#i wrote that all down in like…… maybe 30 minutes? very rushed
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oktoramaa · 11 months ago
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Honk....shoo
Zzzzzz
Mmmmshow/movie au contentmmmmzzzzz
honkshoo
oh wowie someone remembers this!!!!
i wrote down a summary of a good portion of the plot, and i have this very lazy little drawing with liz and charlie from a bit ago (all the way down at the end)
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after a few failed attempts of owning restaurants (all linked to death), william and henry come up with an idea for a show that increasingly gets more dark in content as the show progresses.
it starts off more sitcom-y and works its way up to being high production and dark in plot. the whole show they run is just a reenactment of the fnaf lore basically. what would happen if william killed kids in am attempt to study and gain immortality and accidentally kill himself in a suit of his and henrys creation? who knows!
little does anyone know that the deaths linked to their dead and gone restaurant franchise would come back to bite them in the ass, as the souls of those who died now haunt the set the show is filmed on (making way for some good behind the scenes commentary)
a big part in the production of their show is method acting. the whole immortality thing was getting a bit interesting for william. a little too interesting… in a long process of getting life insurance, paying things off, creating a will and testament, plus many attempts to stray away from this plan (courtesy of henry), william springlocks himself for the show, and it gets cancelled, only resurfacing after a long while, until they decide to reboot the show…
william survives this all. his method acting was definitely something since his body very accurately rotted over a couple of decades, just what the story called for! williams determination to finish a show that he’s truly satisfied with basically takes over his every thought, while henry suggests compromise after compromise to get william to stop endangering himself and others through production. it was never enough to get him to stop.
anyways in between a lot of this, a bunch of behind the scenes things, bonus features, interviews, things like that fill in a lot of outside relationships with everyone. for the most part, they’re all buddy-buddy with eachother, even the animatronics!! (yes, the animatronics are sentient here. all just because i enjoy them having personalities)
tl;dr, william covers up the murders with a show. the props were real.
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woah ok that was a lot for me to write down whoops, but it’s all still just a rough idea of what it could be. of course i’ll tweak it here n there because some of it probably doesn’t make sense, but i would love any contributions to it! ❤️
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lixie-phoria · 11 months ago
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━━ ⟡ new year's day ꒱
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kissing your boyfriend under the fireworks was straight out of a fairy tail, complete with the pre-climax angst and a tooth-rotting happy ending
felix x gn!reader / warnings - fluff!! / 0.6k words / a/n - happy new year loves 🫶🏼 I'm sorry this is so rushed I wrote it in 15 minutes 😭
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"the audacity of that boy," you curse, eyes scanning frantically through the crowd for any sight of a familiar mop of dyed blonde hair, but in vain.
"two more minutes!" someone cheers, and the crowd bursts into a fit of ecstatic chatter and anticipation.
you stand alone, fists anxiously clenching by your side as you try to calm down. felix had been right here, literally 30 seconds ago. but you made the mistake of looking away for a fraction of a second and he was gone. just like that. vanished into thin air.
"pick up pick up pick up," you mutter as you bring your phone to your ear, chewing at your lip anxiously.
you get directed to voice mail.
he was going to get it when you found him.
"60 more seconds! start counting!"
felix couldn't have chosen a worse timing to leave you alone, really. it's your first new year as a couple, and he'd been so excited to kiss you under the fireworks at midnight. he had suggested the entire date. and then he disappeared a minute before the big moment.
"I can't believe this," you whisper to nobody in particular, slinking away to the back of the crowd unnoticed.
curse him and his short height. you would never find him in this mass.
you just hoped he was alright at least.
30 seconds.
nearly everyone is with their partner, the air filled with excitement. your heart falls into a bottomless pit of anxiety.
15 seconds.
the sky is dark, waiting to be lit up at any moment now.
this is ok, you think unconvincingly. maybe something important came up.
you try calling him again. voicemail, again.
3.
2.
1.
the first cracker goes off in a burst of colours, painting the night sky with strokes of purple and gold and pink. it leaves you awestruck, the shades reflecting on the waters of the Han River.
"happy new year!"
but the voice doesn't come from the crowd. it comes from behind you, and you whip around to see your boyfriend standing there with the giddiest smile on his face, bouncing on the balls of his feet. and in his hands is the biggest bouquet of flowers you have ever seen, flowers of all shades and shapes.
"surprise!"
you can barely register what he's doing until he pulls you closer, the bouquet squished between your bodies as his lips meet yours halfway.
fireworks of your own go off behind your eyes as you melt into the kiss, smiling when he groans at the sensation of you tangling your fingers in his roots.
he's here.
you deepen the embrace, ignoring the crinkling of the paper and the fireworks going off in the sky.
he's here, and it's perfect, just as you had imagined it would be.
"sorry I left. wanted this to be worth it," he mumbles, finally pulling away, bashfully handing you the bouquet.
"felix i-"
it's so pretty. you gap at it as the colours of the fireworks paint the flowers in mixed hues.
"happy new year, angel. I love you."
there's very little you can do to stop yourself from throwing yourself at him again, your lips a tangle of love and desperation.
he tastes like the brownies you both had baked that afternoon to bring to the site. he probably ate a few when he went back to the car to get the bouquet. you giggle at the thought. so predictable.
"I love you too, lixie. happy new year."
he's here. he's yours. and it's all you want.
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thatcoyperson · 11 months ago
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// SESSION 9 SECRET LIFE SPOILERS [the ending] AND I MEAN MAJOR ONES
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I got this idea from what Martyn said during his lore stream the other day and it cured me of my writers block, so I wrote this in a few hours after hearing it
[CW for blood, mentions of death, and I feel like the fact that my friend was saying "it all hurts" for like 30 minutes after reading this counts for something]
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It’s over Scar. She's dead.
Standing in the ravine, Scar stared blankly at the stone ahead of him as those ghostly words echoed in his mind.
It was over.
He’d won.
Despite everything, he’d won.
A breathy laugh escaped him. It didn't feel like a win. Nothing about this did. It felt hollow and empty, meaningless.
A win was supposed to be a grand show to the world that you can make it to the end, a final showing that it can be done despite everything. One last stand against the world. That's what a win was meant to be.
But this wasn't any of that, not when Scar was stuck frozen in place, the faint rhythmic sound of liquid dripping off the rocks somewhere behind him being the only thing he could hear once the blood rushing to his ears subsided. How was any of this meant to feel like a win, like the grand finale to something that had been the last few months of his life when it was the furthest thing from grand? When he felt the furthest thing from victorious? How was he even meant to feel victorious or grand in a situation like this? He'd spent the whole season alone just trying to make friends, only for him to win by shooting the closest person he has to one of those.
Alone…
He never liked being alone.
How did he win while he was alone?
How did the guy with no friends win?
He laughed to himself, bow still held in one hand, and using the other to push his hair back. A pained smile was painted across his face as he laughed, asking himself how? How did he win? How did he make it this far all alone? How did he manage to tell himself that just one more day, one more day and it would be worth it enough times to where he won? It didn't make sense. Not to him at least.
No matter how long he stood there wondering to himself, there was still one thing that was left to be done. Hit the button.
He had succeeded his task after all, right? Scar had won, despite how meaningless this victory truly was.
All he had to do was hit the button and it would all be over. It would finally end. He could go back to Hermitcraft, his home, his friends. He finally wouldn't be alone anymore.
It didn't quite feel like his own movements when he started to climb out of the ravine, disconnected from everything going on. He desperately ignored the hazy sight of a red shawl to the side of his vision, feeling sick if he put any thought into what he knew was laying under it.
He didn't feel nearly as sick passing by a similar black shawl on the ground up on the surface, orange hair catching his eye for a split second as he slowly made his way across the blood stained grass and battle worn landscape of the world. And, shortly after, he reached the statue that stood in the centre of it all.
The Secret Keeper.
The being that doomed him from the very start. Quietly, he wondered to himself, was it proud? Proud that it's favourite player to mess with - proud that the one it moulded into the unwilling villain - had won? Was it proud of everything it had done, all the pain and suffering it caused? Or did it even think at all. Maybe it was just a simple stone statue, designed to have no will or intention, to have the sole purpose of handing out tasks at random, and Scar was just losing it from being alone for so long. He’d likely never get an answer.
It didn't matter though. Not when he was about to leave, not when he was about to finally be free from this hell he was stuck in, not when he was going to finally be able to see his friends again.
Letting out a shaky breath, Scar reached down and pressed the button.
A faint click echoed around the area, and then nothing. Nothing happened. It was just silence. No gust of wind to whisk him away back home, no welcoming voices of the hermits congratulating him on his win as they fade into view. No anything. Just silence. Painfully loud silence. Nothing changed. He was still there. Alone.
“Uhm… haha real- real funny there guys,” Scar chuckled awkwardly, his voice filled with unease. Why was he still here? That should’ve worked. Staring up at the Secret Keeper, he waited for a moment to see if it would react at all.
Nothing.
With a level of anxiety he hadn’t felt before, the button was pressed again, and again nothing happened. The world continued to stand still around him.
The feeling of unease began to grow in Scar’s gut, mixing with fear and making him feel sick all over again. “Aha, ok now thats-” The button was pressed again. Nothing. “-that’s enough this isn’t-” Again. Nothing. “-this isn’t funny anymore- oh god no please.”
Scar’s chest tightened the more he pressed on the button, becoming more and more desperate every press. “No no please just- please just take me home please I can’t do this anymore please.”
Tears began to swell in his eyes, panic truly setting in as he pleaded for an escape. Why wasn’t it working- why wasn’t it doing anything?! Was it broken now that the game was over? Was that why he was stuck- why he couldn’t get this stupid button to work?!
Falling to his knees beside the button, his head hit against the corner of the pedestal it was on. Pain slashed across his forehead at the impact, and he could feel the sickeningly familiar warmth of blood begin to well from the cut.
“PLEASE GOD JUST LET ME GO HOME!” he screamed, hitting the button again and again, his hand becoming sore and bruised the more time went on. The more he begged and pleaded and cried for whatever stupid entity was in control of this game to just let him go.
All he wanted was to go home, to see Jellie, to see his friends, to not be alone anymore. He’d been alone for too long, wasn’t that enough?
Loud cries and desperate pleas slowly turned into quiet sobs, and he brought his hand away from the button, resting them both on the edge of the pedestal beside his head.
“Please…” he sobbed, blood running down into his eyes and mixing with his tears. “Please just let me go.” a moment passed for him to catch his breath. Then, quietly: “I can’t do this anymore, please…”
His pleas went unheard. He was alone.
Alone…
He never liked being alone.
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eunseoksimp · 7 months ago
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Omg i am the one who requested a part 2 for the "love me , love me not " and i was told to suggest my ideas through the inbox, I wasn’t even sure where to do that soo yeah.. if this is the right section I’m glad. First of all ,your writing always makes me soo mad (in a good way) and makes me want to beg for more, even though I love your writing and would prefer the story you could come up with you kindly ask for my suggestions so hear me out, Eun Seok is kinda of obsessed with Yumi even though he has a girlfriend and their relationship was steady and better this time so he starts spending all of his time with his gf which make yumi feel insecure, hurt and everything (you named it) so she starts to distance herself from him which leads to his mental break down. Also, make her hate him a little bit and make it very toxic.. Kinda. This is all no pressure 💕 like I said it was too good in my head
thank you so much, for liking my work and also sending me this request. i initially had no intentions of writing a part 2, but your ideas definitely helped me.
i got extremely carried away (over 6k words is crazy), and i wrote a lot of this at work, so i hope you enjoy :)
Toxic!Eunseok x Yumi
Warnings: extreme manipulation and gaslighting, mentions of depression and substance abuse, suggestive content, basically eunseok just being the worst person ever.
read part one for some background on their dynamics here.
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‘i’m sorry yumi, you know i love you.’
she’d heard this all before, eunseok pleading for her mercy, telling her that he loved her and not to get mad at him. and of course she would easily find herself forgiving him, melting into his touch as she told him not to worry. tonight was the same.
eunseok was supposed to take yumi out the day before, to celebrate the one year since they began their own messed up version of a relationship. only, that didn’t happen because he instead rushed over to his actual girlfriend’s side for her art exhibition.
he was so caught up in showing up for her, that he forgot to at least inform yumi. she spent two hours, doing her makeup till she was sure her face was perfect, curling her hair and ignoring the times she burnt her neck with the barrel. she had put much thought into her outfit, mulling over the better option for what felt like 30 minutes.
then she waited, excitement flaring up inside of her as she anticipated his arrival. even as the time ticked away, getting closer and closer to the time of their booking she still waited.
she sat upright in her living room, not wanting to rumple her clothes, ignoring the growling noises being emitted from her stomach because she didn’t want to ruin her makeup.
‘i’m sure it’s just traffic. maybe he got caught up in something. maybe this is all part of his big surprise.’
she comforted herself with these possible scenarios, trusting that eunseok would come to her eventually, like he always did.
only this time was different. she sat on standby until the clock struck midnight, their anniversary passing her by in a flash.
it was only then that it became obvious that maybe, for once, he wasn’t coming today.
she sighed, ridding herself of her jacket first, and untying the ribbons weaving up her calves to free herself from her heels, kicking them across the room.
at a slow pace, she began to undo her hard work, messing up her hair, wiping off her makeup, getting changed back into her pyjamas. every two minutes she would tap her phone screen, expecting a call or a text from eunseok. but there was nothing.
and even though she felt hurt, even though there were tears pricking the corner of her eyes, her lip quivering, all she could think was, ‘i hope he’s okay.’
the next day rolled over, and yumi didn’t get much sleep, in the event that eunseok would call her, explaining the whole situation to her, telling her how he wished to be there with her, how mad he was that he didn’t get to see her yesterday.
but it was radio silent. she had made up her mind that if he didn’t communicate with her by midday, she would go over to his house to see him. she knew that he might not be pleased, seeing as he always told her to never show up to his place unannounced.
but she was sure he would understand, that she was just worried, and maybe he would feel her sincerity. only to be met with a totally different reaction.
‘you shouldn’t be here,’ eunseok dragged yumi inside first, looking back to make sure no one saw her before following after.
‘i’ve told you not to-‘
‘come to your house unannounced. i know this eunseok,’ yumi would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little dejected at his response to seeing her. did he not miss her like she did?
‘then why did you come? you know how much i hate it,’ he looked agitated, hands in his pockets as he stared her down.
‘our anniversary. you didn’t show yesterday and i thought something happened,’ she couldn’t help the sob that escaped her lips at the end of her sentence, frustrated and angry at the fact that even though her feelings were hurt, eunseok’s were more of a priority.
at the sight of her face, and how close she looked to breaking down, eunseok began what he called damage control.
‘i’m sorry yumi, i had an emergency yesterday then my phone died. you know i would have loved to take you out,’ he lied, but she was none the wiser, sniffling as she aggressively wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.
‘i really wanted to see you.’
‘i’m sorry yumi, you know i love you,’ and with those simple words, he had her in the palm of his hands. she would go on and on about how much she loved him too, about how relieved she was that he was okay.
‘let’s go out today then, it can be a late anniversary celebration,’ yumi suggested, moving to wrap her arms around his waist. eunseok flinched, not unnoticed by her as she frowned, stepping back.
‘sorry it’s just… i’m supposed to go watch a movie with minjeong,’ he refused to look her in the eye, afraid of her reaction.
but before she could say anything, there was a brisk knock on the door before the sound of someone entering the passcode traveling all the way to the living room.
as quickly as he could he almost shoved yumi, rushing to the door, not even bothering to look back at her.
‘hey baby,’ he lifted her into his arms, spinning her around in the process as minjeong squealed, arms coming around his neck to steady herself.
when he eventually put her down, she grabbed him by the neck to give him a kiss. it was deep, and it lasted long enough for yumi to feel the ache in her heart intensify.
minjeong pulled away, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before her eyes finally settled on yumi, shuffling awkwardly on the spot, eyes darting around the room.
‘hi?’ she tilted her head, looking back at eunseok to explain who the mysterious girl was.
‘my love this is yumi, she’s my partner for the new project we have. she came over to get some materials,’ he waved yumi off like she was insignificant, his eyes set only on minjeong.
when had his love changed? since when was she reduced to just a classmate, someone not even worth a decent introduction.
it hurt, immensely, and the corner of yumi’s lips quivered as she tried desperately to hold her cries in, making her way out of the apartment.
she looked back one more time, eunseok not even concerned about her feelings, or at least subtly trying to make sure she was okay.
that evening the rain poured down heavily, the wind spraying every single drop in her direction.
she felt her clothes cling to her body, and the way her fingertips were slowly turning red, a sharp pain accompanying it.
she didn’t flinch when the car that sped past her had drove over a puddle, splashing her in the process and adding more to her pain.
‘he doesn’t love me anymore. eunseok doesn’t love me anymore,’ these were the only thoughts consuming her mind, as she walked in a zombie like state.
she felt numb, like she was floating and observing her lifeless body drag herself through the city, no destination in mind, legs walking on their own.
‘why doesn’t he love me?’ she was so preoccupied, trapped into her own mind that she didn’t notice the once green crossing signal turn red, or the sounds of the cars revving their engine.
she stepped into the middle of the road, mind still far away until she felt two strong arms pull her backwards, almost stumbling in the process.
for a split second she was hopeful, whipping around, praying that it would be eunseok behind her, telling her how worried he was, that all the things he did in front of her face was an act so minjeong wouldn’t get suspicious.
instead she was met with the face of a complete stranger, towering over her, his eyes raking over her now shaking figure, worried about her.
unable to hold it in any longer, she broke down in his arms, the grief crashing down onto her as she clung into him, choked sobs leaving her mouth.
although he didn’t know her, he felt sympathy, pulling her closer to him and he let her cry, offering gentle rubs on her back.
she cried and cried, until she was certain there was no more water left in her body to expel, and yumi felt weak, unable to move from this strangers embrace.
‘do you have your phone with you,’ he asked, still practically cradling her.
she shook her head, closing her eyes as she felt an impending headache.
‘how about remembering anyone’s phone number? someone who could come and help you? could you do that?’ he was ever so gentle with her, treading lightly due to her sensitive state.
he handed her his phone, watching as she put some numbers in his phone. he stayed with her as she explained to the other person on the line that she needed them to pick her up.
‘thank you,’ her voice was hoarse, and barely above a whisper as she gave him back his phone, but nonetheless she expressed her gratitude.
‘you’re welcome…’ his voice trailed off when he realised he didn’t know her name.
‘jung yumi, my name is yumi.’
‘nice to meet you yumi, i’m sungchan, same jung clan too,’ he smiled warmly down at her, and she managed to also reciprocate a weaker one.
‘then maybe fate brought us together.’
sungchan stayed with her until chaewon ran up towards them, hugging her tightly as she went on about how worried she was.
‘thank you so much for taking care of my yumi. lord knows what would have happened if you weren’t here,’ chaewon said to him as he helped her walk yumi to her car.
‘it was my pleasure. i couldn’t leave her all alone out here.’
he pitied the young girl, wondering what could have possibly occurred that could turn her into this state. but he knew better than to pry, especially when it seemed like she was still recovering.
so he did all he knew he could do to help, by helping yumi get into the car, waving off the two girls and waiting till they turned the corner till he made his own way back, wishing her the best.
but yumi on the other hand was broken. chaewon had taken her home, promising to stay over with her as they cuddled on the couch, indulging in sweet treats and mediocre romantic comedy films.
