#my god i can't believe we've FINALLY arrived at this stage

[evendia]

[...] 'The Acolyte is “not just vindication but it specifically feels like a response to the Sequels along the lines of my aforementioned criticisms. It feels like Headland saying, ‘that sucked, here’s how I’d have done it’.” She continued, “Of course, if you’re a Reylo it feels like you’re finally free after being gaslit for a decade…of being told by both antis and affirmative fans alike that we were being weird, reading too much into it, projecting our own immoral fantasies, etc. it means a lot.”

This right here says it all.

[skayafair]

Ok so we've all went through some stages regarding the finale and The Great Divorce (or lack thereof) in S5.

I'm not a patron so I have no idea which turn the plot is going to take in reality, but after some insight from the others I've noticed which way would have been the most enterteining for me.

So a lot of people already noticed that Arthur probably isn't going to be pissed at John all that much. Yeah the situation isn't peachy but they had worse, and I don't even mean like "part 18 The Madness" kind of worse. Whom Arthur took his rage on was Kayne, so the "you lied" might have referred to him as well. (REALLY, THANK YOU to those who noticed that, it made the finale MUCH better for me, although it was good and fun as is.)

If Arthur IS mad at Kayne:

Why did he sound so defeated in the end? Was it an act to gain some time to figure out how to get out of this predicament? Or was he shocked to witness two of his allies die or disappear (and I think he IS worried for Noel a fair amount), maybe spiraling to "everyone around you dies" and "nothing gold can stay" as a possible future implication again?

A fun part for me would be if there is some self-blaming, too. Because after hearing the whole story it's easy to arrive to a horried realization: after Arthur's deal John was supposed to be safe, and he wasn't, therefore, Arthur failed him.

Even though getting John back with no memory was selfish (because erasing the memory would have critically affected John when he didn't have a say in it, and that's obviously messed up) and not ideal (it still put him at least with his friend instead and gave a chance to develop on his own again rather than being consumed by the King, which... yeah... I often forget how fucked up Arthur's behaviour with Yellow actually was from this POV :')), it still helped them both. They had better chances at survival together rather than on their own. It wasn't the worst outcome, Arthur didn't betray his friend. John being safe(-er) was an equally important part of the deal as Arthur not being alone. But since Kayne didn't hold his end of the bargain, John wasn't just in danger. He was in the Dark World, for indefinite amount of time. That was a complete opposite to the conditions of the deal. If Kayne didn't strike another deal with John, they wouldn't have met again, probably. John would have stayed in the DW while Arthur could still have his life and a chance at a new friendship, however sour it turned in the end. So, in a distant, inderect way it was like Arthur was betraying John while not even knowing this. Because he thought he could trust Kayne on this deal. It's not exactly logical and is rather a stretch but it's easy to leap to this conclusion, especially for someone with self-depricating tendencies like Arthur's. He's doing better but I don't think he's completely past it yet. He was failing someone dear to him without knowing, again. We know how he feels about that.

Moreover, we know how Kayne emphasises time and again how powerless John is before him, but Arthur is just as helpless. His rage at Kayne seemed to die out in a span of a few minutes, giving way to a lifeless "I'll come" after Kayne's demonstration of power. Which feels unltimately out of character and I know HG knows his characters well, so there HAS to be an explanation and I'm just... WHICH ONE GRRR I NEED TO KNOW!11 He may be furious about Kayne's actions but still not be able to do anything about this. And in my mind this relates to the talk about faith he had with John: that if he believed in God, Arthur would have had to believe all the deaths around him, as well as Faroe's, was God's plan, and he just can't agree with that. Not said but I think implied: it would have meant that some very powerful entity decided to kill or hurt a person he deeply cares about with his own hands/ignorance, and Arthur doesn't have a say in this while being the one at fault. It's the same here.

Oh, wait, this isn't even the second time it would have happened! It's the third, the second was John's doing, with Parker's death. Arthur has a streak!

So all in all, if the finale revelations don't trigger some trauma in this department that needs dealing with, I'd be a bit sad. But not much, part 40 gave A LOT of new opportunities, so I feel like a kid in a candy store anyway. I wonder which ones are going to be explored in the show, and will be waiting for the ficwriters to do their magic, too :D

[cinemastyles-backup]

Summary: Anon request - “I have a request for lights camera action. What if Harry and y/n get nominated for an award for one of their scenes and they go to the award show, win and then fuck in the bathroom or something?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi public sex, oral, unprotected sex, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

LONG HAIR HARRY This was an anonymous idea given to me on tumblr.

"Are you about ready?" Harry says walking into the room. He rounds the corner and freezes.

I slowly look over at him as I put the back of my earring on, "Yeah I'm almost ready." I smile, "I know, this dress is insane."

He nods, "Insanely good." He walks over and lightly drags his fingers over the material, "I love this on you." I turn around to face him and his hands grip my hips, "We don't have time, Mr. Styles." I tilt my head as his lips gently touch my neck.

"We can make it quick, yeah?" He argues as he pushes his growing bulge into my thigh.

"As much as I would love to, Harry. We can't be late to this." I slip out from under him, "I promise I'll make it up to you later." I wink and hold my hand out, "Now come on, we have awards to win."

Harry smirks and grabs my hand, "I'm holding you to it."

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"I can't believe we've been nominated." I look at Harry, "I never would have thought that I'd be nominated for anything like this. Let alone three awards."

He smiles and takes my hand, "You deserve it, even the directors have said that you deserve it."

"Really?"

He nods, "Oh yeah. You're phenomenal, y/n."

"Mr. Styles, we have arrived." The drive says coming to a stop.

"Just smile and hang onto me. I'll be here the whole time." Harry kisses my temple and gets out, walking around to wait for me. The driver opens the door and I swing my legs out, grabbing Harry's hand as I stand up.

"Y/N!" The photographers yell, "Harry! Harry!"

Harry smiles and waves and looks down at me, "They love you." I smile and my grip tightens on Harry's arm.

He walks with me down the red carpet, stopping for all the photo ops. His arm snakes around my waist and he pulls me closer.

"Harry, what's it's like having a partner that gives so much passion in the videos?" One person with a mic asks.

He looks down at me and back at the lady, "It's amazing, actually. The amount of love and trust that we have between us, on and off the camera I must add, is astonishing. There's nothing like it."

I smile and she looks at me, "How do you feel about being nominated for four awards?"

"Four?" I ask confused, "We've been nominated for three I thought?" She looks down at her card and shakes her head, "Y/N, you've also been nominated for Female performer of the year."

I raise my eyebrows, "I had no idea. Oh my god." I laugh slightly, "Did you know about this?" I look up at Harry and he smiles and shrugs, "Surprise!"

I slap his chest playfully, "Wow. Okay. That's amazing. I genuinely had no idea that I was in that category."

She smiles, "Best of luck to you both! Enjoy your night!"

"You as well." I smile and look up at Harry, "Jesus fuck. I had no idea." He kisses my head, "As said, you deserve it."

We make our way inside and find our table. Harry gets us drinks and we chit chat with other people from all around the states.

The lights go down and the spot light hits the stage. The host walks out and everyone claps. Harry keeps his hand on my knee the whole time.

We go through a few categories, cheering for everyone who wins, then finally, we get to the first category we're nominated for.

"The nominees for Best All Sex Video are.." the host turns towards the screen and a recording of the names plays with a selfie of each of the couples. Harry squeezes my leg when our pictures comes up.

I smile and take a deep breathe, laying my hand on his.

"And the award goes to.." he opens the dark colored envelope, "Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

"What?" I exclaim standing up. Harry gives me a hug and kiss and grabs my hand to lead me up onto the stage.

They hand me the award and I smile, "Thank you. Thank you!" We walk over to the microphone and I can feel myself shaking a little.

"Wow." Harry says looks over at me, "We just want to say thank you for allowing us to receive this award and honestly." He laughs, "The fans for watching us do what we do because of it wasn't for them, I don't think we'd be standing here." He motions for me to speak next.

I step up to the mic and take a deep breathe, "A few years ago I never saw myself at an award show, especially for one like this. I am truly grateful that I get to go to work everyday with my best friend and I'm very grateful for every person that has watched us and liked us."

"We love you y/n!" Someone in the crowd yells which causes everyone to erupt with cheers.

"Thank you." Harry leads us back to the table and we sit down. Everyone around is congratulates us and the host announces the next category.

"And the nominees for Best Film."

Again, the names display on the screen with a picture of each couple and there's Harry and I again.

I finish my drink before the hosts starts talking again and I grab Harry's hand. He gives it a squeeze and cheers me on as our names get read off again."

We walk up and I smile as Harry accepts the award, "Wow. Feels like I just sat down." The crowd laughs and Harry leans in, "Again, super super grateful for everyone out there."

"Thank you again." We walk off stage and sit down and I look over at Harry, "Is there tequila in these drinks?" He smirks and nods, "Mhm." I smirk, "You know what that does to me."

He shakes his head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I roll my eyes and keep on drinking along side Harry, listening to the host and applauding the winners.

"And now. One of the categories you've all been waiting for... can I get a drum roll please?" The crowd drums their tables and the host leans into the mic, "The nominees for Female Performer of the year are.."

I bite my lip and bounce my leg with anticipation as the screen displays me and the other women in the category.

"You're totally going to win this, babe." Harry whispers into my ear, "And when you do, I'm taking you somewhere and fucking the shit out of you."

I can feel my cheeks turning red, the tequila is setting in. I turn my head towards him, my nose brushing against his, "Please do that even if I don't win." I peck his lips and lean back into my seat.

He nods and smirks at me, "Promise."

I smile and shake my head. I grab my glass and sip my drink until the host starts speaking again, "Now without further ado.. the winner for Female Performer of the Year goes too..."

