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sheerbeautyreigns · 4 years ago

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DESIRE

Part 35

Things get heated in Vegas.

Paul gently stroked Joe's cheek, hoping to wake him. He groaned, moving his head off Paul’s chest. “Baby,”

“Huh?” Joe moaned, keeping his eyes closed. “Let’s go to bed. It’s almost one.” Paul nudged him a little more urging him to get up. He was so cute when he was tired, eyes squinting, trying to avoid the light, his hair messy. He threw off the robe that he had been wearing and crawled in under the covers, closely followed by Paul. His face warmed seeing Joe immediately pull the covers up over his naked body. Paul lay behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Joe nodded off pretty quickly while Paul was just happy to lay holding him until he eventually drifted off.

It was almost 8:30 when Paul woke up. He rolled onto his back and looked to his left. Joe was lying on his stomach, head turned to face him. Strands, of hair had fallen in front of his face. Paul could just about see the fresh stitches on his temple. He knew it was a simple accident but it didn’t stop him being pissed off about it. That and the fact that he didn’t find out about the Wyatt attack until the last minute. He had to contain his anger sitting next to Vince watching it all unfold. He knew Joe could take it but he had become so protective of him in recent weeks that he would do anything in his position of power to give him anything. He could also see the fresh scratches and bruises that had appeared throughout his arms, side and back.

Paul had always found marks sexy but only when he was causing them. It made him think about the first time when he looked at Joe in a different way. It was back in 2014 when The Shield were up against Evolution at the Payback PPV. That time when he, Randy and Dave beat Joe with kendo sticks, followed by a steel chair. Not only that but the very next night when he was beaten with a steel chair. It turned him on immensely and he had been paying special attention to him since but he never made a move until after they got to know each other better during their 2016 feud.

“What are you thinking?” came Joe monotone voice against the pillow. Paul’s eyes trailed up to his. “Just looking at your battle scars.” A lazy smile crept across Joe face. “I dread to think what they look like this morning, much less feel.”

“At least you can rest until Sunday.” Paul said trailing his fingers gently down his spine, down to the base of his back. “I’ll need it.”

“It’ll be worth it baby, to see you with that title again. It’s been too long.” Paul re-assured him. Joe cast his eyes downwards. “It is what you want, isn’t it?”

Joe hesitated before answering. He turned on his side, wincing a little. “I just feel bad for Drew.” He pursed his lips. “I mean, it was meant for him wasn’t it?”

“Yeah but he doesn’t know that. It wasn’t fully decided until I spoke with creative.”

“He’s worked so hard for it-” Joe started. “Hey, look, we all know how hard he’s worked. He’ll get it one day but not just yet. It’s your time understand?” Joe really did feel troubled by this whole set up. He felt that this was just being given to him because of his relationship with Paul and he knew a few people would realise that. Joe always wanted to work for his title shots. “Do you understand?” Paul asked again. Joe nodded.

“I don’t want you overthinking this whole thing or losing sleep about it. Just rest up this week and do what you do best on Sunday.” Paul said placing a kiss on his lips before crawling out of bed, naked. Joe turned on his back and smiled, checking out his sweet ass as he went into the ensuite.

He listened as Paul ran the bath and thought about what he had just said. Seemed he would have this no other way. Joe himself agreed that he had busted his ass for almost a year with no sign of a title shot so true, it was his time. He just felt bad that he was getting in over Drew considering how well they had become acquainted in the last month.

Paul came out of the bathroom and came towards him. “I’m running you a nice relaxing bath baby. It’ll help, if only a little.” He said sitting at Joe’s side as he sat up. “You’re too good to me.” The young man told him. “It’s only temporary, while you’re hurt. Wait until I get you to my place next week.” Paul smirked with a dark glint in his eye. “Can’t wait.” His lips curved into a smile as Paul’s hand curved around the back of his neck and motioned him towards him for a slow, sensual kiss. Joe got up off the bed. “Check on the bath.” Paul advised, smacking him on the ass.

Joe eyebrows furrowed as he checked out his back in the bathroom mirror. It was as bad as he thought it would be. Hopefully creative didn’t have any nasty surprises in store for him come Sunday.

Carefully he eased himself into the bath. The heat of the water increased the pain in his back initially but he started to feel more relaxed as he lay back. He cupped the water in his hands, releasing it onto his chest and lay with his head back, eyes closed. It was so relaxing, he almost fell asleep again. Paul appeared at the door. His face softened when he saw Joe in the tub. He looked so peaceful. He couldn’t imagine wanting to hurt him like he’d done in the past but maybe he’d feel different in a week.

Paul watched with pride as the referee counted 1, 2, 3 when Joe pinned Bray. A huge smile spread across his face as the referee handed him the Universal Title. Joe was so overcome with emotion as he took hold of the belt. He had worked so hard for this and had just taken part in one of the hardest fought and best matches of his career. He felt banged up, still sore from the attack on Raw but he didn’t care.

His eyes met Paul’s first as he arrived backstage. Paul nodded at him with a smile just as he was bombarded by the other wrestlers congratulating him. Once he worked his way through the crowd, he got to Vince, who was almost on the verge of tears as he hugged him and finally Paul, who pulled him into a bear hug. “So proud of you.” Was all he said. Joe knew he was just keeping things low key as not to draw any attention. There would be plenty of time for talk later. All Joe wanted to do now was shower. He made his way, with his belt to the men’s locker room. A few of the guys were already in there, Colby, Tom, Matthew, Claudio, Kevin and Drew. Joe immediately went over to Drew and hugged him. “What a match!” Drew said with a smile, clearly glad that it was over. “You guys put on a hell of a show.” Claudio chimed in, putting his arms around both men. “We must celebrate!” He said throwing his arms up in the air. The others agreed, even Colby. Joe only had plans to go back to the Venetian with Paul. “Whaddya say Joe?” Drew asked. He couldn’t deny that smile. “Sounds a plan.” He said giving in. He barely ever went out for drinks with the guys and they were in Vegas. He grabbed his phone from his bag and quickly called Paul.

“What’s up?” Joe hated interrupting him while he was working. “Listen, some of the guys want to take me out for drinks. They kinda goaded me into it. Do you mind?” Paul was quiet for a moment. “No problem babe, I’ll be here another while anyway and you deserve it. Where are you guys going?”

“I’m not sure yet, somewhere on the Strip I’m sure. It’ll only be for two or three anyway.”

“OK cool, let me know where you end up.”

“Love you.” Joe told him to which Paul replied “Love you too.”

Everyone agreed go to the Dorsey at The Venetian since it was central Strip. They all freshened up and agreed to meet there around eleven. While Joe was changing into a his black suit and black shirt, he heard the door open. Paul was early. “Look at you.” He cooed seeing how good Joe looked. He rarely got to see him in a suit. “Makes me wanna keep you here.” He said pulling him in for a kiss. “I won’t be late. Just thought it’d be nice since we’re in Vegas. You wanna join us? We’re just actually going to the Dorsey downstairs.”

“Aww babe, I”d love to but its been a long day so I’ll just have a drink here.”

“You sure?” Joe checked. “Yeah, I’m good. Who’s out anyway?” He asked. “Kevin, Tom, Matthew, Claudio, Drew and Colby. Just a few of us.” Paul pulled away. Joe could see the look change on Paul’s face. He placed his hands on his hips. “I thought you and Colby were no longer on speaking terms?” Joe shifted. “Well, there’s just the odd hello here and there. It’s kinda unavoidable since we work together.” Joe tried to reason with him.

“Doesn’t sound like it.” Paul said. He looked annoyed. “Claudio just suggested drinks when we were all in the locker room. I could hardly say no?” Paul walked out of the bedroom into the living room area with Joe in pursuit “Look, I should’ve told you when I first mentioned drinks but I…” Paul stopped and turned to face him “You what?” Joe backed away a little “I was worried you might be annoyed.” The young man was frustrated. “You’re right. I am. I specifically asked you not to get involved with him-”

“We’re just going for drinks with friends. That’s all! Don’t you trust me?” Joe asked, searching his eyes. Paul’s eyebrow furrowed “Don’t you?” Joe asked again, his eyes starting to look a little glassy. Joe swallowed, backing away and going back into the bedroom. Paul’s look said it all. He could hear Joe starting to gather his things in the ensuite. “What are you doing?” Paul asked coming into the bedroom. “You clearly don’t trust me so I’m done.” Joe was visibly upset. “I’m sorry baby. Don’t go-” He said grabbing Joe arm. “No, not this time. I was so fucking stupid to think I could try this again.” He said zipping up his bag. He was angry now. Paul grabbed his arm again, this time not letting him go. “Look, look! I’m sorry I upset you. You know how I feel about Colby.”

“There’s nothing going on. I can’t believe you don’t trust me with him.” At that moment, Joe phone rang. He took it out of his pocket. It was Drew. Paul eyed the phone before Joe answered. “Hey, I’m just held up a little. I’ll be down soon.”

Paul took a few steps back. “Y’know what? You do what you want. See if I care.” Joe scowled at him before grabbing his bag and leaving the room. He was seething. He blinked his eyes hard as he walked towards the elevators, trying to ward off tears. Luckily, reception was quiet since it was Sunday night and he was able to get himself a room. He quickly dropped his bag off and went down to the bar. The guys were all sat around a table in the corner. “About time!” Tom announced as he approached the table. “Sorry guys!” Joe apologised forcing a smile. “Have some champagne! Time to celebrate!” Claudio said, already filling a glass for Joe. They all toasted to his win and a good night for them all in general.

“Where’s Paul?” Drew asked whilst the others were all chatting amongst themselves. “He’s upstairs.” Joe simply said, taking a swig of his beer. “Didn’t care to join us for a drink?”

“You know what he’s like. Anyway, I don’t wanna talk about him.” Joe called to the passing bartender “Can I get another round?” The bartender got to work immediately. Drew looked Joe over. Something seemed off, like he was hiding something.

An hour passed and everyone was moderately drunk. Joe was in mild conversation with Colby when his phone rang. Colby could see it was Paul, just before Joe put it away. “Aren’t you gonna get that?”

“No, It’s fine.” Joe shrugged. “Listen man, tell me if I’m out of line but…you seem different tonight. Are things OK with you and Paul?” He asked cautiously so the others wouldn’t hear. “No, they’re not.” He said before sighing. “Do you want to talk about it?” Joe looked him in the eyes “Actually, no. I just wanna have a good time with you guys and forget about it.” Colby backed up “It’s cool man, whatever you want.”

It was around 1am when the guys decided to call it a night and go to their respective hotels. “Hang on for a moment.” Joe told Colby as the others left.

“I didn’t want to come off as a dick earlier. You know that’s not me.” Joe started apologising as they stood in the lobby area. “Hey man it’s all good. Despite what’s happened between us over the past month or so, you know I’m always here for you.”

“Appreciate it man. Where are you staying?” Joe asked. “Here. I’ve never stayed here before, thought I’d treat myself.”

“Well It’s been a long day. I’m shattered.” Joe said as they walked towards the elevators. “At least were here tomorrow for Raw so can chill for a bit.”

“Well, this is me.” Joe said as they stopped at the 10th floor. “You gonna be OK? I don’t mind keeping you company…” Colby offered. Joe eyes trailed in his direction as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. He didn’t need to say anything. Colby stepped out into the hallway and walked to Joe’s room in silence. Nothing had been touched. It just looked like he’d left his suitcase in and came down to the bar which meant that he had probably been in Paul’s room beforehand.

Joe closed the room door behind them and set the key card aside. Colby walked into the living room area and looked out the window, taking in the night view. Joe followed, taking off his jacket and setting it on the back of the chair. Quietly he moved behind Colby and placed his hand on his right shoulder, urging him to turn around. Without a word, he kissed him gently on the lips. Colby reciprocated momentarily but moved away slowly. “What’s the matter?” Joe asked. “I don’t want to regret this.”

“You won’t.” He leaned in to kiss him again, more forceful this time. “Joe, please-”

“I thought you wanted this?” Joe searched his eyes. “I do but, you’re drunk…pissed off with Paul. I just…you’ve gotta understand where I’m coming from?” Colby was being reasonable. Joe moved away, lowering to the sofa. “I do. It’s not fair on you man.” Colby joined him on the sofa. “Do you mind me asking what happened?”

“Things got a little rocky a couple of weeks ago when I went to stay at his in Connecticut so I left earlier than I had planned. I thought that was it but last Friday, we talked and ended up spending the weekend together in Denver.”

“When I told him I was going for drinks tonight, he was fine at first but he got pissed off when he heard you would be there.” Colby rolled his eyes “It’s just drinks with friends. What does he think is gonna happen between us?” Colby shook his head in amusement. “He doesn’t trust me when it comes to you and I can’t live like that. I had to make a choice.”

“So that’s why you walked out tonight?” Colby pursed his lips. “Yeah. I had enough.” Joe let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m just tired man.” Joe leaned forward and lowered his head into his hands. Colby could see that he was starting to cry. He moved closer and put his arms around Joe “Aww man, don’t cry.” Joe buried his head into his friends shoulder and sobbed quietly. “I hate to see you like this.” He stroked the back of his neck, gently rocking him. Joe moved away, rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry. I just feel like a mess.” Colby took hold of his shoulders. “Listen to me. I don’t want to see you upset. You’re not a mess. You’re a brilliant man and my best friend. You deserve the best.” Joe blinked and nodded. He felt ashamed. He didn’t want Colby to see him like this. “Just get some sleep man.” Joe nodded standing up. He stood up and got undressed down to his boxers while Colby pulled back the covers on the bed and moved the cushions aside. Joe brushed his teeth and came back into the bedroom. Colby forced a smile. “Will you stay a while. Just until I fall asleep? I don’t wanna be alone.” Joe as asked timidly.

“Of course.” He nodded. Joe got into the bed and watched as he undressed, neatly setting his shirt and trousers aside before turning off the lights. The room was now bathed on a red glow, coming from the nearby Hi-Roller outside. Colby climbed in next to Joe, who was lying on his back, eyes lowered to his chest. Colby moved closer, allowing Joe to lean his head into his chest for comfort. He placed his hand on Joe abdomen. There was something so soothing lying with Colby, hearing his light breaths and feeling his heartbeat that it didn’t take Joe long to nod off.

Joe awoke around nine the following morning. The room was bright since the curtains hadn’t been drawn. He had been lying in the same position as he had fallen asleep in. Colby started to stir, moving his head. He groaned, opening his eyes slowly.

“What time is it?” He asked groggily. Joe grabbed his phone from the night stand. “It’s just gone nine. Thanks for staying.“ Joe turned in to face him. “No worries. You feeling a bit better?” Colby asked, stroking his cheek. “Rested. So glad we don’t have to travel today.”

“I know. What are you gonna do?” Colby asked, stroking Joe forearm. “I don’t know. I never made plans. I normally just chill with Paul.”

“Why don’t we go somewhere for a big breakfast. There’s a place I’ve been to before called the Peppermill. Wanna go there?”

“A big breakfast sounds perfect about now.” His stomach rumbled at the thought. Colby laughed upon hearing it. His hand trailed down to Joe stomach where he tickled him. Joe laughed aloud, squirming, trying to fight him off as Colby climbed on top of him, continuing to tickle him. He grabbed Joe by the wrists and pinned him to the mattress. Joe could feel his cock getting very hard as Colby did this.

“What are you gonna do now?” he teased, lowering his head closer to Joe. Their eyes met. Without hesitation, Joe lifted his head off the pillow and kissed Colby. Within seconds, they were entangled in a passionate kiss, hands roaming each others bodies, scrambling to take their boxers off. Joe rolled over onto his stomach, arching himself up on his knees. Colby climbed behind him and prized his ass cheeks apart, leaned forward and started to tease his opening with his tongue. Joe moaned at the warm wet feeling. “So good…” He looked behind and all he could see was Colby’s head buried in his ass. He dripped his saliva around the opening and lined the head of his cock up with the opening of Joe’s hole. He eased his way in as Joe lowered his head, breathing deeply. In no time their bodies were rocking the bed, slowly at first, then becoming more steady as Colby picked up the pace. “Aaaah fuck. Jesus!” Joe let out, trying to maintain his balance. All Joe could hear was the slamming of Colby”s balls every time he thrust into him along with his grunts. He sure had stamina when it came to fucking. Colby gripped his pelvis tightly, steadying him as he came hard in his ass. Joe buried his head into the pillows below as Colby shuddered behind him breathlessly. He eventually released Joe, rolling back onto his heels. He watched as Joe rolled over onto his back, strands of hair strewn across his damp forehead. He smiled lazily at Colby, watching as he leaned down to kiss him.

“I don’t know about you but I need food.” Colby said getting off the bed. “I’m gonna go freshen up in my room and I’ll meet you at like 10:30 in the Lobby?”

“Sounds perfect.” Joe said getting off the bed. He followed Colby to the door. “Hey.” Colby turned around. “Thanks man.” Joe kissed him again before letting him leave. Joe smiled to himself as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He went to the bedside to plug in his phone. He pursed his lips upon seeing a couple of unread WhatsApp messages from Paul. A horrible feeling invaded the pit of his stomach as he opened them.

11:30pm - I’m sorry about tonight. I do trust you. I don’t want to lose you again.

8:45am – Hope you’re OK? I want to make things better. Can we talk?

Joe exhaled setting the phone down and went to take his shower. All he could think of was that it was too late for Paul to say he trusted him. Why didn’t he say it to his face last night? Again, Paul had him wrecking his brain. He didn”t know how things might pan out with Colby since he was known to sleep around. He probably wouldn’t want anything serious. It was too soon anyway. He decided he was gonna just play it cool in the meantime and see how things pan out.

When he came back into the bedroom, his phone had just stopped ringing. It was Paul. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

One thing that was certain, Paul wasn’t the type to give up on something so easily. He would probably see him this evening for Raw and part of him wanted to get this over with.

“I was wondering if I’d hear from you at all.” Paul started. “I’m not long up.” Joe said walking over to the window. “Good night?” Joe hated this small talk. “Yeah, was a nice change.” There was a moment of silence. “Are you at the Venetian still?” Paul asked.

“Yeah.” Joe started pacing around the room.

“Can I see you?” Paul eventually asked. “I have to head out soon.”

“When you’re free?” Paul pushed. “OK. I should be around one.” Joe told him. He was already dreading this conversation. “OK come up to my room.” Paul said before ending the call.

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baepop · 4 years ago

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Sacrifice 2

You return home, hoping to find the answers you desperately search for.

Word Count: 9.7k

Pairing: You x BTS Members

Genre: Thriller, Smut, Angst

Warnings: OC is fucked in the head basically (disturbing thoughts, actions); gore, graphic descriptions and self-harm

Part 1 | Part 2

He’s trying his hardest, but those pesky crimson marks just won’t come out. He’s tried everything he could think of, even followed a few stain removal tutorials on YouTube, but the unsightly blood stains have seeped deep into the fabric of his upholstery. He regrets neglecting the condition of the interior of his car for so long.

Even still, as he looks down at his soiled car seat, he can’t help but smile while imagining the satisfaction you might’ve felt to know he couldn’t completely erase you from his life. You had always managed to find a way to cling onto him, it seems, even now in the afterlife.

Namjoon carefully backed away from the entrance of the passenger side of his car to take a breather. He wiped the sweat off his brow and rubbed his hand on his shorts, huffing at the sight of his failure. He pursed his lips, mulling over what cleaning agents he might have left in his terribly stocked apartment that could do the trick. Suddenly, he slammed his fist on the hood of the car, overcome with emotions of regret. He allowed himself to feel for just a minute before taking a deep breath and hunching over the seat again to begin scrubbing more forcefully.

But just as he began abusing the seat once more, a tiny hand clutched at the tail of his sweater and yanked lightly a few times to get his attention. He whipped his head around only to find the neighbor’s daughter staring up at him, a bit of fear in her eyes. She was only 5, and she must’ve seen Namjoon lose his cool for a second just now, given the slight quiver in her bottom lip.

Namjoon stared at the child for a moment before backing out of the car again and picking her up. He nestled her into his side, giving her a big smile and wiggling her hand about while greeting her in a silly voice. She giggled shyly, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.

“Mommy said to come get you.” She stated her mission matter-of-factly before burying her head in the crook of his neck as she’d done countless times before.

“Okay, then let’s go see what Mommy needs this time, shall we?” The little girl nodded as they crossed the lawn into her mother’s property. Namjoon knocked a few times before letting himself into the door ajar. The smell of overcooked chicken filled his nostrils at once.

“Um, hello?” He called out to no one in particular. He was greeted by an empty living room.

“In here!” The voice came from the kitchen where his neighbor was busy preparing an early dinner. Namjoon put the little girl down but she grabbed two of his fingers and led him into the kitchen.

“Oh, hi ma’am. Did you need something?”

The woman rolled her eyes as she blew on a piece of steaming chicken before popping it into her mouth to taste. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Yong?! Ma’am is my mother.” Namjoon blushed and hung his head in embarrassment, smiling at the ground and nodding. “You know, we’re not that different in age, only a few years apart. But I get it though, turning 30 still seems like a huge change to people in their 20’s.”

“Oh, I uh, no that’s not— I’m sorry, Yong.” Namjoon clears his throat while the older woman chuckled.

“I hope you weren’t busy, Namjoon.”

“No, no not at all!”

“It’s just that my bathroom sink is leaking, and I have no idea what’s going on! My husband won’t be home for a couple more days and—”

“Oh, it’s no issue! I’ll take a look at it, probably just a simple fix.” Namjoon smiled at her brightly and motioned towards the bathroom for permission. She beamed as he let himself further into her house.

Namjoon entered her small bathroom, immediately turning on the sink to see what the issue was. As the water trickled from the base, he opened the bottom cabinets and crouched down, sticking his head into the confined space to get a better look. He ran his fingers over the tubing, nodding to himself as he turned off the water and joined Yong and her child in the kitchen once again.

“There’s hardly a problem. Your plumbers’ putty ran dry, and it was especially thin to begin with, but it’s nothing more putty won’t fix! I actually have some to spare in my apartment, I’ll go grab it really quick.”

“No no no, sit! Dinner’s ready, you can do that after!” Namjoon parted his lips to protest but his stomach growled extra loudly. The small child giggled, pulling on his fingers to lead him to his place set at the dinner table.

Although Namjoon wanted to be polite and refuse the meal, the truth was that he wasn’t eating too well these days. You had always been over his house making him food, so his meals as of late consisted of microwaved noodles and handfuls of goldfish crackers.

Namjoon thanked the woman for the hot meal, wasting no time on stuffing his face.

“No, thank you. You’ve been such a big help around here for so long! It’s been rough this year with my husband’s enlistment,” Namjoon nodded along, making eye contact as he shoved spoonfuls of rice into his already full mouth, “and especially so this past month.”

Namjoon perked up at the ambiguous statement, “How so?”

“Well—”

“I’m getting a littwe bwother!” The small child exclaimed joyously from across the dinner table. Namjoon froze with his unchewed food on display, looking over at Yong who was embarrassed by the outburst.