‘is it eunseok again?’ she asked after a while, her chin resting on her head as yumi snuggled further into her chest. she didn’t have to reply for chaewon to know that he was the cause of her agony, the silence filling in the gaps.
‘one day i’ll kill that man i swear, for hurting you.’
‘you can’t. i don’t think i know how to live in a world without him,’ yumi whispered, and chaewon just sighed. she was so irrationally in love with him, it would be hard for her to move on.
‘yes you can. you’ve done it before, and you’ll do it again. it’s time for you to let that bastard go.’
she said nothing else, allowing yumi to soak in her own thoughts, wanting her to build the conviction to free herself from his clutches and rediscover that her own happiness did not revolve around that boy.
even though she knew it might really be time to move on and leave him alone, that it wasn’t logical to cling onto someone who clearly didn’t love her back anymore, she still waited for a call or even just a text.
maybe he would come around and realise that he needed her just as much as she needed him. but days turned into two weeks, and she received no attempts of contact from eunseok.
wallowing in despair seemed to be the only thing she knew how to do, frequenting bars and the liquor store whilst she consumed unhealthy amounts of alcohol. the thought of food repulsed her, and she was unable to stomach anything, sticking to supplements and her sparse drinking of water.
she had become defunct, devoid of any signs of a real human being inhabiting her body. it was hard for chaewon to watch, and she became more and more distraught.
‘let’s just go to a cafe or something. it doesn’t have to be a big deal, grab a few drinks, talk, anything to get you out of the house,’ chaewon pleaded with her, willing to do anything to get her out of her funk and able to assimilate back into society.
‘i don’t feel like it chae, im tired.’
‘you haven’t left your room in three days, yumi i’m starting to get scared,’ she held her hand in hers, crouching down till they were eye level.
‘please just try, for me. i just want you to be ok.’
eventually she gave into the begging, allowing her to drag her every which way in her apartment, helping her wash her hair, picking out her outfit, even adding a little bit of makeup.
yumi couldn’t wait to be back in bed, but she bore with the pain for a little while, just to please chaewon. she took her to a cosy cafe, not too far from where she was that day when she had almost been in an accident.
‘welcome to sm cafe, can i-’ the server froze, pausing mid-sentence as yumi looked up from her phone to peer curiously, only for her eyes to widen in recognition.
‘sungchan? you work here’
he was pleasantly surprised to see her, given that he would find at random times during the day that his mind would flash back to thoughts of her, whether she was still as emotionally wrecked, or if she was able to eat or sleep well in her state.
he had caught himself a few times, finger hovering over chaewon’s unsaved number, debating whether he should call and find out, but he decided against it, convinced they would find him weird.
that was why even though he was supposed to be working, his eyes would often drift over to where they were sitting. he recognised the affliction swimming in her irises, and it let him know that she clearly hadn’t been doing well.
even know, her spoon stirred idly around her cup, forcing a smile on her face as she listened to what her friend was talking about.
they stayed for a little over two hours, before chaewon got a phone call about a late shift change that required her to be at work. she knew if she dropped yumi back home she would go back to bed rotting, so she came up with a plan.
‘you should treat sungchan to a drink, for saving you that day. it would do you some good to stay out a bit longer,’ and before yumi could protest she gave her a kiss on the head and dashed out. sungchan stood awkwardly at the foot of the table, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but eager to be able to spend some time with her.
‘i have a one hour break. i could sit with you if you didn’t mind,’ he offered, and although she would give anything to be snuggled up in bed, she didn’t want to appear rude to the stranger who kindly cared for her.
‘i don’t mind, you can sit down.’
it was uncomfortably silent for a couple of minutes, sungchan fiddling with the ring on his index finger. trying not to stare too hard, whilst yumi played with the bracelet on her wrist.
‘i should um- definitely saying thank you. you know for looking after me that day.’
‘it was my pleasure. i’m glad nothing bad happened to you,’ he answered, witness to how yumi’s facial expressions softened for a second and she bit her lip. like she was trying urgently not to cry in front of him again.
‘yumi, is everything alright?’ his tone was gentle, and the question transported her back to her first ever meeting with eunseok. unable to hold back any longer, a few tears slipped as she shook her head, taking sharp inhales.
‘i know i’m just a stranger, and i have no right to ask this of you. but please talk to me, i want to help in anyway that i can.’
so yumi explained everything from the beginning, from the party, to the class, and even the continuing of the relationship when she knew he had a girlfriend. she was nervous at first, expecting some kind of judgement, but his face remained the same and he listened intently, not once interrupting.
‘and he hasn’t called back since then?’ he asked, when she was done with telling her story.
‘no, and that’s what hurts the most. pathetic right?
‘you’re not. all i see is a girl in need of some love, who may have found it in the wrong place with the wrong person. you don’t deserve any of this,’ he comforted her, offering another tissue when he saw her eyes become wet with tears again.
‘i just don’t know what i’ve done wrong. why does no one love me?
‘that’s not true. i know for a fact chaewon loves you. it might be platonic but it’s a start.’
‘you’re deserving of love yumi, real love. the kind that is not afraid to take you by the hand and profess its feelings. the kind that wants to spend every waking minute with you, that yearns for you.’
‘it’s out there yumi, you just have to look in the right places,’ it had been so long since she had truly felt a glimmer of hope. that maybe her mother was wrong, that she wasn’t hard to love.
sungchan hardly knew her but he spoke with such conviction, it made her certain that what he was saying was true. with this new found mindset, she vowed to work on herself, on her weaknesses, and the part of her that still yearned for eunseok.
she quickly became friends with sungchan, who was always sweet to her. he took her out on impromptu park walks and star gazing and even lent his shoulder to cry on when things weren’t so great.
slowly but surely she was starting to accept a reality where eunseok was not the centre. she stayed away from alcohol and drugs, made sure she ate her food on time and felt herself coming back to life.
and when eunseok finally appeared in front of her for the first time in two months, her resolve was much firmer than it used to be.
‘you coming to watch my game?’ he slid into the seat next to her the first time she was finally able to attend their shared class, not even offering a greeting or an explanation for why his presence was scarce.
but that was no longer yumi’s problem, and she recounted the steps she had taught herself in her head, courtesy of sungchan. don’t look him in the eye, keep answers short, flee when the opportunity presents.
‘cant.’
‘why not,’ he frowned at her answer. she never missed any of his games. even when she had rained curses down on him, told him she hated him, or how she wanted him to get out of her life. it was hard for her to stay away.
‘do i have to tell you everything?’ she still wasn't looking at him, preparing herself to get up and leave any time soon and it drove him crazy. just as he was about to confront her another voice interrupted them.
‘hey yumi, i think i'm ready to go now.’
eunseok whipped his head around, desperate to know who the voice belonged to.
sungchan stood right behind him, a couple inches taller than him and his toned biceps on display every time he fixed his bag onto his shoulder.
"hey sungchan, i was just finishing this report," she smiled sweetly at him, closing her laptop before standing up and putting her things away.
so this was the reason why she couldn't come?
eunseok scoffed at her pathetic attempt to make him jealous. looking him up and down he let out a little laugh and the pair turned to him.
‘you're so cute yumi. i see what you’re trying to do.’
seeing sungchan's confused face made her want to get away quickly, scared of what eunseok could say. so she took his hand and led him out of the room, not sparing a glance to him, leaving a rather perplexed eunseok behind.
the past two months had been bliss. minjeong had given up her player ways, committing to him and it was all he could ask for. they went on frequent dates, slept with each other every other day, and it felt like their relationship had been revived.
the first couple of weeks he paid no mind when yumi abruptly stopped the calls and the texts. she was probably trying to pretend to punish him, to make him crawl back.
after all, everyone knew a piece of her heart would always belong to him.
he continued on with life, focusing more on his girlfriend, hinging on the fact that one day, very soon, she would reach out to him again. and when a month had passed he just assumed it was taking her a little longer to come around.
he expended all of his energy on minjeong, but was finding it harder to answer the question that constantly came to mind. why did his mind keep drifting towards yumi?
there was a small space in his heart carved for her, and even though he knew it was wrong he didn’t want to let either girl go. he finds himself being reminded of yumi everywhere he goes, to songs he listened to and even certain scents he caught a whiff of.
so how was it possible that she didn’t seem to care anymore? that she was able to so easily walk away from him without so much as a look back.
his stomach turned at the thought of her finally moving on, being happy with another guy would kill him. he would stop at nothing to get yumi back into his arms.
eunseok knew it was wrong, but he didn’t care, showing up to her house the next night with fake tears in his eyes, pretending that minjeong had left him, that he was broken and all alone. he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him when he looked so sad, and sure enough she moved aside to let him in.
‘i can’t believe she did it again, she’s so good at hurting me,’ he buried his head in his hands, attempting to conceal his false emotions, he knew her weaknesses, and he played it to his advantage, letting her lift his head up with her own hands, and reassure him that everything would be fine.
‘you were the first person i thought of when this happened, i knew i had to come to you.’
the guilt tripping was professional, and he revelled in the sight of the walls she had put a lot of effort in putting up crumbling down before his very eyes, and he didn’t even have to do much.
‘i don’t trust myself to stay alone, could you let me stay here. please?’ he could see the internal struggle written all over her face, and he would be more than happy to tip her over the edge.
‘eunseok. you can’t,’ it took a great amount of effort for yumi to even say these words. normally she wouldn’t even think twice, opening her arms wide and letting him use her to relieve all the pain. but she had worked so hard with sungchan, who had told her he planned on making her his girlfriend.
what would he say if he saw her now? overlooking her own boundaries and morals, at the mercy of the very man who didn’t care what she was up to two months ago.
‘i just can’t,’ she replies, and eunseok has to fight to hold back his smirk. why was she fighting it when she knew she wanted to.
‘is it because of that guy? did he tell you to stop caring about me?’
‘you’re not good for me eunseok. sometimes you make it hard for me to breathe. it’s like everyday i’m slowly dying inside, foolishly hoping that you’ll come around and love me,’ he moved forward, inching closer and closer till only a small space remained between the two. she tried to move backwards but he was too fast, his hand seeking refuge in the curve of her hip, giving it a squeeze.
‘remember who was there for you, the person who showed you what love meant. i’m the one that picked up the pieces of your broken heart,’ he was so close now, eyes darting down to her lips and she subconsciously licked them.
‘that guy doesn’t know what’s good for you, he’s just trying to take you away from me,’ his fingers danced up her hip, trailing past her collarbone and finding rest on the side of yumi’s face.
‘don’t leave me like everyone else,’ he delivered the final blow, knowing he now had her right where he wanted her.
a small part of his brain nagged at him, constantly repeating how this was wrong, how it wasn’t fair to manipulate someone so vulnerable. but a larger part of him struggled to stop, the feeling he got toying with her emotions, withdrawing and seeing the light drain out of her eyes, just to ignite the flame again, it excited him.
song eunseok was the bane of yumi’s existence. her ultimate weakness, the only one who could bring her from soaring highs to dangerous lows. and she let him tamper with the trajectory of her life, time and time again.
she was beneath him, metaphorically and physically, as she let him have his way with her, whispering empty promises into her ears, pulling her close to his chest as she swore they would mould into one.
it was always passionate with him, nails scraping shoulder blades, heels pushing into his lower back as she clings on for dear life. it was like an art, one that brought yumi closer to heaven each and every time, mouth agape and eyes screwed shut as she chanted over and over again, ‘fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.’
and of course eunseok would do just as she wished, her legs practically touching the sky as he propped himself up on his elbows, caging her in as he relished in the way she squirmed under him.
the tears only spurred him further, some sort of god complex forming within him. he was the reason why such a pretty thing was reduced to a blubbering mess, mascara smudged as her lip quivered. whether it would be in despair or pure ecstasy, he didn’t care. as long as yumi cried for him, he felt like it was a great display of her devotion.
he spent hours making love to her, his stamina seemingly endless, as he spewed such sweet lies from his pretty lips. ‘you belong to me’, ‘only i can make you happy, ‘you will never love anyone like you love me.’
at the end of the night, the moonlight seeping through her curtains, he pulled her worn out body close to him and gave her a kiss.
‘our souls are too entwined for us to depart from each other.’
by the next morning he could tell that shame washed over her, that she knew it wasn’t a good idea for her to have been laid up with the same person who had her curled up in a ball, sheets bunched underneath her hands as she wept.
he played the role of the doting boyfriend well, making her breakfast, running her a bath, all as if he had made up his mind, that he would commit to her and her only.
how foolish of her to believe it.
not even two days later, she stumbled across a post, minjeong’s post celebrating her and eunseok’s 2 year anniversary together. they looked so happy together, as if nothing could break them apart.
to add insult to injury, yumi immediately remembered the outfit in the picture, the same one he was wearing when he had come to see her that night. cursing under her breath she felt her chest tighten, a lump beginning to form in her throat.
how would she face sungchan now? knowing that she had practically used him, there for her when she was struggling and easily discarded when she thought she saw a future with eunseok.
the guilt ate her up inside, and she stopped replying to his calls, or his messages, hoping he would leave her alone and move onto something better. someone that wasn’t as broken as she was.
but sungchan being the guy he was, couldn’t ignore the gut feeling telling him that something had gone wrong. yumi’s well-being was at the forefront of his mind, discarding any personal feelings he had. he just needed to make sure she was alright.
he knew her schedule pretty much like the back of his hand, and he waited outside her classroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
instead he sees yumi practically drag herself out of the door, a look of defeat on her face. the reason for this trails after her, a cocky smile on his face as he calls out her name.
she shakes her head, picking up the pace, but she’s no match for him, and he easily catches up, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her smaller frame after him.
‘what is he playing at?’ sungchan was sure of it now, that eunseok had something to do with yumi’s sudden change in behaviour, and decided to follow after the pair.
he tugged her into an empty classroom, the door slightly ajar, and sungchan slipped inside.
‘what’s going on here?’ he spoke up, and yumi froze, pleading with her eyes for eunseok to be quiet, to not tell him anything about how she had broken her resolve.
but she should have known better, that eunseok only did what he wanted to do. and that was why he whipped around to face him, all too happy as he addressed him.
‘it’s good you’re here, it would save you all the heartbreak.’
‘eunseok please,’ she was sure she would drop to her knees soon, the tension in the room suffocating her.
‘i’m doing us all a favour babe,’ he winked and it was in this moment that yumi felt like she was finally able to see his true face.
calculating, manipulative, selfish, self-indulgent. this wasn’t the boy she fell in love with. at least that’s what she thought.
‘you have a crush on yumi, don’t you?’ he redirects his attention to sungchan, who still knows no better about the situation at hand.
‘what does it matter to you?’ sungchan’s defensive, feeling like he didn’t owe him any sort of answer.
‘hey man no need to be all hostile, i’m trying to help you here,’ eunseok holds his hands up, as if he was admitting defeat.
yumi is an anxious mess behind him, praying that she could just escape, to be anywhere other than here.
‘it would be a shame for you to be fooled into thinking she felt the same about you.’
her eyes shut, head reeling as she swiped a hand over her face. it was all over.
‘why are you trying to speak for her. you don’t know how hard yumi had worked to get over you,’ his attempts to defend you were futile, all in vain because she had unravelled two months of work in one night.
‘hmm, i don’t think she did a very good job at that. i’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be under the person you’re meant to be getting over,’ eunseok tapped his chin, practically mocking him and sungchan balled his hands into fists.
‘eunseok that’s enough.’
‘tell him the truth doll. about the amount of times you called me crying, begging me to get back with you,’ he showed no mercy, impatient, as he longed to see everything fall apart in front of him. nobody could have yumi but him, and he would make sure of it.
"stop."
‘or how about two nights ago when you let me in. surely you knew it was a bad idea but you still-‘
"eunseok shut up," tears streamed down her face as as she bunched his shirt up in her hands.
"then look me in the eye and tell me you're over me," his tone softened, his palm reaching out to rest on her cheek, wiping her eyes.
sungchan watched expectantly, hoping that she would quickly sort the situation out, that she would reassure him, push eunseok away, tell him how crazy he was.
but instead she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
‘fuck you,’ was all she said.
‘but you already have love. many times,’ the glint in his eye was pure malevolence, brutal, merciless, just like his actions.
sungchan felt like he had been punched in the gut, reeling from what was going on in front of him. she wasn't over him.
‘get out of here and leave me the fuck alone,’ she let go of eunseok, hands now shaking as she dared not look at sungchan.
‘as you wish darling,’ he said, but it felt like the fun was just getting started.
‘you sure you don’t want one last look,’ he taunted her, taking his time because he knew she wouldn't be able to resist not looking one last time.
and just as he predicted, she was facing him again and the grin on his face was hard to fight.
stepping even closer, he stopped when he was just inches away from her, his tall frame towering over her.
leaning down, he licked his lips, moving as if he was going to kiss her but instead found them by her earlobe.
‘don't fight your feelings my love,’his breath tickled her ear, and although his words sounded sweet she knew him too well.
taking a step back he admired the way her body slightly shook, whether with rage or nervousness he didn't know. and he didn't care.
‘i'm sure i'll be hearing from you soon yumi.’
‘don't be too heartbroken,’ he called out to sungchan, not caring about the catastrophe he was leaving behind as he sauntered away with his hands in his pockets.
‘you still like him,’ it took an unbelievable amount of strength for sungchan to speak up, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth.
yumi was shaking, hunched over in the corner as she refused to meet his eyes.
he sighed, hating that she looked so broken, that one man had such power over her being. she looked just like the first day he met her, defeated, broken down.
crouching next to her, lifting her head, his words got stuck in his throat as he looked at her. a flood of tears gushed down her cheeks, chewing on her lower lip as she hugged her knees.
he swiped at her eyes but the tears still spilled down, red and swollen as she rest her chin on her knee.
"i tried- i- i didn't even mean," she was a blubbering mess, barely able to get her words, her breathing staggered.
"yumi breathe for me please, it's okay."
nothing about this situation was okay to sungchan. the girl he was convinced he could spend the rest of eternity with was clearly not over someone who didn't even have the decency to call her his girlfriend.
his broken heart weighed heavily on him, but all he wanted was to make sure that the girl he loved would cry no longer.
pulling her into his arms, he tried to soothe her by patting her on the back, another hand playing with her hair.
"i'm so sorry- i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to hurt you, i'm so sorry," she repeated over and over again, knowing that it was not enough to fix the damages done.
but it was all she could muster up for now.
realisation settled in. she would never truly be free of eunseok. that her heart was so full of him, she could barely call it her own.
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yuriririnnie · 11 months ago
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Us, On the Last Month of the Year
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A/N: Happy New Year! Finally, a fic for my bias. It's mostly rushed and IDK how I was able to not post this before the year ended but here it is anyway.
Also, of course, I wrote this on my phone within just 30 minutes because honestly this wasn't something I was planning on making. I have like 5 stories pending for TXT and Enha but oh well~
NP: Huling Sandali (Tayo sa Huling Buwan ng Taon) by December Avenue
PAIRING | Choi Soobin x Female Reader
WC | 983 words
GENRE | fluff; f2l (duh)
WARNINGS | None
SYNOPSIS | Maybe it was him all along and even if it was obvious for everyone else, it wasn't for you.
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"Happy birthday, Soob." you take his hand as you sat on the swing. It was exactly 12 midnight, December 5th, 2023.
Soobin smiled, circling his thumb on the back of your hand, around your knuckles, his eyes on yours sending a chill down your spine. It was an electrifying feeling, something you've felt before but haven't really acknowledged all these years.
