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onesillybeach · 3 years ago

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New Beginnings Ch. 18

F!Reader x Liu Kang/Kung Lao

This one is short and I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Also, yay Helena cameo~ But also, aw, Helena cameo ;-;

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You two hadn’t had sex. You’d made out. You’d talked. You’d made out some more. You’d talked some more. You’d fallen asleep with Liu in his bed. His light snores had lulled you to sleep comfortably. Finally, relaxed.

You’d woken up the next morning when Liu had shifted. You felt his lips on your forehead and smiled before opening your eyes to look at him.

“Good morning,” Liu said softly.

“Sure is,” you said, then returned the kiss, but to his lips.

“Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s alright.”

“Did you want to train with me this morning?”

Yes. You did… But you trained with Lao in the morning. And today was supposed to be Lao’s day with you as well. If you ditched him for Liu… You didn’t want to think what would happen. But, instead of telling Liu that, you shook your head and snuggled under his covers, inhaling his scent. “I’m gonna sleep a bit more. I’ll see you at breakfast?”

He grinned and nodded as he got out of bed. “Take your time,” he told you, grabbing his gi-top from the floor and tossing it into a basket. He took another moment to watch you with a smile before stepping out into the hall.

As weird as it was to notice, Raiden had not been acting like himself lately. Him being distant wasn't new. Raiden had seemed to keep a distance between everyone. But as you trained with Kung Lao, you noticed Raiden watching with a solemn expression.

When you finished training, Lao had given you a kiss. Oh, that kiss. It wasn’t a simple kiss. No. You’d learned that Lao wasn’t a fan of giving you those little pecks. When he kissed you, he did so with purpose. He’d held your face. His lips engulfed you. That alone could be all the encouragement you needed to train harder. As he pulled away, your smile brought him to smile in return. You could tell the kiss encouraged him as well. It was a reward for both of you. But instead of following him to Breakfast, you told him you would catch up later.

You watched Lao walk off… watched his ass a bit selfishly, then turned your attention towards Raiden. He was watching you.

You gave him a respectful bow.

He gave you a bow of his head.

"Lord Raiden," you addressed as you approached him. "Are you alright?"

He raised his brows to you. "Of course I am, Y/F/N."

"You don't look it," you pressed.

Raiden took in a stiff breath. "I assure you, I am fine."

"You can't lie to a nurse," you told him. "We know better."

That got a little chuckle from him. "You are quite observant."

"I was trained for it."

"I suppose you were."

"So what's bothering you? Is it me? Am I not training hard enough?"

"You are doing well."

“The kiss? Was that awkward for you?”

“No.”

"Then what is it?"

Raiden sighed. His glowing eyes shifted away from you. "Your issue has painfully reminded me of my own."

"Of the person you loved?" You’d remembered.

"I still love," he corrected you.

"Didn't you say it's been like five-hundred years?"

He nodded.

"They're… still alive?"

"...No.”

"Oh..." You weren’t sure what to say.

Raiden sucked in another breath. You could tell this was difficult for him to talk about. "She was killed in a tournament."

"What was her name?"

Raiden frowned a bit. "Helena Morana," he'd breathed.

You blinked at him. "A human?"

He nodded.

"What was she like?"

“Just and selfless. She used her magic to help others, even myself.”

"She was a witch?"

“A sorceress.”

"Like Shang Tsung?"

Raiden frowned. "No. Not like Shang Tsung. Shang Tsung is a snake corrupted by evil… Helena Morana… My Helena… Was once a beacon of light and hope for me." As Raiden stared at you, you could tell he was hurting. You could see the pain in his eyes. He wanted to say something else, but no words came from his lips. You frowned to him.

"You are concerned for me?" Raiden asked, now amused.

You nodded. "She must have meant a lot to you.”

“She still does.”

You were quiet then. The way he spoke of Helena, as if she still existed, made you wonder. He must have read your mind again, because he chuckled and nodded. He then offered you his arm. You took it carefully despite your confusion. He began to lead you through the halls.

"What do you know of Mortal Kombat's history?" He asked you curiously.

You cringed. History was never your forte. You barely passed your history classes in highschool. And you honestly didn't remember much of what Liu had told you. You blew out your cheeks.

"Ah." Raiden nodded, not at all disappointed. "It is a complicated history. Do not worry."

"Liu told me all kinds of things. I just…" You made a vague motion with your free hand.

"It is alright. You are being forced to learn much in little time."

"Yeah…" You frowned despite Raiden's understanding.

"He did not mention my Helena?" He asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. I know he told me about a bunch of people, but I think I would have remembered your girlfriend. It’s kind of… odd.” He lifted a brow to you then. You quickly tried to explain yourself. “I mean. You don’t usually hear about gods falling in love with humans… Except for like, Greek mythology.”

Raiden laughed. A good laugh. But he said nothing as he continued to lead you through the halls. Eventually, they grew totally unfamiliar. You'd never seen this part of the temple, but you knew you were deep in. The air smelled different… musty.

Raiden stopped before a large wooden door and turned to look at you. "Prepare yourself. I know mortals are rather uncomfortable with what rests behind this door.” And before you could answer, the door had opened and revealed to you the source of that musty smell.

Tombs. Catacombs. Hundreds--No, thousands— of bodies were at rest, lined neatly along the walls, dressed in robes. Most of them were nothing but skeletons now. Some seemed mummified. You quickly realised who these people were as you stepped in: Monks. Your brows knotted. Why had Raiden brought you here? And why weren’t you grossed out?

Probably because you’d seen your fair share of disgusting things. Being a nurse wasn’t all bandaids and booster shots.

“Come,” Raiden said, pulling you from your head. You turned to see him walking further into the catacombs. You quickly followed. “Those who perish in my service, do not go forgotten,” Raiden said.

“Are all of these people… Did they all serve you?”

“Yes,” he simply answered. The further he led you, the more you were grateful he was there to guide you. The catacombs were an absolute maze.

“This place is insane…” You whispered as you looked from one body to the next.

“Those here are only the ones who wished to be here… or had no other place to go.”

You turned your head to look up at him.

“You may be put to rest here as well, if you choose.”

Your jaw stiffened. You were sure Raiden meant that as a simple offer, and not a warning of what was to come. “Thanks…” You said. “But… I don’t think I’d match the dress code.” Joke. Humor. Always when awkwardness hit.

Raiden glanced to you. “There is no dress code.”

Maybe he just didn’t understand that it was a joke. “The robes… And the… bones. I think I’d look too fresh.” Oh, God, what was wrong with you? You weren’t a slab of meat! “I mean—”

“They were not all just bones and robes when they entered here.”

“No, I… I guess so. I just… I’m sorry. You just threw me a curve ball and I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Ah,” He nodded.

You must have followed Raiden for several more minutes before you began to notice a change. Some of the bodies wore armor instead of robes. Were those… fighters? Former Earthrealm defenders? Wait, if those ones were here… “You’re taking me to her, aren’t you?”

Raiden let a small grin pull his lips.

“How did she die?” you asked. “I know you said in a tournament, but… how?”

“Shang Tsung defeated her. He took her soul.”

The catacombs had twisted and turned the whole way so far, but Raiden now led you into a large, circular room. The walls were lined with more remains, all in different clothing. Some with beautiful armor, some in simple clothing. One section of a wall in particular caught your eye. Nine bodies, each with their own burning incense, were lined up on their own shelves. And the shelves and remains themselves were neat and clean. Stepping closer to them, you could hardly see a speck of dirt nor dust on either of them. It was such a stark contrast to the rest of the bodies in the room, and in the rest of the catacombs, where the bodies had mostly seemed left alone. But these nine seemed actively taken care of. Why?

“Kung Lao’s ancestors,” Raiden answered your curiosity.

Lao’s ancestors. Nine of them? Surely there were more...

“This room is for Earthrealm’s former defenders,” Raiden answered your thoughts again.

“So these are all the past Kung Laos?” You asked, stepping back to look them all over as a whole. “Then this one here—” you pointed to the one you figured was the oldest.

“The Great Kung Lao,” Raiden answered. He sighed then and rested his hand on the edge of a raised, open, sarcophagus in the center of the room. “And this is my Helena,” Raiden said slowly, painfully. He wouldn’t even look at his lover’s remains. It was too painful. You looked, though. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d stepped right over and peered down into the stone sarcophagus.

She wore a dark dress. You weren’t sure what color it used to be. She wore simple shoes, not too different from the ones you were offered by the temple. Her hands were folded neatly over her stomach. Her hair was long and black and draped over her shoulders. And you could tell, even with how horribly sunken her face was, how mummified she was, that she used to be pretty… gorgeous even. You frowned at the sight. “She’s beautiful, Lord Raiden,” you said softly.

A small, single sound of disbelief left him. “She is nothing but brittle skin and bone now.”

“Well… Yeah,” Your frown sunk. You supposed it did sound silly to say such a grotesque sight was beautiful. “But… That’s not how you remember her.”

Raiden nodded, then let his grin come back to his face. “No, it is not.”

“She’s beautiful, Lord Raiden,” You repeated.

“She is,” he agreed.

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macbookpro-hard-drive · 4 years ago

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promise [connor m. x reader] pt.2

because i think this is a fitting end to this story. actual notes at the very end of this post, after the fic.

warnings: general swearing. this is a part 2 to a fic on @pacman-tattoo though.

12:23 AM connie: you still awake?

12:26 AM connie: babe.

12:35 AM connie: i’ll be home soon, ok?

12:36 AM connie: traffic is weirdly fucking awful rn and i wish you were here

12:37 AM [y/n]: sorry, i’m here. i was almost asleep.

12:38 AM connie: sorry

12:39 AM [y/n]: make it up to me <3

12:39 AM connie: i will

With a quiet hum, you left your phone back on the nightstand where it had been charging up until the vibrations against wood had pulled you out of your state of near-slumber. Connor rarely worked late, but sometimes he was roped into cleaning more than just the bar itself. It was temporary, he told you over and over. Eventually, he’d get his stupid book of stupid poetry (his words, never yours) and maybe he could go from there. Write more books, make things work, and one day he’d be staying at home and writing poetry while you continued to be the breadwinner once you were out of school for good (your words, occasionally his). Sure, working in an office when you weren’t swamped with classes and making pretty okay money in the meantime hadn’t been your plan originally, but... things happen. Life changed. Connor was a constant for you, though. True to the promise he made to you almost six years ago at eighteen, he never disappeared again. Not the way that he had used to. Sure, there were fights, and he would leave you alone in the living room while he shut himself up in the bedroom and dealt with the flow of emotions that rammed through him, but things worked out. On the worst nights, he’d come back out to find you asleep on the couch, and he’d end up waking you up and the two of you would fix things. He opened up to you, slowly and surely, and things worked. It was hard, certainly, but... the two of you made it work.

And now you were lying in bed in the little apartment that you shared, waiting for him to come home from bartending (Connor Murphy, working in customer service? You never could fully believe it, but he managed) and to climb into bed next to you, and maybe the two of you would talk until you fell asleep.

The sound of jingling keys from the living room caught your attention almost half an hour later, followed by the slamming of a door, and then heavy footsteps. Before you could call out to him, Connor came in through the door, fighting his way out of his shoes, his jacket, his jeans, and soon enough he threw himself directly into the space next to you. For a moment, he was hardened by whatever bullshit he’d faced during the day, but one look at you was enough to soften his gaze.

You sat up, reaching out to brush his hair from his face. “Long day?”

“The fucking worst.”

Despite the aggravation in his voice, you chuckled. “You wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head, hopping back up. “It’s stupid shit,” he said. “Don’t worry about it.” But he paused before he could move away, dipping forward to press a kiss against your lips. “It’s fine,” he said again. “I promise.”

As he walked away, you merely watched as he began to strip out of his clothing before changing into a faded band t-shirt that often was used by one of you as a sleeping shirt. You admired him for a moment. Six years ago, he was... thinner. Bonier. Ever since things had shifted between the two of you, he’d put on a bit of weight (enough to become less of a bean-pole and more... okay) and he generally seemed brighter, if you were honest. Maybe that was what getting out the Murphy house did for him. He’d cut his hair, although it still stayed long enough to hang in his face if he wasn’t careful. As much as you missed the long locks, you were happy. He’d begun taking care of himself. He had his off days, and you knew that, but he seemed to genuinely be trying for you, and he was trying for himself, too.

“You like the show?”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Maybe I do,” you reached toward him, doing grabby hands. “C’mere,” you whined quietly. “I wanna cuddle.”

He scoffed at the notion, but climbed into bed next to you a moment later nonetheless. Instead of folded into your arms, he pulled you closer, wrapping himself securely around you, cocooning you in his warmth. The faint smell of his cologne still stuck to him, and you happily buried your face in his neck before pressing a soft kiss against his skin.

“Sometimes,” his voice vibrated in his chest, and although you went to move, he kept his hold on you. So you relaxed into him, and he continued, “I think about when we got together.”

“Mmhm?”

“I was dealing with a lot,” he said, lowering his voice. “Fuck, you know how many problems I had, and...” He paused for a moment, nuzzling his face into your hair just for a second. “And I’m glad I got help.” He corrected himself barely a second later, “I’m getting help.” When you didn’t respond, he continued on, “I’m glad it’s working.”

“I am, too,” you admitted against his skin, and he hummed in acknowledgement. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He ran a hand up and down your back, and the motion soothed you slightly. “I was scared I was depending on you entirely,” he shut his eyes. “I thought that if you weren’t here, I couldn’t be happy. But... I got better,” he said. “I’m better. I have... friends,” he said after a moment of hesitation. “I’m writing. I’m not fucking paranoid all the time. But...” He drew away from you, hands reaching up to cup your face, smushing your face slightly. “I do have you. I’m glad you stayed.”

“Someone’s sappy tonight,” you pulled a hand away. “I’m glad you stayed, too.”

“Sometimes I think I don’t deserve you,” he said, and the air grew tense for a moment. He... wasn’t being sappy, he was being honest. “But, I think... I think now I’ve learned that even with my bullshit, I... I think I deserve good things, sometimes.”

“You do,” you reached up to trail a thumb along the apple of his cheek. “Just because you fucked up and got angry at people and dealt with a lot doesn’t mean you’re not worth loving.”

He chuckled, and he said your name gently. “No wonder you’re trying to become a therapist.”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his own for a moment. “I wanna help people,” you said. “I wanna help teenagers like you who needed it. I didn’t give up on you then, and I don’t want to give up on my future patients.”

“Even if you’re not what they need?”

“Especially if I’m not what they need,” you said. “I’ll find them someone else. Just because I can’t help them wouldn’t mean that I can’t help them find someone who can.”

There was softness in his eyes as he kissed you gently. No more scent of cigarettes and the taste of smoke (he’d given that up long ago, just so he could have longer with you), but he still held the same warmth he did the first time you kissed. “I love you.”

So you settled into his arms after giving him one last kiss. “I love you, too, Connor.”

So... I’d like to take a moment to talk, since, uh, it feels right to.

I started writing musical reader inserts back in 2017, shortly after my 17th birthday, and the first one I wrote was a Connor Murphy fic titled “Promise.” Which... is why I feel that this is a fitting ending for my writing. I don’t remember the last fic I wrote for this blog, but I never felt completely satisfied in saying “I’m done writing reader fics for musicals” since... nothing felt like an ending.

Of course, I’ll still sorta be lingering around this blog if anyone wants to DM me or send in an ask, but I’m not gonna write anymore. I sorta stopped once I got to college since I didn’t exactly have the time to do it as often anymore (and I sorta lost interest in writing for musicals, actually, since I do write elsewhere sometimes), but... that’s beside the point.

A... lot has happened since I posted that first fic. I dated someone for the first time, ended things with them, and then I fucked up majorly with some things that happened afterward. I’m still atoning for it, and maybe I never will fully do so, but it’s one of my deepest regrets. Of course, I’ve... learned I’m not the only person at fault in the situation (more like I was manipulated, but I’m not going to deny my own part there), but I think coming to the realization that I wasn’t alone there... helped. I lost a few friends, and I kept everyone else for the most part. For a really, really long time, I always wondered why. I had fucked up so majorly, I couldn’t comprehend why my friends stayed with me.

And... It’s because we love each other. I fucked up, sure, but... they knew who I was as a person. These people didn’t abandon me because they saw me for who I am. I explained what happened, I showed anger and frustration and melancholy for everything that I (and the other person at fault) had done, and... they weren’t going to cast me out in my hour of need. I had made the group chat we all met in, and I tried to take an interest in everyone as best as I could. I became a different person when I was with my ex, and... and I never want to be that person ever again. I was petty, and spiteful, and when I look at who I became, I realize that I’d been changed for the worst. I like to think I’ve gotten better, and maybe that’s because of the stupid fucking trauma making me realize my place.

But... I love my friends. I love them so, so much. I don’t think I’d still be here if it weren’t for them. It’s been a pretty wild ride, and I’ve written so much for these fandoms (although admittedly not in recent years) but... I’m proud of what I have done. I love writing so, so much, and it’s always going to be a part of who I am, no matter what route I end up taking. While I can look back on some of my writing and laugh because it’s cringe-y and clumsy and I’ve definitely improved, it’s still something I did.

Even if this post doesn’t get a single note, I’m... still proud of what I’ve done and how far I’ve come, and I thank anyone reading this for coming with me on this journey. Please, take care of yourselves. Be kind. It’s okay to have bad days: even flowers need a little rain to grow.

But most importantly: love yourself and love the people that want you to be better.

Thanks, gamers. Feel free to hit me up anytime.

~ Minerva “Minni” @mango-juiiice

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freebooter4ever · 3 years ago

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anyway ive also been thinking about the pearl clutchers and their ‘but think of the children!’ claim that luca and alberto are too young for crushes, and i dunno about anybody else but i remember having crushes on boys as early as 10 yrs old. not that i TALKEd to boys, god forbid, i didnt want anything to do with them back then but it was like a requirement among my friend group that you had to have a ‘crush’, so i did. but i distinctly remember age 11 was the first time i became unknowingly infatuated with a girl who was a friend of mine, and how much of a disaster that was :/

i still remember her full name, partially because this was also when my mom (worked for that big M company up in seattle) first got the internet on our home computer, and i used this girl’s name plus my nickname for her for all my passwords (her name still WAS my ffnet password up until a few years ago LOL). we were not even that close of friends, i was just crazy about her. she was beautiful with dark hair and dark eyes and a very dry sarcastic humor. we had PE together in 6th grade, and her last name was right behind mine, so whenever our teacher would pair us up by names, she and i ended up together. this is the only reason i even met her, because i was a /nerd/ and was like...way beneath her in the pecking order. and for some reason after we became inseparable in PE she let me be her friend, and sometimes eat lunch with them, and omg i was over the moon. she was cool in the ‘alternative’ sense back then - so like, more into rock and 107.7 The End (is that still a thing?) than star 101.5 (pop music), and her friends were all the Cool Alternative girls (i was the nerdy side of alternative, you know the kind who taught herself how to write in elvish so no one could read my diary, and had LOTR memorized by age 11, but still listened to like the killers and scissor sisters). I was terribly jealous of one of them - her old ‘best friend’ from elementary school who hated the fact that i joined their group and would try to shove me out of it. life was much better in PE when it was just me and this girl (we can call her O), i did not give a shit about anybody else, lol.

i had other friends, of course, right before summer started some girls i met in 6th grade chorus (Nuri, Abby, Jilly bean) and i did a ‘radio show’, wrote the script together and everything, and that bond accidentally turned us into a ‘best friends’ group (with my bff Lauren who i pulled in as an extra) of the more typical kind. the five of us even dressed up in identical outfits we bought at target for ‘twin day’. ive actually written about this real group of friends before. but those were my actual, bffs forever and ever friends, and that group lasted all the way through high school up until today...so like almost two decades now.

so what im saying is, my friendship with O was different, very very different, and i knew it was different, and that O didn’t care nearly as much about me as i did her. i tried sO HARd to be the person she wanted to be around the most, omg i remember some of the things i did and i cringe lol. 11 years old and stupid right? when it was just us things were normal and it felt like magic, and oh boy i could make her LAUGH. but then when her friends would come into the picture it was...not good. i remember the day i discovered that ‘normal’ girls shaved their legs :/ or god they used to call me ‘orange’ bc of my skin and foundation. i tried /so hard/ to live up to their standards but i always failed somehow, there were so many rules for being a Cool Girl that they seemed to know naturally. in 7th grade O and i got put into a new PE class with her old best friend, which was a DISASTER for me bc suddenly O was pairing up with the old best friend and i was left with this other girl who i was absolutely not enamored with, and one day during square dancing, when we were lining up boys-girls to pair off, and all the girls were trying to count and match themselves with the boys they liked, except they were bad at counting, and i could count better and since i didnt give a fuck about who i was partnered with as long as i was still in O’s ‘square’, i silently arranged it so that i got put with the most popular boy who also happened to be the old best friend’s crush. the old best friend was mad about that - she could have fixed it had she been smarter and saw it coming, but she was dumb and she didnt count properly and i danced with her crush, and she hated me ever after. it was at that point the friend started calling me orange and making fun of my clothes and trying to get O to stop hanging out with me. and she finally did after eighth grade when we all graduated to high school.

i have zero photos of O, i still look her up on insta occasionally, i dont think she’d even remember me tbh except maybe as the weird girl they kept around for entertainment value for a while, but im just saying that was ages 11-14 and those emotions and crush feelings were INTENSE and i didnt even realize what it was at the time, because of course you cant have crushes on girls, who does that lol. my mom had a bunch of gay dancer friends (most of whom died in the 80/90s, which i only know because age 10-12 (mom stepped sideways out of my life after age 12) she took me to pride every year and i went marching with a group of mothers/friends of men lost to AIDS and i carried a sign i drew with a leaping male dancer on it), but i dont think i ever really understood what ‘lesbian’ was until Mean Girls came out, and even then i didnt have the ‘oh shit’ moment till college. im just saying...let gay kids know its ok to have crushes. let them feel normal. let it be sweet and innocent infatuation as adorable as Tombo adoringly following Kiki on his bicycle while she tries to impress on her broom. let it be about that intense feeling of wanting this one person to be more Special than anyone else in one’s life. heterosexual kids are encouraged, almost pressured into, having crushes at that age. let queer kids have that too ;_;

#journal shit

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weeklyfangirl · 5 years ago

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Frat Boy Pt. 22

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 , part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19 , part 20, part 21

Hope everyone is keeping themselves mentally/physically well... here’s the next update in your adventure. Please safely read from home ;)

The sun moved slowly up my window, illuminating the dancing dust in the air. Even though I knew dust didn’t have feelings, it all still looked very peaceful, suspended there in space.

I wanted to be suspended, floating, with no obligations or pressures.

Instead, I watched time slip by, slowly, as the shadows stretched along my floor and I lay still, wrapped in a giant Winnie-the-Pooh sheets burrito.

I called in sick the past three days to work and to all my classes, my lack of attendance probably dropping me a letter grade in a few classes. Instead of checking on my academic scholarship, I begged Renny to drop off Dr. Rhinecuff’s papers for me. She did, lamenting about how his office smelled like roast beef and how she probably needed a nose job from it shrivelling up from the stench. Tired, I sent her three hearts, ignoring all of her calls and voicemails.

In a random bout of restless energy, I looked up the University of Oxford in England. No one would know me there. And maybe that wasn’t a bad thing when you didn’t even know yourself. I stayed on their site for an hour, avoiding my take-home assignments, and speculating which classes I could take in the spring semester. My eyes grew tired though, and even if I were accepted as a transfer student, it wasn’t like I could ever afford it without scholarships.

I closed the computer.

It’d been cloudy, rainy. The random storm that’d come in from Mexico lasted longer than the usual morning fog that’d roll in and out by the time it was 9 AM. This storm lingered, heavy, full clouds looking to burst and unleash a steady rain for three to four hours before the clouds rested, storing up all they could until the next downpour.

My parents didn’t question me when I came in, used to my random visits. But when I went straight to my room without saying hello, rain-plastered hair covering puffy eyes, my mom basically collapsed at the sight.

She followed me to the bed, trying to see my face, but I buried it in the pillow, ignoring the way the purple fringe tickled my nose.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

I just groaned. Her voice was too gentle, too well-intending for the dark thoughts sitting in my mind. She’d be heartbroken if she heard them.

She huffed, not out of annoyance, but distress. “What’s bothering you?? Is it Renny? Did you breakup with Harry?” All those reasons were too simple. She ran her hands lightly along my legs, but I cringed away from her touch. It was something I rarely did. She paused. “You can tell me anything...”

I shook my head against the pillow, my last attempt to tell her to leave without speaking. She waited a moment longer.

“Okay,” she said. And that was it.

Father didn’t ask questions, not even when I was here for the third consecutive day. Mom had probably come to her own conclusions, and shared them with him.

“Mom said you aren’t feeling too well,” he said over cereal one morning, confirming my suspicions. It was the first time he’d broken our three-day spree of comfortable silence.

“What else did she tell you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, his usual buoyant self replaced with a quiet voice. He looked at me, and all I saw was pity. If I were him, I’d probably look at me the same way. I hadn’t showered in a while. “Well don’t let anything get you down. You’re too smart for that.”

He’d tried. He’d put in an effort. I just nodded, scooping up another spoonful of cereal. He followed suit.

And that was that.

A week passed like this.

But overnight, the clouds had blown away, and the sun came back full-force this morning just in time for the weekend, renewing my guilt. That traitor.

I’d cried all of Monday and Tuesday, but when the last tear was shed in the middle of a New Girl episode, I was empty. My tears didn’t leave anything to replace them with.

On Wednesday, a phone alarm reminded me I had a therapy appointment. I hit snooze multiple times. It was only when I got up to pee, and I hated what I saw in the mirror that I threw on an oversized sweater to go over my pajamas and headed out the door.

