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reidyoulikeabook · 4 years ago

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hi i saw that your requests are open for the night for that list and i feel like 15&35 with spencer might be all i need to survive

anyways i’m on anon bc i’m scared you’ll hate this request but just know your writing is my favorite i would read your grocery lists at this point

excuse me i love this request please do not disparage yourself ever again <3 that’s the loveliest thing anybody has ever said to me and i will now think of you and this compliment whenever i write a grocery list

Ship: GN! (wears a bra, no mention of gender other than this) Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical case things, pining, mild thievery.

Word count: 2.4k

Prompts: #15 - "You’ve just won one free pass to my bedroom.”

#35 - “Well fuck, didn’t expect to be announcing my undying love for you this early in the morning.”

A/N: This got so ungodly long I’m so sorry I don’t even know if I can call this a blurb at this point it’s a full fic but I loved this idea so much and it ran away from me.

PLEASE let me know what you think because I bashed this out in the span of an hour and I’m not sure if I love or hate it.

Rossi’s spitballing theories behind you. Your head lolls on the desk, feeling far too heavy to attempt lifting up at this time of night. The case was hard, you were sleeping in shifts, and somehow you, Rossi, and Reid had drawn the short straw. Your eyes are blearing a little too much to make out the exact time on the clock, it’s on the opposite side of the room and your eyes burn when you squint to look at the time; you’re fairly certain you’re somewhere on the wrong side of 3am.

23 hours awake.

Sighing, you push yourself up, looking around and only now noting that Spencer isn’t in the room. He must have made his exit while you were flicking through the files making notes, it was often easier to do that with your headphones in.

Thankfully, you'd set up shop in a conference room at the hotel, given the local PD was tiny and barely equipped to handle its own officers.

“What about the meat packing district?” Rossi muses.

It’s a rhetorical question but one you actually have an answer to, “I don’t think so. The busiest part of the city is between the meat packing district and where he’s dumping the bodies. Cops do random stop-and-searches sometimes, I don’t know if he’d risk it.”

“He could drive around.”

You frown, thinking, “He’d be crossing state lines. Hey, wait,” You stand up from your chair, walking to the board and starting drawing circles that illustrate your point, “Spencer thought there must be a pattern, right? But it died off here and we didn’t know about any more victims. If we expanded the search to outside of state lines it might connect here, here, and here,” You circle each here with a point, tapping the pen against the board triumphantly.

Rossi smiles, “Good thinking kid. I’ll call Garcia.”

Exhausted from your breakthrough, you flop back down into the chair. The clothes you’ve been wearing are icky, uncomfortable with sweat and flying and you’re strongly regretting your choice in underwear now too.

You hear the door swing open, looking up to see Spencer entering the room. Holding your go-bag. The one you’d left on the jet this morning. The jet that was a two hour drive from your current location.

“Where did you? When did you?” Your incoherency is related to both your tiredness, and his thoughtfulness.

He smiles, “It took some calling around but I found a cab driver willing to go and pick it up. It just got here.”

“Spencer I-,” You start, scrambling to your feet to accept the bag he’s offering to you, “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you. How much was the cab?”

“Don’t worry about it,” He says, handing it to you and heading over to the board, “What are these?”

Rossi - who was watching the exchange with some amusement - starts explaining the eureka moment you’d had. Spencer nods along, turning to smile at you when Rossi credits the thought to you. It’s something he does a lot, Rossi’s noticed. Not in a condescending way, Spencer knows more than anyone just how capable you are at your job. It’s as if he needs to channel his love for you somewhere, and chooses pride. It’s the easiest one to explain, after all, because who isn’t happy for their colleague making breakthroughs?

That’s how Spencer justifies it anyhow.

You leave the room, heading to the bathroom to change. You’re incredibly grateful to slip out of your dirty clothes and the bra that’s cutting into you, so much so that you decide to pop on a t-shirt under your blazer. The sports bra and t-shirt combo revitalises you more than you thought possible for this hour.

Digging through, you find an item that you didn’t pack. A pair of brown fluffy slippers. Attached to them, a note, ‘I thought the heels on your boots looked uncomfortable, and I didn’t want your feet to hurt. - Spencer.

He signed the note. Something about that, alongside the gift itself, sends a flush of warmth through you.

He gave you his slippers

So?

Is that something friends do?

Wracking your brain, you try to think up if he’d do this for anyone else. Hotch? The thought makes you laugh. Emily? Maybe, actually. If she didn’t make it so hard for others to take care of her. Penelope? Almost definitely.

Your heart sinks a little, and you distract yourself by fumbling to get your work boots off and the slippers on.

It doesn’t matter it isn’t romantic, it matters that he did it.

It matters to every other person you date

He sets an impossibly high bar

Thankfully, the late hour means that there aren’t many local PD still hanging around to see your interesting choice of shoe. You slip through to the conference room, where Spencer and Rossi are huddled over the phone talking to Garcia.

Spencer does a double-take. He knew the gift he’d given you, but he hadn’t expected to see you...wearing them? You look beautiful: hair mussed from fiddling with it, an old college t-shirt under your blazer, brown fluffy slippers on your feet. The mix of professional and homely attire does something to him that he can’t quite explain, and he has to clear his throat before making his next point to Garcia.

Did he just blush?

You try not to stare at him, try not to see if that’s a tinge of red creeping up under his turtleneck.

It is.

“Thanks Garcia,” Rossi clips, hanging up the phone, “I’m going to go and find some coffee. You two,” He points, looking knowingly between you, “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

No sooner has Rossi left the room, you both try speaking at once.

“You look-” He starts.

“Thank you so-” You start.

You both tinge with warmth.

“You go first,” He says, gnawing at his plump lower lip, finger turning oer the pen in his hand.

You laugh, a little breathless, “Well fuck, I wasn’t expecting to be announcing my undying love for you this early in the morning.”

His eyebrows quirk, is that...hope?

No. Wishful thinking

It’s probably confusion, and you’re a little embarassed, so you quickly clarify, “I mean Spencer Reid this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I’m endebted to you forever, really.”

A look washes over him: disappointment? You can’t trust your eyes to see the clock, so you feel you can’t entrust them to analyse his micro-expressions right now either. Especially when you’re biased by personal desire.

“It’s no problem,” He says, voice cracking a little, “You look...” He trails off.

“Unprofessional?” You suggest, teasing.

He shakes his head, swallowing, “You look really nice.”

It’s your turn to swallow. You drop your gaze to the pen, feeling too flustered to continue looking your colleague in the eyes at this moment in time, “Thank you. Where did you get slippers at this time of night?”

He shifts, one hand settling over the wrist of the other and fingers nervously rubbing over the back of his hand, “They were uhm. They were mine.”

“Yours?”

“Yeah,” It comes out pitchy, a squeak, “I’m sorry, that’s probably weird I just thought-”

“No, Spence,” You say, looking up at him and giving him a genuine smile, “No, it’s really sweet. I’m really lucky to have you.”

He gives his signature tiny tight-lipped smile, the one he gives when he’s feeling awkward or suppressing something he wants to say but can’t.

Please let it be the latter.

You relinquish him of the obligation of responding, instead standing to join him at the board, “You think you’ve got enough to make a geographical profile out of this?”

He nods, tapping the board with his pen, “Your idea about crossing interstate lines was really smart.”

“I have my moments.”

He wants to tell you that everything you have is a moment. You want to step closer, to cup his face in your hands, to press a kiss to the lips that you swear are pouting, begging to be kissed. You don’t.

Namely, because Rossi chooses this moment to re-enter the room, clutching three cups of coffee, “A little help here?”

From the way you spring apart, despite not even being that close, he wishes he’d taken a little longer. Damn kids and their inability to express their feelings for one another.

***

It’s 4:30am when the alarm on your phone goes off. With the work of the four of you - Garcia sporadically included when she had genius updates - you’ve managed to uncover a pattern that arches across states. You’d called Hotch, who’d commended the good work and advised that you should head to bed at 4:30. The others would get up then, and start to head out to the different potential crime scenes. Local PD was already on it.

You’d been told under no uncertain terms that you were to rest until at least 10am. Unless there was a call from Hotch. You prayed there wouldn’t be.

Rossi’s off the minute the alarm rings, bustling out the door with a “See you later kids.”

You wait behind while Spencer packs his things into his satchel. Or rather, unpacks his things from his satchel, frantically tearing it apart.

“What are you looking for?” You ask.

“My key card,” He murmurs, “I swear it was in my wallet.”

“You were rooming with Morgan, right? Want me to call him?”

“Yes please,” He says, continuing to unearth the contents of his bag onto the desk, with an increasing degree of agitation every second that goes by.

You dial Morgan’s number, and he answers after two rings, “Hey kid.”

You put the phone on loudspeaker.

“Hey. I’m with Spencer, we’re about to head up to our rooms for the night, are you still here? He can’t find his keycard.”

He lets out a breath of air through his teeth, “Sorry, I’m already on my way to one of the crime scenes. Local PD found a body over the state line. Nobody’s at the hotel but you guys and Rossi.”

Spencer outwardly sighs.

“No problem, we’ll figure something out.”

“Alright, good work kid, get some rest.”

The phone line clicks. Spencer’s brow is pinched with frustration, and your heart breaks for him. You’ve all been awake well over 24 hours, and he looks exhausted. He’s more eyebag than man at this point.

“Do you want me to go to the front desk?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “Reception doesn’t open until 6am. I’ll just wait here until then.”

He starts packing the belongings back into his bag, a resigned look on his face. And you have an idea.

“Actually,” You say, pulling the keycard out of your pocket and sliding it across the table to him, “You’ve just won one free pass to my bedroom.”

He picks the card up, squinting in confusion.

“Me and Rossi both got put in single rooms. I mean, it might not be the most comfortable thing in the world, both of us in a single bed, but it’s better than nothing right?”

He opens his mouth to object, and you shake your head.

“Spence you look like you’re about to drop unconscious on the floor and I don’t want to be responsible for yet another injureid.”

You’re so tired that the pun seems hilarious to you, and it does elicit a small laugh from him.

“Come on, it’s either share a bed with me, share a bed with Rossi, or try to sleep in one of these chairs. And I’ll be honest, I’d be kind of offended if you’d rather either of the other two options.”

“I can sleep on the floor,” He says, obviously warming up to the offer but not wanting to push his luck. You can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

“You can. But you won’t,” You tell him, settling your go-bag on your shoulder, “And might I remind you that all this time you’re spending objecting are minutes we could be spending sleeping.”

That seems to win him over. He tucks everything back into his bag, zipping it up, “After you.”

“You have the keycard,” You smile, “After you.”

***

The bed is a single bed. It prompts another round of ‘No really, I can sleep on the floor’ from Spencer, your enquiries about if it’s too much for his germaphobia or issues with touching, and his blushy embarassed reassurance that he doesn’t mind if it’s you.

He doesn’t mind if it’s you.

Not as if you’ll spend the next year mulling over those words or anything.

When you get out of the bathroom from changing, Spencer is tucked up in bed. Well, you say tucked up, but he’s practically lay right on the edge. How he’s actually physically still being supported by the mattress at this point must be his physics magic.

“I thought I said I didn’t want you getting injured,” You say, crossing the room to him.

He opens his eyes, “I didn’t want to-”

“It’s okay Spence,” You tell him, huddling down into bed.

There’s about enough room for you both to fit in, with an inch between you, so you pull gently at his arms, urging him closer.

“There’s enough room for us both without you going flying in the night,” You tell him.

He nods, obviously still a little nervous. It’s odd, lying face to face with him, illuminated only by lamplight. He looks soft. He always does, but there’s something intimate about this. You can feel his breath fan across your cheek, can feel how heat radiates off his arms.

“Do you want me to turn the lamp off?” He asks.

It’s not your staring that implores him to ask, because he’s been staring at you too. The both of you, trapped in a perfect bubble of a moment. Lamplight a spotlight, highlighting all the features of the person you love most.

“Sure,” You whisper, breath catching in your throat.

He flicks it off, settling back down.

His breath brushes against your face when he asks, “Do you want me to turn around?”

“Do you want to?”

He hesitates for a moment, voice even softer when he answers, “No.”

It’s dark. You can hardly make out his outline. Yet somehow, you both just know. Shifting, infitismally closer. Breaching the tiniest gap between you somehow feels like crossing the Grand Canyon. Your heart thumps in your chest, and you can feel it in your fingers, the fingers that trace cautiously along his jaw.

His mouth finally, finally, slotting against yours in the most gentle of kisses. A blink and you’d miss it.

And yet, in the same blink, your life changes forever.

When Rossi makes a speech at your wedding, he admits to being the thief of the missing keycard, and intentional orchestrator of the greatest love story he’s ever known. His words.

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anotheranimestan · 4 years ago

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Picking Up His Drunk Girlfriend: Iwaizumi

Ft. drunk Oikawa (of course)

Fluff fluff fluff + suggestive language

Time skip

wc: 1.6k

I’m obsessed with this man and his 💪

When you informed Iwaizumi that Oikawa was taking you out clubbing he was visibly upset. Not because you were going out to get drunk without him but because his idiot best friend was going to be there. Oikawa always overdid things when it came to nights out. He was a wild one and you were easy to rile up. A dangerous mix.

Many a nights he’d warn you to take it easy only to have to come save you from numerous club jails or even worse, Oikawa went out cold and Iwa had to carry his ass home.

So it was no surprise when your message lit up his screen.

You were lucky he even saw it considering it was 2am and he was sleeping. But he always had trouble getting a deep sleep when he knew you were out, probably getting into trouble.

You stood outside huddled in the cold. Iwa was always so quick about picking you up. He knew if he took too long you guys might get allured to another location before he could catch you.

You eagerly awaited his arrival. Seeing him was always the perfect end to a fun night. Picturing his cute face was making you all tingly inside.

And there he was. Your sexy ass boyfriend in his sleek black car. You hungrily opened the passenger door and climbed into the seat. But you didn’t stop there. You continued trying to climb onto his lap so you could attack his lips.

But he pushed you away. “Sit down. I’m driving.”

You huff and feel your whole body go tense with irritation. “You could at least pretend to be happy to see me.” You pout sliding down into your seat.

This was not the completely-irresistible-girlfriend romantic moment you were expecting from him when he arrived.

He was irritated with you but only because he was tired. But even in this sleep deprived state he couldn’t let you be upset or kiss deprived.

He leaned over, grabbed your pouty face and smacked a big kiss on you, to put you at ease.

Serotonin immediately flooded your whole body and just like that you were drooling for him again.

“Oya, Iwa-chan, can I get one too?” Oikawa teased from the back seat. He was even bold enough to lean over the center console, making smooching noises in your boyfriend’s ear. It earned him a backhand to the face from Iwa’s giant hand. He dramatically fell into the back seat, half whining half laughing.

Your chauffeur put it into gear and placed his free hand on your thigh, anticipating your longing to snuggle up on his arm.

“Where are we going?” Oikawa chirped.

“Where do you think? Dumbass.”

He huffed. “You don’t need to be mean Iwa-chan!”

“I’m not driving you home. You can sleep on my floor and get yourself home tomorrow...or later today I guess.” Iwa said grimacing at the time on the clock.

“The floor!? You have a couch!”

“How did I get dragged into this anyways.”

“Because you love us.” You mused.

He didn’t reply. Just a look of hopeless acknowledgment flashed over his face. He knew you were exactly right.

You placed a kiss on his arm and nuzzled his hand onto your face. You gave it plenty of kisses as well.

You loved the way his skin felt. Tough and calloused from constant weightlifting but still smooth somehow. He must be using that fancy lotion you bought him recently. You practically swooned at the thought. He was extra dreamy in your current intoxicated state. You were just aching to eat him up. He noticed you intently staring at him the whole car ride with hearts in your eyes. He couldn’t help but smile a little.

When you all arrived at his place he let you snuggle him the entire walk inside. Meanwhile, he locked the car doors before Oikawa even managed to drag himself out.

“Here. And actually drink it.” He instructed, wrapping your fingers around a water bottle. He threw the other one at Oikawa’s head.

“You’re going to regret treating me like this.” Oikawa stuck his tongue out as a blanket was chucked at his face.

“Come on. No more fighting.” You giggled as you pulled your large boyfriend into his bedroom before Oikawa got himself beat up.

It was completely dark except the faintest light from a street lamp peeking through the blinds.

“Mmmm, I’ve been waiting for this allllll night.” The seductive words spilled off your lips like honey.

Iwa quickly found himself sitting on the edge of the bed with you pressed up against him. His hands instinctively took their place on your ass as you zeroed on his neck.

He’d barely had the chance to react before you’d given him several love bites. But you were careful to not leave any marks of course.

He chucked. “Ah, no you don’t.” He tried to pry you off him but you were a fighter. Once he detached your arm from his neck, your leg would come up as reinforcement. After a few moments of this, his rejection hit you and you drained.

You retracted yourself and stepped backwards pouting again. Why didn’t he want you? He obviously didn’t find you sexy.

“Fine.”

Your wilted voice, your pouting stance, it was so cute to him. He secretly loved when you were drunk because you always did something that made him want to squeeze you to death.

“No stop all that. Come back over here.” He said slightly amused.

You tried to run away but he easily caught you and dragged you back to stand between his legs again.

“Baby—” he started.

“No it’s fine Iwa, I get it.” You tried to pull away again. “I’ll go take the other side of the couch with Toru—” A blatant fib.

“Baby...” his voice was deep as he pressed his lips against you so you’d listen. “I’m tired, I know you’re sleepy...right?” You couldn’t deny it. “Mhm yea, look you can barely keep your eyes open. Let’s just go to bed and we can do this tomorrow.” You tried to avoid his charm by not making direct eye contact. But it was no use. His voice alone was winning you over. He squeezed your face with one hand so your lips puckered and pulled you to look at him. His eyes were soft as they soaked in your features. “Sound good?”

You nodded. How could you say no? He was too good at this.

“Good.” A small smile spread across his face. Swoon.

He retrieved one of the makeup wipes from the package you kept in his nightstand (this wasn’t the first time Oikawa got you this wasted) and started rubbing what was left of your makeup off your cheeks.

“Okay you do this,” he handed you the wipe to finish the job, “and let’s go to the sink.”

He walked with you, making sure to keep as much physical contact with you as possible so you didn’t start pouting again.

“Hey friendsss!” Oikawa said half fallen asleep as you two walked through the hall. Iwa just flipped him off and shuffled you quickly into the bathroom before you got distracted.

The sharp contrast in Iwa’s communication styles between you and his friends was alarming. With you he was sweet and only slightly his normal tough guy self. But with others, particularly Oikawa, a brawl could start at any moment. Punching was his love language. And you’d obviously be cheering for your boyfriend in any fight. Those muscles? You were definitely an Iwa fan-girl. The only one he wanted too.

While washing your face and brushing your teeth you made sure he was pressed snug against your back so you could press your ass up against him. If he wasn’t going to give you any action he could at least give you this.

He accepted this compromise with no complaints. Just enjoyed the view and ran his hands up and down your waist and thighs, giving then some gentle possessive squeezes.