“Well, it’s still too early to know the sex but, she’s really hoping for a boy.” The woman smiled at her daughter who was picking up pieces of food with her tiny fingers and attempting to feed it to her stuffed animal who also had a place at the dinner table beside her. Yong looked over at Namjoon who had not taken his eyes off her once, nor closed his mouth for that matter. She blushed, looking down and speaking in a low tone so that her child wouldn’t understand, “Don’t worry, it’s not yours.”

Namjoon’s eyes lacked emotion. What she mistook for fear and anger was simply calculation on his part. “Are you positive?”

The woman sighed then smiled again, putting a hand on his shoulder and maintaining eye contact. “Yes, I’m sure. Now, finish your dinner.”

The boy nodded, bringing his attention back to his now unappetizing plate of food. He had already done the math; the child was definitely his.

The conversation lulled, so they both hurried through eating. Once his plate was empty enough, Namjoon sprang up to his feet and announced that he’d return with some putty in just a moment.

As he let himself out into the evening air, he noticed it was finally starting to become cooler. He walked across the lawn and over to his place with his hands in his pockets, whistling his favorite tune.

The next day, he went to work as normal, driving his car across town to the grocery store he managed and parking it in a residential street since the parking lot looked full when he passed by. On his trek up the block, he noticed a bright white flier stapled to the telephone pole at the corner. As he got closer, he recognized a picture of Jin plastered front and center with the words reward if found written underneath it. Seokjin came from money, so Namjoon wasn’t surprised about the lengths his parents were going to to get their son back. Besides, he already knew they would do this since he’s the one that sent them that picture of Jin.

Namjoon ripped the flier that had threatened to bring forth his turbulent emotions to the surface once more from its staples, crumpling it up and shoving it into his pocket. Luckily, this wasn’t enough to ruin his good mood today.

“Good morning.” Namjoon nodded towards his staff members as he entered into the cool facility. Everyone greeted him back, relieved to have him in the building as there were already issues that needed solving even this early in the morning. But before they could begin hounding him for directions, one of his assistant managers pulled him to the side.

“Someone’s here to see you. I told them you wouldn’t be in until later on today, but they insisted on waiting. They’re in your office, I hope that’s okay.” Namjoon smiled at the girl and assured her everything was fine. He watched her walk away before turning down the hallway towards his office. As soon as he opened the door, a very worried Jungkook shot up from the small couch that lined the wall. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were panicked. He gripped the flyer of Seokjin in one hand and his phone in the other.

Now this, this was enough to put Namjoon in a bad mood. He sighed and closed the door behind him.

Your eyes opened and were immediately flooded with bright white light from all directions. You shut them quickly, then reopened them little by little, trying to adjust to the setting. The first thing you noticed were curtains billowing at the foot of your bed. They were white, just like everything else in the room.

Wait, a bed?

You craned your neck to get a better look at what you were laying on, but your body was stiff, so you plopped back down and took a deep breath, letting your eyes wander instead.

The sun was shining brightly and illuminating the dreary room you’d been left in. You were definitely in a hospital, you realized, as you noticed multiple beds with curtains drawn around them.

Why am I here?

You laid there, trying to remember something, anything, but you only drew incomplete memories. You closed your eyes, trying to make sense of everything. It was all a painful haze, reels of jumping into a river, and blinding car lights at the forefront. Suddenly you recalled being shaken and yelled at, the voice sounding as if through a tunnel full of water, and the face more ambiguous still. But his grip was strong on you, bruising your shoulders with his vehemence to get you to understand.

Get it together kid!

You gasp as your eyes burst open. “Jin!” You yell out and a nurse who was most definitely not Jin rushed in.

“Ah, you’re awake!” The older woman came to your side to check how you were doing. She doesn’t know anyone by the name of Jin, much to your disappointment. “Do you remember anything about what happened to you?” She pulled up a chair by your bed with your chart in her hands. You shake your head in denial. It’s not a lie, but the little that you do remember, you want to hold onto for a bit longer in order to piece together this puzzle on your own. “What’s your name?” You hesitated, then shook your head once more. She nodded in understanding, flipping a page up before turning back to you and speaking in a soothing tone. “Miss, you were found on the side of the road a couple miles from here in critical condition. You underwent a septic miscarriage, but your body showed signs of extreme stress and battery as well. It appears you were unconscious for a couple of days before you were found and, luckily, we were able to bring your fever down and get your blood pressure back to a normal state which halted the beginnings of organ failure evident in your body.” You nodded along to everything she said, but none of it was making any sense. You just couldn’t believe she was talking about you. She had to have been looking at someone else’s chart. “You’ve been administered antibiotics to treat the infection. I have to say, though, you’re one hell of a fighter! We weren’t sure you’d wake up after the medically induced coma you were under, but here you are!” The woman smiled brightly then paused before continuing, giving you a stern look. “You were in pretty bad condition hun. So,” she reached out and placed her withered hand over your own, “the minute you remember anything, you let us know. Okay?” You nodded sullenly, just wanting to be left alone. “Now…this Jin person…”

“He wouldn’t.” You looked at her sharply, not letting her even think that he could be capable of doing something like this to you. The woman nodded and stood up.

“I’ll give you a minute to be alone.”

You watched her retreat back into the hustle and bustle of the hospital hallway as you plopped your head against the pillow. Considering the kinds of questions she was asking you and the kind of room you had woken up in, you surmised that you had been counted as another Jane Doe, placed into a room full of other unidentified people who had been dying.

Whenever you went out, you always made sure to have your ID and your phone on you, so you wondered if you had been robbed and attacked. But why was I alone and so far from home? Suddenly the face of the person you missed most popped into your head.

Namjoon.

The thought of something so awful happening to you without the love of your life by your side to comfort you was too much to bear.

You rolled over on your side and let hot tears spill from the corners of your eyes, moistening the crisp linen sheets. As the evening went on, your silent crying became more audible, your body shaking with both physical and emotional pain. You hugged yourself tightly, processing the realization that you had lost Namjoon’s baby, and you were now all alone again.

By the time night came, you had rolled over to cry while staring up at the ceiling, letting your sobs be heard now that the hospital was quiet. It always felt better to let loose while crying instead of doing it in secret, besides, everyone in your room was in a coma anyway, or so you thought.

In the middle of the night, you heard a groaning that morphed into a cry of frustration. Suddenly the curtains around the bed diagonal from yours were yanked open violently and piercing angry eyes drilled holes into your watery ones.

“I stayed quiet all day, pretending not to be awake so that you could have some privacy, but now you’ve been crying for 8 fucking hours and I’m trying to sleep. So could you please, for the love of Christ—”

“JIN!” You bolted upright then winced, mildly regretting your excitement for a second. The boy paused, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched you carefully climb out of bed and slowly hobble over to him in your billowing night gown.

Once you got to his bedside, your eyes watered again seeing him all bandaged up and staring up at you dumbfoundedly.

“What the hell happened to us…” You began crying again, leaning into him for a hug and sobbing on his chest. He groaned again, rolling his eyes and patting your back.

“Listen lady, I don’t know why you keep calling me Jin but—” You froze, backing off of him and wiping your eyes as you realized the bandages around his head must’ve been more severe than you thought.

You limped over to the foot of his bed and picked up his medical chart, reading over it quickly. You winced at the extensive list of procedures they had to operate on him once he was found. But thankfully, it was still possible for him to regain his memory one day.

Days, upwards of a year with daily physical therapy. You read the words before closing his chart with a sigh, looking back over at your friend who was regarding you warily. You couldn’t help but feel like this was all somehow his fault. Still, even if it was, you wouldn’t know for sure since neither of you remembered what happened.

“Um, that’s… I don’t think you’re supposed to look at other people’s charts…” You smiled and retook your place by his side.

“It’s okay for me to look.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I’m your fiancé!” The boy cocked his head back, stunned into silence. He gave you a once over with his eyes, lifting up your left hand for inspection.

“Oh yeah? Then where’s the engagement ring?”

You pulled your hand out of his grasp. “You proposed without one…because we decided we’d go buy one together.”

Jin scoffed, “Yeah well, proposing without a ring doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

You rolled your eyes. Yeah well, proposing isn’t something you’d ever do either.

“Okay fine, I’ll prove it by telling you something only your fiancé would know.” Jin sat up, watching you curiously as you sat pensive at the edge of his bed.

“Your dick hangs a little bit to the right when it’s hard.” Jin smiled, scratching his cheek in embarrassment.

“Well, I mean…technically, a lot of girls would know that.” You rolled your eyes again, trying to think about something intimate he might’ve shared with you during your years of friendship.

“You started smoking cigarettes when you were 12 because that’s when your dad left, and the smell of smoke always made you feel close to him.” Jin dropped his hand as he looked at you with renewed curiosity. He didn’t remember saying that to anyone ever, probably because he was piss drunk when he said it to you during one of your many smoke breaks together, or because he’d lost his memory. Still, he couldn’t deny that you must’ve been someone important to him if you knew something like that about him.

“So…you’re…my fiancé?” You nodded, taking his hand and rubbing circles onto his knuckles for added effect. You watched him as he visibly processed the news. You weren’t sure what the last thing he remembered was, but it had to be from years ago since he didn’t even know who you were. “Then…what exactly happened? I heard the nurse say something about a miscarriage…”

You nodded at Jin sullenly, clutching at your abdomen as your head hung low. Tears welled in your eyes, but you quickly dabbed at any that fell. “I’m sorry.”

Jin was stricken with sadness. He didn’t feel connected to you or the situation, but the thought of him and you losing a baby, he could understand to be awful. He made space for you on his bed and pulled you onto him, hesitantly rubbing your head as you curled into his side. You two slept together side by side for the night, but you awoke at the crashing sound of thunder and lightning close by only a few hours later.

Your eyes burst open at the sound, immediately checking to see if Jin was awake too. The room was still dark even though it was very early in the morning. The rain clouds blocked much light from coming into the room as it was.

You searched Jin’s face, but he still laid peacefully asleep, so you laid back down and nestled into his side. It’d been forever since you’d cuddled someone, or even made love to anyone. Knowing there wasn’t much fabric standing in the way of your naked bodies wasn’t helping the dull ache in between your legs.

You rubbed your thighs together, letting your eyes trail his features. You’d always thought Jin was attractive, but anytime his mouth would open the illusion would crumble.

But now that his memory was gone, he was different, nice even.

You brought your hand up to his chest, hesitating before placing your palm gently over his heart. You felt it beating strong and steadily.

Your hand trailed downwards, ever so lightly over the fabric of his medical gown. You ran your fingertips over the expanse of his abs, making your way towards his pubic area until his hand clamped around your wrist, halting it from moving further down. Your heart stopped for a second, since you had been sure he was unconscious.

Suddenly you heard his groggy morning voice speaking deeply just above your head.

“Don’t start something you’re not going to be able to finish.” You looked up at Seokjin who was suddenly wide awake and regarding you curiously, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“Since you lost your memory, allow me to remind you how I always finish.” You challenged him back, smiling when he let go of your hand. You cupped his member, squeezing just a bit to earn a hiss from the handsome brunette.

It was just early enough so that the medical staff wouldn’t barge in and bother you just yet, so you decided not to waste any time. You quickly exposed his bottom half, licking your lips at the sight of the hard on that already awaited you. But as you lowered your head onto his length, you noticed all of the bruises that littered his body, and the bandages wrapped around his torso. You frowned, looking up at him with pity in your eyes.

“Jin…” You sat up fully, remembering the list of injuries from his medical chart.

He sighed and met your eyes, “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do. I’ll be gentle, just let me know if anything hurts, okay?” He nodded, watching you as you climbed over his midsection and nestled your legs on either side of him.

You sat on his dick gingerly, your lack of clothing under your gown earning you direct skin to skin contact. You supported most of your weight but applied enough pressure to tease him in between your folds. He hissed as you looked up, wondering if you had hurt him already, but seeing his lustful eyes trained on your core told you otherwise. You swirled your hips sensually, moving the head of his dick vertically in between your legs to get it wet with your arousal. It wasn’t long before he was moving his hips to the rhythm of yours, eager to enter you already.

You obliged, sighing contentedly as you held his dick up to your entrance and sank down onto him until he bottomed out. Jin crinkled his eyes shut focusing on the feeling of you around him. He struggled to keep his breath even, not wanting to alert the staff about what was going on, but god damn you felt so good that it was proving difficult already.

You noticed how fucked out he was already and knew he wouldn’t last long at all, which was perfect for you because you were really only looking for one thing.

You began swaying your hips carefully, testing the waters to see what was enjoyable for him and what was painful. Soon you were bouncing on him up and down, determined to get him to cum. Jin gave up on being quiet, letting himself moan and grunt the more you humped him. Your hand held up the fabric of your gown above your belly, letting him get a full view of you fucking him. You smirked, thinking about how mad Jin will be when he regains his memory only to realize you finally gave him a round two, but only when he had amnesia.

Suddenly, the boy took hold of your hips and held them still, a burning look in his eyes.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorr—”

“No, just. Stop, for a second. You’re…going to be my wife. But this feels like our first time for me so, I don’t want to rush through it.” Your heart stuttered and a lump formed in your throat, not that you wanted to say anything anyway. You’d never seen him so vulnerable and tender before. Suddenly you felt guilty for lying to him, but nonetheless you let him pull you into his chest for a kiss.

It was sweet and slow. You hesitated at first, letting him part your lips and press them into yours. You closed your eyes, your heart thrumming a mile a minute as you kissed him back. He held you by the waist as his fingers rubbed at your sides. They snuck underneath your gown and began exploring your body, first feeling the curves of your waist then sliding up towards your breasts. You looked away from him, blushing furiously as his tiny touches sent shivers down your spine. To be this intimate and romantic with Seokjin was proving to be too much for you. Yet as his hands traveled around your back and downwards, giving your ass a healthy squeeze, your walls couldn’t help closing in around him. He moaned at the motion, looking up at you in time to receive your hungry lips on his once more. He brought his hands up to your face, holding it close to his own as you two made out passionately.

Your mind raced as your tongues swirled around in each other’s mouths. Kissing him felt foreign, but in a good way. Although you already knew what his dick felt like inside of you, you’d never known what his mouth on yours felt like until now. It was weird to think about who exactly was kissing you, yet not too weird, since you’d been around each other for so long now that his scent filling your nostrils was comforting instead of revolting. It was like learning something you had forgotten about. You were surprised to find how much you had actually liked it.

It wasn’t long before Jin began groaning into the kiss, feeling how wet you suddenly were and how easily he was moving inside of you without fully moving his hips. You bit your lip, feeling needier than ever with the lack of movement.

Suddenly you sat up a bit to begin bouncing again, but he grabbed you by the neck, biting his own lip as he surveyed your body. You were driving him absolutely wild and we wanted nothing more than to fuck you into the bed. But he knew he couldn’t move much for now, so he settled for fucking up into you as best he could.

Jin’s hand moved into your hair, grabbing it like a ponytail and tugging on it roughly so that more of your neck was exposed. His other hand gripped at your waist, holding you up as he began bucking his hips up into you. The combination of his tight hold on your hair and his forceful thrusts had you feeling the beginnings of an orgasm.

Your hands found his arms and held on for dear life as your walls began contracting around his cock. Sinful sounds filled the room as you lost your ability to keep quiet. His impressive length was hitting your g spot in the most delicious way and it had you keeling over him when your orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. You tightened your legs on his sides, shutting your eyes yet still seeing stars. Jin was satisfied with seeing you cum since he was already so tired that he couldn’t hold back his own climax for much longer.

“Fuck, where should I cum?” Jin spoke through gritted teeth, letting go of your hair in favor of holding your waist with both hands.

You leaned over him and kissed him deeply, then leaned in further to whisper in his ear. “Cum inside.”

Jin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and your wish was his command. He found it so incredibly hot that he was already spilling his seed into you after a few more strokes. He grunted loudly, bucking up into you a few more times before settling down in a sweat. You sat on top of him for a few moments more, catching your breaths in unison.

The boy was spent, barely having enough energy to cover himself back up. He ended up drifting to sleep when you climbed off of him, which was better for you, since you didn’t want to have to pretend to be in love with him.

You hummed as you slowly made your way over to your bed, fetching a magazine before you climbed onto the mattress and laid down on your back. You propped your feet up on the windowsill and began flipping through the glossy decorated pages, imagining that this position would definitely increase your odds of getting pregnant.

It wasn’t until the chill of October had set in that you found yourself in your hometown again.

You had missed Namjoon terribly while you were away recovering that visiting his house was the very first thing you wanted to do. You needed to see him desperately, to see if he missed you as much as you did him, and to see if he was worried sick that you had been missing for months. You’d never gotten a chance to tell him about the baby, so you were hoping he’d have a positive reaction when he saw you now. You knew he’d always wanted to be a dad, and you wanted to be the one to give him that joy, no matter what.

You walked the few blocks from your house to his, taking in the neighborhood as you did so. Even with the drastic change in temperature since you were last here, it was as if nothing had changed. Yet you couldn’t help but feel wholly changed on the inside. You’d realized just how precious life was while you laid in that hospital bed, and you didn’t want to waste another minute not being with the man you had pined over for years.

As his house came into view, you instantly knew he wasn’t home. His car wasn’t in the driveway and his lights were off. Nonetheless you knocked on the front door, waiting a few minutes before descending his front porch in disappointment. You wondered if he was at work, though you didn’t think so given the time and the day.

As you pondered on where to go next, a small red ball bounced against your foot. You bent down to pick it up, only to make eye contact with a small girl that had come running up to you. She had gorgeous tan skin and dimples with sparkling curious eyes.

“Sowwy…”

You smiled at the shy toddler, placing the ball into her tiny outstretched hands. “What’s your name?”

“My mommy says not to tawk to stwangers.”

Just then, a smiling blonde woman comes into view, rubbing the head of the toddler who hugged her leg and shielded her body from you. You looked up at her questioning eyes.

“Sorry! I always tell her not to play with her ball so close to the sidewalk!” You giggle, shaking your head to let her know the girl wasn’t bothering you. You can’t help but rake in her figure, lingering on her mid-section.

“How far along are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ah,” the woman rubs her belly absentmindedly, “just 3 months! It’s been so hectic, nothing like the easy pregnancy I had with this little one.” She pinched the cheek of her daughter, and you don’t miss the way the girl’s almond eyes turn into crescent moons when she smiles at the comment she undoubtedly doesn’t understand.

“No kidding, I’m actually 5 months along myself!” The woman’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh, congratulations! How are you liking it so far?”

“It’s not my first, but I absolutely love it. I feel like I’m glowing from the inside out.” The woman smiled, trying to contain her surprise given how young you looked. She followed your eyes as you glanced at Namjoon’s house for a second before turning back to her.

“Oh, you were looking for Namjoon? I think he went out to buy some supplies. Are you a friend of his or…” You furrowed your brow, a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach forming as you observed the slightly possessive tone in her voice. “I just, always used to see you around here, so I was wondering…”

You smiled brightly at the woman, watching her follow your hand on your stomach with her eyes. “Oh, it’s okay! He’s my boyfriend, but he’ll probably be a lot more than that now…” You smiled to yourself, looking down at your feet with satisfaction.

“Of course…” Yong tried her best to sound nonchalant, but you caught the way her voice sounded dejected, and she was suddenly looking everywhere else but at you. You looked down at her daughter, feeling a small seed of annoyance growing inside you.

“What’s your name, again?”

“Yongsun.”

“Yongsun,” You let the name hang in the air while you turned it over in your head. It left a bad taste in your mouth, “if it’s not too much trouble, can I bother you for a glass of water? The walk over here tired me out.” You both laughed half-heartedly, neither of you caring to feign friendship for much longer.

“Sure. C’mon, let’s get the nice lady something to drink!” Yong lifted her daughter onto her hip and began walking towards her home. You followed closely behind, hoping to find the answers you needed without having to engage in any more nauseating small talk.

You took in her quaint home with children’s toys strewn all about. The child ran to her play pen while the woman busied herself with finding a clean glass, leaving you with enough privacy to ogle at the pictures hanging on the wall.

You looked at a few of Yong and her daughter at the park before stopping at a family portrait that seemed to have been taken when the woman’s daughter was only a few months old. The man holding her, whom you presumed to be the woman’s husband, looked nothing like the kid.

Your mouth twisted in disgust, and you stomped out of her house before she could come back and shove her triumph over Namjoon in your face some more.

You hated her, and you hated him, and you hated their perfect little kid and their perfect little neighborly romance seeped in infidelity. You hated that you weren’t her, and you hated that he made you want to be someone other than yourself.

The annoyance you had felt when you had first laid eyes on the child had boiled into a violent rage that you couldn’t contain once you got home. You ran into your room and slammed the door, looking around for something to break. You started with the posters on the walls, tearing them down impatiently. The sounds of ripping paper made you feel better, but it still wasn’t enough, you needed more. Suddenly your hand flew across your dresser and knocked down all of your products. You shoved your lamp onto the floor too, panting and looking around wildly.

Your influx of emotions and memories brought on a headache that had you stumbling back onto your bed. You clutched at the sides of your face, balling your shaking fists as a haunting scene played inside your head like a movie. You saw her hair, flowing in the cold water, and her alabaster skin glowing in the dark. Her limbs were stiff, and her eyes were still open in the water, yet it seemed as if they still had enough life in them to stare at you accusingly. Her finger pointed in your direction as if to say you’re next.

Suddenly you saw yourself screaming silently, trekking up the side of the mountain in wet clothing, hiding in fear from your friends, walking aimlessly through the woods, trying to get home because you felt unsafe. You remembered desperately trying to put as much distance between yourself and them as possible because you needed you and your baby to live.

Now you hated them, too. They did this to you and Namjoon. They tried to drive a wedge in between you two. Maybe they were jealous. Maybe…

Maybe that’s why Namjoon was in love with someone who wasn’t you, because of them.

You punched your mattress repeatedly, feeling betrayed by the people you had called your friends for years. You tried to calm yourself down, knowing that negative emotions could negatively impact the fetus, but you suddenly felt anxious. You wanted to know why, why they would do something like this to you. You needed to see Namjoon. You needed to tell him everything and get answers from those bastards.

Suddenly, nearby giggling caught your attention for a brief moment. The sound came from outside your window. You lifted it up and peeked your head out only to find your block littered with costumed partygoers and children trick or treating.

You’d forgotten it was even a holiday today. Your favorite holiday, in fact, only because Hoseok would always throw great Halloween parties in which you’d all coordinate silly costumes.

You went into your closet and shoved hangers aside until you pulled out your old Snow White costume that would match the boys’ dwarves costumes. You tossed it aside, searching for your old go-to costume. After some rummaging in the very back, you pulled out the wrinkled black dress that you always used to wear every year. It was a nun costume, and it seemed oddly fitting for what you suddenly had planned for tonight.

You busied yourself with finding the mask that went along with it as well as a small blade you always kept handy, in case of emergencies.

The party was already out of hand by the time you arrived. More people than you’d ever seen at any of the boys’ parties were littered all throughout, crowding the hallways and even spilling out into the backyard. It was truly a sight to see, an army of goblins and ghouls and slutty princesses all congregated in a mundane family home.

You made your way through the crowds of people, shimmying and tip toeing along as you tried to spot anyone you recognized, which was already hard enough since everyone was in a costume.

