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ally-holmes · 2 years ago

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Regular Customer | Steve Harrington x Reader (ch.1)

Series Masterlist.

Chapter Two.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader|plus-sized!reader|nerd!reader

Word count: 2876

Regular Customer | Chapter One.

"There she comes," Robin pointed out with a wink.

Sighing, Steve busied himself behind the counter at Family Video.

The door opened and a regular customer walked in with her tapes in hand and a big smile on her face. She made a beeline to the counter.

"Hi, Steve. Hi Robin," she greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, Y/N. What are you looking for today?" Steve answered business-like.

"Is there something new available?"

"You're lucky you came early on a Friday. Maybe Robin could find something for you—"

"Sorry!! I'm busy!!" Robin disappeared, leaving Steve alone.

Y/N smiled at him again with awkwardness. She had a crush on him. Hard. She'd had it since her first year in high school; he waited for Nancy Wheeler outside all the classes Y/N shared with her. Y/N liked to daydream about being Steve Harrington's girlfriend and being the one he was waiting for. She was nothing like Nancy, though, and all the time Steve was a high schooler, Y/N never talked to him too, afraid of blushing like an idiot humiliating herself.

She wasn't the kind of girl Steve looked at twice. She was a nerd, big-sized and quiet with shyness. Once she was comfortable with someone, she seemed like another person, witted and sardonic. Her self-esteem wasn't great, it never was, but the moment she entered the Hellfire Club of Eddie Munson she found a way to be her true self even in awkward situations.

Eddie had been her best friend. Her only true friend. She liked to think that she had a strong friendship with the Hellfire members, but the truth is that that friendship was pretty superficial. Eddie was different. He encouraged her. He challenged her. He pushed her to be better, and she did the same for him. To Eddie, Y/N was the kind of friend to go to if he needed to hide a body or if someday he got abducted by the aliens; she would believe him and support him no matter what. To Y/N, he was the same.

When in the summer of 1985 Steve Harrington worked in Scoops Ahoy, Eddie was the one who drove Y/N to the mall to take a glance at the boy in that ridiculous uniform. He encouraged her to go there and talk to him, but she was too shy to do it, even as a client. She never got to talk to him that summer, but she bought ice cream when Robin was working alone and they clicked.

For a second, Y/N thought that Robin and Steve were in a relationship, but the girl assured her that was never going to happen and once they started working in Family Video Y/N found it easy to talk to Steve now that she knew Robin, too.

"Umm… what about this one?" Steve asked, waving a tape in front of her. She scrunched her nose in distaste.

"Nope. I saw it in the theater, it was boring."

"Sure. How about this one?"

"You don't know much about movies to be working here, do you?"

"Again with your criticism, Y/N. I don't have as much free time as you do if you rent a movie every day."

"Are you worried about my grades, Steve?"

"As if! Aren't you some kind of genius?"

"You could say that."

"Henderson wants to dissect your brain or something."

"I hope he doesn't. I like my brain where it is."

Steve gave her a polite smile, pursued his lips, and grabbed another tape without looking.

"Next Friday is the big Hellfire finale. The big campaign will be over." She took the tape and followed him to the counter.

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Idiot," she smiled, blushing slightly. "I was telling you because of Dustin's ride arrangements."

"Those kids are going to be the death of me. I'm not their babysitter!"

"You sure?" She asked with a naughty sparkle in her eyes.

"Whatever. You drive him."

"You two seem like a couple of divorce parents making schedule arrangements," Robin laughed.

Y/N bit her bottom lip looking away while Steve rolled his eyes at his friend's input. Once the renting transaction was done there was an awkward pause in silence until Y/N smiled again, her eyes not leaving Steve's, and waved her goodbyes with the new tape in her hands.

Steve sighed again, watching her get into her car. Robin smiled openly at him.

"Not a word." He warned.

"I think you should give her a shot."

They walked into the back room, too busy with their teasing to notice how she had reentered the store. She'd decided to bite the bullet and ask Steve out once and for all. She'd been going daily since September and she'd seen him flirting with hot and cute girls. Nothing more than a few flings, so maybe she had a chance; perhaps he believed she was dating Eddie as most people assumed. Of course, she actually believed he wasn't interested in her, but that day she had decided to just ask and stop this nonsense.

She followed them, ready to talk when she heard her name being said. It wasn't polite to overhear conversations, but she was curious. Of course, we all know what people say about curiosity…

"Y/N has a big fat crush on you. She comes here every day, smiles at you, looks at you with such a puppy face… Come on! Don't tell me you haven't thought about it, Steve."

"She's not my type. She's in a club with Dustin and Eddie 'the freak' Munson, you can't tell me that's a catch."

"You cannot seriously be talking like you're still a high school boy. You just said that your dating life sucked. You want someone to have a serious relationship with and it's not working. Well, it might not be working because you aren't giving the chance to the right girl."

"If you like her so much, why don't you date her?"

"Please, don't be ridiculous. Now, seriously, why don't you like her?"

"I don't know! Look, do you think I enjoy seeing her making a fool of herself coming here every day with her smiles and her sparkling eyes? It makes me uncomfortable speaking to her like that. I know that she likes me, even Dustin is trying to set us up, but I just can't. I think it would be rude of me to go on a date with her, give her hope, just to–"

"Not calling for a second date."

"Yeah. She's great, and I'm sure we could be friends, but nothing else."

"Okay, but maybe you give her that chance and a pity date turns out to be the first date with your future wife."

"Robin, leave it! I do not like Y/N and I never will. If you think a random pity date could show us our future wife, why don't you try and ask her out?"

"It's not the same, Steve."

"Well, you don't know if she likes… you know… boobies."

"Ew! Don't say boobies!"

"You know what I mean! There are people who like both. Maybe she does! She's friends with the freak, she has to be a little freak to do so."

"Are you calling me a freak too?"

"You know what I mean, Robin. So, would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Have a pity date with her."

"No. But that's different. She doesn't have a crush on me."

"And if she did? Hypothetically."

After a long pause, Robin finally said "I don't think so. She's not my type."

"There you go. Now you get what I mean with…"

Y/N decided that was her cue to leave the store before being found. When she returned the tape the next day, her smile was fake and gloomy. Her eyes were sad, and she talked at the bare minimum. She thought about waiting for the last day of rent to give it back, but she knew that that kind of behavior would provoke questions that she didn't want to answer. She rented The Goonies, again, and left.

"What's wrong with her?" Robin asked, shocked.

"She looked bad."

"Maybe she was sick."

"Maybe…"

Robin only worked at Family Video Fridays and Saturdays during the school year. Therefore, Steve was alone at the store when Y/N went back on Wednesday. He found it odd when she didn't show up on Monday to return the movie, and on Thursday he asked Dustin if he knew something, but he vaguely answered that she seemed sick.

"Hey!" Steve greeted her with overflowing joy. It sounded fake.

"Hi. I'll take Rocky Horror and Invasion of the Body Snatchers."

"Sure. Yeah! Um… I have a copy of Rocky Horror to restock right here," he smiled at her, waving the tape. That would usually earn him a smile, but this time the smile was thin, barely there. She wasn't looking at his eyes like normally. "Right. The other one is in the sci-fi corridor. Keith says you're the only one renting it, he's thinking of putting it in the for sale section."

She nodded, but didn't say a word.

Steve ran a hand through his hair anxiously. He had no idea what to do or how to treat her if she wasn't responsive to his words. Y/N seemed completely different; she seemed down. Steve covered the space between the counter and the sci-fi corridor in long strides, snatched the movie from its place, and went back with his most charming smile painted on his face. He felt ridiculous.

"Here it is. You have five days to give them back."

"I'll return them on Saturday."

Before he could ask why, she had left, leaving the rental money on the counter. He felt a bittersweet rash wash over him.

Y/N watched those movies with Eddie at her house. She was the Harringtons' neighbor. Her family had money and her dad was on business trips more often than not. When she was little, her mother stayed with her, but the day she started high school everything changed. Y/N parents trusted her and thought that she was mature enough to be left alone. Therefore, on every business trip her dad had, he convinced his wife to go with him. If Mrs. Harrington went with her husband because she didn't trust him, Y/N parents didn't have that issue. They loved each other with such passion it was uncomfortable to be around them. It was lonely, sometimes, having a big house for herself, but Eddie used to make her company crashing in their guests' room if needed.

"Do I have to break Harrington's legs?" Eddie was worried about her depressed state.

"Dustin would be sad."

"I told you Henderson was high when talking about King Steve. There's no way he's a cool dude."

"He could've called me on my bullshit the first time. I don't think Steve wants me to feel bad about having an unrequited crush on him."

"Does he has any flaws? All you do is defend him."

"I give him the benefit of the doubt. I don't think Dustin Henderson is bad at reading people, he likes you, doesn't he?"

"Oh, Y/N, you're going soft on me."

"I'm just tired. I want to get over this stupid crush as soon as possible. The last thing I want is to make him uncomfortable. It's been too long, I'm too old to behave like this."

"And in a few months, you would be far away from here in a geniuses university, won't you?"

"I'll take you with me."

"That's presumptuous. Maybe I don't want to go."

"I don't care. I'll kidnap you."

"Then my future is sealed."

She hugged him and he kissed her head. Y/N was ready to just move on from Steve Harrington.

On Friday, Dustin and Mike had the audacity of asking Eddie for a postponement of the Cult of Vecna because Sinclair had his big basketball game. Eddie went all drama queen on them, making Y/N chuckle.

"Y/N!" Robin shouted, running towards her in her band attire.

"Looking good, Robin."

"Green is not really my color. I'm on my way to the gym."

"I thought so. I have the Hellfire campaign." She pointed the other way.

"Do you have a free place in your car? Steve has a date tonight and he can't drive me back home."

"No problem. Have fun with your trumpet."

"You too with your witch." Robin started walking backward.

"I'm a paladin," Y/N responded laughing, wincing when she saw Robin tripping, again.

The campaign was amazing. Erica Sinclair was a ferocious little woman and with so much sass that Y/N was sure Eddie was ready to make her an official member of the club, even if she was still a middle schooler. They got to destroy Vecna thanks to Lady Applejack.

"Hey, Y/N. I have some business to attend to," he winked at her, "drive safe home."

"You too, Eddie."

Getting out of the auditorium, the party was high on their triumph.

"Could you drive me home too?" Mike asked Y/N without looking her in the eyes. "I have to be home early."

"No problemo, my friend." Y/N intertwined her arm with his walking towards her car. "I heard that you have a plane to catch. Are you excited to go to California?"

Mike Wheeler was always shy; when Y/N talked directly to him, he sometimes blushed and laughed nervously.

"He's dying to visit his girlfriend," Dustin answered with a big smile.

"You boys and your girlfriends. Aren't you too young to date?"

"No, mom. Shut up," Dustin kept playing, intertwining his arm with Y/N's free one. "Plus, my Suzy is much better."

"So I heard. An A in Latin, huh?"

"You told her?" He accused Mike.

"It wasn't intentional!"

Truth is, he found her in the corridors after lunch in his search for a sub for Lucas, and she asked him about his grades. Mike panicked, as he usually did in front of her or Eddie, and he told her about how Dustin had made his girlfriend change his grades.

"Anyway. How long have you and Eddie been dating?" Erica asked her bluntly when they were next to the car.

Y/N laughed, "We're not dating. It's a common mistake."

"You could have fooled me," the kid deadpanned.

"We've been trying to make them date, but Y/N has a crush on Steve," Mike blurted out.

"Wheeler!"

"Why Steve?" Erica asked.

"Oh my God! Could we maybe not?" Y/N looked around, hoping the people surrounding them were too busy to pay attention to what they were talking about.

"I think Eddie is better than Steve for you," Mike claimed.

"Steve isn't a bad option," Dusting defended.

The boys started a discussion trying to figure out who was a better catch to Y/N. Erica, not wanting to participate in the nonsense, got into the backseat of the car.

"Robin! Hey guys, it's Robin! Robin Buckley! Hi! Hello!" Y/N shouted, begging all the ancient gods that Robin hadn't listened to the kids' discussion. She seemed oblivious.

"We could go now. Hi Erica. Your brother made us win the game. It was a good game and…" She kept talking about the game as they entered the car and Y/N started to drive it away. Then she saw them. Steve and a very beautiful girl walking toward his car. Robin was quiet for a moment uncertain of what to say. "Steve had told me that you seemed off the other day. Are you feeling better?"

"Peachy."

"Told you. Eddie's better," Mike whispered to Dustin in the backseat.

Before Robin could ask what he meant, Y/N turned on the radio.

The Harringtons' house was dark when Y/N parked in her own dark home. Those houses seemed bigger with emptiness. She started the kettle to make herself a good tea with honey and maybe rewatch Invasion of the Body Snatchers before going to sleep. Everything was set, she was in her pajamas and ready to enjoy her movie when something hit her backdoor repeatedly. The door was made of glass giving a perfect view of the pool and the wood, and, at that moment, a very distressed Eddie Munson. She opened the door in a rush asking him what had happened. After a few crazy mumbles, Eddie finally said something unbelievable, something that only her could believe.

"We'll figure it out."

"What do you mean we'll figure it out? Chrissy is dead in my trailer! I'm going to be hunted!!"

"I won't allow it. Eddie– Eddie, I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?" He nodded. "Good. You're going to be hidden here. I'm having some ideas… Do you mind staying in the basement?"

"You kidding? Your basement is better than my place. I didn't do it."

"I know, Eddie. I believe you."

"How can you believe me?"

"Because it's you. You would never hurt anybody. Hey… Hey, look at me, Eddie," Y/N held his face between her hands. "I'm going to protect you. You're safe here. I'll keep you safe."

To be continued...

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cuddlesslut · 4 years ago

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Part Five: Friends

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader , Hinata x fem reader

A/N: ahh this took me so long to write sorry guys! Been having a tough few days. But we are back in the game. So This chapter is mainly the relationship between Hinata and YN! I love Hinata so much im actually thinking about making another series with him after this one is done. Let me know if y’all would be interested. I decided to put a little NSFW scene in but there is a warning.

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, Smut. And more Angst.

Part Four: Chance Encounters

Part Six: Promises

The night you spent with Hinata is no less than amazing. You don’t remember passing out, but your eyes open from your groggy sleep. It takes you a moment to register that this is not your room. Your eyes widened realizing you had stayed the night which was not something you’d had planned on. You take in your surroundings Hinata lays behind you and arm draped over your waist. Your heart speeds up as you understand how close he is to you, his face nuzzled close to your neck. You could feel his light snores. Oh my goodness! You screamed in your head IM IN A MANS BED! AND HES CUDDLING ME! You had never slept with anyone other than Atsumu let alone cuddled. So this was a lot to process. The hardest thing to understand was why it felt so nice in his arms. You quickly shook that thought out of you mind, you probably were just touched starved you rationalized. That’s why you lie to yourself when his grip on your waist tightens and he pulls you closer to his chest, saying it doesn’t make your heart flutter your just nervous.

“Good morning,” he smiles his voice gruff from sleep. “What time is it,” he questions seeing that you had already been awake for a moment.

“I’m not sure,” you admitt rubbing your head, a twinge of pain zinging threw you. You were slightly startled when he leaned over your body reaching for his phone on the nightstand. A heat creeped onto your cheeks at the proximity of your naked bodies only a sheet separating him from your sight. Although the tenderness between your legs showed that you two had been plenty close the prior night. Thinking of some the activities that transpired last night caused more embarrassment to consume you. You did things with this complete stranger that had taken you forever to work yourself up to with Tsumu. You body was sore from the multiple rounds the ginger had put you through, his stamina was insane, although you couldn’t complain he aimed to please. He laid back down in his spot next to you checking his phone.

“It’s about to be 9:30, he yawns rubbing the sleep from his warm chestnut eyes. You peek over at him getting a better look of his physique in the daylight. Your eyes widened because damn was he hot. He laid on his side propped up on one elbow as he stared at the screen of his device. Your eyes trailed down his exposed chest and abdomen his defined abs and pecks on full display for you. As you look farther down the blanket falls carelessly over his lap one leg peeking out. You raised an eyebrow at the little peek of a tan line you could see. You were broke from you trance as he asks you a question.

“You wanna go get some breakfast?,” your eyes widened “ I’d offer to cook but my fridge is still pretty empty and plus my cooking sucks I’d hate to make you suffer through that,” he chuckled. It was too much this is supposed to be just sex, and breakfast sounds to much like a date, too domestic. You sit up quickly holding the sheet to your chest.

“Ah no I can’t, i-I uhhh need to go,” you stammered looking around the room for your clothes.

“Hey, hey it’s fine,” he try’s to calm you seeing how anxious you are. “you stay right here I’ll go grab your clothes and let you get changed,” he said standing pulling a pair of boxers on. You nodded and steadied your breathing as he went to gather your outfit from last night.

“There you go that should be everything,” he laid the pile on the bed next to you, “uhh sorry about your underwear,” he smiled nervously reaching his hand up to rub the back of his neck. You looked down at the pair of torn lace panties siting at the top of the pile.

You returned an embarrassed smile, “it’s okay,” you assure him.

“Well I’ll be in the kitchen making some coffee, uh the restroom is right out the door to the left if you need it, uhh take your time,” he said excusing himself to give you some privacy.

You take a moment to breath before you start to dress yourself. It felt a little strange to not have on underwear but you guess it’s a small price to pay for the pleasure you felt last night. You won’t lie you definitely needed that stress relief. You quickly finished putting yourself together before exiting the room seeing Hinata standing there at the counter full of confidence for being in only boxers with coffee mug in hand you notice his smile that never seems to stray far from his face just as present.

“Would you like a cup,” he asked gesturing to the still half full pot of coffee.

You smile politely smile before shaking your head no. “Uh I need to get going I have class today, but ..” you trail off trying to figure out how to word what needs to come next. “umm look thank for the offer for breakfast and you know for last night,” he breaks into a big smirk at the mention of last night’s activities. “ but I’m not looking for a relationship so it’s probably best we leave it off here,” still smiling, yet not as big as before, he nods. You breath a sigh of relief.

“No worries I get it.”

“Well in that case, goodbye Shoyo, see ya,” you gave a small wave before exiting his apartment.

Hopefully, Hinata thinks to himself wanting to in deed see you again.

As much as you swore it was a one time occurrence you kept finding yourself back in Shoyo's bed. It was always the same you’d head to your bar, sit in your usual spot, order your usual drink and before long you’d see the orange haired man take his seat next to you. The first time you saw him after your lust filled night together was rather awkward. You were surprised when he sat to you and struck up a conversation like you hadn’t had a one night stand just last week. But the chatting was always so easy going you honestly didn’t mind having him around. Plus with him there less men were trying to chat you up. That second time you met him you told yourself you’d keep your pants on but a couple drinks and several laughs later you’d find yourself in his bed with the ginger in between your legs. You could never find it in yourself to be angry at yourself afterwards ,And while this started happening more frequently it was rare you’d stay the night like that first time. Usually getting an Uber home after getting dicked down. You couldn’t lie it was exhilarating being with Shoyo. Although if you were still pretty hammered Hinata would insist you stay not wanting something bad to happen on your way home. He’d offer you his bed while he opted for the couch. Eventually your routine changed you both swapped numbers and soon enough you weren’t meeting at the bar before heading to his place you weren’t needing the aid of alcohol to loosen you up before finding yourself in his bed... or his shower or really any surface in his apartment. You were both insatiable. In time you weren’t rushing away immediately after. Choosing to indulge him , you’ve come to realize that Hinata really enjoyed cuddling and aftercare. Always lighting up when you’d let him pamper you after a particularly rough or extensive session. He’d gladly spoil you after every round but you were still hesitant on to much intimacy. But occasionally you’d satisfy his want for cuddles. Although you’d deny it you rather enjoyed laying in his embrace feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep. That was another change you no longer accepted him sleeping on the couch when you stayed overnight not wanting to be an inconvenience but also knowing he’d never allow you to take the couch you stopped him one night stating that you’d like him to stay. His eyes lit up as he pounced back into the bed.