“Is it good?” I asked.

Her hands reviewed my wants list.

“That’s just a coffee stain on the corner..just...ignore that bit,” I added.

She surveyed it briefly, not really focusing on it. “Were you honest?”

I nodded.

“Then there isn’t good or bad. It’s just your truth.”

“But I still feel… I don’t know. I don’t think I know what that is. I don’t feel like I’m… progressing. Doing anything towards that,” I said.

She looked at me with a level gaze. “Then that’s your truth. And that’s okay for right now.”

I shot her a glance.

“I see a common struggle with people your age. They feel this….” -She adjusted, quirking her head- “immense pressure to be perfect, to figure it all out, to achieve success so early.”

“Everyone’s doing it,” I began. “They’re getting internships, keeping up their grades, involved in ten clubs, doing community service…” I could’ve droned on, but didn’t.

“You have an internship, your grades are good, you’ve joined a sorority, and up until recently you’ve been involved in tutoring. Those are extracurriculars.”

I couldn’t argue with her.

“Is it too much?” she asked.

Too much. It was everything I’d been feeling until I’d felt nothing. But hearing her list off what was waiting for me just beyond her doors made me feel the weight of it all over again.

“I’ve just been overwhelmed.”

“Who have you been thinking about?”

She noticed I started picking my hangnail.

She started gently, knowingly. “Has it been Harry?”

“Ow,” I cursed. A bit of blood prickled up where the hangnail used to be.

“He seems to be a major stressor in your life. Would you agree?” The clock ticked behind her, filling the silence. Her hands rested in her lap, while mine swiped away the bit of blood. I could never remember my therapist’s name, but somehow it wasn’t important.

“Yeah, but … I mean …. there’s a lot of stressors.”

“Like his friends?”

His friends, in the abbreviated story I’d told her, stood in place for the gang. I’d used terms like … intimidating, mean, basically painting them as bullies who didn’t like us together. I wasn’t expecting to get much therapy from a lie. “Out of curiosity, if I were to tell you something… would you be obligated to report it to the police?”

“Not necessarily.” Her legs crossed, creased brows zeroing in with a laser focus. “Has something happened to you, Y/N?”

I swallowed hard, the truth lodged in my throat. But I had gotten too used to the weight of the secret. “I was just curious…” My mind raced to change the subject, and I blurted about Zayn’s art show.

“Do you think this panic attack was induced by this heightened sense of scrutiny from Harry’s friends?”

“Probably.”

“You said there were others. What are your main stressors?’

I settled in, more comfortable with this question. “There’s financial stressors, for one. And it’s exasperated here.”

“You’ve been dealing with financial difficulties for a while, now. Have you been feeling this anxious the entire time, or has it been recent?”

My foot tapped impatiently. We both knew the answer.

“Your panic attack was a first,” she explained, gently. “Some new factor in your life pushed you there.”

I picked at the hangnail, wincing. It was gone. My skin was raw.

“Maybe it all links back to Harry.” She waited a moment to see if I’d speak. When I didn’t, she leant back, and pulled out a new sheet of paper, scribbling something down. “I want you to write a pros and cons list about your relationship with him, for next time. When your feelings are overwhelming, it helps to get everything on paper. In a list. Puts things in perspective.”

I drove home, her words had pushed themselves into my empty shell and now they clinked around, jostling up my insides like a pinball machine and giving me a headache.

Just because I hadn’t left the house all week didn’t mean I didn’t feel guilty for ditching work. God, I did. It killed me. I knew I was lucky to get that internship. Harry had mentioned how people killed just to get on the waitlist, and I didn’t doubt it. An OC internship with, if not the top, at least the most publicized private practice? I mean, I was typing in appointments next to a Southern Stanford grad if that speaks to the competition here.

And here I was, retreating back to my house, too drained to face the world.

As for Harry, after what I’d said to him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t want to talk to me ever again.

I’d been so cruel.

I was weak.

I felt guilty for feeling this way at all.

And then I would watch the dust again.

It was a cycle.

About three blocks from my house on my way back from the therapist session, a familiar car passed me. It happened suddenly, unexpectedly, like most things do. We made eye contact before he passed, and my foot instantly lifted off the gas when my eyes connected with my brain. I whipped my head around but the matte black maserati sped up, disappearing from sight.

What was Harry doing this far from campus?

My heart beat erratically as I pulled into the driveway, and it was only seconds before I made it into the house. Father held up a hand in Grandpa’s old room. Phone call. Trudging silently to my own, I wrapped myself in a blanket burrito.

I’d been avoiding my phone, but I caved this time, checking J’s social media to see if he’d posted anything about being in the area to prove I WASN’T crazy and DIDN’T just hallucinate. Nothing. I tossed my phone on the other side of the room before I spiralled.

It didn’t matter. I was in my room. Alone. Safe. I focused on the dust.

Two little knocks disrupted my exciting mind game - which dust particle would fall further than the other.

“You’re turning ripe,” Father noted. His briefcase was still in his hand and he was coming startlingly close to my depression burrito.

“What are you doing-!?” I protested. But it was too late. He ripped the sheets off, exposing me in the t-shirt I’d been in since Monday. “Your mood won’t change if you don’t make an effort.

Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’re coming to the water with me.” He hesitated at the door. “Shower first.”

In the car, a sense of comfort washed over me. He’d been right. Clean wet hair smelled nice and felt good slicked around my head. Even if Mom would complain I’d “catch cold,” it felt good to feel something. Dad’s speakers switched between classic rock and reggaeton as I sipped on the chocolate shake we picked up from the Shake Shack. It was a short drive away to the harbor, and once parked, a shorter walk to the public docks.

Our feet dangled above the water. It was too cold to go swimming this time of year, but my body buzzed with yearning despite the goosebumps on my skin. I wanted to feel encompassed by salty water. I wanted to be submerged, where everything was muted, a barrier between me and the world. Between my wet hair and the icy shake, I could pretend my body was as cool as the water below me. I could just…. dissolve.

“So what’s going on?” he opened up the conversation. “You having a hard time at school?”

“I don’t like the sorority.”

His brows raised, not expecting me to be so honest so soon. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, don’t you hate that shit?”

I looked at him, almost shocked he’d agreed with me.

The boats squeaked as they rocked with the rolling tides coming in from the ocean. I watched as a duffy boat wandered to the end of the jetty - where the harbor opened to the ocean. I took another big gulp of my shake, feeling the cold run down, freezing my esophagus.

“I liked frats, but sororities are different,” he mumbled, spooning his shake into his mouth. He’d gotten his usual Neapolitan, and it’d somehow stayed solid on the drive over. We hadn’t been to the Shake Shack in years, but I guess seeing his daughter waste away beneath her comforter was enough to break the dry spell.

“Why? Because its girls?” My lips were breaking into a smile without my consent. He didn’t make sense.

“They’re more catty.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Dad! That’s verging on sexist.”

“Eh, I don’t know. I’m just saying things. Did you tell Mom you want to quit?”

I shook my head.

“Yeah…” he looked out at the boats, a quiet understanding passing between us. “She was really excited for you to join.”

“It’s not all bad…”

“Well if it’s not making you happy, don’t do it. Your mom doesn’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do. I was in a frat to shoot the shit with friends and it was something fun to do instead of study. If it’s not something fun for you, drop it.”

I could hear the words he was telling me, but it was like they were rolling off my shoulders, not really penetrating. He made it sound so easy, but it seemed like it was a million times harder than that. Everything was entangled, just as Harry had said. Not to mention Renny. If I quit, I felt like I’d lose her forever, too. I knew I could use a better friend, but that couldn’t erase the years of memories we had together. Losing Renny would feel like losing a part of myself. Not that I knew who that was anymore.

“Dad?” I asked. The question that'd weighed on my mind ever since I got home rested on the tip of my tongue.

“Yeah?”

“This is going to sound weird, but did you see Harry today?”

“Yeah. He stopped by,” he said, casually, spooning another mouthful.

I practically choked. “What? Why?! Weren’t you going to tell me?”

“Y/N, I’m working. I have a thousand things bouncing around in my head all the time.”

“And?!!?”

Harry couldn’t reach out to me beforehand? He drove by but- what? Didn’t even want to see me?

He sighed, not understanding the urgency. “He just stopped by, said hi. That’s all.”

My brows stitched. “Why would he say hi to you? What’d he say, exactly?”

“Oh, come on, I don’t know. I can’t remember-”

“Dad!”

“All right, all right. Hi, how are you…” -his brain tried to remember- “he asked if you were doing okay. Then he left. He was nearby for a family brunch or something.”

“He asked about me?”

“Yeah. I mean, he didn’t go on and on, he just asked a question. He was in a rush.”

The shake froze me from the inside, and the breeze froze me from the out. But while I shriveled into myself, my guilt grew. “Dad?”

He hummed.

“Why are people so fake?”

He looked out at the harbor, peaceful for a winter’s morning. Only one small fishing boat headed towards the harbor’s edge, the sole fisherman at the helm facing the wind with the grace of a husband dealing with a temperamental spouse.

Father looked to our shoes as a random swell came, the water rising perilously close to our soles. Then, with all the untapped wisdom I seldom remembered parents had, “People are fake because they don’t know who they are,” he said.

He got a call from the restaurant and drove us home.

In bed the next day, I ignored the pros/cons assignment, watching New Girl and making collages of Oxford in a word document until my eyes were burning from blue light exposure. I knew I was pushing it staying this long away from school, away from my problems. I was pushing myself, seeing how far my apathy could go. I woke up Thursday night at 2 AM from the rain pouring against my shutter and anger pricking my insides.

Harry was the reason I was in this position. As well as Viv, who fucked Harry. And Kiki, who gave me a DG Pretty Please, that just so happened to involve Harry.

I wanted him, but I wanted him to fuck off. Nothing was changing. Nothing was getting better.

It was all Harry, Harry, Harry, and no matter what, I ended up feeling insane.

At one point, I was going to have to choose myself.

I rolled over, blindly reaching for a pen, and scribbled in the dark.

If my therapist wanted a list, she’d get one helluva list.

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“I’m glad you’re going, honey.” Mom released me from the lung-crushing hug.

I’d created enough Oxford collages and daydreamed about a new life until I couldn’t think of any other imaginary scenarios (or postpone collegiate life any longer).

The Friday sun had set. The game had already started. I thought about the crowd, all the people I’d see…

“Can I just stay the weekend?”

“Oh.” Her arms dropped from my sides. “Didn’t you promise your friends that you’d go?”

Renny. I’d promised Renny. Singular friend. My hand was in a fist, thumb rubbing anxiously over my fingers. I didn’t listen to her voicemails, there were seven of them. But she’d texted me fifty times in the past twenty minutes, declaring that she’d Venmo me gas money if I’d come to the game.

I’d been in my hole long enough.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, you COULD stay-”

I broke away, shaking my head. If I let her coddle me another minute, I think I’d crumble all over again.

“I love you,” she reminded me. “You’re my precious angel.”

From the living room, the muffled applause from the game show Father had fallen asleep to faded further as I left.

Momma’s robe-bundled frame waved on the driveway, her sad smile burning in my mind long after she disappeared from view.

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Come on, come on, come ON.

The path to the stadium took forever. No shame, I was full-on running, braless, fresh pit-stains on display as I booked it to the gate.

It was completely dark now, and the usual fleet of cop cars seemed to have all but disappeared the week I’d been gone. Only one passed me by, and the rest of the student body probably all congregated around the stadium.

When I saw the art studio, I slowed. It was completely dark, except for one entry light. The paintings would still be displayed... My pounding heart told me to keep running, and I hesitated, listening to it for a moment before walking to the door. I tugged on its metal handles, parts of me seizing up as it opened, giving way to my touch.

I crept into the space, feeling like an intruder as I walked through the exhibit.

For some reason, I expected it to look differently, to see it blurred together as I’d seen it before in a panic.

I was still hanging amidst the vines, but this time the paintings looked less threatening. Maybe it was the fact that I was alone, maybe it was because I’d already felt the worst of it.

Each piece was sold.

I looked over my shoulder a couple times before letting out a small shout. A tester.

It echoed in the space.

I did it again, louder, at my full about-to-be-murdered capacity.

I must’ve looked absolutely mental, but as I heard my shout reverberate around me, at least I felt something.

Five charcoal sketches in particular ran horizontally together.

Lust / Longing / Love / Lost / Loss

Had he seen all of this in me? He’d certainly seen other bits I hadn’t shown him.

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out. Renny. Without thought, I started her stream of voicemails.

Y/N where the FUCK are you!? Zayn’s concerned and I’m concerned and you’re not in the room-

Next.

Are you really sick? Or is this just some BS excuse. Or is this real and Harry gave you tonsilitis or something. I want to hear your voice. Ilyyyyy.

Next.

It’s meeeeee. Niall’s busy and you’re sick and I don’t know what to dooooo. Housewives isn’t as fun without-

Next.

BABE WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING ME CALLS DO YOU HATE ME, AND YES I MEANT TO SAY ME INSTEAD OF MY I HOPE YOU’RE LAUGHING-

Next.

DUDE. You will not believe what just happened- Harry just stopped by.

My thumb paused, letting it stay.

I was avoiding his texts because I think he’s a dick. Well, he IS a dick, even if Niall said he was going through a lot. It’s still not an excuse. But Harry LEGIT found me on campus, like not even when I was with Niall at the house, but at our APARTMENT...I-hold on. Ew, pastrami professor just passed me. What are the odds? OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY, I almost punched him when I opened the door because remember last time he basically told me off. But… I don’t know. It was different this time. He seemed… so concerned. Frazzled. I don’t even know the word to describe it. Ugh, if you were here you would be able to TELL ME what the word is. I miss you. Come back.

The voicemail rolled into the next.

I’m just pretending to talk on the phone right now because the boy I hooked up with last year is staring me THE FUCK down right now-

A creak in the pipes startled me, and the voicemail was all but forgotten.

My heart beat fast.

It was very, very quiet.

With one noise in the dark, the art pieces turned menacing. An oil painting in the corner of the room morphed into the Styles’ portrait. It wasn’t here. It couldn’t be here. I squinted, blinking through the dark. The portrait I thought I’d seen was just a painting of two silhouetted men facing each other. My heart still beat like I’d just ran a marathon though. I wasn’t about to be a part of the next horror movie “art comes alive.”

I booked it out faster than I came, answering Renny’s call on the way.

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“Thank fucking finally,” Renny huffed, leaning over Lynn to draw me in a hug.

“You didn’t miss much,” Lynn said, looking past me towards the game. I sat on Renny’s other side so she was in the middle, but when I looked at the scoreboard - Home, zero. Guest, two - I knew it was a done deal. Some people had already left, but half the stadium was still here, either hoping for a miraculous recovery or refusing to put their tails between their legs for pride’s sake. I noticed a group of parents in Chapman gear huddled together, waving their flags. No Mary or Lionel Styles in sight.

“How’s he been?” I asked. It’s like my head already knew where to turn, because as soon as I looked to the field, I found him. On the bench, elbows on his knees, head bent over.

“How’ve YOU been?” Renny asked. “I was seriously about to drive over to your house and check on you.”

Someone beat you to it. The thought was sour. For as much as Renny could claim her undying love for me, I was struggling to see the actions to support it. Everyone was disappointing.

“He’s been playing like shit,” Lynn answered.

“Brought back some...” His sentence died. Of all people, Zayn stood there, stopped, popcorn in hand. “Hey, Y/N.”

Felix stood behind Zayn, giving me a small wave. Zayn was clearly waiting for me to make the first move, but I turned away to the field. I didn’t know what to say.

From my peripheral, I saw them sit down by Lynn.

As soon as he did, it hit me like a flashfood. I knew what I was feeling. Anger. Discomfort. Shame. That he could expose me so easily, that he’d looked through my clothes in a way I never permitted. That he could sit down so comfortably without apologizing, as if nothing had happened.

Renny leaned in. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

She flinched at the abrupt answer. “Do you want to leave?”

I stopped myself from saying yes. I didn’t want to have to climb over Zayn to get out of here. That would be more than uncomfortable.

“No, I’ll tell you later.”

I didn’t speak the rest of the game, pretending not to hear him cheer or laugh or make a snide remark to Felix every other second. Like the annoying click of a fan when you’re trying to fall asleep, Zayn’s every move made anger shake my bones. Lynn gave me sympathy looks every once in a while. It wasn’t like me to be this quiet, and even with our friendship being as new as it was, she knew that much.

The crowd didn’t roar this time. They were silent as the clock hit zero, staring blatantly at its twin beneath Home. The Guest team’s few Minnesota supporters jumped like little beans on the other side of the field, but their cries were faint.

We’d lost.

Everyone stood, and Renny linked her arm with mine. A familiar habit. “We’re going to Viv’s for some post-game depression drinks now.”

But I stopped her.

“I think I want to go back to the room,” I winced.

“Come on, PLEASE? It’ll be fun, you were barely here for the game.”

“I don’t know, depression and Viv in the same sentence… You really know how to sell a party.”

“Aren’t you coming, Y/N?” Lynn made moves to follow the rest of the crowd that was funneling out of the stands.

I shook my head at the same time Renny nodded hers.

She huffed. “Why not? It’s going to be chill. We lost. It’s not going to be like the usual ragers.” She popped her hip, completely deadpanned. “You haven’t seen another college-aged person in a week.”

“Yeah and there’s a reason for that.”

Concern washed over her, voice lowering. “Tell me.”

As if on cue, Zayn and Felix stopped their descent down the bleachers and looked up at the girls, waiting for them to join. It was all I could do to not scream at them.

“Later,” I said. “You’re leaving now.”

“I don’t have to leave right now, it’s not starting yet...” Renny began, but Lynn gave her a look that said yes, they were leaving now.

“She wants us to help set-up,” Lynn explained.

“But it’s a small thing, right?” I teased Renny.

My bestie rolled her eyes, lips pinching. “Are you SURE?”

I nodded, sitting down on the cool metal bleacher again. Renny took a step towards me, a sad look on her face, but I held up my hand.

“I’m fine,” I said, when I felt anything but. “I just want to wait until the crowd leaves.” I picked up the popcorn bag she’d left behind and threw a handful in my mouth with a cheesy, hopefully convincing grin.

She grimaced, briefly looking back to Lynn who was anxiously waiting. “Fine. But we’re still talking about this later. I friggin miss you.”

She left with the others, funneling out towards a party she’d probably stay at until the early morning.

I didn’t want to go back to the room. I didn’t want to go anywhere.

The lights were so bright on soccer fields. Bugs flew in and around, racing each other faster than the dust in my room. It wasn’t until the janitors walked past me that I realized I’d been sitting there for too long. I reached in the popcorn bag, but my hand came up empty. They’d gone overboard on the salty butter, but somehow, I’d still managed to eat all of it.

Even with everyone off the field though, I didn’t feel alone. An older Hispanic woman taking out the trash saw me walking down and opened up the bag.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling.

She just smiled in return, nodding her head as she continued down the aisle.

Leaving the field’s gates, I was prepping for another mini run-for-my-life-and-back-to-the-dorm anxiety episode, when I heard someone shuffling. There were faint groaning noises, and I sped up my pace.

For a flash second, I thought someone was winning the “sleep in the locker room” bet, but when I tossed my head-back mid-run, I stopped so quickly, I almost tripped.

“Harry?”

There, in the dark, barely concealed by the shadows, he stumbled out. His abdomen looked… glossy? But then the light reflected crimson.

I ran to him as he fell, his white jersey stained with blood. “Oh my God, oh my God…” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “What happened?! Are you okay!?”

He pushed me back. “M’fine.” But his voice was strained. He stumbled again, and I reached out before he fell.

I thought the blood from his shirt had fallen from a bloody nose, but his hand moved to my arm in a vice-like grip, revealing a gash in his jersey, I saw more liquid pool out from his gut and I almost gagged.

“You are BEYOND fine. You aren’t fucking fine!!”

“We have to leave. Have to… get out of here.” He grimaced. His face, his beautifully chiselled face was swollen on one side, his lip cut from impact.

“Okay. OKAY. I need to call the cops. The cops. I’m going to call them.” Shaky hands took out the cellphone, but he threw it down. “HARRY!”

“Take me to the physical therapy room?”

I looked at his chest. “You’re bleeding. A LOT.” My free arm reached for the tossed phone, but he tugged me back.

“No. They’ll write a report. I can’t have a-” he winced, sucking in a breath, and I reached for the phone again. “DON’T. Fucking hell. Don’t call anyone.”

My eyes racked his frame again, and I immediately applied pressure to his ab area, right where the gash was. He sucked in a breath, unleashing a string of curses I couldn’t hear right now. “Oh my God,” I breathed.

“Answer me,” he growled.

My mind scrambled for his question… he wanted me to take him to the physical therapy room. “YES! Yes. I have the- fuck, yes, I know where the keys are.” I looked at him again. What the FUCK.

“Stop freaking out,” he grunted, but he weakened the next second, his eyes fluttering before coming back to me.

“Okay, hold on. Hold onto me. Keep applying pressure.”

The physical therapy room wasn’t too far, bits of blood that’d fallen to his shoes marking our path.

“Why aren’t all the cops here?”

“They’re on rotation. The parties... they’llbestationedthere-JESUS.” We paused, letting him catch his breath. But it was shallow. Too shallow.

“Can you wait here for a second?” I asked.

He nodded, resting against a lamp post.

I hurried to the lockbox located behind the planter, punching in the code and unlocking it at lightning’s speed.

I didn’t know if there were cameras. I didn’t know if this was illegal.

I didn’t care.

We made it through the doors, and he was just about to sit on the table when-

“WAIT!” I ran to grab several rags and laid it beneath him before heaving him up. The soft cry he made when sitting down was like a knife through my own chest.

I grabbed scissors, cutting his t-shirt. I didn’t have time to linger, I didn’t have time to notice the way his tattoos were completely concealed by a red current. There were two wounds. One, deeper, the other, more shallow. Both in the lower left abdomen, just above a prominent v-line.

I wiped around the area, pausing above the gashes. “This is going to sting,” I warned.

There wasn’t fear in his eyes. He watched me, and I, him, as I pressed it against the open skin. He trembled, wincing, mouth opening in silent exclamation.

“You’re doing good,” I whispered.

“So are you,” he gritted out.

I swallowed, reaching for the butterfly bandages. But as soon as I did, more blood rushed out. I held a rag to him. “Save your breath. You need it.”

The thin white bandages seemed too little in the wake of his wound, and just as one bandage was placed, he cringed away, regretting his decision to move almost immediately.

“Fucking hurts,” he groaned.

“Stop moving! I need to close the wound up. You’re bleeding too much.”

“Y/N, just take me home. Call Lionel,” he panted.

“I’m calling 911 if you don’t let me at least attempt to close this wound because if we leave now you’ll bleed out.”

“You’ve done enough, please-”

“STOP. TALKING. I’ll call him after.” He saw a flame behind my eyes, and quieted, too weak to protest much more anyway. I came closer, and this time he didn’t flinch. The butterfly bandages at least minimally shrunk the open gouges.

With no other choice, I left him there alone, running across campus to my car and driving back in less than five minutes. It was illegal to drive through student walkways, let alone drive 60 mph, but there wasn’t a choice. I kept picturing Harry passing out, his limp God-like body, turned mortal, weak, bleeding out all over the training room floor. My foot hit the gas pedal harder. I could’ve been a damn marathon winner/race car driver. Let the cops add “speeding” to the file they already had on me.

Once we were both in the car, I looked over at him every two seconds. An entire roll of tight gauze around his abdomen kept the wound from bleeding out, but it was still turning pink. It was the second time blood would have been on my car.

Of all the revenge daydreams I’d had, I would’ve settled for Harry seeing me make out with Andre on the dancefloor over THIS. Would he die in my car? Would I be responsible?? I looked at the cheesy Angel pin my mom had given me for my car mirror. Never Fly Faster Than Your Guardian Angel Can Fly. Where was my angel now??

“Where are we going?” He asked, between fading in and out.

“To your house.”

His hand grabbed mine on the wheel and I practically swerved into the center divider from shock.

“HARRY!”

“We need to go to my house,” he said suddenly, panicked, as if I’d told him the opposite.

I placed our interlocked hands above the console. A safe distance away from the wheel in case he lurched again.

“Don’t worry, we’re going there. We’re going to your house. You’re just in shock, it’s okay,” I cooed, but it was desperate. And it was definitely not okay.

“They’ll ask… less..less questions...”

His grip was unbearably tight for three long seconds before it relaxed.

“Stay with me. Stay awake,” I urged. Harry’s lids kept drooping and I was desperate, blasting the Air Conditioning to an uncomfortable temperature.

Lionel picked up on the second ring.

“It’s Y/N. I think Harry’s been stabbed-”

“What?!”

“- I told him we should call the cops, but he was adamant we call you instead.”

“Seal the wound with whatever you can-”

“I did that. Not well, we didn’t have wound sealant- Okay, I’m rambling. I don’t know what to do, but he needs to see a doctor. Immediately.”

There was a long pause.

“Hello?” my voice wavered.

“Bring him to the practice.” The voice over the other line was that of a doctor, matter-of-fact, somber.

Hoag Hospital passed me, a nagging thought telling me that’s where we should be going - where there was paperwork, evidence, some legitimate accountability. But I wasn’t his father. I wasn’t responsible.

“On my way. I’m getting off the freeway now.”

The call ended, and as I looked at Harry, fading dangerously out of consciousness, my hands trembled more from fear than cold. Out of all the reactions, I hadn’t expected this one. The voice on the other line hadn’t seemed surprised at all.