Back in his room now, he sat you on his bed.

“I’ll get you a shirt.”

You’d started stripping your clubbing clothes and throwing them around the room at random.

“No!” You grabbed the hem of the shirt he was wearing. “I want this one.” You said with a sneaky little innocent smile.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes but immediately succumbed to your request. You drooled as he unveiled his ridiculous body.

Your hands flew onto him like magnets, petting and kissing every muscle you could reach while he wrestled his shirt on you.

With a sigh, he’d finally wrangled you in. He stretched out under his covers with a yawn. It was 3am now and he was completely exhausted.

“Come here.” He cooed as he tugged you down onto his bare chest, completely engulfing you in his arms.

His warm chest was rock hard but still made the perfect pillow.

“One more kiss before bed?” You asked as politely as possible.

He laid there with his eyes closed for a moment and released a deep exhale.

“You can say no.” You said honestly. You already were in pure bliss.

He looked down at you, his drunk adorable girlfriend. Propping your chin up with his finger he pressed his lips onto your minty ones. He kissed you passionately, like he’d missed you tonight. Like you’d been gone for ages not hours. His tongue even slipped in to twirl with yours for a few moments. He finished the kiss by tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth leaving it red and plump just like he liked it.

“Mm, that’s what I’ve been waiting all night for.”

You smiled and nuzzled into his chest as you both finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

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crackheadgeminibby · 4 years ago

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don’t leave me

pairing: henry cavill x black!reader, platonic chris evans x black!reader

warnings: language, age gap, angst

word count: 2.9k

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You throw open the door to your shared house with Henry as you roll your eyes and hear him practically stomping behind you.

“You have got to be kidding me! Are you fucking serious?”

You throw your clutch on the couch and open the fridge in search of a water bottle. You hear the door to the house slam shut and Henry huffs loudly.

“He kept touching you and checking you out. And you did absolutely nothing. At all!”

Henry and you were just coming back from a party one of his celebrity friends was throwing. You were both having a lot of fun and drinking more than you should have been, without consequence, until Chris got there.

You had been friends with him since you had met him while you were interning on his PR team over 6 years ago. You had been a little starstruck at first and, as much as you had tried to hide it, he immediately saw it. He had made a joke about it that you had found funny and you had both started making stupid, random jokes until he had asked if you wanted to hang out. Of course, you had agreed and thus was your beautiful friendship born.

You both always joked about the fact that your body would mummify before you got laid again until he got the idea of introducing you to his hot, single friend. You would have been stupid to refuse so you shrugged and told him to bring it on. He certainly did when the following weekend, he hosted a barbeque and introduced you to Henry.

At first, it was awkward between the both of you because neither of you knew how to approach the other. A couple of hours and many beers later, you were in the stupidest but longest conversation ever, which ended with him coming home with you. You had thought nothing about it, but he had stayed the whole night and had offered to take you to breakfast the next day. And then lunch, 2 days later. Followed by dinner, a week after.

Even though you had told him multiple times, Henry never seemed to believe that Chris and you had never and would never cross the limits of friendship. This had strained the friendship between Henry and Chris, and sure, you felt bad about the situation, but you couldn’t really do anything more than reassuring Henry every time he asked about Chris and you. Thus, your current predicament.

Chris had arrived at the party already a bit buzzed and particularly clingy. He had hung around you almost all night and always kept his arms around your shoulders or your waist. Considering that Chris and you were very close, it didn’t mean anything at all to either of you: you were just 2 friends at a party, getting drunk.

Henry didn’t feel the same way when he saw Chris supposedly checking you out shortly after. He had stormed over and started making a scene, which you had begged him not to do, so you had simply taken his arm and pretty much dragged him to the car. You had driven the whole 45 minutes back home with Henry ignoring you and pouting in the passenger seat.

You open your water bottle and roll your eyes again as you take a swig.

“He was drunk, Henry! Did you want me to just leave him to blackout on the floor or something?”

“Yes.”

You scoff, put the water bottle on the counter, and cross your arms as you raise your eyebrows.

“Seriously?”

Henry looks at you straight in the eyes and shrugs. You roll your eyes yet again and start to head to the bedroom as Henry follows behind you.

“You’re acting like a dick, Henry. And like a fucking child.”

“At least I’m not acting like a… a tramp.”

As soon as he finishes his sentence, you stop in your tracks and turn towards him. You narrow your eyes at him as you tilt your head to the side and ask,

“Excuse me?”

He crosses his arms and stares at you.

“With that fucking dress and those heels. I mean, seriously. It’s like you want him to feel you up.”

Your eyes start to fill with tears from hurt and anger as you tell him, through gritted teeth,

“Fuck you, Henry.”

You head back to the living room and take your clutch from the couch. You hear Henry sigh and walk back to where you are,

“I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry.”

As he sees you putting your shoes back on, his eyes widen,

“Wait… Where are you going?”

Tears have started falling down your face as you look at him and scoff,

“I don’t know. Anywhere away from here, away from you, you fucking asshole.”

You open the door and get in your car as you see him on the porch.

As it’s almost 1 in the morning, he whisper-screams, “Y/N! Come back, please. I said I was sorry.”

You don’t offer him a second glance as you back out of the driveway and start driving.

Shit. Where the fuck are you gonna go now?

You bitterly laugh to yourself as you realize that the only place you can go to at this hour is Chris’ house. You start the long drive ahead of you as he lived on the other side of the city.

You finally get there an hour later. Henry had tried calling you multiple times, but you had declined every single one of his calls.

Knowing that he was probably sleeping off all the alcohol he had consumed at the party, you ring Chris’ doorbell and knock on his door loudly multiple times. After 5 minutes of incessant knocking, you finally see the light turn on inside. Chris opens the door as he’s standing there, half-naked, with his eyes barely open. He blinks multiple times before asking,

“Dude, what the fuck? It’s like 3am.”

You start feeling a little guilty as you wince and look up at him.

“I’m sorry. Henry and I got into a fight and I didn’t know where else to go.”

Chris sighs and slowly nods his head as he steps aside to let you in. You immediately walk towards his bedroom as you know that, at this late hour, Dodger is safely in bed, probably snoring.

As soon as you enter the room, he gets down from the bed and runs over to you. You smile as you kneel next to him and as he starts licking all over your face.

“Hi buddy! Oh, I missed you too, it’s been so long!” You pet his head and scratch his belly as he starts rolling around next to you. Chris smiles from the doorway and starts to head to his closet.

“Pretty sure you didn’t bring any clothes in that miniature little clutch of yours, so t-shirt or long-sleeve? And black or white?”

You smile as you remember all the other times that you slept over after a party. Chris always preferred that you both ended up at the same place after a party to make sure you were safe so he had started buying shirts and boxers that he reserved for you for when you slept over.

You continue to pet Dodger as you look up at Chris and say, “Black and long-sleeve, please.”

He nods his head and reaches inside his closet before throwing a red shirt and black boxers at you.

“Thanks.”

You get up from the floor and head over to the guest room which, to be honest, was pretty much your own room as your belongings were spread out everywhere.

You go to the bathroom and start changing before you start hearing noises at the door. You finish putting on your sleeping clothes and folding your dress and you open the door to find Dodger looking up at you with his big, brown eyes, whining as Chris leans on the door frame. He shakes his head before saying,

“I swear to God, every single time you come here, it’s like I don’t exist anymore.”

You laugh at him as you put the dress on the dresser and head to the bed as Dodger follows you before settling down next to you.

Chris enters the room and sits on the bed next to you as you get under the covers.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You exhale, look up at him and shrug as your eyes start to sting from tears.

“He got mad because of the party. Said you were checking me out and trying to feel me up and whatever.” He rolls his eyes as he listens to you. “Then I told him he was acting like a baby and being a dick and he said that I wasn’t better because I was acting like a tramp”, you finish, imitating his accent.

Chris’ eyes harden and he balls his fists before looking back at you,

“What the fuck is wrong with him?”

You shrug and say, “I don’t know. He’s like insecure and doesn’t trust me or something but this is really starting to piss me off. I’ve told him literally a million times that nothing is going on between us and he still does shit like that.” A tear falls down your face and you wipe it away before saying, “It’s whatever… I just wanna go to sleep.”

Chris nods and gets up from the bed before turning off the light, “Good night.”

You softly smile and answer, “You too.”

You turn towards Dodger and pet him, “God, Dodger… What should I do?”

You’re woken up a few hours later by Dodger quite literally eating away at your hand. You giggle and softly push him away before stretching. The sun has almost completely risen, and you can hear some noise in the kitchen.

You get up and brush your teeth before heading to Chris’ kitchen as Dodger follows you. You find him with a cup of coffee in his hand, making French toast and dancing as he sings along to a song playing from his computer.

You laugh and say, “Okay, Rihanna, calm down.”

He jumps and turns around to look at you, wide-eyed.

“Jesus, dude! Don’t fucking scare me like that.”

You roll your eyes and get yourself a cup of coffee just as Chris plates the last slice of bread. He hands you your plate and you both head to his backyard where you always eat breakfast after a party. You sit down and take a sip of coffee as you start eating. You can feel Chris’ eyes on you as he eats so you turn towards him and raise your eyebrows. You slightly smirk and ask,

“May I help you?”

He rolls his eyes and swallows his bite. “How long are you gonna stay here?”

You tilt your head to the side and laugh. “Why? You got plans or something?”

He shakes his head with a smile on his face and shrugs. “No. But you can’t hide out here forever. You guys literally live together. And I’m pretty sure I have no clothes to lend you for work tomorrow.”

You sigh and shrug. “I don’t know. I guess you’re right. I’ll probably just leave this afternoon or something.”

He slowly nods his head and says, “I know that what he told you was really fucking shitty. But you know what I think?”

You chew as you gesture for him to continue.

“You’re both very… non-verbal people, you know? You guys need to hash out all of your problems once and for all. Clear the air, you know what I mean?”

You nod as you know he’s right.

At first, you were worried that exactly this would happen to Henry and you. You both liked to show your thoughts and feelings through actions and not words. It didn’t cause you problems at the beginning of your relationship, so you had thought that you had created some sort of silent communication, but you were clearly wrong.

You’re about to agree with him when you faintly hear the doorbell from inside the house. You frown and turn towards Chris. “There’s someone at your door.”

“Huh?” He knits his eyebrows together and takes out his phone before pulling up the camera footage from his front door.

He grimaces and bites his lower lip as he looks back up at you.

“It’s him…”

Of course it is.

You sigh and leave your plate and coffee cup on the table as you head towards the door.

You sigh deeply before opening it.

Henry exhales heavily as he sees you behind the door.

“Oh, thank God, you’re here. I’ve been knocking on all your friends’ doors. I’m pretty sure they all hate me now.”, he chuckles slightly.

You scoff and shake your head as you walk to Chris’ living room. You sit down on the couch and motion for Henry to do the same. He hesitantly follows your instructions and sits down on the seat in front of you.

You wait for him to start talking as Dodger comes and lays down next to you. You pet him as Henry starts,

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I had no right whatsoever to say what I said last night. I know that it’s not an excuse, but I was drunk, and I was mad, and I was scared and I just… There’s no way to justify what happened. I’m sorry and I didn’t mean it. At all. I’m just… bad with my words.”

You frown and shake your head. “Scared? Why were you scared?”

“Because I’m literally terrified of losing you. You are so far out of my league. You’re so smart and ambitious. So beautiful and funny. I just don’t want to lose you.”

You softly laugh. “Well, you’re really going at it the wrong way, you know.”

He looks at you and chuckles also. Your expression becomes serious again as your conversation with Chris from last night comes back to you.

“Henry… Honestly, how many times do I have to tell you that nothing is going on with Chris? Believe it or not, he’s not my type.”

Both Henry and you turn around as you hear Chris hiss, “Damn Y/N. That hurts. Right in my feelings.”, he jokes as he fake pouts and points to his heart. He nods to Henry and says, “Don’t mind me. Just bringing the food back inside before I get an ant infestation. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”

You turn back to Henry and continue as Chris heads to his room, “I’m serious, Henry.” He softly hangs his head, “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

He looks up at you, alarmed, with tears in his eyes. “No, I… Don’t say that, please.” He gets up and takes your hands in his before sitting next to you and looking deep into your eyes. “I’ll do better. I’ll be better, I promise. Just…. Please don’t leave me.”

You sigh and look down at your intertwined hands.

“Okay. Under one condition.”

He nods hastily, “Yes, anything, I promise.” You gaze into his soft blue eyes and stroke his cheek.

“You have got to talk to me, Hen… Stop keeping everything inside because that’s when it blows up. When something’s wrong, talk to me, ask me about it. And I know it’s easier said than done, but when I tell you something, I mean it and you gotta believe that, okay?”

He softly nods and leans towards you. He gently puts his lips to yours and kisses you as his hand reaches for the back of your neck. He delicately deepens the kiss and guides you to his lap as his hands rest on your hips. You subconsciously start grinding on him as his mouth slowly starts leaving kisses on your jaw and neck. You softly moan before you jump as you hear a loud clap.

“Okay, that’s enough. Here are your bag and clothes. Please keep it in your pants and go home. Thank you!”

You giggle as you feel the heat rising to your face. “Sorry, Chris.” You get off Henry’s lap and take your clutch and clothes from Chris. You turn towards Henry and heartily laugh as you see his face that’s redder than a tomato. If you didn’t know what had just happened, you would have told him to go to the doctor’s because being that red is probably unhealthy.

Henry gets up from the couch and hurriedly makes his way outside. You follow him while still laughing and stop on the front porch. You turn around and hug Chris before saying, “Thank you for being there and for listening to me.”

“Of course, Y/N. You know it’s never a problem. Mi casa es su casa.” You roll your eyes playfully and bend down as you hear Dodger whine from the door.

“And you, sir, I will be seeing you very soon. Promise.” You kiss his head and wave to both as you enter your car. Henry starts driving and you follow behind him.

You smile and shake your head.

These two were going to be the death of you.

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scarletwinterxx · 4 years ago

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First and Last (BONUS CHAPTER)

Just one last chapter for my favorite sunshine. thank you for the support and love you’ve shown First and Last!

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PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE || PART FOUR || FINALE || BONUS

“Can you hurry up? We’re going to be late. I don’t want to end up single before this trip even started” Donghyuck shouted through the apartment, tapping his foot impatiently as he waits for his bestfriend to come out of his room so they can finally leave

“Has anyone told you you’re dramatic?” Renjun said as he emerges from his room, pulling his duffle bag over his shoulder

“You, let’s go let’s go let’s go” the other one replied, taking his own bag and making their way out to the car.

“We’re finally going on a vacation, we deserve this” Renjun said as he slides in the passenger seat

“Seatbelt, and yes finally. I just hope Y/N isn’t grumpy right now. Let’s both hope that” he mumbled, fully knowing that his girlfriend gets grumpy when she just woke up from a nap or sleep.

It was very early in the morning, or late at night. It’s 3am. Who decides to drive out that early? Well they all decided to just leave at this time so when they arrive at the vacation house it’s early in the morning and plenty of time to do activities for the rest of the day.

Donghyuck didn’t have a problem with staying up this late, he was used to it. Although, he can’t say the same for the other two people who will be with him in the car

“Did you text her? Are you even sure she’s awake?” Renjun asks Hyuck as he drives to Y/N apartment complex

“Yes, she didn’t say one cohesive word but she’s awake”

When they got to her building, Hyuck could make out Y/N silhouette from a mile away. He made a mental note to tell her not to wait outside especially during this late hour. Ofcourse he was going to do this once she’s rested enough, he didn’t want to risk being kicked again.

When they got to where Y/N was waiting, Renjun was just about to get out of the passenger seat to exchange seats but Y/N stopped him,

“I’m not planning on talking so I think it’s better if you stay there” she mumbled, she threw her bag beside her and held the small pillow close

“Hi, baby” Hyuck said cutely, looking back to the girl at the backseat. She was wearing his hoodie, one of many she has claimed ownership of over the course of their one year relationship.

Hyuck didn’t mind, he loved seeing her in his clothes. She looked so tiny and adorable, this made him want to just cuddle with her

“Remind me again why did we decide to drive at this hour?” she asked, the pout on her lips making Donghyuck smile as he started to drive again

“Because, we’re dumb” Renjun answered

“I know right, anyways I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when you guys get snacks or when we get there. I’m sorry in advance if I kick you when you try to wake me up” with this statement, Renjun starter to laugh and Hyuck slightly winced at the memory.

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It was a weekend, Y/N was over at Hyuck and Renjun’s apartment. They weren’t really doing anything. Like always they grabbed some lunch together then went back to the apartment to spend the rest of the weekend together.

There’s only a few things Hyuck does when he isn’t swarmed with activities at university. He’s either: One, with Y/N or Two, playing games with the rest of the boys. It’s a bonus when Y/N hangs out with him while he plays. She didn’t mind, most of the time she does some school work or catch up on her reading list while Hyuck plays his game.

Much like right now.

Hyuck had been playing for several hours he didn’t notice his girlfriend drifting off into dreamland.

“Babe, should we order some pizza? I kinda want some” Hyuck said while he continued on playing

“Baby?” he asked again when he didn’t hear a reply

“Y/N?” this time he took a quick look over at Y/N only to see her hugging one of his pillows, quiet snores coming out from her slightly parted lips. The scene before him made his heart stop and beat so fast at the same time. He wanted nothing more but to keep her there with him everyday.

Suddenly the idea of waking up with Y/N next to him didn’t seem like a bad idea, or sleeping with her in his arms. Tangled up in each other.

These thoughts swam around Hyuck’s head. He didn’t even notice his character dying on the game, his interest already switching to the girl on his bed.

He put the controller down and silently walked towards his bed, carefully he sat down beside her.

“How can you look so cute without even trying?” He thought

With a gentle smile on, he tuck those thoughts in his brain and gently shook Y/N

“Baby, wake up” he said quietly

“Love, wake up. You’re not going to be able to sleep later if you nap any longer” he already knew she was going to say this once she wakes up, a statement she always says when she accidentally naps at random times during the day

He was just about to shake her again when Y/N suddenly moved around and accidently kicking Hyuck on the stomach making the boy fall off the bed

“Oh my god, Hyuck. I’m so sorry. What were you doing there?” she said as she looked over at the boy on the floor

“I was trying to wake you up, warn me next time to not wake you up” he replied once he recovered, taking his previous seat on the bed

“Sorry, I get really grumpy and annoyed when I get woken up” she mumbled, already feeling guilty from the little accident. Hyuck quickly noticed this.

“Hey don’t worry, no harm done” He assured the girl, landing a quick kiss on her forehead. An action Donghyuck often does but still makes Y/N blush like crazy, he liked the fact that to now he still has this effect on her.

“Why were you waking me up anyways?” Y/N asked

“Oh right, do you want some pizza?”

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The drive took a couple of hours. The two boys just talking to each other, singing out songs, and just watching the view as it passes by.

Just like Y/N said, she passed out a few minutes after they drove off. Hugging the little pillow close to her.The pillow was a gift from Hyuck, he knew she likes to hug something to sleep. As much as he wants it to be him, for now the cute pillow will do.

