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sunkissedpages · 3 years ago

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instead of you [part sixteen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

word count: 3.1k

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smut warnings: female masturbation, porn, mentions of choking

“‘We’? Like, you and me?” you clarified, hoping you had misunderstood.

“Yeah, it’ll only take a second,” Tom assured you.

You looked to Sam for help, but he looked just as lost as you were. “I’ll go try and find a microwave to heat up your leftovers,” he offered and took the container back from you. “I’ll be right back, babe.”

“Okay...”

You watched him shrug past both you and Tom and then disappear into the hallway with a sinking feeling in your chest, knowing he trusted you completely. He had no reason not to, and that’s what consumed you.

“What do you want?” you muttered, reluctantly stepping to the side to let Tom in.

He didn’t answer right away, giving you a moment to collect yourself. His eyes followed you around the room as you found your pants and tugged them on. He averted his gaze when he realized you were getting dressed mumbling a “sorry” as he trained his eyes on the carpet.

You sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain why he was there.

“You weren’t there today,” was all he said.

You blinked. “Yeah?”

“Was it because of me?”

“I wasn’t feeling well.”

Tom’s tongue poked at the inside of his cheek. “Is that all?”

“I had a lot to drink last night,” you reminded him.

“So you don’t remember anything?”

“I never said that.”

“So it was because of me?”

“I never said that either.” You sighed. “If you’re here to ask me if I told him you kissed me, I didn’t. And you could’ve just texted me to ask.”

“No that’s not why- I don’t have your number anyway.”

“I’m in the trip group chat with your family.”

“Oh, right. I’ll save it to my contacts.”

The tension in the room was palpable. It felt like all of the air had been sucked out and replaced with thick, suffocating silence. Arbitrarily, you wondered who the most famous person in his phone was. He was a Marvel actor, he probably had Simu Liu’s number, right? Who would your contact information be sitting in between? Maybe if you ever forgave him for what he did you could ask him.

“Is something funny?” The firmness of Tom’s voice cut through your train of thought and brought you back to the present. “Why are you smiling?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said despondently. “Sam’s gonna be back soon. What did you want?”

“I just wanted to check up on you. Sam said you were sick.”

“Oh, so you wanted to see if I was lying?”

“No! God, why is it so hard to believe that I’m genuinely concerned about you?”

“Because last night you only seemed concerned about yourself.”

Tom pursed his lips and shoved his hands in his pockets, expelling a breath harshly. “Okay, I deserved that.”

You hummed in agreement, and let your eyes trail down the veins of his arms to where they disappeared into his pockets. It looked like he was fiddling with a coin or something small, but you couldn’t tell.

“Are you feeling better?” he said the last part through gritted teeth.

“Yes, thank you. This chat has helped considerably.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Well, lucky for you I’m not your problem to deal with. I'm Sam’s.”

He flexed his hand in his pocket and sighed. “Okay, well, I also wanted to apologize again for...” the word kiss seemed to die on his lips, poetic irony at its finest. “Being a dick.” Less poetic.

He finally fished his hand out of his pocket, holding a delicate piece of paper between his pointer and index fingers. He shifted uncomfortably where he was leaning against the dresser. “We went to the Academic Gallery today. I saw this in the gift shop and thought of you.” He presented you with what turned out to be a postcard, creased down the middle unevenly and smudged with pen ink.

You turned it over to look at the front first, admiring the artwork printed on it. It was a picture of Michelangelo’s David drawn in swoopy black lines and filled in with watercolor paint. Instead of a museum, the statue was in the middle of a garden, the centerpiece among dozens upon dozens of flowers.

“Sorry it’s folded,” he mumbled. “It wouldn’t fit in my pocket.”

You flipped it over to read the back only to see iou scribbled in his handwriting and nothing else. You turned it over again to see if you had missed something on the front, but there was nothing.

You looked up at him in confusion. “Iou?”

“Yeah, you know... I feel really bad about last night, and I don’t really know how to make it up to you so I’m letting you decide.”

“That’s not really how it works.”

“I think that this counts as an exception, since we’re kind of in uncharted territory.”

“Maybe for you. My boyfriend’s brothers make out with me all the time.”

“Fuck you, I didn’t make out with you- it was barely a peck.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “It was more than a peck.”

His cheeks were beginning to grow pink with what you couldn’t tell was either embarrassment or frustration. He cleared his throat awkwardly and changed the subject. “Anyway, if you ever need a favor or anything, just let me know. Think of it as me owing you one.”

“And do I have to give back the postcard when I cash in this ‘favor’?” you asked.

“No, you can keep it.”

“Good, because I was going to keep it anyway.”

He chuckled in spite of himself and shook his head. “Knew you’d like it.”

You flattened the card on your lap, smiling as you tried to iron out the little crease with your fingers.

“It’s pretty, thank you.”

Tom nodded in acknowledgement and straightened his posture. “I should get going. I just wanted to give you that, and see how you were doing since tomorrow’s a travel day and I know you get a little motion sick sometimes. I didn’t want... whatever you’d come down with to make it worse.”

How did he know that? Had Sam told him? You didn’t have time to ask because he was already walking towards the door. He paused when he reached it and turned his head towards you, hand already on the knob.

“Good night, y/n.”

“Good night, Tom.”

He opened the door and let himself out into the hallway, catching it suddenly on his foot as he saw Sam coming off the elevator. Tom held the door for Sam, since his hands were full, and then said goodnight to his brother as he finally left.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find the microwave,” he explained. “I had to ask the night manager and they heated it up in the break room for me.”

“Oh, Sam, you didn’t have to do that! I would’ve eaten it cold.”

“I know you would have, and that’s why I’m not letting you.” You gave him a look, which he ignored and handed you the container of food. “It’s carbonara, it’s one of the things Rome is known for. I couldn’t have you eating it lukewarm.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He ran a hand through his hair and took a seat next to you on the edge of the bed, pulling the ottoman closer to use it as a makeshift table. He watched as you tried the first bite, gauging your reaction. It was something he did whenever he cooked for you, especially if he was trying out a new recipe. He always needed your approval, and valued it above anybody else’s. But he hadn’t even made this, and as his eyes searched your face you found yourself wondering if they were looking for something else.

“Do you like it?”

You breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Your paranoia was starting to get the better of you. “It’s delicious,” you assured him. “I’m sad I missed dinner.”

“I’m sad you missed the whole day. Spending time with my family without you was hell.”

“Oh come on, it’s probably good that you got some real family time.”

“It’s real family time when you’re there. It felt like something was missing.”

You let a small smile slip past your lips despite the guilt that bubbled under the surface. You pushed it down and took another bite of the carbonara.

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you? It can’t have all been bad. Tell me about the good stuff. I wanna hear that.”

Sam nodded and pushed his curls back again, grinning like he’d been caught. “Fine, maybe there were some okay moments.”

“And what were they?”

“We went to the Accademia Gallery today. I think you would have really liked it. They had a whole wing of instruments from some of the most famous inventors and musicians from history. They even had pianos from Bartolomeo Cristorfori, the inventor of the piano.”

“Wow,” you said, impressed. “I bet it was beautiful.”

“Of course if it was played, it wouldn’t sound anything like the piano we’re used to hearing today, but I’m sure it would still sound incredible.”

“Even if it hasn’t been tuned in a few hundred years?”

It was his turn to give you a look. “Yes, of course.”

“Sorry.”

“And they had a Strativerius, I don’t even want to know how valuable that thing is. It must cost millions. I took some pictures for you, but I know they won’t compare to the real thing. The lighting in museums never does the art justice.”

He handed his phone to you to scroll through. You swiped the photos, smiling whenever you came across a selfie he’d taken with a statue or painting. You reached the pictures of David and couldn’t help but zoom in on-

“Hey!” Sam yelped and grabbed his phone back from your hands.

“What!”

“Michelangelo would be so ashamed of you! I bet he’s rolling in his grave right now.”

“No way! If anyone appreciated good dick, it was Michelangelo.”

“Unbelievable.”

“If you don’t want me to judge these statue’s penises, don’t take pictures of them.”

“I didn’t take pictures of their penises! I took pictures of the whole statue- you’re zooming in on- you know what, nevermind. Arguing with you about this is pointless.”

“Smart boy.”

Sam rolled his eyes at you and put his phone in his back pocket. “Oh yeah, did Tom give you that postcard?”

“He told you about that?” you asked, suddenly panicking. Sam hadn’t said anything about last night so far, but maybe Tom had-

“Yeah, said he wanted to give you an iou for the limoncello last night.”

“What?”

“He said you paid the tab for it since he left his wallet in the room and that he wanted to pay you back for it.”

“Oh. Right.”

Another lie. You had very much not paid for the drinks last night. Tom had. And you knew he had to make an excuse for why he was buying his brother’s girlfriend something from the gift shop, but to add another lie to the ever-growing list made your throat burn with regret. You wouldn’t be able to keep the secret forever, and it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down around you.

In the morning you took the train from Rome to Naples, and then took a taxi to Sorrento to spend the last bit of your week in Italy by the sea. The atmosphere was much more relaxed than it had been in the busy cities of Rome and Florence. Even though there were still hordes of tourists, they were far more dispersed and less overbearing than you expected. The whole town seemed slowed down, like it had escaped the chokehold of time.

Sam’s parents took everyone out to lunch by the water and went over the schedule for the next day and a half.

“So, you’re on your own after dinner tonight, and then tomorrow morning we’re going to take the ferry to Capri for the day before our flight that night,” Nikki explained as she read through the spreadsheet on her phone.

“There’s an Irish pub down the street from our hotel,” Harry said. “Do you guys want to go after we eat tonight?”

“I’m down,” Sam agreed.

“Sounds good,” Tom chimed in.

The boys all looked at you for your answer, but you hesitated. Thinking about what happened the last time you drank didn’t make you eager to do it again, and you were already exhausted from travelling.

“I’ll pass.”

“What? Why?” Sam asked, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “I’m tired, and I’d rather go somewhere Italian... since we’re in Italy.”

Harry shrugged. “Your loss.”

“We’ll have a shot in your honor, babe,” Sam said and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Please don’t. Something tells me you’ll have plenty to drink without an extra shot for me.”

“You know us so well.”

After dinner, you walked back to the hotel with the Hollands and said good night to Sam’s parents before parting ways to your separate rooms. Sam went with you to change into clothes for going out while you changed into pajamas.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?”

You nodded from where you were on the bed and yawned. Sam didn’t push any further, instead resolving to finish getting ready in silence. He paired his black jeans with a pair of converse and a dark green button up over a black t-shirt.

He turned to you for approval.

“Fake girlfriend approved?”

“Fake girlfriend approved,” you repeated and gave him a thumbs up.

“Okay, well I’m headed out,” he announced.

“Have fun! Don’t kiss any cute girls without me!”

It was something you always said to each other, but it sounded strange since it was supposed to be coming from his girlfriend. Sam just chuckled and blew you a kiss as he let himself out.

You heard him greet his brothers outside and then listened to their footsteps fade into the distance before pulling up an incognito window on your phone. It had been weeks since you’d been able to get off and it was killing you. The amount of stress this trip had given you only made it worse. You were wound so tight that you were sure you’d snap soon if you didn’t get some relief.

And you thought that maybe if you rubbed one out it might help you forget about... the confusing feelings you had for your best friend’s brother.

Seeing as you had the night to yourself, you figured you might as well take advantage of it. You copied a link from your notes app and pasted the url into the address bar. You didn’t feel like digging through your luggage to find your earbuds so you set the volume low enough for only you to hear.

The video started playing and you let your hand wander from your side up to your neck, brushing your hand lightly across your collarbone. You traced the curve of your breasts with a finger before squeezing one of them gently, feeling your nipple harden under your palm. You only had one hand to use since the other was holding your phone, but you made do.

The video was one of your favorites, one you found yourself watching at least once a week. It was one of the few videos of hetero couples you had favorited, and it started with the guy going down on the girl before fucking her...

You admired the muscles on the man’s back, watching intently as they flexed whenever he moved his head. The woman moaned, struggling to keep her legs open while he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

You let your hand travel down further until it was sitting at the waistband of your pajama shorts. You knew you had a while before Sam would be back, but you were too impatient to wait. You propped your phone up on a pillow next to you to free your other hand as you started to play with your clit.

You pictured someone’s head in between your thighs, imagining them moaning against your pussy as they tasted you for the first time.

The man was taking his pants off now and lining himself up with his partner’s pussy. You tried to follow along, putting yourself in the moment with the couple. You gathered your own wetness on two of your fingers to lubricate them and slid them inside yourself, sighing in relief. Your entire body tensed as it accommodated to the stretch and you gave yourself a few beats before moving your fingers.

When you finally did, you felt yourself relax and sped up your pace so that it matched the actors on screen.

The angle the video was shot at hid the man’s face and you found yourself wondering what he looked like. If you squinted you could almost picture Tom- no. You tried to shake the thought from your mind, but it was already there.

Closing your eyes didn’t help either. You just imagined Tom’s fingers sliding in and out of you instead of your own, imagined the veins on his arms becoming more pronounced as he tightened his grip on your thigh.

“Fuck,” you cursed, knowing you should stop.

You were too close to stop now, and the pleasure was clouding your judgement. Suddenly the man brought his hand up to the girl’s throat and began to choke her, sending her hurtling into her own orgasm. You moaned accidentally, thinking about Tom’s hand around your throat. You curled your fingers up so that you were hitting your g-spot and whimpered pathetically.

This was wrong. This was bad. Not only were you fantasizing about your best friend’s brother, but you were confusing yourself even further.

You tried to fight it, at least that’s what you told yourself, but all you could hear were Tom’s moans echoing through the speaker. You pictured the way he’d look on top of you. His eyes would be so dark and he’d be smirking like the cocky asshole he was, chain hanging down in your face- just inviting you to take it into your mouth. It didn’t take long before you felt your orgasm begin to build. The video was still playing in the background, the man still chasing his own high and bringing his partner to her second orgasm, but you’d tuned it out by now. You came around your fingers thinking about Tom’s hips snapping into yours.

You were fucked.

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kpopfanfictrash · 4 years ago

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Raise the Barre (Ch. 10)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU

Warnings: the angst continues, but this time there are glimmers of progress

Word Count: 7,221

Summary: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone.

Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.

For the first time all year, Jimin didn’t show up at class the next day.

You’d been dreading seeing him, unable to sleep all night as the kiss replayed itself in your mind. You’d told Jimin you needed to think and now, one day later, you still had no idea what to say.

You’d fucked up – big time.

Cheater had never been a label you would’ve applied to yourself; but here you were, scarlet letter on your chest. Yesterday seemed fuzzy whenever you remembered it, as though it had happened to you, as opposed to being something you’d done. Each time you recalled the moment, the kiss, your heart threatened to burst in your chest. You weren’t sure if this was because of Jimin or Finn.

Finn still hadn’t texted or called you since the fight. Maybe fight wasn’t the right word to describe the knock-down, blowout match you’d had in the library. You and Finn had never fought like that before. You’d had disagreements of course but had always managed to work things out. This was the first time you’d left an argument and found yourself at a loss.

Finn wanted a more available girlfriend and you wanted to dance.

Deep down, you knew this was an unsolvable problem, but the idea just seemed so unfathomable. The idea that this would be the thing to break you up. It hadn’t been a problem back in high school. Maybe Finn hadn’t always come to your dance competitions, but he’d attended recitals and brought you flowers at nearby performances. He’d always seemed to enjoy your dancing, even if he hadn’t fully understood it.

It made your heart ache to imagine that deep down, Finn thought your decisions were foolish. When you awoke Thursday morning, you saw Finn hadn’t called and nearly dialed his number, but then you looked at the clock and swore. Ballet began in an hour.

This conversation wasn’t one to do over the phone. Talking to Finn would have to wait, so you scrambled out of bed and threw on your clothes. Noelle had comforted you the best she could the night prior, but she still didn’t know the extent of what’d happened. All you’d said was you had a fight with Finn.

Saying it out loud felt like admitting defeat. Admitting what you’d done meant you’d have to see Noelle’s expression when you explained – when you told her you’d kissed Jimin while still dating Finn. You didn’t want to see her face when she learned the truth; you were having enough difficulty confronting it yourself.

Pushing this from mind, you focused on today as you entered the classroom. You would be forced to see Jimin this morning. You’d been so worried about talking to Finn, you’d nearly forgotten about the other piece of the equation.

You had kissed Jimin, and then you’d run away.

As you entered, you scanned the room and frowned when you didn’t immediately see him. Jimin usually arrived before you and Noelle. Setting your bag down, you began to warm up and continued to glance at the clock. At one minute until the hour, you began to grow nervous. If Jimin didn’t arrive in the next thirty seconds, the door to the room would shut and that would be that.

Watching the second hand tick, your stomach twisted as the unthinkable happened. Jimin didn’t show up. Ballet on Thursdays was taught by Mr. Vlad, who was notoriously punctual and at exactly 9:00 AM, he shut the door.

You had the sudden urge to check your phone for missed texts, but there was no time. Instead, you were forced to stand at the barre as you began pliés. You knew the second you started today would be a lost cause but could do nothing about it. Your relationship with Finn was in shambles, Jimin was clearly avoiding you but still, you needed to dance.

After class, you called Finn and went again to voicemail. Standing alone in your dorm room, you swallowed and tossed your phone on the bed. Fine – if he wouldn’t answer, you’d go and see him.

Stripping out of your leotard, you tossed this in the laundry to pull on new clothes. Jeans, sweater, coat – slamming a hat on your head, you shoved both hands in mittens and threw your bag over your shoulder. You were halfway out the door when you came to a stop.

You had no idea what to say to Finn.

Shutting your eyes, you slowly exhaled. You were angry, that much was true. Furious, even – his words had been biting, you were still hurting but you also still loved him, as insane as that sounded. Opening your eyes, you glanced at your trembling hands.

You hated feeling this way – weak, irrational. You hated wanting Finn, loving him and being so hurt all at the same time. Worse still, you hated the guilt clouding your judgement and lessening some of your anger. Finn had been wrong to say what he’d said, but you’d also been wrong to kiss Jimin.

For weeks now, you’d felt something for Jimin. Maybe months if you were being totally honest with yourself. Jimin had always consumed a larger amount of your waking hours than could be considered entirely normal for a supposed enemy.

Slowly, you turned and set down your keys. Removing your hat from your head, you stared at the door. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you sat at your desk and dialed Finn’s number.

It rang several times and then went to voicemail. This time, you didn’t hang up.

“Hey. It’s me.” You paused. “Finn, listen, I… we need to talk. Things have gotten so messed up lately. So… fucked up, right? I’m pissed, Finn. I’m really mad at you, but that’s not the only reason we need to talk. I – just call me back. Okay?”

You hesitated, wanting to tell him I love you, but forced yourself to hang up instead. Lowering your phone to your lap, you released a sigh. You supposed for all your avoidance of Finn, you deserved to give him a little more time to think.

Even though sitting here not doing anything was killing you.

As stupid as it sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to break up over the phone. That would be considered the lowest of low. If you even wanted to break up, that is. It had been less than a week since you’d first had the thought in the cab – maybe you and Finn didn’t belong together. It seemed like a foreign concept still, as nonsense to you as chopping off your own hand.

But you couldn’t ignore things any longer. Something was obviously wrong between you. You needed to talk, you needed to lay all cards on the table and decide where you’d go next.

Closing your eyes, you leaned back in the chair. Without quite meaning to, your thoughts wandered to Jimin.

This seemed to happen more and more lately. You weren’t sure when he started vying for Finn’s place in your mind. The shift had been subtle, a change you’d barely noticed at first. But no – that wasn’t entirely true. It wasn’t as though Jimin had taken Finn’s place, but rather forged an entirely new one.

What you felt for Jimin was different from how you felt for Finn. With Finn, things between you were comfortable, things – had – felt supportive and strong. Now, Finn was none of those things to you, but he still didn’t compare to how you felt for Jimin.

Jimin was like a breath of fresh air after being inside for too long. He was something you hadn’t even realized you missed until you went out. You wouldn’t feel like this for Jimin unless something were wrong with the room you were currently in.

Suddenly, you felt very tired.

You’d always prided yourself on your ability to persevere, on your talent for overcoming by simply pushing on. This though wasn’t something you could solve through sheer force of will. The mess you’d created was only made worse by your infernal stubbornness.

Opening your phone, you flipped to the thread between you and Jimin. The last text he’d sent you had been a TikTok before the night of the kiss. True to his word, Jimin had pretended to forget all about the club and instead, simply returned to being your friend. Rereading your texts, you felt your chest tighten.

It wasn’t as though Jimin had been entirely innocent.

He’d known you had a boyfriend, but you’d never done anything to push him away. You’d been the one to move closer in the club. You had been the one to kiss him first. Jimin didn’t deserve to be treated this way and slowly, you lowered your head to your hands.

It was too much. By all rights, several people should hate you right now and you had no idea how to fix any of it.

Looking up, you set your jaw and sent Jimin a text.

Y/N: you weren’t in ballet class today. Is everything okay? [3:14 PM]

It took Jimin a while to respond. While you waited, you stared at the ceiling, then the floor until you saw ellipses typing. Jimin paused, then stopped and started again. After several long minutes, you got a new text.

Jimin: was sick, sorry [3:22 PM]

Y/N: that sucks :/ [3:22 PM]

Jimin: Y/N. What do you want? [3:23 PM]

Swallowing hard, you sat back. You had no idea what you wanted, and therein lay the problem. Belatedly, you realized you couldn’t have this conversation before you talked to Finn. You couldn’t know what you were apologizing for until you knew where you stood with your current relationship.

You needed more time, which was what you had told Jimin yesterday – and then proceeded to ignore, texting him now.

Y/N: nothing. I’m sorry. I just… wanted to make sure you were okay [3:25 PM]

He started typing again, then stopped. This happened a few more times and you imagined Jimin rewriting whatever it was he wanted to tell you. Finally, he sent his text and you felt your heart sink.

Jimin: yeah. I’m fine. [3:27 PM]

Y/N: okay [3:28 PM]

Placing your phone to the side, you fought back the tears which now threatened to fall.

You’d never imagined yourself an emotional person, so you couldn’t imagine where all this was coming from. Some long-lost, pent-up part of yourself which throbbed and whispered how stupid you were. Stupid to have fought with Finn, stupid to have pushed Jimin away, stupid to have kissed him and hurt everyone in the process.

Climbing into your bed, you curled into a ball and let the tears fall until you had nothing left.

The next morning, you walked into ballet class with red-rimmed eyes. Noelle had returned yesterday afternoon, taken one look at your face and transitioned to mom mode. She thought your breakdown was all about Finn and you hadn’t bothered to correct her. In a way, it all was.

He still hadn’t called. When you woke, you battled again whether to go to Redfield and confront him in person. That hadn’t worked out so well the last time, but it was driving you crazy to exist in this state of not knowing.

When you entered class Friday morning, you saw an unfamiliar woman at the front and felt your heart sink. In the chaos of this past week, you’d nearly forgotten about today’s master class.

Maisie Vern was a renowned choreographer of classical ballet. She’d choreographed for some of the most well-known ballets all over the world, with her pas de deux choreography receiving comparisons to Balanchine originals.

You’d completely forgotten she was teaching today. Starting to panic, you forced yourself to stay calm. Just because your private life was falling to pieces didn’t mean this needed to manifest in your dancing. You could do this.

And then Jimin walked into the room and you realized you couldn’t.

He looked as tired as you felt, dark circles shadowed beneath his eyes. He hardly glanced your way as he entered, crossing to the other side to set down his things. Following him with your gaze, you watched Jimin begin to stretch at the barre. Dark hair fell over his forehead, hiding his face from view.

Forcing yourself not to look, you noticed Seokjin standing at the front. Seeing him beside Miss Vern made your stomach sink. Seokjin was in high demand as a teacher’s assistant; the only reason he’d be here was if he were assisting Miss Vern. And if he were assisting Miss Vern, this meant today’s combination must be a pas de deux.

Confirming your growing dread, Miss Vern clapped both her hands. She was dressed in a slouchy sweater, wispy bun and flat canvas ballet shoes. Effortlessly standing in first position, she glanced around the room.

“Hello,” she said. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Maisie Vern. We have a long class today, so make sure your water bottles are full. For the first hour we’ll warm up at the barre, then we’ll move to center and learn some choreography. I will warn you,” she said, raising her brow. “This pas de deux is from a ballet I’m choreographing for the San Francisco ballet, so it has never been performed live before. Therefore! A certain amount of professionalism and confidentiality is expected.”

Whispers swept the room, everyone eager for the opportunity to prove their worth. Even you found yourself awed by the moment – it was a privilege to dance in the same room as Maisie Vern, let alone learn choreography she’d yet to reveal to the public.

“Now.” Miss Vern gestured to Seokjin. “Some of you might know Kim Seokjin, my assistant for the day. He comes to me highly recommended and will help demonstrate some of the more complicated lifts. Today’s pas de deux is less about the choreography though, and more about the emotion.”

Hearing this, you froze at the barre.

“The ballet is a modern-day retelling of the Odyssey epic. Our hero, Odysseus, has just returned home and is reunited with his love, Penelope. He suspects her of cheating in his absence, so he disguises himself as someone else to test her. Penelope realizes who he is and is furious at her husband for his lack of faith.”

Your gaze darted to Jimin. He stared ahead at Miss Vern, but you could see his jaw tense from all the way across the room.

“This pas de deux is all about tension! Two people in love but pushed beyond their limits. Time and distrust have come between them. This,” Miss Vern announced, “will be the goal of you ballerinas and danseurs to convey.”

All around, a few people nodded, but most of the class seemed unnerved by the prospect. Thus far, your classes at Russet had mainly focused on technique. Even in weekly variations class, the emphasis had been on learning the choreography, rather than on how to tell a story.

This was the hallmark of a great dancer, though. Being able to act as you moved, telling a story which the audience could understand.

“It will be a challenge,” Miss Vern said. “However, I think you will find it to be enjoyable. With that said, let’s start at the barre. Pliés!”

Everyone scrambled to stand, including you and Noelle. Pressing play on the music, Miss Vern demonstrated the combination before you began. Barre passed quickly, possibly because you were dreading center so much. All too soon, the hour was up, and Miss Vern instructed the class to find their partners.

Warily, you crossed the room and came to a stop beside Jimin. He looked up as you approached but kept his face carefully neutral. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking and for a moment, felt a glimmer of resentment.

It had taken two people to kiss in that practice room.

Jimin had known you were taken, just as much as you’d known you were dating Finn. Even if you’d started the kiss, Jimin hadn’t stopped it – if anything, he’d kissed you back.

The moment you thought this, some of your anger drained away. Jimin had wanted to talk, but you hadn’t let him. Maybe you’d realized you felt something for him since then, but Jimin had never said anything similar to you.

For all you knew, he’d simply been caught in the moment. It wasn’t as though Jimin had ever said anything about wanting to be more than friends.

“Alright!” Miss Vern clapped her hands. “Ballerinas, you’ll start offstage. We begin at the end of the male solo. By this point in the choreography, Penelope and Odysseus have reunited. In her solo, we realize she knows who he is. In his solo, he’s angry to hear she’s entertained other suitors. They reunite for the coda!”