But it didn’t take you long to spot the boys sitting around in the living room. Some had girls on their laps or beside them while others stood near them to listen to Yoongi’s story. They were all nursing almost-empty solo cups and their eyes were hazy with drunkenness. You shoved people aside and sat on the floor next to the man of the hour. He stopped to look at you for a second, no doubt measuring your suitability to be his next conquest for the night, before continuing his story.

You recognized his tall tale at once, because it was your story.

“So, I take my headphones out, to see if it was some creepy track playing on my phone, and the singing continues!” Nearly everyone in the room stared wide-eyed while Yoongi paused to sip on his drink. “It’s right in my ear, up close, and the woman starts crying, and I mean sobbing!”

“No fucken way! Oh my god that’s terrifying!” The young girl standing closest to Yoongi rubs the goosebumps on her arms. She’s dressed as a slutty crayon, as if you hadn’t already had enough reasons to roll your eyes into the back of your head.

You’re thankful that you’re wearing a mask, however, to hide the stabbing looks you’re sending at Yoongi and the rest of the boys who are pretending to be hearing this story for the very first time. You hated them, you hated them so much.

After everything you had went through with these guys, you had ended up being reduced to an ice breaker in the end.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your leg. It’s a soft yet determined touch, and your body instantly tenses up. You’re convinced it’s Jin, because you’d experienced this kind of thing with him so many times before, but you know it isn’t him. Still, you can’t help the way your head whips around to see who could possibly be hitting on the girl in the nun costume.

Your eyes meet a pair of disoriented doe eyes, and you realize a very drunk Jungkook is hitting on you. He shoots you a lazy crooked smile as his hand rides up on your thigh a bit. You withhold the urge to punch him as you let him feel you up a bit. You didn’t want to reveal yourself just yet. No, you wanted to exact your revenge in a way that would scar the same way you now were thanks to them.

You placed your hand over Jungkook’s and stood up, taking him with you. Without saying a word, you led him into one of the empty bedrooms in Hoseok’s house, all the while his friends whooped and hollered at the sight of their youngest friend finally getting laid at a party.

You shoved him into a room and walked in, closing the door behind you. He stumbled backwards and plopped down onto the bed, leaning back and spreading his legs while he watched you. You want so badly to wipe the cocky grin he’s wearing right off his face.

You stalk over to him, quickly climbing up on his lap. His smile grows impossibly wider, and he’s giddied at the feeling of your hands on his chest pushing him down onto the bed. He seems different, cockier and more experienced, yet he’s still slightly nervous, you note, so you can tell the Jungkook you’ve always known is still inside this douchebag of a person somewhere. His heartbeat quickened as your hands slid lower on his body, and he searched for something to say to relieve some of the tension.

“So, you’re supposed to be, what, a nun?” The boy gulped as your hands found the bottom of your dress.

“No, actually, I’m a ghost.” Jungkook looked up at you questioningly, taking in your costume again to see if there was a detail he’d missed. You decided to help him out by taking your mask off.

His body stiffened under you and he grew pale as you sat on top of him, smiling at the way his lip quivered in fear.

You reached under your dress and pulled the blade from the spandex of your underwear, turning the sharp object over in your hand and observing it in the light of the room. Jungkook cussed under his breath as he began to hyperventilate slightly. You revel in his powerlessness, wanting him to feel the way you felt because of him, so you slowly press the blade against his throat, causing him to turn his gaze up at the ceiling while muttering shit shit shit as he did so.

“Where’s Namjoon?”

“I I I I I d-don’t know he—he never showed up. H-he might be a Y-yong’s house I I I don’t know.” Jungkook shut his eyes, making sure to keep still so that you didn’t accidentally nick his throat.

You grimace, not liking what he said one bit. The way her name slipped so casually from his mouth, they all knew about her and never said anything to you. You must’ve looked like such an idiot. They probably pitied you, probably made fun of you behind your back.

Your hand at the boy’s throat began shaking, and you didn’t miss the way his fists ball up at his sides. Suddenly you turned your attention to him completely, knowing now what you had to do.

The boy was shaking underneath you, so you hummed soothingly, running your hand over his chest. You admired his body, taking note of the way his muscles protruded from the fabric. He had definitely filled out and bulked up when you weren’t paying attention to him. And he’d had such a crush on you, it was a shame he’d turned into a monster on the inside.

Your hand slid down his arm and picked up his wrist, slicing at his veins vertically for a few inches. He cried out in pain as blood began spurting everywhere. He moaned in agony, clutching at his wet arm and trying desperately to keep the wound covered with his hand.

“Kookie! Where the fuck is the beer we told you to go get an hour ago?” Hoseok’s voice chirped behind you, so you turned your head in time to see the boy bursting into the bedroom unannounced. He’d taken one quick look at you and averted his eyes. “Shit, sorry, didn’t think you were actually in here with someone.” He chuckled, stealing a look in your direction, and then another, until his eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. His eyes first caught the blood stains on the bed then flew up to meet your eyes. His breath caught in his throat when he finally saw who had stolen the attention of his friend.

“Y/N…w-what are you doing?” He stepped fully into the room, coming towards you slowly.

“Well, I was in the neighborhood so, I thought I’d stop by.” You regarded him warily, gripping the blade tighter the closer he got.

As soon as the boy took a few more steps, he finally caught view of the massive wound, and his expression crumpled painfully. “Jesus Christ Y/N. What did you do?! W-Why did you do this?”

The boy tried to swipe the weapon from your hand, but you moved it out of his reach then climbed off of Jungkook and held the blade up in front of you. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me.”

“Okay, okay. Please, let’s just, talk.” His eyes were full of fear and concern, trained on you though they wandered towards Jungkook and the blade you were holding.

“Why should I talk to you? I have no reason to trust any of you. You all lied to me for so long. I SAID BACK UP!” You swung the knife as soon as Hoseok took a step towards you, causing him to stop and hold his palms up toward you warily.

“Listen, you have a right to be upset, but if there were things we never told you, it was only to protect you!”

You scoffed, “To protect me? So chasing me around the forest to the point of miscarriage was for protection? This is all your fault.” You drew in a shaky breath as the boy stared at your belly concealed by the dress.

“Y/N you’re…” Hoseok sighed, becoming antsier the longer the conversation dragged on. Nonetheless, he took a deep breath and spoke in a calm manner, “when did you stop taking your medication?”

“No…”

“Y/N, we can help you, just…” Hoseok lunged for the knife again but you quickly swung and caught his palm, slicing a line across the center. He yelped in pain, keeling forward and holding his injured hand to his chest.

You bolted out of the room and away from the house in a hurry to see Namjoon. No, no no no!

You just needed to see him, and then everything would be fine again.

You made your way to Yong’s house in a daze. You passed by countless witches and caped vigilantes who were all impressed with your commitment to scare as they took in your bloodied appearance and soiled blade in your hand. Someone even took a picture of you, but you didn’t have it in you to engage with them. You just needed to get to Namjoon and see for yourself if he had moved on from what you two had.

It didn’t take you long to reach his neighbor’s house, since Namjoon lived only a couple blocks from Hoseok.

You observed the house from the outside. It was dark, most likely to discourage trick or treaters, but not you. You circled the house, jiggling doors and pulling at windows until you finally found a way in through the kitchen. Sliding into the dimly lit household, you stood still and became part of the quiet that surrounded you, holding even your breath to see if everyone was truly asleep. You didn’t hear a peep, so you began stalking around the first floor, checking ever door.

You had stumbled upon the bathroom and two closets before you let yourself into a child’s bedroom. The walls were lavender and the shaggy rug that lined the small room was a pale pink in the night. A night light shone all kinds of aquatic figures across the walls as the child slept soundly at the center of her princess bed. You walked slowly over to her and leaned across the small bed to get a look at her tiny face burrowed into her pillow. She was adorable, and the fact that she was Namjoon’s was more than enough reason to love her, but she wasn’t yours, and you hated that. You just couldn’t get past it, no matter how cute she was. You frowned and sighed, exiting the room quietly then stopping in the middle of the living room.

You turned to look at the staircase that led upstairs when it occurred to you that they might be upstairs, sharing a bed as two parents might. Your nostrils flared and your breath quickened as you made haste to climb up one stair at a time as quietly as possible.

At the third stair, you finally heard it, a small moan, followed by another and another. Each step you climbed made the sounds more pronounced until it was undeniably the sound of Yong getting pleasured in her bedroom. You pictured Namjoon’s sweaty back, her pale hands clawing at it, her legs wrapped around his waist. Suddenly you heard a small giggle, and you pictured him peppering small kisses on her face that made her ticklish.

You clutched the blade tightly, your entire figure trembling as you reached the second floor. How dare he move on when we’re supposed to be starting a life together!?

You stormed into the bedroom, knocking the door into the adjacent wall with a bang.

“HEY DADDY!” You rubbed your belly as you stared at the lumps under the sheets.

The blonde peaked her head out and screamed as her lover pulled out and fell back onto the bed, regarding you with terrified eyes. He muttered a curse under his breath as he regarded your ghastly appearance while absentmindedly making sure the sheets were covering his genitals.

He wasn’t Namjoon.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house!?” Yong’s husband yelled, looking at his wife and furrowing his eyebrows when he noticed the look of recognition in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his outburst and focusing on her. Her hands shook as they covered her breasts, her gaze wavering.

“Where is he?”

“H-he’s p-probably at the park right now. P-Please just leave. Please.” There was a different kind of fear in her eyes, and as you looked in between her and her husband, you decided to let him be the one to deliver her punishment for getting involved with Namjoon.

You exited their house as quickly as you came, walking in the direction of the park. You were tired, your anger from earlier morphing into desperation to find Namjoon and tell him how you felt.

Part of you wanted to give up and give into your defeated emotions, but you convinced yourself to focus on one step at a time, and on what you would say to him once you finally laid eyes on him.

You only thought of a few things to say before you saw him, sitting alone by the swing set. He was staring down at his feet in deep thought, so much so that he had barely registered you walking towards him. He was sad, too sad to give you a proper greeting, yet somehow his lack of reaction to seeing you hadn’t surprised you.

You decided to sit in the empty swing that hung parallel to his, kicking your feet into the gravel as you swung yourself gently with the little strength you had left.

“I keep asking myself, why didn’t she pick me, but I keep coming up short.” He sighed and buried his head in his hands dejectedly.

When you speak, the sound is so gentle it surprises even you.

“Why does it have to be her? Namjoon, I’d pick you a thousand times over.” You threw your head back and laughed lightly, looking up at the stars above, “In every life, I’d pick you. If I lived as many lives as there are specs in the night sky, it wouldn’t matter. You would always be the one.”

He shot you a melancholic smile, turning to you to take in your appearance for the first time. His gaze wandered from your far off gaze to your hands, noticing the bloodied blade and the massive wound on your wrist that had painted your arm red by now. He frowned, looking into your fading eyes. “Y/N…did you do this for me?” His voice was dripping in pain as you slumped against the chain.

“Namjoon,” You took a moment to draw in a breath but found it harder to find the strength to get your last few words out, “I’d choose you every time, no matter what. So, choose me, just please choose me this one time.”

“I did. I did choose you.” He leaned over to pick you up from the swing and cradled you against his chest as he sat down on the dirt, brushing your hair out of your face with deep sadness painting his features.

You laid against him, giving into the tiredness as you took in your fading surroundings. You looked down at your bloodied arm, seeing the wound for the first time. You brought your hand to your stomach, unable to feel the belly you had been caressing for months. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, until you looked up into the eyes that were crying over you. Jin’s beautiful face was crumpled, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

You brought your hand up weakly to caress his wet cheek. He took your hand in his and squeezed it as you gave him a tired smile. With the peace that overtook you came the answers you had been searching for all along.

You’d had it wrong all along. It was you that hadn’t chosen the right one.

Seokjin held your lifeless body close to him as he wept. He had never felt like more of a child than he had now. He had failed you continuously because he was afraid. You made him want to be brave, but when it mattered the most, he still chose to let you save him instead. As he wiped the tears from his face, he was determined to hang onto the life preserver you had unknowingly offered him.

Jin only allowed himself a few moments to grieve you before he forced himself to put you down and walk away. He knew it was only a matter of time before Namjoon would show up.

Without a backwards glance, the disoriented boy made his way to Hoseok’s house in search of the people that would deem this all worth something.

He was covered in your blood, but everyone he had passed mistook his appearance to be a lazy last-minute costume.

As he crossed the street, his mind wandered back to that fateful night in the dead of summer. He recalled what his friends did to him when he confessed to having let you escape. He could still feel the relentless blows to his body as they took turns beating him nearly half to death. Some punches and kicks were softer than others, but they didn’t stop until he was within an inch of his life. They left him for dead by the lake before going to search for you. He knew they avoided killing him on purpose, which is why he called Jungkook as soon as his memory returned. It was something they did whenever they suspected a member of betraying them, as a form of re-initiation. If you somehow survived, then you deserved a second chance.

Jin wasn’t sure he wanted the second chance, but he felt as if he didn’t have a choice if he wanted to return to life as he knew it back home.

Jungkook had gone the easiest on him, so he felt safe calling him first. He had expected the relief that flooded the younger one’s tone when he heard Jin’s voice on the other end. But what he didn’t expect, were the conditions attached to his return. After Jungkook confided in Namjoon, they decided not to make things easy for him, since he’d deliberately backstabbed them all.

He was only allowed to return home if he finished what they had started that fateful night.

Jin let himself into Hoseok’s house, dragging his feet as he made his way to the living room. The party had thinned out, but the guys remained on the couches as they nursed their drinks and waited for his arrival.

He had expected them to be in their dwarves costumes as they always were every year, but he hadn’t expected someone else to be in your Snow White costume, at least not so soon.

The bubbly princess sat on Jungkook’s lap, staring at him in adoration while he checked his phone in pure boredom.

As Jin came into view, the maknae of the group looked up and smiled serenly, something shifting in his gaze. Jin simply stared back, resisting the shiver that threatened to rack his frame at his resemblance to Namjoon in that moment.

“Did you take care of it?” The boy put his phone away as the rest of his friends turned their attention to Jin, some looking impressed while others looked skeptical.

The tall brunette smiled back at Jungkook in pure irony. He realized the evil he had vowed to dismantle from the inside could never truly be abolished, it would simply take on a new form to survive.

He was a fool for thinking he’d ever be able to win. So, he vowed instead to honor your life by preserving his own.

“Yeah, it’s done.”

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sakura-blossom28 · 4 years ago

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Modern Day Romance

Chapter 5

The date continues! Thinking about doing a small time jump to get their relationship moving! Let me know what you think! Don’t own Naruto

Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4 /

The botanical garden was more magical than Sakura could have ever imagined. Flowers bloomed all over and so many scents mixed in the space, it was a bit overpowering, but they got used to it as they moved through. Everything was sculpted into different abstract shapes. Sakura had never seen so many flowers at once. They walked around in silence for a bit getting lost in observing the flowers.

Soon they found a different type of arrangement of cacti off to the side. Gaara seemed to have noticed them and headed right over to them but still made sure that Sakura was with him. His eyes scanned all the different potted plants in front of them, there actually was excitement in his eyes. Sakura thought he looked like a kid in a candy shop. She remembered that Gaara had some cacti in one of his pictures on the dating app.

“You really like them right?” Sakura finally asked. Gaara slowly turned his eyes towards her and she smiled gently. He started to blush a bit and Sakura found that so cute.

“Sorry, yeah, I guess you could say I’m obsessed with them. I got into gardening and desert plants when I was in school,” Gaara said as he put his hands in his pockets, “It was part of my rehabilitation while I was in high school.”

He turned back towards the plants, but Sakura knew he was waiting to see her reaction. She could ask a million questions but decided against it. It would be so rude of Sakura to question his past when this was the first day, and she felt that she would come off as judgemental towards him and that’s the last thing she felt. But she risked asking one question.

“Are you healthy now since then?” she asked while turning to look at the plants like Gaara. He took a few minutes to answer.

“I had a messed up past, but with the help of that school and my siblings, I can say that I am not the same person I was back then and have no desire to be how I was. So yes, for years I’ve been healthy and now I help people who were like me,” Gaara said with clear pride in his voice. Sakura slid closer to him so that their arms were touching.

“You being healthy is all that matters,” she said looking up into his eyes, “So mister cactus expert, tell me about that one.” Sakura pointed at a small potted cactus that had a small orange flower on top of it, but the flower hadn’t bloomed yet. Gaara followed her finger to see which cactus she wanted to know about. He chuckled when he looked at it.

“That’s a cactus and that’s its stomata. It doesn’t bloom during the day to conserve water. Normally plants open their flowers during the day for the process of photosynthesis, but they open during the night to conserve water.”

“Oh, well that’s less exciting than I thought,” Sakura half grumbled to herself, “Tell me more!”

Gaara seemed taken aback by her general interest in the plants around them. The rest of the time Gaara led them around and talked about all the pants that he knew. He was so invested in what he was talking about that he didn’t notice when Sakura slipped her arm through his and they walked around the rest of the gardens just like that. Sakura was very much enjoying hearing Gaara talk about what he was clearly passionate about. For thinking they would be awkward the majority of the date, all their stress melted off of them.

Gaara was in the middle of discussing a particularly rare desert flower to Sakura when his phone started ringing. Sighing Gaara went to pull his cellphone out. Sakura wanting to give him some privacy, she slipped out his arm, but before she could get too far he reached out his hand to take hers to keep her close. He had turned away to answer the call, but Sakura could see that the back of his neck was bright pink. She laughed to herself about this but turned in the opposite direction to give him a little bit of privacy. He finally hung up the phone and gave a light squeeze to her hand to tell her that he was done.

“I guess we lost track of time,” he said and showed Sakura the time of 5:15 pm on his phone. They had been walking and talking for about three hours and it felt like nothing to either of them.

“This may seem weird and feel free to say no, but my sister is a designer and has a fashion show tonight, and she just called to remind me. Would you be interested to go? I’m not sure if you’re busy or not-” but Sakura stopped him by squeezing his hand and laughed when she noticed that he was rubbing the back of his head similarly as how she did herself when she was embarrassed.

“Gaara I’d love to go with you. I don’t want this date to end yet.” The look of relief in his eyes was so visible. It was nice to see how Sakura wasn’t the only one who was enjoying her time and that he was clearly into her too.

Gaara had failed to mention exactly who his sister was. When he offered to drive them so Sakura could drop off her car at home, he filled her in on a few more facts about his older siblings and what they do for a living. Temari being the center of attention tonight it did not take her long to figure out that the brand that his sister designed for is Tee. An extremely high-end fashion line that was the closest thing to couture that was available to the common people. Ino and Sakura had always admired Tee’s designs and wished they had a reason to wear these beautiful clothes.

“You know I’m freaking out on the inside right?”

“I think you’ll be fine.”

Now that Ino had moved away to the city she had every reason to wear these clothes. Sakura always browsed online and had the fashion magazine Shukaku sent to her home, she loved these clothes so much. (Gaara made no comment that this particular magazine was almost run by him.)

Gaara pulled his sleek black car (a company car) up to the valet of the abandoned building. He explained that Temari got a kick of making the other couture designers squirm and picked the creepiest places to showcase a new line of clothes. Gaara nodded to the valet who seemed to recognize him as they made their way inside. He reassured Sakura that they were perfectly dressed in their casual clothes, “No one is going to be looking at us anyway.”

The inside of the building was completely redone in order to house this fashion show. It looked exactly as Sakura had seen on TV; a long white catwalk that went into the audience, large black curtains on the sides to hide the upcoming models. On each curtain were large TV’s showing Temari’s previous works. These were photos from different photo-shoots that Sakura could remember seeing online and in her fashion magazines. As Gaara lead her to their seats on the side, a familiar face popped up on the screen.

There Gaara was twenty feet up in the air posing in Temari’s clothes. It was a fitted three-piece suit in a blood-red color that matched perfectly with his hair, making his teal eyes pop. Sakura’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. She had never seen this photo anywhere before and she would remember. The look in his eyes was mesmerizing, they were hard but drew you in any way that you couldn’t look away. Gaara finally looked up because Sakura had become so quiet.

“Oh, she didn’t! I specifically told her never to use these pictures,” Gaara grumbled mostly to himself as he pulled out of his phone, probably to tell off his sister. Sakura noticed that he was scowling and blushing at the same time.

“I didn’t know you modeled Gaara,” Sakura said as she tried to focus on a spot on the floor and not keep drooling over the screen.

“Technically I’m not, but my siblings love to drag me into their business. Temari knows she can push me around and I won’t crack like the models do when she yells at them for making her clothes look bad. And my brother hates working with the models too.”

“You’re very good at it. But I do prefer you as you are now,” Sakura said not being able to look at him. Gaara seemed to relax next to her and Sakura peeked a glance at him. There was a gentle smile on his face as he was avoiding her gaze as well. They sat there like two blushing fools as the room around them started filling up. Sakura finally relaxed enough that she got comfortable in her seat to sit closer to Gaara.

As she took in the room she failed to notice a man in his 30’s sit next to her. He was not much to look at, but his ego oozed out of him. Checking Sakura out, he was about to strike up a conversation with the young woman, but a long toned arm wrapped around her shoulders. When Sakura leaned into Gaara’s touch she did not notice the battle that was going above her head. Gaara stared daggers into the man’s eyes. The man went pale and decided to change his seat before the show started. He did not want to cross a man with eyes like that.

Ch 6

#Sabaku No Gaara #gaasaku #gaara x sakura #Sakura Haruno #temari #dating au #modern au #My writing #Ino Yamanaka

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hotforharrison · 5 years ago

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The 5 Misadventures of Jessica Drew (+1 Adventure)

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Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: When you meet Tom Holland, you have the worst luck on what’s supposed to be your best day ever.

Word Count: 3,042

Warnings: Smut and language

A/N: This is for the @unholyhaz and @spidey-waffles11 Milestone Celebration Writing Challenge! My prompt was “Stop laughing at me!”

Misadventure #1: Slice of Life

It was starting to sink in that you were about to meet Tom Holland for the first time, and you had no idea what you were going to say or do. Most likely act like a lovestruck idiot, but he was probably used to that.

You were wearing your Spider-woman cosplay for the event, and it definitely accentuated your best assets. There was no shame in wanting to look good for your biggest crush.

When you finally approached him, you nervously handed your photo to him to get your autograph.

“It’s the lovely Jessica Drew!”

You were a bit surprised he knew the identity behind your Spider-woman cosplay.

“And the even lovelier Peter Parker!” And god, was he ever lovely. The videos you’d seen did not do the man justice.

“The British Peter Parker and American Jessica Drew,” he mused.

“But you’re a whole lot better at faking it than I am,” you commented.

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’re not that bad.”

“I can assure you that I’m bloody rubbish at it, darling,” you couldn’t help but say in your best, but you knew still godawful, British accent.

You hadn’t really planned on embarrassing yourself, but this whole thing wasn’t going exactly how you’d envisioned it.

He laughed brightly, though, and that was worth it. You could watch and listen to him laugh all day.

“Maybe you are, but I’m sure you have other talents,” he teased.

“I might have some hidden up my sleeve,” you commented, mysteriously.

