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luxekook · 5 years ago

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chapter four.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, noona kink, general chaotic energy, poly relationships, slight implications of switch!reader and sub!jk, jin being a beautiful mess, make-out sesh with multiple people oops

⇥ beta reader: the lovely @shadowsremedy

Chapter Four

Taehyung’s Room, BTS House – 10:49pm

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

Namjoon’s question fills the room. The boys all stare at me with anticipation, leaning forward with furrowed brows.

I ponder my course of action for all of two seconds before launching into my well-practiced rant, “I want to know what sort of sick prank you think you’re playing, because I am not falling for it. I mean – all of you wanting to date one person? Date me? Seems fake, but okay.”

Some of the boys move to interrupt me, but I thrust up a palm, “No, please let me finish. I know I don’t really have the right to make judgements about you guys, but I have seen some misogynistic behavior from your frat. So, I feel like it’s not that far-fetched for me to think that you’re probably playing me.”

“Messy gymnast behavior? What’s that?” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok who just shrugs, looking equally as baffled.

“Misogynistic, Kook, not messy gymnast,” Namjoon pinches his nose in frustration, “It means prejudiced against women.”

Seokjin and Jimin descend into fits of laughter. Hoseok still looks mildly perplexed, and Yoongi takes a large sip of soju from a bottle he procured from god knows where within the last few minutes.

Covering his face, Jungkook dives behind Jin in hopes of further hiding his embarrassment.

“I think I know what she’s talking about.”

The room quiets at Taehyung’s interjection. He reluctantly sits up from his relaxed position on his bed and explains, “When we met at our party last semester, she found out about our old pledge tradition.”

“Oh, damn,” Jimin sighs, “So that’s why you motioned to remove it from the chapter’s history at the last meeting.”

“Yeah,” Tae looks me in the eyes, “We voted removed it, (y/n) ... A little too late though, it seems.”

Jungkook peeks his head out from behind Jin’s shoulder, “We’re sorry, noona.”

Trying not to internally melt in response at the youngest’s display of classic puppy-dog eyes, I slump against the wall and slide into a sitting position on the floor. “Look, I’m not going to say that ‘it’s okay’ because it’s not. But I do appreciate that you removed it.”

The boys hang their heads, looking properly chastised.

“That’s fair,” Namjoon finally says quietly, “We know as a frat we fucked up. We’re not perfect. We make a lot of mistakes. But we’re trying to get back to being respectable and move on from here.”

“We’re trying to get back your respect,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, looking at me with wide eyes and more attentiveness than I’ve ever seen from him.

“But that’s the other thing,” I look away, pulling at a random thread fraying off of the sleeve of my sweatshirt, “Why does it matter so much that I respect you? Why are you all so invested in me all of a sudden? In all honesty, I haven’t said more than two words in conversation to half of you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really matter,” Namjoon shrugs, shifting to lean casually against the wall.

My eyes narrow, “How can it not matter?”

“Because we date as a group, (y/n)-noona,” Jimin smiles down at me from his perch on Taehyung’s bed, all squishy cheeks and crinkled eyes, “Tae thought we’d all like you, and then Jungkookie and Joon-hyung agreed and—”

Hoseok excitedly chimes in, arms swinging wildly, “And finding someone who we all like hasn’t happened in so long, and I’m so happy!”

“Yah, Hobi!” Jin reaches over Jungkook to shove the bouncing boy, “We’re supposed to be playing it cool. We have to woo her.” He winks and blows me a kiss.

Instinctively, I swat it away and then giggle at Seokjin’s indignant gasp.

“I take it back! She’s mean!” Launching into a passionate rant complete with head shaking and wild eyes, Jin continues, “Consider that kiss null and void. I have never been so insulted in my entire life, you know!”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I collapse from laughing alongside the rest of the boys. Namjoon’s dimples are out in full force as he drawls, “Hyung, that’s what you said yesterday when I beat you in Overwatch.”

Seokjin splutters over the now-renewed laughter of his younger brothers, “I thought I told you to never speak of that again!”

Trailing off in mumbles of how he needs new friends and how disrespected he is as an elder, Jin resorts to pouting in the corner.

“You’ll have to excuse Seokjin-hyung, (y/n),” Taehyung smirks at me with raised eyebrows, “He’s skated by solely on his looks up until now.”

Seokjin’s pouting intensifies.

“He is handsome,” I instinctively respond, fully focused on the beauty of Jin’s pouty lips. And when those lips break into a huge grin, I cringe at my lapse in judgement for the thousandth time that night.

“My faith in humanity has been restored!” Jin ambles back to his original spot next to Jungkook and thrusts a paper heart that he apparently had been carrying on his person for quite some time in my direction.

“Hyung,” Hoseok eyes Seokjin with a concerned frown, “Where did you even get that from?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” Jin barely finishes that sentence before a flurry of pillows, water bottles, and other miscellaneous items are thrown at him from all angles.

“I thought we agreed no more quoting Gossip Girl, Jin-hyung!” Jimin cries as he continues to hit Jin with a pillow from Tae’s bed.

Miraculously still even able to speak under the assault from the other boys, Jin replies with complete sincerity, “XOXO.”

Chaos reigns.

Watching all seven of them in - presumably - their most natural state, I sigh in amusement, “Y’all are too much.”

Somehow the boys hear me, because they all turn to face me once more with various expressions of playfulness and mirth. Jin still lies under the pile of them laughing slightly as they slowly shift off of him.

“Nah, I think we might be just enough for you, noona,” Jungkook pipes up as he plops down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah? And how do you know that?” A sudden thought occurs to me, “Wait, why do you all even date one person anyway? Don’t you realize like half the campus is in love with each of you?”

“You’re included in that half, right?” Taehyung grins and then shrinks under my withering glare, “I mean, it’s a long story?”

“Oh, hold on,” I check my wrist, which noticeably has no watch, “Mhm, that’s right. It’s story time.”

Jimin snorts and then burrows under the covers in mortification.

“Cute,” Hoseok sighs, staring at me, “I want to keep you.”

And there’s something about having Jung Hoseok’s full attention and adoration that brings me to peak devastation. I pull my hood up over my head and burrow into my sweatshirt.

“Aw!” Various yells rebound around the room. I flip them all off.

“Hobi,” Yoongi teases, “I think she likes you.”

I peek out of the safety of my sweatshirt to eviscerate him with my eyes, but Yoongi just raises one brow coolly and calls me out, “Well, am I wrong, jagi?”

All eyes are on me, and the room is suddenly so quiet that all I can hear is the muffled party downstairs and the beating of my heart.

“... I want my lawyer,” I finally declare, re-emerging from the depths of my sweatshirt and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, noona!” Jimin shuffles across the room and kneels in front of me, causing me to descend into a panic, “You like Hoseok-hyung, right? Well, what about me? Do you like me?”

Jimin peers down at me, pink hair tussled and eyes shining. How could I ever say no to that beautiful face? That angelic human?

Must.

Deflect.

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. Why do you all date the same person when each of you could have anyone you want?”

Jimin deflates and sits back on his heels, frowning at my non-answer.

“But we do already date everyone we want,” Hoseok cuts in, giggling, “Well, almost.”

They’re already dating people? My mind wracks through all my knowledge of the seven boys sitting before me, but no evidence of them dating anyone pops up. “Wait, I’m confused. Who are you all dating then?”

I can’t help but feel like I’m on the outside of an inside joke as the boys all exchange looks that are all too smug for my liking.

“Seems like we did a good job, boys,” Namjoon chuckles, “People on this campus are pretty oblivious.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shakes his head, “They just choose not to see it. They want us all to be fully available.”

The lightbulb finally flickers on in my mind.

“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper, “You’re all dating each other, aren’t you?”

Various nods answer that question. Jin, of course, being Jin, wipes an imaginary tear from his eye as he dramatically laments, “And she’s smart, too? How did we get so lucky, boys?”

“Yoongi,” I say calmly, “Please pass me that soju before I commit murder in this very room.”

Without a word, Yoongi hands me the bottle before settling down in the space next to me against the wall.

Suddenly hyperaware of my positioning, I realize I’m sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi now sit together on Tae’s bed, while Jin remains on the floor surrounded by various pillows and debris.

Namjoon is still leaning against the opposite wall, looking way too intimidating and perfect that I’m forced to look away.

That is, until he starts to speak. “(y/n), the seven of us have always been close. We grew up together; and, somehow, we just work as a unit. We work together. It may seem odd or untraditional. Maybe it is. But, it’s who we are. And it’s how we love.”

Namjoon continues, “We don't want to lose what we have together, this dynamic we've spent so long building. But, we’ve been feeling like something has been missing from our relationship lately. We’ve been looking for someone to help complete us.”

“And you think that person is me?” I suck in a jagged breath, “You really want to share me? Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

"There are crazier things," Yoongi shrugs, taking back the bottle of soju from my grasp, "Like how Namjoon has an IQ of 148 but can't seem to live one day without breaking something."

Namjoon, looking affronted, opens and closes his mouth, but ultimately settles on just smiling bashfully. My heart almost explodes at such a display of cuteness.

"It's really not that crazy, (y/n)," Taehyung interrupts my internal fawning, "You seem like a girl who’s intimidated by no one and nothing. We really, really like that. And we figured since you kissed me and Jungkook that you might be interested.”

Embarrassment washes over me. I steal back the soju from Yoongi, who just smirks knowingly.

“Besides, polyamory is actually more common than you think,” Hobi smiles in that pretty heart-shaped way of his.

He has a valid point. Who am I to be the judge of what love looks like? Who am I to criticize these boys who clearly love each other and just want one more person to love? Who am I to deny myself the opportunity to be loved by seven people?

“Can I think about it?" I ask, still fighting the inevitable for whatever reason, "I'm not saying 'no’. I just need a bit of time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need, baby," Namjoon murmurs, looking like I just handed him the keys to the entire world.

"No,” Jimin groans, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, “Please, please, please don't take all the time you need, (y/n)-noona! I can’t wait that long!”

I reach up to stroke my fingers through his pink hair in an attempt to soothe the poor angel.

“Do we have permission to continue to woo you during this ‘thinking’ period?” Jin inquires, casting a look of jealousy at Jimin who is now nestled even further into me.

“Continue?” I ask, “When did you start?”

“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, “Why does she keep roasting me?”

“I think it’s hot,” Jungkook grins at me with stars in his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a masochist, Kook,” Taehyung cackles from his perch on the bed.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook jumps on Taehyung in an effort to silence him, “She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“I mean, it is pretty obvious,” I pause dramatically, dropping the pitch of my voice, “Baby boy.”

Jungkook yelps and takes off out of the room.

“Shit, was that too much?” I ask, staring at the door thrown open in Jungkook’s wake.

“No,” Tae replies, still laughing, “I think he just needs a second to calm down. I’ll go see where he went.”

Taehyung gets up from the bed and shuffles out the door in search of Jungkook. The open door allows for more sounds from the party to seep into the room.

Namjoon sighs, “I should probably check on what’s happening down there, shouldn’t I?”

“Good luck, man,” Yoongi tears the soju back out of my hand and lifts it up in cheers to Namjoon. Chuckling, Namjoon ambles over to where Yoongi, Jimin and I are crowded together and grabs the soju.

After taking a long sip, he crouches down in front of me and grasps the hand that remains unoccupied by Jimin. Bringing it to his lips, Namjoon places the lightest kiss on my knuckles. “I’m so happy you showed up tonight, baby. I can only hope that my future holds more of you in any way you choose to give me.”

Pressing his lips to my palm this time, Namjoon smiles in that completely devastating way of his and then saunters out of the room. Still gaping, I realize I never even got to say a word to him in response.

“You are so whipped for him already, jagi,” Yoongi says lowly, lips brushing my ear.

I blink. My senses are on overload. Jimin is still curled into my side, with my hand stroking his hair and his lips accidentally grazing the skin of my collarbone every so often. Now, Yoongi is closer than ever. I can feel his breath against my neck and his stare focused on my lips. Meanwhile, Hobi and Jin are slowly but surely shuffling closer to where the three of us are bunched together.

“So what if I am?” I finally answer, “Aren’t you all whipped for him, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jimin mumbles into my shoulder.

My mind explodes.

“She’s not ready for that yet, Jiminie,” Jin giggles, “I’m pretty sure she’s still half convinced I worship Satan in the basement.”

“Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am,” I jokingly eye Seokjin up and down with an amused smile.

He grins back at me. I melt. And he knows it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks, the slightest smirk curving his lips, a look of hunger burning in his gaze, like he could just eat me up, “Please?”

I swallow and his eyes latch onto the movement of my throat.

Before I can reconsider, I remove myself from my sitting position against the wall, much to Jimin and Yoongi’s dismay, and straddle Jin’s lap, immediately capturing his lips with my own.

The effect is instantaneous. Various groans echo around me as Jin smiles against my mouth. His hands find their way under my sweatshirt and squeeze my hips, dragging my body even closer against his.

The way Jin kisses is life-ruining in its unhurried, yet passionate deliberateness. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, and the possessiveness of his actions send a ripple of excitement through my body. Releasing my mouth, he works his way down the length of my exposed neck, and I gasp in response.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands twine around my body from behind as Hobi pleads into my ear, “Can I kiss you, too, (y/n)?”

I nod wordlessly, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve such affection in this one.

“No fair,” I vaguely hear Jimin pouting, “I want to kiss noona.”

“We’ll have our turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice causes a shudder of anticipation to race down my spine.

“Oh, she likes that idea,” Jin laughs, obviously having felt the tremor that shot though me in response to Yoongi’s suggestion, “Come get a taste.”

“Only if that’s what she really wants,” Yoongi says, meeting my eyes, “Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, kitten.”

“Kitten?” I growl, eyes narrowed sharply in his direction.

“Yep,” Yoongi’s answering smirk is slow and antagonizing, “All cute and cuddly with a hint of claws.”

“I’ll show you claws,” I say darkly, getting up, “Stand up.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Why?”

“I won’t ask again,” I move closer to him and Jimin.

Yoongi pulls himself to his feet, acting like it was the most physical activity he’d ever done.

When he’s finally done with the dramatics, I move closer until he’s backed right up against the wall, “Min Yoongi, I’m going to shut you up now.”

His breath stutters as I slowly move my mouth closer to his. “Please do—” I cut him off.

Kissing Yoongi is just as intoxicating as kissing Jin, but in a different way. Yoongi tastes like soju and spearmint. His body melts under my touch, completely fine with letting me lead. An idea springs to mind and I slide my hand into his hair and tug lightly. He jolts with a moan.

Bingo. I smirk before kissing him deeper. My other hand winds around him to scratch my nails down his back. This time, I’m awarded with a small whine.

The fact that I’m wrecking this boy is simultaneously wrecking me. That impact doubles when I feel a small hand begin to wind its way up my calf towards my thigh. Tearing my mouth away from Yoongi, I open my eyes to see Jimin smiling up at me, “Can you kiss me like that, too, (y/n)-noona?”

“Why couldn’t you wait your turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi sulks adorably, sensing that my resolve against any request from Jimin was nonexistent.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be showing me the perks of dating multiple people?” I joke, “Jin and Hobi just shared. Can’t you two?”

Jimin springs up off the floor faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, “Yes! We can share!”

“Good,” I reply, turning in Yoongi’s arms so that my back is pressed against him. He hisses in a breath. “Come here, Jiminie,” I open my arms to the eager boy who all but leaps into them.

“You’re so beautiful, noona,” Jimin sighs, pupils dilated, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“So are you, baby,” I sigh, bringing a hand up to brush his cheek fondly, “So are you.”

I kiss Jimin gently, treasuring the feel of his plump lips against my own. I trace the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip and his mouth opens in a silent gasp. I use the chance to slip my tongue inside to twine with his.

Through my thoroughly fucked-out haze, I feel Yoongi’s hands settle onto my hips, grinding me slowly against his crotch. I moan into Jimin as Yoongi’s mouth sucks on the side of my neck, surely for the sole reason of marking me.

“Well, shit, JK,” Taehyung’s voice shatters the bubble of pleasure I had been residing within in the middle of four beautiful men. My eyes flutter open to take in the sight of Taehyung holding a box of pizza and a case of beer, with Jungkook right behind him. “Looks like the party started without us.”

a/n: oops, another slight cliff-hanger? *laughs evilly*

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thequeenb · 5 years ago

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Enemies With Benefits

Poppy x MC

This fic is inspired by @nerdy-twin post.

Warning: Smut

My, my did i heard right? My sources have been telling me all day about the hilarious fights between Queen Bee and our new starlet

Newbee proved to us since day one that she isn't one to be messed with but don't let her charms blind you. Yesterday Chlo-- i mean Poppy's dog got humiliated Infront of our eyes loves so grab your snacks because this is going to be a long semester isn't that right Bea?

Kisses, The T

Oh that's great. Another post from The T and everyone is looking at me again. Why do people care about this stupid blog anyways? Its so irrelevant and so--

"Oh my god Bea!!" Zoe runs up to me basically jumping from excitement

"Wow slow down what happened?" Seriously she can't even catch her breath

"Girl you are top 15 material now!!" she shoves her phone on my face and i gasp. Alright now i love this blog. Everyone around me whisper and after a moment i can hear cheers from every direction of the pathway

"Woooo B-E-A, B-E-A" they all chant my name and i bow laughing at my sweet victory, i cant wait to wipe Poppy's smirk off her face

Everything stops as i hear clapping behind my back, Aaaaand there she is. "Congratulations you managed to get pass the emo wannabes and the bimbos"

"Big words coming from a bitch like you" it feels like i am in a movie because everyone gasps not knowing how to react to that. Poppy stare at me long enough to kind of worry

"Listen here you ugly pathetic idiot--"

"That's not what you told me last night" i say kinda proud of myself and that's when basically everyone looks shocked. Zoe covers her giggles because she knows alllll about it and Miss Regina George over here have gone completely pink

"I would never not even in a million years touch someone as cheap as you, Chloe go fetch me a latte, ta ta garbage" and she walks away just like that

"Wow you really have an effect on her" Zoe comes behind me laughing and i roll my eyes brushing off another stupid fight

"Do you want to watch a movie and eat our feelings?"

"Girl you know me so well"

___

"Okay but do you want to watch Mean Girls, or the finale of Gossip girl?" I ask shuffling through Netflix

"Bea this school is the definition of Gossip girl and dont get me started on Mean girls, Poppy is--" And that's when we hear a knock on the door

"It must be Penelope i invited her" Zoe yells from the kitchen pouring us both a glass of wine

I walk to the door opening it wide and thats when i see my dear enemy

"What can i do for you?" I say smirking

"For starters buy better clothes, this shirt is hideous" she gestures at my Deadpool shirt, excuse me? How dare she?

"If i wanted to deal with your attitude i would have..oh wait yes you stalk me so you are always on my way"

"Agh can you just stop talking"

I roll my eyes so hard my brain hurts. What the school doesn't know is that we have our secret fights in the bedroom. Of course i was shocked as well but here i am kinda liking Poppy, gosh i probably hit rock bottom

"Goodnight boo" i smile slamming the door shut continuing my night drinking wine and gossiping with Zoe.

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"I will see you after class, those new burritos are to die for" Zoe says as she kisses my cheek goodbye, i love this woman

I walk freely around the empty campus. One thing that i love about Mondays is that on third period i can just have five minutes to myself and collect my thoughts, that until i find my self pinned against a wall

"Never do that again" Poppy says pointing her finger to my chest

I gasp at the surprise and she looks amused, her and her little games "Do what exactly? Exist?"

She rolls her eyes but i can see how hard she is trying to hide her smile "No one slams the door at me Newbee" and she poke her finger once

"Oh please you are always being an asshole"

"Listen here, just because i let you kiss me once doesn't mean anything, you are still garbage to me and you will always be" and another poke

She tries to do it again but i grab her finger looking at her deep into her eyes

"No you listen Poppy, i am tired of your manipulative games, you are the most awful person i have ever met!" I am glad the campus is empty, if people were here they would probably record or take pictures for The T

"Oh please Hughes you play tough but you really aren't, maybe you were important back in pig town, but here? You are just another pawn" her glare is dangerous, her eyes on fire, our tension so thick you can feel it through your bones

So i did what every logical person would do, i lean in and i capture her lips before she can say anything else that will ruin the mood. At first she tries to deny and make a surprised sound but soon her tongue is dancing against mine.

I pin her against the wall taking a quick glance around to make sure we are alone. I should be in Miss Kingsley class right now but oh god am i distracted

She places her hands around my neck pulling me closer to her, didn't i tell you? She really likes me deep inside this cold heart of hers

"Am i tough now?" i ask, our lips so close, our breaths ghosting on eachother's faces. She swallows hard "Not enough"

And as these words escape her mouth i pin her hands above her head with my one hand effortlessly as my other travel from her waist down her thighs. Poppy always wears a mini skirt enough to ignite my fire

I dig my nails slightly into her flesh and ask once again "I said, am i tough now?"

Poppy moans against my mouth and i start kissing her neck, something that drives her crazy. She wont admit it, she never does but she knows well how much i turn her on and it annoys her

"Let me hear it" i say sucking at the sensitive spot underneath her ear

"Yes you are!" she says holding onto me tight like her life depends on it

My hand now goes beneath her skirt and my oh my do i make her excited. My fingers brush slightly against her underwear and thats when the bell rings, ugh cockblocker

We both immediately separate adjusting our clothes watching the campus slowly getting crowded. Poppy's cheeks are red and i can already imagine what she is thinking of. I smile to myself watching her walk away

And that's when my phone buzz, of course a notification from The T

Hello loves,

Another day another drama. My rising star is now top 10 material, i am proud of you girl but i wouldn't count on it because we all know Miss perfect always gets what she wants. I love drama and Hughes is providing me with the best one yet. Good luck, you will need it

Kisses, The T

I still cant believe what i am reading. Top 10?!! I am here almost two months and i have outsmarted most of Poppy's moves. I smile as Zoe approach me screaming

"I knew you had it in you!!" she hugs me tight spinning me around

"Suck it Poppy" i yell as students around us are cheering. It feels good knowing that people are on my side finally seeing who they are bowing to years now

Someone tugs my hand and as i turn around i see Chloe crossing her arms

"So you managed to reach top 10 i see"

"Oh do you want an autograph? Thats so sweet" i say smirking

"Poppy is waiting for you behind the field"

"And who says that i am going?" I practically laugh but her face remains the same

"Listen i dont have all day Channel is having--"

"Alright dog, good girl! You earned a treat" and like that i give her head a pat walking towards hell basically.

I am sure Pops is mad at me, maybe she likes me but she is serious when it comes to her reputation. I approach her enjoying how nervous she looks

"If you wanted a date we could have arranged it" i say sitting next to her

Her expression is cold and distant and i sigh defeated "okay what is it? Is it the fact that i am top-"

"That list isn't that important Hughes, i can drag you down to the bottom within seconds" Wow okay i get it thats not the reason you are grumpy

"Why did you asked your dog to fetch me?"

Poppy rolls her eyes clearly annoyed by every word i say. Again i sigh not knowing what to do exactly. Sometimes i like to take her in. The way her foot is jiggling, the way she flips her hair when she is awkward. Everything about her is so perfect when all the eyes are laid on her but when we are alone i see another version of her

"I hate how entitled you feel" she finally says standing up "since you got here the only thing that you want is to ruin me!"

I feel my blood boiling as i stand up to get on her level "Excuse me? You attacked me the first moment i laid my foot in here!"

"That's because you love to shove your nose where it doesn't belong!" she now takes a step closer, anger written all over her features

"Oh give me a break, you were always cruel, people just now start to realise it" i take a step closer as well trying to intimidate her

"I run this school Newbee, you like it or not so go back to your little town where you were important because here? You are nothing" she spats out coldly and all i can do is stare at her. Her mask now falls completely

I can see the worry in her eyes,regret. Her posture isn't radiating power, instead i can see how uncomfortable she is. Aw are emotions a new thing for her? How charming.

Without missing a beat i kiss her letting all this anger turn into passion. "I hate you" i say kissing her neck desperately trying to find an inch of bare skin to touch

"I hate you more" she tries to say but her voice trails off when my hand goes underneath her skirt. I smile between our kiss when i feel how wet she is

"Did our fight made you excited?" I ask teasingly

"More kissing less talking" she says capturing my lips into a passionate kiss. I push her against a wall as my hand connects with her center

"Oh Bea.." she whispers against my lips and thats when i increase the pace just to hear her moan. Only i can watch her like this, so vulnerable so real

With each stroke i can hear her shouting my name digging her nails onto my back. Finally her body shakes as she has a violent release and i hold her tight against me

I bring my fingers to my lips and i lick them clean locking eyes with her. For a moment all we can do is stare at eachother and i think we are both questioning what did we just do? I smile trying to reach for her hand but she pulls away

Great she turned on her bitchy mode. "I will see you tomorrow?"

"I will ruin your entire life Hughes!!" She yells while walking away. Well that wasn't what she was saying seconds ago, oh wait yes she was busy screaming my name

"And yes you will, now go fuck yourself!" She yells again and i flip her off smiling

Thats how the rest of the semester went down. Infront of the eyes of the school we hated eachother's guts but behind closed doors we did the craziest things in the bedroom. Overall i do hate Poppy Min-Sinclair but i have to admit, this woman knows her stuff, enough to wonder how many layers does she really has?

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fuwafuwamedb · 4 years ago

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The King’s Dumu Lugal Pt 14 (Hakuno, CasGil, Gudako, Mash)

Previously: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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“Gilgamesh,” Hakuno frowned, hurrying after the king that was walking ahead of her.