“Who knew right?” Renjun mumbled catching Hyuck’s attention

“Knew what?”

“You two”

“You know” the boy continued, “Even before you two started to date for real, anyone with two eyes could see just how good of a pair the two of you makes”

“What do you mean?” Hyuck asks his bestfriend

“You’ve been pining for her since the beginning, you just didn’t know it”

“I wasn’t pining”

“Oh please, you whined so much when you didn’t get to see her. When she’s around you wouldn’t even spare us a glance”

As Renjun further explains, a small smile starts to form on Hyuck’s lips

“Look at you, whipped” Renjun teased his bestfriend, he’s joking right now but he’s genuinely happy to see Hyuck this happy.

After that they fell back into comfortable silence, enjoying the rest of their ride.

When they got to the vacation house they rented for the weekend, the two guys stood beside the backseat door contemplating whether who should wake Y/N up

“She’s your girlfriend, why are you making me do this?” Renjun asked, crossing his arms across his chest

“Because” Hyuck reasoned out, this made the other guy raise his eyebrow at his friend

“Because? because what? You deal with this, I’m going to get the bags” with a pat on Hyuck’s back, Renjun walked away.

Donghyuck took a deep breath before opening the door, screaming a bit when he saw Y/N staring back at him

“How long have you been awake?” he asked his girlfriend

“Since the car stopped, you know I have this sensor in my head” she joked then jumped out of the car, “Were you that scared to wake me up?”

“You kicked me once!”

“You said it didn’t hurt”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not pleasant” that earned him an eye roll from Y/N, before she could take her bag from inside the car Hyuck already took it and slung it over his shoulder

“I can carry that you know” Y/N said but made no effort to take it back from him, already knowing she wasn’t going to win. It wasn’t a ‘because I’m the guy I should be carrying the bag’ thing, Hyuck just liked doing things for Y/N. Whether it’s carrying her bag, a book, her hand, he just liked doing it.

“See, I have this theory” Hyuck stated, the pair started to walk towards the house. Even though he was holding both of their bags, his hand still found its way to Y/N’s hand and interlocking their fingers together.

“Do tell”

“You like carrying books around, those things are heavy. You know they say that can stop you from-”

“Stop it right there, I know what you’re about to say” Y/N warned, already knowing what’s about to come

A big smile already on Hyuck’s face, even when Y/N’s trying to look intimidating he still finds her cute and tiny he wanted to keep her in his pocket

“I wasn’t finished telling you my theory, you said you’d listen”

“It’s not a theory, you’re just teasing me”

“You know I only do it out of love” Hyuck took their intertwined hands and kissed the back of Y/N’s hand

“One day, I’m going to accidentally kick you” she said, making air quotes when she said accidentally. Hyuck laughed out loud, knowing she wouldn’t hurt a fly much less her most beloved boyfriend

“You love me too much” he mumbled

“I know, but we never know” she mumbled back then skipped ahead towards the house, the big smile still plastered on Hyuck’s face as he watched Y/N run up towards the rest of his friends.

The whole day they just hung out, went out to the beach until they sun set, pretty much ate every thing they wanted. Now it was dinner time, Jaemin and Jeno were in-charge of grilling the barbeque and burgers. Mark and his girlfriend by the fire pit, playing the guitar while Renjun sings. The two youngest ones even tagged along: Chenle and Jisung.

Y/N met them a few months after being official with Hyuck, she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a dolphin like scream when she got to their apartment. Now she thinks of the two youngest like her own brothers, ready to step in and protect them from the older guys when needed.

The three were making or trying to make some smores, during this time Y/N noticed that Hyuck was nowhere to be seen.

Finishing the last of her smore, she brushed her hand on her pants before standing up to look for her missing boyfriend.

Leaving the little hang out area at the back of the rented house, she walked a bit down the beach. From a distance she see the hammock attached to two trees moving, a leg hanging outside making the hammock move side to side.

She quietly made her way towards the swinging hammock, a plan already forming in her head.

Just as she’s about to scare the guy laying comfortably, he spoke up

“You know you can’t scare me”

“How did you even know it was me?” she asked, walking to side to look down at Hyuck who looked so comfortable laying there with one arm at the back of his head

“I just know” he smiled up at her

“What are you doing here anyways? Do you not want to hang out?” she asked again, the hand that wasn’t under Hyuck’s head already reaching out to grab Y/N’s hand using it to pull her closer towards him

“Just wanted to see the sky for a bit, come here”

“We’re not gonna fit and it might break”

“It won’t, come on we’ll cuddle”

“No, we’re going to-AHH” Y/N didn’t even get to finish her sentence before Hyuck pulled her in by the waist almost making her topple over. If Hyuck didn’t manage to catch her by the waist it time, she would’ve landed on her face on the other side

“Don’t do that! I almost fell”

“You didn’t though, you know I’d never let you fall” the boy chuckled while Y/N finds a more comfortable spot. Settling to the little space beside him, she was almost on top of Hyuck but he didn’t mind. He just wanted her close.

“Will you relax, look up”

“We’ll fall if I move” she mumbled, too scared to make one move

“We won’t, just trust me baby. Look up” Hyuck whispered, landing a soft kiss atop Y/N’s head. Carefully the girl moved until she was looking up too.

“Oh”

“I know right, we don’t get to see this often” Hyuck said quietly, almost scared to disrupt the peaceful moment they were having

“I also know you like the stars”

“I do” Y/N smiled at Hyuck’s statement, she may have mentioned it once or twice but it warms her heart that he still remembers what she said

“Do you like the sun?” the boy asked

“Is that your subtle way of asking me if I like you?” she chuckled, Hyuck didn’t miss the little movement she did to cuddle closer to him. His heart beating strongly in his chest, all because of this girl he’s holding in his arms

“You said the moon is your favorite” Y/N could just imagine the little pout he had on, so she turned her head up to land a little kiss on his chin before burying her face on his chest. His heartbeat against her cheek.

“You’re my most favorite” she mumbled

“Am I? I feel like that’s Chenle and Jisung”

“Okay maybe you’re a close third, okay okay I’m kidding” Y/N joked but Hyuck started to push her off

“You already know I love you the most” this time Y/N whispered those words by Hyuck’s ear, making the boy smile so big he felt like his lips would tear apart

“Say that again”

“I love you”

“I know”

This answer made Y/N look up at her boyfriend, a cheeky smile already plastered on the boy’s face

“Yah, you’re supposed to say it back. You know what I’m going to go back to my two favorite boys” with this, Y/N pushed her self up and started to walk back to the house

“I was kidding come back!” Hyuck said in between laughs while chasing after his girlfriend. He jogged after her, catching her by waist and turning her around to face him

“Wipe that pout off before I kiss it off you”

“All talk, No do” Y/N knew what was going to happen the moment those words left her mouth.

Before she could utter another word out, Hyuck’s lips were on her. Sealing whatever she was about to say next. It was a gentle and sweet kiss, the kind of kiss that feels like time slows down and it’s just the two of them.

“You were saying?” Hyuck asked when they broke apart

“I love you” the boy added

Y/N just smiled up here favorite boy, landing one last delicate on his lips before hugging him close

“I know”

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asphyxheart · 4 years ago

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The night of the 30th of August

Back to real stuff with that story. The 30th of August is the night I tried to die and nearly managed to do it. I will give more details in the following text. But first, I need to say that I need to speak about it. It’s not something poeple asked me, this is not to draw attention like some poeple said in my dms or whatever stupid random thing you could think off. I write, and if poeple react, eh, why not, bur really I don’t care if you enjoy or not. That being said, let’s start the story in itself.

When I loaded the crossbow this night, I had no idea I was about to shot myself. Sure, I unlocked the safety so if I ever pull the trigger, it would shots, but I did it automatically. I made some pushes and breathold to make my heart pound and find the good spot to put the tip of the nail I was about to shot in my heart. Once I found the spot, I placed the crossbow and put a finger on the trigger.

At that moment, it was lost. I had no more coherent thoughts, just a whirling wind of abstract and delusive thinkings. Worthless. Live ? but why. Death was appealing. Very seductive. Why live why live why live. I am useless. Useless again and again. Why living. Death. I want to die. Not live. Those are the only thing I remember, but I stood there for a solid 15 minutes with that crossbow aimed at my heart. I was completly lost in my mind, confused at such a point I couldn’t even remember where I was, who I was, what I was doing. I was nothing at that moment. Pure incoherent thoughts.

Then I shot. As easy as that, I pulled the trigger. The shock of the nail entering my body woke me up and I realised that I eventually might have done something stupid. Note that I still don’t regret having tried to die, I only regret having panicked and called the emergencies. So, after I woke up from that…narcosis of thoughts, I called emergencies because…well, I was dying, and my survival instinct, curse on it, made me call the 144 (Swiss emergency number).

It is hard to describe how it feels to have a nail in the heart and lung. It felt like a punch, then no more pain for some minutes, just a disturbance where the nail was because it was moving. It was a like having a needle in the skin, but bigger obviously, and a little bit burning. No blood was spurting out, I wasn’t shouting in pain or begging for my life as some poeple asked me in my dm, I was “just“ in shock, so most of the physical pain signals were blocked because of the massive adrenaline release.

I also called the guard service of my company. Us Swiss need to serve yearly in the military duty, and I was in the middle of my yearly duty service. I called them to say I will not be able to come the next day because I had a pretty bad accident.

After that second call that felt very important to me at that particular moment, I went in my living room and waited the emergencies. The doctor of the village I live in arrived first and began to take my blood pressure and ECG, stething me and even if things were going a bit grey, I saw he was concerned. The nail was moving at each beat of my heart. I remember the bpm, that was of 32. Then I closed my eyes but stayed counscious. It was hard to keep the eyes open. It was damn hard to breath too. My pierced lung had accumulated some air in the pleural cavity and was slowly crushing my lung, pushing my heart and misplacing the rest of my internal organs. It became more evident in the ambulance (I’ll speak of that later).

The ambulance arrived and I walked to the bed they had prepared for me. It was hard to walk too, because it made the nail move and the pain was beginning to come back. I remember they injected something in me to help my heart beat and put me under oxygen, with the mask. Truly, you don’t know how needed those mask are until you are in need of one yourself. It helped me a lot with breathing but I still had a very bad breathing. The ambulance began its travel and drived fast to the CHUV, because it was the only hospital in my department that had the correct equipement. It was approximately 120km away from my home. But as it was 2-3am, no one was on the road so the ambulance travelled very fast. I remember…a lot from that ambulance, including when they needed to stop because breathing was impossible for me. The pneumothorax turned to be an acute pneumothorax and was beginning to push my heart and crush the right lung. They stopped the ambulance and pierced the pneumothorax. The sound, I will remember all my life I think. Pshhhhhhhh. Under pressure gas, really. Because…air was under pressure in my chest actually, and gas in the chest cavity is pretty bad usually.

Anyway, they drained the air and I could breath again. I heard some words but didn’t paid attention to them as they were not directed to me. I remember “very visible jugular“ words, that’s all. The ambulance travelled to the hospital and we arrived at the CHUV.

The CHUV is one of the biggest Swiss hospital. I arrived at the emergency department and at least 30 poeple were waiting there. Well, maybe not 30, but for how numb I was, that felt like a litteral crowd. I remember having thought “all those poeple for me ? but no, don’t, it’s not worth. Go to sleep“. Then they cut my pant with scissors, placed green sheets over my chest and began to sedate me I suppose ? I don’t remember. I do remember the bright flash light when the bed was pushed to the operating room, then I passed out. I don’t know if it was because of cardiac tamponad (the surgeon that operated me said I was very close to death when he opened me) or because of the ketamin they used to sedate me. They told me it was ketamin. No idea actually, I just trust my doctors about everything.

Anyway, the bright light, then the darkness.

And I woke up.

I fucking woke up.

My first words, once they removed the intubation tube to make me breath, were “and shit“.

I was sore, the same soreness as if you had pushed your body to its limit during a sport session and didn’t do the stretching. Everywhere was hurting, breathing was agony. My breathing volume was so low (they gave me that tuby tube thing to breath in to train again my lung to breath alone, I’ll send a pic if I can find it again). Moving my hand was sending pain in my chest, moving my head, moving my legs. Pain.

I got the visit of the psy who asked me straight away why I did that. I answered I wanted to die and still wanted to. I kinda still want too nowadays, but I’ll speak of that later. I got his visit 4-5 times for the week I was in hospital. I spent 3 days in ICU, 2 days in…“soins continus“ and 2-3 days in normal room. The time after I woke up meant nothing, I was completly disconnected and didn’t care about anything. To me it just felt like another failure, but this one like the ultaimate failure. I got the complete opposite of what I initially wanted.

It is a very strange feeling to have a breastbone in 2 pieces and not in one solid piece. I felt very vulnerable. And weak, so weak. That’s normal after such a big operation and long sedation, but still. My chest was smooth and tender, if a book was laid on it I felt it would make a hole.

Days at hospital could have been annoying, but to me, it wasn’t. I slept a lot, get drugged a lot (for painkiller), slept because of painkiller, then ate my food (one hour for a biscuit, otherwise I threw up), then slept again. Some visits, the psy, the police, my captain. My family. When i was physically better they put me in psychiatric hospital for a week and a half, then I went home. And that’s it. What happened during the night of the 30th of August.

But no death, not this time. Another time, maybe. Or not. I don’t know. For my mental state right now as I write this story, it is half half. I half want to die and half want to live. I take my medecine and go to every appointement with my psy. I think it’s helping ? In another hand I just think it’s a waste of time and they should focus on other poeple because I am not worth it. I know it’s depression that makes thought like that and that I should take distance from those, but it’s hard, very hard. Death is still pretty appealing and I uncounsciously look for another safe way of dying, but at the same time I don’t want to. See ? hard to explain, and severe ambivalence. Screw me.

#suicide #Open Heart Surgery #dark cardiophilia #cardiophilia

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Thirty-Nine: File Folder ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

When his alarm sounds, blaring from the speaker of his phone, Sasuke gives a groan and rolls over. A hand fishes around for the device, managing (after several fumbles) to silence the damn thing.

Once his room is quiet again, he sighs and sinks back atop the mattress.

...it’s Tuesday. He has work today.

Ugh.

An arm slung over his eyes, he shifts it up to his brow, staring at his ceiling. Most of the room is dark save for a soft glow that peeks out from a tiny gap above his window’s blinds. The entire space looks blue. Mind oddly blank, he takes a minute or two to let his brain catch up, and then heaves himself up out of bed with a grunt.

Footsteps take him to the shower, which quickly fills with hot water. To this day, he doesn’t know how Itachi manages those cold ones. He’d sooner cut off his left hand. Whatever benefits the elder brother claims they have are not worth it. Within seven minutes he’s back out, toweling off and getting dressed. Lacing up his shoes, he abandons the apartment bedroom and heads instead into the belly of the flat. Breakfast is two hard boiled eggs and toast, all washed down with a cup of coffee. While he indulges in meals out fairly often, today just feels like a morning in kind of day.

Finally checking his phone, he notes the small nine-plus on his messages. Seems he was pretty popular after heading to bed last -

...oh.

Opening his messages, he can’t help a flinch. They’re all (but one) from Sakura. The extra is from his brother, reminding him of a meeting they have this afternoon with a client. The rest he builds up courage for before opening.

It’s a long tirade that bounces between anger, woe-is-me, accusations, pleads for pity...a typical Sakura exchange. Seems her being fired yesterday didn’t go over well...and she is, as he predicted, blaming him. Claiming it’s all an elaborate hoax to get her out of his hair.

...well, she’s half right. His father’s decision to remove her was a good segue into him telling her he really isn’t interested anymore. But it wasn’t him who suggested or thought up the move. That was entirely on Fugaku, but...good luck convincing her of that with her mind already made up for his guilt.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he decides to try and head off a reply now.

Sakura, it wasn’t my decision, it was my father’s. I was just as surprised as you were. But you’re right - I think this is as good a sign as any that we need to get some distance. Whatever that was between us...it’s been over for a while now. I have to get to work. For now, we both have some adjusting to do. Good luck.

Maybe a bit blunter than he meant it to sound, but...he’s rather sick of her attitude, anyway.

And all of this reminds him of what, instead, is waiting for him at work.

In the interim as Fugaku finds his younger son a new permanent secretary, Sasuke’s been assigned a temporary one: a girl from their billing department is filling in until a new hire is found. She’s only been there since yesterday, and admittedly Sasuke didn’t see much of her - she spent a great deal of time being walked through the process by Itachi’s assistant. Thankfully Sasuke’s day had been pretty light, and he hadn’t really needed her for anything.

...there’s just one problem.

She’s really cute.

And Fugaku had given him a lecture about office romances when he’d broken the news about Sakura’s being let go, citing his fallout with her as a small but real part of her being fired. But Sakura, to be fair, hadn’t really been much of anything except a casual, once-in-a-blue moon sort of deal. Her ‘distraction’ had been minimal at best, and it was far more her behavior that got her sacked. Sasuke’s attitude toward her making her sour had just been a chip off the iceberg.

Now she’s out of the picture, and Hinata - the girl from billing - will be there two weeks tops, according to his father. Then back to billing she’ll go, several floors down. And Sasuke’s new help, as Fugaku warned, will be someone he won’t be too keen on sleeping with, in hopes of curbing his tendency to make the office...tense.

Which, in his mind, isn’t wholly fair. Sakura was the one who made it such a big deal...and it was the only time it happened. It wasn’t like he had a list ten people long he’s messed around with! The way Fugaku spoke made it sound like a bad habit…

But now he’s got this to deal with. Hinata. Unlike Sakura, she’s been charming, sweet, and far more polite. As much as he hated to admit it...he was a bit smitten almost immediately. And he did not want to prove his father right. So, he’d holed himself up in his office, watching through the windows as she got mini lessons from the other secretary.

So...what to do. She won’t be in the department forever - and Fugaku had, even if he hadn’t been wholly serious, suggested that being that removed would make any possible relations more...excusable. Should things go south, they wouldn’t be forced into close quarters like he and Sakura had been.

But his pride also tells him it’s a dumb idea if only because he knows his father will give him shit about it.

Scowling to himself, Sasuke glances at his phone - he’d better get going, or he’s going to be late.

He can’t avoid her forever.

Thankfully it’s a short drive to the proper building, and then an elevator ride to the right floor. It’s already bustling - any day a new client comes to have talks, it’s all the executive department can talk about. Itachi’s already agreed to brief him on it - it’s rather last minute, arranged over the weekend and only confirmed yesterday morning.

...to his honest surprise, she’s already there.

Back to him, she’s fishing through a file cabinet by her desk. The top drawer is just a little too tall for her, stood on her tiptoes to peer into it. She’s got a pencil skirt, a dark purple in color that matches the jacket she has on. Dark leggings run all the way down to her shoes, which have just a hint of heel (and yet still not enough to see what she’s looking for). While it had been down yesterday, her hair is caught up in a neat bun this morning.

