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syuga-s · 3 years ago

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just another night

w.c 5.2k

pairing. Seungsik x gn!reader

genre. fluff, friends in love

a/n. lmao, I can't believe I'm here again after 5 MONTHS, and basically, I'm here again bc Seungsik has been living in my head like a cute lil parasite for weeks. i truly love this man and I just had to write something very self-indulgent,,, ALSO i know I'm very late for valentine's, tried to post this like 2 weeks ago but look where we are (and warnings?) mentions of alcohol, moderate consumption nothing extreme, also alcohol preparation? the word sex is there, food is mentioned too, nothing crazy i swear

You and Seungsik have been friends since high school. It’s been about 10 years since you’ve been in each other's life. You’re always texting each other, even if you don’t see often. He’s your best friend. You’ve fallen into a comfortable friendship when you see each other every other month. When you both feel it’s been too long, and you need to catch up with your lives. It wasn’t until two days after Valentine's Day that it occurred to you that you hadn’t asked him what he did on that day. Unfortunately, you had your own little love “trouble” that you forgot to ask him about his day. The reason is, that your ex hasn’t left you alone for months.

He’s been begging you nonstop to go out with him. Telling you he’s changed, that he wants to treat you better for once. You know they’re just easy words. But the part of you that feels great when you’re with him would like to believe everything he says.

“I want to take you out to dinner” “I intend to keep knowing you, please don’t shut me out” “We can go to the movies, for coffee, you name it” “Please let me see you again”

It’s so funny how you may have wanted this years ago. And now, when it’s actually happening, him telling you everything you wanted to hear. You ended up falling for it. Despite not wanting to be in a relationship with him anymore, you finally caved in to his pleads, and it’s like he shifts into someone else every time we get to this point.

This time his text said, “what are we supposed to do on a Thursday?” idk bro, everything? Anything? BE TOGETHER LIKE YOU WANTED? “I guess you could come watch anime? i mean if you want” By no means I’m saying it’s a bad idea but, why does it only have to come to that EVERY time?

Whatever you have with him is difficult. Your love life (or lack thereof) is beyond hard, for sure. Feelings are difficult. So, your head has been on that topic for a few days because he asked you out for the 14th, and you couldn’t even muster up the energy to answer him.

You just wanted to see your best friend.

When you texted Seungsik on Wednesday night, you finally asked him if he had an eventful Valentine's Day. And when his reply was, “i didn’t do much, had a lot of work”, you immediately knew he was upset.

Now you needed to call him. He picked up at the first ring. Before anything, you spoke, “what happened with Sol? tell me everything.” He groaned, apparently not wanting to discuss it, but he knew you knew something had happened, and he clearly had to let it out.

“They were avoiding me, they barely wanted to go out on dates, always busy with who knows what, so when I wanted to plan something for valentine’s they simply said no. Obviously, I got upset, we got into an argument, and you know how that ends.”

While you were listening to him, you suddenly came up with a plan.

“I’m sorry Seungsikie, I always knew they were too boring for you.” You said in a teasing tone and he laughed. “And look if they never wanted to go out with you that’s their fucking loss.” “Yeah, well, I guess I was hoping things would be different at some point.” It hurt your heart to hear him say that. He’s always been a romantic, but in all seriousness, he always gets the worst partners. “I know what won’t make you upset anymore, let’s go out this Friday, you can’t say no alright, plus I really really want to see you.” “I know, we haven’t gone out since your birthday, I’m missing you too”, then his tone got kinda doubtful, “what exactly are your plans nerd?” you were both THE nerds in high school, always the ones that handed the tests at the same time, always the two that got up and solved math problems for the whole class, you’ve always been a team. “What makes you think I’ll tell you, dork? Knowing that you’re gonna see me should be enough for you” Neither of you knows how the two have been smiling just by hearing each other’s voices. You always forget how much you miss seeing him every day. He never notices how fast time goes by because suddenly, it’s been months since he felt this relaxed. And it was just your voice that made him feel at home after the past few days when he felt like shit. “I still need to know where, so I know how to pick my outfit, dummy” This man dresses better than you, so it made you laugh how he’s always worried about those things. “So?” “Oh my god, just wear whatever you like, you’re gonna be the best dressed no matter what, plus I bet you have new clothes you’ve been dying to wear so…” This time you made him laugh louder at your annoyed tone and that made him go along with your secret plan. “Alright then, but are you gonna dress cute though?” “Don’t know, maybe, we’ll see on Friday, love you bye” “Good night nerd, love you too” You’ve been organizing things all Thursday to make tomorrow perfect. Usually, Seungsik was the one that planned things when you went out, he always took you to the best restaurants, the best bars, always making sure you had a good time. So, you wanted to take care of everything this time. He deserved it. When you felt confident with your plan, you let Seungsik know that same night that you wanted him ready at 6:00 pm tomorrow. You took the day off, so you could clean your house and prep things for the night. You decided to do Seungsik’s favorite things. The first stop was to go for coffee to this new shop one of your coworkers recommended you. Next stop, go to one of his fave Japanese restaurants. Then you wanted to invite him to your apartment, so you could show him off your new mixology skills. You’ve been teaching yourself to make cocktails lately. Always on your never-ending search for new hobbies. And you felt you were pretty good at it, so you were dying to make him some of his favorite drinks. And it felt right because if you ended up deciding to get drunk you were gonna avoid a lot of, let’s say, unpleasant steps.

Finally, you were getting ready, and you decided to go for an all-black outfit. Black turtleneck sweater, black leather skirt, and black stockings. Today was cold, so a sherpa black denim jacket and black platform boots were a must. You went for gold jewelry and your beloved pink wool scarf. As for your makeup, your routine had changed to simply concealer, blush, mascara, eyeliner, and whatever lipstick you were vibing lately. You quickly gave your dog some water, food, and a little pad in case he needed to do his little business. “I’ll come back later Maxy, be good.” Grabbed all your keys and made your way to the café. Seungsik was already there when you arrived. He was waiting for you outside. It made you so happy to see him. And it may sound cheesy, but when you saw his outfit, you couldn’t help but smile. He was wearing the pink satin jacket you bought him a few years ago. Black turtleneck sweater, black denim jeans, and black boots. One would have thought that you managed to dress the same on purpose. When you got closer, you both couldn’t help but laugh at how you both looked. You were the one who hugged him first. For some reason, he had thought it was a good idea to stand outside in the freezing cold waiting for you to come. So, when he felt your hug, he was so glad you were this warm. It was one of those hugs where he could feel all the warmth radiating from you. For you, it was different. For a moment everything felt so calm, so safe, like nothing could hurt you. He softly rubbed your back and finally talked. “Let’s go inside, my face is getting numb from the cold”. You laughed in his chest, and he took you in his arms and walked together to order something. The café had this Parisian feel to it. It was beautiful and Seungsik told you he loved it. That got you happy once again. He ordered an espresso and you had a latte. As soon as you tasted them, you both looked at the eyes of each other, without having to speak you know he meant he didn’t like it because you thought the same about your drink. “You want to taste mine?” You offered. He gave you his cup too, so you could try it, and both had the same eyes again. You had to laugh now because both drinks were really bad, and you weren’t used to that. He muttered, “well at least the place is nice, we could take some photos”. Later you met the owner, and you found out that it’s only been open for three days. So, you agreed to come back another day to give them another chance. Seungsik’s been insisting on taking photos of you here. He said you looked adorable in this place and that you actually needed to update your feed. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that. He knew you weren’t fond of taking pics, but ultimately, you gave in to his request. And he wasn’t lying, you felt cute in the pictures he took, but that was enough effort for the day. You figured it was time to take him to eat, so you got into your car and headed to the restaurant. His favorite restaurant turned into your favorite too after a few years. Since it always reminded you of him. You’ve been here with your other friends, but it’s never the same without Seungsik. Being here, watching him in the subtle red glow of neon signs, you realize how cool he looks right now, particularly with his cherry-red hair, in your eyes he’s always been the best guy ever. He is unaware of your gaze, looking at the menu, deciding what to order. The scenario you had was begging to be captured, so you took your phone out and took a picture of your best friend. He noticed after you took it, and he just gave you a sweet smile. The servers already knew you two were regulars, so they always took special care of you. Tonight you went for some gyozas, ramen, and an order of sushi to share. A few beers and you were set. “I’ve been meaning to talk about your hair” he blurted out. You narrowed your eyes and gave him a playful smile but didn’t say anything, urging him to keep talking. “You dyed it, I- I mean” he started stuttering for some reason. it was just you, though? “I really like it, out of

all your looks I think this is my favorite” and now you blushed. “When did you change it? Last time I saw you, you still had your two-toned thing going on.” You tilted your head and rested your chin on your hand to think about it a bit. “Around mid-December, I think? It was before Christmas, for sure.” “Well, I like it” you smiled with his words and he smiled knowing that his words made you happy. Your food came, and the conversation moved on to some work stuff. How you both have been busier lately. Then you mentioned your parents and what you did over the holidays. How stressed you were at the end of the year because you took care of everything those days. He told you he’s been stressed for a while too because he moved to another apartment, finally on his own. You told him you had seen Diane and Ash last week for Ash’s birthday. That her boyfriend threw her a little surprise party and how you thought that those two are gonna end up married soon. He asked about Diane. She was the only one of your friends that he really liked for some reason. “She actually moved back into my building! Her clothing line has been doing really well, that’s why she came back.” “And what about you?” He fixed his gaze on you. “What do you mean? I’ve been talking about me all this time” His question threw you off, along with his expression. Suddenly, an air of seriousness. Seungsik repeated, “About you, tell me what you’ve been up to? Who are you going out with? i don’t know something like that.” The first thing you could do was shrug. “I mean I’m good? everything’s calm for once, but — you remember Louis, right?” Seungsik couldn’t hide his disgust. He hated Louis. His face turned into a frown, and he crossed his arms. Instinctively rejecting the thought of that person. You continued telling him. “Well, it’s not actually something, but he’s still there, you know? he begs me constantly to go out with him, i haven’t seen him in about 8 months or so? Apparently, he’s dying to be with me again, but you know him.” “Yeah, good, don’t go out with him.” It wasn’t funny, but you chuckled at that. “Yeah, don’t worry, I’m not planning on it.” Seungsik hated Louis since the moment you met him. He knew he wasn’t serious about anything. And with time, he knew how unaware Louis was about all he had when you were in a relationship. He didn’t understand what you loved about him, despite all the times he heard you say it. In his eyes, you were far too much for that good-for-nothing dumbass. He figured he always thought that way because you’re his best friend. He loved you too much to see you with someone like that. But maybe somewhere along the way, he got confused about that love. Or possibly, involuntarily, he maintained that love as platonic. You raised your brow at him, watching how his mind went somewhere else, “what’s on your mind? tell me". He hadn’t even noticed he was clenching his teeth. “just thinking about how unlucky we are in love” lie. But that made you laugh. “Seungsik, you’re saying that as if it was new information”, “we’re dumb that’s all.” You took a few more beers, and he asked you if you wanted to share one of the desserts you loved in here. And you obviously said yes. He told you that he had talked to his mom earlier. “Mom says she misses you, she asked me how you’ve been doing, but I didn’t know what to tell her, so you need to visit her soon.” Moments like this, when he says those kinds of things, make you think how lucky you are to have him in your life. It’s not common to be this meshed in someone’s life. All you could do was smile and nod at him. The silence between you was starting to burn. Onset to illuminate something else. You explained to Seungsik that your next and last stop was your house, so you paid the bill and made your way out of the restaurant. The entire staff seeing you off loudly, “mata okoshi kudasaimase!”. It was getting even colder outside, making your nose turn red instantly. You had left your car a little far from the restaurant, so you clung to Seungsik’s torso. And as if

it were the most mundane act, he placed his arm around you. Enjoying the source of a bit of warmth once again. Walking along the street in each other’s embrace. Relishing in the other’s perfumes. Content. Just when you thought you were walking alone, a guy in the street approached you and offered to sell you flowers. As you were mistaken for a couple by him. Both laughed it off because that was a regular occurrence whenever you went out, but it always caught you off guard, like now. You never explained to others that you’re not together because you know the exact words that’ll come out of their mouths. “But you look so good together!” Yes, we know.“Are you sure you’re not a couple?” As far as we know, we’re just friends. It’s simply bothersome to discuss the nature of your relationship with strangers. But at the same time, one would think you were staying away from that conversation yourselves. Ultimately, Seungsik bought you a couple of flowers from the guy, thanking him for the small bouquet as you walked away. Still headed to your car, you kept laughing about what just happened. “So that was new”, you giggled as you searched for your car keys. He smirked while you unlocked your car doors, once you were both inside he joked and said, “next time pay for your own flowers won’t you?” When you entered your house, your dog Max didn’t waste time jumping at Seungsik’s feet. His little tail wagging incessantly, giving him the most enthusiastic welcome, which made you jealous. Your tiny baby quickly forgot about you as soon as he saw your best friend, which hasn’t been at your place in about forever. “Hello Maxy, you’ve gotten so big!!!” His voice getting into a high pitch as if he were talking to a baby. Which he was. He held up your dog, again, like a baby. Soon you cleaned up his mess, thankfully it wasn’t much so you got done with it in 5 minutes. You stood next to him while he kept baby talking to your fur baby. Top 10 most heartwarming scenes in your life. Finally, your dog remembered you existed and started slipping away from Seungsik’s hold. When you took him, you mumbled in your baby voice too, “oh so you like Seungsikie more than me now, huh? can’t blame you, Maxy.” Seungsik wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that, or if he just has excellent hearing. However, he got this fuzzy feeling even though your place was freezing. His eyes followed you as you set your dog in his tiny bed with a little bone to chew at. He noticed how you were rushing to do things just so you could give him all your attention again. A sensation burning brighter. You finally came back to him and pushed him into your kitchen, which made him laugh at your action. You brought Seungsik to your little island and made him sit on a stool. When he saw everything you had left on the counter, he asked, “what’s all this?” “Behold!” gesturing him all your things neatly put in a stand which included a shaker, jiggers, various strainers, and a mixing glass. Along with bottles with different liquors and some new glasses you had bought for tonight’s drinks. A few herbs, leaves, and orange slices weren’t missing either. You were so proud of your setup that it had your hands on your hips with a proud look on your face. Then you clapped your hands together, making Seungsik jump at the sudden sound. “SO, I have everything for your faves, get ready to have me as your favorite bartender from now on.” A smug expression now on your face. First, you got some coffee out to start making a cup of espresso. While you allowed the coffee to steep, Seungsik was wrapped in the smell of the coffee grounds, already knowing which drink was coming his way. His view was a bit limited from where he was sitting, all he could see was how focused you were on doing this and that in the counter. You actually know what you’re doing with alcoholic drinks, so you can say they’re pretty easy to make. But the chances of messing them up are really high too. Mixology really is an art. You prepped the glasses with ice cubes and poured the Liquor 43 in each

of them, all that was left was the espresso, and they were done. You and Seungsik have had them with a lit-up cinnamon stick on top, which is an excellent plus, but maybe it’d be too much now when it’s just the two of you. Handing him the glass seemed like an accomplishment. You’ve been thinking about this moment for days. You wanted to clink glasses, and he got up from the stool. Suddenly, you felt how tall he was as he was facing you. His eyes crinkled when he said, “cheers!” You knew the drink was good, you MADE IT. But now you needed to know if it had lived up to Seungsik’s expectations. You were holding on to your glass for dear life, just waiting for a sign, an expression, anything. He wanted to toy with you. He saw the anticipation in your eyes. And in your whole body, actually. You seemed like a puppy waiting to be picked up. Trying his best not to demonstrate any emotion, he placed the glass on the counter and spent a few minutes squinting his eyes, pursing his lips, as if he was some connoisseur all of a sudden. Catching up on his game, you rolled your eyes and lightly hit him in the arm. Now he threw his head back in amusement, touching the spot where your hand had touched his arm. Still laughing, he finally assured you that he loved it. “it’s so good i can’t believe you” — “never thought you’d make drinks this GOOD.” “and if you keep that game going on that’s the last one you’ll get” you retorted. But soon your exasperation turned into a beaming smile followed by a giggle. Even prouder than before. “you’re so annoying, i swear.” As you slowly emptied your glasses, you started telling him about your journey in making cocktails. How you just decided one day that you wanted to learn how to make good drinks and spent several weeks attempting to master some recipes. You told him it’s not really hard because it’s not like you’re set on becoming a pro, but that you still needed a lot of practice and patience. “i can teach you later if you want.” After those words, he felt motivated to finish his drink and return to the kitchen with you. It was amusing seeing him like this. He looked awkward at your kitchen, not knowing whether you were gonna let him do something or just explain the steps to making a drink. The next drink you had thought of was even simpler. A gin and tonic with frozen berries and mint leaves. You urged Seungsik to get closer so he could see everything going on. When you reached for the alcohol and tonic water, you asked him to fill other glasses with berries and a bit of ice. When he brought them back, he stood beside you, watching how you filled them with the new mix. Shortly, you grabbed the mint leaves you had in front of you and handed some to him. “go crazy.” You were about to taste it when he stopped you because he wanted to clink glasses again. Or so you thought. Because in fact, he cheered softly, “to another 10 years”, which made you lock eyes with him. You could only muster up to raise the glass. You moved to your sofa and started talking about your friendship. Which was brought up from his most recent words. “can’t believe it’s been about 10 years and we’re still here”, “not many people get to that.” He said while facing you. It made you think. Well, certainly not. We go through so much in our lives, we grow constantly. And that means that we outgrow feelings, even whole parts of ourselves. Our lives change, and that means people leave. Friends leave. In some cases, we are the ones who end up leaving. And that never stops. So, when you acknowledge there’s someone in your life where you only feel a quiet calmness when they’re around, you have to make sure they stay a part of your life. With Seungsik, even a text or a phone call at the end of the day would always bring a smile to your face. You’ve been through enough in the past years to know that neither of you will leave the other. As time goes by, you’ve made sure to keep safe in your heart all the memories you’ve made together. From the countless nights where you went out to get intoxicated; where

you would run to him and cry your eyes out because someone had hurt you; to the days you would drag him to concerts where he didn’t know who the artist was. And the most insignificant things (to most people) as well. Like the times he would send you a song just because it made him think of you; the notes he would give you when you were in school; to even the short walks to anywhere because for a few minutes you were hugging all his warmth. You finally spoke, ”i’m really glad you haven’t left my life, i mean it” and leaned your head on his shoulder. Over the years, you had found you’re quite content in just having him nearby. Sure, you’ve been in romantic relationships before, you’ve been in love. But the love you and Seungsik have for each other is different. Even if you haven’t acknowledged it yet. The intimacy between you is what everyone would dream of having in their lives. The talking with your eyes. The way, you can’t go 2 seconds without some sort of physical touch. The back rubs when you hug. The late-night talks in your cars. And days like today especially. He had leaned his head against yours earlier. But both ended up spending minutes wrapped in your own thoughts instead of doing or saying something else. Strangely so, you’ve never had felt the rush to act on your feelings. And tonight wasn’t any different, both just enjoying how close you were at the moment. The night felt endless, you kept making drinks, but in the end, you both got drunk enough to go back to basics. Meaning beers. The heartfelt comments from earlier turned into jokes. Jokes turned into half-drunk singing to some random list of greatest hits on youtube for hours. He could hear you sing the same song on replay for days. He has always loved your voice, and tonight, he sat on your sofa to watch you sing one of your favorite songs. He could see the passion you felt, and his eyes couldn’t hide how he felt about you. For the first time in years, he wanted to kiss you. When the song ended, you turned to your left to face him. Not being sure if you or him were already very drunk, but there was something about the way he was staring at you that you felt like you were meant to fall for him all along. Both brushed off those thoughts once again when you asked him if he was already drunk. “i got sleepy all of a sudden” his code for yes. He sank into your couch and whined, “i should go before it gets too late.” You ended up cuddling next to him, drunk enough to feel your eyes closing on their own. Seungsik soon lovingly running his fingers through your hair. Relishing on how relaxed he was making you feel. You mumbled he should stay. “it’s not like you have work tomorrow.” His eyes were closed, too, and he wasn’t expecting those words at all. If he wasn’t this tired or drunk, he wouldn’t have been able to keep his composure in front of you. He even stopped the movements of his hand and stilled it at your shoulder. You gently moved your hand, so it could rest on top of his. It was just a touch. Innocent like friends. But it’s like time stopped for him. He now knew how he’s been lying to himself all along. You were touching his hand so casually, but it was driving him wild. It’s like you had electric charges in your fingertips. And he couldn’t deny he loved you more than a friend. Not a word was said for the rest of the night. You both fell asleep like that. Both wanting to stay right there a little longer. And that’s how you slept together for the first time. No kisses, no sex, just sleeping. Seungsik woke up first and saw you still asleep. Both still in the same position. He smiled when he saw you deep in slumber. He attempted to hold you closer to him without waking you up. Falling in love. Last night, he heard those words in his head. He realized he would’ve rather spent valentine’s with you. In fact, he actually never wants to have another date if it’s not with you. Currently, he hears his heart saying, you’re all i want. At long last, he decided to wake you up. He moved your shoulder, tickled your ear, and moved

his fingers through your hair again. You finally yawned, meaning you had woken up. You felt it was a miracle how you weren't feeling hungover but actually starving. With one eye open and the other closed, you turned your face upwards to get a look at Seungsik. He smiled at your face and whispered, “i’m hungry let's get some food come on” and with that, he kissed your cheek. Once you were awake enough to realize what he did, you stared at his eyes while he did the same. You don’t know if you imagined the small lingering moment, the way you’d both held your breaths as if time stopped. Both thinking that you should wait, that you shouldn’t be this close for the sake of your friendship. While the other part of you didn’t want to wait any longer and was screaming for you to finally take that step. Both knew that you loved each other without needing to say it. He ran his fingers through your hair for the second time today. You were about to kiss when your phone started to ring. The two of you were brought down back to earth against your will. You didn’t care about the call. Not planning to answer this early while you were with him, but it felt like the universe wasn’t agreeing on you two yet. Eventually, you got up from the sofa to stretch your legs and took the chance to go see who had called you. And you audibly groaned at the name that appeared on your screen. Seungsik hesitated to ask, but he did it anyway. “who was it?” Although, based on your reaction, he already had someone in mind.

