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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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A Nightmare In A Dream (Part 4)

Summary: Six months after reuniting with the Winchesters and her brother, things are going good for the reader. She and Dean are happily together and occasionally stay with her brother, Matty, and Sam, who has been getting him used to normal life. Life appears to be heading in a good direction when the past has a way of creeping up again and dropping a bombshell on them all...

Pairing: Serial Killer!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Square: AU!Dean

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: mature (language, angst, death/murder, drugging/kidnapping, family drama)

A/N #1: This is a spin off of A Dream In A Nightmare and takes place ~6 months later. It’s recommended that fic is read prior to this one...

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“Rise and shine boys,” you said with a yawn when you parked next to Sam’s truck around seven in the morning. Dean stirred in his seat, Dylan cracking his neck. He took off the shirt over his face and rubbed his eyes, blinking wearily a few times. The three of you got out, Sam stepping out onto the porch with a gun by his side.

“You guys in one piece?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re good,” said Dean. Sam walked over and gave Dean and you each a hug before turning his gaze on Dylan.

“You sure he’s not playing us?” asked Sam.

“We’re pretty-”

“Maggie, stop!” said Matty from inside as a giant blur of fur came rushing outside. The dog sat down and looked up at you, wagging her tail. Matty popped out and threw his head back. “Good girl.”

“Uh, Matty,” said Sam, Matty already pausing as he walked over to get the dog. He stared at Dylan, getting a small smile in return.

“Hey, rascal,” said Dylan. Dylan looked surprised when Matty ran over and hugged him tight. “Hey. It’s alright.”

“I thought…” he said with a shaky breath. He was crying and you squeezed your eyes shut. God, if Dylan was lying to you, it would destroy Matthew. When you opened them Dean was nudging your side.

“Look at Dylan,” he mumbled in your ear. It took a moment to realize that the loud crying wasn’t coming from Matty. Dylan had his head buried in your little brother’s shoulder, his back heaving. “When’s the last time he got a hug you think?”

“Eighteen years old,” you said.

“I’m okay, Matty,” said Dylan, wiping his face off. “I’m just really happy to see you.”

“Are you gonna stay? Dylan can stay right?” he asked, looking over at the three of you. You nodded and they both smiled. “Oh! This is my dog, Maggie. I just got her. She’s really good at tricks. Remember we were gonna get one?”

“I remember,” said Dylan, giving her a few pets. “You’ll have to show me later. We had a long night.”

“Why don’t you head back to bed, Matty? It’s still early,” said Sam.

“Okay. You guys gonna be here when I wake up?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’ll be here,” you said. “You’re making breakfast later, alright?”

“Alright,” he said. He headed inside with the dog and shut the door the four of you going up to the chairs on the front porch.

“Still want to hurt him?” you asked. Dylan shook his head and took a deep breath. “He doesn’t ever need to know what you said.”

“Thank you,” he said. “He seems good.”

“He is,” you said. “Before I fall asleep, can we go over this?”

“Sammy, like we texted on the way up, Dylan has some information about Lewis, about what happened when we were kids,” said Dean.

“I looked into some stuff last night while you guys were driving,” said Sam. “Dylan, you can tell your piece first.”

“Lewis is a grade A piece of shit,” said Dylan. “We can all agree on that. But he was pushed into becoming one. Or should I say, he gave into being one due to circumstance. You knew Lewis as your neighbor, right? Younger guy with a lot of money, parents recently died?”

“Yeah,” said Dean, sitting back in his chair.

“All that is true. What you didn’t know is that Lewis was married. He had a daughter too. The parents, along with Lewis’ wife and daughter, all died in a car accident,” said Dylan.

“I mean, that’s sad and explains where the money came from but-” said Dean, Dylan shaking his head.

“Lewis earned some of his fortune through his parents passing, that part is true. But he made a lot of it another way. Working at Winchester Corp. Junior Vice President, reporting directly to John Winchester,” said Dylan.

“No Lewis ever was a member of the corporate board,” said Sam.

“Because Lewis isn’t his real name. He bought a new identity for himself. He changed his appearance, dyed his hair, lost weight. By the time your family met Lewis, John Winchester had no idea he was actually speaking to his former employee.”

“Who was he?” you asked. “Lewis.”

“He was Jim Hockley,” said Dylan.

“Wasn’t that the guy that drove drunk and killed his family?” said Sam.

“You did your research, Sam. Yes, that’s what every paper, media outlet, even police report said. Except Jim was never in that car. John Winchester was. He got drunk at a corporate family party but you boys know your father. He could fool the best of them,” said Dylan.

“Dad didn’t have a drinking problem,” said Sam. Dean sighed and closed his eyes. “Not back then. After the attack, yeah, he did but-”

“Sammy, dad had problems. You were little but mom and dad fought about it. He pushed her once. I saw and pushed back. I never broke my two fingers on the swing set,” said Dean. “We just said that. It was a one time thing though and as soon as he realized he’d grabbed me too hard…”

“So dad was a drunk,” said Sam, scratching his head.

“Yes, he was,” said Dylan. “Jim left this party to go do some work up in the office for a few hours. John took it upon himself to drive Jim’s company car and take his family home. He ended up driving straight into a pole. John in his inebriated state was fine. Jim’s parents and wife were killed on impact. The daughter, due to her grandparents protecting her in a split second, didn’t die. John sobered up quickly, the daughter crawled out the back, and in that moment, John realized his life was about to be over if there was a witness. So he grabbed a shard of broken glass and stabbed the only witness. John quickly got out of there, made his way back to the company, cleaned himself up and went back to the party. Twenty minutes later police came and arrested Jim on a slew of charges. He was drinking at the party too so he was easily over the legal limit. Jim didn’t understand any of this until his lawyer provided an autopsy report on his daughter. There was an inconsistency and Jim put it all together. He confronted John while out on bail and he all but admitted it. John had no remorse. Jim knew he couldn’t win the court case so he ran. He ran, changed his name, and set out to destroy John’s life. One child for another except Jim wasn’t going to be satisfied with just that. He wanted John to suffer and making his child suffer for the rest of their life seemed like a good compromise. It’s never been about you Dean. You were unlucky was all, just like Y/N was.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Sam, Jim’s family. Look up a picture on your phone for me,” said Dylan. You turned your head, Sam going still after a moment. “Yeah. I know.”

“Y/N, you look just like her, the daughter,” said Sam, spinning the phone around. At first glance you would have thought that was you in the photo on the screen.

“He saw us out to dinner one night he said. It’s when his little plan all came together,” said Dylan.

“But last night, you said the stuff about the FBI and my dad hating Y/N,” said Dean.

“Dean, your father made so many of his millions running drug through the company. He traded that information for witness protection for him and Sam. You though, you your father made a deal with Lewis that day he attacked your family. He’d let Lewis have you if he left Sam alone. So you stayed out, on your own, the FBI gave protection for the information and by the time you took over the company again, the company was clean of any past indiscretions. You would have never known. The FBI never gave two shits about Lewis. As far as they were concerned, your family was attacked because of a drug deal gone wrong,” said Dylan.

“What about the hating me part?” you asked.

“Well...Lewis didn’t happen upon our family on his own. John saw us first, right after Lewis confronted him. He offered to tell Lewis who we were so he could have his daughter back if he left the Winchesters alone. Lewis came up with a different plan.”

“So you’re saying our dad killed Lewis’ parents, his wife, murdered a little girl who he could have saved, offered me to Lewis and offered up Y/N too all to save his own ass?” asked Dean.

“Unfortunately, yes,” said Dylan.

“Telling stories without permission?” said Lewis from out of nowhere. You jumped as he walked around the corner of the cabin, a large gun in his hand. “No one move.”

“I swear,” said Dylan, staring at you. “I didn’t-”

“Oh, I put a tracker in your back years ago,” said Lewis. “Wasn’t your fault. Sounds like the kiddos know the full story now. Here’s how this goes. Dean-”

“Shut the fuck up,” said Dean. He stood up and stepped down onto the grass, the rest of you following after. “Just shut the fuck up. I am sorry your family died you waste of human space, I am. No matter who you are and what you’ve done to all of us, they didn’t deserve that and especially a child. But we were kids too. All of us and Matty. You killed our moms. You killed their dad. You hurt all of us. You already got your fucking revenge. You have a problem with John, then fine but that is his problem. We never did a damn thing wrong and we’re done being afraid of you.”

Lewis looked back and forth a few times before his gaze fell on you.

“I’d be ashamed if you were my father,” you said. “I used to think you were evil. Now I know you’re just pathetic.”

“I’m too deep in this now,” said Lewis, aiming his gun. “I know you’re right. I’ve known you’re right for a very long time. So don’t move and none of you will even feel a thing.”

You heard a shot and Dean shoved you to the ground. He felt all over you but you weren’t hit. You sat up with him, Lewis laying on the ground, coughing up blood. To your left your saw Matty, holding a shotgun.

“Okay,” said Dylan rushing over when Matty went a little wide eyed. “It’s okay.”

“He was…” he said.

“I know. Let’s go put this back inside. Maybe Maggie can show me a few tricks now, huh?” said Dylan. “You got him covered?”

“Yeah. Take care of Matty,” you said, Dean walking over and picking up the gun Lewis had dropped. When they were out of view Dean cocked the gun, Lewis trying to take a deep breath.

“Go ahead. I deserve it,” coughed Lewis. Dean aimed the gun lower and shot him in the leg, Lewis groaning. “Kill me.”

“I give you about four minutes before you bleed out. I want you to enjoy every single one of those,” said Dean, putting the safety back on the gun.

“Your father is a coward. He killed your family as much as I did. He wanted to give Sam and you both to me. He never cared for you. If he wanted to find me, he would have done it years ago,” he said.

“You kill bad people, Jim. You don’t hurt the innocent ones. When you don’t know the difference or just don’t care, that’s what makes you a monster. Don’t worry about my father. I’d be more concerned with where you’re going to wind up very, very soon.”

Lewis didn’t say anything more, just groaned a few times before he went quiet and still.

“What do you want to do with him,” said Sam eventually.

“I’ll take care of it. You don’t know how to clean up a body,” said Dean. “Y/N, go make sure your brothers are okay.”

“John offered my family up to slaughter,” you said.

“He lost any good will I had for him at murdering a little girl to save himself. We’ll figure out a plan for our dad. At least he’s not actively trying to kill us,” said Dean.

“But he wanted Lewis to catch us. He didn’t care, Dean,” said Sam.

“He’s not going to get off, Sammy. I think we have an answer right in front of us,” he said nodding towards Lewis. “Dad’s only cared about his own survival, right? He doesn’t know Lewis is dead. We get him to confess to the past murder, point the evidence towards Lewis’ death, get him caught in a trap.”

“It’d be easier to kill him,” mumbled Sam.

“Which is why we’re gonna talk about it in a little bit. Lewis just died. I need a minute, alright? Thank you,” said Dean. He walked off and over to a shed on the property, finding a tarp inside and tossing it over Lewis. He walked off around to the back of the cabin, leaving you and Sam to yourselves.

“Just because Lewis said that stuff to Dylan doesn’t make it true,” said Sam.

“You said you researched. Did you ever come across Jim Hockley?” you asked.

“It lines up with what Dylan said. Lewis was smart, he could have…” said Sam, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Do you think your father is capable of something like that?” you asked.

“Sadly, yes,” said Sam.

“We don’t…” you said, Sam turning towards you.

“Could you kill Dylan if you had to?” he asked.

“If I had no other choice, I could,” you said. “To protect my family.”

“Does that include me and Dean?” he asked. You made a face and Sam smiled. “Stupid question.”

“I guess the question is, is John a threat to us?” you asked.

“I don’t think that’s the question, Y/N,” said Sam. “Dean said it himself. When you don’t care about hurting innocent people, that’s when you become a monster. We both know what Dean does to monsters.”

“I know. Come inside. I need some coffee,” you said. You went into the cabin, Dylan sitting on the couch with Matty, giving a quick smile that everything was alright. Sam veered off into the kitchen as you watched Dean sitting on the back porch step.

After you had two cups in hand, you went outside, taking a seat beside him.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a sip from the mug you handed him. “Those guys okay?”

“Yeah. The nightmare is over to them it seems,” you said.

“Still a nightmare,” said Dean. “That dream we had, living back home in town, marriage, kids, getting Matty a place nearby, Sam too...it was all just a stupid dream, wasn’t it.”

“Lewis is dead in the front yard. I’d think we should be celebrating.”

“My dad single-handedly destroyed your family. Your parents were murdered. Your brothers have been detained for well over a decade. You were forced to kill. How in the ever living fuck do you not hate me with every fiber of-”

You grabbed his face and kissed him, Dean surprised at first but slowly easing into it. You broke off and cupped his cheek, Dean’s green eyes staring straight into your own.

“I love you and I’m always going to love you, De. What John did is on him, not your or Sam or anyone else. You are still the person I know loves me and will protect me and gives my brothers a chance,” you said. You took his free hand in yours, Dean closing his eyes. “We are still going to have all of those things.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, opening his eyes and giving you a sad smile.

“Yeah, you do. It’s almost over and then we can go live the rest of our lives safely,” you said.

“It’s already happening,” said Dean, rubbing his hand over his face. You cocked your head and he took a deep breath. “I called the old FBI touch point guy I had when I was a kid a few minutes ago. I told him my father reached out to me and was in trouble with something but wouldn’t say specifics. I told them where to meet my dad.”

“You know where your dad is?” you asked.

“Yeah. He didn’t know to be hiding from us so he didn’t,” said Dean.

“How does that solve anything?” you asked.

“Because my father is about to get into a shoot out with the FBI and he will not walk away from it,” said Dean.

“How do you know?” you asked.

“Because I told them he said he murdered a little girl,” said Dean. “I told them he admitted to Hockley’s daughter murder. He’s too much of a coward to leave alive.”

“Are you sure that’ll work?”

“I’ll know in about an hour I suppose.”

Two Hours Later

“Lewis is officially disposed of and never to be seen again,” said Dean, washing up his hands as he came back inside the cabin. You were settled on the couches around the TV, watching the news coverage. “Is dad dead?”

“Shot himself,” said Sam. “They had the house covered and he started spewing nonsense from what they’re saying before he did it. He admitted to the accident and the girl apparently. I’m sure your PR department is having a field day with this.”

“They’re going to re-open the DWI case and Jim Hockley’s disappearance,” you said.

“You’re probably gonna have to give a statement,” said Sam.

“That’s fine,” said Dean. He took a seat beside you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back into his chest. He kissed the top of your head and you looked up, Dean’s eyes a little red.

“S’okay,” you whispered. “It’s done with, Dean.”

He tugged you up and you went back to one of the bedrooms, Dean leading you over to the bed to lay down.

“You want to take a nap?” you asked.

“Want to be alone with you for a little while. I just got my dad killed. I don’t...I don’t know how to feel about that,” he said, laying back on the bed. You went with him, wrapping yourself all around him as he sighed. “I loved him and I’m not sure that he ever loved us. Even after knowing everything he did to us, got done to us...I don’t want to feel bad about what just happened but I do.”

“Dean, do you remember when you told me about that time your spilled your dad’s whiskey on him in his office? You were about nine, you said.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember telling me what your dad did when you ruined his suit pants? Your mom and Sam were out shopping. It was just you two. You remember how he punished you?”

“But they had to be $500 pants at least. They were expensive. The alcohol was probably another hundred,” said Dean.

“Are you saying that accidentally wasting six hundred dollars deserves a hand on a hot burner?” you said. Dean shook his head and closed his eyes. “You had to lie about how you got it too. Dean. Even before your father destroyed Jim Hockley’s life, he was an abusive drunk that hurt his own family. Who knows what more he would have done to you as you got older. I know you loved him and I want you to grieve if you need to. But just feel however you need to. Be upset about it, be happy. Just don’t feel guilty for whatever you need to feel.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you, when Lewis said that stuff over the radio,” he said.

“Did you doubt me? Or did you just think ‘no, she wouldn’t’ a lot?” you asked. He blinked and you shrugged. “You looked so confused. It was so obvious you were confused, De.”

“I just...I got overwhelmed,” said Dean. “It’s so rare I’m not in control that I don’t think I knew what to do.”

“This time you do,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair, Dean closing his eyes. “Be overwhelmed and fall apart, Dean. I’m right here.”

“Y/N, you have all your shit you’re going through too,” he said.

“I might fall apart too,” you said. “Just stay close and we’ll get through today like we have every other bad one.”

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, Dean.”

Three Weeks Later

“Matty! We’re gonna leave without you if you don’t hurry up,” said Dean from near the front door. You’d been back home in town for close to three weeks. Dean had given a statement about his father that was a lot angry but sad enough to make it clear John had been a lone wolf in his operations. Sam was officially alive again after a very long discussion with the FBI. Dylan had his new identity and was learning most days with Sam and Matty. Your brothers were making plans about what to do with themselves but it sounded like they were both interested in college at the moment. “Matthew!”

“I’m coming!” said Matty as he jogged down the hall from your old bedroom. He slipped on his sneakers and was out the front door before the rest of you, the five of you piling into Dean’s SUV.

“Should be about half hour. Hopefully we can avoid traffic,” said Dean.

“I want nachos,” said Matty. “And a hotdog. And a beer.”

“He is 21,” you said when Dean gave you a look.

“You don’t want that watered down crap. I mean, we’re gonna drink it, but were gonna get you an IPA later on, then you’ll see what beer is,” said Matty.

“How about a pale ale instead?” said Sam.

“Sammy. Lager,” said Dean.

“Matty how about a wine cooler? They taste like fruit juice,” you said.

“Oh, that sounds yummy,” said Matty.

“Maybe we can get some on the way home,” you said. Dean rolled his eyes but smiled, driving along with the radio on low. “Hey boys. Dean and I have something we want to tell you.”

“You’re getting engaged, finally,” said Sam.

“In the bahamas,” said Matty.

“On the not so secret vacation you have planned for all of us coming up,” said Dylan.

“How do you know about that?” you asked.

“You guys are kinda obvious when you’re up to something,” said Sam. “You sure you want Matty around a bunch of college aged girls? He’ll have to beat them off with a stick.”

“Me? No way. I’ve never even had a crush on a girl. Or kissed one,” said Matty.

“You’re cute and sweet. You wouldn’t have any trouble,” you said. “But yes, we’re going on vacation, spoil sports.”

“It’ll be a lot of fun,” said Dean. “And no, we’re not getting engaged.”

“We’re not?” you asked.

“Well it’s gonna be a surprise,” said Dean. “Don’t worry. It’ll come when it comes.”

“Alright, alright,” you said.

A little more than a half hour later you were parked, Sam walking ahead with the guys while you hung back with Dean.

“How you feeling today?” you asked as Dean grabbed a green cooler out of the back.

“Alright. I was watching the news this morning. For a split second, I felt bad for Jim Hockley. If dad hadn’t done those things and made him snap, he’d probably be CFO right now or something,” said Dean.

“I think Jim died a long, long time ago. A monster replaced him.”

“Do you ever think I snapped? Like after I accidentally killed that guy as a teenager and found out I liked it?” asked Dean, sitting down in the back area of the SUV.

“No. You never snapped. You never have,” you said.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you know the difference about good and bad and how there is a gray area to all of it. You care about innocent people, you always have. You didn’t snap, Dean,” you said. “That’s what makes you good. You stop the monsters. You’re not one of them.”

“You doing okay today?” he asked.

“Yeah. Nervous about Matty but he looks like he’s doing good so far,” you said. “I guess we have to get used to normal is all.”

“Eh, normal for us,” said Dean, leaning back. He nodded across the way towards a group of guys tailgating. “One of them killed his wife for the insurance. Got away with it.”

“Dean. After vacation,” you said. He chuckled and nodded. “Want to go watch some football?”

“I would love to, sweetheart. I really would.”

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threeminutesoflife · 5 years

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Flaying a(n Albert) Fish

Pairings: Clint x Dark!Reader x Steve Summary: Reader extracts revenge against a monster. Warnings: 18+, dark reader, blood/gore, serial killer similar to Albert Fish- mentions of sexual assault and death against children- no description, home invasion, kidnapping, cannibalism, body parts, murder Word Count: 4.5k

Halloween Challenge- Are You Afraid of the Dark @barnesrogersvstheworld Thank you for hosting! Hope you have a fantastically Haunted and Happy Halloween!

prompt: #20 monster

“I would say sorry for not having smaller hands, since that’s what you prefer... and this’ll be the last time you feel anything warm on it...” you snarled at him coldly, “but we both know I’m not.”

Taking a step away from him, you twirled the hammer in your hand.

“Don’t forget to scream- just like they did. Because this is going to hurt,” you reeled the weapon back behind your head. “So. Very. Much.”

Deafening screams filled the house as you connected again and again, bludgeoning his depravity.

Bursts of air flared from your nostrils, while you tried to collect yourself and settle your breathing.

Blood dribbled down the end of the hammer adding to the growing puddle of inside-out remains between you both. Adrenaline slowed and your knuckles cracked as you jerkily loosened the grip on the hammer.

Tossing the weapon to the side, you eyed the new bastardized art piece. Blood spilled out, a waterfall between his legs. Tormented whimpers, broken sobs and dying struggles for breath; all his suffering brought a sense of warm achievement in your chest.

The police scanner bounced off your old Tower bedroom walls again.

You knew FRIDAY could simply stream the chatter, but there was something nostalgic about pushing buttons and twirling knobs.

You’ve listened to scans and phone calls, examined emails and files, plotted an idea of homegrown justice, and researched possible suspects. It was a haunting police case taking up your attention in between the missions. Maps and photos hugged your wall with notes crisscrossing over other various notes.

FRIDAY recorded the scans and police emails when you were away. Ever vigilant to highlight any details or new findings from the police mainframe about the intruder, who was preying on families with young children.

Which is where you read that the gags he placed between the children’s teeth- were all torn from what they determined to be one main source, a blanket. A dark line of all the better to hush them with came to your mind.

According to the notes, the gags' frayed ends matched each other when lined up. FRIDAY displayed the crime photos that showcased how the arrangement made an old, faded cartoon character emerge. Police thought the sexual intruder, dubbed the boogeyman, was ripping up his own childhood blanket to use in his assaults. One detective scribbled a possibility that the intruder's gags meant he was sentimental- and this was a way to intimately share himself and be closer to the victims.

You hoped the sentimental criminal slipped up on a small detail, perhaps overlooking the copyright year by the licensed character design. A small something to help narrow down his age, but unfortunately no. The print design was too timelessly popular and none of the victims left living could describe him.

And with no leads, the crimes continued. The boogeyman kept breaking into homes in the middle of the night to preform heinous acts. He threatened to kill the parents and siblings of the terrified children to keep them quiet and pliable.

Families were terrified for their children, scared their homes would be next. If victimizing the children out of their innocence wasn't monstrous enough, he'd hog tie them with duct tape and hide them away in their closets or stuff them into toy chests. Then he'd ransack the homes, randomly pocketing worthless items before leaving.

It was a grim thought you always had when reviewing the crime photos, it was like the children were his play things and he was simply plucking them off the floor, clearing them away when he was done with them. This monster needed to be stopped before he broke more toys and threw them away completely.

But it was always the same- until it wasn't.

Michael Robertson's small body recovered from river.

Steve was well-aware how this case was taking over your attention. From the smaller missions you traded or tried to give away to other teammates- to the many nights you kept the middle of his and Clint's bed empty.

Both men clearly remembered the cold shoulder you served them when Steve sent you out on a two week mission, pulling rank and ordering you to comply. Clint sided with him believing a break away from the case would help. As begrudgingly as you felt at the time, it did help to be away from the white noise of the scanners. Until FRIDAY sent you an urgent message- another child victimized a few days into the mission, this one resulting in death. His body found a day before you got back.

Breaking News: CHILD TAKEN, BODY FOUND.

Michael Robertson, age 6, kidnapped from home while parents slept. Killer removed boy's pajamas and laid them out on child's bed for parents to find next morning.

You knew you were losing yourself more and more in this police case, but with the hysteria emerging on the streets now that the boogeyman claimed another victim, one resulting in death, you expected additional branches of law force to step in soon. And you didn't want to deal with another player on the field.

You wanted this guy. He gave you something to sharpen your attention on and the want grew in you to strike him down. It was a tumor-like revenge. The team noticed you pulled away from evening dinners and movie nights. They began murmuring their concerns among each other and then to Steve and Clint.

While looking over more crime scene photos about the Robertson case, FRIDAY announced Wanda would be making cottage pie for dinner tonight. Glancing at your watch, 3pm, you mindlessly mumbled a 'no thank you' and then froze. Slapping the desk, you knocked an empty cup over onto mission reports you've been avoiding to fill out much to Steve's annoyance.

“FRIDAY, please bring up the old police notes about cottage- about home repairs or work crews. Wait, how far back did the police look?”

“The officers went back three years, Miss. No common links appeared.”

You scanned over the photos of children and their similar ages of 6 and 7. Would he have waited for more than three years to attack? He would have known the homes' layouts, he broke in so easily to each child's bedroom. If he did wait, for how long? Why wait so long?

Your gut was rarely wrong, and the home repair angle felt like something solid, “FRIDAY, please run all the family's credit cards and bank accounts to see if there were any repair companies or purchases done within the last five years.”

Looking at the youngest victims' age, Gabrielle Reyes with her toothy smile just turned 6, “If nothing, please try six.”

An electronic chorus poured in your room as computer alerts went off, reports fired across the screen.

A description and photo of self-employed contractor photo, Randall Williams, looked back at you.

