#sorry this is like almost 9 hours past my upload time

[yoontaethings]

normal kind of love — jjk (1)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

rating: explicit

word count: 2.5k

warnings: a lot of cussing and some teasing if you squint, but other than that none really (the warnings will come next chapter lmao)

you’re one half of hollywood’s on-screen it couple. the greatest chemistry known on-screen with the one and only, jeon jungkook, the bane of your existence.

a/n: this was supposed to be a longer chapter but i decided to split it in half to tease potential readers mwahaha btw this chapter is very very unedited, though i did postpone the upload because i had to remove some parts because i just thought the story didn’t need those bits anymore lol but the rest of this story i haven’t even read through yet, i just wrote and wrote and wrote so please excuse any errors (my tenses might also not be consistent but i’ll edit this soon)

taglist: @min-nicoleee @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @kokoandkookie @somelazysundays

There was no way.

There was no way in hell they were pairing you up with him. Again.

You were confirmed to be cast as the female lead in the movie before any other characters were casted. They should have chosen a different male lead for this romance film. Heck, even Kim Taehyung, a friend of yours, received an offer for the role and you were certain he planned to take it. Unfortunately for you, even if Taehyung wanted the role, he couldn’t accept it because of scheduling conflict with another film he’s already working on.

Jeon Jungkook, an actor you starred alongside in “Dangerous Illusion”, was just confirmed as the male lead of your upcoming movie “Chosen for Pleasure”. The same man who seemed to make it his life goal to ruin you. After Jungkook was confirmed to play the male lead in your upcoming movie, fans on Twitter have been blowing up about it and made you two a trending topic worldwide. Elated fans mentioned you in their tweets expressing how happy they were to see you two again together. You wish you could say you felt the same.

The previous movie you worked on was a thriller/mystery. You played the part of Jungkook's wife in the film. The film was a blockbuster hit, as a result of the well-thought storyline, yet additionally because of its leads. Fans adored the chemistry between you and Jungkook, regardless of not having a lot of romantic scenes in the film. There were a lot of fans who wanted to see you two on-screen once more, this time, in a romance focused film. Looks like their wishes were coming true.

To add insult to injury, your impending film was going to be an adult romance. It required some steamy scenes that normally didn't trouble you because you were a true professional, yet absolutely irritates you now since you need to do them with Jeon Jungkook.

The script reading was to be done today and your eyes opened an hour later than the time you set for your alarm because of the fucking snooze button. Seriously, why were snooze buttons even invented? They just allowed people to sleep through their alarms continuously.

Hand reaching for the phone on your nightstand, you knocked over a booklet that was over it. It was the script you spent hours reading to grab a sense of the character you were going to portray. Obviously, you already knew the basics about the part you were going to play, but knowing the entire story helped in portraying your character.

Your eyes squinted at the bright light of your phone that had the numbers 8:33 glaring at you, unlocking it to see a couple of texts and missed calls from your manager.

‘Are you awake yet?’

‘Please don’t tell me you forgot about the script reading today’

‘Ok I know you’re still asleep but just make sure you get ready on time, being late won’t do you and your image any favors’

‘I’ll pick you up at 9’

You rolled your eyes at his messages. You loved Hoseok and he was the best manager you could have been given from your agency, but he nagged too much. He was also your friend and his endless nags made you want to rip your eyeballs out sometimes because even when you’re supposed to unwind with him, he never forgets to remind you of your job.

���I’m the fucking lead, Hobi, they’ll wait for me’

You slapped your phone back onto the nightstand and started going about with your morning routine. You didn’t have a lot of time, and even though you knew they would definitely wait for you, you hated being that bitch who made people wait so you took a quick shower and slapped on some sunscreen, powder, and finishing off with your go-to lipstick. You didn’t bother with makeup and dressing up. This was just going to be a script reading and sure, there were going to be photos taken but the thousands of dollars you’ve spent on facials and treatments already made sure your face was at least flawless despite the lack of effort.

Bringing only your phone, wallet and script, you exited your building and as usual, a shiny black van already awaited outside. Hoseok was leaning on it, scrolling through his phone when he sensed your presence and looked up.

“Oh, thank god you’re on time.” He exhaled in relief, pocketing his phone.

“I value sleep but you’re well aware I also value my career.”

Hoseok grinned. “Now there’s the y/n I know.” He then slid the van door open and you entered without another word.

The drive was pretty much uneventful, with you scrolling through your social media, seeing what fans have been tweeting about recently and with Hoseok humming along to the random pop music playing.

You longed for a distraction, something much more interesting than working your thumb throughout the drive because of the chasm that you were about to jump into when you arrived on set. You weren’t stupid enough to forget about the man who got the role of your romantic interest in the film. But you were wise enough to not let it haunt you for the past weeks. Now though, you can’t really avoid it anymore since you were supposed to be seeing him in person again after almost 2 years. You didn’t exactly leave on the best terms with Jungkook but who knows, maybe you’ll be able to act civil around each other.

At least you were sure you were going to act civil around him, already decided on taking the higher path. You’re not so sure about him, but fingers crossed he’ll at least be an adult about the situation and pretend he can stand being in the same room as you.

Soon enough, you were entering the room the script reading was to be held in. Bowing and greeting the actors and staff seated around the table as you passed by to get to the last vacant seat. You caught Jungkook’s eyes following your movements as you sat down. Luckily, he was seated across from you and it was easier to ignore his presence with the staff members greeting and coddling you.

As always, script reading began with actors introducing themselves and the role they’re going to play. As the female lead, you started off.

“Hello everyone. I’m y/n y/l/n and I’m going to take on the role of Yuri.” Hands clapped around you as you sat back down.

“Hello, I’m Jeon Jungkook and I’ll be playing Ryan.”

You didn’t bother clapping unlike the rest and avoided the eyes of the voice’s origin.

The script reading continued without a hitch– for the most part. The other cast members were very friendly, and laughter was exchanged during the read. The same couldn’t be said for you and Jungkook though.

When lines between your characters were exchanged, there was a weird tension in the room. It felt like everyone else were holding their breaths and waiting for either of you two explode and announce that you can’t do this film anymore. As dramatic as that would be, none of that happened. Instead, cheesy romantic lines sounded flat and bored from both you and Jungkook. The director made a tsk-ing sound whenever that happened.

“It’s always been you.” You read. The script said that Yuri and Ryan stared in adoration towards each other before Ryan uttered his next words.

“Marry me?” Jungkook asked.

You nodded your head as a wrap for the script reading. According to the script, there was supposed to be a kissing scene at the end, so you make ridiculous smooching noises. The cast burst into giggles before the director stood from his seat.

“…and that’s a wrap!” He clasped his hands together. “Hopefully when we start shooting things only look up from there.” He flitted his eyes between you and Jungkook.

Honestly, you wish that too but from yours and Jungkook’s history, you don’t really think that’s possible.

You were both professionals though and you’re sure you could at least count on him to make the on-screen romance feel real.

“I’m sorry.” Hoseok said with pity in his eyes.

“Wha- but… why?” You asked, confused with what was happening.

Your part in the new film ‘The Notebook: Remake’ has apparently been withdrawn. As one of the rising stars in Hollywood, this was a really great opportunity for you. It’s one of the most anticipated films and accepting the offer of being the female lead in the movie was a no-brainer. Anyone who refuses that role is just stupid.

But now they were apparently taking it back.

Hoseok sighed. “There were too many scandals surrounding you recently. It doesn’t matter if they’re true or not, but you’ve been seen in hotels that Jeon Jungkook has been in too, and in everyone’s eyes you’re now secretly seeing him.”

“But we’ve never even been seen together in any of those photos. Don’t people know the word fucking coincidence?” Your brows furrowed, fists clenching at your sides. “And what does this have to do with my role in the film?”

“It seems they wanted someone with a ‘cleaner image’ and someone who’ll get the film to be a hit. Apparently, the romance won't be convincing if the female lead is dating someone in real life.”

You stared at Hoseok. He stared back waiting for a lash out, an angry outburst, anything really, but you remained silent, eyes unmoving. Soon enough, the dam doors burst open and the tears suddenly came streaming down your face. Hoseok exhaled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hobi what did I do so wrong to deserve this?” you sobbed into his chest.

“Shh, it’s not your fault they’re all dumbasses. But you know the industry, y/n. We’ll find better films for you, okay?”

“Why is Jeon Jungkook such a thorn on my side? Why is he always ruining everything for me?”

“We can’t blame him, honey. He’s probably a victim in this too because of those damn rumor outlets.” Hoseok rubbed his hands along your back.

“But I’m getting the short end of the stick! The rumor is probably just feeding his bad boy persona!”

“Life’s unfair, y/n. Surely by now you’re aware of that. Just remember, karma’s going to bite them in the ass someday, okay? For now, do you want to call it a day and go home? I’ll drive you back and I’ll just report to the agency that you’re not feeling well.”

You nod your head, too listless to bother answering with words because there was only one thing on your mind right now.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good looks. He just ruined the best opportunity for you. You were going to get him back for this. Like Hoseok said, karma’s going to bite him in the ass someday. And that karma was going to be you.

You were supposed to be looking forward to filming one of your dream movies with your dream director. But all you felt was dread when you arrived on set. You promised yourself that you’d stay unaffected to Jeon Jungkook, but you couldn’t help the distaste for him to be left on your face while filming.

The scene you were shooting was when your characters first met and the first takes were a total disaster. You and Jungkook barely spared each other a glance, even when your character was supposed to be enticed by him, breaking down Yuri’s cold exterior. A break was called after the 6th take because the director was so frustrated that he looked like he was about to call the casting director and replace his two leads.

You sighed, not knowing what to do with yourself after the announcement of a break. Your feet led you to your dressing room, ready to pass out on the couch but before you could, someone barged in. Your head turned towards the door, expecting it to be your manager or the director or anyone really, just not the person who currently stood at the doorway.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asked. Your eyes were suddenly drawn to his biceps which bulged from his shirt as he crossed his arms. The damn arms looked delicious. Too bad they belonged to someone you would never ever be attracted to.

“Sure.” You shrugged your shoulders. You were sure he came here to talk to you about filming and how to work out your indifferences and shit like that and honestly, you were so tired of hating him you’re ready to just go along with whatever. Hating someone actually takes a lot of effort, you realize.

Jungkook stepped towards you until he’s close enough that you had to tilt your head upwards to look at his eyes. His eyes locked on yours for a moment before his arms uncrossed and one of his hands landed on the wall behind you. He successfully caged you in with no way out. His lips part and your eyes are drawn to the movement, feeling his exhales on your nose. You swallowed nervously.

Good lord his breath smelled so good.

“Babe, I’m sure you’re just as thrilled as I am to be working with you again as you are with me, but let’s not mess this up okay? Let’s get this over with perfectly and quickly so we don’t have to deal with each other again after. Deal?” His eyebrows raised in question and you nodded dumbly, unable to form a coherent sentence with how close he was to you.

You felt a sudden rush of heat down there and was mentally cursing the man in front of you for how much he was affecting you. He tilted his head to the side and leaned in closer to your face as if he was about to kiss you then he suddenly stopped, his mouth forming a smirk, taunting you.

That smirk was all it took for you to snap back to reality. No, you were not going to let him take the upper hand here. A burst of confidence surged through you as you leaned closer to him too and allowed your lips to brush lightly against his cheek.

“Deal.”

You pulled away, satisfied with how his lips drooped apparently not expecting that. You looked down and there it was, the tenting of his pants that brought a coy smile to your lips. Ha, take that.

You glanced back up at him, your fingers trailing over his thighs. “Aw, didn’t realize you saw me that way Jeon.” You abruptly pulled away and walked out of the room without another word, leaving him hard and defeated.

This is the beginning of his karma, you thought as you grinned to yourself.

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Ask Answers: April 13th, 2021

And we’re back again with more replies so soon, haha. Thank you for the asks!

Your game literally saved me this hell ass year. Thank you so much for the most perfect piece of art I've ever laid eyes on 😫 ... Do you guys have a rough idea when step 3 DLC will be released? I hope I'm not coming off as rude. I just really really love your game.

I’m sorry for the late reply on this! You might’ve already seen the answer by now, but the Step 3 DLC is coming out on the 16th. We’re almost there :D

This may be a silly question but did Jeremy's parents ever find out that Pran had lied about his age and if so, when/how? :3

Pran came clean to them after a couple of years, when he felt secure enough that it wouldn’t ruin the relationship. The Kings were a little embarrassed, the dad more than the mom, but they’re quite good at brushing past those kind of mistakes so it was all water under the bridge pretty fast.

hi! i know you’ve answered a question about alterations in the our life moments by playing them in different orders, but i was wondering if there was a canon order that the moments for each step happen in? i figure with such a customizable game the “canon” timeline for the moments is whatever order the player completes them in, for example in step 1, i like playing the runaway moment pretty early, since cove trying to run away early in summer makes more sense to me personally. thanks!

Yeah, there’s no canon order we’d insist on. Whatever you like can be the official route for you! And that’s a neat way to look at that event.

What if your character isn’t that into physical contact but still wants to be in a relationship with Cove? Would he be offended if you shy away or something along those lines?

He wouldn’t be. Cove knows how hard that can be and is very understanding. If you set his initiative to low, the game always checks to make sure if you want to be touched or not rather than assuming that you do. And if you do choose that you don’t want to, there’s no stress or drama about it. Cove will just say that’s okay!

Hellu! First off, I want to thank you all for such a wonderful game, it's been the best feel-good game I've ever stumbled upon and I can't express enough how much it has meant to me. Second, I've seen lots of people having trouble with making Cove confess before MC which makes me wonder if people will have the same problem in the dlc when you can propose to him. Is it possible to post a guide for that as well when it no longer could count as a spoiler? Again, thanks for such a beautiful game <3

I’m really happy you had such a nice time with it c:. We’ll answer questions about it on tumblr/in the discord if they come up and, if need be, we’ll find somewhere to upload a guide.

Do we get steam key from buying dlc on itch io?

I’m afraid not. That’d be unfair to those who get it on Steam. Plus, Steam isn’t super cool with giving out thousands of keys to be handed out for free on other sites anymore. They can refuse to give us the keys if they feel we’re trying to take advantage of their system.

hi! so if we reject cove's confession in step 3, can we still have MC and cove get together in step 4?

You can confess to him, yeah. But Cove won’t ever try confessing again if the MC turns him down in Step 3.

What if MC acts like someone Cove doesn't like, like Lizzie or Baxter lol

You can’t do what Lizzie or Baxter does to make Cove dislike them. You can play the game and try, but it doesn’t work out. The MC is just too compatible with Cove if you’re fond/crush/love, haha.

Hi! I absolutely love your game, I love the characters they’re all so amazing, thank you for the game haha

I was wondering if you would get the NSFW DLC no matter what Patreon level you were at, or if you would could get it at any level? :)

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What pateron tier do we need to get the 18+ content for Our Life? It's my new favourite game, keep up the good work!

It will eventually be available at the $5 tier and anything above that! Glad you both like OL ^^

On a scale from 1 (being the worst) to 10, how well do the XOXO jerk squad including JB handle horror?

JB: 8

Everett: 5

Nate: 4

Shiloh: 10

Bae: 10

Jeremy: 8 for non-gore horror, 2 for gory horror

Pran: 9

hello!! i was wondering if any of the boys from the Jerksquad would ever wear a skirt/dress?

None of them wear skirts/dresses out of personal preference. But if there was some kind of reason where they had to do it, none would be that bothered.

How does the jerk squad feel about Christmas? 

Everett: He fucking loves it. That’s the best time of year.

Nate: Commercialized nonsense.

Shiloh: It’s wonderful! So he claims.

Bae: He likes it quite a bit, but only for the joy it brings children/family. He thinks that’s sweet but is too mature to be whipped up into a festive fervor himself.

Jeremy: It’s awful.

Pran: He hates it.

does cove have any pet allergies? yes I know this is a little weirdly specific

He doesn’t! The lucky boy isn’t allergic to any animal.

Very important question: Would Lee and a musical-theatre loving MC run around belting Into The Unknown from Frozen 2? Because I feel that they would 

Probably, haha.

This might seem like a dumb question, so I’m sorry, but with the Derek DLC are we gonna get to hang out with him in person instead of just calling him in step 3? 

The Derek DLC adds events in Step 2 and Step 4. It’s part of his story that you don’t really get to be around him in Step 3. But you don’t need to apologize for wondering!

hello! i'd like to ask if it's possible to play the android version of the game with the dlcs after buying the dlcs from steam. i wasn't expecting my android version to have my dlcs since i bought them from steam, but it had my step 2 dlc for some reason. is this a glitch or does the apk actually detect what dlcs you already have on your pc? if so, how come i don't have the step 1 dlc appearing on android? thanks!

That is some kind of glitch. It isn’t possible for the Android DLCs to be unlocked by having them on PC. Maybe in one of the old builds we accidentally didn’t lock the Step 2 DLC properly. Sorry for the confusion!

Does Derek and Baxter have canon sexualities? Will Derek still flirts with the MC regardless of their gender?

They’re both pansexual and can like the MC regardless of what gender they have.

I was wondering if Miranda had a crush on Cove in Step 3? I'm not sure why, but I got those vibes from her?

She thinks of him only as a friend. Cove isn’t her type, haha.

This is probably a dumb hope, but I hope Cliff find someone he loves after Cove is grown up and everything. Or at the very least he has someone he's very close with after Cove leaves. 

That’s a really sweet thought to have. Cliff stays single, but he’s graysexual and not-particularly romantically inclined. He only dated when he was really young ‘cause that’s what everyone did. Family and friend relationships are more important to him, and he has plenty of that in his life ^^.

Heya! I was curious if there might be a nickname system in N&F? I kind of pull an Elizabeth when I play and choose a different variation of a name like having Rosie in step one and changing it to Rose in step two, then maybe Rosetta in step three for example, but it also feels a little bit odd being scolded using my nickname hehe. That's all I was wondering about, thank you for your time and the wonderful games!

We are hoping to include the option to go by a nickname in Our Life: Now & Forever. But nothing has been programmed yet, so we can’t 100% guarantee it, haha.

Just curious, what would Liz's and Cove's relationship be if MC wasn't around? I feel like they wouldn't get along as well as they do now, especially during the first and second step 

They’d definitely have a lot of friction growing up and they’d likely avoid each other as much as possible. Once they were both older, I imagine they’d be decent neighbor acquaintances. But they still wouldn’t be nearly as close as they are with the MC bringing Cove into things.

What do the customizable eyes look like in the game? Do they look as they are in the creating avatar section? Or do they look different when actually playing the game?

That’s up to you! The doll is just meant to be a general idea. You can apply it to your imagined MC as much or as little as you prefer.

Did Cove go through a "phase" during his adolescence? I don't really wanna headcanon it so I wonder if there's anything (cringy) canon since we missed out on the ages of 14-17 hahaha

Not really, aha. 14-17 Cove is pretty recognizable to his 13 and 18 year old self.

Hello! I'm sorry to bother you, especially with all the messages you get. I was just wondering if the religious wedding venue was exclusive to a church or if there will be different religions of weddings? Also, I love this VN so much, it's so well written and every character is so amazing, thank you for making such a beautiful game.

The church is treated as a historic building rather than anything actively religious, but it’s not the only option like that. There’s a historic synagogue and stuff too! And that’s really nice of you to say <3.

How differently would it play out If MC told their moms about the 20$ deal back when it happened? 

They wouldn’t have been happy and would’ve been far more skeptical of Cliff, aha. But they wouldn’t want to keep Cove away from the MC, so it wouldn’t have been too different in the long run.  

Hello may I ask what Cove's favorite fudge/ice cream flavor would be? Its alright if its not answered 

He appreciates them all, but his top favorites would be the fruit flavored ones and the ones with nuts.

Hi! I really wanted to make mc's house in a game and tried really hard to figure out the floor plan, but I wondered if you have the floor plan of the mc's house so that i can try again with more accuracy?

Thank you a lot for this game, i loved it a lot! (my first play took me 8 hours lol)

I’m really sorry, we don’t have anything like that. But at least you can headcanon that what you did is correct and nothing can prove it wrong, haha.

Hello,I recently started playing lake of voices (I put it off for a long while since I’m usually not very good with horror) and I’m really happy I did!I’m a big fan of your games in general and lake of voices was absolutely great as well.I loved the characters and the dark setting of it,I adored the beautiful art and music and the story was great too,sometimes unsettling and sometimes very sweet.My favorite Route in the game was definitely Lu,I liked his character and was really shocked and distraught by his Route at least two times.I didn’t see the plot twist(s) coming at all!

Besides these ramblings I’ve also wanted to ask if you still remember how to get the lower two CGs on page 5?I seem to always miss them and would appreciate any help.Anyways I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother and I wish the devs a great day!:)

Thank you for all the kind words <3. You get those DLCs by going through the end of the Guide’s character path. You can use the guides on Steam to help you find it/reach the end!

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⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 8

[pairings]

JK x female!oc, Bunny!JK x human!female!oc, Jin x female!oc, Leopard!Jin x human!female!oc, Jimin x female!oc, white Tiger!Jimin x human!female!oc, Taehyung x female!oc, black Tiger!Taehyung x human!female!oc, JK x Jin x Jimin x Taehyung x female!oc

[warnings]

Mentioned of an abusive past, mistrust, threatments, hardcore fluff

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Hey there, I hope you have had an amazing week so far! I am so excited to upload this chapter, because it has some really cute scenes. I am also sorry for making Tae so grumpy all the time. We all know that he is a real sweetheart💜

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[chapter 7 ||| chapter 9]

„Jungkook, stop worrying.” The older boy said, as he watched his brother hitting his punching bag hard. “She said that she had much to do in the city. She will be okay.”

The younger one didn’t listen to his brother. He just kept punching his bag harder and harder, letting out all his frustration and worries. The girl had been gone for more than 3 hours, even thought she had said that she would be back within 2 hours.

It wasn’t that Jin wasn’t worried as well, but he tried to stay optimistic. Maybe there was terrible traffic in New York, or she met an old friend with who she had decided to drink a coffee. Jungkook was the complete opposite. He had walked up and down in front of the front door for 30 minutes, and Jin had to stop him when he had wanted to go out and look for her.

“What if – something happened – “ Jungkook hit his fists against the sack hard with each word. “What if – she is – hurt – or if – she needs – help?”

He threw one last punch in frustration and turned around to his brother, sitting down on the bed next to him. He pulled open the Velcro fasteners with his mouth and pushed them off of his hands, throwing them onto the floor.

“Don’t worry, Kook.” Jin tried to cheer him up by wrapping his arms around his younger brother, pulling both of them down on the bed. “She will be coming home soon.”

“Home.” Jungkook mumbled to himself, before he suddenly turned his head. “I am happy, Hyung.”

Jin smiled when he heard those words. This was everything he had ever wanted for this young boy.

“Me too, Kook.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

This was the first time, he actually admitted that he was happy to live with the girl. In the beginning, he tried to find something on her that would proof his opinion on human, but he couldn’t. Over all those days he had spent here, he had gained more and more trust in the girl. Hope had been nothing but nice to is brother and him, and never in his life had he felt such a warmth and luck. It was not only that the apartment itself felt warm, but also the girl’s whole personality. It was the way how she smiled and laughed, or how she listened to every detail she got told by him or Jungkook.

While the two boys kept talking on the bed for several minutes, when suddenly, the familiar clicking of the front door could be heard.

“See Jungkook. I told you that –“ Something was odd when he sniffed the air, Jungkook smelled it too.

Normally, the girl’s scent would fill out the apartment when she would return home. It was one of his favourite things to smell, because her scent always was so much stronger when she entered the apartment form outside. But this time, it wasn’t just her scent filling the space. There was someone else, and he didn’t like that this someone was another male Hybrid. Immediately, a strange feeling started spreading in his chest.

Jungkook beside him had smelled it, too. The younger one had shot up from the bed and was already running out of the room, over into the living room. Jin quickly followed after him. He didn’t know would expect him in the living room.

“What the –“ He heard Jungkook cursing, as he run up next to him.

In the middle of the living room, right were the sofa was placed, was Hope kneeling next to another male Hybrid. He had a really annoyed expression on his face, while he was holding his bandaged arm in front of his chest. On his other side stood a second Hybrid, but in contrary to the sitting male, he looked rather scared than dangerous. His white, fluffy ears were tightly pressed against his dark hair, while his striped tail was wrapped around his leg and his with his fingers he fiddled with the hem of his shirt

From on to the other second, Jin felt something snap inside of him. This apartment, even if he had only been living here for one and a half week, was his territory. The furniture were covered in his scent, that spot the grumpy Hybrid was sitting on was his spot, and the girl that was touching him belonged to his territory, as well as Jungkook of course.

By now, the Hybrid on the sofa had also noticed the two others. With an enormous speed, he pushed the shy looking male behind him, before he laid his black ears flat against his head, showing off his sharp fangs and growling loudly at him and Jungkook. Almost at the same time, Jin had pushed the bunny behind him, showing off his slightly smaller but not less sharp fangs as well.

“Hey, hey, hey.” The girl pushed herself off of the sofa, slowly walking up in Jin’s direction. “Jin, stop it. He is hurt. We need to help him.”

“Go away from them, Hope.” Jin quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her carefully away from the other two intruders. “They are dangerous.”

“No, they are not dangerous, Jin.” She squirmed out of his grip. “Please, stop growling at them. They are scared and injured.”

Jin looked from the girl over to the other two males. “Tae, stop.” He heard the smaller Hybrid whispering, as he laid his hands on the other one’s shoulders. The leopard was torn. On the one hand, he knew how it felt to be hurt and scared, but on the other hand, the one with the black ears looked dangerous, and he wanted to avoid that Hope or Jungkook would get hurt.

“I don’t trust them.” He whispered, not moving his eyes away from the males on the sofa.

“Me neither.” Jungkook piped in from behind.

“But you didn’t trust me either when I first took you in.” She took a step back to look both brothers into the eyes. “Jin, you wished for someone that would help Jungkook and keep him safe, and Jimin wants nothing more than for his brother to be healthy again. Please, let me help them.”

The two Hybrids weren’t convinced at all. They watched from a safe distance, but still close enough to step in if the grumpy one decided to hurt her, how Hope took of the bandage and carefully cleaned up the infected wound. Jin’s eyes fell on the smaller Hybrid – Jimin was his name – and somehow, he saw himself and Jungkook in them. He remembered how scared Jungkook was about him, as he had laid on that couch, covered in injures. Jimin was holding his brother’s hand tightly, and every time the other one would hiss in pain, Jin could see Jimin’s eyes tearing up.

“All done.” Hope said after about 10 minutes. She tossed all the utensils she had used away. “The infection should be gone within the next week, but only if we changed the bandage regularly. Will you wait a few minutes? I just want to speak with those two for a second.”

She walked over from the sofa and gestured for her two Hybrids to follow her into their room. Jin felt her heartbeat, as she closed the door behind her, turning around and looking at them with wide eyes.

“Hope, I don’t like them.” Jungkook didn’t even let her a second to open her mouth. “I don’t want them here. The one of them growled at you.”

“I know, Kookie.” She whispered, as she took his hand. “I know that you don’t like them staying here, and if you really don’t want this then I will not let them stay here. This is your apartment as well now. But I am begging you to just let them spend the night here. It is so cold outside.”

The girl had tears in her eyes as she talked about the two Hybrids. It was obvious that she didn’t want to kick them out at all, and that she really cared about their safety. Jin’s ears dropped when he imagined him and Jungkook in their position. What if Jungkook was laying there on the sofa, hurt and injured, and what if those two were telling Hope that they couldn’t stay?

How could he say that she had to throw them out, when Jungkook and him could be in their position?

“They will stay with us.” He said loudly, and suddenly the room fell in silence.

“What?!” Jungkook was clearly irritated by his brother’s sudden statement. “Hyung, are you crazy? They can’t stay with us. They don’t belong here with us and –“

“We didn’t belong her either, Jungkook.” Jin wasn’t screaming, but his voice was stern enough to make the bunny stop talking. “And yet, she let us stay. She didn’t throw us out when I laid there on her sofa, even though she had all right to. Show some respect, Jungkook. That could also be us.”

The bunny didn’t say anything. He just dropped his ear and nodded, whispering a quiet ‘sorry.’

“It’s okay, Kookie. I know that you are scared.” The girl took a step forward and wrapped her arms around Jungkook’s torso, he immediately hugged her back. “I am scared, too.”

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Jimin bowed his head a thousand times, when the girl told him that him and his brother could stay with her until Taehyung was healthy again. “We won’t make any mess here. We will just keep sitting here.”

He had seen the way his brother’s condition had been going worse over the past days, and there was nothing he could have done to make him feel better. He also never meant to hurt the girl or to rob her, but he had been desperately trying to find something for his brother to eat, and when he had smelled the girl he hoped that she had something to eat in her purse.

But instead of beating him up or call someone who would do so, she had defended him in front of that other man earlier, and she had offered her help to make his brother feel better. His eyes fell on Taehyung, who was sitting on the soft sofa inside the girl’s house, pulling a face as if he was about to burst.

He knew his brother’s opinion on human and everything that was connected to them. He didn’t want to have to do anything with them at all, and Jimin really hoped that he would have his temper under control, because the girl was the only chance that Taehyung would get healthy again.

It also didn’t help that there were already two Hybrids living here with the human girl, because that only made them feel more uncomfortable to be here in their territory. He had smelled from the first step inside that the girl’s house was already marked by two other Hybrids. Their scents were all over the house: On the soft sofa, in the air an even at the girl, as she had pulled off her jacket.

“I want to leave.” He suddenly heard Taehyung growling under his breath, as he turned his head towards Jimin. “It smells like human here.”

“That’s because a human is living here, Tae.” Jimin chuckled slightly, as he squeezed his brother’s hand harder. “But please, they let us stay here until you are fine again. Let’s not mess this up, okay?”

Tae’s nose trails got wide, before he beathed out hardly and turned his head back to look at the wall. Jimin sighed. He knew that Tae was secretly thankful that they both had a safe place to sleep tonight. Tae cared deeply about him, he knew it. That was the reason why he acted that way.

Jimin moved his eyes away from his brother, just to meet two pressed together, angry looking eyes from the other corner of the room. While the older Hybrid had followed the girl into the kitchen, the bunny had sat down at the table, staring intimidatingly at him and his brother. Though bunnies usually didn’t have sharp teeth or even fangs, that boy definitely had some muscles, and in comparison to him he also was much taller.

He really seemed to be protective about that girl and the leopard Hybrid. Jimin wondered in what relation the three of them were in. Normally, he would expect humans to be dominate and aggressive towards Hybrids, but the both of them seemed to be free in what they were doing.

He watched the girl in the kitchen how she talked with the older boy quietly. She didn’t look like a person that was angry or abusive all the time. She rather looked really kind with her soft voice and her big, brown eyes.

“Don’t look at her like that.” He suddenly heard the voice of the bunny growling in his direction.

A slight shade of red spread over Jimin’s cheeks, as he quickly nodded and turned his head away. The last thing he wated right now was to start a fight. Tae had hear the bunny’s growl, too. He had turned his head into the other Hybrid’s direction and was now baring his teeth at him. Before Jimin had the chance to tell his brother to stop, the girl and the older boy were coming back from the kitchen.