You watched as he made eye contact with you with those gorgeous brown eyes, your heart thumping faster in your chest. He flipped the photo over to quickly write something down on the back before he handed it back to you.

“Shit!” You hissed as the photo sliced into your thumb.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Just a papercut. I’ll survive! Anyway, thanks!” you told him.

“Any time, darling,” he said, smiling at you.

You smiled back and walked away. He even called you ‘darling.’ You were on cloud nine, and very curious what he’d written on the back.

You took a deep breath and flipped it over to find a hotel name, room number and 8pm.

Was he propositioning you? Why else would someone invite you to a hotel room in the evening?

There had to be other possibilities that weren’t just you being overly optimistic, right?

You weren’t sure what to think.

Misadventure #2: Lovestruck

You immediately headed back to your own hotel room to change into something that wasn’t your Spider-woman cosplay.

After contemplating your sadly limited options, you decided on a floral blouse and a pair of leggings. You wanted something cute, but casual.

Erring on the side of optimistic caution, you stopped by a pharmacy to grab a box of condoms to put in your handbag.

No matter how much you wanted him, and that was most definitely a lot, you didn’t want to leave with anything that you hadn’t come with.

Then, you headed to his hotel so you’d arrive about 10 minutes early. You made your way slowly down the halls to the room number he’d given you and waited outside the door.

After your phone reached 8:00, you nervously knocked and waited, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You knocked again a few minutes later. No answer.

You played on your phone for a while, taking up some time. Maybe he’d been in the shower and hadn’t heard you.

With one last knock when it hit 8:30, you sighed and walked toward the elevators, shoulders slumped and feeling down.

It was apparently too good to be true.

When you were about to turn the corner, someone ran into you and knocked you to the floor, pain blossoming across your cheek.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m so sorry,” you heard a male British accent tell you, and it couldn’t be?

You looked up, and it was Tom. You hadn’t been stood up.

“Jessica Drew!” he said in recognition until he saw the bruise blooming on your cheek. “Oh my god, I just assaulted you. Shit, are you alright?”

You fell into a fit of giggles at how ridiculous this was.

“Stop laughing at me!” he complained, but started laughing himself.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” you eventually told him.

“I was running late, and I was in a rush to get back here to see you before you left thinking I was a dick,” he explained.

“That’s really sweet of you,” you said. “You caught me just in time. I was about to leave.”

“Let me go grab you some ice, and we can head back to my room,” he suggested.

Misadventure #3: I’ve Got My Eye On You

You waited inside Tom’s room while he went to get you some ice for your cheek, going to the bathroom to check your face in the mirror.

It was definitely going to bruise, but you honestly didn’t mind. Spending time with him was entirely worth a bruise.

The door opened, and Tom returned, coming into the bathroom to grab a washcloth to wrap the ice in. He handed it to you.

You placed it against your cheek, hissing at the soreness of the contact and cold.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he told you, guilt apparent across his face.

“I’m okay,” you reassured him.

“Let me show you a good time to make up for it?” he asked.

Your heart started pounding in your chest. You swallowed. “What did you have in mind?”

“I invited you to my hotel room. What do you think?” he teased, eyes glinting mischievously.

“I don’t know. Maybe some Bible study?” you joked.

“Well, I’m definitely hoping to hear at least a few ‘oh god’s by the time tonight’s over.” He ran a finger down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its trail.

You gasped. So, he was propositioning you. That was something you could definitely get on board with. A bruise and a papercut were so worth this.

He took the ice from your hand and placed it on the vanity. “Is it alright if I kiss you, sweetheart?”

You nodded, probably too eagerly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Tom fucking Holland wanted to kiss you.

“Come on,” he said, taking you by the hand to lead you to sit on the edge of the bed with him.

You turned to look at his handsome face, your eyes meeting his. Instead of waiting for him to close the gap, you kissed him, shutting your eyes when your lips pressed together.

From there, he took the lead.

His tongue made its way past your parted lips and ran across your teeth. You let him in and brushed your tongue against his, exploring each other’s mouths.

The kiss turned from unhurried to heated rather quickly, one of his hands cupping your breast through your top while the other slipped under the hem of your top to brush against the bare small of your back.

You moved down onto your knees in front of him, pushing his legs apart to make space for you between them. You popped the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper, eagerly freeing his erection from the confines of his boxers.

He was slightly above average in size with a nice curve that you already knew would hit your g-spot just right when he fucked you. And god, he was going to fuck you. Maybe even more than once. Your life was awesome.

You wrapped your hand around the base and took the head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. His precum was bitter on your tongue, but you didn’t mind. You took him as deep as you could, gagging slightly.

He moaned when you did that. You took his hand and put it on the back of your head.

"Want me to fuck your mouth, love?" he asked.

You nodded vigorously.

"Whatever the lady wants," he agreed.

You let go of his dick with your hand and let him take over.

He tangled his fingers in your hair and started tentatively thrusting into your mouth, gradually going deeper and faster.

You noticed he seemed to enjoy it the most when you gagged slightly, so you encouraged him to do that, to take what he wanted.

It wasn't long before he pulled out of your mouth and began cumming on your face in spurts, while you watched his face as he climaxed, rapt. You’d always wanted to see him fall apart like that, and it didn’t disappoint.

You realized too late that you'd made a mistake. His cum got in your eye, and dammit, that burned. Involuntary tears streamed down your face at the sting.

"Are you alright?" he asked, after he glanced down at you, concern apparent across his face. "Did I accidentally touch your cheek?"

"No, just got cum in my eye. I should have closed them, but I wanted to watch you," you admitted.

"Oh, darling," he said, pulling you into a hug. "You're not having the best luck today, are you?"

"Well, I am here with you. I assure you that's entirely worth the little mishaps."

He chuckled. "Let me take care of you now and make it even better."

Misadventure #4: A Breath of Fresh Air

Tom retrieved a damp washcloth from the bathroom and gently wiped your face clean while you sat on the edge of the bed again, careful with your cheek.

“There, that’s better,” he said after he was finished.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, playing with the hem of your top.

“Definitely,” you replied.

He undressed you unhurriedly, fingers brushing teasingly against the newly bare skin.

When you were finally naked, he quickly took off his own clothes, not making a show of it.

You were glad because you wanted him badly, and you weren’t in the mood to wait.

“Now, lie down, and I’ll make you feel good,” he told you.

You didn’t have to be told twice, lying down at the top of the bed. He joined you.

His lips were soon back on yours while he palmed one of your breasts, toying with your already hardened nipple.

The feeling went straight to your core, and you rubbed your thighs together automatically.

You broke the kiss. “Please,” you begged against his lips.

“Do you want my mouth or my hand first?” he asked quietly.

“Would you talk dirty to me if I picked your hand?” you requested.

“I can do that,” he agreed.

You spread your legs while his hand slid down your stomach to brush over your mons. His fingers slipped between your folds, and you whimpered.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he commented. “You’re fucking soaked, too. Did sucking me off really turn you on that much?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’re extremely hot.”

He chuckled. “I might have been told that a time or two, yeah. You’re still talking in complete sentences, though. We definitely can’t have that.”

You moaned when he pushed two fingers inside you while his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles around it while he moved his fingers in and out.

“Nice and tight for me, too. You’re going to feel like heaven around my dick. I’ll fuck you into the mattress, until you forget everything but my name. Would you like that, love?”

“Yeah,” you told him, a bit breathlessly. “Please.”

“Nope, you don’t get my dick until you cum for me first.”

“Can you faster?” you whined.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he said, but his thumb sped up a bit regardless, and he pressed a third finger into you.

His fingers curved up to brush against your g-spot every few thrusts, and it felt amazing. No one had ever made you feel this good before, and he was just using his hand to pleasure you. You hadn’t even had his mouth or his dick yet.

“God, Tom,” you moaned, grabbing his free hand and interlacing your fingers with his.

“Love the way you say my name, sweetheart, “ he commented. “Are you going to cum on my fingers?”

“Almost there, Tom,” you said, wanting to please him.

Your orgasm hit you, and it was intense. You called out his name repeatedly.

He fucked you roughly with his fingers, and the worst possible thing you could think of at the moment happened. You farted, loudly and unmistakably.

You immediately let go of his hand and covered your face with both of your hands. Your hand pressed against your wounded cheek, making you cry out in pain.

You could tell he tried to suppress it, but he started laughing and couldn’t seem to stop.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned, hiding your face still. “I can leave if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to go anywhere. Really, don’t worry about it. It happens,” he eventually said after he calmed down.

“I’m so embarrassed,” you told him.

He moved your hands away from your face and kissed you lightly.

“You still want to keep going?” you asked.

“Only if you do,” he responded.

“Yeah, I do,” you said.

You were pretty sure you’d regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t actually have sex with him, bad luck be damned.

Misadventure #5: Ride ‘Em Cowgirl

“I’ll be right back.” You went over to your purse to grab a strip of condoms.

“I think you have more faith in my stamina than I do,” he said, chuckling.

“Just being prepared in case.” You tore one off the strip and rolled it down his erection. “Can I ride you?”

He nodded. “Be my guest.”

You climbed on top of him and positioned him against your entrance, then slowly sank down until your bodies were flush. You paused to adjust. “God, Tom, you’re so big inside me.”

“You’re fucking tight and hot. I can tell you’re wet, too. Wish I could feel it,” he commented.

“With the luck I’m having today, we’d somehow both end up with gonoherpasyphilaids, and a baby in 9 months.” You were only half-joking.

He laughed. “I wasn’t suggesting barebacking. It’s important to be safe.”

You started moving your hips up and down unhurriedly, enjoying the feeling of him brushing your g-spot as you moved.

After letting you set the pace for a while, he started thrusting up into you faster, grabbing your hips to pull you down harder.

You head dropped back as you loudly moaned, meeting his thrusts.

“God, I’m getting close,” you told him.

His fingers moved up to find your clit, collecting some of your wetness before rubbing it with a single fingertip, fucking you faster and harder.

You quickly climaxed again, all uninterrupted pleasure this time, toes curling and nails digging into his skin. It was everything you’d hoped the first orgasm you’d had with him would be.

“Stop, too much,” you told him after you came down, and he stilled.

“Can we try reverse cowgirl now?” he asked, breathing a bit hard.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

You started to crawl around to face away from him and fell off the bed instead, your side thudding very painfully on the hard floor.

“Fuck, are you alright?” he asked.

“This is the worst best day ever,” you groaned into the floor.

He climbed down next to you and helped you to your feet again.

You hissed in pain, tears dripping down your cheeks, when he grabbed your left wrist.

“Let me see,” he said, looking at your wrist. “I hate to tell you this, darling, but I think it’s broken. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”

You sighed, sniffling. “Not really, but do I have much of a choice?”

“No,” he told you. “I’m going to have to insist. I couldn’t in good conscience let you leave without making sure you get it looked at.”

“If you’re not busy, can I have a do over at some point tomorrow? The fucking me into the mattress thing? I want that.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed. “I don’t want you to remember me as the worst sex you’ve ever had.”

Adventure #1: A Do-Over

The hospital wasn’t fun, but Tom remained by your side the entire time, and was even sweeter than you’d imagined him being.

Now, it was time for your do-over.

Your wrist, in its new cast, was carefully placed above your head out of immediate reach as Tom positioned himself on top of you, at the center of the bed where you were unlikely to fall off.

He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly until he bottomed out, eyes focused on your face.

“Feeling alright?” he asked.

“I’m good,” you replied, “but I’d be better if you moved.”

His thrusts went from slow and gentle to quick and rough in increments, fueled by the noises you were making and desperate pleas.

“I’m so close.” You reached your free hand down between your bodies to get yourself the rest of the way there. He moved it away and used his own fingers to rub your clit in small circles to the pace of his thrusts.

“Tom, I’m going to-” Your climax hit you hard, pleasure coursing through your entire body from head to toes. You cried out his name between moans.

He plowed into you, chasing his own orgasm. With a last few erratic thrusts, he spilled into the condom, your name on his lips.

Once you had both come down from your highs, he carefully withdrew and walked over to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

“Do you cuddle?” you asked hopefully as he returned.

“I love to cuddle,” he said, lying back down and tugging you close to him, careful of your arm.

“Thank you for the do-over,” you told him. “That was what I’d been hoping for.”

“You know, I still haven’t eaten you out,” he pointed out. “I wouldn’t want to deny you the full experience.”

“Do we have time?” you asked.

“I don’t fly out until tomorrow night,” he replied. “We have plenty of time for me to see how much I can make you cum in 36 hours.”

You grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

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elusive---ivory · 5 years ago

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The Woman In Velvet pt 11

Sorry for such a long wait!! I was sick all weekend and still haven't felt any better. I hope you guys enjoy this part!! Part 12 will be out probably next week.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNING: Violence, and Randall

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Taglist:

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Sandy stayed up all night, listening to Arthur laughing. She sat in a stool in his apartment, nearly falling asleep.

"Shut up!" The neighbours yelled.

Sandy hopped off the stool and walked over to the couch. Arthur held her close, laughing into her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, humming a sweet tune.

It wasn't until 5 am that Arthur's laughter subsided. Sandy fell asleep on Arthur's chest, gently calming the small hiccups or gulps he had sitting in his throat. Her boss was gonna be pissed, but Sandy couldn't care less. She felt like a different person. She felt like a bird flying out of its cage. She wanted to hold onto that feeling.

Sandy woke up to beams of light shining on her face. The mid morning sun shined through Arthur's thin curtains. Arthur walked in on Sandy waking up.

"Good morning, darling." Arthur smirked.

Sandy groaned. "It's morning? Ugh, fuck."

Sandy was barely dressed. She fell asleep, wearing a very proactive nightgown.

"Don't worry. I'm heading out to see Penny." Arthur spat out the name 'Penny.'

"Penny, huh?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah." Arthur's eyes darted over to Sandy.

Sandy felt slightly intimidated by his stare, but it didn't seem to effect her either. "I wonder how she's going to react. You have the right to be mad at her. She's put you through so much shit." She said, rubbing her eyes.

"You're right, Sandy." Arthur smirked. "You know, I'm going on the Murray Franklin Show tonight."

"I know, and I'm gonna be there. Just for you." Sandy leaned over kissing Arthur's cheek.

Arthur smiled. "I should really get going now. I have to pay Penny a visit."

Sandy smiled, watching Arthur walk off. She took a deep sigh and laid there. Slowly, her eyes closed, and went back to sleep. She woke up again to the telephone ringing. She turned around, ignoring the phone.

"Mr. Fleck. We regret to inform you that your mother, Penny Fleck, has passed away at 10:30 this morning. We were told that you were just here visiting, but we're not entirely sure that's true. If you could call us back, we would greatly appreciate."

Her attention was immediately grabbed by the message. It had only been a hour or two since he left to see her. Sandy walked over to the kitchen, replaying the message to see if it was really true.

Arthur walked in through the door. He had on a new red suit that Sandy hadn't seen before.

"Hey, Arthur, did you hear about-" Sandy was cut off by Arthur's lips. Arthur gracefully lifted her up on the kitchen counter. Sandy looked back at Arthur, forgetting her focus. She gulped. "You got a new suit?"

Arthur smirked. "I have to look presentable on TV."

"Did you hear about Penny?" Sandy asked.

Arthur's hand ran up Sandy's thigh, tugging at the end of her nightgown. "I did. We should celebrate." He leaned closer to her neck.

Sandy pushed Arthur gently away. "I should get dressed."

Arthur frowned as she pushed away, but obliged anyway.

"I might go down to the store. We need some more food, since we only have crumbs left to spare in the fridge." Sandy called from the bedroom.

"Ok. I'll be practicing my act. If you could while you're at the store, get me some green hair dye." Arthur called back.

Sandy walked through the door. She tilted her head slightly. "Why green?" Sandy asked.

"Why not?" Arthur replied.

Sandy smiled. "Alright, TV star. I'll get your hair dye." She giggled, putting on her jacket.

Arthur smiled at her. "I love you." He said, kissing Sandy's cheek.

She smirked, walking out the door. "I love you too. I'll see you in ten, Artie."

Sandy walked back into Arthur's apartment with food, drinks, and a box of clover green hair dye. She looked over at Arthur on the couch. His head was hung over the couch as well as his arms. Sandy walked over to him, looking down at his silly figure.

"I'm back." Sandy said, leaning down kissing Arthur's forehead.

Arthur smiled widely. "I see that. Did you get it?"

"I did." Sandy snickered, handing Arthur the box of dye.

Arthur eyed the dye as he walked towards the bathroom. He had carefully peeled off the suit, placing it on the bedside table. He was left with nothing on, but his pair of tightie whities.

Sandy raised her eyebrow looking at him, looking at him through the bathroom door. She turned on the radio. 'That's Life' by Frank Sinatra started playing through the speakers of the old radio. Sandy sat on the bed smoking a freshly lit cigarette.

She saw Arthur dancing around in his underwear in the bathroom mirror. Sandy giggled to herself.

Arthur walked out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, looking at himself in the vanity. He took a large brush and dipped it in white paint, then stroking the brush on his face, making it a silky white color.

Sandy sat on the bed beside him. "You look so mysterious." She said, dreamily.

Arthur smirked, turning to face her. Arthur's smirk soon turned into a well displaced frown as he heard the door buzzing.

"Want me to get it?" Sandy asked, getting off the bed.

"No, no. I got it." Arthur sighed, getting off his seat. "Coming." He yelled.

Sandy noticed as Arthur got up, he had placed something in his pocket. She walked out of the bedroom, following him carefully to the door.

Two men stood at the door. One guy was extremely large. The other was extremely small. Both seemed to be a very odd pair.

"Oh, hey guys. Come on in." Arthur greeted the two guys with ease.

Sandy, on the other hand, stood nervously in the kitchen entranceway, smiling at the two men.

"Did you get a new gig, Arthur?" The small man asked, as he walked towards the door.

"Nah." Arthur responded, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"You must be headed down to that rally at city hall." The big man said, following the little man.

"Oh, is that today?" Arthur asked, as he closed and locked the door behind them.

The big man whistled at Sandy. "Damn, Art. I didn't know you had company."

Sandy rolled her eyes.

Arthur turned his head over at Sandy. "Oh, yeah. Guys, this is Sandy. Sandy meet Gary and Randall. They worked with me at Haha's."

"Very nice to meet you, Sandy." The little man, known as Gary, said, smiling up at her.

Sandy smiled, kneeling down to his level. "It's a pleasure to meet both of you." She walked back into the kitchen.

The fat man, Randall, checked her out as she did so.

"So, what's with the makeup?" Randall asked.

Arthur looked over at Sandy, before taking a puff of his cigarette. "My mom died. I'm celebrating." Arthur responded.

"Yeah, well, that's why we stopped by. We figured you needed some cheering up." Randall gestured over to Gary, who was holding a bottle of wine wrapped up in a brown paper bag.

"Aww, that's sweet." Arthur said, smiling slightly. "But, nah. I feel good. I feel a lot better now. I stopped taking my medication, and Sandy has really helped me a lot" Arthur chuckled.

"Huh. Okay, that's good for you, I guess." Randall said, not really giving a damn.

Randall cleared his throat for a second before continuing to talk.

"So, I don't know if you heard, but the cops have been around the shop lately. Ya know, asking questions about the subway killings." Randall said, eyeing Arthur's behavior.

"They didn't talk to me." Gary said, confused.

"That's because the suspect was a regular sized person. If it was a fucking midget, you'd be in jail by now." Randall said, shrugging at Gary.

Arthur made a disturbing laugh. Sandy looked over at Arthur from the kitchen. "Wait, why would they come to your shop for suspects?" Sandy asked.

Randall looked over at her. "Because the suspect was a clown, dumbass. Haven't you seen the news?"

"Excuse me for fucking asking." Sandy mumbled.

"Anyway, Hoyt said they talked to you. And now, they're looking for me. I just want to know what you said. Make sure our stories line up, ya know. Seeing as your my boy." Randall kept talking.

Sandy saw Arthur drew the scissors out of his pocket. Her eyes grew wide. Her heartbeat felt loud in her chest.

Arthur nodded. "Yup, that makes a lot of sense. Thank you, Randall. Thank you so much."

Arthur lunged the scissors in Randall's throat.

Sandy fell to the ground hiding under the kitchen counter. She covered her mouth, not making a sound whilst crying silently.

Gary was screaming at the top of his lungs, witnessing Arthur stab Randall in the eye, then proceeding to slamming Randall's head into the hallway wall.

Sandy closed her eye, biting her thumb. The noises were too much to handle.

"Why would you do that Arthur?" Gary said, still crying and shivering in the corner.

Sandy held her knees tightly to her chest, still crying silently. She bit her lip barely paying attention to the brief interaction going on in the background. She looked up, seeing Arthur give Gary a kiss on the head before shutting the door.

Arthur walked over to Sandy, sitting down next to her on the kitchen floor.

Sandy was quiet for a moment. She took a deep breath. She sat there, looking away from Arthur. Sandy had a feeling about Arthur. She didn't want it to be true, yet she knew all along.

Arthur sat there staring at her, grabbing her hand, and holding it in his lap.

"It was you wasn't it?" Sandy said, coolly. "That gun wasn't a prop."

"Yeah." Arthur whispered back.

Sandy's mouth twitched into a smile. Her smile turned into a laugh. Her tears followed with her laughter.

Arthur's smile grew wide. His eyes dilated. He held her close, laughing with her.

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candyheartharry · 5 years ago

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Fall Apart - Part 1

Hiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!! Sorry it took me literally ages to even get the first part written, but she’s here, and she’s ready, and she has a growing playlist for the whole series which you can listen to here if you know a song that fits the vibe send it my way so I can add it to the list ✨Once again thank you to the lovely @yessii-i for the request that started it all and @calssunflower who was kind enough to ask to be tagged, you’re both gems thanks for the love 💘(also if you wanna be tagged in upcoming parts of the series just let me know!!) PART II

You read somewhere once that whenever you meet someone new, there’s either and instant connection or an instant disconnection, but never really believed it fully until the day you met him. You’d heard of him before, both in his career and in his personal life, due to the fact you both shared friends who worked together, so in a way everything was almost inevitable.

After the initial first time meeting him, he soon turned into the person who kept showing up everywhere. You had gone from only ever hearing about him through people you both knew, to as soon as you were both properly introduce you were suddenly seeing him nearly every time you turned around. It started with the realization he had stepped in line behind you at the grocery store, where he gave a quick, “Oh, hi, nice to see you,” after only just meeting him the night before. Then a quick hello again at a party at a friend’s house where you both spent the evening with different groups of people and only saw each other for a second in the kitchen. Once again in passing as you’re walking across the parking lot into a bookstore, and he’s walking back to his car the next row over with his most recent purchase tucked under this arm and an iced coffee in his hand that he uses to wave at you with after you get his attention by calling his name. There was once you both had the chance to say hello as you held the door open for him and his friends as you were on your way home for the night from a showing your friend had at an art gallery in town, but it only ever just seemed to be ‘hello’ and nothing more. It had almost turned into an unspoken game between the two of you, how long would it take to accidentally run into each other in this town that shouldn’t feel so small.

