#they stopped exactly at mine before they started their lunch break

[itsjustaclint]

Clint talks about food n stuff: fast food? good fast food. or just fast food?

andoks here at my place is basically what fast food should be. food served quickly, is cheap and affordable, and lastly the quality is good enough for consumption. this entire meal is roughly: 193 pesos/ $3.3 comes with sponsored company drink which is pepsico which is mtn dew.

im not sure what jollibee is doing but.. this meal is entirely ₱310 pesos/$5.10 and i had to wait for this meal. it's a bit pricier. had a coupon for the free ice cream sundae tho just for context. this is just fried chicken and fries with a drink.

mang inasal is in the pricier than but it's actually filling side. ₱270 pesos/$4.6 for this platter comes with the unli rice thing also drink black gulaman which not in photo. i do love the free soup as well problem is you have to refill the bowls yourself and they're very hot. like McDonald's coffee scalding hot. which brings to the next fast food. this is the fiesta platter comes with grilled chicken, java rice, shrimp palabok, and lumpiang shanghai

McDonald's. i actually went crazy with the promos and the coupons here. ₱248/$4.27 for the entire thing got their chicken nugs with the promo chili sauce which i really liked ngl. been a while to eat chicken nugs without feeling as if eating leather.

Chowking tho makes me think something else. they do have some additionals i could get for my buck yet they're still in the Jollibee thing but portion sizes depend on location (or time or employee feeling) like eating here is like a Russian roulette whether you get everything you want or get less. ₱210/$3.6 for this entire meal. im still asking myself why thats still the case because the portion sizes and the amount of stuff you get on you is questionable

pizzados. kinda in the side of cheese pizza and meal. im not sure if i can recommend this the ₱310/$5.3 price for this entire meal is enticing. please eat it while it's hot. the pizzas they serve are just equal to eating cardboard or paper their chicken is harder than a hard tack and the only reason i even eat here is to make me think that it's better to eat at greenwich. which is the next.

greenwich bang for your buck pizzas? meal sets that are actually a bit expensive but worth the price? yeah that's it. ₱310/5.3 (because additional potato wedges it's actually ₱270/$4.6). i still feel sad whenever i remembered the had buko pandan shakes and crinkle fries which were my memorable stuff here. regardless of which it's still better fast food pizza

in conclusion...

eating fast food isnt even worth it. like holy shit the prices man. it's more than ₱100/$1.7 price ranges and you could get a lot of that food better somewhere else. im a bit of a glutton and ordering these amounts of food and getting charged that amount kinda sucks. mang inasal tho is S tier fast food. but regardless that's me talking about fast food.

[16wolke11]

Clumsy - Oscar Piastri

A/N My first one-shot here! Still figuring out the tagging and stuff, but I hope you like it.

Summary: Oscar's girlfriend is extremely clumsy, always managing to get a new bruise or a new cut just a few days apart. One day she falls down the stairs and needs surgery, Oscar drops everything to be with her.

Words: 2139

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Being a teacher at an elementary school was always my dream job, and after finishing my master's degree, I am finally able to do what I love; teaching the young ones and laying the first stones on their path to knowledge. Even though it is difficult at times, to manage the fidgeting children who tend to get distracted easily, it's still what I love. Seeing success when another one manages to read a full sentence, solve a math problem, or write a rather difficult word with the correct spelling is priceless.

But being a teacher also means I'm not able to accompany Oscar that often. It's just not ideal to travel over the weekend; landing late on Fridays and having to leave exactly after the race, while also trying to prepare the classes for the upcoming week and maybe even needing to correct work from the previous one. I love summer break because it means I can be with Oscar more often, but in the meantime, we make the best out of the situation. We FaceTime frequently, chat while the other is occupied, and just savour the time we can spend together.

This week is another one when Oscar left for a race, and I have to stay behind. Luckily, I have a short day at school today, allowing me to go before lunch and finish some things. Well, if it weren't for my clumsy self. Oscar always jokes that I get at least five new bruises while he's away, and he's probably right, but I can't do anything about the stumbling, the brushing against door frames, or knocking my little toe into anything. But today, my bad luck took it one step too far, and I slipped on the stairs at school, hitting my elbow on them and feeling a sharp pain shoot down my arm.

I've fallen down these stairs before, but I've never been in so much pain. One of my coworkers found me, and after a quick look at my already bruising elbow, we decided to call an ambulance. Now, hours later, I have a diagnosis and finally some time to tell Oscar what happened. I already have a few texts from him, nothing too worried, just some updates about his day and a question about how mine is going. With a sigh, I call his number, bracing myself to tell him everything while not even being able to fidget with my fingers for distraction.

It doesn't take long before Oscar picks up like he's been waiting in front of his phone just anticipating my call or text. "Hey, Oscar," I greet him and hear some shuffling in the background before a door closes and Oscar speaks up.

"Love, everything okay? Shouldn't you be at work?" he asks, his voice already laced with worry. I close my eyes for a moment. Oscar didn't even know I was supposed to be out of work early today and just assumes I should still be at school teaching or supervising the little gremlins.

"Please don't freak out," I start, and I hear a nervous chuckle in response.

"This is not a great starting point for that request, but I'll try."

He's right, but I don't even know how to phrase what happened easily, so I just start with the simplest explanation I can think of. "Well, I kind of fell down the stairs after finishing my last class."

"Again?" Oscar laughs, and I can't help but smile a little too, though I roll my eyes at the same time, even though Oscar can't see me.

"Hey, I can't do anything about being clumsy," I protest, but I only get another laugh in return. Usually, I would laugh with him, but the light throbbing in my elbow, down to my fingers, stops the light mood I'm in.

"Sorry, but I reckon you don't just call to tell me that," Oscar apologizes softly, and then he gets back to the reason for my call. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for all the questions he's going to have.

"No, I might've smashed my elbow pretty badly, and they brought me to the hospital." I tell him the first facts, and immediately the laughing Oscar is replaced with a worried one.

"That bad?" he asks, and I can almost hear the pain in his voice. As much as he likes to joke about my clumsiness, he also hates it when I get injured, even if it's just a little bruise or a cut.

"Unfortunately, I managed to break it and need surgery to fix the broken pieces back into place. It'll be a long recovery because I was pretty successful in splintering the bone into pieces," I tell him what the doctors explained, just in the simpler version. They explained a lot about how they need to make sure there are no little bone fragments left in the joint and the recovery process I'll have to go through.

"Fuck!" Oscar curses, and I can hear him pacing, probably in his driver's room. I can only imagine the distressed look on his face and how he's probably ruffling his hair while a thousand thoughts swirling through his head. Well, at least he's giving me an insight into what's going on in his mind, because he starts rambling.

"How are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you need anything? I could send Margaret over or someone else if you need anyone by your side right now. Did they say anything about the recovery? Will your arm be able to move normally or will there be any lasting damage?"

"Oscar, stop." I manage to speak up when he takes a deep breath. It's sweet how he's trying to help me from afar, even thinking about sending our elderly neighbour to me, but I need him to calm down.

"Sorry, kind of freaking out right now," he mutters, and I smile just a little bit.

"I could tell." I still remember the first time Oscar rambled that much and how surprised I was by the speed and number of words coming out of his mouth. Usually, he's calm, collected, and limits his words to the necessary ones, but when he's really worried, everything just comes out.

"Don't worry, I don't need anything right now. Just hearing your voice makes everything feel better," I tell him, which is the truth. There's nothing I need right now, except for him, and he just helps me by being here on the phone, even though it's not the same as having him in person.

"That's good," Oscar says, and I can hear that he's stopped pacing, probably calming down a little.

"Is there anything you know about the surgery?" he asks after a short break, now sounding like his calm self again.

"We're currently waiting for a free spot in the OR. It's not urgent, but they'd like to operate before the swelling gets too bad, and luckily, I haven't had lunch yet," I explain what the doctors told me. This isn't an emergency, but waiting too long isn't ideal either, so they're going to squeeze me in as soon as one of the ORs is available.

"I bet you're hungry," Oscar grins, and I can hear it in his voice. I've learned to recognize that tone through the phone—the soft change when his lips are curled upwards.

"Starving," I confirm with a soft laugh. My stomach is already growling, but there's no way to get food until after the surgery. I can wait if it means my elbow will be fixed.

"I promise you your favourite food as soon as I'm with you," Oscar says, and I know he's not lying. He would probably even order food into the hospital for me if that were possible, but they wouldn't bring it to me, so I'll have to wait.

"Looking forward to it. Hopefully, I'll be home by then," I mumble, knowing it will take some days until Oscar will be back home, and who knows, maybe they'll send me home just a few days after the surgery.

"We'll see," are Oscar's last words about my injury before we start talking a bit about his day. I get the feeling he's trying to distract me, and it's working perfectly. At one point, Oscar needs to leave for some duties, and luckily for me, a nice nurse comes in just a few minutes later to inform me that my surgery is starting soon.

The way to the OR and the prepping feels like a blur, and quicker than I thought, I'm with an anaesthesiologist. Drifting into sleep feels like a relief because I know my arm will be fixed. Of course, recovery will take its time, but I'm sure I'll manage it just fine.

Waking up after the surgery almost knocks the air out of my lungs because it feels like my arm is falling off. The nurse helps me take a few sips of water, gives me some painkillers, and then I drift back into sleep, even though I just woke up from a deep slumber.

The night is blurry, waking up from time to time—sometimes from the pain in general, sometimes from the nurses, and sometimes from the pain of a sudden movement. But somehow, I make it through the night and feel slightly better in the morning. Blinking, I try to figure out what time it might be when I spot a familiar figure sitting beside my bed, watching me closely.

"Os?" I ask groggily, not sure if he's really sitting there or if the pain meds are playing tricks on my mind. But just seeing the soft smile on his lips makes me hope that he's really there and not just in my imagination.

"Hi, love," he whispers, fingers reaching for my uninjured hand, softly holding onto it, letting me feel the warmth of his touch.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, slowly realizing that he's indeed here and not with his team for the race weekend.

"Being here for you," he simply states, like it's obvious that it wouldn't even be a question for him if he had to choose where to be right now.

"Your race..." I whisper, knowing how important it is, not only to him but to the fans, the championship, the team, and everyone else involved. I would like to ask him if he's insane, if they made it hard for him to leave, but no words leave my lips.

"You are more important," Oscar states, and my eyes well up. How can he be so perfect?

"Thank you," I try to squeeze his hand a bit, but my grip is pretty weak. Oscar starts letting his thumb brush over the back of my hand, and I relax under his touch. His eyes wander over me before he asks a question.

"How are you feeling? Is the pain manageable?"

My eyes linger on my heavily padded elbow for a moment. Right now, I don't feel anything but a dull pain. But it seems like Oscar's touch makes it disappear with every soft stroke of his finger on my skin.

"You make everything seem better just by being here," I state, my voice laced with tiredness, and Oscar smiles softly.

"So, I guess they gave you some nice painkillers," he grins. I can hear it in his voice, and I can feel my lips pulling into a crooked smile.

"Yes."

We look at each other for a moment, but my eyes are getting heavier and heavier, and I have to fight to keep them open for a few more minutes.

"Can you come in?" I ask Oscar, who looks conflicted at my question.

"I don't know," he says, gesturing to my body, indicating he's scared of hurting me in any way, but I just need him close now for recovery.

"Please."

Oscar sighs softly before standing up. "Okay, anything to make you feel better," he says, gets rid of his shoes, and carefully shuffles into the bed beside me. I need to stay on my back because of my elbow being propped up in some bedding, and he lays on his side beside my good arm, resting his arm over my belly and searching for the contact I need. I rest my head against his chest before a thought comes into my head.

"Did you bring the food?" I ask, remembering what he promised, and even though my mind is hazy, I realize he probably already knew he was coming home early when he promised me the food.

"Yes," Oscar confirms, and I can only hum the following words, close to falling asleep.

"Love you."

"Love you too, my little crash pilot," Oscar whispers, holding me in his arms while I slip into the sleep of recovery.

[sweetkpopmusings]

hongjoong coworker headcanons <3

a/n: a whole bunch of people got laid off at my company today, so it only seems right that i cope by escaping into thoughts of coworker!ateez <3 please enjoy the precious gem that is coworker!hongjoong :,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 1k | warnings: none really! one mention of food | pairing: coworker!hongjoong x gn!reader | requests: open

everyone, and i mean absolutely everyone, wants to be mentored by hongjoong

they don’t care if they aren’t even in the same department as hongjoong

they just KNOW that he is the best ally and support system to have in the office

everyone also says his face is a workplace perk most people are too scared to say thing within earshot of hongjoong lmao

hongjoong knows everything people say about him, but he doesn’t let on

instead, he simply does his job and minds his business

things change when you start working at the company

you were hired in not only the same department, but same team as hongjoong

so your supervisor assigned hongjoong as your mentor

hongjoong, ever the professional, happily accepts and promises to train you well, so you can succeed in your new role

this all happens before you have a chance to learn hongjoong’s lore at the office

so you are wildly confused by the shocked and jealous stares from your coworkers as hongjoong walks you to your desk

it also feels suspicious that seemingly everybody is walking by your desk while hongjoong gives you a brief introduction to workflows, programs, etc.

but you, like hongjoong, are just trying to mind your business and do your job

which is actually super easy because hongjoong knows every single hack, automation, etc that means you can get your work done without being slowed down by tedious tasks

he’s a genius but so casual about it that you’re just sitting there like :-0 ??? how does he know everything ???

he chuckles when he sees your face and assures you that it’s just because he’s been there for ages and that soon enough you’ll be exactly the same way

you doubt it but appreciate his confidence in you LOL

at the end of your first week, hongjoong offers to take you to lunch

he says your boss is paying for it because it is “team bonding” so you agree 

what you didn’t know was that this team bonding would include hongjoong spilling ALL the tea in the office

he wasn’t gossiping in a cruel way, but he felt it was his duty, as your mentor, to give context on all the looks you were receiving

hongjoong finds it hilarious and adorable when you look at him with an absolutely shocked face

he just sits back while it sinks in for you, and, based on your reaction, hongjoong knows for sure that he finally has a friend in the office

he can tell that you won’t treat him like he’s different, which is a massive relief for him

so, from that day on, he makes it his mission to be both an amazing mentor AND a good friend

he stops by your desk for little check-ins and spends his breaks with you, whether sipping on coffee or walking around outside

hongjoong remembers everything you tell him about your life like he’s an incredible listener

you joke that it’s creepy he pays SO much attention to every detail you share and he says his resume didn’t say “detailed-oriented” for nothing

that is the moment you realize he is a complete dork LOL

speaking of dorky hongjoong

whenever he offers you a “cheer up!” or “you’ve got this!” it feels so much like a proud parent cheering on their child

he complains when you say this because “at least i should be an older brother but a DAD?!?!”

hongjoong is sulky but that goes away as soon as you buy him his favorite drink

you also changed his contact to “dad” but he doesn’t need to know that <3

he isn’t beating the dad/older brother allegations any time soon because he nags you once he gets comfortable with you 

it’s always with a smile on his face and full of care

but he will nag you about keeping your desk clean, using better handwriting, making your presentations more stylistic, etc

like sorry when did he become a judge instead of a mentor ???

it’s okay though because he lets you return the favor by nagging him constantly <3

hongjoong pretends not to like it when you nag him, but it fills his heart because that means you’re comfortable with him too :,-)

it also adds to everyone’s jealousy because you two are CLEARLY close and hongjoong finds their envy ridiculous and hilarious 

he definitely brags about how close you two are like he thinks you’re incredible and that everyone should be jealous they don’t know you like he does

somehow dating rumors start of course and when asked about it, you and hongjoong always reply with “wouldn’t you like to know”

hongjoong made you promise to give that answer because he thinks it’s fun to mess with everyone LMAO

he has so much fun with you that, to show his appreciation, hongjoong gets you a gift for your one-year anniversary at the company, including a handwritten note

he makes you promise not to open it while he’s with you because he doesn’t want either of you to feel awkward

later, once you read the note, you understand exactly why he requested this

the note starts with him praising your work ethic and improvement because he’s a proud mentor :,-)

at the end, he confesses that, before you started working there, he felt pretty isolated

it was like he was on an island or in a fish bowl, being watched from afar by everyone else

after that first lunch, and the many, many conversations you shared afterward, hongjoong finally felt like he belonged there

you made hongjoong feel like he belonged

that was something he was immensely grateful for, so he promised to pay you back by supporting you as a coworker and person, so you never felt like you were alone or an outsider

hongjoong tries to play it off the next time he sees you, but the sparkle in his eye when you thank him for being such a good colleague and friend reveals just how much he cherishes you in the workplace and beyond <333

[devildomditzy]

Pity Party

In which you pretend to forget Mammon’s birthday and Mammon pretends he’s not upset

no warning or tags, a quick birthday drabble for the birthday boy <3

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He’s been practically bouncing off the walls all week. Even if he didn’t explicitly say, it was obvious what had him worked up.

It was his birthday tomorrow, something you knew very well in fact. You had planned down to the minute exactly how you and him were going to spend the day (or more so where you were allowing him to drag you throughout the town) already telling his brothers he’s off limits for the upcoming 24 hours.

He’s been dropping hints like mad and, you get it. He’s the Avatar of Greed. He loves presents, he loves parties, he loves attention, especially your attention. But c’mon, did he really believe you’d actually forget his birthday?

Well, you’re kinda hoping he does.

You’ve been planning this surprise for the second born for months now, pulling out all the stops and not sparing any expense. You love that look in his eye he gets when his greed starts up, and you intend to keep that look there all day. But, in order to really make this as special as you planned, it had to be a surprise.

“Yo, MC”, Mammon calls as he sits down next to you in the RAD courtyard during lunch a little too fast, his tray clattering to the table. “Whaddya got planned for us tomorrow?”

You don’t look up for the book you’re pretending to read, instead opting for a look of nonchalance.

“Uh, am I supposed to have something planned for us to do tomorrow?”

He looks taken aback for a moment, but presses onward.

“Aw, c’mon you gotta have somethin’ planned for tomorrow. Tomorrow’s so important, it might as well be a realm-wide holiday!”

You try to hide your smile as your lips upturn as he mutters something about asking Diavolo if it could be added to the calendar.

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Wha- What’s tomorrow?? MC, ya gotta be kidding me right now.”

“Is it some kind of weird Devildom holiday? I don’t have all of them memorized yet, you know.”

“You really don’t know?”, his voice breaks a little and you find it so hard to keep composed. But, you have to stay strong! Stick to the plan!

His face falls completely at the shake of your head. He clicks his tongue before mumbling, “Forget it then. Guess it wasn’t that important to begin with.” You watch as he abruptly stands up, trudging away from you in an upset haze.

You sigh heavily looking down at the book Satan loaned you to pretend to read to pretend to look too busy to remember your first man’s birthday. This sucked. The hurt on his features was evident and to know that you caused that? It’s a huge punch to the gut.

But the look on his face tomorrow will be so, so worth it.

You hope.

The next few hours after classes are filled with exactly what you expected: Mammon avoiding you at all costs and making every effort not to talk to you.

You weren’t too surprised to find Beel and Belphie waiting in the spot by RAD’s gate where Mammon usually met you to walk you back to the HOL.

Beel speaks first, “Mammon asked us to walk you home today”. He nods, so resolute.

Belphie, of course, adds the unneeded commentary. “How’s that plan working out? Mammon looked like a sad, wet puppy. More than normal, I mean.”

You groan in annoyance. “I knew he’d take it hard, but I didn’t know he was gonna take it THIS hard. I mean, c’mon, not even walking me home? That’s like his whole thing! That he’s supposed to do! Or Lucifer will kill him!”

“I think I would be upset too, if it were me”, Beel starts as the three of you begin your walk. “Imagine it was your birthday, and you thought no one would get you a cake? That’s so sad,” he sighs, laying his hand over his stomach, looking remorseful.

“No one could forget your birthday Beel, or they’d be forgetting mine too”, Belphie laughs. which seems to brighten Beel’s mood a little bit.

“Right, you always get me a cake, Belphie”, Beel smiles.

“Do you think I should talk to him? Just tell him what I’m planning?”

“And ruin your surprise? You’ve been working hard on that”, frowns Beel.

His twin continues where he left off, “And we’ve been working hard to keep it a secret. Don’t worry, I give it an hour, maybe two before he’s talking to you again. He’s like, physically incapable of not hovering around you like some parasite.”

“But he’s my favorite parasite”, you muse, “and don’t call him that.”

“Well, whatever you do, better make up your mind quick”, Belphie says, opening the gates to the House of Lamentation. “Mammon can be sensitive, but trust me, he’ll survive a couple hours thinking you forgot.”

“Yeah, I guess he can.”

He could not.

Mammon laid on his bed, furious and yet, finding himself unable to be mad at you. Of course you forgot his birthday. Why would you remember?

When you’re getting lunch and shopping in town with Asmo. When you’re having tea and chatting with Lucifer. When your gaming with Levi and reading with Satan. When your napping or stargazing with the twins? When you’re baking with Luke and Simeon and Barbatos and have the future king of the Devildom gunning for your attention as well. Why would you remember him? The selfish prick of the family. Why would you deem him or his birthday important?

And yet, you look at him like he hung the stars and the moon. You touch him like he’s made of fragile glass. You care for him as if he was the most special thing in your life. Did he even have the right to be upset? When someone as important as you forgets someone as insignificant as him?

He can’t fault you. And honestly not talking to you hurts worse than anything you could ever do to him. Forcing himself to not walk you home was easily one of the hardest things he had to do within the last millennia. A birthday without you sounds much worse than just telling you why he’s upset.

But he’s stubborn, dammit. Goddamn Lucifer and the goddamn pride he instilled in him.

So, he does what he does best when he’s upset. He broods. And he does not text you. Oh no, don’t even think that he typed a million messages and erased them, words never coming out right. Cause he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He would never.

He stares at his ceiling, arms crossed, D.D.D tossed aside. He really can’t believe it. It’s already almost midnight. You really forgot his birthday, didn’t you? It’s not that you HAD to get him anything, or you HAD to have something planned, he just… really wished you did.

He thought he was more important to you than that.

As of right on cue, a light rasp comes from the other side of his door. A familiar one. None of his brothers knocked that quietly.

But did he wanna answer you? No. He didn’t want to talk to you and see your beautiful face and spend his day with the most important person in his life, his human. Cause he didn’t. Of course not. He would never.

“Mammon, are you in there?”, your voice rings out and his heart lurches. He wants to be mad at you, dammit he wants to be mad at you. But…

He’s up before he even knows what he’s doing, turning the handle, sighing before he starts, “Look, MC, I didn’t mean to…what’s that?”

