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honeyapplepi · 4 years ago

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The Knight’s Court: Part Three

warnings: none

royalty au, in game au

> As soon to be ruler of the Dream SMP, Y/N L/N is newly appointed with knights to protect them. Y/N quickly comes to find out it’s hard to fall in love with someone you’re not supposed to especially when you’re betrothed to another.

a/n: There’s a tag list for this story now so if you wanna be on it just ask or send me a message.

sapnap x gn!reader, wilbur x reader (later on)

tag list: @kiritokunuwu

masterlist | part one | part four

Your father was sat at the head of the dining table with you in front of him. Sapnap was sitting in the middle of the right side. Dream was sitting directly in front of him on the left. Your father was asking them about where they were from and things about there lives. He didn’t want to discuss their duties yet especially not i front of you.

Apparently they were from a kingdom on the other side of L’Manberg named the Dream SMP. They said it was big, but not as big as L’Manberg. The three others continued to talk while you just sat and ate in silence. You didn’t really have much to say to them, and you weren’t to invested in them or how they lived like your father was.

Dinner ended quickly and your father ordered that you leave, so he could talk privately to Sapnap and Dream. You obeyed and went on to get ready for bed even though you weren’t going to sleep yet. George came in like usual and you two began to talk.

“Niki’s going to be so happy when she finds out Sapnap and Dream aren’t forty year old men,” you said frowning. You weren’t truly upset that both your friends guessed that the guards would be cute, but it did hurt your ego.

“Well if you don’t think they’re cute you could at least be half right,” George said.

“I don’t know. Sapnap, the brunette, is pretty cute,” you said looking at George.

“Really? I prefer the blonde,” George said.

“Dream? Ehh, he’s too tall. I don’t like tall people,” you said scrunching up your face.

“I never asked how you felt about this? you don’t seem as worried as I thought you would be,” George asked. You turned to face the ceiling which was easy since you were laying down on your bed.

“When my father first told me I was worried, but now I don’t think anything will happen,” you said turning back to face George.

“Plus I have the guards now, and they seem pretty strong, so I’m not worried,” you continued. George just nodded and the two of you laid in silence until George finally had to leave so he could sleep.

The next morning came quickly, and before you knew it you were being awaken by your servants. You had to go see Niki today to return her basket since you "accidentally took hers". You planned on skipping breakfast at the castle and buying something at Niki’s birthday, so you just went straight to the door ready to leave.

“Y/N, where are you going?,” you heard your father ask. You turned to face him.

“Niki’s. We accidentally took each others picnic baskets yesterday,” you said.

“aren’t you forgetting something?,” your father asked though he seemed to already know the answer. You took a moment to think not remembering what you were forgetting. It took a minute, but you suddenly remembered.

“Oh, yeah! Sorry, I forgot about the guards. Where are they?,” you said remembering.

“In the dining hall waiting for breakfast. I’ll send them out,” your father said before going towards the dining hall. Soon afterwards, the two boys came out fully ready to protect you if need be.

“Where are we going?,” Dream asked as the three of you started to leave the castle grounds.

“My friend Niki’s bakery. I have to give her her basket back,” you said holding up the wooden basket in your hands.

The walk to Niki’s was silent, but in all honesty you weren’t sure what you were supposed to say to them. It was kinda awkward just walking around with two men with swords. Once you reached the bakery you opened the door and went inside Sapnap and Dream following behind.

“Niki, I have your basket,” you called out placing the basket on the counter. Niki didn’t respond right away, but she did come out of the back room soon after you said her name.

“So these are the guards. I see I was right,” Niki said. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Well, that’s depends on your opinion,” you said.

“Well do you agree?,” Niki asked.

“Unfortunate to my pride, but I guess I agree a little bit,” you said. You looked back to the two boys who had a confused look on their face which made sense considering they had no idea what the conversation was about.

“Niki, can I have a fruit pastry, and, uhh, whatever those two want,” you said taking out money from your bag and placing it on the counter. Niki nodded and you looked towards Dream and Sapnap silently telling them to pick something out.

“While you two are picking let me get the basket,” Niki said going back into the back room to get your picnic basket. It didn’t take long for her to come back out and hand you your basket.