“I’m pretty sure this is like, the sixteenth time we’ve ran into each other in the past two weeks, I promise I’m not stalking you,” you suddenly hear a voice say while you’re sitting by yourself in the café of the bookstore you both evidently frequented, drawing your attention away from the book you were reading. Who else would it be standing beside your table, but Calum, with an iced coffee much like before and another book tucked under his arm.

“Don’t worry about it, if you were stalking me I feel like you’d be less obvious about it,” you say with a smile which he returned just as quickly. Even though you had really only ever been introduced once, and the most you had said to each other was general pleasantries to say hi and be polite, something drew you to ask him to stay so you could actually have a conversation with him for once. “Would you like to sit, or are you on your way out?” you ask, nodding to the empty chair across from you. He hesitates for a moment, “Are you sure, I don’t mean to bother you and interrupt.” You push the chair out from under the table a little with your foot, “If it was a bother, I wouldn’t suggest.”

He gently smiles and takes the seat while he sets his coffee on the table as you use your receipt to mark your place in the book and leave it closed in front of you. As you do so, his eyes are drawn to the cover, and half a smile finds its way across his face.

“I swear to god, I am not stalking you,” he says with a laugh, taking his own book out from under his arm and placing it in front of him on the table like yours.

“Oh my god, did we just buy the same book? Why are you buying a book on dream interpretation?” you reply, starting to laugh yourself.

“It seemed interesting! Why are you buying a book about dream interpretation?” he replies with a smile, shrugging his shoulders in defense.

“If I’m being honest, I had a dream an ex of mine was engaged and I wanted to know why it bothered me since I literally haven’t wanted to speak to him for the better half of two years now. Honestly, I’d rather have dreams about my teeth falling out,” you reply before taking a sip from your bottle of water.

“Well, if I have any weird dreams you’re now the first person I’m gonna have to tell about them,” he says, mirroring your actions and reaching for his own coffee.

It was casual, and really just meant to be part of the conversation, but something behind it felt a little like a promise.

Eventually over the next few months, accidentally running into each other had turned into planning to see each other, whether that meant texting to check in to see that the other was going to also be attending a mutual friend’s party, offering to drop off something for lunch to the other’s workplace when one of you didn’t have enough time to go out during a break, or deciding to join them on a late night drive through run when suddenly it was almost 1:00 AM and French fries sounded like the best thing in the world. It was one of these late night conversations centered around a paper bag full of fries, two milkshakes, and the largest strawberry lemonade you could get your hands on that you think you really became friends with him.

“Do you need to go home soon? If you’re tired I can drop you off,” he asks during one pause in the conversation.

“No, I’m fine, unless you’re getting tired, then I don’t mind going home if you need to leave,” you reply, noticing the clock in his car is reading closer to 2:30 AM than you realized, but he shakes his head.

“Honestly, I haven’t consistently gone to sleep at a reasonable hour for probably like, two or three years now. I usually just chill in my backyard, maybe try to work on a song or something. I’ve tried just about every herbal tea I can get my hands on and I tried reading until I got tired, but then I was just finishing a bunch of books and still never really sleeping,” he continues.

“So now you just secretly want to throw off my sleep schedule, too, so you can have someone to talk to when you’re up all hours of the night, right?” you joke with him, to which he shrugs.

“I mean I’m not gonna lie, if you’re already awake it’s convenient, but it’s not like it’s intentional or anything,” he replies.

In the quiet darkness of his car, it’s easy to get caught up looking at him; how he absentmindedly nods his head with the beat of whatever songs play off his phone, how he’s angled just ever so slightly in the driver’s seat to be turned just a little towards you, how his elbow is almost touching your knee as a result of the way your legs are folded up in your seat. If you had noticed at the right times in the conversation, you would’ve noticed he’d been looking at you the same way, taking in how he thought your features looked nice in the distant glow of the streetlight across the parking lot, how you keep your hands folded around your bended knee when you aren’t eating, the way you always look up when a car passes by. Maybe he was thinking that falling asleep next to you might help him sleep for once, but maybe that was something he was trying to push out of his mind since the idea interrupted his train of thought during the conversation earlier.

“Did I ever tell you why I moved out here in the first place?” you say after finishing up your strawberry lemonade, unknowingly interrupt his thinking.

“No, I don’t think so, as far as I know you were always just here,” he says.

“I was feeling really stuck is probably the best way to put it. I was feeling like if I didn’t change something soon, I was going to be stuck doing the same thing, in the same place, with the same people I had always been stuck with for the rest of my life. It was just an overwhelming feeling that ‘something’s gotta give’ you know? So I quit my stable job, broke up with my stable boyfriend, and within a month I was out here, without a single person I knew,” you told him. For some reason tonight you were feeling a little lost in nostalgia, and couldn’t quite put your finger on why.

You had been looking out the passenger window as you were telling him this, and you still don’t really know why you started saying it in the first place, but when you look over you meet his eyes. You could see in his face he knew the feeling you meant, when everything should be fine, but nothing seemed to feel right.

“Sometimes you’ve just got to fall apart before you can fall back together, I think,” he says after a moment. There was a sincerity behind it that told you he was in the falling back together of his own story, and maybe that he was willing to be part of the falling back together in your own.

“I’m sorry, I made this weird,” you reply, breaking his gaze to look back out the window, the eye contact suddenly becoming too much for you.

“Hey,” he says in a gentle voice to encourage you to look back at him. Once you do, he continues. “It’s not weird to tell your friends about something that’s not superficial. Usually I’m the one who keeps to myself whenever some deep shit’s on my mind.”

“Wow, imagine that, Calum Hood: having deep shit on his mind that he won’t share with anyone,” you tease lightheartedly to bring some life back to the mood before it gets too deeply rooted in suddenly being complex and emotional, and just as according to your plan, this makes him laugh.

“Hey! I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am innocent in this situation, I have done nothing wrong,” he replies in his defense. You can’t help but notice the way his eyes crinkled and his whole face lit up when he laughed is a look you haven’t seen from him before, but it’s quickly a look you want to see again. And again, and again, and again.

“So is this boyfriend you broke up with the same one you had a dream got engaged, or is that somebody different?” he asks to change the subject as he reaches for more fries from the shared bag between you, sensing it was getting a little too close to being about himself for his liking.

“No, it’s the same one. Which is why I was so confused in the first place that the dream bothered me so much, like I’m the one who left him, so why did this dream make me start second guessing myself?” you replied, “Like I genuinely haven’t kept up with him since I moved out here, but all the sudden I was worried I made the wrong choice, which didn’t make sense to me. I mean, I haven’t dated anybody since then, so even though I was emotionally checked out of the relationship for a while, does part of my subconscious or something still think it was too risky of a move to just call it off like that?”

He’s silent for a moment, because in all honesty, he’s just not too sure what to say.

“I’m very much over it, but I also very much think love sucks,” you say breaking the silence.

“That’s a statement I can get behind,” he starts after a sip of his milkshake, “I avoid it at all costs.”

“Maybe I should do the same, then I wouldn’t be so fucking confused further down the line,” you reply. “You don’t have to get into it on why you think love sucks, I’m just glad we can both agree it needs to be avoided at all costs.” What you told him wasn’t entirely true. Somewhere deep down behind the layers and layers of walls you had built up, you knew you would always be a little bit of a hopeless romantic, it might just take some time before you felt like you were ready to let that back to the surface again. You didn’t know it, but Calum was the same way, even if he didn’t let on that he was. Sometimes people are drawn to each other and instantly have a connection, and in this case that connection was over how to live with a broken heart. His idea of living with it was pretending it wasn’t broken, and yours was realizing it was and embracing all the broken pieces.

“Like I said: I avoid it at all costs.”

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Inseparable Chapter 23: Blindsided

Adrien and Marinette finish making up, Nino and Alya notice some changes, and Adrien tries to get that photo for his lady.

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Adrien snickered and Marinette smacked his arm in mock annoyance.

“Why would you even say something like that? Are you trying to jinx us?!”

“This isn’t a horror movie, m’lady. What’s so bad about saying ‘what could go wrong’? Even if it was a jinx, I have my good luck charm right here.” She expected him to hold up the charm she had made for him, but instead, he grabbed her wrist and held up her hand as if presenting her to herself.

She blushed and bumped his shoulder, “You’re a dork.”

“But you love me anyway,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” she whispered, catching him off guard. “I do.”

She slouched back in her chair, staring at him while biting at her lower lip. It was clear to Adrien that she was struggling with something, but for the life of him he couldn’t tell what. Reading Marinette wasn’t quite as easy as reading her alter ego, but he was getting there. Not knowing what else to do, he reached out and gently placed his hand on top of hers. To his surprise, that made her tense up before sagging her shoulders.

“Adrien…” She raised her head to look at him. “I’m so sorry. I was so caught up in my own fears, I didn’t even think about what they would do to you.”

He flashed a weak smile at her and said soothingly, “Don’t worry about it.”

She shook her head. “No, Adrien. I can’t just brush that away - I want you to know that I’m done running. From here on out, we’re together, no matter what.” She leaned forward to rest her forehead against his. “I care about you. So, so much. I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

Adrien felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he squeaked out, “And how do you intend to do that, boss?”

The space between them was hot from their breaths as Marinette’s lips drew closer to his.

“By telling you every day how much I love you, to start with.”

He smiled against her lips, letting his doubts leave his body through the happy tears running down his face.

“That’s a good place to start.”

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Contrary to expectations, they did manage to get enough done on their actual project to show Ms Bustier. Well, contrary to their kwamis’ expectations, at least. More than a couple times, Tikki had broken them up to keep them on task, and Plagg had thoroughly ruined the atmosphere when he decided he wanted a late afternoon cheese break.

When Adrien finally went home, he felt better than he had in a very long time. It might have sounded sappy to say, but Marinette telling him her true feelings toward him… ignited something inside. There was finally someone in his corner, someone who cared about him for him, and not just because of what he could do for them, or for a company. He felt energized, and with that energy came a burning desire to not disappoint Marinette.

He had told her that he would get the photo that his father had hidden away somewhere inside the mansion, and he had every intention of doing so. Even as the days went by and the search continued…

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The two of them had decided to keep their relationship subtle at first, but he could tell that Alya and Nino had started to pick up on their well hidden ruse. All four of them had decided, about midway through the week, that they’d go to the park afterschool.

“Okay,” Alya said as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “What happened?”

“What do you mean?” Adrien replied as he held onto Marinette tighter.

Her eyebrow twitched and Nino chuckled. “I mean, what’s with all… this.” She gestured at Marinette leaning her head against Adrien’s shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist. “Just a couple days ago, the two of you could barely look at each other and now you’re way close.” She leaned forward on her elbows and looked into their eyes as if she could look straight into their heads. “What. Happened?”

Adrien shared a look with Marinette, and made ‘go-ahead’ gesture.

“Oh! Um, well, there was a bit of a… misunderstanding. So we met up later to talk it out and, uh… yeah. We talked a lot and figured out that we really cared about each other so…” She trailed off, looking up at Adrien, who nodded furiously.

Alya and Nino shared a look.

“Dude, you were a total mess on Monday. That feels like a little more than a ‘misunderstanding’, my bro.”

“And you,” Alya pointed her finger at Marinette. “You went from barely keeping your cool around him-”

“Well, I am Hot Stuff.” Adrien grinned.

“Yup, you’re definitely full of hot air,” she quipped back at him as she jabbed him with her elbow.

“-to flirting like Ladybug and Chat Noir.” Alya seemed pleased at the way their eyes widened. In the ensuing silence, Alya crossed her arms and leaned back.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir don’t flirt,” Marinette finally grumbled.

“Well, they sorta do, dudes.” Nino smirked. “Even if they don’t realize it.”

Adrien leaned forward while Marinette groaned. “We’re telling the truth. Even if you don’t believe us, all that really matters is that we are together now, right?” He glanced between their two friends, who deflated.

“Yeah, I guess… But I’ll get that story out of you two eventually.” Alya took a sip of her drink. “Even if only because I’ll need it when I make my wedding speech.”

Alya laughed when the two of them began blushing furiously.

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Adrien was sitting in his room, having just gotten off the phone with Marinette. It had been a full week since they had talked things through. So far, she’d stayed true to her word and had made sure that she told him everyday how much he meant to her. It wasn’t something he ever really got used to, and each time his pulse raced like it was the first time. He felt beyond fortune that she’d fallen in love with him. His fingers ran over the lucky charms that she had made for him - both sides of him. She’d done so much for him and he’d never even realized it.

Which made it all the more important to him to find that photo. Not just for their grades, but because he didn’t want to let her down on something so small. It was his house after all - how hard could it be to find something in it?

As it turns out - very difficult, especially since he was usually expected to be inside his room, working on one thing or another. It was only when he started pushing the boundaries of his cage that he realized just how small it was. Even just roaming his own home provoked suspicion. It meant that he had to leave Plagg to do most of the exploring, but that was fine. There had already been one secret safe. Maybe there were others? Adrien wouldn’t be helpful in finding them, so maybe it was for the best that his kwami search alone.

The sound of the mini fridge in Adrien’s room opening and closing let him know that Plagg had returned. The smile on his face vanished when he saw how Plagg’s tail was swishing back and forth in irritation as he ate a wedge of camembert.

“Something wrong?”

Plagg’s eyes flickered toward him. “I found your picture. Found something else too. Something I missed earlier.”

After it became clear that he wasn’t going to add anything else to that, Adrien stood up. “Well, can you take me to where you found it?”

“...Yeah, I can do that. Everyone is sleeping anyway, and you need to see this.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why it's here, but it can’t mean anything good. Not in the state that it's in.”

“Are you just going to dance around saying what ‘it’ is then?” Adrien said, jokingly.

Plagg glared at him, surprising Adrien. It wasn’t often that his kwami was anything other than a lazy glutton. Whatever he saw must have been super important if he was getting this serious.

“You’ll see in a minute.”

Plagg guided him along darkened corridors until they came across a room that was achingly familiar to Adrien. The air was stale, like the room had barely been touched since it was left over a year ago. His father couldn’t stand to be in there after… after she disappeared. It had been a long time since Adrien had been here. There were memories of his mom laying sick in that bed, just weeks before she was gone without a trace.

While Adrien felt his throat choke up from the long untouched memories, Plagg floated along as if all was normal. He stopped in front of a family portrait hung opposite the large double bed.

“It’s behind this. I can unlock it for you after you take down the picture.”

With hands that shook ever so slightly, he removed the painting from its place, revealing a sturdy safe. Why did his father have so many of these scattered around the house?

Wordlessly, Plagg phased through the safe. The dial spun wildly and swung open. Inside was two objects - a picture of two superheroes seated on a rooftop, legs hanging over the edge like he and Ladybug did so often. And a broach with blue gems and seafoam green feathers metal feathers.

“The peacock miraculous,” Plagg supplied as Adrien picked it up. “What is it doing here…?”

Adrien took the picture. The man had a stupid haircut and a silver domino mask, his outfit sleek and elegant - more like a suit for a fancy party than a suit of armor. He gestured with a black cane set with a purple gem, as if in the middle of telling a story. There was a flicker of familiarity in the man, but he didn’t recognize him until he saw the butterfly gem pinned at his throat - Hawkmoth!

His eyes turned to the woman, whose indigo dress shimmered even in the stillness of the photo. The same miraculous that Adrien held in his other hand was the same one that was pinned to her overcoat. She wore long gloves and wedged boots and was laughing at whatever the other person was saying, but he realized two things in rapid succession.

First, the woman was his mother. It was difficult to tell, but he could feel it deep in his bones until he felt something insubstantial break like glass until he knew without question. This woman, who wore the peacock miraculous was his mother. It wasn’t hard to piece together who the other man was after that.

The enchantment broke a second time, and Adrien was suddenly perfectly aware that his father was Hawkmoth.

“Now, kid, you need to think-”

“Plagg, claws out.”

#Miraculous Ladybug #LadynoirJuly2019 #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrienette #Alya Cesaire #Nino Lahiffe #DJ Wifi #Plagg #ml fanfiction #my writing #Inseparable

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maastrash · 6 years ago

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Second Chances Chapter 5

Summary: For Azriel, Elain Archeron is the one that got away. He had been deeply in love with her since high school–even though she had no clue who he was. Now, 10 years later, Elain is engaged and happy. Knowing he missed his chance, Azriel tries to move on from the girl who captured his heart for so long. But, when Elain’s wedding is suddenly canceled, fate seems to finally be on his side. The world has given him a second chance, and this time he won’t mess it up.

A/N: Ah I am so sorry this took about 1000 years oml I was kinda in a writing slump... But yesterday I got into the University of Washington AH and I feel motivated to write again!! I have a few pieces in the works but hope you enjoy this!

Thank you to @fireheart-of-your-dreams for being my literal comma correcting queen, she is amazing!

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Elain smiled as a cool breeze blew through her hair. She shut her eyes, letting the warmth of the Hawaiian sun kiss her face. It was magical. She always felt wild and free in the middle of the ocean, away from all the city life. This time it was different, though. Better. This time, she had Azriel.

She leaned into him as they both watched the water sparkle, the island getting closer as the boat began its journey back to the shore. The past two days on the boat had been absolutely perfect. The way he would reach for her hand or put his arm around her shoulders made her feel loved, cherished. It still shocked her how easy it was to joke with him, laugh with him, and just be with him. Although it was fake dating, Elain could no longer deny that she had feelings for him. Yes, she was still hurting and yes they were friends, but despite all that baggage, their connection felt deep. It felt real.

Here with Azriel, Elain could almost see the life they could have. The love she thought she would never get to experience seemed so attainable with Azriel. She could picture them coming back here. Alone. She knew to get there, she needed to let Greyson go, and she knew just how to do it.

Twisting the cool metal around her finger, Elain slowly slid the ring off her hand. Azriel watched the approaching island, not noticing the small splash as Elain let the ring fall into the ocean. At that moment, Azriel didn’t know, but his presence, his words, gave her the strength to let go. The strength to leave it behind, leave Greyson behind. And as they drew closer to the island, Elain smiled, grasping Azriel’s hand - ready for this new chapter of her life to begin.

Azriel couldn’t help but grin as Elain took his hand and led him off the boat. The past two days pretending to be her boyfriend had been simultaneously heaven and hell. He got to touch her, support her, and love her without hiding, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t real. He wanted more, needed more. But it was fake. He knew his best option was to cherish the time he did have with her. Before it was over.

Sometimes, it was so hard to keep how he truly felt a secret. He was so tempted to leave it out in the open, but there was too much at stake. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose her friendship, to lose her. Maybe when it was all over, he would tell her. Maybe.

Elain loved her family to death, but after two full days of Rhys and Feyre eye fucking, Nesta and Cassian’s bickering, and her parents digging into her love life, she needed a break. Well, not so much a break, more like alone time with Azriel.

She was still holding his hand, and despite no longer being with her family, she was not planning on letting go any time soon. Elain led him through the bustling market with stands selling jewelry, shaved ice, and street food without giving any of them a second glance. She had been coming to this resort for years, and she knew just where she wanted to spend the rest of the day with him.

Once past the market, Elain led him down the familiar grey trail surrounded by grass and palm trees. She slowed her pace so they were walking next to each other, their hands swinging gently between them. She took a breath, inhaling the pleasant scent of the sea as well as a slight misty cedar scent she had become so accustomed too.

Azriel squeezed her hand gently, pulling her back to reality. Her cheeks flushed - she hoped he hadn’t known what she had been thinking about. “Sorry.” She smiled sheepishly. “Just got distracted.”

He laughed softly, the sound making her very soul feel lighter. “You’re cute when you’re distracted.”

“I see the flirting is still in your system after two days.”

“How can I resist?”

This was new. They had never really flirted when they didn’t have to. But if Azriel wanted to play, she could play.

She let go of his hand and wrapped her arm around his, leaning into him as they walked. She heard his sharp intake of breath in surprise and felt satisfaction at the fact that she could unnerve him so easily.

“You’re pretty irresistible too,” she said, looking up him through her lashes.

Azriel cleared his throat but met her gaze. “Where are you taking me Ms. Archeron?”

“It’s a surprise.”

They talked softly until Elain stopped in front of the hotel arcade, lights flashing and sounds of children playing within greeting them.

“I thought you could use some fun.” She smiled up at him.

“You thought right.”

“I mean, I don’t know how much fun you’ll be having after I beat you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

They started off with basketball, and Elain lost so badly, it wasn’t even fair to call it a game. It was such a beat down that Azriel ended up showing her how to shoot correctly, moving to stand behind her and move her through the motions. But with the warmth of his body against hers, his lips by her ear, his breath caressing her neck, she forgot how to think. Suddenly, it was way too hot–Elain suggested they play air hockey, if just to clear her head of the feeling of Azriel so close.

Azriel couldn’t stop staring at Elain as they played. Her honey locks falling out of her loose ponytail, the determination of her brows, the look of concentration clear in her eyes, and most of all the dazzling smile and joy that overtook her when she scored or blocked his shot. That look was worth missing the shot every single time.

By the time they decided to leave, it was dark out, and Azriel had won Elain a teddy bear, a rabbit, and even some sweet treats. It was by far the best date he’d ever had, and it wasn’t even a real date. He tried to not to think about that, instead savoring the time he had left with her.

“I had fun, Elain.” He smiled softly, giving her hand a squeeze.

“I’m so glad,” she said, squeezing his hand back.

Slowly making their way back to the hotel, they walked hand in hand, laughing lightly about all the fun they’d had.

When they finally got to the room, Elain just plopped down onto the bed. It was an exhausting day, and even though the night was young, she could barely keep her eyes open.

Azriel laid down beside her - both of them had gotten pretty comfortable sleeping together after the past few days. And although neither of them would admit it, they’d never slept better.

Elain sighed softly as she felt Azriel drape an arm around her. She leaned into his warmth and let herself drift to sleep.

Elain opened her eyes and saw that the bright red letters of the clock read 1:30 am. She’d been asleep a while but a nightmare had woken her. She hadn’t had one for weeks. She sat up, breathing deeply, reminding herself that she was with Azriel. She was safe.

“Elain?” Azriel stirred next to her. “Are you ok? What’s going on?”

“Nightmare,” she sighed softly.

“Are you ok? Do you want to talk about?” he asked, sitting up next to her.

“I’m ok. I’m sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep.

“Never apologize,” he said softly, stroking her back gently.

She leaned into him, savoring the comfort he provided. “Want to go for a walk?”

“Right now? It’s 2 am.” He chuckled raising a brow.

She blushed. “I just wanted a reason to be out with you.”

“Well, how can I refuse?”

The couple walked around the hotel, the warm breeze blowing through their hair. They headed towards the hotel’s restaurant and bar which still appeared to be open. Settling at a table in the back corner, Elain couldn’t stop herself from admiring the male across from her. The lighting brought out the warmth of Azriel’s eyes, so different from the cold grey ones she had been so accustomed to.

“I’ll get us some drinks. Be right back.” He smiled as he stood, making her stomach flip.

She nodded as he left and decided she would freshen up in the bathroom. She probably looked like a complete mess.

Elain looked down at her phone to see a text from Feyre. As she typed in the passcode to open her phone, she stumbled on a dip the ground and walked straight into someone. By the cauldron, why was she so clumsy?