Glancing again at Jimin, he immediately looked down. The kernel of anger returned and this time, it grew larger. Although yes, you’d initially run away, you had at least tried to reach out to him yesterday. Jimin had been the one to skip class and shut you down.

It wasn’t fair for him to expect you to have all the answers. You had a boyfriend and you’d kissed. Clearly, you had a few things to work through.

Jaw tense, you separated from Jimin and went to stand on the sidelines. Miss Vern began teaching the danseurs the end of their solo, instructing the men to spread out on the floor. Unscrewing the cap of your water bottle, you took a large, angry sip.

As the music began, the male dancers followed suit while you watched from the side.

“Y/N?”

Turning your head, you found Sabrina before you.

She was dressed in her usual ballet clothes, but there was something about her which seemed different today. Maybe it was the hesitancy in her expression.

Looking at her in surprise, you wondered what she had to say. The fight you’d had on Halloween night seemed so far away but had barely been a week ago.

“Yeah?” you said as you set down your water.

Sabrina hesitated, seeming at war with herself. “Hey. So, I was wondering…”

Miss Vern yelled a correction at the group. Gaze darting sideways, you attempted to see who it had been directed to. After a moment, you returned to Sabrina.

“Wondering what?” you said, arching a brow.

“I was just… wondering if we could talk,” Sabrina finished lamely.

You blinked and stared at her in surprise. Out of everything, this was quite possibly the last thing you’d suspected would happen today. Before you could respond though, Miss Vern called for ballerinas to enter.

“Ballerinas!” She motioned you forward. “Your entrance will come from the top right wing. Run through the center and find your partner.”

“I – okay,” you said, realizing Sabrina waited for an answer. “Later.”

Sabrina frowned, about to respond but Miss Vern clapped her hands again, forcing you to move. Hurrying past, you hastily positioned yourself in the back of the room. With everything else that was happening, you didn’t really have time to worry about another enemy.

Speaking of whom – Jimin’s gaze hardened when you approached and in response to this, anger flared in your belly.

You’d asked him to give you time and he had agreed. It seemed this was no longer the case.

Woodenly, Jimin held out his hand. Staying carefully neutral, you took this as Miss Vern began to teach you the steps. She hadn’t been lying when she’d called the pas de deux difficult. By necessity, some of your anger disappeared as you focused on learning.

Jimin seemed equally concentrated, barely looking your way while he practiced. It took nearly forty-five minutes to learn the entire coda, with Miss Vern stopping partway for a water break. By the time you knew the choreography, both of you were sweating.

Miss Vern had also been right to call the pas de deux one about tension. At the start, Jimin’s character was testing Penelope. This involved him pulling you towards him, turning you and making you chase him – until halfway through the coda, when Penelope snapped. Choreography shifting, you began to chase him, revealing you knew who he was.

The choreography was intricate, necessitating trust between partners. Despite everything, you were relieved to find this still existed between you. When you jumped, you knew Jimin would catch you. When you fell, you knew his hands would find your waist.

Still, this didn’t mean things had returned normal. As you practiced a fouetté, turning quickly to face him, Jimin gripped your wrist harder than usual. Wincing, you pushed on towards the next jump.

The combination involved several lifts, one of which was the most psychologically taxing. It involved Jimin lifting you overhead with your front leg extended, holding only your waist. While not the most difficult move technically, it required a certain fortitude of mind to dangle, upside-down from his arms.

This certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that Jimin kept grunting.

“Will you stop doing that?” you hissed as he set you back down.

A muscle in Jimin’s jaw ticked.

“Stop doing what?”

“Grunting. I keep thinking you’re about to drop me.”

Jimin gave you a look, chest heaving for breath. “Well, it’s hard.”

“Our job is to make it look easy.”

“Yeah, look easy,” he argued. “That doesn’t mean it actually is.”

“Well –”

“Let’s just try it again,” Jimin said, cutting you off.

After a moment, you nodded and returned to your position. As you began to practice with music, you felt a familiar sinking feeling in your stomach. It seemed you’d taken several steps backwards since the start of the year. Instead of continuing to grow as partners, you and Jimin had returned to the start.

As you repeated the steps, you felt his grip on you tighten, but Jimin lifted you overhead with nary a grunt. He set you back down, your leg extended in arabesque.

“Good!” said Miss Vern as she walked past. “Try to support her lower back more, though, Jimin. She shouldn’t be falling that far behind.”

As she walked away, Jimin nodded and exhaled a breath. Once she was gone, he turned sideways to face you. Again, his gaze was unfamiliar and cold.

“Alright,” Jimin said. “Again?”

“From where?”

“Middle of the partner section?”

You nodded, taking a step backwards to catch your breath. The break in the partner section began with you running towards him, Jimin catching you around the waist to sweep you into a fish lift.

As you ran through the steps, you tried to concentrate on the choreography. Not on your partner, nor on the uncertainties which roared through your mind. Jimin certainly didn’t seem to have the same qualms you did. By all accounts, Jimin was a sharp, perfunctory, and timely dance partner.

You found this to be maddening.

Just when you’d forgotten how strained things had become, he’d grip your hand a little too tightly, or turn you a little too sharply and your eyes would narrow. After another ten minutes of practice, Miss Vern called your attention by the stereo.

“Let’s try it full out,” she suggested. “I won’t hold the first time against you, but please do your best to execute every lift.”

The class grunted in agreement; wiping sweat from their brows, they retreated to their starting positions.

Glancing at Jimin, you said, “Full out?”

He nodded. “If you want.”

Turning on his heel, he walked across the room. You watched him go, your blood beginning to reach a boiling point. Jimin was acting like a petulant child. This was how he used to be in high school, back when he was your enemy and everything had been simpler, but you didn’t want that anymore.

Now that you knew who Jimin was, you couldn’t possibly go back to hating him. The very idea made your heart hurt.

Possibly you were being unfair, or naïve. Clearly, you’d hurt Jimin, but there wasn’t time to fix things between you before the end of class. You needed to be professional, you needed to pull your shit together and you needed Jimin to do the same. Turning around, you crossed the room and reached your starting spot.

Taking a deep breath, you waited for your cue.

When Miss Vern signaled the ballerinas to enter, you ran – and felt Jimin catch you by the wrist. He wasn’t gentle, pivoting you to a penché and waiting for you to rise. When you did, he crushed you to his chest and caught your knee in posse.

Teeth gritted, you kept your gaze on him while extending á la second. Hand finding your calf, Jimin raised your leg higher. His grip was rougher than usual, making you shiver as his hand slid to your ankle.

Gaze lidded, Jimin bent you in cambré. When he pulled you upwards to face him, your noses practically touched. Your frustration, previously under control, began to unwind.

“Why weren’t you in class yesterday?” you whispered.

Jimin’s eyes flashed, as though in warning. When you turned around, he caught you deftly around the waist. Pulling you to him, Jimin’s breath ghosted your neck.

“I told you,” he murmured. “I was sick.”

“Bullshit,” you said, breaking free of his hold.

Jimin followed close behind, his feet skimming the floor. As you piqued to arabesque, he caught up and pulled you against him.

“You’re avoiding me,” you accused.

“I’m not. And it’s not bullshit,” he added. Turning you around, Jimin dipped you, only to catch you before you hit the floor. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

The next part required more footwork, both of you circling the other. Your breathing was heavier the next time you were close enough to speak.

“You’ve barely spoken to me today,” you hissed.

A mirthless laugh left his lips. Spinning you sideways, Jimin caught you against his chest, your bodies pressed together in heated silence.

“I thought you told me not to say anything?” he said sweetly.

The next move tore you apart, your feet skimming the floor before Jimin caught up and lifted you high overhead. You saw the ground for a moment, heartbeat hammering your ribs before he set you back down. Chasséing forward, you battemented and were again caught by Jimin at the ankle.

Dragging you closer, his hand found your waist.

Stubbornly, you met his gaze. “I needed time to think.”

“Oh, did you?”

Releasing your leg, he lowered you to a penché. As you rose, you managed to say, “I did. And now, I think we should talk.”

Jimin snorted. “What’s there to talk about?”

Your next battement nearly hit him in the head. Jimin’s eyes widened, but it was all part of the choreography. Timed to a change in tempo, the choreography shifted to you as the pursuer.

On pointe, you ran forward, leaping into his arms at the last second. Fish dives were difficult, since they required complete trust of your partner, but Jimin caught you easily, cradling you close to his chest.

Lips brushing your ear, he set you back down. “Are you still with him?” he asked, chest heaving behind you. “Your boyfriend?”

Meeting his gaze in the mirror, you hesitated. “Yes.”

His gaze hardened. “Then, there’s nothing to talk about.”

There was no time to respond since the next sequence involved Jimin chasséing away into a tour jeté. You followed with chainés, head whipping around to spot him every time. As soon as you were within speaking distance, you caught him by the arm again.

“I say there is,” you insisted. “Why are you making this so difficult?”

“Me?” Jimin barked a laugh as he turned. “You’re the one driving me crazy. Like you always do.”

“What the hell does that mean?” you said to him, baffled.

Jimin’s gaze cut to yours.

For the briefest of moments, you saw his façade break. All of his pain, all of his hurt and frustration shone through and you felt yourself falter. Staring at him, you couldn’t form a response.

Not that there was time. The dance hadn’t ended and class hadn’t stopped. Taking a slow step towards you, Jimin tenderly caught your attitude effacé and extended your leg. Dragging you forward, he pulled you across the floor.

As he came to a stop, Jimin swept your body to his as your fingers curled in his hair. In the choreography, the moment was one of near reconciliation between Penelope and Odysseus, a breather before their intense ending sequence. Jimin’s chest was concave with your breath, his gaze dark and lidded when he pulled back to see you.

You swallowed, disentangling yourself as you bourreéd away.

Heart pounding, you skimmed the floor with glissades, crossing the room with Jimin close behind. The final sequence was the grand reveal, with Penelope exposing Odysseus for who he is and forgiving his mistrust.

You could relate to the sequence.

Not all of it – had you been Penelope, you might have cheated while Odysseus had been away. You might have fallen for someone else; one of the suitors, perhaps. When you looked at Jimin now, you saw that clearly. There were feelings here which extended beyond a normal crush.

Still, you could relate to the dance. You could relate to Penelope’s frustration at Odysseus for being gone for so long. For leaving in the first place, for forcing her to withstand all her burdens alone. She’d been faithful to him and all he’d done was accuse her of cheating. You remembered Finn’s words to you in the library and felt your heart sink, since you’d ended up proving him right after all.

You’d also hurt Jimin though, which you hadn’t intended. Of course, he was angry – you’d repeatedly led him on, not pushing him away when you should have. And when things between you had finally snapped, you hadn’t let him speak. You’d run away.

Executing a double pirouette, you extended in attitude for a quick promenade. Shutting down your mind, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music. Swept away by the characters, the dance and its emotions. The choreography became less important as the story came alive. Jimin’s hands were as familiar to you as your own, lifting you easily and setting you back on the ground.

Your heart ached with each step, wanting to be closer, wanting to be nearer to him than you were. As the steps slowed, you found yourself softening. Jimin’s hand slid to your thigh, settling you against his chest in a move reminiscent of the first time you’d felt a spark. Locking gazes with him, you inhaled and lifted your hand to rest on his cheek.

Time seemed to slow; you both felt and saw a muscle tick in his jaw. Jimin roughly exhaled, his chest pressed to yours as his gaze dropped to your lips.

“Bravo! Brava!”

Startled, both of you looked up.

Dazedly, you remembered you weren’t alone. You were in Miss Vern’s ballet class, most of whom had stopped dancing midway to watch. Placing you down on the ground, Jimin took a step backwards. Lacing both hands before him, he refused to meet your gaze, choosing instead to focus on Miss Vern.

“Beautifully done!” Crossing the floor, Miss Vern stopped before you. “The passion you showed! Such emotion, such artistry. My own principals couldn’t have done any better.”

Eyes widening, your lips parted. A flutter of incredulity went through you. It was unthinkable to receive such a high compliment from a teacher at Russet, let alone a choreographer as famed as Maisie Vern.

If you’d been looking for a sign to continue, this had to be it. One of the top choreographers in the world, commending your talent and somehow, her words didn’t feel nearly as good as when Jimin had said them.

Glancing at him, you found Jimin looking as stunned as you felt. The ache within you sharpened to a point, realizing how much he meant to you. How much you wanted his success, regardless of your own.

In that moment, you knew it had never been about anyone else’s perception of you as a dancer.

You knew you could do this. You knew you could make it at Russet, could make it as a dancer. Deep down, you’d always known this, despite your moments of doubt. Jimin had been right. You wanted to dance, you loved to dance and you would continue down this path regardless of what anyone else said.

That hadn’t been what crushed you about Finn’s words.

It had crushed you that after all this time, he still didn’t seem to know who you were. The fact that he could throw out those words so casually, as though you might simply stop dancing meant he didn’t see you. He might as well have asked you to stop breathing.

Jimin, though – Jimin understood. Jimin knew who you were. He’d been a part of your life for so long, he got what made you tick. He’d seen you at your worst, as your most bitter enemy and then again, as your most trusted partner.

It was part of why he meant so much to you.

You understood all this in the blink of an eye, then realized you hadn’t responded to Miss Vern’s praise.

“Oh,” you said, fighting to catch your breath. “I – thank you so much, Miss Vern. I honestly don’t know what to say.”

Miss Vern nodded, as though she were used to such a response. Beside you, Jimin was still breathing hard, but he nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “Thank you so much.”

She nodded, not choosing to linger as she faced the room. “Use them as an example!” she said, striding towards the stereo. “Seokjin and I will demonstrate, but that is the level of performance you should aim for. Again!”

The rest of the class passed in a blur, some of the fight dissipated between you and Jimin. He was still quiet, but you didn’t push him again to speak. You’d done enough for now.

As the class came to an end, Miss Vern gathered you round to give a short speech. She thanked everyone for the pleasure of teaching and, once you were dismissed, turned towards the barre.

Jimin left before you could, throwing his things in his bag as he rushed from the room. You followed him with your eyes, knowing he was avoiding you, but not blaming him in the slightest.

Sabrina wasn’t far behind and your gaze lingered on her, remembering the attempted conversation during class. You still had no idea what she’d wanted to say but honestly, Sabrina was the least of your problems right now.

Exhaling, you stood from the ground and checked your phone. Still no word from Finn.

You were trying desperately to understand, trying to give him time to think, but after your fight on Wednesday, you honestly weren’t sure if you still had a boyfriend. Finn’s radio silence didn’t seem to indicate anything positive, but you refused to let this be the way things ended between you. He owed you that much, at least.

Returning to your dorm, the knot tightened further as you imagined what he might say. Both of you had said hurtful things and now, you needed to tell him something which would change your relationship forever.

You needed advice. You needed to talk to Fin. You needed to apologize, you needed–

Plopping down on your bed, you dialed the only number you could think of to call. Noelle had graciously left to stay at Irene’s, giving you the room to yourself.

Your mom answered on the first ring.

“Y/N? Hello?”

“Mom?” you said, your voice suddenly tight.

“Oh, honey” she said, hearing your shift. You heard a soft click, as though she’d entered the next room. “What’s going on?”

“I – nothing.”

Closing your eyes, you fought to control your breathing.

“Nothing, hm?” Your mom made a gentle noise. “You’re still coming home for the holidays, aren’t you? That’s not what this is about? Your dad won’t stop talking about plans for when you get here. He just goes on and on! You’d think he didn’t have a wife.”

“No, no,” you said, opening your eyes. “I just… missed you. That’s all.”

“Well, then call more!”

When you tried to laugh, the sound came out weaker than usual.

Your mom fell quiet for a moment. “That’s not all, is it?”

“… No.”

“Tell me,” she prodded.

So, you did.

Once you started talking, you found you couldn’t stop. Everything came pouring out. The difficulties you’d had at Russet, the need for private lessons, the injury to your ankle and everything going on with Finn. The time he missed brunch, the gradual growing apart, the night he left you at the club – your mom had some choice words at this point – and your growing feelings for Jimin.

Everything had changed when you’d gone to Russet, and you’d always assumed Finn would stay the same but now, even he was crumbling into pieces.

When you were done, your mom was silent a moment, then sighed. You could picture her so clearly in your mind’s eye, seated in your dad’s office chair. This was likely where she’d gone when you heard the door click. The image made you so homesick, it physically pained you.

“Life isn’t ever as neat as we wish it would be,” your mom said at last. “People make mistakes, Y/N. People change. Sometimes the things we thought were permanent turn out not to be.”

“I know. And I know Finn and I are young, but –”

“It’s not that,” your mom said, cutting you off. “Some people meet the person they want to be with early on. That happens. Some people know who they are from the minute they’re born, but other people change and want different things.”

“I – I know. Objectively, I know but… it’s so hard to do something I don’t want to do. And I… I don’t want to break up with Finn.”

“Why not?” your mom said gently.

Biting down on your lower lip, you felt tears fill your eyes. Your answer was stupid – you knew it was. Partly, this was why you kept running away. You knew the answer wasn’t enough, which was why you didn’t want to say it.

“We’ve just been together so long,” you said, closing your eyes. “We’ve gone through rough patches before. Why is now any different?”

“I don’t know. Why is it?”

Swallowing hard, you whispered, “Because this time, I have no idea how to fix things. I think we’ve hurt each other too much, mom. I don’t know… I don’t see a way back to how we were.”

Hearing the words said out loud, you opened your eyes.

There it was. The thing you’d known for weeks but had been unwilling to say. So long as you kept it bottled in, pushed down, you didn’t have to acknowledge its presence or pain.

In truth, your fights with Finn had become so commonplace, you could no longer point to ‘the big one.’ The fight about spending time together had mutated, becoming a multi-headed dragon of differing life goals, de-prioritization and feelings for others.

Whenever you and Finn were happy these days, you found yourself holding your breath. You were waiting for said happiness to dissolve into pain. You had no clue when a relationship was supposed to end but had to imagine this wasn’t a good sign.

“I don’t think there are any easy answers, Y/N,” said your mom. “This is something you need to decide for yourself.”

“Shouldn’t it be easy, though?” you demanded, grip tightening on your phone. “When I list out everything that’s happened, I know things are bad. I haven’t been telling you things because deep down, I don’t want you saying what I already know.”

“Which is?”

“We… that we should break up.”

Your mom was quiet a moment. “It’s never easy to give up something you love.”

You wanted to respond but found you couldn’t, simply nodding even though she couldn’t see. On some level, she was your mom and she understood.

“What about the other boy you mentioned?” she said, sounding curious. “The one you’re having feelings for. Is this the same Jimin as high school?”

“Yes,” you whispered, the white-hot shame of your kiss burning you from the inside.

That was something you couldn’t tell your mom. Not now, at least. Maybe sometime in the future but for now, you couldn’t bear the shame of admitting what you’d done. You never should have let things get to this point.

“Hm.” She made a thoughtful sound. “You know, I’m not surprised to hear you’re getting along. He always seemed like a nice boy, despite how you treated him.”

“Mom!” you blurted. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am, honey.”

“Jimin used to bet I’d lose against him in competitions.”

“Mhm. And who started those bets?”

Although you huffed, you didn’t respond because your mom was right. Your bet senior year had been Jimin’s idea, but you’d been the one to start them before.

“It’s not even about Jimin,” you said, quieting somewhat. “It’s more… nothing in my life is solid anymore. I had a plan, mom. I knew exactly what I wanted and now that I’m here, nothing’s how I imagined.”

Softly, your mom chuckled. “Welcome to your twenties.”

“Mom!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Welcome to adulthood.”

“You’re not helping.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Her voice grew softer. “I wish I was there, so I could give you a hug. You’ve always been the type of person who needed a plan. But there’s more than one way to be happy, Y/N. What is it you really want?”

Her words were so reminiscent of Jimin that for a moment, you could only pause. What you wanted was dance, but you knew acknowledging this meant giving up Finn.

“I don’t know,” you whispered.

“Well, then. That’s probably the first thing you should figure out.”

Closing your eyes, you nodded. You stayed on the phone with her a while longer, talking about nothing and slowly calming down. When you finally hung up, you promised to call more and confirmed your plans to come home for the holidays.

Lowering your phone to the bed, heavy realization settled over you. You’d reached your lowest moment. If you sunk any further, there’d be no salvaging anything.

What else could happen? You barely had a relationship with Finn to speak of, had hurt Jimin’s friendship in the process and were so distracted, so tired, you were in danger of jeopardizing your future at Russet.

Somewhere along the line, everything had become twisted. You had too many problems to ignore any longer. Sitting up straighter in bed, you wiped tears away with your palm. All you could do was move forward – starting with Finn.

Satisfied by this, you rolled over in bed and closed your eyes. It had been a long time since you’d slept; you figured you could try and nap before you called. Finn wouldn’t be out of his classes for a few hours yet.

For the first time in a week, you managed to fall asleep before your mind could talk yourself out of rest.

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writingsoftheghost · 4 years ago

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Room to Breathe

Based on this post by @sleepyvirgilprompts but I deviated from the intent a lot.

Tw: Panic attack, Unwanted physical contact, yelling, accusations, anxious thoughts, swearing

Ship: Platonic LAMP

Virgil was an idiot, a tired idiot, but an idiot. He’d just wanted out of his room, the shadows and the dark making it impossible to relax that night. Just like it had the night before. He was exhausted, he didn’t even plan to sleep that night, he just wanted to breathe a little. So, he grabbed his blanket and headed to the Light Side living room. It was the first time he’d really left his room in the last few days.

He’d turned the tv to the lowest volume and clicked on the first thing he saw. An episode of Over the Garden Wall. That was fine, Virgil liked the animation.The low volume was soothing, he turned the subtitles on and let himself zone out.

This of course was dumb, relaxing somewhere he shouldn’t be when he was exhausted. Predictably, he fell asleep.

He didn’t know how long he was asleep, but he woke up to the sound of footsteps, footsteps coming closer. He woke up slightly at that realization, looking around and realizing where he was, sending himself into a panic.

He looked around in vain for a place to hide, the tv was still playing softly, when the footsteps sounded impossibly close and Virgil had gone completely delirious with the cocktail of exhaustion and pure panic in his body, he threw the blanket he’d brought over his head and willed himself to stop breathing so loud.

Now, in any other state, Virgil would’ve recognized this as stupid and ridiculous. But right now, his brain seemed to be operating with a child’s ideas of object permanence. “If I can’t see them, they can’t see me.”

So when he heard Princey’s voice his heart almost stopped, “Hello? Patton?”

When Roman got no response, he tried again, “Lo?”

Virgil briefly thought of making a run for it, if he kept the blanket on his head, maybe the prince wouldn’t know it was him. This plan actially sounded pretty good, but just as Virgil was about to make a breal for it, he felt the blanket being tugged away from him.

He was too shocked to resist, suddenly, the anxious trait found himself staring into the eyes of Creativity.

“Anxiety!” The Prince cried incredulously.

Virgil flinched away at the loud noise, “Good Evening, Princey.” He said in a forced casual tone.

“What in Thomas’s name are you doing down here?!” Roman looked mad. Virgil could feel himself moving closer to the edge with every shouted word.

“I could ask you the same question.” Why was he making this worse?

“I live here, you creep!” Roman is in his face now and it’s too much, Virgil has to get out of there.

He pushes Roman away, not hard, but enough to get him to back out of his way. He runs to the stairs, panic blinding him. He bumps into something solid and firm, arms catch him from falling down the few stairs he’d made it up.

“Woah, there, kiddo? Whatcha doing down here so late?” Patton. Patton, oh no oh no oh no oh no...

“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” Roman huffs angrily from the bottom of the stairs. “He pushed me, trying to make an escape attempt. Good job, Pat, you got him.”

Patton frowns, “Anxiety?” He asks softly, “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Virgil lets out a strangled cry, Patton’s arms are still holding onto him, keeping him in place and it’s all too much. He can’t get away, he has to get away. He’s settled on flight, he didn’t want to hurt any of them, but he was so close to losing all control. Why couldn’t they just let him go?

“What are you all doing?” God no. Why did they all have to be here? Why couldn’t he have just stayed in his room?

Virgil was hyperventilating, he couldn’t get himself to focus enough to even explain himself. The only thoughts in his mind right now were, “Go! Go! Go! Danger!” And it was making it impossible to even listen to the words being spoken to him.

“Patton let him go, for Pete’s sake! He’s having a panic attack!” Logan snaps.

“Oh no, kiddo, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize-” Patton stops talking when Virgil yanks away from Patton’s loosened grip and immediately starts running up the remainder of the stairs. They all three flinch at the sound of Virgil’s bedroom door slamming shut.

Patton makes a move to follow the anxious trait, but Logan puts a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t.”

“But he-”

“Is in a serious state of distress, due to the both of you. I doubt he wants any comfort right now. Give him space,” Logan interrupts irritably.

“He left his blankie...” Patton mumbles sadly.

“Logan, that fiend was down here doing gosh knows what, and you want us to give him space?” Roman cries indignantly.

“Ro,” Patton frowns at the prince, “He probably didn’t mean anything by it. He hasn’t come downstairs in days, why’d you chase him out?”

“He was hiding under a blanket,” Roman rolls his eyes, “That’s pretty suspicious. You need to stop being so nice, Pat. Not everyone is good.”

Logan descends the stairs with a blank expression, he looks around the living room critically, “It appears he was watching television,” he drawls.

“Well, yes, I’m sure it appears that way,” Roman defends weakly.

“You chased my dark strange son away for watching cartoons,” Patton looks like he might cry. “Ro, he may never come back down here again!”

“While I doubt that’s true, he may be reluctant to leave his room for the foreseeable future.”

Patton shoots Roman a sad look.

Roman huffs, “You won’t make me feel bad. It’s not happening.”

“Ro...” Patton whispers in a pleading voice, “He didn’t even do anything.”

“Maybe not this time,” Romman mumbles defensively.

“Any-” Logan pulls out a vocab card “-beef, you have with Anxiety is merely because he’s doing his job. Just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean you can treat him like a criminal for every little thing he does.” Logan states firmly.

Roman groans, “Why do you always take his side?”

“Because he needs the support,” Patton shoots Roman a firm look, “You shouldn’t be so mean to him, Ro. He doesn’t mean to make you mad, he’s just doing his job.”

“Okay, okay! Enough with the guilt trip! I’ll apologize to him!” Roman stomps up a few stairs before Logan stops him.

“Not tonight,” Logan looks at both sides seriously, “Neither of you should bother him anymore tonight. He needs some time to breathe. We can discuss it in the morning.”

Patton nods sadly, “My poor kiddo...”

Roman rolls his eyes, “Whatever, I’m going back to bed.” He never even gets the glass of water he came downstairs for in the first place.

*****

Virgil spends the rest of the night on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. For someone to come pounding on his door, demanding an explanation for the previous night, and his solemn oath to never do it again.

Neither of those comes, not even in the morning, when Virgil is sure everyone will wake up angrier than before.

Roman was probably furious. His worst enemy lounging on the couch.

Virgil waited all day for that pounding knock, it didn’t come. Instead he spent the whole day expecting it. And being shocked when he heard a soft tap early on in the evening.

“Kiddo? I brought you some pizza?” Patton. Probably to lull him into a false sense of security. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to ignore the moral trait.

