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creambunnie · 3 years ago

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Once Again📖

ONEWE - Kanghyun x Y/N (angst)

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From : Kang Pingu 🐧

- if you are done taking pictures with your family and friends, meet me in the classroom for a bit♡ -

you grinned when you received his message and excused yourself from your parents and friends before heading towards the classroom of the last year of your highschool life.

it was finally your graduation day and Hyungu planned to celebrate together after celebrating with your families respectively.

you arrived at the classroom but no one was there. you pouted and decided to wait by sitting on one of the desks. you scanned the classroom for the last time, absorbing every single detail of the place where you created bittersweet memories with your classmates. it was also the place where Hyungu confessed about his feelings to you.

you smiled widely as you recalled his bold yet funny confession. he put up a brave front but was actually so nervous that when you responded back to his feelings, he fell down because his knees got weak. your friends were quite worried when they heard you started dating Hyungu. well, Hyungu did not really have a good reputation, among the students and the teachers.

but you ensured your friends that you would be careful and that you were sure Hyungu was serious about your relationship.

you snapped out of your thoughts and decided to wait for Hyungu at the door. you peeked out to see if your boyfriend was already on his way to the classroom, but instead, a couple caught your eyes.

they were at the staircase, the girl was backfacing you so you did not see her face. the boy's head was also tilted to the side so his face was blocked too.

"oooh, a new couple? but really? at the stairs? i wonder who that guy is, he looks super familiar." you thought and was about to give the 'couple' their private space when the boy straightened up, revealing none other than Kang Hyungu. he smiled at the girl and stayed for a while as the girl patted his head before walking down the stairs towards your classroom.

you blinked a few times as you tried to process what you just witnessed. you felt your heart squeezed in pain as tears started flowing down your cheeks.

"did... did i just jinxed myself?". you mumbled to yourself. you quickly took your bag and wanted to leave quickly but Hyungu was faster.

he opened the door with a big smile but it quickly turned into worry when he saw you crying. "babe? what happened?". he asked softly as he approached you.

you avoided him and was about to exit the classroom when Hyungu grabbed your wrist as he balanced the box he was carrying with his other hand and his body.

"babe, what happened??". he asked again.

you sniffed and pulled your hand away. "you, all these while i thought you changed. but i was wrong. you are still the same playboy Kang Hyungu. old habits die hard, huh? you came here late because you were having a fun time with another girl? i should have listened to my friends. dating you was a mistake,".

Hyungu frowned, confused about what you were talking about.

"huh? what do you mean? i was late because i was preparing my presents for you,". Hyungu explained.

you frowned deeper at his words. "i saw everything, Hyungu. you don't have to lie! if i am not a good partner, then just tell me that, no need to cheat behind me, just break up with me!".

Hyungu was confused at your sudden burst of anger. "but you're the only one that i like! have you seen me flirting with others when i started dating you?".

you rolled your eyes and glared at him. "i wouldn't know, you might have done it when i'm not around!".

Hyungu sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. "do you not trust me?". he asked.

"no, i don't.". you replied without hesitation. you gulped your pain when you see the hurt in his eyes.

"look into my eyes and tell me that you didn't feel any sincerity from me in these 5 months that we've been together." Hyungu asked with teary eyes.

your heart felt so painful. but you had to do what was best for you. you promised your friends to be careful so you were going to keep that promise.

"it must have been fun playing with me, right? just like how you played with other girls. i really thought i was the special person who could change you. but i was being pathetic. i'm just an idiot who fell for the school's infamous playboy.".

a tear finally fell on Hyungu's cheek. he was hurt. extremely hurt. he then stretched his arm to give you the box that he had been carrying since just now.

"i want to give some presents to congratulate you for graduation. please accept them." he managed to whisper.

you frowned at his sudden change of topic and slapped his hands away together with the box.

you heard something broke when the box made contact with the hard ground. if you didn't know any better, you would have thought that you just heard your heart shattered.

Hyungu froze on his spot as he stared at the box. you quickly ran out of the classroom before you softened back up for your ex.

and that was the last time you met Hyungu before the both of you moved on with your lives. you remembered to quickly block Hyungu's number and blocked him on every social medias that you had. you didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

you were embarrassed of yourself. you were so proud when you started dating Hyungu, you were so confident that he was serious about you. but at the end, it was just your imagination. he didn't change at all.

~4 years later~

after graduating from high school, you got accepted into your dream university and studied in Japan for 4 years majoring in journalism. writing has been your hobby since you were little and aiming to be a well-known journalist was your ambition.

it was not easy to leave things back at your home country behind you especially after getting your heart broken so harshly on your graduation day. but you believed working hard towards your dream was a good way to distract yourself from all the unnecessary drama.

you focused on school and excelled all your semesters. you became the best student and was given the honour of being the valedictorian of your cohort.

it was finally time for you to come home to your family. they did visit you a few times when you were in Japan, but the feeling of coming back home was different.

From : Yubi❤

-you're back in South Korea?! great timing, our class reunion is next Saturday. you better come after skipping 4 years of our reunion dinner !!! we all miss you🥺-

you sighed as you read the message from your close friend. you were not really someone who likes to socialise with others, it's true they were your highschool classmates, but it had been years since you've met them. you might be awkward.

From : Yubi❤

-if you even think of skipping, i'm gonna drag you out of your house😠-

you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

To : Yubi❤

-okay okay, i will come, just text me the venue when it's confirmed.-

you scanned the huge hotel and took a deep breath before walking through the grand entrance. "wow they must be rich to book such a fancy place." you mumbled as you went to the customer service counter to ask for the room number that was booked for your class dinner.

as the staff was looking through the lists, you couldn't help but check out the beautiful architecture. your gaze fell to the floor as you realised that each tile had a different design. "wow, this hotel is totally on another level.". you whispered as you analysed them one by one.

a pair of pink shoes stopped walking and caught your eyes. you raised an eyebrow and looked up slowly to see the owner of the pink shoes.

your breath hitched. you made eye contact with the person. the person's eyes widened as he saw you. just as he was about to walk towards you, a lady grabbed him by his arm and dragged him away, she probably didn't notice you who were a few metres away.

"oi Kanghyun!! will you hurry up and walk? they're all waiting for us in the room already!!". the lady called the person by his nickname.

your thoughts were interrupted when the staff tapped your shoulder gently. "your room number is 3. i will bring you there". you nodded and bowed slightly to thank the staff.

you were now in front of the room. loud excited voices could be heard from the inside. *such youthful energy* you thought and knocked on the door before opening it slowly.

the previous noise quietened down at your entrance. you were frozen at the door. *w--why are they staring at me*. you smiled awkwardly and waved your hand at them.

"hi?". the second you greeted, your former classmates cheered and some even ran to you and gave you hugs and pats. "y/n!! we missed you so much!" "y/n! you are finally home!" "welcome back!!" "how was school in Japan?".

"there there guys, y/n needs to sit first at least. your questions can wait. the evening is still young!". Yubi came to your rescue. you gave her a grateful smile. Yubi smiled back and hugged you tightly. "welcome back!!".

you caught up with your friends. some were working full time at big companies, some were getting engaged, some just finished their studies, like you. you were engrossed in your conversation when a word, or a name, from the table next to you caught your ear.

"Kang Hyungu, how many girlfriends have you had in uni? still a playboy aren't you?" one of the boys joked.

your hand curled up into a fist. you were about to shoot the other table a glare when the lady who dragged Hyungu earlier defended him.

"this guy? trust me, he never dated anyone after highschool. he focused on his studies and never looked at girls. he rejected everyone who confessed to him. i was shocked too, you know being his classmate in highschool and seeing his abrupt change in uni, a whole new experience."

your former classmates widened their eyes as they looked at Hyungu, who was eating silently. his composure was still as cool and cold as ever.

"you are kidding !! he couldn't even be single for a week back then! what do you mean he never dated after highschool?".

the lady, Ara, nodded her head and sighed. "i don't know who broke his heart so bad he didn't even want to date or befriend other girls. that's why i'm stuck to his side." Ara explained and knocked Hyungu's head. Hyungu pouted and rubbed his head as he looked up.

after eavesdropping the conversation, you were surprised too. you turned to look into the direction of his table and saw his pouty face. you gulped. "cute..." you mumbled and quickly turned away when the both of you accidentally made your second eye contact for today.

you almost forgot he was your former classmate too, of course he would be here. you were just too busy with your close friends that you didn't realise his presence earlier.

from your peripheral vision, you sensed Hyungu still staring at you. after a few seconds, you finally let out the breath you were holding in unconciously when you see him turn his head away.

"bye bye y/n!! see you again soon!!" Yubi bid you goodbye as her boyfriend came to pick her up. you waved back at her and waited by the entrance for your ride.

"y/n?". you felt your head tingled as you heard a familiar gentle voice calling your name. you looked up from your phone only to be greeted by none other than Kang Hyungu.

"Hyu--Hyungu... it's been a while". you managed to breathe out.

Hyungu gave a small smile and nodded.

it was awkward. after all, you separated on bad terms and never contacted each other ever since.

Hyungu moved closer to you. his expression looked sad yet happy.

"can i hug you?". Hyungu suddenly asked. you bit your lips. you hesitated before nodding slightly. letting him hug you won't hurt, right?

wrong.

when his arms wrapped around you, your emotions from 4 years ago surged up again. his gentle yet tight hug. his warm scent. his soft face buried into the crook of your neck.

you were frozen. everything was too overwhelming.

"i mis--" Hyungu's words were interrupted when someone called out your name.

you snapped out of your zone and gently pulled yourself away from Hyungu. Hyungu let you go hesitantly as he wiped his teary eyes and looked at the person who called your name.

"ah Harin!! did you wait for long?" you approached the person earlier and patted his shoulder. Harin shook his head and looked at Hyungu.

you thought it was only right to introduce them to each other. "Harin, this is my former classmate, Kang Hyungu, and Hyungu, this is Ju Harin, we went to the same university". Hyungu gulped and bowed slightly towards Harin.

"ni--nice to meet you. thank you for taking care of y/n! i--i should excuse myself now.". Hyungu said as he quickly left you and Harin. Harin shrugged his shoulders and led you to his car.

it had been so long since you came back home, you finally had the time to walk around your neighbourhood. you realised that in the span of 4 years, alot of things could change. you continued walking in the homey streets until you reached your favourite bookshop. you smiled widely and quickly entered it. you were happy the shop was still there.

your body automatically brought you over to the comics section. you enjoyed all sorts of genres but comics were your stress reliever. your eyes widened at some new collections.

"ooh, this one looks interesting". you mumbled as you picked up the new crime comic. "that one is good, you should read it". you jumped at the sudden voice beside your ear.

you quickly turned to your side. Hyungu backed away abit and gave a cheeky smile.

"wh-what are you doing here?". you asked abit too loud than usual because you were shocked. Hyungu blinked and chuckled with a pfft.

"i am here to buy some books, then i saw you looking at that good comic so i decided to greet you. yo!".

you nodded awkwardly and wanted to walk away but Hyungu's words stopped you.

"you know, i can suggest you other new good comics that will surely suit your taste!". you bit your lip and shook your head. "it's okay, i just wanted to look around. thanks for your offer". you bowed and quickly walked away.

Hyungu watched your back moved away from him. his shoulders dropped as he pouted. *did i scare her away?* he thought as he went to the cashier to pay for his books.

you felt blood rushing to your face as you exited the shop. you totally forgot that Hyungu also regularly visits that shop. heck, it used to be one of the places where you always went to during your dates.

despite his bad boy image, Hyungu was surprisingly an avid reader. he always had the best recommendations. you were tempted by his offer but you thought it was weird to suddenly be close again with him.

your mood was abit down after the encounter as old memories came flooding back to your mind. *ah, i thought 4 years were enough to forget about him. but meeting him twice right after coming back like this is not helping at all* you thought as you walked back home.

you tapped your foot on the ground, following the rythm of the song that you were listening to as you waited for Harin in the mall.

you planned to meet up at 2pm but he was abit late so you waited for him inside since the weather was hot.

"we meet again!" you heard as you felt one of your earpiece being pulled out softly. you jumped and turned only to be greeted by none other than, you guessed it, Kang Hyungu.

you frowned and took out your other earpiece. "at this rate, i feel like you're stalking me". Hyungu chuckled and shook his head. "no no, i was here since morning, i had some stuff to do, and then i saw you here alone".

"i'm actually waiting for Harin. ugh why is he so late? i'm hungry.."

when he heard the name, Hyungu's smile was gone. his current expression was unreadable. "oh, well then, i will wait here with you". you let Hyungu be as you scanned the crowd for Harin.

"how was Japan?".

"it was great and refreshing. school was okay too, abit hard but i survived. how about you? you graduated from uni too right recently?". Hyungu nodded.

"i started working at the music shop here, today is actually my off day but i had to fix some things so yeah.."

your mouth turned into an "O" shape as you heard him. he was very interested and quite talented in music back in highschool, it was not a surprise for him to pursue something related to music.

Hyungu saw a familiar face among the crowd. "oh there's H--" he cut his own words when he saw a lady beside Harin, her arm linked with Harin's.

*he is late because he is with another girl? he is cheating on y/n at the place that they're meeting up at?? how dare he?* Hyungu thought as he tried to block your view from Harin. *i gotta protect y/n*.

"yo y/n!! y/n?" Hyungu heard Harin's voice but he still stood in front of you, blocking Harin from seeing you.

you frowned and gently pushed Hyungu aside. "oh Harin! you are finally here!!!" you slapped Harin's arm and quickly turned to the lady beside him.

"Dani!!! you are here too!" you greeted and hugged the lady. Dani hugged you back and passed something to you. "i'm sorry,,, i misplaced the souvenier i bought you so Harin had to search for it with me, that's why we were late.". you cooed at Dani and patted her head. "aww it's okay, thank you for the gift!".

Hyungu looked at the scene with a confused look. you finally remembered him being there and introduced him to Dani. "Dani, this is Hyungu, my former highschool classmate, Hyungu, this is Dani, my former housemate back in Japan!".

Hyungu frowned. *Harin is cheating on y/n with her former housemate?!?!*.

"oii mr boyfriend, where are we going to eat at?". Dani turned to Harin and asked.

Hyungu's eyes widened. *huh???huh???*

"you and y/n are not dating each other?" Hyungu blurted out as he pointed towards you and Harin.

you and Harin looked at each other and shivered in disgust at the same time. "never!! why would you even think that?!" you asked. Harin quickly wrapped his arm around Dani and shook his head. "Dani is the only one for me".

"then why did he pick you up the other night?".

you bursted a pfft, Hyungu's face was hilarious. he was furious and confused at the same time.

"the three of us had plans after my dinner, so Harin picked me up. Dani was in the car too. Harin, being the gentleman he is, volunteered to escort me personally to the car".

Dani couldn't help but laugh too. you were the one who introduced her to Harin anyways, it was funny to think that someone misunderstood Harin and your relationship.

"ok that aside, let's go eat, i'm so hungryy" you whined and linked your arms with Harin and Dani. Hyungu's eyes twitched when he saw how comfortable you were with Harin.

"Hyungu should join us too!! the more the merrier!" Dani invited Hyungu. Hyungu was about to reject but seeing your flustered expression, he quickly accepted the invitation. he kind of missed seeing this side of you.

you ended up walking beside Hyungu while the lovely couple led the way to Harin's recommended restaurant.

the walk was quiet between the two of you. Hyungu felt abit guilty for being selfish, he accepted the invitation, totally ignoring your feelings.

"if you don't want me to join, i can back away now." Hyungu said. you quickly shook your head and unconciously tugged his sleeve. "i don't mind.. please join us". Hyungu grinned at your response. "alright, i will stay".

as you arrived at the restaurant, Dani excused herself to the bathroom. you decided to help Harin with the orders while Hyungu reserved a table for the four of you. the other reason you volunteered to help was so that you didn't have to be alone with Hyungu.

Dani came back from the bathroom and went to Hyungu. "oh y/n is helping Harin? then i will sit here and chat with you!".

Hyungu gave a small smile. he was still abit awkward around other girls if he was alone. "Hyungu, you like y/n don't you?" Dani attacked with an innocent smile.

Hyungu was taken aback but nodded anyways. like was an understatement. you were in his mind every second for the whole 4 years, meeting you once again made his dull world colourful again.

Dani giggled and poked Hyungu's arm. "you are so obvious. don't worry, i will help you!" Dani winked and quickly backed away when you and Harin came with your food. Hyungu pursed his lips into a thin line. he didn't know what Dani was up to.

you sat beside Dani, acrossed from Hyungu. you focused on your food and Dani, trying your best not to stare at the handsome Hyungu.

"so y/n, do you have anyone you like now?" Dani randomly asked you. your hand paused from picking up food for abit before chuckling awkwardly. "hahaha what a question, Dani. hmm i don't think i like anyone now". you swore your voice was trembling.

Dani smirked slightly at your response and was about to turn to Hyungu when Harin chirped into the conversation. "eh? how about that Jungwoo guy? don't you have a crush on him?".

you gulped as you felt your whole face became warm. "Ju-Jungwoo? he is cute, but i just admire him from afar. i don't like like him..."

Harin raised an eyebrow. "really? then why are you so emba--" his words were cut off when Dani kicked his leg under the table. she signalled him towards Hyungu and widened her eyes as if saying "have some sense Ju Harin!!". Harin pouted and continued eating his food.

there was definitely tension between you and Hyungu now. Dani tried to lighten up the mood with another topic as her plan A failed. she really wanted to help Hyungu.

after the meal, you and Harin started discussing some matters related to your future job, which was the main agenda for today's meet up. you switched seats with Dani so that you were opposite of Harin.

Dani called out Hyungu's name softly. "sorry for earlier. i just wanted to help but Harin interrupted. anyway, i'm gonna move to plan B later." Hyungu frowned and glanced at you and Harin who were engrossed in the discussion before leaning closer to the table. "what exactly are you planning??". Hyungu whispered.

Dani smirked and whispered her ideas. Hyungu listened carefully and processed her words. "so, what do you think?" Hyungu slowly nodded, agreeing to her plan.

it was finally time to separate. while Harin and Dani were going back by car, your house was just a walking distance from the mall.

"oh! Hyungu, do you have anything after this? why don't you walk y/n home?"

you almost choked on your own saliva and quickly shook your head. "i-i can go home by myself". Hyungu patted your head and gave a big smile. "i can, no, i want to walk you home!".

you sighed in defeat and nodded. "fine then. thanks Harin and Dani for today! and i'll email you the file later, Harin." Harin nodded and bid you goodbye before leaving with Dani.

you looked at Hyungu and pointed your finger awkwardly to the direction that you were going to. Hyungu walked beside you in silence. you too walked quietly, selfishly enjoying the warmth of his company.

"it feels like we are back to highschool days where i always walk you home". Hyungu started.

you just listened, not responding to his words. "we should go visit the bookshop again together one day. i remember how you would always frown slightly when you read the description of some comics, not because you hated them, but you actually loved them that your expressions couldn't be controlled. also the little pout when the volume you wanted was sold out and we have to either go to another shop or buy them online. oh and remember when--"

"that was all 4 years ago, Hyungu. can we not talk about it anymore?" you said with a slight firmness in your voice.

Hyungu paused for abit before chuckling. "for these 4 years, i've been trying to think of what you meant by me having fun with another girl that's why i was late" your fists curled into a fist as you felt your head become heavy.

