#i feel so dumb for not trying 2 situate our dumb shit sooner guys. i feel so embarrassed tht i cldve been kissing this boy way sooner

[unoflavored]

guys i love my bf so much

[amispnrewatch]

SPN 1x06 “Skin”

Okay, I’m gonna try to type while I watch this time instead of forgetting this blog exists until the episode is almost over.

You can tell the footage for the previously on segment was saved on a VHS copy instead of the original film that the show was shot with because even in the HD iTunes version I have it looks low quality as fuck. And jumpy in the way that brings me back to my teens watching the WB all the damn time.

I love this song. WTF is this song. Shazam says “Good Deal” by Mommy and Daddy. I… have no comment, except that it sounds like everything I was listening to in college at the time this shit was airing.

Aaaaand not!Dean turns around to face the SWAT team after obviously torturing some woman. THAT is a cold open.

I wanna know what that car is in the background. It’s pretty. Maybe a convertible Impala? They have similar grills. This is not at all important.

Also, I love that with these higher definition versions of the episodes you can see that Sam’s email is lawboy and whatever dot com and that people in the fandom have started calling him Law Boy. It’s hilarious.

DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?

SAM: I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.

DEAN: Oh, so you lie to ‘em.

SAM: No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.

DEAN: Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

Aaaaand now I have Dean and Cassie feelings again and we haven’t even gotten to her episode yet.

SAM: No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.

DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.

Aaaaaand now I have Dean and Lee feelings and we’re nowhere near Lee’s episode in season 15.

YOU JUST BLEW THROUGH A STOP SIGN DEAN WTF.

Little Becky. Oi with the reusing of names.

Of course Sam made friends with a bunch of rich kids while he was at college in a desperate attempt to try to be normal.

SAM: You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.

DEAN: We could.

REBECCA: Why? I mean, what could you do?

SAM: Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop. (DEAN laughs.)

DEAN: Detective, actually.

I love that Dean was like “how dare you call me that.”

Okay, after a bit of research, I totally want to take a day trip to Bisbee, Arizona, but it’s already in the 90s here in the desert and it’s not even May so that trip is going to have to wait until… winter or something. There is no way in hell I’m going deeper into the desert when the weather gets hotter.

It’s a historic mining town tourist trap looking place now which is exactly the kind of shit I love.

SAM: Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.

I mean, not technically, technically you would 1) NOT FUCK WITH A MURDER INVESTIGATION YOU’RE NOT LEGALLY INVOLVED IN BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU FIND WOULD BE INADMISSABLE IN COURT 2) find evidence to provide a reasonable doubt for the jury that he did commit the crime. You know, like a lawyer would need to do, Law Boy.

DEAN: I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.

When I made my husband watch this show with me (he’s seen it all at least once now over the years) this is the recurring thing that drove him crazy.

You guys can’t even go in through the back door? Or shut the front door behind you? Really?

REBECCA: (tearfully) Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in.

Yeah, that doesn’t even really mean that she knew her attacker. Just that it was someone she let her guard down around or got in some other way. See: The Son of Sam and Nightstalker, etc.

Love the pinup magnet on the fridge. I’d throw shade at that, but I have a pinup magnet on my fridge too so… pot kettle and all that.

Okay, both people in the next couple are gorgeous.

And oh wow those special effects changing eyes… wow.

This poor couple. I feel so bad for them in this episode.

How… how are the police gonna explain the way he was able to beat himself over the head with a bat??? I…

I love that 5:30 in the morning on TV is clearly like… 10 AM.

Okay, this is a really unrelated point, but the graffiti on the dumpster here reminds me of the Teen Wolf fandoms use of the name Void!Stiles when Stiles Stilinski was possessed by a Nogitsune… I just spent way too long digging through YouTube and my Tumblr tags from back when those episodes were airing looking for a few specific videos and couldn’t find them. The TL;DR reason I bring it up here is goofball, bi-coded main character guy getting possessed by an entity set on destroying the people he loves. SOUNDS LIKE THIS EPISODE AND A WHOLE LOT OF SPN RIGHT. I love that all these monster hunting shows call out to each other.

This scene haunts me years later and I don’t even WATCH Teen Wolf. I just watched the fandom on Tumblr collectively lose it’s shit then tripped down a Hale Pack fanfiction rabbit hole.

ANYWAY

Back to Supernatural, a show that also treated its fan base, cast, and characters like garbage! Huzzah!

DEAN: Well, there’s another way to go—down. (They look down and notice a manhole.)

I’m gonna be mature and ignore the double entendre there…

But I love that Dean thinks of the world in 3D. Which sounds like a dumb statement to make, but this is honestly a good example of that in action.

SAM: I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.

Really Sam, sewers run by houses? SO WEIRD. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.

DEAN: You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds.

SAM: That is sick. (DEAN puts the bloody pile back on the ground.)

Guys, there is a WHOLE ASS EAR in that pile of yuck you’re looking at. I think it’s pretty safe to assume the shapeshifter indeed sheds its skin like a snake. A much… gooier snake.

Sam’s friend is rightfully pissed at him for fucking with the crime scene.

This is before the pearl gripped guns?! Wow. I never noticed that before.

Also, this whole episode gives me feelings.

++++

Cool. Tumblr mobile ate a whole section of my notes on this when it crashed for NO APPARENT REASON. Love that.

It always boggles my mind that actors can trust the people they’re working with enough to let people “tie” ropes around their neck or put them in actually dangerous positions in a scene.

SHAPESHIFTER: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?

SAM: Where is my brother? (The shapeshifter leans in close to SAM.)

SHAPESHIFTER: I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. (He backs away.)

SAM: What are you talkin’ about?

SHAPESHIFTER: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens. (He smiles and covers SAM with a sheet.)

This exchange is just… so much. So many feelings. And I will forever (unless we magically get a fix-it fic mini season someday…) be SO MAD that none of this got resolved in that pointless, trash heap of a finale.

REBECCA: Okay, so, this thing—it can make itself look like anybody?

SHAPESHIFTER: That’s right. (She chuckles.)

REBECCA: Well, what is it, like a genetic freak? (The shapeshifter laughs.)

SHAPESHIFTER: Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (REBECCA looks around, uncomfortable. The shapeshifter’s eyes glint silver, and he smiles.)

It always amazes me how much of this show is a pile of accidental queer allegories parading around in an ill-fitting toxic masculinity suit.

Vulcan mind meld! I love nerd!Dean. Also, I’m rewatching Star Trek: TOS with my husband, because that is what my life amounts to these days, rewatching comfort TV and flailing over the bits I love.

This post does a better job than I can do of pairing up screen caps with the dialogue of this next scene. SIX EPISODES IN. They’re dumping all of this character depth SIX EPISODES IN. FUCK THIS SHOW FOR NOT EMBRACING ITSELF.

Okay, I love that he screams back in her face after he threw the phone. It’s not something to laugh at because the situation is horrifying, but I can’t help laughing at it every time.

AND THE WAY THEY CUT THESE SCENES. Going from him winding his hand back to backslap her directly to him dropping the chains on the table to show how hard he must have hit her without actually making the actors hit each other. Good job editing department!

I… don’t understand the shifter’s motivation for killing people. If he can take over people’s identities without killing them, why kill them? Is it just because he’s a homicidal, rapist piece of shit? Cause that’s all it seems like.

How did the SWAT team even know she was being attacked? Why can the snipers aim no better than Storm Troopers?

Ugh, these kind of transformation body horror scenes are exactly why werewolf stories have never really appealed to me much. Like, I could do without watching your ribs move and teeth fall out, dude.

BUT.

THIS FUCKING SCENE.

I looked up the song that’s playing over shapeshifter!Dean being caught by the SWAT team and then going through the grotesque transformation. (And as far as I know, the iTunes version has the original music from the episodes.)

It’s a song called “Mary” by The Death Riders

Who's your mother, who's your mother here boy // Who's your mother, whos your mommy dear // Who's your father, who's your father here boy // Who's your father, who's your daddy dear

Silently screaming // Where everyone knows // Daddy's always watchin' // Where everywhere - everywhere I go

I don't wanna be a freak show pretty boy anymore // I don't wanna be a full time slave // I don't wanna be your midnight cowboy anymore // I just want to be Mary

This is… a fascinating choice. Here are the rest of the lyrics. The song as a whole has a weird incesty kinda vibe to it? Kinda like when SPN tries to straight-wash itself and misses the mark wildly. (Like Dean’s male siren episode.)

The midnight cowboy line reminded me of 12x11 and the bull riding scene with “Broomstick Cowboy” by Bobby Goldsboro playing over it

Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy, // Dream while you can; // Of big green frogs, // And puppy dogs, // And castles in the sand.

For, all too soon you'll awaken; // Your toys will all be gone. // Your broomstick horse will ride away, // To find another home. // And you'll have grown into a man, // With cowboys of your own. // And then you'll have to go to war, // To try and save your home.

And then you'll have to learn to hate; // You'll have to learn to kill. // It's always been that way, my son; // I guess it always will.

Because, you know, why not add tons of feelings into the lyrics, right?

Props to the people who can embrace their rewatches and reclamations of the show with ease. Because every episode seems to remind me of how hollow and tragic Dean’s ending was and I just… struggle all over again.

Anyway, back to the episode so I can move on with my day.

REPORTER: An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home. (A sketch of DEAN appears on the screen.)

DEAN: Man! That’s not even a good picture. (SAM looks around cautiously.)

SAM: It’s good enough. (He walks away.)

DEAN: Man! (He follows SAM.)

(CUT TO: Alley. DEAN and SAM are walking. DEAN steps into a puddle.)

DEAN: Ugh, come on.

I love that we get two tiny little back-to-back vanity moments for Dean here. One commenting on the sketch artist rendition of him being broadcasted on the news and the other tripping in the puddle. There is literally someone running around the city trying to kill people while wearing Dean’s face, but Dean is still concerned with how he looks appears to others. He’s still concerned with keeping up his own performance. The shifter left him with just a t-shirt, so he doesn’t even have his usual comfort layers on and at any moment someone could spot him and call the police or try to kill him for assaulting Sam’s friend. His life is wildly out of control in that moment and the only thing he can try to focus on is his appearance (something semi-controllable) and finding the shifter before any of that other shit can happen.

One day I want to put together a like top 10 episodes focusing on / explaining each TFW character from the series. Like the kind of list you could show someone who’s never seen the show, but has OPINIONS about the characters (or who hasn’t seen the whole show and seen the growth they went through… you know, like the people responsible for the travesty of 15x20). This episode would be on that list. I’m not sure how I could manage to make a list of only 10 episodes to understand Dean Winchester by, but eh.

SAM: What are you gonna do to me?

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though.

SAM: They’ll never catch him.

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life. (He picks up a sharp knife and examines it.)

Speaking of season 15 in general, this right here. This was Chuck’s villain story arc thesis statement. AND THEY DROPPED THE GODDAMN BALL WITH IT. I think that’s the thing that honestly pisses me off the most these days (about 5 1/2 months from when the finale aired) is that they tried making the whole thing a tragedy but did such an awful job with it that it just ended up like a deflating condom balloon at a dive bar concert. Disappointing and gross. The finale for season 14 set them up SO FUCKING WELL and it just… didn’t get there.

Becky’s parents are gonna be pissed at how torn up their house is after all this shit…

And you’re not shooting him when you first see him strangling Sam because…?????

I like that he took the necklace back. Also, is this kinda Dean death number .5 of the show? Like it wasn’t him but it was also kinda him. Eh.

At least they left the windshield on Baby this time. Reflections are better than tearing her apart.

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saint. || soobin (2.10)🌪*finale*

a/n: congratulations for making it to part 2 finale! I appreciate anyone who has made it this far in reading this series! ily<3333 enjoy!

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parked outside your house in the car was yeonjun, and you were more than glad he was on his phone and barely paying attention to you. you sighed, thinking about soobin’s words when he told you to be good for him. you made a promise to yourself that you’d be better until he comes back.

you entered the car and sat silently until yeonjun was done scrolling through his feed. you figured maybe you could use this time to mentally prepare yourself for school today. trying not to become too stressed, soon exams will be over and you could go back to having a regular mental capacity again. 

“i don’t know. if i entered someone else’s car I’d at least greet them”. yeonjun mutters with his eyes still pasted to his phone. you slowly narrowed your eyes at him. “since when do you care if I greet you?”. you ask. he shrugs his shoulders. “common courtesy. manners too”. he replies. you huff your breath ignoring him.

“are we going anywhere?”. you ask. 

“yes”. 

“so can we go? we’re just sitting here”. 

“why are you in a rush? you have nowhere to be at 6 o’clock in the morning”. 

you cross your arms. you know what soobin said. but yeonjun wasn’t making things any easier too. 

“you’re annoying”. you retort. 

“and you’re some angel?”.

“I never said that”.

“sure as hell was acting like it when you told soobin yesterday”.

“are you not disrespectful? you don’t how to speak to people. that’s your problem”.

“surely we aren’t talking about problems when you’re 18 years old and need someone to teach you how to have sex”.

you glare at him, completely oblivious to soobin even mentioning such things to an asshole like him. 

“that’s your problem”. yeonjun twisted, using your words against you.

“I don’t know why soobin is even friends with you. I hate you”. you grumble. yeonjun nods before starting up the car. 

“good”. 

you kept your mouth shut until you both were at the diner again. you really wanted to hit him for what he said. but you ought to be good for soobin. yeonjun gets out and slams the door behind himself like the rude person he was. you entered and sat across from him. he was reading the menu and asking the same waitress questions he already knew the answer to, he just wanted to flirt. you roll your eyes and pluck up your own menu preparing to order. 

after she finished taking your orders she gave you this snarky ass look almost as if to say, “how does it feel to have your man taken?” . you wanted to assure her that you didn’t know and that yeonjun is completely on the market but you didn’t care enough. you felt yeonjun chuckling to himself at the entire situation.

trying to air out the drama you try to ask questions instead. you place your elbows on the table, 

“how do you think today is going to go for soobin?”.

“he’ll be fine. he should get out within two days if those dumb ass officers reach a verdict already”.

“why two days? it takes that long? the boys don’t have a story”.

“for some odd reason they want this to be soobin fault so the officers been desperate to frame him. it going to take them longer than usual because the want to connect invisible dots”. 

you sigh, 

“this is ridiculous”. 

“as fuck. he’ll be alright though”. 

you sit back and think further until your food was sitting in front of you. you dragged your utensils out of the napkin preparing to eat with soobin weighing heavily on your mind.

“here you go with that shit again”. yeonjun insults taking a grossed out glare at your food. 

“yes I can eat what I want. worry about your food and I’ll worry about mine”.

“I’ll worry about whatever the fuck i want to worry about”. 

“worrying about me will get you nowhere”. 

“yep, because you’re nothing”. yeonjun stated before forking a piece of fried egg into his mouth. you wanted to hit him so bad but you held back for soobin and soobin only. you ate your food quickly so you both can hurry out of there before yeonjun got hurt from going to far with his insults. 

sooner or later you were at school attending a mass. it kind of bummed you out because it would be dull without soobin whispering and talking to you as if he weren’t supposed to be praying. one of the sister’s used their fingers to beckon you to the confessional. you had to admit you were kind of scared, it’s been a long time since you confessed to some things. maybe this was the life of a normal catholic teenager. 

“good afternoon father benjamin”. you say kind of anxiously. 

“good afternoon. is there anything you want to confess?”.

you took a deep breath. “i don’t even know where to start”.

“take your time”. 

“this is kind of embarrassing but... i’ve been feeling more sexual than usual lately and i’ve been worried about exams and--someone trying to be framed for a crime they didn’t commit. i guess i’ve been too focused on my own life rather than praying that things get better for me”.

“first and foremost you must understand that sexual feelings are normal at your age. but it’s best to learn how to control them early on so they don’t spiral out of control”. you nodded, knowing you were in way too deep at this point. 

“I understand”. 

“your lack of prayer is your reason for your lack of peace. you are trying to handle all of your emotions on your own when our heavenly father doesn’t want that”. you nod once more feeling kind of guilty. 

“and your job is to never stress over things such as friends with crimes. I understand it can be difficult to deal with but sometimes people are only who we think they are”. 

“what do you mean?”.

“do not become too invested into someone you don’t entirely know about”.

you bit the inside of your cheeks thinking and nodding. “thank you father benjamin”. “you are forgiven, my saint”. 

you thought about the priests words until mass was over, trying to figure out what he was getting at. you did completely know about soobin, right? he’s changing for the better? 

all of the kids from mass were spilling back into the school building and attending their classes regularly. but it was hard to not lock eyes with yeonjun who was being guided into the principal’s office with two officers at his side. just the thought that the situation had to do with soobin made your heart race expeditiously. 

the officers closed the door behind them and yeonjun was sat down in a wooden chair, completely confused with whatever was going on.

“good afternoon choi yeonjun. you’re not in trouble at all but these gentlemen are looking for some of the people  you may have connections to”. the principal spoke while still maintaining his serious demeanor. yeonjun looks back at the officers, “what happened?”. one of them stepped forward.

“there was an incident at the Premiere hotel just weeks ago. we looked at the security footage countless times. we would like to show you so you can identify these people if that’s okay? everything you do here--even your name is extremely confidential”. 

yeonjun hid his nerves well. he shrugged. “yeah I guess that’s cool”. the officer nodded and pulled out a camcorder and turned it on, flipping it so that yeonjun could see. for starters it would be hard to figure out who anyone was, yeonjun thought. the camera quality was bad and it didn’t get the best angles. but it was easy for yeonjun’s brain of course. he spotted 5 males walk into a hotel room together. shortly after there was another male who appeared to be bringing a girl in the hotel room before leaving just minutes after. 

yeonjun wasn’t stupid. he knew the 5 males were michael, minho, seongjun, kevin and beomgyu. he knew that soobin was the male bringing mia into the room. so he spoke accordingly. 

“those 5 males, from what I can make out looks like--minho, michael, seongjun, kevin and beomgyu. I believe that female could be mia”. 

“and the male to her left?”.

yeonjun shakes his head. “I’m not quite sure”.

“this seems fairly easy for you. are you sure you can’t identify him?”. 

“the name on the credit card used that night says it belongs to someone by the name of choi soobin. do you think he has anything to do with this?”. 

“could this be him in the tape?”. they back and forthed. yeonjun shakes his head again.

“I don’t think soobin had anything to do with it i mean, those guys are also thieves. and I can’t identify the male in that tape”. 

“are you being honest?”.

yeonjun gives him a dumbfounded expression. “why would i lie to a cop?”. 

“people do it all the time buddy. especially with footage like this”. 

“welp, sorry to break it to you but your trash ass security footage has nothing to do with my integrity”.

with folded hands the principal gives him a look, 

“choi yeonjun I think you need to be a bit more respectful”.

“pfft. that isn’t the first time I’ve heard that line”. 

“we’re not here to frame you,  or anyone just yet. we just want information”. the other officer informs. 

“thank you--as if I didn’t know that already I already gave you the information that I think to be true. if you want me to list random names of people in this building so you can have a solved crime then we can just say the principal did it and this can be over with”. yeonjun quips calmly. 

“we understand that and we thank you for giving us the information we needed. Principal West I think we’re done here”. 

“try not being hostile next time bud?”.

the officer closes the camcorder and the principal stands to shake both of their hands before helping them to the exit. 

yeonjun not rolls his eyes in that moment but he also was rolling his eyes to you for the whole day, each time you asked him about what happened. you didn’t understand why he couldn’t just tell you. he was calling you difficult but at this time he was being the difficult one. after school you slid into the passenger seat of his car yet again. you took a deep breath before you spoke.

“yeonjun I’m only going to ask you just one more time and it’s only for the sake of me making sure soobin is okay. what happened with the police?”.

yeonjun starts up the car and switch gears. 

“I thought I told you to mind your fucking business already?”. 

“It’s just a question I don’t understand why you have to act rude and belligerent”. 

“stop making me repeat myself and maybe I won’t act belligerent next time. stay in your place”. 

“what are you talking about? If it has anything to do with soobin then it is my place to know”.

“if you do know what the hell are you going to do about it? you have no power or authority”.

“you’re annoying I swear to god”.

“and I apologize that god has to hear your dumb ass voice swearing to him once again”.

it took everything in you to keep still. the only thing that was keeping you calm was the fact that you both were on your way to see soobin. your heart danced until you were finally able to meet his gaze and he kisses you like he always did. yeonjun rolls his eyes, “any updates for today?”. 

“they took the last of them in for questioning. they’re discussing the verdict today and I should know tomorrow”. yeonjun nodded before smirking. 

“soobin is going to be a free man?”. soobin laughs, 

“stop acting like i’ve been locked away for years”. 

“I have to talk to you about something though”.

“what is it?”, 

yeonjun hinted that you were still in the room. 

“can you give us a second princess?”. soobin requests, and you did so politely. you thought you felt his eyes on your ass while you were walking out, either that or you were going crazy. 

“you guys are fucking revolting”. yeonjun comments, watching soobin’s eyes indeed-- on your ass. 

“she’s so sexy I want to eat her pussy again”. 

“hold on, again?”.

yeonjun pretends to make gagging noises, “you can’t be serious”. soobin laughs at how dramatic he was. 

“what do you need to talk to me about?”.

“the police came to the school today and asked me to identify the people in the security footage of the hotel that night”. 

soobin’s eyes expanded and his heart nearly stopped. 

“what?”. 

“don’t worry, the camera shoots at like 20 pixels. it would be hard for anyone to identify, but i told them that I didn’t recognize you. I only identified the boys and mia. the only thing they do have on you is the fact that your credit card was swiped to pay for the hotel room”.

soobin throws his hands on top of his head, 

“fuck”. he breathes. 

“don’t even worry about this one. we’re going to get you a good lawyer and we’re going to fix this shit and make those motherfuckers go to jail for the rest of their lives alright?”. 

soobin gradually nods, “fucking bad timing though”. 

“don’t worry I think they are asking other people. it’s going to take them a while to collect data with the footage they have”.

“good. that’s good”.

“yeah it is actually”.

“how was my baby today?”. soobin asks on another note. 

“you’re asking me that as if she isn’t annoying on a daily basis”.

“you two just can’t fucking get along for shit huh?”. 

“hell no. and i don’t want to get along with her that’s your job”. 

“it’s also your job to take care of her until i come back”. 

“don’t remind me. it’s already a drag that I have to take her home”.

“you’ll be fine dipshit. make sure she’s in the house safely”. 

“yeah whatever”. yeonjun says on his way out. 

“tell her to kiss me goodbye before you guys leave”. soobin calls out shortly after. yeonjun glares at you in the waiting room. 

“yo dumbass, go say goodbye to Al Capone”. 

you scoff and do as you were told. you didn’t want to waste your energy on yeonjun especially if you were here for soobin right now. soobin kisses you again, adding a bit more tongue this time sinking your heart like so. when he pulled away you secretly wanted more. 

“be good for me okay?”. 

“hm. what do I get if I’m good?”. you reply, feeling kind of risky. soobin smirks, 

“we can see how long you last on my face”.

at this point you were beyond flustered and soobin knew it. he chuckles softly, 

“get home safely and make sure you study. yeonjun has my credit card if you need anything”. 

you thank him and give him an okay before you left. you thought you could’ve been exaggerating things but what soobin said made you kind of wet. him eating you out was amazing but you could only imagine sitting on his face. 

“a kiss shouldn’t take that long”. yeonjun complains as soon as you enter the car. you roll your eyes yet again. he starts driving.

“I didn’t know I was on a schedule”. 

“you’re not. you’re on my time”. 

“why do you always feel the need to speak? like seriously”. 

“because I can and I will. whose going to stop me?”. 

“I hope someone does soon because you’re really out of hand”.

“am I?”. 

“yes”. 

“I don’t give a fuck”. 

“you should”. 

“you should give a fuck about a lot of things”.

“I didn’t ask so mind your business”. 

“I don’t have to”.

“you’re so self centered and low it isn’t even funny”. 

“you’re so pathetic and inexperienced it actually is funny”. 

you glare at him once again, god-you hated him. 

“you’re annoying and I hate you, I hope you know that”. you say with a little more projection and attitude. 

“you’re annoying and you’re also a bitch I hope you know that too”. 

that was it, you had enough. you used all the strength you could muster to slap yeonjun across his face. with a clenched jaw he narrowed his eyes at the road ahead. 

“don’t call me that”. you uttered and anger. the car jerked to the side of the road so hard you didn’t even feel it come to a stop. you didn’t have time to blink before yeonjun was grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. he was breathing heavy and his face looked more serious than you’d ever seen it.

“don’t fucking hit me”. he growled. 

“stop being so disrespectful then”. 

he pushes his face closer to yours. 