I lean forward and hold my breathe.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"Yes! Let's go!" Harry jumps up and cheers for me, "Fuck yes, I knew it!"

I stand up slowly and Harry leans in and kisses me, "I love you." I smile and kiss him again, "I love you." I make my way up to the stage and take my award. I can hear Harry's whistle above all the clapping.

Since I was sitting for so long, the alcohol hit me as soon as I started walking. I smile as I take the award and walk up to the mic, "Fuck." I cover my mouth, "Sorry. Sorry. The tequila is finally setting in."

Everyone laughs and I let out a sigh as I look at the award in my hands, "Harry." I look over at him, "Thank you for asking me to be in that video. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You have made me so much more confident in myself and I just- I love you so, so much. Along with every single fan who watched me and enjoyed every second of it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I blow a kiss and walk off the stage.

I walk over to Harry and set my award down next to the other two, "Let's go, mister." He looks at our table and smiles, "Excuse us." I grab his hand and we make our way into the small hallway.

He pins me against the wall, his lips immediately finding mine. I hands slide around his neck and I pull myself closer to him, "I need you." I whimper, "Please."

His hand searches for the door knob and he pushes us both in once the door is open. He shuts it and flips the light on.

My back gets pressed against the door and his hands slide down my legs, "You're so sexy in this dress." He pushes the dress up, exposing my leg. His lips kiss from my ankle up to my knee.

I run a hand down my body and pull my dress up, "Harry." I whine, desperate for his touch. He kisses up my thigh and stops. He leans back and looks up at me, "No panties?"

I shake my head and smirk, "Just for you."

He licks his lips, "Such a dirty girl." He leans in and lifts my leg, throw it over his shoulder. His lips find my clit and I jump at the touch, instantly moaning.

"Shh, baby." He says against my pussy, "Fuck. You're so wet already." His tongue slips between my folds and he grips my hips under my dress, pulling me closer to him.

"Fuck." I gasp arching my back off the door, "Shit." He leans back and shrugs his white floral print jacket off and tosses it away from us, "Don't want to get that dirty." He chuckles before he brings his hand up, sliding two fingers inside of me slowly.

I grip my dress tighter and my lips fall open, "Fuck. Fuck." I moan as he fingers me. His tongue works at my clit as he curls his fingers.

"I can't wait to put my cock in you." He moans leaning back. He continues to fuck me with his fingers as he watches my face twitch with pleasure.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He asks lowly? "Sure seems like it does." I nod my head and moan, "It feels so fucking good, Harry."

"Cum for me then I'll give you my cock, okay?" He starts to move his fingers faster, this lips go back to ducking my clit.

My eyes roll back at the pleasure and I grip his hair, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I moan as my leg keeping me up starts to shake, "Shit." I clench around his fingers and let out a long sigh.

He leans back as he gently sets my leg down and stands up, "That's award winning pussy right there, sweetheart." He wraps an arm around my waist, helping me keep my balance and I slide a hand down to his belt.

I slowly undo it as I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue.

"I want to taste this award winning cock." I whisper before I go down to my knees. I look up at him as I work to get his cock free from his boxers. I keep my stare on his as I lick a stripe along side it.

I take the tip of it in my mouth and suck as I swirl my tongue, causing him to shut his eyes and throw his head back. He lets out a moan and gasps as I take more of him in, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, y/n." He groans, "Shit."

"As.. as much as I love this.. this is about.. fuck.." he moans and pulls his hips back. I sit back and look up at him. He lays a finger under my chin, "This is about you." He nods for me to stand up.

I get up off my knees and he kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, the kiss getting more heated the longer we stay connected. He spins be around and bunches up my dress and lays it on my lower back.

He lines up and pushes into me. I let out a moan against the door, "Oh fuck." He grips my hips and slowly pulls out, "Fuck. You feel so good."

He thrusts back in and I move my hips back to meet his. I can feel his hand grip my dress tight, "Fuck." He grunts, "Turn around here." He steps back and spins me around to face him.

I pull my dress up and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He uses one arm to lean against the door and the other is around my back.

I kiss him and moan into his mouth as he slide back into me.

I tilt my head back and his lips find my neck, "Fuck, baby." He groans against my skin, "You're going to make me cum."

I look down at him and nod. I bite my lip and clench around him, "Harry." I gasp, "Don't stop. Please d-do-" I tighten my legs around him and arch my back against the door, letting out a loud moan.

"Look at me." I look at him and he kisses me. His grip tightens on my waist and I can feel him cum. He lays his head on my shoulder and groans, "Shit."

I let out a sigh as I come down from my high and lay a hand on his cheek, "We better get back, see what we missed." He picks his head up and smiles at me, "Congratulations, love."

"Thank you, baby." I peck his lips and he sets me down, "Let's just hope I don't leave a trail of Harry juice where ever I go."

He looks at me after he buckles his belt and laughs, "What?"

"No panties remember?" I smirk and shrug, "Aw well. Everyone is too drunk to realize." I walk over and pick up his jacket for him, "Don't wanna forget this." I help him put it back on and he smooths my dress out.

"We're making a video when we get home. I'm not done with you yet." He kisses my head and inspects my makeup before we walk back into the ceremony.

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[noodles-n-soba]

A God like dance

Scenario: Holding a ginormous feast for the people of Sumeru, you and Nilou make your appearances as the dancers. Little did you know that your devious mind had a great plan, ready to be executed on the spot.

CW: Archon quest spoilers!!~ Probably did not proofread.. again.

A/N: O MY GOD. Guys Im alive! I survived the testweek (though, the results are less pleasant for some subjects~..). I have another exam tomorrow purely for the sake of a Cambridge certificate... So basically, my life has been a mess! (Kinning all Anemo vision holders rn). However, now that I'm slowly getting back on my normal and healthy school pace, I am doing alright! Trying to crank in some fanfics too ;)

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"I can't believe the fake God was invited to the celebration party.. How come this even happen?" You looked over to your friend and fellow dancer, Nilou. "The Balladeer? Hmm, I assume it's Greater lord Kusanali's idea." You removed the fabric that covered your face, looking over to the sun that was slowly making its way into the ground. "This great heat is overwhelming.. We should quickly return to the city.. We are dancers, not adventurers." You notified discontent, wiping the pearls of sweat off your forehead. "Well, (Y/n), let's keep our hopes up. At least we've been useful for the Traveler and rest.. The plan worked out eventually!" She smiled kindly to you, making your frown reverse its ways. "I must say, I am pleased with the outcome.. But it's way too warm here. The city has some form of cool breeze." You eventually concluded, on your way to a cart being pulled forth by sumpterbeasts.

"Oh..! What are you doing?" With gracious movements you hopped on board, holding out your hand for the girl and smiled with teeth visible. "It's a lot easier, right? Sir?" You looked over your shoulder as you felt Nilou's hand intertwining with yours, pulling her aboard. "Of course, we're off to Sumeru city (Y/n) and Nilou! Hold on tight." The coachman responded excited, of course.. Your names were known all over Sumeru, the best performers of the land, your reputation was like a golden veil that fell over Sumeru. Eyes observing the desert you were slowly leaving behind, your body rocking back and forth as the cart traversed sandy roads.. You were looking forward to tonight, finally being able to meet that suspicious and human forged deity. As you slowly blinked and avoided sandy winds, Nilou and you reheard the program for tonight, the dances and the freestyle moment where both of you would do anything you like.

The sun slowly set, the theater cozily decorated with diverse decorations which made you feel at home again. Finally being able to put on your dance outfit made you feel relieved, you were wise enough to dress up into other clothes before you would smell sweaty from being tormented by such temperatures.

You finally arrived at the podium, looking around  and observed the crowd of citizens as background  music was already setting the mood. "Dear all..! Thanks for coming, we are very grateful and honored to have you among our midst..!" Nilou begun when the attention had shifting towards you two. But, who could miss the two of you, looking beautiful, colorful and gracious. Dressed with colorful patterns, the stage filled with lights and warm colors. "We hope you'll have a wonderful time here! Please, remember this day as something special!" You continued, the billion dollar smile on your faces made them all cheer and clap in excitement while Nilou and you took on your starting positions. As the music slowly made its presence in the theater, the two of you walked to each other with gentle steps, legs moving along with the beat and hands moving on to the rhythm. It almost seemed as if the entire place was sparkling like crazy, a mixture of beauty and amazing talent seemed to rain down on the people standing there.. Gaping at the two of you as you delivered an amazing dance. While dancing you finally noticed the lot standing right in the center, The Traveler, Al Haitham, Cyno, Dehya.. And this other guy who you didn't particularly knew personally. You and Nilou switched places on the stage, still dancing exactly in sync as your movements were precise and a sight for sore eyes. Calming down everyone, enchanting them and making them all gaze at you was your goal. They were supposed to forget everything, their work, their worries.. This was the final push the people of Sumeru needed according to the two of you.

Your act existed out of something simple yet complicated, you had to guess a lot.. And taking risks was what you were best at, but this mistake would probably leave you embarrassed. Nilou's solo act existed out of a dance and intertwined with her vision she would create a spectacle with a little touch of special effects. You, in fact, were trying something entirely else. This time you wouldn't use your vision, you would be completely independent from it. You would try to make him feel welcome in Sumeru.