He stops mid sentence, pointing down to the box in your hands, wrapped up nicely in gold foil wrapping.

“It’s a present for the birthday boy,” you take out your own D.D.D. looking at the time. And since it’s officially midnight, it’s officially your birthday.”

“W-wha, I-I…Y-you…”

“Happy Birthday Mammon”, you smile sweetly at him, shoving the box in his hands.

He looks down at it and then back at you… then down and it and back at you again, disbelief written on his face.

“Don’t cha ever scare me like that again, got it!?”

“Scare you?”, you question him with a light chuckle.

“Yeah, scare me! I though you forgot all about me!”

“You? How could anyone forget about The Great Mammon! And how could I forget about my first man?”

He watches as a blush rises on your cheeks, a matching one quickly finding its way onto his.

“Well”, you say, shoving the box into his hands, “Open it!”

He pauses for a minute before careful undoing the ribbon tying it together, unraveling the gaudy paper from around the box.

He lets out a soft gasp as he removes the lid. “Is this… MC these cost a fortune, how did you…”

You cut him off, taking the gold chain bracelet out and cuffing it around his wrist.

“Well, you kinda haven’t shut up about it since you saw it, so I saved up as much as I could from my Hell’s Kitchen shifts.”

He stares at it in awe before smiling widely and wrapping his arms around you tightly, rocking you back and forth. “Thank you, Treasure.”

The nickname pulls a giddy laugh from your chest, pulling back from the hug to look him in the eyes. “Anytime, Mammoney. But you gotta get ready”, you reply, poking a finger into his chest to drive the point home.

“Ready? For what?”

“Well, there’s your party at The Fall that starts in about an hour… and then we have to check in at the private suite…then maybe we’ll sleep a little? maybe? Then there’s the breakfast reservations…. and the lunch reservations…and the dinner reservations…and then the Casino downtown is already expecting you…” you list lost in thought, thinking hard to remember everything you had planned out in advance.

Mammon can’t help but look at you with the fondest eyes. Like you had hung the stars and the moon. He puts his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention, touching you like the most fragile glass.

“What, did you really think I forgot?”, you tease him in that tone you know he loves.

And he once again takes you into his arms. He can’t believe he doubted you for a second. Not only are you a bad liar but,

You are the most important thing in his life.

[blckbarbiedoll]

I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker (Patrick Zweig x f!black!reader)

Based on this post by @luvmoonie

(Let's pretend that Patrick and Art didn't know Tashi yet and that Patrick actually went to college😭This takes place in the college era. I'm so sorry if this is ooc or badly written btw I literally went through 4 drafts for this.)

I know I have good judgement I know I have good taste It's funny and it's ironic That only I feel that way Let's face it, you didn't exactly have the best track record for good boyfriends. Although you'd never admit to it. It just seemed like each guy you saw was worse than the last. You had decided to stop focusing on guys and start focusing on school and gymnastics. Until you met him. Patrick Zweig.

Against your better judgment, you and your roommate, Tashi, had decided to take a well deserved study break and go to a party being held at frat house. Everything was going fine until she left you to make out with some random guy. You walked over to the drink table and poured an unknown alcohol into a red cup. You quickly turned around and collided with someone.

"Shit!" You cursed, spilling the drink on your dress. "Watch where you're going!"

"You bumped into me, sweetheart." The tall brunette man replied. He took a puff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke to the side.

"Asshole." You scoffed before going into a bathroom to clean yourself up.

"Let me help." He followed you into the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel before wetting it.

"I can do it." You took the towel and patted it on your dress.

"Sorry about your dress." He took another puff and blew the smoke forward.

"Can you not?" You waved the smoke away.

"Sorry." He put it out on the sink and tossed it into the toilet.

You rolled your eyes and groaned with disgust. "You're fucking gross."

"I'm Patrick."

"Good for you."

He chuckled and smirked down at you. "Ya know, this is the part where you tell me your name."

"And why would I do that?"

"I told you mine."

"Which I didn't ask for."

"Oh, you're that kinda girl?"

"What?"

"The girl who acts like she's too good for everyone."

"Not everyone. Just you."

"Is that so?"

"Yep."

"Tell me your name."

"Why?"

"Because, when I meet a beautiful girl, I wanna put a name to the pretty face."

He was annoying as shit, but he was good with his words. And so fucking hot.

"How many girls have you said that to tonight?"

"Just one."

"Should I be flattered?"

"Oh, I'm sure you're flattered all the time."

He leaned one arm against the doorframe, trapping you in between him and the door. His towering figure was scaring you and turning you on at the same time. He took the towel from your hand and set it on the sink.

"y/n." You softy spoke.

You looked down, trying to hide your grin. He placed his hand under your chin and lifted your head to meet his gaze. You melted at his touch.

"See? Was that so hard?"

"If you kiss me, I swear to god I'll kick you in the balls."

"Sure you will." He smirked, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours.

❤︎

A few weeks later, Tashi came into you room and sat on your bed. Her grin was a mile wide as she waited for you to say something.

"Can I help you?"

"You know that guy I've been seeing?"

"The blonde?"

"Mhm."

"What about him?"

"We're going out Friday night, and he suggested a double date."

"Oh, god."

"He asked if I had a friend for his friend."

"No."

"Please?" Tashi begged you.

"No! I don't even know the guy!"

"It's just mini golf. You'll barely have to talk to him."

You sighed and thought about it for a second. How bad could it be? "Fine. But you're buying me lunch for a week."

"Deal."

Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight

You pulled up to the mini golf place and waited outside for your dates.

"You excited?" She asked you.

"Oh, yeah. I can't wait."

She rolled her eyes and smiled when she saw the guys.

"That's them!" She led you over to the two men. The blonde who you saw her with at the party, and a familiar brunette. "Art, this is y/n."

"Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too."

"This is my friend, Patrick."

"We've met." You both said in unison.

"See?" She smiled. "And you were worried about not knowing the guy."

"So, should we head over there?" Art asked.

"Yeah." Patrick smirked. "Let's head over there."

You all got the clubs and balls before heading to the course. Art and Tashi were caught up with each other, leaving you and Patrick alone. Hit pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it before taking a puff.

"You can't smoke in here."

"In where? We're outside."

"We're on a golf course."

"It's mini golf."

"You're gonna get in trouble."

"Who's gonna say something? The plastic hippopotamus over there?"

"Whatever."

You rolled your eyes and got ready to hit the ball.

"You're doing it wrong." He smirked.

"No I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Shut up." You swung the club and hit the ball into the small pond across the course. "Shit."

"Nice job. You should go pro." He chucked.

"Fuck you."

"What'd I do to you?"

"What?"

"I thought we were getting along really well at the party. But two weeks later, you act like I killed your fucking puppy."

You rolled your eyes at his analogy. "I was drunk that night. We weren't getting along, I was just horny."

"Yeah right. You telling me you haven't thought about me at all?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you."

"I don't believe that."

"You're such an arrogant little shit."

"Wow. I can't believe I let you kiss me with that mouth." You raised the golf club and whacked it against his shin. "Ah! Motherfucker!" He groaned.

After completing the course and getting dinner, Art and Tashi went in her car back to campus, while you were stuck with Patrick.

"We'll meet you there!" She smiled as she drove away.

You sighed and got into the passenger seat. Patrick hit the gas and drove down the road.

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked.

"I didn't have your number, dumbass."

"If you did, would you have called."

"Probably not."

He sighed and pulled into an empty lot before putting the car in park. He took his seatbelt off and turned to you. "Can we start over?"

"What're you doing?"

"We're probably gonna be spening a lot of time together, and I don't wanna feel like you hate me."

"I don't hate you, I just don't like you."

"Why not?"

"You're annoying, presumtuous, skeezy, and you think everyone wants to fuck you, which they don't."

"You did."

"I was drunk."

"You're not drunk now."

"Well, I don't wanna fuck you now."

"Yes, you do." He leaned over the center console and kissed you softly. You had every oppritunity to push him away. But you didn't. Instead, you encouraged it.

All I'm asking, baby Please, please, please don't prove 'em right Please, please, please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

It had been a month since that night in the parking lot. Tashi and Art were happy together, and you and Patrick were...keeping each other company. The two of you had been getting pretty close, literally and figuratively. After actually getting to know him, you started to really like him.

"Are you and Patrick dating?" Tashi asked as you walked in from the gym.

"Uh..." You thought for a second. It was never something that you had actually discussed. "I don't know."

"You don't know."

"No."

"No, you don't know? Or, no, you're not dating?"

"We're not dating." I think.

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah." She slipped her shoes on. "It was fine for a few double dates, but not for anything more. He just isn't your vibe."

"So, you think we'd be a bad couple?"

"Not necessarily. I just think you'd regret it. He'll probably just end up embarrassing you."

"Embarrass me how?"

"Let's just say, if I was gonna go pro and try to go to the olympics, Patrick Zweig is not the guy I'd want my name being attached to."

She gave you a smile before heading out the door. You sat on your bed and processed what she had just told you. Would Patrick really embarrass you?

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker, oh Please, please, please Over the past few weeks, you had been thinking about what you really wanted. Patrick was rough around the edges, sure. But he was sweet, funny, and a really good lay. Plus, you really, really liked him. Then you thought about what Tashi said. Was Patrick Zweig really the guy you wanted to be seen with while trying to be taken seriously?

"Did you hear what I said?" He asked, putting the car in park.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I zoned out."

"I said we should do dinner after this."

"Yeah, sure. Where?"

"That new Italian place down the street?"

"That's pretty fancy for Patrick Zweig." You chuckled. "What's the special occasion?"

"y/n, I wanna take things seriously with you."

"Wow. I never expected that from you."

"Why not?"

"You just don't seem like the kind of guy to want something serious."

"I wasn't. But I am now."

"So, are we dating now?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"You. What do you want?"

That was the question you had been asking yourself. What did you want?

"I..." You hesitated. "I want you, Patrick."

He smirked and grabbed your hand before softly kissing it.

"I want you too."

"But you have to promise me something."

"Yeah. Anything."

"Please, please, please, don't embarrass me."

"Embarrass you?"

"I know what kinda guy you are. Or at least the kinda guy you used to be. I'm getting a lot of attention and the last thing I need is some news story saying that my boyfriend is a sleazy douchebag."

"Sleazy and a douchebag? Wow." He chucked.

"I'm serious. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker."

"Hey, I'm not like that anymore. I really think you could make an honest man outta me."

"Woah. Let's slow down." You giggled. "I like you just as my boyfriend for right now."

"I like that too."

Well, I have a fun idea, babe Maybe just stay inside I know you're craving some fresh air But the ceiling fan is so nice (It's so nice, right) And we could live so happily If no one knows that you're with me I'm just kidding, but really (Kinda), really, really You were packing up your gym bag when your coach came up behind you.

"y/n! Great job today!"

"Thanks!"

"Listen, you've been getting a lot more publicity since your meet last week."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"It's a great thing. But, you need to be careful. With the U.S. Classic coming up, you're being watched more than ever now. I would hate for you to get some bad press and ruin your career so soon."

"Yeah. I totally agree."

"Just steer clear of doing anything or hanging out with anyone negative. Publicly, at least."

She gave you a smile before walking out of the gym. You sat on the bench and held your head in your hands. How was this gonna work?

❤︎

You laid with your head on Patrick's chest as he stroked your hair. His other hand was on your bare hip while his thumb rubbed slow circles on your skin.

"What time is Tashi coming back?"

"Five. We've got a few hours."

"You wanna grab lunch?"

"Yeah." You slowly sat up. "I'll run down to the cafeteria."

"Or, we could go out to lunch."

"Maybe another time. My coach said I should steer clear of negative publicity right now."

"I thought I was doing a pretty good job of not embarrassing you." He said, clearly irritated.

"I just don't wanna give anyone a reason to say something."

"Yeah." He nodded. You could tell he was slightly hurt despite his soft smile. "Whatever you want."

You gave him a sympathetic kiss on the cheek before sitting up to grab your clothes.

"I'll bring up some food."

Please, please, please don't prove 'em right Please, please, please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Since Tashi started dating him, you and Art actually became pretty good friends. The two of you were eating dinner in the cafeteria while your partners were each finishing up some work.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked, picking up some broccoli with his fork.

"Yeah. Shoot."

"What do you see in Patrick?"

"Uh, well.." You leaned back in your chair and thought for a moment. "He's handsome, funny, really sweet-"

"Patrick Zweig is not sweet. He's an asshole."

"Yeah, but he's a sweet asshole." You chuckled. "Why're you asking anyway?"

"Just wondering."

"Art."

"What?"

"Why're you asking about Patrick?"

"Nothing. I was just curious why you'd choose someone like him."

"Someone like him?"

"y/n, you're kind, smart, motivated, I could go on and on. Patrick is crude, uncommitted, and unserious. I love the guy, but he's a hot mess."

"He's my mess, Art."

"You need someone more put together. Someone more like you."

"Right. More like me."

"I'm serious. He'd only embarrass you."

You huffed and leaned back in your chair. He was right. You hated to admit it, but he was right. Patrick was a mess. But did you like him enough to stay with him?

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another (Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another) I beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker, oh Please, please, please The past three and a half months had felt like a fever dream. Between getting together with Patrick, the end of the semester, and the U.S. Classic, you felt like you were on top of the world. Patrick had flown out to Michigan with you to support you. Once the meet was over, and you had won gold, he insisted on taking you out to dinner.

"You really didn't have to." You told him as the two of you stood outside the restaurant. "I would've been fine sitting in the hotel room eating room service."

"I know you would've. But you deserve a five star meal."

"And who's paying?"

"My dad."

"What?"

"I told him I needed money for next year's books."

You laughed and kissed him softly. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"Can you not?"

"I'll blow it away from you."

"Smoking is a bad habit that I don't want you being caught doing." You took it from in between his lips and stomped on it.

"What the fuck?"

"You already got in trouble for racket abuse, twice might I add. All these little things are gonna add up."

"What, are you grading me on being an upstanding citizen?"

"Yes, actually. You should be lucky there's no cameras here like there was at the hotel."

"You care way too much about publicity. As long as you're good at your sport, who gives a shit what you do in your personal life?"

"You don't get it. When you do something unsavory, it's always, 'Wow. Patrick Zweig is a mess. What's wrong with y/n l/n? Why did she choose him?' It affects me too."

"Hey." He grabbed your hands. "Relax. Let's just go inside and we'll talk about this later."

"Excuse me?" A young girl came up to you. "Sorry to bother you. I saw your meet earlier, and I just wanted to say that you were amazing."

"Thank you." You gave her a smile.

"Could I get your autograph?" She handed you a pen and paper.

"Sure." You signed the paper and waved as she walked away. "I'm going back to the hotel."

"What about dinner? I made reservations."

"You stay. I'll catch up with you later."

If you wanna go and be stupid, don't Do it in front of me

The sound of squeaking bars and feet hitting the mats filled your ears. You were standing in front of the mat, taking deep breaths before you went into a roundoff on the springboard. As you were going into a back handspring, you slipped and fell on the mat. Again.

"What's going on, y/n?" Your coached asked. "You've been out of it all week."

"I'm just distracted. I'm sorry."

"You still thinking about that boy?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"He's a distraction. If you wanna get to the olympics next year, you can't afford any distractions."

"I know. I just-"

"I don't tell you what to do when you're off the mats, but don't let a guy ruin your chance at success. At happiness."

You sighed and got up to take a sip of your water.

❤︎

'Knock, knock.'

"Hey." Art said as he opened the door. "Pat's not here."

"Yes, he is. I can hear his music."

He sighed before letting you in. "I'm gonna give you guys some space." He gave you an awkward smile before leaving the room.

"Hey." You smiled.

"Hey."

"Can we talk?"

"If you're gonna give me another lecture about not embarrassing you, you can save it."

You sat on the foot of the bed.

"Pat-" You huffed. "I am so sorry."

"You are?"

"I was wrong. I should never have asked you to not be yourself. I spent so much time caring about what other people thought of me, and I didn't even think about the most important opinion. Yours."

"It's okay."

"My coach said I shouldn't let you get in the way of my happiness, but I'm happiest when I'm with you. Even when I'm out on the mat, I miss you." You grabbed his hands. "You make me happy, Patrick."

"You make me so fucking happy." He grinned. "I never thought a girl like you would give me a chance. I know I can be a little rough sometimes."

"I love you exactly the way you are." You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his cheek. "And you shouldn't change for anyone. Including me."

"You love me?"

"I..." You thought for a second. "I do. I love you, Patrick."

He smirked before leaning in to press your lips together.

"I love you too."

Please, please, please (Please) Please, please, please (Please) Please, please, please (Please) Please, please, please (Please, please)

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Espresso Chapter 4

Pity Party

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Pairing: Hodari Pavel x Reader Word Count: 3.5k Chapter: 4/? Rating: E

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, fluff, eventual smut

A/N: This is a multi chapter Hodari x y/n story! Gender is not specified so everyone can enjoy it (though I did originally start writing it with the intention of it being a male reader lol). Tags will be updated as the fic goes. Cross-posted Here on Ao3. Fic below the cut! Enjoy :)

Hodari POV

The sun is high overhead when he drops Najuma off at the tailor’s shop. Both Jel and Tish assured them they have snacks for lunch while they discuss.. whatever the three of them were planning. He ruffles his daughter’s hair before she darts into the shop. Shaking his head calling after her, "I'll be back to pick you up in an hour or so." But she was already gone, talking a mile a minute to Jel and not not paying him any mind. Tish laughs and wishes him a good lunch before joining the other two inside. Certain that Najuma isn’t about to come back out begging him to go home, he turns and heads towards the resounding laughter he can hear pouring out from the inn across the street. 

He enters the building and is met with the sight of warm mirth as everyone is gathered around the long table talking and laughing. It’s been a busy year, he thinks. Kids growing up, paths being chosen, prices raising, taxes steadily increased, endless deliveries, and humans returning. ‘No wonder everyone needs a break’. Sparing a quick look around the rest of the inn, he spots you at the bar talking easily to Reth. It feels like cold water has been poured down his spine causing him to stand up straight, the light mirth dissipating all too quickly. He hadn't actually expected to see you today and still wasn’t sure exactly what he should say. Should he even try to say anything right now? You look stressed as you talk with the cook, shoulders slumped forward while Reth leans over the counter nodding as he listens.  

"Hodari, my friend! You made it. We were getting worried you wouldn't actually come." Ashura calls out, snapping him from his thoughts as the sound of the inn invades his senses again.

“Told ya I’d be here. Don’t make a habit of goin’ back on m’word.” He grumbles half heartedly  as he turns his attention to the older man, greeting him as he sits down. 

It didn’t escape his notice how you seemed to stiffen and stop talking as soon as Ashura spoke to him and a flash of guilt runs through him. ‘I have to say something today’ he decides. He’ll keep an eye out for you and before either of you leaves he'll stop and talk to you. He can explain the situation and apologize for the misunderstanding. He can even make due on the promise to Najuma and invite you over for dinner. As a show of good faith. He can already feel the heat of embarrassment of the looming conversation crawling up the back of his neck. On second thought, maybe he should remove himself from that equation from the time being. What if you say no? He doesn’t want to ruin that for Najuma just because you may not want to, understandably, be around him right now. Worse yet, what if you don’t want to hear him out at all? 

Before he can spiral further, he's pulled into the conversation between Sifuu and Badruu, all thoughts of apologizing and fretting being pushed to the backburner as Sifuu asks how the mines are looking. 

Soon enough, new drinks have been poured and he finds himself laughing and talking, joining the conversation with everyone else. Listening as Delaila, face lightly flushed from the spirits, talks about her age old rivalry and the sting of her recent defeat, sharing an amused glance with Zeki as Chayne tries to placate her. It’s been too long since they’ve all had a moment to relax like this and as time becomes less of a priority while content in his friends’ presence, he doesn’t notice you slip out the back. 

In the midst of listening to Ashura talking about the fish he’d caught yesterday Reth walks over to where he’s sitting at the table, abruptly interrupting the easy flow and cutting his boss off.

"What did you do?"  He asks, voice measured and calm. It could be mistaken as curiosity, almost conversational even, if not for the words themselves and a fire simmering behind the cook’s eyes. The table goes silent.

“M’not sure what you’re talkin’ about.” He replies evenly. This definitely not  where he wants to have this conversation, much less with who. At this point everyone at the table is looking between them. This is extremely out of character for Reth and he’d almost be proud of the kid for taking a stance had it not been directed at him in particular. Publicly. 

“Reth, what-” Ashura starts but is immediately cut off by the cook. 

"Y/n. What happened?” He asks bluntly. “Because I was finally able to pry out of them and get them to tell me why they've been looking so unsettled this last week and do you know what they told me?” At Hodari’s silence, he continues. “They told me they felt like they overstated to themself their welcome in someone's life. That they grossly misread a situation and put everyone in an awkward situation and they’re embarrassed about it. Now what's interesting about that to me is I can't think of a single person in this village who would give them that impression. Can you?" Hodari looks down at the accusation.

Sifuu looks between the two before turning to Hodari. "Does this have anything to do with why Y/n told me it would be best for them to avoid the mines this morning when I asked about an extra delivery? I needed a rush order and didn't want to add onto your already busy workload for next week." 

He winces a bit at the new information. He opens his mouth to try and defend himself when a commotion outside the open inn door catches everyone’s attention. The sound of the tailor’s door slamming open and Jel’s distressed voice calling out "Najuma wait-" has him out of his seat in an instant, conversation immediately forgotten. 

Running out the door he spots Jel and Tish at the bottom of the steps in front of the tailor’s shop. 

"Where is she-" he starts to ask but Tish is already pointing down the road towards the streak of red booking it towards the edge of town and towards the human housing plots like a bat out of hell and he takes off after her.

"Y/N!" He hears her shout as she runs towards the human with their back to her and you turn around at her shout.

“What-” he hears you start to ask as she wraps her arms around your waist, almost knocking you over. He gets to both of you in time to steady the two of you before grabbing his daughter by her shoulders and spinning her around to face him.

“Najuma, what in the world are ya doin’?” 

“I’m askin’ y/n to dinner! Or, I was about to..” She sheepishly looks over her shoulder at the human behind her. “I saw them walking outside past Jel’s shop and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity!”

He sighs, releasing her shoulders and standing up straight as you look down at Najuma confused before looking back up at him.

“I'm not so sure dinner is a good idea right now, I've been pretty busy recently and-” You start to answer the girl between them, your eyes not leaving his.

“Please. Dad even said he’d cook for us this time, so you don’t have to worry about it!” She elbows him in the side and he hums in agreement, not sure what to say in this situation as his daughter steamrolls through it with her one track mind.