After you had your basket and pastries you said your goodbye to Niki and began to lead the boys back to the castle. The walk was quiet like it had been. You weren’t sure if the two just were quiet people or you just didn’t know how to talk to each other. It was most likely the latter since they seemed pretty chatty last night with your father. Once you were back at the castle you were met by George who walked by almost as soon as you entered.

“Y/N, let’s play chess. I just finished a book and the other servants have been playing with me, and I think i’ll beat you this time,” George said.

“Are you sure because you said that last time, and I recall winning,” you smirked looking at George.

“I’m sure,” George said.

“Okay, but if I win you owe me something. I don’t know what yet, but something,” you told George. George agreed and the two of you began towards the garden in the backyard. You’d don’t realize Sapnap and Dream were still following you until you were halfway through the castle.

“You guys don’t have to follow me anymore since we’re back at the castle,” You said stopping and turning towards them.

“Actually your dad said we have to be around you anytime you’re not actually in the castle. That includes the garden,” Sapnap said which was probably the first time he had spoke to you all day.

“Oh,” you said starting to walk towards the garden again. How worried was your dad that they had to be around you even in the gardens. Sure it was outside, but it had a gate around it.

You and George entered the garden with Sapnap and Dream following behind. You two found the stone table and readied the chess board. Sapnap and George sat on a bench not too far from you and George.

You started the game by playing the first move since George asked you too. George played his move. As you continued on, you two stayed quiet which was a usual thing for you two. You two went through the game with George being really excited with each move he made.

George made his next move and quietly awaited your next move. You looked towards him for a second before moving a piece and taking his king. George looked down confused.

“Wait, how did that happen?,” George asked. You laughed quietly and showed him his mistake. George pouted for a second before going to stand up.

“Okay, fine you win. I owe you, but I have to go do my job,” George said before walking back into the castle.

You said goodbye and began to put the prices into their containers when Dream stopped you. “Wait, can we play?,” Dream said.

“Yeah, sure. Be warned though i’d say i’m pretty good,” you said. Dream nodded and went to sit in front of you where George previously sat. You redid the pieces so they were where they were supposed to be.

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sweetlavenderwritings · 4 years ago

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Little to No Space

summary: tendou has a little crush on a certain someone, their straight faced manager that never reacts to his weird shenanigans. his best friend advises that they should get closer.

-or, you get stuck in a locker with the guess monster.

a/n: this was based off an asmr i listened to a couple nights ago (you were hiding in a locker with a teacher of yours) it was kinda funny bc the one who voiced it was oikawa’s official va. anyways, take whatever this is lol.

pairing/s: tendou satori x reader

wc: 2 147 (whoops)

tags: crack, comedy(?), humor, ur literally just in a funny situation lol, nsfw implication if u squint

-ꦼ———▸ crossposted on ao3

⋅. ♪ .⋅ Loving Tendou Playlist

“You need to stop staring at our manager and actually talk to her Satori.” Ushijima’s deep voice broke him out of his trance, catching his attention.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wakatoshi-kun.” He deflected. Okay, maybe he did tend to stare at you. But he swears he didn’t do it that much.

Ushijima rolled his eyes at that, “I may not be the brightest when it comes people-”

“You got that right.” He snickered while putting his gym clothes away.

“As I was saying, I at least know she isn’t the least bothered by you,” he shut his locker door with a firm bang, interrupting his musing for a moment, “we can all see how she isn’t fazed by whatever antics you flung at her.”

“But that’s just because she’s just like you!” His best friend raised his brows at him. “Not completely, but she’s uhh, I don’t know-stoic. Straight faced and doesn’t say anything much unless necessary.”

“I’m not stoic.”

“Sure you aren’t.” Has he really not noticed?

“So you’re implying that you can be close to her?” He knew his best friend can be quite obtuse sometimes, but where did that come from?

“That’s not what I’m saying at all, where did even get that idea?” He turned his attention to his duffel bag, already done with the conversation.

But it seems Ushijima wasn’t, “You said she was just like me, even if it was just a bit. And since we’re close, that means you could be with her as well.”