"You don’t want to know,” you told him while you let out a dry laugh. Not even wanting to think about him yourself. When he asked if it was Louis and you nodded at him, he felt upset. That’s when he comprehended that he didn’t want to play games anymore. He just wanted to be with you. And by the look in your eyes, it was not just him who thought that. Finally, you were undeniably in sync with one another.

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years ago

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Taken & Found - 1

Request 1: Hey there! I'd really like to see a comforting Gibbs after the reader was kidnapped?

Request 2: Could ya do something with the reader being kidnapped and tortured in captivity for a long time and after she was rescued and came back Gibbs tries to get her to talk about what happened to her so he can figure out how to help/comfort her?

Request 3: May I request something with Gibbs and scared reader? Maybe they’re like trapped somewhere or she’s going under for a surgery? You can decide reader’s fate!

This is a two-part fic. This part is basically full angst, focused on Gibbs and the comforting, healing focus on Reader will come in the second part. I wanted to separate both.

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

TW: angst, kidnapping, mention of suicide, depression, slight alcoholism

Words count: 3k

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra @ncisfan @zetasaturno99

She was supposed to be thirty-five years old today.

And it was one of those very rare days Gibbs didn’t want to get out of bed.

He spent the night working on his boat in the basement, thinking about what his life would be if anything had happened. But he would never know, would he? No matter how bad he wished Shannon and Kelly weren’t dead, how bad he wished you were here with him… all of this happened. And he found himself alone in his basement.

Well, not entirely alone. He had a bottle of bourbon to keep him company, and Fraser, an old black labrador. Your old black lab. Your furry baby, as you used to say.

You rescued it when it was just a puppy, a couple of years before you joined NCIS. So, Gibbs has always known you with this loving thing. At some point, you would even take him to the office and Fraser’s favorite spot was under Gibbs’s desk.

Gibbs never wanted to get attached to the dog. Fraser wasn’t his, it was yours and he respected that. But somehow, you both made your way to his heart.

But only Fraser was still here.

Taking a sip of bourbon directly out of the bottle, his eyes landed on your pet, curled up in the armchair Gibbs put here years ago after you made a remark. “You know, you should put something down here. An armchair or something for people who visit.” You said, while caressing the wood with your fingertips. God did he wish he was the boat at this very moment.

“People who visit never stick around.” He answered, sternly.

“I stick around,” you grinned.

Indeed, you did stick around. A lot. Probably too much.

Would’ve saved him the heartbreak if you didn’t.

A week later, an armchair was down his basement.

With the bottle still in his hand, Gibbs sat next to Fraser and started to toy the blankie. Well, technically, it was not a blankie. It was a tee-shirt. One of yours. The one you left at his house, two years ago.

The top, representing one of your favorite bands, was destroyed now. Fraser chewed it, curled against it nonstop for two years, it was now just some cotton with dog’s hair on it. It didn’t have your smell anymore, it had Fraser’s, but Gibbs never had the strength to take it away from the dog to wash it.

He never had the strength to do much after you disappeared.

When it was clear to the team that you had been taken, kidnapped, abducted or whatever, Gibbs searched for you for weeks, probably mouths. He still does, to be honest, just not 24/7 anymore.

The first weeks, he asked - or actually, ordered - Abby to take care of Fraser. Gibbs was spending all of his time away, looking for you, he couldn’t take care of someone - well, a living thing. The lab tech happily obliged, but Fraser’s health quickly deteriorated. The dog wasn’t eating, or drinking. All he did was lay on the floor, waiting for his mum to come back.

“What, Abby? I don’t—“ not a welcoming way to answer the phone but she didn’t hold it against him.

“I know you’re busy, Gibbs, but I’m taking Fraser to the vet. He’s not okay at all.”

Abby heard her boss taking a deep breath. “Which vet? I’ll be here as soon as I can.”

The dog was clearly letting himself die. Without you, he didn’t see the point of living and Gibbs understood that. If he told anyone what he did after he got Fraser from the vet, they would think he was crazy. Maybe he was, but he didn’t care at this point. He didn’t care about anything, anymore.

Fraser was depressed and there was nothing the vet could do about it. So, they let Gibbs take him home.

And he took him home. His real home; your apartment. Fraser immediately lay on your bed and cried. “You’re reading my mind, Fra.” Gibbs muttered to himself, while preparing a bowl for the pet.

Gibbs had been in your room a few times, but he never paid attention to your stuff. All his attention was on you and your body when it happened. But as he was sitting on the floor, his back against your bed, he allowed himself to take a look around. It was very much you. Minimalist with your touch. He saw your guitar, your messy wardrobe, candles and some Polaroid pictures of people you love. Gibbs never paid attention to those pictures until this moment and one grabbed his attention.

A picture of him. You could see him from afar, aiming to throw a ball. He remembered that night but he never knew you took a picture.

Ziva had invited him to throw a few balls on a baseball field. It was a nice summer night and they had just saved many people from getting blown up. It was also the first night you kissed him. In his basement, you teased him like you always did and ended up with your lips on his. He wasn’t ready for it at that moment, and when he realised what had happened, you were already gone.

Gibbs held the picture in his hand and before sitting back exactly where he was, he went to the kitchen, grabbed what he had prepared and came back.

Fraser was still laying on your bed, his face on your pillow. Gibbs carried him in his arms, the labrador didn’t even fight back or anything. He put him in front of the bowl and Gibbs sat across. “You wanna die, Fra, huh?” The dog looked at him with horrifying sadness in his eyes. “You and me both, buddy. So let’s do this.”

Gibbs put the picture next to the bowl and grabbed his gun and the bottle of whiskey. “I know you know that salmon. Eat it, choke, and when you take your last breath, I’ll pull the trigger.” He said, pressing the gun against his temple.

Fraser is deadly allergic to salmon. When he was a few months old, you fed him some and the reaction was almost instantaneous. Luckily, you took him to the vet right on time for them to save him. “Salmon is banned from the house.” you said on the ride home.

The dog didn’t move one bit. With his face still resting on the floor, he kept looking at the man. Gibbs swore he saw tears in the damn dog’s eyes. “So? Whatcha waiting for? Eat it. It’s good salmon, trust me.” He said, drinking the brown liquor.

If Fraser could talk, he would’ve told him; ‘I may let myself die, but you’re damn crazy.’ Which would’ve been fair.

Gibbs was going crazy. It was the last straw. The last punch in the guts he could take. He had reached his limit.

He was finally letting himself love again and get loved in return. And someone took that away from him. All over again.

He got it, the universe hates him for some reasons. Why would he keep pushing it then?

Gibbs stayed up all night, drinking and waiting for Fraser to eat the fish and die. So he could pull the trigger and end this once and for all.

But Fra never did. Instead, around 5am, the dog went to grab something from the bathroom and put it on Gibbs’ lap. It was one of his hoodies. A hoodie you stole from him. Gibbs buried his nose in it and he could smell you. For the first time in many years, he let himself cry. He cried like a fucking baby, under the watch of your fucking dog.

At some point, he felt that Fraser was trying to nudge his nose in the hoodie too. “We’ll find her, Fra. We have to.”

If Gibbs had killed himself, along with Fraser, it would’ve meant you were gone forever. Because eventually, people would’ve stopped looking for you. They would’ve stopped thinking about you and just pretended you’re dead.

But Gibbs knew you weren’t dead. He knew it deep inside him. Because if you were dead, Fraser would’ve eaten the salmon and he would’ve pulled the trigger.

Laying in his bed, Gibbs turned on his side and found himself face to face with Fraser. The dog was sleeping and snoring. That’s what he does most of his time. Fra was still depressed, but he didn’t let himself die anymore. He eats and drinks the bare minimum. He doesn’t play anymore though. He used to be a happy, playful and loving dog. Now he’s just laying around, waiting for you to come back.

Just like Gibbs.

They both lost weight. Gibbs didn’t even bother to look at himself in the mirror anymore. He hadn’t been to the hairdresser in a while. His hair was longer than it has never been, and his beard was prominent now. You would probably freak out if you saw him like this. You would order him to shave and get his marine haircut back. You would feed him - and Fraser - until they are full. He just wished you were here.

He reached for Fraser’s head and pet him for a moment. “The boat is done and I can’t even offer it to her.” He sadly whispered. It’s been his plan a long time before you were gone. Building a boat after and for you. Now it was your thirty-fifth birthday, the boat was fucking done but he coudn’t teach you how to operate it like he promised.

For the next two weeks, Gibbs would stay in the basement, and stare at the finished product. There was nothing left to do on it, so he just sat behind the wheel, files on his lap and bourdon in one hand. His use of alcohol has never been higher than it is now. You’d scold him if you knew.

Maybe he’s self-destructing, hoping you’d show up and make everything right again. It was stupid, since you didn’t leave on your own. You were taken. Someone took you, and god knows what they were doing to you. This awoke a rage he never knew he had. He’d kill that - or those - person with his bare hands if he ever has a chance.

A month after your birthday, Gibbs was basically falling asleep in his boat, relatively drunk. Fraser was on his lap - he doesn’t realise he’s not a puppy anymore - when the dog shot his head up. “Easy, that’s just Fornell.” Gibbs mumbled, recognizing his friend’s footsteps.

“My two favorite depressed boys.” Tobias greeted them. He gently patted Fraser’s head and looked at his friend. “I need you to sober up, Gibbs. We need to talk about something important.”

“Just say whatever you have to say. I’m not that drunk.”

“Yeah, right.” Tobias grabbed the bottle from Gibbs’s hand and checked how empty it was. But Tobias knew only one thing would make him react, so he went straight to the point. “It’s about Y/N, Gibbs. Get your ass—“

Before the FBI agent could finish his sentence, Gibbs had practically thrown Fraser away. The poor dog looked at him with hurt in his eyes. It was only then that Gibbs saw the file his friend was holding against his chest. He didn’t think twice and tore it out of his grip. Tobias let him.

There wasn’t much in the file, just a picture.

A picture of you.

You looked different, thinner, your hair was shorter and in a completely different color. You looked like a homeless woman.

Gibbs’s jaw dropped. His head was spinning so fast, he needed to sit again. He touched the picture with his fingertips so softly, hoping it was like touching you. A lot of things were going through his mind at this moment, he actually drew a blank. “It was taken two days ago. In Wyoming.”

Gibbs didn’t need more.

Tobias had everything planned before he showed up at Gibbs’s place. One of the FBI private planes was waiting for them, in order to take them off to Wyoming. He had asked Emily if she could dogsit Fraser for a few days, and he even called Vance to let him know he was taking Gibbs with him.

In the plane, he told Gibbs how he came across this picture and all of the info he had, which wasn’t much to be honest. As far as they knew, you were in one city of Wyoming two days ago. Maybe you were gone by now.

But all Gibbs could focus on was that picture. He didn’t take his eyes off it since he opened the file. This was you. You were alive. Whatever happened, whatever the reasons you found yourself here, you were fucking alive.

Tobias looked at his friend. He’ll spend the rest of his life pretending he didn’t see the tear rolling down his cheek. “How you feeling?” He tentatively asked.

“I—I don’t know. It’s a lot.”

“She’s alive. We know it. We’ll find her.”

“I’ve always known she was alive.”

No doubt he did.

It was hard for Tobias to tame Gibbs after they landed. The agent was already barking orders at everybody and anybody, he was ready to organize a fucking manhunt to find you. But the first place they went was where the picture was taken. Gibbs spent hours in the area, while Tobias went to see the local cops. When he tried to check on Gibbs, the man never answered.

In the picture, you were looking at the surveillance camera. You knew you were being watched. You did it on purpose, Gibbs was sure of it. You must have left a clue somewhere around.

You looked scared, someone must have been following you. But he knew from what Tobias said; there wasn’t much more on the video. You were briefly seen and then disappeared, again. “Talk to me, Y/N.” Gibbs thought to himself while looking around.

It was only around noon that it hit him. He finally saw it.

Right there on the graffiti wall.

“Born to lose, live to win.”

Your handwriting. This sentence. Your tattoo.

You must have written this to let him know he should look at this wall. So he did. He studied those graffitis for a long moment, until he saw what he needed to see.

Numbers. GPS coordinates.

He called McGee, not paying attention to the missed calls he had. He gave him the coordinates and Tim gave him an address.

Was that it? The nightmare was finally over? He would go to this address, find you and take you home. Finally.

Fucking finally.

He felt dizzy while running to the address. It wasn’t that far away, and there was no way he’d wait for Fornell or a cab. So, he jogged to this fucking house. When he was standing in front of it, his heart was beating so fast, he thought it would stop.

But he couldn’t die now. He would die after he found you but not now.

He didn’t care about procedures or anything. He grabbed his gun, and let himself in the house by knocking out the door. A man was sitting there, on the couch.

The house was pure filth. The man seemed to be a bit younger than him, and he looked like a psychopath. Which he is, considering he took you.

The man was standing in his living room, his hands up as Gibbs pointed the gun at him. In a flash, Gibbs was standing right in front of the man, the gun pressed against his throat. The man looked scared, he didn’t even try to fight. “What the hell, man? Who are you? What do—“

“Shut your mouth. Where is she?” Gibbs asked, suppressing the urge to beat the man to death right now. That would come later. He needed to find you first.

“Who? There’s no—“

Gibbs’s knee hit him right in his crotch and that bastard fell on the floor. “You’re living the final hour of your life, you better tell me where the hell is Y/N, before I watch life leaving your fucking eyes.”

“I—I—“

Seeing his hesitation, Gibbs punched him. “Where?!” He yelled, but the man stayed silent. “Fine.”

Gibbs grabbed the guy by his collar to put him back up. He was physically impressive, but the adrenaline running through Gibbs’s veins gave him incredible strength. He threw him on the first chair he saw and immediately cuffed him to it. He punched him once more, harder this time.

His nose and lips were bloody, but of course it wasn’t enough. Gibbs fought a lot in his life. To defend himself or to arrest someone, but never, had he been filled with that much rage and anger. He didn’t think twice before his boot hit the man directly in his face, knocking him unconscious. He stared as the man fell on the floor along with the chair he was cuffed to.

He needed to find you. Right now.

No need to be a federal agent to know a psychopath would hold you captive somewhere private.

So he immediately looked for a basement, which he quickly found and he saw the door.

A reinforced door with quite a few locks. Keys. He needed keys that he found in the man’s pocket. Although he was still laying on the floor, fighting to regain consciousness, Gibbs kicked him again, in the stomach this time. He wasn’t holding back his strength one bit. He will kill him anyway.

As he was unlocking the door, his hands were shaking like they never did before. His heart was still pounding in his chest. He still felt dizzy.

He was sure his heart actually stopped when he spotted you on the one-person bed. You were holding your knees against your chest. It was dark, but it was you. You were there, a few feet in front of him. He didn’t even know what to do.

But you did.

When you realised who was standing in front of you, you weakly jumped off the bed and rushed into his arms.

The only thing that kept you alive all this time; knowing that he would find you.

You felt even smaller than you already were. With your arms wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his chest, Gibbs felt you crying.

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, afraid it wasn’t real. Afraid he may hurt you. Afraid you would disappear again. “You found me.” he heard you whispering.

That he did.

#jethro gibbs imagine #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs x reader #agent gibbs #jethro gibbs #gibbs x reader #gibbs #ncis fiction #ncis fanfic #ncis fanfiction #ncis

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bex-la-get · 3 years ago

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What is Critical Role?

Oh Nonny. My dear, sweet Nonny. I hope you're buckled in 'cause I'm about to take you on one hell of a nerd ride. You ready? Let's go!

Critical Role is a show streamed on Twitch where a bunch of voice actors (Matthew Mercer, Marisha Ray, Sam Riegel, Liam O'Brien, Laura Bailey, Travis Willingham, Ashley Johnson, and Taliesin Jaffe) get together to play Dungeons and Dragons. The show itself started in 2015 but the [first] campaign had been going since two years prior, starting as a single session home game for Liam's birthday. Campaign 1 ran from March 2015 to Oct. 2017 and Campaign 2 ran from Jan 2018 to June 2021. Campaign 3 started this past Thursday (10/21).

Critical Role has since blown up, popularizing DnD in the process, and they're now on their third campaign (Campaign 2 ended in June of this year). They started a Kickstarter a few years ago to have an animated special of their first campaign, the Legend of Vox Machina with a 45-day length to reach their goal of $750,000. They reached over $1,000,000 within an hour. Critters go hard, dude.

I don't remember the details but, somehow, Amazon Prime Video got involved and picked up the show for two seasons (just to start). They've been working on it for easily over 2 years at this point and it premieres in February and I am PUMPED. I will be talking about it nonstop when the time comes, I'm warning you now. Sorry, not sorry.