“I can do what I want. what are you going to do about it?”. 

the both of you found yourself breathing heavy and more than angry with the other. you hated yeonjun for all he was and he hated you with the same token. but it only took one swift glance at his lips for you to give in. he presses his lips on yours and you give in, kissing back like you had no care in the world. the two of you fought for breath before going back for more. his lips were kind of forceful yet soft. and he thought yours were too innocent to get enough of. he pulls you onto his lap while you were kissing him. his hands wandered your thighs and you let them in the heat of the moment. you didn’t know what you were doing but you couldn’t stop. 

his hands grope your ass and you grinded down on his lap, resulting in your breathing becoming shaky. you were already wet from soobin’s words so it didn’t take long for you to start throbbing in your panties. you quivered when you felt yeonjun’s hand sweep past your clothed clit. 

and that’s when it hit you--what were you doing? 

you let the kissing come to a halt, “yeonjun we can’t do this”. he stares into your eyes also snapping back into reality. “you’re right, what the fuck are we doing?”. 

you felt your heart still beating at a fast pace while you crawled back to the passenger’s seat of the car. hoping and praying that this all was just a dream. you didn’t mean for it to happen. maybe you were just desperate. you bit your lips. 

“we can’t tell soobin about this”.

[colorfullfalls]

I will protect you pt 2

Embry Call x Reader

Embry stormed outside the house with such speed that you forgot how fast the genetics made him. Wiley was stumbling to get off of his truck when Embry grabbed him and threw him off to the ground.

Embry was starting to get physical and you knew that the packs secret couldn't get out. You ran outside only to see Wiley shift into a wolf that was slightly smaller to Embry's. Embry stumbled back in shock, turning to you.

"Run to Emily's!" He yelled before shifting into his beautiful wolf. Your heart hammered in your chest as you raced towards the familiar house. You could hear snarks and sounds of the wolves colliding as you raced.

Once you got to the Uley's clearing you started screaming for help. Jared, Quil, and Paul all bolted out the door at your cries. Imprints were sacred and the wolves were all overprotective of any imprint. So you screaming made them immediately alert.

You were bawling as they approached, worried for your lover, "A wolf is attacking Em at their house, go save him!"

Jared and Paul shifted and ran off as Quil helped you inside. Emily and Sam were away for the weekend, so it was just you two left. Quil soothingly rubbed your back as you two anxiously waited.

Embry was the only thing on your mind. You knew he was strong and cunning, but this had been the first time you ever saw him in action. Sure the boys play around in wolf form, but never had he actually been fighting. If he was in pain it would break your heart. You should've stayed with him. Made sure he was okay. Maybe lured Wiley away from him.

No, Embry would have killed you if you had put yourself in danger like that. Would've scolded you for hours saying that he can handle it and that he would be ruined if you were to die.

It made sense that Wiley was a wolf. He was built like the boys and had similar completion. You felt dumb for not saying anything about this situation sooner. The events of tonight may have never happened if you had just told Embry about it.

It was ten minutes before you heard the boys in the yard. You jumped off of the chair and threw open the door. Jared and Paul were carrying Wiley's unconscious body as your boyfriend trailed behind them. Embry looked tired, but he gave you a look of relief as he took you into his arms. You held him tight, swaying back and forth as the boys carried Wiley inside.

"Thank God you're okay," you whispered, hugging him tighter than normal. His warm body heat reminded you that he was fine.

"I'm glad you're unharmed. Him turning into a wolf was the last thing I expected but my first thought was that he was going to come after you." His voice was coarse and deep. It always sounded like that after he freshly shifted back.

You pulled away, "He must have known that I was connected to you guys somehow..."

"Even so he is an idiot for coming on our territory and following you around like that. Maybe his pack doesn't have imprints but he is going to learn not to fuck with ours. I don't want you anywhere near him."

"Shouldn't I be involved considering he was following me?"

Embry growled and grabbed your hand, leading you into the small house. Paul and Jared were working diligently to tie up Wiley. His face was bloody and he had an ugly gash on his side close to his ribs.

You gasped at his state and went to walk closer but Embry pulled you back. Tears formed in your eyes as you looked at the stranger. He needed help.

"Please go to Sue's. I'm begging." Embry tried.

"Are you guys going to kill him?"

"No."

"Yes."

Paul and Embry replied at the same time. Embry glared at Paul for saying yes, "Really fucking helpful Paul."

"He's a creep. And he tried to attack you." Paul pointed out as if that were enough agaisnt someone.

"You're an idiot, stop talking," Quill added in, "look y/n, I will stay here and make sure that nothing bad happens to him. I promise."

"I don't know why you're trying to get rid of me..." Your feelings were hurt by Embry trying to shoo you away like a pesky fly.

"It's not that, I'm just internally freaking out with you being so close to him. Please. I will come get you when we are done." He pleaded.

"Don't bother" you mumbled, walking out.

Sue was really sweet to you while you stayed with her. She made you sweet iced tea and you two sat on the porch swing and talked about anything and everything. It was a good enough distraction but your mind always wandered back to the extravaganza occuring at the Uley residence. The place you should've been.

You knew that the boys were probably interrogating the hell out of the mysterious follower. You were puzzled that he was a wolf. You didn't even know that other wolf packs existed.

At 2 am Sue went up to her room to go to bed, leaving you alone. You sat at the kitchen counter, reading a random book that you had found on different types of flowers. The pretty imagines made you temporarily forget about the situation that was unfolding.

The sliding glass door opened and you turned. Embry stood there, looking handsome per usual.

"I thought I told you not to bother," you mumbled acting invested in the book. Embry slid off his shoes and hoisted himself up onto the counter. His tan hand reached down and shut the book putting it on the other side of him.

"You're upset with me..."

"Understatement of the year, dude."

"I apologise for sending you away. No one was sure of what was going to happen and I didn't want you there if anything went wrong."

You stared at the clock on the wall.

"Y/n, hun, talk to me."

"You made me feel inferior to you guys today, sending me off like that. I am an adult. I can handle shit when it gets ugly. You can't shield me from everything."

"I can try."

You rolled your eyes, "Wow."

"I don't know what you want me to say besides that I'm sorry. Your safety and well-being is my number one priority at all times. I can't help that. I was born that way."

"I want you to allow me to make decisions for myself Em. I was sort of shaken up and all I needed was to be near you. Instead you sent me away."

Embry slid off the counter, "I'm an asshole and I admit it. Wholeheartedly. Let's go to bed and you can come to Emily's with me tomorrow."

"Promise?"

"I promise with all of my heart."

[skeletonwoman]

J is for Judgement

This is a part 2! Comes after a part 1, and a part 1.5!!

You smile at Dick when he darkens the pet stores doorway.

“Hey baby, hey baby,” he greets and you snort, coming around the counter to give him a hug. You’ve never been much of a hugger, but hell, he’s just the cuddliest.

Also he smells like a tasty man.

Pulling apart, he leans against your counter, an attempt at being casual and you hide a smirk.

“So, bestie,” he begins and you waver in place. Luckily the space is empty apart from the two of you. “I’ve got a thing tonight, if you’re interested in coming.”

“Going out on the town with my bestie?” You begin, about to rain him in stupid compliments.

“Ah- not, the town…” He cuts in and you hum, wrinkling your brow. “Dami is throwing the dog a birthday party,” his tone drags the words as if it’s a chore, even though it sounds like tonight might be the best of your life, “and it’s just a small gathering, family and close friends. I was wondering…”

He gives you a sneaky look.

“Yeeees?” you sing-song back and he licks his lips, trying to hide smile.

“If you were interested…” His mouth drags the words out and you feel like you’re vibrating from the inside out.

“Innnnn?”

“Coming with me to the party tonight?”

“Yeah!” You shout, throwing your fists in the air and bouncing around in a circle before pulling up in front of him, dropping your excitement and blanking your face. “Yeah, sounds cool, no biggie, if you want, no prob, Bob.”

Dick beams at you, still leant against the counter. “They’re going to love you.”

“You bet your ass they will, Richie!” Your bravado has his expression softening with affection, even as your stomach flips with a sudden and crushing panic. Hiding this, you catch his hand in one of yours and swing them. “I am excited to meet Barbaraaaa.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes and grinning, before pushing off the counter and dragging you about the store.

“Help me get the damn dog a present, it can be from both of us, obviously,” he says, before muttering. “Dogs birthday party, Jason didn’t get a birthday party last year but the dog does?”

You don’t tell Dick about the guy today. You know he notes the scrawled number on your hand and he smiles a little, but when you don’t mention it, he doesn’t ask.

As you’re walking home, Dick having promised to pick you up later, you stare at your phone.

Debating.

Screw it.

Me: Hi, this is Y/N from the pet store, I didn’t get your name today

You wait ten seconds before shoving your phone into your pocket out of anxiety and instead focussing on tonights hellscape.

You have to make these people love you. You have to!

Ignoring the silence and stillness of your pocketed phone, you instead focus on reviewing what you know about Dicks family.

Surprisingly- little.

Honestly? You barely know anything about them.

Except:

               He has two dads, Alfred and Bruce

               He has four brothers, Jay, Tim, Duke and Damian

               He has two sisters, Steph and Cass.

               He has one not sister, Barbara, also his unrequited love

               He doesn’t have favourites between any of them.

Luckily, as you start up your stoop and your chest starts to heave, your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Unknown Number: I’m Jason

You wait. For something, anything.

After two minutes, you’ve entered your apartment and, phone still in hand, made your way to your closet.

After ten, you’ve set the phone back on your bed and are deciding between a red bodysuit and a yellow crop top.

After twenty, you’re in the shower and anxiously shaving your legs even though you’ve decided to wear long pants.

At the thirty minute mark, out of the shower with your hair wrapped but before you apply moisturiser, you pick up the phone and give in.

Me: What do you do, Jason?

Putting it back down, without much expectation, you pick up the moisturiser once more but pause when the device beeps again.

Jason: I’m a freelancer, mixed martial artist.

Jason: Do you like lunch? Or breakfast food.

You try to grin too wide at the messages. He seems a little… unsure, maybe. You’re into it.

Me: I love lunch, and breakfast- for lunch or breakfast. What do you think about dinner?

You nab your red bodysuit and slip yourself into it, then fight on your favourite pair of pink corduroy pants. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you frown, look at your closet, frown harder.

No.

“You’re hot.” You growl to your mirror self. “I am hot. And I am loveable and tonight is going to be great and tomorrow you can go out with Jason and kiss that gorgeous face.”

His visage pops up before you, scarred and unusual.

You hope his scars are more innocent than- well, than other scars in this city.

Maybe he got them in the womb, or terrible acne that forms perfect lines.

Oh boy.

Jason: I usually work nights, late, and I’d hate to cut our night short because I need to get to work

Your lips purse.

Oh shit!

Dickard: I’m coming up, you better look hot

Shoving away your awful, awful, just awful realization, you look back up at yourself in the mirror and grimace. Throwing on a light coat of lipstick and a layer of mascara, finishing off the makeup you’d been wandering through while texting with-

No.

Leaping up, you grab your jacket- that guys jacket-

Oh hell, you’re so dumb.

Pushing out every thought to do with night time activities and vigilantes and, worse, villain criminals, you throw on the jacket, put your phone and wallet in the pockets, slip on some shoes and snatch your keys.

“Shit,” you murmur, spinning around and nabbing your perfume from the table and spritzing yourself and the jacket. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Bounding for the door, you wrench it open just as Dick raises his hand to knock. You stare at each other, for a moment, while you pant.

“Running late?”

Shoving Dick backwards into the hall, you lock up behind yourself and turn back to him with a cheesy smile. “Show me your Daddy, Dicky.”

His expression goes blank and you hiss out a breath.

“No. No! Don’t-”

“I think maybe-”

“Oh shut up,” you growl and he laughs, throwing an arm over your shoulders and leading you out of the building. “Y’know, I’ve don’t know that much about your family. Like I know the cast, obviously but you’ve literally never told me where you live, and you’ve never-”

Dick grimaces, and you can tell he’s unsure and maybe embarrassed.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll figure it out, I doubt they know much about me, anyway!” You laugh, your throat tight and panicked and he offers a weak smile and a quick squeeze.

  “Oh, f*ck me, Dick.” You stare at the gates.

The Gates.

Not to heaven, or arkham, or anywhere so pedestrian, oh no.

“F*cking Wayne Manor, Grayson? As in Dick Grayson, adopted son of Bruce Wayne?”

Dick shrinks in his seat, driving up the lane, since the gates had opened automatically, for him.

“I’m going to kick your god damn ass, Grayson, I’m going to end you, you’re the worst, literally the worst,” the car stops, “you’re so f*cking dead, you dumb bitch, I can’t believe you’ve done this,” your door opens, “and I’m just so excited to meet your family, Dick! Hahaha!”

You take the hand proffered through the car door and rise to come face to face with- shit- Tim Drake.

Recognisable, famous Tim Drake.

“Hi! Dicks brother Tim! He’s so proud of you,” you greet and Tims lips twitch upwards at the sides, though his slightly warm, slightly protocol expression changes little beyond that.

“Welcome, Y/N, Dick’s mentioned you a lot and we’re all so excited to finally meet you. In the flesh.”

You try not to frown at his weird phrasing, only for it to get worse.

“Oh. Did Jason leave his jacket in your car again, Dick?” Tim asks, his gaze moving from the jacket on your shoulders to Dick, who is sidling up beside you.

Jacket. Jay. Jason. Phone number. Freelancer. Night time work.

Shit, shit, shit, please be a coincidence, please be a coincidence. F*cking Dick, f*cking shit, damn, heck.

You smile absently at the pair.

“Oh, no, this one is apparently very similar to Jasons but Y/N has assured me she found it in her building,” Dick assures him, and you look between the two, gauging their reactions.

Tim grimaces, and Dick frowns at him.

A vigilante gave you this jacket. You just got the phone number of a possible vigilante named Jason. Dicks brother Jay is named Jason and he’s got a jacket like this.

Please.

Hell.

You spot others emerging behind Tim, from the gigantic Wayne Manor doors.

Dick’s eyes dart to them and he slings a comforting arm over your shoulders.

“Let’s get in and out of the cold, hey Tim? C’mon, lead the way.” His voice is jovial but he holds you back a second as Tim sends him a look then starts toward the doors. His face tilts toward yours, a soft whisper coming through your hair to your ear. “I’m so sorry, I should have said something sooner, it’s a- it’s hard to explain, you know I’m adopted, we’re all pretty adopted around here and it’s such a difficult situation and its not like I have the greatest relationship with Bruce and- I’m sorry, Y/N, I should have said something sooner.”

The apology brushes over you and you tilt slightly against him, your forehead setting against his shoulder and he presses a kiss onto the top of your head.

“Thanks, kiddo.”

“We’re two years apart, you galumphing oaf.” You growl back, just as you step through the doors and come face to face with a group of people staring at the pair of you.

Your eyes lock on a beautiful red haired woman, her face stark for a long moment as she takes in the pair of you before everything on her face is hidden with a blink of an eye.

Oh crap.

You step out of Dicks grasp, pointedly, and offer a weak smile to the red haired girl. Barbara.

Shit, hell.

Everyone stares at the movement and it takes you a second before you see him.

“Is that Jasons jacket?” A kid asks loudly, Damian, hopefully, but your eyes don’t stray from the man at the back.

Jason from the pet shop.

“Relax everyone,” Dick laughs, his eyes moving from you to Jason and the pair of you stare at the obvious expression on his face. Dicks voice trails off. “It’s not Jasons…”

“Jesus and the Joker,” you gripe, your eyes darting from Barbara to Jason to Dick.

“So this is your jacket?” Dick asks, gesturing to the beat up brown coat on your shoulders. “How’d she get it? How’d you get it?”

Jasons head twitches in a shake, eyes locked on yours and you squint at him.

“No! Jason. Don’t make her lie. How’d this happen? Why’s she still got it?” He glances at the staring group and sighs. “She got it like a week ago.”

“Three days.”

You grit your teeth, glaring at Jason.

“Shall we, everyone, head into the living room? Alfred, dinner?”

Your eyes dart to Bruce Wayne, his voice and face clearly recognisable from several television segments, and you watch as the group silently and with thick tension move single file through a door. Beside Bruce, another man, Alfred, you guess, steps up close to him and murmurs something before Bruce nods.

Beside you, Dick tangles your fingers.

“Hey, best friend?”

Your eyes slide up to his and he offers you a pathetic smile.

“Dick,” you say softly, as the others exit, leaving the pair of you a moment. “Cards on the table, a group of those people who run around at night visited me and then that night you were out with Jay one of them visited again and he gave me his jacket and then he took it back but then he gave it back and then Jason came into the pet shop today before you did and I got his number and I texted him and I realized that hot guy Jason from the store was some kind of vigilante guy because of what he said and now I get here and they’re the same person and your brother Jason is the Red Hood? And he’s running around with other vigilantes who have hair the same as these people we’ve just walked into and please call me crazy, Dick, that I’m a big ol’ loon, please?”

You don’t mess with the f*cked system in Gotham and you certainly don’t get involved with someone involved with the f*cked system.

“I’m Nightwing.” Dick says in a rush. “And kinda Batman.”

Your nose wrinkles as you try not to burst into tears.

Just… One thing after another.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Dick pulls you into his chest and you don’t resist. He’s Nightwing but he’s still your Dickie, your platonic soulmate. “I was going to tell you soon, but I know how you feel about all of it and I didn’t want you to hate me or my family before you met them.”

“Dick!” Someone yells obnoxiously before being loudly hushed.

“I didn’t know about this Jason thing, I wish he’d have spoken to me, this is my fault for mentioning you to them.”

You hug him tight before pulling back and shaking out your hair. Pasting on a smile, you beam at your best friend.

“It’s a party, Dick, for a dog, I think we should focus on that for now and hope I haven’t ruined any chance to make Barbara like me.” You laugh half-heartedly, before taking his hand and stepping purposefully toward the doors everyone else waits behind.

Heck this was a heck one like just definitely took a while and quite stressful to write idk what was going on

[thedyingmoon]

V + Hanahaki Disease but with good ending?

Boy, you guys really come up with the most interesting ways to make V suffer, huh?

A/N: Written while listening to Rachmaninoff ( again ) Piano Concerto No. 2 In D Minor.

😏😏😏

Let's do this!

🥰🥰🥰

***

🌹 Love And Roses🌹

***

There it was again: a deep red rose petal on the floor.

You looked down at the thing with a raised eyebrow. You were sure that you just rid the floor of Nico's otherwise messy van of these curious and yet fragrant things.

But, there it was again: a deep red rose petal on the floor.

You carefully picked the fragile petal with your dainty fingers and looked at it, utterly confused as to its origins. Well, there were wild flowers outside but, none of them resembled the beauty of the thing in your hand. It looked like it came from a rare type of red rose, and you were absolutely sure you have never seen it before.

You do like the thing, however, since deep red is your favorite color, and the rose is your favorite flower.

But, to actually have numerous petals scattered about the floor really bewildered, amused and frightened you to the core all at the same time.

And the phenomenon has been going on for almost two months. Yeah, you were the one assigned to clean the van but, you don't have the heart to throw the pretty things away, so you just put them in a sack and hid them underneath the sofa you've been sleeping on. Heck, you can decorate a whole room full of these petals you've collected! Not to mention a cup of sweet, steamy tea rose or two.

Your musings were interrupted when you suddenly heard a coughing sound coming from the sofa. You looked down at the poet as he covered his mouth with a gloved hand.

You immediately went closer to him and rubbed his back to somehow soothe him, if that could help, at all.

"Ahem, sweet pea,..." the demonic bird, which was perched on top of Nico's broken jukebox, called your attention, at the same time V let out another batch of coughing fits. "That won't help him."

"Ah, I know! Ah,... " you mumbled as you went to the back of the van to prepare him a cup of tea or something warm to ease his symptoms. "Nico and Nero will be back in a bit with the medicine. Don't worry, V." You, then, said to the poet.

V's symptoms persisted for almost two months, the same time as the phenomenon of the rose petals, come to think of it, and it honestly unnerved you. Yes, V was a capable fighter just like Nero or Dante but, still, he's human, and clearly weaker than the two of them, as much as you hated to admit it.

However, despite this weakness, you liked him. A lot, actually. You're not the type of person who falls for muscles, pick up lines, or manly winks, no.

It's the cleverness, the gentleness, the mysterious aura, the deep voice,...

... the alluring smile,...

And V has all of that. And more.

And that's just scratching the surface -

"I told ya! That won't help him!" Griffon squawked as he helplessly watched you turn on the stove to boil water with Nico's old teapot.

"And what will?!" You angrily questioned the bird. He really was not helping with the situation, at all.

"Ah,... maybe a smooch to the Shakespeare will help? And a good make out session?"

You balled your hands into fists, controlling the strong urge to throw something at the bird or just put him in a steel pot and boil him to inflict pain. Oh, you really wanted to! V was freaking suffering! And his familiar was not doing anything to help! Instead, he chose to make crude jokes in front of you like it was nothing!

"NO!" You growled back at the bird,...

... which made V cough even harder.

"Oh, my God,..." you muttered under your breath as you made your way back to the poet. "V, do you need something? Ah, we should definitely take you to a hospital now. This is getting worse,..."

"Look what you've done to Shakespeare, woman!" The demonic bird shrieked as he flapped his wings and made his way towards his master.

"What?! I'm not doing anything to him!"

"Enough. P - please,..." V begged, his voice weak and his throat hoarse and painful. "Do not worry about my,... needs. I,... j - just needed some,... rest - !" His words were broken as he had another fit of coughs but, this time, he wasn't able to cover his mouth in time.

And then, you saw it. It was unmistakable despite the lack of proper lighting inside the vehicle.

It was blood. His lips became slightly stained with the crimson liquid that most probably came from his already wounded throat.

And it made you even more frightened for his health.

"No, no, no, no,..." You helplessly mumbled as you took out your handkerchief from your pocket to wipe the blood off his lips. The poet tried to stop you but, he was too weak to do so. And you were very stubborn. "Hang in there, V. They're coming back,..."

"Sweet pea, just give him a kiss. Just one in the lips is okay." The bird persisted with his joke.

"Griffon, I'm begging you. Stop with your nonsense already!"

With those words, V suddenly and forcefully took hold of your arms and bowed down low, seemingly throwing up on your lap or something, all the while continuously coughing.

Tears streamed down your face as you helplessly rubbed your hands up and down V's back, trying your very best to ease his discomfort.

"I'm so sorry,..." you cried. It just,... hurt,... seeing him like that. And you couldn't do anything but watch. "I'm so, so, sorry,..."

All of a sudden, something came out of the poet's mouth. It was not vomit or any kind of icky bodily fluid, no.

It was,... a fresh batch of deep red rose petals. It came cascading down like a beautiful crimson waterfall from his mouth down to your lap.

"Hanahaki disease,..." Griffon began calmly as he observed how the poet "lavish" you with the pretty petals. "Pretty nasty illness to have, if ye ask me."

"The,... what?!"

"Hanahaki disease!" The bird repeated as the two of you watched V release some more petals. And you were completely baffled, if not apologetically fascinated, by the strange display of weird human or demonic affliction.

"I - is this some kind of a demonic disease or something? Or a curse?"

"Eh, no. Not really."

"Then, what caused this? How did V get this illness?"

"Unrequited,... love,..." the poet weakly answered for you as he finally managed to inhale after the onslaught of petal showers. By that time, your lap was overflowing with the fragrant things, and it was safe to say that you have to clean the floor all over again.

But, his answer!

"Wait, did you just say unrequited love?"

"Ya heard it right!" Griffon answered, his beak high up in the air like he was feeling proud, or something. But, why? "That's why I told you to smooch and make out already! Come on, do it while the others are away."

"That again?! I don't understand! I - "

You felt absolutely dumb for not realizing this a bit sooner.

Unrequited love? Smooching? Making out?

Then, that means,...

"You have got to be kidding me,..."

"Ohohoho! Who's joking now?" The bird mocked.

With wide, confused eyes, you looked down at the poet, who started coughing again but, this time, he did not throw up petals. He threw up a full stem, instead. And a thorny one at that. And this made V cough up blood once more.

"Nasty." Griffon told you in such a tone that purposefully made you guilty. "Of all the flowers in the whole fuckin' world, why is rose your favorite one?"

"Stop, please." V pleaded despite his condition. "Don't make it harder for (Y/N)."

"Ya want me to stop? Do ya want me to watch ye die in front of her then, huh?! Won't let that happen! No shit!"

"Stop this, Griffon, please!" You begged as you held the poet closer as if to protect him.

"Oh, ye want me to stop? THEN FUCKIN' SHAG ALREADY! SHAKESPEARE'S DYIN'! AND IF THAT HAPPENS, IT'S ALL ON YA!"

"I still don't understand!" You screamed at the demonic bird in panic as V started coughing up petals, and full rose stems, again. "V, why me? What did I do to make you,... love,... me? I mean, I'm just a plain old,... me!"

The poet looked up at you, his beautiful eyes full of unspoken adoration towards you. He held up both his hands and cupped your soft cheeks. He, then, gently laid his forehead against yours, the contact making your face heat up.

And, damn! It's making you fall for him harder than ever before.

"I could sing praises for you all day,... my beautiful sparrow." The poet confessed, his voice soft, and yet hoarse due to the onslaught of roses, and probably thorns, as well. "However, no amount of words could describe,... how I truly feel about you. You don't have to,... do,... anything for me. Just you by my side,... is heaven enough,... for me,..."