To his own aggravation, he finds himself subtly giving her backside a glance. He can’t really help himself - that skirt is just -

“Aha!”

Startled from his staring, Sasuke makes to appear as though he’s just approaching, watching as Hinata fetches a file folder before closing the drawer and smiling. “Find what you you were looking for?”

It’s her turn to jump a bit, not expecting him to be so close. “O-oh! Mr. - um...Sasuke! You got a flag from your brother asking you to look over some, um...some forms that pertain to your meeting this afternoon. I believe these are the c-correct ones.”

Head tilting in interest, he accepts the file and skims through it. “Seem to be. I’ll double check with him just to be sure. Thanks for digging them out.”

“Of course!”

Shutting the folder, he looks back up to her. “...seems you’re settling in okay. Anything giving you grief yet?”

“Not so far, no...a-any questions I’ve had, your brother’s assistant has been able to help me with! I think I have the hang of the b-basics. I’ve been trying not to bother her too much...I want to try to get the r-rest on my own. Unless, um...unless something pressing comes up, of course. I don’t want to waste any of your time -”

“It’s fine. It’s pretty rare anything has less than a day’s turnaround. And if they do, you’ll know, and she can help you.”

A light shade of flustered pink alights her cheeks, and he inwardly curses. “Ah...all right. Well, um...I’ll let you get to it! Your brother wanted you to l-look over those forms sometime before this afternoon, so...I don’t want to distract you.”

“All right - I’ll page you if anything else comes up.”

“Got it!”

Taking the file with him, he closes the door to his office and sets it on his desk, standing for a moment with a heavy sigh.

...this isn’t going well. It isn’t going well at all. Why did it have to be her out of anyone in billing? She’s so damn distracting! And not in bad ways, he just...really doesn’t need this right now. Any other time…

A hand reaches and eases at the tension in his brow. Well...best he start going over the paperwork. He rarely has to do much in meetings like this - mostly just pay attention and help make sure nothing is awry - another pair of eyes and ears. But Itachi seems a bit more serious about this one than usual, so...best he put in the effort.

And maybe it’ll help get other things off his mind...

.oOo.

(This is a sequel to day 262!) The sequel no one saw coming xD I know continuing this one - especially almost 100 days later - is SUPER random, but I couldn't NOT do something office related with a prompt like 'file folder' lol - and I like this concept anyway =w= Poor Sasuke. He goes from a not-great hookup with one secretary (and getting in trouble for it) to having one even CUTER and more appealing show up! He just can't catch a break! Well...maybe once she goes back to billing, he can give this a shot. Otherwise, his pride (and his dad xD) won't stand for it. Anywho, I'm still UBER behind, like...17? 18 days? I can't math, but uh...a lot. idk if I'll really have time to do much catching up before the end of the year, but obviously at least SOME of it will spill over into 2020. Whoops? Can't really be helped though, life has just been too much to keep up here like I wanted, but...I won't get too much into that. This was Dec 5's prompt, and uh...well, it's 3am, so it's technically the 23 here, so...yeah, I'm very behind :'D But I'll finish up whenever I can - just wanted to reiterate that, aha~ But for now, it's late, as always...I need to sleep. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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sunsetinmyvein · 6 years ago

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Back to the Street Where We Began

A/N - So... Tumblr’s going to shit. It’s always nice when your favourite hellsite gives fair warning before the impending apocalypse. You guys want a thing to read before the bombs fall?

He took a harsh drag of the joint, leaving the smoke sitting in his lungs for as long as he could hold it before blowing out slowly. A cough tickled the edge of his throat, threatening to spoil his composure, but he managed to avoid it. He looked over to the girl sitting next to him before a smirk spread across his lips. He held the cigarette out to her and she took it, trying to take a similarly long drag but ending up spluttering. The smoke burned the back of her throat from inhaling too quick, inexperience showing through plain as day. A laugh erupted from his lips.

“Hey, I don’t do this half as often as you!” She said, trying to regain her breath.

“All the more reason for you to stop trying to impress and just enjoy yourself. That’s the second time tonight you’ve done that.” He replied as he took it back.

“I wasn’t trying to impress.” She frowned.

“Sure.” He shrugged, sarcasm underlying his tone.

“I wasn’t!”

“Pretty certain you’re definitely trying to impress me. You’ve always been madly in love with me because I’m just so irresistible.” He added as he took one last drag and snubbed the rest out.

A flush crept onto her cheeks at the thought that maybe he had finally worked it out, but her current state made it easier to shrug it off. She shoved his shoulder playfully, making his breath catch in his throat and the smoke come tumbling out of his mouth. He leaned forwards onto his knees, trying to control his coughs. She giggled slightly at the sight before handing him the bottle of water next to her foot. “This is your doing!” He wheezed as he took a swig of water.

“Are you sure it isn’t you being super into me ever since we’ve known each other? And the physical contact just being all too much? I’m just so incredibly irresistible after all.” She mocked, trying her best to impersonate him.

“I recall it was you in highschool who had a picture of me in their locker, sweetheart.” He said as he pressed the tip of his finger to her nose.

“You gave me a photo of the two of us and said ‘hang it in your locker’! And you were in a band, Bren. You were in half of the schools lockers!”

“That is not how I recall things.” He tried to lie before bursting out laughing at some joke only he knew the punchline to. His laughter was always contagious to her, particularly when they were high, as had frequently been the case in high school. They spent a good while laughing before finally calming down. The familiar buzz of the weed had started to settle in for both of them. The couch suddenly felt a lot comfier than it had five minutes ago. He leaned his head against the back of the couch as they both sat crossed legged facing each other. He looked at her with half lidded eyes, a lazy smile on his lips. The drug had truly hit her at this point, and the regular feeling of warmth and slight tingling on the skin had started. Things always felt sort of different while high, sort of… better? She never got the munchies per se, but chewing felt different, food tasted better, so she typically ended up eating anyway. Music sounded better, food smelled better, she could only imagine that other senses experienced the same heightened feeling.

She felt the tension in the air grow, or maybe it was just the tension in her head. “Should we uh… watch a movie or something?” She asked, finally breaking the staring contest they apparently started.

“Sounds good.” He muttered as he turned back around to face the TV. She pressed play on the first movie she saw on his hard drive, more so needing something to fill the silence than to pay attention to. It wasn’t long however before Brendon felt compelled to fill the void himself. “So why do you try to impress me?” He mused as he looked back at her.

“I don’t try to impress you.” She defended.

“You doooooo.” He sung. “You always used to say you liked bands you had never heard of when we first met. You used to come into my work allllllll the time, and I lost track of the amount of times you got me little gifts.” He noted. “I mean… I enjoy all of these things, but I don’t think I ever deserved your company.”

“That’s just me, I got other people gifts and stuff too.” She admitted, hoping that he would drop it. He erupted in giggles all of a sudden.

“I remember this one time, you met me after work and wanted to show me this… this one park ‘cause you really liked it.” He recited, smiling fondly. “We went and sat on the swings for ages, just talking. God, I think we were out until about 3am that night… I really wanted to hold your hand but I don’t think I did.” He added as an afterthought, losing himself in his own memory. Part of her registered everything he had said, a small voice in the back of her brain picked up on one particular part of that sentence, but more of her wanted to be snarky back.

“I think I’d remember if you did that.” She scoffed.

“Why? Because it would scar you for life?” He replied with a roll of his eyes.

“I’d definitely remember.” She reassured quietly. “A better question: why do you always flirt with everyone you meet?” She asked back, jabbing him in the shoulder with her finger.

“I… I don’t flirt with everyone.” He answered as he scratched at the back of his neck nervously.

“You literally kissed Ryan at the show last night.”

“Yeah but that’s part of the act.”

“It still counts.”

“Well, I guess… I don’t think it does though. Because I like attention? I’m a bit of an arrogant bastard who thinks everyone should like me?” He laughed. “My real flirting is different, all the rest of it is just… part of the show that is me.” He said with a proud hand on his chest.

“What’s your real flirting like then?” She asked as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Uh… are you sure you want to know?” He asked uncertainly. He couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach coming to life at the contact. Suddenly he was entirely unsure of what to do with his hands. He’d been into her for as long as he could remember, but he’d fucked up every single one of his relationships in the past and she deserved better than that. “I mean, it’s just so hard to resist, I don’t know if you’d cope.” He recovered, raising a suggestive eyebrow as he looked down at her.

“Try me.” She shot back as she looked up to meet his gaze.

“Well… I need some context. Who? How long have I known them? What are we doing?”

She thought for a moment. “A nice easy one at the start; random person you just met at the bar.” She suggested as she shuffled her head against him to better gauge his responses. He scratched the stubble forming on his chin thoughtfully.

“I’d probably not offer to buy them a drink right off the bat, that doesn’t seem to work so well these days. I’d… stand at the bar for a while, act like I was looking for my friends. Eventually order a drink but be unable to decide what I want and ask what they’re having. Compliment that it’s a good choice once I’ve taken a sip and then try and spark conversation. Once we’ve found at least… three? Roughly three, areas of common interest, go in for an arm touch and judge the reaction. Then it’s easy from there.” He finished with a wink.

“Very well thought out.” She nodded in approval.

The silence briefly returned between them, the TV continuing in the background but neither really hearing it. She hummed aloud to herself as the gears in her brain turned. “All right… How about… I dunno, a colleague?”

“How close do we work together?”

She thought about this for a moment. “They started a year ago and you see them every day but don’t work together.”

“Well, obviously that’s a long-term sort of plan. Start by being where they are, when they normally go to grab coffee in the morning be there before they are, make little bits of small talk when we cross paths. Gradually start slipping cool things into conversation; ‘I had a gig on the weekend with my band.’ ‘I was voted most awesome hair in high school.’”

“You were not.”

He shushed her loudly as he wiped his whole hand down her face. “I am not done. You start by being confident, and then you gotta be honest. Or at least seemingly so. ‘Had to take my pet to the vet on the weekend.’ Doesn’t matter if it’s true, but get that sympathy ball rolling, show that you’re more than just cool and suave.”

“You are neither of those things.”

“I am not. Done. Once they seem to think I’m a giant softy, say something else all heart-felt and ask them out for a drink. They will of course say yes because I am so charming. Buy them a drink, and then we’re back at scenario one.” He grinned proudly.

“You have thought about all of this too much.” She laughed. The smile remained on his lips as leaned back into the couch, his eyelids drooping over his eyes.

“I am a master of getting what I want.” He chuckled. The weed coursed through his veins, making his limbs feel heavy but comfortable. It wasn’t so much that he couldn’t move, he just didn’t want to. Though, the look she was giving him and the fact that she was still leaning against his side added to that. He wasn’t sure she’d ever quite looked at him that way before.

“One last one…” She all but whispered, the sinking feeling settling firmly in the pit of her stomach. Did she really want to ask..?

“Shoot, darlin’.”

She swallowed hard, meeting his dark brown eyes that stared at her fondly. The smile that crept up to the corner of his eyes nearly made her chicken out, but she pushed past the anxious feeling. “What about a long term high school crush?” She asked quietly, turning her interest back to the TV to avoid having to take in his reaction. His eyes widened for a moment as he turned to look at her. He wasn’t sure if that was a blush dusting her cheeks or if it was just the light of the TV. But either way it left her hard to read. His heart sat at the top of his throat and he had to give himself a moment to compose an answer.

“Well, I,” He cleared his throat to try and get rid of the shake in it. A part of his brain already had the plan set out and ready to go like he did for the last two scenarios. But instead of answering with a well formulated and calculatedly flirty answer, his mouth decided to do whatever it wanted. “I haven’t actually… worked that one out yet.” He admitted. She frowned at the screen in front of them, but still didn’t dare meet his steady gaze.

“What do you mean?” She asked. “You’ve asked out so many people from high school?” She added, thinking back to his conquests that he had mentioned in the past.

“Yeah, but I never, uh… truthfully had any feelings for them.” He confessed, feeling his face burn up at having to admit it.

She let out an incredulous laugh, the movement sending shivers through him. He felt caught off guard for a moment when he didn’t understand the joke, but eventually she made herself clear.

“Why does that not surprise me?” He felt a pang of embarrassment at that. Did he really come across as that sort of guy? But before he had enough time to process that thought, she continued. “So you never had any high school crushes?” She asked. It had almost slipped her mind why she had asked this in the first place. She was too caught up in the train of thought that Brendon had apparently never liked anyone at all in high school. She wasn’t certain if that was a good thing or a bad thing for her own chances.

“No, I-I did.” He nodded, running a hand through his thick hair. She expected him to continue but he let the silence hang in the air between them.

“If you had crushes on people, and you dated people, how can you not have had the chance to properly flirt with a high school crush?” She asked. Her brain seemed to be struggling to keep up at the pace it normally would. Any and all over thinking and hypothesising had gone out the window.

“I was too nervous to ever flirt with the girl I had feelings for, so I dated other people instead.” Brendon desperately hoped that maybe the couch would just open up and swallow him whole. This is not how he wanted things to go. Over the years he had thought of many potential ways to confess his feelings, not a single one involving him being under the influence and not able to string a full thought together. He had hoped to do some grand gesture one day when he was maybe 100 and had worked out how to get over his fears of rejection and losing people that he cared about. He took a large gulp of the beer on the coffee table, trying to push aside his irrational worries. A little flicker of hope burned in her chest. He had dated a fair amount of people from their high school classes, that didn’t exactly leave many people left for him to have crushed on.

It might have been the drug, but something gave her a burst of confidence. Maybe she could ask a few more questions to try and work out who it was he had a crush on.

“So, how would you do it then? Like, hypothetically if you had to now.” She shrugged, trying her best to sound casual.

He caught himself on the beer going down his throat, nearly spluttering the mouthful over the coffee table. “Like… how would I flirt with them these days?” He asked eventually after a few coughs. She nodded in response, still fixated on the movie in front of them. He considered this for a moment. How was he meant to answer that? Did he just make something up? Her mind began to wander before his voice dragged it back. “Well, in this… hypothetical, do I still know her-them?” His voice wavered slightly with his erratic pulse.

“Yeah,” She laughed under her breath, “let’s say you’re still pretty good friends.”

He drummed the back of the couch with his fingers, thinking carefully about his next words. “Knowing me, nothing would’ve happened so far. So there’s nothing to jump off of to lead into the flirting.” He started. “But, uh, I would probably drop a few select sentences into conversation. See how she reacts to them. I’d bring up a few particular topics in conversations over the years and try to work out where I might stand with her.” She could feel his gaze burning into the side of her head. “It’s probably most likely that – that I’ll be a total wuss and never do anything about my feelings. I’ll be too scared to ruin a good thing. So I’ll invite her round every other week with the intention of telling her and never do it.” His voice dropped at the end. He wanted nothing more than to be able to look into her eyes and try to work out if she understood what he was saying, but she still intently watched the TV. She watched it with so much interest that he was worried his words might be falling on deaf ears. “I’d probably ask her to come round one Friday night to get stoned and watch a movie with me in the hopes that maybe it will feel like high school again. And maybe I can pretend I didn’t spend far too many years not doing anything about how I felt.” His breath hitched in his throat. He was pretty confident he could not have made it any more clear without opening shouting from the rooftops that he had wanted to date her since they met in maths class eight years ago.

Unbeknownst to him, she had not been paying attention to the TV at all. She had been listening to his words with her full attention and refused to look at him so that he wouldn’t see the blush furiously spreading across her cheeks. The weed in her system slowed her usually rapid mind. Normally this worked in her favour while she was high, because it was easier to calm down. But right now she wanted nothing more than to overthink the situation in 30 seconds and work out how to best respond to his confession that he was into her. That her feelings were mutual. One thought settled in her mind and then refused to dislodge itself. The thought that she should do what she’s wanted to do for years and kiss the man beside her. She sat up slightly, shuffling away from his shoulder and turning to look at him. His gaze looked entirely worried, but something sat there underneath his tension. Something… tender? Something in her pushed her towards the confidence boost she needed, it gave her that boost and then shoved her right onto the other side as her lips crashed into his without another thought. He made a muffled noise of surprise before melting into the touch and kissing her back. It took a few seconds for their brains to register what was happening, but when they did they both felt like their nerves were on fire. It was a fierce enough sensation that they both pulled back for a moment, staring at each other with their pupils blown and chests heaving.

Questions still sat at the edge of her mind that she spewed out before she could consider them. “Y-you… so it’s me, right?” She asked, trying to keep her tone steady.

He laughed loudly. “Yes, it’s you.” He confirmed as he tackled her into a hug, knocking her back onto the couch with a thud. “I never assumed that you actually were madly in love with me due to my tantalizing nature and undying charm. You said you weren’t trying to impress me, you liar.” His teasing words sounded a lot more loving when he was lying over her with his forehead pressed to hers. The smile playing on his lips and the sparkle cast in his eyes from the light of the TV – or maybe cast by his apparent amusement – made him look even more attractive than he usually was. How he hadn’t spontaneously combusted under the pressure of his good looks was a mystery to her.

“Of course I was trying to impress you, you were the hottest guy in school and for whatever reason you decided you wanted to be friends with me. I felt like I had to make sure I was worth your time.” She scoffed, trying not to lose her voice at the intense atmosphere surrounding them.

“You’re always worth my time.” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, slowly starting to trail them down the side of her jaw. The feeling sent a shiver down her spine. She had been right in her suspicions of things feeling better under the influence. What might have felt nice under other circumstances felt like potentially the best experience of her life in this one. His lips trailing across her skin left goosebumps along her arms and made the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.

“So…” He breathed against her neck, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. “What do we do now?” She had no clue where this confidence was coming from (probably the joint that Brendon had given her however long ago that he had described as “the really good shit”) but she was compelled to pick up the flirtatious sword Brendon normally swung.

“We could, ah… make up for lost time?” She suggested. Instantly she felt like she shouldn’t have said it. Thankfully her worries were quelled as quickly as they had risen by the grin that spread across his face. He pressed his lips to hers softly.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea to me, darlin’.”

#Brendon Urie #Brendon Urie x Reader #sunsetinmyvein

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maliciouslycreative · 6 years ago

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WERE!DUCK!DEAN!!!

Ok so when I had my concussion last year it was during nanowrimo. I had trouble focusing on writing so I pretty much asked @rosemoonweaver to give me some crack prompts. This is where the sentient dildos fic came from. This was another one I started and forgot about in my concussion induced haze. I had to actually reread what I’d written because I was only vaguely aware I’d even written this. And OMFG

Dean was so sure he knew everything aboutweres. He’d been hunting for long enough that there was hardlyanything that really surprised him any more.

“A what?” Dean repeated and gave Sama blank stare.

Sam sighed and ran his hands through hishair for like the 50thtime. “You heard me right, a were duck.”

“That’s not a real thing.” Deansaid.

“Yah, I didn’t think so either.” Hepushed the old Men of Letters journal across the table so that Deancould read it. “But according to Arthur Wilkins it’s a realthing. Apparently there are all sorts of were animals out there butthey tend to fly under the radar because they don’t all eat humanhearts.”

“Really? Fly under the radar?”