With a smile beaming on your face you danced your way to the back of the podium, it was time for Nilou to perform what she was really good at. The lights switched onto her, finally you could observe the crowd in peace. All their eyes sparkled when they saw her, dancing around as it almost seemed as the entire building danced along with her. Her soft face expression when she made a slow turn, facing you for a second, gave you enough courage. You were going to do this correctly.. No doubt necessary! When her dance was over, she subtly gestured you to come forward while still dancing. You made your way in the spotlight again, and this time she faded into the darkness. With a few pirouettes you stood still on the stage, your breath uneven as your hands swayed around. Your eyes fell on the unknown guy, the fake God. At least, that was his alias. You were sure he was something entirely else now. You slowly stepped down the stairs and passed the crowd while keeping your body moving.. With eyes wide open they kept them on you, and with  gentle taps on their shoulders they already moved out of the way for you until you reached the group of hero's. The crowd had made a big circle around you all, a gentle smile on your face while you gazed at the guy himself, he blinked a few times without moving.. frozen on the spot. You saw Dehya poking the Traveler's side, a smirk found on her face as you took the guy's hand and pulled him along with you towards the podium. His entire face turned a bright red shade, you softly chuckled and pulled him close without making everyone realize it wasn't part of the dance. "Relax and follow my steps.." You rapidly whispered into his ear, his hand gently resting in yours as you led him across your territory. Even though Scaramouche had never danced, he seemed like an absolute professional thanks to you. Being engulfed by your radiating skills they did not realize that he took a misstep once or twice, how he almost tripped over his own feet because he forgot that he should've moved to the right.. You were there, correcting him in some kind of way.. It seemed so perfect, as if you had practiced over a hundred times with him for this moment, this night. Your eyes sparkled and so did his, even though he would rather hide it by closing his eyes. But he couldn't, if he knew that he'd get dragged on stage.. He wouldn't even be convinced by The Dendro Archon to come. Well, there he was.. In front of a great dancer and beautiful figure, he didn't even know your name yet.. And you didn't knew his. But still, you were dancing with him and leading him around, whispering what he was supposed to do with 1 word and making it clear with that only. How special you were.

Minutes seemed like seconds, how long was he staring into your eyes again? Star shapes had appeared in them, indicating your mental success for this performance. You smiled once more to Scaramouche, Nilou appearing on stage to cover him up and to give the final dance together with you. He slowly disappeared to the back without you even saying he was supposed to do so, he saw your smile, remembered your smell, felt your aura caressing his own skin.. You turned your head to the crowd again as you gave it your all for the last time tonight. Observing you up close was a great experience, forgetting how detestable he was about the idea of going to such an event, he saw you dancing.. Dancing your heart out, enchanting his mechanic heart without even doing something with him.

Panting the two of you stood in your ending positions, the crowd cheering, clapping and screaming. A performance that would stay in their minds for days, being reminded of such a great starter of the night whenever they'd hear your names or see your faces. You bowed gratefully, waiting for Nilou to say her words before the two of you would leave until you saw some movement in the corner of your eye. You realized, standing on your toes to reach Nilou's ear and whispered something. She giggled and nodded afterwards, you running towards Scaramouche who had been standing there all this time and pulled him behind the curtains.

"Hey! You're being extrmeely rude. I dont even know your name!" He hissed, you stopped running when you were in an safe place to talk peacefully.  "Sorry.. It was an impulsive idea, I know! But.. Atleast you got quite a nice introduction story.. Don't you." Awkwaraly you scratched the back of your neck, your charms didn't disappear even off stage huh? How special. "Oh, I'm (Y/n) by the way..! I think you're the.. One Lord Kusanali talked about if I'm correct? How may I call you?" You asked and looked around the place, the party was just getting started..  You didn't had too long. ".. You can call me The Wanderer, Scaramouche, The Balladeer even. Whatever your heart desires." He muttered, rummaging through some stuff you simply hummed in reply while you tried to find your hair accessories. ".. Sorry, I'm quite busy tonight.. But it was surely fun meeting you, Scaramouche." You quickly flashed him a smile again, standing still on your spot to make sure you'd have eye contact with him once more.

"I assume you'll be at the party out there?"  Scaramouche asked you, slowly walking your way.. Your sparkling presence was something he wanted to approach, to grasp in some way.. "I will.. Nilou and me had decided we'd stay till the end of course, it'll be a fun experience.. As long as I can find my stuff that is, or else I'll be incomplete.." The Wanderer's eyes slightly widened upon hearing your choice of words, incompleteness.  Wasn't he incomplete before? Wasn't he finished a month ago or so, only to be broken down by a God and built up again by his same enemy. "You seem lost in your thoughts, something bothering you?" You asked him out of nowhere, lifting up a few boxes to look under them.. Sadly enough you had no success. "Shouldn't you focus on finding whatever you're supposed to find." He shook his head and tried waving you away, you sighed deeply while placing your hands in your hips and looking around once more. "Well, I can't find it.. So I give up. But your nose scrunched *UP???*, so I wanted to ask if you're okay." You made eye contact with him once again, staring at each other in silence for a bit before you cleared your throat and walked off to another corner. "... I'm fine, you should try to keep your own problems under control." He replied after a while, crossing his arms as he shook his head. You silently chuckled, shrugging your shoulders in casualty. "You can head back already, I wont be doing anything except for searching." You eventually notified, the guy sighed deeply.

"No thanks, I think I'll stay here. I enjoy.. Some peace."

[jameui]

MOVIE DATE

PAIRING: Hwang Hyunjin x Manager!M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNING: Hyunjin being a jerk

SUMMARY: You boyfriend, Hyunjin took you out on a date to watch your favorite movie.

You sighed in exhaustion and as if the world was trying to test you, a fast running bicycle came your way causing you to jump to the side, so fast that you forgot about the takeouts you had in your hands and at a blink of an eye the neatly boxed items fell to the ground, all the food now spilled on the floor with your eyes widening in fear. "Shit!" You yelled out and tried to get back to the restaurant again, but as soon as you got there the line was already long and it'd take you ages to get to the counter to order, again.

You were at your way to your work with your phone squeezed in between your shoulder and ear as you talked to your co-manager on the other line who seemed agitated for your tardiness, while you tried to balance the foods you were made to order. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure that won't happen again." You told the male before the call was cut short when he decided to hang up all of a sudden.

Looking around, you saw a chinese restaurant that had the smallest line, so you went there and bought the food there, even though the orders of the group was not exactly what they wanted for you to buy. You just couldn't go back empty handed.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the venue of the fansign event and got there just in time before Stray Kids were called to the stage for their activity to be done, but the moment you got there you saw that the people present were already eating their food away. They noticed your presence entering the room whilst their head turned to look at you. "I... Good morning, everyone." You greeted them. 'Guess their manager got their food delivered.'

You didn't get a reply, except from the group who was more than happy to see that you had food on your hands. "Hyung! Thank God. I was starving." The group's youngest, Jeongin said as he helped you put the foods down on the table. "You're seriously a life saver."

You smiled at him giving him a muttered thanks that earned you a smile from Jeongin. Honestly speaking, Jeongin was the second best person you ever liked in the group, the first being Lee Felix since he was the only person to ever approach you on your first day since he was able to see how much you were so nervous. Felix was also one of the members who taught you korean, the other being Bang Chan. You had always knew the group back then, and now and you were damn thankful that you got the opportunity to be in their circle.

Knowing how young you were to be working for them, they treated you nicely, not because they needed to, rather cause it was in their nature to be caring. Well, at least except one person. You were the closest to Felix who treated you like his personal manager and a friend as well, going out on friendly dates with you to the park, dog cafés, just anywhere Felix would find interesting to visit.

Who's the person that seemed irritated whenever you were around you ask? Why, the one and only visual king, Hwang Hyunjin. He doesn't actually treat you bad, but the way his eyes would always turn dark or displeased when you show up in his line of sight made you feel so small and felt totally unwelcomed. That was then, apparently, since today the male looked a little too quiet and didn't even bother to look at you. Believe me or not that's actually the kindest thing he's done to you.

You would try to go to him to try and talk to him, worried by his silence. You just furrowed your brows and sighed completely aware that no matter how much you try to talk to him he won't even dare to acknowledge you being there for him.

"M/n, are you just gonna stand there? Come and eat." Chan told you, but you just politely declined his offer with the shake of your head before telling him that you had just taken your breakfast and that you were full, more and you feel like your stomach's gonna burst. "Hm, suit yourself, but I'll be leaving mine untouched, so you can eat it when you get hungry, yeah?"

"You're so kind, Chan." You gave him a smile that got Chan smiling also showing his deep dimples that you could just dive in it anytime soon.

"Hey, hey, hey! We've known each other the longest. Why do I still have to call you 'hyung' and M/n doesn't?" Jisung, one of the group's rapper, pouted with folded arms as Chan chuckled before ruffling the kid's hair that Jisung angrily shook off.

"Well, since he's not that spoiled, unlike you." Chan answered Jisung who gasped dramatically. "And he also gained my permission, so—"

"Whenever or not he's around, is he the only person that ever comes into your mind?" That all too familiar voice spoke out, all your heads turning towards the person. He scoffed and stood up with a smirk on his face, probably in disbelief that the whole group was talking to you and always thought about you. "I mean, come on. There's gotta be something else to talk about other than this... person." You felt his eyes look at you while your eyes stared at him with rising anger. "There's sports, other artists, songs, music, so many and you chose to pick him as the topic of your talk."

"Hyunjin, that is very disrespectful." Chan gritted out, but Hyunjin knew better than to listen or to even stop.

"I'm really not, hyung." Hyunjin's smirk grew wider eyeing you with a suspicious look on his eyes. An idea popped in his head as he opened his mouth to talk. "But, if you want to, I could show you how disrespectful I can get." Without any warning, he took the take-out container and bottled drink in his hand and gave you no second to react as he poured all of its contents onto your head with a loud gasp coming out of you. "There. I'll call it a masterpiece even."