He watches as surprise crosses your features before it’s gone again, replaced with apprehension and he feels his stomach twist as the next words leave your mouth. “I’m sorry Mr. Pavel, I didn’t mean to put you in this position again. I promise I didn’t plan-” 

“Mr. Pavel?” Najuma cuts you off, looking between him and you before turning to face him, confusion written all over her face. “Dad, what's going on?” She asks, quickly picking up the tension between the two adults.

“Najuma, why don’t you head back to Tish and Jel. Y/n and I can talk dinner plans and get it all sorted and figure out a time that works around both our busy schedules.” She stares at him for a second before nodding and turning to the human next to her.

“But you will come to dinner won’t you?” She asks hopefully. 

Your eyes catch his and you hold his gaze as he nods, silently urging you to agree. You let out a sigh. “Yeah of course ‘Juma. I’ll be there, just let me talk with your dad to work out a day.”

Najuma wraps you in a tight hug before you even finished your sentence. “Thank you! I missed you and I have so many ideas I've been wanting to show you!”

He watches the exchange between the two of you from the sidelines, taking a step back so Najuma could say her goodbyes to you without him looming over her shoulder. The two of you interact so seamlessly and he’s kicking himself for not paying more attention. Najuma’s hands are waving around as she talks a mile a minute with a small smile on her face as you listen with rapt attention, nodding along to whatever it is she's telling you. The sight makes his chest warm but he wonders how many of these moments he’s been present for but missed. How many times he’s been on the outskirts of the moment. Najuma’s words at the breakfast table come back to the forefront of his mind, ‘I’m not surprised you didn’t notice, Dad. You’re always so busy you don’t notice a lot of things even when they’re happening right in front of you’. He’s gotta do something about that. 

When he notices the small conversation starting to wind down he walks back over. Najuma gives you one last hug before heading back to the tailor’s. “See you soon!” She calls out with a wave and you wave back to her, a small smile gracing your lips as well. It lights up your face and he can’t help but think it belongs there permanently, catching him off guard. 

When Najuma is out of earshot he turns to you. You open your mouth but he holds a hand out to stop you. “Now hold on a sec, I got somethin’ to say and then you can say your piece.” Your mouth shuts with an audible click and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “First things first, I owe you an apology, a real one.” You open your mouth to respond and he shakes his head putting a stop to it. “I ain’t finished.” He waits until your mouth has closed before starting over.  

“I owe you an apology because I said some hurtful things that I realized aren’t quite true and in doing so I’ve hurt not just you but ‘Juma too. Neither of you deserved that and I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized just how close the two of you were and how much Najuma cares for you” He looks down, kicking a loose pebble with his shoe. “I was just tryin’ to keep my little girl safe.” He looks back up to find your face has softened as he’s been talking and he takes a breath before continuing. “It’s also been brought to my attention just how much you’ve done for me and my little family and I didn’t repay that in kind. I could make excuses ‘til i’m blue in the face about how I wasn’t payin’ attention but at the end of the day I was just a fool. I’m sorry for treatin’ you like a danger while you’ve been hard at work keepin’ my girl safe while I was too busy havin’ my head up my-. Well, thank you. I’d be grateful if you would be willin’ to join Najuma and I for dinner so I can start makin’ it up to you and repaying you for all the kindness you’ve shown us over these last few months. It’s the least I can do.” 

There’s a beat of silence before you speak up. “Mr. Pavel it’s-”

“Hodari. Please. Call me Hodari. If you’re still comfortable that is.” 

“Hodari. It’s okay. It sounds like we both misread this situation.” You smile at him and damn if it ain’t a beautiful smile, his heart rate picking up at the sight. “How about we start over? It’s kinda like the whole reason us humans are back anyways. A second chance. There's no rules against a do-over right?” You ask him, still smiling at him with a bit of hope in your tone. 

“I s’pose not..”

“Okay then. Let’s start over.” You hold your hand out to him. “My name’s y/n. I just moved into town a few months ago. You could say I’m new to the area.” 

You look at him expectantly while he stares at your hand before reaching out and grasping it firmly in his and shaking it. “Hodari Pavel of Pavel mining.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hodari.” You say it so sincerely and he feels his chest tighten at the words. 

“The pleasure is all mine.” He gives your hand one last squeeze, noting how calloused they are after the months of hard work before letting go, his hand dropping back to his side. 

“See! That wasn’t so bad. Now, about that dinner. You don’t have to feel obligated to do that. Seriously. I know how busy you are and I don’t want to impose.” Busy. That’s all he seems to be these days and look where it got him.

“No, please. I want to. And Najuma would love to have you over again, she’s been missin’ you somethin’ fierce. I meant it when I said I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for us. Najuma filled me in, you didn't have to do all of that-”

“I wanted to!” You interrupt him in a rush, like you hadn’t meant to actually to speak the words into existence. He starts a bit at the disruption as your cheeks start to color. A bit quieter this time, looking away from him you confess. “I wanted to. Look, when I first got here I was so lost. Literally and metaphorically. I was spending days searching for a reason to be doing any of the things I was doing and just trying to pass time. Every day was bleeding into the next and I didn’t see a way out. Don’t get me wrong, everyone was so nice and helpful but I felt so misplaced and confused. Those first few weeks were rough, I won't lie to you. I was debating leaving and heading for the capital like all the rest of the humans. Try and find some answers or a meaning, I don’t know.” You stop and look back up directly in his eyes. A new intensity behind them freezing him in place. “But then I accidentally stumbled across that firecracker you call a daughter and suddenly I had a reason to be doing things here. I had a reason to get up and actually go mining or hunting or do anything really. Because somewhere out in the bay, some kid was depending on me for a few bits of ore for some crazy invention that I sure as hell didn’t understand. And with that kid was a man working himself to the bone, looking just as lost as I felt. It made me feel a little less alone I guess. So yeah, I started helping out where I could. I really didn't need the extra ore. What was I gonna do with it? It felt more fitting to give it where it would be used. Najuma makes such cool things and if I left a little extra for you, so what? You’d get more use of it then I would. And I’m just one person, I wasn’t going to eat all that meat and food. I didn’t mind sharing.” You pause for a moment taking a breath. “Mr. Pa- Hodari, I didn’t do it to get something back out of it. In fact just letting me help was giving me something. It helped me familiarize myself with the area and my tools and in turn get to know more of the people here and help them out as well. You don’t owe me anything. This is not a debt to be paid off or returned. Kindness doesn’t work like that…”

You trail off at the end looking embarrassed while he stands there in shocked silence. Finally he breaks the growing quiet. “Okay then.” A beat. “How about this, thank you for all the nice things you’ve done for my daughter and I. How would you feel about joining us for dinner tomorrow? Not as a thank you, but instead a chance to test this ‘do-over’ and get to know each other a bit better. I can cook dinner and you can bring dessert? Ashura has been talkin’ nonstop about your bakin’.”

A small smile grows across your face and he feels proud that he’s the one who put it there. “I’d really like that. Tomorrow?”

He nods his head. “8pm work?” 

“I’ll be there, be sure to let ‘Juma know.” You look over your shoulder to the plot path and the back to him. “I should actually be getting home and I’m sure you’re wanting to get back to the inn with everyone.”

He thinks of the interrogation that’s certainly still waiting for his return. “I was getting ready to head out soon anyways. Doubt anyone’s missin’ me too much right now.” He pauses for a second, and then without thinking, “How about I walk ya home? Give Najuma a bit more time to socialize.” ‘What are you doing?!’ his mind screams at him as you tilt your head in confusion at the request. He starts to back peddle. “I’m sorry that was-”

“I would really like that.” You interrupt him, color dusting your cheeks. “But are you sure? It’s a long walk from my house back to the bay.”

“I’m sure. Plenty of time to kill today.” He gestures to the path in front of them. “Lead the way.”

–-

Later that night as he’s lying in bed, he keeps thinking of the day’s events, turning them over and over in his mind. Unable to sleep as he keeps drifting back to one of things you said.

‘No rules against a do-over right?’

You had said it so confidently. Self assured. But the more he’s thought about it the less true he finds it. There are no do-overs here. You do something and you stick to it. You pick a path, a partner, a future and you stick to it. You put your all into it. But humans.. You… Your very existence challenges that. 

‘No rules against a do-over right?’

Appearing from extinction, an entire race of being whose entire status of being alive is a do-over. A second chance at mortality. Another roll of the proverbial dice to try again. A people who worship a god of starting over and over and over. No shame. No harm in trying. No fear of starting again.

‘No rules against a do-over right?’

He thinks of your smile and laugh. How you talked with Najuma. How your kindness felt like it was burning him from the inside out. How you accepted his apology and spoke of your gratitude to them. 

‘No rules against a do-over right?’

The walk to your house. How you filled the silence and he couldn't concentrate on a word of it because all he could think about was how he had never noticed how nice you looked. How you gesture with your hands when you talk. How your eyes seem to burn with passion. How he wants to stoke that fire.

‘No rules against a do-over right?’

He thinks of collecting Najuma from Jel’s and telling her you would be coming over tomorrow. How her face split into a smile so wide he’s sure he hasn’t seen it like that in years. Imagining the two of you sitting at the dinner table, eating the food he’s cooked, and enjoying the domestic moment.

‘No rules against a do-over right?’

No rules against a do-over.. Right? Fuck.

[Dividers by the-aesthetic-shop]

[cassieodair]

✧ 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: (post rebellion) you and finnick are both teachers at the district 4 public swimming centre. one day after training, finnick is relentlessly teasing and flirting with you. 0.8k words.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: finnick x afab!reader (find the amab pov here)

𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜: fluff

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: kissing, suggestive content, sexual references, mentions of drowning and death. reader is described as a good swimmer. enjoy lovelies <3

It had been shaping up to be a long day of coaching. First, you had the little toddlers to train. Since they're so young and prone to drowning, their parents had to come in the pool too, and every single one of them had something to say about the way you taught. "You need to be stricter, stop slacking off," one crazy mother said. Did they want you to hurt their children? "Don't touch my child," said another. Heaven forbid you were trying to stop their child from dying.

Then came the teens after your lunch break. Most them didn't actually want to swim and were just there because they're not tall enough for basketball, but you'd lose pay if you ever insulted them, so you were on your best behaviour.

While you were telling a boy off for slapping another kid, you met eyes with a man across the room. Not just any man, but rather, Finnick O'Dair, the Capitol's darling. After winning the Hunger Games at fourteen, he became the talk of the district. Everybody was scrambling to sign up for his classes - even the elders wanted to be taught by the legendary Golden Boy.

You couldn't lie; It's not like he was unattractive. If you took the time to actually think about it, you'd probably realise you had a massive crush on him. But you had to brush it off because the centre had a complete zero-tolerance policy for relationships between employees. Besides, you'd only ever talked when necessary, and even then, your conversations weren't long enough to really form connections. You were knocked out of your train of thought by a kick to the face. "Jimmy, cut it out!" You yelled.

You'd have to ponder your romance life another time.

✧

You walked to the changing room slowly, the smell of chlorine filling your nostrils. You'd somehow made it through the day and the endless chain of dumb people trying to learn to swim. As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a deep exhale, letting your head rest against the wood. "Big day, huh?" Said a low voice somewhere in front of you. You snapped your head up only to realise it was the man himself, the very one you'd been oggling before. "I guess you could say that," you replied, trying to keep your cool as you put your towel down. "I didn't exactly get the best swimmers to teach." You shot him a sarcastic smile.

"My bad," he said, a smirk spreading across his face. You'd heard girls and guys alike going feral for that smirk. You were starting to see the appeal. "At least we share a pool so I can see those beautiful legs of yours," he said, walking up to you. What? Surely you'd heard him wrong. You felt your hands growing sweaty. He'd never said anything like that to you before. For other girls it was a different story, but you'd somehow been immune to his playing for the years you'd worked together. Not for long, though, because he quickly caught on.

"Ya nervous, sugar?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You refused to respond for fear of incriminating yourself. He leant down closer to your other ear, voice dropping to a low tone. "Cat got your tongue? It's okay, mine works fine," he said with a wink. "Just reminding you." And like that, he'd disappeared out the door, leaving you helpless in the middle of the room.

✧

A week passed where you were horrified to go to work. Not because you were scared of him, but rather, you were scared of yourself. You clearly couldn't keep your flustered state a secret, and you were admant you would not have a run-in like that again.

Until that one afternoon.

Your boss keeps the centre open for an hour after the lessons finish so the staff can pack up, but since it was a Tuesday, no one had come in for your lessons. Which meant you were free to chill in the pool. That was, until a splash next to you broke you out of your tranquillity and alerted you to the presence of the very man you did NOT want to see.

He stood up in the pool, shaking the water from his face. He ran a hand through his hair, abs rippling as he did so. And you could've sworn, even if just for a second, his eyes darted below your neck. "Nice suit, sugar," he said, pointing at the stretchy fabric of your bathers. You suddenly felt like a stranger in your skin. How were you meant to respond to that? 'Oh, thank you, I love your abs.' Well, that wasn't entirely untrue, but you couldn't risk pulling a stunt like that, so instead you turned away, refusing to meet eyes. You felt his hands creep around your waist, resting on the soft skin that lay there. They inched higher and higher until they lay just under your chest. "Really, really nice." That same smirk appeared as he pulled you onto his leg. "Now would it be better taken off, that is the question..."

You couldn't stand it. And that's why you did it. Why you brought him in for that kiss - to shut him up. And it worked, until you felt something against your lower stomach...

✧ ty for reading! im open for a part two ifykwim 😏 this was not edited so sorry if it sucked. plz like and reblog <3 also check out my old acc @star-writes-fanfiction

[igot7bulletproofmonstas]

Dysfunctional

Characters: Jinyoung (GOT7)

Words: 3,838

Summary: After a bad day of everything going wrong, you go to hang out with your BFF's, Stray Kids, but they have a surprise for you that starts to go horribly wrong for them, but horribly right for you.

Warnings: Physical violence, hardcore smut, angry asshole Jinyoung, unprotected sex, breeding kink, a bit of aftercare and a cathartic conversation.

A/N: First and foremost I wanna stress a few things.

#1, this is FICTION. This DOES NOT represent any of the people mentioned in this fic, so if you wanna barge in and start hollering at me for "making Jinyoung a violent asshole" well, go away and come back with a warrant.

#2 this fic contains physical violence that does kinda look like DV. If that bothers you , DO NOT READ.

#3 I wrote this in first person POV in an attempt to make it more palatable. I honestly thought if I wrote this as a Y/N POV it would be too much for people. So, if you wanna take a shot and read it, think of it as this is happening TO ME and NOT to YOU.

My only excuse is I used to write for SPN, so writing violence with my smut just comes natural.

I also don't feel like this is "complete", but I just don't have it in me right now to polish it up and make it what I really want it to be. I'm going thru some shit okay?

Tagging: @ot7sgoodgirl and @kpop---scenarios as they are the only ones who knew I was writing it and encouraged me to keep going.

The day couldn’t have been worse. Everything that could go wrong, absolutely did and by the time I got in the cab to head to my destination, I was ready to let the dam break.

First, there was an IT glitch at work that caused me to lose 3 accounts that I’d been working on for months with no repair in sight. My boss called me into her office to let me know my PTO that I put in SIX months ago had been denied and rescinded. Someone had stolen my lunch out of the community fridge, so I was left eating stale saltines from my desk with tap water. My last pair of stockings got a run when I stopped my briefcase from falling into the puddle by the curb, the hinges digging into the flimsy material and into my skin, leaving a bloody welt behind.

As I sat down and shut the door of the car, I picked up my phone to text the boys that I was finally on my way, but they better have some soju on hand. Changbin responded with, “Something better.”

The cab pulled up to the massive building and I stepped out, narrowly avoiding yet another puddle. Damn rainy season! I hustled up to the building, my keycard allowing me inside easily.

“Wow, who shit in your cereal, honey?”, asked the evening guard with a look of concern on his face.

“The universe, my sweet, and I hope it falls in the bowl and drowns. Hope your day is better than mine.” I sighed, walking past him to the elevators; still keeping a tight rein on the waterworks. I wasn’t the type to cry unless I was royally pissed off and I had definitely hit that limit.

When the doors opened and I saw the SKZ dorm, my chest tightened. Yeah, I needed my boys tonight. Fuck this day and the horse it rode in on.

I had just begun typing in the passcode to get into the dorm when it suddenly opened to reveal Minho standing on the other side. Shocked by my deep frown, he pulled me inside quickly and wrapped me into a tight hug. “Surprise NOW, guys! 911!” he said as he let go and pulled me behind him into the general living space. It took me exactly .3 seconds to lay eyes on JB and other members of GOT7 sitting on the various couches and chairs. He was on his feet in an instant, ready for me to leap into his arms like I always did.

“OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!” I squealed, wrapping my whole body around JB’s solid frame and burying my face into his neck. I had been trying to set up a time to see them before they started the heavy hitting portion of their comeback activities, but schedules always seemed to get in the way. A chorus of 5 voices calling various loving nicknames joined in with JB’s whispered, “Hey sweetheart.” as he hugged me tight. I raised my head, eyes locking on someone standing in the doorway that lead to the communal bathroom.

“What is THAT doing here?” my voice joined another, uttering the same question, as my gaze landed on the one person that I often daydreamed about dropping into a cement mixer full of quicksand.

“Oh shit, here we go.” Jackson said as he walked back to stand beside my arch nemesis, Park Jinyoung.

All 8 of SKZ looked at each other bewildered, Chan looking to JB for an answer of any kind.

“I came here to spend time with my brothers, not listen to this bitch”, Jinyoung spat, a hard gaze leveled right at me.

“C’mon Hyung, can’t you keep it civil for 5 minutes?” Jackson pleaded beside him.

I slid down JB’s body, standing on wobbly feet from the adrenaline suddenly coursing through my body.

“What are you even doing here? Don’t you have some acting classes to attend? Couldn’t even convince someone with diarrhea to buy toilet paper!” my words loaded with disdain.

“What are you even doing here ‘Sweetheart’?” his last word thick with sarcastic saccharine. “Been too long since you got bent over by my brothers?”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, shoulders shaking with pure unadulterated rage. I started to open my mouth, but JB grabbed me around the waist and slapped a hand across my mouth before I could speak.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s not do this okay? Let’s just have a nice visit while we can.” JB whispered against my cheek.

“What the hell is going on?” Changbin asked Chan who only shrugged. Yugyeom made his way over to the group to explain.

“So, we really didn’t think this would happen and I’m so sorry, Hyung” Yugyeom bowed his head while addressing Chan.

“What IS going on?” Chan asked

“Noona and Hyung have a...complicated relationship?” Yugyeom offered as Youngjae joined them.

“They hate one another, let’s just call it what it is.” Youngjae said flatly.

“Woah, wait what?” Hyunjin asked as he joined in the conversation, the rest of SKZ following him.

“I don’t wanna overstep, but are you sure?” Minho offered. “They both look like they wanna devour each other, both literally and sexually.”

“Maybe?” Yugyeom responded “but let’s hope not. The last time that happened, we had to clean up broken glass, broken furniture, and they both needed stitches.”

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated, run that by me again?” Chan asked increduously

“They’re…..rough.” Youngjae began as a commotion caught everyone’s attention.

“You rat bastard sonofabitch I will end you!” I screamed, struggling with all my might to wiggle out of JB’s grasp.

“Oh! Is that it? You DO want them to fold you like the dirty laundry you are?” Jinyoung chuckled.

Changbin’s ears perked up at that and he took a deep breath, inflating to make himself appear bigger. “Hyung, is there really a reason for that kind of talk?”

“What are you getting so upset for little bro? Oh!” Jinyoung’s chuckle gains an edge of disgusted glee. “You decided to move on to the kids after we left, didn’t you? You just have to ride anything associated with JYP don’t you?”

CRACK

In a split second, I was out of JB’s grasp, across the room, and landing closed fisted punch directly to Jinyoung’s jaw causing him to stumble backwards.

“You miss getting fucked by JYPapi that bad that you have to take it out on me, you pathetic prick?” I seethed.

Jinyoung rights himself and wipes his mouth to see blood. His eyes light up with a fire I hadn’t seen in over 3 years.

“I don’t think me getting fucked is what we should be discussing” Jinyoung’s bloody grin would send shivers down most spines, but not me. My thoughts turn back to the last time we two fought 3 years ago. It was brutal, bloody, and absolutely orgasmic.

“What do you want to discuss short dick? The fact you can’t get a girl if you paid her?”

SLAP

My head snaps to the side as the back of Jinyoung’s hand comes in contact with my cheek, the taste of metal already beginning to pool against my teeth. He walks forward, his body pushing me back to the nearest wall.

“You really wanna run your mouth? I’ll give you something to use it on.” Jinyoung’s grin sends shivers through my body as his hand reaches down towards his zipper. In an instant my forearm connects with his throat as I twist our bodies around and pin him up against the same wall.

“What? That tiny dick?” I giggle, the blood smeared across my teeth matching his.

Jinyoung reaches forward, still pinned to the wall and cards a hand through to the back of my hair where he grips and yanks hard. “Oh you need it real bad, don’t you?” he smirks.

My left hand then reaches down and grabs his crotch with a painfully tight squeeze, his rock hard erection throbbing and making him yelp.

“You think you can handle me? Last time you needed stitches.” I purr with my nose right up against his.

“So did you” he huffs before pulling me forward into a bruising kiss, tasting each others blood on our tongues and making me squeeze him even harder.

“Should we do something?” Felix grits out, panicked as he and Jisung try their best to hold onto Changbin who looks like he wants to rip his Hyung’s head clean from his shoulders.

“Nope, now is the time we all disappear, but you have a first aid kit fully stocked right?” Jackson asks the scared looking group. Jisung nods as he swallows thickly.

“Then let’s let them work it out. Trust me, they won’t kill each other, but it will be messy” Mark says as he and the rest of GOT7 put arms around their Jr’s to lead them out of the dorm.

“But they just kissed with blood in their mouths?!” Jeongin whines, clearly disturbed by the sight he was witnessing.

“I promise you, it’s not the first time they’ve ingested each others….fluids” Yugyeom says as he drags the youngest along with him and out the door.

Pulling his fingers from my hair, he reaches down to the collar of my dress shirt and rips straight down sending buttons flying every direction.

“I wanna see those beautiful tits.” He says thickly, his mouth still tainted by the blood from the split on his lip.

Letting go of his length, I reach for his belt, unbuckle it and pull it free to wrap it around the arm that had been pinning his neck. Pulling back with all the force I can, I whack it harshly against his ass, pulling a needy moan from his throat.