“Jungkook, don’t growl at them. That’s not nice.” She said, as she pressed a quick kiss onto the bunny’s head, before she turned around. “Jimin, Taehyung, do you want to see your room? It’s just down the hallway.”

She pointed her finger down the corridor, as she gestured for them to follow her. Jimin’s eyes flickered to the older boy, who was now standing next to Jungkook, as the girl had called him. Somehow, the white tiger felt like he could trust him the most. He looked kind and respectful at him, not like Jungkook who seemed to stap him and his brother with his gaze. When Jimin’s eyes met Jin’s, the older one gave him small nod, encouraging him to follow the girl.

“Come on, Tae.” Jimin whispered towards his brother, as he tried to pull him up from the sofa.

Tae growled slightly, but eventually he took his brother’s hand and walked up behind him. Jimin tried to keep as much distance at Jungkook as possible when they passed him, not wanting to provoke him in some way. The hallway they were walking in was simply but inviting, with it’s white walls and brown floor. On either side were two doors and also at the end was another door. He wondered in which rooms all those doors would lead to.

“You can sleep in here.” The girl had stopped at the end of the hallway, pushing open the last door on the right side. “I don’t think you mind sharing with each other, do you?”

Jimin quickly nodded his head, pulling Taehyung after him and down the hallway until they reached the girl. The girl gestured for them to enter the room, and when Jimin was about to step in, he quickly bowed his head and thanked the girl again.

“This is your room.” She said calmy, not entering the room but staying in the doorway. “You can rest in here. It is safe. If you need anything, my room is just next to yours. The bathroom is behind the last door on the right side. You are free to go anywhere you like and anytime you like. Just – just don’t break anything, okay?”

She didn’t say anything else, she just turned around and closed the door carefully behind her.

“Who does this bunny think he is?” Tae said as soon as the door was closed. “Talking to you like that. He is lucky that I am injured or else he –“

“He did the same thing you are doing right now, Tae.” Jimin carefully let his fingers slide over the wooden drawer. “He just wanted to protect her.”

“Protect a human. Pah.” Tae hissed behind the white tiger. “This is the best joke I’ve heard so far. They don’t need protection, they bad creatures.”

Jimin looked around the room. It was decorated decent but lovely. On the left side, were placed a small drawer and a table, while on the right side he spotted a large king-sized bed, on which the both of them would definitely would fit together. The lamp hanging from the ceiling spread a warm, yellow light all over the room.

“I don’t know Tae.” Jimin whispered, as he carefully sat down on the soft duvet. “She is so small. How could she hurt someone. Plus, she gave us our own room and a bed to sleep in. Maybe she isn’t like other human. Maybe she is nice.”

“Jimin, listen to me.” Taehyung walked up towards his older brother with fast steps, before he kneeled down in front of him, looking deeply into his eyes. “Human aren’t nice. We need to be careful as long as we stay here. Human will never change. They will always be bad.”

Hope came back after Jungkook had literally force her to take a shower, washing away all of Taehyung’s scent that had stuck to her while she had threatened his injuries. She quickly left the bathroom and made her way back towards the living room, that was already filled with the delicious smell of whatever he was cooking. Jin was a really talented when it came to cooking.

When she set one step into the living room, Jungkook shot up from the sofa he was trying to re-cover with his scent. His floppy ears bounced up and down with each step he took, while his nose was already sniffing up in the air. When he reached the girl, he grabbed her shoulders, before sniffing her up and down, which caused a shade of red over her cheeks.

“Better?” She whispered and he immediately nodded his head, before he suddenly pulled the small girl into his arms. “Jungkook, you are not trying to cover me in you scent, aren’t you?”

“No.” He mumbled back, squeezing her a little bit tighter. “Just a tiny little bit.”

The girl chuckled at his words. She was glad that Jungkook wasn’t afraid to touch her anymore. He would hug her in the mornings and before bedtime, or sometimes when she would leave the house.

“Jungkook! Let go of Hope and help me set the table.” Jin had sticked his head out of the kitchen, waving with a wooden spoon in his hand.

The bunny pouted but listened to his older brother, waddling up into the kitchen while he kept muttering something under his breath. For a moment, Hope thought about the other two guests in her apartment. Should she actually ask them to join them for dinner? She didn’t know when there

was the last time the both of them had a proper meal, but then, she didn’t want to upset Jungkook more by just allowing them to sit on the table. Of course, it was her apartment, but she also wanted to respect that Jungkook and Jin were now living here as well. She didn’t want them to feel uncomfortable at their first day of officially living here.

Her head shot around. With all the trouble she had completely forgotten about the adoption paper that were still laying in her purse, as well as Jin’s note book. She walked over to the front door, where her purse was laying on the ground. She quickly pulled out the map that she had laid the papers in, before she made her way over to the kitchen. Jin was just about to turn off the stoven, while a grumpy Jungkook stood next to him.

“Boys.” She said happily, as she still his the papers behind her back. Both boys turned her attention towards the small girl. “I never got the chance to show you these.”

She pulled out the papers and held them in front of her chest. It took both Hybrids to actually arrive in the situation, but once they did, Jungkook sprinted forward and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you so much.” He whispered into her hair, before he let go, still smiling proudly.

Jin still wasn’t in the place to show her much physical affection, but she didn’t mind though. He bowed his head slightly, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it tightly. It was a first step into the right direction.

“I just want to prepare something small to eat for Jimin and Taehyung.” She announced, as the boys were about to sat down on the table. Jungkook had already opened his mouth, he kept shut when he caught Jin’s look. “They must be hungry.”

She quickly prepared some sandwiches which she placed on a small tray, before she added two water bottles and made her way over to the room she had placed the both Hybrids in. She slightly knocked her elbow against the door and waited until it was opened by Jimin. The tiger looked really confused, as he watched the girl holding the tray with food.

“I made you some sandwiches.” She lifted the tray a few inches. “You need something in your stomach.”

“Thank you very much, Miss.” Jimin bowed his head a few times, before he carefully took the tray out of the girl’s hands.

“We have never introduce ourselves properly. You can just call me Hope and this –“ She turned herself and pointed down the hallway, where Jungkook and Jin were still standing by the dining table. “This are Jungkook and Jin. If you need anything else, let me know, okay?”

Jimin quickly nodded again, before Hope and the boys left them alone in their room.

When the sun had set later that day, the night air was bright and clear that evening. Hope took a last deep breath, before she finally closed the window and made her way over to her bed. She wanted to be asleep a long time ago, but the star sparkled sky looked too amazing to not watch it for hours.

She sighed when the events of the day played along her head. How did she end up with taking in 4 Hybrids at the same time? She didn’t know. Since Jungkook had stumbled into her life, her life became a complete mess. But not only in a bad way.

A quite shuffling in front of her door caught her attention. The boys had said their goodnights a few hours ago, and she doubt that Jimin or Taehyung were strolling around her apartment at night. Carefully, stood up and made her way over to the door, where she pressed her ear against the wood. Indeed, someone was shuffling around in front of her door.

“Jungkook?” She whispered into the darkness, as she spotted the bunny sitting on the ground in front of her door, his duvet was wrapped around his body. “What are you doing?”

When Jungkook had noticed the girl, he quickly shot up from the ground. He rubbed his eyes, before his eyes flickered from the girl over to the door where the other two Hybrids were staying in.

“I –“ He started whispering, before he began to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. “I wanted to watch your door, because – because I don’t trust them. What if they try to hurt you while you were sleeping, or if they –“

“Jungkook.” The chuckled slightly, as she stepped forward and cupped his face with both of her hands. “No one wants to hurt me. Go back to bed, you look so tired.”

The bunny closed his eyes and rubbed his face against the girl’s hands, slightly humming as her soft fingers slide over his skin. She could tell from a distance of 10 miles that he was about to fall asleep every second.

“But I need to guard your door, though.” He mumbled against her fingers, before he yawned loudly. “I need to protect you.”

If he wasn’t so damn cute with his soft, floppy ears and his cheeks that were squeezed together by her hands, he would had hosed him away by now. But instead, she carefully slide her thumbs over the soft skin of his face, before she dropped her arms and grabbed his large hand.

“Come on, Kookie.” She carefully pulled him inside her room, while he was more waddling than walking with that thick blanket that was still wrapped around his body and his pillow squeezed under his arm. “If it makes you sleep better, you can sleep in my bed tonight. It’s big enough for the both of us.”

Jungkook didn’t put up any fight at all. He just waddled behind her until he reached the bed, before he let himself just fall forward onto the soft fabric. She watched him, as he took a deep breath of the soft fabric, before he pushed himself further up towards the headboard. He slide the pillow under his head and within seconds she could hear slightly snores leaving his parted lips.

She made herself comfortable on her side of the bed, before she leaned over and gave the bunny a last kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight, Kookie.”

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drive safe (m) || bbh x reader

title: drive safe pairing: baekhyun x reader genre: brothersbestfriend!au, chanyeol!olderbrother, romance warnings: slight rated 18+ scene, but it’s short and poorly written  words: 12.4k prompt: simply put, you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend for the longest time but he hasn’t seen you in a while... and you’ve grown.  notes: needed something different to write :) please enjoy... i did another brother’s best friend au bc i just love baekhyun in that kind of au lmao... I FINALLY UPLOADED!!!

He was heavily intoxicating. From the whiff of the cologne he wears to the way his lips look, so tempting and plump, all the way to the sweet melodic laugh that escapes from his throat, hand on his toned chest to contain himself.

This man was beautiful—correction— is beautiful, and has always been since you’ve laid your eyes on him.

You recall those days staying in the living room until the late hours of the night; coffee table filled with loose papers and opened textbooks to cram in for your exams, room lacking a desk for you to work on. Your brother would trail into your home once the street lights turn on, friends joining him occasionally, none capturing your attention until you met him one night.

Mocha eyes that sparkled under the dim lights at the front steps, caramel hair that looked so unbelievably soft, that you had to restrain yourself down from asking him to just let you run your fingers through those locks. Jawline chiseled, cheekbones high, and ears flushing coral when he gets embarrassed—he was just breathtakingly beautiful. And when he leans over to see what you’re currently engrossed in, supple cheeks raising as high as the sky from his smile, teeth pearly white and exposed, his gentle voice hypnotizes you to the point that you almost miss when he says his name.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun.” How the hell is he so pretty? “You must be Chanyeol’s little sister.”

Your Cloud 9 experience disappears at the sound of your brother’s name. It’s like he loves to burst the bubble of any type of happiness your way. He never fails to ruin things for you.

Then again, that was back when you were 16 and he was 22. He was in college, finishing up the remaining time he had left while you were just a mere high school student—not to mention that you were also his best friend’s little sister. This time, you’re 22 and he’s the 28 year old, finished college with a career outlined for him and you’re the one trying to finish up the last year.

So when Baekhyun stands at the threshold of your parent’s house behind Chanyeol, mouth agape at the mere sight of you, he’s in complete shock at how much you’ve grown and changed in the past years. To say the least, he hasn’t seen much of you around since you turned 18... and well, he was regretting missing the glow up.

“Why are you looking at my sister like that?” Chanyeol hisses, pushing his friend’s chest back with a finger. “You act like you’ve never seen her before.” Baekhyun can only shake his head from his thoughts, clearing his throat. “I haven’t seen her since she left for college.”

A hum from you fills the air, grasping the attention of the two males. “I’ve been back every holiday, not my fault you haven’t been around.”

Turning on your heel, you make your way past them, slipping into a pair of random sandals at the front door before greeting the rest of your family members that begin to trickle in for the annual family dinner. Every year is dreadful, but this year got interesting just from Baekhyun’s attendance.

He was every high school girl’s wet dream.

And at the same time, dream boyfriend.

He’s cute yet he’s got this aura around him that just makes him so... sexy. You recall having high school friends over during those younger years and when Baekhyun and Chanyeol would walk through the front doors, your friends would drool at the sight of the boys. You couldn’t really agree on the Chanyeol portion of that (obviously), but your saliva would run rivers length long at the appearance of Baekhyun.

What was even worse was that both your brother and dad were horrible at teaching you how to drive. This was after you’ve concluded that you had a crush on Baekhyun, and Chanyeol suggests to your parents to hire Baekhyun to teach you how to drive a car.

“Dad, you and I both know that we’re way too short-tempered to teach her. Why not hire Baek?”

“I don’t see why not.” He nods in agreement, glancing over at your mom for approval, but she’s already so giddy over the moon from the sound of his name. “Of course! My second son teaching my daughter? Why would I have any issues with that? I’ll pay him, don’t worry.”

You want to die. “Why can’t you teach me, mom? We don’t really want to bother Baek and pressure him to teach me, right?”

“Actually,” Chanyeol grins; you swear every time he does it’s mischievous with a sinful plan hidden underneath. “Baekhyun is rather quite the angel and offered himself when I brought this situation to him. He doesn’t even want to get paid for it, I just offered.” Are you kidding me? Of course. Chanyeol wants you dead.

You think you actually die when you’re sitting in Baekhyun’s car in the middle of an abandoned supermarket’s parking lot. The two of you. No sign of Chanyeol anywhere, and it’s the first time you wished that your brother were there.

“Yeol isn’t coming?”

“No,” Baekhyun frowns, pulling the seatbelt over his body and locking it in; you mimic his actions to save yourself from getting lectured by the boy of your dreams. “He said he was either going to die from your driving or high blood pressure.” You exhale a heavy breath. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Afraid of being alone with me or something, little Park?”

“Uh, no.” You lie. “Can I start?”

“Sure, show me what you know.” Pressing a foot on the brakes, you push the key into the ignition and the car roars at the start. “Are you sure you trust me driving in your car? Isn’t this girl your baby?” There’s an afterthought of Baekhyun getting this car; almost begging Chanyeol everyday to go by the second-hand car dealership to admire this beauty—well that is if you consider a 2002 Lexus SC430 with the once jet black paint chipping off a beauty, then you’d be able to relate.

He nods, licking his chapped lips from the breeze that enters in before letting out a soft sigh. “She is, so... be careful, little Park, and drive safe. I trust you to drive her. I don’t even allow Yeol to let alone touch her, so consider yourself special.” Special. Can he not say such things while you’re already anxious about being in his presence, let alone his car!

Baekhyun teaches you to drive. Another great quality he has to add to the list from that occurrence: patience. He’s the one who opened the doors exiting out of your childhood in two ways: learning how to drive and learning what it feels like to like someone. It’s the first time you’re alone with him and you’ll never forget it. It only solidified your feelings for him.

And so when you’re ready to pick up your friends for the night that you first get your license, borrowing your brother’s car, your heart swells and bursts out of your chest when he approaches your window before you pull out of the driveway. Resting his arm on the door, joy tugs on the edges of his lips. “Drive safe, will you, little Park? I know I taught you well, but I still want you home safe and sound.”

Baekhyun might be the actual cause of your death.

“So, I heard you’re in for engineering? You’re finishing up your last year, aren’t you?” 

You hum against the glass that’s pressed onto your lips, drinking in the cold water to cool yourself from the sweltering heat. Summer was supposed to be over now, but since you’re in the off-season, the weather was currently in its moods, switching on and off like a middle aged woman dealing with menopause.

Popping your lips after releasing the cup, you nod. “Finally going to grab my degree and get to do what I actually want to be doing.” You want to be out of this conversation with this... woman; you’re not even sure who she was and what relation she had to your family. A cousin, maybe? An aunt? What do you even refer to her as?

“Wow, amazing!” She exclaims as she clasps her hands together abruptly that it startles you. “My son would be a perfect match for you, he’s handsome, young...” Her voice starts to drift off at the same time that your eyes do, skimming to find your brother’s right hand man, and with your luck, his gaze is locked on yours.

He’s been watching you the entire time. 

Baekhyun’s got a red solo cup in a hand, body leaning against the white plastic fence that perimeters your deck, hair pushed back to reveal his effortlessly beautiful forehead, and just the view of the first couple buttons of his shirt let loose, you felt your knees buckle. He bites his bottom lip in light of gaining your attention— one he’s been trying to snatch the entire afternoon. He’s standing besides Chanyeol, as expected since he is his guest, but they hang almost joined at the hip and just the thought of it makes you want to roll your eyes. But when his stare locks into yours and he mouths, “come over,” you’re immediately complying with his demands.

“I’m sorry,” You interrupt the strange woman, turning to face her. “Aren’t we related? Are you trying to set me up with your son... who potentially is my cousin?” 

“Oh no! I’m just a family friend; your aunt invited me over!” With that, it only results in you clicking your tongue in disappointment, bowing to the woman apologetically. This was a waste of time. “I’m sorry, I’m not interested in being set up. Now, if you would excuse me...”

She’s probably shocked, from what you can tell on the little smirk and chuckle coming from Baekhyun as you make your way toward him, arm reaching out for a side hug. “My little Park, all grown up, aren’t you?”

“Well, I’m not sixteen anymore, so possibly.” You joke.

Talking to Baekhyun felt effortless. Almost as though he wasn’t that same guy you knew when you were growing up. The crush that had looked so out of reach, too cool and attractive for you indeed seemed like he was on the same level. Bantering came easy and there were more things in common between the two of you than you previously assumed. As if this entire time… you were surrounding him with an image of what you thought he was but it wasn’t solely who he had been.

“Ah, so you agree. You think you’re handsome.”

“Are you trying to quote a ‘Mean Girls’ line on me?” He asks, eyes squinting in your direction coltishly. Raising both your hands up in feigned defeat, you tug your lips into a straight line. “Oh, you caught me, copyright police. But I believe I merely paraphrased the movie.” He lifts his brows at you skeptically, arms crossed against his chest. “Paraphrased?”

“I’m sure that the line goes like ‘so you agree, you think you’re really pretty.’“

“Maybe not me, but I think you’re pretty.” Baekhyun grins cheekily. It’s not exactly a smooth line, you admit, but anything coming from Baekhyun inflates your heart, reminiscing the old high school feelings that stirred. “Mm, cute. But not exactly slick, Baek. Slimy, possibly.”

He seethes in disagreement. “Oh, little Park, I’ll have you know that I am not slimy; I am very much a gentleman.”

“Some gentlemen have a slimy side of them.” You clarify with a tilt of your head.

“I can assure you that I am not slimy but rather smooth and creamy.”

You grimace. “I’m not sure this conversation is going into the right direction.” Pausing for a moment, you cluster the fortitude to belatedly ask: “So, why haven’t you been around for the holidays like you used to? My mom missed having you around during the holidays.”

Baekhyun purses his lips, taking in a deep breath before speaking up. “Honestly, I’ve always had a girlfriend during the holidays. Otherwise I would’ve been over. Unfortunately, those four years that I haven’t been at your house meant four different girlfriend’s family homes that I’ve been to instead of yours.” Of course, Baekhyun couldn’t be without a girl on his arm. Just look at him!

“Mmm,” You buzz in a judging tone that sharpens his focus on you. “Disappointing. Anyways,” Jumping on the tips of your toes, you lean over to peek into his cup. “Whatcha got in there, Baek?”

“Wanna smell?” He brings the cup closer to your face, underneath your nose as your face twists at the strong scent of alcohol. “What the hell is that?”

He lets out a laugh at your expression. “Its just beer—“

“—that is definitely not just beer. What did you put in that?” Baekhyun brings the drink neighboring your nostrils again. “It’s IPA, sometimes they have weird smells to it. Sometimes it even smells like weed.”

You take a second glance at him, hesitant about trying this peculiar drink. You’ve had beer before— hell, you’d had tons of types of alcohol before, but you can safely say that IPA beer isn’t one of them. The liquid hits your tongue, barely any if you’re being completely honest, and you pull away. “Eugh,”

“Eugh?” Baekhyun imitates your reaction. “You don’t like?”

“Not exactly.” You frown, stepping back from the drink in his hand. “How do you even drink that? It’s such an acquired taste to enjoy it.”

“I guess I had a lot of different kinds of alcohol while I was in University, but IPA wasn’t one of them so I gave it a shot. Kinda like them now, not what we’re usually used to.”

“You make yourself sound like you’re old.” And with that, he taps your nose with the tip of his index finger. “And I am old. In comparison to you, little Park.” 

That’s when it hits. Baekhyun can be sweet, kind, flirtatious, but one thing he can’t be is someone who could ever reciprocate feelings for you. Even if you’ve grown out of those braces, awkward puberty stages, and now an adult woman who is somewhat confident in your body— Byun Baekhyun will always see you as one thing only— Little Park, Park Chanyeol’s kid sister.

“Right,” You respond quickly, distancing yourself from him a bit and Baekhyun feels the atmosphere shift. “I think my dad needs me to help him handle the grill.”

“Chanyeol’s over there.” Baekhyun retorts back as abruptly. “Are you okay? Is it something I said?” 

“No.” You reply, prepared to turn away and say your goodbyes to the older male, but his hand grasps onto your wrist, causing you to wrinkle your brows in confusion. “Baek?”

“Talk to me. What did I say? I like talking to you and it’d be nice to keep this conversation going.” You tilt your head in perplexity. “Okay. That’s great and all but I’ve had a raging crush on you since I was like sixteen. I’m kind of over this whole thing and I’m ready to keep you as my brother’s best friend that I had a crush on when I was entering the early stages of puberty—”

“Wait, you liked me?”

A look of incredulity spreads on your face. “You didn’t know?” He shakes his head slowly, gaze trailing to the concrete ground as if he’s trying to replay the history of your relationship, attempting to find the hints smeared throughout the years. “Well, I did, and if I’m being honest, you’re great and everything, but I don’t think I can muster enough courage to build a friendship with you if I still have these somewhat lingering feelings.”

Seconds before you’re escaping his hold, his grip tightens. “I didn’t know.” He reiterates your words, eyes finally meeting yours. “Why didn’t you tell me? And why are you telling me this now? And at your family reunion at that?”

“I... don’t know.” You shrug, body language signaling that you’d stay and his hand on your loosens. “I guess I’m tired of being called little Park and seen as Yeol’s baby sister when I’ve been pining over this unrequited love.”

“You can’t even say that when I didn’t even know you liked me.”

“Oh, come on, Baek,” Groaning, your shoulders dropping in exhaustion from this entire conversation. “You’re the epitome of every girl’s first crush. Not to mention that you get along with my family. Pretty much the easiest formation of a perfect guy for a girl who was just finally realizing how cute guys were.”

Baekhyun scrunches up his nose, placing his drink down on the table beside him. “You never made it obvious.”

“Oh please, I was very obvious. Even Chanyeol probably knew about it.”

“Don’t say that, I really didn’t know! I’m sure your brother doesn’t either.” Eventually, you’re able to step far back enough that he can’t hold you back anymore. “It’s fine, Baek, I totally get it. Enjoy your night here? I’m going to socialize a bit more—I mean help my dad with the grill. Whichever one first, uh, you get the gist.”

“Oh, wow, your son is... actually pretty good looking.” You’re back in this discussion with the same strange woman before, but this time with your blood-related aunt who was the one to convince the lady to talk to you in the first place. She’s skimming through pictures she has saved of him, yet again trying to persuade into talking to her lovely son. He’s cute, you admit. He’s a year younger but that wasn’t going to turn you away. His mom, however, is coming off a bit too strong and your aunt was trying her best to pull her back.

“See? I told you! I invited him to come join us tonight, maybe you’d catch him here!” The woman claps her hands together excitedly, over the moon that you’d agreed to her perspective. “Speaking of my lovely boy, there he is!” 

And right when you face the direction she points, you see him—sun-kissed skin with his hair gelled back, tall as a skyscraper with the longest legs ever—this guy was built like a God. His eyes skim the room, but before they can meet with his mother’s, he spots someone approaching him and a smile tugs on the edges of his lips.

“Baekhyun, I didn’t know you knew this family?” 

Of course he knows Baek.

They’re exchanging a handshake, and you’re flaring your nostrils because how small is this world? Regardless, you’re not going to let Baekhyun ruin your day. No way.

“Park Chanyeol’s my friend,” He responds, placing a hand in his pocket. “And you’re here for?”

“My mom is here, she asked me to come. Son duties, you know the drill.” The younger male shakes at his own statement before giving Baekhyun a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you later. She wants me to meet some girl she thought was cute, so we’ll see how that goes. See you in a bit?”

Baekhyun nods in confirmation, letting him go and as he watches his figure make his way through the crowd, that’s when he notices something. You’re standing next to a middle-aged woman—and is... is Lucas walking toward you?

“Hey mom,” The towering man smiles, giving his mom a hug. “I’m here as you asked. I’m assuming this lovely lady...” The lady introduces you to her son, and he extends his hand. “I’m Lucas.”

Baekhyun is pissed. If you saw his expression right now, the smoke coming out his ears would’ve been conspicuous.

Lucas isn’t... the smartest guy you’ve ever met but at least he’s sweet and kind?

Momma’s boy, a big one at that and you find it charming that he’s so loving and caring towards his mother. A great son... however, as a boyfriend, you can already guess what the bigger fights were going to be about.

“So my mom tells me that you’re almost done school, how’s that going for you?” The two of you have migrated over to one of the picnic tables in the backyard, old and wooden yet still surprisingly structurally strong enough to hold the weight of multiple people... and thankfully without his mom. Least she knows when to leave you alone.

“Going good, I can’t wait to get it over with and start working. School is dreadful.”

“Oh, yeah, I know that much. That’s why I didn’t go to college.” No college, not a bad thing, you think to yourself. After all, it’s what you make out of it, right? “Instead, I chose the modeling path.” What. Well, it made sense. Lucas is the equivalent to a God in looks, and you were starting to wish you were exaggerating. Probably another red flag if you guys started dating—he’s too pretty for his own good and girls would probably be crawling at his feet and your level of jealousy can’t handle that.

“Modeling? That’s impressive! How’s it going for you?”

“Slow this season. But it’ll pick up eventually. I’m only twenty-one anyways. College was never for me so I figured anything else would be better. My mom always told me that I was handsome, so why not put what I already have to use, you know?” Other than the fact you wanted to correct him and tell him that twenty-one is actually peak age for modeling, you wanted to laugh a bit because he was convinced to chase after this specific goal solely from the compliments of his mother, his biggest fan who happens to be blinded by love. Either way, Lucas was lucky he was cute enough to be a model or this conversation would’ve been embarrassing.

“If you like it, go for it. I don’t see a problem with it.” A gust of wind blows in your direction and it makes you shiver.

He smiles. “I like that. Not a lot of people agree with the whole modeling thing. Even my ‘mentor’ kind of blows off the idea and pressures me to go to college to find a ‘real’ career.”

“Mentor, huh? Has he considered giving you trade school as an option?”

“And get my hands dirty? No way. These hands were made for modeling, not being someone’s plumber and playing with pipes.” An image forms in your head— Lucas... as a plumber? Oh... that’s... kind of hot. His voice interrupts your thoughts in the end, and you want to frown until you see someone approaching. “Speaking of my mentor... have you met Baekhyun?”

Baekhyun is standing at the end of the table; although he seems nice toward Lucas, you can feel the cold air coming from him. “We’ve met.” He says, words short and sharp. “Known her since she was a high school student.”

“Oh, nice, were you also her mentor, hyung?”

“What?” Baekhyun responds, the space on his forehead crinkles. “No I wasn’t her mentor, I’m a friend of her brother’s,” slightly annoyed by Lucas’ question. You can’t seem to place a finger on why he would be so... discomposed. “Have you applied to those colleges I sent to you, by the way?”

“Hyung, I told you that college wasn’t for me. I don’t get why you’re pushing me so hard.”

“Lucas, you’re not going to be young forever. What are you going to do when you’re 40? Be in those Viagra commercials? Advertisements where the elderly have ‘fallen and can’t get up’? Be realistic here.”

It’s Lucas’ turn to be upset, and rightfully so. “Hyung, you’re embarrassing me in front of my new friend. Who— by the way, is very supportive of my endeavors.” Baekhyun scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief and disapproval. “Supportive? Actually, give us a moment, Luc, I have to speak with her privately.” Grabbing onto your wrist, he tugs you from your seat, and you whimper at the aggressiveness. 

“What the hell! Baek, let go, your grip is tight.” 

Taking you inside the house, he walks through the hallways while dragging you when he sees the familiar door that leads to your bedroom, shoving it open before shutting it after the two of you are inside. He lets go of his grip. “Explain.”

You sneer at his demand. “Explain what? I didn’t do anything. You should be explaining because you dragged me here.”

“Just thirty minutes before, you profess your feelings for me and then you’re talking to some guy? What the hell is that?” You jaw tightens but you want to retain your emotions since his were spilling. There was never a good outcome if two people that were butting heads are acting upon only feelings.

So you walk over to your closet, sliding the doors open in search of a sweater but this only makes him infuriated. “Answer me— why are you looking through your closet while we’re having a conversation?” Snatching a hoodie off the hanger, you pull it over your head. “I’m cold. And you’re the one who is having a conversation. Well, not really a conversation, more like you’re lecturing me.”

“I am not lecturing you. I’m trying to read you and you’re not making it any easier for me.”

“What are you reading me for?” With the hood over your head with the end of your dress peeking out of the oversized fabric, he thinks you’re cute like this and he can’t help himself. Lunging toward you, his hands cup your cheeks and before you know it, his lips are pressed yours.

Baekhyun is kissing you.

Byun Baekhyun, your brother’s right hand man, your parents favorite non-blood related child, is kissing you. He has to force himself to pull away; he never thought that your lips would be so soft, and how right it felt in that moment.

Your fingers reach up to touch your lips and you’re left speechless for a moment before the words erupts from your mouth. “Did you just kiss me?” He’s just as dumbfounded as you are because all he does is nod in return. “Why’d you do that?”

“Look, I don’t know if I have the same exact feelings for you like you do for me but seeing you with Lucas in that way... pissed me off. I didn’t like it.” Baekhyun looks troubled because he’s letting his hands run through his chocolate locks that were styled previously. “But I think I like you. I never really thought anything of it until you said something... but maybe we can give this a try?”

You squint your eyes at him. “Baekhyun, this isn’t something you just ‘try.’ I don’t want to be lead on. You can’t just say that you ‘think’ you like me and walk in like you own me or something.”

“At least give me a chance to make this work. Obviously something happened back there because I was ticked off enough to embarrass my mentee in front of you.” He sighs, dropping his body onto your made childhood bed. “Poor kid.”

“Eh, he’ll be fine. He needs something anyway. I heard he lives in his mother’s basement, which is fine I guess, but despite not going to college, he has debt?” Baekhyun glares at you from underneath his long luscious lashes, but it’s light and he’s not upset anymore. “Don’t make fun of my mentee, I’m supposed to guide him!”

“Do better.” You retort before plopping your body beside him on your bed, laying down flat on the covers. “I’ll give you a chance. But we can’t tell Chanyeol. If it doesn’t work out, then it’s a secret and he doesn’t have to worry. If it leads to more... let’s just wait ‘til that time comes and we can figure something out.” 

You can’t see him from where you are, but the sound of his voice is a dead giveaway that he’s smiling at your words. “I like the sound of that.”