But you stayed firm in the fact that you weren’t looking for a relationship and he assured you that he understood and was okay with the arrangement. And that’s how it’s been for the last two months. It had been seven months since your relationship with Atsumu had ended and you would have never guessed that in seven month you’d be in a casual friends with benefits relationship with Hinata. And that’s what you would call yourselves, Hinata was your friend and you his. You steadily got to know each other more and more about each other’s lives. You were a little concerned when you found out it wasn’t solely beach volleyball he played but you put your worries to the side volleyball was a big enough sport. Right? All in all you’d say slowly but surely you were getting happier. You found yourself thinking of you know who less, and some of the pain was starting to subside. Although that distrust was still there. You were still broken. As close as you and Sho got there was still part of you that couldn’t trust yet. How did you know he wouldn’t get bored of you just like the setter had. You weren’t ready to put yourself up to get hurt again. You wanted to trust Hinata he was an amazing guy so kind and understanding never pushing you past what you were comfortable with. He constantly looked out for you checking on you during some of your intense study sessions as you readied for finals always making sure you were taking care of yourself and not overworking. If you stayed over he’d always make sure to set an extra alarm so you wouldn’t be late for class or work. It meant so much to you how much he cared but you just couldn’t believe in it , you had believed that Atsumu cared about you yet that was a lie. Who’s to say this wouldn’t end up just the same. That’s why you wanted to just be friends, a small part still kept a window of hope open that one day it may be more but it wouldn’t be fair to Hinata to bring up any of this while filled with so much uncertainty.

NSFW below if you’d rather not read it skip the first three paragraphs.

You laid there breaths ragged as Hinata pinned you to the bed your legs pressed to your chest as he pounded into you relentlessly. This was his favorite position he loved being so close to you being able to see all of the pleasure in your face as he worked your body over, your tits bouncing to the rhythm he set.

“Sho,” you moaned your thoughts clouded as he built up yet another orgasm, this was your third one since you had stepped foot into his bedroom.

“What’s that baby?” He smirks as he see you struggle to form words. He loved making you like this. Eyes crossed as you gasped for air, craving the release he’d give you. “Fuck beautiful you know how much I love it when your so fucked out you can’t speak straight,” he laughed. You smile at him happy to provide him with what he likes. Hinata was getting lost in his lust. He freed one of your legs letting it rest against his shoulder as he grabbed his headboard for a better angle as he started drilling into you. A loud whimper ripped threw you. You felt so full as his cock reached so deep into you. You knew you were done for and Sho could tell as well , “ that’s it beautiful go ahead and cum for me, fuck your so gorgeous like this,” he groaned as he followed you into his own release spilling himself into the condom.

You laid there breathless. Hinata stood disposing of the used rubber, he exited the room going to grab a soft wet rag and a glass of water making sure to clean and rehydrate you before climbing back into bed and pulling you onto his chest. You both laid there for a while catching you breath, your head resting on his chest arm wrapped around him as you nuzzled further into him. You could feel his heartbeat start to stabilize. He trailed one his hand up and down your back in a very soothing pattern. It felt amazing honestly laying here with him was better than anything you had ever experienced with Tsumu.

You couldn’t see it but Hinata laid there with the goofiest grin as much as he loved sex with you this was his favorite part. Holding you in his arms so tight calming you while you are still so vulnerable. He wishes it could be like this all the time. That he could wrap his arms around you at anytime to hold you whenever he wants, to wake up to your beautiful bed head. He pushes those thoughts to the side as much as he wants you to be his he knows you aren’t ready and the last thing he’d want to do is rush you. You had told him a while back about your ex and everything he had put you threw and how betrayed you were by his actions. You never told him who your ex was and he didn’t ask it wasn’t his place you’d tell him if he needed to know and he knew that. He hated how much your ex had broken you but all he wanted to do was to do his best to fix the damage done. As much as he wanted to be able to call you his , he was happy to wait.

You were finally back to normal but you weren’t ready to leave his embrace. You decided to strike up a some casual pillow talk. You asked him about his day, how his morning run had went. He asked if you were excited about graduation seeing as it was only a month away. You told him about some annoying customers you had at the cafe this morning. You were smiling up at him laughing at the story story he was telling when his eyes lit up!

“That’s right I haven’t told you yet but I made it through try outs!” He boasted. “ I made the team!” You could see the happiness radiating off of him. For some reason you got an unsettling feeling in your gut. You put it to the side.

“THATS AMAZING SHO!” You yelled launching forward wrapping him in a tight hug. “What team?”

“I’ll be playing for the MSBY Black Jackels,” he grins. You feel everything slow down. The words are still processing in your mind. No it can’t be! Why? Why did it have to be his team! Out of all the teams in Japan why did Hinata have to go to the one who’s starting setter ruined you. Suddenly all of the thoughts and memories of Atsumu that had been hidden from you recently came crashing back to you. You wanted nothing to do with him. You couldn’t do it, for the same reason you had pushed away all of your friends and uprooted your life you couldn’t do this, you couldn’t let him back into your life you weren’t nearly ready for him to be in anyway connected to your life. All of the these overwhelming thoughts at were crashing over you were interrupted when Hinata asked his question. One you knew the answer to but couldn’t give to him.

“We have a game next week, would you come watch me play?” He smiled at you. You looked up at him saddness in your eyes. You quickly stood up gathering and putting on your clothes. Stammering for a response. Hinata sat up in alarm at your sudden actions he could sense something wasn’t right. He waits for you to speak seeing you try to form your words. Now fully dressed. You looked up at him his normally smiling face wasn’t there instead it was a face of worry.

“ I-I can’t Shoyo, I can’t go to your game,” you looked around grabbing your purse and phone, “I need to go Sho.” Hinata was now standing he was so confused everything was just fine what had gone wrong. Had he pushed you to far? Was inviting you to his game to intimate?

“Wait YN,” he said reaching for you he need to know you were okay.

“ I’m so so sorry Shoyo I just need to leave, I’m so sorry,” you said frantically looking into his eyes trying to truly express your sincerity in your apology. It wasn’t his fault. He was just excited about his dream and here you were ruining the moment. You always ruin everything you chastised yourself. With one last woeful look you were gone out the door. Hinata was left there in utter confusion. He let out a sigh before sitting back down on the bed letting out a groan of frustration.

You closed the door to your apartment with a thud finally allowing the tears you were keeping in to flow free. You kicked off your shoes before throwing yourself onto your bed. You let out a scream of frustration into your pillow as sobs over came you. The exhaustion of the day took you over and soon you were out like a light.

You woke up a couple hours later it was only around seven o’clock and your stomach was growling. This wasn’t going to be a good night. You look at your phone seeing several texts and a missed call from the ginger. You let out a groan, first you needed food and then you needed booze. You went to your bathroom taking a quick shower finally cleaning your post sex body. Before putting on a simple outfit. You slipped out your apartment door and out into the Tokyo night. You stopped at one of your favorite food stalls getting a small bowl of ramen to warm your tired soul. Normally you’d head to your Usual bar but you couldn’t there was the chance of running into Shoyo there and that’s not something you were ready for. You pulled out your phone finding a bar not to far out of your area, it had a sleeker vibe but maybe a little change would be good. So with that you head straight there. Its more crowded than what you were used to. It had a more lively crowd than you local bar. There were couples dancing and large groups of friends standing around and laughing. You head to the bar starting off with two shots straight back to back. Tonight wasn’t a night you wanted to go easy. You sat down at the bar nursing the drinking you had just ordered. You thought back to the incident with Hinata, he must hate you, you figured. He was always there for you yet one mention of you ex and you couldn’t even suck it up to be happy for him. You hated that. He deserved better than what you gave him. You were getting lost in your thoughts letting you mind go down a rabbit hole. Finally you looked up from your drink eyes scanning the bar. And that’s when it happens your eyes lock onto each other from the other side of the bar. It felt like all the air in your lungs suddenly evaporated. It felt unreal like you weren’t really seeing him standing there. He looked just as stunned like he had just seen a ghost. He snaps out of his first and when he starts to walk towards you it finally hits you that it’s really him. You finally breath and when you do his name leaves your lips.

“Suna,”

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The Arrangement Chapter 9

Series Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: Getting your bearings at BigHit

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It’s fine it’s fine, Yoongi kept repeating to himself this morning after you had left to go to the security office. I’m not even home that often, it’s not her fault. He slipped on a t-shirt and jeans and went downstairs. He put his dishes away and looked in the foyer. Two suitcases and a backpack were sitting there. He couldn’t believe this was all you had. That’s it. He sighed and picked up the bags, wheeling them over to the guest bedroom. He looked around the room and frowned. He would need to order a few more blankets. He took out his phone and ordered some quickly. He walked into the guest bathroom. No towels. He placed an order for those as well. Even if you ended up living somewhere else, it was good to have extra towels and blankets, he reasoned with himself.

He checked his calendar and yours. You should still be in the security office with Namjoon. He had already texted Hobi earlier.

Y:WTF dude, I thought you were my friend

JHOOOOOOPE: I brought a nice looking girl to your house, how is that not nice **angel**

Y: You can’t just drop someone off into someone else’s house without asking!

JHOOOOOOPE: It’s not my fault no one told you. I was told to deliver your new assistant to your apartment because you needed her to be available to whims at all times. I do what I’m told like every other person who works here. **shrug** it could be worse. I could use an assistant. Send her my way if it doesn’t work **Grin**

Y: >=(

Yoongi walked off the Elevator and saw Namjoon’s smug face there "What the hell is wrong with you?" Yoongi growled, walking up to him. He was surprised he didn’t see you anywhere.

"Not now Yoongi, I have a meeting in 15 minutes." Namjoon sighed. That fucking prick.

"You just dropped a girl into my house without telling me and think I'm not going to have something to say about it?"

"You knew she was starting today. You agreed that the two of you were going through with all of this. What did you think that meant? Huh?" Namjoon said, almost bored.

"Why don't I get a say in any of this?" Yoongi raised his voice, exasperated.

"You did. You picked her." Namjoon said calmly as he pushed the up button on the elevator.

"This is such bullshit!" he yelled. You walked around the corner, surprising him.

The elevator for Namjoon arrived and he got on it, not bothering to look back.

You walked closer to Yoongi. "Hey. I'm sorry this was a surprise for you. It was to me too. I thought I would be in a dorm with a bunch of other girls." You gave him a sympathetic look.

He took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry it's not you. It's just...ughhh…" He put the hat back on.

"Really. It's fine. It seems like Namjoon isn't interested in our opinions though, huh? I'm a good roommate. I'm quiet and I clean up after myself. And I can cook."

Yoongi wasn’t angry at you, so his feelings had morphed into pouting at this point. "It's fine I put your bags in the guest bedroom." He pushed a button on the elevator. He sighed

"Thanks Yoongi." you said, standing next to him.

“And I can cook too. So don’t think that’s part of your job or anything.”

“Now what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t cook for you,” You teased as the doors opened up. You were surprised to see him blushing. He hit the button for the 12th floor, feeling like a total idiot.

You looked so cute and professional. He tried to not think about the fact you had seen him in his underwear that morning. He looked down, mumbling something, hoping you wouldn’t notice how embarrassed he was. He was eager to just get to his studio. He understood abstractly that the two of you would be spending time together but now that it was actually happening, he felt awkward and shy. And vaguely annoyed by everyone else. He got off the elevator with you following. “What are you doing exactly?” He turned and asked.

“I’m your assistant. I’m supposed to help you. Do I have a desk or anything? There wasn’t really an orientation. There isn’t anything on the calendar for the rest of the day.”

“Oh. Ok. Umm take the rest of the day off…? Go unpack?” He shrugged.

You scowled. “That doesn’t seem particularly helpful especially since you want me to move out.”

Yoongi sighed and continued to move down the hallway, “You don’t need to do that. There,” he pointed. “That’s Jiwoo. She’s the office manager for this floor. Ask her if she knows anything. I need to get to my studio.”

You had so many more questions but you didn’t want to bother Yoongi.“Ok. See you later.” You turned and walked over to the woman he had indicated to.

Yoongi continued on to his studio. He had no idea if you had a desk or not. He hadn’t really put thought into it. He cursed himself for not thinking to ask Namjoon about any of this. He detested appearing as though he didn’t know something, which unfortunately meant he hadn’t asked questions when he should have. Oh well. He hoped Jiwoo could straighten it out. Otherwise he would later today. He typed in his pass code and walked into his studio. Fortunately he felt inspired this morning and went straight for his notebook.

“Hello. Excuse me?” You said as you walked up to the desk of the woman who had been identified to you as the office manager. She appeared to be older than you; her hair cut into a bob, she also had super cute glasses. She looked up.

“Yes, can I help you with something?”

“I’m Mr. Min’s new assistant, [Y/N]. Today is my first day and nobody really seems sure what to do with me.”

She laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me at all. They all do a great job with the big picture around here. But the details? That’s my specialty.” She stood up. “Follow me. Your desk is over here, near the lounge area. It’s a little noisy, but it’s across from the coffee maker. Which is important because Min Yoongi loves coffee.”

“Yes, thank you. That is like one of the only things I do know.” You smiled, grateful for any help.

“You don’t have a company laptop yet. I would expect it by Monday. You can do most things via the App though. If something does come up, let me know and we can work something out. Now, if you walk around the corner here,” she led the way. “We have some empty studios. If you ever need to rent space for any reason, they are available under the App. Mr. Min has his own studio so you shouldn’t need to book any spots unless you are helping with a collaborator. Speaking of, here is his studio. Good luck with that.” She pointed down to the doormat which had a cat flipping you both off. You laughed. You looked at the plate by the door. “Min Suga. Genius Lab.”

“Humble. Nice.” You pointed at the placard.

“He is really good though.” She said thoughtfully. She began to move down the rest of the hallway, pointing out the restrooms and arriving back at her desk. “Also, don’t wait up on him. He’s in there most of the time. Follow your calendar. If you try to follow his, you’ll never sleep or you’ll end up with a sleeping disorder. Seriously. He sleeps in there sometimes.” She sat back down at her desk.

Your eyes bugged out a little bit at this. Damn that was some dedication. You hoped he at least had a futon in there then. Jeeze. “Alright. Thanks so much. I appreciate it.”

You almost wished you would have kept your desk plant now, looking at the empty space. You had a few office items in the bags in Yoongi’s house but nothing really worth going back for. A message popped up on your phone. **ORDER READY MIN YOONGI #2983627** You clicked on it. Apparently there was an order at the store ready for Yoongi. Because there was a store in the company building. Huh. Ok. I guess this is part of my job now. You looked up where the store was and headed down to the 2nd floor. It appeared to be a multipurpose grocery and home-goods store with also a few clothing items. Looking around you found the *Pick up online order* section and walked over. You queued up and recognized the perfectly coiffed blonde hair of Namjoon’s assistant.

You gave him a light tap on the shoulder. “Hey!”

Jimin turned around, surprised to see the girl from the interview last week standing behind him. “Hey you.” He smiled, “so you got the job?”

You nodded. “Yep. Sorry again about last week. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He laughed, his eyes turning into adorable crescent-moons “I’m sorry I literally yelled “shit” at you. So I think we’re even.” He stuck out a hand, “Park Jimin. Nice to officially meet you.” You shook it. “I see you have figured out some stuff. You’ll be on the 14th floor with Yoongi right?”

“Yep. I just got my desk. That’s it. The rest of the day doesn’t have anything and he hasn't given me anything to do yet.”

Jimin turned to move forward in line, with you following suit. He turned back, “Well Yoongi hasn’t had an assistant before but if he’s anything like Namjoon he’ll figure out a million things for you to do soon. Once they get used to it they forget how to even use food delivery apps or how to do their own laundry.” He shook his head. “To clarify: I don’t do his laundry. I coordinate the dry cleaning.”

“And here I was imagining you washing Namjoon’s undies.” You teased, causing him to laugh some more.

“Noooo stop. I don’t want that mental image.” Jimin licked his lips. “If you’re not doing anything later you should join me and Tae for drinks. Not at Club Tokki.” You raised your eyebrows. “Sorry, I peeked at your resume. Think about it and let me know.” He cut the conversation short as it was his turn in line. He concluded his business at the counter quickly. He turned around, carrying a few paper bags. “I’ll see you around.”

You waved, “Alright, I’ll text you about later.” It felt so nice to be included on your first day. He seemed fun. You stepped up and held the QR code up for them to scan. You were handed two paper bags and a larger plastic one. You took them and stepped aside, reading the stapled receipt paper. **PINK TOWELS X 4** on one of the bags. **QUEEN SIZE BLANKET WHITE X 2** on the larger one. He bought me blankets and towels!?!?! You took the bags back to the apartment. Yoongi had taken your bags and put them nicely in the corner of your room. You were pretty sure this stuff was for the guest bedroom and bathroom but you didn’t want to seem presumptuous.

YN: Hey! I picked up your order from the store. Where should I put the towels and blankets?

You waited a few minutes, unpacking one of your bags.

Y: Those are for you. The washing machine is upstairs in the hallway.

YN: Thank you so much. Pink is my favorite color!

Y: :]

You went and started a load of towels and continued to unpack. Holy shit. This was weird. You went back upstairs with the blankets. The upstairs loft area had a more lived in feel to it, with blankets strewn over a black couch, a large tv, and a video game system. There was also a keyboard in the corner. There was a short hallway containing a closet and the washer and dryer. You assumed the door at the end of the hallway led to his room. You were a very private person yourself, so you weren’t about to intrude on that. You honestly felt weird being in the loft area, it felt as though the lower level was for show and this was where Yoongi actually lived.

You moved some more laundry around and decided to head back to the office. You still weren’t sure about joining Jimin for drinks tonight. You decided you would wait and see what the laundry status was. You set a timer on your phone and went back to the office. You stopped by the lounge area and made a coffee for yourself while preparing a coffee for Yoongi. Another ping on your phone.

***EVENT ADDED SATURDAY 6 PM***

Retirement Party for Lee Soobin Akioko Flame Restaurant

The espresso stopped dripping. You added the water and then poured it over ice. You walked over to the studio and gave the door a knock. No answer.

You huffed in slight irritation while trying to get your phone out one-handed.

YN: It’s me. I have coffee.

Y: Leave it by the door.

YN: :( But someone could kick it over

Yoongi took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

Y: Give me a minute.

He got to what he deemed was a good stopping point and walked over to the door, opening it the slightest bit.

“Here you go.” You handed him the iced coffee.

He took it, eyeing you suspiciously. “What?” You said, exasperated. You had lovingly hand-crafted this brew.

“You like shitty coffee so I’m worried.” He took a sip. His eyebrows went up. “This is not shitty. This is good. Where did you get it from?” He noticeably relaxed, the doorway opening slightly more.

“I made it using the espresso maker in the break room.” You said. “I worked in a coffee shop before I was old enough to work in bars. Shitty coffee has to do more with sleep deprivation than actual preferences.”

“True true.” He said, his lips pouting as he took another sip. The sound of a phone ringing in the studio cut through the air. He scowled, making no attempt to answer it.

“Is that your work phone?” You asked.

“Yes. I imagine it’s Jimin or one of BPD’s assistants.”

“So...shouldn’t you answer it?” You asked.

Yoongi shrugged and walked into his office, not bothering to shut the door. You took this as a slight invitation and followed him in. You took a brief look around before the phone rang again and you identified it’s location. You walked over and picked it up. “Genius Lab. This is [Y/N] speaking.”