Ripping the belt from my grasp, he grabs me painfully by my shoulder, spinning me around and smashing my face into the wall.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?” he huffs against my ear as he hauls off and whips me across both ass cheeks with the belt before pressing his raging erection right against my sore ass. A whining moan forces it’s way out of my mouth as my legs feel like they’re gonna give out beneath me, but I won’t let him win.

“I remember clearly...and you should respect your elders.” I grunt as I push off the wall hard, knocking him off balance before I turn and push, sending him toppling to the nearest couch.

Grabbing the collar of his dress shirt I lean down to take a button into my mouth.

“You and your prissy…”

I bite and spit a button across the room.

“Preppy little….”

bite

“holier than thou asshole...”

bite

“and these fucking dress shirts.” I finish as I spit the last button out like it offended me.

Crawling back up towards his collarbones, I begin to bite the flesh of his chest, my teeth leaving deep indents from his collarbone all the way down to his happy trail.

The desperate moans spilling from him are enough to completely drench my panties and dress slacks, as if they would survive this. I knew better, every stitch of clothing we wore would be in shreds by the end.

“We’re still wearing too many clothes” he breathes as he tries desperately to pull every stitch of fabric from my lower half, ripping the slacks and panties at the seams.

I hum in agreement as I raise up, allowing him to stand so I can work his own pants off. He slaps at my hands, not allowing me to touch as he unbuttons and slides the fabric down his thighs. I grunt in frustration, but he stops me cold as he slaps me across the face again. The sting sending arousal straight to my core.

“Bitches don’t get to touch until they’re told they can” he singsongs as he steps out of his slacks and reaches forward to push me back on the couch. Before he can react, I grab his thighs with both hands, dragging all 10 fingernails deeply, leaving angry red marks behind as he sucks in air through his teeth.

“That’s right ‘bitches’ don’t.” I spit, my eyes locked on the prize of his throbbing cock. I want it in my mouth so badly. I want to feel him pulse and I especially want to feel him twitch and hear him whimper as I take him down my throat as far as I can and pull back, scraping my teeth slowly, but firmly all the way up.

A grumble rumbles up from deep in his chest as he lurches forward and traps me under him, spreading my legs with the weight of his body. He knows exactly what I want to do with his cock, I’ve done it before and he blew his load down my throat instantly the last time I did. I try desperately to close them and scoot away, just to piss him off more, but he grips my inner thighs hard enough to bruise on contact.

“Do I need to make sure you’re ready for me or are you already soaking wet like the slut I know you are?” he breathes against my quivering center. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I bring his face to exactly where we both want him to be and smash his face, grinding my heat against him and smearing my slick all over his face. “What do you think?”

He grunts deeply as he rears back, grabbing my leg closest to the back of the couch and raises it up towards my chest and in one smooth motion he buries himself balls deep, not giving me any chance to adjust to his size whatsoever. It stings, it burns, and it throbs so good. He starts an absolutely brutal pace, battering my pussy with thrusts hard enough to give us both whiplash. I wrap my legs around his back and squeeze like I’m trying to break his ribs and honestly? A small part of me wants to.

“That perfect pussy….must be because my brothers wore it out for me” he groans as he continues to plow me like his life depends on it.

“Nah, it’s just that little cock. Fits just right.” I cry out, raking my nails down his back until I feel my fingertips wet with his blood making him fuck me harder and faster. He pulls both my arms above my head and holds my wrists as his body weight holds me still. He grinds into me, his pubic bone driving into my clit and setting off my orgasm like fireworks. As pleasure rips through my body, it throws off his rhythm long enough for me to push him off me so I can straddle him. The rough fabric of the couch makes him hiss when it comes into contact with the bloody scratches down his back.

“Oh fuck, you make me feel so alive.” he groans as I start riding him, his cock sliding in and out of me so perfectly. I lean forward, wrapping both hands around his neck, putting pressure on his carotid and not his windpipe because I don’t actually want to kill him...yet. The way he fills me, stretches me, like we were made for each other. I know he feels the same the way he’s gripping my body like I’m going to disappear. His moans, grunts, growls and groans are that of perfect pleasure.

“Sweet girl, please stop. I’m about to…” he cries out, his hips bucking of their own volition. I wait until the last possible second and then stand. Pulling him out of me and grip his base, squeezing so he can’t blow just yet.

The angry whine that escapes him sounds like pure sin as I sit back towards his knees and lean over, taking him down my throat in one go. The ragged hiss that escapes him is glorious. I hold there long enough to swallow around his tip and as I pull off, I indeed, scrape my teeth along his entire shaft.

“No, fuck!” he yells, grabbing his dick out of my mouth and hand so he can stop the inevitable once again. Pushing me off him, he grabs my legs and flips me facedown, pulling my hips up and shoving my face down, like I’m a bitch in heat and he’s ready to breed me. He slams back in and starts fucking me with long, deep, slow strokes. Bouncing against my cervix with each thrust, he builds speed and intensity, the loud smack of his hips against my ass resonates throughout the room.

He reaches out to thread his fingers through the back of my hair and grips as hard as he can, pulling me up and brushing his lips against my ear.

“Ok, now I’m ready to cum. You’re gonna take it and you’re gonna like it, isn’t that right?” he growls. I can feel another orgasm building with every roll of his hips, my walls gripping around him.

“I’m gonna fill you so full and so deep and I’m not gonna pull out until your womb has soaked up every last drop of my seed. Understand?” he breathes.

Between the glide of his cock through my walls and the filth pouring from his lips, the coil in my belly snaps and pleasure washes through me like a tidal wave, my legs shaking with the force.

“That’s a good slut, here it comes. Take it! Take it all!” Jinyoung cries out, sinking his teeth deeply into my shoulder as he buries himself to the hilt, filling me with his warmth.

There’s no sound in the room save the heaving breaths coming from our tired bodies. Jinyoung then covers my body with his own and his lips latch onto my shoulder where he bit me, his tongue laving over the broken skin.

“Why do we always have to scar each other?” he sighs, once all the blood has been licked clean from my shoulder.

“Because we hate each other. It’s called a hate fuck for a reason.” I sigh wearily, not really in the mood for conversation. I just want to get up, clean up and call the boys to come back to comfort me.

“Does it have to be a hate fuck?” he asks softly as he peels himself away from me, pulling me into a sitting position next to him.

“What else could it be?” my expression giving away my shock.

Standing from the couch, Jinyoung makes his way to the bathroom to find first aid supplies and grab a couple waters from the mini fridge on his way back to me. He checks me over to make sure there are no serious injuries before cleaning and applying antibiotic cream and a square of gauze to my shoulder. When he deems me patched, he turns and lets me tend to the slashes down his back. I pull out antiseptic and gauze and begin to tend to his wounds as he sharply sucks air through his teeth and grips a handful of couch cushion as I cleanse the affected areas.

“I just think that there’s obviously chemistry between us and it doesn’t need to be so violent.” Jinyoung says flatly, anticipating an acerbic response from me.

I sigh before grabbing a packet of scar cream to smooth over his back. “Maybe? I don’t even understand how it got to this point to be honest. We’ve always had some snide remark towards one another, but that day 3 years ago. What even was that?” I question honestly.

Jinyoung turns to me, pulling the packet from my grasp and taking my hands into his. “We both were going through a bad time back then you know---”. I squeeze his hands, not wanting him to go any further with that statement. Neither of us needing to remember that part of the past right now. “I’m just saying, we took it out on each other. Probably in the most toxic way known to human kind, but it is what it is. I just don’t think it needs to be like this anymore.” the softness in his eyes was not only foreign to me, but a little unnerving.

“We have attraction, do we not?” he asks point blank.

“I mean, yeah…” he cuts me off before I can continue.

“and we obviously trust each other more than we’re willing to admit. I mean, would you let anyone else manhandle you the way I have?” I shake my head as he continues. “I know I would never let anyone else do the things you do to me. So, why do we need to go so hard at each other, like we’re going to war?”

I suck in a deep breath, pulling my hand back to pinch the bridge of my nose. “You know you annoy me when you make sense.” I say with a smirk and a smile forms across his face.

“So, what do you say? Truce?” his hand releasing mine to hold out a pinky.

“What are you, 5?” I giggle as I accept his pinky with my own.

“No, that’s Chan” he replies with a wide grin.

“So, from here on out, we make love?” I ask with the gooeyest heart eyes I can muster.

“Eww, no.” he fake gags. “Let’s just release tension without battle scars and broken lamps.” the scar on the back of my arm tenses at the memory.

“Ok, but I still expect you to plow me into oblivion” I advise firmly, with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Always” he replies with a grin as he walks into the room he’s chosen to sleep in and comes back with two pairs of sleep pants and a shirt. We dress each other and get into a comfortable snuggle on the couch while downing the bottles of water. It’s not long before I fall asleep in his arms feeling content and safe.

“I don’t hear anything, you don’t think they finally killed each other do you?” Yugyeom asks with genuine fear in his eyes.

“IF they had, the whole floor would’ve heard it and there’d be ambulances and fire trucks and the whole nine.” JB says as he uses his keycard on the door and opens it slowly and carefully.

“Everyone okay?” JB calls out as he peeks inside. “Everyone DECENT?” Bambam adds with a chuckle.

Jackson pushes past JB into the main room and gasps loudly at the sight before him, the rest of GOT7 and SKZ filing in behind.

“I don’t believe it.” Jackson breathes, almost inaudibly as they all take in the sight of Jinyoung and I wrapped around each other like lovers with slight grins on our faces, bloody gauze and bandaid wrappers strewn across the coffee table.

“This is a good thing, right?” Chan asks hopefully.

“I toldja they were going to devour each other” Minho says with a smirk, earning a groan from almost everyone in the room.

[vioartemis]

Failed relationship

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: You meet Wednesday Addams, and quickly develop feelings for her, which leads to the two of you to start a romantic relationship. But things don't always go as expected... Warnings: angst, Wednesday has a phone a/n: this is very personal (by that I mean it’s what happened with my ex lol), sorry if you don't relate to r like you usually would (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

The beginning of the semester had been marked with the arrival of a new student at Nevermore; Wednesday Addams. The second she stepped into the classroom, she caught your attention.

You didn't exactly knew why, but you felt like you could get along well.

The only thing was you had no idea how to start a conversation with her. It was not easy to catch her before she left the class after the bell had rung; she was really quick to walk away, you barely had time to close your pencil case that she was already gone.

But a few weeks after the semester had begun, the perfect opportunity came to you.

Yoko had been sent to the infirmary for a 'garlic incident', and Wednesday would replace her as the Black Cats' co-captain.

"You should put some gloves on" you told her as she walked past you

"Excuse me?"

"I said you should put some gloves on"

"Why is that?"

"There's no rules in the Poe cup, who knows what your opponents could have put on the oars"

Wednesday stared at you, seemingly thinking about what you just said. Then, she nodded slightly, showing that your remark was valid.

"I'll ask Enid for gloves then."

She turned around, ready to leave.

"I don't think she has an extra pair. But I can lend you mine if you want" you offered kindly

There's a little silence before she faced you again and spoke.

"Why would you do that? You owe me nothing."

"I know, I just- I just want to help"

You handed her the gloves with a gentle smile, waiting for her to stop looking at you suspiciously. Eventually, she took the gloves. Her fingers brushed over yours in the process.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Enid shouted at her to come in the boat as the race was about to start.

"You should go, if you really want to humiliate Bianca" you smiled

She nodded and made her way to the Black Cats' boat, putting the gloves on.

As expected with Wednesday on the team, Ophelia Hall won the Poe cup, for Bianca's greatest misfortune. After the race, when Weems was busy congratulating the team, the ravenette came to you.

"You were right; there was indeed something on the oars. How did you know?"

"I saw Bianca going out of Miss Thornhill's class with a jar last night, and thought it had something to do with the Poe cup"

"So it was just an assumption. It could have been for more innocent purposes." she paused "What is it exactly that she took from Miss Thornhill's greenhouse?"

"I have no idea, I couldn't see" you sighed, shrugging

There was a little silence before she started talking again.

"Would you mind if I kept your gloves for some time? I would like to study this mysterious substance."

"No, of course, you can keep them! You'll tell me how your investigation go?"

She frowned, wondering why you would be interested in that, looking at you, then at the ground, then back at you, and nodded slightly, before walking away.

You smiled to yourself as you watched her made her way into the school; now you had an excuse to talk to her.

As expected, approaching her was way easier. You talked quite a lot the next weeks, first about what Bianca could have put on the oars, but little by little, the conversation drifted to more personal things; you got to know each other a bit more during this week.

You didn't want to go too fast, but you were pretty sure she saw you as a good friend.

This thought was confirmed on Friday, right after you learnt one of your teachers wouldn't be here that day, which would give you a 4 hour long lunch break.

You were internally celebrating, already thinking about what you would do, when you noticed a little paper on your desk. You frowned, wondering from where it was from, before taking it and unfolding it.

On the paper, there was only a phone number and two words 'Weathervane, 3pm.' written in perfect cursive, with what seemed to be a black fountain pen.

You looked up to Wednesday, who was sitting in front of you in class. She was facing away from you, but you were sure the note was from her.

You didn't really know how to react; you didn't expect her to have a phone, let alone passing you a note with her number written on it.

During lunch break you thought about texting her but didn't know what to say. Her note was pretty clear, there was no questions to be asked. Why did she give you her number then?

You decided not to question it for now; you were really excited to see her this afternoon, and a bit nervous too.

You didn't exactly know what your feelings were when it came to her, but you were the only thing you were sure of was that you would definitely not mind if your friendship evolved into something else.

You arrived at the Weathervane 5 minutes early and took out your phone. Now this was the perfect occasion to text her.

'Hey Wednesday, it's Y/n. Just to let you know that I'm here :)'

Why did I put an emoji...? you asked yourself, staring at your phone, questioning your life choices.

Her reply was quick: 'I'm already inside.'

You looked up from your phone and turned to face the café. She was, indeed, inside, waiting for you at a table. Great, you thought, now I look like an idiot.

You entered the café, already embarrassed, and walked to the ravenette, sitting in front of her.

"Hi, sorry, did you wait a long time?"

"I got here five minutes ago. I prefer being early. Do you want to drink something? A coffee, perhaps?"

"I- I have to confess... I've never been here before, so I have no idea what they sell... What do you advise me to order?"

"That's quite surprising, I thought all the students always came here. Don't you think it's a bit risky that I choose your order for you? You will probably not like it."

"It's okay, I trust you. I'm sure I will like it" you replied with a smile

She took a moment to look at you, considering your request, before pointing a drink on the menu.

You smiled, and then ordered what she had advice you to try.

"Is it what you expected?" she asked after you took a sip of your drink

"I don't know what I expected, but it's really good! I knew I could trust you"

You gave her a joyful smile as you took another sip. It definitely was really good; you were sure to come again and order that from now on.

"What do you want to talk about now that we have our drinks?" Wednesday asked

"Oh uh... I don't know, I didn't think about that... I'm not really good at that; socializing"

"I can't say I'm the best at it either." she paused "Perhaps we could start by talking about our day?"

You nodded at her words.

"I think it would be a good start"

The rest of the hour you spent together went well, you enjoyed your time with her. And you started to think she did too.; the next day, you spent most of the day texting each other.

Wednesday happened to be a bit more talkative than you imagined, especially when you were debating on books. But that was not what you were talking about right now.

Wednesday: I'm going to kill them.

You: Whoever you want to kill, please don't! I wouldn't want you to go in jail

Wednesday: If I had to kill anyone, nobody would know. I'm too good at it.

You: Oh, sure. If you need help to hide a body, I'm here

Wednesday: Be careful, I could call.

You: I don't mind helping, especially if it's you

The conversation continued on that theme for a moment, before it drifted onto something else. You had mentioned your ex at one point in the conversation, and added that you missed having someone to love.

Wednesday: It will come back. Soon, perhaps.

You: Yeah, maybe sooner than expected (even tho I don't expect much)

Wednesday: Unexpected always happen.

You starred at your phone for a solid 5 minutes after this, trying to figure out whether her text had a hidden meaning or not. Especially since you just agreed on seeing each other on Monday, meaning in two days.

That could mean she knows I like her, and maybe she likes me too! Or I'm just overthinking again... you thought.

The conversation you had the next day only confirmed that thought, to your greatest happiness.

Wednesday had just paid you a compliment, which was getting less unusual as time went by, and you told her you were not used to be talked to like that.

Wednesday: I can imagine that, considering how your ex was. Are you sure you don't want to give away her name?

You: You're not wrong. And yeah, I don't want to "snitch"

Wednesday: You really are too kind. I already had the knife ready.

You: Oh, please don't. She's not worth it

Wednesday: I won't. But I do love dark humor. And if she ever tries to be near you again, I will put that knife to good use.

You: I appreciate it, but why would you do that?

Wednesday: First, because I'm jealous. Second, she only deserves it.

You smiled behind your screen. She was jealous, hm? Maybe she did like you after all.

You: I didn't think you would be jealous! But you're right, she kinda deserves it

Wednesday: I can be. But I've always been told it was not something good, so I don't show it often.

You: Personally, I think it's cute! As long as it's not extreme jealousy of course

Wednesday: I'm never extreme, you should know that.

You: Yeah, that's why you totally don't spend your night trying to analyse what substance is on my gloves since the Poe cup. Don't forget to take some time to rest, okay?

Wednesday: I know, I will. I'm... really looking forward to our meeting tomorrow.

You stayed frozen for a second, not expecting her to say that. You had to double check to be sure you weren't hallucinating. The text was still here, so it was really real.

You: That's one of the only reasons why I'm excited about tomorrow, this little moment with you

Wednesday: Are you sure? Because it looks like you want me dead. My heart is beating incredibly fast, I think I may have a heart attack.

You: I clearly get what you're feeling right now... I feel it too. But it's okay, it's a good heart attack

Wednesday: If we're going down that path all the time, by the end of the week I'm writing you dozen of poems.

You could feel your face burn now. You didn't expect things to escalate so quickly in one night. Because this was flirting, right? It looked like it, at least.

You: Is that- are we... flirting right now...? Sorry I'm really dumb but I want to make sure we're on the same page... Cause I'd like to flirt with you, if it's okay...

Wednesday: I wouldn't mind if you were to flirt with me.

You put your phone away, covering your face with your hands to stop the burning of your cheeks, and rolled on the floor of your room. That means she likes me, ljkhgjhkjhljgfkh!!

You took a minute to compose yourself and grabbed your phone again. Your hands were shaking a bit.

You: So... can we consider tomorrow's meeting as... a date?

Wednesday: If you want to call it that way, I don't mind calling it a date.

You: I'd be more than happy to call it a date with you

Wednesday: A date it is, then. It sounds... great.

You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You were kicking your feet, smiling uncontrollably. You had a date with Wednesday Addams. You never thought it would be possible.

You talked a bit more that night, before eventually going to sleep. Or at least trying to. You were so excited for your date; you didn't know if you would be able to sleep.

A few weeks after that night, you started to question things. Wednesday and you went on more dates, but your relationship was still undefined.

You didn't think you could be called friends, at this point. But you didn't know if you could be called girlfriends either, or if she wanted you to be girlfriends.

You had already asked her what you two were, and she replied that she didn't know, that you would figure it out together, which did not really help. So you decided it was time to make a move.

You took a deep breath, grabbed your phone, and started typing: 'Hypothetically, if I asked you to be my girlfriend... what would you say?'

She took a moment to reply, during which you started overthinking the whole thing. But out of all the different scenarios that had popped in your head, her answer was none of them.

In her text, she said that you had ruined her plan, that she had planned a more... romantic way to ask you out. So you suggested to erase this conversation from your memory so she could do what she had planned on.

Her romantic side always surprised you, but you weren't complaining. You really liked it, and whatever she wanted to do to ask you out, you were sure you would like it too.

Maybe two weeks later, Wednesday suggested you go on a date, at night. Of course, you agreed; you were always happy to spend more time with her.

She took you somewhere in the forest surrounding Nevermore. You walked for a little while, until you finally saw a blanket on the ground, with all that is necessary for a picnic.

You had a good time with her, laying on the blanket under the stars after you finished eating. It was very romantic, especially since at one point, she played some music on a Bluetooth speaker.

'Lover', by Taylor Swift. Totally not her style of music.

You looked over to her with a questioning look.

"There is something I want to tell you, Y/n."

"What is it?" you said gently, smiling

"... I find it really pleasant to go on dates with you. I would like you to be my girlfriend."

You blushed at her words, not expecting her to ask you out at this moment. She must have seen it, because her lips curl up a bit.

"Is it a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes!"

Your now official couple statut didn't change a lot of things between the two of you. Except that now you could call her your girlfriend, and vice versa.

Oh, yes. There was one little change; she showed her care for you a little more.

One day during winter, you both went ice skating. You were not really good at it, but it was fun anyways. Wednesday even offered you took her hand so you didn't fall too much, as she was really good at ice skating.

Offer that you accepted, of course.

But at one point, you decided to try and go by yourself, which resulted in you falling miserably after you took too much confidence.

Wednesday came to rescue you with a slight smirk.

"I look so dumb..." you mumbled, blushing in embarrassment

"I would rather say you looked cute."

"If I may... I'd prefer you call me yours rather than cute" you said quietly, almost as a joke, as she helped you get up

"Oh, you're mine, don't doubt it, cara mia."

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Wednesday and you hadn't really talked in weeks. It was limited to 'hello' when you saw each other in the hallways between classes. You tried to discuss it with her, but never knew how to bring that up.

You suggested you both go out to spend a bit of time together, but she was always busy. 'Another time' that's what she said. But said time never seem to come.

You talked about it with Yoko, your best friend. She told you to do exactly what you already did, that it was nothing, that you just needed to talk about that.

But deep down, you knew.

You could feel it wasn't just 'nothing'. It was more than that.

Yet you still had hope.

"Y/n."

You turned around, hearing her calling you. You finally managed to find a moment to discuss the problem.

"Wednesday, I-"

"We should talk."

You felt your heart sink at her words. It was never good when it started that way.

"Yeah, I was thinking that too..."

"Is there a particular thing you would want to talk about?"

"Maybe the fact that we don't talk anymore, that we almost never see each other anymore...?"

"Indeed. I think it's a must, instead of talking about it with our friends."

You nodded.

"What can we say about that? Is it because... we're falling apart? Or just because neither of us really has time?"

"We surely don't have the time. But we don't try to have it either. Or at least, I don't anymore." she paused "And I'm not 'falling apart'. Rather that I made it clear with myself about the fact I was not going to fall."

Your heart ached at her words.

"So uh..." you gulped, throat tight "What does this mean, for us...?"

She doesn't answer just yet, taking the time to consider your question.