"i really like you, y/n. i was serious about our relationship back then. you changed me, you were the only one that i like, i never look at other girls when i started dating you. i was hurt when you said those things to me. i really didn't understand"

you stopped in your tracks as you faced Hyungu with teary eyes. he really dared to lie to you even after 4 years?

you were about to hit his chest but he grabbed your wrist. "i finally figured it out".

~4 years ago~

Hyungu ensured that he had wrapped the big box of gifts for you properly. he carried the box carefully and walked down the staircase towards your classroom.

it was a bit difficult for him to see what was in front due to the box and Hyungu accidentally bumped into someone. he panicked for abit and quickly hugged the box to his body tightly.

"sorry, i didn't see you there!" Hyungu apologised.

the person he bumped into also apologised. "ah Hyungu? sorry! i was in a rush. oh no your hair! are you meeting anyone now?".

Hyungu's hair was a bit out of place after bumping into Ara. "is it bad? i'm meeting my girlfriend!" Hyungu asked, worried about his appearance. he wanted to look his best for you.

Ara reached out her hand to help but Hyungu leaned away. "it's okay, i can do it by myself".

Ara rolled her eyes and flicked Hyungu's forehead. "yeah but you can't see yourself, i can. here squat down abit, you have to look extra handsome for you girlfriend! after bumping into you, the least i could do is help you look presentable".

Hyungu hesitated but squatted for abit and tilted his head for Ara to help. Ara fixed Hyungu's hair and patted his hair for the last step.

"all done! now go impress your pretty girlfriend!"

Hyungu grinned cheekily at the thought of you and thanked Ara before heading towards the classroom.

and that was when the harsh break up happened.

a tear fell down your face as you finished listening to his explanation.

"it was all just a misunderstanding! and i totally understand you, i should have been more careful. i really really like you, y/n. i was sincere for all those months. you heard Ara the other day right? i didn't date anyone at all after you. thoughts about you occupied my mind 24/7. i wanted to reach out to you but.. you blocked me on all platforms. i came to your house a few times but your mother said you didn't want to meet anyone. the next time i visited, you already went to Japan. i tried asking your close friends on how to contact you but, they didn't like me so they didn't help me at all. they said i didn't deserve to talk to you anymore because i hurt you. so i waited for fate to bring us back together. and that night, when i saw your face after so long, i felt so happy".

more tears flowed down your face. Hyungu wiped them away with his thumb as he felt himself tearing up too.

"i'm..... i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry" was all you managed to say to Hyungu as you started sobbing into his chest. Hyungu hugged you as he rubbed your back.

"can we go back to our happy moment, y/n? i missed you so much." Hyungu whispered as he sniffed.

you pulled yourself away from Hyungu and rubbed your eyes before cupping Hyungu's face with one of your hands. you carressed his face gently with your thumb and shook your head.

"that was all 4 years ago, Hyungu. we can never go back to those happy time. things aren't the same anymore"

Hyungu frowned and leaned into your palm. "then we can start over. things don't have to be the same. i just want to be with you again".

you let his face go. "my feelings for you are not the same anymore, Hyungu. how can we start over if my heart is already closed?"

"you're lying." Hyungu said as his voice trembled.

you chuckled bitterly. "i'm sorry for hurting you Hyungu. i really am. i just, want to focus on building up my career now. i was offered a job back at Japan and i don't want to lose this opportunity. i can't afford to be distracted by relationships. i can't accept your feelings like how i accepted them in highschool. i have other commitments to focus on now. i'm...sorry"

Hyungu clutched onto his chest as he felt nothing but pain in his heart.

you slowly walked away from Hyungu but was stopped by Hyungu's soft voice.

"i won't disturb you anymore but i just want to know one thing. do you hate me?".

you gulped and took a deep breath before turning around to look at his pained face.

"of course not, Hyungu. i will never hate you."

Hyungu gave a small smile despite tears falling down his face non-stop.

"thank you y/n".

you turned away as your feet quickly led you back to your house. you ran up to your room and locked your door before breaking down fully.

you buried your face in between your knees as your sobs echoed in the room.

*you don't deserve to talk to me? i'm the ONE who doesn't deserve to talk to you, Hyungu* you thought.

Hyungu was so gentle and kind to you, he loved you so much but just because of your insecurity, you ruined everything.

you didn't even let him explain things back then and said hurtful words to him. and yet he continued liking you and wanting to clear up the misunderstanding even after years of not meeting each other.

you didn't deserve such a kind person. you didn't deserve his love. you were embarrassed to even face Hyungu now after knowing the truth.

you hated yourself for again escaping from reality. you contacted Harin, asking for the job process to be quickened.

*this will make me forget about him. this will help me forget about him* you chanted and fell asleep from the exhaustion of crying and from the pain in your heart for lying to Kang Hyungu.

a/n: how was it? haha i hope yall enjoyed the roller coaster ride!

#onewe #onewe kang hyungu #onewe kanghyun #onewe hyungu #onewe imagines #kang hyungu imagines #kanghyun imagines #onewe angst #kang hyungu angst #kanghyun angst

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supernatural-jackles · 5 years ago

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The Man on the Side of the Road - Part 4

Title: The Man on the Side of the Road - Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,473

Warnings: Anxiety, Minor Angst, Fluff, Ketch, Mentions of Cheating.

Summary: Driving down the road, going well over the speed limit. You come across a man walking in the opposite direction with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His head cast down as he walked. Your gut instinct is telling you to check on this man, no matter what your parents told you growing up. Little did you know just how much this would change your life.

The Man on the Side of the Road - Masterlist

Square Filled: College AU ( @spndeanbingo)

A/N: Part 4! I have a feeling you might be a little mad towards the end! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy reading!

You lay in your bed, your hands resting on either side of your body as you stared up at the ceiling. You had been awake for hours. Your mind not quite shutting off to give you that sense of peace and calm that you needed. You didn’t want to get out of bed. You didn’t want to face the day ahead. You felt this heaviness in your chest that you knew was here to stay for the day. This time, you couldn’t even knock it down to first day jitters. Your nerves had nerves. This wasn’t just the first day of school. This was the first day you showed your face after Ketch destroyed you. Not that anyone knew that.

You knew you had to get out of bed sooner rather than later. You needed to get a start on breakfast. You were awake early enough that you could have a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. You could catch the morning cartoons, and give yourself some time to calm down before you had to leave. You only had three classes today and they were spread out throughout the day. They weren’t the most difficult either. You finished the day at five forty-five and Dean was picking you up just after six so you could go out to dinner. That was the only thing you were going to focus on for the day. Dinner with Dean. He was on your side and that was what mattered the most. You could get through the day. You weren’t completely alone.

It would have been a million times harder for you if you were alone. All your friends were friends with Ketch, and Jo. Everyone knew everything about each other. You were all part of the same friend group and now that you were on the outs, you weren’t going to have any of the people you had before. Hell, your own best friend was the one who slept with your now ex. Having Dean in your life was a blessing. You may have been his reason to keep fighting, but little did he know, he was your reason to keep your head up.

After you swam around yesterday afternoon, you made dinner together. You stuck with a simple rice and chicken dinner, and Dean even offered to barbecue it. You stayed in the for the rest of the night and watched Clueless, and half of The Blind Side before you got tired. Dean didn’t care what you watched. He was interested nonetheless. You did say that he could pick the next movie for movie night. It was nice to have someone there to watch the movie with you.

You kicked off the comforter, knowing full well the day wasn’t going to start from where you were. You threw on a lighter summer robe that you kept at the end of the bed before emerging from your room. Your feet dragged on the floor as you made your way to the kitchen. You turned the coffee brewer on first, then grabbed a bowl for your Cheerios. You were like a walking zombie. You had no energy to do anything.

You had everything you needed in your hands as you headed to the tv area. You took your respective seat on the couch. You noticed that your blanket from last night had been moved to the back of the couch. Dean must have cleaned up after you went to bed. He had a habit of double checking everything after you turned in. He certainly made you feel safe in your home.

“Morning sunshine,” Dean greeted you gruffly. You turned your head to find him standing there with a bowl of cereal in one hand, and his mug of coffee in the other. His hair was sticking up five different directions. His eyes still glossed over with the remnants of sleep. He was clad in a fitted t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Mornin’,” you yawned.

“This your usual routine before school?” He questioned as he took a seat right next to you.

“No. I’m uh - actually nervous about today, and I need a bit of a distraction,” you admitted. For the first time, you didn’t feel guilty about telling the truth about how you were feeling. You knew he was going to understand. He was the one who had stuck by you the last month. “How did you sleep?”

“Eh, okay. I got a couple of hours in. Had a nightmare, actually,” he revealed. It was the first time he flat out told you about something like that. You took that as a good sign that he trusted you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You offered him, looking at him with sad eyes.

“Just - seeing my dad die over again,” he shared. You noticed he was staring down at his bowl, not looking up at the tv or you for that matter. “It’s hard.”

“I can’t even imagine how horrible that is, Dean. I’m sorry you have to see it over and over again, ” you breathed out. You leaned forward, placing your bowl of cereal on the table. You then reached over to grab Dean’s coffee and cereal, doing the very same. He looked at you in confusion for a moment. You moved over and wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Your lips curled up when he hugged you back. “If it ever gets to be too much, you know where my room is. You can wake me up if you need to. Nightmares are a bitch.”

“Thanks Y/N. I needed that,” he half smiled, releasing you. You both grabbed your bowl of cereal and continued to eat. You liked that he was sitting here with you, munching away at his fruit loops.

You managed to find a good channel with lots of morning cartoons on. The classics. Scooby Doo, Bugs Bunny, The Flintstones. It was a better start to the day and you could see by the look on Dean’s face that he agreed with you. Cartoons always cheered you up, whether it was tv or movies.

“I really don’t want to go to school today,” you confessed. “I don’t want to see his face, or hers. I don’t want the questions. I don’t want to hear the lies he’s told everyone. I don’t want any of the drama that is sure to come with it.”

“You know, you’re the toughest chick I know,” he started. “You decided what was best for you when you walked away from him. When you saw that he was cheating on you. You know how many people forgive someone they’ve been with for so long for doing that? You know you deserve better than to be treated like that. It will say a lot about him if he’s fed people stories and even more so if he’s got her by his side. He’s settling for much less. She’s merely nothing but a rebound. A quick lay. He’ll be done with her in a couple of months when the sex is too vanilla for him, and she want a ring like you got. You’ll be sitting there watching the whole thing unfold, happy you got out in the knick of time. Trust me, you’re way too good for Ketch.”

“It’s just hard to think about. He was a big part of my life for three years. I know full well he can be a dick, and this whole situation proves it.” You started. “Ketch knows how to get exactly what he wants, and I’m sure you know that too.”

“Unfortunately yes, I do know that,” he stated. “You’d think that people would understand that by now. If he can’t get out of something. I’m sure his parents will get him out of it.”

“Hell, or my mom for that matter. Guarantee you that my mother is spinning this as a mental breakdown. I’m sure she’s telling people that the wedding is just postponed. Anything to make her look good.”

“Your mom is the last thing you should worry about. It’s very clear that she isn’t the one who raised you” he started. “You are polar opposites from what I could tell.”

“You have no idea,” you whispered. “So you went to school with Ketch?”

“Yeah, he was in my grade. We had a couple of classes together. Stayed back after graduation from what I remember. Although, I didn’t know why at first. He had one of the highest GPAs in our class. You know as well as I do that his parents are filthy rich, and he doesn’t exactly need a college degree to get a job when his parents have him set for life. I soon found out he stuck around to get younger girls.”

“So you’re twenty-seven if I remember correctly?” You questioned.

“Yeah.”

“I’m twenty-five,” you swallowed hard. He gave you a knowing look. “Everyone told me what he was like growing up. He was different when he was with me. That’s why I was with him for so long. We had our issues, but he was never like people told me he was. Not towards me anyways. Not at first.”

“He’s a dick. Simple as that. I’m glad you didn’t marry him,” he smiled at you. “You deserve way better than him.”

“Thanks Dean. You made me feel a little better about going,” you mentioned. “Makes me wonder if any of my friends are going to talk to me.”

“If they are your friends, then they will,” he told you. “You’re going to kick today in the ass. Then, we’re going out to dinner, and when we get home, we’re going to make some pie.”

“I like that plan,” you nodded with a smile.

You figured it would be easiest for Dean to take your car, and drop you off at school rather than the other way around. He was the one who needed it more than you did. He used it everyday to get to work anyways. You were at school until he picked you up. You were ready just before nine. Dean was waiting for you by the front door, a smile playing on his lips. You could do this. You could make it through the day.

He played with the radio before taking off down the street. You wondered if any of the neighbors noticed that you had a guy living with you now, and Ketch wasn’t around anymore. You wondered if they judged you the same way your mom surely were. Ketch never lived in your house with you because he didn’t like how small it was compared to his million dollar mansion. It didn’t matter much to you what anyone really thought of you. Especially the strangers. But you knew somehow, someway, that was going to change after today.

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the college in no time, cutting the engine. You saw people heading towards the building, and sitting outside beneath the trees and at the tables. You couldn’t help but search for the ones you knew; the ones you called your friends. That nervous feeling settling in once more. Your stomach becoming uneasy.

“You’ve got this, Y/N,” he stated. “You are going to get through today. I’m just a phone call away. I will even come visit on my lunch break if you want me to.”

“Thanks Dean. I’ll text you throughout the day,” you nodded. “I’ll see you later on.”

“You will,” he reassured you. Dean brought his hand up, holding his pinky out to you. The morning routine. You smiled softly, linking your pinky with his. “Promise.”

“Have a good day, Dean,” you winked as you released his pinky. You pushed the car door open, stepping out. You kept your bag at your side, giving Dean one last goodbye before taking off.

The campus was huge, and that was one of the things that originally reeled you into this college in the first place. Lots of places to study. You just wanted somewhere that you could stay for long hours and avoid going home to your mom. She didn’t want you to go far. This was the furthest you could go. Far enough that she couldn’t control every aspect of your life.

You kept your head held high as you walked to the North building where your first class of the day was being held. English Lit. A continuation of last year's course, just different books. You knew you had this class with Ketch. You were going to be damned if he even tried to sit near you.

You stopped off at the coffee cart outside the building, wanting to make sure you had something to get you through the hour and a half long lesson. Tea was always your go to, and this morning’s choice was peppermint. The only flavour they had left. You handed over the guy a five, telling him to keep the change. You had twenty minutes until class started. You needed to get a good seat.

You were the second one in the large room. There was a huge screen at the front of the classroom, and a projector in the middle. You figured this was going to be a big class. That meant it would be much harder for Ketch to talk to you.

You brought out your laptop, opening it up on the desk. You wanted to be prepared for this lesson. You liked to record lectures so you could go back on them. You needed to ace this semester. You needed to get out of here. Maybe move out of town and get away from your mom for good. Maybe you’d be lucky and Dean would come with you.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” a female voice filled your ears. “You’re okay!”

“Hi Ruby,” you breathed out, giving her a weak smile. God, please don’t let anyone else be with her.

“You haven’t answered any of my texts after the wedding. I thought you were dead!” she frowned, bringing her hand up to your head. “What happened? Did you get cold feet?”

“No,” you shook your head. You weren't sure if she already knew what happened. Or if she knew way before, and Ketch had been cheating for much longer than just that one time, like he said it was. After all, all the girls that were at your supposed wedding were friends. You were a group. You didn’t want to run the risk of telling her something, and then have her blabbering back to Jo. “Honestly, I just don’t want to talk about it. I just want to finish school, and move on with my life.”

“Jo said that you never showed up,” she told you. “Did you not-”

“Ruby! Please,” you begged. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Y/N, I am one of your best friends. You’re the only one that knows that I slept with Garth that night after one too many tequila shots. You’re the only one I trust out of our entire group of friends. Not Jo, not Anna, or Suzy. None of them.”

“I saw Jo and Ketch,” you muttered. “In the dressing room before the wedding. I saw them together.”

“Like-”

“He was on top of her,” you confirmed.

“She - she was with him on your wedding day?” she gasped, her jaw going slack.

“I don’t know how long it’s been going on, but it certainly didn’t look like the first time,” you shrugged. “That’s why I left.”

“He didn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated, Y/N. You’ll find someone so much better than him one day,” she assured you. “Your mom was pissed when you didn’t show up. I thought she was going to explode. Although your dad wasn’t concerned.”

“My mom didn’t come by until yesterday. Her and Ronald still went on their vacation. My dad knew. I texted him when I got in the car to leave,” you told her. “Doesn’t matter anymore. Jo can fuck Ketch all she wants. I’m not going to let either of them ruin the rest of my life.”

“How are you not upset about it? You were with him for three years?” she questioned. “I know you guys had your issues, but I still thought you guys were endgame. Are you okay? Do you need someone to talk to about it?”

“I’m dealing with it in my own way, Ruby. But I’m not going to cry over him anymore. Like you said, we’ve had our issues,” you swallowed hard. “I can’t let him ruin my life because I wasn’t what he wanted. The sooner I move on from it, the better.”

The class was filling up, and much to your liking, Ruby took the seat next to you. You typed away on your computer. You just had to make sure everything was all ready for the class to start. The professor was getting everything set up at the front of the class. You looked up for a split second, and you swore, your heart stopped. Ketch walked in the classroom with Jo behind him. You really thought you could have handled it after your talk with Dean. But seeing them together a month after you were supposed to marry him. It was a really hard pill to swallow. Were they together? With the smile on his face, it made you wonder if they were a thing. It didn’t matter to you, you repeated to yourself. You were better off without them in your life.

Your phone buzzed on the desk, causing your eyes to flick downwards. Dean’s name was the first thing you saw. Just like that, Ketch didn’t matter at all. Dean spent the morning reassuring you that today was going to be a good day. Ketch was a dick and he didn’t deserve a single ounce of love you poured into the relationship. He didn’t love you, and he wasn’t going to get the satisfaction of a reaction from you. He didn’t deserve you.

“Who’s Dean?” Ruby whispered with a smirk playing on her lips.

“New friend I made a couple of weeks ago. He’s my roommate,” you told her. “He’s a really nice guy.”

“Is he cute?” she played, wiggling her eyebrows. She would ask something like that, you thought to yourself with a smile.

“Yes,” you nodded. “He’s really cute. But don’t get any ideas. I just got out of a three year relationship. We’re roommates and friends, that’s it.”

“But you’d sleep with him?”

“Ruby!”

“What? With the smile on your face when he texted you, sure as hell was a more than a friend smile,” she teased.

“Oh shut up.”

*Hope your class is going good. My uncle Bobby gave me something today. Can’t wait to show you later*

The class went by quicker than you expected it to. The professor just went over the little things you were going to be doing throughout the semester. It seemed pretty straight forward, and easy enough for you to keep up with. It certainly helped having Ruby there so you’d have someone to study with.

When the class was over, you both packed up your stuff and headed out the doors. Ruby was heading to her next class, which started in half an hour. You had an hour until your next class and you were going to spend the time wandering around the campus. You had the time to reply to Dean’s text. You couldn’t help but wonder what his uncle gave him. Either way, you were happy he was doing good.

The day flew by fast. By the time you looked, it was nearly six and you would be seeing Dean very soon. You managed to avoid Jo and Ketch for most of the day. Neither one of them seemed to notice you, or look in your direction. As far as you know anyways. You had to admit, you felt a little better after talking to Ruby. It was nice to know she was on your side too. For the time being anyways. Either way, it didn’t matter all that much. At the end of the day, you had Dean and he wasn’t going to up and leave you. You had a feeling he was sticking around for the long haul. He was your friend.