Their son was dressed in a set of robes that were thick and overly adorned in golden accents. The attire looked too much like his own that he was wearing. He’d taken no time to get things around, bringing Ur alongside him as he headed for the dining hall.

This was too much.

Ur was unaccustomed to the whole process of meeting with people. He was used to being isolated and being cared for. Taking him in front of a group of people was a bit too much.

“Gilgamesh!”

“Hakuno, he will be fine.”

The man all but marched into the dining hall, holding Ur close as he walked through the room to his usual place in the room.

He liked the wall, facing towards the room and all those who were inside the room. He liked being able to have a higher position in the room than most, looking down towards where everyone was eating. A few other seats there were normal for the kings and a few others in the facility to sit, but…

Hakuno could feel his hand wrap around hers as he held Ur tight and pulled her to his seat.

It was the seat beside his own that was pulled out.

“Sit down.”

“We shouldn’t-“

“Hakuno,” the man set Ur down, letting the boy sit on her lap. His hands cupped her face as he let their son go. His mouth was moving against her own and she was feeling all the warmth in the room building up.

He wasn’t playing fair. He wasn’t even being reasonable with this.

She could feel attention coming her way, the room was growing quiet as Ur wiggled in her arms.

“You may praise me as you see fit later,” Gilgamesh purred, keeping his head leaned in close. “I will bring us both food back to enjoy for the morning meal.”

He didn’t need to do that. They should have just eaten in her chambers.

But there was no telling him that. He was already proudly strolling through the room, his robes all but waving out behind him, creating a sight for the whole room to see. He was like some kind of colorful peacock, strutting through the wilds and showing off his good fortune.

The room was taking note of Ur too.

There was no missing the gazes that were going her way. Ozymandias was making a direct turn to come and sit beside her. Raikou was noting the blond on her lap and had her jaw dropping. There were others though.

Cu Caster gave her a small nod.

Tamamo was covering her mouth, pushing at Nero.

Jeanne and her other selves were pausing, seeing her holding her son and looking to one another, murmuring softly.

In moments, the room had gone from normal to silent and then to this. Babbling and murmurs were traveling. Gudako was walking in only to note that she was seated in Uruk attire, holding her son on her lap.

“Hakuno!” Mash waved, hurrying over. “Hakuno, wow.”

“Gil wanted to have breakfast here today,” Hakuno explained quickly. “We’ll be quick.”

She’d do her damnest to make sure it was quick.

But Gudako stepped forward, shaking her head.

“She’s not talking about that. She’s talking about your appearance, Hakuno. You look cute.”

“Hmm?”

“Did you let Gilgamesh dress you all today? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed up this much.” Gudako pulled out her phone, tapping at her screen a minute before grinning. “Hold up Ur and smile for a minute.”

“Gudako!”

“Come on!”

Hakuno sighed, pulling Ur a bit closer and more into view.

One camera became a half dozen.

Hakuno raised a brow, but she stopped, smiling and waiting as the group before her began to call and coo for Ur’s attention. The moment the first snap of a camera went, she felt an arm around her shoulders.

Caster was leaning in, his arms holding her and Ur close a moment before he pressed his lips to her cheek.

“AWHHH!”

“Alright,” Gudako laughed a little, lowering her phone, “come on guys! Hakuno and her son need a few minutes to be able to eat.”

“Hakuno needs more than a few minutes,” Gilgamesh argued. “Sit with us, fool. Hakuno could use more company. We can discuss servant summons while we eat.”

“Servant summons?”

“I have informed Hakuno that she needs a servant,” Gilgamesh explained, moving slowly to grab the plates he’d abandoned in making it into the pictures. The moment he had them down, he had swiped Gudako’s phone from her hands, clicking away at her photo gallery and selecting the pictures of the three of them.

“She needs a servant?”

“Indeed. Someone like a lancer, preferably. I’m open to the idea of a rider or a saber, but I think a lancer would be far more suitable. Their actions are more self oriented.”

“Right, right.” Gudako nodded, glancing to her again.

She hadn’t told him yet.

Telling Gilgamesh that she was his master wouldn’t necessarily end well though. He’d seemed against the idea when she’d alluded towards it. He’d all but avoided saying anything to upset Gudako.

Hakuno sighed, leaning in towards Ur and cooing gently.

“Y-yeah,” Gudako nodded, moving a chair up to the other side of the table and motioning for a moment. “Let me go get something to eat first. You wanna come, Mash?”

“Sure!”

It would be awkward until she told Gil. She knew that, but…

She couldn’t think of a good way to tell him.

“Hakuno,” Gilgamesh pulled his own phone out and changing his phone background. “Let me hold Ur while you eat.”

“It’s fine.”

But he didn’t take that as an answer. He moved his chair close to hers, pulling the boy gently from her lap and setting him on his own.

“Abum!”

“Dumu lugal,” Caster replied, leaning in close.

She snapped a picture of the cooing face the man had, finding him blinking in surprise and holding her phone close.

“Hakuno-“

“I need a picture for my background.”

If everyone else was going to take pictures, then so would she. The nose to nose picture of her husband and son-

Wait.

“Ah! This is so nice!” Gudako all but set her plate down with a clatter, breaking her thoughts apart. “I’ve been hoping that you two would come out more. It’s especially nice for you, Hakuno. You’ve been so involved in helping behind the scenes and keeping to yourself. Let’s hang out more and not do work!”

“Gudako,” Mash shook her head, settling in next to the redhead with a quieter presence about her. “Let Hakuno have some of her quiet time still. This is nice though.”

“It is!” Gudako beamed. “And look at you and Ur, King Gilgamesh! You both match!”

“A son should dress like his father when young. Uruk adornments suit him well, especially when he bears his mother’s face.”

“His face is a bit chubby right now though.”

Gilgamesh raised a brow.

“He does! He has baby face! He’s like a little tatter tot!”

“Hakuno,” Gilgamesh glanced over to her. “This one is no longer allowed to watch our son.”

“HEY!”

“She just compared our son to a potato.”

“COME ON!”

“Come on, nothing, mongrel. My son does not bear the face of a spud. He is a young prince and will be addressed and referred to properly.”

“Babies look like potatoes!”

“You’re burying yourself deeper, fool. Continue forth and I won’t be responsible for what befalls you.”

“MASH! HELP ME HERE!”

Mash looked away, whistling a moment before she caught Gilgamesh glaring at her. “…I think Ur is a handsome young prince.”

“Wise words, Shielder,” Gil approved.

Hakuno slowly began to eat as the quarreling continued, her eyes looking over the rambunctious group of servants and the antics going on. She could see a few of the child servants glancing their way, Saber Lily herself tugging at Merlin’s robes and stealing a flower to bring over for Ur.

Nothing was going wrong.

No one minded at all that there was a small boy in the room. If anything, it seemed to have them all excited as a few servants came and cooed to little Ur. David began a long lecture about sons while Ozymandias boasted about his time babysitting. Mata Hari brought over some apple sauce and was permitted to feed him a little as Hakuno found everyone congratulating her on a beautiful son.

Things were okay.

“You think you can just escape the Moon Cell? You think I will let some stupid arrogant king steal you away. I won’t let anyone have you, Hakuno! No one!”

Hakuno closed her eyes, her teeth biting down on her lip.

“Hakuno?”

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her mind running over the path back to her chambers. She needed to take Ur and hurry back. She needed to go-

A pair of lips pressed to her own, the taste of metal coming to her as she opened her eyes.

Gilgamesh pulled back, his lips stained slightly.

“Gudako, fetch some antibiotics from the infirmary. Mash, come here and take my son. I need to carry Hakuno back to our chambers.”

Hakuno pulled back a bit, wiping at her lip.

She was bleeding.

She’d been bleeding before as well, her attire that she’d received from Nero stained in red. Her arms had held onto the king tight as he’d spat at those who had been near.

“She won’t have your spawn, you stupid king. I won’t let this happen. Hakuno is too pure for this!”

“What do you mean?”

Hakuno closed her eyes.

There’d been running, she’d seen the train tracks, knowing that she’d have to jump. The chances of landing-

“I won’t let you die,” the king had murmured. “I’ll open the gates to somewhere away from here.”

She looked back, noting the shoulder disappearing. He was vanishing before her eyes.

“Jump, Hakuno.”

“Hakuno,” Gilgamesh’s voice murmured, closer than she’d expected.

“Can we take Ur back?”

She’d been wrong.

It wasn’t Ur who couldn’t handle this many people around. Her son was fine, all but glowing under the unerring praise and admiration.

The problem was her.

She couldn’t do any of this.

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lia-jones · 4 years ago

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Growing Pains - Chapter Eight - Dry Cleaning and Peanut Butter Cookies

I arrived home from the airport by midnight, a dull ache invading my bones. I did not know how Victor endured this pretty much every week, I felt like dropping dead on my bed and come to life in the next century.

I was unlocking my door when I heard footsteps on the stairs. My neighbor Levi was going home too.

“Andrea… You arrived just now?” He asked, watching me with his piercing green eyes.

Levi was, for the lack of a better expression, hot as sin. He was a Krav Maga instructor and a personal trainer, so he was naturally well built. To top it all, he had these green eyes and strawberry blonde hair that framed a masculine square jaw and perky lips.

After I mentioned I practiced Krav Maga back at home, Levi invited me to attend his lessons, and we became good friends after that. He was the only person in Loveland to know about my past abuse, and had taken somewhat of a protective stance towards me.

“Yes… Long business trip. What’s your excuse?” I said, playfully.

“Football and beer. And burgers. Did you come alone from the airport?” He changed the subject, expressing his concern.

“No, my boss drove me. Can I talk to you tomorrow? I’m in dire need of a shower and a coma.” I said, opening my door and putting my bags in. Levi interrupted.

“Actually, I was about to ask you if you can walk Boris in the morning. I have an early class.” Levi asked, making a face.

“Ok, no worries, I’ll walk him. I have your key, don’t worry.” I said, coming into my house and closing the door.

After unpacking, I went to my shower. I let the warm water slide down my body and rinse all the tension away. I thought about these last few days. It was incredible to see that relaxed side of Victor. He seemed to open up a bit, and I couldn’t help but wonder what made him let his guard down for me. But more importantly, I felt like I was slowly letting my guard down too. I was somewhat infatuated, the way I seemed to begin to stir with his gaze or when I heard his purring voice grazed the ridiculous. I shook the thoughts away and just resumed taking my shower.

I went for my purse to get my phone and set the alarm. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find the damn thing.

My heart raced as I remembered the last time I opened my purse. It was at the airport, as I was looking for my passport. I had taken it from my wallet on a previous occasion and was too lazy to put it back in its place, so I kept it loose in my purse. This time, it was mixed with all the other stuff inside, so I had to take every single item out and put in on the seat next to me before I could find it. Did I forget to put my phone in my purse while I was putting all the other stuff back in? Was it still in Sunset Valley, hundreds of miles away, sitting on the seat? I got dressed and sped to a phone booth to call my own number. The phone was off. Probably still on flight mode, or maybe somebody already had taken it, and removed the sim card.

I also had to call my mother, she should be worried, I didn’t call her while traveling. I looked at the clock, it was midnight in Loveland, which meant it was 7 am in Portugal, way too early to call anyone. I decided to call it a night and go to bed. I would be able to think more clearly in the morning.

It was already 10 am when I woke up, and although my body begged for a few more hours of sleep, the thought of my lost phone made me bolt to the shower. I had a quick breakfast, put on my jeans, my black tank top and a grey cotton drape jacket, with my black sneakers.

I took Boris to the park, where he played in several puddles, getting himself full of mud in the process. I then stopped by the phone booth to call my mother. Boris was beyond agitated, probably wanting to go play again. I held him by his leash, trying to make him still the best I could while I listened to my mom.

“I have been calling since yesterday, where is your phone? What number is this? Did you get in trouble?” My mom almost yelled at me, obviously alarmed.

“No, mom, I lost my phone. I’m taking care of it today, don’t worry. I’m using a phone booth in the meantime.”

“Did you return yesterday? How was the business trip? Did your boss behave?”

“Yes, good and yes.” I said, trying not to get into a lot of detail. I already knew that every word out of my mouth would be scrutinized by Dr. Mariana.

“Hmmm, avoidance. Meaningful.”

Boris was getting more restless by the minute, pulling and tugging on the leash, as I held him tightly in place. But Boris was a silly Saint Bernard, which meant he had the strength to drag me out of the booth if he so desired.

“I have to go, Mom. I’ll call you later.”

At that moment, Boris pulled the leash a last time, finally breaking the metal ring that tied it to the collar. Feeling free, he ran through the sidewalk, happy as a flea in a doghouse, completely ignoring me when I called him. I let go of the phone and ran after him, but I still heard my mom chuckling on the phone, amused by my hardship.

After a minute or two, I found him on the sidewalk, tail wagging, standing on top of some poor passerby laid on the ground, licking his face eagerly. I bolted in their direction, already mentally making up a felt apology, when I heard this distinctive baritone voice.

“Ok, dog, you had your fun. Now get off.”

Seeing Victor like that made me slow down my pace, amused to watch such a scene. Boris sensed me, though, and immediately left Victor’s unwilling lap, running to me instead.

Victor got up and started wiping his clothes with his hands, which made me notice the muddy paw prints on his white shirt and grey pants.

“Is the dog yours?” He asked, minding the stains on his clothes.

“It’s my neighbor’s. And he has been a bad dog, haven’t you Boris? Bad dog.” Boris laid down and hid his head under his paws, ashamed of being reprimanded. I turned to Victor. “Come on, I can help you with those stains.”

Victor seemed uneasy.

“Not necessary. Here, I came to give you this.” He put his hand in his pocket and took out my phone, which made me jump with joy.

“Thank you! I thought I left it in the airport or something. Where did you find it?”

“In my car. It’s a wonder you didn’t lose it sooner, judging by your lack of ability to organize your purse.”

I shrugged and started walking towards the house, Victor by my right side, and Boris on my left, following us. I decided not to dwell on this particular subject, predicting Victor was about to lecture me for being so messy.

“So you made a new friend today.” I said smiling.

Victor scoffed.

“He’s a silly dog, aren’t you, Boris?” I stopped by a red door, the entrance to my building. “Come on in.”

“I just came here to return the phone. Have a good weekend.” Victor said, turning away to leave.

“At least let me get you some coffee for the trouble I caused you. I insist.”

He nodded and came in, climbing the stairs with me. The building where I lived was old, it still had its original wooden floors and very narrow stairs, but I thought it had character. And although I lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment, the apartment was sunny and had large windows, and a small balcony with stairs leading to the terrace, where I used to go at night to watch the stars. We got in, and it took like ten seconds for Victor to view my entire living room and eating kitchen, so small it was.

“Nothing like what you’re used to, I suppose.” I said while I put some coffee to brew, suspecting he was wondering how could anyone live in such a small place.

“Do you get this light all year?” He asked.

“Yes, it is very sunny all year. Except when, well, it’s cloudy.” I said, rolling my eyes at myself, so stupid. “Let me get you that coffee. Have a seat. I think I may have some cookies.” I turned my coffee pot on and quickly filled it with ground coffee.

“Just coffee is fine. Where should I sit?”

“Go crazy. I’ll follow.” I said, while rummaging my cabinet for mugs and placing two on the counter. “Are you sure about the cookies? They’re homemade. Peanut butter.” I said, fetching the cookies to serve on a plate.

Victor sad on a stool on my kitchen island, eyeing suspiciously the plate of cookies I placed on the wooden countertop. He took one, smelling it.

“You bake?”

“Occasionally. Go ahead, take a bite and then wash it down… With this.” I said, handing him a mug of freshly brewed coffee.

He looked at the cookie in his hand, and finally decided to bite on it. After some chewing and a raised eyebrow at me, he took a sip of the coffee. He nodded in approval.

“Hmmm, good. You bake, who knew.”

“I do not understand your surprise.” I said, pretending to be offended.

He suppressed a smile, looking around the place again.

“I like your place. It’s rare to see something affordable and in such a great condition in this neighborhood.”

“Yes, I was very lucky to find this place.” I said, taking a look at his muddied shirt. “The mud in your clothes is dry, you should be able to brush it off without leaving much of a stain.”

I went to my bathroom and returned with a small brush, handing it to him.

“Now you brush it off. It won’t be perfect, but it will look better.”

Victor took the brush from my hand and started removing the dried-up mud. In the meantime, Boris pulled my sleeve and dragged me towards the balcony, asking me to open the door so he could go lie in the sun. I left momentarily, arriving to find Victor still brushing himself, knitting his eyebrows.

“Is it coming off?”

“Somewhat. It’s still visible, though. It doesn’t matter, I can change when I get home.”

I looked at his clothes, the stains lighter but still clearly there.

“Do you mind if I try?”

He gave me a dirty look.

“Do you find me incapable of performing the simple act of brushing?”

“It takes some skill, you know.” I said, teasing him a bit. His expression didn’t change.

“I highly doubt it, but here. Enjoy.” He said, handing me the brush.

I started brushing the stains off his shirt, and although the stains were indeed hard to brush clean, I managed to get a better result. One would need to be very close to notice them.

As I went on with my task, I started noticing how his body felt warm under his shirt and how good he smelled, his cologne intoxicating me into a daze. Involuntarily, I moved closer to him and reached his shoulder to support myself as I looked for a better angle of the fabric on his chest. When I really noticed, my body was mere inches away from his, his face really close to mine. I noticed his Adam’s apple going up and down and his jugular pulsing fast. And his eyes set on me, his dark grey orbs watching me carefully.

The smart thing would be to step away, of course, but I didn’t. I took in his gentle expression, his scent, his warmth, and I basked in it all for as long as I could. For some reason I felt he was doing the same, and even though my mind screamed for me to run, all my other senses were stubbornly keeping me in place.

I suddenly forgot that I was brushing, as my other hand moved from his shoulder to his chest. I could feel his defined yet soft and warm pectoral, and the fast drumming of his heart under my fingertips. He moved his hand to my waist and pulled me slightly towards him, as to encourage me, and my heart beat even faster, making me light-headed.

And then his phone rang. We both jumped at the sound, my mind taking the chance to sound the alarm, urging for me to step away. He grabbed his phone and answered, his voice faltering slightly.

“Yes, Goldman.” He paused and looked at me. I was already distant from him, trying to steady my heartbeat and not look all flustered. “Okay, you can proceed. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

He spoke to me, already in his usual poised attitude, his expression unreadable.

“I need to go, we are experiencing issues with the servers at the office. Thank you for the coffee and the cleaning service. Get some rest.”

He turned to the door.

“Wait.” I stopped him and went to the kitchen to prepare a bag with some of my cookies. “For the road. I hope you solve those issues in time, so you can rest too. Have a good weekend.”

He reached for the bag, his hand lingering in mine.

“You too. Thanks.”

The door closed behind him and I was left alone, his scent still in my apartment. The rush of adrenaline I felt before gave way to a swelling on my chest.

I smiled like a fool, all by myself, while my instincts warned me about the dangers of falling in love.

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sheeple · 5 years ago

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The intern | 10: Birthday parties part II

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): intern!au / fluff / mild angst Group(s): NCT / Red Velvet Pairing(s): Moon Taeil x fem!reader Summary: The new Elysion Publishings intern is the youngest they ever had. It’s not a problem until she grabs the attention of the IT guy. Warning(s): Age-gap of five years [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

My phone rings as we ─ Johnny, Taeyong, Wendy, Taeil, and I ─ walk out of the office and I see it’s Mark. A smile spreads on my face as I answer my phone.

“Hey hey”, I say, my voice cheerful. The others look at me surprised at my sudden switch to English I always do with Mark.

“Yo. How’s you’re birthday going?”, he questions, a smile obvious in his voice.

“Meh”, I shrug, “it was okay. Got a lot of ‘happy birthday’-s.”

Johnny and Wendy look at me with weirdly and I mouth ‘Mark’. Wendy frowns and shakes her head, her eyes telling me to hang up.

“Do you wanna hang-out tonight? Eat pizza, play some videogames or watch a movie? Since it’s your birthday, you know”

I pout. “I’m sorry, my dude. I’m already going out with my friends and sing some karaoke.” I run a hand through my hair with a sigh.

Mark whines loudly. “But I wanted to hang out!” He shuffles around. I can only imagine him wildly throwing around his limps, just throwing a hissy fit in general.

“What if... you’re coming with us?”

“No!”, yells Wendy in protest. Oh right, I forgot they’re cousins.

Mark chuckles at the protest of his older cousin. “Sounds fun. Where y’all meeting up?”

I look at Johnny and he signs me to give my phone.”We’re going to Suyi’s Karaoke Bar before eating somewhere.” He hums and nods a couple of times before giving me back my phone.

“So I’ll see you there.” Mark’s voice sounds cheerful.

I say goodbye to him and end the call. As I pocket my phone, Wendy looks at me sourly.

“I can’t believe you invited him! I already see him like every other week.”

I roll my eyes. “If things worked out between him and me, you wouldn’t see him ‘like every other week’.” I make air-quotations as I say the last part.

“Wait, what?”, butts Taeil in with wide eyes. He pushes Taeyong away to rush next to me.

“Well...”, I trail off.

“She and Wendy’s cousin, Mark, went on a date a month or two ago”, interrupts Taeyong with a glare towards the eldest.

“Yeah!”, smirks Johnny. “Isn’t he the same age as you? Born in ‘99?”

I glare at the two boys, seeing right through their attempts to make Taeil jealous. And from the look of it; it’s kinda working. Taeil chews angrily on his bottom lip and he balls his hands in firsts.

I frown. He has nothing to be jealous of. Mark and I are just friends. It weirds me out thinking about being more than friends with him. My choice of ignoring the whole thing is the best choice I made. The conversation picks up again with Johnny and Wendy being idiots.

We soon arrive at the karaoke band and we see Mark leaning against his bike. I yell his name and rush towards Mark. He looks up from his phone and hugs me once I reach him. He spins me around and I laugh loudly.

“Look at you being an adult now.” He wipes away a fake, non-existing tear and I punch his shoulder.

“Don’t act as if you’re not two months older than her.” Wendy laughs in a teasing way with a grin.

We go into the karaoke bar and Taeyong walks up to the desk. He says that he has a reservation on the name of ‘Lee’ and the guy behind the desk nods as he types away.

He leads us towards some privet room and explains how everything works to us. From choosing the songs to calling assistance.

I hang up my coat on one of the hooks and let myself fall on the couch. Wendy drapes herself next to me and says her arm over my shoulder.

“You’re going to duet with me, no matter what”, she whispers in my ear and I nod with a giggle.

“Of course! With who else am I going to sing Truth Hurst?”

After singing our hearts out and duetting with almost everyone, we walk laughing out of the bar.

“So, what’s next?”, questions Mark as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“Well, we were going to eat somewhere...” I throw Wendy a pleasing look, Mark joining me.

“Fine! He can come. But I want no whining, no screaming, and definitely no flirting”, she says as if she’s talking to a toddler.

Mark just smirks and throws an arm over her shoulder. “When did I ever do that, dear cousin?”

“Well...”, trails Wendy off and starts to list the times he was basically a child during past family gatherings.

As we walk, I see Taeil walking far in the back. “Are you okay?”, I question and start to walk next to him.

“Hm? Oh, yes.” He smiles at me, but I’m not convinced.

I grab his hand and pull him with me, so we’re closer to the group. “No sulking on my birthday, mister.” I swing our linked hands back and forth between us and hum some song that we sang earlier.

“Can I... can I ask a question?” Taeil licks his lips and looks at me.

I nod with a slight smile. We start to walk a little slower so we’re out of hearing distance of the group.

“Do you like Mark?”, he asks bluntly with his face beet red.

I chuckle softly under my breath. “Oh yeah! He is such a great friend. We connect really well since we’re only a couple months apart and we both speak English.”

“Not like that. Do you like-like him.”

I stop and look Taeil in his eyes. “Are you asking me if I have romantic feelings for him?”

He nods and I scrunch my nose in disgust. “Ew gross! He’s more like a brother than anything else. Oh my god.” I shiver thinking about it.

A sigh of relief leaves Taeil’s lips and he squeezes my hand lightly. We pick our pace back up so nobody noticed we were gone for just a smidge.

“Ready to fill our stomachs!”, cheers Taeyong as he pushes the door open of the Korean BBQ place. We take a seat around a table fit for five people.

A waiter comes and takes our orders. We order all different kinds of meats and side dishes. And of course, Soju.

I am placed between Johny and Taeil, with Taeyong seated between de cousins in front of me.

“Wait, so, don’t tell me this is your first time eating k-bbq”, asks Wendy while throwing a shot of Soju behind.

I shrug. “I never had the chance. Eating alone is never fun, so why would I go without anyone?”

“Except those three am ramen trips.” Mark gives me a knowing look and we giggle.

“Okay, something is going on with the both of you and you guys have to spill it”, muses Johnny with folded arms.

“It’s nothing, really. We just hung out a lot the past couple of weeks. (Y/n) is a very bad sleeper and I game until late, so we planned these late-night trips to the grocery store and ate ramen so neither of us has to go alone”, says Mark with a smile.

I giggle. “Yeah. We live in the same neighbourhood and the closed grocery store is only a five-minute walk. Two if you run.”

“Wait. Do you live in that new-build block? Four streets behind his?”, asks Wendy as she leans backwards, almost falling off her chair if it wasn’t for Taeyong.

“Yup. The apartments are surprisingly spacious for what the rent is. I think that’s why Mr. Kim placed me there.”

