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Bulls Eye | JJK | Bottoms Up

A summer weekend isn’t complete without Jungkook coming to seek you out at your job at the beach club to bless you wish his smile. A smile that quickly fades to anger one night, when he catches your ex trying to get your attention.

›› Bottoms Up Masterlist ›› AU: Friends to Lovers ›› Genre: Smut / Fluff / Angst ›› Rating: 18+ (sexual content) ›› Pairing: JJK x Reader ›› Word Count: 9.4k Warning Include: Mild violence, swearing, minor injuries, alcohol, toxic past relationship, toxic ex, sex, fingering, cunnilingus, lots of smooching.

Jungkook: Okay but when do I finally get to meet u irl? [19:23]

You: You're legit going to see me like, tonight [19:25]

Jungkook: Meeting u when ur at work doesn't count :((( [19:34]

You: Jungkook, you see me every weekend, the entire summer [19:36]

You: How much more of me do you want to see? [19:36]

You: Nvm dont answer that [19:38]

Jungkook: Ur just scared imma beat ur ass in mario kart [19:38]

Jungkook: Ill let you win though if that means we can hang out :(( [19:40]

Jungkook: Hello? [19:45]

Jungkook: ARE YOU IGNORING ME? [19:59]

Jungkook: I am: H U R T [20:10]

You chuckle at your phone as you’re doing your make-up sitting at your vanity. Jungkook’s been like this for the short time that you’ve known him. It was a little under a year ago when he’d left his phone number on a napkin at your work. Normally you know better than to pick up random number from semi-drunk strangers but his smile had been too good to deny. That, and he had been more friendly than the normal party-goer.

From working at a beach club in the summer, you’re not unaccustomed to receiving numbers that you truly do not want.

When you met Jungkook, he was arguably a little bit tipsy, but he made no attempt at flirting with you as he dropped down onto the barstool in front of you.

You’d been dating someone, something you’d made very clear and it hadn’t mattered to him. You’d be lying to say you hadn’t been a little curious about him. He’d smiled, wide-eyes and wholeheartedly, and you might’ve been whipped ever since. So you’d taken his number under the pretence of sending him the dumb picture you’d taken of him. At his own request.

Here you are, nearly a year later and one boyfriend less. Jungkook has kept texting you but you’ve never really been sure about taking your relationship past your work. According to him, he became a regular just to see you. But it’s easier to not fall too deep in your crush as long as work is the only place you see him.

For him, it seemed to be more of a struggle. When the club closed for winter you truly had expected him to grow bored of you and stop texting. Especially because last year, you were still dating your ex. Also known as the demon who made you last autumn a living hell.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is an angel. Or well, he might be a bit of a brat from time to time but you’ll take it in stride if you get to enjoy his presence a little more. His daily texts at least.

It’s because of his sheer kindness and unabashed behaviour that your ever-growing crush developed past a small infatuation. You catch yourself smiling in the mirror just thinking about him. His sweet smile and soft lips. His sharp jawline and broad shoulders. His hands that — you really need to get your head out of the gutter.

That’s how you knew your crush had taken a … ‘bad turn’. When he’d sent you a Snapchat of his Starbucks drink and your first thought was; ‘I wonder what that hand would feel like on my body’. Or when he’d sent you a video of him working out — obviously as a joke — and all you could see what the bulging of his arm muscles.

Truly, you’re whipped for him and you’re afraid to admit it. His flirting has never passed the line of playful, it’s just there to tease you. Guys like Jungkook — caring, sweet, good-looking — don’t go for you. You’d rather keep your friendship with him, than take a risk and lose everything.

Your phone chimes again, not aiding you in your thoughts. It only makes your smile widen.

Jungkook: I will come whoop ur ass tonight if u don't text me back! [20:31]

You: Oh stop crying will you? I was getting ready [20:31]

Jungkook: Did u think about me? [20:31]

You: Jungkook, why in the lord would I be thinking bout you? [20:33]

Jungkook: Oh I dunno, cuz Im cute? cuz u love me? :(( [20:35]

You: Do I tho? [20:36]

Jungkook: D: [20:36]

You: See you in a few hours kook [20:36]

Jungkook: yiss [20:36]

The club is bustling, the air warm and humid as soon as people start to trickle in. The weather is calm, after a few rainstorms it’s good to feel the ocean breeze. It’ll be busy tonight, and you’re prepared for it.

It takes an hour or two for the club to be filled, music on blast and beer flowing like water. You’re behind the black wooden bar, dressed in a red off-shoulder blouse that hangs loosely around your frame. The dress code at work is jeans and anything red, so you invested in a pair of red sneakers just to match.

The dance floor is crowded, people moving, dancing as you mix drink after drink upon request. Cocktails are your specialisation, that is your corner of the bar. By the time your two hours in your hands are sticky with liquor.

As you’re washing your hands, you find yourself searching for that one familiar face. The fact that Jungkook is about as handsome as they come hasn’t helped you fall for him any less in the short time you let yourself. The second you stopped withholding yourself from thinking about him like that, you found yourself thinking about him like that — all of the time. To the point where you almost drunk dialled him, twice.

Truly, you hope to see him. A night at the club is not complete without Jungkook gracing you with his smile. You remember he said something about dying his hair recently, and you’re curious to see as to what he’s done.

A girl walks up to you with an order, and you’re amidst making her three cosmopolitans when Jungkook finally shows himself.

The glass almost drops out of your hand when you lay eyes on him. “Jungkook,” you stammer out.

He’s wearing a thin white t-shirt, neckline showing his collarbones that are covered in a faint sheen of sweat. The fabric clings to his chest a little, not leaving much to the imagination. He’s more muscular than you thought. You wonder if he —

“Hello, eyes up here,” he chuckles, smiling widely.

You blink at him, realising his hair is a few shades lighter than its usual black hue. It softens out his features, yet the side part reveals his forehead and makes him look more mature at the same time. The way in which he looks both sweet and sexy is odd — confusing is perhaps a better word.

“Hey,” you manage to blurt out, trying to focus on your work again. You pour the girl her drinks and garnish them with a piece of orange zest.

“Did you just get here?” you ask Jungkook.

He shakes his head. “No, I got here about an hour ago.”

“And you didn’t come say hi? I’m offended.”

He chuckles again, nose scrunching up. “Let me give you a hug as consolation?”

Your eyes widen at the request. It’s not that you haven’t hugged him before. He’s managed to ensnare you enough times when you were out collecting glasses. Though, this is the first time he’s so openly asked for it and your stomach jumps at the thought. For your own sanity, you want to protest but you find yourself unable to.

“Please? I haven’t seen you for eight months. Give a guy some love.” Jungkook cocks his head to the side, a gesture that makes his hair fall over his forehead. The light catches his eyes — you can’t say no to those eyes.

“Fine, fine,” you sigh with a roll of your eyes as you sling the towel over your shoulder.

Jungkook grins so widely you blush as he envelops you into a bone-crushing hug. He is warm, smelling like an odd mix of beer, sweat and a light perfume. Strangely, it works but you can’t help but wonder how nice he’d smell when he’s not in a club. The perfume you caught definitely matches him.

You can just withhold yourself from literally inhaling him as you rest your chin on his shoulder. His shirt is so thin that you can feel the dip of his spine as your hand grazes his back. Your stomach flutters again.

He lets go too soon, and you have to stop yourself from pouting. “The usual?” you ask.

“Yeah, Tae and Jimin are hanging out somewhere, so two beer too.” He looks over his shoulder to where he must assume his friends are. You don’t seem them, but you doubt they’d stray far. He usually comes with them, though he’s shown up alone too. Every Saturday in the summer like clockwork.

Jungkook always orders the same cocktail. You step back behind the bar as he watches you carefully. His eyes follow you as you move — you’re hyper-aware of it, but too afraid to look up and meet his gaze.

Bulls Eye is not a drink that’s order often, but you’ve started to associate it with Jungkook. As you pour the lemon juice into the shaker, you mix it with light beer, ginger ale, and some sugar. It’s stirred, not shaken. The drink is not your thing, but you’ve tried it on his recommendation. Sadly, anything with beer has a tendency to make your tastebuds cringe.

It’s poured over ice, cold in your hand at you pass it to him. “Here, not too heavy on the lemon juice.”

“You remember?”

“How could I not?”

Jungkook seems taken aback by your comment, silent for a few beats too long. He doesn’t shake out of his trance until you give him the two beers. “Thanks! The others must be wondering where I went. I’ll see you around!”

You smile at him, giving a short wave as he walks off with the drinks crammed in his hands. He turns back to look at you once before he disappears into the crowd. You hope he didn’t catch you staring.

Seeing him again — hugging him — has truly confirmed that you’re in over your head. Your heart is thrumming just from the sight of him. It’s been eight months and yet you swear he matured. The purposely odd-angled Snapchats truly didn’t do him justice.

You remember a few months ago when he’d started sharing his workouts with you. Apparently, he’d been held up by a shoulder injury, but now he was back on his regular regime. Also known as the regime where he spends most of his free time either working out of playing video games. Either of which you receive excessive clips of.

The thoughts make you chuckle. You’ve never been much of a gamer, but Jungkook's excitement about it has pushed you dangerously close to getting yourself a console. Who knows, maybe soon.

His offers to play Mario Kart with you are tempting. It’s the thought of what could happen that make you hesitate every time. The chance of this ending in shambles becomes more and more likely the deeper you fall for him. You’re not sure there even is a way out anymore.

“Hey, miss whipped!” your colleague calls out, waving a hand in front of your face.

“W-what?” You shake yourself.

She chuckles. “Legit, are you still not dating him?”

You frown. “Who? Jungkook? No, we’re not dating.”

“You’re willing to tell me that you two are out here looking at each other like you’re about to walk down the aisle and you’re not dating? Girl, get a grip, the boy’s all over you. Has been since the first time he saw you.” She’s washing out the dirty glasses, hands moving quickly.

You’re unsure of what to tell her. It’s the second year you’re working together but you wouldn’t really consider her a friend. “I’m not sure about that.”

“Wait.” She stops. “Don’t tell me you’re still dating that douche from last year? I know we’re not close but he was a dick and you need to get rid of him.”

“No, no. I broke up with him a few months ago.” You think back of your ex. Last summer when you’d taken this job he’d been displeased. But it’d worsened when he came to see you and decided that every guy who ordered from you was either flirting with you or out to take you from him. He’d always been a little possessive, but after summer he’d just crossed the line with you. Though, breaking up with him wasn’t as easy as you’d thought it’d be.

Despite him being possessive, you really thought you loved him. You didn’t want to lose him and it caused you to be stuck in an unhappy relationship for three months. Until you finally decided to cut him out — a messy breakup to be honest.

If it wasn’t for Jungkook showing you that you were so unhappy you’d still have been moping around.

“Well then,” your colleague says. “What are you waiting for? If I had a guy that hot smiling at me like I’m the sun his earth revolves around I would jump his bones any chance I got.”

“Nina!” you squeal.

“What?” she answers wide-eyed. “Oh please, you must’ve thought about it. Did you see his pecs?”

You blush furiously. “Okay! That’s enough lusting after my friend for tonight!” You push her towards the sink and get back to taking orders.

If she’d been wrong you doubt you’d be this flustered. But she’s not. You hate yourself for thinking about him like that. Jungkook’s a nice guy, he’s not out for more than a friendship. Surely he’d have said so if he was. Right?

You see Jungkook three more times that evening, each time a little more drunk and with a little bit of a wider smile. Though, when he comes to you for his fourth drink he asks for water. His t-shirt sticks to his skin and he giggles out something about needing some refreshment. You tell him to go for a swim in the sea. He replies with a wiggle of his eyebrows, asking you to join him. For skinny dipping.

You blush; your mistake. He sees right through you, eyes narrowing but no commentary following. Instead, he purposely brushes his hand against yours when you hand him his drinks — you now this because he lingers a tad too long. His gaze settles on you before he walks away and you want to blame it on the alcohol in his system but it feels like he knows.

Nina leans over to you. “Girl, your boy is giving you bedroom eyes. Are you really out here telling me he doesn’t want you?”

“Stop!” you shriek.

“Listen, it’s easy. You want him, he wants you. Nobody says you have to bed him, though I’d advise you to. He looks good.”

You roll your eyes at her again, walking into the back to get something to eat and take a breather. The night is warm, but the breeze that trickles in from the open back door is nice. You wish you could swim actually. It’s been a long time since you actually went to the ocean, even if you live so close. Life’s been busy.

When you walk into the club to collect empty glasses and bottles, you spot Jungkook. He’s with his friends, laughing and dancing without seemingly a care in the world. He doesn’t see you, but when he smiles particularly wide your own lips twitch.

You wonder whether being with Jungkook would be as bad of an idea as you thought. Being stuck in this crush for the rest of your friendship might be the end of you. He is too good to be true, yet he’s right here within reach and you’re letting him slip between your fingers.

Would kissing him be as good as you’ve imagined? Because you certainly have imagined it — his lips on yours, soft and maybe a little demanding, smiling into it even.

A hand wraps around your arm and you’re pulled around before you can truly register what happens. “Hey, babe.” You recognise the drawl of the pet name immediately. Your ex.

He smiles at you, fingers smoothing down your arm with a slight tilt of his head. His grin is glazed over with the effects of alcohol in his blood. He’s drunk, about to start something.

You take a tentative step back. “What do you want Hyunwoo?”

Instead of answering immediately, he moves closer with fingers trailing your waist. “I’m just wondering if you’ve had enough time to think? Did you realise you miss me yet?”

The scoff that slips past your lips is probably a mistake — the twist of his face shows his displeasure.

“Babe, don’t be like that. You said you needed space, didn’t I give you that?’

“No,” you spit. “That was months ago Hyunwoo. Before I broke up with you.”

He licks his lips and you hold your breath. Hyunwoo is mostly bark and, usually, no bite, but won’t hurt you but starting a scene is not past him. “People change their minds, don’t they?”

You push his hand off your hip. “Listen, you and I are done. I don’t want to be with you anymore, we don’t work. It’s better if you just leave me alone.” He’d better leave your sight soon. You’ve closed this chapter of your life and this just brings back bad memories you don’t need. Unwilling to grant him another second of your time you turn away to go back to the bar.

He grabs your hand again, pulling you against him. “Babe, come on.”

“Hyunwoo, let fucking go of me!”

Someone pushes him away from you, pulling you back.

“I think you need to back off,” Jungkook snarls suddenly from beside you. Hyunwoo reaches for you but Jungkook stops him with a shove. “I said back off man.” His voice is laced with anger and when you finally gather yourself enough to look up at him you’re surprised to see the furious look on his face.

Jungkook’s eyes are dark, brows set — it’s almost scary.

Your ex merely scoffs. “Who the fuck do you think you are, kid?”

“Someone who’ll treat her much better than you ever did. Now fuck off before I rearrange your teeth.”

The way Jungkook speaks is so out of character, you barely recognise him. Never have you heard him this angry over anything — it’s pure disgust coming out of his mouth. You suppose he’s never liked Hyunwoo, but you sure hope he can keep his hands to himself.

“Jungkook,” you try, touching his arm that’s coiled tight.

“I cared for her when no-one would and what?” Hyunwoo’s eyes run up and down Jungkook’s body. “She cheats on me with a highschooler.”

Jungkook scoffs. “You call isolating her from her friends, caring?” He steps towards Hyunwoo with a puffed-out chest. Your attempt to pull him back by his shirt only fails. “She didn’t cheat on you, have a little self-respect and leave her alone.”

“Self-respect? She’s the one going around fucking randoms.”

“That’s it,” Jungkook barks, shoving him back two steps. “You manipulative fuck, you have thre—“

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Hyunwoo’s fist connects with his cheek.

“Jungkook!” you exclaim, but he doesn’t hear you. Instead, he retaliates before you can do anything. Jungkook hits him back and you flinch upon the impact. You’re nailed to your spot as you watch Jungkook’s fist collide with his face again, not even stumbling. Everything around you slows down, you try to pull at Jungkook’s shirt, call his name, but he keeps pushing Hyunwoo further back.

“Stop!” you yell. People around you take notice, and someone tries to pull you back as Hyunwoo tackles Jungkook to the ground. He hits him in the face again and you cry out.

Suddenly, two security guards rush in. They just manage to stop Hyunwoo from hitting Jungkook again. Jungkook scrambles up from the floor and wipes the blood from his mouth as the guards force Hyunwoo out of the club. He yells something you can’t hear over the thumping of your heart.

Jungkook pushes at the third guard that comes for him, swaying on his feet.

“Hey!” you splutter out. The man from security recognises you, stopping with a firm grip on Jungkook’s upper arm. “It’s alright, he was protecting me. I’ll take him outside.”

“Are you certain miss?” He gives Jungkook a sceptical look. One of Jungkook’s eyes is watering, and there’s a bit of blood running from his nose.

You nod. “Yeah, I’ll get him some ice and send him on his way.” Jungkook is rubbing a hand over his eye, and you shakily grab his elbow to stop him. You look around, hoping to find Jimin or Taehyung so they can take him home, but they’re nowhere to be found. “Let's go.” Your voice falters, laced with nerves as you try to steady your own legs.

Jungkook sets his jaw. You shove him forward but he won’t budge. “Go Jungkook, to the bar.” Your legs feel like lead, body heavy with what just happened. He grumbles something when he finally starts walking to the front. The fear of what could’ve happened to him won’t stop running circles through your mind.

You guide him behind the bar and Nina perks up at the sight of him. “What happened?!”

“He punched my ex in the face,” you scoff.

She shoots Jungkook an approving look. “Good riddance.”

“Listen,” you say, grabbing a glass full of ice. “I can’t find his friends so I’m taking him to mine. Will you guys be okay without me?” Jungkook’s slumped against the bar behind you, still not having said a word.

Nina nods. “Yeah, you look pretty shaken up yourself. We’ll be fine. Do you need me to call a cab?”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I don’t live far.”

Jungkook huffs at you when you sit him down on a chair in the back. He really overstepped himself, and you want to be angry at him for making a scene at your work. But then again, he wasn’t the one who started throwing punches and the fact that he did it to protect you…you can’t just get mad. He could’ve gotten so much worse, you’re just glad he’s okay.

“Wait here.” You shuffle around the cabinets to find a washcloth and dump the ice in there, trying it up and giving it to him. “Here, for your cheek.”

He doesn’t take it, he just keeps rubbing his eye and blinking aggressively. “I think I’ve something in my eye.”

You sigh, slapping away at his hand from his face and tipping his head back into the light. “I think you just have a serious case of stupid.” Surprisingly, he lets you examine his eye, gently rubbing the skin under it. “It looks fine, just stop rubbing it.”

Jungkook blinks up at you. “Thanks.”

“Where are Jimin and Taehyung?”

He frowns, trying to think. “Uh…I think they were going out for food. I was going to join them after I said bye to you when I saw — what’s his name — talking to you.”

“Okay, well…I live one subway station away. I have a spare mattress, you can stay over for tonight. Come on.” You pull Jungkook up and he stumbles but manages to stop himself from completely falling over. He’s less drunk than you thought, probably just shaken up like you are. You’re not sure if he’s hurt past bruising, but at least his nose has stopped bleeding. At home, you’ll get to take a better look.

You exit through the back door, grabbing your coat and bag and pushing Jungkook towards the subway. He doesn’t say much, on his way there, just silently holds the ice against his face — it’s not going to last long in these temperatures.

You think back, the way that Hyunwoo went from nothing to full-on fist fighting within seconds. It flashes before your eye — Jungkook on the floor under him. Though he too had seemed pretty adamant on giving Hyunwoo a permanent facial.

Once you reach the station Jungkook grabs your hand, ice-cold and wet. You look up at him, his cheek red and a little swollen. “You okay?”

He looks at his feet. “I’m sorry.”

You sigh, squeezing his hand. “It’s okay, let’s just go to my place.” When the train arrives you realise his nose is bleeding again, and motion for him to hold the washcloth up.

Jungkook looks defeated as he sits down next to you. It takes him two entire seconds to lean into your side and nod off. His hair smells nice like he washed it just before he went out. It’s soft, floral maybe even.

As you sit here next to him you realise his hand is still loosely encasing yours, laying in your lap. You never expected Jungkook to just protect you like that. The way Hyunwoo just attacked him, you just hope that he really doesn’t have anything aside from a future bruise. The thought of Jungkook getting hurt because of you is not something you think you can stomach. Even if your ex totally deserved it — maybe you should’ve seen it coming. After all, it had been Jungkook who’d shown you that you deserved better.

When he nuzzles his cheek into your shoulder you realise that better might be him after all. Jungkook has always offered you warmth, a shoulder to cry and lean on.

You gently shake him awake at your stop, and he blushes when he opens his eyes to see you so close. It’s endearing, and you find yourself no longer caring to hide your feelings. You brush the hair out of his face. “We’re here,” you whisper.

Jungkook stumbles after you, sleepily dragging himself up the stairs where he bumps into you again. He’s finally stopped rubbing his eye but it remains a little red. You push him ahead when he wavers and spot scuff marks and a cut on his elbow. It’s worse than he’s letting on.

“Kook, you’re bleeding.” You stop him, twisting his arm to look at it. It doesn’t look to deep and you sigh in relief. The way you’d pulled him has him close to you, almost nose to nose when you look up. “A-are you okay?”

He nods slightly, eyes skimming over your face.

“Okay, we’re almost there.”

Your stomach keeps twisting with the realisation that he got hurt because of you. If it hadn’t been for the guards…Jungkook he’s more than just a friend to you. Even if you never hung out, the steady presence in his life is so important to you. You don’t want to imagine it without him. He texts you almost every day if he can, and maybe it was a good place to start. You feel that you know him as you watch him slump against the wall of the elevator. He knows you. There was nothing physical before you fell.

Jungkook hesitates on your doorstep, looks inside the hall as if something is going to jump out at him.

“Get inside Kook.” You look at him over your shoulder. “I’m going to get a warm towel and some stuff to clean the cuts on your elbows and we—“

You’re muffled by Jungkook pulling you into a hug. Your heart jumps as your cheek is pressed against his chest while he holds you. The washcloth is cold against your back where he still holds it. He rests his chin on top of your head, holding you tight. His chest is warm, and you find yourself pressing even closer — you want to feel this forever. He holds you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you wrap your arms around his waist. All the tension releasing itself it seems. “Kook.”

“I’m sorry, okay. I just — I saw him grabbing you and I saw how uncomfortable you were. All I could think of was protecting you and I should’ve stayed out of it. I only made it worse and I — I can’t imagine what you must think of me now. I got so angry, I didn’t know what I was saying.”

What you think of him? If only he knew.

He presses his nose into your hair, his next words muffled. “Please forgive me.”

Forgive him? That was never a question on your mind, you were never mad at him. Maybe a little upset, but it was nothing he’d need your forgiveness for. Not in your eyes. You’re more upset about him getting hurt than anything else.

“It’s alright. Just sit down so I can make sure you’re okay.”

He hums and affirmative into your hair and plops himself down on the chair after. You quickly return from the bathroom with a clean towel and some antiseptic. Jungkook sits slouched forward a little, it makes him seem smaller than he really is — cuter. There’s still some blood running from his nose and by the small stains on his fingers you know he’s been rubbing it.

“You’ve got to stop touching your nose,” you mumble. “You’re going to get blood all over the place.” You fill a glass with water for him to drink, and knock your knee against his as a gesture. He parts his legs so you can get a closer look at his face.

“Squeeze the bridge of your nose and lean forward.”

“Everyone always says backwards.”

“Forward, Jungkook. And give me your hand.” You grab his free hand and twist it up. This way you get a good look at whatever caught his arm. The cut shallow, mostly dried by now. “You know,” you drawl as you gently clean the wound. “You really shouldn’t do stupid shit like that.”

You clean away the blood from his arm and fingers. He’s shockingly pliable in your grip. “You could’ve really gotten hurt Jungkook.”

“I wouldn’t have let him,” he answers nasally, still leaning forward.

“I’m serious, Hyunwoo would’ve ripped you to shreds.” Jungkook’s other arm is less wounded, but you clean it anyway.

He winces a little when you twist his wrist to check the cut again. “Do I look like I’m going to let an asshole like him just talk to you like that?”

You remove his hand from his nose, tipping his head back to clean his face too. His hand is warm and you find yourself wishing you could hold it for longer. “Still, you can’t just do stuff like that because you care about me. You don’t have to prove it.”

Jungkook grabs your hand again, pulling it away from his face so roughly you gasp and drop the towel to the floor. “Care about you?” he snorts. “You think I did that because I just care about you?” A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he shakes his head. “I don’t know if I haven’t made it obvious enough but…I wake up and go to sleep thinking about you.”

You stare at him, standing between his legs in the light from your kitchen. Jungkook looks at you with so much determination you’re unable to move or even speak. Was that a confession? You purse your lips together.

