#sometimes i get slightly embarrassed at the pt number but am i going to stop? no

[florida3exclamationpoints]

House MD + text posts pt. 27/?

[kuroos-moon]

「vi. Deal pt. 2」

warning/s: angst (just a lil bit)

a/note: for this smau, like my previous one, there will be numerous chapters wherein they aren’t text chains or necessarily smaus just like this chapter and the prologue. If that’s not to ur liking, or for any reason at all, pls feel free to tell me u wanna be removed from the taglist 🖤

He skeptically looks out through his window, and just like you had texted him a minute ago, there were no more reporters outside. Finally, he thought, not really expecting you to be telling the truth. Honestly, why do you mess with him so much? 

Also, he’s been wondering ever since your reunion if you deliberately went to the gym for him or if that was pure coincidence and you’re spontaneously messing up his life right now. The moment he opens his door, he’s adamant on avoiding you because he just knew the person you were now is adamant on driving him insane by doing things like popping out of nowhere to pester him. 

Speaking of which, what the hell are you doing in front of his doorstep? “Sakusa Kiyoomi!” You brightly smile, eyes lighting up at the very sight of him. “Nope.” He pulls the door close but you put a hand to stop him. He tugs on it, making you chuckle, but you stubbornly refuse to let him shut you out. 

“Get out.” He snaps. “I’m not even inside, Sakusa Kiyoomi.” 

Seriously? Saying his full name like that only ticks him off. “Don’t call me that.” He tugs harsher on his doorknob but you successfully grip the door with both hands now. 

“Shall I call you love then?” You tease despite finding it extremely hard to keep the door open. It may now have dawned on to him that this was pointless as he lets go, though he’ll never admit that he’s actually afraid of accidentally shutting the door on your fingers—he knows he easily could. 

“What do you want?” He sighs. “We need to talk.” 

“About what?” How you left me? How you had the audacity to walk back in my life like you didn’t trample all over me before? 

“Our relationship,” you grin. He chokes. “Our what now?” Laughter erupts from your throat, and it was bittersweet. You’re so carefree and mesmerizing—your eyes angelic and genuinely alight. But more than that, you’re ruthless and despicable, he knows that all too well. 

“Won’t you invite me in? It’s cold y’know,” you place your hands inside your pockets. “Then freeze,” he narrows his eyes. He absolutely hates you, here he was slightly worrying he’ll go soft and easy on you because one could never control the heart yet you so easily reminded him of why you were the bane to his existence.  

“Yup, figured walking in your home wasn’t gonna happen,” you mutter to yourself with a small smile. He hates it. Don’t act like you know him, because at some point you did, but you don’t deserve to have him etched in your memory. 

“Tell me what you want so we could get this over with.” 

“Right. Yes sir. Yes love,” you chuckle, not even minding that he remains unamused. “My manager has already arranged a live interview this afternoon.” 

“You should’ve started with that. So, you’re here to ask me what you should say?” He asks, unintentionally looking down on your hands you’ve rubbed together for friction. It was indeed cold, you brought this upon yourself though. 

“No, I’m here to make a deal with you. My statement for my interview later on depends on your response.” 

He rolls his eyes, leaning his shoulder on the doorframe because talking to you definitely tired him out; sucked his soul out of him. “And by this lovely deal, what exactly are you proposing? Not that you have a leverage over me now or anything.” 

You smile, stepping closer to him but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Instead, his feet remained planted to the ground, self-aware of how much his heart was racing right now and the only thing—albeit pathetic—he could do was glare at you. 

“Befriend me for a month, that’s it.” That didn’t sound half as bad compared to how devilish you’ve been these past few days. “Go on,” he mutters, stepping back and away from you. “You can’t block my number and you have to reply to my texts.” 

“Aren’t you ashamed of how pathetic and selfish you are right now?” He lowly says. You look up at him in surprise, there was faint hurt and vulnerability in his voice that wasn’t there before and you can’t help but feel guilty for it. 

“I like you, I don’t know why, I just do.” Pain visits him like an old friend. Casual, embracing, and mind-numbingly heartbreaking. You look up at his eyes and could tell right away the discomfort in them, but it wasn’t just discomfort, there was agony too���perhaps. You could never be too sure, you think, looking down on both your shoes. 

“I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on avoiding me, it felt like you hated me the first day we met, and I didn’t like the way you hated me for no apparent reason, much so because I happen to like you.” You’re rarely ever serious or this openly truthful with anyone other than your friends, it was only normal that it embarrassed you. But this didn’t feel exactly foreign either. It felt like he understood you somehow—your words and the thoughts you haven’t exactly expressed. 

“I hated you the first time we met?” He repeats and you look at him, surprised at the surreal softness in his voice. “When… was the first time we met, y/n?” 

That’s the first time he’s said your name. It made your cheeks flush warm and your eyes widen a fraction. This moment was temporary and fleeting, it was easy to see, because he certainly doesn’t call your name like that so naturally and so right—he certainly doesn’t look at you with the absence of resentment as he normally would. 

“Three days ago, outside your gym,” you respond unsurely. As if you’ve reminded him of something utterly annoying, he had closed off himself once more, his eyes unreadable and brooding as they stared back at you. 

“And this is why I hate you,” he chuckles humorlessly. You’re still pretending you didn’t know him, as if those years together were something you could so easily erase. “I don’t care what you say in that damned interview. Saying yes to that excessively self-centered deal of yours would lose me my self-respect, you know that.” 

He finally steps out the door, closing it behind him as he walks past you and all the way to his car. He hopes this would be the last time he sees you; he desperately hopes so. The last thing he needs is a repeat of the emotional wreck he’s been when he was at the lowest point of his life after you so selfishly left him behind.  

“Sakusa Kiyoomi!” You call off, and he stops in his tracks, clenching his teeth. You’re clearly overestimating his patience. “I don’t know how befriending me would lose you your self-respect. Hell, I am so irritated at you right now, hard-to-understand-breathtaking-stupid volleyball player!” You grit your teeth, he scoffs, finding your impudence unbelievably out of this world. 

He wanted to bring up your past, to shove it right in your face that you had no right to be angry with his hostility considering everything you’ve done. But he can’t, it’s foolish to bring up history you insist you’ve forgotten. “You better watch my interview later on.” 

“Oh?” He mockingly says, turning to look at you, “just what are you going to say?” He admits it is out of character for him to banter off with you like this, if you were someone else, he’s long gone inside his car. Maybe this was his way of saying goodbye to you for good, allowing himself to talk to you like this before moving forward with his life that’s anti-you. 

“I’m telling them we’re the bestest of friends but we might marry!” You stick your tongue out at him before running off, you don’t even notice him freeze up. His heart fell to his stomach, he unconsciously held in a breath. No, he didn’t just hold in a breath, it’s getting harder and harder for him to breathe. 

There it is again, his old, life-long friend. Crippling pain, anxiety, and resentment bundling up and turning into one heavy-ass anchor, pulling him deeper down than he’s been before. The stability he’s built and worked on by religiously avoiding you for years all went down the drain with those silly words of yours. 

Just what kind of ridicule or twisted teasing are you pulling off? 

“Wow, I’m surprised you guys put up with Oomi.” He hears your voice, lips tugging upward a little before he realizes what you had just said. Finally entering the gym, he sees you sitting in a circle along with his teammates. 

He narrows his eyes at the back of your head. You should be in your winter uniform by now, he bets you forgot. One thing he hated about being a year older than you is that he goes to a different school now that he’s in highschool while you’re still on your last year of middle school, you just can’t seem to take care of yourself enough. 

“Yup, Oomi’s really great, he’s the best, I guess that’s why you accept how cold he is sometimes huh,” you snicker, your enjoyment short-lived when you’re engulfed in a jacket and Sakusa’s scent. “Stop giving me backhanded compliments just because you think I’m not around,” he bitterly tells you though there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

“Oomi!” You rise up to your feet immediately and flung yourself at him. He catches you with no hesitation of course, guessing that you’re here again because you missed him. The rest of his teammates except Komori are surprised. 

“Sakusa-kun, didn’t know you had a middle school girlfriend.” 

“Ew, she’s not my girlfriend.” He bites back a smile though when you punch his shoulder. “What’s with the ew? Not that I like Oomi that much—he’s an ass,” you send him a pointed look, “but we’re the bestest of friends,” you grin. 

“And we might marry someday, right Oomi?” 

His face falls. “Can you not make me cringe like for a week or two, thanks.” 

You scowl, “oh, so what, you don’t wanna marry me?” At this point, he blushes, you’re always so blunt and shameless, you could at least tweak it down a bit. He only scoffs, walking past you to pick up a ball from the ground, “didn’t say anything like that.” 

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[jonah-aesthetic]

That One Pt.1 I Jonah Marais  

Jonah Marais X Reader / Ivette X Daniel Seavey 

Plot: Since high school Jonah had a thing for y/n but never thought it was time for them. Now in college after a failed dare Jonah can’t help but throw himself into her life.

Word count: 6.4K

Author’s Note: This is nowhere near to finish so I’ve decided put them into parts. It’s has a lot of best friend content. A few POC characters, links to photos, and not much Jonah as I wanted there to be. 

Rating: 16+ 

Part 2

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The city was bursting with life and colour outside your favourite coffee shop. Vehicles slowly worked through the downtown traffic, many people weaved through the crowed sidewalks. The smell of coffee beans and baked goods was one of your calming scents, like honey or lavender. 

Turning your head. The tall barista clad in a black shirt and a green apron made hos way to you. Holding your iced coffee and cookie in his hands, it was almost like you had a six sense for the beverage. You could feel the happiness start to spread to from your veins as if you could already taste it. You easy got bored on tastes if consumes often enough, but you know you could never get bored of this beverage. 

“One Iced coffee, and a gingerbread cookie.” The barista’s soft brown eyes reached yours as he set both items on the table. “Thank you,” you said clutching both forms of happiness in my grasp. “Can I get you anything?” His question towards your Hispanic best friend sitting across from you. Ivette politely shook her head. “No, one coffee was enough for me. Thank you.” At her response I started at my third coffee. 

“No problem, just give me a shout if you want another one.” you didn’t dare look at him, but you knew his eyes were on you as he said those words. “Don’t worry, she will. This one is a coffee whore.” the words were a playful attack. 

“Ivette!” you warned, 

“Those ones are a good flavour, aren’t they?” The barista, Trey as you read from his black name tag. Says before walking away.you threw a glare at her, “You know I’m studying for the up coming finals. asshole!” 

“Oh come on! It was the perfect time to tease your tense ass. You’ve had that nose of yours in that text book all week end.” She shrugs her shoulders like she did you a favour. 

“I know you don’t understand with that hefty trust fund of yours. But I can’t fail this, my entire future depends on it.” your voice soft when you explained it to her. 

Her dark eyes shifted from yours to the table, her features softening. Silence washed over her bright laughable personality and you could felt the guilt rise. “I-I’m-you could always ask for financial help, we’ve been friends since Kinder.” Her voice softer now, she knew your dad always struggled with his work for years now. Yet sometimes she forgot, it was easy for her. 

“I don’t wan’t to feel like a burden and you to feel like I’m only friends with you because of your family name.” 

“why would I? especially when you’ve only asked for iced coffee and you always paid me back. Not to mention you still wear that apple watch I got you three years ago.” Glancing down at the smart watch circling your left wrist with a clean white band. She was right, Ivette just got you the newest version on your last birthday. 

“This one holds valuable memories, like a relic.” 

Ivette laughs “I’m sure it does, dork.” 

Before you could say something you caught her eyes flick to something behind you. With a small twinkle in her eyes and a twitched of her lips you knew it was rather a somebody. “predator coming this way.” was all she whispered. 

His Cologne wafted over you as you sense a masculine presence loom over you. almost Alpha male like, straight out of a fucking wattpad book you read last night. Finally looking up, your breath caught in your throat. You knew the male who was already staring down at you, a wolfish grin set to you like you were his next prey, his next target. 

“Jonah” You acknowledged him, 

“Y/N? Is it?” his voice deep as he slides in next to Ivette, letting out a yelp as he pushed her with his hip aside. Folded hands setting on the table top, fingers decorated with a couple rings. A leather jacket cover his squared shoulders, silk button down underneath. one or two buttons undone, caramel chest exposed. Bright determined green eyes locked on you, light brown curls framed his face perfectly. 

“We have classes together.” The comment monotone. 

“Right how could I forget.” The smile sly, 

“You asked Marais, now continue.” Not a change in your tone as you stared back at him. Ivette choked out a cough and Jonah sent her an un-pleased glance. 

“Anyways, my boys put a bet down.” His eyes switched behind you, following his gaze you say all four of them watching intensely. Sipping coffee as if this was their only entertainment. 

“Not surprised.” you murmured under your breath, taking a sipping out of your coffee. Most of the sugar and cream washed out the original bitter taste of it. It was definitely an addiction, one you weren’t getting rid of soon as it calmed your nerves in the presence of him. 

“For your number. a little immature if I do say so myself.” This one knew how to play his games, you’ll give me that. But you weren’t naive, never had been. 

“No, thanks for the offer.” You voice condescending towards him. His expression slightly less predatory, You were getting to him.

“Interesting.” His eyes searching for any faltered emotion, 

“The only thing that’s interesting is that you think you’re worth my time.” His wolfish smirk faltered, shock showed with surprised eyebrows. 

“You don’t think I am?” His voice didn’t change. 

“The only reason you interrupted us was because your little boys over there, dared you to get my number. But Knowing your reputation, that’s a waste of my time. Now will you excuse us we should be heading back.” Your voice sharp as you jabbed at him with each word. 

“Damn your bite is brutal.”  Jonah was amazed at the dish you served him. 

“Only to the ones who deserve it.” 

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” He winked , watching him get up you spoke again. “Oh and tell Jack I want his number.” You didn’t want it but you knew that would get under his skin. he only answered his a vicious glare and a growl. 

Your eyes flicked back to Ivette, a proud smile upon her red lips. “That’s my girl, but dang that one is hot as hell. I would’ve caved, even if it’s just a quick fuck.” You laughed, she wasn’t entirely wrong.

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Your focus set on the lecture in front of you, taking in all the information your professor was giving you. Tapping in notes on your beloved laptop, another gift from Ivette. Another one you had tried giving back multiple times, yet she had avoid you like the damn plague. Only making you fall into current and take yet another generous gift  

Advanced English was one of your top classes, you’d let yourself lack every now and again. Not for too long but a big enough break to let yourself relax and light a candle. 

The creaking sound boomed through the room as someone pushed open the door. Mr. Delton was use to the average late comer, not giving his attention as he taught the lecture in depth details on the subject at hand. 

focus. focus.

Yet your eye caught a glimpse of milk chocolate curls, bouncing as he half jogged up the steps, light shift inside them making them lighter. He held his jet black mac book and an English text book in his arm. Wearing a white t-shirt rolled up at the sleeves a few inches. Revealing all the ink that scattered across his skin. Black jeans and browning converse at his feet. He was perfect save the acceptation of a purple bruise blossoming on his cheek right below his eye. And a red split through his bottom lip, Both going to get worse as the week continued. 

Bruises that hadn’t been before. 

Staring for a little too long he felt your prying eyes, his wolfish green eyes connected with yours. a flash of a smirk, you swore you saw him tear his cut before you forced your attention back on Mr. Delton. 

You heard his every step from behind you, coming closer and closer. Now right behind you, hearing him take a seat. Dread entered your blood stream and you wished your heart to stop thumbing so fucking loud. Feeling embarrassed as if the student next to you could hear it. 

a small hum from your phone arouse, you debated on it. The hovering presence of Jonah lurked stronger, yet you still fished it out. 

Trey:Hey! was wondering if you wanted to get coffee after class?

Trey the barista from the cafe, the image of him popped into your mind. Dark chestnut skin, a beautiful contrast against your own skin tone. Mahogany coils framed his face, chocolate brown eyes. And those god blessed features.��

You remembered how abruptly he stopped you as you and Ivette started for the exit. Giggling as he walked straight into a table and shattered a coffee mug in the process. He asked for your number, with a pink blush upon his cheeks. Genuinely surprised at the offer you gave it too him while you gave Jonah a glance. Green eyes threatening. 

“The barista boy?” his breath fanning against your neck, making goosebumps rises and a shiver run down your spine. You’ve forgotten about that one with the slight distraction of Trey. Your phone slipped from your finger tips as you let out a loud yelp. Mr. Delton halts his lecture and the thud of your phone echos through the entire lecture hall. 

Embarrassment flows through you again, sinking into your chair as every single person glares down at you. Swallowing hard as you felt your throat began to tighten. You knew you looked like a deer in headlight. 

“She’s not feeling good, I told you to stay in your dorm today, Babe.” His voice loud enough for others to pry in. Bound to talk about you and Jonah later on, torturous gossip. you could already here it. You’d bite back and decline his words if you weren’t for this unfortunate situation. 

Jumping over the chairs he helps you gather your things ushering you out. Everything in his arms both your belongings and his. You were beyond grateful that lecture was the reaching the end. As soon as the heavy door clicked your spun towards him, “What. The. Fuck!” Anger rippled from you in waves. 

“What no thank you Jonah for saving me from embarrassment?” His tone mocking towards you, God! you swore you could slap that dumb smirking of his fucking face. Adding to his bruising face, he deserved it. 

“You are so infuriating!” You yell, feeling it vibrate harshly against your throat. 

“What can I say. I like playing with my food.” Fuck those green eyes. Fuck that stupid smirk. 

“Fuck you!” was all you managed to say as if you could feel the stream burning off you. whirling away from him you continued down the wide hall of the university. If you stared at his taunting expression any longer you’d hit him. 

“Come on! I’m not that bad.” Fake pouting like a child. Remembering he had a hold on your notes. You sighed whirling back around, heading back for him. Glaring Jonah down as you dragged the fire behind you, not a flicker in his demeanour. You swore his smirk grew as if he found amusement in your anger. 

“You are, not to mention you put a target on my back. So thanks.” You say with a humorous smile on your lips. head slightly tilting as he furrowed his eyebrows, perplexed. You rolled your eyes at him, “You called me ‘babe’ as if we’re together..” you mimicking the motion of puking your breakfast out. He shook his head and chuckles. “..And if you haven’t notice you’re Jonah Marais, girls fall at your feet. Now they’re be slicing my head off.” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Yet you don’t” His eyes trailing from you head to toe trying to read your body language. The anger stopped abruptly as if his words were like a bucket of water. 

“You’re hot..” His green eyes darken at the confession, his teeth biting his bottom lip. “.. but you treat girls like conquests and you just a waste of my time, Jonah.”  Dark green becoming dull green, He watched as you reached from your laptop, supplies, and phone. Letting them slip from his grip as they fall into yours. 

“If that’s what you think,” Were wrong about him? Or was he trying to bait you? Honesty with the genuine expression you didn’t know what you believed now. 

“Bye, Jonah.” You say softly before leaving him there,

“I’ll see you around, babe.” Taunting again,

“Fuck you.”  You raise your left are and flip him off, 

“Only if you want too.” You roll your eyes at his response. 

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With the pass few days your mind was drowning in piles of work. Still studying for those finals, they were coming faster then you had the time for. You were comfortable with the the amount of information cramped inside. Yet you still felt the need to be confident with the facts, as if you could teach the damn course yourself. There was no time for mistakes, not now.  

Jonah Marais 

There you were in the quad, sitting at a table far from everyone else. textbooks and random pages with notes on them splayed over the top. Not an inch on blue table insight. Phone on air plane mode as you listened to your trusted early 2000s playlist. vaguely bopping your head to the beat of the songs, mouthing the words, your foot tapping the cement. 

Jack nudged Jonah with a tatted elbow, head whipped down to him. a noticeable scowl written on his face, not too happy to have his thought wonder from you. “What do you think shes listening to?” Words catching in his throat as he coughed “Who are you talking about?” 

“The girl you’ve been staring at for the last ten minutes, I’m kinda shocked she hasn't felt you stalking her.” Jack’s brown eyes gleamed honey in the sunlight, a joking smirk upon his lips as he watched Jonah stutter, “I-I wasn’t.” He tried sounding convincing, but the taunting look on his best friend’s face told him otherwise. 

“I’ve never seen a girl get under his skin the way Y/L/N does,” Daniel pipes in taking a seat in the grass with his beloved guitar. 

“I’ve never seen him get humiliated like that. Was a treat watching you get rejected in a cafe.” Little Zach chimed in, cackling like a hyena. 

“Enough!” Jonah barked out, turning a few prying eyes.

“Awe is Jonah getting mad that we’re teasing him about the girl he’s been pining after of years? Poor thing.” Corbyn’s voice is very condescending towards him. Sending All the guys into a full blown laughing fit. Jonah only glared at his band mates, of course they knew about y/n. The only girl who has never fell at his feet.

They went to high school together, never colliding groups through the years. Back then Jonah had every girl he wanted. Until one day in junior year he saw her, Actually saw her. At the time he didn’t know your name, she wasn’t one who cheered at band gigs. Wasn’t one to catch him in the halls and ask if he had any plans for the night. Jonah would remember a face like that, trust me. 

He admired you through the art room’s door, open ajar. An old paint brush in your hand, chipping black paint on the handle of it, years of use wearing down on it. A palette of colours resting in your other as your focus was deeply upon the canvas. A lion roaring with immense detail laid upon it. Anyone looking at it could tell that lion wasn’t roaring out of fear or grief, but pride. The roar of the king, he was memorised by how in depth her detailing was. 

Sliding through the door like a mouse, his attention went to the board. Spirit animal was written for this weeks assignment. Jonah was intrigued by you and your spirit animal. You had to think of yourself as a lion for a reason and he wanted to find it.That lion. 

Glancing towards you he drank you in, from your soft hair to your wore in vans. Lost in the painting, you never felt his hovering presence. Taking a step towards you he halting, this wasn’t the time for her. he could feel himself saying deep down. She’s a lion, you’re not ready for her not yet. With that he slipped back out into the hallway. 

He started noticing her more as if she was a ghost before spotting the lion. Never talking to her but watching from afar. 

“Let’s rehearse, that’s what we came her for.” Jack says, Jonah felt relieved at that taking his seat in the grass. He was playing a dangerous game with his heart. Jonah knew that but he wanted her, but he didn't know how to make y/n his. A struggle he wasn’t familiar with, she was something else entirely. 

“Let’s start with Lotus In.” Daniel says, starting with one of their newer songs. Attention on the guitar in his lap he began, fingers dancing with strings like they belonged there. Jack took in a breath before letting the lyrics flow from his lips. 

Y/N

Jonah glanced over towards to you again, wondering when Ivette and her pack of Richies swarmed you. A ghost of a smile on your lips as you continued your conversation with her. 

“Tell me you’re coming to the party this weekend.” Ivette’s voice drowning in sugar, knowing  there was a high chance you were going to decline. “I just have a lot of things to do, like study and cram in some sleep.” You whined at her as if you were a injured puppy. 

“Come on girl! you’ve been studying your soul away.” Julie, one of Ivette’s friends spoke up. Her voice soft as silk when talking to you like you were some seven year old. you fought the urge to roll your eyes an sigh at her, all of Ivette’s more fortunate friend treated you in this manner. You never brought it up because you knew she loved the company of them. 

“There’s this dress in my closet I don’t wear anyone, it’s last season.” Julie offers, Irritating boils in your blood as you saw the pity ooze out of her like you were some charity case. 

“ I was thinking about going shopping for one instead.” The words spill out of your mouth before you could think. You didn’t have the money to splurge on a dress at the moment. But you felt the need to prove yourself to her, to prove you were one of them. One who could spent a grand or two in a day without trouble. But you Weren’t one of them. 

“I got you a gift, Actually.”  Ivette cuts through the conversation like a knife. Placing a chunky box atop the table over your textbooks and notes. You look at her seeing a knowing glint in her eyes, she knew. She knew that you struggled in her world with her parents and her friends. 

“You didn’t have to.” You say to her, 

“Stop being so modest, open it.” Julie urges you, it took everything in you to not reach over the table and smack her. Engaging in a conversation with her was like talking to a chihuahua. A Beverly Hills Chihuahua. 