“No thanks, I’m good.”

Outside the door, Patton frowns. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Virgil wants him to leave, he wants him to leave. The silence stretches on for long enough to make him start to think he had.

But then, “Anxiety, I’m sorry Roman chased you out of the living room last night.”

Virgil freezes, his entire body tenses up. He knows he should say something but his entire mind has gone blank.

“He really shouldn’t have done that, kiddo,” Patton continues, “I’m sure he feels bad about it.”

Virgil seriously doubted that, Roman didn’t feel bad. About anything, ever. “It’s fine, I shouldn’t have been down there anyway.” His voice sounds nonchalant, but the fact that this was just another way he’d never be accepted made his heart ache.

“Oh, Anxiety, no!” Patton cries in a horrified voice, “Kiddo, you’re allowed to be in the living room.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Pat.”

“I mean it.” Patton’s voice had done solemn and serious. “Roman shouldn’t have chased you out, you have just as much of a right to be there as the rest of us.”

Virgil sighs and climbs off the bed, he stalks to the door and swings it open. Patton blinks at him in surprise, “You don’t really want me there. I appreciate the thought, I really do. But you and I both know I’d make it awkward. No one really wants the embodiment of fear and nervousness in a room, Pat. Thanks anyway.” He attempt to shut the door, Patton stops him with his foot.

“Wait! That’s not true at all, Anxiety. I’d love for you to come downstairs and hang out with us. Logan doesn’t mind you doing so, either.”

Virgil nods, “And Roman?”

Patton grimaces, “He’ll come around. But he doesn’t own the living room. You have just as much right to be there as he does.”

Virgil shakes his head, “I don’t want to piss him off.”

“Language,” Patton warns lightly, “and he’ll get over it. Why don’t you come down with me? I won’t let him chase you out again, promise.”

And he looks so hopeful, and Virgil didn’t even realize he’d nodded until he felt Patton’s hand grab his and suddenly he was being pulled along downstairs.

“Wait, Patton!” Virgil protests.

Patton stops in the middle of the hall, “If you don’t want to go, I won’t make you. But I really don’t want you to feel like you’re not allowed downstairs.”

Virgil nods, “I just don’t want a repeat of last night, I’m sorry I ran away. It was just...”

“Overwhelming?” Patton offers, “that’s okay, Anxiety. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just glad you’re not mad at me, I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. And besides, Roman promised me he wouldn’t do that again.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, I think Lo and I made him feel bad. He shouldn’t have chased you out.”

“I—are you sure he’s not more mad now? He did find me downstairs in the middle of the night.”

“Which you’re completely allowed to do,” Patton replies.

“I’m just saying, it was odd. And I know I’m not the easiest person to trust. Just...don’t be too hard on him about it, okay? He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Do you really mean that?” Virgil whirls around to see Roman standing at the end of the hall.

“Jesus! Are you trying to kill a guy? Who sneaks up on Anxiety?” Virgil cries exasperatedly.

“I wasn’t sneaking up on you, I just happened to over hear. But you really aren’t upset with me for last night?”

Virgil shrugs, “I was in your living room in the middle of the night. It’s fine.”

Roman shakes his head, “It isn’t, you...you were just watching cartoons. I’m sorry.”

Virgil’s eyes widen in surprise, “Thank you.”

Roman offers a tentative smile, “Would you like to come downstairs and watch a movie?”

Virgil smiles, “Yeah, thanks, that sounds great.”

Patton squeals excitedly, “I’m so glad you two made up! Now! Let’s go get Logie to make us snacks!”

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whatamidoingwithmylifeman · 3 years ago

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MK OC Randomness part 8... I think. Fuck it! We're going with it!

Welcome back to the shit show. Let's go!

also some of these jokes are from lamas with hats

Qiao Fu is my name for the Lin Kuei Grandmaster

Also some of these jokes are based off skits done by Moonkitti on YouTube. Just re-worded a bit

Nozomi: Hey uncle Shinnok! Do your old man voice!

Shinnok, in his normal voice: What old man voice?

Nozomi: Yeah! That one!

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Nozomi: ooh who's this?

Qiao Fu: That's my old wife.

Nozomi: The one who died long ago?

Qiao Fu: The very same

Nozomi: *eyeing the picture* That's too bad. She looks really cute.

Qiao Fu: I'm sorry, do you find my old wife attractive?

Nozomi: Do you not!?

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Nozomi: I wanna see my little boy!

Shang Tsung: *helping Meat walk* Here he comes!

Nozomi: *scooping Meat up and hugging him* I wanna see my little boy!

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"Revenant" Reiki: WHY WOULD YOU THINK ANY OF THIS IS A GOOD IDEA!?

"Revenant" Michiko: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.

"Rev" Reiki: Oh.

"Rev" Michiko: I don't understand how you keep forgetting that.

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Shinnok: Shh, do you hear that?

Shinnok: That's the sound of forgiveness.

Melantha: That's the sound of people dying dad!

Shinnok: That is what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming and then silence.

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Shariah: How did you even do this!?

Meat: A dollop of fairy dust!

Shariah: Meat!

Meat: I ripped the tag off a mattress.

Shariah: This isn't funny Meat!

Meat: Who's laughing? Clearly not all the people that just exploded.

Shariah: I'm leaving! I've had enough of this!

Meat: But thank of all the perfectly roasted faces we get to munch on now.

Shariah: What? Why?

Meat: Because we're friends. And friendship is two pals munching on well cooked faces together.

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"The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell! And yet, here you are limbo dancing with the devil!"- Melantha to Hotaru at a family dinner.

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"Oh no. There are consequences to your actions? Who would've thought?" Krow to Raiden and Flamus, still pissed at them for completely destroying a village that housed the remaining nymphs and nymphlims their husband made.

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Nozomi: I'm just here to collect Michiko

Qiao Fu: *tries to stab her*

Nozomi: YOU'RE AN UNFIT FATHER FU! THAT'S NOT EVEN YOUR DAUGHTER! YOU HAVE A HUMAN CHILD! WHO THE FUCK'S DEMON CHILD IS THAT! WHO ARE YOU STEALING CHILDREN FROM!?

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Michiko: You are not my father!

Qiao Fu: Bring proof you are not my daughter!

Meixiu's ghost in the background: Bitch! You literally murdered her birth father!

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Nyx: Get out

Reiko: Aww come on. Can't I check in on my favorite little sister?

Nyx: If you don't leave me my room Reiko, I will stab you. And when I do it won't look pretty.

Reiko: there's a pretty way to stab people? Like with a butterfly knife or something?

Nyx: yup. Handle and all.

Reiko: oh... OH!

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Nemos: Greetings Thunder God!

Raiden: Eh? Nemos what are you doing here?

Nemos: I'm taking advantage of your guilt-ridden personality to get a head start on being a better realm protector while no one is looking.

Raiden: Nope. New timeline, new Raiden. Go- Go play with your sisters.

Nemos: I'll have you know I've lived 15 lives in which I've played with my sisters, and none of them have been consequential!

Raiden: *sighs* I'm trying to take you seriously. Really. But it just feels like an even smaller Shinnok is yelling at me right now.

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Hotaru: *busting into the Sky Temple and picking up Nemos* My beautiful son, I am back from my epic battle of driving out the rebels!

Nemos: Tell me, man who sired me!

Hotaru: We were fighting when suddenly Soldier B produced a substance that burned through their skin!

Nozomi: That sounds like my poison...

Hotaru: Oh no! We'd never poison anyone. Only ambush them in the middle of the night, kill them through physical violence, and intimidate them in other wise orderly court proceedings. Poison is bad.

Nozomi: Have you considered maybe, asking him if he poisoned them?

Hotaru: Oh no, I trust him completely.

Melantha: *holding Discordia and Harmonia* But, what if he did?

Hotaru: *small whimper before glaring and shouting* Solider B! Come here and apologize to my wife for making her think about things immediately!

Solider B: Hi, what?

Hotaru: I said apologize to Melantha!

Solider B: Uh yeah, sorry for poisoning the rebels or something..

Melantha: Hey, has anyone seen Nemos?

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Darrius: It seems one of the soldiers has summoned Melantha to their side.

Hotaru: *spying on the rebels* Gonna go see Melantha. I'm gonna see Melantha at the meeting. Gonna see Melantha. Melantha.

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OB: I made a perfectly good Titan

Fuyuka: You fucked up my daughter is what you did!

Fuyuka: Look at her! She's traumatized!

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Amara: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Leila: I think you mean cards.

Amara, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.

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Ermac: Bad things keep happening to us, like we have bad luck or something.

Zyta: Ermac, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

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Zyta: You love me, right, Ermac?

Ermac: Normally, we’d say yes without hesitation, but we feel like this is going somewhere and we don’t like it.

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Kristy: *steps on her glasses by accident*

Kristy: *inhales* If I knew that this would be the fate that befalls me and these damned glasses, I would've just let the fire reach my left eye and burn it out completely!

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Megumi: I turned out perfectly fine!

Ayeka: Megumi, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Megumi: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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Zyta: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!

Philomela: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

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Discordia, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Harmonia: You did WHAT–

Nemos: William Snakepeare

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Discordia: Hey Harmonia,

Harmonia: Yes?

Discordia: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Harmonia:

Harmonia: Where’s Nemos?

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Discordia: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Harmonia: Discordia no.

Nemos: Mistlefoe.

Harmonia: Please stop encouraging her.

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Store Worker: Would a Ms. Philomela please come to the front desk?

Philomela, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Amara and Zyta*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Amara and Zyta, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Philomela: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

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Erron, driving Ash and Kamden: So how was your day?

Ash: We almost got surprise adopted!

Erron: What?

Kamden: We almost got kidnapped.

Erron: Oh, okay.

Erron: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

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Nozomi: Welcome, fellow idiots

Kung Lao: Hello, Nozomi

Nozomi: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Kung Lao: You underestimate me

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Nozomi: What are your goals?

Kung Lao: To pet all the dogs.

Nozomi: No, fitness goals.

Kung Lao: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

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Liu Kang: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Nozomi: That's why I carry two swords.

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Sareena: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Michiko's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get her out...

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Sareena: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Michiko: You mean literally or figuratively?

Sareena: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

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Sareena: Michiko... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Michiko: Your text told me to Satanize the house before you returned.

Sareena:

Sareena: I wrote sanitize, Michiko.

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Sareena: You kill people for money?!

Michiko: I can explain!

Sareena: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump!

@deepinthefog @merplderpl @yuvononik @dontunderestimatemypoison @feistyfandomthings @toomanyf4ndoms7 @daddydestrey @tora-lotus @calcium1790 @starneko123 @dinogoofy @bar10du @cyberbloodgoddess

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dc41896 · 4 years ago

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Extra Help

Pairing: Teacher!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff💕!

You weren’t quite sure what to expect when your best friend called needing you to fill in for her at the monthly parent teacher conference. Ronan wasn’t a bad kid by any means, so you doubt that it was about him being disruptive or getting into a fight. Then again, like any 10 year old boy, he could have his moments, bringing you back to square one wondering what would be discussed at this meeting.

Reaching the wooden door, you turn the handle revealing a childlike, decorated classroom brightly lit from the remaining sun shining outside before it was due to set. Various drawings from stick figures to flowers littered the walls along with scholastic posters showing the water cycle and how to use the infamous PEMDAS, just to name a few. There were also posters of superheroes and even some of puppies that made you softly smile.

“Auntie Y/N!,” Ronan smiles hopping up from his desk to hug your legs. “Mom’s not coming?”

“Not this time, she had to work late. Now what did you do that we have to have this meeting?,” you ask eyeing him suspiciously making Ronan giggle.

“Nothing bestest auntie.”

“Bestest auntie? Now I know you definitely did something,” you respond tickling his sides.

“Hi! You must be Ronan’s godmother.” Red plaid button up hanging over his dark jeans, a man who you assume to be Ronan’s teacher emerges from his office with black frames resting on his cheeks and impeccably clean white sneakers on his feet. His gold pendant gleaming in the light only brings more attention to his broad chest, and rolled up sleeves display his muscular arms. “I’m his teacher Mr. Evans.”

His hand envelopes yours in softness and warmth as he greets you with a handshake. The bright smile on his lips not only captures you, but somehow brings comfort even though you only just met. Ronan had told countless stories of his favorite teacher, Mr. Evans, and how he was so cool, funny, and smart.

The figure standing in front of you now compared to who you envisioned then, though, was definitely not the same.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you smile back. “Nina apologizes again for not being able to make it.”

“She doesn’t have to apologize, I completely understand. Please have a seat at my desk and we can get started.” Pulling up one of the bigger chairs for you as Ronan gets one of the student chairs for himself, you both sit in front of the mahogany desk soon meeting with his welcoming blue eyes.

“Is everything okay with Ronan? He hasn’t been any trouble has he?”

“No! No, behavior wise Ronan’s one of the best in my class! He’s polite, always tries to help out, follows the rules.”

“That’s great!,” you smile lightly nudging his arm making him shyly look down to his feet. “And what about his work?”

“For the most part it’s good, but that’s the main thing I wanted to discuss. In his other subjects, Ronan completes his assignments with no problems and participates in our class discussions answering every question I give him. However, I’ve noticed with science he struggles a bit and will kinda close off, not even wanting to try when he doesn’t understand something.”

“Why don’t you ask for help Ro? That’s part of the reason your teacher’s here.”

“I know, but I want to try to figure it out on my own. By then, everyone’s moved on though so then I can’t catch up.”

“Well that’s when you ask for help. And if you don’t want to ask in front of everybody ask after school or during downtime. Or you can always ask me or your mom. Does she already know about his science grades?,” you ask looking back at his teacher who was lightly scratching his thick beard.

“That’s um the other thing I wanted to discuss...”

“Mr. Evansss,” Ronan whines attempting to talk in a hushed tone clearly forgetting you were sat right next to him and could hear every word. “You said you wouldn’t tell.”

“I said I wouldn’t tell your mom bud, not your godmom,” he replies in the same hushed tone nearly making you laugh from their interaction. “If any of the kids have a C or lower, I make a note on their progress report or report card and they have to give it back to me signed. The last report card and past two progress reports Ronan brought them back signed and everything was fine. I ran into his mom at the store one day and she asked why did we switch to having grades online rather than physically handing them out, which confused me until I put it together and realized someone had been forging his mom’s signature.”

“Ronan Michael..”

“You do it all the time though auntie!”

“Yea to send off bills your mom may forget to sign or to get packages for you guys, which she knows about me doing! You signing for your grades is definitely not the same and wrong Ronan, you know that.”

Guilt apparent from his deep brown eyes to his pouted lips, he lightly swings his legs back and forth with hands placed under his thighs. “I was gonna bring my grade up so then I wouldn’t have to do it anymore and then mom wouldn’t know. No harm done.”

“While that’s a nice plan, you still weren’t getting any help though. So what would’ve happened if your grade didn’t get better?”

“....I uh didn’t really think that far ahead,” he answers shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay well since we don’t have a plan for that, here’s what I think. Everyday after school, you meet with Mr. Evans to go over your science lesson and do that until your grades get better and stay that way,” you suggest before once again meeting the soft eyes of his teacher. “But what do you say Mr. Evans? I don’t want to take away from your personal time or home life.”

“I don’t have a problem with it. Plus it’s just me and my dog, who I’m sure wouldn’t mind me not being there to annoy him,” he lightly chuckles making you smile. “And in fact, you and Nina are both welcome in to hear how it’s going so you don’t have to wait outside for him.”

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to let her know. Mostly it’ll be her coming, but the days she can’t make it I’ll be here.”

“Sounds good,” he smiles drumming his fingers on the desk. “Well that was pretty much everything I wanted to discuss. Do you have any questions for me?”

“No, at least not right now.” Scribbling his information down, he peels off the sticky note containing his number and email address before handing it to you.

“If anything comes up just give me a call, or you can email me. I usually respond back the same day if I have time.”

“Thanks, I could’ve gotten all this from Nina though. You didn’t have to waste a stick note on me.”

“Um right,” he sheepishly states, cheeks turning a light pink as he nervously chuckles to himself. “Well one less step then.”

Looking between both your laughing faces, Ronan wasn’t quite sure what was going on between his favorite teacher and bestest aunt, but he didn’t like it.

The weeks that followed, he met with Mr. Evans as he was told usually being joined by his mother who would sit beside him making sure he really understood what was being taught. You would show up sometimes also sitting next to him making sure he got everything, but he couldn’t help but notice Mr. Evans smile a little brighter when you walked in the room. Similar to how he would get excited when his mom would say they were having pizza for dinner. And he was more talkative too, asking about her day which would eventually turn into a random conversation about things they liked or some other topic.

“So, um we’re having a field trip to the planetarium next week and I was wondering if you wanted to come along?,” he asked one day trying to be quiet as Ronan answered his last couple questions.

“To chaperone? I’d love to help out but honestly if I have to look after more than five kids, it’s gonna be a disaster,” you answer making him laugh.

“You don’t have to worry, on paper yea you’re a chaperone but really you’ll just be with me. And since we’re not having class after and the kids can go home as soon as we get back, I was thinking we could go grab dinner at that place I was telling you about.”

You tried to hide your face so he wouldn’t see the giddy smile forming on your lips, but from his own deep chuckle and his fingers briefly grazing yours resting on the table you knew you weren’t quick enough.

“I’m hoping that smile means yes?,” he whispers.

“Done!,” Ronan interrupts before you can answer, quickly gathering his backpack before pulling your hand. “Cmon auntie I’m starving.”

“Hold on Ro, we have to see if your answers are right first then we can leave,” you giggle.

“But I know it’s right! I’ve been doing really well, even Mr. Evans will tell you.”

“Yep everything’s right, and that is true he is doing much better.”

“See? Now time for food! Bye Mr. Evans!,” Ronan rushes pulling you behind him.

“Bye Ronan,” he chuckles before looking at you. “I’ll see you next week?”

“Yea, I’ll let you know if anything changes though.” With a final wave, you feel your heart swell with excitement for your upcoming date as you walk down the hall. Ronan, on the other hand, hoped for anything to stop you from going with his teacher next week.

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“Hey what’s up with your godmom and Mr. Evans?,” Sarah, one of friends, asks as they watch the two giggle while going over the constellation map shining on the wall.

After getting all the students organized in their groups with their chaperones, and saying everything he needed to, the both of you had been connected at the hip walking around and exploring everything the exhibits had to offer. Ronan wanted nothing more than to go home so he wouldn’t have to see you two together.

“Nothing.”

“Because they look at each other the way my parents do. All lovey dovey and cutesy like.”

“They’re just friends,” he answers, a little annoyed by everything going on around him.

“Well if they do get together,” Zach, his other friend begins, “say bye to your aunt.”

“Say goodbye?”

“Yea. It’s like with my older brother, he got a girlfriend and now I barely see him.”

“Ooh and if Mr. Evans becomes your uncle, he’s gonna be tougher on you,” Sarah adds. “My grandma was my mom’s teacher and she said she was so hard on her she couldn’t even make a B and if she did, she got in trouble.”

Ronan knew his teacher and he’d never do that. He was like a friend and friend’s wouldn’t be mean to each other. Plus his godmother would never let him treat her precious godson that way. Watching the two of you walk to another exhibit, he began to think though, what if you forgot all about him now that you had Mr. Evans?

What if his friends were right and you dating him caused all these bad things to happen? He didn’t know how he would do it, but he had to stop this quick before things got worse.

———

“Did you know Jupiter is so big, 1000 Earth’s can fit in it?,” Chris asks as you both walk through the life size replica of the solar system.

“No, I didn’t know that.”

“And the sun makes up 99% of the solar system’s mass, which is crazy since what can be seen in the sky is just a small dot. And although we know about our own galaxy, there are so many more we’ve discovered, and have yet to, possibly with various planets of their own that have their own unique properties, which just astounds me and-.”

Hearing your slight giggle, he turns to see your brown eyes on him now realizing how you probably felt like you were back in elementary school yourself from his information dump.

“S-sorry about the rambling. I know it’s probably boring, and I’ve been told I really need to stop-.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not boring at all! I’d actually like it if you keep going,” you shyly smile holding onto his hand. Thumb rubbing against the back of your hand, he slowly steps closer to you stopping inches from your chests being pressed together.

“Okay well let’s see. Both Neptune and Uranus have rain storms of solid diamonds. And while I’m sure that would be a beautiful sight, it’s nothing compared to what’s in front of me right now.”

Before you can speak, you both hear approaching small footsteps making you separate to find Ronan grabbing his stomach as if he was in pain.

“Ro you okay? Why are you holding your stomach?,” you ask walking up to him with Chris following close behind.

“No, it hurts auntie. I think I need to go home.”

“Well the bus is our ride back, do you think you can hold on until it’s time for everyone to go?”

“No, I think I need to go now,” he groans rubbing his stomach.

“Alright, let me call your mom and see if she’ll come get you.”

“I want you to come too though,” he whines hugging your mid section as you dial your friend’s number.

“Ro your mom can handle it. I’ll come by and check on you later though okay?”

“No, you have to leave when I do!,” he protests hiding his face in your abdomen as you rub his back confused by his outburst and sudden clinginess.

Clearly something else was going on here besides an upset stomach.

“Hey, can you give us a minute?,” you ask Chris, to which he nods his head giving you a sympathetic smile.

“I’ll be outside if you guys need me.” Sneakers squeaking against the tile floor, you wait until he leaves before squatting down to meet Ronan’s red eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“What’s really going on Ro? Is somebody bothering you?,” you ask wiping his tears.

“Yea, Mr. Evans.”

“How is he bothering you?”

“Because he’s gonna take you away and we’re never gonna see each other again. Then he’s gonna be mean to me for making less than an A and-,”

“Whoa whoa where is all this coming from?”

“Well...i-it’s what my friends said,” he responds making you softly laugh.

“Honey no one will EVER take me away from you. Not Mr. Evans or any other guy that may come along. And your teacher would never be rude to you like that, he cares about all of you guys and just wants to make sure you do your best. Look how much he helped you get your science grade back up.”

“Yea but that’s before you get married and he changes,” he sniffles.

“What all do these kids talk about?,” you wonder as you shake your head. “Buddy I can promise you marriage is definitely a far far FAR off topic that isn’t in sight anytime soon,” you softly smile. “But from what I’ve seen, even if we did get married, he would still be that fun teacher you always say is your favorite. You don’t need to worry about that though okay? You keep focusing on being the funny, smart, amazing kid I know and love.”

“Okay, and you promise nothing’s gonna change?,” he asks with those big brown eyes that could turn stone into the softest powder.

“I promise with every breath in my body.” Hugging him close, he giggles as you repeatedly kiss his cheeks squeezing him tight.

“Auntie I can’t breathe!”

“Too bad because I’m not letting you go,” you both laugh as you hug each other.

“Hey they’re about to start loading up the buses soon so we can go back to school,” Chris says walking up to the both of you. “Your stomach still hurt Ronan?”

“No, it’s better now. Just a false alarm.”

“That’s good, if it starts again though let one of us know and we’ll call your mom okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles up at the much taller man. “Um Mr. Evans?”

“Yea bud?”

“It’s okay if you and my auntie like each other. I’m fine with it now.”

“Oh, um, well thank you for your blessing,” he chuckles looking at you softly laughing yourself.

Proudly nodding once, he walks to the door with you and Chris not that far behind.

“What was that about?,” he asks still amused by what he just witnessed.

“I’ll tell you later,” you giggle joining hands as you both walk out side by side.

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doc-pickles · 4 years ago

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right where you left me

I think this is the fastest I’ve ever finished a two part series haha. I honestly thought I was done Saturday but decided to add some more to it and the whole thing ended up being almost 9K words so.... I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had a lot of requests for this fic and I really enjoyed writing it :) and if you need it here’s a link to part one

Sunday 10:38 AM

You two doing good?

doing fine, just a little tired

Need me to bring anything by? I’m off at 2

I think we’re okay, i’ll text if I think of anything

thank you :)

No problem. Talk soon.

Sunday 11:15 AM

I’m going to grab a late lunch. Do you want anything?

Sunday 11:52 AM

Heading into surgery, shouldn’t be too long.

Sunday 1:47 PM

About to head out.

Sunday 2:08 PM

Missed Call from Alex

Sunday 2:15 PM

Missed Call from Alex

Sunday 2:22 PM

You okay? I’m getting worried

Sunday 2:39 PM

On my way over.

Sunday 2:45 PM

Missed Call from Alex

Jo is exhausted if she's honest with herself. At six months pregnant she’d thought that things would get easier from here on out, but she’d been foolishly wrong. She’d been dealing with a nasty resurgence of her morning sickness the past three days and her once abounding second trimester energy had now dwindled down to practically nothing. After leaving work the day before she’d barely gotten out of bed, only leaving the warm blankets to go to the bathroom or grab a snack.

She’s laying in bed, finally settled down after another bout of morning sickness, when the door to the loft slides open loudly. She ignores it at first, knowing it’s probably Alex coming to check on her, but she bolts up from her position in bed when he starts practically screaming.

“Jesus Christ Jo! I thought you were dead, you can’t reply to a text or pick up your damn phone,” Alex is clearly frantic as he paces the loft, barely acknowledging Jo’s presence. “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

“I’m sick Alex, I’ve either been asleep or throwing up since I texted you,” Jo’s voice had an edge to it as she stared Alex down. “And I don’t need you coming in here and trying to guilt trip me or whatever this is.”

“I’m not trying to guilt trip you, I’m trying to make sure you and our kid aren’t dead!”

“Well now that you know we aren’t you can leave Alex. You probably wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Meredith getting sick,” Jo could feel her anger boiling as she looked at Alex. She knew her words were a low blow, but her anger and her hormones won out as she continued to yell at him. “I am more than capable of taking care of myself and our son without you constantly keeping tabs on us. That’s not your job anymore, you’re not my husband! You’re just the guy who knocked me up and then left for three months after telling me for years that you would never leave. You left and you weren’t coming back and the only reason you did is because I’m pregnant. If I wasn’t then you wouldn’t be here acting like you care… Do you think I don’t realize that? I get it, I’m nothing to you anymore and you’re only here for the baby. Well your son is fine and I’m fine too so please just get out.”

There was a moment of silence as Jo and Alex stared at each other, her eyes alight with anger and frustration. She settled herself back into bed with her back facing the door, holding her breath until she heard the door to the loft slide shut again and Alex’s footsteps retreat downstairs. When she finally released the breath she had been holding, a shaking round of tears followed it.

She didn’t know if she believed the words she’d spat at Alex, at one point she did but now she wasn’t so sure. He’d shown her over and over that he genuinely cared for her outside of his parental responsibilities to their son, even if he had left her behind. In truth, no matter how many therapy sessions she went to or how much her and Alex talked things out there was still a gaping hole in her chest created by the man she loved. She’d work through it, she always did, but right now all she wanted was sleep.

She sleeps for three hours, the longest stretch in the past few days that she’s been able to manage without throwing up. When she finally wakes her stomach is growling at her which almost makes her roll her eyes because she hasn’t been able to keep anything down lately. Jo slowly rolls out of bed and heads to the kitchen to find something to eat, but instead stops at the sight of her dining table.