FRIDAY ran off the newly found information. The victims' families hired his company in the past four to five years. Rachel Collins' home was his last before heading out of state. He was recently released five months ago from an out of state prison for a buffet of reasons, one being incident exposure.

“Miss, I took the liberty to run his payment history. He's been paying for a storage unit over the last eight years under a different name and P.O. Box number.”

You scoffed with a mix of thankfulness for Williams' laziness of leaving a trail and a curse that the repair history was not run back further in the beginning.

“Send me the address for the storage unit and his current address please, FRIDAY. And don't forget you're beautiful!”

Snatching your leather jacket and utility bag, you ran past Steve and Clint, who were folded against one another on the couch.

“I'll be back tomorrow. Don't wait up, my loves!” You called out to them over the action movie.

Clint and Steve stared at your figure fading quickly out the door, both pairs of eyes zeroing in on your large utility bag. They turned back towards each other and exchanged a knowing look. Steve dragged his hand over his face with a heavy sigh.

Unfolding himself from Steve, Clint kissed his cheek and patted his thigh, “I'm on it.”

Picking up his keys and jacket, Clint paused and took in Steve's concerned expression. “Hey, don't worry.”

Steve only sighed again as a reply and let his head hit the back of the couch. The sound of the door locking behind Clint drowned out the explosions on screen.

—

A fresh tank of gas, a new box of protein bars and a couple bottles of water later, you pulled into the storage facility. Stretching your limbs from the two hour drive, you took in the old property. It was run down with no foot traffic or desk clerk. The only camera you could see around the buildings was pointed at the office door, lens broken.

After grabbing your leather gloves and pulling the crowbar from the trunk, you went to work on the unit's lock.

Randall Williams reminded you of New York's grandfather serial killer, Albert Fish. Breaking into the storage container and shifting through his boxes, the incriminating photos he had of known and unknown victims were simply too hard to look at.

This man, this thing, was something that needed to be put down. The police were right in calling him a boogeyman. But they didn't know the accuracy of the nickname especially since it was once bestowed to Albert Fish himself.

You hoped Williams wasn't a cannibal, yet.

The young faces looked out at you from the photographs, some with tears and others with defiance. There so many, so many unrecognizable faces. You could feel the acid burn starting to rise in your chest. For a second, you wanted to talk yourself into believing these newly discovered victims were fake snuff photos he collected along the way, but you knew better and you saw the gags. Some with the same design used on the recorded victims. This was the man you’ve been looking for, and this man was a monster.

Eyes watered and the taste of bile rose in the back of your throat. With a shaky hand, you read a recipe of brown butter and sautéed onions with human flesh. A list of spices and measurements. Your memory flashed to the little Robertson boy with questionable wound and knife markings.

Flipping through the journal you read Williams’ comments next to the favored recipes and the preferred cooking techniques.

How long has this been going on? Your eyes darted to the stacks of photos with mystery faces.

There was a strange recipe of your own growing within you; ingredients of anger, sadness, disgust, revenge.

Laying the photos out on the cement floor, you surveyed the expanding collection of tragedy. You shuffled your feet across the ground and paused before each photo. 4x6, 5x7 and 8x10’s created a paper train of frozen mementos from each child’s nightmare. On the shelf, another box of negatives caught your eye.

Monster.

Your body felt heavier with each photo; guilt and sorrow for not stopping these events from happening, even if you never knew some occurred until now. You sent out an apology and prayer in your mind for them all.

“I’m fine. Be back in a few days. Love you, see you.” You quickly sent the text to Steve and Clint. Leaving you the grim photos on the ground, you pulled the storage door closed behind you. Pointing your car west, you drove off to deliver revenge and extract other things.

Randall Williams lived outside of a small town on a neighbor-less dirt road. Parking your car a safe distance away, you quietly made your way to his neglected looking home.

The house was quiet, dark and smelled sour. The sliding door was unlocked. Flipping the safety off your gun, you slowly slid it open. Suppose monsters don't have a lot to worry about.

Closing it behind you, you immediately covered your nose with back of your hand and tried to save your sense of smell from the pungent stench. The kitchen reeked of moldy food and ignored trash. You would have thought the home was abandoned, except the mail on the counter was stamped with this week's date.

Walking around, a calendar caught your attention. Next week's dates were circled and marked, Growing Dreams Day Care- install shelving. Biting your cheek, you tried to bury down the rage.

Creeping quietly in what you assumed to be the direction of the bedroom, you gingerly opened the door with your fingertips, gun ready in your other hand. Bathroom.

Squaring your shoulders, you made your way further down the hall. The second door held the right answer. There laying on his stomach, snoring in a pair of dirty briefs was the small statured, unaware boogeyman.

Three quick fast steps into the room, you came up to the bed and kicked the mattress. “Hey! Devil's Reject!”

Randall's eyes shot open and he flipped himself over to sit up.

CRACK!

You slammed the butt of your gun on his jaw. “Hurts, don't it?”

He let out an unearthly growl and groggily scrambled up, attempting to right himself to lunge at you. Bringing your boot up and kicking him back in his sternum, his head slammed against the wall and cracked the stained plaster.

“Nighty-night, fucker,” you smashed your gun against his face again.

Grabbing his legs, you pulled his unconscious, dirty body down the hallway. Dragging him through the kitchen, you were about to set him up at the kitchen table when you saw another door.

The door creaked open and basement steps greeted you, “Bingo.”

Bringing Randall's body around, you positioned him by the stairs and let him topple down the steps without a care.

Skipping down after him, you heaved Randall's body into position. After securing him to a chair, you took the time to exam the basement and survey his workspace until he woke.

You stared almost uninterested at the bound man before you. The toe of your boot lifted the lid of his unlocked tool box and knocked it open.

“So how’s the carpentry business?” an air of indifference in your question as you reached in and pulled out several hammers before spying a box of nails.

The man only muffled and grunted against the material wrapped around his mouth.

“Yeah, sorry about that gag I suppose,” you examined the different tools in your hands, flipping them from side to side testing their weight.

“Not the same blanket you tore off for your victims, but I did make sure to grab your dirtiest work rags. So please, wet it down real good and enjoy the taste.”

Standing up, you swung the hammer around, “Ah, this is the one.”

He eyed you with hatred as he rocked and rammed his body against the ropes in hopes to loosen them. Frantic sounds erupted deep from within his chest only to be stifled by the gag, when he realized the restraints wouldn’t give.

You hummed in pleasure at the trapped animal before you.

“Girl Scouts,” you nodded toward the knots on his body, “Don’t let the cookie sales fool you, asshole. Us little Daisies grow up to be Venus flytraps later in life.”

He rocked his body forward again as you bent down and picked up the box of nails.

“Not interested in what you want to say. Plead innocent, plead guilty. Shit, I don't even care if you regret every monstrously thing you've ever did. Actually, don’t give a fuck if you don’t regret it either. All that matters is that it ends here, that you end here. I know you checked out those homes you worked on, picking out the children and then coming back for them. Like some twisted human layaway plan. That was a hell of wait, but I bet you had nothing else to think about when you were locked away. ”

Reveling in his fear, you circled him. You could practically smell the panic ooze out his pores. “Ever hear about the serial killer, Albert Fish? Preyed on kids, ate them even. You both had common interests, similar ways- he your inspiration? My gut told me within time, you'd be like him.”

Dancing your fingertips across the tops of his shoulders, you emphasized each word with a tap, “And. You're. Already. There.”

Williams knocked his head side to side, trying to shake off your touch. He glared in your direction but refused to make eye contact.

“But there's a thing you’re missing from being so very much like him. A subtle difference to some, but devil's in the detail- am I right?”

You shook the box of nails up to his ear as you leaned by his other.

“He stuck pins in his groan, 29 to be exact. They have x-rays of it. No, no, I shit you not. So we're going to improvise with these nails and recreate it on you,” you bopped him on the nose. “Artistic interpretation and all.”

Driving the nails into him with a hammer, you randomly picked spots along his inner thigh and pelvis. “Do you like astronomy? Should I make the Little Dipper?”

He howled against his restraints. Drool and hatred running down his chin. Randall passed out on nail number eight, when it was jammed into his testicle, but came back around for the thirteenth nail while you slapped him awake. He passed out again on the twenty-third nail and you carried on without your audience.

“Oh good! You're awake- again,” false happiness laced your voice. “Take a look at the new additions!”

Swiftly grabbing the back of his head, you forced him to crane his neck awkwardly downward as he tried resisting.

“Oh good god. Stop bawling already,” walking around to his front, you brought the hammer down and smashed it against his left kneecap.

More cries of anguish poured out of Randall.

Reaching back into his toolbox, you crouched down in front of him, “you only have yourself to blame- for all of this. But also because you kept passing out on me- and that… well that, gave me time to think.”

You delivered a Cheshire grin and held up a pair of pruners.

His body shook and he screamed at you through the gag as you painfully pulled down on his nailed testicles. You quickly shoved the pruners around one sweaty ball. His right nut rested between the tool's blades, the nail stuck out below. His body convulsed in pain as you smiled and began cutting into him.

Randall's shoulders involuntarily shook as he wailed incoherently. After a few minutes his shoulders fell down around him, making him smaller with the weight of defeat.

Pressing the toe of your boot into his broken kneecap, you slowly and gradually applied more pressure, “Pay attention, fuckface. There’s still more I can cut from you.”

Blood painted his cheek as you tapped his face with the pruner’s blades, You pulled down his gag and he reeled his head away.

You plucked his testicle off the floor, “Hm. Kind of looks like a weird party appetizer, meatball and blood gravy. Gore gravy? You think that sounds better? Here. Want to try?”

Twirling the hammered nail between your thumb and finger, his detached ball freckled his cheek and forehead with blood. Threads of veins and skin twirled on the air like streamers.

“Blow on it, might be hot,” you cackled at your joke.

“Fuck you!” Randall cursed through shaky, chapped lips, gaping in pained disbelief at his removed appendage.

“Tsk-tsk,” you snapped the meatball appetizer back and forth on front of his eyes. “That bad, lousy fucking attitude and those actions is what got you here, motherfucker.”

You sneered at him coldly. “Don't make me get creative. Could always skin away pieces of you and wrap them around other parts,” you dramatically cut the air with the human hors d'oeuvre and pointed at his crotch with it, “like pigs in a blanket. Foreskin's optional, you know.”

He started paling between your words and the blood loss, silently staring wide-eyed when visualizing your threat.

“Now,” you stepped between his bounded legs, “Open up, fucker. Time to try, then die.”

Pinching his cheeks, you forced his mouth open and scrapped the nail against his teeth until his ball rested in the back of his mouth. Horror filled Randall's eyes as the taste of warm iron hit his tongue.

Quickly grabbing the sides of his head, you abruptly raised your knee and slammed it up against his jaw. “Enjoy.”

A mixed sound of wet squishing and teeth cracking sang throughout the basement as Randall sobbed. The deflated testicle and pieces of teeth fell from his mouth between his hysterical wails. You leaned against the wall until his banshee screams subsided, a mask of boredom across your face.

When his shoulders stopped shaking and he settled to broken whimpers, you punched him again and slid the gag back in place between blood-coated teeth.

“And now, for our final act,” you callously taunted as you eyed his maimed and bloody crotch. Locking eyes with Randall, you jerked your chin in to the direction of his tools, “Ready?”

—

Standing before Randall's crumpled body, you heard your name float down from the top of the stairs, “Sweetheart, it’s time to go now.”

Clint silently made his way over, stepping between you and Williams’ broken corpse.

He pulled out a plastic bag from his utility vest and held it out to you with his own gloved hands.

“Meet you back at the car?” you inquired as you stuffed your bloody gloves into the bag he always provided.

“Always,” Clint kissed your forehead and tucked the soiled bag away. “Go on now, gonna do a once over here and I'll meet you. Love you.”

“Love you,” you backed away and made your way to the car.

Clint pulled out several photographs of Williams’ victims and scattered them around his corpse. Picking up the bloodied hammer, he cringed when seeing a few pubic hairs stuck to it. He promptly dropped the tool on top of the victim's photos.

When he followed you to the storage unit, he figured the photos would come in handy for what he knew you'd do next. As he resumed to tail you from the warehouse, he decided to make an anonymous tip to the police about the storage unit when you were done. He didn't want to risk any evidence showing who Randall Williams really was could be overlooked.

Back at the car, you turned up the volume and resumed listening to your audiobook. You didn't have to wait long, soon Clint tapped on your passenger window asking you to unlock the door.

Dropping into the passenger seat and assessing your appearance, Clint raised your hand to his lips for a quick kiss, “You look more content already.”

“Only because it’s over and I get to go home to you and Steve,” you smiled and cupped his face. “Thank you.”

“Never have to thank us, sweetheart.”

He rolled his cheek into the warmth of your hand. Your fingers skimmed through the top of his hair. You liked to tease that his hair felt softer with the mohawk.

Blessed is what you felt. You found a home with Clint and Steve. And they accepted your need to play judge, jury and executioner.

Clint tapped your thigh and gave it a squeeze, “Let’s get home to him, sweetheart. He’s been worried.”

He reached behind your seat and pulled out the unopened box of protein bars, “See, you plan well but then forget details like this.”

Ripping the box open, he freed a bar from its wrapper, “Eat.”

You wanted to object for a moment and say you were fine, but Clint's tone was laced with a plead, not a command.

“When we get back he'll want to feed us, you know. No one was happy you skipped another dinner.”

You chuckled at Clint's reminder about Steve's concerns and opened a bottled water, “What about your car?”

“Had FRIDAY drive itself home.”

Humming at his answer, you capped the water, “Ready?”

Clint nudged your arm and took the bottle for himself, “Yes. And tomorrow we'll have a long talk about you being more aware of your surroundings. You were so blindly driven, you didn't notice me following like you usually do.”

—

When FRIDAY announced your return home, Steve felt he could breath easy again. He knew what these kills meant to you and the sense of serenity they brought.

Determined to make your and Clint’s return as smooth as possible, he put on your favorite playlist and he spread out the 24hr takeout menus.

He heard you before seeing you, smiling at the sight of you and Clint rounding the corner. Your legs swung back and forth, head tipped back with laughter, humor staining your expressive lips as Clint gave you a piggy back ride. A smile of Clint’s own beamed across his face at Steve as he set you down.

“Hey, doll.” Not hiding his admiration for you, Steve scooped you up into a tight embrace.

“Hey, handsome.” With a kiss on his jaw, you nuzzled in closer to him.

Opening up your embrace, you both pulled Clint into the hug.

Steve pressed his forehead against Clint's temple, “Thank you for being careful and bring you both back safely.”

Clint leaned into Steve's words, “Never have to thank me.”

Steve kissed Clint soundly and turned his gaze on you, “Give me everything you need burned.”

You nodded at his request and pulled out the bloody bag.

“Weapons?”

You turned your head shyly towards Clint, and he slightly shivered as he replayed in his mind what you orchestrated in the basement.

“She used his own. Left them there with some incriminating photos. Less things to carry back,” Clint explained to Steve.

Tilting your head at Clint's mention of photos, you truly realized then just how absorbed you were for not noticing him at the storage unit. Hearing Steve call your name, you gave Clint a soft smile before turning back around.

“Alright, doll. You know the next part. Strip.”

Without a second thought to his request, you swiftly slipped out of your jacket and boots, followed by your top and pants.

“Always love this part, sweetheart, ” Clint murmured behind you.

“Me, too. She looks so pretty with that new sense of accomplishment. Don’t you, doll?”

You laughed at your boyfriends’ praises, “Gonna go shower now. We eating soon?”

“Pulled out some menus when you two got back. I was thinking that little Italian place.”

“Sounds delicious,” you left for the shower after gifting both men a slow, appreciative kiss. “Maybe come join me before the food arrives?”

Both men hummed in appreciation as they watch you walk down the hall.

“I’ll get hers. Gotta wash mine, too.” Clint offered, collecting your soiled items from Steve to bring to the laundry room and incinerator.

Clint stepped into the elevator but froze suddenly when he saw Steve holding the Italian menu.

“Steve!” Clint frantically called out, forcefully pushing the elevator doors apart. “Order mine without meatballs!”

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No turning back || Ben Hardy (SMUT)

Summary: Y/N’s had a crush on Ben for a while but they are just friends. What would happen if they were to confront each other about what they really feel, at last?

Pairing: Ben x fem!reader

Word count: 4.5 k+

Warnings: SMUT under the cut!, 18+, some language, protected sex (always stay safe folks), references to cheating, FLUFF hell yeah

A/N: sooo yeah. Here we are with another one shot and, guess what? Still about Ben! We love that British dork more than we should, don’t judge us, people. We hope you’ll enjoy, folks, let us know what you think.

“You two are just made for each other, why don’t you just get on with it?!” Lucy spoke from the screen of your laptop.

You chuckled and shook your head, wishing you could agree with her “I already told you: you’re crazy, my friend”

“Bullshit, y/n, and you know it. Why don’t you just talk to him?”

You sighed “Because, last time I checked he had a girlfriend, and I don’t wanna mess around with anyone”

She rolled her eyes and smirked at you through the camera “C’ mon we both know that’s never gonna last and if you don’t act soon, you’ll miss your chance, doll” you see her becoming more serious “I don’t wanna see you get hurt like last time, that’s all I’m saying”

It sincerely moved you how deeply she cared for you. She had always had your back and always had been there for you through the good and the ugly, just like you had been for her.

Since you had started hanging out with her and her friends from work (almost a year ago, right after she had finished shooting Bohemian Rhapsody), she had always told you she had seen a spark fly between you and Ben since you first met each other.

Deep down you knew she was right: you had felt something strange going on with the butterflies in your stomach when the handsome Englishman had firstly shaken your hand. Something in his big green eyes, in the huge smile he greeted you with and the quick wink he gave you, had surely moved something inside you.

You had developed a small crush on him at first, but had never said anything to anyone. Anyone except Lucy, that had immediately understood everything and had started to root for the two of you to end up together.

You had soon become a part of their small group and they had welcomed you gladly, making you feel like a vital part of their small gang. The relationships you developed with all of them were different but special in every kind of way: you were sure you could always count on Lucy (your oldest friend) and now Rami, her boyfriend, for some advice or for a quiet and light-hearted evening in front of the tv or out drinking, but you had to admit you always had a blast when you hang out with them and the rest of the guys: Joe, Gwilym, Allen and Ben. When all of the boys were reunited they could give the best of themselves and always managed to make you crack up with both the silliest or most sophisticated jokes.

You were proud to call them all your friends.

But lately, things with Ben had become hugely more complicated.

Nearly six months into your acquaintance to the group, Ben had met Liza through a mutual friend and had started going out with her. In a matter of two weeks, they were together.

She was sincerely a nice girl and you couldn’t find a single thing that was wrong about her, not a single reason why they shouldn’t have been together. Lucy insisted she wasn’t worth half as much as you and that Ben honestly deserved better. And with better, she meant you, which usually made you either laugh or wonder if she was just saying that cause she was your friend.

“Ben’s just reasoning with the wrong end of his body”, she always repeated “You just have to wait till he realises that. Or else I’ll make him”

You always shook your head and smiled, but deep down, you hoped she was right. Your small crush had faded with the passing of months, segregated in a corner of your mind, and it’s not like you drooled behind him; however, you frequently found yourself wishing you could just for a moment, stop thinking and crash your lips onto his. Not to start anything serious, just to see what it’s like and to understand if the spark was just a spark or else, the possibility of something more.

“Anyhow,” Lucy’s cracking voice startled you from your thoughts. She was still on the other side of the screen “I’ll be at your place at 6, please be ready or I’ll tell Rami to start the car and drive away”

“I promise I will. Bye Luce”

Turning off your computer, you finished packing and turned on the shower. You and the gang had planned a weekend in Rami’s cabinet up in the hills to get away from the everyday life and stress. And obviously to drink everything you wanted without anyone having to drive.

Ben obviously wasn’t coming. He told you all he had plans with Liza, but everybody knew the truth. Liza was not completely fond of him hanging out with you. She didn’t know you had had feelings for him, or at least that’s what you knew; and yet somehow, as their relationship was growing, you realised Ben would always casually miss the seldom Saturday night out, just cause there would have been Lucy, Rami and the two of you.

Every now and then you felt like bursting out and standing up for your friendship, confronting Liza to tell her she had nothing to worry, that you would have not jumped on him when she wasn’t watching or stolen him from her. But you always clenched your fists and shut your mouth: if Ben really wanted to save your friendship, he would have talked to Liza to find a way.

It broke your heart thinking he did not care about you as much as you did about him.

When you arrived at the cabinet you immediately hugged Gwilym and Joe who were already there with some bags and boxes. You were ready to bet half of them contained alcohol.

You laughed “You realise we’re only here for, like, two days and a half, right? How much you intend to get us drunk?”

They chuckled and Joe answered for the both of them “You never know, y/n, we could be stuck here forever, we have to be ready”

You giggled and walked past them, following Lucy inside.

You all set up your rooms: Rami and Lucy in the main one and Gwilym, Joe and you in the guest room. You were not embarrassed of sleeping in their same room: they had basically become like older brothers to you and you knew they felt the same protective big-brother-y energy towards you.

After you all had dinner, the guys wanted to drive back into town: Allen had texted them there was a cool party at a friend of his.

“Guys we’re supposed to be getting away from the city, don’t you remember?” you protested, already dreaming of your comfortable pyjamas.

“Yeah” Joe answered “But they are giving away drinks and Allen said there’s quite a… fauna over there” and smirked to Gwilym, who smugly smiled and looked over to you.

“He had me at drinks, but that is a plus” he just added.

“You two are disgusting” you rolled your eyes.

Turning towards Lucy and Rami, you asked: “What do you think?”

“I think we should go, at least for the free drinks” Rami simply said, shrugging his shoulders.

“But we have plenty here!” you commented.

“Yeah but it’s not the same” Gwil jumped in and earned a fulminating look from you.

Lucy had been following your banter with the boys whilst texting on her phone. When she heard you stopped talking, she got up from the sofa to join you in the middle of the living room.

“I say we go,” she said.

You groaned in protest, while Joe and Gwil exulted and patted her on the shoulder.

“Why Luce? Just, why?” you asked.

She tried to hide a smug grin, “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to” she conceded with a smile.

You smiled gratefully “Thanks, Luce.”

“You can’t stay here alone, y/n” Rami commented “There are other houses but the closest one is down the hill, at least a mile away”

“I swear I won’t jump on the walls or off the balcony” you joked, Joe and Gwilym giggled. “C’ mon Rami, I can take care of myself”

“Yeah but in case of emergency-”

“-she’ll call us and we’ll be right back, right?” Lucy asked the other boys.

Gwil and Joe were nodding along and had weird, relaxed grins on their faces. You couldn’t tell if they were up to something or if they were simply impatient to go to the party.

Rami gave in with a sigh and reached for the car key “If you need anything, please just call” he said heading to the door.

“I will, dad” you mocked him and he softly chuckled, shaking his head.

“Don’t do anything stupid either” Lucy said on the threshold.

“I won’t, mom” you joked and held the door open for them to walk out. “At least not anything I wouldn’t do!” she shouted when she was already approaching the car.

You smiled and waved, closing the door behind you. You immediately slipped into the pyjamas you had been so long craving for and snuggled by the fire; the tv was showing an old movie and you could feel like dozing off after a few minutes, when you heard a loud knock on the door.

You frowned and looked at the clock: the guys had been gone for about half an hour. Could it be them already?

You looked outside and it was pouring rain. Wrapping yourself in a blanket and picking up an umbrella from the corridor, you approached carefully the door.

Heart beating fast in your chest, a ton of scenes from horror movies passed through your head and for a moment you were not sure whether you were dreaming or awake.

The knock repeated itself and you jumped for the surprise. You put your hand on the handle and pulled the door open.

In the dim light of the street, a wet and chilly Ben was trembling.

“What in the bloody hell took you so long?” he shrieked, passed you by and through the door, heading to the kitchen.

Still a bit startled, you closed the door behind you and followed him.

“You’re wetting Rami’s floor,” you said, while we put the kettle on and opened some cabinets, probably looking for tea “He won’t be pleased”

“Yeah yeah, this is like a second home to me now” he answered “I’ll clean up”.

You watched him fidget with the box of tea and softly chuckled: his fingers were so cold he couldn’t even open it.

He lifted his gaze, smugly smirking “Does this seem funny to you? I’m freezing”

You nodded “Yeah it’s funny” you got closer, still giggling, and took it out of his hands.

“Thanks” he mumbled.

You smiled “Why are you so freezing?”

He sat on a stool “I parked the car down the hill, cause I know Rami always parks here. Where is his car anyway?”

You opened the box and took out to cups from the cabinet “They all went to this party Allen invited us to”

"That's weird, I texted Lucy and she told me you were all here"

That minx, you thought. Now you knew why she had told you that you could just stay here: she had orchestrated everything to get the two of you to spend some time alone together.

You didn’t know whether to thank her or insult her.

He frowned. You could feel his gaze on you “Why are you not there?”

You shrugged “Didn’t feel like going” you met his eyes and gave him a small smile “I wanted to stay home and help chilly night wanderers”

He softly chuckled “Guess it’s my lucky day then. Thank you by the way”

You smiled looking at what you were doing instead of his deep green eyes. Something in his gaze made you feel weird, like some kind of tension had fallen between the two of you in an instant.

You shrugged the feeling away. “It’s nothing”

You saw him straightening his spine with the corner of your eye.

“Why are you here?” you asked sheepishly.

He joined his hands on the table and sighed while staring at the surface of the wooden table “We had a small fight”

He didn’t have to say who was we. It was clear he was talking about Liza.