Yoongi turned around to ask what the fuck you were doing but then you had sounded so professional, he just plopped down in his work chair instead, a dumbfounded look on his face.

“I’m not sure. I’ll find out and get back with you. What’s the number?” You took out your phone and typed the information in. “Ok yes. Thank you.” You hung up the phone.

“What are you doing exactly?” He asked. You weren’t sure if he was angry, amused, or confused. He was difficult to read sometimes.

You smirked. “Being your assistant. Would you like me to have this phone forward to mine so it doesn’t ring in here?”

Yoongi’s eyes grew slightly wider, “You can do that?”

“Yep. There’s an app for it.” You responded, happy some of your previous office experience actually translated to this position.

“Yes. Please God yes.” He said quickly.

You laughed, setting up the forwarding application. You picked up the phone to see what the number of the studio was. “Alright. I can at least triage some of the calls for you.” You said, satisfied with yourself. “Also. Ew.” You eyed a few take-out containers and coffee cups. “I’m coming back for...this.” You gestured to the room and excused yourself to get a trash bag.

Yoongi sat there slightly dazed. He rarely let anyone into his studio and yet you had just come in, fixed his phone anxiety issue, and also scolded him. He scrolled through his phone, seeing the event on Saturday. It was annoying but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with you and J-Hope there. Maybe. Even if it all was a stupid pretend performance.

You retrieved a trash bag from the break room and came back. You started cleaning without saying anything. It was becoming obvious that Jiwoo had spoken the truth, Yoongi really did spend most of his time in here. You made your way around the surfaces, throwing trash away. To your shock, Yoongi just sat there, drinking his coffee and scrolling through his phone.

“Thanks again for the towels and blankets. It was very thoughtful of you.”

“No problem.”

“Are we going to the party on Saturday?”

Yoongi looked up at you, “Sure.”

And just like that, you had committed to your first event at BigHit. “Alright, I’ll let Jin know.”

Yoongi shifted in his seat slightly, “is that who called?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Has he hit on you yet?”He asked casually, belying the fact that he was actually very interested in how you would react to the infamous flirt.

You giggled. You were almost all the way done tidying up. “Of course. Have you seen his face? He had to let me know how in demand it is at all times.” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, him and Namjoon stopped by the bar last week. Idiots.”

“Agreed.” Yoongi felt his body become more at ease with your answer. He didn’t know why he cared.

You looked around the spartan room. “Alright. I’m all done. Do you need anything else?”

Yoongi put his phone down. “Just to get back to my writing.”

You were so very curious but you didn’t want to intrude. “Sure thing. See you later.” You picked up your trash bag and left the room, shutting the door behind you. You were honestly surprised at how easy your day had been so far. You sat the trash bag down by your cubicle, unsure of where to deposit it. A text to Jiwoo about the dumpster and an RSVP to Jin about the party on Saturday and your day was almost done. You dropped the garbage off on your way to the apartment to switch out laundry. You were getting tired.

YN: Hey! I’m going to take a rain check for tonight. I am so tired and I still need to unpack ;-; I do want to though, so don’t think I’m blowing you off. Lunch tomorrow?

JM: Shit I totally forgot you would need to unpack and everything. Sorry. No worries. Also, check your schedule, we have a huge design meeting around lunch time so they will most likely have it catered. I’ll buy you a drink on Saturday if you actually get Yoongi to attend.

You raised your eyebrows. It was on the schedule clear as day, on you and Yoongi’s calendar. Why wouldn’t he attend?

YN: Of course he’ll be there. Why wouldn’t he be?

JM: HAHAHAHA good luck. See you tomorrow!

It was already after five so you didn’t bother going back down to the office. You finished the laundry and finished your unpacking. And then you stood in the apartment just staring. The sun had gone down and the windows had a lovely view of the city. You could see part of the river and one of the many lit up bridges. You turned on the kitchen light. Shit. You had no idea what the food situation looked like here. Your stomach growled. You took some rice out of the cooker, leaving enough for Yoongi and sat at the countertop.

You opened up your personal email. You had paid the dorm deposit for your brother, using your “disappear in the middle of the night and change your name again” emergency fund to pay for it. It had scared the shit out of you to pull all your money from savings and you still were secretly afraid that the job was lying about how much money it would pay you. Before you knew it, it was 9.

YN: Hey, I ate some of the rice but I don’t want to just go through your kitchen. Do you want me to order or make anything?

No response. Ok. He was probably busy. You rifled through the cabinets. If his office was any indicator there should be at least a few ramyeon packs you could eat and replace. Bingo. You made a spicy prawn one and texted one more time.

YN: I owe you a spicy prawn ramyeon pack. Thanks again for everything. See you tomorrow.

You set the coffee maker for the next day and brush your teeth. You nestled into your new bed complete with one of your new fluffy blankets. You couldn't remember the last time you had your own bedroom. It was before your sister was born. The two of you had always shared a room. And then 7 years ago you started sharing a room with her and your niece. You took a deep breath, feeling as though you were letting 7 years of bullshit go all at once. If only it were all so simple. NEXT CHAPTER @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny

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peachhcs · 4 years ago

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It Was All Yellow

Pairing : Luke Patterson x Fem!OC

Summary : Blaire makes quick friends with Julie and Flynn during her first day at Los Feliz High School which took her by surprise. Although, that wasn’t her first surprising thing of the morning.

Word Count : 2.7K

My first Julie and the Phantoms Series?? My first series in general actually. (On Tumblr anyways, I’m on wattpad too!) Anyways, this is Luke with my own original character so I hope you guys enjoy it!

Yes I know it seems like Blaire isn’t gonna end up with Luke in the beginning but it’s all character development and Ryan’s for the plot later ;)

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Chapter 1 : The New Girl

Blaire hated first impressions. They made her feel awkward and it was always a case of, i promise i’m not this awkward, i just hate first impressions. just wait until you get to know me more. Although, she has been saying that to people for the past 3 years everytime she moved, so it was kind of like second nature to her and it just kind of went over her head. Blaire hates goodbyes, so she tries not to get too close to anyone anymore because then it would just be a mess of saying goodbye and omg i promise i’ll text and call every night! They never did call.

This time it was different, though. Blaire walked into Los Feliz High School on her first day and she instantly spotted two girls, one with beautiful dark-colored skin with an incredible fashion sense and a second one with curls to die for. Blaire wished her flat, sort of wavy, damaged, aburn colored-hair did what that beautiful girl’s hair did. Something inside her just set a spark off and she just had to talk to them. Something was compelling her to be their friend, so Blaire did just that against her better judgement.

“Hi..” Blaire spoke up softly once she was close enough to the two friends. Their conversation had cut short at the sound of a new voice and they turned their heads towards Blaire. A smile found it’s way onto the curly-haired girl’s lips. Her smile was soft, it brought an immense calming feeling over Blaire’s persona.

“Hey, are you new here?” The curly-haired girl’s voice was soft and Blaire didn’t know what she was expecting but it definitely wasn’t the girl just knowing she was new at the school. Most people never even payed attention to new kids, they hardly ever knew that there were new kids in the first place. Blaire couldn’t help the smile finding it’s way onto her lips.

“Um, yeah. I am, how’d you know?” Blaire chuckles a little, holding her backpack straps tighter. The girl just shrugged a little, chuckling too.

“Just a hunch. I’m Julie. That’s Flynn over there.” She motioned over to the girl with pretty box-braids and that still, incredible, fashion sense. Flynn waved with a small smile.

“I’m Blaire, by the way. I love you fashion sense.” Blaire says looking at Flynn who smiles deeply, glancing down to see what outfit she had on today.

“Thank you! I’d be damned if I didn’t win best dressed senior year.” Flynn laughs glancing between Blaire and Julie who join in on her laughter.

“They would be wrong to not vote for you. Nobody can top Flynn’s style.” Julie says glancing over at Blaire who nods in agreement. There really wasn’t anyone who could match what Flynn was pulling off. Blaire was a little jealous herself, if she was being honest.

“It’s true. It really is incredible. You’ll have to give me some tips.” Blaire says glancing down at her own clothes. Just a simple jean jacket pulled over a peach t-shirt tucked into some denim shorts.

“Girl, you already look fab, but don’t worry, I’ll hit you up with the good people.” Flynn winked and Blaire laughed and nodded. She already loved these girls and she’s barely known them for 5 minutes. She didn’t know what it was, but there was just something about them that was making her want to be apart of their friend group and know more about them. These girls held their heads high, they were confident, strongly independent, Blaire could literally feel it. She really had never met people like these girls before.

“What class do you have first? Maybe if it’s around where we are we can all walk together?” Julie suggested and Blaire quickly dug her schedule from her pocket. It was a little ripped and tattered but it was still readable.

“Umm, AP Literature with Mrs. Shall.” Blaire read aloud and she heard Flynn let out what sounded like an impressed whistle.

“So you’re like, smart smart. Okay Blaire, I see you.” Flynn coos and Blaire’s face went a little red at that. She just shrugs, to her it wasn’t really a big deal. Her dad always wanted her to take all the advanced classes to help her transcript and all that stuff to do with getting into a good college.

“Not really. I bet there’s so many other people who are smarter than me. I’m actually more into music and stuff.” Blaire admits and this was the first time she’s opened up this much about herself on the first day. Usually, it’d take her a few days to crack because she put a wall up because she hated letting people in only to leave not long after. This was different, though. Much different.

“No way, us too. Julie’s actually in a band.” Flynn says and Blaire pushes her eyebrow up at Julie who smiles shyly. Blaire looks her over once more before it finally clicks in her head.

“Wait, you’re Julie and the Phantoms?” Blaire asks in disbelief. Ever since she saw that youtube video last year of the band performing, she’s been in love. They sang and sounded like angels and Julie had such an amazing stage presence.

“Guilty.” Julie chuckles and Blaire’s eyes widen even more. She squeals a little bit quickly shuts her mouth in embarrassment. Julie and Flynn both chuckle at her little squeal.

“Sorry, that was embarrassing. You guys are amazing I’ve seen the youtube video and listened to a few of the tracks you guys have recorded. It’s all amazing. You guys sound so great together.” Blaire gushes, her inner fan girl coming out. Julie smiles warmly at her words always loving the positive feedback.

“Thank you, that means a lot. We’ve been working really hard this past year to bring good stuff to the table. We’re excited.” Julie smiles and Blaire had to stop herself from squealing again.

“That’s awesome. I’ll definitely be looking forward to it. Plus, however you do those holograms, that’s literally incredible. It looks so real, too.” Blaire gushes again not being able to contain herself.

“Julie, I think she’s a keeper. She loves the band and she’s really nice.” Flynn says glancing over at Blaire who found herself blushing again at the hospitality. She’s never been treated this nicely by people she’s met on her first day. Blaire could say they were keepers too.

Before the three could do anything else, there was a sound of a bell that Blaire assumed it meant it was time to head to first period.

“Quick, run us down your schedule, we have to have classes with you at some point or at least B lunch.” Julie speaks up quickly and Blaire nods, pulling her schedule out again to read it down to the girls.

“AP Lit, Calculus II, French III, AP Government, Music, B lunch!, AP Biology, and free period.” Blaire reads aloud and Julie and Flynn jump around in excitement that she had B lunch with them.

“Awesome! I have Calc II in second period so I’ll see you then.” Julie says with a smile and she waved before walking off down the hallway to class.

“My class is in the direction of AP Lit so I’ll be glad to walk with you.” Flynn says holding out her arm for Blaire to link with. The auburn-haired girl smiled warmly as she linked arms with her new friend and started their way in the opposite direction Julie went.

“So, Miss Blaire, tell me about yourself. I want to know everything.” Flynn starts and Blaire chuckles. She pauses to try and think of something interesting but her life wasn’t really that interesting. Well..none of what she could say anyway..

“I like dogs?” Blaire says grimacing at how bland and boring that sounded.

“Dogs are cool. What kind of music are you into and any special talents with instruments?” Flynn continues not missing a beat and Blaire smiles, liking that Flynn wanted to get to know her. It was a nice change of pace.

“Well I can play the piano 100%. I’m kind of self-taught? I just picked it up one day when I was like 8 and it went from there. I’ve been trying to learn the guitar but I’m not the greatest at it and I guess I can sort of sing?” Blaire shrugs. Singing wasn’t really her main passion, she liked it, it was just kind of something she did on the side though. Her mom always told her she should have taken it further because according to her mom, she had a really nice signing voice.

“A girl with many talents. I like it. You should definitely stop by Julie’s sometime and we can see what you got up your sleeve.” Flynn says nudging her again and Blaire chuckles with a small nod.

“Alright, yeah. Definitely. What about you miss fashionista?” Blaire asks raising her eyebrow. She wanted to know more about Flynn, too considering how she held herself and her very outgoing personality.

“I’m not so much of a singer, but I do like DJing and I can play the trumpet.” Flynn says and Blaire nods impressively. This girl really could do it all and was it all.

“Djing, I like it. It suits you.” Blaire says and Flynn smiles as they slow down to a bunch of open classrooms students were walking in to.

“Alright, see you later Blaire. Stay fresh.” Flynn says before breaking off and heading into her own classroom. Blaire chuckles with a smile before turning into her own classroom.

The girl scans the room, trying to find a good seat when someone suddenly runs into her, almost sending her flying but they were quick to catch her.

“Oh shit, my bad. Are you okay?” Blaire breaks away from whoever’s grasp she was in to meet eyes with a blue eyed, crazy brown haired boy who had a very concerned look on his face.

“Oh yeah, I’m good. Sorry.” Blaire rushes out shaking her head and the boy raises his eyebrow.

“You’re sorry? I nearly knocked you over. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks and Blaire tilts her head a little. Maybe it was something in this school’s water but everyone she’s met so far, not mentioning it’s only been 2 people, has been extremely nice. All the people from other schools across California have been stuck up and extremely arrogant.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Save yourself the sweat, crazy hair.” Blaire felt a little bold so she went for it, adding in the little nickname. She saw him smile a little before quickly taming his wild head of hair.

“That bad, huh?” He says and Blaire nods. She spotted an open seat in the middle row so she started to make a beeline for it. Middle row seats were the best after all, not too close to the teacher, and not too far away to get caught up in whatever drugs were being passed in the back row. Blaire found her seat and the same crazy haired boy followed after her, grabbing the seat beside hers.

“This seat taken?” He asks raising his eyebrow and Blaire chuckles and shakes her head.

“Be my guest.” Blaire says and the boy smiles. She gives him an amused smile back before pulling out her notebook for the class and a pencil.

“Oh, I’m Ryan by the way.” The boy spoke up again and Blaire glances at him with a smile.

“Blaire.” She responds and the boy returns her smile. Maybe this new change wouldn’t be so bad after all..she could rebuild herself, wash away everything anyone’s ever known about her and start new. I mean, she deserved it, right?

—

Blaire caught sight of Julie as soon as she entered the classroom and the girl waved her over. Blaire quickly hurried over to her and grabbed the seat next to Julie’s desk before anyone else could take it.

“So what do you think so far? Are you liking it?” Julie pushes her questions and Blaire laughs. She shrugged because she’s only had one period and met about 3 people so she couldn’t judge it yet.

“I’ll let you know around lunch, I’ve only met like 3 people so far.” Blaire laughs and Julie pushes up her eyebrow and a smirk falls on her lips.

“3? Who’s the lucky third?” Julie teases and Blaire just shakes her head with a chuckle.

“I met him last period. It’s name Ryan.” Blaire explains and Julie was already oohing and ahhing.

“Sounds like you two had a good interaction.” Julie says poking her friend’s cheek to indicate there was a blush on them. Blaire pushes her hand away and rolls her eyes.

“I don’t even know him so let’s not take it that far.” Blaire laughs and Julie only shrugs.

“Mark my words, Blaire. I know and see everything.” Julie says with a smirk. Blaire laughs and nods just to make Julie happy. The two girls turn in their seats when the teacher comes in, indicating it was time to start class. They exchange one last smile before pulling out their notes to start class.

Blaire didn’t notice it at first, she was too focused on copying the notes down in time before the teacher switched to the next slide because he was going a little too fast. Blaire had never really been a math wiz but she wasn’t bad at it. She did good and maintained a B+ to A average so she was satisfied and her dad was pretty satisfied with her scores too. He used to be really strict and really pounded into her head that she needed to do well, but ever since her mom passed away a few years ago, he’s laid off a little which Blaire was grateful for.

It was the pink pullover that caught Blaire’s eye that made her turn her head in Julie’s direction to see what was going on. Not really sure what she expecting when she looked, but it definitely wasn’t a boy with Troy Bolton hair, black jeans, vans, a pink pullover standing in front of Julie’s desk. Blaire blinked and then blinked again to make sure what she was seeing was real. She swears the boy wasn’t in the class and she didn’t know how the teacher didn’t see him standing right in front of Julie’s desk.

Blaire glanced at the teahcer, who still didn’t notice the boy standing right there. Was she like seeing things? But she couldn’t be seeing things if Julie was looking right at this kid and scribbling things down into her notebook like she was talking to him. Julie finally glanced over at Blaire for a quick second but she didn’t miss that confused glance and the direction she was looking in. Blaire saw Julie and the kid exchange a glance before looking back at her with wide eyes.

Julie quickly shot her arm up and Blaire suddenly became a little worried.

“Yes, Miss Molina?” The teahcer asks, stopping his lesson. Julie glances to Blaire, a look telling her to follow her lead.

“May Blaire and I use the bathroom? Girl problems.” Julie says and Blaire raised her eyebrow wondering how Julie had that much confidence to say that in front of the whole class. She heard the class snicker a little but the teacher clapped his hands, telling them to be quiet.

“Yes, you may.” The teacher says and Julie nods a thank you. She glances at Blaire and motions for her to follow her out. Blaire quickly packs her backpack up and follows Julie out of the room without another word. The boy in the pink pullover followed after them and yet, he still hasn’t been seen or mentioned by anyone in the classroom.

Julie pulled Blaire around the corner, stopping the two of them where they were out of earshot from any other classrooms. Blaire looks between Julie and the boy very confused and very worried because Julie looked surprised, not worried, but shocked.

“You can see him? Like right here, in front of your face?” Julie asks pointing over at the boy and Blaire glances at the boy who meets her eyes and slowly nods.

“Am I not supposed to be able to see him?..” Blaire trails off slightly. She was getting lost and Julie and the boy exchange another glance.

“What am I wearing?” The boy asks glancing down at his outfit and Blaire looks it over again too.

“A pink pullover with black jeans and checkered vans.” Blaire explains what she sees and Julie’s eyes widen. Blaire was still very confused as to what was happening and why Julie was so surprised she could see this cute boy in front of her.

“She can see me! She can see me! Do you think she can see Alex and Reggie too?” The boy exclaims jumping up and down now and Blaire glances at Julie for help. The girl lets out a sigh.

“Looks like we’ve got a alot of explaining to do..”

#julie and the phantoms #japt #japt reggie #japt alex #japt luke #luke patterson #luke patterson x oc #luke patterson fluff #luke patterson imagine #julie molina #flynn jatp #fluff #series #luke patterson x blaire sailor

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harryhooksgazebos267 · 4 years ago

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Broken Trust~ Part Ten

Paring: Bang Chan x reader; Mark Tuan x reader(arranged marriage)

Genre: Mafia au, angst, little bit of everything honestly

Warnings: Cursing, mafia life and shizzle

MASTERLIST

“You played that off well,” Lisa joked while she plopped down on your bed.

“Oh shut up,” You mumble while jumping on top of her. Jennie and Rosé take a seat on the bottom of your bed, while you shifted so Jisoo could sit next to Lisa and you at the top of your bed.