In case you're curious, Campaign 1 is 115 episodes (roughly 373 hours) and Campaign 2 is 141 episodes (I can't find the run time but you can get the idea). There's a lot of lore and background but you don't necessarily need to watch either Campaigns 1 or 2 if you wanted to start C3 or if you wanted to watch the animated series. Most everything can be found on their Youtube channel, including additional background videos and all of their streamed content.

Apologies for the word vomit, Nonny. I'm sure this way more than you needed but I just really love CR and I tend to get wordy when I'm excited. If you've read this far, I hope I answered your question. And thanks for sticking around. Now, if you need me, I'll be finishing the C3 premiere. Thanks for stopping by, Nonny! 💙

#bex rambles #critical role #cr3 #bex talks critical role #matthew mercer #marisha ray #laura bailey #travis willingham #ashley johnson #sam riegel #liam o'brien #taliesin jaffe #bex answers #asked and answered #anonymous asks

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riddlehoes · 3 years ago

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Character: Harry Potter

Warnings: None!

Summary: character looks back on the times that are relevant to her now with her then lover, Harry Potter.

I had always wondered what it was like to feel that type of love where you love that other person so much that your hometown doesn't really remind you of hone or family, it reminds you of them. And it's nice at first, until they stop loving you, and now when you think of your hometown, your heart hurts.

I was born in Little Whinging, Surrey, England. February 11th, 1981. My mom was a pure blooded witch, my dad as well. Though after 3 years at Hogwarts, it was just me and my dad.

" Oh angela, you'll be okay. I promise. You still have your dad. "

That's what Harry Potter told me a few hours after I was told my mom died in our third year. He had grown close to my parents since we started at Hogwarts. We had always lived next to him but him never being able to leave the house alone, restricted us from connecting.

" I remember when I would watch out the window and I'd see you play with one of the neighbors and you'd be doing something..." he told me as he trailed off, a smile creeping onto his face.

" you made this colorful butterfly fly around you and the girl and she started screaming and ran home. I thought you were some sort of magician. I was amazed. " He said, smiling bright. I pecked his lips then laid back against his chest.

He told me that as we were leaving for Hogwarts for our 4th year. The year we said I love you for the first time.

We were young, maybe I shouldn't have fallen as hard as I did, but I thought he was too. He wasn't.

" s-so you know me and Ginny. Well you know I um spent Christmas at the burrow since I had no where else to go- " I cut him off with an eye roll. " you could have came to my house. It was just me and my dad, it was sad. " I huffed, putting my fist to my cheek.

" Um okay anyways, me and Ginny were um just sitting in the living room, then she um fed me a pie then we um kissed and I'm so sorry. " he muttered, holding onto my hands. " Harry, if it was only a kiss and you're truly sorry then it's okay. I love you, and I know you won't do it again. " I told him, a sincere smile making its way to my face, not knowing it'll be scared off soon enough

" No, no Ange. Um I want to do it again. I want to kiss Ginny again. "

My heart dropped at his words. Completely shattered. My cheeks got red and my face was contorted into confusion.

" But me and you Harry, we're together. " I whispered, looking down at my lap. " I wanted to end it with you before she and I went any further with our relationship. " he told me, attempting to grab my hands.

I pulled them away and shook my head as tears slowly streamed down my face. " So, so you decided to tell me at my birthday dinner? " I said finally looking up at the face that usually only brought warmth.

Now it only brings a cold feeling in my chest.

" I know okay, but I didn't want to tell you in front of everyone. I didn't want to embarrass you. " he said. I looked at him in disbelief and stood up, throwing my napkin on the table.

" You didn't want to embarrass me? YOU CHEATED ON ME AND ARE NOW DUMPING ME FOR A BLOODY FIFTH YEAR HARRY AFTER FOUR BLOODY YEARS HARRY. FOUR. " I raised my voice, the tears choking me up as I picked my wand up off the table and walked out. Not even picking up my jacket.

He did this in the Leaky Cauldron. Where we were celebrating my 16th birthday.

After that night, I locked myself in the bathroom with Moaning Myrtle. Ginny tried to give me my jacket, but once I threatened to hex her, she just left it on my bed.

She and Harry went on to date, and are now engaged, to be married any day now. I was invited, of course. Harry still saw me as a friend, an important one at that.

" I'm Angela X- " the young boy cut me off, " Angela Xoren. Yes. You live across from me. " he told me, offering his hand. I sent him a smile and shook it, " I'm Harry Potter. "

This interaction happened sometime after the sorting ceremony, and it was our first official greeting. Other than the few glances we shared while I was outside and he was inside peering out.

" honestly kinda surprised I was sorted into Gryffindor. Mum was in Gryffindor. Dad was in Slytherin. " I told him, as he and the ginger boy ate next to me

" Both of my parents were in Gryffindor. I didn't even know my parents were wizards, no I didn't even know I was a wizard until just days ago when Hagrid bursted into my aunt and uncles hut. He explained everything to me over the next few days now I'm here. " the young boy explained. A pang of hurt thrusted into my heart as I remembered my father telling me about the boy who lived.

" My father told me about you. He didn't know your parents well, mum was in Gryffindor with them. She always tells us stories about Sirius, Remus, Lily, James, Peter, Marlene. Even Severus. " I told him, he looked at me with curiosity.

" tell me the stories about them, the ones your mum told you. Please. " he asked, more like pleaded.

We bonded over that moment, it sprouted a friendship. Long lasting, or at least... it was supposed to be.

" mum told me that Lily was very funny, very smart. And your dad was very athletic, very sweet. " I told Harry as we sat in the common room, the fire soaring in the fireplace.

" Your dad was very much in love with your mum. For many years. Then, when Lily became head girl in her 7th year she began to date james. It was truly a one for the books. " I said, his smile widened

( these next few stories are made up to make the friendship strengthen. )

" Mum was with Lily, who was really good friends with Marlene who dated my father during their 4th and 6th year. Mum and Lily were out in the courtyard, it was snowing. Marlene, Sirius, James, my father and Remus were hiding behind a snow wall of some sort. And they began to just fire snowballs at our moms. " I had to stop to let out a laugh, Harry as well.

" and so mum and Lily had to hide behind one of the stone benches, trying to dodge the um nonstop snowballs. Mum said it was one of the best days at Hogwarts. Marlene and Sirius ran over and joined them so they could attack Remus, James, Marlene, and my father. Mum said that was the first day she had truly bonded with my father. James targeted your mum, he thought that if he targeted her she would like him. She didn't, or she did. Not that she'd admit it to herd self until 7th year. " he chuckled.

" your father didn't really know anyone you said? " he asked, I shook my head and scooted back further into my seat. " He really only hung around when Marlene was with her friends. But in those two years, she spent more time with my dad, cause she thought they were meant to be. But they weren't. "

I was like Marlene in a way. I thought Harry and I were meant to be. But we obviously weren't.

As I sat down in my living room, I heard a whoosh in my fireplace and Ginny walked into my living room.

" Angela hi. " she said, smiling that bright smile. I sat my book down, and got up going to hug her. " Hello Gin. How have you been love? " I asked pulling away from the hug, and pulling her to sit on the couch.

" I've been good. The wedding planning has finally ended. The wedding is soon. Will you be coming? " she asked, my throat closed up but I nodded.

" Of course. You and Harry. Y'all have been very good friends since Hogwarts. I would not miss that special day for the two of you. " she nodded, and stared into my eyes. Grabbing my hands.

" Ange, if you are not comfortable with it I do not want you to feel forced to come. I have always cared for you, and if you do not feel comfortable enough to come I don't want you to feel forced to come okay. Just take time to think it ov- " I stopped her, shaking my head. " Ginny. I don't care what happened between Harry and I. You Ginny, you told me about how you dreamed for your wedding day since you were five. You dreamed to leave the big ginger family and starting your own new family. I will be there for you. For you and Harry. Okay. " I told her, trying to reassure her. She nodded and pulled me into a hug.

" Angela I love my family. Dearly. But it's such a big family. So many rooms to clean, so many people to feed. When we graduate, I dream to move to somewhere quiet, secluded. In a small but big house with to many rooms for all the kids we're gonna have. " Ginny told me as we sat in the library, acting like we're reading.

" Okay, I'll see you next Friday then? Hermione is throwing me a bridal shower and id love it if you came. " I nodded with a smile, and put the dirty dishes into the sink.

I walked her back to the fireplace and handed her floo powder. " I love you gin, I'll see you Friday. " she nodded and gave me another hug, " I love you too Ange. I'll see you then. "

Then she was gone. I went back to my book as my mind wondered back to Hogwarts.

" how many kids do you want ange? " Harry asked as we sat on the common room couch, cuddled up. I shrugged as I think about my non. " My mom wanted two more kids, so I'm thinking maybe 3. She never got her three kids in her big suburban wizard neighborhood. " I whispered as he played with my hair.

" I want three kids too, my mom was pregnant when Voldemort killed her. Sirius told me before he died, that. And that mum wanted 2 more kids as well. Maybe I can live her dream. " I nodded at his words with a smile, imagining our life together. Three kids. Big house in a wizards suburbia.

Planning my future so early on with my one sided lover, was a mistake. A mistake I shouldn't have been dumb enough to make.

" I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride! " the minister said, then Harry kissed Ginny. A passionate kiss.

They were married, finally married.

" I never really thought Ginny and I would happen Angela. I never thought I would be with anyone else, anyone else but you. " Harry said, I nodded as tears threatened to escape.

" Harry, I love you. I love you very much and I think... I think I always will. Which is why I want, no I need you to always be happy. " I started grabbing his hands, " you are so obviously happy with Gin. So I will continue to support you two until the day I die. " I pulled him into a hug and he smiled widely.

" thank you Angela. I will always love you, you will always be very important to me. " he told me. I nodded and pulled away, standing up from the common room couch.

" I will see you after break, have a nice Christmas. " I said, and bid a goodnight.

Me, Fred, George, Luna and everyone else on Ginny's side jumped up and cheered as Ginny and Harry walked down the isle hand in hand in tears.

I hugged Fred, George and Ron who joined us.

" you good angela? " Fred asked, I nodded with a smile as we all walked out of the chapel and apparated to the venue.

Fred and I had been seeing each other for a few months, he had known of my infatuation with Harry. But he knew I could move on, that I was.

#hinny wedding #hinny #harry potter #ginnymollyweasley #ginny weasley #ginny x harry #weasley supremacy #fred weasley #harry x oc #harry potter x original character #harry potter x oc #ginevra molly weasley #harry james potter

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st4rdust-machiine · 4 years ago

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Thanks to @thebittervampire for tagging me in this get to know meme a few days ago💙

rules: answer the questions and tag people you’d like to get to know better

➵ when is your birthday: November 23rd

➵ where do you live: SEA

➵ three things you are doing right now: Eating leftover birthday cake(from my sister), listening to some music, contemplating about playing a game later in the evening but ultimately won’t in the end(most likely)

➵ four fandoms that have piqued your interest: I guess the most recent one is RE, about 1-2 months ago. Which btw, never thought I’ll be interested in RE ever but look where we’re at (edit: my mind went over "4" so the others are dishonored, bloodborne, ff7)

➵ how has the pandemic been treating you: I know this has been a time of much stress and pressure for a lot of people, but for me, having to isolate from the rest of the world has actually given me some peace of mind. I think I’ve mentioned this before in some tags but there’s this part of a routine in my life that always gave me terrible anxiety and stress and now I don’t have to go through that bc of the pandemic

➵ a song you can’t stop listening to right now: 10-20-40 (it’s been on nonstop for the past week)

➵ recommend a movie: Can’t think of one

➵ how old are you: Currently 20 (born in ‘00)

➵ school, university, occupation, other: I used to study in some creative multimedia firm, but I discontinued with them like 4-5 months ago. Not so much bc of the pandemic, but other particular complications. I’m definitely open to starting art education again sometime when it’s suitable. As for profession I’m currently honing my art skills so I can be confident enough to open comms(I definitely will one day). 3d art is another thing I want to add to my list of expertise

➵ do you prefer heat or cold: Please freeze me to death

➵ name one fact others may not know about you: Back when I was younger, EVERYTHING used to scare me. Not just horror related stuff, but even just slightly surreal themes in cartoons and pictures get to me. Now I love horror, macabre, surrealism, etc and actively seek out media and art with these themes.

➵ are you shy: I have pretty bad social anxiety. I definitely come off as shy/aloof to most people

➵ pronouns: She/her

➵ biggest pet peeves: Changing plans at the last minute, and little misunderstandings that make someone think I’m being irresponsible or guilty in that situation(when I wasn’t)

➵ what’s your favourite “dere” type: Not my thing

➵ rate your life from 1 to 10 (1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be): If I judge how it is right in this moment, probably a 6

➵ what’s your main blog: Right here

➵ list your sideblogs and what they’re used for: I do have a private sideblog I use to save and organize fandom stuff I would later rb to here. Like some kind of bookmark page

➵ is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends: Basically what thebittervampire and elluvians said and on top of that I tend to overthink how to reply so that also contributes to prolonged silence. Plus with said social anxiety, it’s hard to bring myself to start convos even when I really want to (I’m trying to get over that though)

uhhh I tag @lordansketil @thornheartless @grandinventor @asoeiki (if you guys want to of course!) and anyone who stumbles upon this and want to give it a go.

#thanks again #tag game #get to know me

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tabloidtoc · 4 years ago

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OK, November 23

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jeff Bridges opens up about the fight of his life

Page 2: Contents

Page 3: Contents

Page 4: Lori Loughlin’s life behind bars -- Lori’s been having a hard time adjusting to her new reality

Page 6: The holiday season will look a little different for Prince Harry this year -- originally the plan was for Harry to travel to England around Christmastime and Meghan Markle reluctantly agreed though she was far from happy with the idea but now with new travel restrictions in place due to Covid-19 she’s told him there’s no way they’re leaving California which is crushing for Harry who was looking forward to spending the holidays with the royals especially since he missed out last year and he’s been horribly homesick these last few months and he misses the holiday traditions he grew up with even though he loves his life in America with Meghan and son Archie

Page 7: Newly single Kelly Clarkson has been swooning over country crooner Brett Eldredge her collaborator on the flirty new Christmas tune Under the Mistletoe -- they spent lots of time together in the studio and on the phone and really bonded while they were cutting this sexy song, Brad Pitt’s most recent ex-girlfriend Nicole Poturalski has started talking to friends about what happened between them in detail and it’s an embarrassing mess for Brad who prides himself on privacy, after 16 seasons as colleagues and sparring BFFs on The Voice Adam Levine and Blake Shelton are besties no more because there was a lot of talk between them about keeping in touch and hanging out after Adam left the show but amid lingering tensions neither has made an effort and Adam may not even be invited when Blake marries Gwen Stefani

Page 8: Ever since Sofia Richie split for good from Scott Disick she’s been out every night with some really shady types to the dismay of her dad Lionel Richie who is not liking what he’s hearing about her partying and dating habits -- Sofia has already jumped into a new relationship with Cha Cha Matcha founder Matthew Morton and is hanging nonstop with his crew -- Lionel thought breaking free from Scott would mean a calmer life but it just sees like she’s gone off the rails, Betty White is already gearing up to celebrate her 99th birthday in January with a low-key yet reverent bash, she’s been linked to several Hollywood hunks of late but Lily James just wants her old beau back and she’s regretting breaking off her five-year relationship with Matt Smith -- since the split she’s been linked to Dominic West and Armie Hammer and Chris Evans and the onslaught has only made her miss Matt more -- Matt’s always had her back and Lily knows she made a mistake letting him go but Matt feels duped regarding all the rumors about her and other guys but she swears nothing happened and that she misses him

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars wow in romantic ruffled gowns -- Keke Palmer, Gwyneth Paltrow, Kirsten Dunst

Page 11: Lupita Nyong’o, Halsey

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Renee Bargh vs. Alessandra Ambrosio

Page 14: News In Photos -- Paris Jackson posed for a portrait in Beverly Hills days before releasing her debut solo album

Page 15: Adam Brody with his newborn son in Malibu, pregnant Jinger Duggar stepped out in Venice with husband Jeremy Vuolo and their daughter Felicity for lunch, Lady Gaga on stage at a drive-in concert in Pittsburgh

Page 16: Rebecca Romijn and Jerry O’Connell headed out for brunch with one of their twin daughters in Encino, Camila Cabello held on tight to one of her three pups while chasing another one who escaped from his leash in Miami, Pierce Brosnan playing golf in Hawaii

Page 18: DJ Diplo took a dip in the ocean in Miami, John Legend took his Ford Mustang out for a spin with wife Chrissy Teigen and one of their dogs in Beverly Hills

Page 19: Bella Thorne and boyfriend Benjamin Mascolo in Rome, Scott Disick was Ace Ventura for Halloween in L.A.

Page 20: Ruff Life -- stars show love for their canine companions -- Ariel Winter and her latest rescue Cobey, Jamie Chung and her dog, soccer star Alex Morgan with her dogs Kona and Blue

Page 21: Nev Schulman cuddled up with Dancing With the Stars partner Jenna Johnson’s dog Ziggy, PLEASE ADOPT, DON’T SHOP

Page 22: Shawn Mendes on a walk in Miami, Kate Mara stopped by Target with her daughter, Ellen DeGeneres dressed up as a nurse who is her favorite superhero

Page 24: Skai Jackson headed to rehearsals for Dancing With the Stars, Elizabeth Lyn Vargas of Real Housewives of Orange County gave a tour of her home, Joe Jonas strolling daughter Willa around the neighborhood

Page 25: Thomas Brodie-Sangster attended the premiere of Stardust a biopic about David Bowie in London, Donnie Wahlberg and Steve Schirripa filmed a scene for Blue Bloods in Brooklyn

Page 26: Taking over duties from Prince Harry his stepmother Duchess Camilla arrived at the Field of Remembrance to commemorate those who lost their lives in the armed forces in London, Amber Heard enjoyed a hike with her dog in L.A., Renee Elisa Goldsberry and Sara Bareilles and Paula Pell and Busy Philipps filmed a scene for Tina Fey’s upcoming series Girls5Eva in NYC

Page 27: Offset delivered free food to voters waiting in line on Election Day, Ciara in Seattle

Page 28: Ryan Gosling and Eva Mendes have finally become husband and wife in a low-key ceremony in the backyard of their L.A. home with just a handful of family and close friends like Steve Carell and Emma Stone were in attendance -- Ryan wore jeans with a button-down shirt while Eva wore a red dress from her own collection -- now that the party’s over Eva and Ryan have been talking about having a third child

Page 29: Reality hit Love Is Blind hooked viewers with its OMG premise but the show’s married cohosts Nick Lachey and Vanessa Lachey were decidedly less riveting and their presenting style was laughably wooden and stiff and while the duo is slated to return for the show’s second season Nick and Vanessa have been put on notice to spice it up, Tori Spelling is freaking out at the prospect of her husband Dean McDermott spending six months alone in Toronto which is the same town where he cheated on her seven years ago -- Dean has signed on to star in Canadian TV show Lady Dicks and while Tori should be thrilled that that he’ll be bringing in some income for their often-struggling family of seven she is preparing for the worst

Page 30: While it appears Nina Dobrev and Shaun White have spent 2020 in hardcore flirt mode Nina’s friends have cautioned that this is a dead-end romance because Shaun shows up and posts pictures of them on social media but the fact is they’ve barely spent any time together and they hook up and then he goes back to his own place -- Shaun rarely invites Nina to either of his two Hollywood Hills pads and is proving his flaky reputation is legit, things are looking up for parents-to-be Kit Harington and Rose Leslie after a rocky start to their marriage the two are finally in a happy place -- Kit has stopped boozing and this baby has put a fire under him to be more accommodating and besides helping update and baby-proof the couple’s 15th century countryside manor Kit’s been more attentive to Rose in every way, Love Bites -- Erika Jayne and Tom Girardi split, Maya Erskine and Michael Angarano are engaged and expecting, Ashlee Simpson welcomed her second child with husband Evan Ross

Page 32: Cover Story -- Jeff Bridges: I’m not giving up -- how the beloved star is coping during his brave health battle

Page 36: Katherine Heigl why she disappeared -- the reason Katherine walked away from the spotlight ad how she found her way back

Page 38: Home Alone turns 30 -- in honor of the holiday classic’s milestone anniversary secrets and trivia about the movie and its stars

Page 40: Feel the Burn -- fitness fanatic Morgan Coleman is here to take your home workout up a notch

Page 42: Healthy Holidays -- how stars stay fit and feeling their best during the festive season

Page 46: Style Week -- Olivia Culpo has teamed up with her siblings on an exclusive collection for Macy’s

Page 48: What’s Hot Right Now -- Madewell wants you to Make Weekends Longer with its new sustainable MWL collection

Page 49: Steal Her Style -- Drew Barrymore

Page 50: Dress the Halls -- festive pieces to rock through the holidays even if you’re celebrating at home -- AnnaSophia Robb

Page 54: Entertainment

Page 55: Q&A -- Jake Tyson

Page 58: Buzz -- Just weeks after Kim Kardashian West was slammed over her 40th birthday bash Kendall Jenner received similar criticism for throwing a jam-packed soiree for her 25th birthday

Page 60: Sound Bites -- Cameron Diaz on having a baby at 47, Conan O’Brien on the props that were stolen from his late-night set, Sacha Baron Cohen joking that he and his wife Isla Fisher are not A-listers, Anne Hathaway on the embarrassing ways she handled the lockdown

Page 61: Florence Pugh on her close relationship with her Black Widow costar Scarlett Johansson, Christine Quinn on not being bothered by negative comments, Chelsea Handler on crushing on New York governor Andrew Cuomo

Page 62: Horoscope -- Lisa Bonet turned 53 on November 16

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Colin Jost

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fanficimagery · 6 years ago

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Imagine still living with the Mikaelson family after your breakup with the ex. They're in no hurry to send you on your way and you find you're quite comfortable with the family of Originals. On the morning of your birthday, Kol drops in (Part 2 of 2).