Sam gave Dean his best bitch face. “Isthis really what you’re going to focus on here?”

“Sorry.” Dean grabbed the journal andglanced over the neat handwriting. Sure enough right at the top ofthe page there were the words ‘were duck’ written in Arthur’sneat handwriting. “Ok so now what? I turn into a fucking duck everyfull moon and eat a shit tonne of bread?”

“Well I guess it depends on what kindof duck you are. But my guess is aquatic vegetation or small aquaticanimals like fish or frogs.”

“Frogs.” Dean’s face paled.“Jesus.”

“Hey well that’s a lot better thanhuman hearts.” Sam offered weakly.

They sat in uncomfortable silence for acouple minutes as Dean absently flipped through the journal.Eventually Dean sighed and held up the journal, “don’t supposeyou found a cure in this thing?”

“No, but I’m assuming that a standardwerewolf cure would work the same?”

“Dude, I got bit by some random assduck at like 3AM when we were trying to find a windiego cave. Whatare we going to do? Go out and kill every fucking duck in the area?Pretty sure someone would notice and we might actually get arrestedfor that.”

“Well...” Sam ran his hand throughhis hair again and Dean was about ready to leap across the table tostop him. It was driving him nuts. “We could see if anyone aroundhere has an affinity for ducks?”

“What are we going to do? Go door todoor and ask if anyone’s seen The Duck Man?” Dean grumbled

“The who?” Sam frowned.

“You know, beggar, has a duck on hishead… don’t you read anything that’s not stuffy old dead guyjournals or research books?” At Sam’s continued confused lookDean sighed. Dean tossed the journal on the table and stood up, chairscraping loudly on the library floor. “Right. Good talk.” Deanstarted stalking out of the library.

“Hey, what are you going to do?” Samscrambled to his feet.

Dean paused at the library’s exit.“Gonna call Cas. Maybe his feathery ass can help us find The DuckMan.”

“It could be a woman. Or a non binaryperson.” Sam added helpfully.

It was Dean’s turn to give Sam a bitchface. “You’re ruining my reference. I need to get you a copy ofSoul Music...” He muttered the last part as he turned and stalkedout of the room.

That’s the first scene and omfg I may have to finish this because I’m sobbing this is so good.

#unforth-ninawaters #replies #wip meme #were duck dean

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yeolsaurs · 7 years ago

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❧ bff to bf - oh sehun

anon asked : helooo! can i request a highschool!au sehun best friend confession scenario? thanks in advance✨

this was so hard to write bc i had nO IDEAS

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the slightest crush on your best friend of three years. He was there every day, to make you laugh, to be the reason for your smile, to comfort you if you cry, to make you feel special. He was the best friend everyone asked for, but he was the boyfriend you asked for.

You didn’t want to think of him as more than a friend because you feared he wouldn’t reincorporate those feelings and everything will become super awkward. You weren’t going to risk it, not one bit.

He was risking it though, he was becoming more affectionate. He carelessly captured your body in his arms, he casually held hands, he took you out to dinner on random nights, he would rest his hands on your thighs if he was seated next to you. He never noticed the effect he left on you, and you were glad he didn’t notice.

But there will be a time where he will notice and catch onto everything, and that time was today. “[Y/N],” He called you as he messed with your intertwined hands while the two of you were out shopping with his friends, “Your ears are turning red.”

You shook your head, “It’s just hot in here.” He nodded and the both of you continued to just go on with the shopping, your face a bit redder than usual.

The next time Sehun noticed your red face was when he took you out for a 3AM ramen run. He was spending the night at your house because the both of you had to study for the upcoming test and you were helping each other. The both of you forgot about the time and were hungry, so it was time for a store run.

When you were seated in the passenger seat, his hand landed down on your thigh as he began to back out of your driveway and towards the nearest convenience store that was open at the time.

As he was driving, the radio music turned down to a low level and sleep took over you, but you didn’t mind. It was 3AM and you’ve been studying, plus it might take Sehun a bit longer due to the fact that not many stores were open at 3AM.

Once he found a place, which was actually close by, he squished your thigh to get you to wake up, then whispering ‘wake up’ in your ear. It scared you of how close he was when you opened your eyes, so of course, he noticed how you started to turn red and your breathing became a bit heavier.

“Are you okay? These past couple days you’ve been getting red quite a lot, are you coming down with a fever?” You shook your head at him and quickly left his car to go pick up some food, him following right behind you not soon after.

The next day he just casually walked up behind you and leaned on you, his arms draped over your shoulders and his chin rested on your head. He stood there as he watched you put your class textbooks into your locker and bring out two more for the last periods of the day.

“Sehun.” You told him, he hummed and watched as you tried to turn to the side. He allowed you to by turning himself and walking with you. Him still casually draped over you. You wanted to ignore it, to get him off of you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He felt nice.

“[Y/N],” He moved his arms from your shoulders to just a couple inches above your waits, “Stop wiggling. It’s uncomfortable.” You obligated to his order, just casually walking towards the cafeteria with the two textbooks pressed against your chest.

“Do… do you have to hold me like this?” You asked him, your voice toned down a bit. He nodded his head and you knew it was a yes, so you just ignored it and continued to walk with Sehun.

He volunteered to give you a ride home - he just didn’t mention he was going to stop at a restaurant so the both of you could eat. You found nothing wrong with it, it’s just that they are so unplanned and now it’s just only to two of you.

It feels like a date. He asks what you want, he orders for you, he gets desserts for the both of you to share, he pays for every meal. He would do this as a best friend too, but now it just feels a bit weirder because you’ve come to like him.

“We’ll take one of the chocolate cake slices too,” Sehun told the waiter as he came to pick up the plate from your meal. “Why just one?” You asked Sehun, and he just shrugged his shoulders. “That way we can both share them. I mean, I don’t see what wrong with that.” He was right, there was nothing wrong with it. It’s just that you’ll be sharing a cake. Like a couple.

“Plus, this isn’t the first time we shared a dessert.” He was right again, you’ve shared cakes with each other before. It’s a best friend thing.

The cake come after a couple minutes, and the waiter gave you both forks and told you to enjoy your cake. It was a good cake, it was even better because Sehun barely touched and watched you munch down on most of it.

“Hey [Y/N], say ‘ah’.” You looked at him weirdly but stared down at the big chunk of cake on his fork. “You don’t want it?” He nudged the spoon again, and you opened your mouth and let him feed you. He smiled as you chewed on it, breaking it down before you swallow it.

“You look cute when you chew.” You gave him another look, making him laugh as you continued to eat the chocolate cake. Without warning, he leaned in and rubbed his thumb on your chin. Oh my god. It was happening again, you were getting hot again, and you were sure Sehun saw it.

“We should probably take you home, you might be coming down with a fever.”

Sehun’s hand was intertwined with yours again, and he swung it and the both of you acted like the couple you wanted to be. He talked to you with a large smile and added little compliments to the conversation to make you even more flustered then you were.

The park was a nice place to go after the breakfast you had with Sehun, and you wanted to call it a date. But it felt weird calling it a date because these kind of little outing you had with Sehun were normal, but this one felt more romantic than usual.

He kept talking to you, and you would respond with whatever you thought right although your full attention wasn’t on him. Although when Sehun asked, “Can I kiss you?”, all the attention was towards him, and you just felt hot. Both because you were flustered and about to blow up on him.

“Sehun, you can not just say that casually to me!” You shouted at him and he just stared down at you with a smile, which seemed to anger you even more. “Why not?” You huffed at his stupid question and crossed your arms at him, “Because I like you, and it’s seriously driving me crazy how you can just play with my feelings like that!” The feeling of anger seemed to fade after the confession left your lips, but Sehun was still smiling so you continued to talk to him, “Sehun, why are you staring at me like that, this isn’t a joke.”

“I know it’s not a joke,” Sehun took a step towards you and offered out his hand, “I’m just glad you finally admit it. I was worried I would never get you to confess.” You stared at him and his empty hand, and you just laughed.

“So all that affection,” Sehun nodded and finished your sentence for you, “Was to get you to confess.” You shook your head and placed your hand on Sehun’s to finish the walk in the park with him.

1.4K words!!! my grandma made me some home-cooked bulgogi i am B LE S S SED- ANY WHOOO thank you so much for the request and im sorry if it seems bad, i kinda had no ideas so this wasn’t the best. but please feel free to request again! love, chen

#exo scenarios #exo sehun #exo #exo reactions #oh sehun #sehun

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gyeommine · 7 years ago

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MONSTA X as Best Friends

this is one of my lil’ au’s that i whipped up whilst i was away with no internet. i need to write more mx stuff(: i tried anyway - i hope y’all like it.

(gif credits to the original owners)

Shownu:

(boiii look at u w that bandana !)

biggest dad friend you'll ever have in your life

makes sure you're fed

gives you lifts whenever you need one

also makes sure you never have to walk on your own.-will fight a mean s/o who he may have had a bitter disliking to anyway bc it's you

basically is super protective of u

he is always v sleepy tho, esp if you're just chilling at your place.but you forgive him bc he's an overworked dad of 6

he is super down to earth and most chill human being in your lifehe is also super dependable, and is always there when you need him

he also gives the best hugs – they're rare but bOI are they worth it

is always awkward about you seeing him at shows or watching shows he's on bc he doesn't feel like he's a big idol, he's just your best friend

but you force him to tell you when he's doing anything so you can shout the loudest

most easily mistaken for your boyfriend

is a lil' bit dense at times, and is least likely to laugh @ your jokes

doesn't get sarcasm either

he's also clumsy

but apologetic, extremely apologetic

he can be a lil' blunt and straight forward at times but he's never as bad as the 'shownubot' he is v sensitive to your emotions, and is super caring

you also see the cute side of shownu

him beaming at small animals, when he talks about his fave food or his parents

again, far from the showminator everyone sees on variety shows

buuuuuuut he's v difficult to read, thanks to that beautiful but often blank face he has

you also get really flustered when he juST strips??? boicouldunotwearepalswthpls

you look at him awkwardly but he'll either not get it or be like “what? We are friends?”

and you remember your best friend is the most endearingly dad-like human in the world and nobody can change that

Wonho:

(a d o r a b l e)

I am convinced he will just giggle 24/7

ray of sunshine hoseok will just make you so energised and happy when he's in the same room as you

which makes you fiercely protective of him

you get to see his cute, bubbly side all of the time and it's literally a goddamn blessing

you guys just eat together

you'll deliberately plan on going to different restaurants or food places just so you can sample everything

but his eyes will always light up when you say “Ramen?”

like dad!sonhyunwoo, he is fairly shy about the stuff he does and is v bashful when you compliment his idol stuff

he'll shrug it off like its nothing and you'll be like “??? ur one of the most talented people ever you can literally fite me”

wonho and you could literally make anything fun, so hanging out w each other is never ever dull like, you'll create random dumb shit to do that only kids would think of and it would be great

but he's a really sensitive and sweet friend

he just gets you, and will immediately be on the same page as you w whatever you are feeling

he is so supportive and cares about you to the moon and back

it's bloody adorable literally treasure this man

like he will literally stay up to ridiculous hours in the morning to listen to you rant or console you

(my heart is melting whilst writing this send help)

but as we found out in the monsta x ray finale, boy needs that support since he spends all of his energy worrying about his pals and like how he gets you, you completely understand him it's weird, neither of you understand how you're in so in tune w one another

but it's great honestly a++ friendship

Minhyuk:

(y’all don’t even understand how much of a look the red hair was wOW)

most of the time he just ??? you can't explain him ???

he is one of the loudest, and goofiest people you know

when you guys go out together, ppl are stunned bc he's super handsome

but you know that he's not this super cool, standoffish model-type – he's an idiot

he sends you pictures of cute animals all the time

or he tags you in them on every social media possible

and you guys watch a lot of disney

w a perfect aladdin duet where minhyuk is jasmin (ofc)

lil' dumb things like that brighten your day

he just has a knack for cheering you up

and he just radiates kindness – he's just a sweetheart

but when you guys are together, the sheer amount of noise you guys make is incredible

you guys are literally tied at the hip

you do everything together, a lot of spontaneous stuff too

lots of random sleepovers where you stay up way too late

you hang out so much, that the rest of the mx are just used to having you around

like an 8th member tbh

it gets to a point where you guys miss each other like crazy when his schedule is packed

and the guys tease that you might as well go out

but it's fine, you've both talked and thought about it (midnight chats is all I can say)

but you both know that you're more like siblings

and that's chill

like wonho, he just gets you

he knows when your sad, and exactly what to do

he'll have some takeout on speed dial and a shoulder to cry on

he's actually one of the most attentive people

and sometimes it makes you sad when people just assume he's a shallow idol

but you're just happy to have him in your life.

Kihyun:

(his lil’ smile i swEAr)

he's so sassy w you

he's literally like a middle aged mum

yes, so he's often ruthless but he gives the best advice

someone treating you like shit? cut them out

it makes him incredibly reliable

he's always got your back and is ready to stand up for you

you guys wingman for each other too

you pretend to be in a relationship to fend off unwanted ppl in clubs

people think he's adorable but you know he's cut throat – and you love it

yet, there are instances where you catch him cooing at a baby or a dog

despite appearances, he would literally drop everything for you

he's loyal

if something has happened to you, he's right there if you're crying and listening intently

he genuinely wants to give you the best advice possible

he does love you, he just has v sarcastic ways of showing it

“i mean, if you were the last person on earth sure”

and you roll your eyes and just continue

probably will ask you weird questions at 3am

doesn't get that you not responding means stop so he keeps going

he has a ripe selection of mugshots of you and will utilize them

he's probably protective in a lowkey way, like he tries not to show it

he'll walk you home w the excuse “nothing else to do”

“for a sec, I almost thought u were showing affection!” and he'll scoff

you nod in mock acknowledgement but ofc you think it's really sweet beneath the unending sass you will tease him with predebut mx and it's rich

you always tell him you bias shownu just to irritate him

“he's not even that cute” he'll mutter bitterly

doesn't mean you won't have a funny picture of kihyun as your lock screen for months

Hyungwon:

(look at this dumb dork w his dumb ass smiley cute face what a dumb human)

one of your memeist friends

sends u dumb shit even if he's sat right next to you

also your laziest friend

if you guys arrange a time to meet, you always mentally add an extra 15 minutes

bc he's always late

he's also extremely sarcastic

even if it's just through an eye roll, he's a piece of shit

he's also a lil' awkward

you first met him through the rest of the guys, and he barely spoke

you just spotted a literal model on his phone in the corner

but as you were round there more, he let himself go

and came to know the lanky piece of shit u now tolerate

very much a love-hate friendship

from afar, it looks like you guys have no boundaries and you will say anything

but both of you just toss it aside w “character building” and you laugh sometimes he's sweet and it surprises you (like w the kids ep in monsta x-ray omg)

like he'll buy some food for a homeless man, or pull a funny face at a kid on the bus

and you tease him about it again, just character building;)

he's silently supportive

he's not great at the words and talking bit, but he's happy to just sit and listen

or he will instantly know what to do, and just order some food before you say anything

so you know ppl are wrong when they say he's just a lazy and standoffish idol

but he's extremely good looking and you had to learn to avoid stares when you guys go out together

he probably has a gift he bought you abroad from 2 years ago

says he'll give it to you, but still forgets

you really hope it's not candy that went off months ago

as much as you love your best friend, you don't want mouldy sweets

Jooheon:

(cutest cutie that ever cutied)

funniest

whether he's making you laugh or you're laughing at him - he's funny

you guys were definitely childhood friends

and everyone loves him

your close family always talks about him, asks about him

he's like a brother you never had (as cheesy as that is)

most friends drift apart, especially w his idol career

but - you guys are the definition of inseparable

you met bc someone was picking on you at nursery and baby jooheon intervened

and since then, you guys have never been a part

he is v protective

even little things like accompanying you home when it's late

any partner he has to meet just to make sure they're good enough for you

you sometimes have to tell him you're okay on your own

and he'll apologise, that he's just looking out for you

he doesn't mind you ringing him at early hours when something's on your mind

and the same with you

when you guys hang out, it's simple

going out for a drive and just watching the sun go down

you'll blast your favourite music and enjoy each other's company

cheesycheesycheesy

it's like something out of a movie

he'll sometimes even treat you – like take you out to dinner or something

to say thanks for being such a good friend all this time

you tell him he's cheesy, that it's not necessary

but he just blushes a little and says it's no big deal

he's the boy you'll mum will nudge and say “oh isn't he lovely”

you'll roll your eyes and say“he's just my best friend”

but you've thought about it, trust me he's definitely thought about it

who knows, all I can say is that it could happen

I.M

( i fell in love w changkyun while writing this i am such a sap )

you guys are like the chillest pair of best friends known

that's probably bc lil' changkyun is definitely more the introvert

he would much rather retreat to his studio to unwind than go out

which you're all for

you guys sit for hours in his mini studio

you listen to his stuff, and you just beam as he talks about his passion

it just fills you w joy when your best friend is so talented and you get to hear it

you do have to bring him out of his shell a little

bc this dorky, funny side comes out that has you cackling

you guys get food together mainly

and he loves it when you cook

you also feel it your duty to take care of this smol

feed him, look after him bc he's still your lil' maknae although nobody thinks he is

but it's not patronising, he's completely chill w it

the guys joke that he had/has a major crush on you

sometimes you question it, but he's like a younger brother to you

so you just throw something at minhyuk and jooheon to end the teasing

although changkyun always gets a tad shy when they mention it ??

there's never any arguments bc you guys are so alike

you have the same music taste, like the same foods, have the same opinions, watch the same tv shows and movies

it's really weird, but neither of you are complaining

makes life 10x easier !

he always feels super bad that he can't see you more

(which is v fucking cute fite me)

so he tries to plan these elaborate well thought out days for when he gets back

but he gets really bumbly and shy about it

bc it feels like a date but it isn't but he kinda hopes it is

so you guys always opt for a night long catch up w pizza

and you don't mind bc you're happy to see your fave human

i can assure you, so is he;)

hoped you guys enjooooyed! idk, this kind of helped me suss out their characters in my head a bit more - which is nice !! ty for reading <3

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buttercream-me-up · 7 years ago

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Grenade // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1725

Summary- You take a grenade for your best friend at a club, and the guy turns out to be okay.

A/n; I’ve been dying to write this ever since I saw the Grenade music video and never got around to it but I finally did and honestly it didn’t turn out as good as I’d hoped so I may delete it but for now I wanted to post something as I’ll be gone all weekend and won’t be able to post anything. I’ll try to get some writing done to post when I get back however. (Feel free to leave feedback!)

Requested; Yes. ( Can you please do a prompt for Jack I have no specific ideas 💞💖💙 @caitlan2003 )

Your friend, Y/F/N, slammed open your bedroom door in your shared flat with a bag of makeup and a curling/flat iron in her hands. “Get up, girl. We’re going out tonight!” Y/F/N said, pulling the sheets off of you, to which you groaned. “I don’t want to go tonight, Y/F/N.” You’d just caught your boyfriend cheating less than a week ago, and haven’t left your house since. You’d been in a relationship for 2 years, and you truly thought he was the one. Turned out that was a one-way thought.