There’s a large bouquet of tulips, her favorite flowers, along with ginger ale, soup, and her favorite snacks. Next to that she spots the tiniest blue striped onesie she’s ever seen, the sight bringing tears to her eyes. As she scans the spread once more, she grabs the card on the flowers and reads the barely legible writing.

Jo,

I’m sorry for the past few months. I know I’ve put you through hell but I’m trying my hardest to make it up to you and I promise I won’t stop trying. I’m a better man because of you and I hope I can be that man for you and our son.

Alex

Wiping up her tears, Jo grabs her car keys and heads down to her car. She knows she probably looks a hot mess but she drives the few blocks to Alex’s apartment anyways, barely noticing the thick sheets of rain that soak her thin pajamas as she bolts from her car into the brick building.

When Alex opens the door, she knows she looks insane but she forces the words out before he can say anything, “I’m sorry for snapping at you, you didn’t deserve that. I said a lot of things I didn’t mean because I was angry and my emotions are all over the place. That doesn’t make it right, it’s just… I’ve had a hard time lately. With everything. And I lashed out at you and I shouldn’t have.”

Alex stared at Jo for a moment before stepping into the hallway and pulling her into his embrace, “I’m sorry too, for freaking out on you, that’s the last thing you need right now. I meant what I said, I do want to be better for you. For both of you.”

“And I’m sorry for telling you that we’re having a boy by yelling it across the room at you,” Jo let a quiet laugh out as she looked up at Alex, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Maybe we can just talk things out from now on? And try to contain our tempers. Oh god, I hope our kid doesn’t have a temper.”

Alex chuckled, pressing a light kiss to Jo’s hair as he ushered her inside his apartment, “He's probably going to but you can teach him how to throw stuffed animals at the wall.”

“Hey, how’s your day going,” Jo tried to act as casual as she could as she leaned against the wall next to Alex who was typing up something in a chart. “Just out of curiosity, you know for a patient, how do you tell the difference between Braxton Hicks and real contractions?”

Alex’s head whipped up, eyes moving from Jo’s bump to her face. She had kept a calm demeanor as she left her surgery early, but now standing next to him she felt nervous, “You’re having contractions? Are you in labor?”

“If I knew that I wouldn’t be asking you would I,” Jo huffed as she pressed her hand against her stomach. The movement didn’t seem to calm Alex as he stared her down, his own hand coming up to sit right above hers on her belly. “I don’t think I am, I’ve just been super uncomfortable since last night. I spent an hour just sitting on the couch because I was in so much pain I couldn’t move. Actually I was kinda convinced I might just give birth then and there, but my pain went away and I got a few hours of sleep.”

Alex pressed his hand against Jo’s back as he led her down the hallway, his eyes not leaving her as they walked, “I don’t like you being alone in there all the time. What if you had actually gone into labor?”

“Then I would’ve called you.”

“And what if you couldn’t reach your phone? Or you lost too much blood and passed out,” Alex stopped walking and braced his hands on Jo’s shoulders. “I’m just worried about you and the baby. You know I always am, especially with your due date being so close.”

Eyes narrowing, Jo reflected on the past few months as she stared Alex down. After their blowout fight, Alex and her had begun to slowly work on their relationship and building it back up. It wasn’t an easy task, there had been a lot of yelling and crying and talking through things, but she was happy with where they were as the weeks leading up to their son’s arrival dwindled away on the calendar. She didn’t know what the future held for them, but she was content to just have him by her side for now.

“Well I’m not moving out of the loft if that’s what you’re insinuating,” Jo crossed her arms across her chest. “I know you’re worried but I’ll be fine.”

Alex fixed her with a serious stare, one hand coming back down to her growing bump, “Well then I'll move in, I mean if that’s okay with you. I really don’t want you to be alone and I can help when he gets here. I’ll even sleep on the couch.”

A groan left Jo as she looked up at Alex. She appreciated his help, but she didn’t need to be under constant supervision, “Alex, I’m fine. I love that you’re worried, but I don’t need a babysitter. Now I am going to go home and take a long nap, I’ll see you later.”

Jo walked away from Alex, not letting him get another word in as she headed for the residents lounge to grab her things. She knew being due next month meant that things would only get harder from here on out, but she was determined to do as much as she could by herself.

“Jo? I brought you dinner.”

Jo’s head popped up from her position leaning against the back of the couch, her body protesting at the sudden movement. She held back the groan she wanted to release as she watched Alex throw a takeout bag onto the kitchen counter. She’d been trying to relieve the pain that had been building in her back all day, but it seemed to have heightened as soon as she got home.

“Hey, sorry for barging in but I figured you were hungry,” Alex eyed Jo for a moment, brows crinkling when she didn’t verbally answer him. “You okay? You look a little pale.”

Jo nodded, but immediately dropped her head to her hands and let out the loud, pained groan she’d tried so hard to hold back. Her hips and back were on fire, the baby’s positioning not helping matters at all. As she tried to hold back another frustrated moan, Alex came up behind her and settled his hands on her lower back, fingers working down into her skin to release some of the pressure building there. The feeling was the first relief she’d felt all day, prompting her to immediately burst into tears. For his part, Alex was unfazed by Jo’s outburst, his fingers continuing to rub her back as she let out loud sobs.

“Hey, look at me,” Alex’s voice rang out softly after a few minutes, prompting Jo to turn and meet his eyes as he held her close. She cursed her heart as it beat out of time, stuttering at the intimacy of her and Alex’s positioning. “You don’t have to do all of this on your own. I know you can, but I’m here and I want to help you. Will you let me help?”

Pressing her head against Alex’s chest, Jo nodded as she took a deep breath. She hated to admit it, but Alex was right, she did need a little help. She hadn’t slept properly in days, her back was on fire, and her Braxton Hicks were coming at an almost constant rate now. More than anything, Jo just needed someone to support her and Alex was the best person for that role.

“Good, now let’s get you in bed. You look like you haven’t slept in a week,” Alex chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her head. The small move sparked something in Jo, despite Alex having done it more than once since returning home. Her fingers curled into his shirt, eyes turning up to meet his with a dark glint behind them. “What? What’s that look for?”

Before he could say anything else, Jo moved one hand to tangle in his hair and bring his lips down to hers. The feeling was indescribable, something she’d craved since she had dropped him off at the airport so many months ago. As if sensing the same thing, Alex kissed her back hungrily, his fingers readily finding purchase against her hips. After a moment, he pulled back and met her eyes.

“You were just crying and now you’re kissing me,” Alex chuckled, brushing back a strand of hair from her face. “I think you do need to get some sleep.”

“Will you lay down with me, I haven’t been able to sleep for like three days,” Jo’s eyes were pleading with Alex as she crawled under the covers. “He calms down when you’re around, I might actually be able to sleep for more than an hour.”

Alex obliged, kicking his shoes off and crawling into the other side of the bed. As he wrapped one arm around Jo’s expanding stomach, she closed her eyes and let her mind believe that this was a normal day for them. That they’d come home from work and were settling in for the night, that they didn’t sleep in separate apartments, that they weren’t divorced and Alex had never left. For a moment Jo let herself believe everything was okay.

Those thoughts and Alex’s presence lulled Jo into the most peaceful sleep she’d gotten in weeks. Her mind drifted off, letting her aching body rest and giving her much needed relief.

“He’s gonna be in the bassinet for the first few months, I don’t see why you insist on setting up the crib now,” Jo groaned as she sat herself on the couch, propping her bare feet up on the coffee table. “Can you just shove your clothes in the dresser and come sit down? Your nagging has exhausted me.”

A chuckle leaves Alex as he settles himself across the couch from Jo, reaching for her feet and pulling them into his lap, “Sorry that all of my heavy lifting and asking you where I should put things has bothered you.”

A noncommittal groan left Jo as her eyes fluttered closed, one hand floating down to her bump as Alex rubbed her swollen feet. He’d been at the loft every night since their agreement last week, making sure that he was able to help Jo sleep and stopping their son from keeping her up all night. Jo was thankful for the reprieve, even more thankful when Alex hadn’t batted an eye at her request for help relieving some of her more… primal urges that had sparked since her raging hormones had taken over her body. She’d fight anyone that insinuated that her and Alex were together, because they definitely weren’t, but she had a hard time denying the fact that sex with him was just as great if not better than it had always been.

Even being so far along in her pregnancy, Alex seemed to know what her body craved even more than she did. The way that they still worked so well on a physical level was no shock to Jo, but Alex’s uncanny ability to make her come undone and feel completely satisfied still shocked her. The first time they’d had sex again Jo had come three times before he’d even taken his pants off.

“You want me to order dinner? We can get Chinese if you want,” Jo barely registered Alex’s voice as his fingers moved across her skin. She could tell her body was already reacting to the feeling of him so close to her, her mind desperately trying to fight off the growing heat between her legs. “Jooooo? You in there?”

Jo peeks her eyes open, meeting Alex’s gaze with a grin. She moves one hand to grab his shirt and pull him closer to her, a chuckle leaving him as he understands exactly what she’s asking for.

“You’re insatiable,” Alex’s tone is light as his lips trail down to Jo’s neck. “I wouldn’t be shocked if sex is what sends you into labor.”

“Your dirty talk needs some work,” Jo groans as one of Alex’s hands trails up her body to brush against her breast. “But you might have a point…”

When Jo rolls over to glance at the clock, she's beyond frustrated that it tells her it’s midnight. She’d fallen asleep not even two hours ago after tossing and turning for 45 minutes trying to get comfortable between intermittent Braxton Hicks contractions. Resigning herself to another night of insomnia, she rolls out of bed and heads for the bathroom.

“You know, you’re being a real pain in the ass,” Jo groans as she looks down to her belly, a kick hitting her bladder as she flips on the bathroom light. “Yeah, you’re definitely a Karev.”

Finishing up in the bathroom, Jo walks quietly back to bed and settles herself above the covers. She knew she’d have to pee again soon and didn’t want to bother climbing all the way into bed again only to climb right back out.

After her scare early on in her pregnancy, Jo was just grateful to be carrying her baby still. But with only a few days left until her due date, she was growing more and more frustrated as her body began to prepare for labor. She hated how she couldn’t go more than an hour or two without feeling like she was going to pee her pants, how her back was constantly in pain no matter how she laid herself across the bed, how her son was now so large that even taking a deep breath was a monumental task.

It didn’t help that she’d been on maternity leave for the past two weeks and had been home alone bored out of her mind most of the time. She’d cleaned the loft, organized both her and Alex’s dressers, washed and folded all of the baby clothes, and watched every season of Friends. Jo almost wanted to go into labor just to have something to do that wasn’t cleaning.

Just as she’d predicted her bladder began screaming at her once again, prompting Jo to pull herself off of the bed and head back towards the bathroom. To her shock however, a loud pop sounded as soon as she stood, her feet instantly soaked by the rush of liquid now pooling on the ground.

“Alex… Alex! Wake up,” Jo tossed her pillow at Alex’s sleeping form across the bed, watching as he slowly began to wake. She felt bad knowing he’d just come off a long shift the night before, but she needed him. “Alex!”

The lights in the bedroom flicked on as Jo let out a low groan and reached for the edge of the bed, a sharp pain running through her stomach as she clenched the blankets tightly. A warm hand settled on her back, calming Jo slightly as her mind began to race, “How long have you been up?”

“Twenty minutes, but my water just broke,” Jo took a deep breath as she blindly reached for Alex’s hand. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Don’t be sorry, what else am I gonna do right now,” Alex pressed a kiss against the side of Jo’s head as his hand continued to rub soothing circles into her back. “Will you be okay if I go throw the bags in the car real quick?”

Jo nods at him, but as soon as his hands aren’t on her anymore she wants to call out and bring him back to her. She’d gotten used to being so close to Alex, his hands constantly near her as he rubbed her aching feet or back and moved his hand across her belly to feel the baby’s movements. She’d even made it a habit of curling up next to him when he crawled into bed after a long shift, his hands always moving to pull her closer as she buried her face into his chest. When he’d moved back into the loft to make things easier when the baby came she’d been hesitant, but Jo couldn’t help how comforting she found his presence.

“Cars packed and I called the hospital so they know we’re on our way,” Jo looked up, Alex’s voice startling her out of her thoughts. His hands fell to her lower back again as she leaned against his chest, the feeling relaxing Jo as another contraction rushed through her body. “Those are pretty close together, how long have you been having contractions?”

“On and off since you left for work yesterday morning,” a groan left Jo as she braced her hands on Alex’s shoulders, the pain radiating through her stomach growing stronger. “Nothing this bad though.”

“Well let’s get going then, I’d like to avoid you giving birth in my car,” a small chuckle left Jo as Alex led her out of the loft. The next time they’d walk through the doors they’d have a baby with them. “Hey I was wrong! Sex didn’t put you into labor!”

“Shut up Alex.”

The exhaustion that falls over Jo as she leans into Alex is only surpassed by her joy at the squirming bundle that’s being placed on her chest. A head of dark curls greets her as she presses the infant close to her, fingers coming up to brush the soft skin of her son's cheek.

“You’re here, you’re real,” Jo laughs wetly as she looks down at the baby in her arms, her son, tears instantly welling in her eyes. “Oh my god your head is huge.”

“Sorry about that, that’s my bad,” Alex’s voice rings out from behind her, prompting Jo to shift closer to him as he presses one hand on the baby’s back and another against her arm in a comforting gesture. “You did so good, you’re a freaking rockstar.”

As she sits with her newborn snuggled against her and Alex’s arms wrapped around her, Jo thinks that she could stay right there forever. The pain, the heartbreak, the worry, all of it fades as she relishes in the feeling of the two people she loves most by her side. She’d been through so much in her life, lows she never wanted to relive, highs she would remember forever. All of it seems to pass by her eyes in a flash as she zones into this moment, the one moment she’s sure she’ll never forget as long as she lives.

In a second, without warning, Jo realizes that nothing else mattered. What had happened before, the grudges she’d held, the words spoken and not between her and Alex over the past year didn’t matter. He was here, with her and with their son and she knew he wasn’t leaving. He didn’t have to say it, didn’t have to promise anything or beg for her to let him in. His arms holding her close and his fingers brushing at their son’s curls reminded her that things had changed so much already.

“I love you,” Jo whispers as she lays her head on Alex’s chest, her eyes still trained on the baby in her arms. “I love you so much Alex.”

There’s a pause, a stillness in the air as Alex freezes next to her. The words that they’d exchanged so freely before now held a heavier meaning, they meant more this time around. His fingers moving slowly up and down her arm stop for a moment, continuing again as he presses a kiss to her temple, “I love you too Jo.”

She doesn’t know how long they sit like that, both of them staring down in awe at the little boy they’d created together. Alex tells him about how he was certain that they’d conceived him in the backseat of his car, Jo chuckling at the ridiculous story as her eyes fought to stay open. She’d been in labor for almost five hours and had been pushing for another, the event taking its toll on her as she leaned against Alex and shut her eyes.

“You sleep, I'll take him and we’ll be here when you wake up,” Alex grabs the infant from her arms, Jo peeking her eyes open to marvel at the sight of their son nuzzled against him. “Tell mama to take a nap, she deserves it.”

Jo watches the two for a moment more before closing her eyes and letting the joy she felt wash over her, lulling her into a peaceful sleep.

Jo wakes to small cries and the sound of someone singing softly. The cries lessen as the singing gets a little louder, the rough melodic voice singing some rock song that was not appropriate lullaby music. Sitting up in bed, she lets her eyes adjust before making out the silhouette of Alex rocking their two week old son to sleep.

“Is he hungry? I can take him,” Alex’s head popped up in surprise at Jo’s voice, his face illuminated by the low light shining from the kitchen.

“No, he’s almost back down. I gave him a bottle already,” Alex rocked back and forth a few more times before smirking up at Jo. “You go back to sleep, you need it.”

Settling her head back into the pillows, Jo watched both boys for a few minutes until Alex settled the baby back into his bassinet. Satisfied that the infant was going to stay down, he crawled back into bed and pulled Jo into his arms, “I thought I told you to go back to sleep.”

“Mmm yeah but you and Max looked too cute,” one hand trailed up to Alex’s face as Jo snuggled against him. “Besides it gets cold in here without you.”

A chuckle left Alex as his hands wrapped around Jo, bringing her flush against his chest as his lips brushed a kiss against her hair, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jo settled her head against Alex’s chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her own body.

Jo’s eyes close again, her mind drifting to think of Luna, of the concern she’d had that her son might end up alone and scared like she had been. She knew that the little girl was probably sleeping in her crib at home, her mom healthy and snoozing beside her, the thought comforting her slightly. As she thought of Alex and the way he cared so deeply about her and Max, Jo knew she’d never have to worry about either of them being alone again.

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sooibian · 5 years ago

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Stranger Things (2)

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!Reader ft. Kyungsoo, Mark Lee, Jongdae (if you squint)

Description: You met an obnoxious lawyer at the airport and fell stupidly in “love” but little did you know, his heart belonged to someone else.

Themes: Fluff, crack, stupid OC, Mark Lee’s debut with a law firm, organic cucumbers, cowsheds, corgis, farmer!Soo, lawyer!Baek

A/N: This was not supposed to happen but four people asked for it and that’s really all it takes to get me to do something. I was SO tempted to title this - Of Cowsheds and Corgis!! This fic is ridiculous and very predictable but I gave up on the angst I was writing for this because ridiculous is just what I need right now. I truly hope you’re all safe and healthy!

Word Count: ~ 1.6k

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four (Final)

Groaning, you put down your second ‘fruit platter’ with a deliberate clang on Kyungsoo’s bedside table. Nothing. “Yah! Did you catch narcolepsy in that ridiculously mind numbing hamlet?” The skinny end of your chopstick slowly made its way to the sole of his left foot. Still nothing. Panic swelled within you and you crawled over to his side to check his breathing. He was breathing, alright.

“Eomma!” You bellowed. Maybe it was time for the third medley of diced apples and bananas.

Still nothing.

***

“Sloth.” You took a jibe at a barely awake Kyungsoo.

“Creep.”

“Creep?”

“You were watching me sleep!”

“I was waiting for you to wake up! There’s a difference, Snorlax.”

“Patience - -”, his mouth fell open in a huge yawn.

“Isn’t my greatest virtue. Yeah, I know. You’ve said it a million times. It’s etched in my heart. I’ll get it tattooed across my forehead. Now spill.”

For a moment Kyungsoo looked confused before diving into his fruit platter with a half-suppressed snicker.

“What?” You attacked his stupid bespectacled face with a pillow. When was the last time he got a change of glasses? He’s worn this thick-rimmed atrocity forever. Although the man was optically challenged, his hearing was more than just fine. He was quick to spot the hint of defensiveness in your tone and his heart shaped smile had a reputation of showing up only when you were in deep trouble. “Ahhhhh….my case? The bank is entitled to a lien on the adjoining cowshed - ”

You cut in with a long impatient sigh. “Kyungsoo, sweetie, can we talk about corgis for now?”

“Chubs”, you undid your messy bun at the sound of that horrendous nickname, “you’ve got a bad case of --- honestly whatever this is. You spent two hours with him. Two.”

“Squishy, I’m not three anymore. I am a woman now.” His face contorted into an expression of disgust. “Stop. Calling me. Chubs.” Interjecting every word by striking his shoulder with your feeble wrist, you noticed how ‘un-Squishy’ he’d gotten over the past one year. “And I know all there is to know...about your 174 cm tall friend who struts around like he’s no less than 185. But that’s not him...that’s Handsome Mr. Park, his partner.”

“Stalker!” Kyungsoo’s eyes grew wide in horror and he flicked your forehead very, very hard.

Swallowing your cry of pain, you pinched his ear with all your might, making him wince. “It’s called content curation. If you ever happen to meet a lovelorn village belle ….let me know, yeah? I’m willing to put up my skills to offer. For a fee, of course.”

“YAH!” He freed himself from your grasp. “Behave! You’re not three anymore, right? Tell me...how much do you know about Baekhyun?” He was curious. Slightly panic-struck, even. But you couldn’t tell why.

“I will tell you but I need to know something before that. Has he - Doh Kyungsoo I swear to God I will bury you alive if you so much as smile - has he mentioned me at all?” You felt your face flame and a part of you really did not want to know the answer to that.

Kyungsoo sucked the insides of his cheeks in and said, “He thinks you’re interesting.”

You knew 'interesting', almost always, was nothing but a euphemism for weird. Ignoring the tender ache in your chest you said, "Well, I think he looks a lot like his corgi Mongryong. Mum has invited you to dinner tomorrow. Later, Squish." You pulled him in a bear hug, picked up the two, now polished, plates and walked out of Kyungsoo's room, slowly closing the door behind you.

"Eomma, Kyungsoo will be joining us for dinner -"

"Chubs, wait!" He hurried out of his room and handed you a rather heavy C4 size envelope. "My dentist appointment has been moved to today and I had to drop these documents off at Byun Park's", after a small pause he hesitantly continued, "he won't be there."

"Who won't be there?" Kyungsoo’s mother eyed the both of you suspiciously.

You couldn’t say no to the illustrious prince of a family who fed you a whole carton of organic fruits a while ago. At least not in front of the matriarch.

"It's nothing Eomma… it's Kyungsoo's friend Byun Baekhyun. Yah! Doh Kyungsoo! Stop acting like he's my ex boyfriend."

***

Your heart raced as you stepped into the elevator of the swanky commercial building. Pushing the button for the 27th floor, you turned around to examine yourself in the mirror feeling frumpy and underdressed in your faded yellow sweater and mom-jeans. The ding of the elevator jolted your heart and your mouth went dry as you lay your eyes on the blond haired man standing in front of you. You wanted nothing more than to snake your arm around Doh Kyungsoo’s neck and put him in a tight chokehold until he begged for mercy -- at this point you weren’t very keen on letting go of the imaginary, gasping for breath, blue in the face, Doh Kyungsoo. He won’t be there??

“Hi”, you said stepping out of the elevator but what you really wanted to say was ‘I want to delete myself’.

“Airport Girl!” He jested. You didn’t feel very apologetic anymore or even underdressed for that matter since the partner of a snooty law firm thought that a long sleeved jersey with bib shorts were an acceptable choice of clothing. Nevertheless, you properly introduced yourself and did what was long overdue.

“I am sorry about the other day and -- ” You briefly waited for him to cut you off with a ‘Don’t worry about it’ or even dismiss it with loud ‘hahaha’ but instead his little eyebrow raise insisted you complete your apology. “And I shouldn’t have - -”

“Airport Girl, I notice you have a problem completing your sentences.” Resting his hands on his hips he cocked his head to the side. That vaguely familiar annoying smirk made your skin crawl.

“Byun Baekhyun-ssi, I am here to see Lee Min Hyung. I am supposed to hand over Kyungsoo’s documents to him. I hope you’re working hard on my friend’s case. He really needs that cowshed back, he’s paid the broker’s fee in full for it. I hope this was coherent enough for you.” His smirk stretched into a genuine smile as he inched closer to you. Uncomfortable as you were standing in an enclosed space and conversing with a man in bib shorts, the diminished distance from his two small strides made you squirm. You could practically smell his cologne.

“I’ll forgive you if you agree to come cycling with me. Right now.”

“Absolutely not. Can I go see Lee Min Hyung now?”

“MARK LEE!” Baekhyun bellowed. The unsparing luminous smile on his face wasn’t doing any favours to the health of your heart. Within seconds, a bespectacled young lad who looked like he hadn’t slept a wink for days came rushing to his side. So Byun Baekhyun worked his employees to the bone while he himself took hiking trips in absurd outfits.

He put an arm around the frail boy and introduced the fresh law graduate to you, “This is my main man Mark Lee from Canada.” Violently thumping Mark’s back he continued, “Madam’s here with Doh Kyungsoo’s documents. Take her inside and go over the file. Check if anything’s missing and most importantly, offer her something cold to drink.” Letting go of Mark, he said to you with a wink, “I’ll be waiting in the lobby, Airport Girl. Or you’re never losing the nickname.”

***

Mark Lee’s involuntary metamorphosis from scaredy cat to ferocious lion cub in the conference room took you by surprise. While going over Kyungsoo’s documents like a hawk focused on its prey, he dutifully put a glass of ice water in front of you just as instructed by Byun Baekhyun. It was nothing more than a courtesy call. “Doh Kyungso-ssi’s personal documents all look okay -- ID card, bank statements, transaction information, realtors invoice, property possession documents.” You lost him at ‘realtor’s invoice’. “Seems to me, the realtor tricked him - - why did he not get due diligence done before investing in property? How could he not notice that the title deed does not extend to the cowshed?” Mark Lee was furious….at you.

“He’s just a simple man with simple dreams who wanted to trade his city existence for a quiet rural homestead and grow organic cucumbers, I guess? Why don’t you give him a call and --”

Mark Lee’s paw met the desk in a loud smack, startling you. “A simple due diligence would’ve saved him the hassle - -”

You weren’t exactly sure of the reason Byun Baekhyun thought you’d need a cold drink but he was so right, everything else seemed wrong. You took a rather large gulp of water, snatched Mark Lee’s notepad from his firm grasp and scribbled Kyungsoo’s number in it. “Here’s Doh Kyungsoo’s number. Call him if you need anything further.” You rose from your chair and eyed him sympathetically. “Take care, Mark Lee and please don’t skip meals.”

***

He waited for you, just as he’d promised. He somehow managed to look just as stunning in that funny costume as he did when you saw him at the airport. “Let’s go. Half an hour with that enthu cutlet Mark Lee and I need to feel the wind in my hair. How do you manage?”

“Yah! Airport Girl. He’s my best and brightest.” Sounding like a proud parent he guided you to the parking lot. The guilt weighing your heart down compelled you to ask, “What about Yoona?”

“She’ll be joining us.” Baekhyun quipped nonchalantly, opening the door to his Audi for you.

It was at that exact moment you said a silent prayer to a certain 3rd generation male idol to strike you with lightning and put you out of your misery.

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sonicgetsrawed · 5 years ago

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The World is a Better Place With You in it, Please Don’t Leave

Using the boys to mark off another square on my bad things happen bingo card! Have a vehicular accident featuring Varian and Hugo! Enjoy!

Hugo got in the car, adjusting the mirrors so he could see his surroundings better, and clicking his seatbelt in place. He smiled as the passenger side door opened, his boyfriend sliding into the seat.

“I can drive if you want.” Varian said, leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek, before putting on his own seatbelt.

“It’s fine. I got here in one piece didn’t I?” Hugo laughed, shaking off the other’s concern. He probably should take Varian’s offer, the cast made it difficult to grasp the steering wheel, just his fingers sticking out, but he was stubborn, refusing to admit that he couldn’t function as normal. It didn’t help that Varian’s constant hovering only made him feel less independent. He knew he meant well, but he could do things by himself. So when he got the phone call that Varian’s car had broken down once again he couldn’t help but jump at the chance to prove he was fine. Varian’s insistence that he’d get Eugene to pick him up only solidified his determination. And now that Varian was safely in his seat, he would get them home just fine.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Varian asked, concern lacing his bright blue eyes.

Hugo fought back an eye roll. “Yes, I’m sure.” He kept all annoyance out of his voice, knowing his boyfriend meant well, he didn’t want to start another argument.