“I can’t help it! Knowing what I know now, Jaebum scares me. I’ve always trusted him and thought of him as my older brother but now? I wouldn’t even question if he would kill me on the spot. I’m scared. I have to live here with these people who want nothing more than for me to die or for me to give over my mafia. I don’t know what to do.”

“Not everyone here is against you,” Rosé points out.

“Yes, they all are.”

“You have Itzy dummy.”

“That is if they know I’m on their side,” You point out.

“That’s true but I’m sure Chan will tell them soon,” She counters.

“I guess.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed by being so stressed,” Jennie said while laughing a little.

“Listen, why don’t you have Jihyo come here now so we all can talk. That way, you’ll know if you have another insider or if we need to ditch this plan now and run like hell. I think that’ll take away some of your stress,” Jisoo suggest.

“Yeah, let’s do that. Umm....I have no idea if she’s here or not,” You trail off.

“Why don’t you go ask the boys if she’s here, maybe try to have a small conversation with them without being so weird so you don’t look so damn suspicious,” Lisa stated causing you to hit her with a pillow.

“That’s a dumb idea and I’m not acting suspicious!”

“You kind of are,” Rosé agrees causing you to gasp.

“You were the one person I thought would always be on my side,” You fake cried out.

“Stop being dramatic and take your ass downstairs. I’m with Lisa on this one,” Jennie stated while pushing you off the bed.

“Fine, can one of you at least come with me for moral support,” You ask while giving them puppy dog eyes.

“Whatever, let’s go baby,” Jennie said while standing up and walking with you. Once you make it downstairs, you see the boys all in the positions they were in when you first arrived.

“Mark,” You call out softly.

“Yeah?” He replies while turning his attention to you.

“Is Jihyo here?” You question, stopping on the steps so you weren’t too close to them.

“I’m pretty sure she is, why?”

“I just need to talk to her about something. Do you happen to know where exactly she is?”

“I think she said something about helping Lia and Yuna with some training,” Jackson pipes in.

“Oh okay, thank you,” You respond as you turn around to leave.

“Y/n?” Jaebum calls out stopping you in your tracks.

“Yes?”

“Are you alright? You seem on edge today.” He asks you for the second time.

“I’m fine, just a little shaken up I guess,” You reassure him with a shaky smile. Seeing as he seemed satisfied with your response, Jennie and you return back to your room.

“She’s training with Lia and Yuna,” You inform the other girls while you take a seat back on your bed.

“Yeah we know, we called her when you were gone. She’ll be here shortly,” Lisa said causing you to once again assault her with your pillow.

“Why the hell did I even have to go downstairs then,” You whine.

The five of you kept up small talk until you heard a knock on your door and the kind leader of Twice entered.

“Hey guys!” She greets with a wide small.

You all return her greeting as she takes a seat on the chair in front of your vanity which happened to be directly in front of your bed.

“So what’s up?” She asks.

“Well....we have something important to ask you,” You explain, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Go on,” She encourages, sensing you uneasiness.

You then go into detail about plan awaken and the reasoning behind Chan and all the other boys having to fake their deaths. You tell her how Jinyoung had set up a plan to have them killed and how he used you to get their location by having Jaebum as your security. Of course, you explain that JYP is money hungry and wants SM all for himself, even if that means he has to kill you.

“So that’s why, we were wondering if Twice would be on our side and help take down Jinyoung to ensure my safety, my mafias safety, and the safety of Stray Kids,” You finish, noticing Jihyo deep in thought.

“I always thought there death was fishy,” Jihyo commented.

“Well?” Jisoo urged, wanting to know where she stood.

“Well, this is a hard position I’m being put in. On one hand, JYP saved me and the rest of us and he is our boss but I can’t just sit around and pretend his actions were okay. If he’s willing to kill his own son, who says he wont kill any of us if he thinks he’ll gain something from it. With that being said, I want to be on your side and I want to help out as much as I can,” She informed you all with a slight nodded.

“What about the other girls?” Jisoo asked.

“I’m their leader, they have more trust in me then they do Jinyoung. Plus, we all care about you guys and Stray Kids. Jinyoung, Day6, and Got7 have proven they cannot be trusted, therefor we wont trust them. If I feel like we would be on the wrong side if we backed up JYP then so will they.”

“Thank you Jihyo,” You told her while standing up to hug her.

“Of course,” She said while returning your hug.

“I’ll call a meeting tonight and I’ll talk to my members. I’ll tell you how they respond in the morning Y/n,” She informed you before saying goodbye to everyone and exiting the room.

“We should probably get going to, it’s late,” Jisoo commented while looking out your window.

“Damn, it’s already dark out,” Lisa said while standing up and stretching.

“We can come back over tomorrow if you want, that way you can tell us what Jihyo says. Maybe you should tell your dad about everything and then we can come over after,” Rosé suggest while pulling you into a hug. You hum in agreement, deciding it would be better to talk to your father in the morning. You quickly hug all of the girls as they get ready to leave.

“You sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” Jennie questions as she pulls away from your hug.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better knowing that Jihyo has my back.”

“Well we’re only one call away if you need us,” She says while you walk the four of them out. As you walk down the steps, you notice that the living room is vacant. Saying your last goodbyes, you wave as the four of them descend down your long drive away. Turning around, you run into a hard chest.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” You quickly apologize, looking up to be met with Jaebum’s eyes.

“It’s alright, it’s my fault for sneaking up on you.”

You both kind of just stand in awkward silence before you quickly excuse yourself and try to walk around him, only to be stopped by him grabbing your arm.

“I’m not stupid y/n, I know you. I see the way you look at me. One way or another I’m going to find out what’s going on. I just hope you’re the one who tells me,” He warns before turning around and leaving you alone. You rush upstairs and lock your door contemplating what to do. After thinking for a while, you grab your phone and text the first person who comes to mind, Chan.

Listening to Chan, you delete the conversation you just had and lay down. The weight of the day began to take a toll on you as you quickly drifted off to sleep.

“You think you can get away with this you little bitch?” You hear a familiar voice hiss out, venom dripping on every word. Turning around, you are met with a large figure submerged in darkness, making it hard for you to see their face. You’re able to tell the voice belongs to a male though.

“You think that he actually loves you?” The voice taunts as his pale hand comes into the light pointing to the side.

Confused, you turn your head to see Chan tied up to a chair bloodied and bruised. His eyes met yours as he tried to cry out to you but his voice was muffled due to the dirty rag around his mouth.

“Chan!” You cry out desperately as you try to run to him but you can’t. Your feet feel frozen to the ground.

“Even now you still call out to him. It’s pitiful,” The voice says while he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Let him go you monster!” You demand, still struggling to get to Chan.

“Hmm let me think about it? How about, no?” He laughs out, causing you to shiver.

Somehow Chan managed to get the cloth off of his mouth.

“Y/n you have to leave! He’s going to kill you, don’t worry about me,” He pleads as tears run down his face.

“Chan I’m not going to leave you!” You shoot back.

“Babygirl please, you know I love you. If you love me too then you’ll do this one thing for me and go!”

“But I can’t, you can’t expect me to! If the roles were reversed, would you leave me?”

“But this time is different, y/n you have to listen to m-”

“ENOUGH!” The voice roars out, causing you to jump. Once again, you see his pale hand emerge into the light but this time it’s holding a gun and pointing it towards Chan.

“No! Stop it please!” You beg as you try to rush forward and get the gun out of his hand. Without a second thought, the figure pulls the trigger as a loud bang rings through the room. Your body begins to shake as you watch the life drain from Chan’s eyes.

“You know y/n, I had such hopes for you. I gave you multiple chances to prove your loyalty yet you couldn’t just let go of that little pest who kept ruining everything! I’m sorry it had to end like this,” He says in mock sadness as he points the gun at you.

BANG!

You wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy. Tears were streaming down your face as your dream kept replaying in your head. Glancing at your phone, you see that it’s 6 a.m. You took some deep breaths as you try to calm yourself down. You definitely weren’t going to go back to sleep, not after the dream you just had.

“What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?”

A.N: Sorry these last few chapters were boring >.< I just have to get these parts out of the way so that the action can start!

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Part eleven

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flowapuddle · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu x Athletic! FEMALE Reader

okay so enjoy this book and the chapters, please don’t copy or take credit of it - Puddle ❤️

Chapter 1

The Sisters From The States

“Is this where volleyball is held at?” You questioned looking at the building and raising a eyebrow

“I assume yes since the principle told us where to go” You heard Aaliyah mutter under her breathe as she was with her bored face also examining the building

“Well let’s go inside I am pretty sure there has to be volleyball players in their” You say as you approach the metal door and opening it as you both walked into the gym

Once walking inside you see boys practicing volleyball you caught a glimpse of a boy doing a quick attack jump serve almost immediately the ball came zooming towards you as you dodged out of the way almost getting hit in the face with the ball

“Oi!” You shouted after you gained your balance

As the ball meet the ground it bounced off as that was the only thing you can hear, everyone was dead silent eventually

You heard a bit of whispering going on as everyone had their eyes on you making you slightly uneasy as you cleared your thoart a bit

“Is this...where ummm volleyball is held?” You questioned as you looked around the room finally noticing it was all boys practicing and only two girls that looked like mangers on the side

A boy with sliver hair walked forward and smiled gently at you breaking the awkward tension in the room or really in the gym

“Ahh yes this is where volleyball is held though, sadly this is the boys volleyball team and not the girls. We don’t have a girls team anymore” He said as gently as he kept his smile on his face

You tilted your head in confusion slightly “No girls volleyball what do you mean? Their has to be a girls volleyball”You said with frown as you slightly furrowed your eyebrow

“No they were unfortunately they were shutdown a few weeks ago since there wasn’t enough girls that went to try out for them”

“Oh I see...Then why would the principal tell us they had a girls volleyball team..?” You questioned out loud and started to think deep into thought

While you were thinking you failed to notice the boys starting to crowd around you as your sister slightly backed away from them not liking crowds of any sorts

“I am sorry I have never seen you around school before and, you look very familiar” The same boy with sliver hair questioned

“Ah, right..er sorry I didn’t introduce myself I am still new to this whole thing umm my name is Imaah (Y/n)” You said as you looked around the crowd of boys

“And this is my older sister, Imaah Aaliyah”

“Sup” Aaliyah added as she did a lazy peace sign from were she was standing away from the crowd

“We are from the states if you couldn’t tell; we moved here one week ago” You said as you looked at boys as you smiled

“Y-your the AMAAH (Y-Y/N) FROM VOLLEYBALL MONTHLY!!!?” One of the boys yelled out he was taller than you and he had shaved head

You kept smiling as you meekly nodded your head “P-people still read those things...hahaha” you said nervously

“Well yeah any sport player would read that—“ He was cut off by a smaller boy who was a couple inches shorter than you having one piece of blonde stranded tip laying on his forehead

“YOUR ACTUALLY THE FAMOUS IMAAH SISTERS BEING RANKED NUMBER #1 BEST WOMENS ATHLETE” He practically screamed startling you as you nodded

“I guess so yeah” You said with a chuckle

“Wow, this a dream come true” He mumbled before he looked like he was going to dramatically faint with his friend

With all the boys reacting differently it made you slightly kinda nervous in a sense

“Oi” You heard a voice behind you as it was coming from Aaliyah as she was still leaning against the wall with arms crossed

All the boys gushing over well really two boys gushing over you stopped

“My sister needs to be part of a club if I remember correctly, she needs to be part of this volleyball club. Since this is the only sport she is interested in.” She stated bluntly looking at everyone

“Who’s the captain of this team” She asked as each one of the boys all at once stepped away from someone towards the back what assume was the captain making him sweetdropped

“Some kind of team I have” you can only imagine him saying to himself

Aaliyah leaned off the wall and walked towards the person slightly towering him, she was 182.88 cm tall (6’0 ft)

He swallowed nervously as his face turned red not because it was because a pretty girl that was taller than him no no no it because he was nervous as hell

“Let my sister be a manger” Aaliyah said more like a statement and less like a question he nodded

“Of c-course! We will g-gladly expect her!” He said chuckling stepping back a bit to look at her instead of having to look directly up towards her

“Jeez Aaliyah, don’t kill the man....it already looks like he is about to pee his pants” You said mumbling out as sweatdropped

“Why would I kill the man?” Aaliyah questioned out walking away from him as he took in a big breathe of air being able to finally breathe

“Since I am going to be the manger, you have to be the manger also Aaliyah!” You said cheerful catching her off guard as she walked next to you looking down at you with a frown

“No”

(TIME SKIP~~!)

After a couple of hours of being in the gym with the guys and convincing your sister to be manger they introduce themselves to the both of you. Then even wanted to celebrate getting two new manger by getting some meat buns

“Wow, so your telling me in the states they also have junior olympics!!” Hinata said with a smile as you were walking next to him answering his questions as you sister was on the otherside of you

“Yeah they do, it’s pretty fun over there and it’s cool to meet new people and a couple of sport celebrities” You said with a chuckle following the boys infront of you

“Do you do anything besides volleyball?” Hinata questioned keeping his smile as he looked at you

“Yeah I enjoy watching Aaliyah basketball games and help her workout. Other than that I try to keep myself to do things that are sports related” You said as you chuckled

“Amazing, you have to teach me your serving technique!i have seen it a couple of times and try to teach myself but I could never get it down” He said jumping up and down infront of you having a bright atmosphere, he was like a big bright ball of sunshine

“Sure we can start tomorrow” You hummed out as you the volleyball team walked into the convent store

“Sakanoshita market?” Aaliyah hummed out looking around blinking “it looks like a liquor store to me” Aaliyah said in English only you understood making the volleyball boys look at her crazy

As she blinked at them “What?” She questioned

“You spoke another language” Daichi said slightly in awe

“Well we are from the states it’s obvious we speak another language other than Japanese” She said in her stoic voice walking past him and down one of the isles to look at different things

You walked to him patting his shoulder noticing how his awe state went into a glumly type of state

“She’ll warm to everyone eventually give her time” You said with a encouraging smile as he looked at you for a while and nodded his head blushing

“Anyways let’s try out what you call a meatbun I have never had one before neither has Aaliyah” You said encouraging looking at the team

Daichi nodded his head and left you with the group to grab some meatbuns as he had almost chest full of meatbuns and walked towards the counter to pay for them and getting a plastic bag to put them in

He came back with a plastic bag and smiled lifting it up “Alright let’s go” You heard him say as he walked out of the little mini market as everyone followed behind him

Everyone was outside of the shop as he held open the plastic bag smiling looking at Aaliyah and you

“Go ahead grab the first one!” He said with a warm smile as he let Aaliyah and you grab a meat-bun first

You grabbed the item as you opened it and bite down into it as your eyes went big and chewed on it “Oh wow so delicious! You have to take a bite of it Aayliah!” You said eating the meat-bun as savoring the flavor

“umm...” Aaliyah said a bit hesitantly looking at the food item

“Don’t be nervous try it!” You said encouraging her as you kept eating yours almost finish with it

“I don’t know” Aaliyah mumbled out slightly still contemplating the idea of eating it

The meatbun was snatched from her hand as Sugawara smiled at her “Say ah” He said sweetly with his eyes shut

Aaliyah blinked at him and furrowed her eyebrows she stared at item as you along with the team watched the 3rd year feed Aaliyah her with curiosity

“Ahh” She said quietly as he placed the meat-bun in her mouth letting her take a bite of

Almost immediately you can tell she liked it as her eyes pupils grew a bit in size and her face soften and her body instantly became more relaxed as she kept chewing

You smiled at the two but the moment was ruined completely

“AALIYAH LET ME FEED YOU MY MEAT-BUN TOO!!!” both Tanka and Nishinoya yelled very very loudly

Making Aaliyah snap out of her calm and dazed state as she visible became more tense as her pupils sharpened and her bored facial expression came back onto her face

She grabbed the meat-bun from Sugawara hand and glaring the three boys “I know how to eat on my own” She said trying to keep her glare as a visible pink blush was on her deep umber brown skin as she looked away from everyone eating the rest of the meatbun

You smiled at Sugawara giving him a thumbs up and eventually looked down at your risk watch looking at the time

“I think Aaliyah and I should start—“

Before finishing your sentence there was a man with blonde hair pushed back by a black stringy headband as he held a mop in his hand and a cirgreet in his mouth yelling

“DONT CAUSE A COMMITION OUTSIDE MY STORE OR ELSE I WILL BEAT EACH ONE OF YOU WITH THIS MOP AGAIN” He yelled obviously pissed

“Again...?” You said questioning outloud

“First time is when Tanka and Hinata fighting over the last meat-bun...” Daichi said with a sweatdrop

“Sorry coach” Daichi mumbled quietly as volleyball group of boys began walking away from the shop at a very fast pace before getting hit in the head with mop

Everyone walked the same way for a while having conversation with either you or your sister as everyone slowly started to break off when they would get to their stop

“We can walk you home if you like” Said Daichi with Sugawara and Nishinoya the only three boys left

“We don’t want to trouble you with walking us, besides you don’t have too it’s just one block ahead” You said with a nervous smile

“Ah none of us mind plus we are only doing are job as both of your senpais!” Noya said with his hand on his hips smiling pointing at himself

Aaliyah furrowed her eyebrow visibly confused “How are you any of you my so called senpai? When I am about to turn 18?” She said questioned raising her eyebrow looking at all three of them “the only one that should be calling you senpai is literally my sister” She said pointing at you the two still continued to walk

The three boys were quiet for a second before

“YOUR ABOUT TO TURN 18?!” They all yelled in unison

Aaliyah winced at the loud noise frowning

“Shut up your voices” She said bluntly, glaring at the three before walking to the what seemed like a gate and typing in some numbers on a keypad

The gate was steel black with the word “I” in a fancy font in the center of the gate showing what the boys only assumed to be your residences

They boys stared in awe never seeing something like this before

“Woah, I didn’t think your house would be on a hill I have never seen something like this before” Daichi said in a amazement

“Yeah, due to both of our parents and who they are we can afford something like this!” You said smiling looking up to the house on the hill

“Cool!” Noya said staring in amazement

“Wow, I wonder how I can only imagine how big it is on the inside” Sugawara said out loud as the gate opened up

Allowing Aaliyah and you access inside the gated estate

“Maybe next time the volleyball team can come over, and we can have dinner at my place! My parents wouldn’t mind I am sure” You said walking past the gate inside

You kept walking to catch up with Aaliyah being a couple steps behind her as you turned around smiling at the boys waving one of your arms

“BYE SENPAIS SEE YOU TOMORROW AT SCHOOL!!!” You shouted smiling happy

You saw them clutch there shirts were their hearts were at as they were visable heart struck in a good way

You eventually caught up to Aaliyah as you smiled up to her she looked down at you with a visable bored face as she ruffled your hair like always

You two walked up the hill as you got inside and mostly you told your parents about everything that happened today making them have a smile

“You knew moving out of the country would be so fun” You thought before you fell asleep

END👩🏾‍🦯✨

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A/n: Just to clear up a few things

( this is what the house mansion looks like from the back of it, this is we’re you live, yes your rich)

(This is what the front of the house looks like but without the steam coming from the water)

( this is the gate that opened in case you couldn’t picture it, but instead of a B there is a I on since it’s your last name)

(This is what your sister looks like she is the one on the right, yes your sister is POC don’t worry about the girl next to her that’s just another one of my OC’s that won’t be included in the story)

(Also let me clarify, you play volleyball and Aaliyah plays basketball)

Thanks for reading see you in the next chapter - Puddle ❤️

Chapter 2 is here !!!

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cait-with-luv · 5 years ago

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J.JK Soul Ink- Chapter 02

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¬ You Don't Own Me - G-Eazy ft Grace

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Y/N."

"Lay just shut the fuck up and let me pick a goddamn tattoo before I shove my foot down your throat, you've told me that about 40 times in the span of 5 minutes."