The group stops. “THE BOSS PAYS FOR YOUR HOUSING?!”

I flinch a bit. “I mean... yeah? I get paid less than the other interns because of that.”

“Now I really want to see your place”, hums Taeyong and the others agree.

“I mean, we can stop by a grocery store after we’ve eaten and buy some food and drinks and hang out at my place.”

The group agrees as we stuff our faces with delicious food. I bite my lip. I just hope I cleaned my apartment enough.

With our arms filled with snacks and booze, we enter the lobby of my apartment complex.

“Good evening, Mrs Choi”, I greet the old lady that lives on the ground floor next to the staircase.

“Good evening, child. I see that you brought some friends”, she notes and I smile.

“Yeah, we’re celebrating my birthday today. Sorry in advance if we’re making too much noise.” I bow slightly with a small smile.

Mrs Choi chuckles. “Go and be young, child.” She waves us off before entering her apartment.

“Such a cute little lady”, says Johnny with a smile as we walk up the stairs.

“She’s the sweetest. She helped me settle in and makes wonderful kimchi.” I fetch my keys out of my pocket and unlock the door.

“I don’t think I have enough slippers for all of us...”, I mumble, removing my shoes. I lead them into my apartment and place the food and drinks in my kitchen.

“Just... seek a place around the living room. I’ll grab bowls and glasses for us.”

“I’ll help you!”, chirps Wendy as he follows me in the kitchen. She opens the fridge and a gasp leaves her lips. “Are you serious?! There’s only one thing in your fridge!” She grabs one of the ice tea packs from my fridge and I chuckle awkwardly as I scratch the back of my head.

“I told my mom that I missed my favourite brand of ice tea so she sent like twelve litres of it. She also sent my favourite type of candy.” I open up up a cabinet above me and shove the stacks and stacks of candy.

Wendy laughs loudly. “You’re a child.”

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Hurricane - Dean Winchester x Reader (Detective AU) - Part 11

Title: Hurricane

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 5,580

Warnings: None

Summary: With one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ansure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. & Based on: Imagine detective Dean Winchester flirting with you while working on your case.

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~8 hours ago~

“God knows I needed this.” you moaned softly when you took a sip of your coffee and the man on the driver's seat gave you a soft grin “Hey, are you- are you gonna eat that?” you asked shyly as you pointed to the box holding one last donut sitting between the two of you.

He shook his head with an adoring smile “Nah it's all yours, sweetheart.”

No sooner had he finished his sentence than you caught yourself taking hold of the donut and with a very bright smile, taking a bite out of it. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment in pleasure “Seriously-” you spoke mouth still almost full “I don't know how you found that place, Winchester, but I swear this straight out heaven!”

“Perks of the job.” he chuckled, his eyes roaming your face as he stared at you with a fond smile. He reached out and wiped out some frosting from the corner of your mouth but he froze in his place when he realized what he was doing. Your wide innocent eyes met his as you looked at him in surprise and in that moment he swore he was a goner because of how insanely beautiful he found you even more with your cheeks puffed out because of the food.

You looked away from him and he took notice of the blush creeping up your cheeks “It's green.” you mumbled and he cleared his throat, not saying a word but rather pressing on the petal to put the car to move.

It didn't take long for you to reach the police station but from the way his brows furrowed you couldn't help but get worried and ask “What is it?”

“Uh” he blinked, glancing at you “I don't know yet. We'll see, come on.” and you didn't need him to say it twice before you opened the passenger's door and followed him. He was impatient to talk to the younger man that was apparently waiting for him but he was also not willing to leave your side so he waited until you could catch up with him. He placed an arm around your waist and, trying not to pay too much attention to the way you felt when his skin came in contact with yours when his fingers brushed past your shirt, you followed him towards the police station and the man you thought looked familiar but couldn't pinpoint exactly where.

“Hey, kid.” althought Dean's voice gave out some of the exhaustion he felt, he still held some warmth in his eyes for the man in front of you “Thought you were still busy with that case you'd taken up, I didn't expect to see you here.”

“Yes, but Castiel said this is very important and you needed all the help you could get. And I didn't want to be away when I could actually do something to be of use.”

“Yeah, well-” Dean offered him a tired smile “Your old man's not all that wrong, we need all hands on deck. So thank you for coming, kiddo.”

“Don't mention it.” he shook his head with a sincere smile “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew I could help you save... the woman of your life from such a dangerous criminal and not do something about it.” the words sounded so simple and easy on the man's lips but they were anything but that to Dean who choked on thin air. You on the other hand couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and give him a perplexed smile.

“What?” you breathed out a small laugh and he nodded his head.

“Yes” he nodded his head with a smile “The woman he loves... Or at least it seems like it. The Winchesters have a hard time saying it, Dean calls it the 'L' word for a reason I don't understand.” he whispered to you before speaking normallyagain “But he always uses it to refer to her.” he shrugged slightly “I don't know much but I am sure it is because he cares a lot about her. Do you know her? He can't...” the young man frowned, squinting when Dean made frantic hand motions and expressions to stop him “Stop... talking about her. Sam says it's because he's fallen hard for her but I- I don't see any injures so that... confuses me a little bit.” his eyes trailed down for a moment as he frowned, but then looked back up at you with those same big innocent eyes “She- she's unfortunately in great danger, you see, because of a very dangerouswoman called-”

“Jack. Jack!” Dean nearly exclaimed so loud everyone around heard. He cleared his throat and as you were trying very hard to hide the smile from your lips you took notice of how the top of his ears got a little more red “I think that's enough, Jack. I'm pretty sure she's very much filled in on her case.”

“Oh you mean-” he blinked, eyebrows raised in surprise as Dean grumpily mumbled a response.

“Yes” he mumbled, obviously thinking he could have avoided the embarrassment “Jack, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Jack, Castiel's son.”

“Hello!” he said cheerfully and you grinned in the end, giggling softly “It is so good to meet you! Dean has told me so much about you, I couldn't wait to meet you myself!”

“Nice to meet you Jack, it's a pleasure for sure!” you glanced at Dean who was awkwardly looking away from you “I didn't know Cas had a son.”

“Well, adopted but- family is family.” he shrugged and you nodded your head with a smile.

“That it definitely is. And let me tell you one thing: you are certainly just like your father. Amazing at embarrassing Dean in the greatest way possible.” you said with a smirk.

“Thank you!” he said ever-so-cheerfully “Although... I- I wasn't really planning for that. I was and am being honest when I say-”

“Alright!” Dean piped in “I say we go inside right now before things become any worse, and you and I will have a talk later kid.”

“Oh sure! Follow me, we have some really important news on your case you wouldn't believe!” he said and you both did as told. This time with Dean avoiding eye-contact a little more than he should and you didn't blame him, in fact you caught yourself smiling more than you had in days.

“Do you think you can wait here?” was what he said when he finally met your eyes “I want to take you with me but- that office is only for authorized stuff and you know I don't give a shit about what they say but we-”

“Have enough on our plate as it is.” you completed his sentence “Yeah, I get it. Don't worry I'll just wait here. Hope we have good news.” you reassured him with a soft smile and with a sigh he nodded his head.

“I'll be back soon.” he whispered, hesitating for a split second before kissing your temple and in fact it shocked you more than it should have any other time. Not just because of what Jack had said but before you were standing nearly in the middle of the police station and you had more than a good amount of eyes staring at you. After what happened last time there was no way they would have forgotten you that easily.

“Kate's gonna take care of you. Don't be shy, yeah? Ask her anything you want.” you gave him a small nod and giving your hand a squeeze, he turned to give a small nod to his assistant as if to remind her what she had to do and off he went.

“Would you like anything to drink, Miss (Y/l/n)?” she didn't hesitate a minute to ask but you shook your head.

“No, no I'm fine. I just- Maybe some water? I need to take a painkiller for my foot, that's all.” you mumbled and she gave you an eager nod, ready to do what you asked her to.

You chewed on your lower lip as you looked around and indeed yu spotted many eyes on you that looked the other way when you spotted them. You could sort of sense it from the first moment you entered the police station by Dean's side. Your friend's words would echo in your head and as you took notice of the way some women scoffed when they looked at you, you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. You looked down at your hands as you shifted in your seat, wishing you could somehow disappear so that you wouldn't have to deal with their looks. It somehow reminded you that no matter how Dean treated you, you were nothing but another victim for an important case, not his girlfriend and not his wife – sadly, you thought – to ask, much less demand, for anything in here.

“Don't mind them, yes?” a soft voice said next to you and looking up you meet Kate's eyes as she hands you a glass of water “They're just jealous, that's all.” she shrugs and you offer her a shy smile.

“Not that they have a reason to, though.” you mumbled, fetching your meds from your jacket to swallow a pill very eagerly.

“Are you kidding me?” she scoffs a laugh “Have you seen the way that man looks at you? Dean Winchester is the world's biggest flirt I've ever known, he can have any woman he wants any freaking moment he wants to, yet when you're in the room, heck even mentioned, it's like everything else around him disappears.” she giggled as you chewed on your lower lip. You didn't want to believe her words but deep down you couldn't help the flutter of your heart.

“I'm sure it's just your idea.” you played with your finger awkwardly.

“Just my idea? Do you even remember what happened last time you were here? He went all protective Alpha mode in a split second! And let's not mention how he nearly fired half the police station when you had that argument. Domestic much, already?” she grinned as you breathed out a nervous laugh.

“We're not-” you shook your head “We're only friends, that's all. He's taking care of my case but still, that doesn't mean we're-”

“Sure, sure try to tell that to yourself.” she rolled her eyes with a playful smile “But let me point out that you don't sound that convincing. And I'm not the only one that's noticed that. In fact-” she looked around “They all have, and that's why they're looking at you like this. They wish they were in your place but they can never be. So the only thing they can do is hate on you, because you're far up above them as well. Dean sees that, I think that's why he's all smitten with you too.”

“So...” you bit on your lip “Are you saying I just... what? Get used to it?” you wanted to deny that Dean wasn't really by your side in that way but you couldn't find it in you.

“Heck yeah, girl! It's not like he has eyes for anyone else, anyway. And even more-” she leaned in with a smirk “Show them who that man belongs to! Mark you territory, if you get what I mean.” she winked and giggled, and you couldn't help a laugh yourself.

“Well... might as well!”

~*~

“Get up, we're leaving.” Dean says in a hurry as he strides in your direction. Your laughing with Kate is cut short and you frown when you look at him.

“W-wait- wh-what happened?” you breathed out in worry, getting up to met his eyes. You didn't need to walk that far away before you felt his arm around your waist supporting you... on one hand, on the other it was a little too protective and it felt like he was making a point by being close but you didn't have the mind for that at the moment.

“We need to hurry, I'll fill you in in the car. Kate-” he turned to face her "Reschedule any meetings and write down any phone calls or messages. I'll call you in every morning to check up on what's going."

“Y-yes, of course but... where will you be if not here, detective?” she questioned and he turned to look at you that were equally eagerly waiting for an answer and he breathes out something that scares you more than it should.

“Far away.”

~*~

“You know, I understand that you said you'd fill me in, but a bossy 'Pack some clothes, we're leaving.' is not that detailed.” a small huff escaped your lips as you followed him outside the Impala. After a long six-hour drive to God-knows-where you needed desperately to stretch your legs. But when you spotted the motel in front of you, your mind couldn't stop racing with thoughts.

“What?” he looked up from Baby's trunk “I thought you liked bossy?” he smirked and you rolled your eyes, still with a fond smile.

“My preferences in bed are none of your business, detective. But-” you took hold of your duffel bag that he was ready to carry, leaning closer to him with a smirk “If they were, you'd be surprised what this little sub could do to a tough dom like you. So much... you'd question if you're a dom in the first place.” you winked, and before he could say another word you turned around to make your way to the motel you were apparently heading to.

“This woman.” he breathed out in awe, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.

He grabbed his own bag and followed after you, not hard to catch up with you, and spoke “We're gonna be staying here for a couple days.”

“A couple days?”

“More or less. Depending on how long it takes us to find him.” he pushed the door open for you “Cas said they've gotten sight of him around here, he's trying to stay under the radar but Jack caught sight of him when hacking in one of the cameras around this place for a case of his own. We can't lose sight of him again which is why we're here. Thankfully enough the town is small so starting by tomorrow I can cover up lots of ground by questioning the locals.

“All alone?” you questioned and he paused for a moment, worry showing on his face before he gave you a slow nod.

“Strictly. He's not just the one that will be able to explain all of this but also...”

“Give us a solution.” you nodded your head softly as you approached the reception “But it's not just that, is it? The reason why we're here. I noticed you've been more quite than usual, even from me, in a world of your own if I might say. So it must be serious.” you asked softly, raising an eyebrow and he gave you a fond smile for a moment; his eyes lingering on your face.

“You gotta stop doing that you know.” he whispered “Reading me like an open book, it ain't makin' it easy for me to hide how I feel for you from you.”

“Well, there are always things I can't read in you as we both know.” you mumbled a little bitterly and when you saw his face fall you felt a pang in your chest “'M sorry, I didn't mean it like that.”

“No, I-” he licked his lips “You're right.” he cleared his throat and despite how much you wanted to take it back and tell me you could begin to understand it was hard on him as well but didn't get the chance to “Anyway, you were right about it. There is more to it, things that I... I didn't tell you and I probably should have, from the first moment.”

“Things... like?” but you didn't get an answer as the receptionist appeared behind the desk with a cheerful smile.

“Hello! How can I help you?” she was talking to the both of you but her eyes were shamelessly only on Dean and for that moment you completely forgot what you were talking about.

“Uh yeah a room would be nice.” he handed her his credit card and ID “For two of course.”

“Sure thing... Mr Ackles.” she read, winking at him; turning to grab a key “Two doubles is nice?”

“One” you nearly hissed “Doesn't matter the size, we're gonna end up a tangled mess anyway and it's not meant for sleep.” you gave her a small smirk that was by no means friendly. She blinked a little in surprise, her smile vanishing, as she nodded her head and took another key.

“Sure, Miss. Room 221B, second floor.” she mumbled and you took the key with a smile.

“Thank you very much!” you said cheerfully “Oh and it's Mrs.” you corrected her “Ackles.” it was very satisfying to see the look on her face at the moment, especially as you turned to Dean.

“Shall we, baby?” you asked him and with a soft chuckle and a grin he couldn't contain as he followed right after you to the elevator.

“Mrs Ackles, really?” he raised an eyebrow and you shrugged, not even looking at him.

“The less suspicious we seem, the better. Who the heck would suspect a couple that just wants to have some time for each other? Nobody.”

“Hmh but for a moment I could swear you were... enjoying it?”

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes and scoffed “You'd wish.” but you didn't seem that convincing to him because he was still grinning from ear to ear as you two exited the elevator and started making your way to your room.

“Only... one question.” he bit his lower lip as he opened the door to the room “Did you you really think about it when youasked fo another room or...?”

“Oh fuck me.” you groaned when realization set down on as you took notice of the only double bed sitting in the middle of the room.

~*~

“Gosh I could so use a shower right now.” you mumbled, coming out of the bathroom, rubbing your eyes “How would you do that all the time, Dean? I got so sore in like that first hour. The only good thing about it was the pie and burgers.”

“You get used to it at some point, I don't expect it to be easy for you.” he shrugged “But you gotta admit, I'm pretty awesome at getting amazing fast food.”

“Amongst many other things, I'll agree.” you gave him a soft smile and he smiled to himself ass well “Ho... what's the word?” you asked and sat down on the bed.

He looked up from his computer for a second, letting out a heavy sigh before shutting it closed “Unfortunately not much. I called Sam, contacted Cas and Jack to see what else they can find. They're gonna be joining us anytime now but until then... we swing with it on our own.”

“That's good then... right? Get all the help we can find I mean.” you spoke softly and he hummed absent minded, more like in a world of his own so you tried your best to get him to speak more.

“Especially with Jack, I mean.” that got his attention because he raised an eyebrow at you, and you smirked “He's a great guy! I mean, certainly sweet but even more funny.”

“Forget it.” he grumbled after a small pause and you giggled “No! Nope, not even a word! Zip it!”

“I- I didn't say anything about it!” you raised your hands in surrender “But I mean, if I was going to, I'd say that Jack cluelessly calling out on your-”

“Aha!” he pointed a finger at you, cutting you off.

“Alright alright. I just-” you cleared your throat, looking down at your hands “Think... you look pretty cute blushing, that is all.” you bit your lower lip, playing with the end of your flannel but looked at him through your lashes.

He groaned, throwing his head back “(Y/n)!”

“Fine fine.” you snickered “As long as... you promise to relax a little bit.” your look softened “You're real tense, D. And I know- I know that what we're dealing with here is serious but... we're safe at least for the moment. I am. Isn't that enough?”

“Yeah, no that is very important.” he whispered, his eyes boring into yours “It's better if we just sit now and the only thing we do is wait for a word from any of the two siblings.”

You bit on your lower lip, your eyes casting down “It was about Amara, wasn't it?” you whispered softly, referring to what he had not had the chance to say earlier.

He got up from his chair with a soft sigh, loosening his tie even more out of habit “Cas found a letter waiting on my desk this morning.” he approached you, sitting next to you “It was from her. She-” he ran a hand down his face “She knows that you're living with me, (Y/n).”

A gasp left your lips “H-how did she find out?”

“I- I honestly don't know. I'm- I can only think that she...” he trailed off, clenching his jaw “She must have come to my place and saw you there.”

“Bu-but she's pissed off with me. Why would she be at your place when...” you trailed off when you saw the man avoided looking you in the eyes, making realization down on you “Oh” you breathed out, because although you didn't know about the history between the two of them you still felt like it had to do with it.

“Yeah” he licked his lips “In the letter she- she said she was coming for you and I wouldn't be able to save you, not this time. That's- that's mostly why I wanted us to leave immediately.”

“So we're not just looking for Chuck... we're also hiding.” you concluded and he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

“I'm not- it's not what I do. It's not my thing to run. Whenever I've had the chance to, I've stood my ground and faced her but right now I- I don't have just me to think about and that's what scares me even more.” he turned his head to face you “(Y/n), I know you're gonna say I'm being paranoid but unless it's not urgent I would like you to not leave this room. Especially without me knowing or being by your side.”

“If it was any other case I would have objected or reacted but-” you gave him a weak nod “I know you're right and I will try my best not to risk it. Especially after what happened last time at my place, I promise you.”

“Good. Good.” he let a sigh of relief, taking hold of your hand and giving it a squeeze “How-” he cleared his throat, getting up on his feet “I know we're hiding but I spotted a cute very secluded restaurant downstairs, near the reception that nobody will even see us there. What do you think? Considering we won't be getting out much otherwise.” he tried to offer you a smile but it showed how tired he was.

You returned it to lighten the mood “Why don't you just ask me out already huh?” you managed to get a soft chuckle out of him and that was enough at the moment.

“I try to but-” he licked his dry lips “I trip over my words when I see you.”

“Alright, you smooth asshole.” you laughed breathlessly and felt your cheeks heat up “I was just kidding. And yes...” you breathed out, fixing his tie back in place as his eyes followed your every move “I would very much like that, Dean.”

~*~

“Do you think it's gonna be easy to interview locals when we should be hiding?” you ask gently, walking by his side with your arms wrapped around you holding his coat over your shoulders. You were in such a rush you had forgotten to take a thicker jacket with you but now you were almost thankful to yourself for that because if you were to be addicted to a scent that was definitely going to be Dean's.

“Easy? No, by no means.” he shook his head “But at least I will try to be careful. I mean we have some time before she tracks us down, and yes she will, so we gotta use that to our advantage as long as we have the chance to.”

You let out a heavy sigh, closing your eyes for a minute as you waited for the elevator to arrive “And... what if she does before we're prepared for it? What will happen if she- if she finds you? I- I don't want to have to go through that too, I don't think I can take it if you-” you stopped yourself, taking in a shaky breath.

“No, (Y/n), hey, look at me.” he placed his hands on your shoulders “Listen, I know we're under a lot of pressure here but I need you to keep faith, I need you to keep swinging... for the both of us, sweetheart. I'm gonna be as careful as I can beand I'm not gonna let her have it her way this time. She's not going to do anything to me, no matter how much I hate to say it.” he sighed “But you need to hold on and keep giving me that gorgeous smile every chance you can to keep me going. Don't lose any sleep over it, that's my job here, to keep you safe.”

“It's not your job to-”

“But it is what I want to do.” he whispered, cutting you off, and tucking few strands behind your ear gently; and the only thing you could do was look down with a shy smile. He was ready to speak but something else caught his attention. You saw him narrow his eyes and take a few steps towards the direction you'd come from.

“Wha-” you blinked, following after him “Dean? Dean where are you-” you started but he shushed you by placing a finger over his lips.

“Follow me and don't make a sound.” he whispered to you and you did as told without realizing what he was really after. The entire hotel seemed like a maze so the only thing you did was follow him without having any idea where you were going. Only when you heard the sound of footstep behind you and felt Dean's hand tugging at you did you realize you were after a person.

“Dean, what are you-” you started but he placed a hand over your mouth as after some running he opened a door and pushed the two of you inside. You didn't question him and even if you couldn't see him in the utter darkness of the small closet you held your breath as well when you heard the footstep approaching. You had only been able to catch a glimpse of the man before Dean hid the both of you inside the closet. You were holding your breath not just because of the man outside, though, but even more so the man you were currently pressed against in the darkness.

You didn't even swallow for fear that it would make things worse than they already were. Not that your mind wandering to how wonderful it felt to have him pressed against you along with how well your every curve fit with his, was making it any easy.

Dean made one single move of his hips and a gasp left your lips as your eyes widened. There really wasn't any space as it was but with the big man pressed against you it just wasn a thousand times harder to be in there. But you had to.

“Sorry” he whispered and you sighed, shaking your head.

“Doesn't matter. Do you know him?” you whispered back and he hummed.

“Yes, very well at that. He's just what I needed this moment. But first-” he tried to swallow the lump in his throat “We gotta... wait until he's gone.”

“Oh o-ok.” you cleared your throat, feeling your face heat up dangerously. But with Dean Winchester pressed against you in such an intimate way you felt as if seconds turned into hours and were growing impatient.

“All I asked for was some safety, some security and... to have you close again to feel alright.” you huffed, closing your eyes and wanting to rub your temple but it was actually impossible in your current position “This is not what I bargained for.”

“Sweetheart-” his voice came slightly restrained as well, and the movement of his hips against yours got a groan from you “Trust me, if I could have it any other way I would gladly take the option.”

“Would you now?” your said slightly out of breath, the smirk evident in your voice and Dean grinned on his own “And can you stay in one fucking place, please? He'll hear you.”

“Hmh elevator's taking too long for your own good?” he licked his lips “And no, no actually I wouldn't.” and him shifting made you bite your lip.

“Detective” your voice came out equally strained “Not that I don't like the position we're in right now, cause oh trust me I do.”

“Really huh?” the smugness in his voice made you glare at him.

“Dean” you hissed his name but couldn't fight a moan when his hands squeezed your hips.

“Sorry, just kinda got distracted. Tryin' to realize this is not a dream is kinda hard.” he gave you a chuckle that died out too soon but you actually laughed, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“There better be no pun intended, detective. And speaking of which-” you bit your lower lip “Please tell me that is your gun.”

A small pause followed and Dean didn't give you even a small laugh before he whispered in a husky voice that made shivers run down your spine “And... what if it's not?”

A squeak left your lips, perfectly timed with the sound of the elevator's door clicking open and just as you were ready to exclaim Dean's name, he placed a hand over your mouth. When you were sure he was gone you pushed the man and along with him the door burst open. You took a deep breath when you were out of that suffocating small room and even more importantly not pressed tightly against the green-eyed detective.

You were surprised when you saw a full grin on his face and heard his laugh, even if he was laughed at your flustered state, flushed face and surprised expression “Very funny. What are you, five?” you placed your hands on your hips.

“Sweetheart, you were the one that asked.” he winked “And just to reassure you, yes I always keep my gun close with me. Not that it would be that hard with you pressed against me in that way.” he shrugged with a cheeky grin, actually preparing his gun and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Alright, spill. What just happened? You were all serious and worried up until five minutes ago, you freaked out over that guy not seeing us and now you're all happy go lucky. Who- who was that Dean?”

“The lead I needed.”

“Lead to-”

“Chuck.” he breathed out in a haste “Metatron is- he can lead us straight to him. And I've gotta follow him. Sweetheart, dinner's cancelled but I'll make it up to you with candles next time.” he winked and before you could question him on how this man could be connected to Chuck – you were also more relieved to know he was in town and you'd found a lead so soon – he spoke up “Go back in the room, tell Sam where I am and contact me in case something happens. Even if you hear a single sound, yes? Don't forget to lock. And I'll brig food when I come back, promise.”

“I- I ye-”

“I'll text every 15 minutes to check in with you. Gotta go, be careful.”

“Ye-yeah take ca-” you didn't even so get finish your sentence because he cut you off... in the most unpredictable way ever.

You knew it was probably supposed to be a reassuring kiss, just like all the ones he'd given you times and times before that either on the temple or on the cheek. But this time his lips didn't press on your cheek. You knew it was partly because of the rush, because he hurried down the stairs without even realizing what he'd done, but you couldn't help but think that just because of the rush he had let more of his feelings pour into the action. He had not kissed your cheek, temple or forehead but the corner of your lips, and that was so different from any other time. You were left stunned in your place, staring with wide eyes and burning cheeks in the direction he left.