Y/F/N frowned and pulled you up, grabbing your shoulders firmly and looking you dead in the eyes. “Y/N L/N, you are coming with me right now and we are going to doll you up, you’re going to feel beautiful and we’re going to party like our lives depend on it. You’re going to forget about that idiot who cheated and we’re going to do what we did before life got busy, we’re going to party ‘till the sun rises and have a great time!” She said, a dead serious look in her eyes you dared not defy. “Alright.” You muttered, smiling slightly and hugging your best friend.

For the next hour, your friend did your hair and makeup, and when she was done you were shocked. Of course you'd worn makeup before, but wow. You'd never think you'd look like this, it looked as though you came straight out of a movie screen. “Wow.” was all you could manage, alongside a huge smile. Y/F/N went into her room and came back with a dress you'd never seen before. “What's that?” You asked, curiously.

The dress itself was stunning, exactly your size with perfect dealing, and it happened to be in your favorite colour. (You can imagine it how you wish, it's supposed to be your dream party dress!) You were in love, you were sure. “Your outfit for tonight, of course!” She replied, rolling her eyes, as if it was obvious. Your eyes widened as you gazed up and down the dress, you were unsure. The dress you loved, no doubt, though even if you were confident with your makeup and hair, you weren't sure you could pull it off.

“I don't know, Y/F/N..” you said, hesitantly. “Just put it on!” Your friend whined, throwing you the dress and pushing you into the bathroom. You sighed and did as told, and exited the bathroom holding your breath, waiting for her to tell you to change. You heard her gasp and squeal. “Y/N! You look amazing!” She said, overly excited. You slid on some heels to match the dress.

Y/F/N pulled you over to the full length mirror, and you looked shyly into the mirror, your breath hitching in your throat. You looked good, really good. You felt confident, which is something you didn't say often. It wasn't that you weren't happy with your looks, it was just you always felt dull compared to your friend, but tonight, you felt stunning. You turned and gave your friend another hug, and you two took a quick selfie, posting it to your Instagram. Just as it finished posting, your friend said the uber had arrived and you two drove off to the club.

You grimaced as you and your friend entered the building and were immediately sucked in by the crowd of sweaty bodies, blaring music and an intense smell of alcohol. You both managed to push your way to the bar, ordering your favorite drinks and sitting down at the bar stools. Y/F/N looked down the bar and saw two boys, both with bright blue eyes come in and call the bartender. “The usual!” The blonde one called, leaning against the bar. “You know what we like Jim.” Said the curly brunette, leaning up against the bar as well and smirking slightly. “It’s Dan.” The bartender said, walking away after giving them their drinks. The brunette frowned and cleared his throat awkwardly, making Y/F/N giggle. The boy and Y/F/N met eyes, and she gave a flirty smile and wave, to which the boy returned an awestruck look. It was quite cute, honestly.

She turned to you with pleading eyes, and an apologetic smile on her face. “I know tonight was supposed to be about you, but please, please will you to take this grenade for me.” You shook your head and smiled at her. “You so owe me for this, but of course I will.” you said, shoving her slightly. Her smile grew as she pulled you up off the stool and you both downed the rest of your drink, walking over to the two boys.

The brunette, Conor, you learned, introduced himself to Y/F/N and the two disappeared into the crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies. The other boy sat down with you, smiling a forced smile. “I’m Jack-” He started, but you put a hand up, silencing him.

“You are obviously taking a grenade for your friend,” “Brother.” He cut you off, smiling innocently. You rolled your eyes playfully and continued. “Fine, your brother. You don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to, Jack. I won’t take my friend back. I know taking grenades aren’t exactly fun, so you can go ahead and I won’t interrupt them.” You said, smiling at Jack. He seemed to contemplate this, so you assumed he agreed, starting to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist, making you turn in question.

“What if I want to?” He challenged, a smirk crawling onto his face. You had to admit, he was quite attractive and you wouldn’t mind spending time with him, so you smiled and bit your lip. You had taken much worse grenades in the past, and decided you needed to get your mind off of your ex. “I wouldn’t stop you.” You replied, cheekily.

Jack grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bar, ordering and paying for your drink, you thanking him quickly before the two of you found an empty booth away from the dance floor. “So what is a lovely girl like you doing here tonight?” He asked, and you sighed. “Boyfriend cheated, but I’m over it.” You stated, unfazed. “Sorry to hear that.. Say, I never got your name, beautiful.” Jack said, making you pull a ‘really?’ face. You typically weren’t the flirty type, but you already felt more confident with your outfit and appearance tonight, and alcohol in your system, so you decided to play with him a bit.

“Thank you for the compliment, Jack. However, for my name, I think you need to earn it.” You answered, smiling innocently. “How so?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Dance with me.” Jack smiled and grabbed your hand, guiding you out to the dancing crowd and placing his hands on your hips. You two danced to many different songs, singing along and swaying to the beat of the music, laughing and having a good time. You hadn’t had this much fun in years, and you missed it. At this point, you’d forgotten all about the reason you came tonight, and your ex didn’t cross your mind once more as the night progressed, your attention based fully on Jack.

After having danced for awhile, you both went for another drink. Conor and Y/F/N were long gone, she’d texted you saying they were going back to his to.. well, I think you can figure out what they were doing. You and Jack were simply enjoying each other’s company, and the night was spent chatting about random things, seeing as you were drunk and didn’t really have a filter. The time flew by, as did drinks, soon it was almost 3am and you were in no condition to walk home, let alone drive.

Jack, who withheld alcohol much easier than you, called for an uber to take you back to his flat. He’d get you home, but you could barely hold yourself up, in fact, you weren’t, Jack had his arm slung under yours to support you, and your words came out as mumbles that Jack couldn’t make out, the alcohol in your system making it difficult to focus on your words.

You two arrived at his flat, and he brought you straight to his bed. Jack helped you slip off your dress with looking as little as possible, he helped you into one of his shirts, which fell past your thighs. Jack helped you into his bed, pulling the covers over you gently. He left the room, coming back with a glass of water and some Advil, putting it on the bedside table with your phone, plugging it in as it was the same type as his phone.

He smiled and went to leave the room before you mumbled something incoherent. He turned and look questioning at you, to see your eyes fluttering shut, but you motioning for him to come closer. He did almost instantly, and you quietly mumbled. “Thank you, Jack. M’names Y/N. You earned it.”

Jack smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered, about to leave the room. “You don’t have to leave, you know.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. He froze, looking back at you, nervously. “Are you sure?” He asked, hesitantly. “I can easily sleep on the couch.” “No, no it’s fine. I’m sure.” You yawned, patting the bed next to you. He climbed in next to you, his body stiff, until you turned to face him, smiling. “Goodnight Jack.” You said, looking into his baby blue eyes. He smiled back, and you felt yourself drifting off. Just as you were about to succumb to sleep, you faintly felt Jack place a light kiss to your forehead, making you smile and you fell into a very happy sleep.

Jack may have been a player, but wow, did you make him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time. You may have just been out of a relationship, but you sure never felt that way with anyone else. You and Jack both reminded yourselves to thank Conor and Y/F/N, because you both knew that the other would mean much more to you than a one night grenade.

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essentiallyemmy · 7 years ago

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When You Found Me | 1

word count: 5k+

Characters: Jungkook x Reader/ Taehyung / Jimin

Genre: Fluff/Comedy?/Angst (later)

Summary: You are like no girl that Jungkook has ever met, and that’s saying something considering the amount of girls that come out of his dorm room within a week. It’s nothing cliche either, it’s not like you accepted him for who he was or that you saved him from becoming something hideous. It’s also not like you’re putting up an act, pretending to ignore him when he comes to bother you. You just honestly don’t care about his insults or his vulgar comments. You treat him like a normal human being even after all the stupid shit he tells you. And the scariest part is that you see right through him and his bad boy persona. You’re able to skip the bullshit that pours out of his mouth and tell him exactly what he already knows, but doesn’t want to admit. It scares him. But the best part is that he sees through you too, and it’s what has him coming back every time. It’s what has Jungkook repeating to himself over and over again: “When you found me, I found you too.”

Dean [3:01]: Hey, come for pick-up. Peter’s house. West side of the campus near the library.

“Fucking Christ,” you exhaled the curse word as if it was a regular breath. You knew you would have to do pick up today yet it still seemed to surprise you as you stared at the blinding, bright screen in your dimly lit room. Coming to your senses you realize where exactly you are, which is lying on your bed haphazardly. You remember that you decided to take a nap before your shift, which you knew would probably begin around 2am or 3am in fact. Without bothering changing out of your sweats and oversized hoodie, you grab your keys, put on some flip-flops, and head out the door.

As you’re driving down the small, dark roads in campus you wonder why you even allowed yourself to take this job in the first place. Dealing with the students on a daily basis was already aggravating, but dealing with them when they were drunk was a whole new story. Being a designated driver never was your dream job per say, but when all the library positions were filled and any job being an assistant on campus was taken you convinced yourself that driving around at night wouldn’t be that bad, considering you would most likely be up at those times studying for exams that came after the weekends. You arrive to the pick-up area but you see no one there. You check your phone to see if Dean texted you again.

Dean [3:30]: Actually, I’m gonna need your help inside the party, these assholes don’t wanna leave. Living room.

Great, just freaking great. Not only did you have to actually deal with these drunk assholes but you had to go play hide and seek with them in the cramped and sweaty hallways of this house party. You get out of the car and arrive at the door, not even bothering to knock since the door itself was propped wide open with a couple making out all over it. You mentally applaud yourself for successfully holding in a gag as you walk towards the living room. However, it’s pretty hard getting there considering there are sweaty bodies on both sides of the hallway blocking your way. Just as you’re about to enter the living room, a tall figure blocks your way. You notice he’s holding an infamous red cup, presumably filled with beer, while resting his arm on the doorway, a girl right under him batting her eyelashes and laughing probably at a cheesy pick-up line coming from the figure’s lips. You, being in the house for probably only a second, have had enough and slide your way through as gently as possible when some douchebag pushes you forward. Knocking into the figure pretty hard, you automatically close your eyes, remembering that the said figure was holding a beer that would most likely, with your luck, end up all over you. Yet, when you hear a scream, a very loud and unnecessary scream, coming from a girl in front of you, you figure that when you knocked into the guy you sent the drink flying on the girl that was below him.

“Ugh, are you fucking kidding me right now! Watch where you’re going you fucking nerd,” she continues to screech.

Though it was kinda your fault, not really since you didn’t plan to fall onto them, you get annoyed at this loud girl.

“Holy shit, would you stop screaming,” you speak up, crossing your arms. “It’s not my fucking fault some dude walked into me, jesus.” You walk away before any of them gets to continue annoying you with their over dramatic reactions.

You look for Dean for a couple minutes, yet can find him absolutely nowhere. A ring on your phone draws your attention down to your phone, seeing that there was a new message from him.

Dean [3:41]: Nvm dude, I got them to your car. You can come and I’ll help you put them in

Great, again. You should thank Dean for actually making you come into one of these parties and experience the reason why you don’t do this type of shit, ever. As you walk back into the hallway to finally get out you pray that both annoying girl and tall dude are long gone. You sigh out of relief when you can’t spot her in the same position she was, but suddenly feel a strong grip on your hand.

“Hey not so fast,” says the boy.

You turn around, your eyes immediately widening when you’re face to face with the Jeon Jungkook. I mean, sure he’s no Kim Taehyung or Park Jimin, but he still is a fuckboy no less, and you definitely wanna stay away from him and his excruciating personality. As you look at him with a confused look on your face you lift your eyebrows and shake your head a bit to signal him to continue. “Yes?”

“You are aware that you crashed my date tonight, running your dumbass into me. How fucking clumsy are you?”

You attempted to shrug off his wrist, but failed miserably. “Okay first of all, just cause most girls will let you get into their pants does not mean that you’re just allowed to grab random girls however you want so let fucking go. Secondly, some jerk pushed into me so it wasn’t my fault, jackass.”

He smirked. Of course this fuckboy would. Putting his hands up in the air. “Sweetheart, I never even touched you and even if I did you’d have to be the last girl on earth, so dream on.”

You started laughing hysterically.

Jungkook looked at you weird, “What’s so fucking funny?”

“It- It’s just- Oh my god I never knew that you were such a cliché asshole.”

He shook his head, grabbing your wrist even harder. “Listen here you priss. Your fucking stunt today cost me a bet. I lost 200 fucking bucks because your ass didn’t wanna walk straight. So instead of laughing you tell me how you’re gonna repay me.”

“When did you actually get the impression that I care about what happens in your life. Anyways, I bet someone with better skills than you would have been able to save that date but maybe she was smart enough and dumped your ass before you could try, and I mean smart in the slightest possible way cause otherwise she’s the biggest fucking ditz I met.” You smirked at him, smugly just like he did to you earlier.

Jungkook pulls you closer this time, his eyes becoming a little more menacing than before and you try not to let them have an affect on you, but you did not know what this asshole was capable of doing. “Look, I don’t have the fucking time for you to sit here and lecture me about shit that you don’t even get considering you probably have a date, if you’ve had one yet, every other fucking year. I don’t give a shit if you care or not, but you’re definitely gonna pay me back for what you did tonight. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon babe, and I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Yet, his threats seem to have no lasting effect on you considering he would probably forget what you look like in two days tops. You rolled your eyes, shaking his hand off even harder and successfully getting it off of you. You took the time to turn to leave, but not before turning around looking at a dumbfounded Jungkook and saying:

“In your fucking dreams… sweetheart.”

To your surprise, and dismay, Jungkook actually does not have the memory of a dog and sure enough after two days he manages to find you in the most obvious place you could be. The vast library located in the center of campus was a place that you found both necessary to visit, when finals week came around, and essential in keeping your sanity when having to deal with the people you encounter on a day to day basis.

At first, you hadn’t even realized the presence standing very close to your table because with your headphones in and attention focused on your MacBook screen, people could be screaming all around you and you wouldn’t even flinch. You told yourself that you didn’t have any time to spare, even if all you were doing was procrastinating, because you would eventually have a shift soon or a class to get to or volunteering do. Your life was such an organized mess, consisting of various responsibilities you needed to do all overlapping each other, yet you were willing to devote time just to procrastinate, looking at cute videos on twitter of small animals or people falling on their asses just to release some stress. As you sat concentrated on the new video that popped up on your feed, one of a baby hedgehog yawning, you suddenly jump up, ripping your headphones out in the process when you feel a strong push on your shoulder.

You shot your head to the left to see who the jerk who punched you was,“Jesus what the fu- oh wow.” Your eyes widen in shock but then settle when your heart starts up again after the pure shock of the situation. You glare at the tall boy standing near the table, now starting to lean over you. “Jeon Jungkook, ever the graceful man. You could have gently tapped my shoulder, but no you had to go shove me we’re in the middle of playing soccer. You could have dislocated my shoulder you know”

“Oh god, I’m not here to give you a free massage Y/N. I’m here to talk to you.” Jungkook today looked less menacing than he did the last time you saw him. Then again he wasn’t gripping your wrist tightly and forcing you to be three inches away from his face like he had before. But wait, did he just-

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

He sighs, “I know most people around this campus. I just asked around.”

“Whoa Jungkook be careful there, people might actually find out that you care about me in some way. Wouldn’t want that to happen.” Yet, instead of turning back around to give Jungkook the attention he wanted from you, you nonchalantly turned back to your screen, pausing and saving the video for a later scheduled procrastination time. Suddenly your computer is shut right in front of you, pretty much just missing your fingers by a few centimeters.

“What the fuck dude, are you insane?”

He grabs your bag and proceeds to throw your computer and the various books you had laying around on the table into it. Zipping your bag he then grabs your wrist and pulls you along, not saying a word as he does. You don’t even get to yell at him, considering you were currently in a very silent library, but also because you were shocked at what had just occurred in front of you. When you come to your senses you try to use your weight as an anchor but fail miserably when he just easily drags you along behind him. Once you’re outside of the library he lets go of your wrist. At this point, you’re enraged at his behavior, because though you knew he was an asshole you didn’t know he had no boundaries and harassed girls this way, especially you this way. You weren’t going to take it.

“Are you like fucked in the head? What is your problem? Why do you insist that you can do whatever you feel like to any girl?” You yelled, not caring about the people passing and glancing towards the two of you.

He glared at you, eyes searing into your soul. “Okay look I’m sorry for doing this but you wouldn’t have followed me-”

You scoffed yet again, “Wait what. You’re sorry? No, what even, you’re seriously messed up in the head. Maybe if you just asked, i would have followed you outside.”

“Oh please, be real, you only think about yourself really.. babe. You wouldn’t have even given me the light of day if I asked nicely because you have your head shoved so far up your ass,’ He snaps back.

“I’m sorry, and where is yours? Don’t pretend like you give a shit about people either.” Also, where did this dickhead come from to make assumptions about you. “And don’t pretend like you know me.”

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his tight, might you add too tight, skinny jeans. His mood changing entirely. He shrugs, calmly stating, “Look, all I wanted to do is talk to you but I felt like you wouldn’t be willing to cooperate. I am sorry about how I acted, I shouldn’t have been so rough and overstepped my boundaries.” Running his hand through his hair, he looks up through his eyelashes while giving you a gentle smile.

One that you see straight past, knowing that it was probably his way of getting girls to swoon over him. “Okay, it’s whatever, just get to the point. What do you want?”

He rolls his eyes, coming to terms with the fact that you were gonna work with him but only on your own terms: skipping right to the point. Thus proving his theory that you really weren’t happy or even willing to give him any more precious time out of your schedule. “I mean, you should know why I would be asking around for you and pulling you out here. You owe me.”

“I owe you shit,” you huff out defiantly.

“From what I recall, you cost me 200 dollars on Saturday. Yet, I see the guilt isn’t eating away at you and you definitely don’t want to cooperate with me even though you do owe me and you know it.” He pauses, waging your reaction.

You know that you kinda messed up his date on Saturday, but it wasn’t really your fault. You do feel bad though, even if his bet was really sick, that you cost him money knowing how precious that is to a college student.

You shrug, responding with,“I mean how do you even know that you would have for sure won that bet.”

“Are you kidding me? I had that girl in the palm of my hands, until she decided that rather than coming to my dorm room she would head home for the night because her dress was soaking wet and she had to “try and get the stain out.” Like does beer stain, anyways?” He looks away slightly, shaking his head as if he’s contemplating the beer’s ability to stain fabric.

Damn him and that stupid beer. “I- I mean.. you could hav-”

“No, dude why can’t you just admit when you’re actually wrong. You owe me. But seeing as I can’t think of anything you could provide me with, especially considering how you look-”

“Um, ew. I would never even think about giving you a glance let alone sexual favors,” You interrupt.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes in the process. “Anyways, I just wanted to come here and remind you that this isn’t over. Maybe 200 dollars is nothing in your world, but I can’t afford to lose it.”

Wait, what did he just say? “What. Then why do you bet your money so easily… you idiot.”