A small reassurance from Ivette you began to remove the lid of the black box. Revealing crisp white tissue paper, spotting a vague green colour underneath. Picking various pieces out your eyes gazed upon a gorgeous forest green silk dress. Grasping it in your fingers you were mesmerised by it, lifting it up you saw it in all it’s glory.  

“Wow, I think I’m in love with it.” You spoke, 

“Me too, where did you get it?” Julie pipes in, gazing at the dress as if it was hers.  It was a split between casual and formal, short and body-con-like. an open back with the straps criss crossing over and tying in the front. 

“You wouldn’t of heard of it, it’s main stream.” Was all Ivette said watching you adore the dress in your hands, 

“Are you coming to the party now?” Julie’s voice still sickly sweet, 

“With a gift like this? yes absolutely.” A smirk etched onto your lips still in love with the dress. Ivette scanned Julie’s expression an noticeable sneer reaching towards you. She tried covering it with a grim smile, attempting to keep the jealousy at bay.  

“Jonah is going to love that dress.” Ivette squeals, you drop it at the mention of his name. You praised to the gods you kept your emotions in check. Wanting to play along with Ivette and her game with Julie, “I’m sure he will. It’ll match his eyes perfectly.” you chime in finally, glancing over at Julie who could no longer keep her expressions at bay. 

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Ivette began to slid the key into her door. Click. Turning the knob she opened the door revealing her generous apartment. Guiding you in, your hands holding the box that contained the dress she gifted you. A life saver against Julie and her lifestyle. 

She throw her keys on the counter and they landed on the floor with a clang. “I saw the way Julie got under your skin, you had this uncomfortable look settle in your face.” Ivette says, jumping onto her couch with an exaggerated sigh. Taking it in like she hasn’t been there in five whole days. 

“I’m-it’s just Julie talks to me like I’m some little kid, or your younger sister.” I say sitting on her wooden coffee to face her, connecting eyes she looks lost. Like you said your dog ran away. You don’t have a dog. 

“Where’s all this coming from?” Propping herself on her elbow, concern etching her features. You shrug looking away at your feet, “Forget it, um. Where did you actually get the dress?” You ask not ready to say what you wanted to, knowing Ivette she’d run to the ends of the earth for you. God knows what she’d do to Julie and Julie was her friend. 

“Okay, we’ll set it aside.Talk about it late.” Her voice soft and calming. you were grateful for her understanding, she never pushed and waited till you were ready. 

Looking at her with gratitude, reaching her hand for yours she squeezed. Comforting warm pressure against your skin. Growing up with no siblings and only having Ivette as your best friend almost felt like having a sister. 

“It’s thrifted fifteen dollars,” Ivette beams, 

“Okay I’ll take it.” You say in return, 

“I know how you hate my expensive gifts. Even though I’ve been giving them for years. I love gifting them to you because you appreciate everything I give you, you even try to give them back.” Ivette lets a giggle slip past her lips, 

You hug her, arms wrapping around her neck like your life depended on it. Instantly she did the same taking you into her embrace. “I Just don’t want to feel like a burden.” You whisper into her shoulder, 

“You’re not and you’ll never be, You’re my best friend.” She hugs you tighter to her body.

“I love you Ivette.” A warm smile spreads across your lips, 

“I love you too, now lets get you into that dress before you make me cry.” Her voice strained knowing she felt the same, “Okay.” You say before both of you started giggling. 

Letting go you hopped off the couch grasping the box in your hands. “I’m really grateful for the dress.” You say looking down at her, smiles reaching your ears. 

���Stop, just stop. Go put on the dress and I’ll pick out a pair of heels.” She shushes your constant, pushing you towards her bathroom. 

The dress was gorgeous by itself, but on you it was phenomenal. Silky green fabric pooling around your upper thighs, hugging your body in all the right places.The lacing in the back was complicated but you eventually got the hang of it. Tying it in the front, at least that’s how you thought it was suppose to go. If it wasn’t it still managed to look better this way. 

Walking out of the bathroom you heard an intake of breath. “God that dress is a girls dream.” Ivette beamed at you with the brightest smile. Feeling a blush creep up your neck you spotted a pair of heels in her hand. As well as a gold necklace dangle between her finger tips. 

“I’m in love with it.” You admit with a dreamy sigh.

“Jonah will love it as well.” She teases, handing me the shoes and a few pieces of jewellery. Grasping them you sigh, “Can you just let that go, it happened almost a week ago. Plus I asked Trey to meet me at the party.”  You inform her, taking a seat on her bed and began to fasten the heels’ strap onto your ankle.

The heels were black and velvet with a chunky heel, barely having any foot coverage. Only having a thick band over your black toe nails and a strap around your ankle. You didn’t dare ask where they were from in risk of giving them back. You were working on that right now. 

“The hot barista with Delicious chocolate skin?” Ivette basically melted speaking about him, letting out a giggle you nodded. “God you’re so lucky, he’s fine as fuck.” 

“I know I saw him,” you said pride embedded in my tone, collecting the dainty butterfly necklace in my hands. Struggling to get in to clasp, a few tries before I got it. Matching dangle gold earrings, which were easy enough to not mess up. 

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Ivette’s car was wrapped in rose gold crome and was apparently a bitch to keep crisp and clean. Pulling open the passenger’s door you slid in, wasn't too long before the vehicle roar to life. Music pounding into your back with the windows rolled down. This was a party not a wedding so you both never bothered with intense makeup, leaving your hair like it was. 

“I told Julie we weren’t going cause you came down with the chicken pox.” Ivette said turning the music down, you whipped your head towards her. “You do realised we just saw her less then five hours ago right?” A laugh vibrates in your throat. 

“She fucked with my best friend, you think I’m just going to stand by? Absolutely not!”  

“She’ll be there.” I stated looking at her, raven black hair tangling in her silver hoops. A devious smirk spreads on her red lips, “Oh I know,” You shake your head and roll your eyes playfully at her. She only laughs in response. 

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The stench of alcohol, nicotine and sweat has entered your nose almost making you sneeze. Party in full swing, music so loud you swore you saw the floor boards lift up. Taking a step back you thought of hailing a cab and studying for the night. Hand grabbing your arm, you look to Ivette. “It’s time you enjoy yourself, those books aren’t going anywhere.” She speaks into your ear making sure you heard every word. You sigh in defeat she was right, you let her drag you into the night you will definitely regret.

Dragging you through sweaty an intoxicated people, mustering up apologies along the way. Reaching one colossal of a kitchen, a massive house like this was mostly definitely a fraternity house. There was always this pristine a polished look of them, but this one was familiar. One you’ve been to many times before for weekend parties. 

It belonged to Jonah’s band, they liked to call themselves Why Don’t We. As in why don’t we just start a band, you’ve heard the story many times. Ivette had an on and off relationship with their drummer Daniel Seavey.  You had nothing against him, Daniel was a rare stallion with the heart of a golden retriever. Ivette was always the one to pull away from him scared of giving her entire self to him. He was a drummer after all. 

“Babes what beverage is to your calling tonight?” Her voice soft against the shell of your ear. Glancing at the island prepared with every alcoholic drink you could think of. “Surprise me.” You respond with a soft smile on your lips, “The moment I’ve waiting for.” She teases separating from you to craft your drinks. Giving you the prefect opportunity to check if you received a text from Trey. 

You hadn’t. 

Anxiety starting to arise, where was he? 

“Where’s your boy at?” Ivette brushed into you holding that playfulness towards you. Shrugging you shoved your phone into your dainty purse, “I don’t think he’s coming.” voice crumbling, well you didn’t know for sure if he was coming or not. But it was well over an hour when you were suppose to meet. And there was not a single message from him. 

“Here mama drink up.” Ivette places a lime green cup into your hand, the colour coding for single. Tapping cups together in a cheers she counted down “1..2...10″ you rolled my eyes as Ivette skipped eight full numbers. Pulling the pink cup to her lips, taken. Which usually meant she was talking to Daniel again. She chugged the contents. 

You followed, it was bitter. Burning along your throat as you gulped every last drop of it. The percentage was most likely 60 vodka and 40 coca cola. Your alcohol tolerance wasn’t weak but it definitely wasn't strong either. Taking the cup from your lips you coughed. “How was it?” Ivette asks with hopeful puppy dog eyes. You shook your head at her, “I’m never letting you pick again.” 

“Perfect! now it’s time to dance.”

You barely had time to put the plastic cup down, before she was yanking you to the massive den. Into the heart of the party where the music was the loudest and most of the people had been. Cluttering together as if there wasn’t enough space for everyone. 

Your mindset switched as soon you had a taste of the liquor, enjoying every moment as if you did this often. Hand in hand with Ivette as you danced together, bodies close together Feeling the music flow through you as if it was in your blood. Singing the lyrics of an older 2000s song that you knew like the back of your hand. 

Jonah Marais

Music vibrated the walls almost shaking the frames off. Jonah leaned against the railing on the upper level of the house. Having full view of y/n tangled in Ivette Daniel’s girl. Sweat gleamed over her chest as red, blue, purple. yellow, and green lights flashed throughout the house. A blissful smile on her lips and hair plastering her skin. Unquestionably intoxicated by the alcohol she was given. He rarely got to see her like this and began to enjoy the sight of such a gorgeous girl. 

Feeling the presence of a feminine shadow he never took his eye off her. Pressing into him he sighed looking at her, hazel eyes sizing him up. “Hey Jo.” She purred, “Jasmine.” He greeted her in a bored tone she never detected. 

Jasmine was one of the many girls he got lost in through his time here. Jonah knew her body as if he saw it every day. He knew what pleased her and what didn’t, her save words and breaking points. But he didn’t know Jasmine not the way he wanted to know y/n. All Jonah knew was her body and he was getting bored of it. 

“You said you’d be mine for the night.” He voice seductive and slightly pleading, 

“I say a lot of things.” Tone still bored hoping to brush her off. 

“Yes you do.” She hums and begins to press her body into his, feeling every curve of her. Breasts, stomach, hips, and the pulse of her core. Didn’t take too long before her kiss reached his neck. Soft and slow thinking this would release the beast within. Hold her against the wall, bodies pressed together. Instead Jonah shivered in disgust as her hands reached for his belt teasingly. 

“Jasmine, this is a party not your sex chamber.” Daniel’s voice dripping in authority causing her pull away as if Jonah burned her. Relieve washed over him, eyes still on y/n as she grinds against Ivette. Her hands firmly holding her waist, acrylic nails embedded in the green dress. He began to wonder what that view would look like on him instead. 

“Cock block often?” Jasmine scowled at Daniel, 

“Think of it more as a rescue.” Daniel’s voice plain also bored with the girl in front of him. 

“It’s okay to be jealous.” Jasmine purrs again. Can this chick take a hint? Or do I have to form words to make her leave? 

“Not tonight, if you’ll excuse us we have some band issues to discuss.”  It was a quick excuse to get rid of her. It worked as she said a quick bye to Jonah who ignored Jasmine. Hearing her storm down the hall in her heels that clicked behind her. 

“I have no idea why you keep that one around.” Daniel sighs taking the abandoned spot beside Jonah. Elbow leaning against the banister supporting the rest of his body. “I don’t, she crawls back like a wounded deer.” Jonah replies not caring the way he talked about her. 

“Yet here you are still fucking her.” Daniel bites at him not liking the way Jonah drowned himself when things got hard. 

“On occasion.” 

“That’s even worse,”

Jonah looked at his drummer, between the twinkle in his icy blue eyes and Ivette’s blush pink cup. He knew they were talking again, she had this effect on him that no other girl did. “I have a plan and I need your help.” I devious smirk plays onto Jonah’s lips.  

Y/N

Your skin glistening with sweat, the adrenaline in your veins overlapping the pain in the core of your feet. Friction of the straps began to form open wounds, yet you didn’t notice in the bliss of the night. Smiling like an idiot as your body danced with Ivette’s, your best friend. 

“We should take a break.” Her voice strained, 

You nod, not wanting to sound like a dying cat with your sore throat. 

“Okay good, because i’m exhausted, I don’t know how you do it!” She shouts taking your hand in hers, guiding you away from the crowed bunch. 

“The alcohol seeping through my bloodstream.” Your tone in a duh manner like it was the most obvious thing in the worlds. Feeling the way the liquor took effect on your mindset, little hazy yet blissful and happy. 

“Lets get some water in you. okay?” Ivette’s voice holding concern, brushing your hair back like an older sister. “Yes mom.” you sigh sarcastically, with that both of you are off to the kitchen. 

Littering with a couple people not as much as the den. Talking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company. Making the memories they’ll have keep until they don’t want to. 

Again Ivette hands you a lime green cup, but this time the substance in side wasn’t brown. But transparent with no wrenched stench this time, water.  “Drink up, babes.” Ivette says, bringing her own pink cup to her lips. Hers contain the fizz sound of her favourite pop, Root Beer. 

“What would I do without you?” You ask feeling the adrenaline fade from your body. The feeling of complete blissful ecstasy drain to a more content happiness.

“You’d most def--” 

“Ivette.” Her name rolled off his tongue like a purr, like it was meant for his lips. Cutting or conversation quick she whirled around at the sound of his voice. Her breath shuttering at the sight of him. 

Daniel stood in from of her in all his proud glory, his blue eyes fixed on her and only her. They smiled at one another, his cupid’s bow extending. “Daniel.” She acknowledged him. Glancing at me she widened her eyes for quick second trying to keep herself together. Blue eyes shifting he tilted his head at you, “Hope you were having a good time.” 

“I was, thank you Daniel.” you say to him before finally taking a sip of your water. Cold sliding down your throat the perfect refreshment after the hour in the den.

“Always, y/n.” his voice smooth as he averts his attention back on Ivette. “Got time to spare me a dance?” Daniel extends his hand towards her, waiting for the acceptation.

 “Sorry, Daniel but I’m y/n’s ride.” Both flicked to you at the excuse she put on the table. You gave he a tight lipped smile not saying a word but you knew she got the message you wanted to get across. 

“I know that’s why I have Jonah, he’ll drive y/n when she’s ready.” Daniel threw a thumb behind him. Looking past Daniel you spotted him, Jonah leaned against the counter across the kitchen. Wolfish grin on his lips as he was sipping out of a lime green cup. It couldn’t of been Corbyn could it? No, cause that would be to much to ask for. 

Connecting eyes with Ivette, you saw pleased in the browns of her eyes. Not for you to let Daniel take her but to say you didn’t feel comfortable with Jonah. You remembered the times she was completely and utterly happy with him. Saying that he was it, he was home. He was this amazing person for her but she was fucking scared. 

You mentally apologised to her before saying anything, “She’s yours, I’ll be fine. Daniel trusts him, I trust him.” You forced the words to sound normal for his sake. Deep down you wanted to puke for saying those words, but it was for Ivette. “He’s a good person, he’ll get you home in one piece.” Daniel says before whisking your best friend from sight. 

“I’ll get you back of this.” You swore you heard Ivette seethe, nonetheless you smiled after them. Wasn’t too long before you felt his presence loom behind you. Great here we go, it was a risk worth taking at least that’s what you told yourself. 

“Hey, Babe.” 

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Reload pt.2

Route B

Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Flirting, fluff, referencing sexual actions. Pretty much making shiggy all blushy.

A/N: I have no regrets making this part.

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“(Y/N)! Were you even listening?” You turn your head back to your friend in embarrassment. Muttering sorry before turning your head back to look at the man in the store.

You were eating at a food court with your best friends when you saw that him. He was in a game stop looking at the new releases. You had gotten a good look at his face once or twice and now your mind was always wandering back to him.

He had baby blue hair that hung over his face so that you couldn't see it. He wore black clothing. Black jeans and a black hoodie that also covered his face.

“(Y/N) if you like that dude so much why don’t you go over there and talk to him?” One of your friends teased, you immediately to this as a challenge. You sat up from your spot at the food court and made your way over to the game stop to talk to the boy.

On your way there you confidence slowly decreased as you felt nervous to ask him to hang out. Once you finally got to the doors you made your way over to the hooded figure. You took a deep breathe and lightly tapped his shoulder. You could feel his muscles tense up.

“Um hey, i was wondering if you maybe wanna hang out sometime?” You choked out. Your face flushed from embarrassment. He turned around and looked at you. You felt the aura around you shift into gut retching fear.

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“Can i help you?” He said in an aggressive tone. Making you shiver slightly.

“Oh i just wanted to know if you wanted to go out on a date sometime, i saw you from the food court and i thought you looked cute...” You confessed as you felt you face flush as you looked at the blue haired man. 

“R-really?” He said in a shaky tone. You looked at him a bit and saw his face was just as red as you were.

“Yeah! Oh by the way my names (y/n)! What’s yours?” You said cheerfully, trying to hide your blush.

“Shi-...Shiggy.” He stopped himself.

“That’s such a cute name! Well Shiggy, do you wanna finish looking at your games? I hope you can find a two player one so we can play together.” You save him a sly smirk, Seeing as he was a blushing mess right now.

“You play?” He said surprised.

“Yeah i play games, and I’ll play with you if you want me to.” You said winking at him, making him squeak. You look up and down his body making it obvious that you were checking him out.

“Stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what? I’m not doing anything.” You said as a smug smirk hung on your face, while Shiggy’s was bright red.

“Looking at me like you want to eat me!” He said huffing turning around to hide his tomato like face.

“Maybe i do wanna taste.” You replied in his ear, as you brought your hands to his back, pushing them up. You felt him shiver under your touch. You grin evilly as you place your head on his shoulder.

“I-I don’t think t-this normally happens w-when you meet new p-people.” He stuttered as you brought your hands to wrap around his waist.

“Well what is normal when your making Japan’s most notorious villain blush?” You felt him tense in your hold. His head turning back to look at you.

“You know who i am?” He said trying not to show his anger.

“Of course, i recognize a cute boy when i see one.” You looked at him before kitten licking his neck, earning a little yelp from him.

“You know your not that scary, especially when i can make you yelp like that.” You smirk.

“I-I should kill you! Y-You could g-give me away!” He whispered yelled at you trying to stop the blood from rushing to his cheeks. Putting on his best anger face.

“But would you really kill someone who’s got you so pent up and bothered?” You said before grabbing the waist band of his pants before letting to go to snap back against his pelvis. Making him jump and let out a tiny whimper.

You get off him before going up to the front desk to ask for a pen, they give you when and you walk back to the mess of a man.

“Give me your arm.”

“What?” 

“Give me your arm or im going to write it on your forehead.” You demanded. He let out a gruff before giving you his arm. You turn the pen to his skin and begin to write your number on his arm.

“There we go. Now you can call me anytime you want.” You giggled as you noticed he was looking at his hand wide eyed.

“Bye bye now shiggy.” You said as you walk out the store snickering as you see him rush to the empty hallway of the mall.

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Song of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 28

Song of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because after all of that, Kylan finally has a bell-bird bone to make a super-duper magical firca out of.

Last times on book: Kylan, Naia, Tavra (stuck in a spider), and new party member Amri saved the Grottan Clan from millions of angry spiders who wanted their caves back. Also, the spiders got their caves back. Good compromise. They also trapped skekLi the Skeksis Satirist on top of a mushroom and found a bell-bird bone so Kylan can make a special flute that will help warn all Gelfling about the Skeksis drinking them. Everything is coming up Kylan, really. All he has to do now is make a magical firca he has no idea how to make and come up with a warning.

Chapter 28

Kylan makes a magic firca. And gets lethally embarrassed by Amri.

As Team Kylan is leaving the corrie, they find urVa standing watch dramatically.

The Archer’s mane danced in the wind where it was not tied back in braids and topknot, and he faced the direction of the breeze to take its scent.

The most dramatic urRu? Maybe.

Naia asks urVa if they’ll see him when they come out but he tells them no.

“I traveled this far in search of my others, little Drenchen,” he replied. “I found one, but it seems he will stay here. I must move on. We will meet again. Someday.”

“Are you all right? We fought skekMal... I was worried we would harm you as well.”

urVa shook his head. When he did, the wind blew his mane from his face, and Kylan saw a wound on his cheek and eye, in the same place where he’d struck skekMal in the Dark Wood.

“What is done is done. The suns turn.”

You’re a chill guy, urVa.

urVa gets ready to head out but asks the Gelfling that if they see any of his “urRu others” to tell them to meet him in the valley.

Huh! So the urRu are all just kind of spread out and urVa is seeking them. I think in the show’s conception of things, the urRu tended to gravitate toward the Valley anyway and the Wanderer was the Wanderer because he’s the one who stood away longest.

The Gelfling find themselves in another tunnel, although a short, well-lit one and as they go Naia muses out loud about the state of things.

“The Skeksis live together in the castle... They have power there, because of the Crystal, and because they are all in one place. The Mystics are alone. We found urVa trapped in the Cradle-Tree. urLii was in the Tomb of Relics. They had power over skekLi with their song... but only because he was outnumbered. If all the Skeksis were to overtake urVa alone, or urLii... if they all came to rescue skekLi, and only urLii was here to guard him...”

“But if the Skeksis come to get skekLi, they’ll have to defeat urLii, right?” Amri asked. He held up two fingers in parallel. “But if they defeat urLii, then won’t skekLi also be defeated? Right?”

“Either way,” Kylan put in hastily, “urLii stayed behind by his own will. He seemed confident he could contain skekLi safely. We have no choice but to trust him. We have our own journey.”

So this is something I’ve been thinking about since Aughra said what she said about how Skeksis and Mystics could counter each other.

Its very unequal! The Skeksis have a bunch of societal power, the Crystal, a sweet castle, and strength in numbers! The evil that Skeksis do is therefore a lot greater than the good that the Mystics do!

Anyway, the Mystics are pretty lucky that the Skeksis just avoid them out of sheer ‘ugh that guy!’

The Gelflings finally exit the caves and tunnels in a pretty beautiful area.

The mountains here were soft and undulating, not jagged and rocky. The air was clear, blowing flurries of leaves and sometimes white and pink petals by, and Kylan thought he heard the sound of chimes. It was beautiful and gold and green, but the scene left something to be desired. Kylan frowned deeply. Their belongings were back at the entrance to Tide Pass, including the Book of Raunip, the pearl amulet, and Tavra’s sword. The others were quiet, too. No one wanted to be the first to bring up the subject, but it was too important. They couldn’t just leave their things, not with the journey they had ahead.

But Naia sees an arrow sticking out of the ground which makes her burst out laughing.

Cool guy that urVa is, at some point he found their stuff and moved it over here for them to save them a trip. Nice!

Really streamlining this part of the narrative, urVa!

Kylan retrieves the Book of Raunip, turns to the section about Gyr’s Firca, and gets really in the zone!

He forgets all the terrors and troubles of the past couple days, all the worries and wounds accumulated, and even forgets his cool friends as they give him space and quiet to work in.

All he saw were the sketches of the firca and the hope it had to offer. It was like every other firca he’d ever seen or played, with one mouthpiece, which split into a fork. The pipes on either end of the fork were carved with three finger holes, one for each finger when held properly in two hands. Firca were made out of many materials, each with a slightly different voice. Most were carved from a single piece of wood, though many were made from forced reeds. The Sifa were known to make theirs from the prongs of welhorn shells, and their firca’s voices came with the ghostly roars of ocean waves. The firca was the most common Gelfling instrument, and perhaps one of the simplest, yet the many materials used in its creation also made it one of the most varied. It could play single notes as well as harmonies, while still being small enough to dangle around one’s neck.

That’s so many firca in one segment.

I’m glad that we’re getting background on the importance of the firca to Gelfling culture but its a bit funny to me that its coming at the very end of the story after all this journeying to find a special firca. Although it makes sense for it to happen now because Kylan has the bone and he’s pondering the enormity of the task.

The bell-bird bone is already forked and a little bigger than your av-er-age wooden firca. Kylan feels lucky that Amri found the Last Bell-Bird Bone in the entire mountain and that it happened to be the correct shape and not broken.

A single bone could have been used to make a flute but Kylan decides that a single flute wouldn’t have had the same impact, remembering joining urVa and urLii’s song.

No, a pipe or flute would not have been the same. The firca was special. It could play two notes at once, leaving room for a third. What that third voice was, Kylan didn’t know, but he felt instinctively that it had to do with the legend of the bell-bird. The birds that sang and the mountains sang back. Perhaps, if the bell-birds sang with two notes, it was Thra itself that sang the third part. Perhaps the firca was so valued by the Gelfling because it left a place for the very voice of Thra.