“You’re grasping at short straws here Ushiwaka,” he teased. “Why do you seem so persistent to get me to talk to her?”

“Because I think she might be one of the few people that would actually tolerate your weird personality, rather than shun you for it like most people would.” Oh, that was actually helpful. He knew Ushijima rarely spoke, but whenever he did, it was always something meaningful and helpful.

Ushijima scratched at his neck, looking around the locker room looking for something.

“Uhh, watcha looking for there buddy?”

“I’m missing my pair of socks.” Ushijima groaned. Suddenly, all his previous thoughts of him being meaningful was diminished within a second.

“That’s the fourth time this week ‘Toshi.”

“I know, but for some reason they don’t end up where they’re supposed to be.” He was pouting, the redhead could tell. You wouldn’t actually see it until you looked closely.

He had to reassure their captain before he drones about ads he read in today’s newspaper. He was not interested in discounts held for sock stores. “We’ll ask the janitors tomorrow, okay? Don’t fret about it.”

Satisfied with his answer, Ushijima nodded. They both grabbed their bags then turned to leave, until they heard a knock at the door.

“Uhm, excuse me. Is Tendou-kun here by any chance?” Speak of the devil...

He stilled, clearly not expecting for you to look for him. He wondered how long you’ve been there, hoping you haven’t heard a single word from their conversation that just happened to be about you.

Ushijima looked at him, a faint smirk curved at the corners of his lips. He gave him a look as if to say, this is your chance.

Without consulting him if he even wanted to answer, he strode towards the door and opened it without warning, causing you to jump back in surprise. The basket of jerseys nearly fell from your hands in shock.

He mentally slapped himself in the face. Way to go Wakatoshi, scare off our manager.

“Satori’s right here,” He waved to him, standing still like a deer in the headlights. “I must go.” He walked past you, leaving no space for you to even start a conversation with him.

“Oh, uhm alright. Thank you Ushijima-san.” You waved to Ushijima before to turning to him, looking at him with a blank expression.

“I’m sorry, it seems I interrupted you on your way home. But I promise this will be quick.” You said with a flat tone. You reached down on the freshly laundered basket of jerseys, fumbling with the different colored fabrics as you looked for something.

With a victorious ‘ah’, you held up a familiar pair of socks.

“I kept seeing these somewhere in your locker rooms whenever I clean after practice. I usually just place them on the benches but this time it was on basket with the rest of the jerseys so I took the liberty to wash them.” He took them from your hands, fingers lightly brushing when he grab ahold of the very socks his best friend was pouting about. He jolted, feeling a sensation from the minimal contact.

Either you ignored him or didn’t notice, which was probably the latter, you moved on to place the basket on a corner.

‘You need to stop staring at our manager and actually talk to her Satori.’

“So, how are you managing so far manager-chan?” He hoped his voice didn’t reveal how nervous he was to be alone with you.

In truth, he liked being with you at any chance he could get. It was fun flinging non-nonsensical shit at you, just to get a reaction. It was like a challenge for him really, wanting nothing more than to see you flustered or even better, laugh at his jokes just for once.

You never looked irked or disgusted by his whole demeanor, which was something he appreciated a lot. He hoped you never would, fearing that it might be the inevitable truth he wasn’t willing to accept.

That he was a monster no one could truly understand.

“I’m still afraid of getting hit by a ball every time Ushijima-san serves, but other than that I’m doing fine.” You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, exhaustion evident on your face. “You’re not going home, Tendou-san? It’s already late, I suggest you hurry now so you can rest easy for tomorrow’s practice.”

He smirks, suddenly feeling a mood for a good teasing. “Dawww, is our dear little manager concerned for the resident Guess Monster?” He quirked a brow as he leered at you with a teasing grin.

Unperturbed, you tilted your head, looking a bit puzzled. “Of course I am. I am your manager after all, isn’t it my job to look after the team?”

“Don’t be shy, you can just say you like me, manager-chaaan~” He thought really shouldn’t tease you like that but he really can’t help himself.

What happened next surprised him the most.

He figured you’d wave off his teasing like always, roll your eyes then move on with your day. But instead, he spots the blushing of your cheeks. Something he didn’t expect from you at all.