He sighs deeply. “All I think about is wanting to wake up next to you and make you breakfast and you think I care about you. You’re a fool.”

A fool for him. “Kiss me,” you whisper.

He falters — stops with parted lips and a change of gaze that is so gentle you’re not sure if he heard you properly.

You shake your hand from his grip and place both on his shoulders, leaning in close enough to touch noses. He hiccups, tiny breath puffing out against your lips. You smile. “I said, kiss me fool.”

He needs to hear no more. His lips come up for yours like he’s coming up for air after a long time starved. Jungkook kisses with fervour, gently but with purpose and you sigh into him. You’ve thought about this for so long and it surpasses all your expectations. Your legs dare buckle at the first graze of his teeth against your bottom lip.

Jungkook catches you, manoeuvring you into his lap and taking advantage of your gasp to deepen the kiss. You moan, surprising even yourself, but the sound he lets out in return is worth it. His hands paw at your hips, sliding under your top to touch your skin after yearning for so long. Everywhere he touches, every little sound you make — it’s like it sets him free. He grows bolder with every move.

Every swipe of his tongue into your mouth is devilish, a stark contrast with his previous words. This beats all imagination. Jungkook is too good to be true. His kiss is a little inexperienced, a little experimental, but you take it in stride because he is so eager.

You want him. “Jungkook,” you moan into his mouth that is parted against yours. He pants heavily, hands played out over your back to keep you against him. You feel steadied by him — you need it when he ruts his hips up into yours without warning.

He��s not hard yet but God you’re already feeling the pleasure pool in your own stomach and you don’t want him to stop. You kiss him even deeper, tongue wet and warm and so good. “Fuck.”

Jungkook pulls at your hips and when you settle over his lap properly, you feel him. The jeans-on-jeans contact doesn’t do much for you but the sheer thought of having him underneath you is your undoing. He breaks the kiss to lather kisses down your neck. Open-mouthed and with a little tongue, your fists tighten into his shirt when he grazes his teeth over your pulse point.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he speaks into your skin. His nose is pressed against your neck, paused to take you in. As if time is going too fast.

You can’t blame him, you would stay like this forever if you could. It’s the burning between your legs that won’t let you. “Don’t stop.”

He laughs, a puff of warm air that fans out over your chest. When he looks up at you his eyes are darker, the stars in them dimmed to dusk. “Are you sure?”

“Jungkook,” you whine, grinding your hips over his. He stutters and you grin at the feeling of his hardening dick. “I’m already on the verge of soaking through my jeans — yes, I’m sure.”

Strangely, his cheeks flush at your commentary but it doesn’t faze him in the slightest. He kisses back up to your mouth, claiming it as his and kissing you with a little more ease. It’s as if he already learned from two minutes ago. He slows down, hands ghosting all the way down your mode to squeeze at your thighs.

You gyrate your hips, circling him until you’re certain he must be uncomfortable in those tight jeans. Yet, he seems more than satisfied just occupied with your mouth. You could kiss him for days, but you’re so frazzled by him you have to come up for air. Everything he does makes it hard for you to function, and he sniggers as you nuzzle along his jaw to kiss softly at his neck.

“You good?” he muses, fingers combing through your hair.

“Hmm, perfect.”

“Can I eat you out?”

You frown, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Did you hear him right? Did he ask to eat you out — as if it is the most normal question in the world? As if he just asked you if you like pancakes. You do, and the thought of having his mouth on you…“If you want to.”

“If I want to,” he mocks. Without any warning, Jungkook hauls you up and you squeal when you tip over backwards. You cling to him, gripping at his back and making his shirt ride up. “If I want to, she asks me. I’ve been thinking about it for months — yes I want to.”

Jungkook deposits you on the kitchen table and you‘re not willing to let him go just yet. You seek out his mouth again, warm and comfortable and your kiss-swollen lips want nothing more than his for the rest of the night. Yet, you can already see the sun rising through the curtains behind him.

“I thought about it too.” Your words get muffled with the kiss but you know he hears you from the groan he lets out. A sound that vibrates in his chest — his chest which you feel rise and fall beneath your fingers. He is muscular, and your mouth waters at the thought of seeing him. “Take your shirt off first.”

He obeys, pulling the white material off with one hand. You marvel at him once he’s shirtless, fingers seeking out his skin and trailing down his abs. They’re defined in the best way, just enough for you to feel them move under your touch as his breath hitches. Jungkook really is gorgeous and you find yourself kissing down his chest.

“Hey, hey,” he chuckles again, stopping your fingers that had slipped down to the buttons of his jeans. “I’m eating you out first, so hands off and back on the table.”

You raise your eyebrows at his half-assed command, a snicker on the edge of your lips. “Oh?”

“I said,” he grins, coming nose-to-nose with you. “On your back.”

You stomach flutters but you listen as he parts your legs. The table is cold against your back and it’s not an unwelcome contrast against Jungkook’s hands sliding up your now spread thighs. He squeezes your flesh and you can’t help but thrust your hips up with a whine. “Kook.”

“Impatient are we? Lift your hips for me.” He pops the button of your jeans and slides them down as you lift. There’s a bit of a struggle shucking them off your legs but it brings some laughter when he finally manages. “Damn tight jeans.”

You huff, still on your back. “You’re one to speak, I can practically see your dick outlined from here.”

Jungkook brushes your shirt up a little to kiss right under your belly button — your stomach dips at the soft touch. “It’s fine right where it is. For now, I wanna know what you like.” He waits for your answer, ticking off the time with little kisses and nips around your hip-bones that make you whine in the back of your throat.

“I — I don’t know?”

He looks up with a frown. “He really sucked didn’t he?”

“Well technically, he didn’t… “ You bite your lips in shame.

Jungkook rolls his eyes at you. “You can guide me as I go then.” He resumes his kisses down your stomach, sucking the faintest bruises on top of your thigh. “I want to make you feel good.”

You nod, laying back and enjoying the feeling of just him. The brush of his fingers as he hooks his thumbs into your underwear, the press of his lips to your skin. It seems like he’s mapping you out, tracing your sweetest spots as he pulls off your panties. The cold skin hits you and you shiver.

The first brush of his lips is tantalising, you hold your breath. It’s not a feeling your unaccustomed too but that it’s him is enough to undo you at the first touch. He spreads your folds, a little hesitantly. The tremble in his fingers gives him away and you fight the urge to lean up and look at him. “Keep going.”

He hums, breath warm against your mound. You can feel him staring and it’s exposing, but you can’t close your legs with his shoulders spreading you apart. Jungkook kisses your clit and your muscles tense, again and again until he licks and you let out a soft cry. He has the nerve to smile against you. The pull of his lips is obvious against your core and you lick yours in anticipation.

For a bit, he keeps at it like that, gently licking your bud until you’re certain you're going to break your toes from curling. “I need more,” you whimper. He obliges, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and suckling. It’s tender but so so good and the little breathy moan he lets out when you tangle your fingers in his hair echoes through your core. You sigh, it’s heavenly. He’s patient, taking his time to learn you — unfold you — as you urge him on bit by bit.

His hair is silky smooth between your fingers and you pull lightly. “A little more to the — ah — left — yes!” you cry, head thudding against the wooden surface. You’re moving so much Jungkook has to slide your back up the table a little. His mouth picks up, figuring out what makes you scream and using just that against you. Your stomach is tingling and you’re moaning without shame now.

“Fingers?” he mumbles, looking up at you through his lashes. The sight of his head between your legs, lips shining, eyes dark — it’s too much.

“Yes, gently.”

He chuckles against you again, a little chiming sound as he circles your entrance with the tip of his finger. “Relax,” he whispers, other hand coming down to press your hips to the table. “I’ve got you.” When he slides in you feel every knuckle and you practically suck him in. You’re so wet it takes him little effort to wriggle in another finger. He starts up a slow pace, kidding your thigh in random intervals as he observes your reaction. You can feel his unwavering gaze on you. “Good?”

“Yeah, just — don’t stop.”

“More?”

“N - No. Ah.” You gasp when he curls his fingers up and deeper. He’s so attentive you’re certain he needs no more verbal affirmatives. Right now you’re putty in his hands, shaking and trembling for him. His fingers glide along your walls, rubbing until you clench him tightly. “Jungkook,” you moan.

He knows. He knows because he starts sucking on your clit again like no tomorrow and it’s enough to make you feel the edge of your orgasm. It builds with his movements, tight, languid, just right — you come hard and he edges you through it until you twitching in his grasp. He keeps his fingers inside of you until you finally open your eyes to look at him.

Then, he withdraws them and sucks them clean. His eyes are even darker if that was possible. You know he isn’t done with you yet.

Your chest heaves as you try to grasp reality again. Jungkook looks ravished, standing between your limp, parted legs with two fingers in his mouth. His hair is a mess, right side sticking up from where you’d gripped it so hard. You open your mouth to say something, but it dies on your tongue.

“Are you still with me?”

“Yeah,” you pant, running your fingers through your hair. “When you said you were gonna make me breakfast, this was not what I thought you meant."

Jungkook laughs, lips spreading into a gorgeous smile as he grabs your hands to pull you up. You come chest to chest, mouth to mouth. His tongue parts your lips and you keen at the taste of yourself in his mouth, arms winding around his neck. Your legs wrap around his waist, coarse material of his jeans rubbing against your sensitive centre. Jungkook’s chest is sticky with sweat already and the muscles in his back dance under your fingertips as you caress them.

He is so good, touching every inch of your body while he takes his time kissing you. There are groans dying in the back of his throat and you can feel the twitch in his hips when he brushes against you. Your hand snakes down his chest to his jeans, palming and drawing a curse from him. You trace the outlines of his cock and he caves, forehead falling to yours.

“God please tell me you have condoms because I’m not done with you yet.”

You don’t want him to be. You’re getting wet again just at the thought of having him inside of you. From what he’s shown — from what you can feel right now — he’s not going to disappoint. “In the bedroom.”

He lifts you up, legs around his waist and his hands on your bare ass. With a grunt, he squeezes, manoeuvring you to the bedroom with your guidance that is drowned out in a kiss. You yelp when he bumps you into the corner and he soothes it with a soft caress, laughter erupting from the both of you. He presses you against the wall and you notice the skin of his left cheek is warm. A hiss passes his lips when you grace it.

You pull away to look at him, brushing his hair away from his face. His cheek is swelling a little but the lustful look in his eyes is enough for you to continue. Kissing him, you lightly pull the hair at the nape of his neck. He likes it, you note.

Jungkook lowers you down to the best, carefully so as he lays himself over you. “Take off your top,” he whispers, sitting up on the bed to undo his own jeans. You slide the fabric off your body, discarding it haphazardly along with your bra. He sits and you sling your legs over his lap as you push him back into the covers.

“What — ah.” He sighs deeply as you start kissing down his chest, fingers grazing his nipples. Jungkook is so pliant, chest heaving underneath you as you crawl down his body. He’s straining against his boxers and you appraise his self-control. “Baby,” he drawls, fingers carding through your hair as your lips stop at the edge of his underwear.

You chuckle, teeth nipping at his skin before you draw his boxers down slowly. His cock slaps up against his stomach, the tip wet with precum that had stained his underwear. You curse at the sight of him, fingers coming up to wrap around the base.

He stops you before you can get your mouth on him, hand around your wrist. “Fuck I — I want to come inside of you. Another time.” His breathing is laboured and his flushed state somewhat cute as he looks at you between his legs.

Yet, you can’t argue with him, you do want him inside of you. Sooner rather than later. You crawl back over him to kiss him more, hips settling over his dick. So heavenly, that first skin on skin contact. Both of you moan, heads thrown back as you rub him up and down, wet with your juices now.

“Stop,” he whines. “I really, really want to fuck you.”

You let him flip you over, your back pressed into the mattress. Jungkook’s muscles stand outlined by the faint light in the room, twisting as he reaches for you. His skin is soft and warm and you want to feel it, everywhere.

“Condoms?” he asks again.

“Drawer.” You point and he reaches beside him to retrieve a packet and throw it onto the bed. It seems that neither he not you can get enough of kissing. The soft nudge of him against your thigh is a reminder of what’s about to come.

You’ve fantasised about this so often you should be ashamed. But what can you do when Jungkook looks like half a god, half an angel all the time. You want him to ravish you, to make you his, now.

He falters as you touch him between your legs, stroking him and fumbling to find the condom. “Here,” he grabs it and wastes no time ripping it open. You help him roll it on, eyes trained on the way he twitches at the feeling. He’s hot and heavy in your hand as you guide him down to your entrance. Jungkook has other ideas however, because he pulls your hand away from him to secure it above your head.

You whine when he nudges his tip against your folds but leaves it at that. “Jungkook!”

“I know, fuck, I know. I just — you know this is not just about sex right?” His eyes lighten, brow smoothing out as he searches your yes.

You trace the seam of his lips with a sigh. “I do, but you can tell me everything over breakfast. Actual breakfast. Right now, I really want your dick inside of me, please.”

He smiles, capturing your lips as he presses closer. You feel him collect your wetness, teasing your clit with the tip of his cock. The anticipation gets to you and you fingers slide over his back to pull him closer. His chest brushes yours when he gently kisses down your neck.

The first breach of him stings, and you tighten your legs around his waist. It’s been so long, but it’s so good and you moan at the stretch of him filling you up slowly. You hiss at the delicious burn — Jungkook hears it and withdraws so quickly you yelp. “Hey!” you splutter, pulling him back to you.

“Was I hurting you?” His eyes are wide with concern.

You snicker. “You’re not that big Jungkook, get a grip.”

He whines. “I’m serious!”

“Silly,” you grin, kissing his cheek. “It was good. It’s just been a while, go slow hmm?”

He nods, pushing back in hesitantly. His eyes won’t leave yours, making sure that you’re feeling good. And boy are you feeling good. The way he stretches you is so delicious you can barely keep your eyes open. When his hips are flush with yours he moans, fingers of one hand tightening around your waist. His bottom lip is drawn between his teeth, brow furrowed in concentration.

“You feel so good,” you whisper hotly.

His cheeks heat up and you can’t help but find it endearing. He’s balls deep inside of you and he still manages to be cute and you love it. It’s uncharacteristically him and —

“Oh,” you gasp when he withdraws a little and pushes back in.

He feels so good, the press of his hips against yours every time he bottoms out. Your nails press into his shoulders, keening at the smooth slide of him inside of you. Jungkook moans, a sweet little sound he tries to hold in.

You touch his face, making his eyes snap up at you again. “I want to hear you,” you say.

“Fuck.” He shifts his legs under you. With a new-found goal he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and he all but folds you in half as he slides even deeper. “God, you’re so tight.” His voice strains as he starts up again, a steady in and out that has you building up fast.

Jungkook keeps thrusting, making sure you feel his hips on yours every time. A tiny little pause to feel himself fully inside of you and it makes him reach so deep your toes curl.

“Faster,” you moan.

He picks up his pace, groaning into your skin as he does. You try to meet his thrusts. His chest vibrates with his moans, they’re delicious and beautiful and you can’t get enough of it — enough of him. The way he draws out and pushes back in has you clenching him tightly, especially when he grazes that spot inside of you. He lurches forward at the feeling.

“There,” you moan, “right there.” He zeroes in, pulling out all the way and slamming back in with so much force you scream his name. Your mouth falls open as he leans up and starts a punishing pace. He’s relentless now what you like, fingers scrambling to get a touch of your chest. A tweak of your nipple, a squeeze of your breast — he gets it all the while you’re coming apart around him.

“Tell me,” he groans after a particularly hard thrust. “When was the last time you were fucked properly.”

You whine, shaking your head. “Haven’t — ah — so long — you’re doing so good — don’t stop.” Your sentences are broken with every thrust of him inside of you. Your tipping closer to the edge, yet not close enough. It’s been months since you’ve had anything and this is almost too much, you’re paralysed with pleasure.

He laps up your neck, supporting himself on one hand. “Nobody? For that long? Fuck, that’s why you’re so tight.” His words are muffled against the hot skin of your throat as he bites down and soothes the sting with his tongue.

“All I wanted was you.”

He snickers, pace not faltering as he kisses you again. It’s hot and open-mouthed and sloppy as his tongue seeks out yours. You’re overwhelmed with him. He seems to get deeper with every thrust, every sound he makes sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m close,” he groans. “You?”

You suck the pads of your pointer and middle finger into your mouth — his eyes darken upon the sight. All you need is the slick slide of your own fingers against your clit, quick circles to get you on that edge. “Wanna feel you come,” you whine. “Please.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop, he pushes your leg even closer to your chest and watches you rub yourself as his dick disappears inside of you over and over again. Your stomach is tightening, walls clenching him in tightly.

His hips stutter, falling back over you as he comes undone with a deep groan. The feeling of him twitching against your walls is enough to give you that last push. You shudder apart around him, clenching down hard with eyes rolling back into your head. It seems to last forever as he holds you, gently rolling his hips to ride out his peak with you.

You’re both panting, still entangled as you come down. His hair sticks to his forehead, sweat dripping down his neck and your fingers slip on his skin. You’re stuck to the sheets, looking up at his ravished form as you feel him soften inside of you.

A foreign feeling erupts in your chest as he kisses you softly, just once. A small peck that makes you want to giggle with the overflow of feelings.

Jungkook pulls out carefully, and you know that you’re going to be sore tomorrow. He soothes your skin, rubbing your thigh before letting it down from over his shoulder. It’s so sweet, the way he looks at you and asks you if you’re okay.

You laugh at him, startling him a little. “To be blunt with you. I’ve never came that hard from sex and I want to do it again.”

He scrunches up his nose but blushes regardless. “Again?”

“Again.” You confirm with a yawn.

Jungkook discards the condom, pulling the soiled sheet from under you as you point him towards a clean one in your dresser. He drapes it over the both of you as he settles down beside your still numb form. You can’t believe he made you come so hard that you’re still seeing stars now.

You snuggle into his side despite the warmth of the early morning. “Your cheek’s going to bruise.”

“Worth it,” he grins. “We should’ve done this much sooner. “

“I agree.” You kiss the cusp of his shoulders, drawing tiny little patterns on his chest where his heart beats quickly.

Jungkook shifts, looking at you with hopeful eyes. “So?”

“So?”

“What now?” He bites his lip.

You giggle as you realise his shyness. “Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”

A small kiss is pressed to the tip of your nose. “Maybe,” he whispers. “If you want to.”

“Well…” You trail a finger down his stomach. “Maybe I do.”

“Maybe?”

You lean up, kissing him firmly, just once. “Definitely.”

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You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 3)

Chapter title: Clouded

A/n: Hi im back im so sorry tHAT ITS BEEN SO LONG BUT UHHH WHATS NEW!! I LOVE LOGICALITY!! THEYRE BAPEY!! ALSO REMUS AND PATTON FRIENDSHIP! ALSO YOURE GONNA SEE ALOT OF FROZEN INSPIRED WRITING CAUSE AAA ANYWAY SORRY IT SUCKS

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 31499

summary: The return of a certain dastardly twin sparks and ignition for adventure

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing, bruises, scars, blood, fighting

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“Roman?” Remus barely whispers, the prince wastes no time rushing into his brothers arms. A tight embrace between tearful brothers.

“Youre...youre alive!” The prince cries, their father growls and the boys, as if routine, separate and stand stiff in position. They watch each other, silly eyes to communicate between siblings. The doors open once more as more people rush in, the twins turn bright smiles across their faces.

“Remus!” Patton cries running through the carpeted hall, his cloak flying behind him. Remus laughs as his friend jumps into his arms, embracing quickly they pull away. “Are you alright?” Patton checks, his eyes move quickly as he examines his friend. Remus rolls his eyes grabbing Patton's hands.

“I'm ok!” A goofy grin is his response. Patton huffs but resigns stepping back, Logan catches up a quick squeeze to the prince's shoulder. “Ah, Logan” Remus greets.

“Enough of this, bring in the villains” Their father commands, Patton takes the three to the side as the door opens allowing guards to stroll in. They push forward three figures, each grunting disheveled as they finally fall in front of the king. Roman sucks in a sharp breath, one of the figures lands closest to him, his deep brood catching the prince's eyes. “Name yourself”

“Fuck off” The dark character speaks, Roman feels his face flush as the growl falls from his mouth. His purple hair falling in his eyes, the underbags quite prominent. Remus stifles a quick laugh, grasping to the hem of his battered outfit as his own eyes fall on the quiet adventurer with a small sparkle of yellow in his eyes.

“To the dungeons!” Their father demands “Both of them” He shouts, the guards topple over themselves to do as he says. Quickly they move, dragging away a confused Dolion and an angry Virgil away. Roman and Remus find it in their will to try and move forward, feeling Patton take their arms. He shakes his head as a warning silently, they nod both seemingly worried however for these characters they'd barely known.

“Father surely that's premature” Roman steps forward as the doors shut with a hefty bang. He turns to the children, a swish as his mighty swivel lays face on them. He glares with an anger the boys had only seen every so often. Remus puts a protective arm on his brother, planting his feet in the ground. “I-I apologize your majesty” Patton takes a look at them then back at the increasing number of royal figures including the King. He takes the twins' hands, quietly followed by Logan and leads them out of the room. Walking sullen they arrive at the stables, the princes making sure the doors are sealed.

“Wouldn't want Remy trying to find us” Patton jokes dryly, the air shifting uncomfortably around them. Remus sinks into a hay bale, caring nothing for his newly tailored outfit. Roman sits regal in one of the chairs as Logan makes himself a sweet spot on the clearing. Patton moves to the horses, Nork whines, desperate for a chance to race through the meadows. “I know bud, me too” Patton sympathizes, stroking his mane delicately.

“They didnt do anything wrong!” Remus cries, kicking the ground below him “Why should they be locked away?” He argues, Patton turns to him. “If anything we should be helping them” He stomps, his pout regressing his age.

“Calm Remus” Logan advises, playing quietly with the straw at his feet. Remus growls, a glare shared between the pair, Roman hums gently trying to tune out his brother. Patton feels the room grow with anger, overwhelming his senses, he takes a shallow breath looking away from the group. Covering up a cough he regains himself.

“Oh!” He brightens, a smile crosses his face. Remus looks up to him, his arms folded tight against his chest. “I almost forgot” He giggles, with a delighted swish and a glimmer of murky magic Patton holds out his arm. “Your morningstar” He offers, holding out the weapon to the prince. Remus takes it, a triumphant snicker, he spins falling back into a comfortable hold with it.

“And so Remus finds himself motivated once more” He recites, instantly dropping his weapon, closer to Romans feet that either would have preferred.

“Careful!” Roman warns, jumping up as it clatters in front of him. Logan stands curious at the outburst, Pattons eyes widen, his hands tickling. “What was that?” Roman wonders

“I-i dont know! It's been happening ever since I...disappeared” Remus moans, feeling frustrated once more. Patton moves forward, removing his gloves, clipping them to his side.

“May I?” He questions, holding up his hands, uncertain Remus nods. With the smallest flash of envy from Logan, Patton places his warm hands on Remus’s cheeks. The others watch, waiting for something. The room grows dim, colorful flickers dance around the room. The boys watch in awe, their eyes glinting enchanted. The trance so deep neither notice Patton's struggle to keep himself stable, the color quickly turning dark before a sudden bang. The prince flies back, hitting the stable doors. Logan and Roman rush to his aid, Remus coughs but joins them soon after.

“Are you alright?” Logan questions, trying to keep his tremble to a minimum. Pattons eyes dart to Remus, concern fill the bright blue. He struggles to stand with Logan as support.

“Remus?” He whispers ever so softly, the distraught prince shakes his apologetic head, scared sorrys are shared. “You have nothing to apologize for” He assures, a quick glance to his hands, biting his lower lip he places his gloves on once more.

“What's wrong with him?” Roman spits, concern but anger flows from him. Determination above all else.

“Dark...dark magic” Patton confirms “Magic unknown to this land” He looks to Logan, one of their talks takes place

“Are you sure?” Roman pushes, moving now to Remus, wishing to comfort his timid brother. He had never seen the prince so… un-enigmatic. It was as if someone ripped away everything that made the prince himself.

“Lo and I know magic Ro, we can check again but this isn't just caliginous magic” He shakes his head, watching Remus “This is darker than that, rooted in a deeper evil than the old villains” Patton laments, knowing his tales only worsen Remus’s shame. “I need to see Emile” He decides

“You can't possibly be serious” Roman and Remus scoff united. “They put him in the dungeon with the two unknown’s” Roman reminds “After they found him with...them...they decided to hold him. And you can't go into the dungeons Pat!” Roman fears

“Can, have and will” Patton promises, wishing nothing more than to help his troubled friend. Before things simply worsened, and an evil unlike any other spread across the land. Roman groans, Logan remains quiet but his own mind runs with the same troublesome doubts.