Thankfully Varian didn’t press him, nodding once and tapping away at his phone, likely sending a text to his dad. He sighed, putting the phone down and staring out the window. Hugo frowned, glancing quickly at his boyfriend. He seemed to be in another world, eyes focused on some point outside the car. “Work that bad?” Hugo joked, a soft teasing smile on his lips.

“No, it’s just-“ Hugo watched as his eyes darted to the date next to the clock. He cursed under his breath, how could he have forgotten? It had been exactly a year since his mother’s death, her official death anyways. She had been in a coma since Varian was young, and finally last year Quirin decided to pull the plug. It had caused a rift in their relationship, and Hugo had been witness to all of Varian’s heartache. But he understood Quirin’s reasoning, it was selfish to keep her there when she’d never wake up. And he was being selfish now, mind solely focused on his injury, that he’d acquired by his own stupidity, when Varian was reliving his grief.

“Hey,” Hugo called, bringing his good hand to stroke Varian’s hair. “It’s okay. We can stop at that Chinese place and get some takeout. Maybe even watch that shitty movie you love so much.”

“Excuse me, but Megamind is a classic.” Varian snorted, there was a certain sadness to his voice, but it was lighter now than it had been. Hugo took his eyes off the road for a second, smiling at Varian’s soft expression, his eyes slightly glossed over with unshed tears, the smallest upturn of his lips, his front teeth peaking ever so slightly out from behind his smile. He was perfect in all his imperfections. And then the moment broke, Varian turned his head back to the road, eyes widening in panic, smile slipping off his features. “Hugo!”

“Shit!” He scrambled to grip the wheel, harshly removing his good hand from Varian’s hair, it was too late, they were going too fast and he didn’t have a proper grip on the wheel to turn them away. Metal hit metal, the sound harsh in his ears, head spinning as the world flipped and turned, never to be right again.

It was dark out when he came to, making things difficult to see, but it was easier on his throbbing head. He instantly regretted taking a largely untraveled road. If he’d been on the main road they would’ve been helped already, instead they were more or less forgotten, left to suffer when they could be in need of serious help. He tried to clear his vision, trying desperately to get some kind of handle on the situation. He knew he was upside down, he knew it was dark, he knew his glasses had shattered, he knew he was lucky he didn’t get any glass in his eyes, he knew his wrist throbbed, it was most likely broken again. What he didn’t know was how he was going to get out of this, what happened to the other car? We’re they okay? Where was Varian? His heart was in his throat, where was Varian? Why couldn’t he see him?

“Varian? Babe, I need you to answer me, please.” He let all the desperation fill his voice, he didn’t care about how frantic he sounded, he just needed an answer. There was none, the silence harsher on his ears than the crash itself had been. He undid his seatbelt, ungracefully falling to the ground, or was it ceiling, he didn’t know, it didn’t matter. His head spun, the fall sending shockwaves of pain up his injured arm, glass crunching underneath him. He dug his phone out of his pocket, fumbling awkwardly with it for a second before flipping on the flashlight. He almost wished he hadn’t. Varian was sprawled out on the new floor of the car, his leg was twisted at an awkward angle, his arm hung in the seatbelt, his head turned to the side, blood gathered underneath. It looked as if the seatbelt had come out sometime during the crash, resulting in the strange position, he was lucky he hadn’t been thrown from the vehicle. His hands shook, at a loss of what to do. He wanted to pull Varian into his arms, check him over for injuries, but that could cause more damage. Instead he settled for placing his fingers to his neck, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, as a soft thud of a pulse thrummed against his fingertips. He startled as Varian’s phone buzzed against the glass, the screen lighting up with various notifications, five missed calls from Quirin, three from Rapunzel, two from Eugene, and a whole slew of text messages from the three. With shaky hands he brought his own phone to his ear, having dialed the number that was ingrained in him practically since birth, the number he never thought he’d have to use, the number that held so many terrible meanings.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

The trip to the hospital was agonizingly slow, the red and blue lights staining the street in it’s miserable color. Apparently the other car had been fine because they were nowhere to be found. The actual hospital was even worse. He was rushed off in the opposite direction as Varian, eventually having to be sedated, he didn’t remember much of it, but he knew there was a lot of screaming and fighting. He was informed of his condition, he didn’t pay it much mind, he only cared about Varian’s, the guilt eating him from the inside out. He asked Rapunzel as soon as the doctor left. She was the best choice to be left with him, Quirin and Eugene were probably furious with him. His heart broke as she listed off Varian’s injuries, a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, his neck had taken the brunt of the fall, he’d be lucky if he could walk again, he’d be lucky if he woke up. He didn’t know what he said in response, he didn’t know what Rapunzel did, but she left him alone, alone with his thoughts and his guilt.

He visited everyday after he was discharged, bringing flowers, balloons, plushes, anything that he thought Varian might like. Quirin said it wasn’t necessary, he said he didn’t blame him, he said Varian wouldn’t, he knew better. He wondered if this was what Varian did with his mother, he knew it was. It was a terrible routine, a twisted merry go round he wished to get off. He rarely slept at their apartment anymore, Varian’s scent was fading off his clothes, Varian’s existence there fading. He didn’t know how Varian was strong enough to do this, he didn’t know how he kept going for so long. He tried to be strong, but it was difficult when everyday passed with no sign of change. Classes would be starting again soon, Varian would fall behind, he’d hate that. And just when he was about to give up hope, Varian would hate him for giving up so soon, his fingers twitched. It was small, but it was enough to renew his faith. Two weeks later, Varian woke up. He never cried harder, wrapping the other in a tight hug, apologizing profusely. The road to recovery would be hard, filled with twists and turns they’d navigate together, but Varian was alive and that’s all that really mattered.

#tangled the series #varian #hugo #varian and the seven kingdoms #modern au #bad things happen bingo #vehicular accident #varigo

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dontcare77ghj · 5 years ago

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Run

Natasha x reader x Steve

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You’d met Natasha first. Your past wasn’t exactly all rainbows and puppies. You were born a mutant, raised to follow orders and trained to kill; you didn’t know any better.

You’d met Natasha on a job. Coincidently she had been sent to kill the same target. It hadn’t been a friendly relationship to start with, you’d both had tried to kill each other before you decided you could work together. You’d formed a partnership, which over time had turned into a relationship.

Clint had found you both on a job in Budapest. His original orders were to terminate you both, but he saw something in you both that made him believe you could change. Instead of killing you both, he’d brought you back to SHIELD. When it came time that the Avengers were needed, Fury had immediately put the three of you on the team.

This where you’d met Steve. To start with he was just a teammate. Over the period of the next couple months, he became a friend. You and Natasha had been drunk the night you both admitted to liking the solider. Wanting to strike the iron while it was hot, the next day you’d cornered Steve and asked him his feelings.

He’d felt the same and readily joined your relationship when Natasha told him what polyamory is. And that’s the story of how you all came to be. You’d been together for nearly two years and you knew everything about each other.

Especially the things that caused minor arguments between the three of you. More specifically, the waking habits.

“Steve.” Natasha whined, rousing you from your sleep. “What are you doing?”

“Go back to sleep, doll.” Steve soothed, running his hand down her arm. “Everything’s fine.”

“Why are you out of bed, Stevie?” You asked, finally opening your eyes. Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, gazing at the two of you with a guilty look. The room was still dark and the clock on the bedside table read 4:45.

“Sorry girls, I thought I was being quiet. I’m just going for a run with Sam and Buck.” He explained, kissing both of you before standing up. “I’ll be back soon.”

“No, Stevie, get back in bed.” Natasha complained, sitting up and knocking you off her chest. “Sorry Y/N. Steve it’s the ass-crack of dawn and it’s cold. Come back to bed.” She added, settling you back onto her chest.

“Doll, I promised them I’d go with them.” Steve protested. “And you know I hate breaking a promise.”

“Did you say the word promise?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow at the blonde. “Because if you didn’t actually say the word promise, you can come back to bed no worries on your conscience.”

“Doll, that’s not how it works.” Steve sighed, shaking his head at the red head. “I promised them that I would go for a run with them and if I don’t go, I’ll end up being forced another day.”

“Stevie.” You whined, shifting your head off Natasha’s chest. “Come back to bed. It’s cold and if you don’t Nat’s going to be moody and ruin any chance of me going back to sleep.”

“Come on Steve, that’s both your girlfriends who want you back in bed.” Natasha said, raising an eyebrow at him. “I suggest you do the good thing and come back to bed.”

“You two are going to be the death of me.” Steve sighed, running his hand down his face. “I promise when I get back from my run, I’ll come back to bed.”

“Why can’t you just run in the middle of the day like normal people?” Natasha asked, rolling her eyes slightly. “Okay Stevie, you leave me no choice, I’m playing the guilt trip card.”

“I thought that’s what you were already doing?” Steve questioned, looking at the red head confused.

“No, that was not a guilt trip. This, this is the guilt trip. Steve, it is Y/N’s birthday and you are leaving her in bed on her birthday. If it were not for the fact the two of us woke up, you would have left her in bed while you go for a run.”

“Why am I the guilt trip?” You murmured, having forgotten yourself it was your birthday.

“Because Nat’s right.” Steve said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I would’ve just gone without telling you. I promise to make it up to you when I get back from my run.” He added, moving away from the bed. “Nice try Nat. I’ll make it up to you Y/N. Love you two.” He called, making you laugh as he didn’t give in to Natasha.

“I swear that would’ve worked.” Natasha grumbled, glaring at the doorway.

“Like he said, nice try Nat.” You said, settling back down on her chest. The two of you began to drift back off to sleep before you shot off her chest. “It’s not even my birthday!” You exclaimed in realization.

“Steve Rogers, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass to bed, I will throw up on you.” Natasha groaned.

“Natasha I’m sorry, but I promised Bucky I would go with him.” Steve said, voice apologetic. “Bucky only wants to take a short run around the park.”

“I am dying Rogers.” Natasha argued. “And you want to go for a run and leave me on my death bed.”

“You are not on your death bed.” Steve sighed. “And even if you were, Y/N is sleeping right next to you.”

“Not exactly sleeping anymore.” You grumbled, sitting up and narrowing your eyes at the two. “It’s five in the morning and I’ve already heard the word death twice. What the fuck are you two arguing about?”

“Steve wants to leave me on my death bed so he can go for a run with James.” Natasha tattled, making you roll your eyes and let out a groan yourself.

“Why do you two have to argue about this so much?” You complained, flopping back down onto the bed. “I just want to sleep.”

“I’m sorry doll.” Steve said, taking a seat next to you. “We don’t mean to argue about it and we certainly don’t mean to wake you.”

“Maybe if you just stayed in bed, no-one would be awake at this time of morning.” Natasha said with a pout. “Come on Steve, just come back to bed. Come back to my death bed.”

“You’re not dying Natasha.” You sighed and turned to face the woman. “What even gave you that idea in the first place?”

“I almost coughed out a lung two days ago. My body’s been leaking, and I have felt fatigued for a couple of days.” Natasha said, dramatically throwing her hand over her eyes.

“Coughed up a lung? Body leaking? You threw up once two days ago and your body’s been ‘leaking’ because the ac broke two days. We’ve all been sweating for two days.” You said, rolling your eyes fondly at the red head.

“When did you get so dramatic?” Steve asked, chuckling at the pouting woman.

“When you started getting up at the ass crack of dawn and in turn got me up at the ass crack of dawn.” Natasha snarked, making you sigh.

“And in turn the pair of you started getting me up at the ass crack of dawn.” You added. Steve had the decency to look apologetic, but Natasha just waved her hand at you.

“You wake up when you hear a dog bark three miles away. It’s the perks of once being a spy.” Natasha said, giving you a small smirk. “Now back to the original topic, Steven Grant Rogers, you get your ass back in bed or I will throw up on your pillow.”

“You threw up once two days ago.” Steve said, shaking his head. “You’re not sick Nat. I promised Buck a run and now I promise I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

Before Natasha could respond, you rolled over and onto Natasha. You wrapped your arms around her and then turned to face Steve.

“Run, Stevie. I’ll hold her for you.” You said, giving him a wide grin. Steve smiled and leaned over to kiss the two of you.

“Thanks doll. I’ll be back soon.” He promised before leaving the room.

“Did you really just resort to laying on top of me?” Natasha asked, wrapping her arms around your waist. You hummed and buried your face into her neck. “Good move.” She commented, kissing your head.

“What are you two doing up? It’s the middle of the night.” Steve complained, rolling over and leaning on his elbow to watch the two of you dress. “Come back to bed.”

“Can’t Stevie, we’ve got to head out. We’ve got a mission out of country. You know that.” Natasha said, clipping a gun onto her belt.

“Tash do you remember where I put my lucky gun?” You asked, sighing as you finished looking through the closet. Natasha didn’t say anything as she handed you the gun before you finished your sentence. “Thanks.”

“No problem. If that guns so lucky I don’t know why you always forget where you put it.” Natasha said, shaking her head with a smirk.

“You won’t need to remember where you put your gun, if you just come back to bed.” Steve said, drawing the two of your attentions back to him.

“Stevie we can’t, we have to go fix the world.” You told him, sitting next to him on the bed. Steve shifted and laid his head on your lap.

“The world can wait. Come back to bed.” Steve whined, making Natasha smirk.

“How tired are you Stevie?” Natasha asked, sitting on the bed next to you. “Normally you’re all for us saving the world.”

“Well right now what’s more important? The world? Or coming back to bed with me?” Steve bargained.

“The world.” Natasha said, standing and pulling you up as well. “Think of this as karma for all the times you’ve left us in bed.” She added, grabbing her duffle.

“We’ll be back in two days. We’ll try and call you tonight. Love you.” You told the blonde, grabbing your own bag.

“I love you too.” Steve said, standing and pulling the two of you into a hug. Slowly the three of you began walking backwards.

“Oh no.” Natasha said, pulling back. “Don’t play that game with us.” She scolded. “We have to get going now. We’ll see you soon. love you.” Natasha added, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the room.

As the two of you left the bedroom, you could hear Steve grumbling complaints.

“It’s karma.” Natasha reiterated. “Maybe now he’ll think twice of waking up at dawn to run.”

“And maybe no, the two of you will let me sleep in the morning.” You added. Natasha smirked and leaned over to kiss your cheek.

Ah yes, karma indeed.

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olivediamonds · 5 years ago

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Struggle Bug: Chapter 2

Plumeria scrolled through her phone as corviknight flew towards Wydon. Selene was practically bouncing in her seat as she watched the scenery fly by. Plumeria smiled lightly at Selene's enthusiasm as her phone went off. She didn't have to look at the video call image to know who it was.

"Yo lil litten, what happened to meeting us at the airport?" Plumeria smirked as Ceri's face went from excited to embarrassed. From the background Plumeria could see she was in a grassy area. She guessed that must be part of the wild area.

"Sorry big sis, Siren wanted to do some training and you know I can't say no to her." Ceri laughed when said primarina pushed her way into the camera frame and cried happily at seeing Plumeria.

"There's the queen herself. Look how much you've grown. You been taking care of lil litten?" Plumeria asked even though she already knew the answer. Siren nodded and talked to Plumeria for a bit while Ceri packed up her camp and Selene checked them into their rooms. Ceri was finally able to get her phone back from Siren and grinned at Plumeria.

"Are you guys checked in? We should have lunch together and catch up."

Plumeria thought about it. It would be nice to catch up with her and Selene will probably be excited to meet her.

"Alright, I'll text Guz to come and meet us. He and two of the crew went to the wild area so you might run into them."

The conversation was interrupted by a shout and Plumeria watched Ceri look away with a serious look on her face.

"Sorry big sis but I gotta go, I think someone needs some help."

"Be careful then, we'll see you later." Plumeria hung up and she looked up to see Selene looking at her curiously.

"Who was that?"

"An old friend of mine, she used to be a grunt in team skull but I helped her move out here." Plumeria explained as she attempted to call Guzma. When he didn't answer she rolled her eyes, assuming he was in the middle of a battle.

"Really? Why did she come out here if it looks like you two are close?"

Plumeria chuckled as she looked through her phone for a photo of Ceri when she lived in Alola to show Selene. She found a picture and showed Selene a picture of a younger Plumeria and Ceri who wore the usual team skull attire but without a bandana covering her face.

"I found Ceri after she ran away from home. I ain't gonna tell you her life story but her home life was shit and she needed a place to belong. Even back then she was a great trainer. Hell, she could've been an admin like me."

"Why wasn't she then?"

"I didn't want her to." Plumeria swiped to another picture. This one had Ceri in normal clothes and holding a popplio in her arms and smiling.

"I didn't want her to think she had to stay and help the grunts like Guz and I did. She had family here she could live with so I saved up enough to get her a ticket out." She smiled lightly, remembering how Ceri cried when Plumeria gave her the ticket. She was both happy and sad to leave but Ceri made sure to keep in touch ever since she left.

"Wow, you really are a big sister to everyone."

Plumeria snickered and ruffled Selene's head which made her yelp.

"Well they don't call me big sis because I'm older. Now come on, let's get out of here and try and meet up with Guz." She texted Guzma to meet up with her and Selene for lunch before putting her phone in her back pocket. Hopefully Ceri would contact her soon to tell her where to meet.

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Guzma hopped off the taxi with Tupp and Rapp trailing behind him. He double checked the location Plumeria texted him and walked in. Rapp saw where Plumeria and Selene were sitting and ran over with Tupp and Guzma following behind. Tupp sat with Plumeria while Rapp and Guzma sat with Selene. Plumeria smirked when she noticed Guzma looked tired.

"Rough time?

"Shut up"

Rapp had no problem explaining everything that happened from Tupp falling into the den to being saved by Ceri. Plumeria chuckled at Rapp's enthusiasm as the door to the restaurant opened and Ceri walked in. Plumeria noticed Ceri and smirked, gesturing her over with a nod of her head while Rapp continued on.

"So then sis gave us a ride up and she even gave me one of her cards! She's almost as cool as you big sis!"

"Well that has to be the best compliment I've ever gotten."

Guzma jumped and turned around to see Ceri standing behind their booth with a grin. She went over to Plumeria's side of the booth and sat down, leaning around Rapp to hug her.

"Hey there lil litten."

"Sup big sis."

"Wait Plume you know this chick?"

"I really didn't make that much of an impression did I?" Ceri said as she sat down next to Rapp and looked at Guzma with a slight smirk. Even after she heard that team skull was disbanded she still wore her old necklace under her shirt. She slipped a hand into her shirt and pulled out the necklace and held it up so everyone could see the pendant. Tupp and Rapp looked at her amazed while Guzma looked even more confused.

"Whoa! Sis you used to run with us?!" Rapp looked at Ceri's necklace with awe. Guzma huffed as he eyed her suspiciously.

"How did you get that?"

Plumeria rolled her eyes and pulled up the picture she showed Selene on her phone and handed it to Guzma.

"Guz, she used to be in our crew. Remember that spitfire that stuck by my side?"

Guzma looked from the photo to Ceri. His brow furrowed as he looked between the two until a memory hit him.

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"Who the fuck is this?"

Guzma glared at the teen that glared right back at him. If it wasn't for Plumeria standing between them Guzma was sure punches would've been thrown.

"This is Ceri, she's going to be joining us."

Guzma growled as he eyed Ceri. The popplio at her side gave a warning growl which made his wimpod hiss protectively at Guzma's feet.

"I'm the one who says who can or can't join team skull."

"And I'm your second in command, I say she's good. Unless you really want to send her back out in the rain with no place to sleep."

He knew she was fighting dirty, she knew he wouldn't turn away a homeless trainer. He knew he would have let her in even without Plumeria trying to guilt trip him. He could see the scabbing cuts on her cheek. To anyone else they would assume it's from a Pokemon but he knew, that was the kind of scratch you get from being slapped by a hand with manicured nails.

"Fine, welcome to team skull ya lil litten."

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Guzma looked at Ceri with a shocked face. Could that girl with the personality of a waterlogged litten really be the woman sitting in front of him?

"You were the one with the high maintenance popplio!"

"There it is!" Ceri laughed along with the rest of the group except Guzma. He remembered her now. While he didn't look like it, he remembered most of the kids and teens that joined team skull. He didn't remember her as well because she stuck to Plumeria like glue. She was the most stubborn and rebellious of the group. She was only a few years younger than him and she didn't like being talked to like she was stupid or a kid. He's pretty sure the rest of the gang made bets on who would start a shouting match first. Usually it was her.

"What happened to you? You used to be a real bitch."

Ceri's grin turned to a serious glare that made Guzma unconsciously smirk. There was that little spitfire he remembered.

"Watch it boss, I got Siren with me and she might be in the mood to play."

The comment made Guzma's smirk turn devious. Plumeria rolled her eyes and sighed. She already knew where this was going.

"Was that supposed to be a threat lil litten? Because I'd love to see what that little bubble popper can do now."

Ceri was already up and heading to the door by the time Guzma got out of the booth to follow her. All but Plumeria watched them leave and Selene looked at Plumeria with concern.

"Should we go after them?"

"Nah, just remind me to order them some food to go."

#struggle bug #pokemon fic #pokemon guzma/oc #guzma/oc #guzma #pokemon guzma #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sumo #pokemon sun and moon

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Chase

x Taehyung

❧ AU: The second you left, he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life.

Your plane had taken off without him waving you off, without him confessing his feelings, without saying goodbye…

You’d be back in a few months… but he wouldn’t survive the pain and guilt that long...

He had to go after you…

A crazy idea, but for being crazy in love, it was completely sane.

He gets on the next first flight and flies back and forth over Europe chasing you, the love of his life… to confess.

|| ANGST + smut | 10k | x reader ||

❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic. Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

❧ Rating: MATURE | sexual content, unprotected sex

❧ A/N: I’m very proud of this AU, please excuse any unnoticed mistakes, three keys are missing from my keyboard now hehe, this gets very soft despite being heart clenching... enjoy the mini geography lesson!

He was going crazy.

He was sure about it.

No sane person would go as far as to his measures.

He was out of his mind, a mind that was fogged by a single large regret.

He was running, running as fast as he could, almost bumping into people and buildings, risking his life.

He was sitting on one of the benches in the changing room, tears streaming down his face. You must hate him, he thought. He looked at the time on his phone, 40 minutes ago…

40 minutes ago he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life.

He threw his phone on the floor, hid his face with his hands and leaned back against the lockers.

The door to the changing rooms opened and Taehyung quickly turned away and down, to hide his face.

He sniffed. He could blame it on a cold…

“Taehyung… are you ok?” A familiar voice asked.

Taehyung looked back up and saw the concerned face of his best friend.

Jimin placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Taehyung what’s wrong?” He asked, panicked.

He couldn’t speak. If he opened his mouth his words would be drowned by his tears. Instead he just stood up and hugged his best friend tightly, in seek of his comfort.

Jimin quickly realized that there was no point of asking more questions until he had calmed down.

It took a long while before his heavy heart could feel lighter.

Jimin stepped back after a while, panicked for his friend.

“Tell me what happened!” He begged, urging Taehyung to sit back down with his hands.

“She left.”

“Yes? I thought you were fine with it?”

He shook his head, tears still streaming down his red cheeks.

Jimin took a seat next to him and put his arm around him.

“Talk to me.”

“She asked if I could wave her off Jimin… and I said no-“ He sniffed.

“No? Why did you say no?”

“Because I knew it would break me!”

Jimin looked confused.

“I couldn’t stand the fact that she’d be away for so long… I just couldn’t… and I didn’t want to stop her I…”

“Taehyung it’s alright, you can always face time right?” Jimin tried to comfort.

“She’ll be in another time zone and she’ll be busy…”

“But she’ll be back.”

“That’s not it…” Taehyung cried out.

“Then what’s the matter?”

“I love her…”

Jimin looked surprised.

“You love her?”

He nodded, heart feeling heavier than ever.

“I don’t know if she feels the same way, but I’ve been hiding it for so many years Jimin! I’m going crazy! I can’t even tell her and now she’s going away and she’ll meet other people and I… I’ve lost all my chances!”

“Taehyung calm down!”

“It hurts!” He hid his face in his hands again.

Jimin patted his back, not knowing what to do.

“Can’t you call her?”

“Her plane took off 40 minutes ago…”

“Later?”

“I can’t tell her over the phone Jimin…”

“Then go visit her?”

Taehyung looked up at Jimin.

“But she’s moving around from place to place, I don’t know where she’ll be or when…”

“Then just ask her.”

“But then she’ll suspect it! I can’t Jimin, I just can’t. It’s too much; she’ll think I’m crazy.”

“Aren’t you?”

The plane had two levels.

You looked out from the window in the terminal at the giant vessel.

How could it possibly fly?

You hoped you’d have a seat on the upper level and maybe that would cheer you up a little.

This was the largest business trip one could possibly have ever agreed on. Were you crazy?

Probably.

For a few months you’d be travelling around in Europe, meeting various businesses who were owned by the business you worked for and basically familiar yourself with them and check that they meet the global standard that was required. It was an honor to be asked to represent the company in such a big mission and at first you were hesitant towards accepting the offer… but you would return.

The return would be your comfort when times were tough.

When you returned, you would’ve have pocketed a large sum of money that came with the mission as well.

Travel around was something you’d always wanted to do and the various businesses would for sure show you around and introduce you to their cultures… but you were still upset.

The fact that your best friend hadn’t waved you off… hurt.

You wouldn’t be seeing him for months… and he didn’t come to say good bye?

Did you not mean more to him?

Your comfort was that this trip would help your feelings die down.

You didn’t know why it had taken you so long to realize how much he meant to you and how in love you were… suppressed feelings had spilled over the rim and your heart had begun to ache.

His smile made you blush and his eyes made your knees weak when they looked your way…

He was causing you trouble! Clouding your mind constantly, intruding on your dreams and making you long for something so close, but felt so far away.

He meant the world to you.

Maybe not having him say good bye was for the better… because he was the only reason you’d stay.

You had been gone for three days now.

Taehyung had received a text, informing him that you were safely on the ground, making his heart sting with even more guilt.

“I’m glad, come back soon!” Was his response.

A big lie.

His heart screamed “Come back now! Come back! Don’t leave me here without you! I’ll come get you if you don’t come back! Please!”

He knew your first destination was Italy.

His fingers moved over the keys on his laptop, looking up what flight could take him to Italy the soonest… In case he’d want to visit… soon.

Long transits… 16 hours, 23 hours even 31 hours…

Why was it suddenly so complicated to fly to Italy!?

He slammed his laptop shut.

“How long are you going to be in Italy?” He typed out and hit send.

He looked at the time, you should be up by now…

“I’m in Denmark!”

What!?

“Denmark? I thought you were going to Italy?”

“I did! I flew to Denmark last night!

Taehyung opened his laptop again and edited his search to Denmark.

“Tomorrow I’m flying to Estonia!”

Estonia!? Taehyung pulled a hand through his hair in frustration.

This was going to be impossible.

“Just book the ticket to Estonia and wait for her there!” He yelled at himself.

… two stops

2 hour transit… followed by 18 hours.

He clicked book.

18 hours in Finland? Maybe he would make it… The flight would be tomorrow and if you wouldn’t stay there long, maybe he could take a train or boat or even rent a car and drive to Estonia?

His phone dinged.

-E-ticket confirmation-

“What did I just do?”