"Don't you think we should just break up?" she finally said "What is your point of view? I don't want to do it without expressing yourself about the last two months."

It took every ounce of strength you had to hold back your tears.

"I- honestly... I'm not really doing okay not seeing you, or talking to you... I... I miss you, Wednesday..."

The ravenette nodded slightly.

"It's simply that... I don't get the spark. Or whatever it's supposed to be. I don't feel it."

"Oh..." you said quietly "Maybe we should just break up then... I- trust me, I don't want to; I'd like to give us a chance... but if you don't feel like it, it's okay..."

"We don't work well, but not to the point to break up. We just don't try."

What do you mean we don't try? I- I feel like I'm doing everything I can to make it work... you thought.

"And I know, I'm often busy, so not really caring. But I warned you. As for in class... It's rather uncomfortable for me to be next to you. I have no clue on how to act." she continued

"You don't have to force yourself in anything- if it really makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to sit next to each other... And if it's really not working..."

"I don't know if it's working. Don't get me wrong; you don't make me feel bad. But you don't make me feel incredibly good either. Nobody does."

"So we just... stop here...?"

You tried your best not to make it too obvious your voice was shaking.

"... I think we should."

The aftermath of the breakup was... a bit weird.

That very night after it ended, you cried yourself to sleep. The next day, you had to hold back your tears while in class, and almost broke down when your friend asked you if you were okay.

But the next week, the one before your school trip, was okay. You didn't think about that, you were too busy preparing your things for the trip.

It was the same during the 10 days that lasted the trip. You were too busy to think about it, and too tired at night not to fall asleep almost instantly.

When it really became hard, was a few days after you went back home; one night, you broke into tears. You cried for more than an hour. As if it was only now that you realized things were really over between the two of you.

You felt so dumb. You should have known it was too good to last. You should have seen it coming. By the way she kept cancelling your plans, or be late to the ones she didn't cancel; by the way you barely had a real conversation at one point; by the way she never said she loved you, or liked you, or nothing like that -which didn't bother you at first, knowing her, but after all that happened, it seemed obvious.

And the fact that Wednesday and you were in the same class did not help. Especially since she seemingly had no problems talking to you after all that, like nothing happened.

It only hurt you more. She seemed to have moved on quickly, almost like she didn't care.

4 months after the breakup, you were doing better. At least that's what you tried to convince yourself of.

You had almost no problem talking to her now and were not thinking about your relationship anymore.

But one night, as you were slipping under the covers, you kicked a plushie. You frowned and grabbed it.

It was the bat stuffed animal she had bought you for your birthday.

You couldn't throw it away. You were attached to it now.

You looked at it for a little while and brought it to your nose. It didn't smell like her anymore.

A new wave of sadness washed over you, and tears began to fall.

You couldn't do it anymore. You had to find a solution to stop having breakdown because of this failed relationship.

Only one thing came to your mind. Writing.

And that's what lead you to sit in front of your computer, 40 screenshots of your conversations with her on your phone, ready to flaunt your feelings on paper.

[nighthunter241]

He is Mine-Chapter 1 (Henry Cavill x male reader)

Masterlist

NOT MY GIF, GIF USED FROM TUMBLR OPTION 18+ DNI if  you are lower the age of 18

Rival #1 Amy Adams

Monday

You wake up to the alarm and start getting ready for school. The weekend left you with an aneurysm having to decide how you're going to break up the friendship of Henry and Amy. Maybe you can just see what they do and hopefully something comes to mind. While heading downstairs you see your brothers just starting to eat breakfast. A part of you wants to tell them about your chat with Robert and your feelings for Henry but would that even help. “Morning” you said to your brothers, they say morning back while eating their breakfast and while eating you notice your parents aren’t up yet. “Hey and what about Mom and Dad, why aren’t they awake yet?” you asked and brother Sebastian responded “Not sure, I think I heard them last night talking about taking the day off for something important, something about someone named Saldana, or maybe they just wanted to sleep in”. You shrug it off and leave home with your brothers. You manage to make it to the corner that you usually meet up with Henry, you stay back and your brothers continue the walk to school. After a long time Henry finally shows up later than usual. “Hey what happened, you overslept or something” you asked. “I forgot to set my alarm so I quickly showered and ran,” Henry responded. We start speed walking to school and Henry starts talking about how Amy is going to give him shit again for making her wait at the entrance of school. “Why don’t you just tell her to fuck off” by the time you realized what Iyou just said you couldn’t take it back. Henry looked at you funny and said “I think I’ll say that in a sweeter way, you alright you’re acting kinda weird”. You tell him you are fine and you just woke up on the wrong side of  the bed and he shrugs it off. By the time you two make it to school Henry tells you he will meet up in the homeroom and runs off to meet up with Amy.

While Henry is out of sight you follow him to the spot where he meets up with Amy to hear their conversation and hopefully find something out. M/R manage to find a bush at a safe distance where they can’t see him and where he can still hear them. Amy: Ugh really again, you can’t keep me waiting like this, does this look like we are middle school.

Henry: I’m sorry Amy I forgot to set my alarm.

Amy: Well if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t even wake up, I can’t be your clock 24/7 it gets annoying especially when waiting for you.

Henry: I’m sorry, if it bothers you that much then we can just stop meeting up here before class so then you don’t have to worry about being late.

Amy: That's not what I meant…..forget alright just forget it. Since we only got a couple of minutes I need you to meet me at the fountain during lunch period.

Henry: Ummmm, Why exactly?

Amy: Just meet me there alright, don’t keep waiting like you did today, got it!

Henry: Ok, Ok, relax I’ll meet you at the fountain during lunch period.

Amy: Good.

They finish talking and they start heading to the inside of the building, Henry goes one direction while Amy goes to the homeroom. You follow her and end up seeing her set down a container, and hear her mutter “I did my best, he is going to like it, just give it to him and that's it and he will enjoy it”. She walks away and when you get closer to the container and notice it was a lunch box, she actually made Henry lunch. She is taking “ a way to a man's heart is through his stomach” a little too seriously. THAT'S IT, you thought to yourself all you need to do is get rid of this lunch, wait no you should make her food taste bad so Henry could think she is a terrible cook. So you quickly leave and try to think of a way to make her food taste nasty. You pass by the nurses office and notice the medicine cabinet and quickly think of a plan.

You see your brother and run to Anthony and pull him aside from his friends and to ask him something.

Anthony: Alright, what do you want?

M/N: I need you to distract the nurse.

Anthony: Um, no, why would I do that?

M/N: I need to grab something from her cabinet while she isn’t looking.

Anthony: Why don’t you just ask her for it?

M/N: What I need to grab is something she would usually give out for emergencies.

Anthony: That just makes this weirder, what do you need from her cabinet that she won’t be able to give to you if you ask?

M/N: None of your business just help me.

Anthony: Tell me what it is and why and I’ll help.

M/N: Um…..no way

Anthony: Well, no help from me.

M/N: Quit being such a jackass and help your brother out.

Anthony: Fine, but you owe me one day you are going to tell me why you needed me to do this.

Anthony goes to the nurse pretending he has a headache and asks for something for it. You see the nurse walk up to the cabinet, unlock it and pass him the medicine with a glass of water. While she was doing that you got to the cabinet and took a bottle while she wasn’t looking. You leave and go back to her homeroom, while on your way I run into a student council member who gives a questioning look and stares while you are slowly walking away from them. “The student council members are a bunch of weirdos,” you whisper to myself. Now at Amy's homeroom and to her desk and open up the lunch box. It looks like she made some homemade soup with chunks of meat in it. Henry did always love meat, and can't live without it. You take out the bottle from the pocket that says Emetic on the label and you pour it into the lunch box. “If I am correct, Emetic medicine should make someone throw up and give out a strong taste, hopefully this will be enough”. You turn around to leave and see your brother Sebastian standing there looking at you, crap you ended up forgetting this was his homeroom also.

Sebastian: What the hell are you doing?

M/R: Nothing just looking around, stretching my legs.

Sebastian: So are you going to act like you just didn’t pour something into that lunch box

M/R: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Before you could react Sebastian quickly yanks the bottle of Emetic medicine from your hand.

Sebastian: How the hell did you get this and why did you pour this into Amy’s food?

 M/R: None of your business just shut up.

The bell rings and people start heading to their homeroom.

Sebastian: When we get home we are talking about this and I’m letting mom and dad know

M/R: You’re so mature aren’t you, snitch.

He punches your arm while you walk out of his homeroom and make it to your own homeroom and sit next to Henry who seems quieter than usual. Hours pass of usual classes and the lunch bell rings. You run to the fountain area and pretend to eat your lunch there and see Henry waiting for Amy until she shows up with the same lunch box in hand.

Henry: Alright, I am here. What is the reason you needed to meet me here?

Amy: Well here it's because of this.

Henry: A box?

Amy: It's a lunch box STUPID!

Henry: Wait, you made me lunch?

Amy: NO!!, just made some food for my sister and she forgot it and I didn’t want to waste it so I thought I should bring it to you.

Henry: Wow thank you, I’ll gladly eat it.

Amy: Yeah whatever, enjoy.

You cross your fingers while seeing Henry start tasting the soup. After a couple of spoonfuls his face of gratitude turned to a face of disgust.

Henry: Amy, what did you put in this?

Amy: I don’t know, I made it last night so I don’t remember the ingredients.

Henry: It tastes weird, I’m sorry I…..can’t finish this.

Amy: HENRY WAIT!

Henry runs off to the bathroom and Amy is left with a sad expression, You follow him to the bathroom and end up hearing him throwing up. After he finishes he sees you and gets startled.

Henry: M/R you scared me, what are you doing here?

M/R:I saw you run into the bathroom in a hurry, I got worried.

Henry: I’m fine just Amy gave me some food and it didn’t sit right 

He goes towards the sink to wash his hands and mouth

M/R: Is she usually a bad cook?

Henry: She doesn’t cook much but the times she had it didn’t taste good but not bad to the point where I’m throwing up.

M/R: Maybe she did it on purpose.

Henry: Why would you think that M/R

M/R: Well you would say she always gives you shit for being late to meet up, maybe as a way to get back at you she made you sick.

Henry: That's a stretch mate

M/R: Maybe, but you never know, her thinking since you are best friends she thinks she could do it and knows you will easily forgive her.

Henry: I don’t easily forgive her.

M/R: Henry, you tell me she yells at you and sometimes insults you for small things, and you still talk to her

Henry: That's because we are best friends.

M/R: Are best friends really like that, I’m not like that with you and we are close.

Henry stares at me as if he is about to say something but seems to hold it in.

Henry: Can we just drop it, I need to possibly lay down at the nurses office.

M/R: Yeah, not a problem see you later.

Henry and M/R leave the bathroom and later meet each other in their last class of the day, Henry not bringing up what happened during lunch or what was discussed in the bathroom. You grab your bag and head towards the gate of the school and walk home. When you make it home your brothers are there earlier before you for some reason. You say hello to them and they pass you a note they found on the table.

Dear kids,

Your father and I had to leave town for a bit for a quick emergency, don’t worry it is nothing serious and hopefully we will see each other soon. Now we added money to all of your bank accounts and hopefully it is enough to last until we come back. If you need more just call us and we will send more, but we will be looking at the bank statements to make sure you aren’t spending it for the wrong things. Now you know the rules when you are home alone and most importantly DON’T GO INTO THE BASEMENT, REMEMBER THAT. Love you and hopefully see you soon.Love,Mom and Dad

“What the hell” you said after reading the note, my brothers looked at you with the same expression. “All I see is home alone to do whatever I want without mom and dad here” Anthony said. “Definitely going to invite Sarah over,” said Sebastion. “Yeah no, you know the rules, you really want to wait and find out if mom knows you broke the rules” you reminded them. They looked at each other and understood, moms wrath can be the scariest thing in the world. After ordering pizza and getting ready for bed, you get a text from Henry.

Henry: Hey sorry about the way I was acting today didn’t mean to make you feel weird.

M/R: Hey it’s fine no need to apologize to me Henry.

Henry: Just wanted to do it anyway you know I don’t like when things are weird between us. Besides Amy you're the only person I can truly talk to and be comfortable with.

M/R: I feel the same way Henry.

You see the three dots pop up on the message but after awhile it disappears and then appears again

Henry: Well see you tomorrow have a good night.

M/R: Good night

You are about to turn off your phone until you receive another message but this time from Amy, “Did Sebastian tell her what I did?” you asked yourself.

Amy: Hey M/R I need to ask you about something.

M/R: Yeah what's up.

Amy: How was Henry today?

M/R: He seemed alright, a bit spaced out but that's it.

Amy: Oh god, I messed up today, I made him lunch and I guess the ingredients I used went bad cause he ended up throwing it up.

M/R: Wow thats crazy, food does spoil and random times

Amy: We talked on the phone and he accepted my apology but said that I shouldn’t cook for him for a while.

M/R:  I mean you probably gave him PTSD 😂

Amy: Not funny

M/R: Sorry just trying the lighten the mood

Amy: Well thanks for letting me know how he was, but I think I found a way to make things up

M/R: ???

Amy: I bought him a present and I am going to give it him in the morning and have him open it during lunch time tomorrow, hope he loves it

M/R: That sounds great I’m sure he will

Amy: Thanks M/R for the confidence, well good night and see you in AP CALC tomorrow

M/R: Night

You send the last text and turn off the phone, before you could get to bed your nosey brothers walk in without knocking. 

Sebastian: So we are going to talk about today

Anthony: Sebastian told what you did with the Emetic medicine, I can’t believe I helped you steal that just to poison some food

M/R: I didn’t poison anyone, just gave someone a little stomach ache.

Sebastian: What is going on with you cause a week ago you were acting mad weird.

M/R: Nothing is going on.

Sebastian: Liar

Anthony: M/R talk to us come on you know you can count on us

M/R: UGH FINE, but you can’t judge me, I did it to mess with Amy and Henry

Sebastian: Why, aren’t you friends with Henry?

Anthony: Let him finish.

M/R: Amy likes Henry and I like Henry and she is planning to confess to him this friday and I have to stop it but I’m still to much of a wuss to confess my own feelings first, so I’m…….sabotaging their…..friendship to make sure he says no to her confession.

Sebastian: ????

Anthony: ????

M/R: *You look nervous while staring at them*

Sebastian: That's it?

M/R: What do you mean that's it.

Anthony: So you have a crush on Henry and you are just stopping someone from becoming their possible girlfriend. 

M/R: Um….yes, I know it sounds crazy

Anthony: That's not crazy.

M/R: Wait what?

Sebastian:  Yeah bro, we have done that already, how do you think I got Sarah, I didn’t get lucky.

Anthony: And my past relationships you think they were just magically single.

M/R: Wait, you guys have done stuff to get your crushes.

Sebastian: Yeah mom taught us, don’t you remember.

M/R: I mean I barely remember what she taught us.

Anthony: Relax it's nothing really important but don’t worry you're not crazy for doing this.

M/R: I still can’t believe you guys have done this before.

Sebastian: Relax, if you need any more suggestions just ask us, we would love to help.

Anthony: Yeah, you and Henry seem cute together anyway

You blush at your brother's comment and they end up leaving your room, you finally get to lay down alone with your thoughts. What are mom and dad doing, what can you do to sabotage that gift, you can just steal it or you can just replace it with something more offensive to get Henry disgusted at her. That sounds better just need to figure out what, you fall asleep thinking of a possible gift replacement that would shock Henry

Tuesday

The sound of the annoying alarm wakes you up and you get ready for the shower. Of course both showers are being hogged by your brothers. After an eternity you manage to shower and get ready for school, you go downstairs expecting your parents but remember the letter from yesterday. You sit down and also remember the chat with your brothers and decide to ask them for help.

M/N: Hey I need help with something.

Anthony: Yeah, what is it?

M/N: Amy is going to give Henry a gift as way to make amends from yesterday's incident

Sebastian: That you caused.

M/N: Shut up, any way I my idea was to replace the gift with something offensive that would disgust Henry, got any ideas

Sebastian: Why not just steal it?

M/N: Stealing it would just not do anything, no feelings are hurt just a lost gift and he would just move on

Anthony: Got any ideas on what you want to replace it with.

Sebastian:  Of course he doesn’t, that is why he is asking.

Anthony: Is Henry sexually active?

Sebastian: Dude really?

M/N: That I know of, no he isn’t, not the type to hit and go.

Anthony: Well there's your solution.

Anthony leaves and goes upstairs to his room and comes back down stairs and passes you an item.

M/N: A CONDOM!!!

Anthony: Yeah, as the gift.

M/N: Why would I do that?

Anthony: Well it will make him uncomfortable with what he receives and feel awkward about it with Amy.

Sebastian: What if he likes it and takes it as a suggestion from Amy?

M/N: Doubt that, if your best friend gave a condom as a gift you would be confused or uncomfortable.

Anthony: Well, that's the end of it just swap the gift with the condom and see Henry's reaction

Sebastian: Weird way to sabotage something but whatever not my crush.

You hide the condom in your wallet and leave the house with your brothers, while walking you receive a text from Henry saying he won’t be able to meet up before homeroom so you keep walking with your brothers. When you make it to school you say goodbye to your brothers and run off the same bush that you hid in yesterday. Of course you see Henry waiting for Amy and when she shows up they start chatting.

Henry: Well I’m here early

Amy: About tim….I mean thank you.

Henry: You said you wanted to discuss something

Amy: Well actually I wanted to give you this.

She takes out her bag a box with a blue ribbon on it.

Henry: A gift for me?

Amy: Yes, I want you to open it during lunch time and you can tell me how much you like it and at the end of the day.

Henry: Alright, thank you so much Amy.

Amy: Your….welcome hopefully you like it

You could swear that you see Amy blushing which starts making your blood boil for a moment but you quickly calm down. After they leave you head to your homeroom and thankfully Henry sets the present down on his desk and leaves to go do something. You notice the classroom is empty so you take advantage of the moment and head towards the present and you open it. The present reveals a video game specifically World of Warcraft, she got Henry the game he was saving up for. A present like this would definitely cause him to fully forgive Amy, you take out the game and stuff it into your bag and you take out the condom from your wallet and put it in the present and manage to make it look like it hasn’t been touched. After swapping, M/N leaves the class and pretends to be walking around school and acting casual. You see your brothers who end up asking if you did the deed and you tell them you did and they just smirk but before they can say anything else the bell rings. You run to your homeroom and sit next to Henry who seems to be staring at the present in excitement. Class begins and before you know it the lunch bell goes off and you go to find Henry. You see him with his lunch and the present in hand, you walk up to him to start a conversation.

M/N: Hey Henry, what did you bring for lunch?

Henry: A classic burger, my mother made it for me so I'm going to enjoy it, and what about you?

M/N: Just a sandwich, can’t really bring takeout to school.

Henry: Why would you bring takeout to school, doesn’t your mum usually make lunch for you and your brothers.

M/N: Well, yeah it's just that my parents are currently….on a trip or something.

Henry: What do you mean?

M/N: We got this note saying they needed to leave for some emergency but to not worry about it, and since I am the only one that can cook I need to provide food for my siblings but don’t really want to cook for them so we are just planning to order takeout till our parents return.

Henry: They are missing out, your cooking is amazing.

M/N: Thanks Henry, by the way what's up with the gift, been meaning to ask you that during homeroom?

Henry: Oh, Amy gave it to me as a gift for getting me sick yesterday.

M/N: Really, I wonder what she got you?

Henry: I don’t know, hey open it for me while I eat.

M/N: Um, sure I’ll open it for you.

You open up the gift and pretend to be confused and shocked

Henry:  What is it?

M/N: Well, it’s very……well…….

Henry: Just give it.

Henry sets his burger down and grabs the gift and looks inside, and his face changes from anticipation to confusion and disgust.

M/N: Henry?

Henry: I…..what……what the hell is this?

M/N: Looks like a condom.

Henry: I KNOW what it is, but why the hell is this as a gift.

M/N: Maybe as a joke.

Henry: Well I’m not laughing, I can’t believe she would get me excited about a gift and do this.

M/N: What are you going to do?

Henry: I’m just going to let her know that I didn’t like the gift and leave it at that.

You guys finish your lunch in an awkward silence and end up leaving each other to go to your last few classes. But before you enter your classroom you see Henry having a chat with Amy and clearly you have to go listen.

Amy: So, how was the gift?

Henry: Amy, don't ever bother giving me a gift like that ever again.

Amy: Wait, you didn't like it?

Henry: No, of course not, just leave the gift giving for christmas and birthdays.

With that Henry leaves Amy and heads to his classroom leaving Amy with a confused expression. You decide to enter your classroom and a couple minutes later you see Amy walk in clearly sad as you see her sit down. The weird part is you sadly feel bad but the moment you remember about her crush on Henry those feelings go away instantly, then you think of a way to make yourself the hero of the day.  After class you notice Henry is going to walk home alone, so you go up to and ask him if you guys could walk together and he quickly says yes. After reaching the corner that causes you two to walk in the opposite direction you two stand for a bit and chat and decide now is the perfect opportunity.

M/N: Henry how are you feeling after you know?

Henry: A bit ok but really just a bit bother that Amy would give me that as a present.

M/N: Well, I was actually going to wait till graduation but since these two days have been unlucky I might as well give it to you now.

Henry: Give me what exactly?

You take out your bag the World of Warcraft game that you took out of Amy's present and pass it to him.

M/N: For you, early graduation present, from me.

Henry: M/N…..I….thank you this is amazing I've been saving up for a bit for this game. This means a lot to me M/N thank you again.

M/N: No need to thank me.

Henry: Wait, if it was going to be a graduation present why did you already have it in your bag.

M/N: Well….. I was going to wrap it in the sewing club but they didn’t really have wrapping paper so I was planning to just buy wrapping paper but now I don’t need to.

Henry: Ah, alright that makes sense but thank you so much this means a lot from you.

Henry hugs you tight and you hug him back and notice that your hug lasts a little longer than usual but he eventually lets go. You say our goodbyes and you see Henry walking with a smile on his face, the same smile that attracted you to him. You walk the rest home and see your brothers at the front waiting and straight to point start throwing questions at you.

Anthony: So lover boy did it work?

M/N: Yes it did work, thank you for the help.

Anthony: Well you are welcome

Sebastian: So are you still going to sabotage them or you think Henry is going to still say yes to the confession?

M/N: Not really sure, better be safe than sorry so might as well still keep an eye out

Anthony: Let's order some burgers as a celebration for a good job on sabotage I guess

Sebastian: Lets get like five each with large fries each.

After having a fulfilling dinner you and your brothers spend the rest of the night playing video games and getting homework done. By time you are ready to go to bed you receive a text message, expecting it to be Henry you see it is from Robert.

