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raindownforme · 3 years ago

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Crush

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader [she/her used]

It had been hours since y/n had started her stream. At the beginning of it she’d been working on the origins SMP and grinding at gathering supplies and resources while everyone else was off doing other things. A few times someone had popped onto the VC she sat in, Niki had talked while eating dinner and Ranboo had came to recount his day, but otherwise she had remained alone in the beginning.

But it had been several hours since then. Now it was 3 going on 4 in the morning. She sat curled up on her gaming chair, her eyelids just barely staying open. She was exhausted, but she was determined to stay awake until someone else started streaming. To pass the time, y/n had been interacting with chat and reading aloud donations.

“Hello?” A voice came through her headphones and she jumped, nearly falling out of her seat. “y/n?”

“Oh! Philza!” He chuckled a bit. Her voice sounded light and she began to yawn halfway through her sentence. “How nice to see you. What are you doing up?”

“Well it’s roughly noon for me and I was about to start streaming.”

“Ah. Of course.” She began to tap at some buttons, readying to move around her audience.

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Yeah. But I had a few people visit me.” As the notification of Phil going live dropped, she sent everyone over with a wave. “Niki and Ran came by.”

“Aw you sound disappointed.”

“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”

Philza laughed again. “Yeah? And who’s somebody?”

In her stupor she giggled and winked towards a camera that wasn’t on anymore. “I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”

The man froze, watching his chat go by a mile a minute. They kept throwing names around, even if they didn’t make sense, and he knew this wouldn’t end up any where good if it progressed. “Is it alright if we talk about this later? Why don’t you get some sleep.”

She yawned and stretched. She slowly went to get out of her chair. “Alright dad. Goodnight. I love you.”

“Love you too.” The discord call made the familiar noise of someone disconnecting and y/n turned off her display. She went and slunk into her bed, nesting underneath the covers, and quickly drifted to sleep.

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y/n woke up a few hours later. As she sat up the first thing she did was reach for her phone to see a missed call from Ranboo. She went to call back and he picked up almost immediately.

“You are so dumb.”

She groaned and wiped at the sleep in her eyes. “Can I be awake for five minutes first.”

“No actually. You’re trending on Twitter.”

She squinted, trying to recall anything. “Did I do something bad? Was it last night or....?”

“It wasn’t like. Bad. But it was last night. You told Phil on live that you have a crush on someone.”

She paused, feeling her face grow warm with embarrassment. “Did I say who it was?”

“No you didn’t.” She sighed and felt herself relax a bit. “But they’re trying to figure it out. You didn’t make it very hard.”

“Well I didn’t say a name.”

“Yeah so you let them pick from the six men your age who have been on this server. Like I said you’re dumb.”

She sat up and got out of her bed, letting Ranboo sit next to her on speaker. She went to her desk and booted up her computer. She pulled up twitch on one monitor and Twitter on another. Loading up the streaming site, she sorted through all of us Phil’s new clips to look for last night. She found it quickly and began playing it.

“Have you been awake long?”

“Yeah. But I had a few people come visit me.... Niki and Ran came by.”

“Aw you sound disappointed.”

“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”

Philza’s laugh echoed through her monitor’s speakers. “Yeah? And who’s that somebody?”

“I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”

The clip ended with Philza glancing wide eyed between the camera and his computer monitors. y/n sighed and looked over at her other monitor. Her twitch name was trending. She clicked on the tag and scrolled through countless tweets of clips of her and other boys from the Origins SMP. There were ones of her and Jack, her and Charlie, her and Wilbur, her and Sneeg, and even her and Tommy or Tubbo. She took the time to respond to ones of her and the younger boys, emphasizing that if anyone was going to speculate anything it wasn’t going to be with her and children.

“Ran, what do I do?”

“Ignore it? It’s not like you have an actual crush on any one right?”

She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Ran..”

“Oh! Oh my god!” He started laughing and y/n could hear him fall from his chair onto the floor. He kept laughing as he got up. “Oh please tell me who it is-“

“No! I’m an adult! I don’t have crushes on boys.”

“Oh that is fake!” He kept laughing and y/n rested her head in her hands. “You know you might as well tell me who it is.”

“Yeah fucking right.”

“I’ll black mail you.”

“No you won’t!”

“I’ll show Tubbo your number and he’ll leak it.”

“To who.”

“The discord.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah. When are you getting on.”

“An hour-ish.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Alright byeeeeeee.”

Ranboo ended the call and y/n sighed. If she told Ranboo who she liked, he’d eventually tell Tubbo, who’d eventually tell Tommy, until he told someone and so on so forth. They were teenage boys. It wasn’t a very lucrative group. And Tommy seemed to record with Charlie almost every week. It seemed impossible to get by without disrupting something.

y/n went on to busy herself around her home for the next hour or so, doing some cleaning and other chores that had to be done. When she finished, she made her way to her pc to begin recording. She wasn’t planning on a live stream today, but a recording session would still do her channel good.

As she sat to boot up Mojang, she pulled up discord on her second monitor. She saw the kids already in a call; Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo.

“Hey boys.” She slipped on her headphones as she entered the call, but they were all yelling.

“DON’T YELL AT ME.”

“I’L YELL AT WHOEVER I WANT WHEN I KNOW I’M RIGHT.”

“ARE YOU TOMMY? ARE YOU RIGHT?”

“Hi y/n.” Both boys stopped yelling as Tubbo pointed out that she had arrived. “Ranboo’s live by the way.”

“Thanks Tubbo. Are you guys on origins?”

“Yep!”

“Great, I’ll be on in a sec.” As she opened the world, she spawned somewhere she didn’t remember. It was dark around her, like she was swallowed by obsidian. “Uhhh, boys? I might be stuck.”

“I told you! I told you I was right! Chat tell Ranboo he’s an idiot!” Tommy started yelling again as Ranboo tried to tell him to shut up.

“That doesn’t explain why I’m surrounded by obsidian. I don’t have a pick!”

“Well, y/n,” she looked over to her discord call to see all the boys had their cameras on now. They all sat with their hands crossed while wearing sunglasses. Ranboo had his full mask on. Meaning he probably had camera on for his stream. Tubbo cleared his throat as he kept talking. “We have some questions for you.”

“If I answer can I get out of here?”

“If you answer honestly.” Ranboo leaned forwards a bit. “You told Philza Minecraft you had a crush on someone, correct?”

“Yeah. Sure. Might I add you’re all immature?”

“Is this crush, a man? Hmm?” Tommy tipped his sunglasses downwards slightly.

“Yes. How many more questions?”

“You’re not done. Is it someone on this server?”

“Does that matter Tubbo?”

“YES.” All the boys shouted in unison.

“Jeez fine. He has played on multiple servers, this could be one of them.”

Tommy slammed his fist on his desk. “HONESTY.”

“YES. HE IS.”

Ranboo gave a fake evil chuckle. “So it’s someone we know. A man we know. A gamer we know. One of us.”

“Yeah yeah.” y/n quickly pulled up twitch on her third monitor, making sure that he wasn’t watching Ranboo’s stream.

“Now y/n. I’m muted on my stream right now. Is it Wilbur?”

“Uhh…” He was there. He was watching the stream. Whatever she answered, he’d know.

“Wilbur! It’s Wilbur!” The boys started cheering as she realized that she didn’t quite answer. But as long as Charlie didn’t know the truth.

“Yeah. Can I come out now?” She watched charlie’s name disappear from the chat. In her game, Ranboo’s character came over to set her free from the obsidian.

“Thank you for your honesty.”

“Yeah no worries. I’ll see you later boys.” She logged out of the server and scooted away from the monitors. She knew she made a bigger problem for herself.

She walked over to her bedside table, taking her phone off the charge, and went to face time Wilbur. He picked up quickly, holding the phone extremely close to his face.

“y/n!”

“Are you streaming?”

“No not at the moment.”

“Great because I fucked something up.”

“Oooooh tell me.” Wilbur propped up his phone in front of him and took a drink of something in a mug.

“So the children- did you see the clip from Phil’s stream?”

“Absolutely. Continue.”

“They went and cornered me into telling who my crush is. And they said you and I was distracted so they assumed you-“

“Is it me?”

“No fuck off. But now everyone thinks it’s you and even worse, the actual person was watching! He thinks I have a crush on you and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

Wilbur nodded. “Well who is?”

y/n pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before admitting the truth out loud for the first time. “Charlie.”

Wilbur froze, then scrambled to pick up his phone. “I have to go.”

“WILBUR NO.”

The line went dead from Wilbur’s end and y/n groaned, chucking her phone against her pillows. She rubbed at her eyes with her palms, deciding she might as well continue recording.

y/n logged back onto the Origins server, keeping herself out of the active discord calls. She could see that the three boys were still in a call, and Wilbur was talking with Philza. She rolled her shoulders back, getting into the mindset to record.

“Hey everybody!” y/n went on start the recording, talking mostly to herself about finishing construction on her house. It was quite a tall house, built of mostly stone and cobble, but she was still proud of it. The bottom two floors were reserved for storage and mining, and there was one room of entirely water for Niki. The top floor was a large spread patio frames in by dark oak fencing with a glass roof surrounded by dark oak half slabs. Her being a skeleton in the game, having a vantage point helped her snipe enemy mobs. It was also conviennent for attacking creepers to get music discs. She had quite the collection growing already.

“Okay so if I-“ y/n paused, looking over at her other monitor. In the main chat of the Origins SMP server, Wilbur had a sent a singular message.

WilburSoot: dress formally for an event in 2 hours time hosted at the Pubé

y/n took a breath, a bit nervous of what that meant, but still responded to let him know she would be there. In the meantime, she continued on her video, taking the 2 hour period to build herself a lovely garden area and an additional storage area deep underground.

“Thank you everyone! I hope to see you all soon.” She ended the recording and took a breath. There were 15 minutes until Wilbur’s event, and she supposed she had to dress nicer than her pajamas.

A moment later, she returned to her computer wearing her favorite sweater and a comfortable pair of pants. Looking over at discord, she could see most of the Origins SMP members in a discord call together, excluding only Schlatt, Technoblade, and SMajor. She took a breath, thinking for a moment, then clicked into the call.

“Hello?”

“y/n!!!” Jack’s voice screamed through her headphones.

“Sorry he’s a bit loud.”

“OI. AM NOT.”

“Come down mate.” Philza cleared his throat. “y/n. Lovely to have you.”

“Thanks Phil.”

“Before we start, no one’s live at all.”

She paused cueing up the game, her mouse hovering over the server. “Before we start what?”

No one answered. Quietly, she entered the server and made her way to the Pubé.

“Welcome to event of the century.” Ranboo’s character jumped up and down. Every one stood in the Pubé facing her.

“Alright. And what kind of event is this?”

“A ball! With food and drink provided by Philza and music provided by Tommy.” Wilbur’s character ran over to the jukebox in the corner to show her.

“That’s lovely, Will. Was I supposed to be more dressed up?”

“I think you’re perfect as is.” Charlie’s character jumped up and down. She paused, trying to swallow the giddy feeling rising in her chest.

“Let’s begin! Tommy, the music?” Wilbur turned the the teen as he placed the music discs. y/n watched everyone pair off, leaving her and Wilbur alone. Wilbur walked over to her, hitting her playfully.

“Hey Wilbur.” y/n looked over as the two went into a separate call.

“y/n!!! How are you doing? Enjoying the party?”

“Well I haven’t been here very long.” She held her hands closed over her lap. “Wilbur, I feel like there’s something going on here.”

“It’ll be fine. Trust me?”

She sighed, a smile playing at her lips. “Fine.”

“Good.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Maybe dance around a bit. I’m going to talk with Phil.”

They both left the chat, Wilbur entering a call of just him and Philza and y/n entering the main room. The music was still playing. Everyone seemed to have split off into groups, leaving her alone. She sat by herself, watching everyone mingle about. It was only her in the main call, leaving everyone else in groups, but it was nice. She turned her head to watch her second monitor, seeing Charlie move out of the call with Wilbur and Philza to the main room with herself.

“H-Hey there.” She watched Charlie’s small character bounce over to her. “How’s it hangin?”

“Oh. Uhm. Good I guess. It’s nice to see you back on the server.”

“Yeah I guess I haven’t played in a while. I mean I haven’t streamed that much either but I’ve been recording.”

“That’s nice!”

“Yeah. I mean I’ve been able to watch other streams though.”

y/n thought back Ranboo’s stream earlier in the day, knowing full well Charlie had been watching that one. “Right.”

“We don’t have to talk about it. I mean I know how you feel.”

“Oh. Oh no please tell me Wilbur didn’t say anything.” y/n rubbed at her forehead with the heel of her palms. Convincing the internet she was in love with Wilbur Soot had been a problem in its own, but Wilbur telling Charlie she had a crush on him? “Look Charlie I’m sorry I didn’t want him to tell you it’s just- god you’re so nice and funny and really cute and it’s a stupid crush I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I’m so sorry Charlie.”

The other end of the call was quiet for a moment, but then she head Charlie almost laugh. “You have a crush on me?”

The realization washed over like a tsunami. He’d been talking about the stream, Wilbur hadn’t said anything. “God no wait Charlie-“

“On me? You have a crush on me?”

“Okay now you’re just rubbing it in. I take it back.”

“You can’t take that back!”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to.”

y/n paused, a smile creeping on her face. “Are you telling me that you have a crush on me over a Minecraft server?”

“You said it first!”

She glanced over at the camera on her computer for a moment. “We could have avoided this the whole time?”

“I- yeah we could’ve.”

y/n giggled, resting her face in her hands. “Is this our first date then?

“No!” She could hear Charlie suck in a breath. “I mean, let me take you somewhere better. Just give me a few days?”

“Days? That’s speedy isn’t it?”

“Okay Maybe weeks. But I’ll take you somewhere. Anywhere. Trust me.”

“Of course.”

She could hear Charlie laugh on the other end of the call. “Until then, how much time do we have to make up for?”

She smiled, settling herself into her chair. “Charlie, more than you could ever think.”

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mollymauk-teafleak · 3 years ago

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Same Smile

Huge thanks to my wonderful girlfriend @spiky-lesbian and my amazing friend @minky-for-short for the inspiration and listening to me reigniting my widomauk obsession.

Please reblog and leave a comment over on Ao3!

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Caleb Widogast did not know his husband, Mollymauk Tealeaf, had an identical brother.

He didn't know his husband had two identical brothers.

He didn't know one of those identical brothers is on shore leave and was sitting on his couch. Not until he kissed him, anyway.

Basically a Modern AU where all of the tenants of the Tealeaf body are identical triplets!

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Caleb dropped his satchel on the floor with a dull, heavy thunk. He tried to find it in him to care when one of the overtaxed buckles popped open and a pen, some student’s papers and a handful of crystals spilled across the hall rug. That could be a problem for tomorrow morning.

But for tonight he’d had a very, very long day. He’d had two seminars where none of his students had done the reading, a lab demonstration that had gone horribly wrong and made him smell like ammonia all day, he’d had to eat lunch on the train to make it to the bookshop on time only to find the day’s delivery was wrong and he’d ended up with hundreds of copies of a medical textbook that was very informative but probably weren’t going to sell very well. All in all it had been a pretty shit day and a burst buckle was not going to muscle its way in on top of all that.

Caleb had a very narrow, very selective list of what was going to be allowed in the rest of his day. And top of that list was finding his husband, slumping down next to him and pressing his face to the curve of his neck where the scent of his perfume was the strongest. Next on that list was letting his son sit on his lap and do that adorable thing he’d been doing lately where he rubbed his head all over his papa while babbling contentedly, almost like he was just telling Caleb about his day. Next was his daughter curling around his shoulders and purring loudly right next to his ear.

And that was about it, honestly. Maybe a cup of tea.

Caleb hung up his coat and scarf, both of them still dusted with drizzle from outside, kicking his shoes into the corner. He half considered going and putting his pyjamas on but that wasn’t on the list, he just needed to have Molly run his fingers through his hair to work the knots out of it and tell him everything was okay, that he was home now.

Molly was curled up on the sofa, the slightly tatty one with it back to the door. He had his hair loose, just pushed back from his face with a thin leather headband. It looked nice, Caleb made a vague mental note to tell him so.

“Hey,” Caleb leaned over the edge of the sofa, already smiling just from the closeness, “You would not believe the day I’ve had…”

He didn’t give his husband a chance to answer, just kissing him softly, catching his lips halfway through forming a word. Caleb melted into it, putting his hand to his face, stoking his thumb across a cheek that was slightly rougher than he remembered it being that morning.

Caleb froze, eyes snapping open.

He yanked himself backwards, face completely expressionless as he stared at this person he’d just kissed. This person who absolutely, definitely was not his Mollymauk.

That person grinned crookedly, “I think you’re still having it, Red.”

Whenever Caleb was confronted by sudden panic, his brain chose to cope with it by shutting down entirely, by going into some kind of distant stand-by mode like a computer overwhelmed by a virus and choosing to simply crash in response.

Which was probably why he responded to this stranger that looked exactly but not exactly enough like his husband, sitting on his sofa and who he’d just passionately, mistakenly kissed, by opening his mouth and saying, “You’re not on the list.”

The stranger’s lopsided grin didn’t fade, the same sharp teeth that lived in Mollymauk’s mouth flashing but a few of these were cracked, one entirely made out of dentist’s acrylic, like this person had been punched in the face a few times. They were also wearing black leathers mostly, a sleeveless tunic that billowed out into a coat, a tight white shirt underneath and close fitting pants. And the tattoos weren’t right, he had them for certain but the designs and placement were wrong, these were heavily done in stark black and showed mostly waves and coordinates and compasses. They looked like homemade stick and poke jobs. The jewellery wasn’t as heavy either, seaglass threaded onto leather and thin gold chains.

Not Mollymauk. Definitely not Mollymauk.

“You must be Caleb,” they chuckled knowingly, “Nice to finally meet you.”

Caleb was saved from having to think of where to go from there by footfalls on the creaky floorboards in the hallway and Mollymauk appearing in the doorway. His actual Mollymauk, he glanced up and down him and confirmed it- the heavy gems hanging from his horns, the bright flowing coat and high boots, the scars that littered his neck and collarbone, the stretch marks that peeked between the waist of his leggings and his crop top.

What threw Caleb for a moment was the slightly harried, slightly exasperated expression on his face. He could count on both hands the amount of times he’d actually seen Mollymauk look stressed like that. Also the fact that he was holding a tray on which he’d actually gone to the effort of arranging two mugs that almost matched, sugar in a little bowl, a milk bottle, a handful of spoons.

Molly’s red eyes flickered between them for a moment before his face slumped into an expression of equal parts guilt and defeat. Like the face of someone who’d forgotten to water someone’s beloved houseplant and had been caught in the middle of replacing it.

“Oh,” he said in an attempt at cheeriness that was edged with too much tiredness to be convincing, “So you’ve met already…”

“A little more than that,” the Not Mollymauk laughed, leaning back casually and kicking their boots up onto the scuffed coffee table, “Your husband’s a good kisser, Moll.”

Caleb gave a strangled squeak of alarm, all that he could come up with in his own defence while his brain was still in static mode, feeling his face flush a hot, prickly red.

Molly just shook his head, an exhausted kind of realisation tightening his already tight smile, “Um...Caleb, this is Kingsley. Kingsley is, uh...he’s my brother.”

Caleb stared at him blankly, metally tearing through his files for any hint that his husband had mentioned a brother before and coming up empty, “Your...he’s not on my list, Mollymauk.”

Molly tilted his head slightly and gently skipped over that, shooting Caleb a brief, pleading look that promised an explanation later. He moved past Caleb to set the tray down on the coffee table, his tail giving an irritated flick to move his apparent brother’s feet out of the way first.

Kingsley moved, apparently completely unfazed by anything that had happened so far, “He’s cute, Moll, where did you find him? When you told me you’d shacked up with a professor of all things, I was expecting someone a little more-”

“We met at one of my shows,” Molly cut across him, not wanting to hear the end of that sentence, “We were friends for years and then we got together. And he isn’t just a professor, he’s got the bookshop too.”

“Gods, your band!” Kingsley laughed, folding his legs up underneath him instead, “I remember that, you and Yash and that busted old guitar you had...I mean, fuck man, if he still married you after hearing you play, you know it’s true love.”

Molly gave a noncommittal grunt, pushing one of the mugs at him perhaps a little harder than he needed to.

Caleb hesitantly moved to sit in a chair off to the side, still quite unsure what to do. He was so distracted he almost sat on Frumpkin, who huffed and slithered into his master’s lap, glaring through slitted eyes at this doppelganger of someone he already wasn’t fond of.

“But yeah, like I was saying,” Kingsley, cradled the tea between cupped hands as scarred as his brother’s, “The Revelry’s got me running this cargo to Nicodranas and I thought hey, if I’m going to be in the area, why not drop in on my favourite brother?”

“Why not,” Molly repeated, a little thinly, “Without calling or sending a letter or anything to let me know you’d be stopping by…”

Caleb winced a little at the undercurrent of annoyance underneath his love’s voice but Kingsley only laughed, like it was a joke.

“C’mon, you know that’s not how I work, Moll. I never know where I’m going to be heading or when. I’m just glad I got to see you! Especially seeing as apparently you got married since I last saw you? And popped out two kids, what the hell?”

“Una is adopted,” Molly mumbled, like that was the important point.

“I didn’t know you had it in you,” Kingsley continued brightly, now smiling wide enough that Caleb caught the wink of a gold tooth, “I mean, you’re easily the most responsible out of all of us but still, married with kids, that's actually insane…”

Caleb’s eyebrows rose. He adored his husband but one thing he’d never be able to call him was responsible. Molly caught the movement from where he was sitting next to Kingsely and his cheekbones coloured.

Feeling a sudden stab of guilt, a sudden need to rush to Molly’s defence after he’d done it for him, Caleb blurted out, “Mollymauk is a great dad.”

Kingsley looked over to him, smiling crookedly, “I bet. He was always running around after me and Luce, making sure we didn’t get into trouble...well, as much trouble, I guess. Hey! Have you heard from Lucy lately, Moll? I haven’t spoken to him even longer than I hadn’t spoken to you.”

Molly tensed instantly at the question, jaw growing taut like a bowstring, his quietly simmering frustration igniting into full blown, barely concealed fury.

“I don’t speak to Lucien,” was all he said, voice tight and tense and, above all, final.

Even Kingsley seemed to pick up on that, backpedalling quickly, “Sure, sure...so where are these sprogs of yours, then? I’m so excited to meet them...”

“Yasha offered to take them for a few hours after I realised we had our unexpected guest,” Molly bit off the end of the sentence sharply, clearly struggling to maintain his control. He shook his head tightly, standing up and sighing, “Excuse me…”

Kingsley opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, finally falling silent as he watched his brother disappear in a swirl of his coat. Caleb didn’t hesitate, getting to his feet and moving after him, throwing Kingsley an apologetic glance.

“I’ll just, uh...see what he needs.”

Kingsley just nodded, flashing him a quick smile that didn’t quite shine as bright as his other ones, then just staring into his drink. Frumpkin jumped up next to him, eyeing him suspiciously.

In the kitchen, Caleb found Molly with his head in his hands, in the middle of a long, deep breath. Caleb tried to remember everything his husband did for him when he got overwhelmed, coming up behind him and gently wrapping his arms around his middle. Instantly he felt Molly lean into his touch, aching into it.

“I’m an asshole,” he heard him groan, muffled by his palms.

“You’re not,” Caleb murmured into his purple curls.

“I am,” Molly dropped his hands, “Gods, I haven’t seen my brother in years and he comes here and I didn’t even tell my husband or my kids about him, what does that make me look like to him? To you?”

Caleb shrugged, “It was a bit of a surprise...um, why didn’t you tell us? Just out of curiosity…”

Molly turned in his arms, pressing his face to the curve of his neck, having to bend as Caleb was just a little shorter than him. It was long enough that Caleb had accepted he wasn’t ready to talk about it, content just to hold him and let it pass, but then he felt him murmur.

“I hardly ever see him. He’s a pirate with the Revelry, he’s always off sailing somewhere and...and I try, I used to try but he never replies and I’d spend ninety percent of the time having no clue where he was before he’d just pop up suddenly and I’d have to bend my life around him for however long he’d stay and then have him just run off again…”

“And...Lucien?” Caleb asked hesitantly, “He’s your brother too?”

Molly moved back, eyes suddenly solid and serious, “Caleb, I need you to promise me, if you ever hear anything from Lucien, if you ever see him or he contacts you, you ignore him completely and you come straight to tell me. Don’t let him get anywhere near the kids, don’t listen to a word he says, just ignore him and find me. Understand?”