It was the 10th birthday of his you've spent together and the familiarity of it all made you feel warm, a sense of security you only feel when you're with him. It was his birthday but it was you who felt like you were reborn, on this day, like something awakened in you, only now, just when he turned 23. He's been an adult for a while and you too. You spent an entire childhood together, witnessed each other's puberty, and went through the early stages of adulthood, but tonight was something new. You have memorized his every feature being so close to him countless of times though now was different. Physically, you've been closer before, sitting on the couch as you watched anime together, sometimes even chest to chest on the train during the rush hours, one time even nose to nose under your dining table hiding from your parents for when he was being asked to come home after spending an entire play day with you.
Soobin and you. Best friends forever you vowed on his 16th birthday. It has been years since that promise and you've kept it to this day. Now, hand in hand on the swing but at arm's length, you felt like this is the closest you've ever been with him. You looked at each other for a second, but it felt like eternities in his eyes.
Was he always this handsome? Did his eyes always glint this way when he talked about his favorite movies? Were his lips always this plump as he smiled, as he pouted? Did his nose always have that line in the middle that resembled a confused little rabbit? Was his skin always this smooth, and was he always this pale? Were his hands always this gigantic as it held yours? You knew he had dimples, but were they always this deep? Was he always this cute? Did he always have this effect on you?
You don't know at what point of the night and at which part in the midst of this friendship you crossed the thin line of being platonic to romantic. It was always just a tiptoe away, a teeny-tiny push from friends to lovers but never did you think of crossing it because the mere thought of losing him as a friend when you meet your inevitable break up (if you do decide to date at an early time) dreaded you like it was a life sentence. It was the curse you had to live with to keep him by your side.
"Thanks, Y/N." he said, still never letting go, still holding onto that grip you initiated when you plucked up the courage to jump; to painfully rip the friendship tape off of your chest that covered your undying, unplatonic love for him. He loved you, adored you, endured every relationship you guys ever had that wasn't with each other. All that for this very moment, the day you decided to finally break out of that shell and dive into the pool of love.
"I love you, Soobin." your breath was visible in the cold night air. You've said this to him before, but never in this way. And he immediately knew the difference.
The temperature was low but your adrenaline was high. You have never been this brave and you regret the days where you thought you were at your most courageous because Soobin was always your source of strength, the walking talking post of hope, and all-encompassing security blanket you needed when you were afraid. He supported you all your life but you knew this was something you had to confess on your own. It was to him, for him, after all.
His eyes widen in shock, and you were ready to take back your hand, run away, and never speak to him again. The creeping possibility of a rejection rang loud inside your head and it was all you could hear.
But instead of a rejection, you see a smile. You see the gorgeous smile you've always seen before but this time full of relief, affirmation, and happiness. Back then Soobin always showed you how happy he was but he couldn't hide the look of longingness in the way he saw you smile for another. However, tonight, his smile was perfect. He was perfect.
"I love you, Y/N." he chuckled, and you could have sworn you saw his eyes water. "I love you as a woman, as my anchor, a lover, and a best friend."
All these years of being so dense and oblivious to how you felt towards each other came crashing down with just one night, one confession, one hand to hold, and just weeks before the year, your 10th year together ended.
You couldn't believe he was finally yours, and he couldn't believe you were finally his. On the last month of the year, on his birthday, you share your first kiss with your one true love, your rock, your everything, your best friend.
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dr4k3n0 · 2 years ago
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'Drawn to You' (Pt. 2)
Continuation of Pt. 1 one since a lot of people surprisingly liked it- 
Synopsis: Soulmate AU where you find Vash is your soulmate.
TW: None
Word Count: 1.6k
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You finished up your day's work quickly bidding farewell to Jess, and her family before rushing home. You've been waiting for the day to end so that you could continue talking to your so-called "soul mate". Eventually making it to your small house, you unlocked the door, set down your things, and sat on your bed, pen in hand. What should I say..? You pondered.
You thought for a while about what to say before deciding to write, "Hey I can talk now if you can :)"
Looking at what you wrote on your hand, you sighed thinking you were just getting overly excited. 
Standing up from your bed, you began to warm up some food that you had left over to eat before noticing more writing appear on your hand.
"Oh hey!" The words said.
Unintentailly smiling, you took out your pen and began to write, "So.. how was your day?"
It took a moment for the words to reply again, "Pretty boring, besides having these mysterious words appear on my arm.. How was yours?"
You giggled at the response before replying, "Mine was busy, but decent I guess."
"Good" was all the words said.
The words stopped appearing for a bit as you didn't know what to talk about anymore. 
Taking your food out of the oven, you put it on a plate and began to eat a bit before the words appeared again. "What can I call you, mysterious words?"
Smiling a bit you quickly wrote back, "Mm, y/ns fine. What can I call you?"
The words replied back quickly before saying, "Nice name Y/n! You can just call me Vash."
You repeated the name to yourself before smiling. "Nice to meet you Vash."
Your heart was racing for no reason at all, yet you liked it. Maybe this soulmate thing is real?
Meanwhile, Vash was sitting in the uncomfortable car while the others slept. Using the little light provided by the moon, he was just barely able to see your words but smiled at each one. They seem nice, he thought. The little chats continued just asking little questions such as: what do you look like, what are your hobbies, and things like that. He found out that you had (hair color) hair and (eye color) eyes. And he had told you he had blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore a red coat. His chat with you prolonged a bit longer before Wolfwood interrupted him. 
"How long are you going to stare at your hand smiling, Needle-Noggin?" Wolfwood said with his eyes closed but was sending a mischievous smirk Vash's way.
"I'm not smiling at my hand-" Vash defended.
"I've been watching you write things and smile at it the past 30 minutes you idiot," Wolfwood said this time looking at him annoyed.
"I'll do it as long as it takes then. I'm talking to my "soul mate" thank you very much." Vash retorted back.
The two began to bicker before Meryl interrupted and yelled at them for being too loud.
"Shut up and go to sleep. Both of you," She yelled over them.
The car went silent again before Wolfwood let out a small sigh. Vash went back to looking at his hand again before writing, "I'm going to hit the sack. Talk to you later y/n. I enjoyed chatting with you."
He smiled a bit before closing his eyes happily. Was this the beginning of something much larger? 
It had been almost 4 months since you both started talking to each other. You had learned that Vash happened to be the Vash the Stampede. Although you didn't mind, he seemed like a good person and you were soul mates for a reason. The both of you had talked a lot and you always drew a bunch of random drawings on your hand just to mess with him. He would sometimes draw things back, but he liked seeing the things you drew. 
Meanwhile, your day started out normally as you had gotten ready for work before writing a greeting to Vash, and heading out the door. You walked through the small town in a decent mood. Walking through the town, travelers were just beginning to show up and the vendors were taking full advantage of that. You sighed at their wittiness before bumping into a tall figure.
"Sorry!" You said embarrassed.
Avoiding eye contact with the stranger, you walked ahead quickly trying to avoid the conflict. The figure watched as you sped off as his eyes widened.
"Y/n?" He whispered quietly yet surprised.
"Come on Needle-Noggin, people have no manners around here." Wolfwood incited before smacking Vash's back and leading him forward.
"Yea.." Vash said as he rubbed where Wolfwood smacked him. 
It couldn't have been you.. right?
You walked into work with a bright blush on your face and your thoughts, a mess. That was so embarrassing! you thought. You pulled yourself together before tending to some customers who had just walked in. Sitting the 4 at a table, you saw that they were an odd group. One looked overly tired and particularly done with life, while one had a large cross with him. The woman wore a cute bureau (is that what type of hat she wears?) with some cute dangly earrings. Then the other man beside her wore a bright red coat, had a blonde undercut, and wore bright orange sunglasses. Greeting them, you took their drink orders and walked into the kitchen to prepare their drinks. After making the drinks, you walked back out with the drinks, and gave them to the correct person who ordered each drink. You smiled at them all before taking their orders, while observing the blonde man from time to time. He seems oddly familiar.. you thought. 
You wrote down their orders quickly before walking off to give their orders to the kitchen so that the chef can make their meals. Then you went to tend to some new customers who happened to just walk in and seated them before long. Glancing at the blonde man while you walked past them, you smiled and waved at them. The blonde man waved back slightly as you saw a small drawing on the center of his palm that matched the one you had drawn on yours. You widened your eyes a bit before walking off into the kitchen and then into the back for some fresh air. Is that him..? you thought confused. Pulling out your pen, you drew a small heart on your hand, along with a smiley face. Maybe this would help you figure out if it's really him or not. 
You walked back into the restaurant before going back to work and tending to the customers. Eventually, a bell was rung indicating food was ready to be taken out and you grabbed the plates before bringing the food to the table with the 4 travelers. As you approached you saw the man who had the cross laughing at the blonde as he blushed while covering his hand.
"You're getting all flustered because of a heart?!" The man laughed as he hit the table.
"Shut up.." Vash said embarrassed as he turned away from the others before seeing you.
"Uh.. sorry if I'm interrupting.. but here are your orders!" You said to them.
You distributed each plate as the man with sunglasses was still laughing. As you distribute the plates Vash happened to notice the small heart and smiley face on your hand and his eyes widen. 
As you were about to leave, you hear someone clear their throat quickly before saying,
"Uhmm.. Ma'am, what is your name?" The blonde man asked.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, but I'm y/n!" You smiled.
His eyes widened before nodding at you and grinning. "Nice to meet you Y/n." He said blushing a bit.
You smiled before walking off leaving them to eat their food. Its her... Vash thought excitedly. From the sight of you, he thought you were beautiful and was excited that you were both able to meet like this. He felt his heart beat faster as he quickly ate, before standing up quickly. The others turned to him confused as he walked off towards you before they shrugged it off and continued eating. 
As you began to walk to the kitchen, Vash tapped your shoulder gently. You turned around to see who had touched you only to see the blonde from earlier.
"Oh is everything alright? Do you need something?" You asked smiling at him.
Vash's heart began to pump faster as stumbled over his words. "I uhm... are you available to talk for a moment?" He mumbled.
You lifted a brow confused before saying, "I can take my break really fast, the business is slowing about now anyways." You explained.
"Here, let's go somewhere more private," you grinned at him.  
You led him to the back of the building before stopping.
"So what did you want to talk about..?" You asked hoping it was what you were thinking.
"Do you have a pen on you?" He asked quickly.
You nodded before handing him your pen as he wrote a small hi on his hand. He watched as the writing soon appeared on your hand and he smiled excitedly. He hugged you out of excitement while you were left shocked. It was him! Your soulmate! You finally found him! You smiled happily as you hugged him back. He pulled away smiling before saying,
"Sorry that was really sudden.." He said embarrassed.
"I don't mind.. were soulmates after all.."
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buggysimp · 1 year ago
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Kenman angst
I don't know if this is good, I don't know if it makes sense, all I know is a demon came over me and I wrote this instead of doing the dishes. Is this ooc? Maybe. Do I care? Not reallay
Not beta read, emetophobia, drinking, drug ment, unhealthy coping
Lmk if there's anything else I should tag
It was highschool. The time of their lives. Meant for fun memories and crazy stories. For parties and convenience store runs. For stupid dares and awkward confessions. These were the years meant to be the most fun.
Yet here was Eric Cartman, surrounded by people cheering him on as he got..an uncomfortable level of fucked up.
Kenny McCormick felt his insides tumble and compress painfully as he watched his best friend stagger around, face well past rosy and his movements labored. It seemed like every time they went to one of these parties now this was how Eric ended up.
Turning away he went to go get a refill on his own drink, meandering through the groups of people before ending up in the Donovan residence's kitchen. Soon the red cup in his white knuckle grip was full of some mix of shit that he didn't care to know, sipping at it at a much more leisurely pace than Eric had.
Going to parties used to be fun. They would drink and smoke and sing stupid girly pop songs while shuffling back to Kenny's shithole to sleep off the multiple highs before walking to the bus stop like a couple of zombies. Now it wasn't fun. Now it was Kenny dragging Eric home every weekend. Now it was Eric getting so fucked up he couldn't talk let alone sing. Now it was Kenny following Eric like a ghost, just there to make sure he was safe.
He remembers exactly when it changed.
When Mrs Cartman got into that accident. When Eric inherited an empty house junior year.
Back in the present, a loud crash came from behind him followed by squeals and shouts. Whether they were concerned or still cheering him on Kenny couldn't tell. What he could tell was that Eric had just busted his ass and it was time to haul him home.
"Kiiinnnyyyy..!" It wasn't hard to guess who that particular squeal came from.
The drink in his hand suddenly didn't taste that great, settling in his stomach like molten lead and leading him to the sink. Unceremoniously dropping it in he watched the vaguely pink fluid rush down the drain. Taking a deep breath he willed his nausea away, not wanting to throw up a mix of that same pink fluid and whatever junk he'd eaten.
After a minute to collect himself he was back in the living room, arms around Eric's shoulders and guiding him to the front door. People groaned and waved him off, shouting slurred goodbyes to the two while Kenny went through the motions of leaving.
"See you next week McCormick!" Came the send off from the party host himself, Clyde raising his cup in a farewell.
"See ya." Came his own gruff reply, not particularly caring about pleasantries at the moment.
The change in Eric brought with it a change in how Kenny viewed people he'd known all his life. People he'd considered his friends. People who goaded on Eric's self-destruction, who didn't care how bad it was for him as long as, in typical Cartman fashion, it was entertaining.
It felt like Kenny versus the world, like he was the only one who gave a fuck what happened to Eric at these parties. It felt like he was the only one there for his best friend. However the only people Kenny couldn't blame were Stan and Kyle.
He knew that himself and Kyle were going through very similar things in regards to their best friends.
For that reason he felt a kinship with the ginger.
Finally out of the house Kenny relished the cool air enveloping his and Eric's unpleasantly hot bodies. Kenny began the hour-long trek to his house; it would usually only take twenty minutes but when Eric was like this that number tripled.
No words were spoken between the two for a while, the only sounds breaking the silence were Eric's displeased groans and Kenny's labored grunts. About 30 minutes in and almost halfway to his house Eric finally broke out of his hold and stumbled towards the treeline before throwing up all over the ground and himself.
Kenny sucked in a breath through his teeth, rushing over to hold Eric's greasy brown hair out of his face while his other hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. He was a wreck, vomit and sweat and spilled alcohol on the front of his red t-shirt, tears streaking down his cheeks and snot smeared under his nose, his eyebrows screwed up in an absolutely pitiful display.
Kenny led him a bit away from his sick, helping him sit down in the damp post spring grass. Taking his own seat he watched the woods on the other side of the road, the odd squirrel catching his eye while he waited for Eric to calm down enough to continue walking.
Except that never happened.
Instead his breaths got wetter and heavier, his sniffling more frequent until finally he pressed into Kenny's side, smearing a mix of bile and snot on his parka as Eric sobbed into his shoulder.
Before Kenny could react Eric was talking, his slurred words further muffled by fabric.
"Everyone thinks that I'm jus like- like her! Everytime they look at me is like I can see their thoughts, 'oh there's Cartman he's jus like that skank, look at him he's a fuckin mess, he'll do whatever you say, what a joke', and the worst part is that I don.. I don't even know if they're wrong." If it hadn't been for the fact that Kenny was used to deciphering even the most unintelligible words he wouldn't have understood any of that.
"Oh God Kinny, I'm jus like my mom."
His crying had somehow worsened, his fingers dug painfully into Kenny's boney back and ribs, spit joining the mix of fluids on him as Eric practically wailed.
"I'm jus fucking like her! A fuckin drunk, a fuckin druggie, what's nex-next? I'm gonna become a fuckin crack whore juss like her too?" He spent a minute just crying and breathing until he could speak clearer. "She was all of that and worse, but-but I miss her so much Kinny. I miss her. I- fuck- I juss want my mom.." He whispered the last part, punctuating the end with a wet sniffle.
Kenny sat there, one arm loosely around Eric as he absorbed what he said. This was the most he had opened up about how the death of his mother made him feel and it left him reeling, searching for answers and words of comfort that he didn't have.
Kenny had his own fair share of parental issues, his own fears of winding up just like his own drunken, drug addicted parents. But never once did he consider that Eric had that same fear. And then it clicked.
Eric was coping the same way he watched his mother cope. He was doing all this shit to try and feel close to her again.
In what felt like a split second Kenny's own facade crumpled, his hands fisted in the back of Eric's shirt as he held him and cried. He cried because as fucked up as he was, Eric had never judged Kenny, he allowed him to also be fucked up and mean and stupid and he was his best friend and he was hurting and Eric always helped him and he was his best friend.
And in that moment Kenny McCormick did not know how to help Eric Cartman.
And it broke his heart.
And even though no words of comfort were spoken, no shift in the universe happened, no problems were truly solved, there was a blanket of understanding covering two boys as they sobbed together on the side of a wet Colorado road.
For just one second they were the only people in the world.
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linadove · 1 year ago
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Until Him
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background- y/n is a famous singer and actor. She lives in a LA penthouse with both of her roommates Madison Beer and Madelyn Cline
the three decide to throw a party and invite their friends over
-love interest- Shawn Mendes
writers note- there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. English was not my first language, my first fanfic i wrote
I wake up in my room, with the city view and a dark room with red LEDs. I sit up and check my phone to see the time ,"its 8pm, god why did no one wake me up?". I've been asleep for 3 hours… I rip off the covers and put on my bunny slippers and I head out to the kitchen to see if Madison and Madelyn are still up. as I reach the end of the hall I look to my left and I see Madison and Madelyn with a drink in their hands. they both look up at me. "Hey look who's finally up!" Madelyn says with the most energetic smile ever.
i take a seat on one of the stools next to Madelyn on the kitchen island. "hey want a drink?" Madison offers me. I accept with a small smile on my face. Madison starts preparing my drink for me and they both look at me like they wanna ask me a question. "hey uh sooo me and Madison were thinking maybe we should throw a little party for us and all of our close friends?" Madelyn looking a little bit nervous. I look up at them scanning their faces "sure…. why not?" they both squeal,
Madison hands me my drink, I take a sip and we three talked about who we should invite for the next 5 minutes. "so we got obx cast, jack Gilinsky, the Dolan twins and Shawn Mendes" Madison says. I take a moment "yeah that's about it ?!".
we talk about the party and how we would want to set it up and we started to get to work and my job was snack duty and text everyone the information, Madelyn puts on music attaching it to the speakers and starts to hang up some party decorations. Madison is on drink duty, I text everyone about the party and I tell them to be here by 9pm. I get started on the snacks so I take a party bowl and head to my pantry, I take some chips and some sweet I didn't think we would need any snacks since all we would do is just drink but ill always have my phone on speed dial for some pizza. we all got the whole place ready in 10 minutes. the counters fills with alcohol bottles ready to be open.
we three sat down and realised were not even ready. we three all rush to my room we do our make up and put on our dresses, I wore a red glittery mini dress. it took us about 30 minutes to get ready and then all of a sudden the door bell rang. we three got up and opened the door to see all of our friends waiting to be let in. we all smiled and welcomed them in. I lock eyes with Shawn Mendes as he was walking into the living room. I felt my heart drop I have no idea why that happened. boys don't usually have this affect on me.. even the ones I found attractive.
we all gather around the island to pour ourselves drinks, Madison and Madelyn are already tipsy at this point. I just had two cups already so i pour myself another as soon as I reach for a cup I get stopped by Shawn's hand already on the cup. I look up to see him already looking at me and he gives me the cup and I take it and flash him a quick smile. I make a mix of alcohol and leave the island and I start dancing in the living room. the penthouse was covered in LEDs and loud music. I felt the euphoria from the drink and music filling my veins. I looked around and saw Madison and Shawn talking and looking a little bit too comfortable. I hated the idea of them together but why "god y/n what is your problem! these are your friends, just let them have fun.."