“Oh dear” you whispered, wondering what else could happen while you shared a motel room and a bed with the older Winchester.

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A/N: Chapter 11 is here and there are about four left at this point! Tags are officially closed but feedback are always welcomed!

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omyeol · 5 years ago

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chances - 00 | kjm

word count: 4000+ words

genre: angst, fluff, but mostly angst.

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prologue - 2018

The apartment was filled with so many cameras that it made Minhyo feel so subconscious ever since she woke up. People could say that she grew up in front of the cameras, but even until now, cameras still made her nervous. Now that her apartment was filled with things that made her nervous, it became a little bit uncomfortable to move. Everywhere she looked, there would be a camera ready to catch her every move. Well, except in the bathroom, which was also the place she spent quite a few time in the morning to actually shower and to get herself together before facing the world.

When she woke up in the morning, she tried to act indifferent and still did what she usually did in the morning. She still made herself a light breakfast with soft pop songs playing in the background. She still had her breakfast while she watched the morning news on TV and called Bomi to make sure that she was awake.

She started to feel a bit more normal despite the very unusual situation until Bomi said something that had the same effect as pouring cold water on her.

“Happy birthday!” That’s what Bomi said when she called Minhyo back to thank her for the wake-up call.

“Is it really my birthday?” Minhyo ended up asking back as she placed her empty breakfast bowl on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa, her phone still lying beside her and the call on speaker. She didn’t like putting the call on speaker, but she had to for the sake of the camera.

“It really is! Why would I lie about it?” Minhyo pondered for a moment and ended up agreeing to it. “Oh! Also, unnie, I think I left my pouch at your guest room. My phone charger and laptop charger, and my earphones are in it. Could you please check it for me?”

“Yah, why do you always do this? You left your stuff everywhere.” With a sigh, she walked to the guest room to check if Bomi’s pouch. And there it was, Bomi’s pouch, left on the bedside table. “I found it.”

“Is it okay if I come over to fetch it later? I’ll be done with my schedule before midnight, and I’ll go straight to your place.” Minhyo could only agree because she knew Bomi couldn’t leave without her laptop and that she hated buying a new charger.

Bomi’s phone call seemed to open the floodgate of birthday wishes from her family, boyfriend, close friends, manager, and her fans. There wasn’t a quiet moment in her day where someone didn’t wish her happy birthday—when Minhyo met her sister for lunch or when she went grocery shopping and met some people that recognized her. While it’s nice to have so many people remembered her birthday, it also made her feel forlorn.

That’s why she decided to bask in the glow of her loneliness at 10 p.m. She already did everything she was supposed to do on her list that day, and with only two hours left of her birthday, she decided to spend it with a tub of ice cream and a whole four episodes of The Most Beautiful Goodbye. She knew that when the episode of her doing all these airs in the future, people would wonder why she decided to do what she did. She had a group of friends who cared immensely about her, but their unavailability to spend her birthday with her had dampened her mood and she could’ve sworn that if the cameras weren’t there, her day would be much worse.

The heart-clenching part was coming and a few tears were already spilled, when the doorbell rang. With a loud grunt, she rose up from the couch and walked to the foyer, placing the ice cream tub on the dining table as she walked by.

Thinking it was only Bomi, she opened the door in all her‘bare face, messy hair, and pajamas’ combo, but only to be greeted only by Bomi but also the other four men—Kim Junmyeon, Park Chanyeol, Doh Kyungsoo, and Oh Sehun. To the world, all the six of them—including Minhyo—were a famous celebrity group who were all from the same company and was envied by others. The visuals and talents combined in the group were overwhelming that it got so much attention from the public. When someone spotted them hanging out together, they always let out awe at them and felt intimidated.

But to Minhyo, these people were the only group of people she could only trust with her whole life—the people that she could talk to whenever she felt like something was wrong with her—the second family that always made her feel so loved and appreciated. The five of them had been her pillar and also the very reason why she hadn’t lost her mind. She took her friendship to the heart and held it very dearly. It was a treasure for her.

When each of them called to wish her birthday earlier in the morning, Minhyo already thought that they wouldn’t be coming to give her a surprise—Junmyeon was practicing for his upcoming musical, Kyungsoo was promoting his new movie, Sehun had a photoshoot in Japan, and Chanyeol wasn’t feeling well. Bomi was the only who’d come, and even then, Minhyo didn’t hope for anything because they had a tradition to not celebrate a birthday until everyone was present.

That’s why she burst in tears when she saw everyone gathered at her door, Bomi was the one holding the cake and Chanyeol was the one recording everything with his phone—everyone was already singing happy birthday to her.

“Make a wish! Make a wish!” Minhyo shut her eyes, although a few tears still spilling out from the corner from her eyes—and she could feel someone wiping them out of her cheeks—and made a wish that she always made every single year.

Opening her eyes to see all her friends watching her expectantly with eager eyes, she finally blew the candle, triggering another whooping—that was Chanyeol and Sehun, she knew—and applause from the others. They were all still crowding in her foyer and Minhyo ushered them in to let them settle in her living room.

“You all are really terrible people,” Minhyo complained as she plopped down on her previous spot on the couch after a round of group hug that made her feel warm all over. Bomi sat next to her while the guys were all sitting on the floor with the cushions. “I really should’ve been more suspicious, but gosh, I can’t believe you all just tricked me like that, especially you, Oh Sehun.”

That opened up a floodgate of constant chattering and laughing in her apartment. What once was quietness inside, it all changed because of them. Although mostly it was Junmyeon doing most of the whining because Sehun didn’t want to cooperate at first, Kyungsoo fueling the fire, and Chanyeol failing miserably at containing his laughter, Minhyo couldn’t feel any warmer. Yes, with all of them by her side sometimes her voice was drowned by the guys, but she was okay. She was okay because they had managed to change her slightly bitter day into a really much better day.

Somewhere between watching Chanyeol trying to make Kyungsoo do aegyo for her—it’s his gift for you, noona!—and chuckling at them because Kyungsoo looked like he was done with Chanyeol and his antics, Minhyo could feel her phone vibrating. Sliding them out of her pocket, she realized that it was a message from Junmyeon. She looked up from her phone to give him a look, but he wasn’t looking at her.

With a sigh, you opened the message.

You okay, babe? You haven’t said much.

I’m okay. Just grateful and blessed to have you and the kids.

Locking the phone and putting it back in her pocket, she leaned on the back of the couch and sneaked a few glances at Junmyeon. It took both of them a few tries, but when he finally caught her glance, he cracked a small smile behind the beer can he was sipping on. The move was simple and not subtle enough to be caught on camera and twisted into a piece of news. Her heart maybe was a bit uneasy and her hands were a bit itchy because she couldn’t sit beside him, hold his hand, and lean on him like she used to, but that simple smile from him was enough.

For an actress, Minhyo had a quite terrible poker face. While her brain and mouth could still work in sync and get her out of the tricky questions asked by the hosts, sometimes her facial expressions just couldn’t lie. She could hardly maintain the poker face. A split second after whatever things she spurted out to answer the question, the corner of her lips would twitch and her fingers would shake slightly. It was not a problem at all if she didn’t personally know the hosts, but if she did, they would tease her and make things more complicated.

Just like the show she just did with one of the senior MCs from the same company, Hyun Moo. Minhyo had never really met him outside of a few shows they did together, or company gatherings, but Hyun Moo was close friends with her current boyfriend, and while she knew he wouldn’t dare to ask questions that could point to that direction, she just still felt uneasy.

As if Hyun Moo could sense her uneasiness, he approached her and signaled her to talk somewhere less crowded.

“Don’t be nervous. You know I’d never ask anything about your relationship with Junmyeon on TV.” The words reassured her a little bit, but her fingers twitched out of nervousness as a small part of her still worried over the other hosts.

“But what if the other hosts—“

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it if something happens.” Her eyes widened at the words. “Not that something would happen, though.” She let out a loud sigh and hung her head down, feeling her heartbeat to calm down a little bit. “You worry too much, Minhyo-yah.”

The recording started just a few minutes after the conversation she had with Hyun Moo. She had to wait a little bit before the hosts called her to join and talk about her routines while she lived alone for years. It was a bit weird, seeing her daily life shown on the screen provided in front of them.

When the scene where Junmyeon and the others came over to sing and wish her a happy birthday along with her other close friends shown on the screen, she felt her heart skip a bit. Worries began to build up within her, and she prayed that she could maintain the small, easy smile on her face as she watched the interactions between her and Junmyeon in the kitchen that was managed to be caught on camera.

“Ah, you’re really close with your co-star Kim Junmyeon.” Park Na Rae quipped from beside her, her eyes still on the screen watching how Junmyeon moved about easily and effortlessly in Minhyo’s apartment.

“Yes, yes, we’ve been friends even long before the drama. We always see each other too at the company workshop and parties. He’s a kind man, and it’s easy to talk with him,” Minhyo responded calmly, and Na Rae just nodded before concentrating on the screen again.

On the screen was shown the clip where Junmyeon was making himself at home, setting the takeaway containers he bought at the kitchen island while Minhyo grabbed the plates and chopsticks from a kitchen drawer. Na Rae noticed the domesticity between the two of them—especially after Sehun joined Minhyo both in the kitchen and whined about her both taking too long, which she replied with a mother-like scold—and questioned it.

“The six of you together are like actual family, and you and Junmyeon are the parents,” Park Na Rae commented casually and Minhyo let out a chuckle at the statement because it was true. The lot of them were like a big family; the one that she could handpick herself because she clicked with them.

“Yes, it’s somehow like that. I actually nag a lot like a mother,” Minhyo acknowledged herself with a laugh and a faint shake of her head.

“How actually does the friendship start between all of you, though? I’m sure a lot of people are curious about it,” the host prompted and Minhyo grabbed her bottle of water and untwisted the cap, taking a few sips of it before she started speaking.

“Well, it actually started when I first became friends with Kyungsoo. We met at the company workshop in Jeju a few years ago. We were in the same team during the workshop and although we actually have seen each other a few times before, that was the first time we became friends. It was only the two of us until Kyungsoo brought Junmyeon and Bomi around. He spoke something about how Bomi is a huge fan of mine and how Junmyeon is like a real brother to him. From that, Junmyeon brought Sehun, and Sehun brought Chanyeol. And I guess, that’s when everything starts,” she explained softly with a far off look. “Originally I didn’t have close friends from this industry. It’s hard to find the people who really connect with me and I don’t think I have many friends too. I just couldn’t find the people that have a deep connection with me, until the five of them. So, yeah, it’s really nice to have them by my side.”

After requesting her to send a video message to her close friends and watching the remaining fifteen minutes of the clip, the shooting finally came to an end. As usual, she exchanged pleasantries with the hosts and the other crews and even took a picture together before she could finally leave the place. The whole time she was glad that the hosts didn’t ask any further about the relationship between her and her close friends—especially between her and Junmyeon. If someone had picked it up asked her about it, she actually didn’t know how it would turn out. She knew neither she nor Junmyeon was ready to have the relationship out to the public just yet.

Minhyo could feel the heaviness in her eyelids as she struggled to keep her eyes open and herself awake, waiting for her boyfriend to come. The text she received earlier in the day when she just wrapped up an interview for her upcoming drama made her look forward to finishing her day. It’s something that they both had always been aware of—being busy with each of their schedule and limited communication throughout the day—but despite it being a problem in the past, now it was something that pulled them closer. The obstacles they faced made them work harder and look forward to meeting each other at the end of the day more memorable—like all their hard work throughout the day was finally paid off.

That’s why even though Minhyo felt like she could fall asleep anytime soon, she kept her eyes open and glued to the rerun of Return of the Superman on the TV. It was almost midnight, and knowing how busy Junmyeon could be, he could be home at any minute or he could be home at 2 a.m. She could never guess.

But the sound of the front door opening halted her thoughts. A smile spread out across her face as she turned the volume of the TV down and listened to the sound of Junmyeon dragging his tired feet to the bedroom where she waited. She waited with her heart hammering against her ribcage as if they hadn’t seen each other in so long—when in fact it was only two days. Two days were too long for her, though—especially when her mind was going to many different directions.

“Babe? Are you asleep yet?” she darted her gaze away from the TV to the doorway where the door was already opened and her boyfriend was making his way inside the room, still clad in black track pants with red linings on the side and a black t-shirt under his grey hoodie, his hair hidden under a black cap. Even from her place, she could still see the worry lines on his forehead that were caused by something that happened during rehearsal or meeting with the company. Her hands itched, wanting to smooth those lines and run her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with her blunt nails to soothe him and relieve him from his stress.

Minhyo just hummed and blinked her eyes at him, a small smile spreading across her face. “Ah, I thought you fell asleep again watching that show,” Junmyeon commented as he placed his bag near the dresser and made his way to his girlfriend who was lying casually on her stomach on the bed, plopping on the space beside her.

“How was your day?” she asked as both of them situated themselves to get comfortable on the bed, Minhyo rolling over to lay on her back and Junmyeon lying next to her, turning to face her and put his arm around her.

“Long. Tiring,” he breathed out. “Gosh, I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Minhyo shut her eyes and smiled at the thought of being away from their hectic life for a few days. The thought of finally being able to walk around the town with Junmyeon while holding hands and probably sneaking a kiss or two made her feel giddy and excited.

“Yeah, me too,” she murmured, opening her eyes only to find that her boyfriend was already looking at her with a fond look and a small smile across his face. Her heart skipped a beat when he leaned in to press his lips against hers, her eyes automatically shutting at the feeling of his soft lips. She hummed when he placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing her jaw ever so softly.

She liked it when he kissed her like this. It was definitely one of her favorite things—one that she looked forward to every single day. What was stuck with her the most was how she could sometimes taste a little bitter taste of coffee in his mouth, and how he always cradled her face in his hand with his thumb stroking her cheek—one of his favorite body parts of hers—delicately as if she was made of glass and everything fragile, when he knew she was the exact opposite of that.

Junmyeon pulled back too soon for her liking, eliciting a whine from her and a low chuckle from him. “How was your day?” it was his turn to ask, wanting to show Minhyo that he also cared about her and kept her in his thoughts throughout the day. “Did something happen?”

A lot happened, she thought but didn’t dare to say. Her mind drifted to the things that happened that day—the promo, the talk with her father and her brother during lunch, the meeting with the company, the crying fest in her car, and the dinner with her sister. Out of the things that happened in the span of twenty-four-hour, she had a hard time choosing the one better suited to tell him.

“Nothing much happened, to be honest,” she opted to say after a moment as she situated herself to lay on his chest. “I managed to have a late dinner with In-Hye, though. She kept babbling on and on about this party she went to last weekend and how she met this really cute guy. But you remember she told us how she would never bat an eye at any guy for a while, right? She’s unbelievable.”

At her words, Junmyeon let out a chuckle. “You out of everyone know how she likes to exaggerate things sometimes. That’s why I told you she would never stick to what she said. A month is all it takes.” He absentmindedly stroked her hair, causing a rush of warmth to run through her veins. It was the perfect little touch that she had been missing all day.

The gentle touches on her hair and the steady heartbeat were slowly lulling her to sleep. And she would have done so if Junmyeon didn’t ask her another question. “You’ve been watching that show a lot. Are you trying to give me a hint or what?”

“Huh?” She furrowed her eyebrows in pure confusion and looked up.

“You know, babies…” The faint blush on his cheeks and the pout across his face really made her feel so many things at once. That look was one of the reasons why she was in love with him. The way his peachy cheeks naturally reddened and the way his lower lip jutted out in a pout whenever he felt shy or embarrassed. That look made her want to reach up and kiss that pout away.

“I admire you trying to be sensitive and all, but no. Not that I don’t want to have kids with you, but it’s too early. Maybe sometime in the future, but not now,” she reasoned with a soft smile across her face and planted a kiss on his jaw.

“Mhmm. Fair enough.”

There wasn’t much to say after that. As the clock ticked and the night deepened, the woman was already fast asleep on the man’s chest and the TV was shut off. After making sure that the pillow had been fluffed, Junmyeon moved her head to the pillow really, really and brushed the hair off her forehead before planting a kiss on it.

Apart from the sound of Minhyo’s soft breathing filled the room, it was quiet inside the bedroom. Junmyeon laid down beside her, watching the way her eyebrows furrow in her sleep as if something confusing just happened in her dream and throwing his arm around her waist protectively, hoping that he could help and save her from whatever happening in her own dream. Scooting closer to her, he leaned in until his nose pressed onto the side of her head. The scent of her shampoo filled in his nostrils, the apple scent relaxing him to the bone.

It was a typical night for both of them. Half-asleep conversations, settling on the bed after midnight. Every little moment they could have together always left them feeling warm as if their insides were burning. It was one of the moments they had always cherished the most, no matter how simple it was. Being wrapped up in each other’s presence in their own little bubble was a kind of their fuel to always keep the romance between them alive.

The overjoyed and satisfying feeling of being together again after a few days apart made Junmyeon think of the possibility of them living abroad together. For once, he wanted to be selfish and spend time with her out in the open, holding hands without minding other people. Spending a day out in the sun and the night in the confines of their house was a very tempting thought. If only their lives were simpler, he could make that happen. But sometimes reality crashed on him in the worst possible timing ever and he thought there was a slim possibility they could do that. There was basically almost no possibility of them doing that, for the storm that they would face in the future and the reality that would dawn on them after their life was put to test.

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reidandwrite · 6 years ago

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...Surprise? (Spencer Reid)

Overview - In which the reader has been Spencer’s little secret for a while.

A/N: Requested! Okay so I know some of the teams reactions in this may be a bit far-fetched, but I was in the mood for a happy little story! Also I was supposed to post this sooooo long ago but I took some time off from writing for few days committed to resolving my mental health. Enjoy!

Hmm, you think, almost got it... you reach for the pan in the cupboard above your stove. You’re on your tippytoes and your chubby arm stretches as far as it can go and you’re a mere centimeters away from the pan.

“(Y/N)!” You hear your boyfriend say loudly a few feet behind you, making you jump. You turn around and see him almost running towards you with his long, lanky arms held out in from of you ready to catch you in you fall. “Don’t strain yourself, you could easily fall down or drop the pan on yourself.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make you breakfast before you wake up,” you say to him apologetically. You look down at your big, pregnant belly and rub it.

“I appreciate you wanting to do something nice for me, love, but honestly it’s not necessary; if anything, I should be the one pampering you,” he smiles and gives you a kiss on the forehead, “besides, I’ve heard that raising your arms can cause the umbilical cord to wrap around the baby’s neck.”

“Spence, you know that’s just a myth right,” you giggle at him.

“I don’t care, I’m not taking any chances with my little bean,” he laughs and shakes his head. “Let me make breakfast. Go ahead and sit on the couch for a bit, you shouldn’t be on your feet too much.”

“You never let me do anything fun anymore,” you pout and waddle your way over to the big brown couch in the middle of your shared apartment.

“Y’know, most women would love to have their boyfriends wait on their hand and foot,” he laughs as he reaches up into the cupboard and grabs the pan you were so desperately trying to reach a few minutes ago.

“I know, I know. I don’t mean to sound so unappreciative but I’m so used to doing everything myself. I’ve never needed anyone to help me through anything with life.” You take the remote control in hand and hit the Power button and start to flip through the channels.

“I know, (Y/N). You are so independent and goal oriented, it’s one of the things I love most about you, and you know that. I just want you both to be safe and okay,” he says as he cracks an egg.

You wipe your mouth and take a sip of your decaffeinated coffee after taking your last bite of eggs. “Thank you for breakfast. I still don’t know how you make such amazing eggs,” you shake your head and smile at him.

“Will taught me how to make them. He made me promise to never tell JJ, though,” he laughs, “he said he wants to have at least one thing that he can make better than her.” He takes a sip of his coffee and notices your change in expression.

You and Spencer had been together for the past year and 9 months and, somehow, he’s been able to keep you a secret this whole time. When he first started dating you, he didn’t think it would get much further than a few dates. In his mind, what would such an amazing girl like you want with a guy like him? But, after a while, he could tell that you were going to be the woman he was going to marry. He wanted you to meet the rest of the team, he really did; they were his family. But after what had happened to Maeve, he could not bare to lose you. He loved Maeve, there was no doubt about that. But with you... it was different. And if he lost you, there would be no way to recover from that. So, he kept you a secret from everyone. You understood his decision. You certainly did not enjoy being a secret from the people he called his family, but you understood. Of course, he didn’t plan on keeping you a secret forever, but when you found out you were pregnant, he knew he couldn’t keep you AND a newborn a secret.

“How is JJ, by the way?” You try your best to hide your battered expression from the profiler. Even though you’d never met anyone on his team, you feel like you’ve known them just as long as you’ve known Spencer. In the beginning of you relationship, your late night conversations consisted of him telling you everything about the team.

“She’s fine; her and Will are trying for their girl.” He says as he stands up and starts to clear the table. “Speaking of the team,” he starts, “what are you doing tonight?”

“Considering the fact that I’m 8 months pregnant and carrying a freaking watermelon in my belly, nothing,” you laugh as you help pick up the plates from the table.

“Well... Rossi is cooking dinner at his house tonight,” he tells you.

“You mean his huge mansion,” you wink at him, earning you a giggle from your boyfriend.

“Yes, his mansion,” his laughter continues, “and I was wondering if you would like to accompany me tonight?”

“Wait, seriously?” Your eyes turn wide and you’re a little unsure, feeling like he’s joking- even though Spencer was never really the joking type.

“Yes, seriously. I’ve been thinking about it and now’s as good a time as ever to introduce you to everyone. I can’t really put it off any longer,” he walks over to you and places a hand on your belly.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so excited! And I know exactly what I’m going to wear,” you say. After giving him a quick peck on the cheek, you waddle swiftly to your room to pick out your outfit for the eventful night.

You sit in the passenger seat silently as Beethoven plays softly throughout the speakers in Spencer’s car. after pulling of next the to curb in front of Rossi’s house, you both unbuckle your seatbelts. He turns off the car and turns to you.

“You ready?” He locks eyes with you and anxiousness takes over you.

“Y-yeah,” you say, “it’s weird. I’ve been waiting to meet them for months and I’ve always been really excited, but I’m actually really nervous right now... What if they don’t like me? Or they’re mad that you’ve kept me a secret for so long?”

“First of all, they is no way that they’re not going to like you. You’re smart, and funny, and beautiful and wonderful in so many more ways. And second, after what I went through with Maeve, they’re going to understand why I did what I did. They might be a little shocked and confused at first, but they’ll get it.” He sees that the worried look on your face still hasn’t wavered and takes a big sigh. “(Y/N), please don’t be too worried about this. They will love you. I promise you this.” He takes your hands in his and places a light kiss on your lips.

You take a big breathe and smile at him. “Okay, I’m ready now.” You open up your door and place your foot out of the door before he jumps out of the car before you.

“Hold on, let me help you out,” he says as he sprints to your side of the car and slowly pulls you out. You hold out your right hand for him to grab and he gives it a quick kiss before helping you out of the car. You two walk up the steps of the porch hand in hand and he opens the door, letting you in first and closing it behind him. You look around, noticing that the living room in the front of the house was empty and you give him a quizzical, and slightly nervous, look.

“Calm down, love, everyone’s in the kitchen,” he chuckles and gives you a kiss on the forehead. You follow him through a long, long, hallway and after making a left, right, and another left, you’re standing behind him in the kitchen.

“Spencer!” The team greets him at once with wine glasses in their hands.

“Hi guys,” he starts, “so I know I’ve been unfair to some of you by ignoring your questions about the person I said I was bringing tonight, but that’s only because I wanted you to get to know her for yourself, and, hopefully, love her almost as much as I do. This is (Y/N),” he says as he takes a step to the right, revealing you.

Everyone examines you thoroughly within the first 10 seconds and you have to remind yourself that they probably aren’t judging you; they’re profilers. They’re expert at observation, in their work life and professional life. You can tell that they don’t quite know you’re pregnant, considering you’re wearing a huge winter coat (that Spencer insisted you wear) and are holding a large, brown paper bag in front of your belly.

“Hi. I brought tiramisu,” you smile shyly at them. One by one, each of them gather around you to greet and get a closer look at you. “Wait, don’t tell me. Rossi, Emily, Penelope, JJ, Luke, Tara, and Matt.” You point at each of them, matching them to their descriptions that Spencer had given you. “Spencer’s told me so much about you, I feel like I’ve known each of you for a while now,” you giggle nervously. Spencer gives your shoulder a small squeeze and you loosen up a bit.

“Well I haven’t had tiramisu in what seems like forever! And it smells delicious, where did you get it,” Rossi smiles at you, sparking up a conversation.

“She made it,” Spencer smiles proudly.

“Ah, I love her already! Brillante e bellissima! Let me go ahead and put it on the counter, dear,” Rossi gives another smile and grabs the slightly heavy bag from your hands. “Spencer, go ahead and put your guys’ coats on the coatrack over there,” he motions over to the corner. Spencer nods and helps you slip off you coat, revealing your large, pregnant belly. All the eyes that were previously on you are now wide and you could have sworn you heard someone almost choke on their wine.

“Oh wow, (Y/N), you’re... you’re um, you’re,” Emily starts to say.

“Pregnant.” JJ smiles at you as she finishes Emily’s sentence. “Oh my gosh, here, come sit down, get off your feet,” she gestures and leads you toward the dining room table.

“Thank you,” you murmur softly.

“So, you and Spencer, you’re like, a thing?” Penelope grins your way and you can tell that it’s taking ever fiber in her being to NOT jump up and down and bombard you with hugs.