Rule of Three: the planet.

Kylan doesn’t even have any tools to sand the bone or carve the holes but he knows that if he doesn’t make the firca now, he’ll lose his courage to even try. What with it being an irreplaceable only bone left in existence.

SO HE USES DREAM-ETCHING

My god, it just keeps getting more and more versatile a skill!

It was established that dream-etching put out a lot of heat since it basically just burns things into surfaces. So Kylan just focuses the heat of dream-etching onto the surface of his thumb and rubs the jagged edge where the bone broke and he just sands it smooth with dream-etching heat!

Amazing!

The vibration of the etching heat made the bone sing in a high, resonant key.

Also, amazing.

Kylan takes all afternoon and until Naia returns with dinner.

Naia looked over his shoulder, and he opened his hands. Lying in his lap was a white firca, sculpted and smoothed to the finest detail. He hardly remembered making it, or at least, he recalled none of the moments. As his head cleared from the focus, he realized he had gone into a kind of trance. His fingers were blistered and sore, but the product of his dedication was perfect, as if he had transformed the bell-bird bone into the instrument it had always been meant to be.

Naia declares it beautiful and Tavra agrees, adding that she wished she still had Gelfling ears so she could hear him play. Because when he played the bone, it sent her flopping to the floor.

Kylan apologizes again for turning her into a spider but she’s having nothing of it.

“If you hadn’t, I would be dead. And I would not have had the chance to see the two of you succeed as you have. For this, I am only grateful... Stop berating yourself for doing the things your heart calls you to do.”

You’re a good, Tavra.

Amri cooks dinner and puts one of his alchemical pastes on the fish Naia caught which causes Naia and Kylan a Concern but it turns out enjoyable.

Kylan hangs the bone firca around his neck because after going through this whole Song of the Dark Crystal book to get it, its his most precious possession and he’s not letting it out of his grasp.

While they eat, Naia suddenly remembers that note Kylan gave Tavra and then Amri and asks what was in it. Hey, tying up that loose end!

Kylan tries to say that hey that loose end doesn’t matter lets forget about it! but Amri saved the note and he pulls it out and dodges Kylan’s attempt to stop him from reading it.

“Dear Tavra,” he began to read. Kylan interrupted in a hurry, hoping to drown out Amri’s reading.

“I guessed that whatever was controlling Tavra couldn’t read. That it couldn’t read the note on the rock wall, so it had the spiders try to conceal the message -”

“... I write to you on behalf of Naia, and Gurjin, and those others whom you have helped since leaving Ha’rar on an errand for the All-Maudra...”

“- I had to test it, so I used -”

“I know it must be very difficult for you, having been betrayed by the Skeksis in the most painful ways. I wanted to let you know that we all care for you and that, should you need us...”

“So I used what I had on hand...”

But there was no stopping Amri, so Kylan put his face in his hands and waited for it to end. Amri stood before Tavra, Naia, and all the stars and moons above, reading for all to hear:

“... simply call on us. For especially I admire your courage and your loyalty to all that is good and right, and even if I’m unable to put these sentiments into words to say to you directly, I wanted at least to give to you this promise in words that stay. Your friend, Kylan.”

Oh my gooooooooood, the boy really did it! He wrote his feelings in a letter so he wouldn’t stumble over his words! This precious bean! This poor, mortified Gelf! Everyone’s grinning at him!

Naia is saying that she’d learn to read just so she could read it if Kylan ever wrote her anything “sticky-sweet” like that.

This poor boy!

Kylan justifies that after he saw “Tavra” talking with a Skeksis he needed to be sure whether it was Tavra or not so he gave her this letter that he’d prepared ahead of time. It’s such a personal note that if it were Tavra and she could read, she’d definitely react to it.

Tavra finally pipes up, after sitting silently as poor Kylan was mortified to death, to agree that it was a clever plan.

I’m thinking that she didn’t want to pile on so she just stuck with the narrative Kylan is trying to emphasize.

Despite his conviction that she would have reacted to his letter had she been able to decipher it at the time, the All-Maudra’s daughter showed no reaction now. Kylan wasn’t sure which he preferred.

This poor boy!

And when Kylan fished the letter out of the fire and gave it to Amri, he knew something was up because no way would a Vapran princess be illiterate.

The topic changes to Kylan’s relief, so he brings up his ideas for the Big Message that this whole quest has been about.

He’s been thinking a lot about it. They can’t just use a normal message because Skeksis can read Gelfing but not all Gelfling can read Gelfling. How vexing. But urLii reminded him of dream-stitching in the Tomb of Relics.

So his idea is to dream-stitch the message into some innocuous symbol that the Skeksis won’t notice but a Gelfling will get a dream-fast when they touch it.

And since he accidentally dream-stitched “the dream of her mind to the spider’s body” he’s prettyyyyy sure he can do it.

“I will deliver the message that begins our fight against the Skeksis.”

Heck yeah, Kylan!

So with that so declared and the final chapter of this book setup, the party sleeps under the stars. Although Kylan has trouble sleeping because there’s so much anticipation for the following day.

A blade of grass moved to the side near his cheek. It was the only sign that Tavra had joined him, silently picking her way across the tips of the grass as he might hop along the pathway stones in Sami Thicket. She said nothing, balancing on the stalk of a grassflower like a tiny, delicate acrobat.

He waited for her to speak, but she didn’t. There was simply a shared quiet - an acceptance - and then she left, not one word spoken.

When I first read this bit, I got so mad. I thought Tavra was going to leave the group, just vanish in the night because spider and so Kylan could play the bone firca without worrying about the effect on her. I was like TAVRA C’MON WE KEEP LOSING PARTY MEMBERS!

But on another pass, I think this is Tavra accepting his letter and his sentiments.

Aww, friends.

[swanqueeneverafter]

Sins of the Past Pt.9

Camelot. Present. Morgana's Chambers. (Morgana hurriedly returns to her chambers through a back passageway.) Guinevere: (Calling from outside the door:) "My Lady?" (Morgana looks down at her muddy cloak and tosses it behind her bed just as Guinevere enters.) Guinevere: "I saw the light, wanted to make sure you were alright." Morgana: "I’m fine." Guinevere: "You were missed at the festival today, the people of Camelot are eager to welcome you back." Morgana: "They have already waited ten years, I'm sure they can manage without me for a little while longer." Guinevere: (Smiles:) "Of course. Will you be joining us for dinner in Storybrooke?" Morgana: (Hesitates:) "I think not. After a day re-familiarizing myself with the castle, I'm really quite tired." Guinevere: "I'll leave you to rest then. Would you like-" Morgana: (Steps back:) "Guin, you are queen now. You helping me undress would just be embarrassing for both of us." Guinevere: "I really don't mind, it wouldn't be any trouble." Morgana: (A sharper tone:) "I’ll prepare myself for bed. (Making her tone light again:) Goodnight, Guin." Morgana: "Goodnight, My Lady." (Guinevere leaves.)

Camelot. Past. Forest. (Morgana sneaks out of the castle at night to meet Morgause in the woods.) Morgause: “You look well.” Morgana: “Thanks to you. (Morgana touches the enchanted bracelet Morgause gave her:) I wear it all the time. I can’t remember when I last had a bad dream.” Morgause: “But you do not seem happy. Why is that?” Morgana: “I would be if I didn’t have to pretend.” Morgause: “Pretend?” Morgana: “That I’m Uther’s loving daughter when I hate him.” Morgause: “Have you ever imagined a new world, Morgana? One where Uther was no more?” Morgana: “Sometimes.” Morgause: “And is that what you’d like?” Morgana: “I once had the chance to be his assassin.” Morgause: “And what stopped you?” Morgana: “I don’t know. I believe he cared for me. But not anymore. He cares for no one.” Morgause: “So, you want Uther destroyed and his reign to end?” Morgana: “More than anything. But it doesn’t matter what I want. The future’s not of my making.” Morgause: “You are wrong, Morgana. You underestimate your importance. The decisions you make now will change the shape of everything that is to come.” Morgana: “What do you mean?” Morgause: “Whose side are you on, Morgana? Are you with Uther? Or are you with me? Are you prepared to help me bring about his downfall?” Morgana: “I am.” Morgause: (Reaching out to stroke Morgana’s face:) “I can’t tell you how much it means to hear you say that.” 

Storybrooke. Present. Swan-Mills House. (Tired, sore and covered in mud, Mrs & Mrs Swan-Mills arrive home victorious, carrying their trophy between them.) Regina: "Well, that worked out nicely." Emma: (Closing the front door:) "It did, didn't it?" Regina: "Although technically I still think I won. It was my horse who crossed the finish line first." Emma: "Hey, tell it to the judges, their decision is final." Regina: "Hm." Emma: "You heard them, it was a dead heat. Too close to call! Take the win, Regina. Anyway, I should be the one that's upset. I don't get to see your Lady Godiva moment now." Regina: "No, but I do still want to see you wearing that necklace tonight. So how about a compromise?" Emma: (Gasps in mock surprise:) "You? Mayor Mills, compromise? The hell you say." Regina: "It's Swan-Mills, and yes. Interested?" Emma: "I don't know... it’s a pretty ugly necklace. Your compromise had better be good." Regina: "What if, instead of heading back to the stables, I take off all my clothes right now, jump on your back and ride you around every room of this house?" Emma: (Laughing:) "The image I have in my head right now is so ridiculous. (Tries to control her giggles when seeing the slightly hurt look on Regina's face:) I'm sorry, it's just..." Regina: "Forget I said anything." Emma: (Reaching out and taking her hand:) "Wait. Please wait. (Composing herself:) Now, it's not the craziest idea I've heard." Regina: "Only the funniest, evidently." Emma: "Well, yeah, and I know you meant it to be sexy but, maybe with a couple of tweaks, it could be very, very hot." Regina: (Still annoyed:) "I'm open to suggestions." Emma: (Smiles:) "Okay, well, I have zero problem with the you getting naked part. That part I love. But how about instead of my back, you jump into my arms and, (Waving her hand, Emma envelops herself in a cloud of smoke. When it clears, Emma stands naked but for a few hefty straps at her waist. Smirking as Regina's eyes are immediately drawn to the appendage now bobbing between her legs:) I give you the ride of your life?" Regina: (Still transfixed:) "Well, there's only one thing I can think to say. (Using her own magic to shed her clothes:) Giddy up!" A Short While Later. (Reclined in each others arms in the bath tub, Regina and Emma discuss the night's plans.) Emma: "Do I really have to wear that thing to dinner?" Regina: "Not if we don't go." Emma: "Mom wants us there." Regina: "Then yes, you have to wear it." Emma: "What if she asks why I'm wearing it and not you?" Regina: "You tell her the truth. You lost a bet." Emma: (Smiling up at her:) "If you call this losing, I can't imagine what winning feels like." Regina: "Well don't ask your father, he wouldn't know what winning felt like either." Emma: (Chuckles:) "All right, you asked for this." (With much splashing and screams of delight, Regina and Emma take turns dunking each other under the surface, causing huge waves of water to spill over the edge of the tub and onto the tiled floor below.)

Storybrooke. Main Street. (While the festivities of the day begin to wind down and the crowds slowly disperse, Henry takes a break from driving to stretch his legs. When passing by someone clearly from Wonderland, Henry feels compelled to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. However, as he's about to dial Ella's number, he stops himself, remembering that there are no cell towers in Wonderland. Looking up from his phone, he spots a familiar face sitting alone on a bench.) Henry: “Drizella?” Drizella: (Sniffles, wiping her eyes:) “Oh. I'm sorry. I don't remember calling a taxi.” Henry: “Funny. You’re here for the festival?” Drizella: (Nods:) “If I had known it was going to be a celebration of the Charmings and the Swan-Mills’ I might not have bothered.” Henry: “Try living with them.” Drizella: “Ooh, trouble in paradise?” Henry: (Taking a seat beside her:) “Alright, that was a little unfair, but sometimes it can get a little annoying - living in their shadow I mean.” Drizella: “Tell me about it. At least you weren’t overshadowed by your sister all your life. (Thinks:) Oh wait, don’t you have a little sister now?” Henry: “I think you know I do. Judging by the amount of gifts my moms received, I doubt there’s one person in all the united realms who doesn’t know about my sister.” Drizella: “And so it begins.” Henry: “It’s not like that at all. I love Maria and I’m thrilled to be a big brother.” Drizella: “Just give it time.” Henry: (Shaking his head:) “Speaking of which, where’s your sister, Anastasia?” Drizella: "Oh, probably off somewhere moping. Torturing herself over her past as the Red Queen. I mean, it's not like it happened recently, it was for a very brief period thirty years ago. I wish she’d just get over it already." Henry: "Well to be fair to Anastasia, it was very recent to her mind." Drizella: "Oh please, not the resurrection again. You know people always talk about that but they never seem to remember that I was encased in stone for roughly the same amount of time." Henry: "That had to be a hard time for you." Drizella: (Smiles, despite herself:) "Ha. Ha. (Sighs:) Look at us, sat in the middle of a festival throwing our own little pity party." Henry: "Yeah, Ella would've loved this." Drizella: "Is that your little dream girl?" Henry: "She came from the Dream Realm, yes." Drizella: "So where is she now?" Henry: "Searching for her mother." Drizella: (Scoffs:) "If she's also looking for her mother's approval, she'll be gone a long time. Trust me, I speak from experience." Henry: "Well the good thing is you haven't let it effect you. I mean it's not like you released an ancient immortal creature and a dust cloud filled with hate over the land just to prove yourself to your dead mother." Drizella: (Pursing her lips:) "Exactly." Henry: "Cause that would've been crazy." Drizella: "This from the son of the woman who conjured the Dark Curse?" Henry: "Touche. At least you're not the only one on this bench with baggage." Drizella: "Okay, then. So, how do we get rid of it. The baggage." Henry: "Take a chance? Do the scary thing? Hope it all works out." Drizella: "Is that what you call what you’re doing with Ella? The 'scary thing'?" Henry: "I don't know. I'm just figuring it out, same as you." Drizella: "Well, I for one need a drink." Henry: "Good idea." Drizella: "So, come on." Henry: "What?" Drizella: (Squints:) "You are legally allowed to drink now, aren't you?" Henry: "Yeah." Drizella: "Well, let's go!" (Hesitating for a moment, Henry looks down at his phone, then puts it in his pocket. Standing, he and Drizella walk together in search of the nearest bar. From a short distance away, Tiana watches them leave, with a troubled look upon her face.) Wonderland. Night. Will and Ella’s Campsite. (Will lays on the floor with his arms crossed attempting to sleep while Ella stands, turning the necklace over and over in her hand.) Will: “Please go to sleep.” Ella: “I can't. You sleep.” Will: “How can I sleep if you insist on thinking so loudly?” Ella: “What you said before... maybe you were right. Maybe she's moved on.”

Will: (Sitting up:) “I'm sorry, Ella. I put that terrible idea in your head. Don't listen to me, I don't know nothing about it. Do you believe that she truly loves you?” Ella: “I did.” Will: “Well, that's good then. Because when somebody truly loves you, they can never move on. It’s like you said, you don’t need any proof.” Ella: “That’s true, but it's still nice to have.” Will: (Sighs:) “As much as I’m going to regret this, as your guide on this little journey, it is my duty to help you in any way I can. So, if you want proof, proof you shall have.” Ella: “What are you talking about?” Will: “I’m talking about finding a way to prove your mother is still out there somewhere.” Ella: “And how do you propose we do that?” Will: “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Tomorrow. After a good solid night’s sleep. Deal?” Ella: (Smiling:) “Deal.” Forest of Balor. Caves. (Mulan and Ruby walk through the caves carrying torches.) Ruby: "There they are." (The flowers they seek are across a large gap with a narrow ledge and long drop. Mulan looks down.) Mulan: "Keep back from the edge. Don’t worry. We’ll be out of here soon.” (Walking carefully over the ledge, Mulan heads toward the Mortaeus flower growing on the cave wall. The cave begins to rumble, but seemingly nothing comes of it. Reaching the flower, Mulan grabs it and puts it in a pouch on her belt, then makes her way back to Ruby.) Ruby: “Well that was easy.” Mulan: “A little too easy.” Lord Macintosh: “You’re right. (Ruby and Mulan turn to face him:) I’m afraid I can’t allow you to leave here with that.” Mulan: “Macintosh. So it was you who poisoned the goblet!” Lord Macintosh: “I don’t know what you mean, Lassie. All I know is with Merida gone, that makes me the rightful ruler of all Dun Broch.” Mulan: “Over my dead body.” Lord Macintosh: “Aye, I thought you might say something like that.” (Turning, Macintosh motions towards the darkness where several of his men emerge. Mulan draws her sword.) Ruby: “Mulan, no. We don’t have time for this.” Mulan: “I don’t think they’re going to give us much choice.” Lord Macintosh: “Surrender the flower and no harm will come to you.” Mulan: “So I give up the flower and you’ll let us go?” Lord Macintosh: “As the new King of Dun Broch, I give you my word.” Mulan: “You aren’t King yet. Quick, Ruby, hand me your cloak.” Ruby: “What?” Mulan: “You’re right, we don’t have much time. (As Ruby removes her cloak, Mulan places the flower carefully inside:) I need you to transform.” Ruby: (Realising the plan:) “Oh no, I’m not leaving you.” Mulan: (Folding the cloak:) “You have to. You have to get the flower back to Storybrooke before it’s too late. (Reluctantly, Ruby does as she’s told and transforms into the wolf. Macintosh and his men recoil at the sight. Placing Ruby’s cloak into the wolf’s mouth:) Take it and go!” (With a low growl, the wolf paws at the ground and leaps toward Macintosh’s men. Desperately clinging to the walls to get out of the wolf’s path, Macintosh looks on helplessly as it runs from the cave and out of sight.)

Storybrooke. The Dragon's Lair. (Sitting down to dinner, Emma looks around the restaurant, clearly agitated.) Emma: "Great, now everyone's staring." Regina: "Well who could blame them? I often find myself staring at my beautiful wife." Emma: "They're starting at this ridiculous thing around my neck! (Regina promptly hides her face behind her menu. Narrowing her eyes:) You know if I had won, there's no way I would’ve had you embarrass yourself in public." Regina: (Lowering her menu:) "Do you think I'd have anything to be embarrassed about if you did?" (Knowing she's been out maneuvered, Emma quickly changes the subject.) Emma: (Picking up her own menu:) "There's just so much good stuff to choose from. (Still feeling Regina's eyes on her, Emma looks around for a distraction. As Maleficent walks by their table:) Mal, what would you recommend?" Maleficent: (Without missing a beat:) "A stylist." (At this, Regina bursts out laughing while Emma glares at Maleficent's back.) Emma: (As Regina continues to laugh:) "Oh, shut up. (Looking over Regina's shoulder:) Wait a minute. Is that Henry?" Regina: (Turns in her seat:) "Yes it is." Emma: "Who's that he's with?" Henry's Table. (Drizella returns to the table with a bottle.) Henry: "What's this?" Drizella: "Something better than the cheap antifreeze you're used to drinking." Regina & Emma's Table. (Emma's eyes widen in recognition.) Emma: "Drizella? What the hell's going on?" (Regina puts a hand on Emma's arm to stop her making a scene.) Regina: "Calm down, we don't know what the situation is." Emma: "The situation is that Henry let Ella go to Wonderland alone so he could go on a date with Drizella!" Regina: "Would you keep your voice down! I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks." Emma: “Since when did you start giving people the benefit of the doubt?” Regina: "Since you did the same for me all those years ago. Need I remind you that's our son you're accusing? Now sit down and let me handle this." Emma: (When Regina returns to her menu:) "Well?!" Regina: "I'll go over there after we've ordered. I seem to have worked up quite the appetite." Emma: (Looking over Regina's shoulder again:) "Yeah well if you don't get over there soon, I'm going to lose mine." Regina: (Under her breath:) "And your mind." Emma: "What?" Regina: (Smiling sweetly:) "Nothing."

Camelot. Past. Council Chamber. (Uther dines as Morgana enters with tear stained cheeks.) Morgana: "I have come to apologise, My Lord. You have been generous and kind and fair. And I owe you everything. I truly don’t know what came over me." (Uther stands and rushes to meet Morgana. He embraces her with tears of joy.) Uther: "I am so glad you’ve seen sense. Come, dine with me. Let’s put this unfortunate incident behind us." Morgana: "No, no. I am on my way to the chapel, to pray forgiveness for my sins." Uther: "Of course." Morgana: (She wipes his tears away with a handkerchief:) "I don’t know why you put up with me. But I promise, in the future I will show you the love and respect that you deserve." (Morgana walks away, smirking.) Forest. Night. (Morgana leaves the castle and rides to a cave guarded by the Bloodguard.) Morgause: “My sister. How have you fared?” Morgana: “Uther has welcomed back his daughter with open arms.” Morgause: “Uther does not suspect?” Morgana: “He laps up my lies like the snivelling dog that he is. He believes I’ve changed. And he’s right. Soon he will see exactly how much.” Morgause: “You’ve done well. The tears of Uther Pendragon have only begun to fall.” (Morgause drops the handkerchief with Uther’s tears into a giant cauldron filled with boiling liquid and adds a large root. The root screams and Morgana flinches:) The mandrake root is very special. Only those with magic can hear its cries. But for those without magic, the mandrake pierces the very recesses of the soul, twisting the unconscious into the very image of fear and dread. Uther Pendragon will find that his great kingdom counts for nothing, when he has lost his mind. (She begins an incantation:) Mid þæm wundorcræft þæs ealdan æwþ ic þe hate nime Utheres wopdropan ond þa gemengan mid his blod. Sy he under wittig ond deofol seocnes his heorte afylþ.” (Morgause’s eye glow. She pulls out the muddy root and hands it to Morgana.)

Storybrooke. Present. The Dragon's Lair. (Guinevere sits alone at the bar deep in thought when Snow White joins her.) Snow White: "Guinevere. You look troubled." Guinevere: (Smiles weakly:) "Just thinking about Morgana." Snow White: "Where is she? I thought we might see her today?" Guinevere: (Shakes her head:) "She didn't feel up to it. And I can hardly blame her, after all she's been through." Snow White: "Has she managed to tell you where she's been all these years?" Guinevere: "No, but I can only imagine the horrors she's seen." Henry & Drizella's Table. (Drizella pours Henry another drink.) Drizella: "Thanks for listening to me earlier, no one ever does that." Henry: "No problem. I know finding where you belong in this world can be hard." Drizella: "So what happened with you and Ella? Why didn't you go with her? Couldn't take a chance and do the scary thing after all, huh?" Henry: "It's complicated." Drizella: "Hm. (Picks up her glass:) Well, to keeping things uncomplicated." (They clink glasses. Having seen enough, Regina is about to break things up when there is a commotion outside.) Main Street. (David and Emma exit the restaurant first to find people running for their lives. Heading towards the source of the chaos they find a wolf growling and charging at the doors to the library.) David: (Noticing the familiar cloak laying in the moonlight:) "It's Ruby!" (Picking up the cloak, David moves carefully over to the animal and drapes the cloak over it. Transforming almost instantly, Ruby lifts her hood and grabs hold of David.) Ruby: "You have to help me, they've got Mulan!" (Emma and David look to each other in surprise while a crowd begins to gather around them.)

[sero-sphere]

PT 3! Crimson Hearts

Summary: You just moved next door to Red Riot…but you can hear everything through the paper thin walls. You open your mouth and uncover something scandalous. Lets see what happens next…

Quirk: You can feel everyones emotional aura, and can secret phermones to alter them. Only side affect is their emotions rub off on you as well, both good and bad.

Warning: angst, implied sex, alcohol use, swearing.

Taglist: @silentw-lkr​

Part 1 , Part 2

Sooo, this one is a bit longer. also, sorry it took awhile…i was making stickers!!! im probabally going to write a bonus for this tomorrow!!!( ‘ㅅ’ )

You spent your off day relaxing, taking a bath, reading some books you’ve been meaning to get to, and catching up with your favorite series. You were just about to make yourself dinner, a nice thick steak with some veggies and rice, when you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to find Red Riot.

No seriously, there Kirishima was, staring at you in nothing but his hero attire. Sure you had seen him dressed as a hero..but that was on TV. This was the first time seeing him in the flesh and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. Your eyes went over every ripple of every muscle, and every bruise….every scar. Those only seemed to make him more sexy.