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Name: Kim Y/N Date of Birth: 16/09/1996 Ethnicity: Half Arabic and half Korean Nationality: Is British but after moving to Korea obtained dual citizenship (I don’t know if this is a thing but if it’s not let’s just pretend)

Appearance: > Navy Blue eyes > Dimples > 5″8 > Light golden tan skin > Curves and athletic > Looks Korean due to eye shape and Arabic due to eye colour. Mainly looks Korean but it is obvious she is half. > Tattoos: 1) “Familia Super Omnia” (”Family Above All” written in Latin on left shoulder blade). 2) Initial and birthdays of her younger brothers on left wrist and older brothers on right wrist (Just her brothers... For now...). “No oppa I don’t love you that much I just often forget your existence.” 3) Matching tattoo with Hanbin of the Neverland stars on right shoulder blade. 4) Matching tattoo with Shinhye of a forget me not flower on their upper thighs. 5) ARMY written on both sides of her index finger because, “Now they can see my love from both angles,” cue Jin face palming.

Basic Information: > Born in England moved to Korea when 11 years old. > IQ of 162 and has an eidetic memory but terrible at remembering birthdays. > Can memorise choreography after seeing it once. > Is a main singer of BTS, like Jungkook, and is Hoseok’s second dancer in command. > Graduated high school after the first grade at age 16 (international age). > Was on the track and swimming team during high school and middle school. Could not attend practices as she had to work so much but the coaches still allowed her to be on the team as she was advantageous in competitions. She has always been first in every swim and track meet she competed in. > Was not able to go to university at first as her family couldn’t afford it. But when BTS and her company was stable and doing well she was able to get a physics degree from Seoul National University (mainly online classes due to schedule, they normally don’t allow this but they decided they wanted her to attend the school due to her IQ and status. She attended classes when she could and did exams at the school) Got her degree in one year. > Speaks 7 languages: English, Korean, Arabic, Chinese (both Mandarin and Cantonese) Thai, Japanese. (Learnt Chinese, Thai and Japanese in order to connect with fans better.) > Can play the piano, guitar, can beatbox, can play drums and also the violin but doesn’t like playing the violin (will be explained later). > CEO of Jeonsa Corporation which is comprised of Almira’s (a restaurant franchise where her mother created all the recipes) and Jeonsa cosmetics. > Became world’s youngest self-made billionaire at the age of 21 in 2017 (In this AU Kylie Jenner became billionaire at 22 and was the world’s fastest self-made billionaire). > Terrible with feelings in general. > Is okay at showing affection with people but as soon as the conversation starts to get deep and emotional, she spazzes out. > Drinks way too much alcohol and loves clubbing. > Only likes casual flings as she’s too busy and doesn’t want to commit. (For now...) > Even though she has more than enough money she won’t leave BTS as she loves what she does. > At first didn’t want to join BTS (will be explained later). > Very charming and charismatic, flirts with anything that breathes. > Hates her birthday. > Buys way too many cars and drives too fast. > Owns a lot of real estate. > Terrified of bugs mainly spiders (will be explained later). > Swears way too much and it triggers Jin. Family: Grandmother (biological fathers side) - Kim Soojin (17/07/1953) - Unemployed Grandfather (biological fathers side) - Kim Woosuk (23/08/1952) - Unemployed They both allowed Y/N, Adriel and Adonis to live with them on days when their mother would work nights. Y/N mainly looker after them as they weren’t able to find much work in their old age. Some of the most precious people in Y/N’s life. Grandfather (Stepfathers side) - Kim Wonshik (30/06/1955) - CEO of Hanam Hospital (I made it up) He thinks of his son’s stepchildren as his own grandchildren. He loves them very much. Whenever his grandchildren are free, he likes playing golf with them. Y/N at first was nervous that he wouldn’t accept her and her siblings as they were not fully Korean and poor. But she was surprised how much he loved and accepted them so easily. Mother - Kim Almira (21/03/1974) - Head chef at one of the branches of Almira’s in Seoul. She has not been able to be a part of her Children’s lives as she would have liked because when she was not working at the restaurant she was working somewhere else or sleeping. She often feels guilty at how much of her childhood Y/N has missed out. It also makes her feel grateful for having such amazing children. She often blames herself for Y/n being so emotionally closed off but it’s as if her daughter knows when she’s feeling like this and will take her mother shopping in Milan and Paris. A life that she didn’t even think was possible. Or even just spend the day helping her cook. And she thanks the stars for giving her 7 amazing children. Stepfather - Kim Haeil (24/07/1973) - Cardiothoracic Surgeon who met Almira at the restaurant. He quickly became mesmerised with the foreign beauty with the light hazel eyes. He often found himself stopping by Almira’s more and more often. Having little dates in the gardens halfway between the hospital and the restaurant. They fell in love quickly; He grew to love her kids that he saw when he went to the restaurant to visit Almira. He became protective over them especially Y/N who’s eyes looked far too old to belong to a teenager, seeing how much their family struggled he wanted to marry Almira a few months after they started dating and help them, he cared for them greatly. Y/N told her Mother that she didn’t want him to pay off their debt out of pity. They were working so hard what was the point if someone did it for them. She didn’t need someone to take care of them. In reality she was worried he would be like Insu. Y/N had no problem with Haeil, you hadn’t seen your mother so happy for years and you didn’t object to their relationship, however you didn’t need someone’s charity, which back then due to your pride was what you thought of it as. You also reminded your Mother that she had only known this man for a few months and asked her to get to know him better before considering marriage. Your mother although saddened by your inability to take the easy way accepted your decision. They waited until you had paid off all of your family’s debt before he had taken her back to their special garden and proposed to her there. It’s easier to call Haeil Dad than Insu. You love him very much at first it was weird having a father figure that actually cared and you never really got used to having a protective father who loved you so much. Biological Father - Kim Insu (13/03/1971) - Unemployed. Abusive to Y/N and Almira. When he would try to hurt her little brother’s Y/N would never let him. He never hurt her older brother as he claimed that his son never did anything wrong. Elijah probably hated him the most because of this, if he tried to protect his sister his father would just hurt her more. He felt powerless as he was not able to protect his younger siblings. As Almira was at work most of the time Y/N got the worst of his treatment. The only thing he cares about is money, women, alcohol and gambling. In England around Y/N had just turned 11 he got a divorce and left them, much to everyone’s relief. However, after you had started making a lot of money after debut and when the restaurant started doing well, he showed up in your life again. Your grandmother was so happy. He threatened to tell his parents the truth about what he did unless you paid him. The thought of your grandparents knowing what kind of a monster their son was sickened you so you struck a deal, he stays away from the rest of you family and spends two hours a week with your grandparents in order to get paid ₩250,000,000 every week. He accepted and now your grandparents are happy to be in their son’s life with you protecting them from the real him the best you can. Stepbrother - Kim Jaejoon (23/07/1991) - General Surgeon. He met Y/N at the hospital when he went to visit his father and Y/N was dropping off food for her future stepfather that her mother had sent. He had recognised her from how his father’s at the time girlfriend had described her. Her blue eyes standing out in the sea of ordinary brown. He introduced himself to her and told her he was her mother’s boyfriend’s son (cringing inwardly at how awkwardly he said that). Y/N had just smirked in amusement at his awkward state trying to hold back her laugh and introduced herself. The more he talked to you the more he realised how smart you were. You could easily keep up with him when he talked about his job. He also met his future brothers that day when the two family’s got dinner together. It was surprisingly easy for the two families to integrate. He quickly grew protective of his future younger siblings. He wished that Y/N hadn’t been so stubborn and had let their parents gotten married in order to make things easier but understood that it was something she had to do and his sister is the most stubborn person he knows. He is very protective over his sister and often lectures her on her drinking and clubbing antics. He nags at her so much it’s ridiculous, fuck when he saw her first tattoo, he threw a fit it was hilarious. He can’t see her as anything other than that wide eyed teenager with sad blue eyes, she’s gotten to good at hiding that look. >Sister in Law - Jeon Haeun (12/08/1992) - Vascular Surgeon >Niece - Kim Seoyeon (29/01/2018) - N/A >Nephew - Kim Youngsoo (31/05/2019) - N/A Full blooded Brother - Kim Elijah (17/03/1993) - Cardiothoracic Surgeon. He is very grateful to Y/N as she is the one that practically had to force him to go to university for medicine. He didn’t want to leave his family and he also knew that their family wasn’t financially able to send him there. Y/N told him that they’ll manage but he still refused. But when you told him that when he becomes a doctor and starts earning money he can provide for their family; he was determined to do this. He said that he would get part time jobs and send money, but you told your mother and him that you’d take care of everything and for him to focus on school. You had to cut back on a lot of thing but were able to get him into a student dormitory, a small and cheap one but that's all you could do, a food budget and a bus pass. He was very grateful and guilty. He was determined to succeed and help their family. But it turns out that you managed to do that before him. Years later he found out that after you graduated high school at 15 you had been offered a full scholarship to Seoul National University for medicine but you had declined as you had to help your mother provide for your family and pay off your debts. He was especially angry since he also went to Seoul National University (like all of your brothers who went to university) and felt like he robbed you of the opportunity. He got into a huge argument with you when he found out. After the fight you two drank and reminisced about the few good childhood memories you had. He babies you a lot and is very overprotective of you. Stepbrother - Kim Taejoon (27/04/1993) - Trauma and Orthopaedic Surgeon. He’s the kind of brother to randomly stop by your office and force you to lunch with him. He’s the cliché overprotective brother, glares at any boy that looks in her direction and hates basically everything she wear unless they’re baggy. A part of him hates Y/N’s noncommittal attitude to relationships because well that’s his sister and well eww but the other part of him is glad. Glad that his sister will never allow herself to get emotionally hurt but it also saddens him that she won’t ever open herself up to love. He coddles her a lot always texting if she’s had dinner and checking on her when on tour. As much as you complain when he coddles you love it. Full blooded Brother - Kim Adriel (18/02/1997) - Footballer plays for Liverpool, (I have no clue I legit searched premier league football clubs and picked the first one) is the youngest Korean ever football player to make it into the premier league (Don’t know). Lives in England most of the time. You are the most precious person in the world to him. He is a lot more intuitive that his twin brother and was able to find out sooner than Adonis about their financial situation. After finding out he started waking up earlier to make his grandparent’s breakfast to let you sleep a bit more. At first you protested but the thought of even an extra hour of sleep sounded heavenly. He felt so guilty about how he acted before he knew and so when he found out he sobbed in your arms apologising. And your heart broke you always wanted to shield him from that. When he moved back to England, he was very anxious at the thought of living far from you. He texts you every single day, needing at least some form of communication to stop him from worrying about you. Full blooded Brother - Kim Adonis (18/02/1997) - Youtuber and is living in England. He moved back there when he was 16 in 2013. His channel had 500,000 subscribers but was not making any money. He played games online with different youtubers and became close with them. They explained how they make a living off of YouTube and he became excited at the thought of pursuing this career. While it was a risk especially with his family’s financial situation at the time, he knew he had to do it. While his entire family was against it, especially Adriel, you convinced your mother to let him go and used all the money you saved for a rainy day to buy him a phone and a plane ticket on the condition that he attends online high school. He lived with a family friend until he could start supporting himself. As of now has amassed seventeen million subscribers. He visits Korea whenever he can, if you’re there, to see you. He’s regretful about how much pressure he put on you in order to achieve his dreams but whenever you tell him how proud you are with that glint in your blue eyes he knows that you mean it. Adrien and Adonis are fraternal twins. When they were young, they were very close. However, when Adonis wanted to move to England to further his YouTube career, Adriel was vehemently against it. Not because he didn’t love his brother and of course he’d miss him but because of the fact that Adonis wanted to make their situation even harder than it already was. That he wanted to make his sister work harder than she already did on something he wasn’t even sure would work. Due to this difference of opinions Adrien and Adonis grew apart and when Adonis went to England, they didn’t contact each other unless you made them. However, after Adrien moved to England they began to reconnect and slowly but surely their relationship began to heal. Much to your relief. The twins are the most attached to you as you are both a mother figure and sister to them. There is an unspoken rivalry and tension between them and Jungkook as they all get jealous and territorial over you. Stepbrother - Kim Hanuel (25/06/1997) - Studying Law at Seoul National University. He graduated high school a year early, then attended university for a year before enlisting in the military as soon as he could. He wanted to get it over with so he could focus on his future without it looming over his head. He finished his university degree in two years with a bachelor’s in law. He graduated at age 22 (International age) which was the same age as most people who were graduating however he had the advantage of having completed his military service. He is the younger brother Y/N sees the most as he lives in Seoul. You have sacrificed a lot for your family and would do anything for them.

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C’est Toi (coffee shop au) • CHAPTER TWO, wc: 4.9k

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Thursday - January 10, 2019 - 12:31

I went back to the coffee shop yesterday. I decided that I was going to be more brave. Put myself out there more. So I went back in between class to do some studying. I pushed the door open and softly closed it. When I turned around I saw the Irish guy and him. His eyes were already on mine.

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“McLane!” He shouted my name and waved both hands above his head.

I stopped closing the door and whipped my head around to stare at him. He remembered my name. And he seemed so happy––relieved. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I felt the bundle of nerves making me feel more nauseous with every step I took toward the counter. He had on a black shirt again, but this time it was short sleeved. And he had more a few more tattoos scattered across his skin.

He grabbed a yellow cup and was already writing my name, “Another latte?” He was looking at me as I nodded in response. His eyes held a certain depth to them, they were welcoming, like a warm cup of coffee on a rainy day. Whenever we held eye contact I felt like I could spill any secret to him and there would be no judgement. But like his smile, they held a bit of mystery to them.

“More studying to do?” He walked to the other end of the coffee bar to the espresso machine. I followed him as he bent down to get the milk from the fridge and then measured the amount of milk in the silver frothing pitcher.

I took notice of an empty table right next to the espresso machine and set my bag down. There was a loud grinding sound of a machine, and when I looked back, I saw that his back was facing me as he tamped down the espresso in the puck. Through his black shirt, I could see the outline of his back muscles.

Breathe.

He then walked over and locked the puck into the machine, but not yet pressing the button to make the espresso. He grabbed a clean cloth and wiped the steam wand a few times before he turned the lever handle that controlled the wand on and off a few times, getting rid of any old residue, before sliding the wand into the silver frothing pitcher. Once the wand made contact with the milk, it made a loud screech that had both of us cringing, before he adjusted the steam handle until there was just a low hum.

He made espresso drinks for hours on end each day, so these movements came naturally with ease to him, but I was captivated by every move of his muscle.

“A bit yeah.”

Say something else, I scolded myself, keep the conversation going.

“How––How has it been today–Here?” With every word the pitch of my voice got higher. If he noticed it, he didn’t make any mention of it.

He shrugged before tilting his head toward the ceiling, squinting an eye trying to recall today’s events, “Uneventful. Bit slow actually.”

“That’s not very fun,” I stammered out.

He took his free hand and quickly touched the side of the tin pitcher with his fingertips. His touch was fast, as he didn’t want to burn himself, but the touch was still delicate. He seemed satisfied with the temperature the milk was at and took down a shot glass and touched a button. With the button being pressed, the espresso beans were pressed into a hot liquid that silently fell into the glass beneath it.

Chuckling, he turned the lever a few times to the opposite side and the low hum faded away.

“So seeing you walk in has been the highlight,” He had said it so nonchalantly, an offhand comment, that made my heart stop but simultaneously spiked its rate.

“Oh––That’s nice.”

He peered up as he poured the milk in the cup and let out a single laugh, “Yeah, it is nice.” He turned his attention back to the coffee cup with his tongue poking out the side of his mouth. His eyes were set and eyebrows drawn together in concentration. He set the coffee down and I looked down at what he had been concentrating so hard on; creating latte art.

And it was terrible.

“Wow––that’s some good latte art.” I was drawn back to his eyes. His eyes that already held a soft gaze on mine.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah,” I gulped, “It’s––Intricate.”

He shrugged as he turned around and washed out the frothing pitcher, “It’s just a simple heart.”

A heart.

It looked like a leaf.

The water shut off and I tore my gaze away from the artwork. He took the white towel off his shoulder and started drying the pitcher, “No one’s ever complimented my work––Niall always tells me it’s shit.”

“Well, don’t listen to him,” I smiled brightly. There was something about uplifting his confidence in his terrible latte art that made my heart flutter, “It’s great––really.”

With a sheepish smile, he put the pitcher on top of the espresso machine and threw the towel back over his shoulder. Like the first time we talked, he leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his chin on his hands, “So, you from America?”

I shook my head, “No, I’m just really good at impersonating the accent.” His eyes shot open wide and his eyebrows pulled together. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “Ha––Kidding––Ha.” I bit my bottom lip in nervousness––Oh, God I probably sounded like a complete––

My inner-monologue was cut off by a musical laugh and a sight that I wanted ingrained into my memory for eternity. Head tilted back, eyes screwed shut, and a laugh so loud that a few people in the coffee shop turned their heads. One of his hands curled around his stomach and his other palm hit the counter.

I couldn’t help but admire the sight.

“You––“ His laughter was still present and he pinched his thumb and index finger in the corner of his eyes to wipe away the tears that collected there. His eyes were lively as he pointed an accusatory finger my way, “You almost had me for a second.”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to contain my smile, “I’m from Maryland.”

“I have no idea where that is.”

It was my turn to laugh. His bluntness about being clueless on American geography had been the highlight of my hectic day. Once my laughter subsided, he was back to leaning his chin on hands looking at me with a glint of something in his eyes.

“I’m not too far from Washington D.C.”

He snapped his fingers, “That’s the capital.”

“Smart boy.”

He had an all too prideful look on his face. He makes me nervous. But I pushed down the nerves and asked him where he was from, since he lacked the English accent. Canada, he answered, but his family moved to London when he was ten because his mother was from here. He still occasionally went back to Toronto to visit his grandparents, but that was the only thing that still tied him down to the city across the ocean.

We stood there for a minute more, not talking, just appreciating each other’s presence. While all I wanted to was stand with him and get to know him more, I did have to do some work before my next class. I fished out a five from my wallet and handed it to him, “For the coffee.”

Almost like he had forgotten I hadn’t paid, he slowly took the money from my hand, “Yeah––I––Just let me get you your change––Just––One second.” It was amusing to not be the person stammering for once.

He rung up the coffee and got the two pounds out. He had the coins in his hand, expecting me to take the change from him. Instead, I took his hand and curled his fingers back to envelope the coins in his hand, “Keep it.”

“But––“

I patted his hand with a smile, “It’s a tip for––for––being good company.”

“You think I’m good company?” The smugness in his voice was clear as day.

Now, it was my turn to be a stammering mess, “I––Well, like––Yeah––It’s fun talking––“

I was cut off by a yelp and a jump from the boy in front of me. He turned around and glared a the Irish boy who tried looking as innocent as possible as he twirled a towel.

“Did you just rat-tail me?!”’

“Back to work, Mendes.”

“Niall, you can’t tell me––“

“Work,” Niall pointed at the register before he turned to me and smiled, “Sorry for mister flirtatious over here,” he jabbed his thumb over to Mendes, “Works his magic too hard for a pretty little tip.”

A breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding in passed through my lips more audible than I thought. And while I had nothing to really be upset over, part of me thought that he enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed his––even though it’s only been two days.

Mendes broke his glare and whipped his head around to face me with panic, “That’s not––No––McLane, He doesn’t––“

“I should probably start studying,” I took my coffee from the counter and flashed Mendes a smile, “Thanks…again.”

I rounded the table and took a seat on the cushioned bench and pulled out my notebook to review my notes for my next class. I had planned to do some actual work, but my mind was too much of a cluttered place to retain any information on the subject. I flipped through pages mindlessly while taking a peak at the coffee cup. I found myself studying the the chicken scratch writing of my name with a smiley face next to it more than my notes.

I went to take a sip of my latte, but when my lips were met with cool air instead of a hot caffeine, I frowned. I looked inside the cup and noticed that nothing was left. My frown deepened considering I still had half an hour before I had to leave to make it to class. And I didn’t want to buy another coffee. While leaving the coffee shop would’ve been the smart choice, there was something anchoring me down. And I only had to look to my left to figure out who that anchor was.

Busy at the espresso machine making drink after drink, I could still feel him glance over every once in a while.

And while I didn’t want to listen to what Niall had said, part of me knew that it could be the absolute truth. He was charming, very attractive, and didn’t miss a beat in keeping the conversation flowing. I’m near positive that there had to be other girls––or guys––who swooned over him just like I was doing just now and would come back just because he remembered their order. He probably roped a lot of them in with his eyes.

“McLane?”

I turned my head to where my name was being called. And I saw a head of curly brown hair pop up from the espresso machine. I couldn’t control the smile that was creeping up, “Hm?”

He offered a smile back, “You just seemed lost in your head for a second,” observant, “Can I get you anything?”

I was thinking of declining the offer, saying that I had to get to class, but I couldn’t find it in myself to leave.

“Could I get a water?” I lifted my cup up and shook it to show it was empty, “Tap is fine––“

“Yeah, I got you.” He disappeared for a moment before popping right back up with a water bottle. He reached around the side of the espresso machine and held it out for me. I took it with a small thanks and unscrewed the top.

“So…” He turned his head around to check the line of customers, there were none, and Niall was off restocking supplies, “Working hard or hardly working?”

I closed my notebook with a breathy laugh, “Neither.”

He returned the laugh, “Same.” It was silent between us and I debated on either reopening my notebook or leaving to get to class early. But he cleared his throat, “I want to apologize,” I quirked an eyebrow his way, “about what Niall said––“ ah “––I––I’m not mister flirtatious, I don’t…always talk to everyone.”

“But you talk to me?”

“You’re special.”

He chose to say those words while I was in the middle of drinking water and I subsequently started coughing uncontrollably. Special. I brought a hand up to my chest to steady my coughing and to make sure that my heart was still beating. I wished I hadn’t looked up, but I did, and I was met with concerned eyes that held a hint of amusement because he knew what he had said.

“You alright, McLane?”

I nodded and wiped my eyes, that stung from coughing so hard, with the sleeve of my sweater, “Water––It like––Down–––It went down the wrong pipe.”

He was trying his hardest to conceal the smirk as he took the towel off his shoulder and started to wipe the counter, “Sure?”

“Positive.”

“Alright.”

It was then that I saw the time on the clock behind the his head. I should have left five minutes ago. I would now have to speed walk back over to campus so I wasn’t late. I started gathering my stuff and shoving them haphazardly in my bag. Once I made sure I had everything, I stood up and almost made it past those brown eyes undetected as he was making a caffeinated drink for himself.

“Leaving so soon?” His tone was playful, but his eyes held disappointment.

I nodded, “I have class soon and I’ll be late if I don’t leave,” I raised my phone to check the time, “now.” I waved farewell and was about to spin on my heel out the door, but I heard him call out my name.

“See you soon?”

This time I didn’t hide the growing smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with a smile from him being the last thing I saw, I hurried out the door and down the street.

Wednesday - January 16, 2019

“And what are you drawing, Picasso?”

I slammed the pocket sized sketchbook closed, “Christ, don’t sneak up on me.” I glared at Ella as she took a seat in the chair next to mine and Jack took the seat across. “How’d you know I was here?”

Jack tore open the bag his sandwich came in, “Because you’re always in Somerset.”

“And if you’re not here then you’re at Brightside.” Ella chimed in.

Brightside. The name of the familiar coffee shop brought a smile to my face. I had been there a handful of times in the past week, save for the weekend because I didn’t want to come off as a nuisance. I had quite a few cordial conversations with Mendes as he worked behind the counter while I ordered coffee. I wish we were able to talk more, but I had more work than anticipated so we just chatted whenever I went to the counter to order.

“Is that that coffee shop that’s like a fifteen minute walk from campus?” Jack didn’t care that he spoke with his mouth full, I nodded, and he shrugged, “Never been, but I hear a lot of students like it there.”

“And our little Mick is one of them,” Ella patted my head, “She’s fallen in love with the barista. And he’s quite smitten with her.” Jack tried to conceal his interest in the subject, but I had noticed he started to take his time eating his sandwich.

“That’s a lie––“

“Who is he?” Jack interjected.

Ella didn’t let me get a word in before she continued on with her rant, “Oh he’s so fit––I think he’s a figment of our imagination because he’s too beautiful––But when we ducked in from the rain he was all smiley at Mick and he remembered her name when she went to get a refill when he didn’t even remember mine!” Ella threw her hands up, “How do you forget Ella but remember McLane.” I shrugged and Ella continued, “It’s cute though because he says her name any chance he can––what can I get you McLane, how was your day McLane, another latte McLane––cute, but a little try hard.”

“He calls you McLane?” Jack had never been this interested in the conversations Ella and I usually held at Somerset. He would normally mindlessly scroll on his phone while he took a break for lunch. Even though we had only been in session for a few weeks, all three of us always seemed to find one another here so it had become an unofficial meeting spot.

“Yeah,” I offered an explanation, “I usually use my first name whenever I place an order so that way it doesn’t get messed up––I always get Nick instead of Mick and so I made it less complicated.” I shrugged and stuck my hand into my salt and vinegar chips bag.

“What’s his name?” Jack asked.

I avoided both of their looks as I picked up the bag of chips and read the back of the packaging. I felt the embarrassment trickle in slowly––starting with my cheeks. I had only been there a few times and I kept telling myself that it wasn’t odd that I didn’t know his name. Sure he knew mine, but that’s because they needed to keep track of the orders.

The silence was a good enough indication for their answer.

“Mick!” Ella whisper-yelled, “How do you not know his name?! He’s all you talk about!”

“You talk about him?” Jack’s comment was left for the wind to pick up.

“I know his last name!” I whisper-yelled back, “And he’s not all I talk about.” I gave her a pointed glare.

Ella rolled her eyes, “His last name means nothing!”

I picked up the pencil I was drawing with earlier and twirled it between my fingers, “Well how do I get his name? Just go up and ask him?”

Jack let out a snort and I threw a chip at him.

“Just…” Ella scratched her chin as she went further into her scheming mind, “Play it cool.”