Kol X Reader

Living with the Mikaelson's is everything you expected, but at the same time nothing like you expected at all. Klaus and Rebekah bickered constantly, Elijah and Freya played mediators, and Finn appeared to have learned that no amount of scolding his siblings deterred their childish behavior so he opted to leave the room when voices were raised.

You had learned Finn, Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah's habits years ago, but Freya was new and shiny, and you found yourself drawn to her and her knowledge. You had met a few witches through Klaus, but none were as friendly or as open to talk about magic as Freya was. So when you weren't being persuaded to go shopping with Rebekah, you were usually found with Freya as you learned about her and what magic she was currently working with.

And then after a week with them, you were offered a permanent room in the Mikaelson household. Rebekah and her siblings had promised to take care of you for as long as you should need it, and while you were more than grateful for the opportunity to remain bill free.. you needed to work. So looking for a part-time job, you found one in the local bookstore where the elderly owner needed someone to re-shelve books every other day and to keep up with the shop website and online orders.

Then Kol found out you were living with his family, and the texts and phone calls were nonstop. Even you working didn't deter him from video calling you, your boss hearing you scolding Kol during one of your lunch breaks and calling the both of you adorable. From that day on Kol always had a cheerful hello for your boss whenever your boss was spotted walking in the background, and you figured he did that on purpose because your boss then didn't mind the video calls when you were shelving and restocking the books.

Your birthday then creeped up on you and you hadn't realized Rebekah sneaking about or making plans. You only realized it the night before, but by then it was too late to cancel anything that had been planned and you decided to just roll with whatever may come.

With how chilly the Mikaelson's kept their home, it became a habit for you to sleep on your stomach with your arms folded under your pillow. The comforter was usually drawn up over your shoulders and over your head to keep in the warmth, so the source of warmth underneath the comforter that you've never felt before is what slowly brings you out of deep sleep.

Normally waking up to a strange body would send you screaming and scrambling, but given who you live with you know no one was getting in without setting off a bunch of pissed off Originals. Grumbling softly, you reach out and poke at the tshirt covered torso.

"Happy birthday to you." The voice is immediately familiar and butterflies take flight in your stomach.

"No," you whine.

"Happy birthday to you."

"Kol," you then groan.

"Happy birthday, darling Y/N-"

"Get. Out."

"Happy birthday to you." The top of the comforter is then picked up and you glance upward to see Kol beaming down at you. "Don't you look adorable."

"I hate you," you deadpan. "You're lucky I wasn't naked."

"Lucky? I'd call it unfortunate."

Against your better judgement you laugh and then scoot upward so your face is level with Kol's even as half your face is pressed into your pillow. "What are you doing here? I thought you were living your happily ever after down in New Orleans?"

"As if," he scoffs. "You know my happily ever after is only happy if it includes you."

"Such a charmer," you sleepily muse. Snuggling back down, you end up scooting closer to Kol and closing your eyes. Your room was still dark which meant it was still really early, and you were going back to sleep no matter what.

"Y/N. Y/N, don't you dare fall back asleep."

"Shut up and cuddle me before I decide to scream and the cavalry comes rushing in."

"Fine. Have it your way." You grin as Kol rolls you to your side, he then slipping an arm between your head and pillow. Chest to chest, he then pulls the comforter up above both your heads before sliding his other arm over your waist so his hand is at the small of your back . "Happy?"

"Ecstatic. Now go to sleep. I still have a few hours before Rebekah storms in and takes control of my day."

- X - X - X -

"I knew it!"

Bolting upwards, your vision blurs so you're not sure who it is that woke you. "Huh? What?"

"You dirty little liar. You've been sleeping with my brother."

"What?" Kol sits up next to you, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. You can't help but think how adorable he looks, but there's another pressing matter at hand. So focusing once more, you stare up at a far too amused looking Freya and a rather smug looking Rebekah. "It's not what it looks like," you say.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," Kol mumbles. "That was the best-"

"If you don't say the best sleep you've ever had, I will punch you in the throat, Mikaelson."

Kol smirks and your immediate reaction is to shove him. Only he's not expecting it and actually tumbles out of the bed, and you slap a hand over your mouth to keep the laughter at bay. Rebekah, however, doesn't have that sort of control and pokes fun at her brother for his misfortune. Then when Kol rights himself, the blonde Original is quick to kick her brother out of the room for some much needed girl talk.

The moment the door is shut behind Kol, Freya pulls a sage stick from her back pocket along with a lighter. Rebekah grins as her sister does her thing and then when the sage stick is smoking and Freya has set it down in a bowl, she walks forward. "Okay. Now we can speak freely without the boys hearing."

You blink. "What?"

"Privacy spell," Freya says. "Burning sage keeps nosy vampires from overhearing something they're not supposed to."

"So cool," you breathe before remembering the situation you were in and falling back with a groan. Covering your face with both your hands, you say, "What the hell am I doing?"

Someone settles down next to you on the bed and you peek through your fingers to find Rebekah. "That's what I'd like to know. I thought you and Kol were never going to happen?"

"We weren't, but-"

"But?" Freya urges, sitting on the other side of you.

Letting your hands fall to your sides, you heave a great sigh. "I don't know. We've been talking a lot and.. he grew on me. He's still the homicidal runt of the family that I was once scared of-" Rebekah snorts at this, "but.. well I'm not scared of him anymore. I look forward to his video calls now and if he misses a day I find myself kind of bummed that I didn't get to talk to him."

"And what was this morning all about?" Rebekah asks. "The two of you were quite cozy all snuggled up."

A smile instantly blossoms and you blush under both Mikaelson's gazes. "He snuck in," you tell them. "I woke up, he sang me happy birthday- which was really freakin' adorable, by the way- and I was just- I was comfortable. I told him to cuddle me or get out and you saw what he chose."

Rebekah rolls her eyes, but her smile lets you know she's not truly annoyed. "Girl's day is officially ruined, you know. He's going to insist on spending the entire day with you."

"I know you're annoyed, but I really don't mind."

"You really like him, don't you?" Freya asks. "I've seen you around men when we go out- really good looking men- but you don't get flustered when talking to them like you do just talking about my brother."

"Your brother makes me really stupid, doesn't he?" You mutter and hide your face behind your hands. "Oh my god. I'm such a- such a girl!"

"That's a good thing, idiot." Rebekah nudges you and you're quick to nudge her back. "Now get up, get dressed, and come have breakfast. Finn made your favorite."

- X - X - X -

Much to everyone but Rebekah's amusement, Kol insisted on spending the day with you no matter your plans. Breakfast was a loud affair given Kol's tendency to rile up his siblings, but then the tides turned when the conversation was suddenly about where Kol slept the previous night. Klaus took great joy in teasing you, but the remarks were never too mean when they saw firsthand how much their brother had changed just by the small touches and smiles he'd flash you when he thought his siblings were engrossed in something else.

He even crashed your spa day, he compelling himself a chair next to you and Freya took great joy in snapping pictures of her brother in an avocado facial mask while the technician worked on his feet. Even Rebekah couldn't deny the hilarity of her brother with avocado smeared all over his face and cucumber slices covering his eyes, and she let up on her open annoyance when she saw just how smitten the two of you were.

Then while Kol kept you busy, Rebekah and Freya made a quick trip into a boutique and came out with several bags in hand.

The girls took great care of you once you got home, they instructing you to shower and get dressed in a robe so they could do your hair and makeup. The boys had been banned from the room, so hearing Kol's complaining through your shut door made it hard for Rebekah to do your makeup since you kept smiling and laughing.

Then once all dolled up, the dress came out- burgundy lace with thin shoulder straps, the front hem of the dress stopping well above your knees while the back hem of the dress dropped down to your calves. Freya then strapped nude patent ankle strap heels to your feet, and made you do a couple of walk-a-rounds your room to make sure you could actually walk in the shoes.

Deemed presentable, and then quickly dressing themselves, the Mikaelson girls finally let you free. Opening your bedroom door, you beam widely as Kol stands there poised to knock, his mouth gaping slightly as he looks you up and down.

"Close your mouth, Kol," Freya muses. "You're starting to drool."

He snaps his mouth close, glaring briefly at his sister before finally meeting your gaze. His expressions softens. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks," you shyly reply. "I, uh, do you think you can be my escort for this thing?"

"As if you even needed to ask," Kol huffs. He turns and offers his elbow, smiling. "Lets go, darling. Your party awaits."

You and Kol walk arm in arm down the stairs, stopping halfway down so Freya could snap a picture. Then being led into the kitchen where the other Mikaelson's await, presents are quickly presented.

Rebekah's was the only gift that couldn't be shown, she having gotten you a new wardrobe that was to be hung up after the party so you could toss what you didn't want from your old wardrobe. Freya got you stack-able rings that you'd been wanting for the longest time, Klaus did an imitation of Starry Night for you since it was your favorite painting, and Finn got you three books- two first editions of Dracula and The Picture of Dorian Gray, and the Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. Elijah insisted on getting you a new laptop when he realized yours was a few years old, and Kol- Kol presented you with a sterling silver necklace that bore the initial of your first name.

As you held your hair up so Kol could slip the necklace on you, he says, "I also got the letter 'K', but I didn't want to be too presumptuous."

His family all snicker and you grin. "You? Presumptuous? Never."

"Oi."

He softly pinches your side and you laugh, sidestepping him. Turning around, you tell him, "We'll see about adding it on later. Deal?"

"Deal."

"And now that that's out of the way," Klaus muses. "A toast to the birthday girl."

Shots are passed all around and everyone raises while Klaus, Rebekah, and Kol take turns praising you and welcoming you into the family.

Once the shots are then knocked back, Klaus says, "And since you're practically a Mikaelson already, we saw fit to throw you the party a Mikaelson deserves."

Your smile falters and you narrow your gaze on the hybrid. "What did you do?"

"It's not a Ball.. or a Masquerade," Rebekah says, "but it'll do."

"Rebekah," you warn. Freya smiles sheepishly as her right hand raises in the air, she making a quick motion- she having used magic to conceal the party noises from outside. The noise suddenly assaults your hearing and your eyes widen before you hurry over to the back door. Peering outside, your mouth drops open. "Holy shit. What did you guys do? Invite the entire town?"

"Exactly."

Whirling around, you blink at Rebekah. "What?"

"We invited the entire town. I know you were at odds with a lot of people, but what better way to get back at them and rub it in their faces that we're still the best of friends, and that my family adores you more than ever?"

It takes a moment for her words to sink in and then your brain goes into overdrive. "Now when you say everyone, do you actually mean-"

Rebekah smiles evilly. "Everyone. Including that moronic ex of yours and his new not-so-pretty girlfriend of his."

Before you can say anything, Kol's slinging an arm around your shoulders and steering you out the door and to your party. "Come along, sweetheart. Lets go make everyone jealous."

The entire back yard is full with people, a stage and dance floor having been put in. Multi-colored lights pulse and dance around as the DJ plays hit song after hit song, and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.

Kol leads you to the stage, the crowd parting without being prompted to. Many people, some of who you don't even know, whoop and cheer as they see you. You can only smile back, laughing, and pinching Kol as he eats up the attention.

Once on stage, the DJ hands Kol a microphone and the crowd quiets down. "Before the party is really underway, my family and I would like to thank each and every one of you for attending Y/N's Birthday Bash." The crowd cheers and you grin, you then trying to inch behind Kol so the spotlight is not on you. "This beautiful woman standing next to me," welp, so much for hiding, "has not only changed my family in the most profound of ways, but she's changed me as well." Many girls aww in the crowd and you roll your eyes. When Kol meets your gaze, he says, "I am honestly so glad you walked into our lives when you did. Happy birthday, darling."

"Happy birthday!" The crowd cheers.

Kol grabs your hand, he then raising it up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. Catcalls ensue and you can't help but laugh, you then leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "You're such an asshole," you mutter before pulling away.

"You love it. No use in denying it, sweetheart."

And he's right. Kol wouldn't be Kol without his brash ways and over the years you've grown used to it. His brash attitude was never directed at you, at least not when he realized you weren't going to run when things got tough, and he seemed to mellow when you thought he took things too far and mentioned it. You've had a crush on him for a while now, but he's always been Kol Mikaelson and unattainable. But now- now you know things are different. Things are very different and it was only a matter of time before you or him cracked and made the first move.

"Lets dance," Kol says, breaking you out of your thoughts. And huh. When did the DJ start playing again? "I know for a fact Rebekah is going to steal you away, so I want the first dance."

You follow him back into the crowd, your smile blossoming when Kol slips his fingers between yours. Then once in the middle of the dance floor, he twirls you before bringing you back chest to chest, dancing slowly to the song currently playing.

"You're a charmer, Kol Mikaelson."

"Only for you, Y/N Y/L/N."

You and Kol manage to get in three dances before Rebekah steps in, she and Freya sandwiching you in a group dance. Laughing and dancing the night away, you also manage to drag the three eldest Mikaelson brothers onto the dance floor for a single dance each. Elijah had been the most reluctant, but after mentioning how easily Finn caved he then gave in because he didn't want to be the stick-in-the-mud brother.

Kol's just stolen you back when you run into the first and only problem of the night. Evan. Your ex-boyfriend.

Plastering on a smile, you nod and greet him. "Hey."

"Y/N," he deadpans. "You sure didn't waste any time. I knew I should have kept a closer on your friend."

You huff in disbelief. "Are you serious right you? Are you really at my birthday party trying to make me feel guilty over a friendship you were always insecure about?"

"Friendship?" Evan then scoffs, sneering between you and Kol. "You two ain't friends. Look at you!" He gestures to where your and Kol's hands are clasped. Glancing down, you see what has him so annoyed and squeeze Kol's hand before glancing back at your ex with an indifferent expression and a shrug.

"You got it all wrong, mate," Kol says. "But even if Y/N had agreed to date me, it'd be of no concern to you. You cheated on her. Remember?"

"Fuck off, man. This is between me and Y/N."

A hand comes down on Evan's shoulder, squeezing to the point where he grimaces. "Now, now, friend," Klaus drawls. "That's no way to speak to my baby brother."

For a moment Evan looks absolutely terrified and a little part of you is delirious with excitement. But you're not that person who lets someone be harmed over so small, so you step in before Evan can put his foot in his mouth again. "Leave, Evan. You're no longer welcomed here. If you have any issues over who I'm dating, then that's your problem. You lost your say-so long ago."

"Y/N-"

"I believe she asked you to leave." Uh oh. Elijah stepping in with an expression even you can't decipher is never good. "Now go before I permit my brothers to do something too drastic and you wake up in a ditch somewhere."

Evan doesn't need to be told again, and Klaus and Elijah follow him out. Then left alone with Kol, you smirk at him when he doesn't quite seem to know if he's said something wrong or not. And it's in this moment that every emotion you're feeling just kind of bubbles over, and you can't stop yourself from reaching out with your right hand and grasping Kol by the back of his neck. Bringing him in, you slant your lips over his and laugh when it takes him several long seconds to realize you're kissing him and return the kiss.

Pulling back for air, you muse, "What the hell am I going to do with you, Kol Mikaelson?"

"I can think of many, many things, but first we need to go cut your cake."

You wait until you walking up the steps to the stage where the other Mikaelson's are waiting by a six layered cake to say, "You're the first person to pass up on hooking up just to get a piece of cake." Kol trips and you cackle, you shrugging off his wide-eyed expression as you head for his siblings. "Too late now, vampire. You should have taken my offer seriously earlier."

You settle between a too smug Rebekah and Freya, smothering your laughter as Kol stands behind you and settles his hands on your waist. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Oh but what a way to go."

One Year Later

Davina Claire stands in front of the Mikaelson household, smoothing down wayward strands of her hair and doing her best to contain her excitement over being reunited with Kol. They'd had their thing in New Orleans and it was good while it lasted, but things ended rather unexpectedly. At the time it had been good for her so she could focus on the coven of witches and getting them settled into their magic, but she was finally in a good place and she missed Kol a great deal.

They had texted on and off for a while after their break-up, but things were never same. She had asked if he'd ever return to New Orleans and his answer had been no, but to her that didn't mean she couldn't leave her home to surprise him. So after getting his family's address, she packed a few bags and drove down to surprise him and spend some time with him.

Then knocking on the door, she only has to wait a few minutes before a familiar face is answering.

"Davina?"

"Freya! Hey, how've you been?"

The blonde witch flashes her a genuine smile as she steps out onto the front landing. "I've been good. Really good," she says. "What are- what are you doing here?"

Smiling sheepishly, Davina chuckles. "I, uh, I actually came to see Kol. It's been a while and I miss-"

"Oh." Freya utters, her smile faltering. Davina trails off, her own smile vanishing. "Davina, are you- did you plan on getting back with my brother?"

"Well.. yes?"

Freya flinches. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but Kol- he's off the market. Permanently."

"Permanently? As in-"

"Married."

"Married?! When? And to who?"