“Look it’s none of your business, I’m just telling you that whether you care or not you’re gonna pay me back in some way. So just count on it, and I’ll see you around.” He shoves your bag into your arms, and you catch it last minute as you totally forgot he was even holding it this whole time. You watch him fix his jacket and walk away swiftly towards where you presume his dorm was located.

You whisper out loud, to yourself, “Jesus, Y/N why did you have to go to that stupid party,” hoping that no one was looking at you.

Granted it wasn’t your fault. I mean, none of this was your fault. Dean made you walk into that party, and that guy pushed you into Jungkook. But you couldn’t help feeling guilty seeing as Jungkook desperately searched for you. Yet all these questions began to float around in your head as to why. I mean it’s not like you were willing to give him money… or anything sexual.

So what exactly was Jeon Jungkook planning, and most importantly were you willing to help him out when the time came?

As Jungkook walked back towards the lounge where his two best friends currently resided he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you. Not thinking about you like, “holy shit this girl is amazing,” No way in hell. He was thinking about you in a, “damn this girl is irritating,” type of way. Yes, you were interesting but it’s not like you “weren’t like most girls.” He’s actually dealt with a handful of girls like you, that believed they were more superior than him and had their “pride” to worry about so their instinct was to bring out their claws and fight him. Those type of girls seriously needed to give up their uptight attitudes and needed to allow themselves to be laid at least once a week, if they could even get anyone with their personalities.

But still, while he was asking around about you he learned some interesting things. Like the fact that you were apparently best friends with the Han Hyun-ae or, as most guys liked to stupidly call her, Honey. Jungkook found her undeniably attractive, but not that amazing like half the guys on campus believed. She was just the girl who was very, very hard to get. That particular fact about you surprised him the most because it didn’t make sense to him why a girl like you would be friends or even acquaintances, let alone best friends, with a girl like that. As cliche as that sounds, there was no denying the fact that Hyun-ae was one of the most wanted girls on campus and you were just Y/N.

As he enters the lounge absorbed in his thoughts, he spots Tae and Jimin playing billiards in the corner of the room just as Jimin calls him to come over, “Hey, bro where have you been?”

Jungkook comes over and jumps on the couch, settling to watch their new game. Avoiding the question, Jungkook looks at Tae who shoots a ball into one of the corner pockets, “Hey Jimin, wanna bet 200 dollars that you won’t win this game?” Jungkook looks up at Jimin, pleading with his eyes.

Yet, Jimin rolls his eyes, “Ha ha, very funny… but when are you actually gonna give us the money?”

Shit. “Wait guys, can we like forget that bet ever happened?” He whines, hopefully they would understand.

This time Tae rolls his eyes, “Hey asshole, you’re the one who made the bet in the first fucking place.”

Shit again. “But like, I would have totally won had-”

“-Had it not been for that girl running into you. Yeah we heard the story over and over again,” Jimin snaps. “A bet’s a bet, and you gotta pay up.”

“But guys, this isn’t fair, I’ve lost like 5 bets in the last month and I owe a lot of the guys on the team money.”

Tae and Jimin both get angrier this time. Jimin speaks up as Tae goes to line up his cue stick, “Well next time don’t suck and do better.”

Jungkook speaks up, “This was the most expensive bet of them all and I-”

Tae interrupts him, “Then why the fuck did you bet that much?”

“Maybe because I thought that if I won this I would be able to pay back the guys and have them get off my back.” Both of them ignored Jungkook at this point, not even caring about his current dilemma. Wow, great friends.

Jungkook walks over to the table, leaning over it and trying to make eye contact with at least one of them. “Listen, I know you guys are pissed at me for being this whiny-”

“Fuck yeah we are,” Jimin exhales.

Wow, they actually manage to irritate him probably a hundred percent of the fucking time. “Well can’t we just make a new bet, you guys can decide it. I just really don’t want to spend this much money and I also don’t wanna get my ass beat.”

Tae and Jimin look at each other after debating for a few seconds, smirking at the evil plans brewing in their heads. Jungkook begins to think that maybe allowing them to make the new bet was the worst possible idea.

They whisper to each other for a few minutes, giggling and clasping their hands together once they developed their plan. Jimin steps towards Jungkook with a mischievous grin.

“So you told us about that girl that pushed you at the party. Her name was Y/N right?”

“Wow yeah, I’m surprised you even remember what I told you.” For that comment he gets a slap to the head. “Ow..”

“Shut up. Anyways… I heard that she’s friends, might I even say best friends, with the Honey.”

Jungkook cringes, “Ugh don’t call her tha- wait… oh fuck.” Just his luck.

Tae speaks up now. “Yeah, the new bet is that you have to get with Hyun-ae, which is by far impossible, but we’re gonna be nice and give you three weeks-”

“Wait, three weeks? That’s totally imp-” Another smack to the head silences Jungkook.

“We never said it was gonna be easy, but I mean you could just pay us the 200 and the-” Taehyung says, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

“No, Taehyung, it’s fine. I’ll do it,” Jungkook sighs.

Jimin and Tae look at each other. Compared to the other freshmen on the team they always had a small soft spot for Jungkook. As if reading each other’s minds, somehow, Jimin speaks up, “Fine we’ll be nice and add in two weeks since you’re hopeless. But we’re also gonna make it 350 dollars, just for fun.” Jimin smirks and turns around to their ongoing game.

So the bet was: sleep with Hyun-ae in five weeks (35 days) or he owes 350 bucks.

Fuck… he was so screwed.

You somehow managed to swipe your ID at the entrance of your dorm building, struggling to balance your two bags and the textbooks that threatened to fly out of your tight grasp. As you walk to the next door you see a boy turning around to hold the door for the next person, not knowing that you were the one behind him looking crazy and all, his eyes widening when he finally sees you. He barely holds onto the door, actually letting it fall out of his grasp before you can walk through. You flail your arms around with the textbooks in both hands as your bag slips off your shoulder and lands in the middle of your arm. In order to catch the door you stick your hip out, not realizing how heavy it would be until it hits you. Your books come falling down with the impact.

“Thanks asshole!” You yell at the boy that’s already scurrying down the hallway.

You don’t even pay mind to the people watching you after your outburst as you bend to pick up the books and whisper more curse words at the stupid boy. After a stressful day dealing with your bosses small, annoying requests and taking two tests in two of your hardest classes, you are ready to messily plop down all your heavy belongings on the floor and enjoy two days off of work and classes. Yet you feel temporary relief, because after you stumble through the door and into your separate room, laying on your bed for only a second you hear your roommate screaming your name.

“Hey, Y/N! Come into my room for a minute!” She screeches.

You grudgingly walk to her room stopping at the doorway to moan a tired, “What.”

Hyun-ae was sitting on her new duvet, painting her nails casually as she looks up at you through her eyelashes. Even after a long day of classes she looks like she stepped out of a catalog, her makeup still fully intact and her hair perfectly curled. How do people like her actually exist in the world. You honestly despised it so much.

“Could you do me a favor?” She states normally, smiling up at you.

But you know exactly what she wanted before she even asked. “No.”

As if on cue, because you basically do this every single fucking week, she hurriedly gets on her knees and clasps her hands together. “Please, please, please! Just this last time.”

“You literally say that every fucking time.” You sigh. “I think it’s completely unethical and really effed up.”

She scoffs, “Yet, every time I ask you, you end up doing it.”

I shake my head. “Nope, sorry.”

“Fine, I’ll give you 100 bucks,” she says smiling at you.

Well, there goes your morality, right out her fucking window. She smirks as you walk over and reach for her laptop, grabbing it with force and stomping out of the room.

You hear her yell one thing before you close the door, “Thank you! Don’t wait up for me!”

“I never do…” You mumble as you jump onto the bed. Looks like your two free days will be spent in the library writing your own papers, as well as hers.

Not like it was news to you now but, Hyun-ae was really a handful. Yet, you never found it in your heart to tell her nicely to go fuck herself and leave you alone when she got on your nerves, cause when you look at her you don’t see what she’s become these past years. How puberty changed her body and her personality immensely.

You look at her and you’re reminded of laughing till you had tears in your eyes and couldn’t breathe anymore in the living room of your old house and getting scolded by your parents. Or, you see her hugging you when your first crush broke your heart… you sobbing all over her shoulder and her cursing the asshole out, threatening to shove a pole up his butt, which made you laugh out loud and forget that you were even crying in the first place. You tell yourself over and over, that you should focus on your future but, for some reason, with Hyun-ae you often find yourself living in the past.

You had a million and one of sweet memories like those, and yet you still couldn’t forgive her after-

Shaking your head, you open your computer playing some chill music so that you could begin to brainstorm ideas for her paper and your own.

The music drowns out the good, and definitely the bad, memories as you calmly start typing on your keyboard, getting lost in the lyrics of the song playing.

Day 1

Jungkook shrugs on his jacket and flips is hood onto his head as he runs towards the library in the pouring rain. He really hated these kinds of days, where he would much rather lay down on his bed and watch some movies… not that he would actually admit that to anyone. He would especially like to hide under his blanket for the next month after yesterday’s stupid discussion with the boys. Fucking five weeks… really?!

He swipes his card when he enters the library. It’s completely empty by the looks of it but no insane asshole would ever set foot into the library on a day when classes are cancelled, especially when there was a campus party going on right now.

Well, no one but you.

As Jungkook walks past countless numbers of shelves, he reaches the area with the comfiest couches in a secluded part of the library. Of course he would know this considering the amount of times he’s hooked up with girls on the very couch that you were currently sitting on. No, there were no cameras in this part of the area… Jungkook would admit that he was sometimes desperate but never stupid.

You sit covered with various papers and two computers, one on your lap and one on the table in front of you. He notices that you probably haven’t slept in a while considering the state that you’re in. Your surroundings are a complete mess but you are by far worse off. Your hair is messily tied up with strands sticking out left and right, your eyes have deep and dark bags under them, and your outfit is completely mismatched. It looks like you haven’t washed at all, which is not possible… ‘hopefully not possible,’ Jungkook muses.

You don’t even notice as he slowly strides towards you, so Jungkook thinks that it would be a great idea to scare the crap out of you. Considering the way you reacted to him coming up from behind you yesterday, it doesn’t seem like a good idea since you’ll probably scream at him and be in an even worse mood than you are now. And he really needed you to be in a good mood, but he also wanted to have a laugh after his friends traumatized him just 24 hours ago.

He begins to walk a little quicker, plopping down suddenly, right on top of your papers that are sprawled out on the open space next to you on the couch. You flinch but you don’t scream, surprisingly.

As you look up calmly, you say, “Get your fat ass off of my fucking papers, now.” You glare at him.

“Wow you really are unpredictable…” He seriously did not understand you. One bit.

“No seriously, you need to get the fuck off. I’m not doing this today,” you bite back.

“Okay, okay,” he complies with his hands up in surrender as he quickly gets up and sits down on the adjacent couch. You pick up the crumpled papers and quietly straighten out the papers.

“Sooooooo. What are you up to on this lovely day? Hmm? Why are you sitting in the library when classes are-”

You look up at him while organizing your papers into a neat stack. Glaring at him once again.

“Alright, so I guess I know why you of all people would be here. But whatcha up to?”

You shrug nonchalantly. “I don’t know, I mean are you completely blind or ? No… you’re definitely fucking with me…” you mock.

He doesn’t say anything. Of course you’d have to throw a little bit of a fit. I mean, it is what girls like you do all the time, right? He allows you to let it all out to him, just so maybe you’d feel better, for his sake of course…

You continue, “I mean, since you know why I would be here, what do you think I would be doing? Maybe you think I’m creating my DJ setlist, I mean you know I DJ all the parties at campus. No actually, I’m calculating all the girls that you slept with on campus… I’m gonna need more paper for that…” You smile at him as if you’d successfully outwitted him.

“So the real question here is… what are you up to Jeon Jungkook?” You sneered.

He sighs. “Wow, congrats Y/N. You caught me…”

He stands up putting his hands on his wet hair, a very shocked expression appearing on his face. “It would take a real detective to find out that I actually don’t want to talk to you,” he boasts jokingly. “How could anyone see through my facade? I mean, I’m practically all over you! Anyone would believe that I really wanted to know what you were doing on this rainy Wednesday night, instead of being at a killer party like I usually am. And here you are, discovering that I don’t give a shit about you! Really, I need to get you an award.” He clasps his hands together.

You scoff. Wow this jackass always has to- “Oh fuck you, and sit down before the librarian kicks me out of here.”

He sees that he finally shuts you up for the moment. “Okay, since we got that bullshit out of the way, be in a better mood cause I need to ask you something.”

“After 10 minutes of talking to you, I don’t think I’ll be in a good mood for a week tops-”

But before you can continue he glares at you, another witty remark almost rolling off of his tongue. You honestly just wanted him out of this fucking library as fast as possible.

“Okay, what do you want from me?”

He smirks, “Let me refresh your mind since you seem to have the memory of a dolphin… or something.”

“They have like really great memories actually… I think they can remember things like twenty years apart, dumbass. I think you mean a dog or like a chimp-”

He grunts out a, “who cares” and continues, “Remember the fact that you cost me 200 dollars?”

You roll your eyes, looking at your computer now, replying with only a third of your attention on him now. “Yeah, what about it?”

You continue clicking on the computer waiting for his reply but he remains silent. His silence forces you to look at Jungkook just as he smirks at you, “I found out how you could repay me.”

Your eyes widen comically. I mean of-fucking-course the time would come when Jungkook told you his plans for you to repay him… but 25 hours after he came up to you and taunted you? You didn’t think it would be that quick. Yet, you compose yourself so you don’t look like an idiot. “W- What is it? Do I have to like do write your papers for the rest of the semester cause fuck that. I have enough on my hands so-”

“Get me to sleep with Hyun-ae.”

You didn’t expect that…. You didn’t expect that at all.

“Wait…. what?”

#jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #park jimin #kim taehyung #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook au #bts #bangtan scenarios #jungkooknet

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noldorianprincess · 7 years ago

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(I'm later than a very late thing but why not) -relationship meme star-

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? FinWho threatens to leave but never actually does? FinWho actually keeps their word and leaves? NEITHERWho trashes the house? TuDo either of them get physical? NEVERHow often do they argue/disagree? They bicker sometimes, but a full blown argument is over debatable things (like her father) or other important thingsWho is the first to apologise? Fin

Sex:

Who is on top? TuuuuWho is on the bottom? FinWho has the strangest desires? DependsAny kinks? Findu bitesWho’s dominant in bed? TuuIs head ever in the equation? AlwaysIf so, who is better at performing it? TieEver had sex in public? ONCE. Findu was a blushing mess by the end of itWho moans the most? FinWho leaves the most marks? Fin > >Who screams the loudest? FiiiiinWho is the more experienced of the two? Probably TuDo they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Make looooveRough or soft? BOTHHow long do they usually last? Up to hoursIs protection used? Yes, they’re not quite ready for kids yetDoes it ever get boring? NEVERWhere is the strangest place they’d have sex? Probably the council room (

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Yes. Findu wants a few kidsIf so, how many children do your muses want/have? Two or three?Who is the favorite parent? TuWho is the authoritative parent? TuWho is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? FinWho lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? TURINWho turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? BOTHWho goes to parent teacher interviews? BOTHWho changes the diapers? FinWho gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? TuWho spends the most time with the children? FinWho packs their lunch boxes? FIN SO TU CANT SNEAK JUNK FOODWho gives their children ‘the talk’? Both. AwkwardlyWho cleans up after the kids? FinWho worries the most? FIIIIINWho are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? TURIN

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? FinWho is the little spoon? FiiiinWho gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? BothWho struggles to keep their hands to themself? FiiiinHow long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? A very long whileWho gives the most kisses? TieWhat is their favourite non-sexual activity? Being domestic, like going on picnics, long drives in the country, long walks, etcWhere is their favourite place to cuddle? In bed, on the couch, or in a hammockWho is more likely to playfully grope the other? BothHow often do they get time to themselves? A decent amount

Sleeping:

Who snores? TuIf both do, who snores the loudest? N/ADo they share a bed or sleep separately? SHAAAAREIf they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cozy, and then end up back to backWho talks in their sleep? FinWhat do they wear to bed? Minimal clothesAre either of your muses insomniacs? Probably a bit of bothCan sleeping pills be found by the bedside? NOPE. TEA IS A REMEDY (despite tu’s protests)Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Oh they’re a tangled messWho wakes up with bed hair? TURINWho wakes up first? Fin Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? BothWhat is their favourite sleeping position? Cuddled up, spoon, or back to backWho hogs the sheets? Fin. She gets cold easilyDo they set an alarm each night? Turin sets 1, Findu sets...like...8Can a television be found in their bedroom? NOWho has nightmares? Turin Who has ridiculous dreams? FiiiinWho sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Neither. Fin just likes to take his warm spot when he gets out of bedWho makes the bed? FinWhat time is bed time? by 10 or everyone will be a bunch of grump buttsAny routines/rituals before bed? Brushing teeth, regular “good night”s and a few kisses (if they don’t diddle around)Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? TURIN

Work:

Who is the busiest? TurinWho rakes in the highest income? TurinAre any of your muses unemployed? NOPEWho takes the most sick days? FiiiinWho is more likely to turn up late to work? FiiiinWho sucks up to their boss? NeitherWhat are their jobs? Modern: Tu is a bodyguard/security detail, Fin owns a flower shop | arda: Fin is a princess, Tu is the leader of Narg’s forcesWho stresses the most? FinDo your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? I think they like themAre your muses financially stable? Yuuuuup

Home:

Who does the washing? FinWho takes out the trash? TuWho does the ironing? FinWho does the cooking? BothWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying? FinWho is messier? TuWho leaves the toilet roll empty? NeitherWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? BothWho forgets to flush the toilet? NeitherWho is the prankster around the house? Fin. Unfortunately, Gurth sets off most of the pranks/traps and gives Tu the heads up.Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? FinWho mows the lawn? TuWho answers the telephone? FinWho does the vacuuming? BothWho does the groceries? BothWho takes the longest to shower? Both. There’s lots of hair that has to be groomed!Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Fin. So much hair. So much make up. So many outfit changes

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? NopeHow many cars do they own? 2. Her car, his truckDo they own their home or do they rent? Renting for now, but will own eventually!Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Coast?Do they live in the city or in the country? CityDo they enjoy their surroundings? YesWhat’s their song? Yours - Ella HendersonWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? Fin reads and tends to her gardens. Tu loses his absolute mindWhere did they first meet? School / NargHow did they first meet? When he first moved to the area / When he brought Gwindor homeWho spends the most money when out shopping? Findu. She likes to remodel and make sure that everything is to their likingWho’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither. They’re very much so minimalistsWho finds it amusing when the other trips over? Fin. Tu is always so poised and elegant, it’s funny to see him trip! And, she always helps him up after she laughsAny mental issues? PTSD/Anxiety for Tu. Fin has some levels of anxietyWho’s terrified of bugs? Fin. mostly spiders and stink bugsWho kills the spiders around the house? NO KILLING. CATCH AND RELEASETheir favourite place? The parkWho pays the bills? BothDo they have any fears for their future? Normal fears about continuing on, children, where they’re going to live, etc. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? TuWho uses up all of the hot water? BothWho’s the tallest? TU / TU EVEN THOUGH FIN IS AN ELFWho’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? FinWho wanders around in their underwear? BothWho sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? FinWhat do they tease each other about? Fin teases him about his mop of hair when she brushes it or pulls out the most random of objects. He teases her about her ridiculous outfitsWho is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Fin. She’s gotta help Tu most of the timeDo they have mutual friends? Of course!Who crushed first? FINAny alcohol or substance related problems? UNSUREWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Fin. She has girls nightsWho swears the most? BOTH

#<3 #THE PRECIOUS DOOM BABIES #I LOVE THEM SO #turambar-masterofdoom

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littlexbts · 8 years ago

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Spring Day [1]

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Vampires, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Jimin and you were best friends since you were little kids, never leaving each other’s side, but one rainy day of spring you left him, asking him to forget about you. You were trying to protect him from yourself, but he didn’t know that. What will happen if fate got you two back together?