“Hey uh, sorry to come and bother you like this. I got called into a closer district today and didn’t feel like heading back to the agency to shower…” He was blushing…hard. You wondered if he noticed that your eyes were wandering his body instead of looking at his face. You quickly corrected yourself and noticed he was holding something behind his back.

“Oh, no it’s ok…I was just a bit….distracted.” You couldn’t help the blush that came across your cheeks now as well.

“I wanted to thank you for yesterday. If you hadn’t come to apologize I don’t know what I would have done. You really made me feel better….and I don’t want you to feel bad for telling me. I’m really glad actually, I know it sucks, but it’s better now that I’m not wasting my time on her.”

“It’s what I do, making people feel better I mean. I’m glad I could help, I really am. Trust me when I say I know EXACTLY how you feel.” You flashed him an apologetic smile.

“I got you this as a little thank you, I heard you crying last night. I wanna help you too if I can.” He brought his hands around the front of him, revealing what he had hidden. He reached out to hand you an adorable red teddy bear.

“I saw this today in a store I was passing by on patrol! It reminded me of you…well not OF you, but I thought of you. It’s a Red Riot ��� teddy bear. You said you were good at hugs, so I figured you could hug this whenever you get sad.” He was nervously scratching at the back of his neck. It only showcased his abs more and you couldn’t help it, as you thought about what it would feel like to hug him everynight…and not the teddy bear.

“Thanks! It will definitely help.” You pulled him into a big hug, forgetting he was shirtless and sweaty. You didn’t mind though, you could feel his mood start to shift a bit and smiled. He wasn’t lying, you really were making him feel a bit better.

“Uh, I should probably shower, I came straight here after work. I wanted to talk to you ASAP to make sure you were ok.” He pulled away from you and pointed towards his apartment.

“Kirishima, after everything that’s happened, it’s nice you thought about me. Go take your shower! I still have your whiskey so come over whenever you want! My doors always open… well not really, knock first, but you know what I mean.”

After saying goodbye, and locking your door, you put the teddy bear on the couch next to your set up for the night and returned to cooking your meal. You had made enough that way you could have left overs tomorrow for lunch. Before you could sit down to eat it you were interrupted by another knock. It was Kirishima again, but this time he was a little bit more covered. He was wearing a black tank top, grey sweats and a bandana.

“You said anytime so I figured I’d take you up on that…normally I’d go hang with Bakugou, but he’s had a rough night too…. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not….I hope you’re hungry, I just made steak and it just so happens there’s just enough for you.” His mouth was already watering.

After showering, Kirishima realized he didn’t want to spend time alone. He wasn’t entirely lying by saying Bakugou had a rough night…he always had a rough night. He was competing for the title of “Number 1 hero” after all. Even after only knowing you for a short while, he felt comfortable around you. If he hung out with Bakugou, he would only tell him to get over it, and by get over it he would probably suggest having sex with someone else. Kirishima wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so he made his way over to your place, where he knew he could relax.

The two of you bonded over dinner, and shared the rest of his whiskey. He watched as you cuddled up with a blanket on the couch beside him and clutched the Red Riot teddy bear he had gifted you. He’s glad you really liked it, and didn’t find it weird at all. He thought of the latter after he bought it, but decided to go with it anyway.

He came over more and more after that night. Some nights you two drank, sometimes you too didn’t. Mostly you talked, you explained how your quirk worked and how you used it to help people. He told you about his ex-girlfriend, and his best friends. All about his job as a hero! Every day you felt, as he returned to his old angelic self. Just being around him made you feel so much better, and you were glad he was finally beginning to feel ok.

That’s how you ended up in this predicament. Sitting in your living room, drinking too much sake with him. You let him persuade you with his notions “ oh, hey guess what! Ive got the day off tomorrow, and it just so happens Fat Gum gave me this big bottle of sake as a thank-you.”

“I thought being a hero was about saving people…not the free shit?”

“I mean it is, but it does have its perks.”

You both drank way too much and were giggling back and forth. You felt your face heat up. You were both reminiscing about the day you two met.

“OMG I am such an idiot sometimes, I can’t believe I said that to you.” You cringed as you tried to burry your face deep into your sweatshirt.

Kirishima was laughing, falling against the backside of the couch. “I can’t believe you heard everything! I should be more embarrassed than you! I went inside and cursed thinking about how you probably would never talk to me again.”

“And here I was thinking ‘ who the fuck lasts that long…omg.’ And then when It was Red fuucking Riot, and your quirk is hardening. It made perfect fucking sense!”

He blushed. He leaned his head back against the couch, but to the side so he could maintain eye contact, as you gave you the sultriest toothiest smile. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but you stopped yourself.

“You know, I think you can take all this back to your house now?” You motioned to all the alcohol you both had on the table. One bottle had turned into 2, into 3, and so on.

“Right, but then what excuse would I have to come to see you. I am feeling better now ya know?”

“Hmmm, you think you need a reason to come and see me? I could think of a reason or two?” You raised your index finger to your bottom lip and pouted slightly. You shifted a bit in your seat and leaned a little closer towards him. Just to the point you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Yeah, and what would that be?”

He met you the rest of the distance, and felt as your lips brushed against his.

You had enveloped him in a kiss he wasted no time in returning. It heated up rather quickly and you felt as his hands ran up and down your back. You moved yours towards his thighs, circling your thumbs in little motions against his muscles.You both were involved in a heavy makeout session. At some point you both broke away for some air. It was pretty late and while Kirishima might not have had patrol, he did have to go in for an early morning meeting.

“You should go, I know you have a meeting in the morning. Being a Hero comes first.” You moved away from him a bit, but still made sure your fingers were intertwined with his.

“But, that wouldn’t be very manly of me to leave you like this…”

“I’ll be fine. I promise, I have an amazing hero who lives right next door. He’ll be the first one I call if I find myself needing help in the middle of the night. He’s convinced he needs reason to come and see me!”

Kirishima leaned in and gave you another kiss on the cheek. He pulled back to look into your eyes. He gave you one last kiss on the lips and left. Both of you wished you had done that sooner, it was too late to get left hanging like that. You were tired. You made sure to clean up before you tucked yourself in at least. You had a previous arrangement with your brother and he was going to be staying over for the weekend.

The night came and went, and you were headed back to your apartment with a hand full of groceries. You had met your brother at the train station, and stopped at the store on your way home. He was behind you helping with some of the load. He made some joke about how he was surprised you walked up all these stairs every day. You were giggling as you made your way to the door.

Kirishima looked out from his window and watched as you passed by laughing…with some….guy? You were with a guy? What? He assumed it was probably family, and you would explain after they were gone, and he came over to visit. But that time never came. The male that had followed you into the apartment had stayed the night with you. He felt just a tinge of jealousy. He got ready for work and wondered if he would still run into you on his way out the door, or if you would be staying in late.

His questions were answered when you called out to him from the stairs.

“Oh, hey Kirishima! Hope you got a good nights rest! Good luck at work today!”

“Hey you too right? You have a big day? Hope the takedown goes as planned.” You were scheduled to help take down a really well known gang, and it was going to be one of the more tiring work days you’ve endured. It started off fine, but quickly turned sour and you were forced into staying well into the night to make sure things went according to plan. 5 am came and went. It was now 7 when you finally made your way back home. You hoped your brother would be awake by now, to say bye before he left. You didn’t know how long you would be able to stay up for. You made it to your door before you realized you had forgotten the key in the car. By the time you made it all the way back up, Kirishima was just heading to work for the day.

“Trouble sleeping, huh?” He looked at you and laughed. It sounded a bit forced and you wondered if he was trying to avoid.    

“Yeah I guess you could say that. Things just never seemed to end last night, it just kept coming and coming.” You looked at him exhausted.

“Those walls really are paper thin, I see what you meant before, when you said you couldn’t sleep.” He wouldn’t make eye contact with you. Instead he was staring at his feet which is something you hadn’t seen him do since he was upset about his breakup.

“What do you mean?” You were utterly confused at this point. You two were the only ones whose apartments shared walls on this floor. He shouldn’t have been able to hear anyone else’s, the noise would have to come from yours.

“Uhm, I mean I wasn’t trying to listen in, but like you said it’s kinda hard not too.”

You turned towards him, and the look you gave him was enough to make him scared. You looked pretty fucking mad. “I’m going to fucking kill him!! Figures the one time I’m out for the night!!!”

“Wait what, don’t tell me..” He was starting to panic. He hoped he didn’t just catch you in the same situation he was in a few weeks earlier.

“Oh! NO, no! I’m sorry, he’s my fucking brother! I should have told you that earlier. He came to stay for a few nights for work. Better not have been on my bed I swear to God.”

Kirishima was relieved, he couldn’t stop thinking about continuing what the two of you had started the last time you were together. He had really developed feelings for you during the time the two of you spent together. He was hoping you would return them, and had gotten worried when he heard all those sinful noises during the night. Before he could answer you, you had leaned over and placed a kiss on this cheek.

“Come over tonight? Depending on how my next conversation goes, I might need someone to help break in my new mattress! That is after I’m done burning my other one of course. I might find myself in need of a Hero”

[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Pt 6

Warnings: Ike being an angsty angst, Adorable fluff, cheesy lines, foreshadowing, aaaaaaaaaaaand cliffhangers :D

(Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :))

((Please read the author’s note on part one if you’re new here :D)) 

A HEADS UP!! The first character introduced is not mine... the second one is though...

Chapter One:

Part Six:

The dining room was the loudest room in the house, but it wasn’t because of the noise inside of it. The walls were a nice pearly white, but you could barely see them from the amount of plant life Maria had sprouting all over the room. A large oak table sat in the middle of the room. The table was decorated with a gold table runner, various scented candles, and a centerpiece made of dried flowers. Seven matching dark oak chairs and one highchair surrounded it and, accompanying two of the chairs were Maria and the mystery guest. Maria was dressed nicely in a casual summer dress and high heels. She had her brunette hair tied up in a bun with a Hawaiian hibiscus planted in the middle of it, honoring her Hawaiian heritage. This look was a nice change from her usual rolled up jeans and white button-up tied to her waist.

The man sitting across from her was extremely handsome. From the way his legs were crossed to how he folded his hands together, he held himself in a manner that showed elegance and poise. He wore a black button-up shirt and dress pants that matched the hue. A pick tie was pulled lazily from his neck and the first button of his shirt was undone. His black hair was short with his bangs barely teasing his eyes. His skin was pale, showing that he spent most of his time indoors and his rectangular glasses told me most of that time was spent in front of a computer. His eyes were a beautiful violet and they were gentle as he listened to Maria talk about nothing in particular. From the way he held himself, to the smile he had resting on his face, I knew one thing was certain. 

He was hiding something.

The mystery guest looked up at me. His soft smile grew wider as he straightened his posture slightly and removed his glasses. “You must be Ike.” His voice matched the monotone one I had heard earlier. I gave him a slight nod as I walked further into the room. Maria looked back at me and beamed.

“Yes, she is!” She got out of her chair and forced me closer to the man as he stood from his chair politely, “Lucien, this is Ikamara but we call her Ike. Ike, this is Lucien.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, which I took with a nod.

“Likewise.” I said, firmly shaking his hand. Maria smiled widely and bounced in place.

“I’ll let you two get acquainted while I help Bart in the kitchen.” her voice sounded like it had something blocking it. Likely a vat of giggles. I sighed, finally catching on to the reason why Lucien was here. Even though no one stayed long enough to ask for my number, Maria still tried really hard to set me up with a boyfriend. Whether it was some client she met at the pharmacy she worked at or the ticket booth salesman at the theater, it didn’t matter to her. As long as they were cute and wouldn’t mind a tough-skinned partner. They were always way in over their head though. She is sweet to see past my tough exterior, but men don’t have the time for that. Nor do I have the time to let them in. I’m fine with being single. I didn’t need some man coming in and throwing off my life completely. I had things under control and I wished my family would just let it be. They never did though.

As Maria left the room, Lucien smiled at me and offered Maria’s seat. I took it, suppressing an eye roll, and Lucien returned to his chair across from mine, the old chairs slightly squeaking under our weight.

“I’ve heard so much about you in the little time I’ve been here.” Lucien politely started some small talk.

"Oh? Like what?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest.

"Well, Sam tells me you two play soccer together after school sometimes.” He paused as if he wanted me to touch on the topic. I didn’t. So he continued, “...and Maria says you’re a great cook, Ashton says you can play the piano very well, Bartholomew bragged nonstop about your work ethic, and Lola would giggle every time we mentioned your name so I could only assume she likes you as well.” Lucien chuckled slightly at his own joke, “Your family must really care about you having so many nice things to tell me about you.”

“Right, and I know exactly one thing about you.”

“And what’s that?” He chuckled, neglecting my rude response.

“Ashton tells me that you are a friend of Bart’s?”

“That’s right.”

“How is it that I have known them for so long and haven’t heard of you.”

“Because Bartholomew and I are only really connected through my father.”

“...and?” I pried.

“My father died when I was a child.” Lucien’s eyes drifted slightly and his once soft smile was now gone, “I didn’t have much reason to keep in contact with him after that.”

I gulped. “... I’m sorry for your loss.” I meekly said,  looking away from Lucien and regretting my rude responses. Way to go, Ike. I lectured to myself inside my head, Why are you so insensitive? 

Lucien caught onto the awkward silence in the room and spoke sweetly, “Thank you but it is in the past now. There is no need to be sorry.” Lucien brushed a stray hair away from my face as he lifted my chin to face him. He smiled at me reassuringly. I nodded slightly and quickly pulled his hand from my face. Lucien took no offense to this as he leaned back in his chair and continued, “After my father’s death, I didn’t have a way to keep in contact with Bartholomew. It wasn’t until a couple of years ago when I was watching the news and a story about a certain up and coming production company and their new hit show caught my attention. I noticed that the man I grew up with was the same man that owned the company. So, I moved to get in contact with him again. I was able to find his information on their website and got to catch up with him after all these years. I couldn’t visit right away because I was away from Loveland for my studies, but Bartholomew let me know I was welcome to dinner when I came back.” Lucien tilted his head slightly as his gentle smile grew, “Does that clear things up? Are you able to trust me now?”

“Who said I didn’t trust you?”

Lucien gestured to me, “From your slouched back and folded arms, you’re practically screaming it.” I looked down. My arms were folded tightly to my chest and I was sliding down my chair. My feet were slightly pointed to the door as if I were ready to run to it at any minute. Embarrassed, I cleared my throat and straightened myself in the chair as I unfolded my arms. Lucien chuckled as I did so, reveling in the fact that he caught me red-handed. I felt my face burn slightly.

“It’s not that I’m untrusting.” I lied, “I’m just overprotective.”

“I can understand why.” Lucien’s soft smile returned, “With a family like yours, I would be too.”

“And it is your family too!” A cheery voice came walking out of the kitchen. Bart carried a large pot out with him. The pot seemed a lot smaller than it really was as he held it in his large hands and against his even larger body. He wore a red lacy apron that was covered in sauce stains. But even the stains looked delicious. Bart was a phenomenal cook. It was a skill he wouldn’t admit he had but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t let us stop praising him for it. He didn’t cook often but, when he did, you could tell it was for a special occasion. I hoped that occasion was because Lucien was visiting and not because I had sealed a deal with Victor. Just the thought of disappointing Bart ruined my appetite.

 Bart had a large smile planted across his face as he looked at the two of us, “The food is nearly done! Evie, be a dear and set the table.” I nodded and stood up.

“Evie?” Lucien asked standing as well.

“Yes! Evie!” Bart chimed as he placed the pot on the table, “We wanted Ike to know that this house would be a different experience from her other foster homes and start a new life with us! Evelyn is her middle name, so we started calling her Evie! It’s like another way of calling her ‘dear’ or ‘sweetheart.’” 

“I see…” Lucien seemed to be lost in thought.

“Only they can call me Evie.” I caught on to his train of thought before it spiraled out of control. I turned and looked Lucien dead in the eye, “You try calling me that and I will sew your lips shut.” Lucien tried smiling at me but, after seeing how serious I was, he frowned and nodded.

“Ike it is.” He said just as seriously.

“Isn’t she a hoot!” Bart laughed joyfully, “I’m glad to see you two hitting it off!” I rolled my eyes and disappeared into the kitchen to avoid any more contact with Lucien.

 I walked to the cupboard where the plates were stored but stopped when I saw Maria was already holding them, smiling widely at me.

“So?!” She badgered, “What do you think??”

“I think you aren’t getting my hints.” I took the plates from her, but she held her grip. I looked at her with an annoyance dripping from my every pore.

“Come on!” Maria begged, “Give him a chance! Lucien is different! You guys had a conversation and he is still willing to stay for dinner!”

“The night is still young!” I said hopefully as I gave the plates a good tug, taking the plates from her and turned back to the door. Maria took my shoulder.

“Ike.” She spoke softly, “You can’t stay closed off forever.” I loosened my expression for a moment. ...Was I being too hard? Even though I was rude, he was still nice to me and still wanted to stay. Maybe…

 I quickly shook my head and moved my shoulder from Maria’s hand. It didn’t matter if he had stayed. He would see how bad I am as a partner and leave me behind just like everyone else did. And I’d be ok with it. We’d do this whole shindig over again with a whole new person and he would leave as well. It always happens.

The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” Maria’s voice was cheery again as she jogged out of the kitchen. I sighed as I watched her leave. Maybe I should have canceled and stayed home or gone to St. Richards for a drink. I started making plans to sneak out but they were interrupted when I heard someone say my name in the dining room.

“Ike mentioned that you wanted her to have a different experience here then her other foster homes,” Lucien’s voice resembled one of a therapist’s, “If you don’t mind me asking, why is that?” There was a slight pause in the room as Bart thought of what to say. I used this pause to quickly start to move back to the dining room and stop the conversation from continuing.

“Ike had been through plenty of foster homes before ours.” My feet stuck to the ground when I heard Bart’s voice. It was a tone he rarely used. Very serious but with a soft undertone. It was the tone used when he talked to me about how his company was going under. And the tone he used when he first called me Evie. 

I stayed by the kitchen door, unable to move, as Bart continued, “Some of which left her with scars, mental and physical, to remind her of them. I mean, when she first came to us, she wouldn’t even speak. We wanted her to know we would give her nothing but love. The kind of love every fifteen-year-old deserved.”

“She was only fifteen…” Lucien’s voice was soft, “What... did they do to her?” I regained feeling in my feet and briskly walked out of the kitchen. 

“What kind of silverware do you want, Bart?” I asked uselessly, making the two men jump at my sudden appearance in the dining room. Their conversation ceased at once. I couldn’t have Bart answer him. It wasn’t because I didn’t want him to but because I knew he couldn’t. Bart and Maria were extremely empathetic people. When I explained to them what happened in those homes, they wept like children. They apologized over and over for something they had no control over. They were even afraid to touch me for days after I told them because they were afraid they would hurt me in some way. Whenever the conversation was brought up about my scars after that, they would start getting overly emotional and shut down. I hated seeing them like that. I hated the look they always had on their face. The look of unjustified sympathy.

“Uh, forks!” Bart said, trying and failing to bring back his normal joyful tone, “Can’t have spaghetti without forks!” I nodded and started placing down the plates. A slender hand appeared on top of mine, stopping my actions. I looked up and saw Lucien smiling at me.

“Allow me.” He said moving the stack closer to him, “You can get the utensils.” I tensed. That was an obvious attempt to get rid of me so they would continue their conversation. I wouldn’t let that happen. Before I could decline his offer, a loud laugh came from the dining room doorway.

“Wow, did mom bring home yet another guy for Ikie?”

I looked over and saw my elder foster brother, Christopher, smirking at Lucien and I from the dining room. Chris had been assigned to this foster home the same time as I did. The foster care center thought it would be a better idea to have someone there that was my age to help me out of my shell. He had only stayed a couple of months until his mother got back home from her business trip, and he had to leave. He had created such a strong bond with Maria, Bart, and the kids while he was there so he came to visit almost daily. Despite being assigned to be his foster sister, our relationship wasn’t nearly as strong as his relationships with the others. That was my fault though. I should have worked harder to better the bond between us. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. His love was way better spent on the little kids then on me.

“Chris!!” Sam raced in from the family room and right into Chris’ arms. Chris gladly accepted him and raised him up and into the air.

“Hey buddy!” He laughed, giving him a nudge, “How’s my favorite brother?”

“I heard that!” Ashton called from the living room. Almost everyone in the dining room burst into laughter. I took that moment to slide the plates away from Lucien and finish setting the table. Ashton popped his head in and glared at Sam, “You still have to watch Lola.”

“Danggit.” Sam cursed and jumped from Chris’ arms and ran back into the family room.

“Swear jar, mister!” Maria returned to the dining room and besides Chris.

“Wonder where he learned that one.” Chris playfully glared at me.

“Hey now,” I threw my finger at him, “My mouth is way dirtier than that and you know it.” The room laughed again as Chris approached me. I held out my hand for a handshake but he pulled me into a hug. I sighed and gave him a few awkward pats on the back.

“How was work?” Chris asked cheerfully as he pulled away from me.

“Long.” I sighed as flashbacks of that day’s events came to mind, “How was yours?”

Chris worked at a kid's TV show company with his best friend from college. They were both history majors who wanted to do more to interest people in the history of Loveland. So they started working on their own TV show shortly after Bart and I started making ours. His show was dedicated to the history of Loveland and the events that led to the happenings of today. The show was animated to lure the attention of kids but still had an alluring story to capture the interest of adults as well. Their show was slow to take off but I really saw some potential with it. I thought it was a really good way to get people to teach people the events of the past as to not recreate them, and I wanted Chris to know that I supported him. In fact, I was one of the first to invest in their company. Though I had to pay him anonymously. He would have never accepted my money if I had offered it outright to him. He was too modest for that. Or too prideful. Either way, he wasn’t going to take my money so I made it an offer he couldn’t refuse. 

“Same.” Chris sighed, “It’s hard to find someone who would be willing to fund such a small and underappreciated show. And before you offer,” Chris held a hand up to my mouth, which I had opened in protest, “I don’t need your money. I want to work for it.” I sighed and nodded, suppressing a smile.

“What, Sam and Ike get a hug and I don’t?!” Bart pulled Chris into a big hug, one Chris was happy to return. “Welcome home son!”

“Thanks, Pops!” Chris grunted from inside Bart’s tight grip. Bart dropped him and pushed him over to Lucien. “I would like to introduce one of my good friends, Lucien!” Chris put out his hand and Lucien accepted it.

“Hi! I’m Chris.” He said enthusiastically, shaking his hand.

“Lucien.” Lucien was a very patient man. Or very good at hiding his emotions. Either way it was commendable, “I’ve heard a lot about you. Your father is very proud of what you have accomplished in your show.” Chris looked taken aback. He chuckled nervously as his ears reddened. I arched my eyebrow. Lucien seemed to know how to make anyone flustered. I looked up at him and saw he was already looking at me. I tensed and quickly avoided his eyes. He wasn’t going to get me blushing next! I wouldn’t let him!… danggit.

“Your face is red, Ike.” Lucien asked, pulling my attention back to him, “Are you feeling well?” He raised a hand and held the back of it to my face. His hand cooled my burning cheeks. I quickly stepped away from him. 

“I’m fine.” I quickly said, straightening my flannel, “It’s just hot in here.” Lucien was quick to respond.

“I believe the fault of that falls entirely on you.”

Everyone’s mouths dropped as they turned to look at me. The flames on my cheeks intensified. Lucien’s stare was calm as he relished in the moment. This man…

I quickly regained my composure as I cleared my throat. “Well then I’ll leave to make things a little more comfortable for you guys.” I pushed past the crowd of testosterone to get to the kitchen, despite their playful pleads for me to stay. I walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter. If Lucien thinks he can just get away with something like that-

“I’m sorry Lulu.” Chris’s voice carried from the dining room, “Ikie has been that way for years. I’m afraid nothing has changed.” My hands tightened on the counter. There they go again. Apologizing for something I did. For something I wasn’t sorry about. Like what I felt was useless as long as their image came first. I was twenty-three years old. I wasn’t some child they could cover for. They had done this for years. I knew there was no chance they would stop.