Caleb swallowed hard, more than a little taken aback, he’d never seen Molly like this, “I promise.”

At that, Molly relaxed a little, “He just...he’s not a good man, Caleb. He’s in deep with this cult shit, just...we’re having nothing to do with him anymore.”

Caleb nodded but a question was pressing irritatingly at the base of his tongue, wanting to push forward, as much as he worried it would upset Molly. His husband noticed, reading his face as easily as he ever had, a tired but fond smile chasing the last of the severity off his face.

“Go on then,” he prompted gently, “Ask me.”

Caleb almost groaned in relief as he nearly blurted, “How do you know they’re your brothers?”

Molly gave a rough laugh, “You mean aside from the obvious, that they look enough like me that you sucked Kingsely’s face thinking it was mine?”

Caleb’s face went up like flashpaper as he started to splutter, “It was an accident!”

Molly grinned, looking a little more like himself, putting a gentle hand on his cheek, “I get it, babe, don’t worry, I’ll take an IOU...but I get what you mean. You’re right, I don’t actually remember growing up with them, I don’t remember actually being their brother. And that’s kind of why it kind of hurts having him around, honestly.”

Caleb nodded sympathetically, “So they just sort of showed up after you woke up again?”

“Yeah,” Molly huffed out a laugh that didn’t have much humour in it, “Imagine you’re just walking down the street one day and some guy with your own face runs up to you and hugs you so hard it knocks you off your feet.”

“I can see how that would be...disconcerting?”

“Somewhat,” Molly sighed, moving to look at his reflection in the microwave door, trying to sort out the mess he’d made of his makeup, “Kingsley just...he’s a sweet enough guy even if he is a flit but...when he looks at me he sees this big brother he thought he’d lost, someone who apparently looked after him and ran around after him and held things together for him. Someone I absolutely am not. And he can’t seem to get it through his skull that I can’t be that person.”

Caleb gently but firmly stepped in front of Molly, taking his hands in his own. He didn’t seem to realise how badly they were shaking.

Molly gripped his fingers tightly, like he was holding on for dear life, like he hadn’t even realised how deep the water around him was until Caleb reached out.

“Honestly,” his voice was a shaky exhale, “I’m kind of glad he doesn’t stick around. He’d realise his brother’s gone for good.”

Caleb took a moment to consider his words, wanting desperately to say the right thing, willing his brain to kick into gear and let him help.

“Maybe if he met you now he’d realise he liked the brother he has?” he murmured gently, running his thumbs soothingly across Molly’s knuckles, “I am biased but I think you’re pretty fantastic.”

Molly smiled softly, leaning forward until he was resting his forehead on Caleb’s, “Thanks…”

“I don’t think you need to pretend to be anyone else,” Caleb promised, shifting slightly so he could press his lips to his forehead. It wasn’t quite the kiss he was imagining but he could tell it made Molly feel better and that was all that mattered.

Maybe so he couldn’t lose his nerve, Molly quickly returned the favour with a gentle kiss to the cheek and moved back into the living room. Caleb decided it was best to give them a moment, making a cup of tea of his own. He lingered over it, holding the warmth between his hands, watching the light outside of their small window turn from the full, deep orange of sunset to a cool blue.

Only then did he pad into the living room, not entirely sure what he was going to find. Of course he trusted Mollymauk but still, it wouldn’t hurt to be a little prepared to break up a fight. He mentally catalogued the components in his pockets, just in case.

But when he stuck his head around the corner, there were no flying feathers or drawn swords. The two Tealeafs were sat on the sofa together, Kingsley in the middle of another ramble, hands moving through the air as he gestured widley. Molly had an expression of bemusement and vague surprise.

“-and I was thinking I could show them how to tie knots, I swear man, you don’t even know how many godsdamned knots there are,” Kingsley was saying, eyes alight with excitement, “And maybe, if it was okay with you and Red obviously, I could take em out on the ship sometime! Just a little day trip and you guys could come too, there’s a place where you can always see dolphins and there’s seals and I even saw a whale once! Kids would be into that, right? Kids like animals, don’t they?”

For the first time, Kingsley looked something other than blithely amused. For the first time, a kind of hopeless uncertainty edged into his eyes.

Molly clearly caught it, something in him softening, “You...you really want to spend time with my kids?”

“Of course I do!” Kingsley blinked, “I mean, okay, I’ve not been the best brother on the planet but I’m an uncle now. Like, I’m someone’s actual uncle! That’s the most incredible thing and I just really want to do a good job at it. I want them to like me.”

For a moment, Molly looked startled, like he hadn’t expected him to say that. But once it had sunken in, his face cracked into a smile.

“I’ll be honest, Kingsley, I don’t think you’re going to have to work that hard to get them to like you. You’ll see.”

Kingsley looked like that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him, his face lighting up like the dawn.

“And look,” Molly shrugged, “You’re not a shitty brother or anything just...just call more, damn it.”

“Okay, I promise,” Kingsley was back to laughing, looking like he was a second away from pouncing on Molly and hugging him, “I mean, I'm gonna be checking in with my little niece and nephew all the time, right?”

“Yeah,” Molly grinned back at him, “I guess you will.”

For all the broken teeth, they really did have the exact same smile.

Caleb leaned against the doorway, eyes warm as he watched them, as he watched Kingsely loudly announce that he’d even brought a present for his new family members before pulling an entire cutlass out of a holster neither of them had noticed under his coat, as he watched Molly choke down a laugh and start to explain why, as cool as they’d find it, a pirate sword really wasn’t an appropriate gift for two toddlers.

None of this had been on his list. But there was something to be said for surprises.

#modern au #widomauk #mollymauk tealeaf #caleb widogast #kingsley tealeaf #critical role #please comment!

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uglymanchronicles · 3 years ago

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Ugly Man Chronicles Reignition Book 2 Chapter 2: My Breakfast With Evan

Just a couple dudes getting to know each other.

“If you must know,” Evan sighed, spearing a glistening sausage on the end of a flimsy plastic fork, “my jackass older sister thought it would be hilarious to give me a cupcake she'd baked with about a dozen powdered viagra for my fifteenth birthday. I wound up passing out eventually. Burst a lot of blood vessels. Damaged the erectile tissue beyond usefulness.”

Titus froze mid-coffee-sip. “Seriously? What a bitch!”

“Buddy, you don't know the half of it.”

“So... no signs of life down there?”

“Nothing for twelve years.”

“I think I would literally kill myself.”

“It's not so bad, I guess. At least I don't have to drain the blood out of it any more.”

“Eugh! Fuck! Did not need to hear that!”

“Well, maybe you shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answer to.”

“Do you get, like, blue balls all the time, then?”

“That's basically my ground state of being.”

Titus whistled flatly, avoiding looking Evan in the eye. He settled for staring at the table. There wasn't a lot of Evan's face that he felt comfortable looking at; every part seemed to at least be adjacent to some unpleasantry or another. About the only safe area was his right eye, which, as luck would have it, was directly opposite Titus's 'good' eye. Titus rallied and met Evan's gaze again. “Alright, your turn.”

They'd agreed on a sort of mutual interview process, taking turns asking questions to suss out what the other was capable or if he was worth having around. Evan took a bite out of the sausage and chewed thoughtfully for a moment.

“Who's Moreno?”

Titus hissed through his teeth. “A real piece of shit.”

“I'm going to need more than that.”

“I'm getting to it. He's basically, like... a freelance henchman? Like, sort of a mercenary criminal. Sells his services to the highest bidder.”

“And why's he matter?”

“That's another question.”

“No, it is not,” Evan said, quiet and serious. “Do not argue with me in bad faith, Titus. I have very little patience for it in the best of times.”

Titus regarded him for a long moment. The man across from him was wider than the table they sat at. His muscles were so pronounced in some points that Titus could tell when he was about to move by the way they bulged and contracted. Yet he gave the impression that he was constantly trying to pull himself inward, to make himself smaller. He spoke quietly and with a simple formality, but only hours before Titus had watched him single-handedly beat down some of the nastiest people he'd met in the past month.

Hmm.

“Fine. Moreno matters because I'm after the guy he's working for. You see, Moreno isn't just a normal scumbag. He works for people who need nasty things done. Not like regular nasty, either. How much do you actually know about magic?”

“I've got some... notes. So far I'm not able to find a lot of coherent rules. It mostly seems like it relies on things that nobody would normally do.”

Titus snapped his fingers and pointed at Evan. “Hit it right on the head. Rituals, reagents, that kind of thing... the reason—well, one of the reasons—magic doesn't just happen all the time by accident is that it's all weird little things. A lot of the more heavy magic relies on some pretty elaborate and obtuse shit to get it going.”

Evan momentarily thought back to the Book of Fate and his ritual in the woods. “So Moreno does these things for people?”

“Yeah. Thing is, though...” Titus stopped raising a forkful of eggs halfway to his mouth and set it down again, as if he'd momentarily lost his appetite. “The people who use his services generally practice some pretty vile magic. Real depraved shit. And to empower depraved magic, you need depraved rituals. Moreno is the guy you go to when...”

“I think I get it,” Evan interjected, since Titus seemed to be struggling with deciding whether to continue. “Your turn.”

Titus tapped his fingers on the table for a moment, then looked Evan in the eye. “How smart are you?”

The scars on Evan's face squirmed around as he actually smirked. “What kind of question is that?”

“Hey, we agreed no 'whys'.”

“Alright, alright. Well, there's really no objective metric for it, but... I have Master's degrees in computer science and theoretical physics, Bachelor's in those in addition to mathematics and electrical engineering, and associate's degrees and certificates in everything from EMT training to ballet. I should have my doctorate in physics, but...” he said, with a bitterness that Titus made a note of, then changed gears. “Oh, and I also speak Mandarin, Spanish, Japanese, French, and Arabic pretty fluently. I also know ASL. I can get by in German and Russian, too. I don't know if any of that is what you meant but--”

“Jesus, I get it,” Titus muttered, rubbing the side of his head. “How the fuck do you make money?”

“Software consulting, mostly. I specialize in security and processing efficiency. People pay me to break into their systems and then patch the holes, or to make their code run quicker or make their programs smaller. I've got a few patents I've licensed that bring in most of my income nowadays, though.”

“Anything I would have heard of?”

“If you've used a computer made in the last four years it probably has something I wrote integrated somewhere into it. I also helped develop a protein-sequencing program that helped develop a vaccine for this nasty SARS variant that broke out in China last year. They say if they hadn’t nipped it in the bud it could’ve spread worldwide and we’d be looking at millions of deaths by now.”

Titus scrunched up his face. “Oh yeah, just say that like it’s no big deal.”

“I’m just glad it turned out not to be one. What I'd really like to do is get my compression algorithm out there, but if I do that, somebody's going to try to hoard it all for themselves.”

“Are you talking to yourself or me?”

“Look, I... a few years ago I figured out a way to compress memory down by a exponential factor of six with zero loss. All it takes is a couple software plugins that don't take up much room themselves. Essentially, I could make a gigabyte fit in a kilobyte with very little trouble, now that the math's figured out.”

“Holy fuck, that's insane! Why haven't I heard anything about this?”

“Mainly because I don't tell people. If I put it up on the market, some ISP would buy it and bury it. If you make information smaller, you make it faster. Can you imagine what it'd do to internet access if dial-up and barebones cellular networks suddenly had the bandwidth of fiber optics? It would... maybe not revolutionize our society, but it would level a lot of playing fields. Bring a lot of underdeveloped areas of the world—hell, this country—up to modern levels with no extra cost. The telecomms would crash and burn so hard. But I don't have the means to get it out there without going through someone else. Yet,” Evan added. “So I basically work watered-down versions of the compressor into the software I make. Nothing that can be duplicated, and nowhere near its full potential, but enough to get me hailed as some kind of genius and pay the bills.”

“So why aren't you on your own private island or something somewhere instead of puttering around God's Ashtray in a shitty old Bug?”

“Hey, the Beetle is not shitty,” Evan said, defensively. “And I'm just waiting for the AC in my RV to get fixed or I'd be driving that.”

“Oh hot damn! Now that's the way to live!”

“Not the one I'd choose voluntarily, but it could be worse.”

“How come you're doing it, then?”

“I think it's my turn to ask,” Evan said, mildly.

“Fine,” Titus said grumpily, crossing his arms.

“How do you make money?”

“That's easy. I'm basically a freelance bailbondsman. I just roam around, drop my advertising around bars and courthouses.”

“You get many clients that way?” Evan asked, cocking his remaining eyebrow.

“Oh, you'd be amazed how desperate people can get,” Titus said, shrugging. “Of course, they're usually not the most responsible people, so when they bounce, I track 'em down myself, drag ‘em back to jail, get the money back. My eye usually makes it super easy. Sometimes they don't even see me before I get the cuffs on 'em.”

“Why did you feel the need to rob a bunch of drug dealers, then? The thrill of it?”

“I had a pressing need for a large amount of cash that my normal work doesn't bring in. That got me enough to hold it off for a while. My turn.”

Evan waved down a waitress for a refill of his coffee, trying not to take it personally when she gasped upon seeing his face. “Go ahead…”

“No, no, hang on.” Titus waved a hand dismissively. “I want to try something. Take your hair out of the ponytail.”

“What? Why?”

“Humor me.”

Evan groaned and reached back, removing his hair tie. After shaking his head, his hair fell over his face, obscuring everything but his nose and mouth. Titus pursed his lips and regarded him seriously for a moment.

“Can you see?”

“Yeah, I guess. Well enough to not walk into things, I think, and I could probably read if I had to.”

Titus snapped his fingers. “Good. Go with that from now on.”

“Why?”

“Because now you don’t look like God’s mistake. Now you look like a big, dumb-but-lovable goon. Like Jack Black would voice you in a cartoon.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“Do you like seeing people contemplating their own mortality and the general cruel absurdity of the tragic farce that is human existence when they get a glimpse of your face?”

Evan felt his cheeks burn and was actually grateful his hair was covering most of his face. “…not particularly, no.”

“Then there you go. You’re welcome. Okay, question time. Uh… how did you get your powers?”

“Which one?”

“Oh, now who’s arguing in bad faith? Fucking all of them, you thick-lipped gargoyle.”

Evan had the feeling he hit a sore spot. Titus's easy-going, jocular tone had bled away from him, leaving behind the hard-edged razor-blade of a man that had ambushed him the night before. He decided not to belabor the point.

“I don't know why I can rege—why I heal so quickly. No, I'm serious, as far as I know, it just started happening sometime in the past few months. I can't remember. Don't look at me like that, I'll get to that in a minute. When I was younger I recovered from a lot of injuries a lot quicker than the doctors thought I would, so maybe it's something I was born with and it just got stronger recently for some reason.”

Evan took a sip of coffee, mainly to buy a few seconds to think of how much to explain for the next part.

“The ability to shut off powers... that's part of, well, I guess you'd call it a magic ritual, because I don't know what else to call it. I found a weird old book that said it contained the key to making someone an instrument of universal justice, or something of the sort. Since then I can see... I guess they're souls? Maybe? I can sort of move mine and when I run it into someone else's it seems like I can shut off their powers. Or... take them entirely, if they're dying.”

“Horseshit!” Titus scoffed. “That's... that's like meta-magic. I don't even know if that's real.”

“No, seriously! I don't think it's just magic powers, I think it... 'normalizes' things.” He briefly recounted his encounter with the pain monster.

“Are you kidding me? That...” Titus took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair, exhaling slowly and loudly. “Look, I don't know much, but the fact that you even ran into something like that, let alone survived... those odds are astronomical. And you say you negated not just its powers, but its whole form?”

“Yeah. Once I... reached into it, like I did with you—oh don't make that face. Grow up—I kind of disrupted what made it... different, I guess? Like I cut it off from its special qualities. Like it was...”

“Disjuncted,” Titus cut in.

“Yeah, that's a good word for it. Like the old Mordenkainen spell?”

“Fucking nerd.”

“Eat my ass. Anyway, after I killed it, I was able to reach into its... soul? Animating force? Aura? I don't know what to call it. I was able to grab something and pull it out and it just got pulled into me.”

“Not aura.”

“What?”

“Aura's a different thing,” Titus said, dismissively. “So what did you get from doing that?”

“I.. I feel pain differently. I don't flinch or get adrenaline rushes from injuries that don't actually impede my ability to function. I think I have a better sense of what is actually dangerous to my body now. It still hurts, but I don't react to pain like people normally do. It's like...hmm.” Evan drummed his fingers on the table. “Do you know anything about video games? Fighting games, specifically?”

“I used to fuck around on an old Alpha 3rd Strike cabinet when I was a kid. Why?”

“Do you know what 'super armor' is?”

“Isn't that where a move can't get stopped by being hit when you're doing it?”

“Right. I'm kind of like that now. Pain doesn't interrupt me.”

“Fucking nerd.”

Evan's fist involuntarily clenched. “I'm trying to put this in terms you can understand, you stupid reprobate. My experience with your judgment thus far hasn't given me much faith in your intellect.”

Titus burst out laughing. “So he does know how to banter! I thought you might be one of those Rainman types.”

“Oh sure, call it 'banter' to try to excuse the fact that you've been insulting me for the past half hour. Do you say you're ‘just joking’ when people get mad at you for saying stupid shit, too?”

“C'mon, lighten up! We're partners now! Tell me more about this soul thing. I still think you're full of shit.”

Evan sighed through his nose, then held up his left hand, forming his fingers into a circle and peering through them.

“Yours is... a sort of cross between a sea green and an oil slick. The tendrils of it keep reaching out and snapping back, going all over the place. It seems to keep expanding and contracting. It's almost flickering, like... it's indecisive. Very chaotic. The tendrils that aren't snapping around seem to be kept pretty close to your body, wrapping around you like... I can't tell if it's protective or restrictive.”

Titus's expression slowly became serious. “What does that mean?”

“I don't know. I have a lot of theories, but nothing solid to go on. I'm not sure if it's allegorical or a literal representation of a person's... power, maybe? Yours definitely looks a lot different than most people's.”

“I don't believe this for a second. Let me see.”

“How would I do tha—hey!”

Titus grabbed Evan's wrist and held his hand up to his eye. “Ho-lee...”

He pulled back from Evan's hand, staring at him. Then he looked around the room, mouth slack as he took in the diner's other occupants.

“Huh. Did you know it keeps working until you blink?” He said after a moment, a faraway tone to his voice.

“I didn't even know other people could do it,” Evan said, awe in his voice. “Hey, wow, you're right!”

“Jesus, yours is, like, really blue. It looks like... a bunch of steel cables. It's weird, I felt like I both could and couldn't see the edges of it...”

“I can kind of move it, but I'm not sure if I can do anything with it beyond interfering with people's powers. It's like learning to use a muscle you didn't know you had.”

“Huh.” Titus was again silent for a long moment. “Your turn.”

“Can you do anything else supernatural? Besides your time-eye?”

“Don't call it that, it sounds stupid. And... sorta. I seem to have whatever innate talent you need to actually do magic, but it's not like it's easy to find instructions. Most of the people I know who can use it just dabble with half-broken magic items—wands, amulets, charms,” he pulled the silence charm out from under his coat and bounced it at the end of its chain. “I guess I'm sort of a dabbler. I know a few tricks, I can use a lot of magic tools, I can sense magic pretty well, I can dowse... Most of the time I really never have to use anything besides the eye, though.”

“Is the eye all-or-nothing?”

“Yeah. It's not nearly as useful as you'd think, but any edge is an edge.”

“When I turned off your power and it was coming back, though, you started speeding up—or, I guess, everything else was slowing down? You were moving faster, one way or the other. You were able to touch me, and those punches hurt.”

“Huh, yeah, you're right.”

“Do you think there's a way you could learn to only partially activate it?”

“That'd be great, wouldn't it? Thing is, just using it is a huge strain, and that time spend outside of time adds up. Going by normal calendar time I'm only 26.”

“Fuck, I'm 27!” Evan laughed.

“Yeah, well, I'd rather be prematurely gray than what you've got going on. My turn. Uh... huh, I can't really think of anything else. Uh... are you gay?”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“No, but the question still counts.”

“I'm bi,” Evan mumbled, crossing his arms across his prodigious chest. “Not that it matters. And before you ask, no, you are not my type. We're done talking about this.”

“Huh. You ever sucked--”

“We. Are. Done. Talking about this.”

“Fine, God. Go.”

Evan mentally circled back to an earlier question he felt hadn't been properly answered. “Why are you after Moreno?”

To Evan's surprise, Titus didn't hesitate. “I'm actually after his current boss. He's just the best lead I have to go on.” He took a deep breath, then started talking with a rushed, deadpan pace, as if he was eager to get the words out as quickly as possible so they wouldn't be in his mouth very long.

“Moreno is working for a guy only known as the Soultaker. He has an innate supernatural ability to pull a person's soul out of their body. When that happens, the person just... shuts down, usually. No motive force behind them. Eventually they just die of dehydration, usually. I've seen some people so set in routine that they keep going without a soul, but... it's not really life.

“It seems like the extraction process takes a while, so he can't just walk past you on the street and pickpocket your entire essence. So he needs people rounded up for him, held until he can do his nasty juju. So that's where a degenerate like Moreno comes in.

“So when he pulls out a soul, it, well, it looks like this.”

Titus pulled a battered, faded Crown Royale bag out of his jacket. It bulged strangely and made a quiet clacking when he set it on the table. He pulled out what looked like a large marble, or maybe a dull pearl, and handed it to Evan.

Evan brushed his hair out of his eyes and peered into the milky depths of the sphere. After a few moments of staring, the murky clouds inside the thing seemed to clear and a face floated to the surface. A black man, maybe in his late 40s, going thin on top. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be sleeping, but his expression had a look of discomfort to it, as if he was having a bad dream.

“Jesus Christ,” Evan whispered, “I've seen this guy... Martell Calloway? I saw some news article about how his family found him tied up in his apartment and completely comatose! But he didn't have any injuries beyond being a black eye... so he's dead?”

“Life support,” Titus said, taking Mr. Calloway's soul back from Evan's unresisting fingers, “technically, he's one of the lucky ones. They found his body before it wasted away to nothing, and I was able to intercept his soul before it got to a buyer.”

“Why would someone buy something like this? What use is it? Can you fix him?”

“A human soul is a damn near exhaustible arcane battery,” Titus said gravely. In the split second between sentences, Evan noticed something—after he'd put the bag back into his jacket, Titus surreptitiously touched a pocket on the other side of his jacket, as if he was making sure something was still there.

“If you know what you're doing, you can power a lot of magic using a soul. And you can reuse them as long as you don't overdo it. If you know what you're doing, you can wring all but the last drops of essence out of a soul and let it heal or recover or whatever, and it'll eventually be back to full strength. Very resilient things,” Titus continued. “I don't think they're conscious in there, but... anyway, it's supposed to be really hard to extract a soul. But this guy was born with or spontaneously developed or somehow figured out a shortcut to the whole process. So the market is getting flooded with torture-batteries and ECUs are getting flooded with vegetables. And families are winding up with loved ones who are as good as dead, without having any idea why this happened to them. Dozens of them have been taken off life support in the past few months. Half these souls have no body to return to. And no, I can't fix it. At least not yet,” he sighed again. “I was hoping once I found him, I could somehow get the secret out of him or force him to put them back, or... maybe I thought if I killed him it'd reverse the effect. He needs killing, either way.”

Titus's eye widened as a thought struck him and he looked Evan in the eye for the first time since he'd started the story. Evan realized what he was thinking and looked down at the tattoo on his left arm, flexing his fingers.

“If you can take people's powers after they die...”

“...then we can save these people.”

Titus put a hand over his mouth and for a moment Evan thought he saw his eye well up.

“I'm in,” Evan said, a sense of righteous purpose welling in his heart. “I don't really know what the universe wants, but I doubt... I know it's not this. We'll find him, we'll stop him, and we'll save as many of these people as we can.”

“...thanks,” Titus mumbled behind his hand. He swallowed hard, then seemed to come back to himself. “We're back to square one, though.”

“You said you could dowse? Like, for real?”

“Yes, for real. I can find things and people with the pendulum method. It's handy for tracking down bounties.”

“Why don't you dowse Moreno?”

“Why didn't I think of that?!” Titus said incredulously, smacking his forehead. “Because he's warded. He's not magic himself, but he's collected enough gear through his career that my normal methods don't work.”

Evan rubbed his chin. “What if we used an abnormal method?”

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An hour later, they were in the RV. Titus was poring over the collection of Evan's notes and the strange papers he'd bought from Delmann's shop. Evan was very carefully slicing a strip of skin from his own ankle up all the way up his leg. The Guiding Light—the Finder's Follysat on the table between them, filled with fresh blood.