“What if Remy catches you? Or the King gets words of what you've done?” Roman proposes. Patton knows his words are well meaning, but he knows this is something he must accomplish. Recognizing the expression that lay upon Patton's face his shoulders fall. “Fine, then I'm coming” The three of them purse their lips before uncontrollable laughs emerge. “I'm capable!”

“Its not that, but with your father breathing down your neck at every second, we’d be caught instantly” Logan explains, his tone calm once more. Roman knows the truth in his sentiment, still feeling annoyed.

“Surely that eliminates both you and Remus?” Roman notes “And Patton? I mean the King has his eyes on you at every moment” Logan and Patton share a look, nodding he steadies himself. “W-what was that?” Roman points between them.

“I don't think we need to worry about me” Patton takes a deep breath, the stuffy stable air coursing through him. A dim flash, and Roman wonders what mushroom he might have consumed from the Beryl Forest as his eyes fall upon not one but two Pattons? “Ah!” He squeals excited, Logans eyes gaze in awe, the wheels turning furiously in his mind. “It worked!” Patton takes the prince's hand as they speak quickly in their delight.

“I… hi?” Roman greets, Patton 2.0 smiles at him. Patton nods pleasantly.

“I must go before I miss my entrance but make sure everything goes smoothly” Patton prepares himself, tightening his coat “If he starts acting weird, remove him from the situation and just make up some excuse” Patton requests. Once the crew is ready they go their separate ways. Fearful goodbyes and wishes of luck to Patton before they return to the grand hall.

“Are you as afraid as I am?” Roman whispers watching Patton 2.0 walk ahead of them