“Aw, look at that, my best friend and my kid sister. Where were you guys?” Chanyeol looks a bit tipsy with his hooded eyes and crooked smile, but he’s only spilling elation when he slips in his socks and into the arms of Baekhyun when the two of you exit your room. 

“Uh, I wanted to move my desk and Baek offered to help.” Yeah. That’s a good excuse. 

“Mm, could’ve always asked me. But of course, Baekhyun here is an angel and loves to help out my family. Wouldn’t it be amazing if he was our brother?” The expression on your face cringes in disgust, the thought of Baekhyun being your brother and it’s like he reads your mind when he catches Chanyeol stumbling in his arms, pulling the taller male up. “You don’t want me as your brother, Yeol, that’s weird. Maybe I’ll date my way into your family,” He jokes, and you mouth ‘too soon!’ in his direction as he gives an unapologetic shrug shared with a smile.

“Who... her?” Chanyeol points to you with his chin, brows crinkles but releases with a laugh. “No way, man. She’s not even your type.”

“She can be my type.” The expression on Baekhyun’s face was pained, attempting to hold him up. “Little Park is pretty.”

“Mm, but she’s the serious type and you’ve had probably ten ‘serious’ girlfriends in the past four years!” He exclaims as you’re guiding the two of them toward Chanyeol’s bedroom, swinging open the door. “Little Park hasn’t even brought a boyfriend home.... heh, mom thinks she can’t get a boyfriend.”

You hiss. “That’s not true.” Chanyeol sticks his tongue out at you and you get a hit of vodka coming from his breath. “I think it’s true.” He sings, dropping his large frame onto the bed, eyes heavy. “Little Park needs a real boyfriend, Baek, not a fling!” Minutes later of Baekhyun trading Chanyeol’s jeans out with sweatpants, the two of you slowly close his door and heave out a weight breath.

“That was exhausting. He does this every year; it’s like my family is purposefully trying to get him to drunk to make me suffer.”

“Sorry,” Baekhyun mutters, hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. “I should’ve been there to help you.” You wave him off, shaking your head in disagreement. “He’s my brother, it’s my responsibility.” Just when you’re about to walk away, he tugs on the hem of your shirt before you turn with a raised brow.

“You’re not... upset about what he said, are you?”

“About what?”

“About me. Having flings, never really having a serious girlfriend. About you, never bringing anyone home.”

You shrug. “I never wanted to bring anyone home in the first place. Doesn’t really matter to me.” Baekhyun chews on his bottom lip anxiously, fiddling with the fabric between his fingers. “I hope I can be that for you eventually.”

“Be what?”

“The one you want to bring home.”

Naeun is your best friend, biggest supporter, and also the most brutally honest person you’ve ever met. It’s in her DNA to be this way and although sometimes her candidness can hurt, you know she means well. So when you tell her about your Baekhyun escapades, her jaw is dropped down to the floor in awe.

“You’re kidding.”

“I am nothing but forthright.”

She smiles, tilting her head back in skepticism. “... No, you’re definitely playing me. There is no way he said that he likes you. There’s no way.” You pout. “Is it that hard to believe that a guy like him finds me attractive? Jesus, Naeun, hurt my feelings why don’t ya.”

“Girl, I’m just saying. He’s too hot and too much of a fuck boy... so him wanting to risk his relationship with his best friend to go after her sister... unless...” Her thoughts trail off for a moment before she comes back. “... Nah, never mind. There’s just no way. There’s a catch to this, I’m going to find it.”

“There’s absolutely no catch.”

“I’m just saying baby girl, watch out.” She’s leaning back on a wooden chair in your room that you had borrowed from the dining room set, swaying on the two legs dangerously. “Girls get their hearts broken because of him. And it’s because he’s such a nice boy about it that it makes them feel bad. Isn’t that crazy? What power he holds.”

“You’re giving him way too much power just from this conversation we’re having. Naeun, if you believe that he has that much hanging over all of us, then you’re enabling him to do so!”

“So you agree... you think he’s a playboy with a lot of power.”

“Naeun!” You holler, rolling your eyes at your friend. “He’s nothing but a guy that I like. We keep talking about him as if he’s this being that’s better than all of us when in actuality, he’s just a really nice guy.”

Naeun scoffs. “Who is really fucking hot, by the way. Don’t forget that.” She stands up and makes her way toward your closet, slinging the doors wide open. “Which means you should probably update your wardrobe too. You think a guy like Baek wants to date someone in hoodies and sweatpants all the time?” You purse your lips at your friend. “Don’t make me feel insecure about this, he already told me he likes me.”

“Okay, but what about the competition? Aren’t there girls lining up for him?” There’s silence for a moment, indicating that you’re almost lured into her trap before she sings your name. “Come on, wouldn’t you want to try looking cute for him?”

“I try!”

“Did you meet him today?” She asks. “Yes?” You respond questioningly. Why?”

“And you were wearing that?” Naeun gestures your attire. As mentioned before, just like your entire closet, you’re dressed in black hoodie and sweatpants. At least they matched, right? She grabs your hand and pulls you up. “You said you guys were going to meet tonight again, so let’s get you ready for that!”

If meeting Baekhyun required getting ready 3 hours in advance, you don’t know if you can date him anymore.

As planned, Baekhyun is parked at the end of the block waiting for you, shooting a text in your direction to let you know that he’s here. Slipping your phone into your bag, you heave out a heavy sigh of how tight this skirt that Naeun forced you into. “I thought I looked fine earlier,” you grumble to yourself before adjusting your blouse and snatching a jacket from the coat rack.

Attempting to sneak out of your house without gaining Chanyeol’s attention was hard. He couldn’t help being nosey. It was in his nature.

“Whoa, looking smokin’ hot for who?” Chanyeol exclaims with his arms crossed in front of your bedroom door. You groan loudly. “Can you please just leave and get out of my way? I’m trying to go out.”

Chanyeol looks astonished. “And with who? I’ve never seen you dressed like this before.” You push a strand of hair that gets caught in your makeup. “Honestly, I don’t know either. Naeun made me look like this.”

“You’re probably going to scare the guy away before you even get him.” You frown. “Let me figure that out tonight. So if you would excuse me—“ Aggressively shoving your brother aside with your hidden Hulk strength, he slams into the wall and winces as you made a run for it.

You want to cry. You felt ridiculous, and Chanyeol’s comment only made it worse. Walking up to Baekhyun’s car, you see him leaned against the hood of his car, skimming through something on his phone. He looks amazing in dark slacks and jet-black sweater tucked in them. He lifts his head to see you, jaw dropping in shock. Your legs were out for the world to see, shirt low enough for a glimpse of your cleavage and he can only gulp and clear his throat before stuttering on his words. “Whoa—I—“

You respond with a moan. “Do I look ridiculous? Naeun came over earlier and forced me to dress prettier, and Chanyeol stopped me before leaving the house and said I looked crazy. Please tell me which one it is so I can go back and do something about it.”

Baekhyun laughs. He laughs as if the situation you’re in is funny. “I think you’re always pretty. You just look even prettier today.” You chew on your bottom lip anxiously, shoulders dropping in doubt. “Are you sure? We haven’t even started the date yet and I feel like I ruined it.” He only shakes his head with a soft smile, walking over to the passenger door to open it for you.

 When he’s sitting in the car beside you, he swears his throat closes up when your skirt hikes up in your seat. Warding off the sinful thoughts of you, he starts the ignition of the car, letting the engine warm up for a bit before driving off. The last time you’d been in this car was when he was teaching you how to drive; weekend after weekend, while just you and Baekhyun in this worn down Lexus, he stole your heart bit by bit. You never thought you’d find yourself in this situation again; somehow you were the one stealing his.

“Where are we going?”

“Dinner. I heard there was this really great Italian place they opened downtown. Maybe we can get dessert after?” He glances over at you to see your reaction, only regretting because you so pretty with the sunset behind you.

“That sounds good.” You grin.

That night, the dinner itself wasn’t the most amazing thing you’ve ever had, but the talks you had with Baekhyun were. There wasn’t a dull moment with him, he had stories to share that made you laugh until you’re almost choking on the pasta and by the time dinner was over, you were just glad that there was still dessert to look forward to.

“This place looks new.” You say, eyes sparkling with the countless of options listed on the menu mounted above. “There’s so many to choose from.” Baekhyun notes that although your eyes seem youthful and the smile plastered on your face supported that, everything about you wasn’t the same anymore. How’d he miss out on this for so many years?

You wave your hand in front of his face. “Baek, you good? Have you decided what you like?” He lets out a nervous chuckle, nodding his head. “Uh, yeah. Grab me the strawberry on a cone, will you?”

He slides his card to pay before you could even stop him, frowning when you hand him his cone as the two of you exit the shop. “I could’ve paid, you know.”

“I don’t really trust anyone who gets mint chocolate chip… so…”

“Oh, so you don’t. What’s wrong with mint?”

“Do you like eating toothpaste or something?” You slap his arm, and he winces, remembering that although you were small in comparison to him, your strength was impeccable. “Oh—shit, I’m sorry, Baek.”

“I forgot how strong you were. Do you lift or something?” His face contorts in pain, but he’s not in that much pain. “No, although, now that you mention it, I should probably get into it since I know I’d be so good.” Baekhyun winces. “How am I ever going to stand next to you? I’ll be living in fear all the time.”

“Speaking of, I heard you finally moved out of your parents place.” Licking your ice cream, Baekhyun has to look away or else these thoughts would creep up again. “I have. Want to come over after this? We can squeeze in a movie, and I borrowed something from Chanyeol the other day, so I can drop it off when I take you home.”

Bent over, reaching for the controller underneath the coffee table, Baekhyun swallows. His gaze drifts off to the ceiling, praying that you wouldn’t notice the boner he’s supporting right now. When did you grow up? He has to shake off the dirty things he’s imagining you doing right now.

“Here.” You slap the controller in the palm of his hand before adjusting your top. “Are you comfortable? Do you wanna borrow some of my clothes?” Lips jutting into a pout, you want to tell Baekhyung, yes, hell the fuck yes I want to wear your clothes and get out of this brutally uncomfortable skirt, but the words don’t leave you mouth and he can only smile. It’s like he reads your mind because he stands from the couch and enters into his room. Seconds later, he has a pair of sweats and a hoodie for you. Your favorite dynamic duo.

You’re barely 1/4th through the movie, Baekhyun’s arm around you with your head cuddled against his chest while wearing his clothes that smelled so good, smelled like him. This amount of comfort was never evident with any of your previous relationships, but something about Baekhyun made everything feel okay. Turning your head to look over at him, he’s breathing soundlessly as if he’s asleep, but his attention is all diverted to the television. His jawline looked tempting, skin smooth and soft, you bring your lips to kiss the bone.

He chuckles at the action, eyes down to meet with yours. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He presses a chaste kiss on your lips before giving you one last look of confirmation. Crashing his lips onto yours, you welcomed him inside with your tongues knotting and sliding past one another, you hum against him. It sent a warmth feeling down your center and you wanted know if he felt it too. Pushing the blanket off your frame, you climb over his lap, swinging a leg over before pressing yourself down on him, his hands slowly making his way to your waist, hesitating as if he’s asking for permission. Hands forcing on his in invitation, he complies, pulling you close to his body.

He lets go of your lips, a lewd smack from your kiss separating. He’s panting like he’s just run a marathon, heart racing to the point that he’s afraid you can hear it. There’s a rush in him, excitement pumping through his veins and he’s never felt this before. You felt too much like home to him, and this was just the first date, how was he supposed to survive any more if you had him wrapped around his finger like this?

“I don’t want to go any further if you don’t want to. It’s our first date—Is it too soon?” He says, his voice meek and faint, the total opposite of how he usually is around you. Afraid he’d mess it up, afraid that everything that happened today wouldn’t happen again if he didn’t do it right.

“Please take me. I want you, Baek, I really do. I’ve been waiting for this since I met you when I was sixteen.” You sounded desperate, cheeks flushed in embarrassment of how intoxicated you were from his kisses. “Don’t make it sound like that, I’m sorry I made you wait this long.” He whispers before leaning back into the kiss, palm rubbing your hip soothingly before you begin to grind on him. The sight of you in his clothes brought the blood rushing straight into his pants that were starting to be uncomfortably tight.

Baekhyun made you feel like a princess that night—sprawled on his bed, arms wrapped around his neck while he peppered kisses constantly on your damp forehead, skins slapping as the headboard of the bed bangs against the wall. Soughing sweet nothings into your ears, nibbling on your lobes to help you reach your high, a hand reaching down to toy with your clit before your toes are curling, fingers digging into his shoulders while your climax was approaching. He had you in a trance, fully blissed out, and before you know it, you’re cumming, letting out your final moans and cries. It drag must’ve felt nice, because his hips are stuttering, losing it’s rhythm until he stills, long spurts of his cum splattering you walls.

He falls over, pulling you close and nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, gifting you a quick kiss on your sweaty skin. “Stay for the night?” You nod.

You end up staying more nights with him.

Your presence meant more to Baekhyun than you ever knew. Those rough days where he’s at the office, he loves coming back to his apartment, seeing you in his dark home with only the kitchen light illuminating on the granite island with your books spread out with your notes and music blasting from your computer. There were some nights where he’d be home late hours and you’re snuggled in blankets on the couch, the only brightness in the room is from the television, shining on your face in multiple colors with you completely engrossed with what’s playing. It was his favorite part of the day, the thing he looked forward to the most.

The night he knew that he couldn’t ever let you go was when he came home just in time because you were taking out a tray of something from the oven, apron wrapped around your frame with a surprised expression on your face. “Oh, you’re back?” You sound shocked, mostly because you told him you wouldn’t be here tonight but yet… there you were.

“Not that I don’t love having you around, but I thought you said you weren’t coming over today?” Baekhyun asks, dropping his jacket on one of the dining room chairs. “And what are you making?”

You scrunch up your nose. “Honestly, sorry baby, I wanted to use your oven. Then I felt bad for using your oven without telling you, so I baked you banana bread as well. Then I lost track of time and I’m supposed to deliver these cupcakes to Naeun for her lacrosse team bake sale tomorrow.” Baekhyun chortles in amusement, wrapping his arms around you from behind before pecking your lips. “All good, baby.”

He doesn’t even care that you came to his house without a warning. He’s glad you’re there—Baekhyun had the expectation that you weren’t going to be there that night, so the drive home was dreadful, but just catching you in the act of using his oven… nothing made him happier. He’s not letting you go.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You hiss, eyes darting at him. Pausing from stuffing your personal belongings into your duffle bag, regret washes over how much stuff you’ve accumulated here. His place had too much of your things and having this fight alone was bringing in a lot of realizations. How could you get comfortable so easily?

Baekhyun sighs, fingers running through those locks that you had always dreamed of having your own in, but at this state, you’re fuming with anger. “You’re only twenty-two and my best friend’s little sister. There’s so much to life you haven’t seen yet... I don’t think you’re mature enough for me.”

“I’m not mature enough for you?” Shaking your head, you continue to fill your bag. “Ridiculous. I’m twenty-two, Baekhyun, not sixteen. Need I remind you that you also wanted this? I’m also not the one talking to other women while you’re with me— with me! You said you liked me. But the entire time, you had someone in the back burner, ready to replace me when it’s time.”

He says your name with another exasperated breath, feeling speechless. He doesn’t get to feel frustrated, you think to yourself, not today, not in this situation. “I do like you. More than you think, actually. But do you ever think of what Chanyeol is going to say or how he’d react if he knew? I’m feeling guilty, extremely guilty. You’re not just his sister, but you’re his little sister, which means a lot more. He’s getting suspicious of me sneaking around with some girl he hasn’t heard about yet.”

You’re fuming. Little sister this, little sister that. Every conversation with Baekhyun always seemed to lead to that topic—how young you were, and how experienced he’d been in comparison. “Who fucking cares? He’s my brother, he doesn’t get a say in my relationships. And who is he to you that he can decide yours?”

“He’s my best friend, one that’s been around for me almost forever. I can’t just go behind his back and date his sister, let alone sleep with her.”

“Then let’s not make it complicated any more. I’m leaving.”

He freezes. Why’s he suddenly so shocked? He was watching you pack your bags seconds ago, yet it’s like reality only struck him in that moment. Baekhyun reaches to grasp onto your wrist and you push back. “Wait, you’re not actually leaving, are you?”

“What do you expect me to do? Stay? After the way you spoke to me? What about when you called me ignorant and inexperienced? Too young for you? Should I list more things why you can’t be with me and for some reason you want me to still stay?”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that,” He says, stuttering in his words. “I still have feelings for you, nonetheless.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, Baekhyun.” You pull from his hold, slinging the bag over your shoulder before storming out his apartment. “I have some pride and dignity. I can’t just stay with someone who looks and speaks of me so condescendingly.” He doesn’t stop following you though, door left open as he chases you down the flight of stairs. 

“Drive safe,” He says softly, watching your figure make way to your car that parks outside of the apartment complex, heart clenching at the sight of you walk away. “Please text me when you get home.”

“As if,” You scoff, aggressively opening the door. “Don’t expect to hear from me anymore, Baekhyun.”

He’s like every other guy you’ve ever dated, have ever been with. This guy—the one who you’ve always put on a pedestal and admired— wasn’t just a guy anymore, but rather any other one you’ve ever dated. He’d stolen your heart in your early years but in actuality, Byun Baekhyun was like any other boy. Disappointing and sleazy.

Respect and admiration, the two main characteristics you looked for in a man, and the one that you thought had them, didn’t end up having them. Tears were welling up into your eyes as you’re driving; sleeves too long that they cover your hands on the wheel, and you want nothing more than just to speed past these cars on the highway.

But you knew better than to let your emotions run wild. Yet the tears just don’t stop falling.

Age. Age was just a number. There were so many people that were the same age as you without the equivalent amount of experience as you held. Whether if it were more or less, the main point was evident: age didn’t matter. It’s what Baekhyun felt was a constant need to remind you when things weren’t working out or when it got tough. It had been frustrating. Maybe it was a good thing to have left. After all, what would it have been like if you had to tell your brother?

There’s constant dinging coming from your bag, and once the traffic begins to build up, you take your attention away for a brief moment to check it.

10 Missed Calls. 30 New Messages.

All from Baekhyun.

There’s an urge within you to want to call him back but you know better. If you heard his sweet, soothing voice over the phone, you’d unconsciously turn your car around and drive directly back to his apartment. It’s how it always was.

But from now on, it was different. You can’t put Baekhyun on a pedestal anymore, you can’t put him as this picture perfect guy for you. He wasn’t— he was human, and that was okay for you, more than just okay, but he proved at that very moment that maybe you weren’t right for him.

Another blind date.

You’ve been on countless of blind dates since you officially announced to your family that the guy you’ve been seeing wasn’t... well, you weren’t seeing him anymore. Because of this, your mom thinks that you’re bitter and lonely, fearing that you’ll never find someone. “You’re only twenty-two and can’t even keep a man? We have to start early while we still have time!” 

Luckily, Chanyeol tried backing you out of this one but there’s no argument against your mother. So he suggests doing the matching. You pray he’s not trying to get back at you for stealing the last yogurt cup in the fridge back in 2011.

Getting into your ‘lucky’ signature black mini dress was a bit harder than usual— you want to blame it on the relationship weight gain but you admit that your healthy habits have been lacking. After sucking in a deeper breath, the dress finally zips. Smoothing out the crevasses on the skirt of your attire, you give yourself a last check in the mirror before giving yourself a grin and a thumbs up. “OK, I got this.”

The door bell rings; assuming it’s your date, you quickly slide open your closet doors to find your heels until a familiar laugh perks up your ears. It’s none other than Baekhyun.

“You... look like you were standing by the door waiting for someone and I’m pretty sure I made this a surprise visit.” Peering out into the hallway, you can see his figure standing at the door frame, dressed in a hoodie, ripped jeans, and a trench coat... why does he make it so hard to hate him?

Chanyeol shakes his head, standing aside for his friend to enter. “Jongin is supposed to be here sometime soon.”

“Oh, you made plans with him?”

“Nah, setting him up with my sister. I’m free for the rest of the night. You tryna hang?” Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a dazed look of bewilderment. “You’re... setting up your sister with Kim Jongin?” He nods with his lips pursed, confident with his response that his friend seems to question uncertainly. “Yeah. My mom has been on her case lately about having a boyfriend since apparently the guy she was seeing dumped her. She thinks that little Park has some personality issues and it’s going to take some time before she meets someone. I figured I’d give her an easy date, at least Jongin isn’t a dick like the past few guys.”

Baekhyun feels queasy. Were you really moving on that quickly? It was barely a week since he’d last seen you and the visual of you walking away that night haunted his days. “How long ago since it’s been since she and the guy broke up? Couldn’t have been that long, right? Why are you guys already setting her up on dates so soon?”

Chanyeol shrugs his shoulders. “Not sure. Why’s it matter anyway? Jongin is a nice guy anyway and could use some stability in his life.”

“That guy rides a motorcycle and races almost every weekend. You think he’s good for your sister?” His tone spilled in flabbergast. “You don’t think he’s going to influence her?”

“She’s an adult, she can handle herself. I highly doubt he would be influencing her though, pretty sure she would more than likely be influencing him.” Baekhyun can agree to that— after all, he’d fallen victim to that. But he didn’t like the idea of you being with someone else and he definitely wasn’t a fan of seeing you look pretty for a guy like Jongin. “Well, what if I took her out on a date?” He suggests.

Chanyeol can only let out a laugh, leading Baekhyun into the living room. “Yeah right, don’t kid around, Baek. My mom is strict about her looking for suitors; we’re looking for serious inquiries only.”

The doorbell finally rings. “Oh! I think it’s for me— I’ll get it!” Baekhyun’s head pivots to see you rushing out of your room, slipping into your heels the last second with a black leather jacket folded over your arm. He feels the breath stolen from his lungs. 

“Oh. Hey Baekhyun,” You say, a weak smile upon your lips. “I got the door.” 

Standing at the door with a loose dress shirt tucked in his slacks, with a couple buttons undone; Jongin’s sun-kissed tan skin is exposed from underneath, hair slicked back in gel with a bright grin on his face. “Hey, pretty.” Voice deep and smooth, goosebumps appearing on your arms. “Hi.” 

“Jongin.” He startles you from behind, bumping you aside before giving his friend a handshake. “Taking little Park out? Per Chanyeol’s request?” Jongin only nods, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “Yes, but... I did it willingly. After all, look how beautiful she looks.” Baekhyun snaps his fingers to regain his attention. “Where are you taking her?”

“Surprise.” He says nonchalantly, noting Baekhyun’s sudden possessiveness. “Where’s Yeol? Told him I’d say my goodbyes before I take her out tonight.” Saved by the presence of Chanyeol, you finally let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Despite the height difference, Baekhyun was attempting to size up Jongin, although lacking a bit from the towering younger male. “Whoa, what’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” They both say in unison, but Chanyeol only chuckles at the sight of his two friends. “Well, thanks for doing this for me Jongin, I’m sure you made both mine and my sister’s night a little easier.”

“Well, drive safe when you go.” Baekhyun says through his gritted teeth. Words that were once so affectionate and caring now had a different meaning behind them.

Standing by the door with his arms crossed on his chest, Baekhyun scowls while Chanyeol leans against the frame. Jongin hands over to you the spare helmet on the backseat of his motorcycle (which by the way... hot) before hopping on. Settling comfortably behind him, he lifts up his arms and although Baekhyun can’t hear what Jongin’s saying, he already knows the words. Wrap your arms around me so you don’t fall off. Right on cue because your arms snake around his frame, gripping on as tight as Baekhyun’s jaw clenches.

The restaurant he takes you to is way out of your comfort zone.

There was a comment here and there from Chanyeol that Jongin was from old money, however there wasn’t much brought up after that. Where he brings you on your first date is evident of this; it’s lavishly decorated, dark lighting with a candle that illuminates just the table, freshly picked flowers from their own garden, linen tablecloths and napkins, and to top it off, a classical band plays in the corner. 

“Wow... after telling me to hop onto the back of your motorcycle, I really didn’t expect you to take me here.” He lets out a low snicker, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “A beautiful woman like you deserves a luxurious date as this.”

Jongin is a gentleman. He pulls out your chair for you, opens the car door for you, and when there’s goosebumps on your arm and you shiver at the cool air blowing down at you, he’s observant enough without you saying and asks the waiter to turn off the air.

“Baekhyun Hyung seems like have a thing for you, doesn’t he?”Jongin asks, picking up his knife to saw his steak. “I saw how... protective he was of you.”

“Eh, just an instinct. He and my brother are close, so I’m sure it rubbed off.” You lie. It’s easier to lie.

Jongin isn’t convinced. “No, I’m pretty sure he was giving me daggers with his eyes. Like... boyfriend daggers. As if I was stealing his girl or something.” 

“I’m not really anyone’s to claim,” You say, fork pushing your pasta around. This conversation wasn’t fun and you weren’t in the mood to be in it. After all, you were at this date because Baekhyun didn’t want to be yours in the first place. “Hence why we’re on this date, right? There’s no Baekhyun.”

But for the rest of the night, Jongin doesn’t let it go. He keeps bringing it up, as if Baekhyun is now his competitor and they’re both fighting for a mate. 

You call it a night. Saying that you might’ve eaten something bad during lunch and it wasn’t sitting well in your stomach. So much for an easy date.

“You look... really stressed out dude. Maybe we should go out for drinks tonight or something.” Chanyeol suggests, stirring the sugar in his iced coffee with the plastic straw. “What’s up with you?”

He can’t get you out of his mind. He can’t go to bars, clubs, restaurants... pretty much anywhere; he can’t go anywhere because everything reminds him of you. Baekhyun only agrees to meet up with Chanyeol because he doesn’t want to seem any more suspicious, but it seems that showing up didn’t do much of a difference either.

“Can I ask you something? And you not be mad about it?” Baekhyun blurts, leaning forward in his seat with his arms against the table.

“Uh, sure.” Chanyeol responds, brows furrowed in confusion. “I guess I can’t really control my anger if you’re asking something ridiculous, but shoot.”

“No, I really need you to not be upset about it.”

“... Uh, okay, then I guess continue.”

Baekhyun takes in a deep breath and exhales, so deep that it takes him a while to recover in order to continue the conversation. “I... Would be upset if I told you that I might have feelings for your sister?”

Chanyeol raises a brow. “... Do you really? You’re not joking, right? Because that’s some sick joke—”

“No? At least, I don’t think I am.” Baekhyun says quickly, shaking his head. “Just... can you stop setting her up with these other guys?” His best friend takes a sip of his drink, cringing at the taste before opening the lid to pour more sugar into it. “Okay, I won’t anymore. So what are you going to do now?”

“You— you’re not mad about it?”

Taking a sip of the coffee, he nods in content before closing the lid. “Well, yeah, why would I be mad?” He pauses for a moment, eyes gazing up at Baekhyun’s tired ones. “Wait... you’re not telling me that she’s the reason you’ve been so stressed out, are you? Dude, I sent her out with Jongin! What’d you do?”

“I... I don’t know.” He responds, still appalled by Chanyeol’s calmness surrounding the situation. “But we dated for a bit and I ruined it by telling her that you might not be as supportive about this.”

“Dude...” He clicks his tongue in disbelief. “Why didn’t you just tell me before? Did you already fuck up before it even really started?”

“What else am I supposed to do? What if you said no? Was I to pick between the girl I’m in love with and my best friend?”

“Baek, stop being difficult. She’s old enough to decide things herself. What do you think this is, the Medieval times? Women are capable of making their own decisions— even if she’s my baby sister and something in my stomach really wants to punch you for even laying your eyes on her, but I can’t do that.” Then, there’s a pause. “Did you say you love her?”

“Uh...” He sighs, standing up in his seat and gestures Baekhyun up as well. “Come on, let’s go fix this mess.”

Baekhyun declines, slouching. “I’ve already fucked it up to the point of no return. She blocked my number, doesn’t respond to texts— I couldn’t even come to your house this past week because I knew she would ignore me. I look like a crazed boyfriend with how much I’m trying here.”

“You are a crazed boyfriend, you literally fucked up your chances with her.”

“Which is why I think I should completely give up.”

Rubbing his face in his hands, Chanyeol frustratedly groans. “Honestly, if you’re going to give up so easily, maybe you don’t deserve her.” Baekhyun swallows, anxiously shaking his leg under the table. “What am I supposed to do? Stand outside her house until she has to come out?”

“Well, for one thing, you got her brother’s permission and acceptance of the two of you being together. Isn’t that something? Wasn’t that one of the reasons that stemmed from the conversation?”

Baekhyun grunts, hands furiously ruffling his hair. “It wasn’t only that. I called her immature, Yeol. I told her that she wasn’t mature enough for me.” His best friend stays silent for a moment, so quiet that you could almost hear him blink. “Do you really believe that?”

“Of course not. She’s the most mature twenty two year old I’ve ever met. She has most of her life together than I do, not including the fact that she has more self-assurance than I ever did at that age. But she doesn’t make me feel bad about it either; she wants me to bask in my childish behavior and be myself—“

“—stop talking and save it for her, will you?”

His palms are incredibly sweaty. Wiping the excess moisture on the fabric of his jeans, he tightens his jaw but follows with a deep inhale and exhale afterwards. “Why are you so nervous? I thought you said you liked her and were comfortable with her?” Chanyeol is shuffling through his pockets and filing through the many keys he has for the front door of your parents’ place before a familiar voice is heard behind the wooden material.

“I think it’s Yeol, Dad! I got it—“ The door swings open and the sight of you clenches Baekhyun’s chest.

You’re so pretty; so fucking goddamn pretty. Hair tied back in a loose bun, oversized grey hoodie and black shorts yet the simplest outfit has Baekhyun almost gasping for air. It makes the acidity in his stomach grumble— or his intestines in a knot; he’s not quite sure. One thing he was certain of was that knowing that he was the cause of your tired and sad eyes made his heart drop.

“Oh, hey Baekhyun.” That stung. He missed hearing you call him your baby. “You guys coming in?”

“I’m coming in. But you? Stay out here and talk to Baekhyun.” A blank expression on your face, you blink profusely. “Is everything okay?”

“Apparently not. Seemed like my friend is rather smitten with you. What’d you do? Drug his drink?”

“With what? You think I have to drug your friends to think I’m somewhat pretty?”

“No, I think you have to drug their drinks to get them to fall in love with you. He’s crazy now; I don’t think I want to be around him anymore. You keep him.” His words don’t have an underlying tone that you can pick out but he ends it off with a soft smile before patting your shoulder and walking into the house.

It’s just you and Baekhyun.

“Why’s he talking like that?” You say, ultimately shattering the glass of silence. “He’s acting like I have all his friends by a leash.”

“You have me by a leash.” It’s a quiet again. A heavy empty space of stillness settled over the two of you, thicker than the awkwardness and tension that had never been there before.

“Why are you—“

“You’re home early.” Baekhyun states the obvious, gathering enough courage to speak up. “Bad date?” Sucking in your cheeks, you’re tempted to tell him that it’s none of his business, yet you play along to his game anyway. “No... he was great. He just had a lot to offer when it came to money and I knew I couldn’t reciprocate nor live that life.” He nods as if this information was helpful, knowing that regardless of the turnout of the date, he would still be having this conversation.