“Don’t worry.” Lucien laughed, “It’ll take a lot more than that to scare me away. Trust me.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. If that’s what Lucien thinks then that night was going to be a long night.

(Next)

[witch-chester]

Where Mischief Lies Pt. 1

Mariah scanned through article after article. Major electric storms country wide. Countless reports of cattle being slaughtered. Farmers at ends rope over crops just withering and dying. From all of her training, both witch and hunter, it all pointed to demons. But all over the country? There had been a giant spike in demon activity over the past two years and it was starting to worry her. Most monsters had a purpose for killing no matter how horrible. Feeding mostly. Demons? They wiped out everything in their path just for the fun of it.

She sipped her coffee then choked. It hadn’t been that good to start with and now it was cold. Wrinkling her nose she set it back down and clicked on another news report, trying to find one closest to their current location. Before, Kit and her usually would try and get a house or apartment and leave on cases every once in while. Now, with all the activity and recent events it just seemed easier to constantly move. Life of a hunter.

Mariah glanced at her phone and bit her bottom lip. Dean had given her his primary cell phone number on their last meeting. Hunters had a network. They could call on one an at anytime for intel on a monster, questions about suspicious activity, and even help when needed. And because of who and what they are, the two of them had never had that. Mariah didn’t want to admit it but she actually liked knowing that she could call on someone if they needed help.

Since leaving New Orleans and the coven, it had only been Kit and her for the past four years. It had worked out mostly but there were times when their lack of backup and support had almost cost them their lives. Some witches were perfectly fine being solitary. Having grown up in such a large coven, Mariah sometimes missed the feeling of community and family it gave. No matter how bad it had been for them. The reason for their leaving was still valid and there was no way they could go back, but she still wished she had more people they could rely on.

Kit still wasn’t keen on the idea of making allies of the Winchesters. No matter how chummy she had become with Sam. But they might have an idea about all this demon activity.

Before she could reach for her phone, Kit walked in carrying grocery bags in one hand and a fast food bag in the other.

“I come bearing food!” She dropped the groceries by the stand holding up the crappy motel TV and walked over to the paper littered table. “Still at it I see.”

Mariah shrugged and pawed at the food bag. Research had absorbed her attention so much she hadn’t even noticed how hungry she really was. She eyed the grocery bags. “Did you get me my snack cakes?”

“Yes,” Kit answered with a sigh. She read over Mariah’s shoulder. “Demons?”

“Mmhmm,” replied Mariah over a mouth of french fries.

Kit pursed her lips and nodded. “Sounds like fun. Where are we heading?”

“Don’t know yet. Trying to find one close so we don’t have to travel a lot.”

Kit nodded and moved back. The glint of red caught Mariah’s eye. She worried her lip once again and asked, “You’re still wearing that thing?”

Kit touched the necklace. “I told you that it’s safe for me to wear. You felt the energy yourself. It’s way to Light to be dangerous.”

“Yes,” Mariah said hesitantly. “But the guy that attacked you for the necklace definitely is.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Yeah. You said that but I really don’t think.”

Kit help up a hand. “I’m not in danger. Stop worrying. Goddess you’re such a mom.”

Mariah’s cheeks puffed out. “That guy could have been a demon for all you know. With all this activity I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Kit laughed. “He wasn’t a demon. His Aura was whiter than yours Miss Lightbright.”

“A simple charm could.”

“What? Mask a demonic Aura from my Witch Sight. Mimi, he wasn’t a demon.

“Ok but obviously he isn’t a friendly ally either. He attacked you.”

“Only to get the necklace.”

“Yes and he might come back for it!”

“That’s the plan.”

Mariah recoiled. “What?”

Kit sighed and put down the sandwich she had been munching on. “I want him to find me. I want to know what is so important about this necklace and why it is charmed with an angelic protective charm.”

Mariah blinked. “It’s what?”

“The Enochian I read, it’s a protection charm. I’m curious as to why he wants it.”

Mariah just stared at her best friend and coven sister. It had been nearly a month since Kit had stolen the necklace and this was the first she was hearing of an angelic charm. Granted, angelic magic had always been a struggle for Mariah despite her being a Witch of Light, so this was Kit’s area of expertise. She knew that her friend wouldn’t do anything that could get herself killed. But still.

“I think you should get rid of it.”

“It’s not your choice Mariah.” Kit’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m only thinking of what’s best for us.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“Anything that involves you has everything to do with me.”

“I do what I want Mariah. Back off this.”

“Oooh cat fight. I came just in time.”

The girls immediately responded to the unfamiliar voice. Mariah jumped to her feet, pulling the silver pistol from her waist band and aiming it at the man lounging on one of the beds. His hair was golden brown and a mess of tousled waves. His face was smiling and far to calm for someone with two guns pointed at his head.

Before Mariah could bark out for him to explain himself, Kit yelled, “You!”

“Hello again, Sugarplum,” the man said with a smile and a wink. “Please don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show.” With a flick of his hand a bowl filled with popcorn appeared in his lap.

Mariah cocked her gun. “You have five seconds before I blow your brains out.”

“Won’t do a damn thing. Save your bullets for something it will actually kill.” He tossed a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

“How did you find me?” Kit asked next.

Mariah’s eyes shifted between the two. Kit had lowered her gun.“Wait, you know him?”

She nodded. “He’s the guy from the warehouse.”

Mariah’s finger twitched on the trigger. Less than a second later her hand was empty, gun gone.

“Calm your trigger finger toots. I have business with Cupcakes over here.”

“Don’t call me that!” Kit growled.

“What ever you say, Snickerdoodle.”

Kit growled and the hand holding her gun shook.

Mariah had enough. “Times up, Asshole.” She raised her hands, a spell to send him packing on her lips. Suddenly, her hands bound together with invisible restraints and her mouth was sealed shut.

“Give us a minute,” said the intruder. His fingers flicked and Mariah was shoved back into her chair.

“Let her go!” shouted Kit.

He smirked. “I will. Once we have a chat.”

“Let her go or I’ll sent you flying.”

He was gone in a blink. Hands wrapped around Kit’s waist, pulling her back against him. “Didn’t you learn last time how unsuccessful that was.” His warm breath tickled her ear. An unwelcome shiver spread over her body.

She could hear Mariah’s muffled shrieks and the sounds of her kicking at the table next to them.

The man behind her sighed. “We need quiet,” he whispered to her. Then to Mariah. “I’ll return her safely.” And before Kit could even think, wind rushed around her and the world went dark.

Mariah gasped for air as her mouth finally was able to open and her body was released from what ever spell that man had put her under. She jumped up and scanned the room frantically. They were gone. She had seem them just disappeared before her eyes. Panic set in and her whole body started shaking. She snatched her phone and dialed the first person she could think of.

“Who is this and how did you get this number?”

Mariah felt tears form at the sound of Dean’s gruff voice. “Dean?” His name came out cracked and weak.

“Mariah?”

“Dean, I need help.” She couldn’t stop the panic or the shaking in her voice.

“Sweetheart, calm down. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

She couldn’t respond right away. Her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor. Full blown sobs left her body now. She could hear Dean curse and say soothing words to try and calm her.

“Kit’s gone.” She finally was able to get out.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Some guy just showed up in our motel room and and took her.”

“Was it a hunter?”

“No. I don’t know what he was. He had powers but I know he’s not a witch. Dean, I can’t lose her.”

“Calm down, sweetheart.” She heard a slight rustling and Dean’s voice ask, “Can you track her phone?”

Mariah took deep breaths and tried to calm herself. Sam’s voice was muffled then Dean came back on. “We are three hours away from you. Stay right where you are.”

“Okay.” She hated how little and pitiful her voice sounded.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and the calm faded. Mariah let the tears fall now. She had failed. Her only job was to keep her sister safe and she had failed.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Kit knew she wasn’t in her and Mariah’s motel room. The bed she was currently laying in was far too soft and comfortable. The smell of the room far to pleasant. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing level. If her kidnapper was near by, she didn’t want to alert him to her consciousness. Flexing and shifting her muscles ever so slightly, she was able to take a mental evaluation of her body. Nothing felt broken or hurt.

“I know you’re awake.”

Kit sighed and slowly sat up. The feeling of silk on her skin startled her. “You changed my clothes?” Her voice cracked from the high pitch.

Her capture smiled. “Well of course. You were far to undressed.”

Kit stood and stared down at the floor length silver silk gown. It was fitted to every curve of her body. The neck line was a low V halter with thin ribbon like ties around her neck. The back was dropped low to just above her butt. The heaviness at her ears told her that some kind of outrageous earring were dangling there.

Heat burned her face, equal parts embarrassment and anger. “Why in hell am I wearing this?”

His face looked wounded. “What wrong? You don’t like the color?”

“Why in hell did you undress me?”

He looked confused, then laughter burst out. “Oh sweet sugar drop, I didn’t touch you. Not like that. All it take is a snap of my fingers.” And his fingers snapped and the dress changed to night black.

Kit’s hand went to her throat and she let out a breath of relief when she felt the necklace still there.

He noticed her movement and nodded. “I’m not going to take it from you.”

She raised an eye brow. “Then why am I here?”

His smiled turned dark and mischievous. “Curiosity. And dinner of course.”

Kit noticed he was also in formal attire. The black tuxedo fit him well. His hair was tamed and smoothed back from his face. A knot of attraction twisted in her stomach. “I’m not having dinner with you.”

He sighed. “I could have killed you and your friend. Doesn’t that give me an ounce of trust.”

“No.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough. I promise you answers then.”

Her curiosity was also pricked. That’s what she wanted. The necklace was a whole mess of questions. “Okay. Dinner for answers.”

He smiled. “Shall we then?” He help out his hand to her.

“First. One question needs answered. Who are you?”

His smile widened. “You can call me Loki.”

[kookadoodle]

Something Between Us (Pt 1)

PLOT: Being best friends with Min Yoongi is not always the easiest thing to do. Especially, when he finds out about your blooming relation to one popular friend of his - Jeon Jungkook.

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader (ft. Yoongi and the other boys) GENRE: fluff, F2L!AU WARNINGS: swearing, a little angsty but lots of fluff WORDCOUNT: 5.5k A/N: my first series is of my main babe ofc x

Pt 2 ♥

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{Y/N’s POV}

I come home to an empty house and I barely notice how the feeling of loneliness pierces me yet again. I have grown used to being alone, but still, I find myself surprised by being left behind by my parents, leaving me a simple note on the fridge, saying, “We will be back in two weeks, money is on the counter”. I sigh as I stare at it, letting my bag fall from my grip, sliding down beside me. I stare at the cursive writing left by my mother on a piece of paper that feels as if it means more to her than I do by now. I know that it is not true, yet if actions speak louder than words, I believe them leaving me a twelve-worded note means less than the fourteen days of their absence. At least I can leave my bag on the floor without being scolded for it. I guess that is a pro. 

I walk back out the way I came, heading for the mailbox out front. I check it and pull out the letter for my father, which I know I will be forced to look at, lying on the dresser in the hallway until they return. My depressed train of thought is suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice. “Did they leave?” Yoongi asks me and I look up, meeting the eyes of my next-door neighbor and best friend. He leans against the mailbox with a disappointed look on his face, mirroring my own. He has lived next to me for the past five years and despite our differences, our similarities brought us together. “Yeah,” I sigh, not bothering to crack a joke as usual. I hate them for leaving me yet again without telling me in advance. I sometimes wonder if they regret having me and are simply living their lives as if canceling me is an option somehow. I know it sounds depressing, but it is true. “Okay,” he says and grabs my wrist, pulling me with him towards his house. “Yoongi, what are you doing?” I ask, scolding him for his tight grip on me. Yoongi might have skinny arms, but he is too strong for me to bother trying to resist. “You are hanging out with me tonight,” he says, pulling me along as if I do not have a choice. I groan yet let him have his way.

We step inside his house and take off our shoes in sync. I notice the chaotic noises coming from his living room “Who do you have over?” I ask in a hushed voice, not wanting his company to hear me. A strained smile forces itself across Yoongi’s face as he avoids my gaze. “Please do not tell me they are all here,” I say as I place my hands over my face in dread. “It’s kind of a sleepover thing,” he says hesitant, knowing it will send me running for the hills. “I am going home, I will not interrupt your bonding-time,” I say, reaching for my shoes. Yoongi grabs my arm, stopping me in my motion. “You are not going home, spending your Friday night in an empty house,” he says seriously, looking me in the eyes. I groan again, letting my shoe fall from my hand in defeat. “I will kill you, Min Yoongi,” I scold him again for forcing me to stay and be social. I do not want to be social, especially around his fuck-boy friends. He tugs on my arm and I follow him into the living room, not knowing what to expect from the rest of the evening.

“Hey guys, Y/N is joining us,” Yoongi says aloud, making the guys on the cornered couch look up and over at me. Five gazes fall upon me, making me unsure of what to do. “Sure, she is welcome,” Namjoon says with a distracted smile, mind still wrapped in the current conversation between the boys. I stand awkwardly, waiting for the worst part to fade. I watch them return to their interrupted chattering. They are all very different, yet somehow, they get along, complimenting each other well. That is one of the reasons I feel so misplaced here when the guys are over. Even though I probably feel most at home here out of all of his friends, I turn into a shy and insecure mush around them. No one can really blame me though. It does not make it easy for me that they are all extremely attractive and have girls pining for them. I never took enough time to truly crush on them myself, but their presence still makes me a flustered mess. “You can sit here, if you want,” Hoseok says with a big smile, gesturing to the seat next to him on the couch. His smile is the brightest I have ever seen, and I almost forget to return it. I snap out of my thoughts before they disappear into an embarrassing dream-like state. “Thanks,” I say, finally smiling back as I sit down next to him. “So, what are we watching?” I ask, trying to ease into the conversation. “Just some lame k-drama that Jimin suggested,” Namjoon says, shoving at Jimin’s shoulder. “Hey, I just said it had gotten some good reviews lately,” Jimin defends himself as he hides his pearly-white grin behind his hand. “You just can’t admit that you love this stuff,” Taehyung chimes in on teasing his friend. Jimin laughs it off as he runs a hand through his blonde locks. Yoongi leans a knee on the armrest beside me and I relax in his presence. “Speaking of love,” Hoseok says and turns to me, eyes filled with unanswered questions and mischief. “Are you and Yoongi dating?” he asks bluntly, and a chuckle escapes him. Suddenly, I feel my cheeks blushing and eyes widen. “No, we are not, but that does not mean any of you are allowed to come near her,” Yoongi quickly states, looking over at his friends. I want to curl into a ball and roll out of here, but sadly, I am stuck. The doorbell rings, saving the room from an awkward silence. “Y/N, would you get it? I don’t wanna leave you alone with these losers,” Yoongi says, earning a few snickers from his friends. “Yeah, I guess,” I say, getting up from my seat. Normally, I would have told him to get the door himself, but I kind of want to escape from the subject, Hoseok had brought up. As soon as I am standing, he falls into my seat and I raise an eyebrow at him. He just smiles at me with his gummy smile and I let it slide for now.

I walk to the front door and open it up, meeting eyes with the missing member of the group. Jeon Jungkook. He looks up from behind the stacked pizza boxes and as he meets my gaze, he frowns slightly surprised. “Y/N?” he says, confused by my presence. “Am I at the wrong house again?” he asks, stepping back to look at the house number. Jungkook is probably the one out of the group that I know the best besides Yoongi. For several times over the past three years, Jungkook has shown up at my doorstep instead of Yoongi’s, mistaking my house for the neighboring one. We would never talk much, but the small encounters did result in a slightly less awkward vibe between the two of us surprisingly enough. But you do not have to know Jungkook personally to know him, since he also is the one with the most well-known reputation, told from a line of girls’ mouths. “You are at the right house,” I smile, taking a step back and opening the door for him to walk inside. “Good,” he chuckles and steps in. He is wearing a black t-shirt and slim jeans, hugging his thighs as if they were made for him. I take a peak, trying not to be obvious and of course I fail at that, sending myself into a moment of scarring awkwardness. An awkwardness I was already trying to avoid by opening the door in the first place. Jungkook meets my eyes and smirks, raising an eyebrow at my almost stalker-like gaze. “Could you take these for a second?” he asks and hands me the pizzas, ignoring my flustered state and saving my ass from embarrassment. He bends down to take off his shoes before returning to me. He reaches to take back the boxes yet places his hands on top of mine. His gaze locks on me and a small blush creeps onto my cheeks. “Thanks,” he says and a smile tugs on his lips as he pulls the boxes closer. I try to smile and hide how much he affects me. Jungkook never acts as the playboy he is known as when I meet him. I guess, either his reputation is misleading, or he is a bigger flirt than I am imagining. Or -- maybe he is just not into me. I depressingly assume it is the latter, taking he has never made a move on me. I would lie if I said it did not sting since he seems as the kind of guy to make a move on every girl that he meets. Everyone except me, I guess. He walks into the living room and is immediately greeted by his friends. “There he is, the man of the hour,” Jin says as he walks over to him. “You just say that because I brought food,” Jungkook smiles and Jin laughs in return. “You are absolutely right,” Jin adds and takes the pizza boxes from Jungkook’s grip. Jungkook looks back at me and shakes his head at Jin’s comment. I smile slightly, feeling as if he is trying to include me. Or maybe I am reading too much into it. That is what I hate about being around these guys. Even though I rarely meet them, they tend to make me question everything about myself, when I do.

“Let’s eat!” Jin says, placing down the pizzas proudly on the table as if he were the one, providing them. All the guys gather around the food and I lean against the armrest by Yoongi. “There is plenty of food, so just eat with us,” Yoongi says to me without the others overhearing it. I smile accepting of his offer and sit down on a pillow on the floor, copying Taehyung at the opposite end of the table. “Thanks,” I say, smiling up at Yoongi. He smiles back as he ruffles my hair a little. “Here you go,” Hoseok says and hands me a piece on a plate. “Thanks,” I say, and he smiles back. Jungkook returns from the bathroom and despite the free spot on the couch, he joins me on the floor. “Yoongi-hyung, could you grab a slice for me?” Jungkook asks and is given a plate. He shifts to place himself comfortably and ends up grazing his knee against my thigh. I subtly look over at him and notice that he is unbothered by the contact. I take a bite of my pizza and try not to let it fluster me as I convince myself that he has not even noticed our closeness.

After we have eaten, the boys decide it is time to play video games. They set it up and minutes later, they are already being loud.  “How come your parents aren’t home?” I ask Yoongi, making conversation just between the two of us. “They are visiting my aunt and uncle for the weekend,” he says unbothered by their absence. I wish I could feel the same. “What about yours? What are they doing this time?” he asks, looking down at me on the floor before him. “You tell me,” I huff, getting slightly uncomfortable by the thought. “Sorry,” Yoongi says and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. I feel an unexpected tear starting to form and I panic slightly. “Can I borrow your charger?” I ask as I get up from the floor, not wanting to break down in front of the school’s popular group and heartbreakers. “Sure,” Yoongi says slightly concerned. “It’s in my room,” he adds. “Cool,” I say and head towards the stairs. I want to tell him what is bothering me, but I am not even sure where or how to start. I walk upstairs and enter his bedroom, sitting myself down on his bed. I relax my shoulders and exhale, but soon I can feel my eyes watering. A tear escapes and I tilt my head to the side in annoyance. We have been through this too many times, I think to myself. I too often find myself in this position, tears falling down my face as I feel utterly helpless. I should be happy to have the house to myself, but how can I, when I only ever find myself alone? Left behind with nothing but an amount of money to prove how much I am worth to my parents. Why do I even still let it affect me so much? Suddenly, I notice a presence by the door. I look up and meet eyes with Jungkook, standing in the doorframe with furrowed brows. “Are you okay?” he asks hesitantly, worry staining his features. I quickly dry off the tear on my cheek and stand up. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just looking for Yoongi’s charger,” I say, failing to lie. He stands there for a moment, still and looking at me, trying to read me, it seems. He might be having an inner debate on whether or not to call me out on my untrue claim. To my surprise, he decides to play it cool and leave the truth untold. Jungkook then walks into the room and looks around for a second. “Here it is,” he says and pulls the charger out of the plug on the wall. He hands it to me and smiles. I know that he knows I was crying, but it is kind of him to pretend he does not. “Thank you,” I say, smiling back gratefully. “Anytime,” he says back in a raspy voice that surprises us both a little. He clears his throat and chuckles, gently blushing. I feel my stomach, tying a knot on itself as I notice his eyes are hiding from mine. Is he being shy around me? I ponder but quickly brush it aside, not wanting to make up false stories in my head. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you, I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he states sincerely. “It’s all good, don’t worry about it,” I say, while a part of me long for a deeper explanation from him – wanting to hear sentences alike, falling from his lips. “Good,” he says shortly and smiles back. I plug in my phone before we make our way back downstairs.

“Do you have popcorn?” I ask as we return to the others. Yoongi looks up and notices Jungkook and I entering the living room together. His brows furrow and his expression turns unreadable. “They are in the cabinet,” he then says and looks back to the TV. I make my way to the kitchen as Jungkook is handed the controller by Jimin to take his turn to play. I quickly find the box, taking one out and placing it in the microwave. As I wait for the popcorn to finish, I lean against the kitchen counter and look at my feet. I wiggle them, desperate to entertain myself or maybe just distract myself from my current state of mind. Then Yoongi walks in and I look up, meeting his gaze as an unexpected silence falls. “They take a long time to pop,” I say drained from energy. Yoongi smiles at my lame attempt to make conversation. “Are you okay?” he asks, stepping closer to me. He looks at me intently as if he is trying to read my thoughts yet is only met with a sigh. “I am fine, okay? I just wish they had said something, so I wouldn’t have to impose on you guys,” I say apologetically. “You are not imposing,” he says. “I am more worried of them imposing on you since they are all fucking players,” he states, making me chuckle. “I might just have met them a few times, but they seem nice,” I say, trying to hold back a blush. He studies my face and I hope he does not notice. “They are only nice because you are a friend of mine,” he says, trying to warn me. I scoff, acting as if my pride has been hurt. He shoves my shoulder a tad and I laugh. “Anyways, just tell me if you want to talk,” he says. I nod in return. He then turns around and walks back into the living room.

{Jungkook’s POV}

I burst out into laughter as I finally beat Taehyung, the screen reading a big fat K.O. He hits me on the shoulder as he sighs deeply, irritated by my win of the first round. “I hate that you’re so good at this,” he mumbles, and I grin smugly. He does not like that either, but I find his irritation amusing. As the game loads, he turns to me. “So, how did your date go earlier? Did you get lucky?” Tae asks, a teasing glint in his eyes. I scoff as I replay the moments in my head, trying to decide what to say about it. I guess it was fine. I have known long about Hailie’s crush on me and the boys have too, teasing me about it for weeks. So, I finally chose to give her a shot, asking her out. I mean, she is hot and seems like decent company, so why not? We went for coffee and she went on and on about how much she had longed for some time alone with me. I was flattered and all but getting girls to say things like that has just been too easy lately. She was as well, which is why we ended up at her place with her face pushed into the pillows of her bed. We both got what we wanted, but now I am not so sure about what to do. It kind of just feels dull. “Let me just say that she probably needs to change her sheets,” I grin, and Tae fist bumps me proudly. “That’s what I am talking about,” Tae smirks and pads my shoulder a few times. “Taehyung, let Namjoon have a go,” Yoongi interrupts, not feeling amused by the topic of our conversation. I look back at him and notice that he seems off tonight. I do not know what it is, but something is bothering him, and he clearly was not into the gossip like Tae was. Tae gets up and Namjoon takes his place, getting ready for his obvious defeat.