You sighed and gently laid your hands against his. "V, I don't want you to die but, I'm,... ah,... inexperienced. If you know what I mean. But, I'll do my best. I will do everything I can to save you. I,... love you, V. Truly, I do. If I'm gonna do it with someone, then I want it to be you, and only you."

The man's eyes widened at what he just heard. And as he was about to shed tears of delight, he inhaled deeply and smiled.

"Is that true? That our feelings are mutual?"

You giggled at his silly little question and gave him a chaste peck on his nose. "Of course it is, you silly poet."

"Then, forgive,... this fool's,... selfishness,..." he whispered, then wrapped his arms around you. "For I just can't help myself."

Griffon's eyes widened with amusement. He began chuckling as he witnessed how the poet shower you with kisses on the cheeks, and on the nose, then finally capturing your lips in a heated and passionate kiss. Your hands automatically went around his neck and this made him pull you even closer, lifting you a bit and properly positioning your legs so you're now sitting on his lap.

"Ohohoho, and the boy's all grown up now,..." the forgotten bird chuckled to himself as he witnessed every caress, every movement, and every kiss that you and V shared.

And just when things started to really heat up, the teapot started whistling and ruining the moment.

"Shit! The water!" You shrieked as you wriggled off V's lap. You were about to run towards the stove when the poet took one of your hands and gave it a sweet and gentle kiss.

"I love you so much."

Your arms went around him once more as you peppered his forehead with kisses.

"I love you more."

Later that night, Nico and Nero were so baffled upon seeing the two of you so close and doing alright like nothing happened. It was safe to say that V was not able to take the medicine they provided for him, since he was already somewhat, and mysteriously, fully healed.

But, what confused them the most was how you two began vanishing each night from that day forward, only returning the next morning with mismatched clothes, flushed cheeks, and silly expressions on your faces,...

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[nickmuch]

c.z.k. - high school (Part 2)

PART 1 / PART 3

Note: I was asked to turn this into a longer story, so here’s part 2! I don’t know in what direction to necessary go with this and how to end/wrap it up, so if you have any ideas message me pls! I’ll try to make this a 5-part-imagine.

Also: Edwin crackhead hours have arrived. Again

“So, you’re cool with that?!” Edwin shouted in disbelief.

Nearly four months had passed since my little moment with Zion and a lot had happened during this time. After the party, everything seemed to go smoothly between us. Probably way too smoothly. We spent most of our free-time together, doing god knows what. However, at the end we decided we would be better off as just friends. He reasoned that it was unfair to the boys and only made the whole group dynamic odd. I was okay with that. Okay, scratch that, I wasn’t okay with that. But I wasn’t going to throw a fit or anything and honestly it ended up working out better than I would have thought.

“Sure, why shouldn’t I?” I asked. This only made me earn a scoff from him. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever or something? Did you catch a cold?” Edwin pressed the back of his hand against my forehead, trying to see if I was indeed getting sick. “Stop that” Nick mumbled, swatting his hand away from me. “Bro, she’s okay with that, though!”. The neighboring table turned around giving us glares for being so loud. “Excuse my little idiotic friend over there” Austin apologized in behalf of Ed. He was just about to protest when he got interrupted by Brandon. “She’s okay with what …?”.

He had spent half of the lunch-time in the art room, trying to compose a beat he couldn’t get out of his head and for which he might have earned himself detention from our English teacher for “making too much noise during class”.

“She’s okay with Z and Asya hanging out” “Hanging out? Since when is that a problem? They are friends I thought?”. Edwin slapped him across the back of his head. “Are y’all dumb or are y’all stupid?! They are dating or something, Ion even know. But I for sure saw ‘em swap spit earlier this morning and thinking about it now: B, you can have my lunch. I lost my appetite.” He shoved his tray in Brandon’s direction, who didn’t even notice judging from his perplex expression towards me. “So, you’re trying to tell me that Z is with Asya – the girl who he said was like a cousin ���“ “Correction, he said little sister” Nick chimed in. The boy with glasses shook his head. “Alright, who he said was like a little sister. And you’re cool with that? Even though that’s low key incest-y If I might add. Besides, do I have to remind you that not even a month ago he broke things off out of nowhere with the shittiest of the shittiest excuses? You cried for the whole weekend!”.

He was right. I had cried about it for three days straight. I really didn’t mean to, but somehow, I guess I liked him more than I wanted to admit. The first night the boys had made it their mission to cheer me up, but once they realized it wasn’t working, they just joined me and my pity party with some Ben & Jerry’s. At some point, Edwin even shed a tear or two. “I just don’t know if I should be sad that my favorite ship just sank or if I should beat his lanky ass for breaking my twin’s heart!” he exclaimed.

“I know, but I’m over it now” I poked in my salad. “And frankly, he is too by the looks of it”. I really didn’t mean to look over to her table. It just happened for a split second. Of course, it was right in the moment he was leaning in, giving her a kiss on the lips. She was blushing like mad. “This is so disgusting. Here, you can have my lunch” Brandon slid the tray - that originally was Edwin’s - into Austin’s direction. “I just don’t get it, man. Zion really liked you. Why did he pull that move on you?” Nick asked. No one could answer him. All of our gazes were pointed in their direction. After what felt like years, I decided that enough was enough and got up. “Yo, where you goin’? We still need to talk about this” Edwin stopped me to pull me down again. Though, I ended up sitting on his lap instead of my original spot, he seemed to not care. He was determined to get the truth out of me. If there was one thing you needed to know about Edwin, it was that he cared about his family dearly. Whenever one of his siblings was sad, he automatically was sad, too. Ever since I moved in, that same rule applied to me.

“You want the truth?” I said annoyed. All I wanted was to get out of here, in all honesty. The feeling of humiliation was getting stronger by the second. He just nodded cautiously, as if he didn’t know whether or not to answer me. “I feel like shit” I said, feeling a little bit relieved to finally speak my mind. “He’s annoying me. Just last month he was all into me and suddenly he’s with her?! Plus, what type of shitty excuse is that?” my voice was starting to tremble at this point.“It’s unfair to the boys and makes the whole group dynamic odd” I mocked him. “I am really starting to think that I was just pass-time to him and that makes me mad. It’s really unfair, okay?! If you like someone else, why in the flying fuck would you even get involved with me? Ugh, fuck this shit. I don’t even wanna be his friend anymore. Seeing his face makes me wanna beat his ass and I ain’t about that life. My momma raised me better than beating the ass of a bean stick!”.

Once I was finished with my rant, I finally dared to look at the boys. All of them had shock written all over their faces. “Aye, Ma” Nick spoke first. “You should’ve told us earlier. We would’ve checked him and at least made sure he wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey with her in your presence”. All I did was sigh.

“I don’t know what to say. Or feel” Austin looked so helpless. He was struggling to find the right comforting words and suddenly I felt horrible for dragging them into my stupid problems. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. I will get over it at some point. It’s not like he’s the only cute boy in New York”. “That’s right, I’m cuter” Edwin tried to lighten the mood and it actually worked. We were all laughing before the bell rang, signaling that class was starting soon.

After school, Edwin immediately drove us both home, so I could take a nap before the boys came over. As soon as I was in my bed, I of course was struggling to fall asleep. “Can you come over? I can’t sleep” I spoke into the phone. Not even ten seconds later, Edwin barged into my room, getting under the covers with me. The fact we got so close over the last few months was making me happy, to say the least. It wasn’t weird to share a bed with each other, we were siblings after all. “We shared a womb, we might as well be able to share a bed” he had said jokingly one day. The silence was comforting me in a way I couldn’t explain in words.

“Fuck Z”. Him suddenly speaking shook me out of my thoughts. “I mean, don’t fuck him. But fuck him. You know?”. Sometimes, it was hard for Edwin to find the right words. It wasn’t because he didn’t know what to say, but rather the fact he had so many things to say that it just ended up blocking his mind ultimately. “I know”.

“This is some sweet home alabama shit” “Shut up, Austin. They just fell asleep together, no big deal” “Okay guys, but I’m getting hungry. Should we wake ‘em up now?”. His body started to shift beneath me, both of us fully waking up by the noise the others were making. “Good morning, honey bubbas!” all three of them were towering over us. The sight was rather scary, with their creepy grins plastered on their faces. “What time is it?” Edwin asked sleepily. He seemed a bit disoriented. “Time for you to get up and make us some food! Mama Honoret went out with the niñitos, so we’re all by ourselves”.

Slowly, we got out of bed to go find something to eat in the kitchen. Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. “Do you guys expect someone?” I asked confused. None of them were able to meet my eyes, looking slightly uncomfortable and at a loss for words. Instead of waiting for a reply, I went straight to the door to open it. “Wait!” “Hold up!” “Don’t” “No!”. Too late. There he stood, three boxes of pizza in his hands. “Uhm, hey”. My first instinct was to slam the door shut in his face and cuss the others out for not telling me sooner. However, on second thought, I decided against it. “Hi. Come in, I guess”. Awkwardly, he greeted his friends and made his way towards the kitchen to put the food on the counter. “So, uhm how about we watch some Netflix while we eat? On My Block sounds good?” Edwin tried to distract from the obvious thick tension in the air. I wasn’t going to ruin what should’ve been a chill night with my favorite people (minus Caleb) and just said “Sure, sounds good”.

The whole night was spent with Zion staring me down from his seat and Edwin exaggeratedly laughing at the funny moments to avoid the awkward atmosphere. Brandon was busy shoving his face with pizza – probably so that he didn’t have to speak. Nick and Austin were arguing about the gang situation in Freeridge. “If he wants his little brother to live a better life, then why is he dragging him into it? Isn’t he the gang leader or something? Just let your brother go to school and boom, problem solved” “It’s not that easy, bro! You want Oscar to lose his street credibility? Might as well put his clown suit on already”.

When I shifted to find a better position, his eyes were still on me. So, I decided to send him a quick text in hopes of making him stop.

< Dude, stop staring. Ur making me mad >

< I’m not staring, u must be trippin shawty >

< first of all, you’ve been staring since season 1 chapter 2. We’re on season 2 now. Second of all, if you call me shawty one more time imma rip ur ass open >

He visibly gulped at my last sentence, contemplating what to reply but ultimately deciding against it and sliding his phone back into his back pocket. Quietly, he stood up exclaiming to the group that he had to leave. A loud sigh of relief left Brandon’s lips, as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night. “Thank god” he mumbled lowly, yet everyone could hear him clearly but decided to ignore it. “I’ll see you guys on Monday”. With that, he immediately left.

“I think I’ll call it a night. Haven’t really slept well recently”. It was true, I could barely fall asleep nowadays. Tired or not, the night wasn’t my best friend anymore. Everything was keeping me up. The drama with Caleb, the new life I yet had to adjust to – the boys made it easier, though -, and the passing of my parents. It was all too much at once. How was I supposed to comprehend all of this in just a matter of three months? Exactly, there was no waysomeone could deal with that in such a short period of time. The first couple of weeks I was as good as could be expected under the circumstances, but now it all seemed to slowly catch up on me.

“What! No! This was supposed to be a chill night, followed by the best sleepover of all time!”Edwin stood up, trying to make me stay by hugging my body tightly. “Yeah, you can’t leave! Not when Edwin is acting like a crackhead again” Brandon said, his arms securely wrapped around my shoulders. “Aight, I guess it’s group hug hours”. Soon, I found myself squished between not only Ed and B, but also Nick and later even Austin. “Okay, you guys won. I’ll stay”. They cheered at their victory, all pulling away at once. “But” This made everyone look at me suspiciously. “We’re gonna do a beauty-night!” I exclaimed happily with the biggest smile on my face. “Oh hell nah, I’m out!” Edwin crossed his arms, slightly turning away with his nose all scrunched up and brows furrowed. To be honest, he looked like a baby right now. “… unless this means I’m allowed to use that weird blue face mask from Lush?” he asked full of hope. “Yeah, why not”.

In a matter of minutes, we were all piled up on my bed, discussing what face mask would be the best for whom. “Your skin’s whack! Go put that charcoal one on, do something nice for your pores for once” Ed threw the bottle with the black liquid at Nick who grumpily obliged and started to apply it all over his face. “This feels nice. What exactly is that?” Brandon was looking curiously at the big tube in his hands, examining it in hopes of understanding what he just put on his skin. “It’s clay” I told him. “Clay” he repeated quietly and slowly, to no one in particular. Shaking my head with a content smile on my lips, I turned to Austin to see how he was holding up. We decided to let him try a bubble mask but looking at it now we might have made the wrong decision. Every inch of his face was covered in bubbles, and when I say every inch, I mean Every. Inch. Of. His. Precious. Face. “My eyes are burning, is this normal?”. “… Yes” I lied. Grabbing a wet cloth, I softly started rubbing the mask off of him before he ended up blind.

“Okay, what’s next? Do we paint each other’s nails? Do we play pillow fight? Do we talk about our menstrual cycle?”.

“What the fuck, Edwin?!”.

“Hey! Nothing wrong with talking about periods. It’s a natural thing and frankly, it’s actually good to talk about it with your friends to see, if – “

“Of course it’s a normal thing to talk about, but I think you might’ve forgotten something”.

Edwin looked at Brandon quizzingly. “We don’t have a uterus”.

“… Oh”.

Sometimes, he was just too much, but that’s why we loved him. “I think it’s time for bed, boys”. Reluctantly, they got up and lied on their designated air mattresses. “But Edwin can sleep in your bed? That’s so rude, Ma”. “Shut up, shark boy. I’m her twin, that’s just how we roll” he laughed evilly before turning the lights off and saying our good nights to each other.

“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you just tell him?” B looked at the direction my eyes were trained on. Zion would whisper something into Asya’s ear, making her giggle, then he would whisper something else, making her giggle again and so on. I was getting aggravated. “Can’t. That’s super awkward. I wish he’d just use one of his last functioning three brain cells to consider my feelings and not do all that while we share the same class”. Cleaning his glasses with his cotton shirt, he took his time to say something. “Tell him just that”. Turning around, I rolled my eyes at him. “Caleb, stooop!” she giggled for what felt like the millionth time. Before I knew what was happening, I was right in front of Zion dragging him out of the class and into the empty hallway. “What’s your problem?!” I shouted into his face. “My problem? No, what’s your problem?!”. I was this close to just going back in and ignoring him for the rest of my life, but something inside of me told me to keep going. It was now or never. “My problem is” I began. “You’re so fucking annoying and mean and selfish as fuck, only caring about yourself and never considering other people’s feelings! As if it wasn’t shitty enough how you broke things off, no you also have to flaunt your fling-”I knew it wasn’t just a fling, but honestly? I didn’t give a damn. He was rude, so I was being rude. “- into my face! Be secretive! Or at least just stop when I’m around. That’s all I’m asking from you”.

He didn’t say a single word. Not one. Instead he was searching my eyes, trying to see if I really meant what I just said. Seconds passed, turning into minutes. “Aren’t you going to say something? Defend yourself or whatever?”. Him staying silent made my blood boil because I felt ignored and just really stupid for straight up having an outburst without it affecting him. “There’s nothing to defend because you’re right. About everything. And I’m sorry for not realizing sooner how shitty I was behaving”. To say I was taken aback was an understatement. “That’s all?”. The silence was killing me and all I wanted was to go back to class. “No”. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards his chest. “What are you do-“ “Shut up”.

Next thing I knew, (I was pregnant) I felt his lips grazing mine and before I could stop him, he had already fully kissed me. I wanted to feel repulsed, I wanted to feel disgusted, I wanted to feel mad. But I couldn’t. I had missed him and I couldn’t deny it. When I pulled away, he tried to make me stay in place. That’s when my senses came back to me and reality hit me. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?! You have a new girl, remember?”. I pushed his chest, freeing myself. Once I was about to open the door again, I noticed that Zion still hadn’t moved an inch. Turning around, I wanted to tell him to move his ass back to class before both of us would get in trouble. But he never gave me a chance at that.

“I know, but I can’t get my real girl outta my head”.

Also2: I don’t know if I like this part, it’s more of a filler. I tried to put the focus on the relationship between her and Edwin, but also tried to give glimpses of the friendship between her and the rest of the boys. Zion isn’t included much because he’s always hanging out with that other chick. This part is set during the time where both of them try to avoid each other, so I wanted to make it as realistic as possible.

Let me know what your favorite part or line was! Hope you liked it xx

- Cami

[littlemisskookie]

Four Letters: Ch 10

Four Letters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Ship: FWB!Jungkook | IceQueen!Reader | Yoongi Description: College!AU. Enemies to Lovers. Your icy exterior makes it seem as though you dislike everyone- which is partially true. But the one person you truly dislike is the cocky frat boy Jeon Jungkook. Warnings: Angst, Creampie, Fingering, Grinding, Intercourse, FLUFF, Dirty Talk, Degrading Names, Praise Kink, Blowjob, Deep Throating, Breathplay, Ass-Play Word Count: 10k

You had just finished getting dressed when you heard the door unlock, Jimin and Hoseok barging in. The two had quickly swung open the door, grinning from ear to ear, despite the fact they were tense, as though bracing themselves for impact. You feel your body go tight as you see the two of them, and you curse internally, wishing that they had waited even ten minutes later for Jungkook to say what you so desperately needed to hear. Even if it ended with you crumbled and broken, crying on the floor, you wanted the closure.

"Did you talk? Is everything good?" Hoseok asked, glancing between the two of you. You could see his grin grow even bigger as he noticed your slightly disheveled appearances.

You wanted to open your mouth and tell them that they were a bit too soon, but Jungkook pushed past. "Yeah, everything's good. See you later, Y/N," he said quickly, moving quickly between Jimin and Hoseok as he escaped the room.

Jimin frowned, looking to you. Your clothes were in order, but there was still the unmistakable stench of sex filling up the room. Your hair was messed up, lips swollen, and probably a thousand other indicators that you hadn't accounted for. Not to mention the messed up bed behind you. "I thought that everything went well- I mean, you-"

"I don't want to talk about it," you hastily say, your eyes wandering back to the door where Jungkook escaped through. "And he didn't either, apparently."

Hoseok's smile dropped. "Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry. Jungkook's an idiot sometimes."

"Did you or did you not sleep together, though?" Jimin asked. "I'm so confused."

You facepalm, running your hand over your face. "Yes- we had sex Jimin. But the thing is you can't exactly talk about serious shit when you're having sex- not exactly easy."

"Alright, alright, no need to bite," Jimin says defensively, his arms held up in an 'I surrender' pose. "Should we drag him back here and lock you guys together for another hour?"

"No, it's fine. That was an asshole move, but you had good intentions. Don't do it again though," you huff, crossing your arms. "Look, he can't run away from the situation forever. I'll... I'll talk to him properly the next time the opportunity comes up."

"You sure you don't want our help?" Hoseok asks, sympathetic. His eyes are soft, and his foot cocks towards the door, as though if you were to say the word he'd run after Jeon and drag him by the ear to finally confront you. You had no doubt that Hoseok would do nearly anything at this point. In a sense, though, their form of help somewhat reminded you of how Dobby tried to help Harry in The Chamber of Secrets- and you were reminded of what a massive fucking nerd you were.

"To be frank, I never want it again."

-

Taehyung would be leaving for the military today.

It was weird to think about. This would be his last day in town before he'd be adorned in the classic camo uniform and doing his country a service overseas. Picturing the boyfriend you had in high school becoming a member of the army was scary to think about- it wasn't exactly what you had envisioned. Then again, your future plans had been wildly skewed off the path you had prepared. You weren't petty over it anymore, though. Taehyung and Yuha had changed you into the person you were today- but you had learned to like that person even more than your previous self now.

Maybe it was because of that fact that you found yourself waiting for them in the airport before they had to go through security or get checked.

"Y/N? What're you doing here?" Yuha questioned, her face puzzled.

You had thought about this for so, so long. You had stayed bitter and angry with her, holding a grudge over words she said that had changed you. You became cold and distant, and all of your blame had been solely shifted to her.

But you realized something.

What she did was inexcusable. There was no doubt about that. Sure, she was undeniably in love with your boyfriend, making a stupid decision when she was a teenager. There were plenty of people who were in that sort of situation and managed to control themselves instead of belittling every trait of a person's personality.

However, the point was that she had grown. She had tried desperately to make things right and apologized profusely. She was as much of a changed woman as you were now, and you knew that you couldn't have a peace of mind if you were dwelling over the past. The teenage Yuha was dead, and before you stood one who was taking into account her previous actions, correcting them and fully understanding the impact of them.

If you were to stay bitter for the rest of your life, you'd be extremely unhappy. You had a feeling that you didn't want to be unhappy forever. A single moment in your teenage years shouldn't dictate your happiness or well-being for the rest of your adulthood- it was only sad that it took this long for you to realize that.

"It's your last day in town. I figured since I don't know when we'll meet again it'd be best to make amends sooner than later," you shrugged. "Closure is good for your health or something like that."

Tears filled up in Yuha's eyes, and before you knew it she threw herself at you, clutching onto you tightly as she dropped her bags to hug you. You could feel some of her fast-falling tears hit your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice tight. "Thank you thank you thank you."

It felt unfamiliar, but slowly you exhaled, finally letting go of your wound up breath to hug her back, in a single movement letting the history between the two of you move on, as though it were a silent gesture of forgiveness.

Yuha finally let's go of you, wiping the tears off her cheeks quickly as she gives you a breathy smile. "I hope we can become friends someday," she says softly. You knew from the look in her eye that she was acting completely genuinely, as though she were already playing a film in her mind of the two of you conversing pleasantly and enjoying each other's prescence. Hell, she held your hair when you were blackout drunk and puking your guts out- in a sense you were already there.

"Maybe," you say, tugging at the corners of your lips. You wondered if Tae hadn't been around and you and Yuha met prior if the two of you would've ended up being friends. She reminded you of the girls in a sense.

You turn to Tae, who looks pleased with the scene before him, as though his heart had swelled up with so much joy he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth, afraid that so much as parting his lips would ruin the moment. You pull him in, embracing him as you hug him tightly.

"Stay safe, ok?" you say. "She'll depend on you."

"I will," he promised, grinning warmly to you, his own eyes shiny with tears.

"You'll do great. You'll make our country proud, her proud, and me proud," you tell him, feeling your own voice grow tight.

Taehyung's face is stony as he feels a tear land on his cheek, and you reach up, wiping it away with your thumb.

"Thank you for the good memories and for being there at my low points when you could. It meant a lot to me, and it's because of how much I know you truly care, how big your heart is and how empathetic you can be... That's why I forgive you," you tell him. "I'll cherish not the moments you were a boyfriend to me, but when you were a friend."

"I'm gonna miss you so much, Y/N," Taehyung says, hugging you tightly once more, burying his face into your hair, as though trying to remember the feeling of your presence once more before he was bound to never see you again for a long, long time.

"I'll miss you too, Tae," you say honestly, choking at your own words. You let him slip from your grasp, both figuratively and literally letting him go once and for all, letting him go into the arms of the one he was really destined to be with. "I hope we see each other again."

Yuha smiled softly, tears rolling down her cheeks as she clasped her hand with Tae's. "Goodbye, Y/N."

You nodded, eyes brimmed with tears despite yourself as you waved goodbye, slowly turning around and finally walking away with a smile on your face.

-

"Hey, Yoongi," you greet, walking up to him. He had a box beside his desk where he usually made his music. His computer equipment was already dismantled. You were puzzled, looking at the boy with a confused expression. "What're you doing?"

"Oh, I'm, uh, leaving," Yoongi said bluntly, looking to you.

You looked at him in alarm. "What? As in quitting? Why though?" You frowned with worry. "Is this because of what happened between us?" Immediately you felt guilt eat at your core, and you felt so ashamed and embarrassed. You had humiliated the boy and strung him along, only to dump him. You regretted not breaking things off earlier, simply too dumb to admit your feelings to yourself.

"What? No, not at all," Yoongi assured you. "Trust me, it has nothing to do with you. I've been planning this for a while, actually."

"Oh," you said, though still slightly skeptical. "Why're you leaving, then?"

"Well, you know that podcast I had to help out with a few months ago?" he questioned.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, they've got an available position for a host since the other guy quit, and they offered me the position. I also figured that since Namjoon got here, I haven't exactly done much. You two are the ones who do all the work around here- I just stay here and work on my music. It's not fair to you two if I don't contribute."

You frown at that. "Don't say that- you're an equal addition."

"Maybe- but this job doesn't require much more than two people anyway. Namjoon knows how to do everything, I left this place in good hands," Yoongi says. "And don't worry- we're good."

"You sure?" you question nervously. "I still really want to be friends with you, Yoongi."

"I do, too. Who else will tolerate listening to my shitty drafts?"

The two of you share a grin at that.

"So, I'll see you around then?" you question as Yoongi finishes packing his box.

He stands up, nodding. "Definitely. I'll probably still see you around the frat house, anyway."

It feels weird, seeing the person who had worked in the studio since before you even got there, simply walking out of the door. The person you worked alongside, who you had developed a crush of sorts on. You supposed it had to happen eventually, but it wasn't exactly what you had envisioned. It was hard for you to imagine Yoongi anywhere else except his natural spot in the corner, with bulky headphones on his ears as he tapped his foot along to whatever beat he was making. You were missing the sight already.