"Hwang Hyunjin!" Bang Chan's voice boomed through the whole room a still smirking Hyunjin turning around to face the older male who was fuming with anger. "You—"

"Chan!" You called out to him before things got a little out of hand. For pete's sake their going to just fight because Hyunjin had made a mess of you? You were not even worth the fight. "No. I'm fine. I can just quickly change, that's all. I'll be right back and I better get no reports about you two fighting." You told the two, Chan rolling his eyes.

You got out of the room and ran as fast as you can to the nearest restroom, cleaning yourself as soon as you arrived. Times like this you would immediately bawl your eyes out, but with the constant behavior that Hyunjin showed to you, you grew used to it. Heck, you even sometimes feel that the other boys only act like they liked you being there and when you weren't, they'd stab you behind your back. "Goodness, why won't this get off."

"Need help?" A raspy voice came from the entrance of the restroom, turning your head around to see Felix leaning himself on the door frame with his arms crossed, then untangled them to let his hands rest inside his pockets and stepped inside as you smiled at him. "Do you need more tissue?"

You shook your head at him, your attention back on your stained favorite shirt wiping them clean with the tissues the place's restroom owned. "Nah, there's plenty here. Besides, I'm all dried up now." You said and showed yourself to him, Felix knitting his brows in worry.

He seeped air through his teeth and cocked his head to the side, unsure if you should be wearing that now dirty shirt when you'd be with them during the activity the whole time. "I don't think you should be wearing that."

"Why? It's my favorite sweater." You chuckled half-heartedly.

"Yeah, I know, M/n, but it's dirty. Plus, I think it gets pretty uncomfortable seeing that stain on your shirt and it gets sticky. Yeugh." Felix pretended to barf which got you laughing softly. Felix, though not trying to be funny, whatever he does it always seemed so funny to you.

"Fine, fine. I'll go change, the problem though is that I didn't bring an extra shirt with me today." You told Felix scratching your nape.

"Really? Well, I guess we have to borrow from one of the group's." Felix suggested, but your eyes grew sizes bigger upon hearing that and waved your hands.

"No way, Felix! I have already done enough damage, I can't afford to borrow a shirt from one of the members, or to you even." You told him, but it all fell on deaf ears as Felix refused to listen. "I'm just trouble, Felix. You don't have to worry about me."

Felix hummed with two fingers pinching his chin gently. "Yeah, I don't think so." He took your wrist and started to drag you back to the dressing room. "Come on, I know there's someone willing to let you borrow a shirt." You just sighed, knowing that Felix won't even dare to change his mind when he had already set them on something.

Alas, as you two got there, none of the members even had a spare shirt to let you borrow. They were very willing and even tried to look around if there was anything, but to no avail. Although, there was one last person you didn't ask. "Hyunjin. You were the cause of this mess, you let him borrow your shirt." Felix sternly told the older male who pilled his brows together.

"What?! No way! Are you telling me I'd offer to do something for that guy? No!" Hyunjin retorted making Felix growl.

Felix was so ready to throw punches at the male who didn't seem to be bothered by the situation, but you just put a hand on Felix's shoulder and assured him. "That's alright, Felix. My sweater was thick enough to not get my undershirt wet. Although, I'm grateful for your effort." You smiled at him and sighed.

Just in time, you heard a call from one of your co-manager that the group was already being requested to be at the stage right now. You gave them an encouraging smile as they all did the same. "Alright boys. It's time to go out there and meet millions of your fans."

The group all shouted, excluding Hyunjin, hurray and hurried out to get on stage, you following behind after you were able to discard your sweater, leaving you only on your black t-shirt. You shivered at the cold now that you were left with a thin clothing that wasn't appropriate for the type of weather you were having and not mention that the place was fully air-conditioned.

Your shaking was not too evident, but one of the members, Seungmin, was able to notice it. Feeling pity he made his way to Hyunjin and tried to convince him. "Jinnie, M/n's cold. Please lend him your jacket, at least. He'll get sick if he continues to get exposed to the cold."

"Better for him."

"Hyunjin, please... Besides, you're already wearing thick layers of clothes why not let M/n borrow." Seungmin reasoned out and solemnly knitted his brows to persuade the male, Hyunjin rolling his eyes at his bestfriend and huffed before taking his jacket off of him and handed it over to Seungmin who silently squeaked. "Thanks, Hyunjin." Hyunjin brushed it off with a 'whatever', the younger of the two jogging his way towards you and gave you the jacket he got from Hyunjin. "I noticed your shivering, so I want you to take this jacket and no, you can't say you can't accept it."

You nodded your head at him and took the jacket from his hands. "Thank you, Seungmin."

"My pleasure." He smiled at you with those puppy dog like smile. He skipped back to reunite with his group while you put on the jacket that Seungmin offered you. You were still in thought though how Seungmin was able to convince Hyunjin to let you borrow his jacket. You knew Hyunjin owned the jacket since he wouldn't let them go since the moment you arrived.

You noticed how the jacket was too big for you, since the sleeves of the piece of clothing only let your fingers peek out through the holes while the flaps reached further down your hips, but it totally felt cozy and smelled like... Hyunjin. How do you explain it? You don't even know where to begin. It was him. The reason why you wanted to work with Stray Kids. You didn't want to look like you were some type of stalker, but all you ever wanted was to befriend Hyunjin.

The befriending process didn't go the way you actually thought it would go. Everytime his eyes met yours or you heard his voice you'd get all flustered and so nervous that your tongue always gets tied, the words you want to tell him gets trapped inside your mouth. It all started to be just an admiration towards the slightly older male until your determination to become his friend gradually became an unknown feeling towards Hyunjin, until realizing later that you actually liked the group's rapper, despite all his bad treatment towards you.

Back to reality, you hugged yourself and took in the wonderful scent the artist gave off until one of your co-worker nudged you. "Hey, stop sniffing the clothes. You totally look like a sasaeng."

"W-what? I wasn't sniffing anything." You denied it earning an eye roll. Later, you heard the whole place bursted into shouts of joy and excitement as Stray Kids made their appearance on the stage greeting all their fans inside and outside of the place. They all took their turns taking the mic to express their happiness and gratefulness to their ocean of fans that filled up the whole place.

Soon, the group was seated at a long rectangular table that was a perfect fit letting all the members seat on their respective seats. There were chairs as well settled in front of the table with each settled across a specific member.

You were appointed to keep guard and stand behind Hyunjin, in any case of fans throwing shade at him or any forms of harm or hate towards the member who had just been caught up in a supposed bullying rumor.

The line started to form as people who were present inside the place took their turns to talk to each member and get a sign from them. So far, you could only wonder how paranoid the company was to keep you on guard of Hyunjin when all these people here are Stays and they wouldn't do such thing to throw hate to any members in the group. Right?

The line was still too long to be gone in just minutes making you sigh, hearing your tummy rumble hoping that no one heard that. You now finally regret not eating that noodles that Chan offered you, the hunger finally hitting your system as your tummy continued to grumble. You pursed your lips and forced your eyes closed while you brought your head down in embarrassment. 'Fuck... why now?'

After a short while, the line was starting to get shorter and shorter, you thanking the heavens for the fast passing by of the time. But, the moment you least expected to happen happened. You felt a harsh tap on your legs and another and another after it finally took your attention, getting a little shocked that the action was done by the person who hated you the worst. "Take it before I change my mind." He told you. You complied and bowed at him politely as he tuts his tongue. "Who would even think of going to work on an empty stomach?"

'You... poured it on me?' You thought then shrugging it off before you looked at the treat offered to you by Hyunjin. You wondered what type of bread it was and hesitated, although Hyunjin's back was facing you he was able to sense your hard time on trying to eat what he gave you.

"It's not poisoned, M/n." He whispered as he signed the album that had his photo on it, then looking up at the fan who would like to talk to him.

Their talk wasn't audible to you, but you opened the packaging of the nicely wrapped pastry and bit on it with your body facing the wall so your back was turned against the people to cover yourself while you ate. One of your co-manager did notice your unwanted behavior and stomped his way to you and took the baked good from your hands and threw it to the ground to step on it and crush it good. "What do you think you're doing, L/n?! You're being inappropriate right now." He gritted out to you with a small voice almost like a whisper so no one else would hear you two. You bowed your head subtly before a hand was placed right below your chin as you looked up at him confused. "Spit." He ordered, referring to the food you were chewing.

You nod your head and spit out the food that was in your mouth into his hand while he picked up the wasted food and left, then threw it all at a trash can. "Fuck." You sighed as you held your chest and slowly turned around to face the non-existent line, the group now interacting with their fans.

Just looking at them now, you were able to remember when you were the one who was there seated at the chairs shouting out the name of the person you would call as your bias, which is no other than Kim Seungmin. At least, when you still didn't take the job to be one of the group's manager. Usually, it would only take one manager to manage the group, but why did this group require another one? You questioned yourself. It was all unexplained to you, but all you gotta do was to just be glad that you get to be friends with the people you see as your role models.

"Hyunjin-ah! When did you start trading jackets with your manager?" The question came out as a shout that got everyone laughing, including the group. You were only able to chuckle knowing that it was Seungmin who convinced Hyunjin to let you borrow his jacket.

Hyunjin didn't get to answer the question, when another fan spoke from the crowd that got every fans' attention. "Are rumors true that you don't treat Manager L/n well?"

Chan furrowed his brows and picked up his microphone. "Where did you get this story?" He chuckled trying to make it sound that it wasn't true and just pure bluff. Chan looked at Hyunjin with the face that told Hyunjin that he should start treating you well if he didn't want the netizens to know about his treatment towards you. "Anyways, it's seriously not true."