{Y/N’s POV}

I bring two bowls of popcorn into the living room and place them on the table. The guys greet me with enthusiasm, digging into the snack immediately. “You are my hero,” Jimin says, smiling at me widely. My guts do a flip as I study his teeth shaped in by a perfect set of pinkish pouty lips and his eyes shaped like crescents. I grin back at him and place myself on the couch between Yoongi and Taehyung, hoping no one is noticing my clear infatuation with them all. Get a fucking grip, Y/N! I scream internally at myself. Luckily, they are all following the screen, watching Jungkook and Namjoon play. “Don’t let him win! His ego is already too inflated,” Taehyung yells eagerly at Namjoon, wanting him to wipe the floor with Jungkook. I chuckle at that and Taehyung smiles at me. “Namjoon-hyung is useless. Maybe you should beat Jungkook for us?” he says as looks me in the eyes. I study them for a moment, registering his question in my mind along with the millions of stars I see in his irises. I snap about of it before it turns unnatural. “I would, but I am really shitty at this game,” I claim, and he laughs with me. “You are probably better than you think, you are,” he smiles as his gaze returns to look ahead. I feel a slight fluttering in my chest at his words of encouragement. So much for getting that grip, huh? I think to myself. “At least you can’t be as bad as Jin-hyung,” Jimin says with a wide smile spread across his face. Jin immediately turns to Jimin by his side with a look of disbelief. “Are you trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N? Who do you think you are?” he scolds and Jimin crumbles into a ball of pure amusement. “Sorry hyung, but it’s true,” he smiles with a teasing look in his eyes. Jin is not having it. “We will go next, Park Jimin, and I will show you how much better at it I am than you!” Jin states proudly, impatient to prove his statement wrong. Yoongi leans back grinning at the drama unfolding and I find myself leaning onto him. I pull my legs up under me and I rest my head on his shoulder as I have done many times before. The mood settles down into a more relaxed vibe and I get comfortable in my anonymity with everyone’s focus on the screen. Suddenly, I notice the exhaustion overtake me as I am resting on Yoongi’s shoulder. I widen my eyes and try to fight it, yet a few minutes later I doze off.

{Jungkook’s POV}

“Don’t wake her up,” Yoongi says hushed as Y/N is sleeping against him. “but hyung, what do you want us to do?” I ask quietly, wanting to help. She has slept against him for about half an hour and he does not want to wake her up already, but it is problematic since he really has to go to the bathroom. “Take my place,” Yoongi says, looking at me. The other guys look at me as well, waiting for my reaction. “I don’t know, hyung,” I say hesitantly. “Jungkook, do as I say and take my place, so I can go and take a piss,” he says, scolding me for taking so long. “Okay,” I say, giving in and stepping closer. I know he is serious when he is ordering me to do it. He is always telling me to stay away from her. I cannot really blame him though, given my history with girls. It is not like I am doing it to hurt anyone, I am just not a relationship kind of guy. The girls know it and Yoongi definitely knows it as well. But I do not think Y/N does and some part of me wants to keep it that way. Yoongi leans a bit forward, so I can slide in and replace him by her side. He rises from his seat and Y/N places her sleeping head softly on my shoulder. Yoongi steps away and the guys return their eyes to the TV after realizing nothing crazy is going to happen. I try to focus on the game as well, but I am distracted by the odd sensation in my chest. A familiar sensation when it comes to Y/N. As the others are not paying attention, I look over and study the part of her face that I am able to see. She is pretty. I wonder why she was so upset earlier. I did not expect to see her like that and I really wanted to comfort her, but it would have been weird since we do not know each other that well. Even sitting here with her head on my shoulder feels so intimate and I do not know if she would want to be if she was awake right now. I hope she would. I suddenly feel her shifting a bit, wrapping her arm around me in her sleep. My body stiffens, but I immediately try to relax, wanting to make her comfortable. Why am I so nervous? I take a breath and try to focus back on the TV. I fail.

{Y/N’s POV}

My eyes flutter open slowly, clearing my sleepy vision. “Y/N,” I hear a hushed voice say gently beside me. I lift my head and notice how I am only inches away from Jungkook’s face with my arm around his waist. I fell asleep. I pull back my arm, removing it from him and I am almost certain that his expression turns slightly disappointed. Did I fall asleep against Jungkook? I am confused. “I-I’m sorry,” I stutter quietly, trying not to look at him directly as I feel embarrassment overtake me. He chuckles softly. “It’s fine, it was pretty cozy,” he says with a cheeky grin, trying to lock eyes with me. I blush slightly, trying to avoid his gaze. Looking around, I notice the living room is empty besides us. “Where did they go?” I ask, my voice still lazed with tiredness. “They are just setting up the rooms to sleep,” Jungkook explains, trying not to speak too loudly for me. It feels very intimate with his hushed voice and warmth still lingering between us. “Yoongi told me to wake you since he wants you to have his bed,” Jungkook says and tenses up a little. He bites his bottom lip and studies my face for a reaction. “Where will he sleep then?” I ask confused and a satisfied smile forces itself on Jungkook. I look back over at him and capture his gaze, noticing it does not falter. Then it slowly falls to my lips and I am suddenly made aware of the soft expression on his features, the slight darkness of his eyes. I find myself wondering what he is thinking right now, and I can feel in my gut that I am hoping for one thing in particular. One thing, that I have previously doubted to happen up until now. “Jungkook, you are sleeping with Namjoon and Jin-hyung, Taehyung and Jimin took the guestroom,” Yoongi says as he enters the room and Jungkook pulls back from me. “Y/N, you get my bed tonight,” he adds, and I rise from my seat. “Yoongi, I will just go home, I live right next door,” I say, gesturing to my house through the window. I notice how dark and empty it looks from here. I think Yoongi sees it too. “No, you will stay and eat breakfast with us in the morning,” Yoongi states firmly. “But three people in one bed? Jungkook can’t possibly…” I start, but I am interrupted. “It’s fine, Y/N. Please, just go get some rest,” Jungkook says, rising to his feet. I look over at him to catch his eyes, yet he is looking at Yoongi instead. There he goes again, confusing me. Maybe I am overthinking the moment we just shared. I feel the tiredness kick in again. “I will, then,” I say and walk away from them, making my way upstairs.

{Jungkook’s POV}

I watch her leave my side and I feel her taking her warmth with her. I find myself studying her form, wanting to join her upstairs, but I also know that she is not the type of girl, who will let me into her bed so easily. I cannot say I would mind if she did, though. I then look over at Yoongi again, whose eyes surprisingly stare daggers into my soul. “I’ll just go,” I say awkwardly, trying to avoid the tension between us. I do not know why he is annoyed with me tonight, but I ignore it as other thoughts are occupying my mind. Thoughts of her, which will not so easily escape me. “Night, hyung,” I say as I pass him. “Night,” he says back. Hoseok walks by me with a bunch of pillows in his grip, grazing me with them as he passes. “Sleep tight, Jungkookie,” he says with a gesturing expression. Unaware of his intention, I just say it back. I walk upstairs to the room opposite Yoongi’s. I look over for a moment and I consider knocking on her door, but I stop myself and join the guys instead. I step inside and the bed is already occupied. “Ah, Jungkookie, did you come to say goodnight?” Jin says as he rubs his hands in some cream. “Yoongi-hyung says, I have to sleep in here with you guys,” I state, noticing just how small the bed seems now. They exchange looks and suddenly a wide grin is on both their faces. “I think you can find a better option than that,” Namjoon chuckles as he gets under the covers. I sigh with a frown, taking a moment to gather what they mean. “You know, I can’t do that,” I sigh, crossing my arms. “You will just have to sleep on the floor then, I guess,” Jin smiles proudly as he spreads out, filling up all the space left in the bed. I rub my face in my hands, debating whether I should do it or not. I really do want to, but I know it will cause trouble. But then again, when were I ever the one to shy away from a challenge? “Goodnight, then,” I say as I side-eye them, taking in their smug looking faces. I close the door behind me and I sigh, looking across the hall. Will she even want me in there? I ask myself. I step over and lift my fist. I hold it in the air for a second as I tilt my head, contemplating my options. I decide to knock.

{Y/N’s POV}

“Come in,” I say, not knowing who or what to expect. The door opens half way up and Jungkook peeks out his head, looking over at me with an unsure expression. “Hi,” he says shyly, playing with the wooden door. “Hi,” I say back, lifting myself up on my elbows in the bed. Not knowing what to do, I pull my hair behind my ears just to do something with my hands. I then settle them interlinked across my stomach, feeling as awkward as ever but I do not think Jungkook is noticing. He seems too occupied with his own thoughts. “I wanted to ask if… you would maybe let me join you in here, since the guys kind of kicked me out of the room just now,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. He reminds me of a little boy, asking for permission so shyly. Somehow his flustered state makes mine less dominant, bringing a more confident attitude forward in me. “If you are uncomfortable, I will just find somewhere else,” he states quickly, not wanting to come off like a perve, I presume. “It’s okay, there is plenty of room,” I say, gesturing to the empty side of the bed. I scooch over a bit, making more room, slightly surprised by my own actions. “Thanks,” he smiles relieved as he enters and closes the door behind him. He steps closer and sits down on the edge of the bed, eyes barely leaving mine as if he is searching for confirmation. “Jungkook, it really is fine, just make yourself comfortable,” I smile as I lay back down, trying to do the same. I hope my outer self is not as blubbery as my insides feel right now. “Okay, good,” he says and shakes his head a little, grinning at himself. He takes off his pants and socks, before getting under the covers beside me. He takes out his phone, checking a few things before placing it on the nightstand by the bed. Then silence falls, and he just lies there for a second, staring out into the slight darkness of the room. I exhale, relaxing into the depths of the mattress. “I’m glad you came today,” Jungkook says quietly, breaking the silence. I am stunned by his statement, feeling my stomach do the twist for the third time today. What does he mean by that? I look over at him and notice his peaceful features. He notices but does not look back at me as if he suddenly feels exposed by his own words. “Me too,” I answer, and a soft smile lights up his worried expression. “Good,” he sighs eased and turns to his side, facing away from me. I look at his back for a moment and wonder why he is being so nice to me. From what Yoongi has told me, Jungkook would either be all over a girl or not show interest in her at all, depending on his plans with her. Right now, I feel as if I am finding myself in some middle ground between the two. Maybe it is just a friendship in the making? I think, and then I turn my back as well, relaxing until I fall asleep beside him.

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Youth (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 4)

Song: Youth by Daughter (also from the Life is Strange franchise try and stop me)

Need to Catch Up? PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 

Want More? PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16  PART 17 PART 18  PART 19

Word Count: 2462

A/N: Like I said, the next few parts will take a few days to come out. I am feeling hella better today, so I will probably try to get part 5 done today and post it soon. I am working every day next week, so I will attempt to get some things done soon. I will do my best to keep you updated as much as I can, even if it’s 3 in the morning or something. My goal is still the 22 of August, so everything should be posted by then! I also did decide to add a taglist, so feel free to let me know if you want to be on that! I also saw something that said people from New Jersey like this place called Wawa’s? I did my best to include that (because I go to school in New York and I know how big Wegman’s is, I assumed Wawa’s is similar). 

Trigger Warnings: anxious Jeremy, mediocre boyfriend, self depreciating thoughts

Taglist: @retrogarden 

He wasn’t sure how he’d done it, but you two actually ended up talking for an hour or so. Jeremy double checked that everything was okay with you, and asked about how you’d been since graduation. You replied rather quickly, almost putting his poor response time (due to double checking with Michael on each response) to shame. You also often mirrored his responses, putting one word answers followed by questions in an attempt to keep the conversation going. Jeremy was grateful and shocked that you even wanted to talk to him. He got nervous as the hour went on, however. Your responses kept getting spacier and spacier until you finally said you had to go. You apologized for the way you were acting before saying goodbye to him, and Jeremy was very confused. It was almost like you were trying to be over polite. He pushed the thought away as he gave Michael a high five. This was an accomplishment; Jeremy finally talked to you without stuttering and making a fool of himself.

The next time you two saw each other, it was at Rich’s bonfire. It was shocking that Rich was even having his annual bonfire, but he did it as redemption for what happened a year and a half ago at Jake Dillinger’s Halloween party. Plus, he wanted to invite all of his new friends to a special get together that may have been overly exclusive before. Now was a time of acceptance. They accepted him; he would do the same for them.

And of course, since it’s Rich and he knows a lot of people, not only was the whole SQUIP-Squad invited, but so was your best friend, your boyfriend, and you. Of course, you’d be there with your boyfriend, but Jeremy’s heart did sink a little bit when he didn’t see you arrive as soon as the bonfire started. He had seen somewhere that you picked up a Summer job, one that maybe was perfect for your tastes. However, that job prevented him from seeing you. And while he was happy about your freedom and independence as a person, he did miss your smiling face, even if it was often accompanied by your boyfriend. Jeremy still had to admit, you two were a cute couple.

The party was actually pretty fun. Both Michael and Jeremy were reluctant to go, but it was nice to just sit and talk with some friends. There were snacks and because it was a bonfire, there were of course smores. The group took turns cooking and eating marshmallows over the fire, not a care on anyone’s shoulders. Your boyfriend was asked when you would show, and he just shrugged and switched back to being on his phone for a little bit.

At about 9:30, you showed up, smile on your face and dressed in sweats. You must’ve just gotten off of a shift and went home to change. Jeremy couldn’t help but find beauty in your exhaustion. From your messy hair to the slight bags under your eyes. He couldn’t pull his mind away from picturing your head resting on his shoulder, and you being fast asleep as some lame sitcom plays in the background. He wanted to see his navy cardigan on you so badly, but knew that right now was not the time to confess his feelings.

And through the exhaustion, Jeremy could see a wild light in your eyes as the group decided to play Never Have I Ever. He never saw you as a risk taker, but rebellion ablaze in your eyes, he knew that first impressions of you were merely the surface of your personality. Even though he had been taking notice of you and your habits, this was an entirely new experience with you.

The game started innocently. For some reason, everyone was playing it safe. Jeremy knew why he was playing it safe. Any Never Have I Ever statements from him weren’t embarrassing, and he was trying his best to be discreet with his claps. The one thing he didn’t want to do is ruin is possible chances with you in the future. Not that he wanted you and your boyfriend to break up, but like maybe in the future, if you were willing, Jeremy didn’t want to ruin his chances with you. Even if that meant just being friends.

As the games passed, the statements did get dirtier. Jeremy started sweating for some of the statements and didn’t even clap for others. His numbers just silently went down. But some of the times he didn’t clap were because he wasn’t paying attention to the game. He was watching the light of the bonfire dance on your face and noticed how your demeanor reflected the warmth of the fire. He had never seen you act so extraverted in his life. You were comfortable. You were yourself.

What he really marveled at as the games got dirtier was your lack of judgement. You didn’t care about the numbers that people held up, from Brooke’s 2 to Christine’s 6. You listened and clapped appropriately, excitement flying out with your giggles and statements. You made cute faces at other people, teasingly getting angry at them for making you clap.

A game and a half later, you became quiet. The rebellion in your eyes faltered before disappearing all together. Jeremy’s heart sank. Your fake smile had made a return and your eyes fixated on a single point in the distance. It was almost like you were dissociating but at a very specific point. Fear crept into your features, your face getting paler by the millisecond. He followed your gaze to across the circle. Why were you looking at Chloe like that? Yeah, she wasn’t very nice for years, but she’s better now and working on herself. She apologized and has been making things right for months. Through all the confusion, he decided to look at little beyond the circle.

There it was.

Your boyfriend was staring at you, a look of disapproval on his face. His lip pouted into a frown, his eyes not leaving yours. He had that icy glare that Jeremy recalled from the senior cruise. Jeremy knew how it felt to be stared as if you had done something wrong, even when you weren’t doing anything. That glare seemed familiar to your boyfriend, almost like he had made the same face at you many times before. His friend asked him something, and he turned from you, a smile stretching his lips from the pucker of his frown.

The game finally ended, and Jeremy was going over to say something to you. You needed a friend right now and probably some comfort. But the party was pretty much over and he didn’t want to make things worse between you and your boyfriend. So he let you be your own person.

People were walking around and asking for rides, and Jeremy could hear your boyfriend asking for a ride from you. Now that was a wild thing to hear. Your boyfriend lived in the opposite direction of your house, it would not only be out of your way, but it would be the opposite direction that you needed to go. It was getting late; and Jeremy knew that you had a shift earlier that day. Exhaustion had painted your features before, so asking you for a ride almost seemed…rude.

“I have a flight to catch in like 8 hours and I still have to pack. I don’t have time to drive you home tonight. I’m really sorry,” you responded, voice only slightly wavering.

“Shit, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry.”

Jeremy could practically hear your boyfriend’s eyeroll, but was happy that you stood up for yourself. He took a glance over, not sure why his concern for your safety sky rocketed, and watched your boyfriend desert you in hopes of finding a ride. His eyes lingered as your eyes flicked towards your best friend. It was almost like a secret code, one similar to the way Michael and Jeremy talked around others. Your eyes turned into a way of begging, your best friend staring into your soul with a blank expression. They moved swiftly over to your boyfriend, after about 20 seconds of your secret facial expression language. Your best friend offered him a ride and you thanked her endlessly.

Soon enough, the party goers were leaving, and Michael suggested that he and Jeremy go home. The two walked to Michael’s P.T. Cruiser, Michael jingling his keys in his hands. It almost kept Jeremy from hearing your conversation with your boyfriend. Almost. He couldn’t quite make out the words the two of you said to one another, but as soon as he heard silence between you and your boyfriend happened, Jeremy’s head whipped around so fast Michael thought he’d get whiplash. But as soon as Jeremy’s eyes landed on you two, his heart sunk. Your boyfriend was kissing you. The kiss deepened and Jeremy tore his eyes away. He immediately looked at the pavement and could feel Michael’s hand on his shoulder as the slushie enthusiast unlocked the car. The tall boy couldn’t take PDA between you and your boyfriend right now. It not only broke his heart, but gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed his pride as he climbed into the side of Michael’s passenger seat.

Since it was the summer before everyone went to college, Jeremy thought he’d never see you again. It was at that point that he hoped that somehow you’d connect years later, probably sometime when Jeremy wasn’t such a dork. That’s why he was so surprised to see you at Wawa’s one day in the middle of July. He was there with Jake and Rich to get some snacks for a movie night that would be hosted at Jenna’s house later that night.

Jeremy ran into you trying to grab some chips from the top shelf. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as you attempted to grab the bag; your height not being tall enough to grab ahold of it. You were adorable, lip pouted out in concentration, eyes determined to grab the chip bag, coffee in your other hand. You gave up after what felt like seconds to Jeremy, he could watch you being absolutely cute for hours, if not, days. You began to turn away, or maybe looking for a way to climb the shelves without getting caught.

“I can get that bag for you, if you want,” Jeremy said, walking quickly towards you. You smiled that amazing smile, the one that made Jeremy’s heart melt. He grabbed the bag with ease. His hands were just a little sweaty, and he prayed that you wouldn’t notice.

You took the bag, smile only growing wider. “Thank you so much, Jeremy.”

“You’re welcome,” he managed to say without a stutter. “I’ll see you later,” Jeremy smiled before walking off to meet up with Jake and Rich.

“Yeah, Jeremy I’ll see you around!” You mirrored his actions before walking up to the front to pay.

He found Rich and Jake pretty quickly about that encounter. Jeremy felt like he was moving at the speed of light, everything was zooming by in soft focus. You had talked to him. You had been sweet and nice and treated him like a human being. You were grateful for his presence and his help, even if it seemed like you didn’t need it at first. It was almost domestic, it was something Jeremy wanted with you. He could practically picture getting glasses for you from the top shelf of cabinets and going grocery shopping with you. He wanted that.

But as soon as he realized that he wanted that, his head altered the image. He wouldn’t get that. Your boyfriend probably did that for you already. You two probably watched movies together, he probably got glasses down for you, you two probably play video games every Saturday and live quite a domestic life outside of school. You two were close, no doubt about it. In the last year, it seemed like you two spent the most time with one another. Actually he couldn’t recall a time that he saw you two apart other than classes and this encounter at Wawa’s with you. Jeremy wasn’t sure if he was jealous or if it was actually strange that you two didn’t spend much time apart.

“Earth to Jeremy, come in Jeremy,” Rich laughed and nudged his friend.

“Whatcha thinking about, dude?” Jake teased.

A blush grew on Jeremy’s face, his eyes darting down to the floor.

“It’s (Y/N), isn’t it?” Rich asked, keeping his voice low.

“Shut up, Rich.”

“Dude, you should tell them how you feel.”

“Yeah, Jake? And how would I do that? They’re still with their boyfriend. And we’re going off to college this Fall.”

“True, but you never know, Heere.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. Rich and Jake just didn’t get it. Yeah, you two had problems, but every couple does. When he was dating Christine, they had problems, even before they broke up. Hell, he and Christine had problems before they even got together. But that didn’t mean you two were going to break up. You and your boyfriend had been together for a long time, almost a year if his mental math was correct. He was sure that any problems the two of you had, both of you would work past them.

“Maybe ask them to hang out the next time to see them,” Jake suggested, breaking Jeremy out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, the worst they can say is no, right?” Rich added.

“I guess you’re right. I do it the next time I see them.”

“You can text them, right?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t feel right to me,” Jeremy said.

“I give you credit for that, dude. Let’s bounce, Jenna’s probably waiting for us,” Rich said before making his way to the checkout.

In reality, Jeremy thought he got out of asking you out because he said he would do it in person. He was sure that he’d never see you again. Yeah, you two had the same circle of friends, but, again, it was rare to see you alone. And he couldn’t ask you out if you were standing right next to your boyfriend. And why were Rich and Jake so set on him asking you out? He knows for a fact that they’re both against the idea of cheating, so why in the world would they push him to ask you out? Maybe they meant as a friend thing. Yeah, they meant you two should be friends first and then if something happens, he could make his move, right?

[nerdy-as-heck]

My R - Pt. 1

First | Next

Original song

English cover

Animatic that inspired me (its not directly based on this or anything, I took my own spin with it, but this gave me the idea)

Word Count: 1,032

Pairings: Platonic-ish Prinxiety (emphasis on the ish)

Warnings: Self-deprecating thoughts, suicidal thoughts, almost suicide attempt, breakup, heights, insults, “Pain Olympics”, crying, HEAVY ANGST (let me know if I missed anything!)

A/N: Virgil’s POV, song lyrics in bold with slight wording changed to fit the characters better

It had been a really, really...really long day. So many mistakes, so many things gone wrong, so may reasons why I’m such an idiot, why do I even try. I walk through the quietest part of town. The cool breeze blows past me, making me retreat further into my purple-plaid jacket. Why did you even wear this thing? It looks ridiculous, you shouldn’t have even gotten it in the first place. Step by step, slowly through the darkness until I finally reach my apartment complex. I barely trudge my way into the building, glancing at my phone for only a second before heading into the elevator. For a moment, I hesitate. My finger hovers over the button to take me to the floor for my room. Slowly, I drift it up until it is over the number for the very top floor. I push the button.

Once the elevator opens, it is only a short walk to the stairs that take me onto the roof. I walk forward, stopping at the edge. The world seems so peaceful from this far up. Almost no noise, the lights just tiny specs, the movement of cars insignificant against the vast horizon. For once, I feel a sense of calm rush over me. I haven’t been so relaxed, so...worry-free in years. A tear comes into my eye and I wipe it away before it can ruin my eyeshadow. Is...is this what it will feel like? I want this feeling to last forever. Even if it doesn’t, it has to be better than my life now...right?

Just as I was about to take my shoes off, on the rooftop there I see a boy with styled hair here before me. Despite myself I go and scream:

“Hey, don’t do it please.”

The boy slowly turned around. He looked so young, though maybe it was partly because he was dressed in a prince costume. Was it getting close to Halloween or something? I don’t remember. It was all too easy for me to see tears in his eyes. A few dripped down onto the paper crown he held it his hands, clutching it like it was his lifeline. He may have looked young, but his voice and height showed that he had to have been in high school at least.

“Are...are you talking to me?” he asked. He voice shook slightly and it was obvious that he was not someone who usually talked that quiet.

Whoa. Wait a minute. What did I just say? I thought I had said that in my head. I didn’t want to get involved. I couldn’t care less either way. It’s not my problem to deal with. To be honest I was somewhat pissed. This was an opportunity missed. A perfect night. And now...

“Uh, yeah, I am.” Great. That wasn’t awkward at all. “Do you want to talk or something?”

The boy backed away from the edge and I followed, sitting down beside him a few feet away from the ledge. It was all quiet for a few seconds, just us listening to the sounds of the city, when he began to talk.

The boy with styled hair told me his woes. He seemed really upset, but honestly it wasn’t all that special. You’ve probably heard it all before.