"He really wasn't mad, you know," Namjoon says from behind you. You turn around to look at the man, the headphones hanging loosely around his neck. "Yoongs is pretty understanding- one of the best things about him. He's a lot better than most guys."

"Yeah," you sigh, slightly deflated as you walk towards him. "He really is."

"You don't have to feel bad," Namjoon tells you. "He knows you made the right decision. You shouldn't be with someone if you have feelings for someone else, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know. I just feel guilty, I suppose. As though in some way it was supposed to be him," you mumble. "You said it yourself- he's better than most guys. He was basically the best guy I could find- perfect for me in a sense. He was sensitive, caring, patient- but..."

"Sometimes you don't need a person who's perfect for you- you need someone who will help make you into a more perfect you," Namjoon says. "Sorry, my words sound jumbled. That probably doesn't make any sense."

"No, it makes sense," you clarify. "Thanks, Namjoon."

Namjoon shrugs. "No problem. You're gonna have to deal with me for the rest of University anyway, so we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other."

"Good luck dealing with me, then," you laugh.

-

"Y/N?" The quiet voice was followed with a creak from your door, the dim light from the hallway seeping into your pitch black room. You grumbled, rolling over onto your stomach as you ignored Lisa's usual creeping. She closed the door behind her, lifting up her sheets as she climbed into bed with you. You groaned, rolling over on your back as she snuggled against you.

"I can't sleep," she whispered.

"Really? I thought you were sleeping like a baby," you grumble sarcastically, rubbing at your sleep-filled eyes. You were becoming all too adjusted to your liking of having Lisa sleep next to you. You supposed it was the sort of thing best friends did, however. Next thing you knew, the two of you would be signing a blood oath saying that if neither of you was settled down by forty, you'd get married. Truth be told that didn't sound that bad- you'd have someone to split rent with, at least.

"I'm nervous," she said, letting out an exhale. Of course, she was- she was never here when she didn't have something on her mind. When she wasn't plagued with a million thoughts she'd be able to doze off peacefully- so it made sense that she was coming to you, as usual, to help clear her head. You would never tell her that you truly didn't mind.

"About what?" you asked, knowing that the sooner she elaborated the sooner you could catch up on your fruitless beauty sleep. Like it actually helped- you had bad skin and dark circles no matter how much sleep you got.

"Tomorrow- introducing Jin to everyone," Lisa murmured. Ah, yes. She was finally going to introduce her boyfriend to the rest of the crew at a frat party. He had gotten along perfectly along with you, and you were what you considered to be the worst of the bunch, to be frank. The rest would probably be a piece of cake. They were all pretty easy going- probably a bit more than usual since they'd be drunk off their asses at a frat party.

"It's a very social setting- a college party. I'm sure he'll be fine. Besides, they'll be too busy gawking at how pretty he is to really care about his personality," you mumble.

Lisa smacks your arm lightly, her way of silently scolding you. "What if he doesn't like them? What if they don't like him?"

"I'd be more concerned about Jimin attempting to steal your boyfriend- his bi ass will be all over Jin," you snort.

"What about Hoseok?" Lisa questions nervously. "I mean... I know that I said he'd have to deal with it- but he's still my friend. Despite our history, I still want him to get along with my boyfriend, y'know?"

"That's understandable. Do you want me to sugar coat it or tell you the brutally honest truth?"

"Knowing you, you'll say the brutally honest no matter what I choose," Lisa responds.

"The brutally honest truth is that it's extremely unlikely they'll be as buddy-buddy was you want them to be. Did you tell Jin about you and Hoseok?"

"Of course, there are no secrets between us," Lisa sighs. "That's what makes me nervous about any upcoming tension."

"I'm sure everything will be fine, Lisa. Jin's a gentleman- he won't start shit. And if everyone else likes him- which I don't doubt- Hoseok won't start anything either. At worst they'll tolerate each other," you explained. You didn't know Jin that well, but from what you could tell, he was nice. He valued his privacy, and more than anything, he valued Lisa. You knew better than to assume he'd do something to purposely upset Lisa. Lisa could be an idiot at times, but it wasn't like she had a horrible taste in men.

Even Hosoek was a good person. He was empathetic, and though he lacked common sense, he always had the best of intentions. He made a lot of stupid decisions, sure, but in the end, he was the friend that would always be there for you. He had empathy and was always there for people at their lowest, even if he didn't quite know the impact of his idiotic decisions. Still, he was a good person, inside and out.

There's a moment of silence. "Jungkook confirmed he was going to meet Jin as well," Lisa said hesitantly. "I know you two haven't talked yet."

"Yeah..." you say, the word let out in barely a whisper. You hadn't seen him since he ran out after Jimin and Hoseok barged in. You had the opportunity to run after him or get one of the boys to drag him back down, but you had decided against it. Knowing Jungkook, he needed some time alone to process what had just happened. Frankly, you did as well. Therefore, you needed to respect his boundaries.

"Are you going to talk to him finally?"

"I dunno. Maybe. It depends on how the night goes I suppose," you mumble, shifting uncomfortably under Lisa's weight. You needed to talk about Jungkook normally in order to prepare yourself for whatever happened between you two next.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" Lisa questions, glancing up at you as though to study your reaction. It's weird- in a sense, your situation with Jungkook mirrored hers with Hoseok. The girl had feelings for the boy, but it was a bit more complicated on the guy's side. He had reasons to hold himself back. Feelings were afraid to be shown due to the friends with benefits arrangement. Lisa and Hoseok didn't end up together, and you wondered if your situation with Jungkook would end along the same path. Sure, Lisa ended up happy, now with Jin. Hoseok didn't seem to be as merry in comparison, though. It was truly hypocritical of you to judge their relationship when you were in such a strikingly similar situation- but as you took a step back you could finally realize it.

"Yes," you answer immediately, not a doubt in your mind. Your feelings hadn't dulled since you realized them, even due to the complications along the way. Jeon Jungkook just seemed to have that effect on you.

"Do you love him?"

"I think it's kind of hard to say with someone who might not even like you back. One who you aren't even dating," you remind her. Was it possible to love someone you weren't dating? To be in love with them? Wouldn't that just count as infatuation? Or is it not an obligation for the person to feel the same way for the feelings to be there? It was a strange question, indeed.

"You two have been hooking up for like... what, six months now? More?" Lisa pondered the time since the infamous concert in her head. It probably had been more than six months, now that you thought about it. How time flies, strangely enough. "That's a pretty long time."

"I don't know what to tell you, Lisa. The situation's been a bit complicated since the beginning," you mumbled. "Hell, I hated the guy with all of my gut when it first happened."

It was so funny to think of. You would've given anything to rid Jeon Jungkook from your life- the obnoxious boy in your friend group who laughed maniacally at your expression when he said that he'd happily dive between your legs. If only he knew that over two years later he'd be doing exactly that.

Lisa begins to chuckle softly. "You would go on so many tangents about how infuriating he was. It's funny how you like the things that used to annoy you."

"I suppose it is," you shrug. "I guess the more you get to know the person, the more you appreciate the little things. It's the little things that make a big heart, I suppose." In order to love a person, you had to appreciate not only the parts you admired but the parts you hated in a sense. You had to like their habits no matter how annoying they were, all because it helped make the person.

"That's a pretty saying," Lisa yawned, her eyes closing, the lashes kissing the apples of her cheeks. She squeezes your waist a bit tighter.

"Are you going to sleep now?" you ask, your fingers twirling the locks of her hair absentmindedly.

"Mhm," she hums quietly, her eyes firmly closed now as she snuggles closer to you, adjusting herself to become comfortable. "G'night, Y/N."

"Night, Lisa."

-

The music was loud- blaring even. You were slightly buzzed enough where you didn't care, however, hanging out on the couch with the others. You leaned against Jimin, but your eyes flickered across from Xiyeon to Jungkook, who sat on the arm of the couch. This was the first time you saw him since you last tried and failed to confront him, and though you shouldn't have been at all surprised that he was here. After all, it was more or less an obligation for him to be here to meet Jin. He still noticeably avoided your gaze, as though he knew if you two were to so much as lock eyes, it'd be a downward spiral from then on.

You saw Hoseok tense as Lisa and Jin walked in, their hands clasped together as they approached your group. Lisa was grinning brightly, but Jin seemed to be nervous. He didn't seem nearly as wound up when he met you. Then again he was only meeting one person- now he was meeting four.

"Hi, guys! This is Jin!" Lisa shouted over the music. "Jin, baby, this is Jimin. Next to him is Y/N, you already met her, and then Xiyeon and Jungkook. And finally Hoseok."

Jin's gaze immediately flew to Hoseok, as though it finally clicked in his head that this was the guy who came along before him. He didn't let his staring linger for too long, however, grinning to the rest of you. "Nice to meet you all! Forgive me, it'll take me a little while to line faces up to names. I hope you can be patient."

"No problem," Xiyeon assured him, extending her hand for him to shake. He didn't hesitate to meet it. "I'm glad that Lisa found someone."

"She failed to mention how handsome you were though," Jimin grinned, swatting Xiyeon's hand away to shake Jin's hand. His brows wiggle as he smiles smugly. "Hi, I'm Jimin."

"Back off- he's mine," Lisa says teasingly, her tone playful, though everyone knew she was deadly serious as she was pulling Jin's hand away from Jimin's grasp. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

Jimin simply shrugs, eyes still trained firmly on the handsome man in front of him. "Had to give it a shot, didn't I?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lisa laughs, rolling her eyes. She still threateningly stares daggers at the boy, attempting to stare him down, but Jimin simply smiles back, absolutely impenetrable.

"I'm gonna, um, get a drink," Hoseok interrupts, quickly departing from the group.

Your eyes trail after him, and you get up. "I'll come, too."

You don't give Hoseok time to protest, following him closely into the kitchen. The two of you got cans of beer. You knew Hoseok didn't want to go back to the party, the two of you stowed away in one of the quieter rooms in the frat house. Still, silence hung between you two as you awkwardly drank in front of one another.

You gave the man a sympathetic look, frowning at how glum he was. He wasn't nearly drunk enough to be this drunk and unenergetic. "He's nice."

Hoseok seems to snap out of his daze. "Who?"

"Jin. I said he's nice."

"I'm sure he is if Lisa's dating him," Hoseok mutters at your clarification, a tinge of bitterness in his voice. He takes a swig from his beer, and you quirk a brow at his tone.

"Are you upset? Do you not like Jin or something?" you inquired, easing into the topic.

"No, it's not that," Hoseok sighed, running his hand over his face. "It's just..."

"You could've been Jin," you put simply, speaking for what you thought he was thinking. You tried to imagine Hoseok and Lisa together- as in seriously together. Them acting lovey-dovey the way she and Jin did. Would they be a better couple than her and Jin? They certainly had a lot more history? Then again, there was a reason that they didn't work out. Then again, they didn't even try yet before it fell apart. That was the cruel irony of it all.

Hoseok bit his tongue, silent and broody, almost as though he were contemplating. "Maybe."

There's a pause between you two once more as you took in the information. You take a deep breath. "Do you regret it?" Both of you knew that there was no need for you to elaborate.

"Sometimes," Hoseok admits, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he were finally admitting it to himself as well. "I know why I did it- but sometimes I just wonder what would've happened if I took the chance."

Ah, how the tables have turned for unrequited feelings. The irony was all too easy to recognize.

"You know it's a bit too late for that, though, right?" you remind him quietly. You didn't mean to point out the obvious- truly, you didn't. You knew, however, that conversations could quickly turn on its head. The last thing you needed to give Hoseok was false hope- his big heart wouldn't be able to take it. You knew yours wouldn't be able to.

"I'm perfectly aware of that, Y/N," Hoseok says in an exasperated sigh. "But it's nothing I don't deserve, right?"

"Don't say that." You frown. Hoseok deserved happiness as much as anyone else. Sure, maybe he wouldn't be able to find that with Lisa. He lost his chances with her. But he deserved to find happiness regardless. Whether it be with family, friends, himself, or a future significant other. No one truly deserved unhappiness.

"It is, though. I tried to hold onto her without committing to her, knowing she'd still be there. I guess it never came to mind that she wouldn't always be mine and..." Hoseok stops there, feeling as though he said enough.

You stepped forward, rubbing his arm to comfort him, seeing how riled up he was getting over his inner turmoil. You could tell he had this pent up for quite a while, it seemed. "Alright, I'll admit- you were an ass," you say bluntly.

Hoseok rolls his eyes out of habit. You were simply stating the obvious, and you were known for being blunt, but you didn't blame him for yearning to hear something at least a bit more optimistic or lenient. You weren't very well known for that, however. "That's comforting."

"But," you interject, "you're not a bad person. You're my friend, and I know you. You were always there to cheer me up and encourage what was best for me, even if I didn't see it at the time. You were there to encourage me to go out and meet new people when I was at my lowest moments, and despite how shitty I acted, you still tried to cheer me up. That's a lot of patience, and that's a true friend. You deserve a happy story, too- but I think you missed your chance of having that with Lisa."

Hoseok pondered over your words before taking a deep breath. "You're probably right."

"I'm definitely right." You grin smugly, teasing him lightly as you elbow him, a small nudge to encourage him.

Hoseok smiles despite himself at your words. "Alright, fine, you're definitely right."

"There we go," you say, slugging him playfully in the arm. You try desperately to lighten the room, knowing that these deep sorts of conversations could easily become a downer. Discussing his failure with what could've been wasn't exactly the kind of conversation you wanted to have at a frat party, anyways. Usually, you just talk about what classes you're failing, who's hot and who's not, or student loans. "Do you think you'll be ok?"

"If she is with him, I'm sure I'll be as well," Hoseok confirmed with a sigh, the expression on his face showing utter defeat as he accepted the terms he had been given.

Your heart sunk at his words, but you weren't going to contribute to the situation. He knew he had his shot, and that he blew it. Now he'd have to live with the consequences. You linked arms with him comfortingly, seeing him force a grin on his face as the two of you made your way back to the group

Jin and Hoseok seemed to get along for the most part. Both were pleasant and conversed with one another. They were still rather tense, as though sizing the other one up in their head, their minds whirring as they tried to picture how the other was with Lisa. Speaking of the girl, her eyes never left the two, constantly flickering back and forth between the two men, slightly nervous. They were currently the most important boys in her life at the moment, it was only natural, although unlikely, that she wished they'd get along. Still, they were civilized.

Xiyeon spent most of her time interrogating him on what it was like to be a hand model and such. Was the pay good? What were the requirements? Did people ever randomly recognize your hands? What brands have you modeled for? How'd you start out? Did someone just randomly eye your hands and knew you were the one?

Jimin, on the other hand, was full on trying to flirt. Lisa had to do everything but beat him with a stick to make him cool it down a notch. The man was grinning and wiggling his brows the whole time through, and you could only snicker at the man, wondering to yourself what the reactions would be if you brought up the fact that Jimin used to have chlamydia a few months prior. You decided against it, however, knowing that you wouldn't be that big of an asshole.

Jungkook stayed quiet for the most part, conversing with Jin about classes and mundane topics. He even interrogated him a bit on music, automatically scrunching his nose when Jin mentioned a song in particular that you knew he absolutely despised.

Cute, you thought to yourself, seeing his nose wrinkle. You catch yourself, eyes flickering to Lisa, who grins smugly at catching you admiring Jungkook. You feel your cheeks flush, and you turn away, focusing back at the conversation at hand instead.

Still, you desperately yearned for the moment you'd be able to speak with Jungkook.

-

Your buzz remained consistent by the time you finally got the courage to confront Jungkook. Tugging at his shirt as you approached him from behind, he turned around to meet you.

"Are we gonna talk?" you shout over the music, your voice strained. You had no doubt there were eyes on you two again after what happened between you at the last party, but you couldn't care less. You were done with the embarrassment and caring about what other people thought of you. What did you have to be ashamed of?

Jungkook's face pales as he looks around the room, tensing up. "Not here."

He turns around as though to leave, but you quickly grab onto his arm, anchoring him back. "Jungkook!" you shout, making him stop. He looks at you with a confused expression, and your eyes soften. "Don't leave again," you plead.

Jungkook bites his lip, jaw clenching as he silently trods further away, the two of you making your way into a hallway. You scamper after him as you open a door, kicking the door behind you as you cross your arms.

The two of you stare at each other, not knowing who would be the one to break the silence.

You could hear the faint lyrics of an overplayed pop song, the words flowing in from the thin walls.

So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your rover,

That I know you can't afford

Pull the sheets right off the corner of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder.

You hissed. What stupid fucking lyrics. It sounded like they were describing some asshole instead of a love story. Seriously, what dick stole mattresses from their roommates? How indecent of a human being did you have to be to do such a shitty thing?

"I hate this song," you and Jungkook unanimously said, to both of your surprises. You find yourself grinning despite yourself, and Jungkook chuckles, the two of you lock eyes. Your similar tastes in music were what brought you two together in the first place, it figured that in this situation your distaste for the same music would contribute.

Your chuckles soon die down, and you're left to interact.

"You can't avoid me forever," you tell him quietly, the background music slightly muffled from behind the closed door. You could feel the vibrations from the wood you leaned against. Pity it had to be such a sucky pop song to set the already grim mood.

"I'm not avoiding you," Jungkook hastily says. You give him a pointed look, and he lets out a defeated sigh. "Well... I'm just nervous or something- that's all."

"What do you have to be nervous about? I'm the one who confessed," you remind him.

Jungkook sighs, running his hands over his hair as he walks to the bed, sitting down. "It's complicated."

"What's complicated?" you question, sitting next to him. "You like me or you don't. It's alright- I can handle rejection, Jeon. I've coped with the fact you don't like me back for... for weeks now. But I still want us to talk."

"I never said I didn't like you," Jungkook interjected quickly, his voice sharp.

You quirk a brow. "You ran away. I wouldn't exactly call that accepting someone's confession."

"No, I like you back, I do," Jungkook sighs.

You shake your head. "If you liked me back, why would you have rejected me? The constant apologizing and trying to get away from me as quickly as possible?"

"Because I don't deserve you!" Jungkook blurted out. He buries his head in his hands, tossing himself back to lay flat against the bed. He repeats the words, a broken whisper as he seems to admit it not only to you but to himself. "I don't deserve you."

You're quiet at that. "Why would you say such a thing?"

"Because I'm not good enough for my parents, and I wasn't even good enough for the girls who only wanted my money- how could I possibly be good enough for you?" Jungkook whispered to himself. "I had liked you for so long but self-sabotaged myself because I knew I'd never have you- and I was ok with that. I could deal with disappointment- I didn't let myself get my hopes up. But when you confessed I realized exactly how pathetic I was, that I'd be doing you a great injustice of tormenting you into being with me."

Jungkook's eyes water and you see a shiny tear slide down the side of his face.

"Jungkook, you're a complete idiot," you say softly. "I can't believe you could even think something like that. You're worth the world and more. It wouldn't be a burden to be with you- it'd be... I don't know what it'd be, but I'd be grateful. I like being with you, whether it's as friends or something more, so being in a relationship... I'd be happy to have that. You deserve happiness, Jungkook, whether that's with me or yourself."

You place your hand on his wrist, moving his hands away from his face to look him in the eye. "Those other girls didn't see what a great person they had in front of them. I'd like you regardless of your money. You're priceless in that sense. And your parents want what's best for you- otherwise, they wouldn't care. Sure, they judged me, but based on the girls who had hurt you before by using you, it's only natural for them to assume the worst from someone who outwardly seems just like them."

He avoids your gaze, and in an effort to force him to listen to you, you straddle him. As though on instinct he grips your hips, but you're quick to pry them off, pinning his wrists to the bed. It was strange being truly on top for once, having the power. Sure, he could easily get up, his brute strength and brawn making it easy for him to simply overpower you, but he laid limp beneath you, putting up no effort or struggle to get up. You kept him firmly planted against the mattress, staring him in the eye.

"Jungkook, look at me. There are so many great things about you. You're empathetic and there for people when they need you most. You're so afraid of disappointing people, but in reality, you're so much more than they could even dream of. You're a good person inside and out, and I know you don't think you deserve much, but I know you do. It took me a while to realize I deserve those things, too."

"Of course you deserve those things," Jungkook speaks up. "You've been hurt continuously- you deserve a break. You deserve something good for once."

You smile weakly. "What if you were that good thing?"

Jungkook sighs, as though it were exhausting to even try to get you to comprehend what he was trying to say. "I highly doubt that."

"How come?"

"Because it'd be a burden to love me," Jungkook whispers quietly.

Your heart shatters at his words, and you feel your eyes water. A tear slips down your cheeks, and you hastily wipe them away with your hands, but Jungkook could see. His face crumbles along with yours, and he reaches up to wipe the tear off of your cheek, catching it with his thumb.

"Don't cry, I'm sorry. Please don't cry," Jungkook pleads softly, his voice tight.

"You're such an idiot," you say weakly. It was so strange- someone as great as Jungkook believing he wasn't even worthy of love. What made it truly heartbreaking was that you used to think the exact same way.

"I know," he says softly.

"No- you're an idiot for really thinking you'd be a burden. You're fucking wonderful, Jungkook, and it crushes me that you don't love yourself as much as I love you and I just-" You begin to sob, your body shaking as Jungkook sits up. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his firmly. "You're so fucking stupid."

Jungkook freezes at your words, slowly pulling back to look you in the eye. His eyes water along with yours, and before you know it your lips are pressed together, and he's falling back onto the mattress. Your lips are firm against his, and you taste the salt on your lips, realizing he was crying as well.

You pull back slightly, your lips still brushing together, barely touching. "We shouldn't do this- you still need to figure out how you feel."

He places your head in his hands, cradling your face gently. "I know exactly how I feel about you."

"And I feel the same way, I just-" You feel yourself start to choke up once again. "I just wish you got to see how wonderful you really are."

Jungkook frowns slightly, wounded at the thought of disappointing you. "It's just hard for me to see those things, I suppose."

You press your lips tenderly against his once again. "Then let me help you."

Jungkook's hands slide up your sides, your shirt lifting the fabric as it bunched around his wrists. You reached down, lifting it above your head as though you were unwrapping a present. Jungkook's eyes wander over the sight of you in your bra, his eyes starry despite the fact he's seen you shirtless countless times before. You unhook it, letting the straps slide off your arms as you toss it aside.

"You're beautiful," Jungkook mumbles, his hands coming up to grope your chest.

"So are you, you piece of shit," you mumble, causing him to laugh as you grip his shirt, urging him to tug it off as well.

"God, I never would've pictured you as the cheesy type," Jungkook murmured, tugging his shirt off.

"Well, I wouldn't have pictured someone with a body and personality like yours to be the insecure type, but here we are," you bite back, unbuttoning your jeans to make them looser. You tug at Jungkook's hand as you slid it towards your lower stomach. He followed suit once you let go, his hand sliding behind the hem of your jeans and panties to dive between your lips.

"My babygirl's already so wet for me, isn't she?" Jungkook mumbled, digits sliding up and down your heat. You shuddered at his sensitive touch against your clit, rocking your hips against his hand. "Can anyone else get you this wet?"

"No," you say breathily. "Please touch me, Jungkook."

"Where? I've already got my hands on your greedy cunt, babygirl," Jungkook hisses, hand sliding up so that his calloused fingertips could properly rub at your slippery clit, a circular motion that had you arching your back.

You leaned back, gripping his knees, your head tossed back. "There, Jungkook, fuck."

"Mm, so greedy," Jungkook teases, as you quickly get out of your jeans and panties, completely bare before him. You spread your legs again in front of him, hips hovering above his own as his hand is back on your cunt, sliding his hand back down, slipping two digits easily inside of you. "You're swallowing my fingers whole already."

"You fucking tease," you grumble, lifting your hips to dock back and forth on his fingers. He crooks them inside of you, already so attuned to your body that he finds your g-spot within a millisecond. You let out a whimper as he repeatedly hits it, and you vigorously ride his fingers.

"Yeah, I'm a tease. But it takes a tease to make you so desperate, hm? Now put on a good show for me, cockslut," Jungkook urges on. You spread your legs further, giving him a full view of his fingers appearing and disappearing inside of you. Your greedy pussy swallows the digits whole, even as he slides in a third one to give you a proper stretch. You're so wet that your juices slide down your cheeks and onto his pants, sure enough making a mess of him.

It's funny that just one minute you were talking so seriously, both of you crying as Jungkook revealed not what he felt for you, but what he felt for himself. And now you were on top of him, completely naked, and so turned on you didn't know what to do with yourself.

At that thought, you climb off of him, quickly undoing his pants, slipping them down his legs until he was just in his boxers. "Let me go down on you, baby," you say, springing his erection out. You pump it in your hand, the girth and length comfortable in your palm. Something about it made you feel so at home.

Jungkook groans as you lower your head, tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Your tongue sweeps along the underside before you sink further down. Jungkook instinctively bucks his hips into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You gag instinctively, but bury yourself further down, your nose pressing against his pelvic bone, brushing the fine pubic hair.

"Holy shit," Jungkook gasped out, feeling you swallow around him, the walls of your throat constricting around his dick as you struggle to keep your head down. "Your mouth is fucking amazing."