You were having dinner with the people from the business you were visiting at one of the most renowned restaurants in Tallinn, Estonia’s capital city.

During the morning you had participated in a few meetings and then been shown around the facility. It was a lot of information to take in and take notes of but in the afternoon you’d have time to look around the city before dinner and relax, which you did.

When you returned to the hotel later that evening you posted some pictures you had taken of the city on Instagram. As your finger hit post on the last photo your phone suddenly rang.

You had to fly back to Italy, ASAP.

Your company had booked you onto the first flight the next morning. You were meant to take a flight to Prague in two days! Those two days leading up would’ve been your first two days off since leaving!

You felt stressed and quickly clicked into your messaging app and began typing out a long rant to Taehyung to ease your mind.

The young woman working behind the counter jumped when Taehyung suddenly accidently slammed his passport on the counter.

“What’s the next flight to Prague from here?” He panted, out of breath.

She began typing on her computer.

Taehyung had been waiting 4 hours now instead of 2.

His flight was delayed.

A miracle or else he would’ve seen your text when he was in Finland.

“There’s a flight tomorrow at six.”

“I want it.”

“Don’t you want to know the price?”

He already put his card in the machine.

“It doesn’t matter.”

She told him the price but he didn’t take in any of the information she was giving.

All he wanted were his new tickets and something to eat.

“Can you cancel my connection to Helsinki?”

“It’s not refundable sir.”

“I know, just give the seat to anyone who needs it.” He said, took his ticket and left.

While eating at the first appetizing place he could find he studied his ticket.

“First class.”

He rolled his eyes.

Money wasn’t an issue, all he wanted was to get to you and tell him he was sorry…

and that he loves you.

His phone suddenly rang.

Jimin.

“Hello.”

“Taehyung what the fuck!?”

He had seen his text…

“I know…”

“You’re crazy, where are you?”

“Amsterdam.”

You tried to call Taehyung but you only got sent to voicemail.

Was his phone off?

You sighed.

You missed him.

You wanted to hear his voice.

The emergency in Italy was solved and you were now waiting at the airport in Rome to board your flight that would take you directly to Prague and then to Kiev.

The visit in Prague was moved on their behalf and thus your company immediately put you on the next flight to Ukraine instead. The route they booked just so happened to have a short transit in Prague.

Guess you’d see what that city had to offer in the next coming weeks instead…

You looked at the time and wondered what Taehyung could be doing at this time… Maybe he had just woken up? Was eating breakfast or dinner? Your tired head couldn’t come around to figure out what the time was for him… Stop thinking about him! You yelled in your head.

You boarded your flight and it quickly took you to Prague.

You sent a text to Taehyung, hesitating at first but you promised you’d always let him know whenever you were back on the ground.

“In Prague, flying to Kiev in an hour and a half. Last minute change :/”

Taehyung immediately turned off flight mode when the plane landed, seeing your text.

-20 minutes ago-

His heart began to beat hard.

You were here! You were in the same place!

He practically ran off the plane and sent a thought of thanks to the woman in Amsterdam for booking him first class, scoring him a seat in the very front of the plane.

He ran to the first monitor he could find, searching frantically for the flight to Kiev.

He found it.

Gate H61.

He looked around at the signs, but no sign pointed towards any gates beginning with H.

Confused he ran towards the duty free store and asked the cashier.

“Sorry do you know where gate H61 is?”

“It’s in Terminal three.”

“What terminal is this?”

“Terminal one.”

“Thank you.”

He followed the signs towards the terminal three, running.

He looked like a mess but he didn’t care.

He reached the final sign… in front of a passport control.

“Fuck…” He mumbled.

He approached the border police hesitantly and handed them his passport.

“Where are you travelling?”

“I- I just arrived.”

The border police handed him his passport back.

“The exit is to the left and down the stairs, follow the signs.”

“No, I- I need to get in here.”

“Sir, you can’t. You need a valid boarding pass for me to let you through.”

“Why isn’t the Kiev flight at the other terminal?”

“Because it’s outside of the Schengen area sir.”

Taehyung took his passport with his head hung low in defeat.

He walked over to one of the nearby benches and sunk down on it.

He sniffled and took his phone out of his pocket.

“Taehyung I tried to call you! Are you going to sleep soon? Is the weather nice?”

You heard a low sniffle from the other end.

“Yeah… I’m going to sleep soon.” He said, followed by a low chuckle.

His tone sounded weird…

“Is everything ok?”

“I-I’m ok, I just wanted to hear your voice.” He bit his lip, holding back his tears and leaned back against the wall behind the bench.

Hear your voice?

Your heart beat increased.

He wasn’t going to make it easy for you, was he?

“I missed your voice.” You confessed, lowering your voice.

He chuckled.

“I miss you so much, when will you come home?”

“4 months.” You sighed.

“It’s so long.”

“I know… Can we switch to face time? I want to see you.”

“Ah, but I look messy.”

“I don’t care, I want to see you.”

“Just- just wait a little.”

He panicked and stood up from the bench. He looked around and the border police gave him a weird look from their booth. Taehyung spotted a sign for the bathroom and quickly ran towards it with his bag.

“Ok.” He said, seated in one of the stalls.

He accepted the request and put his headphones in.

You smiled widely at the sight of him and he smiled back.

“You don’t look messy!” You giggled.

“I need a shower.”

“Are you sleeping enough?”

“The past nights have been rough.”

“You look tired.” You pouted. “Why were they rough?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just stressed. Don’t worry.”

“Of course I’ll worry.”

He smiled sweetly, admiring you.

“Where are you going next?” He asked.

“Norway! I’m really excited. I’m only staying a night in Kiev but I’ll be staying longer in Oslo and I’ll finally have some free time so I can rest!” You said excitingly.

“Oslo? It’s nice there.”

“I’m excited!”

“Will you wait for me there… if I visit you?”

You looked surprised.

“Will you visit me?”

You never thought he would…

Taehyung suddenly flinched and the call ended.

His heart was racing.

He was quick to react.

“Final call Iceland air flight-“

He sighed.

The tune before the announcement could’ve exposed him…

You were calling back.

With a heavy heart he denied the call and switched his phone off.

He left the stall and walked out of the bathroom.

-Dun dun-

“Personal call for passenger-“

He sighed and began following the signs for the exit. Book a flight to Oslo and take in at a hotel for the night and freshen up and sleep. That was his new plan.

He walked past a tiny café on his way out and glanced over it when he suddenly froze, heart stopping.

There was a glass wall in front of the café, the only way in was via the passport control…

You were there.

Sitting at one of the tables with an empty plate in front of you and your phone in your hands… crying.

You wiped the back of your hand across your cheek and put your phone down.

He quickly escaped out of your sight, holding his fist pressed against his mouth, desperate to stop the tears that were welling up.

Why were you crying?

Was it his fault?

You were there all the time…

He wanted to run to you, run and comfort you, hold you close and kiss every tear away… but he couldn’t.

You thought he was in Korea.

He had lied to you.

He looked back at you, wishing you’d accidently see him… force him to explain… but his legs managed to carry him the way to the exit.

Taehyung walked with a heavy heart out of the airport, passing by the ticket offices and neglecting them.

“I’ll just book it on my phone…” He thought.

All he wanted was to shower and lie down now.

He searched up the nearest hotel on his phone and luckily there was an airport hotel right nearby.

“Do you have any rooms available for one night?”

“We do! Would you like a single or double room?”

“Single please.”

“That’s 1600 koruna for one night. Can I borrow your passport and credit card please?”

Taehyung handed the receptionist what he asked for.

A short while later he was handed them back together with a room key.

“Breakfast is included and is served in the room behind you between 6am and 10am.” The receptionist smiled and gestured towards the dining room.

“Thank you.”

Why wouldn’t he pick up!? Did his phone die?

A second more and you would’ve started considering going back home until he hinted on visiting you.

You wanted to call him back again and convince him to come visit you! You wanted him here with you and for once it felt like he really was there and then suddenly he wasn’t.

You gave up.

Your feelings weren’t going to go away, not like this.

A tear escaped your eye and ran down your cheek.

You cursed silently.

Why did your heart have to love him of all people…?

A dumb question.

But this was breaking your heart and you needed to board your flight soon.

The bed felt soft against his bare back.

Taehyung lied down on the bed with a towel wrapped around his hips after his long shower.

He reached for his phone and began to click through to the booking site.

The shower helped him calm down and collect his thoughts.

All he needed now was a good night’s sleep and everything would be ok. He convinced himself.

One night meant you’d be on your way to Norway tomorrow…

-No flights available, please check other dates-

The day after tomorrow…

There was one flight, late.

He quickly booked it.

Two nights in Prague… and getting up there another way would be a hassle. He didn’t know what trains to take and driving was the last thing he would want to do alone in a foreign country.

The meetings in Kiev were long and you were hungry.

The bosses of the company did their very best to impress you and it all sounded good but on an empty stomach it was hard for you to concentrate.

You knew that if you mentioned lunch, lunch would be served. The places you had visited so far showed a concerning amount of respect towards you, almost as if they were intimidated by you… which they should be, but you’re a human too. Sure you represented a large company that had the upper hand of all of them, a bad impression on you could cause them so much trouble but so far you hadn’t stumbled upon anything besides the incident in Italy that was of concern.

The host of the meeting announced a five minute break and you took your chance. You approached the older man and asked him when lunch would be served and suddenly the schedule was shifted.

The other participants looked confused for a moment when he suddenly announced that he meant lunch instead, not a five minute coffee break.

On your way to the cafeteria in the building you fished your phone out of your pocket and had a quick glance.

No missed calls.

Your heart sunk in your chest.

But now wasn’t the time to concern yourself about him, you were here for work.

You shrugged the thoughts of Taehyung off.

Forget him.

Taehyung walked around the city, admiring the old buildings and taking a few photos.

He brought his camera along… just in case. He was happy and thankful for his decision.

While in the center of town he also stopped by a few shops to by himself some more and warmer clothes. Strolling through the streets he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be here with you… You could go sightseeing together, hold hands, do some fun shopping and go to nice restaurants, take cute couple photos by the river… look at the old castle…

He felt lonely.

Should he call you?

He decided no and instead called Jimin while walking back towards the bus stop to get back to the airport hotel.

Jimin didn’t pick up.

Not a surprise considering that it was in the middle of the night over there.

If he called you, you’d know that it was in the middle of the night…

He got on the bus and put his headphones instead to listen to some music. He scrolled through Instagram during the bus ride and came across your photos from Estonia and now Kiev.

He liked them and realized a second later that you’d see that he had.

“Fuck… never mind.” He sighed.

Your head hit the pillow hard after the long day.

Despite being tired you had agreed on following them out for a late night outing only to then leave it early and excuse yourself with that your flight was early the next day, when it in fact was mid-day.

Your feet were aching and resting on the bed was such a relief.

You felt stressed and exhausted, but your feed made it look like you were having the best of times seeing all these places.

Your phone lit up every now and then from the few like of your photos of Kiev and to your surprise you saw Taehyung’s name among them.

“Shouldn’t he be sleeping?”

You quickly sent him a text.

“Are you awake?”

After a longer while he finally responded.

“I am.”

“I can’t sleep :(”

“Your sleeping troubles are worrying me. Do you drink tea before bed? It might help”

“I’ll try it. Don’t worry about me though.”

Whenever he told you not to worry while you were worrying, it made you feel frustrated.

“Taehyung I will worry!”

“I’m ok~”

“Stop texting me and go back to sleep.”

“no”

“Yes!”

“no”

“I’m not going to reply anymore.”

“Then I’ll cry myself to sleep.”

“Stop haha”

“I miss you a lot.”

“I miss you too, but you still need to sleep. We can face time tomorrow when you wake up?”

“When is your flight?”

“Oh yeah… we can face time when I’ve landed maybe? My flight is during the morning for you.”

It took him longer to reply this time.

“ok”

You wanted to send him something affectionate… but you couldn’t get yourself to do it with ease.

Perhaps a heart? A heart could be platonic…

“❤”

”❤❤❤❤❤❤”

So much for trying to get over him…

Would you figure out his cryptic message? Was it obvious that the hearts were meant to stand for “I love u”?

It was getting harder and harder for him to contain himself.

All he wanted was for his flight to Norway to come sooner… so he could hold you.

He was letting himself go even more, more than he already had. Maybe call it accidental flirting but deep down it was intentional.

“I miss you so much.” He sent, trying to come across as pleading.

“Then why didn’t you wave me off?”

His heart dropped.

Maybe anger would do? Yes, anger.

If you boiled up anger towards him maybe it would be easier to let him go… but to what use? Did you want to return home to him not being your friend anymore?

You instantly regretted sending that.

“I’m sorry, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He typed out, being honest but then deleting the later and only sending that he was sorry.

“It’s ok, I understand if you were busy.”

That reply made him feel even worse.

“Please wait for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just wait for me, please.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Good night.”

He placed his phone on the nightstand and it dinged when you responded but he didn’t bother to look, assuming it was just a good night which back despite it being evening.

Your plane touched down in Oslo on time and you were picked up by a pre-booked taxi to take you to your hotel near the business district.

Taehyung anxiously tried to waste his time before his flight.

He locked his tiny suitcase in a locker at the airport and headed into town one last time.

Should he buy you a gift?

He walked past a few jewelry shops and the idea intrigued him more and more.

What if you wouldn’t like it?

Maybe you didn’t want him to visit?

But you said you missed him…

He stopped in front of the window of a shop and his eyes caught the attention of one of the rings displayed on a piece of red velvet fabric.

A ring?

Maybe it looked too much like an engagement ring…

A thought suddenly struck him but he quickly shrugged it off and continued walking.

He walked into a clothing store instead and looked at the scarves and gloves… were you cold?

Did you have plenty of warm clothes with you?

You could borrow his scarf if you were cold… like you did once.

He suddenly found himself surrounded with baby clothes, haven accidently walked into the kids section, distracted with thoughts.

A tiny pair of gloves caught his attention and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling the soft fabric.

/Why am I so dumb…?/

He sighed and left the store.

Maybe he should just get to the airport early and wait there instead…

It felt like the whole town was suddenly crowded with couples and families, all happy people in love surrounding him…

His heart was aching and he quickly fled towards the bus stop to head to the airport.

The business you were visiting had surprisingly prepared a boat ride in the fjord for all the participants, something that had you very excited. The boat would take you to a conference center where you’d have a few meetings. Before that you had already been shown around the facility and gotten answers on all of your questions. The day would end with a big dinner later that evening.

The rain was hanging in the clouds but it had yet to fall over the city when you all climbed onboard the boat.

You eagerly took pictures of the beautiful scenery and quickly sent one to Taehyung.

You chatted with one of the participants and he eagerly told you about their food culture and the history of fishing.

It was a beautiful city, a lot smaller to the size than you had expected, but still stunning nonetheless. It had certain serenity and calm that wasn’t common for capitals.

You wanted to return.

Luckily you had your few free days to spend here before you headed to France.

As the plane approached there was a stunning view of city lights.

The lights became fewer and fewer the lower the plane flew and the occasional light appeared again when it flew over a highway. A mere moment later the colorful lights of the runway were in sight and the plane touched down with a gentle thud.

He hurried off the plane, got a stamp in his passport by the border and grabbed the first taxi to take him into the city.

There was no time to waste.

He walked into the first hotel he could find and paid for three nights.

The hotel was large and lavish looking and not too far away was the royal palace.

Taehyung dropped his bag off in his room quickly and then ran out into the night.

The dinner had come to an end and you were all saying your goodbyes. According to your phone your hotel was a short walk from where you had been eating so you decided to enjoy the cool midnight air with a walk back.

The streets were empty and lit up by shop windows and street lights.

A cold wind from the fjord whistled through the city, making you shiver and pull your coat tighter around you.

Your phone suddenly rang.

You heart skipped a beat when you read Taehyung’s name on the screen. You had forgotten that you were going to face time when you landed! You groaned in annoyance at yourself and quickly picked up.

“Taehyung-“

“Where are you!?” He screamed, out of breath.

“What?”

“Where are you!?”

“I- I’m in Oslo.”

“Where!?”

You looked around.

“Near the train station…”

“Stay there!”

“Taehyung what’s the matter?”

“Just stay there!” He cried out.

Your heartbeat increased and you began to feel unsafe.

“Taehyung this isn’t funny.”

“Wait!”

“Wait for what!?”

“Go to the train station!”

“Ok, ok… I’m going, but why?”

He didn’t respond, all you could hear was his uneasy breathing, making it sound like he was running.

He could see the train station, but not you.

“Where are you?” He asked again.

“I- I don’t know, it says oe…østbanehallen on the building.” You said, struggling to pronounce it. “It’s white and there’s a statue in front of it. Why are you asking?”

He started running again, around the corner of the large building, desperate to find you.

“Taehyung? Hello?” You repeated, you were getting cold and you wanted to go back, what was he doing?

The phone call cut off.

You looked at your phone with a confused expression and put it back in your pocket as you began to walk again.

But you were stopped by the call of your name.

You turned around at the sound of the familiar voice, in disbelief.

“Taehyung?!”

He was running towards you, his phone dead in his hand, breathing heavily and tears streaming down his face.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close and cried out against your shoulder.

“F- finally…” He panted.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, hugging him back.

Holding back the tears of relief from seeing him, feeling his arms around you and his sudden presence was difficult. One tear managed to escape your eye at first and you sniffled softly.

“Something I should’ve done long ago!” He cried.

His cold hands suddenly grabbed the sides of your face and before you could react his lips crashed against yours.

There was no turning back now.

The bottle overflowing with feeling for him had been kicked over and smashed.

You held your arms around him tighter and pressed back against the kiss, tears falling freely.

He pulled back, your lips making a low smack sound and his hands still on the sides of your face when he looked you deeply in the eyes.

“I love you!”

“I love you too.” You almost whispered, drowned out by your tears.

He kissed you again and one of his hands fell to your side.

His kiss was passionate and filled with desire… making out with you, releasing all suppressed feelings.

“Did you come all this way to tell me that?” You sniffed, when he pulled away again.

“and that I’m sorry for not waving you off, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“If you showed up I would’ve stayed.”

He chuckled and stroked his thumb across your cheekbone to wipe your tears away.

“Maybe it was better that I showed up here instead.”

You nodded and leaned in to kiss him more.

You pressed your forehead against his.

“You must be so tired…” You sniffled.

“I rested when I was in Prague.”

“You were in Prague?”

“and Amsterdam to go to Estonia and then cancelled my flight and rebooked on the spot to Prague instead.” He giggled. “I chased you all this way...”

“Taehyung…” You looked up into his eyes. “You’re crazy.” You giggled through the tears.

“I’m crazy for you.” He kissed your forehead.

“I almost had you in Prague but I arrived at the wrong terminal and they wouldn’t let me through…”

“But… we facetimed…”

“I hid in the bathroom so you wouldn’t see where I was.”

“Why- Why didn’t you just tell me…”

“I wanted to tell you in person.”

You hid your face against his chest.

His hand patted your head soothingly and you stayed like that for a while.

“Where are you staying?” You asked, looking back up at him.

“The grand, I think it was called. Where are you staying?” His hand caressed your cheek.

“Near the barcode district.” You sniffed. “I don’t remember the name of it.”

“Can I walk you there?”

“No!” You shook your head and hid against his chest again. “I want to stay with you. You’re not allowed to leave me now.”

“Whatever you say sweetie.” He kissed your head. His voice was so soothing and calm… making you miss him even more despite him being in your arms.

He reached for his scarf and un-wrapped it from his neck, placing it around you instead. His hand grabbed your hand, locking fingers and you began walking back to his hotel.

You held onto his arm with your other hand, refusing to let go of him whatever would happen.

He smiled shyly.

His hotel was barely five minutes away and you quickly got back into the warm indoors and headed straight for his room.

He took off his coat and hung it on the hook by the door and walked over to his tiny carry-on suitcase.

You took off your coat and his scarf and hung it on the hook as well and took a seat on the large bed in his room.

“You’re staying the night.” Taehyung claimed shyly and handed you one of his new t-shirts from his suitcase.

“I’m staying as long as you are, we can get my stuff tomorrow.”

Taehyung smiled, getting to hear exactly what he wanted to hear.

You suddenly felt the delicate touch of his fingers under your chin as he tilted your face up. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” He whispered.

“As long as I have?”

“I hope so.”

He stood back up and took out his sleep wear from his suitcase and you fled into the bathroom to change.

If he confessed the full truth he feared he’d scare you away. Not only had he dreamt of your kiss for so long, but also to just be with you… the small moments and the big moments… He was In love with you, so so in love with you… He wanted to spend his life with you, kiss you, hug you, have sex with you, get married, have kids, everything! He knew you were the one for him, even more when he felt the strong regret seeing the time on his phone, knowing that your plane had taken off and that it was too late for him… but it didn’t take him long to go crazy.

He changed quickly and got into bed, not bothering with his routines, all he wanted was to hold you close, from now and forever, throughout the night.

You stepped out of the bathroom with your clothes in your arms and put them down on the couch in the room. You kept your panties on under the oversized t-shirt and quickly made your way to under the covers, next to his warm body.

It felt so right.

He pulled you close, nuzzled his nose against your neck with his arm snug around you.

You belonged in his arms and he belonged in yours.

Saying goodbye was hard.

You had to go to France, he had to go back home.

After the few days you shared together in Oslo, you didn’t want him to leave…

The dates, the kisses, the snuggles, the love and affection he gave you… you didn’t want to lose it as soon as you had gained it.

Hi hand caressed your cheek.

“Please cheer up.” He begged.

“I don’t want you to go…” You cried.

“I don’t want to go either, but I have to and you’re doing an important job.”

“Will you call me every day?”

“Of course I will.” He brushed his nose against yours cutely.

“If you ever need me, I’ll be on the next plane. I promise.”

You kissed him.

“I’ll try to come back earlier.”

“I’ll wait for you when you do. I’ll be there to pick you up and kiss you the first thing I do when you get back.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“You’re strong baby.” He smiled. “We can do this.” He ensured, even though it hurt him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, so much.” He kissed your forehead.

“Call me when you’re back at home.”

“I will baby.” He pulled you closer one last time and you shared a long passionate kiss before being pulled apart by thousands of miles for the next few months.

He turned around and holding back his tears were hard.

Something bumped into him from behind and a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

A last hug.

Breakfast facetime dates, dinner facetime dates.

In bed facetime dates, out and about facetime dates.

The highlight of the days spent apart.

Weeks passed by and your flight back home had been officially booked and you were counting down the days.

The days until you receive that huge check, the day you’d arrive back home, the day you’d complete your grand mission of honor and the day you would finally be in his arms again…

Few weeks became few days and few days became a few hours when you were waiting at an airport in Germany for a flight to take you directly home, business class.

“A few hours and I’ll see you!”

“Have a safe flight! I can’t wait to finally hug you again.”

The countdown had begun.

A promise would be broken.

But it would be worth it… he’d make it all better.

Jimin would pick you up from the airport in his place, something you’d first find out about when you arrived…

He was nervous.

Would you hate him? Probably for a while…

But he had to do this.

In conclusion… Jimin would pick you up, but not drive you home.

Hours passed.

Your flight was approaching.

20 minutes delayed, not too bad.

Jimin was nervous too.

He hadn’t met you in forever…

You had two suitcases pilled on a luggage cart when you spotted Jimin by arrivals.

Surprised and a bit confused you looked around for Taehyung when he approached you.

“Taehyung sent me to pick you up, welcome home, please don’t hit me.” He chuckled and gave you a hug.

Oh well…

Jimin quickly stole the cart from you and pushed it for you towards the pick-up parking.

“You must be a gold member now, considering all the flights you’ve had!” Jimin said.

“Diamond, actually.” You chuckled.

“Diamond even, man I wonder how many levels these airlines actually have before you get a private jet.”

You chuckled.

“How come Taehyung couldn’t come?” You asked.

“Ugh… work is being a bitch you know.”

“I understand.”

“Don’t be mad at him, he really wanted to be here.” He smiled, trying to comfort you.

You put your suitcases in the car and took the cart back before driving away from the airport and on to highway you hadn’t seen for so long…

“It feels nice to be back.” You smiled, exhaling deeply.

“Not much has changed.”

“Good.” You giggled.

Jimin pulled off the highway and you assumed he was just taking a different route.

But roads and streets quickly turned unfamiliar.

“Did I forget the way or are we going somewhere else?”

“This is a short cut I found.” Jimin lied.

“Oh ok.”

You just wanted to go back home as soon as possible and have a long shower.

Jimin suddenly pulled over.

He was fidgeting with his fingers.

Why was the flight late? It was making him more anxious…

Maybe he should’ve just gone for there and then at the airport instead… But he wanted the setting to be nice…

He was standing in a tiny park, dressed in a long black coat to keep him warm.

It was early morning and the ground and grass was covered with frost and the park was empty.

“Why are we stopping?”

“I need to pick up something here… sorry.”

“Can I stay in the car?”

“Uhm, no… You need to be with me when I pick this up.”

“Is it heavy?” You asked and unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Yeah, sorry….”

You weren’t making it easy for him.

He couldn’t go with you…

You started walking into the park when Jimin suddenly stopped.

“Ah, I- I forgot something in the car, keep walking, I’ll catch up.”

Before any questions could be asked Jimin turned around and ran back towards the car.

You continued on the path, admiring the frost.

You suddenly noticed someone between the trees… Who was in the park this early?

Maybe it was someone taking their dog out?

But no dog was seen…

You walked past the trees and you finally recognized the person standing on the grass, shivering with his hands in his pockets.

This fool….

You ran towards him and he noticed you right away.

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him while he picked you up by the waist and spun you around.

“Why are you here?” You laughed and he put you down.

“This park is prettier than the airport.”

What did he mean?

He took a step back and your arms fell from him.

“It’s cold, but know that I’m wearing a suit under my jacket.” He suddenly confessed.

You chuckled, what?

Your expression quickly changed when he reached into his pocket and went down on one knee…

What was happening!? What was going on!? Your heart was racing.

“Will you marry me?”

Your heart wasn’t racing anymore, it was pounding hard in your chest.

“Y- yes!”

He smiled widely and reached for your hand to put the ring on it.

Your hand was shaking, not from the cold…

He stood back up and pulled you close for a deep kiss.

The welcome home kiss you had been waiting for and he had waited to give you.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” He whispered.

You sniffled.

You looked down at the beautiful ring on your finger.

“I first saw that ring when I was in Prague and I knew it’d be the ring I’d propose to you with.”

“Have you held on to it for this long?”

He shook his head.

“I flew over last weekend and bought it.”

“You’re crazy.” You cried out, laughing and pulled him in for another kiss.

“Crazy for you.” he said after the kiss and nuzzled your neck, making you giggle.

You looked down at your hand for probably the thousand time that day, unable to stop admiring it.

In your hands was a folder that you had prepared for your big presentation at work.

You had a few days off to prepare from coming back home to coming back to work.

After the presentation you would be handed your check along with a letter of recommendation.

The presentation went well and you were proud of yourself for what you had accomplished. The framed letter and the envelope with the check were handed to you together with a large bouquet of flowers. After the big presentation there was a mingle with small pieces of food and champagne, but you wouldn’t stay for very long.

“You’re going home already, I’ve missed you?” Your coworker pouted.