“I told Yeol.” Your eyes widen; this is the most of a reaction he has gotten from you in a while and he admits that he misses it. “You what? Are you crazy? It was supposed to be meticulously planned—”

“He said he was okay with it.” Blinking blankly, you’re still hesitant about what to say next. “That... that doesn’t change where we left off.” Distressingly raking his hair with his fingers, he nods. “I know it doesn’t make up for any of the things I said but I still want another shot. I said it in the moment of panic— I had to pick between you and Chanyeol, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“So... what are you trying to say?”

“That what I said the other day, I didn’t mean it. I guess, calling you little Park like I’ve always done made it easy, knowing that I didn’t have to choose between my best friend and the girl I’ve been head over heels for. It gave me enough time to figure out what I wanted to do and... I just ended up ruining it for myself.”

You’re quiet the entire time, hands twiddling with the fabric of your hoodie. Unsure how to feel and uncertain of what to say, you just swallow any words that want to leave your mouth, not wanting to be too easy and let him back into your arms so easily. “Please, say something, say anything. I’m in love with you and honestly, I never thought I’d be in this position. All those girls I’ve dated—none of them made me feel in comparison to you.” His voice is wavering; you assume it’s from him being nervous.

“Baek, I don’t want to get hurt again.” You say softly, almost in a whisper. “You made me feel so stupid that day. I put you on this pedestal, I thought so highly of you—“

“Don’t do that,” He interrupts, stepping closer to you. “Don’t think so highly of me because I already broke your heart once. I made you wait so long and never realized your feelings for me. You’re the one that I should be putting on a pedestal.” Tears begin to well in your eyes again—Baekhyun’s the reason again, but it’s the opposite from before.

“I picked my nose before opening the door and wiped it on the doorknob before coming out because I knew Chanyeol was going to touch it. Are you sure about that?” He laughs, arms wrapping around your frame before pulling you against his chest. “Exactly what I looked for in a girlfriend. Someone who would torture my best friend.”

“I think I’m ready to move out.”

“Oh wow,” You say, slightly impressed. “You’re like what, 29? You probably should have your own place by now. Instead, you’ve been living at your parents’ house, trying to steal your sister’s last can of coke from the fridge. And you didn’t even bother to replace it!” Baekhyun chuckles at the siblings arguing, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Nobody asked you to drink so much of it. It’s bad for your heath.”

“You’re just saying that because you can’t handle my hits. You want me to be weaker.”

“Rightfully so.” He attacks back, sticking his tongue at you. “Man, ever since Baek started dating you, he won’t even stand by me anymore. I felt like I had more confidence knowing that he might back me up.” His friend shakes his head. “I never did though, I let you guys just fight.” Chanyeol groans. “Whatever. Anyway, I think I should look for a roommate temporarily before completely moving out on my own.”

Baekhyun sits up on the couch. “You could always come live with me, you know.” Your older brother scoffs, shaking his head. “Nah, not after you started dating my sister. I’m only half okay with this, I’m not sure how I’d feel hearing your bedpost banging on the wall.”

“What— why would you even bring that up!”

Chanyeol sighs disappointingly, leaning back. “Man, I miss when Baek used to date other girls. He’d talk about how wild some of them were, how his flings were… he lived the life I wanted to live—ouch! Did you just throw the controller at me?” He winces, rubbing his head. “What was that for?”

“Are you seriously talking about his past sexual encounters in front of me, you asshole?”

“Okay but Baek—“ Baekhyun raises his hands in defeat. “I don’t know if I’m cool with you bringing this up with my current girlfriend, dude.”

“This is a losing battle, isn’t it?”

[voidaus]

'Always Forever'

Summary: you and Corpse are dating and you two have been living together for a while now. You've been really stressed out because of work and he tries to cheer you up a bit being the adorable dork that he is.

Genre: fluff?

Warnings: swearing

Requested? No

Word count: 1051

Lately, you've been very stressed out and your boyfriend has definitely noticed it. Your publisher requires a lot more work of you than normal, which is almost impossible considering how hard you work already. Late evenings have become early mornings a while ago. You'd normally finish writing around 9. Then it became 11, then 12, and now it's often 3 AM when you're finally satisfied with your work. No, when Mark, that work-crazy publisher of yours is satisfied.

Corpse being Corpse, has been even more caring (if that's even possible) and with that, he's also getting more stressed himself. With all of his responsibilities of streaming, filming, and editing for his Youtube, you don't want him to worry about you. You know that it's going to be too much very soon, and he'll break down. Every time Corpse breaks down, your heart does too. It's so painful watching him hurt like that, and every time you wish you could just take all the pain away and protect him forever in your own little bubble.

Because you keep working till 3, every time he finishes working in his own room after 12 AM he'll try to get you to bed but end up defeated every time. That's when he comes to bring you tea, some snacks, and if your lucky a shoulder massage. You're so grateful of him and show it by showering him with cuddles and kisses after you finish all of your work up.

Right now it's 10 and you've been working non-stop since noon. The dinner Corpse brought you at 7 has cooled down entirely and is just sitting on the corner of your messy desk. There are papers everywhere and you're just as much of a mess as your desk. Mark had given you the assignment of 4 chapters turned in by midnight at 11 this morning. That gave you 13 hours to finish 4 chapters. 4 fucking chapters! One chapter is like, 20 pages long! And then the editing of the grammar and correct phrases... That's not humanly possible. You only took 2 bathroom brakes today and now here you are. In your studio, at 10 PM with not even 4 chapters done. You walk into you and Corpse's shared bedroom, grab a pillow, and you just scream as loud as you can. That relieved quite some tension.

Quickly getting back to your studio, you almost bump into the door of your bedroom. "fucking hell!" you scowl as you stumble back a bit. The house is quiet again quickly after you recover from almost falling. Corpses studio is isolated and so is yours, so whenever you come home, it's deadly quiet most of the time.

It's now a little past 12 and you tried to turn your assignment in as soon as possible, being 10 minutes late though. That little mistake cost you a 20-minute lecture over the phone from the angry publisher. You give a deep sigh as you slide down further in your chair putting your face in your hands. A knock on the door shakes you out of your thoughts. The door opened slowly letting the light of the hallway and a black mop of curls inside. "hey baby" Corpse says in a soft but raspy voice. "you okay?' You pout at him as your response. He opens his arms letting you walk into his chest. He puts his hands behind your knees, signaling for you to jump as you do so. "let's get you to bed hmm." you give a small nod and give his neck a soft kiss.

Corpse just laid you under the soft duvet and kissed your forehead before walking off. You laid there, almost falling asleep but not yet without his presence. He comes back a few minutes later, carrying some tea, chocolate, and a hot water bottle. "You know I'm on my period?" You ask, adoration in your voice. The warmth of your boyfriend spreads under the duvet as he joins you and pecks your nose, "Of course baby. We've been dating for almost a year now. I know everything about you." He says dragging out the first e.

Tomorrow is Saturday, so you know this is going to be the most sleep you've had in a while. "Whatcha thinking about?" Your boyfriend asks with his head nuzzled in your neck, making him barely audible. "nothing much. Just how much I love you." okay, okay, your reply was cheeky, but c'mon! You love the bean. "Always and forever?". "Yes Corpse. Just you and me, Always Forever." He pushes his head even further in the crook of your neck tickling you with his hair. You let out a giggle and push your shoulder up a bit. "Okay, Corpse, can you even breathe in there?!" A muffled "nope" comes out. You giggle again and attempt to push him away to which he dramatically fake cries, "nooooooo!!" "Corpsie, sorry love, but your lungs kinda need oxygen!" He would rather choke than stop cuddling you, no doubt in that. "Alright Corpsie, I have a present if you look up." You smirk to yourself knowing how much he loves presents. The mop of curls quickly sprung away from your neck, and he looked at you with those irresistibly big puppy eyes. "A present?" Man's 23 and he manages to speak with the biggest UwU voice ever to be heard. "here you go you big teddy bear". You start giving him small kisses all over his face and in no time his face is as red as can be. Ending the surprise attack, you give him a soft but passionate kiss on his lips. Corpse tasted chocolate, which isn't surprising considering you both just ate some. you pull away and laugh at his flushed face. A small push being sent your way. "shut up!"

Both of you lay cuddled up against each other for a while. You fall asleep soon after the little smooch session, whereas Corpse lays awake a little longer. Of course, he hates his sleep disorders, but at this moment he's glad that he's still awake, 'cause he gets to admire your beauty while you're peacefully lying in his arms. Not long after, Corpse himself falls asleep too, not quite aware that he'd wake up the next morning with 7 hours of sleep in his system.

Hey guys, This is my first fic! if you have any comments or help, please leave them, I'd love to get feedback! Also, The title is supposed to be in cursive, but Tumblr on my phone is being weird so I uploaded it like this on PC.

If you liked this, my taglist is open! so are my requests :)

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The perfect life

This is the third story I wrote today but this time I decided why not go back to my roots and put all the Nalu week prompts together and make one big one-shot so here it is. Disclaimer I didn’t proofread this so I hope it makes sense 😭 sorry for the gaps I am uploading from my phone 🥲

Lucy looked back on the past few years of her life and laughed. She couldn’t believe how much her life had changed over these years.

Little did she know that when she met an obnoxious pink haired boy with an equally obnoxious blue cat that fateful day in that port town of Hargeon that they would change her life.

She remembered how they both found each other annoying but he agreed to help her get into fairy tail so she put how much he annoyed her and left the town with him.

She couldn’t stand being around him and even after she joined his team she found him rude and annoying.

Somehow at some point though they both started getting over themselves and actually developed a relationship that Lucy had never expected they would have. Somehow Natsu went from being the last person she wanted to be around to being one of her best friends. Somehow the blonde found herself trusting her life with Natsu. Somehow she found herself actually enjoying his presence.

And one day during a job she realized she had fallen for him. She didn’t know why but she did. She didn’t want to so she suppressed those feelings she had for her teammate for years, scared of the rejection.

She tried going on dates with other guys, hoping that maybe she could get past her stupid crush, but everytime she was only wishing it was Natsu with her instead of the unforgettable guys who she couldn’t remember the names of now

Everytime she was away from that stupid grin of his she missed it, and she hated that.

She ended up convincing herself that Natsu wasn’t into these types of things so she never chased after him. She never planned on telling him how she felt.

Until one day, she remembered it was winter and the two of them were walking alone, she looks back and wonders where was Happy that night? She doesn’t know, she’s isn’t even sure if she knew that night.

She held onto his hand that no matter what it was always warm when he said the words “you know I love you right!”

“Yeah dummy,” she punched his shoulder playfully before leaning her head against it “I love you too”

“No, I mean… I mean I love you, Lucy” he said in a serious tone which stopped Lucy dead in her tracks. She didn’t believe what she was hearing

“You love me? In what way?” She asked, stunned at his words that were oh to good to be true

“I love ya Lucy, I have for years and I figured if you felt the same you would have said something by now since you are better with emotions then me but honestly I can’t keep it bottled up anymore. I love you” Lucy stood still, scared that if she moved that this would all just be a dream.

So her lips moved for her

“I love you too,” she said softly. Natsu’s body then reacted by leaning down slightly and kissing her lip tenderly. And she enjoyed it.

After their kiss outside the park that cold evening she let him take her out on some dates. They weren’t your average dates and definitely not the dates Lucy had dreamed of but what did she expect when she fell in love with Natsu Dragneel.

He thought that taking jobs alone together counted as a date so sometimes he did what he does best and drag her off on a surprise job. Other times they would actually go to restaurants but Lucy usually was the one who had to pay as he would admit he had spent all his money, Lucy would just roll her eyes and laugh at him. Other times they would just hang out in her apartment and just talk for hours, losing track of time, those were their favorites.

One day however he took her out to just walk. It was a winter night much like the one they had confessed to each other one the year prior. Lucy held onto Natsu’s hand similarly as she did the last time however this time Natsu was the first one to let go, an unwelcome cold engulfed her hand.

“Natsu?” Lucy pouted as he walked a few feet in front of her “is something wrong, love?”

“No” he turned to her with his signature grin present on his face, he then started walking back to her till he was able to grab both of her hands. She smiled at the warmth “have I ever told you how much I love you?” He asked

“Every day” she giggled, he smiled at her laugh

“How about how beautiful you are?” He asked and she smiled and nodded “A bunch actually”

“Good” he smiled down at her before letting go of one of her hands and putting the free hand in his pocket and then pulling out a small box. Lucy looked at him confused, still holding onto his warm hand.

Natsu then got down on one knee and opened up the small box with only one hand. Lucy gasped as she saw the small diamond ring in the box. Natsu looked at her for a second before his face turned completely red and he closed his eyes. The only words he managed to get out at that moment was “marry me”. Lucy smiled at her embarrassed boyfriend before leaning down to grab his face and sweetly kiss him.

As she pulled away she simply said “yes” and that is all either of them needed.

She smiled at herself in the vanity mirror as she gently rocked the baby in her arms to sleep.

“Aunt Lucy!” Both Shutora and Yajeh cried happily as they ran towards Lucy

“You ready?” the happy voice of Levy filled the room as her twins gently hugged Lucy, cautious about the baby in her arms

“I’m nervous” Lucy laughed as she leaned back against the chair

“Aw Lu, there is no need to be nervous” Levy smiled, sitting down in a chair next to her “everything is going to be fine, and then after this you two can make some more cute babies” Levy smiled as she tickled Nasha’s belly. Lucy softly slapped her best friend

“Levy just because that’s what you did doesn’t I should” Lucy rolled her eyes as Levy laughed

“Aw come on it’s not such a bad idea” she grinned, resting a hand on her almost 9 month belly.

“I’ll think about it” Lucy said to get Levy to hush “now can you help get her into her dress?”

The wedding wasn’t very traditional but neither was their relationship. Most people got married in the cathedral while they got married under the tree that he once uprooted and sailed down the canal, something Lucy is still unsure of how he did it. Shutora and Yajeh were the flower girl and ring bearer, Levy was the maid of honor, and Erza, Wendy, and Mira were all bridesmaids. Natsu didn’t necessarily have groomsmen but Levy, Erza, and Juvia all threatened Gajeel, Jellal, and Gray to play the part. Gajeel and Gray booed Natsu when he spoke, which got them momentarily thrown out of the wedding and made Lucy and Natsu laugh. Lucy couldn’t say that it was her fairytale dream wedding but she did know that I sure was a Fairy Tail wedding so what could she expect.

All Lucy’s life she had dreamed of the perfect dream relationship and if little her could see her she would probably be a little upset about how it played out but Lucy isn’t and is glad that finally after all these years she can finally be surrounded by her chosen family, even if they aren’t perfect.

[babypandawrites]

Allies, Pt. 9

The Northern Air Temple 

Pairing: Sokka x F Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 3,813 Summary: You thought that the chance of there being Airbenders other than Aang was too good to be true, sadly you were right. 

Note: How I completely forgot about this until now I'm not sure but! Another piece of this series I’ve done for the fun of it is outfit designs- If that kind of things in fics isn’t your cup of tea then feel free to act like these don't exist! But for those who are interested or who might just wanna see; here you go.  This is just what I personally envisioned while writing, again feel free to ignore it if you want, but I figured I might as well share :)  I was also going to wait until tomorrow to post this bc Wednesdays is my upload day for it on Ao3 but I’m also a chapter ahead there and wanted to get my tumblr uploads caught up- so back to back post today and tomorrow :) Yay 

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“So, travelers, the next time you think you hear a strange large bird talking, take a closer look, it might not be a giant parrot, but a flying man! A member of a secret group of air walkers who laugh at gravity and laugh at those bound to the earth by it!”  Aang smiled. “Aren’t airbender stories the best?” “Was it realistic? Was that how it was back then?” Katara questioned.  “I laugh at gravity all the time. Haha! Gravity.”  A pair of hands holding a hat suddenly appeared in the space inbetween Sokka and Y/n. The storyteller shook the hat, the jingling of coins being heard.  “Jingle, jingle.”  The two searched their pockets for any money. Y/n didn’t have anything, and the only thing Sokka pulled from his coat pocket was a small ball of lint and a bug.  Y/n offered the storyteller a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”  “Aww. Cheapskates!” The man left them, going to ask other audience members for donations.  She turned to look at Sokka, a disgusted expression apparent on her face at the bug that wiggled around in his hand. “Why… was there a bug in your coat?”  “Hey! Don’t question a man and his bug.” The bug rolled over, and started to crawl up his hand. Sokka yelped and shook it off.  Her expression twisted into amusement. “A man and his bug, huh?”  “It’s not my fault we can’t afford to keep him fed.” 

The next morning, the group found themselves on the way to the Northern Air Temple. Apparently, the airbenders in the story they heard were seen the previous week. It seemed a little too good to be true, that there might be airbenders other than Aang still out there, but Y/n wasn’t going to be the one to crush the kids' hope.  That was Sokka’s job, not hers.  “Hey, we’re almost at the Northern Air Temple! This is where they had the championships for sky bison polo.”  Y/n looked at Aang with a smile. “Sky bison polo? That sounds fun.”  “It is fun! So much fun!”  Katara moved to sit next to her brother. “Do you think we’ll really find airbenders?”  “You want me to be like you, or totally honest?” Sokka asked, focusing on whittling a piece of wood.  “Are you saying I’m a liar?” Katara crossed her arms over her chest.  “I’m saying you’re an optimist. Same thing basically.”  “They’re not the same thing at all.” Y/n commented. The boy just shrugged his shoulders.  “Hey guys, look at this!”  Appa was starting to approach the Northern Air Temple. It sat up on a sheer peak, several people flew around it, and smoke rose from a few pillars.   “Huh! They really are airbenders!” Aang leaned, crossing his arms unhappily. “No, they’re not.”  Sokka pointed up at the people flying around. “What do you mean they’re not? Those guys are flying!”  “Gliding maybe, but not flying. You can tell by the way they move. They’re not airbending. Those people have no spirit.”  Y/n tipped her head to the side, watching the gliders. “I mean, they look like they're flying to me, but you would know best.”  As she finished speaking, a glider passed over the group's heads, nearly taking them off. The glider’s pilot laughed, turning to pass by Appa again. Getting a closer look at the kid, it could be noted that his glider was built out of the wheelchair he sat in.  Katara pointed in the glider’s direction. “I don’t know, Aang. That kid seems pretty spirited!”  The glider made another pass, and soon Aang was standing up glider in hand, before taking off. Another glider flew in front of Appa, startling him and causing Katara and Y/n to fall backwards into Sokka. The three grunted at the impact.  “We better find some solid ground before it finds us!”  Appa made a landing on one of the temple’s outer terraces, the trio getting off him and watching as Aang and the boy in the wheelchair glided through the sky. Aang eventually came down and landed next to them, the other boy also coming to a landing. A few kids came other and detached the glider from his wheelchair, before he wheeled over to the group.  “Hey! You’re a real airbender! You must be the Avatar! That’s amazing! I- I- I’ve heard stories about you.”  Aang rubbed at the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Thanks.”  “Wow! This glider chair is incredible!” Sokka rushed over to the kids who had the glider setup, inspecting it.  “If you think this is good, wait until you see the other stuff my Dad designed.”  He began to wheel away, the group following. They were led through the huge main gate of the temple, into the main chamber. The room was dominated by steam-powered machinery with many wheels, gears and pipes.  “Wow!” Sokka ran forward, looking around the room excitedly.  “Yeah, my dad is the mastermind behind this whole place! Everything’s powered by hot air. It even pumps hot air currents outside to give us a lift when we’re gliding.”  Aang took a look around. “This place is unbelievable.”  The boy in the wheelchair smiled. “Yeah, it’s great isn’t it?”  “No, just unbelievable.”  Y/n tried to hold back a laugh, clearing her throat to force down her laughter.  “Aang used to come here a long time ago. I think he’s a little shocked it’s so… different.” Katara said, before following after Aang when he walked off.  “So better!”  Rolling her eyes, Y/n elbowed Sokka in the shoulder. He gave her a look.  “Come on, you don’t think this is cool at all?”  “Not really.” 

Soon they followed the boy, Teo, to another part of the temple. This time it was a courtyard of sorts, it was untouched, and there were statues of airbenders.  Aang was much happier about this, than he had been about the other room. “It’s nice to see even one part of the temple that isn’t ruined.” He spoke, as him, Y/n and Katara looked at a huge statue of an airbender monk.  “Look out!” A voice shouted out, shortly before a wrecking ball crashed through the statue. The three flew backwards with the debris, and everyone started to cough from the dust. As the dust settled, several people could be seen through the hole that’d been created. One of the people walked forward, a middle aged man with a mostly bald head who wore a monocle, a green tunic and an apron.  “What the doodle! Don’t you know enough to stay away from construction sites? We have to make room for the bathhouse!”  “Do you know what you just did? You just destroyed something sacred! For a stupid bathhouse!” Aang, clearly upset with the man, took on an airbending stance.  The man waved a hand in front of his nose. “Well, people around here are starting to stink.”  Aang pointed at him. “This whole place stinks!” He slammed his staff against the ground, sending a strong gust of wind through the hole in the wall, knocking the wrecking ball and it’s rig off the building's foundation. “This is a sacred temple! You can’t treat it this way. I’ve seen it when the monks were here. I know what it’s supposed to be like.”  “The monks? But you’re twelve!”  Teo wheeled over. “Dad, he’s the Avatar. He used to come here a hundred years ago.”  Aang walked closer to the man. “What are you doing? Who said you could be here?”  “Hmmm… doing here… A long time ago, but not a hundred years, my people became refugees after a terrible flood.” He gestured his arms for effect, before moving to stand behind his son. “My infant son, Teo, was badly hurt and lost his mother.” Sniffling, he held back tears. “I needed somewhere to rebuild and I stumbled across this place. Couldn’t believe it! Everywhere pictures of flying people. But empty! Nobody home! Then I came across these fan like contraptions!”  He held his arms out as if they were wings, making flying motions with them as he walked about the courtyard for a short moment. He stopped in front of Aang, who was clearly still upset.  “Our gliders.”  “Yes, little light flying machines. They gave me an idea. Build a new life for my son, in the air! Then everyone would be on equal ground, so to speak! We’re just in the process of improving upon what’s already here and after all, isn’t that what nature does?” Aang was still upset, while Sokka and Katara stood behind him, teary eyed from the story. Y/n rolled her eyes at the siblings, before moving to stand next to Aang, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Sure, the story was sad, but to her the boy’s feelings were more important.  The Mechanist turned to look through the hole in the wall he’d created. “I suppose that’s true. Unfortunately, progress has a way of getting away from us.” He looked down in a bout of sadness, before his head snapped up to look at an odd candle device..? A bit aways from them. “Look at the time!” Three candles burned brightly on a stone pedestal, each separated into their own sections. Next to the pedestal, a large mallet rests, sitting head down. The Mechanist turned to one of the scribes behind him. “Come the pulley system must be oiled before dark.”  Sokka approached the candles, observing them. “Wait, how can you tell the time from that thing? The notches all look the same.”  “The candle will tell us. Watch.”  The candle’s flame snapped four times in a row.  “You put spark powder in the candle!” “Four flashes, so it’s exactly four hours past midday, or, as I call it, four o’candle!”  Sokka let out a laugh, as The Mechanist looked at him, seemingly pleased he was interested. “If you like that, wait till you see my finger safe knife sharpener!” Y/n’s attention moved to the man at the mention of that, watching as he held up his left hand, where three of his fingers were made of wood. He detached them from his hand, before tossing them to Sokka. “Only took me three tries to get it right!” Sokka let out a scream, as he caught the wooden fingers. “Follow me!”  The Mechanist turned to leave, the men who were with him and Sokka quickly followed. As the boy passed by Y/n, he grabbed onto her wrist and dragged her along with him. She offered a quick goodbye wave to Aang, Katara and Teo as she was dragged away. 

Quiet steps echoed through the narrow hallway, as Y/n, Sokka and The Mechanist descending a narrow staircase. Each of them held a lantern, glowing with sparse blue light.  “These lanterns are terrible! I can’t see.”  Y/n ran into Sokka’s back, as he abruptly stopped to open the jar to his lantern. She flicked the back of his head, as he continued to speak. “Why would you want to use fireflies for light- Hey!”  She snickered, watching the firefly that escaped from his lantern.  The Mechanist turned to look at them. “Hey, close that up! They’ll get loose. Fireflies are a non-flammable light source.”  “Are you meaning to say that something down here is flammable?” Y/n asked, as they all continued walking.  “Well, why else would I need a non-flammable light source?” The Mechanist offered a chuckle, as they approached a door. The edges of it were blocked by some sort of sealant, which he felt around, probably to check for leaks.  After checking he turned back to them. “Cover your nose and hold your breath.”  Once they’d done so, The Mechanist slid open a panel in the door, which they all looked through. It just showed a dark and empty room. “Okay, so you brought us all the way down here to see an empty room.” Sokka spoke with a somewhat confused tone.  “Wrong.”  Eyebrows furrowing together, Y/n watched as the panel was slid shut again. “You brought us all the way down here to see a room full of flammable explosive gas?”  “Correct! It’s filled to the brim with natural gas. Came across it my first time here. Unfortunately, I was carrying a torch at the time. Nearly blew myself and the whole place even more sky high. Thought my eyebrows would never grow back! Anyway, there’s a vital problem that needs solving. From time to time we have gas leaks and they’re nearly impossible to find.”  Y/n took a few steps back, as Sokka helped check the door for leaks. “So this place is an explosion waiting to happen?”  “Yes, until I figure out how to locate something I can’t see, hear, smell or touch.”  “Right, is it safe for us to be around this gas? Should we be wearing masks or something, in case we come across a leak so we don’t, you know, inhale it?”  “Oh don’t worry, we should be fine.” The Mechanist paused for a moment, straightening up after finishing checking for leaks. “Well, as long as you aren’t a firebender or something- hah!” He let out a laugh, which Sokka quickly shared.  Sokka nudged her in the arm, as they started walking back. “Oh come on, that was funny. You know that was funny.”  “Yeah, hilarious.”  He threw an arm over her shoulders. “Come on, loosen up. We’re gonna be fine, even if we do come across a leak.”  She put her hands up in defense. “Okay, okay.” 

The Mechanist led the pair to his workshop, and very clearly told them not to touch anything, before going to look over some papers on his desk. Sokka, of course, did not listen to that and started poking through things the moment the man's attention wasn’t on them.  “Sokka, he said not to touch anything.” Y/n whispered, smacking his hand away from something he was about to mess with.  He gently pushed her away a bit, before going right back to poking around. “Calm down, it’s fine. It’s not like I’m going to break an-” Sokka cut himself off, as he knocked some stuff over. Grimacing, he tried to keep it from falling to the ground.  “I said don’t touch anything!”  When The Mechanist spoke up, Sokka dropped the things to the ground. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest. “Not gonna break anything, huh?”  The Mechanist came over, to help Sokka pick the things up. “Oh, don’t worry, that experiment is old and that egg was just part of last week’s lunch.”  Y/n kneeled down to help them too, as Sokka sniffed the air. “Ugh! Week old egg smell!”   “Quick! Find that egg!”  The three started to crawl around, looking for the egg, but none of them were having much luck.  “How could something that’s so small you can’t even see it make such a big stink!?” Sokka complained as they looked. The Mechanist perked up at the comment. “That’s the solution to our problem!”  “Yeah!” Y/n looked at the two, confused, as they faced each other with excitement. “What?”  “If we put a whole mess of rotten eggs in the cellar where the gas seeps up..” Sokka started the thought, which The Mechanist continued.  “The gas will mix with the smell of rotten eggs…”  “Then, if there’s a leak…”  “You smell rotten eggs! Then you just follow your nose to the place where the smell is coming from..”  “And plug up the hole where the gas is escaping!”  “You’re a genius!” The two spoke in unison.  Still, Y/n looked between the two with a confused expression. “ What? ”  Suddenly, a large bell started to ring, and The Mechanist was quick to get up and rush from the room. “Something’s wrong I’ve got to go.”  “Wonder what that’s about.” Sokka said, getting up himself. He helped Y/n up, grinning. “We should follow him.”  “Always a snoop, huh?” Laughing softly, she shook her head. “Alright.”  Grasping onto her wrist, he dragged her out of the room to follow after The Mechanist. They’d followed him to another room, one that was filled to the brim with different war machines branded with the Fire Nation’s insignia. 

“You make weapons for the Fire Nation!?” Sokka was clearly angry with his words, rightfully so. Y/n was pretty mad about this development as well. She pointed a finger at The Mechanist.  “You! You're terrible. Horrible terrible!”  The Mechanist looked at the ground in humiliation and shame.  Teo looked at his father angrily. “Explain all this! Now!”  “It was about a year after we moved here. Fire Nation soldiers found our settlement. You were too young to remember this tale. They were going to destroy everything, burn it to the ground. I pleaded with them, begged them to spare us. They asked what I had to offer. I offered… my services. You must understand, I did this for you!” Teo turned his wheelchair away, clearly upset. The Mechanist turned on his heel, and walked back down the hall, leaving the five kids in the room.   Teo shook his head. “I can’t believe this…. This is terrible.”  “I know..” Aang looked at the weapons with disdain. “There’s so much here.”  Y/n crossed her arms over her chest. “The Fire Nation could be coming for this soon…”  Aang breathed out a sigh. “Your right… I’m going to go figure it out.”  “I’ll come with.” Teo said, as Aang started to leave the room, before following the boy.  With Aang and Teo’s return, they found out that the Fire Nation was coming soon. And they were intending to burn this place to the ground. They were all outside on one of the walkways, trying to figure out a plan.  “This is bad! Very bad!”  Katara looked over to Aang. “Aang, what are we gonna do? How can we possibly keep them all away?”  “I’ll tell you how.” He pointed to the sky. “We have something they don’t. Air power! We control the sky. That’s something the Fire Nation can’t do. We can win!”  “I want to help.” The Mechanist approached the group, as he spoke up.  Aang offered the man a smile. “Good, we’ll need it.” 

“We finally got the war balloon working, thanks to Sokka. This boy’s a genius!”  “Thank you. You’re a genius!” “Thank you!” Y/n rolled her eyes at the exchange. “Can we get on with this?”  Sokka cleared his throat. “Right. See, the problem with the old war balloon was you could get it airborne, but once you did, it just kept going.” He demonstrated with a model that flew up and hit the ceiling. “You could put a hole in the top, but then all the hot air would escape. So the question became, how do you keep a lid on hot air?”  “Ugh, if only we knew.” Katara commented. Y/n, Aang, Teo and Katara herself all laughed at the remark.  Ignoring them, Sokka pulled the model down from the ceiling, now showing off the mechanism to open and close a lid on the top. “A lid is actually the answer. If you control the hot air, you control the war balloon.” He demonstrated again, but this time the model didn’t fly up to the ceiling, thanks to the lid that could be pulled open with a string.  Katara crossed her arms. “Hmm. That’s actually pretty smart.”  “Okay, we’ve got four kinds of bombs. Smoke, smile, fire and-”  The Mechanist cut Sokka off. “Stink. Never underestimate the power of stink!” 