"Well, that's you told."

You roll your eyes as Irene and Lay now begin to bicker as you flicked through the book filled with tattoo ideas. A new guy that wasn't Taehyung sat beside you staring at the pair in front of you as they began to get aggressive with their bickering.

"Are they always like this?" He whispers to you making you chuckle and nod.

"Unfortunately." You sigh. You look up and realize he was also incredibly attractive. Red hair. Slim face, his left eyebrow pierced, a sleeveless t-shirt showing off all the tattoos on his arms that lead up to his neck and one small one on his face. A paper plane. Exactly like what Taehyung had on his face.

"Feel bad for you. Anyway, I'm Jung Hoseok, a pleasure to meet you." He says.

"Kang Y/N, nice to meet you too." You say shaking his hand.

"Found anything that catches your eye," He asks peering over your shoulder to look at what you were looking at. You shake your head, biting your lip in frustration. You were so tempted to just throw the book across the room.

"It's okay, first ones are always the hardest to choose for." He says smiling brightly at you. You were convinced he had superpowers once you seen his smile, all your frustration had disappeared. You close the book and place it on the table and pick another book up that looked a little bit broken. You notice Hoseok tense slightly from the corner of your eye but you shrug it off as you go to open the book, a piece of paper falls out and floats to the ground. You frown and place the book to one side and pick up the paper that looked kind of worn down. You turn around and you stare in awe at the design.

A Chinese dragon. Bloomed flowers wrapped around it. Its mouth open like it's ready to breathe fire or already is breathing fire. It looked fearless, dangerous, feisty ready to cause havoc and damage to anything in its way, a single claw out ready to dig them into its enemy. Horns like the devil, like it wanted to show ita mischievious. You loved it. You wanted this to be inked onto your skin to show everyone that they shouldn't fuck with you.

"This one." You say and turn to Hoseok who was staring wide-eyed at you.

"I want this one." You say handing him it. He looks down staring at the design as Taehyung and a short blonde haired guy walk out from a room.

"Why does Hoseok look like he's about to throw up?" The guy with blonde hair says. Hoseok just holds up the design and the guy chokes on his air whilst Taehyung laughs.

"What's wrong?" You ask in confusement looking at Lay and Irene who were still bickering.

"Oh shit! He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out this is still out here." Taehyung practically yells, laughing.

" Who's gonna be pissed when he finds out what?" A new voice from behind Taehyung says.

It was hypnotic. You couldn't see the person but his voice drew you in. It was almost addictive. Taehyung moves to the side and your breath hitches. You thought Hoseok, Taehyung and the blonde guy were attractive, this guy was ethereal. His eyes were doe-like but held a coldness and danger to them. His lips a flush pink a black lip ring decorating his plump bottom lip. His right eyebrow pierced, it raised in amusement and that made him ten times more attractive. His nose also pierced. Long black hair that was wavy and gave a mysterious vibe. Instead of an airplane tattooed on his face like Taehyung and Hoseok he had a skull so did the guy with blond hair. The Tattoos decorated his neck and arms in sleeves, and you could notice a few peaking out from his tank top on his chest. He was very well built. You could tell he worked out. You could also tell this was a guy you shouldn't fuck with, yet that made you want to know him even more.

The amusement on his face was wiped off his face however when he noticed the tattoo idea Hoseok held up. His face contorted into anger, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek, that's was hot.

"Why the fuck is that still out here." He growls out in anger slowly walking forward. But the blonde guy places his hand on his shoulder to stop him in his tracks.

"Jungkook, calm down. We have customers." The blond guy says sternly, identifying the angry guy.

"Yoongi Hyung, get off me," Jungkook says slowly. Yoongi shook his head. And Taehyung stood looking back and forth between you and Jungkook. Your temper was rising and before you knew it, you snapped.

"Can someone tell me what the actual fuck is going on right now?! I came in here for one fucking tattoo and suddenly there's an uproar about the one I chose so I would like an explanation!"

Lay and Irene finally stop bickering after hearing you yell and stand up quickly, knowing your temper can be lethal.

"Y/N calm dow-"

"Calm down? Don't tell me to calm fucking down Lay. I'm confused and want an explanation as to why there's a protest against a tattoo." You scoff crossing your arms. You knew you were probably overreacting but right now you couldn't care less. You had lost your temper and enough was enough.

"Jungkook drew this a few years back, he doesn't really want this tattooed onto someone..." Taehyung says trailing off.

"Then why is it in a book full of tattoo designs for anybody to look at?" You ask glaring.

"Hey! I don't know! One of us must have slipped it in there and forgot it was in there and if you haven't noticed the book exactly isn't in great condition, no has looked through it for years. Don't shoot the messenger I'm just an innocent bystander stuck in a very awkward situation." Taehyung says defensively.

You sigh nod and look back at Jungkook who still looks pissed.

"Why you so pissed off still?" You ask him. His head snaps to you and the anger written on his face fades away for a few seconds before it appears again. That was odd.

"Because, now you have to get this tattooed onto you when I clearly told my hyungs' to make sure it stayed away from the public. That's why I'm still pissed dollface." He snarls at you.

"Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me?" You snap. He smirks realizing he had hit a nerve and repeats himself.

"Hmm? Oh, you mean dollface? Yeah that's what I called you. I called you dollface. Problem?" He says sarcastically amused he was pissing you off.

"Yeah, I have got a problem dickface, that problem is you. You got a stick stuck up your ass or something? Or you so defensive because your pride and ego are bigger than your dick?" You smirk knowing you were pushing his buttons.

"You're testing my patience dollface." He growls.

"Feelings mutual honey." You smirk.

"Okay! I'm gonna stop this right here before you rip each other's clothes off and have angry sex right in front of our innocent eyes!" Irene yells standing in between the both of you. She then turns to you and says,

"Y/N, just pick another tattoo to get to stop this drama yeah?"

"Aww, but I was loving it, I was just about to go make myself some popcorn," Yoongi whines teasingly.

"Hyung, shut the fuck up please," Hoseok says massaging his temples and standing up.

"I'm going to smoke, you fuckers have stressed me out," Hoseok says before walking out the shop.

You look back down at the tattoo books and go to pick it up but the irritating yet hypnotic voice of Jungkook cuts you off.

"What are you doing?"

You look up and frown at him and laugh out in disbelief. "Umm, picking out a new tattoo because your sensitive ass just had a tantrum over the one I chose?" You say snarkily. He glares at you and goes to insult you but Yoongi cuts him off.

"There's a rule we follow by strictly in this parlor, and it's whatever tattoo a customer chooses they want, we have to tattoo it on them no matter if we don't want them to have it. So basically what I'm trying to say is the brat has to suck it up and get over the fact you're going to have this tattooed onto you." Yoongi says jabbing Jungkook in the rib making him hiss out in pain.

"And also since he's the designer of that very tattoo he has to tattoo it onto you." Taehyung adds quickly before running off.

"What?! Since when as this a rule?! You do it or Jimin! There is no way I'm tattooing her."

"Her, has a name dickhead." You snap.

"Oh I'm sorry your highness, did I upset you?"

"Enough! Okay seriously I'm getting bored of hearing this go on from the back, Jungkook just fucking tattoo her and she'll be on her way! Stop acting like a child, you're better than this!" A new voice echoed through the room. Everyone silenced when the authority laced the words. This guy was the boss. You could just tell. Jungkook bows his head and nods

"Sorry Namjoon Hyung..." Jungkook mumble before grabbing the tattoo design off the table and looks at you and says,

"You coming or what?"

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"So why did you decide to get a tattoo at 10pm?"

"Why do you care?"

Jungkook sighs and looks up from where he was drawing out the design frowning at you as Taehyung chuckled from the chair beside you.

"Come on, I'm just trying to have an actual conversation with you before we go back to being at each other's throats," Jungkook says.

"Kinky." Taehyung snickers from beside you before throwing his hands up in surrender when he noticed both you and Jungkook glaring at him.

"Tae hyung, why are you even in here?" Jungkook asks in irritation.

"Hurtful, but I'm here cause I told Miss Y/N here that I'd watch her get tatted and I'm here on Namjoon hyung's order. The reason because he wants to make sure you both don't kill each other whilst being left in a room alone together." Taehyung says chuckling.

"Anyway, I want to get it done to piss my father off. We don't exactly get on."

"I know the feeling..." He says quietly making you frown when you notice the sadness in his voice.

"What was that?"

"Oh! Nothing! Doesn't matter, anyway I'm finished drawing it up what do you think?" Jungkook says holding it up. You loved it even more. You nod satisfied and then you realise. You didn't know where you wanted it to be tattooed onto you.

"Get it on your thigh." Jungkook says like he read your mind. You nod slowly and then you realise, he's gonna see you in your underwear now. You weren't exactly wearing the appropriate underwear for this occasion. Jungkook stares at you and says laughing,

"I need you to take your left leg out your pants you know? Kind of can't tattoo you with them on,"

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod stiffly before unbuttoning your pants and pulling your left leg out the pants and you see Jungkook and Taehyung stiffen when they notice your underwear.

A red thong...

"Oh wow...," Taehyung says absentmindedly blinking a few times before tearing his eyes away from you and looking at the four walls that surrounded you. Jungkook clears his throat and shakily asks you,

"C-Can you lay on your right side."

You nod awkwardly and lie on your right side on the parlor bed as Jungkook places the design on your leg before peeling it away leaving the pen residue on your thigh. This was really happening. You see Jungkook getting the tattoo gun ready and suddenly your nerves set in.

"Nervous sweetheart?" Jungkook smirks. You stick your middle finger up at him and sigh.

"A little, first tattoo and all, does it hurt?" You ask and Taehyung shrugs.

"Feels like a cat scratch." He says making you feel a bit better. You could handle pain but the nerves make you think differ. The buzzing of the tattoo gun snaps you and your daze and you notice Jungkook close to penetrating your skin with the gun. He looks up at you and says,

"You ready?"

You breathe in and nod looking away not wanting to see the skin of your thigh be stabbed a thousand times. You suddenly feel a stinging pain in your leg but it was manageable but you couldn't yelp out to Taehyung,

"This does not feel like a scratch, feels more like I'm stung by a wasp over and over but it's bearable."

Taehyung nods in agreement. "I know, I just wanted to make you feel better about it."

"Shh, I'm concentrating," Jungkook says not taking his eyes off your leg as he inked it. You guys sat in silence for a good 3 hours and Jungkook was almost finished but a guy with silver hair bounces into the room scaring you all.

"Jimin hyung for fuck sakes, Jungkook is tattooing here!" Taehyung yelps holding his hand to his chest.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you guys. I would have knocked if I knew. You didn't fuck up did you Jk?" The Jimin guy asks concerned.

"No, I didn't you're lucky I have a steady hand."

Jimin hums and turns to you and smiles, his eyes disappearing. That's fucking adorable, but it did not match the way he looked. A blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his many tattoos, tucked into black ripped jeans. An airplane tattoo decorating his face with a nose ring. His plump lips a rouge colour but was free of a lip ring but you could tell he had one from the little hole below his bottom lip. You could also see a tongue piercing decorating his tongue. Huh twinnies you thought as you messed with the hidden piercing in your mouth.

"I'm Park Jimin nice to meet you." He says.

"Kang Y/N, vice versa." You say.

He comes and sits next to Taehyung and his eyes widen when he notices the tattoo that was getting tattooed onto you. "Is that-"

"Don't say another word." Jungkook snaps still not taking his eyes off the artwork decorating your leg.

"Mouth is shut, not questioning it I promise," Jimin says quickly. Junkook sighs and wipes the final ink off your leg and turns off the gun.

"And finished."

You sigh in relief as Jungkook begins to clean it from any ink that was not tattooed onto your leg and to disinfect it. He looks at you and smirks mischievously and says,

"Go look in the mirror." He says amusement evident in his voice. You did not trust that tone.

You hop off the parlor bed and walk over to the mirror smiling happily but it's wiped off your face when you notice small italic writing next to it. He fucking didn't...

"JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" You yell at the top of your voice scaring Jimin and Taehyung. You spin around quickly to see Jungkook smirking with his arms crossed. Jimin and Taehyung lean closer to get a look and their eyes widen when they notice the writing.

"Oh, shit..." Jimin whispers out.

"Since you took away the one tattoo I didn't want anyone to have, I decided to add my own touch to it." He says staring at the ink on your skin.

'Property of Jeon Jungkook'

"You belong to me now dollface."

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ey8508 · 4 years ago

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5 minutes encounter with …… (…… X MC)

Chapter 10

After that ‘time travel’, I’m now back in my own world.

That day after he replied my question he quickly sent me back to my office room even before I can react about it.

He told me, that it must’ve been stressing me emotionally and physically about staying too long in that world.

With that said he ruffled my hair before disappearing from my sight.

I was dumbfounded but then I suddenly got called for the morning case in schedule.

In that moment, I realized that my world hasn’t moved while I was away and that I still haven’t asked about his name yet again…

Weeks went by… apparently he didn’t show up. Not even once.

Every day, hour and second… I waited for him to come by…

But he never did. Was he perhaps somewhere here where I can’t see him?

I acknowledge about the fact that in truth he could endanger my fate just because of his simple desire.

Yet, how could I blame him. If it was any reasons… It wasn’t his fault.

If I were to be given the same fate and chance as him… I have no doubt that I’d be doing the same thing.

After a month, I assumed he had some company issue coming up which is quite weird because I know he can manage those in a second.

So, I assumed he’d be having some other issues… and I have no idea about…

However, as much as I didn’t want to admit it… I was somehow worried for him.

Did it perhaps cost him way too much trouble to bring me with him before??

Countless thoughts came through my head yet I managed to push it away.

I know, if he’s out there somewhere… he wouldn’t want me, to worry about him.

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Months went by and now it was nearly the end of winter season…

Some snow was still covering the lawn as I looked through the hazy window…

I was bored.

However, cases were on my shoulder at this time of the week.

2: 17: 14 p. m

“MC is that you…”

A slightly hesitant words were spoken from across the living room.

I looked away from my laptop screen towards the voice that I last heard since months ago.

He was as decent as ever but his frown never fades.

I stood up and slowly walked towards him.

My thoughts were empty.

I didn’t know what to say or act.

I just stood there, 3 meters apart from him.

2: 18: 58 p. m

He faintly smiled and took out his golden pocket watch.

There were terrible cracks visible all over the front glass of the pocket watch.

“The clock keeps memories of paths between worlds. Limitless and countless web of timelines are recorded with every path I walked through. However, without using the same clock…”

I have never seen him trying to explain something with such effort.

“You couldn’t find your way back here?”

He looked at me.

“Not really… I-“

I smiled knowing that he wouldn’t admit that.

Without hesitation, I close the gap between us and hugged him tightly.

“It’s probably either me or you, who’s an idiot but why are you making me sad.”

He was unresponsive. However, I didn’t expect him to do anything but it turns out he did hug me back.

“I won't again...”

He suddenly holds on to both side of my face and bends down as he carefully placed his forehead on mine.

“Do you understand… As long as you’re by my side, there’s nothing to worry”

His eyes met mine as he carefully wipes away my tears.

I nodded with a smile.

“Good…”

He smiled.

After a few moments...

[Time Exceeded]

Did I-

I suddenly realized that I'm being somehow over reacting about this... Totally not a good idea.

I haven't personally known much about him.

Not this 'Me'

This must've been abruptly unrealistic even for him...

I’m being ridiculous…

I mean, we basically just met a few times. At least 'I' did.

"Umm... I'm sorry, if I'm over reacting about this. I'll keep my distant"

There was confusion written all over his face but he slowly let go of me as I stepped away from him.

"Right..."

He replied back with a nod. However, judging from his eyes... It was as if he was describing a lot of things to me.

Was it sadness, frustration or perhaps disappointment??

I couldn't quite put it in words to describe him.

I was expecting him to talk about it but he never did as we yet again stayed in silent.

"Anyways, welcome back..."

I finally beamed a proper greeting at him.

He sighed before nodding with a faint smile.

"MC... I wanna show you something."

I blinked at his sudden request.

"Wait- I wanna ask you about something first."

He slightly frowned before answering back to me.

"Ask."

"Can I meet someone from your world? Does it effect anyone?"

"No, but who's that?"

Does he even need to know about that?

"My best guy"

Upon carefully saying it out, he somehow looks indifferent about the whole idea.

"Best guy? Your boyfriend?"

At this point, he was frowning more than before.

"Well kinda, but-"

I haven't finished explaining when suddenly he cuts through my words.

"No. Why don't you just meet him here then?"

I didn't quite wanna tell him about the real deal.

"It's complicated"

He sighed, seemingly not going to agree at all.

"Please..."

I pleaded, trying to convince him.

"Fine, tell me his name"

He wasn't even trying to cover the annoyance anymore...

But, what's up with that anyway? Was it too troublesome?

"It's Victor-"

If I wasn't wrong, he could've been slightly surprised by the name.

"Victor... what? No full name?"

However, his eyebrows were still frowning as before.

"It's Victor Li Zeyan"

In that instant, his whole bad vibe changed.

Did he perhaps know this person?

"Got it."

Even when he's seemingly calm now, he still replied it with such casual.

"Thanks."

He nods before extending his hand towards me.

I responded in understanding as I reached out my hand to hold on to his hand.

In an instant, I was somewhere else but this time I know where we were.

This place had been a place I often visit every year since I was younger.

Everything was still the same of course. What could've changed in this place.

"I figured, you do know about him."

"I certainly do"

"Yeah, I doubt that my previous 'me' didn't talk about him"

I sighed and walked my way towards the gravestone.

"You know, sometimes I just came here to tell him about how my day turned out if it's miserable or good. I missed him every single day."

I looked at him as his eyes were already focused on me.

"Is this what you want to show me about?"

"No."

He exclaimed before slowly walking his way towards me.

"Then, what is it?"

I questioned him but he replied with yet again another question.

"Do you know my name?"

I frowned as I shook my head sideways.

He smiled.

At that moment, I realized something.

There was a lot of things that I've been thinking about but how did I missed this thought all along.

I did think about it before but I-

How did I not think more into it?!

It makes sense.

The answer had been here all along.

"But why didn't you tell me?"

"I can't tell you. You must realize it yourself. It's the rules. Plus, you won't believe it-"

My heartbeat accelerated. I was shocked, surprised and overwhelmed by all the emotions. The emotions were indescribable.

I couldn't content myself anymore and yet again cried twice at the same day.

"Victor- I'm sorry. I- "

I should’ve known it was him all along...

I gulped, trying to calm myself as I slowly took a few steps towards him.

Never did I thought, that I'd be the one who's hurting him with those words I've been saying before. All this time-

Perhaps it was the tears covering my eyes or the wind blowing my hair until I didn't even realize that he was the one who’s already embracing me instead.

"No need…”

He whispered to me as he held on to me as if I could've disappear from his grasp.

I hugged him back as I cried to my heart's content...

"You're alright... I'm here now."

Who could've thought that this man who's holding me is the adult version of my dearest friend.

I now, understand how did the 'Me' from his world even know him.

Victor didn't talk much even when we were children in my world. He only talks when I asked him questions or that when he wants me to understand something.

I myself, wasn't much of a talker but somehow we understood each other even without saying it out with words. It's weird but that's just how we ended up being in good terms.

Our family was close too and that certainly adds up our time together. I’m quite awkward about proper events however he had no problems with talking. So, he'd be always the one to do the proper talking while I just hid behind.

Countless of memories flashed inside my mind as he holds me tighter.

As I finally calmed myself down, he let go of me to face him instead.

"Do you still remember the day we first met?"

I asked him, looking straight into his eyes.

He smiled.

"I still can't believe my parents asked me to play with you at the playground when we were both looking like unhappy children"

He was now laughing now as I joined him, knowing too well about it.