“A small fight and you drive 60 miles away in the middle of the night?” you corked an eyebrow.

He glanced over at you and snorted “Okay, it was kinda a big one”

“Ben?” you inquired, a smile on your face to mock him “What did you do?”

He huffed but did not return the smile. He just looked down at his hands and reached for the cup you had prepared for him. You pulled it out of his reach, now seriously worried something had gone wrong.

“Ben” you repeated, “What happened?”

He looked up at you: his green eyes a strange mixture of emotions.

“I told her I meant to come up here and spend some time with you guys. She told me she wasn’t totally on board with it…”

Because I’m here as well, you thought.

“…I told her she could come as well but she didn’t want to and so…” he hesitated.

“So… what?” you asked, taking a seat beside him on a stool.

He turned to face you and sighed again “I asked her what she expected me to do, if she wanted me to stop seeing my friends just because…” he stopped to sigh again and never continued that sentence.

Instead, he continued “I might have told her she couldn’t control my life like that… We ended up shouting things to each other and well…”

“Oh Ben…” you placed your hands on your face, rubbing your eyes and shaking your head “and you run out to drive up here?”

He shifted his gaze back to the table, silently answering your question.

“You are a dick,” you said, before letting out a soft chuckle and swiftly covering your mouth with a hand.

He turned his head to you “I’m the dick? She’s the one trying to control my life and the people who are in it…”. Unable to stand your gaze, he moved it back to the table, slightly shaking his head.

“Yeah, but you need to work things out if you still want to call her your girlfrie-”

“What if I don’t want to anymore?” he uttered, startling you and making you shift in your seat.

“What?” you asked in a low voice.

“No” he brought his hands to his face and angrily rubbed his eyes, just like you had done earlier “Ugh! I don’t know… I don’t know why it’s all so complicated right now…”

He turned to face you the instant you did the same: you felt your heartbeat race faster, you were so close you could smell his cologne.

“Do you think I'm being out of my mind here?” he leaned in to place a hand on your thigh, his eyes fixated in yours.

Somehow you had forgotten how to breathe. You caught his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips, then back again to your eyes. You were now sure of the redness that had surely sprung among your cheeks.

“I-” you started, but didn’t know how to finish the sentence, your brain blanking every 0.2 seconds, due to lack of oxygen.

“You what?” he whispered, constantly inching forward.

You both knew how it was gonna end, but neither of you had the strength to stop it.

It was inevitable.

You had wanted this moment to happen for so long, you found it hard to back down now. And from the way Ben was acting, you were pretty sure he had all the intention to let it happen.

“What are you -” you started again, but you couldn’t complete the sentence.

Ben’s lips crashed into yours and you soon felt his cold hands on your cheeks. The kiss only lasted a few seconds and when you pulled away, Ben’s eyes were indecipherable.

You turned towards the table again, propping your elbows on the surface and bringing your hands to your face.

“No Ben, you can't do this" you started “We can't do this. Not while you're still with her. It's not right”

You felt his hand on your back “y/n, I really don't think we'll get back together. At least, I don't want to”

“Did you break up?”

He hesitated “Well, no but -”

“Then you’re still together! I don’t wanna get in the middle of anything” you stated.

“You already are, y/n” he replied, your gaze swiftly shifting to his eyes, waiting for an explanation.

He huffed “You seriously cannot tell me you have not noticed”

You frowned “Noticed what?”

He widened his eyes “C’ mon, y/n, don’t be elusive…”. He realised you didn’t know what he was talking about; he continued “I must be a better actor than I think I am…” he chuckled, shaking his head.

He locked eyes with you “I can’t stop thinking about you, y/n. I tried, seriously, but I don’t know how to stop. I try to avoid being alone with you because I don’t know how to control myself.”

A shiver ran down your spine, hearing all the words you had hoped to hear him say. You tried to hide a smile: that was indeed a turn of events.

He smiled "Look, I have no idea what I'm doing here," he whispered leaning closer again “but I know I want to find out what this is all about”

You swiftly turned to him, to look at him in the eyes, trying to read them.

“I feel like something bad will happen if we keep looking at each other like that” you suggested.

Ben softly chuckled, before whispering “…or something good, depends on perspective”

You found again very close to his lips and you knew he was staring at yours. You kissed him quickly, as to remind yourself what it felt like.

He smiled widely and kissed you back again, the kiss lasting a bit longer this time. You pulled away again, looking at his eyes one more time: they were smiling, just as much as his lips and you knew he was just as much excited as you about this.

Almost simultaneously you crushed your lips together, your hands flying into his blond hair and his finding quickly your jaw and neck. You parted your lips to give him better access and he deepened the kiss. It was heated, passionate and heavy of all the tension you had stored through the past year.

He slid a hand down to your waist and pulled you closer, making you jump down the stool and inch towards him, between his legs. Your hands roamed on his back, while he had one behind our neck and another on your waist. You pulled away to catch some breath and stared into his eyes to ask him what you were doing.

He jumped down the stool: as an answer, he grabbed you again and started back where you had left. Transported by the kiss, he guided you towards the corridor and into the nearest room. He opened the door with his back, without even letting you slip out of his grip.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this” he whispered to your ear, after pulling away from your lips for a second.

“I know” you replied, bringing your hands to his chest, part of you wanting to keep him close, the other wanting to push him away "Me too".

You were awfully aware what you were doing was far from the right thing to do, let alone the right moment to do it. Ben was technically still with Liza and you knew he was technically cheating on her. With you.

But when he roamed his hands on your back, hugging you tight and kissing you passionately, the outside world faded away instantly and it was like you were in your own world, where only the two of you existed.

You slid your hands down his still partially wet t-shirt and slipped them under it. Ben helped you getting it over his head. You took a moment to caress his chest and abdomen, admiring his muscles before looking up to his eyes.

His cold hands played with the hem of your sweater: you tossed it on the floor, revealing your bare chest, and you grinned widely when you heard him gulping. He leaned down to kiss you again passionately, guiding you towards the bed and making you lay down, quickly hovering you.

He searched for your eyes for a moment, trying to read your emotions. You propped yourself on your elbows to kiss him softly. “You know there’s no turning back from this?” he asked “For our friendship I mean”

You lifted an eyebrow “I’m currently laying half naked underneath you, I think we can safely say our friendship is ruined”

He softly chuckled, letting out what you thought to be one of the best sounds you had ever heard. Your heart ached at how happy you felt in that very moment.

“What do you mean you don’t flash all of your friends?” he joked.

“Only Joe and Gwil” you answered in tone, making him gulp harshly again.

You chuckled and cupped his cheek, kissing his jaw right afterwards “I’m kidding”.

He hushed a groan “I sure hope so”

He looked again into your eyes, more serious this time, silently asking for permission to continue.

You smiled “I’m ready when you are”

He smiled back, leaning down to cover your body with his and kissing you again, before moving to your jaw and to the crook of your neck. You hushed out a moan when he started kissing your skin, leaving small red marks under the earlobe.

"Ben," you whispered not exactly knowing what to say next. Your mind was inebriated by him.

"Mmmh" he mumbled on your skin.

You were shivering from all the emotions you were feeling, inebriated by his scent and by the knowledge you were actually that close to him. Never in your wildest dreams, you would have imagined he had felt the same the whole time.

You were gleaming with joy and you couldn’t stop a smile to form on your face, as Ben kept on kissing your neck and chest.

He caught your smile and stopped to ask, smiling himself “What’s that smile?”

“I just can’t believe this is happening,” you explained “now please kiss me again”

His smile widened as he leant down to meet your lips, his hand sliding down your body to toy with the edge of your pants, slowly pulling them down.

He wasn’t teasing, he just wanted to take his time to savour every moment.

You smirked in the kiss and moved a hand from his neck to the other edge of your pants, helping him to pull them off and toss them on the floor.

The heat of the room had increased exponentially in the last few minutes and you felt a pleasant heat spreading down your spine and between your legs.

Your hands flew to his belt and you fidgeted with the buttons of his jeans. He knelt back and undid them himself, discarding them on the floor afterwards.

He came down to hover you again, kissing your jaw and nibbling at the skin between your breasts. You loudly sighed and tightened the grip on his hair, the other hand drawing patterns on his back.

You could feel him against your thigh from underneath his boxers, the sensation bringing even more excitement down at your core.

Using an elbow to perch yourself, you rolled the both of you over the bed, so that now he had his back laying on the mattress and you were straddling him.

He smiled at your sudden initiative and cupped your cheeks to kiss you again and bring you closer to his chest.

Laying on top of his body, skin on skin, kissing the air out of your lungs was probably one of the best feelings you had ever experienced.

Almost accidentally you brushed your hips against his boxers, drawing a whimper from Ben’s lips. When you parted for a moment, his eyes were dark and lighted by a spark of excitement. Grinning, you repeated the move, earning another hushed whimper from him.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back” he said, suffocating a groan.

You smirked “Then don’t”

His eyes lit up with excitement a crooked smile propped up on his lips. He rolled you over again and slid his hands underneath the elastic band of your panties, slowly pulling them down, his eyes locked into yours.

You instantly reached for his underwear and tugged at the hem of his boxers. You could see how surprised he was by your initiative, which shocked him every time.

As he got rid of his underwear as well, he knelt on the mattress, a light-hearted grin on his face.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked with a smile, adjusting the condom on. There was no trace of doubt in his voice: he was just as incredulous as you were to the fact that you were finally exploring your feelings for each other.

Smiling, you sat up on the bed to reach his face and cup his jaw with your hands.

“I think we might just be” you whispered with a smile. He smiled back, placing his lips on yours and laying you down on the mattress, his body covering yours and your lips still locked to each other.

Without further notice, you felt him align himself with you and slid inside. Simultaneously you inhaled sharply at the new sensation. You wrapped your hands around his back, as he placed small sloppy kisses down your neck and on your shoulder.

Ben started at a slow pace, steadying himself by perching on his elbow by the side of your body, as you gently caressed his arms. Neither of you dared to talk, to caught up in the moment to even articulate a sentence: you were taking things slow, not wanting the moment to end. It went on like that for a while, Ben slowly thrusting in and out, his lips locked with yours at every movement he made.

The whole cabin was quiet and the silence was interrupted every once in a while only by your hot breaths and muffled moans and by the crackling of the fireplace.

You collapsed next to each other, Ben’s arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his shoulder. The soft blankets were barely covering your bodies as you stared at the ceiling with a huge smile on your face.

“No turning back, uh?” you asked hesitantly, breaking the silence.

He turned his face, searching for your eyes and smiling.

“No turning back.” he said inching forward to kiss you once more.

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Rekindle Chapter 4: Birthday

It looks like Marinette is going to be spending another birthday alone, unless a certain feline hero intervenes.

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Adrien opened the door to his house and immediately began fumbling for the light switch. It had been another long day at work, where he had been back to modeling again. The modeling sessions were getting fewer and more spaced out, but that just seemed to mean that when his father did call on him to pose for the camera, he expected him to do the work of two or three sessions in one day. So much for slowly getting away from modeling and into the business side of things.

His eyes felt heavy, and his limbs heavier still. A few weary steps inside and he collapsed onto the couch in his living room, unable to make it to his bed. Plagg emerged from his jacket pocket, the kwami hesitating over Adrien for a few moments.

“Kid, you need to stand up for yourself.” It was all Adrien could do to avoid rolling his eyes. This was becoming an ever more common topic of conversation for them and it was starting to wear thin. "Gabe always had did run you ragged, but these last few years he has practically run you into the ground."

“I get paid for all that work, you know. Someone has to pay for your cheese habits.”

Plagg's fur bristled in irritation. “No way kid, you’re not putting this one back on me. You know as well as I do my delicious camembert is a drop in the bucket with what you make. Besides, you don’t even spend most of it since you don’t do anything. If you really wanted, you could stop working right now and be fine for what? A few months? A year? More?”

“Father pays for the house. I can’t just say no to him.” Adrien yawned and rolled away from his kwami, only for him to zoom back into his field of view.

Plagg shook his head. “Yeah, the house that you hate to be in and always try to find an excuse to get out of. You need to tell your old man-”

The ringing of Adrien’s cell phone cut Plagg off. “Oh no. I guess we’ll have to shelf this conversation. Too bad.”

Plagg glared and pointed a grubby paw at him. “This ain’t over, kid. You gotta stand up for yourself eventually.”

It was a struggle to pull out his phone, but he managed it. Nino’s face appeared on the screen.

“Sup, dude!” He took in Adrien’s appearance and cracked a smile. “You look like crap, man.”

“Thanks for sparing my feelings. I may have collapsed on the couch after getting home from the shoot. All the hard work of the makeup and hair teams - wasted!” He threw his arm over his face dramatically, earning a chuckle from Nino.

“Whatever you say, dude.” His face eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Wait. Another day of modeling? I thought you said those were a thing of the past and you were a management guy now?”

Adrien winced on the inside and shrugged. “I’m still the face of the company which means my face needs to be in some of the company’s products. For now, at least,” he rushed to add when he saw the look on Nino’s face. “Soon enough they’ll all be done and someone else can be the face of the company.”

“I dunno, bro. Your daddio’s got his claws in you and if he keeps you modeling, you’ll be too tired to do anything else. I think he’s really dragging his feet if he still hasn’t moved you to some other part of the company. Or he’s just saying he’s gonna promote you to keep you placated.” Nino shook his head. “You gotta talk to him, dude. Nothing’s going to change otherwise.”

Somewhere else in the room, Plagg cackled and Adrien shot a glare in his general direction.

Nino’s face brightened. “You got some peeps over? Good on you! Not gonna lie, I feel guilty sometimes when I realize how little we get to hang out. Especially with all the traveling Al and I do.”

“No, no one’s here.” Growling at Plagg, he added, “Just a stray cat that I’m considering shooing away.” Nino’s words caught up to him. “Wait, are you guys going to be still be gone in a couple weeks?”

“For Mari’s birthday, you mean?” Nino chuckled while Adrien felt his cheeks heat up slightly. His smile faded away as he continued. “But yeah, you’re right. We won’t be able to do anything with her this year. It’s a real bummer.”

“Yeah…” Adrien frowned. He was used to his birthdays being disappointing, but Marinette had always been surrounded by friends and family. Being alone for such an important day after being used to that… it couldn’t feel great.

“You know, this might be the perfect time to rekindle that friendship,” Nino said hopefully.

“I don’t think she’d want to spend so much time with the guy who broke her heart.”

“I’m telling you, dude, I’m sure you guys would be the best of friends. I get that you don’t see her in a romantic light, but I know she’d be happy to have a friend close by, you know?”

A friend? His heart clenched in sympathetic pain. “Yeah… okay, maybe. No promises, though, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“That’s all I can ask.” Off screen, Adrien heard Alya calling for Nino. “Sorry, dude. Gonna have to cut this call short. Best of luck with you two, okay?”

“Thanks, Nino. Stay safe and goodbye.”

“I do what I can. Bye!” The screen went dark as Nino hung up.

Adrien lowered the phone onto his chest, still staring up at the ceiling. Despite what his best friend had said, he didn’t think Marinette would be happy to see him appear out of the blue. At least, not if it were Adrien showing up. Smiling, he ran his fingers over his ring. Thankfully, he didn’t have to be Adrien all the time.

But… he shouldn’t just show up empty handed, right? This wasn’t just a normal day to hang out. This was a birthday party for two! They couldn’t leave her apartment, but he could make it feel the special day that it was. Oh, and he should get her presents too.

Adrien leapt to his feet and sat down in front of his desktop computer, searching for anything that he thought Marinette might like. Maybe he could get away with getting her two presents - one as Chat Noir and one as Adrien? That’d be a good way to ease into a normal friendship, right? And had nothing at all to do with the fact that this allowed him to justify buying her twice as much as was socially acceptable.

In a dark corner of the room, Plagg watched his chosen more around the room, more lively than he had been in months. The cat kwami couldn’t help but grin. There might just be hope for him yet.

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Marinette trudged up the long staircase to her apartment, once again cursing the broken elevator and her aching legs. Which only made her even more angry with herself because she was Ladybug! Is a couple flights of stairs really going to be the thing that causes her to break down today?

Then again, she knew that if she did get reduced to tears because of this, it wasn’t simply stairs that did it. The stairs were just the latest in a long line of awful things happening today. Spilt coffee, manically working in preparation for the fall line, asshole bosses - all on top of the frustration that they aren’t letting her do much work on actual designs since she is an intern, which is apparently another word for errand girl. No, the stairs weren’t the problem. They were just the final insult on the terrible, terrible day that was supposed to be the celebration of her birth.

She fumbled for her keys, which were somewhere on her person, feeling the tension as the breaking point starting to arrive, ready to great it like an old friend. Before it did, she caught a scent in the hallway that made her pause. Something like… Italian? But very spicy. It was making her mouth water just smelling it, which made her pout. Great, she smelled something delicious and now has to go and heat up a frozen meal. A normal day then, since she rarely got the chance to cook for herself these days.

With a sigh, she unlocked the door and stepped into her apartment, only for the scent to hit her full blast. She turned to her right, towards her kitchen. Standing there was Chat Noir in a chef’s hat, wearing an apron with a cartoon cat on it saying 'Feline Up for Some Dinner' - the cartoon cat also had a chef's hat, she noted in a daze. Chat Noir was merrily humming to himself while stirring a red sauce on the stovetop, a tall pot boiling nearby. Her small kitchen table, normally overburdened with distinctly non-food items like fabrics and dishes, had been cleaned off with two plates and a vase with a pink flower adorning it. She watched the scene for a few long moments before Chat Noir turned around and noticed she was standing stock still in the doorway.

Brief surprise gave way to a broad grin. “Hey, purrincess! I wasn’t sure when you got off work today, so I kinda got here way earlier than I needed to.” He rubbed the back of his neck when she didn’t immediately respond. Instead, she walked towards him, dropping off her purse on her couch as she passed by.

“Sorry I didn’t call or anything, I wanted to surprise you since its your birthday! Oh, that reminds me,” he disappeared below the countertop between them. He emerged with a box covered in cartoon cat face wrapping paper and pushed it towards her. “Happy birthday!”

She looked down at the box, slowly unwrapping it. Inside was a handmade card saying that she was “Pawsitively the best fur-real friend a cat could ask for,” a couple quality sketchbooks, and a few dvds of her favorite movies that her collection had been sorely lacking.

“Chat… I don’t know what to say…”

The feline hero shrugged, his lips quirking up in a barely suppressed smile. “Then don’t say anything. Dinner is almost ready, so go ahead and take a seat while I finish making it.” He turned back around to attend to the red sauce and stir the pasta.

Once she sitting at the table, she took a deep breath to savor the scent of the food. “I didn’t know you could cook, chaton.”

“I can’t,” he laughed, “I know just a few dishes. It’s been a while since I made arrabbiata, but I’ve been practicing for the last two weeks to get it right.”

“Why that dish?” Not that she was complaining - it smelled delicious.

“Well, you’ve mentioned that you liked spicy food, all I can cook is Italian, and arrabbiata is the only Italian dish I know of that’s got the heat.” She had a vague memory of them discussing food choices when they were considering if they wanted to order take out a few weeks ago. Had he really held onto that little tidbit of information for that long?

Before she could ask more questions - like, for example, why he could only cook Italian - he took her plate and handed it back laden with the steaming pasta and red sauce. Despite what he seemed to think, it had ended up amazing and if he tried to talk down his cooking abilities in the future, she’d have to give him a firm smack upside the head.

Somewhere between the unexpected meal and the ensuing conversation, Marinette felt the tension that had been building up throughout the day melt away. And for the first time since she moved here, her apartment felt like a home.

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Sting's entire life changed when he was eleven years old and his best friend Rogue told a secret that he'd promised to keep. Taken away from the father who abused him and the best friend who'd tried to save him, Sting tried to start a new life with his uncle. But the trauma wasn't easy to escape, and eventually Sting turned to drinking to forget the things that hurt.

Now he's an adult, and he hasn't been sober in years. But when drinking nearly kills him and a near-stranger saves his life, Sting has a chance to turn his life around, and maybe become the man that Rogue deserves to love.

Chapter Summary: Sting's trying to move on with his life, but he can't stop wondering why his dad hurt him.

Chapters (8/?): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe, Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel & Sting Eucliffe, Sting Eucliffe & Weisslogia Characters: Sting Eucliffe, Natsu Dragneel, Rogue Cheney, Gray Fullbuster, Weisslogia (Fairy Tail) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Past Child Abuse, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Trans Character, Trans Sting, Friendship, Childhood Friends, Sting-focused story, Sting is a disaster, Natsu's a great friend, Rogue tries to do what's right, Tumblr: FTLGBTales Series: Part 2 of i'm still standing

**TW for flashback to physical abuse

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frac·ture | \ ˈfrak-chər noun :  the act or process of breaking or the state of being broken

vi spring age thirteen

A few weeks into the summer after grade eight, Sting wakes up to shouting.

He yawns, sitting up and rubbing his face as he tries to pick out who is saying what. It sounds like Uncle Wes, but Sting’s never heard him yell before, so it seems unlikely. Sting quickly pulls on a sweater, then cracks the door open and peeks down the stairs.

It is Uncle Wes. He’s standing in the front entrance, talking who whoever is outside. He’s not yelling anymore, but Sting can still make out what he’s saying.

“Get out,” Uncle Wes says. His voice is hard and fierce in a way Sting’s never heard before. “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing.” There’s a pause, and he adds, “I don’t care if you’re my brother.”

Sting freezes, fingers wrapped around the banister as the words slowly sink in. He’s about to take a step forward when the voice on the other side of the door gets louder.

“Just lemme see her.”

Sting’s heart stops and he can’t breathe because the last time he heard that voice everything was broken, and his head hurt and he couldn’t stop crying and—

“You lost that right a long time ago,” Uncle Wes growls. “You know you’re not allowed to be here. Get out.”

Everything’s going blurry and Sting sits down hard on the top step, shaking as the world falls away around him. He tries to ground himself – that’s what his therapist keeps saying, but every single thing she’s ever told him slips away as he struggles to keep breathing.

“I’m her fath—”

“You are nothing,” Uncle Wes says. There’s a loud bang and the sound of splintered wood, and Sting bites back a terrified scream, wrapping his arms around his legs and pressing his forehead to his knees.

Go away, he thinks desperately, wishing he were brave enough to open his eyes. Please don’t hurt me. I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet. Please.

“Just let me—”

“I told you to get out.” Uncle Wes’ voice is the quiet kind of angry that leaves Sting with a low, thrumming panic in his chest. His arms ache where he’s digging his fingernails into the skin, and the pain is the only real thing right now. “I will never let you hurt him again. Ever.”

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“Him? I didn’t—”

“Save your bullshit for your parole officer,” Uncle Wes growls. “You might have some people fooled, but I was the one who picked him up from the hospital. I know what you did, and don’t you dare think for one goddamned second that I’m ever going to let you anywhere near my nephew.”

When the other voice start shouting, the tiny part of Sting that’s been holding onto reality snaps, and he’s eleven again, terrified and hiding.

Please, he thinks desperately as tears slip down his cheeks. He wants Kelly to find him and hug him and tell him it’s going to be okay.

Sting’s not sure how much time passes – the shouting stops and the door slams, and after that he doesn’t listen. Eventually, he hears someone coming up the stairs and he presses himself against the wall, heart slamming against his chest so hard that he can’t breathe. Something touches his arm and he flinches, bringing his hand up to cover his face.

“It’s just me,” a gentle voice says, and Sting hears the stair creak as Uncle Wes settles down next to him. “I’m so sorry, he’s gone now. Are you okay? ”

Sting shakes his head, trying to stop shaking – it’s like every piece of him is trying to escape in different directions. He holds his breath and grinds his teeth and bites the inside of his lip, but none of it works. Eventually he peeks up at Uncle Wes, who gives Sting a sad smile and opens his arms.

Sting hesitates for only a second before accepting the hug. “You’re safe now,” Uncle Wes murmurs as Sting cries against his shoulder, curling up against his chest. “I’m so sorry. He’s not allowed to be here.”

“Wh-why…” Sting can’t make words yet, just focuses on the gentle weight of Uncle Wes’ hand on his arm. “He’s… I…”

“I’m sorry,” Uncle Wes says again, kissing the top of Sting’s head. “He’s not in jail anymore, but he has someone called a probation officer that makes sure he follows the rules. One of those rules is that he’s not allowed to come near you, and he’s going to get in trouble for being here.”

Sting rubs his face with the back of his hand as the pounding in his chest starts to come back to normal. He lets out a shaky breath, then asks, “why was he here?”

It’s not the question he expected to ask, but the fear in his chest is slowly shifting into a barbed, burning anger.

“I’m not sure,” Uncle Wes admits, pulling back and brushing Sting’s hair out of his eyes. “But that doesn’t matter, he can’t come here, and he can’t see you.”

Sting rubs his face and pulls away from Uncle Wes. His skin feels raw, stretched over the wrong body, everything sharp and aching.

“I wanna be alone,” he says quietly. Uncle Wes nods, standing up and reaching out to help Sting up. Sting stares at the outstretched hand, then shakes his head and pushes himself to his feet.

“I’ll come check on you in a little bit,” Uncle Wes says, taking a step back down the stairs. “Maybe we can get pizza tonight?”

Sting doesn’t say anything, just rubs his arms and heads back down the hallway to his room. His mind is a jumbled mess, fear warring with a sudden, dangerous fury that sparks and burns through him.