A car door slams and both women startle. "To her," Freya then mutters.

Walking up the driveway to your house, you spot an unfamiliar car and an unfamiliar female speaking with Freya. It doesn't seem like trouble, even though Freya seems somewhat uncomfortable, so you greet them with a cheerful smile. "Hey." Then looking at Freya, you ask, "Kol isn't home, is he?"

"No. He and Klaus had something to take care of."

"Oh good. I have a few gifts in my car that need to come in and your brothers are nosy as hell."

Before you can escape back to your car to grab said gifts, you hear the new girl say, "That's a pretty ring."

When you see where her gaze is settled, you pick up your left hand and smile softly at your wedding ring. "Thank you. My husband- jesus that still so weird to say- has good taste."

The girl smiles sadly. "Yeah. He does."

The girl then quickly says her goodbyes and leaves before Freya can even get another word in, and you and your sister-in-law watch as the girl flees.

Pursing your lips, you ask, "Was that-"

"Yep."

"Awkward," you singsong.

Freya huffs a laugh. "You're telling me? You're not the one who had to tell her the vampire of her dreams was married."

"Oh god. Kol's going to be insufferable when he learns she came looking for him."

"We can always not tell him."

Your nose wrinkles. "Nah. I'm secure enough in our relationship to know he won't care. Besides, there are still preparations needed for my Turning and Kol's going to be busy. I know for a fact Finn drank the last of the blood bags."

"Whatever you say, sister. Now lets go get those gifts and hide them in my room before Kol and Klaus get back."

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trashforanyoneatthispoint · 5 years ago

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KARMAS A B*TCH

[this shit gets intense so be warned]

Thanks for reading my trash :)

[nafla x reader , thequiett x reader]

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Its everyday. He never comes home, never calls, never says his famous "I love you"s. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but isn't this excessive?

I met Seokbae through a mutual friend. I grew up with Donggab as my neighbor so naturally, I became super close with him. Being that our moms would always be over ateach other's houses, I think I saw him more times in a year than there are days. Near the end of elementary school, he fell in love with hip hop and rap. I remember asking him what he was talking about when he would speak in English. We were only 10 and all I knew was my native language of Korean, but Donggab seemed to know a lot more than me. I admired his passion and I always knew he would make it big one day. When his career really started to get a move on, we started to drift away, being that we were both busy with school and work. But we still met up a few times during the years and it was as if nothing had ever changed. Occasionally, there would be a fangirl here or there asking for a photo, but I didn't mind, I loved that he was doing what he loves.

When he announced Illionaire records, I was the first one to call him up and congratulate him (or so I like to believe). I begged him nonstop to introduce me to joonkyung because I was such a fan. When he finally gave in, I immediately got along with everyone there. Everyone seemed to love me, I hope, and I absolutely loved being with everyone there. Overtime, the hip hop industry in Korea was growing immensely and more and more rappers were coming out to show off their talents and become the best. I loved how everyone was so close even if they weren't in the same agency. Donggab would naturally invite me to all of their parties and events, which is how I first encountered Seokbae.

Illionaire, Ambition, and AOMG were invited to the hottest club in LA, Sound NightClub. It was slightly chilly for LA, being that the sun had set a long time ago and the stars were the only source of light. I put on the sexiest dress I owned, a short black dress with a cross back and lace trimmings. I haven't gotten this dolled up since my High School Prom. I finished the look for the night with the perfect black heels and a clutch, knowing there would be cameras and fans everywhere that night considering the biggest names of KHiphop were going to be in one location. Donggab offered to pick me up, but I declined and told him I want to go almost unnoticed and just meet him inside the club. He didn't fight my choice, knowing how stubborn I am. I called a Uber from my hotel room to the club and 10 minutes before arriving, the traffic was already heavy enough to make me consider walking the rest of the way.

I got to the front of the line and told my name which was on the VIP list thanks to my connections for Illionaire records. The scary looking usher let me in right away and escorted me to where Donggab and all his friends were sitting. I saw lots of familiar faces: Joonkyung, Changmo, DeokKwang. And faces I've only seen on TV and in music videos: Jay Park, Simon Dominic, KeemHyoEun. But there was one face that caught my eye immediately. He had bright red hair and a couple of face piercings, sticking out from the rest of the much more calm looking rappers in the booths. I was quick to find Donggab and sit next to him, slightly at a loss of breath from being near so many celebrities. He calmly I troduced me to everyone that he thought I didn't know, which of course included the red head. His name was Seokbae, better known as Nafla.

Throughout the night of drinking and being near so many smokers, I felt tipsy and hazed from the smoke in front of me andin my lungs. The only thing I could clearly see was Seokbae's "secret" glances towards me. My tipsy brain didn't know what to do. Yes, he was very cute and very much my type, but here? Now? What would Donggab say? There was too much on the line. I excused myself from the VIP section to go get some fresh air that wasn't contaminated with Changmo's drunk ass yelling.

"Hey Donggab, I'm gonna get some fresh air, I'll be right back" I said, whispering in his ear, hoping he would hear over the loud EDM music playing in the club

"Aight, you ok? Youve been quiet all night, which is really unlike you" He pointed out.

I tried to respond but Changmo had just jumped on the table and spilled the ice meant for the drinks all over Seokbae. Everyone's reaction was a mix of shock and laughter, but not Seokbae's. He sat there with the clear expression of "I'm about to pop off on this bitch" because we all knew that his outfit cost more than Rolex he had on his right wrist.

I took this chance to step out, but as I was about to leave the VIP section I heard Seokbae excusing himself as well. I didn't think much about it until he called out my name once I was outside. I stepped into the cool breeze of night under the moonlight of LA. It was much more refreshing than the stuffy atmosphere of the club.

"Hey" I heard a voice behind me say.

I turned around to see a half wet Seokbae grinning at me, "hey" I smile back.

We went from introducing ourselves again to small talk about the whole ice incident. We laughed about it all after mildly bullying Changmo without him knowing. At that point, we were outside for 30 minutes and it was getting slightly too chilly for the short dress you had on. Seokbae offered you his expensive looking, ice almost dried jacket to me and I happily obliged. He was definitely a smoothtalker, and that's when I seriously fell for him.

Going back into the club together, we got weird and teasing looks from all the other guys. Even Donggab seemed to enjoy making things up about what happened between the two of us out there. I just brushed it off with a roll of my eyes because I knew who the real winner was : me, because I had gotten Seokbae's number.

What started out to be the most romantic relationship ever now seems to be so distant that I can only see hazy images of it. Its been 2 years since that night at the club and 22 months of dating Seokbae, who I thought was supposed to be my knight in shining armor. Now, there were no more sweet talks, no more romantic gestures, no reciprocation, and as much as it scares me to say, no spark. What happened? The most caring, loving boyfriend who would always leave little notes for me around the house for me to find and smile at won't even come home to see me or even text me, when he's out. I knew something was going on, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt over and over again until I couldn't anymore. It was time to confront him about it all.

Today is our 1000 day anniversary of us dating. I reminded him all day that he has to come home early tonight no matter what. Surprisingly, he agreed and actually got home on time. You had made him his favorite dinner and put some natural makeup on, only to eat the beautiful meal in silence. Seokbae was on his phone, never once thanking you for the meal or asking you about your day or even telling me about his. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Babe" I broke the deadly silence, but no answer.

"Baby" I tried again, barely getting his attention, "are you ok?" I asked nervously.

"I'm fine, just tired" he replied coldly. That's it? I didn't think so.

I kept pushing him little by little to tell me what was going on, but it just ended up frustrating him.

"I'm going to the bathroom" he said with absolutely no emotion. Except, he left his phone on the table next to his plate, screen facing down on the table. I waited for the sound of the bathroom door closing and without hesitation, I lunged for the phone. The anxiety, the curiousity, and the fear were eating me alive. If something was going on, then I didnt want to waste anymore time.

I hurriedly unlocked his phone which was surprisingly still your birthday. The screen unlocks to a conversation between my boyfriend and some girl named Audrey. I didn't believe my eyes.

"Babe when are you coming over again?"

"Soon, my girlfriend has been nagging me all day about some dinner tonight so after that I'll make up an excuse and go"

"Ok, sounds good, miss you!"

"Miss you too, love you babe ❤️"

That goddamn heart. This goddamn bastard. I was so angry only tears rolled down my cheeks, which were now burning red with rage and betrayal. I put the phone down on my lap and sat still, thinking of what to say to Seokbae when he returned.

"Hey I forgot to bring my pho- what are you doing?" He asked cautiously.

I couldn't even look at him. I simply rose the phone with the messages and that goddamn heart in my hand so that he could see. Tears continuously streaming down my face, I could only make out one word

"Why?" I asked, my voice breaking and weak.

"(Y/N)... I-I never meant to hurt you"

"Get out" I said as cold as ice

"Come on, please, let me explain. Don't shut me out like this" he tried to beg, but the sincerity in his voice sounded forced.

I finally worked up the courage to look up at him, the tears ceasing for a moment.

"Seokbae ... Do you remember how we met? How we met eyes through the smoke in the club? How you were so sweet to me when we were outside that night? And how loving you were to me for the next year after we started dating?"

He stood in silence, now starting to tear up as well.

I continued, "then you became this monster I didn't know. You stopped coming home, you stopped responding to my texts and calls, you stopped telling me that you love me. And do you know why? Because you never did. My love for you was so real, the realest thing Ive ever felt in my entire life. But for you, it was nothing. It was another way to spend some extra time."

I looked down at my cold plate of food, regretting all the times I doubted my intuition, letting this disgusting man control what I feel. He still said nothing, mostly from the shock of being exposed.

"It still hurts you know." I said, the tears coming back abruptly. I hated myself for crying in front of him, he didn't deserve them.

"(Y/N)... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry (Y/N)."

"I think you should leave, Seokbae" quietly, not really sure if he even heard it right, I got up and locked myself in my room. After I heard the front door closing and locking, I sobbed, not knowing if I felt more betrayed or regretful. I curled up on my bug empty bed and cried myself to sleep, my body still missing his presence in the bed.

The last couple weeks have been dreadful. I stopped going out with friends, I didn't eat anything, and I even shut out Donggab. He texted me nonstop, asking me what happened, if it had something to do with Nafla, where I was, why I wasn't responding. Every once in a while he would just barge into my apartment and force me to eat and talk. When I first told him what had happened, he swore he would get Seokbae fired and blacklisted, but that's not what I wanted. I just wanted to never see him again, have nothing to do with him.

Today, Donggab came over again with Thai food and dragged me out of bed to eat. He would try to get me to talk, be more lively, but I was not cooperating one bit.

"Dammit (Y/N)!" He slammed his chopsticks on his plate, making me jump and look at him, "get over him! He wasn't shit! If he had the audacity to cheat on you then he is not what you deserve! You deserve more than that, and I'm done sitting here just watching you sulk in despair as he's going around partying and having the time of his life!" At this point, your very calm friend was starting to scare you as he was fuming.

"damn Donggab, way to cheer me up" I said, still lifeless.

"Come on, get up, go take a shower, do your makeup, and let's go" he stood up abruptly.

"What? Where are we going?" I asked, super confused.

"To the club. And you're going to be my date" he said with a smirk on his face.

My eyes widened in confusion and shock, but he forced me to abide by his orders and we ended up at the same club Seokbae and I first met.

As soon as we were in the public eye, Donggab didn't let me out of his sight always with a hand around my waist looking out for any signs of Seokbae.

30 minutes into the dancing, as I started to feel better, I saw him behind Donggab. Seokbae was all over another girl, pulling the same shit he did on me when we first started to go out. Anger and sadness filled my eyes and Donggab saw it. He drags me way closer to Seokbae, right in his range where he could see us, and did the most shocking thing.

Before I could even process it, Donggab had been kissing me right in front of Seokbae who had wide eyes filled with fury.

Without any right, Seokbae made a b-line towards us and split us apart.

"What the hell?! (Y/N)?! What are you doing making out with Donggab?!" Seokbae was yelling over the crowds dancing and the music playing.

"Why do you care, jackass? Just leave her alone, she's mine now" Donggab announced, shocking the both of us and many around us.

"You don't know what's good for her! Fuck off!" Seokbae's veins were popping and he was the most red I've ever seen him.

"No, you should fuck off. Leave me and my mans alone Seokbae, I never wanna see your face again" I declared proudly, to which Donggab kissed me again to piss off Seokbae even more.

He ran off pushing people out of the way in anger and humiliation. I turned to Donggab after realizing what had just happened.

"Um... Can we talk about this?"

"Ok, well I really like you (Y/N). And it was so painful to see you those years with that jerk, Seokbae, so I realized I don't want to waste any more time. Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, looking a little nervous.

I just laughed, "if we're not dating now, you got a lot of explaining to do with those kisses... But yes, I would love to be your girlfriend"

We kissed one last time and made it official.

Karmas a bitch, but it can also be a good bitch.

#shin donggab #the quiett #nafla #choi seokbae #nafla x reader #the quiett x reader

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the five keys to im changkyun

⋈ pairing: changkyun x reader ⋈ word count: 4,361 ⋈ genre: fluff/mild angst ⋈ notes: happy birthday, changkyun. i love you endlessly ♥

1. He has a strict No Bullshit Policy

Im Changkyun was intimidating.

Or distracted. You weren’t sure. He was staring directly at you, his dark eyes piercing into yours, but you couldn’t tell if he was looking right through you or straight into you. He didn’t smile much, hadn’t really all night except for when you had walked into the restaurant and he had waved from where he was waiting for you. You figured this wasn’t a good sign for a first date, but right now you felt like you knew nothing, neither about dating nor about Changkyun.

The date had been set up by mutual friends, so of course you knew the basic details – age, occupation, the fact that he had spent some of his life abroad. You knew his name, obviously, and that, according to your friends, he was hardworking, funny, and nice enough (their words, not yours).

Now you could put not very talkative onto the list.

He asked short but pointed questions, somehow getting you to talk about yourself and your life nonstop without even realizing it. You had told him everything about your school, your job, your hobbies, your family’s dog. Except for the dog and your preference for dark and eerie stories nothing seemed to have piqued his interest. Meanwhile, you felt like you were forgetting if his name was Changkyun or Changkyeon because of how little he was revealing about himself.

You glanced at your watch. Only twenty minutes had passed since you had arrived and it seemed like you were already running out of first-date-topics. You also realized that a movie about your life would most likely be a rather short film.

“I’m sorry, are you in a rush?”

Your head snapped up and your eyes met Changkyun’s unchanged stoic gaze. You felt yourself blushing.

“N-no. It just seems like I’m the only one talking and I felt a little bad.”

“Don’t.” The corner of Changkyun’s mouth twitched. “I’m just trying to get past the surface so we can talk about the important things.”

You blinked, taken aback. Too confused to feel your own nervousness anymore, you sat back in your chair, crossing your arms, and stared at him.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Sure.” Changkyun leaned back the same way you just had but his hands remained on the table between you. “I don’t care about your school or your work.”

“That’s nice,” you snorted sarcastically.

“What I mean is,” he continued, completely undeterred, “of course I want to know what you do, but that’s not what I want to talk about to get to know you. I won’t fall in love with you because of what you do. I want to know who you are.”

“But isn’t what I do part of who I am?” you argued, trying hard to ignore the way your heart had fluttered at his last sentence. Mentally, you were still adding to the list: a little complicated, but cute.

“Interesting.” Changkyun grinned at you. “Please demonstrate.”

“For example, it could tell you that I love books.”

“Most people love books, or will claim that they do.”

“Or what my goals for the future are.”

“But I won’t know if you’ll achieve those goals until that future comes. It doesn’t tell me much about who you are now.”

“It tells you that I have dreams.”

“It tells me that you can afford to dream.”

You were stunned. Not because of the way he obnoxiously shot down every point you made, but because you were starting to see his. A little begrudgingly you added quick-witted and blunt.

“Fine.” You gestured to the waiter to get you another bottle of soju. “Since you want to talk about the important things, how about you start asking the important questions.”

You thought you saw surprise flash across Changkyun’s face before his grin grew wider.

“All in?” he asked and you nodded.

“All in.”

“Okay. What do you think is the worst thing you can do to a person? Aside from obvious things like murder and violence and all that.”

You used the time it took Changkyun to fill both of your glasses to think about your answer. You clinked your glass to his and emptied it in one sip.

“Leaving someone hanging. You know, leaving them wondering.”

Changkyun set his glass down, obviously intrigued. “How do you mean?”

You shrugged and reached for the bottle, smirking when you could hear him chuckle.

“Well played.”

“I mean just disappearing out of someone’s life suddenly,” you explained while pouring another round. “Not gradually, especially if it’s mutual. And not even if it’s someone you’ve only known a couple of weeks or whatever. But when you’re close and the other person is trying to get in touch and you just ignore them, making them wonder if it was them or you or what.” You looked up at him. “Or if you just died.”

Changkyun made a sound somewhere between choking and laughing. “So, ghosting?”

“I guess,” you said, although it felt deeper than that.

“You been ghosted then?” Changkyun lifted his glass and you hit it with yours, hard.

“One too many times, my friend.”

“It’s a wound that doesn’t heal easily,” he agreed and watched you take your shot before drinking himself. You pointed at him with your glass still lodged between your thumb and middle finger.

“Wounds can only heal once you stop bleeding. Hearts can only heal once you stop wondering.”

Changkyun looked at you quietly, intently, differently, as if he had lost the ability to look past the barrier right behind your eyes. As if just five minutes ago he had thought that a map of you had been lying in front of him for him to study freely, but with just a few words from the deepest, darkest corner of your soul, the map had been set aflame and now all he could do was stare at the ashes.

“Did you learn that in school or at your job?” he asked challengingly once he had recovered from the shock of breaking through the surface.

“I already took your point so stop mocking me,” you replied, maybe a little harsher than you had intended. Changkyun nodded softly and leaned forward, his hands moving as well, moving closer to yours. Somehow this made you nervous again, made you feel like he was closing in on you, made you realize that no version of you – the versions you were around friends, family, employers, classmates – would be able to make it through this date. Changkyun required a new version, a rawer, more straightforward, more vulnerable version of you. There was no room for white lies and shallow emotions, no space for anything that wasn’t completely and unadulteratedly you.

You poured both of you another drink.

“So, how’s your heart been recently?” you asked and Changkyun seemed oddly pleased at your invasive question. He clinked his glass to yours and twenty minutes turned into one hour, and then two, and before you knew it night turned into day and the bright sunlight stung in your eyes as you and Changkyun exited the restaurant. He put his jacket around your shoulders as he searched the empty streets for a taxi to send you home in.

Well-mannered. Kind. Interesting.

“I really want to see you again,” he suddenly said and turned to you. “Can I call you?”

“Please do,” you smiled, pulling his jacket tighter around your body. The stench from the smoky restaurant mixed with his cologne and somehow you couldn’t think of a more comforting smell in the crisp morning air. Changkyun was still looking at you, his eyes devoid of all mocking and mischief.

“You’re a fascinating person.”

You gave a hollow laugh. “You’re probably the first person to think that.”

He stepped even closer. “It’s their loss for not getting to know who. you. are.” He emphasized every one of the last three words with a light touch of his index finger to your forehead. Then, his fingertips slowly wandered down the side of your face until his palm rested on your cheek, firm and warm. You could feel his hot breath on your face and his gaze still desperate to explore every corner of you, inside and out. You fell into him without hesitation, closing your eyes when his other arm readily caught you and held you close to him.

Honest. Caring. Broken.