Once stable, she looked up about to apologize when she saw those cold, and unforgiving eyes she tried to forget. The eyes that haunted her dreams.

Greyson.

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rosegardentwilight · 6 years ago

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A Moment in Time

Adrien's jaw dropped from slight bewilderment at why such a gorgeous girl would randomly sit down at his table and start talking away. The only problem? His name wasn't Adam.

AU- Alya sets Marinette up on a blind date with a guy named Adam, but after a phone incident and the time change, she ends up crashing at a different table thinking it's her date.

Chapter 1/1 ( for now? Read the Author’s Note at the end)

A.n.- Two one-shots in one day, what? ( If you haven't read Birds of a Feather and you like Nathalie's character then go read it ). I've actually been working on this story on and off since last week? Finally finished and posting today because tomorrow is daylight savings time so it seemed fitting. ( Although this takes place in the spring time change). Make sure you read the end author's note if you want to see more of this story after reading it, it's very important. Other than that not much for you, this is AU, no superpowers but I do find a way to incorporate our two favorite Kwamis ( just not this chapter).

Edit*- This story was inspired by a movie called An Hour Behind. And although inspired, it will have several major changes from the movie.

2. You all rock. Will definitely expand this story. Heard you loud and clear I’ll figure plot lines for this tomorrow.

"Come on Marinette, it's one date," Marinette couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's excessive begging and slid a new batch of cakes in the oven. "I didn't even pick him this time, he's Nino's old college friend. What's the worst that could happen?" Alya continued as she swiped a chocolate chip cookie from the display.

"My best friend eats all my product, and then I won't have any left for paying customers," Marinette shot a look at her best friend who responded with a sheepish smile.

"If you bring some of your cookies to your date with Adam, you'll bag him for sure."

"How many people do you know that bring baked goods on a blind date Alya?" Her best friend's intentions were pure, Alya only wanted to see her happy, but a blind date- that was a disaster waiting to happen.

"You're showing all of your assets to prove you are the whole package." Marinette couldn't hold back a snort filled laugh.

"I'm starting to wonder what you think will happen on this date."

"You'll love him Marinette, he's a lawyer, but he handles most of the pro bono cases in his firm. He's a cat person; which I know is in the plus column for you. He's drop dead gorgeous and has the greenest eyes."

"I hope those weren't Nino's exact words because otherwise you two have other things to discuss," Marinette teased.

"Please, just one date. You know I only want you to be happy, and you can't say you had the best love life over the past couple years; between Kim, Nathan"-

"I get it," Marinette snapped. She knew exactly how those dates went, no need to rub salt in the wound.

"Marinette, I'm convinced you try and find something wrong with every person interested in you."

"I've been busy with the bakery, opening a second store is within my grasp. I can't give up now."

"No one is saying give up. It's one date tomorrow night," her best friend offered.

"You're not going to give up on this, are you?"

"I learned my stubbornness from one of my best friends." Alya beamed in response.

"Fine. One date, but in the morning. That way I can route back to the bakery if things don't go well and bake a couple of batches and not waste the day."

"You won't regret this!" Alya threw her arm around in a tight hug. "I'm going to go tell Nino to set it up and have the details for you tonight. Promise me you won't be late. We both know how you are in the mornings. Don't forget to change your clock tonight." She called over her shoulder as the last reminder. Marinette rolled her eyes once more, Alya was as subtle as a truck. As much as she appreciated it, the level of faith in her was almost insulting. Her phone would automatically switch to the new time, there wasn't any need to adjust anything. The oven's timer caught her attention, and she rushed so her cakes wouldn't burn.

Nerves kicked in as she realized what she's done. What was she thinking to agree to a blind date? The regular dates that she set up ended with disaster.

She only made it through one date with Kim. He tried to carry the conversation the best he could, but with her limited knowledge of sports, the topics circled back around to himself. Marinette always wanted to look on the bright side, so even though she wouldn't go on another date, at least she learned more about him.

Nathanaël lasted to date number 5. They enjoyed each other's company, but things became stagnant when he confessed that seeing an old flame caused previous feelings to bubble up again. Marinette appreciated his honesty, but it was clear that he wanted to try again. She couldn't stand in the way of that.

Marinette applied some strawberry frosting to the cooled lemon cake and cut herself a small slice. The flavors melded together on her tongue, a hopeful reminder of what spring could be once the cold weather melted. But despite how it tasted, it still lacked whatever she was looking for to submit for the contest. Frustration groaned inside her, but at least she was another step closer. Her eyes ticked to the clock on the wall; 9:30 pm. She could easily make another batch, especially without Alya distracting her. She pulled out the ingredients needed once more, one more attempt couldn't hurt.

By the time Marinette stumble through her apartment door exhaustion had inched its way to every part of her body. She was lucky to remember to turn the oven off before she left her bakery because she created four more batches before giving up for the evening. An unread message from Alya kept lighting up her phone, no doubt the information to the blind date she had agreed to in a temporary moment of insanity.

Ayla: Tomorrow, at the Hollybelly 5 at 9 am. He's going to wear a light blue scarf. If you need moral support, I'm only a phone call away. Knock him dead!

Suddenly this idea seemed even more insane, but to avoid her best friend's nagging at her for the next month straight; she decided to follow through with her word. She set her alarm for 8:30 to give herself enough time to prepare in the morning. She became acutely aware of how the sweet scent stuck to her skin, as tired as she was, the shower called to her.

She let out a gasp as she stepped into the wall of warm water and the relaxation it provided. Four more batches of "almost there" was the product of her night along with a messy kitchen she had to clean before she came home. It wouldn't have been fair to leave that to the staff when she had been the one to cause the mess in the first place. Her fingers itched to run through her hair, and she released a long exhale. This contest was of vital importance if she desired to open a second store, a dream of hers since her parents put her in charge of the original. She had sacrificed so much to oversee the store and she wanted to do was to make her parents proud.

The shower ended quicker than she would like, but she could barely keep her eyes open. She grabbed a glass of water on the way to bed in case she woke up in the middle of the night. Sleep slowly caused her eyelids to grow heavy, not allowing her thoughts to wander far. Marinette adjusted her arm under the pillow and contorted it until comfortable. The act of her shifting her body caused another pillow to knock some items on the nightstand, including the cup of water. It tipped, and the water contents spilled all over her phone; not that Marinette noticed because sleep already claimed her.

8:45 am

The hostess turned wearing a dazzling smile when she heard the bell above the door ring. "Good Morning, do you have reservations?"

"Yes, last name Chapin, Adam." He returned the smile before loosening the light blue scarf Alya told him to wear. Excitement stirred in his stomach, Alya had raved non-stop about her friend, and by the sounds of it, she was exactly the type of women he was looking for. He hadn't necessarily thought he would stoop to a blind date to find love, but he trusted Nino and therefore, Alya.

Adam followed a waitress to his table and took his seat and glanced at his watch. He was always early to everything in his life, to be late screamed distasteful and unprofessional; both words he couldn't associate with in his profession. He hoped that Marinette didn't keep him waiting for long.

9:30 am

Adam had heard of being a little late, but this boarded on ridiculous. The waitressed eyed him like an injured puppy when she brought him a drink after twenty minutes. He could feel people staring at him, but he kept his gaze locked to his phone. Thankfully work kept him preoccupied, but 45 minutes had elapsed since he arrived. His fingers dialed Marinette's number which Alya had provided but met a voicemail.

Her eye burst open as light burst through the room. Why did it feel so late, why didn't her phone's alarm go off? A quick glance told her all she needed to know. A spilled cup with no liquid in it whatsoever, and a phone whose screen would not lite up no matter what she did to it. Marinette cursed under her breath as she shoved the blankets off her bed and made a mad dash for the kitchen. 8:30 am. She wouldn't be skinned alive by Alya after all. She jolted back to the room and grabbed a pink dress off its hanger and threw it on. Not wanting to deal with the hassle of styling her hair, a messy bun offered her the solution that she craved. There was no need to eat breakfast at the apartment since they had a morning date, so that left brushing her teeth and applying just enough makeup to be presentable on a date. She didn't want to scare the poor guy off before anything before giving him a chance.

9:45 am

He waited long enough. Every second he waited for her, it drew attention to the face he was still alone after an hour. Everyone paying attention to their surroundings knew that he had been stood up. He wished that Marinette at least had the decency to inform him that she changed her mind, but out of the worst possible scenarios, this one seemed less cruel. Whenever he looked back on this failure of a date, he wouldn't be plagued with one-sided feeling but instead the what-ifs of what could have been. He slid payment for his drink on the table and stood up. The office wouldn't mind a couple extra hours especially with the huge case he was working on.

Marinette rushed down the street, the restaurant was only a couple blocks further, and she would make it on time. She hated being late, a probably she usually dealt with due to exhaustion with the bakery. Luck could be the only word to describe how she woke up in time. With no phone, it wasn't like she could call anyone, it would take days before she could find the time to go get a replacement. But with the little distance, she had left to cover, her bad luck with being late would end today.

10:00 am

She stumbled through the door only two minutes late, a new personal record for her. The hostess didn't seem that impressed with her "graceful" entrance.

"May I help you?" She asked, but Marinette could sense the smallest sense of annoyance in her voice.

"I-" A light blush dusted her cheeks as she realized she forgot to ask Adam's last name. "I'm meeting someone." She allowed her eyes to wander over the hostess' shoulder until they landed on a blonde sitting at the table and around his neck …was a blue scarf. Her breath hitched as she watched his piercing green eyes study the menu. Alya wasn't kidding, he could charm her in a courtroom anytime. "He's right over there." She rushed past the hostess not wanting to keep Adam waiting any longer than necessary. "Hi, I'm Marinette," she introduced herself wrapping her coat around the chair. It was a good thing that she gripped the chair the second his green eyes jumped up to meet her all feeling gave out in her leg. She would have to thank Alya for setting her up with the more gorgeous man she ever met.

"Um, hi," he replied. Either she caught him off guard, or he didn't have a way with words, neither was a deal breaker. This was a blind date, he had to be just as nervous as she was.

"Adam, I'm sorry I'm a couple minutes late, my phone got fried last night." The explanation sounded lamer coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't backpedal now, that would only creep him out. She needed to stand her ground and resist the word vomit of oversharing. "But none of that matters because you're still here." A man like him could have any girl that he wanted, and yet he stayed despite her lateness, maybe they could make it to date number two after all. "Have you ordered yet?" She asked looking over the menu for the first time she got there.

"Not yet." She cocked her head to the side and tried to focus on what food they had to offer. Not a lot had been said and this already beat out her date with Kim.

"Everything looks so good, what do you recommend?" Adam had picked a restaurant she had never been to before, but he must have liked it enough to recommend it.

"I usually get an omelet," he replied. Marinette fought the blush forming on her cheeks as he gave her a once-over glance before his gaze returned to the menu.

Adrien's jaw dropped from slight bewilderment at why such a gorgeous girl would randomly sit down at his table and start talking away. She approached as if she knew him but called him Adam; she seemed so warm and personal he didn't want to correct her and risk her leaving. He would correct her eventually, or she would figure out that he wasn't this Adam character and the natural course would have its way.

She motioned towards the waiter and started to order without a care in the world. His father had wanted him to visit that afternoon, no doubt his latest attempt to convince him to leave his current job and join him in the fashion industry. An hour or two with this beautiful mystery girl in front of him wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Adam?" At her second call, Adrien realized that she called him- or rather, thought she had. "Are you okay?" The way she was so concerned for his well-being spread warmth through every limb on his body.

"Yeah," his lips pushed back into a smile reflecting the emotions flowing through him. "Everything is perfect."

AN- So. Here's the deal. Right now, this is only a one-shot, but you can change that if you want. I have so many miraculous story idea that I can't expand on every one shot in my head, but I am willing to do it on the stories that you all are interested in. If you want more, like, reblog, comment, dm me, whatever you want to do and let me know. Here's what to expect if this story to continue, the rest of the Adrienette date, Marinette finding out that Adrien is not Adam (and will actually meet Adam). More backstory of the characters in this world and Adrien shamelessly pursuing Marinette in like 10 chapters of fluff. Sound good? Leave a comment. Otherwise, you can enjoy the potential story in your imagination. Let me know.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculousladybug #miraculousfanfic #miraculousladybugfanfiction #adrienette #adrien x marinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupen-chang #latetodateau

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wardfmaily1962 · 5 years ago

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Saving Grace Part 1

**** Please take it easy on me -- this is my very fist story that I ever wrote and I hope you enjoy it****

Word Count 2,791

“Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”

You woke up screaming in the middle of the night soaking in sweat and crying. Its been 5 years --- 5 years since the accident and to this day – it felt like it is just happened. You glanced at the clock by the night stand

“3:15am, great, I guess I’m up now” with a long and exasperated sigh, you remove the cover from your body and sat at the edge of the bed. You cover your face with your hand, and out of the nowhere, tears start streaming down your face.

“Why did you have to leave? Why? “your voice was breaking as flashback of the happiest day of your life, turn into a nightmare

***** December 3rd, 2015 *****

“Dad, where are we going?” you sounded like a school girl with a giddy sound of your voice as you look at your loving husband. He was wearing a dark washed up jeans, white long sleeve shirt, boots and sunglasses. His muscles were rippling through his shirt that you could just eat him up.

“Its wouldn’t be a surprise if I tell you now would It” – he said with laughter in his voice. Trenton knows exactly what you like. You have now been together for 11 years and married for 5. You have a beautiful son and far as you are concern, you are living the fairy tale dream.

“Fine!” as you cross your arm and tried to pout but miserably failed.

He tilts his head back a bit as he laughed because of your expression. His laughter filled the car and you couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate your birthday than with the man of your dreams.

20 minutes has passed, and you pulled up on a gated community. You recognize this gate – it was awarded as one of the most exclusive, and secluded area in your city. Heck only millionaires lives here.

“Ummmmm – what are we doing here babe?” with a puzzled look on your face as you tried to figure out what your husband is up to

“You’ll see” as he gives you a side way smirk and winked

You rolled your eyes and said “Whatever” under your breath

He rang the metal box outside the gates and a man appeared on the screen

“Good afternoon sir – its good to see you again, and I see you brought the missus this time?”

“See you again? You’ve been here before” you looked at your husband with arms across your chest and this time, you are not laughing

The seriousness of your voice made Trenton smile even bigger. He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to his lips and kissed it, while whispering --- “Happy Birthday Beautiful”

In an instance – the metal gate open and you drove in

On the left side – you see a long drive way, and at the end of it a beautiful white brick house, the grass had just turned brown due to the season, but that only enhanced the beauty of it. Incredible custom home with every possible amenity and convenience. Charm, elegance and splendor are just some of the many adjectives to describe this beautifully built home

You look at your husband in disbelief “Trenton --- whhaa???” you couldn’t even finish your words, when the car stopped. You are now in front of the most striking house you have ever seen in your life.

“Dad, what’s going on?” you looked at him with curiosity in your eyes

“This is my birthday gift to you” he said with love and tenderness in his voice “I told you I will give you the world, I would like to start with this”

You were shock and dumbfounded, that you didn’t even realize that you already stepped out of the car, and heading straight to the door

“You mean it, you really mean it??”

“I mean it my love, Happy Birthday Y/N, I love you”

****Present Day***

**Phone ringing***

You snapped back to reality and looked down at your phone, you saw the face of your lovely son Alex, and answered it. “Good Morning my boy, how are you?”

“Good morning mama, you are coming home? today right?” as a big loud yawn filled the conversation

You chuckled a little bit and finally answered “Yes son, mama’s coming home today, but it will probably be this evening. Mama’s plane does not leave here until 3 in the afternoon”

“Ok, I miss you and I love you”

“I love and miss you too sweetheart”

“Talk to you later” and the line went dead

You looked at the clock one more time, and it’s now 5am. You got up and went to your closet, pulled out a bag and grabbed your running shoes, yoga pants, and sports bra.

You scrambled to put it on, so you can get your morning run in for the day

Running helps you relax, helps you forget

As sweat beads down your face, Trenton’s favorite song came on your headset

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

As the melody from the piano start to play – you slowed down and started walking. You listen to each word and savored the moment.

****6 years ago, ***/

Bohemian Rhapsody played in your apartment

You and Trenton are still living in your 2-bed room apartment

You rolled out of bed and slowly make your way to the kitchen, and you saw your sexy man bopping his head up and down and singing along to the lyrics of the song

He quickly turned and had a startled look on his face when he saw you “You caught me in my most vulnerable state” he tried to pout but without missing a beat you lunged at him laughing

“I like you like this – carefree”

***Present Time***

As the music died down, you jumped off the tread mill and start heading back to your room

In the Elevator, a man was eyeing you, as he extends his hand

“Hi, I’m Edward”

“Hi”

But before he could say anything else, the elevator stopped at your floor and you hurriedly stepped off it.

Ever since Trenton passed, you have lost interest in romance

You chose to focus all your time and energy on your company and your son.

While thoughts filled your head, you didn’t realize how fast you we’re walking till you bumped into what feels like a wall. You start falling backwards, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact, but it never came.

Instead, you felt a strong arm, wrapped around your waist as a deep voice spoke

“Are you alright miss?”,

You thought to yourself, “That’s a Dorset Accent, you don’t hear those everyday”

You opened your eyes, and as the fluorescent light is blinding you – you were able to see those light green eyes.

You had to do a double take because you did not know if you were dreaming or not, so this time, you cupped the persons face and leaned it closer to you

“Yup, those are gorgeous”

You didn’t realize that you uttered those words till the person that was holding you, quirk up a smile.

You finally realized that, “that person” is still holding you.

You quickly got up on your feet and scrambled to get your things.

You finally looked up and for the first time in a while, your heart skipped a beat.

Right in front of you is a blonde hair man, with striking green eyes

He’s probably stands around 5’10 or 5”11

Broad shoulders, clean cut hair and shaved face

He is wearing a white fitted t-shirt, dark jeans, which accentuate all his assets … I mean all of his ASSets .

There seem like a class ring on his left index finger and a swiss watch on his right wrist.

He smells of Armani Code and after shave

All you can think of was “A real life Adonis”

Once again, he spoke, “Miss are you alright?”

You quickly answered, “Yes, I’m fine, So sorry about that, I’m not usually this clumsy”

He responds, “It’s no problem, really” – He offered you a warm and sweet smile.

You both stood there for a good second, you were so immersed in his eyes that you had to break eye contact, or your chest would burst.

“Thank you and so sorry again” you quickly turned your heel and head off on a different direction

“What’s your name?” He uttered

“Ummmmm… Y/N, name is Y/N” you didn’t wait for his to answer as you hurriedly drew your key card and enter your room.

Your leaned against the door, trying to calm yourself, as you can feel your heart in your throat

“Calm down L/N, it’s just man! Get a grip for Christ sake”

You continue your pepped talk until you were able to quiet yourself down. You looked at your watch and its almost noon.

“Time to leave this joint”

****30 minutes later****

You are now in your black denim, white sweater, a grey coat and grey sneakers.

You did a quick blow dry of your black hair and it turned out better than you hoped it did.

You put on a light foundation and some mascara and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You have always been self-conscious, but all that changed since you met Trenton

***16 years ago, at a bar in Wichita, KS***

“Hey beautiful”

You heard a voice, but did not respond, thinking that, that person is talking to someone else. You continue to sip your margarita while you wait for your best fiend to come back from the bathroom

Someone taps you on your shoulder and you whipped your head around to find, this man hovering over you and said “I said, Hey beautiful”

“Oh, I am so sorry” you replied, “I didn’t know you were talking to me”

“Who else would I be talking to?”

As your eyes scan the placed you notice multiple stunning ladies parading around in their short skirts and min dresses

“Well, somebody else but me” you gave him a half way smile

“You’re the only beautiful girl I see around here” and he took you hand and place it on his lips as he gently kissed it

“Y/N” you quickly uttered

“Trenton, it’s very nice to meet you”

****Present day***

You smiled as the memory of your past flash

“Oh baby – how you changed me” you looked at your self again at the mirror and give it a big smile and a nodding approval

“Let’s do this”

You grabbed your Louis Vuitton pursed and your Montblac luggage.

You ended up having to buy a bigger luggage since you have multiple present for your son and family.

You ordered an UBER X to take you to the airport

You did not want the Hotel shuttle to take you since its always crowded and noisy

All you want is peace and quiet on your way home.

The elevator ding ***DING*** (“First Floor” – the voice intercom announced)

You made your way to the lobby, handed the card to the receptionist and bid them goodbye

On your way out the door, you notice a lady with her stuff all over the floor. You looked at your watch and you still have 2 hours before your flight

You stopped next to her, quickly gone on your knees and helped her

“Here” as you handed her a book and a journal

“Thank you so much” in an English accent “I don’t know what has gotten into me this morning, I just can’t seem to catch a break” she said nervously

“Don’t worry about it, I feel the same way too today, maybe it’s a full moon or something “trying to lighten the mood

“It probably is” she looked up smiling

You know you recognized her, but cannot pint point how

After all her bags are picked up, you stood up and reached out your hand

“Here, let me help you up”

She grabbed it and you helped steady her

“Thank you again” she said as she tries to remove the dust from her jeans

“Its not big deal at all” you said with a big smile

“I’m Lucy by the way, Lucy Boynton”

“Y/N, L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Pleasures all mine” she replied

“I know this might sound weird, but you look so familiar, however, I cannot figure out how”

You quickly blushed and shake your head “Oh gosh – I am so sorry for being so direct, I don’t mean to offend you”

She offered a smile and said “Oh don’t worry about it, this means that my “disguise” as she airs quotes, “is working”

“Disguise? Are you in trouble” as you teased her.

“Not really” as she laughed

“Have you seen the movie Bohemian Rhapsody?” she asked

“Yes, I have, I love Queen” you said excitedly

And before she could even reply, you quickly recognized her

“Mary?” as you gasp “As in Freddie Mercury’s Mary?” you tried to find your words without sounding like a blabbering idiot

“I mean you are the actress that portrayed Mary”

She was looking at you with glint of happiness and amusement in her eyes

“Yes ma’am”

You squealed a little, loud enough for her to hear but not the entire hotel

This time, Lucy cannot help but laugh out loud

“You know, the boys usually get that reaction instead of me”

“You did such a phenomenal job, don’t get me wrong, Rami and the rest of the cast was amazing, but the way you portrayed Mary, was just extraordinary”

“Why thank you” she said “It’s refreshing to see someone with great appreciation of the movie”

“You bet, Trenton and I love Queen” – as you said your late husbands name - -you stopped and had to held back a tear as your throat swells with emotion

Lucy noticed it and ask

“Are you alright?” with worry in her eyes

“Yes, I’m sorry, my late husband and I are big Queens fan. We always say that when money is no longer tight, we will visit Freddie’s tributary statue in Montreux” with a glint of sadness in your eyes but it quickly disappears.

“I am sure Trenton would have been ecstatic to have met you” you said with a big smile.

Lucy did not say a word but offered a comforting squeeze on your shoulder.

As you both are heading outside, your UBER finally arrived.

You turned around to Lucy and asked “where are you headed, you can use my uber when I’m done”

“I am actually heading to the airport”

“So am I” you replied, “You can ride with me if you would like, unless you already have other arrangements”

“That would be wonderful, thank you again, you sure are a life saver today” she said as she hoists her luggage in the trunk of the car.