“Indubitably so” Logan replies, fidgeting at his palms.

~~~

“Let me out!” Virgil screams, kicking once more at the frigid bars that keep him locked away in the dark. Dolion sits calmly in the corner, marking the soil with silly art. Virgil grunts turning to Dolion. “Aren't you upset?” He yells

“Of course I am” He hums “However, my mother always taught me to keep a levelhead. A clear mind so I can conjure up a solution�� He explains, a sad feeling tugs at his stomach as he longs for his mother. Virgil slides his back against the rough rock, burying his head into arms, trying hard to stop the tears.

“I just want to go home” Virgil cries, Dolion watches him, his lips twist sadly. He goes to the boys side, soothingly rubbing circles on his back. Listening to the silent drops of water and the tears flowing down Virgil. A creak alerts the pair, shifting their silence into alertness. “Who's there!” Virgil tries, though more timid than he wished.

“Easy!” A sweet voice replies, the boys stand looking through the darkness. A face appears, one Virgil remembered. The round glasses and the cheery grin set it off. “Patton” He introduces, reaching his hand through the bar. Virgil cocks his head but shakes it.

“Virgil” He eyes, keeping himself steady. “This is Dolion” The boy waves at his name, but hides himself from sight. “Can you help us out?” Patton glances at the lock, hesitation crosses his shadowed face but he nods.

“Stand back” he advises, the boys find it best not to disobey. Patton takes a breath, removing his glove, squeezing his fingers deep. With yet another moment he holds out his hand carefully, focusing intently at the bars. Soon the room grows brighter, small pellets fly through the air, latching to the lock. The jail shakes but soon enough it cracks, blowing open. Gasps of excitement are heard from the boys.

“That was..” Dolion marvels, quickly interrupted by Virgil.

“Awesome!” He exclaims, they push through the door. Patton smiles, facing away from them as he returns his gloves to their rightful place. “You're...awesome!” He nudges softly at Patton, a light blush as he nods.

“Patton!” A voice from the darkness calls, the prince jerks his head a bright smile flashing his face. He races towards it, lighting up the path as he walks. The other two follow him, finding a whole area they hadn't known of.

“Em!” Patton cries, hugging the bars as the magical man approaches. “Oh my! Are you ok?” He asks, examining through the prison. “Stand back” He cautions performing the same trick on the lock, quickly rejoicing into a hug. “I missed you” He whispers, Emile squeezes tighter.

“Hey love the uhhhh love but can we get out of here?” Virgil begs, Patton chuckles feeling an instant connection. Something about the way their paths would intertwine. He turns to the boy taking his hand gently, Virgil finds this comforting, until a light gasp from Patton as his eyes blind him.

“No!” Patton cries, collapsing in on himself. Quickly the ice shatters, crumbling to the ground around him. The cold circles him and fast, dancing around him, almost taunting him. His tears bellowed but heard by no one. The silence of the world set him uneasy, where was the fire, the passion that burned through the world. “No” He sobs silently, shuddered breaths.

Every inch of him trembled as he mustered the strength to stand. The solid base he shook upon, cluttered with the remnants of his powers. He feared to look at his hands, the source of his chaos. The fresh breeze from atop the mountain suspended itself, frantic glances around him and his mind understands.

Frozen

He numbed fast, the dark from the night he once deemed so beautiful and mystical now his prison. He would succumb, letting it take him. The stars that left him through life, comforting his every excitement were gone now. Their shine disappeared with his glint of love. The light that once sat ablaze in him now faded as the cold trapped it away.

“He was right” He bites, he grabs the fabric from his satchel, furiously placing the gloves on his hands once more. He shakes away his sadness, knowing he must fix his mistakes. With one last look of defeat he begins his descent. Careful as he slides and races through the mountain. Finally running into the field, the grass stiff as moves through it.

The palace finds itself in his view, the pit only grows in his stomach. Dreading what he might find he urges himself forward, feeling his hands grow antsy in their cages. Walking through the streets he finds himself glad at the time of day, knowing he doesn't have to walk by the frozen faces of his people. Reaching the steps of the palace was easy, but alas nothing of his journey was simple from this point forward. The thoughts only push themselves to the front of his mind, taunting him with their whispers. He shakes it and strides through the chilling doors, everything felt so still.

His eyes fell quickly on a familiar face, tightening his hands as they pushed into his palm. Roman stands triumphant with his sword drawn facing a less than worthy opponent. His face is determined though his odds may be low. Patton looks him over, taking his hand through tears.

“Im so sorry Ro” He laments, finding his breath shaky he moves once more through the castle racing up the stairs. His fingers tracing the handrail, the ice freezing it from his fingertips. His powers grew out of control, breaking through their bounds. He winces but continues. The halls crowded with men and women fighting, everything a still life picture. His heart aches just a little as he brushes past a bloodied face of his befallen friend. Remus lay on his last straw, facing the man Patton loathed the most. Scared to look he races away, guilt consuming him. His tears only speed up as he makes his way to the treasure room. His breath ceases as the room opens up, the crown dead center and the doors to the balcony swung open in frozen action. But Patton can't see that now, his eyes stay planted on one thing, one person.

“Logan” He whispers, his throat unable to comprehend. The man stands final in his pose, his fiery eyes directed at the King as he holds tight to his breath. Bruised, beaten and ready to fall the sight hurt Patton more than anything he could describe. He takes Logans cheek, placing a tearful kiss on the princes lips. A moment of connected foreheads before Patton pulls away, his entire world collapses.

He did this

This was his fault

Patton falls to the hard rock of the dungeon below him, Emile dropping with him in safety. Virgil stumbles back, confused as to where his vision went.

“Patton are you alright?” Emile questions, the prince ultimately nods rubbing his heads. They return to an upright position, Patton gathers himself with a breath. “We should get out of here” Emile advises

“Yes and soon” Patton agrees hearing the sound of incoming soldiers.

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“A suitor!” Patton 2.0 exclaims, Logan has to admire the authenticity, although curious how it works. He hopes this isn't draining Patton too much, picking at his own robes in worry as he listens to the argument.

“You will not raise your voice at me!” The King bellows, slamming his hands on the table. “Prince Patton sit down immediately” He commands, Patton 2.0 shakes his head walking out of the room. Logan hesitates before following him. He follows the clone through the winding halls, taken aback as a group of people walk towards him. A quick flash of light and Patton 2.0 is gone and the prince stands in front of Logan. Accompanied by three others.

“Patton youre alright” Logan identifies, a soft smile as the prince smiles back at him. A quick restrained hug and yet they keep their hands together. The three approach, one Logan knows. In Fact it would be a crime for him not to, everyone knows Emile. “Your sorcery” he nods in respect, Emile grins back. His interest takes over as he looks behind the godfather.

“Lo?” Patton questions, Logan scans the figures recognizing them from earlier. “This is Virgil and Dolion” Patton introduces, pointing. “They're not from here” Logan scoffs, but delicately.

“Clearly” he notes, Patton bites his lower lip hiding his amusement “Their clothes, the way they present themselves, the clear disrespect for royal titles” he rants, a rare occasion but sometimes he would just go about it. Virgil and Dolion share a look, unsure whether they should be offended.

“If it isn't the prisoners!” Roman cheers approaching the group, Virgil feels his face flush, rolls his eyes at the sentiment. Remus finds himself quiet as his own eyes fall on Dolion, the boys bright eyes observing the grand room around him. “Im prince Roman and you've already met my dear brother prince Remus” He greets, a gallant bow.

“Dramatic much?” Virgil mocks, a raised eyebrow over his folded arms. Logan and Patton glance between the animostic pair. “So can we go home yet?” Virgil wonders, turning towards Patton, Logan tightens his grip. Feeling a sense of uneasy as everything falls onto his friend.

“First we must exit the palace, it is unsafe here” Patton decides, an assuring smile to the group, feeling as though this journey would be long and hard, facing trials and obstacles to overcome together. Remus only confirms his notion.

“And so with an idea and mind, the group sets off on the most perilous journey of their lives. Ready to be faced with betrayal, lies, secrets, passion and more” He gasps, coughing once his muse is over. Roman takes his side, quickly tending over his brother. “Onwards!” He chokes out, doubling over.

“Onwards” Logan agrees timidly, the words barely escaping his mouth. Patton watches all of them, biting back his secret, feeling a rising heat as he holds tight to Logan. Oh this was going to be an adventure.

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vicky-shitposts · 4 years ago

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my mind makes noises

20th Feb 2021,

last night i had a weird dream. im a big fan of Primeval and since i was young, Abby and Connor have been one of my top OTPs. late last year i binged the whole series, start to finish. in my dream last night i can remember being chased across the green of a park, by some tough guys i think?? i distinctly remember checking my phone and i had done 11,000 steps. then Abby pulls up in her car and i hop in, and we speed away to safety down a highway. we stop off at a gas station for some snacks, then catch up with Connor at an office block. it's dark out, and we're being chased around. crawling through air vents and looking round corners. something must have come through an anomaly, or we'd upset the guy in charge. i remember a man in a suit too.

i actually found the energy to get washed and dressed when i woke up. but when i did wake up, i didn't feel so good. physically fine but mentally not. i feel down, sad and terrible but for no apparent reason. i hate it when this happens, and it happens too often. im sat wearing the Pale Waves tshirt dad got me for my 18th, listening to their All The Things I Never Said EP. dad loved Pale Waves and we even went to see them together. i think that was the day that his illness really sunk in for me, and was the last day we really went out and spent together before he had a rapid decline. for the longest time it was so painful listening to them, because it just reminded me of better and happier times. i didn't want to listen to their new album because i was scared i would break down crying. but now Who Am I? has charted in the top 3, which is incredible for only their second album. im so proud of them and i know that dad would be too. i think after this EP, im going to listen to their first album while i do some more reading. i feel like i owe it to my dad and is the least i can do. maybe i feel so sad because i miss him so much: "i swear that i'll never stop loving you, and i'll die by your side if you want me to" <3

i can see why a Pale Waves stan i know of loves Drive so much. i wish i could load myself into a car and drive off into the night, company by my side, either shouting along to music or in dead-but-comfortable silence. the last song kind of got me and just added to the aura im feeling. "i wonder what it's like to die", me too. a wonder on my mind constantly since i was 11, ran through my hands twice. Adam Ant said that Kurt Cobain was brave for killing himself, a sentiment i think about often; Clara saying "let me be brave" suddenly has an entirely new meaning. i think today is Kurt's birthday too, so happy birthday man. i hope you're having a party up there with everyone i love. my album listening session was heavily interrupted when i was asked what i wanted from the shops, as mum's bf was going to get stuff. can a girl never find peace?? apparently not in reality or mentally.

something just happened to me. there i was making my lunch, watching the first episode of Ealing Comedies - a series REG did on films he loves - and the intro of episode one is running. he's telling us what's going on, and has some clips from all three episodes. and out of nowhere, i see REG sat next to Peter Capaldi. Peter is one of my heroes and favourite people ever, his Doctor has taught me so much and is my blueprint. every time i see him i cry. but not this time. instead i let out the most high pitched squeal, collapsed to my knees and started shaking, looking at the tv with so much awe and love. before me were arguably my two favourite men sat together and i didn't anticipate or expect it. it took me by such shock and is all im going to think about for the rest of today. i also had an idea for a Withnail And I-esque film, of two people bunking together but not by choice. one is straight and every archetype of a cis, straight person, constantly giving passing comments of abuse to their flatmate who's as gay, queer, non confirming as they come. both want different things in life and are two opposite ends of the same spectrum. only to discover the "anti gay" was actually gay this whole time, and was deathly scared of themselves and their truth. i also have a bag of cashews to devour now, so some faith has been restored to my world. but not much, mind you.

left my house at 4.11 pm for a walk, didn't get back until about 5.30 pm. it was incredible. as i walked to Sturmer traversing squelchy mud, Hyperspace - Beck was playing in my ears. it's one of my favourite and one of the most important albums to me, i only listen to it on special occasions. felt a little sad listening to it and it reminded me of better times with G/R/E but that's okay. i really do miss them. i sat on a log for 15 minutes and let the album finish; then i sprung into action, found a big stick to use as a walking stick, and walked home through sturmer listening to the Withnail And I soundtrack. there was something so beautiful and liberating about listening to it while walking through a village, all by myself, sun setting behind me. i felt genuinely happy. i felt like i was in the film, at Crow Crag myself, walking in their footsteps. luckily there was no randy bull or chicken to kill for supper. just beautiful music that adorned a huge smile over my heart.

today has been a day of firsts for me, as it's also been the first day ive almost cried while taking the wrapper off a dvd. i just got done watching Logan, and i don't normally care about marvel, but i was actually invested in and really enjoyed it. but before anyone had uttered a word i was almost in tears, because i felt guilty unwrapping it. my dad got it and i presume he wanted to see it at some point. sadly he never got the chance. i only wanted to watch it purely because REG was in it, and i really wish he could have sat and watched it with me. i was also back to hugging my pillow for emotional support too. but the thing that stung the most was (spoiler) that Logan found his daughter, and his daughter watch him die. i may not have been my dad's daughter, but i know what it's like to experience that. i've really been missing him a lot today.

#black and white #photography #aesthetic #diary #diary entry #sad #depressed #exploring #nature #country

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g0thb4rbie · 4 years ago

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@princessrabies , mind u half of this was written high and i didnt edit this . also dont steal it lol

{title}

the hours of knocking finally stopped but the migraine that eliza had was still raging. her phone was thrown across the room sadly still ringing. eliza had entertained a few toxic people in her life but none of them acted like casey. casey was a 3 week old fling who became severely attached.

*27 missed calls*

“answer me”

“answer or ill kill u”

“i kno where u live”

“this is torture”

“ill kill u bitch”

“how could u do this to me”

“god i fucking hate u”

“u know how much i loved u right”

“nobody will ever treat u better”

“u dont even deserve better”

“ur such a fucking whore i hate u”

“i have pics of u”

“ill show everybody”

eliza sat sobbing in the corner opposite of the device, letting the insults sit on the home screen. she’d heard it all before. he had nothing. she barely even kissed him let alone send him photos of herself. they talked romantically and hung out 3

times in total. she used to fall for it but after the second time she gave up believing anything casey said. her head was buried in her knees and her sobs echoed through the room.

“can you shut that fucking thing off?”

her roommate cherry was sitting in the living room watching tv. footsteps followed the path from the couch to eliza’s room. eliza looked teary eyed fearful of what was to happen. she couldn’t handle that much more emotional distress. if cherry yelled at her she didnt know what she would do. the door flung open and cherry stood calmly with a tub of ice cream held between her arm and side and a lighter in her other hand.

“is that casey” she slurred, her mouth filled with melting ice cream. cherry never had a good feeling about casey. she’s right about most people eliza talks to, saying they give her “bad vibes” or that they “seem weird and off. “ she claimed she was psychic but maybe its because most of the people eliza dates say weird or off shit within the first few minutes of meeting cherry. cherry always brought out the weird in people. she was the weird in people. she constantly spoke about the devil and cults; sometimes spoke about how cool it would be to have one of her own.

“follower or leader” she said, “im there for the ride. “

“yes...” eliza spoke between breaths.

“oh lord” cherry walked toward eliza and handed the tub with a spoon stuck in the ice cream down to her. “i’ll handle it”

cherry found her way over to the phone. buzzing less often with the same threats of exposing eliza. cherry picked it up and pushed her thumb on the home button. eliza and cherry decided that in case of emergency they should have each other’s passcodes.

“cherry don’t... please. you’ll make things worse”

cherry raised a joint to her mouth and lit it.

“shut up. everything will be fine. he needs to know his fuckin’ place” she spoke through clenched lips. cherry waited for the line to pick up while pulling smoke tricks. the smoke rose to the ceiling and the call ended. “oh so now you don’t have anything to say” she called again this time the rings ending after thirty seconds. “pussy...” she chuckled and padded towards eliza, still teary eyed but distracting herself with the ice cream rather than focusing of the situation at hand.

“did you seriously buy the neapolitan kind again?” eliza stabbed the spoon into the strawberry section and dug out a small piece.

“yes its good, suck my dick.” she retorted. sitting down next to eliza and taking another hit. “what’s he even doing? he was begging like a minute ago”

“let’s pray he gave up.”

“he shouldn’t get off the hook that easily!”

“no, but i should.” eliza reached over cherry for her phone and turned it off.

“he has to pay... somehow.”

“he is. he’s a lonely scumbag who jerks off to Instagram models. he’s not worth my time.”

cherry sighed, “i just think that we both deserve better. i’ve had to deal with that prick for far too long.” she pulled up Twitter and began scrolling.

“i don’t even know what i could do to him. he shouldn’t even matter. it was three weeks.”

“yea and the terrorist activity has been going on for what. a month? i’ve lost sleep over this fucking guy. im pissed.”

silence fell over the two as cherry finished smoking.

“im serious. you always leave me with the strawberry, i dont fucking like it. just buy-“

“shhhhhhh, this might make you feel more empowered. check out eileen wuornos here. “

“who?” eliza turned her head.

“shut up, look.” cherry turned her screen to show a news headline that read: LOCAL WOMAN USES “DEVIL MAGIC” TO PUT HITS OUT ON ABUSIVE EX-LOVERS.

“Ha, that’s what they get.” Eliza scoffed and looked back at her lap.

“Wouldn’t that be so cool?”

“What, giving our souls to the literal Devil himself?”

“Well no, not the part,” Cherry looked off to the side in annoyance, “but the idea of getting anything you wanted, if you just chanted a few words and drew a little blood.”

“I would love to be invisible and never ever have to deal with being weak again.”

“Weak? You’re not weak.” Cherry’s brow furrowed.

“Yes, I am. I can’t even deal with this stupid guy.” Eliza dropped the spoon and put her hands on her face muffle her cries.

“I’ve dealt with guys like this before. I’ve done the same shit you do. You’re not weak.” Cherry sat on her knees and rubbed a comforting hand on Eliza’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s watch this video of that lady. I bet she sounds crazy! Crazy like ‘Oh fuck, you aren’t going to prison but you’re going somewhere for a long time.’ Cherry played the video as Eliza sat the tub next to her and rested her chin on her knees.

“So... May I ask? Why did you do this?” A T.V doctor spoke through a grey mustache. He wasn’t required to do anything but make her a laughing stock. She sat in front of him with long stringy hair, sunken eyes, and pale skin. She looked crazy but refer to his job description to figure out why.

“I felt compelled to the dark side of magic. Someone through the mirror called to me, asked me what my desires were. I told them simply and they said that for a price. I could be an elite. “ Her voiced was calm and pitched down. Her dark eyes stared at the camera as the last words trickled out of her mouth.

“What did you pay?” He watched her intently; waiting for her to jump at him or exorcise herself *LIVE ON CAMERA!!!!*

“The only money that matters... My soul...” She leaned forward, now glaring at the doctor.

“Right... So what did these men do?” He looked away.

“Well, they cheated, lied, stalked, beat and revealed pictures of me nehkid. “ Her southern accent poked through.

“You mean, naked?” The doctor dismissed it as soon as her asked, “And how do you contact those in the mirror, as you said?”

“I lit a few candles, said a few words, drew a little blood and asked for what I wanted.”

“Did you want them dead, initially?”

“No, I wanted them to feel as hurt as I felt when they did all that stuff.”

“And where did you find this... this chant?”

“Well the internet, obviously.” She rolled her eyes as the clip came to an end.

Cherry pulled her phone back closer to her and began looking for “Satanic rituals” as Eliza stared in thought of what she just viewed.

A small gasp left Cherry, “Eliza.”

“What?”

Cherry clicked a link and showed Eliza a website filled with gothic and bloody font and pictures of goth girls in corsets. “I know exactly what we’re doing tonight.”

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a-fic-a-day · 5 years ago

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Please dont take my sunshine away

This is my interpretation of what happens to my Traveler Shiloh before the A6 crew find her.

Panic gripped my chest like a vice! ' where is everyone! Where are the guards! What's happening!' With every thought my feet carried me swiftly through the gilded halls of my home. 'This is what you get for falling asleep in the garden again shiloh now you dont know whats going on!'

Agonized screams and angry shouts could be heard echoing through the halls fueling my hurried escape to where is wasn't sure! A sharp turn and then a site so horrid a scream catches in my throat as I stop just short of the bloodied corpse of a guardsmen. Hands flying to my mouth in horror. Trembling I go to step away before a hand shoots out grabbing me firmly by the shoulder ,tugging me into a side hallway away from the scene. Before I can scream a voice familiar, gentle and sonorous speaks lowly easing my nerves.

"Hush little lamb. It's just me. Now listen something really bad is happening and you and I need to get out of here as quickly and quietly as possible."

In all our lives my brother has never sounded so grave, so serious. His white brows pinched into a scowl upon his normally jovial blue face. I nod still too shaken to speak but trusting Ser'Rose enough to get us out safely. He was always sneaking out he knows the most secret paths some even the most skilled of our guard couldn't even find.

"Where is that guard of yours hmm lamb? Always hovering when you don't need him but now he's a ghost"

I swallow the lump in my throat as he leads me by the hand out of the palace " I don't know Rosie… i.. I fell asleep in the garden again and i woke up and people were just screaming. I still dont know whats happening Rosie."

He stopped sharply pushing us against a wall. I go to say something and he hushes me with a look. We hear heavy footsteps and a sharp voice so heavy with bloodlust " Find them! Gather every royal mutt up and put em down!"

Our hiding spot was thankfully spared as the footsteps ran off in the opposite direction. " that's why we are getting out of here lamb. Some nasty people want us dead but i'm not gonna let that happen! Now come lamb we've got to get to my good friend Ar'dwalla.They owe me a favor and in cashing in today. They're gonna get us off this planet and safe." He paused taking a deep breath and looking me in the eye where hot tears had begun to gather. 'Im scared but at least i have rosie with me' I gathered myself and gently squeezed his hand " ok rosie i trust you." ' I fear for our brothers and sisters and our parents so deeply it hurts but he already knows that…'

The journey out of the palace is tense and quick. Almost being caught several times because of me. it's Painful to think of what could happen should we get caught and i'm the one slowing us down. I tug on his arm to get him to stop my voice wavers with sadness as I eye our exit

" Rosie im slowing us down. We will get caught as soon as we are out…" a shuddering breath " Im not as quick or as stealthy as you… you should go without me . It will be safer for you."

He is on me in a second. Callused hands gripping my upper arms looking at me as if I had just said the worst thing he has ever heard. Firmly he says " dont! " he swallows hard and looks down and back up " don't ever say something like that again! We can both make it! I would never leave you shiloh! Never! You and I are going to make it and we are going to get out of here and live! Do you understand me!" I nob frantically tears pricking at my eyes again "good! Now let's Go!" And we ran.

We managed to get a decent way out before we heard the violence spill into the city. We were vulnerable out here. Ser'Rose more so than I with his bad habit of sneaking out and being known. People know his face, his voice, he wanted to be seen and known and now it was causing our escape to be more hazardous.

" just a little further now lamb and we will be-" he cut himself off abruptly pulling me to his chest and into the shadows. That same bloodthirsty voice from the palace wrapped my heart in an icy grip. " Where are you little prince! We know you're out here somewhere! Best come out quick and ill make your death a quick one runt!" A crash and then the sound of solid footfalls " this princey is a little pest I hear! The black sheep always running off from his little flock! Causing trouble for mommy and daddy! Now causing me trouble! Get! Out! Here! Face your death coward!"

My brother was tense and his jaw clenched i looked up at him wide eyed. This was our only route to Ar'dwalla. We are trapped right now we stare death in the face. I whisper my voice dripping in fear " what do we do Rosie? Should we hide and wait?"

He looks at me. The tension fading from his face into something soft and familiar. Like when he used to calm me from a nightmare. He presses something into my hands, it's cold , rounded metal. I look into his eyes searching for an answer and all i see is tender sadness and a glint, one that ive seen before that calls for no argument. Once he's made up his mind there is no changing it. His voice is tender and soft when he speaks " No lamb you are going to hide. You're going to stay here and you're not going to leave this spot until it's quiet. No matter what you here Shiloh promise me you wont leave this spot!"

I knew what he was going to do " Rosie you can't! You said you'd get us both out! Both you and me! Please Rosie you cant ! I won't let you!" It was like a rock in my stomach as I spoke! ' he cant he cant he cant! I won't let him! Please rosie don't do this… please..'

" you're so good lamb. And i've never done right by you and im sorry im breaking another promise to you! But you were always the best of us. So kind and loving. You should be able to live and enjoy life, find love, have an adventure and im not going to let you die here and ruin that" he held me tighter tears running down his pale blue cheeks " i love you so so much Shiloh! Don't ever forget that. Take care of yourself and live for me. Live for me lamb!" He kissed my forehead lovingly and with finality before he scrubbed his eyes before walking out. Leaving me silently crying praying for his safety.

I could hear him as he spoke tauntingly " I heard someone ask for a prince."

"Looks like the roach came out." The malice was there in that voice as they spoke slow and drawn out " come here runt and you can die with the rest of your flock." It was near silent the tension in the air only broken by my brothers slow and taunting footfalls a pause and then rage "GAH YOU SNEAKY BLUE BASTARD!"

" YOU DIDN'T THINK ID GO WITHOUT A FIGHT DID YOU, YOU GIANT FOOL!" The ragged sounds of a fight! I flinched each time I heard him cry out! Every hit I heard him take felt as though i took the blow myself before finally "I'M DONE PLAYING MUTT!" *CRACK* a gunshot and the sound of a body hitting the ground with a strained groan "Stay down and die in the dirt mutt" I had to restrain myself from running out screaming to my brother. Falling to my knees in pain as I waited….. and waited. Until there was nothing just as he said before i crawled to the corner of the alley and saw my brother bleeding on the ground

"no.." my voice trembled as I clambered to my feet and ran to him. Falling to my knees beside his broken body I laid his head in my lap. The tears came hot and fast choked sobs escaping my body as I caressed his bloody cheeks.

" why…. Is…. My little lamb… crying..? Hmmm?" His voice so soft and broken.

“ Ser' rose! Please please hold on!! I can fix this! I can fix it! I just need! I need! A needle some tread! Rosie im so sorry! It's My fault if I was-" his hand slowly lifted and touched my cheek " shhhhh… lamb..s'not your fault… it's theirs.. you can't fix this… im sorry. I made you…. Cry." He smiled sadly up at me " can i… see.... My sunshine smile… one… last time.." I held his hand tightly to my cheek as I smiled down at him through the tears and the pain. He smiled tenderly back tears trailing down his face mingling with his blood.

" You need… to go now Shiloh.. ill be fine… now that i saw… your smile.. I need you to.. go… and live.".

I choked out a sob " I can't leave you here. Your dying.. we can get you help. Please Rosie i need you. I don't know what to do without you. Please please i can't leave you!" I whisper so desperately to him

He shook his head slowly " you.. know.. i wont.. make it… im sorry…. You're hurt…. But please… you have… to leave… me" his breath was getting shallower and he was paling fast as the blood left him. " i… will…. Always … be .. with you.. Shiloh…. Always." He closed his eyes and began humming brokenly. Our lullaby, the sound once soft and comforting now haunting with finality.

I kissed his forehead " i love you rosie" he smiled tiredly as i placed his head back on the ground. Standing i looked down on him. He looked so calm as he lay dying. I turned and i ran.

The chaos was still everywhere. It was like I couldn't out run it. Smoke and screaming. Pain and death everywhere you looked. I was so close now. Not to much further. 'you can make it! For Rosie! For Rosie!'

A large blast and im sent flying and tumbling! Smoke burns my eyes and then a sharp pain in my head! I'm lying on the ground the sky blurred and fading above me! The pain in my head terrible. ' i was so close… im sorry'

#Andromeda Six #my first fanfic #This is really sad im sorry #A6 #My traveler #My oc's #Please be gentle

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killer-benhardy · 6 years ago

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Say It - Part 5

Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

A/N: OH my GOD. So I’m going to school tomorrow so this is like my last one before I go back which is quite upsetting, cause I love this fic and writing it. But I’m not sure if I’ll be updating as much. I’ll update as much as I can. BUT WOW OML THIS CHAPTER WAS SO INTENSE TO WRITE WOW

It had only been four days since Brian had been staying with you and Roger. It was quite simple since you would prepare meals for the three of you, Roger would occasionally help you, and Brian would always offer to lend a hand which always ended with you saying, “don’t worry about it, you need to rest up!”

Roger would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of Brian. After every meal, you would always bring out a pot of tea just for Brian and occasionally forgetting to hand a cup to Roger.

The only time Roger didn’t feel those jealous emotions was when the two of you would finally get time alone right when you had to go to bed. But those moments would usually sadly be cut short since you would tend to Brian’s care.

Although Roger would take any chance to take care of Brian so you would rest. You loved caring for people. You always took care of your friends, especially all the boys from Queen, you loved taking care of them sick or not.

Today was just like one of those days. The usual morning pot of tea after breakfast for Brian and you remembered to hand Roger a teacup.

“Bri, Rog, did you want anything from the grocer’s?” You picked up your purse and headed towards the front door.

Brian turned his head from the telly and asked, “is it alright if I can get some of those caramel sweets from the shop around the corner? I’ll give you the money for-”

“Stop right there! I’ll just buy it for you okay lov- Bri?” Big mistake. You shouldn’t have done that.

You could tell that Brian knew what you were about to say ‘love,’ but it was because you’re always used to calling Roger ‘love’ or any kind of affectionate name at home. The only exception was for Freddie.

You quickly ran towards Roger, who just came out of the bathroom and planted a soft kiss onto his lips.

“Where are you off to, Y/N?” He probably didn’t hear you when you asked if he wanted anything.

“Just the grocer’s. Want any sweets?” Roger’s face stared at you with a questionable face, he was thinking about what he would like.