He spends the rest of the weekend hiding in his bedroom. Uncle Wes tries to coax him out a few times with offers of pizza and movies, but Sting just shakes his head, curling up on the bed and staring at the wallpaper.

His dad isn’t in jail anymore.

Uncle Wes had talked to him about it a few weeks ago. He’d tried to explain things like plea bargains and sentencing, but it had all gone over Sting’s head. In the end, all that had mattered was that Sting’s dad knew the right kind of people, and even the scar on Sting’s forehead wasn’t enough to keep him away.

Let me talk to my daughter.

Sting can’t remember the last thing his dad said to him. Everything about that day is hazy – whenever his therapist asks about it, all Sting can feel is pain and nausea and a low, thrumming sense of terror. He knows that his dad yelled and swore when the police came, but before, when he’d hurt Sting, he’d been quiet.

The silence had been cold and terrifying, and when Sting closes his eyes and forces himself to try and remember, he nearly throws up. It’s not like a memory in movies – there’s no timeline to it, no clear image of what happened. Instead it’s pieces. Bits of things he’s pushed away for so long.

The front door clicking shut. Dad’s cold, dark eyes. Sunlight glinting off the broken glass. Trying so hard to be quiet. Dad’s hand in his hair. His head hitting the coffee table. Bright sparks of pain. The TV screen shattering. Fingers tight around his wrist. Heart rabbit-thumping as he hid in the closet, trying to be small, trying to be quiet, trying to be good.

Sting growls in frustration and sits up, throwing his pillow across the room. It knocks his pile of books to the floor, and Sting stares at them, picturing tearing out all the pages and ripping the covers to pieces.

He wants to break something like his dad broke him.

Instead he grabs his other pillow, pressing it against his face while he screams. The anger burns through him, hot and jagged, and no matter how many tears soak the fabric, it won’t go away.

Why? The word circles through his head, repeating over and over until it overwhelms him and he punches the mattress. Why did you hurt me, why didn’t you love me, why wasn’t I enough, why, why, why?

Sting tosses the pillow aside and flops back onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as something determined settles into his chest. His dad is terrifying, but he’s the only one with answers, and Sting finally has a chance to find out.

When Uncle Wes goes to sleep, Sting slips out of his room and creeps down to the kitchen. Uncle Wes’ phone is sitting on the counter charging, and Sting stares at it for a long time before picking it up and opening Uncle Wes’ contact list. He scrolls through it, searching for his dad’s name. He doesn’t expect to find it – Uncle Wes hasn’t talked to Sting’s dad since he went to jail, and even before that. But his number is saved there, and Sting clicks on it before he can change his mind.

He doesn’t have time to feel afraid because his dad picks up after the first ring and growls, “thought you told me to fuck off.”

It feels like being slapped. Everything in Sting tenses and he nearly hangs up.

“What do you want, Wes?” his dad asks.

Sting sucks in a shaky breath, then whispers, “dad?”

There’s a long silence on the other end of the phone. Sting’s convinced that his dad can hear his heart pounding – it’s slamming against his chest so hard he can barely breathe. He sinks down to the ground, pulling his knees to his chest and pinching the back of his arm to keep himself from crying.

“Abbey?” his dad says eventually.

“Yeah,” Sting says quietly, even though he hasn’t heard that name in over a year. He looks over at the stairs, listening carefully for any movement from Uncle Wes, but the only sound in the house is the dishwasher running.

“Does Wes know you’re calling me?”

Sting shakes his head. “No,” he says. “He said you weren’t allowed to see me.”

His dad sighs, and Sting can picture him rubbing the bridge of his nose and staring at the ground with his jaw tense and lines on his forehead. “I’m not,” his dad says eventually. “But I want to.”

The nausea comes back immediately, filling Sting’s stomach with bile that he can taste at the back of his throat. He forces himself to say, “me too.”

“Can you come to the park?” his dad asks, and it takes Sting a second to realize that he’s talking about the park next to their old home. Crocus is over two hours away by bus, but Sting knows where Uncle Wes’ wallet is, and he can walk to the stop from their house.

“Yeah,” he says. He presses his forehead against his knees. Part of him thinks he should just ask his dad now, on the phone, but Sting needs to see his face when he answers the question. Sting just needs to know. If he hurries, he can make it there and back to the house before Uncle Wes wakes up.

“Okay,” his dad says. His voice is soft, suddenly, and Sting clutches the phone tighter to keep his hand from trembling.

“I’ll be there in a couple hours,” he says, staring out the window at the cloudy, moonless sky. “See you soon.”

As soon as he hangs up the phone, Sting runs to the bathroom and throws up. He shivers, spitting the taste out of his mouth and wiping away the sweat on his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. He can’t stop shaking, can’t stop thinking about being eleven and throwing up in the closet because his head hurt so badly he could barely see.

Eventually he picks himself up off the floor and runs the tap, splashing his face and rinsing out his mouth. Then he stares at himself in the mirror for a long time. Eventually he combs his hair to cover his scar, then takes a deep breath and leaves for the bus stop.

Sting makes it to the park without throwing up again. He shoves his hands deep in his pockets to keep them from shaking, and every time he closes his eyes and opens them again, the lights around him blur. It’s like he’s floating behind everything; a ghost of someone who isn’t afraid.

He drags the terrified, furious pieces of himself over the sidewalk cracks, across the dirty asphalt and the plants growing through the concrete. When he sees the bench where he used to meet Rogue in the mornings on the way to school, something cracks in Sting’s chest and he starts to cry, desperately wiping at his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater.

He can’t cry. Not now. Right now, he needs to be brave, because he needs to know why.

A hand drops onto Sting’s shoulder and he pulls away quickly, spinning around and stumbling backward as his heart pounds against his ribs. It takes him a second to realize that the hand is attached to a person, and that the person is his father.

“Abbey?”

His dad looks the same. Nothing’s changed in the last three years except the graying stubble on his chin. Sting stares at him, a rush of anger flooding through him as all the moments he’s been trying to avoid catch up to him.

“I…” Sting tries to say something, but he can’t quite breathe around the mix of fury and fear. When his dad takes a step toward him, Sting scrambles backward, nearly tripping over a crack in the sidewalk, and catches himself on the arm of the park bench. His dad’s movements are uncoordinated, and it takes Sting a second to realize that he smells like beer.

Everything Sting had planned to say is instantly gone, determined resentment replaced by terror, and instead he whispers, “I’m sorry,” because that’s all he’s ever said to his father. I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet, I promise.

“His nephew,” Sting’s dad says softly, and his eyes widen as he finally puts the pieces together. “You’re a…”

“Please,” Sting begs, digging his fingernails into his palms as he takes short, shallow breaths. All he wants to know is why. “I won’t… I didn’t do anything wr-wrong, I was trying to be quiet and I don’t understand why you…”

“You think you’re a boy,” his dad says, ignoring the way Sting’s stumbling over his words. He reaches out for Sting’s arm and Sting pushes himself further back toward the bench, but his father’s fingers close around his wrist. Suddenly Sting is six and crying, eight and hiding, nine and begging, eleven and not knowing what he did wrong.

“I…”

“What the hell has he been doing with you?”

“Nothing,” Sting says, trying to keep his voice steady as he tugs at his dad’s grip. “Let go of me.”

His father’s face is cold, and he tightens his grip on Sting’s wrist. Shadows play across his cheeks from the dim light of the streetlamps, making him look sharp and dangerous. Now that he’s closer, it’s clear that he’s been drinking – his eyes are red and the look he’s giving Sting makes the scar on his forehead hurt.

“Why?” Sting asks, every muscle in his body tense as he tries not to pull away. If he fights back, it’ll just be worse.

“Why what?” his dad mutters, and Sting can’t stop crying.

“You…” Sting swallows, then rubs at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, trying to keep the tears from spilling down his cheeks. “I jus —”

“Stop it,” his dad snaps, tightening his grip on Sting’s wrist until it hurts. It always hurts. “You’re so goddamn emotional. Always crying about stupid shit.”

grow up

stop crying

don’t be such a baby

“I’m n-not—” Sting starts, but his dad interrupts, yanking him forward and hissing, “Shut up.”

Sting squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head, but the blow he’s expecting never comes. Instead, the grip on his wrist loosens and he stumbles, hitting the back of his legs against the park bench. When he looks up, a police officer is standing there, one hand on his dad’s shoulder.

“Is everything okay here?” she asks, and for a second Sting thinks it’s Kelly. A desperate part of him wants to hide behind her, but then he realizes that it’s not her, and he’s not supposed to be here, and his dad looks like he’s going to run.

Sting’s breath catches as he stares at his dad, and the realization settles in his chest, cold and sharp – there is no reason. There is no why. His dad didn’t hurt him because he was too loud, or because he didn’t do the dishes, or because he didn’t come home on time.

There is no why, and it’s never going to change.

“We’re fine,” his dad growls at the same time that Sting whispers, “Help.”

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Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 7

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wren Arnold (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Thanksgiving 2020

The rest of October and most of November passed quickly for Chris and Addy and before they knew it, it was Thanksgiving Day. As per tradition, they arrived at his mom's house just in time for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade to begin.

Chris helped Addy put a cinnamon roll on a plate and then got her a sippy cup of milk before she joined her cousins in front of the TV. He quickly fixed his own plate and then took a seat next to his younger sister on the couch.

"I'm happy you guys are here this year," she said glancing at him with a smile.

"Me, too," he agreed.

He and Jessa had met when she'd been a wardrobe assistant on the first Avenger’s movie, but they hadn't really hit it off until they'd met again during the filming for Avengers: Age of Ultron. She had been dating someone at the time, but there had been something about her that had called to him. So, when she'd showed up to the Captain America: Civil War set single, he hadn't wasted a second before asking her out.

Considering they'd married within a year's time, things had developed pretty quickly for them and he had given up living on the East Coast when she'd taken a TV show job in Los Angeles. Said job had made it nearly impossible for them to travel from coast to coast for a short trip, especially with a toddler, so they'd spent the last three Thanksgivings out west, away from his family.

"Daddy! Look it's you!" Addy shouted excitedly, pointing at the Captain America on the TV.

"Inside voices, Addy," he chuckled as a Marvel float with most of the iconic characters on it crossed their screen. Glancing around the room and seeing his family members gathered together made it seem like the old days where the only thing missing was Wren and parents. "Mom, when are the Arnolds' getting here?"

Chris's eyes followed his mom's as she glanced at his brother and then followed his brother's eyes as they went to their older sister then back to their mom. Even his younger sister shifted awkwardly in her seat next to him. Clearly, they all knew something he didn't.

"The Arnolds' aren't coming today," his mom finally answered. "They went to spend the day with -" she glanced in kids’ direction and saw that they were looking at her. "- with their daughter."

Chris could feel his mom and siblings watching him as he processed to the news. He felt crushed. He'd spent the last two months working through the issues that had been a result of his relationship with Jessa, but also ones that, according to his therapist, stemmed back from when his parents divorced. Not to mention, the memories of Wren that had swirled around his head and made appearances in his therapy sessions. He had been looking forward getting a chance to talk to her and apologize to her for being the world's biggest asshole in her final days with him.

But clearly, those final days had caused more damage than he'd realized. It was clear to him now that Wren hated him and wanted nothing to do with him. Why else would she have changed her phone number? A fact he'd learned in late October when he'd tried to call her.

"I need coffee," he said, standing up. The kids had, thankfully, turned their attention back to the TV, but he didn't want to break down in front of them, especially not Addy. His little girl had the biggest heart and was prone to crying when she saw people around her crying.

Going into the kitchen, Chris poured himself a cup of coffee and then grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and added a couple splashes to his coffee. He held onto the bottle a second longer than necessary, tempted to just drink it instead of his coffee, but shook off the thought. He screwed the lid back on and then headed for the stairs down to the basement, needing sometime alone to process everything.

At the start of the summer, Wren had been who she'd always been to him: his best friend in the whole world. Then she'd started helping with Addy and she'd quickly become the person he wanted to help him raise Addy. At the time, he hadn't picture anything more than a friendship with her, because that had been their role in each other’s life. But sometime during the summer, his feelings had gotten convoluted and even now, four months later, he still wasn't sure what his feelings for Wren were.

He loved her, obviously, but it wasn't like the love he had for his other friends. Not to mention that it was a totally different love than he'd had for his previous girlfriends, too. Just like the woman herself, his love for Wren was totally unique.

"I thought I'd find you down here," Scott said, coming down the stairs. "You ok?"

"She hates me, doesn't she?" Chris asked, staring down at his empty mug. He couldn't look at his brother's face for fear of what his expression would be.

"Wren? Hate you?" Scott let out a laugh so obnoxious Chris had to look up at him. "Hate is the last thing she feels about you."

"But you didn't see her face that day," Chris stated, not even having to close his eyes to see the broken expression that had been on Wren's face that last day. "And she didn't come today."

"You broke her heart, Chris," Scott said as he sat down on the couch. "She might have been mad at you, but the poor girl has been in love with your sorry ass since we were in high school."

"She's what?" Chris asked, dumbstruck. "No way. I would have known."

"You didn't," Scott said with a chuckle. "She and I got a little tipsy after her senior prom. I told her I was gay and she told me she was in love with you."

Chris shook his head in disbelief. He and Wren had been out of high school for twenty years and she hadn't said a word.

"It was never the time for her to tell you," Scott explained with a sigh. "I tried to get her to tell you before she left, but, well, you know what happened."

Chris nodded as guilt flooded his stomach. His therapist had theorized that his comments to Wren about never marrying again as well as his sudden need to get a vasectomy had been part of the subconscious changes in his feelings towards Wren. That theory, added to the knowledge that she'd been in love with him, explained why she had been so hurt and why she had fled so quickly.

"She's never coming back, is she?" he asked.

"I don't know," Scott replied. "But I think she deserves the chance to move on with her life if she can."

"Will you tell her I'm sorry about everything?" Chris asked.

"Chris, she cut us all out of her life," Scott said, slowly. "All we know is what her mom has told mom. Wren is settled and loves her new job."

The rest of the day was a blur for Chris as he tried to process all the information floating in his head. He wasn't sure if Scott's revelation was a help or a hindrance in the large scheme of things. If anything, it made his feelings for Wren even more confusing than they had been before.

Chris was still trying to process it all, a week later, when an unlisted number called him. In the past, he never would have answered a call from a restricted number, but knowing Wren was out there somewhere, he answered it quickly. To his dismay, it wasn't Wren, but to his complete and utter shock, it was Jessa.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I called you."

"A little," Chris lied through his teeth. After the way she had up and left the house after handing him the divorce and custody papers, including one in which she gave up her rights as Addy's mom, he had never expected to hear from her again.

"I'm engaged," she said, getting right to the point. "He just asked me tonight and I didn't want you to find out from someone else."

"You're engaged," he repeated in disbelief.

"I know it seems sudden," she said. "But I met him through a friend of a friend and he's amazing, Chris."

"Does he know you don't want kids?" he cut her off, his tone bitter.

"Yes," Jessa replied, quietly. "And he is of the same mind."

"And does he know about Addy?"

"Yes."

Nothing was said for a couple minutes as Chris let everything absorb. His ex-wife was engaged just shy of a year after asking him for a divorce that had blindsided him completely.

"How did we get here, Jessa?" he asked with a sigh. "I thought we were happy. I thought things were good."

"That's because you were happy, Chris," she said. "You had everything you'd ever wanted. A wife and a kid." Her voice cracked. "I tried, Chris. I tried really hard to be the wife you needed me to be and the mother to Addy that you wanted me to be, but I wasn't being true to myself."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked her. He vaguely recalled her saying that at the beginning of their conversation, a year ago, but he'd shut down when she'd told him she didn't want to be a mom. A part of him didn't want to have this conversation, but he knew that this was an important conversation that needed to happen.

"I never wanted to be a mom, Chris." She sighed. "Then I met you and every time a kid came to set or you spent time with your costars' kids, I knew you were meant to be a dad. I knew that the world wouldn't be right if Chris Evans never had babies of his own." She sniffed. "I told myself that you wanting kids would be enough and that I could be happy by making you happy.

"And I was happy, Chris. I swear to you, I was happy. I was thrilled when you proposed and we started planning the wedding. And yes, I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant just hours before my final dress fitting, but I knew how happy you would be when you found out. And my God, you were the happiest I've ever seen you that night.

"Then we had Adelaide and she was perfect and you were perfect. And I felt like I had lost myself. It sounds horrible, I know, but I wanted to be back at work, helping with costumes for the movie, but I was stuck in a rental house with a screaming baby. Then we went back to LA and it got better for a bit, but I didn't feel the pull to her like you did. Like you do.

"My friend recommended a therapist and I put off seeing her until the summer that Adelaide turned two. I wanted desperately for her to tell me that I would get over it and we could keep living the way we were, but the sessions made me realize that by putting your dreams in front of mind, I had stifled myself."

Silence fell between them again as Chris processed what she had told him. He felt guilty for never asking her if she wanted to have kids and guilty for not noticing that she was depressed. But he also knew, from many hours spent with his own therapist, that some of the blame was on her, too, for not speaking up and not telling him what was going on.

"Do you regret it all?" he asked her.

"Us being together? No. Chris, I fell in love with you hard and fast. We made a beautiful daughter and I know that one day, she and I will have to talk about my decision, but I hope that she will be able to understand in the end."

"Where did we go wrong?"

"Honestly, I think we got caught up in being in love and wanting to get married before we reached our late 30's. It didn't help that we were on a set with people constantly telling us how perfect we were for each other." She laughed. "God, you should have had Wren come down to visit. They would have taken one look at the two of you and wondered why you were even wasting your time with me when she was in your life."

"What do you mean?" Chris demanded. He took a deep breath and then said, "Sorry. It's just that Wren and I sort of had a falling out a few months back."

"Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry," Jessa replied, her voice sincere. "She was lovely and always nice to me whenever we were together. I suspected that -"

"That she was in love with me?" Chris cut in.

"Oh, I knew she was in love with you," Jessa stated. "But I trusted you enough that I knew you'd never cheat on me and she was so genuine that I never worried about the two of you being alone together. No, what I suspected was that you'd move back to Boston and settle down with her. What happened?"

The idea of talking to his ex-wife about his problems with Wren made Chris want to roll his eyes, but in the end, that was exactly what he did. It took nearly another hour, but everything that had been circling in his head with no sense of organization spilled out of his mouth as Jessa listened. She made a few comments and observations, but for the most part just remained quiet.

By the time, Chris hit the end button on his phone, the storm cloud of thoughts that had been roaming around his head had settled down. He had tried to talk everything through with his therapist, just the other day, but it hadn't worked as well as talking to Jessa had done. Neither had talking to his mom. But with Jessa's help, he had come to a realization that should have startled him, but it didn't.

He loved Lauren "Wren" Arnold, his best friend, and in a more than "just friends" way.

Knowing there was something else he had to do, Chris sent his agent a text, asking him to find the doctor in the USA with the most successful vasectomy reversals. Success being measured in the number of kids born after the reversal.

Chapter 8

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Jackpot | pt. 3 [FINAL]

(Found this picture in @youthstuffs , thank you for posting it)

Genre: Fluff and Crack, I guess…

Warnings: None

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x @taesbetch , Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Counting: 8.5k

Synopsis: Nya spent her whole life in Las Vegas, she would never imagine that local knowledge would ever be useful. However, her vision changed when Kim Seokjin appeared and introduced her to a few friends, film producers, whose needed guidance through Las Vegas underrated places for a movie. She agreed in working for them, and in that moment none of their lives would ever be the same. What happens in Vegas, not always has to be kept in Vegas.

A/N: Heeeeeeeey Nya!! Finally the last chapter! The oneshot has originally 20.958 words, so I decided to split it in three chapters. It’s the final one. The closure of this rhapsody (am I cocky, lol?), yeah. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing, ‘cuz it was fun talking about RPDR, movies, Vhope, Jeon Seagull, Namjoon, you, Dragon! Yoongi au spitting fiiire oooh, Star Trek references, etc :) Forgive any grammar mistakes.

- x - x - x - x -

Yoongi knew it. He fucking knew it in the moment Namjoon began contending about some girl willing to guide them through Las Vegas. He saw back in then that something would rotten up during the process. Nothing could ever go soft and swift, every damn time, Kim Namjoon would come up with some drama, or Hoseok and Taehyung would fight, or the pipes from their filming location would BUST IN GEYSERS FROM EVERY WALL AND FLOOR.

He could gain money by showing off his auguring powers. At least from some dumb folk like Namjoon.

They worked together for 10 years. A decade living through ups and downs, but what kept their Cinematography Company moving and succeeding was the timing. Namjoon directs a successful movie, then gets involved with someone, breaks up and directs a shitty movie. It was a cycle in which Yoongi never complained and watched happening time after time. In 10 years, Kim Namjoon proved to be a genius and that he acknowledge the romantic vicious cycle, never defying it by getting involved with someone after almost breaking their business.

In situations of risk like these, Yoongi takes over his Spock role and always gives good advices to Captain Namjoon. It was his Vulcan power, after all. The Enterprise never bankrupted precisely because everytime one of the bosses made a bold move or a bad decision, someone would soothe it with a better idea or stopping before happening.

This time, though, Namjoon was being a stubborn bitch. Yoongi considered the idea of poisoning him and keeping the whole company under his name and charge.

Oh, he really pondered and even searched for undetectable poisons, but their 10 years story spoke louder than the homicidal side of Min Yoongi.

Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi met whilst working. They were producing the songs from a soundtrack, after so many nights of writing and playing instruments, sometimes all by themselves, their similarities brought them closer. A beautiful and honest friendship blossomed, nurtured with honest, curses, talent, humor, sarcasm and a lot of partnership.

Eventually, their dreams became way too big and only working for a company wasn't satisfying them. With their savings combined, Namjoon and Yoongi registered a firm called “Enterprise Inc.”. They had the name and ideas, but only when Taehyung and Hoseok appeared that their machine began working.

Independent movies were becoming a trend, so their company grew and more people got hired to different task. Jimin, Jungkook, Emerson, Jade, Taylor, Shmaillah, Zariah and Robin were now part of their big family. They treated each other like relatives.

However, since not everything happened smoothly, Namjoon also had his flaws. Unfortunately, his passion and volatility affected financially their business and finances. Kim Namjoon loved loving, but his kind of love changes fast and finishing a relationship always turned him into a grumpy man.

His longest relationship lasted 1 year and a half, with an author and professor of Creative Writing at London Institute of Art, Barbara. Unfortunately, their break up made Namjoon extra unbearable, to a point where the actors hired would quit and the filming had to be stopped. His mood swings almost led Enterprise to declare bankrupt.

Of course Yoongi dated, actually he's been officially living with Emerson for over five months, but his personal life never affected the professional. Home feuds stayed at home, even because his girlfriend worked as head from the Enterprise's Marketing and Advertising department.

After discussing, they slept for four hours. Yoongi always valued his sleep and would rest whenever (and wherever) possible, but their argue made the atmosphere inside the room unbearable. Namjoon couldn't sleep as well, he knew Min was right, but and if he allowed himself getting closer to Nya, then doubtlessly at some point would end up falling for her. Namjoon was an assumed romantic mushy, but with a volatile heart.

They went to the buffet, dragging a sleepy Jungkook and an awaken Hoseok jogging, dancing, humming and texting his boyfriend, also animated and sending copious audios thrilled with the last night events. Even though it was already noon, people having breakfast could be seen all around.

— I can see a whole bunch of people with last night’s makeup smudged. Walk of shame, guys. - Jungkook murmured after drinking a whole mug of coffee.

— You walked in the hotel with someone else’s skirt, smudged makeup and cummed pants in a brown paper bag. Walk of shame, bro. - Yoongi grinned and stared at Jungkook.

— Last night was nuts, wasn’t it? - The younger one asked, sipping from his second mug. - We started in a bar and end up in a Ball. What the fuck, I love my life.

— Yeah. Crazy night. - Namjoon disassembled himself from the conversation with a sweep of hand.

Jungkook could feel the tension around. Namjoon and Yoongi were clearly pissed at each other, and it was palpable around. The air was borderline toxic with so much electricity. However, Jeon could rightfully guess why. In his time working for Enterprise Inc., that same negative energy surrounded them plenty of times before. Currently, everyone knew their financial situation, since two actors decided to leave the project in order to get away from Namjoon and his bad temper, and one actress who broke contract after being casted to a bigger production.

Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon were great egos and minds. Working together represented war and success. They bickered, yet found ways to reconcile and respect each other’s differences, at least during toil days of finishing every detail, since both were also meticulous with lighting, angles, planning thoroughly even colours and shades. In fact, Jungkook graduated in cinema, but most of his practical knowledge was obtained by watching his bosses.

For a matter of fact, Jungkook could have chosen to remain in Korea and work with K-Dramas, movies or even MVs. Their cinematography industry was in constant growth, Jeon would never actually be unemployed, mainly with his fame as an idol. Even though his payment wasn’t the highest one, residing in London wasn’t impossible or uncomfortable, he could be classified as a wealthy lad, since the fame acquired during his boygroup years still paid him for image copyright licensing.

Jungkook was so famous in Korea, that every film produced by Enterprise Inc. sold like water on desert. Their film grossing came 6% from Seoul only. His stardom reached such a level that Jeon Seagull was mentioned beside great names like BIGBANG and Super Junior.

When Jungkook became 25 years old, his biggest fan club in England during a whole month sent 25 roses to the Enterprise Inc. building daily.