“Yes, I want to get home and rest after this adventure.” You chuckled.

“I understand, how are you getting home?”

“My fiancée is picking me up.”

“Oh well, next time we work together I want to hear everything about your trip!”

“I’ll let you know!” You smiled and grabbed your bouquet, heading for the exit.

Taehyung had parked right outside and you quickly ran towards the car through the cold and put the flower in the back seat before taking a seat in the front next to Taehyung.

“Hi baby.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you.

You caressed his jaw and reached for your seatbelt while receiving the sweet kiss.

“Did you wait long?” You asked and buckled it.

“Not long.” He smiled and started the car.

After a short drive you arrived back home at your place. It took a while to get home but during the way you were occupied admiring your fiancées hands on the wheel, more specifically the dainty silver ring on his ring finger, his engagement ring.

Why should you be the only one to have such a prized possession? He was engaged too.

You grabbed his wrist and slid your hand down into his as you walked to your apartment from the car park.

He smiled proudly, holding your flowers for you.

“What are you looking at?” He asked sweetly, noticing you looking down.

“You have such pretty hands.”

“Thank you!” He smiled widely, blushing cheeks puffing up.

You walked into your bedroom to get changed into something more comfortable from your formal dress but you struggled to reach the zipper in the back. You gave up with a sigh and popped your head out of the door.

“Taehyung?”

“Yeah?” He turned around to look you way from the sofa in the living room.

“I can’t reach the zipper… can you help me?” You pouted.

He immediately stood up and walked over to your room.

You turned your back against him and moved your hair to the side.

“I think it might be stu-“

He cut you off by kissing your neck.

“I’ll fix!”

He grabbed the zipper and carefully pulled it down slowly, all the way down to your waist, were it came to a stop.

His finger trailed lightly up your spine, giving you shivers.

You only needed help with the zipper…

He slipped your dress off your shoulders, tracing kisses against your left shoulder, following the slow movement of his hand.

The dress fell to the floor, leaving you in only your bra, panties and thigh high socks.

You let him continue.

He unhooked your bra, slipping the straps off your shoulder and repeating his move on your right shoulder.

You quickly grew slightly aroused by his touch and your bra joined the dress on the floor.

You covered your breasts with your arms and looked back over your shoulder to see Taehyung unbuttoning his shirt.

“Help me?” He suggested, raising a brow.

You turned around fully and he eyed you up and down, taking in the view with sudden lust filled eyes.

You moved your arms away and reached for the next button on his shirt. You gasped suddenly when his strong arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer against his body.

You quickly unbuttoned the buttons between you and he pulled his shirt off his broad shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

The next thing you knew, you squealed as he picked you up and put you down on the bed. He let his hands caress up your legs to the hem of your thigh high sock and slipped each one off your legs slowly, one at the time.

Impatient, you sat back up, grabbed his hair and pulled him close; crashing your lips against his in a kiss fueled by hunger and need. He crawled up on top of you on the bed and slipped his tongue between your plump lips.

You wanted him.

He wanted you.

His hands moved up your sides, caressing your skin from your hip to your waist and up along the sides of your chest until he reached your breasts. He cupped each in one hand and squeezed gently, making you let out a soft low moan against the kiss, arousal growing even stronger.

Your hands played with his long soft hair, turning the neat curled style into a fluffed up mess while he explored every surface of your breasts, fondling, squeezing, feeling…

His thumb and index pinched lightly at your left nipple, awakening your arousal even more and stronger and you felt yourself getting wet under his touch.

He pulled away from the kiss and latched on to your right nipple, sucking on it roughly and pulling gently with his lips to make it even harder for him.

His other hand replaced his lips, pinching and twisting ever so gently while he hid his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder, placing soft kisses against your skin.

The touch of his soft wet lips tickled slightly and made you squirm.

He chuckled lightly at your reaction and playfully nibbled your skin, but enough to make it develop into a small bruised mark.

He moved up to your ear lobe instead and nibbled at it gently and let his hands fall to the sides of you instead to support his body.

You pushed him over, rolling on top of him, seated over his hips.

He looked up at you with wide eyes and a surprised expression.

You walked your hands up his bare chest and leaned down by his ear, teasingly repeating his own move and sucking softly at his ear lobe, tugging at it gently with your lips.

A giggle tickled his ear.

You had your left hand against the side of his thick neck, caressing it passionately and feeling his smooth skin.

He seemed to like it, looking up at you with dark eyes and a wide smirk.

His hands travelled up your thighs while your lips trailed kisses down his neck to his collarbone.

You gently squeezed your left hand around his neck, earning a low moan.

You sat up straight, hands pressed against his chest. When you lowered yourself to sit on him you felt his hard bulge poke you through his black jeans. You climbed off him instead and he was quick to tackle you and get back on top.

You reached for his belt buckle and pulled at it a few times before unbuckling his belt. Taehyung placed a kiss on your lips and sat up on his knees over you and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down his thighs, exposing his hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

He got off you and quickly took his jeans off, kicking them off the bed, leaving you in an equal amount of clothing. Getting back on top his lips immediately found yours and he kissed you passionately, lips sucking on lips, tongue swirling around tongue, quickly becoming a mess.

He pulled away, not far. His nose brushed against yours and his hand cupped the side of your face. His thumb caressed your lower lip, dragging across it slowly.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered.

“So are you.”

“So beautiful…” He pressed his forehead against yours.

Your fingers found the hem of his boxers and pulled them down slowly as far as you could before he stood up straight on his knees again, touch abandoning you.

He hooked his finger under the side of your panties and began to slip them down your legs as far as possible before he got off of you and yanked them off completely.

His hands reached for himself, sliding his boxers down his hips, exposing himself.

He grabbed his thick cock with one hand after successfully getting rid of the last remaining piece of clothing keeping you apart.

The tip was slightly pink, begging for touch, achingly hard and aroused.

A few subtle veins trailed up his length from the very base of his cock.

He looked good…

Aren’t people the most attractive when they’re aroused and horny?

His hand slowly stroked himself and he swallowed, looking down at you.

You sat up, grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down on the bed, straddling him.

His hand immediately left his cock, making it fall against his lower abdomen as both his hands grabbed your waist.

You positioned yourself and began to grind gently against his cock, making him bite his lip. Sliding up and down his lengths, coating him with your arousal that was just making you more and more wet, aching for relief.

You had your hands pressed against his chest, one of Taehyung’s hands left your waist to caress your wrist instead. You stopped your movements and leaned down to kiss him.

A final kiss before you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself anymore…

You pulled away, leaving him needy for your lips to return. You reached down and wrapped your hand gently around his cock, dragging the tip up and down your slit a few times before you lowered yourself, positioning the tip by your entrance and sliding down his thick length halfway.

Your hand returned to his chest and he thrusted upwards, desperate to slip in further, for you to take his full length. Your nails scratched his skin softly and you let him slide in all the way, stretching you out. He felt so good…

You pushed yourself up and lowered yourself back down again, picking up a slow pace. He exhaled deeply under you as you began to ride him faster, sliding up and down half his length before you pushed down all the way, making both of you let out a whimpering moan. You picked up your speed fast, sliding up and down his thick cock from right beneath his head to the very base.

His big hands grabbed your hips, guiding you and making it even harder to contain the sounds of pleasure needing to escape your throat.

You leaned your head back, smiling widely as pleasure took over all your senses. You felt sexy riding him like this…

You grabbed his hand from your hip and locked your fingers with his, pressing his hand back against the bed, doing the same with the other and leaning down to kiss him.

He moaned against the kiss, desperate to push you back down on his cock but his hands squeezed your tightly as you suffocated his helpless needy whimpers with your tongue.

Your thighs were giving in, but you didn’t want to give in now… not when you were feeling the sweet feeling leading up to your climax.

Out of breath you pulled away from the kiss and Taehyung noticed your building exhaustion. He used his strength and pushed your hands back, making you lose your grip of his hands and he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down against his chest, making him slip out and he rolled over, now on top of you.

He kissed your lips and thrusted back in hard and deep, making you moan loud.

“I’ll take over now baby.” He whispered.

He went hard.

Full force.

Thrusting deep, hard and fast.

Immediately sending you close to the edge.

“Does it feel good?” He asked in a cocky tone.

“Mhmm” You hummed, holding onto him tight.

“You’re such a good girl.”

“I’m so proud of you, you know that huh?” He panted, repeatedly praising you.

He moaned loudly.

“Fuck!”

He leaned in by your ear, making you able to hear his heavy breathing even more.

“And you’re so good at taking my cock.” He chuckled, devilishly.

He hummed in pleasure against your ear and you grabbed on even tighter, fingers desperately searching for grip on his shoulder blades when you felt your muscles tense up.

He thrusted harder, earning a moan on the border to a scream.

“I’m close.” He whispered and pounded harder into you again.

“D-don’t stop!” You begged.

He went faster, sweat forming on his skin, chest almost heaving and long low whimpers escaping his throat while he chased both your highs.

“T-Taehyung…”

“Yes, baby?”

In the heat of the moment he licked up the side of your neck.

You dug your fingertips deeper into his toned back muscles.

Another fast hard thrust and your muscles claimed all control from you. Tensing tightly before releasing hard, heart beat racing, thighs aching and muscles pulsating tight and hard around his cock.

He let out a few grunts and his thrusts became slower and deeper.

“I-I’m gonna cum.” He whimpered.

Another slow deep thrust and he suddenly let out a deep exhale mixed with a low moan as his muscles finally gave in and you could feel him throbbing as he came.

He kissed you, exhausted but overwhelmed by pleasure. He let out another soft moan against your lips, still cumming.

After a short while he leaned back and carefully pulled out his sensitive cock.

He lied down on his side and you rolled over on to your side, moving close to him and he wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you even closer and placing a soft kiss against your forehead.

Like this, you felt protected by him.

The energy along with his glow made him appear like the strongest most attractive man…

You snuggled up against his warm chest and heard his heart beating rapidly. You placed your hand over it soothingly and he smiled at you.

“Can you hear my heart?”

You nodded.

“It’s beating fast.” You pointed out.

“Because of you.” He chuckled and brushed his hand through your hair. “My love.”

His words made you blush.

You placed a soft kiss against his heart.

The engine of the aircraft roared and it increased in speed rapidly before taking off for the sky.

Your hand was tightly held by the man in the seat next to you.

On his ring finger were two rings… just like on yours.

The hand belonged to your husband.

And his hand belonged to you.

You were admiring the view of the city below becoming smaller and smaller for a while and then turned to your side to look lovingly at your husband.

First class, free upgrade thanks to your previous travels.

And now you were returning.

But this time without one chasing the other. This time instead, to spend the time lovingly with each other, experiencing what you did separately then, together now, on your honeymoon.

First class served chocolate covered strawberries, a treat you both eagerly devoured.

First stop Oslo, next stop France. The city Paris, to be exact, the city known as the city of romance…

What better place to celebrate your love than where it first bloomed and where it then could grow even wilder.

Taehyung raised your hand to his face and pressed his soft pink lips gently against your skin.

“It feels nice to finally fly with you.” He confessed, putting an emphasis on “with”.

“How did you actually fly?” You asked curious.

Taehyung leaned back against his seat.

“First I flew to Amsterdam, then I was going to fly to Copenhagen and change to a flight to Tallinn, but then you texted me saying you were suddenly going to Italy again and then to Prague and because my flight to Copenhagen was delayed I luckily saw that text and ran to the first counter I could find and asked them to book me a ticket to Prague instead but then you were heading to Norway and I was stuck in Prague because all flights were fully booked until the same night I finally reached you.”

“You really are crazy.” You chuckled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“It was the most important trip of my life… the second I looked at the time to see that your flight had taken off, I just broke down and I knew it was too late... unless I did what I did.”

“I love you.” You said, tearing up.

“I love you too.” He kissed your head. “That’s why I married you!” He chuckled, returning to his initial mood.

Talking about that trip always made your heart feel heavy, but not in a bad way but in the overwhelming way, how this man loved you so much that he chased you across the world only to confess his love to you…

Saying yes to him was the easiest choice you had ever made, thanks to the hardest choice you ever had to make.

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showdown. | fabrevans

WHO: sam evans & quinn fabray ( @quinnofcastleport )

WHAT: sam finds out what happened to james thanks to quinn & stacy’s plan. whew.

WHEN: 11/25; monday afternoon

WHERE: the maggie

Quinn felt like she'd been bracing for impact all day. Actually, from the moment she'd driven away from the facility - the swipe of the black credit card her father hadn't really bothered her, not really, though she knew it would come around eventually.

What bothered her was Sam.

She'd made her peace, or at least told herself she had made her peace with Sam not wanting to speak to her anymore over it. As she methodically wiped down the Maggie's bar, she reminded herself that mattered less than James getting help.

She finished her deep clean and moved on, picking up the inventory clipboard and her pen. She had to know how many glasses that punk replacement had actually dropped, and she had to keep herself busy, because Sam was due any minute, and she couldn't keep staring at the door like that. So she brushed her jaggedy pink hair behind her ear, set the clipboard down, and started to pull (freshly cleaned) glasses down to count. The more she could do before Sam ordered her out of his bar, the better.

The day had been uneventful and short, with only a few clients on the books at the shop so Sam opted to cut out early. If he were lucky, he could manage to get a nap in before having to make his way to the Maggie for the evening. He reached the house in record time, stepping into the silence and finding nothing unusual about it. It was always quiet. It could use some dusting, no doubt yet another thing he'd have to tackle before the holiday. Stacy would be home and the last thing he wanted was her, seeing how things had moved further into disarray. In the kitchen, he found a glass on the small table, half full of whiskey and a ring of melted ice around the base. That, that was unusual. His father almost never walked away from a drink, unless he had another nearby. It prompted Sam to look in the living room, but found no trace of glasses or bottles. It was possible James had retreated to his room but that was empty as well. Bed rumpled, curtains drawn, a stale smell of liquor and sadness emanating from it that Sam didn't linger long. He'd searched the whole house and called around to some of James' friends, the ones he hadn't managed to alienate, but no one had seen him. Sometimes, James would take walks, leaving the door unlocked, and glass in hand. Just to really give the town something more to laugh about. The headache was already forming when Sam got back into his truck, driving to all the spots his father frequented. The bench in Knights Park where James and Maggie ended their first date. The diner, where thoughts of Tina and the last time he managed to discover his father in a place where he shouldn't have been (sprawled on their front porch) hit him. The last stop and ideally the place where he would've most likely been, Sam reached the Maggie, finding not his father but...Quinn. Resurfaced, clipboard in hand, and sporting pink hair. Sam was momentarily confused at the sight, of her (and her hair) before he spoke. "Is he back there? I've been all over town and no one's seen him...can't decide if that's good or bad."

Quinn looked over her shoulder in time to catch the look on her face, which she would've been amused about, in other circumstances.

"It's a good thing," Quinn answered, keeping her voice soft as set her pen down on the clipboard. "He's in treatment." Quinn took a folded piece of paper out of her back pocket. "This is the address and room number." Quinn held Sam's gaze, determined not to shrink or stutter. "I took him last night. He's there for at least 30 days, probably longer, depending on how it goes." Quinn swallowed.

"He's doing it for you. And for Stacy." Quinn hesitated. "And your mother," she added something like a smile ghosting her face, "because he knows Mrs. Evans would've kicked his ass already. His words."

"What?" Sam, who was still stuck on the fact that Quinn's hair was pink (seriously, when the fuck did that happen?) had to mentally run the tape back. Olive-colored eyes narrowed as he moved closer, noting the folded paper in her hand as she spoke of an address and a room number. For treatment.

His reaction was slow to build, confusion giving way to anger, the heated sensation of it spreading the more Quinn spoke and he barely let her finish, the mention of his mother snapping him into focus and his gaze hardened. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He was gobsmacked by it all.

The boldness of her butting in and the casual way she upended his life, as it were as easy as ticking off a box on her checklist. Sam would not be surprised in the least if that fucking clipboard actually had a 'butt in' written somewhere. The audacity of it all, as if his father was something to be handled, as if it were her problem, and then to bring Sam himself into it...and Stacy.... "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Your friend," Quinn answered evenly, resolutely refusing to flinch. Boys who got loud were the worst.

"I spoke with Stacy. She and I agreed this was the only card left in our deck. He can't keep doing this. You can't keep doing this, and please don't tell me you can, because that would be insulting to both of us."

Quinn let out a slow breath and resisted the urge to cross her arms, to ruffle her feathers and raise her hackles. She would not be angry with Sam. She simply refused to be.

"He knows, I know, Stacy knows, you know that it's not fair or right to strap this to you like a big, boozy anchor. It's not right. So he's trying to correct himself so that you and your sister have a hope in hell of ever getting out."

It was the thing he hated, what Quinn had always done, even when they were younger. Speaking in that bossy way she had, as if everyone else were merely the pieces she had to move to suit her needs. It grated him then, but over time, it hovered been irritating and amusing. But today it needled him. He didn't need her pushing her way through, behaving as if she were the only one who knew best, roping his sister into her nonsense and then pretending like she cared. "You disappear for weeks, with nothing but a text, and then show up pulling a fuckin' move like this without telling me. And you drag my sister into it? And I'm supposed to think you've got my best interests in mind? Seriously? That's bullshit, Quinn." Sam took a deep breath, his tone still hard and flat, voice rumbling in that quiet, angry way he hated to be. "Whatever the issue with my father is, that's my business. I was already looking into some places Hunter gave me a list of. Which you would've known had you bothered askin' instead of doing what you always do. How the fuck is hiding this from me helping? What, did you need to be the one who saved my father from himself? First the bar now the owner? What the fuck else are you planning to overhaul in my family's life? Just so I can know when to move out of the way, since apparently you're the one calling the shots now."

It took a godly amount of restraint to keep from rolling her eyes at him, but she did resist the urge, if just barely. She let him snap at her, fine, sure, and moved around out from the bar to stand properly across from him, nothing in between. "Tell me this," Quinn said, "tell me what 'having your best interests in mind' would look like. If not this, what? Letting you skulk around like a bad Sam impersonator for the rest of our lives? Letting your sister tell me that this needed to happen and proceeding to do absolutely nothing in response? Which, just so we're clear, I didn't drag Stacy anywhere, and haven't since she was ten years old and I wanted to go shopping and babysit at the same time. She's an adult. We had a conversation, one that wouldn't have been the least productive with you and me, or with you and her. So was I supposed to argue with you about it, even though you apparently already knew it was true?" Quinn snorted. "That's the bullshit part, Sam. That you're pissed that you weren't 'the one who got to' kick his ass to get clean." Quinn used the air quotes, and then she did roll her eyes. "It doesn't matter who kicked what. It matters that he got into the car instead of knocking back a shot. It matters that he's actually following through with it. There's no 'credit' except his credit for getting up and making a change." She rested her hands on her hips and met his gaze. "Furthermore. You are my business, as long as you are my friend, Sam. You know that. You know I wasn't trying to sneak anywhere or hide anything. I'm standing right here. You know that if I was really trying to be underhanded about it, I'd be underhanded, and no one would know anything about it for a very long time." Quinn sighed, her expression going just a little soft. "I understand that I--that I disappeared on you. I understand that I hurt and disappointed you when I did that. I apologize for that, Sam, I do. I won't apologize for doing what needed to be done."

"Everybody's an adult, who can make decisions. Except for me. I'm the one that's gotta be handled around the issue and shut out of the big kid conversations? You did something with my father and didn't even fuckin' discuss it with me, and took it to my sister like I'm some irrational asshole and I need to be grateful? 'Cause he actually went with you? Do you even hear yourself?" Sam could feel himself getting worked up and he took a step back, needing to put some distance between them. "You're never fuckin' sorry, Quinn. So I don't ever expect you to give an actual fuck about invading my family's space or guilt tripping or threatening my father into following your orders. You overstepped. Plain and fucking simple. I don't give a shit what you talked about with Stacy. You had no right to do what you did. And if you didn't want to swoop in and play savior, answer me this: Who's footing the bill for this massive change? 'Cause my sister's a broke college student and no one bothered to clue me in on anything. So unless my father managed to hit the numbers in the time it took for you to drive him to this life changing facility, I'm guessing this sober sweat out is sponsored by the bank of Fabray ." Sam scoffed, shaking his head as he pushed out a tired, bitter laugh. "We should be so lucky. Castleport's favorite daughter, returning home and making my family her personal fuckin' charity case for the holiday. I'll look out for the write-up in the Gazette. I know how your family's paper loves to keep tabs on my old man's public antics." Sam stalked past Quinn to move behind the counter, his face hard and expressionless as he threw a passing glance in her direction. "We're done here."

Quinn could have snapped back. She could have argued each and every one of Sam's points until they were both furious and going for the jugular. She could see it - she could feel it, the words heavy on her tongue, exactly how she'd fight it. Fight him. How she'd say, oh, you think you're angry now? You think we're done? We're just getting started, Evans, and don't think you can go round for round with me about this, because she was Quinn Fabray, and Quinn Fabray didn't lose arguments. No, Quinn lost friends. Quinn lost family. Quinn lost jobs and boyfriends and futures and pasts. That was part of who she was, part of how she was, and she'd accepted it a long time ago. Fabrays were lonely creatures by nature, the sort that never really ever had the capacity for anything like companionship. They were built, on their best days, for partnership, but even that was a stretch, a rarity. Frannie and her husband were outliers, and even then, Frannie made every important decision for the two of them. Quinn was just so damn tired of losing things. She was so, so tired of trying to do what was right and getting screamed at for it. She was just tired. "It wasn't an order," Quinn said, without bothering to turn around and look at him, because if she did, she'd probably lose it. "And you're not a fucking charity case." Maybe that was what she was angriest about. Or maybe it was the mention of her family and their finances. Or maybe it was the accusation that Quinn didn't actually care. Because she did. "I do hear myself. I never heard myself tell you you had to feel anything." Now she did at least tilt her head toward him, slightly over her shoulder, though she kept her gaze firmly fixed away from him, because her nails were digging into her skin in a bad way, in a way that told her to just walk the fuck away, to walk away from the whole damn friendship because it was crashing and burning anyway and as per usual, it was her fault.

She was really tired of losing people, but away was the only direction people walked anymore, so she turned around to look at him.

"You don't care what I talked about with Stacy - fine. I'm not sorry - sure. I don't care about invading your family's space - you're three for three. I'm a rich girl who's just here to flaunt how together her life is, how much I love taking people under my wing, as long as I get my name in the paper or mentioned in someone's early Sunday gossip. If that's honestly what you think is true about me, then maybe we are done here." Quinn's nails dug deeper into her skin. Focus.

"But that's - frankly, I knew that. I knew doing what I did might make us go back to whatever we were before. Or worse. I accepted that. It was less important than the good this will do you in the long run, whether or not you ever say so out loud or even to yourself. If you keep throwing a tantrum about this for the rest of our lives, so be it. I'll walk out that door and not look back or so much as darken your doorstep again if that's what you want. I'm willing to do that not because I don't care about you or this place, but because I do, and I know that in the long run, this will help. Even if he can't stick with it. Even if it's not lifechanging. I'm willing to do it because I know if the situation were reversed..."

Quinn trailed off and shook her head.

“Never mind. I'm sure you'd be perfectly respectful and let me have all the space I needed to drown myself in guilt and the appearance of responsibility while the misery chipped away at my soul. But - well, I guess I wouldn't have that problem, because I'm Princess of Castleport who doesn't know what hard work or suffering is like, and everything I do is either calculated, careless or intentionally hurtful, right? You wouldn't ever need to do anything like this, because Quinn and the Bank of Fabray don't have any real problems, so I just want to glide in, wave my magic wand and fix other people's, specifically people who I don't care about and who I'm secretly just using for...attention, I guess, or the rush of pretending at being a good person or...whatever it is you think motivated this. You, known for being so level-headed and wise, would never dare overstep with me if you thought it would help me and that I was too stubborn to take the steps myself. You'd never be so...what, hateful? Disrespectful? Insert whatever adjective you like, I don't care. If you don't want him there, you have the address and a car. Go get him, if you don't think this will actually help him, and you, and Stacy. If you genuinely think it was a mistake, go undo it. Tell me to get out or tell me to finish the inventory and I'll do whichever one you like."

She let the challenge hang there for a long minute and tried to ignore the regret she already felt creeping around the pit of her stomach.

Goodbye, Sam. It never made sense that they were close anyway, did it. They shouldn't have been. Maybe this was just the natural order coming back to itself. Maybe Sam was just a blip, a glitch - someone whose feelings she'd been apparently only imagining to understand all these months. Maybe Sam hadn't actually seen her the way she thought he did. It was a disquieting thought, but one she had to wrestle with - maybe he was the one who'd had her fooled, instead of the other way around.

And people thought she was a good actress.

Sam's jaw tightened, teeth clenched so tightly it felt like he'd snap in half if he didn't ease up. He pressed his palms to the bar, needing that bit of grounding as Quinn spoke, completely twisting his words and if Sam wasn't so damn furious he'd probably be impressed by the spin of it. "Knock it off," he told her, broad shoulders as he pushed off the counter. "Don't tell me you care about me and then dismiss my feelings to a tantrum 'cause you're not getting the reaction you wanted. What did you think would happen, Quinn? You went behind my back. I don't care how great the good was, I would've never--" His words caught in his throat, and he took great care to swallow down the rising emotion.

"I never said your life was together. Or you didn't have problems. Otherwise you would've never been back in this bar or have that hair and no one, not even your parents, I'm guessing would've heard from you in months. But you made me feel like this project you had to take on. And maybe if the situation were reversed, I would've reached out to you. But you didn't do that. You treated me like an obstacle, instead of the friend you apparently give a shit about. And you can justify it however you want and explain it whatever way's gonna ease that guilt and call me a hot headed asshole, but I would've never made you feel this way." Useless, as if all the work he'd been trying to juggle, and the effort it took to maintain everything, to keep the bar afloat, to manage his father, look out for his sister, boiled down to nothing when someone else, someone he once trusted could yank the rug out from under him. Could make the burden he carried for years disappear with a swipe of a card. As if it were that easy. And he supposed it was with money and connections. And that gnawed at him, the anger and bitterness rising in his throat, tasting sour. "What's done is done. You did what you wanted, like you always do." He pushed the paper back at her, uncaring about the location, the name of the place, or how long James would be there. "I didn't have shit to do with this, so we'll just keep that energy. You can take Stacy if you want, since y'all are making the decisions now. Whether it helps or doesn't, it's not my problem or concern. You started this. You can see it through. I'm done."

Quinn sighed. He was probably right. Because friends don't make friends feel 'this way'. Sam was much, much better at being a friend than she was. And she had treated him like an obstacle, because he sort of was one, since he already had too much on his plate to give it the attention it needed, and anyway he would've just told her to fuck off, which was counterproductive.

Quinn took the paper, tucking it back into her pocket. "Fair enough." Her voice came out flat, and she couldn't argue with him. She knew he'd be upset, angry, furious - there wasn't any point in trying to change that.

It would just make it worse. She would just make it worse.

She let the silence drag, then shook her head. "I'm going to do inventory," she said, only getting close enough to him to grab her clipboard and pen. "I'll be in the back if you need anything."