Robert: Looks like someone has been busy these last two days, funny how a friendship can start crumbling so easily.

M/N: Is it really that interesting?

Robert: Yes it is, seeing the events unfold is quite entertaining to say the least.

M/N: Do you have things for girls about to get their heart broken or something.

Robert: Not really, think of me as your cupid.

M/N: Yeah hell no.

Robert: Fine, just here to help remember that. 

M/N:  Thanks but for now I think I’m good.

Robert: Alright whatever you say just remember let me know when you need help cause I can be a good ally.

Wednesday

After waking up and eating breakfast you meet up with Henry usually and walk to school then leaves to meet up with Amy to chat. You still don’t know how he is able to still talk to her but you called it, they are still friends. This time it looks like Amy was waiting for a while and she seems excited.

Amy: Finally you’re here

Henry: Yeah I’m here you texted me saying you wanted to meet.

Amy: I have reservations at a restaurant after school, so you're coming along with me.

Henry: Wait, like a date or something??

Amy: WHAT NO, I was going to go with some of my classmates but they canceled so I don’t want the reservation to go to waste.

Henry: Well sure, I would love to go.

Amy: Alright meet me after school and don’t be late.

You see them walk away and you start there is no way you can sabotage that date without getting caught in the restaurant. Nothing comes to mind, maybe you can try to get the reservation canceled, no it wouldn’t work cause most likely sent her an alert that it got canceled. Maybe just hang around Amy today and hopefully you can think of something. After finding Amy sitting in her homeroom alone you decide to walk in and say hello.

M/N: Hey Amy

Amy: Hey M/N how are you doing?

M/N: Great, excited for that AP CALC test today.

Amy: Yeah I…am

As she says this she lets out a big yawn which startles you at first.

M/N: Everything alright?

Amy: Yeah just that I didn’t get much sleep last night since I was studying and I have a date later at this restaurant and now that I am thinking about it could be a bad idea I might fall asleep.

M/N: You have a date, with who?

Amy: Can’t say keeping a secret for now M/N don’t worry one day you will find out.

M/N: Alright why don’t just cancel and let this date know that you are tired.

Amy: Took a while to get this reservation and I really wanted this date for a while.

M/N: Wow, he must be a great guy.

Amy: Yeah, he is.

M/N: Well I don’t know, go take a nap or something or drink coffee.

Amy: Wait, that is a good idea

M/N: What the coffee?

Amy: No, the nap I’ll take a 30 minute nap at the rooftop before I meet with Hen….my date.

M/N: I….yeah go with that I’m sure that will help you stay awake.

Amy: I don’t know why M/N but lately you have been really helpful with giving me solutions.

M/N: Well miracle worker here I guess

Amy giggles a bit and you say your goodbyes, she is going to take a nap after school at the rooftop alone, with no one around. You start having solutions but dark ones and you instantly ignore them and try to think of another solution. Hours pass with you struggling trying to figure out how to stop Amy and Henry from meeting after school. Until the time comes for Amy to take her nap you quickly find a place behind the wall and see her get to bench on the roof. She takes out her phone and starts talking to herself. “I’ll just set an alarm for 30 minutes and that should do it”, she lays down and you can tell she fell asleep due to her snoring. You see her phone without thinking, you tiptoe to her and grab her phone. You try to turn off the alarm but she has a pin, but you manage to fully turn off the phone and you place it back next to her. You tiptoe away and head to your locker. After 50 minutes Henry is still standing outside waiting for Amy until you hear him start muttering. “Where the hell is she, and I’m the late one screw this restaurant I’m going home”. 

You see him start walking away and you call this a success but you wait for a couple more minutes then you start walking towards home. When you get home your brothers are setting their shoes and going upstairs you are about to do the same until you get a phone call, you check and it's from your mom.

M/N: Mom?

Mom: Hey M/N just calling in to check in on you guys

M/N: We are fine, just that Anthony for some reason is running out of money already and is about to start using my card.

Mom: I’m sure that is because you've been ordering take out and other junk.

M/N: Maybe??

Mom: I’ll send more money from our cards but that is it,if you guys need money you need to get yourself a part-time job

M/N: Why a job, and why include me. I'm busy.

Mom: Really, busy doing what exactly.

M/N: I mean AP CALC can be a pain

Mom: Mhm yeah right, you've been getting straight A’s since middle school so I don’t buy it. The recommendation isn’t a punishment, it can do you guys some good especially for you, it can keep you from doing something ... .extreme.

M/N: What do you….fine I’ll think about it.

Mom: Good

M/N: Anyway Mom why did you and dad leave us here, what's going on

Mom: I’m sorry, just that something came up, something in our way and your father and I need to take care of it.

M/N: Is it that Saldana person, my brother said he heard you guys talking about someone with that name.

Mom: DON’T get involved M/N, it is a story too complicated

M/N: Someday you have to tell us about it.

Mom: One day I will, and don’t worry it isn’t boring like your fathers stories.

Thursday

The alarm sounds from your clock and you realize again that today is Thursday, if everything keeps going your way, hopefully tomorrow Henry will reject Amy's confession. You shower, dry yourself off and put your school uniform on. While going downstairs your brother Anthony throws you his phone, you grab it and take a look at it. It was a post made by Amy and it was a photo of her at home and she had a bowl of ice cream with her, and based on her face it looks like she has been crying. While looking at this phone your brothers start smirking, “Alright thanks for the update but I’m sure she probably called Henry and he probably forgave her like always”. You grab your things and leave without letting your brothers say anything else. At the corner where you meet you wait for him but he doesn’t show up, a second later your phone dings and you check it and it is a text from Henry saying he won’t meet up today saying he is currently not feeling well. You had a gut feeling that you should run to school so once you got to your usual hiding spot you barely made it on time to listen to Henry and Amy discussion and based on Henry's face he did not want to be there.

Amy: Hey Henry, you wanted to meet up earlier than usual why?

Henry: Do you still have the book I lent you a couple of days ago?

Amy: Yeah I do, I’m almost done with can you let me have it for the rest of the day,I was planning to read the rest at the fountain after that I’ll give it to you at the end of the day.

Henry: Fine, just make sure to not damage it, it was a gift from M/N.

Amy: Alright don’t worry.

Henry leaves without saying another word and Amy follows until they separate for their classes. You didn’t even need to think twice, you instantly knew what you had to do, steal that book or destroy it. You head to class and decide to talk to Henry and possibly see if your sabotage is actually working. Henry sees you walk in and waves and starts talking to you.

Henry: M/N sorry about this morning, I needed to meet with Amy cause I asked her to give something she borrowed back to me.

M/N: Did she give it back?

Henry: No, she said she will give it to me after school, just hope she keeps her word.

M/N: Everything alright?

Henry: Just lately Amy has just not been good lately, I don’t know but seems like she really is showing her true colors and I am not liking it.

M/N: That is too bad, but hey you have that new game to distract you.

Henry: Yeah, you’re right just hope everything returns back to normal.

When the lunch bell rings you go to the school fountain and sit down on a random bench until finally you see Amy show up with the book. You see her reading it and what feels like forever you see another student go up to her and ask her for something. She gets up and stupidly leaves the book on the fountain. You slowly walk to the fountain and double check to see if anyone can see you, after you check that no one will see, you drop the book into the fountain then leave. After another minute you see Amy come back and when she notices the book fell in the fountain she freaked out and started panicking and she quickly ran. You don’t bother following her and just eat your lunch and not care. The day goes by quickly and when after school comes around you are pretending to be packing and from a earshot you hear Henry and Amy.

Henry: Do you have the book with you?

Amy: Henry, I’m sorry the book fell in the fountain somehow and I couldn’t fix it.

Henry yanks the book away from Amy's hand

Henry: But, how did this happen!?

Amy: I don’t know, I set it down left for a bit and it must of fell in when I got up.

Henry: HOW COULD YOU!, M/N gave this to me. It was special to me.

Amy: Henry I’m sorry

Henry: Amy just, I’ll see you tomorrow bye.

Amy: Henry, wait.

Henry walks not even bothering to listen anymore he seemed more sad than mad, you walk home feeling accomplished and proud and when you settle at home you end up going to bed feeling nothing but joy.

Friday

Today is the day, if your hard work paid off Henry will say no to Amy's confession hopefully. After getting dressed you walk downstairs and see a well cooked  breakfast served on the dinner table.

Anthony: Morning M/N, as a way to celebrate you succeeding in breaking up that friendship, enjoy having a full breakfast meal.

M/N: First, I’m not even sure if it's going to work and….

Anthony: Don’t even think like that, it is clearly working since even we can feel the tension between Henry and Amy and not the good type

Sebastian: You kidding, the tension couldn’t even be cut with a knife, that's how intense it is. Trust me whatever you are doing is working.

M/N: Does that mean should I even bother trying to do something today to mess it up also.

Anthony: I say still do something, just to overall seal the deal for today.

You eat the breakfast your brothers made you and head out to school with them, they leave you at the usual corner and you wait for Henry until he shows up. When Henry finally makes it you both start chatting for a bit.

M/N: Wait Amy damaged what?

Henry: She damaged the book you gave me as a gift, I can’t believe she would be so careless.

M/N: What makes you think she was careless?

Henry: I don’t know, I always had a feeling that she was jealous of our friendship, which I don’t understand because she is my childhood friend not you. You're my good friend but she just…GAHHH.

M/N: She really has been getting on your nerves lately,

Henry: She has been, I’m running out of patience with her. M/N she just…..

M/N: She just what?

Henry: She isn’t like you, I feel like you're more of a childhood friend to me than she is to me.

You stay looking at each other for a moment in silence but that silence is broken when Henry's phone dings, he checks it and receives a message from Amy asking help on a homework assignment.

M/N: So you're going to help her?

Henry: I don’t feel like sitting down and chatting with her so I’m just going to let her copy it.

M/N: Really?

Henry: Yeah, at least I won’t be chatting with her because right now I need a little break from her.

M/N: Alright, do what you think is best.

Henry sends her a message saying that he will leave it on top of her desk and to give it to him later. Henry and you head to your lockers and Henry leaves to go give Amy the assignment. You follow behind and once you see him give Amy the assignment you thought of a plan. Amy before she starts copying heads to what seems like the bathroom and leaves Henry homework in her bag. After she leaves you see the classroom is empty so you walk in and dig in her bag and find Henry's homework. Once you found it you stuffed it in your bag and left the room not bothering to see her reaction. You head to class like usual and wait out the time then hours later around after school Henry walks up to you.

Henry: SHE LOST IT!

M/N: Henry calm down, what's wrong?

Henry: Amy lost my homework assignment I let her borrow, so I got freaking zero on that assignment and my grade dropped a whole letter.

M/N: Henry calm down, breathe in.

Henry: That was the last graded assignment for that class, everything else would be quizzes and exams so now I am going to have to study my butt off to bring my grade up if I want to possibly earn full rides to universities.

M/N: I know Henry, just relax everything will be alright it's Friday so use this weekend to just forget about this horrible day.

Henry: More like a horrible week, but thank you’re right I need to relax and just deal with the reality on Monday.

M/N: Where is Amy?

Henry: Don’t know haven’t seen her since class time I think I may just walk home without her, going to try to use this weekend to just not remember anything bad that happen this week so don’t feel if I ignore your calls

M/N: You can use the weekend to play that game all day and night.

Henry chuckles and asks you to meet him by the gate so you do, from a distance you see Henry at his locker but notice he takes out a note. You run up to him and ask him what the letter is about, apparently it is from Amy asking him to meet him at the rose garden, Henry looks at you and just ends up going. You give Henry some time to give some distance then you decide to follow and go to the rose garden. Once you make it to the rose garden you hide behind another bush and you see Amy come out from behind a tree and step in front of Henry and she starts talking.

Henry: Amy?

Amy: I’m….glad you came.

Henry: What is this about?

Amy: Just needed to have you meet me here, because I feel some sort of confidence.

Henry: Confidence about what?

Amy: Well, the reason why my relationships never worked was because I felt like it was never with the right person.

Henry: What made you think that?

Amy: Every time I was with someone I kept thinking about another person.

Henry: Who?

Amy: Just listen alright, I…..LIKE YOU, I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I BELIEVE YOU AND ME CAN BE SOMETHING SPECIAL.

Henry: Amy honestly, I’m sorry but I don’t think we can be something special.

Amy: What…..is it because of what has been happening this week, it was just one shitty week that's all just….

Henry: Amy don’t, it's not just that it is way more than that.

Amy: I can be nicer, neater, believe me I can……..

Henry: Just stop, it just won’t work, this won’t happen, goodbye.

Amy: Henry please wait.

Amy starts crying while Henry turns his back around and leaves her alone in the rose garden, while you in a distance start feeling joyful and start laughing a bit knowing you had succeeded. You leave school and run home to tell your brother the good news.

Saturday

Henry's POV

Henry goes into a park to clear his mind after yesterday and sits on a bench feeling sad, until someone passes by

??: Oh, hi is everything alright?

Henry: Um, I’m sorry, Gal right?

Gal Gadot: Yeah, we are assigned to that school project

Henry: Oh I remembered

Gal Gadot: Is everything alright, what has got you feeling down.

Henry: I don’t want to trouble you.

Gal Gadot: It is no trouble at all.

Henry: Well, I have a childhood friend named Amy, recently we just have not been getting along and I believed I may have feelings for her but this week our friendship kept getting tested and it was struggling. So, when she confessed her feelings I couldn’t say yes because it felt like her true colors were showing. I feel bad for rejecting her and ruining our friendship but I didn’t want to accept her feelings out of pity and now I don’t know if I did the right thing.

Gal Gadot: Don’t you know what's his name, M/N haven’t you discussed it with me.

Henry: I was going to, but can’t bring myself to throw my problems on top of him. He is someone I can count on but I don't want him to worry about me about something so dumb.

Gal Gadot: I’m sorry to hear that, maybe a walk in the park will help clear your head instead of just sitting and feeling sorry.

Henry: Maybe you’re right, a walk can do some good.

Gal Gadot: I’ll join you.

While Henry and Gal walk around the park they don’t notice someone taking photos of them and following them.

Sunday

M/N POV

You are getting ready for bed and you suddenly get a text message from Robert.

Robert: Well I will say I didn’t expect you to get rid of Amy that way but it works

M/N: Why do you seem disappointed, expecting me to go crazy?

Robert: Mostly surprised but not really sending you a message for just a normal chat

M/N: Why did you text me?

Robert: *Attached images of Henry and Gal walking in the park standing real close*

M/N: WHO IS she?

Robert: Her name is Gal Gadot, she is Henry's partner in a school project, seems to be catching his attention and Henry seems to be catching her attention.

M/N: Why warn me about this again, what is your game?

Robert: No game just like I said good karma.

M/N: Good karma?

Robert: Doesn’t matter, it looks like she is planning to confess on Friday also, so I will think of something fast or you may lose Henry to another girl.

M/N: I can’t lose him when he is mine already.

[oreo-oro-orero]

Bad Ending Prelude

A bed ending excerpt for @redrum-alice dating sim au

"A Predator Lurks"

Ekko laughed, a sweet sound that you've grown attached to ever since you started to hang out with him. You couldn't help but notice that when he was around everything seemed to get so much brighter.

Ekko: "You know, I'm happy you were able to make it. usually it's just me and Jinx at these god awful pep rallies but it's nice to have another friend to share our misery with."

You chuckle and agree but a small part of you lingers on that "Friend" word. It's odd really, you didn't even realize you were falling for him that's how he gets you. Just like a sweet dessert, you take one bite and then you're hooked.

"Well..you know what they say...misery loves company"

You say as your hand slowly but surely makes its way onto his thigh. He gives you a quick smile and soon focuses his attention back on the rally.

Just then a shiver ran down your spine and you instantly recognized the feeling. It's exactly the same as when she walked you home, the darkness in her eyes, the uncaring gaze that somehow pierced your soul, the hint of pink that mixed with cold blue. She didn't say much when she was staring at you. Her hand gripping your wrist almost threatening to break it. She only said two words.

"He's Mine."

You quickly excuse yourself and make your way to the bathroom, your breath fast and nerves on edge.

You lock the stall door and calm yourself as best you can. What were you thinking? Of course she would be watching, for God sake you knew she would be. She said she wanted to go up the second level of the gym to get a better look at the rally but she....Then it hit you...this was a test...a test to see if you would take her advice. That you would stay away but you didn't. You took a bite of that dessert and now you wanted more. It was a test and you failed it with flying colors.

You steady your nerves enough to leave the stall and exit the bathroom. You'll just go home, yeah that's it. Sneak out the back of the school and run home as fast as you can. You can text Ekko and tell him you had a stomach ache an-

Jinx: "You know...I told you that you should've packed your own lunch, damn near everybody knows to bring food from home on casserole day."

Your heart stopped and that familiar feeling of dread coated your spine. There she was, standing right in front of you, leaning on the wall. Her ocean blue braids scraped the floor as she fiddled with her candy colored nails.

Jinx: "I have to say, you were getting pretty handsy with my Tuff-Tuff." Jinx said not even looking up from her nails.

"Jinx I...you know that I would never-"

Jinx: "tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, even after we had our little talk and even after you promised that you wouldn't try any more shit, you still test your luck. I expected better from you."

Her words were cold and blunt, this was a far cry from the energy filled ball of chaos that you've grown to know

"Jinx I know I messed up but it wasn't anything like that, I swear....I...I"

You try to find your voice again but your throat has gone dry.

Jinx: "Ekko really seems to like you, so we'll just call this strike two, I'll tell him you got a bloody nose and went home."

You look at her in shock, she's...she's letting you go?

"O...okay...but my nose isn't bleeding, what am I gonna tell the teachers"

And just like that you find yourself on the ground, Jinx standing over you. You smell metal and soon a sharp pain rings throughout your face. You instinctively hold your nose as blood gushes from it and as you do you see through tears stained eyes that your blood is on Jinx's knuckles. How did she get over to you so fast? It felt like you just blinked and-.

Before you could finish your thought you felt a cold hand grab your busted nose and squeeze but before you could let out a scream, your mouth was covered by another hand. Soon you find yourself staring at eye level with those Azure eyes and that cold stare.

Jinx: "You tell them you have a broken nose silly."

Jinx says a hint of glee peaking out from the ever present coldness she's meeting you with up until now.

Jinx: "I don't like repeating myself but I'll do it anyway. I'm not going to let you take him away from me. We've already been split up before and I'll be damned if I'm going to let some wannabe street trash split us up again, he's mine mine mine mine. Do I make myself clear.

You nod your head and Jinx lets go of your broken nose and uncovers your mouth

Jinx: "Good, run along now and oh!"

Jinx goes into the bathroom and emerges with a clump of paper towels in her hand, she dumps them on you ask she walks past you to the rejoin the rally and Ekko

Jinx: "For the road. That's pretty nasty break, you should really be careful next time. Those bathroom floors are always so wet."

She says that hint of glee peaking out again. Blue braids disappear up the steps and you slowly get up and cover your nose with tissues.

"strike two...how many...how many do I have left"

[dirtbra1n]

well since you obviously said it isn't a trap! what are your thoughts on hirano and sasaki :)

so it was a trap in the end. surprise! it’s just that it was supposed to be like a pit trap and it still is one just stupid deep. I’ve been in this pit for so long. sorry for leaving you waiting. it’s been ruminating for this long now and my thoughts aren’t organized to begin with so we Might as well just get on with it

tldr Tfw you and your best friend are queer at the same time and are sort of constantly orbiting around one another about it in weird liminal space where you’re simultaneously telling each other everything but never saying something

so I don’t know if you’ve gotten the chance to read the sasamiya first years novel yet highly recommend it Sound of the summer. but there was. like. an unprecedented amount of stuff in there that gutted me. like the last chapter. here’s the chapter image by the way

psychological warfare on me specifically. just Look I’ll bold the highlights:

He wants to pull himself up, I thought. He just hasn’t found anything to give him that push.

Not that it was any business of mine.

“Sun’s pretty high in the sky by now. There shouldn’t be any direct sunlight on your desk this time of day,” I said. “You came all the way to school. As long as you have the chance to make the effort, why not make it?”

With that encouragement, Sasaki got to his feet, swaying slightly. As I watched him brush the dust off his uniform, I decided to suggest to the Disciplinary Committee that we should make sure this area got swept periodically. We wouldn’t want any part of the school, even one off-limits to students, to look grimy.

“Mmm… Well, I guess I could handle one worksheet. If you’ll help me, Hirano.” The way he still seemed completely harmless was almost funny.

“Yeah, I’ll help you. If you really have it with you. If you don’t, then go talk to the teacher and get another copy before lunch is over.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I almost cracked a smile at the sense of friendliness he exuded. “You should only say ‘yeah’ once. Break’s over in five minutes, you know. You could stand to look like you’re sweating it a little.”

This time, Sasaki drew it out into a single “yeeeah.” He started down the stairs, and I fell into step beside him. “Hey, give me your phone number,” I said softly, rushing it out.

“You?” he said, apparently not expecting that at all.

I was surprised to discover I felt a rush of embarrassment. I kept my eyes determinedly forward. “It’s a pain in the ass not being able to get ahold of you.” It felt funny, looking after a guy my own age like this, but I couldn’t stop myself. I figured getting Sasaki’s contact info now would make it easier if I needed something with him in the future.

Sasaki Shuumei.

My first impression was that he did things by the seat of his pants. My second—that he was a lot of trouble.

for my own peace of mind. will largely copy-paste what I’ve already said

like. how else do I say that this feels like. pre-romance. you’d think it’s WEIRD for these two. but there’s still that feeling. that hirano feels drawn to look after sasaki in like EXACTLY the same way he felt drawn to look after kagi. the like. “Hey, give me your phone number,” I said softly, rushing it out. sasaki sweeping dust off himself and hirano getting the idea to suggest the disciplinary committee sweep EVERYWHERE. with that underlying feeling of I don’t want you to get dirty. seeing where sasaki is, not wanting to move forward, and wanting (quietly, subconsciously) to help him with it. Maybe we were supposed to be having this conversation.

like what’s WITH that. why does it FEEL LIKE THAT

like part of it totally is the whole I have feelings for you I have feelings for you too (the feeling they’re both feeling is friendship) but it’s ALSO. ITS SOMETHING ELSE TOO. and it’s SO interesting to bite into because this novel like. very suddenly threw at us this different angle at which to view the relationships we’re already familiar with. and without even knowing it hirano and sasaki’s friendship—which was ALREADY liable to tear me asunder—was actually EVEN MORE LOADED with things to blow my dick clean off No don’t leave that in.

like we knew already that hirano’s this diligent kind of guy, but he gets this task that he feels is absolutely not his fucking job (tell sasaki to turn in a worksheet) and then he, like. gets pissy about it Yeah but also takes it exactly as seriously as you’d EXPECT him to. he complains about not feeling full at lunch even on a regular gym day, but he ate fast to have more time. to look for sasaki. he looked in every typical playing-hooky kind of space in the school, physically moving up the school, floor by floor, as he searched. and then he’s out of places. except for the school roof, which is locked, but he gets suspicious and goes to check anyway.