“You do realize who you’re talking to.”

I kicked Jack’s shin under the table for his comment and he winced.

Ella also hit Jack on the backside of his head before fully facing me with a smile, “Next time he gives you a coffee, be like,” she cleared her throat and spoke with an American accent, “you know my name from all the times I’ve ordered coffee, it’s only fair if I know your name.”

“That was a horrific accent,” Jack caught Ella’s wrist before she could hit him again, “And Mick,” his eyes softened, as he smiled, I could see that his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, “Just be yourself and ask him, there’s no harm in that.”

I chewed the bottom of my lip, not believing Jack that being myself was the best option, “You really think?”

Jack nodded and this time when he smiled, it reached his eyes, “You’re special.”

I caught the large door right before it tumbled me back into the lecture building. With two hands, I had to use all of my strength to push it open, which was draining since I felt like I had exhausted all of it sitting and taking notes for the last two hours. I could have easily hopped on the tube and went back to the residence hall and fallen into a hibernation, but I had a paper to finish before tomorrow’s class and was in desperate need for a coffee.

So I walked fifteen minutes out of my way, passing multiple coffee shops that would’ve gotten the job done right, and opened the door to Brightside before even registering that I had made it to my little safe haven. I was only able to take a few steps in before I was met with a line. I took the time waiting in line to take in the surroundings of Brightside and noticed that it was ungodly busy and every table was overflowing with people.

With all of the people in front of me, I couldn’t see behind the counter. I found myself silently hoping that Mendes was there or else I had made this journey and waited in line for nothing. I could’ve stopped by a different coffee shop, one closer to campus or my residence hall, and started on my paper sooner. He also very well could have had the day off.

Every time a person got out of line and I stepped closer to the front counter, my stomach twisted in nerves. This was a bad idea, I thought to myself, a very bad idea. And before I knew it, I was up at the counter. And with all of the anticipation building up to the moment to see if he was here, it all seemed for nothing because behind the register was a girl who I had never seen before.

Her smile was tight, “What can I get for you?” Her green eyes weren’t as welcoming as the amber ones I had been accustomed to seeing. I stood there for a moment, wallowing in my disappointment before the girl cleared her throat.

“Right,” I quickly turned my head to the left to see if he was at the espresso machine, but I only saw Niall. “A latte, please.”

She nodded and pushed buttons on the iPad, “Size?”

“Excuse me?”

She picked her head up from the iPad and looked at me like I had three heads. I was probably looking at her the same way. Never had I been asked for a size, Mendes had always just pulled a yellow cup off from the stack next to the iPad and began writing my name and order on the side before I even made my way up to the register.

I looked behind her to the menu board, but I couldn’t see where they listed their sizes, “The uh––the yellow cup,” I hastily spoke as I noticed her posture stiffen in annoyance.

“Name?”

“McLane.”

At the sound of my name, she picked her head up from writing my name on the cup and raised her eyebrows. It was the only time she had looked remotely interested in me. I nodded my head and she put the cup to the side.

“McLane.” She repeated my name carefully as if it was an ancient incantation, “That’ll be three pounds.” She spoke, but her voice sounded far off. I felt her icy stare on me as I pulled out a five pound note from my bag and handed it over to her. She seemed skeptical to take it at first, but then the iPad dinged and a drawer under the counter opened and she took out my change.

“Just wait for your name to be called,” Her voice was sharp and she was onto helping the next customer.

I waited off to the side with a small group of people who were impatiently waiting for their coffees. I pulled out my phone and shifted my weight onto my left leg as I started to scroll. My fingers were scrolling, but I wasn’t paying any mind to what was on Twitter. All I could think of was that I wasted precious time walking over to Brightside and getting a coffee when the person I wanted to see wasn’t even here. With every name Niall called, my order was getting closer to being done and then I could get out of here.

“McLane?”

I snapped my head up because it wasn’t the voice I expected. I was waiting for Niall’s frantic Irish accent to call out my name as he was already starting on the next order in the line up. But the person who spoke my name had a clear Canadian accent, that slightly stretched out the vowels in my name. He spoke in a delicate whisper, as if he was a child seeing Santa Claus actually come down the chimney with a red sack of toys.

The knuckles around my phone turned white as I gripped it, afraid it would drop as fast as my heart fell in my chest as I saw those familiar brown eyes.

“Hey––Hi.” I breathed out a sigh of relief and softly smiled, “Didn’t think you were in.”

He shook his head, wringing the white towel in front of him, “Just doing a bit of inventory. Did you order?” I slowly nodded and his smile widened as he rounded the counter looking at the drinks in the line up. When he found the yellow cup with my name on it, he picked it up and placed it down next to the espresso machine.

He took the second puck that was in the machine and brought it over to the grinder. With sudden movements next to him, Niall peered over his shoulder, “Been nice if you were up here twenty minutes ago.”

When the espresso beans were finished grinding he took the puck out of bumped Niall’s shoulder, “Just doing my duties.”

With a heavy release in his shoulders, I could tell Niall had let out a deep breath. He either was releasing his stress from all of the coffee orders or irritated with his co-worker who was now making a drink next to him on the other side of the espresso machine.

I couldn’t hear much of their conversation, but I heard bits and pieces on Niall’s end.

We have other drinks in the que––That drink was at least four orders behind––Oh, I see now.

Niall peered over his shoulder and shot me a wink. I lifted my hand to greet him with a wave. Niall mumbled something under his breath that caused a nose wrinkle and glare from Mendes. Once the espresso was in my yellow cup, he was now pouring the milk in with concentration, I gave myself a pep talk. I was going to ask for his name. I was doing it. I could do it. Just say what Ella suggested.

You know my name from all the times I’ve ordered coffee, it’s only fair if I know your name.

I repeated the phrase like I was memorizing something for a life or death situation. You can do this, I encouraged myself, you know my name…it’s only fair that I know yours––

“McLane?”

My coffee was still in his hands and my legs carried me over to the counter on their own regard. I was still lost in my head, feeling the nausea hit me like a freight train as I prepared to ask for his name. I opened my mouth but it wasn’t the intended question I had been practicing in my head.

I took a deep breath, “You––You know that––I––Do you have a lid?”

He nodded, a skeptical look crossing over his face, he knew that wasn’t the question I wanted to ask, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even know I was going to ask for his name, but he didn’t press on the subject of my rambling. He came back with a black lid, securing the lid on the cup, “You’re not staying?”

There was a hint of despair in his tone, but like how he didn’t mention my rambling, I didn’t mention his dejected tone of voice.

I nodded and circled my hands around the yellow cup,“I have to finish up a paper––needed a pick me up after class or else I would just sleep.”

With a short nod, he smiled, “Good luck with it.”

“Thanks, it’s––I don’t think it’ll be too hard––There’s only––I’m almost done––“

“Romeo,” Niall called over his shoulder, “Could use some help.”

Noticing that the line of cups only got longer, and the girl at the register was sending daggers our direction, I picked up my coffee and took a sip, all confidence leaving my system to ask his name.

“I’ll––I’ll see you,” I took another sip of my coffee as I took two steps backward and then started walking toward the door.

“Tomorrow?”

I turned my head to see him standing behind the counter with a purple cup in his hand. His brown eyes filled with hope. When I first arrived here and didn’t see him, I had planned on skipping coffee tomorrow, too embarrassed to come back. But with his confirmation that he would be here, I threw all of my undecided plans out the window and nodded.

“Tomorrow.”

a/n: And here we have chapter 2! Exciting stuff! More of Mick rambling and she finally knows his ~last name…Mendes. 😏 It’ll only get more embarrassing for Mick here on out! Get ready! I think the next chapter might be my favorite slkdjflskdf

I hope you all enjoyed it! What was your favorite part? What’s your go to coffee order? What do you think will happen next? Have you ever fallen in love with your barista? I have. If you have any A’s to these Q’s pop over to my inbox! You all make me smile so much, thanks a million for the nice words of encouragement!!

Have a wonderful rest of your day/afternoon/evening!! 🤗💞🌻

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msiopao · 5 years ago

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The One Where They Go to Paris

pairing: jungkook x nobi

summary: nobi and jungkook spend their break in Paris

There was a moment of silence after Jin banged on their door to signal them for breakfast. Neither one wanted to get up as they were too tired from the late night gaming that they were willing to give up food in exchange for a few minutes of dreams.

However, they weren’t willing to exchange those dreams for Jin’s angry yells and they werent going to repeat the time that BTS barged into their room and carried them out to the dining room.

Not happening again.

“Kook. Jungkook,” she rasped from her bed and all she got in response was a sleepy hum.

“Hm?” He sounded and with no reply, he cuddled further into the body pillow and felt himself slip into sleep again.

Almost falling asleep herself, Nobi forced her hand to rub away the sleep and sat up, stretching out her body and cringing at the sound of her bones cracking back to place. A blip of a second made her question where she was and who she was until she saw a big lump on the bed at the other side of the room and the big picture of her and Jungkook on the wall.

Remembering Jin and breakfast, she rolled off the bed and stomped over to Jungkook’s bed and sat down on the edge. She dug around and peeled off the numerous blankets he managed to wrap around himself before she finally saw a mop of shaggy black hair. Tugging at the strands, he made a noise of protest and swatted her hand away with his hand.

“Jungkook-ah. Please wake up,” she sleepily begged. He groaned and she yanked off all the blankets.

Using all of her strength, she pulled him up by the arms and he sat up, slumping towards her. A noise of surprise escaped her as his heavy weight made her fall backwards and he wrapped his arms around her before snuggling into her shoulder.

“If we don’t wake up, Jin-hyung is going to kill us, you understand?” There was no noise from him. “Jeon Jungkook, are you listening to me?”

She pinched his side and he bolted up, grimacing at the pain and he rubbed his eyes making Nobi sigh in relief that he was finally waking up.

“Honestly, you’re like a child,” she whined from the bed.

“I thought I could sleep in since, yknow, we’re on a break,” he complained. She chuckled before getting on her feet and grabbing his hand to make him stand up. Her hands made its way to his face and she cooed at his puffy cheeks and caressed the soft skin.

“We’ll sleep in when we go to Paris, bub,” she reassured him and he leaned to her hands for the warmth it radiated.

“2 more days,” he chanted as if saying it over and over again would make time come faster.

“Come on, I’m starving.”

.....

Hoseok saw the 2 youngest make their way to the table and laughed at their appearance. Hair pointing in all sorts of directions and face all red and blushed from waking up.

“Yah, I told you to stop playing Overwatch so late at night,” he pointed out.

Jin got up to place some rice in bowls for them and passed it to Namjoon as he was closest to their seats. “Eat up, kids.”

Nobi settled down on her seat and yawned before tying up her pink lemonade hair. Opposite of her, Jungkook laid his head down until Yoongi shook him awake, eyes immediately drawn to the potato pancakes that Jin made at the wee hours of the morning.

The breakfast table was filled with silence as the two 95-liners that used to fill the silence were gone on a vacation. Opting to go international as well, Jimin and Taehyung traveled to Tokyo a week ago where they constantly sent the rest pictures of them in front of shrines and ramen shops.

“Yah, Kura, your suitcase should be coming in today.”

Yoongi’s announcement made her perk up in interest as she was quite nervous at the lack of a big suitcase to take to Paris. Upon hearing the damaged condition of her old one, Yoongi secretly bought her a new one, only indicating he did when he sent her a picture of his checkout receipt.

“Hyung, thanks!” She gratefully smiled and he returned a nod before pointing his chopsticks at her.

“This is the only time, alright? If you, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin do suitcase races again, you’re responsible for buying another one.”

Hearing his name being called out and associated with a past memory, Jungkook laughed out loud as he got flashbacks their drunken shenanigans.

“Come to think of it, I still haven’t gotten a 5-star meal that Taehyung lost to,” Jungkook remembered. Kura nodded and pointed to herself as well.

“Once we get back, I’m forcing him for that meal,” she promised. Knowing that Tae and Jimin returned 4 days after they leave, she’s marking it in her calendar to remind herself of that lost meal.

...

Unable to sleep by herself, Kura wandered over to Jungkook’s bed before pushing the covers off and sliding next to his form, throwing the covers back on her. He laid on his side and she turned to face his back, giggling at the too small white shirt that was stretched to its limit. The feeling of her arm draping over his body, Jungkook opened his eyes and rolled over to his back. Sleep still laced his eyes and he blinked slowly at the face of his roommate.

Knowing what to do due to the frequent visits she made, he laid out his right arm and curled it once Kura settled on his bicep as a pillow and wrapped her arm across his front. “Can’t sleep?” he rasped out, a sleepy grin making its way on his face as he felt her head shake no. “You need to sleep, bub.”

“I can’t sleep. I don’t know if I’m too excited or I’m just not tired,” she mumbled. “Sorry for waking you, Koo.”

“It’s okay, bub. You know I’m always here,” he reassured. “So what do you want to do?”

Kura shifted her head up so she was able to look at his face and snuggled closer to his warmth. “Where do you want to go once we arrive? Do you want to go shopping first? Or have a meal?”

Jungkook’s eyes met hers and he shrugged slightly, “We can do anything. We have 2 weeks to do it all so it doesn’t really matter what we do first.”

Her eyes turned to the window and focused on the quarter moon on the sky. “Let’s see. Our plane leaves at 10 and it’s about a 12-13 hour flight. There’s also a 7 hour time difference so unless I’m doing my math wrong, it would be around 4 in the afternoon there?”

Jungkook chuckled, amazed at her ability to do math. “I trust you, bub.”

“It would be too early to eat dinner so what do you say we just settle in the hotel room and look up places until we go to a restaurant somewhere?” She asked and looked at him for confirmation.

He nodded and closed his eyes. “Anything you want.”

She pouted at his response, “Kook, this is also your vacation!”

That made him open his eyes and stare at her, gaze fixated intently at her brown ones. “Asami Sakura, I go wherever you go, no questions asked. Tell me what you want to do and we’ll do it.”

“But Kook-”

“Sshh.... Let’s sleep, hm?”

.....

The moment they almost missed their plane should’ve made Nobi understand that this trip was off to a bad start. With the two running down the airport and hands on their hats to keep it from flying, they were there a minute before they closed the gates. There wasn’t even any moment to spare for them to throw on some decent clothes as they slept passed their alarms and Jin was the one who chased them out of the house to keep them from missing their flight.

“Have a wonderful flight,” the attendant smiled at her before scanning Jungkook’s passport next.

After repeating the same sentence, Jungkook followed Nobi’s small form and ran up to match with her pace. He slung an arm around her shoulder and even through her his sweatshirt, he could feel her heart beating wildly.

“See, Kura? We made it!” He cheered but she just sighed.

“Jungkook, we probably look like terrorists right now because we didn’t have time to dress properly. I mean, whose sweatpants are these even?!” She complained.

Just laughing at her outburst, they walked into the plane and settled into their seats, first class and all. Nobi sank into the seat and she sighed in relief after finding the bar that raised the leg so she could properly lay down. To her right, Jungkook did the same thing and he stretched out like a cat.

“God, I love first class,” he said before tapping the screen.

Noticing the lack of movement or noise from beside him, he turned to say something to Nobi until he saw her still form. With her bucket hat draped on her face, he was able to quickly tell that she fell asleep.

“I’ll wake you up when it’s time to eat,” he promised her even though he knew she couldn’t hear him in the first place.

...

Half-way through the flight, Kura jolted awake, confused as to why her seat was vibrating and why it was so noisy. She lifted the hat off of her face and suddenly remembered that she was on a plane to Paris with Jungkook. Speaking of, was sound asleep with his headphones still on and The Secret Life of Pets 2 playing on his screen.

“You probably just fell asleep, right?” She asked him but expected no response. Pausing the movie and slowly taking off his headphones, she pulled his blanket higher and he unconsciously snuggled into it more.

Nobi got out of her seat and reached to the overhead bin to grab her bag where spare clothes laid inside. Internally screaming how grateful she was to Seokjin, she smiled at the white bag that held her pants and shirt.

“I placed some spare clothes in that bag last night just in case of a scenario like this.”

“I’ll treat you to drinks and dinner, hyung,” she cheerfully whispered.

Whispering apologies to other people in the aisles, she finally reached the bathroom and locked it behind her. She opened the white bag and despite being grateful at his thoughtful gesture, Nobi couldn’t help but sigh at the choice of top.

Under the grey plaid pants, there laid the white turtlneck crop top that she was sure she trashed away a long time ago. But suddenly it re-appeared and she had no choice but to wear that or the sweatshirt. She mustered up her courage and threw away the fear and took off her current clothes in exchange for the new ones.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Nobi cocked her head to the side. The pants made her butt look big and her thighs thicker than they were. Also, the turtleneck made her head look bigger and chunkier than it usually is.

“Don’t worry too much, unnie. You’re pretty enough.”

She blinked in surprise at the sudden memory of one fan who said that to her in a fan sign some years ago. Of all things, that seemed to stand out for her since it was a time she despised herself and an encouragement from a stranger meant everything to her.

It took everything in her not to change back to her jungkook’s sweatshirt and her probably yoongi’s sweatpants and smile at herself.

One step at a time, Sakura. This can be counted as one.

...

Watching the Parisian architecture pass them by, Kura turned to see Jungkook taking pictures and taking videos for his GCF. Looking back out the window, she saw the silhouette of the most famous Parisian landmark and she excitedly tugged her friend’s sleeve.

“Look! Kook, look!” She squealed and pointed at the Eiffel Tower.

He scooted closer and snapped several shots at the tall structure before looking over to Nobi to say something only for the words to falter in his throat. The wild bun that had strands escaping it and the bright eyes that flitted everywhere was more beautiful to him than any structure or building in the world. Jungkook couldn’t help himself but take more pictures of her than the city itself.

“Kook, look! A poodle!” Nobi hurriedly pointed at the puffy dog on the sidewalk, snapping him out of his trance.

“H-Huh?” He stuttered out causing Nobi to giggle at his confused expression.

“A poodle, Jungkook! Poodle!” She repeated again.

“Right. Poodle.”

....

Not knowing exactly how much to give the driver, Nobi just gave him a bill while Jungkook went to the trunk to grab their luggage. The hotel bellboys saw the upcoming tourists and went towards them with a cart to place all the heavy suitcases in.

“Merci,” Nobi thanked the young lad who placed her luggage for her. He nodded and slightly blushed at the bright smile he was given but shrunk away at the feeling of a heavy glare from someone else.

Once they were finished, Jungkook dismissed the staff, opting to push it himself while Nobi went to the counter to check in. Even with her limited English, she was able to get their room key and even the times for breakfast.

“Kura, do you want to just get room service tonight and get drunk?” The question startled her and she looked at him after pushing their floor button.

“Yah, Jeon Jungkook, have you gone dog mad?” She questioned, eyes fixed on him.

“We’re free to do whatever we want and you said we would do what we wanted and I want to get drunk tonight,” he reasoned.

Sighing, she couldn’t help but agree. “All right. Even though that was such a random request, I guess we can do that.” He cheered but was cut short when she pinched his side. “But if you do something you regret, I’m not taking responsibility for you. Like that drunk vLive you made last time.”

this is a long one, bois

here’s a reference to nobi’s outfit:

#i want my friends to go on a vacay with me #paris sounds really nice right now #this will be a series I guess #bts imagines #8th member of bts #bts 8th member #bts au #bts scenarios #bts female scenarios #bts female imagines #bts female member #bts female addition #kpop oc #bts girl member #female!oc #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts aus

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ahsokaoswin · 5 years ago

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Grading Papers

A/N: Alright so this is my first time posting my writing, like at all...I just decided there wasn’t enough Ozpin x reader so I wrote some myself.

In this one you’re a teacher at Beacon. Also, y/f/b = your favorite breakfast. Just some fluff.

I think that’s it so enjoy!

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You were sitting in your office. Classes had let out at least 4 hours ago but there you were, still grading papers. This week had actually been pretty busy for you. You’d pulled a lot of all-nighters trying to get grading done after going on a mission for Ozpin during the first half of the week. You’d had maybe 12 hours of sleep over the last 5 days. On top of all that one of your classes had just handed in their ten page essays (on Grimm of their choosing), and most of what you were reading was giving you a headache. After finishing struggling through a one Cardin Winchester’s paper, your head simply fell to your desk in defeat. “I just can’t read another paper” you thought as you raised your arms onto the desk so that your head was resting on them instead of the hard surface and let your mind wander. Your thoughts, unwittingly, drifted towards your close friend (and if we’re being perfectly honest long-time crush) Ozpin.

“Come on, don’t tell me that you actually only know how to make hot chocolate!” you were in fits of giggles, one arm wrapped around your middle and the other around Ozpin as you leaned against him for support.

“Well, it isn’t that I don’t know how… it’s just that… well… shall we say… it doesn’t tend to go well…” was his sheepish response.

“So boiling water to make tea or coffee is too much?”

“Well…” now he was laughing with you, “I suppose”

“And you’re how old again?”

“Well technically…”

“you’re several thousand years old and have yet to master more than one warm beverage,” you finish, as you finally get the laughing under control.

“Well, since it seems you know what you’re doing, why don’t you come up to my office and teach me?”

“Me? The infallible headmaster of Beacon Academy wants to learn something…from me?” you tease, turning to look at him. Which is when you realize that at some point he had turned to look down at you, and now your faces were dangerously close together and he’s looking directly into your eyes. You stare for a while in shock but once you’ve processed this, you look back down, at the wall, at your feet, eyes flitting around trying to look anywhere other than at Ozpin. “Yeah, sure I’ll try to help your lost cause,”.

He only chuckled as you walked towards his office.

You must have fallen asleep without realizing because the next thing you know, there’s a light pressure on your shoulder and you find yourself being gently shaken awake. You look up, groggily, and see the clock on your desk first: 9:30…oops. You look over to the person who had just woken you up, Ozpin. Of course, I mean, who else would still be at the school this late, he probably saw that your light was still on as he was leaving to go back to his dorm.

“Y/n?” His voice was soft, but you could tell he was holding back a chuckle.

“mmmmph” came your gruff response, you were still half asleep and really just wanted to stay where you were.

“Come on, we need to get you home,” now he was chuckling as he offered you a hand up. You didn’t take it.

“Jus’ leave me, ‘m tired.”

“When was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

“mmmmm…Friday?”

“It’s Thursday.”

“I know…”

“Come on now…y/n? Y/n!” He sighed, you’d fallen back to sleep. He tried shaking your shoulder again but this time it didn’t do anything to stir you. He thought for a moment. He couldn’t exactly leave you here- no that wouldn’t do. Unfortunately, you were terribly stubborn and refused to live on school grounds unlike most of the teachers at the academy. You claimed it made you feel too much like a student. This normally wouldn’t have bothered him, except he couldn’t remember where you lived, and honestly he wasn’t about to let you drive home even if he could get you awake again. That didn’t leave him with many options.

“I knew I should have made her take more days off after that mission.” Ozpin muttered as he picked up your bag, “Well, I suppose there’s only one course of action to take.” and then he lifted you into his arms bridal style. He exited the classroom, locking the door behind him. As he was walking towards the teacher’s wing he looked down at you and smiled, “She’s so pretty when she’s relaxed like this…wait…what?” he sighed as he reached the doors to the wing.

When he arrived at the headmaster’s quarters, he carried you in and set you on his bed (he only had one bedroom and he wasn’t about to make you sleep on the couch. No, he would take the couch, that was only polite.) He carefully took your shoes off and then set your bag by them at the foot of the bed, then he pulled the covers over you and tucked you in. He leaned down and whispered “Goodnight, Y/n,” before pressing a quick kiss to your hairline. He stood up to leave, but stopped as you realized that you had wrapped your hand around his wrist and wouldn’t let go. Your eyes were still closed, but you mumbled, “Stay with me,” in a voice that was sleepy and adorable and just too challenging to deny, and, to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t as though Ozpin needed that much convincing anyways. He crawled in behind you, and since his hand was still firmly in your grasp, his arm wound up being draped over your waist. It didn’t take long for him to fall into the same deep sleep you were already in.

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Ozpin almost never needed an alarm as he naturally woke up quite early. When he did come round, the first thing that he registered was the fact that there was someone else in bed next to him, and then that they had beautiful (h/c) hair, and then what had happened last night came flooding back to him. He blushed, furiously. You had shifted in your sleep so that you were practically on top of him, which felt disconcertingly nice, and somehow very right, but it was also not exactly professional, and you were still only friends after all and what would you think of him taking you back to his rooms while you were asleep? Would you be angry? Had he been wrong not to just let you sleep in your classroom? He snapped away from his thoughts when you stirred slightly and snuggled closer to him in your sleep (if that was even possible). He looked down at you and smiled. He shifted slightly, careful not to wake you and grabbed his scroll from where it rested on the bedside table. He messaged Glinda to say that he would be coming in late this morning and marked you as sick and set up someone to cover your classes. Then, he gently got out from under you. He didn’t wake you, but you did frown a bit at the loss of proximity. He had to hold back a chuckle, you were so cute when you pouted. Yet, being that you’d decided that work was more important than sleep, Ozpin figured that you had also probably not eaten a proper meal in the last few days, so he was determined to cook you something wholesome.

You opened your eyes slowly, to find the sun shining through the window. You took in the mahogany paneling, and green curtains and bedsheets. You realized that you were in what was quite probably the comfiest bed you had ever slept in, and that it smelled wonderfully like Ozpin and that…wait. Where were you? You’d never been here, and the last thing you remembered was grading papers, and then…oh. Ozpin. Waking you up. He must have- but, what, taken you back to his rooms? No. He’s kind, and you two are very close, but, certainly he would have just woken you and walked you to your car or something; not let you stay over at his place. That was when you smelled it. Y/f/b. “No way,” you smiled to yourself, “No way Ozpin is actually cooking. And since when does he remember what my favorite breakfast is?” You decided that this needed some investigating. If Ozpin had been faking not being able to cook, you were never going to let him live it down.