“There was this guy in my class. We were the best of friends for all of elementary and middle school. We were absolutely inseparable, the dashing duo that no one could ever defeat!” He smiled a bit at that part and posed like he was in a photoshoot. Jeez, what a dramatic kid. “When we starting dating at the end of middle school, it was really great. So many wonderful memories together, even despite the arguments. We worked so well together. I really thought that he might be the one.” His smile faltered a bit. “Senior year rolled around, though, and we got into a tremendous argument. I thought we had fixed it and moved on, but then he told me he was done. Just...out of nowhere. Over text. I haven’t heard from him in weeks, no explanations or anything. He’s just...gone.”

It took everything in my power not to scream at this kid. I mean, really, for gosh sake, please! Are you serious? Heartbroken over some stupid guy? Is that really the worst thing going on in your life right now? I just can’t believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me. I have thousands more reasons to be here instead of you! You should be out living your life, not sitting here wondering if one heartbreak is worth ending your life over. Are you upset cause you can’t have what you wanted?

Desperately, I try to fish for something to say that won’t make matters worse. “Don’t you have someone or something else in your life that makes you happy?”

The boy looked down at the ground. “Well...I do love singing. And theatre. Sometimes those can make things better. My dream is to work on Broadway someday. I actually just got out of the final night of my role in Into the Woods.”

Of course this dramatic kid would be a complete theatre geek. I should have known. “Well, I guess that explains the whole prince costume.” He laughs a bit at that, clearly embarrassed. “But anyway, if you really like it, then you should do that. Just throw yourself into it. And hey, I bet that guy didn’t deserve you anyway.” What is this kid just sitting here for? If he’s so talented, he can just do that! So what if you can’t always have what you want? You’re lucky that you’ve never gotten robbed of anything. The only things you've lost are things you didn’t need in the first place.

“I’m feeling better. Thank you for listening.” The boy slowly stood up, drying the tears from his eyes. He picked up the paper crown off the ground, stuck it on his head, and smiled at me. The boy with styled hair then disappeared, leaving down the stairs. I waited for a few minutes before following. It’s been a long day...maybe I should just get some sleep.

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Tags: @fandersfic-virgil

Also I heard @softestvirgil likes angst and @the-incedible-sulk mentioned they'd be okay with being tagged

[lordsicheng]

A Different Tomorrow: Pt. 5

Hwang Minhyun x OC

g: angst, slice of life

summary: being someone who only went home twice a month as a teen until your early 20s, you never fully believed in a second chance at life, nor did you even believe in love. once you meet a young man near the park, your whole life could possibly turn into 180

w!: prostitution (only mentioned, not shown/written in action), profanity, mildly suggestive

Not realizing it had already been almost two months since you’ve stayed in Minhyun’s home, every day was just like a romantic film where the love just slowly blooms between strangers. Your feelings for Minhyun were definitely growing and you became very fond of him, but it was hard for you to know if he felt the same way. Sometimes, you wished you could read minds just to know what was inside his own, as you were gradually knowing the true meaning of pure love.

Just as you were bringing your basket of laundry towards the washing machine, you noticed Minhyun getting ready to go to work and turning to smile at you

“So, you’re heading off?” you asked, walking past by him with a smile

“Yeap. We need to pay bills, you know.” he chuckled

But it kind of made you freeze as you put the basket down, feeling guilty as you realized Minhyun was working extra hard just to keep things going in the apartment. You gripped on the sides of the basket, feeling a little bit shaky. Minhyun turned to look at you as he noticed you didn’t speak again and saw you were gripping harshly on the basket, walking fast towards you and hugging you tightly as he rested his chin on the top of your head

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Please tell me what’s going on.” he said in a very worrisome tone, hugging you tightly and making you sigh as you stopped and closed your eyes

“I feel like a nuisance here. I don’t have a job and I’m living with you. You were fine with having to earn money for yourself only, but here I am being another reason for your to work harder than you did before.” you bit your lip to try and not to cry, but Minhyun assured your and moved you to look at him properly and put his hands on your shoulders

“Y/n, I want you to live here so you can be safe. I really don’t mind and it’s not an added extra for the payments I’ve already had even before you came here.” he smiled, wiping the small tear that fell from your eye as you looked back at him

“I swear, I’m really gonna look for a new job so I can repay you with everything.” you mumbled

“You don’t have to.” he guaranteed

“But I want to.” you insisted, to which Minhyun just gave a nod and agreed instead of going on about it

“Okay. I’ll help you find a job when I get home, alright?” he grinned, giving your forehead a small peck

“I need to go or I’ll be late.” he said as he walked away, hurrying out as he grabbed his bag and closed the door

As much as you were guilty, you were also very thankful to Minhyun. He acted as your guardian and took you in, not even thinking twice as he fully trusted you. It concerned you in a way and you were afraid of making him think you were only using him, so you felt like paying him back was a sign of gratitude to him.

-

While waiting for your laundry, you sat on the sofa and painted your toenails whilst watching TV. Daytime dramas weren’t really your thing as you weren’t used to watching TV, but it grew unto you and you became hooked with almost any show.

“Ahh! If you loved him and wanted to marry him, you should have said yes! What kind of idiot would not want to marry a young, rich businessman? Gosh, I hate this show.” you complained, frowning as you watched the show before it went on to a commercial break

As you kept painting your toenails, the washing machine suddenly had its timer off and you paused to go to it and try to put the clothes into the dryer. You sighed, trying to make sure to not make the clothes drip water on to the floor

“Four underaged girls have been arrested last night within the Gangnam area with all involved in illegal prostitution, all of them already held in for questioning and identification of their real identities. “

The announcer’s words seemed to have made you direct your attention to the TV, making you turned your head as you kept moving the clothes from the washer to the dryer

“Three out of four of them have been reported to have begun over a year ago, citing their families’ low income and neglect as a reason for doing so. One of them also reported emotional and physical abuse from a family member as a reason for going into prostitution to escape such abuses.”

“Wow.” you pursed your lips and nodded, slowly realizing one of the girls’ outfits even though their faces were hidden and censored

“Wait… that skirt… I gave that to Jinhee…” you whispered to yourself, finally comprehending that it was indeed your friend

Shocked, you immediately ran towards your phone on the coffee table and hurriedly scrolled to find Jinhee’s number and dial it, only to realize that a voicemail was heard that the connection of the phone had been cut off. You threw the phone out of fear, trying to breathe properly and calm yourself down

“Compared to last year, illegal prostitution rates have risen up to a shocking 12%, with 7% overall being of women and men who are underage.”

The announcer’s words were slowly making you even more worried and terrified, and you immediately reached for the remote to turn the TV off. Again, breathing in and out deeply, you tried to look at the bright side and hoped that no one tattletaled you in any way if ever any other of your friends were to report you and your whereabouts. You knew for yourself that what you did was to just get out of your already mess of a house and family to start a new life, only to fall into the darkness of working illegally. It was wrong, it was definitely wrong. But you had no choice and you needed to escape. You even felt a lot sadder for yourself for only being able to have comfort at this time and change yourself for the better, and you surely knew that the path to this was going to be a bumpy one.

-

“I’m home!” Minhyun said as he opened the door, closing it after as he walked towards the kitchen

He was confused as to why you didn’t answer so he tried to look for you around, not even seeing you from the kitchen to the living room

“Y/n?” he called, but you didn’t answer again

He slowly walked to the bathroom door, his hand about to hold the doorknob until you swung it open and surprised him as you were only wearing a towel

“OH” he said in surprised, closing his eyes and making you laugh instead of feel embarrassed

“What? Haven’t seen a girl with nothing but a towel on before?” you raised a brow and chuckled, to which Minhyun shook his head shyly

“How innocent.” you pinched his cheek and walked over to the bed where you laid your clothes

“C-can I open my eyes now?” he asked

“It really isn’t a problem if you see me, Minhyun.” you laughed

“Well I’ll just stare at the bathroom door for a while then.” he opened his eyes and didn’t seem to move

“Fine. Give me a minute.”

As soon as you finished putting your clothes back on, you ran towards Minhyun and gave him a backhug to which he smiled and turned to hug you properly

“Ready to help me find a job? I gathered newspapers and checked some websites!” you asked in glee

“Sure, let’s look over them while we have dinner.” he brushed your hair lightly, making your grab his hand and walk over to the living room. He moved slightly to grab the bag full of some meals he had for takeout

You both were looking through some jobs that you tried choosing, some of which were too high of a qualification need or too low for a paycheck. Minhyun gave you ideas of working somewhere easy first, maybe as a waitress or a cashier. As much as you gave it a thought and agreed, you also just wanted a job that you knew you were good at handling

“Well, what are you good at?” Minhyun asked as he turned his head to look at you concentrating on looking for other options

“Uh, I… don’t know.” you admitted, pouting

“Aww, didn’t you go to college?” he chuckled, to which you turned to look at him and slowly shook your head

“Oh.” he immediately stopped and slowly grabbed your hand, giving it a light squeeze

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled, feeling very apologetic from what he just said

“No, it’s okay.” you smiled and gave a nod

“I should think before I speak next time.” he sighed and looked down, eyes slowly looking at you

“I swear, we’re gonna find you a job. I’ll help you throughout.”

You smiled widely and nodded, as you really felt that Minhyun would really help you. Your phone suddenly rang, making you confused as you weren’t used to anyone calling you at all. Grabbing your phone, the contact didn’t have a particular name and only displayed the number. You turned your head to look at Minhyun, who just gave a shrug, and just decided to answer it

“Hello?”

“Hey hey hey, Aya! It’s me.” a voice of a man was heard from the other line, making you confused

“Aya?” you raised a brow, trying to figure out who it was

“Don’t you remember? Club Hyacinth? Golden bar?”

Suddenly, you felt your world slowly fall down and break into fragments as you realized who it was. It was one of your past regular clients, a man who gave himself the surname “Hong” in disguise in case he were to get caught. “Aya” was just an alias you used for him as you obviously did not want to reveal your real identity. Your hands were shaky again but your suppressed it, making sure Minhyun wouldn’t notice your mannerisms. You held your phone to your chest, covering the mic with your thumb as you smiled at Minhyun

“Can I take this call outside? It’s… a friend of mine.” you nodded, and Minhyun seemed to believe you

You walked out of the apartment and stood by the door, looking left and right to make sure you there weren’t other people around in case anyone eavesdropped on your conversation. Seeing that the coast was clear, you let out a sigh and held the phone back up again

“What do you want?” you asked annoyingly, catching Hong off guard

“Whoa there, what do you mean ‘what do you want’? You know what I want, Aya. And you know for sure you are in damn need of cash at this moment.” he snickered, making you much more uncomfortable than before

“I’m sorry, Hong, but I’m done with these kinds of businesses. I don’t want anything that has to do with… what I used to do, anymore. I’ve given up that kind of life.” you kept your guard up, trying to not become very defensive

“ So you’re saying that you, an underaged girl with barely any experience working in a different field, found a well paying job? Oh! You must tell me your secret.” he said sarcastically, slowly making your blood boil

“This isn’t a joke, Hong.” you said sternly

“And I’m not joking when I say that I need service for tonight. How much do you need? Five? Ten? Fifty?” he spoke as if he was really eager on getting on your nerves, which was totally working

You thought to yourself for a while, knowing that as much as you wanted to earn money in a proper way, it was just impossible at the moment. You needed to think of a way to repay Minhyun for everything, and this was the only option you had since you knew it was very hard to find a job that was fit for you and your standards. You sighed before speaking again, trying to make sure you won’t end up yelling afterwards

“Twenty. I need twenty.” you said firmly

“Hmm, I was about to say I would give you up to fifty. Are you sure about that?” he slyly snickered yet again, making you feel disgusted than before

“Thirty. That’s final.” you gripped on your phone harshly, trying to stop yourself from throwing the phone on the ground

“Huh, alright. Deal.”

“Same place?”

“Same place. I am expecting you in, let’s say, about four hours from now. Peak hours.”

You turned down the call right after, feeling shivers down your spine as you couldn’t believe your past has come again to haunt you. Only when things started to go for the better, it just crawls back and keeps on hurting you again. Turning back to open the door, you took a deep breath and went in to see Minhyun wash the dishes, looking at you by the door immediately as soon as he heard the door

“Who was that?” he asked curiously, wiping his hands on his apron before taking it off

“A neighborhood friend of mine.” you smiled and closed the door behind you

“Who?” he questioned again

“You don’t know him.” you walked past him, getting a glass to drink some water from the fridge

“At least tell me his name?” he followed you, putting his hands on his hips

“What is it to you? If I told you his name, what’s next? You’ll try to find him out of over a thousand other people who share the same name as him?” you retorted, pouring water on your glass to which Minhyun became quiet for a while before speaking again

“Y/n, I only want to know what’s going on.” he put his hand on your shoulder, to which you slapped it away and turned to look at him in annoyance

“I said, he’s just a friend.” you grumbled, Minhyun slowly becoming afraid of seeing you angry as he was getting angry himself

“Why are you doing this?” he asked weakly, only making you feel guiltier

“Why? It’s because I feel sorry for you! I feel sorry for myself! I feel like I’m a mess for you to handle and that you’re just enduring every single shit that’s going on because of me! I hate the fact that I’m slowly losing it as I only planned on living here for at least a week. Now, what? It’s been weeks and I still find myself wanting to stay even though I am only a nuisance to you in hopes I could just run away again!” you said in an angry but firm tone, trying to prove your point as Minhyun looked at you with much concern in his eyes

“You’re not a nuisance and I don’t want to see you angry like this!” he suddenly yelled back, making you slowly soften your expression and look at him in disbelief

“You tell me your life is so messed up and I took you in and accepted you whole to make you feel better about yourself and show you that there is always time to change everything. I let you stay as long as you can because I want you to and I want you to look at the brighter things in life.”

His words felt different—it was the first time someone ever felt this way for you. Minhyun wanted you to live a better life, forgetting all the pain that was left in the past. Your heart was beating faster, tears slowly falling down your face as you both became heated and ended up staring at each other

“I just…” you said, slightly stuttering

“You just, what?” he asked, taking a step forward

“I just hate how I’m slowly and painfully falling in love with you as time passes.” you confessed, heart beating even faster

Minhyun became speechless and was confused as to what he felt like he needed to say. Rather than speaking it through words, he immediately cupped your face with his hands and kissed you, deeply and passionately. You slowly closed your eyes and held on to his wrists, gripping on as you gave in and kissed him back. He slowly carried you all the way to the bed, slowly putting your down as he towered over you. It took only a few seconds for him to take off his shirt and kiss you again, this time more gently but just as passionate as before. Running out of air, you both broke off the kiss and looked at each other’s eyes, breaths becoming hotter as you both were amazed by the sudden contact

“I love you.” Minhyun whispered, brushing a bit of hair from your face

“I love you.” you replied back, hand grazing over his messed up hair as you slowly moved him lower again for another kiss, knowing that the connection you’ve both had from the beginning were to create a spark that would change both of your lives that night

-

Hours have passed, and you found yourself unable to fall asleep as your mind was still filled with thoughts. Minhyun held you close to his body, his arm wrapped on your waist as you faced the area to where your phone was. You noticed your phone vibrate yet again, making you realize that you needed to see Hong that night or else, at least in your belief, something might happen. You slowly removed Minhyun’s arm from your waist as you walked over to your phone, seeing a message from Hong asking where you were. You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip, suppressing your feelings as you put your arm on your bare stomach as if you were hugging yourself, cold, naked, and culpable.

You turned your head to look at Minhyun, seeing he was sleeping very soundly, and you didn’t want to disturb him at all. You immediately grabbed on to some clothes by the laundry, putting them on and grabbing one of your bigger bags to put in another set of clothes, slowly zipping it before turning again to look at Minhyun. You decided to leave a small note, saying you will be back first thing in the morning as you tried to come up with an excuse just to not make him worry about you that night. Seeing that it was already past 11, you put the note by the coffee table and texted Hong you were on your way. You walked over to Minhyun slowly, crouching down a bit to a level low enough for you to see look at him face to face. You put your hand on his jaw, eyeing the soft and delicate features he had before leaning in to give him a small kiss on the forehead

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, slowly standing up and walking towards the door, glancing one last time to look at Minhyun as your heart ached, closing the door behind you in hopes he were not to wake up and notice you leave that night

All that was in your mind was the guilt of leaving Minhyun, right when you both have made love for the first time, rather than admitting it was just one, meaningless night of sex. It was the first time you have ever felt connected to someone while doing so, not wanting to let go of his grip of your body to his. You felt protected; giving your trust and love to someone you have actually feelings for, for the first time.

The moment you arrived the luxurious condominium unit where Hong lived, you felt every pile of disgust in yourself grow and grow in every step you took on your way up. You wanted to cry, surely, but you had no choice as you agreed and it was too late to go back. You stood for a while in front of Hong’s front door, taking a deep breath before ringing the doorbell a couple of times before he opened it. He saw you and a smug formed on his face, nodding in approval of the fact that you actually arrived

“What a timing.” he chuckled, making you feel even more repulsed the more you looked at him, noticing he had nothing but a red bathrobe on

“I’m only doing this as a favor. I need to leave immediately early in the morning.” you said in a firm tone

“Oh, aren’t you going to stay for breakfast?” he smirked, making you feel even more disgusted

“I have no plans to.” you sighed

“Hmm, alright then. Come in.” he moved to the side to offer you a way to get in

Knowing you’ll regret what you ended up doing that night, you felt your heart drop as you again thought of the fact that you left Minhyun right when you felt the safest in his arms, turning your head slightly as you looked at the part of the hallway that was right outside of Hong’s condo. Hong slowly closed the door, almost as if you felt your heart close up into the reality that you left someone you loved on his bed that night, only to end up sleeping with another in the end.

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Search and Seizure pt 6

A/N: By popular demand, here’s part 6! Thank you to everyone who helps me to continue. Sometimes I just get too insecure to keep going, but you guys are great! There is a scavenger hunt item in here, so lemme know when you find it!

Pre-read Epilepsy Disclaimer

The doctor had returned with your results. Apparently you had a pretty bad virus and it threw your electrolytes off balance along with you entire immune system. Your blood work was all over the map and you were also incredibly dehydrated. Combine that with not being able to take your meds and the reason for your lengthy seizure became crystal clear.

You were resting while Brendon sat beside you when Emma entered the room.

“Hey,” she waved quietly.

“Hi!” you replied warmly, along with Brendon. Damn. You are a sucker for a woman in uniform.

“I just finished my shift so I wanted to check on my favorite patient real quick,” she smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you said, “Just really tired.”

“I bet,” she nodded.

“Thank you so much, Emma,” Brendon said sincerely.

“Of course!” She replied easily, “It’s just my job.”

“And you’re really fucking good at it,” Brendon thanked her.

“Thanks,” Emma blushed. She is such a fangirl. Her heart always flutters when Brendon talks to her. She diverted the conversation away from herself, “I assume you guys are trapped here for the night, huh?”

“Yeah, probably until tomorrow even,” you sigh.

“The fans will understand,” Brendon said.

“What?” you looked to him, “You’re still doing the show.”

“I’m not leaving you to do a show,” He laughed. You become a bit irritated.

“Oh my god Brendon,” you complained, “I’m in the safest place possible. I think I can go a couple hours without you!”

“Can you?” Brendon shot back.

“You are letting thousands of people down!” You said, your voices rising.

Emma was suddenly uncomfortable, wishing she could fade into the background.

“The only person I care about is you!” He replied.

“Stop being so dramatic!” you rolled your eyes.

“What?” He questioned, “I’m just supposed to leave you here all alone?!”

“Um,” Emma quietly stepped forward. You both looked at her. “I’m sorry, um... I just, I have tomorrow off, so...” She cut herself off, maybe thinking she was being too presumptuous. “I mean, I’m not you Brendon!” she quickly corrected herself, embarrassment painting her cheeks, “but I can always...”

“SEE?!” You interrupt, “I can stay with Emma! We’ll be fine!”

Brendon narrows his eyes. He knows you’re not about to back down.

“We can call Zack if we need anything and keep you updated with lots of selfies,” You further convinced him, “It will be like you’re still here! Oh, we could even facetime! This is perfect.”

Emma’s smirk was unmistakable. Brendon looked at her and back to you. He sighs.

“Emma, can I talk to you outside, please?” Brendon says. Emma agrees and follows him out.

Oh shit, what if he’s going to scold her for offering something he wouldn’t do? Does he feel like Emma overstepped a boundary? Emma’s heart pounded. You watched their interaction through a crack in the blinds.

“Alright, you’re SURE about this?” Brendon confirms.

“Yes,” Emma replies seriously, “If she remains stable for the rest of the day, there is absolutely no reason that you couldn’t step out for a few hours. The main reason she is still in the hospital is just to finish the medication she’s on.”

“And you...” Brendon pauses, an emotional and somber voice poking through, “You got her?”

“Brendon, I know that your entire world is sitting in that bed in there,” Emma replied confidently, “And I got her.”

All you could make out from the bed was them nodding. It didn’t look like Emma was crying or anything, so that was a good sign, right? They break from their conversation and reenter the room.

“As long as you’re feeling okay,” Brendon prefaced, “I’ll go and Emma can stay with you.”

Tonight you are victorious and you smile triumphantly.

Brendon lets you bask in the glory of it, feeling only slightly annoyed.

“I feel like a little kid having a sleepover or something,” You laugh.

“Hospital slumber party?” Emma offered with a questioning look.

“It’s not necessarily ideal,” you joke, “But it’s close enough.”

“Here, can you take my number?” You hand over your phone. You know it’s buried somewhere in Zack’s phone, but this was easier.

“Yeah, I’d rather not have to call 911 to reach you,” Brendon laughed.

“Yes, this is definitely a more direct line,” she giggled.

“Perfect,” Brendon said as you sent her contact to him.

“Alright, you get some rest,” Emma tells you and then addresses you and Brendon, “And I’ll be back over later tonight, okay?”

“Awesome,” Brendon replied, “Text me.”

You reached out for a hug as Emma said goodbye, as did Brendon. Her heart nearly imploded. Brendon Urie just hugged her. And he has her number. And he told her to ‘Text him’. Fangirl status achieved: Level Up. You both watched as she walked out, completely red and stiff with shock.

“Bren,” you chuckle, “I think you broke her.”

“She better get used to it,” Brendon replied with a smile

You slept through most of the day and it felt wonderful. The boys came to visit and brought the essentials for you and Brendon, plus a few snacks. Brendon updated them on the plan for the night, being sure to include his disapproval.

“Hey,” Zack reassured him, “If I could choose anyone, It’d be Emma.”

They had to go to sound check before the show and Brendon texted Emma when she should head over. Once she arrived, Brendon was like a parent leaving their child with a babysitter for the first time. He went over detail after detail, things both you and Emma already knew.

He asked if you were feeling okay and you were sure that he should go. You let him get all the anxiety out of his system, then stop him.

“Baby,” You take his hand to slow him down. You wait for his eye contact to steady on you. “I’m okay,” you nodded, “I know I scared the shit out of you last night. You have every right to be worried. But I am fine now. I want you to go and put on an amazing show. Emma and I will contact you with updates all the time, so you can see what an amazing slumber party we’re having.” You smile and he looks at you and nibbles on his cheek. “You are an incredible husband, Brendon. This is the right thing to do. I wouldn’t let you go if this wasn’t exactly what I wanted, okay?”

“Okay,” He replied. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bren,” You said gently. Your demeanor shifted to something more devious and you began to whisper so no one else could hear. “And don’t forget what I told you the last time you didn’t want to perform... A whole month without your favorite thing.” You looked at him and raised your eyebrows.

“Goddamn, Y/n,” He replied with a strained sigh.

“Now go get out there and kick some ass!” you encouraged him.

He gave you one last kiss and Zack nearly had to drag him out of the room.

Once they all had left, Emma plopped down in the seat next to your bed.

“Alright,” Emma started, “I’m down for tv, movies, card games, talking, food, naps... Whatever you want.”

“Ugh yes,” You said gratefully, “All of the above.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” She said as she dug through her bag, “I got you a card!”

“Aw thanks!” You said, taking it and starting to rip the envelope.

You pull out the card. It is perhaps the greatest thing ever to grace your eyes.

“HOLY SHIT,” You exclaimed, “OH MY GOD I’M DYING...” You start laughing hysterically, so hard it hurts. Emma finds it hilarious and can’t stop laughing either. You can’t even speak in complete sentences. “THIS IS TOO GOOD, I CAN’T... HOW DID YOU EVEN... ”

You laugh until you cry. You try to gather yourself, but each time you both just devolve back into giggles. Finally you get it together.