"I was 5, you were 10."

"Yes, and you won't even look at me"

He exclaimed with a chuckle.

"I don't know, I just felt like you were gonna fake smile at me. Which is creepy"

I laughed, happy to recall those events.

We certainly both have long term memory.

"And here you are..."

I shook my head sideways upon hearing his remarks as I laughed.

"I guess, we're just some idiots"

"Idiot..."

He laughed seemingly amused about the phrase.

As how much I hate to admit it, their laughter is similar. That laughter where I myself rarely listen too. This proves that- they're the same exact person.

Is that why he didn't feel any different with me? Because the 'Me' in his world was also an exact copy of Me.

"What is it MC?"

He questioned me as I was deep in thought.

I shook my head sideways and beamed a smile at him.

He blinked at me seemingly unconvinced.

Before he can even react... I hugged him again.

I have never hugged someone as if that person was going to leave me where I couldn't see them again.

But today, I now know these kind of feelings were real and true.

He's real. Victor is here with me.

If there were any other emotions that's left, it should be happiness.

I should be happy.

"Victor?"

"Yeah?"

"Victor..."

"Hmm..."

My voice was muffled (well because I wasn't that tall) as I called out his name and yet he responded back.

"My best guy."

"About that..."

"What? You want a different title?"

"An official title"

Now, what is he even trying to say-

I knew it...

There's nothing good about him.

But I don't have any obligation about it either.

"And how are you gonna do that?"

Had to admit that, I'd be surprised if he'd actually do it.

"You'll see"

I could tell that he was also grinning while whispering that to me.

#mr love queen's choice #mr love queen's choice victor #mr love victor #mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc short stories #mlqc fanfic #love and producer #love and producer li zeyan #love and producer victor

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observantgal · 4 years ago

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Spies Tied by Love

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky)

Rating: Teen And Up Audience

Author’s Note: This is part of bigger story. Hope you like it! Let me know if you did. Do come back for other chapters!

Chapter-1

Chapter-2

Barnes began accommodating himself to his new space. The energy this room gave off was exhilarating for him. He always had fantasized about such control rooms, and now there he was, flesh and blood, in one of the highest tech-supported facilities. He felt electric and nervous at the same time. The first thing that came to his mind to calm his nerves down was coffee. He considered having a cup and start looking for clues.

The cafeteria was on the topmost floor. An enormous glass dome of a skylight illuminated the area with natural light and the huge hall housed several round tables with stacks of chairs in the corners. The vending and dispensing machines were installed next to the kitchen so Barnes went there directly. He stood against a table, checking his phone, while the machine brewed his coffee. A bunch of interns giggled at a table not far away and it was evident from their whispers, they were gossiping. He tried to eavesdrop when all of a sudden, a shrill voice shrieked, “Oh my God!” and slowly reduced to a murmur, “I told you, didn’t I? You guys didn’t believe me”

“Well, we didn’t think it was this serious, Charlie!” went the other.

“Whatever dude, the stats are out, and just like I guessed, the more number of cases solved successfully, for the current year, again by to the unbeatable Mr. Rogers and the invincible Ms. Carter! You will not believe this when I tell you, but I have been rooting for them from the day I started working here!”

“They truly are a power couple!”

“OMG…Yes they are! Have you seen their chemistry when they are working together?! I hope they invite us to their wedding…”

“OMG Yes! Who do you think is going to propose first?”

Barnes chose not to listen anymore, so the voices muffled on their own as he shifted his focus on the dispenser. His coffee was ready and off he went.

Later in the afternoon Carter, Romanoff and Rogers were gathered in the ‘Control Room’ to catch up with the case. They also thought it would be polite to familiarize themselves with the new guy. Romanoff being the more genial of the three started first. She said, “So, Barnes, what have you been up to?”

“I am glad you asked Ma’am!” Barnes squealed. Realizing how high his voice sounded, he toned it down and continued, “I have been running trials and tests, and assessing the security systems and the lock codes. As suspected, the breach could’ve been by someone from inside the facility. But, eliminating the off chance of remote access into the systems using permitted codes, or unauthorized access into the database, would be nothing but foolishness.”

“Like Hacking?” asked Rogers.

“Exactly Hacking” nodded Barnes. “I need a little more time to ensure which one it was that lead to the breach. But apart from that, Mr. Coulson has asked me to hand over these earpieces to you.”

“This is your Ma’am”, he said as he advanced towards Romanoff.

“You can call me Natasha,” she said, accepting her device.

“Duly noted Ma’am. Um… I… I mean Natasha. Click this button and go for Barnes. They are embedded with radio beacons. I can get your exact locations in real-time in any kind of a distress situation. Real-time maps accessed from the GPS Satellites are mapped to my system and I will be able to assist you to safety and provide all the info you might need. From tracking underground locations to finding a simple Form you might need to submit somewhere; I will be at your service.” He couldn’t believe how fast he was speaking. It was hard to contemplate whether the voluble info dump he whipped up, was because of excitement or merely the extra caffeine from earlier, acting up. He hoped with all his heart that no one noticed.

“That’s impressive Barnes!” said Carter, trying on her device.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said catching his breath.

“Keep up the good work! Also, I go by Carter”

“Thank you, Ma’am… Sorry Carter”

He looked at Rogers for a similar clearance, and Rogers didn’t miss his cue. “You can call me Steve,” he said. Rogers’ affectionate smile bore a profound sense of calm and amiability, a glimmer enough for Barnes to feel welcomed and a part of their team. His breathing returned to normal and the racing thoughts gently eased off. He nodded meekly and replied, “Okay, got it.”

The three of them tried their sets on to understand how it functioned and after a few trial checks, the ladies shook hands with Barnes and took off. Once they were alone, Rogers seized the opportunity to ask Barnes for a favor, the one he felt too embarrassed to ask in front of the others. Without wasting an instant, he spoke, “So… Barnes, since you mentioned about the database and stuff, you think you would be able to find me an easier way to handle my paperwork? I sure am very good at it, but those Records people...” his eyes narrowed in rage and lips pursed as if holding back from saying something, he continued, “they always seem to come up with these new rules. At this point I feel like they are making stuff up just to, I don’t know mess with me or something? You think you could help me out a little?”

Barnes was astounded as his eyes widened, but he managed to shift his gaze quickly before it gave him away. He scratched the back of his head and replied, “Umm… sure Steve. I… I can... I can do that. Yeah”

“Oh, thank you so much, man! Of course, I don’t want this to interrupt your work in any way, you know…” Steve shrugged while fidgeting with his device.

“Oh, don’t… don’t worry about it, Steve. It’s not a problem at all!”

“Cool man! Thank you. See you around then?”

“Yup. See ya”

Rogers pretended to examine his earpiece sheepishly, while Barnes walked to the back of his desk and pretended to work. After a few seconds, they looked up at the same time and accidentally met each other’s eyes. The gaze continued a little longer than usual, and to turn away now was too late, but so was maintaining it. Before it could get any more awkward, they smiled vaguely and nodded in acknowledgment.

Rogers ambled backward towards the door with the device in hand, roughly estimating the lowest number of strides that would bolt him out of there. So absorbed was his mind in counting down the steps, it made him overlook the fact that he was in a room with restricted space, and swaying his long hands while walking was not the best thing to do. He bumped into a cabinet knocking something off of it and tripped trying to catch it before it hit the ground. But it was too late and the damage was done. He went red as a beetroot because this had never happened to him before. And to be all fingers and thumb, though for the first time, was not an impression he was planning to make in front of Barnes. He fetched it without looking up and plopped it on a table nearby. Barnes couldn’t make out what it was but tried extremely hard not to crack up. He didn’t move his eyes off the computer screen for one second and pretended to not have witnessed any of that. After Rogers left and the doors closed, he laughed quietly until he got it all out of his system. When he was done, he let out a huge sigh and got back to work.

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The next day Coulson called for everyone to meet in his cabin, for Barnes had found out something, that he wished to share. Natasha looked badass, as usual, but also was very awake for someone who hadn’t slept for more than eight hours, in three days. Carter looked elegant, as they waited for Barnes to start. But Steve looked strained and was wearing the same clothes from last day, an indication that he spent the previous night working at the facility. Sam wasn’t able to join them as he was busy with another assignment but promised to catch up after a few days.

Coulson gestured Barnes to start and he began, “Like I mentioned yesterday, we can’t entirely rule out the possibility of remote access or hacking. If it was physically accessed at the facility, it would have been recorded in the system’s log. Also, there was no unauthorized or suspicious personnel entry recorded on the surveillance cameras.” He played a few sped-up clips from the surveillance cameras on the big screen behind Coulson’s desk. He continued, “Even if they did try to delete the log, the systems are configured in such a way, that at the least, a subtle trail will be found. I didn’t find any such trail, so we can rule out the physical access at the facility.”

Coulson didn’t want to rule it out entirely, but let him continue anyway.

“Along the same line goes remote access. The log would have recorded the access even if it was made from somewhere else because passwords were used. Which again, is not the case. So, to conclude, yes, we were hacked. But thankfully, our countermeasures were strong enough to report the breach quickly, therefore alerting everyone. The good news is, none of our data has been compromised. And with their IP address, we will be able to locate the place from where the attempt was made. But they have used VPN, for obvious reasons, and I will let you all know once I have cracked it. That’s it for now.”

Coulson seemed pretty impressed and asked, “How long do you need to for that?”

“I don’t know Sir. But I will do it as soon as possible.”

They spent around another twenty minutes over possible scenarios and other things and later dispersed. Outside the cabin, Barnes walked up to Steve hoping to strike up a conversation. He started, “Hey Steve, so about the paperwork that you were asking me yesterday, how about today in the evening?”

“Hey! Yes, that would be great Barnes! Are you sure it won’t be a trouble for you?” Steve asked clasping his hands together.

“No, no, of course not”

“Okay then, I will finish my work until then and we can meet downstairs at the Archives. How about 6?”

“Yes. Sounds good.”

“Alright… see you then!”

That afternoon flew by so fast, that Barnes didn’t realize he had spent it entirely on reading through anything and everything related to documentation until he had made it to the last of it. From rules about deadlines for submitting a report, intimating a delay in submission, to penalties for non- adherence of the same, he had gone through all of them, with the main objective of finding harmless escape clauses or ambiguities.

It was half-past five when he made it to the Archive Room. He tried breaking the ice with the staff there and handled it pretty well. As opposed to the picture painted by Rogers, he realized that these people were very pleasant and just doing their jobs. They explained to him how the filing system worked and the various steps involved in archiving, among other things. Rogers arrived at quarter past six and was greeted by a throng of interns. He was popular among them but it would be a surprise if he wasn’t. Tall, handsome, charming, smart, witty, funny, and dangerously single. He waded his way through a flood of giggles, greetings, and caresses to finally reach Barnes, who stood near a shelf, farther from the entrance, with some files in hand, and watched the drama ensue.

“Good Evening!” he said adjusting his shirt and tie. “I’m extremely sorry for being late. I had to take a quick shower and then I got stuck in the traffic…”

“Oh no! It’s totally fine” interrupted Barnes. “I was just going through these folders and stuff too. You don’t have to apologize.”

Rogers pulled two chairs for them to sit down, not far from the huge shelves, and they began talking about paperwork. Barnes explained to him in simple steps, the things expected out of him and where he’d been going wrong. The rules were recently updated and Rogers hadn’t gotten much time to catch up with the amendments and that was why he was having a problem with the records. Barnes also let him in on some loopholes he had discovered, and some common documents which were sufficient and time-saving. They were so engrossed in their discussion, buried in a pile of files, that none of them realized it was 9 pm until a staff member walked up to them and enquired if they needed any assistance.

“No, thank you. We are done for now” answered Rogers. They placed all the files back on the shelves, thanked the lady that offered them help, and left.

They decided to have dinner in a restaurant nearby. Rogers suggested a cozy place he knew and Barnes agreed. It was a family-owned restaurant, around ten minutes away from the facility. The restaurant was small, intimate, and cozy but the food was fabulous. The owner and her wife were the cooks and their children managed the guests and tables. They ordered soup, roasted vegetables, stuffed chicken breasts with a side of mashed potatoes. The meal arrived faster than Barnes expected and they started their meal.

“Thank you so much by the way,” said Rogers

“It’s totally fine Steve. I’m just glad I could help. Also don’t ever mention it”

“You’re a very kind man”

“Well, so are you”

“Yeah right,” he smirked.

“No, really Steve. I was so nervous about working in a new place and with new people… and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep ever since, without feeling anxious about the next day! I feel more comfortable now, thanks to you. I’ll probably sleep well tonight”

“What? Come on Barnes. It is quite normal to feel nervous at a new place but it isn’t worth losing sleep over it. And by the way, you are a part of our team now so don’t worry about it. I am happy that you feel okay now, but don’t ever lose sleep over little things. Also, if you need a bedtime story, just call me. I am good at making things up” he winked.

Barnes started giggling and shaking his head, then continued to eat.

“No seriously, sleep is very important Barnes. It’s like restarting your system, and clearing cache” he paused to look at Barnes, and once he had his full attention continued, “If you didn’t notice, I used computer terms for you to understand.”

“Oh yeah, I see that” Barnes nodded his head heavily, “but this coming from a guy who has a messed-up sleep schedule, works all night, and survives mostly on fast food, is quite inspiring. If you didn’t notice, I was being sarcastic”

“Wow! A comeback huh? I didn’t see that one coming. Impressive!”

“Well, what else did you think of me?” he said feeling smug.

“A genius, surely. You were a direct recommendation from Mr. Carper and that is evidence in itself that you are a genius. Wait a minute, how do you know that I work most nights, and what my eating habits are?” asked Rogers with a concerned look.

“Oh, that was sheerly my luck. I set the bait and you rose to it” he tried sounding as convincing as possible.

“Ah! I see it now” replied Rogers and grabbed the roasted vegetables. With a silly look, he pointed at Barnes and said, “But, you know what? You’re such a nerd.”

“Really?”

“Yup, you are a nerd. Accept it. When you open your mouth, all I hear is big technical words!”

“Um, I don’t need to accept it, Steve, because… I freaking OWN it. I am ‘The Nerd’. So, you eat up, Butterfingers.”

Steve let out an audibly huge gasp and retorted, “How dare you! And for the record, that was the first time something like that has ever happened. I swear to you. I have handled some really sensitive missions and never have I ever dropped something. I have no idea how that happened. Wait, what if it was some kind of a practical joke you were trying to pull?”

“Now I wish I had come with something, because I know you would’ve fallen for it” Barnes sniggered reaching over for the chicken and Rogers pushed it forward coyly. With an alluring look he continued, “But on a serious note though, you need to take care of yourself. Change your eating habits Steve, and stick to a sleeping schedule. I know work is important and everything, but you need to think about your future self too.”

“Hmm… I know where that is coming from and you are right. I need to make some massive changes.”

“Yup, it might be a little difficult in the beginning, but trust me you’ll get used to it. I did” and he shrugged.

Rogers nodded in agreement. They continued eating while having more friendly banters and talked about random things. After finishing the dinner, Rogers introduced Barnes to the owner and her family. They were a friendly bunch and told him how sweet and humble Rogers was, and how he had helped them financially a while ago. It was eleven o’clock when they finally took leave.

Barnes turned to Steve and with a dear gaze said, “Thank you for the dinner”

“You’re very welcome” he smiled with a slight bow. “See you at work.”

“Yeah, see you. Goodnight Steve”

“Goodnight”

They waved each other bye and headed back home.

***** end of Chapter 2 *****

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mournfulpursuit · 5 years ago

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Safety blanket chapter 5: Something in common

Leon s Kennedy X F!reader

Word count: 2,788

Author notes: this took way longer to write than I thought it would but yeah I did it, it’s here.

Also bolded and italic things are inner thoughts just to clarify.

You stared at the syringe for what felt like an eternity. Many said that Umbrella itself was just a front and they actually made bioweapons to sell to the military, you remember hearing about after the arklay mountains incident. You had found a radio when you were wandering around that had mentioned many things about Umbrella and that they may be responsible for whatever was happening in Racoon city.

Many still didn’t really know what was happening inside Raccoon city. Your hands began to tremble as the syringe shook in your hand. You looked at it more closely looking for clues on what it was. All it had was the umbrella logo and had a green circle on it with the letter v under it. You had no clue what this was or what it could do. If it was a blessing or a curse you had no way of telling, you just had to hope for the best. Your thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like footsteps in which you stuffed the syringe back into your pockets. You didn’t know if it was Leon or not so you kept your guard up.

“(Y/N), I found some supplies that could help-”, he cut himself after he noticed you’d been crying, “hey are you ok?”, he asked you

“Oh yeah I’m uhh fine, I was just thinking about things”, you said looking down sadly

“Was it about Maria?”, he looked at you still with immense guilt.

“Oh no it was about what happened on the day...the day raccoon city became this hellhole”

“Oh”, he said sadly, “well I found you some herbs”, he smiled at you. He then walked towards you and bent down on his knee and gently grabbed your foot.

“This may hurt a little bit because i’m probably going to have to touch the bruise, he said nervously, “if it hurts to much just tell me”

“It can’t hurt as bad as it already”, you said smiling at him, “besides I’m a pretty tough cookie”

Leon nodded and grabbed out some bandages before grabbing the herbs and grinding them up and placing them on some of the bandages. You quickly realized what Leon was doing.

“You're making it into a poultice aren’t you?”

“Huh?” He looked up at you confused, “yeah I learned it in first aid training at the academy”

“Oh um my mom.. before she met my dad used to be a nurse, after my parents got married they moved away into the country where they took up that lifestyle”, you said reminiscing about your parents, “they were to far away from any hospital so my mom just helped my dad with farm life, she did know some herbal remedies though”

“So I take it you're not from this neck of the woods huh?”he said, starting to wrap the bandages around your ankle.

“Nope I grew up in a county not really that far from here, I just moved here about 2 months ago before all this happened, I had recently gotten hired as a phone operator”

“A phone operator?”, Leon looked at you as if he were about to laugh

“Oh haha it’s not like I wanted the job, I wanted to be a nurse kinda like my mom, help people or something like that, I guess”

“I guess I can relate, I joined the force to protect and serve, I guess that might never happen”

“Hey, if we ever get out of here i’m sure you can work for another department”, you said smiling at him, “besides I think you're a pretty good co-”, You didn't finish your sentence because of the stinging sensation and pressure on your ankle causing you to grimace making your head reel back while you shut your eyes.

“Sorry”, Leon flinched by your reaction

“It's fine”, you gritted through your teeth, “itll feel better when you're finished”, you said, staring at him urging him to continue wrapping up your ankle. He continued to grimace and your leg strained trying to not kick Leon in the face. Your fingers dug into your legs and teeth still gritting.

“That should be good”, he said making sure you were ok

“Great”, you huffed out still recovering from the the strange burning sensation you had just felt, “I don't think it was supposed to hurt like that”

“Well did add some first aid spray to it”, Leon said rubbing his neck embarrassed, “are you ok?”

“Yeah I should be fine now, thanks”, you said getting up expecting your ankle to hurt way more than it actually did, “Huh that did work, thank you Mr Kennedy”, you smiled at him teasing him

“Well all in a day's work I guess”, He said laughing, he quickly looked back to the statue in the middle of the station. “Guess it's back to work”.

“Hmmm,”, you looked at him confused at what he meant.

“Oh umm before you got here, I was looking for these medallions for that statue over there”, he said point at it, “there’s apparently a secret way out if we find all three, I’ve found two we just need one more”

“I can help”, you said walking towards the statue, “it might be easier if there’s two of us”

“I don’t know, your ankle still is Hurt, I don’t wanna push you past your limits”

“Well I’m bored as hell and want something to do”, you pouted at him, “please let me help”

He hesitated for a moment before looking back at you, “fine you can come along but if I see you grimace even for a second I’m being you back, got it?”