You slowly got out of bed and stretched, yawning slightly. That was the best night’s rest that you’d had in…well, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d slept so well. You walked lazily towards where the smell seemed to be coming from. You rounded the corner to the kitchen to see a reasonably stressed Ozpin attempting to cook y/f/b. You smiled. He looked absolutely adorable. His brows were knit together as he tried not to burn anything. He nearly jumped out of his skin when you spoke: “So… You can cook. Since when??” you smirked, and he met your eyes with a glint in his own.

“I wouldn’t exactly say that this qualifies as knowing how to cook,” he quickly looked down as something splattered.

You chuckled taking a few steps forward until you were standing next to him behind the counter, “Let me?”.

He nodded gratefully and stepped aside to let you take over. That was when you saw the clock, and that it read 10:10. “Oh my Gods, Oz we should both be at work!”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I marked you as sick and got someone to cover your classes, and I told Glinda that I would come in this afternoon.

“Mmm, and who exactly is covering my classes?”

“Erm,” Ozpin visibly cringed, “Qrow?”

“Oh no. Oh no. No way am I leaving him to cover my classes. Oz how could you? I’m going, right now.” You started to walk back towards the bedroom, where your things were.

“Oh no you’re not,” Ozpin’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back to him before you could get away. You tried your best not to blush as he held you against him. He locked eyes with you, “When I found you yesterday I couldn’t even wake you up you were so exhausted. Y/n, you need the day off, please just take it.”

You sighed and looked over at the food that was still cooking on the stove. You knew he was right, and, honestly, Qrow probably couldn’t do that much damage in a single day.

“Alright, but if Qrow messes up my classroom I’ll never forgive you for convincing me to leave it unattended.”

Ozpin, never actually wound up heading to his office, and you were far too pleased about it. Instead you two spent a very relaxing day together, which was really something that you both needed. There were a lot of movies, cards, and general shenanigans. Neither of you realized how late it had gotten until you got a text from one of your room-mates.

“Hey Y/n, just saw that you didn’t come home last night. (we all figured you might be having some fun) but you still aren’t back. You ok?”

You looked at the clock, it was nearly nine. You quickly responded that you’d just wound up staying at a friend’s house and that you were fine.

“Oz, it’s getting late, I should really head home.”

“Ah, I suppose it is. I…um… it was nice spending time with you, although I hope I never have to carry you back to my rooms because you’re so sleep deprived I can’t even wake you up ever again.”

“I’ll try not to let that happen, maybe I should just move into a room in the school just in case I ever need it,” you laughed lightly.

“You and I both know that I think that’s a good idea. In fact…” he pulled out his scroll, “I’ll sort that out right now.”

“Sounds good Oz. I’ll see you tomorrow,” You smiled at him as you both walked towards the door.

“See you then,” He smiled back as you stepped outside.

“Oh and Oz,” You turned back as he looked up, a little surprised.

“Yes?”

“Thanks for everything.”

“It was really a pleasure y/n. Now drive safe.”

“Will do,” and with that you turned and walked down the hallway.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it!

-ahsokaoswin

#ozpin x reader #ozpin #rwby #rwbyxreader #fluff #probably bad #bearwithme

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lordseochangbin · 5 years ago

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i’ll protect you

hitman!changbin au w babygirl series <3

word count: 4.2k

a/n: thank you for 1.4k !! i hope you guys enjoy this

warning: cringe superM reference,, remember all work is fiction :)

the light was still red and the timewatch in front of gave 10 seconds to cross. but that didn’t stop the car from coming at you with full speed. it felt almost blissful, like someone knocked the wind out of you, but it didn’t hurt. the way the driver cursed in court, saying he would end your life for all the charges you brought upon him and his family. the dark past, the stitches and bruises that painted your skin remained forever. this was something that would remain in your darkest dreams, an occurrence reminding you of the event that changed your life.

the man’s words remain imprinted in your head, “i’ll get you back for my money”

“Y/N YOU HAVE WORK IN AN HOUR WAKE UPPP”

you groaned as your friend pulled the comforter away from your legs, goosebumps covering your skin from the cold air.

“stop it!!” you laughed, trying to grab the sheets again

“y/n, you take forever to get ready! it’s best if you hop in the shower instead of being late again. unless you don’t want to here news about your ‘husband’”

“like i said, nora’s dad is not my husband. i dont even know who he is” you replied

your friend shot you a curious look, “don’t ask like you’re not secretly wishing he showed up for the parent-teacher conferences”

“im not!! nora just sees me as a mother-like figure” you said, having to reassurance yourself of the statement in the process

you winced at your friend, who threw a towel at you and pointed to the bathroom door with the shower already on. “right..now go while we make breakfast”

you smiled at the thought of breakfast before running to your friends and giving them a hug “thank you, and thank you! i shall shower” you winked before running to the steamy room.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

“i swear to god if that fucking teacher is late to your class again i will actually have a one-on-one talk with her” changbin cursed, getting on one knee to put a warm black-leather jacket on his daughter

“daddy! no curse words, we’ve been over this!!” nora exclaimed, throwing her dad a soft punch on the shoulder

changbin threw a hand on the spot, feigning hurt. “oh no! my princess got me!” he chuckled

nora sat down beside her father, “please don’t yell at my teacher, she’s my best friend. she could make a nice wife too...” she winked

changbin scoffed. a teacher? best friends with my daughter? changbin dismissed nora’s mention of a wife as he tucked the jacket, securing its warmth, and gave nora a peck on the forehead. “your only best friend is me, and i don’t plan on sharing.”

nora rolled her eyes as she stomped on changbin’s foot, “well get used to it!”

“ah! feisty!!”

“i only learn from the best!!!” she said before running down the hallway.

changbin laughed as he watched her run down the hall, knowing he wouldn’t hear enough of this mysterious teacher as her pink dress flowed under the black leather jacket. she looked like one of the boys, and she definitely acted like one of them. he took a deep breath, a wave of exhaustion running through him from last night’s business, before running after his little princess

“nora!!”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

the second changbin parked his car in front of the school, nora was already out the door. “love you dad!” she sent him a flying kiss before running up the stairs to the school’s entrance.

“love you too” he whispered to himself before driving off.

changbin’s life was no easier than yours, he constantly hustled at the car garage to make money. being an only father to a girl who had the attitude of a queen, he ensured nora was happy and was able to have all the experiences a child could live for. daily appointments at the shop meant he came home late, nora being dropped off by a school friend after school.

little did he know it was you behind nora’s happiness all along. always helping her out with homework and making sure she came home safe. by the time changbin was home nora was sound asleep, and by morning he would have already forgotten to ask how she got there.

when changbin pulled his jet black mercedes into the shop, a sensor scanned his perimeter before a secret door could open. he pulled into the lot inside before stepping out.

“a new appointment today changbin” bang chan said, throwing a gun for changbin to catch. this was the 3racha “car garage”, and if you’re wondering ‘who is 3racha?’, then maybe it’s better if you paid attention to the news. it was almost every week the words “3racha” met the headlines, they were one of the most popular hitman organizations. cb97, spearb, and j.one were their names.

“who is it this time?” changbin said, loading his gun and carelessly throwing it to the backseat.

“it’s a female in her 20s. client claims he stole her money, you think you can get on this one changbin?” jisung said, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him as he tried to find more details on the client’s request

“it’s always about money, huh?” changbin sighed

“isn’t that how we got here?” chan asked, throwing a wad of cash to changbin’s chest.

“now listen changbin, don't give me any of that ‘oh, she has a baby bullshit anymore’, okay? i dont understand why you’ve softened up lately with your requests, but don’t like our person go like last time- or i’m handing you off to the police”

jisung got up from his seat, “chan, jesus calm down”

chan turned around, grabbing changbin by the collar. “what do you mean calm down? you know what he did last time?! he almost got us caught!”

changbin grabbed chan’s wrist, easily shoving him to the side and taking a moment to relieve himself of the adrenaline and steaming blood that shot up his veins seconds ago.

“look chan, i’ll do it okay?” changbin dully said

“you don’t mind, right hyung?” jisung got up to help chan who remained on the floor.

“no, i dont mind.”

“‘just another day in the business’” changbin said under his breath

≿————-　❈　————-≾

you arrived at the school early, planning out your lesson and making yourself a cup of coffee as a reward for “always” being prepared. the bell rang, students rushing to the classroom filled with excitement. “Y/N!!!” nora said, running into your arms for a big hug.

“nora!! cute outfit, lovebug!” you complimented

the girl grabbed the ends of her dress, doing a little twirl for you before giggling in joy. “daddy picked it for me!”

you raised an eyebrow at the price tag, still hanging off the crook of her neck before grabbing a scissor

“looks like your ‘daddy’ forgot to cut the price tag as well”

god, what kind of father forgets to cut the price tag? sometimes you could only wonder what selfish hooligan took care of nora. she was well disciplined and had an amazing personality. you fell in love with the girl in an instant, hanging out with her on a daily basis and dropping her off at home. sometimes you’d wait until she walked inside, staying a few hours in the empty parking lot until you saw the all-to-familiar black mercedes arrive at 12 sharp. you never found yourself interested in the man inside

at pulled nora in for a hug, making a few jealous students join in as well. “we love you ms.y/n!”

“thank you” you giggled along as the whole class got together for a huddle.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

the last bell dismissed all the kids, nora joining the crowd basically dragging her outside to the spot where everyone waited for their parents.

you,on the other hand, decided to get into the habit of preparing for tomorrow’s class the day before- just to make it easy on yourself. this took a few minutes as you took out lesson plans and paperwork, humming to an superm song under your breath while your hands made weird gestures to the beat, sometimes you just couldn’t help the inner dancing queen inside you.

“god… what a cringey sight” changbin said, watching you through his binoculars.

changbin stood on the building next to the school, not even recognizing the area as his focus was on you. he scratched the crook of his neck as he contemplated on whether he could watch you any longer or just go for it right then and there inside of the school classroom because he couldn’t watch you ruining his favorite superm song any longer.

before you knew it, changbin was right next to the window, placing a hearing device on the wall to hear what you might’ve been saying inside. maybe she’s dancing to distract others -changbin thought to himself- maybe inside she’s discussing mafia plans, or discussing how to rob the nearest bank, or maybe she’s…

“I DON'T EVEN CARE, 여긴 우릴 태울 stage, LEFT TO THE RIGHT, WE GON MAKE IT-MAKE IT BANGGGG” (a/n: >superm-jopping< ty genius lyrics :D)

“aw fuck!” changbin cursed, throwing his headphones at the sound. his nose scrunched up at the screeching he heard earlier, mentally face-palming himself for even thinking you may have been someone suspicious, but no-you were just a very.. very horrible singer.

why were you even being targeted by a client? changbin thought back to his recent nights, where the girls were either associated with crimes or drug lords

but you seemed like a regular woman, just someone who was going about in their daily life. changbin picked up his equipment and walked away, the school just seemed like a terrible place to begin with.

“hey jisung, you want this done this week?” changbin asked into the phone

“no- i want this done tonight” chan replied in a stern tone

changbin rolled his eyes at chan’s sudden response, hanging up seconds later to avoid any further argument

≿————-　❈　————-≾

after your superm marathon, you grabbed your bag and locked the door. the school seemed dead silent, aside from an unfamiliar sound. you followed the small whimpers before finding yourself outside, where nora was hiding in the corner. “nora! baby, what are you doing here?” you said, taking her in for a hug

“i-i can’t find my daddy” she sobbed into your shoulder, her hand wiping her tears as tried to regain her breath

“aw..aw no love! you should’ve told me” you said, holding her hands in yours as you straightened out her puffy pink dress

“it’s okay, daddy said princesses like me don’t need others” she whispered in the midst of tears

you placed a finger under her chin, making contact with her as you tried to cheer her up “did your dad say this? then maybe you should know, princesses love milkshakes right?”

“milkshakes?! princess nora loves milkshakes!!” nora exclaimed in excitement, her grasp on your hand tightening as if to say ‘take me, i don't want to be lonely any longer’, and you listened, guiding her to your car.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

it was about five pm when you arrived at nora’s front porch, “and here we are princess nora” you said, putting the shift on park before getting out to open her door.

once you got to the passenger’s side you noticed nora didn’t remove her seatbelt, nor did she grab her bag. “nora… aren’t you gonna go inside”

nora silently turned her head to you, a pitiful was readable as she whispered “there’s no one inside”

“your dad isn’t inside..?”

nora shook her head no, and you thought about all the times you dropped her off at home and waited. “nora, has he even been home?”

“in the mornings” she shrugged

your body stiffened a little as you pitied the girl in front of you. sometimes nora’s responsible qualities amazed you, in fact, you could even argue that she was more responsible than you. it wasn’t right though, to leave her to an empty house like this. you shot her a quick smile, “then how about we stay at my house since your dad won't be home till midnight?”

“sounds good,” she said, giving you a thumbs-up with both hands. her eyes wrinkled when she laughed and you couldn’t tell if it was because she tried so hard to laugh each time or if it was because she was genuinely happy.

you hopped in the car before your phone could ring inside your call. “god, where is my phone” you said to yourself before nora could find it on the floor.

“here!” she said, handing you the device before you could answer

“what..both of you guys won't be home..?ahh okay, working late… okay okay i’ll leave dinner” you said throughout the conversation before hanging up

“looks like it’s just you and me nora” you said, backing up from the parking lot… not expecting the night to come.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

the clock read eleven pm, and by now nora was in your room sound asleep. you left the bedroom door closed to lock any noise, your feet propped on the coffee table in front of you as you settled on the couch. a book in your hands, the sound of nothing in your surroundings make you feel at peace.

it was only until you heard the noise of your doorknob jiggling. god, your roommate was probably struggling again-you thought. chuckling softly to prevent any noise you slouched on the couch, hiding your head to surprise her.

the door slowly opened, a creaky noise following it as you heard soft footsteps enter the room. you stayed in your place, wanted to quietly surprise her since nora was sleeping. you felt that footsteps stop however, a perfect chance for you to get up.

“boo!” you exclaimed with a smile on your face. your smile slowly faded as you stared at the man ahead of you, your eyes almost popping at the sight of the man with a facemask and a gun in his hand. in any other situation, if your life isn't at stake, you would’ve laughed as horror movies never spooked you and your vivid dreams held much worse. this, this was real. you jumped over the couch, standing in front of your bedroom door.

“who are you?! take anything, you can take anything fuck just take anything please, please!”

the man stepped closer, making your body shiver in fear as he placed a finger on your cheek. a finger slipped between your lips making your heartbeat increase. almost out of your chest. your fingers ached. your adrenaline pumped. your instinct had so many plans, grab the vase and knock him out. grab his wrist and twist it. kick him in the crouch. but you knew this wasn’t like the dreams, you were helpless. you gave into his touch and your legs gave up. falling onto your knees, your lips trembled at the sight dawned over you.

“why are you protecting this door? what’s inside?” the muffled voice questioned

“n-nothing… nothing” you stuttered as he placed the gun to your head

“what’s inside?” he repeated in a loud voice that made you want to surrender right then and there, but you knew that wasn’t right

you took a deep breath to regain any sense of stability before replying, “one of my students, shes of a young age please- please don’t harm her” you said, “ i’ll do anything you want! please, please don’t go inside”

“fuck it” the man cursed before opening the door behind you. you gasped in shock to see nora standing in the middle of the room, her hand covering her face from the gun pointing at her.

you got up in an instant, taking to step to grab the glass vase before nora could speak

“d-daddy?” she said, “what are you doing here?” her words came out in a frightened, as if she didn’t want to believe this man was her father

“nora?!” the man threw off his mask and ran to the girl, “are you okay? are you hurt?” the man turned around, pointing the gun directly at you before you could scream in shock

“what the hell are you doing with my daughter?!” he exclaimed

“daddy no please! she’s my friend!! she’s helping me!!!” nora said, hugging changbin’s right leg and jumping in an attempt to grab the weapon in his hand

“don’t shoot!! dont!!” changbin’s heart was pumping out of his chest, his own daughters words hitting him hard as he dropped his gun. his hand went straight to his forehead as he tried to figure out the situation in hand.

“daddy… why do you have a gun?” nora asked in shaky voice

changbin fell to this knees, pulling nora in for a hug. “i’m so sorry baby, i’m sorry you had to see daddy like that”

nora pushed him away however, running to you in a heartbeat. “don’t harm y/n! she’s my best friend! i wont leave her!”

changbin gulped at the sudden request, looking around in uncertainty. this all passed by you like a dream however, and you couldn’t get yourself to believe what was happening.

“nora, stop” you said, picking the girl up into your arms. “is this man really your father?” you asked her, as changbin stared at the floor

nora simply couldn't respond though, wrapped two hands around you and sobbing into your shoulder for the second time that day.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

“so you’re telling me.. someone wants to kill me?” you asked, a scoff leaving your lips- as if things could get worse

“uhh… essentially” jisung replied hesitantly. you stared at nora in your arms, eyelids shut but you could still see her eyes moving around in fright.

chan and changbin stood in the opposite sides of the room, chan’s face buried in his palms as he tried to hide his sudden anger at changbin. yes, changbin failed his mission again. yes, changbin’s weak spot was targeted again-yet unintentionally. but this wasn’t about the mission, this was his best friend here. he was conflicted between his daughter and his own job-and chan wanted to be the last person to get in the way.

“changbin, lets just give up this mission” chan said, looking over to the boy who simply stared at the ground

give up on the mission??- you thought. to be honest, you didn’t know what you were doing here, in a room with three hitman. any sane person would’ve ran, but you somehow registered that as long as nora was with you- they wouldn’t hurt you. holding her tightly to your chest, you listened to the discussion among the three men before realizing what they were talking about.

“hold on, hold on.. if someone paid for you guys to kill me and you guys say you just ‘cant’, then wont they just find someone else?” you asked, your heartbeat increasing at how lucky you were to have been with your murderer's daughter, and chances of it happening again being low.

“i… i mean, yes?” jisung said in an uncertain voice. chan and changbin looked at the youngest with a look as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing?’

“so.. you three are just gonna leave me to be murdered by someone else” you said in the most calmest voice you could possibly muster up. in fact, it was so calm that the three boys turned to you in surprise, watching the way you clutched onto nora with such comfort. changbin looked away but the other two couldn’t help but notice how much of a connection you had with nora.

“i won’t let it happen” chan said, looking at changbin.

you turned to chan in surprise of his sudden regard, “you… you won't?”

“changbin, she has obviously been taking good care of nora. if you know what’s best for her, then you’ll protect her. we’ll protect her”

changbin looked away from you this whole time, not wanting to see nora in the hands of another individual. in fact, it just reminded him of the terrible parent he was.

jisung nodded in agreement however, “yeah changbin, eventually you’re going to need some help with parenting and.. you like nora, right y/n?”

you sighed as they asked the obvious, your hands running through nora’s jet black locks. “of course i do”

changbin looked right at you when you responded, his eyes drilling into yours as he watched the way you hugged the girl in your hands. “then…” he started, “let’s find out who your client is. and end him”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

you arrived at the same home you found yourself dropping off nora every night. this time it was different though, you got to sleep inside. you carried nora in your hands as changbin guided you to the master bedroom and you placed the girl in the middle of the bed.

“is it fine if i sleep on the floor?” changbin asked, his hands anxiously rubbing his sides

“you’re asking me to sleep in the same room as the guy that tried to murder me less than a few hours ago?”

“look i’m sor-”

“the floor looks uncomfortable. i don’t mind if you sleep on the bed” you said, tugging the warm comforter and facing your back towards him. you felt the mattress carry extra weight as changbin joined, sitting on the other side of nora

he was quick to turn off the nightlight behind him, a groan escaping his lips as he adjusted to the minimal space in his own bed

“changbin?” you whispered

you heard a few ruffles from the bed before he could reply, “yes?”

“a-are you okay? you know.. with the whole thing earlier?”

changbin sighed before replying, sitting up on the bed as he grabbed nora’s hand. “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

you rested your head on your elbow, looking up at his dark figure before he could turn on the night light behind him. he looked straight ahead of him, his large fingers playing with the little girls hand before he could turn to you

“i don’t know.. i mean sometimes i have these awful dreams at night of just me.. screaming at nothing? i don’t know what it is but it just felt weird.. i felt like i could trust you in someway. it just didn’t feel as scary. i didn’t feel like i had to scream for help or something”

with the light on and your attention on him you finally got a look at changbin. the boy in the black tee, sleeves hugging his arms filled with tattoos printing his skin in colors of red and blue. black vans and ripped jeans that covered the pink socks underneath. these socks were probably picked out by nora, you thought. she loved the color pink.

changbin caught your eye as you stared at his figure before clearing his throat. “well, i definitely had to scream for help. the way you ruined jopping for me… i honestly cannot explain”

you choked on your breath, laughing as you remembered the way you sang to the top of your lungs. “you were there for that?!”

“it’s not even funny. you seriously ruined that song for me”

you slapped his shoulder with your free hand, “stop it, you know you want an encore”

“y/n open that pretty mouth of yours and i swear i will kick you out of this house”

“‘pretty mouth, huh?’”

changbin scoffed, looking the other way as his cheeks turned a shade of pink.

“well, anyways. i just want you to know that nora is really intelligent and fun to be around with. she seriously deserves the world”

“does she?” he asked, his other hand reaching out to grab yours and giving it a squeeze. “why don’t you help me give it to her?”

“what do you mean?”

“y/n, you seem stupid as hell but i seriously think we could get along. i don’t know what it is but i already like you” changbin confessed, making you smile as your fingers intertwined with his

“god, what am i gonna tell people when they ask me if i’d die for you” you laughed, throwing your head back as you realized how dumb you were. you closed your eyes, settling into the comforter in ease, you dreams vanishing away with the comfort of two others

≿————-　❈　————-≾

it was usual for you to wake up in the middle of your sleep, so when you found yourself sipping coffee in the middle of changbin’s living room it was no surprise. but what did surprise you was the buff arms that wrapped around your waist.

“hey, y/n” changbin’s raspy voice whispered into your ear, “what are you doing in the middle of the night?”

“just thinking” you replied, warming your hands with the cup of coffee as changbin laid his chin on your shoulder

“...about?”

“about this.. who is this guy? i’m scared changbin, i’m scared to go to work, i don’t know who this guy could be” your lips formed a somewhat whimper sound making changbin worry as he now stood in front of you.

“y/n, look” he said, grabbing your shoulders. “i don’t know who this guy is either, but i’m sure he doesn’t have the ability to hear your talent for singing, so you wont have to worry”

you rolled your eyes at his unexpected comment before he could continue, “and i just want you to know that i’m here for you,okay? i’m gonna protect you. not just for nora, i love you y/n” changbin said, placing a kiss on your forehead. his grip on your shoulders softened as he slowly placed a kiss on your cheek, and next on your lips.

you pecked his lips one last time before lying your head on his shoulder, “i love you too”

“i love you three!!” nora exclaimed, running over and joining the hug party. “i told you she’d make a nice wife” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at changbin

“just wait till you hear a voice nora, sounds of an angel” he remarked with a smirk, earning a stomp on his toes from you

“ouch!! feisty!” changbin replied

“i only learn from the best!” nora giggled.

#ok i finished it whew #im honestly soft for anything changbin does hmm #changbin w a babygirl is so soft i want him to hold a baby PLEASE #changbin #straykidschangbin #seochangbin #changbin x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids changbin #seo changbin fluff #changbin fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff

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choupichoups · 6 years ago

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Press F (Instagram/College AU) Ch.12

Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking. Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.

It's already long past noon, but he still wouldn't have woken up if it weren't for the constant stream of notifications coming from his phone. Yann's called about seven times and Manon twice. He's glad those two have kept his supposed disappearance to themselves though— he's really not up to dealing with more than that right now.

He turns over to lay on his back, wincing as he accidentally hits his hand against the desk by Eliott's bed. Taking stock of the injuries he’s managed to procure is only the natural step after— his wrists are sore, the slightest of twitches causing an uncomfortable burn under his skin, the back of his head is tender for a reason he only vaguely remembers, and his back is a bit achey from his fall in the bathroom.

None of those are too much to handle. The main problem is that they make trying to forget about last night absolutely impossible.

True to his thoughts, Lucas already feels the beginnings of regret flooding up his chest, which has him bringing the blanket over his head with a quiet groan. It’d be a lie to claim that he recalls every clear detail of what went down but he's pieced together enough from last night's stellar shitshow to have him attempting his very best to cringe out of his own bones.

There's no way in hell that he'd be able to face Eliott again.

Maybe that's for the best. It's only a matter of time before Raphael would get to Lucas again and he doesn't want Eliott deeper involved in that mess.

Forcing his way out of the covers, he shivers as his bare feet touch the ground. The sweatpants Eliott's helped him into are big enough to go past his feet but he's not about to drag them across the dirty floors— he has to give these back at some point, preferably as clean as possible. He's keeping the jumper, though. Eliott doesn't seem to have any intention of returning the hoodie he'd taken from Lucas a month ago so it's only a fair trade.

Following the sound of clacking dishes takes him to the kitchen where Eliott stands by the stove, staring forlornly down at his phone rather than the charred omelette on the pan. He trashes his half baked plans of sneaking out unseen for the sake of saving Eliott from a potential fire hazard.

"Might wanna shut that off first," he says, startling Eliott out of his reverie. Champ turns the corner at the sound of his voice, tail wagging as she waddles over for some afternoon cuddles.

"You're up," Eliott says quite unnecessarily but he does turn the dial down for the stove, though it's a little too late to save the omelette. They stand opposite each other, the span of an entire living room between them as the unpleasant smell of burnt food wafts about. "Sorry, I tried to make breakfast— well, lunch now before..."

"That's fine, you don't have to, I was just leaving."

"What?"