Dean was parked in the same spot as he was this morning to drop you off. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him sitting in the front seat of your car. You had been looking forward to dinner with him all day. You didn’t care where you went, just that you were going with him.

“Hey handsome,” you greeted him as you opened the car door.

“Hey to you, pretty girl,” he smiled widely. “How was your day?”

“Not bad,” you told him. “Happy to be free for the rest of the night. How was yours?”

“Good. You ready to see what my uncle gave me?”

“Hell yes! Is it cool?” you questioned.

“Really cool,” he teased. He peeled out of the parking lot, heading down the same streets he took to get to work in the morning. He was really comfortable behind the wheel of a car from what you could tell. He went a little over the speed limit at best. Not enough to get him pulled over. He had his music playing. You wondered what exactly it could be. Was it at the body shop? Was it at his Uncle’s place? It had to be something to do with his family. After all, it was from his Uncle.

Eventually he turned into the parking lot of the garage, parking by the entrance. You got out with him. Dean motioned for you to follow him around the back of the shop. The path around back wasn’t paved and pretty rough as you walked. Lots of rocks of all sizes. You could see it in the way he was walking that he was pretty excited to show you.

“Ta-da!” he pointed towards what looked like a car. It had very clearly been in a car accident. There wasn’t much left of it for it to be even close to working. It had to be a write off.

“It’s a car?” you guessed.

“This was my dad’s,” he started. “This is the car he got in the accident with. Bobby told me that if I could fix it up, I could have it when it’s done. I mean, yeah it needs a lot of work. I have the tools here. I just need to order the materials which I have access to. I just gotta save some money off every paycheck and I’ll have enough.”

“How much do you reckon this will cost?” you asked him.

“Quite a bit. It’s a 67 impala. But it’s a part of my dad. I grew up with the car. It means a lot to me,” he stated. “If I start this week, I could have it done by November. I’m sure Bobby has some parts around here already that I can use.”

“I think that’s really great, Dean. it was really nice of your Uncle to keep it around,” you commented. “I know absolutely nothing about cars, so I won’t be much help. But I can give you some money towards it.”

“No, it’s okay, Y/N,” he shook his head. “He said I can come down on Sunday’s to work on it. If you have homework or something, maybe you could work on it here while I work on the car?”

“Sounds like a good plan,” you agreed. “You better let me drive her when she’s finished.”

“Of course. Only you though. Best friend privilege,” he winked.

“I’m honoured,” you giggled.

Dean took you to another diner that wasn’t too far from the last one. He wanted you to try something a little different this time. Expand your taste buds, as he said. You could see that Dean was doing much better than he was a couple of weeks ago. He didn’t seem as preoccupied as he was before. He smiled more often, and his laugh seemed to be sincere. You wondered if maybe it was because he felt less alone. You spent quite a bit of time together, and you were growing closer and closer by the day. You just wanted him to tell you one day that he didn’t want to end his life. That the thoughts had subsided. He said they get worse at night when he’s alone. You held hope that one day, he was going to be okay again.

“Alright, the fries are the best here. I know you said you love fries and can’t say no,” he chuckled.

“Wow!” you let out a laugh. “A man that actually listens.”

“Hey! I pay attention,” he argued playfully. “It’s not that hard.”

“Tell that to the rest of your gender,” you smirked. “Alright, fries and what else?”

“I think you’ll like the steak and cheese sandwich. It’s pretty good,” he suggested. “It’s one of my favourites. The cheese melts perfectly on the steak every time.”

“I’m trusting you here,” you pointed at him with a knowing smile.

“Have I given you a reason not to?”

“No, you haven’t,” you smiled.

The waitress came over to you, taking your orders quickly. It was on the busier side. Most people got off work at six, and you knew a lot of classes finished around then too. Everyone had the same idea as you and Dean did, clearly. The booths were filling up, so was the counter. This had to be a good restaurant if it was this busy, you thought to yourself. You were glad you got here when you did.

You and Dean decided to share the fries, because you knew you’d eat them all and have no room for pie when you got home later. You couldn’t get the thoughts out of your head. Ruby’s words were ringing in your ears. Dean was cute, and not to mention, he was really nice to you. Your face lit up when you got the text from him, and he certainly made you forget everything that went down in the last couple of weeks. For the most part at least. Dean was a great guy, and he deserved a lot better. You knew you couldn’t be any more than friends with him. Even if you were to develop stronger feelings than you already had. You always had a thing for guys that needed help. That was your type. He was your type, the more you thought about it. Dating was out of the question. You had no idea why it had even crossed your mind, and so soon at that. You literally just got out of a relationship. You didn’t need to put yourself in another one. No matter how hot the guy was. Now wasn’t the right time.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts. The hair on your arms stood up and you swore that your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Ketch.”

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Ally x Cordelia X Reader (Part 3)

So I haven't written this in a while but I'm excited. I didn't reread it in full so I hope it makes sense. Also, I think this is longer than the other two parts.

Summary: The three of you have had your fair share of troubles but what will happen when all your pasts’ come to for the foreground.

Warning: N/A

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four (will be added when posted)

I can see the headlines now, “Senator Allyson Mayfair killed Ex-Wife.”

Ally stared at the local online newspaper report about her accusing her of murdering her Ex-wife, listing some recent evidence that had surfaced supporting the case. She couldn’t take the threats as just that anymore. This person is ruining her reputation in the public's eye. It wasn’t long until now that these accusations will need to be addressed and if they find out the truth, that they were true.

Without a moment's hesitation, she picked up her cell phone and dialled up your phone, knowing you would do her odd request without thinking twice. She needed you to pick up Oz from school that instant, to ensure that he doesn’t accidentally hear the claims. She wished for you to keep her offline until she got home. He was allowed to do whatever he wanted as long as the both of you stayed in the house and kept off the internet. This resulted in the two of you playing on your old Nintendo Wii that you wired up onto your office monitor.

Little did the two know that the girlfriend in charge of the school had received dozens of phone calls about the news reports, parents questioning if their children were safe and benefactors questioning if their money would be better spent elsewhere. Cordelia assured them that all matters will be dealt with and assured them that the students were safe at the school as they have always been.

Cordelia came down to inform you of what’s been happening when she spotted Oz with you. What she was going to say, now put on pause until the boy was out of earshot.

“What game are you two playing?” Cordelia asked as if it wasn’t obvious that they were playing Mario kart. Oz answered the question, momentary taking his attention off the game allowing you to get past his cart and gain first place. Oz huffed, claiming that it wasn’t far, but you laughed and said he was making up excuses.

“Y/N, can I speak to you for a moment?”

“Sure thing De. Oz you pick the next game,” You said tossing your controller onto your cushioned desk chair. The boy perched on the edge of the medical cot jumped off the bed and shuffled through the box of games you’d brought down from the attic. “Take your time, I’ll be back in a second.” He acknowledged what you said before continuing to search for the best two player game he could bet you at.

Your girlfriend escorted you out of the room, shutting the door behind the both of you.

“What’s up?”

“Oz is home early,” Cordelia stated.

“What? Did he ruin your idea of a mid-day make out session?” You kidded. You caught that Cordelia didn’t play back. Your first response was, “Ally asked me to pick him up-”

“I came to inform you that I’ve been receiving phone calls all day from worried parents-”

“And?”

“A news article has come out accusing Ally of killing her ex.”

“Did she?” Cordelia remained quiet. All that the blonde had been told was that the woman (Ally’s ex) was out of the both of their lives. “I mean if she did it wouldn’t change much-”

“How's that?”

“All the school's staff have either killed or sent someone to their death. Zoe’s killed; Queenie’s killed. Some of our students find out that their witches after someone gets in the crossfire. We’re all as bad if not worse. Ally seems like the type to have a reason and I’d like to hear it- again, assuming the accusations correct.”

Cordelia couldn’t argue with that, you were right. The possibility of Ally killing someone did throw Cordelia for a loop, she’d never expected something like that from the woman and she would have liked to have known for in case something like this accord. There wasn’t much they could do now except wait for Ally to come home and explain everything.

“I’ll make sure no one brings it up in the school and organise a time for us all to sit down and talk about it.”

“Maybe after Oz has gone to bed.” Cordelia hummed at the idea, her mind flicking through a list of ideas to sort this out. “I don’t want to be a worrywart but what if they want to investigate and take Oz away from her-”

“Then he can stay with us.” Ally didn’t have any external family besides Oz and school. Her marriage didn’t go down well with either Allyson’s or Ivy’s parents causing them to cut ties completely. “However, Ally might have to go away for a bit. If it gets serious, she won’t be able to be around the school without causing drama.” You hated to imagine a world where you couldn’t be with the two people you love. But sacrifices had to be made.

“Let's hope it doesn't come down to that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I have to go back inside.”

“I’ll let you go.” Cordelia pulled you in for a quick peck, but you wanted more. You pulled her into a long kiss.

You both missed the door open. “Eww~” Oz whined. The two of you pulled apart, the both of you chuckling. “Gross.”

“Well now that we’re done scarring the kid, wanna join us?”

“I can’t, I have to deal with work stuff,” Cordelia cleared her throat trying to hint at what she was talking about without saying it in front of the boy.

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” you said. You mouthed to her, “Everything will be alright.”

She mouthed back, “I know.”

At the end of the day, the safety of the coven was her number one concern, if her love life got in the way of the safety of her girls then she’d have to let go of love. Ally wasn’t a witch, not that she wasn’t any less a member of the school, no one thought twice about her presence, some of the students assumed that she too was a witch just didn’t perform magic in front of them for whatever reason. It would devastate all if she’d get torn away from the others and you knew for a fact that some of the girls would do anything to get her back, if not for themselves than their headmistress and you.

Time flew by as the two of you played Super smash bros, you never noticed it was almost dinner time until one of the students came to fetch you. You and Oz spoke about his friend James and all the games he owned.

“Can we get one?” Oz said after talking about all the games he played at his friend’s house on the newest Nintendo console.

“A Nintendo Switch?” Oz nodded. “I don’t know how your mum will feel about that.” He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. “I suppose, if we say it’s mine, she can’t stop me from buying it.” He cheered and thanked you. You chuckled at his reaction and said, “Don’t get too excited, I haven’t bought it yet.”

The knocking on the office door snapped you out of your gaming groove. The door opened revealing said student who came to get you for dinner. Before you could ask her if she were alright, she told you the meal would be served in five and you’d be dining alone tonight. You rose your brow but remained silent. What was Cordelia up to?

After packing up the game, the two of you headed to the dining room where you met said student from before. She had to be the most inexpressive person you’d ever met. She informed you that your meal would be served in the kitchen on the circular table. Oz looked at her confused, him too wondering why you were eating elsewhere from the other stuff and students. Oz complained, wanting to talk to you some more but you told him that you can chat after. You truthfully didn’t know if you would, confused on why you were being isolated from the rest. You didn’t mind the silence at first, it was peaceful until the noise from the dining room picked up. Then you felt like you were missing out on something. You were halfway through your plate when someone sat down. You were two focused on the plate and your own thoughts that you didn’t bother to look up at who it was.

“I thought I was dining alone,” you said picking up a piece of salad. You looked up to find Ally sitting in front of you. “I thought you were going to be Cordelia.”

“I haven’t spoken to her yet. How dead am I?”

“Not as dead as your wife.”

“Y/n-"

“She wants to talk about it later,” you paused. “Did you?”

“Would it change the way you see me?” That’s a yes then.

“No.”

“Yes. I promise I had no ill intent-” You scoffed at the ‘ill intent’. “I was protecting my family.” You stopped immediately. Family?

“How so? By killing one of your own? Did she try and hurt Oz or something?”

“Indirectly, but yes. It’s best if I wait until Cordelia’s here.”

“Will be she be dinning us too?”

“I thought she would be dinning already.”

“She’s probably caught up with work. You’ve been quite the buzz as of late, everyone wants to give their two sense about you.”

“People really care that much?”

“Your rumour is bad for 'business', as it were. Founders and parents are calling up complaining. It probably won’t stop until we come up with a solution to save your reputation.”

“We?”

“You’re one of us now. As long as you associate with us, you’re protected under this coven.” Your words comfort Ally. She knows that you didn’t just mean her but her son as well.

“Thank you for picking up Oz, again. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Your welcome.” You sat in silence for a few tossing and turning over something you wanted to repeat Ally. “I wanted to repeat something I said to Cordelia earlier, all staff here have been partially involved in someone’s death. It’s not uncommon for death to happen in our coven and as long as you follow our one rule, you’re fine with us.” You didn’t say murder in case someone was eavesdropping. [The one rule, don’t (purposely) kill a witch or warlock in the coven.]

“Have you?” She knew Cordelia had, she told her that she was forced to burn Myrtle. A woman that all the staff members were fond of, but Cordelia wasn’t allowed to bring back due to being requested not to.

“Hmm?”

“Killed anyone?”

You glanced down at your plate. You spoke in the quietest voice, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Ally left it alone. It surprised her even more than it did with Cordelia to learn that you killed someone. You were a doctor, your amendment to help people, you’ve dedicated your life to helping the sick. You had a gift and you used it for the greater good. A part of her hoped it was just a mistake while operating, you had been a surgeon for a while or at least so she had heard. You’d bounced around positions in the hospital so many times, she can’t remember what you did and for how long. If an accident caused you this much grief, then she wished you shot someone.

The two’s silence was interrupted by the clinking of high heels on the floor.

“Delia?” Ally guessed. She’d be the only one not eating now so you gave a weak nod. A few seconds later you spotted the woman at the archway. She got a sense for the room, noticing your uncomfortableness immediately. She put it down to the other woman who had spun around on the Supreme’s arrival. “Cordelia.”

“Allyson.” Ally cursed under her breath.

“Y/n.” You turned your attention to your girlfriend. You hummed. “What are you doing out eating out here?”

“Didn’t you want me to-” You noticed the confused expression on the blonde’s face. Maybe Ally wanted you to sit out here so she could talk to without her son around and before Cordelia got to her.

“After you're both done dinner, I want you in my office,” She announced.

“What about you? Are you going to have dinner?”

“I’ll have it later.” She was gone a second later.

“Well I better tell Oz I want be playing video games with him tonight.”

You left your dinner and left to speak to Ally’s son.

In Cordelia’s office, Ally told you both the events leading up to the murder of her ex-wife Ivy. At the time of the 2016 presidential election, Ally’s phobias resurfaced. However, Ally avoids taking her medication and suffers a series of hallucinations in the form of a group of clowns intending to kill her. When the hallucinations happen again at The Butchery on Main, Ivy realizes that Ally is not taking her medication and forces her to take them. She goes on about their replacement babysitter, a woman named Winter Anderson and the murder of Ally and her Ex’s friends Tom and Marilyn Chang. She went on about clown attacks and how she accidentally shot Pedro, a Mexican staff member at her work. This was seen as a racially motivated homicide throughout her suburb in Michigan. She managed to clear her name. She found out her wife was in the cult terrorising the town (which Ally joined). Ally tells them how she poisons Ivy with arsenic in order to have Oz all to herself. She talked up until she and Oz moved to New Orleans, she got job as Senator and met Cordelia and later you.

Cordelia took a second to take in the story she had heard, trying to imagine pain and stress Ally went through to keep Oz safe. She did not know what she would do if she was in her boat. Cordelia was content with the story. “We need to figure out who brought this back to the surface.”

“I don’t have any enemies that would know about any of that, all the ex-cult members are dead.”

“Yet someone is after you,” you said.

“Whoever they are, they are sending me letters in parts”

“The letter you got the other day, was that one of them?” Ally nodded. “Do you still have them?”

“Destroyed them.”

“Nothing Is destroyed when you live with a group of witches.”

“The first would be at the garage tip by now.”

“Do you remember what they said?” You said. Ally nodded. You fetched a notepad and pen, “Good, write them down. And Ally, next time you get one show us, we might be able to use it to track the person down.” Ally silently agreed.

It didn’t take long for the next one to show up. It was only the next day. Ally didn’t bother going into work.

Your job would be over and your girlfriends’ couldn’t keep you around the school could they? A murder would wreck the school’s reputation.

The three stood around the opened letter. Ally in the desk chair and the other two peering over her shoulders.

"They know about you," Ally said to you. You were lost in my head, trying to figure out who would know. To the best of your knowledge, only the schoolgirls knew even how much Oz knew was questionable. As far as you were aware you were just an extremely close friend of his mother's.

"Impossible," Cordelia said. They had all made sure no one knew- mainly due to the short time you'd been going out and due to your age difference. Also, the fact that you had been a student here and people might make horrible and untrue comments about your girlfriend. And not to being on how the public would think if the polyamorous relationship.

"Have you told any-"

"No! No one knows except our girls. You don't think-"

"Couldn't be," Cordelia said.

"Should we track it?" You asked Cordelia.

"We should think through it carefully first," Ally added her two cents. "We don't know who we are dealing with or if it's a trap and the world knows that this is a witch school so they may have taken extra precautions."

"Y/n,"

"Hmm~"

"Set aside materials for a tracking spell."

You gathered all the materials you needed, including the letter they handed over to you after they had photocopied it for evidence. They trusted you to put it aside somewhere safe, unbeknownst to them, you had different plans. You’d performed the spell yourself and 7 hours later you found yourself in Atlanta, Georgia, standing outside the Delphi Trust building.

You had learned about this corporation a long time ago, only learning of the dirty truth behind it in the last 18 months. The Delphi Trust was an asset management company that served as a front for an ancient order of witch hunters that were known for using blessed silver bullets to kill witches. As far as you're aware, the company no longer was associated with witch hunting after the previous owners were murdered in the middle of a meeting. But with all sources pointing to the letter’s origins coming from here, what you thought was wrong.

You should have turned back or notified Cordelia your findings but you already snuck out and you knew she would only scold you and tell you to wait until you had back up. Your phone was bound to have 100 missed calls and messages. She’d probably be begging one of the tech savvy students to help her track down your phone's GPS signal.

Adjusting your bandana to ensure it covered the lowered part of your face, you teleported past the front doors. You flinched expecting motion sensors to go off, but nothing sounded, almost as if they anticipated your arrival.

You scoured the building for anything interesting. No one was on the premise which raised more alarms in your head. It was overly a trap and you knew it was possible passing one of these corners could send a silver bullet straight through you. Killing you would be easy; they could explain it as trespassing and it would be as good as done. They wouldn’t mess with Ally and the coven if they wanted to shoot you. Maybe they wouldn’t shoot you because you aren’t Ally, who the threat was targeted for, they could be expecting her. That wouldn’t explain the security system.

You reached a room lined with office desks and seating. All desks had personal items assigned to whoever’s desk it was, photos of people and their families, to go cups left on the occasional desk and the level of organization shifted from table to table.

One desk stood out, rested on the table was a brown archive box with the lid removed. It was the type of box that people pack their belongings in when they get fired in tv shows. It strikes you as odd, so you crept closer to survey its contents.

Inside was a knitted baby blanket. You cocked your brow, removing the blanket from the box. You played with the fabric in your hands as you unfolded it. It was as if it had been drowned in fabric softener for years. As you moved the fabric about, you noticed the name Odelia embroidered in ribbon on it. You traced the lettering with your finger before casting your eyeline down to the box.