“Yes sir”, you replied smiling at him, as you two prepared to go find the last medallion.

Leon handed you the shotgun again and scolded you not to waste too much ammo. The moonlight only added to the eerie atmosphere of the station. The sound of thunder caused you to jump and fall into Leon.

“Sorry”, you yelp out, “just got spooked by the thunder”, you said laughing embarrassed. Leon just rolled his eyes. You two continued exploring, searching for the last medallion. Leon stopped causing you to run into him.

“Leon what-”, he then shushed you, putting a finger to your lips. Everything was still for a moment until you heard a groan. Leon pulled out his gun and quickly fired. The zombie went down. Your face dropped as it reminded you of Maria but quickly snapped out of your thoughts and kept going. You were walking down a long hallway when you suddenly heard a helicopter crash.

“What the hell was that?”, you asked sheepishly towards Leon.

“I don’t know, wait here”, Leon went to check and quickly signaled you that it was safe. You walked over and saw the helicopter. You noticed the few sparks flying from it. You then noticed a pilot slumped over, your face grimaced due to his demise. You two were then startled by a woman's scream.

“Leon!”, Leon looked over towards a door that led outside, and quickly opened it, “Claire!, hold on I’ll be right there”

He quickly ran outside while you still stood in the hallway very confused and dumbfounded. you to go outside to find Leon talking to a woman.

“Claire, it’s so nice to see you”

“How’re you doing?, that helicopter just came out of nowhere”, you slowly walked down to see them and warn Leon as you saw the helicopter light on fire.

“Yeah i’m in one piece”

“i’m guessing you don't have a key in one of those fancy pockets?”, you interrupted their conversation by pretending to clear your throat, tapping your foot anxiously.

“Oh umm hi”, you said to the woman awkwardly with an even more awkward wave.

“So this uh (Y/N )'', Leon said to her, “I kind of saved her'', he said rubbing his neck embarrassed.

“I’m Claire, Claire Redfield”, she said to you with a smile

“(Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you”, your conversation with her was interrupted by Leon.

“So how are you doing?”

“Oh you know just surviving”, Claire said leaning on the fence

“That's good”, Leon chuckled out,there was something about Claire that made Leon act a little differently, “any luck with your brother?”

“No not yet”, she said looking down at the ground

“Claire don’t lose hope..i’m sure we’ll find him”, as he said that the helicopter exploded causing you to tense up.

“Dammit. You know what that means”, he said towards Claire

“Yeah.. Dinner. Time.”, Claire said looking behind her noticing a zombie getting up.

“Claire, I think you should go”, Leon said to her as you just stood there feeling very out of place.

“Don’t worry about me Leon, take care of yourself”, soon zombies were swarming the gates by Claire.

“You need to go, now!”Claire began to walk away and quickly turned around back towards you and Leon.

“Hey...Lets get through this”, She said to Leon then turned her eyes towards you, “All of us”, she then walked away from the gate and soon disappeared leaving just you and Leon.

“So uhh who was that, well I guess I should say how do you know her”, you asked him

“I’ll tell you later we should go”, he said leaving the gate and going back into the station, “come on” he said motioning you to come back inside.

You didn't know what it was the way he spoke to Claire but it made you feel something, you couldn’t describe it but the way he said those words made it feel like he cared about her, he hoped he felt the same way about you.

“(Y/N)!”, he shouted out you getting your attention, quickly tearing you away from your thoughts and quickly running back the stairs, he looked down at your ankle, “hey be easy its not fully healed yet”

“Yeah, yeah I know”, you said rolling your eyes heading back inside, “so where's that madallion you were talking about?”

“Well we still have to find it”,he said turning towards you, “it should be around here somewhere, we’ll just have to look for it”, he sighed out.

You two continued walking around the station looking for the medallion, Leon did explain a few things to you when he knew the area wasn't zombie infested. Most of the time it wasnt. Apparently he met Claire when he was heading to Raccoon City and needed to fuel up his car. After seeing a sheriff get killed he fought his way out as he described it and then met Claire. They drove into town together before getting seperated. That was the abridged version he gave you. You finally got to a room that had the medallion but it took you two a while to figure out a way to get out. Leon told you to stay back a few paces. Before throwing a grenade allowing you to finally get it. While you didn't mind the station you knew you couldn't stay here for long so a tiny part of you was excited.

“We just gotta put all three in the statue then we are out of here”, Leon said excitedly, “We just gotta figure out how we're going to get Marvin out of here”, your blood went cold when he said that. Leon said he was attacked by someone he considered a friend that had turned. Maybe Leon was a little too hopeful about this, you knew deep inside Marvin wasn't going to make it.

“Leon, h-”,you tried speaking words but you couldn't, your heart wouldn't let you tell Leon the truth.

“Huh”, he looked back at you confused. Your heart was pumping hard and fast, you hoped he didn't hear you now what, what could you possibly say now.

“I’m just excited to finally get out of here”, you said to him with a shaky smile on your face. He could tell you were hiding something.

“Is something on your mind?”, he turned around and fully looked into your (E/C) eyes, his pretty blue eyes staring into your soul. Your heartbeat once again quickend causing you to sweat nervously. You never were a good liar. You thought of something that had been bugging you for a while.

“It's just my parents”, you said looking down at the ground, “I hope they're safe, and know I'm safe”, you put your hand over your heart and smiled softly thinking about them.

“Have you been able to contact them at all?”, he asked you sadly, you could tell Leon cared about your well being which made you happy.

“No and i’m kind of glad I haven't”, you said looking up at him, “knowing them they would drive all the way down here to find me and the last thing I want is for them to get stuck in this mess”

“I’m sure they're fine, I knew nothing that had happened in this city til I got here”, his words made you feel a little better about everything, “let's go see how Marvin is doing”, he said smiling at you. Something about that smile made you feel safe.

You went back to the reception area and headed towards the statue. You noticed Marvin laying there looking very lifeless.

Please not yet

Leon placed the medallions into the statue and watched as it turned into a staircase, you were mesmerized by it. You looked over to Leon who looked very excited as he pushed the door open, he quickly turned back to Marvin. Your face dropped slightly.

“Lutennent Branagh! Marvin!”, he said walking towards him, Marvin still wasn’t moving

Leon please don’t

You reached for the shotgun Leon gave you , not pulling out but to be able to grab it if necessary.

“It’s time to go”, Leon was closer to him now he reached for him, “Hey Marvin”

Marvin immediately jumped up and growled causing you to flinch, Leon seemed unfazed. Marvin hasn't turned..yet. You put your back towards your side, no longer reaching for the shotgun. It hurt knowing he wasn’t going to make it. Marvin breathed heavily for a few moments.

“We need to get you to a hospital right now ,both you and (Y/N)”, Marvin looked up and saw your eyes realizing you knew what he was going to say, you simply nodded at him

“No..no..I”, he stopped for a second, “Save yourselves”, he said standing up. Leon still tried to get Marvin to come with him.

“Come on, I’ve got you-” he cut off by Marvin

“GO!”, he yelled at Leon, you just stood there staring at the two of them.

“Look we can still make it out of here, if you give me-”, Leon was cut off and taken by surprise as Marvin pulled out his gun.

“It’s too late”, Marvin said with a sadness in his voice . You placed a hand on Leons shoulder causing him to jump as you startled him a little

“Leon we have to go”, you told him, looking him in the eyes, you pointed towards the secret exit, “come on”, he looked back towards Marvin.

“I tried Leon..but I couldn't stop it”, His voice was shaking slightly, “We can’t let this thing spread, it's on you now, both of you”, he said looking back at you, your eyes became wet as your vision blurred slightly from the tears forming in your eyes. You probably would have sobbed but you had been through enough that it didn’t faze you. You were used to death and getting left behind, you were numb to it now.

“Listen to (Y/N), and just go!”, Leon finally gave in.

“I understand”, he said defeatedly, he stood for a moment before heading towards the statue. Marvin removed his bloody hand from his wound.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered to him, “I wish I could of helped you”

He looked up at you and gave a sad smile, “just promise me you’ll look out for each other”

“We will, I promise”, you smiled at him one last time before joining Leon by the statue. The statue closed back up and you saw Leon Look back towards Marvin before the statue completely shut. You just stared forward.

“I won’t let you down, Marvin”, Leon said to himself before continuing down the stairs.

“I guess we have a lot in common now”, you tried to joke but you could definitely tell Leon wasn’t up for your sense of humor right now. So you sulked down awkwardly realizing how much it hurt Leon to leave Marvin behind. It’s a tough lesson that always came back to haunt you, Not everyone can be saved.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil

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halinski · 5 years ago

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Tag game

tagged by @acetronaught <3

RULE: answer & tag 9 people you want to know better.

relationship status: N/A

fav colors: blue, black, gray

top 3 ships: sterek, buddie and umm.... i forgot

lipstick or chapstick? none

last song: Believe by Disturbed

last movie: Moonlight (bc my father put it on, so awkward esp when he said he was bored and why did it even win an oscar which ofc lol)

current reads

fiction: The Novice by Trudi Canavan (a re-read from when I first read it at 12 lmao)

nonfiction: Steve & Me by Terri Irwin

fanfic: Derek Hale: Baby Whisperer by aussiebee

some fic recs!

lucky I made this list for kcfriedchicken recently xD otherwise i’d probably be too lazy haha

Distinguishing Marks – cute, fun light, derek’s second tattoos - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1356832

One Hundred Miles an Hour in Reverse – post canon, angst with happy end, emotional, healer!stiles SO GOOD - https://archiveofourown.org/works/15465906/chapters/35902266

"Five Days in Detention" (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski) – honestly cannot remember this one at all but cute hs au, punk!stiles jock!derek same age - https://archiveofourown.org/works/7927009

Ghost Blanket and the Wolf – THE CUTEST - https://archiveofourown.org/works/5117459

Unlucky Ace – AU, great pack dynamics, diff pov - https://archiveofourown.org/works/5030350/chapters/11562373

The Payoff Pitch – biased bc I’m obsessed with baseball but def best baseball fic, pro player!derek, coming out, friends to lovers - https://archiveofourown.org/works/9621980/chapters/21738410

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of – angst, stiles sees animal ghosts (and laura as a wolf) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/8513521

To Ash and Dust - post-apocalyptic, cage-fighter AU, both fighters, with pictures - https://archiveofourown.org/works/7763638

The Witching Hour – SO CUTE, human au, derek is a radio host - https://archiveofourown.org/works/7021741

The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home – post-canon, new home, derek gets therapy - https://archiveofourown.org/works/5384048/chapters/12435359

Fall Onto Me – hurt/comfort of the best kind, first kiss - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4000852

and now i’ll stop the tag game spam for a bit i guess sorry for the abundance of them!!!

#tage game #fanfic #fic rec #current reads

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hanhan156 · 5 years ago

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The Pandora’s box chapter I

So this is it, I had to make my own Paulchard kiss fic as well even though there are several ones already. I had this idea for a long time and my head was almost like screaming for this to be written down, so here is the result.

Also, I had to break the promise with myself to make only fics with one chapter and I decided to separate this story in two - the two parts have quite different atmosphere and otherwise, it would have been super long.

Hopefully, you'll like my stupid jokes mixed with some fluff and even drama. The tension between Reesh and Paul is tightening!

The Stadium Tour is about to start and Till thinks they still need something to spice their show up a little – like a cherry on top. The perfect solution comes from an unexpected resource, leading into unexpected results.

One could even say that the Pandora's box will finally be opened.

Chapter I

Paul was awoken by distant chattering and panicking voices around. He opened his eyes slightly and saw blurry figures bustling around him.

What in the bloody hell is going on in here?

“Gott im Himmel, did he have an epilepsy attack or what happened? Shit, this is my fault, it was my idea in the first place…” Paul could hear Flake’s usually quiet voice, now loud and trembling.

“It’s nobody’s fault. We just have to make sure his okay,” Till interrupted the panicking keyboardist’s ramble. Of course, he was slightly alarmed as well, but he knew that in this kind of situation, it really didn’t help if everyone around you were being hysteric.

Even though Paul couldn’t see properly, he felt there was somebody holding his hand, stroking it softly at the same time. “I really don’t know what happened, we just have to wait…” the figure sobbed.

Paul got a bit annoyed about all of this. Why was everybody so upset about him suddenly? Without saying anything out loud, he decided he had to sit up. He wasn’t a cripple, for Christ’s sake.

But, his intentions were swiftly interrupted by strong arms.

“Let go of me!” he shouted and didn’t want to admit that moving had made him even dizzier.

“Shh, everything’s fine. You should rest now,” was the only answer he could hear from the same figure who had been holding his hand, now gently pushing him back to the floor.

Paul closed his eyes again and pressed his hand against his forehead. If he wouldn’t have had this terrible headache he would certainly have stood up and walked away from this - just like nothing had happened. “Okay, what’s going on in here?” He tried to pinch himself. Or am I dreaming?

Now, he finally saw that the person who had been next to him the whole time was Richard - his glossy eyes made Paul uneasy. “We…really don’t know, but thank God, you are awake again. We were so worried about you…everything happened so quickly, we didn’t know what we should do.”

Once again, a vague answer. “…okay? What’s going on in here and why are you looking like that?”

Paul tried to focus when his fellow guitarist looked at him straight in the eyes, his gorgeous face still fuzzy for him. “How much do you remember?” Richard’s voice sounded like it was coming from the distance even though they were so close to each other.

Paul tried his best to comprehend this all. “Well, something happened and suddenly, I’m on the floor and you all look like that. Please, can you just tell me, what this shit is all about. I’m sick of these unclear answers of yours.” He felt like the headache - which he’d had the whole day - was getting stronger when he tried to concentrate on thinking.

Till sat down next to them and sighed. “To make it short, you fainted while we were having a rehearsal.”

That sounded extraordinary. He had fainted before in school when he was an adolescent, but never as an adult. “But…why in the hell I’d faint in a rehearsal? Did something…unusual happen before?” Paul tried his best to recall but the incidents before were still so vague - and thinking still made his headache just worse.

All his fellow bandmates looked slightly awkward.

“Maybe Reesh could tell you it…more detailed,” Till managed to say finally.

It all originated from the day before when they’d had a meeting. Most of their upcoming spectacle was already planned - still, that infamous something was missing. Perhaps, some small details, or surprises.

“So, what do you think, should we…spice things up a bit?” Till asked while they were sitting around the round table which had become way too familiar for them during their rehearsals. Richard was yawning visibly - he thought that these meetings were the most boring parts of being a band. And in his opinion, the show was already great enough, so there was no point to add anything anymore.

“What do you mean?” Schneider asked.

“Something a bit unplanned, something which might shock the audience a bit - something political even, but not too much. I don’t know about you, but at least I don’t want to be in jail after our tour is finished.”

Everybody - expect for Richard, who was trying to annoy Paul by poking his toes under the table - tried to think something suitable.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Schneider yelled, and to Paul’s relief, his fellow guitarist stopped his aggravation finally.

“Okay, tell us,” Paul said and glanced his fellow grinning guitarist murderously.

“What if we dressed up as women? It was so much fun in earlier tours when I was Frau Schneider. This time, we all could come up with a female character for each other. I’m sure it would be a success!”

There was some amused snorting and slight giggling. Everybody knew that Schneider was fond of dressing up as a female, but he still didn’t have to suggest that every single time when they were thinking to add something new to their show.

Their singer was the only one who had the guts to say it out loud: “Schneider, even though you love it, dressing up as women is totally out of context. We already agreed that Bück dich is not included, and there are way too many costumes already, so I’m sorry to announce that Frau Schneider or any other female character is not gonna have her magical moment this time.”

Schneider pouted. “Yeah, every time when Till or Reesh has an idea, everybody agrees, but when I’m excited about something, you all think it’s Scheisse.”

“It’s nothing personal,” Till said with a sigh and tried to move the discussion to other subjects, before Richard would start his arguments against the drummer. “Okay, does somebody else have anything in mind?”

After another silent moment, unexpectedly, Flake raised his hand, his eyes fixed on the table. He was so shy and reserved that he always felt uneasy when everybody’s attention was at him. “I-I might have an idea, if it’s ok to tell it.”

“Of course,” rest of his bandmembers said all together. They still didn’t understand, why Flake always had to ask for permission when he wanted to express his ideas and opinions. He was part of the family as much as everyone else.

The keyboardist stood up and started his speech: “Well, in the era of gay rights, I was thinking that we could…well, this is perhaps a stupid idea, but--” He froze for a moment, and Till smiled at him and gestured. “Carry on, it sounds very promising.”

Flake cleared his throat and tried to force a smile on his face. “We could…umm…wave the rainbow flag at some point…you know, for example, when we are boating through the audience. And also…I don’t know from where this came from, but…some of us could kiss each other.”

He could sense the atmosphere getting a tiny bit awkward - or the truth was that everybody was just trying to comprehend what they had just heard, it had nothing to do with Flake. “I…it might be a bit shocking for some people, but not too much, or at least I think so. Besides, it might raise some interesting reactions from the media. Definitely not everybody’s gonna like it, but we could ask ourselves, when our band hasn’t been controversial.”

When Flake stopped, he dared to look at his bandmates, but couldn’t read anything from their expressions. He suddenly started to panic and stuttered: “E-es t-tut mir l-leicht, it was a bad and b-boring idea…maybe Reesh or Paul has something better. I-I’m not good at this…”

Till raised his hand. “Stop it, Flake.” Then he stood up and approached the embarrassed man who was still in front of everyone. Till put his hands on his friend’s shoulders and slowly, a smile was curving on his face. “That’s…a brilliant idea! I’ve always thought that you really are a genius!” Then, to Flake’s horror, Till hugged him. Everybody else was nodding and showing their agreement as well.

“Have to admit, it’s a good idea…”

“Not bad at all…”

Till and Flake came back to the table, the latter man resembling a ghost. Usually, when people were ashamed they started blushing, while Flake always turned completely pale.

“I have to admit that’s a brilliant idea indeed,” Richard said. “So, who do you want to kiss, Flake?”

“I-I didn’t mean it should be me! I…was thinking that maybe someone else…” with better looks and more confidence, he almost added.

“C’mon Flake, it’s not so bad,” Paul tried to convince the keyboardist. “Besides, you can choose whoever you want from the most perfect alternatives of this universe.”

“The man has suffered enough,” Till said because he didn’t want Flake to be any more upset. “I have forced him to do Bück dich and I’m already gonna cook him in the show, so maybe someone else should sacrifice himself.”

“Besides, I don’t want to be involved in the fanfictions which might appear after the…incident, if we decide to include it in our show,” Flake added.

Everybody looked puzzled and Flake thought that maybe he just should shut himself up finally.

“What’s a…fanfiction?” Schneider asked, innocently.

Paul gave a laugh. “Seriously, do you live under a rock or something?”

“Well, I’m sorry that I have a life and I’m not spending all my precious free time stalking the Internet!”

Oliver, who hadn’t said anything yet, clarified their drummer’s question: “Fanfiction means stories from basically anything - or anyone - you can imagine. The writers choose characters from the media they want - for example, us - and write whatever they want. Somebody could write a story about us being vampires in a haunted medieval village or superhero cats in space for example.” Flake was totally relieved that he didn’t have to answer.

Schneider snorted. “But I don’t get it, who wants to make stories…about us? Somebody who doesn’t have any other life?” It was impossible for him trying to figure out, what kind of person would want to write a story about them and even enjoy it.

Richard looked at the distance with a dreamy look. “I definitely like the idea and I’m not against it if people are writing about me.” Then he turned back to Flake and asked: “Can you tell me, from where can I find these fanfictions or what were they called?” A sly smile was forming on his face before he continued: “And why do you know so much about them in the first place, may I ask?”