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

Jimin’s pov

“But (Y/N) they won’t stop laughing at me” I told (Y/N) as I cried on her shoulder, one of her little hands going up and down my back, while the other was playing with my black hair. “They keep saying I’m too short and chubby and they don’t want to play football with me, ever.” I sobbed trying to wipe away my tears with my hand, but she soon replaced them with her own, sending a hot shook down my spine with every movement her fingers made on my cheek.

“Hey, Chimchim, I can play football with you, if you teach me, then we will for sure kick their ass, and now for your height and your “chubbiness”, which I don’t see by the way, I think you’re perfect and cute and don’t let them tell you other-wise, ok?” Even though that was a way to calm me down, those few words made me stronger. She always cared about me and helped me through everything. She was my little angel, I loved her.

(Flash forward)

“(Y/N)! Why? Please just tell me you will talk to me, that we will see each other again, I just need to hear that” I yelled at her soaked figure, resulting from the rain. She was leaving me, she saved me and now she’s breaking me apart, after almost 12 years of friendship.

She didn’t move but I noticed she was crying even if we were meters apart. She slowly looked to the ground and after a while locking eyes with me again.

“I’m sorry, I truly am. But I am doing this for a reason. Be happy, Jimin, you deserve it, you deserve to live a beautiful life, so do you a favor and, please, don’t try to contact me or find me in any way. Forget about me Jimin. That’s the only thing I ask you.” She said not even waiting for a response as she run away from me. Once I got back to reality I started running to her.

I run for what it seemed as hours, until a loud honk stopped me as I found myself in the middle of the road in a red light.

I woke up sweeting and crying. I looked to my side and saw my alarm clocked. 3am.

I have been having the same dream over and over again, but with different happy moments at the beginning, only to be crashed by the last memory of her.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to have some juice and just calm myself down.

Even though (Y/N) left me 8 years ago it still hurts every time spring approaches, close to the date when my heart was broken in million pieces by a girl who used to fix it. I still remember the first time we met, we were 6 and just playing in the playground when I fell down and hurt my knee…

“Stop it, Jimin. You can’t be crying over the same girl. Is pathetic” I told myself and washed the glass to get ready to sleep again; hoping this time (Y/N) wouldn’t be there.

Your pov

It was 3am right now, perfect timing.

You entered the hospital from the back door, trying to not make any sound with your combat boots. The stairs to the donation center were only some meters away from where you were standing. Perfect.

Slowly you entered the place and that fragrance you were living for embraced you. Many nurses came running next to you with 2 blood bags on each of their hands. Moving aside letting them go through you continue your journey to one nurse in particular.

“Jin” you called for him once you were close enough not to shout.

He started searching for you and once he found you he smiled and made a finger move, indicating to follow him. People donating blood, nurses and random people walked pass you, some noticing you and staring and others not giving a damn about your presence. You preferred the second type.

Jin finally entered a room and holds the door for you to get in, and once you did he locked the door. Without looking at you yet, he goes behind a desk and takes a box out of who knows where.

“Here are supplements for another 3 months or so.” He put his arm around the box smiling proudly.

“Thanks buddy, you’re the best!” You jumped in excitement as he laughed. “Oh and I’ll talk only good things about you to everyone, including Namjoon” You smiled and got closer to grab the box. Jin blushed and smiled widely.

“You are welcome, now get home before someone sees me out of the patient’s room” He gave you the box and opened the door for you to exit.

“Jin we need you on room 36! Come on!” A nurse came running to him, and after some seconds seeing me. She observed you from head to toes and tilted her head to the side, as she looked at Jin again, trying to find answers.

“Oh, sorry I interrupted your work Jin! Thank you for the cake for my mum! She will love it for sure!” You said to Jin as you took that as your leaving phrase and started walking towards the exit of the building.

Hot and windy weather hit you as you started walking towards your car, your skirt moving dangerously as you walked, but you still made sure nothing was on display for the people at the back of the hospital at 3am, that were, well, no one.

You left the box on the back seat of your “new” car, and opened the front door to sit at the pilot seat.

You were still thankful that your mum helped you to get this car, as the moving wasn’t cheap at all. You had a wonderful car back in your previous home, which were now miles away from here.

Suddenly, flashback of when you left this country, your home country, to go to another one came, and the picture of a beautiful little boy came to your mind. Jimin. You left to save him, to save him from you.

“Stop it, that’s it, you won’t see Jimin never again, get through it already” You told yourself hitting your legs with your hands. But you knew that it was easier said than done.

You met him when you were 6, and after a lot of beautiful years together you left without explanation, well at least you didn’t tell him your reasons. He probably hates you now, if he still remembers that girl that left him at 18 in the middle of a rainy spring day. Years have passed and now you were 27 years old, working a normal job in a normal office. But that didn’t mean you were “normal”.

But he didn’t have to know that, and he never will. That was the promise you made yourself once you left him. And you were willing to keep it.

“Okay, I will go right now, ok?” You told Jin as he handed you a little box containing god knows what.

“Alright I will send you a message with the address of his workplace. Make sure you give it to him and not to anyone else, this is important.” Jin handed you the box and you nodded, taking it and started walking to the hospital exit.

It wasn’t that strange to see you in the hospital, but this time it wasn’t for blood of for anything of that sort. Jin, your friend, has asked you to give a top secret box to Namjoon, which, knowing Jin was probably his birthday gift.

Spring was already here and you noticed all the beautiful flowers blooming as you walked to your car. It was the first time that you came at the hospital during the day, and you tried to keep every single detail, as you weren’t sure of when you were going back.

Carefully you placed the box on the back seat and put the belt on it so that it won’t move anywhere. Closing the door and then jumping to the driver’s seat just as a message came. Jin just gave you the address of Namjoon’s office, so you turned on the GPS, as you were still lost in the big city, and started to drive there.

A couple of minutes later you parked your car, and getting the box out. Careful so that it wouldn’t get damaged you made it to the doors of the big company.

Your eyes slowly tried to take all the building, something kind of impossible to do, as it was really tall. You deliberately got inside the big gates. The decorations inside did not disappoint you at all. It was classy and expensive-like. Black and white with a little bit of cream tones here and there. The reception was in front of you, and luckily the receptionist was sweet with the fact that you needed to deliver the package face to face.

You wished Namjoon told you to wait there and that he was going to get it, but since he couldn’t leave his office at the moment, he asked for you to get to him. The receptionist told you which floor he was in, and with that you got on the elevator, pressing the number 19 on it.

Namjoon should be important as for what you knew about this company, the president was on the 20th floor, being that the last one. Since Namjoon was on the 19 you tried to think which his position was, but Jin has never talked about it.

After what seemed hours you got to the floor and the doors opened, letting your eyes admire everything. The same color tones of decorations that you have seen once you came in were here, just that they were different now, as they were combined with offices, phones, printers, and other normal stuff to see in a work place.

Your feet started moving forward as your mind wondered, thinking of what you could do with your life if you got to work here. You weren’t poor, but rent was a kind of struggle every one and then, more now that you left your perfect job in your other home to come and take care of your mother, who was still trying to get over your grandma’s dead and still thinking about your father’s disappearance from years ago.

You came back to reality once you saw a big figure walking towards you.

“Namjoon! Happy late birthday! I tried to call you yesterday but guess what?” He tilted his head indicating you to go on as he had no idea what you were talking about. “You didn’t answer so I gave up and Jin called me to ask me to give you this so here you go!” Your arms extended to a full almost hitting his chest with the box. He laughed.

“Thank you, and say thank you to Jin for me” He said taking the box and putting it between the side of his torso and his arm.

“I think you should call him, you know, he really cares about you.” His smile disappeared and he looked to the ground. He was about to speak, but right when he was about to your mind stopped.

A strong scent came hitting you like a truck, and suddenly the reason why you were there wasn’t that important anymore. This aroma took all your attention. You remembered that, and you loved it. Fruits, flowers, vanilla, you couldn’t find anything that compared to this. Your lips curved upwards and a small spark appeared on your eyes.

“(y/n), hello? Are you there?” Namjoon kept trying to get your attention but right now, that was impossible.

Still trying to find in the back of your memory that kind of fragrance that got your head spinning, you looked to your feet. They were blurry.

“(Y/n)? What the hell are you doing?” a guy called you as you were hiding behind a tree trying to contain yourself. You were crying, trying that your fangs could hide already so you could go to play again. Steps getting closer made you more nervous that you already were.

“Stop. Stop it!!” You shouted making the guy jump in surprise as he was only centimeters away from the tree you were hiding.

The sounds stopped. He wasn’t moving. After a while trying to calm yourself down you heard the guy taking steps backwards and slowly leaving you.

You felt your anger leave you, and you touched your teeth just to be sure. Once you felt no fangs you smiled and got up, turning around smelling his fragrance and watching him leave you.

“Wait.” You shouted again, but now he couldn’t hear any anger in it, so he turned around.

You saw his face, and just that made you smile. He wasn’t scare of you, he was happy.

Turning back into reality, once your sight became normal again you brought yourself up and looked at Namjoon. He was confused by the sudden change in you.

Your face turned and you searched for someone you hoped you didn’t see. But you did. Your jaw clenched as you observed him talking with another guy, wearing his suit. You suddenly wanted to hug him; you wanted to say everything you couldn’t say that spring day under the rain, but the only thing you managed to say was:

“Jimin”

#This is my first scenario ever so i hope you like it #bts #bts scenarios #jimin scenario #bts vampire #jimin #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #jimin vampire #bts scenario #park jimin #bangtan #bangtan network #bts smut

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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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Number Station 123 Part 1 [MS] (Explicit Language)

Part 1 of 5. Came up with this story idea on the drive back home from work. Will post part 2 if there is interest:

Number Station 123 PART 1

Footsteps down a cold city street. Steam rises from the sewers like the devil's hot breath from Hell below.

Night time, 3AM. The Witching Hour.

Detective Doyle strides down the dark concrete towards a familiar building. Cruiser lights reflect off of the brick and glass lining the asphalt. Cigarette smoke follows the detective towards a crime scene.

He stops before an apartment entryway on the street. A uniform cop nods at Doyle, granting him access. Doyle tosses a cigarette butt into the street and walks inside.

The detective climbs the stairs towards the police commotion on the second floor. A few uniformed officers walk by him, nodding wearily at the detective as he steps inside an open apartment door, #24.

Mute yellow paint on the walls, pictures here and there. A long overcoat hangs behind the door.

A few steps from out of the entry hallway leads to the living room. One couch faces a small TV in the corner of the boring, square room. Another detective, a tall portly man, stands in front of the couch, looking up at the victim who’s hung himself from the ceiling joist.

The victim, male, is dressed in nothing but underwear and a dirty undershirt. A gold chain hangs around his neck. A badge and a duty semi-automatic handgun are laid neatly on a chair next to his dangling legs.

The portly detective looks at Doyle and curses. He writes a quick note on his small paper pad.

“Christ, Doyle. You know you’re you’re not supposed to be here.” The man puts his notepad away and reaches for a cigarette. He puts it into his mouth but struggles to light it. The tobacco burns after his third attempt.

“Shut up, Mickey.” Doyle grabs some latex gloves out of his pocket and snaps them on.

“Captain ain’t gonna be happy…” Mickey says as he exhales. “He’s gonna be spouting of policy and procedure...it’s my ass if you stick around here.”

Doyle grabs the badge on the chair and flips through the bifold credential wallet. A piece of paper falls to the ground and Doyle scoops it quickly. Letters and numbers, in no discernible order or rationale are scribbled on the small white paper.

“What’s that?” Mickey asks.

Doyle tucks the piece of paper back into the bi-fold and places the credentials back on the chair.

“Nothing...” Doyle answers softly. Doyle looks at Mickey, who’s taken a flask from his jacket and enjoys a swig.

“What the hell’re you doin?” Doyle asks angrily. “Are you drunk?”

“Blow me, Doyle. It’s the middle of the night in Queens...anyone who’s up is drunk.” Mickey takes another swig and wipes his mouth, his moustache wet with bourbon.

Doyle snatches the flask away from Mickey and puts it into his own pocket, “Get the fuck out of here, Mickey. Get some sleep.”

“Motherfucker you ain’t even supposed to be here, I got the call, I’m on duty!” Mickey slurs every other word.

“Yeah, yeah.” Doyle whistles towards the door and a young uniform walks in, Officer Crowley.

“Crowley help the detective find his way to a taxi and get back up here when you’re done.”

“Yessir, detective.” The young beat answers nervously. Mickey dwarfs the uniformed officer in mass.

Mickey gives Doyle the finger and struggles to button his coat. “Shove it up your ass…” Mickey walks towards the door and the uniform begins to hold his elbow to guide him out. “Don’t fucking touch me shithead.”

The two men leave.

Doyle grabs Mickey’s flask. He takes a quick pull.

He pulls a recorder from his jacket pocket and looks up at the man dangling from the ceiling. Doyle curses. Hanging from the rafter is his partner, Christopher Salvino.

He presses record:

“The victim is dressed in...evening wear. A bundle of paracord has been braided and wrapped around the ceiling joist, drywall has been broken to expose this…

Doyle looks down at the ground next to the chair where a hammer and bits of drywall are strewn about.

“...framing hammer beside the chair. Other end of the braided cord is wrapped around the victim’s neck. Bruising around the rope along the neck is consistent with strangulation, coroner to confirm.

Doyle picks up the duty gun on the chair…

“Victim’s duty weapon and credentials are resting on a chair next to his body…

Doyle releases the magazine and locks the slide back, a round is ejected from the chamber.

“Full magazine, one in the chamber.”

Doyle pushes the slide release and the slide slams back into battery. He rests the firearm back on the chair where he found it. Something’s off to him. Doyle looks inquisitively at the chair.

Officer Crowley walks back into the room.

“Detective Malone is on his way back--”

“Who was first to arrive on scene, Crowley?” Doyle interrupts the young officer.

“I was...phoned dispatch as soon as I came across Detective Salv--I mean--the victim, sir.”

Doyle points at the chair in the center of the room, “Was this chair standing upright like this when you walked in?”

“Yeah, I didn’t touch anything when I came in. Like I said I made the call to dispatch as soon as I saw him hanging there.”

Doyle walks around to the victim’s back and looks around for any sign of struggle. He shakes his head, no sign of foul play.

“Kinda weird don’t you think,” Doyle states plainly, “the chair he used to jump off of didn’t move at all, once he took a leap?”

Officer Crowley just shrugs his shoulders, he doesn’t have much of an answer. “Honestly sir I can’t remember if the chair was like that when I came in. It could have been face down, Det. Malone could have set it upright…”

Doyle shrugs, “Just sayin...” He takes out his recorder, “Note that the chair next to the victim was found standing upright…will confirm with first on the scene.”

Doyle takes another sweep over the body with his eyes.

“No signs of struggle on the body.”

Doyle stops the recording. “You go anywhere else in the house?”

“Just the bedroom...kind of a small place.” Officer Crowley answers softly.

“Eggheads been here yet?”

Officer Crowley looks at the detective puzzled.

“Crime scene...jumpsuits...they take pictures?

“Oh yeah, one guy, it’s early you know.”

Doyle nods and makes his way to the back bedroom, only a dozen steps out of the living room. He slowly pushes the door open, the room is still dark so he flips the light switch.

The detective’s eyes grow wide with confusion.

The room is FILLED with bound composition books, stacked all over the floor, barely enough room for anyone to climb onto the small bed in the middle of the room. Notes are scribbled and stuck to the wall. Papers litter the bed.

“Jesus, Chris...” Doyle mutters. He presses record:

“Victim’s bedroom is covered in notebooks…”

Doyle grabs a book from one of the stacks and flips through the pages of scribbling, random words and numbers, black ink filling up every bit of space on the white paper.

“Whatever’s written is indiscernible...random numbers and letters.”

Doyle walks over the bed, picks up a couple of stray papers on the edge of the mattress and looks at them. Copies of satellite photographs, a few notes are made on each page.

“Satellite photos, maps, and schematics are strewn on the bed and pinned on the walls…”

Doyle heads towards the bedroom door, but not before noticing a thick cable line exiting the ceiling and stabled along the drywall and molding of the doorframe. The line protrudes the wall and exits the other side into the main living room.

Doyle exits the room and look towards the spot where the line exits. He finds the line, but it’s been cut crudely.

“You said crime scene had one guy here?” the detective asks.

“Yeah one guy.”

“Alright, tell him to get his ass back here and bring some friends there’s a ton of notebooks in the bedroom and we need to get every one of them in evidence.”

The young officer gets on the radio and calls dispatch.

Doyle takes his gloves off and pockets them. He takes a step out into the apartment hallway.

Officer Crowley calls after him, “Where you goin?”

Doyle pulls a fresh cigarette, “Gonna take a walk on the roof.”

He eyes the roof access and emerges a few seconds later on top of the two-story building.

The detective pulls his flashlight and casts a harsh yellow light across the roof. He stops the beam on a rusted piece of metal near the corner of the building, facing the street. A few steps later he stands over the object and notices the other end of the cable line he saw in the apartment.

It too has been cut.

Something’s not right.

Doyle begins to record audible notes again, but a loud feedback pierces the speaker, ringing his ears.

He drops the recorder on the ground as he grabs his ears, the recorder falls to the concrete roof and the batteries spill out.

The feedback on the recorder fades quickly but a low hum can still be heard from the dead, battery-less recorder. Doyle picks it up in confusion.

What the hell? Doyle says to himself. He bends down to pick up the batteries--

“Detective!”

Doyle drops the recorder again, spins and pulls his sidearm, pointing it and his flashlight towards the voice in the darkness.

Officer Crowley is standing with his arms up in the air, bathed in the yellow light.

“Crime scene, they’re on their way, sir…” the young officer’s voice stammers in the dark.

Doyle scans the rest of the roof. Litter blows against the shallow walls along the edge of the roof. He holsters his semi-automatic.

Doyle answers the officer, “Very well. I’m on my way down.”

to be continued...

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