“Any time”

45 minutes has passed, and you and Lucy are now chatting as if you have been friends for ages.

You talked about music, your likes, dislikes, where you live, current relationships, past relationships and so many more.

Lucy told you that she has 3 siblings, she’s from Europe, loves pizza and Chinese food, and currently dating his co-star Rami Malik.

You then told her about your family, and how you were from the Philippines, but moved to Wichita, KS, you also told her about Trenton and the accident, as well as your son, Alex.

“I would love to meet your son one day, he is the cutest kid I have ever seen” Lucy said with excitement

“I am sure am one lucky mom, couldn’t ask for a better one” you replied with adoration in your eyes as you looked at the picture on your phone.

The car came to a complete stop and you are now at JFK international airport

“Thank you so much sir” as you slid out of the car

You and Lucy head inside and got your luggage checked in

As you both start putting your shoes back on after getting scanned and search, Lucy asked

“So, what’s your flight number?”

“Ummmmm, Flight 12256, How about you?

“Let me check, oh my gosh, it’s the same” she said with enthusiasm.

“What’s your seat number?”

And you replied “26A, you?”

“26B” we are practically neighbors now, and you both started laughing

“I can’t wait to introduce you to the rest of the gang”

You halted “The rest of the gang?” you ask her with your left eye brow up and your hand on your waist

She smiled warmly and teasingly at the same time “You will love them, I promise”

Lucy grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to meet the rest of the crew

You were thinking to yourself, “Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into”

***Thank you so much again for reading -- how do you like it so far? Suggestions and comments are greatly appreciated :) ****

#lucy boynton #bohemain rhapsody #ben hardy #ben hardy x female reader #love #queen #freddie mercury #ben is so hot

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1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

You are enough by sleeping at last, Good old days by macklemore and kesha, Blood//Water by Grandson, Eyes to the sky by Jon Bellion, High hopes by panic! at the disco, and Cowboy casanova by Carrie Underwood (I know its alot of genres)

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

TOM HOLLAND

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“We looked carefully, but saw no apparitions”

4: What do you think about most?

This is going to sound full of myself, but i think about myself alot. I just like to self reflect and try to improve whatever i think can be improved upon.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“No problem, I can try to make it work”

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with. I live with too many people to be sleeping nude.

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I can scream EXACTLY like a horror movie. I had to pretend to be a murdered scream for this real life clue thing once and it was awesome

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls…. are absolutely goddesses and I fall in love with every one.

Boys…. are devilish jokers I wish I could stop falling for.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

I think so? There’s a guy who likes me and would send me poems about “some mystery girl” who I’m like 98% sure is me

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

probs like last week

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

I have zoophobia actually, I love animals but they give me a huge amount of anxiety so I’ve been trying to get over it

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

I- I don’t know

13: What’s your religion?

I’m a christian, I actually got saved last year around this time!

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Swimming

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind. always.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Lately it’s been Sleeping at Last. They’re so calm but meaningful I love it

17: What was the last lie you told?

“Nooooooooooo, hahahahahaha, why would I like you???? No offense I mean you’re really… uhm. nevermind. no, I don’t”

18: Do you believe in karma?

Abso-fuckin-lutely

19: What does your URL mean?

nothing really

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I’ve been told they’re the same thing: I’m a really caring and sympathetic person which makes me good with people but also too trusting and gullible

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

TOM HOLLAND

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

no, but I lowkey really want to??? when I was little I read about it in nancy drew without even fully realizing what it was and I always wanted to try it

23: How do you vent your anger?

Usually by working out? I always joke that I don’t work out alot, but I bike/swim/walk/dance/do a ton of random muscle workouts pretty daily

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

I have a collection of lipsticks if that counts

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

it depends on the person, but I personally prefer video chatting just cause it’s easier to read body language

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

I feel like there’s ALOT of room to improve tbh

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

nails on a chalkboard ; dude anyone with a deep voice (no matter what they identify as) has my heart in a second of speaking

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

probably the usual “what if this had worked out” with a previous crush

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

yes. also yes. (don’t judge me)

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

my pillow and my bed

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

stale air. it is summer and hot. please send help.

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

this is gonna sound terrible, but probably in our car? I have so many bad memories and I hate driving it with a passion

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

west coast

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Shawn mendes, no doubt

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

Helping other people

36: Define Art.

An expression of emotion so strong it makes the viewer also feel emotion

37: Do you believe in luck?

yes

38: What’s the weather like right now?

hOt

39: What time is it?

early evening

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

yes, not yet cause I barely ever drive

41: What was the last book you read?

the Odesseye

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

no???

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Way too many. My latest was “miracle” given to me by a ton of adorable middle schoolers who couldn’t remember anything but the first three letters of my name

44: What was the last film you saw?

the greatest showman

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

A sprained ankle

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

Yeah, it’s a long story but this one I think tried to have sex with my finger

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

dude I always do. Jane the Virgin is television gOLD

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

Right now I identify as either bisexual or pansexual

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

just small ones about who I like (that weren’t true and complicated friendships)

50: Do you believe in magic?

I don’t know

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

yeah, I’ve been trying to get better at it

52: What is your astrological sign?

Saggittarious

53: Do you save money or spend it?

I spend money way too easily, I’ve been trying to learn how to save more

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

A pretzel

55: Love or lust?

love

56: In a relationship?

I wish

57: How many relationships have you had?

None that I’d like to count

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nope

59: Where were you yesterday?

At a bonfire

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

ohhhhh yeah

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

nope

62: What’s your favourite animal?

cats.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Friendship wise it’s just asking how their day is and asking if their doing okay. Romantic wise, I am soooo mean to people I like so usually just teasing them and buying them food

64: Where is your best friend?

right now at her home hopefully

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

@sophietheadventurer @s1n-am0n @darhwolf @undead-aesthetic @xqueenofpunsx

66: What is your heritage?

Mostly irish but my dad’s side has a heck of a lot of russian cause my great grandma is from Ukraine

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

sleeping like a wimp

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

mcdevil

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

Nope

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

I don’t know actually, I try to be the type of person I think a person NEEDS, so I would probs be pretty different if i was my friend

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

drown with the dog cause I can’t swim for crap but I’ll die trying

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I would only tell a couple people at first, the rest I’d tell farther in b) spend time with my family and friends and travel a whole lot/probs write ALOT c) I’d be more sad I didn’t have more time with the people I care about

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

love, I already don’t have trust let’s be real

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Good old days by macklemore just cause it’s amazing

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

I’d give them out but like I already have way too many unknown numbers calling me

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Two people who connect on a mental/emotional/spiritual level who can be completely themselves with each other and don’t have to spend all their time together, but cherish every single minute

77: How can I win your heart?

food and musicals

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

I think in a lot of ways it can, but that’s a whole debate in and of itself

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

coming back to the same summer camp every year

80: What size shoes do you wear?

7 and ½

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

“Now the only extra she is is dead”

82: What is your favourite word?

chimney (long story)

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

falling in love

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

“It’s not a look” or “oH honEy nO”

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

“God made girls” It’s been stuck in my head for ages

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

it changes almost daily but right now it’s a bright pink

87: What is your current desktop picture?

subtle gay art

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

That’s a hard question, too many horrible people alive

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

Someone irl asking my sexuality (i am very very deep in the closet)

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Probs go back to bed I’m a tired chick man

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Telepathy

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

this one specific car ride I had with my sister when I was younger

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

my entire life as a thirteen year old

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

tie between Kesha and Shawn Mendes

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Greece

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

not that I know of but most likely yeah

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

wayyyyy too many times

98: Ever been on a plane?

yes

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

I would probably freeze up and say nothing

#long post #asks #answered #thanks dude #this actually helped me calm down alot

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helplesslyfictional · 6 years ago

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Loki Fanfiction - Remember the Old Ways, Chapter 7 - “Disorder”

Author’s Note: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter, since I've been trying to update every week. Since I haven't written in a considerable amount of time, I had difficulty with the structure of this and the subsequent chapters. Any input is always appreciated, since creators don't like to create in a vacuum!

Chapter Summary: Thor adjusts to meeting Sophia. As Loki's future weighs on him, he distracts himself. Pairings: None! These stories are focused on family relationships.

What characters, then? Loki, Thor, Odin, Frigga, OCs [Sophia]

When? Pre-Thor 2011: From Asgard to Earth, will go through Thor 2011 Warnings: SPOILERS for Avengers Infinity War (under cut), mature themes, emotional trauma and abuse, swearing, anxiety, mentions of mental disorders, medication Taglist: @loki-the-fox; @i-am-loki-and-now-i-speak-up; @trickster-grrrl; @deviantredhead; @mylokabrennauniverse; @leanmeanand-green; @juliabohemian; @latent-thoughts; @lucianalight; @nox-th-lk-sf; @be-a-snake-stab-your-brother; Please let me know if you would like to be added/removed from tags and I’m more than happy to do so! If I added you it’s because I’ve been tracking your blog/work and have noticed you might be interested. :)

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Thor was breathing heavily as he assessed Sophia, his hand at the ready to summon Mjolnir from his side. Loki knew that Thor might call the guards if he didn’t explain quickly. Not taking his eyes off her, Thor asked tensely, “Is this who you were talking to?”

“Yes,” said Loki quickly, stepping toward Thor and placing a hand on his arm cautionarily. “She’s not a threat, Thor, she’s not even here.”

Thor looked at him sharply. “I felt her touch me.”

“Yes, well, I haven’t figured that part out yet.” After everything that had happened, Loki felt worn out. However, he wasn’t going to forget his manners. “Sophia, meet Thor, Crown Prince of Asgard.”

She looked at Loki with uncertainty, pursed her lips, then stiffened and gave a slight bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesty.”

Loki was impressed with how easily she slipped into such decorum, particularly with their emotional, casual meetings, and made a mental note to ask about it later.

Thor looked Sophia up and down. She was wearing a simple grey shirt, black trousers, and socks. “What are you doing here? This is a private conversation.”

Loki stepped in front of Sophia. “It was actually our private conversation before you barged in,” he said defensively. “That was why I didn’t let you in the door.”

Crossing his arms, Thor gave a sly smile and drew in a breath. “Oh. I didn’t know you were pursuing a woman, you should have told me.”

Sophia’s eyes widened. “Hey!” Loki heard her say, before he grasped her arm to stop her retort. “You’re mistaken, brother, we were merely trying to understand the communication we’ve been having after Osk’s enchantment flared.”

“Has it been troubling you, Loki?”

“No, brother, it has been extraordinary.” As Loki explained what they had learned earlier, Sophia seemed to relax a little more. Thor’s stance also changed from one ready for combat to one of interest. Outside, the sky-shroud began to gather clouds, softening the noonday sun and spitting out a few snowflakes, which landed on the balcony and promptly melted.

“Why this Midgardian woman?” said Thor, stroking his beard. “Why did Osk connect the two of you?”

“Thor, we talked about the third child in the prophecy with Osk. I think that Sophia is - possibly…” Loki didn’t finish the sentence as he realized he hadn’t told Sophia about any of this. He wasn’t ready to tell her.

But if he only had eight years left, then they needed to find out quickly.

Thor’s eyes darted between them both. “Our sister? But...she is definitely not Asgardian.”

Sophia gave a start, uncrossing her arms. “What? Wait, what? What did you say?”

Loki opened his mouth to answer, but Thor was faster. “He didn’t tell you? A prophecy gives the possibility of us having a sibling.”

“No! Did you say sister?”

“Yes, we - “ Thor started, but Loki was finally able to speak over him.

“I didn’t tell you because we aren’t even sure ourselves,” he said, giving Thor a meaningful glance. Thor caught it and gave a little nod.

“Sure of what? There’s nothing to...look into.” She laughed in disbelief. “There’s absolutely no way that’s possible.”

“She did say she was born of her parents,” Loki said to Thor.

“Right! I mean, my mom has pictures of being pregnant with me. Pictures of me in the hospital as a baby, nail clippings, hair clippings, even, which is - admittedly - a little creepy, but hey, she keeps a baby book? She even tells me about my birth every birthday. Every birthday. Which gets weird, ��cause I’m like 30 and tell her, just hold on, please, I really don’t want it, but she even does it over the phone…”

Loki snapped his fingers. “Sophia!”

She shook her head, saying, “Sorry. Sorry.”

“Maybe Osk got it wrong,” said Thor. “Since she was near death.” He absent-mindedly stroked his abdomen, a motion Loki hadn’t seen before from his brother. “If she could be wrong then perhaps I am as well.”

Loki sighed, rubbing his temples. “It just doesn’t seem like she would be wrong, Thor. The enchantment didn’t just form this connection, it made me...switch...souls, for lack of a better word. When you were sparring, with Sophia when she was...walking, I suppose.”

Thor closed his eyes. “So that’s what happened. It was disconcerting; I thought I was having another vision.”

“Yes. And while I was speaking with you, Sophia - Sophia swapped with me.”

Thor raised his eyebrows. “When?”

Sophia stirred. “I asked you about your second vision.”

Loki tapped his fingers against his leg as he wished he became impatient. “It’s signs like that which make me think that this is deeper than just...accidental communication.”

“How am I now able to see Sophia now?” asked Thor, frowning and moving closer to her. She stood straighter and raised her chin slightly.

“You’re asking me as though I’m an expert,” said Loki with an ironic laugh. “It seems like it was something Sophia did, to be honest, but I’m unsure.”

Sophia eyed Thor, whose height, similar to Loki’s, was comparatively significant. “I was feeling your emotions, seeing your vision...memory. I don’t understand it, but being around you is...strange.”

“I am very imposing,” Thor said, glancing up at Loki with a smile.

Loki snorted. “Depends on your definition of the word,” he said.

Sophia looked annoyed. “This is not a joke!” she said, going and sitting in a chair. The princes stiffened, and she got up quickly. “Sorry, I forgot about that etiquette. Good to know it’s the same between worlds.” She shook her head. “You are throwing around all these ideas, all these serious things, and I’ve been trying to just listen and absorb. But my body’s been taken over, I’ve been seeing things, and I’m here! On Asgard, meeting literal gods! For a few moments, I was even Loki himself - it’s hard to even comprehend.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Everything I’m feeling is so strange, but in some ways it just feels so - right.”

To Loki’s surprise, Thor nodded. “Though I do not know how to describe it,” he said.

Sophia closed her eyes. “It’s like when you are writing with pen and ink, scratching against the surface of the paper. Or the hum and fluctuation of a bow just after you release the arrow. The tactile clack of machinery or the resonance in your chest when listening to an actual instrument played. Things that just...feel right.”

Thor nodded, looking at Loki. “Like the vibration of a sword,” he said.

Loki considered what they were saying, and knew he’d felt this a few times. “Holding a healing stone,” he said in response, aware that Sophia wouldn’t know what he was talking about.

Sophia suddenly sat up, looking to the side. “I have to go,” she said in a worried tone, then vanished.

Thor gave a start, and Loki looked at him in confusion. “What is it?”

“I don’t know.” Thor gave a tired sigh. “These past few days have been difficult, particularly with these visions, that’s probably what it is. I hope that by...sharing them...it will help, somehow.”

Loki pursed his lips, the sadness from before coming forward as he imagined Thor’s vision. “Thank you, brother. Perhaps we can make the best of things before then.”

Thor smiled sadly. “I hope so. Until we find out more, can we make sure this stays between us?”

“As long as you don’t threaten me over it, I think that can be arranged.”

Thor nodded. “Thank you, brother,” he said seriously. With that, he walked to the balcony and flew off with Mjolnir, leaving Loki alone in his room with nothing but his creeping thoughts.

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After attending a concert in the afternoon, Loki retired once more to his room. Normally he would feel peaceful and relaxed being out of sight from his family and the public, but it felt odd, after the intensity of that morning, to be by himself.

Eight years. Thor’s proclamation hung in the back of his mind. Could his future be changed? It seemed that if it couldn’t, Time would not have attempted to balance out this ‘great wrong’ Thor predicted. There would be no reason to have visions, to be claimed as ‘Children of Time.’

Eight years. Eight years until he no longer existed in the universe. Until there was no Loki. Eight years, then, to try and prevent what Thor had seen.

Thor could see the future. Despite knowing about it for a few days and its dour tidings, the confirmation was exhilarating. Loki was himself a little jealous. Seeing the past would likely be useful, but seeing the future was far more prestigious. Even the Seers seemed to have been renowned for that ability. Knowing the past could come through study and careful observation. Thor generally seemed to get the best of everything anyways, but Loki knew he shouldn’t begrudge his brother such a invaluable gift. Even though it would have lent Loki some measure of usefulness if he were to be an advisor at his brother’s side, as he expected.

Although he couldn’t expect that any more. He and Thor would have to discuss what to do prior to the coronation, if they could. Thor was becoming more busy in preparation, and so was becoming more difficult to pin down.

As the evening set in, Loki became restless, trying to keep his mind off his demise. He kept coming back to the idea of visiting Sophia again, even though he felt it was too soon. They’d all done so much that morning.

But what could it hurt? The worst she could do was say no, or be in a situation where it wasn’t appropriate. Briefly, Loki wondered if Sophia had told her parents. Given her first inclinations that she was insane, he thought that she probably wouldn’t risk a similar reaction.

This time remembering to ward himself, even casting a circle to silence his noise, Loki closed his eyes and remembered what it was like to be with Sophia. Barely a second passed when he appeared next to the ragged, flowered sofa. Sophia was sitting on it, reading.

Loki didn’t want to surprise her. “Sophia,” he said softly.

She looked up and smiled, then grew serious. “I thought maybe you’d take some time to process what you learned.”

“Process?” asked Loki, sitting cautiously on the sofa, “I don’t want to think about it further right now, honestly.”

Sophia studied him, then closed the book, setting it on the coffee table. “I can understand that. Sometimes it’s better to wait until you’re a little more ready to do so.”

“I don’t know as I’ll ever be ready,” Loki said, leaning back. “Aren’t you worried about your parents?”

“They’re not home right now, otherwise I would be.” She turned and put both her legs on the couch, adjusting until she was comfortable. “You’re really just looking for something to do, aren’t you. For a prince, it seems like you should be more busy.”

“I’m the second son,” said Loki nonchalantly, “so I have considerably fewer obligations. Plus I’ve made sure I’m not available to be given commitments in the first place.” Sophia grinned. Loki looked around at the room, aware of how cramped and dark it was. “Why do you live here?” he asked.

“I wondered when I’d have to talk about this,” said Sophia. “I live with my parents because I have no money.” She looked at his eyes, seeming to check for judgment.

“Why are you worried about my reaction?” he asked point-blank.

She hesitated. “I suppose you’re from a different society. I don’t know what your culture values, but mine values wealth, hard work, and independence. All of which I’m not doing at an age when many people are ‘supposed’ to be independent.” She did a strange thing with her fingers when she said the word ‘supposed.’

Loki imitated the motion. “What’s this?” he said, unable to keep back a smile.

She laughed. “It’s used to…” she stopped and thought. “I’m trying to put it into terms for someone who doesn’t use our punctuation. It’s used to separate a word and indicate it’s a name for something that doesn’t fit.”

“Like sarcasm, then.”

“In some ways.”

Loki imitated the motion again, which made her snort with laughter. “Asgardian society prizes valor, strength, and bravery,” he said. “In many ways, I also fall short of those virtues when measured up.”

Sophia cocked her head, thinking. “I think it depends on your definitions of those values. Strength doesn’t have to be physical.”

Loki gave a wry laugh. “True, and hard work doesn’t have to mean labor. But if societies are to judge, it’ll be at face value.” He looked around at the room, somehow disturbed that it was the same as his previous visit. “Do your parents not like windows?”

“Ha, they do, which is why they live upstairs,” Sophia said sarcastically. “No, I chose to live down here so that I didn’t have to spend time in my old bedroom. It works out better anyways since I get my own bathroom down here.”

Loki recalled his experience earlier. “Did your bedroom have scalloped decorations on the walls?”

Sophia’s eyes widened. “Yes. How did you know that? Did you see it in my mind?”

“From when I was connecting with you this morning, yes. I think we may have - we may have had similar experiences as children.”

At this, Sophia shrunk back. “I certainly hope not,” she said softly. “What was it that you experienced?”

Loki shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to touch on something so deep. He began to worry he might bring up something that might make Sophia distraught. But he wasn’t going to lie about this. “When I was a child, I felt as though I couldn’t...express my emotions without either angering my father or...well, my mother…” He didn’t want to say it. “My mother seemed not to listen to me. So I would try and deal with my feelings alone, staring at scratches on my tiles.”

Sophia pursed her lips, tears glimmering in her eyes. “Yes,” she said softly, then cleared her throat. “I felt very much the same way. My father would get angry, too, and my mother seemed not to care. It was so frustrating, but if I showed my emotions, I was suddenly…”

“Considered too emotional,” finished Loki.

Sophia nodded. “I was told I was overreacting. So I went to my room instead and tried to figure out how to deal with it. That’s why I didn’t want to spend time in my old room. If I look too closely at that wallpaper, there’s just...too much emotion. It’s overwhelming.”

Loki nodded. “I’ve covered mine with a carpet, but I can never forget they are there.” For a moment they shared a look of understanding.

Sophia stirred. “Want to see outside these boring walls?” she asked, a false cheerfulness behind her voice.

“You mean there’s a world outside of here?” Loki asked acerbically. “I thought this was the entirety of Midgard!”

“Stop it!” Sophia said, laughing.

She led him up a set of stairs, where she slipped her sock-clad feet into a pair of oversized boots before grabbing a coat. “It’s the middle of winter here,” she said, then pulled open the door. A wave of cold air blew in as they stepped out into the evening.

The sun was already past the horizon, tinging the clouds and the snow below with pink. The house was surrounded by forest on a hill, with the road leading to further houses that disappeared into the trees.

Not the most spectacular view, but after the past few days, it was a welcome one.

“Welcome to Midgard,” said Sophia, breathless at the cold. “Not as pretty as Asgard, but hey, it’s got its charm.”

Loki gave a smile. “It’s lovely.” He looked up at the stars instinctively before reminding himself he couldn’t figure out his position as he could on Vanaheim.

“Are you cold?” asked Sophia. “I was wondering if you’d feel it.”

“I feel it, but it’s not a problem for me,” said Loki. “You’re about to ice over, I think.”

Sophia nodded, jumping up and down briskly. “I should’ve put on a hat and gloves!” With that they ran back inside.

As Loki moved back to the couch, Sophia stopped by a side table and took a pill. “I needed to do that before I forgot,” she said, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around herself before sitting down. “Now I’m good.”

“What was that for?” Loki asked curiously. “Sustenance? Pleasure?” Seeing her reaction, he stopped. “I suppose I shouldn’t have asked,” he said, a stab of worry going through him.

She pursed her lips. “It’s medicine.”

He should have guessed that. “I apologize, I’d forgotten that mortals need such things.”

“Yes, of course, it’s just a trivial thing,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, then hesitated. “Although, since you’re connected to my soul - or brain, or mind - you should probably know.”

“Know what?” Loki felt Sophia’s shame conflicting with fear.