Lucas grabs the bag with Champ's belongings off the ground— he'd been too out of it to protest the sleeping arrangements before but he's now lucid enough to worry about overstaying their welcome. He notices that her food and water bowls are set up near where Eliott stands; he must've fed her while Lucas had been asleep.

With a resigned sigh, he walks over to the kitchen to hopefully grab them off the ground and leave the apartment as swiftly as possible.

But Eliott decides right then that it’s time to be difficult, snatching one of the bowls into his grip before Lucas has a chance to reach for it. "What do you mean you're leaving?"

Lucas pauses, baffled that Eliott's legitimately taking Champ's food bowl hostage. "I mean exactly that."

"No," Eliott protests with a firm shake of the head.

Lucas wordlessly holds out a hand, tilting his head to the side, unimpressed, as he purses his lips in obvious contempt. Eliott's eyes are wide, looking like he's desperately grasping for a reason to keep Lucas inside. On a normal day, Lucas would appreciate the effort, find it endearing even, but as it is he knows exactly what's going on here and he wants precisely none of it.

"I have to get ready for work."

Eliott drops the food bowl in the sink with an echoing clang. "Fuck Lucas, you're not going to work, are you kidding me?” Gone is the deer in headlights expression— Eliott’s eyes are narrowed, irritation apparent in the way his mouth hangs open, hands spread out in a gesture of pure disbelief.

“Well you can't stop me,” Lucas says blandly, marching over to grab the bowl from the sink behind Eliott before turning around to make his leave.

He’s only taken two steps away from the sink when Eliott's arm shoots out, slamming against the wall by Lucas' head to block his way out. Lucas doesn't flinch despite the almost deafening sound it causes, every cell in his body seemingly incapable of feeling anything but trust for the boy beside him.

Eliott, however, jumps out of his own skin, removing his hand from the wall so quickly you'd think it's in flames.

"Fuck, sorry." When their eyes lock together, stunned blues of varying emotion, Eliott looks terrified of Lucas' reaction, his hands hovering awkwardly in the space between them as of holding back from touching Lucas. "I didn't mean to do that."

And what the fuck is up with that? Lucas feels the surge of ire thrumming in his blood, indignant in the way he always gets whenever his capability to take care of his own shit, of himself, is being challenged. Not that Eliott is blatantly insinuating that Lucas can’t handle the aftermath of last night on his own but Lucas doesn’t want anyone’s pity, doesn’t want hesitant glances and whispered touches. The last thing he needs is for Eliott to treat him like fragile glass. He’s okay, he’ll be fine, he can deal with it.

He's about to lash out, tell Eliott exactly what he thinks about all of this, but Eliott honest to god looks like he's a hair’s width off from bursting into tears at the next sound of Lucas’ voice, venomous words or not. So Lucas clamps his mouth shut, drops the bag in his hand, and stomps back into the bedroom all the while causing as much noise as possible. To finish off his impromptu tantrum, he throws himself onto the bed with unnecessary force, face shoved into the pillows and back facing the door.

Immediately after his body hits the mattress, he wants to turn around and apologize for acting out but Lucas clenches his eyes shut against the urge, scrabbling for the illusion of keeping everything under control.

It's not long before he hears Eliott shuffling in after him, quicker until he feels the bed dip close to where he's laid down.

"Sorry," Eliott repeats and Lucas can practically feel the stress radiating out of him.

"Stop saying that," he muffles into the sheets, inexplicably wanting to cry now. God, he hates the rapid cycle of emotions he goes through after a scene like last night. The humiliation leading to anger, the helplessness leading to tears.

"But I am."

"You didn't do anything."

Eliott keeps silent. There's some rustling behind him but Lucas doesn't look over to see what all the noise is about. "Exactly."

It takes a moment for Lucas to remember what Eliott's responding to. "What?"

"I didn't do anything. I didn't text you, I didn't look for you, I didn—”

"Hey, what?" Lucas finally ends his futile mission to become one with the pillows and lifts his head off of them. "I said I'd give you time, you don't have to apologize for that."

"I had the time I wanted," Eliott confesses, swallowing. "But I wasn't..." He clutches at his shirt with one hand, frantically searches under the pillows with the other. "I was scared. I was scared that I took too long, that you don't care anymore—”

Lucas opens his mouth to interrupt but Eliott shakes his head.

"And I know, I know that's not the case but my shit brain just does something and I can't..." He shrugs, hands folded around a small, black notebook he pulls out from somewhere inside the crumpled sheets. Lucas belatedly realizes that it's being pushed towards him. He sits up then, flipping through the pages at Eliott's silent prompting.

The first page greets him with a raccoon holding a phone, with the messages reading 'Meet at the bridge, 13h? I miss you so much' on the screen.

"Is this…" Lucas trails off, eyes flickering between Eliott and back down to the notebook.

"Everyday, I woke up and thought of how I'd approach you." Eliott smiles a little, and it’s like the hope of day on a long winter’s night, the sun peeking out of the storm clouds the both of them have been wading through. Lucas wishes he has the capacity to return it. "But a minute would pass, an hour maybe, sometimes I won't make it out of bed, sometimes I will but I'd take one step to where I knew you would be or I'll start typing up a message for you and, well, I don't do it."

Lucas continues looking through the pages, each one a different scenario but each one ending the same— with a raccoon and a hedgehog smiling together. His heart clenches for every single strike of ink on paper but he comforts himself with the thought that somewhere out there, other versions of themselves had this. Somewhere out there is a Lucas and an Eliott who had the courage to reach past their uncertainties and fight for the other like how Lucas had intended, but failed quite spectacularly to.

He pauses at a drawing of the hedgehog playing the piano with the raccoon peeking out from behind the curtain— it’s dated for Friday. Lucas remembers Idris had given him a triangle on Thursday (to which Lucas hadn’t managed to pry a straight answer out of why Idris had it in the first place), asking if he can return it to the orchestra’s backroom since Lucas’ Friday classes are closer to the building than his.

Eliott’s quiet beside him, so still as he watches Lucas go through his most private thoughts and Lucas gradually loses the itch under his skin, the urgent need to leave and cope with his overwhelming feelings all alone.

What if. What if Eliott had gone through with his plan and intercepted Lucas at the theatre? Then Lucas wouldn’t have picked up that call from work. He would never have accepted to cover that shift on Friday. Raphael wouldn’t have found him at the cafe. Maybe Lucas wouldn’t have had to see him ever—

It’s okay, he tells himself, breathing shallowly through his mouth. There’s something lodged in between his ribs, close to where his heart is beating a stampede of sound from the sheer terror the memory brings up. You’re okay.

“Last night,” he says, voice so soft he knows Eliott can barely catch his words. But he hopes it’s enough, because he doesn’t think he’s capable of speaking any louder. “That was Raphael—” He clears his throat, working past the scratchy lump that forms. “Before Raph—” His eyes shut tight, forcing his thoughts to align into some semblance of sense.

Eliott’s hand on the sheets between them twitches quite obviously but it makes no further movement towards Lucas.

Lucas takes in a deep breath, shaking his head. He’s going to start over. “During my first year in high school, my parents separated.” It’s a relief to finally wrangle a proper sentence out of his ragged mind. “Dad didn’t want anything to do with me or mama anymore but all the built up stress from it got mama really bad.” He runs a finger over Friday’s drawing one more time before carefully closing the notebook, unconsciously clutching it to his chest. “She was at her worst then and I didn’t really know how to make it better.”

Eliott’s hands are now fisted in the sheets. Lucas knows he’s holding back from diminishing the tentative space between them and Lucas isn’t quite sure whether he hates or appreciates the effort.

“Dad decided to send her off to a clinic but that meant I’d have to live with him and I hated him so I… ran off to drink all my problems away.” There’s an aborted noise of protest from beside him and Lucas doesn’t need to look over to know what expression Eliott must be wearing right now. “I know it was a fucking dumbass move but I wasn’t thinking right.” He shrugs, leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes as he recalls that night— the one night in his life that he’d gladly remove from existence should he have the power to do so. “I ended up in a gay bar, didn’t know what it was at the time but they let me in without ID so.”

“What the fuck,” Eliott exclaims with feeling. And yeah, Lucas gets it. If he looks extremely young now, Eliott’s mind is probably running ahead of himself at the thought of sixteen year old Lucas being allowed anywhere near any bars alone. That bouncer’s kind of messed up now that he thinks back on it.

“Yeah, so there wasn’t much trouble getting free drinks out of there. Raphael was the only one who didn’t buy my bullshit.” His eyes remain closed, hoping to stop the telltale signs of tears beginning to gather behind his lids. “He found me an hour in and stuck with me the rest of the night, fending off everyone else and making me drink water. Fuck.” He swallows, tilting his head up towards the ceiling. He’s losing the battle against those stubborn tears. “So my drunk ass poured out my entire life story to him and he offered a spare room in his apartment. My knight in shining armour,” he finishes off bitterly.

When Lucas turns to look at him, Eliott’s moved closer, as if pulled inevitably close by an invisible force as strong as gravity itself. Eliott’s jaws are clenched and his attention is focused intensely on Lucas.

“And— and we weren’t a thing, for a while,” he resumes when Eliott doesn’t say anything. “Because there was Anthony.” Another one in his stupidly massive list of horrible choices. “Met him after convincing Raphael to take me to one of his college parties.” He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at his younger self’s utter idiocy. “He was my first, didn’t last long though. Fucked me and left.” Eliott flinches at that and Lucas sees him fidgeting with his shirt from his peripheral. “He said we weren’t together, that it’s what grownups call a hook up. It hurt, I felt like shit, you know? But Raphael was there.”

And fuck fuck fuck, why is it getting more difficult to speak now? He’d been doing so well.

“Raphael was my fucking friend, I trusted him so much.” His voice now thick with unshed tears, Lucas turns his head in the opposite direction of Eliott so that he doesn’t catch any of his reactions until the end. “He took care of me, supported me through coming out, was always there when I needed him— Yann? Yann knew him. They met each other and… and…” He takes in a calming breath. “And when he kissed me I thought things are finally working out for me. It was so good at the start.”

And that’s where it hurts the most— the fact that Raphael had given him both the familial and romantic love he craves, only to pull the proverbial rug right out from under him with a flourish of the reality Lucas has been so avid to escape. It’s cruel, really. Lucas, to this day, doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve it.

“But it went to shit pretty fast. He’d get angry at everything that didn’t go his way. He didn’t like me hanging out with the guys too much. He was convinced Arthur had some sort of plan to steal me away.” Lucas shakes his head slowly, seeing the signs so clearly now that he’s voicing them out loud. He still remembers the giant ensuing argument he and Yann have had over his prolonged absences, which only drove Lucas further away from them, defensive as he’d been at the time. “Every time I’d fight back, he’d threaten to leave. And I couldn’t have that, there was nowhere else I could go. He was… he was the only one I had.”

There’s a soft tugging on the sleeves of his borrowed jumper and Lucas turns into the movement, allowing Eliott to pry the notebook away from Lucas’ death grip before he’s pulled in for the most delicate of embraces. Silent tears spill out the moment he’s surrounded by Eliott’s arms and he buries his face into Eliott’s shirt, words half muffled into the fabric as he continues, “I was so scared. I was scared to be with him, I was scared to not be with him. I did anything he wanted, I gave him everything. It was the only way to get him to stay.”

Eliott lifts him off the bed a little, drags him impossibly closer— and then closer still, until Lucas is sprawled on his lap, arms settled gingerly over Eliott’s shoulders as his legs slowly curl into a more comfortable tangle against Eliott’s thighs. The abruptness of it all has Lucas gasping but he’s glad Eliott’s no longer handling him like a breakable China doll.

“Shit, sorry!”

Or maybe he’s spoken too fast.

Eliott backs off, floundering as his hands travel from low on Lucas’ waist and then up to the sides of his face. It ends with Eliott shaking his hands completely off of him, leaving them suspended in the air as if anything else would be an act of crime.

Lucas unlocks his arms from around Eliott’s neck, reaches up to intertwine their fingers together, and brings Eliott’s hands firmly over either side of his face. “I’m not scared of you.” He hopes Eliott understands that he means it in more ways than one.

“No?” Eliott asks, finally relaxing into their close proximity.

“No.” With a pathetic sniff, he pulls his sweater sleeves over his knuckles and wipes roughly at his face, tired of crying already. But Eliott stops him, taking it upon himself to tenderly brush the tear tracks away from Lucas’ cheeks.

They settle into a brief silence, with Eliott leaning forward until their foreheads touch, and Lucas slumps into him, clutching at the arms resting over his neck.

“I meant it last night,” Eliott says, dragging soft hands down to Lucas’ chin, which he tilts up in hopes of having their eyes meet. Lucas stubbornly keeps his gaze down. “He’s never getting you back.”

It’s hopeless. There’s something about Raphael that Lucas is programmed to follow. No matter which direction he runs, every path seems to lead back to him. “He’s gonna get to me, he always does.”

Eliott shakes his head. “You’ve left once before, you can do it again.”

“That’s the thing, Eliott.” Lucas tries to squirm out of their embrace but Eliott doesn’t let him, arms around his shoulders keeping him in place. “He had to go abroad for his last year in uni and there was no legal way for him to force me into going with him. I didn’t exactly leave, I just waited for an easy way out.” Eliott’s arms are immovable despite Lucas’ best efforts so he stays put with a resigned sigh. “Now he’s back and he’ll pull the same shit on me all over again.”

“No,” Eliott says firmly. “It’s not the same. This time, I’m right here.”

Lucas’ eyes slide upward, wavering as a fresh batch of tears threaten to fall. “You can’t fix it. You can’t fix me.”

“No, just like you can’t fix me,” Eliott whispers, tugging Lucas’ chin back up when he starts looking down again. “But there was this beautiful boy who came to tell me off a while ago.” His nose brushes softly against Lucas’ and the latter closes his eyes, revelling in the gentle gesture. “He said he’s willing to fight for me, can you believe the audacity?”

Lucas feels his own lips dipping into the beginnings of a smile. “He sounds stupid.”

“Brave, actually. He’s so brave.” Eliott runs a hand through Lucas’ hair, cupping the back of his head as he does so. “You know who’s stupid?”

Lucas lifts his head with a final touch to the tip of Eliott’s nose. “Who?”

“Me. For taking so long to decide that I’m never letting this boy go. I’ll do everything to fight for him too. We can’t magically fix each other, but we can damn well help each other through the shitty downs, yeah?”

The hint of a smile playing at his lips becomes full grown, and Lucas is starting to feel more at ease, more like his usual self, as Eliott nuzzles sweetly into the crook of his neck. “Do I know this boy?”

“You might.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, kinda looks like you, actually. Just as hot.”

“Stop that,” Lucas laughs, letting himself fall backwards onto the bed. Eliott catches him at first, holds him halfway off the surface as he sits there leaning over with his face buried in Lucas’ hair.

“Fuck, it’s good to see you smile. I missed it so much. I missed you so much,” Eliott mutters into Lucas’ temple before letting their bodies fall all the way into the sheets.

“I missed you too,” Lucas says, pulling Eliott close by the neck. “Please don’t leave me again.”

Eliott takes in a deep breath. “I won’t.” He presses a kiss to Lucas’ exposed collarbone, the loose material of the jumper riding off one shoulder. “I won’t.”

“I wanted to bash his head in,” Eliott says into the silence. Lucas doesn’t know how long they’ve been lying on the bed, entangled, doing nothing else other than basking in each other’s presence. “I would have, if I didn’t feel you pressed up right behind me.”

Lucas tightens his arms around Eliott’s shoulders, one hand travelling up to bury itself into the unruly mess of hair resting against his chest. “Don’t do that, he’s an apprentice lawyer, he’d probably find a way to put you into jail.”

“Fuck.” Eliott sounds genuinely upset and when Lucas pulls his face up to confirm, Eliott, indeed, looks like he’s absolutely seething— as if the thought of being unable to commit violence against Raphael is so unbearable.

“It’s over,” Lucas says, running a soothing finger down Eliott’s jaw. “Don’t think about it anymore.”

“How? How do you just move on from that?” Eliott’s on a roll now and Lucas nudges them both on their sides, cuddling into Eliott’s open arms in the hopes of alleviating some of his fury. Eliott wraps around him tightly but continues on, “I was so scared when you— I didn’t know what was happening, Lucas. I don’t ever want you to go through that again.” The last part is said in a whisper, like an afterthought Eliott hadn’t meant to reveal.

Lucas thinks about it, pressing closer into the body beside him until the top of his head bumps gently against the underside of Eliott’s chin.

When Raphael gets too rough, when his words strike too deep, when the pain feels too much, Lucas likes to imagine himself as another Lucas from a different universe. Maybe a smarter, more carefree version who studies in Berkeley. That Lucas’ biggest problem is keeping his grades up for his scholarship while keeping himself down for the best campus parties at the same time. He’d get so deep in his head that it takes him out of the moment, a delusion of refuge that brings the most temporary of comforts. That’s probably what his brain had tried to do last night but Lucas hasn’t done it in so long that his higher functions failed to connect the dots.

“Lucas number 4567.”

“Hm?” Eliott’s hands stutter in their rhythmic circling over Lucas’ back.

“Everytime I have to make a choice, there are infinite other versions of me who choose the paths I didn’t take, so between all of us, every possible outcome can happen.” Shrugging is a little bit of a challenge from his current position, but he gives a valiant effort either way. “When my choices take me to hell, I picture another me, at the same time in a different universe, who made the better decision.” He fiddles with the neck of Eliott’s shirt, tracing the loose threads forming little knots at the seam. “It feels better that way, knowing that somewhere out there, a Lucas has gotten it right.”

“What’s Lucas 4567 up to, then?” Eliott humours him, resuming the shapeless figures he traces over Lucas’ shoulder blades.

“He doesn’t go to a bar that night, he sticks around in his house and sulks.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, then he takes Manon’s offer to give him her room and he stays there at the apartment with her idiot roommates.”

“Damn, I should make a movie out of that.”

Lucas chuckles, “What’s it gonna be about? An hour of him laying in bed watching Netflix?”

“No,” Eliott snorts, shaking Lucas in reprimand. “Eliott 4567 transfers to his high school and sweeps him off his feet.”

“I don’t think Lucas 4567 is the sweepable type.”

“Shut up, Eliott 4567 will try his best.”

“And then?” Lucas clenches his jaw against an incoming yawn, warm and cozy as he is in the circle of Eliott’s arms.

“And then Eliott 4567 saves him from the villain. Except the plot twist is that Lucas 4567 himself is the villian— the lies and thoughts he’s forced himself to believe anyway.”

“That’s deep.” Fluttering eyes finally give in to the weight of exhaustion, and Lucas lets loose the yawn he’s been holding back. “What next?”

“They fall in love.” Eliott brushes Lucas’ hair back, leaning in to give his boy a tender kiss on the forehead. “And Lucas 4567 saves Eliott 4567 right back.”

#skam france #elu fic #elu insta au #fictag #we slowly inching our way back #to light hearted territory #i know i said this chapter is gonna be long but uhhh #i decided to cut it here #because the rest of the scenes work better separated #anyway im gonna sleep #prepare for possible drastic phrase changes when #i edit this not at 2am

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cherry ~ vampire!au (part 3)

~ pairing: human!BTS x vampire!OC

~ genre: vampire!au, smut, angst, sprinkles of fluff

~ summary: life with the seven boys proves to be more complicated than you thought, and you struggle to combat your selfish desires along with their advances.

~ warnings for this chapter: profanity, blood, subby Jimin, fellatio, dirty talk, mentions of BDSM

~ a/n: i’m not super happy with this chapter, but i really hope you like it. please tell me what you think, i would love to see how i could improve :)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (coming soon)

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You’d decided that it’d be best to take a break from Jimin. It wouldn’t be difficult, considering that there were six other perfectly good men to choose from, but it was clear early on that Jimin wasn’t about to make things easy for you.

You weren’t sure if it was on purpose, but he had started wearing more revealing clothes, ones that accented his collarbones and showed off his muscular arms. The elegant dips of his neck and chest were always fully on display for you.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew something was bothering you. Ever since you ran out of his room, leaving him sitting there looking like a kicked puppy, his mind had been plagued with dark thoughts of doubt and self-deprecation. These thoughts only multiplied when you continued to ignore him.

You’d gone three whole weeks without feeding on him, which was unusual since your sweet tooth made Jimin one of your most popular choices. Out of the seven of them, you fed on Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook the most.

Jimin immediately assumed that he was the problem. He must’ve done something wrong, must’ve upset you somehow. Was it his blood? Did it not taste good anymore?

The thought of his blood disgusting you made Jimin’s stomach lurch.

He tried confronting you, but every time he asked you simply brushed it off, claiming that you just “weren’t hungry anymore.”

He knew that was bullshit. Your pupils had been so dilated that your eyes were almost black. You’d looked like a panther ready to pounce.

You felt bad for ignoring him, especially because it was Jimin. He was the most needy for praise out of all of them. That was one of the reasons why you had a soft spot for him.

After feeding, you would always shower him with pets and compliments, telling him how good he tasted, how sweet he was. Jimin’s face would turn that pretty mochi pink, his head ducking away shyly like a turtle in its shell.

You loved the way you could make him crumble. Jimin’s flirtatious nature made him come across as confident, maybe even cocky, but once you praised him, he would melt into a gooey mess of blushing and giggling.

So, naturally, ignoring him was one of the worst things you could ever do. But it had to be done...right?

“Charlie?” A soft, tinkling voice made you look up from the cutting board.

Jimin stood on the other side of the kitchen counter, looking casual and slightly sleepy in a grey cap and sweater. He was barefaced, letting you see the faint spots and freckles on his glowing skin, his eyes free of any makeup.

You wanted to squish his cheeks and tell him to skip class that day to stay here and cuddle with you instead.

“What?” You forced your voice to come out harsh, slicing through the air and creating an immediate, palpable tension. Yoongi, who was sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee, looked between the two of you like he was about to witness a cat fight.

“I was just wondering if you were free later this afternoon?” He sounded so hopeful, speaking in a low tone as if he was afraid you’d snap at him.

It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you and the boys to hang out one-on-one. You would often go out for coffee, peruse around a bookshop, or sometimes they would tag along while you ran errands. Nevertheless, the question made you snap your head up to stare at him.

“What?” You said sharply.

Jimin visibly gulped.

“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go to that new cafe during your lunch break. I know you wanted to check it out.” He said.

You were endearingly surprised that he remembered. Looking back down at your cutting board and continuing to chop spinach, you pretended to sound disinterested.

“I’m probably going to end up skipping lunch today. It’s been really busy at work lately. Maybe next time.” You mentally cringed at how blunt you sounded.

Jimin’s shoulders sagged.

God, I am being such a bitch.

“Okay…” He said sadly, turning to leave you alone.

Yoongi eyed you up and down as you started to arrange the spinach and eggs on a plate.

“Did Jimin do something to you?” He asked.

You glanced at him very briefly.

“No, why would you think that?”

“Because he’s sulking and you’re avoiding him.”

“I’m not avoiding him! I’ve just been busy, that’s all.” You pushed the plate towards him and crossed your arms.

“Can you eat the whole thing for me?” You said, gaze softening with the question.

Yoongi raised an annoyed eyebrow.

“First of all, I hate spinach. Second of all, would you stop pestering me, please.”

“I’m sorry! It’s just...you’re so skinny.” You said as you squeezed one of his bony arms.

You felt like an old witch preparing a child for the boiling pot, fattening them up with sweets and sugary words. Here, little boy. Eat up so you can become nice and tender. Would you like to be served with butter or gravy?

You were just worried about his health! Every time you fed on him there was always the concern that he might faint in the middle of it.

“Trust me, Charlie, I eat plenty.” Yoongi insisted.

“Yeah, but how much of that is pure garbage?” You said.

He didn’t have an answer for that.

“Why are you so hell-bent on this?” He whined.

“Because I don’t want to have to worry about you collapsing every time I suck you!”

He quirked an eyebrow.

That came out wrong.

“Every time I suck your blood.” You corrected.

The sound of the clock chime broke you out of your thoughts, which may or may not have turned inappropriate at the mention of sucking. You sighed in relief, glad to have an excuse out of this conversation.

“Gotta go.” You grabbed your bag and hurried to the door.

“Finish that!” You called back over your shoulder, pointing at his breakfast.