I tried to get rid of the idea of walking up to the two by going to distract myself with Ethan Dolan. I used to like him a few months ago but I let go of it after my career started to get the best of me. I walk up to Ethan and start dancing with him and actually having a good talk "you look very beautiful tonight y/n" Ethan says with a smirk on his face. I smile at him "thanks Ethen" .we continue to dance and Madison takes a glance over to us.
everyone is yelling and having a good time until someone suggested we play truth or dare. everyone agreed to play so we all sat on the couch and some on the living room floor. I I sat on the floor with Madison, Madelyn, Jack, Ethan and Shawn.
once everyone was settled down Rudy went over the rules. "so the game is simple if you pick either truth or dare and you don't want to you have to take a shot. any questions?" everyone stays quiet. I look around if anyone had a question about the game rules, no one speaks. Rudy smirks "alright then is everyone ready!" everyone then yells in excitement.
Madison gets up to go turn down the music a little bit, as soon as Madison goes back to her seat next to me on the floor Rudy asks her "truth or dare Madison" Madison then laughs and says "truth" "do you have feelings for someone in the room" Rudy asks. everyone is shocked by the question and starts hyping her up. "uh yeah I do" Madison says laughing.
Madison looks over to me and asks me "truth or dare y/n" I look up at her and I say "truth". "are the dating rumours true?" she asks. I look confused "what dating rumour?" "you and Ethan?" I start to get nervous and don't know what to say " who started that ?" Madison laughs "I did". I laugh "no the rumour is false Madison" Madison looked a little bit disappointed, I then proceeded to look around to see who my target would be. I then lay my eyes on jack. "jack truth or dare?" jack looks over to me and confidently says "dare" I smirked and laughed "I dare you to kiss Madelyn" everyone starts to woohoo them.
Madelyn looks over to me looking all flushed and I couldn't stop laughing knowing that she had the biggest crush on this guy for weeks now. jack lost all of his confidence when he looked at Madelyn, they both looked like tomatoes it was funny and everyone in the room knew they both liked each other. jack made the first move and walked towards Madelyn. they both kissed. we all awed and clapped. jack took a seat next to Madelyn. it was so adorable. Madelyn whispered in jacks ear and had the biggest grin. he looked over at Shawn and asked him "truth or dare Shawn" I looked over at Madelyn and she looked at me like she was about to get pay back. I was scared for my life, I pretty sure she doesn't know I like Shawn…. hopefully.
"dare" Shawn says with a smile. "kiss y/n for 3 minutes straight" I look over to Shawn with wide eyes. this is the end, this is where I say my goodbyes. Shawn asks me if its okay. I take a shot and everyone looks at me thinking I took the shot because I didn't want to do it, but then I walked over to Shawn, I look over at Madison and look back at Shawn. I look into his eyes and I suddenly feel this rush, I cupped his face and kissed him, he quickly kisses me back and I felt the music fade out and all I could think about is him in the moment, I've always been Shawn's friend and I don't know if this was gonna ruin it or not, but I feel a spark in between us and I hope he feels it too.
the kiss was depend ,PURE pornographic. I let this kiss get the best of me and I got lost in him, it felt like we were the only ones there, I lifted my right hand I place it on his brunette curls, Shawn had his hands on my waist. and then everything hit me, I heard everyone talking how its been past the 3 minute mark. I quickly let go and look around everyone was looking at us, I was embarrassed and I looked at Madison and she look shocked.
i excused myself and headed to the bathroom. as soon as I locked the door i heard both Madelyn and Madison call out from the other side asking to be let in "y/n open the door" Madison calls out, I get terrified but I opened the door for them both and they walk in and I lock the door behind them.
"y/n what was that!!! ohh myyy godddd, are you like in love or something oh my god!" Madison silently yells I get confused thinking that she would be saying how I took her man or something so i asked her about it. "Madison you're not mad?" "Mad? what do you meannn?!!" she looks confused. "I saw you and Shawn earlier talking and it looked like you guys liked each other" "y/n what are you talking about. we don't like each other..IN FACTT he was asking about youuuu. he asked if you were single and ready to be in a relationship and I told him that you were single and you weren't really looking but you would be definitely up to the idea" I have a shocked expression on my face.
Madelyn is just standing there drunk not handling any of the information. I have no idea what to do anymore, ill feel too awkward to leave the bathroom and have all eyes on me. " would you like for me to go to the group and ask if they wanted to watch a movie and get everyone sobered up before they left?" Madison offered I looked up at her and I smiled "that would be great thank you" Madison and Madelyn leave the bathroom and I look over to the mirror "what now y/n" I sigh and I fix myself up and think about going into my pjs and go lay down and go watch the movie with everyone.
I leave the bathroom confidently and smile to everyone and walk towards my room. as soon as I was about to close the door a hand stops it from doing so. I stop and Shawn Mendes comes into frame. I stand there looking up at him. "could I come in y/n?" "sure.." I say nervously walking in to my closet to pick out my pjs. Shawn stay out side of the doors to let me get changed, "so are you alright?" I walk out in my pjs "yeah why?" Shawn stayed silent for a while. "well you walked to the bathroom without saying a word after the kiss, did you not like it ?" I stopped him immediately " no of course I did, it was just embarrassing for how long we did it in front of our friends" he looked calm.
I took a seat at my vanity to take off my make up, he then came over behind me. once I took off my make up I looked at him through the mirror and he looked down at me. "would it be alright if I kissed you again y/n?" I didn't say anything but nod in agreement. he started to kiss my neck, leaving wet kisses. I couldn't handle it anymore so I got up and turned around I looked him in the eyes, tension building up. breathing hard from the sudden movement. we were so close to each other it felt dangerous to be back in this range with him, but something was calling me into him.
i filled the space with a passionate kiss. we depend the kiss and lost all control. we were drugged by each other. we found our selves near the door and he pinned me against the wall, he picked me up so were eye level. deep breathing filled the room, I slowly unbuttoned his black t-shirt not breaking the kiss "OH MY GOD" we froze and then looked over at the door and saw Madelyn looking right at us. Shawn put me down and we looked embarrassed by the sudden intrusion. "MADELYN LEAVE!" I close the door on her.
I look over at Shawn and we both start laughing. "lets go watch the movie with the others" Shawn suggested laughing. Shawn opens the door and I sigh. while walking out the door Shawn ruffles my hair and I roll my eyes.
we get to the living room and see the that jack, and the Dolan twins are on the couch and the others are preparing to leave. I go say my goodbyes and say sorry about the whole thing. They all say its fine and say goodnight and leave.
the 7 of us sitting on the couch watching the movie, Shawn sitting next to me. I take a few glances at him and he smiles each time. I have no idea what's happening to me but I've never felt in love until him.
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braveclementine · 6 months ago
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Chapter 2
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Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).
Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.
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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 around 7:30 and I quickly jumped out of bed. I looked in the mirror, washed my face, put my hair in a ponytail, and got dressed as quickly as possible. I grabbed my broom and rushed down the stairs.
Dad was already downstairs, having a cup of tea with Sirius and Uncle Moody. Mrs. Weasley was up and she looked up when I entered. "Want anything to eat, Elizabeth?"
"No." I said quickly. "Dad, c'mon."
Dad sighed and got up, "Alright, let's go."
I left without saying anything to any of the other people in the kitchen. While I wasn't really angry at Dad, Sirius, or Uncle Moody for not letting me into the meetings. . . I was showing that I was angry. Maybe it would amount to something.
"Can I stay at Trang's for a week?" I asked as we walked down the hallway.
"A week?" Dad asked, his face stoic. "Why?"
"Well, it's not like I'm needed here or anything and I figured you wouldn't have to come back until next Sunday." I said. "Besides-"
"What about your birthday?" Dad asked. "You want Trang to be here for your birthday still, don't you?"
"I thought she wasn't allowed to come here." I said lightly.
Dad frowned at me. "Dumbledore would rather Trang come here for your birthday than all of us go somewhere."
Dad grabbed my arm and apparated to the garden in the back of our house. "Well." I said. "I wasn't going to have a lot of people celebrate anyways. Just me and Trang and you. Like we've always done it in the past."
"Sirius and Uncle Moody will want to celebrate as well." Dad said quietly.
I gritted my teeth, turning my head from Dad. "It's not like I'm going to spend the whole day with Trang, dad. Just the morning and afternoon-"
We cut off our conversation as we reached the front of the house. Trang was already waiting there, looking expectant, her broom across her shoulders.
Trang had gotten very beautiful over the past year. She had long, skinny legs and thin arms and shoulders. Her face was oval shaped and her large black eyes were framed behind glasses. Her black hair was died a green-gray near the tips now instead of gold. She was Vietnamese and her skin tone matched her eyes perfectly. It also helped that she'd grown over the summer.
"'Bout time Elizabeth." She said, grinning. I was on time.
"Let's go." I said.
"Hi Mr. Lupin." Trang said.
"Hello Trang." Dad said, doing his best to sound normal. "I hear Elizabeth wants to spend a week with you?"
Trang nodded. "I asked. Cause I know she's not really doing anything there and figured it would give us something like a normal summer."
Dad sighed, running his hand through his red-brown hair. Sometimes, I thought I looked more like him than either of my biological parents. "Fine. Elizabeth, you can stay. But I still haven't decided about your birthday."
"Thanks dad!" I chirped happily and kissed his cheek.
He glared at me. "Blackmail." he muttered under his breath and I grinned. He rolled his eyes and kissed me cheek and Disapparated.
"You guys fought again?" Trang asked the minute he was gone.
"I don't try to fight with him." I said grumpily as we made our way into the forest where we were going to fly. "But he's being stingy about things he literally never cared about before."
"Well, times have gotten dangerous, haven't they?" Trang asked seriously. "I mean you were tortured last year. And you have important visions. I mean Voldemort wants to get to you and your brother. I can understand your dad's point even if I don't like it."
I sighed. "I know and I'm not really mad at him. . . I'm just frustrated. I could've prevented Cedric's death, you know? I should've planned it better, that's all." I choked up and I swallowed hard and coughed and continued, "And then Harry's not allowed to know anything even though he escaped Voldemort. Everything's just fell upside down."
Trang put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. Then, we both put our legs over our brooms and flew upwards. I left my worries on the ground.
Over the next week, Trang and I talked, flew our brooms, or read magical books. We even went on a trip to Diagon Alley. Unfortunately, Kingsley happened to be in Diagon Alley when we went into the bookstore and he approached Trang and I.
Trang seemed intimidated by Kingsley and he smiled gently at her, relieving her a great deal. Then he turned to me and said, "Does Remus know you're here?"
I scowled. "I've never had to ask him for permission to come here before, why should I start now? It's not like Voldemort's going to miraculously show up."
Kingsley sighed.
"Er- who are you?" Trang asked, still sounding nervous.
"Trang, this is Kingsley Shacklebolt. He's an Auror. He's going to be the Minister of Magic one day." I announced.
Kingsley rolled his eyes and shook hands with Trang. "So she says." he said with a wink and Trang grinned. Then Kingsley turned to me and said, "You know perfectly well your father wouldn't be happy knowing your here with no supervision. Voldemort is back, you ought to act like it."
I scowled again. "Fine, we were just leaving, alright?"
He accompanied us back to the Leaky Cauldron where Trang and I took the floo network back to Dad's house. "Let's go to your house." I said, wanting to get away from everything magical for some time.
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𝕬𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 of the week, a day before my birthday, Dad came to pick me up. He didn't say anything about my birthday or Diagon Alley so I supposed Kingsley hadn't told dad.
Dad said that Dumbledore was adamant about Trang coming to 12 Grimmauld place. I reluctantly agreed. I had really been hoping for the zoo.
Sadie had come back about four days ago and I took Harry's reply. Then, I'd sent Sadie off with Harry's birthday card saying I'd see him before August 12th along with a bar of chocolate and telling him he was going to regret it if he threw out Ron and Hermione's chocolate because his aunt was going to serve salad on the night of his birthday.
The following day was my birthday and I would've stayed in my room all day if it'd been up to me. As it was, early in the morning, around 8:30, I got a surprise visit from Severus. He shut the door tightly behind him and came over to me. I pressed my lips to his eagerly.
"Happy Birthday Elizabeth." He mumbled against my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"It's been good so far." I whispered as he moved his mouth down my neck lightly. He chuckled, his breath tickling my neck.
"Has it now?" he was in a very good mood.
"Well I've only been awake for ten minutes." I gasped as he tightened his arm around my waist. "I suppose it could get worse-"
He pressed his lips to mine again and I melted into the kiss. A few minutes later, my stomach growled. He grinned, pulling away. "Hungry?"
"No." I said stubbornly, reaching up and putting my arms around his neck and pulled him back in.
"No complaints here." he muttered.
There was a knock at the door and we jerked apart. I stared grumpily at the door, sliding out of bed to go near it. Snape laughed lightly, ruffling my hair, and I called out, "Who is it?"
"I'm going to get Trang. Elizabeth, wake up!" Dad shouted through the door.
"I'll work on it!" I shouted back, my heart beating double time cause if dad came in here, he'd see Severus, "I'll be up by the time you get back."
I heard dad's footsteps fade and I turned to see Severus laying on my bed, staring up at the canopy. His traveling cloak was over a chair. His long black hair that framed his face was spread out on the pillow. I grinned, walking back over to the bed.
"I suppose you had a late night?" I asked, climbing onto the bed next to him.
"A little bit." He said, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I want you to work on Occlumency this year with me." I said, taking his hand in mine.
He frowned up at me, "You've already mastered it with. . ." he drifted off, anger coming over his face. He couldn't say Crouch Jr. without breaking something. He inhaled sharply through his nose now, scowling.
I shook my head, "Not really. If I had mastered it, he never would've been able to get into my mind in the first place."
"Elizabeth. . . I don't know." He said hesitantly.
"Look." I said, a bit impatiently but trying to not to get angry, "He's after me, you know that, you're with him. And if he gets a hold of me-"
"Which he won't." Severus growled.
"-then I need to be able to keep him out of my mind, no matter what." I finished, ignoring him.
"He's not going to get anywhere near you." Severus glared at me.
"You don't know that." I whispered, "And even I don't know that because I can't see anything about myself as you fully well know. There are no guarantees." I put a hand on his face, "Please?"
He groaned, pulling on top of him and hugging me, "You make it so hard to say no to you, you know that right?"
I grinned, kissing his cheek. "It's a good quality to have, persuasion."
He rolled on top of me and pressed his lips to mine. "Fine." he said. "I'll teach you properly."
I let out a giggle and he blushed and muttered, "You and your mind."
Then he sat back off me and reached into his pocket and said, "I got you something by the way." He glanced at my face and then laughed. "You look shocked."
"I didn't expect it." I said honestly.
He pulled out a small box. I kept my expression controlled. "I know that you don't have pierced ears so I got these for you." He said, opening the box. Inside were clip-on earrings with paste sapphires.
"Oh!" I breathed. "They're so pretty!" I got up off the bed and went over to the mirror and carefully put them on. "And they match the necklace dad gave me for Christmas some time back!" I said happily. Privately, I thought they sort've look like Firenze's eyes. Grandfather had given me earrings that looked similar to this last birthday, before he passed away, but they were the kind meant for pierced ears so I never wore them.
I turned around as he approached and he lifted my chin with a finger and said, "They look lovely on you." He leaned in to kiss me.
Then the door banged open, he dropped his hand, and I spun around. Trang had rushed into the room, looking amazed at everything.
"Elizabeth!" She squealed, throwing her arms around me and I hugged her back, smiling.
"Hey Trang."
"Who's this?" She asked, looking from me to Severus.
"This is Professor Snape." I said motioning to Severus. "Professor, this is my friend Trang."
"Hi." she said and Snape nodded at her with a strained smile.
"I should go down and give my report." he said in a more professional, curt manner to me.
"Of course." I said in the same tone and his lips twitched. He quickly picked up his traveling cloak and went out the door.
Trang goggled after him as he left and turned to me and hissed, "That's one of your Professors?"
"He's hot, ain't he?" I asked.
Trang erupted into nervous giggles, "If you say so." Then she sighed, looking around, "This place is. . . well creepy is a word for it."
"It used to belong to Dark wizards and witches." I said with a shrug. "We've been cleaning it out to make it livable. It's been abandoned for nearly 14 or 15 years."
"Yeesh." Trang said and then she handed me a bag. "This is for your birthday."
I grinned and brought it over to my bed. "You're wearing earrings." Trang said in surprise. "And where are your glasses?"
I pointed to my bedside table while I dumped out the books she'd brought. "Professor Snape gave me the earrings, but keep it on the down low okay? Dad'll be mad if he finds out and I don't want to fight with him again."
"He doesn't know that you two are together?" Trang sounded absolutely astounded.
I shook my head and glanced over at the closed door. "He knows I had a vision that we got married, but he doesn't like it. Professor Snape and him were enemies at school. Another reason is simply because they went to school together- he's dad's age."
"Oh wow." Trang whispered, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "Doesn't the age difference feel weird to you?"
I didn't answer as I checked out the book titles: The Golden Compass, Wicked, Independence Day, and Old Yeller. "Not really." I finally answered. "To be completely honest, I don't really think about it. He makes me. . . he makes me happy Trang. And I don't feel happy often, which is a horrible thing to say, but I lost Cedric, you know? And I'm trying to keep a happy face despite everything. It tortures dad to see me upset so I hide it. And when I'm with you and him, I feel happy. I can forget about all the horrible things happening in the other world for some time. And there are times, that I can feel like that here. But when I'm cleaning the damn house- I hate cleaning in the first place- all I can think about is Cedric and Voldemort and how my brother's in danger and I can't even say he's my brother yet for some reason. It's stressful, ya know? But I can't complain I guess. Voldemort wants Harry before me. And I guess I'm lucky in a way. Voldemort doesn't want to kill me."
Trang looked at me with wide eyes and then looked thoughtfully around the room. "You know. . . I always thought the magical world was a happy place. I guess because Muggles, we think that's how it should be. Rainbows and butterflies and zero problems. But it's really just like the Muggle world, isn't it? Just, really, really, more dangerous."
"Trang." I blurted out, turning to her very seriously. "I need you to do something."
"Okay?" she asked hesitantly, pushing her glasses up on her nose again.
"When you go to America this year, don't come back." I said firmly. "Just stay there for the summer and the next couple of years until we sort this out. Don't send letters or owls. The next time you get a letter from me will be telling you that it's safe to come back to Britain."
"Elizabeth! I don't think-" Trang started, flustered.
"Trang listen to me." I said, taking her hands and making her sit on the bed. "You are the only friend who's stuck by me through everything since we were practically born. I have trusted you with every secret I have and you have done the same. Voldemort does not care about your life, all he cares about is getting to me. If he were to get ahold of you, I would come running immediately. It will only be a matter of time before a Death Eater finds out about you and starts looking. They can't touch in America- I hope. So please, when you leave Europe in a few weeks, stay there. Make excuses. A job, a boy, an internship, anything. You can not come back."
Trang looked at me steadily and then she nodded, "Of course." she said strongly. "Of course I'll stay in America."
"Thank you." I whispered.
"What about. . . what about my parents?" Trang asked hesitantly.