“We’re going to have to modify this to the new design, and fast.” The Mechanist said, as him, Sokka and Y/n worked on bringing the War Balloon he’d already constructed outside. “With both of you helping we should be able to get it up and running pretty quickly though!”  “Yeah! And I’m pretty sure Aang and Katara will be able to hold off the Fire Nation with everyone’s help.”  Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “They’ll be able to hold them off, but we can’t count on them too for too long, even if we have the skies. The Fire Nation’s army is huge, who knows how many soldiers will show up.”  They got the balloon set up to do the necessary modifications. “Oh she’s right, time is not something we have on our side right now.”  Sokka nodded in understanding. “Right. It’s only one modification though, so it can’t take terribly long, right?”  “Let’s hope not.”  Getting to work on the War Balloon, they probably could have gotten things done a little faster. But nonetheless, they got it done, and just in time too apparently. While Sokka and The Mechanist got ready to take off in the war balloon, Y/n went to find the others to see how they were holding up.  “How are things going out here?” She asked, once she found Katara, Aang and Teo. The three looked at her with slight concern.  “Not well.” Katara started. “Please tell us Sokka is coming with that war balloon soon.”  Before she could give an answer, the war balloon rose up from behind them all, and started moving towards the battle field. From where they all stood, they could see Sokka and The Mechanist dropping giant slime bombs onto the Fire Nation soldiers. The bombs that they had didn’t stop the soldiers, however, and they were starting to advance closer to the Temple.  Katara put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder, to get her attention. “What are they doing..?”  She squinted in the direction of the war balloon, trying to see what was going on. “I’m not sur-” She cut herself off, watching as something fell from the basket of the war balloon. Was that the balloons fuel source? “Did they just push out their fuel source..?!” “What?!”  A sudden explosion set off, a really really big one. The entire Temple got clouded in a ginormous wall of grey smoke. When the smoke dissipated, it was revealed that the Fire Nation was retreating.  Aang pointed to where the army was leaving. “Look! They’re retreating!” Everyone started to cheer at the success, but the joy was cut short, as the war balloon started heading downwards quickly. Thankfully though, Aang was able to get Sokka and The Mechanist before the balloon crashed below.  Currently, they all stood outside on the main terrace of the Air Temple.  “You know what? I’m really glad you guys all live here now. It’s like the hermit crab.” Aang spoke, as he carefully picked up one of the hermit crabs near them all. “Maybe you weren’t born here, but you found this empty shell and made it your home. And now you protect each other.”  Teo offered a smile to the boy. “That means a lot coming from you.”  “Aang you were right about air power.” Sokka pointed to the sky. “As long as we’ve got the skies we’ll have the Fire Nation on the run!”

[sixtyeightdays]

you reap what you sow

prompt from @mialuvscats : i hope this meets your expectations ! im sorry this took so long, i tried uploading it from my phone but it glitched and i could only get my hands on the computer today 

i’d like to say that i think if sabine and mari are there, damian and talia willl be relatively looser and not as uptight . mari and sabine are cold but loving and sunshiney. they keep talia and damian in check, essentially. which is why i wrote them in to be loose and free but able to be openly happy when they want to be, even if they are only happy around each other.

with sabine here i also thinkt hat talia will be slightly easier on damian, which also ties to the fact that he will not be as cold and uptight.

talia will be a good mother in this fic bc i want her to be and itll be ooc but its okay its my fic anyway

and the timeline is kinda messed up and all over the place sorry

that aside, have fun reading and i hope you enjoy!

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talia and sabine are best friends, and before most of the class joins francois, marinette ruled the school after coming to paris with sabine. mari and damian are betrothed and the two are best friends. they can be icy one minute and sunshiney the next, although the sunshiney part is more mari than damian.

maybe the waynes come to paris, bc if theyre in gotham the others wont really know if the queen is back, and theyre kinda unsure why marinette is being timid and very unlike her ice queen demeanor she sometimes uses. mari is closest to jason in terms of batfam because firstly maybe she cleanses jason of the lazarus pit after helping damian using tikki's creation magic to counteract plagg's destruction one. since the waynes are here theres no point in mari hiding her queen status anymore and queue lila reveal

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Talia al Ghul and Sabine Cheng were an unlikely combination, but worked perfectly well.

The two women were extremely close. Sabine was almost as deadly as Talia, but she made up for it with her devious mindset. She was the one who steered Talia away from doing anything wrong --well more wrong than usual-- and the one who was assigned to dish out punishments to usurpers.

The two could read each other like open books, and hence, when both Talia and Sabine became pregnant, Talia one month before Sabine, the two knew immediately.

They had debated whether or not to have their kids be betrothed, and eventually decided to let their children make the final call when their kids were old enough to understand.

Nine months later, Marinette and Damian were born. In the League infirmary, an hour after the two were cleaned and left there to rest while their mothers did the same, the two had already grown rather close.

Their baby cribs were next to each other, and somehow they were staring at each other through the walls of the crib, and were making small grabby hands to the other.

When Talia and Sabine were sufficiently rested and came to pick up their children, they were slightly shocked, yet gratified by their children. Sabine smiled and draped an arm around Talia’s shoulder, smiling lazily.

“I guess they’ll be as close as their mothers, non?” 

Talia smirked, and the two walked forwards, lifting their respective children in their arms and walking to their quarters.

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The two mothers did not regret it. Their kids were enamoured with each other, practically joined at the hip.

By the time Marinette and Damian were 5, they had a very extensive vocabulary, since they had learned to speak Arabic, French and English. They were also extremely smart and skilled with weapons. 

Marinette was extremely adept at using a yoyo. It seemed weird, I know. But when the League was stormed when she was 3, she had taken out 4 men with her yoyo alone. Since then, she had been teaching herself how to use the yoyo effectively.

Damian preferred to use a katana. He looked much scarier than Marinette, even if the two were the same age. He had found a natural talent in using blades, knives, katanas and daggers included.

Marinette was the Rain to Damian’s Fire. 

She was the only one who could calm Damian down when he was mad, mad.

But make no mistake, Marinette could switch personalities in a heartbeat. She was one of the League’s most skilled interrogators at the age of 5.

After all, who would suspect a pigtailed 5 year old in pink to be scary?

Damian much preferred his stoic and icy attitude. The only people he ever let loose around was Marinette, Sabine, and Talia.

Talia and Sabine loved the children to an almost deadly extent, and the four were extremely overprotective of each other.

Marinette had taken to magic as well. She had been trained by many people in the League about sensing magic. Damian did not have the patience for magic and rituals. 

Marinette knew Damian was more of a ‘attack first ask questions later’ type of fighter, a stark contrast to Marinette’s ‘i will curse you and you will suffer in agonising pain for the rest of your life’ preferred type of fighting.

She’d never really liked getting her hands dirty, hence the magic. Killing people with magic was so much cleaner.

Sabine and Marinette had to leave for Paris when she was 9. For what, she wasn’t sure, but regardless of the distance, she and Damian constantly traded calls and letters. They would never go even a day without contact.

They were staying with one of Sabine’s old friends. His name was Tom Dupain, and he was an old wrestler and had worked with the League before. He and Sabine pretended to be married and Marinette’s name had hence became Marinette Dupain Cheng.

Damian and Talia stayed at the League, although all of them knew that Damian was to meet his birth father when he turned 10.

Marinette adapted her icy demeanor in Paris, never wanting anyone to get as close as she was with Damian. 

A few hours in, walking around Paris, she had met an elderly man in a red Hawaiian shirt, emitting the aura of magic. She had confronted him, and eventually, he opened up to her about the Miraculous. Tikki, the Ladybug kwami, and Plagg, the Black Cat kwami had taken a liking to her.

Marinette was apparently something called a True User, a reincarnation of the first Ladybug miraculous wielder. Plagg just rather liked the aura of death and chaos she apparently gave off, from the League.

She and the other Kwamis also had a rather amicable relationship, and she’d go to the ends of the Earth for the tiny gods, and vice versa.

The elderly man, named Fu, had also started to train her into becoming the new Guardian of the Miraculous.

Before, Marinette had been planning on laying low and not drawing atention to herself, but once she had beaten up two upperclassmen for bullying her classmate and somewhat accquaintance Nino, she had been fiercely regarded by both the students and faculty. 

As a result, she eventually grew close to Nino, and his friends, Kim, Alix and Chloe. She only ever let down her icy demeanour around them, showing the bright and bubbly girl persona she kept hidden. She wasn’t as close to them as she was to Damian, but they were all still quite close friends. 

It wasn’t long after that Marinette became the queen of her school, at the tender age of 10, earning her title as the Ladybug. Or, as Chloe liked to put it, the Lady, because she was lucky enough to ‘get a friend like her’.

Marinette didn’t protest. She rather liked Ladybugs, and besides, it was ironic and it reminded her a little of Damian, who sometimes liked to call her his Maribug. Because she was sometimes a pest, he deadpanned. Marinette had whacked him with a pillow. 

Everyone in the school feared the Ladybug. No one knew anything of her past. She was a mystery, an enigma that no one could solve. When new students came in after Marinette turned 14, everyone was slightly shocked to see their Lady change.

She was much more bubbly and approachable. Word had spread around that Marinette, the Lady, was trying a clean slate for the new kids. After all, not everyone should fear her.

Probably.

School eventually returned to what it was like before Marinette became the Lady, although she did still rule the school, she did it much more subtly, with more restraint and secrecy.

One of the new kids, Alya, had taken a liking to her. Marinette did not like her  very much, she was loud and clingy and drew a lot of unwanted attention. 

Marinette and her old crew, who had playfully called themselves her Consorts before the name stuck, had split up temporarily, to cover more ground and spread their branches.

Chloe was to pretend to be Marinette’s bully, Kim and Alix rivals, and Nino a shy recluse. They had had a good laugh about it beforehand, before watching Moana, because Kim wanted to compare the size of his muscles to Maui’s.

None of them had accounted for Adrien Agreste, who had tried to get the gum off Marinette’s seat like the naive, sheltered boy he was. Marinette had admittedly gotten mad at him for screwing up a perfectly good plan, before ramping up her ice persona to like, a 2/10, to get the newbies off her scent and scare Adrien away.

It hadn’t worked, because the boy was apparently as stubborn as he was naive. But besides that, Alya had been really grating on Marinette’s nerves, especially since she was convinced that Marinette had a crush on the model. It was not true, of course. 

Honestly, Marinette thought dryly, as Alya dragged her all over the place to.. somewhere, she wasn’t even sure anymore. But frankly, she didn’t particularly care. Honestly, the only boy she’d probably ever have a crush on would be Damian.

Not that she’d ever admit it.

-

When Marinette and Damian turned 10, she and Sabine had taken a plane to Gotham to meet up with Damian.

Damian had not been having a good time. He was very much unwanted here, that was clear. 

Grayson seemed to be the only one trying to interact with him. His father, had been trying his best to stay out of Damian’s way, which he reciprocated. Todd was flat out ignoring him and Drake just seemed to be busy all the time.

After all, who would want to interact with a grumpy 10 year old assassin?

He missed Marinette.

It was the day Todd finally tried to open up to Damian, that Marinette had arrived. No one had told him that she was finally meeting him again for the first time in a year. Sabine had left Marinette to figure out where Damian was on her own. She was more than capable of it.

With a quick scrying spell, she found him, and Kaalki opened a portal headed in the direction of Wayne Manor.

Meanwhile, Damian just appreciated the fact that Todd was finally extending an olive branch. He was lonely.

It hurt seeing his father care for everyone in the manor apart from him.

He had been walking along the gardens in the manor. Todd had joined him.

“Listen, I know it’s hard to feel accepted here. Sometimes, I do.” Jason gazed wistfully at the sky above him.

Damian was unsure of where the ex-Robin was getting at, so he just kept quiet. It wasn’t as if Damian didn’t know who Jason Todd was. Before he had come to the manor with Talia, he had read the Waynes’ files. In addition, Damian had known of Jason while he was affiliated with the League. They had never talked, or interacted, but he had known of the elder boy. 

“I just, uh, wanted you to know that if you ever need anything, you can come to me.” He finished lamely, running a hand in his hair.

Damian opened his mouth, then closed it, hesitating. “Thank you, Ja--Todd. I will.” He settled on saying dryly.

Jason visibly relaxed and cracked a miniscule smile. There was a sudden ‘swoosh’ sound, and both Jason and Damian turned around, bodies automatically going on the defensive.

Stumbling out of Alfred’s rose bushes, trodding on a few accidentally, was Marinette.

“Angel!” Damian exclaimed, moving forwards to help her forwards.

She brushed her shoulders off, looking around before freezing, staring at something behind him.

“Jay?”

“Pixie?” He asked, sounding incredulous.

Marinette rushed forward and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Jason laughed and hugged her back, chuckling.

Damian quashed down the bubbling feeling of rage in the pit of his stomach and settled for casting a frosty glance in their direction. Not that they noticed, since they were too busy embracing each other, Damian thought scornfully.

The two pulled apart after too long in Damian’s opinion, laughing.

“Angel? How do you know Todd?” Damian asked coldly, ever so protective.

If Jason noticed the sudden reversion to his surname instead of his first, he didn’t say anything.

“Oh, he came to Paris with Lia once and I cleansed him of the Lazarus pit madness, like I did with you.” She replied.

“What are you doing here?” Jason asked. Damian had forgotten about that.

“Visiting, of course!” She winked. “Now, let’s give your old man a good scare.” She pecked Damian on the cheek before vanishing. (Thanks, Trixx.)

Jason and Damian looked to each other. “Did you know she could do that?” Jason questioned. Damian shook his head before pausing.

“Wait.. how did she get into the manor?” 

The only response was the faint echo of a laugh.

-

It was time for dinner anyway, and only Damian, Jason, and Alfred knew of Marinette’s presence. Marinette had voluntary evelaed herself to the elderly butler after noticing his aura. 

It was Miraculous tainted. If Marinette could guess, he had been either one of Duusu’s, Sass’s, or Nooroo’s.

When the butler had retired to the kitchen alone, Marinette had unraveled Trixx’s magic veiling her and waved at the butler.

To hi credit, he didn’t so much as bat an eye before his eyes widened as he took her in. Marinette cut to the chase.

“Who was your kwami?” Alfred had surveyed her for a second before seemingly trusting her.  

“Duusu.” He answered.

Marinette smiled. “I’m Tikki’s.” From her perch in Marinette’s left pigtail, the red Kwami pried open the folds of her hair, waving once at Alfred before sinking back into the recesses of the bluenette’s locks.

Alfred blinked. Once. Twice. “I’m presuming you’re staying for dinner?”

Marinette beamed. “I’m gonna scare the big bat.” Alfred nodded, accepting this. Marinette clapped her hands and she disappeared again. Alfred shook his head, smiling faintly.

Conveniently, it was one of the times where everyone was there. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Rare these days, what with Dick in Bludhaven, Tim at WE, and Jason off being Jason.

Bruce was currently on his way back from WE, although it would take around half an hour. He had told everyone to start eating first. Perfect. 

After Marinette’s encounter with Alfred, she had reappeared in Damian’s room, where she and Damian caught up. Just like old times.

She had disappeared again once she left the room, and Damian wasn’t entirely sure where she went.

Alfred set the the table as per normal, which Damian and Jason noticed right away. They looked to Alfred, who merely winked before stepping back into the kitchen and laying out the food.

There was a screech of a chair as Marinette, disguised as Bruce (Trixx in her right pigtail and Tikki in the left) sat down. Dick looked startled. 

“I thought you wouldn’t be back till later!” Dick exclaimed.

Mari-Bruce shrugged. “Faster than I’d expected.” She answered, securing the veil of Trixx’s magic around her vocal chords, making her voice sound exactly like Bruce’s.

Jason inched away slightly from Bruce, though she pretended not to notice.

Alfred nodded at her as he reentered the room.

Everyone dug in, occasionally talking. It had been about 25 minutes before the sound of the door opening could be heard. Damian and Jason’s head shot up, thinking it was Marinette.

Mari-Bruce smirked. Showtime.

Bruce entered the room, not noticing Mari at first. Until the batboys gaped at him. He looked confused. What--?

Mari-Bruce was a pretty great actress. “Who are you?” She thundered, internally laughing.

“Who are you? I’m Bruce Wayne.” He answered, looking befuddled and frustrated.

“Impostor.” Mari-Bruce accused. 

Bruce spluttered. “No! I’m the real Bruce!” 

Mari-Bruce scoffed. “That’s what an impostor would say.”

Damian and Jason seemed to figure it out, although they probably weren’t sure which Bruce was the real one yet.

Tim rubbed his eyes. “Am I seeing double, or?” 

Bruce said, “Ask me something the real Bruce would know.”

Dick looked torn, but did as requested. “Who murdered your parents?”

“Joe Chill.” They both said at the same time. Mari-Bruce and Bruce winced, selling the act.

“When’s my birthday?” Tim asked. 

“July 17th.” Both Bruces answered.

Tim looked surprised. “You actually know my birthday?”

“No shit, Tim.” Mari-Bruce said, rolling their eyes. She rather wanted to proceed to the next part of her plan. 

“Would I say that to you, Tim?” Bruce asked slightly desperately. 

“Maybe?” 

Bruce facepalmed. In the confusion, Mari took the chance to slink into the shadows where she rewrapped Trixx’s invisible magic around her.

Only Damian noticed. He smirked. “Where did he go?” He asked, placing a hand on the hilt of his katana for emphasis. He didn’t see Marinette smile at him.

Everyone looked panicked. “Search the manor.” Bruce ordered.

Jason still looked slightly skeptical but did as he said. Damian drew his katanas and tilted it in the direction he was going.

Amongst everyone, Bruce was the most attacked. While Jason and Damian paired off, Tim and Dick did as well, ("Don’t go alone!” Was Bruce’s admonished cry), Bruce had gone alone. 

If she were being honest, Marinette had always had a grudge against the billionaire. He hadn’t saved his son, he had tried to kill his son, even though he had a no killing rule --which Marinette thought was plain stupid--, and he had left Damian to suffer at the hands of Ra’s Al Ghul.

Talia could only do so much to save her son.

Yes, Marinette was aware that Bruce hadn’t know Damian existed, but now he was still treating Damian as if he didn’t exist. Marinette knew how much Damian craved affection, even if he never admitted it.

Yes, maybe Bruce was getting better, but maybe she could.. spur the process.

So Marinette retaliated in one of the many ways she knew how.

Messing with them.

So when the Waynes regrouped in the dining room, Jason, Damian, Dick and Tim came back unharmed, and Jason had been filled in by Damian of his suspicions. But Bruce? 

He came back covered in honey and feathers, drenched with water and covered in pink slime. 

“Why is he going after me?” Bruce had questioned in that annoying voice of his, after looking over his spotless sons.

Jason shrugged. “Maybe he doesn’t like you. God knows he’s not the only one.” 

Bruce looked slightly hurt but Jason didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Maybe this person is infatuated with you and is vying for your attention.” Damian deadpanned dryly. Marinette had smacked him on the back of his head, still invisible.

But the damage had been done.

Bruce snapped his fingers and ‘aha!’-ed at Damian. “That must be it!” Bruce crowed.

“Are you that narcissistic, you arrogant plebeian?” Marinette’s normally cheery voice was dry and dripping with distaste as she unwrapped her magic.

Bruce, Dick and Tim immediately went on the defensive, shifting into a battle stance. Marinette only scoffed.

“If I wanted to harm you, I would have already done so.” Marinette waved a hand in their direction dismissively.

Dick looked confused. “You’re like, ten.” He pointed out.

Damian glared. “I am ten as well, Grayson.” 

Tim butted in. “Are we not going to acknowledge the fact that this tiny ten year old broke into the manor unnoticed?” 

That brought everyone to their senses.

They were suddenly surprised by Marinette running at Jason, full speed. They expected him to duck or whip out a weapon, but all he did was stand still as she flipped in midair to land on his shoulders.

To their utter shock, Jason grinned, even as she fisted her hands in his hair for a better grip.

Damian only smiled fondly at his Angel. She was as short as he remembered, Damian noted. 

He missed her. More than anything.

Marinette beamed, and slid off Jason’s shoulders.

“Why did you attack me?” Bruce asked.  “Isn’t it obvious, fool?” Marinette revamped her icy demeanor and glared at the civilian Batman. “I despise you.”

Bruce looked very affronted. But Mariinette ignored him, even as he continued talking and made her way over to Damian.

“Damibear!” Marinette sang, as if she hadn’t seen him less than an hour ago.

The Waynes looked as if they expected Damian to attack her just for calling him that. They were not expecting him to grin and say, “Angel.”

Mari jumped on his back, and Damian merely repositioned himself accordingly, used to this from all her previous piggybacks.

“Okay so Jason and Damian helped her get into the manor.” Tim deduced, only to notice Jason and Damian shaking their heads.

“All by herself.” Damian and Jason chorused. Marinette made bunny ears on top of Damian’s head.

She kissed Damian’s forehead lovingly, replying to his ‘i am older than you’ with a ‘yeah by like a week’, and looked to his family. 

She winked.

Then disappeared.

There was silence, and then, “Wait, we didn’t even get her name!” From Dick.

Damian and Jason were interrogated that night, and they refused to tell them anything related to Marinette.

Marinette smiled from where she had hidden in the shadows, and made her way back to Damian’s room. She curled up in Damian’s bed, drifting into sleep. She was almost asleep when Damian returned.

And when Damian pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, “Goodnight, Angel”, a smile made her way onto her lips.

By the time Damian had slipped into bed with her, her head leaning comfortably on his chest, she had fallen asleep.

-

When the two turned 15, Talia and Sabine sat them down and told them about the betrothal. Damian had been visiting with Talia.

It had been almost two months since Lila had turned her classmates against her, not that she cared, of course. She still had her Consorts after all.

“Marinette, Damian, we’d like to tell you something. An offer? Of sorts. I’m relatively sure you will accept, however.” 

Talia smiled as Marinette dragged a grumpy Damian over to them by the head, beaming brightly.

“Oh come on, Mian! Don’t be such a grumpy banana.” Marinette reprimanded the older boy who was rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

The boy only smiled lazily, and ran another hand through his best friend’s hair, the girl making a small noise of protest. “Thats what you get for calling me a noodle, Angel.” (if you didn’t know miàn means noodle in chinese)

Sabine cleared her throat but looked at the two with amusement clear in her eyes.

They straightened. “Sorry, maman,” Mari muttered.

“Now, before you two were born, Sabine and I had an agreement. We are perfectly fine with this and the implications of it, so it is up to you to whether to accept or not.” Talia got straight to the point.

The two children looked to each other curiously before turning back to their parents. Damian nodded in acknowledgment and Sabine picked up where Talia left off.

“How do you feel about each other?” Sabine asked, watching the two closely for their reactions.

“If that’s your way of asking us if we’re okay to be siblings, since you and Lia are dating, Maman--” Marinette started but was quickly interrupted by a barely noticeably flushed Talia.

“No, not that, and we aren’t dating, Nette.” Talia aimed a playful glare at the girl, who grinned and blew a raspberry at her.

“How would you and Damian like to be betrothed?” Sabine asked, smiling at her friend and daughter fondly.

Marinette spluttered and Damian coughed. 

Talia and Sabine burst out into laughter.

After the adults got their laughter under control and after a few glares from their kids, Damian spoke up.

“Marinette is my best friend. If I had to be betrothed to anyone, I’m glad it’s her.” Damian looked away and Marinette coughed awkwardly into her elbow.

“You misunderstand us. You don’t have to be betrothed. The choice is yours.”

Damian felt slightly attacked. He really did like Marinette, and the betrothal was an easy excuse to ask her out (even if he was a 15 year old). He didn’t know if Marinette felt the same way, and he didn’t want to impose that on her, so he kept quiet.

Marinette, who was looking deep in thought, answered.

“Can I talk to Damian for a while, privately?”

Damian, despite his better judgement, winced. This was probably the first time in a really long time that Marinette called him by his full name. It was normally Dami, Damibear to annoy him, or some other weird nickname like Mr Grumpy Banana this morning.

Regardless, the bluenette hadn’t called him “Damian” for a very long time. Two years, maybe.

She walked out of the room, Damian trailing slightly behind, before stopping a few feet outside the room.

Marinette slid down onto the floor, her back pressed against it and head in her hands. Damian frowned. He didn’t want his best friend looking so.. dejected. He ignored the slight pang of hurt that the thought of being with him could get this kind of reaction out of her.

He sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder like he always did when any of them felt upset. He was happy to feel her lean into his side like she always did. 

She turned her head and buried it in Damian’s side, breathing in his comforting scent of paints and nature. He tightened his hold on her ever so slightly and she almost burst into tears.

It wasn’t that she was opposed to being in an engagement with Damian, it was just that she didn’t particularly want to be with anyone or love anyone, especially after her father died and Damian’s father abandoned him.

Her mother and aunt didn’t show it, but they were sad about their fathers. She had heard Talia interacting with her ‘beloved’ before, and it almost always ended up in tears or frustration. (Not that Mari blamed her, Bruce was kind of an asshole.)

She felt Damian’s chin press into her scalp and a hint of a smile grazed her lips. But this was Damian. Damian who was her best friend. Damian who supported her no matter what. Damian who comforted her and was there for her whenever she needed it.

Damian would never hurt her. And she was determined never to hurt him, ever, if she could help it.

She looked up and smiled at Damian. The smile he loved so much, the smile she always had on whenever she saw him, the smile that would unconsciously fly to her lips whenever she heard his voice.

Maybe it was then that Marinette should’ve known that she loved her best friend, but then again, she was only fifteen. She didn’t know what love was. But she would. Very soon.

“We accept.” Damian told Sabine and Talia when they reentered the room.

“We thought you would.” Talia replied.

-

When Marinette turned 16, her last year at Francois Dupont, six months since she’d made Lila’s time a living hell with her Ladybug (both in suit and in school), and fashion clients connections, the Waynes had visited.

Turns out, Damian and Jason got caught trying to sneak onto the Wayne private jet but instead of stopping them, they insisted they came along too, having pieced together that Damian and Jason were going to visit the mysterious tiny girl they couldn’t find the name of.

So they had no choice.

And os that leads to now, with the Waynes standing in the courtyard, elicting a growing crowd as they waited for Marinette, looking the part of scary rich people that can end your life without a problem.

Damian suddenly started running, and he hugged a girl. No one could see who the girl was because her head was buried in Damian’s chest and his body was shielding hers.

Not many people in the courtyard was surprised when they pulled away and standing there was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. After all, she was one of the most successful students in class that didn’t get fame from famous relatives. No, al her fame was hers alone.

In fact, the only people surprised were Marinette’s class, not-so-fondly referred to as the Akuma Class.  Her Consorts were the only one who knew of her betrothed, Damian. Other than that, Marinette had never been willing to share. 

When Marinette saw the other Waynes however, after hugging Jason, she rolled her eyes. Bruce, Dick and Tim stalked forwards, looking every inch the scary billionaires they were.

It was broken by Dick hugging the girl and gushing over how cool she was. Tim smiled at her and she had smiled back. Marinette flipped Bruce the bird.

“Why are you... so sunny? You definitely weren’t like that when you threatened us in Gotham. You were such an ice queen.” Tim mentioned, failing to keep the amusement out of his tone.

“What do you mean? Marinette’s always been like that, even if she is a bitch now. There’s no way she can be cold.” Alya remarked snidely.

Alix and Chloe stalked forward, raising thier fists threatningly. But Marinette only laughed coldly.

“You wanna see cold, Cesaire?” Marinette snarled, dropping all acts of being nice. 

The Lady was back. Publicly.

The silence was interrupted by Rose, who asked, "But Lila, don't you know the Waynes?"

Said Lila had been trying to slink away unnoticed, but when her name was mentioned, all attention diverted back to her, effectively keeping her in place. Her pale face and scared eyes were enough to tell that she had indeed been lying. 

Yells and screams broke out across the courtyard as the Akuma Class berated Lila for lying to them all this while. Until, Marinette interrupted, face set in a ice cold, stony position 

"Okay, blame her for lying." She started. "But why did you believe her?" 

The Akuma Class drew a blank and didn't respond. Partially because they didn't know what to say, and partially because Marinette's mere presence was overwhelmingly intimidating. Marinette sighed and pressed on. 

"Everything the Liar has said can be found faulty by a simple internet search." It was true, and the class knew it. When no one replied, Marinette shook her head sardonically. "You reap what you sow." 

She turned to her betrothed. In an instant, her icy mood was gone, replaced with the sunshiney-ness the Akuma Class had grown used to. 

"C'mon, Dami!" She gave him a quick peck on the lips, hoisting herself up on Damian's back. Damian grasped her legs tightly, as she continued to be piggybacked by him. 

"Onward!" She cried out dramatically, pointing to the school exit. 

Damian only rolled his eyes fondly at his beloved, steering themselves out, her Consorts and his family behind them. 

None of them looked back. 

If they did, they would've seen the expressions of disbelief and regret etched onto every one of her old classmates' faces. 

Not that they would care.

-

5k words yay

also uh yeah again, sorry this took so long, i kept hitting a mental block while writing this and it didnt manage to upload from my phone for no good reason :( 

but anyway its up now, i hope u find this acceptable! :)

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EVER SINCE NEW YORK | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 1! - for Sara [@bravadostyles], the ultimate muse. 

SOUNDTRACK:

Empire State of Mind - Jay Z.

Animals - Maroon 5.

Dopamine - Børns.

Word Count: 4,731.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, recreational drug use, a bit of angst.

Spring, Freshman Year. 

Tisch School of the Arts,

New York University.

New York City. 

“You’ve got that face on,” Claire said. 

“What face is that, Claire?”

“Your trademark ready-to-go-home face,” she giggled. “You tired?”

“Just a little,” you whispered, head resting on her shoulder, feet hanging off the bed. “Had a long day at rehearsal.” 

“Ah,” she nodded. “Well, if you wanna go, we can go. I’ll walk you home.”

“No,” you shook your head, and placed your hand on her arm. “It’s fine. I’m having a good time.” 

Soft music played through the small speakers on Jonathan’s desk, mixing in with the chatter of your friends. Everyone sat in different spaces around the room, some on the desk, some on John’s bed, and you and Claire rested on his roommate’s bed. Open solo cups of beer were scattered amongst the room. It was calm, chill, and then the door swung open.

“Yoooooo!” The entering voice rang, instantly earning a happy response from Johnathan, who hopped off his bed and ran towards the entrance. 

“Gube!” John exclaimed, arms open wide to embrace his friend. He always got a little touchy-feely when he was tipsy. “Where the hell you been, man?”

“Consider my good time ruined,” you murmured to Claire.

“Be nice, [y/n],” she responded, patting your leg. “Everyone’s having a nice time, don’t start anything.”

“Me? Me? I don’t start anything, I never start anything. It’s him who starts it. That di—“

“Hey, [y/n],” Matthew greeted, taking a seat beside John. “Hey, Claire.”

“Hey, Gube,” Claire smiled. She gave you a gentle nudge with her elbow. 

You rolled your eyes, “Hi, Matthew,” you reluctantly replied, refusing to make eye contact. 