Underneath were the blanket once was, a wedding band and a note sat. You slipped the ring into your pocket before choosing to read the note. Happy anniversary. “Shit!” You swore as you dropped the card, glancing around to see if anyone was around. You searched the person's desk finding no personal items. “Fucking god.” You slammed your hands into the desk, eyeing the box once more. Whoever planned this, expected you’d be the one to come. Whoever did this knew more about you than you’d like. Worse part of all of this, you didn’t find out who was troubling Ally. All you knew is she wasn’t the main target, or at least only.

You grabbed the blanket and dashed out of the building, missing the message on the other side of the note. See you soon x.

#ally mayfair richards x reader #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia x reader #cordelia foxx x reader

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yarnings · 6 years ago

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Avuncular Advice

Whoo hoo! I’ve made a second update! On time even. Of course, this exhausts most of what I’ve written for the story, so we’ll see if the third one happens. Let me know what you think.

This is a continuation of Le Tricoteur, as requestedinspired by @missclairebelle‘s comment

Previously

After he closed up the shop that evening, Ian didn’t go straight home. He needed some advice. And so he swung by his aunt and uncle’s house. Letting himself in with the key they gave him when he was 15, he called a greeting.

“Hi Uncle Jamie!”

“Hi Ian. Ye didn’t specify in yer phone call, but I kept some dinner for ye in case ye hadn’t eaten yet.” Ian perked up at the mention of food. Once again, he had forgotten to take a dinner break, and became quite hungry upon being reminded of the fact.

Jamie wasted no time in heating up the food and putting it on the table in front of Ian, who finished removing his outer layers and washing up just in time to eat. While Ian enthusiastically dug into the large plate, Jamie went to the basement stairs and called down to his wife. “Claire, Ian’s here.” A faint reply floated back, and Jamie came to sit with his nephew. “Yer Auntie Claire needs a few minutes to finish up, then she’ll wash herself up and come join us.”

Conscious of the deadline that his aunt’s impending arrival put on matters, Ian looked up from his meal. “Uh, Uncle,” he started.

“Out wi’ it Ian. What’s her name?”

“Uncle Jamie!”

“Given yer love life, I cannot imagine ye’d need to be asking me for advice about sex, so ye’re clearly wanting relationship help.”

After confirming yet again that he didn’t have the ability to set someone on fire just by glaring at them, Ian gave in to his curiosity. “How did ye ken?”

Jamie gave a snort of laughter. “Mmmph. I’ve been an uncle for more than 30 years, Ian. Between you and yer older siblings, I am well aware of what ‘Uh, uncle’ in that tone of voice means."

Ian winced in recognition of the truth of this. “Fine. I met a lass, and I need some advice.”

“I’ll do what I can, Ian, but why are ye asking me? Wouldn’t the lasses in yer Friday night knitting group know better what works? Things have changed since yer Auntie Claire and I got together, and I can’t even offer ye a lass’ perspective. From what ye say this is the sort of thing that gets discussed.”

“Oh, it’s definitely the sort of thing that gets discussed. How did ye think I knew I wanted to ask ye instead of them? I’m not looking for a horror story of a relationship like they end up in. Ye and Auntie Claire have one of the best relationships I can think of. And ye’re easier to talk to than my parents. I don’t have to think about … mmmph. Besides, “ Ian looked down at his plate and dropped to a mumble. “there’s a chance she’ll be back tomorrow. I can’t wait until Friday.”

“Hmmm… have ye tried looking pitiful at her? Like a helpless puppy? I don’t know that getting her attention by getting injured would help unless she’s a doctor like yer aunt is.”

“Uncle Jamie, I don’t know the first thing about her. For all I know she’s a doctor, but I barely got her name. I don’t even know if she’s single, if she’s interested, or even if she likes men.”

At this point Ian’s Aunt Claire emerged from the basement to join the conversation. She gave Ian a hug in passing, and adroitly avoided getting goosed by her husband as she pulled up a chair next to him.

“Ian, tell me you’re not asking your uncle for dating advice. His idea of how to let me know he was interested was to be very courteous and polite about giving me space and not pushing to the point where I apologised three times for taking up his time when I asked him to accompany me to my friend’s wedding so I wouldn’t have to deal with matchmaking. Did you maybe want to ask me instead?”

“Och, Sassenach, that’s no’ fair, he came to me first.”

“And what was our deal? You can handle relationship questions after an actual relationship starts. I handle them until that point.”

“Yer aunt has a point, ye know. Waiting until someone asks ye out isn’t the most useful skill ever. Or the healthiest way of dealing with things.”

“Well, it’s what I did with Emily,” said Ian glumly. “And we know how well that worked out. So listening to Auntie Claire is probably a good idea. Although,” and at this he turned to his aunt. “Ye tend to be a little on the blunt side. Are ye going to be able to tell me what Rachel would find too pushy or creepy?”

“So her name is Rachel?” Jamie jumped in eagerly.

“Yes, uncle. Rachel Hunter. She wanted to get some yarn for her brother, but didn’t know enough to know that she was looking for. She said she’d be back.”

Claire started to look very interested. “I don’t suppose you know her brother’s name?”

“She didn’t say – oh, wait, she did. Denny I think.”

“Ok, I know who we’re talking about. Dr. Hunter is doing his speciality training with us. I think I may have even mentioned your store when he said he knits. And before you ask, no, I am not going to try and play matchmaker. This is the only time I am giving you insider information, and I’m only providing the flow of information in one direction. Ball’s in your court. Rachel moved here with her brother – her job is all remote work anyhow, so it doesn’t matter where she’s based, and they’ve very close since their parents passed away. I’m fairly sure she’s currently single, and Dr. Hunter has referred to an ex-boyfriend, so she’s presumably interested in men. I have no idea if she’s looking for a relationship right now, but I do know that she hasn’t had much of a chance to get to know what there is to do around here, so if you can convince her that the yarn store is the happening place to be I’m sure she’ll be back, and then you can try your Uncle Jamie’s technique. ” She sighed.

“But, Ian, just remember that this isn’t magic, right? No matter how interested she might be in the store, no matter what advice I give you, you can’t force her to like you. We don’t want to see you hurt if you fall in love before there’s a relationship.”

Too late. Ian thought. It wasn’t just how she looked – there was something there, something beyond what he could put his finger on. Sure, he knew that he loved the fact that she had so confidently tried to do something which it turned out she wasn’t ready for, and for how well she’d handled that. But there was something more. With a lightness he didn’t feel, he replied. “No worries. And I will keep in mind that ‘no’ is a valid answer. With most of my customers being women – or recommended by women – I really can’t afford to get a reputation for creeping on women who come into the store.”

Claire got back up and rumpled Ian’s hair. “Well, I’m glad to hear that your feet are still firmly planted on terra firma. Now, I’m heading upstairs to shower. You can get advice from your uncle without him worrying that I’ll lose all interested once he’s revealed his secrets.” The kiss she gave Jamie gave the lie to this cynical view, and Ian discreetly focused on his food again.

Once Claire had gone back upstairs, Jamie and Ian sat in companionable silence for a while again while Ian finished his food.

“Ye ken that ye can’t blame yerself for Emily?” Jamie lifted a hand to forestall Ian’s reflexive disagreement. “I’m not trying to say that ye didn’t make any mistakes. But there were two of ye in that relationship, and she’s the one who left. I understand that she had her reasons, and even if she had stayed and ye two had tried to work at it there’s no guarantee that ye’d have succeeded in the long run. But ye can’t blame yerself for failing at a task ye never got a chance to try.”

Ian thought about what his uncle had said – trying his best to believe it past the lingering hurt from the failure of his first serious relationship.

“But how do I learn from something I never did? I mean, we like to think that we learn from our mistakes, but if it just happened, then what’s to stop it from happening again?”

Jamie glowered at his nephew. “Two things. First, I didn’t say ye didn’t make any mistakes at all. Second, ye can’t guarantee that it won’t. Even if ye had entirely driven Emily away on yer own, and ye had learned from that and could guarantee that it wouldn’t happen again, that doesn’t say anything about making new mistakes. Or guaranteeing that the two of ye are a good match. Ye do yer best, that’s all. Granted, if ye maybe waited until ye were married before ye tried to start a family there might have been less heartbreak. “

Ian returned his own glower, but he had to acknowledge that his uncle had a point. Not that he really thought they should have bothered to get married, but while a discussion about what they were each looking for in the relationship, and where they were going might have resulted in a less traumatic split. Before he had to acknowledge any other unpalatable truths his uncle continued.

“What ye can do is just focus on yer relationship. There’s no guarantees, so don’t worry about trying to make them. Make her, make yer relationship priorities. If there’s a fight, talk about it. Apologise if ye’ve hurt her. Listen to what she needs, and take it seriously. If ye are serious about someone, and ye’re sure that yer life is better with her in it than without, ye need to be prepared to make compromises that ye wouldn’t do for any other reason. And Ian, this is the important part. If she’s not willing to do the same for ye, ye can’t force it. I know that ye want something like what yer parents have, but ye will be happier in the long run if ye wait for the right person, no matter how long ye have to wait.”

Mindful of people’s needs to be up in the morning, Ian left not long afterwards, with admonitions to ask if he needed more advice ringing in his ears. He headed to his flat, amused by the fact that his Uncle still thought that Ian used his parents as relationship inspiration.

#Outlander #Outlander fanfic #fan fiction #Le tricoteur #Yarn store AU #Ian Og/Rachel Hunter #Ian Murray/Rachel Hunter #Ian/Rachel #my work #once again if I have made a huge cultural misstep let me know #I'll try to fix it

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kateahontas · 6 years ago

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JET Program Final Mission

Just a warning that this post is horrifically sappy. Please comment the amount of times you cringed or rolled your eyes and I'll eat a mint chocolate flavoured product for each one.

Matt sent the modems back to Softbank today, so the internet in our apartment is long-gone and that is a real occurrence to cement all the happenings right now.

JET Program Final Mission was on Saturday night. It was a great success in that it was a beautiful time, but it really sucked in terms of having to be a farewell party, meaning that we will be leaving the country and the date is approaching too quickly.

The party was in a fancy hotel in Tachikawa and had a much too expensive price of 7,000 yen per person. We had absolutely no problem with people not being able to justify coming because of the price. A few non-English teachers from my school were present (teachers being present from my school at all that aren’t Kenichi is a huge thing in itself) and that made me tear up, because who knew you could mean anything when you often feel like you don’t?

Matt and I were officially announced and walked into a room of our pals standing and applauding. We were greeted by life-size print-outs of ourselves from our Australian wedding, who we of course got photos with part-way through the celebrations. We were shown to our seats and Party Master gave a few words. He is always self-appointed MC, and it’s definitely the most fitting. Matt and I had to give a speech in Japanese that we were not even secretly terrified about. It’s really difficult to articulate feelings to these people in English, and even more difficult to do it in Japanese. We did a lot of tag-teaming, involving giving messages directed at our schools. I said a chunk about Kenichi, and that was the only part I asked for assistance from a Japanese person for. I found a really fitting sentence in Japanese about having a telepathic relationship with someone, but I was unsure of the nuance. My chosen Japanese pal to lend me assistance was Miki, who was also present at the party. She has been so good to me over the years and speaks English pretty much fluently despite never having studied or lived abroad. Also, her children are adorable and her husband works at Matt’s school, so we’re all meant to be. She helped me in making the sentences a bit more coherent. It got a really great reaction at the party, so I was relieved.

Kenichi had told me the day before of the table Matt and I would be sitting at. Kenichi, in true Kenichi style, seated me next to him. Before we even made our speech, we were sitting at the table taking in the scenes and Kenichi turned to me and said “I can’t imagine my life without you” and that was really the beginning of the end for me personally. Kenichi drank throughout the night to try and deal with his emotions (which he has A LOT of) and it didn’t work at all. He became more emotional and was pretty much bursting into tears any time something happened.

There was a screen located to the right of the stage, and while the food was being brought out, a short presentation of our three years in Japan played. It was edited by a teacher from Matt’s school who has basically given her life to us. It featured all the photos we gave to Party Master a few weeks back, a million photos from our Japanese wedding party and also photos from our Australian wedding. The food started coming out and Kenichi made a quick toast so everyone could drink as much as possible.

Kenichi had mentioned to me a few weeks earlier that he was preparing for some kind of performance. I assumed that a few teachers would do the same thing, but that was not the case. He presented a speech that contained four separate stories about our lives together while being backed on piano by another English teacher from my school (who I did not know even had such a talent?) The speech was in Japanese, but we are being promised copies of it in both Japanese and English.

The first story was the story of the purple hair. About two and a half months before we came on JET, I had my hair dyed bright pink and purple. I always obviously had the intention of changing it before Japan (and actually only found out I had been accepted into the program the morning of the day I had my hair dyed). I worked at a Steiner school with the crazy hair, so nobody cared. ANYWAY, I entirely blame Ben for the story of the purple hair. He started messaging me a few months before we came to Japan (when my hair was bright and popping) and he told Kenichi about it EVEN THOUGH I had conveyed to him my full intentions to dye it brown before coming to Japan (because I am not an idiot). Kenichi has revealed to me on a few occasions that he was terrified to meet me, and it was exacerbated by me having purple hair. He thought he would have to tell me that I would not be able to show up to my school like that. He said he even practiced telling me in a stern voice (before he met me) to dye my hair brown. I imagine he practiced in front of a mirror, because that makes me do a weird side-smile.

The second story was the story of Otosan. Otosan is “father” in Japanese, but for the purpose of this story, we are referring to Otosan, the lovable hound who is the face of the Japanese phone company, Softbank. I needed a phone contract with Softbank, because of how deep my love for Otosan ran, even though I knew nothing about him. In our first week of being in Japan, Kenichi took us to the Softbank store in Tachikawa to get us both phone contracts. It took three hours and once I started working at my school, it didn’t take me long to realise that that kind of time is really precious for someone who works as much as Kenichi. Kenichi told the person signing us up at Softbank that I loved the pupper that was the face of their company, so they gave us a stuffed toy of Otosan that speaks in Japanese when you press his tail. We still have it and I will never forget such a gesture by a man who was probably properly flustered with us at the time, but never showed it.

The third story is the ongoing story of how Matthew knows everything. Kenichi was telling us about a Japanese celebrity once when we went out for dinner with him, and Matthew already knew who it was. This particular story isn’t so impressive. I believe the story of Matt having to reprogram the Rakuten Mobile page so that I could sign up with them is more impressive. Last week, Kenichi asked if I knew where a place was that is related to moving out stuff we have to do. I said “Matthew knows. He knows everything” and Kenichi said “ああ！さすがマシュー！" Which is just like “as expected, Matthew genius’d again”. I Kenichi would marry Matt if it were allowed.

The final story was the story about Kenichi’s birthday last year and Christmas. It took me a really long time to get to the point in our friendship where Kenichi invited us to his house. I tried really hard for a long time, thought that I was probably being a pushy jerk and then I backed off a bit, and Kenichi would be the one to initiate hangs, which was a huge break-through for me. We had already been to his house at least once before his birthday. His birthday party first took place at Kenichi’s favourite restaurant close to his house. Matt, myself and a few other teachers from my school (one an ex-teacher) were all there. We later went to Kenichi’s house where he showed off his Google Home and the cake was brought out. Matt helped Kenichi cut his cake and then I fed him his first bite of cake using a huge spoon and getting it everywhere. Then, everyone else also fed Kenichi one bite of cake each. We later found out that this isn’t normal for Japanese peoples’ birthdays. On Christmas eve last year, Kenichi invited Matt, myself and some other pals to a community centre that his parents run to make udon. We made udon noodles from scratch, cooked them, ate them, did some craft and had a really good time. Then on the way home, Kenichi took us to a hill nearby that had an amazing view of the entire area and we all hung out there for a bit. It was perfect at the time, because we really wanted to be in Australia for Christmas and we couldn’t, but we still got to spend it with our family anyway.

Finally, Kenichi broke into song for a bit for the last part of his performance, but I was already crying at that point.

Some time after his speech, Kenichi and I were talking at the table about all the times we’ve had. He said “there is another thing I remember clearly” and he went on to mention the night that Matt had to fly back to Australia to be with his mum. We had just spent Christmas in Perth, and had flown back to Tokyo the day before. Matt got a message from his brother saying that Matt’s mum had taken a turn for the worse, and things didn’t look so good. We were able to get Matt on a plane the following morning, but I had to stay here. We ended up apart for three weeks, then I went back to Perth for our wedding. The day after our wedding, I flew back to Japan alone to spend another three weeks away from Matt. On that first night, when Matt had just left to be with his mum, I was sitting on the couch in my pyjamas watching Gilmore Girls and I had just eaten avocado toast for dinner. I got a phone call from Kenichi who said “what are you doing? Come and meet me at a cafe in Tachikawa.” I got dressed and met him there about half an hour later. We spent three or four hours together talking about stuff and practicing Japanese and English. He said to me “this is going to be the hardest night for you and you shouldn’t be alone”. That whole period of time was unbelievably shit. I look back on it and I have no idea how I managed to function and go to work and be a person. When Kenichi brought that up at the party, I couldn’t even. I said to him “you saved me that night” and I told him how I don’t even know where the strength came from that got me through that. He said “you know that I have trouble just calling people up like that and asking them to hang out. I just don’t do it. I knew that you needed me that night” and the whole exchange is honestly going to be the thing that makes it impossible to get on the plane.

The food was fancy and tasty and difficult to eat consistently because we had to make the rounds. I tried to let all the teachers from my school know that it meant a whole few truckloads of existence that they attended. I hope they do know, because it’s true.

I saw Miyo, a beautiful human who works in the office at Matt’s school for the last time, and it was so heartbreaking for the two of us that we just had to walk away from each other.

We were presented with a cake that had a beautiful chocolate message on it authored by Party Master. A retired teacher from Matt’s school who is a beautiful soul came up and gave us two pictures that he had painted the night before. One was of Matt’s school building, and the other was of the cafeteria at Matt’s school. They look amazing and they are framed and he said “never forget our school”.

Kenichi and Kosuke presented us both with bouquets of flowers and some other people showered us in gifts. Cake was eaten, photos were taken and I only got to consume two alcoholic beverages. We gave our final speech and then it was time for the second party at everyone’s favourite sports themed karaoke place: BASEBALL.

Lico rocked up part-way through this party and she said “I want to sing Korn with you” we were like “you want to what?!” and it turned out she actually meant Natalie Imbruglia’s “Torn”. We made dreams come true. We are going to karaoke with Lico and Kenichi on Sunday, so we have decided to show her some Korn then.

Kenichi and I sang Don’t Look Back in Anger because it’s our thing and he said “this is the second last time we’ll sing this” so the finale is definitely happening on Sunday!

To be frank, it was too much and I would say I don’t deserve what these people do. Other feedback from other JETs confirms things we always thought were true: no other schools have a Party Master or a Kenichi or a Lico and I wonder about the inner workings of the universe and how your outfits might not always match, but I am sure you don’t look as shit as you think you do.

We are allowed a few repeats on Friday as Matt’s school is having their end of term party, and we are very much there and on Sunday too at karaoke.