I hesitated. "I don't think Voldemort will care. I think dad can keep an eye on them from time to time."
Trang swallowed hard, looked around and then muttered, "Mum and dad are leaving on vacation tomorrow. I'm going to search the house."
"Why?" I asked, frowning.
"Well. . ." she hesitated, "They've been acting funny. . . secretive almost. Whispered conversations behind closed doors. They seem to think we're in danger and with Voldemort rising and stuff. . . I almost wonder if they know. . ."
"But they can't?" I said, frowning. "They aren't a witch or wizard so unless you told them. . ."
Trang shook her head. "I haven't said a word to them of course."
We sat there puzzled and then Tonks stuck her head into my room. "Come on down girls! Happy Birthday Elizabeth!"
"Thanks Tonks." I said. "Come on Trang." I said and got up. I brushed my hair in front of my shoulders, covering my ears and stuck my glasses on and we went downstairs.
Severus had already left, judging by his absence. There was a stack of presents that I glared at as I entered the kitchen.
"Happy Birthday Elizabeth!" Sirius said, grinning at me and winking at Trang.
"Thanks." I muttered, sitting down at the table.
Fred and George apparated next to me, scaring Trang horribly, and she jumped in her seat.
"Happy Birthday Elizabeth! Hi Trang!" Fred announced, "How's Oliver?"
Trang blushed red and I looked at her incredulously. "Oliver Wood?" I hissed at her. She blushed darker under her dark pigment. I looked up at Fred. He winked at me.
"Nice earrings Elizabeth!" Tonks said cheerfully from across the room and I looked at her startled, my hand reaching up to touch my ear. "Where'd you get them?"
I blushed pink and opened my mouth and Trang said, "Oh, I gave them to her for her birthday."
"That's nice." Dad said coldly. I think he suspected Severus had given them to me.
Uncle Moody stomped into the kitchen at that moment. He glanced at Trang and nodded at her and then sat down in a chair. Breakfast was finished and Mrs. Weasley handed out sausages and bacon and eggs and toast and various other foods. I noticed an extra plate with crumpets on it and noticed that they were cooked differently. Dad had made them.
"Thanks Dad." I said, giving him a smile and pulling the crumpets over.
"No problem sweetheart." He said, much softer than he had earlier.
They all pressed me to open presents and I found that I had many books. I noticed Fred had refrained from giving me a charm this year. I wondered if he thought giving me one would bring back horrible memories. I wondered if he was right.
I had various books, both muggle and magical, along with lots of candy.
Trang, Hermione, Ginny, and I went up into my room to spend most of the day in there before dinner. We played card games and they looked at my artwork and we gossiped about both the Muggle and magical world. Then, we went down to dinner.
Halfway through dinner, I froze, a scene coming into my mind and my sight left the kitchen and was transported so that I was with Harry. Not really, of course, but it was what I was seeing. There were two dementors at the end of an alleyway and even though I wasn't actually there, I felt very cold. "DUDLEY!" Harry was screaming. I noticed a large shape, my cousin Dudley, running towards the dementors. Stupid! I thought in my head. But where was Mundungus? He was supposed to be on guard duty for Harry tonight, I knew that much. Harry pulled out his wand and I wanted to tell him not to- that he wasn't supposed to use magic.
"Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" I woke with a start. Dad, Sirius, and Uncle Moody were all kneeling down next to me. Trang stood by Sirius' shoulder. Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Bill, Tonks, and Mrs. Weasley were nearby.
"What'd you see Elizabeth?" Uncle Moody growled.
"Harry." I said, sitting up. "Mundungus left, Harry's going to use magic."
"Oh that damn fool!" Mrs. Weasley sputtered.
At that moment, Mr. Weasley came rushing into the kitchen, not even seeming to notice me he said, "They're going after Harry's wand! He apparently just used the Patronus Charm. Mundungus-"
Dumbledore came in the kitchen now and spotted me on the floor, "What did he do?" He asked with blazing eyes, helping me to my feet. Mundungus Fletcher was behind him.
"Patronus Charm. There were two dementors." I said, standing up.
"Right." Dumbledore said furiously. "I'm off to the Ministry. Mundungus, you stay here."
Mr. Weasley was writing a note furiously with his quill. Mr. Weasley sent his note off with an owl. Sirius grabbed the quill from him.
"Elizabeth, where are you going?" Dad asked as I started down the hall.
"Upstairs, I'll be right back, okay?" I said, dashing up the stairs, trying not to make to much noise.
I rushed over the desk and got out parchment and ink and a quill.
Harry, First off, well done with your Patronus Charm. Splendid really. You did well against the two dementors. I know you're going to be very frustrated with everyone right now for not giving you any information so I'm here to give it to you. Dumbledore's at the ministry right now, trying to sort things out. I'm foreseeing that they will undo their proclamation to expel you and snap your wand. They will still give you a trial however. Next, don't leave the house. I know Mr. Weasley and Sirius are both already telling you this but it really is of the utmost importance you don't leave, okay? I know that sucks and I'm right there with you. I wish I could've told you about M and Mrs. F but I didn't want their names out there if the owl was intercepted. But it's probably alright now. I will see you soon. Hopefully dad lets me come when we come to pick you up. I think he will. I don't see the exact date but it's within a few days- I know that much. Just be a little patient. I love you. Love, Elizabeth
Sadie was sleeping in her cage with the door open and I knocked on the bars softly. "Hey." I said as she hooted and flapped her wings, "Can you take this to Harry please? It's very important." She stuck out her leg dutifully and I tied it quickly and tightly. "Thanks Sadie." I said, kissing the top of her head and bringing her to the window. She flew off and I felt a lighter feeling on my shoulders.
I went back downstairs where the others were conversing with Mundungus. Mrs. Weasley was furious, of course.
On the side, Mundungus slipped me three Mandrake leaves. I slipped 12 galleons into his hands. A lot for three small leaves, but I was desperate. I pocketed them quickly before anyone noticed the interaction.
"Everyone to bed!" Mrs. Weasley said in a foul mood. Kingsley had showed up at some point and handed me a wrapped gift and whispered "Happy Birthday," in my ear. I thanked him.
"Dad," I whispered, pulling him aside. Ginny had taken a majority of my presents up with her to my bedroom. The rest were in my arms. "Are you taking Trang home tonight?"
He nodded, looking tense. "We'll get all this settled. I'll get her home safely too."
"Great." I said and kissed his cheek. I hugged Trang good-bye. "Sorry this wasn't the best birthday I've had." I admitted. "But I'm still glad you were here."
"The cake was good." Trang said, smiling mischievously. "That's the only reason I came anyways."
We laughed and then Trang hugged me again. "I probably won't see you again, but try to come this last weekend, okay?"
"She'll be there." Dad confirmed. "But it will be her last weekend."
I nodded and said, "I'll see you Saturday, okay?"
She nodded and her and dad left. I trooped up the stairs and dumped the rest of the stuff in my room. Hedwig swooped into my room, carrying four letters, dropping one on my lap and then flying through my open door with the other ones.
I opened it up.
Elizabeth, Thanks for the information. You're really the only one who tells me anything. I know you said you don't know the exact date that I'm getting out of here but considering my problems seem a bit worse, I'd really like if you could get as close as possible. I've sent letters to Ron, Hermione, and Sirius too but Hedwig's to peck them to death until I get adequate answers from them. But I don't think you need motivation so you'll be peck free. Thanks, Harry
I smiled and quickly got out another piece of parchment and wrote:
Harry, Thank you for sparing me from the punishment of being pecked to death by Hedwig. No, I don't know the exact date. However, I would reckon you won't be there for more than 4 or 5 days more. Dumbledore will want you here before the trial. I think Mr. Weasley will take you. You should get another letter from the Ministry soon. . . I think it's been 22 minutes already. I'm not sure how close the houses are or how fast Sadie and Hedwig fly. If it puts your mind at ease, I can foresee bits of the trial and I'm 80% sure you'll get off with zero punishment whatsoever. Dumbledore's furious with M of course. Of course, not as angry as he was in Crouch Jr.'s office last year, but extremely angry. Eyes were supposed to be on you at all times. Stupid really, I know you can take care of yourself. The only thing though was mostly to keep you from doing magic. Moot point now. I'll see you soon, Elizabeth
Sadie had just come back through the window with no letter, looking annoyed. I guess Hedwig had taken her letter from her.
"Can you go back out one more time?" I asked and even though I was trying to stay calm, my voice shook. Sadie hooted and nibbled my ear, trying to comfort me, and flew back out with the second letter.
I paced back and forth until the time started to get late and then climbed into bed. I wished briefly Severus was here and then rolled over and fell fast asleep.
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Chapter IV
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March 20, 2020
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While we’re looking for things to do at home, I thought it’d be fun to share behind the scenes of my dad’s acting debut. 🎾
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March 21, 2020
We had to push our songwriting session a few days back, to today, due to Jack being unable to join. However, I did some writing without Jack on the things that Aaron sent me. Austin should be here any minute now so I get everything ready for the sessions.
Right when someone, I guess Austin, knocks on my door I hear my phone ringing. I pick up my phone while walking towards the door. When I open the door. I see Austin standing there. I put my finger on my lips to tell him to stay silent while I answer my phone. “Hey, Kirsten. How are you?”
“Hey, Hannah. I’m doing good. How are you? How is it in Australia with the pandemic?”
“I’m good and healthy. We are shutting down production due to someone testing positive.”
“I hope it picks up again soon. I called because I needed to tell you something. I had a call with the management earlier today… and we thought it would be for the best if we canceled your upcoming tour.”
“I… I don’t know what to say. Can’t we wait a few more weeks? You know the tour starts in June we are only in March maybe in May this could be over.”
“Hannah, I know you don’t like to disappoint your fans but it’s for the best. This way you let them see that you care about everybody’s health and if I can be honest I don’t think this will be over in June.”
“Can”t we just postpone the tour until next year?”
“We could do the US and Brazil dates, but the international dates I would cancel. We don’t know how it’ll be in other countries so it’s for the best.”
“Okay. I will release a statement this week.”
We say our goodbyes and I hang up. I turn around to Austin who’s now sitting on my couch next to my guitar. I look at him to see him looking at me with sympathy. “I don’t know how you feel right now, but from what I’ve heard I also think it’s for the best. I know how much you couldn’t wait to be on stage again, but it’s the safer option.”
“I know it’s the safer option, Aus. Doesn’t mean it hurts less. I just hope that I can tour next year.”
After that, we talk for a while before calling Jack and Aaron. In the hours that follow, we write lyrics, compose some melodies and just talk. After we are done I ask Austin if he wanted to stay for dinner, I am making a very simple pasta carbonara.
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I'm so sad I won't be able to see you guys in concert this year, but I know this is the right decision. Please, please stay healthy and safe. I'll see you on stage as soon as I can but right now what's important is committing to this quarantine, for the sake of all of us.
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March 30, 2020
We are now a few weeks further. Still isolated at home. Baz had sent us an e-mail to tell us that production will be pushed back at least 6 months. So until September. We could choose to fly back home or stay here in Australia. I decided to stay. It would be safer to not fly on a plane with hundreds of people who want to rush home as fast as they can.
During these past few weeks, Austin came over a lot. I know it isn’t safe, but being alone is driving me crazy, and apparently him too. We wrote further on some songs we started during the session with Jack and Aaron last week. I also went to his apartment a few times which is just one floor under mine.
One thing I also did this week was painting. I shipped over some stuff to entertain me and a painting set and a canvas were also in it. I painted a house with a river and a walk pad towards the house. I turned out better than I expected. When Austin saw it he literally asked me: “What can’t you do.” 
I also had a few calls with my mum and Selena. Sometimes Austin was with me when they called and they talked a few times over the phone with each other. Where Selena and Austin brought up him guest-starring on the Disney show Wizards Of Wavery Place. I did the same with Ashley when she called Austin when he was over. The first time I talked to her I couldn’t believe I was talking to THE Sharpay of the High School Musical trilogy. I think Austin could tell because he was just laughing when he hung up and saw my face. A few days later Austin told me that Ashley had the same reaction as me. 
The thing that I picked up on at Austin’s apartment was that he is starting to create a timeline with pictures of Elvis throughout the years on his wall. At first, I was taken aback but he explained, that it could help him better his Elvis impressions until we start filming again. 
Another thing that happened was that Austin asked me for another date. He called it a date-at-home. It went like this:
I was putting away my paint stuff while Austin inspected the painting I had just painted. 
“What can’t you do? I mean this is incredible for someone who is not taking lessons.”
“I guess I can do a lot of things.”
“You guess, or you know?”
“I know I pick up things really fast, but I didn’t think painting was something I would ever do.”
I walked over to where he was sitting on my sofa. I sit down and take a sip of my drink that was standing there since I started painting. Austin did the same before putting it down and turning to me.
“I want to have another date with you.”
“Austin, you know we can’t go anywhere. Everything is closed.”
“Yes, I know that. But I was thinking about a date-at-home kinda thing. Where we dress up. I come to pick you up. We go to my apartment and have dinner cooked by me.”
“I would love to do that, Austin.”
“Alright, then I will pick you up Monday at 6.”
After that, we just hung out. Did some exercises for his voice and wrote some songs.
So right now I am going through my closet trying to find something to wear that is chic and not too casual. I ordered some things online that arrived yesterday. I also texted Selena this morning when I woke up with my choices. We decided on a black longsleeved turtle neck with a skirt that is checkered and comes to my ankles. I keep my makeup to a minimal natural look.
A few minutes before 6 someone knocks on my door. It’s probably Austin to pick me up. I put on my heels before I open the door. When the door is open I see Austin standing there in a buttoned-up shirt and dress pants. He looks me up and down taking in what I’m wearing. “You look beautiful.” He says when his eyes meet mine. “Thank you. You polish up good.” I say when he holds his arm out for me to hook my hand in.
“If the shops were open I would buy you a bouquet of orchids and hydrangeas.” 
He memorized my favorite flowers. This is way too good to be true.
“Well maybe sometime in the future.”
He leads me towards the elevator and pushes on the button so the elevator comes.
“You know, I can perfectly do the stairs. Even in these heels.”
“I know, but I also know from my sister that even when you can do then after a while your feet will hurt as hell.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
When the elevator arrives we get in and stand in comfortable silence while going to his floor. The elevator doors open and we get out. He opens his door and lets me go in first.
Walking in I notice that there are no big lights on, just small table lights. In the middle of the table is a candle burning with on either side plates and cutlery. This really is a romantic date. “Austin, I love this,” I say when I turn to look at him. He visibly relaxes. “I hoped you would.”
He walks me to a chair and holds it out for me to sit in. Then he walks towards the kitchen where he gets a pot from the kitchen. He places it on the table and opens the lid. I’m immediately hit with the smell of spaghetti bolognese. “I hope a simple spaghetti is good for you?” Austin asks. “It’s perfect. It smells amazing.” I tell him while he fills my plate with the delicious-smelling meal.
During the dinner, we talked a lot. We talked more about our family and friends. And sometimes there were a few silent moments but not uncomfortable ones. We also drank a lot of wine. I think we are now halfway through our second bottle and have left the table for the couch. Austin is telling about working on the set with Ashley and how they both immediately clicked. I do have to admit, I’m listening but not really picking up on what he is saying. It could be because of the many glasses of wine that I had, but it could also be because I am unashamed staring at him. He probably thinks it’s me listening. How could I not stare? He looks so attractive in a suit. And his eyes are full of light when he talks about the things he loves. 
“You know, you can take a picture if you like to stare at me.” Austin gets me from my staring state. My eyes go wide open from embarrassment and Austin starts to laugh. It takes me a minute to recover from that. 
“I get it. I do look good.”
“Oh, you’re getting cocky now?”
“Well, I just caught you full-on staring at me for a couple of minutes without shame. It complements my ego.”
“Well try to look less graceful and then maybe I would actually focus on what you’re saying.”
“You think I look graceful?”
“You look every synonym of beautiful. So yeah, you look graceful, pretty, handsome, gorgeous, raveling, sparkling. I could go on if you’d like.” After I said that his cheeks flushed red. 
Oh god, are we flirting?
“Look who’s embarrassed now?”
“Nobody has ever used so many words to tell me I’m beautiful. Even if they are synonyms.”
“Well if something or someone looks beautiful I think you always have to say it to them. It could mean the world to them.”
“I have to say, Hannah. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
After he says that we look at each other while staying silent. We are sitting so close to each other that I can feel Austin breathe.
While I continue staring into his ocean blue eyes. I notice him leaning in, so carefully. Like when he does it too fast I would run away. But truth be told I don’t think I want to run. When his lips almost touch mine I can hear him whisper: “I wanted to do this for a long time.”
And then he kisses me.
It’s a slow, passionate kiss that leaves me breathless. When our lips don’t touch anymore he opens his eyes and looks right in mine.
“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this.”
And he kisses me again with even more passion than the last one
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Chapter 5 (OIW)
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Day 30
It's day 30 again, the day I trapped the dragon.. wait.... I can use this! This is a golden opportunity to meet the dragon, because I know for sure it's going to be trapped.
I rushed over to the spot where I placed the trap the last time, careful to not be seen by past me I waited for the trap to be sprung. It took about 3 hours but the waiting paid off.
At first I thought I was seeing things, just a quick blur of gray against gray. But I started noticing it was getting closer and with each hill I'd see it. Then suddenly before I could react I heard the trap go off.
I knew I didn't have long to act so I quickly sprung into action and set about undoing the trap. All the while I was apologizing for not being able to stop the trap and talking about how I was going to free them. As it turned out the dragon had a rider, which was rather surprising and took me aback for a moment.
When I had gotten them free I quickly went about resetting the trap and moving its position. Which went much faster than I anticipated because the other two quickly sprung into action and skillfully assisted me. At the time I was confused as to why there were suddenly two people helping me and how they knew this trap.
One of my questions was answered as after we finished with the trap, one of them turned into the dragon. The other quickly hopped a board and helped me up as well. I was super grateful for the assistance as I could hear the running foot steps from my past self.
The ride was surprisingly really smooth for how fast we were going over the hills. In fact I didn't feel a single bump on the ride, but the ride was super intense it was like I was a smooth high speed roller coaster. The ride lasted for almost a minute and when we came to a stop we were super far from where the trap had been at least maybe a 1 mile at the very least.
The rider, named Natt helped me down from the dragon named Newt. I collapsed on the ground as soon as I was off, Natt started to panic and was about to start CPR but I was quick to prevent that. This series had simply worn me out and I needed a moment to collect myself. Natt continued to hover at least until Newt walked over and flicked them on the forehead telling them to give me some space.
The two of the quickly set up camp as I wrote more in my journal. Once camp was set up we started to chat while eating. Apparently Natt was the Nancy from the time break I caused, I straight up started crying when I found this out. I thought I had straight destroyed my future self but as it turns out I just allowed them to become their own person. Through the tears the two of them explained who Newt was and the three of us cried harder in the process. After the tears I swiftly punched Natt in the arm, scolding them for risking their life the way they did the day Newt was born. I then thanked them none the less for being so thoughtful.
They also explained how they believe their existence works. Which helped me connect a lot of dots about how time seems to work here. After comparing stories for the rest of the day we noticed that it was getting late and went about setting up a system on how they can find me again. We came up with a plan after I told them about the ability I possess to wear I can keep items I write on. The plan involves a system in which we'd both carry a tally sheet for each meeting. That way even if it's a future Nancy or whatever we'd know what not to talk about at the given time. I'm also to start my day by lighting a fire and carrying a flag which will help in quickly tracking me down.