“Even if this works, he's going to know we're coming,” Titus muttered, engrossed in the pages. “Remember what I said?”

“That's why we're not going to look for him,” Evan said, adjusting his grip on the potato peeler. “I don't know how we'd even write his name. Can you read that, by the way?”

“Kind of. This is... most of this is written in, like, arcane pidgin. Who compiled these notes?”

“I did, I think.”

“You think?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to clarify on that. Apparently a couple months ago, before the ritual, I drilled a hole in my own brain to erase some kind of very dangerous memory.”

“You what.”

“That's not a metaphor or anything. Really did it. I could show you the video.”

“I'll pass. So you don't remember where this came from?” Titus shook the Book of Fate at him.

“Nope.”

“Jesus shit, do you have any idea--”

“How reckless that was? Yeah, yeah, I'm still here and I'm the answer to your fuckin' prayers, aren't I?” Evan gave a whoop as the peeling skin reached his thigh. “Got it this time!” he said cheerfully, snipping the flesh-ribbon off with scissors.

“God, that's so fucking gross. Anyway, you haven't explained how we're going to use that thing to find Moreno.”

“We don't set it to look for him. We look for somewhere he's been. Maybe the last place he slept. Do you think you can describe him well enough in that language for it to work?”

Titus looked like he might actually be impressed, but he hid it well. “Yeah, probably.”

“Good. I've got a dictionary I've put together on that tablet next to you, but I'm not sure how accurate it is. Maybe it'll help?”

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Two hours later, they had it.

Find where a man born between the 27th and 28th north parallels during a new moon under the sign of capricorn with black hair and green eyes who has killed at least 10 people slept in the past week.

They really had to squeeze the letters in, but when Evan put a flame to the wick, it sprung to life, wavered for a moment, and then pointed east. Both men cheered. Evan threw Titus the keys.

“Drive! Drive north until I tell you otherwise!”

While Titus started the engine, Evan spread a map of the United States on the table in front of the lamp, then produced a protractor and a notebook from a drawer. “Okay, you bastard... let's see where you've been hiding...”

It took three days—one spent driving north, one spent driving back to where they'd started, and one spent driving south. While Titus drove, Evan made meticulous notes of the flame's direction, marking angles on the map. Finally he threw the pencil down triumphantly.

“He's in Salt Lake City.”

“Well, that narrows it down a little, I guess. So what, do we just go there and hope this thing points us in the right direction?”

“Too slow,” Evan called, stepping back into what used to be his bedroom and sitting at his computer. “Now I work my magic.”

After parking, Titus walked back to look over Evan's shoulder. The half-dozen monitors on the wall were flickering between rapidly-changing pictures of faces and what appeared to be CCTV footage.

“What is this?”

“This,” Evan said with dramatic pride, “is Blaccat. Facial recognition algorithms that the CIA wishesit had. I actually started working on it years ago before I thought about the implications of it, but I shelved it. I figured since I may be needing to, uh...”

“Be Batman?”

“...yeah...that I should get back to work on it. Right now it's comparing faces to the description you gave me and cycling through every damn security camera in the city looking for it.”

“How illegal is this?”

“Soooooo illegal.”

“Oh, hey, can you get into police department records?”

“Does the Pope shit in the woods?”

“See if you can get into the Las Vegas mugshots from... February 2019. Run your face-recognition thingy there.”

“Alright.... and... is that our boy?”

A handsome Latino man in his early 30s with shoulder-length jet-black hair and piercing green eyes stared at them from over a booking clipboard.

“That's him,” Titus breathed.

“Perfect! Now I just have to feed that into... wow.” Evan made a gesture and a black and white video popped up on the biggest monitor. The man in the mugshot was walking along the street, flanked by a short stocky man in bandanna and a lanky man with the ugliest white-boy dreads Evan had ever seen.

“That's him! Where is that? When is that?”

Evan grinned up at Titus. “That's live. I can track him and put us at the nearest intersection.”

Titus smiled, eye overbright, and began breathing heavily through his nose. “We got him.”

Evan met his eye and nodded. “Let's get him.”

#my writing #urban fantasy #ugly man chronicles: reignition

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charlie-boio · 4 years ago

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Fire - Thomas fic

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Summary: Your dorm building is on fire, and Thomas has no idea where you are.

Word Count: 3636

A/N: This was gonna be shorter, but whatever that’s just my theme at this point. This is a quick Tommy fic before I dive DEEP into Mitch. This actually came to me in a dream soo hope y’all love it as much as I do. Pretty proud of this one for sure!

WARNINGS: Fires, mentions of death (no actual death), angst

Thomas’s eyes were starting to blur together. His eyes scanned over the same sentence again, trying to make the words stick in his head. Finals week was already kicking his ass, just like the last two weeks of classes had been doing. Last week, he had a test, two projects due, and an essay due all on the same day. What are the fucking odds of that?

Worst of all, he barely had any time to see you. You couldn’t even study together since Thomas preferred to study in his room while you had to study at the library. A few times you two had managed to grab lunch together, but you both had to eat quickly before rushing off to continue studying or finishing up an assignment. Not to mention the sheer exhaustion made you both too tired to keep up an engaging conversation.

You couldn’t even spare a text often, besides good morning/goodnight along with the “I miss you” texts. However, today, you had excitedly called him, saying you thought you would be finishing your work early, and you excitedly invited him over so you could spend the night together.

“Or I could come over there if you’re still studying. Like I really don’t even mind if it’s just my head in your lap and I’m watching a movie on my phone by myself while you work because I just miss you so so much and these past two weeks and we haven’t gotten to talk and I’d really like to-“

“Baby, you can definitely come over tonight.”

“Really? YES! Oh my God I’m so excited to see you! Should I bring my computer for the movi-oh wait should I bring clothes so I can stay the night or is Newt not going to see his-“

“I can kick Newt out. You’re staying the night, okay? Here, I’ll work through my break so I can have the night off too. I’m sure my body could use the break anyways.”

“Tommy, I don’t want you to overwork yourself for me I don’t mind-“

“I won’t, I promise,” Which was a lie, but he really thought he could get through his work enough for you to come over. Even if he couldn’t, he’ll just tack it onto tomorrow. It would be worth it to see you.

“…okay. Please don’t kill yourself over this Tommy. I promise I don’t mind I’ve just been aching to see you-oh FUCK! Forget to meet up with my professor oh FUCK I have to go bye baby I love you!”

Click.

Thomas’s fingers froze on his keyboard. He turned to his phone that had you on speaker, but all he saw were the words “Call ended.”

You two hadn’t said those three words to each other yet.

Of course, Thomas loved you. More than anything. Loving you was one of the only sure things he had in his life right now but wasn’t sure how he was supposed to tell you. He’s never loved anyone as strongly as he loves you, and your relationship was still fairly new, only four months in, but he was certain more than anything that you and him would be together for the rest of your lives.

Thomas broke into a grin and choked out a laugh. You loved him too.

Unfortunately, his insecurities started to kick in, saying how you didn’t mean to say it, you’d been in a hurry, and that you didn’t actually love him. He closed his eyes and put his face in his hands for a few moments, taking slow and deep breaths.

“It’s okay,” he whispered to himself. “Just get this done, then you can see her…and tell her that you love her too.”

Thomas brought his hands back to the keyboard and resumed typing, even more determined to finish now that there was a reward dangling over his head.

“You’ve got to be joking?” Gally managed to wheeze out.

“Dead serious!” Newt gasped between breaths.

The pair continued laughing, loudly, much to Thomas’s annoyance. He’d been working steadfast for the past few hours since your guys’ phone call, making excellent progress along the way.

Unfortunately, he’d hit a rut, and just when he had needed peace and quiet, his roommate Newt came back with Gally after they’d had dinner together. Newt had mentioned when they had entered the room that Thomas was still studying, to which Gally replied that he should study in the library like a normal person.

Thomas had decided then he did not like Gally.

What made it even worse was as their conversation continued, so did the volume and Thomas was this fucking close to snapping at the both of them since there’s a perfectly good common room down the fucking hall.

Just as Thomas was about to turn his chair and give them a piece of his mind, the door burst open and a scared Minho came into the room. He frantically looked around, then turned to Thomas. “She’s not here?”

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, “Y/n? No, she was gonna text me when she was coming over, which should probably be soon now that I-“ Thomas clamped his mouth shut when he took in Minho’s facial expression: a mixture of fear and guilt. “What’s wrong?”

“Her dorm building is on fire,” Minho said, wincing.

For second, Thomas froze. On another night, on any fucking other night this week he would’ve been reassured that she was at the library studying her ass off. But today…

Minho, Newt, and Gally all were looking at Thomas with apprehension.

Thomas jumped from his chair, knocking it over. He shoved Minho aside, who called after him, “I didn’t see her outside…” and ran down the hall, not registering Minho’s statement. He sent multiple texts, one right after the other.

To Princess: Hey, I just wanted to check that you were still in the library

To Princess: I know your busy, but just a quick text letting me know you’re okay idk if you’ve heard, but your buildings on fire I need to make sure okay

To Princess: Please baby I’m getting scared

To Princess: Y/n please tell me you’re okay

Thomas pushed open the outside door, and nearly fell over from the sight. Across the courtyard he could clearly see your building, which was in the process of being burned. The top floor was almost completely obliterated, and it was about halfway through burning the third floor, which happened to be the one you lived in. He could see the firefighters doing their best to extinguish it, but they weren’t making much headway.

His feet were moving before he realized it, running towards the crowd of people that had gathered and was scanning for your face, unable to find you. He was calling you now, which went straight to voicemail. He sent texts despite knowing that you weren’t seeing them since at the very least your phone was off.

To Princess: Y/n I need you to answer my calls

To Princess: Please

To Princess: I love you

To Princess: I didn’t get to tell you that yet

To Princess: Baby please don’t leave me

To Princess: I love you

Thomas spotted Brenda, your roommate. He felt a minor pinch of relief flood his system; Brenda studied in her room all of the time too. If she’s here then you got out okay too.

He pushed his way through the crowd until he came up to Brenda, who was talking to the RA of her floor. He grabbed her arm, earning him a seething glare until she realized it was Thomas.

“Hey Th-“

“Where’s Y/n? I didn’t see her in the crowd but since you’re here then that means you two got out ok right?” He flashed her a pained smile that quickly faded once he realized that instead of her directing him to where you were, her eyes widened.

“She’s-She’s not with you?” Brenda asked, her voice cracking.

Thomas’s stomach dropped; he started to feel himself shake. This can’t be happening! He thought.

“N-No, she was going to text me once she was done, but she wasn’t in your guys’ room?”

“I was in the basement common room, I-I don’t know if she was there or not…” Brenda said, tears forming in her eyes.

It was only when Thomas saw Brenda’s tears that he realized he was crying, tears streaming quickly down his face.

“…So no one knows where she is…” The RA said slowly. A moment of silence passed by. A moment that said everything they needed to know.

Thomas turned and looked at the burning building, his breath catching in his throat while he felt the tears start to burn.

“No…” he whispered.

Another moment passed without the three of them saying anything until Brenda pointed in the far direction. “There she is!” she exclaimed, a smile on her face.

Thomas whipped around, and sure enough, there you were. You were staring up at the building in shock, with Minho and Newt standing by you, asking if you were okay.

Thomas ran, all kinds of different emotions flooding his system as he reached you and pulled you into a tight hug. He let out a shaky breath as he felt your arms snake around him, hugging him just as tightly as he was.

You two stayed there like, holding each other close, until finally his emotions settled for a brief moment. Thomas felt…angry. Unbelievably angry.

He grabbed your arms and forced you back, glaring down at you. You’re smile fell quickly from your face, furrowing into a worried look.

“Thomas-“

“Where the fuck were you?” Thomas asked, tone harsh.

“I-I was at the library. Tommy you know I study there-“

“Then why didn’t you answer your phone?” Thomas was raising his voice, and each time he did you grew smaller. “I tried calling and left dozens of texts-“

“It died! I didn’t realize until I had finished studying-“

“And you didn’t bring your charger? Like you always do?” His grip on your arms was stronger.

“Baby, I had forgotten it, I’m sorry! I meant to grab it then text you that I was on my way over-“

“Y/n,” you clamped your mouth shut at that. Thomas rarely called you by your name. “You’re not fucking getting it I thought you were dead! I thought you were in that fire burning alive!” He was practically screaming at you, his gaze unkind.

“Tommy…” you whispered.

“We’re leaving. Now!” He snarled at you, tugging you forward with one arm.

“Thomas,” Newt had started, but Thomas wasn’t listening. He marched forward with you trailing quietly behind him.

His mind was racing at a thousand thoughts a second. Deep down, he knows he shouldn’t have snapped at you; it wasn’t your fault, but right now he was just angry at everything. Every so often he’d glance back at you, making sure you were still there and that he wasn’t dreaming.

For you, the walk back to Thomas’s dorm was agonizingly slow. You glanced down at the piece of paper that you had been writing for the past hour and half.

You were half way to the library when you realized the slip up you’d made. At first, you had completely panicked, but after having several pep talks with yourself in the mirror, you somehow convinced yourself that this was a blessing in disguise. You could sit down with Thomas, tell him how you feel, then you two could have awesome sex afterwards (which you haven’t had for awhile since you barely saw each other). After finishing your work you were going to head over, but then decided to write out what you had to say. Unfortunately, you’d been staring at the piece of paper for about half an hour unable to fully express how you felt. Then, everything you did write wasn’t good enough for your Thomas. You couldn’t describe how he made you feel, and how much you loved him.

By the time you had fully written something down, you realized how late it was already on the library clock. Reaching down to grab your phone to text Thomas, you realized that it had died while you were sitting there, which you were sure that it was at 30% but now it wouldn’t turn on. Then, well the rest is history.

You hadn’t meant to. You just wanted to make sure that when you told Thomas that it was perfect and everything he deserved.

Of course, now you realize that deserved someone better than you. Someone prettier and smarter. Someone who doesn’t spend so much time studying, and doesn’t forget simple things like a phone charger. You fought back the tears; you didn’t want to guilt Thomas, you didn’t want to make things worse, and honestly, you didn’t want to be yelled at anymore.

Thomas didn’t speak to the entire way back. He merely lead you to his room, throwing his phone charger at you. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and left. You blinked, confused. But when you figured it out, a fresh wave of pain shot through your heart. He wasn’t coming back. He must’ve kicked Newt out for the night for his original plan, so you two would have some time to yourself…

You rushed over, plugging in your phone and turning it on. You read of all his messages, and you couldn’t stop staring at the last text.

I love you

You blew it. He did love you, then you had to blow it.

The dam holding everything back burst open, and you let all of your emotions run free. You sobbed, loudly, trying to let everything out. Hugging your knees to your chest, you fell to the side on Thomas’s bed, muffling your sobs into the sheets. Time was lost to you. Hours flew by, or maybe it was only a matter of minutes.

After awhile you sat up, feeling empty and numb. Your throat was raw, your eyes and cheeks burned, and somehow you were cold despite the layers you were wearing. You weren’t sure if sleeping in Thomas’ bee was okay, but once you laid down you decided you didn’t care. After weeks of studying and the stress of today, you were exhausted. Your eyes closed for only a few moments before swiftly falling asleep.

“You’re being a dick,” Newt said, his arms crossed.

Sitting in the common room of Minho’s dorm, Thomas sat on the coach reading something on his phone, or at least he was supposed to. In reality his eyes were glazing over.

When he had first arrived, he’d shot everyone glare, and they all got the message to not bother him. He’d been angry, so incredibly angry he was practically vibrating.

Now, it was close to 1:00am, he’d calm down significantly. He rubbed his eyes together, feeling the burn of exhaustion behind them. It had been a long day.

“Tommy,”

“I know,” Thomas snapped, then sighed. “I’m sorry,” his voice was quieter now, and Newt’s stance softened. “You don’t understand…I really thought she had died Newt. I don’t know what I’d do without her. I love her,” Thomas took in a shaky breath. “I know she’d never intentionally do that to me. Ever. I just…”

Newt hummed. He uncrossed his arms and sat next to Thomas. “That’s what happens when you fall in love, Thomas. You care, and you’re allowed to feel emotions. Honestly, it was the perfect storm. It was the one day she was done early, the one time she forgot her charger, the one time her phone died, everything just lined up perfectly.”

Thomas nodded along. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“You could’ve been upset. I would have. But you’re right you definitely shouldn’t have yelled at her like that.”

“I feel shitty.”

“You should. If you didn’t then I’d be concerned. You should feel somewhat bad for yelling at someone you care about. Even if they deserve it, which y/n didn’t by the way.”

“Will…will she forgive me?”

Newt rolled his eyes. “Obviously. She loves you too. And don’t even try to convince yourself otherwise.”

Thomas smiled to himself. For the first time, he actually believed that you could love him.

“I’m gonna head back. Thanks Newt,” Thomas said as he stood.

“Happy to help. No go apologize for being a twat, Tommy.”

Walking back into his room, he felt a twinge if guilt stab him. His bedside lamp was on, but you were clearly in an uncomfortable sleep. Occasionally you’d shiver, despite the covers, or you’d twitch. Thomas knelt by you, feeling his guilt spread through his body. Your fair was blotchy and your eyes were pink and puffy. His heart clenched tightly; he should be drying your tears, not causing them.

Sitting loosely in your hand was a slightly crumpled folded piece of paper. Tentatively, he lifted your fingers and grabbed it, leaving his hand. Opening it, he could see it was addressed to him.

Tommy,

This is probably my thousandth time writing this, but I just can’t seem to write down everything I want to say to you. I have such strong feelings that words don’t seem to do it any justice, so I guess I’ll just come out and say it.

I love you.

I love everything about you: your smile, your beautiful eyes that I just get lost in, the look of you face when you’re concentrating hard on something, and the way you make me feel so special every single day we’ve been together. You’re sweet, kind, and just everything I’ve ever wanted.

I know I said it earlier today, and yes that was a slip, but I’m glad it happened. I feel like I’ve loved you for awhile now, and just haven’t had the courage to tell you. Well, now I want to be able to tell you every single day that I love you, I love how I can be myself around you, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. Because I know that as long as we have each other, nothing can stand in our way.

I love you so much Tommy. I love you with everything that I am.

Forever yours,

y/n

Thomas wasn’t sure when he’d started, but some of his tears started falling onto the page, smudging the words together. He let the paper flutter to the floor, staring up at your sleeping form. You loved him too.

He just hoped you’d forgive him.

He didn’t plan on waking you, deciding he’d sleep on the floor if had too. He was trying to keep his hiccups done and his own sobs quiet so he wouldn’t wake you. Grabbing Newt’s pillow, he set it on the floor next to his bed. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling through his tears.

You stirred, eyes blinking open. Thomas froze; he didn’t mean to wake you.

“Tommy…is that you?” you asked groggily.

“I’m so sorry,” Thomas sobs became more uncontrollable, wrecking through his body while he tried to take in deep breaths, but he couldn’t get any air into his lungs.

Next thing he knew, he was on his bed with your arms around him. His face was buried into the crook of your neck, soaking the sweatshirt you were wearing. He heard you murmuring soothing words into his ear while you ran your fingers through his hair.

After awhile his breathing calmed down, and his tears stopped flowing. He lifted his head to see fresh tears on your face, giving him a watery smile.

He lifted his hand and wiped away some of the lingering tears. “Baby, why are you crying?”

“I don’t like seeing you upset.”

He chuckled at that. “Neither do I, princess,” Thomas swallowed. “I’m sorry. Really. I-I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. It’s not like you did anything wrong, or you set your dorm building on fire. I just-I just got so scared that you were gone, because I-I don’t want to lose you. I-I love you,”

You smiled softly at him, squeezing his arm. “I love you too, Tommy. Have for awhile now, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Thomas let out a breathy laugh and bit his lip. “…I read your letter…”

“Yeah?”

“You…you really feel that?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Of course, I literally just said it too.” You were smiling brightly now, and Thomas would do anything to keep that smile on your face. The way your eyes lit up, crinkling around the edges. Somehow, he was falling deeper in love with you.

“I know this week has sucked with finals, and I had plans for dinner. I was gonna tell you today after you said it on the phone. I know you didn’t mean to say it, but I thought it’d be a perfect opportunity. Tomorrow I have my last final, so if you wouldn’t mind postponing your studying so we can spend the morning together? Have breakfast? Then you can study and I’ll take my final. Once this shitshow’s over we’re gonna be spending so much time together you’re gonna get sick of me.”

“Tommy, I’d never get sick of you. Breakfast sounds wonderful. A lazy morning with the love of my life.”

There wasn’t much talking after that, save for the occasional mutters of ‘I love you’ now that you could both say it freely. Mostly, it was soft kisses, gentle touches, and the two of you holding each other so close that eventually lulled you both into a deep sleep.

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moccahobi · 5 years ago

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Safety [Namjoon x Reader]

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Mild cussing

Summery: You can’t lie to your soulmate. It was a fact that many people knew, including you. You just didn’t expect to find your soulmate during your night shift at the MSN book store you work at. You also didn’t expect them to be the Kim Namjoon, an up-and-coming star.

Word count: 6.8k words

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU!

The smell of books filled your nose when you clocked into your second job. It immediately helped you relax after your stressful shift at MSN. You had been tasked with following some up and coming actor around for their workday and they were a complete asshole when you weren’t recording. No one at MSN took your bachelor's degree in literature and psychology seriously. No one took you seriously there but you kept going back time and time again, hoping they would eventually take you seriously. That didn’t make your workday easy and now you had to write an article about them while tending to the bookstore. It wouldn’t be the most fun but you were mostly working the front desk this evening shift and so you would survive. Plus no one ever came after seven so you’d have the whole store to yourself and could easily finish it before your midnight deadline. You loved the bookstore, too. Not only was the job extremely relaxed, and your boss let you do almost anything but you also loved the atmosphere. You would often be in the bookstore on a day off just to relax and read more. Of course, the number of days you had free now was next to none with your three jobs. Soon enough, you settled into the black swivel chair behind the front desk and fell into the flow of writing your article. You barely even noticed someone coming into the store about halfway through your shift but you did notice because that was your job. “Hello! How are you today?” You asked from the front desk. You didn’t lift your head yet as you were getting to a stopping point so you could engage with the person if they wanted but you saw them stop and turn to face you from your peripheral. “I… I am not doing the best. I am very tired. My bandmates and I just moved into our new apartment and I am just feeling very overwhelmed.” The man said with a sigh and as he spoke you felt a sense of recognition deep in your gut that you felt every time you listened to his music. It pulled you in and kept you going on hard days. You looked up with wide eyes and sure enough, it was Kim Namjoon, a rising idol. Your reaction must have startled the man because his eyes widened as well and he quickly spoke again, “Omo! I shouldn’t have told you that! You’re a fan, aren’t you? Is there anything I can give to keep your silence? Please don’t talk about me being here. I…” “It’s ok, Namjoon-sshi. I won’t tell anyone. That’d be rude of me to do.” You didn’t know why you addressed him by his first name but you knew that you wouldn’t be telling anyone. You tried to police your face and smiled at him, “Is there anything I can help you with today?” Namjoon looked more relaxed now and then he spoke again, “Not really, I am mostly browsing.” You hummed and nodded before looking back at your computer and trying to get back into the flow of writing. He seemed to feel conflicted in moving and soon enough he spoke again. “How was your day?” It surprised you but you simply looked up again and opened your mouth, ready to say it was a great day, “My name is Y/n by the way and my day wasn’t a good day but I am here now so I can take a break.” Namjoon laughed lightly, “Yeah? I take it you find this place comforting?” Why were you saying so much? Why was this conversation continuing if he wasn’t here to talk? “I… Yeah. The smell of books is very relaxing for me and also you’re one of the first few customers I have seen this late in the bookstore. I barely have to deal with people. It’s a nice job. I love books. Ideally, I would become an author but my mom says that it doesn’t pay well and she’s right so I am trying to go into reporting but it’s hard to get a good, respectable job doing that so I am stuck with stupid gossip right now. It’s not fu-- why am I telling you all this?” You sighed, “I guess I was more stressed than I originally thought I was. It’s been a long day for me. I am glad to end it here.” Namjoon smiled and you blushed (how could you not? A really really attractive man just smiled at you), “Yeah? It seems like it. Is there anything that could make today better for you?” When you looked into his eyes, you thought you saw a spark of something you couldn’t quite understand but you shook it off and spoke again, “Oh… probably coffee. I am only partway through my shift so it’ll be a long night.” You laughed awkwardly, “But don’t worry about me. If you need anything, feel free to come to me and ask, Namjoon-sshi. Have a great night here. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you visited.” You looked down and just missed the look of disappointment that flashed across Namjoon’s face as he looked at you before he too turned around and walked off. Five minutes later, you barely registered Namjoon leaving, having most likely decided that there was nothing good for him in the bookstore tonight. That or you were crazy and he didn’t want to be around you. Absentmindedly, you looked around the store after Namjoon left, more so searching for the right word to put in the article than looking at anything in particular. There were maybe only a thousand words left to write and you were on a roll. The sooner you finished this article (if one could call a written interview an article), you could find a new book and settle in for the rest of your shift. It was as you were staring into space for the third time in five minutes that the door opened again and in came Namjoon, this time with two coffee cups in hand. It was a shock but you quickly looked back down at your laptop, determined to not seem like a total creep in front of an idol. What was even more of a shock to you was when Namjoon came back up to the front desk and set one of the coffees on it. You looked up with raised eyebrows at him. “I… uhh… You said you wanted coffee so I got you a latte… I didn’t know what type of coffee you’d want.” Namjoon blushed and you smiled at him before taking a sip with a smile. “Thank you, Namjoon-sshi. Any coffee is good coffee.” You laughed, “But real talk, I am lactose intolerant.” “Wha- Why are you drinking the coffee then?” Namjoon’s eyes widened and he grabbed to take the coffee away. In response, you leaned back and took a large sip, “I love dairy.” You said with a sigh, “And coffee. Now I got to ask, why’d you decide to get me coffee, Namjoon-sshi?” “Oh… uhhh… I… I think… we… we might be soulmates?”