“Um, yeah, we’ve actually been a thing for a while now. Spencer’s kept me his little secret for my safety,” you explain to them as you see him hanging your coats on the coatrack near the patio door.

“Or because he was afraid that you would fall in love with me the moment we met,” Luke winks at you and laughs.

“God, newbie! Stop being gross for like a second! That’s it; you’re in time out. Go take your wine and stand in the corner,” Penelope snaps at him.

“It was a joke!” Luke pouts and grabs his wine glass before making his way over to the coatrack.

“A terrible one!” Penelope calls out after him. You laugh at their exchange and turn back towards Tara, Emily, and JJ.

“So I’m guessing Spencer’s kept you hidden for at least a year,” Tara smirks as she points to your stomach.

“Don’t say it like that,” you hear Spencer laugh as he takes a seat next to you, “it makes it sound like I was holding her prisoner or something.”

“Spencer and I have actually been together for about a year and 9 months,” you start, “we met when he came into my bookstore. I’d never met anyone with such an extensive knowledge of literature.”

“Sounds like Spence,” Emily laughs and takes a sip of wine.

After a while of what felt like job interviews over dinner, everyone was still sitting down at the table, enjoying your home-made tiramisu.

“Holy crap, (Y/N), this is amazing,” Matt says mid bite. Everyone hums in agreement as they stuff their face with your dessert.

“Thank you guys.” you smile with gratitude. When everyone is done eating, they walk over to the living room to talk by the fire. You and JJ stay behind to clear the table- ignoring Rossi’s insists that you two really didn’t have to and Spencer’s attempts at telling you not to.

“You don’t have to help me, I can clear off a table myself. I do it all the time at home,” JJ laughs as she starts stacking the plates on top of one another.

“You sound just like Spencer,” you chuckle back and shake your head. “He doesn’t want me doing anything that involves me getting up off the couch.”

“Yeah, he was the same way with me when I was pregnant with my two boys,” she says.

“Henry and Michael, right?”

“You know their names?” She smiles at you, amazed that you actually know the names of the two lights of her life.

“Yeah, Spence has told me a lot about all of you guys but probably the most about you.”

“Me?” She stops stacking plates.

“You’re his best friend. He adores you so much, I was honestly the most nervous to meet you tonight...” you admit while grabbing empty wine glasses off the table.

“Why were you so nervous to meet me?” She looks astounded.

“He’s the closest with you. He tells you everything. And... I don’t know, I didn’t want you to look at me as the girl that Spencer kept a secret and then knocked up. I didn’t want you to hate me or be upset that he didn’t tell you about me,” you explain, trying you best to not offend her.

“(Y/N),” she sighs, “can we just sit and talk for a second?” She pulls out a chair for you and you sit down. “Spencer... has been through so much. I’m sure he’s told you about his mother. And Maeve. And prison. The only thing I care about is if he’s happy. And you two are clearly,” she gestures to your pregnant belly, “very happy. If he loves you as much as it seems, you really must be something wonderful. So... if you ever need anything, we’re all here for you. You’re family now.” She puts her arm around you and gives you the warmest smile she could give. Both of your heads turn around when you hear footsteps walking in.

“As much as I love seeing my two favorite women getting along so well, you want to get going, love? It’s getting late,” Spencer says softly, walking towards you with your coat in hand.

“You’re right,” you say as you try to stand up and JJ helps. You turn to her with a smile, “can we continue this talk another time?”

“How about over lunch tomorrow?” She asks, hopefully.

“I’d like that,” you reply as Spencer helps your arms through your large winter coat.

“What, I don’t get an invite?” Spencer tries a small crack at a joke.

“Nope, tomorrow’s a girls day,” JJ winks. You giggle back as she walks you two to the front door. The short walk to the car is silent but you sneak quick glances Spencer’s way and a small grin never leaving his face.

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starry-sky-1 · 5 years ago

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Jungkook's little adventure

Spinoff of this lovely series by @lil-meow-meow-goes-rawr who let me do this!!!! Lotso love to her and kookie who I couldn't resist writing uwu.

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“JK, JK wake up” Seokjin sighed as he shook the human bundle of blankets for the umpteenth time. The little Hatsune Miku figurine alarm clock on the bedside table chimed a dainty 8:30 am as the bundle in question groaned and shriveled into a tighter ball.

Seokjin stood, arms akimbo, and pursed his lips. “Yah! Jungkook-ah you have to wake up or did you forget its your turn to bring the groceries today? Its your free day so I understand you were up playing Overwatch till 3 am but breakfast is getting cold. I made hash browns with eggs benedict and that bread you’re fond of.We even have Banana Milk.”

Hearing about banana milk, the bundle rumbled and sat up, a head popping out of its recesses like a bunny, puffy doe eyes that were closed, revealed a mop of fluffy hair, sticking up in all directions as Jungkook let out a cute yawn before rolling on the other side and getting up, stubbing his toe in the process.

The shock of pain, made him wince and his eyes flew open, clutching the now sensitive toe in his hand.

“Ow, Ow, OW”

The elder had an amused smile on his face as he watched the entire scene unfold.

“Sometimes I wonder how you’re related to me Jungkook-ah, a graceful, beautiful human like me, sculpted by the finest, who ladies die over, and then there’s you.”

“Way to boost my confidence, hyung” He muttered and grasped his spectacles, promptly putting them on. “I’ll meet you down in 15 minutes.”

Seokjin nodded and moved to the door, kicking a one piece themed sweatpants pair that was lying on the floor for god knows how long and shut the door behind him.

Jungkook stretched, cracking his bones and made his way over to the ensuite bathroom, both brothers had their rooms connected , in a small apartment unit above the bar.

He made his way down to see Seokjin on a call, recently they had been getting quite a number of assignments. The aloof bartender was a former secret service agent and one of the finest in the nation. He knew and dealt with secrets, disillusioned by bureaucracy and corruption, leaving after finishing one of the most difficult assignments ever with him as the only survivor.

“Yes Yoongi I’ll be more than happy to babysit the squirt as you and Hoseok plummet yourself into another dangerous mission, I mean wasn’t Mist enough for you?”

Ahh Mist, that brought back some memories, quite the adventure.

Jungkook scarfed the meal on the table, marvelling at his hyung’s cooking, the meals he cooked could make him a celebrity chef and yet here he was, dealing with dangerous stuff.

“To each his own I guess” he muttered and rinsed his plate, putting it in the right place before moving to the coatstand, his trusty hooded jacket would be perfect for the crisp nip in the air. He shuffled his shoes on and went down, deciding to explore the city a bit before he would fetch groceries and then munch on snacks as he played Overwatch again, he had a score to settle with NoobMaster96.

Patting his pockets, he checked his phone, keys and wallet before making his way downtown. October would be here soon and the parks would be full of leaves in various shades of reds, oranges.He loved those.

The public park was near the older market with a lot of old shops who sold stuff the traditional way, he found the square market to be too boisterous, the stores too fancy with their automatic doors, self checkouts, the crowd too predictable. He would rather source his seaweed chips and ramyun packets from the old lady who would almost always mistake him for her grandson and give him a mangatteok whenever he dropped by.

Speaking of ramyun, he was running low on his nutrition source with cans of energy drink, that’s how he survived those gruesome matches and lived to tell the tale.

He was just rounding the corner near the store, when a police car caught his attention, the small group of people gathering near it obstructed his view from what was happening. He slipped his hood on and slipped into the gathering with practiced ease and noticed his old lady angrily ranting off to two policemen who he knew very well.

Jimin had on a strained smile as he tried to ease the temper of the lady while Taehyung stood flabbergasted, asking questions to an old man who answered them. He turned on his heel and looked at the crowd when his eyes landed at an all too familiar face. Jungkook ducked, having been caught by Tae who flashed him his signature boxy grin and walked towards him, swiftly pulling him out causing Jungkook to squawk.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t my favourite Dongsaeng” he said.

“I’m the only dongsaeng you know from school, hyung” Jungkook pouted as Tae ruffled his hair, causing his cowlick to stand once again which he had spent a lot of time setting.

Jimin noticed Jungkook and pinched his cheek, smiling his infamous eye smile “Still as grumpy as ever.”

“And you’re still as short as ever.”

Jimin’s smile dropped while Tae guffawed and slapped him on the back. Jimin kicked Tae’s shin and then smacked Jungkook’s neck causing the younger to cry out in indignance.

“Yah! Is this how you talk to your hyung after everything we’ve done for you, brat?”

Jungkook gave him a mischievous smirk and rolled his shoulders.

The crowd had begun to disperse and it was then he turned to look at his allies slash friends and asked them what was with the crowd?

Tae looked at him and sighed, “Recently there have been a lot of petty theft incidents here by individuals dressed in all black with helmets or masks and riding gloves. They snatch handbags, briefcases, anything that they can land their hands on. Moreover we can’t ID them as they have blurred their motorcycle number plates and move on a very common design, the physical build is also more or less the same so we can’t say if it’s a single person or a group.”

Suddenly his eyes shone and his grin came back, Jungkook knew that look all too well.

“No Hyung, I am not helping you in this case again, I have to defeat NoobMaster96” He whined.

“Consider it payment for helping your eccentric psychopath friend and his cute ward. Oho she’s too adorable for her own good.”

Jimin added “The coverup alone took us so much time, we hardly slept for a month and it almost cost us our current titles. I NEVER want to work on the desk again” He said with a shudder.

Jungkook nibbled on his lower lip, On one hand he knew he was obligated to help Hoseok hyung and Yana, who he considered his own little sister, on the other hand he still had to game…….

“Fineeeeee” he replied, huffing.

“I knew if there was anyone who could help us, it would be our dear little Kookie” Tae chimed and Jimin smiled as well, highfiving his partner.

“But I need the details you have, the police files and access to the traffic security cameras”

“Consider it done”

“And I want 5 packets of chili ramyeon and nori chips as thanks”

“Whaaaa”

“Don’t question him, Jimin, and done.”

Jungkook moved to their car and Tae fetched a brown paper bag with the words confidential written on it.

“Now lets move to someplace less public and discuss with fewer ears” Jimin suggested and both nodded and followed him to a cafe owned by an ex policeman.

The little bell chimed as they entered and the owner flashed the 2 detectives a toothy smile as he continued to wipe a mug in his hand. They moved to the little private cabin which he held for “special” customers and took a seat. Jimin and Tae knew it was soundproof on the inside meaning no noise from the cabin would go out but they could hear everything on the outside clearly.

Jungkook spread the files on the table and quickly went over them, clicking a few pictures of evidence on his phone, whose camera he had upgraded to give better resolutions. Taking pictures of the suspects from the traffic cameras, he placed them back into the folder.

“I’ve sent you a link that would help you get into the mainframe. I hope you know the drill. Do NOT leave any evidence of your presence, you know SPD’s IT team is getting better at tracking illegal hacking or data hostage attempts.”

The younger only rolled his eyes when there was a knock on the door. Jimin tapped in confirmation and the owner came in, placing two cups of cappucinos for the boys and a hot chocolate for him, closing the door on his way out.

They discussed more details as they took their respective drinks and Tae told him he’d told the owner to bring hot chocolate for him since he knew that Jungkook couldn’t stand the strong taste at all.

Jungkook remembered he had to get groceries and once finished, Tae and Jimin helped him fetch stuff from the aisles at the next door mart and told him they’d drop him off before going back to the station to “work”. He whined when they did not get his snacks telling him that would be his reward if he could give them the missing link to the case and close it.

Clutching the full bags, Jungkook managed to balance them as he slid his key in and went inside. The lights were off which meant Seokjin was out and should be back soon to prepare for opening the bar.

He deposited them on the kitchen counter, placing the perishables in the fridge and moved to his room, opening his laptop as he decided to copy the data from his phone. Maybe Namjoon hyung could give him an insight on this? Ahh no he’s busy so he mustn’t be bothered.

Jin returned and noticed that Jungkook was home a little earlier than usual. The boy would never drop in before 8 pm, just in time for dinner on his days off. So it was surprising to see him back so soon.

He knocked on his door “JK, did you have lunch?” the boy didn’t respond. Jin knocked louder this time. Jungkook fumbled with his headphones and peeped from the door.

“Yes?”

“I asked if you had eaten lunch yet?”

“I had a cup of hot chocolate”

“Yah! That doesn’t count as lunch! I’m making fried rice, come down in 10, irrespective of what you’re working on” Jin said, motioning to the laptop and the wires attached to his phone.

Jungkook swiftly nodded and closed the door, resuming the transfer of data as he waited. He checked his phone for messages, finding none. Of course who would message him, he smiled ruefully before checking progress of the tapes downloading in his system.

As soon as there was a single minute left to 3:10 pm, he went down in the kitchen, just in time to see Jin plating 2 servings, his being smaller than what he had poured for the younger one.

The smell was heavenly and before he knew it, the plate was wiped clean. Jungkook rose to put them in the washer but Jin shook his head.

“You have homework, right kiddo? Don’t worry hyung will handle it”

Jungkook smiled at him brightly before running upstairs, almost tripping on his feet before he plopped himself on his table again, working on a short code that would narrow his search to the bikes of the model, the perpetrators used. It would limit his view time to 5 hours. Something he was sure he could manage. He carefully scanned the now shortened footage and noticed that the perpetrators would always, exclusively be downtown. It was as if they knew their chances of escaping were better there. He also noticed how they seemed to know where to go, irrespective of whether they were on foot or bike. The alleys where the cameras could not record their further movement. Also not a sliver of skin was exposed so nothing could be said about their build, complexion or looks, even gender. All the footage looked the same.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his glasses up, there was no clue, how could he help Jimin and Tae, when suddenly one of the bikes went too close to the pole. Jungkook narrowed his eyes and played the footage again. On the back of the bike was an imperceptible symbol, which he enlarged and screenshot.

One thing that he understood was that the perpetrator(s) had a good idea of the alleys, secondly they knew how to conceal their identity well so it would be physically impossible to identify them, thirdly they chose their victims randomly and finally another bike had yellow paint on its tires, from the footage of a day ago, the one with the old woman whose bag was stolen.

Jungkook knew that there was renovation going on in the eastern part which meant that atleast one of them had entered via Incheon.

He zoomed the footage as he spotted a man push the woman and snatched her bag in broad daylight as he sped off, the old woman screaming at him, which caused the few shopkeepers around to come out. Jungkook noticed that this bike was devoid of the same symbol but had another one in the same design.

He searched them and discovered 2 numbers, in a snake font, 13 and 55.

Weird!

He quickly overlooked the dates of the events and discovered that the dates were in fact a sequence! Running them through the algorithm detector he found that they were Fibonacci numbers and the

snake fonts actually represented their positioning on the cartesian plane.

He had heard Hoseok talk about a gang in town, slowly acquiring power through meticulous attacks, they hadn’t done anything severe, but their attacks were random enough to confuse the police. To make matters worse nobody knew of their arrival or departure, they chose less populated areas to target and left no evidence behind.

Putting the dates in sequence, Jungkook knew when the next attack would take place, coincidentally it was a free day for him as well. It wouldn’t hurt to give a little tip off to the detectives.

The only problem was how to confirm his suspicions, what if he was wrong? He couldn’t afford to let down another of the residents at downtown or undermine what was at stake for Tae and Jimin. He knew the pattern of such gangs all too well, it would slowly evolve to bigger crimes including shootouts and murders once they’d amassed enough power and terrorised the locals. It was an ugly spiral in the Criminal Underworld.

It was almost 11 pm by the time he had finished. Shoot! Just on time his stomach rumbled as well. He hadn’t had anything since lunch. He padded downstairs, knowing Jin would be at the bar but he’d chew his head off the next day for ignoring dinner. There was a plate of samgyeopsal with rice and clear soup, left for him. Jungkook felt a rush of affection for his step brother rise in his heart, who took care of him more like a parent than a sibling, never once questioning when he was dumped at his door out of nowhere and readily gave him a roof to live in and made sure all his needs were fulfilled.

He sat and ate dinner in silence and cleaned the kitchen up before wiping the table. Jin rarely let him in the bar, being fiercely protective of the younger one, wanting him to live as normally as possible.

He shut the lights and formulated a plan in his head. Oh he couldn’t wait to see it all unfold.

The D day had Jungkook nervous as hell, Tae had bombarded him with questions all week about his progress but Jungkook said it was difficult with lack of data but nonetheless sent him the designs on the 2 bikes just to not rouse his suspicions too much. They had thankfully bought the little lie and were busy running for matches through their databases.

He waited at the eastern end on his bike which he had borrowed from Yoongi, the sleek model was very flexible for driving in narrower lanes or taking sharp turns. The only condition was that he had to hack into some company’s financial statements, an easy job.

Hiding in the alleyway, he waited until it was just a few people out on the streets. If his calculations were correct, there would be an incident any time now. His notice turned to one of the shops in his direct line of vision, A girl with curly hair, sunkissed skin exit the cafe where had been the last week.

She had long, pretty legs clad in a pair of skinfit jeans and a white blouse tied in a knot above the highwaist as she put her slingbag around her and moved. He spotted movement on the peripheral of his vision.

Bingo! There were 2 people on the bike this time, heading straight for the woman who now had her headphones on, moving to whatever beat it played. Jungkook revved his own and gave chase right as one of them broke the bag from its sling and ran, clutching it tightly.

She screamed and gave chase, but wasn’t as fast enough as the person. Jungkook knew he’d take the alley with limited access to the traffic camera and his friend would be there, taking a quick shortcut he locked the bike and hid in the thick shadows knowing the person would be there anytime soon, as his friend waited at the other end.

The person came in, huffing as the outfit proved too much for the weather. Jungkook pounced on them, taking them down in a tangle of limbs as he subdued them. Their partner long gone when they realised that the ally had been subdued. He took the helmet off to reveal a young man with a nasty scar across his eye.This wasn’t an injury, no it was a deliberate slash. Quickly he found some spare plastic ties near the dumpbox and tied the man down. He dragged him over to the main footpath and saw the girl jogging up to him.She was even prettier up close and he blushed a bit. He dialed Tae and said

“Hyung, I have a certain present for you, come down quick” as he gave him his coordinates.

Taehyung cursed and kicked the table as his partner raised an eyebrow in question.

“That damn brat” was all he said before nudging Jimin into the car, speeding off.

Jungkook dusted the bag and gave it to the girl who muttered a “thank you”. Heck even her accent was cute and her voice had a lilt to it.

Before he could say something, the siren indicated that they were here. He looked down at the bound man who was glaring daggers at him.

Jimin stepped out first looking at Jungkook and then the man. “why am I not surprised? Of course you would throw yourself in harm’s way with 0 afterthought, Seokjin would have our skins as doormats if anything happened to you,brat.”

Taehyung looked at the man, amused.

“Can’t believe a kid took you down and those are some good knots, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re into some hardcore Shibari shit, Jungkook-ah”

Jungkook only reddened in response as the girl smirked at him.

Taehyung then looked at her and asked if they could ask her a few questions, she was free to go then. She nodded in assent and answered them, truthfully as Jungkook watched in rapt attention.

Jimin noticed and winked at him, wiggling his eyebrows, making Jungkook squeak and turn his head.

The detectives, satisfied thanked Jungkook after taking his statement as well.

“We’ll get all from him, but kiddo, next time you pull a stunt like this, do give us a call before jumping blindly, what if the other man was armed? and do mail us all the evidence you found, your ramyun and chips will be at your door by evening”

He smiled and waved them off before realising the girl was still there.

“So how does coffee sound?”

“Truthfully, Yakult is better than coffee, coffee is too strong for my nose” he replied, tapping his nose and shrugging. He looked at his watch.

“Oh dang I’m late for lunch again, hyung’s going to break my legs but I don’t need to buy snacks now so yess” he mumbled to himself.

The girl shook her head in amusement.

“I-I gotta run, have a nice day.Be safe” he bowed to her before taking off, picking his bike up and speeding his way over to home. Oh he was so dead today!

OMAKE

“You mean she asked me out on a date and I messed it up?” Jungkook groaned as Seokjin burst into laughter at his obliviousness.

Maybe he could spot her next time he was in downtown? It wouldn’t hurt to have her number. He flopped on the bed groaning and cursing. Atleast his Miku chan was still by his bedside to cheer him.

The End!

#btsau #bts friendship #bts fluff #bts fic #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts jin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #hackerkook #fluff #jungkook is a baby #uwu

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trashcanband4 · 6 years ago

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The Revelation of the Other Woman Ch. 11

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter Title: New Love, New Problems. Word Count: 4,418 Warnings: Panic attacks, anxiety.

I passed Rick on my way back to the barn, but he didn’t seem to see me and I could understand why. Nerves around camp were at an all time high for everyone. When I got to the barn everyone was gone. Shane, T-Dog, Jimmy, Andrea and Lori were digging graves under some trees to the left of the barn. Three bodies sat beside three holes. Sophia, Annette and Shawn lay beside the holes wrapped in sheets. “That’s it.” Shane stated letting everyone know the holes were deep enough.

“Joanna.” Lori said getting my attention from where my eyes rested on the piles of dirt. “Would you mind telling Carol that its time?”

“Sure.” I told her with a nod then headed off to the camper where I knew Carol would be. Daryl was sitting on the counter by the door when I walked in. “Hey.” I told him with a sad smile before I turned to Carol. “It’s time.” She shook her head no. “Come on, Carol.” I encouraged quietly.

“Why?” Carol asked and I sighed and let my head fall forward. I had a feeling she was going to pull away.

“Because that’s your little girl.” Daryl answered.

Carol just looked up at him and shook her head again. “That’s not my little girl.” I looked up at her words. “That’s some other…thing.” When she looked away from Daryl I looked up at him to see him glaring at Carol. He was mad at her for acting this way, it wasn’t hard to tell. So I placed my hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him. He glanced at me with softened eyes then turned them back to Carol. “My Sophia was alone in the woods.” Carol said not looking at us, but out the window. “All this time I thought… she didn’t cry herself to sleep. She didn’t go hungry. She didn’t try to find her way back. Sophia died a long time ago.”

I felt tears slipping down my cheeks as I looked from her to Daryl. With a shaky hand I wiped them away and Daryl looked down at me. He no longer looked mad, just disappointed. “Are you coming?” I asked so quietly that I couldn’t even hear myself. He bit his lip and nodded as he jumped down off of the counter and followed me out.

This funeral wasn’t like the one they had for Otis. No words were spoken about how good of people they were. Everyone just stayed in their own heads, thinking their own thoughts. I was the last to leave the gravesite and as I looked to my left I saw Daryl walking off on his own. So I ran after him. “Daryl, wait up.”

“What you gonna tell me goodbye?” he said but kept on walking.

“What?” I asked as I caught up to him and moved around to stand in front of him.

“We found Sophia, she’s dead so bye. Have a good life.” He scoffed and tried to walk around me but I put my hand on his chest stopping him. He glared down at me and there was something in his eyes asking, begging me not to go.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I sighed and dropped my hand from his chest. “For you…for Carol…I’ll stay.”

He just glared down at me. “We don’t need you.”

A pain shot through my chest at his words even thought I knew they weren’t completely true. His eyes were telling me he wanted me to stay. So way was he pushing me away? “Who says I don’t need you?” I asked shakily. “Huh?” he just sighed and stared down at me through slitted eyes before he walked away.

I was sitting in my tent picking at some loose strings on my cast when I heard the tent flap rustling and looked up to see Rick. “Beth’s in some kind of state of shock and Hershel’s missing.”

“Okay?” I asked with a sarcastic shoulder shrug.

“I was hoping you would come with Glenn and me to find him. We think he went to a local bar.” He explained.

“Nope, I’m fine here. Search and rescues aren’t my thing anymore.” I told him as I stood up and pulled the tent flap aside for him to leave. He sighed and left without another word. Once he was gone I decided that I needed to put some distance between the others and myself. So I started packing up my things and broke down my tent.

As I was walking around in the back pastures, looking for a good place to set up camp I noticed Lori walking away from some trees that were near was looked like the fireplace of a long gone cabin. Peaked curiosity carried me in her direction. When I got close enough I realized she was walking away from Daryl. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” Lori said as she passed me causing me to stare at her in disbelief. “I need you to run into town and bring Rick and Hershel back. Beth is getting bad.”

I busted out laughing, causing her to stare at me like I was crazy. “Let me get this straight. You’re husband runs off to play fetch and you want me to go after him?” I asked and she nodded. “You have some nerve, lady. Find someone else to play fetch.” She just stared at me as I kept walking towards Daryl.

When he saw me walking over he scoffed. “What you want me to go looking for your lover boy too?”

“He ain’t my lover boy anymore.” I stated flatly. “I’m not here to ask you to do anything.” When I resituated the strap of my bag on my shoulder he glanced up at me and noticed the tent in my hand and sleeping bag on my back. “Except maybe let me camp out here with you, away from them.” I asked and he just stared at me as he bit his lip and adjusted the grip on his knife. “Tell me no and I’ll go away. I know how to take no for an answer.” he looked at me for a little while longer then jerked his head over to where his tent was sitting still in it’s bag on the ground. “Thank you.”

Taking a tent down one handed was a whole lot easier to do than putting one up. I had managed to get the tent spread out and the poles slid through the top of the canvas, but pushing the poles up and securing them to the corners was a completely different story. I cursed and kicked at the tent as I stood up. Daryl glanced over at me and bit his lip then sat down the stick he was sharpening and walked over. He stuck the peg on the corner of the canvas into the pole without a word then walked over the opposite corner and did the same wile I held the first corner in place. We repeted these steps with the other pole then he helped secure the rest of the hooks on the tent to the poles. “Could of just asked for help.” He grumbled as he walked off.