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A few minutes later and the event was finally finished and the group was bidding their goodbyes to their fans as they started to walk backstage. You waited for them at their waiting room with a handful of bottled waters for the boys to pick up once they get inside. The door soon opened revealing the group with a tense atmosphere following them that got you so confused. "Hey—"

"Hyunjin. If word gets out about your mistreatment to M/n, that would be a serious damage to our image and to M/n as well, 'cause he's obviously in pain because of you!" Chan yelled at the trouble causing male who only rolled his eyes paying no heed to his warning.

"Atleast, I never went too far as to really hurt him physically." Hyunjin deadpanned Chan growling at his response. Your eyes flickered to Hyunjin, then to Chan not knowing what to do in this situation.

"You are seriously being a jerk right now, Hyunjin." Chan fumed in anger while Hyunjin just continued to act deaf and played on his phone. Chan, giving up, sighed and plopped down on his seat. "Ayayay."

They took turns in getting your glances as you thought of a way to calm the atmosphere. You had already been their manager for a over a year now and this was the only time that Hyunjin ever spoke up to Chan and, to top it off, with sass and without the slightest feeling of being bothered. That was the moment you felt like you had enough. You've had enough with all these things. You were tired of yourself to even think that Hyunjin would finally soften up to you and be his friend. You were wrong to even apply for this kind of job. The group wouldn't be fighting if it hadn't been for you appearing in their lives all so suddenly. "Guys... let him do as he pleases. I'll be the one to take of whatever the netizens hear."

Chan raised his eyes up at you with furrowed brows. "What do you plan on doing? Whatever it is don't do it."

You smiled and nodded. "I won't, Chan." You held up the bottles in your hands and turned on a toothy smile. "Water? Anyone?" They all sighed in relief and got their turns in picking their own bottled water, the last one not being picked up by Hyunjin, so you decided to give it to him. You brought the cold drink to his face making him flinch as he looked up at you. "Thank you for the bread, by the way." You told him and giggled. "I've already packed your jacket in your bag." You informed him and patted his back.

The once crazily terrifying atmosphere now turned into a more comfortable one, the one you always would want to see. You didn't know what got you the courage to speak or blurt out whatever you had in your mind, but you looked at Hyunjin and said: "Hyunjin, can I talk to you privately?" Thankfully, their loud voices was able to distract themselves from hearing your request to Hyunjin who sighed and nodded his head. He stood up from his seat and started to move outside of the room. You followed behind closely, feeling intimidated by the month older's tall figure. "Hyunjin..."

"Cut to the chase, M/n. I don't have much time." He told you as you nod your head in understanding and fiddled with your fingers.

"I know, you'd probably like hearing this, but could I have the permission to quit as your group's manager?" You asked him, his forehead creasing that made him pull his brows together. "I was able to notice what the group had become the moment I became your manager—"

"And do you think quitting would change it?" Hyunjin asked you with a raised brow. "If anything, it'd probably—no, it would break their hearts to know that you quitted. If you do so, you're not only quitting as a manager, but as their friend as well."

"And you're able to say that after you purposely tried to have me fired or suspended from work by offering me that bread?" You sarcastically answered, Hyunjin clearing his throat.

"Well... that wasn't my intention. I didn't even know it'd get you fired." Hyunjin replied making you chuckle.

"Yeah..." You replied with a sad smile. "But, I don't wanna be the reason why you and Chan would always fight. Stray Kids is Stray Kids because they're fun and loving, caring. And I don't want to change that by being around the group." Hyunjin never replied anymore and you sighed. "I'm heading back now." You said and as you started to walk back inside, Hyunjin spoke.

"I wish you never entered our life, at all, M/n." He told you that got your heart broken into pieces. Sure, you admitted that he never liked you even just a bit, but him saying it so bluntly to you, it's like he does really mean it and could only care less. You were about to speak when Hyunjin beat you to it. "If so, I wouldn't be able to garner these undeniable feelings I have for you."

You froze. Were you hearing right? You just cleaned your ears this morning, well you do it everyday. Is your ear trying to play with you? "W-what?"

"DAMN! WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT?!" You gasped with your mouth full of popcorn, your boyfriend, Hyunjin seated beside you at the movie theater. He smiled at you admiring how cute you looked with your shocked expression that was being illuminated by the big screen. "Jinnie! Look, they're gonna kiss! AH!!" As the two actors in the movie was about to kiss, one of the movie's cast bursted out of the door cutting the kiss and earned a few 'oh's and 'I hate you, Chan's. "Chan is such a cock blocker."

"Watch your mouth, babe." Hyunjin told you making you pout.

"It's true, though!" You retorted and Hyunjin could only laugh at your cuteness and honest opinions.

[love101imagines]

Just good friends

(sinan | imagine)

request: hey, could you write a picture with Sinan and y/n have been best friends for years, and he's been in love with her, but he never counted, with the group getting closer, he feels jealous of her with Kerem, so he takes the courage to declare. please

tags: @sinanfalls @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname

You two met when you were thirteen.

His parents were still together and he wasn't as self-deprecating as he was when the rest met him. You were friends, talking every now and then and spending some time together because you were new and didn't really know anyone.

Then his parents abandoned him and he shut himself off, becoming a mess with dark bags under his eyes and his hair sticking out in every direction. But, you were the only one who still stayed at his side, even more than the flask he always carried.

You were a breath of fresh air in the middle of the people who either pitied him or were simply annoyed by his remarks. You thought they were funny, even if you got upset whenever he got into trouble or he turned up late to school, dismissing his teacher quickly before slumping on his seat next to you and falling asleep. There wasn't much you could do, only take notes for him and empty his flask when he wasn't looking.

It didn't take long for you two to be attached to the hip, your entire day was spent on his house or yours were you two would watch TV, force him to do his homework or eat, and simply strengthening your friendship.

It was the day he almost burned down the whole auditorium everything changed.

You were leaning against a wall in the hall, waiting patiently even if everyone had already left for their houses. The last time you had seen Sinan he had been standing in the middle of the stage with a fire behind him before being taken by a teacher to an empty classroom before deciding whether he would be expelled or not.

You saw Işik, another one of your classmates, leave the teachers' room with a frown on her face. However, you didn't have time to ask her what had happened when Sinan left the room shortly after.

"How did it go?" You asked walking alongside him, ignoring the three other kids who also walked out of the room.

He only shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes. "I'm not expelled. Yet." He stated like it was obvious.

You sighed in relief, your eyes softening while you two walked out of school towards the pier. Still, your calmness didn't last for long.

"Why would you do that? I know there was a fight but you can't just burn down the whole fucking auditorium, you idiot." You scolded him, each sentence punctuated with a slap on his arm.

He grabbed your wrist to stop you from continuing to hit him, a scowl on your face for how reckless he had acted while he only took a sip of his flask.

"I can't say I'm sorry for something I didn't do." He said emotionless, waiting for you to take a seat next to him on the ferry.

He glanced at you after a few seconds while you remained silent. "Why does it affect you so much? I don't care about being expelled."

"Well, I do." You admitted still frustrated. "I don't want them to expel my best friend, what would I do without you? God."

His cheeks heated up, looking down at the ground so you wouldn't notice. Even if you had said that he was only your friend, your best friend, it still felt nice that someone cared for him.

You could only stay angry at him for a few minutes, the ferry slowing down as it reached its stop. You turned to him with a smile. "Can we buy some baklava? I waited for you and I couldn't have lunch."

He nodded, the faintest of smiles on his face as you stood up from your seat and grabbed his hand to hurry and arrive at his house on time to feed his grandpa and dog.

It all started to go downhill the next day, when you two found out Miss Burcu would be transferring schools and he would end up being expelled. Even if he didn't care, you wouldn't allow that, so you went to his house to find some kind of solution. It turned out that your other classmates, Eda, Osman, and Kerem, also wanted to avoid their expulsion, so you all started working together to set up Miss Burcu with another teacher so she would marry and stay in Istanbul.

You got closer to the group, and even if you weren't sure why, Sinan didn't seem fond of the idea. He seemed to always be bickering with Kerem, only stopping once you elbowed him so he wouldn't get into a fight, already knowing that he didn’t care but you did.

Still, it puzzled you why he acted like that only with Kerem. He didn't seem to care if you became friends with Eda and Işik, who were quick to point that out.

"So?" Eda asked the day of the rock concert, Sinan nowhere to be seen and the other boys in the line.

You handed your ticket to the guard. "So what?" You asked confused.

She rolled her eyes. "What's up with you and Sinan?"

You shrugged, Isik approaching both of you while you waited for Miss Burcu. "He's my best friend. We've been for years, he's like a brother to me." You quickly brushed it off.

"You seem more than friends, (Y/N)" Işik pointed out. "You're always together, he never snaps at you and you care about him."

You groaned, dealing with those kinds of questions almost every day at school and even from your parents. “Uf, Işik, not you too.”

"One day I literally saw you two passed out on his couch with your head on his lap and his arm around your waist, that's not something just friends do. Spare us the bullshit." Eda carried on.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to show how concerned you were starting to get when he didn't seem to show up. "I'm just really comfortable around him."

And that was the truth. Or at least, part of it. Sinan mattered too much to you to ever try to pursue anything. You didn't want to lose him and you knew he wasn't the best with his feelings, so you simply brushed it off and tried to act as normal as possible. You knew something happened to you when you were close to him, and it was a different feeling from when you were close with Kerem or other boys. A better feeling.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late, Kerem passed by my house and I already waited for you for like ten minutes.” You said, a smile on your face as you sat on a desk in front of Sinan.

It was recess, but most days he didn’t go out in the courtyard and stayed on an empty classroom to sleep or read a book in silence. You usually did the same, even if sometimes you both talked until class started.

He didn’t answer you, his eyes fixated on a page you were sure he wasn’t reading or was taking too long to turn.