But then he realised that you’ve been taking care of Brian non-stop.

“Why don’t I just head to the grocer’s, and you have some time for yourself to take a bath and rest, okay?” Roger suggested, but he regretted saying it. He was going to leave you with Brian. Alone in the apartment.

Wow, that sounded like heaven to you. Yes. You loved taking care of Brian, but you might’ve accidentally missed a meal or two.

“Thank you so much, Rog. Is that okay with you?” You wanted to make sure he wasn't doing it out of guilt. He simply nodded ‘yes’ and headed his way out.

“I’ll miss you,” you smiled at him. “You just need to get some vegetables, juice, caramel sweets for Brian and some sweets for me as well!” Roger kissed you on the forehead before leaving you alone with Brian.

He still can’t believe he asked to get things from the grocer’s. Why not go with you instead? It was probably the spark of the moment he wanted to do something for you.

“So, how is Mr May recovering? Is your arm feeling a bit better?” You walked towards Brian who was on the couch watching ‘Top of the Pop’s’ on the telly.

He turned his head quickly towards you and responded, “thanks to you, I like I’m ready to start playing again!” But of course he was kidding, he only had around two more weeks to heal.

“That’s fantastic Bri! You enjoy the telly, while I go have a relaxing bath,” you skipped away to the bathroom to run the water. Roger had told you to have time to yourself, and that was exactly what you were going to do.

You opened a cabinet that had all of your soaps, took a bottle of vanilla scented body wash and poured it close to the faucet of the running water. Vanilla soon was the only thing you could smell in the air.

You quickly took all your clothes off, it had been a while since you’ve last had a bubble bath for yourself.

The last time you had a bubble bath was with Roger, a few nights before he left for the tour. Yes, you often took baths with him. And yes, they were quite enjoyable.

“Y/N!”

“Yes?”

“The telephone’s ringing!”

“Just answer it!”

And that’s what Brian did. He slid across the couch in order to reach the telephone, “Hello, this is-” Brian wasn’t able to finish his sentence and listened to what was being said on the other line.

He kept quiet, but before he knew it he quickly ended the call, cutting off the other line in the middle of their sentence.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Who was it?” He didn’t say anything for a while. “Bri?”

“It was just Miami, he was asking how I was doing. He’s sounding more like my mother!” He laughed. You didn’t think much of what he said since it sounded quite funny to you.

“I’m going to murder that drummer boy.” Brian could hear Roger outside trying to open the door, but it seemed like he was struggling with the bags of groceries. As soon as Roger came through the door, Brian was right by the door.

“Bloody hell, you shouldn’t be standing in front of the door like that. Nearly had a heart attack,” Roger chuckled walking past the taller man but he stopped in his track.

“What’s wrong Mr May?” He sassed.

“Nothing. You’ve got to watch yourself,” Brian spoke with a very sarcastic tone. Roger had no idea why he was acting like that. It just made him angry. Brian’s eyes glanced towards the bathroom and Roger obviously knew that you were in there. And Brian was making Roger even more jealous.

Roger had a checklist. It was just things he had thought since Brian was staying for a while.

Y/N will pay attention to Brian. Check

Y/N will take care of Brian more. Check

Y/N will forget about me

And Roger couldn’t bear to think of the worst-case scenario. But Brian knew something was off with him. He just didn’t want to confront him. Wouldn’t want anything bad to happen of course.

Roger brushed past Brian and gave him the bags of groceries, which ended up falling on the ground. How could an injured guy hold so many bags?

“You back, love?” You spoke loudly skimming your fingers across the water of your bath. He popped his head through the door and you smiled at him.

“Of course I’m back, you did say that you’d miss me,” he winked at you as he took a few steps closer to you.

“Tomorrow night, we’re going out with the band.”

“We are? And where are we all going?”

“Just for dinner and maybe we’ll stop by the pub?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

Brian was listening and he knew that there were no plans for dinner. Even though last minute plans were Roger’s thing, it seemed a bit odd.

“You’re doing it just to see her.”

Flashback

Brian picked up the telephone, “Hello this is-”

“Hey, Roger. It’s Amy. I know you told me not to call until you were on the road again. I wasn’t able to get the chance to say something to you before you went back home. You were incredible in bed. I miss you.”

It was Amy. She was one of Roger’s groupies that would always see him after performances. But that was before he met you.

“I hope that we’re still meeting tomorrow night, at the usual place? I know how it’s usually done. You’ll have dinner with your bandmates and then I’ll see you in the bathroom after you order your usual dr-”

He ended the call straight away. He didn’t want to hear Amy’s voice anymore.

Present

Brian knows everything. He knows Roger’s groupie schedule. He knows that Roger is still with the last groupie he was seeing before he met you.

“That fucking bastard.”

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Part 6

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fairyscribbles · 6 years ago

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No More Running. (D.O, Romantic Confession)

By the way my loves, no need to worry about me! I decided to clean my folder and I found a lot of stories that I haven’t posted on tumblr yet, and I am pretty proud of them! So these are things that were written a while ago, but you get to see now! <3

You pushed your feet to go faster, feeling the strain in your muscles as you sped down the dark alleyway. You muted out the gruff yells that were behind you and your mind was only set on one thing- escaping the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

You haven’t done anything wrong. You were innocent, and yet it was you who ended up being chased again.

You knew very well who was following you. And you knew they were toying with you. If they would’ve wanted, the vampires would have already ripped your jugular out.

They weren’t doing this for hunger. Oh no, the reason was far more personal than an innocent feeding.

This was an act of revenge, an eye for an eye. But they had the wrong person. You weren’t supposed to be executed for this reason.

You sharply turned left, almost losing your footing as you slammed into the side of the building. You could faintly register the burning on your arm as it scratched against the building, willing yourself to go faster.

This was all just a big mistake. They weren’t supposed to go after you. You weren’t the one closest to Do Kyungsoo, the werewolf they wanted to hurt the most.

Kyungsoo made sure you knew that well.

“Look…” he started, pausing after muttering your name. His eyes were set on the ground.

“This isn’t because of you…”

“Oh, of course not. It’s never me, it’s always you.” You cut him off, your hands balled into fists at your sides. He tried to open his mouth to protest, but you didn’t let him.

“At first, it was about you being different. When I showed you I had absolutely no problem with you being a werewolf, you changed the story to the “enormous” age gap problem.” You stated, crooking your fingers in the air in imaginative quote marks. Kyungsoo’s full lips pursed in a thin line, his brows furrowed.

“Even when I said that three years aren’t that bad, you’ve apparently come up with another one.” Crossing your arms on your chest, you glared at him.

��Let’s hear it, then.” He started out with your name again, and no matter how much you loved hearing it rolling off his lips, you willed yourself not to be affected by it.

“I cannot…I’m too dangerous for you.”

“Oh, that is rich.” You scoffed and Kyungsoo showed his distaste of interrupting him by growling deep in his chest. Sometimes, you forget that Kyungsoo is really a dangerous being, but no one could blame you- he is always so gentle and nice, it isn’t hard to let your mind slip with that little fact that he is able to transform into a great beast.

You pursed your lips, holding in all the other snarky comments until he is finished.

“I’m too dangerous. After all these years, I’ve made too many enemies. They could hurt you to get to me. And the biggest enemy is right in this room.” You lifted your eyebrow in question and Kyungsoo pointed at his chest.

“It’s me. I could hurt you so easily…” he muttered almost to himself, as he lifted his hand and his thumb brushed gently over your cheek. It took all you had not to lean into his touch, as you stared into his eyes, which seemed to be torn by uncertainty.

“Just with a flick of my wrist, I could break you bones…”

“You don’t have to flick anything but your tongue, to let those words out and break my heart.” You added, your voice lowering to his whisper. Pain flashed through his eyes and to your dismay, his hand retreated from your skin. He was already taking steps back, away from you.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…I can’t risk it. I’m so sorry.”

You would’ve cried, but you didn’t have the energy anymore. Sadly, you were so used to Kyungsoo walking out on you; it didn’t hurt as much as the last time.

You loved him, and you were sure he loved you back. The fact that after every single time he left, he returned to you made you realize that he was unable to be without you.

Do Kyungsoo’s machinations of his mind were an enigma, you decided, as you stared at the closed door, a thought crept in your head that it might’ve been a metaphor about Kyungsoo.

The closed door might be a metaphor on your relationship with Kyungsoo.

You were left all alone.

And alone, you had to face the two bloodthirsty vampires at your heels. You felt that your muscles started to scream in pain, but you couldn’t allow yourself to slow down. Slowing down mean certain death.

“Think fast, wolf bait!” a crystal clear voice called out behind you and not a second later, a sharp rock came in contact with your scalp. With a yelp, you stumbled but kept your balance. Your head throbbed, and that pain seemed to break down the numbness your brain created when they started chasing you.

You were being chased by vampires. And your only hope, the only one that could save you, turned his back on you.

That didn’t stop you from calling for help.

“Help…” the only word whimpered through your lips and the vile creatures behind you cackled.

“No one will come, sweetie. Stop running and we’ll make it quick.”

I don’t want to make it quick. I want to live, you wanted to tell the vampires, but you knew it would be useless.

“Please, help!” your voice grew louder as you took another turn. You noticed your grave mistake too late, that you ran into a dark alley, that was most probably cut off by some obstacle. Your fears came true, as a metal fence started rising above you and soon enough, you collided into it, hoping it would topple over.

Not happening. The fence stood there long before you and it probably will continue standing proud long after you’re gone.

You searched for a weapon of any kind- you were positive that you wouldn’t find any silver in the abandoned alleyway, so you settled for a broken vodka bottle. You clenched it by the throat, facing the predators with shaky legs.

“Leave me alone.” You tried to make your voice firm, but it cracked to a plea in the middle of the sentence, making the vampires laugh.

“We can’t do that, honey. There’s no escape. I’m sorry.” The monster replied and as if his speech triggered your reflex, your legs set off running again.

You didn’t get far though, as an arm shot up to meet you, sending you flying back to the fence. With a cry, you tried to catch your breath, your eyes glazing over with tears.

“Kyungsoo…” his name escaped your lips and your attacker grinned.

“Yes, thank him for killing you.”

“Kyungsoo, help me…” you were far too gone with fear, trying to back up even further into the fence when the vampire started approaching you.

“No! Stay back! Please!”

“So loud…” the other one growled, slapping you across the cheek. The sole impact had you losing your balance as you fell on the ground, knocking your head on some rubbish. Sobbing, you tried to crawl away from your death, into the corner of the building and the fence.

“Please, no!” you cried again, when you felt an iron grip on your ankle yank you away from your haven.

“Shut up already!”

“Say your prayers, flower.” The first one finally said, lifting his arm to strike you again, but this time, you were sure it would be the last.

“Kyungsoo!” you shrieked, your eyes closing and awaiting the impact.

A growl cut through the air and soon enough, ripping and yells reached your ears, before you covered them, cutting them off.

You wanted out. This was just a horrible nightmare, you wanted out, to wake up. Or if it had to be real life, you just wanted to die, to finally have it over with and to die in peace. Oh god, that was the only thing you wanted, just to get out…

Your ranting was interrupted by a familiar voice calling your name. At first, you thought it was just your mind playing tricks, but when big hands covered yours, gently prying them off your ears, you heard that concerned voice again.

You opened your eyes and as you stared into Kyungsoo’s worried ones, you couldn’t fight the tears anymore and you broke down, crying.

“Did they hurt you? Hey, ___, talk to me, please.” His hand cupped your chin, tilting you up to meet his gaze again, while his other one gently swiped at the swollen cheek and busted lip that the vampires rewarded you with. His eyes laced with fury, and a growl rumbled off his chest.

“They didn’t bite you, right?” he asked carefully and relief washed over him when you shook your head.

“Did they hurt you anywhere else?”

“You came.” You interrupted his interrogation by throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. You refused to let go of him, your grip around his neck was almost bordering with pain, but either way, one of arms wrapped around your back, bringing you impossibly close, while the other one cradled your head.

“I’m so sorry I came so late. I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your ear, while you proceeded to cry into his neck.

“I was so scared…” you were only able to hiccup through your sobs.

“I know, and I’m so sorry, but it’s all okay now, I’m here…” Kyungsoo started rocking you gently, trying to calm you down.

“But for how long? How long until you’ll leave again?” you’ve managed to form a longer sentence now, your grip automatically tightening when you spoke of him leaving.

“Forever. I’ll never leave you again.” His hand ran through your hair, and when he brought out bloody fingers because of your injury, he gently pushed you away so he could look into your eyes.

“I never wanted you to experience something like this. I thought that if I left you, they would lose interest in you, and yet the only thing I did was make you completely vulnerable.” As he spoke, your eyes cast downwards to look at his shirt. He brought your attention back to his face when he kissed your brow gently and you looked up in surprise.

“I promise to take care of you from now until you’ll want me. I’ll never let anything happen to you again. If someone as much as touches you, I’ll make sure they’ll regret it.” The determination in his eyes told you he was speaking the truth. A moment later, uncertainty crept through the irises.

“That is, if you still want me.” Normally, you would’ve scoffed, but now, you wound your arms around his neck again and nodded into his shoulder.

You could feel as Kyungsoo wrapped one arm under your knees and lifted you into his embrace, as if you weighed nothing.

“Never leave me again, please.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

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rvnjun · 6 years ago

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nct dream reacts | s/o crying because of school

requested: Nct dream reaction to s/o crying because they dont understand the stuff they have to learn for their upcoming tests/exams genre: fluff, I guess angst just because of the crying? warnings: crying, despair, mentions of becoming a stripper (?) a/n: I can relate to this so much. quick disclaimer: Im not saying being a stripper is bad or anything, but, we have all had that time in school where we silently decided to drop out and become a stripper so im referencing that XD

mark

“I thought I understood it! I was so confident when I took the quiz and then it turns out I only got 2 out of 10 right, can you believe that? Now I have to take the test soon and I know im going to fail because I thought I understood it but apparently I don't!” you ranted to your boyfriend over the phone. You were not typically one to shove a bunch of information onto people like that, especially Mark-but you couldn't help it. “Mark?” you asked when you received no response from the canadian boy. You pulled the phone away from your ear to look at the screen. “He hung up on me?!” you yelled while standing up. You sighed and fell onto your bed. Tears started to trickle down your cheeks, “first this stupid unit and now my stupid boyfriend,” you cried while turning to shove your face in your pillow.

A few minutes later and your door burst open revealing a tired and disheveled Mark. “Okay so Im probably not the best of help and all but I brought some old notebooks that we could probably find notes in and, I bought you some snacks,” he smiled and held the old worn out notebooks and snacks out to you. You slowly moved from your bed to get a better look at the stuff. “Thank you Mark,” you said while pulling him in from a hug. “I thought you were tired of me,” you said while pulling away. Mark instantly shook his head “I could never get tired of you,,now come on,, let's study.”

renjun

you felt the tears well up in the corners of your eyes. Blinking a few times the wet substance got in your eyelashes. “Why,,” your voice was scratchy as you whined. Staring at the small black words in front of you you finally lost it. The tears cascaded down your cheeks, your breathing picked up and you started to hit the thick old textbook. “Stupid thing,” you yelled, letting your anger get the best of you.

Renjun had been patiently waiting in the living room for you to finish up. He felt his heart sink when he heard your clear frustration, he carefully entered the room when he heard a few thumps. His eyes softened when he saw how upset you were. “Babydoll,” he soothed as he approached your hestertic figure. Normally you would have tried to hide yourself from him but this time you threw yourself in his arms and cried while lightly kicking the textbook farther away from you. “Let's take a little break,” he said while rubbing a small circle sinto your back. You started to cry even harder “I cant risk taking a break,” your voice cracked as you spoke. Renjun shook his head “You're not going to get anything done like this, lets go get some food,” he tugged on your hand and helped you stand. You silently held onto him and let him lead you away from the stupid textbook

jeno

“You can do it Y/n,,,you have toooooo,” your voice started to shake as your sentence dragged on. “No! No you can't because you're stupid and can't understand anything,” you yelled louder at your own reflection in the mirror.

“Y/n?” Jeno knocked on the door with concern evident in his voice. You sighed to yourself and silently cried harder, in your fit of anger and sadness you had completely forgotten that Jeno was coming over. “Uh yeah babe, just a second,” you wiped your tears and opened your bedroom door with a fake smile. “Hi,,” Jenos voice was low as he took in your appearance. “Are you okay?” he asked with a soft tone. You mentally cursed at Jeno, whenever someone asked you that simple sentence you couldn't help but cry. “No Jeno, do I look okay?’ you tried to sound angry but it came out more desperate. “No babe, you dont,” he opened his arms and let you hold him tightly as you cried. “Why am I so stupid?” you asked into his chest. Jeno held you a little tighter at your words. “You are not stupid, you just need a little help,” Jeno carefully walked with you till clingy to him. He plopped you two down on your bed, causing you to lay on his chest. “And I will help you as soon as we finish cuddling,” Jeno added making your tears momentarily stop. “Okay,,,” you simply replied

haechan

Your mind was clouded with thoughts of the stupid assignment your teacher just gave out this morning. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to understand a single bit of it. You asked for help multiple times and she tried to explain and give you practice problems but it never worked. You gripped the pencil tighter as your eyes bore holes in at the paper.

Haechan continued to talk about something in the background making you even more angry. “Will you shut up for once,” you yelled while sending him a piercing glare. Haechan stopped talking and stared at you like a deer in the headlights. “I mean seriously, do you have an off button or are you always this annoying?” you asked before sighing loudly and looking back at the problem. Haechan didn't know what to say, your words really hurt him. It was the first time you saw Haechan not have something witty to say back. “Im sorry,” he simply said before standing up, getting ready to leave. You could see the hurt in his eyes. Tears welled up as you grabbed his wrist. “I really didnt mean to snap at you, babe. Im just really mad and I dont understand what im supposed to be doing,” Haechan rolled his eyes at you. “If you just needed help you should have just asked me, a genius,” he joked returning to his normal self.

jaemin

jaemin could tell that you were stressed. You just radiated negative energy and he couldn't seem to place his finger on the problem. It wasn't until he decided to randomly come over that he learned why. You sat in your bed, textbooks and notebooks thrown across the room. Your knees were pulled to your chest and you hid your tear stained face away as you silently cried.

“Y/n,” Jaemins deep voice was light as he spoke. “Do you need help?” he asked ask while slowly moving over to the bed. You glanced up at him, looking at him through your orbs you felt yourself wanting to cry more. “Its so stupid! I dont get why I have to learn about this, will it ever come in handy?” you asked while pointing at the thing that had been causing you so much stress. Jaemin made a face as his eyes wandered over to it. “It is stupid, but you know what else is stupid,,moths, I mean what is the point of them? They fly like broken butterflies,” his random statement made you started to laugh. “Don't make fun of moths like that,” you said, a smile gracing your lips. “You're right, come join me in making fun of this textbook,” Jaemin leaned over and grabbed the book to read what you were doing. You nodded your head and made space for him on the bed. “Yeah.”

chenle

chenle grew concerned when you stopped replying to his texts. At first the conversation was going smoothly and then like a light switch was flipped, you started replying with only 1 word. He wasn't so sure if he had done something wrong but the fact that you hadn’t replied to him in 2 hours was eating away at him. He slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and headed out the door, to your place.

“Y/n?” he asked as he pounded against the heavy wooden frame. You sighed from where you were sitting, you were desperately trying to study but Chenle had been distracting you. You kept quiet as you worked on the problem in front of you. Chenle whined your name when you refused to open the door. “Im sorry that I made you mad, please forgive me,” he sadly said despite not having a clue as to what was wrong. You felt yourself smile softly at the boys’ words. Without even thinking tears bursted out of your eyes and you let out a loud sob causing Chenles heart to sink. “Babe, I don't understand it at all,” you cried out as you opened your door and hugged him tightly Chenle furrowed his brows in confusion before his eyes landed on your notebook. “Oh,,,let,,let me see if I can help,” he beamed making you nod your head. “Okay,”

jisung

“Jisung,,” you hiccupped through the phone, your voice was broken due to the continuous sobs. You sniffled as you wiped some tears out of your eyes your vision was starting to get cloudy. “Y/N?? Are you okay?” Jisungs voice was frantic, you had never called him while crying before. “Im trying to study for this upcoming test and I don't understand anything! Im just going to drop out and become a stripper,” you said while staring intensely at the textbook. You heard Jisung sigh in relief before something dawned on him “nO NO Y/N! You're most certainly are not dropping out and becoming a stripper,,,just wait,,ill be there soon and Ill help you,” he said while standing up to pack his stuff. “Are you sure?’ you asked while feeling your heartbeat quicken thanks to the kind boy. “Of course!” you could feel his smile through the phone. “Well hurry up because Im ready to call the school,” you joked. “No! Ill be there in like 10 minutes, just calm down,” Jisung whined. “Okay,, see you soon.”

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leelee10898 · 6 years ago

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Back to you: Chapter 20 - Ready for it?

** So I decided to post this a day early because next chapter Aria makes her choice!!!!***

Summary: we pick up where 19 left off, the girls are at the club Olivia is trying to get a look at the ladies Credit cards. A confrontation happens and someone gets hit!! Aria,Liam and Leo share a very intimate moment. Catch up HERE

Rating: Mature, NSF

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“How about we play a round of credit card roulette?” Olivia blurts out? “What is that?” Kiara asked. “ well, everyone puts their cards in the middle of the table, who ever’s card is drawn pays for the next round.” Aria filled the ladies in. They all surprisingly agreed as they placed their cards in the center of the table.

“That’s a lovely necklace Lady Aria.” Pennelope admired. “Yes, how quaint.” Madeline sneers. “Thank you Pennelope, it was a gift. From Leo.” Her eyes shifting to Madeline. Aria sipped her drink. Anger flashed across Madelines face momentarily. “You and Leo have become very close. ” Pennelope stated, looking like she had something she wanted to ask. “You could say that.” Aria giggled as she sipped her third cupids kiss, man these things were good.

“I hear Leo has been known to be a bit rough in the bedroom . They dont call him the playboy prince for nothing.” Kiara drunkingly giggled sipping her mixed drink. “I hear he gives a safeword to each partner who agrees to it.” Penelope adds in. Aria gulps her drink down, grabbing the next waiting in front of her. Were they seriously talking about this now? Safeword? He never gave her a safe word. And then it dawned on her, hes been holding back. She knew how intense it was everytime they had sex, her core tingles just thinking about it, how much more it could be.

“Well since you all seem to want to know so much about Leo in the bedroom, why don’t you just ask lady Aria herself. She spends more then enough time in between his sheets these days.” Madeline sneers as she gulps down the rest of her drink. “Jealous hes not fucking you Maddy?” Olivia narrows her eyes at Madeline. Aria shoots Olivia a thankful look. Hmp. Madeline whined as she walked off. Penelope and Kiara trailing after. “Well, this will be easier then we thought, those idiots left their cards behind.” Olivia chuckled. They sort through the cards settling on the last one, it was a match. “It was Penelope?” Aria gasped. “Poodle loving Penelope?” Olivia scoffed “Wow, I don”t know if I should be insulated or impressed.” Olivia chuckled to herself. “Um Madeline sent me to get our cards. ” Pennelope sadly requested. “Pennelope, sit down we need to talk.” Aria insisted. “I know you paid someone to take those photos of Tariq in my room.” She stated firmly as she eyed pennelope down. poor pennelope was so drunk, she crumbled on the spot. “Oh Aria i’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” She sobbed “Madeline told me you and Tariq were in love, and we should get you together. I didn’t know she was going to set up a photographer I knew I shouldn’t have gave her my credit card information.”

“Madeline did this? Of course she did aria though. She sighed "Penelope you were used as a pawn in her little game. ” Aria shook her head. “I’m sorry Aria, can you ever forgive me?” Penelope cried. “I can, but Why did you send Olivia and I those letters?” Aria questioned. Confusion spread across Pennelope’s face. “Letters telling us to leave court? I didn’t send any letters.” She shook her head clearly confused. "If you didn’t then who…” Aria trailed off lost in thought, she snapped out of it. “please keep this between us Pennelope.” “Thank you Aria, I won’t say a word.” Pennelope smiled as she took the cards and left. “Well I expected blood.” Olivia disapproved. “There you are.” Ellie rushes up hugging Aria. “Ellie, this is Olivia. Olivia my best friend Ellie.” Olivia and Ellie stare each other up and down. “You the one helping Aria figure out who set her up?” Ellie questioned “yes, is there a problem?” Olivia scowled. “Nope, whats your poison i’m buying. I like this one Ari, she doesn’t seem like she takes any shit.” Ellie chuckled. After a few drinks Aria was feeling pretty good. She caught sight of Madeline at the bar. “I’ll be right back.” Aria gulps down the shot in front of her making her way to Madeline.

“Pretty ballsy of you to send me to get your pathetic wedding rings.” Aria snapped. Madeline whipped her head around facing Aria, her mouth twisted into a sick grin. “And you went crying to Liam, I knew you couldn’t handle the pressure.” Madeline chuckled. “I know you set me up, those pictures with Tariq.” Aria accused. “Careful there Aria, throwing accusation around like that could get you removed from court.” Madeline grinned. “Don’t test me Madeline, I will tell Liam, Ill go to the press.” Aria threatened. Madeline took a step forward closing the distance between the two. “And tell them what exactly? That the queen to be blackmailed you and undermind the king? Think about it Aria. How will that look for Liam, for the country? You’re not going to say a word.” Madeline smiled taking a sip of her drink. Arias fist balled against her hips. “I can get rid of you like I got rid of Hana.” Arias face twisted in anger, rage boiling in her blood. The next thing Aria knew her fist connected with Madelines Jaw. “I know you’re up to something, and I will find out.” Aria stormed off leaving a stunned Madeline holding her Jaw.

“Aria are you ok?” A voice behind her asked. She turns to find Liam. “Liam? What.. what are you doing here?” Aria stammered. “I invited him, and Walker.” Leo stood next to her. “Nice right hook Hale.” Drake chuckled. “She had it coming to her.” Aria shook her hand now feeling the pain as the adrenaline wore off. “That was awesome little blossom.” Maxwell jumped around. “Liam invited Beaumont.” Drake chuckled as he rolled his eyes at Maxwell. “We have a booth in the back, come on guys Ellie and Liv are already back there.” Aria motioned to roped off area. “Well well well boys, welcome to the party.” Ellie giggles. “Aria you never told me how fantastic Ellie was.” Olivia grins. “I knew you two would hit it off, your both insane.” Aria laughed. “Here’s some ice for your hand.” Drake handed Aria a plastic bag filled with ice that he got from the bar. “What happened to your hand?” Ellie wondered. Leo chuckles “Rocky here punched Madeline in the face.” “You didn’t?” Ellie gasps. “You couldn’t have done it while we were around?” Olivia scoffed. “Now now ladies, I think we just need to forget about the big bad wolf and have a few s-” “SHOTS!” Ellie hollered cutting Maxwell off. “I love you.” Maxwell clutched his chest holding his hand out to Ellie. Ellie giggled “come on lover boy lets go.” The two wandered off to the bar to grab a round of shots.

“Are you ok my love?” Liam consoled. “You worry to much I am fine.” Aria nudged him playfully. “I am surprised however, Leo you invited Liam and Drake out?” “We worked things out.” Liam chuckled. “Yeah, we came to an understanding.” Leo grinned nudging his brother . Aria eyed the two uncertain of how to take the situation. If they weren’t fighting that was a good sign. “Ok I hope you guys are ready to partayyy, because its go hard or go home tonight yall!” Ellie shimmied around the booth handing out shots. Aria raised her glass in the air “Here’s to, good friends, good times and..” “great sex!” Ellie cut Aria off. Aria could only shake her head and laugh. “Here here” “cheers ” wooohooo" the group cheered.

Later on….

“Woooo” Ellie yells as they all slam their shot glasses down on the table. “Oh I don’t think I’ve drank this much, ever.” Liam gags. Leo chuckles “Liam you’re such a light weight, these ladies are putting you to shame. ” “I don’t know how many more fruit flavored shots I can do. I need whi-” whiskey they all said in unison. “Ooh this is my jam, lets go everyone on the dance floor, come on were dancing.” Aria jumped up grabbing Leo and Liams hand. Ellie followed her dancing. Come one walker, lets get out there before Aria comes and bugs us.“ Olivia demanded. Drake nodded and followed Olivia to the dance floor. Ellie and Aria dance together swaying their bodies in sync with the upbeat pop song. They were tearing up the floor. They both loved to dance. Ellie started dancing with Liam Laughing "Liam why are you do stiff? And I don’t mean in the good way.” Liam blushed at her comment. “I told him the same thing, Liam let loose, tonight is about having fun and not giving a fuck about court bullshit. ” Aria giggles as she spins her body around, Leo catches her. They dance close together for the rest of the song. “Im gonna go grab a drink, want anything?”

Yeah, grab me a beer just put it on the table. I’m gonna try to get your brother to loosen up, hurry back.“

Leo chuckles and kisses her cheek, Aria heads over to Liam grabbing his hand. "Dance with me.” Liam smiles. A sultry tune replaces the upbeat one they had been dancing to. Liam pulls her closer, saying his body with the music, still very stiff. She stands on her toes pulling him down whispering in ear. “Just let the music guide you, stop thinking about it. ” she shakes her hips against him. Liam closed his eyes, he stops thinking about everyone watching him, what was expected of him, just letting the music guide his body. His hands find her hips as he rocks them against her. His hands roam her sides his breath hot on her neck, she sees Leo out of the corner of her eye, watching him watching her. She felt a jolt of excitment run through her body. She hooks her hand around liams neck pressing her body closer to his. Liam grabs her hips as she sways her body to the music eye fucking Leo at the same time. She bites her bottom lip as Leo makes his way towards them. Aria turns her back to Liam swaying her hips in sync with his as she pulls Leo close. He can see the hunger in her eyes. He moves his body against her, his hands move against her hips and waist. The three move in sync the two men sandwiching her in the middle. Leos mouth hovers over her neck, his hot breath making her throw her head back as the heat pools in her core. Her lips find Liams as she sloppily open mouth kisses him. Leos mouth settled onto her neck, nipping and kissing her. She turns her head towards Leo, his lips crashing against hers. Both men’s hands traveling her body. She would be lying if she wasn’t completely turned on. The song came to an end. Aria eyed both men. she needed to cool down, a cold shower would help, but right now it was the beer waiting for her. “Well boys, I think I need a drink.” She turns and walks away switching her hips. Both Leo and Liam tilt their head watching her. “That ass.” Leo admired “yup” Liam agreed.