I then informed them about how I found a bunker and they both agreed that was our next goal as a team. The two of them were tired from the past few days of searching for me. So I hugged them both and we settled in for the night.
As an aside I'm so happy to have these two come into my life, I've always wanted siblings.
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Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.
can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)
Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto
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Ushijima
You were having the worst week this week,  from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.
Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh  
“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”  
He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks
“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.
“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”
His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.
As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:  
Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.
Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.
You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.  
When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.
You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.
You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.
Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.
The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’
He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.
He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.
You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.  
“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you  
“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain
“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.
“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face  
“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”
You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.  
Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.
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Bokuto  
The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.  
Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.  
You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.
The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.
When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.  
You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.  
It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.
On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.  
On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”
Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.
Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.
You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.
Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.
They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.  
One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.
‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.  
He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.  
He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.
You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.  
“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes  
You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.  
“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said
The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.
Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.
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adi06lena · 3 years ago
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Why can't it just stop?
Natasha Romanoff x autistic!tourettes!fem!reader
Summary: Y/n is having bad day with her tics so Natasha helps her
Warnings: tic, crying, cussing, i don't think there anything else but let me know if im wrong!
Translations: мамы = mamas(i love the nickname dont judge me), (french)Papillon = butterfly
word count: 3k
Y/n is autistic although I'm focusing on tics more
A/N: this is how tic attacks and tics in general are for me but everyone experiences it differently. Also the end is more focused on lovey dovey stuff and natty taking care of Y/n and less about tics
Tic attacks and random little tic I don’t notice - like my eyebrow twitching, flapping hands(that also could be happy stim for me), tapping feet, or shaking my head vigorously etc.- are very annoying a frustrating -yea I usually cry when I have a tic attack because it’s that frustrating- so I thought I’d write about it. 
My tics are usually random unless I’m under stress or doing something I don’t like -like when I wake up lol-. 
My Canadian ass decided  to put a Tim’s(you’ll understand if your Canadian)  in this lol the end is so rushed cuz it was like 3am also not edited
i wrote the last part not masking so you get to see the un masked version of me and how i act.
its so shitty im sorry 
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I wake up to light shining through the blinds. I can tell this is going to be a bad day. I already feel a tic attack coming on. I turn to see Nat still sleeping. Hair sprawled out on her pillow. I gently move to lay on my back as to not wake her - it usually helps with my tics-  and bring my heels up to my butt. My feet start to bounce -the beginning of a tic attack-. Nat started to wake. I just bring my hands to my chest and try to breathe. Sometimes I can breathe through them and only tic a little. But I can't just stop a tic fully. I take deep breaths as  my feet tap, my hands only flapping a little this time. That happened a couple times. A wave of relief comes after the tics. 
I can't help the tears that fall down my cheeks. My tics are usually triggered but can also just happen. It's just so frustrating. So tiring. I don't notice Nat awake till she's wiping my tears. She kisses the side of my head.
“Bad day huh?”
All I can do is nod. Nat knows some days are harder than others and she recognizes today is one of those days.
“In bed longer natty?”
“Oh course мамы”
We only layed for another 30 minutes. Natasha brushed my fluffy hair out of my face.
“I think we gotta get up baby”
 I can't help but whine. I just want to stay in bed.
“I know мамы but we gotta eat, and I think maybe a little walk or some training can help” 
She's not wrong moving around does usually help a lot. 
“Hm? How does that sound, baby?”
I can feel my eyebrow tic.
“Your right it would probably help”
“Hold on say that again”
I can't help but giggle
“Say what? That a walk would help?”
“No before that”
I groan and hide my face in my hands. She pulls my hands to see my face.
“That you're right”
“Ahh feels nice”
I slap her on the arm. 
“Ow”
She rubs her arm. I just laugh. 
“ its not my fault i don't hear it a lot”
I look up at her
“Kinda is natty”
Now it's my turn to say ‘ow’ as she slaps my arm. I feel another big tic coming so I stop for a minute and breathe. My head shakes kinda hard. Nat just rubs my side trying to calm me down faster.
“Okay i think it's really time to get up”
I grumble out a small “okay”. Nat gets up first. 
“You wanna change now or after breakfast мамы?”
“Can we after so I can have a shower?”
“Of course baby”
Nat makes her way over to hug me. I bury my head in her chest. She just holds me and rocks side to side. I tic a little in her arms. 
She lets go and grabs my hand and leads me out the door, making our way to the kitchen
“What are we feeling for breakfast?”
She walks over to the fridge, as I move to lean against the counter.
“Can i have some fruit and a little yogurt please”
“of course babygirl”
She grabs some strawberries, kiwis and yogurt, Then makes her way beside me at the counter. I reach to the cupboard at my feet and grab a cutting board and pass it to her. She kisses the side of my head.
“Thank you мамы”
I just hum. I lean my head in my hands and let out a deep sigh. Nat moves to grab a knife and starts cutting the fruit. I grab a couple plastic bowls and start putting a little bit of yogurt in each. Nat put the knife in the sink. 
“Alright done chopping”
I push the bowls over to her. She mumbles a ‘thank you baby’ while I grab some spoons -metal for Nat and plastic for me-. I place the spoons on the table and sit down on the bench waiting for nat.
My feet start tapping again. I lean against the back of the bench and bring my knees to my chest. Ball my hands and bring those to my chest. My head starts to shake vigorously. This is a bad one. I can't help but let out little whines. I can see Nat from the corner of my eye as she quickly walks over. She puts the bowls down and sits beside me. She takes my hands and brings them to her chest. I look over at her.
“Its okay baby, im here”
After some time it finally stops. I bring my feet down to the ground and Nat lets go of my hands. I let out a deep breath. Nat caresses my cheek.
“You okay now love?”
I just nod. I can sometimes go non verbal after bigger tics for a little.
“Are you good to eat? Or do you want me to feed you?”
I shake my head no, lean forward, pick up my spoon and start eating. Nat wraps her hand around my waist and starts to eat.
I finish eating and put my dishes in the sink, I go back and sit next to Nat. I just sit until she's done. She pushes her bowl away and hugs me.
“You wanna shower now baby?”
I nod my head. I let out a surprised yelp when she picked me up to make our way to our shared room. I wrap my arms around her neck and legs around her waist. I rest my head on her chest listening to her heartbeat.
We make it to the room. She sets me down on the edge of the bed. My eyebrow twitches again. I move under her shirt with my hands around her waist. I can feel her laugh. I give a quick peck to her scar and snuggle into her more. She wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“Come on love we need to get clean”
I whine. She pulls her shirt off of me, lifts my chin up so I'm looking into her eyes.
“You can go pick out our clothes and I'll go get the bathroom ready”
“Okay natty”
She lets go and goes to the bathroom. I sigh, then stand up and make my way to the closet. I pick out sweats, t-shirt for Nat and just some joggers and one of nats oversized t-shirt for me. I make my way out of the closet and put the clothes on our bed and make my way to the bathroom. I see Nat got my favourite stuff for showers - i don't like baths because i always look and feel like a prune after- like my strawberry body wash, and my favorite shea butter shampoo and conditioner. She also got the big fluffy towels. God I love this woman. She turns around.
“After this we're gonna go for a little walk then snuggle and nap for the rest of the day”
“Yes please”
“Alright let's get in then baby” 
We both undress. Nat hops in first and turns the water on and checks the temperature. 
“Come on love”
Nat keeps the shower door open and I get in and snuggle into her chest. Natasha grabs  my shampoo and starts to wash my roots. I hum, relaxing at her touch. She quickly washes it out -as to not make my hair dry- and starts on the conditioner. She massages my scalp for a few minutes and then sections it off, twisting it out of the way. 
She starts on my body next. She grabs a washcloth and squirts some body wash on it. 
“You gotta let go of me now мамы”
I let out a deep sigh and detach from nat. My hands start to flap so I ball them up and bring them to my chest. My head starts shaking vigorously. Why can't it just stop? I'm so tired. Nat quickly wraps her arms around me so i don't slip. She rocks us back and forth. My tics seem to be getting worse. Sobs escape me. I just want it to stop.
“Make it stop natty”
I don't see it but tears escape nats eyes. My arms try to flap more but can't as they are pulled against nats chest. She just holds me tighter and I just start cussing. 
“Fuck”
“Bitch”
“Pussy”
“Fuck off”
“Stop!”
After a few more minutes they start to calm down. 
“Your okay baby, its over”
She leaves a quick peck on my forehead and Nat quickly finishes cleaning my body and then moves to wash the conditioner out -with the twists in so they don't tangle- with cold water. 
She turns off the water and leans over grabbing a towel to wrap me in. she scrunches it just above my breasts, She grabs another one and does the same for herself. She opens the shower door and we both get out. She lifts me on the counter. 
“I'll be right back love”
She left another quick peck on my forehead before leaving. I turn around a little and grab some products and a couple ponytails and put them beside me. I lean against the mirror.
Nat comes back fully dressed.
“Alright love lets get you dressed”
I sit up and Nat walks over. She puts my bra and shirt on. Then my panties and joggers. 
“Time for your hair мамы”
My arms start flapping at her words. I don't like having to do my hair.
“I know but I'll be quick. I'm just gonna do some French braids love”
“Okay natty”
Nat grabs a brush from behind me. She takes 1 of the 4 twists and grabs my detangler and starts detangling it. She's gentle and starts from the ends and works her way up. She grabs my leave in and puts that in and brushes it to spread the product. 
She finishes all the sections.
“Alright time to braid then we can go for a walk”
I nod. She starts to weave the pieces picking up new ones forming a braid on the side of my head. She finishes off the braid by tying it off with a ponytail. 
“Next one then your done”
She finished the last braid and tied it off as well. She helped me down. 
“I’m gonna grab the jackets” 
“okay natty I’ll go get shoes” 
She nods and walks over to the closet. I make my way down stairs to the front door. I see shoes -Nat has combat boots and I have air Jordan's- I sit and start putting mine on. Its hard to get the pressure even on each side so I got these cool things that make them slip ons. Nat has her combat boots so I start getting those ready for her to put on. 
She comes down just as I’m finishing. I see she has her coat on already while carrying mine. 
“Come here natty You need your shoes on” 
She chuckles and walks over. She sits and I slip the first one on, doing up the laces -I recently learned how to make a butterfly tie so I do that- and zipping it up. She watches with love in her eyes. I finish the other and stand up.
“Thanks you baby” 
“Did you like the butterfly tie?” 
Nats starts putting on my coat as we talk. My first arm goes in.
“I did my love. Where did you learn that?” 
I put my second hand in.
“I saw a video on it and Thought it was perfect” 
“Why’s that baby?”
She starts zipping up my jacket
“Well the butterfly represents undying love and I’ll love you forever so it fits”
She stands up making sure everything is done up. 
“Aw you’re sweet, thank you babygirl” 
She gives me a gentle kiss
“Can we go for a walk now natty?” 
“We sure can baby. Just wait by the door I need to get the keys and gloves”
“Okay natty” 
We part ways as she makes her way to the kitchen, and me the front door. 
I decide to wait outside. It’s snowing today so I just look at all the snow. I put my hand in my pockets. Nat comes out and locks the door behind her pocketing the keys.
“my love you needed your gloves before you come out here” 
“It’s so pretty natty I couldn’t wait” 
She just takes my hands giggling and starts putting on my gloves. There a dark red -my favourite because they remind me of natty- and does up the Velcro around my wrists. 
“Alright now that my baby’s hands won’t get cold we can go” 
I just giggle. I intertwine our gloved hands. We start our walk. 
“Where are we walking today natty?” 
“I was thinking to Tim Horton's and then back home”
I beam at that.
“Can we get candy cane hot chocolate?”
“Of course baby” 
I can’t help the goofy smile that appears on my face. 
“Yay, my favorite!” 
 Nat chuckles. We don’t talk much. Only look at the trees and the snow. 
As soon as we get close I start to run. 
“Baby stop running you’ll slip!” 
“I’m fine natty, I need to get my hot cocoa!” 
She catches up with me and grabs my waist.
“I know love, we’ll get you your hot cocoa but you gotta walk okay?”
“Okay”
Nat grabs my hand and  we walk up to the entrance. We wait in line. I focus on the TV menu. Nat kisses my temple and rubs my back as social places can be too much for me. 
“You wanna a smile cookie to baby?
“Yes please natty”
We move up the line as people get their orders. They call us to the till. 
“What can i get for you today?”
Before Nat can start i cut her off.
“Can we get 2 medium candy cane hot chocolates double cupped please?”
They put it in the system. My hands clap -happy stim-. 
“Anything else?”
Nat talks this time
“Also 2 smile cookies and that's all”
they puts that in as well.
“Okay and your total comes to 6.98, what are you paying with today ma’ma?”
I pull out my card. Nats lets me as i usually get bad anxiety about having enough money. im to excited to care right now.
“Debit please”
“Okay whenever your ready”
I quickly tap my card.
“Alright you can pick your stuff up just down there when it's ready”
We both walk down to the pick up area. Are things arrive quickly. 
“Here you go babygirl”
Nat hands me my drink and cookie. My eyebrow twitches
“Thank you natty!”
She grabs hers. We start to make our way home while sipping and snacking. It takes a little longer to get home because I get distracted by some snow and want to play for a little while. Nat just watches ‘not wanting to get cold’ - a Russian getting cold? I know crazy-. 
Nat quickly opens the door kicking the snow off her boots and taking off her gloves, I do the same. I set my drink down and take off my jacket. I sit and take off my shoes. I see Nat on the bench taking off her jacket. I scooch over to her feet and start gently under doing her combat boots. Once I'm done I put them up nicely.
Natty comes up behind me and hugs me. I giggle, which is music to nats ears.
“You wanna take a nap now?”
I turn around wrapping my arms around her waist and snuggle into her. I nod my head.
“Alright lets get you to bed then baby”
I move my hands around her neck as she grabs the back of my thighs and wraps my legs around her waist. 
She brings us to our room and sets me down on the bed. I immediately snuggle in the blankets.
“Wow replaced me already”
I just grumble making grabby hands at her. She gets in bed and I snuggle up to her. She starts to rub my back.
“I'm proud of you for today baby”
I look up and peck her lips.
“Thank you natty”
Nat kisses my forehead. I feel my eyelids getting heavy. 
“I love you natty”
“I love you too papillon”
I drift off in nats arms knowing even on my worst days she'll be there. We’re re butterflies and we fly together.
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Meaning of butterfly in love(according to google):The most prevailing is its symbolism for long life. When two butterflies are seen flying together or are following each other, it represents undying love.
thank you for taking the time to read this!!
i hope you enjoyed! have a good morning/evening/night!!!
 ~Adi out <3
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celestialrry · 3 years ago
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stood up
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hello everyone!!!! I've been awol for literally weeks because i had absolutely NO motivation to write but i finally finished this piece ˊᗜˋ so YAY. ALSOO thank you for following me, liking, and reblogging my pieces (it encourages me somuchsothankyouireallyappreciateit-- and remember reblogging really helps us writers :))) )  here’s a hug for all ur patience and feel free to send me asks or requests i love talking to you guys! ε(♡'-')з
summary: Harry keeps standing Y/N up. (request from @ballerinrry! thank u love)
warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex, angsty but with a happy ending cause for some reason i can never let them end on a bad note
Y/N was excited.
It had been a while since Harry had asked her to go on a date, it was always the other way around recently. She couldn’t blame him though, Y/N knew just how busy Harry always was, and it wasn’t like he was purposefully not asking her to go do things, he just had a lot on his plate.
That’s what she kept telling herself anyways. 
It’s what she told herself when it had been 2 weeks since they had even eaten a meal together, and given the fact that just a few months ago Harry had come back to London for a while, that was rare. So, Y/N asked him to grab lunch on a Saturday while they were lying in bed together, and when he agreed, but failed to show up, leaving Y/N sitting at the cafe, her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes not focusing on the phone in front of her, she told herself he was simply booked up with meetings and studio time and such. 
Thats what he told her when he got into bed that night to apologize for accidentally standing her up. She forgave him, of course, and suggested they could just get dinner the next week. He agreed, even walked around to his calander her to show her he was marking the date off in his calendar with a heart, her first initial, and 7:00 PM etched into the little box with red sharpie. 
So, the week passed with quick kisses of good mornings and good nights, and while Harry was gone Y/N had on a black dress she had been excited to wear for a while now, with those little mini silver heels and a coat strung over her shoulders as she sat on her couch waiting for Harry to swing by to pick her up. She shot him a text that simply asked “You otw? xx”
He was not.
It took about 30 minutes of waiting on their couch to realize he was standing her up, again. And it took until the next morning for Harry to see her text (his phone had been on do not disturb while he was at the studio and he ended up spending the night at Sarah and Mitch’s after a few beers), and for the guilt to seep through his veins. 
He apologized, again. And Y/N forgave him, again. 
Only until it got to the point where Y/N no longer remembered the amount of times Harry had stood her up, for being at the studio, or sleeping after a meeting, or simply just not paying attention to his phone, she knew there was a problem. 
Harry was fully aware of the problem too. He knew that this was no way to ever treat a partner, and if someone was doing this to him, he’d dump them— well, he’s never been one to end a relationship unless it was necessary, so that’s an exaggeration, but it’s the principle of the thing. 
Which is why when he got home one day around 11 PM, gave her a kiss to the forehead after she sat up in their bed to give him a hug, and a soft  “Can we talk?” escaped her lips, he knew he had to fix this. So he asked her if they could talk over dinner the next night, he just wanted to sleep but also wanted to fix things with his girl, asking her if she was free of course, before telling her he’s gonna make a reservation at that nice restaurant the two of them used to go to quite often, because “it’s been a while since I’ve taken my favorite girl out”.
A grin broke out on her face because he had asked her! And if Harry was planning it, there’s no way he’d cancel or stand her up. 
 So yeah, Y/N was excited.
She woke up that morning with a smile on her face, and something akin to a what she thinks a rainbow would feel like running through her veins. It had only been a few months since she’d last been on a date with her boyfriend of almost 2 years and a half in person, and she was going to make the most of it. Because after this date, things would change. They’d spend more time together again and it would be like this little bump (that neither had acknowledged) never happened.
Y/N did, well, everything to prepare. Took a long shower, shaved, put on that coconut lotion Harry likes— he tended to dig his face in her neck when he smelled it while holding her—, brushed her teeth more than 3 times, dug in her closet to find that one patterned soft purple dress she bought ages ago but never had a change to wear it, until now, put on those really cute heels Harry said he liked once (“Looks like something you’d wear on a runway pet, I love ‘em.”), and even styled her hair differently than normal.
He had told her he would swing by at 8 on the dot after the studio, and soon enough, it was 8, with no sign from the man who made the promise himself. Y/N thought maybe there was traffic, he was just running late, texted him a quick, “Can’t wait to see you!! xxx” and put her phone on the coffee table, waiting on their couch. 
8 turned to 9, 9 turned to 10, 10 turned to 11, and soon it was midnight. Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever felt more empty than how she felt then, walking to their shared room of a year, slipping off her heels and tossing them towards the closet, as well as pulling her dress over herself and letting it fall to the floor behind her, grabbing that one t-shirt she always wears when she needs comfort (which just happened to an extra 2018 Live on Tour shirt Harry had laying around that she snatched just 3 months into them dating), and flopping into bed.  
She couldn’t fall asleep, and instead spent her time curled up in their bedsheets, a steady flow of tears making their way down her blush covered cheeks.
。:°ஐ
Harry usually didn’t make mistakes.