“Why didn’t you pick me up today? Did something happen?” You asked taking the book out of his hands.

“No.” He answered shortly before grabbing back his book.

His answer kind of relieved you, but you still felt unsure about why he hadn’t picked you up by your house as he had done for the last three years. The only times he hadn’t was when you were sick, you got up earlier than him or he was passed out on a bench on a random park.

“Anyway.” You started trying not to focus on the tension between both of you, the only ones who were in the room. “Are we going to have lunch at my house? I don’t mind skipping gym today. God, I’m so tired, the other day Kerem was playing basketball because he was kicked out from the team which sucks and...”

“Don’t you have anything else to do?” He interrupted you.

You frowned your brows, feeling your heart drop at his words. “What’s up with you today? You’ve been weird the last few days.”

“Weren’t you too busy with the caveman to notice?” He asked sarcastically, a scowl on his face as he finally looked at you.

“Why are you such a jerk to him? He didn’t do anything to you.” You insisted hoping to get an honest answer.

When he didn’t reply, you continued. “Are you jealous?”

As you stared at him trying to decipher his expression, he shallowed before turning his gaze back to his book. “No, why would I? Don’t be stupid.”

You sighed exasperated, fed up with his snarky comments. “You always do this when I talk to you about a boy.”

He shut his book, “Why? You want us to talk about boys and braid our hair?” He asked with a dry tone glaring at you.

“I don’t want you to act like an asshole whenever I want to have a conversation with you about someone I like.” You shot back, arms crossed.

When you realized his face softened at what you had said, you thought he would apologize for behaving like a brat in the last days. Instead, he avoided your gaze and continued speaking. “You like Kerem?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Sinan?” You asked incredulously. “God, you’re so...”

You meant to say oblivious, not believing how the boy couldn’t realize that you could only have feelings for him, being by his side every time he needed it.

He scoffed. “Go with your other friends if you want to talk about your crushes so badly.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

His jaw clenched as you stood up from the desk, grabbing your bag next to his in anger before leaving it next to one of your friend’s and leaving the room.

Truth be told, your anger lowered during class, feeling a bit bad once you realized that he spent the entire lesson alone.

“What happened? Why’s he looking at you like a lost puppy?” Eda whispered to you.

You resisted the urge to turn around and see if Eda was telling the truth, so you only continued taking notes. “He’s acting like an asshole.”

She was silent for a moment before nodding, continuing with her drawing while you felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach.

Of course, you had a few fights with Sinan, but most of the time you two didn’t say anything and started talking back again after a while. The longest you had spent without talking was only one hour, but now you ignored him for the whole day.

Still, you couldn’t help a small smile on your face when you opened your door on your house to find him standing in front of you with a bag of food, possibly baklava.

“Everything’s fine now?” You asked.

He nodded, embracing you in a hug that caught you off guard, but you only stood on your tiptoes and hugged him back.

“Bit unexpected. And they say you aren’t affectionate.” You chuckled before pressing a kiss on his cheek.

You took the bag out of his hands before going towards your kitchen, not noticing how his cheeks heated up.

A few days passed and he tried his best not to snap at Kerem. The rest had already noticed the way he seemed to look at you, and even if they urged him to confess his feelings, he still felt unsure about it, feeling like he was going to fuck it up.

With the plan, you had managed to convince Burcu and Kemal to work together for the May 19 celebration, and after spinning around under the boiling sun, you left your umbrella on the ground before heading to your bag to drink water.

On the other side of the courtyard, Sinan took a gulp of his flask. It had to be now before he regretted it. After almost finishing his drink, he made his way towards you, grabbing your arm and taking you away while the rest of the students glanced at both of you curiously.

“What the fuck?” You asked confused once he stopped.

You were in the back of the school, the place were you had reunited with the rest for the last days, but now you were alone.

“I’m sorry for dragging you here.” He started, feeling his hands shaking before leaving them in his pockets. “But I needed to tell you something.”

You nodded, waiting expectantly for him to continue while you leaned against the wall.

“You’re making me nervous, come on. You can tell me anything.” You added, your hand going to his to try to calm him a bit.

He took a deep breath before staring at the ground. “I love you.”

You smiled. “Aw, I love you too, Sinan. You already know that.” You said like it was obvious, your voice trailing off once he sighed and looked at you in your eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked confused, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand.

“Because I am in love with you, (Y/N).”

You dropped his hand in shock by how serious he seemed to be, finally understanding his words. Before he could regret it, in one swift motion he placed his hands on your cheeks and smashed his lips against yours.

Your head felt dizzy with all the emotions you were going through. You wanted to continue like that for hours, but after a few seconds, he pulled away to allow for both of you to catch your breaths.

You leaned your forehead against him, your lips forming into a smile. “I love you too. More than a friend.”

[beetles-and-rock]

Remembering The Roadhouse Part 4

Hey guys sorry this one took so long, but since I saw it as an important chapter I wanted to give it the time it deserved.

Also a disclaimer, I have tried posting this story part once, so if it comes up twice, that's my bad. I appear to be having technical difficulties.

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The sound of the alarm going off made Dewey hurt all over, but there was no time left to rest. He had to get to the school. He stood, and his head throbbed, his stomach hurt with a mix of hunger and nausea. Every part of him ached, and he was absolutely exhausted.

His weekend had only gotten worse. He'd gotten sick after getting off the phone with Rosalie the night before last. Still, he continued to work on the song he was writing for her until he finally finished it well into the next day. Ned had found him in a pile of wadded up paper balls with very dark circles under his eyes and, became even more concerned when it seemed he had no appetite.

"Try to get some rest.“ Ned told him.

He did try, but the doubt swimming around his head, and the pain everywhere else kept him from falling asleep. It wasn't until a few hours ago that he finally managed nap a little. Since music coaching wasn't until after the kids' daily classes, Dewey had a little more time to rest. Still what little sleep he got wasn't enough to make up for the last two restless nights.

Dewey wanted to turn around and crawl back under his warm comforter so badly, but he knew that if he wanted the kids to learn the song he'd written for Rosalie, he was going to have to have them practice it now. They only had three days. He fought the sleepiness and achiness, and got dressed. Since he was still so nauseated, he decided not to eat anything. He dragged himself to the school.

After nearly falling asleep at the wheel several times, he arrived at the school and went straight to work setting everything up as he usually did. Once finished, he walked over to the desk and leaned against it waiting for his students to arrive.

"Mr. Finn, I wanted to talk to you about the Battle-“ Summer paused as soon as she looked up at him. "Mr. Finn are you feeling okay?"

Dewey didn't answer. Mostly because he didn't realize she was there. He was leaning so far onto the desk, he was practically laying on it. Though his eyes were open, he was staring past her, unaware that she had even spoken. That was until she snapped her fingers in front of him making him jump.

"Oh! Summer! How long have you been standing there?" He asked.

"Mr. Finn are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah! Perfectly fine!“

"Are you sure? You look pale, and tired. And you have dark circles under your eyes. Should we cancel practice?"

"No way! I'll be fine, we just gotta get this thing going. Is everybody ready?“

Summer continued to look at him unconvinced. "Yes."

Dewey looked around at all his students, seeing that they had their instruments out, and were ready to start practice.

"H-Hey Guys." That sounded weaker than he wanted. He cleared his throat. "Sorry... Hey Guys!“ He said much more confidently. “Friday night is the big night! The night we get on that stage, and once again show em' what we're made of!"

The band cheered all around him, causing his energy to suddenly spike. That is until he looked at the papers in his hand.

"But today, I wanted to start off with something a little different. Now, our focus is still on Battle of the Bands, but I... kinda... wrote a little something special... for Ros -uh- Mrs. Mullins." He scratched the back of his neck hearing a few of the girls squeal at his announcement.

"I was kinda hoping we could play it for her... on a little date I had planned Thursday."

"Thursday!?" Summer exclaimed.

"I know it's the night before the battle, but it's an anniversary... sort of." Dewey explained.

"An anniversary of what?" Summer asked.

"Um..."

"Oh my God! Did you hook up with her? Is that how we got permission last year?"

"NO! no no no no no... It wasn't anything like that. We bonded I guess, but it was over music! Not anything... like the other..." He trailed off into awkwardness.

"Alright well, show us the song!" Zack requested breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Right!" Dewey answered. He looked at the papers, and studied the lyrics growing anxious again.

"Mr. Finn, is everything alright?" Tamika asked.

After looking at the papers a moment more, Dewey sighed with a mix of frustration, dissapointment, and exhaustion.

"Nevermind guys... This song is garbage." He goes to tear the papers.

"MR. FINN! NO!" Tamika screamed. Dewey was so caught off guard, he could do nothing when Freddie snatched them out of his hands, and passed them to Summer.

She walked as she read them, and the paused.

"Mr. Finn, this is incredibly sweet. You can't tear this up." She said. The other students gathered around to look at it.

"Well that line's pretty cheesy." Feddie snickered looking at the lyrics. Katie bowed him in the side, and Dewey gave a little sideways smile as if to thank her.

"What do you think, guys? Should we do this?" Summer asked.

A chorus of "yeah" and "yes" erupted from the kids around her. Summer turned to Dewey.

"You've got your entertainment, Mr. Finn. Now, where will you be taking her?“

Dewey's eyes widened. “Um.... where?"

"You don't have a place in mind, do you?“ Summer asked seeming more unsurprised than he'd like her to have been.

"Well... no, I haven't really gotten to that point yet..." Dewey answered.

"What are you going to wear?“ Billy asked.

"Um....“

"Please tell me you've got other clothes than what you've been wearing the past year in your closet."