“What?” You asked, slowly setting the coffee down onto the counter. "I… I think we're soulmates." "Why?" It almost felt like you weren't processing what Namjoon had said but you knew you understood what he was trying to say. "I normally never answer the question of how am I honestly. It makes no sense for me too. Especially with someone who recognized me before I even spoke and I imagine you don't normally talk about your work stress, do you?" "I mean no, I normally don't talk about myself... especially not while at work." You said, your brows furrowed, "But that doesn't mean we're soulmates. It's not like I don't sometimes talk about my feelings." "Yeah? Do you tell customers here how you're feeling?" Namjoon asked as one of his eyebrows rose in question. "No." You said it so quickly that it almost shocked you. Almost. For at this point you were more than keen to believe that Namjoon was right about you two being soulmates. "So I am right." "But that doesn't necessarily mean we're soulmates." "Ask me anything, Y/n-sshi. Anything." Namjoon said, leaning against the counter with confidence. You froze. What could you ask a man like Namjoon? He was so open about so much that it almost seemed impossible for him to have something that he wouldn’t be willing to share. "Come on, Y/n-sshi. What are you thinking?" "When was the last time you took a shit?" You blurted out and immediately turned red, "That's not what I wanted to ask. I am so sorry. Gosh. Please disregard what I just said. I didn't mean to ask that. You just spoke and I-- I couldn't not answer."

"Oh my god. We're soulmates." You said, finally coming to a realization. "Yes. We are soulmates." Namjoon laughed, "As your soulmate, I want to know when you get off of work tonight so we can go on our first date." "I get off in three hours." You said, face red while he nodded. Namjoon was thinking but he didn't stick around long enough to tell you what your first date would be. So it turned out, three hours later, Namjoon showed up with a large basket and waited for you to close the store. In the end, the two of you walked over to the closest park (which was a concrete park and not a natural park) and sat down to eat the picnic he had packed. It wasn't the best food per se, but you two ended up talking until the sun started rising and Namjoon had to leave to go to practice. Throughout the day, the two of you texted to no end (even when you were at your reporting job and were supposed to be editing someone's article) before eventually meeting up after both of you finished work. That time the two of you simply walked to your apartment to watch a documentary about early philosophers. Although neither of you stayed up until the end. You woke up to Namjoon shaking you awake at the crack of dawn with the offer of coffee and donuts he went out and got. Soon enough, you two fell into a pattern of meeting up after his work ended and spending the night together. Be it at the bookstore or the convenience store you also worked at or your apartment, the two of you were together almost every night and you loved every minute of it. You heard story after story about how soulmates could completely change your world for the better, but getting to spend every night with Namjoon proved to you just how amazing it was. It was all going good until Namjoon went away touring. The whole month leading up to touring he grew progressively silent, barely texting you during the day and only spending one or two nights a week with you, but when he went on tour it got even worse. At first you tried to message him every day to at least encourage him to keep working but eventually, his lack of response made you stop. It wasn't until the fifth week that he was away on tour when you tried to message him again that you got an utterly disturbing message. "I am sorry but the person you are trying to reach has blocked you." You stared at it for five whole minutes as tears slowly ran down your face simply trying to comprehend what had happened. Namjoon blocked you. Your soulmate blocked you. The love of your life had just blocked you. You slowly set your phone down and stumbled towards your couch, your eyes burning with tears. You couldn't sit down on the couch though because the moment you looked at it through your tear clouded eyes, you were filled with those nights where you and Namjoon sat on it and talked and laughed for hours on end. Your heart ached even more and now tears were streaming down your face, a sole hiccup making its way out of your mouth before you walked away from it slowly. Where could you go to cry if everything in your apartment reminded you of him? In the end, you curled onto the floor of your bathroom and broke down crying, your heart shattering more and more as each second passed. He blocked you. Namjoon blocked you. You drifted off, you cried yourself to sleep, only realizing when you woke up feeling like utter crap. Drool had crusted onto your cheek, your eyes were almost glued shut from tears, your face had gross indents from where it was pressed against the bathroom tiles, but what was worse than all that was the way your head and heart ached. Both were pulsating in pain and it didn't help that from where you were, you could hear a loud ringing sound from your living room. Belatedly, you realized that it was your phone and hope sprung in your chest at the thought of Namjoon calling you to tell you that he accidentally blocked you. You raced over to your phone and felt your heart sink when you saw your boss's name showing up instead of Namjoon's. You also happened to have slept through three hours of your shift. And you were fired due to "budget cuts". Which was just great. A sob escaped you but you didn't let any more tears fall. Now was not the time to cry. You needed to start searching for a new job. You couldn't just meander. Namjoon could wait.

Who were you kidding? Namjoon couldn't wait. You picked up your phone and logged onto twitter before searching up BTS' twitter. The latest post was a photo of Namjoon at an art exhibit. He never got to take you to one. You wiped a runaway tear from your cheek before clicking dm. "Why'd you block me, Namjoon-ah?" You stared at your phone for a whole ten minutes before Twitter took you to a new screen: "This user has blocked you."

Your heart shattered even more. He read your message and then blocked you? Namjoon really meant to block you. He really, really, blocked you. Another sob escaped you and this time you stumbled to your bedroom to cry. You couldn't handle the fact that he had blocked you. He didn't even break up with you in person. He just blocked you. What had you done wrong? There must have been something you did wrong. Were you not enough? What could you have done differently? Was there something you could have done differently? You cried for the whole day, only stopping to call into the convenience store to say you were sick and couldn't make it for your shift. The man who owned the store cussed you out but you knew he wouldn't fire you. He rarely fired anyone. You went on like this for three more days, barely stopping your moping session to drink water. It wasn't until the fourth day that you got up at three am and saw yourself in the reflection of your mirror that you finally stopped your moping and took a shower. You turned the water onto the hottest setting you could take and stood under the shower until it got too cold for you to stay in. You didn’t have the energy to use any products but at least you were cleaner than before. Somehow you managed to brush your teeth too and eventually you found yourself laying in bed, cleaner than you had been in a while and staring at BTS’ twitter. He had blocked you. Why? What changed? You slowly opened your message app and looked at the last thing Namjoon had said to you: We just landed safely. Thinking of you. XOXO What went through his head when he blocked you? After almost an hour of staring at your phone, you sighed and got up again. You needed to start applying for new jobs. Your life couldn’t end just because he was no longer in it. He wasn’t even in it for long. You could live. This was only a small bit of your life. Better things were yet to come. That’s what you kept telling yourself as the days slowly passed. Clearly, Namjoon didn’t need you as you needed him. As the days turned into weeks, you still couldn’t bear to look at photos or videos of Namjoon but you kept moving forward. By the time you had marked a month after the breakup, you had finally got a new job at a small startup journalism company. The pay was exponentially better than your last day job and soon enough you were able to quit your job at the bookstore (which was a relief because you had a hard time working there when everything reminded you of Namjoon), The months turned into a whole year before you realize it and the journalism company you worked at finally merged with an even larger entertainment company. You were no longer working two jobs. Instead, you were going out and interviewing people and reporting on important things just as you wanted. Soon enough, one of the scouts tried to recruit you for modeling, which leads you to host Sunday morning shows where you went into depth on a piece of news… and then also modeling on the side… and then you got a Friday evening show with idols where you talked about life and real-world skills. In three years, you had reached a point in your life that you never expected to get to and yet here you were: having paid off your college loans and moving to a better apartment and getting your parents' retirement fund more money. So much was falling into place and you loved it. And yet… you lived your life in fear. Time and time again, you refused to have BTS on your show, refused to talk about them when idols came on and talked about their idols, refused to watch anything they did. Everyone in the company knew something was up but no one knew what. That’s why when Chae came over to your cubicle for the umpteenth time since she started working in the same office as you, you rolled your eyes. She was a die-hard BTS stan and wanted to do anything to get the all elusive group to just be in the same company as her. BTS had long since stopped doing many shows outside of their own after being bullied so many times and she thought that your show would be different. “Unnie.” Chae cooed, sliding an iced americano across the desk to you, “How are you doing?” “I am tired, Chae-sshi. I just got back from Hong Kong and have to finish this piece. What do you want?” You asked, taking a large sip of the americano as you waited for her to go on her usual spiel about BTS. “Wha! Our Unnie is so amazing! Was it scary?” “Yes. Get on with what you wanted to talk about, please.” “Well… BTS just came back from the tour and announced that they are promoting again… I just. We should reach out to Big Hit don’t you think?” “No.” “Hear me out, Unnie. They are now working with UNICEF. They talk about abuse and all that. Your Friday show specifically talks about life and life skills. I feel like having a group of people who have made it clear where they stand morally and have done a lot with it could be extremely good press for Big Hit and our company.” Chae said slowly, and for once you had the sense that she knew more than she was letting on. She was smart. You knew that the second she had been hired to manage the rating of the many primetime shows. “Really? Wow.” You said flatly. You heard from your coworkers that BTS had done that but you didn’t care. “Yeah! It’s awesome and they would be a perfect fit for your Friday evening show. The viewers think so and the shareholders want it too.” There was the catch. The shareholders wanted it too. “Do I have a say in this, Chae-sshi?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as Chae shrugged. “I am trying to make it so that you do have a say but at this point the shareholders really, really want it. I don’t know if you will end up having a say. I would suggest you start planning for the show as soon as you can, though. From what I have heard, the shareholders have gotten in contact with BTS as well.” Chae said before turning around to go back to her desk, “Enjoy your americano, Unnie.” You didn’t. Instead, you stayed up all night working on your Hong Kong piece while also stressing over how you were possibly going to interview Namjoon. You were doomed. No one spared you a second glance, not even the workers who came in to clean when the building was supposed to be closed. You often worked well past closing hours on your pieces. You had three other people backing your work for the Sunday morning pieces but you always tried to work on the initial script yourself. They could fact check and edit your script, but this was your story and you had a lot to say. “Daebak! Unnie! You came in early today? I didn’t think you would have because…” Chae stopped talking when she finally reached you, “You’ve been here all night haven’t you?” “Yeah. Before you clock in, do you think you could get me another americano? I am going to need more to continue through today’s shift.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair (you have no memory of when your updo came undone but now it was). “N-no. You should clock out and go home! You can take a day off.” “I’ll just clock out and get it myself then. Thank you for caring for me though.” You said, already getting up and leaving Chae behind as she tried to convince you to stay so she could take care of you. In the end, you found yourself stumbling back into your apartment and making your own coffee. You didn’t go to sleep though. While the coffee was brewing you showered and changed into different clothes and simply opened up Google. You needed to research BTS. You did. You just didn’t know how you could. You forced yourself to move on and get over all that you were feeling for Namjoon and now… now you had to force yourself to watch your soulmate… the one you were supposed to be with forever and had cut you off rudely. How were you supposed to put yourself through that torture? Apparently, the answer came in the form of a bottle of merlot and fan-made videos of how amazing BTS was. Not that it helped you with anything. Now you were drunk and sad and still had no idea what you would possibly talk about during the interview. It wasn’t until noon that you finally found something that could be helpful for you and your interview: Namjoon’s UNICEF speech… Which was as hot as hell.

And now you were even sadder. Nonetheless, you had managed to take some sort of notes before eventually finding yourself on BTS’ twitter page… Or so it would have been if you weren’t still blocked by them. You sighed and logged out just to see what they were up to. Which made you even sadder because you saw photos of Namjoon spending time in museums and once again you were bawling your eyes out. At some point that night, you created a fake account and commented hearts on every one of Namjoon’s photos. By the time your alarm was telling you to wake up the next morning, your head was hurting badly. You knew you overdid it with the merlot yesterday but you really didn’t care at this point. Having to learn about BTS opened up a can of worms that you were not ready for, that you never thought you would be ready for. Somehow you managed to get ready and go to work. It was a boring day full of meeting after meeting after meeting but you were very glad that it was just that. Before you knew it, your workday was over and Chae was dragging you to her apartment to binge-watch all of the BTS run episodes she could get you to watch… which was extremely uncomfortable because, at one point, you saw a Namjoon from when you knew him. From when he was yours for a short time. From when you were happiest. Then you saw a Namjoon that you didn’t know. One that was a sex symbol. One that felt foreign to you. One that abandoned you. You found it hard to not cry as you watched this new Namjoon. It was impossible for you not to, in fact.

And that was how Chae, your closest work friend, found out about you being Namjoon’s soulmate. After that, Chae fought hard to try and make sure BTS didn’t go on your show but in the end, she failed. You felt your heart drop when you read the email from the shareholders. BTS would be on your show next Friday evening, you felt like your doom was set and when Chae came to your cubicle after work to comfort you, you let her drive you back to your apartment without a fight, holding back your tears until you were in the privacy of your home. It hurt so much to have a date for when you would meet Namjoon again. You thought you were fine with never seeing him again. You thought that you could live without him like he decided he could. You thought wrong. You thought wrong. “Unnie. Please take a deep breath in for me. You need to relax.” Chae said, her voice cutting through the loud screaming of your mind. She wiped away your tears as you took a shaky breath in, “I know that this is scary for you but you got this, really. He’s a dumbass for leaving you but you’ve shown just how strong you are every day that I’ve known you.” “Yeah? Then why,” You hiccupped, “Why do I feel like I am shattering into a million pieces.” You cried, pulling Chae into a big hug as you continued to sob into her shoulder. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can--” “Y/n Unnie! Get yourself together! You literally just came back from Hong Kong where active fights and protests where happening left and right and you’re scared of a man? You got this! You’re so strong that I am constantly in awe of what you can do! Don’t let Namjoon have that control of you.” She sighed and got up, “My go-to nail salon is still open, Unnie. Let’s go there and get some mani-pedis, ok? Relax a little.” You nodded, feeling like a complete and utter mess. You sat next to Chae in silence as she made a quick appointment and it wasn’t until you got into the car and Chae started driving to the salon that she spoke again. “If you’re really that scared of seeing Namjoon again, why don’t you show him what he’s missing during the interview?” That idea stuck with you long after Chae went home that night. It stuck with you longer than you would have wanted to admit. It was why that Saturday, you ended up booking a full day spa treatment and why later that week you got a new gel mani-pedi done, and got waxed, and limited your caloric intake to only one thousand calories a day. As a star, you already took a lot of care of your personal image but this was the first time in a long time you took so much care of yourself. Namjoon told you long ago that he didn’t need you and now you wanted to tell him that you didn’t need him. Except you did need him at one point and now you didn’t know if you could face him. Sadly, coming to this revelation ten minutes before you were set to start the live showing of your interview with him and the rest of BTS was not a good time. Nor was the fact that you were starting to hyperventilate as your hairstylist was finishing your updo. “Chae-sshi! Where are you?” You shouted into your room, squeezing your eyes shut in hope that that would help ease your worry. It didn’t. A hand touched your shoulder as Chae spoke, “I am right here, Unnie. Take a deep breath for me. You got this.” “Do I though? What if he asks the wrong question and I spill something that I shouldn’t have? What if-” “Did I stutter, Unnie? You got this. I have never been so sure of anything in my life and yet I know that you got this. There is nothing that you need to worry about. I promise.” You nodded quickly and let Chae usher you out to left stage, already seeing a glimpse of BTS on right side as they prepared themselves for when you introduced them. “We’re on in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Action!” You heard the director call out before you heard the intro blair through the studio and started walking to your seat with a large smile. The stage looked like a simple living room and you were extremely glad for once that you always took the most comfortable chair that could easily hide stage right from you. “Hello! Welcome to Idol Talks! With me, Y/n, as your host!” You said, a smile on your face as you crossed your legs and looked at the camera. You weren’t an actress but you hoped that those at home would be fooled into thinking that you were as calm and collected as you normally were during these shows. “Today I will be joined by a rowdy bunch of people who’ve taken the world by storm! And not just in the music industry. These boys have a campaign with UNICEF and conquering the acting world with their many appearances in a variety of shows, namely Hwarang! Please welcome BTS!” You smiled and clapped as all seven walked onto the stage and sat in some of the various chairs that were available. You refused to look at Namjoon as you spoke again, “It is nice to finally meet you all! This episode has been in the works for a while and I am glad that our schedules finally matched up!” You laughed and smiled at Jin, who nodded in return. “So I’ve heard, Y/n-sshi, and I got to say that I am very excited to be on the show with you! I have been a dedicated watcher for a while now.” Jin laughed and winked at you and you tried to laugh in return, all the while feeling eyes stuck on you. “Now, I know that you all need no introduction, but for the sake of habit, would you all be willing to introduce yourselves?” You asked and sure enough, everyone went down and introduced themselves… with Namjoon going last. This time, you couldn’t help but stare at him as he simply said his name. He looked older and thinner and leaner and if Chae wasn’t supporting you from behind the scenes, you wouldn’t have had the guts to continue with the interview. “How are you all today?” “So much better now that I am here,” Namjoon said immediately after you asked and you stiffened. He blocked you. “Ah. Looks as if our Hyung is a little tongue-tied today,” Jimin laughed and you followed his hand as it gently patted Namjoon’s thigh, “What he means to say is that we’ve all been very excited to be on this show and as soon as we found out there was a set date planned, we couldn’t wait.” You laughed awkwardly, “I totally understand. I was so… emotional when I found out that we were going to be filming this. You have no idea.” “Really? Wha! That’s such an honor! I feel like I have been watching what you have been up to ever since you started doing modeling as well. What made you get into modeling?” Hoseok said, a large smile on his face and you felt relieved that you got to look away from Namjoon’s general area. “Well, I… I’ll be honest, I started because I made a deal with my company. I got my Sunday morning show because I compromised and was willing to do modeling as well. I have never been so glad about doing something in my life.” You said, feeling yourself settle somewhat uncomfortably into the flow of the show. You were thankful that for the most part, Namjoon didn’t speak at all. He mostly stared at you. That was until about five minutes before the show was set to end when you asked, “What has been the hardest thing you have had to deal with as of late?” It was a fan asked question and just as before, Namjoon sprung to answer it before anyone else even had time to think. “Leaving you. I regret it so much. So so so much.” Namjoon said and when you looked in his eyes for the first time this entire show you saw just how pained they looked, “Don’t you miss us, Y/n-ah?” You heard your producers start panicking and were slightly aware of the rest of BTS looking shocked to all hell, but you didn’t care. You sighed and shook your head, you wanted to say that you had never met him before today, to see him suffer but instead you said, “What could I miss? You ghosted me, I moved on, and now you have no right to call me Y/n-ah. Please call me Y/n-sshi, just like the rest of your bandmates.” Namjoon stared at you in shock at your answer, and before he could answer, you carried on, “My question to you is why did you block me? Why in the hell did you decide while you were away that you wanted to cut me out of your life?” Tears were pooling in Namjoon’s eyes and you saw him open his mouth as if he wanted to speak but you kept going, “Do you have any idea how I felt when I realized you blocked me? I felt horrible. There’s a reason why it’s taken so long to get you and your bandmates on the show and it wasn’t actually because I have been busy; it’s because I can’t look at you without remembering how you left me. How you abandoned me.” You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you stopped talking, looking anywhere other than at Namjoon. Everyone was staring at you with a shocked look and you couldn’t blame them. You had just burst emotionally and no doubt barely anyone knew what was going on. You only told Chae that he was your soulmate and as you looked at the rest of BTS you quickly realized that she probably was the only one who knew other than Namjoon and you. The rest of BTS was looking at you with wide eyes and shock. Namjoon hadn’t told anyone. You gasped at this realization, “Kim Namjoon. I feel like meeting you again today has shown me just how much you cared about meeting your soulmate.” At that moment it felt as if all hell broke loose as Namjoon’s bandmates got up in shock and the producers quickly worked to end the episode, already seeing just how much the show has gone awry at this point. All you could look at though was Namjoon, who was now furiously opening and closing his mouth as if he was trying to formulate something to say. “Namjoon-ah! You met your soulmate and didn’t tell us!” Seokjin was shouting as soon as the producers ended the show and you jolted in shock while looking at the shouting man. At this point, Chae was by your side as the Seokjin kept yelling and yelling at Namjoon. “We met three years ago and were only together for a little while before he left me.” You said, your voice barely a whisper. Somehow it was loud enough that everyone on the set heard, and everyone on set quickly became quiet. “Y/n-a… Y/n-sshi, I am sorry I… Our music video blew up so much more than I had expected… I rode that wave of… Then we went on tour and I… you wouldn’t have stayed with me… my life was too hectic… I… I--” “You decided for me. Without consulting me. You left me, Namjoon-sshi. You left me.” You were speaking quietly, suddenly very aware of everyone else watching Namjoon’s and your fight. “I missed you so much. Every day without you was like torture.” He got up and started walking towards you and you started to feel trapped in the chair you were sitting in. This was your space. You were supposed to feel safe while in your studio and yet here you were, feeling trapped and ready to run. “Don’t come near me.” You quickly said, needing to keep Namjoon at bay. The closer he got to you, the more you felt like you were going to break down soon. You couldn’t break down soon. You just couldn’t. “Is there any way you could possibly forgive me?” Namjoon asked, his eyes pleading with you. “I… I don’t know. You literally left me behind. You never told anyone about us. I… did you even l… did you even love me as I loved you?” You asked, now curing into yourself on the chair. “Yes. Of course, I did, ba-Y/n-sshi. I loved you so much. That’s why I had to leave you. I--” “If you all really want to talk about this, we should go to the break room. This is way too public of a place.” Chae interrupted and you felt relief flow over you as she did. You nodded quickly after, standing up shakily and holding onto Chae’s arm for support. Soon enough, Chae was leading the way to the closest break room, Namjoon, his bandmates, and you all following closely behind. Every step towards the break room felt as if your fate was being sealed. You were going to cry. You were going to break down. You were doomed. Chae got you and Namjoon in the room before quickly leaving with the rest of BTS following behind and once again, you felt alone. Too alone. You quickly moved as far away from Namjoon as you possibly could once the door was closed. “Why did you run from us, Namjoon-sshi?” You whispered into the silence that surrounded you two. “Because I love you.” He said quietly, his own voice cracking as he spoke. He sounded as if he was closer to you than he actually was but it didn’t matter because, at that moment, you broke down. You couldn’t think. All that you could do was cry and hyperventilate. It hurt so much to hear Namjoon say that. You thought that you had finished most of the grieving process, yet here you were: bawling your eyes out and feeling like your heart was shattering all over again. Namjoon cooed and came closer, “It’s ok, Y/n-sshi. It’s ok.” You heard him. You felt the warmth from his hands stutter from touching you. You didn’t feel any physical contact and that made you break more. You started crying even harder, looking up, and quickly pulling Namjoon into a hug as well. It felt nice to be in his arms again. Being held in Namjoon’s arms felt nice and the longer you were in it, the more you felt like you were healing. It wasn’t until you had finally stopped crying that you said, “I hate that we’re soulmates.” “Why?” Namjoon asked, his whole demeanor stiffening as he looked down at you cautiously. “Because even after all the shit you put me through, I still want to be with you.” You said, looking up at Namjoon whose eyes widened and a deep blush settled on his cheeks. “I hate that you said that because it makes it harder for me not to kiss you,” Namjoon whispered, his eyes glued to your lips. You simply smiled and leaned up to kiss Namjoon yourself. He quickly started to kiss you back and for once in a long time, you felt like the world was right again.