“Oh my god, I love this so much, Emma!” looking down at it again and back up to her, “This is just fantastic. Thank you so much!” You give her a big hug.

“I thought you might like it!” She smiled.

“Let’s send a picture to Brendon!” You suggest. You both pose for a selfie and hold up the card. “Oh my god, I have to send this Patrick too,” You giggled.

“I hope Brendon likes the dark humor as much as you do,” She chuckles, “I don’t want to get on his bad side.”

“Nah, you’re awesome!” you reassure her. “He loves you!”

Emma’s face flooded with suppressed excitement. You giggle to yourself.

“Really?” She whispers, even though she knows you’re being serious. You smile, entertained by her enthusiasm.

“Yeah really,” you reply, “You also saved my life, so I think that’s some automatic brownie points too.”

You glanced down at your phone.

“Oh! They replied,” you announced, “Patrick said:”

Wtf that’s amazing?! I’m disappointed in myself for not coming up with that.

“And Brendon said:”

YES. I’m simultaneously horrified and incredibly entertained.

“Ugh god!” Emma sighed happily, “How did you ever get used to him?! Weren’t you kind of starstruck?”

“The more time you spend with him, the more you realize he’s a human,” You explain, “You take this sort of... idolization you have, and you make it personal. Seeing him as a person, not as a thing, or a concept.” You then get giggly and add, “I mean, he’s still pretty much a god among men but... He genuinely cares. That’s what makes me comfortable. That’s why I love him.”

Emma is just soaking in the adorableness.

“Does he have a brother?” Emma asked, joking. You laugh. “Damn, this is some real deal slumber party talk,” Emma notes, “Boys, crushes, gossip... It’s taking me back.”

“Yeah, but it smells like hospital instead of nail polish,” you giggle.

Once you both get talking, it goes on and on. Maybe the life or death situations have bonded you, or maybe you’re just alike. You just click together, like you’ve been friends all along. 

You send Brendon incessant snap chats, as promised. He replies with funny faces and guest appearances from the boys.

You start to get your appetite back and eat a little. You feel a bit more energized now that the sedatives had worn off. Nurses popped in and out occasionally. Once it got later in the night, you were completely ready to knock out. Emma stayed up, making sure you were sleeping okay. She then allowed herself to drift off.

Brendon returned to the hospital as soon as the show was over. It was late, almost midnight. Your room was dark and quiet. You were fast asleep and he saw Emma passed out on the couch. He quietly made his way to your bed and slipped in next to you. You stir a bit but immediately recognize Brendon’s embrace and scent.

“Hi baby,” You murmur into his chest while adjusting your body against his.

“Hi,” he sang back, “Goodnight.”

“Night,” you whisper back, a light smile danced on your lips as you fell back to sleep in his arms.

A/N: Important question: I kinddddd of want Emma to get poly-y with Brendon and the reader. I know it kind of strays from the story line... But hey, epileptics have sex lives too! Is that too weird? Would it ruin the story? Lemme know in a comment or message. Anyway-- try to find the scavenger hunt items in here! Like/Reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

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Miss Jackson Pt. 4

Part 3

Word Count: 1,216

A/N: AH! I am so sorry for the delay on this, but it’s here! Enjoy! 

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It’d been a little over a week since I’d had my talk with Page, Dalton’s assumptions were true, to my surprise. We’d been dating, and keeping it a secret from all our friends, especially my brothers. Dalton was the only one that knew.

I felt two arms wrap around me, hugging me from behind. “Hey.” Page smiled, before kissing my cheek. I turned to face him.

“What are you doing? Someone could see..” I replied, as I rested my hands on he chest. He shook his head.

“I don’t see anyone. Plus, I’m about to leave, and wanted to say goodbye.” He replied. I looked around, to make sure there was nobody watching, before letting out a sigh.

“Okay, I’ll come and see you at the hotel later, if I get the chance that is.” I smiled, before kissing him.

“Ugh. You guys are so gonna get caught.” I heard Dalton say, we turned our attention to him, and dropped our hands at our sides.

Page rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the input Dalton.” He stated dryly, before smiling at me, and waving goodbye.

Dalton smirked. “Tell me, is it true what they say about him? You know, about him being ‘the most hung of all hangmen’?” He asked, I rolled my eyes, and crossed my arms, becoming a bit embarrassed.

“Shh! I don’t know..we haven’t actually done anything yet.” I explained, his eyes widened, and he seemed a bit taken back.

“Well, you should get on that. Er..no pun intended.” He replied, earning an eye roll from me. “Now, let’s go. I’m exhausted.”

We were walking out to the car, when Tama nodded his head at me, and started to make his way over. Dalton chuckled. “Oh here we go..” He mumbled.

Before I could answer, Tama was already standing in front of me, smirking ear to ear. I faked a smile.

“Hey Tama.” I said, keeping my tone neutral as Dalton mumbled his thoughts behind me, making it almost impossible not to laugh.

Tama slid his hands in his pockets. “Hey Y/N. Could you do me a favor?” He asked.

“This is how pornos start..” Dalton mumbled.

I pursed my lips together, and tried to ignore him. “Well, what do you need?” I responded, he let out a sigh.

“Well, I need a ride to the hotel. Would you guys be okay with me going with you? Otherwise, I’m gonna have to call a cab.” He chuckled.

“Awful convenient of him to not have a ride..” Dalton mumbled again.

“Yeah, I guess you can ride with us. If you can deal with Dalton falling asleep in the back seat, and snoring the whole time.” I chuckled, causing him to smirk.

“As long as I’ve got you to talk to, I’ll power through..” He winked, earning a scoff from Dalton.

“Yeah, well..we really must be going.” He sighed.

Tama turned his attention to Dalton, and cocked his head. “Then, let’s go.” He smirked, before getting in the front seat. I went to get in the driver’s seat, but Dalton grabbed my arm. “Maybe, you should let me drive first.” He said.

“Dalton, you’re about to pass out. I’ll be fine. It’s just Tama.” I shrugged.

He smirked slightly. “Well, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He teased, nudging me slightly. I rolled my eyes.

“There’s not a lot you wouldn’t do Mr. Castle.”

“I wouldn’t cheat on Page, with Tama, Miss Jackson. I know that.” He replied, nudging my arm, and smiling before getting in the back seat. I rolled my eyes, and chuckled, before getting in the driver’s seat. Dalton fell asleep as soon as he got in the car, as I knew he would.

I breathed a laugh. “He offered to drive a second ago.”

Tama chuckled slightly. “I um..hope I’m not making you uncomfortable. I know, we don’t really know each other all that well.”

I shook my head, and smiled, as I started to drive. “No, you’re fine. Plus, this is the perfect opportunity to get to know each other.” I stated. “Unless, I make you uncomfortable, that is.” I teased.

He cocked his brow and smirked. “Not at all. A little nervous maybe. But, not uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I make you nervous? How? You’ve known Matt and Nick for years. I’m exactly like them. Well, besides the fact that they don’t think I can handle myself, and I do. But, that’s a minor difference.” I joked, he chuckled slightly.

“So, the whole ‘Miss Jackson’ thing. What’s that about, you know other than it being your last name. That’s what you’re normally referred to as, right?” He asked, after a few seconds of silence.

I breathed a laugh. “Dalton came up with it. It’s a Panic At The Disco song. After that, it just kinda became my thing I guess.”

“I’ll have to hear the song sometime.” He smirked.

“If you really wanna hear it, it’s on my phone.” I shrugged, handing him my phone.

“Allow me to put my number in here while I’m at it.” He winked, causing me to blush slightly.

We listened to the song a couple of times, and he smiled.

“I dig that. You know, it’d be a great song to listen to while having-oh! I probably shouldn’t say that. Sorry Y/N.” He chuckled, and I breathed a laugh, and rolled my eyes. He bit his lip. “So, are you like..with any of the Bullet Club guys?” He asked out of nowhere.

I wasn’t quite sure what to tell him, if I lie and say I’m single, he’s gonna think he might possibly have a shot, if Dalton’s right that is.

I let out a sigh. “You know my brothers would hate that.” I laughed.

“Yeah, I guess I should’ve figured you weren’t. I mean, judging by how they all talk about you, if one of them was your boyfriend, I’m sure he would’ve said something to them, instead of letting them continue with it.” He shrugged.

“Well, whatever they’re saying, it can’t be any different than what you said to me when what we first met, right?” I teased.

“Aw, come on Y/N. That was different. I said it to you, not behind your back.” He started, before glancing over at me, and smirking. “And, did you really hate it that much?” He asked, before I could even think of an answer he changed the subject back to the boyfriend thing. “Look, all I’m saying, is that of course you aren’t dating any of them. Because if you were my girl, and I heard what those guys were saying, I’d never let it pass. I’d sooner f*ck you right in fro-”

“But she’s not your girl, is she? So there’s no point in talking about this is there?” Dalton hissed, as he sat up, cutting Tama off.

Tama pursed his lips together trying not to smirk.

Dalton turned his attention to me and smiled softly. “I’m awake now, so why don’t you let me drive?” He suggested. I smiled in return.

“Okay Dalton, I’ll stop up here.”

I’d never been more thankful to have him as my best friend than now, Tama was incredibly charming. But, I was with Page. Nothing was gonna ruin that.

Right..?

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Serendipity Pt. 5 | Hoseok

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 “Really Joon?” Angela just looked over at Namjoon and sighed as she pulled out her phone.

 “I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry!”

 “Yeah, yeah I know. Pick her up please, I have to carry her stuff.” He quickly did so and bent down to pick up the injured girl.

 “Okay. Are we taking her to the Emergency Center?”

 “Yes Joon.” Angela answered as she grabbed her comatose friends bag and pulled up a number to call. After two rings, the person on the other line picked up. Angela walked ahead, making sure all the doors were open and leading the way to the Emergency Center.

 “Hey Yoon... yeah I know... I just wanted to let you know I won't be coming over... You can ask Joon why... No I’m not sleeping with him... Long story short the god of destruction has meet the destructo... yeah, it’s bad... we were leaving the library and he opened the door and it hit her and she's knocked out cold and possibly has a broken nose... no I can’t help her... JUST BECAUSE I’M HERE TO BECOME A VET DOESN'T MEAN I KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HUMANS, YOONGI.” Angela shouted into the phone, flashing a smile toward Namjoon as he gave her a confused look.

 Hanging up the phone, Angela opened the door to the center and held it open for her two friends. Namjoon walked over to a chair and very carefully placed Jasmine in one, adjusting her body so that she was comfortable in her knocked out state as Angela walked over to the desk and gave all of the necessary information to the nurse. Shortly after, two masculine guys came out with a stretcher. Coming straight over to Jasmine, they picked up her limp body and strapped her into the stretcher.

 “All I wanted was a book on Socrates for a paper, and I end up sending a pretty girl to the ER.” Namjoon groaned, letting his head fall into his hands as Angela laughed.

 “Don’t feel upset, they all know Jasmine here very well. She’s more accident prone than you are. Plus, she’s a tough cookie so she’ll be fine.” Angela comforted, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Namjoon looked at her with a frown, sighing as he shook his head. “If you still need to do your paper, then you can leave. I can have Yoongi keep you updated on her.”

 “No, I have to stay. I have to apologize to her when she comes out. I feel so bad for doing it and she’s got to hate me for it.” Namjoon rambled, looking to his left as Angela scoffed at his words.

 “Jasmine hate you? Trust me, when she wakes up, she’s gonna feel so embarrassed that she acted like an idiot in front of you. Plus, she doesn’t hate people without a good reason.” Angela explain, pulling her phone out with a sigh as she started scrolling. “Just be careful with her, okay?”

 “You make it sound like we’re dating.” Namjoon frowned slightly, watching as Angela shrugged before a nurse slowly approached the pair.

 “Are you two here for Jasmine?” She asked slowly, looking between Angela and Namjoon before settling on Angela. “She keeps asking for Angela and Mr. Door. We need to set her nose straight and she won’t let us without one of you.”

 “Looks like it’s your time to shine, Mr. Door.” Angela patted his shoulder as he slowly stood up, following the nurse for a few steps as he looked back at Angela before turning back and turning into the room Jasmine had been sent to. She sat up on the bed, the doctor pinching the bridge of his own nose as she seemed to be fighting with him.

 “Please, just let me-”

 “I’m too scared! I won’t let you without-Mr. Door!” Jasmine cheered, clapping before reaching out for Namjoon as he got closer. Taking his hand in hers, she carefully laced their fingers together and then squeezed hard before nodding. “Okay, now you can!”

 “Alright, on three.” The doctor said, carefully repositioning his fingers before starting the countdown. “One...two…” Squeaking when he finally set it, Jasmine squeezed Namjoon’s hand one last time before letting go and dropping her hand all together.

 “You can go back and sit with your friend. She’ll be out in a minute.” The nurse guided Namjoon from the room as another nurse set to work cleaning Jasmine up. Namjoon nodded, walking back the way he came before finding Angela still in the same spot. Looking up from her phone, Angela watched him take a seat next to her, his eyes on his hand as he sat completely still.

 “You okay there?” Angela asked, shaking Namjoon out of his trance as he looked up at her with wide eyes. He nodded, looking back at his hand once again before leaning back in his chair. “You sure?”

 “She held my hand.” Namjoon mumbled and it fell silent until the doctor slowly walked Jasmine down the hall toward them. Angela stood up first, smiling as the man gave her a look.

 “Nice to see you again, Dave.”

 “Angela, please wrap this girl in bubble wrap or something. I’m losing a bet with my nurses.” Dave sighed as he gently passed Jasmine off to them. Angela nodded, talking a little longer with the doctor before the trio were out the door and making their way back to campus.

 “You know the doctor on a first name basis?” Namjoon finally asked, his hand on Jasmine’s shoulder so she wouldn’t fall over. Angela nodded, her arm wrapped around Jasmine’s as she guided her through the parking lot outside of the ER. “It’s that often?”

 “Dave is cool, he gives me candy sometimes.” Jasmine quipped as she giggled. Angela rolled her eyes, nodding at Namjoon as they got closer to the car. “Hey, mom? What do you think that freshman did with my bra and stuff?”

 “Probably shoved it in the closet with the others.” Angela sighed as she opened the door for Jasmine. Namjoon followed after her, closing the door as Angela walked around the car to get into the driver’s seat.

 “Wait. She calls you Mom?” Namjoon asked, shooting the two girls a confused look. Angela sighed, Jasmine giggling as she leaned her head back on the seat behind her.

 “Sadly. It’s mostly because I'm older than her and I take care of her because I’m responsible.” This statement caused Namjoon to throw his head back in laughter. Jasmine stared at him with wide eyes, looking between Angela and Namjoon as she tried to piece together the conversation.

 “You? Responsible?”

 “Ha ha. Very funny Kim Namjoon.” Angela said with an eye roll. “But what do you guys do with the stuff you get from raiding the ZBZ house?” She questioned, trying to get an answer for her friend.

 “It’s all in a closet somewhere. We keep it until the end of the year and we even add to it. Whenever a girl leaves something at the house after a party or a one night stand, it all goes to the closet. At the end of the year, we take it all to a cleaners and have them washed. Then we donate them to the homeless.” Namjoon explained. Angela raised a brow at him through the mirror as they stopped at a red light, turning even to look at him directly.

 “You donate... used underwear... to the homeless?”

 “Yes. It’s the most overlooked thing in donations.”

 “That’s sweet but gross at the same time. But, umm, I may have run into the small one in the blue boxers on the night of it and gave him a black bra and matching panties. Can I get them back at all?” Jasmine asked, leaning her head against his shoulder to grab his attention. Namjoon nodded, gently setting her back in an upright position before responding.

 “Yeah, especially since I hit you with a door and you ended up in the ER.”

 “Good, cause they were magic.” She sighed, closing her eyes as Namjoon froze in his seat. Thinking back to that night, he gently touched his cheek before looking back at her.

 “Magic?”

 “Yeah! They were black...and lacey...they were a present from me to myself.” She giggled, opening one eye as she looked at the statue of a boy next to her. Sitting up more, she turned to face him, motioning with her hands as she continued explaining. “I hooked them around the small one’s head. Like a hat. I even gave him my big coat. I’ve been cold ever since.”

 “I still think you were stupid for doing that.” Angela chimed in, a smile still on her face as she shook her head and looked at Namjoon through the mirror again. “Caryn told me that Jasmine basically gave the boy her whole outfit and he asked if she was on drugs.”

 “I don’t do drugs! Except the ones that Dave gives me.” Jasmine furrowed her brow as she thought, nodding in satisfaction as she looked at Namjoon once again, her best puppy dog eyes coming out as she took his hand yet again. “Can you get them back for me, please? I want to look good when I look at myself in the mirror naked.”

 Namjoon choked a little, nodding quickly as he felt his cheeks heat up. He looked away from her, trying to keep his mind on anything but her in the bra and panties he still had hanging on the back of his door. After another minute of driving, Angela finally parked the car and was helping Jasmine get out of the car.

 “Wanna come with, Joon, or are you gonna stay here blushing the entire time?” Angela joked, holding Jasmine up as she looked into the car at Namjoon’s still frozen body.

 “Yeah sure.” He said, trying to act cool but failing as his voice shook slightly. Getting out of the car on the other side, he met Angela at the back of the car. “I can carry her back to her dorm, just so you don’t have to.”

 “Please do, she’s heavy as fuck.” Angela huffed, passing her friend off to Namjoon, who easily picked Jasmine up like she was nothing.

 “I am not heavy.” Jasmine shot back, her narrowed eyes slowly slipping shut as she fell asleep in his arms. Angela sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as the two of them walked.

 “Thanks for coming with me. Trying to baby sit her alone is a handful.” Angela explained to Namjoon, looking at him to see him shrug as he offered a smile.

 “I guess it works out, I got to hold a pretty girl’s hand for a while.”

 “Your priorities are weird.”

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 “But my sweet, Bambi,” Tae cooed at the small girl as they were cuddled up together on the couch watching Futurama and munching on snacks. “I don't want to go out to eat. This is so comfortable: you and me, snuggled up on the couch, with food. That would make it so much better.” He said as he picked up Joana’s hand and began to play with her fingers. The girl giggled as Tae moved in to give her a kiss on her cheek, making her blush as he pulled away to look at her face.

 “Please gorgeous, I don't want to go out. I just want to spend time with you, my sweet little Bambi.” Tae let his hand come up to her cheek, his thumb brushing against her cheek as she giggled slightly.

 “Hmmm, I’ll think about it...” She teased as she smiled back at Tae. Tae smiled at her, reaching for her hair and twirling it around his finger as he watched her blush more.

 “Whatever you want, I’ll pay. I just want to stay inside.”

 “Pizza?”

 “The usual?”

 “Yes please.” Tae leaned over and gave her a small kiss on her forehead as he reached over her for his phone. He quickly pulled up the number to the pizza place on campus, ignoring the many messages from other girls as he did. Tae moved so that his head was in Joana’s lap as he made the call, her hands going quickly to his hair. She knew he loved when she played with his hair. Once he was off the phone, he looked up at her, giving her his boxy smile.

 “You're so cute, Bambi.” The girl beneath him hid behind her hair as she began to blush.

 “Shut up, Tae.” She mumbled as she continued to play with his hair. The blonde haired boy quickly sat up, almost hitting the brunette in the process. His hand reached up and caressed her cheek carefully, Joana suddenly finding it hard to look in his piercing eyes. He moved his thumb across her cheek again, a soft smile finding its way onto his lips as his eyes searched her face.

 “Beautiful.” He mumbled as he leaned in closer, “So beautiful.” Joana’s eyes closed as Tae placed his lips on hers. The feeling sent tingles through their bodies, Tae pulling her onto his body as he laid down with their lips still connected. Running her fingers through his soft hair, Joana pulled away for a breath and finally met his intense eyes before their lips found their way back to each other. Getting lost in the feeling of each other, time slipped by and soon, Tae’s phone was ringing loudly and forcing the two apart. Picking up his phone after pulling away from Joana, his eyes widened in realization and he carefully sat up and removed Joana from his lap. “I forgot about my project, it’s my partner calling me. I forgot I had to meet up with him. I’m sorry, babe. Looks like we’ll have to pick this up next time.”

 “I guess I’ll let you go, then. Work hard.” Joana winked as they walked to the door, Tae giving her a sweet kiss goodbye before heading upstairs to call Leah back.

 “Hey Leah... yeah I’m just grabbing my things...I’ll be over in two minutes...just one outfit, no need to fuss over everything... yeah that's fine... alright baby, I’ll see you in a bit. Bye, gorgeous.”

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 “Celiaaaaaaaaaaa!” Kook called as he jumped towards the older girl.

 “Hi Kook!” She laughed as he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him for a hug, the younger boy easily towering over her. After separating, the two walked hand in hand to the sushi place just outside of campus. As they walked, Kook quickly realized that due to the height difference, he would have to walk slower so that her shorter legs could keep up.

 “I’m so excited, I haven't had sushi in forever,” Celia stated as she looked up to him. Kook smiled as he nodded along with her, swinging their hands back and forth slightly as they walked at a nice pace.

 “Me too. I didn't even know this place existed until you told me. I used to eat it weekly, always the same thing too. I always got the spider roll, I can eat like 12 of them.” Celia looked at him in slight shock, smiling up at him anyway as he offered her a sheepish looking smile.

 “I always get the ebi tempura. I would kill for it, I love it that much.” Celia sighed as she smiled at the thought, her mouth already watering at the thought. Kook laughed slightly, causing Celia to pout as she looked up at him.

 “Oh please, you're too short and cute to kill anyone.” Kook teased as he poked her cheek. Celia frowned, only causing Kook to poke her cheek once again before she waved his hand away from her.

 “Don’t try me, Kookie. I’ve hit Jasmine so hard that she’s blacked out.”

 “Which one was Jasmine again?”

 “The crazy one that gave you her bra and matching panties. Also, the one Namjoon almost killed with a door.”

 “Oooh, her. She seems like a handful.” Kook gave Celia a wide-eyed look, the older girl only shrugging and nodding as she continued talking.

 “She is. Her and Angela have been best friends since childhood. Angela started to get gray hairs by high school because of Jasmine. That’s why she colors her hair a lot.” Celia explained, Kook nodding as he scrunched his nose and tried to picture who Celia was talking about.

 “I only meet her once. That was at the party where her and Yoongi faught. Are they together or something?” Kook asked and Celia sighed as she shrugged yet again at the taller boy.

 “No one knows. But, I think both of them are secretly in love with one another.” Celi answered as the two made it to the front door of the sushi place. Stepping inside, Kook easily took charge as he stepped forward with a smile to talk to the host.

 “Table for two, please.” Kook said to the host smiling as the man nodded and turned toward the menus.

 “Right this way.” The man said as he grabbed two menus and led the couple to their table. When they reached the table, the host set the menus down before their waitress came over to take their drink orders. After she left, Kook looked across the table at Celia as she opened the menu and started looking over the contents on the pages.

 “Do we really have to look through these if we both know what we want?” He asked with a smile. Celia shrugged, closing the menu as she smiled back at him.

 “I don't know. I always look anyway just in case I change my mind or something.” Celi answered, Kook nodding as the waitress returned and gave them their drinks. After placing their orders, Kook reached across the table for Celi’s hand, a warm smile on his face as they started talking about their career goals. When the food arrived, both of them were happy to share pieces of their dishes with the other, Kook even feeding the shy Celia a piece of his as they ate.

 “That really hit the spot.” Kook sighed as he slipped his card into the checkbook for the waitress, smiling in satisfaction as Celia nodded. “Eating all of that with you made it even better.”

 “I really couldn’t think of a better sushi partner than you.” Celia sighed dreamily, giggling as Kook winked and handed the check book back to the waitress to pay for the both of them. After getting his card back, Kook easily took Celia’s hand and led her from the restaurant, gently swinging their arms back and forth again as they walked back to campus. “I really enjoyed that, Kook. Thank you.”

 “Anything for you. I really liked it, too.” Kook smiled as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Celia’s cheek, his own cheeks heating up with a blush as the two of them continued to walk back to campus, butterflies running rampant in their stomachs as the went.