Ogasawara said Sasaki hates the heat. From that perspective, the stairway looked like a cozy hole in the ground.

I pushed aside the whiteboard proclaiming that the roof was for “authorized personnel only” and took a hesitant step onto the stairs. I worked my way up to the landing, doing my damnedest not to make a sound. I turned and saw someone.

“There you are!” I sighed.

Sasaki was at the uppermost part of the staircase. The door to the roof was indeed locked, and the only window that let any light in was far away. Sasaki was sitting in a shadowy spot, leaning against the cool wall, listening to music.

“Oh,” he said, his eyes drifting open. His ya-caught-me expression seemed out of place on the dusty staircase. It was the disinterested reaction of a guy who just didn’t care about school.

“The hell are you doing here?” I said. Had he really been sitting there all day? Didn’t his butt get sore?

Sasaki slid off his headphones and gave me a questioning look. “Er, Hirano, right? Whatcha need?”

He remembers my name? That surprised me. Maybe my golden hair gave it away.

“What do I need? To tell you that you have to turn in a worksheet for Modern Literature today. You’re the only one who hasn’t.”

Only then did it occur to me that it would have been far more efficient just to have Ogasawara send him a text. I’d been asked to tell him to turn in the worksheet, but I wasn’t ordered to collect it from him. Still, it was true that I was concerned about his “flying by the seat of his pants” approach to life. Maybe we were supposed to be having this conversation.

and really when you read the entire chapter with this understanding of its Weirdness you’ll notice all these various ways hirano has noticed things about sasaki (“No wonder he always seemed to be eating bread at lunch.”) and it’s just like. Where do we go from here.

and then you look at early hirakagi and sasaki’s subtitle is “The Classmate” and it’s BEWILDERINGLY FUNNY

like this is hysterical to me. you share this strangely intimate moment with this guy you feel drawn to look after despite everything and then after that he’s not even your friend yet.

we see what the beginning of their friendship looks like, we see how invested hirano is in sasaki’s just. everything! we see how much he sees sasaki (apathetic, placid, a couple steps from delinquency, though he’s not moving towards it) and we see how much he WANTS sasaki to get past it!!! and then they aren’t even friends yet. because hirano is unbeatably weird about his relationships with all people. what the hell is wrong with you hirano taiga. I love you.

AND THAT ISN’T EVEN GETTING INTO THE WAY SASAKI GETS ABOUT HIRANO.!!!!! because just. god I think the reason I was putting this off is because it makes me want to cry. We all remember this scene right

because I remember. think I could probably get whacked over the head with a fire extinguisher, get amnesia’d, and still remember this scene in blinding detail. have I said already that I’m insane. I went on this big long tangent in sunnnfish’s tags about it one time, and I’m gonna quote myself on that:

the way sasaki who even now at this point in time is generally apathetic and walled off from emotion / who is walking with a friend of his who also generally isn’t much for externalizing how he feels / sees an aspect of that friends life that he hardly sees / and thus sees an aspect of that FRIEND he hardly sees / and that aspect is. it’s so. / like i’m losing my grip on this framing / sasaki knows hirano to be kind of a hardass and stick in the mud / and all of a sudden out of nowhere hirano is like Head back without me and sasaki / who until that moment hadn’t been paying attention. had therefore been observing and feeling nothing / looks up and sees. hirano doing something so (to sasaki) UN-hiranolike / because of kagi. and sasaki has to notice that. because he and hirano are friends. and sasaki is someone who notices things

the much shorter quote that sums up my feelings on this scene just about as well is as follows: LIKE GOD. LOOK AT SASAKI’S EYES. YOU GET WHAT I MEAN / DON’T YOU?

like you. I have to collect myself this is so embarrassing I hate you sasaki shuumei….. <- lie YOU GET THESE PIECES AND START PUTTING THEM TOGETHER. that their friendship started at the top of a stairwell that was kind of like a cozy hole in the ground, and hirano saw the sasaki there that was kind of just. not in a place to care! and he reached out to him in his pissy hardass way and asked shyly for his number and agreed to help with his work and started this process that got sasaki to. HERE!!!! they weren’t friends until somehow someway sometime they were and when hirano tells sasaki to go back without him he placidly agrees until he sees what hirano is doing and he gets this look in his eyes and it’s. I think I subconsciously know to avoid talking about sasaki because I can’t ever help but get unbearably emotional.

they’re just

they’re friends. and they care about each so much and the jump from their first year first-contact fucking. rendezvous in the stairwell leading to the roof, where it’s just them two in a place where neither of them is supposed to be, where hirano still resolves to keep it clean. which could mean nothing. to their second year where you can just look at sasaki’s eyes and glean something beyond words that has permanently ruined my life. to their third year where they’re so easy and comfortable and hirano smiles easily and with affection and sasaki has grown into someone who would be a stranger to first year hirano, but not an unwelcome one. you just. you have to get it! you have to understand!

so hey. we’ve made it this far in. right? we have. so can I please just

hirano sees sasaki, wants to help him despite being the same age -> sasaki, two years later, undeniably friends with this guy who he can be deeply himself with, wants help with something, sees hirano, notices how focused in on his own work he is, probably puzzles together how worn out he’s gotta be, and resolves not to ask for it.

we’ve made it this far in together, right? so I’ll do you the favor of not drawing this comparison to kagi even though I kind of want to, both for your sake but mostly for mine. because it might kill me to put those words together and I need to wipe my eyes AGAIN I HATE YOU SASAKI SHUUMEI!!!!!!!! <- liar

but there’s this thing that is so so evident through hirakagi specifically where you see sasaki seeing something and resolving to hold onto it for hirano’s sake. sasaki sees how worn out hirano is and refuses to put more stress on him. sasaki sees hirano interacting with roommate-kun and makes up his mind to keep as many of those details from miyano as possible.

he just cares. sasaki just cares.

so now this If you thought I was being weird before. man. let me quote myself again

like. it . these two. it almost feels like sasaki is thinking about miyano just to remind you that the weirdness here is totally Not something we should be latching onto. like sasaki SHOULD know already that miyano would NOT want him hunching over. but how else would we get THIS

what is with sasaki and hirano and this FEELING.

sasaki’s own line of ellipses. I mean, it’s not like you’re short or anything. Oh. But then Roommate-kun’s taller than me, isn’t he?

WHAT IS WITH SASAKI AND HIRANO AND THIS FEELING.

@sunnnfish comments here on the liminality, “a special space where time and space feel weird. Almost like it shouldn’t exist”

a couple steps to the left

like sasaki and miyano.. they don’t really get all that many liminal moments. and hirano and kagi get their moments but they’re like. MOMENTS. but sasaki and hirano…… every one of them, it feels like, when they’re alone, just the two of them. every one of them has that liminal feeling where everything’s weird, and you’re speaking around this impossible SOMETHING in your mouth, sat on your tongue, not going anywhere, and your words come out sort of jumbled for it. your brain tunes it out, thoughts about this and that, anything else, but the busyness just serves to emphasize that space on your tongue that is being taken up by….. whatever it is. like an x-ray, what’s being seen through and what isn’t.

…

like this moment where it’s just them and liminality is inescapable, they HAVE to talk about roommate-kun and he HAS to think about miyano. they have to. just a couple steps to the left, but this isn’t that. Oh. But Roommate-kun’s taller than me, isn’t he?

I’m a rotten husk, if you couldn’t tell. going to take one more second on that FUCKING. LINE because there’s something about it to me.

S: You of all people?

H: Huh?

S: Oh, no…

S: ………

S: I mean, it’s not like you’re short or anything. Oh. But then Roommate-kun’s taller than me, isn’t he?

his demeanor, his nine point ellipses, scratching the back of his head. then he thinks about kagi and draws the comparison. I’m gonna be sick I think actually

and then sunnnfish threw a right hook re: recontextualizing hirano’s They really have gotten close… …… Well, I guess there’s nothing wrong with that.

SF: … it’s like. In our canon universe that Not shifted a little to the left Hirano watches Sasaki evolve so much. Because of Miyano. Sasaki rather suddenly became such a close friend of his who he actively wants to see get better and find purpose and he sees him find that. At least a little. Even though he’s still apathetic he has more pep in his step. And there’s something there in all of that too. Just. Watching your best friend fall in love and change. That’s like it’s own kind of fucked up. Especially considering on some level he wanted to be the one to help sasaki. But he’s also happy that sasaki seems happier. I’m getting lost in the sauce I feel

DB: NO YEAH YOURE GETTING ME THERE

so I’ll drag back the tldr. sasaki and hirano have a really queer friendship and it’s a pang through the heart if you’re at all like me. number one secret third thing of my heart, because they’re actually really mundane and their friendship is so liminal and. look when I say. okay I’m gonna say something. their friendship is kind of romantic. just not necessarily in a romantic way. okay? all right.

one last. Let me sort of quote myself one last time I promise

sasaki too this GUY…. like of course I like the sasaki sasaki is with miyano. he’s everything to me even. but I think part of this secret third thing with hirano is like. the clear shot of the sasaki that. well not everyone sees him this way, tashiro thinks he’s scary. and ogasawara is gonna have a different view of him too because they’ve known each other for a few years now. but hirano went looking for him—when he realized HIMSELF that he literally could have just had ogasawara SEND HIM A TEXT—he went looking for him and found him in that stairwell that he was NOT supposed to be in and spoke to him, like he was maybe SUPPOSED to, and he sees this clear shot of the sasaki that is so. quiet friendly lonely and kind, a little timid and reclusive and aimless but not for lack of WANTING to pull himself up. this sasaki. and hirano gets a little short with him but he also wants to help him, wants to help pull him up, or at least help him WANT to pull himself up, wants to look after him

they’re weird and they care about each other so so so so sooooo so much because they’re friends. and sometimes they’re weird about each other. which is super normal. but as much as I’m waving my hands around clarifying this and that I’m standing by my initial statement with the stairwell. that was a really romantic framing. all right? okay.

I’m giving you a ladder out of the pit trap now. thank you very much for asking you’re a real good sport for that

[myselftalkingtomyself]

How to start eternity?

this gif is not mine, all the credits to the owner.

Aziraphale x Crowley

summary: The passion that Aziraphale and Crowley had for each other finally breaks between the two, but both don't know how to start this new phase of their relationship.

WordCount: 1025 

The Bentley parked in front of the bookshop. Aziraphale was the first to leave the car and go to the entrance of his shop. Crowley got out of his Bentley to follow the angel inside. His walk was strange, no rush and loose, but tense and careful. Similar to a person walking over a tightrope. The demon was like this since they left the shop. After Metatron came to pick up the angels to discuss the problems Gabriel created up there, Aziraphale suggested they go to the Ritzs for lunch, to celebrate that everything ended alright, even with a happy couple. Aziraphale started to talk about what happened in the morning, Gabriel and Beelzebub and how it happened. It was some kind of way to discover Crowley’s thoughts about it. What is his opinion over Gabriel now? And Beelzebub who gave up the highest positions in Hell to live eternal life with an angel? Only silence or short comments in response. Aziraphale concluded that the love story between an angel and a demon doesn't touch Crowley’s heart like it touches his. And it disturbs the angel. How could he not feel anything about it? 

They are now both inside the bookshop. Aziraphale was standing next to his table, ready to sit down, work or pretend to work while trying the whole time to hide his disappointment until Crowley leaves. He knew Crowley was standing there with the door behind him. The angel felt Crowley’s steps coming slowly in his direction, stopping in the middle of the room. Aziraphale turns around to stare at him. His best friend for so long. Crowley was just there breathing heavily and paralyzed, lifting his head up.

 “Crowley, are you alright?” The demon took his glasses off and threw them on Aziraphale’s armchair. 

“Right. I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say, I think I’d better say it now”. Crowley said turning and walking agitated through the space.

 “Okay.” Aziraphale responded. “Right, okay yes, so…” Crowley started taking a deep breath again and sighed.

 “We’ve been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We’re a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really.” The demon looked at the angel expecting some reaction to his words, Aziraphale was the most intelligent being Crowley knew, should be connected to the dots. However, he was just there, frozen.

“And I would like to spend…” Crowley stopped himself and cleaned his throat, as if the end of his sentence was forbidden. If it were in another situation, it could be funny to see a demon avoid saying something forbidden, but what could be so wrong to avoid saying it? 

“I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. We could be…us. You and me, what do you say?”  

“Crowley, you…you are implying what I think you are-, what exactly are you implying?”

Crowley was petrified looking at Aziraphale. First he closed his mouth, gulped and sighed once more. 

“You idiot.” Said the demon before running in Aziraphale’s direction. For a moment, the angel thought Crowley was furious with him, his hands grabbed Aziraphale's shirt collar and it already happened before. This time, their noses aren't the only thing separating them. In fact nothing was between the two, Crowley’s lips collided with Aziraphale’s right away. An impact just like the explosions Crowley used to create his gorgeous nebulae. In that distant past, Aziraphale used to visit Crowley's work in admiration. 

The moment was a massive dark hole now, Aziraphale was held on to Crowley’s shoulders; Crowley let go of his shirt collar and slid his hands to Aziraphale’s face. Time did not pass anymore, the kiss was now forever. After a while, their faces parted.

The angel and the demon stared shocked at each other. Aziraphale’s hands were in Crowley’s arms and Crowley had part of his fingers into Aziraphale's hair while he was holding his face. “Okay then.” “Right.” said both, let go of the other. 

“I will go do something…” Aziraphale pointed to the stairs “Yes, I have something to do too…” Crowley indicated the door. 

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The next morning, when Aziraphale opened the shop, the kiss was still playing in his mind. And now what he does? 6000 years and all he wanted to do was to be with Crowley forever, but he doesn't know how it start without seeming weird. He hid his “pash” on Crowley for so long that it seemed impossible it would come true. He sat down in his armchair and felt something touch his low back. It was Crowley’s sunglasses. He never forget his sunglasses. The little bell on the door announced someone had arrived and Aziraphale already knew who could be. Crowley entered and stood in the same place he was in the day before. Aziraphale felt anxious. 

“I…I came here because I forgot my sunglasses.” The angel looked at him and then to the glasses in his hand. “Oh, yes, of course. I just found it. Here.” Aziraphale reached out and Crowley moved closer to take the glasses from his hands. The both were holding it in the air looking at each other while their fingers occasionally brushed. Aziraphale was the first one to break eye contact and let go of the sunglasses. The demon analyzed it, but was thinking about something else. “Actually, I also came here to-” he cleaned his throat “to invite you to a date, a dinner tonight.” Upon hearing the invitation, Aziraphale involuntarily opened the widest smile of his existence. “Sure! I would love to!” “Alright. I, um, I will come pick you up by 7.”

“Right. See you tonight then!” The angel waved at the demon, who contained his smile in a smirk until he left the bookshop. 

[loiswolf]

Day 13 June 9 Whitehorse - Johnson’s Crossing 138kms

Yesterday morning I spent doing some cleaning for Christelle. She seemed very appreciative when she arrived home in the afternoon so I must have done a pretty good job. 😁 In the afternoon I cycled down into Whitehorse to see if Tim Hortons has improved since last year (marginally….at least their wifi worked) then grabbed a couple of things from the supermarket. I’d arranged for Tony to give me another lift back up the hill. It’s almost 8kms and is nearly all uphill.

The plan today was to get as far as I could before the wind increased. The wind yesterday was quite strong and blowing from the south. Fortunately it had eased off this morning because my first 90kms were pretty much cycling south into the wind.

It wasn’t too bad. After the long downhill into Whitehorse the road flattened out. The scenery is not as amazing as it has previously been, but still pleasant enough.

There was a rest stop at 30kms just after this bridge

I stopped for a quick break then moved on. I was hoping that there might be somewhere to get a coffee or something at Marsh Lake at 60kms.

Nup, nothing. I didn’t even see a sealed road leading to this mythical “Marsh Lake “ place. I did see a red fox by the side of the road. We just looked at each other then moved on. As well at the light headwind I’m pretty sure I was pushing up a long very gradual hill for about 15kms.

At 1pm I finally hit my target. It was an abandoned diner called Jakes Corner. ( check the map) I’d managed to push out 90kms and was looking forward to a tail wind because of the sharp bend in the road.

Yes, it worked! I sat on the concrete in front of the closed diner for my lunch break and ate the rest of my Tim Bits ( donut holes) from Tim Hortons.

Most of the hard work done I set off for the final 40+kms.

I was cycling past these huge rocky mountains on my right.

It was mostly downhill and very easy because of the tailwind, but I was quietly stressing about the fact that I had not been able to book a room for tonight. My phone still won’t work here ( I’ve tried everything) and by the time I could borrow Tony’s phone the reception was shut yesterday . I’d try to book on their website and sent them an email requesting a room but had no confirmation back.

This started me worrying that this place was not even open….especially after seeing Jakes Corner.

Then reassurance appeared in the most unlikely form. A blue Ute coming from the other direction passed me, did a u-turn, and pulled up beside me. The gentleman inside said he had something for me. He handed me a bakery box with a pastry and a huge cinnamon bun from Johnsons Crossing!

Not only was I assured of the fact that it was open, I had a feast of goodies!

Only 16kms to go, most of which were downhill.

The next stressful moment was asking if they had a room. Yay! They did! I had to wait 30minutes until it was ready but that’s was absolutely no problem. The nice lady who was baking all the goodies offered me coffee and I already had my afternoon tea. We also exchanged grandchildren photos ( mine are always the cutest) and just bonded in general.

There are only 3 rooms here so I guess someone was looking after me.

This is the bridge which is the crossing

And todays map.

The road ahead is not exactly flush with accommodation so I have managed to organise a short day tomorrow and used the phone here to book the next place. I hate cycling without knowing I’ll have somewhere to stay!!

[bekturan]

“You’ve seen the size of my shower.” And witnessed the bottomless pit that was her appetite firsthand. With a crooked, impish grin, Bek promised, “Of course I would.” 

And she’d probably help herself to a pint of ice cream from the freezer while she was at it. 

The phrase ‘what’s mine is yours’ might’ve started between them over packed lunches and backyard swing sets, but at this point it had extended to just about everything other than boyfriends. 

Bek would give Chess the shirt off her back, and knew her best friend would, too.

Entering the apartment fully she cast a look around, searching for Ahalya with an invitation to join them and coming up empty. She was probably still at the store, no doubt. But, while she’d only been looking for her roommate, she parried with another grin, “What? No Mr. Hot-and-has-handcuffs tonight?”

It’d be a cold day in hell before she stopped encouraging something between her and the Detective turned Chess' personal shadow. 

The little tease was about where her humor ended.

“I really can’t tell if you’re being serious and that alone is mildly alarming.” Though not a complete surprise. "If you asked me to help hide a body I'd be there—" she'd support her and have her back through literally anything— "so if you wanna do it I'll break out the gloves. But..." Why? Chess was a fucking knockout exactly as she was.

"You know the idea that blondes have more fun is only a myth, right?"

"You wouldn't." Both dare and mock gasp color her tone. "But, fine. Come on in." Chess held the door open for her best friend, inviting her in with a roll of her eyes and a lazy hand gesture.

Soon their apartment was filled with the sublime aroma of takeout rather than the hallway. Just as it should be. "For the record, I saw you coming. Felt your bat signal. You're lucky I didn't have a hot date tonight." As if, her conscious screeched from beyond their cobwebbs. Chess had sworn off all men since her attack and as beautiful as many women were, they didn't quite do it for her either.

The truth was - outside of Bek, her apartment and the hospital? - Chess lacked all semblance of a life. Her social presence was as scarce as a rain shower in the Sahara desert. "Glad you're here though because I could use a spa night. I was thinking of box-dying my hair. What are your thoughts on ash blonde? Yay or Nay."

[halsteadlover]

Pure Fear

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi hun! A little bird read to me that you are accepting requests for our handsome man Jay? 💆🏻‍♀️ Could I request a Jay Halstead x reader (his girlfriend) where she is stuck in a bank with the robbers and he tries to control his emotions while deeply caring for her trying to take her out as soon as he can with the team? Thank you ❤️

• Warnings: mention of blood, gunshot, death.

• Word count: 5860.

• A/N: guess who's back again after more than a month with a this piece of shit? Yeah exactly, me. I'm sorry for this turned out and just know everything it's pure fantasy so if something doesn't make any sense just let it slide 💀 anyway, I hope you'll like this, please like, comment, reblog. Thank you so much for everything and for your support ❤️ If you want, please consider to support me on Ko-Fi too. Love you all xx

Everything seemed normal.

Each person went on with their lives normally, completing the various chores they had to do. There were those who had to buy groceries, those who had to go to work, those who were late for an appointment, those who took their children to play in the park. In short, there seemed to be nothing different from the usual, nothing that could cause concern.

You thought it would be a day like any other. And that’s how it started.

That morning you said goodbye to your boyfriend Jay before he went to work, agreeing you’d meet him – as usual – at lunch. Neither of you imagined what would happen. After all, life was so unpredictable.

Neither of you had certainly foreseen there would be a robbery in the exact same bank you were supposed to go to, neither had foreseen that two hooded men would come in and shoot, ordering everyone to get on their knees and keep their hands behind their heads.

Pure fear. Pure terror. This was what you were feeling at the time, moments when your whole life passed before your eyes as the robbers paced back and forth in the bank. You kept praying with every fiber of your being, you tried to stay positive, and your mind at that moment turned to Jay.

My Jay.

You kept praying and hoping to see him break into that bank but you didn’t even know if he knew about the robbery. You couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen and the very thought of never seeing him again, not seeing your family, your friends, made you feel so sick and in that moment you wished so much you’d told them how much you loved them, how much they were important to you.

It was so true that life was always taken for granted.

“Give us all your phones! Now!” one of the two robbers exclaimed as soon as they forced you to stay on your knees. The silence was broken by the cries and sighs of everyone present, the screams of the robbers and their threats to kill you instantly if someone did something they shouldn’t have.

And like this they confiscated all your phones, taking away the hope of being able to secretly ask for help. They had tied up the manager, asked for all the money they could take with them.

You kept taking deep breaths, thinking and rethinking Jay’s words from a conversation you had few months ago.

He was working on a hostage robbery case and you were sitting next to him on the sofa, watching the way he was focused.