“I didn’t want to burden you.” I grumbled back as I tossed my stuff into the tent to be sorted out later.

“Ain’t no burden.” He called back at me as he scooped up his crossbow and tossed it over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go huntin’. Catch us some dinner.” I smiled to myself as I watched him disappear into the woods.

While he was gone I took that time to set things up in my tent. He didn’t get back until a little after sun set and by then my tent was in ship shape and I had a fire going. I watched him skin the squirrels and hang their skins on a line that he had strung between two trees. When he had them all skinned he handed them to me and I started cooking them. “Thanks for this.” I told him with a motion to the squirrel that was starting to smell good.

He just hummed a you’re welcome and when the food was done we ate in silence. The longer the silence went on the more I thought about what Carl had said about the way Daryl looks at me. and the more I thought about it the more I realized that if I hadn’t been so distracted by Rick, my friendship with Daryl would probably be further along than it was now. If that was true, would we have grown to be more than friends? When I glanced up at him from the meat in my hands his eyes quickly moved down to the fire. Carl was right. He had been giving me the look when I wasn’t looking. As I looked at him now I felt butterflies flutter in my chest and I smiled down at the squirrel in my hand then took a bite.

After we ate things got quiet and when the quiet started to get to me I moved to sit next to him on the log he was sitting on. He flinched away a little. “I know this is probably the wrong time, but I’m not seeing a better one on the horizon so I’ll just ask.”

“You gonna make a point anytime soon?” he asked gruffly as he went back to sharpening his knife.

“How do you feel about me?” I just spit the question out.

He visibly tensed. “What?”

“Carl said somethin’ when I brought him to the house earlier today. Something along the lines of you look at dad the same why mom used to. The same way mom looks at Shane and Daryl looks at you.” it was quiet for a minute. “He thinks that you like me.”

“Kids more observant than I thought.” He said and I smiled a little.

“So you do have feelings me?” Daryl bit his lip and nodded. So that was that. It seemed so simple, so easy. I like you. You like me. “You still mad at me…for wanting to leave?” I asked fiddling with some of the stuffing in my cast.

He turned to look me in the eyes. “Na, yer here now.” I smiled at his words and as I looked into his fire lit blue eyes I found myself leaning closer. Our lips were an inch apart when we heard footsteps headed our way. We jumped and turned to see Carol running over.

“We can’t find Lori and the others aren’t back yet either.” She panted out.

“That dumb bitch must’ve gone off looking for ‘em.” Daryl told her as he picked up a stick and started poking at the fire.

“What?” Carol asked.

“Yeah, she asked me to go. Told her I was done being an errand boy.” Daryl answered.

“She asked me too. I told her the same thing.” I spoke up.

Carol looked at us like she couldn’t believe what we were saying. “And neither of you said anything?”

“I didn’t think she would be dumb enough to go out looking by herself.” I replied defensively.

Carol scoffed and started to walk away but she turned around and came back. “Don’t do this, please.” She was clearly talking to Daryl. “I’ve already lost my girl.”

Daryl stabbed the stick into the fire and stood up. “That wasn’t my problem neither.” He growled as he walked off. I just looked at her apologetically then headed to my tent. I was sitting there reading a book by lamp light when I heard someone walking around outside. I glanced out of the half rolled down window flap and saw Carol looking at the squirrel hides on the string. “What are you doin’?” Daryl asked waling up behind her, startling her.

“Keeping an eye on you.” Carol told him meekly.

“Ain’t you a peach.” He scoffed at her.

“I’m not gonna let you pull away. You’ve earned your place. And Joanna? She’s only going to weigh you down.” Carol pleaded with him.

“If you spent half you time minding your daughter business instead of sticking your nose in everybody else’s, she’s still be alive!” Daryl yelled getting in her face.

“Go ahead.” She told him with a shrug.

“Go ahead and what?” he asked and she stayed quiet. “Man, just go! I don’t want you here!” Daryl yelled at her and moved as if he was going to walk away, but he got back in her face. “You’re a real piece of work, Lady. What, are you gonna make this about my daddy or some crap like that?” he asked then scoffed. “Man, you know jack. You’re afraid. You’re afraid ‘cause you’re all alone. You got no husband, no daughter. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You ain’t my problem. Sophia wasn’t mine!” when his yelled words hit my ears a tear slipped down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. “All you had to do was keep and eye on her!”

When they walked away from each other I watched as Daryl ducked into his tent. I wanted to go to him, make sure he was okay, but Daryl was Daryl and he needed time to cool off. So I laid down and turned out the lantern. As much as I wanted it to, sleep didn’t come and finally I turned the lamp on and grabbed it and my sleeping bag and headed for Daryl’s tent. “Hey, can I come in?” I asked. Instead of answering he unzipped the door flap and jerked his head for me to come in. “I don’t really feel like being alone. Can I… sleep in here with you?” I asked and he nodded so I rolled out my sleeping bag and slid inside.

I watching him lay back down in his sleeping bag on his back and tuck his arm behind his head. After a while it started getting cold in the tent so I scooted over to lay closer to him, tucking myself into his side. He tensed, but didn’t move. “What ya think yer doin’?” he asked as I felt his head shift to look down at me.

“I’m cold.” I told him quietly. “Tell me to back off and I’ll back off.”

“Na, yer fine.” He grumbled and surprised me when he wrapped his arm around my bare shoulders. We feel asleep like that.

I woke up before Daryl to find that he had turned over in the middle of the night and thrown his arm around my waist. His light breaths skimmed my forehead as my eyes took in the sunkissed skin of his chest that his half unbuttoned shirt reveled. My casted hand rested between us so I let my fingers play with the hair on his chest. This little movement caused him to groan and open his eyes. They found their way to my fingers in his chest hair, seeing what woke him, then up to look into mine. “Hi.” I whispered earning a small smirk from him.

“Hi.” He sleepily replied, surprisingly not taking his arm off of my side. “Surprised yer still here.”

“Why wouldn’t I still be here?” I asked as I started playing with his chest hair again.

“Wised up, realized I ain’t no good for no one.” He said with a shrug.

“I could say the same thing about myself.” I argued. “But here we are and like I said before, I’m not going anywhere.” I reached up and ran the little bit of my fingers that was sticking out of my cast over his scruffy cheek. Instead of flinching like he had in the past he sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying my touch. “I never knew what me and Rick were.” My thought left my lips before I could stop it and he pulled slightly away as he opened his eyes to glare at me. “I just…I hated that. It was complicated and messy.”

“Get to the point or I’m kickin you out.” He grumbled even though he left his arms around me. I smiled to myself because it reminded me of when he said he would kick me out of his truck if I talked too much on the way to the cdc.

I sighed and leaned up to sit cross legged in my sleeping bag.“I just need to know what we are. What you want this to be. I mean, are we just friends, bed buddies, or… are we together?” I asked nervously babbling like an idiot. When he didn’t say anything after a few seconds I craned my neck around to look at him. He was just staring at me with those blue, naturally glaring eyes of his. When he still didn’t say anything I felt a familiar tightening in my chest. “Please say something before I have a panic attack.” I pleaded as I looked away and placed my hand on my chest then attempted to take a deep breath.

“Ain’t never had a girlfriend before.” He stated quietly and I looked back at him again. “Guess there’s a first time for everything.” I found myself laughing as the tightening in my chest eased and I fell back to lie on my sleeping bag. “What’s so funny?” Daryl asked with a smirk down at me.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend.” I said with a shake of my head.

“I don’t believe it.” he said as he propped his head up on his elbow and looked down at me.

“I’ve never had time for one before. I was always dancing. Then after all the chemo treatments and radiation I’d miss so much practice and time at the studio that I fell behind and lost my place in the company. After I got my energy back I put all of it on teaching.” I explained as I looked up at the green canvas roof of the tent.

“You had cancer?” he asked and I turned my eyes back at him.

“Ovarian, when I was nineteen.” I answered and I expected him to look at me like Rick did. Like what I had said was the saddest thing he could have ever heard. Instead it seemed like he was admiring me. In that moment I was so happy that without thinking about it I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. He flinched as if I had burned him and I pulled back afraid that I had taken things too far too fast. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

I was cut off when he pressed his thin lips back to mine. Tingles shot through my every limb when he threaded his finger through my short hair pulling my face closer to his. I didn’t know what to expect from Daryl in the intimacy department, he was hard to read sometimes, but it wasn’t this. I didn’t think he would be the cuddly, gentle type. But he moved his hand from behind my head and caressed my cheek with this thumb then broke the kiss. Shocked in the best way possible, we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Daryl, man, get up.” Shane’s voice outside the tent shattered the moment. “Rick and Glenn still ain’t back. We’re gonna go look for ‘em.”

Daryl sighed and sat up in his sleeping bag. “Yeah, whatever.” he grumbled as he grabbed his bag out of the corner of the tent and started digging around.

When I was sure Shane was gone I went to my tent and started getting dressed. It was cold this morning so I slipped on a hunter green long sleeved shirt and a pair of dark grey yoga pants. I walked outside and tossed my riot gear onto the ground and sat down on a log near the still smoldering fire. When I looked up from the fire I saw Daryl glance over at me from where he stood pulling on his vest in front of his tent. “What?” I asked knowing from the look he gave me that he wanted to say something.

“You comin’ with us?” he asked as he slung his crossbow over his shoulder then sat down on the log across from me.

“I was planning on it.” I answered as I pulled my bangs up into a bump. “Do you think it’s a bad idea?” I asked motioning to my cast.

“Na. You can handle yourself out there.” he said with a shrug then things got quiet as I put on my riot gear. “You worried?” he asked with a glance up from the fire he was poking at.

“About what?”

“Rick.”

“A little.” I answered earning a look of jealously from him. “But not for my benefit, for Lori and Carl’s.”

“Thought you didn’t like Lori.” he pointed out.

“I don’t, but she cares for Rick and Carl needs his dad. The poor kid already thought he lost his dad once. He doesn’t need to lose him for real this time.” Daryl just looked at me. Not with jealousy or the way Rick did, but like he was admiring me just for being . “What?” I asked with a small smile.

“Nothin’.” He said then averted his gaze. When I was done putting on my gear we headed out.

We were putting gear into the back of Carol’s suv when Daryl bumped me on the shoulder and jerked his head toward the road. The red and white suv that Glenn and Rick had left in pulled into the driveway. When Rick got out he made a b line for Lori and Carl, who cried out for his dad and wrapped his arms around his waist. When Glenn and Hershel got out I thought Maggie was running for her father, but instead she embraced Glenn. I could tell by the look on Hershel’s face that she had hurt his feelings. But the old man just kept walking to the house. “Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery.” He told the older woman as he passed her and she nodded.

I wanted to ask who needed surgery, but I didn’t voice my question. Instead I watched Shane Rick and Lori talking about how Lori stupidly went off looking for Rick on her own and how Shane brought her back. “Who the hell is that?” T-Dog asked with a point to the suv and we all followed his finger to see a young man passed out in the back seat with a blind fold over his eye.

“That’s Randall.” Glenn answered with his arms folded over his chest.

“And Randall is…?” I asked getting some of the others attention as I stepped out from behind Daryl and crossed my armored arms over my chest.

“Let’s have a group meeting in five, we’ll discuss it then. For now Hershel needs to perform surgery on the kids leg.” Rick answered before he walked off and the group scattered.

Since Rick was back I sat down at a nearby picnic table and started taking off my riot gear. When I was done I looked around to see that Daryl was nowhere to be found. So I dropped the gear off at my tent then headed to the house where most everyone was already gathered in the dining room. “We couldn’t just leave him behind. He would’ve bled out, if he lived that long.” Rick was saying as I entered through the door that led straight to the dining room and slid inside to lean against the wall next to the door.

“It’s gotten bad in town.” Glenn added.

“What do we do with him?” Andrea asked in her usual bitchy tone.

Hershel walked in drying his hands. “I repaired his calf muscle as best I can, but he’ll probably have nerve damage.” He explained the verdict of the surgery he performed on the kids leg that had gotten impaled by an iron fence. “He won’t be on his feet for at least a week.”

“When he is we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way.” Rick suggested.

“Isn’t that the same as leaving him for the walkers?” Andrea asked and I was about to speak against her when Daryl walked in. He gave Carol a nod then slid over to lean on the wall next to me.

“He’ll have a fighting chance.” Rick answered Andrea.

“Just gonna let him go?” Shane asked. “He knows where we are.”

“He was blindfolded the whole way here. He’s not a threat.” Rick argued and as he eyes fell on Daryl and me his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, silently questioning why Daryl was standing so close to me. I can only assume that Daryl noticed the look Rick gave us, because Daryl awkwardly draped his arm around my shoulders.

“Not a threat. How many of them were there?” Shane asked pulling Ricks attention back to the subject at hand. “You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain’t gonna come looking?”

“They left him for dead. No one is looking.” Rick argued.

“We should still post a guard.” T-Dog spoke up.

“He’s out cold right now, will be for hours.” Hershel added.

“You know what? I’m gonna go get him some flowers and candy.” Shane popped off as he started to leave the room. “Look at this folks, we back in fantasyland.” He ranted.

“You know we haven’t even dealt with what you did at my barn yet.” Hershel practically yelled after Shane. “Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all, this is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. So do us both a favor…keep your mouth shut.”

I couldn’t see Shane from where I was standing, but I did hear the front door slam behind him on his way out. “Look, we’re not gonna do anything about it today. Let’s just cool off.” Rick suggested and everyone scattered. Carol stopped next to Daryl giving him a look that told him she wanted to talk to him, but he rolled his eyes and stormed out. “Just give him some time. I’m sure he’ll come around.” I told her encouragingly. She just gave me a sad smile and patted me on the shoulder as she walked out the screen door.

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psychosistr · 6 years ago

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A Playful Spark- Chapter 1, Childhood

Summary: Many years before his mental breakdown, a young Quackerjack meets an even younger rat with a high intellect and knack for engineering. The two become fast-friends and Jack ends up supporting the boy emotionally as they two grow up together.

Notes: A Quackervolt childhood-friends AU based on some theories I’ve seen floating around about Quackerjack being a bit older than Megavolt (or about Megavolt technically being the youngest of the Fearsome Five in general, since he’s the same age as Darkwing). The first couple of chapters are more friendship based with romance not happening until much further into adulthood.

Next Chapter->

~Age 10~

Jackie was walking home from school one afternoon, whistling the tune from his favorite after-school cartoon while idly flicking a yo-yo up and down in his hand. He was sticking to the sidewalk today so he could stay in the shade of the trees. Not because he disliked the pleasant sunshine, mind you- it was simply because his yo-yo was metallic. Whenever it caught the sunlight, it would sting his eyes and force him to look away and he wanted to keep playing with it for as long as possible.

The teacher had confiscated it from him earlier in the day because, as she’d put it, “It’s study time, not playtime!” She thought she was so clever, hiding it in her desk under the papers from that morning’s quiz where no one could get it. Mrs.Oldson, however, had not counted on being called out of class to deal with a small trashcan fire in the hallway and leaving her desk, and collection of stolen school-grade contraband, unguarded. A 10 cent box of matches and a slight headache from the fire-alarm was more than worth the price of his yo-yo, a few candy bars, a joy-buzzer, and a pack of sparklers.

As Jackie successfully executed a perfect walk-the-dog trick with his yo-yo, he was suddenly brought out of his reminiscing by something hitting him on the head. “Ow!” He rubbed the top of his head where the object struck him and looked down to, much to his surprise, see a little yellow sneaker on the ground. “Huh?

Looking up to see where the shoe had come from, he spotted a young rat through the branches of the tree. The kid couldn’t have been more than two or three years old, as he still hadn’t developed the signature front-teeth most rats got by the time they started school. Jackie could tell that he kid was absolutely TERRIFIED up there by the way he clung to the large tree branch for dear life and kept his eyes screwed shut.

Truthfully, the kid probably would have been fine even if he’d fallen since he was only half-way up the tree, but, when you’re little, everything always seems scarier. With that in mind, Jackie decided to check on the kid.

“Hey, squirt! How’s the weather up there?” He called up to the terrified rat.

Realizing that someone was talking to him, the little boy hesitantly opened one eye to look down at the ground. “Huh?” Seeing the ground, however, made him yelp and cling tightly to the tree branch. “Scary!” The kid cried pitifully.

“The weather’s scary? Well, that’s no fun!” Jackie said as he pocketed his yo-yo. “You should jump down here- the weather’s great!” He joked with a big grin.

The kid fervently shook his head, hiding his face against the branch. “I can’t!”

Jackie was about to make another joke, one about high-dives, when he heard the kid start sniffling and saw his shoulders shaking. “Aw, geez..” He muttered before setting his backpack down and climbing up the tree with ease. It didn’t take long at all for him to reach the branch the kid was on and, to get his attention, he knocked on the wood behind the kid. “Knock knock!”

The kid startled slightly from the closeness of the voice and cautiously turned his head around to look at Jackie. “Who..Who’s there..?”

Jackie grinned, glad that the kid at least had the decency to respond to a classic setup. “Ash.”

“Ash who?” The little boy asked, trying to keep his eyes on Jackie and off the ground.

“Oh, gesundheit!” Jackie finished the joke by pulling out a balled-up tissue from his pocket and holding it out for the kid to take.

“Heh..” A small giggle came from the boy as he took the tissue from Jackie and wiped his face. “You’re funny.” The kid said with a little smile.

“And you’ve got a decent sense of humor!” Jackie told the kid as if he were congratulating him for something.

The tiny rat smiled more and tried to turn around so he could face Jackie properly, but he nearly lost his balance. “Ah!”

Jackie reached out and grabbed the boy by his sleeve. “Woah, now!” He steadied the kid and started dragging him closer so he could grab onto him. “I know trips are nice, but I’d rather not see you next fall.” He managed to get the kid close enough that he could turn and offer his back to the scared rat. “Hey, kid, you like piggy-back rides?”

“Uh..Uh huh..” The rat said with a nod. At a “come on” gesture from Jackie, the kid carefully climbed onto the duck’s back and wrapped his tiny arms around his neck like he had the tree-branch earlier. “Thanks.”

“Eh, don’t mention it. Now, how ‘bout we make like a tree and leaf?” Jackie asked with a grin before beginning the climb back down to the bottom.

The kid giggled again, the death-grip he’d previously had on Jackie’s neck and shoulders loosening a little. “Hehe..leaf..”

Jackie chuckled, reaching the ground in no-time flat. Just for fun, he even did a flip when he landed on the ground. “Whoo-hoo-oooh!” He laughed and looked back at the kid once he was upright again. “Some fun, eh, kid?”

To Jackie’s delight, the little kid was now laughing too. “Yeah!” He said with a bright smile, looking much happier than he did up in the tree.

Jackie knelt down on the ground so the kid could climb off safely. “So, half-pint,” He stood up and brushed stray pieces of bark off of his pants. “What were you doin’ up there, anyway? Playin’ Tarzan?”

The kid shook his head with a small frown and pointed up into the tree. “My kite got stuck..”

Jackie looked back up into the tree and, sure enough, he could see a bright yellow kite shaped like a lightning bolt wedged in a leafy branch. It was on the very edge of the branch, but just high enough that he couldn’t jump up and get it on his own.

“Hmm..” Jackie hummed in thought before an idea struck him. With a grin, he looked back down at the kid. “Hey, you like yo-yo tricks?” He asked while pulling out his metal yo-yo.

The kid nodded, looking at the yo-yo curiously. “Uh huh?”

“Then check this out!” Jackie said proudly as he began his walk-the-dog trick again. “This little guy’s well trained, huh?” He asked with chuckle. “Go fetch, boy!” He jerked his hand upward so that the yo-yo flew up into the air and caught on the tail of the kite. With a quick tug on the string, Jackie brought the kite down and caught it in his hands. “Good boy!” He praised his yo-yo, giving it a little pat like he would a real dog before proudly holding the kite out towards the kid. “Told ya he’s well-trained.”

The kid’s eyes practically sparkled as he took the kite from Jackie. “Woooaah! Cool!” He looked up at Jackie as if the older kid was the most amazing thing in the world. “Thank you!”

Jackie shrugged and repeated what he’d said earlier. “Eh, don’t mention it.” He grabbed his back-pack off the ground and unzipped it, pulling out one of the chocolate bars he’d swiped from the teacher’s desk earlier. “Here, you want some?” At a nod from the kid, he broke off a quarter of the candy bar and handed it to him. The pair walked together as Jackie continued his trek home. “So, you live around here, kid?”

“Mhm.” The boy said around a mouthful of chocolate before he swallowed and pointed to a small house a block away. “That’s my house.”

“Huh, no kiddin’?” Jackie asked, pointing to his own house across the street. “That’s mine over there!”

“We’re neighbors!” The kid stated proudly, as if he’d just made an important discovery.

Jackie reached down and playfully ruffled the kid’s hair. “We sure are! What’s your name, neighbor?”

The kid beamed up at him, holding out his hand that was still sticky with chocolate. “I’m Elmo!”

“Nice t’ meetcha, Elmo.” Jackie took the happy little rat’s hand with his own sticky fingers and gave the tiny hand a friendly shake. “Call me Jackie.”

~Age 15~

Jackie stood outside of his unofficial home-away-from-home (even if it was just across the street) and knocked on the door. He was chewing on some bubblegum and currently blowing a bubble while he waited for someone to answer. His worn out red and blue backpack was slung haphazardly over one shoulder as usual since he knew he’d be setting it back down in a minute anyway.

He heard the familiar sound of running steps and mentally counted down the seconds until the door swung open to reveal a familiar young rat.

“Jackie!” Elmo greeted the older kid with an excited hug once the door was open.

He’d grown quite a bit over the past few years, currently standing at chest-height to Jackie. His original mop of shaggy brown hair had grown as well, the slightly longer locks now hanging around his chin. He’d even grown into his first set of rat-teeth with no problems, the distinctive over-bite much easier to see now whenever he smiled.

“Heya, Elmo.” Jackie greeted the younger boy by hugging him around the shoulders with one arm and used his other hand to muss the rat’s hair. “Your folks still here?”

“Yeah..” Elmo said with a roll of his eyes when he let Jackie go. “They’re in the living room..” He hooked his thumb in the room’s general direction. “Dad’s taking forever. AGAIN.”

Jackie chuckled and followed Elmo to the living room. “Gee, there’s some major breaking news..”

“Alert the media- it can still make the nine o’ clock special..” Elmo muttered back sarcastically with a sly grin.

Jackie grinned back at him. Elmo’s sense of humor had gotten even better over the years, much to Jackie’s enjoyment. The kid had a healthy sense of sarcasm while still enjoying Jackie’s puns and even tossing a few back himself when the situation called for it. He was also a lot smarter than other kids his age, so he was usually able to come up with something clever that could leave Jackie rolling on the floor laughing.

As they entered the living room, he heard the sounds of a man and a woman bickering, apparently over which jacket the man was going to wear for the evening.

“Knock, knock.” Jackie called while knocking on the old wooden frame of the living room doorway.

The rat couple in the living room stopped their bickering to look at him. The husband was a slightly shorter rat with a strong build that was clearly made from years of physical labor, making him look a little silly in a suit at the moment- his buzzed haircut certainly not helping matters any. His wife, on the other hand, was a tall, slender woman in a nice red dress with long brown hair the same color as her son’s that was currently pulled up in a neat bun.

“Oh, Jackie!” The wife smiled and walked up to him, her far-too-tall heels clicking on the hardwood floor with each step. When she reached the teenager, she smiled down at him and reached into the little black purse so she could hand him a small wad of cash. “Thanks again for coming on such short notice. Here’s money for pizza, you can keep the change.”

Jackie took the money and stuck it in his pocket. “Eh, don’t mention it, Mrs.S.” He jokingly bumped Elmo with his elbow. “You know I’m always happy to help keep this menace contained.”

Elmo stuck his tongue out at the duck then gave him a challenging smirk. “You can’t stop me forever! One day, I’ll sneak out and begin my reign of destruction on St. Canard! Mwahahahaha!” He gave his best evil laugh, rubbing his hand together like a classic bad-guy from a movie.

“Not if I have anything to say about it, Tiny Terror!” Jackie smirked back at him playfully, dropping his backpack so he could grab Elmo in a half-assed attempt at a choke hold and noogie him.

“Ack! My one weakness!” Elmo cried dramatically. “Luckily, I know yours too!” He managed to turn enough to wedge a hand along Jackie’s side and tickle his mid-section.

“Ahahahaa! You fiend!” Jackie gasped out between bouts of laughter.

They wrestled for a minute while the adults finished getting ready, the pair of rowdy boys eventually ending up on the floor in a giggling heap.

“Alright, you two.” Elmo’s mom said when she was ready to leave. “We’ll be back by nine. Remember the rules, Elmo: Don’t break anything. No violent movies. No sugar after 7:30. In bed by 8:30. And make sure you brush your teeth before you go to sleep this time.”

“I got it, mom.” Elmo said, subtly rolling his eyes as he stood up from the floor while Jackie remained seated cross-legged on it.

“Good.” She leaned down to give him a kiss on his forehead. “Have a good night, boys.”

Jackie quietly chuckled at the embarrassed look on Elmo’s face as he tried to wipe the lipstick mark off of his forehead. “See ya later, Mr. & Mrs.S.” He waved to the adults as they left, only getting a nod of acknowledgement from Elmo’s dad before the two were out the door and he could hear the car leaving within the next minute.