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You Can Smile

@coralyart I hope the wait was worth it, sorry again for the lateness! Here’s your Christmas Truce gift! I had a lot of fun writing it.

You Can Smile - Christmas Truce 2019

Danny's heart leapt into his throat as the floor gave way without warning. Tucker and Sam, on either side of him, shrieked in surprise. Danny didn't have the energy to cry out, at least until they hit the ground, and he landed hard on his right side, and a raging fire tore through his body so hot and fast he blacked out for a moment.

He came to on his back, Sam and Tucker hovering over him, concern filling their gazes. They were scraped and bruised, but otherwise fine. He, on the other hand, was so far from fine. His entire right side felt like it was on fire, hot embers scorching his insides.

"Walker... sucks." Danny wheezed, gently probing his side. He found the spot that hurt the most, just below his rib cage, and grimaced at the blood he felt.

"Pretty sure one of the goons got you, actually. Sorry, man," Tucker said.

"Nobody tells Skulker, I'll never live it down," Danny said.

Sam peeled up the torn edges of the jumpsuit, peering at Danny's wound. She frowned. "This is a bad one, Danny. How are you feeling?"

"A little damp, but that might just be the blood," Danny said. Sam and Tucker rolled their eyes. "Hey, wait. Actually, please tell Skulker. Maybe he'll think the ghost that wounded the great, rare halfa, would be more worth his time."

"I'll do that next time I see him," Sam said dryly. "Let me clean you up, you heal faster when I do."

Danny didn't protest. He had no idea what Walker's goon managed to hit him with, but dear god it hurt. He lay back, staring up at the ceiling as Tucker passed Sam a water bottle and a couple clean rags he kept in his pockets during their ghostly adventures.

They had fallen into a cavern. Black stone surrounded them, oddly smooth, barely a blemish in sight. The walls curved up and in, possibly into a dome, but the stone was so dark Danny couldn't tell if the ceiling rose high out of sight, shrouded in shadows, or if it was only a dozen yards above him.

Crystals jutted out from the floor. They all carried the same hexagonal shape, with a pointed top, but they varied in size. Some stood alone, others in clusters. Some were taller than Danny's dad, others wouldn't even pass Danny's ankle if he stood. They emitted soft light for him to see by, blue, pink, and purple. The light felt nice on his skin, warm where he was cold, cool where he was hot.

One of the largest crystals loomed behind Danny's head. Unlike the others, this crystal was dark, almost as black as the floor.

He reached up, flinching when his side burned anew, hissing in pain.

Inside the crystal, a light pulsed.

"Don't move," Sam told him, drawing his attention. Her hands pressed against his side, putting pressure on the wound.

At this point, it was standard procedure. Whenever Danny got an injury they couldn’t just slap a band-aid over, Sam or Tucker would help him clean it up, stop the bleeding, then let his natural healing take over. One of the perks of being a halfa, his body could take a lot more damage, and heal a lot faster. Good thing, too, or else he'd have to deal with questions he wasn't prepared to answer.

"Hey," Tucker said, drawing Danny and Sam's attention. He tilted his head back, peering up at the ceiling. "Where's the hole?"

"We only fell for a few seconds," Sam said, following Tucker's gaze. "The ceiling shouldn't be that high."

"Is it?" Tucker squinted.

"It doesn't matter," Danny said. "Give me half an hour, I'll be good to go, and I can find a way out of here."

"As long as Walker doesn't find us first," Sam muttered.

Danny closed his eyes, sighing. They got lucky, stumbling across this place. After taking the hit from Walker's goon, Danny thought they were done for. The Speeder, totalled. His strength fading by the second. Walker closing in. They took a gamble, diving into the nearest door, a mad scramble from portal to portal, gateway to gateway, their only goal to get as far from Walker as possible. And then, suddenly, they were falling.

The longer he stared up at the ceiling, the surer Danny was the hole had closed behind them. The fall had been rather short. His hip throbbed from the rough landing, amongst his other aches and pains. But they were safe. Trapped, but safe.

He scanned the walls, looking for a doorway, a tunnel, any marking at all that showed there was more to this place. He found nothing. Just smooth stone and colourful crystals.

He was about to turn away when something shifted in the corner of his eye. His focus snapped to a cluster of crystals halfway between him and the wall. Squinting hard, he sought out the source of the movement. He couldn't see anything. The longer he stared, the more everything started to blur together.

Danny blinked and rubbed his eyes, clearing his vision. It didn't help much. He felt odd. Dazed. Confused. His side still burned, but his fingers and toes were numb. He felt light-headed.

Something about this place seemed familiar, but not the normal way. Not in the way that he’d been here before. More like he had heard someone talk for hours about a place like this, going on and on for so long and in such detail that it felt like an intimate, known place he was returning to after many years of absence, his second-hand memories of it hazy and half-formed, but still strong enough to niggle at his brain.

It takes him much longer than it should have to remember.

"Ghost graveyard," Danny said.

Tucker and Sam stilled, their eyes snapping down to him.

"What?" Tucker asked.

"It's a ghost graveyard," Danny repeated.

Tucker raised an eyebrow and looked around, the soft lights glinting off his glasses. "But ghosts are already dead."

"Tucker! Don't be insensitive!" Sam berated him, her words accompanied by a sharp glare. Until confusion flickered across her face and she frowned. "But you've got a point. How can ghosts have a graveyard?"

"Clockwork told me," Danny started, laying his head back. "Sometimes, ghosts fade. For a lot of reasons. Their dead ectoplasm... or, um, double dead? Just. Yeah, dead. Their dead ectoplasm can't be reabsorbed by the Ghost Zone, except in stuff like this."

Danny pointed to the crystal behind him. A small green light shone inside it, one that wasn’t there before.

"That's... cool. I guess," Tucker said, looking wary. "There can't be ghosts of ghosts, right?"

"Very cool," Danny murmured, entranced by the light. It was beautiful, and daunting. Like Sam at her most macabre, wearing her darkest clothes, her sharpest makeup, her soft shadow eating up all the harsh light in the world. Danny loved it when she looked like that.

Or like Tucker, any time he went on a techno rampage, hacking away at firewalls and online defenses with a devilish grin, the blue computer light washing over his face in a sulfuric glow.

Danny smiled, thinking of those moments, when his girlfriend and boyfriend looked ready to take on the world. Call him sappy, but he just loved something about someone who would burn the world for you. He'd do the same for them.

The pressure on his side alleviated. Sam's breath hitched. Danny lifted his head, looking up at her. Her hands were soaked in blood.

"It's not stopping," she said.

Tucker paled, his shadow falling over Danny as he leaned over to inspect the wound. He reached out, maybe to touch Danny's side, or peel back the bloody jumpsuit, or maybe grab Sam's hand and comfort her. Danny would never find out which one, because Tucker's hand stilled the moment Danny was seized by a harsh coughing fit.

Brutal, hacking coughs ripped through his body, a jagged knife driven deep into his wounds, twisted sharply. They tore at his dry throat, Danny's head thumping back against the ground. He raised a hand to cup his mouth, but aborted the movement halfway, instead clutching his side.

Shit. Everything hurt.

When the coughing stopped, Danny groaned, a hoarse wheeze. His lips felt wet. Licking them, he tasted blood. A few speckles stained Tucker's glasses, who had shuffled up to Danny's shoulder, his hand under Danny's head to keep it off the hard ground.

Huh. When did that happen?

"Oh," Danny said. It came out as a croak rather than the breathy sigh he meant it to be. It hurt. Breathing hurt. Thinking hurt. "Sam, I think my lungs are bleeding. Ow."

"No, they aren't," she said, her voice wavering. She tore off her backpack, tossing it to Tucker. She didn't even look up to see if he caught it, pressing her hands against Danny's side once more. "You've had worse than this. We'll just... we'll patch you up, and you'll be fine. Tucker–"

"I know," Tucker said, upending Sam's backpack and shaking it until a red canvas bag fell out. He snatched up the bag and tore it open, gauze pads, medical tape, and disinfectant spray bursting out, scattering across the floor.

"Okay," Danny said tonelessly. It wasn't that Danny didn't believe her. Somehow, he knew she was right. He would be fine. But a little itch in the back of his head told him they had two very different versions of fine.

He didn't watch Sam and Tucker work, a practiced routine of Tucker handing Sam what she needed, when she needed it, while Danny tried not to move too much. He went back to observing the cave. There were only so many times he could look it over—admittedly, once was more than enough—but he had nothing else to do. He was hurt. He was tired. He was so damn bored.

His head flopped to the side. Two little pink eyes stared at him from amidst the crystals. Danny froze. The eyes—ghost—blinked. He blinked back. Neither moved.

The impromptu staring contest broke when Sam dabbed a wad of gauze soaked in disinfectant against Danny's side. He hissed, jerking away from her hand, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them, it was to the sight of Tucker's cargo pants, inches from his nose.

Shuffling over, he pressed his cheek against Tucker's leg, his laboured breaths filling the cavern. A moment later, he felt Tucker's fingers running through his hair and leaned into the touch, closing his eyes again. Tucker's hand slipped under Danny's head and raised it up. The sound of scraping and shuffling echoed for a second, and then Tucker lowered Danny's head onto his lap.

If Danny were a little less hurt, a little more lucid, he might have been embarrassed about what he did next, snuggling against Tucker's legs.

"S-sorry about your glasses," Danny said, thinking of the flecks of blood that still dotted the lenses.

"Shut up, don't be stupid," Tucker said.

"I'm not stupid, you're stu—art."

Tucker snorted, his hands stilling. Danny whined and he resumed petting. "I'm Stuart?"

Danny groaned. "No. You're not stupid. You're smart. Stupid smart."

"He's something," Sam said. She tried to smile, but her voice was strained.

Tucker rolled his eyes. "As if you don't love me."

Sam stuck out her tongue.

Danny chuckled, but quickly broke off into another round of coughs. This time, he managed to cover his mouth, preventing more of his blood from splattering against Tucker.

"Sorry," he mumbled between coughs. Tucker didn't respond, but Danny felt his fingers tense, the petting pausing for a moment, before it resumed. Danny ducked his head, nuzzling Tucker's knee, and wiping his hand on the front of his jumpsuit once the coughing stopped.

All he wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. Tucker's hand running through his hair definitely didn't help. The steady rhythm was so relaxing. He didn't even notice Sam stopped working until she touched his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Sorry, Danny. Can you roll onto your side?" she asked.

He groaned, prompting another soft apology from Sam, and complied, holding his weight on his elbow and knees, raising his hips off the floor so she could loop the bandages around his waist. Once, twice, three times, holding the gauze pads in place.

Danny's toes curled and he clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as Sam yanked on the bandages, make sure they were tight. Something warm and fuzzy—not soft, but like TV static—brushed against his fingers. Danny gasped, his eyes flying open, and zeroed in on the small, glowing form wriggling its way between his fingers, forcing his fist open.

Small, round, no bigger than a baseball, a pale blue ghost with bright pink eyes flopped onto his palm.

"Hola!" the ghost chirped.

"Son of a–!" Tucker jerked at the sudden noise, nearly dislodging Danny as he twisted around, searching for the source.

The ghost tittered.

"Holy shit that scared me," he said.

"Really? I didn't notice," Sam drawled. She tapped Danny's shoulder, signalling she was done.

Danny, panting from that little effort, slumped. He probed the bandage, picking at the edges with his nails. When he pressed down, he could feel the dampness of the blood. Moving carefully, he draped his arm over the bandage, hoping Sam and Tucker wouldn't notice.

"So, uh. Who's this little guy?" Tucker asked.

"Me llamo Luz!"

"What?"

"Oh my god. Tucker, I know you failed Spanish, but how can't you know what that means?" Sam rolled her eyes, reaching over Danny to dig her knuckles into Tucker's shoulder.

"We don't have Spanish class! You don't know Spanish!"

"But I know what that means."

"So, what if–"

"Her name is Luz," Danny interrupted. He didn't feel like listening to Sam and Tucker argue, not right now. He was sleepy, and exhausted, and he just wanted this to be over with, one way or another. He closed his eyes with a sigh.

"Wait, no, dude, don't." Panic filled Tucker's voice. "Don't fall asleep, that's bad."

But it felt nice.

"Stay awake."

He didn't want to.

"Tell us more about the graveyard," Sam said. She squeezed Danny's shoulder again, jostling him a little. She didn't stop until Danny slowly, reluctantly, opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, Sam and her dark attire melting into the black stone around them, Tucker's bright colours blending with the crystals.

"Apparently, ghosts sort of just find their way here when they start to fade? At least that's what Clockwork told me," Danny said. He couldn't remember most of that conversation. Whether that was because he didn't pay attention, or he just didn't have the energy to recall, he wasn't sure. Maybe both. He didn't pay attention to a lot of stuff.

He was kind of regretting that now.

"Sometimes they don't even realize it. But I think there's supposed to be a guardian or something?" Danny's thumb strokes Luz's back, making her purr. "They keep intruders out. This place is kind of sacred, so..."

Tucker chuckled. "I guess they aren't doing that good a job since we're here."

"Guess not." Danny held Luz close, staring into those button eyes. They looked a little vast for something so small. It was freaking him out a little. But at the same time, Luz's eyes held nothing but warmth.

"Clockwork didn't happen to mention how someone who gets stuck here can get out, did he?" Sam asked. She crawled forward, sitting beside Tucker at Danny's head, and took over ruffling Danny's hair. "I don't really want to wait for some dying ghost to come here so the door can open back up."

"I'm sorry," Danny said, ducking his head.

"It's okay if you can't remember," Sam assured him.

That wasn't what he apologized for, but he didn't bother correcting her.

Tucker watched the crystal behind slowly grow brighter. He didn’t notice at first, more concerned with Danny and their situation, but worrying so much got exhausting and tedious after so long.

Although, he had no idea how much time had passed. It was impossible to tell, but it felt like hours. Tucker's PDA was long dead. The Ghost Zone always drained the battery faster, and the clock never worked right in here anyway. All the ectoplasm and the weird twistiness of time and space inside the ghostly realm.

All he knew was that, at some point, the crystal behind them changed from black to pale green, the glow spreading from deep within.

Tucker ran his thumb back and forth across Danny's knuckles, who still lay curled on his uninjured side. Danny had taken to softly muttering in Spanish, having a quiet conversation with Luz. Tucker wished he knew what they were saying, but, ultimately, it didn't matter. As long as Danny was talking, he was awake. As long as he was awake, he was alive.

Tucker tried not to look at Danny's injury. Every time he did, he couldn't help but feel dread, like poison, seep through him. His stupid, idiot, well-meaning but very much the self-sacrificing jerk of a boyfriend was trying to hide it under the crook of his elbow, but Tucker could see.

The bandages were tinged pink. Soon enough, they'd be red. After that... Tucker didn't want to think about it.

Danny's muttering was the only thing putting Tucker at ease. Whenever Danny stopped, waiting for Luz to respond, Tucker's breath caught in his throat. Danny had a bad habit of holding himself perfectly still when he wasn't doing anything, looking almost like a statue. Sometimes, it was unnerving. Right now?

Right now, it made Tucker think that each time Danny stopped talking, he'd never talk again. He hated it. He hated this place. He hated Walker, and his goons, and that stupid, lucky shot, and Danny's frustrating inability to dodge at crucial moments.

Tucker shook his head. He wasn't mad at Danny. He just wanted Danny to be okay.

Sam was curled up against Tucker's side, holding Danny's free hand, her head on Tucker's shoulder. He glanced at her every once in a while, checking to see if she had fallen asleep. She hadn't. Although her eyes were closed, tension furrowed her brow and pinched her lips, her breathing uneven.

He tucked a strand of hair, slowly falling down her cheek, back behind her ear.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Tucker thought this was nice. His girlfriend cuddled against him, his boyfriend's head in his lap. He laughed softly, careful not to disturb either of them. The day they started dating stood fresh in his mind.

Danny asked Tucker and Sam out separately, to the same date, without telling either one about the other. When Tucker got to the movie theatre and saw Sam there, his heart nearly broke. He thought, for a moment, that he had misunderstood Danny's intentions. That Danny didn't feel the same way Tucker did.

When he noticed them holding hands, he nearly shattered into pieces. But then Danny saw him, beamed as brightly as the stars he loved to rave about, and held out his other hand for Tucker to take.

"Jazz told me to be spontaneous. So, uh... I kind of love you both and would you like to go out with me? Us? The three of us I mean. Together. Dating," Danny had said, his face burning red, gaze nervously darting from Sam to Tucker and back again.

As it turned out, Danny wasn't quite the clueless dweeb everyone thought he was. He just couldn't decide which best friend he wanted to date. So, he decided to date both of them.

Tucker was nervous at first. Scared he might ruin things. He wasn't sure he could love Sam the same way he loved Danny. He had always liked her, but love?

Sam suddenly wrinkled her nose, snuggled further against Tucker's side, tucking her arms between them and sighing softly. Tucker smiled. Yeah, he loved her, and Danny. They were everything to him.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, cracking one eye open.

Tucker shook his head. "No idea. PDA's dead. But probably late enough our parents are wondering where we are."

"Are you kidding? My mom probably doesn't even know I'm gone. I bet Danny's parents think we're sleeping over at your place. And your parents..." Sam trailed off. "Yeah, okay. Your parents would notice."

She paused, taking a deep breath. "We'll be okay."

Tucker nodded. "We'll be okay."

"You'll be okay," Danny said.

Tucker paused, frowning. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. "What?"

"It's going to be okay," Danny said, turning slightly to look up at them.

Tucker didn't miss the careful wording, but decided not to comment on it. If he did... It was like thinking some great, big horror was lurking behind a closed door. And as long as Tucker didn't open the door, he could pretend there was nothing behind it at all.

He didn't want to open the door.

"Let me check if the bleeding's stopped," Sam said, pulling away from Tucker's. He immediately missed her warmth.

On her knees, one hand out to catch herself should she fall, fingertips brushing the hard stone, Sam leaned over Danny, brushing his arm aside. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she inched forward, blocking Tucker's view.

Apparently, he didn't need to see it. He could hear the wetness of the bandages as Sam peeled them back. The noise, not quite a squelch, but almost like a tearing sound, echoed throughout the cavern.

Tucker worriedly gnawed his lip. He shifted to the side, so he could see Danny's face better. His eyes looked glazed, his breathing short and ragged, sweat dotting his forehead. Blood speckled his lips. He looked faint, and gray, like all the colour was slowly seeping out of him.

His lips barely moved as he spoke, Luz sitting in his cupped hand, raised to his face. Tucker squinted. He could have sworn Luz was a lighter blue before, like ice. Now she was the colour of a cloudless sky.

"Sam?" Tucker looked up, desperate for some good news.

Sam shook her head.

"Hey, guys," Danny said. His voice was so weak, barely more than a whisper. Tucker wondered if it hurt too much to talk any louder. "Luz gave me some good news."

He laughed, weakly, breaking off into a groan and a grimace, one hand drifting to his wound.

Luz squeaked, a string of rapid, concerned words spilling from her mouth. Danny tapped Luz on the head and whispered something back. Tucker only recognized one word, "bien," which meant “okay.”

He didn't think this was okay.

"She told me something cool about this place," Danny continued, switching back to English. He jerked his head, motioning to the ceiling. "Apparently, ghosts are super private about fading, so the guardian closes the cavern to give them privacy. They're apparently super into keeping the ghost happy as they fade, go figure."

Nobody laughed.

"But the door's gonna open pretty soon, and Luz can fly out and get some help."

Relief washed over Tucker. They were getting out. Luz could find Frostbite, or Clockwork, or any semi-friendly ghost that didn't always want to capture, kill, or maim Danny, and they could get him some real help.

He'd need a hospital, probably. There would be questions, and maybe a threat to Danny's secret, but that didn't matter at the moment. The only thing that mattered was Danny would be fine.

Tucker turned to Sam, beaming. His smile froze when he saw her frightened expression. "Sam?"

Her gaze, hard, but tear-filled, didn't waver. She asked, "Why. Why will the door open?"

Of course, Sam asked the important questions, she always did. Fierce, headstrong, and smart. Danny expected nothing less of her. And Tucker. Tucker was the hopeful one, the optimist. He saw the bright side in everything and never gave up. Those were the reasons Danny fell in love with them in the first place.

Danny could have told them what Luz told him, about how not all ghosts faded alone. How sometimes, the guardian made exceptions, let others be there for them, so they wouldn't pass surrounded only by soft light and solitude.

He could have told them. Maybe he should have. He didn't.

Instead, Danny reached out, taking Tucker and Sam's hands, and gave them a reassuring squeeze. He didn't say anything, just smiled. He couldn't give them the reassurances they needed. Nor could he bring himself to tell the truth. But he could smile. He could at least do that.

#SORRY AGAIN THAT IT'S SO LATE #It was sooooo much fun to write #I've been wanting to write some everlasting trio for a while so this was the perfect chance #shout out to ghostly for giving it a quick read through to make sure it was good to go #christmas truce #lazwrites #unlucky alis #phicc #angst

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Time Heals.....Chapter Forty-One

Robyn stretched her arms over her head then winced as her hand hit the wooden headboard behind her, “ouch.”

“Forgot this wasn’t your bed?’

“Shut up, Chris.”

Chris laughed, “what time is it?”

Robyn looked over the clock on the wall, “it is 9pm.”

“Damn. It feel like we’ve been sleep all day.”

“We have been. You picked me up at work at 3. We played pool for all of 20 minutes. Fucked for the last 2 hours then went to sleep. We have accomplished nothing.”

“We broke my bed in so I’m good with that.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “you’re annoying.”

“I’m hungry, Babe.”

“What you telling me for?”

“Cook for me, please?”

“Depends on what you want.”

“Oxtails.”

“No, that takes too long unless you got a pressure cooker.”

“I’ll buy one.”

“Chris.”

“I’m serious. I really want oxtails.”

“Look, how about I call my favorite Caribbean restaurant, order some food and then we’ll eat.”

“But I want you to cook.”

“And people in hell want ice water. Nothing I can do for you, Chrissy.”

“Don’t call me Chrissy.”

“I remember how much you hated that nickname, who you used to call you that?”

“Melissa.”

“Oh, when you went through your white girl phase.”

“I did not have a white girl phase.”

“Yea, you did. Brought that little homely ass blonde, blue-eyed chick to Mama J’s house. On Thanksgiving of all days.”

“You were so rude.”

“I was not rude. That broad touched my hair and I popped her hand, that is not rude.”

“You didn’t have to hit her.”

“She touched me without permission first, I was just returning the favor.”

“Mean ass.”

“You love me.”

“I do. Come here.”

Robyn turned to face him and Chris kissed her lips, “you want me to pick up the food if you order it?”

“I’ll go. I need to grab some clothes. I didn’t plan on spending the night.”

“You don’t need anything because I already got it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Check the closet.”

Robyn frowned, “Pass me your t-shirt.”

“Girl, I’ve already seen you naked.”

“Doesn’t matter. Besides I’m cold.”

Chris sighed and reached over to grab a shirt out of the nightstand next to him then tossed it to her. She pulled the shirt over her head then climbed out of the bed.

“I can still see your ass, Ms. Fenty.”

“You can kiss it later too.”

Chris laughed as Robyn went into his walk in closet, “Oh and you need to check the left side.”

Robyn wrapped her arms around her body as she walked into the closet and went to the doors on the left side of the closet and opened them. Her eyes widened at the complete wardrobe, “Christopher! Come here!”

A few moments passed before she heard the pitter-patter of his bare feet on the wooden floor. She turned just as he stopped beside her, “what in the hell is this?”

“Clothes. And shoes. And purses.”

“Why would you- what the hell?”

“You don’t sound pleased.”

“I’m in shock. Do you know how much this stuff costs?”

“Yea, I paid for it.”

“You know what I mean. How did you even afford all of this?”

“I have an old account that I drop money into every paycheck and I figured I’d use some of the money for something important.”

“Chris, this is too much. This is something you do for a wife or at least somebody you’re living with.”

“This is something I do for someone that means everything to me. I don’t want you to feel like a guest in my house. I want you to feel just as comfortable here as you would at home. I promised not to rush you or anything so I don’t want you to feel like this is what this is but I still want to take care of you and make sure you have everything you need even if it’s just for a weekend. Your presence is vital and having you and your stuff here is important to me.”

“Chris,” Robyn murmured softly.

“Are you gonna cry?”

“I’m trying not to.”

Chris pulled her to him and hugged her tightly, “I don’t want you to feel forced or anything so if it’s really too much, I’ll take some of it back.”