With that, Quinn made her way past the bar and into the stockroom, determined to keep the shaky feeling in her hands and the terrible disappointment in her heart to herself, at least until she was alone.

Sam refused to look in Quinn's direction, hearing the slide of her clipboard across the bar when she went to collect it, and the sound of her footsteps retreating to the back. There was a headache forming behind his eyes, the throb of it all pounding at his temples and making it hard to see. And he hated that his initial gut reaction to feeling so keyed up and crappy was to consider taking a shot of something. The last thing he needed, in the moment or in general, considering where his father currently was. He was still wearing his coat, and he dug his hands into pockets, fishing out the keys for his truck. There was no way in hell he'd be in any shape to deal with customers today. He'd get Marie to come in or see if Alexis was free. Anyone but that new kid, Barry and his goddamn butterfingers. Moving from behind the bar top, Sam headed for the door, remembering to lock it behind him. It had seemingly gotten colder in just that span of time he'd been inside but he'd rather be anywhere but the bar at the moment. He'd settle things with a replacement and then take the night off. Take a drive somewhere. Anything that would help clear his mind.

#cportquinn #para.all #para.quinn #quinn.all #disc002

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babineni · 6 years ago

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no consolation/no accusation

Reupload of a thing I wrote some time ago, but I realized that my interpretations were skewed - or at least different then - and I wanted to do some re-writing/re-editing. Here’s the result.

Switch the face of the +5/-5 card, the totals are 18-20. Damn it.

Atton was at his usual spot on the Ebon Hawk that stood completely still. All systems were offline and the view outside was boring – the pilot couldn’t see or hear anything that could hold his attention for long. So he kept playing pazaak in his head, and he kept losing to one imaginary opponent after the other. Too much has happened in a very short time and Atton didn’t feel caught up with everything – especially not with the fact that he was now a Jedi.

The scoundrel’s thoughts kept drifting back to that moment in the Refugee Sector: the moment when the Exile accepted him as her student. Atton was surprised when she did so, even though he didn’t know what to expect at all. At that point he was mostly acting on instinct. And he broke Illa’s heart in the process.

Atton knew what he said was unfair. However, he would have done anything to make Illa stop, at first. To make her stop asking, to make her stop reminding him of a life he wished he never chose. The Exile just listened. In retrospect, Atton could tell, she was used to words like those. And yet her defiance got under his skin in a way he didn’t expect.

The totals are 10-20.

That was all it took to breach the defenses the pilot has built around his past. The words kept pouring out of him, he laid everything bare, and still, Illa wasn’t scared of him. She merely looked sad, as if she was grieving for the lives he had taken… and then she agreed to train him.

Add the 3-6 card, the totals are -4-15. This makes no sense.

Atton couldn’t wrap his head around the Exile’s decision. She was hurt and unforgiving, and still…

The totals are 20-22.

He has won. He got what he wanted. Although he wasn’t sure about the last bit.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor leading to the cockpit. Atton could tell they belonged to Illa. He could recognize her steps anywhere – she always walked as if she was used to higher gravity. The pilot turned to greet her.

‘Good to see you’re back. Where to?’

The Exile flashed a kind smile at the pilot as she approached the panels on the wall. ‘We’ll need to make a quick trip to Telos. I think, I may have just solved their fuel problem,’ she left the panel and took the co-pilot’s seat. ‘At least for now.’

‘You also met that Jedi Master, right? You’ve been busy,’ Atton started the ship’s engines.

‘Says the guy, who just fought half of Nar Shaddaa and pulled off a daring rescue,’ Illa teased the pilot to his surprise.

‘What can I say? I got bored waiting for you in the cantina.’

The Exile chuckled at the reply. Soon they left Nar Shaddaa’s atmosphere, and as Atton plotted their course, he also prepared himself for a new game.

‘You seem a lot calmer than you were earlier,’ the scoundrel tried to sound as casual as possible. The faint smile disappeared from Illa’s lips, and for a few moments, she merely focused on the stars turning into blinding stripes in the darkness, as the Ebon Hawk reached lightspeed. Suddenly she looked exhausted.

‘I’ve had some time to think on Goto’s yacht, and… you have given me a lot to think about,’ Illa turned back to Atton. Even with the blue lights dancing on her face, there was something warm about her. Something calming. Something mesmerizing.

The totals are 16-19. Maybe the next round…

‘And? What’s on your mind? Trust me, I can take it,’ Atton tried to reassure her with his usual cockiness.

‘Oh, I don’t doubt that, it’s just…’ the Exile sighed. ‘Look, I don’t think I’m the right person to judge, but… when you said you don’t want my forgiveness… I think you had the right idea. I don’t think it’s possible to forgive what you’ve done.’

The totals are 20-19. Two more games.

‘Good to know we agree on that,’ Atton stood up from his chair, and took a few steps away from Illa, rubbing a sore spot at the back of his neck. She knew crime and guilt. Her generosity might have been unconditional, but she didn’t extend that to forgiveness. He respected and admired her for it, but at the same time he wondered what else she might have denied from him. He wanted her to look at who he was and accept who he became. Even though he didn’t know who that person was either. He asked for a lot and what he offered in turn might not have been worth it.

‘Atton? Are you listening to me?’ Illa’s voice broke the pilot’s line of thought.

‘Huh? Sorry, I was…’ Atton turned around only to find her standing within arm’s reach. ‘What were you saying?’

‘I said that… you were right about some other things as well,’ the Exile crossed her arms and looked at a spot on the floor. ‘For example, that you… you’ve never reached my body count. But now I also know that I’ve destroyed more lives than I thought… in more ways than I thought…’

Switch the face of the +2/-2 card, the totals are 19-18.

‘Let me stop you right there,’ Atton could guess where this line of reasoning was headed, and he didn’t like it one bit. The thought of Illa taking responsibility for his life angered him. He refused to be seen as her victim, to be another casualty of war, to become yet another ghost that would haunt her. ‘I chose to follow Revan, and I did that of my own free will. I’m not going to shift the blame to anyone, especially not to you.’

‘But…’

‘You didn’t make me do anything,’ the pilot snapped, ‘so get that out of your head.’

Illa gave him a disapproving look as an answer.

‘I knew you’d be an awfully disagreeable Padawan.’

‘Then why did you agree to train me?’ the scoundrel put his hands on his hips as he asked, jokingly, despite how much he needed the answer.

Illa shrugged. ‘I believe in second chances. I would’ve gone crazy long ago if I didn’t.’

‘That’s a pretty big leap of faith, if you ask me.’

‘Hmmm… not really, it’s only fair,’ she mused. ‘You didn’t believe me when I told you I didn’t go back to the Jedi to be punished. Truth is, I went back to prove myself. I had to explain why I left and I needed to know if it was still what I believed. I got the answers I needed then, and even though I doubt myself from time to time, at least I have something to fall back on to now. I want you to have this too,’ the faint smile reappeared on the Exile’s face. ‘Besides, you will do fine, I think.'

Atton let out a bitter laugh. ‘I don’t know about that,’ he said, prompting Illa to step closer to him and place a hand on his shoulder.

‘Look, I wish I could tell you how to deal with your past, but I have no idea how to do that either. However, if you do me a favor, I could try and help you figure out your future.’

The scoundrel wasn’t sure if the Exile was speaking to him or herself. He couldn’t help but both love and hate her understanding nature.

‘What would be the favor?’

‘Well, don’t die, for starters, and… have a little faith in yourself.’

Add a +2 card, the totals are 20-20.

Atton grabbed Illa by the waist and pulled her in for an embrace. The Exile let out a surprised gasp, but returned the hug a second later, enveloping the pilot in her soft, bright glow. She once said, the glow meant peace within, and as he held her, Atton could almost feel it. He didn’t know if he could do as she asked, but if he was willing to believe in anything, it was her. He could only hope it was enough.

#kotor 2 #atton rand #atton x exile #kotor fic #oc fic: illa #illa vehn #fanfiction #tbh I didn't rewrite the whole thing #so if there are segments that are terribly out of place this is why #Wrytinge™

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askthenewhopespeak · 6 years ago

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March 3rd, 2020- Departures

Sora Hijirihara is fifteen years old and has a plan. It’s not a great plan, mind you, but this is a plan, and it had been building for a while now. She can’t- she won’t- let this new threat get anywhere close to her family. And she will fix this world, as much as she can. (Makoto and Gundham were beyond saving, but maybe she could get baby Mitsuru his big sister back) She just has some preparations to do….

first station, the library:

(plan notes: try to finish it before someone notices you, especially alter ego)

-She prints out some things. Some pictures she took, that she hurries to clip together, as an album.

- In a second thought, she prints one more picture. Guilt tripping never harmed anyone… much.

-She writes down her letters. Two of them come out perfectly. The other two… not as much. One of them will suffice, but for the other… Shit, she’ll have to talk to him.

- She steals a pen as she leaves the library. No one would notice.

(well, this is done. What next?)

Second station, Mitsuru’s room:

(plan notes: You can do this. You won’t even cry.) Sora: *She places her hand on Mitsuru’s shoulder as she enters the room. * Mitsi? Can we talk? Mitsuru: Huh? Yeah, sure. *Sora closes the door behind her. * Sora: I’m leaving. And I wanted to say goodbye. Mitsuru: ….huh? Sora: I have found something- something that lets me track Invdia. So I’m leaving, and I’m going to keep our family safe. Mitsuru: …. What the fuck? Sora: I’m going to get your sister back. And I’m going to make sure no one lies a finger on mine. *She closes her eyes. * Please don’t make it harder than it has to be. Mitsuru: No. I’m going to make this as hard as I can. Because this is stupid idea. You don’t have to do this, Sora. You shouldn’t do this! Sora: No one else can! And- and I screwed this place over enough, so I’m going to fix everything I can. Mitsuru: And what about me? You’re just gonna leave me behind? Like my sister? Sora: I don’t want to! But you can’t leave. You have your medicine, and… I don’t want you to see this. I know what might happen and I don’t want you to see melike this. *She burries her face in him. * I thought about just leaving you a letter, like I’m doing for mom and dad, but I couldn’t find the words- I’m so sorry… Do you hate me, Mitsi? Mitsuru: No. Of course not. I just think you’re being a dumbass right now Sora: I can’t even look at the twins without wanting to cry. I keep thinking about- how if I haven’t got us here, how this place would’ve been better. How I fucked it up for everyone. Mitsuru: Don’t blame yourself for this. You had no idea this was going to happen, and you never wanted it to happen. Guilt makes you do crazy things. Sora: You realize they are going to come after Monaca, right? She never appologized for what she did, so if they get a hold of her history…. And honestly, I’m pretty mad at your sister and doubt she’d stop them. Mitsuru: So instead of hunting them down, on your own, without backup, and without telling anyone else where you’re going, you can stay here and help protect all of us Sora: …’m gonna join them. Put up my best ‘crazy not uncle Shuji ’ act and be by their side. And then, if they try to punch my family…. *her hand is sent to KK, under her skirt. * well, you know what it is with knives and backs. And I will leave a note saying I left! Mitsuru: …. This is a bad plan driven my emotion Sora: Well, one of us is the brain on the group and it’s definatly not me. I’m here to stab things andcry a lot. Sora: …It’s the best plan that I have. And… I really don’t want to stay here. Mitsuru: And what if you don’t come back? Sora: I’m trying to save everyone! I’m four-fifteen years old. And I can’t stay in this school a second longer, and it’s been over two years and I just… what else can I do, Mitsi? Mitsuru: …I dunno. I don’t have all the answers. I just don’t want you to do something stupid Sora: When did you stop having all the answers, Mitsi? Mitsuru: When did I ever? Sora: It always seemed like you had, when we were younger. Mitsuru: You’re gonna take the words of an 8-year-old as solid answers? Sora: When you are an eight year old? Yes, why not? Remember, in that same age everything that came out of Kaede’s mouth was sacred. Mitsuru: You have a lot to learn about the world, my dear Sora Sora: It was seven years ago! I know better now… you know you won’t change my mind, right? Mitsuru: I figured. So there’s no point in arguing, I guess Sora: No, there really isn’t. I’ll go, and I’ll get the baby his sister back, and make sure no one touches my family, and maybe I won’t be surrounded by things that make me freak out. Mitsuru: Or you’ll die without accomplishing anything. That’s not me being morbid. That’s a real possibility. Sora: I have a knife, I’ll be fine. Mitsuru: A knife can’t solve all your problems, you know. They have guns. Sora: …I survived Kaede Naegi, I can survive jerks with guns. Mitsuru: They can gang up on you. They might have bombs. Poison gas. Other horrible things. Sora: …You are being pessimistic. I think you are really forgetting who is which role in our group. Mitsuru: And you’re forgetting these aren’t some dumb jokers. These are real, actual terrorists and murderers. They will not exercise restraint just because you’re a kid. Sora: …I’m trying to, really. Because I can’t- can’t afford to be scared for this. I can’t be weak. Mitsuru: Being scared doesn’t mean you’re weak. Reckless idiots aren’t scared. Sane people are scared. Sora: being either just raises my chance to screw this up. Mitsuru: Fear….fear’s like a double-edged sword. It can keep you from doing something, screw you up, and make you worried about stupid things. But it can also be what motivates you to stay alive, or help someone else. If you’re scared about what’ll happen to someone else if you die, that’s a good reason to keep living. Sora: *she sighs. * Mitsi? How long can you be away from here without, well, dying? Mitsuru: As long as my meds can last me. So not very long Sora: …Well, that solves it, I can’t take you even if I wanted too. *she looks at his eyes. * Mitsi, before I leave? Can I get a birthday kiss? Mitsuru: No. But you can have two. Sora: Sounds fine with me. *She leans forward to kiss him. * Mitsuru: If you die out there, I’ll kill you. Sora: I promise to come once you use an Ouija board. Mitsuru: Good. *he hugs her* I love you. Even if you are a huge jerk. Sora: I love you too, and hi, at least I’m not Kenta. Mitsuru: Hehe, yeah, true …Please come back. Sora: I will. I’ll miss you a lot. Mitsuru: Same here. And if you see Ryouko…tell her that she’s an idiot. And I miss her a lot too.

Sora: I’m gonna give her a picture. *she pulls the picture she printed earlier and the pen.* Maybe write on it something like 'for the best big sister in the world’. Mitsuru: Yeah… *He does so* I hope things go well. Sora: I do too. *she gives him another kiss and then checks her watch.* Well, if you’ll excuse me, my mother is having a baby so it’d be a great time to steal her credit card right now. Mitsuru: You’re pure evil. And somehow, I’m okay with it Sora: Hey, I’d need resources. Like some hair color and a dacktape. I’d rather not be recognized on tv like some other pepole had. Mitsi… whatever it’s worth… I love you. Mitsuru: I love you too. A lot. Even the dumb parts Sora: …I hope so, it’s the most of me. Mitsuru: *He hugs her again* *Sora hugs back* Sora: I know I said I don’t want you, but i really wish you could still come. Don’t watch videos, okay? *She turns to leave. * Mitsuru: Don’t die. Please. Sora: I promised, didn’t I? Mitsuru: …and if you can, give those Invidia guys a nice solid kick to the nuts Sora: …when I’ll stop pretending to likethem. And maybe one to Sly, anyways. Mitsuru: Good. Be smart, Sora. And good luck.

(well, you didn’t change your mind, so… a start?)

Station three, Sora and Kaede’s room:

(plan notes: just do it as quick as possible. Kaede will ask questions if she sees you.)

-Kaede is not in the room, thank hope.

- Sora steals Kaede’s backpack from under the bed, because Kaede isn’t actually using this thing and Sora needs a backpack.

-She packs clothes- especially, she tries, those that are not only red and black, because she has no idea how much Invdia knows of Hope’s peak and she doesn’t want people to actually make the connection.

-It is tempting to forget her tooth brush, but she gets it anyways.

-the letter for Akio and the twins is dropped on Kaede’s bed. Sora pretends she doesn’t feel like crying.

-she picks the rest of the essentials before she leaves towards her parent’s room.

(that went well)

Station four, Naomi and Takumi’s room:

(plan notes: Now to the actual ileagel part of today)

-finding her mother’s wallet isn’t hard. She knows well where the bag is kept, as well as where her mother keeps the note with her PIN on it. (she told Sora once that this was for emergencies. She isn’t sure it counts.)

-No one comes in, obviously. A quick check at her watch confirms the baby is coming, and both Naomi and Takumi would be busy with this.

-She drops the letter for them on the bed. She cries.

(Theft is much easier than one would think)

Station five, Damian’s room:

(plan notes: drop your shitty letter and go already.)

*Sora pushes the door to Damian’s room *

Sora: good, you are here. My letter sucked.

*She enters, closing the door behind her. There is a backpack on her back and she has shoes on. *

Damian looks surprised at the sudden entrance before sliding off his quiver and bow. “Hey Sora. Is something wrong?”

Sora: I just don’t want an adult to hear. Can’t have them stopping me from leaving, can I?

“… Why are you leaving?” Damian asks a bit quietly, sitting down on his bed and focusing all of his attention on her.

Sora: I managed to find a way to track invdia. So I’m going to join and keep them from my family.

“That’s crazy.” Damian says bluntly. “All you have is a knife you don’t know how to use to the best of your abilities. You can’t go by yourself Sora.”

Sora: I can and I will. I’m going to make sure Ryoko comes back, and to make sure they don’t think about my family as targets.

Sora: I can’t stay here, Damian.

“What happened to Jataro and the others… there’s no reason to assume the same will happen to you, Akio, Mitsuru or any of the others. No one knows outside of the school that you’re from the future.”

Sora: My sister has caused a massacre, if you didn’t notice. And she’s also my family. It’s not all about me, believe it or not.

“Monaca…” Damian remembers with a grimace before trying one last thing. “I tried to go after Invidia in an effort to stop them too. What’s the difference between you doing this and myself?”

Sora: … I don’t exist? Well, not for another hour, but no one would be able to make this connection.

Sora: and I don’t know how to tell you this, but you worked for storm.

Damian looks down at that before sighing. “There’s no talking you out of this.” He states rather than ask. “… what do I tell everyone else?”

Sora: Mitsuru knows, and I guess he’ll tell Kaede, Shuuichi and Akio. This *She searches her bag for a second and pulls a folded paper * is for my parents. Give it tommorow, okay? I should be fine by then.

“Alright…” Damian takes the paper before pulling Sora into a hug. “Stay safe okay? I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

Sora: I promise, I will. Mitsi already promised to kill me if I die. *She hugs back * don’t hide in your room, okay? Spend time with Jataro and everyone else.

Damian slowly let’s her go and nods reluctantly. “I’ll do my best. Keep in touch, if anything happens I’ll be there. House arrest or not.”

Sora: write me your number? *She hands him a piece of paper from her bag * and don’t get yourself in trouble.

Damian writes his number down on the paper before giving Sora a slight smile. “No promises.”

Sora: *She smiles back. * Jerk.

Damian sticks his tongue out before giving a slight wave goodbye. “See you around Sora…”

Sora: See you around… Don’t let Mitsi watch if there are videos, okay?

*She leaves. *

(You always thought he was the best uncle ever. Good to know this still holds.)

Station six, the mall:

(plan notes:just get what you need and go.)

-yes, she can use the primitive public transportation. She did it before, with some of the other kids.

-her first stop is at the ATM, where she takes out as much money as she thinks she needs, and hopes she wouldn’t need to use the card again.

- She gets everything she needs and couldn’t get at the school. This includes a prepaid phone, which she immediately texts Damian from, telling him it’s her new number and to call if there’s an emergency at the school.

-The sink at the toilet isn’t great, but it works well enough for the hair color she got. She’ll do it better later, but this should do for now. (she only manages to get the bottom half of her hair, to her dismay)

-Also at the toilet, she wraps black tape over the handle of her knife, making it mostly unrecognizable.

-She grabs her bag tightly with one hand as she puts her sun glasses on. She’s ready to go.

(You hope it works enough to make you unrecognizable at first look)

Sora Hijirihara is fifteen years old and has a plan. It’s not a great plan, mind you, but this is a plan, and it had been building for a while now.

She can’t- she won’t- let this new threat get anywhere close to her family. And she will fix this world, as much as she can. (Makoto and Gundham were beyond saving, but maybe she could get baby Mitsuru his big sister back)

She just has some preparations to do….

first station, the library:

(plan notes: try to finish it before someone notices you, especially alter ego)

-She prints out some things. Some pictures she took, that she hurries to clip together, as an album.

- In a second thought, she prints one more picture. Guilt tripping never harmed anyone… much.

-She writes down her letters. Two of them come out perfectly. The other two… not as much.

One of them will suffice, but for the other… Shit, she’ll have to talk to him.

- She steals a pen as she leaves the library. No one would notice.

(well, this is done. What next?)

Second station, Mitsuru’s room:

(plan notes: You can do this. You won’t even cry.)

Sora: *She places her hand on Mitsuru’s shoulder as she enters the room. * Mitsi? Can we talk?

Mitsuru: Huh? Yeah, sure.

*Sora closes the door behind her. *

Sora: I’m leaving. And I wanted to say goodbye.

Mitsuru: ….huh?

Sora: I have found something- something that lets me track Invdia. So I’m leaving, and I’m going to keep our family safe.

Mitsuru: …. What the fuck?

Sora: I’m going to get your sister back. And I’m going to make sure no one lies a finger on mine. *She closes her eyes. * Please don’t make it harder than it has to be.

Mitsuru: No. I’m going to make this as hard as I can. Because this is stupid idea. You don’t have to do this, Sora. You shouldn’t do this!

Sora: No one else can! And- and I screwed this place over enough, so I’m going to fix everything I can.

Mitsuru: And what about me? You’re just gonna leave me behind? Like my sister?

Sora: I don’t want to! But you can’t leave. You have your medicine, and… I don’t want you to see this. I know what might happen and I don’t want you to see melike this. *She burries her face in him. * I thought about just leaving you a letter, like I’m doing for mom and dad, but I couldn’t find the words- I’m so sorry… Do you hate me, Mitsi?

Mitsuru: No. Of course not. I just think you’re being a dumbass right now

Sora: I can’t even look at the twins without wanting to cry. I keep thinking about- how if I haven’t got us here, how this place would’ve been better. How I fucked it up for everyone.

Mitsuru: Don’t blame yourself for this. You had no idea this was going to happen, and you never wanted it to happen. Guilt makes you do crazy things.

Sora: You realize they are going to come after Monaca, right? She never appologized for what she did, so if they get a hold of her history…. And honestly, I’m pretty mad at your sister and doubt she’d stop them.

Mitsuru: So instead of hunting them down, on your own, without backup, and without telling anyone else where you’re going, you can stay here and help protect all of us

Sora: …’m gonna join them. Put up my best 'crazy not uncle Shuji ’ act and be by their side. And then, if they try to punch my family…. *her hand is sent to KK, under her skirt. * well, you know what it is with knives and backs. And I will leave a note saying I left!

Mitsuru: …. This is a bad plan driven my emotion

Sora: Well, one of us is the brain on the group and it’s definatly not me. I’m here to stab things andcry a lot.

Sora: …It’s the best plan that I have. And… I really don’t want to stay here.

Mitsuru: And what if you don’t come back?

Sora: I’m trying to save everyone! I’m four-fifteen years old. And I can’t stay in this school a second longer, and it’s been over two years and I just… what else can I do, Mitsi?

Mitsuru: …I dunno. I don’t have all the answers. I just don’t want you to do something stupid

Sora: When did you stop having all the answers, Mitsi?

Mitsuru: When did I ever?

Sora: It always seemed like you had, when we were younger.

Mitsuru: You’re gonna take the words of an 8-year-old as solid answers?

Sora: When you are an eight year old? Yes, why not? Remember, in that same age everything that came out of Kaede’s mouth was sacred.

Mitsuru: You have a lot to learn about the world, my dear Sora

Sora: It was seven years ago! I know better now… you know you won’t change my mind, right?

Mitsuru: I figured. So there’s no point in arguing, I guess

Sora: No, there really isn’t. I’ll go, and I’ll get the baby his sister back, and make sure no one touches my family, and maybe I won’t be surrounded by things that make me freak out.

Mitsuru: Or you’ll die without accomplishing anything. That’s not me being morbid. That’s a real possibility.

Sora: I have a knife, I’ll be fine.

Mitsuru: A knife can’t solve all your problems, you know. They have guns.

Sora: …I survived Kaede Naegi, I can survive jerks with guns.

Mitsuru: They can gang up on you. They might have bombs. Poison gas. Other horrible things.

Sora: …You are being pessimistic. I think you are really forgetting who is which role in our group.

Mitsuru: And you’re forgetting these aren’t some dumb jokers. These are real, actual terrorists and murderers. They will not exercise restraint just because you’re a kid.

Sora: …I’m trying to, really. Because I can’t- can’t afford to be scared for this. I can’t be weak.

Mitsuru: Being scared doesn’t mean you’re weak. Reckless idiots aren’t scared. Sane people are scared.

Sora: being either just raises my chance to screw this up.

Mitsuru: Fear….fear’s like a double-edged sword. It can keep you from doing something, screw you up, and make you worried about stupid things. But it can also be what motivates you to stay alive, or help someone else. If you’re scared about what’ll happen to someone else if you die, that’s a good reason to keep living.

Sora: *she sighs. * Mitsi? How long can you be away from here without, well, dying?

Mitsuru: As long as my meds can last me. So not very long

Sora: …Well, that solves it, I can’t take you even if I wanted too. *she looks at his eyes. * Mitsi, before I leave? Can I get a birthday kiss?

Mitsuru: No. But you can have two.

Sora: Sounds fine with me. *She leans forward to kiss him. *

Mitsuru: If you die out there, I’ll kill you.

Sora: I promise to come once you use an Ouija board.

Mitsuru: Good. *he hugs her* I love you. Even if you are a huge jerk.

Sora: I love you too, and hi, at least I’m not Kenta.

Mitsuru: Hehe, yeah, true …Please come back.

Sora: I will. I’ll miss you a lot.

Mitsuru: Same here. And if you see Ryouko…tell her that she’s an idiot. And I miss her a lot too.

Sora: I’m gonna give her a picture. *she pulls the picture she printed earlier and the pen.* Maybe write on it something like 'for the best big sister in the world’.

Mitsuru: Yeah… *He does so* I hope things go well.

Sora: I do too. *she gives him another kiss and then checks her watch.* Well, if you’ll excuse me, my mother is having a baby so it’d be a great time to steal her credit card right now.

Mitsuru: You’re pure evil. And somehow, I’m okay with it

Sora: Hey, I’d need resources. Like some hair color and a dacktape. I’d rather not be recognized on tv like some other pepole had. Mitsi… whatever it’s worth… I love you.

Mitsuru: I love you too. A lot. Even the dumb parts

Sora: …I hope so, it’s the most of me.

Mitsuru: *He hugs her again*

*Sora hugs back*

Sora: I know I said I don’t want you, but i really wish you could still come. Don’t watch videos, okay? *She turns to leave. *

Mitsuru: Don’t die. Please.

Sora: I promised, didn’t I?

Mitsuru: …and if you can, give those Invidia guys a nice solid kick to the nuts

Sora: …when I’ll stop pretending to likethem. And maybe one to Sly, anyways.

Mitsuru: Good. Be smart, Sora. And good luck.