A damn good kisser.

2. You will discover many unexpected sides to him

“Babe?” Changkyun dropped his backpack in the hallway and kicked off his shoes. He listened into the apartment, and when there was no reply he tried again. “Baby?”

He let out a quiet hmph before thinking to check his phone for messages.

Stopped to get groceries on the way back, be there soon!

A sudden giddiness overcame Changkyun. He was alone. In your apartment. For the first time. It had only been about three months since you had started dating (117 days since he had kissed you on your first date – an app on his phone kept count of all your firsts, even though he would rather die than show you), and only two weeks since you had presented him with the code to your home. Just in case. You hadn’t specified what that case might be. Just in case you were running late, like today? Just in case he suddenly got the urge to see you in the middle of the night and didn’t want to ring you out of bed?

Just in case he was going to move in in the future?

Changkyun walked into the empty kitchen to get a glass of water, then he walked into the empty bedroom to get a change of clothes from the part of the closet you had cleared for him. He already was very comfortable in your apartment – it looked like you, smelled like you, felt like you. It put him at ease, made him feel safe, made him feel at home.

Everything about you did.

He shed himself of his clothes in the bedroom, leaving them in the hamper next to your closet. Then, he walked naked into the bathroom – a habit he had considered leaving at the dorm but so far you hadn’t complained. It did, however, tend to interfere with him – and you – going about your respective business way more often than it did at the dorm.

Changkyun put the change of clothes on the toilet seat and turned to the shower. He fleetingly remembered that you had had some issue with the hot water and briefly considered calling you to ask if it had been fixed. But then he noticed that he had left his phone in the bedroom and laziness took over – he would find out soon enough.

You walked into the door just as the blood-curdling scream echoed through all parts of Seoul south of the river. A little panicked, you dropped your bags and barely managed to get your boots off of your feet before stumbling into the hallway to start looking for its origin.

“Changkyun?” you called out, instinctively heading toward the bathroom. The door was unlocked so you just barged in, finding him standing on your bath mat looking like a drowned rat. He was trying to wrap himself into a towel and it only took one second for you to realize what had happened.

“Cold water?” you asked and he gritted his teeth at you.

“Freezing water.”

You opened your mouth to tease him a little, but a violent knock on the door stopped you. Giving Changkyun one last amused look, you trotted back to the entrance and opened the door to an alarmed lady who lived two doors down.

“Is everything okay?” she asked breathlessly. “I heard a woman scream.”

The corners of your mouth rose slowly as you processed the words.

“Yes, I apologize,” you replied, already dying to tell Changkyun about the exchange. “That was just my boyfriend. He forgot about the water.”

“Your boy-“ the lady started but then cleared her throat. “The water, yes. Yes.”

You watched her shuffle back toward her own apartment and closed the door. Changkyun was standing a few feet behind you, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, idly toweling his hair dry. From the look on his face you could tell that he had heard every word.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled. You laughed lightly, walked over to him, and kissed his ice-cold lips.

“Come on, lady screams,” you giggled and ushered him toward the kitchen. “I’ll make us a nice, hot stew.”

3. He will never let you see him cry

It was past 2 am when the unrelenting vibrations of your phone tore you from a deep sleep. Behind you was a late shift at work that had kept you from your bed until well after midnight, ahead of you an 8 am lecture. And in between those two things was Kihyun’s name stubbornly claiming its place on your display. With a groan you accepted the call and put the phone to your ear.

“Someone better be dead.”

There was a short pause. “No.”

He sounded tired and solemn, and you sighed. He probably hadn’t even picked up on the fact that you were joking.

“What’s up?”

“It’s Changkyun.”

You sat up straight in your bed. Suddenly you were wide awake, your heart beating in your throat.

“What happened?”

You could almost hear the shrug through the line. “You know how he gets. I think he got some bad news from home. He just up and left without a word.”

“Did you try calling him?”

“Yes. His phone’s off.”

You were halfway out of bed. “I’m gonna go look for him.”

“And where are you going to start?” Kihyun countered, his voice strained with worry and exhaustion. You sank back against your pillow.

“Then why did you call me, Kihyun?”

“I- I don’t know,” he stuttered. “I just thought you should know. You’re his – you know.”

“His special friend?”

“Well, yeah, that too,” his voice reflected the soft, amused smile playing on his lips, “But more importantly, you get him. Also, it’s nice to know someone worries about him as much as I do.”

You chuckled. “I could never love him the way you guys do.”

“Shut up.”

There was another short pause. You could feel the pain spreading in your chest, the pain of not knowing, the pain of doubting yourself, the pain of love. Sometimes you still felt like Changkyun wasn’t opening up all the way, like he kept part of himself hidden. And you were afraid that it was because of you, that you were lacking in a way that made him shut you out. You weren’t naïve enough to think that you could ever truly and completely know someone. But you also knew that certain things that people tried to keep hidden for whatever reasons had a tendency to descend on a relationship with a vengeance – it was only a matter of time.

“Are you still there?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed hard. “Please let me know as soon as-“

You looked up when the bedroom door opened. Your heartbeat fastened for a second before you registered the thin, shadowy figure that had just slipped into the room was none other than your not-so-long-lost boyfriend.

“Kihyun,” you said in a low voice, “we’re okay.”

“Okay,” came Kihyun’s brief answer before he hung up the phone. You placed your own device on the nightstand and silently watched as Changkyun took off his sweater and jeans. Without a word, he crawled into bed next to you and pulled the covers over both of your bodies. Then, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your chest, his breath warm against your skin through the cotton of your shirt.

“Changkyun?” you whispered eventually but only got a shake of the head in response. Knowing better than to push him, you found a comfortable position and draped one arm around his back while the hand of the other arm found his soft hair. You stroked his head gently, the utter silence in your bedroom only interrupted by occasional yawns and ragged sighs.

After a few minutes, you could feel the fabric underneath Changkyun’s face getting damp, his hot tears burning their way through your chest, drowning your heart. You held on to him tighter so he could feel you, so he knew you were there, knew that you knew. Knew that you would give anything to be able to absorb his feelings and lock them away in your own body so they could never torture him again.

You knew he would do the same for you.

“Changkyun?” you breathed, locks of his hair curled around your fingertips. “Can you look at me?”

“No. Not yet,” he replied, his deep voice muffled by your shirt and his restraint.

“Okay,” you said, and you truly felt like it was. There were things Changkyun was still keeping from you, for reasons beyond your understanding. But they were becoming fewer and fewer with every passing week, every passing day, every passing moment. There was still so much to learn about Im Changkyun and that was okay.

You had time.

4. His love language needs no words

Words sometimes did not come easy for Changkyun. Lyrics flowed out of him like a mountain spring, as did the strings of curse words when he was losing to Minhyuk in some game or other. But there were things that he just could not say easily, or rather, they sounded empty in his ears and tasted stale on his tongue. He never said things like your hair looks nice or that is a pretty shirt. When he did use words, they were the kind that took you by surprise and shook you to the core. They were accompanied by passionate looks and, more often than not, painfully intimate gestures regardless of your surroundings. Changkyun knew how to make you dizzy with only a few words and a hand too low on your hip and his lips too close to your ear. You were aware that he usually did this to tease you, rile you up in public so he could take you home as soon as possible and let his body show you all the ways he appreciated you.

Changkyun was oh so good at expressing himself without words.

The way he kissed your cheek as a silent thank you or how he pulled you into a tight embrace when you came through the front door with a weary look on your face and slouching shoulders; welcome home, baby. You did great today.

When you helped him clean his studio, he would mumble an almost inaudible be right back, only to come back fifteen minutes later with take-out food and your favorite from the coffee shop around the corner. And although he claimed that he did not care for birthdays and their tacit requirements, he often came back from tour – or just from a trip to the store – with a book he knew you had been looking for, or a piece of jewelry with your birthstone, or simply your favorite candy from every country he regularly visited.

All of those things were small testaments to his feelings, sweet reminders that he cared and thought about you wherever he went. And you appreciated this, much more so than grand but artificial gestures whose impact was ultimately just as short-lived as the flowers that usually accompanied them. Changkyun’s style may have been a bit more muted and practical, but it was real, it was true, it was him.

And that was all you ever wanted.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when you noticed him staring at you from the other side of the sofa. You were both curled up underneath the same blanket watching a movie. He had just returned from Thailand early that morning and you had spent the entire day in bed, catching up on sleep and catching up on love. Now you were both in a weird state of exhaustion and relaxation, and neither of you was paying all that much attention to the TV, but that was okay because you were together.

“Nothing.” Changkyun sat up abruptly and less than a second later he was hovering above you, looking down at you with all the yearning, all the craving of the past few weeks. You smiled up at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Changkyun chuckled and locked you into a tight hug, his weight pressing you into the soft cushions. You sighed contentedly and wrapped your arms around him, feeling his heart beat against your chest. He pressed his lips to the skin of your neck.

“I missed you,” you whispered against his shoulder.

“I love you,” he replied, his mouth finding yours.

You melted into the kiss, and even though they were nice to hear, Changkyun really did not need words to tell you how much he loved you.

5. He will need you to never give up on him

Changkyun would never tell you, but his strategy for first dates had failed one or two (or maybe three) times before he had met you. The girls had been put off by his bluntness, his roughness, his prying questions and prying eyes. He wasn’t one to play in shallow waters, he wanted to dive deep and never come back up for air. And then you had come into his life.

And he had gladly drowned in you.

Changkyun never told you outright, but you were his anchor, his beacon in the night, the one to keep the demons at bay.

At least most of the time.

There had been occasions when he had neglected to text and call you on tour, when he had missed dates and other engagements because his head was stuck in his music and his body in his studio. There had been forgotten birthdays and broken promises, and more times when he had withdrawn into himself than he was proud of. He had seen the hurt in your eyes when he had shut you out, had heard the doubts in your voice when you had asked him questions he was not going to give you any answers to – was unable to give you answers to. He knew he worried you when he wandered around the apartment at ungodly hours or stayed out without calling.

He knew he had ruined quite a few of your days, and even more of your nights.

Changkyun knew how people felt about him. That his thoughts were bent out of shape, crooked, impossible to understand – many had told him as much in an attempt to fix him. But you had never tried to straighten them out; instead you had given them new names: unique, captivating, beautiful.

And for that he loved you. Would always love you. Had always loved you.

Even if it hadn’t seemed like it sometimes.

Even now, years after your first meeting in that small restaurant, Changkyun thought you were the most fascinating person he had ever met. Every day with you still felt like an incredible adventure; he was still exploring you, charting you, putting the specks of ashes back together one by one, and he loved every minute of it. He could spend hours trying to figure out why – despite all the pain he caused you, despite all the things he had done wrong – you were still with him.

And then he would spend even more time being petrified by the thought of you leaving.

He knew that his heart would never stop wondering.

Maybe the reason why the thought scared him so profoundly was because he knew that if he lost you once, he would not deserve a second chance. You were so much kinder and smarter, so much more wonderful than even you realized.

Changkyun pitied anyone who didn’t take the time to get to know who you were beyond your school and your job and all the things anyone with eyes could see. At the same time, he loved that he was the only one who knew you. He had witnessed all the versions of you, but the one you were with him was his favorite – raw and vulnerable and his.

Yet, the fear of losing you was haunting him way past the boundaries of the waking hours. Every so often, you would wake up to him mumbling your name in his sleep, tossing and turning in the confinements of a distressing dream. He would only settle down when your hand closed around his arm, your mouth close to his ear.

“I’m here, Changkyun,” you would whisper, gently, knowingly. “It’s okay, babe. I’m here.”

You smiled down at him when his head lulled to the side and his body followed to face you. At first the dreams had worried you, but soon you had realized that it was just another window into the soul of Im Changkyun. It pained you to know that he even had thoughts of losing you, and that they tormented him as much as they did. But it was nothing you couldn’t overcome, nothing to worry about. Things weren’t always easy with Changkyun, but you wouldn’t change a thing.

You loved Changkyun for everything he was and everything he wasn’t, and you loved him for the way he loved you, loved you for who you were, truly and completely. His fears didn’t trouble you; after all, all you had to do was stay by his side and show him how perfect and precious he was to you.

You looked down at the engagement ring on your finger; the thin silver band with your birthstone and the date of your first date engraved in it.

The day I started to fall in love with you.

And I haven’t stopped since.

You lay back down and marveled at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful now, anchored by your presence, his demons out of sight, out of mind.

Yes, you were going to be okay.

You had time. You had love.

And you had Changkyun.

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Hell Comes to Frogtown, Grunt: The Wrestling Movie, I Like to Hurt People

It has been a spell since I logged an ‘intentionally bad gifted movie’ entry. For newer readers here, my buddy Matt and I have a long tradition of gifting each other bad movies for Christmas and birthdays, and it least gives me something to rag on here about. Past entries here meeting this bad gift criteria consist of my coverage for Bounty Hunters, Hercules: Reborn and The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2. We have eased up on it this past year or two, but I still have a few sitting in the backlog box and will be covering a video today that is a three-for-one on a disc special titled ‘Wrestling Superstars Triple Feature’. Now we all may be familiar with WWE pushing wrestlers in its movie division going back 16 years, but wrestlers have been in bad straight-to-video films long before that and this disc features 1988’s Hell Comes to Frogtown (trailer), 1985’s I Like to Hurt People (trailer), and 1985’s Grunt: The Wrestling Movie (trailer). I originally watched Hell Comes to Frogtown with Matt on one of our ritual bad movie nights several years ago. It stars Roddy Piper as Sam Hell, fresh off his success in John Carpenter’s They Live. This is a cracked out post-apocalyptic movie where nuclear fallout radiation makes Hell one of the last few non-sterile males. The government discovers him and makes him a deal against his will to contract him to…..traverse the nuclear wastes and impregnate as many women as possible in order to restore the dwindling human population….seriously. The movie tries to not make Hell come off as a creepy serial rapist by having Piper deliver some meek attempts at sympathy and breaking prisoners out of a gang’s Road Warrior-esque facility. This is ridiculously bad, but in a 80s campy-fun sort of way so if you are into so-bad-they-are-good movies, especially two brew-skis in, then Hell Comes to Frogtown will not disappoint.

I Like to Hurt People is a unique beast. It barely comes off as a motion picture and feels more like something I would make if I was a young proactive filmmaker in my teens and decided to make a movie about wrestling and had no idea about assembling a cohesive plot whatsoever. That is essentially I Like to Hurt People which shows several condensed matches interspersed with backstage interviews, TV production staff losing it while trying to keep the wrestlers in check and fans being interviewed outside the ring who are all hyped up for a night at the wrasslin’ matches. I love the geriatric 80s rock soundtrack that plays nearly nonstop throughout the film that brought back fond memories of Miami Connection’s mesmerizing score. 80s NWA/Crockett fans will get a thrill with the nonstop cameos featuring stars like Terry Funk, Dusty Rhodes, The Sheik, Dick the Bruiser, Abdullah the Butcher and Andre the Giant. A controversial non-finish in the main event between Dick the Bruiser and The Sheik is followed up with an interview in the car with Sheik and his manager the Grand Wizard, where Wizard promises revenge in a cage match....and then I Like to Hurt People promptly ends. Again, this does not feel like a complete movie and is difficult to properly judge as a whole, but that aside it was fun to take in and get a dose of the fervor of southern mid-80s wrestling fandom that I Like to Hurt People encapsulates to a T.

While I Like to Hurt People feels like what my first wrestling movie would be like with barely any filmmaking under my belt, Grunt: The Wrestling Movie feels like what my third or fourth wrestling-adjacent film would be like if I got full of myself and would conjure up a silly Disaster Artist-esque plot over a weekend I thought would be a masterpiece, but instead was nonstop bonkers. There is a crazy 1979 flashback backstory in the opening minutes explaining why controversial wrestler ‘Mad Dog Joe’ was thought to have committed suicide after decapitating an opponent in a title defense. Fast forward six years later when the promotion’s management finally decide to vacate Joe’s title and hold a battle royal to crown a new champion. The film then follows a documentary crew who are obsessed that Joe is still alive and will return at the battle royal. Lots of shenanigans ensue as the documentary crew interviews multiple people who harass them and turn them away, with a standout scene transpiring at a hot-button, public access political talk show. Eventually everything culminates at the battle royal, but nothing can save this train wreck. Grunt: The Wrestling Movie takes itself way too seriously, and is not even campy-cheesy-bad, but instead the undesirable straight-up-bad. Avoid this one in the DVD bargain bin at all costs. As a whole, Wrestling Superstars Triple Feature is a semi-decent package, which is glowing praise when compared to this DVD’s cover art! Hell Comes to Frogtown is prime cheesy bad movie night material and I Like to Hurt People is something I would throw in to have on in the background with fellow wrestling fans. Grunt is a complete waste, but as the old adage goes, two out of three isn’t bad! Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Dark Knight Rises Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed Deck the Halls Detroit Rock City Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hercules: Reborn Hitman Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jay and Silent Bob Reboot Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Major League Man of Steel Man on the Moon Man vs Snake Marine 3-6 Merry Friggin Christmas Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets Not for Resale Pulp Fiction The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Slacker Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Sully Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

#random movie #Wrestling #Rowdy Roddy Piper #dusty rhodes #Andre the Giant #dick the bruiser #abdullah the butcher #Terry Funk #hell comes to frogtown #Grunt the wrestling movie #I like to Hurt people

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It’s 2006, and Disney has just opened the doors to East High. Little did they know that this low-budget TV movie would ignite the hearts of millions with what would become the most treasured “dream boy” of the 00’s.

High School Musical became the theme of millions of birthday parties and any functioning human could sing along to the soundtrack.

With Joshua Bassett, the kids who never experienced HSM were finally able to understand the overwhelming feeling of having a crush on Troy Bolton, the character that catapulted Zac Efron to eminent stardom. For the ones who had his posters plastered on their walls, it’s blissful nostalgia.

High School Musical: The Musical: The Series isn’t a continuation of the movies, but instead an homage to the joyful spirit and connectivity it brought to people all over the world.

With a love for singing, writing music and acting, Joshua Bassett, playing the role of Ricky (modern-day Troy Bolton), is living the dream. Through the show, we are introduced to his talented vocal skills and good moral character. His undeniable gift with music has won the hearts of many and will continue to do so.

Flaunt had the pleasure of getting to know about his experience on HSMTMTS, his passion for music, and his goals for the future. Check it out below.

What characteristics of Ricky do you relate to the most?

When I read the description of the role, I was actually worried that someone had been following me around and documenting my life because everything in the description was exactly like me so I was like, “Alright this is going to be easy.” So I was just trying to be as close to myself as I possibly could. I think for me relating to Ricky is that he’s kind of all over the place and always wants to do the right thing; he doesn’t know what he’s doing and he’s figuring it out as he goes.

Throughout the show, High School Musical: The Musical: The Series, Ricky goes through some hardship, but slowly starts to find himself and gain confidence, how does his character continues to grow throughout the series?

I think one of the fundamental things for Ricky in this season is that he’s forced to grow up. When Nini says “I love you” he kind of backs up and when we find out his parents are getting a divorce, his immediate reaction is to disappear and detach himself from the situation. Through all of his trials, he matures as a person and is forced to grow up in various different ways.

I’ve seen you dance on the show, is dancing something you’ve pursued before?