“I don’t really know how I feel to be honest. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“You should know I never do anything halfway when it comes to you.”

“This is beyond complete, this is just- wow.”

Chris rubbed her back and kissed her temple, “you ok, Babe?”

“Yea, just trying to wrap my mind around this. How’d you know my size though?”

“You haven’t changed much since high school besides I pay attention when I need to. I did take you suit shopping a little while ago.”

“You didn’t stay in the store for more than five minutes.”

“It doesn’t take much longer than that to read the size on a tag.”

“You’re annoying.”

Chris laughed, “I love you.”

“So I got a new wardrobe and we’re going to Italy. Why?”

“Because you deserve it and I want to do everything I should’ve done with you before, now.”

“Chr-”

“This isn’t about making up for the past but making sure our present and possible future is as great as it can be. You gonna argue with me about this?”

Robyn shook her head, “we still need to eat.”

“It’s late and your food place is probably closed. We can get Applebees, I’ll go pick it up.”

“No, I can go. Just order it.”

“You sure?”

“Yea, by time I finish showering and getting dressed, it should be ready.”

“Alright. Let me get my laptop.”

Chris kissed her cheek then left back into his bedroom. Robyn went back over to the closet and ran her hands across the clothes as she murmured, “wow.”

“Chris, did you order the food?” Robyn asked as she came out of the bathroom about fifteen minutes later. She had a pair of sweats, t-shirt and a hoodie. Her arms were above her head as she was fixing her hair into a bun, “I don’t want get there too early.”

“I ordered. I should be ready by time you get there, it said it would take about 20 minutes.”

“Ok. Babe, what day is it?”

“The 15th, why?”

Robyn froze as she started mentally counting. Chris frowned at her facial expression, “what’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

“I missed my doctor’s appointment.”

“Was it for something serious?”

“Yes, my Depo shot. Holy fuck and we just had sex without a condom. Oh God.”

“Robyn, wait a minute. How late are you for your appointment?”

“A week. But if I miss it even by a day, I’m susceptible to pregnancy. Oh God, this is bad. Very bad.”

“Babe, relax.”

“Ain’t no relax. I can’t get pregnant right now.”

“What’s so bad about getting pregnant?”

“Nothing but the timing could not be worse. I need to go to the doctor tomorrow.”

“I mean we just had sex a few hours ago, I think you’ll be ok.”

“You think is not good enough. I cannot get pregnant right now. We just figuring this thing out and the last thing we need is more babies. No. No. No.”

“Ok, I get it. It’s a no. Why don’t you get the morning after pill and just-“

“I can’t. I have no idea how it will react if I get my Depo tomorrow. I gotta keep my system clean.”

“Ok, look we’ll go to the doctor tomorrow. Let them check, you get your shot and we’re good.”

“What’s with all this we?”

“I’m going with you. If you do get pregnant, I am definitely gonna be there for everything. Not missing anything this time around.”

“That’s really not necessary.”

“It’s very necessary. We’re in a relationship, right?”

“Yea but it’s really not your-“

“Your problems are my problems especially if I might’ve caused them.”

“I chose to have sex with you without protection.”

“And I chose to go along with it so we would both be at fault. Again, if you are or aren’t pregnant, I want to be there to know either way, ok?”

“Ok.”

“You gotta get used to me helping you at some point, Robyn.”

“I am used to it, just not with things like this.”

“I am here to stay, Ms. Fenty.”

“Ok, Mr. Brown. Can we go eat now?”

“We could’ve been left if you didn’t have a meltdown.”

“It wasn’t a meltdown and even if it was, I am justified. So there,” Robyn stuck her tongue out at him then started walking out the room. Chris smirked then picked her up from behind.

“Chris, you better not drop me.”

“I am not gonna drop you. You are not that heavy,” Chris replied as he locked his hands underneath her legs.

“Put me down.”

“Later.”

“Christopher.”

“Hush. We’re going to get dinner.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, you gonna spend the rest of the weekend with me?”

Robyn looked up from her food, “considering I haven’t went home that would be a reasonable assumption.”

“I don’t assume anything with you. You’d change your mind in a minute.”

“You calling me fickle?”

“Did I say you were fickle?”

“I’m asking.”

“So am I.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Robyn sucked her teeth, “you’re annoying.”

“How am I annoying and you keep starting with me?”

“I am not starting with you, I asked a question.”

“Fishing for an argument, Ms. Fenty.”

“I am not.”

Chris rolled his eyes and Robyn leaned into his shoulder, “I love you, Christopher.”

“Don’t start trying to kiss up to me.”

Robyn smiled and used her hand to turn his face towards her. Chris tried to keep a frown but ended up chuckling, “it’s not fair for me to be this weak for you.”

Robyn laughed and pecked his lips, “you ready for bed?”

“You can go up, I’ll clean this up.”

“I can help.”

“No, you go get comfortable. Find something for us to watch.”

“Got a preference?”

“Nope, whatever you pick is fine.”

“Ok. See you in a few minutes then.”

Robyn kissed his cheek then left upstairs. Chris quickly cleaned up their mess and put away any leftovers before heading upstairs. He smiled as he noticed that Robyn had fallen asleep before choosing anything to watch as the Netflix home screen was showing and the remote was loosely held in her hand. He pulled the cover over her chest as he took the remote, turned off the TV and sat it down on the nightstand. He climbed in on the opposite side and pulled the cover over himself before falling asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mommy! Mommy! You got a delivery!” Erica exclaimed as she was peeking through the window near the front door. Robyn dried her hands on a towel then walked out of the kitchen into her living room, “move from the door, Erica, so I can answer it.”

Erica moved back as Robyn looked through the peephole then unlocked the door, “Yes? How may I help you?”

“I have a delivery for a Robyn Fenty.”

“That’s me.”

“Great. Can you sign this?”

“Sure,” Robyn took the handheld computer and signed her name before handing it back over to the delivery man. He made a gesture towards his truck and another employee rolled a dolly up her porch stairs to her doorway, “where would you like this?”

“Umm…you can set it right by the couch,” Robyn replied as she stepped back and held the door open. They brought the box in and carefully set it by her couch before leaving. Robyn frowned as she locked the door behind them, “what is this?”

“Its from Daddy.”

“How do you know?”

Erica pointed to the tracking sticker that was on the side of the box.

“Erica, go get my phone and call your dad.”

“Can I FaceTime him?”

“Sure.”

Erica ran from the room as Robyn went to grab a boxcutter. She sliced open the box seams along the side and pulled back the front panel of the box. It had several garment bags hanging up and there was another small duffle bag on the floor of the box. She grabbed the bags and set them across the couch before grabbing the duffle bag and setting the box aside. Just as she started to unzip the bag, Erica came back with her phone and her sister, “Here Mommy, Daddy’s on the phone.”

“Hold it for me, I need my hands free. Christopher?”

“Yes Robyn?” His voice coming clearly through the speaker on her phone.

“What did you send me?”

“Open it and you’ll see.”

“I thought we talked about this.”

“I don’t remember gifts being off limits so no we didn’t talk about this.”

“We talked about you buying stuff for me.”

“This was bought before that conversation so it doesn’t count.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’ll send you the receipts, they’re timestamped.”

She opened her mouth then noticed her children staring at her, “I almost said something to you.”

Chris laughed, “just open up the bags.”

Robyn unzipped the first garment bag and it had a tag that said Erica on it, “Erica Baby, this one is for you.”

Erica handed Robyn the phone and moved to the bag. She pulled the tag off the hanger and started laying out the outfit that was inside of it. It was a black evening gown with a light shimmer and spaghetti straps, “Daddy, its so pretty. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Princess,” Chris replied.

Robyn unzipped the next garment bag and it had the tag Erin on it, “this is for you Erin Boo.”

“Yes!” Erin exclaimed as she moved to finish opening the bag. It was a dress in the same fabric but different style of her sister’s, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. The next two bags are yours, Robyn.”

“Girls, why don’t you take your bags upstairs and put them away?”

“Ok Mommy,” Erin and Erica grabbed their garment bags and left upstairs.

“What is in these bags, Chris?”

“Clothes. Just open it.”

Robyn unzipped the first garment bag and a black evening gown stared back at her. The goldlaced bodice looked like a perfect fit for her form. She moved to open the other bag and it was a short bag silk nightgown type of dress.

“Why do I have two dresses?”

“Because after the party is the afterparty.”

Robyn laughed, “you’re stupid. What is all this for?”

“I am taking you all out on a date this weekend. “

“To where?”

“You’ll find out when we get there. I’ll be there to pick you up Friday afternoon.””

“I’ll be at work.”

“You got the day off.”

“What?”

“I called your boss and you got the day off. And the girls are not going to school. Ya’ll have an appointment that morning.”

“Chris.”

“I’m not arguing with you.”

‘You are gonna stop telling me that you aren’t arguing with me. I appreciate the gifts but you will not start taking over my life just because we’re official. You can’t just assume that I can or will drop everything just to do something for or with you. And I am tired of you making plans without my input. You could’ve at least asked me.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“And again I appreciate it but you’ve been getting way too comfortable taking liberties that I haven’t given you.”

“What is so wrong with me wanting to do things for you?”

“Nothing except for I keep asking you not to. I have spent 8 years without your assistance. I do not need you to do anything for me and would appreciate that you would at least have the decency to fucking ask before you do. You want me to be dependent on you and that is not happening.”

“I never said I wanted you to be dependent of me, where the hell are you getting that from?”

“Your actions, Chris.”

“You know what, Robyn, fine. I will stop. Just forget everything and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Chris.”

“No, you made yourself very clear and I will abide by your wishes. Don’t worry about Friday, I’ll cancel everything and you can enjoy your weekend as you see fit. Goodnight.”

“Chr-“ Robyn was cut off as Chris hung up the phone. She plopped down on the couch and sighed.

“Mommy?”

She looked up and saw Erin and Erica standing at the edge of the stairs, “is everything ok?”

“Things are fine. Me and your daddy just had a disagreement.”

“You were yelling at each other.”

“That happens. Seriously, it’s not a big deal.”

“Is he coming over?” Erica asked.

“No, not tonight.”

“Oh ok. Is he coming over this weekend?”

“I don’t know, he might have plans but if not, he’ll probably come and pick you guys up.”

“Just us?”

“Yea, I have some things to take care of.”

“Oh. Are you guys breaking up?”

“What? No, Sweetie. You don’t break up just because you have a disagreement.”

“Oh ok.”

“You hungry?”

“Can we have pizza?”

“Pizza, it is. Delivery or you wanna go out?”

“Delivery. Can we watch a movie too?”

“Whatever you want.”

#chrianna #timehealsfanfiction

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honeyyvee · 6 years ago

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One kiss: Chapter 1

Rating: Mature

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Min Yoonji (Genderbend! Yoongi)/ female reader

↳ Summary: When your best friend Min Yoonji offers herself to teach you how to kiss the only appropriate reaction is (gay) panic.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Coarse language. Consumption of alcohol.

Notes: Here it goes, part 1 of 3 (maybe?). This was born from Dua Lipa’s song and my love for Yoongi/Yoonji. Not beta-read I’m actually looking for a beta-reader with experience because I have none :( so if you’re interested dm me!

"Yoons, Yoons! I have to tell you something." you sang, storming into your shared apartment.

Your friend was in a staring contest with the computer screen before her, eyes squinting and eyebrows frowning deep in concentration. She had her silver headphones on and most definitely didn't notice your arrival, which was your invitation to kindly turn her towards you by the backrest of her fancy rolling chair.

Her pointed eyes squinted at you in silent chide as she watched you bouncing on the balls of your feet from uncontained excitement. Your smile growing wider with each passing second. A sigh escaped her lips as she slided her pricey headphones off her ears and lifted a brow at you.

"Go ahead." She nodded, and you knew you had her full undivided attention. You took a big breath of air.

"Jungkook invited me out to the movies!" you squealed, bringing your your hands to cup your blushing cheeks.

"Finally." The brunette muttered uniterested, swiveling in her chair to continue playing around with her sound editing program.

"Yah!" You hit her softly with a pillow you stole from the bed "This is a big deal. Be happy for me." You pouted.

"I am." She mumbled, eyes still focused on the screen.

"But, Yoonji-ah... " You drawled.

"What?"

"What am I going to do?" You fidgeted. "What if he... what if he tries something?"

Yoonji snorted.

"Something? Like what?" She raised an eyebrow. "This is Jungkook we're talking about, you'll be fine." She scoffed.

"I'm not talking about something bad Yoons, I'm talking about, you know... kissing. I've never kissed anyone." You muttered.

It was kind of an embarassing secret, that at your 18 years of age you still hadn't exchanged saliva with anyone. You were in college already, and sure there had been oportunities where you could have just threw care out of the window and tick off that event out of the list of «first times», but for you it was something special with meaning. You couldn't just give your first kiss to the first alcoholized fuckboy that offered you to make out in the back of a stranger's house.

You stared at your unresponsive friend's profile, she wasn't looking at you, but she hadn't returned to her editing tasks either. Yoonji stared blankly at the screen, as if searching for the right words to say to you.

"What if I do it wrong? What if he is grossed out by me? Or what if it's really awkward? What if there's no chemistry and he decides to give up on me? I really like him Yoons... "

"That's a lot of questions." She scratched at her cheek.

"Yoonjiii... "

"Alright, alright. You're nervous about kissing him because it'll be your first time and you don't want to mess up right? " she lifted a brow.

"Yeah."

"So, all you need to do is practice. There, problem solved." She shrugged.

"Practice? But how? As in, practice making out with a plushie or something?" A light chuckle escaped Yoonji's pink lips.

"That could do, or you could do it the easy way and find someone to practice with."

"Wha— I've never gotten anyone to kiss me in my 18 years of life and now you're suggesting my lonely, socially awkward ass to find someone who sucks face with me for practice?"

"Guess that is too much to ask for, huh." She grinned.

"Yeah, a little bit." You crinkled your nose. "Besides, kissing someone I don't like to practice for my first kiss? That makes no sense. I don't want to give my first kiss to just anyone y'know? I want it to be special."

"Go find Mr. Teddy Bear then." She scoffed, turning her back to you, adjusting her silver headphones and reassuming her tasks on the computer.

"Yoonji!" You whined, but her slender fingers were already clicking away at the screen, her lead eyes focused on the producing software she invested so much money and time on. You sighed, taking a seat on the bed next to her "genius lab", aka her large wooden desk and rotating leather chair.

"Yoonji-ah..." You tugged on her sleeve. No response.

"Yoonji unnie... Yoonji boo... "

"What." She groaned, rolling her head towards you with a pointed look.

"Come on, please help a friend out... What should I do?"

"I already told you, but my suggestion wasn't of your liking." She shrugged. "I'm out of ideas."

And with that final word she made an attempt to turn around on her chair again, your desperate hand stopping her in the move. You still didn't know what to do. Yoonji was your only female friend and most trusted advisor, but you knew how short her patience was when you interrupted her work. If she turned around one more time, she would not listen to you even if you pestered her to death. Third was the charm.

"But... there has to be something! You have lots of experience, I bet you're an amazing kisser. Can't you give me some tips or something?" You bit your lip.

"Or something." She mumbled, staring straight at the wall, not looking back at you.

"Yoonji!" You cupped her face and turned her around to look directly into her piercing gaze. One puppy look was enough to convice her.

"Fine." She grumbled, swatting your hands away from her soft cheeks.

"Really?"

Her lead eyes pierced through yours, with a click of her tongue she conceded.

"Sure, although" a devious smirk curled on her lips ", it would be better if I showed you." Her black pools of chocolate flitted to your lips. Your heart stuttered. Yoonji's nimbly arms reached for either side of you, getting hold of the edge of the matress as she leaned in uncomfortably close, caging you between her body and the bed. Her soft vanilla and coffee scent engulfed you as you stared at her with blank, wide eyes. What the fu...

You scooted back on your butt. "Yoonji wha— " Her slender fingers shushed you, her left hand pinning you down in place. You stared in awe as her black locks of hair swished around as she softly shook her head no to you. As if telling you in one single wordless movement, Don't cower, don't back down, you wanted this, no? Deep eyes were on yours again, a glint of intensity in them that froze you in place and god, you could barely breathe.

"Yoonji... " Her delicate fingers traced feathery patterns up the side of your arm, to your neck, until their final resting place craddling your face. Goosebumps raised all over the trail of her touch, it was ironic really, how you could be so tense and yet melt into her cold fingertips.

"Pucker up. " She comanded. No room for objections. Not when her slender fingers caressed the apple of your left cheek, especially not when her dark eyes diverted to your lips (and for a full second or two, yours did to hers too).

As she leaned in another tortuous centimeter, her mentholated breath ghosted over your lips and the air was knocked out of your lungs. A rush of blood went straight to your head making you dizzy. She was so close you could perfectly smell her fruity shampoo. What is going on...

"A-are you serious?" You managed to whimper out, halfway into giving in and closing your eyes completely.

Yoonji's hooded eyes lazily drifted back to yours, and for a moment something flickered in them, what it was you couldn't point out exactly. But you were utterly positive you had caught the moment something seemed to flash through her mind. What was it? You wondered.

Was it panic for scaring you and taking a joke too far? Disappointment? Did she really wanted you to go through with it? Could Yoonji actually—

"Of course not idiot." She flicked your forehead.

"Oh."

It registered in your mind a couple of seconds later that she had stopped caressing your skin, and the cloud of her delicate fragance had vanished into thin air. She backed away in the blink of an eye adjusting herself on her leather seat and busying herself with her laptop. You watched in stunned silence, still processing the shock of having your best friend's lips so close. Yoonji sighed, giving you a side-glance.

"To be honest I don't understand what you're worrying so much about. Jeongguk is such a virgin" she rolled her eyes ", you can just give him a peck or something." She scoffed.

"I don't think he expects a full tongue french kiss right away. In fact, I don't think he expects a kiss at all."

You processed her words one at a time. He might not expect a kiss at all? By all means Jungkook and you weren't a couple or anything (yet). But the two of you flirted and hung out somewhat regularly; it was a well-known fact that both of you had a thing for the other. He hadn't properly asked you out until now, and the two of you weren't «oficially» going out, but you were pretty sure he would expect something to happen by now. Given all the flirtation that had been going between you lately, at least you were. Were you the only one?

"You think?" You whispered.

But your friend didn't answer back, too preocuppied with her producing to entertain your childish worries any longer. The conversation was over. A soft sigh of resignation left your mouth, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your lips.

"Alright, if you say so."

. . .

You spent that afternoon searching and watching youtube videos for tips about kissing. Listening to youtuber stories about kissing walls or watching a girl making out with a plushie, anything to make you more savvy in terms of lip to lip contact. You felt it would be stupid to actually go out of your way to get a plushie you could practice with, and you weren't as desperate as to make out with a wall... so your hand had to do.

You watched and listened to the tips and instructions the person on the video demonstrated first. Work with two fingers to simulate a pair of lips, start with subtle pecks, move on to one lip, then to the other and then establish a pace, relax. Simple enough, right?

You paused the video and glanced at the ajar door. Yoonji was shut in her room just next to yours, working 'till late night hours on her producing. Surely leaving the door ajar would present no problem, she wouldn't leave that place anytime soon. Besides, you were terribly comfy snuggled in your blankets, your lazy ass didn't fancy getting out of your comfort to shut the door at all. You were drifting to sleep already.

Fuck it...

Leaving your phone aside, you raised your right hand to your face and focused on your middle and ring fingers. As your hand neared into your face, you closed your eyes and let your mind wander to a pair of cupid bow lips. A delicate touch first, a firm peck. A wish for Jeongguk's actual lips to be softer than your skin. You went for the upper lip first, still incredibly self-conscious and slightly uncomfortable. Another peck, and then lower lip...

After some time you established a rythm and pace, past the uncomfortable first seconds of hyper self-consciousness, you got into it. The friction of your lips and your fingers started making soft barely audible, arousing noises. Your left hand wandered under the covers in search of your aching chore. A gasp left your lips at your most needed touch. It had been a while since you had taken care of yourself, and with all this Jk thing going lately, you sure were in need of some release from your frustrations. So you let go.

There was something akin to abandon as you ground your clit on your left hand and licked and sucked on the fingers of your right one. Years of unbottled sexual energy, unleashed.

You wanted someone, you yearned for someone's touch to melt into. Yoonji's scent reached your nose as an uninvited ghost in your Jungkook illusion and you grunted at the memory, grinding faster into your palm. You were terribly frustrated since the afternoon, if by Yoonji's lack of help or your pitiful situation you weren't sure. But you were fixing that now.

"Want some help with that?"

"Jesus, what the hell!" You screamed, your heart stuck in your throat. Your eyes opened to the sight of a very real Yoonji standing next to your door with and unidentifiable expression on her face.

"Hi." She waved nonchalantly. If your face burned red from embarassment or anger, you weren't sure.

"Yoonji! Holy hell, don't you know how to knock?"

"Door was ajar." She shrugged. You groaned; curse your erred judgement. Good thing you were under the covers.

"Yeah, your point?" You snapped.

A long, tense silence stretched through the following seconds where Yoonji seemed to be looking for the right words to say to you. The air was suffocating, to say the least.

She nodded. "You're right, sorry for interrupting. I came by to ask you if you had seen my earphones." Yoonji averted her eyes, tugging on her ear.

You knew in your heart that none of the discomfort and awkwardness you were experiencing were Yoonji's fault. You had left the door open after all. It was an egoist part of you that wished she had just moved on instead of lingering by the door and interrupting. Or for her to not have left her room at all.

"Y-yeah I returned them yesterday. Should be in your backpack's left pocket."

The brunette nodded silently, her pupils ricocheting from place to place on the ivory carpet. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, and you could not stand another second of it. You sighed.

"Out with it."

Yoonji startled, as if derrailed from a deep train of thought. Which was understandable, considering she had just witnessed your shameless display.

"Were you seriously just now making out with your hand?" She smirked.

Your face crumpled from the bluntness of her question. Wasn't it obvious? your mind screamed. The groan that left your mouth was most certainly not human. You wished for earth to swallow you whole as you hid under your blankets thinking over and over again, Most embarassing day of my life, dear god please take me now.

"Well, I guess it's less embarassing than making out with a teddy bear." You heard Yoonji snicker. You peeked to throw her a half-hearted glare.

"I know, I know, sorry. I shouldn't make fun of you, but when I found you so into it like that... " her lips curled into a smirk.

"Jesus Christ, Yoonji! Stop! Must I die an early death from embarassment? Oh my gosh... " you whined, hiding your face under the covers once more. Wishing she would just go away so you could pretend nothing happened.

Yoonji had other plans though, you felt the weight of her body rest on a far corner of the mattress. Her hands patted the space next to you.

"Hey, it's okay. You were doing pretty good from what I caught. Though that was a little more practice than needed for a first kiss." You swore you could listen to the shit-eating grin on her velvet voice. You grunted.

"You're not going to let me live this one out, are you?"

Yoonji hummed in fake contemplation. "Maybe."

You groaned.

"Hey, Y/N... " she patted your arm.

"..."

The matress shifted, and you could feel her body closer. Yoonji's voice ringing clear in the tense silence of your room.

"Come on Y/N, everyone does embarassing shit. I'm not judging you."

"..."

"Y/N. You're getting out of there and we're settling this awkwardness now. I don't want things to be like this between us." She patted your back.

"How? I can't even look you in the eye, god." You groaned into your pillow. It probably sounded like incoherent mumbling though.

"What was that? That you're coming out and having a drink with me?" You felt her hands roaming about the sheets, feeling up for your legs, stopping at your ankles.

"No, Yoonji don't even da— AH!"

In the blink of an eye the petite brunette had dragged you by the ankles to the edge of the bed. Where her unimaginable brute force came from, you didn't know, but to say you were anything less than perplexed was an understatement. She peeled the blanket away from your body like some kind of human banana and brought you to your feet by a firm tug of your wrist.

"We're having a drink and forgetting this ever happened. Okay?" Her slender finger jabbed at your chest to punctuate her statement, her hand rapidly taking yours on her own, guiding you to the kitchen.

Her bluntness indicated there was no room for you to argue with her about it. One really couldn't say no to a drink from Yoongi's whisky reserve.

She sat you in a stool by the bar, the one with a leg shorter than the others, and dived in the cabinets for a pair of your finest red solo cups and johnny walker whiskey. Peak of broke student culture.

"Ah, Yoonji this is nice and all but you know I don't drink whiskey. Don't think it's a good idea."

"Calm your tits, I won't be serving you whiskey on the rocks alone. I'll tone it down for you." She answered, intently looking around in the refrigerator for something, probably sparkling water.