“I’ll think about it!”

~~~

You weren’t really busy at work. That was a lie. Actually, you kept the place running rather smoothly. You were good at your job, you had to be as the person in charge. As editor in chief of GENIUS magazine, you held the highest position in the editorial department.

Today was a particularly slow day. Your afternoon meeting had been canceled, which opened up the bulk of your schedule. You were absentmindedly wondering what you’d have for lunch when your phone buzzed.

12:54 — Hobi: hey :)

An instant smile crossed your face.

12:55 — You: hi sunshine

The three tiny dots appeared and disappeared several times. You smirked, picturing him blushing at your nickname and fumbling for the right words to say.

12:57 — Hobi: you free for lunch?

12:58 — You: you just read my mind. Where do you wanna go?

12:58 — Hobi: that new cafe that you were talking about?

Wow. How do they all remember these things about you?

12:59 — You: sounds good. Meet you there in fifteen minutes.

You killed time by scanning over some of the articles for the next issue. After glancing at the clock, you gathered up your coat and bag, walking through the glass doors of your office.

“I’m going out to lunch with a colleague. I’ll be back in an hour to talk with the associate publisher.” You announced as you passed Melody’s desk.

“Okay, boss.” She replied.

“You know, you don’t have to call me boss.” You said with a crooked grin.

“I know. I just do it to tease you.”

The corner of your mouth quirked as your eyes ran over her. She was wearing a cute little pencil skirt that accentuated her petite frame. Not that she was super skinny, her build was medium, but she was a tiny person. She had short legs and was barely five feet tall.

Melody was very sweet and gentle, always right by your side, ready to do anything in her power to help you. She had an innocence about her that was almost childlike.

You were very fond of her.

The walk to the cafe was short. It was only five minutes away, that was why you’d been so eager to check it out. Hoseok was already there waiting for you when you arrived. He was sitting at a table by the window, wearing an oversized sweatshirt with his black face mask pulled down to his chin.

At the sound of your heels, he looked up from his phone. His face broke out into that beaming heart-shaped smile, making your lips immediately curl up in return.

“Hi, Noona.” He said cheerfully.

“Hey, Hobi. How's your day going?”

“Good! Even better now that I get to have lunch with my favorite vampire.”

“I'm pretty sure I'm the only vampire you know.”

“Mmm irrelevant.”

The waiter came, and Hobi ordered a sandwich while you ordered a coffee and a slice of strawberry cake.

“Skipping right to dessert, I see.” He said as you picked up your fork, licking your lips.

“Of course. My main course is still eating his lunch.”

A blush flowered on the plump apples of his cheeks. Yet, he still managed to flash you a sly grin.

“I guess I better hurry up then. Wouldn't want to keep my favorite vampire waiting when she so clearly needs me.”

Hobi smirked.

Something about the way he said it, the way he claimed that you “so clearly needed him,” made something in your stomach jump. He was suggesting that you needed something from him? Cocky little bastard.

Hoseok was...interesting. He was a little bundle of energy, that was true, a total ball of sunshine, but he challenged you in a way that none of the other boys did. He wasn’t afraid to poke and prod and push your buttons. It was almost like he was trying to see how much he could get away with, how much authority he could get you to give up.

You saw the way he treated the other boys, too. He was one of the older ones, so he had a natural air of dominance, especially over the maknae line. It wasn’t uncommon to see him ordering them around, jokingly manhandling or threatening them to get them to submit to his little games.

He was definitely different, you thought as you sipped your coffee, leaving behind a stamp of red lipstick on the rim.

“Nom nom nom.” You said around a mouthful of food, closing your eyes in bliss.

Hoseok chuckled, making you divert your attention away from your plate.

“What?” You asked with your cheeks stuffed.

“I can’t get over how you put off a badass vibe when you’re actually goofy and adorable as fuck.” He said in amusement.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse you, I am a badass.” Your voice was sarcastic as you puffed your cheeks out even further, trying to give yourself a cute appearance.

Hobi laughed.

“You’re still a badass, of course. You’re just adorable as fuck while being one.”

Despite your efforts to suppress it, you blushed. When was the last time a boy made me blush?

Looking satisfied by your reaction, Hobi returned his attention to his food.

You bristled, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically small in his presence.

“Wipe that smirk off your face.” You said in a voice that would’ve made Jimin and Jungkook shiver and comply immediately, but only made Hobi smile wider.

“Oh, did I strike a nerve?” He teased you.

You pursed your lips together, trying to fight another rush of heat to your cheeks.

“Your face is heating up. Was it something I said?” Hobi quirked an eyebrow.

Leaning back in your chair, you exhaled as you stared him down.

“You better watch yourself, boy. Do I have to remind you who’s in charge?” You tilted your head to the side in mock confusion.

“Boy?” He said, challenging the title you’d just given him.

“I am hundreds of years older than you.”

“I don’t believe that, you don’t have the personality of a century-old great great great grandmother.” He said with a playful smile.

“Of course I don’t. We adapt to the times. It’s how we stay hidden. Don’t you think it’d be a dead giveaway if I still spoke like a character in a fucking Shakespeare play?”

He scoffed.

“Please, you weren’t alive at the same time as Shakespeare.”

“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.” You said as you nonchalantly sipped your coffee.

“How old are you anyway?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You gasped, putting your hand over your heart in exaggerated shock.

“Villain! I am sick when I do look on thee. Don’t you know to never ask a lady her age?”

Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Thou crusty batch of nature! The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes!”

“Alright, you’re being dramatic.”

“Zounds! You rogue! You rascal!”

“Now you’re just quoting Othello.”

“Away you three inch fool! More of your conversation would infect my brain.”

Hobi sighed deeply, giving up.

“Finish your cake.” He said.

You smiled in victory, popping a strawberry in your mouth.

~~~

You slid another square of chocolate past your lips as your eyes scanned over the outline board. This was your second bar; it sat there on your desk with the gold wrapper peeled back, curling around the edges. You just couldn’t seem to satisfy your craving for something sweet.

Sighing, you picked up your phone to try to distract yourself.

2:42 — You: hey yoongles.

2:44 — Yoongi: afternoon, charles.

2:45 — You: whatcha doin?

2:47 — Yoongi: editing. You? Working hard, I presume.

2:48 — You: ugh. Trying to. This one copy editor is pissing me off.

2:49 — Yoongi: describe them, exactly.

2:50 — You: bitch. Grade A bitch. You’d hate her.

2:51 — Nice. I love hating people.

You chuckled to yourself. Yoongi always managed to make you feel at ease.

2:53 — You: I made you lunch and left it in the fridge. Did you eat it?

2:55 — Yoongi: it had spinach in it.

2:56 — You: Yoongi!

2:57 — Yoongi: yessss?

2:58 — You: EAT LUNCH.

2:59 — Yoongi: I DID.

3:01 — You: CRACKERS AND ALCOHOL DOESN’T COUNT.

The three dots appeared and disappeared.

3:05 — Yoongi: I don’t like spinach.

3:07 — You: you don’t like anything.

3:08 — Yoongi: I like sleep and you.

A big goofy smile crossed your face. Coming from him, it meant a lot. He even put you in the same category as sleep, which he valued almost more than air.

With a newfound fuzzy feeling in your tummy, you set your phone down and tried to get back to work.

Pacing back and forth in front of the editorial board, tapping a pen on your chin, your analytical mind churned and ticked like a whirring machine on full power.

A soft knock came at your office door.

“Yes?” You called.

Melody shyly stuck her head in.

“Darling, I’m in the middle of being fantastic, can it wait until later?” You said.

“A package came for you.” She said, blushing a bit at your nickname.

You averted your eyes back to the board, waving your hand dismissively.

“Just leave it on my desk.”

You didn’t see as Melody responded with a curt nod, disappearing back into the hall to return a few moments later with her arms full.

Instead of cardboard on wood, you heard the crinkling of wax paper. Puzzled, you turned your head. Instead of a box, a big, beautiful bouquet of bright red tulips sat on the tabletop.

You looked at Melody with confused eyes, but she only smiled knowingly and ducked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Approaching the vibrant bundle, you picked up the card tucked between two of the buds.

Have a nice day, Charlie. Hopefully I was able to make it a bit better.

— Jimin

You read it over three times. Staring unbelievably at the vibrance of the flowers, you stroked the petals, plush and soft against your fingertip. This must be what his lips feel like.

You immediately shook the thought from your head.

He is such a sweetheart! He went through all this trouble for me? And here I’ve been ignoring him for the past three weeks.

A surge of vicious guilt stabbed you in the gut. You cursed at yourself for believing that distancing yourself and turning into a frigid bitch would solve anything. The only thing it did was hurt Jimin and leave you hungry.

Suddenly rigid with determination, you hurried to gather your things.

“Should I block off the rest of your day, then?” Melody asked as you stormed out of your office, your face masked with the purposeful expression she knew so well.

“Yes, please.” You said as you adjusted your jacket. “I’ve gotta get some shit done.”

“Okay, I’ve penciled you in for one day of excess drinking and general ass kick-ery.”

You smiled at her.

“What would I do without you?”

~~~

The front door slammed. A dozen different shopping bags hung from your arms, most of them filled with groceries.

Jungkook was sitting on the couch, controller in his hand, eyes glued to the TV. When he heard you come in, he looked up and smiled, showing his adorable front teeth.

“Hey Charlie.” He greeted.

“Hey bunny.” You set the load on the kitchen counter.

“What's for dinner?” He asked, popping up from his seat to inspect the contents of the bags.

“Beef and veggie stir fry.”

It was Jimin's favorite.

“Jimin's not here, right?” You asked.

You wanted it to be a surprise. After being so mean, you were determined to make it up to him. You’d planned something special, and after he’d had his dinner, you would have yours.

Just the thought of it made you lick your lips.

“No, he's got a class tonight.”

You nodded, excitement bubbling as you set to work chopping vegetables.

Just as you were finishing up, you heard the front door. Jimin came into the apartment, hair damp with sweat, workout clothes rumpled. He dropped his dance bag by the door and inhaled deeply.

“Stir fry?” He called out after identifying the scent.

“Hi Chim!” You said cheerfully as he stepped into the kitchen.

He blinked. You'd barely even acknowledged him in the past few weeks, let alone called him by his nickname, and he was a bit taken aback.

“H-Hi Charlie.” He said as his cheeks flushed. You flashed him a pearly smile, outlined in freshly-applied red lipstick.

“Hungry?” You were in the dining room now, setting the table.

“Ye-Yeah, just let me shower first.”

Once he was gone, you grinned to yourself.

Perfect. You’d snuck up to his bedroom right before he got home and placed one of the shopping bags (a Chanel bag, to be precise) on his bed.

You were just about to set the last bowl on the table after tidying up when you heard footsteps pattering down the stairs.

Jimin was fresh out of the shower, fluffy hair hanging in front of his eyes. He was wearing a soft white sweater; the symbol on his right lapel was two overlapping, back-to-back red C’s. Even with the designer piece of clothing, Jimin’s smile was by far the prettiest thing he was wearing.

You remembered every word of the note you’d written him, you could picture it nestled in the folds of the tissue paper.

Jimin, I’m sorry for being so cold to you lately. It wasn’t your fault. Thank you for the flowers. You always make my day better.

— Charlie ♡

Heart fluttering at the memory, you busied yourself with distributing the silverware. After everyone was seated around the table, you started to pass around the rice.

“So, Charlie, tell us about the eighteenth century.” Hoseok said with a teasing look in your direction.

“Is this your attempt at making dinner-appropriate conversation?” You replied, swirling your tongue over a cherry-flavored lollipop.

Jimin was watching your every move with hawk-like intensity. You were perfectly aware of how he gulped and clenched his jaw every time your lips wrapped around the red orb, and you were deriving a great amount of pleasure from it.

“What were you doing in the eighteenth century?” Namjoon asked, genuinely curious.

“Hell if I know. I spent half of that century in an opium den. And the other half saying “what the fuck is happening?” When you've been alive for as long as I have, the years start to jumble together. Like, one time back in 1904...or was it 1914, wait what year is it now?”

Everyone rolled their eyes and gave up on trying to get any coherent information out of you.

Once everyone was finished eating, everyone but you, obviously, the table was cleared. You were about to load all the plates into the sink when Jin stopped you.

“Don't worry, we got it.” He said with a wide smile.

You glanced into the kitchen to see Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi starting on the dishes.

“Are you sure? I can do them if you—”

“Come on, Charlie. You cook almost every meal. Let us do this for you.” Jin said, putting a warm hand on your shoulder.

The small gesture sent your whole body tingling with heat.

You and Jin got along very well. He was tidy, something you appreciated, and you both valued hard work and organization. You would think that the two of you would get along partly because he was the oldest, but Jin was one of the most childish out of the group, along with Taehyung.

Not to mention he was devastatingly handsome. It was very distracting.

“Alright, thank you.” You said, proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady.

He nodded, flashing another radiant smile, and patted you on the back.

You turned towards the living room, eyes searching for one specific person.

“Jimin.” You called, causing the boy to snap his head up to look at you.

“Yes?”

You beckoned him towards you with one finger, and led him to the screen doors that opened out to the balcony. He eagerly followed behind you as the two of you stepped outside, night air sweeping past your faces. The light filtering through the windows plus the twinkling stars illuminated the wide space. You walked past the fire pit up to the patio table against the railing.

The building towered over the city, overlooking the skyline, glittering against the sea of lights. The view only added to the value of your top-floor apartment.

“Did you like your gift?” You asked.

He nodded vigorously, smiling so big his eyes turned into two thin crescents.

“Thank you.” He said.

“Don't thank me yet, there's more.”

Coming up behind him, you placed one hand over his face.

“Close your eyes.” You whispered, your mouth right by his ear, close enough to kiss.

You felt his lashes flutter against your palm as he obeyed, smiling to yourself as you felt a shiver run through his body.

Jimin felt the cool touch of metal against his skin. Once you'd permitted him to open his eyes, he saw that you had fastened a silver YSL necklace around his neck.

His mouth fell open. First Chanel, now Saint Laurent?

“Like it?” You asked.

“Y-You really didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to, Chim. It’ll make up for the way I’ve been acting lately.”

His gaze was locked on you as you stepped closer. You and Jimin were the same height, so your eyes were perfectly level. Even so, your commanding energy often made you seem and feel taller, especially if you were wearing heels.

“Now that you’ve had your dinner,” You began, reaching up to stroke the smooth slope of his neck.

“Can I have mine?”

You were expecting Jimin to blush, to shrink under your piercing stare, but to your surprise, his mouth twisted in a smirk, looking at you through hooded lids. Instead of those big brown puppy eyes you were so used to, he regarded you with a sultry, sexy expression.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you to ask me that question.” He said, his voice low and resonant.

You smiled.

“Come here.” You said.

Jimin obeyed. Taking his hand, you pulled him over to one of the patio chairs and pushed him down. You climbed into his lap, straddling him.

“You have no idea how hard it was to stay away from you.” You muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear, staring at the bulging veins in his neck.

“Then why did you?” Jimin asked. You could hear the slight hurt in his voice, making your throat contract with guilt. Your gaze lowered, avoiding his eyes, as you swallowed hard.

“I...I didn’t want you to think this was turning into something it isn’t.”

He stared at you, then looked down with disappointment clouding in his eyes.

You gently held his chin, tilting his head up to look at you. Fingers tracing the line of his jaw, you ran your thumb over his plump bottom lip. His mouth felt just as you predicted, soft as rose petals. You sat there playing with his lips, rubbing, brushing, feather-light, tugging them between your fingers.

There was that blush you were looking for. Jimin’s gaze was focused solely on your face, looking at you like you were the only other thing in the universe.

“If this isn’t what I think it is,” He said. “Then why are you doing that?”

With your breath quickening, you abandoned his mouth to slide your hand down his neck.

“Because I’m selfish.” You muttered.

“No you’re not. You’re the most giving person I know.” He replied immediately.

You just smiled weakly, shaking your head.

“If I was smart, I wouldn’t be doing this.”

But you didn’t stop. You ran your hands over his shoulders, pulling the sweater aside to reveal more skin.

Jimin paused, studying you.

“Who says you always have to be smart about everything?” He said.

That made you look up.

“When was the last time you did something because you wanted to?”

He was looking at you hopefully again, the puppy eyes were back. Jimin had such a sweet face, you wanted to smother it in kisses until he was completely covered with your lipstick.

After a moment of consideration, you made up your mind.

You leaned forward in your position on his lap, hands drifting down to glide over his back. You dragged your long red nails up and down, making him shudder.

“If I did, what would you want me to do to you?” You asked.

Jimin’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“I would want you to kiss me.”

You quirked an eyebrow.

“Is that all?”

“Anything more is up to you.”

He was right. Jimin wasn’t going to push you. You were the one who cut him off, if things were to go further it had to be your decision.

Your hands grazed down his spine, arms sinking low to cradle his body closer. Anticipation gripped Jimin’s limbs as he hung onto your every move. Slowly, teasingly, you angled your body over his, and moved to close the gap between your mouths.

He could still taste the lingering sweetness of the lollipop on your tongue.

All the tension corded in his muscles seemed to release as you melted into him, like sugar dissolving in water. He finally moved, as if he’d been waiting for permission, and kissed you back eagerly, gripping your waist and digging your hips into his.

The kiss was sweet, gentle, and hot all at the same time.

The pressure you exerted on him was light, barely enough to keep your lips connected. You wanted to tease him a bit, see how much it took to get him desperate.

Jimin chased your lips with his own, seeking friction, seeking you, but you denied him. Drawing back, you disconnected your mouths with a loud, wet sound that was more melodious in your ears than music.

You ran your tongue along his bottom lip.

Immediately, obediently, he opened up, granting you access. But you just continued to tease.

You traced the outline of his big, beautiful lips, sucking on the upper, taking the lower between your teeth and tugging until eventually letting go and allowing it to snap back into place.

Jimin sat there, motionless except for his heaving chest, eyes closed, with his mouth hanging open as you explored its every nook and cranny. The dip of his cupids bow, the sensitive corners, every swell and seam.

“You taste like fucking candy.” You sighed, brushing the lightest of touches along his jaw, then his cheek, then coming back to his mouth to seal it with a kiss, firmer this time.

This kiss was a mess of heat and desperation, all wet and sloppy.

Jimin’s hands slid up to creep under your shirt, drawing you closer by the small of your back. He was gasping now, fighting for breath while still refusing to break away from you. He moaned against your mouth when you rolled your hips on his growing bulge.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging on it like you knew he liked, drawing out more strangled noises of pleasure.

At the sound of a particularly wanton moan, you pulled back, making him whimper at the loss of contact.

“Don’t stop.” He whined, eyes still closed as he leaned forward, trying to find you.

You placed a hand on his chest to keep him at bay. He finally looked at you, a confused expression on his flushed face.

“Are you sure you want this?” You asked. “Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

The last thing you wanted to do was to scare him. It was no secret that vampires were natural predators, and that ravenous energy often translated into more...intimate aspects of their life. In all your years, you’d only met a few vampires that took on the role of submissive, and you didn’t consider yourself to be one of them. Of course, you liked to be dominated occasionally, but it took a very special person to be able to handle that position.

Jimin was gazing up at you with those wide, docile eyes. He licked his lips.

“I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”

You smiled.

The panther and the prey. The lion and the lamb.

Something inside you snapped. Snaking your hand between his legs, you palmed him through his jeans.

Jimin tensed, screwing his eyes shut as his head fell back.

“You’re already this hard just from a kiss? Dirty boy…” You teased, rubbing him with more friction.

Jimin bit his lip to try to keep in any noise.

“Is this all for me, hm? You get this worked up just for me?” Your voice was high and lilting.

Jimin could only manage a nod.

You chuckled to yourself, grabbing a handful of him and squeezing lightly.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” You whispered, looking down at your hand as you continued to play with him.

“T-Touch me,” Jimin breathed out. “Skin to skin.”

You made quick work of his zipper, sliding the waistband down low enough to reveal most of his underwear.

“Can I take these off? I want to see those gorgeous thighs.”

Jimin nodded.

You slid off his lap, dragging his pants down with you until they pooled at his ankles. Settling on your knees, you leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his clothed dick. You ran your hands over his muscular, god-like thighs, and his skin immediately broke out in goosebumps.

“You want my mouth?” You asked.

He nodded frantically.

“Speak up, sweetheart. I want to hear you loud and clear.”

“Yes! Yes, I want your mouth. Please...please, Charlie.” He whimpered. Oh God, just the sound of his desperate voice was making you wet.

You hooked two fingers in the elastic of his underwear and yanked them all the way down. They joined his pants on the floor. Grabbing each knee, you spread his legs wide.

Jimin wasn’t super long, but he was thick, and you licked your lips as you wrapped your hand around his cock.

He let out a hiss of relief.

“I like you begging.” You said, pumping him up and down. “Do it again.”

Jimin sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, jaw clenched. He was panting like a dog on a hot day.

“P-Please...please, Charlie. I’ve waited so long…”

“Have you now?” You purred.

“Ever since we first moved in.”

He was being far more submissive than you expected. Jimin was a tease, you’d known that for a long time, you were expecting a little more brattiness. Maybe he was holding back, giving you what you wanted. He was a sucker for praise, after all.

“You’re being so good for me.” You said, fondling his balls.

The small, shy smile that crossed his face made your heart flutter.

“Are you getting off knowing that anybody could walk by right now? That anybody could see you like this, all spread out and helpless.” You teased his slit to emphasize your point.

A choked groan caught in Jimin’s throat as he threw his head back.

“You’re such a needy boy. It must’ve been torture for you. Sorry I made you wait so long.” You said in an overly sweet voice, jerking him off at a faster pace.

Scooting closer, you leaned forward to lick a slow strip up the underside of his shaft.

Jimin let out a long, breathy “ooohhh.”

You wrapped your lips around his tip and started to suck him like one of your lollipops.

He was squirming now, clenching his fists at his sides, trying to control himself, trying to keep quiet. You were right when you said that anybody could walk by and see you.

Jimin moaned pathetically through pursed lips.

You released him with a pop, only to wet your lips and dive back down, taking his entire length. You bobbed up and down a few times, and then you heard something.

There was movement at the sliding door.

Moving faster than Jimin’s eyes could follow, you yanked his pants back up and shot to your feet.

Jimin blinked, disoriented, as Taehyung opened the sliding door and stuck his head outside.

“Charlie, Jin has challenged you to a game of Mario Kart.” He said.

“I'm a little busy, Tae.” You said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Taehyung just sighed.

“Great, now I owe Jin ten bucks.” He said.

“What?” You replied, interest peaked.

“Well, Jin bet me that you would chicken out, so now I have to—”

“Where is the cocky bastard?” You snapped suddenly, stomping towards the door.

“He's on crack. The headass can't even beat Rainbow Road.” You mumbled.

Taehyung smirked in victory as you slipped past him, even Jimin was laughing at the situation.

Taehyung moved to follow you, but the obvious bulge in Jimin's pants did not go unnoticed by him.

~~~

You came to regret fooling around with Jimin after your head was clear. It must’ve been the guilt of ignoring him, or maybe the fact that you hadn’t been fucked in a while, whatever it was, it wasn’t right.

This realization only filled you with even more guilt. It wasn’t fair to Jimin, your inability to control yourself was only giving him false hope. You needed to come to a decision and stick to it. Either vow to be responsible and only treat him as a friend, or go with your gut and follow your desires.

Of course, you couldn’t make yourself come to a decision right away, so you decided to spend some time alone.

You were lounging in one of the oversized armchairs in your bedroom, fresh out the shower, sipping coffee, when your highly-tuned ears heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. Still in your bathrobe, towel wrapped around your head, you hurried down the stairs.

“I’ll get it, I’ll get it, I’ll get it.” You chanted as you ran towards the front door.

When you re-entered the apartment, your arms were full of pizza boxes. You set them down on the kitchen counter, all of them except one, and then skipped back up the stairs. Now that the boys’ dinner was taken care of, you had the rest of the evening to yourself.

You shed your robe, snuggled into your top-quality silk sheets, and opened your favorite show on your laptop.

You had to order a whole different pizza for yourself because the boys hated your favorite flavor: pesto and white sauce with spinach and mushrooms. Eh, guess you couldn’t blame them.

“Nom nom nom.” You mumbled to yourself as you ate practically half a slice in one bite.

The next few hours were pure bliss, just you, food, a glass of wine, and some mindless TV. You hadn’t done this in a while, since before the boys moved in.

Back when you lived alone, you didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in on you lying naked in bed (you liked the way the expensive silk felt on your bare skin), but now you had to make sure everyone was sufficiently occupied before you tried to go around without any clothes.

You were just about to top off your third glass when a knock came at your door.

“Hang on,” You called, slipping back into your robe.

Taehyung stood there holding a loaded laundry basket. He flashed you a boxy smile.

“Special delivery.” He said.

You chuckled, opening the door wider for him to come in.

“Just set it in the closet.”

He was slightly taken aback. You were very private about your bedroom, and none of the boys had ever seen the inside of it.

You ran a hand through your still-damp hair, turning towards the bed to wipe off the crumbs.

Seeing that you were serious, Taehyung hesitantly took a few steps inside, looking around in awe.

Since it was the master bedroom, it was twice the size of any of the guest rooms. A beautiful king size bed was pushed up against the center of the wall, the frame decorated with swirling gold designs and a mountain of pillows. One wall was entirely dedicated to a large set of shelves, stuffed full of books, leather-bound journals, and what looked like hundreds of vinyl records, all frayed and worn at the edges.

There was a desk crowded with papers and magazines and dirty coffee cups, a heart-shaped ashtray sitting on top of the clutter.

But the thing that immediately stole his attention was the wall unobstructed by any furniture.

It's entire surface was covered in photographs, not a speck of white was visible. Old Polaroids, faded prints, pictures that looked like they were taken decades ago, torn and yellowed with age.

Some of them had you in it, but they were mostly of other people, family members and friends and their children and grandchildren, they were all displayed proudly on your wall.

He saw pictures of weddings and funerals, reunions and holidays. There were a few recurring figures in the photographs, alternating between younger and older versions of the same face, but you always looked the same. No matter how far back the pictures went, you always looked the same.

Taehyung snapped out of it, tearing his gaze away from the hoard of memorabilia to take care of the laundry.

While your back was turned, you didn’t see Taehyung approach the closed door next to the desk, thinking it was the closet. You heard the wood creak, then the sound of the laundry basket hitting the floor.

Turning in confusion, you were about to ask what the matter was, but a gasp of pure horror instantly replaced whatever words you were planning to say.

The door Taehyung had opened wasn’t the closet. Yes, there were shelves and drawers and hooks, but they weren’t for storing clothes.

Taehyung stood there with his eyes blown wide, jaw dropped. He stared at the contents of the small room in pure shock.

Hanging on various hooks on the inside of the door were bundles of different colored rope, varying in texture and material. Underneath that was a rack of nothing but cuffs, leather, metal, fur-lined. There was a large set of drawers, transparent so you could see everything inside, that contained a wide assortment of vibrators, plugs, beads, rings, dildos, and every other toy you could think of. Hanging on the wall behind that was whips, paddles, leashes.

Taehyung could hardly believe his eyes.

Gags, blindfolds, harnesses. Everything he had ever fantasized about was right here.

“I-I...it’s not-I mean, y-you weren’t…” You could barely stutter out the words. You were mortified.