I was not anticipating to dance when I came in for the show. I didn’t really think about it. My sisters are all dancers so I never really took that up; I let that be their thing. But when we started production for the show they said, “Alright, dance rehearsal on Monday,” and I was like, “What? Dance rehearsals?” So, Matt Cornett (who plays EJ) and I were taught how to dance over the course of the season. I won’t spoil anything but there is a bigger dance moment for me in the season. So, yeah, I definitely learned how to dance over the course of the season through lots of trial and error, but we got there.

I love how High School Musical: The Musical: The Series isn’t trying to recreate the original movies, but instead pay homage to them. What is your favorite song from the movies and what is your fav song from the show?

“You Are The Music In Me” from the second High School Musical and for High School Musical: The Musical: The Series, it’s a close tie between “Wondering” from episode 2 and “Born to Be Brave” in episode 5.

How was co-writing the song “Just For A Moment” with Olivia Rodrigo? What were you guys trying to portray with the song?

It was actually a really unique experience because rarely do actors in the project get to write a song, especially at our age (18 and 16). That’s not really heard of, so when they gave us the opportunity, it was kind of magical. It was challenging in a way but it was pretty seamless because we were writing from an honest place and we were able to pour that into the song. The fact that they picked it to be in the series was mind-blowing and I still can’t quite believe it or wrap my head around it. But, it was one of the most amazing experiences I’ve had in my career. I’m very excited for future opportunities of writing for the show.

What does the process of writing music look like for you?

There’s no formula for me. Often I will be at Target and get a good idea for a song or my friend and I will be having a conversation and I will think, “There’s a lyric in there somewhere” and I’ll write it down on my phone or I’ll just be noodling around on my piano. With the song “Common Sense,” on my Instagram, I wrote that while I was driving in my car and I came up with the whole thing, voice recorded it and then parked at the Westfield mall and hammered it out on the guitar. So, it varies from song to song.

Do you prefer playing the guitar or the piano?

Oh man! I really can’t pick, it changes all the time. I’ll play the piano nonstop for a few weeks and then realize I haven’t learned anything new on the guitar and will be hooked on playing my guitar. So, I can’t pick my favorite child. They both really are my favorite.

It looks like you are already developing a fan base for your vocals, can we expect to see more music coming from you?

Lots of exciting stuff is on the way. It’s been a journey; I’ve been trying to get this stuff together for a while, but I think it’s better to wait and let it happen the right way instead of rushing it for the sake of getting it out there. But, people can expect a lot of exciting things that they have never seen or heard yet.

What are you most passionate about right now?

Recording/producing my music! I've spent so many years writing, and I'm just getting into the art of recording. I'm learning so much about taking the song from the page and really bringing it to life.

Where were you a year ago? What were you up to a year ago?

Rehearsing and recording in preparation for Season 1 of HSMTMTS in LA.

Where do you hope to be in a year? What do you hope to be doing a year from now?

I hope to be performing my original music for whoever will have me! (The dream is Harry Styles!)

What advice do you have for your past self?

Learn your lessons well! Take advantage of everything life is teaching you. Certain things that don’t make sense now will in such a short amount of time. Also, trust the process and don’t take everything too seriously.

What is a goal of yours?

I want to make an album - from start to finish - that I am proud of. One that I can pour my heart and soul into and genuinely be happy to show the world. I want to give it 110% and know that whatever happens, I gave it everything I have.

#interviews #flaunt magazine #long post

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drakefanfiction · 5 years ago

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The Ex Factor Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Raven's Pov

I spent the entire ride home trying to wrap my mind around this news. Not only did my doctor confirm that I'm pregnant, but she also let me know that I'm 6 weeks, which means Michael is the father. I knew that there was a chance, but deep down I was praying that this baby would be Aubrey's. We're finally back on good terms in our relationship and now this. It's like every time we take a step forward, the universe knocks us back three. I don't know how I'm going to tell him let alone, Michael. We ended in such a bad space, now this is only going to make a messy breakup even messier. Knowing that he still has feelings for me, it's going to be like pouring salt on an open wound.

I sat, parked in my car about a block away from Aubrey's, contemplating my next words. He'd been calling for the past hour and quite frankly, I don't know what to say to him. I'm always preaching about honesty and not keeping secrets, I'd be a hypocrite if I did the same. Although it's not like I can keep this one a secret for long,

"Just go in there, sit Aubrey down and tell him." I coached myself while staring into the rearview mirror.

After a minute or so, I started the car up and drove the rest of the way to Aubrey's. The gate opened, and I entered; here goes nothing. As I entered the house, I mentally prepared myself for every reaction possible; worst case scenario Aubrey kicks me out and tells me he wants nothing to do with me. The place was surprisingly empty, which was a good thing, but I didn't see or hear Cam either. What I did hear was Aubrey on the phone, engaging in what seemed to be a heated argument with someone. Great, just what I needed. I fully entered the kitchen, finding Aubrey standing by the island counter with a drink in his hand. Not wanting eavesdrop, I cleared my throat to make my presence known. Aubrey's eyes lifted from his intense conversation and found mine.

"Look, I gotta go, but I meant what I said. We'll talk about it later." He hung up the phone, not even saying goodbye and took a long drink, finishing the brown contents of his glass.

"Long day?" I asked, as I approached him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.

"You have no idea," Aubrey replied with uneasiness in his voice. He turned around in my arms and leaned down, giving me a kiss on the lips. "What took you so long today, I thought you were just grabbing lunch with Tiana?" He asked. This was my chance to tell him everything.

I let go of Aubrey, taking a step back to lean against the countertop. "Aubrey, we need to talk." I simply spoke, knowing that what we were about to get into was far from simple.

"Yes, we do. I actually sent Cam to hang out with Chubbs so we could have a moment alone." He responded, to my surprise.

"Okay, you go first." Aubrey took a deep breath, running his hand down his face. I don't know why but those mere actions made a lump form in my throat. Why was he so nervous?

"Well... you know that I love you and Cam more than anything," said Aubrey as he reached out, taking my hand in his. I nodded my head, letting him continue. "I don't want to keep secrets from you, especially since we're starting over. Therapy has taught us to be open, even if that means you stop talking to me, or want nothing to do with me... I just can't lie to you and hurt you again." His brown eyes bore into mine and I could see a genuine fear there; a fear of losing me which confused me.

"Aubrey, you're scaring me. What is it?" I asked, waiting for him to blurt out whatever it was. We've only been back together for a little over a month, I know he didn't cheat on me.

Once again, another deep breath left his lips. His hold on my hand loosened as his mouth opened to speak. "Ava's pregnant, and it's mine." He blurted out, looking me dead in the eyes. I paused for a second; next thing I knew, I was laughing. I know the Universe wouldn't possibly be that cruel to me.

"Baby, I'm not joking, she's pregnant," Aubrey responded in a very serious tone. I stopped laughing long enough to get a good look at the serious expression on his face. Just like that, I was speechless. "Your silence is killing me right now, please say something."

My hand slipped away from his, trying to process this information. "Aubrey, I don't know what to say... How far along is she?"

"16 weeks. I just found out not too long ago. I wanted to tell you as soon as I got the news, but Ava's been tripping. She doesn't want you to know or be involved, she's even threatening to keep the baby from me. That’s who I was on the phone with when you came in, but I told her that you’re going to be in my life and there’s nothing she can do to stop that.”

"Wow." Was all I could say. This was turning out to be a day of bombshells.

"Raven, I'm not losing you again. If she wants to go to court, we'll go to court, but I need you in my life... that's if you still want to be in it."

"I can't lie, this has me completely thrown off balance right now, but I would never want you to not be in your child's life, especially because of me. I see how you are with Cam, and I know you want more children--

"But I wanted them with you." Aubrey placed a gentle hand on my belly, not knowing that I have Michael's baby growing inside of me. This only made me feel guiltier than I already felt.

"Aubrey, I know this isn't the ideal situation for us to be in, but shit happens. I love you and I'm going to stick by you for whatever happens next. Even if that means I have to deal with your baby mama drama." Knowing exactly how he feels right now, I couldn't bring myself to walk away from him. Especially after justifying to myself on the ride here that he wouldn't do that to me.

"I don't know what the hell I did to deserve you, but I glad that your mine." Aubrey stepped closer, leaning in to kiss my lips. When he pulled away there was a slight smile on his face. "I have to be honest, you're a better person than I am because I wouldn't be able to do it." He joked... I hope.

"Well, I mean it's not like you cheated on me. You were two consenting adults in a relationship." I reasoned, hoping he would see it my way and return some of my open-mindedness.

Shrugging his shoulders, he continued on. "I guess, but me personally, I know I wouldn't be able to deal with another man getting you pregnant; I haven't reached that level of maturity yet. That's why I don't deserve you." Aubrey kissed me once more, paying no attention to the disillusion on my face as his words sink in. I could literally see the panic leave him and relief settle in, but I couldn't quite say the same.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" He questioned in wonder. I thought for a second, weighing my options. How am I supposed to tell him I'm pregnant by someone else after he clearly just said he wouldn't be about to handle it. My only choice as of now is to keep my mouth shut until I figure out my next move.

"I wanted to know if you booked the Marvel characters for this weekend? Cam's really excited about having the Avengers at his party." I answered, and Aubrey nodded his head telling me he took care of everything. So I lied. I know I'm making the wrong decision and I should tell him now while he's being truthful with me, but honesty is easier said than done, especially when it can potentially put a permanent end to our relationship. I just need time to think and figure out how to tell him.

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This was the last week of the promo tour for our film and I couldn't be more excited. For one, this morning sickness was kicking my ass and almost every smell disgusted me. Not to mention it was so awkward being around Michael. He was serious when he said he wasn't going anywhere. I was getting flowers and teddy bears sent to my house and almost every interview and photoshoot we had to do, which only made that one more thing I had to keep from Aubrey. He was adamant about knowing if Michael tries to cross any lines, but that would only cause more drama to my already chaotic situation.

Today we were in LA sitting down with an online blog, answering questions about Creed 2; all the while I had to smile and ignore Michael's covert attempts of seduction and subtle placement of his hand on my thigh. As soon as we wrapped, I flashed another fake smile to the interviewer, shook her hand and headed straight for my dressing room, while Alex followed behind me. When I got inside I noticed the newly placed black box of red roses on the vanity. Alex went over to the box and picked up the tiny card that was tucked away.

"I know you're getting tired of the gifts. One dinner is all I'm asking for and I'll let you go for good... if that's what you want." Alex read the note aloud.

I ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. "He just doesn't give up."

'Yeah, but it's cute though, in a stalker-ish kind of way." Alex smiled, smelling the roses. They were beautiful, but I knew I couldn't take them home with me.

"Alex, can you get rid of those for me?"

"Actually, my mom's birthday is tomorrow, do you mind if I regift these?"

"Be my guest." I shrugged my shoulders letting him take them. At least they weren't going to go to waste. Alex grabbed the box from the vanity and left the room to take the flowers to the car.

I needed a drink so bad, but since I can't, I decided that venting would have to suffice. Since Tiana is the only person I can vent to about my current situation, I grabbed my phone from my bag and sat down at the vanity to give her a call. It ring a few times, and just as I thought it was about to go to voicemail, she picked up.

"Hey, are you busy?" I asked, hearing heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Nope, my afternoon class just ended. What's up?" She answered in an upbeat tone.

"My blood pressure. I swear Tee, lately, I've been feeling like my life is a mess and I'm just getting this adulting thing all wrong."

I could hear Tiana let out a sigh on the other end. "Is Michael still calling nonstop?"

"Calling, texting, sending gifts. I don't know what to do at this point."

"Raven, I know you don't want to hear it, but have you thought about abortion? Things are only going to get worse once he finds out you're pregnant and it's his."

"The thought did cross my mind, but it just doesn't feel right. I know I have to do something soon, but with the way things are going, I can't tell Michael I'm carrying his child."

"What did you just say?" My head snapped around in the direction of the door, hearing a voice that I knew for sure wasn't Alex's.

Michael was standing there with a tiny stuffed pink rabbit in his hand, jaw clenched, eyes filled with questions that I knew were about to come spewing from his mouth. I swear my brain stuttered for a moment, as every part of my body went on pause to give my thoughts a chance to catch up with my mouth. I couldn't even form the words to say bye to Tiana, I just hung up on her.

"How long were you standing there?" I asked. Alex must've not closed the door all the way because I didn't even hear it open.

"Long enough to know you're pregnant. Is it mine?" Michael ignored my question, giving me one of his own. Knowing that the answer is about to change my life forever, I could only look away feeling a lump in my throat. He stepped closer to me, gently turning my chin so that I would look at him. "Raven, is this baby really mine?"

"Yes... it's yours." I hesitated with my response, not knowing how he would react.

Michael's hand fell from my face. He backed away from me, leaning his body against the wall. There was nothing but silence as he stared at the ceiling. Michael ran his hand down his face and then turned to me with a slight smile. "I'm gonna be a father..." As the words left his lips, his smile grew wider.

"Michael please, you have to understand that this is a very complicated situation. You can't tell anyone I'm pregnant." I begged him. The last thing I need is Aubrey finding out from Michael.

"I take it Drake doesn't know?" He questioned and then shook his head, getting his answer from my silence. "So what is your plan, wait until your stomach is poking out and have him thinking he's the father?"

"I didn't say that," I argued back, even though I had no clue as to what I was going to do.

"Well, what are you saying, because I'm not gonna--"

"Hey, the car is out front." Alex stumbled into the room interrupting our conversation. If I could feel the tension, I know he could. His eyes bounced back and forth between Michael and I. "Is everything okay?" He asked with a look of curiosity.

"I'll call you later. so answer your phone." Michael demanded, his attitude slipping through with each word. He sat the stuffed rabbit he was holding down on the vanity and exited the room. I sank back into my chair, while Alex looked clueless to everything that was about to blow-up in my face.

Aubrey's Pov

It was the day of Cam's birthday party and I was busy at Raven's, trying to get everything in order. The house was hectic, to say the least. Decorators were coming in and out, setting up his carnival in the backyard. Not to mention wild animals making all types of noise from his petting zoo. I don't know why, or how I let Raven talk me into this. She's been throwing up, off and on since yesterday so I've been doing most of the work. For a second, it crossed my mind that she might be pregnant, but that thought faded away when I remember that she's on birth control and chalked it up to bad Chinese food. Cam was spending the day out with his grandmothers while I got everything set up. Tiana and Chubbs came by to help, but they were doing more arguing than helping. I was readying to tell them to take that shit home.

Karris was checking on Ironman, who was the only Marvel character currently missing from the party. I paid for six Avengers, and six Avengers better be here. After I got finished stuffing these prize bags Raven wanted for the carnival games, I glanced up and saw Karris with her phone in her hand.

"I handled it. Ironman went to the wrong address, but he'll be here in 20 minutes." She reported.

"Thank you. The last thing I need is for Ironman to not show up." I looked up and saw Raven dressed in a black sweatshirt with Cam's picture on the front, ripped jeans, a pair of white Air Max 90s; and her hair was now curly which was a change from her bonnet and pajamas she had on an hour ago.

She stepped further into the backyard with her hands on her hips as she examined the work that had been done. "It looks good out here."

"I told you I had it under control." I said as I walked over to where she stood. "You feeling any better?" I asked. The last time I saw her, she was curled up with a bucket next to the bed.

"Much better, thank you. Did the cake--"

"The cake arrived and it looks exactly like you imagined it," I assured her. Raven ordered a three-tier over the top cake that resembled a carnival. I'm surprised it made it here without any damages.

She nodded, but I could still see the wheels turn in her head. "Okay, what about the rides and the caterer? Did they--

"The rides are all up and running, I even had OB and Ryan test them out to make sure they're safe for the kids, and the caterers have all of the food set up over there." I pointed to a large white tent that had all of the food on display. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "See, it's all handled. Nothing to worry about."

Raven smiled, finally giving up her micromanaging. "I will give it to you, you did a great job." Raven sighed and relaxed in my arms. "You know, seeing all of this is making me think about what our wedding would've looked like." I looked down at Raven in my arms and noticed her staring off in the distance. I guess all the planning she's done for Cam's party reminded her of all the wedding plans she was making four years ago.

"We can still make that happen. Why don't we just tell the judge we decided to stick with our marriage, then we can have that ceremony you always wanted."

Raven turned around in my arms to face me. "Honestly, I have thought about it, but I still think it's too soon to know for sure if we're actually ready to make this marriage a permanent thing."

"True, I didn't hear a no though..." I said with a grin, making her smile. Raven placed her hand on my chin, bringing my lips to hers. "The party doesn't start for another hour. You wanna sneak away a minute." I whispered in her ear, leaving kisses on her neck. She nodded her head yes, and I took her by the hand to lead us back inside the house for some privacy. There's a video I found in my phone that I've been wanting to show her, but Karris's voice stopped us before we could get a good five feet away.

"Uh-un, y'all are not about to leave me with Ike and Tina." Karris complained with her hand on hips. Raven and I both looked over at Chubbs and Tiana who was once again yelling at each other instead of blowing up balloons. We shook our heads, going over to separate them. This was the third fight I to break up today.

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An hour later the backyard was filled with a bunch of kids and their parents. Besides the crew and our family, I don't know who half these people are, but I do know that Cam is having a good time. He just got his face painted like Ironman and was currently dragging Raven to the dunk tank. Just seeing the smile on their faces made me feel like I was doing something right, despite everything that had gone wrong. When I found out that Ava was pregnant, I thought for sure that was going to be the end of me and Raven, but she surprised the hell out of me and stuck around. I'm so used to her running, so this is definitely a change. Now Ava wants me to come out to Toronto to be at the next couple of appointments, but I'm not sure how Raven is going to react to that. I haven't said anything to her yet, because this is all still new for us and I didn't want it to distract from Cam's birthday party, but it got me thinking. Once this baby comes, I'm going to be dividing my time between LA and Toronto, missing moments with both of my children. I never saw myself as being a part-time dad and here I am about to do it again.

"Aubrey, honey I left my glasses in the car, can you get them for me." My mom's voice interrupted my thoughts.

Her car was parked out front so I knew she didn't feel like walking to get them. I took the keys she held out and left the backyard, walking back through the house and to the front door. I opened the door to step out, but to my surprise, Michael was standing there with a gift bag in his hand getting ready to ring the doorbell. I know this nigga done lost his mind.

"You need to turn around and leave right now," I spoke, stepping in front of Michael. I know he doesn't think he's just about to walk in here right past me without it being a problem.

"Nah, I'm cool. I'm here to see Raven. Now if she wants me to leave, then I'll go." Michael grilled me down. I know it's my son's birthday party and it's not the time or place, but the only thing I could think about is all the disrespectful ass text messages he thinks I don't know about. Everything in me was telling me to lay hand on him right here and now.

#drake fanfiction #drake fanfic #drake #Aubrey Drake Graham #fanfiction #Aubrey Graham #chapter 19

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starrynite7114 · 6 years ago

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distraction: three

A/N: Another update! Yay! I’m really inspired for this story so I’ve been writing nonstop for it. I’m trying to crank out an update for Things You Never Knew before updating this again. Hope you all enjoy this update!

And just for a little visual, this is Emerson and Elijah! :)

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Emerson looked down at her phone for the umpteenth time, swiping to ignore the notification. It was her mother’s birthday soon and her siblings have been requesting for her presence. Different year, same old shit. They watched their father kick her out, but now they decided they should be siblings.

“Is that Elijah?” Letty has met him a few times and she was enamored with Elijah Sommers to say the least. Not only was Elijah a gentleman, but he seemed to be so genuinely interested on talking to her. She’s had her fair share of encounters with men and besides the MC, she didn’t trust anyone. But Elijah just made her feel so at ease. Maybe he was just a good people person, regardless, she was enamored.