"Well...“

Billy rolled his eyes. "Oh no. There's no way you're wearing any of those tacky excuses for outfits Thursday night. I'll work on something for you.“

The thought of wearing one of Billy's "creative" outfits in front of Rosalie was a nightmare.

"Thanks Billy, but you really dont have-“

"Mr. Finn, are you going to propose?“ Shanell asked, distracting him from Billy. He was completely caught off guard.

"Well... I mean, we've only been dating a few months." Dewey stammered

"No way! Dewey probably can't afford the ring." Freddie cut in.

"I have the ring!“ Dewey blurted out a bit frustratedly. He realized quickly that that was a big mistake. Every eye was on him now, and there a warmth spread vigorously across his cheeks. He just stood there frozen, looking at them all.

"Are you going to propose then?“ Shenell inquired almost squealing.

"I-I didn't say that... Guys, we've only been going out a few months, and I don't even know that this relationship is going to last... I mean I'd like to believe she would want to... marry me...." He looked down at his hands as his fingers fidgeted. "But I just don't know that it's realistic right now..." He looked back up at them. "Regardless I want Thursday night to be special... very special... for her."

"Then we've got your back Mr. Finn." Summer announced with a smile.

Dewey's gaze cut to her in surprise.

"We'll handle the location, the food, and of course the music. You two just have a good time."

"What?“ Dewey stammered.

"Yeah!" Katie cut in. "If we can put together performances, we can definitely handle a date!"

"Guys, I'm only asking for you to perform." Dewey was getting a little overwhelmed now.

"Kind of hard to perform with no location." Summer pointed out with her arms crossed.

Dewey tried to say something, but realized he couldn't argue. She had a point.

"Y-you guys really want to do this?“ He asked.

"Of course we do, Mr. Finn." Tamika replied with a smile. The other students nodded and voiced their agreement.

Dewey felt a happiness and pride in the kids that they had given him mqny times before. It once again made him happy they were his. His excitement was renewed and his energy rising.

"Alright! Let's start with the song!" Dewey passed around the sheet music.

A few minutes later those familiar chords sounded throughout the room, and Dewey became more enthusiastic as he sang the lyrics. His opinion about song had completely changed it was perfect and perfectly Rosalie.

When they finished they moved onto their song for Battle of the Bands. Dewey had completely forgotten about his previous exhaustion. He laughed, and danced around playing his guitar even doing a short impromptu duel with Zack. Everyone was working hard, but having fun with it, and in Dewey's mind, they couldn't be playing more perfectly.

Six O'clock came way too soon. The students packed up their things, and began to leave. Dewey waved goodbye to them. Now that practice had ended though, he started feeling rough again. The exhaustion was setting in fast as he watched his students leave. There were only two left, along with their parents, in the room when he turned to grab his bag. Everything started to go dark. He panted and bent over.

"Mr. Finn?“ He heard Summer call his name, but it sounded far away now. He fell to the ground, and a sharp pain shot up his shoulder. The last thing he saw was Summer running toward him, and looking very concerned just before everything went black.

[imaginedilestrade]

65 million years in the making.

A/N: Second fic of the '90's marathon' week! I think this one is pretty self explanitory 😉

"I think we have hit the jackpot with his fossil!" You ecstatically squeaked as you carefully brushed away dust and dirt from a dinosaur skeleton.

Even though you couldn't see him, you felt Greg crouch next to you "I can't believe how intact it is. This is probably the best excavation I've ever been on." Greg stood back up and stretched out his legs, he helped you up too.

"I'm going to check how good the new tech is at scanning for bones," you smiled and walked off, Greg couldn't help but stare as you sauntered away.

He let out a long sigh but it was cut short when his face scrunched with confusion when he heard helicopter blades cut through the air. "Cover up the site!" He yelled and everyone frantically covered up the exposed bones. Greg was getting covered in dust as he approached the helicopter, telling the pilot to move but the pilot pointed in the direction of the camper.

Greg stormed towards it and burst open the door finding someone in the fridge "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The man turned around and popped a bottle of champagne "We were saving that!"

"For today!" The man with white hair and a white, wiry beard smiled.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Greg angrily pointed at him.

"John Hammond and I'm finally delighted to meet you in person Doctor Lestrade!" Hammond shook Greg's finger and blew the excess duct on his hands away. He walked to the sink to find some glasses, leaving Greg in a shocked state. "I see my fifty thousand a year has been well spent!"

"Okay who's the idiot?!" You stormed into the camper, ready to unleash your wrath.

"Uh this is paleobotanist Doctor Y/L/N," Greg introduced you "Y/N, this is Mr Hammond..." Greg glared at you and you gulped, realising you had just insulted your biggest donor.

"I...uh...did say idiot?" You nervously chuckled and shook his hand. He offered you a drink and explained why he was at the site. He told you both that he had built a park, that he needed you and Greg to endorse the park to get the approval to open it. "Why would they need our opinions?" You asked with an unsure smile.

"Yeah," Greg added "What kind of park is this?"

"I assure you," Hammond smiled "It's right up your alley! Why don't you both come down at the weekend?" You and Greg opened your mouth to argue against going. You had just uncovered an excellent fossil and the timing was very awkward "I'd compensate your dig..." Hammond proposed "For another three years."

You looked up to Greg, both clinking your glasses together before he wrapped his arms around you and spun you on the spot, both of you screeching with happiness.

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A few days later you found yourself being squished into a helicopter with Greg and Hammond and a few others. Hammond's lawyer and another doctor who happily introduced himself to you with a smouldering smile. "Ian Malcom, I'm a chaos theorist, mainly finding attraction in things but I'm sure you'd know all about attraction, right? Miss..."

You shook his head with a smirk, not letting him phase you with his flirtatiousness "Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." He raised a brow, impressed by your quick wit. He sat back and made himself comfortable just as the helicopter approached the island. It dipped a little and you gripped onto Greg's arm, forgetting to pull away even after the helicopter landed "Sorry..." you uttered with an apologetic smile noticing the red mark on Greg's arm.

"It's fine," he nervously smiled. The two of you, along with doctor Malcom, made your way to the car while Hammond and his lawyer followed in the car behind.

You drove passed a plant and gasped, quickly stretching your arm out to pull off a leaf "Greg...this..." you placed your free hand on your head "This plant sh-shouldn't be here! It hasn't been around since the cretaceous period!"

Out of the corner of his eye get spotted something moving. He turned his head slightly and his jaw dropped, he shakily took off his glasses and stood up. He couldn't hear a word you were saying. Greg tapped on your head "Wha-" he turned your head with his hand and you mirrored his facial expression. "O-oh my god..." the sight before you took your breath away.

A dinosaur.

At first you and Greg thought you were dreaming. You stumbled out the car and walked closer to the Brachiosaurus. Hammond approached the both of you with a proud smile. In the distance Greg spotted a heard of two other species in the distance and fell to the grass, completely taken aback "H-how did you do this?" Greg whispered.

Hammond replied "I'll show you."

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You sat through a show explaining how Hammond created the dinosaurs, you caught a glimpse into the lab but you wanted to see more. You, Greg and Ian pushed up the bars on the seat and escaped the little informative ride and headed to the lab.

You gasped "Look!" You pointed over to a egg that was moving. It began to hatch "Is that...a velociraptor?" You raised a brow and noticed the uneasy look Greg was giving you before being handed the minute old dinosaur.

"Yes," Hammond nodded "We have many species in the park. Their life starts here if the lab, we have an embryo cold store just over there." He pointed over to the locked lab "Our scientists then fertilise the eggs, eventually creating life."

"It must be difficult when they get out in the wild," Ian spoke up "You have no control over their breeding."

"What do you mean?" A scientist, Dr Henry Wu, spoke up.

"Well surely they...yanno...procreate..." he made a vague gesture with his hands.

"They can't, all the dinosaurs are female. We've engineered them that way. We deny the chromosome at a certain stage of development that would produce male dinosaurs." Dr Henry explained.

You looked away from the dinosaur for a moment "You deny them?"

Ian couldn't help but smirk as he shook his head "Surely they find away around this. If life has taught us anything it's that life cannot be contained. Life always goes on."

Dr Henry smirked "Are you implying that a group of all female dinosaurs will reproduce?"

Ian shrugged "No, what I'm saying is life uh...finds a way."

You pondered over his words while having lunch, you wondered if this park was a good idea and Greg knew what you were thinking. He could tell by the look on your face. This park was simultaneously ahead of its time and out of time.

When Hammond's grandchildren, Timmy and Lex, arrived, you all went on a tour around the park. Greg was being pestered by them both. Timmy especially kept asking Greg a question one after the other, not giving him a chance to answer which made you laugh. You shared a car with Greg and Ian, you were in the front and the two boys were in the back.

The cars were driverless and they took you through a set of huge gates "What have they got in here?" Ian snorted "King Kong?"

You smirked and shook your head just as you arrived at the first paddock but you couldn't see any of the dinosaurs. You knew Greg was more disappointed than you, he was desperate to see one. You then approached the T. Rex paddock but again, saw nothing. They even attempted to lure it closer with a goat. Greg sighed "It doesn't want fed it wants to hunt!" He flopped his hands before placing them on the top of your seat with a small thud.

You sent him a small smile and placed your hand on top of his for a moment before pulling away with your heart pounding in your chest, like it had been revived by the spark you felt when his skin came into contact with yours. You looked back out the window before Ian opened his mouth "God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs." His brows furrowed with every word.

You smirked "Dinosaur eats man. Women inherits the earth."

The two men looked at you before glancing one another. The tour eventually continued and Ian...enlightened...you about what he actually did. "Show me that glass of water, I'm gonna do a little experiment with you right now." He took your hand and dipped his finger in the water before placing the drop of water on the tip of his finger on your hand.