“What should we do in these situations?” you asked, just out of pure curiosity, never imagining finding yourself in a similar situation.

“Do whatever the robbers say, don’t try to be a hero. The key is to negotiate, establish a relationship, make them believe you want to help them and you’re on their side. The main goal is always to save as many hostages as possible so you have to get them to trust you, that to get what they want they must also offer something in return. We always try to start with women and children and finally men, but in the meantime we still try to find an intervention strategy, we study the place well, all the available entrances, possible break-in plans, for example whether to do it silently or take them by surprise,” he explained, turning to you and giggling when he noticed your expression between shock and surprise. “These situations require calm and coolness, let’s say these are moments of very high tension”.

“Wow, that’s pretty bad, I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be in this situation, I hope I’ll never have to find out.”

Jay set the case file down on the coffee table and pulled you close, stamping a kiss on your temple. “I don’t even want to imagine this, I don’t know what I could do, I’d probably die”.

And that was exactly how Jay felt when he found out about the robbery. He felt he was dying.

As for you, the morning was going on normally for him too. For some strange reason no murder case had come up and he truly believed that for a very rare time he’d even be able to get home soon. But when he saw Sergeant Platt walking up the Intelligence stairs with an expression on her face that was anything but happy, he knew that state of peace was about to end.

He had no idea what was actually going on.

“There’s a robbery taking place in the Chase Bank, there are at least two attackers with about fifteen hostages” Platt had announced but Jay’s mind had stopped only at the opening words.

Chase Bank.

It couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be happening.

It was the bank you were supposed to go to that morning.

Jay immediately took his cell phone from his pocket and typed your number with fury. His heart was pounding as he prayed you’d answer your phone, he’d hear your voice saying you were still at home, that you were fine. But as your number directed him directly to the voice mail, a sign your cell phone was probably turned off, Jay could no longer maintain control and the more seconds passed the more he felt being swallowed more and more in a chasm.

“Please answer baby… Please, please, please, pick up the phone…” he kept muttering to himself as he kept calling your number over and over, but without receiving any kind of response.

“Jay what’s going on?” Kim asked, noticing the way Jay was worried but he didn’t even seem to hear her. Without waiting for the rest of the team, he immediately rushed down the stairs, aiming to make his way to the bank as soon as possible.

Jay felt like he was dying and never before he felt so disoriented and disoriented, so out of control. He continually tried to call you, to no avail as the call was always going out.

Surrounding the bank were Intelligence, the negotiating team, SWAT, and nearly the entire Chicago police department. The situation was difficult, the tension almost cut with a knife as each agent present tried to work out a strategy to get the hostages out safely and arrest the criminals.

But Jay wasn’t focused, he kept thinking about the possibility you were in there and the thought of not knowing was eating him alive. The thought of knowing you were at the mercy of the robbers, frightened and disoriented, that he was so few meters away from you and couldn’t help you was making him so sick, so helpless. It might have been a selfish thought, but right now he didn’t want to do anything but save you, get you out of that damn bank and hug you.

“We managed to get into the bank’s surveillance system, we have live images of what’s going on inside,” announced one of the IT experts and as Jay looked at the PC screen, his heart was pounding, continuing to hope with every fiber of his being that, by some miracle, you weren’t in the bank that morning. But as soon as he saw you with the other hostages, on your knees with your back turned to the entrance, every bit of hope vanished in the blink of an eye and every worst nightmare turned out to be the harsh reality.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed aloud, kicking a chair that was next to him, seized by despair and anger. He ran his hands over his face, frustrated, enraged and in a throes of emotions. He even decided to go into the bank, wanting to get you out of there at all costs.

“Halstead!” Voight exclaimed when he saw him walking towards the bank, rushing to him and, with Kevin, taking him by his arms in an attempt to calm him down.

“Jay calm down man!” Kevin kept repeating to him but without any success and although he and Voight were both holding him back, doing so turned out to be quite difficult.

“Leave me fucking alone! My girlfriend is in there for fuck’s sake!” Jay kept struggling, trying to escape from Voight and Kevin’s grasp.

“I know kid but that’s not how you’re going to help her! You need to calm down!” Voight spoke.

“Calm down? How can you even tell me to calm down?! My fucking girlfriend is in there with those two crazy sons of a bitch! I need to get in there!”

“Jay! Listen to me! You know how these things work, we need to make contact with those robbers. Breaking in now could only result in mass killing! You know this” Kevin continued immediately after “I know it’s hard to stay here, but this is the only chance we have to get everyone out without injuries, we have to work as if it were any other case.”

Those words, instead of trying to calm Jay down, on the contrary, infuriated him even more. “Don’t fucking tell me to work like this was any other damn case! This is my fucking girlfriend we’re talking about, it will never be any other case!”

Jay walked away from them, not even waiting for an answer. He was aware of it, he knew the only way to get you out of that bank safe and sound was to be patient, to have faith in the work of all the agents present, but at that moment he couldn’t, he couldn’t think of anything other than you.

When Voight approached Jay after some time, he saw him leaning against a police car not far from everyone. He had his back to the rest of the crowd and Voight knew this was just Jay’s way of trying to calm down.

“Jay”.

“What do you want? Isn’t it enough for you to waste my time while my girlfriend is locked in there?!” Jay snapped, not even looking at Voight .

“I know how you feel, god knows how I would’ve reacted if someone so important to me was in this situation,” Voight spoke “But we need you for this but, above all, she needs you right now. I know her, I know she is a strong woman and she’ll be able to keep it cool even in these difficult times, but she’ll need you when she comes out of there, she needs to know you’re lucid enough to help her. Do you think you can do it kid?”

Jay sighed, running his hands over his face as he pondered Voight’s words. He knew he was right, he knew he had to try to be as impartial as possible so he could do his job and save you but he didn’t know how, he didn’t know how to be impartial when it came to you.

-

The sound of one of the bank telephones ringing broke the silence, making you jump. You turned your head slightly, watching the robbers pacing back and forth out of the corner of your eyes, as if they didn’t know what to do.

“Don’t answer that damn phone!” shouted one of the two robbers, the one a little more lucid and controlled.

“You should answer instead,” you intervened fearfully, turning your head slightly to look at the two men.

“Did I say you can fucking talk?!” the robber yelled, rushing towards you and pointing his gun at you. You almost had a heart attack and you wished you’d never opened your mouth as you turned back to the wall.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just that… It will be the police and there will definitely be the negotiation team and this is your chance to ask whatever you want, no one will say no” you murmured, dry lips and throat, staring down.

“What makes you think they will help us?” asked the second robber, the most intimidated one, and you knew it was him you had to focus on trying to get him to do the right thing.

“Because they don’t want anyone to get hurt,” you replied, trying to turn back to them but returning to your original position when the first yelled at you again. “Well… What I mean is that you have the opportunity to ask for what you want, a car, plane tickets, fake passports, you can escape and nobody will try to catch you, nobody has to get hurt, I’m sure this is not what you want”.

There was a moment of silence when you prayed to God that neither of them would shoot you and you wished you had never spoken.

“She might be right,” the second robber replied in a low voice, looking at his partner “We have no chance to escape, we are completely surrounded.”

“Fuck!” exclaimed the other, the one who must have been the leader of the duo, frustrated. “Fine, but if anyone tries to make a single fucking move, I’ll kill all of you am I clear?!”

Jay was watching - along with the rest of the team - everything that was going on inside the bank, how the robbers were panicking, how you tried to get them to answer the phone, how that son of a bitch had pointed the gun at you, how you visibly trembled when you felt the gun pointed at your head but nevertheless you tried to convince them to do the right thing.

He kept yelling internally to shut up, to just say nothing. He thought about how brave you were, how much he loved you for it, but at the same time how stupid you were for risking your life like that. He knew, however, you’d try everything before giving up.

His heart stopped a thousand times when he saw the robber point the gun at your head. What would he have given to find himself in your place, how much he would’ve wanted to hold and hug you after seeing you so visibly trembling and afraid, how much he would’ve wanted to tell you he was so proud of you for your courage.

When one of the bank phones started ringing, your heart leapt in your chest, your stomach twisted with anxiety as you hoped one of the robbers would answer. As you might have guessed, they had applied for a vehicle and fake passports to escape with, obviously without omitting the threat they would blow someone’s head if there was something wrong that didn’t go according to plan.

“We will try to do everything we can to provide what you have asked but we also need proof of your willingness to cooperate, that you want to do the right thing” a gruff voice spoke that you acknowledged belonged to Sergeant Voight.

My Jay had to be there too.

Baby, please let us all get out of here, you continued to pray internally, trying to repress the instinct to cry and to be hopeful and positive about the success of the operation.

The two robbers looked at each other, as if they were consulting each other about what to do.

“We can get someone out,” muttered one of them, clearly the submissive one.

“I’m not letting anyone out of here until we have the car and passports!” the other robber exclaimed, not giving the slightest consideration of his partner, and making everyone jump with fear.

“Listen to me carefully,” Voight replied “Unfortunately this is not up to me, these requests follow chains that I cannot outclass and especially for false passports you have to wait a bit, but my bosses could do something to speed up the process if they saw your willingness to let someone go. At least let the women go.”

Jay’s heart was pounding in his chest as he watched the surveillance camera videos from the monitors and he didn’t care how selfish and horrible it might sound but in those moments he hardly even cared what was going on, the robbers would do. They could even run away, never reappear again and he’d let them go just to get you back safe and sound in front, he just wanted to see you walk through the doors of that damned bank, he just wanted to hold you like he had never done.

There were moments of pause, of silence, in which no one in the bank spoke or dared to breathe. Jay kept gazing at the way the robber looked at the hostages, a sign he was pondering Voight’s words and deciding who to possibly let out.

“Ladies, stand up,” the robber ordered. “Turn to us with your hands up. Slowly, and don’t you even think do something stupid or I’ll blow your brains out, am I understood?” he continued, his gun pointed at them as the ladies stood shaking.

If Jay could've described what he was feeling right now in one word, he would’ve used fear. Pure, paralyzing and devastating fear.

You were visibly trembling, your breathing quickened and your heart beating wildly. It was about to end, it soon would be over, you were about to come out of there.

“Take the ladies to the exit,” the leader of the duo ordered. You all started walking but the following words of that man made your blood run cold in your veins “Not you. You’ll stay here sweetie.”

What?

You prayed with every cell in your body he didn’t refer to you but when you looked up and saw his eyes aimed directly at yours, his gun pointed at you, you understood it was you whom he spoke to.

“Why?” you almost whispered.

“Because I say so and now sit back with the others before I’ll kill you!” he exclaimed aloud making you jump with fright.

God, this will never end.

“Fuck!” Jay screamed and in anger kicked again a chair right next to him. He couldn’t believe it, he was just one step away from finally have you back again.

What did they have in mind? Why had the robber held you back?

“Jay calm down man, she’ll be alright” Adam tried to calm him down, but failed miserably.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! What the fuck are we gonna do now? Huh? And don’t tell me to sit back and wait because like hell I’m gonna leave my girlfriend in there with those bastards!”

The robbers had given an ultimatum. They had said if their requests were not granted, they’d kill a hostage every hour.

You kept praying they were just bluffing, that it was just a gimmick of theirs to lure the cops and everyone out there to speed up the operation, but fuck it wasn’t.

They really did.

There was blood everywhere.

Splatters on everyone, even on your face, on your clothes.

You touched your face with trembling fingers and felt dying to see them stained with blood.

They really did it.

They had killed a man.

And now he lay there helpless in front of you, his lifeless body with a gunshot to his forehead in full execution style.

And like this they had taken the life of a man, without remorse, without any pity or second thoughts.

The ‘submissive’ accomplice was almost as shocked as the rest of you, not expecting his partner would actually have the guts to pull the trigger. He understood it was over for the two of them, they were doomed and, since they were now also responsible for a cold-blooded murder, they’d never see the light again.

You knew everything was coming to an end and the more time passed – praying with every cell of your body to see Jay break into that bank sooner or later – and the more the hope of getting out of there alive became smaller and smaller.

Jay was on the verge of losing his mind and trying to hold him back became more and more difficult every second that passed. He just couldn’t sit while you were still hostage to those robbers and now, given the ultimatum they had set, Voight literally had to hold him back by force to prevent him from further worsening the situation.

And Jay, rationally, knew it. He knew if he had intervened he would’ve done nothing but endanger your life and all the others present, that this would’ve ended in nothing but a bloodbath, beyond the blood of the poor man already dead.

“Halstead I need to know for sure you can do your job now because we’re running out of time,” Voight was stating to Jay, a hand on his shoulder as he looked at him in the eye. Jay took a deep breath, but initially remained silent.

Could he really do his job? Could he risk hurting you, even if unintentionally?

“Halstead?”

“Yes, I can do it”.

Voight nodded with a satisfied and proud expression. “Go get ready then, I want you on the roof in 5 minutes.”

Cold sweat dripped from Jay’s forehead, his hand steady on his trigger, ready to fire, his reflexes alarmed, his eyes on the sights.

He tried not to think about the rest, not to think about you crying incessantly, desperate. He tried not to think about how by now this horrible event would’ve traumatized you, how it had been for you to see a man coldly killed in front of your eyes, how afraid you were and how much he would’ve wanted to let you know he was there, that he’d save you, that soon you’d be safe in his arms.

“I’m waiting for orders,” Jay had spoken into the transceiver.

“As soon as you have a clear shot, no other hostage will have to die today,” Voight replied and Jay got the message.

Shoot to kill.

The hour was up and the robber was choosing the next person inevitably destined to die.

You almost had a heart attack and you felt your stomach tighten as you saw his glassy, empty, soulless eyes staring into yours. You cried even more, seeing for an instant your life pass you before his eyes.

God Jay please, where are you?

“You know I haven’t been a real gentleman before, usually I’m always the knight and let the ladies pass first, I hope you’ll forgive my rude gesture,” the robber said in a sinister tone of voice, a smirk on his lips, as if all this amused him “To redeem me the next one to die will be you, sweetness.”

Your survival instincts got the better of you and, even if foolishly and in vain, you tried to escape.

But, of course, this was a complete fiasco.

The robber – now also a murderer – had grabbed you by your hair before you could even try to run away and the kicks and punches you tried to throw at him were not enough, his grip was so strong and firm that it was useless.

“Halstead are you there?” Voight asked through the transceiver, aware that Jay was seeing the same scenes they were seeing too.

Jay didn’t answer right away.

He was furious, so damn angry and so fucking scared. He had never been so scared, not even when he was being bombed overseas while he was at war.

“Jay”.

He was shaking, couldn’t keep his hand steady enough to make a clean shot. He didn’t have a good view as the robber was holding you in his arms and Jay couldn’t possibly risk hurting you.

“I can’t shoot goddamn it,” Jay swore.

“Time is running out sergeant,” the man grinned while on the phone with Voight, still holding the gun to your temple “And still none of the things we requested are here, you know what that means.”

“You know that this is not how you’ll get what you want right?”

“I don’t care, you haven’t listened to me, maybe a little reminder can be useful to you”.

Taking advantage of that exchange of words between Voight and the criminal, you took the opportunity to elbow him in the stomach with all the strength you had in your body. The blow was such that he loosened his arm around your neck and you took the opportunity to escape him and try to hide.

It all happened in a second.

A shot echoed throughout the bank, leaving everyone stuck and petrified in their places, breathless. For a thousandth of a second you thought you were dying, that you’d been shot and your thoughts immediately went to Jay, to the love of your life, to the fact you’d never see him again.

For a moment everything around you stopped, your ears were ringing, your vision blurred, everything seemed to go in slow motion.

Am I dying?

But you didn’t realize it.

You didn’t realize it wasn’t you who was shot but the robber who threatened to take your life away. Not even when you saw his lifeless body slumped on the floor and with a hole in his head you realized it.

Not a single muscle in your body was spared from the twitching and shaking, and as you saw all the police officers enter the bank, immediately arrest the accomplice and rescue the other hostages, you could hardly believe that it was all over, that you survived.

“Y/N, hey” you heard Adam’s voice bring you back to reality but it sounded so low and distant at that moment. You looked around while your eyes tried to study what was going on, as if to make sure it was just reality and not an nightmare.

“Let me help you, come on,” he continued, approaching you and helping you to stand up. Your legs felt like they were made of jelly, so much you could hardly even stand up and if it wasn’t for Adam, you’d probably fall on the ground again.

“Can you walk?”

You nodded. “I want Jay,” you whispered faintly. Damn it, even your voice was still shaking.

“He’s here, he’s coming to you.”

And that was exactly what Jay was doing. His heart nearly stopped beating after he shot the robber but before he knew it, he had already got up and ran off the roof at lightning speed, leaving even the rifle he had used there.

He lost the number with how many people he collided with trying to run to the bank but he didn’t even care, he just wanted to hug you. He looked around immediately when he walked in and when he finally saw you next to Adam, he almost started to cry.

You were fine. You were alive and well.

“Y/N!”

Your head immediately turned to that voice, a voice you would’ve recognized even in the midst of a million. Never before it brought you so much joy and happiness to hear his voice and it was at the precise moment when your eyes met his, so green and bright, you finally felt really safe.

He held you like he had never done before, squeezing you so hard you almost felt your bones break. But you didn’t care, as he hugged you, you could hardly believe it was really happening, that you had another chance. Your arms encircled his neck as you inhaled his scent deeply, his arms instead encircled your hips with so much force they’d most likely leave a mark.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked frenziedly in his voice, pulling away from you for a moment and glancing at your body to see if there were any obvious injuries.

“I’m fine… I’m fine…” you replied even if your trembling said something else. Jay hugged you again and at that moment you didn’t even notice that Adam had walked away, leaving you two alone.

“Oh baby,” he whispered “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s all over now, I’m here with you.”

You started crying again, nonstop, as if those words from Jay had flipped a switch inside you.

“Cry as long as you want my love I won’t leave you, I’m here with you and it’s all over, you’re safe with me,” he tried to calm you down, stroking your back with his hand as he squeezed you tightly to his chest. The truth was that Jay had no idea how he was still standing, the truth was that if you weren’t so shaken, you probably would've felt how shaky he was too. He couldn’t believe he had you there, that you were safe and sound and soon he even couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

But he didn’t want to be seen weak, crying with joy, with fear, not in that moment, especially because you needed him then more then ever, he had to be strong for you.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner my love, I’ll never forgive myself.”

You kept sobbing, sniffling from time to time because of the desperate crying that had taken over you. You wanted to talk so badly, tell him it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t have to feel guilty but you just couldn’t.

“Let’s get out of here, can you walk baby?” Jay asked you in a sweet, gentle tone after an indefinite time. He pulled away from you slightly and took your face in his hands. His thumbs caressed the skin of your cheeks, wiping away the tears so sweetly, if you hadn’t already cried all the tears in your body, you’d most likely have burst into tears again.

You sniffed and nodded, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from that damn bank as possible. “Yes, please”.

“You’re still shaking baby,” his heart bleeding out “It’ll be okay love I promise, I’ll always be next to you and we’ll get through this together, you are not alone okay?”

You nodded again and you believed him, you knew you could count on him and this was perhaps the only thing that could cheer you up during a time when you were afraid of the whole world.

For the rest of the day Jay didn’t leave you for even a second, constantly asking you how were you feeling, if you needed something. You were still very upset but thanks to him you had at least stopped shaking as if you were convulsing.

That event was not something you would’ve easily overcome, quite the opposite. The fear of dying, seeing that man die in front of you, the kidnapper, all that blood, god, these were things you’d never be able to forget.

You and Jay were in your bedroom, lying under the covers as he hugged and cuddled you, in an effort to help you close your eyes and sleep, at least for a little while.

But of course it was in vain. You couldn’t sleep, not after all that had happened.

Absolute silence reigned in the room, neither of yp spoke, there was no need. It was an almost deafening silence and never like then you hated it because you felt like you were about to drown in your own thoughts but, at the same time, you couldn’t even say a word, you didn’t know what to say and in the same way Jay.

He found himself in a phase in which perhaps only then he began to fully realize what had happened, that he had really risked losing you, never seeing you again, not staying on your bed like you were doing, hugging each other.

Jay held you tighter in his arms, as if that thought had physically hurt him and as if he was trying to push it away.

“I love you to death, you know that right?” it was Jay who broke the silence “You are my life, the most important to me baby”.

His words warmed your heart, making your lips rise to the first spontaneous little smile of that damned day. “I love you too baby, so damn much”.

“I’m serious Y/N,” Jay let you go for a few seconds and then immediately put his hand on your chin, causing you to look at him “I want you to know that, I love you so fucking much. I’m not joking and I’m not exaggerating when I tell you I couldn’t live without you” he continued, then gently stroking your cheek as he looked you in the eye with so much devotion and love you almost fainted.

“You know, ever since we’ve been together I’ve always had the fucking fear of losing you, given the work I do, I’ve always been afraid you might leave me but today it was something devastating. I swear baby I can’t even explain how I felt when I heard about the robbery, knowing you were there, I think I died and rose a thousand times within a minute,” he talked, literally heart in his throat as he remembered those horrible moments “I was so afraid, the terror of losing you… It’s a feeling I never want to relive again and I know it sounds selfish of me to say these things now since you were in there and you first experienced this horror, but really baby, it felt like a fucking knife was cutting me in pieces. And I’m also so sorry I didn’t came earlier, I swear I would’ve broken down the door by myself just to come get you but they literally had to hold me back with force”.

You giggled through your tears, only then realizing you started crying again. “I know you would baby and that was the only thought that made me resist honestly, I knew you would walk in that door and save us all,” you said “I was so afraid I’d never see you again baby…” you weren’t able to finish the sentence since you broke is sobs again. Jay hugged you against his chest again, whispering soft words as his hand caressed your hair.

“I hate so much it was you who went through all this, I’ll never be able to forgive myself, it wasn’t supposed to be you.”

“But it wasn’t your fault…”

Jay was silent.

You looked up at him and noticed how his eyes were fixed, aimed at the ceiling. Only then you noticed the tear that slipped from his eye and you realized he was avoiding your gaze because he was crying.

“Oh baby…” you muttered under your breath, lifting your hand and wiping his tears with your fingers, exactly as he had done with you all day.

“I’m sorry love, you shouldn’t be the one comforting me now” He chuckled, trying to ease the tension a little, finally looking into your eyes.

Jay rested his forehead on yours as his fingers gently stroked your cheeks. You brought your face close to his, kissing him on the lips but before you could even break away from him, Jay placed his hand behind your head, pressing his mouth to yours again, kissing you this time with much more intensity, with so much love and passion it felt like years had passed since your last kiss and just like this you finally felt at home, safe in his arms like never before.

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