“No,” Emerson looked at the young woman before her and laughed. “Do you have a little crush on Elijah?”

“No,” Letty blushed. She didn’t exactly have a crush on Elijah. He was just different from what she was used to. Dressed as prim and proper as Miguel Galindo, but he didn’t have the same aura as Miguel. Elijah exuded a positive energy she couldn’t describe. She didn’t know him well. He could be as sinister as Miguel Galindo, but she doubt that. “I just like him for you, you guys make a great couple. Both good people and good looking as well.”

Emerson smiled at that. “You know, that’s not the only thing that makes people compatible.” On paper, she just seems like the perfect match with Elijah. And as she had told Miguel, she did weigh out her options, she seemed like an idiot to even not consider Elijah. But it just never clicked for her.

“True, but you’re not a bad match up.”

“That’s fair, but you know, Elijah and I just don’t click. Maybe you’re too young, but when you meet a person, there’s just a spark.”

“You don’t have that with Elijah?”

“Unfortunately, she didn’t feel that spark with me.” Elijah joined the conversation, surprising Letty.

“Eli!” She called out happily.

“Hey Letty,” Elijah greeted as he walked up to the back of Emerson’s chair. He placed a kiss on top of Emerson’s head. “How are you doing, mi amor?”

“I’m good Eli, I didn’t expect you till next week. I thought you were in France?”

“Decided to come back early,” he shrugged. He placed a few bags on the table before he pulled up a chair and sat beside Emerson. “I brought you something as well Leticia.”

“Can I guess?” Letty wasn’t used to people, especially men, giving her gifts without wanting something in return. But after she met Elijah, he always brought her gifts from wherever he went. It became their little routine.

“Isn’t that our thing?” Elijah smirked as he draped an around over Emerson’s chair. “3 guesses as always.”

“Is it edible?”

“Not this time.”

“Hmm,” Letty bit her lower lip, slightly tilting her head. “This better not be one of those weird hats you were talking to me about.”

Elijah laughed. “No, though, that’s not a bad idea.” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at her. “One left, if you don’t guess it right you don’t get to have it.” It was a silly stipulation since Elijah always made sure she got the answer correct. After all, he didn’t get that present for anyone else but her. “Clue, as I always do, it’s something to use for when it’s cold. If you say heater, we’re done.”

Emerson fondly watched the interaction between Elijah and Letty. She always admired how well Elijah controlled a room, more importantly, how he interacted with children. Elijah was the eldest of 3. He had a younger brother and a younger sister, whom he dotted over when they were younger. Letty most likely reminded her of his younger sister, who unfortunately passed away a few years ago. Emerson didn’t remember anything about his sister’s passing, but she shed a few tears when Elijah broke the news to her.

“Okay, cause it’s you and you’re well, predictable, you got me the denim jacket I’ve been wanting.” Letty smirked victoriously.

“Ooh, you’re good,” Elijah took out a bag that he dropped beside Emerson’s chair, handing it over to Letty. “But it’s not one of those low brand stores, a little pricier, but it’ll last longer.” He wasn’t exactly sure how Coco felt about him giving his kid gifts, but he was sure that Coco didn’t mind.

“Stop being such a rich prick,” Emerson smacked him on his chest. “You’re such a name brand dick.”

Elijah shrugged. “It’s what I know,” he smirked. “You used to be the exact same way.”

“Yes, well, I’ve changed,” Emerson was a rich kid, she was spoiled and once upon a time, she valued materialistic items. But now, it wasn’t like that anymore. She still enjoyed the vintage handbags her grandmother had given to her before she passed. But otherwise, that didn’t matter to her anymore. All she cared about was the bakery and well, Leticia.

It was weird for Emerson. Maybe Leticia, along with the MC, became some sort of family for her. When her father kicked her out, it was painful, but at the same time she was relieved. The whole time she was home, she felt as if her family was tiptoeing around her, that they were hiding something from her. If she was honest, it felt as if her family, mostly her father, did not want her to remember whatever memory she lost 5 years ago. Her father paid for the therapy, but whenever she asked her father about her the years she lost, he would just give her the most vague information. It got to the point that she got over it and didn’t want to remember anymore.

The last thing she remembered was graduating from high school and the next thing she knew, she was 24 years old, with no recollection of the last 6 years.

“You definitely have,” Elijah nodded his head. “Alright Letty, try on the jacket and let me see how it looks.”

Letty slightly felt bad accepting the gift, but at the same time, it would be rude to decline his gift. It’s not like she expected for him to give the gifts to her, he just always brought her something since he brought Emerson something. She never actually told her dad that the gifts were from Elijah. She always told him that Emerson bought it for her. For some reason, she didn’t think her father would be okay with Elijah buying her gifts.

She put the jacket on, just loved how it fit her. Turning to face Elijah and Emerson, they clapped and hooted.

“Look at my girl looking good!” Elijah proudly stated.

“Don’t be weird,” Letty blushed, playfully pushed Elijah on his shoulder.

Emerson chuckled. “Yeah don’t be a creep, she’s like 20 years younger than you.”

“Hey!” Elijah pushed Emerson. “I’m 15 years older than her, get your facts straight.”

“Oh, because that’s so much better.” Emerson laughed harder.

“You’re just jealous because I like Letty better than you.”

“Oh, extremely jealous.” Emerson shook her head, a small amount of laughter still coming out of her lips. “Finish your homework, one of the boys are going to be here soon.”

Letty thanked Elijah and hugged him one more time before she went to the back to grab her stuff.

“The Mayans are still around you?” At first, he did not like that thought of any of the Mayans being near Emerson. They were an outlaw biker gang, and as cliche as it sounded, he knew what they did during their past time: drugs, violence, women and liquor. He didn’t judge them, it just wasn’t his way of life. And he definitely did not want that around Emerson.

“Yes, is that a problem?” Emerson didn’t like Elijah’s tone. He had a habit of being controlling, but he never tried to impose it on her. After all, they weren’t together and she didn’t work for him, he didn’t get to order her around.

“No, simply curious,” Elijah knew Emerson was protective of her relationship with the Mayans due to Leticia. But Leticia wasn’t part of the gang, regardless of who her father was. “Your siblings have been bombarding my cell phone, have you not answered them.”

“I don’t see why that’s any of your business. Besides I hardly speak to them as it is, they don’t get to dictate when I talk to them when they’re the ones who turned their backs on me.” Emerson knew how to hold a grudge, Elijah knew that. It was the reason he never pushed for a reconciliation between Emerson and her family. For the most part, she replied to birthday text messages from her siblings or holiday greetings. But when they try to initiate a conversation, she shuts down.

“Emmy, your mother really wants to see you.” Elijah knew he shouldn’t push, but Emerson’s mother pleaded for him to talk to her eldest daughter.

“She had a birthday last year, she wasn’t this persistent about seeing me.” Emerson pointed out.

“Your grandfather is dying and your mother wants you to come to New York and see him.”

It wasn’t Elijah who helped her with her shop, at least not entirely. Her grandfather was the one who helped her. For a second, her heart stopped as Elijah’s words registered in her head, but then she realized that that was a lie. She just spoke to her grandfather and if he was sick, he would have told her.

“You’re lying.”

“Am I? Why would I lie about that?”

“I spoke to my grandfather 2 days ago and he mentioned nothing of this sickness you speak of,” Emerson was slightly irked with Elijah. He was trying to play a card that he knew he should never play with her.

“Emerson, I have no reason to lie to you.”

“You have plenty of reasons to lie to me.” She said to him with through gritted teeth.

As Elijah responded to her, Emerson felt as if Elijah was far away, that his voice was coming from a distance. She blinked a few times and her vision became blurry, Elijah’s worried face appearing in front of her.

She felt a sense of deja vu as her words repeated in her head.

“Emerson,” he called out, as she dropped the plate in her hand.

Letty ran out of the kitchen, her bag on her back. “What’s wrong?” She watched as Emerson fell onto Elijah’s arms.

“Emmy!” Another voice call out.

Angel made his way to the store, already in fight mode seeing Elijah and Emerson talking. But when he saw how Emerson’s face contorted to show her displeasement to whatever Elijah was saying, his fight mode grew stronger. As he opened the door, Emerson began to look pale and looked as if she was going to pass out.

“Move,” Angel took Emerson from Elijah’s arms, surprising him and Emerson, who never passed out.

“Angel,” she softly called out.

“Hey queirda, you okay?” He softly brushed away the hair from her face.

Emerson couldn’t even reply as she became lost in Angel’s eyes. She managed to nod her head as Emerson moved away from him.

Angel noticed how her wall immediately went up and how she moved over towards Elijah. It stung to see that. Elijah wrapped an arm around her, placing a kiss on the top of her head as his eyes locked with Angel’s.

“Leticia, Emmy is fine, she’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Elijah turned to Letty who was checking on Emerson.

“I’m fine Letty, I just get these spells every once in a while.” Emerson assured her. “Go with Angel.”

“Okay,” Letty frowned but understood. She walked over to Angel whose eyes were still on Elijah and Emerson. She noticed just how angry Angel looked. There were a few times that she saw that look coming from Angel. One time, it was directed to EZ and she never questioned why. But this was of pure hatred. She could tell that Elijah wasn’t too fond of Angel either. “Come on Angel, let’s go.”

“No, we’re not leaving till Emerson comes with us.” Angel wasn’t going to let this dick win.

“Angel,” Letty pulled on his kute. She didn’t understand why Angel was so protective of Emerson at times. He didn’t even know her well enough to be this protective over her.

“Leticia, not right now.”

She knew Angel wasn’t playing games, especially when he used her whole name. Looking over at Emerson, she mirrored the confused look on Letty’s face.

“Who are you to Emerson to even demand such a thing?” Elijah questioned, putting himself in front of Emerson and further pissing off Angel.

Angel took a step forward but the opening of a door caught their attention. They all looked towards the door and found EZ walking in. Letty has never been so relieved to see EZ.

“What’s going on? Bishop wants us at the clubhouse.” EZ could feel the tension. He noticed everything from the car but wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. He decided to come in just in case something went down.

Angel muttered under his breath before looking over at Emerson. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just go.”

With one last look, Angel just nodded and narrowed his eyes at Elijah. He turned around, calling for Letty to follow him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Em.” She gave her a quick hug once Elijah moved out of the way and ran after Angel.

The two watched as the Reyes brothers drove off with Letty. Elijah turned back to Emerson, cupping her face in his hands.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Elijah softly stroke one of her cheeks with his thumb. “Have you been eating?”

“Yes, I’m fine. It just felt weird when I told you that you have plenty of reasons to lie to me.”

“Well, seems like your brain doesn’t agree since it almost made you blackout.” Elijah teased trying to lighten the situation.

“Such a prick,” she pushed him away, a small smile spreading across her face.

“So, you’ve remembered a few things.” Elijah was worried at what Emerson remembered. He was confident that everything was fine, but he wasn’t exactly a saint. They had their fair share of arguments, but there were certain things he hoped she wouldn’t remember.

“Yeah, it’s fragments really, but I’ve remembered a few things.”

“What have you remembered?”

“It’s weird, it’s kind of blurry. Like I see someone there but I don’t recognize them.”

“How about the voice?” Elijah wanted her to remember to some extent, but he wasn’t sure just how much he wanted her to remember. Once she remembered everything, he would be pushed to the back burner again.

“I don’t know,” Elijah could tell that Emerson was closing him off. She was beginning to get this look on her place, where it was voice of emotions and you can clearly tell she was upset. He was almost certain that her answer from here on out would be ‘I don’t know’.

“Don’t do that, don’t start closing me off just because I want to help you.”

“I’m not closing you off, I just don’t know.” Emerson always loved having Elijah around but at the same time, she knew it had its cons when he came. She understood that he was trying to help, but she didn’t want any help. For 2 years, her father had her go see a therapist to help her out with her memories and Elijah would be there for her every step of the way. But she grew frustrated and stopped going. She was totally fine with living her life not knowing what she lost. Well, at first, but then the feeling of finding her past became strong when she became engaged to Elijah. It just didn’t feel right.

It was during her wedding dress fitting that she realized how wrong it was. She was sick to her stomach. After that day, Elijah noticed the difference and she was honest with him. He agreed that they shouldn’t get married if she didn’t want to marry him regardless of what arrangement their parents made.

This infuriated her father and she would never forget what he told her.

“You are no longer an Andres, I refused to acknowledge a daughter who has no respect for her parents wishes.”

And just like that, she left her home. The eerie thing was, her father’s words sounded familiar. Like it wasn’t the first time he had disowned her. But that couldn’t be possible.

What broke her was how close she was with her father. She adored her father, much more than her mother. But for some reason, she felt that there was something hanging over her and her father. There was something she wasn’t telling him and she never really pushed for it. She was so confused and didn’t even know what to focus on.

“I went to Stanford.”

“Yes, you went to Stanford and graduated with a business degree.”

“Business,” she scoffed. “Bet father dearest had something to do with that.”

“Perhaps, but we both know that you were always interested in business. Come on Emmy, you have such a great mind for business.” Elijah always thought that if anyone should take over the Andres empire it should be Emerson. Her older brother was good, but was easily side tracked and had far too many ideas for his own good. Her younger sister, well, someone had to be the rich spoiled child. “That’s why our marriage would have been perfect, having you by my side would have elevated my family’s company.”

“Very nice to know what our marriage would have been like.” She knew he didn’t mean anything by it. They were always good business partners whenever she helped Elijah with a plan to present to his father about the newest real estate development they should venture.

“I would have given you the world.”

“I don’t need the world.”

“No, you don’t,” Elijah gave her a small smile. Ever since Emerson had gone to Stanford, she changed. Gone was the young girl who valued materialistic items. Gone was the young girl who enjoyed all the luxuries her parents handed to her. She began to work for her money, wanting to prove that she didn’t need her parents. It wasn’t a statement, Emerson just realized that working hard for something gave such a great sense of accomplishment that she began to do things for herself. Emerson was never the worst out of her siblings, he was almost certain she was the least stuck up. She still had her moments, but she was much more approachable than her sister.

And it was all thanks to Ezekiel Reyes.

#Angel Reyes #angel reyes fanfic #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

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lovemesomesurveys · 6 years ago

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Have you ever felt like you were being crushed by an invisible weight?: I’m very familiar with that feeling. Have you ever looked back and realized that it’s been ages since you cried?: It’s been a long time since I’ve gone a long time without crying. I cry a lot. Do you ever wish you could go back to kindergarten?: Yes. Please take me back to a better, simpler time. Would you rather spend your whole life in the light, or in the dark?: Well, in the light ideally. It’s rather dark right now, though. Do you have a good luck charm?: Don't believe in luck, so nope. <<< Same.

Has anyone ever sang to you, just for you?: No. What’s the longest phone conversation you’ve ever had?: A few hours. Is there anyone that you have trouble saying goodbye to?: My mom went on a 4 day vacation a couple months ago, which is something she’s never done, and I being the big baby that I am cried when she left. :X Do you friends like the person you’re dating/crushing on?: I’m single and not crushing on anyone. Do you care if your parents approve of the people you date?: Yes. Whoever I date needs to get along with my family. If asked to pick a number between one and five, what number would you pick?: 2. Do you use Skype to talk to your friends?: Nope. In your opinion is calling easier than texting?: Never call me, just text. Name all the people you’ve hugged today: I haven’t hugged anyone today. Is there anything that you want to say right now to someone?: No. If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be?: I would never marry my mom. About how many times a day do you use the backspace button?: Uh, I have no idea. Are you allergic to any animals?: No. Do you know anyone who smokes?: Yeah. Do you usually spend your weekends out, or at home?: I’m at home in bed majority of the time. Do you miss anyone right now?: Always. How far away is your next birthday?: It’s next month. Have you ever felt completely lost?: I do feel completely lost. What’s the stupidest question anyone could ever ask you?: People have asked me if I could get out of my chair or if I had to stay in it all the time, including sleeping. Do you think it’s wrong for people to say 'retard/retarded’ as an insult?: Yes! What swear word do you use most often?: I don’t swear a lot, but a “shit”, “damn”, “hell”, and an occasional “fuck” might come out sometimes. Have you ever had to go to the police department?: For a field trip. Have you ever lived through a hurricane?: I’ve never experienced one. Have you ever wished you could disappear?: Yes. Can you name all the candidates in the previous presidential election?: Yeah. Do you eat organic foods?: No. Have you ever had a home grown tomato?: Yes. My grandma grew tomatoes. Have you ever held a real gun?: Yes. Would you rather wear Converse or Vans?: I like both, but I’d probably go with Converse. I like having the classic black and white pair. Is there a song that reminds you of someone?: There’s a lot of those. Have you ever been called bipolar?: Yes. Do you think Facebook can be safe if you’re smart about what you post?: Yeah. That goes for anywhere online. Have you ever made fun of a handicapped person?: No. I’m handicapped myself. Do you think it’s okay to have sex before marriage?: Do what feels comfortable for you. Have you ever liked a book that you had to read for school?: Yeah, there were a few.

Do you have any mosquito bites?: No. Have you pulled an all-nighter in the last week?: Not all night, but pretty damn close. I was up a bit past 5AM a few days ago. Are there posters on your walls?: Not posters, but paintings. Do you play any video games?: I haven’t in a long time. Have you ever been called a wimp?: Yeah. I am a wimp. When was the last time you made fun of someone else?: Me and my brother playfully tease each other all the time. Have you ever been jealous?: Yes. Do you like to watch old sitcoms?: Yeah. The Golden Girls, I Love Lucy, and Roseanne are my favorites. Are there actually books on your bookshelf?: Yeah, several. Have you ever tried any kind of diet?: I’ve attempted high protein ones. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing now. Could you go out in public wearing what you are now?: I’m fine with what I’m wearing, but my hair is a mess. If asked, could you run a mile nonstop right now?: Absolutely not. Do you follow a daily routine?: Yes. My life is very routine. Do you have to plan your days out meticulously or are you spontaneous?: I’m a planner. Are you allowed to go over to the opposite sex’s house?: Uh, yeah. I’m almost 30 years old. I can’t blame the fact I’m single on my parents, ha. Do you think people’s idea of a 'date’ has changed over the years?: Yes. Have you ever given someone a friendship bracelet?: Yes. Do you wear those rubber wristbands?: I used to wear a lot of those. How does your behavior around adults differ from around friends?: I am an adult. D: Arguably. ha. If a necklace/ring gives you green marks, do you still wear it?: No. Do you have public display of affection issues, or do you not care?: I don’t mind some PDA. Joseph and I probably got a bit carried away at times, though. Whoops. How soon is too soon to kiss a boyfriend/girlfriend?: That is entirely up to you. Do you hate it when people try to pressure you into doing something?: Well, yeah. What instrument do you play, if any?: I used to play piano. I regret not keeping up with it. I wish I took it more seriously. Has anyone ever taken your breath away?: Yes. Do you like to walk around town, or would you rather take a car?: Car, definitely. I don’t have the energy to be walking around town. Does time usually pass by too fast for you?: Not in the moment. In the day to day time just seems to draaaaaaag. Then I look back and it’s like, ‘omg how is it June already??’ What’s the sweetest thing the gender of your choice could ever do for you?: Surprise me with a trip somewhere. Do you think it’s mean for people to use 'gay’ as an insult?: Yes. Is there anyone that you’d drop everything to go see?: I live with everyone I’d want to see. Have you comforted anyone lately?: No.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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