He wiped away the drop of water after it trickled down your hand and forearm and an did the same thing again. Before he did, he asked you this time what way it would go, you told him to the left of you hand, the same way as before but it didn't. He then went on to explain about different variations in your hand and unpredictability. He mentioned the word 'unpredictable' just as Greg jumped out the car.

"Greg?" You jumped out after him and everyone followed suit. When you followed him to where he was going, you couldn't believe your eyes. A Triceratops.

Tears blurred your vision and you let a small sob of a laugh, completely and utterly overwhelmed by the animal. You kneeled down and placed your hand on it, tracing your fingers over its rough skin. Greg was in awe, he couldn't help but rest himself in the animal and listen to its heartbeat.

"What's the matter with it?" You asked the doctor who was on sight with the dinosaur.

"We aren't quite sure, that's what we are trying to establish."

Your eyes softened as you stroked its face, completely unfazed by the loud rumbles of thunder you had just heard. "I think we should get back to the car..." Hammond's lawyer announced and looked up.

"You guys go ahead," you looked up to everyone "I'm going to stay here for a little bit."

"You sure? Greg asked, staying put while everyone walked off.

"Yeah," you nodded and stood up "I'll catch up with you later." You placed a hand on his chest "Enjoy the rest of the tour, and don't get eaten!" You joked.

"The same thing applies to you!" Greg laughed died down as he gazed into your eyes "I'll see you later." You watched as he walked off and went back into the car just as the sky began to darken, momentarily lighting up from a flash of lightning.

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When you had arrived back at the visitor centre your worst fears had set in "What's going on? What's happening?" You burst into the control room.

"We've lost all communications with them because of the storm!" Hammond explained. You walked up to the computers and saw the flashing warning signs. All the power was cut off. "The last known location of them was at the Tyrannosaurus paddock." You swallowed thickly, your heart felt like it was going to burst, break and shrivel up all at the same time. "My grandchildren, you have to get them!" Hammond pleaded with his expert wrangler, Robert Muldoon.

He nodded and grabbed his hat "I'm going with him!" You announced and didn't wait for protesting voices, grabbing a jacket on the way to the car. You couldn't shake the horrendous feeling in the pit of your stomach. What if Greg was dead? What if he was killed and you didn't have the chance to tell him how you really felt? You shook away those thoughts and fears. You couldn't think like that. You had to stay positive. Although that was becoming increasingly harder to do as you approached the T. Rex paddock and noticed all the wires keeping the thing in were gone.

You looked around for any sign of Greg but there was nothing. Under some leaves you heard a groan and found a badly hurt Ian. "Ian? Ian!" You tapped his face.

"Remind me to thank Hammond for a lovely weekend..." he sarcastically retorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was sure to be back to his normal self in no time.

"Is here any chance we can move him?" You asked Robert.

In the distance you heard the spine chilling roar of the T.Rex and suddenly Ian sat up "There's a chance." You and Robert supported either side of him and took him to the car, placing in in the back of the open jeep before you jogged a few yards to look for Greg again, there was every chance he could be in the same situation as you found Ian in. You heard the same roar, it sounded closer than before. "Y/N, we have got to go!" Robert called you back. You let out a small, disappointed gruff before noticing the other car.

You hurried towards it and called out Greg's name but there was no sign of him or Hammond's grandchildren. You moved your flashlight around and noticed three sets of footprints. They were alive. You let out a massive sigh of relief and your whole body eased for a moment before tensing when you heard your name being shrieked. You ran back to the car and rejoined Ian and Robert, you were just in it when out of the trees emerged the T. Rex.

You turned around, which was a stupid move on your part, you wished you hadn't, and screamed. "Shit! Go faster!" You slapped Roberts arm "Go faster!"

Ian fell back on you as the dinosaur nudged the jeep with its head, both of you screaming just as loud as the roar coming from the T. Rex. Eventually it slowed and Robert managed to dive off with everyone still in one piece. When you got back to the visitor centre you gave Ian a shot of morphine to ease his pain "The last I saw Greg and the kids were okay, he never stopped talking about you when you stayed behind with that Triceratops yanno."

You sent him a thin smile before raising his leg slightly and leaving him to rest. You joined Hammond in the dining area where he was surrounded with ice cream. "They were all melting," he weakly chuckled before letting out a sigh "This has been a disaster." You agreed with him, the park was amazing at first but now it was nothing short of a nightmare. "I just wanted to give everyone a real experience, no illusions. I wanted to do something that had never been attempted before."

"Isn't this just an illusion? It was just a wild dream!" You unintentionally snapped "People have died. You cannot attempt to bring back the past!"

Hammond huffed "And now I'm paying the price."

You grabbed a spoon and had a mouthful of ice cream as you thought of Greg "We both are."

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Greg climbed over fallen tree trunks and helped Timmy and Lex over the ones that were a little too high for them. That was when he spotted eggs. "Malcom was right," Greg tiredly rubbed his face "Some species of frog can change sex in environments where there are overwhelming amount of creatures of the same sex. They used frog DNA to complete the gene code. Life found a way."

Greg and the two kids then delved deeper into the forest, trying to find their way back to the compound.

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Mr Arnold, a technician at the park who was trapped with you and the others, shut down all the systems and tried turning them back on again. The computers had rebooted but everything else, including all the lights, were still off.

"I'll go over to the maintenance shed and turn it on manually from there. That should reset the circuit breaker. I can have the power on in three minutes." Mr Arnold spoke up.

"Well until you get back, I suggest we all go into the emergency bunker. Just to be safe." Hammond lead you all off while Mr Arnold when in the opposite direction, outside.

Twenty minutes later, you were still waiting "Something's wrong..."

"Y/N's right," Ian spoke up from where he was resting on the table.

Hammond scoffed "Delays happen! Did you know the opening of Disneyland was delayed? Everything broke down!"

"Yeah but when the Pirates of the Caribbean ride breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists!" Ian snapped before wincing from the pain in his leg.

You were pacing about "I-I have to do something. I have to go over. I can't take it anymore!"

"It's not just a nice stroll down the road," Robert warned before getting a gun and loading it "I'm going with you."

You grabbed a walkie-talkie, one for you and one for Hammond who was looking over the blueprints "This isn't going to be like turning on your lights in the house but I think I can walk you through it." You sent him a nervous smile "It should really be me that's going."

"Why?" You asked with a furrowed eyebrow.

"Well I'm a...and you're a...." he trailed off.

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed "Look, we can discuss sexism in survival situations when I get back." You glared at him before leaving with Robert. When you got outside, you felt incredibly uneasy, like there was something constantly watching you. Approaching the bushes, you climbed over trees and let out a small breath of relief seeing the shed up ahead. "We can make it if we run..." you told Robert who was frozen on the spot.

"We can't," he whispered, you asked him why "Because we're being hunted..." your whole body tensed and you looked about, it felt like everything in the trees and bushes was moving. "You run towards he shed. I've got her. Go! Now!" You ran as fast as your legs could take you, jumping over logs and swinging over them until you reached the shed and slammed the door shut. You tried to catch your breath as you put on your torch.

"Okay," you spoke to Hammond and Ian "I'm in." They led you through to the main power box and you switched on all the buttons. One by one, the lights came on "I think we're back in busi-ahhhhhh!" Your scream burst from your chest seeing a velociraptor come through the wires. You ran out and closed the cage door behind you but the raptor lunged towards you and nocked you down. You were quick to act and used your feet to shut over the door, the raptors roar mixing with your scream. You couldn't even hear Ian and Hammond shouting, asking what was happening. You stumbled back towards the wall and screamed again feeling something heavy on your shoulder, glancing down you noticed it was Mr Arnold. Letting out a sigh of relief you taped his hand...before it and his arm fell on you. Letting out a strained scream you pushed away the body part and ran out of the shed, crashing your back against the door and tiredly sobbing against the door. You knew you could hang about and hurried back to the complex.

As you stumbled up the small hill you heard your name being called out. Your eyes squeezed shut, wondering if it was just a dream.

It wasn't.

You spotted his hat first and then almost burst into tears seeing him standing in front of you and apart from a few cuts and bruises, he seemed okay. "Y/N!" Greg's whole face lit up with a smile. You ran towards him, he held his arms out to hug you but you had other ideas and took him completely by surprise when you crashed your lips against his. It was quick, you didn't really have the time. "Let's continue that later," Greg smirked before it fell hearing the call of the raptors.

He grabbed your hand and took you back into the compound where you got Lex and Timmy. You were about to run outside but we're cornered by four raptors. Your hand found Greg's and held it tightly, Greg could feel your heart racing under your skin. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the T. Rex burst though the brick wall. The raptors who were now distracted by the larger dinosaur, meant you had the chance to run for it. The four of you raced to the car Hammond was driving with Ian in the back. Hammond had called in for a helicopter which was waiting in the same area it dropped you off. When you were up in the air, you could finally calm down and breathe. "Perhaps instead of a wild weekend, you two should take a romantic one..." Ian teased and glanced between both you and Greg "Although, after spending the last few days with Y/N, I think you'd be in for a wild weekend anyway Greg!" You nudged his side causing the chaos theorist to flinch. Greg rolled his eyes with a smirk at the comment.

"Got to admit Y/N," Greg spoke up, being careful not to wake a sleeping Lex and Timmy "I thought I would turn into a fossil first before that happened back there."

Ian sat up a little straighter "What? What happened? What did I miss?!"

You smirked and leaned over slightly to Greg, cupping the back of his neck and passionately kissing him for a few seconds before turning to Ian who was gaping.

"That..." you proudly smiled "Even if it did feel like it took 65 million years to finally happen."

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