You squirmed, squeezing your thighs together. It always made you so wet to hear his praises, and the moans that he let out as he tossed his head back and lifted his hips from the sheets- that was probably your biggest turn on.

You take him down as best you can, bobbing your head as you let yourself breathe through your nose once you're at the top, but soon enough Jungkooks hands are tangled in your hair, maneuvering you to sink further down to the base of his cock. The feeling is delicious, and your breath is stolen from you. However, simply glancing up to him, his sweaty form, beads forming along his broad and buff chest, his neck exposed as he tilts his head back- it knocked the breath out of your lungs all over again.

Your walls constricted around his length, convulsing until he yanked harshly at your hair. You popped off, breathless, drool dripping down your chin and onto his thighs. You were a hot mess, but Jungkook couldn't help but get aroused at the sight. He wipes the spit off of your face. "So pretty," he cooes, licking his lips as he admires your wrecked form.

"Lay down," you urge, your hands firmly planted on his chest as you smack him down, back to the mattress. His back bounces against it as you straddle him, spreading your legs as you grip his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

"I'm topping this time," you tell him with a wink, sinking down onto him.

He lets out a hiss, eyeing as his girth disappeared into your folds. "We'll see about that," he says, his hands coming up to grip your hips. You're quick, slapping his hands down beside his head as you lean over, pinning him.

"No touching, baby," you purr, lifting your hips as you begin to ride him. It's a delicious feeling, the comforting and familiar stretch as he moves within you, your wetness making it easy for him to glide inside of you. You move at your own pace, a slower one as you make sure to make every twist of your hips count. The feeling has Jungkook groaning, enjoying the feeling of you fucking against him.

"Shit, babygirl, just like that," Jungkook growls, his voice a low rasp.

You smirk at that, maneuvering your hips in a way that had another low growl emit from deep in his chest, all the way to the depths of his lungs. "Like that?"

"Mm, just like that," he purrs seductively. "I suggest you hold on, baby."

"Hold on? Why would I- oh fuck."

Jungkook's hips slam back to yours, his balls slapping against your ass with vigorous force. You have no choice but to press your hands against his chest, struggling to keep your balance as you truly begin to ride him, his thighs slapping against your ass as he repeatedly lifts his hips from the bed to thrust into you. Although you were on top, he always seemed to find a way to take control.

"Awe, someone struggling to stay on?" he cooed mockingly, a smug smile on his face.

"S-Shut up and fuck me," you hiss bitterly, your voice tight as you focus on how he hits your sweet spot. Your arms shake, and Jungkook laughs at your struggle. He reaches back, knowing you won't be able to protest, his hand slipping down to your ass, pressing his middle finger inside. At that single movement, you feel yourself come undone, giving up in a sense as you collapse against his chest as he continuously fucks you.

"Fuck, you're always so tight, no matter how hard I fuck you," Jungkook groans, his thrusts getting sloppy. "Touch yourself for me. I wanna see you cum."

Your weak arm is able to lift itself, slithering between your sweaty bodies to rub your clit. You gasp out at the feeling, creaming over his cock as you feel your orgasm wash over you, your climax finally reaching.

"Mm, that's it, baby, cum for me," Jungkook encourages, feeling the way you quake and clench down on him. "Just like that."

He follows closely as you clamp yourself down on him like a vice, trapping him as you milk him for all he's worth. His seed spills into you, filling you up thoroughly. You're both breathless and panting, chest to chest as you look at each other.

You lift yourself, brushing your hair aside as to not cover his face when you speak to him. "Don't run from me again," you say quietly. "I need you to confront me properly for the problems we have in the future."

"Future?" Jungkook wonders aloud.

You smile softly at that, twisting a lock of his magenta hair around your finger. "That is if you let us have a future."

Jungkook's quiet at that.

"I know how you feel about yourself- but I want you to tell me what you want. Not what you think I want or need- but what you truly want and need. And if that involves being with me, I'll be with you every step of the way," you promise him, brushing his cheek, caressing the skin. "You say the word and I'll stay or leave. But I'll always be here for you- because that's just the kind of person I am."

Jungkook's eyes soften at that. "I want a future with you."

You grin at that, pressing your lips softly against his. You snuggle into his chest, ignoring the sticky skin, instead enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours as he wraps his arms around you. His embrace feels like stepping into your childhood home, and you feel instantly comfortable.

"If it gives you the happiness you deserve, then I want that, too."

His fingers thread through your hair, softly massaging your scalp as he plays with the locks interwoven with his fingers. "Are you sure about this? About us?" he questions. He pauses. "About me?"

"Of course I'm sure. I've never been more sure about someone or something in my life," you confirm, not doubting your words.

"You used to hate me, you know," Jungkook reminds me. "I annoyed you."

"You still annoy me," you say, smiling at the words.

"Then why do you want me?"

"Because I want every part of you. I want the good and the bad. I want the annoying and the empathetic. I don't want you to be perfect, Jungkook. You're so perfectly imperfect that I can't stand it, to be frank. I wouldn't change a single thing about you," you tell him honestly.

Jungkook smiles at that, and for a moment you wonder if he's crying again. He presses a kiss on the top of your head, and you feel his grin as he does so. "I'm sure about you, too," he whispers softly in your ear.

-

Months Later

The scene seems familiar. You're outside the very same restaurant, about to see Jungkook's parents once again. Your hand is clasped very firmly with his, and you feel yourself holding your breath. The only difference is that you're actually dressed like yourself- similarly to Jungkook. Dark clothes that still showed some of your tattoos, making sure you didn't appear to be ashamed of them, despite how fancy the restaurant was.

"Hey, don't be so tense. You met them before," Jungkook teased, a grin on his face.

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend. "And that went wonderfully, last time I checked."

"Well, this time you'll be yourself," Jungkook reminds you.

"But what if that isn't even enough? What if they hate the real me as much as they did the fake me?" you wonder aloud, your tone nervous. You were actually going to meet them as Jungkook's official girlfriend, and this time you wouldn't be pretending to be someone you weren't. It was nerve-wracking, to be honest.

"I don't care what they think. I mean, sure, I want them to like you. But when it comes down to it, I like you for you, no matter what they say. You're the person who taught me that I had self-worth, and no one's opinion will change how I see you."

You find yourself smiling at his words. You nudge him lightly with your elbow, grinning. "You're too much sometimes."

He mimics your grin. "It's true, though. Even you know that."

"Whatever." You roll your eyes.

"We don't have to see them. I can always cancel if you really don't want to do this," he offers.

"No, no, I want to do this," you say, taking in a deep breath. "I need to stop stalling, anyway."

Jungkook nods, and soon the two of you are walking into the restaurant. You two were clearly an odd sight, the rest of the people giving you odd stares. The women wore pearls and diamonds, and you wore a choker. Their heels gave more height compared to your combat boots, but at least your jeans were about as tight as their dresses. You had that going for you, in a sense. However, despite how awkward you felt in comparison, there was some comfort in knowing that Jungkook looked just as strange as you in this social setting. He still seemed completely at home, though, paying no attention to the stares, simply squeezing your hand as the two of you made your way over to the parents' table.

The mother gives you a once over, the gears in her head turning as it clicks that you're the same girl from before, though with a rather drastic change. "This girl, again?" she questions, eyes flickering to Jungkook.

"This is Y/N- my girlfriend," Jungkook clarifies, tugging you closer to him.

"Didn't we meet you, before?" Jungkook's father questions, a bit slower than the mother.

"Er- yes," you cough awkwardly. "And... this is me. I'm not some conservative princess who wears white and acts like an angel. I like rock music that would make the elderly hate the youth, dark clothes that look as though I'm your typical goth, and I'm undeniably, completely in love with your son. And I'm done pretending to be someone I'm not- so like me or not, I have no immediate plans to change who I am."

There's a moment of silence, a sense of a standoff between you and Jeon's mother. Jungkook's hand feels clammy in yours as his eyes flicker between you and his mother. She analyzes you, her eyes flickering over your frame. Her mouth goes small, and she squints at you, as though trying to tell whether or not you were being genuine.

Slowly, she extends her hand, a small approving smile stretching across her gorgeous features. "Welcome to the family," she says.

You let out a breath of relief, shock overwhelming you as you meet her hand. Your chest swells with pride, and you look to Jungkook in utter glee. He stares back approvingly, glowing to see that his mother approved of you and liked you.

Staring into Jungkook's eyes at that moment, you knew that you had never felt so at home.

Finally, you were no longer so lost.

[irwingiggling]

westbrook | pt. 2

[pt. 1 here]

A/N: Here’s part 2, hope you enjoy! xx

Summary: In which Ashton is one of the leaders of the Westbrook Dragons, a gang who often feuds with the Vipers for control of the streets. After hearing of her estranged father’s death, Marina comes to Westbrook to fix up his house and sell it. Coming from a privileged neighborhood, the last thing Marina expects is to move in next door to a gang’s hideout.

Word Count: 2,300+

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Mild language.

Marina sat on the uncomfortable, ripped couch, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the dark red paint and dog-eared band posters that littered the walls. The blinds were partially closed, dusty, and an old, peeling gold colour that hadn't been fashionable for decades. One single light, enclosed by an industrial-looking rusted cage, buzzed away loudly in the middle of the room as it struggled to cast even a dim light against its surroundings. Marina sighed, tapping her foot impatiently against the stained carpet. 

"Look, if now is a bad time, I can always come back," she said. Obviously she had no plans to ever come back to this hellhole, but maybe this man would be dumb enough to let her go.

"You're not fucking leaving," he growled menacingly from his seated position near the door.

"Ok," she peeped quietly, gaze shifting to the floor. She couldn't bring herself to say anything more, figuring it would probably be safest to stay silent for the rest of her time in the room. After what felt like hours, she heard the faint growl of a motorcycle pulling up to the front of the house.

"The boss is back," he mumbled, mostly to himself, as he got up from his spot on a ripped leather office chair. "Now you stay right fucking here!" he yelled, pointing a finger at her for good measure as he moved towards the door. "If you move so much as an inch I swear to god I'll know about it. Got it?!"

She nodded quickly, not wanting to anger the scary tall guy any more than what he was already.

"Good." He slammed the door behind himself as he left, emphasizing his point.

She sighed, rubbing her face. How did she even get herself into these situations? Her feet ached from being in the heels, but she didn't dare take them off because she wasn't sure what awaited her. Maybe the opportunity would come where she could make a run for it and call the police? Or maybe she'd be held captive here for weeks?

She pushed those thoughts away and pricked her ears to see if she could listen in to the conversation outside. However, as desperately as she tried, she could only hear muffled voices.

A short while after, she heard two sets of footsteps walking down the hallway towards her. "She's in here," the man from earlier said. At first Marina shrank back as she saw the doorknob jiggle, but then she mentally slapped herself. Get it together, she told herself. You can talk your way out of any situation. Just stay confident and cool, she told herself, releasing the breath she'd been holding in.

At this moment, the door opened and a pair of honey brown eyes locked on hers. She instantly knew they belonged to the same person she'd seen driving by at the funeral. The lead motorcyclist.

He had messy, curly brown hair, and he was tall - at least six feet. A collection of tattoos littered both his left and right arms. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a plain t-shirt, and that familiar leather jacket that everyone seemed to wear around here. He was holding his black motorcycle helmet with his right hand, which he promptly deposited on top of the desk. The collection of chunky rings that he wore stood out to her, but what stood out even more were his fingers themselves. They were average in thickness, but abnormally long. With an inward sigh she thought about all the potential piano talent he'd wasted when he'd decided to take this terrible path in life.

"Hi," he began. He seemed friendlier, yet almost more serious than the man from before. If he wasn't the boss of this gang, he was definitely high up. She could feel the confidence and carefree, yet serious attitude that exuded from him. "I'm Ashton," he said, easily crossing the distance of the room with his long legs. He extended his right hand out towards her.

She nodded, shaking his hand firmly. "Marina," she replied, looking straight into his eyes. It was an assertive techinique she often used at the bank to get customers to believe she knew what she was doing (which she often, though not always, did). She figured it wouldn't work that well on Ashton, due to his dominant personality, but at least it would show him that she wasn't a pushover.

He nodded, chuckling slightly as he leaned back against the scuffed wooden desk, surveying her with his arms folded across his chest. "I have to say this doesn't happen very often. Some girl pushes her way right into our house."

"You own this place?" she asked, looking around skeptically. It didn't seem as though anyone had owned it in a long time.

"Well, not technically. But it's been one of our main bases for a while now."

"So what, you're some kind of gang?" she asked, eyes flitting to the logo that had been cut from a t-shirt material and pasted onto the back of the brown door. The same logo both of them were wearing on their leather jackets.

He smiled lightly, running a hand through his curls. "I guess you could say that. We're the Westbrook Dragons, and we run the streets around here."

"Awesome," she sighed unenthusiastically. "Look, I really didn't come here to chat, and I don't even care what drug deals you guys are doing, even though I'm sure they're super illegal. I just wanted you guys to turn your music down. If you let me go, I'll leave you alone. I just wanna sell my dad's house and get out of here, I'm not planning on staying long."

"Good," he said curtly, picking up on her tone. "Glad to know we won't have any problems with you." He stood up and grabbed the door handle, opening it wide and gesturing for her to exit.

"Really, I can go?" she asked, jumping up, hardly believing her luck.

"Sure. But I'll be watching," he said quietly, staring at her as she passed by him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, staring back at him.

He chuckled lightly, turning his head slightly to examine her. "You'll see."

Well that's just excellent, Marina thought to herself the next morning, sighing as she put in a pair of diamond earrings. She looked at herself in the mirror, tucking a strand of hair behind her right ear just so, and smoothing out her cream blouse and grey pencil skirt. Trust her father to live next door to a drug house - she couldn't even imagine what this would do to the already mediocre property value if word got out.

Her mother had already scheduled to have a realtor visit today to give an initial appraised value. They would also be able to discern what specific updates were needed to get the property to sell the quickest, and at a fair price.

She looked out the window, at the house next door. It was such a huge eyesore, she sighed. In fact, at that moment, she saw a man loading a duffel bag filled with god knows what onto the back of a motorcycle, before speeding off. She groaned. This was really not what she needed right now. If the realtor saw that, it was an instant price slash. She decided there was only one thing to do. She'd mostly recovered from her traumatic first encounter with the neighbours last night, and decided there was no harm in going back and giving them a piece of her mind. She’d be damned if she let some lowlife gang members screw up her business plan.

She knocked on the front door loudly, and quickly took 10 steps back, taking care to avoid the collection of motorcycles and dilapidated cars that scattered the driveway. No way was she standing close enough to be dragged into that dungeon again. The door opened shortly after, and the same guy with the colourful hair opened it.

He smirked, amused at the distance she'd created between herself and the house.

"Don't fucking try that shit on me again, buddy. I'm staying well away from you."

He looked at her with a half-smirk, leaning against the door frame.

"I came over to tell you and the rest of your gang to keep it presentable around here. I'm having a real estate agent come by later today, and I don't want any drug deals or other weird shit going on, alright? I'm sure you're not aware, but disclosing that your house is beside a gang doesn't exactly increase your property value," she said, crossing her arms. "And the sooner that house is sold, the sooner I'm out of your hair."

"Is that it?" he yawned, looking disinterested.

"I'm serious. I'm not scared of you guys, if that's what you think."

He actually laughed at her. "I don't think you even know the half of what we're capable of. Our boss was feeling very forgiving when he let you go, but next time you might not be so lucky..." he trailed off, moving the hem of his flannel shirt back as he rested his hand on his hip, exposing what looked suspiciously like a gun tucked into his belt.

She stood there, trying to keep her cool demeanour. Of course she was scared. She was scared shitless. Her all-girls private school didn't exactly prepare her for how to negotiate with armed drug dealers. She sent him as menacing of a glare as she could muster, and, figuring it was better to keep her mouth shut at this point, she turned on her heel and walked briskly back up the driveway.

"There," Marina said to herself with a satisfied smile as she set the last vase of flowers down on the kitchen table. After her second encounter with the Dragons' security, she'd spent the rest of the morning grocery shopping - since she was going to be living here for a little while, she might as well make herself at home. She also got her mother's recommendation for one of the nicest flower shops around Westbrook. She knew how much some flowers and house plants could spruce up a place, and even though she realized the house wasn't the nicest - a far cry from her mother's estate, or even their whimsical summer cottage on the lake - she still wanted to make a good first impression with the realtor, all the same.

It was now just 10 minutes from when the realtor was scheduled to show up. She took one last look around the entire place, making sure she'd done all the cleaning she needed to, and that all the flowers and plants were positioned perfectly. She heard a knock at the door and froze. He was early! She quickly trotted over to the door, heels clacking loudly against the weathered hardwood floor.

She fixed her hair one last time, and put on a large, approachable smile, before opening the door.

Her expression quickly fell when she saw who was actually there. None other than the gang leader from yesterday, Ashton, stood on her doorstep. This time he was wearing his leather jacket around his waist, paired with some black skinny jeans and a cutoff muscle tee. He took the pair of round sunglasses from his face, and peered down at her.

She wasn't sure how you greeted a gang member, so she stayed silent, keeping her hand firmly against the door so it only opened part way.

The first sentence that left his mouth was not what she was expecting to hear. "Why do you wear those fucking heels all the time?" he asked, staring down at her feet.

She scoffed lightly, instantly offended at his choice to ridicule her footwear. "Because I'm a lady. I have to look presentable. What do you think the world would be like if we all walked around in leather jackets and scuffed boots?" she asked rhetorically.

Ashton narrowed his eyebrows, looking down at the leather jacket that rested against his hips.

She sighed. "I just meant-"

"Oh. Trust me, I know exactly what you meant," he said sharply.

"Look," she began, mirroring his tone. "I'm not hear to cause trouble. I'm just here to fix up the house, sell it, and leave. Believe me, I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be here."

"Glad to hear, princess."

She rolled her eyes at his childish response. This Ashton guy was definitely getting on her nerves. "Look, I have a realtor coming in 10 minutes, and I can't have you anywhere near here," she snapped, giving him a shove.

The side of his mouth quirked up into a half-smirk, like he found her actions funny. "Is that so?" he asked, leaning forwards, causing one of his unruly curls to fall against his forehead. "Well you'll be happy to know that I just came over to tell you that, like I said yesterday, I'll be watching. For as long as you're here, I'll be coming over unannounced to make sure you're keeping your promise."

"What promise?" she demanded, crossing her arms against her chest.

"That you'll be keeping our location secret, and that you won't be telling any of your little friends from your hometown, especially your mom, what's going on here."

"How- how do you know about my mom?" she asked, her stony expression faltering.

He smirked, knowing he had her.

"Let's just say I... have my sources," he replied, staring at her intimidatingly.

Now she stared fiercely back, meeting his gaze. "Well fuck you too," she said bluntly. "I haven't done anything to you and now you're threatening my family?" she demanded, voice rising with every word.

He flashed her an annoyingly calm smile and a nod. "You have a good day now, Marina," he said, putting his sunglasses back on and turning away.

She let out a noise that sounded like an angry growl, and slammed the door closed. She was furious at this guy, and how he seemed to know how to push all of her buttons.

Meanwhile, Ashton smirked as he walked down the porch steps. This girl had some serious lady balls, even if she was a total prude.

[read pt. 3 here]

[docsamurai]

Let’s Kill Hitler - Chapter 1

Don’t know how long this is going to be, but I got a rather fun idea at lunch today and by the time I made it home after work I knew I needed to turn it into at least a short story. There’ll probably be at least another couple of chapters, enjoy though.

For the 4th time in the last hour George checked his phone in a futile attempt to will a signal to appear from out of nowhere. Obviously he wasn’t going to find wifi in Cleveland in the 1920s but he still checked, mostly out of habit. George went back to doing situps in his cell, wracking his brain in a desperate attempt to find some way to fix all of this. The sergeant was leaning back in his chair, half asleep with his feet propped up on his desk. Without opening his eyes the sergeant groaned and shifted in his seat. “Keep it down in there chink.”

George sat on the thin, threadbare mattress and rubbed the bridge of his nose where he could feel a headache coming on. It had only been a day since he woke up hungover in the middle of the street over a hundred years in the past, but it felt like a lifetime. The door to the holding area swung open and bald man in a crisp black suit carrying a briefcase walked in startling the sergeant out of his nap. The frowning man looked around the station before finally locking eyes with the sergeant who was lurching to his feet. “Who in the hell-“

The bald man opened his jacket to show his badge before extending a hand towards the sergeant “Officer Donnely. Travis Coal, FBI. I’m here to collect Mr. Li who it appears you have in custody.” The sergeant looked at the FBI agent and down at the extended hand, not fully comprehending what was happening. Cautiously Sergeant Donnely finally took the offered hand and went to get the key to the holding cell. Donnely stopped in front of the cell, the key in his hand before a thought occurred to him and he turned back to Agent Coal. Before Donnely could say anything Agent Coal held up a hand and cut him off. “I’ve already filed the transfer paperwork, your captain signed off on it a moment ago. The sooner I have Mr. Li, the sooner I can let you get back to your… work.”

Donnely’s jaw flexed as his temper flared at the Agent’s implied insult but he sighed and let it go. Shrugging Donnely unlocked the cell door and slid it open with a heavy clank. The color drained from George’s face as he realized his day was going from bad to worse. Having to put up with racist police was bad enough, but now federal agents were getting involved and somehow they already knew his name. “I swear, I didn’t do anything. I’m just trying to get…” George’s voice trailed off as Agent Coal’s frown deepened and he brought out a pair of handcuffs. Sergeant Donnely trudged back to his desk and propped his feet up again as Agent Coal led George out of the station and into the back of a car waiting outside.

Travis Coal sighed and unlocked the handcuffs before climbing into the driver’s seat. The agent pulled a phone out of his inner jacket pocket and swiped through a few screens as he muttered under his breath. “For fucks sake George, did you have any kind of goddamn plan?” George sat wide eyed in the back seat stammering through his excuses before a realization finally clicked. “Wait, you’re from the future too?” Travis glanced meaningfully down at the phone in his hand and before giving George a withering glare. “What gave it away?” Travis sighed and scratched a patch of stubble on the back of his head. “Yes, moron, I’m from the future. I’m not with the FBI though I do work for the government, specifically the Bureau of Time Traveler Affairs.”

George gave Travis a blank stare and shrugged, Travis grunted in response and started the car. “Short version: it’s my job to come back and rescue idiots like you who get the bright idea to try and time travel and get stuck. I gotta say it’s usually only white guys that are dumb enough to do this.” Travis put the Chevy series FB in gear and pulled out into traffic. “We just need to get far enough out of town to open up a return portal without causing a commotion and then we can get back to our own time.”

George started to reach for his phone again out of habit before sheepishly sliding it back in his pocket and shifting in his seat. “Am I going to be in trouble?” Travis looked back at him and let his frown soften a bit. The guy was an idiot but he was in over his head and at least he wasn’t being a jackass about it. “A little bit. The time lab your friend worked for isn’t happy but nothing got broken so they’re not pressing charges. There’s some fines for misuse of a Time Portal and you’ll also need to cover the cost of the tests we’re going to have to run to make sure we didn’t pick up any diseases that are supposed to be dead but you’re not going to jail or anything.”

A long moment of silence passed as George fidgeted in the back seat before Travis finally pulled his phone out and opened a recording app. “We’ll have to take a statement anyway so we might as well do it now. Please state your name and date of birth for the record.” “George Li. August 2nd 2007” “We recorded a time portal between June 18th 2032 and June 18th 1923, is it correct that you went through that portal and went back to that timeline?” “Yes.” “The current local time is 18:00 on June 19th 1923 meaning you have been in the past for approximately 18 hours. Is that accurate?” “Yes.” “During that time did you make any significant alteration to the timeline? For instance, have you possibly impregnated anyone or killed anyone?” “…No.”

Travis glanced back at George and stopped the recording. “You paused there. If something happened I need to know about it. I don’t care what it was, I just need to know for the record.” George shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I was kinda drunk when I got here. I don’t remember hooking up, but it could have happened.” Travis cleared his throat. “Any deaths? Even accidental ones? Again, I just need to know for our records.” George shook his head. Travis nodded and resumed the recording. “In your own words, what was your purpose in time travelling?”

“So I was out with my friend Nick, the guy who worked at the time lab, and he was telling me about how they had a time machine. I didn’t believe him, but he kept telling me how they used it all the time for boring nerd crap like research. We had a few beers, then some shots, and he asked me if I wanted to use the time machine at the lab and go ‘do some wild west shit’. I told him that I always wanted to kill Hitler. Next thing I know I’m waking up a hundred years in the past with a hangover.”

Travis groaned and shook his head. “Of course you did. That’s all for now.” Travis tapped the button on his screen and turned off the recording. They drove in silence the rest of the way to the outskirts of town where they found an empty field. Travis parked the car and opened the back door to find George crying in the back. “Oh come on, that’s really unnecessary.” George sniffled and drew a shuddering breath. “Please man, I can’t go to prison! I just wanted to do something good and then I got drunk and next thing I know I’m stuck in a weird time and I don’t know where I am and my phone didn’t work and I didn’t know how to get home and-“

Travis raised his hands, cutting George off. “It’s fine, you’re not going to prison, I already told you that. Just calm down. Besides if we were going to lock up every person who went back in time to kill Hitler we’d have to build a much bigger jail.” George stopped hyperventilating and his brow furrowed as he thought about what Travis said. “Wait, so other people tried to kill Hitler too? How come no one got him?”