“I don’t know if you can feel it or not, but my mind’s not like the majority of humans’. There’s several things going on, but the primary issue is an illness called bipolar disorder. It’s part of the reason I was having such an emotional time when I met you. It’ll take my mind from very, very dark states of mind to blissful ones.”

“I’m trying to understand,” said Loki, frowning. “As you’ve probably surmised, we don’t deal with this issue. I wasn’t even aware there could be illnesses of the brain. If I recall correctly, when you were feeling ill, you believed your mind was playing tricks on you. What you’re describing, however, seems different.”

“Yes, it is different. As you probably know, emotions are chemically created in the brain.” Loki nodded. “This disorder affects your emotions, which influence your thoughts. So even though I don’t want to, my illness makes me feel deep sadness, which can bring up emotional pain. At times though, it can make me feel...ecstatic and I make irrational decisions.”

Loki squinted, crossing his arms. “Interesting. Then the medication cures it?”

Sophia smiled wryly. “I wish. No, it’s supposed to help regulate my emotions. It’s not working, so I think I’ll have to ask my doctor to find a different medication. Each person is different, so we just have to search for what works.” She met Loki’s gaze. “I hope it doesn’t affect you, I’d hate for anyone to feel this way.”

“I’ve just been feeling the emotions,” said Loki, “but they don’t last. I don’t think our connection has changed my perceptions in any way, so I don’t think I’m acting differently.”

“Good,” she said with a sigh.

“Thank you for telling me, though,” said Loki, “It’s important to examine everything possible related to this phenomena.”

“Well, it wasn’t simply for observational purposes,” Sophia said wryly. “I did, you know, want to make sure you were alright.”

Loki pretended to gasp dramatically, clasping his heart. “You...actually care...about me?”

Sophia gave him a playful whack on his arm. While it certainly broke protocol, Loki didn’t care. It was nice to have someone around. “Of course, silly,” Sophia said, laughing.

It felt good to see and feel her brief joys, particularly when he was causing them. She wasn’t afraid to laugh, at least, not in his company, a stark contrast to the seriousness held around his position. The only other person he could really joke with was his brother.

Loki excused himself for a moment, bringing his focus momentarily to Asgard. It had already gotten dark, and he hadn’t lit any lights or braziers in the room, which was ominously stark and still. He wanted to get back to Sophia as quickly as possible, so he forewent lighting anything to grab a pitcher of wine and goblets.

When he returned his focus to her, she was looking at him, amused. “What is that?”

“Asgardian wine,” said Loki simply. “I thought you might enjoy trying it.” He set the goblets on the table and began pouring the rich red-purple liquid out.

“I technically shouldn’t because of my meds,” said Sophia with a sigh.

Loki looked up at her, wide-eyed. “You’re joking.”

“Just because I’m not supposed to doesn’t mean I won’t,” she said, reaching over and taking a goblet. “One can’t just ignore the few pleasures of life we get, especially if they’re pleasures from another world.”

“That’s the spirit,” Loki said jovially, sitting back and savoring the first sip.

He felt a flicker of surprise from Sophia as she looked at her cup. “This tastes different than a typical red wine!” she said, pausing as she rolled the wine in her mouth. “I didn’t start drinking until after I got my master’s, so I’m in no way experienced, but this is...rich? And definitely more alcoholic.”

“It seems you have a low opinion of Midgardian wines.”

“I think it’s more of a lack of experience with any good wine,” Sophia replied. “Even when I was a diplomat, they didn’t serve the expensive wines except at the most prestigious parties. I only got to attend one of those.”

Loki looked at Sophia in surprise. This woman was living in a cellar with no funds; he could barely imagine her in such a prestigious position. “I must’ve heard you wrong, did you say you were a diplomat?”

Sophia nodded and took another sip. “For four years, yes.” She squinted at Loki. “Does Asgard have diplomats?”

“We don’t have formal diplomatic positions,” Loki said, trying to envision Sophia as an envoy. “If you were a diplomat, what are you doing here, with...nothing?”

“I don’t know how diplomacy works in Asgard, but here we serve in appointed positions as a job. I lost my job after - “ she hesitated. A wave of her fear and sorrow coursed through Loki as Sophia looked at her wine. “After some bad experiences in my assignment, I developed a different disorder. I struggled to continue working for another couple years, then I - I gave up and came home to try and get better. It’s not been working, clearly.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Loki. While he didn’t understand these illnesses and disorders, he could understand that the mind had a terrible, powerful sway over one’s experience. It certainly made his theory that she was their sibling more dubious. “A fall of status so significant must have been discouraging.”

Sophia looked at him in confusion. “No, no. Status doesn’t have anything to do with...anything. I don’t care about that. I don’t even really care about not working, or not having money.” She rolled the goblet in her hand, watching the wine shift inside. “I think what was most frustrating was not having the flexibility to keep my job while trying to manage my health. As a result, what was most discouraging was having to fight for myself while not having the strength.”

Loki looked down sadly. He knew too well what that was like, to fight, to lack the strength, to give up and give in to the demands of others. Remaining passive in an effort to preserve his sense of self. “I understand.”

“You do?” Sophia said bitterly. “You’re a prince of Asgard, the god of tricks and magic. With all of that at your disposal, how do you know what it’s like?”

“I fight for myself all the time,” said Loki, his anger rising. “I don’t know if you noticed I have a brother who chooses to do as he will and impose himself on others, and a father who demands what I cannot give. I learned long ago that if I was going to get what I wanted, I had to get it in other ways than asking for it from my family or even from others. I deceive and trick them because I otherwise don’t have respect or even love.” He caught himself before spilling anything further. Careful, Loki, don’t say too much. Information runs the court.

Sophia looked him up and down, undoubtedly feeling his response. “I - I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”

Loki shook his head. “Don’t apologize, there’s nothing to apologize for. It makes you seem weak.” Immediately he chastised himself. You’re sounding like Father.

Finished, Sophia put the goblet down on the coffee table. “I’m still learning there’s a distinct difference from the stories I’ve heard and the person that you are. The same goes for your brother...and the rest of your family. I suppose I should have realized that earlier.”

As the evening waned onwards, discussed further the subject of the Odinsons’ findings regarding prophecies, Seers, and other topics of relevance. Sophia showed a keen curiosity and put ideas together quickly as he filled in the gaps of her knowledge.

Before long, their conversation was interrupted by the slam of the door and footsteps. Sophia shooed Loki off back to Asgard, where he slept more soundly than he expected that night.

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The Thunder Rolls - Part 2

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: About 3800

Summary: Dean and Sam are on a case in your hometown but the trail is running cold. Dean is hoping to make a move before they leave town and start another case. Based of the Garth Brooks song with the same title.

Part 1

Warnings: Domestic Violence, Swearing

Please, if you are or ever find yourself in a situation of domestic violence, *do not hesitate* to reach out for help, support, or just to talk to someone about what is going on. The United States National Hotline (24/7 and Confidential) is 1-800-799-7233. This blog (http://togetherweare-strong.tumblr.com/helpline) also has hotlines for multiple other countries.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.

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By the time you rolled home it was a full downpour, it was obvious the storm was only building and there was no clear end in sight. You showered to wash away the burden of a full work day but it still had not calmed you. Travis was still not home. Guilt hit you as you imagined him partaking in an affair. What if he was caught in the storm or worse, was in an accident. You dialed his number for a second time that evening but it only rang to be picked up by his voicemail. Surrendering, you dressed in your plaid flannel pajama pants and a gray v-neck t and went to find the relief of sleep.

As much as you tried to close your eyes in bed, you tossed and turned as your thoughts raced. Eventually, you couldn’t take lying down any longer. You paced the hallways by the front window waiting for his truck to pull in. You bit the nails of one hand while the other clung tight to your cell phone not wanting to miss his call if it came. A big crack of lightning flashed across the sky causing you to jump.

Rarely did you use alcohol to self medicate, seeing what it had done to Travis, but you felt as if your heart would beat out of your chest. You poured out whiskey over two cubes of ice, at least two shots worth. The whiskey burned your throat as you forced a healthy dose down causing you to hiss at the pain. Travis’ preference was more harsh than it was balanced, but it continued to warm you on its way down. You pressed the cold glass to your head to try and help numb your thoughts. It worked for a while, you lost track of time as you leaned against the counter.

It was 3:30 in the morning when you immediately noticed the light of headlamps sweep through the house being such a contrast to the regularly sharp flash of lightning. You instantly poured the remainder of the drink into the sink and left the cup on the counter. You practically ran out the front entrance and embraced your husband as soon as he shut the pick up’s door.

“I was so worried you may have been in an accident.” You explained seeking out comfort from him but he remained rigid.

That’s when you smelled it. Hidden between the scents of rain and alcohol, you smelled a sweet perfume, something you rarely, if not ever, wore. The lightning cracked in the sky and a roll of thunder roared loud enough to shake the ground. You knew your suspicion of an affair was true. You back away slowly and turned to run inside trying not to let him see you cry.

“Y/N.” You heard him call your name. You continued to run back into the kitchen, leaning over the sink afraid you may heave.

“Y/N.” His voice grew louder and every time it felt like a knife stabbing you in the gut.

When he reached the kitchen, he grabbed and yanked your wrist with such force it caused pain to ripple up into your shoulder in order to face him instead of the sink.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer. “How could you?” You demanded with tears and he answered you with a crooked smile. “Tell me Travis! How?”

“I put up with so much, you ungrateful bitch! Always whining and complaining, saying how I am not good enough for you.” Travis yelled.

“Are you kidding me?” You almost laughed at your newfound courage. “I have worked my ass off to make this work! I have been loyal, patient, understanding, submissive…” He cut you off smacking you hard across face, cracking just like the lightning outside. You held your face in complete disbelief as tears started to well up from the shock, he had never hit you in the face before.

“You selfish bitch,” he spat and threw you against the counter. “What I have to put up with. You think I wanted this life, to be tied to you.” You fell to the ground. “You are pathetic, you know that? So what, I have been sleeping around? You are a bore in bed and pitiful to look at.” He kicked you in the chest. “Who would want to look at those hideous bruises and scars while fucking anyway?”

You gasped for breath and tried to crawl away. He stalked you like a cat stalked its prey, watching you attempt to escape but never giving you full control. You crawled into the hallway and struggled to pull yourself up onto two feet. Travis assisted you by grabbing your hair and yanking you up. He smashed you against the wall and pinned you to it with his body. His forearm pressed against your throat making it difficult to breathe.

“But that’s never stopped me, has it?” His fingers slipped under your shirt and caressed your side. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your face. “You like it, don’t you.” He said it in a way that sounded like a revelation. “Being pushed around, roughened up… submitting.”

His fingers slid along the rim of your pajama bottoms and upon reaching the front undid the ribbon with one pull of the string. You sensed something was wrong about him, he typically didn’t give a damn about you or show this much malevolence. Maybe it was just the night because you felt different too, like the storm outside was raging inside your own heart.

“Not today Travis,” you sneered and spit in his face using it as a distraction to create a bit of space to knee him right in the groin.

As Travis groaned in pain, you sprinted down the hallway into the bedroom. You knew he would not be far behind and cried out in pain as you strained yourself pulling the dresser to act as a barricade. You frantically searched in Travis’ nightstand and under the bed for a pistol you knew he kept somewhere. The pounding came from the other side of the door as he called your name. You were terrified to go closer, but you had to search the dresser. Your heart accelerated as you looked through his drawers and he continued to pound. But you found it at last.

You retreated to the back corner of the room praying to God you wouldn’t have to use it. You didn’t have a lot of experience with guns, but you had enough. You checked to see if it was loaded, switched the safety off, and cocked it aiming it at the door. Eventually, the pounding at the door ceased and you sighed in relief hoping he would leave you alone for the rest of the night.

All was quiet, aside from the drops of rain hitting the window. You allowed yourself to slide down the wall and brought your knees to your chest, still not letting the pistol out of your hand. You were finally calm enough for your thoughts to start racing again. You had to leave him, you couldn’t keep living like this. Your mind went to Dean, would he be willing to help? He was the only thing different in this town, it was clear no one here would help you. They would suggest marriage counseling through the church or trying to make Travis happier. It wouldn't make a difference when every other night you would put up with it, control yourself, and behave and what seemed to be turning slowly into the need to fight for your life.

You wanted to pack a bag, to leave tonight, probably stay in a motel until you had things figured out. As you got up off the ground, you winced from the pain in your back and ribs. Before you even had the chance to start your way to the closet, the door flew open with such force that the dresser slid across the room smashing into the wall and causing the picture window to crack. You screamed in fear seeing Travis walk through, a look of murder in his eyes.

Without thinking, you drew up the pistol and shot in his direction, crying out as you did. Your ears rung, yet the room was silent, and felt wrong. Travis was still standing, with his eyes closed. You saw the bullet hole directly in his forehead and blood on the wall behind him. You watched in horror as he remained standing confused on why he wouldn't have collapsed.

Through the ringing in your ears and the thunder, you heard a low chuckle. The lightning flashed and his eyes opened to pitch black. You put your free hand over your mouth to afraid to make a sound.

“What a rush to the head!” He exclaimed excitedly, his eyes flashing back to normal only with streaks of blood through them.

Your heart stopped, this wasn’t real, you had to be hallucinating. But there he was clear as day. You were frozen with panic.

He felt the back of his head. “Now, that’s going to take a while to patch back up.” He slyly looked at you and licked his lips. “But you’ll be a lovely little distraction.”

You held up the gun again at his threat, unsure it would do any good but letting him know you were not going down without a fight.

“You’ve grown feisty,” He observed. “I think that should make this all the more fun.” He purred.

As he took a step towards you, you unapologetically fired two rounds, one missing him all together and the other landing in his chest. “You're going to regret that.” He hummed happily.

You fired another shot into his shoulder but it was clear you were not stopping him, just slowing him down. Tears slide silently down your face as you felt defeated and expected the worse, when your brain took control of your body not yet giving up. You fired again, two shots, this time at the window. It cracked even further and by the time you jumped over the bed and launched yourself into it, it shattered, setting you free into the open.

No time was wasted to look back, you took off running through the storm, within seconds soaked by the pouring rain. You ran as far as adrenaline would take you. You stopped to catch your breath and realized you were in the downtown area, which for this town was only about two blocks worth of businesses. Not wanting to be exposed, you led yourself into a small alleyway between two buildings. Leaning your back against the wall, you tried to catch your breath but your whole body was shaking with adrenaline and fear. The gun seemed glued to your hand almost unwilling to let go.

You allowed yourself a couple of sobs, but when it felt like the sobs were needing to be turned to screams of horror, you forced yourself to stop not wanting to wake someone. Distracting yourself, you walked the streets and alleyways trying to come up with a plan. Your mind flashed to Dean and you cursed yourself as his card was in your purse that was still at home. As you walked, you tried to convince yourself it was for the best, it wouldn’t be good calling a fed with a gun in your hand, trying to explain you had just shot your husband three times but that he was unaffected and wanted to kill you slowly enjoying every bit of it.

Upon your feet leading you to the only motel downtown, you realized you wouldn’t be able to stay there having no money on you. There was no question you could go to your family’s house. They would start asking questions and accusing you. Not to mention probably calling Travis, alerting him to your location.

That’s when you saw it. A familiar old black car. Something in your memory clicked but it took you a while to visualize it. You remembered Dean and his partner earlier this week, chatting at the diner, leaving payment on their booth and then walking outside. Getting into that car and driving off. Your body dragged you closer to the car without your full awareness. You guessed which hotel room was theirs on the bases of where the car was parked. Your free hand raised to knock on the door as your whole body continued to shiver. A voice inside your head said this was the most stupid idea you had ever had, but you went with your gut and tapped on the door three times.

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The lead early the evening had sounded promising but turned into a total bust. Sam had centered a few of the crimes to a nearby factory. There was definitely sulfur in the men’s locker room but after hours of interviewing the crews and giving them a plastic water bottle containing holy water, Dean ‘accidentally’ spilling some on those who would not drink, it was clear the demon had moved on or his vessel worked another shift.

Sam had found another case a couple states over and argued that it was more pressing than the current one. Dean argued back saying that they weren’t going to leave a job only halfway finished. Sam agreed to one more day of interviewing 1st and 2nd shifters at the factory, but was not going to agree to stay any longer.

The storm got worse but both Sam and Dean were able to fall asleep. Dean was traditionally a light sleeper without alcohol and tonight's beers wore off early. When he woke from dreams he assumed it was a clap of thunder but the pounding continued. He concentrated harder when the pounding halted and then repeated. It finally hit him that someone was knocking at the door. He picked up the alarm clock bringing it closer to his face to get a clearer view of the time but the hour of the morning confused him more. He grabbed his pistol from under his pillow and then threw the pillow at Sam waking him up.

Sam jolted up looking around for trouble, but saw Dean with his pistol in hand and finger to his lips. Dean nodded to the door with his head and the knocking repeated again. Sam got up and found the demon knife stepping behind his brother ready for whatever was on the other side of the door.

The motel had no peep hole so Dean put his ear against the door looking for any other clues. He heard ‘please’ barely whispered and then just two more very soft and gentle knocks. Dean put his pistol down and motioned to Sam to lower the knife. Sam did, but did not let go of it.

Dean opened the door to the storm outside and there you were right in the entry way soaked to the bone, shivering and the pistol still in your hand. He could see that your cheek was red and swollen and that your gray t-shirt didn’t hide your bruises as well as your shirt from the bar.

It took a second for Dean, still in the haze of sleep to recognize you but when he did he quickly guided you into the room. “Y/N?” He asked worried.

Sam closed the door and turned on the light as Dean led you. Sam went for the holy water, but Dean held out his hand to pause him. Dean guided you to sit down on his bed, you remained silent formulating your story, preparing for an FBI interrogation. Neither of them asked you any questions, Dean went to work trying to comfort you while Sam eyed you suspiciously. Dean wrapped two towels around your shoulder and used a washcloth to try and dry your hair when you didn’t respond to him offering it to you.

Your hair was still wet but no longer dripping, and Dean knelt down to try and meet your downward facing gaze, hoping to revive you from your catatonic state.

He brushed a strand of hair that was in your face aside and simply asked you, “Y/N, what happened?”

The pistol finally fell from your hand, you curled in on yourself not wanting them to see your weakness, but you began to weep. Dean looked at Sam for some direction, but Sam shrugged his shoulders. Dean picked up your pistol and unloaded it, seeing that several rounds were missing. He clicked the magazine back into place, put the safety on, and tossed it to Sam.

He sat on the floor while you continued to cry not wanting to press you for information and upset you further. You settled down a bit and wiped your tears with the towel that was still wrapped around your shoulder. Now that adrenaline was out of your system and you felt somewhat safe, the full pain from the evening started to set in on your face, wrist, chest, and back. You were determined not to become sick from it in front of them. Sam brought you a glass of water. Taking a few sips helped you calm down further. Dean knew he had laced it with holy water and Sam was more at ease when you showed no reaction.

You set the glass down on the counter, trying as much as you could to avoid eye contact with either of them ashamed of what you had done and bringing it to them. Dean moved from the floor to the bed to sit straight across from you. He gently reached for your hand trying to direct your attention to him and give you a sense of support.

You let him take your hand, he examined your wrist where light bruising had started from how hard Travis grabbed it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds deciding where to start again.

“Hey, Y/N?” He asked seeing if you would react better this time. “Me and my brother, we’re not actually FBI agents.” Sam flinched nervous at where Dean was going. “We use it as a cover to help people who are in danger of things that can’t be explained. So even if you feel like you did something bad, you can tell us, we won’t hurt you or lock you up.” He tried to explain as calmly and softly as possible.

His steady voice soothed you and for some reason, maybe it was the shine of his eyes, you knew that you could trust him.

“I…. I…” You stuttered.

Sam finally popped in offering support as well. “It’s okay, take your time.”

You took a deep breath and forced the words out as softly as you could. “I shot him.” You finally confessed.

Dean knew you meant the asshole who covered you in bruises and tried not to take delight in your retaliation against him.

“Who?” Sam inquired.

“Travis, my husband.” You were terrified even to mention him. “The way he came at me tonight, I couldn’t…” “You don’t have to explain yourself. Not to us.” Dean stated cutting you off already understanding half the reason why you did it.

You looked Dean straight in the eyes. “He’s not dead.” You confessed panicked. “I don’t know how, or I must be going crazy, but I shot him three times, straight in the head, and he walked it off like it was a simply an annoyance. He’s going to kill me Dean! He’s going to kill me.” You explained becoming more hysteric.

Dean jumped from the bed he was sitting on to yours and wrapped his arms around you, Sam was quickly by your side as well kneeling on the ground.

“Hey, hey.” Dean tried to sooth you. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.” He repeated over, rubbing your shoulders looking at Sam knowing they had found their demon.

“Y/N, I know it is hard to talk about, but what else was off tonight?” Sam inquired wanting to make sure. “Any strange detail could be important.”

Dean didn’t let go of you which is probably the only reason why you were able to continue. “He came home late. He just started cheating on me, I didn’t want to believe it, but tonight there was this perfume on him, that wasn’t mine. And I, I just couldn’t put up with him anymore. He’s always been rough, but tonight, it was like he was seeking blood. I didn’t mean to shoot him, I just wanted to scare him. But he forced the door open so hard, I don’t know where he got the strength. And I was just so scared I pulled the trigger. I don’t know how it landed right between his eyes, but it did and he just stood there, unfazed. I swear when he opened his eyes they were pitch black.” Tears started spilling out again.

Dean curled you into his chest. “We’re going take care of this.” You could feel his voice vibrating through his chest. “He’s never going to hurt you again.”

“How?” You asked not seeing a way to stop him if bullets wouldn’t.

“You let us worry about that.” Sam said not wanting to yet explain demons and monsters to you.

Dean noticed you were still shivering. “Why don’t you take a shower to relax and warm up? Then maybe get some rest?” Dean suggested. You nodded your head. “Come on.” He guided you up and to the bathroom.

He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature for you and brought you one of his dry t-shirts and sweatpants. Steamed started to fill the bathroom and Dean was about to close the door.

“Please, don’t leave.” You pleaded wanting them to stay at the motel.

“We’ll be right out here, call if you need anything.” He explained and waited for you to nod in agreement.

He closed the door but left it open a crack for your comfort. Sam was back on his laptop looking up information on Travis. He had quite a record of small misdemeanors and worked at the factory they had gone to earlier in the evening.

“He’s definitely our guy.” Sam observed.

“Even if he wasn’t, I still would go over to teach him a lesson.” Dean said sternly. “No one deserves what she’s been through.”

“We have to be careful, he already knows we are in town. He’ll smoke out again if he sees us coming.” Sam explained.

“Yeah, I’d like to get Y/N’s input on his behavior lately once she’s gotten some rest. Where he’s been going, any patterns she knows off. We should check the factory again to and see if he’s been showing up for shifts.” Dean added.

“We could use her…” Sam suggested.

“No, out of the question.” Dean demanded. “She can’t even get through a sentence without panicking, no way we are using her as bait.”

“Then what’s your plan?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, but we’ll find another way.” Dean stated firmly, trying to think of something while rubbing his forehead.

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