Although, even with fame and constant proofs of how influential he still was, Jungkook felt good by being treated like a younger brother. No one gave him a special treatment or rolled out a red carpet whenever he walked around. Once, after having a small party at Yoongi’s place, he vented with his hyungs about fame and all, Min Yoongi stared at him blankly and said placid:

— I couldn’t care less about your idol life and shit. For me, you are Jeon Jungkook and works with film editing, you can even sing whilst doing your job, but it will never earn you a golden star.

It worried him watching his hyungs and main inspirations brawling, probably over Namjoon’s love interest in Nya and how it would affect his work. Also, Jungkook knew about money problems and thought about offering some cash to help and stabilize their finances, however everyone knew Yoongi would rather sell a kidney before accepting any loan.

— NOO!! - Hoseok yelled and punched the table, cell phone still on his other hand and eyes furiously staring at the screen. That unexpected behavior startled everyone.

— What happened? Did someone die? - Namjoon questioned, genuinely worried.

— No! But someone is about to! Taehyung finished watching The Umbrella Academy without me! I'm going to kill my boyfriend! - Hoseok declared and began typing furiously.

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Nya felt an apprehension in the air, like something was off. Namjoon and Yoongi barely looked at each other, definitely not a subtle change from their past behavior. It could be only a hangover, or not. Well, she wasn’t in such position to question them.

Whilst Namjoon and Yoongi were silent, Hoseok and Jungkook were jamming to whatever played on the radio, creating choreographies out of blue and pulling the grumpy men. Maybe in a common day things were like that, very balanced: two neutrons and two protons.

Their last demand was going to thrift shops, and places selling wigs. Their desire was an order, so Nya chose “Opportunity Village Thrift Store” and Honey’s favourite place to buy wigs.

The ride to Opportunity Village seemed to last forever. Namjoon wanted to talk and have fun along with Nya, Hoseok and Jungkook, but Yoongi could consider it flirting and throw a homeric tantrum. Oh, he would die out of embarrassment.

Arriving was a relief. Yoongi stretched his legs and stared at Jeon. Before leaving the hotel, they decided that having Yoongi always sitting on Hoseok’s lap wasn’t fair, so using their best tool of democracy (a.k.a rock, scissor, paper) the last ones would play to decide who would flump and who would be flumped. In conclusion, maintaining a Jungkook steady during a car ride isn’t comfortable.

Opportunity Village Thrift Store looked huge. Garment tracks, clothing rails, huge baskets and hampers with colourful fabrics and shoes. It felt like a paradise and a warzone. Namjoon seriously considered the idea of diving in one of them, only to test how it feels like, but kept a composed behavior.

Nya got in and pulled a huge pink coat from one of the baskets, throwing it in Yoongi’s direction, whose first reflex was to deviate, watching the fabric becoming a puddle on his feet. He picked it up and dressed. Understanding it as an ice-breaker, everyone else decided to have their fun exploring what the store had to offer.

— I’m gonna pop some tags. Only got 20 dollars in my pocket. - Hoseok began singing happily, getting out from the fitting room with a huge ass fur coat covering down his knees, pink glasses and platform shoes.

Jungkook was with his body halfway in one of the baskets, but after listening the fitting room’s door opening, he stood up using a baseball cap, a t-shirt made of black tulle with Xs covering the nipples. Hoseok never behaved discreetly, but seeing him all dressed up and singing Macklemore, it made Jeon cackle and sit on the ground.

— You look like an asian version of Elton John on a budget! - Jungkook managed to utter between guffaws.

Before Jungkook died out of laughter, Namjoon showed up with a brown ushanka covering his lilac hair, white jacket with voluptuous shoulder pads and a brown clutch. Jung was about to pronounce something, when Kim opened a huge and glittery fan that was hidden inside the jacket’s pocket.

— You look like a cheap version of Adam Lambert, Jeon. - Namjoon sounded serious, but a quirk dimpley smile took over his features.

Everyone laughed and looked around for Nya, since Yoongi was anything but undercover with his bright pink coat, sitting on one wooden bench close to the fitting rooms, he typed something on the cellphone, a deadly serious face, not even paying attention to all foolery.

The woman emerged from the third and last fitting room. She was using a dress made of golden sequins, her cleavage in evidence and left leg standing out of a opening. Namjoon, Jungkook and Hoseok shut up and stared at her in awe.

— Can someone please make a joke so I will feel less embarrassed? - She muttered, cheeks getting warmer and redder with their eyes laying on her stunning figure.

— Nya, Big Bird from Sesame Street called. - Yoongi pronounced without looking at her, still typing and unfazed. - He wants his drag queen dress back.

They got back to laugh until tears were streaming down their faces, even Yoongi giggled a little. Everyone went back inside a fitting room, dressing back their own clothes and going out, looking for more funny outfits.

…

Namjoon and Nya would never understand or feel able to explain how, but somewhere between laughing at a pair of ugly ass shoes and grabbing more stuff to try on, they found themselves making out inside one fitting room. Sitting on the ground, her legs straddling him and his hands cupping her ass, their mouths connected and only separated looking for air (or taking turns in kissing necks), lips moving in sync and desperately grinding against each other.

After a few minutes swirling tongues and trading saliva, they stopped gasping for air, foreheads touching and now fingers intertwined, laying on Namjoon’s lap. Nya smiled and gave him a quick peck, without saying a word. They agreed in making out without pronouncing syllables, got there and began smooching, not a single sound needed.

Namjoon moved his hands and posed them on her waist, smiling whilst staring and decorating every feature from Nya’s attractive face. The dimples, oh those dimples, she held his face and began kissing those goddamn cute details. Namjoon moved his face a bit, getting back to peck her lips passionately.

— I don’t want to leave this fitting room ever again. - Namjoon whispered watching Nya hop off his lap and sit beside him, laying her head on his shoulder, a long arm enveloping around hers.

— If we are going to do something else, then we gotta leave. - Nya murmured and caressed his clothed knee, making small heart shapes there.

— I like the way you think. - His free hand lifted her chin leaning a little to kiss there again.

Before they could even think about continuing the make out session, a loud knock on the door was heard, startling them. Namjoon froze on his spot when a deep voice was heard, most specifically Yoongi’s voice.

— Kim Namjoon, why is Nya inside a fucking stall with you? - He sounded pissed off and it scared even the woman.

— W-who told something about Nya being here? - Namjoon questioned, trying to keep his cool.

— Who told me? A blue bird appeared to tell me. - His sarcasm sharp and killer like a knife, as always. - I COULD HEAR SOMEONE WHIMPERING FROM THE FRONT DOOR! AND IT WAS YOUR WHIMPERINGS!

Looking around, Namjoon tried to find another exit other than the door, in vain of course. Nya noticed Yoongi’s frown when he saw they kissing the day before, but would never imagine how against making out with her. By the way, why did Min even cared about it? Well, she didn’t understand, but Kim’s reaction surprised her: Glancing around desperately, fidgeting and anxious.

Did Yoongi carry a gun with him after all?

— Namjoon, you know I wouldn’t care about your romantic life, if you were capable of dicking down someone without falling in love and ruining our business! - Yoongi scolded profusely, words spitted like fire. The small man had flames inside his belly, always keen to burn whoever dared to cross his path and stumble. When their partnership became real and moneymaking, Namjoon’s creativity and intellect lost ground to Yoongi’s audacity, geniality and incredible honesty. Everyone in a meeting could witness how Min grows talking about money, market and tactics on getting attention, the same way Kim shrinks. 148 IQ points, tall and intimidating, but the business head looked like a human Hamtaro.

Indeed, Namjoon felt rickety closer to Yoongi. Who wouldn’t? Although their partnership equally shared in 50% of profit between them, who always controlled their accounts and hired people was Yoongi. Kim Namjoon was creative and smart, but Min Yoongi was ferocious, visionary, not afraid of facing bigger companies and calling attention to their work. Success depends on many more aspects than a well produced movie, knowing how to speak with business man, sell their product and spread their name. The universe knows Enterprise Inc., Mr. Spock always the mind, Captain Kirk their face and voice.

Namjoon wholeheartedly respected Yoongi, which was a mutual feeling.

It’s not like Yoongi was perfect and never made mistakes during their ten years career, running a filming company and producing polemical content.

Seven years ago, Min Yoongi dived from head to toe in a project about korean idols selling girls around the world, promoting prostitution and drug dealing. The movie was a mixture of documentary and fiction. Purposely or not, apparently the villain portrayed resembled a lot a certain manager from some big entertainment company and they were sued. Back in then, drowning in debts, Namjoon sat down and studied similar cases, learning with someone else’s past equivocation, he based their marketing on that judicial situation.

In the same way his sharp tongue and bold behavior made them big, Yoongi also caused a lot of trouble by saying something offensive. Once, Min Yoongi argued with a group of australian entrepreneurs, owners from a huge farm with mines around, a collaboration organised with Seokjin’s help was being discussed. Maybe joking about their political bias wasn’t the best choice of icebreaker, ‘cuz when they found themselves, Mr.Smith was red in anger and punching the table stopping himself from whacking Yoongi’s face.

However, Yoongi was right, Namjoon falls in love way too easily. Perhaps it was loneliness, or his massive levels of empathy. Fearing the loss of his company, Min Yoongi felt the grip and patience held along their trip fly away in the moment Jungkook and Hoseok appeared, but Kim and Nya were nowhere to be seen. Whimperings inside one stall, it was the last straw.

Nya and Namjoon got out the fitting room, red as beets. Yoongi had a hand covering his face, pissed off and trying to control his voice volume, not wanting to cause a stir.

— Why do you care? What happened of so serious? - Nya raised one eyebrow, still confused about Yoongi’s reaction about them making out. He would be sane to complain about public display of affection, but not the whole idea of someone kissing another human being.

— Namjoon is a workaholic, but also has a huge problem with loneliness. - Yoongi slid the hand down his face and stared at her, dead opaque eyes. - Every single time he gets attached to someone and breaks up, who deals with his tantrums and childish behavior, grumpy face and irascible humour, believe me, wouldn’t be you, it would be me, our hired actors, and of course our ring of friends. He gets unbearable.

— But we are not dating or in love, if anything ever happened, it wouldn’t leave Vegas. You are overreacting. - She was clearly embarrassed with the whole situation, when did she expressed any feeling of passion? Nya flirted with Namjoon and mentioned sex, but never said anything about dating, falling in love, or whatever.

— Yoongi, you are being irrational. I’m not in love, we are just young, horny and getting along. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. - Namjoon backed up Nya, pissing the hell off of Min, who took a long and deep breathe.

— Exactly! What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but you know who else will be staying in Vegas? Us. We’re coming back in a month and if you dick her down now, you will probably want to get another dose after. I want you fully focused on working in ‘Fierce’, not splitting your thoughts between tortuous falling in love and doing your job properly. - The shorter man spat, again fire coming off his mouth.

— I’m focused! I’m having fun, but also analyzing every place we’ve been to!

— Oh, you are focused, right? Focused like a fucking cannon under a drunk man’s watch! - Min Yoongi snapped, if he ever worried about not causing a stir, then it disappeared like Namjoon’s rationality. - Do you know what I was doing whilst everyone tried on clothes? I was trying to resolve some of our location renting problems and checking how the filming for our other projects are going. - He got closer to Kim, poking one of his long fingers against the taller one chest. - By the way, did you make any contact with Enterprise every since we landed in Vegas? Did you check your phone? Did you worry about anything other than inserting your dick in somewhere or someone?

— No, but… - Namjoon suddenly felt small and shrinking more and more.

— That’s what I thought! Your whole focused ass is whipped and willing to lose everything we fought for, all for one night stand with some random one!

— Shut up! - Nya yelled, flustered and vexed, stepping closer to Yoongi. - Don’t you dare referring to me as if I’m not here. Don’t you ever treat me like someone random, trivial. I’m not a random someone, I’m the one guiding you around Las Vegas for free. It may not be something as big as filming a movie, but it’s also helpful. - She poked Yoongi’s chest, he gave one step back, their discussion drawing attention from people looking around, Hoseok and Jungkook showed up. - Your posh ass can be rich, or the owner from a company, but don’t you dare talking about me like a brainless person, someone incapable of fucking with someone without growing fond of that person! Your friend can be sappy and weak minded, but I am not. You don’t know me, Min Yoongi.

— We better leave before anything else is said, right Joon? - Jungkook asked, pulling Yoongi by one arm in the door’s direction.

— Yes, please, I don’t think I can keep on guiding you guys, I would say I’m sorry, but it is not true at all. - Nya seemed gloomy, but also frustrated. They were discussing sexism and pre-concepts in a movie, but Yoongi’s opinion about her seemed far from awaken. Maybe it was more about Namjoon and his past relationships, but why couldn’t Min consider her vision? A relationship necessarily has to have two sides, and both agreeing with their terms. Even if Kim fell in love, nothing would ever happen again if Nya did not fancy it.

Women do have voices and their standpoint should be taken seriously.

Maybe Yoongi wanted to protect both parts from heartbreak or unhealthy obsession, but what a problematic way of showing his worries. Why couldn’t he just ask for Nya’s opinion? It’s not fair or right.

Nya watched them leaving, Yoongi frowning and Namjoon in shock, both being dragged down by Hoseok and Jungkook. Everyone inside the thrift shop staring at them, dividing their glances between Nya and the group.

- x - x - x - x -

Whilst packing their bags again, Yoongi checked his pocket list of goals for the travel. He concluded that everything needed was basically sorted, places chosen and their owners actually liked them, which would make it easier to bargain better renting prices. Their casting situation and debt with Nya could be solved within days and a few phone calls, since while Namjoon was flirting, Jungkook and Hoseok were doing some bullshitery, Min gave his cellphone number to a no number of people.

Staring at Namjoon and his gloomy eyes felt heartbreaking, but Yoongi knew that it was the right thing to be done. Kim needed to keep his head on the game. They only had one chance, and oh boy, Min Yoongi would hold it with claws and teeth.

Nya was a bewildering creature and, after filming everything, Yoongi would totally invite her to their premiere, however in order to actually having a Premiere, they first had to rent places, cast people, transport their shit, direct, film, edit, and first of all, not declare bankruptcy. Namjoon should’ve know better, acting like a horny teenager would be the death of them.

The lilac-haired man wished things could be different, but Yoongi was correct and sane: Kim Namjoon would never know how to balance a relationship with work, at least not without slipping at some point and getting hurt.

Namjoon was aware of his workaholic condition. All of his relationships got to dramatic endings after spending hours in a row inside his office, studio or even at home, but with a notebook almost morphing into his lap. Every single one of his past girlfriends were very understanding, and accepted that working represented over 80% of his life, routine and thoughts, but being pushed into the background felt tiring. Namjoon hurted himself so many times with that and promised to change, which never happened.

Let’s face it, his fate had nothing to do with a successful love life.

Truth be told, but never convinced. Namjoon thanked mentally Yoongi, he saved Nya from a very frustrating life beside him.

Hoseok and Jungkook didn’t dare to say a word from hotel to airport. No one felt the need. Silence seemed adequate and anything else would only trigger into bickerings. There was no energy or disposition to raise voices and argue.

Silence and rain, those words defined their travel back to England.

- x - x - x - x -

— Zariah finished the filming of “Beast”. She sent the files to Jimin and Jungkook, but I think they will need my help, since Jeon is stuck with all those sequential cuts Yoongi made during “Je M’appelle Carinè”, and Park is simultaneously working on the sound effects for our first animated short-film “Poundcake”, and in… Oh Jimin is recording the soundtrack to “Fierce”? I’m proud of him. - Taylor, a short, chubby young lady, with short brown hair and sparkling eyes, was standing in front of Namjoon’s office table, staring at her iPad and checking every information, whilst he stared blankly outside the window. - Should I keep on working as your secretary? Or can I help Kook and Chim Chim on editing “Beast”?

— What? What did you just say? - Namjoon looked at her, blinking fast and slowly getting back to reality. - Sorry, Tay. I lost myself in my mind again. It’s been happening more often than I would like to assume.

— That’s alright. - She pulled a chair and sat in front of him, placing the iPad on her lap. - What’s bugging you, Joon?

Namjoon gazed again outside, eyes oscillating between shining and getting opaque again. Where should he even begin with? His mind was hopping from thought to thought, concern to concern, and somehow, even filled with preoccupations, Nya always danced between daydreams and awaken nightmares. Despite trying his best to forget and move on, the lady with a contagious smile, beautiful eyes and the smoothest skin ever seen found her way back to divagations.

Enterprise Inc. wasn’t placed in a huge building, actually, they placed had to place a billboard outside to indicate where the firm resided. An ancient building about to be demolished, that’s why Namjoon and Yoongi could bid a whole four floor building for such a bargain. With its structure, the duo fixed some details and reformed every flat, turning into different studios. Every deck had a specific department: first video editing and animation (recently inaugurated by Taehyung and Hoseok after finishing their online animating course), second reserved to audio (both recording and editing, Yoongi built his office there) and characterization accessories, third filming studios, last everything related to managing (marketing, advertisement, Human Resources, Management, and of course, Namjoon’s office). No one would ever imagine how proud Kim and Min were of their achievements, every award and nomination resulted in motivation. They were succeeding, from the bottom and going higher.

Imagining himself waking up and heading to somewhere else, other than the building made of red bricks and black doors, that thought scared the shit out of Namjoon. He would never cooperate or live happily after declaring bankrupt and having to shut down his business, at least not after conquering so many prizes, awards, incredible movies under his name. No, closing doors would never be an option.

— Taylor, I know everyone is aware of how ramshackle is our financial situation. Those projects, “Beast”, “Je M’Appelle Carinè”, “Poundcake” and “Fierce”, are our last string of hope. That’s why we are rushing to finish and release them. - Taylor nodded, in fact, everytime Namjoon and Yoongi argued behind closed doors, rumours around the office were spread. - Specially “Fierce”, we are investing every dime left in that. It’s probably our most expensive and laborious movie, but we count on it to keep us working for a few more months. Two weeks ago me, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook went to Las Vegas and rented places to film, but something happened there.”

“See, our guide, Nya, is the most dazzling creature alive. Not a single soul ever made me feel so impressed in my whole life, yet I can’t get attached to her. Not before finishing the filmings for “Fierce”, it would make me lose focus and possibly fuck everything up. It’s not my intention, but I can’t get her out of my head. Whenever I stop and think, she is there, dancing through my worries and thoughts.”

— Joon, why can’t you talk to her? - Taylor pushed her glasses down the nose bridge and raised one eyebrow. - It seems like by avoiding Nya, you are focusing in nothing else but her. Maybe this time your romantic curse was casted differently. You are not dating her, perhaps the vicious cycle is broken. Also, being unable to think about anything else won’t help you directing.

— I don’t know… - Namjoon pouted and laid his head against the wooden table, leaning the forehead there.

— When the filming to “Fierce” will begin?

— In two weeks. - Namjoon mumbled without raising his head, but now facing his brown walls. - We casted some american actors and actresses, our luggage is being packed, Yoongi made deals with every place to film, rented a house for the crew and us.

— You have two weeks to decide whether you want to invest in something with Nya, or not. It’s up to you. - Taylor made a flourishing movement with one of her hands, whilst standing up and staring again at the iPad. - Now about the “Beast” video editing...

— Go help Jimin and Jungkook. - Namjoon dismissed her and got back to his thoughts.

- x - x - x - x -

— Namjoon, you know I hate to accept when I’m wrong, huh? - Yoongi had an U shaped pillow around his neck, resting peacefully on a comfortable seat, whilst Kim typed on the notebook, adding some reminders on the script to himself. - But I think you should call Nya and ask her out.

— What? Why? - Namjoon turned his head and stared at Yoongi's unfazed face.

— You never had to take notes on scripts in order to work right. You are way a fucking genius, with 148 IQ points, had written masterpieces and composed glorious songs. - Min said without looking at his friend, but placing a hand on his knee. - In the past month you barely talked during reunions, you've been unfocused and divagating, also I spoke to Emerson, and she mentioned a certain talk you had with Taylor. Man, you need Nya and it's insane. You spent less than 24 hours by her side and now living without talking to her seems like a punishment. I don't understand how and why, but if contacting her during our permanence in Vegas will cheer you up, then I'm 100% supporting you. We need our leader, our main director.

Namjoon got back to typing without delivering a single sentence, Min’s hand still on his knee. Suddenly the space between their seats felt tinier, they were way too close and He needed to absorb Yoongi’s new position on Nya’s awe. Indeed, having his approval on looking for her was amazing, but how? During their trip to Las Vegas Min Yoongi said harsh things, leaving right after. Upon weeks of silence, even having Nya’s phone number saved, Namjoon never made effort to apologize, keep in touch or whatever. He respected Yoongi’s opinion, but his spitted phrases and dark tone made both parts highly uncomfortable.

He wanted and decided that looking for Nya was part of his plans whilst filming in Las Vegas, but embarrassment spoke louder and clearer. Namjoon wanted, but had no balls to accomplish it. At least not after remaining mute whilst Yoongi spat mean words at her, he could’ve defended their situation, stand up and put Min on his place. Well, what happened was far from ideal.

All Namjoon could think about, even before hearing Yoongi’s concerned and caring words about his mental state, was Nya, and what were the chances of her accepting to go on a date with him. Namjoon despised the idea of Nya evicting him.

Unlike Yoongi thought, Namjoon wasn’t in love before. It took him an array of nights stalking Nya’s Facebook page, checking her Instagram and reading how passionate her friends seemed to feel. Now, he felt obsessed and slightly uncomfortable with the idea of being dumped.

Nonetheless, Namjoon decided to pull himself together, grow a pair of balls and try. ‘No’ is a possibility, risking won’t harm.

Trying to gather some courage, the lilac haired man opened a new Word file and named “Captain’s Log”, getting in full Star Trek mode, he was Captain Kirk afterall.

“Captain’s log. Stardate -303753.640. We are arriving in the dusty and hot atmosphere of Las Vegas, a city located in the middle of Nevada, a state from United States of America, North America, one of the seven continents from planet Earth. My Vulcan friend, Mr.Yoongi, possessor of a great logical intellect is encouraging me to look for a human partner in our new location, specifically someone already acknowledged by Enterprise as homo sapien sapien, formed by carbon and XX chromosomes, turning it into a fascinating woman named Nya by her genitors. After our last expedition through Las Vegas, the relationship development between Enterprise’s Captain, yours truly, and terrestrial local resident Nya were harmed by Mr.Yoongi’s behavior towards her. Nevertheless, I’m willing to change our perspectives and get another chance.”

- x - x - x - x -

Saturday. A boring afternoon ghosting over Nya’s body, sitting on her couch along with Alexa. They were watching something about wildlife in Taiwan forests on National Geographics, a bowl with caramel popcorn between them and cups of mint tea. The curly-haired woman stared around her living room, noticing how the yellowish painting was peeling and slowly showing stripes of the white paint under it. Basically, her walls looked like an albino zebra. The purple sofa comfortable and everything else seemed pretty fitting, not needing to be replaced or moved. Oh, she was proud about her good taste in decoration.

Boredom hit Alexa like a truck and a deep grunt left her throat, almost scratching its way out. She grabbed the remote control and began zapping through channels, looking for something more interesting than animals mating or bullying each other.

— We should go out. You look like a mushy potato in that set of sweats. Is it yellow because you’ve been copiously using that for the past four weekends, or is it the original colour? - Alexa snorted, trying to combat boredom with jokes. - Honestly Nya, what the fuck happened? You explained something about Korean entrepreneurs, but as far as I know you’re not eager in investing on stock market, so I don’t know why their business would affect you. Did you get involved with one of them?

— No shit, Sherlock. - Nya mumbled and took a sip from her tea, trying to gather some words without sounding grumpy. - I have nothing to do with their business, but see, they hired me to guide them through Las Vegas. I’ve done that once before for one of their friends, the Seokjin guy I told you. Remember?

— Seokjin? The cocky and rich film producer? I remember him, he was funny and immensely confident, literally, I’ve never seen someone so sure about his looks. - Alexa kept her glance on the television. - Big dick energy at its finest.

— Yeah, him. - Nya avoided talking about Namjoon and cia, but now, completely alone with her best friend, it seemed like a good moment to vent. - One of the film producers I accepted to guide, he was funny, interesting, smart and a very good kisser, although, apparently someone deeply confusing. Like, I felt interest on him, but never said shit about being in love, unlikely what Yoongi understood and took as the gospel truth, his friend could cherish me with a thousand roses, but I would never date him and then break up, even because it takes more than 24 hours wandering around sin city and a good fuck for me to enamor someone.

“I don’t know how are the girls they know and usually go out with, but I’m not innocent. We don’t live in a book from Jane Austen. They claim to be so woke and liberal, discussing pre-concepts, sexism and homophobia on their scripts, but behaving and thinking like Mr.Darcy. Did they ever consider a scenario where women have voices and opinions? A scenario where I can easily say no and continue my life? See, I’m not hurt because I’m fancying Namjoon, but because from the moment they introduced themselves and their ideas, they seemed like progressivists, looking for equality, open-minded guys, willing to fight our biased society with their movies. However, Yoongi insinuating that Namjoon and I would ever date or engage in a long-lasting romantic relationship, without even considering my perception on it all, the possibility of the woman only looking for a good fuck. He literally throw a tantrum in a thrift shop about it, calling me some random one. The delusion hurt me.”

— Uh girl, I’m sorry about it. That Yoongi guy really assumed some fucked up things about you. - Alexa turned to stare at her friend, who didn’t spare a look from the television, even though she wasn’t actually watching it, only avoiding eye contact. - But you went through several deceptions along life, why is that different? What happened lately that you remain thinking about them? Or him?