Once the coast was clear, Elmo looked at Jackie expectantly. “Sooooooo..?”

Jackie feigned ignorance, tilting his head as if he were confused. “ ‘Sooooo’ what?”

Elmo pouted at him and tried to grab the duck’s backpack so he could peek inside. “You brought it, right?”

Jackie snatched his backpack and rolled backwards to get back up to his feet, still trying to look innocent. “Oh, are you talking about the healthy homemade veggie snacks and educational films for tonight? Of course!” He opened the bag himself and rummaged through it, looking inside with a “confused” expression. “Well that’s weird..the only things in here are-” He grinned mischievously and pulled out a VHS tape as well as a large plastic bag of brownies. “Mutant Slug Men from Planet X and my quadruple chocolate brownies!!”

“Yes!” Elmo pumped both fists into the air excitedly. “You’re the best, Jackie!”

“Anything for you, bud.” Jackie laughed and skipped over to the couch, jumping backwards onto it so that his legs hung over the armrest. He grabbed the land-line phone off of the table nearby. “C’mon, let’s order the pizza so we can watch this bad boy!”

Elmo agreed enthusiastically and joined Jackie on the other side of the couch.

They ordered their usual pizza- extra cheese with double every topping possible- and used the time while they waited to get their homework done (they both hated it, but it was easier and quicker doing it together- Jackie could proof-read Elmo’s English homework to make sure he didn’t forget any words and Elmo was smart enough to help Jackie with his math homework). They finished just as the pizza guy arrived and happily tossed aside their notebooks in favor of messy junk food and a PG13 bad sci-fi horror movie. They laughed together at the stupid designs of the aliens and the bad special effects, Elmo grinning every time he pointed out a visible wire or zipper on screen.

By the second half of the movie they’d finished their pizza and were seated on the floor eating the brownies that Jackie brought. Elmo was laying on his stomach, feet idly kicking in the air behind him as he watched the movie and ate his sugary treat (at 7:35, he might add). Meanwhile Jackie, having already seen the movie before bringing it over, had pulled a different notebook out of his backpack and was scribbling something in it, his tongue poking out the side of his beak as he concentrated.

“Another toy?” He heard Elmo ask him suddenly.

Jackie looked up from his notebook and saw that Elmo had sat up next to him and was looking at the drawings- mostly of teeth and wind-up keys- across the page.

“Yep.” Jackie confirmed while tilting the notebook to give Elmo a better view. “I was thinkin’ about those novelty fake-teeth you see in joke shops and thought ‘Hey, wouldn’t it be cool if you could play with those?’, so I’m tryin’ t’ think of HOW…” He looked back down at his sketches with a slight frown. “I just can’t seem t’ come up with anything good, though..”

“Hmm..” Elmo looked at the drawings, eyes narrowing as he thought the idea over in his head. “Oh!” He looked up at Jackie, his eyes getting that little spark in them they always got when he had an idea. “What if they could move?”

“Move?” Jackie repeated, giving the rat a curious look.

“Yeah, move!” Elmo reached over and grabbed the pencil and notebook from Jackie, the duck letting him since this was more than normal for the two of them by now. “If you used the wind-up key to power a spring system, then, when they were wound-up, they’d start jumping across the ground!” He drew up some crude blueprints of a wind-up key powered spring system that would allow for just that.

“Elmo, you’re a genius!” Jackie’s eyes lit up at the prospect and he put his arm around Elmo’s shoulders so he could lean in close and point at the bottom jaw of the fake teeth. “The springs could go in here with some weights to keep ‘em from flipping over if they jumped too high!”

“Ooh, good idea.” Elmo agreed with a nod, adding some small weights to the blueprints. They bounced ideas for the teeth off of each other until they had a perfect design for a set of wind-up powered teeth that would clack and chatter and jump across the ground, the two taking turns adding to the drawings and blueprints as they talked.

This was another thing that Jackie liked about Elmo- the two of them worked really well together. They were both pretty smart for their ages and had shown a gift for engineering, something that they fostered the growth of between each other with their constant ideas and feedback. If one of them came up with a general idea for something, the other would offer concepts for how the idea could become reality. The pair could spend hours at a time going over ideas for a single invention and never get bored.

“I swear, kid, you and me need to go into business together.” Jackie said as he looked over the finished plans for the wind-up teeth. “With my weird ideas and your brains, we’d be the toy kings of the world!” He declared while raising his pencil dramatically, looking like he was holding a scepter.

Elmo grinned at his friend’s overly-dramatic nature and shrugged. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind. It’d be fun to work for my best friend.”

Jackie grinned and pulled the rat into a half-hug with one arm. “Work FOR me? You got cotton in those big ears or somethin’? You’re gonna work WITH me- we’ll be partners!” He looked down at the younger kid and set down his pencil so he could extend his pinky towards the rat expectantly. “By the time you finish school, I’m gonna have the business up and runnin’ so we can get started right away. Deal?”

Elmo chuckled and hooked his own pinky around the duck’s with a smile. “Deal!”

Next Chapter->

#quackervolt #quackerjack #megavolt #quackerjack/megavolt #dwd #darkwing duck #childhoodfriends!AU #Playful Spark

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cynthiaandsamus · 6 years ago

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Game Blondes Crystal Clear Nuzlocke Part 2: A Shining Chance!

“Hey I’m blonde!”

“…I’m also blonde.”

“AND WE’RE THE GAME BLONDES!!”

(Game Blondes Logo by @game-overture)

“Welcome back! So last time on Game Blondes we started our freeroam Crystal Clear Nuzlocke, our rat died in our first battle but we got a lot of other pokemon to replace it, fought a dude with a Shiny Ponyta and made our way halfway across Johto to fuck around. Now we’re gonna go check out Goldenrod since the dude with the Ponyta mentioned it and see if we can start nailing down some badges.”

“Okay so just a note about this game, seems like the trainer battles scale to your badges but the wild pokemon stay around the level they would be… considering the Hoothoot and Psyduck you caught last episode were in the early teens and you still have zero badges.” Cynthia pondered.

“So technically I could just run into a field way down the line and catch something super powerful and ram through the whole game?”

“Well theoretically, as long as you could manage to catch it and manage to live with yourself for cheesing the game that represents my life’s work and career.”

“…fine, fine. Spoilsport…” Samus huffed. “Anyway, I’m making my way down from Ecruteak to Goldenrod, getting a few levels on Danny that Gastly from this guy with four Voltorbs that can’t even touch him. Gonna see if we can find that restaurant the DOOM guy mentioned and if not I’ll see if I can get a gym badge or something. Got a few levels on everyone from all the trainers on this route and got the TM for Rollout, that’s a fun move.”

“You won’t think so later…” Cynthia snickered.

“Well we’re in Goldenrod… shit this is Whitney’s town!?”

“Yup, welcome to Rolloutville, population you.”

“Should we save this gym for last for the memes? I mean that’d be an epic final battle.”

“I’m game, anything to put off going against that crazy cow lady…” Samus grumbled as she searched the town. “Well the train’s here so I can get to Saffron and Kanto, it’d be funny if I got Sabrina for my first badge, bet it’d piss her off to get beaten by a level 10 Gastly.” She chuckled.

“I wouldn’t tease Sabrina too much, she can beat you up without touching you…”

“I’ll hold off on it for now if only because I already have a lot to explore that I’m skipping over and Saffron is ridiculously big. At least I got a bike to travel it a bit faster. Oh and an Eevee sitting on a table, lemme take that…”

“Hang on, lemme see that Eevee real quick…” Cynthia took the controls with a grin.

-10 Minutes Later-

“HOLY SHIT IT’S SHINY! How’d you do that!?” Samus gasped.

“Weren’t you paying attention to the tutorial? Shockslayer said Gift pokemon have a higher shiny rate and the game saves before you pick them up for soft resetting, so if you get a good rhymn down you can reset a lot real quick and get a shiny.”

“That is so cool! I love you Cynthia! I got a White Eevee!”

“This counts as part of your birthday present, I’m not helping you any further.”

“Fine fine.” Samus grinned, absolutely giddy with the white fluffball. “I’m gonna name you… Norman. Cause you’re Normal-type and a smart little white fluffball and we’ve been watching The Promised Neverland lately.”

“Hopefully that’s not an omen for this Nuzlocke…”

“Ah shit is this accidentally in bad taste?” Samus winced. “Well time to go Underground and explore some more of the shops and punch some of these trainers in the throat.”

“…no wonder the Pokemon League denied your application to become a trainer.”

“Well I got a coin case and it looks like this guy is blocking the path to the other hallway so I’ll leave him alone for now, I’ve been warned that some of these guys have huge teams that can wipe me out…”

“Yeah, I read there’s a level 100 Magikarp somewhere in Kanto’s early game, so be on the lookout for steamrollers…”

“Well since I got the Coin Case might as well check out the game corner…”

“Holy crap you can just buy a Master Ball if you have enough coins! And a Lucky Egg too! I definitely don’t have enough time for that but that’s really cool!”

“And you can get some pretty cool pokemon too… too bad you already have Eevee so you can’t get any more pokemon for this town…”

“That’s fine, I’m very content with my Shiny Eevee, lemme get some coins though…”

(Mun Note: Due to Standards and Practices we are not allowed to show Samus gambling in case you’re in a country that hates it)

-One Gambling Montage Later-

“Well I doubled my coins and officially hate gambling, so let’s go check out the Department store, I’m sure there’s some cool stuff there, only got that, the Radio Tower and the gym left so almost time to be on our way.”

“Yay! Shopping spree!”

“Oh sweet, here’s the Tradeback NPC, he can evolve my guys, I’ll have to keep that in mind when I get an Upgrade for Porygon.”

“Well there it is, you just need more money…”

“Well I’ll save up and come back, I’ll let Polly stay as she is for now, can’t have my baby growing up too fast. We don’t even have a single badge yet.”

“Damn that’s right, we’ve just been derping around for an episode and a half…”

“Well we found a bunch of TMs at the shop here, keep those in mind, damn I really am broke… Just gonna stock up on balls, check the radio tower and get out of here before Whitney crushes me for dawdling in her town…”

“Oh wow, an Event Move Tutor, you can learn all those weird moves they give out at events, give it a try and get your pokemon some broken moves~” Cynthia giggled.

“Well Polly learned Barrier, Norman learned Growth and Hooters learned Night Shade, so that’s all cool.” Samus grinned. “Got me some custom pokemon~ Making my way up the tower got a point for the Password radio game thing, got a Sunny Day TM and a Pink Bow, that’s perfect for Polly, now she can feel even more like a girl and power up her Normal-type moves.”

“Your Trans Porygon is really cute.”

“Give the Amulet Coin Polly was holding to Norman now and at the top of the tower is this CHAOS guy who says he’s the new director of the station and wants to battle… here goes nothing I guess.”

“He… just has a level four Delibird… that’s not very intimidating for a custom trainer for this mod.”

“You have literally no badges and have been picking up pokemon left and right, feel like you’re a bit OP for this early in the game…” Cynthia sighed.

“Well he has a Cleffa too and I got some good money from it, guess that was worth it. And I got a Nugget, so guess that was just a money pitstop. Well that’s it for Goldenrod, couldn’t find the restaurant but time to go to the next route and catch a new pokemon…”

-A bunch of pokemon Samus has already caught later-

“Oh wow a Ditto! And right next to the Daycare too! Guess I know what this guy was there for…” Cynthia chuckled.

“FUCK it took like all my balls but I got it… why did I want this thing again?”

“Breeding?”

“Breeding!? This is a children’s game I’m not gonna make my monsters have sex, what kind of sick fucks are you trainers?”

“Well you have it now so that’s good.”

“I’ll name it “Brothel” …for obvious reasons. I really need to get some badges so these trainers stop having level like six pokemon.”

“Then pick a gym already.”

“Fine, next town we go to I’ll fight the gym there. Just getting through this forest and catching this Oddish (nicknamed Oddball). Got the Headbutt TM so I can punch trees like this is Minecraft.”

“Ahhh a Dark Souls reference last time and Minecraft now, soon we’ll be a regular mainstream Let’s Play streamer.”

“Awww man, Bulbasaur pops up here! We could’ve caught the mun if they showed up first!”

(Sad Bulbamun noises)

“This girl says Kurt knows about the Forest Guardian, so better head into town to see what that’s about… oh neat, I don’t have to wait to get Apricorn balls, this guy in Kurt’s house sells them for money.”

“And Kurt passed you off onto Professor Oak about the Forest Guardian thing… sounds like a fetch quest to me…” Cynthia sighed.

“Might as well squash some bugs for my first gym, I mean Bugs seem like a fitting start to me.”

“I mean Bug-types aren’t the most powerful but Bugsy does the best with what he can…”

“Alright Hooters, you’re a bird, you’re in charge of the bug squishing duty.”

“Well he’s got a Scyther at least, that’s cool, but he’s still no match for Hooters!”

“Wow that was quick, you and your boob-themed owl are unstoppable.”

“Well he did poison Hooters and get her down a bit, so if I’m not careful she could faint on the way back to the gym, but I did get my first badge so hopefully stuff gets more challenging from here~ One badge down, seven to go.”

“Fifteen.”

“…what?”

“Crystal Clear has both Kanto and Johto gyms in it, there are sixteen badges, you have fifteen left.”

“…well shit, I better get cracking…”

“Looks like you got a call from the Pokemon League too, they say if you’re in Johto to visit Sprout Tower to get something cool, a “FLASHy” reward… subtle and to go pay your respects in Ilex Forest, that’s probably to do with the sidequest we stumbled on earlier.”

“Well I’m starting to move up in the world, they gotta start recognizing me! Well might as well go down to this Slowpoke Well and catch something. Ooooh there’s breakable rocks here, I’ll teach Dudette Rock Smash and break one to see if I find something cool~

“OH FUCKLE, A SHUCKLE!”

“CRAP! I killed it, it gave me an Encore so I couldn’t get out of the loop… ugh, oh well, guess there’s no use crying over spilled Shuckle. Guess that’s all I can do in the Well without Strength for now… Might as well work my way back up to Violet Town and go to Sprout Tower like the League said, even if I don’t want to go in order, getting that reward would probably be good and get me some more pokemon along the way.”

“Well you killed that Zubat too, so no new pokemon on this route either.”

“WHY DOES EVERYTHING I TOUCH DIE!?”

“At least you caught that Whooper (named Whoop) in Union Cave.”

“Well Whoop de doo. A few battles later and I’m back in Violet City. I didn’t wanna do these gyms in order but I guess doing Flying-types second would be fine since I’m here anyway and have the pokemon for it…I need to get more badges to increase trainer levels so I’m not too OP right away.”

“Dudette, you’re in charge, kill these birds with one stone.”

“Well you’re the same level so I guess you’re not too overleveled, you just have a serious type advantage.” Cynthia sighed.

“Well took down his Pidgey but damn, wasn’t expecting Pidgeotto to have Mud Slap, Dudette’s in the red and her accuracy has gone to shit, better switch out. Do your best Poly! Alright! Two Psybeams and Pidgeotto is down~”

“Another badge and another call from the Pokemon League.”

“This time a warning about not watering wiggling trees, so you can probably get the watering can from that girl we saw in Goldenrod, plus a message about getting Cut from the Charcoal guy in Azalea Town and a note that Professor Elm is very generous so we should probably go back to him too.”

“Okay so we’re doing pretty good for this little neck of Johto, lemme make a list real quick of our goals.

1. Go up Sprout Tower and get the reward

2. Go back to Professor Elm and get a reward

3. Get Cut from the Charcoal dude

4. Squirt Trees

5. Talk to Professor Oak about Ilex Forest shit

6. ???

7. Profit

“Sounds about right to me, looks like we have a lot to do… NEXT TIME ON GAME BLONDES!”

Samus’s Journey So Far:

(Color-coding the path by episode for now, may or may not continue to do this depending on if it’s a pain in the ass when it starts getting bigger)

Samus’s Current Team:

#Game Blondes #Pokemon #Crystal Clear #Let's Play #Pokemon Crystal Clear

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cleverbroadwayurl · 6 years ago

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Nobody Needs to Know (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 18)

Song: Nobody Needs to Know from The Last Five Years

Word Count: 5984

Need to Catch Up? PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17

Want More? PART 19

A/N: I did it! I’m not sure how, but I did it!! Yay!! Here’s Part 18, I hope everyone enjoys, I tried to add some cute moments! Let me know if you’re looking for the link to the Part 15 Supplement Can’t Help Falling in Love!

Trigger Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of abuse, self depreciating, mentions of an abusive boyfriend, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING ASAP

Taglist: @catatonic-kuragin @be-more-heidi-hansen @retrogarden @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans @bluhimaweirdo @stargirl-murphy (happy late birthday btw!!)

Jeremy gave a laugh for the first time that night before following Michael out through the doors they had before, high fiving and smiling all the way to the cruiser that had sat innocently outside the emergency room for hours. Yeah, things were going to be just fine.

Jeremy sat in the gazebo, the same one that he’d been watching not so long ago while he was waiting for you on top of a blanket, supplies in the back of his car for anything and everything—except what had actually happened. You’d asked him there this time, promising to show up when you could, telling him that sometimes your follow up appointments went longer than they were scheduled. As much as he wanted to be calmer than the last time, he discovered that he couldn’t. The fears were there, this time the reality of danger and the events had been encrypted into his daydreams. His hands were sweaty perpetually, almost like every time he attempted to get rid of the moisture, it would just come back with full force, seemingly worse than it had been the last time. He also can’t stop from fidgeting, fingers hitting the white painted wooden bench in the gazebo to playing with the loose thread on his jeans, to just plain running his hands across one another. Maybe that’s how he’d realized the sweat being worse than normal.

He decides it would be a good idea to shift his focus to other things in the park. It would distract him from being worried about you, every minute that you could be late could be another hurtful thing that’s happening; unable to be controlled and unable to keep you safe like he’d promised to do so long ago. Jeremy notices a man jogging amidst the trees, briskly keeping his heartrate up and Jeremy is sure he can see a Fitbit on the guy’s wrist, marking time, keeping up, noting every little thing that the jogger is doing. He shifts his eyes somewhere else, quickly noticing a golden retriever running with its owner and playing fetch. He smiles at the dog, relaxing a little bit as they jump and bark at their owner, almost begging to throw the ball again. And as much as he loved watching the dog; as much as it calmed him down, he made a note to point it out to you when you got there. Jeremy knows how much you’d love the dog, he can practically see eyes shining and your smile wide as you talk about how adorable they are.

He’s early; but that’s what Jeremy wanted. Follow up appointments aren’t fun, and he knows that you’d probably been told to rest, that a lot happened, and in order to heal properly, you’d need some time just napping, sitting, and laying around for a bit. Even if you hadn’t been told to rest and to take some time for yourself, Jeremy would be the biggest advocate for it. He’d played Night in the Woods, knowing that Mae can’t even eat solid food when she first gets home. Sure, this was fact and not fiction, but it was better to rest for a long time than to hurt yourself more because you thought you were okay. And there’s a tugging at Jeremy, knowing that if you’re late, he’d understand completely. The last time he’d been left in the park wasn’t your fault, as much as you wanted to put the blame on yourself. But it wasn’t, and if he was honest, the only thing Jeremy wanted was to keep you safe and happy. If you bailed last second because you were just too weak? He’d understand and just go home, maybe facetime you later if you really wanted to talk.

That, and it’s a nice day. The golden hour was just beginning, light blues and bright yellow sunrays now turning golden with each passing minute in the warm summer evening. Jeremy smiles to himself—you were definitely going to point out that it was the golden hour and how much you loved everything completely basked in the light of day, summer nights being almost as beautiful as the mornings when you wake up by yourself and enjoy a cup of coffee while waiting for the rest of the world to awaken. It’s peaceful, almost tranquil in the morning, and frankly, at the park. Maybe warmer, maybe more humid, but the idea was there, summer grills just beginning to be fired up in the distance around the suburban area. He wipes his hands on his jeans again.

Jeremy pulls out his phone, checking the time. It’s still 5 minutes before the range of times you said you’d be there, but he decides to look at the text you’d sent again. It was evidence, something that was real. This time you’d asked him to the park to talk and spend time with good company. Or at least, he assumed you liked him, given all the time you’d spent together. His eyes dance over the text, heating racing at the thought of spending more time with you before leaving for college.

You: Hey! I was released yesterday and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out? I want to make things up, but if you don’t, I totally understand!

His heart does a flip as he locks his phone; back into his dark wash jean pocket it goes. Jeremy had decided to wear the same outfit Brooke had recommended before; it was easy, the clothes were recently washed, and he didn’t have to ask for more help. There was also the added fact that Brooke probably knew you’d been hospitalized and might want details that Jeremy can barely keep a secret from any wondering questions. It was easier this way. Keeping this meeting as secretive as he could might keep you safe for longer than it would if anyone except Michael, his dad, and honestly probably Mrs. and Mrs. Mell knew it.

A breeze passes through and the leaves shake a little bit, sun streaming through each leaf and making it glow, the clapping washing through the area. Jeremy eyes the spot he’d been waiting at for a second. He can practically see the blanket, almost reliving the heartbreak and hurt of that night. He can remember the panic of figuring out, the minutes wasted at Michael’s house, Brooke walking her dogs with Chloe, the lie about the sweater—that damn sweater. Jeremy physically shakes his head of those thoughts, closing his eyes as he does so, refocusing on the white painted wooden gazebo bench. You’re totally fine. He never realized the gazebo had a light inside of it, but now that he was seated inside of the beautiful shelter, it made sense why this was such a popular date spot. Not that this was a date, it was just something you’d suggested.

But should he have brought something for you? You did just get out of the hospital after some pretty serious stuff. Maybe he should’ve gotten you flowers or a small stuffed animal that can fit in your bag; just a reminder that he cares and is there for you. Then again, if either of those things were found, that might be another reason for you getting injured at the hands of the inhuman monster you were dating.

Jeremy can hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and his head whips around to see you, giving him a smile. He notices your hand gripping the railing and immediately rushes up to help. Stepping down two of the stairs, he offers his arm to lean against for extra support. You gladly take it, smiling as a small “thank you” slips from your lips. The two of you get to the top, but Jeremy can’t fathom letting go as you step across to the bench that Jeremy had been sitting at. Another breeze, more clapping and sunshine. When the two of you reach the bench, Jeremy helps you sit down, flashes of grimaces come across your face, clearly still in pain from the events that happened before.

Once you’re seated, Jeremy follows suit, giving you some space so that if you need to adjust at any moment, you’re able to. It’s now that Jeremy is reminded of just how badly things had gotten. You had been in the hospital for a week and a half, but you still needed help doing basic actions, and probably had to recover from any movement. If it was from anything, it was probably the ribcage that really did you in. Jeremy had heard of really terrible abdominal surgeries, how patients can’t move properly for a while afterwards. Maybe that’s why he was so inclined to help you. Well, that, and what kind of deranged animal wouldn’t help someone who needed it? A person appeared in Jeremy’s mind, one that you knew too well, before he dismissed the thought and refocused on you.

It was now that Jeremy realized his sweater was in your hand, probably from the bag that now sat next to you. The sun kept shining as you began to speak, smiling at him with that sweet smile he’d seen several times before, and yet always seemed to forget how it made it him feel until it appeared on your face once again. “Hey, thanks for meeting me on such a weird notice. I wanted to meet up before we like get too busy because, you know, college and stuff.”

“No problem,” a blush creeps over Jeremy’s cheeks. He can feel the moisture accumulate against his hands again—he’s nervous. He shouldn’t be nervous around you anymore. He inhales, ready to say more, but you get there faster than he does.

“How are you?”

Blinking fast, Jeremy is taken aback by your question. He thought for sure that you wouldn’t ask about him. Wasn’t this meeting supposed to be about…he actually wasn’t sure anymore. But he was sure that he just wanted to see you again; maybe that’s why he’d said yes to meeting up at the same heinous spot. He somehow manages to stutter out a response to you, “O-Oh? I’m good. Yeah, uhh, how are you?”

You nod, eyes shifting to the floor before smiling at him once again. “I’m okay. Better now that I’m actually out of my house and doing something fun. Not just, you know, follow up doctor’s appointments and how I’m not supposed to do x or y or z until whenever.”

There’s a second that Jeremy can feel his entire face light up, turning redder than it had in weeks, perhaps since you’d agreed to go stargazing with him. You had just admitting to having fun with him. You wanted to see him, and Jeremy was just…so smitten by that fact. He can feel his heart flutter similar to a butterfly, almost hitting the edge of his ribcage so hard that he was sure it would make an escape. “I’m glad,” is all he can manage to get out, especially when you’re looking at him like he’s the entire world.

“Yeah, me too.” You smile wider before your eyes shift around, breaking away from your own gaze as you scan the gazebo. Your eyes finally land onto the flooring of the structure before you half mumble out a “Kinda sick of white walls right now.” A grimace comes across your face and remains for a few seconds, almost like those phrases alone could cause food poisoning in the next breath.

Jeremy pauses and remains observing you, just for a few seconds before it dawns upon him that you’re doing what he had been before—partially reliving that same fateful night, flashes from the white hospital walls and whatever else you’d seen. He isn’t sure what the interior of your boyfriend’s house looks like, but given that his house also has white walls, there has to be an element of that as well as the same hospital room you were so used to seeing. It’s what many would call a flashback, but he knows sometimes that doesn’t feel like the right term. He can practically see you crumbling, getting upset by your own attempt at a joke; knowing how damaging that is, knowing how painful it is that you just managed to hurt yourself while trying to be better, trying to forget. There’s a moment that he waits, debating on what to do, before making a bold choice and placing his hand onto the space between you to, having it rest onto the bench, palm towards the stars that would be appearing in a few hours. That way, it’s a choice, without you having to say something—usually normal bodily functions aren’t an option in these moments of needing help in the most eccentric way.