#worlife #party #jetprogram #food #partylife #livingabroad #travel

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multifandommandy · 7 years ago

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I Get to Love You

Requested by @sgarrett49: Hi may I please request an Eggsy imagine where instead of the Princess he comes home to/marries the reader? Just snippits of their life together after the events of Golden Circle ex: their honeymoon or them being domestic? Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x female Reader Warnings: Plot fix-it’s from yours truly to the best of my abilities. A few NSFW references and Eggsy level swearing. *Y/F/N = your full name. Word Count: 2,082. yikes.

The sweet melodic tune of Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You has you dashing like a madwoman across your small apartment, abandoning both your task of preparing dinner and a highly indignant pug waiting for table scraps back at your counter.

Within seconds a handsome and familiar face is peering at you through the screen of your phone, your heart doing a familiar flip in your chest from seeing him alive and in one piece. “ ‘ello angel.” Eggsy grinned, immediately blowing you a kiss that you pretended to catch. “Hey baby! I’ve missed you.” Crawling onto your shared bed, you were nearly knocked over when JB made a running leap into your lap and stuck his little face into the screen of your phone. “Okay, okay – we’ve missed you.” You corrected, absent-mindedly scratching behind the pug’s ears. “Does this mean you’re coming home soon?”

Despite the hopeful tone in your voice, the way Eggsy’s face dropped told you that something serious was troubling him. Even more so than the fact that his home and most of his possessions had been destroyed by a missile, save for the few belongings he kept at your place and the pug that’d joined you both for a movie night when it happened. “Darling?” You prompted, causing the blonde to withdraw from whatever conversation he was having with himself and focus on you once again.

“I’ve kind of got a bit of a save the world situation here.” he told you carefully, waiting for him to continue before you said anything. Eggsy’s job was saving the world, as far as you knew. As long as he came home to you in one piece that’s all you cared about. Or it was – until you heard what else he had to say. “– I have to sleep with the target.”

The idea of another woman kissing your man made your brows knit together, mouth opening and closing from trying to form a coherent sentence. How the hell were you supposed to be okay with this? You’ve done your best to be a supportive girlfriend, accepting the little bits of information he was allowed to offer you because you loved him. But you couldn’t stomach the thought of someone else touching Eggsy – let alone having him make love to her the way he did you. “… You have to?” Was all you could manage, averting your eyes from your phone and staring at a spot on the quilt.

“Y/N…” When you refused to meet his gaze, Eggsy let out an even deeper sigh. “Angel, you know I love you – more than anything in the entire world. You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” This had you turning back to him, the sincerity from his voice and expression causing you to tear up further. “Is that a proposal?” Now it was Eggsy’s turn to stutter and flush like a fish out of water. That serves him right for putting you in this situation. He was only calling you to warn you about what would happen, putting your relationship over the safety of billions of people only ever happened on television. “Not exactly?” He glanced at his watch and grimaced before facing you squarely in his chair. “Love, I’m so sorry, but I’ve gotta go.” You bobbed your head in understanding, the defeated look on your face made his mind up for him.

“Tell me you love me?” He breathed, so softly you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. “I love you baby.” you told him truthfully, making him smile for the first time in what felt like forever. “I love you too, Y/N. Trust me, I’ll make this up to you when I get home.” Blowing you and JB one more kiss, Eggsy killed the feed and left you staring at your phone with your heart in your throat. What were you supposed to do now?

The next time you saw Eggsy you expected there to be an awkward wedge of silence between you. Instead he swept you into his arms and kissed you deeply, sweeping his tongue across your bottom lip as he moaned into your mouth. The feeling of something hard insistently pressing against your belly made you wiggle out of his embrace, doing your best to smooth out your hair while you took in his appearance. Aside from the obvious exhausted bags under his eyes he was no worse for wear, JB dancing excited circles around his legs.

“Is this how you meant to make it up to me?” You grumbled, making a vague gesture towards his crotch. “Because I’m really not in the mood for -” “I didn’t sleep with her.” Eggsy cut you off before you could finish your thought, reaching towards you slowly to cup the side of your face in his hand. “I thought there was no other way, but God I’d do anything for you.” His thumb instinctively brushes away the tears you didn’t know you were shedding, his free hand fishing for something in his pocket. Before you could ask what on earth he was doing, Eggsy was unbuttoning his blazer and dropping to one knee in front of you.

“Now this – this is a proposal. Just so we’re clear.” he grinned, leaving you to gape as he opened the black velvet box to reveal the biggest, most beautiful diamond ring you’d ever seen. Eat your heart out, Kim Kardashian West! “Call me a fool for not realizing it earlier, but when I told you I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you – I meant it. I never thought I would be blessed with a woman who’d become both my best friend and the love of my life.” Both of you are openly weeping when Eggsy reaches for your left hand. “Y/F/N, would you please make me the happiest bloke alive and marry me?”

Words are beyond you at this point, Eggsy taking your happy squeaking noise as a yes and sliding the engagement ring onto your finger. He surged up from his knee to kiss his fiancée, starting his kisses out slow and sensual and ending with the two of you fucking on every horizontal surface in your flat.

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” you panted into his shoulder four hours later. The equally nude man beneath you gave you a doped out grin, kissing your mouth and your ring finger before tucking you in beside him on the bed. “I can’t wait to be your husband, either.” You and Eggsy share sweet kisses and each other’s embrace until you fall asleep, waking up way past noon the next day to call your friends and family and tell them the news.

Exactly one year later you stumble through the door of your honeymoon suite, already half undressed from the romp in the private jet with your husband. The two of you had been all over each other ever since your carriage ride away from the wedding chapel, a long day of so much happiness and nerves working you both into a frenzy.

You’d cried when you slipped into your wedding dress, staring at yourself in a full length mirror with your Mom and Michelle hovering around you. Little Daisy was pressed to your skirts eagerly, the tiny flower crown on her head matching yours. “Bootiful big sister!” She told you, grinning her little toothy grin up at you.

You’d cried when you saw the look on your Dad’s face, his lower lip trembling when he realized his little girl was about to get married. You formed a group hug with your parents, whispering to them that no matter what – you’d always be their little girl. That only made you cry more.

And of course – you’d cried when you saw Eggsy waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Your crowd of friends and family all rose up to see you enter the chapel, collective gasps as they all marvelled at how you radiated happiness, beauty and love. You felt as if your Prince Charming was the only person in the room, dressed to the nines in his best suit with an elated smile on his face. You’re so beautiful, he’d mouthed to you. How had you gotten so lucky?

The sound of your zipper drew you out of your happy recollection of yesterday’s events, eagerly fumbling for the button of your husband’s jeans. Husband. Husband. Husband. No matter how many times you said it, you still couldn’t get used to it.

“I love you so fucking much, Missus Unwin.” He panted, letting out a muffled grunt as you slipped your hand inside his briefs. “I can’t believe I get to love you for the rest of my life.”

“ – Our life. The rest of our life,” you corrected him pointedly. Eggsy chuckled appreciatively, reluctantly withdrawing your hand and hoisting you up into his arms. “That’s right, the rest of our life. How ‘bout I take my wife to our bed?”

No need to ask you twice.

Eggsy was fairly certain he’d never been more tired in his life, barely able to amble out of the cab and fish around in his pocket for his house keys. All he wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep for a day – possibly two, at least until he opened the front door.

“Daddy’s home!”

The first thing he hears is the scramble for poor old JB and his son Eddie to round the corner and get to Eggsy first. Hot on the tail of the two chubby pugs is a vivacious four year old girl, the spitting image of her father in every way possible. Any trace of fatigue is pushed to the back of his mind the second he lays eyes on his daughter, setting down the bag of presents to pull Amelia into a hug.

“MAAAAAAMA! LEO! DADDY’S HOME!” She squealed – just in case you couldn’t hear him the first time, leaping into Eggsy’s awaiting arms and hugging him tight. “I missed you so much, Daddy!” He’s spinning her around when he hears a second voice join the excited chattering in his ear.

“Hey! Get back here!” Eggsy and Amelia both turn towards the sound of your voice, stepping out of the front hall to see your toddler running as fast as he could towards his sister and father on chubby little legs. Eight years of marriage, and the sight of you still made Eggsy weak at the knees.

Chasing after Leo with a towel in your hands, you watched your golden haired boy continue to try and out run you. It only took you a couple of grown-up steps to catch up to your son, hoisting him into your arms with a defiant squeal from the tot.

“Gotcha!” You grinned, blowing a raspberry against his tummy and carrying him the rest of the way. Eggsy already had your daughter in one arm, pulling you close with the other. Happy-go-lucky Leo stretched to kiss your husband’s chin, watching with stars in your eyes as Eggsy alternated rapid fire kisses between your two children.

“No kisses for Mommy?” You pouted, letting Leo snuggle back into your chest as Eggsy set your daughter down. You knew as soon as your bedroom door closed you’d get plenty of deep kisses, but for now you were content with the polite soft peck Eggsy gave you.

“Eeeeew!” Amelia groaned, standing on her tip toes to try and shield her little brother from the gross sight of parents kissing. You quirked an eyebrow at the pint sized blonde, narrowing your eyes at her in mock annoyance. “You think Mommy’s gross, huh? And to think I was going to order our favourite pizzas for dinner.”

You were met from three different sets of pleas from your family, Eggsy taking a squirming Leo from your arms. “I’ve got the baby, love. I’ll meet you in the kitchen?” Amelia was already running off to find the take out menu, following your daughter and her excited chant of “Pizza, Mama! Pizza!”

Later that night with both children asleep, you laid comfortably on your husband’s chest listening to his heartbeat. “Thank you for coming home to us,” you whispered. Even in his sleep, Eggsy nuzzled into your hair.

If the last 8 years were any indication of the rest of your lives together – you were in for one hell of a ride.

#eggsy unwin x reader #eggsy unwin imagine #kingsman imagine #kingsman x reader #*

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soocouldbemyonlystar · 7 years ago

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Chaebols: The Arrangement Pt 4

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Length: 6.9k (these things just keep getting longer)

Pairing: Kyungsoo x OC

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What do you do when the only place you had left to go was the last place you wanted to be? When you were no longer comfortable in the place you called home? There had never been a second, she thought she wouldn’t return. But, in that one night everything had changed for Jae-eun. She wouldn’t walk the halls with confidence, she wouldn’t wander around on quiet days with random thoughts and a song in her head. She could no longer imagine a time when she wouldn’t be on edge, waiting for him to turn a corner.

She’d stayed the night in Chanyeol’s bed, while he lay in a sleeping bag on the floor beside her, holding the hand she hung off the edge of the bed as she cried herself to sleep. He told her about Mi-sun. How they met in college her first year, Kyungsoo’s second. How they were friends for three years before he finally confessed. Mi-sun lead him believe they would be together when she was out of college and back home.

A month before she graduated she called, telling him she had met someone else and she was staying in the states.

“She had a problem with his money. She told him she wasn’t good enough; his family would never accept her. Made him feel bad because he was born into a family with money and she was from a poor one. She had an uncle who was successful in the states and he put her through college or she wouldn’t have been able to go.” He explained. “She called again a year later, said they broke up and she was coming home. So, he pulled some strings and got her an interview at his company, she got the job and they spent the next few months together like they would be a couple. The next thing he knew the ex-boyfriend moved here to be with her and they were getting married.”

“How horrible.” Her anger subsided, just slightly. He was still a jerk, but he had been hurt deeply. She wasn’t making excuses, just coming to an understanding.

“Mi-sun said that she was doing it for him, that she was no good for him, and this is what was best. But she never stopped to ask what he wanted or how he felt, she was making decisions for him, doing what she wanted and acting like they were in his best interest.”

And that explained a lot. Jae-eun had been so preoccupied trying to make them work that she had never asked him what he wanted. She did what she thought was best for them, without consulting him. It was understandable that he would be angry, but it still didn’t excuse the way he treated her.

Jae-eun knew she couldn’t stay and risk Minseok discovering her there. It was hard enough with Chanyeol knowing everything, she didn’t want to have to explain it to someone else. Jongdae could barely keep himself together, she couldn’t add herself to his issues. All her real friends lived in the states, and her parents would just send her back to Kyungsoo, so she waited for Minseok to leave, heading out to make coffee for Jongdae as he had promised her when she called him before the dinner, and snuck out.

Every part of her dreaded going back into that house, walking back into the room, remembering everything. Just standing at the door with her hand on the knob brought it all back. The heat in his eyes, the feel of his lips, of his hands on her skin, she had to shake them out of her head before she let herself in. But, Jae-eun couldn’t stop from stepping in the living room. Everything had already been replaced, as if nothing had ever happened, as if he hadn’t broken every hope she’d held at making this an amiable situation.

Instead, he opened something Jae-eun wasn’t quite sure she understood yet. For so long she had wanted to like him, to see the parts of him that were reserved for the people he cared for, but it was clear she would never be a part of that group. And now she wanted more than anything to hate him. It should have been easy for her after last night, but even after everything, she couldn’t. Anger was easy, hate just didn’t exist no matter how much she tried to evoke the feeling.

She stood in front of the table, wishing she could take it back, wishing the scene didn’t replay behind her eyelids every time she blinked. She tried to resist the urge, but her eyes closed and she took a deep breath as her memory played it again. The way he kissed her, like he needed it, as if he craved it. His hands branding hot lines across her bare skin. His mouth leaving tingling, wet trails down her neck, stopping to abuse the flesh along her collarbone. Unconsciously, her hand came up to cover the mark he had left on her.

When she finally opened her eyes, Kyungsoo stood in the door way, frozen as if he was looking at a ghost. Jae-eun’s heart raced, her breath caught in her throat. They stood, watching each other, for a few minutes, both breathing heavy, neither knowing what to say or do. Jae-eun finally broke the trance, refusing to let him see her shaken. She sauntered over to him with all the courage she could manage, standing tall in front of him.

There was no hint of the angry, insulting Kyungsoo from the night before. There seemed to be worry in the depths of his eyes as he looked over her face, the assessment ending when he came to the bruise. The sweater she wore was too big and one side of the collar fell over her shoulder revealing the place he had left proof of their little excursion. He seemed to focus there, and Jae-eun couldn’t make out the expression on his face. Uncomfortable with the scrutiny, she pulled the collar up to cover the mark. Then she took his chin between her fore-finger and thumb, turning his face rather roughly to see the damage she had done. He huffed and closed his eyes, but allowed her to inspect her work. His jaw dawned a nasty shade of purple and the cut on his lip had scabbed over, but it was still swollen from the hit. She was pleased that she could return the favor, a bruise for a bruise.

When she released his chin, he turned back to her, and his lips parted as if to say something, but he froze again, his gaze lowering to her clothes. Darkness crept over his face as he recognized the giant, black PCY Entertainment hoodie and gray sweatpants Chanyeol had lent her. He knew she had gone to Chanyeol.

And the look of disdain, returned to his face.

His lips turned up at the corner despite the obvious pain from his wound. “Guess, it wasn’t enough, huh? You’re unbelievable.”

He brushed past her, falling back on the couch, throwing an arm behind his head and pointing a remote to the television they rarely used. It came to life and he clicked through channels not bothering to look back to where he’d left her standing.

Something inside Jae-eun snapped. She was done. Done being nice, done taking the insults, done trying to convince herself that he would come around and try to make this work. She was done being punished for how someone else had hurt him. If he wanted an enemy, she’d give him one. Jae-eun stomped over to him ripping the remote out of his hand and throwing it against the wall. Plastic splintered and flew in every direction.

Kyungsoo rocketed to his feet, towering over her, face inches from hers. He seethed, anger rising off him like heat waves on a highway. His jaw twitched as his eyes bored into hers. Jae-eun refused to back down, she wouldn’t cower, she wouldn’t make excuses or hope for the best. If he wanted to fight, treat her like shit, like a whore, she would play his game. And when his eyes moved back to her shoulder, he gave her the perfect ammunition.

“That’s nothing,” she leaned closer so that her lips lightly brushed his ear as she spoke, “just think of all the other ones that are in places you can’t see.”

He inhaled sharply at her words, his eyes widening in surprise. She knew insinuating that she and Chanyeol had been together was wrong, she didn’t want to cause dissension between the friends, but he was the one that continued to accuse her of it. She was angry, and it was an insult she knew would eat at him. Because, as he liked to remind her, she was his wife.

Without another word, Jae-eun brushed past him just as he had done earlier and strode out of the room.

He didn’t talk to her for two weeks after that. She rode with him to work that Monday in silence. His assistant showed her to the Advertising department. She spent as much time at work as she could, dealing with the asshole director was easier than dealing with the asshole husband. She managed to keep her lunch dates with her father-in-law and stayed on alert for the days when Jongdae needed to be picked up, or just needed company. Days were long, and nights were quiet, checking with his secretary to find out if he had already left or if he was staying later so she could avoid riding home with him, eating dinner alone.

But in the night, alone on the opposite side of the house, she dreamt of him. He would come to her, in the shadows as dark as the lust in his eyes. He would touch her, hands and lips exploring every inch of her body in a slow, torturous rhythm, whispering secrets into her skin as if she was made to keep them. Then he would claim her, thrusting her into a current of pleasure so complete she wanted to drown in it.

She would wake cursing his name, because desiring her husband was something she had never planned.

It only took those two weeks before the director drug her to Kyungsoo’s office, complaining he couldn’t teach someone who questioned everything he said.

“How else do you expect her to learn if she doesn’t ask you questions, Director,” he asked without looking in her direction. “We expect her to be the best advertising director we’ve ever had, she has to figure out what to learn from you and what she should ignore.”

He stood as he spoke making his way across the room, and opening the door for the director to exit.

“Now if you don’t mind, I have a meeting soon.”

The director fumed, stomping his way out of the office. Jae-eun followed without a word. Before she could make it out the door, Kyungsoo lightly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. He looked down at her, for a moment, before he looked away.

“Give him hell,” he said simply, releasing her wrist and moving back to his desk.

Another two weeks passed with only minimal communication, mainly about work, since the director typically just handed her whatever new contract they had. She learned to lean on her staff who, let’s face it, had been under appreciated by the director. They were amazing hard-working people. Once the director was gone, her department became the place she wanted to be the most.

The days passed quickly, filled with things that she loved. Then after a month like this, time stopped all together.

She was near the end of her pitch for an ad that the company was preparing to release when her assistant walked in. There was an urgent call that couldn’t be ignored.

“I’m sorry, I have an urgent call.” She looked to Kyungsoo.

He nodded, “You were almost done, right? Just leave your slide print-outs and we can finish going through those.”

She bowed her head, and took the print-outs to him before stepping into the hall way. Hae-won, her assistant, handed her the phone.

“Madam Do, this is Doctor Kim, from General Hospital,” came the voice across the receiver.

Jae-eun listened as the doctor continued, but the words seemed foreign, as if they were from the grown-up on the Peanuts cartoons. Her chest constricted, her heart beat too fast and the world spun around her.

“I understand, thank you, Doctor.” She spoke as if on autopilot, saying what she knew should be said without really thinking about it.

Jae-eun handed the phone back to Hae-won. Her hand made its way to stifle the sob threatening to escape. She couldn’t break down, not yet. Things had to be done first. She called the driver to have the car ready, had her secretary tell her staff she would be gone for the rest of the day, then called Kyungsoo’s secretary to clear his schedule. Once that was done, she took a deep breath, put her emotions in check and walked back into the conference room. Nothing that had happened between them up to this point mattered. For Jae-eun, all the anger and malice towards Kyungsoo ended in that one phone call.

She knelt beside his chair as he looked through the printouts, he didn’t acknowledge her until she spoke in a quiet voice the others couldn’t hear. “CEO Do, I need to speak with you. It’s important.”