Nya got tired of staring at nothing and met Alexa’s brown eyes, thick and beautiful eyebrows. She took her cell phone and found the long text Namjoon sent a few hours before, throwing it to the friend, keen to understand everything surrounding her grumpy aspect.

“Kim Namjoon [03/31/2019, 8h34min]: Hey Nya.

Sorry taking so long to contact you. I couldn’t find words apologizing my behavior four weeks ago. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can say now. I could’ve defended you, Yoongi acted like a jerk and said some hurtful things, which I don’t agree 100% with. I wasn’t in love back in then, but I understand his side from this story. Yoongi is worried about our finances, which I was the responsible for fucking up. Let me explain it all, expose the situation we unintentionally inserted you in.

A few months ago I broke up with an incredible woman who taught me a lot, but also couldn’t bear my working schedule and how I always set her aside. The career I built along with Yoongi always goes first, it’s my main priority, and I never learned how to balance ‘working Namjoon’ with ‘dating Namjoon’. The result of that break up was a moody me, who brought hell to surface and made two of our casted actors quit, they couldn’t deal with my humour (beside one who quit after receiving a better role somewhere else). It really cost us way too much, since they received for working day and we couldn’t ask their payment back. Also, when the infamous movie was released, the numbers were low and barely covered our bills and paychecks, media and critics criticized it harshly.

However, what happened is a vicious cycle which I’m stuck in. It’s one of the certainties from life: death, the ones most adaptable to change will survive and that I’m fucking up a relationship and then ruining a movie. Yoongi always found a way to contort it and put us back, saving our finances, but this time the loss was gigantic. Our company is solely relying on the success of ‘Fierce’, and a few other projects we will be releasing.

I’m not trying to find excuses for everything Yoongi spat to your face, he was rude and unnecessarily loud, but I’m begging you to consider his side as well. We are not up to losing our company, it’s our deepest fear. Min Yoongi and his stone cold heart is trying his hardest to get our butt off bankruptcy. I guess inside his head, he is willing to drag me away from anything considered as a distraction.

Now, enough of Yoongi and our financial trouble. Let's talk about feelings.

Yeah, I'm a lonely man and tend to get attached pretty easily. However, I wasn't in love with you. Nya, you seemed like someone really interesting and attractive, I'd rather chew my feet off than leave Las Vegas without kissing you. You are smart, independent, proactive, empathetic and friendly. Within hours being guided by you through Vegas, we saw how passionate you are about people you grew surrounded by, how you care deeply about them all and are willing to give up on money in order to help them.

By the way, our deal is still up and we casted your friends (Carol even gained a solo scene where she dances and Sasha got lines). Hopefully they already told you, but if they didn't and you are suspicious of my word, get in touch with everyone you introduced to us.

Continuing…

I wasn't in love with your back in then, but after two weeks thinking about it all and checking your social media (sorry about it :S), I grew fond of you. Everyone seems to love you so much and your heart is so big, couldn't help and now I, Kim Namjoon, am fancying you as well.

I'm not hoping to gain your mercy, but am willing to try and get your sympathy back. Would you go out with me sometime? Not in a romantic way, if you don't feel comfortable.

Again, I'm sorry about how it all began and hope we can fix it.

I'll be staying in Vegas for a while.

Thank you. Bye :) “

— First of all. Did he deadass structured the text like an e-mail? - Alexa looked up from the cellphone in time to see Nya grinning. - You are considering the idea of accepting his invitation? Girl, I ain't gonna tell you what to do, but that Namjoon doesn't seen to be a jerk, he could've just gave up, but he insisted and apologized. Did he actually casted everyone you asked to?

— Yes. Two weeks ago I received a text from Carol and Sasha, they thanked me and all. Tio Diego is also renting his bar for their movie. They also chose Paris as the main filming place, casting Honey too. - Nya felt divided, hoping on Alexa's opinion to define what should be done. - I'm still a bit hurt for what happened, but they proved their integrity by casting and renting everything and everyone I suggested. Namjoon apologized, gave me Yoongi's point of view and invited me to a date, giving me the option of saying no or defining if it's romantic or not.

— Nya, I don't see a plausible reason why you would say no. - Alexa’s hand snaked between them and landed on the other woman thigh. - You are only trying to find excuses because you are stubborn. If you want to, then go, get dicked down and you don't necessarily have to head back to him ever again. Even though he assuredly grew fond of you, it doesn't mean you obligatory have to engage in an actual relationship.

Nya huffed and slapped Alexa’s hand off her thigh. She hated when the girl with wavy black hair was right, and unfortunately Alexa seemed to never be wrong.

- x - x - x - x -

The night sky was clear and the air cool, wind making leaves from trees huff against each other and a chill run through everyone's spine. However, Namjoon felt sweat bidding down his forehead, anxiously shifting from one foot to another and resisting the urge to bite his nails.

The lilac-haired man was standing alone in front of Devito’s, same dining Nya took them the first night. His white t-shirt covered by a thin plaid shirt, jeans and white Converse, outfit plained specifically to seen laidback, since Nya chose the place and said it wasn't a fancy date. She was a ten minutes late and Kim had this crazy thought culminating in his mind, where she probably gave up and would call at any moment to dump him.

With 15 minutes of delay, Nya showed up dressed casually with a black Iron Maiden t-shirt, brown corduroy coat, skinny jeans and Vans. Her curly hair free and adorning the whole picture, no makeup, except for a cherry coloured lipstick. Flawless, Namjoon felt like his legs were made out of jelly and would collapse. His guts contracted in the same moment butterflies attacked his stomach. His mind hazing and suddenly his vocabulary vanished, being resumed by the extensive plethora of words pronounced by someone 2 years old, basically “bluh”.

The first half hour from their date felt weird. No one knew what to say, so small talk almost defeated them, but Namjoon decided to insist. Between eating burgers for dinner and dying out of embarrassment from going out in such situation, Kim decided to thank Nya.

His grateful words somehow touched Nya's heart. He sounded so sincere and whipped by her presence, that keeping the attitude of someone offended seemed pointless. Alexa was right, Namjoon liked Nya.

Goddamnit, Alexa.

Like a chain of gratitude, Nya thanked Namjoon for remaining faithful to his promise of casting her friends. He blushed and sipped on his fizzy cherry drink, grinning slightly, dimples marking their presence and reminding the woman why she thought Kim Namjoon was such a heartthrob beforehand.

Those dimples. Goddamnit, dimples. How can you be mad at someone desperately fluff with such a cute face? Nya wanted to stay loyal to her belief and hard feelings, but Namjoon's polite behavior, lovely face and insistence made it specially complicate.

Goddamnit, Namjoon.

Their body language clearly showed how the unsolved business led to a huge amount of sexual tension, Nya could bear it masterly though. Talking about everything and nothing at all, that's how Namjoon decided to speak his mind. What's the point of sitting and awkwardly pretend there is not an elephant in the room? Well, let's excuse it and set the pachyderm free then.

— Nya, I don't know if you are ever going to forgive me for not standing up for you, or whatever… - Namjoon's hand slipped swiftly closer to Nya's, touching her pinky but not holding it, avoiding more of an intimate contact.

— It's not that you didn't stood up or defended me, see there is so much more. Did you guys ever consider the idea that, I don't know, I could easily not want something serious with you? - She allowed his pinky to snake from her side and lightly take a hold of it. - I'm not mainly mad at you, disappointed with both Yoongi and you, though. For guys claiming to be so open-minded, then why is it so hard to assume I don't want a relationship? That I'm glad having something unofficial and leaving? Fuck, you make it so hard to believe you are an hypocrite.

— I'm not an hypocrite. I do believe in women's sexual freedom and ability to choose partners without necessity of commitment. I'm shitty at not getting attached, it doesn't mean that everyone else is also suckers for love. - His gaze was no longer on her eyes, but staring down to his own lap. - Indeed, we discussed my side, claiming I’d fall for you and ruin our project, but never considered your opinion, the possibility of you wanting nothing related to me. We behaved in such a sexist way, I’m profoundly sorry.

Their order arrived, someone almost spinning on her calves. Burgers and fries, so much cheese melting down the seeded bread. What a vision. If the conversation wasn’t in such an uncomfortable place, Namjoon would probably declare his passion for the juicy and greasy food in front of them.

The chit-chatting kept its slow pace. If National Geographics decided to make a parallel between their behavior and animals socializing, then they were trying to mingle, like Taiwan birds, Nya and Namjoon were singing in order to attract each other, hoping to link and connect. They got along once, why was it so hard to do it again? What wasn’t being said? Who was holding the cat inside the bag?

— I think I’m fancying you. - Namjoon finally took the cat out of the bag, or it could be a mice, ‘cause within seconds the elephant sitting on their conversation got up and left. Gone late, pachyderm.

— What? - Nya lifted an eyebrow. - I don’t know why I’m surprised, you said it in the message. Sorry, keep talking.

— When I closed all deals and rented everything we needed for the filming here in Vegas, my friends and my crew was all like ‘Heck yes, Vegas! Strippers, gambling, money, casinos, yaay!’, and even trying my best, the hardest, to focus on working and directing a masterpiece this script deserves to originate, all I could think about was you. - Namjoon decided it would be appropriate to look at Nya, she seemed unfazed, which made him nervous. - Travelling hours in a flying sardine can to see Nya! No one, except for the boys and Jin knew who you are, and kept on questioning me why so much anxiety and excitement over seeing you. And not even I understood. Working and wondering about what you could be doing really messed with my head. Nya, you messed with my head!

— Ok, Namjoon, it’s a lot of information. - She didn’t spare a look, he felt intimidated, but Nya’s behavior never showed any insecurity. - I don’t fancy you, but it doesn’t mean I cannot grow fond of you at any moment. However, in order to see it happening, you’ve got to insist. If you really want to be with me, then you’ll need to stick along, we’ve got to go out more, in different places. We can totally link up and have great sex today, but it won’t guarantee another row. Got it?

Well, Namjoon felt relieved. Nya was far from being mad at him. Oh, he remained willing to go out, as long as she was there.

In the end, if Nya and Namjoon’s story was something elaborated by Jane Austen, then it would be Sense & Sensibility. Nya and her sense changed how Namjoon dealt with his sensibility, breaking a vicious cycle, where engaging in a romantic relationship without previous thinking ruined all logical thoughts and mature behavior.

The end.

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starwriter22 · 6 years

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Fearful of Love // pt. 1

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Romance/Angst

Author’s Note: There are 10 parts to this! I’ll be posting a part every day. I have done light editing to this and it’s quite old but I hope you enjoy nontheless! (ps. lawd he fine okie bye)

Prologue

The heart is a terrible thing…

The muscle that keeps you alive and yet makes your life a living hell, a muscle that causes you to think and make decisions irrationally, all due to idiotic emotions that bring nothing but headache.

It was a hard task, trying to ignore everything. It was difficult to ignore the obvious fact that I had fallen head over heels for you, to ignore the joy that rose in my entire being as I saw you every day, the pain in my chest, but soon it became impossible. The realization that my heart had taken over came far too quickly and it scared me to death. I wasn’t ready.

You broke through the brick walls around my heart in a mere few months. It terrified me that I enjoyed your company so much, that I enjoyed YOU so much. Even when I tried to push you away you never backed down. You were persistent, stubborn and I’ve never met someone so insistent on becoming closer to me and learning more about me.

But you didn’t realize just how terrified I was, how my heart has never bought me any good for long. You couldn’t understand and I hurt the both of us due to my fear. I hurt us both because of my stupid heart and my stupid, stupid decision to let you break down my walls and get to know the real me.

Why did I bring this pain onto myself?

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“We are all damaged in our own way. Nobody’s perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us.” – Johnny Depp

November 4th

Some moments I wondered why I decided to go to college. Like in this moment, where I was leaning on the counter of the coffee shop I worked at, head throbbing and frustration at its highest point as I tried desperately to understand the math homework I had in front of me, the homework that my teacher decided not to explain to the whole class in full detail.

To be fair I didn’t have to go to college, the decision was completely voluntary.

‘Oh I’ll go to college and get my degree!’

It’s like I forgot the years of school hell I went through in my adolescence right after I graduated. All the useless homework and how goddamn stressful it was. College wasn’t any better, if anything it was even more stressful and irritating. Because how was math connected to a liberal arts degree at all?

Geeze, can’t I just drop out?

“Hey! What have I told you about trying to do homework while working?”

I cringed, the sound of my boss’s voice breaking the silence in the store. My head only got worse at the loud noise.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that nobody’s really come in and I really need to finish this assignment.”

A sigh left his lips as he walked over to the counter, his eyes scanning my work before moving up to me. “You look like you’re dying. If you work too hard your brain is going to pop.”

“I know, I know, you tell me that every time I come into work. Remember?” I closed my books, placing them back into my backpack behind the counter. “Besides I think my brain popped a long time ago. That’s why I can’t get these stupid problems right.”

Sympathy washed over his expression, and he rested his hand atop my head, ruffling my hair. “Go home, eat, take a break. You’ll get your assignments done. It’s time for you to get off anyways.”

I frowned, pulling out my phone to look at the time. 6 o’clock, did four hours really go by that quickly?

“Oh! I didn’t even realize!” I grabbed my backpack and tugged it onto my shoulders before untying my apron, handing it to my boss, “I’ll see you!”

He smiled, taking my apron and waving his hand to dismiss me, “Yeah yeah I’ll see you kid!”

“I wish your boss was as nice as mine.”

A smile stretched across my lips as I looked at the pouting boy in front of me, his hands moving furiously as he expressed his frustrations. “The only thing my boss does is yell at me all day. ‘Yah Jungkook go take this out’, ‘Jungkook stock these shelves’, ‘Jungkook you went over your break by five minutes, now go clean the restrooms.’ I’m a head cashier, my job description is to check out items, help customers and make sure my area is clean. I don’t work on the floor and I’m not a janitor, I don’t understand why he’s so insistent on making me do everything. Is it because I’m the youngest employee?”

“You know I would try and help you get a job at the coffee shop I work at, but your complaints are just too funny.” I said, laughing as he threw a napkin towards my face.

“Asshole.” He mumbled, swallowing the chicken he stuffed in his mouth before speaking, “So how is homework going?”

“Terrible, I’m going to drop out I swear.” I huffed in anger, “I don’t understand why my math teacher is making the homework so hard. Not only do I not understand the work, but I have to turn in 60 finished problems by 11:59 tonight. I even asked him after class for extra help, but he just told me to get a tutor or read the textbook.”

Jungkook laughed, “Some teachers are jerks. But you know I could just ask one of my friends if he could help you. He tutors me all the time.”

I shook my head, placing my fork down after I finished my food, “It’s alright, I think I’ll text Seokjin and see if he’s free. He’s always willing to help me.”

“Does this mean we can’t play Mario Kart together at your dorm tonight?”

“Jungkook, I’m pretty positive you have homework to do as well.”

“I do…but help me procrastinate I don’t want to do it.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling out my wallet as soon as the waitress came over with the check. I put my portion of the bill down before standing to my feet, deciding to text Seokjin while I waited for him to gather his things.

Hey Jin! Are you doing anything? I need help with my math homework. I don’t understand it at all :(-Sent 6:55pm

*new message*

Jin: I’m not doing anything at all! Meet in the library at 7:30 as usual? – Received 6:57pm

Yep see you t-

Suddenly my phone slipped from my fingers and onto the floor and I groaned as I felt a body collide with mine.

“Shit I’m sorry, are you okay?”

I bent down to pick up my phone, inspecting my screen for cracks before standing up straight. The voice that asked the question was deep, definitely unfamiliar. I raised my gaze to the guy who bumped into me, watching his eyes as they filled with more worry the longer I waited to respond.

“I’m fine, thank you. Are you okay?” I asked, a small smile finding my lips as he let out a breath of relief. A bright smile replaced the worried frown on his lips and for some reason the air suddenly seemed lighter in the restaurant.

“I’m okay.” He assured, before someone yelled out ‘Taehyung!’, his name I assumed being that he quickly said goodbye and walked to the person behind the shout.

A shove to my shoulders brought me from the daze I hadn’t even realized I was in, my gaze leaving the back of the guy who’d bumped into me and to Jungkook who stared at me in question. I shook my head, waving my hand to dismiss any worry before walking out the restaurant.

(*~~*)

“Hey Taehyunggie, since you’re an honor student do you think you could help me with my essay for history?”

“Don’t help him! He’s lazy, help me with my science homework. If I don’t finish this I’ll fail. We can even play video games afterwards and hang out, it’ll be fun!”

Jimin glared daggers at the group of Taehyung’s new found ‘friends’. In moments like these he really wished Taehyung weren’t so much of a people pleaser like himself.

The expression on Taehyung’s face displayed just how saddened he was by the questions he was being bombarded with. He knew very well that these students didn’t befriend him because they liked him, but because he was an honor student and they wanted to use him.

He understood this completely and yet here he was, quickly putting on a smile and nodding. Letting out a ‘Sure I’ll help you guys’ and avoiding Jimin’s burning gaze. He already knew what his best friend’s expression was, a look of annoyance and disappointment because he had agreed to do homework other than his own for the millionth time.

The table began to get louder as they all thanked him and after they ate and split the bill everyone gave Taehyung the assignments to work on. As they dispersed Jimin was the only one left and he watched as Taehyung put the newly retrieved assignments in his backpack before standing and walking out of the restaurant.

“You’re not going to do their homework.” Jimin said, walking alongside his friend.

Taehyung sighed, “I already agreed to it, Jimin. Besides the work I have today isn’t that bad. I’ll be finished with all of this by tonight and tomorrow if I work hard.”

Jimin stopped walking, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and looking at him straight in the eyes, noticing the sadness that was swimming in his brown orbs, “Taehyung those are not your friends, they’re using you just like everybody in high school did. I wish you would see that-”

“I do see that, but if they really need help then I won’t just leave them-”

“Taehyung they don’t need your help! They’re lazy assholes who think that they can just boss you around and get you to do whatever they want because you can’t say no! Why do you allow them to keep doing this to you?!”

Taehyung stayed silent. He understood Jimin’s frustration, hell he understood because he himself was frustrated. He had no idea why he couldn’t just say no, he knew very well that they were only using him and it would end like it always did. They would get their assignments done and then act like he didn’t exist until they needed his help again. He wasn’t even getting paid to do their homework; he was doing it for free.

It wasn’t like he was desperate for friends; he was completely okay with hanging out with just Jimin. He didn’t gain anything from doing this, he didn’t even like doing the extra homework. He did enough work in the classes he had to take for his major; music. There was really no excuse for it besides the fact that he was a complete pushover who was so use to people using him for his brain that it became routine to just say yes and do it.

“Old habits are hard to break.” Taehyung said finally, breaking away from his friend and walking into the dorm building. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He could hear the exhausted sigh that Jimin let out as he made his way to his room.

‘Clans can show how we still pick sexual partners or mates even today as seen in page 10, in the example it sssssssss’

Taehyung groaned, his forehead colliding with the keyboard of his laptop. He had finished his assignments and nearly all of the assignments that he was given. He just needed to finish this last one, a paper for history, and he didn’t feel like writing long drawn out intelligent ideas. In fact he would love nothing more than sleep being that it was a little past eleven and he had to wake up in a couple hours.

He hadn’t even realized he fell asleep with his head on his laptop until his phone rang, waking him up immediately. He didn’t bother looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Taehyung it’s Namjoon, what are you doing?”

Taehyung smiled, “Ah hey Joon, nothing much just trying to finish this assignment. Why do you ask?”

“I’m in Yoongi’s studio not too far from campus, we wanted to see if you would come and help out with a song we’re working on.”

His smile quickly faltered as he looked at the screen of his computer and the now thousands of S’s his face typed. He could finish it tomorrow right? He was itching to hear the song Namjoon was referring to.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be there in a few.” He replied, hanging up the phone and grabbing his sweater before locking his dorm room and making his way to the studio. It wasn’t too far, it was a small studio apartment Yoongi had rented that was not even a fifteen minute walk away from campus. He let Taehyung use it a few times to finish his assignments, while other times he usually just invited him (and sometimes Jimin) to listen to new songs he needed opinions for. He enjoyed visiting, it was a lot of fun.

He knocked on the door, listening to the barely audible music playing in the studio. It wasn’t until Namjoon opened the door did he hear the music loud and clear.

The soundproof panels Yoongi put up really worked well huh…

“I thought you had an assignment to finish?” Namjoon asked as he closed the door behind Taehyung, sitting back down next to Yoongi, who was writing, and watching as Taehyung pulled up a chair. Sighing as he flopped down in the seat.

“It isn’t my assignment.” He said, watching as a small ‘tsk’ left Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi lifted his head from his notebook, turning in his chair to look at Taehyung. He noticed the bags under his eyes and the red tint in his eyes alerting the two upperclassmen that he was obviously tired, exhausted even. “Do you need me to tell these stupid fuckers to quit asking you to do their homework, because I will. You’re exhausted and have enough on your plate.”

Taehyung shook his head, “I’m fine, really.”

Both Namjoon and Yoongi gave him a look, showing him that they were anything but convinced.

“There’s going to come a point where you’re sick and tired of doing other people’s work for them and you’ll finally say no. I’m hoping that day comes soon, for the sake of your health and sanity.” Yoongi said, before turning back to his notebook.

Namjoon gave Taehyung a small sympathetic smile, patting his shoulder. “So about the song…”

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wannabe-bella · 6 years

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The Jurassic World AU that no one asked for....

Survival Instinct (Part 1)

FF.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12912039/1/Survival-Instinct

The deafening screech echoes throughout the trees, halting her steps. Squinting her eyes, Beca holds up a hand motioning for Jesse to remain quiet.

Next comes the sound of shuffling leaves and the snap of a branch followed by heavy breathing. Watching closely, Beca observes the bush in front of her as it begins ruffling. Taking a few small steps forward, she brings up a hand to guide her way.

Facing the bush, Beca lets out a low whistle causing the shuffling to stop.

"Hey, Blue?" She whispers, keeping her voice calm and steady. A few moments pass before a hesitant Blue makes an appearance from behind the bush leaves. Keeping her hand still as the animal appears, Beca's feet begin their journey backwards. Her eyes remaining locked with Blue's; the 6-foot-tall Velociraptor staring her down as it creeps its way toward her.

"Easy there, Blue..." Beca eases with her voice as it continues to follow her. "You're doing great." With her other hand, Beca wiggles her index and middle finger, signalling for the door to be opened.

Hearing a click, she glances over her shoulder. Nearing the truck, Beca focuses her attention back to Blue who continues to follow her warily. As the back of her knees hit the bottom of the truck, Beca reaches deep into the pocket of her cargo pants.

Holding up the dead mouse, she begins flaunting it about catching Blue's attention. The raptor's eyes zoning in on it. "You want this?" She holds it up to the raptor's face, letting it get a whiff before throwing it behind her and dashing to the side.

With a loud yelp, Blue's claws leap from the ground and towards the small animal; sinking its teeth into it. Seizing the opportunity, Beca shuts the steel doors, locking them.

"Sorry, girl." She apologizes to the raptor as it dives its nose through the bars adorning the doors. "Don't get out next time, okay?"

Making her way around, Beca jumps into the passenger side of the truck as Jesse gets into the driver's seat. Letting out a sigh, she looks at him, "How did they let this happen?"

Shrugging as the engine roars to life, he answers, "I'm not sure. One second everything was fine and the next..." He lifts up a hand, trailing off.

"I finally get a break from this place and what happens?" Beca asks. "One of my animal's gets out. That's what." She says before letting her head fall back on the head rest. She feels Jesse's hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Shaking her head, Beca gazes out, "Don't worry about it."

XxX

Tapping her foot along the floor, the redhead restlessly waits inside the terminal for her flight. With a sigh, she looks through her handbag before grabbing her phone. Checking the time, she realizes that the flight is twenty minutes late.

"Awes."

Her frown fades as her attention is brought to the lock screen; the smiling six-year-old bringing out a smile of her own.

Going to the contacts of her phone, she clicks on a name before letting it dial. It rings three times before a "Hello?" is mumbled through the speaker.

"Bree?" She says.

"Chloe? Is everything okay?" She sounds worried, making Chloe feel bad.

"Yeah, everything's fine." She pauses, "I just... can you put Charlie on the phone?"

"Yeah, sure." Aubrey answers. Chloe listens as shuffling is heard before a small voice croaks out, "Mommy?"

"Hey sweetie." Chloe smiles hearing his voice.

"Where are you?" He asks.

"At the airport, honey. I'm just gonna be away for a little while."

"When will you be back?"

"Soon. I promise." She assures, before adding, "You're gonna be staying with Aunt Bree for a little while, is that okay?"

"Yeah," Charlie says, "She got me ice cream."

"Ooh. That's nice-" Her voice slightly hinders as an announcement airs through the speakers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the boarding call for all passengers booked on flight 372A to Jurassic Island. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately fifteen minutes time."

"Shoot," Chloe mutters to herself. Standing, she grabs her belongings before making her way toward the entrance. Holding her phone in place, she speaks, "Sorry Charles, but Mommy needs to go now."

"Okay..." He sounds disappointed. "Bye Mommy. I love you."

"I love you too," She replies before hanging up.

Chloe didn't know what to expect from Jurassic World, but boy was she surprised. Never in a million years did she think she would be standing within twenty meters of a supposed extinct animal. It was all so surreal.

Reaching into her carrier bag, she pulls out her camera. Waiting for the correct moment, Chloe clicks it when the monstrous Mosasaurus leaps from the water, catching its prey in its teeth. As the animal dives back down, large droplets of water splash over the viewers and suddenly Chloe is relieved that her camera is waterproof.