Travis pulled up his suit sleeve and started tapping buttons on a device on his wrist. “Tried and succeeded for the most part. Lots of people have done it. Hell I’ve done it. Killing Hitler is a common enough time travel situation we literally use it as part of basic training for Time Agents.” Travis looked up to see George standing dumbfounded with his head cocked to the side and his mouth hanging open. Travis sighed and smiled slightly at George. “Ah, so here’s the thing, time travel doesn’t work the way you think it does. It’s called Multiverse Theory. When you go back in time and change something, you’re not changing your own timeline. Let’s say you somehow made it all the way to Germany, found Hitler, killed him and then came back to your own time. In your original time nothing would have changed. Hitler would still be dead, just at the time he was supposed to be dead. The alternate reality you created when you travelled back in time would have a dead Hitler and then history would change from there, but only in that alternate reality.

George leaned against the hood of the car and looked off into the distance. “So it wouldn’t mean anything?” Travis shrugged “Nothing we do really means anything. There’s infinite realities out there so every choice we make, whether it’s big or small, what you have for lunch or whether or not you kill Hitler, there’s another reality out there where you made a different decision.” George’s shoulders slumped as he thought about what he just heard. “That’s big man.” Travis nodded and patted George on the shoulder. “I know, it’s a lot to take in. Personally I find it’s best to just focus on the now and be a good person.

Travis checked the map on his phone and hit one more button on the device on his wrist and a dark swirling portal opened in front of them. “Come on, let’s go home.” George continued to lean against the car, deep in thought. “Come on George, the portal is only going to be open for a few more minutes and if we don’t go now it’ll take hours for it to charge back up.”

George looked back at Travis, a strange look in his eye and a big grin on his face. “Hey, it’s Travis right? Can I call you T?” “I’d really rather you didn’t” “Cool, so hey bro, it doesn’t matter what we do here right? Like I could go kill Hitler and it wouldn’t change anything? And we can use that thing on your wrist to get us back home any time right?” Travis groaned and shook his head “Oh no, I see where this is going.” George jumped off the car and clapped his hands “C’mon bro, I’ve always wanted to kill Hitler. He’s Hitler! History’s greatest monster! And if we get in trouble we can just use your portal thing to escape. I promise I’ll go back as soon as we’re done and whatever fines I’ve gotta pay it’ll be worth it.”

The portal wavered for a moment, catching Travis’ eye. Travis looked into the swirling energies of time and sighed. “George, listen to me. We have no IDs, no food, no money, no weapons and we’re 4000 miles away from Germany. There’s infinite possibilities yeah, but I’d really rather not be in one of the ones where I die a hundred years and a thousand miles from home. Besides, what exactly would we gain from going through all the trouble of killing Hitler? It’s been done!”

George grinned and practically bounced on the balls of his feet. “C’mon man. You’re all smart and shit, I’m sure between the two of us we can figure it out. Besides, It’ll be a fun story.” Travis tapped a button on his wrist and the portal closed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” George’s grin got even wider and he rushed forward to give Travis a hug. “You’re the best bro!” Travis got back in the car and started the engine. “Alright, you win, let’s go kill Hitler.”

[lofitojii]

Space [VI] FINAL

Summary: Everything is quite uncertain in this life, who is here to stay who is going to be temporary. He was, by far, the most uncertain.

Word count: 3.5k

Instagram: hallowpcy (changed for halloween)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

You didn’t really have plans of waking up that morning. In fact, you didn’t have plans on doing anything that whole day besides lay in your bed and catch up on the most recent episode of America’s Next Top Model. The bottle of wine you had opened last night laid empty on your bedside table next to the almost empty glass of wine you placed before you had gone to bed that night. Needless to say you had a pretty bad hangover. Your drinking had picked up over the past two weeks since you decided to take a small break from the world, visiting back home for a week and just taking the last few days of your vacation to yourself. During this time, you kept your phone away from you as much as you good, ignoring calls and just being alone. Taking the space that you needed.

You rolled over, the pounding headache beating against your forehead. You lifted your phone to see the normal missed calls from Mark, Jinyoung, Chanyeol, and Jongin. You hadn’t spoken to anyone over the last little while, really just wanting to clear your mind but nothing was really going how you wanted it to. Every time you thought of something that made you nervous or anxious, you turned to drinking and you could tell it was becoming a problem but you weren’t about to confront your drinking problem just quite yet.

You lifted yourself from your bed, running your hand through your messy hair. Your TV was still playing from when you fell asleep last night, talking about some big media headline that you didn’t care for. You crawled out of bed, reaching for your nearest sweater and pulling it on over your head.

You walked out into your living room, slowly making your way to your kitchen and starting a cup of coffee in hopes that it would cure your hangover. You were soon brought back to reality when there was a knock at the door. You walked over, absentmindedly opening it without checking who it was first. There stood Chanyeol, Mark, BamBam and Junmyeon, all bundled up in their winter clothes. “Oh god,” you rolled your eyes, going to close the door only to have Chanyeol wedge his foot, stopping you from slamming it in their face.

“Can’t avoid us forever,” Chanyeol smirked, pushing past you, letting the rest of the boys in. You rolled your eyes, closing the door behind them and making your way back over to your coffee pot. “Good god Y/n. How many bottles of wine have you finished?”

“Enough,” you snapped back, defending yourself. You poured your coffee into your coffee mug, stirring in milk and sugar, making it perfect. You walked into the living room, taking a seat on your couch, covering your bare legs with a blanket as the other boys followed, taking a seat on the sofa as well. “What do you guys want anyways? I still have two days left of my vacation.”

“Some vacation,” BamBam scoffed.

“Why aren’t you answering anyone's calls?” Mark finally asked.

“There’s no need to,” you took a sip from your mug. “I took these two weeks off because I needed some time alone.”

“And when that happens Y/n, you get down on yourself,” Junmyeon stated. “I’ve known you your whole life.”

“You don’t know shit,” you cursed. “Don’t pull that on me. You and the rest of the boys did not once call in the last four years, leaving me in the dark and you suddenly ‘know how I get’?”

“Don’t get mad at him Y/n. He’s just worried,” Chanyeol cooed, trying to ease the tension.

“Help with what? What is there to help?” You were growing irritated with the four boys standing there in your living room, interrogating you as if you were some sort of convict.

“Knock it off, damn it,” Mark boomed, getting to his feet. “We came here to make sure you were okay because believe it or not, you dumb ass, we care about you and you not answering our calls is one thing but snapping at us for no reason is another. We didn’t have to come see you but we did, now cut the fucking attitude and listen to what we have to say.” You were taken back by the amount of anger was in Mark’s voice. He was one to get mad easily but he had never raised his voice at you so it was a new frightening feeling.

“We’re worried that this whole fake dating thing is affecting you more than it should be,” Chanyeol spoke, quietly, trying to ease the tension from Mark’s loud voice. “We know how you feel about Jongin and by the sounds of it, you’re not doing so well.”

“And not to mention you fighting with Jinyoung,” BamBam added. “You two are really close and Jinyoung isn’t doing so well either.” You sat there, listening to your friends talk about the last two weeks, putting out on the table how you had been feeling without you having to tell them. You missed both Jongin and Jinyoung but you were so tired of how they were always fighting or how one would be mad if the other was around you.

“Your mom called Jongin’s mom,” Junmyeon got up from his spot, taking a seat next to you. “Jongin isn’t doing too well either. He’s worried sick about you and being the guy and Jongin is, he wants to respect your feelings and kept his distance but it’s killing him.”

“All this pressure,” you choked on your words, clinging your coffee cup tighter in your hands. “I don’t know how I can do this anymore.” You let out a small sob, Junmyeon reacting almost immediately as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. He rubbed your back, comforting with his quiet hums.

“Baby steps,” Junmyeon whispered to you. “I think this just requires you stepping up and addressing the issue. I know Jongin would love to know that you’re okay and Jinyoung has been dying to see you.”

“Had to lock him in his room so he didn’t bother you,” BamBam laughed, joking about his friend.

You couldn’t help but cry into Junmyeon’s chest as he held you close to him, embracing his hug fully as you clung to his sweater. You felt the rest of the boy's body rest against the two of yours, gathering in a group hug as you sat there, sobbing.

“Thank you guys,” you whispered, face smashed into Junmyeon’s chest due to the weight of the rest of the boys on you. They all laughed, pulling away, letting you lift your body so you could see them all.

You didn’t know you needed it but you were thankful that the boys came when they did. All this time you thought you needed space but in reality, you needed a shoulder to cry on. You were so thankful for your friends that day, knowing that they had come to comfort rather than to fight. You had been stubborn and misunderstanding of the situation that you didn’t want to confront it like you should have.

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You sat inside the small coffee shop you hadn’t been to in a while. You used to come here almost every day before you got your job so it was nice to come back to a familiar place after being away for so long. You took a sip from your cup, leaving the stain of lip gloss smeared across the top lid. You dabbed a napkin across your lips, removing the leftover lipgloss you had on, reapplying more so it had a glossy finish.

“Hey,” you turned around to see Jinyoung standing behind you. You got up from your spot, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. You didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so much but you did. You missed Jinyoung. He unwrapped himself from you, taking a seat across from you. “Y/n I’m so sorry about all of this. I didn’t mean to step out of line and I did and-”

“Jinyoung,” you stopped him. “I get it. I do. I appreciate your apology and I’m sorry I didn’t take notice sooner. I don’t like fighting with you and it’s been hell.” Jinyoung reached across and grabbed your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles.

“I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I should have come to you.” You had come to know that Jinyoung was a pretty stubborn person when it came to being right. He never stood up and apologized unless he knew for a fact he was wrong. He would hold a grudge for days on end, not really caring that the person he was fighting with was mad at him. Seeing him like this, in front of you, completely vulnerable and apologetic, you knew he was serious about it.

You reached across the small table, taking Jinyoung’s hand into yours and giving it a small squeeze. “I’m just glad that we’re not fighting anymore.” Jinyoung smiled and squeezed your hand back, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles once more. You pulled your hand back, taking your coffee in your hand and lifting it to your lips.

“Speaking of fighting,” he raised an eyebrow as he watched the cup this the table again. “Have you talked to Jongin? The media is going crazy with not getting anything new from you guys.”

“I know,” you sighed, lifting your hand up and running it over your head, smoothing the few stray hairs. “I need to talk to him but I just don’t know how.”

“Yeah you do,” he stated. You looked at him with a confused look on your face, wanting him to further his statement. “Don’t give me that look. You know exactly what you want to tell him and basically, everyone knows it but him.” You felt your face burn at Jinyoung’s comment. Was it really that obvious that you had these feelings for Jongin? You weren’t very good at keeping things from people, were you? “You just need to be straightforward with him. Jongin likes when people are forward with him. He’s not a beat around the bush type of guy although lately, I wouldn’t be too sure.”

Sometimes you forgot the Jinyoung and Jongin used to be good friends. It made you curious as to what had happened between the two that made them hate each other. You didn’t want to ask because you knew that Jinyoung would tell you when he was ready but that didn’t stop you from letting the curiosity build up and grow.

“Call him, Y/n. He deserves some sort of explanation as to why you disappeared for a week.” You nodded, knowing that Jinyoung was right and that you needed to explain your irrational actions. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work. Call me later and let me know how things go.”

“Hey Jinyoung,” you stopped him, grabbing his attention before he had walked out the door. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes wide with curiosity. “I love you. Thank you for being my friend.”

“I love you too, butthead.” He shot you a wink before leaving the cafe, leaving you alone once again. You had no idea how to go about the situation with Jongin. You were almost too nervous to even think about him.

The way he made you feel was something that was out of this world. Whenever you were around him, your body would just melt away and completely mold into nothing. He had a way of making you lose control of your body and mind. He was a safe base but also something that was abnormally intoxicating. You were scared to tell him how you felt because you didn’t know if he felt the same way. He has always been a guy about his work, never wanting to get sidetracked from his main goal in life and you didn’t want to be that person. You couldn’t be rejected like you were the first time.

You knocked on the big black door, keeping your hands in your pockets, hiding them from the sharp cold winter air. You felt as if your nose was about to fall off, being nipped at. The door swung open, Chanyeol quick to pull you inside to protect you from the falling snow. “You’re freezing! Where is your winter coat?”

“Back at home?” You shrugged. Chanyeol quickly grabbed a blanket from the couch, wrapping it around your arms, trying to warm up your cold body. He led you into the kitchen where Kyungsoo and Baekhyun sat, drinking out of mugs and laughing about something that was said earlier. “We have a guest.”

“Y/n!” Baekhyun called, walking from around the counter so he could embrace you in his hug. “Where have you been? We missed you.”

“I was visiting my parents this last week,” you replied, not technically lying, leaving out the part of you actually going back home to hide away from your problems.

“Have you talked to Jongin yet?” Kyungsoo asked, letting you take a seat in between him and Chanyeol while Baekhyun returned to his spot on the other side of the counter. You shook your head, hiding the bottom half of your face with the blanket you were given, trying to warm up your nose.

“That’s why I’m here,” you replied.

“And you’re actually going to tell him how you feel?” Baekhyun asked, raising an eyebrow. You mimicked his actions, a look of shock taking over your facial features.

“Does everyone know?” You asked, looking around at the three boys you were sitting by. They all nodded, trying their best to hold back their stifled laughs. “Good god.”

“Talk to him,” Chanyeol nudged you with his elbow. “I know he misses you.”

“I do miss her,” you heard someone say from behind you. You were quick to snap your head around to see who it was, being Jongin walking in front the upstairs, grey hoodie draped over his torso, tight black jeans hugging his skin. His hair dripped from what you assumed was his shower not too long ago, making his facial features soft and natural. You felt your heart tighten in your chest as he approached you, pulling you up from your seat and hugging you. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Kyungsoo all slipped away without making a scene, leaving you there to be held in Jongin’s arms. “Why didn’t you call?”

“I don’t know,” you lied.

“Yes, you do.” You hated that be could basically see through you, even after all these years of being apart, he still had a way of being able to call you out on your lies. He sat down on the chair in front of you, pulling it close so that your knees here resting in between his, his hands gently reaching out and holding them in yours. “Y/n, what’s going on?”

“Jongin... I..” You felt that all too familiar feeling of your heart in your throat, feeling the rapid beats in your ears, ready to burst at any moment. Jongin’s features were soft and sympathetic. His eyes scanned your face, trying to read the expression but it was hard when you couldn’t make eye contact with him. You lowered your head, hiding your struggle from his point of view only to have him lift your head in his hands, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. “Jongin..”

Jongin pulled you close to him, pressing his lips gently against yours. You felt your whole body ignite on fire with every touch. You felt your heart flutter up above the clouds, leaving you there on cloud nine as his hands reached around, pulling your body closer to his, closing the gap between the two of you. You suddenly didn’t need the blanket anymore to stay warm. His wet hair tickled your nose as his face moved in rhythm to yours. He pulled away, causing your bottom lip to quiver as it hit the cold air. He rested his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath as you also struggled to find some sort of normal breathing pattern.

“I don’t want to fake date anymore,” he finally broke the silence. You felt your heart stop, the pounding in your ears growing as he pulled away, creating a small gap between the two of you. “I want to be real. I’m tired of lying to the world and to you. I can’t pretend like this thing we have is fake. I know you feel the same way… You have to.” It was almost as if he was pleading, begging you to love him back. This all felt familiar except for the fact you weren’t the one begging for the affection, it was him.

You smiled and shook your head in disbelief. “I came here to tell you that. I’m done with the fake media bullshit and I’m also done avoiding this. I needed you to know that I want to be with you, be here for you.” Jongin couldn’t help but let his smile grow at every word that left your lips. You felt the fluttery feeling take over once more as his heartfelt smile was caused by something you had done. You were the reason he was smiling and in that moment, that’s all that really mattered. All you’ve wanted is to be his reason why.

“That’s all I want,” he whispered before finally getting to his feet and pulling your body towards his, pressing his lips to yours again in a heated flash. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling his body down closer to your height as you struggled to keep your balance on your tiptoes.

“Good heavens, get a room you two. This is a family environment,” you quickly snapped your head to see Junmyeon walking into with Jongdae following close behind with Sehun.

“Did it happen then? Did he ask her?” Sehun asked, clinging onto Jongdae’s arm. Jongdae tried to pull away from Sehun’s strong grip but ended up losing the already lost battle.

“I got us dinner. Should I put out an extra plate?” Junmyeon asked, winking over in your direction.

“Can’t believe that could have been me if only she said yes to the stupid dance,” Jongdae joked, shaking his head in defeat. Jongin shot him a jokingly strong glare causing Jongdae to laugh at his reaction. “Calm down.”

Jongin pulled you away from the small group, leading you out of the room and into the garage where his car was parked. He opened the passenger door, letting your slide in and quickly ran around to get into the driver's seat. “I’m sorry I pulled you away like that but I want to do this properly.” You raised an eyebrow but didn’t question his motives.

He pulled his car in the parking lot of what looked like a park, covered in white snow which hid the world beneath it. He turned it off, getting out and running to the other side to help you out as well. “Jongin, it’s snowing and it’s cold.”

“This will only take a few minutes,” he brushed off your concerning comment, dragging you through the deep snow, coming to the small picnic area, hiding you both from the falling snow. “This is so cheesy, I already know this so don’t make fun of it.”

“I would never.”

“Y/n,” he glared.

“Okay I won’t,” you chattered your teeth together. “But can we speed this up, it’s freezing.”

“Fine, your ass can freeze out here then,” he joked, turning around to start walking towards his car.

“Jongin,” you whined, pulling at his sleeve. He laughed, turned around and pulling your cold hands into his, rubbing his thumb over your bright red, frozen knuckles.

“I just wanted to ask you properly, to be my girlfriend, and maybe more when the time is right. I want to give you everything I have to offer and I want to be there to be able to take care of you when you’re feeling down or when you need a shoulder to cry on. I want to be the reason you smile and be the reason you get excited about a new day. I want to be more than just another person for you.” You felt your whole body go numb, maybe it was because it was freezing that cold winter night or maybe it’s because you had fallen so in love with Jongin, you didn’t know how to react.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, lifting your face so you could look at him properly. “My little space cadet, always traveling without me, I see.” He was referring to how you always got sidetracked in your own thoughts, noticing that you tend to lose the subject at hands.

He pressed his chapped lips to yours, leaving a warm kiss before pulling away and smiling. “I love you, Y/n.”

[13rwbabes]

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 10/?)

AAAAAND here it is long lost part 10!

I know it’s been ages and I know it’s not as good as I promised it to be and grammar probably is awful and smut part is terrible but hey at least it’s long lol

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3     PART 4    PART 5     PART 6     PART 7       PART 8    PART 9

“Can you do it for me?”, me and all of my friends were sitting at the cafeteria when I basically threw my Spanish book in front of Montgomery.

“What is it?”

“My Spanish homework and it’s fucking stupid”, I said taking a bite of my lunch.

“Give me that”, he sighed and took my pen.

What I’ve been struggling with for last fifteen minutes for Monty what easy peasy and took him like five.

“Thank you”, I smiled.

“You’re welcome”, he smiled back.

“Ookaaaay”, Justin said. “What is going on between you two?”, he asked pointing at me and Montgomery.

“What?”, he chuckled.

“Your weird smile for each other, mumbles under the breaths that only you two understand, looks you to give each other… What is it about?”

“Okay…”, I took a deep breath. I was prepared for it for a very long time. “We’re fuck buddies”, I said looking Justin straight in the eyes.

Jessica snorted, Monty started coughing, everyone else were looking at me and Justin.

“You and Montgomery? About him I’d believe that. But you? School’s sweetheart? Yeah, right”, Justin chuckled and nodded his head.

“If you don’t want to get stupid answers, don’t ask stupid questions. There is nothing between me and Monty other than those fucking chemistry projects”, I said and looked down at my book to read whatever Montgomery wrote.

***

“Okay, I have an idea”, he said when we were leaving chemistry. “I’ve been thinking about that for whole class.”

“Instead of taking notes”, I interrupted. “What’s the idea?”

“Idea how to get rid of suspicious Justin.”

I looked at him waiting for him to continue.

“One of us has to go on a date with someone”, he said clearly proud of himself. “It can be me, I can do it.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I can go on a date too.”

“And I’m pretty sure it takes a while before someone grow balls to ask you out”.

“Excuse me?”, I stopped in place. “I can be nice or friendly or whatever… And I can go on a date”, I said and walked past him.

The opportunity of a date showed up sooner than I thought. Next day I was walking down the hall, looking at my phone and, of course, I walked into someone. Causing our books to fall on the ground.

“Shit, I’m sorry”, I said and looked up to see who I actually bumped into. “Hi, Marcus”, I smiled at him and I reached down to grab my books.

“Hi, Y/N”, he helped me picking up my things. “So, umm, how is it going?”

“Good, thanks”, I smiled when he handed me my books. “And how are you?”

“You know”, he sighed. “Trying to keep up with this C average or above bullshit.”

“Right”, I nodded my head. “Speaking of that, I have Math, so I have to go. See you around”, I waved at him and went towards class.

“Hey, listen”, he ran up to me. “So, umm… Would you like to go to Monet’s or Rosie’s sometime? Or Cresmont I don’t know?”

I stood there a little shocked.

“Were you talking to Monty?”, I asked. Now Marcus was shocked and confused. “Look, sorry, he just told me this week on chemistry I was undateable, whatever”, I shrugged off.

“Wow, he’s stupid”, he laughed a little.

“But yeah, I would like to go to Monet’s. Or Rosie’s. Or Cresmont.”

“Sooo… Let’s say Rosie’s tomorrow at 7?”

“Perfect”, I smiled.

“Good, see ya”.

I went to the Math thinking about this whole situation. It was kinda weird but dates were unusual for me in general ans suddenly after months and months of nothing Marcus asked me out right after I tried to convince Monty (and me) that I can actually get asked for a date.

Whatever, I’m not marrying him, I’m going for a free shake, I thought to myself.

“So you’re going out with Marcus?”, next day I jumped when I heard Monty talking to me because he showed up from nowhere.

“Jeez, you scared me. He already told all the jocks?”, I asked looking for a book in my locker.

“No, his friend did. So you are going out with him?”

“What are you, jealous?”, I shut locker’s door.

“You wish. I mean… Marcus?”

“Well, he’s kinda dumb and thinks world spins around him, but…” I shrugged. “I don’t even have to listen to him if it turn out he’s dumber than I think.”

“Wow, you set your standards high”, he said with sarcasm in his voice.

“Look who’s talking”, I literally looked at him. “You think girls don’t talk? Really Monty, freshman that just got in to cheerleaders team? Could you even try any less?”

“Big boobs”, he said shortly.

“Wow, you set your standards high”, I mimic his voice.

“Whatever”, Monty rolled his eyes. “Where are you and Marcus going?”

“Oh, you want me to tell you so you can show up there with your Ms big boobs? No way”, I shook my head.

“You’re afraid I’m gonna have better time?”

“You’re ridiculous. Good talk, Monty”, I patted his chest and walked into class.

***

I came to Rosie’s fashionable five minutes late. Marcus however was more fashionable than me - he arrived twenty five minutes late.

“Wow, you’re a classy date”, I said crossing my arms when he sat in front of me.

“I’m so sorry something stopped me”, he said. “But I’m so glad you didn’t just leave”, he gave me a little smile. “So chocolate-walnut shake? It’s the best, I swear.”

“I’m allergic to nuts. Strawberry will be okay.”

Marcus ordered our shakes, I took a deep breath. Just be nice, I told myself. Maybe he really got stopped by something important, you still can have a nice talk. Maybe it could still be nice if bunch of the jocks didn’t come in before we even got our drinks. Bryce, Troy, Zach and few others.

“Really, Dempsey?”, I mouthed at Zach. “Seriously? They came to keep an eye on your date?”, I asked Marcus.

“I swear I didn’t know they are coming. But I mean, it’s Rosie’s, everyone sits here all the time.”

“Yeah, you probably right, sorry”, I sighed.

The conversation with Marcus was off, felt pushed most of the times. Every few minutes there was either awkward silence or me having logorrhea in order to avoid that silence. He tried to do some little, subtle moves but I was so done that I successfully ignored them. After two long hours I decided it’s time to go home. I told Marcus I had bus, he didn’t offer to walk me home and I was actually relieved, because I really didn’t know what else I could talk about. He walked off with his army od assholes I sat on the bus stop. Suddenly red Mustang stopped by.

“Hi, Tony”, I smiled when he opened window.

“Why are you here at this time alone?”, he asked.

“Ugh.. You know…”, I shrugged.

“Date went bad?”

“Something like that”, I nodded.

“Come in, I’ll drive you home”, Tony leaned and open passenger’s door for me.

“It’s okay, I don’t wanna be a problem, I have bus in like… Twenty minutes.”

“In twenty minutes you’ll be home, come in”, he insisted.

“Okay”, I agreed and got inside.