He briefly glanced at her, “Can’t it wait.”

“No,” she urged, placing her hand on his arm to get his attention. “It can’t.”

He sighed, setting down the paper work and standing, “Excuse me for a moment.”

He bowed to the directors and walked out, Jae-eun trailing behind.

“What couldn’t wait until the meeting was over, Jae-eun-ah?” he sighed as the door closed.

“I need you to listen, without being pissed and hear what I’m telling you, okay.”

His eyebrows raised, waiting for her explanation with annoyance.

“I called the driver already, he’s waiting downstairs, he knows where to take you. Don’t wait for me, I’ve cleared your schedule, I’ll end your meeting for you and catch a cab.” She started.

“Jae…”

She cut him off, “The hospital called, your dad had a heart attack this morning.”

Tears formed in her eyes against her will, as he stared blankly at her. Her whole body shook uncontrollably as she tried with everything in her not to lose control.

“It’s bad.” She said, only managing a whisper.

He blinked, staring at her as if he didn’t believe her. But with the tears threatening to fall, he must have realized it wasn’t a lie. He turned and ran down the hall to the elevators.

Jae-eun released the breath she had been holding, waiting for him to explode, accuse her of lying. She didn’t expect him to believe her so quickly. She took another moment, dabbed her eyes dry with the tissue Hae-won handed her and stepped back into the conference room.

“I apologize, the CEO had to leave on an urgent matter. When he returns, they will get back to us about another meeting.” She explained, “until then, he has asked me to dismiss everyone. He wishes you all a happy, productive day.”

She answered the barrage of questions, knowing to keep the former CEO’s condition a secret. Jae-eun had lived through this once already when her grandfather had gotten ill, unexpectedly. Her father kept his condition quiet until they were sure there was nothing to be done, then he held a press conference to announce the condition and his death. Stocks would plummet if word of the former CEO’s heart attack broke at the wrong time.

Jae-eun hated the fact that this was necessary. She didn’t want to be doing this, worrying about the company and stocks and stupid things that shouldn’t matter as a person she cared for was in critical condition. She should be there, supporting her mother-in-law, comforting Kyungsoo, and praying like hell her father-in-law would be alright. But, she would be more help to Kyungsoo and his family making sure no one suspected anything.

She called Junmyeon in the cab on the way to the hospital. Kyungsoo would need his friends there, and they were all close to his father so they would want to know what was going on. When she arrived, she was directed to the room he had been moved to. She hesitated as she saw her father-in-law surrounded by monitors and IV bags. But she took a deep breath and held her composure for her mother-in-law and most of all Kyungsoo.

“Mother, is there something I can do? Do you need anything?” Jae-eun asked as she wrapped her arms around his mother’s shoulders.

She woman patted her arm, “No, dear, we are just waiting for him to wake up now. They said if he wakes up in a few hours it’s a good sign that he will pull through.”

She held tight, to her mother-in-law, but turned to Kyungsoo. “I told everyone you had an urgent issue, no one knows your father is here. As long as the hospital staff doesn’t talk, you shouldn’t have a problem with it getting out. I also called Junmyeon oppa, I thought you would want your friends here.”

Kyungsoo nodded, staring up at her from where he sat on the other side of the bed from his mother.

“Good thinking, my girl. So quick on your feet. He really admires that about you.” Her mother-in-law sobbed.

When she received the text from Junmyeon that they were there, she and Kyungsoo left to give everyone an update. Junmyeon, Jongdae, Minseok, Sehun and Yixing, were already waiting, Chanyeol was on his way, Baekhyun was caught up at home with his new wife, and Jongin was out of the country but would be coming on the first flight.

As they made their way back to the room Jae-eun reached for Kyungsoo’s hand. He was too quiet, and she was worried he was bottling everything up. He was hurting but continued to be just as stoic as he usually was. Kyungsoo jerked away from her, turning back to face her.

In a hushed tone he spoke, “Stop, just stop pretending for once.”

Jae-eun pulled her hand back, “I’m not pretending, I just want to be…”

She stopped herself, remembering what Chanyeol had told her about Misun. She was making decisions without asking him what he wanted.

So, she stepped back. “Okay. What do you need me to do?”

He stared at her as if she had just spoken a different language. His eyes narrowed at her suspiciously, trying to figure out what angle she was playing. Finally, he relaxed, running his hand through his hair.

“Just… sit with the guys for a bit. Please?” he sighed.

Her chest ached. She knew it would take a while to fix the distrust between them, but she hated being shut out when he needed her. Never-the-less, she had made up her mind to give him the choice and she would stick to it.

“Of course.” Jae-eun nodded, turning away and made her way back to the guys.

She took the seat next to Jongdae, who looked like he was ready to bolt, and slid her fingers in between his. Personally, Jae-eun didn’t want to talk when she was upset or grieving. Encouraging words just made it worse, she needed silence and time to sort herself out. Jongdae was different, so she started a conversation. He was noticeably calmer just a few minutes later.

Chanyeol strolled in a little later, stopping to say hi, then heading to see Kyungsoo and his mother. When he returned, Kyungsoo was by his side. Kyung-chul was awake, and the doctors were examining him. Kyngsoo took her back to see him when the doctors were finished, and they stayed by his side until deep into the night. Kyungsoo’s mother insisted they go home and rest, she would stay the night with Kyung-chul and they could come back in the morning. Kyungsoo only agreed when Chanyeol and Junmyeon decided to stay and look after both of his parents.

As usual, the ride home was quiet and as they walked into the house, Jae-eun felt the weight of the day crushing her. She had managed to contain her emotions because Kyungsoo didn’t need to deal with her being emotional, but now that they were home, and she would be on her own, she could finally let herself feel.

Kyungsoo walked into the living room sitting on the couch, covering his face with his hands. Jae-eun fought the urge to go to him. He didn’t want her there. She wasn’t a support for him, he would only resent her presence so she retired to her room. Exhaustion was setting in, and she knew she couldn’t hold the tears at bay much longer.

She peeled off her cream silk shirt and burgundy slacks, and managed to change into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and pull her hair into a messy bun, before heading to the kitchen for a bottle of water.

She wiped at the tears that fell silently against her will, but a sound from the living room stopped her. Kyungsoo should have gone to his room by now, so Jae-eun let her bare feet carry her towards the sound.

He was where she left him, his face in his hands. Jae-eun could see his shoulder jerk in the dim light from the windows, as he sniffled. It was a bad idea to go to him. She knew it. He’d made it clear he didn’t want her around. Not even on a normal day, much less when he was in pain.

It didn’t matter though. She was softening toward him. No matter how angry she was at him, how much she wanted to hate him, he was making a home in her heart. As much as she fought, she couldn’t stop it.

Her feet carried her quietly over the plush carpet until she stood in front of him. Kyungsoo was a blur in the ocean of tears that pooled in her eyes. The emotions she had set aside all day, trying to be strong for him, for her mother and father-in-law, they simmered just under the surface. Watching him hurt, made Jae-eun feel like she was suffocating. It was terrifying for her. Since when did he matter this much? There was a difference between feeling bad for someone, and their pain causing you pain. She had thought it was just because she was so fond of Kyung-chul that she was so upset, but standing here, now, she knew. It was him.

“Kyungsoo,” she whispered.

He lifted his head, looking up at her. Tears welled in his eyes, glinting in the dim light. Worry shown in every line on his face, his jaw clenched as he held back emotion. Before she could stop herself, her hand moved forward, pressing her palm against his cheek. She waited for the backlash, waited for him to shove her away and yell. But he didn’t. Instead he closed his eyes and leaned into the caress. When his own hand came up and covered hers, holding it against his face, the wall she had built around her emotions crumbled.

The tears poured silently, and she ran her free hand into his hair. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist, drawing her to him, burying his face against her belly. She said nothing. There would be no encouraging words, no promises that his dad would get better. If he was anything like her, Kyungsoo just needed someone to be with him and let him grieve, words were not a solace.

In the back of her mind, she was prepared for the moment when he would remember it was her that he was clinging to, when he would push her away again and look at her like she was the plague. But she was right back where she was the night of the fight, grasping for anything he would give her. After everything he’d done, Jae-eun didn’t know why the urge to be someone he cared about was so strong. She was like a puppy, lapping up any attention it’s owner would give it. He was addicting, and right now, his touch was a painkiller.

Jae-eun gasped as he pulled her down onto his lap, then slipped his arm under her knees and lifted her as he sat back on the couch, cradling her against his chest, his hand coming up to move a strand of hair that had fallen out of her bun and into her face. His thumb brushed away at the stream of tears that cascaded down her cheek, his eyes were unreadable as he looked over her face.

Was he trying to comfort her right now?

She wasn’t sure, but she closed her eyes at his touch and imagined this was what it felt like to have Kyungsoo care about her. For him to worry more about her than his own pain. It was perilous to think that way, it would only add to the conflict in her own heart. The conflict he only complicated more when he pressed his lips to hers. It was gentle, a feather-light graze that calmed her, gave her air to breath.

Kyungsoo laid her head on his shoulder resting his cheek against her forehead. It was the last thing Jae-eun remembered before exhaustion pulled her into the darkness.

When she woke, Jae-eun was alone. It was early morning, the sun had yet to shine through the window facing the east. The house was deadly quiet, and she was convinced she had dreamt falling asleep in Kyungsoo’s arms. Dread filled her, not just for her father-in-law in the hospital, but for the fact that even if she hadn’t dreamed the whole thing last night, Kyungsoo would not be that same person when she saw him again.

She sat up, throwing her legs over the side of the couch and rubbing her puffy, tear-stained face. Jae-eun wasn’t sure how much more of the cold, untrusting Kyungsoo she could deal with. She cared for him now. Watching him worry and be in pain the day before had told her that much, but the constant bickering, or extended periods of time trying to avoid each other was tearing her apart.

“You’re up.”

She jumped at the sound of his voice. He placed a tray of fruit on the coffee table in front of them and sat next to her, close enough to touch, shoulder-to-shoulder.

“It’s early still, but I called mom. Dad’s doing good for now. Minseok and Jongdae just switched out with Junmyeon and Chanyeol. Mom says we should rest a while longer, so I thought we could make lunch for everyone and take it up there when we go.” He explained. “You should eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” She mumbled. The thought of food when she felt like this was beyond unappealing.

“I didn’t ask. I didn’t eat anything after breakfast yesterday, and I don’t remember you eating anything either. Your body needs it even if you don’t crave it.” Kyungsoo picked up an orange slice and held it up to her. “Just suffer it now, you’ll feel better after a while.”

She took it reluctantly, biting half and chewing it slowly so she didn’t make herself sick. She must still be dreaming, or at least have woke up in an alternate universe. He was talking to her. It was probably the most he’d ever said to her unprompted.

Kyungsoo must have been awake for a while, he had already showered, his hair was damp, and the smell of his soap still lingered. He retrieved a little package out of the pocket of his jeans, pulling out one of her makeup removing wipes. Kyungsoo would have had to go to her room to get them, something he had never done in the time she had lived in this house.

He turned to her, placing his hand against her cheek as he used the wipe on her face. He looked serious, his eyebrows furrowing and he concentrated on the task. Jae-eun own eyebrows wrinkled as she watched him.

“You have tear streaks in your makeup. You didn’t wash your makeup off when we got home last night.” His face relaxed when he noticed her intense stare. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

She blinked, “Who are you? Where is my husband?”

He dropped his hands to his lap and his eyes followed, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you the way I did yesterday. Or even since we got married. I’ve been such an ass. You have tried so hard to make this work and I’ve just made you miserable.”

She blinked at him again, not knowing how to respond.

“I don’t want to fight anymore Jae. After what I’ve done, you still held everything together for me. I couldn’t have done this without you yesterday. So, I’m going to try.” He looked back up at her, sighing. “I’m going to try to trust you.”

Jae-eun balked at the gesture, and huffed in disbelief. “Try to trust me? Me? After everything, how am I the one that’s untrustworthy?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m not saying this right…”

“Really,” She cut him off, “cause your saying it like I’m the problem, Kyungsoo. I’m not Mi-sun. I have only ever been loyal to you, from very the beginning, while you have done nothing but try to tear everything apart.”

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, and I can’t make up for how I’ve treated you. You’re right, you are not Mi-sun. I’m just trying to say you won’t have to do it alone anymore. I’m in this.” He told her. “If that’s still what you want?”

Jae-eun didn’t know. Trusting him was the problem now. She didn’t know if she could get past the doubt she felt, but she would never know if she didn’t try. She would give him a chance to prove it. “I’m tired, I don’t want to fight anymore either. It’s not forgiveness, but if you’re going to try, I’ll keep trying.”

It all seemed so surreal to her. He’d barely talked to her in the last two months and just yesterday had told her he didn’t want her around him and now he was apologizing, promising things that she didn’t think he would in a million years, calling her Jae when he had only ever used her full name. She was already fighting a war with her feelings, the few good moments capturing, drawing her in despite the bad ones. Her head was spinning and she felt queasy.

“Are you okay?” His hand came around her elbow, holding her steady.

“Yeah, I’m not sure I’m ready to process all of this yet. We should take advantage of the extra time and get some more rest like your mother said.” She scooted back on the couch, bringing her legs up beside her. “Maybe then I can think straight enough. You should really get some more rest too. Yesterday was hard.”

“Yeah, okay,” Kyungsoo said as he swung his legs up and rested his head on her thigh.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He looked back at her, “Friends get to be pillows when they’re needed, Jae.”

She laughed then, settling in, resting her arm across the top of the couch until Kyungsoo pulled it back down, threading his fingers into hers and resting them on his chest.

The second time she woke up she wasn’t alone. Somehow during sleep, she had sunk down in the couch, laying on her back with her head propped up on the arm, and though he lay on a different part of her body, she was still Kyungsoo’s pillow. He lay on his side, his head rested on her stomach, his fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.

Jae-eun took a deep breath, and he froze, but before she could move, Kyungsoo spoke.

“Can we just stay like this a little while longer?” he asked.

“Hmm,” she replied, her hands combing through his hair. His fingers continued their leisurely rhythm in her shirt, lightly caressing the skin at her hip.

Again, she felt like it was a dream, there was no way she could be tangled up with Kyungsoo on the couch in their living room, no way he would be touching her so comfortably, or that she would want him to be. But if it was a dream, she would stay there as long as she was allowed. She would savor the serenity this moment gave her.

“Jae, can I ask you a question?” his voice broke through her thoughts.

“Sure,” she mumbled.

He hesitated for a moment, as if he was unsure if he wanted to continue.

“That night… why did you go to him? Why Chanyeol?” he finally said.

Jae-eun sighed. The way he touched her, the way this felt made her want to answer any question he had, like a truth serum.

“It made sense. Chanyeol is the only one that knows that we are an arrangement, I wouldn’t have to explain the situation to someone else, and I knew he would show, he’s reliable like that.” She explained.

“But you stayed the night with him?”

“He slept on the floor of his room. We didn’t want Oppa to find me there or ask why he wasn’t sleeping in his own room, so he gave me his bed and he slept on the floor.” It was the truth, but she wouldn’t have lied to him if it weren’t.

“What about the marks in places I can’t see?”

Jae-eun laughed, “I was angry with you for implying that I went to Chanyeol to finish what you started. The only hickey I had was from you.”

“Hmm.” He sounded satisfied with that answer, and Jae-eun thought jealous Kyungsoo was cute.

“Besides, I think Oppa has a thing for the little singer he’s working with. I got to see her, and there was definitely some sexual tension between them.” She mused.

They lay like that a bit longer, enjoying the silence, the calm that they both felt in the moment. Then slowly he lifted himself up, holding a hand out to her.

“Help me make lunch.” It was a request more than a demand, so Jae-eun took his hand and let him pull her up. “Go get a shower, you’ll feel better. Then you can help me cook.”

She did as he asked.

The mood continued like this even after the shower. They worked around the kitchen like pros, like partners. Kyungsoo even joked, teased her some. It didn’t take long, Kyungsoo had already planned out everything so lunch was done within an hour and they were headed back to the hospital.

His dad was awake when they arrived, still weak but joking with Minseok and Jongdae, and being sweet to his worried wife, and fairly pissed that Kyungsoo had cooked and he wouldn’t get to eat it.

Jongin finally made it in and came directly from the airport to be with them. Jae-eun was once again amazed at just how dedicated they were to each other. She had several good friends, but they all lived in the states and couldn’t always make it when she needed. Only two had even made it to her wedding, Janet who she would consider her best friend, and Alana, who she probably talked to the most.

They spent most of the day there, letting his mom go home for a shower and to rest. But, no matter how much Kyungsoo urged his mother to let them stay the night so that she could sleep in her own bed, she refused to leave her husband or to let him and Jae-eun stay there overnight. They were young and married and needed to be in their own home. Jongin refused to leave her, because he was young and single and could sleep in a hospital if he pleased. But mostly because it made Kyungsoo feel better knowing Jongin was there if his parents needed anything.

For the first time since they had been married, they held a conversation in the car. It didn’t sound like an important thing, but it was monumental to Jae-eun. It also felt like a bad omen. When would the other shoe drop? When would she wake up to find this kind, soft Kyungsoo had disappeared and the other had returned? Kyungsoo had become an ocean, pushing her out letting the waves lap over her head, take her under, then pulling her back in, giving her breath to live just a little longer. She would need to be careful, because she discovered Kyungsoo had the potential to drown her.

When they walked into the house, Kyungsoo grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room. She had no idea what was going on as he positioned her by her shoulders in a specific spot.

“What are you doing?” she questioned.

He released her shoulders, his eyes met hers, a hint of mischief behind them.

“Erasing a bad memory.”

Jae-eun gasped as she realized she stood in the spot where they had fought two months before, with her back to the table, and her dress unzipped.

But he didn’t grab her this time. He reached out for her, extending his hand, giving her a choice. Jae-eun knew the smart thing would be to walk away, to leave, go to her room, stay the hell away from this situation because the last time, he left scar tissue. She was healing, but the evidence would always be there.

She would never claim to be smart again.

Jae-eun placed her hand in his. Kyungsoo pulled her towards him slowly, pulled until she stood an inch short, then he leaned into her and captured her lips. This wasn’t an intense desire like last time. He was slow, methodical, drawing his teeth across her bottom lip, making her sigh. He weaved his hand into her hair, pulling out the tie that held it in a bun, letting her long tresses fall around her face.

Again, she didn’t realize they were moving until her back met the wall and she was trapped. He pulled away trailing his lips, his tongue across her jaw as he loosened the top two buttons on her shirt pulling it open. Then his hands moved down her body, until he leaned down, grabbing her, lifting her up, guiding her legs around his waist. Then she was held up against the wall as his lips and hands devoured her. Heat flowed like waves over her entire body, tension built up in her center as he pressed his hard length against her.

Jae-eun face flushed as she realized Kyungsoo wasn’t just playing with her, he was just as affected by this as she was.

He hissed as she moved against him reveling in that little bit of power. As his lips moved to feast on the sensitive skin of her neck she sighed his name.

“Do it again,” he demanded, whispering it against her ear.

She obliged, “Kyungsoo!”

He groaned as his hand found its way to her collar, pulling the fabric away, exposing her shoulder, “Damn, I love how you say my name.”