Aria sits back at the booth, by herself. Drake and Olivia were holed up in a corner making out. Ellie was dancing with Maxwell, she took the moment alone to cool off. Still hot and bothered, she forced her self to shake off naughty thoughts. Liam sits down next to her, his face flushed. “I think I may have to call it a night, I had wayyyy to much to drink and i’m feeling horrible. ” Liam laid his head on the table. “Why King Liam are we admitting defeat?” Aria giggled. Liam waved a napkin in the air. She caught Bastien’s eye as she motioned for him to come over. “ hey, its ok go rest. Bastien is gonna take you to the hotel.” She lifts his head up. “Good idea, good night my love. I am sorry.” Liam slurred out as he leaned against Bastien. “Leo.” Bastien nods “Bringing back memories huh Bastien.” Leo claps him on the shoulder. “You know you were always worse.” Bastien snorts a slight smile forming on his face. Leo chuckles walking up to the table sliding in sitting next to Aria. “Have many drunken stupors your highness?” Aria eyes Leo jokingly. “Maybe one or two.” Leo chuckles. You know I heard some juicy gossip tonight. Aria runs her finger around the the rim of her beer bottle. “Oh?” He arches his eye brow. “Mmhmm, it had to do with a certain prince and his rough sexcapades. I believe a safe word was involved.” Aria glances up at him. Leo squirmed in his seat. Fuck, shes pissed, is she pissed? Leo thought to himself. She folds her hands on the table and leans in closer. “You’ve been holding out on me Rhys. I wanna know why?”

Leo looked up shocked shes not pissed because I was a male whore,shes pissed because I have been taking it easy on her? She never ceases to amaze me.

“I don’t want to hurt you love. Things can get a bit wild. And I respect you to much.” Leo grabbed her hand. “Don’t feed me that shit Leo. I can handle it.” Aria demanded. “I don’t want you to get hurt love. So no, its not happening. ” Leo insisted. “Now please can we drop it?” Leo pleaded. She eyes him up and down. This wasn’t over she would get what she wanted one way or another.

“Ok, but maybe we can still have a little fun?” She batted her eyes at him while a manicured finger nail trailed the inside of his leg. “What did you have in mind Beautiful?” Leo gulped down the remaining scotch in his glass. Aria grabs him gently by the shirt pulling him in, her lips meeting his. He deepens the kiss, she pulls him closer with one hand grabbing his bulging pants. She pulls back

“Lets go back to your place.” Aria breathes in his ear. Leos turns towards her locking eyes with hers. “No love. I have an even better idea, let’s go back to the hotel. ” A shit eating grin forms on both of their faces. Madeline had it coming to her.

Back at the hotel they enter Leos room as soon as the door closes he pushes her up against the wall. Kissing her hard. She helps him out of his shirt, Leo fidgets with her dresses stuck zipper before he rips it off her body. Aria groans in appreciation of his roughness, he peppers kisses along her neck and chest reaching his hand behind her un hooking her bra and tossing it across the room. He yanks his jeans and his boxers off his hard member springing free from its confinements. Aria grips his dick twisting her hand up and down the shaft. He lets out a deep growl as he kisses and sucks her neck. “I want it rough Leo, don’t hold back.” She breathed out. “No love, I cant.” Leo whispers breathlessly. She grips down on his dick, her eyes full of fire narrow in and lock on his. “Don’t fucking tell me no.” She released his cock from her hand. A mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Kitty wants to play rough? we’ll play rough.” He pulls her into his chest kissing her hard his hands slide down her back as he cups her ass, grabbing hard and giving it a hard slap. He lifts her up, she wraps her legs around his waist. Leo walks her over sitting her on the table. He rubs his hands across her breast, rolling and her pink nipples with fingers pinching each one, a soft moan escapes her. His hands ghost down her body as he pulls her across the table settling her against him. He continues kissing her, his tongue slips past her lips as they fight for dominance. His hands roam her ass and in between her legs. He presses his length against her wanting center feeling her soaking wet panties against him making his hard length twitch. He grips her undies ripping them in half and tossing them on the floor. He looks her in the eyes.“Are you sure about this?”

“Hell yes.” Aria grins pulling him in for a searing kiss. “If its to much, if you can’t handle something say the safe word, I will not stop unless you say the safe word love. Do you understand?” He places a soft kiss on her lips. “Yes.” she whimpers

“Are you really sure about this?” Leo pleads. “Fuck me hard Leo, dont hold back.” She could see the hunger in his eyes, like she seen many times before, except this time was different, it was almost animalistic. He licks his lips, a devilish grin spreads across his face. “Safe word is Apple.” he whispers into her ear as he he swiftly yanks her off the table and turns her around roughly pushing her front side down against table. His fingers trail down her spine to her round plump ass. He whacks one cheek and the the other, causing Aria to jump and gasp. He pushes himself against her pumping his hips. Teasing her wanting core. He kisses the back of her neck all the way down her back grabbing and smacking her ass with force. He runs two fingers across her slit, while settling on his knees. His tongue drawing tight circles along her sensitive bud, he dips two digits into her wet sex. He pumps them in deep, curling his fingers to reach her sweet spot sending chills through her body. “Oh fuck.mmmm.” she moans.

He pulls his fingers out slowly. “Your pussy is so wet for me baby.” He groans as he sucks Her juices off his fingers. He grabs a hold of her ass as his tongue plunges into her hot center. He slaps her ass hard again, watching it Jiggle he moans in between her legs, sending tingles throughout her body. He bites and kisses her ass, as he continues his pleasure assault to her dripping wet sex. “Oh fuck Leo, mmm. I’m gonna cum, oh fuck.” She screams. “Not yet kitten.” He orders . He spreads her legs farther apart shoving his tip inside of her warm center. “Leo” his name falls off her lips like a prayer. He shoves his cock into her deep, she squirms back squeezing her walls down on his large intrusion. He pumps his hips fast and hard moving the table beneath her. Her moans fast and loud, “oh, oh fuck, Leo oh oh god.” She clings to the sides of the table. He whacks her ass hard as she screams out. He pulls out of her and turns her around, picking her up and placing her back on the table. He grabs a hold of one leg pulling her onto his thick length. He thrust hard and deep. “Mmm you like that kitten? Your pussy feels so good on my cock, oh fuck yeah baby.” He grunts as he pounds into her powerfully. He rubs circles around her clit. He could feel her walls contracting around his cock. “Cum for me baby.” His thrust never faltering he pushes her through her first climax. He leans in kissing her, scooping her up into his arms he tosses her onto the bed. Laying next to her he pulls her on top of him. She lowers herself down onto him rocking her hips as he thrust into her with force. She screams out as he slaps and pinches her ass. Aria grips the headboard as she slams her ass repetitively against his hips. “Oooh fuck,fuck Leo, fuck yes oh god. I’m gonna cum.” She throws her head back. “That’s right baby, cum on my dick.” She lays her body flat against his digging her teeth into his shoulder, she screams out as he thrust hard into her. She feels the heat explode as she gives into her second orgasm. Leo tosses her onto the bed, kissing her deep. He flips her around pulling her ass up in the air slapping it hard leaving a red mark.

He shoves his rock hard dick into her his fingers grab a fist full of hair while his other hand rests on her hip. She bucks back against him, his long thick cock filling her completely. Her cries mixed with pleasure and pain. Leos loud moans mixing with Arias loud screams could probably be heard many floors up. He pulls her body up by her hair and she leans against his chest. She bounces up and down matching his fast rhythm. “Oh fuck baby, I want you to cum on my cock again.” He grunted out. Aria breaths are fast and erratic, he feels her muscles contract again as she rocks her hips through her third orgasm. He pulls himself out flipping her over he shoves himself into her again. Leo hooks her leg around his neck and and leans over her, his cock position right on her gspot. He thrust into her hard and fast, Kissing her through her moans. She feels the coil tighten again as the heat pools. She screams loud, each stroke sending electricity through her body. His hand slides up her chest and settles on her neck grasping lightly Placing a little pressure against it. He plows into her with delicious speed, stroking her gspot each time. “Oh kitten you feel so good. So. Fucking. Good.” He moans. “This is my pussy! tell me who’s pussy this is?” He demanded. “Y-,yours.” She stutters. “F.f.f fuck Leo.”

“That’s right kitten, scream my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you.” His name flys off her lips like a chant. The heat pooling like lava dangerously close to spilling over. His strokes send a spark through her body. He kisses and bites the inside of her thigh a loud moan escapes her lips. “Cum with me Ari, squirt on daddy’s dick. ” he continued to ram her with so much force the headboard banged furiously against the wall, the sounds of slapping flesh and pleasure filled screams fill the room.

“Her walls fluttered around his length. Her eyes rolled back into her head, she seen stars as she gave into her forth and most intense orgasm. Her jucies squirt out in a wave against his thick cock dripping down her ass and his legs . "Oh fuck Aria, oh my fucking god.” Leo grunted as he pumped through his own release, coating her throbbing walls with his milky white seed. Leo collapsed along side of Aria. She lie there twitching and withering the after shocks of the most intense sex of her life. Leo pulls her body close, wrapping his arms around her calming her down. “Are you ok love?” He stroked her hair, praying he didn’t go to far. She turned to face him. He took her hands in his kissing them. “I didn’t hurt you did I, please tell me you’re ok?” She leaned in giving him a sweet, soft kiss “im fine.”

“I love you Aria.” He stroked her hair. “Mmmm I love you too. That was amazing. ” She whispered and she nuzzled up against his chest and fell fast asleep.

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Characters: Im Changkyun/I.M (feat. Shin Hoseok/Wonho, Lee Jooheon) Reader: Gender Not Specified (They/Them/Theirs) Genre: Angst, Hanahaki Disease AU, Pan+Poly(?) Hoseok, Coffee Shop AU, Flower Shop AU TW: Blood, Body Horror, Vomiting Summary: Changkyun struggles with an unrequited crush on his best friend’s significant other and the sickness that accompanies it. Hoseok tries to help him cope. Word Count: 6210 A/N: Jooheon’s significant other is named Jungmin because it's a unisex name, so interpret their gender however you like. Reader is NOT Jungmin, hang in there and they will eventually appear ;; Parts: one, two, three, four, final Listen To: KNK - Sun Moon Star, The Rose - Like We Used To, Highlight - It’s Still Beautiful

As everyone around the table laughed and enjoyed each other's company, Changkyun clutched at his jeans underneath the table. His eyes prickled with tears he blinked back easily. No, he couldn’t just leave. It was an oh so rare moment where everyone could clear their schedules to go out for dinner and drinks. Usually, the get-togethers consisted of only Hoseok, Changkyun, and Minhyuk. The night would go by rather uneventfully, and then they would be on their way home. The other five always had another affair to attend to, whether it be work or romance related. Today, however, everyone had come: including the cause of his stress.

The chatter between his friends dulled in his ears as he tried to shift his thoughts. He was used to this, he could soldier through. His hand above the table picked at his food, pushing the meal around on the plate. His behavior didn't seem to attract any attention, thankfully. Everyone was too busy laughing at Jooheon’s story, ensnared by his dramatic imitations and occasional whines of “Am I telling the story or are you?” With the sound of a far too familiar giggle, Changkyun gagged as he felt the stirring of his stomach. No, not here. Not now! With the screech of his chair as he stood, he quickly excused himself from the dinner table to rush to the bathroom. While his friends found his rushing away odd, none found it strange enough to follow him as they quickly returned their attention back to Jooheon and his tale. As Changkyun rushed to the stall, he let loose a scratchy, painful cough. A couple of petals escaped his mouth, shooting out from the back of his throat painfully. He arched over the toilet bowl, finally allowing the petals to escape from him. Please not here! Please not now! He begged, trying to force the flowers down. His eyes stung with tears, embarrassment filling his every fiber. His throat burned, stinging as if he had swallowed a heaping handful of tacks.

"Changkyun, are you okay?" a voice called into the bathroom. He pressed his hand to his mouth, desperately trying to stifle the gags. He coughed, however, and the voice called his name once more. A soft knock at his stall door scared him, causing him to spit out the rough petals. Some missed the toilet, falling onto his shirt and to the floor.

"Changkyun," Hoseok's voice called softly from the other side of the stall door, "I know you're here. It's just me."

Changkyun reached behind him and unlocked the door before whirling around to expel more flowers. He didn't hold back, however, because Hoseok was the only one he had told about this. Hoseok was the only one he trusted. He vaguely told Hoseok about the flowers, the day he first experienced them, everything. Everything except for who caused him to feel this way, to experience this pain. Between bouts of heaving, he felt Hoseok’s warm hand patting gently on his back.

"They're called delphinium," Hoseok murmured as he rubbed Changkyun's back. Somehow between his racing thoughts, Changkyun had the time to remember his hyung’s job at the local flower shop. The stall filled with his retching before Hoseok spoke again, "Mine are lilies."

Changkyun felt his heart drop at the soft confession. He hadn't known or even guessed that Hoseok had experienced the same exact pain. He had wondered why Hoseok had been so accepting of his situation, how he never once questioned him or judged him. Hoseok hummed quietly as he rubbed Changkyun's back, effectively soothing him. As the final petals fell, Changkyun coughed as the rawness of his throat hit him fully. Hoseok’s face lit up with a realization, hands patting at each of his pockets in a frenzied search.

"Oh yeah, here," Hoseok offered, holding out a plastic wrapped candy. His expression was gentle and Changkyun wanted nothing more than to hug him. He decided that it would be weird to hug in the men’s room. Changkyun took the candy with shaky hands, unwrapping it quickly and popping it into his mouth. A mixture of extremely sour and equally extremely sweet flooded his tastebuds while Hoseok laughed at his expression. "It has honey and lemon in it, to soothe your throat," Hoseok explained, standing from his crouched position to help Changkyun stand. He opened the stall door, standing in the newly emptied space and effectively cornering Changkyun.

"Thank you," Changkyun started but Hoseok raised his hand and stopped him quickly.

"It's no problem! I just... wish you would tell me who it is, so we can work around it. I want to be able to help you more, you know? I want to be able to help you avoid this." Hoseok kicked at the tiled floor, knowing the conversation was getting deeper than either of them really wanted it to. Changkyun gulped, avoiding eye contact.

"Jungmin." Changkyun said after a long pause. "It's Jungmin." He contemplated rushing out of the stall and further out of the men’s room but couldn’t bring himself to actually move.

"Jungmin, our Jungmin? The one who is dating Jooheon? Or is it the one from the coffee shop?" Hoseok asked. Changkyun sighed, wishing Hoseok had assumed it was the pretty cute barista from the coffee shop they frequented together. He cursed his legs mentally for being unable to carry him away.

"Jooheon's Jungmin, our Jungmin. That's why we can't just work around this. They're always together, and Jungmin has always been with us. I just have to get over my stupid feelings and it will be done!" Changkyun frowned.

"You know it doesn't work that way," Hoseok said sadly, "Once the flowers show up, it's finished. You'll never forget your feelings."

"It has to work," Changkyun said. He flushed the toilet and they walk back to the dinner table, pretending nothing ever happened.

It was later that night as they lay down to sleep in Changkyun’s apartment that he finally had to say everything he had ever felt about Jungmin. Hoseok had insisted on staying the night, whining in the restaurant about how Changkyun "didn't care" about him anymore and that they were "drifting apart" as they waited for the check. Minhyuk had laughed, arguing that they had ran off to the bathroom to gossip seconds ago and Hoseok had loudly protested that Changkyun was just taking a dump. As Jungmin laughed, Changkyun felt his stomach stir and began to worry again. Luckily Hoseok noticed Changkyun’s abrupt change in mood and insisted to everyone to leave the check to him. The table cleared instantaneously as everyone rushed away before he could have a chance to go back on his word. Changkyun thanked him as the last of their friends scurried away and Hoseok just smiled at him sadly.

Hoseok had lain next to him in bed, turned to look at him. Changkyun faced the ceiling; it was easier to talk about it when he didn't have to make eye contact with the older boy. His hands shook beneath the covers, clinging desperately to the sheets as his breaths came out ragged and shaky. He mentally cursed the full moon for illuminating the room so brightly, wishing Hoseok couldn’t see him at all.

"When did you know you loved Jungmin?" Hoseok asked softly. Changkyun assumed Hoseok was speaking so quietly because he thought Changkyun would break. As if with the sound of his usual, booming voice Changkyun would shatter like broken glass and that would be the end of him. He decided he was only being too dramatic. He took a deep breath before explaining as quickly as he could.

"I guess I always loved Jungmin. I mean, Jooheon, Jungmin, and I were friends since preschool. We have a lot of memories together, and Jungmin was my first kiss. I figured it was normal to feel so attached to your childhood friends. I didn't know exactly what I felt until they were dating. My feelings never changed, I just became aware, you know? It's like I realized that it was love, not just attachment," Changkyun sighed. He tore his hands from the bedsheets and picked at the skin around his fingernails instead, the high pitched noise of his nails against the sheets irritating him.

"Did the flowers show up when Jooheon told us they were dating?"

"No, it started later. I guess I didn't let it hit me entirely until, well, you know. I've told you this."

"Remind me. It helps to talk about it more. You also told me without a lot of details, so I want to be able to help you with all of the facts set straight," Hoseok mumbled. Changkyun looked at him from the corner of his eye, surprised that Hoseok was so serious. The older boy focused on him, eyes seeming to pierce through the dark straight into his soul.

"The day Jooheon bought the promise rings. You know, the fancy matching ones he got custom made. He bragged and bragged to me and I knew I was feeling weird but I didn't even excuse myself. I figured that if I got up and left, he’d know how I feel and he would hate me for it. The vomit came first, and I threw up on his lap. Then I ran to the restroom and threw up normally for a bit and then the petals came. Why is it the first time there's only a few but as time passes there's only petals?"

"I remember Jooheon crying because you had thrown up on him, but we figured it was that stomach illness that Kihyun had. Kihyun made a valid point too. You had shared a cup when he was sick and everyone agreed that you were sick. I wish I had at least checked with you. Then you wouldn't have had to suffer alone for those 3 months," Hoseok pouted, "Also, it's like that for everyone. The first time is a few petals, barely enough to notice. As time passes your feelings become insufferable, so the petals become more abundant. At least that's what I've heard."

"No one has ever gotten rid of them by themselves?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"I guess I'll be the first."

"You will," Hoseok smiled sadly, reaching over and brushing his fingers through Changkyun's hair as his voice began cracking. He placed his hand over the younger boy's eyes as the tears fell, whispering quiet assurances of "you're okay" and "it's okay to let it out" among others. It was when Changkyun started coughing that Hoseok got out of bed and led him to the bathroom. As Changkyun expelled the physical embodiment of his suffering, Hoseok sat behind him patting his back. Changkyun cried as the last petals fell, his stomach slowly growing heavy again.

"You know, it's best to sleep on your side. You can have dreams and wake up inhaling the petals. Some people haven't woken up at all and have died that way," Hoseok warned.

"Are you speaking out of experience?"

"I haven't died before so no," Hoseok joked, Changkyun turning around to punch him lightly. "In actuality, yes. Flower petals are a bitch to inhale and they're a bitch to exhale. You have to get them out of your lungs but that's easier said than done. It takes a lot of heavy exhaling and hacking that leaves you light headed. Some people have to get help from doctors."

"Who is it?" Changkyun asked suddenly.

"Hm, I forgot," Hoseok cackled. Changkyun punched him harder this time, turning back to face the toilet bowl as he started gagging. As he started expelling petals again, Hoseok finally spoke.

"It would be best I don't say who. For you and for me. I'm here to take care of you, not to fight you for who gets first dibs on the toilet bowl," Hoseok answered, joking gently and patting Changkyun's back once more. Changkyun pretended he didn't hear the slight quiver in Hoseok’s voice. As Changkyun's stomach completely emptied once more, he sighed in relief when his stomach didn't immediately start to grow heavy again, pushing himself to his feet and flushing the toilet. Hoseok sat on the floor, reaching up and grabbing Changkyun's hand to pull himself up. They returned to bed, Changkyun turning his back to Hoseok and Hoseok faced the ceiling.

"Goodnight," Changkyun said, just wanting the day to end.

"Goodnight," Hoseok replied softly. Changkyun felt a wave of sympathy wash over him as he felt Hoseok turn onto his side, now knowing the meaning behind the seemingly simple motion.

The next morning, Changkyun woke to the sound of Hoseok retching. He shot up in bed, quickly rushing to the bathroom to Hoseok's side. The sight of Hoseok sat on the tile floor while clinging to the toilet bowl weakly tore at Changkyun's heart. Hoseok was always so strong, always helping him and comforting him. It broke his heart to see the one person he felt was the strongest in such a position. He sat behind Hoseok, similarly to how Hoseok had sat behind him the night before and pat his back gently. As time passed, Hoseok finally finished purging the flowers from his system. He turned from the toilet bowl, reaching for toilet paper and wiping as his mouth gently. Changkyun gulped, tears pricking his eyes as he processed the dark red staining the paper.

"What does this mean?" he asked hoarsely. His blood felt like ice in his veins and his heart hammered wildly. He took a deep breath, his chest feeling tight. Hoseok held his hand up in signal to wait as he spit a glob of blood out into the toilet.

"I woke up on my back. I had inhaled too many petals so this is because of that. I'm not dying Changkyun. This happens sometimes and it's okay because I didn't die. I could have suffocated but I didn't. So I always look at this as a positive thing. Don't worry, I'm fine," Hoseok smiled gently as he finished talking. He stared at the petals in the toilet before flushing and standing up. Changkyun stared in confusion as he glanced at the swirling petals, meeting Hoseok's eyes quickly. Hoseok bit his lip and turned his head to the floor, swallowing quickly.

"There are two types of lilies," Changkyun stated simply. Hoseok nodded. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead, eyes red and puffy. Changkyun felt his heart twist in his chest, finally processing that no one is strong all of the time.

"There are two types of lilies," Hoseok confirms.

"That means there are two people?" Changkyun asked. Hoseok nodded, running his hands over his face. He brushed his fingers through his hair, refusing to meet Changkyun's eyes.

"I don't want to talk about this right now," Hoseok said, "I'm here to help you. Not to talk about me. It's been years, I've gotten over it. There's nothing I can do but live with this."

"Have you ever talked about it or do you just avoid it like you're doing right now?" Changkyun’s words left his mouth before he could process what he was saying. As soon as the last word fell from his lips, his mind churned with regret. Why did he feel the need to push Hoseok to speak? Before he could even think of how to apologize, Hoseok snaps.

"Changkyun, stop."

Changkyun turned his head to the floor, muttering an apology before heading to the kitchen. The harsh tone Hoseok used replayed in his head like a broken record. He wandered around the small kitchen for a few seconds, lost in his thoughts. He sighed as he began making coffee, hands shaking slightly. He bit the inside of his cheek, regretting pushing Hoseok to talk. He leaned against the counter as he waited for the coffee to brew, mind swirling and eyes prickling with tears. He stared at the miniscule dinner table, the two chairs tucked in neatly. His happy plan of breakfast and video games useless. He created a situation where there was no simple happiness and he felt like he ruined their entire friendship. He decided he was being melodramatic and that he should apologize to Hoseok over coffee. Before the coffee even finished brewing, reconciliation came knocking.

"Hey, sorry for snapping at you," Hoseok's voice called weakly from the living room. Changkyun wiped his eyes quickly before turning and walking to where Hoseok was. The mess of Changkyun’s shoes sat in a pile by the door, Hoseok’ placed neatly beside the pile. On the arm of the couch laid Hoseok’s jacket, his apartment keys dangling from the pocket. Hoseok sat beside his jacket on the couch, elbows on his knees with his face in his hands. Changkyun found himself picking at his fingernails again, anxious to make up.

"It's not your fault, I was pushing you to talk and I shouldn't have."

"No, you were right. I don't talk about it. I avoid it. I never told anyone about it."

"Hoseok, it's fine."

"No. I need to talk about it," Hoseok whimpered, face still buried in his hands. His shoulders shook with every word, tears choking up his voice. Changkyun kneeled in front of him, stroking his hair gently.

"Take your time," Changkyun murmured, Hoseok taking ragged breaths before beginning. With a shaky exhale, he began softly.

“I guess I need to explain a lot. More than just who it is, it’s who they were to me. I don't think I will be able to explain everything though. I don't think I can handle that today. Forgive me,” Hoseok began, voice cracking between sniffles. Changkyun kept running his fingers through Hoseok’s hair gently, hoping to comfort him in some shape or form. He held his tongue to assure his curiosity wouldn’t cross a line, and Hoseok continued. “We were the best of friends through thick and thin. We started as childhood friends and it always felt as if we were closer than the other kids. When I was in my third year of college when we finally started dating. We dated for two years and talked about living our lives together and our plans for our future. He was sweet and perfect and everything was going great. We had only lived together for three months when he started growing distant and a month after that the flowers started appearing. I hid them from him for the longest time. I was afraid that if he knew, he would realize that he didn’t really love me anymore. That would be the end. So I kept it a secret and hoped I could make him fall back in love with me. I tried everything but he didn’t seem to care anymore. He had started to say we were better as friends, that maybe things were better the way they used to be. One day he came home and found me purging the petals. He grabbed his stuff and left as if that’s what he was waiting for. It was like he wanted to see flowers to assure himself that he truly didn’t love me anymore. He sent me their wedding invitation a year later. The tiger lily is for him. Confidence. I’m not sure what the fuck that means but I’ve been told the flowers reflect on either you or the object of your affections.”

“Tiger lily,” Changkyun hummed quietly to himself, standing to lead Hoseok to the restroom at the sound of him gagging. He sat beside the older boy as the petals spilled from his mouth, the orange of the mass of tiger lilies dominating the white of the others. Once he finished, Hoseok leaned his head over to Changkyun, resting on his shoulder. The silence was filled with Hoseok’s ragged breaths before he continued.

“The other was a co-worker at the record shop I worked at. They knew of all of this and were helping me heal at the time. I fell so hard and so fast that I didn’t know I was even in love with them. That is, until the day I had a breakdown and called them in the middle of a date I had no idea they were on. They ended up showing up at my apartment later that night after their date but by then I had passed out. It just… broke my will and I went to bed that night knowing the risks and woke up in the hospital with them clutching my hand and apologizing the whole time. I had inhaled too many flowers and they had found me struggling to breathe in my sleep. The doctor told them I had two types of flowers and they somehow just knew the other was because of them. They apologized and stayed with me until I fell asleep. I never saw them again. Hell, I don’t even know where they went. That’s where I met Hyungwon. It was his second night as an ER intern and he had to help with emptying my lungs. When I woke up he was the one to tell me that my coworker said goodbye. He stayed with me and helped me heal and we stayed in touch. I trusted him so much I introduced him to all of you and here we are now.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Changkyun gulped. He felt his eyes well with tears at the thought of how long this had been going on. Hyungwon had been introduced into their friend group two years ago, sleepy-eyed and grinning. Hoseok had introduced the dorky boy with a smile, claiming Hyungwon had saved his life when he was hospitalized for a severe case of the flu. Changkyun remembered Hoseok wrapped up in his scarf with a face mask on and how hoarse his voice was for a couple of weeks. It all made sense suddenly and he felt tears well in his eyes.

Hoseok hung his head, turning to the toilet and leaning over it silently, waiting with tears in his eyes. He sat there for a solid minute before the retching began. Changkyun stood up with a soft ‘I’ll be back’ as he rushed to the couch to rummage through Hoseok’s jacket pocket for the honey candies. He returned with a handful, offering them to the now empty Hoseok who accepted with a sad smile.

“White lilies represent humility,” Hoseok said gently, popping two candies into his mouth and tucking one into each of his cheeks.

“Cute,” Changkyun reached out and pinched the older boy’s cheek, smiling sadly and pulling away.

“Can we have some ramen for breakfast?” Hoseok asked.

“No way, you freak.” Changkyun laughed, standing and pulling Hoseok up with him.

“It feels good on a sore throat,” Hoseok whined, jamming his shoulder into the giggling boy.

“Whatever,” Changkyun teased, rushing to fulfill the request.

“What do delphinium mean?” Changkyun asked Hoseok at work a week later. Curiosity had been eating him up since Hoseok had told him the flowers could possibly represent someone. Hoseok looked up from his arrangement, biting his lip as he fidgeted with the ribbon spool.

“Infinite possibility if I remember correctly,” Hoseok said reluctantly. Changkyun raised an eyebrow, causing Hoseok to shrug with a “Hell if I know what it means to you.”

Changkyun leaned over the counter, having happily offered to help Hoseok out with the shop for the day since his boss would be out for the week and his coworker he was supposed to share the shift with called in sick. The shop was homely and warm, the flowers bloomed beautifully. The windows of the shop took up the entire wall that faced the street and were decorated with live flowers. The flowers were arranged just so, the colors and shapes set up beautifully. The ceiling of the shop had exposed beams with rows and rows of plants hanging from them. Changkyun wondered if Hyungwon would hit his head on a hanging pot if he walked in. The shop also had cute tables and benches for customers to wait comfortably, and the coffee shop next door shared the open patio for customers to relax in. Hoseok took pride in showing Changkyun the decorated patio that he did all on his own. While the shop was beautiful and quaint, the flowers all released their unique scents in the small space. Changkyun didn’t realize just how strong the scent of flowers was in the shop when he had volunteered and the once pleasant smell was suddenly overwhelming to the point of a headache. Regret seeped from every pore to the point that Hoseok had offered for him to just leave but Changkyun made a promise and he was going to keep it dammit. As Changkyun sulked on the stool with his head resting on the counter, he watched Hoseok work. Hoseok huffed for the billionth time and rearranged the floral arrangement within the vase before pulling them all out to start again.

“Changkyun, what’s missing from this?” he whined, gathering the flowers and holding them out.

“I don’t know? A flower?” Changkyun scoffed, laughing when the older boy reached out to punch his shoulder. “Fine, fine, try yellow chrysanthemums.”

“You said no to those earlier,” Hoseok growled. He tossed the spool of ribbon before adding the flowers and positioning them just so within the arrangement. “There, it looks great!”