You look at his hand out of the corner of your eye, Jeremy’s gaze softening as he realizes you’re contemplating doing it. If there’s something he wants to be for you, it’s comfort, safety, the idea that he’s soft and would never, and he means ever, hurt his significant other intentionally. Fuck, he wouldn’t even do that to his friends. He doesn’t realize he’s beginning to zone out until Jeremy feels your hand slip into his open one, a contract of trust being enforced with every passing second that physical contact is made. He can see the etchings of the bruise that had been there before slipping out from behind your light long sleeves. You’re still staring at a specific point, unaware that every ounce of light around you now seems to point to you, as if you were the most important star in every galaxy, any galaxy. His mind shifts through the things that had been said to him by Michael when he got like this after the SQUIP, memories, choices, things haunting him as your mind flashes through everything. It’s now that he decides that Michael’s sayings might not work right now. So he shifted to the things Christine used to tell him; things she’d looked up because she cared and wanted to help so much. He can recall a specific phrase she’d said, one that rang in his head louder than anything else; the most important one that had ever been said. He quietly, almost a whisper, sent the phrase out, hoping it would help: “Hey, it’s over now. It’s okay.”

There’s a moment that you process the information before nodding and moving your head back to him, every quickly following. Your back is still practically cemented to the wall of the gazebo. Your hand squeezes his before you let go of it, finally letting Jeremy get a full view of your face when it’s just resting. He can see the outlines of the bruise and marks you had, your attempt at hiding them with makeup, but chose not to say anything. It was better for the both of you to leave the topic alone. He could feel himself tense, however, at the bruises that still littered your neck, the marks of struggle, of oxygen deprivation still there, almost glaring at him from the depths of that night. You softly whisper a “sorry” into the air, almost masked by the gentle breeze that keeps making its way through the area.

“It’s okay. I can’t imagine how hard this has been.” Jeremy wasn’t lying. He actually didn’t know about everything you were going through. He had an idea, but he obviously didn’t have all the information.

“Thanks.”

There’s another pause, and the air finally settles around you two, sunrays more golden than before, almost making the scene around you two angelic. It was like good was streaming through the gazebo and the park, even though almost everyone in the time zone had the same golden hour experience. But they didn’t matter right now. Their moment in the gold wasn’t as important as this one between you and Jeremy. It’s now that Jeremy notices that the dog and their owner is long gone, the jogger probably home for dinner. It’s just you two, spending time together in the secluded area.

A vibration rings out into the air, and you immediately look over, tension now shooting through every muscle, no matter the pain. It’s involuntary, a reaction, a reflex at this point. You picked up you phone; it must’ve just been resting on the bench, and read the message to yourself, not saying anything. Jeremy assumed that it was your mom or your best friend, despite the tension that was definitely something you’d been trained to do. Yeah, it was probably your parents asking about where you were, when you’d be home, or your best friend asking about when you’d be available so that you two could see each other before the ever-looming departure to college. You look you’re your shoulder, a flinch, before scanning the area around the gazebo, Ford’s Park never looking so graceful. There’s a pause, a rest, before you lock your phone, not typing out a reply and setting it back beside you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, tempted to look around in the same manner you just did.

“Yeah, totally. Just uhh I have plans after this. My boyfriend wants to make things up to me. But you now, he said he wasn’t home so uhh I was just making sure he wasn’t around. I don’t want to put you in danger, especially when all you’ve done is be my friend when things got rough. You shouldn’t be punished for that.”

Jeremy freezes. The warmth that was once around him, and frankly in him from your presence, was gone. You just said boyfriend. Not ex-boyfriend. Meaning that you were still in a relationship with him, meaning you were still in danger, meaning that this meeting just got that much more crucial; you couldn’t be seen in public with him, or else who knows what would happen? It was just accusations last time, right? But if he saw this, what would that mean? And why hadn’t you left him in the safety of the hospital? Why hadn’t you—

Jeremy stops himself. He knows that’s victim blaming, how hurtful those thoughts are, how painful it is for someone you consider a friend to say that. Refocusing, he notices that the end of your sentence was about him being in danger. But what about you? His heart sunk. You put him above yourself; you don’t care about what happens to you, even while still injured and still needing help to walk a few feet and up any stairs. At this point, another beating, another session of abuse, could result in your death. Fuck, how long had it been since someone told you that you mattered? And not just because you were supposed to work as a therapist, parent, and partner to someone who didn’t deserve it? How long had it been since someone had shown you some kind of softness that didn’t come from the short sessions with him? Because to him, you deserved it constantly and consistently. You deserved to be happy in your skin, or with someone if you so chose to. Not whatever the fuck this dysfunctional thing was. You deserved—

“I know, Jeremy. I know it’s bad that we’re dating still. I want to break up with him, I just…don’t know how.”

Jeremy nods, still somewhat staring off into space before meeting your eyes. “That’s totally understandable.”

And it was. Things like this needed to be handled with care. His thoughts drifted off into how you could break up with him safely, but his mind kept getting blocked. He didn’t know a lot about this situation, he didn’t know a lot about your boyfriend. He just had the urge to keep you safe. Then again, what about your parents? Didn’t they know what happened? And your best friend? The ones who were there for you when you needed it?

“What’s up?” You interrupt his thoughts once more, Jeremy warping back into the tranquil park, still abandoned by everyone except you two. A minute of worry soars from you; and suddenly Jeremy knows how quiet he’s been. He knows what that must read to you. He takes a second to relax, telling himself that it probably wasn’t good to blame your friends and family. If anything, your best friend was probably in the same boat as Jeremy. It wasn’t fair to think these things about you or your lifestyle, especially that you’d just confessed that you wanted out. It’s not your fault, this whole time, nothing has been your fault, despite what you’ve been told. And that was another thing, your boyfriend probably lied to people, they probably thought you’d just fallen down the stairs or something that wasn’t his fault. A lie he could perpetually tell himself so that he could continue to live in a lie.

“I’m just thinking about this whole situation,” he finally responds.

“I know, I’m stupid for not doing it sooner and stuff, but fuck, Jeremy, you have to understand that it’s not always bad. Sometimes it looks like everything is going to go back to what it was when we first started dating. This, right now, is an upswing until I’m back to full health. You know, like full HP.”

Both of you chuckle at that last statement, ease seeping through the wide windows of the gazebo as the sun continues to set in the West. It’s easier to talk now, and Jeremy fully understands your coping mechanism—or at least to understand that jokes from you are to laughed at, encouraged, and that it was just you talking about feelings in that typical passive way. The chuckles break out into full-fledged laughter after a second, something about “unfortunately, this isn’t like Zelda, where I’m going to get extra hearts for beating a boss”. The laughter was the only thing to beat out the whispers of the breeze, making the gold not only coming from the sun, but from you as well. It dies down after a minute or two, and finally you settle back down. Jeremy now notices the flinch that comes with laughter now, and he quickly has an “Are you okay?” flying from his mouth.

“Yeah, Jeremy. I think some of my pain meds are wearing off, but I think this conversation is worth it. I haven’t laughed like that in like decades.”

There’s another second that Jeremy nods before he speaks up again, concern laced with his words. “I would offer advice, but I don’t know the entire situation as well as you do. Please be safe though, okay?”

“Jeremy, you don’t need to worry about me. You should focus on you for a bit. I mean, we’re going off to college soon.” Your eyes set into the distance, almost fixed on one specific branch of a tree just outside of the gazebo. It’s similar to the one he’d seen a few minutes ago, but less intense. It’s more a deep in thought stare, rather than a mental health endangering gaze. But still, Jeremy can sense something is off.

“You okay?”

It’s soft and quiet, but he can see your hands tensing and clenching together, jaw remaining stoic. “Hmm?” you recover after a few seconds, unclasping your hands. “Oh, uhh yeah. Just thinking too much.”

The air settles as Jeremy’s mind turns its gears; he’s definitely heard that before. It only takes a few seconds before it pinpoints the exact reference. “Did you get that from Kate Marsh? Life is Strange, episode 1?”

“Shit, Jeremy, maybe you know me too well.”

You two laugh again, and even though yours is a little strained, the moment is almost perfect. This is what that night a week and a half ago should’ve been. Soft blushes, laughing at jokes that only you two understand, light hearts, light minds, and absolutely no worries. The added element of the stars would’ve made this moment absolutely marvelous, but the golden light turning pink would do; it was absolutely better than nothing, playing video games in Michael’s basement while worrying about your well being as Michael kicked his ass at Mario Kart again. But this? Yeah, he wouldn’t trade this time, this moment, for anything in the world. The laughter doesn’t continue for much longer, dying down into nothingness. The sun continues to set, almost making you look radiant. Jeremy’s heart skips a beat before he continues the conversation.

“What were you thinking so hard about?”

You almost flinch at the question, your own thoughts, anything that was happening in your brain before. Wiping your hands on your pants, much like Jeremy does, you begin to fidget, words coming shakily and oddly out of your mouth. “I don’t know. Just like I’ve lost a lot of friends and I don’t want to lose you. I think you deserve some stress-free alone time.”

Jeremy’s heart sinks. He offers up his hand once again, in the same manner as before, knowing that holding hands is grounding and helpful to him; he’s sure it’s helpful to you. He can see the hurt, the things he’d seen before, both in himself and in you from the past few minutes, past few months, but this time there’s an element that isn’t there before. You were alone. You were isolated. And most importantly, you thought that you were a burden to everyone, including your friends. This is exactly what your boyfriend wanted. He wanted you to not have a lifeline so that this could go on for years. Just like the SQUIP had done to Jeremy with Michael and with his dad. But Jeremy considered himself pretty smart. He knew the tactics, and knew that no matter what, no matter how hard your boyfriend tried, Jeremy would still call himself your friend. He’d been in the same situation and was still grateful to Michael. This was his chance to return the favor. He saw himself in you, saw that you needed someone, and Jeremy was more than happy to be that someone.

Throughout the thoughts, Jeremy’s hand must’ve relaxed, it folding in like a dead spider in the middle of winter. And the only way he knew that was because you grabbed your hand in his, squeezing it tightly, almost awakening him from a daydream of essentially being your hero; the protagonist that maybe doesn’t get the love interest but helps them get out of their crappy situation. He can feel your eyes on him, waiting for him to say something, anything. The desperation slipped through your gaze and oozed into Jeremy’s life.

But he doesn’t really have anything to say. Instead, he meets the gaze, mustering up all of the softness in his heart—which, was a lot while hanging out with you, at any given moment. He can feel himself change with every millisecond that you two are observing each other, hands perfectly intertwined. He squeezes back, and see the corners of your mouth turn upwards, pink making it’s way into your cheeks like pink had made its way through the sky, the golden hour slowly fading away. The rest of the world fades away, everything except the gazebo untouchable, you two unable to be disturbed in this beautiful moment, soft breezes keeping the temperature at almost a near perfect.

You sigh, shoulders relaxing as you keep your eyes stuck on him, love—platonic or not—steeping in the twilight. You inhale a little bit before something leaves your lips, a truth that had been always an undertone finally becoming an overtone. “Shit, I need to leave him, huh?”

Jeremy just nods, his thumb gently gliding across your hand, forming patterns, circles, and calming figures.

“How am I gonna do that? I’m sorry for like, talking about it. It just hits me sometimes.” Your eyes had broken the moment by now, again staring unambitiously at the world around you.

“You know him better than I do, but if you need my help, I’m prepared to do anything to offer it.

You nod before smiling at Jeremy once again. This time, you use your other hand to prop yourself up, turning yourself towards him. He wordlessly offers his other hand to help you, but you wave it away, almost creating a secret language between the two of you, enjoying the silence, the little stress of the moment. Another minute passes, and there’s an urge that soars in Jeremy’s chest. He knows it’s a bad urge, it’s something that should be suppressed, but he can see the same thing in you. There’s a second, a confirmation, before both of you begin to lean in, your other hand working as a kickstand while Jeremy squeezes your hand, slowly almost pulling you into him, into comfort, into something you both seemed to want. You smile widely as he follows your actions, excitement bubbling up and out of him as chuckles leave both of your mouths. It’s almost awkward, but it isn’t. The laughter makes it better, ringing out the rush of leaning in to kiss someone you like spending time with, someone you’d do anything for, someone who makes your life better, someone who keeps you grounded in every small and large gesture. The laughter rings out and circles around you two, finally getting close enough where Jeremy is about to speak, about to make sure this is okay, that you’re as comfortable as he is, that you want this as much as he does. He can see your hand out of the corner of his eye, a constant reminder to be gentle; you’re still injured, maybe you’d need his help once you two finally get to the end goal of this urge. Inhale. He opens his mouth for a second, ready to ask that one necessary question—

When your phone vibrates instead. He continues to hold you hand as you check your phone, both of you already knowing who the text is from, both of you knowing that this meeting is officially probably over. You sigh and lock your phone, still no reply coming from you. There’s a second that you squeeze his hand extra hard before you say something maybe not so surprising to him. “I wish I could stay here forever.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

You stop for a second before looking back at Jeremy, “Do you think I could cancel, or would that be shitty of me?”

Jeremy contemplates the choices. Cancelling like this could be dangerous, no matter how good the upswing. As much as he wants to spend the night with you, holding you and keeping you safe for sure, making sure you’re getting rest, fluids, and following every doctor’s orders, you need to be there. For your safety. “As much as I want to stay here with you, maybe?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you give a sad smile before continuing, “So, I should go. I mean, I’m supposed to be there now, but I don’t know, I lose track of time talking to you, I guess.”

He nods, unsure of how exactly to respond to that, before you give a little smile at him, this one brighter, genuine, the one he craves even in the deepest sleep. You let go of his hand, grabbing your bag and slinging it over yourself carefully. Your hand grabs his blue sweater, and you give it to him, folded nicely. Jeremy can’t help but put it on, it smells like you, brings sweet reminders of all-too-good moments that you no less than deserved. You blush, and he returns it, wordlessly telling each other how important that one article of clothing is. Placing your hands beside yourself, you get ready to stand up and be on your way.

Making a bold choice, Jeremy decides to help you up, standing before you with his arms stretched out, blue sweater reaching his wrists perfectly, delicately. You grab his hands, and he acts as a stabilizer, tugging you up as well as out of the seat. There’s a moment of equilibrium before you almost crash into him. He moves his hands by instinct so they wrap around you, holding you up against him, giggles coming from both of you as the action is done. The both of you get stable after a second, the giggles fading as you two realize your faces are inches apart from one another.

Jeremy looks at you, making sure you’re okay; you’re not usually this quiet. What he sees etched into your features is a look he hasn’t seen before. It’s like your committing every aspect of this moment to memory, every curve of his face, the way he blushes (which he was sure he was doing), the way that the conversation went, every noise, every time the clapping leaves made themselves known, the depleting of the golden hour, every hue that is basked around you two, every little thing about every little moment—even the one that was fading away. At least, that’s what Jeremy can assume you’re doing; that’s what he’s doing. But this look is something new, newer light inside of you making itself known like in a Pre-Raphaelite painting, eyes looking directly at him rather than somewhere in the distance. The best word he could come up with to describe the way you’re looking at him was wonder. You’re looking at him in wonder, almost like he’s everything. But that was a lie. You were everything; feeling himself looking at you in the same manner.

He can feel you inhale, body still somewhat against his as he helps you stay afloat. Your lips barely part, a simple request making its way into reality. “Jeremy, can I kiss your cheek?”

“Uhh…what?” Jeremy asks, still processing everything, still encrypting everything into memory. He finally catches up, face flushing red, “Oh uhh yeah.”

You smile at him, and he can feel that smile imprint onto his face, soft lips set his whole body aflame, passion keeping his face completely red, your touch still lingering on his cheek. You pull away and readjust so you’re just holding both of his hands like you once had. You begin to walk towards the steps, hands slipping out so you can grab the railing and make your way away. You aren’t that far away, maybe a foot if he was generous with scaling, before he catches himself, mind reeling still from the simple gesture you’d given him. “Wait,” he starts, before his brain finally catches up. “Can I kiss your forehead?”

Smiling, you nod and give a little “Yeah, of course.” His face breaks out into a wide smile; stepping closer to you and making sure that both of you are stable before he presses his smile against your forehead, giving a soft kiss to it as he can practically hear your smile as he pulls away. Everything is still for a split second before reality hits both of you once again, twilight quickly turning into night.

“I have to go.” Jeremy can hear the sadness in your voice as you rearrange once again, this time to walk down the stairs. Your gaze returns to what it once was, eyes almost glass as you look into the distance.

You two descended the three steps, you leaning against Jeremy the entire time. The moment you two reach the bottom, your arm extends as you walk away, hand slipping away from his in an almost sinisterly slow way. The touch is gone, the moments deceased to memory, as you stepped off, away, and back to your car that must have parked in a spot close enough that you didn’t need help walking back. It probably wouldn’t look great either if he was helping you that much, knowing that you were already late and if someone reported to your boyfriend that you were in his arms that would be just as bad as cancelling on him last second.

He watches you walk away, off into the distance before realizing how creepy that probably is. Jeremy grabs his keys from his pocket, phone still situated where it had been before. He walks carefully back to his car, hoping, wishing, that this is the last date you’ll ever be on with your boyfriend.

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The Lord Rejoices: Chapter 4

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~Updates every Sunday~ During Temple Gate’s founding years, Marta nears womanhood and wonders of God’s plan for her.

*Warning that we’re getting into some game-typical subject matter in this chapter. Please proceed with caution.*

Chapter 4:

Paige said nothing the following day. Not when the teacher called on her. Not when class let out for recess. Not even when the bells chimed. She stormed past Marta and Otis wordlessly.

Otis raised an eyebrow, leaving Marta to pursue, shouting after her. “Paige, wait!”

Paige looked over her shoulder for only a moment before speeding up. “Leave me alone.”

Though Paige nearly ran, Marta easily caught up to her. “But why? I won’t tell anyone. I swear it.”

Paige stopped and spun around to face Marta. Her eyes were puffy and her hands balled into fists. “Like how you didn’t tell me what was going to happen!?”

Her exclamation rang through town square. A group of laborers glanced to Paige, but only Marta responded. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Don’t you play dumb!” Tears bubbled in the corners of Paige’s eyes. “You must have known! He tells you everything so why couldn’t you tell me!?”

“I don’t understand.” Marta shrank. “What is it that I should have known?”

“Just forget it! It’s too late now, but maybe if I had known—” Paige rubbed her eyes. “There...there had to have been something I could have done, but—” She swallowed a sob. “How was I supposed to know on my own!?”

Marta’s tone became serious. “Paige, what are you talking about?”

Paige stared at her in disbelief. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“I swear to God that I don’t know what you speak of. I hardly even see Papa these days, he’s so busy. He couldn’t have told me anything.”

Paige seemed to speak more to herself than Marta. “Maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference. If he really...how was I supposed to fight back…”

“Fight back what?” Marta asked slowly, reluctantly.

“The prophet’s desire to lie with me.” All color drained from her face. Her voice shrank to a whisper, eyes wide.

Any words that would bring Paige comfort remained in the back of Marta’s throat.

“You don’t have anything to say to that?”

Marta shook her head, as if awoken from slumber. “It...it is a great honor to receive the prophet and his seed.”

“Then why did it hurt so much!?” Tears escaped Paige at last, streaming down her cheeks.

People stopped and stared. Hammering against the buildings fell silent. Someone might have approached if Marta wasn’t so quick to take Paige’s hand and guide her aside to a shaded area. She claimed a stiff, uncomfortable bench of wood on the verge of splintering and sat beside Paige.

Her cries evolved into sobs in the passing minutes. Other schoolgirls had wept in that same spot before, collapsing onto the bench when walking home. Marta had always passed them by. She had never bothered to find the reason for their weeping.

“Are you feeling better now?” Marta asked when Paige only sniffled.

“No!” Though she shouted, too many tears strained her voice. It came out like a final gasp. “It still hurts. Even though I waited and waited for that pleasure everyone spoke of, it never came and I just felt gross after, and it hurt so much…” She buried her face in her apron and cried again.

“At least it’s over now, right?” was all Marta could offer.

Paige froze, uncovering her face. “...Is it? You don’t think he’ll come to me again, do you?”

Marta opted to look at the dirt instead of meeting Paige’s gaze. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t know.”

“But—” A hiccup interrupted. “You can ask him.”

“W-what? No...I couldn’t.”

“And why not? He couldn’t be angry if it was you. Maybe you can even tell him I wouldn’t be fit to bear children. That way he wouldn’t even want to come to me. Oh, Marta, please tell me you’ll try. He’d have to listen to you.”

Marta shifted. “I don’t know…”

“Even if he doesn’t, if I just know when he’ll come back, I...I can figure something out! If I pretend I’m sick, make myself unappealing to him, just maybe...” She wiped the last of her tears away.

“I suppose...I can try…”

Paige let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Marta. Thank you…”

“But I can’t promise his answer.”

“I know, I know. It’s just that...it’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

Marta nodded.

“Thank you.” Paige attempted a smile, but not even a second later, she wept. Her cries were loud and tears heavy. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m still crying…”

Marta said nothing. She only sat beside her until she quieted.

They parted ways then. Paige returned home to rest. Marta went the opposite way to her large, empty home.

Upon entering, she attended to as many chores as possible to distract from the gnawing pain in her stomach. She swept the floors, dusted the shelves, and organized the ice box twice. By the time it came to prepare dinner, her limbs weighed her down and her head spun. Even so, she forced herself through the motions.

The table was first set with only her spot, until she realized Knoth’s space was neglected. She went to fetch him a plate, but before she could reach the table, the door opened.

The plate fell and shattered at her feet as she looked into Knoth’s eye. A silence filled the distance between them, until Marta forced, “Welcome home, Papa.”

Knoth raised an eyebrow. “Good evening, child.”

“I’ll clean that up right now.” Marta hurried to the closet to fetch the broom and dustpan. She herded the jagged shards into the pan. When Knoth offered to help, she pretended not to hear and passed him by to dispose the mess.

She fetched a new plate and reset his spot, filling it with the oversized portions he always requested. One wrong move and the abundance would spill.

“Many thanks,” Knoth said when she set the feast before him. “It’s been so long since I’ve had your cooking.”

“It has been,” Marta murmured. Her fork scraped across the plate, mixing the mashed potatoes with the meat, but she never took a bite.

“So how have you been, my child?” He asked halfway through his serving. “I feel as if I hardly see you these days.”

Marta’s eyes remained glued to the table. “I’ve been well. How about yourself?”

“Far too busy. You know how the farmers get when winter is near. This year has been most bountiful, yet they still fear we won’t have enough to survive the winter.” He shook his head. “We’ve survived each year, even when there was little to spare. You think their faith would be stronger by now.”

“Uh-huh.” Marta’s stomach tightened.

Knoth set his fork and knife down and looked at Marta. “Something is troubling you.”

“Hm?” At last, she took a bite. The food tasted like ash through the seasonings and grease.

Knoth waited until she swallowed before speaking up.

“Tell me what is on your mind, child. It pains me to see you so downcast.”

She shrugged. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Marta.”

“Actually…” She took a deep breath. “There is something I would like to ask you.”

“Is that all?” Knoth chuckled. “Then you need only ask. You have my ear.”

She sighed before lifting her gaze. “Papa—” She cut short when looking into the hollow eye socket. It was dark as the nights when she waited in the wilderness for his return. To look into that emptiness made her shiver as if the icy wind passed through her still. “May I be excused? I feel unwell.”

Knoth reached across the small table to place a hand to her forehead. She stiffened at his touch, but held her tongue.

“Yes, you do feel quite feverish.”

Marta relaxed when he retracted his hand.

“If that is all, then I agree retiring early would be wise,” he said.

“Thank you.” She started to rise when Knoth cleared his throat.

“After you’ve had a few more bites.” He pointed to her nearly full plate.

“But Papa—”

“Just a few, please,” He pleaded rather than demanded. “You already eat so little…”

Marta said nothing as she sat. She quickly cut four bites, and forced herself to eat them, barely chewing enough to swallow. Setting her silverware down, she stood from the table. “Good night, Papa.” She hurried up the stairs to her room and slammed the door.

She leaned against the wall and curled into herself. Clutching her aching gut, she remained there until the queasiness dissipated, and went to her bed to take the gospel from the bedside table. Flipping to Chapter 10, she ran her finger down the page until she reached Verse 5.

'And I asked the Lord for guidance of the temptations of many wives and a voice of strong wine spoke: know ye not Abraham, Jacob, David, and Solomon. Verse 6: It is simply commanded that you take no woman as rival to her sister. Do not uncover one’s nakedness while the other is alive.'

Marta read and reread the verse that followed.

'Nor take your daughters as rival to their mothers before their blood or while the elder is alive.'

Her hands grasped at the dark cross she wore around her neck. Once, it belonged to her mother; the same mother she likened as dead, just as Paige’s mother who had abandoned her long before the testament.

Heavy footsteps interrupted her reading, their sound so familiar that she could barely remember a time they weren’t there. Marta lowered the gospel and listened as they stopped right outside the door. She waited for a knock or a ‘good night,’ but neither came. Nothing came. Taking a deep breath, she remained, but the silence dragged so long that she had to release it. Only then did the footsteps return, distancing with each step.

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