“Aw, c’mon, that’s all I get?” Matthew teased. “What’s wrong, sleeping beauty? You tired?” 

“Oh, you have no idea,” you told him, finally looking over at him. He wore a white polo, paired with a busted pair of jeans and white converse with his mismatched socks poking out. On his chest sat his trademark gold chain, the medallion set in the center of his sternum. 

“Might be past your bedtime,” he shrugged. “Really. Might be better if you just left.” 

“Me?” You scoffed. “Why don’t you leave? We were perfectly fine before you got here.”

“Oh, God,” someone groaned. “Here they go.”

“John wants me here. I’m a little more fun than someone who falls asleep mid-conversation, so I can see why.”

“Matthew, why are you talking to me? Can you just pretend,” you waved your arms around. “Pretend there’s a wall here.” 

“Don’t mind her,” Claire interjected. “She’s crabby because she hasn’t started editing her project yet.” 

You gasped, “Why would you just announce that, Claire? I didn’t wanna be reminded of that.” 

“[y/n], you’re gonna be fucked if you don’t get that shit done. It’s due next week.” Another friend told you. 

You groaned, “Yes. I know that. But I’ve been killing myself practicing for the show every night. And when I finally sat down to start editing, I didn’t know how to work the damn software!” 

“You don’t know how to work EasyEdit?”

“No,” you sighed. “I missed class that day. I tried to learn on YouTube, and that confused me even more. So, I have since then given up.”

“Hm,” John hummed. “You know who’s really good with EasyEdit?”

“Who?”

“Gube,” John answered. This prompted Matthew to lift his head up at astronomical speed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “He taught me how to use it. He could help you, [y/n].”

“John...” Claire said. 

“What, Claire?” John replied. “[y/n] needs help and Gube can help. I’m just saying.” 

You cut your eyes over to Matthew, who was watching you, but he quickly turned away when you made eye contact. 

“You’re not clever,” Claire shook her head. “You’re nosey is what you are.” 

“Nosey?” You pipped, tapping Claire’s arm. “What do you mean nosey?” 

“I mean, if you and Gube just...” John said. “I’m gonna say it - fucked - one good time, the two of you could get over this whole rivalry already.”

“And stop arguing all the damn time,” someone added. “The shit’s annoying.”

Your jaw had been dropped since the word ‘fucked’ was uttered. You looked up at Claire who gave you a sympathetic smile. 

“I-“ You stuttered. “I...never say that again, John! Ever. Ew!”

“Ew?” Matthew exclaimed. “You’d be lucky if I tossed you a bone.”

Your jaw dropped even lower, stunned by Matthew’s words. “You arrogant son of a bitch,” you muttered. “And this is who you want me to allow near my final project?” You directed at John. 

“Hey, if you don’t wanna fuck me, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Matthew taunted, biting his lip and tilting his head. 

“No. I don’t wanna fuck you! I also don’t want to spend any more time with you than I absolutely have to. So I will learn EasyEdit by myself.” 

“Okay,” Matthew shrugged. “You’re not gonna figure that shit out in time, but fine, princess. Be stubborn.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head in annoyance. 

“[y/n], let Gube help,” Claire said. “You’re gonna drive yourself insane with that and the show coming up, plus finals? Just this once.”

You looked over at Matthew, instantly getting angry again. Hate is a strong word. It’s a very, very strong word. And you’d never use it against anybody. Ever. Except Matthew Gubler. That may sound a bit dramatic, so to clear up any confusion, here’s a composite list of every asshole, dick, bastard, bitch-ass move he’s made in one semester:

1. Broke your editing equipment trying to do magic tricks in class.

2. Didn’t apologize.

3. Called your last documentary “uninspired, dry, a little like a lullaby.”

4. Took the last spot for an internship over Christmas break. 

5. Which he knew you wanted.

6. Refused to partner with you on a final project because “you can’t even get to class everyday.”

7. In front of everyone because he’s a jackass.

8. Told you that you were insane for majoring in film making AND ballet. 

9. Proceeded to tell you that you look better in a leotard than a suit.

10. Fucked your roommate.

11. While you were in the room.

12. Insisted that Wes Craven is a better horror director than Tim Burton? Is he dumb?

13. Calls you ballerina barbie, short stack, princess, anything other than your actual name. 

14. Won’t drop dead. 

And, because you’re not going to let anyone treat you that way, here’s a list of things you’ve done in retaliation: 

1. “Accidentally” stepped on his canvas. 

2. 3 times.

3. Uploaded a video of you calling him a dick in place of his documentary. 

4. Yes, he did play it for the class on accident.

5. Told him you didn’t want to be his partner anyway since he walks around stoned 24/7. 

6. Laughed. 

7. Told him he’d be a good ballerina. His tiny dick would fit perfectly in a leotard. 

8. Fucked his friend. While said friend was supposed to help Matthew with his project. 

9. Told him none of Edgar Allan Poe’s work was actually interesting enough for screen time. (He almost passed out, he got so mad.)

10. Told him his mismatch socks were dumb. 

11. Consistently call him asshole, dick, jackass, or just Matthew. All synonyms.

12. Refuse to let him mess with you. 

So, the idea of him helping you with your project, coming into your room, bothering you for hours on end, was a ridiculous thought. You should punch John for even mentioning it. Except. It wasn’t a bad idea. 

“Hey, pants stay on,” Matthew said, giving you a smirk. “Boy Scouts honor.” 

Everyone was looking at you. It made you queasy. Annoyed. Angry. And you couldn’t take it. So, you sighed heavily and cut your eyes towards Matthew. “Fine,” you grimaced. “Fine. Monday night. You will teach me how to use EasyEdit. And then we can all drop this.” 

“Ah, success,” John cheered. “I’m not worried, though. Look at [y/n], she’s so innocent. She looks like she belongs on top of a Christmas tree. She does ballet for crying out loud. I doubt fucking is on her to-do list.”

“And on that note,” you pushed yourself off the bed. “I’m going to my room. Goodnight.” 

Your room was just down the hall, and you showered, changed, brushed your teeth and got into bed in all of 30 minutes. Just about to fall asleep, you were disturbed by the sound of keys jingling in the door. Sloppy footsteps stumbled into the room, accompanied by silly giggles.

Thinking you were asleep, your roommate admired your sleeping frame, “Awwww,” she cooed. “Precious, precious, [y/n].” She walked over to you and rubbed your shoulder. 

“You’re crazy to not wanna fuck Matthew,” she whispered, chuckling. “You don’t know what you’re missing, kid.”

And you stayed still, silent, pretended to snore. All while Claire crawled into her bed. 

When Monday rolled around, you spent the entire day with a chip on your shoulder. Claire kissed the top of your head and insisted you’d be fine, that your project would be done by the end of the night and you’d be grateful for Matthew’s help. But she knew that was a  dead cause in her heart of hearts. You both knew it’d be a miracle if Matthew and you made it through 15 minutes of editing. 

When she left to go to a friend’s place, you changed into pajama pants, combined with a cozy cropped button sweater. You sat at your desk, and waited. You’d told Matthew to arrive at 7. 

He got there at 7:59.

By then, you were laying in bed, pissed and upset that you’d actually been convinced to give Matthew a chance. He knocked on the door, and you answered with an attitude. “Go home, Matthew.” 

“Don’t be like that, short stack,” he sighed, following you as you stomped into the room. “I got caught up. I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah? What’d you get caught up with? A gram?” You spit. 

He laughed, “Haha, so funny. No, I was not getting high. I was working on my own project. That I finished. Ahead of time. Can you relate, [y/n]?” 

“Get out of my room,” you scoffed. “I asked you for one thing. One. And you couldn't even do that. You knew how important this project was to me, and you didn’t give a fuck. I wasted time waiting for you that I could’ve been working or rehearsing! I—Are you listening?” 

Matthew’s eyes had been concentrated solely on your chest, “Are you wearing a bra?” He asked. 

You took a step back, stunned, blinking rapidly as you searched around the room. “I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m just trying to find where the hell that came from?” 

“It came from that itty bitty shirt you’re wearing,” he replied with a shrug. “Doesn’t really leave much to the imagination.” 

“Stop staring at my tits!” You shouted, face turning red. “God, Matthew, I can’t stand to look at you right now. Just, leave. Please.” 

He did not stop staring at your tits. Not for a very long time. But when he did, he had this look in his eyes. Like a wire had snapped. And he kissed you. Cupped your face in his hands, pulled you close, and kissed you. You pressed your hands against his chest, face contorting in shock and confusion. 

You pushed him away, lips retracting with a sharp smacking noise. Saliva dripped from your lips, and you stood there, huffing and puffing like the two of you had just run a mile. “What the hell was that?” You snapped, your fingertips lightly touching your bottom lip. 

He didn’t reply. He was just as speechless as you were. Speechless, and confused, and out of breath, and so, so pretty. He was so pretty. Has he always been that pretty? 

You grabbed onto the hem of his shirt and pulled him back in, pressing your lips together in an aggressive collision. Matthew’s hand gripped onto your hair, his body pushing itself against yours in an eager attempt to get as close to you as possible. His other hand made its way to your waist, gripping onto your skin so hard, his nails left marks. Both his hands began to snake down your body, landing on the back of your thighs. 

Very suddenly, Matthew scooped you up in his arms, yanking your feet off of the ground. You let out a breathy ‘oof’ as you found yourself perched in his grasp, your legs wrapped around his torso, your hands on his shoulders. He supported your weight so easily, all while sliding his tongue into your mouth. 

He carried you over to your bed, where he abruptly dropped you onto the mattress, and looked down at you with a lustful grin. Standing beside the bed, he leaned in as if he was going to kiss you — slowly, with his hands reaching out to touch your body — but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his hands on your ribs and pushed your sweater up, over your breasts to reveal your chest. 

“I knew it,” he whispered. “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, before you released it shakily. His lips wrapped around your nipple, wetting it with his tongue and applying light suction. A soft moan left your mouth, and you gripped onto his hair in ecstasy. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He sucked harder, to the point of pain, just to hear you make some noise. Any noise. When one nipple began to pulse between his lips, he moved to the other, leaving a trail of love bites between them. 

The heat between your legs was suffocating, and you rubbed your thighs together for some relief. Matthew noticed this, and proceeded to stick his hands down your pants, fingers sliding underneath the band of your underwear. He smirked at how soaked you were already and rubbed your clit as he licked a trail up to your neck. You tightened your thighs around his hand, gasping at the friction and pulling at the bedsheets. 

The sound caused Matthew to take in a sharp breath of air. His cock was pressed against the zipper of his jeans, and was getting to the point that it was excruciating. So, as he massaged your nerve, he undid his pants and pushed them down his legs. 

He nibbled on your ear, and as you gave him a quiet moan, your eyes flickered down to look between your bodies. Flushed, and horny, and suddenly so desperate, you grabbed onto Matthew’s large erection and pressed the tip against your clit. 

He grunted and pulled back to stare you in the eye, a sly grin creeping onto his face. He laughed, “I knew it. I fucking knew it. Innocent? Innocent, my ass.” 

As you rolled your eyes at him, he kissed your lips softly, hands holding onto your thighs. You positioned his cock at your entranced and allowed him to press into you. He stood up straight, watching his cock disappear inside you, slowly, steadily, before he suddenly slammed into you. The sound of skin colliding on skin mixed in with your and Matthew’s moans, and he watched your head roll back in pleasure. 

He licked his lips, smirking. And he did it again. And again. And again. Pulling out all the way and pushing back into you. Hard. The sensation struck your chest, and elicited vulnerable moans from you every time he pounded you. Matthew instantly began to speed his hips up, nails digging into your thighs as he pressed your legs open for him. His used all his strength to fuck you, your head knocking into the wall with every thrust. It was sloppy and messy and you couldn’t stop whimpering. Your eyes were screwed shut, and when you opened them again, the first thing you noticed with his chain. The gold medallion dangled in your face, Matthew’s lips pressed against your cheek. 

Absentmindedly, you tangled your fingers in the chain, tugging on it as your volume increased. “Fuck,” you muttered. “Oh, fuck.” 

He brought his hand up to your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, quietly, softly. And you did it without thinking. His thumb slid into your mouth, twirling around your tongue and stifling your moans. 

He removed his hand and placed his thumb on your clit, wetting the skin with your own saliva. You let out a loud yelp at the new sensation, and a bubble instantly formed in your stomach. 

Oh, no, not Matthew, you thought. Don’t let it be Matthew. 

But with his cock and his hips and the way he kissed your neck and rubbed your sensitive nerve all at once. You came, you came with a fit of pornographic moans, trembling and writhing around on the bed. 

And it was Matthew — the first guy to make you come. Ever. 

He licked his lips as he watched you come undone beneath him, proud of himself — to the point of cockiness. Giving you a few more forceful pumps, he pulled out of you and released himself onto your chest, watching the fluid cover the hickies he’d left there. 

He looked angelic on top of you, moaning, panting, swearing under his breath. But the moment he finished, he stepped back, fastened his pants and walked away. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him in a daze. 

Matthew logged onto your computer, pressed a few buttons and then closed the laptop shut. Then he left. 

However, the next day he sent you an email. Your project. Fully and perfectly edited. 

Okay. So, that happened. They said it would happen and it happened. Didn’t necessarily make you hate Matthew any less, but it happened. It was good. You hated to admit it. And it was all you could think about. You couldn’t even touch yourself or hold your pillow without thinking of Matthew. It was bad. 

Especially, given the fact that after the whole situation, he decided not to talk to you. At all. Not in class, not while hanging out with friends, not even to pick a fight. Complete and utter radio silence. He looked at you enough though. Not while you were looking at him, of course. So, as far as you knew, you were far off of his mind. But life had to go on. You had to focus on school, and on top of that, you were due to perform in NYU’s production of Swan Lake in less than two weeks. 

You landed the main role of Odette, meaning for the next two weeks, you had to eat, sleep, breathe ballet. You practiced for hours on end, barely saw your friends, which gave you a good break from seeing Matthew. 

Opening night rolled around and you were so nervous, you thought you might puke. Only a freshman, it was a miracle you landed the role in the first place, which meant your performance tonight was a make or break moment. Claire could tell you were sick to your stomach and tried to distract you by taking a bunch of pictures on her phone.

“Smile, pretty girl!” She beamed, the flashing going off in your face as you posed. “[y/n], you’re gonna kill it! I’m so excited! Aren’t you excited?”

“Yeah...” you whispered. “Deathly excited.”

“Aw, poor baby,” she swung her arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna be front  and center, cheering you on. Just focus on me, okay?” 

You smiled and nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Okay.” 

Your body was on autopilot out on stage. The movements you’d practiced everyday, for hours and hours on end, just flowed. The lighting in the audience was dark, but you could just barely make out Claire’s figure under the soft hue. 

It wasn’t until the finale, when you stood ready for your closing performance, that the lights switched to their full intensity and you noticed a hand resting on Claire’s shoulder. An arm resting behind her head. Someone whispering in her ear, making her laugh. 

Matthew.

He was here. He was here and he was with Claire. He was with Claire and he was watching you. And it made your stomach feel weird. But then the music kicked up. So, you had to go. You fell into your dance, your rhythm and for some reason, you could not stop staring at Matthew. 

Every twirl, you made him your focal point. Looking at him again, and again, and again. Until the lights went out. 

Supporting ballerinas cheered you on as you walked offstage, throwing flowers at your feet and giving you applause. Your instructor marched right up to you, kissed both sides of your face and embraced you. It was a wonderful feeling, but right then, you were drained, emotionally, mentally, physically, you needed some rest. 

You locked yourself away in your dressing room, taking a seat in the mirror and beginning to remove your tights. Pressing a makeup wipe to your skin, you jumped, startled by a knock on the door. You rose from your seat and walked to the entrance casually, expecting Claire to greet you. 


But you froze, as soon as you opened the door. Eyes glazing over the person in front you, your breath caught in your throat. “Matthew.” 

“Hey,” he smiled. He looked you up and down — your naked legs, your breasts poking through the thin material of the leotard. “You...you were amazing tonight.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Bye.”

You attempted to close the door on him, but his put his elbow against the frame, stopping it in motion. “Whoa,” he exclaimed, pushing his way into the room. “What the hell is your problem?” He closed the door behind him.

“My problem is that I’m very tired, and still need to change, and greet everyone waiting for me. So, I don’t have time for this.”

“Time for what?” He crossed his arms over his chest. 

You ducked your head down, “Nothing. Nothing. You need to leave.”

“Hey, hey, hey, ballerina barbie,” he mocked. “What’s your deal?”

“I don’t have a deal! I have nothing to say to you Matthew. Same way you have nothing to say to me.” You scrunched up your face in a frown.

“I...” he paused, laughing under his breath. “I never said I didn’t have something to tell you. In fact, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” 

You looked up at him — the gel in his hair, his black button down shirt flowing over his belt buckle, his dark eyes, his lips and the way they were pouting just a little. And like a magnet, you found yourself being pulled towards him. You jumped into his arms, hands on his face, and connecting your lips, mouths open, tongues touching. 

Matthew held you up, moaning against your lips. “Mm,” you hummed. “Wait, what if someone comes in?” 

Matthew thought quickly, hiking you up in his arms and shoving your back against the door. “Well, now they can’t get in, can they?” He mumbled, leaving kisses along your neck.

Your jaw dropped and you started to undo his belt, freeing his cock from his pants. He grunted against your skin as you stroked him, your head leaned back against the door, your chest heaving. You used your other hand to pull your leotard to the side, revealing your throbbing core. 

Matthew smirked, letting you guide his dick to your entrance, and pushed his way into you swiftly. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck to keep yourself quiet. His thrusts were quick, rough, messy. He was much more vocal this time, making no effort to stay silent.

“Fuck,” he moaned in your ear. “F-fuck, I forgot how good your pussy is. Fuck.”

The feeling was mutual. For the past month, you’d be wondering what the hell about Matthew had you so stuck. So fixated on him. And this was it. He filled you up perfectly, could manhandle you however he wanted, and always, always made sure you came. 

He fucked you harder when he noticed your orgasm nearing — your quickened breaths, frequent moans and whines, and your legs tightening against his torso. “Oh, my God,” you whimpered. 

“Shit, are you gonna come?” He asked. “Good.”

Breathless, speechless, you stared into his eyes helplessly as your body began to crumble. All power left your body and you held onto his shirt for dear life. He gave you a small smile, and flipped his hair out of his face, looking down at his cock. He could pinpoint the exact stroke that did it. The one that sent you into a state of euphoria, sent your eyes rolling back, your body into intense shock. 

You let out a long and weakened sigh as the wave washed over you, and Matthew continued to plow into you like nothing was happening. 

“It’s so cool how your pussy tightens up when you come,” he chuckled. “It’s hot.” 

You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice, clawing at the back of his neck. His breathing became ragged and hoarse, and he had to pull out of you before he came. He jerked himself off until he exploded onto your clothing. And with you being dressed in all black, his stains stood out perfectly on your costume. 

This time, he gave you a kiss on the cheek before he left.

The week after that was finals week. And neither of you could be bothered to reach out. Despite the not-so-subtle confession of bitterness and the very intense orgasms you shared, you and Matthew simply went back to not talking. Your friends thought it was strange, even commented that they missed the bickering. The two of you shrugged in response. 

Most of your dorm room was in boxes by the time you finished your last final exam. Claire was slower to pack up than you were, considering she only lived an hour away, but she applauded you for your determination. The day Claire did start packing was the day before you left for the summer. The two of you spent the day getting everything cleared out, cleaned, squared away.

While the two of you sat on your bed, watching Netflix, a knock sounded from your door. Claire hopped up and headed towards the entrance, opening it with a grand smile. “Gube!” She shouted, instantly opening her arms for a hug. Matthew wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, carrying her into the room with a smile.

 “Are you about to leave?” She asked him, holding onto his arms as he placed her feet back on the ground. 

“Yeah, my mom’s here. So, I wanted to stop by and say goodbye,” he nodded. 

“Aw, Gube, you softie,” she giggled. “[y/n], come say bye.”

“I can say bye from right here, Claire,” you replied. She gave you a look, and you felt compelled to get off the bed. So you did, you approached them, “Bye, Matthew.” 

“Bye, shortcake,” he laughed. “Bye, Claire.” He pulled your roommate into another hug, while you stood there, crossing your arms in annoyance. 

Matthew peeked at you over Claire’s shoulder. One hand rubbed her back and the other reached out to you, holding a small note.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him, then the note, then Claire. You ripped the paper from his hand, and stuffed it into your pocket right away. He smirked at you, and turned his attention back to Claire. 

“Hey,” he said to her. “Come back to my place, I want everyone there to show my mom I actually have friends.” 

Claire chuckled and nodded, “Okay,” she shrugged. “Let’s go. [y/n], you coming?”

“Uh, no,” you shook your head. “I’m gonna keep packing, but I’ll text you later.”

“Okay,” Claire smiled, and she let Matthew whisk her away. 

You sighed, and as soon as the door closed, you pulled the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket. You opened it up to reveal — not a meaningful message, not even a few words. Just one string of numbers, writing in his handwriting:

505. 

[PART 2.]

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Love Me Again

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Y/N - your name

Y/S/N - your second name (middle name)

Y/L/N- your last name

Masterlist

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It has been almost 7 months since you and Harry broke up after being together for two years. You're disappointed to say the least, you thought you were going to marry him at some point in your life but then one evening he told you that your relationship was 'too much to handle at the moment'.

Of course, you being you decided to agree with him even though deep inside you don't want to break up. You understood where he was coming from, you were both still young and only at the peak of your careers and the distance often became too much.

You love him, you really do and you would have fought for your relationship if it wasn't for the look of tiredness in his eyes. You tried, he tried, but somehow in the middle, it wasn't enough - so you let him go.

It was really difficult for you to deal with the breakup - neither you or him dated other people, or at least not that you know of - having to pack your bags and move out of your shared home to a different city is already tough but you know that seeing him with someone else will shatter you.

He's more successful than he did the last time you saw him, awards after awards, deals after deals, more fans and more recognition for him and you couldn't be prouder, after all, partly the reason you broke up is his job and you'll be damned if you found out that you let your relationship go for nothing.

You're happy. You focused on your job and your family, saved enough money to buy your own car and helped at this local charity that supports disabled children but it wasn't enough. You are happy but you aren't fulfilled and you know what - or rather who - is the missing piece.

You haven't heard anything from him, only catching him on the news every now and then with your busy schedule, unlike before. So here you are now, busying yourself in hopes that you'll magically stop thinking about him every second, on a Saturday morning on your local park for the weekly charity work you do.

After your break up, you decided to help this charity to keep you busy and since you love kids, it’s hard for you to stay away. Every week, there's a feeding program for the children along with a few gifts and games for them with the help of some of the donator.

Today was like every other week, you fed the children and now one of the friend you made here is hosting a game for the kids. Later on you'll give them lunch then a guest will read them a book and bond with them before the day ends.

Speaking of the guest, you haven't met them, you've been busy with the food and you shake your head at yourself - 'I should have greeted them, shame on you Y/N, they're your guests!'

Quickly retouching your hair a bit to find the other guests, you bumped to Jessie, another helper in this charity, "oh I'm so sorry Y/N!", she frantically said, maneuvering over you.

"Hey hey, wait! Was there a problem?", you asked your friend before looking back at the kids to check if there's something wrong.

"Yes, I left something on the building! It was the prizes for the kids! Oh god they're gonna be so sad if I didn't bring it here on time!", Jessie stressed while running her fingers through her hair.

"I'll go get it. Yo-"

"It's my fault, Y/N, I'll get it!"

"I have my car", you took your car keys from you loops of your jeans and showed her, "will you take care of the food?"

Sighing in relief, Jessie nods, "of course!", she hugged you, "you're a life saver! Thank you so much!"

"It's no problem at all, now I gotta go!", you walked backwards to your car while waving at her.

That was almost two hours ago, the building wasn't far, only a 20 minute drive but the traffic on Saturday's always horrendous and it doesn't help that you forgot to ask Jessie where she stored the prizes and that no one is answering their phones.

Locking your car while you clutch two big bags full of toys towards the tent where you can see a glimpse of the children listening quietly to the guest that's reading them a story.

You found Jessie went to her, "you made it!", helping you with one of the bags, "I had to make an excuse to the children about how the guests couldn't wait to read them stories! Thank God they bought it!"

You laughed at her relief, "couldn't find it! You forgot to tell me where you put these stuff!", bumping your shoulders on hers, "I'm charging you for my gas! Traffic was horrible!"

"I know! I know! So sorry about that! By the way have you meet the guests?", her eyes went wide while mentioning your guests.

"Haven't had the time", you sigh overexaggerately, "supposed to, before I bumped in to you!"

"Come on! I'll introduce you to them!", she took your right arm and pulled you towards the kids, "they're like crazy famous and the-"

"Mister Harry Styles! You're up! Kids give Mister Styles around of applause!"

Shit shit shit shit shit, you paused in your tracks making Jessie look at you. On the background you can hear Harry introduce himself to the kids and starting to read the title of the story.

It has been a long time since you last heard his voice in person and it gave you flashbacks but you have to stay strong, you're not here for him, you're here for the kids.

Deciding that it was for the best to stay as low-key as possible, you excused yourself from Jessie and went to the other tent where the other stuff were placed.

No one here knew that you dated Harry, you opted on using your first name when you moved here, knowing his fans might notice you since you grew up with everyone calling you by your second name.

You busied yourself with everything you see, childish - it is, but you don't know if you can face him as much as you miss him.

You heard the children cheered so you went to look at the commotion. Harry just finished reading the story then one of the kids raised their hand.

"Mister Styles I'm Dolly. What is your favorite part of the story?"

"Call me Harry, Dolly. Probably the part where the character realized how wrong he was for doing the things he did...", Harry answered then another kid raised their hand, "Yes?"

"I'm Brady, um have you ever experienced that? Letting something go then regretting it? My dog had a puppy but we had to give her puppy away because we can't afford another pet and our dog looks sad all the time now."

You continued to listen to the interaction between Harry and the kids, interested on his personal answer.

"I'm so sorry about your dog and puppy and I did. It was the biggest mistake I've ever made. In your terms, I was you and the dog at the same time. I had to let someone go then quickly regret it, I was miserable but time heals and I'm sure your dog will be happy soon!"

After a few more questions, Harry stepped out of the small stage to take some pictures with the kids. You went back on the other tent to hide.

His answer on the second question made you think but as fast as the thought came to your mind, you dismissed it. 'It's not important anymore.'

"Y/N! You haven't met our guests!", Jessie yelled from the other tent making you look up to her and then closed your eyes tightly.

You saw Harry and a few other people beside him, the kids now receiving their prizes with the help of the other people who helps with the charity.

You turned your back around them to compose yourself then walked towards them as you don't want to seem rude to the sponsors.

"Mister Harry Styles and Mister Jeff Azoff, Missus Mary Richardson and Miss Lisette Raj, this is Y/N Y/L/N, one of our helpers out here!", Jessie introduced you while you smiled at the 3 other people, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

You knew Jeff, of course, you met him a few times and by the way Harry stiffens, it seems like he connected the dots even with your second name being used.

"Y/S/N, it's a surprise to see you here!", Jeff greeted you using your second name, the one everyone from before knew you by as he pulled you in a hug.

"Oh you two know each other? What a coincidence!", Jessie mused.

You uncomfortably chuckled, "yes, we do..."

"It's so nice to meet you Miss Y/L-"

"Please call me Y/N!", you smiled at Mary, "thank you so much for donating! We appreciate it, especially the kids!"

"It was always a pleasure to help! Harry wanna say something?", Lisette tried to joke but you, Harry and Jeff didn't laugh.

Harry cleared his throat and put his hands on his back, "thank you so much for having us, the kids are great!", looking at you straight in the eyes.

You shifted on your place and replied, "no, thank you.", you nodded your head and smiled tightly, "if you all don't mind I'm gonna go and check on the kids, yea?"

"We'll join you!", Mary proposed nudging Lisette. You only nodded at them and started walking.

"Wait! I- miss Y/L/N, can I talk to you for a second?", Harry's voice made you stop, turning around slowly you answered him a small 'yes' then walking back.

"I'll join Mary and Lisette.", Jeff said before he waved goodbye. Jessie looked at you questionably before joining the kids.

You and Harry walked a bit far away in complete silence until Harry started talking.

"Y/N huh?"

"Yea, it's my name."

"No, your name is Y/S/N!", Harry retorted so you stopped walking and faced him.

"Things changed.", you said looking at him in the eyes.

Harry sigh, "I'm so sorry Y/S/N..."

"Me too. I'm so sorry I fell in love with you in the first place."

"I- no! Did you regret it? Us?", Harry tried to meet your eyes but you refused.

"I don't know, you tell me", you looked at his eyes at last, "did you?"

You're met with silence as Harry pondered. You can feel your heart beating so fast, scared of what his answer might be, finally, "the only thing I regret was letting you go..."

"Oh come on, I was just joking!", you tried to laugh, "that was so long ago! Forget about it! I've moved on!", you poked his biceps hoping he wouldn't hear your uneasiness.

"Were you really? Because fuck! I'm being serious right now!", Harry raked his hand through his hair signifying his frustration, "was that it? Our two years? Have you really moved on?", his voice weakened as he speaks, quickly clearing his throat, "I mean of course I'm happy if you moved on! I just thought that maybe..."

"Maybe what?", you urged your ex.

"I don't know... what happened to us?", his voice cracked as he looked up to the sky.

"We broke up.", you deadpanned.

"I know, I'm so sorry about everything. I should have never let you go. I thought breaking up with you will make everything easier but I was wrong... so so wrong love..."

You didn't answer him knowing that you'll cry if you did.

"Are you happy?", Harry tried to coax an answer out of you.

"I am... you?", you doubted but answered anyway.

"I'm- I'm lost, so so lost. I thought everything will be fine but it wasn't.", Harry sobbed but wiped his tears as quickly as it came.

"You'll be okay, Harry. Us, you and me, it wasn't meant to be.", you tried to reason him.

He turned his body to you, "it was! But I was an idiot and if I can hold you in my arms again and say that you're mine for one last time, I'll do it in a heartbeat...", and that's when your first tear fall.

"Harry this is wrong!"

"I know! Being without you feels so wrong but we can make it right again! I'll do anything to have you back Y/S/N! I still love you.", he whispered.

"We can't."

"Are you seeing someone else?", the look on his eyes made your heart shatter, you only shake your head.

"Give me another chance, baby. I promise we'll take it slow, I'll do anything! Fuck anything love, just say it!", his desperate eyes met yours as he clutched both of your hand in his.

"But it was my fault too! I'm so sorry! But this," you motioned the space between the two of you, "I don't know!", you cried out.

Harry continued to beg, "it's okay baby but please, please, you were it for me love! I promise I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

"Harry...", you whimpered.

"Y/S/N, love me again."

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[locksleyposting]

Perspective (B1 C4)

Synopsis: Wolfe Locksley starts her school in Hogwarts. What awaits her inside the castle’s walls isn’t what she expects her first year to turn out out as.

A/N: So I’m back... sort of... maybe, I just felt like uploading the chapter I’ve drafted for months now so here you go. Sorry for the wait if anyone did at least.