You watched Yoonji's back as she prepared your drink. She had small shoulders and narrow hips, small waist and spindly limbs. Her pale skin looked even paler under the shitty kitchen lights. A shame her baggy pants didn't show off her small round butt, you thought. And stopped your train of thought altogether at that.

Because Yoonji was turning around with your drinks in her hands, and how the fuck could you explain your checking her out being sober.

You snatched the drink out of her hand, the sooner you got tipsy, the better. Some liquid sloshed around your hands, but you decided to ignore Yoonji's low watch it in the background, tippimg your cup until the liquid was gone for good. You winced at the strong woody taste of it.

"Disgusting." You glared at the empty cup.

"You'll come to like it." Yoonji grinned behind her own cup.

"Really doubt that."

Yoonji shrugged. "Guess not everyone can afford good taste."

You stuck out your tongue at her. She took the cup out of your hand. "Another?" She offered.

You shrugged, a pleasant buzz coursed through your system. "Sure, whatever. I love suffering."

Yoonji rolled her eyes, but got to preparing your drink anyways. "You're such a dramatic."

"Oh shut up, you love me." You winked.

It was a casual retort without any depth to it besides serving as a way to tease Yoonji, your roommate however seemed to stiffen at it. Her motions paused for a heartstopping moment, she seemed to seriously ponder over your statement.

A soft smile spread across her lips as she silently nodded and resumed her task of preparing your drink.

You coughed. "So anyways, how are things going with your mixtape? I take it that you being in the mood for a drink is... " She stopped you in your tracks with a glare.

"Not good news. Ok, sorry."

She handed you your new drink and you took it with more care this time, sipping from it at a slower pace.

Yoonji took a sip from her cup and sighed. "I've been stressing myself too much about it. I just want to get it out, but with all these projects I can't get much done unless I cut on my hours of sleep."

You took a long look at the dark circles under her sunken eyes. Looking closely you could make out the weariness on her delicate features. "Which you must definitely have." You muttered sourly.

She averted her eyes entertaining herself with the contents of her cup. You shook your head and sighed, placed your drink on the bar and your hands on your hips. You were a little tipsy by now.

"Bad Min Yoonji. What would your parents say?" You mustered your best judgemental, all-seriousness face, but ultimately sputtered into laughter at her disgusted expression.

"My parents wouldn't give a shit." She dismissed with a chuckle.

"Well too bad, because they should." You retorted.

She looked at you with slight amusement behind weary eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Both of you fell into an easy silence, continued nursing your drinks while scrolling through social media. It was a nice thing about the two of you, you could enjoy each other's company in peaceful silence.

Halfway through your fourth cup though, your brain decided it was time to end it. Your lids were heavy and your mind fogged by alcohol, you were dropping dead on the bar.

"I give a shit about you, Min Yoonji." You mumbled, behind your arms resting on the surface of the bar.

Unfortunately, Yoonji seemed to hear it, and you weren't done just yet with lovey-dovey time.

"Please take more care of yourself, yeah? That mixtape isn't going anywhere, take your time." You closed your eyes.

"We're getting sentimental, huh." Yoonji chuckled in the background.

You felt yourself slowly but surely slipping away into Morpheus arms when a soft presence and sweet scent engulfed you. You vaguely remember Yoonji guiding you to your bed, her soft vanilla and coffee scent. It stayed with you even after she was gone, even when you drifted to sleep for good, and the ghost of a soft touch tickled your lips.

. . .

The day of your date came and by then you knew a few things about kissing. Teeth were a no, and being nervous about it was definitely a no. Or god may help you, something embarassing that would scarce you for life could happen. Ironically, that made you even more nervous.

We were talking about your very first kiss with a boy who was not a jerk and you really, really liked. You didn't want to embarrass yourself. Maybe it was all those Disney princess movies' fault, that you were so enamoured and idealistic when it came to the idea of your first kiss. Most of your friends' first kisses stories were those of awkward tween embarassment. You didn't want that. You had waited for the right person and the right opportunity, you wouldn't take a disappointment after all those years of saying no to the spin the bottle game.

So when the day came and you had the right person and the perfect opportunity within arms reach— looking at you with bright eyes and pretty, kissable cupid bow lips— you didn't understand why you didn't take the chance.

Jungkook had turned to you to whisper some funny comment about the movie and the both of you had laughed. You liked the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. The way his lips formed an adorable bunny smile was cute, and so you found yourself staring at his mouth for longer than what could be considered socially acceptable. And Jeongguk noticed, his lips pulling into a softer, shy smile as he stared back at you in wonder.

"What?"

There was a glint of amusement in his eyes and you wondered if the thought that was crossing your mind had even crossed his. An unexpected pang of disappointment struck your chest as Yoonji's words echoed, unsolicited, in your head. I don't think he expects a kiss at all. An unknown feeling brewed in your chest as images of your conversation with Yoonji washed over you like a wave. You shook the growing blush on your cheeks with a forced smile.

"Nothing, it's just... "

Jungkook's eyes flashed with realization; your mind panicked.

"You have a popcorn shell on your teeth." You pointed. The reaction was inmeadiate, poor Jeongguk his eyes went unbelievably wide as his mouth hung agape only for his hand to cover it quickly. It was difficult to distinguish the blush in his cheeks with only the glow of the screen to illuminate his face. However, as he turned his face from you and excused himself to the bathroom, you almost felt bad for ruining the moment.

Not quite guilty though, as the pressure of the atmosphere had been too much for you to bear. There was a lot going on your mind... a girl with a pretty pink mouth to be exact.

A sigh left your lips as you ran a hand through your hair, your heart quickening in pace as flashbacks of that afternoon hit you like a brick to the face. Yoonji's eyes, Yoonji's lips, Yoonji's fragance...

You had never been so conscious of how beautiful she was until the moment you had her so close. Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered the fresh mentholated breath that still tingled your lips by mere memory. The pressing thought of what could've happened if the two of you had actually locked lips when she had accepted to teach you, stayed with you throughout the following day. Your main concern being, would it had been awkward between you two afterwards?

You were roommates, so there was that to consider. You didn't want to spend the remaining time of your shared apartment lease contract dealing with uncomfortable tension due to awkwardness. You had known Yoonji for about two years since your childhood friend Namjoon had introduced you to her. She had been helping him with his mixtape at the time, the two of them becoming close friends quickly. Both got along so well and spent so much time together you had even thought they would start dating at some point. And because they were so close and you had thought them to be an item, Yoonji had been off limits.

Joon ended up dating someone else in the end, much to your utter shock. You had been secretly rooting for your friend and Yoonji. And because you had been so inmersed in the supportive friend role you had supressed any feelings for her derived from attraction. Because there had been, in the beginning, when you met her your first thought had been about how beautiful she was. Pink pouty lips, droopy eyes, luscious locks of midnight hair and dark eyes. She was just your type clad in a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, boots and flannel. A starking contrast to your own taste in style but hey, opposites attract.

However, Yoonji was your friend now. For about two years things had been that way, where you ready to break the status quo just in favor of finding out the answer to your what if's? In all honesty, you didn't even think it possible for her to see you any way other than a friend.

For as long as you'd known her, she seemed to not be interested in commitment or relationships, rather indulging in one-night stands and off an on affairs you were barely cognizant of. When it came to her private life she was as hermetical as someone could get. You didn't even know her sexual preferences, and didn't want to seem presumptuous taking a guess.

So it would probably be for the best that you pushed back your curiosity to the back of your mind, it wasn't worth persuing if it meant jeopardizing your friendship with Yoonji. Besides, you liked Jungkook now.

Right?

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sasuhinasno1fan · 6 years ago

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A night with my Japanese class crush

Inspired by these prompts I found here. I love college/university aus, there the ones I tend to default to since I'm in college myself. College

Lance knocked on the door again, hoping someone would answer. This wasn’t happening. He was not locked out of his own dorm room because he forgot his keys in the room when he went to go grab dinner and study. Except, well, he was. He knew Hunk wasn’t there. His high school sweetheart went to a college a few hours from theirs and her extremely over protective brother wasn’t going to be on campus for the weekend. His other suitemates though, James Griffin and Lotor Daibazaal, the assholes, had to of gone out for the night. The most annoying thing was they all hung their keys up on hook by the door, so they knew he didn’t have his keys yet they still locked the door. He groaned, dropping on the door and sliding down to the floor. It was cold outside and he just wanted to go back into his room and put his fuzzy shark onesie on and drink hot chocolate and fall asleep listening to the new Alexander Jean CD he finally got.

Part of him wondered if he’d get in trouble for falling asleep in the dorms’ lounge but he knew the last time someone had done that, they woke up with dicks and curse words drawn on their face. Lance was not risking that. He tried to think, was anyone he knew on campus still awake? Allura? No, she had early morning practise, so she’d be asleep with her earbuds in and he didn’t really know he roommate too well. Adam? He was the RA for a whole other building and if he remembered correctly, his favourite TA was on duty tonight so he couldn’t have guests. Pidge? No to that too, they lived with their brother and Matt loved annoying him by flirting with him and he didn’t have the mental compacity to put up with him right then.

In his frustration, Lance picked up his Japanese text book and threw it down the hall, where it hit the door on the other side. He heard the door opening as he threw his face into his hands.

“What the hell? Lance?”

He looked up and froze when he saw the person at the end of the hall. Shit.

“Keith!” he cried, shooting up and stared the other male. “What, what are you doing here? I thought you lived in Montgomery.”

“I do, but my brother lives here and he’s busy and asked me to watch his cat.”

“Huh?” Cat? Pets weren’t allowed in the building? And what brother? And why was Keith even here?

Keith and Lance were in the same Japanese class. He had noticed him on their first day. There class was set up so the desks were in a circle and Keith was opposite Lance. the first thing he had noticed was his hair was a bit of a mullet but other than the tragic hairstyle, Keith was really good looking. Like drop dead gorgeous, with his dark eyes and obvious muscles. Back when the weather had been hotter, Keith came to class with his bangs clipped back and his hair tied into a messy bun and Lance felt his heart stop. No one should look that good. Didn’t help that he’d been in a tank top and it took everything in him not to get lost during the lesson because he kept staring at Keith. Whenever they stood next to each other when the teach would have them practise writing characters, Lance would control himself not to blush. God, literally last week, they were paired to do a practise conversation and Keith asked him if he was free on Saturday and Lance melted a little before remembering it was a practise conversation.

“What are you doing out here? And throwing your textbook out that hall?”

“Huh?” Lance realised Keith was talking to him. “I left my keys in my room by accident and even though my other roommates so my keys on the hook by the door, they still locked it.”

“I can call security for you?” Keith offered, holding out Lance’s textbook.

“Thanks, but Hunk used the suite’s free passes when he kept forgetting his keys, hence why we hang them up by the door now.”

“Oh. Are any of your roommates coming back?”

Lance shook his head. “Hunk’s gone to see his girlfriend for the weekend and I know my asshole roommates left for the night. Everyone else I know isn’t the best option to stay the night with.”

“Did you want to stay the night with me?”

“What?”

“My brother went to grab something from the student store and his therapy cat keeps meowing if he’s not in the room, so I’m keeping her occupied.” Keith explained.

“That’s what that noise was?” Lance said, thinking back to the times he was so sure he heard a cat meowing. Then he remembered something else. “Wait, the guy who carries the spaceship bag is your brother? I though he was a pre-vet student.”

“Shiro a pre-vet major? No, Shiro studying to be a teacher. He’ll be back soon and my roommate dropped out halfway through the semester so I’ve got a dingle. You can sleep on the extra bed and we can come back the next day to make sure your roommates are back.”

A whole night with Keith, alone? Lance would not make it through the night.

“I, I don’t have anything to wear. I needed a shower.” Lance tried to excuse.

“Most of Shiro’s hand-me-downs I use as pyjamas. I have extra towels too.”

Lance struggled to find another excuse. He didn’t want one because a whole night with Keith, yes please, but it was also Keith.

“Sure.” He agreed in the end.

“Cool, come on. we can wait in Shiro’s room till he gets back.”

Lance slowly followed Keith into the room, which he realised was one of the random singles on the floor. While one wall was taken mostly by a bed, the other had a large cat tree and a steady incline of perches, including a bridge that lead to the dresser. Tangled up in a teasing rope toy was a black cat, with a few patches of white.

“That’s Kuro, Shiro’s therapy cat.” Keith explained as he gently nudged her side, moving when she twisted in attempt to sink her claws into his foot.

“Oh. Ok. Medical issues?”

“Mostly. He has really bad anxiety after this accident he had. He’s much better than he was when he first got her but I guess you can say she’s overprotective. She doesn’t like having him out of her sight.”

“I see.”

The door opened and the guy Lance and Hunk were always so sure was a pre-vet student came in, unzipping his jacket. Most of his black hair was hidden by a beanie, but his white dyed fringe was still in his face.

“Oh, hello?”

“Shiro, this is Lance. He lives across the hall.”

Shiro’s grey eyes lit up with recognition. “Right. You live with Lotor right?”

“Unfortunately.” Lance said. It was no secret he didn’t like Lotor or James.

“Yeah, he makes it a habit to complain about me bringing Kuro to class.” Shiro said.

“I’m sure he does.”

“Lotor and his other roommate locked Lance out so he’s gonna spend the night with me.” Keith said, picking up his jacket from Shiro’s bed.

“Alright.” Shiro pulled out two bowls of instant ramen and gave whatever was left in the bag to Keith. “I’ll see you around Lance.”

“You too.” Lance said following Keith out the door and back into the cold air.

“Are you hungry?” Keith asked, his words slightly muffled with his scarf around his mouth.

“Um a little.” Lance admitted. “I can just grab something from the vending machine when we get to Montgomery.”

“No need, I have food in my room. I hope you don’t mind ramen.”

“Consists of most of my diet.” Lance admitted.

They soon reached the building and Keith tapped his student ID to the card reader, pulling the door open when it let out a beep. He led Lance up two flights of stairs and down the hall where a door covered in a Sherlock door poster hung, making the door look like the door for apartment 221B. According to the old marking on the door jam, it was actually room 221.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, I had gotten the poster for Christmas before I started college and when I saw what my room was, I knew I had to bring it.” Keith unlocked his door and let Lance walk in first before he followed him. one side of the room looked unoccupied while the other was obviously lived in. the bed was covered in red and black sheets, the blanket shoved near the end of the bed, almost covering the large hippo plush. The desk was pushed against the end of the bed and held a large monitor for the desk top computer. Most of the wall was covered in posters of different anime or space related. On the chest of the drawers, acrylic stands and figurines were spread out, picture frames placed in free spaces around them.

Lance dropped his things on the empty bed and glanced over at the pictures. There was one with Keith and an older guy. He almost looked like Shiro but Lance could tell that he resembled Keith more. Another picture held a woman in army fatigues who looked more like Keith. There was one with Shiro and Keith along with a dog, who looked like more fur than anything. He looked over at Keith as he dropped his jacket onto the chair, taking the bag to the microwave that sat on top of the mini fridge. He turned on the kettle sitting on top of it and pulled out the other bowls of ramen.

“You said you didn’t like beef ramen, right?” Lance looked confused, unsure how Keith even knew that. “You mentioned it in class one day, around the food section?”

He had mentioned that, but that had been during a practise conversation that Lance knew he hadn’t been paired with Keith for.

“Um yeah. Don’t really like the taste of it.”

“I have soy sauce udon, is that ok?” Lance nodded and watched Keith pull a container out from the fridge and put it in the microwave. He picked up a mug that seemed to hold all the cutlery Keith owned and held it out for Lance.

Lance smiled at the sight of Studio Ghibli themes chopsticks as he took the Kiki’s Delivery Service ones.

“I didn’t realise you were such an otaku Keith.”

“Have you seen my bookbag?”

He had. It was covered in pins from different animes and the bag itself was Kingdom Hearts themed. “I prefer my pins on an itabag.”

“Oh I have itabags, I just don’t use bags on campus except for my bookbag so there’s no point in bringing them.”

Lance couldn’t help but laugh. He was still nervous about staying the night in Keith’s dorm, especially with his crush on him but he was learning a lot about Keith. It was slowly becoming easier to relax around him. The microwave went off and Keith pulled out the container, a cloud of steam erupting when Keith opened it and offered it to Lance.

“Seafood dumplings. I was going to finish these tonight so feel free.”

“Is it ok?” Lance asked. With Keith’s nod, Lance picked one up between his chopsticks and took a small bite. “These are good.”

“There’s this kinda unknown dim sum place not far from here. It’s pretty good.”

“Sounds like fun. I should check it out.”

The kettle went off next and Keith went to fill the bowls with hot water, keeping the lids down with a chopstick each before sitting next to Lance on the bed. He took Lance’s chopsticks from his hands and used it to pick up his own dumpling.

And there went Lance’s blood pressure, shooting up at the thought of using the same utensils as Keith.

‘Congratulations Lance, you’ve become a complete child with a crush.’

“Were you studying Japanese?” Keith asked.

“Hmm?” Then Lance remembered it had been his Japanese textbook he threw at Shiro’s door. “Yeah. The kanji is really hard.”

“Yeah. I get confused with some of them. I’m not looking forward to when we have to start using them in our writing.”

“I’m still more worried about speaking part of it. When I get nervous, my mind starts switching Spanish and Japanese.”

“Oh yeah, I remember the midterm exam, the speaking portion. You recovered really well though. If you want, I can help you practise your speaking.” Keith offered.

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Lance couldn’t really answer after that. He wanted to. Keith didn’t have to but he wanted to.

“Sure. If it’s ok with you. Man, you are really doing a lot for me. Letting me stay the night, feeding me, helping me study.”

“I’m sure you can figure out some way to repay me.” Keith said, his voice sounding flirtatious, making Lance’s heart stop again.

‘He isn’t allowed to do this. I’m dying, why is he doing this?’

“You ok?”

“Yep, sure, totally fine.” Lance rushed out. Then Keith gave him this smile. God, he really wasn’t allowed to smile like that!

“Here, I think the ramen is ready.” Lance took his chopsticks back, and stuffed a dumpling into his mouth, trying to organize his thoughts. “Did you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, you can choose.”

Keith handed Lance his bowl, which he started to dig into then woke his computer up. He put a DVD into the drive and skipped to the main menu.

“Ohh, Kingsman! I love that movie. The second one was really good.” Lance said as he saw the main menu.

“It’s one of my favourite ones. I remember Shiro saw it with his boyfriend and they said Eggsy had gotten married to a blonde chick and my mind went to Roxy.”

“I know, I watched it on the plane ride home but I was half asleep and the person next to me was watching it and was like ‘I can’t believe they shoved those two together! That was one of the stories good points, that Roxy and Eggsy were only best friends, never even hinted to be in a relationship. I was glad we were both wrong.”

“I know. But I guess it speaks to how Eggsy values relationships. He liked Roxy only as a friend and they stayed that way the whole time and even though he only wanted to have sex with the princess, he was able to hold a relationship with her, something he never wanted to risk, even for his job.”

“I kinda hope I can have a relationship like that.” Lance said.

“I’m sure you’ll have no problem.” Keith said, in that same flirtatious voice.

Oh god, Lance didn’t know if he was trying to say something. That was a tomorrow issue. For now, he was going to enjoy watching this movie and ramen with Keith.

#klance au month #college au #pinning lance

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killjoy-loveit · 6 years ago

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Hack This Part 9

A/N: You may or may not know the drill by now, but here it is anyways: this is in 1st POV (like my other stuff), I hope it will be 10 parts (if it isn’t I will make it very clear), and I would also like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction. When mature content starts it will be denoted with ***

Summary: Reina almost loses hope for receiving the file, and her feelings are laid bare.

Word Count: 2,175

Bonus Scene

Profanity/MATURE CONTENT Warning!

***Do NOT read if you are uncomfortable with sexual content!

I didn’t hear from Noah for two weeks. Two weeks. The only option was to assume she got caught and for some reason that left my stomach in knots. My one chance of getting Z’s file was obliterated, just like that, and it was killing me. Now I would have to find some other way to get to it, if there even was a way and this wasn’t just some hopeless fools errand. I think I might have to get Z involved, it might be the only way now, as much as it pains me to admit.

“Z?” I call out, stepping into the living room.

“Yeah?” He answers back, sticking his head out from the archway of the kitchen.

“I need to talk to you.”

Z moves out of the kitchen hesitantly. “This doesn’t sound like a good thing. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. Nothing like that, Z. It’s- it’s something I did. Something I need your help with.”

A frown replaces the unease on his face as he makes his way over to me, taking my hands in his. “What is it?”

“I--.” I get cut off by the abrupt ringing of my phone. Pulling it out of my pocket, completely prepared to silence it, or shut it off entirely, but the name lighting up the screen made me freeze. In that moment I forgot about Z’s presence, hurriedly answering the phone and pressing it to my ear. “Noah?”

“Thought I was dead didn’t you?” Her snarky tone came across the line.

“Yes, actually.” I murmur, looking up at Z’s face at the squeeze from his hands.

“I got the file. It took longer than I thought it would. I slipped into the mailbox of your apartment ten minutes ago. That’s it, the life debt has been repaid.”

I whisper into the phone. “Thank you.” The line went dead.

“Why was Noah calling you?” Z questioned, tilting his head.

“She-she was doing me a favor, I guess.”

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “So, um, what were you gonna tell me?”

“It can wait, there’s something I need to do now.” I say, slipping my hand from his and rushing out of the apartment.

The file had everything. Everything. Names, numbers, amounts, locations, how much of the debt has been paid off, how much is left, and every job Z has ever worked. It was a crazy amount now, that much was for sure, what with the interest rates being extremely high. The time it would take to gather the amount to cover this debt would be a while, especially if I didn’t want to draw any attention to us. I would need at least three weeks to accomplish this, and that infuriated me because I just wanted this over and done with.

For the past week and a half I barely left my room, only leaving to get food and energy drinks. And then I was right back at the computer, coding until my vision swam. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but finally getting this done. The relief it would be, how amazing to be free once again. For him at least, there was no way I’d be let go without a fight, they’d probably rather kill me first. This was the one thing I could do for him though, give him freedom from this life, the freedom to live how he wanted now.

I was about halfway through hacking into a very-well off businessman’s bank account- he wouldn’t miss a couple million dollars, not with how much he had stored away. When the door to my room burst open, revealing Z who looked quite frustrated about something. He stood there for a second, his eyes locked onto mine, and appeared quite domineering in the small doorway. Then he moved forward until he was right in front of where I sat, towering over me.

“I got a call from Noah.” He finally said after what felt like hours.

Panic rose in my chest, she wouldn’t tell him about what I’d asked her to do would she? As if he could sense my thoughts, Z laughed, nodding his head lightly.

“She asked me if that file had been able to help with my situation. I didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but then she kindly explained it to me.” Z turned, his feet carrying him across my room. He kept going like that, pacing in order to piece together his thoughts so he could form a coherent sentence. “You had her risk her life to get my damn file. Why? Why was it so important, Reina?”

I froze in my seat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Z this upset about something I’ve done before. “I-I needed the file, Z. Your file is practically your life, and she said you saved Jongup’s life and for that she owed you. A life for a life!” I cry out in a weak attempt at an explanation for my actions.

His head snapped towards me, and he stalked forward, his stare burning holes into my skull. “A life for a life? This isn’t 17th century B.C.E, normal people don’t live by those rules anymore! She could have died, Reina! Do you understand that?” Z shouted, the veins in his throat making an appearance and letting me know just how upset he was.

By this point I was getting frustrated, tears had welled up in my eyes due to this frustration. “I know what could have happened! I’m not an idiot, Z. But when it comes down to it, the question to me was who is more important? Some girl I don’t know, or the guy who saved my life? It’s a no-brainer! Not when the guy in that question makes me feel safe, and makes me feel happy for the first time I can remember in years! To me, your life was more important, can’t you see that?” Tears streamed down my face as I spoke, the internal dam I built keeping them at bay having broke at his crushing words.

Z froze, my words sending him into a stupor. “Wait, wait. What? Could you please repeat that?”

“Which part? The part where I said you make me feel safe and happy? Or the fact that I find your life is more important?”

The anger faded from his face, a small smile appearing. “That’s it. The part where I make you feel safe and happy. Really?”

I let out a short laugh, choking softly on my tears. “How many times will I have to repeat myself? Yes, you make me feel safe, and happier than I have been in years. You-it’s so stupid, but you’ve become my sense of security, and you make me feel at ease, comfortable. I trust you. God, I’m such an idiot for admitting this.”