“So Marcus wasn’t the perfect date?”, Tony asked while driving.

“How do you…”

“It’s Liberty, please”, he rolled his eyes.

“Right”, I nodded. “Good thing I wasn’t really into it in the first place, so whatever”.

“Why did you go then?”

I thought about seriously for a second and decided to be honest not only with Tony but also with myself.

“I guess… I wanted to piss someone off… Or something”, I shrugged.

That was the truth. I wanted to make Monty jealous. It was stupid and naive because feelings were needed to cause jealousy and Montgomery had no feelings towards me.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just talk to that person instead of that?”

“Nooo”, I shook my head. “Not with… Not with him.”

“Communication is the key, you’ll remember my words”, Tony said and stopped his car in front of my house.

“Thank you”, I smiled. “For the drive and wisdom of the day even though I’m probably not gonna use it.”

“I’m aware of that”, he nodded.

“Bye, Tony”, I said and left his car.

He waited until I got inside and drove away. I talked to my parents, went to my room to leave my bag and took pyjamas and went to the bathroom. I came back from the shower and saw one new message and missed call from Zach.

Zach: U got home safe?

Y/N: Wow, now you care

Zach: ??? I separated from guys, went to my car and drove to the bus stop but you weren’t there

Y/N: well, Tony Padilla was faster and drove me home

Y/N: and after today you’re definitely my fav out of all my friends.

Me and Zach were never super close as friends but until today if I thought about it I’d say me and him were closer than him and Marcus.

Next day I met Monty at the parking, we arrived at the same time.

“How was your date?”, he asked.

“Very good. Marcus is actually super nice and funny”, I lied. “How was yours?”

“Good, we were at Cresmont”, he said looking down at the ground. “So are you going out with him again?”

“Maybe… Probably yes”, I will definitely go to hell for all those lies but seeing Monty’s jaw clenching was definitely worth it.

We separated when we walked inside. Montgomery went to talk to jocks, I went to my locker.

“Hi”, Marcus stood next to me, it took a lot of inner strength to not roll my eyes at him. But Monty’s was watching us, so I had to look as happy as I could.

“Hi”, I smiled.

“So, I know it’s probably too fast, cause we’ve been out just yesterday but today there is a party after game…”

“I don’t party on a week days”, I interrupted.

“I know”, he touched my arm. “But still I want to ask if maybe you’d like to go there… like with me. I’ll drive you home and everything.”

Every cell of my body wanted to tell “no”, but I quickly looked at Monty and saw his whole body clenched.

“I guess one party won’t kill me”, I said with a fake smile.

“Great. It starts right after game so I’ll just wait for you in my car after the game.”

“Okay, see ya”, I grabbed my things and went for PE.

I was walking behind the bleachers when I heard someone running towards me. I turned around and saw Monty.

“You really are going to party with Marcus?”, he asked angrily.

“Well, you clearly overheard everything, why are you asking?”

“This guy is an asshole!”

“So are you”, I crossed my arms at my chest. “And why do you even care? Why do you care, Montgomery?!”, I looked at him with my eyes wide open waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“ Because…”, he started looking everywhere but not at me. “Because you deserved better than him!”

“Right”, I slowly nodded my head looking down and bit my lower lip. “And I think that you’re afraid you’re gonna lose your regular banging”, I said and moved a little toward him.

He was looking me straight in the eyes, then grabbed my waist, pulled me closer and aggressively kissed my lips. He dominated this kiss like if he wanted to show who’s in charge. I moved away from him.

“I’m not you property”, I said and walked to PE.

I quickly changed and started warming up when Sheri stood next to me.

“I think you got something to tell me about”, he said, clearly pissed.

“Oh, yeah, I was at Rosie’s with Marcus, don’t ask”, I shook my head.

“I’m not talking about that”, she quickly looked around to check if someone can hear us. “I saw you and Monty behind the bleachers”, she said quietly.

I frozed for a moment. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, I just didn’t know what to say. Sheri was my friend for so long and I was lying to her for months.

“PE is starting but then we’re skipping Peer Communication and going for a talk”, she said and all I could do was nodding my head.

***

“So?”, she asked when we sat behind the bleachers. “He kissed you, I saw it”

“Yes, I’m not gonna deny it. Okay, Sheri”, I took a deep breath. “You can’t tell anyone about that. Anyone. I mean it.”

“Okay, okay. I swear. I won’t even tell Jess.”

“Especially Jess! She would run straight to Justin and then everyone would know…”

“Okay, just start talking”, Sheri rushed me.

“Okay… I’ll just go straight to the point”, once again I took a deep breath. “Me and Monty have this kinda friends with benefits thing”, I said quickly.

She looked at me for a moment.

“You… Monty… what?”

“Please, don’t make me say that out loud again”, I rolled my eyes.

“I won’t… I’m just… Processing…”, she mumbled. “How did it started?”

“Kind of at that pool party at Bryce’s, kind of at Jessica’s party… I mean, he started at hot tub, I teased him, then he teased me, then we hooked up and then we hooked up again and just”, I shrugged.

“I shocked. I mean I’d never thought you’d ever be into hooking up. Especially with Monty”, she looked at me with eyes wide open. “I thought you almost hate him.”

“I don’t hate him. I just didn’t want people to connect me with him.”

“Past tense?”, she asked with a smirk.

“Not the point, Sheri”, I sighed.

We spent whole period hidden behind bleachers, I told her everything, maybe beside the fact that I probably started having some feelings towards him, but I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself not to mention admitting to someone else.

I spend the rest of the day avoiding Montgomery, Marcus and Zach who suddenly felt like he needed to talk to me, but he caught me warming up before opening basketball game.

“Y/N, listen”, he started.

“You have a game in ten minutes, warm up”, I said.

“About yesterday…”

“You are his friend, you went to check how thing were going, fine”, I shrugged.

“You’re my friend too.”

“Then you’re closer with him than with me, it’s fine”, I said and did double handspring to got away from him and also because I knew Montgomery was watching and he was a sucker for this.

***

Me and Marcus got to the party, he brought me a beer, paid a lot of attention to me, at least for first 45 minutes. After that time he was mostly focused on putting his hand somewhere on me - my shoulder, my back, my knee even though everytime I was gently moving his hand away. I spotted Montgomery with his hands and jaw clenched while Zach was whispering something to him and then stopped him from going somewhere. As party for going Marcus and I were sitting on the couch and he was becoming more and more annoying.

“Marcus, can you stop?”, I asked when I smacked his hand of my knee again.

“Come on, why don’t we have some fun?”, he said, his hand went on my thigh and his head got closer to my neck.

“Marcus, stop”, I said through my clenched teeth, I didn’t really want to make a scene.

Suddenly Montgomery showed up in front of us. He pushed Marcus, took my hand and pulled me up from the couch.

“What the hell, man?”

“Sorry Marcus, you’re not winning your bet”, he said and left the room making me go with him as he was still holding my hand.

“Bet? What bet?”, I asked.

“He had a bet that he’ll have sex with you”, Monty said with rage in his voice. “I should’ve come back there and beat the shit out of him.”

“No, you shouldn’t. Did you know about that? The bet?”

“Jeez, of course I didn’t. I got to know at the party. Get in the car”, he opened door for me.

“Don’t talk to me like that”, I said.

“Please, just get in the fucking car”, he said looking me angrily into eyes.

I got inside and slammed the door.

“I’m grateful you took me away from him but  don’t you ever dare to talk to me like this”, I repeated when he got into the car and start driving.

“He was having his hands all over you and your biggest problem is the way I talk to you right now?!”

“You don’t own me, Montgomery”, I said looking him in the face but he was looking straight on the road, avoiding meeting my eyes. “Where are we going?”, I sighed. No response. “Monty, you’re scaring me”, I said quietly. Still no response. “Fine”, I chuckled and crossed my arms on my chest.

Few minutes later he stopped car in the area of old warehouses.

“What are we doing here?”, I asked.

“Marcus was the one who was trying to fuck you and I feel like you’re mad at me.”

“I am mad at you for treating me like I’m yours. I’m not”, I said not looking at him.

He put his fingers on my chin and turned my face towards him.

“I know you’re not. But I won’t let anyone treat you like a mattress”, he said with his face close to me.

“Right, I’m too busy being your mattress”, I said looking at his lips.

His lips crashed mine. Our tongues were fighting. I was so mad at him, but he affected me in way I didn’t know before and I just didn’t want him to stop. His hand started rubbing me through my jeans, a little moan escaped my mouth.

“I’m still mad at you”, I mumbled under my breath when his lip moved down my neck leaving wet kisses.

“Backseat”, he ordered.

I crawled to the back, took of my shirt before Monty got on top of me. I tangled me fingers into his hair when he kissed crook of my neck and unzipped my jeans.

“Fucking skinny jeans”, he mumbled when moved away from me trying to slide them down my legs.

I reached his belt and started undoing it when without a word of warning he slided two fingers into me.

“Oh fuck”, I moaned.

„You may be mad but you’re wetter than ever”, he said pumping in and out.

“Monty…”, I whispered palming him through his boxers, “I want you to fuck me.”

“As you wish”, he said and leaned to give me a deep kiss.

Second later I felt him thrusting in and out fast and hard. Montgomery pinned my hips down before I even lift them.

“Babe”, he growled in the crook of my neck.

His hand found mine and our fingers tangled together,

“You feel so good”, he groaned thrusting in me faster and faster.

“Fuck, Monty…”, I digged my nails in his shoulder.

“I know, baby, come on”, his hand went down and he started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“Oh, God, don’t stop…”, I moaned under my heavy breath and then I lost it.

“Fuck”, he howled.

Car was full of our breathless moans, Monty rode out our high and rest his forehead on mine, I played with his hair for a moment.

“I should go home”, I said quietly.

“Can you drive or should I give you a ride home?”, he asked giving me my long lost shirt.

“I can drive, that one beer I drunk got sweated out well”, I patted his shoulder. “My car is at school so if you could… Shit”, I sighed as I was crawling back to the passenger’s seat.

“What?”

“My bag is at Bryce’s.”

“So we’re going to Bryce and the to the school”, he said and give me kiss on a temple.

What the actual fuck, I thought.

I couldn’t even be mad at him for playing with my feelings because he didn’t know they were any. I was mad at myself and I hated the way this kiss felt. And I hated the way my heart skipped a bit when he rubbed my knee during drive.

That moment it was clear to me that I was falling for him, even though it was the most stupid thing any girl could do – fall for Montgomery de la Cruz and if there was anything I knew I could do about this it was one thing – stop whatever was going on between us.

[survivormontenegro]

Episode 12: “Phase One: Get the Grandma’s Boys Back Together” - Jones

I have thoughts.

1 I still feel bad for telling Tom to fuck off but also,,,,, I don’t ???

2 I hate that I’m the one who has to apologize to *****these men***** when they were the ones who apparently threw me under the bus in the first place

3 I miss Julia

Ok I don’t feel like doing the number thing anymore that shits dumb.

Um if Mitch is gonna let an alliance slide through the cracks again he’s not playing hard like he said, he’s just playing dumb and out of fear. Benj is probs gonna do whatever Mitch says tho so maybe it’d be better sooner or later to get one of them out before we split up the Jason/Tom/Ali trio

Speaking OF,, Julia went out saying that that trio is the biggest threat to win, but that’s only true about like,,, only Ali SKSKKDKF to me it’s kinda clear that Jason and Tom are Ali’s goats and they’re gonna be the easiest to beat for him in a F3/2 situation. Ali is by far the biggest threat to win and probably has been since Alex got voted out. Bc who doesn’t love Ali yk??? It’s gonna be hard to get him out but I feel like at least my 100% people (Caeleb and Mo as of this vote) would be down to vote him if he was the biggest threat.

Um also ??? These guys REALLY think Alex left with the durmitor idol???? Which is SO shocking because I cannot keep a secret for my life and I’m so easy to read. But um that’s a plus for me tho so woohoo? I’m not gonna tell anyone else ab it tho Bc,,,, obviously. This cast is messy as fuck I don’t want anyone else that I DONT trust to know about it. So I’m happy that my little inner durmitor triangle are the only ones that know.

I think this is mostly me rambling at this point so i’m gonna sign off I think.

okay so I really did a crap job of confessing last round, so I have a lot of catch-up to do.

so first off, i think i already confessed about this, but i have TWO IDOLS NOW jklasdfaf, the budva idol and the merge sapphire idol. like assuming i play them right, i can fast track myself to F6 already, which is SO EXCITING.

also... last vote was such a mess. so after the last vote, where i was left out-ish, in that Jones/Caeleb/Benj told me what was happening, but don't know that each other told me. Me and Julia (who was truly left out) talked, and I was genuinely hoping to group up with her. Benj suggested a F4 of me/him/Tom/Julia last round, and I was SO DOWN. Like I've genuinely wanted to work with Julia all season, I should have told her about the Alex vote, but I've been with her this whole time, so its frustrating what happened next.

So... I'm on call and Mo/Mitch tell me to vote Julia, and I agree, knowing I'm lying because I'm in a chat with Jason/Julia/Tom where we are trying to vote off Mo or Jones. But then Mo being shady, and I literally told Julia this to, tells Julia that everyone is voting her out, and Jones says Tom is who threw Julia's name out.

Julia. Goes. Nuclear. She goes on call, outs the alliance, says we are all shady and tries to blow up our games. I'm REALLY frustrated that she did that, because Mo/Mitch were literally voting her and we were stopping it, but she let them mist her. Also... I didn't want to vote Tom or Julia, they are both outsiders, as am I, and we needed each other. Tom/Julia were both not apart of the Jules vote, we just had a fight amongst the outsiders which... dumb.

Once Julia did that, I was sure Tom was gone, I was totally sure. But Tom managed to flip Mitch, which good for him. But I don't know how he did that, getting Mitch to vote with me, when Mitch has been paranoid about me above everyone else. But now... Mitch will likely be suspicious of me, Jones/Mo will know for sure that I'm targeting them, and I'm no closer to breaking up that group.

So now I'm confident I'll need to use the idol to fracture that group. A scenario I could see happening and working, is next round maybe Mitch/Jones/Mo/Benj and maybe Caeleb vote me, Tom/Jason vote Jones/Mo and I vote the other, which means my sapphire idol can both save myself and break up that group. I'll have to stay tuned on that one though.

This reward challenge flash game is very annoying, so I'm probably not gonna win. Considering how much I popped off for the last immunity, if I win two in a row, it might cause me problems. Hopefully the immunity challenge is do-able, because if I win that, I'm guaranteed a spot in FINAL SEVEN YAY.

I haven't done one of these in a while, but ideal bootlist moving forwards:

Jones > Mitch > Jason > Caeleb > Mo > F3: Me/Tom/Benj or F2: Me/Benj

And if I am voted out eighth, the order in which I would vote for people at FTC:

Mitch > Jason > Caeleb > Benj > Jones > Tom > Mo

also just wanna stay like... how much i stan jones? like we literally have not voted together pretty much at all across merge... but we stan?

she is just so much fun, like our game relationship... is fragile at best, but on a personal level I am and will remain a Jones WARRIOR.

Omg I no longer have the most votes cast for me cuz now Tom does. Even though 2 of Tom's votes are HIMSELF the bafoon.

I was not surprised to see Julia go last tribal. I of course did not vote for her, but her craziness kinda sealed her deal. Plus theres the curse within the curse of where someone who gets cursed initially also goes home (Alex, Jules, Julia). Lmao. But seriously, I voted Tom and he got really sad because we had a good thing going, but at the time no one was willing to be cemented on Julia, but Mo and Jones were cemented on Tom. So I went with the "confidence" and voted what I knew was more certain. However, Ali and Benj and Mitch all voted Julia. Ali and Benj are my closest allies so they let me know before tribal, but Mitch is a flip always been so. The two of them (Ali and Benj) are playing very well which makes me nervous. I either have to take control back in this game or start voting them off, even if that makes me a little cut throat. My other option is to let them vote off Mo next time (Benj's idea) and then have them drag me along and lose in FTC. Instead I think I'm going to get Mo, Jones, and Me to vote Mitch next round (taken he doesn't have immunity), with maybe Ali and maybe Tom but I think 4 might be enough. Then next round I work with Benj and Jason and Ali and Tom to vote out Mo. That puts me back in a strong position (I THINK BUT TRULY IM NERVOUS WITH ANY VOTE AND ALL VOTES IM JUST PRETENDING TO KNOW WHAT IM SAYING). I just hope Tom doesn't have it out for me after last time. That could make things hard, and I'll have to navigate trying to get Benj to wait to vote Mo and telling Jason, Benj, and Mitch a wrong vote.

I’m genuinely feeling confident in my score of 10 guesses, I don’t know what’s considered a good score but for me this is stunnin

Oh Jones, Caeleb and Benj tied for a score of 8? That’s cool... Happy for them... In all seriousness though I think Ali might of screwed himself over by doing the challenge drunk because this may very well be our lucky chance to get out a comp beast.

So... I didn't win immunity, which is a shame, but also probably good news, since if I won three challenges in a row, people would likely try and vote me at every opportunity.

I feel like I'm going to need to play one of my idols this round, which... is unfortunate, but also like kinda exciting? I think the ideal situation is that I play the sapphire idol, maybe in a way that since Tom/Jason have exposed votes, if Caeleb/Benj/Mitch/Jones/Mo vote me, and Tom/Jason vote one of Jones or Mo, I vote the other and send them home with one vote.

However, I'm not 100% sure I'll be getting votes, just since Caeleb and I are super close, so I don't see him super wanting to vote for me. I feel like if the plan was to vote Ali, Mitch would tell Benj, who would tell me, or Caeleb might not be down. Regardless, I'm very much expecting to have to pull out an idol tonight!

If I get my way tonight, I want Jones and Mo split up. As people, we love them both, but as players right now, they are too connected and have too much sway. If I got my way, I would want Jones out, since I think she is the glue between the Caeleb/Mo/Mitch, so would defo be worth getting out.

Just realised that if I play the sapphire idol, it gets rehidden which I do not want, so I might just have to play the budva idol if I'm getting votes tonight, which is frustrating but I'll have to deal with it sighhhh.

ding dong the witch is dead (ur welcome johnny)

confessing this because my brain is SO BIG, and I clocked this on call. Caeleb is the boyfriend of Matt who just won Kuwait. MY MIND IS SO POWERFUL

I've been meaning to write this all day but Tom fell asleep on call and I've been distracted the whole time. SO here we are

I'm also typing this out with Google whatever the f*** is Google voice??? So it might sound a bit robotic just bare with me here LOL.

but literally yesterday while I was doing the trash at work I was brainstorming probably one of my favorite moves I've ever and probably will ever accomplish ever?? I'm very excited about it, because it seems like it's going underway,,, like it might work?? and knowing my luck this shouldn't be happening but here we go,,

So phase one: get the Grandma's boys back together. So like,,, me Caeleb and Mo. we basically already trust each other with our entire hearts anyway and besides the Alex but we've stuck together on everything? So we might as well get the band back together you know what I mean? also they're probably the three people I trust the most and the three people that I really want to go to the end with for sure so that's how I'm feeling about that. Check that off the list.

Phase 2: get Mitch and Benj to possibly spill who the other side is voting for and or get them to vote for Tom or Jason. because quite frankly Benj and Mitch are a very obvious power duo and have floated through the middle the entire time and they've been together the entire game so it feels kind of obvious that they're working together. Plus benj told Mitch the plan about voting out Caeleb premerge, so it just feels like it's been a thing forever. call go to be honest thinking about it now, I feel is though we're going to figure out who Jason and Tom are voting for anyway because they do have to vote in advance? So as long as Benj and Mitch vote for who we tell them for, then phase 2 will be a success.

Phase 3: grandma's boys vote,,,,, ALI!!!!! sorry to say, Ali is by far the biggest threat in the game and probably has been for a long time? Not only is he amazing in challenges , but he has like one the best social games ?? Ever???? So no one would Want to vote out Ali, but it's like,,, the best move I think to do now . Esp bc he doesn't have immunity.

And then,,,,, optional step 4: play my idol. That way,,, we can guarantee that a tie scenario doesn't happen,, and then in the split Ali would theoretically go w 3, but if an idol is played either way on them, one of those two will go. SO YA HOPEFULLY THIS PLAN ACTUHLY WORKS HAHAHAHAHA

Update!!! So like I think im in an ok spot. I was the sole vote to send home Julia because I found her unpredictable and she voted me the round previously so.... This vote should be between tom and one of jones/mo/caeleb because they are an obvious trio and im pretty sure one of them has an idol. If there is an idol played and it is flushed, the trio of mo/caeleb/jones is broken up. If it isnt flushed, we intend to do a 3-3-2 with Benj Ali Tom Jason and I splitting between two of them. Id prefer if Jones stays because I feel like I have the best connection with her out of the three, but I also fear that they have gotten closer and closer ever since we have merged. We will find out what happens shortly because as of now, there is still no definitive plan

[aparoxysm]

☼☼☼☼ i don't even know how many i pasted but GIMME

this is literally going to be so long i talk so much YOURE GONNA REGRET THIS

☼ KYLE & DEANNA ☼

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation

WELL, i think this would be kyle tbh. like no okay, he’s usually a responsible guy but hes SOOO easily manipulated and pressured into things ok??? the puppy would just have to look @ him and he’d just be like “no buddy im sorry i can’t………………… alright fine jump in the backpack ill be your obi wan we’re outta here”

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them

deanna 10000000%

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy

i actually feel like both? i feel like kyle is usually the instigator but since being around him all the time, deanna’s really going to get to embrace a dorkier side of herself. he likes making people laugh and she likes him making her laugh so basically he is gonna make her come to the dork side sooner or later~

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them

HAHA probably kyle.

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them

SO i have finally decided that kyle is really interested in history and archeology. i think hes gonna really commit to college this time around soon and deannas gonna be pouty when he cant shower her in attention lolololol. so definitely her distracting and succeeding.

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated

both!!

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do

i don’t know if deanna really has a temper but given that she’s got italian blood in her, i’d say genetics prove that she’d be the one to walk out. kyle would 10/10 be upset if she did.

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows

kyle. netflix nerd.

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky

deanna.

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car

both. 10/10.

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays

kyle LOL hes such a dweeb. there’s him in an ugly christmas sweater and antlers.

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other

…..deanna? maybe? im not really sure, again, i dont know what her temper is like. i don’t know if shes a need space person or not yet, but kyle wouldn’t be able to stand ignoring her.

who plays with the others’ hair more

i definitely see deanna playing with kyles hair on the reg.

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored

i think deanna’s already proved this one LOLOLOLL and i love it so much, its such a normal organic thing in relationships to hang off each other and i definitely see that being her thing. 

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can

deanna. i think kyle’s more of a hugger, he always likes to just have an arm around her somehow. shes the kisser.

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up

WELL kyle would never @ her like that but LOLOLOL i bet once the novelty of his blabbing has worn off and theyre an old married couple deanna might sometimes just be like stooooop

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up  

deanna is for sure the instigator, as if that isnt 100% obvious by now hahahha and god yes sometimes kyle will be like NO OMG MY MOM IS IN THE OTHER ROOM or I HAv E TO GO TO cLASS so yep he gonna have to walk away and its gonna kill him 100 times over probably.

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one

kyle forgets it but also has to hold it because hes such a tall freak, hed be like good ol’ hunchback notre dame with deanna holding it LOL. but he’d also just like, get wet if it meant keeping her dry and warm cause hes a ~gentleman

who demands showering first in the mornings

hmmmmmmmmmmmm i feel like deanna. unless shes a night shower-er. in which case, shes a freak and kyle owns the morning.

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings

well this has deanna written all over it so.

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games

kyle’s a wimp, he’ll win her a goldfish and not throw up (y)

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond

deanna. kyle probably fell asleep LOL

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight 

hmhmhmhmhmhmhmh deanna??? maybe??? i mean maybe not always but i just see her being more connected to her phone than kyle, like surfing social media etc. and like i bet hes an iPad guy. so like maybe he steals the wall socket a lot and shes like k remind me to steal ur charger before we go to bed and hes like k *forgets immediately*

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets

both? but i feel like mostly deanna. always givin’ him the heckin spooks because hes dumb .

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can 

both.

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet

deanna feels more rambunctious tbh.

☼ EMILY & MILES ☼

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation

WELL IF THERE’S ANYTHING MORE SOLID ABOUT EMILY AS A CHARACTER ITS THAT SHE HAS A N UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH DOGS. she is every dog lover tumblr post ever. barney, her UNNECESSARILY HUMONGOUS bernese mountain dog is her pride and son.

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them

maybe miles but like more as a joke because like emily adores photography, she used to do a lot of it when she was a teenager for school because her dad was really interested in vintage cameras (see also: her box brownie collection she considered selling) and so thats a nice part of im to hold onto for her. he gave her a polaroid camera which she broke in one of her first big mental break downs. then some years later, a boyfriend at the time bought her a new one which she used a lot for a while. then they broke up and she hasn’t really touched photography since. anyway basically i think miles would probably know most of this (all her polaroids are probably still packed up in a box) so he’d pick up her camra sometimes like “photograph me like one of ur french women~” and shed be like omg stop ur being a silly goose ily.