Sure, he had his moments, grabbing the wrong coffee off the counter when his name was called at the cafe, forgetting to text Jeff that he actually couldn’t make it to a meeting that was scheduled in a few hours. Just little things, things that didn’t matter that much, and could always be fixed. He didn’t usually make mistakes that weren’t easy to fix. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.
Until, he was.
Harry loved Y/N. He loved having her around, loved spending time with her, loved loving on her, loved kissing her, loved touching her, loved the way she went about almost everything. He was so in love with her, that hurting her was out of the question. He never wanted to be the one to make her cry, make her bottom lip quiver before the tears rushed out like he’d seen many times before, due to movies, his songs (which as sadistic as it sounds was an ego builder to have someone so close to him so affected by the music he wrote), her school work, or even her friends that weren’t being so nice.
In fact, he was so in love with her, even being so afraid of commitment (it took him over a year of them dating to ask her to move in), all he wanted to do was blurt out those 4 dreaded words. “Will you marry me?” It was a bond for life, and he was terrified of that, but with Y/N all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his living days with her.
When Harry had come back from being in L.A. for so long and finally being in the same city as his girlfriend back at their home, all they did was spend time together. Every time he saw Y/N all he wanted to do was say those 4 words that he hadn’t even fully come to terms with himself. It was dangerous, and Harry’s self control when it came to Y/N was lacking, so he simply did was every normal person would do in his situation.
He stood her up. 
Many more times than he could count, and of course he felt like the shittiest person in the world— shittiest boyfriend in the world—but at least now she can’t possibly be under the impression that he wanted to marry her, which is what he wanted. Or thought he wanted, until Sarah called him up one day after he had stood Y/N up for dinner the night before and told him off. Told Harry just how fucking terrible he made Y/N feel, how unwanted she thought she was, how she felt like they were loosing their relationship, and Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. (Of course Y/N had sobbed to Sarah about it over the phone while she was drunk off the wine she opened 40 minutes after Harry said he would be there, so she really didn’t even remember the conversation).
And later that day Harry had come home, heard her wavering voice asking if they could talk, and decided in his head he would tell her how he felt, how sorry he was, and how he wanted to be with her forever and love her forever if she allowed him. He had a few expectations for their dinner, that Y/N would probably tell him how he’s made her feel, and Harry would apologize, tell her why he did it, explain he thought it was no excuse, then tell her he plans on marrying her (obviously not proposing just yet, but finally bringing up the conversation they had never had even though they were in a serious committed relationship) and they’d go back home, have the most amazing sex ever, and forget about the whole thing. 
What Harry didn’t expect was to get a call from Jeff around 5 asking him to come to the studio to fix few vocals, then end up nailing down 2 songs in one night, go to a bar with the band to celebrate, get drunk, then pass out at Mitch and Sarahs flat. 
But that’s what happened, according to Mitch, who woke Harry up the very next morning. 
“Good morning man, wakey wakey,” Mitch’s teasing tone echoed through Harry’s (what felt like full of vodka) brain as he groaned and squinted his eyes. “Why are you waking me up at this hour in the morning?” Harry asked drearily, sighing and simultaneously regretting last night as a whole because the last thing he wanted to do while hungover was be up before at least 9 AM.
“We’ve gotta go to meet with Jeff about tour in like a hour, H” Mitch stated .
At Mitch’s words Harry sat up on their couch, eyes wide in fear. “Wait mate, I thought tha’ meeting was on Wednesday.”
“It is Wednesday H, god how drunk did we let you get last night…” Mitch said, beginning to recount some of Harry’s antics the night before. Harry however, couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pumping through his ears. If today was Wednesday, that meant yesterday was Tuesday, and he went and got trashed at a bar with his friends Tuesday night when— when he was supposed to be on a date with Y/N, when he was supposed to confess his intentions, when he was supposed to apologize for standing her up over and over, yet instead he went and did it again.
Now this, this was a mistake.
“…H. H. Harry? Are you there?” Mitch’s voice came back into focus and Harry shook his head. “I- fuck, I was supposed to take Y/N out last night.” Harry said, his voice trembling.
‘I’m sure she’ll forgive you, it’s just one night.” Mitch tried to make Harry feel better. He knew Y/N was a very forgiving person, she would get over this in no time.
“No, she won’t. I-I’ve stood her up for the past month and a half, Mitch.”
At these words, Mitch stands straight up  making pained eye contact with Sarah in the kitchen who was overhearing most of this conversation with her eyes wide. She had no idea it was this bad. “Month and a half? I thought it was just that one time a few weeks ago, Harry what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry simply shook his head and didn’t reply. He had absolutely no idea how to make it up to her. “I-fuck, I don’t know Mitch!” Harry raised his voice. “I need to see her and apologize, now.” Harry said, standing up and rushing over to the front door and slipping on his shoes. 
“This meeting is mandatory Harry, as much as I want you to see her too, she’d probably still asleep, and I don’t think this can be solved in under an hour.” Mitch said calmly, already knowing Harry was close to walking out his door. Harry stayed silent for a moment, weighing the options. Either go apologize to his girlfriend, or prioritize himself over her again. 
“We can do it another day, I’m sorry, but I have to go see her, tell Jeff I feel sick.” And he walked out without another word.
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The morning after Harry stood Y/N up again was brutal. 
She stayed up all night, replaying moments with Harry in her head, analyzing if he wanted to be there with her, wondering if maybe he felt like he had to stay with her out of pity. It was torture, and the pain seemed to turn into numbness as time went by, and eventually the sun came up, and she stayed in bed, her motivation lost.
A loud crash and “Fuck!” woke her up, swollen eyes fluttering open to the invasive noise. Y/N furrowed her brows, her mind connecting everything that happened yesterday and unfortunately reminding her of the unbearable pain she went through the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up and flung her legs out of her bed sheets that had been flung off the bed in the middle of the night.  She began grumbling to herself as she made her way downstairs, ready to tell Harry off for making so much noise.
Her mouth stopped moving, and instead remained in limbo as her eyes met Harry’s. His mouth opened to speak, but his words were caught in his throat as he saw the state she was in. It was when her mouth pressed into a line that he could begin talking. “Y/N, baby, please I know you don’t wanna see me or talk t’me right now but I’m so fuckin’ sorry, love. So so sorry, it was an accident, I went t’ the studio to fix a few things then got hung up on the songs and by the time we went to celebrate I completely lost track of time, and I was too drunk to drive home so I crashed at Mitch’s.”
Her mouth fell open at his words. Everything was happening too fast. Hearing that he stood her up to drink at a fucking bar to celebrate himself, then coming home and accidentally knocking over a glass in their kitchen (which she put together was the crash earlier after seeing the shards of broken glass on the floor) frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer, and Harry had stopped talking after realizing what he just admitted to her. Without another glance, instead of looking at Y/N’s tear stained face, all he saw was her back, walking up the stairs to their room. 
“Fuck,” He said to himself before following her up the pink stairs. “Y/N, love wait-please, I’m so sorry, I just need to talk to you, I need to explain myself, please.” He begged as she shut their bedroom door in his face, his voice turning into a desperate whine at the end. 
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It’s been 3 days since then, and she hasn’t spoken to him. He would leave in the mornings, kissing her forehead and mumbling an “I love you” and telling her exactly what time he’d be home, before leaving and coming back on time to find an empty plate in the sink and her lying in their bed, whether it be reading, scrolling on her phone, or typing on her laptop. He would apologize many times, reaching his hand out for hers and she would simply situate herself in their bed and lay down, back turned to him. 
Harry just couldn’t take it anymore. 
It was when she had finally let him kiss her forehead goodnight that he decided to take his chance. “Y/N.” He spoke softly, with no response or anything to indicate she heard him. “Baby, can we please talk- or I’ll talk and you listen, I just- I really need to say some things.” 
She was still faced away from him when he leaned against their headboard and he decided to keep going. 
“I- um. I’m sure you know how sorry I am, but I really am- sorry I mean. Not just for tonight but for every other time I’ve stood you up. I’m so sorry for not showing you how much you matter to me, and how much the things you do matter to me.”
It was then that she slowly sat up next to him and looked at him, eyes begging him to continue. He blushed at her intense eye-contact that he had barely gotten over the past few days and took a breath, opting to look at his hands fidgeting in his lap.
“We’ve been together for 2 and almost a half years, which is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and it’s no excuse to treat you this way, but I had just been thinking about how things progress even further than now,” He coughs. “Which is marriage, and when I finally came home, all I wanted to do was ask you to marry me- I don’t- m’not proposing right now, I just- I got really scared because wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is crazy to me,
I’ve never thought that way about anyone else until you, I didn’t even really want to get married before you, and I started to distance myself before I ended up telling you this, but obviously that blew up in my face.” He chuckled a bit, locking eyes with her unreadable ones for a moment and lifting a hand to run through his hair. “What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, so so much, and I plan on marrying you— obviously if you want to too, of course— and I’m so sorry for trying to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore or love you any less, because it’s the complete opposite of that.”
His eyes were watery now, as he started down at his interlocked fingers, and his eyes widened when her hand was gently placed over his own. “Harry,” Y/N began. “Look at me, please.” 
His head lifted to see her facing him, her brows knitted and a small smile on her face. “I forgive you, okay? I could tell you were kind of scared of commitment when we first started dating, and I wish I could say your reason for standing me up is surprising but it’s not.” They both chuckled a bit at this. “I- I’m still upset at you, I need you to know that, because 2 months of thinking the love of your life is avoiding you doesn’t feel all too great, so you suck for that,” she said, planting a quick kiss to his cheek which quickly turned pink. “But Harry, even if you asked me to marry you a year ago I would have said yes. I love you, so much, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you as well. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment, it was… unnecessary and immature. So, thank you for apologizing. I love you.” She confessed again.
“S’okay, I deserved it, and I love you too. Maybe even more. So um, we’re okay?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face. 
She nodded with a smile and pulled him into a much needed hug and pulled away only for him to bring her into an even more needed kiss. “If you ever try to pull that shit again, I’m breaking up with you.” She laughed and he tackled her into the sheets hiding his face in her neck.
“Duly noted, love. Duly noted.”
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shesawriter39049 · 3 years ago
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Pairing: Gang leader Yoongi X Shooter OC (AKA his baby/right hand)
About- You’re both stressed and end up fucking it out on the bar top of one of your many nightclubs.
Or- Shit’s just getting a little funky over here...and maybe it has something to do with an old friend turned enemy recently getting out of jail.
WARNINGS: (This is actually a little softer than it sounds; their dynamic is just harder if that makes sense?) Light/rushed prep, fingering, dirty talk, spit play, cum play, choking, hair pulling, semi public sex, biting/marking, Light degeration kink (He calls her a little slut/a bitch...but more so playfully than anything)
WC: 1.2K Sneak peak (Full thing is around 8K)
NOTE/BACKSTORY- I have a series on here called “The Plug” It’s Jimin centered but Yoongi bounces in and out...the premise of that story is Jimin started out as a street dealer back in HS then turned the business legal once he got older. Now he’s dealing with the repercussions of his past slowly trying to hinder his future! There was an alternate version...where the main male character actually grew the business once he took over and turned it into an organized crime empire...instead of going more...corporate. When I wrote that version I always pictured Yoongi as opposed to Jimin...so this was the original drafted part 1 from almost 2 years ago that I never posted!
ABOUT 55 HOURS PRIOR
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THURSDAY 3:30 PM , Legends Gentlemen’s Club
It was a quarter to 4 on a Thursday afternoon, your alone, standing behind the main bar, starting the ever so tedious process of counting open your drawers for the day. Which was already proving to be a nuisance, since the drawer in question is already looking a little...off. The faint sound of some random Spotify playlist floods through the speakers, filling the empty space that’s usually compact with close to a hundred sweaty bodies on the daily.
About halfway through the first register you heard the side door to the club creek open. You already knew who it was, given the time of day, for starters the clubs not even open to the public yet. More importantly the way they just barged in like they own the damn place, then in a more tactical sense, this place is bugged up the ass, there's cameras hidden every-damn-where. Your phone lights up the minute tires hit the pavement of the back lot!
But also...is it creepy that you know your man just from his walk alone? Cause, yeah, even the footing let you know it wasn’t Joon, Tae or Jimin....it was none other than Mr.Min!
Hints why you never stopped counting down your register, nor did you even spare the visitor a glance. Not that you were worried regardless, your man never really got off on the whole damsel in distress aesthetic. Which is why your glock was hidden under the bartop, right next to the panic button that did a little more than just call 5-O! Actually it didn't call the police at all, it called your boys which was far worse...
Even once the footsteps grew closer and you felt a shift in body heat hit the back of your neck! Tossing his black aviators and a zip-lock freezer bag full of what looks like crushed ice (Though this is far from your first rodeo, so yes you're very much aware of what it actually is) onto the bar. Brows furrowing into the center of your face, briefly wondering mid count why he’s the one dropping that off and not one of the runners.
Initially Yoongi was going to leave you be for a while, well aware of your daily routine, planning to busy him with his phone, and overpriced coffee! But you kept doing this thing, which was essentially existing, in this dress that just clung to every damn curve on your body which he’s committed to memory at this point! So, after a good meh, 50 seconds patience becomes a nuisance and his Starbucks is swiftly forgotten.
You already knew it was only a matter of time, this man couldn’t keep his hands off you if his life depended on it! You could literally feel him eye fucking you since he walked it. Honestly you thought you were doing a pretty good job adverting him...until eventually the man in question became a little harder to ignore! Especially once your caged against the bar top with one smooth roll of the hips. Breath hitching in your throat, lashes fluttering and if this was a couple years ago you would’ve fumbled this entire drawer.
At this point it’s just second nature, honestly once he settled behind you, it’s a little easier to focus now that there’s a familiar weight dawning your body.
Broad shoulders and chest pressed flush against your back, sandwiching you between his frame and the smooth wood counter. Hips grazing the swell of your ass, as you accidentally wiggle against him, with a cheeky little smirk. You still can’t understand this mans anatomy, how the actual fuck is he big and small all at the same damn time?! Because currently, in this very moment he feels like the iron giant and your feeling all types of microscopic! Suddenly consumed by the warm, yet heady scent of his cologne, infiltrating your senses! A chin resting leisurely against your shoulder, and a cold little button nose, teasing up the side of your neck!
Swiftly letting the stack of twenties fall from your fingertips, internally wincing upon noticing the drawer is off for the 2nd time this week! Soo, I guess a bitch is starting over and hoping it was an operator error on your end or it’s not going to be a good day for Barbie! A running joke within your crew is believe it or not...Yoongi’s actually the nice one, do with that information what you will!
You already need a damn break, this is not starting out well, so you slowly let your eyes fall shut briefly, allowing yourself to essentially just drown in his presence for a moment. Already feeling a migraine brooding in the center of your face. Reclining your neck and Yoongi takes the hint, smirking like the little shit he is the entire time. Painting a trail towards your ear in a form of messy open mouthed kisses that already have you shifting against him. An unintentional arch forming in your back and goosebumps spreading along your skin. Long tattooed fingers cascading along your stomach, teasing over the thin fabric. Idly drawing patterns into the half mesh, half rhinestone, thirst trap you called a dress!
Yoongi doesn't even attempt to start a conversation, clearly content with leaving little bouquets of blues and purples against your shoulders. He always has been a tad bit possessive, faint hums and sighs leave your throat as you continue counting. Though, regardless of how good all feels, there's something a little more pressing sitting in your throat! You’ve also never been the best at biting your tongue either soooo...
“So, I had a talk with Joonie this morning...just going over numbers and shit…” Yoongi hums low against your skin, coaxing you to continue. “When we started going over scheduling for the Clubs this weekend he asked me to have Bam cover Taes shift” Yoongi's lips still at that, a labored breath shuttering through his chest,blunt nails digging into your sides.
“So, would you care to explain to me why the actual fuck Joonie says Taes going on, out of state runs now!?”
Of fucking course! He’s going to shoot Namjoon in the damn foot! Actually no, even better, he's going to drown all of his plants and not his weed plants but he’s boujee ass Bosnian whatever the fucks! That he buys from the old white lady at the farmers market! This was a conversation Yoongi was hoping to have with you on his own, preferably high as hell and post orgasm.
Pivoting your head slightly, “When were you planning on filling me in, or do I not get to know shit about my boys anymore?” Yeah, your boys….much like this is your club, amongst other establishments within the Black Light District. You had your businesses, and Yoongi had his own, and though at the end of the day what’s undoubtedly yours is his and vice versa...in moments like this however...you become very territorial.
There was a pause on your end but it intentionally wasn’t long enough for him to even render any type of response! You were on one today, that’s for damn sure!
“You know, his pretty ass didn't grow up in this fucked up shit like you and Jimin did, he’s from the side of town where they'll pay $100 for a damn ounce Yoongi! An ounceeeeeeeeee! I don’t even know if he could mentally handle everything that comes with all of-“ flailing your arms haphazardly “This!”.
Everything just kinda started violently spilling from your lips before you could even process what was happening! Almost like someone just tripped your “on” switch and now you can’t stop! Yoongi’s giving no type of feedback either, face stoic, lacking any ounce of emotion to even indicate he was listening to begin with!
“Oh, not to mention Tae is literally the friendliest and softest mother fucker around, he adopted a one legged pigeon last week! There’s a reason I haven’t chosen to move him into anything heavier so why the actual fuck would you--“ Yoongi snakes his hand into your hair, gripping your scalp hard enough to have your roots burning. Though he doesn’t even acknowledge the low hiss that falls from yours lips, clearly more than over your little rant! Without saying a word he starts guiding your head where he pleases.
"Settle"
Your eyes shift something feral at that, and theres almost a snarl playing on your overly glossed lips! Ohhhhhhh the level of just...calm within his delivery right now is almost patronizing...and it has your blood boiling. There's nothing, i mean nothing worse that being pissed and the person your mad at being almost offensively relaxed.
The gang leaders eye contact would be unnerving, spine bowing even if you were anybody else...you can tell he's pissed, the slight twitch within his jaw tells you that. Yet....
“Yoongi let me the fuck g-“ Everything you were trying to say died on your tongue as he smoothly brought his lips flush to yours, it’s firm, so much so you’d almost wondered if he was trying to bruise them! Yet, regardless of the kiss never leaving the realms of chaste ,that doesn't stop you from having to suck in a deep breath through your nose to stop yourself from growing light headed! It's cliché, a little cheesy, all of the above, but it's if not anything else...an effective way to get you to shut the fuck up for half a second
Pulling back just enough to speak, yet close enough for his lips to tease yours in the process. Waiting until your eyes flutter open, living for how dazed and disoriented you’ve become within seconds! Dropping his hand to the back of your neck, squeezing, until you temporally yield beneath his touch, just like a cat being scruffed at the nape.
“First off, hi baby, I’m good, my little dinner date with sheriff Maynard went fan-fuckin-tastic thanks for asking-“ You went to open your mouth though, once your brain started flowing again, however the quirk in his brow said otherwise. “More importantly….You really think I’m that fuckin stupid?” Tone gentle yet robust, head cocked, brow tilted in your direction as he appraised you with feigned curiosity . Gaze sharp, flickering between your eyes and lips as he licks his own.
SOOOOOOOOOO Yeah, like I said I had two version of the plug, the more idk..."street" version I built around Mr. Min...as I said the full thing is 8K...and this actually is the second "scene" if you will...it starts the night of the drug deal they’re discussing! If there’s interest I’ll post an finish editing full full thing. I haven’t really been active on here in like a year or so lol I thought it would be better to ease my way in!