It's how she spends the day, snapping incredible moments as she ventures through each attraction. But it's when she reaches a particular section of the theme park that her attention is steered elsewhere.

Only few were allowed through here, she being one of the lucky ones with an entrance pass. Standing at the edge of the railing, Chloe holds her camera in place ready to take her next shot when suddenly a familiar face appears through the double doors opposite her.

Beca stands behind the doors with Jesse beside her. She can faintly see a few people scattered around through the tinted glass. Shaking her head, she fastens the rifle on her shoulder. "I'm starting to think that I'll never get that break." She says making Jesse roll his eyes.

Stepping forward she pushes open the double doors before making her way out. Jesse right aside her. Her footsteps travel to the middle of the railing, bridged over the area below. Looking over, she hears Jesse attach a bucket to the railing before watching him jog over to the others, leaving her alone.

Cracking her knuckles, Beca lets out a loud whistle. Seconds pass before rapid footsteps along with shuffling catches her and the others' attention and one by one, velociraptors become present. They creep their way through the trees, leaving four pairs of sharp eyes to stare up at Beca. And only at Beca.

"Hey there, guys..." She says, causing one of the raptors to snarl. "Now, there's no need for that Delta." Beca directs to the animal on the far right. Delta rises on her feet and lets out a higher pitched snarl, sounding more like a screech.

"Easy girl," Beca calms, tapping the clicker in her hand as she raises the other to steady the animal. "There we go..." She begins to slowly walk her way across the platform railing, the velociraptors following her every move from below. Stopping at the bucket, she reaches in to grab one of the dead mice. Holding it up she catches each raptors attention.

"Okay, this one's for Blue." Beca announces, looking to Blue. Throwing the mouse Blue easily catches it in her mouth. "This next one is for you, Delta."

She continues to do this for each raptor until each is fed. After, she makes a whistling noise again which makes the animals scatter back into the trees. Picking up the bucket, Beca struts her way back to Jesse. He has a proud grin on his face, "You're awesome at that."

"You can do it as well," She answers shoving the bucket into his arms.

"Not as good as you. They barely listen to me, man." He states as they make their way towards the stairway.

"Whatever..." She rolls her eyes just as they're about to descend the steps. Suddenly, her eye's catch bright blue ones making her halt in place. Their gaze lingers for a few seconds before being broke by Jesse who waves a hand in Beca's face. "Earth to Beca?" He snaps his fingers a few times for good measure. Blinking rapidly, Beca's eyes flicker to his. "Hmm?"

"You look like you've just seen a ghost. You okay?" He asks, concerned.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine." She replies, slightly dazed. "Kinda tired."

"Maybe you should get some rest." He suggests, "You deserve it." He says with a pat to the shoulder before continuing his way through the stairway, leaving Beca to stand confused.

Glancing back over, Beca hopes to catch those bright blues again only to come up empty. Sighing, she turns on her heels and makes her way to the exit gate.

XxX

Chloe watches in amazement as the girl controls the velociraptors. Fiddling with her camera, she quickly pulls it up to eye level. Waiting for the perfect moment, she snaps a picture just as Beca raises a hand to the animals.

The redhead lets the camera dangle from the strap around her neck as she stares at Beca. The brunette girl hadn't changed much since she last saw her. She still had that scowl on her face with the slightest smirk peeking through.

Chloe can't help the small smile as Beca talks to the raptors, finding it amusing to watch. Once the show comes to an end, Chloe feels her heart skip a beat as her eye's find Beca's. It only lasts for a split second but she could feel the connection. She can still feel it after all these years.

She wonders if Beca could too.

Chloe gets pulled out thought as she hears one of the security officers tell her that she has to leave. With one last look at Beca, the redhead turns on her heels, following the officer.

Later that night, Chloe sits in the middle of the bed with her laptop in front of her. She takes out the SD card from her camera before inserting it into the laptop. She browses through all the pictures she took that day, smiling as she passes the one she took of Beca.

While looking through them, Chloe comes to realize that she forgot to snap a picture of the velociraptors.

Which was what her boss wanted.

"Darnit..." She mumbles to the empty room. Biting her lip, she tries to think of a solution. Her eyes focus on the phone sat on the bedside table. Reaching over, she picks it up. It connects through to the main desk of Jurassic World where Chloe asks them if there is any way for her to get the pictures.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Beale. But unfortunately, there's nothing I can do."

Letting out a sigh, Chloe falls back against the head board, "So... There's not even a way for me to gain an entrance pass again?"

"Unfortunately, no." The receptionist answers.

"Okay. Thanks anyway," Chloe says. Just as she's about to hang up the woman's voice comes through the speaker.

"Actually..." There's a pause. "If you can manage to get a hold of Ms. Mitchell, she may be able to help you out."

"Ms. Mitchell," Chloe repeats, mainly to herself.

"Yes. Ms. Mitchell is our highest qualified velociraptor trainer. She is your best bet on getting the photographs."

Chloe thanks the woman once again before hanging up and laying her head on the pillow. Thoughts of how she was going to find Beca roam around her head as she drifts off to sleep.

The next morning, Chloe goes straight to the main desk and asks about how she can find Beca. They tell her that Ms. Mitchell currently isn't scheduled to attend work that day, so they give her Beca's room number.

At first Chloe didn't want to bother Beca by going to her room. But she's only here for one more day and she doesn't know when she'll get the chance to get these pictures. So here the redhead stands outside room twenty-three. She brings her right hand up, ready to knock when suddenly the door opens.

Beca comes strutting out only to stop when she notices someone in front of her. Looking up, her eye's lock onto those bright blues once again for the second time. The brunette's eyes flicker between Chloe's a few times before any words are spoken.

"C-Chl... Chloe?" She finally stammers out, cursing herself for sounding so nervous.

"Hi, Beca." Chloe says with a small smile.

"What are you doing here?" Beca asks, her eyes slightly widening from realizing how rude that must have sounded. "I mean, not that I don't like it. It's just a surprise you know..." She trails off, looking awkwardly to the ground.

Letting out a breath, the redhead lightly giggles, "I need to ask for a favour." She asks, getting straight to the point. Raising her head, Beca furrows her brows, "What is it you need?"

"Pictures."

"Pictures?"

"As in, I need to get pictures of the velociraptors you train with." The redhead clarifies.

"And you think I can help with that?" Beca questions as she turns, making her way back into the room. Chloe quickly follows, not sure if she should have.

"Well yeah. The girl at the main desk said for me to come to you." Chloe answers, subconsciously tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth.

Beca's eyes flicker to the girl's lips before she sits on the bed, bringing a hand to her neck, "I can help you." She says, smirking as Chloe cheers, "What pictures to you need?"

Chloe plops herself down on the armchair opposite Beca and gives her a list of the few shots that she may need. Squinting her eyes in thought, Beca stands from her seated position and makes her way over to the window, gazing out. "We could go today," She announces. "Now, actually."

"What?"

Turning, Beca's feet move toward the redhead, "You can get these pictures now if you want."

"Really?" Chloe looks at her only to get a nod in return. "Awes."

"Yeah... Awes."

XxX

The ride there is silent. Making it somewhat awkward. Beca decides the best way to break it is by calling Jesse.

"Hey, Beca." Comes his voice through the speaker.

"Hey, man." She greets, "Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure."

"Open up the cages."

"What, why?"

"Just do it. I got a..." She pauses, glancing to the redhead beside her, "I got someone here who needs to get a few pictures of the raptors."

"Pictures?"

"Yes, pictures. It seems important. Look, just open the damn gates, Jess." She says, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, man." Jesse replies as he presses the switch to open the gates. The buzzer being heard through the speaker.

"Thank you." Beca says, "I'll see you soon."

The rest of the ride there continues to remain silent with Beca throwing subtle glances to the girl beside her. Chloe gazes out the passenger window with amazement in her eyes as they pass by attractions. The redhead still trying to wrap her mind around being here. Feeling the vehicle pull over, Chloe tunrs to the brunette.

"We're here," Says the girl, opening the door.

Hopping out, Chloe quickly jogs her way around to Beca, who's walking her way to the railing. Standing in the middle, she sees Jesse give a thumbs up from the side and with that, Beca whistles getting right into it.

Her hands are raised, steady in front of her to keep the velociraptors calm. "Okay, guys." She says in a low voice to the animals below. They stare up at her, gazing intently. "You're doing great." Without looking, Beca's voice raises again only towards Chloe this time, "Do what you gotta do now that I have their attention."

Nodding, Chloe steps closer to the railing before pulling her camera out. Zooming in, she clicks it as the raptors' attention are on Beca. Snapping a few more pictures, Chloe lets the camera dangle from her neck. "Is there any way to get a front facing picture?" The redhead warily asks.

Beca takes her attention away from the animals to glance at Chloe, only to snap her head back as they hiss, "Easy..." She steps nearer to the edge, looking over. "I have an idea, it may not work," Beca voices. With one hand, she makes a subtle come here motion directed to Chloe.

"Are you sure?" Chloe asks cautiously, her attention being brought to the velociraptors. Beca nods, urging Chloe to take a few hesitant steps forward. As she places her right foot along the platform, a loud creaking noise erupts causing the raptors' heads to snap to it. Noticing the new body, they begin snarling at her.

"Woah, easy there guys." Beca raises, gaining back their attention. "Calm down. This is Chloe," She points to the redhead, the raptors following the movement. "Now, you're going to be nice to her." She orders before signalling Chloe to walk forward.

Taking a deep breath, the redhead lets her feet guide her over to the brunette. When she reaches Beca, she looks down to see the predatory stare the animals have on her. Lightly jumping, she knocks into Beca who looks worriedly at her. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah." She stutters.

"You still okay with getting the picture?"

Instead of answering, the redhead chooses to nod.

"Alright, then." Raising a hand, Beca grabs the animals' attention once again before reaching into the bucket attached to the railing. "Which one of you want this? How about you, Blue?" Said raptor's eyes gleam from the dead animal in Beca's hands. Smirking, Beca holds it up high, "I got their attention on this." She pauses to wriggle her hand, "Now would be the best time to snap a few shots."

Not wasting any time, Chloe leans forward on the railing. She lets the lens focus before pressing the button on her camera and listens to the click, doing it a few more times she quickly pulls back. "Got them," She says.

"Already? That was quick," Beca chimes with a small smile. "Okay, Blue. Here ya go," Throwing the mouse, she watches as Blue quickly eats it with one bite. "Next is you, Echo. Then Charlie." She voices.

Chloe's head plucks up from hearing the familiar name. Noticing the redhead's sudden movement, Beca raises an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah." She answers, noting in her head to call Aubrey to check on Charlie.

"And finally," She hears Beca trail off, who grabs the last mouse. "Delta."

Picking up the bucket, Beca looks to Jesse who stands watching from afar. Raising it, she gestures for him to come over.

"Did she get what she needed?" He asks, motioning to the redhead who's now stood by the side railings.

"I think so, yeah," The brunette answer's handing him the bucket. "Thanks for opening up this place up, Jess."

"Eh, it was no biggie." Nodding to the side, he says, "You should probably get them back in their cages." Pausing he looks at them, "Don't need one of them getting out again, right?"

"Right."

Jesse makes his way past her as Beca glances down to her animals. "You know the drill, guys." She says to them before whistling. Each velociraptor scatter's their way through the leaves, leaving only a rustling noise behind.

Gazing away from the trees, Beca's eyes land on Chloe. The redhead, oblivious to the brunette's stare, browses through her camera. Biting her lip in apprehension, Beca stalls before wandering her way over. "Ready to go?"

Hearing the voice, Chloe's head snaps up, "Uh yeah. Sure."

XxX

The ride back is just as entertaining as the ride there. It's filled with an uncomfortable silence, which bothers the two inside.

Clearing her throat, Beca attempts to breaks it, "So uh... how've you been?" She asks, keeping her eye on the musty road in front.

"Good. I've been good." The redhead answers letting silence fall over them once again. A few moments pass before she sighs, "I've missed you."

Beca's eyebrows furrow, "Missed me?"

"Bec." Chloe speaks, the old nickname making Beca look at her. "Of course, I've missed you. It's been six years since I last saw you. That's a really long time not seeing my best friend."

Bringing her gaze back on the road, Beca exhales loudly, "Best friend." She mumbles. "Has it ever occurred to you, that you were the one who left?" Her eye's find Chloe's again before straying back to the path in front.

"I'm sorry." Chloe says," I just... I had to leave."

"Whatever."

"Beca, you have to realize that I never wanted to leave-" Chloe's ramble is cut short by a loud rumble. The impact radiating within the car causing Beca to push down on the brakes, stalling the car. "What was that?" The redhead questions as Beca knocks off the engine.

"I have no ide-" Suddenly the ground below rumbles once again making Beca begin to feel uneasy. It's not until the third stomp that Beca realizes what's happening. Frantically turning the key, she pushes down on the gas.

"Beca, what is happen-" Not getting to finish, Chloe is interrupted by a tree falling and a very large, very dangerous Tyrannosaurus Rex making an appearance from behind the falling tree.

"Oh shit."

XxX

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Secrets ( Part 6 )

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Sam took a long drink from the not so cold bottle when his computer rang, He sat down and opened at the little table.

“ Hi beautiful. “ He said, as Jade’s face became clear on the screen.

“ How’s everything going? “

Dean set his beer down and headed for the door.

“ I’m gonna go check on her. “

He closed the door quietly then took a few steps, stopped at my door and knocked. I got up, on my tiptoes, I looked through the peep hole, then opened the door.

“ Hey. “ He said, closing the door behind him.

“ What’s up? “ I asked, shoving my clothes into my bag.

“ You wanna tell me what happened with you and Jessie? “

My heart fluttered.

“ Nothing happened Dean. |

He didn’t want to push me too much, but he needed to.

“ So you’re telling me that being around someone just like you, didn’t make you feel anything? “

“ No, it didn’t. Those Angels were a case and we took care of it. “ I lied.

He knew I was lying, but he let it be.

“ So you’re okay? ‘

“ I’m fine Dean, really. “ I pulled on a smile.

He hesitated, hoping that I would change my mind, as he got to his feet.

“ Alright, get some sleep. we’re heading home tomorrow morning. “

“ Night. “

He opened the door and let out a breath.

“ Night. “

When the door clicked shut, my mind went straight to Chase. The whole time I was with Jessie, I didn’t think about him once and that kinda scared the crap out of me...but there was something about that man that held my thoughts to him. Being around him made me feel different, but I didn’t know if it was a good or a bad thing. I got into the shower, then around 1:30, I headed to Tucker Park. When I got there, he stood in front of a shiny black 67 Charger. I took in a breath as I got out of the car. What the hell was I doing?

“ You’re Dad doesn’t know you’re here does he? “

“ We had a deal didn’t we. “ I shot back, trying to keep my cool.

“ Tessa. “

“ Jessie are we going to do this or what? “

He hesitated then took a step towards me.

“ Alright, but before anything, there’s something I need to do. “ He said as his hand slowly made it’s way to my cheek. I took in a deep breath when his cold hand came in contact with my skin.

“ Close your eyes and just relax. “

I was a little hesitant and he noticed.

“ I just want to see the dreams and what you can actually do. “

“ You can trust me Tessa. “ He looked me in the eyes.

After a second, I closed my eyes and I instantly felt warm and it sent a shiver down my spine. A minute later, I opened my eyes and they were staring directly into his.

“ Alright. “ He said, his hand dropping from my face.

“ Well you obviously have figured out the mind thing. “ He laughed.

“ I don’t even know how I did, it just happened. “

“ It can be that easy, just giving into a feeling. Try it again, close your eyes and think about what you want to say to me, and then say it in your head. “

I did as he told me. I felt this tug and I let it in.

“ I don’t want to be afraid anymore. “

He moved the hair from my eyes and his hand found my cheek again.

“ You don’t have to be scared. “

When he started to lean into me, I pulled back.

“ Listen, I’m leaving in a few hours. “ I finally spoke.

“ Just call. “ He smirked.

I shook my head and he was gone. I got into my car and went back to the motel. looked at my phone and for a minute, I thought about calling Chase, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I went inside and caught a few hours asleep before we went back to the bunker. My heart skipped a beat when I seen him as I walked down the long steps into the big room. He instantly got to his feet. I really did miss him. He came, wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up off my feet. My arms went around his neck and I took in a deep breath. The boy always smelled amazing.

“ Hey you. “ He kissed me softly.

“ Hi. “ I smiled.

“ How are you doing sweetie? “ My mom asked, kissing my cheek.

“ I’m good, glad to be back. “

“ Alright, you ready? “ Rebecca asked Chase.

“ Yup. “

“ Ready for what? “ I asked, looking between Rebecca and Chase.

“ Training. “ Chase stated.

“ He’s not doing such a bad job either. “ My mom smirked.

“ I’ll see you in a bit. “

He kissed me quickly then followed behind Rebecca. Dean was closing his trunk when he heard a car pull up behind him. His heart raced when he seen Emma step out of the blue car.

“ Hey. “ She said softly.

“ You finally came back, I was starting to think we finally scared ya off. “ He laughed.

He knew by the look on her face, that something was wrong. “

“ Em, what’s up? “ He asked, closing the distance between them.

Tears started to fill her eyes as she tried to find her voice to speak.

“ Em. “ He put his hand on her face, so she would have to make eye contact with him.

“ Dean, I finished the case 2 weeks ago. “

“ What do you mean? “

She took his hand off her face, but kept a hold of it.

“ Dean when I got back to my house... Max was there. “

Dean let go of her hand and took a step back.

“ Your dead husband Max? “

She shook her head.

“ Did you even. “

“ Test him, every way possible. I’m not a rookie Dean. “

He ran his hand over his face as he tried to get all this information to sink in.

“ So for the past 2 weeks, you’ve been with your dead, but a live again husband. “

“ I’m sorry Dean. “

“ What happened? “

“ He’s my husband Dean...”

That’s all she needed to say, and he felt his heart crack.

“ Dean, I love you and that will never. “

“ Don’t say change, because that did, 2 weeks ago. “

“ Can you just hear me out? “

“ Answer me this, him or me? “

The tears fell and he knew her answer without her saying a word. He shook his head, keeping that hard face on.

“ That’s fair. Take care of yourself Emma. “

She grabbed his hand before he walked away.

“ Dean please. “

He hesitated, turned around, pulled her close and kissed her passionately one last time.

“ Goodbye Em. “

She watched him close the heavy door behind him and she broke. She took one last look at his car, then got in her and sped off. Dean went straight into the kitch and opened a bottle of Whiskey.

“What’s going on? “

“ Max is back. “ He said taking a long drink of the gold liquid.

“ Max, Emma’s husband? ‘

He took another drink and looked at Jade. Jade felt her heart break as she seen the pain written all over his face.

“ She went back to Chicago. “

“ What. “

She let out a sigh.

“ Dean, I’m so sorry. “

“ It’s fine Jade, really. “

With that, he went to his room, the bottle in hand.

“ Emma went back to Chicago. “ Jade said, coming into her room where Sam was sitting on the bed, halfway into a lore book.

“ What? “ He asked sitting up.

“ He died didn’t he. “

She shook her head and sat next to him.

“ Yup, but what or who brought him back? “ She said, laying her head onto his chest.

He wrapped his arms around and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“ We will figure it out. “

Chase was the first to fall asleep. I laid there and looked at him. My head was so confused. I loved this man, more than anything there was no doubt about that, but I felt like I needed to see the green eyed man that just came into my life. I got out of bed, pulled on my sweater and boots and went for a walk. I needed fresh air and to be away from everyone for a bit. I sat down by the open lake and just looked out at the water. It was warm and calming. After a few minutes, I got that warm shiver down my spine as Jessie sat down beside me. I couldn’t let myself look at him.

“ What’s wrong? “ He asked.

“ I need you to tell me everything....I can’t live like this anymore. “

“ Alright. “

He let out a breath then told me everything. The more we talked, the stronger that warm feeling got. He described me to a tee.

“ It took a while, but I will show you everything I know. “

When I looked at him, all the uneasiness disappeared. I couldn’t help but trust him.

“ So where do we start?” I asked with a smile.

He got to his feet and held his hand out to me. Something in me, just felt to pull towards him. I didn’t hesitate to grab it ad get to my feet. We walked and talked and he showed me a few things.

‘ There’s one thing, I do really wanna know how to do. “ I said with a small smirk.

“ And what would that be? “

“ I want to be able to see inside your mind. “

Jessie looked at me for a minute then smiled softly. He took my hand and placed it on his cheek.

“ Take a breath, close your eyes and focus. “

When I closed my eyes and thought about him. I seen him, my Dad and Dean in a little house. He was about 9 years old. After a minute, I opened my eyes and I shook my head with a laugh.

“ So that’s how you met them. “

“ Yeah that was a while ago. “

I looked at my phone and noticed it was already 4 am.

“ Shit, I need to get back before. “

“ Your boyfriend wakes up. “ He smirked.

“ Same time tomorrow? “ I asked.

“ Look forward to it. “

He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

“ Later Tess. “ And he was gone.

I shook my head and found myself smiling on my way back to the bunker. When I got there, I seen Dean sitting on the hood of Baby with a half empty bottle of Whiskey.

“ What are you doing out here? “ I asked.

“ I could ask you the same question. “ He smirked that Dean Winchester smirk.

I pulled myself onto the car beside him.

“ I needed to get some air. “

I watched as he took a long drink. Looking at him, I realized that I had never seen him drunk before tonight.

“ What’s with the bottle? “

“ Rough night. “ He laughed.

“ What happened? “

“ Emma’s husband is back from the dead. “

I shook my head, not sure I heard him right. I had so many questions, but I kept it simple.

“ What? Did she leave? “

He took another long swig.

“ She sure did. “

I could see the pain on his face and I hated that I couldn’t do anything to help him, like he helped me the first night I met him.

“ Dean, I’m sorry. “

“ It’s alright. “

He cleared his throat and sat up straight.

“ Everything okay with you? “

“ Yeah, just tired. I really don’t know how you ever get used to all of this. “ I said with a little laugh.

“ It gets a little easier after a while. “ He slurred.

“ I know. “

I took the bottle and hopped off the car.

“ Let’s go cowboy. “

He let out breath, then slid off the car and onto his feet, surprisingly with perfect balance.

“ You gonna be okay? “ I asked, when we made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“ I’ll be fine kiddo. “

He kissed the top of my head, then went into his room. I took a big swig from the bottle, set it on the table, then made my way into my room. I closed the door quietly then laid on the bed and looked at Chase, who was still fast asleep. I put my hand on his face gently. I wanted to see something. I closed my eyes and focused. My heart stopped for a second when I seen what was in his head. I was smiling at him, tucking hair behind my ear, then when I blinked, my eyes went pure black. My hand fell from his cheek and I sat up. Is that how he really seen me? My phone buzzed, breaking my daze. I seen a number that I didn’t recognize. I slipped into the bathroom and answered it.

“ Tessa. “ Jessie said, and his voice sent an electric show through my body.

“ How did you get my number? “

“ I know people. “ I could hear the smirk on his lips.

“ What’s up? “

“ I just wanted to make sure you were okay. “

I hesitated, looking at Chase through the half open door.

“ No, to be honest, I’m not. “ I said.

“ Can you meet me tonight? “ I asked, running my fingers through my hair.

“ Text me the place. “

“ Tessa, “ Chase called out from the bedroom.

“ See you soon. “ Jessie ended the call.

I came back into the room and he was still laying down, propping himself up on his elbow.

“ You okay? “

I laid down and looked at him.

“ Are you? We haven’t really got to talk since we got here. “

“ It’s a lot to take in, but it’s kind of amazing what your family does. You guys save lives. “

“ Yes, but first rule in hunting, you can’t save everyone. “

“ Listen, I know you aren’t exactly thrilled about this, but at least give it a shot. “

I pulled on a smile and kissed him softly.

“ I love you. “ He wrapped his around me and pulling me into his chest.

“ I love you too. “ I breathed out.

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S&H: Ch. 27 The End Of the Beginning.

Chapter summary: Molten and Zion wake up, expecting to be by each others side; but they’re not.

Notes, Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15, Ch. 16, Ch. 17, Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Ch. 23, Ch. 24, Ch. 25, Ch. 26, Ch. 27

Zion woke up slowly. He felt like he had slept for a week; his head was light, and he felt more refreshed than ever before as a breeze blew on his face through the open balcony door. He raised a hand over his face and cracked open his eyes as the mid-morning sun shone in through the transparent net curtain in front of the glass doors. He blinked twice, confused.

He was in his room in the Askal Castle. But he did not understand how he got there. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking around, before looking at who lay in his bed; one of his ‘bed buddies’. A bay Pegasus lay beside him, laying on his stomach, snoozing quietly.

“What the fuck?” Zion muttered, holding his hand to his forehead. He sat on the edge of the bed, his silk sheets still covering his bare legs as he rubbed his face.

Molten.

That was all that was going through his mind. He had felt like he had lived a lifetime with the drake... But where was he? He remembered nothing about coming to the castle. He reached across to his bedside table, picking up his silver, latest model phone from its wireless charging station. He pressed the ‘on/off’ button. His lock screen showed his usual background of the Roanian flag. And then he saw the date; 26 June. He briefly remembered looking at his calendar the day of his and Molten’s wedding, and according to his phone, that year was three years.

Zion felt his head get even lighter, he felt dizzy. He unlocked his phone and scrolled through his contacts; no Molten and none of Molten’s family were in his contacts list. He put his phone down again and looked at his hands. No rings. No pale sapphire engagement ring, no silver and gold wedding ring. He breathed out through closed lips.