“Yeah, yeah, but when do you ever get customers?”

“Around lunchtime is when we get the most customers but most are either online or over the phone. Our usual customers are business owners and real estate agents who buy in bulk. Not many people buy flowers for the hell of it anymore,” Hoseok sighed right as the door chimed with the arrival of a customer. Changkyun perked up from his slouched position, plastering on a welcoming smile.

“Welcome,” Changkyun called out happily before tossing the spool of ribbon teasingly, “Oh it’s only you.”

“Shut up, I’m a paying customer brat,” Jooheon scowled, bending over to pick up the fallen ribbon. The brim of his cap covered his face as he bent over but Changkyun knew he was smiling widely.

“Place an order then,” Hoseok sighed as he placed the vase by the other displays. He quickly pulled a pen and notepad from his canvas apron, waiting patiently as Jooheon pulled out his phone.

“Yeah, I don’t know names but these are Jungmin’s favorite flowers,” Jooheon smiled, holding out a picture on his phone.

“Red dahlias, okay. Do you want a vase or a normal bouquet?” Hoseok said quickly. His demeanor changed and all he focused on was rushing to get Jooheon out of the store as Changkyun’s face paled.

“What’s more romantic?” Jooheon grinned, resting his elbows on the counter. He bat his eyelashes cutely and flashed his dimples. Hoseok tried not to cringe at how lovesick Jooheon was. Changkyun’s hand rested on his knee, knuckles turning white as he gripped at his jeans.

“Bouquets, Jungmin likes bouquets,” Changkyun spat out quickly before rushing to the restroom.

“He has to shit, he’s had the runs all day,” Changkyun barely heard Hoseok fib, Jooheon cackling as he easily believed the excuse. Changkyun hid in the staff bathroom for what felt like hours heaving until Hoseok came to tell him that Jooheon had gone. With a gentle pat on the back and a candy from his pocket, Hoseok had easily comforted him and they returned to their previous engagement.

“Stop doing that,” Hoseok snapped suddenly, pointing his finger at Changkyun. He fought the smile that threatened to spread across his face as Changkyun’s face warped with surprise. He couldn’t help but find the younger boy adorable when he was confused.

“What?”

“Clicking the candy against your teeth, it’s annoying.”

“Like this?” Changkyun’s expression changed from confusion to mischievous in a split second, the clicking of the candy growing louder exponentially.

“STOP!”

“When did you two get so close?” Minhyuk inquired, a devious smile on his face. Kihyun nodded, leaning on the table awaiting their answer. Since three weeks ago, duh. You already know this but you just want details about why. Changkyun fought the urge to quip back, instead shrugging and teasing back.

“When he started buying me food and someone else didn’t,” Changkyun teased.

“Yeah, you’ll stay close with him. I’m not spending my money on you,” Kihyun sneered playfully. The noisiness of the table didn’t seem to bother anyone else in the bustling burger joint. Hyunwoo silently listened to each of the conversations at the table, dropping one to listen in on another. Hyungwon, however, was viciously fighting off sleep as he chewed lazily. Changkyun fought to keep in his laughter every time he glanced at the always exhausted ER resident. He preferred to laugh at Hyungwon dozing off as he chewed instead of focusing on the happy couple a few seats down. It kept his food down and his stomach from filling too quickly with flowers. Kihyun and Minhyuk sat next to each other across from Hyungwon and Hyunwoo, laughing loudly at Hyungwon’s mid-meal nap. Hoseok sat across from Changkyun, munching happily on his fries and dipping them into Changkyun’s milkshake. Changkyun smiled at Hoseok’s full cheeks as he ate, mentally comparing him to a chipmunk.

“How’s work, Hoseok?” Kihyun asked suddenly. Minhyuk listened intently and Changkyun knew something was up. The two of them would only ever gang up in conversations if they wanted information, and Changkyun figured they wanted an answer to their previous question.

“Pretty good. There have been more orders lately in preparation for Valentine’s day, but other than that it’s been normal,” Hoseok said simply. Changkyun groaned internally at the older boy’s easygoing manner. He obviously didn’t have any suspicion as to why they were suddenly asking about work.

"I heard Changkyun has been helping you out. Is the shop going to hire him?" Minhyuk butted in. Changkyun suppressed the urge to stab him in the leg with his fork. As much as he loved his friends, they could get extremely nosy. They wouldn't band together to simply get information for the two of them, but to inform the whole friend group. It got annoying quickly and often led to petty arguments.

"Yeah, they actually really like his help and organization. He's really good at caring for the plants growing on the roof. The owner just offered him a full time position," Hoseok explained with a full mouth. Kihyun rolled his eyes at the messy sounds of chewing as the older boy spoke.

"Next time finish chewing before you talk. The way food falls out while you babble is so gross," Kihyun groaned, "Changkyun, are you going to work with Hoseok? You'll make more money there than you're currently making working at both the convenience store and internet cafe."

Changkyun rolled his eyes before answering, "I'm taking the job but will still work sometimes at the internet cafe. The lady who owns it usually needs help with late night shifts on the weekends. It's really busy then and usually the younger workers don't want to work those shifts."

"That's really nice of you," Minhyuk says quickly, a genuine look of surprise crossing his features. "I'm happy that you're getting a better job. I remember you mentioning that you were looking for a full time job."

Before Changkyun could reply, the attention of the entire table turned to him.

"Oh, you found a job Changkyun?" Jungmin called from the end of the table. Hoseok started shifting in his seat slightly, pushing the rest of his fries around on his plate. Minhyuk turned his gaze to Hoseok, a slightly concerned look crossing his face. The rest of the table waited for Changkyun's reply as he swallowed roughly. His stomach stirred instantly, the sound of Jungmin's voice sending shivers down his spine. The way Jooheon's arm rested around Jungmin's waist made Changkyun's breath catch in his throat. The second Changkyun’s mind would begin to admire Jungmin, the sight of Jooheon was always a harsh reminder that he had no chance. More than not having a chance, he had a feeling of deep shame. Jungmin was dating Jooheon, his best friend. It felt shameful and almost like he was betraying Jooheon’s trust.

"Yeah, Hoseok's boss offered me a job last week. The person who usually shares shifts with Hoseok quit so I'll be working the same shifts as him," Changkyun explained. Jungmin smiled happily, responding with how happy they were for him before nudging Jooheon gently. Changkyun felt his heart wrench at how Jungmin's smile widened as they met eyes with Jooheon. His stomach grew heavier as Jooheon took their hand in his, intertwining both of their fingers before clearing his throat slightly.

"Speaking of job offers," he started, Jungmin giggling as he paused, "I've been offered a job with a label.. They want me as a producer and composer and want me to work for them at their Busan branch to work with their trainees." As soon as he ended his sentence the table burst out in congratulations. Amidst their cheering, Hoseok stood from his seat abruptly and rushed to the bathroom. Minhyuk turned to Changkyun, both exchanging looks of confusion. The rest at the table continued with their conversation with Jooheon, discussing details and plans. At the mention of Jooheon and Jungmin moving in together, Changkyun felt as if he would burst right then and there. At that very moment, Hoseok stood by his seat, clutching his stomach.

"Hey, Changkyun, could you take me home?" Hoseok whined. The conversation halted, focus suddenly on Hoseok.

"What's wrong?" Kihyun asked worried. Hoseok pointed at his leftovers which consisted of only a small pile of fries. His two empty burger wrappers and two fry containers littered his spot, his milkshake sucked dry.

"I ate a really big lunch and ate too much just now, I feel sick. I threw up so I'm gonna go," he answered, tossing his car keys to Changkyun. Changkyun stood, exchanging goodbyes quickly as Hoseok hurried off towards the exit.

"Text me if he's still sick in the morning, I'll drop off some medicine and food," Kihyun called after Changkyun, the rest of the table returning to their busy chatter. Changkyun rushed outside and into the driver's seat. As soon as the car had pulled out of the parking lot, Hoseok released his stomach and turned up the radio.

"My place please, Mr. Chauffeur," Hoseok grinned, leaning his seat back and crossing his arms behind his head.

"You were faking it?"

"Yeah, of course. Jooheon had already told me so I knew where the conversation was headed. I had a plan before we even showed up. If I noticed you weren't taking the conversation well, I was gonna get you out of there and that I did," Hoseok said simply, closing his eyes to enjoy the music.

"Thank you," Changkyun said softly. Hoseok opened his eye to glance at him before closing it once again.

"It's nothing really," Hoseok answered. A few minutes passed by in comfortable silence before he spoke again. "I also wanted to be able to talk to you one-on-one and ask you something."

"Well, fire away."

"Have you ever thought about, you know, getting the memory wipe?" Hoseok's arms shifted to cross over his chest as he spoke. His features shifted from relaxed to thinking. He chewed on his lip, waiting patiently for a response.

"Well, I have but I don't know much about it. No one really talks about these things, you know?”

"Yeah, I get you. The wipe is a permanent solution though. Basically, they sedate you and it's almost like hypnosis. They first get your mind to go through every single moment you're supposed to forget and then start erasing it all. During the procedure, they make sure you're getting rid of the flowers safely. Reliving the memories causes the flowers to appear in abundance and it really takes a toll on your stomach and throat. After it's all done they put you into a medicated coma for a week or so to let your brain form the connections it's lost, along with letting your throat heal, and then you're released. Some people have no choice but to get the memory wipe. They inhale too many petals and have to go into surgery to remove them, and then they get the memory wipe. That's rare though, they don't see too many of those. At least that's what I'm told."

"That doesn't sound too scary," Changkyun mumbled, turning onto the street Hoseok lived on. As he pulled into Hoseok's usual parking space, the older boy turned to him with a serious look on his face.

"Listen, if Jooheon takes that job, I think it'd be the perfect time for you to get it done. That's only if you want to though, I'm just giving you an option."

"I'll think about it," Changkyun groaned, stepping out of the car and heading into the apartment complex. Hoseok rushed out, scrambling behind him.

"You don't have to, just remember that," Hoseok pouted, trying to take the keys. Changkyun pulled them away, a teasing smile on his face. Hoseok’s pout grew as he tried to snatch them away quickly and failed every attempt.

#monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #mosnta x fanfic #monsta x #im changkyun #lee jooheon #shin hoseok #mine #angst #hanahaki au #ns*#series

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Should Something Happen To Me, These Videos Will Reveal The Truth

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 6260

Prompt: (Dialouge prompt) “Stop filming me, moron! ”

A/N: This is for week 7 of the Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge brought to us every week by our very own @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. What I did for this one is I took a little bit from season 1 episode 17 AND season 4 episode 1 but once more put my own twist to this… you will all see why, if you like this one give it some love and once more I apoligize for any grammer or spelling errors in here.

Plot: imagine living in Houston Texas, you always thought you were normal till one day you woke to a loud banging at the door and the commotion and officers explaining that your father had been killed. You are going through his stuff in his office when you happen upon his video files on his computer. They reveal the true secrets of your family… but they also reveal who your father had always intended for you to marry….

part 2

Never in a million years had you ever thought today would come, you were broken you felt as though your life was now a lie. You felt like you couldn’t function, you had every right to feel this way, you had just lost your only family.

You had finally found the courage to go in to your dads office, a place which still smelled of him and his everyday work was still scattered throughout the bookcases and the desk and the floor.

You and him had made an agreement that when the time came you would be the only one to go through this room to file everything and continue on in the business. Now this day had come up till this point you had no knowledge of what the business was till today.

Some people would have taken more time to morn and others would have just left it alone and burned down their house but you were curious you always were. Your dad had been so secretive and he would bring you back something cool from every place he went to do business.

You had book case upon book case of stuff you brought into the room with you some filing cabinets and a ton of folders. Your dad wasn’t organized in the way you thought he would be but you were going to change how this office looked and you were gonna do things differently.

You started in the corner grabbing stack after stack and slowly moving a few piles into the living room where you happily sorted everything alphabetically and numerically. You found this to be very relaxing and you were the only one who in all the years he lived could fully read his writing.

One day about a month later you could finally walk into the room without tripping over any stacks of papers. You could finally finish sorting all the pages you did the book cases and then it came to the desk. You found his laptop, a few flash drives labelled VIDEOS, FILES, CASES & CREATURES.

You weren’t sure yet what to make of them, you then found a envelope with Y/N on it, you knew whatever it would tell you, you knew it was gonna be hella shocking for you. You opened the envelope after nicely stacking the papers still needing to be filed as you sat back in the chair and you read the letter,

“my dearest daughter by the time you find this you have probably gone through most of this office and organized and filed everything. Im so sorry you have to carry on without me but I know you will do fine. A couple things you need to know before you carry on my work:

1) You are betrothed to a nice young man one whose father has worked with me for years but sadly when he passed a few years ago his sons dropped off the map sort of, there was a moment a few years ago where he had spotted you with me and he told me he was truly honored to be your betrothed. This young mans name is Dean Winchetser, his father was John Winchester his brother is Sam Winchester. That family has helped us on more than one occasion. You were only 15 that year was the only time you had ever met Dean but that moment was when me and John had betrothed the both of you, by now Dean would have gotten Johns letter about you, by now he would be trying to track you down. Do what makes you happy sweetheart, and stay safe.

2) The business it comes with a life full of trouble, you would always tell me to stay safe and I tried to most of the time trouble would find me. This life I led was one that is commonly known as hunting… its how I met John and his boys, its how I met bobby singer, but its more importantly how I kept you safe. On the desk somewhere under all the papers which im sure you cleared and stacked nicely would have been 4 flash drives the labels may scare you a bit but that’s my journal. Every hunter should keep a journal our family has many secrets. I knew that one day I wouldn’t be around and it would all fall upon your shoulders. I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to do it alone. I knew I was gonna keep you safe and out of the life for as long as possible but now your in.

3) The drive labeled VIDEOS are some cases where I had to torture ccreatures and its also some surveillance footage from some of the cases I worked on and some videos of that day when you and dean met. The connection was there and if you watch them I know you will understand why I betrothed you to him. The video labeled CASES contained a record of cases ive worked and cases that I was working on before I passed, the video files are labeled according to their assisting case documents scatter through the room that’s why they have lettered numbers on them. Its to know what case is what.

Everything you will need is already packed for you, I have a sister you have never met her, but she will take over looking after the house when your ready to leave all you would need to do is make sure you bring the important stuff with you, she knows about the life and she is a hunter herself but that doesn’t mean I want her to see how much trouble her big brother has gotten into over the years. Im so sorry about all of this pumpkin but when your ready go, find dean and live your life and do me a favor: kill every single supernatural son of a bitch that could hurt an innocent person.

This business is all about family its about protecting those that you love. I am leaving you a number for Dean give him a call when your ready he will come and help you move with him and his brother into Bobby Singers place. Oh and honey don’t worry your old man loves you very much and is in a better place.

Dean Winchester 1-866-907-3235

P.S. in my closet in my bedroom is all my weapons and stuff like that. Take only what you want to take im sure the Winchesters will have quite the arsenal.

All my love now and forever,

Dad”

At that moment you could barely keep your tears from spilling out. You felt them fall from your face, you heard them hit the pages, you could taste the salt, you made sure to put dean in your contacts once you were sure you were done crying.

Your heart shattered bagging up the laptop and the drives putting them someplace safe as you filed the rest of the pages. You then looked in the envelope and you saw a photo of the day you met dean you saw the look in your eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat.

You decided to give the number a call in the morning and from there decide what you wanted to do. Of course you had to learn more about the business, hunting and such was now apart of your life. You knew you were gonna change a lot and you were just about ready to welcome them with open arms.

You knew that whatever was gonna happen, it wasn’t gonna get worse over night. You decided that insead of waiting till morning you would call right then and apoligize profusely for calling at this hour.

You punched the number into your cell, and hit dial, being relieved to hear the connecting tone you took in a deep breath exhaling it when a husky male voice answered, “hello…” you sighed,

“my name is Y/F&L/N, my dad was friends with your dad and well my dad just passed. He told me in a letter to call you when I was ready to move on from my current life. Well I know about hunting now, and…”

Well in a few seconds after your last word you heard him clear his throat and say, “Y/N my name is Dean I remember you now the spunky Y/H/C did your dad also tell you about the betrothal? Is that why your calling?”

You sniffled and sighed, “that’s the main reason yes but I also need some help some normal help and obviously I have some questions and such… I make a mean banana cream pie…”

You heard him chuckle and it made your heart beat a little faster as he said, “ill come either way but the pie is a bonus. My brother and I can be there in the fortnight, this number is your cell I assume?”

You took a moment to compose your thoughts as you said, “yes it is and I assume that you also will have questions of your own?” you smiled then for the first time in weeks since your dads passing and it made you happy.

“of course I do sweetheart, my father also left me your home address, we will be there as soon as possible…” he said so calmly his voice so deep it made your heart melt, you knew that when he got there that would be the start of your new life.

This was the moment that started your calm, this was your calm before the storm. You shut the light off in the office and went to the couch falling asleep watching Netflix. You knew that within the fortnight your betrothed would show up on your doorstep.

As you woke the next morning you showered got dressed and started on the pie and while making pie you had the laptop playing some of those video files, you wanted to see what kind of business this was, you wanted to know more.

As you watched the files you started to figure it out, everything from legend to fantasy to magic and etc was real… all of it was, and you saw everything on vampires by the time there was a knock on your front door and you saw 2 men standing outside the door.

“Dean and Sam Winchester I presume?” you asked with a polite tone as the light brown haired man answered, “Y/N I’m Dean umm may we come… OMG Y/N I hope this isn’t going overboard but you look even more beautiful than when we were 15 and spending time running around and having a blast.”

He said running his fingers thru his hair, as the taller man said, “I’m Sam Y/N forgive my brother but I believe what he meant to say was may we come inside?” you nodded and moved to allow them inside, as they entered and took off their shoes you smiled as you moved the laptop off the table and said, “can I get you guys something to drink some soda or beer or anything?” you asked knowing you were hot and bothered by seeing dean right now.

Sam then replied, “a cola for me please…” as dean said, “ill have whatever your having sweetheart…” you could only smile at that as you said, “coming right up… I also made banana cream pie…would either of you like a piece?”

Dean nodded his head and smiled as sam said, “we will have a piece each thank you..” Sam nudged his brother and before you knew it Dean was in the kitchen behind you, “do you need help?”

You turned to him and smiled, “of course umm can you go into the fridge and grab a cola and 2 beers… I hope you drink Corona… I mean…” and just before you could ramble again he stopped you, “sweetheart id be a fool not to know that Corona is the best beer out there…”

That was it he had closed the gap between you 2 and was now standing close enough that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. You turned around slowly meeting his green eyes with Y/E/C you felt something spark right there and you didn’t realize it at that moment but he was already in love with you just as much as you were with him.

“Dean I found us a case its actually not that far from here… I assume we are taking Y/N back with us?” you felt dean slide his hands around your waist, you couldn’t help but feel safe. But then his lips met yours fiercely in a passionate kiss…

That’s when Sam of course peeked in and decided to back out and go back to the research on the case. You and dean pulled back a while later and found you couldn’t stop smiling. You both walked back out with pie and drinks placing them down on the table as you smiled, “so you said you found a case…”

You said taking a look at the laptop before running to grab yours and the appropriate flash drive. Turning it on you pulled up the case file your dad had compiled on it. “this thing this whatever it is killed my father this was the last open case he was working on when he passed. Its my turn to take the mantle.”

They looked at you and dean placed his hand on the small of your back now realizing this you had to know where he kept his tools and weapons and stuff… then you remembered his letter, that last line. You took deans hand and said,

“would you boys come upstairs with me for a moment umm my dad kept his weapons and everything in his closet.”

Dean and Sam got up and helped you up following you upstairs you led the way to your fathers room.

“I haven’t cleaned or packed in here at all I did the office first cause that’s what I was supposed to do. But being in here just brings back memories that I don’t want. I mean there isn’t anything we can do except go and find the weapons…”

At that moment your phone rang, you didn’t even look at the caller ID you answered it and heard a female voice say,

“hey Y/N its your aunt Gwen look I know your father died and I am sure by now you have seen all the files and cases and videos and I assume that sweet 67 Chevy Impala in the driveway belongs to those Winchester Boys.”

You ran downstairs and opened the door hanging up your phone and running straight into the arms of your aunt. The boys waited idly by and let you have your moment. Gwen looked you over and smiled,

“baby girl I haven’t seen you in years but there isn’t gonna be anymore secrets I mean this is gonna be such a change I mean you will come back and visit but I know you need to go with these Winchesters and live your own life within the life, I mean shall we all move inside so I can show you exactly where in your fathers closet all his weapons and stuff are.”

Sam and Dean took a look at your aunt and dean said,

“its very nice to meet you Gwen, your niece is something of a rare beauty and i’m honored to ask you for your blessing to have her come live with me and my brother and our uncle bobby we will take real good care of her as per to our fathers arrangement i’m sure he told you about it...”

Dean said to your aunt as he came up behind you and shoke her hand as your aunt said,

“of course but first I would like to show both of you something that I think you will both be very interested in…”

You Dean & Sam followed Gwen into the house and back into your fathers room,

“Y/N your father kept records of everything and the day he met John Winchester I was there. I had suggested they make a box a joint box full of tips tricks and a agreement which both of you had signed when you met that summer. The last day you were together your fathers sat both of you down and had you sign this…”

She pulled out a box with an agreement to betrothal sitting on top with yours and deans signatures on it. You smiled and dean took it and read it briefly before placing it back down. “so this means what we are supposed to get married now??? Or what does it mean???”

Dean had asked as Gwen said,

“it means that as of right now you guys are technically a couple but when it comes time to get married only immediate family shall be present due to the whole legal factor of your fathers copied this from the bureau of legal documents. This document is a replica of a actual betrothal agreement. But its still legal non the less. You guys are free to adhere to your fathers requests and keep hunting. That’s the big thing. Keep living in the life. But don’t ever tell anyone how you guys came to be never give that information away for it could mean your fathers died protecting this secret for nothing. I mean your fathers swore on that day as well that they wouldn’t let anyone tear you apart from eachother so when you signed the document, it was sealed with your fathers signing in their own blood… it was a blood pact they had made to agree to take this secret to their graves… as you both must take this with you guys but hide it away where only you guys know about it and its truth. Oh and that trunk in the closet is where your dad kept his arsenal the lock is biometric its already coded for your DNA Y/N…”

You walked up to the trunk and stuck your thumb on the pad and it unlocked you opened it to reveal a nice looking arsenal of weapons and books and such as you said,

“so this is what dad would be doing in here this is what he kept from me… he lied to me all this time he lied and kept this from me… why would he do this to me…”

Gwen looked at you and smiled,

“he was trying to let you be normal for a while. He wanted to keep you safe for as long as he could… now pack what you need and ill send the rest of the stuff over to Bobby’s as soon as I can. Or ill bring it up myself its been years since i’ve seen bobby singer. But take the box the drives the laptop and whatever else you need Y/N I love you so much… and don’t worry ill take care of the house…”

You Dean and Sam a few hours later had loaded what you could into the back seat and the trunk of the impala. And you gave Aunt Gwen one more big hug,

“see you soon auntie and thank you so much for stepping in to take this pedastel let us know if you want us to take any cases or anything. We are going to finish the one that dad was doing when he died...”

You could see the worry in your aunts eyes as she said, “pumpkin its too dangerous to do that one… I mean you are still new at this…” that’s when you said,

“but I feel like I owe it to dad for all he did for me… I feel like I owe him this much…plus I have 2 great men with me who can i’m sure help me know what i’m doing… plus one of them is really moi caliente…”

You said with a giggle fanning yourself as you backed up into Dean’s arms as you sniffled and your aunt said, “you boys take care of her now… I don’t want her ending up like her father so soon…” both Sam and Dean nodded and you all got into the impala and drove into the distance going towards your first ever case.

~ 4 hours & 9 minutes later~

You all arrived in Richardson, TX you knew that you and dean had a lot to talk about but first it was hotel room time… you all had arrived at night and figured book a room to sleep after the job and you guys went in and you sat on the bed and dean came up beside you, “you ok…”

You shoke your head and he opened his arms and pulled you back on the bed as you cried and eventually you relaxed and fell asleep in deans arms as sam looked at you guys and said,

“dean maybe you should ya know marry her… I mean this life is only gonna get worse and we don’t know when we are gonna get to do this again… like have a normal life I might not have the betrothed thing but you have a fantastic girl in your arms right now dean and she is struggling to survive she needs that little bit of normal.. at least think about it…”

Dean didn’t know whether or not to take his brothers advice at that moment and then he remembered he had moms ring and you were so calm and peaceful right then that he decided he would wait… eventually he fell asleep as well after placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

When morning arrived it was the light through the window that brought your eyes to open. You then felt it the strong arms holding you where you were. You moved slightly to look up and you saw dean sleeping, he looked so calm. You felt bad because you stained his shirt. But you felt safe, you felt like you could stay there forever.

There was a brief moment where you had reached up with your hand and touched the stubble on his cheek you felt a peace sworm over you. You knew he was your betrothed you knew he was all yours. You knew you were gonna be happy the way your dad had always wanted for you.

At that moment he woke, his eyes opened and you continued to trace the stubble on his cheek as you said, “morning…” he smiled and he moved a piece of hair from your face, “morning you know I could get used to waking up like this…”

You giggled and he pulled you in for another kiss… this one was gentle and passionate, you knew that there would be hell to pay if anyone interrupted. Then it was dean who broke the kiss and he said,

“so according to my brother this thing we are hunting is a Tulpa apparently some guys who run a website called Hell Hound’s Lair have changed the legend so much that the Tulpa was created and right now he is looking at the place in broad daylight cause he said he would be gone when we woke. But we aren’t killing anything till tonight which means we have several hours to waste.”

You smiled and looked at him, “does this place have a pool?” Dean catching your drift smiled, “well does my sweetheart like swimming?” you nodded and smiled, “especially in this hot Texan weather. It can really make a girl all hot and bothered… not to mention it can have her feeling sexy for hours…”

Dean smiled and looked at you, “well if we are swimming, we need swim gear…” you smiled, “it’s a good thing I have mine what about you?” Dean smiled and looked at you, “I have mine too sweetheart I bring it along just in case of some downtime or I need it to go undercover...”

You smiled placing your hand on his cheek, “don’t shave I like the stubble… it turns me on…” you said smiling at the way his hands ran up and down your body, there was something inside you that went off like a very loud alarm clock, you felt him shift to pull your leg around him and he began moving and this made you wet, very wet.

You let him grind against you, you felt his bulge against you as it grew and grew, you moaned and dean looked at you with hunger in his eyes and kissed you, grinding against you more and more.

There was a lot of moaning and groaning, the way he fit with you, the way his hands roamed over your body. This was truly the first time you ever felt as safe as you did right then.

At that moment neither of you were expecting to hear the door jiggling. You felt dean pulling you close and he grabbed his hand gun that he had hidden beneath his pillow. He aimed it at the door as Sam opened the door and held his hands up,

“woah woah guys its just me…I think we have some competition I saw some idiots with cameras entering the house. I think these are the guys who run Hell Hound’s Lair the website, they are the ones bringing this tulpa to life.”

You at that moment had sat up and was clinging to dean running your hands over his chest and placing kisses along his neck. Dean now smiling said, “well then I guess Y/N and I should get up we have this tulpa to kill… Y/N needs a few tips before we leave though...”

You kissed him one more time before getting up and grabbing some clothes from your bag, going to the bedroom you shut the door and breathed deeply as you got dressed. You heard Dean & Sam talking outside, laughing but you got dressed in something easy to move in & something that you knew would knock deans socks off.

You felt nervous about all this, the hunting and being with Dean. You were so ready to start this new life hell you were still wrapping your head around the fact that you spent the night curled up in Dean’s arms, you didn’t even take your bra off before bed, you had worn your jeans to bed, hell you didn’t care.

You would regret it later maybe but you were happy, you were really happy and it felt good waking up in Dean’s arms. You exited the bathroom and the next thing that caught your attention was a whistle,

“sweetheart you look hot, now lets take you somewhere to get you familiar with some of the weapons and such. Start training you with weapons and then combat once we get back to Bobbys.”

You grabbed your over lay and felt your body quiver under the feeling of Deans arm around your waist, you were completely sure that this was right, you could see right then why your fathers had betrothed you to dean. The chemistry between you both seemed to just flow.