Then his lips were there, on the same spot where he had left the bruise the first time. Again, he pulled at the skin, the sting making her whimper, making her want more. All her dreams, couldn’t compare to the reality of being this close to him. Her whole body ached to be caressed by his hands, and each inch of skin that was privileged enough to receive it, rejoiced in the feeling. When he was satisfied with his work, he pulled away, breathing heavy against her neck.

Slowly, he released her, unwrapping her legs from around his waist, her arms from around his neck. When she was solidly on the ground, he pressed his lips to hers, quickly. Then he pulled the shirt back again to show her the mark.

“I put this here, because I’m the only one who gets to leave a mark on your body. No one else. And especially not in places that I can’t see. Understand?” He questioned.

Jae-eun nodded, words unable to form in her head.

“Good, now, you should get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning, Jagi.” He pressed one last, tender kiss to her lips and backed away, leaving her a feverish mess against the wall.

Alone in the living room, Jae-eun slid in a heap to the floor. Yeah, she would never claim to be smart again. Cause though he hadn’t insulted her this time, he had imprinted himself in every cell in her body. She didn’t know if he was actually staking a claim on her, but it was clear to her now that claim or not, she wanted to belong to him. If his goal was to make her forget the night of the fight, he had succeeded.

The only thing Jae-eun knew for sure at the moment was that she was going to need a cold shower, and even then she wasn’t sure she’d ever sleep again.

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gilbirda · 7 years ago

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Pool party

Last day for the mtnn week! I wish I did more stuff for the fandom, but I can’t write much with exams coming up next month.

Here’s the last prompt, Identity, one I guess I’m not quite happy with how it turned out, but I still think is a good idea.

Crossover with Ansatsu Kyoshitsu. Because there’s never enough neuyako!Karma. Hinted NagisaxKarma.

Title: Pool party.

Summary: When a pool party seems like a good idea after graduation. Add a bird demon to the mix and a class full of assassins and see what happens.

***

”Are you sure that your parents won't mind?” Nagisa asked for the tenth time as they hiked the last of the path to Karma’s secondary house. He invited them to his villa on the mountains in hopes of distracting their minds from the pain and sorrow after the graduation.

Karma himself wasn't on his best right now, but his mother proposed this pool party thing to lift her son’s mood a little bit. “I want to meet your friends,” she had said, “and this Nagisa boy you talk so much about.”

While the idea of mixing her parents (and probably uncle Godai) with his classmates was a bit intense, and many many things could go bad, he had decided to use this opportunity to tell them who he really was. His father was okay with it as he said “if those brats can keep the octopus’ secret, they can keep mine”. Karma told them about Korosensei not long after meeting the infamous teacher, he could see that the rule was so the parents wouldn’t pull out their children from the school, so he told them about the assassination and his plans, and after that he told them what he was learning at school.

His mother wasn’t so keen on having her baby on a class full of violence, but as Neuro pointed out, Karma was part demon and he would need a way to burn all the extra energy. Karma didn’t feel so different than his human friends, maybe more strength and stamina, but so far zero demon flashy powers.

What a bummer.

“Nah, they’ll love to have more people on the house. Usually some family friends come to visit, but they seem to be busy right now. Mom and Dad may have to leave after a while. For work,” he explained in a neutral voice. They were leaving, again. He wished that they didn’t have to, but he understood the need for mysteries. He was at peace with the situation since a while ago, as one time he had to see his father in pretty bad shape when he was so low on energy that he had to go back to Hell for a few days.

But that didn’t mean that he liked it.

“I’m sorry,” his friend said, knowing about his issues with his parents.

“Don’t worry about it,” Karma smiled and sighed when the house finally appeared.

***

“Do you think they’ll freak out?” Yako asked while looking through the kitchen window. From there you could see the path where the kids should come out from any moment.

“I guess so,” Neuro simply said while looking at some papers. He wasn’t that interested in meeting Karma’s friends, but rolled with the situation. Maybe one of them had a mystery. Or maybe he could find something to blackmail his son.

“I think I’m a little too underdressed for this,” she continued not really caring about his answer, “I am a mother, right? Mothers don’t go around in bikinis and stuff like that.”

The demon finally looked up from his work and analyzed his worried wife. She was wearing a blue bikini with a simple floral design, a piece he remembered was a birthday gift from Kanae. Over the swimwear she had a short summer dress in a very thin fabric that allowed to see what was underneath, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Why was she fretting so much? She had stuff to show and from what he had been able to collect about human nature, human women are usually proud to look this well past their thirties.

“I think you look gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear, earning the expected shudder and a smack that failed to hit his face.

“Neuro!” she turned, her face beautifully red in embarrassment. “Don’t start now! We are having guests very soon!”

He smirked.

“Sure.”

And he went and did exactly the opposite of what she was asking for. In a swift movement, he lifted her and seated her on the kitchen counter, her legs parted and positioned around his waist. Before she could protest, he put one gloved hand on her mouth and another one on his own lips, signaling her that she must be quiet. Yako frowned. Right now was not a good moment.

“I don’t think this is a good idea…,” she whispered looking at him right in the eyes. He didn’t seem convinced by her very convincing reasons (children coming to the house and the like), and leaned down to kiss her.

“OH MY G-” came the strangled voice of their son from the kitchen door that connected with the pool entrance. “Mom! Dad! Please, not in plain daylight!” the teenager turned around, grumbling about nasty adults.

Yako facepalmed.

“This is all your fault,” she said, glaring at Neuro.

The demon gave her back his blank stare, feigning innocence.

***

Class-E was currently chilling on the water, some sharing anecdotes of their teacher and trying not to cry, some people laughing instead of crying, other people distracting themselves talking with friends or reading by the pool.

Karma was drinking some smoothie his mother had made for everyone under the shade of an umbrella, talking with Okuda and Nagisa about what they were doing next year, when the idiot of Terasaka has to sit down and comment on his mother’s appearance. She had came out of the house a while back to greet the guests, still blushing a little, lovingly patting everyone’s heads and telling them that they could be just like it was their house. To hide her identity for the moment, they had agreed to put a black wig on her head with Akane attached; just like his father had changed his hair colour to red with the magical demon beads on the tips of his hair.

“She’s quite hot, right?” the classmate smiled and drank from his smoothie, leaning his chair back a little bit. “You had it really hidden, you bastard.”

Karma felt like breaking the man’s face.

“Yeah, I must agree with you,” the people on the table turned their faces at neck-breaking speed, finding Karma’s father chilling there like he had been seating with them the whole time, taking a sip from his son’s glass before adjusting his big sunglasses and folding his hands on top of the table. “But I think her butt looks better in green.”

Used to seeing him in his blue suit, it was weird looking at him wearing only swimming trunks and a towel over his shoulders. Karma facepalmed a little bit.

“Dad…”

“Neuro!” his mother’s voice interrupted him. “Leave the kids alone.”

“But isn’t this a pool party? I want to get into the pool with you~” the demon going undercover complained and got up to pull his wife to his chest. Now everyone was looking at them.

“Don’t start again…”

The man leaned down and whispered something on his wife’s ear that got her face completely red, igniting the imagination of the people around them. As Karma’s dad jumped into the water with the woman still in his arms, Fuwa frowned a little bit. She had said “Neuro” and if her memory was any good, that was the name of the famous detective Yako Katsuragi’s assistant. But their surname was “Akabane”... Something was definitely up.

***

As the night fell on the people having fun on the pool, dinner time came around. Food was passed around, simple hot dogs and some chips, gulped down by the hungry youngsters and a very hungry mother. Karma shot her a look reminding her that they were trying to keep a secret in the place, and she controlled herself, promising to eat everything that left in a later time.

Karma looked up to the beautiful starry sky and sighed.

“Guys,” he said in the silence as everyone was digesting their food. They looked at him, curious to see what was he going to say, Nagisa relieved that his friend decided to let out whatever was troubling him and Fuwa’s heart going a mile an hour. She loved a good mystery and maybe Karma was going to reveal something? “I have something to confess to you. This is as important as Korosensei’s secret and you must never reveal it to anyone,” he looked at every ex-classmate in front of him at the eyes, assuring that they wouldn’t put him and his family in danger. “I decided to tell you as we’ve been through a lot and maybe you deserve an explanation of… of my behaviour.”

“Are you gay, Karma?” asked Okuda softly, a sympathetic look on her eyes. “We won’t judge you.” Some people laughed tentatively, not sure if Okuda was joking or not.

“Not, that’s not it,” he said and gave his mother, who was worriedly looking through the kitchen window, a tiny nod. “You see, some of you wonder if I’m some kind of monster or inhuman being. I know I am being called a demon behind my back.” He ignored the few uncomfortable looks. “The truth is, you were not wrong!”

A tense silence fell on the former Class-E, waiting for the punchline.

“Are you being serious?” asked Nagisa beside him, slightly frowning in disbelief.

“As serious as I can be,” he answered. “In fact, I am only half demon. You see, it comes from my father’s side of the family.”

The door to the kitchen opened and Neuro came out in his full blue attire, green-ish yellow hair with dark bangs and everything, smiling and showing his pointed teeth. Beside him was Yako, now in warmer clothes as it got colder at night in the mountains, without the black wig and with a tense smile on her face.

“I want to properly introduce you to Yako Katsuragi and my father, Neuro Nogami. A demon.”

Karma knew that the gasp would come, and the surprised stares, and the frantic looks between his parents and him. But above all, one voice rose:

“YOUR MOTHER IS THE FAMOUS DETECTIVE KATSURAGI YAKO!” screamed Fuwa with a pale face. “Oh my god, I need to lie down for a bit.”

And that’s how she fainted on some guy’s arms. And while a few were staring at the very famous woman in front of them, mouth open in surprise, the rest were eyeing the demon as if trying to find anything different in him with this new information. He didn’t look demon-y at all, if you ignored a survival instinct deep inside, and few frowned not buying it.

It’s true that their sensei wasn’t exactly human, but he was a science experiment. To accept that such thing as a demon could be real…?

“Dad, do your thing.”

“Sure,” they heard his deep voice before a flurry of magenta feathers filled the space between the parents and them, making the teenagers cover their eyes to avoid losing them in the process.

When they opened them, beside Karma’s mom was... a parrot. A very big parrot, like the size of a pick-up truck, with enormous horns on top of its head and vicious-looking sharp teeth on its beak. Was this the true face of their ex-classmate’s father? It was no surprise that he had taken Korosensei’s looks without blinking.

And now everything made more sense: Karma’s superior abilities, his intelligence, his unusual behaviour and even the origin of his name, as it was widely known that Yako Katsuragi and her assistant traveled a lot around the world, solving numerous cases.

“I guess I can’t be surprised about it. You never were a normal human anyways,” Nagisa said to his friend, patting him softly on the back, both knowing what he meant by those words.

Unknown to both boys, Yako was watching them with a glint in her eyes. So this was the Nagisa boy that her son has been talking so much about, huh? She wanted to know him more, as she was sure that looks could be deceiving and he looked way too innocent to be the beast her son said he was; but if the blue haired teenager was able to keep up with Karma, then he was automatically approved.

She glanced at her currently-turned-parrot husband, finding him looking at those kids with the same calculating eyes he had when in front of a succulent mystery. He then looked at her and she swore he smiled with his eyes. He was thinking the exact same thing, she was sure of it.

Oh boy. If there was one thing that both parents would always agree with was bullying their own son from now and then, and more specifically, messing with his love life.

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amylillian22 · 7 years ago

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An Answered Prayer - Jake Miller Imagine

Requested by bronson2015 (Wattpad) - Y/N was working at a diner, seeing jake. Jake waits for his order being taken, as he just sees how kind she is. For example giving a little girl on the house muffins, due to her parents being food freaks and not feeding their kid. Seeing how her very touchy boss treats her, how she stands up for herself. She eventually takes jakes order, she smiles as his smile grew wider. She says it'll be right up, after jake and her talk for a bit. She gives the order in and her boss touches her again, she does something badass and says she quits. She drives home, to her boyfriend. She walks through the front door, seeing him cheating on her. She leaves, as her now ex boyfriend follows her out. After he got a shirt and jeans on. They start fighting, as she also throws punches. Soon he got her on the ground, pinning her down. She tells him to go to hell, but then luckily. Jake drives past and tells his driver to stop the car, as he runs and helps her. She passes out. (You can continue it, I trust you)

Word Count: 2,824

Warnings: Being sexually harassed and verbally abused.

Author's Note: I changed a few things because I really didn't like the idea of writing the reader being hit by a man. I hope you don't mind.

Y/N looked up as the bell rang, signaling a new customer walking in. A young and very attractive guy slid in one of her booths. He wore a black cap backwards and a jacket, revealing a white t-shirt with a band’s logo Y/N wasn’t familiar with.

“I’ll be right with you,” she smiled. He smiled back with a small nod.

She looked back at her favorite customer, Kasie. She was 15 and her workaholic parents were health nuts. Not that there’s anything wrong with eating healthy, but every teenager deserves some real, good, greasy food every once in a while. Every Friday afternoon, her parents would leave for a business trip for the weekend. By Friday evening, Kasie would be sitting in her favorite booth ordering the kind of foods her parents would have a heart attack if they saw it inside their house.

Kasie noticed the smile on Y/N’s face. She looked in the direction Y/N had previously looked at and noticed the guy that walked in a few seconds ago. He was sitting in Y/N’s section, just a couple of booths away from Kasie’s.

“Whoa. He’s cute!” Kasie gushed, looking back at Y/N.

“I know, right?” Y/N agreed with a giggle. Jake couldn’t help but smile as he overheard them.

“Do you know him?” Kasie asked.

Y/N shook her head. “I’ve never seen him before. He must be passing through and stopped for a quick bite or something,” she said looking back at new guy, who was already looking at the menu. “Anyways,” Y/N looked away and back at Kasie. “Here are some muffins.”

“I didn’t order any-“

“I know. These are on the house,” Y/N smiled. “I thought maybe you would like these in the morning.”

From the corner of his eye, Jake saw the whole thing and overheard what she was doing for the young girl. He was touched by the waitress’ generosity.

“It’s better than the kale stuff my parents left me,” Kasie grabbed the bag. “Thank you so much.”

“Anytime, kiddo. See you tomorrow night?”

“Of course! Where else am I going to get the best burger in town?” Kasie asked as she got out of the booth. Y/N laughed as Kasie waved goodbye.

Y/N walked towards her new customer with a smile on her face. He looked up from the menu and couldn’t help but mirror her actions with his perfect megawatt smile. She reached in for her notebook pad and grabbed the pen she had tucked behind her ear as she stood in front of his booth.

“Hi. Welcome to Bob’s Dinner. I’m Y/N and I’ll be your waitress this evening.”

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

“Of course.”

“Did you know you have an infectious smile?” Jake smiled cheekily.

Y/N smiled back. “I could ask the same thing,” she flirted back.

Jake chuckled. “I’m Jake,” he said as he offered his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jake,” she shook his hand. “What can I get you to drink?”

“What do you recommend?”

“Well, our strawberry milkshakes are very popular, but truthfully, I prefer the chocolate milkshake-“

“I’ll take a chocolate milkshake,” he interrupted with a smile.

“Perfect. I’ll give you a few more minutes to order and I’ll be right back with your drink,” she smiled at him once more before she walked towards the counter. She grabbed a glass and started making Jake’s milkshake.

Her sleazy boss stepped out of the kitchen and immediately saw Y/N. He always thought she was beautiful. He’s been trying to get into her pants since he first hired her. Truthfully, that’s the only reason why he hired her, to sleep with her. He didn’t care if she had no restaurant working experience at the time or didn’t have any references on her application. He made the exception for her and to his surprise, she was actually his best waitress. She was great at her job and the customers loved her.

“Hey, baby,” Y/N cringed at the nickname her boss had for her. It always made her feel extremely uncomfortable. However, he had never done anything more than call her nicknames. She let it slide, as she needed the money.

“Hey, Bob,” she replied back as she grabbed a straw and napkin.

“What time is your shift over?” He asked her.

She tried to fight back an eye roll. She knew Bob already knew her schedule, as he’s the one that makes it. “In an hour,” she replied anyways.

“That’s the time I’m headed home,” he clicked his tongue before giving her a creepy smile. He always purposely left at the same time her shift ended, in hopes to give her a ride home or take her back to his place. “Can I give you a ride home?” He asked hopeful.

She shook her head as she placed a cherry on top of the milkshake. “That’s okay. My boyfriend will be here to pick me up,” she said as she walked back to Jake.

Y/N has been with her boyfriend, Frank, for almost 3 years. She was thankful he took her in when she had nowhere else to go. However, recently, Frank hadn’t been himself. He started drinking more and became an insanely jealous boyfriend. He got jealous over the littlest things. Y/N was scared one day he would snap and take things too far. She was only staying with him until she had enough money to live on her own. Lucky, that day was closer than she thought.

“One chocolate milkshake,” she smiled at Jake as she placed the glass on the table. She pulled out her notepad again. “Have you decided what you’ll be having tonight?”

Jake nodded as he placed the menu back at the end of the table by the napkin holder with the rest of the menus. “Pancakes, with scrambled eggs, and bacon. Is it weird to have breakfast for dinner?” He chuckled.

“Not at all,” she giggled. “I do the same thing all the time. Your order will be right out.”

“Thanks,” he smiled as he saw her walk away. He wanted to talk to her, get to know her a little better, but he couldn’t help but overhear she had a boyfriend. He wasn’t one to take another man’s girl.

Y/N called out the order throughout the open kitchen window when she stood behind the counter. The cook nodded and started working on Jake’s order. When she turned around she nearly slammed into her boss. He leaned in with that creepy smile of his and placed his hands on the counter with her in between, trapping her with his arms.

“What-“

“Why won’t you let me take you home, baby?” His voice was low and it sent an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Come on, you know you want me to. I’ve seen the way you look at me and I’ve been trying to get home since I first hired you. Why do you keep fighting it?”

Across the diner, Jake looked up from his phone and immediately saw how uncomfortable Y/N was. The guy was clearly invading her personal space. When he was about to get up and help her out, Y/N gently pushed Bob back, but her small shove did nothing. He barely moved an inch.

“Bob, back off,” she warned.

He cocked an eyebrow and leaned a little bit closer. “What are you going to do if I don’t, baby?” He nearly groaned at the idea of what she could possibly do. The lust in his eyes was very noticeable and Y/N couldn’t help but cringe.

She wrapped her hands around his forearms, held him tight before jerking her knee up, instantly hitting him in his most sensitive area. As Bob groaned and bent forwarded, Y/N grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and pushed his head against the countertop. Bob let out a small sob.

“The next time you invade a woman’s personal space and sexually harass her, I hope you remember this moment, Bob. I’m done putting up with your shit,” she said angrily against his ear. “I quit, you filthy pig.”

Bob groaned as stumbled to the floor when Y/N let go. “Well.. yeah? You’re fired!” He snapped back before groaning again, as the yelling caused his pain to increase.

Y/N untied her apron and threw it at him. She quickly grabbed her purse and light jacket before walking towards the door. She only needed about $200 more bucks before she was going to quit, leave her boyfriend, and move out of his place. However, after tonight, she didn’t care. She didn’t want to work with a sleazy boss anymore and she certainly didn’t want to stay in Frank’s apartment all day. She would pack her bags and leave tonight.

As she walked out of diner, she noticed a familiar beaten up red truck in the parking lot. Frank was early. He wasn’t supposed to pick her up until her shift ended in about an hour. As she got closer to the truck, he stepped out. He was wearing a dirty white shirt with his black faded, ripped jeans. He had a Jack Daniels bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip. Y/N noticed the bottle was nearly empty. She had no doubt he bought the bottle about an hour ago and drank almost the entire thing by himself.