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writingsfromhome · 3 years ago
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Sorry x Rare
A/N: I got two lyric requests for Sorry by Beyonce and Rare by Selena Gomez. They were both sort of two sides of the same coin so I wrote them together it mostly goes from rare to sorry. Thanks for the requests, fingers crossed it lives up to what you wanted! <3
Synopsis: You and Harry have been together for a long time but he’s not the same man you fell in love with anymore.
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I move my dinner around on my plate, my gaze on the man pacing outside the restaurant on his phone. My man. But it didn't really feel like that these days. These days, Harry was a stranger to me--late nights, phone calls interrupting dinner, waking up to find him gone and not even sure if he'd come home at all.
I watch him remove the phone from his ear in a rush, stare at it, and then shove it aggressively in his pocket. He walks back in, cheeks pink and huffing.
"Should we ask for the bill?" He sits down in a flurry. I stare at his barely-eaten meal and my own dinner mashed to bits.
"We've barely had dinner."
"Babe, we've been here for over an hour since..." he takes his phone back out to inform me of how much time exactly but something must catch his attention because his sentence dies on his lips. I stare, he was so distant lately. "I'll drop you off at home, I've got to meet the boys they decided to talk business-"
"It's 8pm on a Thursday," I state the obvious. "Can't you catch up with them la-"
"This isn't an argument Y/N," Harry finally looks at me. He was done discussing it. He lifts his hands to the waiter and a minute later dinner's been paid for. He wasn't my baby, I think as we stroll outside to his car. I don't know who this man was.
***
I wake up the next morning with the weight of Harry on the other side of the bed. I could smell him, the booze sitting in his pores.
“Ugh,” I groan, not wanting to smell that first thing in the morning. I get up and start my day before I head to work. Soon, Harry appears squinting as I stir sugar into my coffee.
“I need a coffee,” he says, his voice hoarse. It used to sound sexy but now it was just another reminder that things changed. We lived like roommates and it hurt that he never wanted to talk. Half the time, he acted like I wasn’t even there.
I watch him settle with his coffee, taking the first sip and letting out a deep breath. A memory comes to me suddenly, the first year we were dating,
“I think this is the best coffee I’ve ever had,” it was the first night Harry had stayed the whole night and I’d made him coffee in my outdated coffee maker. It came out burnt half the time but that morning’s cup was decent. We’re swaddled in my blankets--the room I rented back then had poor circulation in the winter.
“I think you’re still slightly drunk,” I lean my shoulder against his and cup the warm drink. “I’ve definitely had better coffees.”
“Maybe coffees are just better the morning after,” he says, glancing at me and I know he can see the flush on my cheeks. He knew I was shy talking about certain things in the light of day.
“We can say that,” I mumble into the cup. “It’s just nice to have a heat source.”
“Here,” he takes the cup from me and reaches over to put both on the nightstand.
“Hey I wasn’t done with that.”
“I know but if you’re cold, I know this other heat source--it even works for hypothermia.”
His statement causes a blood rush that warms me already but I don’t say no to what he has in mind. I could make us another cup later.
Harry catches me staring when he looks over and raises an eyebrow. I snap out of my thoughts and twist my lips into a smile, looking back at my own drink bitterly. Who was this man in front of me? Out loud, I ask: “How was your night? You came in late.”
“I was out with the boys.” he says in a tone that meant he didn’t want to talk about it. “It got late.”
“A text would’ve been nice,” I say, still looking at my cup.
“S’not like you were waiting up,” he turns to walk back towards the bedroom.
“Learned not to,” I mumble but I know he’s heard me with the way he pauses. But he didn’t care enough to argue, dispute it, nothing. He leaves.
***
"Guess who just made a commission that's more than I used to earn in a year?" April walks into the small office, an infectious grin on her face.
"You sold him on it?" I put away the file I'm working on and jump up to hug my friend.
"I had to flirt a little--give him a vivid picture of what he could have there, and he signed! I'm bloody brilliant."
April was my American ex-pat who I met when she was looking for a flat a few years ago. And now here she was, working for me at the small real estate office I managed with a few other people I considered friends.
"Do you know if he was single?" I tune back in to hear Janelle asking.
"No, don't give her bad advice!" I scold Janelle. “We don’t date clients.”
"I'm miserably single," April pouts. "I'll take advice even if it’s bad."
"Bad advice is to stay with your college sweetheart to the point where you're not sure he even cares about you." I say to no one in particular. It was just us in the office today, and they knew everything about my life so I didn't care much. But the pin-drop silence that follows is different. I look up to see my friends eyeing each other. "What?"
"Nothing." They stay tight lipped but I push and they crack. "Well, so...we know things are rocky between you and Harry..."
"Things aren't rocky," I clarify. "They're just...nonexistent."
"Right," April slides closer. "Soo, we saw him at the club yesterday."
I raise my eyebrow, "He told me he was meeting up with his boys."
"Oh!" They sound surprised I know, but they look at each other again so I push them. "He was...there was a girl? Sitting on his lap for most of the night? Like, nothing happened I don't think so?" She turns to look at April at the end of each sentence.
Personally, I feel gut-punched even though I suspected this. I knew he wasn't where he said he was going to be sometimes, or with who he said he was going to be with. But he cut our own dinner short last night to be with strangers yesterday? I grip the pen in my hand.
"Y/N honestly...you know we love you and support you. But, you're a special girl and you deserve better than that sod."
"Yeah," Janelle puts her hand on my shoulder. "You're a gem Y/N. There's someone else out there who's gonna see how rare you are."
"I know," I blow my cheeks out. We'd had different conversations like this before, although never this direct. I guess we'd never had direct proof of what my husband was doing until now though.
"He's an idiot not knowing you're so rare," my friends try to comfort me. I feel my eyes well up and I swipe at them. I wasn't going to cry at work but they must sense the tears because they excuse themselves, "We're going to get you a tea, and some pastries to celebrate April's sale. April?"
I keep my face buried in my hands as they leave, take a few deep breaths. "I am rare," I say to myself but even that makes me laugh bitterly. Harry and I had been together for 5 years and here I was trying to count up all the reasons we should stay together when he didn't even care. He was out with other women, and I was waiting around for him.
"I'm rare," I say again. "I'm special, I deserve better. I...deserve better."
When will u be home tonight? I text Harry before I lose my nerve.
Busy he says. That’s it. And then, Why?
What time? I ask again.
8 or so, he responds.
Okay, we need to talk then. I put my phone away, too scared what he might text back. A tear falls from my cheek onto my keyboard, landing on the letter H. It mocks me. I wipe it off, and before I can think about what I'm doing I smash the letter down with my fist. I stand up and walk to the back of the office, a window overlooks the busy street. I'd had enough, I decide. Fuck Harry.
I’m not sure how long I stand there stewing, but my friends walking in with pastries and tea ends the emotional boiling pot from overflowing.
"Thanks," I take the cup from them.
“So we were talking and...” April looks at Janelle and she nods. “You should come out with us some time. Like...tonight. Dance with us, with other people...”
“I...I’ve got something at 8,” I come up with an excuse. As angry as I was, I wanted to have this conversation. It was long overdue.
***
I check my time again, the last text Harry sent me Ok. But it was 8:25 and Harry still wasn’t home. I’d give him five more minutes, I decide. I’d already tried to ring him with no answer.
I stare at the ring on my finger, it was supposed to symbolize a promise he made to me. What a fucking joke. I should’ve never said I do in the first place.
Was it young love, I wonder. Did we do this too fast and we were just set up to fail? But I remember the good memories, the soft and sweet times between us.
“I-I’ve never done something like this before,” I tell Harry. “I hate heights.”
“Listen,” he crowds around me, blocking my view of his friends who are walking up the narrow trail like it was any old walkway. “You go in front of me, I’ll have my hand on your back the whole time. I won’t let you fall. I promise.”
I look up into those gentle eyes and swallow my fear. “Okay.”
“I promise it will be so worth it,” he gushes, his excitement uncaged now that I’d agreed. “There’s no lights there so the stars are so bloody bright--I know you’re going to love it!”
I can’t help it, my lips crack into a smile at his boyish excitement. He catches it and pauses, a breath in this whirlwind of a night. What started out as a house party turned into a walk to a local beach which turned into a hike into the woods and up a precarious--and very steep--ridge to get to an isolated lookout. Only with Harry did I find myself in these situations. And I loved it. I loved him, I realise then. My expression must change because he tugs on my hand, probably worried I’d change my answer.
“Walk ahead,” he instructs and I nearly tip toe on the ridge that’s at least 30 feet across. But his steady hand on my back pushes me gently and I walk across confidently until I look down 2/3 of the way. I freeze in place but Harry’s ready. “Y/N, you’re safe here. Look at me-look...”
I crane my neck and he grounds me, oh my god how did I just realise now how in love I was with him? He squeezes my hand, asks if I was okay. I had to be, I couldn’t stay stuck in the middle.
Inch by inch we finally make it to the other side and I jump off with a yelp which sets Harry off in a burst of laughter. Pretty soon he’s lifted me over his shoulder and carries me to the lookout on the edge. My feet had been through enough, he’d said.
And he was right--it was so worth it; the view with all the stars laid out. The buildings and their light pollution below were blocked out by the outcrops and it made the stars twinkle in all their glory. It made it the perfect place to be with the person I loved.
“Isn’t it the most incredible view?” Harry whispers in awe behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“I.....I have no words apparently,” I laugh and turn in his arms. “Thanks for pushing me, this...it was worth it.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ears and gazes at me in a way that makes me want to squirm. But I hold his gaze.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks with a smile.
“Compared to the view,” I glance behind us. “I guess I’m alright.”
“No,” he guides my face back towards his. “This view over that one, any day. M’just that lucky.”
My words die on my lips as I’m overwhelmed by this feeling between us, the one I thought would keep us together like this forever.
He raises an eyebrow when I go silent and I shrug, “I’m all out of words today.”
I close my eyes as he kisses my temple. I turn back around and we spend the moment in silence, drinking in the view. His friends chatter around us but they’re background noise. My life felt like a movie right now.
Before we leave as a group, I tug Harry back. This was a good as place as any to tell him. I press my lips to his, and it takes him a second but he’s kissing me back. Before it can get carried away I push away and tell him what I’d been thinking all night, “I love you.”
He takes a step back, and then he’s grinning and pulling me back. “I love you! I love you listen, I’ve been wanting to say that for weeks!”
“Weeks?!”
“Yeah weeks! My sister said it was too soon, I might scare you off!”
I think about a few weeks ago, I was intensely shy around him even then. Maybe she was right, but the idea that he talked about me to his sister makes me flush. I wrap my arms around his waist “I just...this moment is so perfect. I never want it to end.”
“It doesn’t have to.” he’d promised. “I’m yours forever Y/N.”
When 8:30 comes and goes I call April, she lets me know where they were. “We’re so happy you’re coming! Are you sure you don’t want us to meet you somewhere else?” she shouts into the phone. When I tell her I just wanted to be where they were she reminds me to text them when I was nearby.
I have to dig into the back of my closet, past the pantsuits I wore to work, the casual dresses and loungewear. I still had some of my old party clothes, just a bit tighter than they used to be. But for where I was going, it would fit in.
Before I leave, I take a pen and scrawl a note: “Great talk"
My friends spot me as I walk in. The music is instantly too loud, the lights too bright, and there are too many people. But one of my them shoves a drink in my hand and pretty soon it’s the best place on earth. It was exactly where I needed to be. I turn off my cellphone and enjoy myself.
After a certain point, I don’t even know who I’m talking to, but pressed up against a body, feeling wanted, it drives me to keep dancing all night. Eventually, I crash at April’s and don’t roll out of hers until 11 the next morning. Harry’s barely an afterthought until I’m tucked in the taxicab taking me home and turn on my phone. 8 missed calls, 2 voicemails and 13 texts.
I’m shocked at the volume, Harry hadn’t blown up my phone like this in over a year. I listen to one voicemail: “Where the hell are you? I come home an hour late and you’re bloody gone with this stupid note here. Pick up! I’ve called you a billion times.”
I stare at my phone, I hadn’t heard Harry this passionate since...well it was a long time. And all it took was going out late and not answering his calls, giving him a taste of his own medicine. It almost makes me angrier; I had to partake in this juvenile dance to get his attention, even though we’d been married nearly 2 years.
He’s on a call when I get home, talking numbers or something. I head directly to the shower, clean up, and take my sweet time. It must’ve driven him mad waiting for me because by the time I’m out he blows a gasket.
“What’s this stunt you pulled last night? Wanting to talk and leaving me a stupid sarcastic note just because I’m late? Where were you?”
“Out,” I shrug. “I didn’t know you were late. You didn’t text.”
“I didn’t tex--oh I see, now we’re being petty yeah?”
That irked me, “I’m not being petty. It’s not like I get the same courtesy when you’re out late!”
“I’m busy, I can’t always be texting you!”
Excuses, I laugh and he looks at me like I’m crazy. “Busy what? Screwing other women-”
“Don’t be making shit up-”
“I’ve had people tell me that they see you with other women Harry! S’not a far stretch!”
That quiets him. Finally, he comes forward to stand inches away. “Y/N, c’mon. You and me...this is stupid. Sure I go out to party but I’m not-”
“Stop.” he was actually trying to talk his way out of this. And because I’d rather step in front of an oncoming train than cry in front of him, I head to the front door and walk out. I’d find someplace to crash today, but I wasn’t doing this.
***
“How’re you doing?” Janelle asks. I’d shown up at her doorstep and she set up her guest bed. She had plans so I spent most of my time burying myself in work, trying to get rid of all that angry energy pent up in me. Janelle had just come home.
“I’m just trying to move on. I don’t want to talk about him, I just don’t care at this point--I’m fed up!”
“As you should be,” she agrees. “Listen, I know we had a crazy night yesterday but I’m going out with some friends today and...maybe it’ll help you?”
I think about the killer headache this morning, but I also remember how good it felt to forget for a bit. I agree. Before I know it, Janelle’s found something that fits me and we’re back at a different club than the night before. Her friends are familiar faces but after a few drinks we’re all best friends. It feels great. Until I spot Harry’s face.
“That’s enough,” his face looms over mine as he pushes away the man I’m up against.
“What the fuck Harry...” I trail off as he pulls me away from the middle of the crowd. I try to pry his hand off but there’s too many people and he’s moving too quickly...and I’ve had a lot of drinks. “Let me go!” I say when we finally step away. We’re in what must be a private room. He seemed familiar with it--of course.
“So just because you heard I’m out and about some nights, you decide to come here and fuck around with random men?”
“Excuse me?” I stare at him, he was out of his mind. “I’m out having fun with my friends! I’m not here because of you.”
“Really? You come to the same place I come to all the time and dance with these strangers? And you’re drunk as fuck!”
“Since when did you care?” I ask. “Just leave me alone. You’ve been doing that perfectly fine the last few months.”
“I’m your bloody husband Y/N, you can’t just-”
“Then act like one!” I shout, and in the muffled quiet of the room with the bass thumping through it rings out. “I don’t need you! And you made it clear you don’t need me. These rings are a fucking joke, here-” I take mine off and throw it at him.
“You don’t mean it-”
“I do.” I give him a level stare, suddenly clear-headed. Maybe I’d process it later, but right now I was finally seeing what he’d become. He deserved to feel how I felt, and quite frankly, I didn’t give a fuck. I flip him with both hands, “Quite frankly Harry, you can suck my d-”
“Harry!” A shrill voice rings out from the entrance that now carries the loud beats of the dance floor, swallowing my words. “Liam told me you were here!”
I glance at the brunette in the doorway and back at him. I couldn’t even muster an eye roll; I had enough.
“Y/N!” Harry calls my name as I walk out.
“No it’s me, Becky?!” she tries to correct him. I can’t help but laugh as I make my way back to my friends with a drink in my hand, feeling free.
***
“Y/N, it’s Harry. I don’t know how it got this shite just please call me back. Just give me five minutes that’s all I n--message deleted”
“He’s moved on to the office phone then?” Janelle asks, her desk was beside mine so she’d heard him as I checked my messages. It was two weeks since that glorious night when I’d dumped Harry’s ass. Although a lot of my things were still at our house, I was just staying in a hotel right now while I figured things out. One thing I knew for sure though, I didn’t want to see him again.
“It’s pretty pathetic,” I say. It was also pathetic how long I’d stayed waiting around for us to be magically fixed. But that was something I was working on getting past.
“You’re glowing without him,” April says from where she’s getting her files together. “Haven’t you got that showing out east?”
“Yeah, oh god is that the time?” I rush to get my files in order. “I’ll catch up with you later-”
“We’re still getting drinks after?”
“Yes, drinks!” I call out as I leave the office and head down to the lobby. I don’t expect Harry there, and I barely have time for him as he comes up to keep my pace.
“Harry, I’ve got somewhere to be please leave me alone.”
“Y/N, wait just please listen to me.”
“No.”
“2 minutes!”
“Not even 1,” I spot my cab out front and head towards it. I’m about to get in but Harry holds the door. “Harry let go I’m going to be late.”
“Just let me talk to you, please!”
I finally look at him and he’s quite a sight. His hair is matted and without it’s usual bounce. He’s got a rough look and a 5 ‘o clock shadow.
“You had plenty of time to talk to me for months, you were too busy at the club. Sorry not sorry,” I tug at the door and he lets go, I don’t spare a backwards glance as we drive away.
One of the showings is successful, I manage to sell the family on the home and we set up a meeting to go over details at my office later in the week. I’ve got a bounce in my step as I return to the office. I tell the girls I’d meet them at the bar as I finalize my papers at the office. My bounce falters when I go head out after 5 to see Harry waiting outside the building.
“Y/N,” he calls out when he sees me. “I’m not going to leave until you talk to me.”
“That’s called stalking,” I say. A few people walking past us turn to glance at him and he notices. He moves to the inside lobby and asks me to follow. With a big sigh I do.
“I know what I did.” he begins.
“Congratulations,” I roll my eyes.
“No wait, I know what I did to you. And sorry can’t cover it. Just let me make it up to you, we have history and-”
“You don’t get it.” I stop his monologue from going any further. “I’m gonna be just fine. Without you. You didn’t care about our history until you couldn’t have me. I don’t know what happened to you Harry, but you’re not the man I fell in love with-”
“I know,” he says, tears of frustration coating his lashes. “I fucked up, I-I didn’t see what I had right in front of me and I just-”
“Let her slip away? Is that the best you can come up with?” I scoff. “You know what Harry? I’m done with this! Boy...bye.”
“Y/N just--” he grabs my arm before I can leave and pushes something cold into my palm. My wedding ring.
“I don’t want this,” I push it back in his hand.
“Please just take it--hold onto it,” he pushes it back into mine and closes my fingers over it. “I can’t...I can’t hold onto it just take it! You don’t even have to think about it-”
“Harry,” I soften my tone. He was desperate and even though some part of me thought it was about time he felt this type of way, my heart hurt a little. I didn’t want him to see that though so I just tuck the ring into the pocket of his button up and pat it. “Goodbye Harry.”
I walk away with my head held high even though he calls out to me. I walk the few blocks to where my friends are waiting and their warm smiles are enough to help me push the memory of Harry’s teary eyes, and the real history we did have once upon a time away. I was done with him, no longer thinking about him.
I just kept telling myself, I was rare like a gem and I had to see that. And maybe one day, someone else will too.
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