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Summer vacation passed by the Locksley household rather quickly and during that time, they spent relishing each other’s company before Wolfe’s first year at Hogwarts. The time spent was not wasted however, it was spent on muggle movie nights to training Faron, which was not that hard. Wolfe felt the best knowing that her first year won’t be a total wreck, maybe.

The morning of Wolfe’s first day, she woke up to light hitting her eyes, checked the time, it being “6:05 am”, and got up with a spring in her step from her excitement. She took a nice bath, put on a loose shirt, flannel and jeans, and went down for breakfast.

As usual, her parents were already down and she greeted them both with a peck on their cheeks. Her breakfast, being her favorite, was already set on the table as she sat down, and she then started eating.

“We’ll start heading to the platform at around...” said Mr. Locksley, looking at the wall clock. “...8:30 so that we’ll avoid the traffic.” Wolfe nods while chewing on her piece of bread then the three of them ate in happy chatter. Afterwards, Wolfe double checked on her things, just in case she forgot something, and headed down again with her trunks.

Leaving the trunks by the couch, Wolfe went to Faron, who was cuddled up to Jules, and softly cooed at the sight. She slowly walked closer to the pair again.

“Faron, you need to get up,” said Wolfe softly to the sleeping bird.

The said bird started to stir and he stretched his wings out as he woke up. Faron looked around and saw Wolfe, he then nipped on her hair affectionately.

“Morning to you too, love. You can have your breakfast first before I can place you in your cage, Dad said we’re leaving in about 2 hours,” said Wolfe as she petted Faron.

Faron nodded, as if understanding her, and flew to his feeder. Wolfe went to the kitchen after that to help her mother so she can kill time wisely.

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As the clock hit 8:28, the Locksleys had already put Wolfe’s trunk in the boot of the car and started the ride to King’s Cross station. On the way there, Wolfe was bouncing her leg in excitement and nervousness.

“You okay there, sport?” asked Mr. Locksley, taking notice of his daughter’s nervousness through the rear view mirror.

“Yeah, just excited is all,” said Wolfe back, smiling widely.

Mrs. Locksley chuckles, “You’ll be fine, I know it.”

“Thanks Mum, I’ll do my best when I’m there,” said Wolfe.

“I know you will, hun.” said Mrs. Locksley, giggling.

Mr. Locksley smiled at the interaction between his wife and daughter and soon after that, the conversation went from what Wolfe’s expectation were of her school year to Mr. Locksley’s experience in Hogwarts for the rest of the car ride. The traffic was fairly decent that day so when they arrived, it was 10:23 and this made Wolfe very nervous from the thought of being late. Her parents reassured her that they were just in time before the train actually left.

In the train station, the Locksleys went to the very familiar pillar in between platforms nine and ten. Wolfe already knew what to do, from watching the older Weasleys before, but was slightly intimidated from it being her first time going through as a student. She then felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up at her father.

“Together now, love,” said Mr. Locksley, telling both his daughter and wife.

“Together,” responded Mrs. Locksley then all three held unto the cart and rushed into the wall, Wolfe closing her eyes in slight fear.

Once she opens her eyes again from slowing down, she sees the familiar sign of “Platform 9 3/4″ then families loading their belongings into the also familiar train within the platform.

“Let’s look for Ginny and the others, Mum, Dad!” said Wolfe, trying to look above the crowd of people, trying to spot the familiar redheads.

Swerving through the crowd, excusing herself to each individual, she thought that she would have seen the massive family by now. Then at 10:50, the conductor shouted, “All aboard!”, then the crowd started to disperse. Children going into the train, parents saying their goodbyes to them, Wolfe started to panic a bit.

Mrs. Locksley noticing this, stopped Wolfe gently by the shoulder. “It’s alright, Wolfe. It might be that they’re just late,” reassured Mrs. Locksley.

“But we said that we’ll meet here today. Who am I supposed to sit with in the train now?” said Wolfe sadly and nervously.

“You can meet new friend here, it’s not that bad,” said Mr. Locksley, patting Wolfe’s head in comfort.

“Easy for you to say, you can easily approach people...” mumbled Wolfe.

“I know, sport, but can you do this on your own? For us?” replied Mr. Locksley, looking at Mrs. Locksley then smiling softly at Wolfe.

Seeing this, Wolfe smiled a small smile and nodded meekly.

“That’s the spirit,” said Mr. Locksley, pecking his daughter on the forehead. “Now go on then, sport, you might not have any seats left for yourself.”

Wolfe nods and pecks both of her parents goodbye and waves to them as she goes unto the train.

“Make sure to write to us!” shouted Mrs. Locksley.

“I will!” shouted Wolfe back.

Wolfe looks back, waving at her parents one last time before boarding the train. Dragging her things, she continuously looked right for any empty compartments while also trying not to make eye contact with anyone inside. Fortunately, she was able to find one as soon as the train started.

Entering the compartment, she started lifting her belongings to the shelves above. Unfortunately, one of her trunks fell off as the train shook rather harshly but was caught by a passerby.

“Oops, be careful there,” said the stranger to Wolfe.

“Sorry about that, didn’t mean to trouble you,” said Wolfe back, taking the trunk and putting it up properly.

“It’s not a problem, we were just looking for a place to sit,”

“We?” asked Wolfe.

“Yeah, me, my brother and sister, mind if we sit here?” said the stranger, pointing at two others.

“There’s no problem to that, I could use a bit of company,” said Wolfe.

The three siblings starting piling in with their belongings, this was also the time when Wolfe took their appearances while she helped them.

The one who saved her bag was the tallest among the three, dirty blonde hair and sported, from what Wolfe knew, the Gryffindor colors. The brother was most likely the middle child, being the second tallest. He had dark brown hair and was sporting the Ravenclaw colors. The sister was the shortest, noting that she was almost as tall as her. She had brown hair and also sported Gryffindor colors. All three had a nice set of green eyes each.

Once everyone settled down, an awkward silence followed with it. Luckily, the eldest started the introductions to lessen the awkwardness.

“Sorry for not introducing ourselves, I’m Dean Winchester,” said the stranger, now known as Dean. “and these are my siblings, Sam and Rey.”

The younger siblings nod and wave respectively.

“I’m Wolfe Locksley, pleasure to meet you!”

“Wolfe? As in the wild dog?” asked Rey.

“Yup, that with an ‘e’ in the end,”

Rey nods then Sam speaks up.

“Interesting name you got there but, is that your actually name?”

“No, it’s a nickname to me. My actual name is Akito Adolfo.”

“Now I get it! Unique name, very unique,” snapped Sam happily.

Rey and Dean look at him in amusement then the latter looks back at Wolfe.

“Anyways, is this your first year at Hogwarts, Wolfe?” said Dean.

“Yup! I’ve been waiting for this practically my whole life!” said Wolfe enthusiastically but quickly became nervous. “But what if I mess up?”

Dean chuckles, “Well, if it makes you feel better, it’s Rey’s second year at Hogwarts and she got lost a couple of times last year.”

“The castle is big, okay?” said Rey, pouting at Dean but turns to Wolfe soon after.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Anyways, what house do you think you’re going in?”

“Well, I was thinking Gryffindor since my Dad was in it but who knows for sure?” said Wolfe, shrugging.

“Well, that’s alright. Sometimes you get what you least expect, just don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll be sorted into an amazing house,” said Rey, smiling.

Wolfe begins to ponder and turns sullen, asking shyly, “Will you guys still be okay with me if I’m sorted into Slytherin...?”

The Winchesters turn silent. Wolfe feels her stomach drop sadly then she started fidgeting with the cushions nervously. She knows the reputation of the Slytherins to be bad but, she didn’t expect it to be that bad.

“Of course we will! You seem to be a nice person and I don’t think you’ll turn out like those pompous snakes,” said Dean, ruffling Wolfe’s hair in comfort. “We’ll make sure of it, right guys?”

Both Sam and Rey nod at her, the latter smiling softly.

Wolfe stares in awe and relief. She didn't expect that type of answer from a person she just met a few moment ago but she was grateful nonetheless.

“Thanks, Dean. You don’t know how much that makes me feel better for myself,” said Wolfe.

“You’re very welcome,” said Dean, flashing a soft toothy smile.

For the next couple of hours, Wolfe and the Winchesters continue to talk, their topics range from past experiences the Winchesters had during their stay in Hogwarts and slight comfort for Wolfe, who suddenly felt the nervousness come back once she realized that she could mess up anytime during her stay.

Soon the train halted to a stop. Wolfe, now wearing her school robes, started walking out with the Winchesters and also hoping to see Ginny once she goes down. Once down the train, she hears a vaguely familiar voice calling, “Come now, first years! Don’t be shy-!”

Wolfe turns to the Winchesters and says, “I guess I have to go...since I’m a first year, is all...”

“Don’t worry, we’ll see each other in a bit,” said Dean.

“Good luck, Wolfe,” said Rey, waving as she and her brothers went into another direction.

“Have fun!” shouted Sam.

Wolfe waves back before turning to the first years gathered in front of a giant, which she recognized as Hagrid from the Flourish and Blotts incident. She also spots a certain redhead a few paces up front and scurries to meet her, excusing herself to any of the other first years.

“Ginny!” whisper-shouted Wolfe, grasping the said girl’s shoulders once she arrives behind her.

“Wolfe! Where have you been? We were looking all over for you in the train, said Ginny.

“Where have I been? Where were you a while ago? I was there 30 minutes before the train departed,” said Wolfe.

Before Ginny could reply, Hagrid spoke loudly but gently.

“Well first years, bet yer excited to see the school, ey? So step right up and follow me!”

With his lamp, he guided the first years to a dock of some sort. It had a few dozen boats docked in it.

“Three students per boat. Careful and watch yer step,” said Hagrid.

Wolfe and Ginny immediately went on one of the boats while the vacant seat of it was taken by a blonde girl, who seemed to be in her own little world at the moment.

“Everyone in?” shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself, looked at the students to double check. “Right then! FORWARD!”

The fleet of boats moved along the lake silently, following Hagrid, and soon the dark waters were lit up by a light source up ahead. In front of them was the magnificent sight of the Hogwarts castle in all its glory. Wolfe was stunned speechless and she couldn’t stop looking at it, her father told stories to her about how the school looked but nothing could have prepared her for the actual sight of it.

“Head down!” yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff. They all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out unto rocks and pebbles.

“I’m guessing ye all enjoyed that” chuckled Hagrid, checking on the boats as the students climbed out of them. “Come on then, that’s just the beginning of it.”

Once everyone was out, they walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around a huge, oak front door.

“Everyone here?” said Hagrid, double checking. He nods and faces the castle doors, raises his gigantic fist, and knocks on it three times.

The door swings open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face that made Wolfe cower a bit, making her scoot a bit more to Ginny.

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” said Hagrid.

“Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here,”

She then pulled the entrance wide. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches, the ceiling was too high to reach, and a marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. The sights awed Wolfe as more were seen.

They followed Professor McGonagall across flagged stone floors, Ginny and Wolfe murmured their amazement to each other. Soon they reached a doorway, Wolfe could hear a drone of hundred of voices from the other side. Professor McGonagallled the first years into a small, empty chamber away from the hall while the students crowded in, standing closer together the they would usually have done.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” said Professor McGonagall. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have your house dormitory, and will spend free time in your house common room.”

“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards alike. While you are in Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points while any rule breaking will make you lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be at your best to whichever house you enter in.”

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest fixing yourselves as much as you can while waiting.”

She scans the bunch, stopping at particular students Wolfe doesn’t, obviously, recognize. Ginny starts brushing down her hair from the professor’s statement and Wolfe reassures her in whisper that she looks fine.

“I shall return when we are ready for you,” said Professor McGonagall. “Please wait here quietly.”

Wolfe breathes out air she didn’t know she was holding in and turns to Ginny, noticing her still fidgeting with her hair and robes, “Gin, you’re fine. Your robes are the same as everyone else in the room and your hair is as flawless as ever. What’s with the fixing?”

“I’m just nervous...all the “what ifs” are going through me and I want to make a good first impression...”

“You’re going to be fine, Gin. I bet everyone here is having the same thoughts as you are. I am to be honest,” said Wolfe, holding Ginny by her shoulders. “The main difference is that you can step up from this and do your best, and besides I’ll be here with you so don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.”

“Thanks, Wolfe. Really. I don’t know what I’ll do without you right now,” said Ginny, ceasing her fidgeting and smiling softly back at Wolfe.

“I do my best for the both of us so don’t mention it,” chuckled Wolfe, grinning even.

Wolfe removes her hands from Ginny’s shoulders then suddenly feels a presence watching her. She looks around, finding no one remotely looking at her direction.

Ginny noticing her friend’s odd behavior, she asks, “You okay, Wolfe?”

“Yeah, I just had a sneaking suspicion that someone’s watching me...” said Wolfe, eyes squinted while still panning around the room for any onlookers.

Ginny looks around, also finding no one staring. “Guess you were just imagining things?”

“Yeah, I guess...” said Wolfe, shrugging it off but keeping her guard up for anything.

Soon after that, the entrance to the chamber revealed that Professor McGonagall had returned. “Come now, form a line. The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin.”

The students immediately lined up behind the professor and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

Once again, Wolfe was awed to silence. The hall was huge, lit up by thousands of candles floating midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were already sitting. There were translucent figures floating near them, which confused and made her curious on what they were. The ceiling looked like it was the night sky outside, as if there wasn’t a ceiling at all. Up front was a long table where the teachers sat. Wolfe’s father told stories about all this but it did not do justice to the actual thing.

Professor McGonagall led the students to the front of the hall, where she placed a four-legged stool and a pointed wizard’s hat on top of it. It looked like it had better days with the patches and dirt on it.

Everything turned silent, Wolfe noticed that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat so she too stared, if in case something happened. A few moments passed, there was silence. Suddenly, the hat twitched, a rip near the base opened like a mouth then the hat started to sing; (credits to Redditor Governor_Humphries)

For centuries and ages back As far as I remember I’m brought out on a stool each year The first night of September The first years put me on their head I say where they belong But first you must indulge me in Expository song

The song, you see is more than just A stodgy old tradition It also helps me better to Fulfill my steadfast mission. I primarily sort first years, but I also feel the need To help out the entire school So older ones take heed!

I try, each year to clarify Enlighten and alert you To each house’s history And character and virtue See, views about the Houses Four Are oftentimes distorted So here I am, the Sorting Hat And I will get you sorted!

From those who are in one’s own house Your sisters and brothers You take a bright view of yourselves A dim one then of others But I have seen in ALL your heads And so am qualified to Say where you’ve got your houses right And where you have been lied to

For Ravenclaw, the story goes It’s brains and nothing more For Gryffindor, it’s dash and verve With sense thrown out the door For Slytherin, I’ve heard it said What matters most is blood And Hufflepuff, it seems that oft Their very name is mud

Admittedly, each point contains A kernel of some truth But mostly malice, ignorance And bigotry and ruth These misconceptions harm us all So I’ll explain to you Step-by-step just how I go On sorting like I do

The FIRST thing that I look into Is not your brains or heart Nor blood, nor skin, nor big left toe No, that’s not where I start What strikes me first is not your deepest Innermost desire Nor skills, nor your abilities --It’s whom you most admire.

Houses, you see, are here for you To find your motivation They’re not to dwell on who you are But aid in aspiration So treasure wit, or verve, or sweat Or wielding pow’r effectively? Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff And Slytherin, respectively

Treasure wit, but have wit now? It’s Ravenclaw, despite it For all have wit in some small form So best to go ignite it For in emulating those Whose qualities you dream of You grow to be a you your friends May grow to have esteem of

The SECOND thing I look into Is still not heart or brains Though all those things come into play A central fact remains: At eleven, oftentimes Such things have not developed They’ll grow accordingly to the house In which they enveloped.

For instance, take a child who May right now be a coward But put her into Gryffindor And she’ll become empowered Or take a child who’s early on Behind in all his studies In Ravenclaw, he’ll study hard To keep up with his buddies

A lazy child in Slytherin May learn to be ambitious A friendless child may find the warmth Of Hufflepuff propitious I put very little stock into Eleven-year-old deeds It’s not the house the child best fits --It’s which the child most needs.

From there I must admit that it’s Less science and more art And everything from favorite food To shoe size plays a part But here the school doth ever hear A house called in my voice I always give the boy or girl, if they desire --A choice.

And thus, I say, as Sorting Hat I’ve never yet been wrong For it’s you, oh so much more than me Who say where you belong I’m here to help, to prod, to poke To nudge you if it’s needed And if you’re happy with my choice I’ll know that I’ve succeeded

But that is not so hard a thing For this is the reality: The house in which I place a child Is not that child’s totality For many, most, or all of you Though you love your house best You would have found an equal love In any of the rest.

The other houses’ flaws you see Are mirrored in your own And virtues that your own house has The others all have known Divided houses hurts the school So let me be emphatic: The differences between you are Just idiosyncratic.

Badger, lion, eagle, snake Red or yellow, green or blue, None of these are vital to What makes you really you The sorting will start very soon But I want this understood: Though I quarter students every year, You should not think it’s good.

That’s not to say that sorting’s bad (I’d quit if that was so) But there’s more, much more to Hogwarts than The House to which you go But that’s enough from me just now My warning’s been imparted There’s first years who need sorting out Let’s get the sorting started!

Once the song ended, the hall burst into applause. It bowed to each of the four tables before turning immobile again.

Wolfe felt Ginny press herself unto her and she responded by wrapping an arm around her and rubbed her arm in comfort. She knew Ginny was just having her first day jitters, Wolfe had it too but she concealed it better than her friend. Unfortunately, her facade almost crumbled once she heard what Professor McGonagall said.

“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.”

Professor McGonagall pulls open the parchment paper she was holding and started to read out loud, “Creevey, Colin!”

A mousy-haired boy walked over to the stool in mild haste. The hat was placed over him and a few moments of silence passed by before --

“GRYFFINDOR!” shouted the hat. The table in the far left exploded in cheer as some stood up to greet their new housemate.

Wolfe’s thoughts started to run wild, “What if the hat rejects me and I’ll be embarrassed?”

“Harper-!”

“SLYTHERIN!” shouted the hat. Another table, one that was in the far right, cheered for him as he hastily went to it. 

“What if I really am a Slytherin and people won’t like me anymore...?”

“Kirchner, Leo!”

“SLYTHERIN!” said the hat as another student goes to the table at the very right.

“What if...?”

“Locksley, Adolfo!”

Wolfe gasps quietly as her name is called. Ginny nudges her tightly to get her attention, and it does. Wolfe then proceeds hastily to the stool.

Once the hat was on her head, she feels it slowly slipping down her forehead, revealing that it was a wee bit big for her. She nervously giggles but lets it slide, her focus should be on the sorting.

“Another Locksley, hmm?” said a small voice. “Your family is a wild card, indeed they are. You have your father’s bravery but you also have intelligence, your grandmother has that too. You also have loyalty, something common amongst you Locksleys. Cunning isn’t your strong suit, unfortunately...”

“I would place you in Slytherin, it could help with your lack of ambition.”

Wolfe fidgets and meekly replies to the small voice, “Can I be sorted into a different house...?”

“A different house, you say? And what house do you suggest, young Locksley?” replied the small voice.

That moment Wolfe began to think, she wasn’t one for decision-making but her answer will affect her stay in Hogwarts, for better or worst. She then decided on it and answered the small voice mentally.

“If you are very sure then so be it...” said the small voice.

“Here we go...” said Wolfe to herself.

“...HUFFLEPUFF!” said the hat then the table to the right exploded in cheer.

Wolfe sighs and smiles in relief before rushing over to the table, She sits a little bit ways from the main group of Hufflepuffs from being shy until a stout-looking boy with blonde hair beckoned her over to them. She shyly scoots over to the group and stays silent, the blonde girl with pigtails of the group speaks up.

“Hey...uhm...Adolfo, is it? Welcome to Hufflepuff.”

Others join her in greeting.

“Yeah, welcome to Hufflepuff house.”

“Welcome Adolfo!”

“Nice to see a new face --ack --!”

Wolfe looks up a bit and notices the one who beckoned her over slumped up, clutching his stomach. The guy beside him glaring daggers at him.

“If you say it like that, it’ll sound weird.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Boys, don’t overwhelm her,” said the blonde girl.

Wolfe smiles, “Thanks for welcoming me, I was a bit nervous of meeting my housemates. Thought they might make fun of me or something.”

“Why’s that?” said the boy with dark hair of the group.

“Oh ummm... nothing...” said Wolfe suddenly.

“You can tell us, Adolfo,” said the dark-haired boy.

“Don’t pry at her about it, it wasn’t brought up so it’s not needed,” said the hazel-haired girl.

“And besides, we haven’t introduced each other,” said the blond girl. “I’m Hannah Abbot.”

“I’m Susan Bones,” said the hazel-haired girl.

“I’m Justin Finch-Fletchley and this blabbering imbecile is our friend Ernie Macmillian,” said the dark-haired boy.

“Hey! I’m not an imbecile!” retorted the blonde, now known to her as Ernie.

Wolfe giggles lightly, “Nice to meet you all.”

Susan nods, “Likewise.”

“Nice to meet you too, Adolfo. You’re gonna fit in nicely in Hufflepuff house,” said Ernie.

Justin tries not to facepalm at Ernie’s statement, Susan and Wolfe giggle and Hannah chuckles, feeling second-hand embarrassment running through her.

“Thank you for letting me feel welcome... you didn’t have to but you still did,” said Wolfe, smiling softly at them.

Before anyone of the group says anything back at her, the sorting ended and a man, whom Wolfe recognizes as Albus Dumbledore, stands up beaming at the students. The hall grows silent while the headmaster starts by saying;

“Welcome, welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts! It is an absolute joy to see you all for another year but since I know you all want to start the banquet so...”

With two claps from his hands, food suddenly appeared in front of them all. There were piles of roast chicken, beef, lamb chops and steak to peas, carrots, and corn all throughout the long table. Wolfe immediately nabbed some of the one she like the most near her then chatter between everyone started and Wolfe happily joined in.

Midway in eating, Wolfe suddenly felt the same feeling of staring from a while ago. She slowly turns to find one of the first year Slytherins staring at her, who suddenly blushed but didn’t turn away. Wolfe smiles softly and raised her hand then waved at him, who in turn smiled and waved back.

Suddenly she saw someone all too familiar to her, Draco Malfoy sat right beside the first year and whispered something in his ear. The first year lowered his hand and continued eating, looking more timid than before, but Malfoy looked directly at her and sneered. Wolfe sneered back at him, remembering what happened in the Flourish and Blotts, then returned to eating. She had a feeling that that was not the end of the young Malfoy and her meeting as well as the mysterious first year beside him. 

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A/N: I like to thank @drew-winchester (the Winchester family) and @thelocksmith (Leo Kirchner) for letting me add their ocs into my fanfic.

Once again, thank you for reading this! Hopefully you didn’t mind the long chapter and the long wait, hope to see you next time. Take care!

[hopevalley]

Season End “Podcast” Episode

Hey guys. We (Sara/@trash-god​ and I/Manna) recorded the audio post last night. The very basic rundown is that we answered some questions and discussed some things. See the end of this post if you want an approximate list of topics. I don’t think we talked about anything too surprising (and frankly I feel like we didn’t even really dig into the meat of some topics at all, for whatever that’s worth).

I’ve uploaded the file to dropbox since it can handle a file this large without any real issue.

YOU CAN DOWNLOAD THE FILE HERE.

You have to download the file or add it to your own Dropbox account to listen to the entire thing (it’s 5.75 hours long lol) so be sure to do that if you actually want to hear it all.

Unfortunately our connection was pretty poor so I (Manna) ended up doing most of the talking and there are some awkward silences when we couldn’t tell if one or the other was about to speak (haha) but I think overall it turned out okay. It should at least be listenable, but I do apologize for not taking the time to edit it. I just don’t have the energy.

You should see the button here on the top right, at least if you’re using Chrome:

If you have any problems downloading the file, let me know, but my only other option is to upload it to YouTube and I’d rather not do that since it’s unpolished and unedited. ;)

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Topics discussed (under the ReadMore):

Allie’s Father (Dylan)

Allie’s Adoption

Nathan’s Inquiry

Helen Bouchard/The Manuscript

Barbershop + Fiona + Mike

Molly’s Pursuit of Bill

School Concerns

Dress Shop

Bill’s Uniform

The Triangle

Jesse and Clara

Faith and Carson

The Canfields

Henry’s Son + Christopher & Rachel

Lee and Rosemary

Ned and Florence

Other questions (in order):

1. What is your opinion on the show “remembering” and “including” all kinds of old things this season? For example, remembering Carson was a surgeon, mentions of Dottie and Abigail, adding Paul Jr as a character.

2. How do you think the historical accuracy side of things is holding up this season?

3. I miss the characters going without makeup and wearing clothes that suited their roles and positions in life better. :( What do you think about the show going back to that?

4. Come up with a fun plotline for S9 H-E-R style!

5. Who should Nathan end up with? If someone new, what type of personality would you choose for him?

6. How many seasons do you think WCtH will get in total? Will they make it past S10?

7. What character do you think was done the dirtiest by the series? How could it be fixed—if it can be?

8. Do you hope they bring back Christopher and Rachel?

9. What are your thoughts on the ‘faith’ aspect of the show (the religious one, not the character!) and do you think they’ll do more of that moving forward?

10. What do you think you’d do if you had to write a movie script for the next holiday movie for this series?

11. What do you think is ‘missing’ from the show? (Manna’s note: food & animals/pets like in Road to Avonlea, community feel outside of dire straits like the town meetings in Gilmore Girls, etc.)

12. How do you feel about adding more characters to the cast?

13. Which character do you think suffered the MOST in terms of writing quality this season, and which character got the best writing in comparison to the last few seasons?

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Questions I asked Sara:

1. Do you feel that certain aspects of the season (Faith wearing pants, Freedom-Alls on Rachel, Fiona helping out with the fire and saying “Does it have to be a man?”—among others) are genuine but…perhaps misguided attempts by Hallmark to look progressively feminist? How do you feel about it? Would you like more attempts at this? Fewer? Better-written attempts? Any examples of how they could do it better?

2. How do you feel overall about the character writing this season? Who came out with the best writing and who was taken out behind the nearest Hardee’s and beaten to death?

3. If you could erase one plotline in S8 to make more room for another plotline of S8, what would you choose to erase and what would get more screentime?

4. Talk about one improvement you saw in S8 over the previous season(s).

5. What’s one thing you miss from previous seasons that you wish would make it back onto the show in some way?

6. Do you think Elizabeth is the new Lorigail?

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Questions Sara asked me:

1. Why do you think they didn’t resolve the triangle with Elizabeth choosing herself instead of A Man? I almost believed they’d take that route when her gaze lingered on the title of her book.

2. What two actors currently on the show have the best chemistry?

3. Carson’s will-he-won’t-he-leave plotline consumed so much screentime and fostered nothing but a sense of annoyance. Do you think he’ll stay gone? How would you have written him off the show?

4. What do you think causes so many of the “heartfelt” scenes to come off cringey?

5. Do you think they’ll let Elizabeth stick with Lucas next season after all the vocal backlash?

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Broader (?) Topics (that we honestly didn’t have time to discuss in more detail sorry sorry):

1. What kinds of storylines would you like to see for the existing characters moving forward?

2. Opinions on Abigail coming back (played either by Lori or by someone else)?

3. The biggest complaint about the ending was actually the “resolution” to the triangle debacle (regarding the path to getting there being sloppily done/poorly received by fans). Is that a fair criticism? Is it just now that the show has failed the audience with its poor writing?

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I am not personally going to crosspost this to Twitter, Facebook, Reddit, Instagram, or any other platform, but I don’t mind if others do so, so feel free to pass the link around if you want.

And as always, let me know your thoughts/feel free to send follow-up questions. :)

Thanks for sticking around this season!

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.11

a/n: some well deserved fluff-of-some-sorts and yes surprise upload :)

warnings: this cannot be read solo, fluff(?)

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 12

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased​​ @infinite-universe-love​​ @dirtypride​ @blackymomo03​ @azzie @purple-rabanito @meximorrita​

The night had now settled and you were laying in bed. Scrolling through some news articles about any reported fires or small crimes that might lead to the Fukuo Kai. Your thumb merely brushed your phone past all the reports. This had been going on for almost an hour. Sure that nothing was worth noting, your eyes landed on to the green bomber jacket.

“Does it still smell like him?” Blinking your thoughts into existence, you dragged your body out of bed. Tiptoeing to reach the jacket, you had to hop a bit to grasp on to it. Still not accustomed to its weight, the jacket flopped to your face. The fragrance still there. “Holy shit. Wow.”

Walking back to your bed, you sat down and began to feel the material. It felt like a normal jacket even the purple fur felt no different than what you owned. A thought entered your mind. Turning the lights on, you wore the jacket and skipped to your mirror. Giggling at how large the jacket was, you zipped it up and wore the hood as well.

Grabbing your phone, you took a selfie. One where you hid your face behind your phone, the purple fur framing your head, and your fingers peeking through the sleeves; Making a peace sign. Your pyjama shorts barely showed.

Walking backwards, your kneepits hit the edge of your bed causing you to tumble onto the springy mattress. A playful smile resting on your face. It was hella unprofessional but he was a villain. He wouldn’t mind right? Of course he would.

Checking the time, it was still 11pm. Clicking send, you waited for his response. Not that you were expecting something but, he always managed to surprise you. Just as you were about to put your phone down, your phone vibrated.

Sitting up straight, you tightened your jaw in an attempt to contain a grin.

Birdman: Garbage wearing garbage. Can you get any lower than that?

You: Mean :(

Birdman: What else did you expect?

You: Perhaps a picture in return?

Birdman: No.

Unzipping the jacket, you tucked yourself back into bed. You could feel heat traveling to your cheeks but merely dismissed it as the air conditioning messing up your body temperature. Inhaling his scent, you began to read the exchange of messages you two had. Barely any messages but it was enough to make you feel giddy.

Stretching your limbs, you groaned at forgetting to turn the lights off. Standing up once more, your feet dragged across the carpeted floor till the orange and yellow lights softly illuminated your room. Now that you were back in your bed, you got into a comfortable position and slowly drifted off to sleep.

That is till your phone buzzed. Reaching for it with your eyes closed, you unlocked it and your eyes widened.

What met your eyes was a picture the Birdman sent himself. His molten gold eyes ever so intoxicating, his right brow cocked upwards, and his auburn hair a bit messier than normal. There was something wrong with the picture but you couldn’t tell what it was. His hands were free from the latex gloves and his smooth cheek peeked--

“Wait…” Realizing that it was simply his hand covering the half of his face, your hands began to tremble. Losing the grip you had on your phone, the device landed straight on your nose. Rubbing your nose, you groaned and tried to ease the pain.

“Problem child?” His voice broke the silence of your room. Your head jerked to your phone. Your god damn nose must’ve hit the call button when it fell. Not sure what to do, you considered the action of ending the call. No. You had pride.

“Sorry. My phone fell and pressed call.” You apologized. Heartbeat banging loudly in your eardrums.