“I saw what you did in there, baby girl,” he slurred and stumbled as he walked towards her.

“Defending myself from some pig?” She asked, taking a step back.

He shook his head. “You’re a good girl. He deserved that,” he chuckled before taking another drink. “But I’m talking about you being a whore.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, completely unaware about what he was talking about. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I saw you,” he took a step forward. “Flirting with that pretty boy. Who the hell do you think you are? Huh, bitch?” He nearly growled. “You're mine. Don’t you dare look at another man like you did with him again.”

“Fuc-“ Y/N started, but immediately shut her mouth as Frank dropped his cigarette on the floor and pulled his arm back. Frank swung his arm forward, but Y/N was quick to take a few steps back. She knew he had only missed because he was drunk enough to see doubles and could barely walk straight.

Jake saw everything while looking out the window. He immediately rushed outside. “Are you alright?” Jake asked, suddenly by her side.

Y/N swallowed hard and nodded her head. She was too shocked to say anything. Frank had never tried to hit her before. He had only verbally abused her, especially when he was drunk, but he had never laid a hand on her.

“Let’s get you out of here, okay?” Jake asked softly as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t you dare leave with him, you stupid bitch!” Frank called out. “You get in the damn truck, whore!”

“Hey, asshole!” Jake snapped back. “Have some respect!”

“Fuck you, asshole!” Frank yelled before he tried to take a swing at Jake. Jake quickly ducked and managed to pull the same move Y/N had done with Bob. He grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and shoved Frank against his own truck. Frank yelled out in pain as he dropped the bottle, which instantly shattered into pieces when it touched the ground.

“She’s not going home with you,” Jake said between his clenched teeth. “You stay away from her. Got it?” When Frank said nothing, Jake twisted his arm some more. Frank whined in pain. “Okay!” Frank surrendered.

“Y/N, get the keys from the truck,” Jake ordered. Y/N had no idea what Jake had in mind, but she did it anyways. When she got the keys, she looked at Jake, wondering what to do next. “Throw them into the field as far as you can.”

“Don’t do it!” Frank argued. “I’m sorry, baby girl. Please don’t do it!” He begged.

Y/N looked behind the truck to see an opened field right next to the diner. She knew if she threw them into the field, it would take Frank hours before he could find them. She slung her arm back and threw the keys further than Jake expected. She let out a small smile as playing softball growing up paid off.

Jake let got of Frank and fell to the ground. Before Frank could do or say anything next, Jake grabbed her hand and quickly rushed towards his Jeep. “Get in,” he said as he unlocked his Jeep. She gave him a quizzical look. “Trust me. It’ll be okay,” he reassured her as he opened the door for her.

She didn’t have the slightest clue who he was, but her gut instinct said to trust him. She nodded before she hopped in the passenger seat. Jake closed the door and quickly walked around the Jeep to the driver’s seat. He started the engine and looked at her. “Where to?”

She sighed. “Frank’s apartment.”

He looked at her confused. She shook her head. “I need to get my things before Frank comes home. I’m done. I’m done with my shitty ass boyfriend. I’m done working for an asshole.” Her chin trembled as tears slowly fell down her cheeks.

“Okay,” Jake whispered as he wiped away the tears. “Where does he live?”

She gave him the address to the apartment, which was about 3 miles away from the diner. Within 5 minutes, Jake pulled up into an empty parking space. She said it would only take a minute, but he wasn’t going to leave her alone. He didn’t want to take the risk of Frank or Bob showing up.

As she quickly grabbed her bags and started filling them up with her things, Jake looked around the bedroom. There wasn’t much really. The wallpaper was beginning to chip off. There was only a bed and a dresser. No picture frames or home decor to make it look like a bedroom. However, there was a small fold out table by the bed with empty bottles. Jake knew that was Frank’s side of the bed.

“Do you have a place to go?” Jake asked as Y/N grabbed the last of her things. She shook her head as she zipped up her bags. “Do you have any friends you could call?”

“Nope,” she sighed as she slung a bag on each arm. “Frank was never fond of the idea of me having friends. Besides, I worked all the time. I never had time to have friends. I needed the money to leave.”

“Any family members?”

“Only child and my parents died a few years ago.”

Jake sighed. “Okay, so come with me...” he hesitated. He wasn’t sure if that was too much. After all, he was practically a stranger to her. She knew nothing about him. He wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t trust him considering how her boyfriend and her boss treated her. She was around men that treated her like crap, but he had to ask. He wanted to help her and he’d only hope she’d say yes.

She swallowed hard. “Why should I?” She asked.

“Well, you have nowhere to go and you don’t have a job. Also, something tells me you want to get away from this small town as far as possible. I can help you with that.”

“You can? How?”

“Well, I’m a singer and we start my tour in two days ago. It’s a three-month tour. I could hire you to work the merch table. You could sell my stuff during my shows. You’d be on the road for a while. Neither Frank nor Bob would find you. Plus, it’s good money. You’ll have three months to figure out what you want to do next. You could stay with me until we hit the road.”

“You’d do that for me?” She asked.

“Yeah, Y/N,” he gave her a small, soft smile. “Look, I know we just met. You don’t know me. So, I won’t be surprised if you don’t trust me, but there’s something about you. I don’t know what it is, but I want to help you. What happened back there...” he trailed, trying not to let the anger boil under his skin, “you don’t deserve that. No girl does. I know it’s hard for you to trust me, but let me help you. Please.”

Again, that feeling that told her she should trust him came back. Warm tears filled her eyes as her prayer of finally escaping her terrible life was finally happening. She let out a small sigh of relief as she nodded her head. “I can never thank you for this opportunity. I know it’s nothing-“

“But it’s something,” Jake smiled as he interrupted her. “Come on. Let’s go,” he said as he grabbed her bags and led the way back to his Jeep.

They placed her bags in the back seat. When Jake closed the door and turned around to face her, she immediately embraced him for a hug. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Anytime,” he whispered back as he held her tight. “You’re going to be just fine,” he pulled back.

She smiled and held his hand. “As long as I’m with you, I know I will.”

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'I completely lost it': the movie scenes that made our writers weep

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'I completely lost it': the movie scenes that made our writers weep

From Toy Story 2 to Under the Skin, writers pick the cinematic moments that made them cry and explain why. Spoilers ahead

Aunt Lucys trip, Paddington 2

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On the face of it, Paddington is a fairly broad kids film franchise about the hijinks of a CGI bear, and so probably shouldnt make a grown human cry hot, salty tears. But that description ignores the fact that Paddington is a really, really well-made kids film franchise about the hijinks of a CGI bear, one that completely gets the pathos of its central character, a little lost immigrant searching for something resembling a family. Both films ably tug at the heartstrings, but the second film got me sniffling as early as 15 minutes in when Paddington imagines giving his only living relative, Aunt Lucy, a tour around London, something that in reality is impossible as shes stuck thousands of miles away in darkest Peru. When at the end of the film spoiler alert Aunt Lucy arrives on the Brown familys doorstep and she and Paddington hug, I completely, unapologetically lost it. Lord knows what surprises Paddington 3 has planned for my tear ducts. GM

When She Loved Me, Toy Story 2

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Just before writing this, I put When She Loved Me from Toy Story 2 on YouTube once again, just to check. Yep. Just as always, I choke up, in the same abject, lip-wobbling, head-bowed way. It still has that terrible power.

When She Loved Me is the song written by Randy Newman and sung by the devastated toy cowgirl Jessie and in fact performed, beautifully, on the soundtrack by Canadian singer Sarah McLachlan. The song is Jessies way of telling Woody why she has grimly decided to submit to the airless world of the toy museum, because it is better than the inevitable heartbreak and delusion of loving a fickle human child. She reveals her anguish that her owner, Emily, has fallen out of love with her outgrown her, in fact. As Emily entered the world of adolescence, pop music and boys, Jessie was left under the bed and finally dumped.

When I first saw this scene and misled by the size disparity between toy and owner I thought it was a parable for a childs anxiety over being abandoned by the parent. But now that I am a parent I can see the truth which is completely the opposite way around. It is about the parents fear of being abandoned by the child: the terrible fear, actually the terrible certainty, that the kid one day wont want to play with you. They will grow up and want something else. This song is utterly devastating. It is modern cinemas equivalent of the Vesti La Giubba aria from Pagliacci the tragic clown smiling on the outside but crying on the inside. Im afraid to watch it too often. I dont want to break down over and over again. But I also want to preserve its power over me. PB

Ruths death, Fried Green Tomatoes

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In many respects, Fried Green Tomatoes is not a movie for the modern age. It is a story about racism in the deep south told largely by way of eliciting our sympathies for wealthy white characters; it is a story about a lesbian relationship that had to slide its lesbian relationship in unnoticed, by presenting it as a very close friendship fulfilled by food fights, poker games and heads leaning meaningfully on shoulders. But I am deeply fond of this 1991 Sunday afternoon classic. Ive seen it more times than is healthy, and so I know exactly what is coming and when, and yet am still unable to resist the inevitable guttural sobbing that comes with the death scene.

There are plenty of teasers for it, too: Buddy on the train tracks, even Mrs Threadgoode talking about the death of her adult son. Nothing, however, can prepare the viewer for Ruth asking Idgie to tell her the old story about the frozen lake thats now somewhere over in Georgia. It doesnt so much pull on heartstrings as play a full symphony on them, and its devastating. As Sipsey puts it, a lady always knows when to leave. RN

The rooftop dance, Eat Pray Love

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While I was repelled by the mere existence of the Eat Pray Love book, I found something strangely charming about its big-screen translation. It was a mixture of glossy food porn, glossy travel porn and glossy Julia Roberts emoting porn (she remains one of the best fake criers in Hollywood) all wrapped up in a rather unique tale of a woman trying to unshackle herself from the men in her life. But while that all provided mostly surface-level enjoyment, one scene cut deeper and the extent to which it cuts surprises me still.

As is often with the case with movie tears, these were tied to a real-world experience that had happened not long before I sat down to watch. I was dumped by a long-term boyfriend without much of an explanation and without any sort of warning. I was heartbroken and seeking some form of closure that was kept cruelly out of reach. I didnt understand why it had happened and it was the not knowing that felt harder than the break-up itself.

In the film, Roberts character has left her flighty husband and remains haunted by the heartbreak shes caused. On a rooftop in Delhi, a vision of him appears and they dance to Neil Youngs heart-grabbing Harvest Moon, the song that was supposed to accompany their first wedding dance. She reminds him that she did love him. He tells her he still loves and misses her. They cry and continue to dance. At the end, she tells him that it wont last forever, nothing does. Its a short scene but it hit me like a bus, it still does now. My tears are for the film but theyre also for something deeper: the sting of loving someone who stopped loving me and the ache of an ending I was never allowed in real life. BL

The thunderstorm, Click

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Adam Sandler can make me cry harder than hes ever made me laugh, the true test of a clown. Yes, even in the underappreciated comedy Click about a dad who finds a magical remote control in the Beyond section of Bed Bath & Beyond.

Sandlers workaholic architect fast-forwards through the worst parts of his day the dull weeknight frozen dinners with his family, the repetitive arguments, the gross times everyone gets knocked out by the flu in order to get to his next promotion so he can buy his kids whatever they want. His plan doesnt go well, of course. But whats shocking is how gut-rippingly painful it is to see Sandler hit play on his life only to realize hes skipped past everything that matters. His bodys been present, the bills have been paid, but his emotional engagements been staticky a trade-off too many of us can understand.

In the climax, old man Sandler sobs in a thunderstorm as he arrives at his daughters wedding only to learn shed rather her stepdad walk her down the aisle, and his son has grown up to mimic his job-first, family-second example. I rarely cry at unavoidable tragedies where no ones at fault. My weakness is characters regretting choices they cant rewind. Click isnt Ingmar Bergman Sandler gets a happy ending but I barely saw his relief through the rainstorm on my face. AN

The courtroom, Kramer vs Kramer

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By all accounts, Robert Bentons film Kramer vs Kramer skews heavily toward Dustin Hoffmans Ted, whose wife Joanna has left him and their six-year-old son Billy. Billy and Ted make french toast together, or argue about eating ice cream before dinner, or visit the nearby jungle gym. Were it not for Meryl Streep and the trenchant, intuitive way she humanizes a woman who, in the 70s, would have otherwise been made to seem mawkish and unstable Kramer vs Kramer might be just a schmaltzy panegyric on fatherhood.

But leave it to our greatest living actor to turn a film on its head with a single scene. You know the one: Joanna, during the custody hearing, is subjected to a string of sexist questions about her failure as a wife and a mother. When asked why shes seeking custody of Billy, she blinks three times, beginning the monologue Streep herself wrote in an effort to redeem her character, who she initially perceived to be an ogre, a princess, an ass.

Billys only seven years old. He needs me, she says, reciting the word need with a whispery uptick as she glances at her ex. Im not saying he doesnt need his father. But I really believe he needs me more. After catching her breath, she becomes more emphatic: I was his mommy for five and a half years. Since I was about Billys age when my parents got divorced, ergo, too young to understand or even care, Ive always been astonished and, by proxy, moved by how compassionately Streep plumbs the depths of Joannas truth. JN

The beach, Under the Skin

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Little focuses the mind more effectively on human distress than the arrival of your own kids; scenes in films which I might once have snoozed through now induce boggle-eyed terror OH MY GOD, DONT LEAVE THAT BABY NEAR THAT COFFEE TABLE, IT HASNT GOT A CORNER PROTECTOR! But nothing has topped at least, not yet the scene in Under the Skin where Scarlett Johansson murders a swimmer and drags him off to eat him.

Its not the murder thats so epically upsetting, though its gruesome enough: Johansson, playing an alien visitor permanently on the lookout for human nutrients, simply bangs him over the head with a large stone as he lies prone and exhausted on the beach. Its what goes on in the background that is so awful. A woman goes into the water to try and rescue her drowning dog, and her male partner instinctively rushes in after her, leaving their toddler alone high on the shore. Johanssons chum the only other adult on this lonely Scottish beach goes to help too.

With the speed of falling dominoes, a nice little day out unravels: the mother and father are swept away to who knows where, and the alien takes her chance to acquire their would-be rescuer as a food source. Meanwhile, the suddenly abandoned kid is shrieking in terror as the night closes in. Another, less astute film-maker, might cap the scene with the alien scooping the kid up and adding him to her dinner menu, but what Glazer contrives is absolutely horrifying. Johansson-alien simply ignores it, and leaves it alone. The film moves on, this incident consigned to the past.

I have to confess I was absolutely blindsided by the scene; mostly, I think, because of the its sheer unexpectedness. I think I was gripped by a kind of internal hysteria: shock, hyperventilation, a feeling the back of my head might explode. (I cant say I actually cried though I may have, but in the confusion I cant really remember.) I certainly had to hold on to the seat to stop myself bolting out of the cinema then and there. I am aware theres a some degree of self-indulgence here: the fact that my daughter was about the same age as the kid in the film undoubtedly super-sensitised my reactions. But everyone has their weak spot; this is very much mine. AP

The birth, Cheaper by the Dozen 2

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Cheaper by the Dozen 2, if you havent seen it you probably havent, why would you have? is the sequel to the remake of family comedy Cheaper by the Dozen, and Im sure it was made because Steve Martin, the star of the franchise, needed to pay his mortgage. The main gist of the movie is that Martin and his wife, played by Bonnie Hunt, have 12 children who get into various japes. Its asinine. But during a time in my life when I was making a lot of transatlantic flights, Cheaper By the Dozen 2 was always an option on the British Airways seatback televisions, and one day I found, because of the frequency of my flights, I had watched all of the other films.

What choice did I have? At the climactic scene, where the oldest daughter, played by Piper Perabo, gives birth, and then names the baby after her father because he has shown her that there is no way to be a perfect parent, but a million ways to be a really good one, I cried so much the man sitting next to me regarded me with what appeared to be real concern. There may have not been enough cocktail napkins on the whole plane to dry my tears. Was it the recycled air? Was it the two miniature bottles of white wine? Or was it that a joyful childbirth scene can warm the cockles of even the coldest of hearts? JHE

The accidental reunion, Manchester by the Sea

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Weve got a real talent for repression back in Massachusetts. Kenneth Lonergans searing Manchester by the Sea plays out a 15-minute drive from my childhood home and, true to life, the characters all struggle to articulate the perfect storms of emotion raging within them.

When Lee (Casey Affleck) has a chance encounter with his ex-wife Randi (Michelle Williams), the shared history between them is literally unspeakable. They sputter out fragments of sentences that act as a shorthand for vast reservoirs of guilt and self-loathing they cant bear to express, and because they know one another so intimately, they can intuit all the meaning they have to. Theyve both shoved a lot deep down inside just so they can look at themselves in the mirror, and when in the presence of the only other person on the planet who understands what theyve been through, some of it has to come out. Randi does most of the talking, inviting Lee to lunch so they can get some closure, and he ends the conversation by walking away. Shes ready to face her past and be fully present in the new life shes built for herself. Lee, a North Shore boy born and bred, feels more comfortable starting a bar fight as his form of therapy. CB

The hotel, Unrelated

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Joanna Hoggs first film, Unrelated, has had something of a second life on account of being the debut of Tom Hiddleston, and set during a Tuscan summer, which means swimming pool, which means toplessness, and lots of it. Its nice to imagine the Loki-lovers streaming this masterpiece of English upper-middle-class excruciation. As its ending shows, specificity is no barrier to emotional oomph.

The story sees a woman in her early 40s, Anna (Kathryn Worth), holidaying with old friends and their teenage children. She finds she prefers the company of the kids, especially the charming Oakley (Hiddleston, then 26, playing eight years younger). The holiday implodes. Anna goes to stay at a grim airport hotel. Her friend visits, crossly wanting to know whats behind her behaviour. Anna explains that, quite recently, she thought she was pregnant but no, in fact, it was an early menopause. Shell never be able to have children. She sobs and bends double on the bed. It is shot in one take, from the middle distance, acted with a banal frankness which feels like eavesdropping.

When I saw it a decade back, it floored me: a twist I hadnt foreseen, a pain I could only imagine. A few years ago, I began consciously avoiding the film, fearful a similar fate awaited me. Now I can safely watch it again or, I thought I could, but Hogg is much too superb and mysterious a film-maker for that. It isnt simply the information which is terrible, it is the dreadful catharsis of its expression, coming after so much obfuscation. The stifle has gone; instead there is the most awful sadness. Buttoning up is often the bravest way. CS

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'I completely lost it': the movie scenes that made our writers weep

New Post has been published on https://writingguideto.com/must-see/i-completely-lost-it-the-movie-scenes-that-made-our-writers-weep/

'I completely lost it': the movie scenes that made our writers weep

From Toy Story 2 to Under the Skin, writers pick the cinematic moments that made them cry and explain why. Spoilers ahead

Aunt Lucys trip, Paddington 2

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When She Loved Me, Toy Story 2

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Ruths death, Fried Green Tomatoes

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The rooftop dance, Eat Pray Love

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The thunderstorm, Click

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The courtroom, Kramer vs Kramer

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The beach, Under the Skin

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The birth, Cheaper by the Dozen 2

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The accidental reunion, Manchester by the Sea

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The hotel, Unrelated

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