I spin the chair around, not wanting to face him after baring my feelings like that. Hands on the back of the chair spun it back around to face him. His eyes were intense with some unknown emotion, it was a fire burning deep in them, seeming like it might jump out and swallow me whole. I kind of wanted that, for the fire in him to burn me up. What would it be like to be consumed like that? Would I cease to exist the second the fire’s put out? Or would I emerge a new person, a phoenix from the ashes?

Z reached down, pulling me to my feet. “I can’t believe you feel that way.” He breathed out. “Because, damn, you make me feel almost the exact same way. You made me realize that I am not who this life made me become, you help me with that every day. Just with a smile or your snippy comments. Fuck, you make me so happy.”

Without any warning his lips were pressed against mine the second he stopped talking. The kiss started slowly, a gentle pressure against my lips. Then it turned heated, his tongue slipping into my mouth to deepen the kiss, his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. A soft sigh escaped me when he finally broke from the kiss to take a breath, but he didn’t pause long, his lips went right to my neck not a few seconds later. My hands lifted up to thread through his hair, bringing his face back to mine. Our eyes met and I felt that connection I already had with him get stronger, pulling us closer together.

“Take your shirt off.” I whispered, a faint blush rising to my cheeks.

***

There was no hesitation from him as he yanked his shirt over his head, but then he smirked at me, giving me a heated look. I knew what he wanted- my shirt off as well. That was something I could do, the material slipped over my shoulders, leaving me in my bra and jeans. Then just like that we were once more attached at the mouth in a heated kiss. There was no real battle for dominance in this, just a sense of the two of us working in tandem. I was becoming impatient though, the fire boiling in my veins and pooling in my nether regions making me needy.

My hand slid down his torso, coming to rest on his crotch, giving it a quick rub to which he bucked his hips in response. With that simple action, everything seemed to fast forward. One minute we were standing there making out with our shirts off, and the next we were both stripped naked laying haphazardly on the bed. His hands were exploring my body, squeezing, pinching and caressing, while his mouth made its own exploration with licks and bites. Of course I was going through the exact same exploration process with him, I wanted to know what made him tick. No, I needed to know what made him tick.

With a particularly harsh pull of his erection, he let out a hiss, hips bucking up into my hand. “I need to know how far you want to take this… I don’t know how much more I can take.” Z grunted, his lips leaving my neck.

I released his cock, my hands coming up to cup his face, making him look at me. “I want you. All of you. Right now.”

All trepidation of this situation left him, and warmth filled my chest at his worry for me. Though that warmth soon disappeared as his fingers circled my clit, and one pumped inside me. A moan slipped from my throat at his ministrations. After the addition of a few more fingers, he determined I was ready. As he hovered over me, lining himself up with my wet heat, a look passed over his face. One that showed concern, happiness, and, I think, serenity. It was brief and quickly replaced once again by lust, but I knew what I’d seen.

I cried out at his first thrust, hands clutching his shoulders desperately, willing myself to adjust quickly. “Move.” I panted out after a minute passed of him keeping still as a statue. Just like that the spell was broken, and Z began fucking me in earnest. His hips snapping into mine, driving me deeper into the mattress. Breathless moans were all I could manage at this point, with my head tossed back on the pillows, eyes half-lidded as I kept my gaze locked on his face. An assortment of grunts, groans and curses left him as he sped up, pounding harder and deeper into me.

“F-Fuck! Right there!” I cry out as he hits my g-spot.

He continues to fuck into me, hitting that one spot just as I asked, causing my orgasm to come crashing down on me without warning. My body quivers and shakes, muscles clenching around him as he continued to buck into me, trying to find his release. It didn’t take long either, not with the added constriction of my orgasm urging him on. Z shifted over so he was lying next to me, the sounds of our heavy breathing being the only things to fill the silence.

My eyes shut instinctively as exhaustion washed over me. I hadn’t been taking proper care of myself recently, too focused on fixing Z’s situation. Sleep would be really good right now, and I had almost completely drifted off when I felt a cool, wet cloth on my body. I opened my eyes in irritation, upset that such beautiful sleep had been taken from me. But I couldn’t really be mad at him, he was just helping, trying to make me feel more comfortable.

“Come on, let’s go to sleep.” He murmured after he put the cloth back into my bathroom, crawling into bed beside me. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me to his chest, and I knew then, I would have no trouble staying asleep. I nuzzled my head into his chest, letting his warmth envelope me, and promptly fell asleep.

#b.a.p #b.a.p series #b.a.p mafia au #b.a.p junhong #b.a.p junhong series #b.a.p junhong fanfic #b.a.p zelo #b.a.p zelo series #b.a.p zelo fanfic #b.a.p fanfic #fanfic #series #mafia au

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movieexpert1978 · 7 years ago

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Chaos

@dizzyhead Story request: Alan from Carnage seduces a babysitter, but he's NOT a gross predator, and she's at least 18.

Just so everyone knows I never write underage sex so there is no gross predator stuff happening in any smut stories EVER!!! Elisa is in college and even though it’s not mentioned in this story she’s 24. :)

Alan from Carnage is not my character.

Alan sighed quietly as he watched Zach’s nanny gather her things. Elisa acted more like a tutor than a nanny as she was usually helping him with his homework by the time he got back from work. Nancy was in the process of moving out as she got a promotion. She was also moving out cause she handed him divorce papers. He was upset about it, but at the same time he knew it was a long time coming given how often Nancy complained about how busy he was. It was his job, he was a lawyer after all. He wasn’t going to fight or argue about it, but he would make sure to make time for Zach because he still loved his son very much.

“How’s work going?” Elisa asked.

“Fine, the usual. Someone screws up and wants a lawyer.” He grumbled making her laugh.

“It keeps you working though right?” She added and he only nodded.

“How’s school going?”

“Awful, I’ve got so much stuff to do.” She sighed. “It’s project after project and I’ve got this paper that has to be done by the end of semester. We’re at the halfway point, but it’s just…yuck.” She sighed.

“Is this your last sememter?”

“No, this is my last year though. I graduate in May.”

“Oh good for you.” He nodded. “Well if you ever need any help with anything, just let me know.” He added.

“Thanks Alan.” She smiled. They said their goodbyes and he closed the door, slumping across it another sigh.

“Stop it.” He hissed slapping his crotch.

Xxxxxxxxx

Alan was heading home when he got a phone call from Elisa.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Alan.” She answered, he noted she sounded nervous.

“Hello Elisa, is everything alright?” He asked.

“I was wondering if I could ask a favor?”

“Of course.”

“I know Zach won’t be home this weekend, but I was wondering if I could come over so I could do some of my homework?” She asked.

“Oh sure that’s fine.” He answered. It wasn’t a big deal, at least he hoped it wouldn’t be.

“Oh thank you so much. I just need a place of quiet for a few hours. I promise I won’t be long.” She said very thankful.

“Oh it’s alright. I went to law school. I know homework sucks.” He chuckled.

“Thanks Alan, I’ll be there tomorrow morning around eleven or so is that ok?”

“Oh yeah sure, I won’t be home so just use your key.”

“Ok thanks again so much Alan.”

“You’re very welcome Elisa.”

Saturday came around and Alan was working, but it didn’t take as long as he thought it would. He decided to get some lunch for him and Elisa before he returned to his apartment. He found her typing away with a bunch of papers spread across the coffee table with a water glass off to the sound.

“How’s the paper coming?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.

“This is a different one. I’m taking an online English course and we have to read these books and make posts about them on our class website. I did a whole bunch of reading today and I’ve been typing away ever since.” She explained.

“I got some lunch.” He said holding up the bag.

“Oh thanks Alan.” She said putting her computer aside and gathering her papers. Alan moved out of the way as she gathered herself up and held up an agenda. “Let’s see, that’s done, that’s done, thank god that’s done. Doing that right now.” She muttered to herself. She put the papers away and shoved some folders into her backpack to make room for Alan. He took suit jacket off and hung it up on a chair before he sat down. She made some last minute touches on her computer before she shut it and put it aside.

“Looks like you got a lot done.” He noted handed her the food.

“Yes I’m so happy. I’ll have Sunday all to myself.” She sighed before she started eating. “How’s the…divorce stuff going?” She asked cautiously.

“It’s hard, but smoothly I guess.” He shrugged. “It’s still a bit odd being home alone at times.” He shrugged.

“Sorry, I know divorces are messy. Mine spilt when I was eight, been bickering at each other ever since.” She shrugged.

“Oh that’s awful.” He said sympathetically.

“It is what it is I guess.” She shrugged again as she finished her food.

“Hungry much?” He teased.

“Sorry, I didn’t eat much today.” She blushed. Alan laughed and grabbed her water glass and refilled it for her. “Oh thanks.” She said taking it.

“Got any plans for the evening?” He asked.

“Oh, no not really. I’m boring.” She laughed.

“I don’t think you’re boring.” He insisted.

“Thank you Alan.” She blushed. She went to her computer and finished up her little post as Alan boldly sat down next to her and looked over her. He had his chance now. Things could either go well or go badly now. She finished her work, saved it and turned her computer off, unplugging it. When she turned around she froze when she saw that Alan was so close. “Uuuuhh…Alan…” She whispered nervously. He didn’t stop as he went in and kissed her. She didn’t push him back, but she surrendered into his embrace and the kiss deepened. She couldn’t believe how excited she was when he pulled away.

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?”

“Yes.”

They hurried over and started kissing all over again. They both knew it wasn’t love. It was a friends with benefits deal. It was a simple want and they both were ok with it. They kept kissing as they undressed each other, moaning and sighing as they were grinding against each other. Elisa had her shirt and bra off with Alan having his shirt off as his mouth went to her breasts. She sighed and ran her hands through his short hair as he kept kissing her skin. His hands went lower and worked on her jeans. She helped him tug them off before he started kissing her furiously again. She groaned breaking the kiss when his fingers started rubbing her under her panties.

“Alan-aahhhh!” She cried out when his fingers were inside her and moving. It had been with awhile for both of them, but Alan knew to be careful. With his fingers going he went lower and pulled her panties down a bit more. She gently tugged him away so she could take them off and his mouth was licking up all he could. She gasped and squirmed under him as his tongue worked wonders on her. “Ooooh…that’s….so good!” She groaned trying to get the words out. It made him work even hard with a grip on her hips. She was starting to whimper as he was bringing her closer and closer to the edge already. Oral was her favorite part of foreplay after all. His tongue kept moving and she kept squirming slightly. It didn’t take long before she cried out as he made her cum. Alan groaned as he licked up all he could before he pulled away. She sat up and looked at him as he started working on his belt. She scurried over to him and helped him undress. He groaned when Elisa took him into her mouth. She moved gently up and down his shaft using her tongue to get him even more excited. He pulled her away after a few moments and helped her back onto the bed with a kiss.

“Hey Alan?” She asked nervously.

“Hmmm?”

“Do you have a condom?” He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out one. He gave her a quick kiss before he tore it open and put it on. “Thank you.” She blushed.

“It’s no problem, I’m not a teenager trying to make excuses not to use one.” He smirked. She giggled as he leaned over her again and kissed her. She felt him tease her for a moment as she moaned into his mouth, before he thrusted inside her. She groaned as he kept still waiting for her to adjust. It took a little while, but she looked up at him and nodded for him to move. He started thrust and they both started to pant as their hands wondered over each other. “You should come by more often.” He sighed as he moved.

“As long as I…get my homework…done first.” She got out. He chuckled as he kissed and licked at her skin. She squeaked when Alan suddenly picked her up and held her into his lap. She gasped and buried her face into his shoulder as he kept thrusting. She whimpered as he hit the right spot over and over again. She sobbed as she had another orgasm, but Alan didn’t stop. He went faster and she was shaking hard as he added more pleasure. The bed was shaking slightly because of them, but neither one of them cared as they held each other. Alan was grunting hard now so close to his own release. Elisa kept running her hands up and down his chest and the extra touch felt lovely. She smiled up at him and managed to kiss his neck before he grunted as he came.

“Oooh shit.” He hissed, gritting his teeth. He slumped against her breathing hard and his skin hot and moist. When he recovered he gently kissed Elisa’s neck before getting up. He helped her clean up as he put his boxers back on. “You can stay for a while if you’d like. You know maybe take a nap, have some dinner.” He winked.

“A nap sounds lovely Alan.” She said crawling under the covers. He wrapped his arm around her as they laid down.

“You know…I’d never thought I’d seduce the babysitter.” He teased.

“Alan…you’re an asshole.” Elisa grumbled. He laughed as he pulled her in a little closer.

“Whatever.”

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kerie-prince · 8 years ago

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When Time Stops

(photo not mine)

A/N: Okay~ so probably not my best scenario. Sorry it took so long! I just finished my midterms and my brain is so tired and fried. Hope you like it!

PS: I actually don’t know how travel magazines work at all so sorry if this is really bad!

Yixing x Reader fluff (soulmate!au)

Summary: Soulmates bring a sweet, promising sound. But so does a promotion at work. Along the way, you’ll learn that just because you have a soulmate, doesn’t mean you’re bound to fall in love. And just because you’re soulmate doesn’t see you as theirs, doesn’t mean you’re wrong for each other. And that’s okay.

Word count: 2,684

Growing up, you always heard of stories about people meeting their soulmate. Something about time stopping for a moment when you’re face to face with them.

Your mother said that it never happened with your grandparents, but every time you visited them you’d see the look they’d give each other. It was still love. It made you wonder if the stories were even true considering how much your grandfather treated his wife as she truly was his soulmate, but your mother remembers the time she met your dad.

She was 20 years old working at the family restaurant and with her clumsiness, she slipped and was about to drop the tray of food. Locking eyes with your dad, being 18 at the time, everything froze but them. Even the food was in midair. They stared at each other for two minutes until she was startled by the sound of bowls clattering on the floor and yells from her parents from the kitchen.

“It was so funny; we smiled at each other and it was a surreal moment. I found my soulmate. But we never introduced each other. Not until I saw him again the next day. He came back.”

Currently, you were 24 and still haven’t had your experience. Was it possible that your soulmate was on the other side of town? Country? A completely different continent? The thought about it being an A-list celebrity crossed your mind but you laughed it off immediately after. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N.

—

Working at a travel magazine company as a reporter was something that describing it as ‘fun’ would be an understatement. You didn’t do it to see if you could meet your soulmate quicker; it was just an excuse to get paid to travel to places you always wanted to go. One day at work, your boss called you into her office. She was about to give you the best possible news you’ve been waiting for your whole career.

“I want you to go to Changsha and check out the branch there. If I hear good things from you, I’ll transfer you over.” You looked at her with wide eyes, stuttered noises before finally voicing, “Oh my god, thank you so much.”

“Hold on, it’s only if things are going smoothly. These past couple years, you’ve shown that you are a hard worker. I love having you here, but I don’t want to hold you back either. You leave next week.” You walked back to your desk still in pure shock. To be promoted was an amazing opportunity. And to go to a beautiful city in China on top of that.

—

“Do you have everything? I don’t want to drive halfway to the airport and you remember something,” your mother was nagging. You spent the entire day before packing and repacking your luggage. “Yes, ma, I have everything, now can we go? I don’t want to miss my flight.” Your sister was sitting in the kitchen with bread in her mouth and phone in her hand. She just waves ‘bye’ to you and grabs the pastry, “Maybe you can find your soulmate this time,” as she always did when you went traveling.

You scoffed, “Why can’t you say something different like ‘Oh bye unni, hope you do well! Be safe!’ What kind of sister are you?”

“Oh, stop it you two, you know she means well. Let’s go now,” you left with your mother pushing you out the door. In a few hours, you would begin your journey through Changsha and document everything plus snag the promotion you deserved.

And if you happen to meet your soulmate, you were going to make sure they aren’t going to get in the way… right?

—

It. Was. Breath. Taking.

Before landing, you looked through the window next to your seat and looked at the city view. It was more beautiful than the photos you looked up. Driving through the city in a cab was even more exciting. The bright lights in the night and people walking on the streets, it was such a site.

You hoped the magazine branch was doing well because you just had to stay and work here. You’ve been in Changsha for an hour and it was just… perfect.

In the morning, you’d start your first day in the journalism department and observing how things were being run. The building was just a four-minute-long walk, being right around the corner of the hotel. They mailed you all the details and profiles of the writers in the department a few days before your flight.

For the most part, everything looked clean and organized. But seeing them in action would be different. You just internally prayed to something that they operated as they seemed on paper. The building looked nicer than the one back home, so point one for the Changsha branch.

When you walked in there was a young man, almost mistaken for a teenager, standing in the middle of the lobby. He looked at you and started walking towards you. “Hello, I’m Kim Minseok. You must be Y/N, right?” You bowed in respect and confirmed his assumption. “Follow me, please.”

The ride up the elevator was silent not including the faint music playing. Minseok cleared his throat, “So have you read the information packet we sent you?”

“Ah, yes I did. I’m very excited to be working with you guys for a week. I hope that I can take care of you and you all look after me as well.” With a ding, you got to the journalism floor. It was much larger than your small office. Changsha branch, point two. “Over in this direction, these are our journalists. Some of them are gone as they’re writing up their travel experiences for the next issue.

On the opposite side, they are in control of choosing the best photos our travelers take and edit them to look brighter and such. And next to us are the editors’ offices. They’re just in charge of grammar and such, but our most important crew here. I’ll introduce you to the chief,” Minseok gave you a whole orientation of the department. Seeing the people busy typing up their reports and travel notes was relaxing.

Minseok walked you to a large office that belonged to the departments’ chief. “Sir, Miss Y/N is here to see you.” The office was very different to the rest of the building. Everyone had neat cubicles or working spaces. When you walked in, you even saw the cleanest coffee station you laid your eyes on. But the chief’s office… was messy to say the least. His desk was covered with packets of paper and folders everywhere.

He saw your face when looking up at whatever he was typing on his computer, “Oh-oh my god, I’m so sorry about this mess. I knew you were coming at this time, I should’ve cleaned,” he scatters himself to grab random pieces of paper and attempts to stuff it in any folder within reach.

You chuckled, “No, it’s fine. I’m Y/N, glad to be working with you momentarily.” The chief wiped his hands on his jeans and walked to you with a hand out, “I heard so much about you, I’m more excited to be working with you. I’m the journalism chief, Kim Junmyeon. I hope you send a good report. It’d be great to have you working here.”

Junmyeon showed you to the cubicle you’d be working in, which was great because it was large and spacious. “You might only be here a week, so I figured it’d be best if you were comfortable. I’ll have Minseok tell you the rest of the details about your time here. Thank you for coming.” Minseok stood behind you the whole time. He came to your sight and informed you that when you leave the office, there would be a company tour guide the chief assigned to you. “He’s really nice, and all the girls here like him. Now I’ll leave you to your work, so,” he bowed to you with a return from you and left.

It would be the first time you’ve ever had a tour guide show you around. Not that you were against it, you just preferred going about by yourself.

—

Around 7 pm, you had sent your department review to your chief back home. She emailed back almost immediately ‘Seems everything looks good so far. Keep up the good work, I have a good feeling about this.’ You grabbed your bags and texted the number Minseok gave you

Hello, is this the tour guide Junmyeon set up for me?

You sat patiently on the couches in the lobby.

Yes, I just got here. You can call me Yixing.

Your legs brought you up and wandered around trying to figure out which one of the people passing by you was Yixing. You saw a man with a delicate face that was undeniably beautiful. He looked slightly taller than you, you couldn’t tell really. He seemed to look for someone, maybe you? So you waved your hand to catch his attention. His eyes met yours and then it happened.

Everything you were ever told, all the stories you remembered. It was happening right now. To confirm your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you, you looked all around and saw people frozen. The huge clock above the elevators wouldn’t move for even a second. You found your soulmate.

You looked towards the man you looked at. But something was off. He wasn’t moving.

But that’s odd. Isn’t it that time stopped for the both of you? Shouldn’t only the two of you be able to move? Why was he standing like a mindless mannequin? You heard the slow ticking of the clock for seconds to finally come by. Slowly, things were moving again. But it still made no sense.

He was free from the frozen state and walked up to you like nothing happened. “Hi, are you Y/N? I’m Yixing.”

Yixing is your soulmate… but were you his?

—

You had to call your mother. Who else would have an answer? “So you saw the time stop?” She sounded excited. That was all going to come to an end. “It did, mom, but something weird happened. He was frozen too.” On the other side, there was no sound. “Mom? Are you still there?”

Your sister grabbed the phone, “You mean he was frozen, as in, he didn’t move or couldn’t move?”

“It looked like he couldn’t move. He didn’t even blink.” You were becoming more nervous as she asked you to specify. Sniffling was heard and your sister tried to hide her voice ‘Mom, please don’t cry.’

“What’s wrong, why is mom crying?” Your sister let out a big sigh. “Unni, you found your soulmate alright. But,” please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, please please please, “…but it seems you’re not his soulmate. I heard that it was a possibility but—” the phone dropped from your hand. She continued on explaining but you couldn’t hear it. You didn’t want to hear it. Twenty-four years of your life went by thinking about a happy life after finding your soulmate, but you weren’t his. Your mother cried because she felt sorry.

In reality, you basically have no soulmate.

The next few days went by slowly. Yixing was so nice to you as he showed you around the city. The office you worked in was perfect. Your chief said that you might get the promotion with how things were looking. The promotion you’ve been dreaming of since the first day you started working.

But I’m not his soulmate distracted you a lot when you were Yixing.

Currently, you were sitting at a table in the café he brought you to. You’d poke at your bread you ordered. “Is something wrong?” He asked you innocently. With a sullen smile, you brushed your fingers together to sway off bread crumbs. “I know this is a weird question, but do you believe in soulmates?”

Raising the coffee cup to his mouth, he nodded his head. “I know they’re real. Because I met mine.” It shattered your heart to hear that. He already met his soulmate. They’re probably happy together. “Is she nice? Everything you expected?”

“Oddly enough, he is just my best friend. It was weird. Somehow, he ended up with two soulmates. We met in elementary school, and when the time froze, he said that not only did he see me move, but some other girl move. I couldn’t see it, but I believed him. They’re actually getting married next week. He jokes around saying that if I was a little prettier, he would’ve picked me instead.”

So, his soulmate is a guy? Well… it does bring a new light to the ideas of soulmates. Thinking about it, soulmates don’t need to be in love. Yixing didn’t notice you thinking about your own things so he asked you, “Have you met your soulmate?”

You looked at him, stuttering. What do you say to that? ‘Yeah, actually you’re my soulmate but I’m not yours. Hahahaha funny, right?’ Yixing just stared at you in shock. “Umm… is there something wrong?” You turned your phone to mirror mode and checked your face, wiping off some crumbs from the edges of your lips and any lipstick stains that could be on your teeth. “Are you ready to go? I have to turn in a report to my chief tomorrow and start packing.”

“Y-yeah, let’s go.” He held the door open for you. Walk down the streets quietly, you looked at him, “Hey, are you okay?” With moments in registering the question, Yixing flashed his winning smile. Okay then.

—

You were at the airport with Minseok and Junmyeon as they were going to see you off. You had a pretty good feeling that you would come back to work with them. “I know that you’re coming back, so I’m not going to say ‘goodbye’.” You were slightly upset that you couldn’t see Yixing, but you were confident you were coming back.

“Y/N! Wait!” Right when you got in line, the man himself was seen running up to you. He was catching his breath, “you’re… coming back… right?” Coincidentally, you had a water bottle in your hand and gave it to him. Yixing didn’t hesitate and hurriedly chugged half of it. “I might, depending on what my boss says.”

“Good. Because…” Boy, was he tired. How long has he running? “Be-because I know that I’m your soulmate.”

“How do you—”

“You probably thought you were thinking to yourself the other day. But you said it quietly, but clearly. So when you come back, I want to get to know you better. Because even if you’re technically not mine, I don’t think that should matter. I actually… kind of like you.”

Nearby, you could hear ‘awws’ from Junmyeon and Minseok. They laughed and kept watching. On the over speakers, they announced the last call for people to board the plane. “I promise, I’ll come back, okay?” Yixing kissed your cheek and waved by to you.

I’m coming back.

And you did. You got the promotion without a question and flew back to Changsha within five months. The whole time, Yixing would call or video chat with you. And when you got back, he stood at the gate smiling brighter than usual.

—

“So, you’re mom’s soulmate… but she’s not yours?” your daughter asked again. On her birthdays, she always liked to hear about yours and Yixing’s “romantic” story about meeting each other. “Technically, yes. But I don’t love your mother any less. If I’m being honest, don’t you think Uncle Baekhyun is a little weird? To think that he was set to be my soulmate. Your mom’s cuter and more loveable.”

Your husband had your daughter on his lap, lightly bouncing her up and down on his leg. The life you’ve lived so far with Yixing was more than perfect. Just like your grandfather, Yixing looked at you the same way. That’s all that mattered.

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