He thought hard. Long and hard. Trying to figure it all out. He felt like he had lost part of himself by not waking up to have the drake by his side.

And then it hit him.

“It was a dream.”

*-*-*-*

Molten groaned to himself as sunlight shone into his eyes. His head was throbbing from a hangover as he prolonged opening his eyes. Eventually, the heat of the sun irritated him enough to open his eyes. He stretched as he looked around. He was in his old bedroom; in the cottage he was supposed to have moved out of a few years ago. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the scales on his bare forearm; he was awake.

He forced himself up. He winced, thinking was hard with his hangover clouding his mind so he was pretty fucking confused. He sat on the edge of his bed, leaning on his knees. Immediately he saw there was no ring on his finger. He felt his horns; they were bare. He drew in a slow breath through his nose, trying to smell the air. There was no scent of a newborn lingering in the air.

Zion.

Where was he?

Molten reached for his phone. He pressed the ‘on/off’ button only to realise the battery was flat. He plugged his phone in quickly and waited for his lock screen to flash on. It felt like the longest minute of his life.

He saw the date on his phone. “Three years?” He questioned. “How?” He unlocked his phone as a dragoness with taffy scales and small wings entered the room. She was about Molten’s age, with smudged make-up and dressed in a cyan party dress.

“Hey, Bethany,” Molten said wearily, pushing aside the Zion ‘thing’ for now. Bethany looked at the ground, swayed from side-to-side.

“Moltie? Can I have some cash to get a cab home?” She asked, playing with her finger. Molten picked up his jeans from the night before and grabbed a twenty credit note from his wallet.

“That should be enough, right?” He asked, handing it the blue paper note. Bethany nodded, took the money and grabbed her high-heeled shoes on the way out. Molten Ross to his feet as she left, he walked into his bathroom at looked straight at himself, trying to remember everything he could as she searched through his phone.

“It wasn’t real?” He looked around the room. “It was a dream.”

*-*-*-*

As soon as his ‘bed buddy’ woke, Zion rushed him out the door. And not long after, he left the room, dressed in a crisp shirt and jeans. According to his dream, he had had an argument with sire before meeting Molten. Yes, he had never come out to his sire, but he didn’t want that to happen, not in this reality.

He motioned down the hallway. With any luck, he might have Mona accompany him to talk with their sire.

“Zion,” came his sire’s voice. He turned around.

“Father,” he greeted, pushing aside his thoughts. Arryn put a hand on Zion’s shoulder.

“Come with me,” he said. He brought Zion down to the library, which was now the games room of the castle, which was on the ground floor. Zion hadn’t been down here for years, alone anyway. Especially since most of his memories here were with his dam—she was an avid reader and loved the stars.

She used to keep her favourite books in one corner, way down the back, behind the once tall oak bookshelves. Zion put all his favourite books there too. It was the only part of the library that remained. Arryn brought Zion to that corner. There were two large chairs in that corner, a rocking chair and a solid oak chair. Zion remembered when his dam would sit in the rocking chair, cradling Kate or Sarabi as she read one of her books.

He swallowed hard. “Father, why have you brought me here?” He looked at the ground.

“You remind me so much of her, Zion,” Arryn replied. He motioned back towards the more modern part of the room, towards the red velvet couch and theatre screen. “So much.” He sat on the couch before gesturing Zion to sit with him. Zion did so.

“So, what have you been meaning to tell me?” Arryn said, getting straight to the point. Zion drew in a breath; this was so much harder than coming out to his sisters.

“I think I met my soulmate in my dreams,” he blurted. He held his head in his hands.

Arryn cocked a brow. “No one has experienced that in quite some time,” he noted. “Are you sure?”

“I lived so much of my life last night. Besides, why else would I dream about falling in love with a dragon?”

*-*-*-*

Molten strode through the forest. But this time there had been no argument at home, nor was he wandering as he had in his dream. His family was about twenty paces behind him, well most of them—someone had to stay with Ember and Blaze didn’t believe what Molten said.

He had gone through his tale in great detail, so it was convincing. He had heard of people dreaming for their soulmates, but it had only ever been about their first meeting or their wedding or something like that. He settled that if today was the day he met his chosen one, his soulmate, he wanted his family to be there to make sure it wasn’t a dream this time.

He could see something ahead, some white, thin figure. He moved closer, fixing his hoodie a little as he strode forward.

***

Zion heard someone comes closer. He saw Mona, his twin, give him two thumbs up. She was as excited as he was, giggling and smiling as they trespassed into Wyrmia. She was a sucker for romantic stories.

Zion smiled. His sire had insisted on all of them to come. This could be a historic moment for Wyrmia and Roania, so why miss it?

Zion relaxed with a deep breath and turned around. His icy blue eyes met Molten’s sky-blue eyes, rendering them both motionless. They felt like they had known each other their entire lives as they stared at each other. Their hearts raced as they wondered what to say.

Finally, Molten spoke. “Zion?”

“Molten,” Zion answered, his lips lifting into a smile. They didn’t realise it, but they were getting slowly closer, until Molten wrapped his arms and Zion, sweeping him closer to him. Zion held him back, burying his face in his hoodie. Molten drew in Zion’s sweet scent as he held him, rubbing the back of his hoodie. They separated gently until Molten saw Zion’s sisters.

“Mine also came along,” Molten whispered to Zion. He looked behind Molten.

“No, Ember?” He asked. Molten was a little taken aback, but it was a shared dream. He shook his head. Molten took Zion’s hands in his and ran his thumbs over the soft fur of his hands. Zion smiled at him and pecked him on the lips, Molten kissed him back for a longer-lasting kiss.

“I don’t suppose we could trade hoodies? Just until we meet again,” Zion suggested after they broke away, already trying to lift Molten’s off. Molten raised a brow but took off the hoodie. Zion held the hoodie in a bundle in his arms. He handed his own to Molten and slipped on his. It was quite a few sizes too big, but he expected it with the size difference between the two. Sleeves flopped passed his hands, and it ended near his knees—he loved it.

He smiled brightly and started back towards his family before turning back around to Molten, who led his small hoodie in his hands, feeling how soft it was. Zion jumped into his arms. Molten held him easily as he straddled him and they shared a sweet, long passionate kiss. Zion broke away and strode off, leaving Molten in the clearing. They smiled to themselves.

This is where it all begins.

#Scales and Hooves

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k-sseulegi · 7 years

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JJP fic rec~

I decided to make a list about my personal favorite jjp fics, in honor of their comeback. I do appreciate if you share your favorites with me as well~

Also don’t forget to stream Tomorrow, Today!! ❀

Okay here we go:

Citation - (college au/smut/slow burn/side markson) savage and tsundere jinyoung, only-soft-for-jinyoung jaebum… bad first impressions, and denial of feelings everywhere. sounds quite realistic huh?

Renewal - (a sequel to Citation, where jy is 25 and jb is, well much older) as good as the first one but hella more angsty (yeah i love angst) (and i literally fall in love the characterization of jinyoungie in this one)

Compass Calling (pirate au/prince!jy/pirate!jb/very well-written smut (get ready to squeeze yo ass cheeks)/angst/violence etc...) this fic is e v e r y t h i n g for me… The sexual tension between jinyoung and jaebum is so pleasurable that i cant even. you sink into the atmosphere so easily, the writer is really gifted about portraiting the scenes. it also has a very deep and sad side markson, so get your kokoro ready for this… i can talk about this fic like 9 hours but it’s not necessary bc READ IT OKAY

Better Late Than Never (college au/rich boyz/rivals/fights and angst) ENEMIES TO LOVERS IS MY KINK OKAY i will fite you. ehm let’s get back to the fic, it’s quite dynamic, i mean every second sth happens, so you don’t get bored or lose your concentration. jealous!jaebum stans will love it ( ¬‿¬)

It has a sequel too and it’s pure angst believe me —> Pace is the Trick

On the Road to Happiness (coffee shop au/amnesia/fluff/smut/angst/dont be surprised if you see some markjin/ plus side yugbam) Another beautiful fic… Mark is jinyoungie’s first love for a thousand years,platonically ofc, however he’s getting married with another woman and jinyoungie is his best man. and after background information takes place, shit got really real… However the real charm point of the fic is CHIC AND SEXY AND POSSESSIVE AND JEALOUS AND JY’S PEACH STAN JB. i assure that you’ll also see lots of the chin thing dsdkdkf

I’ll End Up Like Icarus (college au/fluff/romantic comedy) You should read it, i dont know what else to say. This fic has the most iconic lines i swear you’ll understand what i mean after you read and i like coffee; coffee is the key for everything.

Do What We Do (one shot/smut/cross dressing) get ready to quality smut to the accompaniment of jinyoung wearing a red miniskirt and lowkey but strong jjp feels, that’s all i say.

Breathless (college au/coffee shops/fluff/romantic comedy/mark and jackson are dicks) CUTEST FIC I’VE EVER READ i want to write this fic’s url on my forehead so everyone can reach this beautiful fic and we can make the world a better place i’m serious. Savage, devilish but still cute as hell jinyoung and confused-one-night-stand-boi jaebum strike again!! ((In this point i want to note that the characterization is very important for me in fanfics. I can’t read neither passive and soft jinyoung, or serious and henpecked jb fics. They’re seem so unrealistic (you know what i mean) and boring to me so i don’t enjoy reading them)) Fluffy scenes in this fic make my phone’s screen crack bc of me throwing it to the meaningless spots in my room with a stupid giggle and blush; just a friendly warning before u read…

Glass Fingertips (soulmates/marks/high school au/fluff/angst/some illnesses/dont worry noone’s gonna die) jinyoungie who has just moved in seoul is from jeju island, the place he misses the most and jaebum is his classmate, a froward boy who usually gets into fights and is not liked by much people in their school. Jinyoung has a mark on his forearm which means he has a soulmate somewhere he doesn’t know yet. He’s afraid of the power of the fate and he doesn’t want to believe that a ridiculous mark suddenly has appeared on his arm can erase all his rights to control and direct his life.

In other words; tough guy jaebum gets soft only for our dazed and confused jinyoung.

Work Sucks (smut/comedy/non au/jjp are officially boyfriends/jb’s about to explode lol) Basicially JB and Jinyoung haven’t have sex for weeks bc of their busy schedule, finally they have a day off but fuck their luck, they’re cockblocked by the world non-stop.

Stupid Lies: Let It All Burn Down (unrequited love/childhood friends/HEAVY ANGST/love triangles) I guess you should first read the previous parts of the Bleeding Love Saga series, but this part is my favorite so i only added this one. Even though it’s not finished yet, i have high expectations about this fic. Jaebum is a softie blindly in love and Jinyoung is an asshole that i don’t understand what he’s trying to do yet, i swore him about 6 minutes per chapter i admit it. *plays kokobop* It goes down down baby~

The Tiger & The Duke (sugar daddy jb/smut/angst/jealous!jb) Fav one of my faves… I personally am not a fan of sugar daddy fics, because everything happens so fast usually; i mean the daddy is the owner of everything, one day he sees our regular boy and falls in love with him immediately, is ready to give him the world etc… But in this fic everything develops slowly for both of them. I love this. And ofc it has savage and unattached jy and jealous, short-tempered and possesive jaebum; seriously what did you expect??

Bed Sheets (prostitute!jy/sugar daddy!jb/angst/smut) rich boy JB wanted our prostitute jy to be his fake boyfriend for one week and things started to get complicated. The characters and the plot are actually similar to The Tiger and The Duke actually but i love it whatsoever.

A Certain Romance (single dad!jb/baby yugyeom/escort!jy/fluff/smut/awkward situations) I’ll just copy paste the summary because that’s it: By day, he’s a top-rated babysitter. By weekends he’s an x-rated escort. These things are generally kept separate, until the day his weekend regular gets his phone number by recommendation and calls for an emergency babysitter. The problem is that Jaebum doesn’t know that Junior the escort is also Jinyoung the babysitter.In which Jaebum and Jinyoung know each other in the biblical sense but maybe want to get to know each other, too.

Also baby yugyeom is too precious for this world.

Walls of Glass (ABO dynamics/tattoos/omega!jb/alpha!jy/enemies to you’ll see/smut) This one is probably my favorite A/B/O universe fic. Jaebum’s family which is the number one enemy of jinyoung’s family (which is a new-house), is an old-house one and has been pure blood alpha for hundreds of years and everyone was sure jaebum is an alpha too, until suddenly the omega tattoo appeared on his neck in the middle of his alpha class. (I’m a simple person; if there’s tsundere jinyoung, sign me in)

The Buckwheat Flower (historical/war/one shot) It’s sad. It’s really sad. It leaves you purposeless. If you’re already sad don’t read it because tears won’t stop. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that very scene.

Hypersystem (sci-fi/unrequitted love) Another fic that broke my heart so bad. You’ll enjoy it if you’re interested in math and stuff tho. Jaebum is in love with Jinyoung for years, but Jinyoung is with Mark. Any other detail i give would be spoiler so i’ll shut up.

Falsettos, Stains, and Drama (high school au/drama club/fluffromeo!jb/juliet!jy/aaaand some jealous!bambam lol /everyone is so cute and shy omg) I’ll end this rec post with a fluffy one. Where the year’s play is Romeo and Juliet and everyone becomes wholly absorbed in their role.

#fanfiction #got7 #jj project #jjp #jinyoung #jaebum #bambam #mark #yugyeom #jackson #youngjae #ao3 #got7 fics #got7 fic rec #jjp fic #jjp fic rec

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suga-babby · 7 years

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Desire Pt.7 (p.jimin)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

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Author’s Notes:Hey loves! I’m so sorry this is so late! But hey it’s here now! Anyways, thank you again for your support! Please go follow my wonderful partner in crime @bamboree! Also if you love this please follow our wattpad account suga-babby. (Warning: there is some strong language and mature themes/suggestions in this chapter. No it’s not smut hahaha)

Summary: Amber has liked Jimin for sometime now. But unfortunately he is dating her best friend. When things start to unfold before her eyes, her life is changed. But is it for the good or the bad?

I woke up on my couch, still wearing the same makeup from the night before. I rolled over and glanced at the clock.

8:00 a.m.

I groaned in disapproval.

My phone buzzing on the coffee table, must've been the reason I woke up. I picked it up and saw Caroline's picture staring at me.

"Hey." I said groggily.

"Good morning! Did you forget that we're leaving at 10?" Caroline laughed into the phone.

"Oh no, I'm already packed so I'm sleeping in a little." I lied. I couldn't help but feel weird, especially about what happened, or what could've happened.

I know she was in the wrong, yet I couldn't manage the reoccurring guilt that resided in my stomach.

"Okay well I'll see you guys then. Bye!"

I walked over to the bathroom and took the remaining makeup off, dreading this entire beach trip.

I finally went through my clothes and threw some outfits together. I picked up my phone and realized I had about ten messages. All from him.

Jimin: Amber, I am so sorry. I just want things to be okay between us.

I slumped on my bed, I didn't know what to think or say. I understood, but can't he be selfish for one minute? I just wanted to tell him about her, about all the lies she's fed him.

I contemplated everything as I scanned over the messages.

Jimin: Did you want it too?

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. What do I say?

I began to type.

Jimin. I always have, I|

Jimin. I always|

Me: Jimin. It was the heat of the moment, don't worry ok?

I quickly sent the message, with utter dismay making itself comfortable in my gut. I exited out of my messaging app, hoping the feeling would subside soon.

As I zipped up my suitcase, someone was knocking on my door.

I sat up quickly, running to the door. I looked through the peep hole seeing Eliza's curls.

I smiled and opened the door, seeing her face smirking at me.

"Girl, you didn't answer any of my texts. I was starting to think something happened!" She said worriedly, storming inside my apartment. I shut the door behind her.

"I'm okay Eliza, really. I just overslept!" I lied through my teeth, hoping she wouldn't pry any further.

"So nothing happened when Jimin came over?" Eliza said sounding unsure.

"We just talked. That's all." I replied. She crossed her arms, and scoffed. "Fine, you don't have to tell me."

"Well there's nothing to tell." I added.

The room fell silent. I averted my eyes from her gaze, and went into my bedroom to grab my suitcase. I didn't really feel like telling Eliza about the almost kiss with Jimin. I avoided the subject because the last thing I wanted was to be reminded of last night. I came out to see her walking toward the couch, her curls bouncing with every step she took.

"Anyways... so are you all set for the beach?" She broke the silence.

"Yeah, let's just put on a movie until Caroline and Jimin get here." I told her.

As the movie began to play, Eliza muted it. "I don't want to watch a movie, I want to know if you're okay."

I sighed,"No I'm not okay, I don't want to be in this situation."

I began again,"I don't want to be number two, you know what I mean? Like he already has her, and I'm just going to be the other girl. It's just not fucking fair." I said angrily.

"But at the same time Amber, it's always been you. They've shared kisses and went on dates sure, but y'all always connected on a deeper level and you two know that." Eliza attempted to reassure me.

She laughed,"And you haven't even been number two because they haven't even had sex. Yet she's willing to cheat on Jimin with Chris. If anything that makes her lower."

I leaned my head on Eliza,"Speaking of which, do you know if he has any sort of social media?" She asked me.

"Why?" I said suspiciously.

"Nothing! I just wanna creep." Eliza smirked.

"Oh yeah his username is chris.m.1994" I said, looking at an old picture of him and Caroline from months ago.

Eliza grabbed her phone, and started typing really fast.

"Why?" I pressed again, becoming more suspicious.

"I may see what he's doing today... I'm that bitch." She laughed loudly.

"Eliza- NO STOP!" I tried snatching the phone from her hand. She got up and ran around my apartment, and I darted after her like a crazy woman.

"What's the harm?" She ran into my room. "I just wanna hang out with him!"

"The worst thing he could say is no! Or 'you're creeping me out and how did you get my username?' But I'm hoping for the best!" She said from the inside of my closet.

"GET OUT I'M NOT PLAYING! GIVE ME THE DAMN PHONE!" I yelled.

"Oh yeah? You and what army?" She said confidently.

We heard a knock on the door, and became silent.

"Eliza delete that message I am begging you." I whisper yelled into the closet crack.

She opened the door to the closet looking satisfied with herself.

"And it's done." She walked out of the bedroom,"I'll get the door... Muahahahaha."

I sat on my bedroom floor dumbfounded.

"Hey Caroline! Girl you look so good." That snake. She knew exactly what she is doing.

I was in such a trance I didn't even notice Caroline walk into my room.

"Hey what are you doing on the floor?" She asked curiously.

"Oh I was looking for an earring but couldn't find it so I gave up, and here I am now." I said fake smiling.

She laughed, and sat down next to me. " You haven't told Eliza about Chris right? I'm just asking because I don't want things to be more awkward." What did she mean?

"He doesn't even know about Jimin, he just thinks that he's our friend from out of town that comes and stays over sometimes." I wanted to punch her. I hesitated, then laughed nervously. "Oh really? And why would I do that?" I stood up and grabbed my bag.

"You're right, I was just curious." She followed me out of my room. As we made our way into the living room, I heard Jimin's infectious laugh.

We made eye contact and exchanged hellos...like nothing happened. My eyes panned over to Eliza, she was smiling at her phone and it made my heart race. I was scared of what the night might turn into.

"Shall we go?" Jimin asked, smiling and taking the bags from our hands.

We all piled into the car and headed off. Since we live in Oregon, the "beach" is a small lake front campsite. But to us it's a beach.

The car ride was for the most part silent, with the exception of the monotone music. Caroline kept trying to make small talk which didn't last long.

Just then I felt Eliza tap on my shoulder, she gestured for me to take her phone. I rolled my eyes and grabbed it.

I gave her a pained expression. "Just read it." She mouthed to me. I brought my attention back to her phone screen.

It was her Instagram conversation with Chris.

elizugh: hey you probably don't know me... but I'm a really good friend of Caroline's! I wanted to ask you something.

chris.m.1994: oh hey! what's up?

elizugh: nothing much, but you remember Amber right?

chris.m.1994: yeah she's super cool! I've only met her once though, what about her? :)

elizugh: well we thought that it'd be great if you surprised Caroline. We're going on a girls trip and it would be cool if you came! She would freak out :) But please don't tell her, we're trying to surprise her! Also sorry if this is weird we just love our friend!

chris.m.1994: you're fine hahah! I don't think you're weird! Okay for sure, I'll be there. Just send me the address! :)

I could not believe her. This was going to be a very long weekend.

Thirty minutes passed and we pulled up to the cabin. It was so quaint, there was two rooms on the first floor and a loft on the top.

It was now about seven and we were making dinner. Eliza was continuously checking her phone and chopping vegetables. Jimin was grilling the burgers, and Caroline was in their room. I sat there peeling the potatoes, my nerves eating away at me.

Eliza smiled and glanced at the door. I internally screamed as I heard a knock. I felt like I was about to puke.

"I'll get it." Jimin said confused. I watched as he walked over to the door eating a piece of meat. "Hey man, can I help you?"

"Hey you must be Jimin! I'm Chris! Yeah I'm looking for my girlfriend." Chris laughed, I could see that he was wearing cargo shorts, a navy shirt and a white hat. My eyes widened and I turned to Eliza who was trying her best not to burst out laughing.

"Hey! Come on in dude, Eliza is right there." Jimin said inviting him in while pointing at Eliza. Eliza waved subtly, looking back at me.

Like clockwork, Caroline came out from her room. "No that's my girlfriend." He said going over to Caroline, and wrapping his arms around her.

Caroline looked like she was about to pass out. Her eyes trailed up at Jimin, then to Eliza and me.

Jimin laughed, "Man there must be a mistake-This has been my girlfriend for two years?" He said in hysterics.

Chris let go and stepped back to look at Caroline. "Well that's weird because she's been my girlfriend for a year now."

The two boys stared at Caroline, Jimin had an unreadable expression. But at the same time it was like he was okay. "Aren't you going to fucking say something?" Chris yelled at her.

"Wait wait, let's not yell." Jimin sighed, "Caroline? Who is he?" He asked in frustrated tone.

Chris began to speak,"I'm-"

"No, no. Let her answer. Caroline, who is he?" Jimin pressed again, stepping closer to her. She ignored him and plopped onto the love seat.

"Yeah who am I?" Chris intervened.

I was watching Caroline's web unwind. I turned the stove off. Then sat at the table.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Caroline finally spoke.

"How did you even know I was here?" She emotionlessly questioned.

"That doesn't matter right now, don't try and flip this around. Who am I to you?" Chris raised his voice once more.

Jimin crossed his arms and sighed loudly.

"You guys are both my boyfriends, is that what you wanted to hear?" The two boys exchanged glances, and returned their gaze back to her.

Chris laughed,"Are you fucking serious, Caroline?"

"Yeah but its lik-"

Chris instantly interrupted,"No, no you told me that Jimin was a friend that stayed with you sometimes because he lives out of town. You told me that there as nothing to worry about! But clearly you're dating and have been dating for two fucking years!"

Jimin started getting mad I guess because he looked at her and I've never seen him look this way before. He then began to talk. "I know you met him at your training. I knew that you and him were close because you had the same major and you told me that you wanted to get closer to him because he had connections. This is so ridiculous."

"Why did you continue to have sleep with me then Caroline? If you had a boyfriend why would you do that?" Chris fumed.

"Wait a minute... you two slept together?" Jimin rose his voice.

"Jimin I- it's not what you think." Caroline got up from her seat and started approaching Jimin.

"Don't lie to him Caroline! You know it happened, so just tell him!" Chris yelled.

"You told me that you weren't ready. So I waited. Why would you tell me that?" Caroline began sobbing. I felt like shit, not because it's happening but the way it's happening.

"You know I was invited here to surprise you? I had the whole weekend planned, and it was going to be so perfect. Your friend sent me the address so I decided to show up."

Caroline wiped away her tears, and looked up at Eliza and I.

"You guys did this to me on purpose! You can't ever just leave things alone Amber!" She shouted at me.

"Don't fucking get mad at her!" Eliza said. She left the kitchen, and stood in front of Caroline.

"It was me. I sent him here." She confessed.

"Why would you-"

Eliza intervened. "Why would I? I thought we were all friends here? I'm sorry I didn't know the extent of your little relationship!"

Caroline jumped in front of Eliza and yelled, "Yeah but Amber does! She heard me on the phone the night of her birthday! So I know she told you so stop acting like you didn't do this on purpose!"

"You know you shouldn't be getting mad at them. They only did what was right." Chris said calmly.

"How long did you think you could do this Caroline?" Jimin asked looking at her intensely.

"I don't have to stay here and take this. I'm leaving." She snapped and went in the room to collect her stuff. "Don't follow me, I'm going to walk to the office."

The door slammed behind her and the room fell silent.

Jimin ran outside. My heart sank. We opened the door to see him sprinting after her in the driveway.

"Caroline! Stop!" He yelled.

"I told you not to follow me Jimin." She spat.

"I know, I just wanted to make sure you knew it was over." He smiled and waved at her. Then proceeded back to the house.

When he came inside it was like something was different. He looked up at me and half smiled, which I understood.

"Well guys, uhh thanks for the closure I guess. I should probably head out. Maybe we can hangout sometime, but in the way future." Chris laughed and waved as he opened the door. As the door slammed once more, we heard his car start and peel out.

I walked over to the couch and sat next to Jimin. "Are you okay?" I asked as I placed my hand in his knee.

"No" he paused, "but I will be." He smiled at me, placing his hand on top of mine.

#BTS jimin #bts #bts scenarios #BTS au #bts angst #park jimin #jimin imagine #bts fanfic #bts fluff #gif not mine #desire #jimin angst

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