None of them were ever supposed to see that. None of them were ever supposed to know about all your kinky tendencies.

It felt like a nightmare come to life. This would ruin everything. Now every time he looked at you he would remember the mini sex dungeon you had in your bedroom.

Your face felt white hot. The silence rang in your ears. Every muscle in your body was stiff as a board as you waited for Taehyung’s reaction.

His face was unreadable as he reached out to touch one of the collars, the tag hanging from the leather strap detailed with the word Pet in pretty cursive letters.

“Have you used any of these on Jimin?” He asked suddenly.

Your eyes widened.

“I-what?” You watched with anticipation as he ran his fingertip along one of the leashes, a peculiar look in his eyes.

“I saw you with Jimin the other night. Have you used any of this on him yet?” His voice was surprisingly clear and calm.

Your eyes darted back and forth along the floor, desperately trying to string together a coherent sentence.

“We haven’t...we never…” You sighed. “No, I haven’t used anything on him. No one knows about this but you.”

You didn’t know, but Taehyung felt a swell of pride at that. He was pleased that he was the only one who knew about this side of you.

His eyes raked over your form, still in your bathrobe, making you fidget.

“Does it bother you?” He asked. “That I know this about you?”

“Well...it doesn’t exactly make things easier.”

He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, something he knew drove you crazy.

“What do you mean?” He knew exactly what you meant.

“How am I supposed to act normally around you now?” You replied.

He was staring you down with those dangerous eyes of his.

“I don’t want things to be normal between us.” He said.

Shit. There it is.

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Taehyung. No more games.” You commanded as you crossed your arms.

You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

“Seeing you and Jimin together…” He began. “Made me think about all the feelings I’ve been having towards you, and it made me realize something.”

You shifted your weight to one hip, urging him to continue.

“I want you too.” He said.

Your heart jumped in your chest.

“I don’t care if you’re fooling around with Jimin, just as long as I can have you too.”

A heavy silence stretched between you, the only sound being the pound of Taehyung’s rushing blood in your ears.

You had to come to a decision now. Either reject him and establish your relationship as strictly platonic, or give in to the desires you’d been entertaining ever since you laid eyes on him.

It didn’t take long for one side of the argument to prevail.

Taking a few slow steps towards him, you let your hands fall back at your sides, your eyes slinking seductively.

You couldn’t wait to see how that collar would look on him.

“Well then, I guess I just added one more toy to my collection.”

~~~

a/n: thank you so much for reading! please tell me what you think and what i can improve on! next chapter will be focused on taehyung, hoseok, and jimin ;)

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k-popmakesmyday · 5 years ago

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Hi! Can I make a request? It's a fem reader x Johnny. The fem reader are very innocent girl and whatever she does always make Johnny laugh and lover her even more. In the end she asked for a first kiss but she's too shy to ask. And if u don't mind, can u make the story is a bit longer and full of fluff? Thank u! Take ur time! 💕💕

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[Monday, 1:02 pm]

“so.. that’s how it happened?” Your best friend, Ten asked you as he sipped his coffee while you told him the events of two days ago

“It was magical Tennie, he asked me to be his girl/boyfriend in front of the fountain and it was like time stopped”

You sighed as you mindlessly played with the spoon that danced around your mug of hot chocolate, Ten laughing slightly at your wonderous antics

“I didn’t think Johnny to be the sentimental and sappy type,” you pouted before Ten shot you a cheeky smile “but I’m happy for you, baby”

Before you could reply to the smirking boy your phone buzzed with a notification

New text from Johnny💝: I’ve been thinking of you.. would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?

You typed back a quick yes before blushing profusely and giggling out what just happened to the black-haired boy who sat across from you.

[Tuesday, 12:05 pm]

You checked your outfit in a stores window as you passed by practically bouncing along to see your favourite boy, you couldn’t stop thinking about his text since you had recieved it, so you were essentially buzzing.

Smoothing down your clothes before you stepped into the park that Johnny told you to meet him at, you felt your breath hitch upon the sight of him and the surroundings.

The chestnut-haired boy sat on a red-and-white checkered blanket payed over some grass by the lake. The blanket littered with various dishes and cutlery that your heart melted at the sight of. Johnny himself was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans but still wore a jacket despite it being the end of summer, still he was the epitome of perfection.

He met your surprised glance and gave you his signature warm smile before making his way over to you, he enveloped you in a warm hug engulfing your smaller figure with his tall one. You sighed contently as you rested your head on his chest.

“Hey you,” you could hear him smile in his voice “I hope you’re hungry”

You nodded feverishly before pulling away and looking at the beautiful spread that lay out before you

“You did all this?” You blinked in utter awe at the boys effort

“Of course,” he replied “you deserve the best and now that I can call you mine, that’s what I’ll give you”

You blushed an embarrassing shade of red before settling down on the soft blanket, your knees tucked under your body to the side. Letting your gaze wander to the nearby lake and how it glistened in the afternoon sun, you watched the many couples and families ride on various swan boats, not noticing that Johnny had sat down beside you and was carefully unpacking all that he had brought.

When you looked back your eyes widened in surprise, seemingly endless plates of triangular-shaped sandwiches with the crust cut off (just how you liked them) lay before you with various meats, spreads and veggies filling them. There was freshly baked scones with cheese and fruit and little cupcakes with pastel frosting of all colours.

“Wow,” you gasped “did you make all these by yourself?”

The boy giggled sheepishly before replying

“Well I had Kun send over some recipes but mostly, yeah. Do you like it?”

“Like it?” You scoffed “I love it, thank you”

“Well, Bon appetit, madam/sir”

And that you did, you devoured the various treats, each one tasting better than the last with every flavour blending perfectly together. Perfect, just like the boy who made them.

On the other hand, Johnny simply sat back and watched you enjoy his culinary creations with a childish delight sporting your features. He sweared he fell in love with you more with each bite you took as endless ‘thank you’s and ‘this is so good!’ Spilling from your lips every few seconds.

[Wednesday, 9:28 pm]

“And then, he took me on a swan boat ride across the lake all through the park. Although a duck flew in the boat once and he was so scared we almost capsized!” You giggled upon remembering the endeavour

“I would’ve payed to see that” Ten chuckled from beside you as the both you layed on your couch upside down in strange positions.

It was a tradition with your one and only best friend to meet up and have a movie night every Wednesday since Ten was off work and you didn’t have any class that day. Pizza was ordered, shows were binged and tea was spilled, a lot of tea.

“Is it bad that I already miss him Tennie?” Your best friend rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his pepperoni pizza, purposely avoiding the slices with bell pepper with a disgusted glance (look I know it’s fruit he hates but I refuse to put pineapple on pizza I’m sorry it’s just w r o n g and I can’t handle it)

“Y/n, you know I love you, but if you keep pining over my best friend I will throw up on you”

You pouted up at the dark-haired boy before shifting your gaze to the rom-com playing on the tv while taking a sip of your drink

“-plus I invited him over for movie night because I knew you wouldn’t do it”

Your eyes widen before spitting your drink all over your bewildered best friends face, the liquid burning your throat and your nose.

“WHAT!?”

Ten glared at you before wiping his face with nearby napkins, originally for your greasy pizza hands, before continuing;

“I invited him over because I knew you’d never have the guts”

“He’s my boyfriend, Tennie, of course I would’ve invited him.. but movie night is always just me and you”

Ten rolled his eyes playfully before shrugging

“Kun hyung invited me out for drinks so I think I’ll live”

“Why didn’t you tell me~~” you shook your best friends shoulders lazily before you heard a melodic knock at your door, and you froze

“That’s my queue to leave, babe” Ten grinned at you before kissing your cheek and heading to the door and giving Johnny a quick hug before leaving.

You silently padded over to your boyfriend as he wrapped you in a warm embrace, you instantly relaxed

“Hi” you squeaked, in such a child-like tone Johnny swore his knees almost gave way

The brown-haired boy chucked before answering you “hey, you”

[Thursday, 7:04 am]

You awoke to the smell of toast being cooked in your apartment before a smile spread across your face. Due to the lack of wanting to leave your boyfriends warmth last night, you whined at him until he agreed to sleepover.

“Good morning” you mumbled while taking a seat on the kitchen counter as your beloved boyfriend buttered two pieces of toast.

“Morning, sunshine,” your boyfriend smiled upon taking in your dishevelled appearance, his love struck grin grows wider when he remembers how you fell asleep so peacefully in his arms last night causing him to ever so carefully carried you to bed while he slept on your couch (not before sneaking a small kiss to your forehead but you didn’t hear it from me) as your relationship was still new. “I know it’s not fancy pancakes or anything, but I thought you’d appreciate your apartment not burning to a crisp”

Your heart flutters st the thought of your caring boyfriend even considering making breakfast for you, and you shook your head.

“No, it’s perfect. Besides this is fancy toast,” you smirked as Johnny raised an eyebrow at you

“Really? How so?”

“They were made by the Johnny Seo, this is the finest piece of toast in all the land” you dramatically gestured with your hands before Johnny swept you off of the counter, twirling you around your kitchen, causing you to giggle like a five year old.

“Only the best for the prince/princess of the land”

After breakfast you gathered all of your things for class before practically running out the door

“Y/n, wait!”

You whipped your head around, what could possibly be so important that it risked you being late for your lesson

“Yeah?”

“You forgot your keys, silly” the giggling boy said before you grabbed your keys that were dangling off of his index finger

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver!”

“You’re welcome. Have a good day, angel”

“You too! Love you!” You said before rushing out the door.

It took a few minutes to register what you had just said. You just told Johnny that you loved him. Was it too early for that? You had only been official for a week! You cringed as you shoved the thought to the back of your mind.

[Friday, 10:29 am]

You shifted your weight from either foot as you awkwardly rubbed your elbow with your other hand. Staring down your boyfriends dorm door-bell with rage ad you tried to force yourself to announce your presence. You mentally counted down from three before squeezing your eyes shut and pressing the doorbell and hearing the echo from inside the dorm.

Your breath hitches and your panic level rose as you heard what seemed to be a stampede towards the door, followed by a lot of bickering and shushing.

The boy who opened the door was ineffeably beautiful, ‘it must run in the group’ you thought as the light haired boy stuck his hand out for you to shake, you glanced over the boys shoulder to see 7 seven pairs of eyes peering right back at you in wonder

You timidly shook the boys hand as he smiled brightly at you

“You must be Y/n, right? We’ve heard a lot about you from Johnny-”

“Yeah, a lot” a sarcastic voice erupted from near the back of the sea of boys, he was shorter than the others and had sun-kissed tan skin

Taeyong sighed, “you’ll have to excuse them, they’re idiots.” he shot the boy a glare before looking back at you “Come in, won’t you? Johnny will be home soon, he’s out running some errands”

You smiled slightly at Taeyong before stepping into the dorm as you took in your surroundings. The entire place reeked of boy, the floor littered with clothes and the coffee table scattered with unfinished drinks and dishes.

“I’m so sorry,” Taeyong muttered as he rushed around the living room, picking up various bits of trash and throwing them away “I thought I told someone to clean up as we had a guest coming over” he seethed through gritted teeth

“Oh, it’s okay” you giggled “it’s not like I’m used to a bit of mess”

Over the next twenty minutes, you learned the names of the other boys and you fell in love with their friendship as a group. Even if Haechan, the boy who made the previous remark, drove them insane. You helped them clean up the dorm despite Taeyongs protest by the experience found to be quite enjoyable in the end.

When Johnny returned home from his errands, he smiled at the sight of you laughing along with his members. If he was being honest, he was slightly nervous for you to meet them due to the fear of you not liking their rowdiness. He stood in the door waiting for you to notice him for about two minutes before he became too impatient and maybe even a tad jealous.

You yelped at the feeling of arms wrapping around your waist from behind, relaxing instantly when you saw your boyfriends smug expression

“Guys~ stop stealing my girl/boyfriend, they’re mine”

The boys ‘ooh’d and hollered at you and Johnny rolled his eyes at them and carried you off to his room

“I’m sorry you had to go through that” he rolled his eyes playfully at you

“It’s okay! They’re actually really nice.. and not scary at all”

“Scary?” Johnny cocked an eyebrow at you

“I was kind of nervous to meet them to be honest” you giggled sheepishly

Gazing at Johnnys endless brown orbs as they sparkled when he talked about his members, your eyes carefully studied his features until they landed on his perfectly plump lips. You watched in amazement as he formed each syllable flawlessly, all you could think about was kissing him.

“Johnny?” You whispered, your voice barely audible

The boy stopped his rambling and gave you a soft glance

“Yes, y/n?”

“Could you- um- c-could you-”

You struggled to force out your request as your eyes flickered from the boys confused gaze and his lips, until a knowing expression washed over his features.

“A kiss, baby? Is that what you want, hm?”

You shakily nodded as the boy cupped your cheek and leaned in, pressing his pillow-like lips to yours for a few seconds before pulling away and smirking.

“How was that?”

“Hm.. one more time to make sure”

Your lips met once again like two puzzle pieces that were made for each other as Johnnys hands went around your waist as he gently brought you closer to him. When he pulled away you chased his lips, making Johnny giggle.

“Y/n?”

“Y-yeah?”

“I love you too”

You couldn’t wait to tell Ten. Although, on second thought, maybe you’d keep this one between you and your beloved Johnny.

K so this turned into a fic in the end lmao, we’re not gonna talk about how long this took bye hope you enjoyed -Em

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petersshirts · 6 years ago

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Across The Hall (1/2) | tom holland

Mini Series

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: your family moved to Australia when you were 12 and you had to leave everything behind in the UK, but when you move back there to go to Uni, what do you do when your best friend from 6 years ago lives right across the hall?

warnings: drinking but nothing major

words: 3 k

a/n: I’ve had this idea for quite a while and decided to make a little mini-series out of it, there will be two parts and i hope you like it! Abroad is currently on hold because I have t study for exams... please leave me some feedback, it’s always appreciated!!

My masterlist can be found in my bio, since tumblr links no longer work!

„Hm, that one should be it,“ you mumbled to yourself when you read the three bold numbers on the wooden door. You looked down to the key in your hand and indeed, it was the right one. You unlocked the door and walked into the empty room, looking around the place you would most likely live in for the next few years.

„You found it?“ you turned around to see your Dad enter the room, his hands full with two of your suitcases. Sweat was rolling down his forehead from the unexpected London summer heat. Usually, you were used to the warm weather from Perth, your hometown, but this was something else. The weather was muggy and all you wanted was a fan to sit in front of.

You just nodded and dropped your back to the ground, curious to see more of the place. You know that it was a two bedroom apartment but since you couldn’t just fly over to the UK from Australia, you actually didn’t look at it, only at pictures. But the lovely apartment was just the right size and not that far from Uni.

„Just like old times, hm?“ Your dad stood next to you, a sad smile on his lips. You grinned at him and nudged his shoulder, trying to cheer him up. You could imagine that it was not that easy to leave your only child behind while he was travelling back to Perth. But when you decided that you wanted to go to Uni in your old home country England, your parents only encouraged you to go for it. Yes, you loved Perth and your friends down there, but with you wanting to be a photographer one day, you felt like the UK was a much better way to go. And your parents being supportive, they helped you in every way to find the perfect place for you, not that far from London University.

„Come on Dad, let’s drive to IKEA.“ you tugged at his hand and he willingly followed you out of the hot apartment, ready to turn on the air condition in the cold car.

The next few days were spent with decorating the apartment the way you wanted. You wanted it to be as homely as your room at home. You found a lot of beautiful furniture to match your style, but after two days, it was time for your Dad to fly back home for work and for your awaiting mom, that couldn’t come with you.

When you finally closed the door of your new home, you sighed. You were now all alone, without a friend. Yes, you lived here until you were 12, but at that age, you didn’t have a lot of friendships that could withstand such a long distance. So there was no one you could really talk to, other than your friends on the other side of the world that were asleep right now. Stupid time zones.

You made your way into the kitchen and found yourself something to eat. It was completely quiet and it felt weird to think about the fact that it would be like this for a very long time. Your family or friends couldn’t just drive over and sleep at yours, no, you had to do this all on your own. And with you not being the most extroverted person in the world, you knew that it would be a pain in the ass to find new friends.

But your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, throwing you out of your trance. You shook your head, curious who was at your door. You actually wanted a bit alone time to chill before Uni started in a week, keeping you on your feet all day for sure. But nonetheless, you walked back to the door and opened it, revealing a boy in front of you with a nervous smile on his face and familiarity you couldn’t place. His brown curls were pushed back under a snapback and even though he only wore a black shirt and some sweats, he looked really good.

„Uhm hi, I live right across the hall and I just saw that you moved in a few days ago and I just wanted to introduce myself.“ He put out his hand for you to shake and you took it gently, still feeling like you knew him from somewhere. „Hi,“ you mumbled, looking at his face, trying to find out where you knew that face from.

„Oh, I’m Tom by the way.“ His grin was getting wider now and you noticed that his British accent was quite thick. „I’m Y/N and I’m sorry if this sounds rude but I feel like I know you from somewhere.“ Your hand fell back to your side, his soft touch still tingling on your skin. Why the hell did you feel like this stranger was someone you knew?

Tom stared at your face for a few seconds, his unruly eyebrow twitching. „I actually feel like that too. Wait, didn’t we used to go to school…?“ And when he said those words, it all came back to your head. This was Tom, Tom Holland, your best friend from middle school. The Tom that you spend every waking minute with since you were 8 while having a little crush on him but never admitting it.

„Oh my god Tom, it’s me, Y/N! I moved to Australia when we were twelve, remember?? We lived a few streets away from each other!!“ You grinned at him, not believing that he was standing right in front of you, eight years later. Tom's eyes widened when he realised who you were, recognising the freckles on your cheeks and the dimple that had already been there when he had hung out with you every day.

In an instant, he threw his arms up to pull you in a hug, causing you to giggle. He had always been hyperactive and you noticed that he hadn’t lost that. And probably never would. You hugged him back, your cheek pressing to his chest, catching the familiar scent you knew so well.

When he pulled back there was a huge smile on his face, teeth showing and a happy glow in his eyes. You knew that he was really happy to see you and at that moment, you didn’t feel so alone on the other side of the world.

Since Tom was a gentleman, he immediately asked you over for a coffee, but you being completely exhausted from the last few days, you shook your head with a smile. „I’m sorry, but I just spend the last few days carrying furniture up here and I just need some time to chill. Maybe tomorrow?“ Tom just nodded at you, understanding the process of moving into your own apartment for the first time. He lived here for one year when he started studying theatre and acting, so he knew the drill. But still, he wanted to get to know you better, since it had been quite a while since the two of you had seen each other.

„I’m having a little party at my apartment tomorrow night, do you wanna come? It’s a really good thing to meet new people and we can catch up!“ You had to admit that you were not the biggest fan of parties but when you saw the excitement in Toms’ eyes, you just couldn’t say no. So you shrugged your shoulders and send him a smile that made him go weak in the knees for a few seconds. „Yep, sure.“

And that’s how you found yourself in front of Toms’ door on the next evening, a cheap bottle of wine in your hand and adrenaline rushing through your body. You knew that this was your chance to meet new people but technically, Tom was a stranger too. Yes, you had spent every living minute together for a few years, driving your families wild, but that didn’t mean that you still knew him. He was in university now, just like you and puberty hit him right in the face.

You didn’t even deny that he was attractive because oh boy, he really was. But you would never admit that to anybody, especially him. He had been your childhood friend and that would be everything that would be going on between the two of you. Plus, it was only your first week here, you were not ready to already start crushing on a boy.

After a few minutes of calming yourself down, you finally knocked on the door, trying to prepare yourself for what was coming. The door was opened in a swing, revealing a young man, about the same age as you. His blonde hair was perfectly styled and his light blue eyes eyed you from up and down, like an x-ray scanner. You immediately felt uncomfortable but when the stranger smiled at you and moved forward to shake your hand.

„Hi, I’m Harrison, Tom’s best mate. And you must be Y/N, the girl from across the hall, right?“ You blushed at his words, curious why Tom had told him that. You were just his neighbour, for gods’ sake. He opened the door even wider to let you in and you followed him into the warm apartment, laughing voices and the smell of alcohol hanging in the air.

Harrison helped you out of your jacket and you thanked him quietly, a bit overwhelmed by their kindness. The apartment was full of people, cups standing everywhere and making you cringe. You needed to drink something before you were ready to talk to any more strangers.

It felt like Harrison read your mind. „You want something to drink?“ you just nodded at him, eager to get your hands on something cool to drink. Harrison just mumbled a „Be right back.“ and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you all alone in the crowd. You felt completely left out, watching all the people around you, laughing and talking about Uni. You bet that they were all in Toms’ classes, all a year above you, leaving you as the only one completely new to this. You thought about just rushing back to your apartment but before you could flee, a familiar mop of curls appeared in front of you.

„Hey, you came!“ Toms’ smile was genuine, his pupils dilated, showing you that he was tipsy. He hugged you softly and you handed him the wine. „Sorry, it’s the only thing I could find at the little corner shop.“ Tom chuckled and took the wine, thanking you. „Come on, let’s meet some people. I want you to meet Haz…“ „Oh, we already know each other, mate.“ Harrison was suddenly next to you, a red cup in his hand that he handed to you.

Tom raised an eyebrow at the gesture, trying to find out what was going on. „Uhm, he opened the door for me and let me in.“ You tried to explain, sounding completely stupid. You didn’t owe Tom anything, he was just a friend, and Harrison was just a nice stranger. Tom just nodded and you sipped on your drink, trying to ignore the awkward tension in the room. You felt so out of place even though you actually wanted to talk to Tom, finding out about what he had been up to for the past few years and how his family had been.

„Come on, let’s go introduce you.“ he brought you back to reality and softly grabbed your hand to guide you through the crowd. You ignored the heat creeping up from your hand and your fastened heartbeat. You told yourself that it was just the alcohol and not his warm calloused skin that got you thinking about something else.

Okay stop, you’re being ridiculous. You’ve known him for ONE day.

You shook your head at your own voice reminding you of your feelings, knowing that she was right. Tom was just being nice and wanted to introduce to his friends, no big deal. You were just his neighbour. Suddenly, you stood in front of a small group of a few man and women. They were all laughing about a joke one of them had made and you felt like shrinking down when Tom interrupted their conversation to introduce you.

„Hey guys, remember when I told you about my neighbour, Y/N? We used to be best friends when we were growing up.“ You just smiled awkwardly, wishing you were in your bed instead. „Oh yes, you just moved in, right?“ The only guy n the group turned to you with an open smile, making you feel welcome. His skin was light brown, indicating that he must come from a much warmer place than the UK.

„Yeah, I moved here from Australia.“ You shrugged your shoulders and Tom just grinned at you while the girls introduced themselves as Laura and Zendaya, hugging you. Jacob asked you about Australia and you answered him, happy that he seemed really interested in your home far away. Tom watched you while you were talking to Jacob, a small smile on his lips and when you laughed out loud, goosebumps started to rise on his arms. Oh god, he was in for something big.

You stayed with Toms’ friends for a few hours, asking them out about Uni to get to know every single detail. They were all so nice and just pulled you into the group like you had just come back. While everyone was getting completely drunk around you, the little group decided to move into the hall where it was a bit quieter. Tom had disappeared to check on the other guests and left a little hole in your chest that was soon forgotten when Zendaya told you an embarrassing thing that happened to Tom.

A warm buzzing feeling had settled in your stomach and for the first time, you felt welcome. You didn’t feel alone and knew that there was a future with people you would hopefully see again. Especially the British Boy with the brown curly hair.

At 1 am, the people started to clear out. Your new friends also left but not before getting your phone number and promising to text you. And with that, Toms’ apartment was empty, just Tom and you left. He sat on the couch, a beer in his hand, his eyes dropping from exhaustion. You flopped down next to him, a sigh leaving your lips. Tom turned to you with a smile, his eyebrow raised.

„So, what do you think?“ His words were curious and you smiled at him, grateful that he invited you to this party. „I really liked your friends. They were all really nice and welcoming, thank you so much for inviting me.“ Now it was Toms’ turn to shrug his shoulders. „They are awesome. You can always count on them. And I will always invite you.“ His words had gotten a bit quieter and when you looked at him, you knew that he was about to fall asleep right on this couch.

„Okay come on, let’s get you to bed.“ You softly grabbed his arms but he whined, not ready to go to bed yet. „But we didn’t get to talk. How have you been?“ You grinned at your friend, loving that he wanted to know more about you and not just be his drink buddy. You really appreciated his interest so you started talking, telling him about your friends and Perth. You told him about how you decided to move to England and how horrible the goodbye had been. And when it was Toms’ turn, he talked about his family and that they got a dog, Tessa. He told you about his love for acting and that it was quite risky because there was not a big chance to actually make it. It felt like the old times, just the two of you in the treehouse in your garden. You realised how much you had missed him. When you left, you just started all over, but talking with him, made you feel at home.

It was so easy to talk to him, and you loved watching his face change with every emotion he talked about, like a storyteller. Tom was the one who caught you and just smirked when his eyes wandered to his watch.

„Oh my god, it’ really late! Come on, let’s go to bed.“ You just nodded, sad that your alone time was already over. But you were shy to tell him that, not ready to admit any feelings to him. Tom walked you to your own apartment door which you unlocked and turned around, waving as a good-bye.

„See you around?“ Your voice was unsure, hoping that he wanted to see you again, even if it was inevitable. Tom smiled and nodded. „Maybe I can give you a little tour of London and the Uni? I’m an excellent tour guide.“ You just rolled your eyes at his words but nodded, happy to see him again. „Okay, I will come over.“ Suddenly he moved forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, causing you to blush. Tom just continued to smile and moved back slowly into his own apartment.

„See you soon, Y/N.“

And with that, he closed the door and left you alone with your thoughts.

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