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy

miles @ emily. sometimes shes such a sad rain cloud and so i think he would resort to any small stupid thing just to make her smile.

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them

emily would rather die than watch a horror movie i think LOL. 2 spooky.

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them

i think miles respects emily too much to bother her when shes working, knowing she takes it all very seriously. but likeeeee, at the same time, maybe if he noticed she was already distracted he would try to egg it on cause maybe he’d think like why miss the opportunity to do something together instead if shes not gonna be busy??? idk. thats a real stab in the dark, i hope all my assuming isnt way off LOL

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated

emily. worried mama bear.

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do

miles is the stormer, emily is the cryer. 100%

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows

emily. she doesn’t sleep very well anyway so she’ll read or watch obscure film/tv.

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky

miles?????????????? probably??? emily is such a shy little squirt when it comes to sex, i think shes very happy to recieve whatever he’s willing to give her but as for her own actions shes too scared to be very adventurous.

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car

miles. if only they could afford a car… /sheds tear/

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays

emily !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shes the person people hate at christmas time. but see also australia has like no game when it comes to inter/national holidays. our chrismas is in the summer so like reindeers and snow and hot cocoa and fireplaces and shit doesnt make sense. its an entirely different culture. same with halloween, its in the spring, there’s no fall colours, orange pumpkins, etc. having these holidays to REALLY celebrate into overkill in the states is probably her favourite thing about living there.

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other

miles feels like the angry silent type. emily is the non-confrontational silent type. so both, depending what the argument was about.

who plays with the others’ hair more

i kind of see miles, like if theyre on the couch watching tv or whatever, his arm slung round her and distractedly playing with a lock.

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored

hmmm, neither.

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can

when emily is a happy clam, shes very loving. her mood really changes her physical interactions. when shes sad or distracted or stressed or focused, she is very recluse and really just likes to be left alone. but when shes feeling inspired and happy, she’s all for hugs and kisses and touching.

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up

miles? LOLOL if emily would EVER tell him to be quiet. a highly unlikely scenario though.

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up  

i think that miles is mostly the one to always start it, but never with an expectation that she’ll want to? because he knows how much of an awko taco she is about it? its kind of like a very hesitant, curious sus of the situation~ and if shes down then cool if shes not well then theres always next week maybe LOL. but real talk, i think its really special when emily initiates. its very like Big Moment™ and a real surprise and relief to miles’ stress levels cause otherwise he’s always feeling pushed out ja feel? so i think that the simple answer is miles and hes used to her shutting it down if shes not in the mood. but like everything about them its complicated LOL.

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one

miles forgets and emily brings like 5. i feel like shes the cutie who holds it and he keeps an arm/jacket around her to keep her from freezing to death bc old married couple :’)

who demands showering first in the mornings

i mean emily likes routine but i feel like miles is the early riser for work and is always gne by the time she gets up probably.

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings

either or neither, depending on the night before :P 

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games

emily is also a wimp and i dont imagine she likes heights very much. miles strikes me as the “big panda winner” type.

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond

emily if shes either a) worried or b) unsure and keeps tacking on after thoughts.

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight

ehhhhh, neither? i expect they both rely heavily on them for work so no point with a dead phone.

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets

miles.

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can

emily.

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet

neither? i mean emily is basically a mouse but yeah. neither.

☼ ADAM & JULIE ☼

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation

adam. 200%. he has no impulse control.

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them

adam AHAHAHA, i bet he would take photos of himself on her phone a lot. as if he’s doing her some public service. change his name to “hot adam” in her phone and take a snapchat filter photo of him with some dumb sunglasses on or something. use one of those dumb filters that put your face on the body of some dancing thing and set it as her wallpaper. basically he is so vain.

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy

adam. he doesnt get embarrassed easily and one day hes gonna like julie a lot and notice theres a dark raincloud in there somewhere he needs to chase away. so might as well do that with laughter.

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them

adam but he’d want her to cling to him so it would be this whole elaborate plan. like “here let me set up the situation this is how its gonna go its gonna be great” and julie is gonna be like omfg stop and then hes gonna finish the movie wanting to vomit like “well that was not fun at all why did you talk me into this ur a bad friend”

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them

julie strikes me as the hardworking type. adam is 100% the literal child wanting her attention.

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated

adam ofc. but then it could be cute, like julie could start seeing dumb shit and text him like “i saw a guy who got thrown out of walmart today bc he tried to steal a the simpsons on dvd” and he’ll immediately laugh and call her like “WAS IT THE BEST THING? TELL ME EVERYTHING” bc his job is a lot of boring sitting around most of the time. he’ll learn when her lunch breaks are and call her to annoy her but also bc lonely.

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do

adam would storm. idk if julie would cry?

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows

hmmmmmmmmm, maybe julie? if its something shes really into or is anxious and cant sleep? bc adam is 100% that guy whos like “pf what no ill be up for HOURS” zonks out @ 9pm

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky

adam, hes a kinky shit. but HEY maybe she is 2. we might never kno  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car

adam. literal child.

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays

i feel like julie has WICKED eye for interior? maybe she doesn’t, but her pinterest board lead me to believe shes stylish af. so i feel like she’d have a good time decorating. unless shes got deep family / body issues rooted to holidays which i could also see being a thing. people stareotypically eat a lot at christmas and thanksgiving omfg, so maybe she hates holidays. IDK. IDK THE ANSWER TO THIS ONE but im also pretty sure adam would dress as a sexy santa like u wouldnt even have to ask he’d be so down. i mean this is probably his favourite christmas related thing tbh (NSFW). im also aware that still doesnt answer the question.

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other

adam. bye falicia~

who plays with the others’ hair more

adam but in an annoying way LOL

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored

the image of adam climbing all over julie is weird af LOL. so like. maybe neither, idk?

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can

adam. hes so convinced he’ll get her to give in one day. ONE DAYYY.

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up

adam.

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up  

adam sTILL. hes so annoying hahaha.

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one

adam forgets, julie holds. mostly cause he probably gets them all wet cause hes an adhd kid half the time. 

who demands showering first in the mornings

hmmmm, maybe julie? adams probably a freak and showers at night.

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings

adam 200%

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games

adam would LOVE rollercoasters. i dont know about julie?

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond

have you met adam “pay attention to me” kane ???

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight

hmmm, if it had to be one of them, probably adam.

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets

adam. anything for the ass grab.

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can

i dont know this one tbh.

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet

adam. obnoxious piece of work.

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Sunshine, Snow and Thunder: A Got7 Fanfiction (Chapter 10)

Chapter 10

Previous Chapter: Chapter 9.5

Pairings: OC/Jackson, OC/Youngjae, OC/Jaebum

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2,430 words

Summary: This fanfiction follows three original characters (Lilly, Eva and Maria) who share a love for books, dogs and the unexpected. When a turn of events leads to them meeting GOT7, what follows is a whirlwind of confusing emotions, everlasting memories, and new experiences.

Also posted on Asian Fanfics

Lilly

   With the huge amount of time that had passed by without Got7, rather than phone calls or texts, the "scandal" going around like a month ago had also died down quite a bit. I doubt that anyone rather than passionate fangirls or haters would remember that something like that happened anyway.

It was a petty issue anyway, but this one act of foolish hate, which was completely false in every aspect, was enough to land Eva, Maria and I a "sentence" of sorts from meeting or hanging out with our friends in Got7.

Now, we all did actually successfully carry on normally for the past month. And surely nobody believes that I'm an idiot because quite a few things were becoming very obvious around our apartment.

For one thing, Maria and Jackson were already going through a lot of tension before our ban, and the scandal and wait actually seemed to escalate it to an unnatural level and I bet all my riches that they were an item now. Of course, I could be completely wrong as well. Putting that aside, I had a hit as well as an utter miss in mind too. The miss being Eva... an as of late very unreadable girl, letting nobody know anything.

As for the hit, my little "controllable" crush on Youngjae had now turned into something incredibly uncontrollable and... stupid. The little amount of time I got to spend with him, locked inside a dark room as part of a scheme a month ago only helped in making certain repressive feelings completely irrepressible now. Every single text I got from him now, I had my heart racing and eyes lighting up like a middle schooler in love. Of course, my mind was also an utter mess now.

Moving on though, an amazing turn of events took place when I got my next assignment for a photography session with Got7, as part of my job. I had frequently been getting lots if assignments lately, and they were all variable but had me trying hard and getting good results, enough to convince my superiors to actually let me handle this one.

Apparently it was a photography session regarding the Part 2 of "It's Skin" done earlier in the year by the group. I was actually so ecstatic at hearing this that I grabbed my things and went back home as quick as possible; I wasn't disappointed seeing Maria and Eva's faces light up at another chance to see the guys again, especially after a while like this. Without even a moment's hesitation, they asked if they could tag along too.

I laughed, shaking my head at their excitement, even though I wasn't too far off either, "Of course you can, we better be on time though. It's tomorrow at five."

Tomorrow came sooner than I thought it would, and the rest of the day passed by in a blur. By the end of it, I was standing in my room, ready to go, fixing small things on my outfit and thinking to myself.

Again, I avoided any fancy stuff since this was an assignment, and not recreation of any sort. With my jeans and red flannel shirt, I felt plain but really energetic. That actually raised my spirits a bit more, as I tightened my camera kit around my waist and looked myself in the eye, repeating a couple hundred times to not mess up in front on anyone, least of all Youngjae.

Maria and Eva were prepped up to go and in a mere ten minutes, we found ourselves being ushered into the studio premises, and we collectively peeled our eyes to spot the boys that we hadn't seen and missed for over a month.

After about a minute of roaming around and checking every room, we finally found them when their manager spotted us and pushed us quickly into a dressing room, and there they all were. Got7, all busy and looking bored but ready for the photoshoot.

The moment they saw us walk in though, their faces brightened and everyone began cheering loudly, and soon all three of us were engulfed in tight one-armed hugs and questions and exclamations being thrown at us.

Then something interesting happened. I'm not even sure how and why, but Youngjae had his head down as he just walked up to me before anyone else could, and suddenly just pulled me to him and hugged me tightly.

In front of everyone. Really tightly.

The worst part was that everyone grew silent and just watched us as I stood still, not knowing shit to do, and he just held me there, a hand on my back and one in my hair.

The situation processed to me in a flash. I could feel my face growing redder and warmer and my heart, which was beating a mile a minute was making me feel so overwhelmed that I began to stutter and broke away from Youngjae's sudden embrace, head spinning.

I barely registered the boys, except for Youngjae, as they began to laugh when Maria and Eva explained something like how I was super flustered and awkward anyway, before I stumbled backward, stuttering, "I- I'll be back... just a mo- moment!"

And then I made the stupidest decision of my life and ran out the door, sprinting toward a closed space to soak in for a bit, and to get rid of the sudden embarrassment.

I found an empty room which was lit duller than the rest of the rooms and it didn't even seem to be an important room anyway, so I went and plopped onto the black one seater sofa, holding my cheeks and trying to calm my racing heart.

Honestly though, what even happened? What was that anyway? I admit I missed him a lot too, but he just upped and hugged me, without even saying anything first! A warning is sincerely needed in these predicaments!

Before I could actually fall into another deep train of thought regarding why Youngjae would even do what he just did, I heard the shuffling of feet in the room.

Now, I was alone and I was sure nobody actually tried following me here, of all things. But regardless, there he stood, leaning against the door frame, and we were alone together once more.

Is this life's way of bullying me and teaching me a lesson for my dumb and stubborn ways? It sure seems like it.

Youngjae walked forward and sat next to me the moment our eyes met.

I quickly looked back down, trying to avoid eye contact with him, since it was the main cause of my heated face and spinning head. I tried my best to think about anything but him at the moment, but then he decided to speak.

"So I realise how uncomfortable I made you feel, Lilly," Hearing that, my head shot up and I met his now uneasy, and somehow even guilty, expression as he scratched his neck shyly, "Honestly, I don't even know what came over me back there. We hadn't seen each other in a while rather than texts and it just felt like something just... pushed me to you and before I even knew it..."

Youngjae looked me straight in the eye as he said, "So, I'm sorry for--"

I interrupted him instinctively, "Wait, don't say that!"

It actually made me feel so relieved, hearing Youngjae's side of the story. And the fault actually lay with me, I realised, for acting so stupidly, "Youngjae, it wasn't your fault. It's just me, okay? I swear, even if a boyfriend, among others, would suddenly up and hug me like that, I'd act the same. I'm just not used to this close contact or anything!!" I felt my face heat up and my heart beat faster as I began to explain the actual situation to him.

Now I just feel bad that I'm always this awkward.

Youngjae's response was actually a really happy one; I watched as his face broke out into a big grin and he sighed in relief, "Thank goodness, I swear I thought you'd hold it against me forever."

"I probably would, but that would've worked better if you weren't as genuine a person as you are," I smiled at him, beginning to get comfortable.

Youngjae scratched his cheek and a few moments in silence passed by. Youngjae broke it, beginning to speak out, "We knew how harmless the scandal really was, but the ban kind of made it worse. It made some kind of weird depth fill in about our relationship with you guys. Lilly, don't get me wrong, okay? I feel so happy to be friends like this with you. But during the ban, it felt really strange. I don't know, but it felt like I missed you a bit more than I actually should have. Every morning, I woke up with the thought of wanting to see you and hang out with you, play video games and such, but then the members reminded me about the ban and I felt sad about it. When I saw you just now, I felt like my heart burst or something, and I--"

"Youngjae," I interrupted, and he looked up. I saw his face contort into an expression of shock before his face literally began to turn pink and then he just stared.

My face had reddened so strongly that I could feel it radiating heat. Hearing Youngjae suddenly be so much more vocal than usual about his feelings made my heart skip several beats and I didn't want to hear more. So I just interrupted him before he could say anything he'd regret and here I was, blushing like a fool and staring at him, while he did the same.

Where was he even going with that conversation? He said that he actually felt his heart burst... that in itself was enough for me to become an optimistic idiot and raise my expectations of something that might never even happen. I might have a crush on Youngjae, but that really doesn't mean that he might have one on me. That's just unnatural.

It's wishful thinking. And I'd rather avoid it.

I gained composure and began to sort priorities, "Let's go. Everyone's waiting for us. I am your photographer today, after all," I chuckled, looking down.

"Yeah," Youngjae was quick to agree, "After you," he smiled at me, seeming to forget about the predicament just now. He stood up and opened the door, motioned for me to lead the way out.

"Thanks," I laughed, and the comfort between us was back.

When Youngjae and I located the rest of Got7, they were already standing on the set for their photoshoot.

The minute they saw me walk up to them, with Youngjae quickly jogging ahead, they made their way over and started bombarding me with all kinds of questions and yells.

JB asked if I was doing okay, while Bambam and Jackson were more concerned with why I acted so stupid earlier. Mark and Junior collectively asked what took me so long, while Yugyeom was teasing Youngjae and trying to get out what really happened between the two of us. Up to false assumptions as always, these guys.

The group were put out of this mindset when their manager asked them to behave and get ready for the photoshoot.

I was so caught up in today's "events" that I didn't even register the color scheme and design of the photoshoot. They were wearing the same articles of clothing that they did for the very first "It's Skin" photoshoot. But this time, subtle differences were added, like pastel colors rather than pure white, and they were wearing a more accessories. They all looked so graceful today, and it was almost like the set was radiating in happiness, like they themselves were.

"Nice working with you! We're Got7," they collectively bowed and I found myself gently nudging away their politeness meant for me, yet again.

The photography session began, and a major chunk of it was extremely similar to the very first "It's Skin". They were made to sit and show a variety of expressions, portraying different sentiments like sensibility, passivity, happiness and pensive thinking, among others. It was so relaxing, photographing them as they went and it was over without a single hitch.

I was looking over the pictures I had taken to be sure they had come out well when Maria and Eva jumped on me, hugging all the life out.  

I did make them super worried too, regarding my sudden change in attitude earlier. But these two were actually taking it lightest, almost as if it were regular things.

"But you know," started Maria sneakily, poking my cheek, "I was the one who told Youngjae to go after you. He was hesitating quite a bit."

"So what exactly happened? Please start your report now," Eva continued evilly, "I'd like to know."

"What happened where? And when?" I dodged the sneaky questions, but with a bright smile plastered over my face, "Geez, I wonder what you're even talking about."

I was too happy for my own godforsaken good.

I could swear I heard Maria and Eva whisper something about how something good must have happened with me and Youngjae as I walked away to give the pictures to Got7's manager. Their pictures were going to be issued in a popular magazine, with special reservation of five pages straight.

We were getting ready to leave when Bambam asked the three of us to come to the dressing room for a bit. They all sat there, and collectively readied themselves for what JB was going to announce.

"Jackson," JB sighed, "More-so than the others, doesn't want to break off our ties ass friends with you guys."

Mark added sneakily, "I'm ready to tell you the number of times he began to yell and cry when JB said otherwise," Making Jackson retort and we all laughed, before JB continued.

"So let's keep hanging out on our free days and meeting, but by doing so, we all need to pick the security factor up a notch," With this, he gave a look to all the members and they laughed nervously, "So just... let's be more careful from now on. Is that okay?"

They all nodded, and with that promise made and kept in mind, Eva, Maria and I stepped out for home, now content and happy since we could actually go about our days without the never-ending boredom and annoyance that last month gave us.

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FOURTEEN| Tired Of Trying

SAMARAH

A few weeks later...

It had been a few weeks since I last seen Dominic. I tried to reach out to him a few days ago, but no answer. I don't know if Carmen was the reason behind this, but I wanted to know how he was doing. As much as I wanted to think he didn't hear what I said to Carmen, I know he did. I could feel it and I really think this is why I haven't heard from him. It was time to stop worrying about Dominic and his problems and just worry about myself. I've been worrying about him a little too much and it's affecting my relationship. Even though Brian has no issues with me being friends with guys, he feels neglected. For the past week, I haven't seen him and I feel bad. I keep finding excuses when he wants to see me all because I'm worried about Dominic. It had to be away to get him off of my mind, this was going to be hard.

"You mean to tell me that your ass has canceled on him because you're worried about a married man?"

"Amiyah, why are you saying it like that?"

"Because you're going to lose this man over a nigga who doesn't even know who he wants. Dead this Dominic situation before you end up lonely." She was right, as always. I would feel like shit if I cut Dominic off completely.

"I know, but this is weird. He usually calls me and -"

"Bye Samarah. You're giving me a headache. Until you realize Dominic isn't worth your time, call me." She hung up. She was really pissed and I knew it was time for me to get my shit together.

Sitting in silence, I contemplated on everything. What was I I doing? Why did Dominic have to come back in my life? It was no winning in this situation. He's never leaving Carmen and I'll never be satisfied when it comes to him. He has a child on the way and to be honest, I'm at the point where I'm tired of always getting the short end of the stick. I dealt with that when I was with Chris. He treated me like shit and I don't have time for that. I don't have time for a man to get my hopes up anymore. Chris did that and Dominic did the same. He had me thinking his relationship was on its last leg and he would leave Carmen, but he didn't leave. He's never going to leave and I'm ruining my relationship with Brian for some "what if's". That's exactly what this connection with Dominic is. I'm not saying he doesn't care about me and vice versa, but I feel like we were living off this fantasy. We always wanted to know what it would be like to be together and to be honest, I don't think I want him. I don't want to deal with him trying to hold on to this "love" he has for his wife. I feel that if he had decided to walk away and got with me, we wouldn't be genuinely happy. Dominic cheated on his wife with me which mean's he disrespected his union and the fact that I knew he was married makes matters worse. Nothing good will come from that and I can feel Karma making her way now. I better get my shit together soon, because I don't want anything ruined between me and Brian.

***

"I haven't seen you in a week, Samarah. What's going on with you?" Brian didn't show any emotion, but the way his eye's burned the side of my face I knew he was pissed.

"Um, nothing."

"Stop lying to me."

"I'm not lying. I just haven't been myself lately."

"You're still not telling me why I haven't seen you." I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't know if I should lie or just tell him the truth. I want this relationship to last, so I guess I better tell him.

"Okay, can I be honest?"

"I want you to be."

"Okay, you haven't seen me because I haven't been in the mood. I've been worrying about my friend and it's -"

"Who? Dominic?" I saw his facial expression and it was an expression of irritation.

As much as I wanted to lie and make up a friend, I couldn't. Brian was too good for me to lie to him. If I lied, It would eat me up. If I lied and everything finally came to the light, I would seem sneaky. Yes me and Dominic have expressed feelings, but I don't want him. Ugh, why does this friendship have to be so much?

"Um, yeah."

"I know that's your friend, but did you two date or something?"

"No, why would you ask that?"

"I don't know, it's like every time he's brought up you act weird."

"I thought I acted normal." He shook his head and turned away. I felt bad because here I am and I have feelings for two men. I didn't know how to let go, but I know I have to.

"Nah, you don't. I trust you around him, but you act like you two have been together or something."

"I never been with him, just drop it, okay?" I got up abruptly. Of course, I was guilty, look how I reacted. I didn't mean to get upset, but I want Brian to know that there is nothing between me and Dominic.

"Samarah, I didn't mean to upset you or anything. It's just-"

"No, I'm sorry. I just feel like you're not liking  this whole friendship I have with him."

"I told you, I trust you. I'm not trying to tell you to stop being his friend, but can you understand why I would be a little confused about this?"

"Yeah, I understand. Sorry for not talking and seeing you sooner, though. I don't know why I always let other people's problems become my own."

"It's alright, I'm not mad." He said as he got up and walked over to me.

"I don't want you to be." Looking up at him and making complete eye contact, he kissed my forehead. I don't know what it was about Brian, but I felt so secure. "I got a meeting in the morning, I'll call you as soon as I get home, alright?"

"Okay, drive safe."

"I will." He gave me a kiss and he was out the door.

CARMEN

Calabasas, 2:30 pm

A few days later...

House shopping was the best thing I could do since Dominic has been a sad case for the past two weeks. He was finally out of his coma and I hate how he's needing me to do everything. To get away from him, I told him I was going to Chicago for a business trip. He falls for these "trips" all the time and I'm honestly laughing at how dumb he can be. I don't know why he doesn't realize I'm not working right now and I love it. I couldn't wait to hit him with these divorce papers, but of course, I wanted to wait. It would be pretty bad to give him papers now, but I have to make sure I do it soon before Alex gets rid of me for good. Everything was going so good between us and couldn't let anything go wrong. We had a baby on the way and it was time to finally live our lives together. To some, it may sound bad that I'm leaving my husband for someone else, but the truth is I'm not in love with Dominic. This whole thing was really away to keep him away from Samarah. Yes, I loved him in college, but at the same time, I couldn't wait to ruin Samarah's life. Mission has been accomplished and from snooping on Dominic's timeline on Instagram, Samarah has a boyfriend. That means once I leave Dominic, he will still end up lonely.

"This house is so beautiful. You don't think all of this is too much, Alex?"

"Why would it be too much, Carmen?"

"I don't know, I'm not divorced yet. I'm not saying I don't want to get divorced, but I don't want us looking like the bad guys either."

"Well, I hope you get that together in a couple of days."

"Yeah, I will."

"I don't know if I want to believe that." He said raising his eyebrow.

"I'm telling you the truth. I just hope he understands."

"Make sure you tell him my child isn't his either." That's the one thing I feared. That was going to be the hardest thing ever.

Getting back into the car, I sat there thinking. I just wanted my life to be right for a change. My life with Dominic didn't go as planned and it makes me mad every time I think about it. He started off as this Prince Charming and now he doesn't even care about me. He only cares about his club and now Samarah. He doesn't even realize he drove me to this. Alex makes me very happy and he's very rich. Dominic could never and I hope he never has happiness.

Getting out of the car, me and Alex decided to have lunch. I didn't even have an appetite, but I knew this lunch will also end up being more about Dominic. Alex couldn't stand that I was still with him, but he had to realize going through a divorce wasn't easy. This was going to be a process because we might have to go through legal separation and all that other shit. I would have to hurry up and try to divorce him quick before this baby comes, though.

"Are you okay? You've been silent since we left."

"I'm doing just fine. Just thinking about our future and what not."

"Are you scared or something? You shouldn't be scared, this is better for you."

"I know it is, it's just-" Carmen was struck at the what she had seen.

"I'm actually meeting someone, last name Williams." Those were the words Carmen heard and she was even more irritated. It was Samarah, how small was this city?

Meanwhile back east....

"Are you all packed, Dominic?"

"Yeah, I just need help standing up." Dominic wasn't completely healed, but he had business to take care of. He was on his way to Los Angeles for a few days about opening another club. It wasn't the best thing to do in his condition, but that's why he had his assistant to help him.

"Where's the wife?"

"In Chicago on business. She doesn't know I'm about to leave on business myself. Let's just keep this between us. I don't need her getting upset." Dominic said as Aaliyah helped him up.

"I'm definitely going to keep this between us. I need my job right now." Aaliyah said chuckling. "Now let's go, our Lyft is outside.

"Alright, let's go." Dominic was ready to go. Even though his health was at risk right now, he felt he could handle being away from for two days. He just needed to get back in time before Carmen did. He didn't have the patience for her mouth.