“When will you learn?” His voice wasn’t muffled, even over the line. “Get some sleep. I shall see you tomorrow.”

“Hey, Birdman. I have a question.”

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to answer it though. And, this is off the record.” Were you really going to invade his privacy? You two had just exchanged pictures so the line had already been crossed. Either that or you were just sleepy. “Yeah, nevermind. Forget I asked.”

On the other line, Overhaul already knew what you wanted to ask. It was as clear as the disinfectant in front of him. Still, you didn’t force him so why should he bother. If you knew him as ‘Birdman’ then so be it.

“Suit yourself.” Waiting for your response, all he could hear was your breathing. This would have to be the first time someone had the audacity to fall asleep while on the phone with him. Shaking his head, Overhaul decided to end the call. But he still chose to say: “Good night, (Y/N).”

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The morning now arrived and you woke up smelling faintly of expensive perfume. Taking his jacket off, you neatly folded it and placed it on the empty side of the bed. Checking for any notifications or email, you had received 5 and the day had only just begun. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and began the day.

In the blink of an eye, you were now seated in your desk. Adjusting your schedule since Burnin had managed to clear a slot for you 4 days from now. Everything was going smoothly till your nose picked up an unfamiliar scent. Roses but with small notes of leather? Pivoting your chair, you swallowed your saliva when you were met with the chief.

Dragging the empty chair next to you, he sat down and placed a cup of coffee on your table. A small note attached to the side not facing you made you squint your eyes.

“A coffee a day, melts your heart away.” He greeted you.

“Yeah. That’s not how the saying goes.” Eyeing the coffee, you forced a smile. “I already had my daily dose but thank you for the thought.”

Patting your back followed by a squeeze to the shoulder, he stood up and left you. As he walked towards his office, you turned the cup and cringed at the note he had written. In his iconic scribbly penmanship, he wrote down: ‘For my sweetcheeks. Think of me when you sip this.’

Turning on your selective sight, you turned the cup once more. Choosing to believe that the note had never existed.

Glancing at the clock, it was now 15 minutes till 10.

The Shie Hassaikai base would take 30 minutes from where you were. Still needing to buy an earpiece, you packed your things and made your way to the nearest electronics store. The stop was quick and smooth, thankfully.

Now inside your car, pulling the sun visor down, you checked your reflection to see if you were presentable. Immediately grabbing a lipstick, you added color to your pale face and began the drive.

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Walking down the dark hallways, you stared at the raincoat wearing man in front of you. The area wasn’t that cold so it must’ve been hot underneath that material. It was rather tempting to fake a trip and tug his hood down but you wanted to live so you chose not to.

“He’s in here.” He opened the door for you.

Inside the room, you were met with Overhaul. One second of seeing him and your heart quickly began to pick up its speed. The way his eyes followed your every movement made you want to curl into a fetus and fangirl scream but staring games were fun. Eye contact was made till you sat on the sofa across him.

“Shall we get started?”

Taking the box from your bag, you placed it on the table and set the device up. When everything was ready, you were about to hand over the earpiece but stopped midway. Overhaul observed as you rummaged through your bag and took out a pair of latex gloves.

“Mocking me now?” He commented.

“Of course not.” You took the earpiece and handed it to his open palm. “I just thought that you wouldn’t want to touch my palm.”

Wearing the earpiece, you were able to connect the device and confirmed that he could hear the prompt that it was connected. Now it was time for the real deal. Taking the earpiece off, you watched as he overhauled his glove along with the device. Looking at your phone, the connection was now disconnected.

“Give it a few minutes just to be sure.” You instructed. Not wanting to have any dead air, you began a conversation. “You’re not wearing the plague mask today.”

“Lunch was planned for today and all my tasks are indoors. I see no need to wear it as of the moment.” He intertwined his fingers and leaned on to the chair. Resting his head on the back of the sofa, your eyes fell down to his neck. When he faced you once more, you noticed a small scar on his forehead.

“You got injured?” You had failed to see that in the picture he had sent.

“I met up with the League of Villains yesterday.” The slight twitch in his eye made you wish you hadn’t asked. “Things escalated hence the small reminder of that day.”

“Intimidation? From that small thing?” Your voice laced with teasing.

“I lived to tell the tale and destroyed 2 of their pawns.” He eyed your reaction to which he couldn’t tell what they were. Your guard was up but he was somehow thankful it was. Looking at his palm, he restored the device along with his glove. Staring back at you, he wore the earpiece once more as you tried to check if the device worked.

“It works.” You kept your phone and told him to keep the device. “Now, onto the real business. Where’s the food?”

“Mimic.” He called for one of his minions. The door opened and the small creature came with a trolley of a full on meal. A paper bag was there as well that had the logo of where your favorite food comes from. Chrono came in as well to help set the food. Once everything was set, the two of them left.

The food he had brought was enough for a mukbang. An expensive set of washoku was set in front of you. In your mind, you took note that perhaps Overhaul liked traditional Japanese food. Both of you said itadakimasu and he motioned for you to start eating.

Grabbing the bowl of rice, you began to attack the tempura. The juiciness of the shrimp was amazing and you could tell that this was ordered from a very expensive restaurant. Wanting to try some sushi, your chopsticks held on to a piece of temaki. The burst of delicate flavors made you shut your eyes to fully savor the taste.

Overhaul simply stared at how you attacked the food. Finding it rather amusing, he reached for a shrimp nigiri and munched on it.

“If you constantly have this for lunch, fit me into your schedule~” You thought out loud. Eyes still focused on the food.

“Don’t get used to it.” He replied and took a sip of his water.

“Mean.” You tore your gaze from the food and caught your breath. The man sitting across from you was in the middle of putting his glass down. The food you were currently chewing lost all its flavor. It almost felt as if some cheesy song played in the background while the world around you slowly began to move in slow motion. Feeling your jaw about to drop, you immediately caught it and swallowed the bland food.

“Are you enjoying the meal?” He asked. His canary yellow eyes staring at you.

“Yeah. The food is really hot.” You could feel your cheeks gathering heat. It was not helping one bit that the face you were so used to seeing partially covered was now fully exposed and smirking at your statement. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe till you took in a deep breath.

“The meeting with the Fukuo Kai will take place in 5 days.” He informed you. Overhaul kept on sharing information about the case but your ears failed you. All your mind focused on was how this villain was hiding such a pretty face under the mask. He stopped talking and noticed how you were staring intensely at him. Saying your name, he was only met with a nod. “Let’s have dinner the night before to finalize your plans.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Problem child.”

“Absolutely.” The way his lips moved to say those words were enough to make you awestruck.

“Chisaki Kai.” He wanted to test just how zoned out you were.

“Whut?” Realizing that you had zoned out for too long. You shook your head and snapped back to reality. Somehow, the information he had stated a while made it to your brain save for one. “ Chisaki Kai? Is that a new gang of yakuza?”

Face palming at your remark, he ushered you to continue eating. Perhaps taking his mask off was a wrong move. But, the redness of your cheek and how you were a mess was something he liked. Something he’d like to see more often if given the chance. Who was he kidding? Of course he’d have all the chances in the world. He would be the one to make them.

“Hurry and finish eating.” He instructed. “I still have tasks waiting for me.”

“Fine, Chisaki.” For once, you caught him off guard. Giving him a wink, you somehow survived long enough before burying your face in food once more. Just in time for your cheeks to flush even more.

“Well played, Problem child.”

Chrono and Mimic were on stand by outside the room. Simply chatting about what might be happening. The door suddenly opened and they stood in attention, their heads followed as their boss led you down the halls himself. Not sure what to do, the two of them followed suit.

Observing how his boss walked you all the way to your car was a sight he would forever relish. A mere seconds out without his mask, he would’ve complained about the filthiness surrounding him. Yet, he was still staring at THE Overhaul sending a girl to her car. For a moment, his mind went back to the old days.

Once your car was out of view, Chrono was now walking side by side with him. Both of them on their way to the laboratory. The mask now back on hiding his features.

“Kai.” If he would die here and then, it would be worth it. Overhaul stared at his right hand man in the corners of his eye. Giving him permission to speak. Not expecting the reaction, he had to shake his head a bit to remember his next statement. “You showed her your face.”

“You were right, Kurono. She has peaked my interest.”

Meanwhile, as you were driving your way back to the precinct, your finger tapped on the wheel as you waited for Gei to answer.

“Yas bibi? What can I do?” Gei answered after a while.

“You were right…”

“I know I am. But about what exactly?”

“He really is a 5 star Michellin meal served in the finest China the world can offer.” You wailed.

“OH GLORY OF QUEEN TODRICK. SPILL!”

You were about to say that you saw his face but another call was trying to connect. Putting Gei on hold for a while, your ears were met with the chief’s.

“Drop by my office. Now.”

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was the fluff okay? i hope it was xD

do you guys have any questions? feel free to comment and ill gladly answer them :) take care and i hope you guys like this chapter <3

[dreamofbetterthings]

“Stay.” James T. Kirk x reader

Celebrity: James T. Kirk (played by Chris Pine)

Movie: (Kelvin Timeline Star Trek, Star Trek: Into Darkness, and Star Trek: Beyond)

Prompt: 9. "Stay"

Spoilers: None, this doesn't take place during any of the films.

Summary: The mission went wrong. Terribly wrong. Everyone made it back on the Enterprise, but unfortunately, someone was hurt. 

Warnings: ANGST UP TO THE EYES PEOPLE

A/N

I have been MIA for a long while, and I apologize. I'm going through a pretty tough patch right now, so please bear with me. I'll try and start uploading regularly again. This is part of the #Lovermrjokerr8kchallenge They recently reached 8k followers on here. I love their work, and they deserve all the love in the world. Go ahead and check them out. @lovermrjokerr​ Thank you for letting me be a part of this, congrats again on 8k followers! BTW what is said in the gif isn’t actually in the story. This was literally the only image I could find of that scene that fit. This is a little different than how I normally write, so feel free to let me know what you think.

Tuesday 3:00 PM

You look down at your shaky hands and feel sick to your stomach. They're stained dark. It was the color of wine Uhura drank too much of a couple of nights before. The sensation of excessive heat burning through your body at one time. It was the feeling of knowing that something was wrong. Going over to the sink in the room, you scrub your hands as your life depended on it. Under your nails, up to your elbows, and anywhere there was still crimson. Despite your hands being clean, you still scrubbed until your hands went numb. After drying them off, Bones walked into the room and you made your way over to him. 

"How is he Leonard?" His jaw tensed. You never called him by his real name unless something serious happened. He sighed and motioned towards the door. "If you didn't jump in when you did, then he'd still be bleeding out. We sewed up the gash you found and checked for any others, but we only found the one. I made an antidote from the bullet you brought back and gave it to him. We're going to do a couple of tests as soon as his symptoms go away, just to be sure he's in stable condition. If we tried doing it now then we could risk a flare-up." You nodded and glanced towards the door. "Can I go see him?" A small frown appears on the doctor's face and you have your answer. "Not right now. I'm sorry. Once the antidote fully takes effect, then you should be able to stay with him." His PADD goes off and he gives your hand a small squeeze before going back into the room.

Tuesday 6:00 PM

A flat-line broke the silence in the room and you were up and alert. Leonard instantly came out of the room knowing that you would want to go in. He held you in place while you tried to move past him aggressively. "Let me go...please. I see to see him." Tears brimmed your eyes as you tried to enter the room. Making eye contact with you, he forced you to stop. "Look, you've done more than enough to help him. Right now, I need you to stay out here or everything we did...everything you just did would have been for nothing. I'll come and get you as soon as I can, but I need you to stay here for me, and for him. Please." You glance behind him but quickly close your eyes, feeling the tears falling down your face. Giving him a nod, you reluctantly step away and go sit down. As long as Leonard has been your friend, he has never seen you so heartbroken. So vulnerable. He gives you one last look before hearing a nurse call out "Doctor McCoy! He's still crashing!" and running back into the room.

Thursday 10:00 PM

You didn't want to sleep, but that seemed to be the only option at the time instead of pacing around the room. You were still in the clothes from your mission, not wanting to go change in case he was awake. You felt a gentle shake of your shoulder, causing your eyes to open. Leonard was standing over you with a cup of water in his hand. "I would have woke you up earlier, but you looked like you needed the rest." Groggily sitting up from the now very uncomfortable spot in the chair, he hands you a cup of water. After drinking practically the whole cup, you ask "How long was I out?" He checks his watch. "About four hours." Your eyes widen for a moment before mumbling, "I guess I did need some sleep." Leonard nodded and there was a silence before he spoke up again. 

"He's alright. He flat-lined again after you went to sleep, but we got him back. All of his symptoms are gone, but now he needs two pints of blood to replace what he lost earlier. I really hate to ask this of you, but I know you're a universal donor. Do y-" You cut him off and give him a small nod. "I already know, and I'll do it." Leonard suddenly becomes even more serious. "If we do this, then I have to watch over your vitals too. I don't expect anything bad to happen, but I can't take any chances. I had someone on my team swap the chairs with the couch in the waiting room, so you have something a little bit more comfortable to sit on." 

After a quick stretch to loosen your stiff body, you follow Leonard into the medbay. You go to a room in the back and that's when you ultimately get a chance to fully see him without all the medical personnel. Cautiously walking over to the side of the bed, you get a good look at his face for the first time. His name finally being able to slip from your lips. 

"Jim."

He looked awful. Thin wires of ash and blue flames crawled up his neck and passed by his sunken-in eyes. Almost as if he was sick and fighting for his life, and he finally lost. You took a seat on the couch, very happy to be on something that wasn't rock hard. Very hesitantly, you took Jim's hand in yours. It was almost stone-cold, but still, you hoped that they would return to their comfortable warmth. Leonard came over with all his materials and gave a nod. Giving him one in return, he got started. 

Friday 2:00 AM

You were growing restless. The transfusion worked, and the color returned to Jim's face, but he didn't wake up. Leonard said that it could take a few days for his body to fully function, but you couldn't stand not knowing for sure. You refused to leave his side, with the exception of Leonard forcing you out to change out of your mission clothes and into something else. Jim's hand was intertwined with your every hour of the day, wanting him to know that someone was here for him and that they weren't going anywhere. It was late, or early rather, and you were still sitting on that couch holding Jim's hand while going through some paperwork you missed days before. It was too hard for you to concentrate on the stupid paperwork with everything going on. With a sigh, you closed the file and tossed the pen on the side table. You sat there for a while, just breathing. Just thinking. That's when you felt it. 

A squeeze on your hand. 

Sitting up and almost giving yourself a headache, you glanced back and forth between your hand and his still closed eyes. You whispered quietly. "Jim? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand again. Just a little squeeze. Okay?" You kept glancing at his hand in yours, waiting to feel the same sensation you were dying to feel again. After a couple of minutes of no response, you sighed and looked down, trying not to cry again. That's when you felt it the second time, only longer. You blinked the tears away and looked over at his hand in yours. Giving it a small squeeze yourself, you watch as his arm tenses up and does the same back to you. Looking at his face, you see his eyes trying to open, and that's when you get even more excited. "Yes Jim, yes! Open your eyes for me, please. I'm still here, I can feel you squeezing my hand. I won't go anywhere, but I need you to try and open your eyes." You can see his closed eyes darting around, almost like he was in REM sleep. It only takes a few moments, before you feel a strong grip on your hand, and then the unthinkable happens.

Jim's eyes open.

He blinks a few times to get used to the dim light in the medbay and starts to look around. Not wanting to crowd him, you lean back a little and let him finally make eye contact with you on his own. His eyes were calm, like flowing waterfalls, soft like the sky in the morning and sweet like biting into cotton candy. They were vibrant, they were open, and they were looking at you. Your lip quivers and those tears come back again. With a shaky voice, you call out to him, actually happy that he can answer. "J-Jim?" He gives you a small smile and whispers out,

“Hey." 

Before you break down and wrapped your arms around him. He was able to move his arms and put them around you just as tightly. His scent was as strong as a slap in the face and bit into your nose like an animal with sharp teeth. You couldn't comprehend anything else, so you could only say his name quietly over and over. You cried until salty tears were the only familiar taste on your tongue. But still, you hung onto your captain, and your friend, and practically dug your nails into his skin like he was all you had left. You got ready to get up and go get Leonard, but Jim leaned into your embrace and raspily whispered one word in your ear. "Stay." A smile found it's way onto your face for the first time in four days, and it couldn't have felt better. "I'm not going anywhere, Jim. I promise."

[daddystevee]

Crashing Down

(eventual steve harrington x hopper!reader)

Hah I’ve changed it to just being a Steve x reader fic 😅 Cuz Billy’s not really part of the picture anymore. Anyways hi I’m alive I just haven’t had the motivation to write. Idky. But uh this took me three days to write because I didn’t know how I wanted to write it. I also thought I was gonna be able to get more than one episode in here. I’ve also learned what a ‘slow burn’ fic is and this is indeed a slow burn fic. Anywho enjoy this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy ittt. And as always lmk if you wanna be tagged ;p also I’m sorry that there’s no keep reading mark im uploading from my phone at work and don’t know how to put it there. So I’ll just do it when I get home. Xx

catch up here

Warnings: none really?? Cursing?

Part 7/9?

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just come crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

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You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock going off, signaling that it was time for you to go to work. Rolling over from your stomach you slam your hand down on the noise maker, turning it off.

Not really wanting to get up and go do anything, you lie there in bed for a few extra minutes with your eyes closed. Hoping and praying that today will be a good day.

The thought of working with Steve during your shift makes it a little easier to get out of bed. Finally after procrastinating for what felt like forever you climb out of bed and make your way out of your room.

Upon walking in the kitchen you notice that your dad isn’t asleep on the couch like normal. You walk over to his bedroom door and knock a few times calling out to him. When you receive no answer, you push upon the door to reveal an empty bedroom.

You hum to yourself in annoyance and go to ask the girls if they want breakfast or if they wanna ride to the mall when you head off to work. You’re once again met with silence, so you carry on with your morning.

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When opening, Steve usually gets there a little bit early, so he can prep everything so before you get there so you aren’t so stressed out. But when you finally get there you notice that all of the lights are still out and the gate is still down, meaning Steve wasn’t there yet.

You lift the gate and go straight to the back to turn the lights on and get ready for the day. After an hour of working alone you start to wonder if Steve was ever going to show up.

‘Maybe he’s just running late..’ you say to yourself quietly and carry on with prepping.

Once it got closer to opening time, and Steve still wasn’t there you decided that it was probably time to give him a call and check on him.

The phone rings and rings and rings a few more times before you hang up and try again. After he doesn’t pick up the second time you call you decide to try Robin.

You call and the phone rings a few times and there’s no answer.

“What the hell?” you say aloud to yourself and you slam the phone back onto the receiver and go back out to the front.

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After working almost your whole shift on your own you slowly begin to feel overwhelmed.

“I can’t do this all by myself!” you say rather loudly and a few customers turn to look at you but aren’t too bothered by your words.

It was almost closing time anyways, so you did what you needed to do.

You walk over to the window and turn off the ‘OPEN’ sign and go back into the back and start cleaning up while the few people in the store finish eating and leave. As the last customer leaves you run over to the front and pull the gate down before anyone else can wiggle their way into Scoops.

As you walk back into the back room, you start to feel tears form into your eyes due to all of the stress. You brushed them away with the back of your hand and continued cleaning up so you could hurry up and go home.

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As you were headed to go locked the gate for the evening you thought about what El was up to since she or Max weren't home earlier that morning. You turn around walk back into the back to use the phone to call around and see where they might have ended up.

After a few phone calls you find out that all of the kids along with Nancy and Jonathan are at the Wheeler’s house. But are headed to the Holloway’s house. Instead of going straight home you decide to make an appearance at the Wheeler’s.

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Just as you pull up to their house they were all walking out of the house and getting into Nancy’s car.

“Hey guys wait up!” you yell as you jog over to the car and climb into the back with Will and Mike.

“So why exactly are we going to the Holloway’s?” you ask as Nancy begins to drive trying to catch up.

“To figure out if Heather and her family are flayed like Billy.” Max says turning around to face you.

“Holy shit..” you say in response.

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There you are standing in the exact same spot that you were standing in when you broke it off with Billy. You kind of feel bad knowing that the Billy you broke up with wasn’t ‘your’ Billy, but that doesn’t make up for how he had been treating you over the past few weeks.

You wait as Nancy rings the doorbell a few times, then when no one answers El uses her powers to unlock and open the door.

Upon walking in you notice how freezing cold it in and the insane smell of chemicals fills your nose.

“My god, what kind of shits been going on around here?” you ask but mostly to yourself.

You follow as everyone walks into the kitchen, but instead of staying you move on to the dining room.

“Guys!” you say as you notice how the dining room table still has food on it from the other night.

Everyone comes walking through the door and starts examining everything, but notice you crouched down looking at the carpet.

Nancy appears next to you and touches a spot on the carpet,

“Blood” she says softly and turns to look at you before turning to Jonathan.

“Yesterday, Tom had a bandage on his forehead.” Nancy says as you both look at the wine bottle with blood on it. “He was attacked.”

You all walk over to where it looks as if someone had been dragged away and follow the tracks out to the garage where you see the clear signs of someone being kidnapped. After some talking and brainstorming, you all head back out of the house and go to the hospital to somehow get Ms. Driscoll and ‘take her home’.

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After trying to get everyone upstairs and failing you decide to let Nancy and Jonathan go up to the room and you stay downstairs with the kids.You start to get this feeling that something about being here isn’t right. So you try to figure out a way for you to get upstairs to check on them

It took you a little while, but you finally notice that there is a bathroom down the hall where the elevators are. So you get an idea, and decide to ask where the receptionist where the bathrooms are, you're then on your way upstairs.

As you stepped out of the elevator, you noticed that the hallway was rather empty and awfully quiet. You then saw that some of the lights on patients doors were still flashing red, meaning that there were people who needed to be tended to.

As you carried on down the hallway you heard the sound of running and a loud slam that sounded like someone had slammed a door shut. You sped up and rounded the corner , you saw a man in a white shirt and black pants walking towards the stairwell.

“Hey! Excuse me sir! Is everything okay-” you said but as soon as you started yelling Heather’s father stepped out of one of the rooms and stopped you dead in your tracks as the other man carried on down the stairs.

He had black veins on his forehead, very similar to the veins that covered Billy the previous night in the sauna.

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right gorgeous” Tom says as he starts walking towards you in a quick manner.

You turn on your heels and run the other way, heading back to the elevators. You push the button to close the doors as much and as fast as you can as if that will make the doors close faster. Just as Tom comes into sight the doors finally close and you're headed down to the next floor.

The doors open and you step out to see a dead patient and doctor on the ground, soon after you see Jonathan and Nancy run by followed by the man in the white shirt.

You decide to stay put until you hear the elevator doors close and it starts to move. You followed after the three and heard Nancy calling for help coming from one way and loud bangs followed by groaning coming from the other way. You know that Nancy can handle herself well but decided that Jonathan might need some extra help in that moment.

As you slowly and quietly make your way down the hallway you finally come to the room where Jonathan and Tom were. You almost walked directly into the room but quickly slipped back out of the room and peered your head around the corner to watch.

Tom was standing looking over Jonathan before he picked him up and slammed him up against the wall, making him fall down in pain.

You moved back out of sight and covered your mouth with your hand to prevent yourself from gasping too loudly. Tears formed in your eyes and spilt over before you could even register what was happening. You cried quietly into your hand as you looked around the hall to see if there was anything useful.

‘What would Steve do?’ you thought to yourself.

Eyes darting around the hallway until you see one of the IV carriers and run over to it and pick up holding it upside down so the wheels are the point of contact.

“Yeah, this’ll do.”

You backed up against the wall and tightened your grip around the pole, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath in.

Just as you poked your head into the room Jonathan had his head slammed into the ground, knocking him out. Toms back was to you, so you took this as the opportunity to shoot your shot. You held up the IV pole and swung with all your might.

“Eat shit asshat” you spat at Tom.

He turned to look at you but was flung the other way by some force.

Just as you were getting ready to swing again, Jonathan had gotten up and grabbed the scissors that were on the floor and ran at Tom, stabbing him in the chest. His whole face turned black and because of the veins, and he fell to his knees and onto his chest.

Both you and Jonathan did nothing but look back and forth between each other and the now dead Tom on the floor. Just when you thought it was over, the lights started flashing and went out for a brief second. That never meant anything good.

Jonathan put his arm in front of you out of protection when Tom started moving around and his skin started.. Melting?

“Jonathan..” you felt tears form in your eyes as all of the melted skin started to move towards the door.

He turned and looked at you before slowly following it out the door and into the hallway. At the other end of the hallway you see that Nancy was dealing with the same situation. The two giant globs of human flesh met together in the middle of the hallway joining together to make one giant glob of flesh.

It grew bigger and bigger and started growing legs and making noises when suddenly the lights went out, and from the darkness came a loud screech. Tears were now flowing from your eyes from fear.

“Nancy!” you hear Jonathan scream, “Run!”

As Nancy tries running through a door, the boy next to you is trying to distract the ugly creature from devouring his girlfriend. Yelling and making as much noise as possible, but when that doesn’t work he takes off behind it.

You decide to stay put to make sure no other crazy shit sneaks up behind him. You look around and notice a phone on the wall. While keeping an eye on the direction Jonathan went, you run to the phone and call 911 and the phone rings endlessly.

When you had finally had enough of the phone you figure that it would be better to go downstairs and ask for help. You make a dash for the stairwell and run as fast as your feet can carry you. About a flight or two down you run into the kids who were coming up the stairs.

“Oh thank Jesus” you say as you turn back around and head up to where you just came from.

Running in front of the kids you made quick turns down multiple hallways to show the kids where Jonathan was busy trying to break down the window on a door. El walked up to the door and used her powers to send the door flying into the room.

“Jesus”

“What the fu-” you hear both Mike and Max say simultaneously.

El and the monster have a little battle which ends up with the Monster being sent flying out the window and onto the ground outside.

You and the kids run back and down the stairs to go outside to see what was going to happen to the monster, while Jonathan went in the room to check on Nancy. Once you all got outside the glob was making its way to the sewer drain, before disappearing. You turned to look at the others,

“What in the actual fuck?”

What you did know was that this could only the beginning.

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In My Head - Ch. 9 - Toxic

Warnings: arguing; cheating (But not Cheating, depends on whether you fall on the Ross or Rachel side of things) ; Trust issues

Pairings: Geralt X Reader x Bucky ; Bucky X Reader x Geralt ; Geralt x Reader ; Bucky X Reader

Summary: Girl dreams about boy, girl meets boy, chaos ensues.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this short little series. I love the witcher so much that i have bought the games and even the books so i can learn all the lore. please let me know what you think. I’ll be uploading a part a day until the end should be at most 10 parts.

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I sit on the bay window seat in Tony’s vacation home looking out it as the rain cascades down upon the window glass. After I returned Tony and Natasha thought it would be best if I took some time off. Tony offered his northern New York countryside villa and I leaped at the chance to get away and be by myself. It gave me a lot of time to be alone and think about what I really wanted.

Even though Bucky had wanted to see me after I got back, I had refused him. I had Steve tell him I was going to use the time he wanted apart to find out what I truly wanted. That was almost seven months ago. Another thing that I discovered after I returned was that I no longer dreamt of Geralt. I mean I still dreamed of the few hours we spent together, but I was no longer watching him in his world. I hated to admit it, but that was a big weight off of my shoulders.  

A flash of lightning flashes across the sky and I smirk to myself as I knew Thor was close by. After we had returned, he always checking on me making sure that I was alright. He was truly like a big brother. I hear the doorbell ring and I furrow my brow. Thor usually just walks right in when he visits. Getting up from my seat, I walk to the front door and opening it I see a familiar pair of blue eyes and my heart clenches.

“James,” I start my eyes meeting his. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you.” He answers his hands in his pockets as he stands there slightly damp from the rain. “I missed you.”

“Um,” I pause gripping tightly to the door handle.

I look once again at his damp hair and sigh. Taking a step back I motion for him to come into the house. When he does, I close the door behind him. I still didn’t know how I was going to have a talk with him. Even though I had had all these months to ponder it, I was still nowhere near finding the words I needed.

“Let’s go into the living room.” I say walking towards the living room only to have Bucky stop me by wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. My heart clenches as he stops me in my tracks.

“Come home, please.” He whispers against my ear making me furrow my brow.

“James, I…” I pause as I pull myself out of his arms. Turning to look at him I see his eyes full of sadness and regret. “I can’t do that.”

“You’ve been here for months now. Why can’t you come home?” He asks anger starting to fill his words.

“My head’s still a mess,” I start folding my arms over my chest. “I’m not trying to make an excuse but… I don’t know. I just can’t explain it.”

“Maybe it’s because you feel guilty.” Bucky announces making me tilt my head in confusion.

“Do I have a reason to feel guilty? What did I do to feel guilty about?” I ask in anger.

“I don’t know, maybe because you fucked that guy!” Bucky accuses and my eyes widen as rage washes over me.

“Excuse you, I didn’t fuck Geralt. Yes, we slept in the same bed but I didn’t fuck him.”

“Right,” he replies rolling his eyes in disbelief.

“I didn’t, I wasn’t about to hurt you like that.” I add making him run a hand through his hair.

“Then why have you been hiding here for all these months? What are you hiding?” He inquires.

“I’m not hiding anything! I’m here to get over someone I have been in love with since I was fifteen years old. I’m here to forget and move on, so you coming here accusing me of shit I didn’t do, doesn’t fucking help.”

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t believe you.” Bucky concludes and shake my head angry tears wanting to fall from my eyes.

“Fine. If you don’t believe me, then why are you here?” I ask furrowing my brow at him.

“Maybe I was just hoping you would tell me the truth.”

“But I did!” I yell out in anger as I reach up and cover my face letting out a frustrated groan.

“If you came here just to start shit, you can leave.” I hear a deep voice say from the front doorway and I turn to see Thor standing there, anger in his eyes as he glares at Bucky.

“This is between me and her, I have no issues with you.” Bucky replies turning to face Thor.

Thor and Bucky start to argue back and forth but I don’t hear a word as suddenly I feel my legs give out from under me sending me to the floor. I instantly feel a strong pull toward the door and I know exactly where it’s pulling me too. Seeing me hit the floor their arguing ends as they rush to my side.

“(Name), what’s wrong?!” Thor calls his hands gently reaching out to touch my shoulders.

“I have to go back,” I say my eyes focused on the door.

“Of course, you do,” Bucky inserts making Thor glare at him.

“Is it him?” Thor asks seriously.

“No...” I pause my eyes not leaving the door as I push myself to stand up. “It’s Pavetta.”

“Who’s Pavetta?” Bucky asks.

“A princess.” Thor answers not looking at Bucky.

“I need to go back.” I repeat as I push past the two of them toward the door.

“Hold on,” Thor calls grabbing my arms stopping me.

“Dammit Thor,” I growl my eyes finally meeting his. “It’s time, I have to be there.”

Sensing my meaning Thor grabs my hand and starts leading me toward the front yard, Bucky follows closely behind still not understanding what was going on.

“Where are you going?” Bucky inquires worry filling his voice.

“Where I belong.” I answer without looking back at him. “Goodbye James.”

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