Flake was an old Star Trek and Star Wars fan, so that was why he knew quite much about Internet and fandom culture. But he didn’t want to it say out loud, that he’d been stalking Rammstein fanfiction as well - just for curiosity, of course. “Well, there’s a site called AO3, if you really want to check it out. But I’ll warn you beforehand, some of the stories are a bit…questionable.”

Richard raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by ‘questionable’?”

Just when Flake was about to answer, again, Oliver made it first: “They are, to be honest, usually pretty gay. Our fans are crazy, I can tell you. And if you want to be more entertained, just go to a site called Tumblr and put our band’s name in the search bar. You won’t be disappointed, I assure you.”

The newly learned facts just arose more interest in Richard. “That’s…fascinating,” he said and was about to start browsing his phone. This sounded way too juicy to skip. He could only wonder what kind of content there was about him on the Internet.

But before anything happened, Till took the phone from the guitarist’s hand and laughed out loud. “Guys, guys, seriously…just check your fanfictions, or whatever they are, later. Now we must concentrate on the show. Only a couple of weeks left, so we have to work hard to polish everything.”

“C’mon Till, you can’t say that you aren’t interested at all what our fans are writing about us!” Richard yelled while Till was busy hiding his phone.

“So, who wants to do the kissing? Any volunteers?” Till asked and didn’t mind about Richard’s piercing gaze. Their lead guitarist looked like a schoolkid whose dad had just taken his Gameboy away.

“So, you are not willing to do it?” Richard asked sarcastically.

“Well, if nobody else wants, I’m up for it, but I just wanted to be polite.”

Richard stood up and announced: “I’ll do it, if no one else wants.” The idea of being involved in fan stories was alluring indeed and besides, he liked to be the center of attention.

“Very well,” Till said.

“So, who am I gonna kiss?”

“You can choose yourself, of course.”

In his heart, Richard already knew the answer, but still, he tried to make the atmosphere tense and was acting like he had hard time choosing. “The one who will have the honor to be kissed by me, is…”

Richard looked one by one at all his familiar bandmembers gathered around the table. Flake was out of question. Oliver was like kissing a tablecloth, so not very tempting. Kissing Till was quite boring, and he was already busy enough on the stage. Schneider would have been a nice alternative, but he was behind the drums all the time, so it might be a bit difficult. That left him only one - and the best - alternative.

“…Paul,” he announced finally, smirking like an idiot to his fellow guitarist.

Till turned to Paul. How I am not surprised at all. “Is it okay for you? And of course, we can rehearse it and stuff, no worries about it.”

“Yeah, it’s…fine,” Paul answered, trying to sound cool even though he felt a bit unpleasant twitch in his stomach when he visualized the kissing with his fellow guitarist. Of course, they’d had that awkward semiromantic moment before when Richard had showed his outfits, but this time, it was going to be public, for thousands of people.

Richard winked to Paul. “So, when are we gonna rehearse this spectacular moment?”

The day was going to end soon, so to Paul’s relief, they didn’t have any time left. “Maybe tomorrow, I really have to get home soon.”

“So, tomorrow it is then. I cannot wait,” Richard whispered right in front of the other guitarist’s face.

Paul was now seriously thinking maybe he should stay at home tomorrow and lie that he has a stomach flu. Then, he wouldn’t have to come and they all could forget the idea.

#rammstein #richard kruspe #paul landers #flake lorenz #till lindemann #christoph schneider #oliver riedel #paulchard kiss #fanfiction #my fics #Europe Stadium Tour 2019

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k-pop-imagines · 5 years ago

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Protector | Chapter 8

Protector Masterlist

Summary: Donghae is fully recovered and you get a request for an interview that turns into quite a mess. Kind of a pleasant mess, though?

Word Count: 1670 A/N: Umm, sorry for being kinda MIA...I know it’s been ages...I have an exam tomorrow and decided to procrastinate by actually working on this! Also, Admin Aileen is feeling down so I wanted to finish this chapter for her quickly! - Admin Soomi

Warning: Nothing, really. Except that things are finally getting kinda interesting, so be prepared >:3

Eight days later, everything was back to normal. Things had calmed down after the attack and Donghae was close to being fully recovered. It was quite impressive, how little time it took for his wounds to heal and for his health to return to what you’d consider a perfect condition. Weird. Or maybe not that weird. You wouldn’t be surprised if your father had access to a variety of medications or treatment methods hidden from the public. Or maybe Donghae wasn’t human. You would probably never find out, so you quickly got rid of those thoughts.

Your father had ordered you to meet him in his office first thing in the morning. To say you weren’t exactly in the mood to see him, let alone talk to him, would have been an understatement. Ever since he tried to marry you off to a stranger, you had successfully avoided him but now you wouldn’t be able to. Donghae waited for you in front of your room, like it was supposed to be. He silently accompanied you to your father’s office, sensing your dread and anger, deciding it would be best to keep his mouth shut for now. You didn’t bother hiding your feelings, not in front of Donghae, and definitely not in front of your father. He should realize that he messed up this time. He had done a lot of cruel things to you in the past, but this was something you would have never imagined. You sat down in the chair offered to you, arms crossed, staring at him with a disinterested, cold look. “I just want you to know, my dear, I did all of this for your sake and for the sake of this business.” Mostly for the sake of this business, though, you added in your mind. “You know I only have your best interest in mind. I was very careful in choosing a spouse for you. It would have been beneficial for you as well-“ you interrupted him with a wave of your hand. You didn’t care, you knew very well he didn’t mean any of it. “You didn’t call me here just for this, so get on with it. What do you want?” Your father sighed in mild frustration. “Fine. We will be discussing your marriage plans later. I received a request for an interview with Modern Housing. I’m sure you’ve heard of the magazine; I’ve been on the front page a few times now. However, they would like to talk to you this time. Just answer a few questions, take a picture or two, that’s it. You can keep all the payment to yourself, of course.” You closed your eyes for a second, thinking about the offer. It wasn’t a big deal, you had done dozens of interviews in the past. It got boring after a while, reporters these days weren’t exactly creative, but at least you’d be able to get out of this damn mansion for a little while. “Okay.” You stood up and left, giving your father one last cold glance. You walked down the halls, headed nowhere in particular, just wanting to get as far away as possible. Donghae was by your side again immediately. “The interview is in about two hours, so we should be on our way soon,” he quickly informed you. You just nodded quietly before making your way back to your room to get ready.

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Despite getting stuck in traffic for what felt like an eternity, you made it to the interview on time. The halls were clean, quiet, and white, almost sterile. It felt more like a hospital than the office of a real estate magazine. But hey, if that’s the kind of work environment they prefer, who are you to judge? You sat down on a large leather sofa for a few minutes before a tall, blonde woman came up to you. Her smile was wide, it looked almost painful. And fake. You felt uncomfortable right from the beginning. “It’s lovely to meet you! My name is Isabella and I will be interviewing you today! Thank you so much for making time for us!” “Oh, please. It’s a pleasure to be here, thank you for having me!” you replied with an equally fake niceness. If there was one thing your father had taught you as soon as you could talk, it was acting like the most pleasant person on earth. A skill frequently required in your life, but one you could only use to a certain extent. You didn’t put up with everything.

Isabella led you to a small meeting room and began with the usual questions. What your father’s business was about, how involved you were, what the company’s plans for the future were. It got boring very quickly. Then, the questions suddenly started becoming a little personal. More personal than you were comfortable with. “Ah, I heard you were planning to get married! Who’s the lucky guy?” What? How did she know? Did your father leak information to put you under pressure? You let out an awkward laugh. “You must have misheard…I’m sorry but there are no such plans at the very moment. I’m trying to focus on my work so starting a family is the last thing on my mind right now.” “I see, you’re trying to keep it a secret. But surely you could give us a little hint?” she said with a wink. “No, I’m serious. There’s no lucky man or even woman in my life right now.” You sincerely hoped she would leave it at that. You tried to keep your smile and posture, but your patience was beginning to run thin. Isabella raised an eyebrow. “But your father told us you recently got engaged. Surely, such a respectable man wouldn’t lie to us, would he?” You bit your lip in frustration. “I would like to take a quick break.” Isabella rolled her eyes but agreed to give you ten minutes to leave the room.

You swiftly left the room, Donghae immediately following suit. Aimlessly wandering the halls, you tried to think of a solution. Your father had made sure you couldn’t get out of this situation. He was well more respected than you, it was your word against his. You looked to your bodyguard in despair, but he seemed as clueless as you. Just a few more minutes left until you had to return, they didn’t want you to waste their time. You decided to go to the restroom real quick, freshening up a bit. Just as you were about to enter, you felt Donghae’s sharp grip around your wrist. “What, am I not allowed to pee on my own anymore?” you asked, more sharply than you had intended. He didn’t reply, instead motioning you to follow him quickly. You sent him a questioning glance but followed him anyway. It must be serious.

He led you down a few stairs, into a different corridor before explaining the situation. “I saw a man that was at the warehouse back then. I don’t know for sure if he’s after you but it’s not safe here.” You nodded. You weren’t exactly glad that you were now in a dangerous, potentially life-threatening situation again, in case it wasn’t just a coincidence the man showed up, but you also didn’t really mind having to abandon that mess of an interview. After leading you through various doors, Donghae stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” you asked warily. “This is a dead end…I thought I had studied the layout of the building correctly…” “Let’s go back quickly, then!” you complained but you suddenly heard loud footsteps not too far away. What now? Your bodyguard reacted quickly, by pulling you into a nearby supply closet. The oldest trick in the book, huh? As if they were stupid enough to fall for that. The room was dark, dusty, and smelled of cleaning agent. And to make things worse, it was extremely tiny, leaving the two of you standing closer to each other than you ever imagined. You were pressed against his chest, your hands gripping his shirt after having been yanked into the closet so suddenly.

You were fairly sure that your heart was about to burst out of your chest. You wanted to say that you were uncomfortable…but you weren’t. The feel of his abs under your fingertips, the smell of his cologne, it was driving you crazy against your will. You couldn’t stop the heat from rising to your cheeks.

“I’m not exactly sure since it’s dark but I’m assuming you’re blushing.” With all the strength you could find, you hit him in the chest, close enough to his not yet healed wound to make him flinch in pain but still far enough to not open it or cause any serious damage. “I’m n-not blushing, shut up!” you argued but your wavering voice betrayed you. Before you could give him a piece of your mind, you felt something on your right cheek. His soft hand gently rested on your skin for a few seconds before retreating. “Oh, no, you’re definitely blushing!” Right, he just checked for himself whether his assumption was correct. “What the hell?” “Don’t you think you’re enjoying this a bit too much considering we’re very close to getting ourselves killed?” You couldn’t see the smug grin on his face but you knew for sure that it was there.

“Just be quiet, will you?” Footsteps outside the door made you jerk in surprise. Donghae quickly grabbed you and pulled you closer to him in a protective motion. His hands were now around your waist while your face was flush against his chest. You could hear his sped-up heartbeat. It wasn’t as bad as yours, though.

This wasn’t normal, was it? You were inside a supply closet, hiding from enemies that were probably dead set on killing you. You shouldn’t be thinking about the way his body felt under your touch, but that was the only thing on your mind right now...

#donghae #super junior #donghae x reader #donghae imagine #super junior imagine #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop x reader #protector

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bookish-nerd9 · 5 years ago

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At Long Last: Chapter 3

Shit, shit, shit, shit, i’m late, i’m soo fucking late Neil though.

“Maaaaaaaatt hurry up i need the bathroom, go do your ridiculous hair routine at Dan’s” Neil shouted.

“Damn Neil don’t insult my hair routine, and what’s soo important that you’re rushing me through it?”

“I told you I’m late!!” Neil answered exasperated as he pushed past Matt into the bathroom.

“Late for what?!”

“That guy that monitors the dorm came by two nights ago and he saw the kitten so i made a deal with him that i will touter him in maths and in return he won’t report about it, and thanks to you now I’m late and if he calls of the deal and the kitten is taken i will fucking kill you!.”

“Okay first off you need to name the damn kitten you can’t just keep calling him “kitten”, and secondly do you mean Andrew Minyard, as in you made a deal with Andrew Minyard!!”

“He has a name and it’s kitten, besides if you don’t like it why don’t you come up with a name, and yes i made a deal with him I’m not sure about his last name but his first name is Andrew”

“I won’t name him because it’s not mine I don’t even like it you’re the one who bought it......” at that Neil rolled his eyes, it wasn’t the first time they had that argument and yet each night when he came back he found kitten safely sleeping on Matt’s chest.

“Wait are you serious!! You actually made a deal with Andrew Minyard.” Neil could tell that Matt was standing now outside the bathroom door and couldn’t get what the big deal was.

“Yes, i said i did what is wrong with that?!” Neil said as he yanked the bathroom door open and headed for his room to pack.

“You mean you don’t know the infamous Andrew Minyard.”

“Well I don’t personally know him but i’ve heard about him.”

“And yet you made a deal with him!” Matt exclaimed clearly amused.

“Yes i did to save our cat so you can just shut it.” Nail yelled as he stormed out of their room.

“Well it’s not my caaat!” Matt yelled back.

Neil was jittery, yes he was running late but that’s not it. Something about Andrew made him actually excited and looking forward to this deal.

The next day after Andrew came to their room and still hadn’t texted Neil on when they would meet Neil got really anxious and his patience was wearing thin.

He couldn’t focus on his homework and kept pacing up and down his room that he almost ran a trail on the rug, kept checking his phone which earned him weird looks from Matt because Neil rarely remembers that he even owns a phone, and finally he almost considered skipping practice and this though has never crossed his mind in all his life which was a testament to his anxious state.

Practice didn’t help that day he was distracted and no amount of drills could get him to focus and that made Kevin furious with him and by their third fight Neil decided to leave and go for a run that always helps him.

Half an hour in his run Neil started to relax and focus solely on regulating his breath when a text alert jarred him, checking his phone it read “tomorrow at 4 in the library don’t be late or the deal’s off.”

Neil stopped in his tracks, breathless, excited, and kinda dizzy. “Okay, it’s happening don’t panic it’s cool, it’s nothing actually we’re just studying just don’t ruin it” he told himself.

Now he was actually headed to the library to meet with Andrew however being late didn’t stop him from grabbing coffee on his way.

“I know i know i know I’m late sorry, Matt was hogging the bathroom and......and you don’t care” Neil finished as he saw the impassive look on Andrew’s face.

“Well i bought coffee”

“Is it sweet?”

“Umm no, I don’t really drink it with sugar so i got yours black too, sorry” Neil said weakly

“Stop saying that”

“Saying what?”

“Sorry, stop saying sorry.”

“Yeah okay sure, should we get started?”

This wasn’t going well, at all, Neil didn’t know if Andrew was angry about him being late or about the black coffee, or if Andrew was even angry at all and that impassive look still on his face was because he just couldn’t care less, it was impossible to get a read on him and Neil was getting anxious again.

An hour into the tutoring session Neil started to be at ease, they started with some basics and even though Andrew didn’t utter a single word that impassive look was replaced with an intent focused look instead and Neil took that as a good sign.

After two hours Neil got up to stretch his legs and starting walking around their desk, “How are you soo good at this?” Andrew asked stopping Neil in his track.

“At what?”

“This maths and teaching it.”

“I don’t know i guess it just makes sense to me.”

“Maths makes sense to you?!” Andrew asked with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“Well yeah, it’s just rules and equations it’s constant so it makes sense, it’s calming in a way.”

At that Andrew just raised his eyebrows and didn’t say anything else.

“Okay!, we don’t have much left to go through for today about fifteen minutes or so.”

“We’ll go over them tomorrow, i need to eat.” Andrew said as he gathered his things and started to leave, leaving a baffled Neil behind him.

“I’m not waiting for you are you coming or not?!”

“Umm....yeah, yes right behind you.” Neil hurried after Andrew a bit pleased with himself.

“So where are we going?” He asked as they stepped out of the library.

“A Waffle House thirty minutes away from here, get in.” Andrew gestured to a black sleek Maserati car.

“Is that your?!”

“No, we’re stealing it.” Andrew deadpanned

“Damn how can you afford this.”

“Are you getting in or am i going to leave you here?” Andrew asked already bored.

“Fine, fine I’m getting in.”

As soon as Neil closed his door Andrew flew with the car leaving Neil holding on to his door. With the way Andrew drove it took them only fifteen minutes to reach the Waffle House and Neil couldn’t be happier to get out off it.

The Waffle House wasn’t fancy and packed as the ones around the campus, this one was a small almost deserted place with a broken neon sign. Andrew headed for it without a backwards glance towards Neil who followed him silently.

As soon as Andrew opened the door a strong smell of fresh baked waffles greeted Neil and he swore to himself that it wasn’t like anything he’s ever smelled before.

The Waffle Houses around the campus smelled nothing like this they had a stale kind of smell around them that meant that the waffles they served are most definitely not fresh while here you can smell the freshness of the waffles and taste them before they reach your mouth.

They settled in the furthest booth in the place, looking down at the menu Neil found that they’ve managed to include every possible combination of toppings and flavors that anyone can think off, it was confusing to choose as he wanted to try everything.

A young waitress came to take their order as she saw Andrew she beamed and asked him if he wanted his usual, he gave her a nod, when she turned on Neil she smiled sweetly at him, “I’ll just have the regular waffles with chocolate syrup on the side please.”

“Great, you're order will be ready in fifteen minutes.” With that she gathered the menus and left.

“This is a nice place, how did you know about it?”

One, two, three, four blinks was all Neil got in response, he got the feeling that Andrew was bracing himself for something he just didn’t know what it was.

“Was driving around, came across it, tried it, the end.”

“Okay, ummm... so that Maserati how did you afford it?”

At that Andrew leaned forward on the table with a look of clear mischief in his eyes, Neil was kinda startled but intrigued as well.

“How about this, for every question you ask i get a question in return.” Andrew finally said.

“So like a game we each take turns asking questions!”

“Exactly like a game.” Andrew said with a smile plastered on his face that didn’t really reach his eyes.

Neil was speared from answering as the waitress came with their orders, Andrew’s was a monstrosity of a plate, it was a heap of different kinds of ice-cream flavors topped with chocolate chips, chocolate and caramel syrup and strawberries, the waffles where no where to be seen but Neil had to assume that they were somewhere under there.

As soon as Neil took his first bite he was certain that that what heaven would feel like “mmmmmmm, this is soo good!!” He moaned, when he looked at Andrew there was a strange look on his face that he couldn’t quite decipher, “how’s yours?!” He asked but before he could answer Neil’s phone rang and as he fished it out of his pocket and saw the caller he swore

“I know I’m late, I’m on my way.” He said as soon as he picked up then immediately hung up on the caller, “I gotta go, I’m late for practice and Kevin will have my head on a spike, how much do i owe you?”

“Never mind, come i will drive you.” Andrew answered as he threw a couple of dollars on the table and headed out with Neil behind him.

“You really don’t have to, you probably have other stuff to do”

“Get in the car Josten”

The ride back was silent but it was a relaxing kind of silence, Neil really didn’t get the concept of “awkward silence”, it’s like how can silence be awkward it’s just silence.

When they arrived and Neil got out Andrew stayed in the car, “you’re not coming?” Neil asked

“No, if i got in I won’t be able to get Kevin to back off without punching him.”

“Yeah, sure okay” Neil said defeated.

“I will text you when to meet again and next time don’t you dare be late!” Andrew said, raised to fingers to his forehead and gave Neil a mock salute and drove away.

Neil really couldn’t wipe off that stupid grin from his face and no amount of yelling from Kevin did it either.

Here is chapter 2

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