This time Dean sat in the back seat with you he started telling you about some of what was gonna happen and kinda trying to prepare you, he felt you shiver but his touch stilled your heart making it beat at a slower pace.

You all got to an abandoned field just a few miles away from the haunted sight and you looked at the sky and stood there till Dean called you over to the trunk,

“there are a few things that I’m gonna teach you about right now and the rest when its time. The basic thing I’m gonna teach you right now is how to use a rock salt gun. These are special iron bullets filled with rock salt, they aren’t meant for killing humans but to ghosts it will banish them temporarily. To a human it will just hurt and leave a hella big bruise. The main thing when you shoot is to always have bullets, always carry some extra with you and make sure you reload the gun as soon as you fire a shot cause with spirits ghosts and things like that you need to be fast.”

After a little bit of shooting some rocks you started to get the idea, the boys then put the trunk back in order and you high fived Dean and Sam as you all got back in the car. You all drove back to the Hell House. You all arrived just as it was darkening outside and you shivered again.

You all parked a little bit away and hid in the bushes with guns and flashlights but saw the other dude from earlier,

“those are the guys those are them, I overheard them talking they call themselves professionals. I call bullshit… don’t worry we will take care of this thing... there was a few more attacks so I went and talked to some locals and got some more info and now we need a way to get passed the police.”

Then Dean cupped his mouth and projected his voice by doing that and said, “who ya gonna call…” this alerted the dimwits who alerted the cops who then started chasing them. This gave you guys a clear spot to enter the building. With your flashlights on and your guns cocked, you stood close to Dean walking throughout the house you all stayed alert.

Then you all turned towards a loud noise coming from the other room, you all ran into the dimwits with cameras. “so you’re the big palooka that was spying on us the other day. Yes we caught you.. so what is this then like 3 little kids…” these guys held a camera now in your face as you then spoke, “STOP FILMING ME, MORONS… this is a seriously dangerous sitchuation.”

All the yelling must have alerted the Tulpa for at that moment you were grabbed and pulled away from the boys. Then after a few moments of struggling you were on the floor gasping for breath. Dean helped you up and then took your hand and held it while you guys stood there waiting for the tulpa to show up again.

“dudes go find a way out go…” Dean yelled and at that moment one of the 2 morons decided to yell and panic, “you don’t have to tell us twice…” he grabbed the other one and they tried to run but old man Murdoch was standing there and he swung at them they ran around the corner.

You went with Dean to the kitchen, while Sam went to rescue the morons. You could hear Sam fighting the tulpa and the idiots going out the door, but you and dean were laying down a lot of gasoline and flammable substance.

All thru the house and leading eventually to the living room, just cause the rock salt iron bullets weren’t working so you guys came up with another idea. It was called burn the place to the ground.

“guys what are you doing we gotta go?” Sam said once he caught up with you and Dean as you both looked at eachother and dean flicked open his lighter and said, “we are burning down the house no more house no more legend.”

You all got out of the house before it caught fully on fire. You didn’t know whether or not to be grateful that the boys were there or to be freaking out cause you completed the hunt.

From that moment on you hunted with Sam, Dean and whoever else happened to come along and sure there were challenges but at least you were with the boys incase anything did go horribly wrong…

~4 Years & 4 Months Later~

You were still hunting you also had kept your promise to Dean after he got mauled by a hell hound and died to look out for Sam, but you and Sam had moved around so much to stay under the radar. right now you were doing research on some new strange omans and you soon figured out that you had no clue what was going on…

“Sam I think these omans might be biblical… like in relation to the apocalypse. I think we have a big problem.” You pointed to a point on the map in the middle of no where close to where you guys had buried dean, your heart was pounding now.

Sam came up to you placing a hand on your shoulder, “don’t worry Y/N we will find out whats going on… and if we have to we will find a way to bring him back…” you shuttered and sniffled it had only been a few months but there was something inside you that lept up at the thought of Dean being alive and next to you once more.

Then it was the time when both you and Sam to take a trip to Bobby’s and restock and see him after months of seclusion, both of you had pretty much taken off right after burying Dean in an unmarked grave. Little did either of you know that when you arrived at Bobby’s someone would be waiting for you there…

~Meanwhile in the middle of the desert or some sort of place.~

Dean woke up in a pine box, he had no idea what in all hell happened, he busted out and came to stand in the hot blazing sun his throat blasted dry. He walked for a while till he happened upon an abandoned truck stop, he broke in taking a bottle of water and swigging it all down.

He then gets a glimpse of the paper now realizing its September he knew he needed to find out what happened. He goes into the restroom of the store and looks at his body noticing his skin isn’t torn or anything.

He then does some discount shopping including the cash from the register, food, drink, busty Asian beauties mag and then his thoughts crossed to you. Then when he was about to leave the store he hears a loud ringing this continues for several moments till he gets thrown to the ground, the sound shatters all the windows, Dean gets up out of the pile of glass and goes to the payphone outside and makes a call to Bobby who basically doesn’t believe dean.

Dean then gets the idea to hotwire the near by car, a while later he finds himself showing up on Bobby’s door step. Bobby opens the door and stares Dean down for a while till a few words are said in disbelief till Bobby lunges at dean with a silver knife. Dean takes a chair and places it between him and bobby as they exchange more words:

Dean: Bobby its Me

Bobby: my ass

Dean: Whoa Whoa Whoa! Wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer, You became a hunter after your Wife got possessed, Your about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby its me…

Bobby moves closer to Dean he touches his arm then lunges him again…

Dean: im not a shapeshifter

Bobby: then you’re a revenant

Dean: all right… if I was either of those…

That’s when you and Sam walked in you dropped your bag and ran between Dean the knife and bobby… you knew that whatever was gonna happen next was about to be either very painful or very calm.

“Bobby stop its him I can tell it is…” you said now facing bobby as Sam held dean back and said, “why don’t you test him Y/N… trivia wise test him..” you could only assume it was gonna be harder than not… but the last thing you wanted was something to go wrong…

You walked into the kitchen and started to question him:

Y/N: “What was the date of our betrothal?”

Dean: “August 27, 1994”

Y/N: “what date did we reunite after that time?”

Dean: “September 16, 2006 exactly 2 months after my dad passed and 1 months after yours passed…”

Y/N: “What was the last thing you asked me before you died?”

Dean: “will you Y/F&L/N marry me?”

Y/N: “what was my response?”

Dean: “you didn’t give me one well not a verbal one anyway, you kissed me, you moaned as my hands roamed your body for the final time…”

You pulled back at that moment and said, “ok guys its him no other Dean could have known that much…” you had Sam untie him and then you let him and Bobby pull him into a hug which you ended up getting pulled into and then it was your turn.

“Y/N lets try this again where before you didn’t really give me an actual answer and I didn’t have the ring in my hand, Y/N I love you to the moon and back, I don’t know who or what or how I got out of hell but I assure you nothing will stop me from marrying my favorite girl. What do you say? Y/N will you marry me?”

Dean asked as you watched him holding that ring you put out your hand and smiled, “yes…” Your voice squeaked knowing you were smiling too big to say anything above a squeak.

You felt yourself grow happier and happier then you felt it… against you once more, his buldge grew bigger and bigger. You both excused yourselves to the bedroom and shut the door giggling…

~that’s all folks for now...~

#spn hiatus writing challenge 2017 #spn hwc - week 7

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inexplicabledemons · 6 years ago

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im done ~ bucky barnes

"Mm, bye darling. I love you." You groaned into the pillows, as Bucky started to pack up his things. You heard a shuffle of footsteps behind you then a cold hand softly being placed on your waist. His lips pressed against your cheek lightly. You smiled a little.

"I love you too. I'll see you soon." You smiled again but kept your eyes closed. You were exhausted from the mission you and Natasha had gone through the past night, and your muscles ached profusely. The door opened and shut behind you, and you were left alone to sleep. You hadnt talked to Bucky much in the past 12 hours, you had fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the bed, at four in the morning. You started to fall back into a slumber after texting Bucky.

I love you baby. Ill see you after the mission. Come back to me xx

But before your could actually get quality sleep, Natasha burst into the room and jumped on the bed, making you groan in pain. She jumped up and down on your bed.

"Wake up sleepyhead!" You screamed into your pillow, regretting making Natasha your best friend. You rolled your eyes when she continued jumping on you.

"Oh my god Nat, what do you want?" You turned your head to the side so you could see her. She had he hair in a tight bun and was in her training clothes, you dreaded what she was about to say.

"You're training with me. Get up, now." she smiled.

"Nope. We had a mission all last night. I am entitled to sleep."

"You did sleep, 4 hours is enough for an Avenger. Now get up, meet me in the training room." She got up off the bed.

"I hate you so much."

"I know." she walked out of the room, knowing you would listen to her, you groaned and pushed yourself off the bed, getting ready for whatever Natasha was about to put you through. You shower quickly and get into a sports bra with a loose Nike tank over, some full length tights and some joggers/runners/sneakers. You tied your hair up in a high ponytail and walked out of you and Buckys shared room, picking your phone up on the way out.

You walked inside the training room and saw Natasha leaning against one of the wooden pillars placed regularly around the room holding up the roof, looking down at the stone floor. As soon as you walked in she pushed herself off the bed and came up to you. Putting her hands on your shoulders.

"I knew you would come."

"Only because you're my best friend."

You put down your phone and she pulled you across the training room floor into the corner which held all the punching bags. She handed you some boxing gloves and motioned towards her hands which were now covered in focus mitts. You rolled your eyes and started giving forceful punches to her hands. Two left. Two right. Duck. One left. Duck. One right. Left kick. Right kick. Repeat. That went over and over in your head as you did the drill. Now it was Natashas turn to punch. You were both breaking a sweat. You moved into more strengthening drills. Doing burpees and sit-ups repetitively, your abs and biceps ached. You lay on the cold floor, catching a breath alongside Natasha. You were sure to waste all this working out by eating crap later. Groaning, you moved back onto your stomach and put your weight back on your arms. But thankfully, your phone rang before you had to do anymore. You got up and walked over and picked up after you saw the name Capsicle at the top of the screen.

"Steve? Everything all right? Do you need back up?"

"Uh well, we dont need back up." He paused sadly, he wasnt telling you something.

"Steve what is it?"

"It-its Bucky."

"What?! What happened?" Your stomach dropped. Fearing the worst.

"Just come please, its bad." And with that you hung up the phone and sprinted out of the room, back to the bedroom. You heard Natasha behind you shouting your name.

"Y/N! Y/N wait! Whats happening?"

All you said was: "Its Bucky." before running into the room and grabbing your keys and running down to the shared garage where your car parked. As soon as you unlocked the car it came alive. JARVIS voice came through the radio.

"Hello Y/N."

"Hi JARVIS, now can you tell me the location of Agent Rogers and Agent Barnes?" You revved the engine and sped out of the garage.

"Yes madam, why do you need their location?"

"Just tell me please." You huffed

"They are at an abandoned warehouse on 37th Avenue."

"Thank you." You kept speeding through all the busy roads, earning many tickets. But you would somehow bribe Tony to pay them. Until you reached the warehouse. You sprinted into the warehouse and saw Steve, Sam, Tony and Rhodey standing there gloomily.

"What happened? Where is he?" they all looked up at the sound of your voice.

"He uh- he had a PTSD attack during the mission, we tried to get him somewhere safe but he backed himself into that room. He won't see anyone." You nodded and walked towards the room Bucky was stationed in. You opened the door and walked in warily. He was curled up in a damp corner of the warn down room. Paint was peeling off the damp walls. Tears glistened his cheeks and you got closer to him. You dont think he has noticed you in there yet.

"Bucky?" You said as softly as he could. A scared look went across his face when he heard you and he curled tighter in the corner, you put one hand out in front of you, proving you werent going to hurt him.

"It's alright baby. Its Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you." You moved closer to Bucky. "Its okay. I'm with you, I'm right here. I've got you." He looked up at you in pain as you sat down next to him slowly, more tears streamed down his face. Automatically, he knew he could tell you what had happened. He threw his arms around your waist and hugged you tight, his head rest against your neck. He sobbed and sobbed as you ran one hand through his hair and the other traced circles on his back.

"Its okay baby. I've got you. Hey, hey. We're alright. You're safe. I'm here, don't worry."

You kissed the top of his head lightly, helping him calm down. You whispered reassuring words into his ear. His rapid breathing slowed down to deep, slow breaths after a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, I am so sorry. Why did I do that? Why do I keep hurting people? Im so-so sorry. The-the others will hate me. I fucked u-up the mission. Oh-oh my god. I'm sorry." He started crying again.

"Its okay. Its not your fault. Its normal. Dont worry, Steve and Sam went through this. Hey, look at me." You lifted his chin to look at you, he met your eyes with his teary, glassy ones. "None of this is your fault. You are alright. I understand, we all understand."

"Steve and Sam went-went through this?"

"Yeah, yeah." you said sadly. "I was there."

"But-but what is this? What is happening to me? Why does this keep happening?" He rest his head against your shoulder, interlocking his fingers with yours, still crying silently.

"Its PTSD. From when you were him, the war, Hydra. Lots of soldiers get it. You are scared of not having control, not being able to chose what happens. Like what Hydra did to you." He nodded slightly.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"W-Well, we were fighting and everything was-was going well, we were w-winning but then, I dont-dont really know b-but something happened and all of a sudden I couldn't focus on anything and-and all I could heard were the gunshots and Zemo's voice. I dont know, just-just-"

"It's okay, I understand." you both sat there in silence for a while until you heard the roar of the trucks engine. You looked down at Bucky.

"Lets get you home." You stood up and he followed suit. His hand still interlocked with yours. You got closer to the door but he stopped abruptly, pulling you back a little.

"What if they hate me? What if they laugh at me. No-no I can't go out there."

"Yes you can. They are not going to laugh at you or hate you Bucky. Just stay with me." He sighed a little and you opened the door.

He kept close to you but never looked up from the ground. His metal arm in yours. You looked up and nodded at Steve, he understood what he was going through. So he let him be.

You both got into your car and drove away from the warehouse. He kept apologising repeatedly. Every time you would tell him it wasn't his fault. Until something in his eyes changed, from what once sadness and pain was anger, embarrassment and disappointment.

"Bucky? Are you alright?" He huffed annoyingly. "Bucky?"

"I'm fine Y/N!" He snapped.

You decided not to press anything further, something was still going on with him.

You pulled into the large shared driveway. As soon as you parked, Bucky got out of the car and slammed the door, storming into the large building. Steve got out of the truck Sam just parked and started towards Bucky. You followed after him. All you could see what Bucky's back walking towards your room. He turned on the left into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Let me talk to him." You slowed Steve down and he nodded, you opened the door and walked inside.

All you saw was Bucky facing towards the window, he ran his hands through his hair impatiently. You could hear his fast breathing from where you were across the room.

"Bucky, baby-"

"I can't do this anymore."

"What-"

"I'm done! I'm sick of it," you came up in front of him, he walked back from you against the window. "I'm sick of it! I'm sick of making things worse. I'm sick of crying myself to sleep. I'm sick of hating everything. I'm sick of feeling this way. I'm sick of hurting people. I'm sick of letting people down. I'm sick of being me! I don't want to do this anymore. I can't do this anymore." Your eyes watered with every word he said. His hands were shaking, while tears cascaded down his face, one after another. You were crying now too.

"I know baby. I know". you ran up to him and he fell into your arms, pulling you both to the ground. His arms wrapped around your stomach and he cried and cried. A few tears spilled out of your eyes but this wasn't about you. He held onto you like there was no time left. One of your hands was wrapped around the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder blade. You could feel his muscles move as he sobbed.

"Shh, shh. I've got you. I'm here baby. Just hold onto me. Hey, its going to be alright. You aren't alone in this world. You have me, and Steve and Sam and Natasha. And I will never leave you." he continued crying, but nodded slightly.

"I just don't want to-to do it any-anymore. I don't want to feel like this." he rocked back and forth slightly.

"I know James. But I will always be here." you played with the ends of his hair, tying it back into a bun with a hair tie you had around your wrist. You traced circles on the back of his neck to calm him down again. His head rest sideways against your shoulder.

His movements became drowsy and heavy. You pulled him up softly onto the unmade bed, he removed his filthy shirt, but instead of putting on the hoodie he picked out of the draw, he threw it to you. You smiled and threw it over your clothes. He put on a different one and slid into bed. You followed in behind him and he rest his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. Your hands glided up and down his back.

"I'm sorry, baby girl."

"Stop apologizing James, nothing is your fault." he nodded again and you wriggled down the bed so you were level with him, you looked into his piercing blue eyes that were now tinged with red and bloodshot from the tears. Small strands of hair were falling from the bun you had tied behind his head. You tucked them behind his ear but didn't take back your hand, you caressed his cheek before you spoke again.

"I love you so much, James. And I will never leave you."

"I love you, too."

He rest his head against your chest again and almost automatically fell asleep. One of his arms rest against your stomach and the other interlocked with yours. You made sure that he was calm, safe and comfortable before you fell asleep as well.

Ready to face the problems that would come tomorrow.

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lol idk why the spacing is so off lol

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twin andrews part 4 | jughead x reader

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part five: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159487616565/twin-andrews-part-5-jughead-x-reader

a/n: wowie lil nuggets we’ve reached part 4 im having a lil happy dance over here! im so overwhelmed about how much you guys are liking this series so im more than happy to get busy making parts as long as you’ll are loving it so let me know!!🥂👱🏻‍♀️💛🤓💐🌈💚🌻ps: if you’ve missed a part click on the masterlist in my blog ✨

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“ugh i hate calculus with my whole heart” i mutter flicking through my text book pooping a few gummy bears in my mouth. it was free period so Betty, Kevin and I decided to try and study for a calculus text tomorrow.

my brother and he’s team mates were also here with veronica and jughead sitting off to the side taking in everyone’s conversation. i catch him glances at me which cause me to smile and fiddle with the ends of his jacket

reggie was going on about his theories on who killed jason and everyone was getting pretty fed up with his antics

“it couldn’t have been a jock-” i groan closing my book “reggie can you just stop! jesus christ” he turns in his seat smirking at me.

“well well well my little vixen what’s gotten into you-” i roll my eyes “im trying to study and i can hear is your idiotic voice so it’d be wonderful if you just shut the hell up!” i smile sweetly the room snickering at my response.

“terribly sorry my lady- please continue working” i curse under my breathe turning my attention away from reggie and toward the brunette leaning against the far table, a smirk drawn on his face, i give him a wink causing his chest to shake as he laughs

my attention is brought back when reggie bellows jugheads name, i move out of the chair and over to reggie, “seriously?” he ignores me and continues to interrogate jughead

“what was it like suicide squad? when you shot jason?” “you didn’t do stuff to the body right? like after?”

i turn to jughead awaiting his response “its call necrophilia reggie, can you spell it?” he replies emotionless. he’s arms folded across his chest

“come here you little punk” reggie launches himself over the couch and rushes up the jughead not before archie jumps in front of him pushing reggie in the chest away from the two

i sigh relived that my brother was protecting him even though they weren’t the best of friends right now

everyone stands “boys” veronica warns touching chuck on the arm, i look at her puzzled at how snug she was being with yet another jock

i push past moose and grab reggie by the shoulder “would you just stop for a minute-?” i spit annoyed at the air head “leave him alone” i warn. he pushes up his selves glancing from me to jughead to my brother and then back to me.

“wait is that jugheads jacket your wearing princess?-” my brother shoves him once more “god just shut up reggie”

“what do you care Andrews?”

he glances quickly to me before back to reggie “nothing just leave him alone”

i smile small at my brother but it’s short lived as reggie speaks “holy crap”

“did you and donny darko kill him together? was it some sort of pervy blood brother thing?”

my brother shoves the raven headed boy, jugheads eyes going wide stepping away from the table and outstretching his arms shielding me from the two. i push past his arms and place a hand on Reggies chest “walk away”

anger flashes in his eyes “no can do princess” and with that he grabs my brother and throws him into the vending machine the glasses smashing, arms around me waist tug me back and i try and fight it until i realise it was jug.

Chuck and Jughead are up trying to pry the two apart as they wrestle on the ground Reggie getting one solid punch to my brothers eye before giving up the fight and letting Chuck drag him up holding him against the wall to stop him from causing further harm.

i move toward him anger moving through me like a tidal wave, “don’t you ever speak to my friends like that ever again- and i swear if you lay another hand on my brother i will make sure you cannot reproduce got it?” i sneer and he wink at me “god i love it when your mad” a flick switches and i punch him right in the eye.

he tries to break free from chuck as i continue to hit him annoyance taking away “you little jerk” i yell being lifted off the ground and dragged out of the room by the beanie wearing brunette

he walks me over to my locker as we see the principle enter the room walking away with the two jocks “i can’t believe him” i mumble slamming my hands against the locker

“hey don’t let him get to you” he places his hand on my shoulder and i exhale loudly “yeah i know- i don’t get how you can deal with it jug- what he said was totally out of hand and im sorry-” he shakes his head “don’t worry about it i seemed to have both andrews in my corner anyway”

i smile down at my feet “did you and archie make up last night?” he shifts on his feet “uh- no no we didn’t we just talked and yeah” i sigh “will you ever?” he shrugs again “i don’t know- i want to tell you it’s just” he clears his throat “it’s fine jug, ive got practice ill see you tonight at the rally?” he nods “yeah”

“(y/n) wait-” i turn and face him “will i be getting my jacket back anytime soon?” he chuckles, my eyes widen i had totally forgotten that i hadn’t returned it to him since he gave it to me last night “my bad” i shrug off the jacket and he shakes his head

“no no- keep it for now- it’ll give me an excuse to see you again-” i blush but continue to remove the jacket “i have practice so ill be in my uniform so it’ll just be in my locker so please take it, the game can be your excuse”

he reluctantly takes it from me and places it in his locker “i don’t think ill ever be able to wear it again, you wore it too well so now it doesn’t look as good on me anymore” he gives me a smug smile “yeah yeah whatever jones, i love that jacket on you-”

“see you tonight” i yell to him as i walk myself toward the girls locker room, great a whole period of my two favourite people; Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge.

♕

after what seemed like the longest hour of my life the bell finally rings ending the period and i give a silent prayer as i now have an excuse to put as much distance as i possible can before i launch myself at veronica for breaking a thousand girl codes.

my head was aching from listen to her trying to tell Betty how she realised she did was wrong but she wasn’t the only one involved and that apparently she was being a ‘good’ friend and ‘protecting’ betty because cheryl would’ve gone in if veronica didn’t.

im almost in the clear until i hear the all to familiar voice calling out my name, i bring my hands to my mouth and scream into them before slapping a smile on my face and turning to face the raven haired girl.

“okay so i understand your mad at me for what happened between me and your brother and I just want to apologise” i pause before i answer trying to think of ways to place it nicely.

“look ronnie i wouldn’t have given a crap if you hooked up with my brother okay he can date and kiss whoever the hell he wants but when you add my girl to the mix that’s where i draw the line, you knew how betty felt- you both did yet not one of you thought to yourself maybe i shouldn’t smash b’s heart to smithereens” i smile sarcastically

“if your goal was to piss me off to the point where i actually can’t stand to be near you then congrats you’ve done that. im annoyed and hungry so quite frankly don’t approach me until ive calmed down because i swear i will take you down and i really don’t want to make an enemy out of you”

i move past her and make my way to my locker to grab a few things before heading home to change and prepare for the rally tonight it’s supposedly forecast to flash flood but for some wack reason they’re making us cheer in the pouring rain. yay school spirit

“hey andrews”

“oh for fuck sakes can’t a girl just be left alone!” i complain turning to see the smug look of Reggie Mantle, black eye and all. “not in the mood Mantle shove along go find another cheerleader to torment.

i begin to walk out of the school reggie still hot on my heels “but your my own and only vixen i swear” i furrow my brows at the boy and ignore him as i begin my journey home

im almost at my house when I realise reggie still trailing behind me “jeez reg what are you walking me home?” i complain trying to pick up my pace “we aren’t in school anymore you can leave me alone and stop acting like an asshole”

“oh c'mon (y/n/n) i thought we were past this” he complains stopping at the gate to my house “guess we aren’t” i say enthusiastically giving a thumbs up for encouragement before slamming the front door and flopping onto the couch.

the front door opens and closes but im too tired and grumpy to move so i stay out sprawled out onto the couch “why is reggie outside our house?” archie asks moving my legs so he could sit down.

i sit up and take the apple from his hand “reggie who?”

♕

“you ready for tonight?” i ask the blonde girl fiddling with my hair as we start the walk toward school

she nods her head and to swinging her blonde pony tail “im actually really excited- my first pep rally as a river vixen” she giggle spinning around in her uniform

“well miss betty cooper you were made to be a cheerleader, us vixens are lucky to have you” i encourage her attempting to calm the nerves i know she has.

“thanks (y/n/n), im so glad your back” i wink at the blonde “so am i- i did really miss you a lot, seems like everyone’s life just sort went on with me” i smile sadly.

we enter the locker room and my good mood seems to have diminished completely “ronnie!” Betty calls to the raven haired girl gesturing her over so we could walk out onto the field together

“looking good ladies” veronica compliments offering me a small smile, i decide to return it “we good?” she questions and i take a second to respond “yeah lodge we’re good”

she smiles placing both hands on our shoulders “now should be go and show some school spirit” her grin wide and preppy cheerleader tone on point “lets go!” i return the enthusiasm throwing up some spirit fingers.

we rush onto the field bouncing on the balls of the feet and get the crowd up and alive, it was pouring down and we were soaked as soon as we stepped foot onto the field. the bleachers filled with umbrellas to shield themselves.

the mayor steps up to the podium and gives a small speech dedicating the rally to the late jason blossom before introducing josie and the pussycats and the river vixens to start their performance

the music starts and we launch into the routine all eyes on us as we swish around our skirts doing a few flips but mostly choreography from one miss blossom. i grab my poms and start catching jughead staring right at me, it throws me off but i mange to get back into the groove a blush covering my face

we finish our routine and coach runs across the stage and introduce the almighty riverdale bulldogs. they break through the banner my brother at the front of the group wearing jasons jersey. i freeze sickness washing over me, i turn instantly to see cheryl turning white before catching my gaze and bolting off the field.

betty & veronica rush off the field following her but i decide against following them and walk toward my brother whom was amongst the crowd talking to one jughead jones

puzzled i jog over smiling brightly as i approach the two “whatcha talking bout” i ask smiling shyly at the brunette, i bump hips with my brother “nice way to spook everyone arch” i tease and he just shakes his head

“so?” i raise my eyes brows glancing between the two awfully chummy “uh arch just apologised and well im going to give him a second chance” jug speaks playing with the back of his neck

i smile to myself jumping up and down before launching myself into jughead, he stumbles but wraps his arms around my waist holding me up before setting me down “thank you” i mumble into his ear before turning and punching my brother playfully in the arm

“about time you big idiot”

“ow!” he exaggerates rubbing his arm “oh stop being a baby” i roll my eyes at him the boy laughing at the sibling banter

“Pop’s?” i ask the two and they nod i start walking and the lag behind “c'mon what are we waiting for!” they laugh and share a glance before jogging to catch up to my long strides

“can i ask yous something” archie asks me as we start our short journey to pop’s “shoot” i tell him adjusting my gym bag on my shoulder before jughead removes it from my slinging it on his own shoulder

“what’s with you two, why have you been wearing jughead’s jackets are yous like a thing or-?” i giggle glancing at the brunette next to me who decides to stay quite

“it was pouring down on the way over from the dance, i was cold so he leant it to me and i wore it to school the next day to return it. is it really that big of a deal?”

he shakes his head “not that it’s really any of your business anyway right jug?” he looks at me wide eyes glancing between his best friend and his little sister “i mean yeah”

i laugh at his nervousness and push open the door to Pop’s spotting B & V already sitting in a both toward the back, i don’t wait for the boys i just continue down and slip in next to veronica

“ladies” i smile at them and betty turns in her seat looking at my brother and he’s best friend, i realise instantly and cuss under my breathe “they don’t have to seat sorry my bad” she shakes her head and speaks out to the boys as they wait for permission to join us”

“you wanna join us?” they both share a smile “only if your treating” jughead comments walking over and sliding in next to me placing his arm along the back of the booth

i watch as my brother does the same sharing a glance of respect with betty then laughing at something veronica said as we all sit cozily in our booth waiting for our food to arrive engrossed in our own little world.

i feel jugheads arm drop slowly resting on my shoulder causing me to wriggle closer to him sharing a smile with the brunette before returning back to the conversation

last nights drama had fizzled away, friendships mended and on their way to being so for now we sit happy and content wonder what tomorrow brings and in this moment i smile this, this was home.

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