He opens his mouth to say something but stops at the sounds of footsteps nearing the locker room.

Shit. If the team saw you alone with him in the locker rooms at this hour it’ll be the death of him. You wouldn’t have cared, but he knows they’ll hold it over his head and tease him relentlessly, insinuating that there’s something going on between the two of you.

With a hushed ‘Quick!’ he grabs your arm then pulls you into a vacant locker. He shuts the door in haste, making a loud bang that makes him wince.

“Tendou what’re you-” he shuts you up with a hand covering your mouth. He looks at you pleadingly as he zips up his lips, urging you to stay quiet. You nod with his hand still covering your lips.

“Hurry up Semi! We’re gonna be late!” Reon’s voice booms loudly as they enter the room, causing the both of you to jump in surprise.

“Wait a damn minute will you? I just forgot my wallet.” The sound of a locker opening fills in the sudden silence. He waits with a bated breath hoping they’ll leave soon.

But it seems that wasn’t the case.

“Say... Isn’t that Tendou’s duffel bag?” You both hear Shirabu’s voice ask with uncertainty. Tendou freezes, unsure what to do.

There’s a muffled noise of shuffling. “Yeah, it’s his alright. It’s his jacket draped over it.”

“Then why is it still here? Shouldn’t he have left by now?”

“Didn’t we pass by Ushijima just earlier?” Shit. Shit. Shit.

The locker you were both hiding in was getting hotter by the minute. He feels a sweat trickle down his neck as he tries not to breathe loudly as to not grab attention.

When Ushijima told him to get closer to you, he surely didn’t mean this!

Your soft hands reach to take his off your mouth. He mouths a soft ‘sorry’ but you shake your head softly, not minding his mistake in the slightest. With the ongoing conversation about his whereabouts outside he distracts himself with little details he begins to notice.

Like how you smelled of baby powder and faint deodorant, or how there are strands of your hair sticking to your exposed neck from your ponytail. He tries hard not to think about how close you were. Your shoulders pressed against his chest, head just below his chin, and your hips just right where his-

“Tendou-kun,” he hears you whisper. He cranes his just a bit, trying to get a look at your face. “Your phone is bumping my hip, I know there’s not much space but can you please move it a bit?”

Phone? What phone? He was pretty sure he left it in his bag━

“Sorry.” He apologizes meekly, wiggling his hips away from you as he desperately wills his sudden hard on to calm down. This locker was gonna be the death of him soon if he stays here any longer.

He thanks whatever deity is at work above for your obliviousness. A blessing in disguise he’s really thankful at the moment.

“Eh, why’re we wasting time here? He probably just went to the bathroom.” Semi cuts off as he grabs his wallet. Tendou thanks the ashen blond silently, promising not to tease him just for a day.

He hears the door shut. He waits until the footsteps are completely gone, then sighs in relief when no one comes back.

“Phew, that was a close call. Who knows what might’ve happened if they found us here.” He lets out a laugh, “we can leave now, [y/n]-chan.”

Then he’s looking at you, head ducked so he couldn’t see much of your face. But he peers between the strands of your hair and finally notices how flustered you look.

He smirks. “[y/n]-chan?”

For once in your life, you try to avoid his eyes.“O-oh! Tendou-kun, are they gone yet?”

“If I knew better manager-chan~ Judging by your flustered face, I would assume you actually wanted to stay here with me.”

Your eyes widen like saucers. “No! It’s just that it’s cramped in here, it got hot so I am blushing for different reasons!” Your composure was breaking by the minute, hands flailing in exaggeration as you try to explain in defense.

He barks out a laugh. “Manager-chan, I was just kidding! Calm down for me, hm?” You don’t reply.

“Alright, I’m sorry for teasing you.” He says as he reaches for the knob, “let’s just get out of here-”

You shoot your hand on his wrist, surprising the both of you. “Uh... about what you just said.”

He waits for you to continue. With a deep breath you try to finish your sentence. “I don’t mind, being here with Tendou-kun.... that’s all.”

The message clicks in his brain. I like you Tendou-kun.

“Oh.” He replied numbly. He was sure he must’ve looked stupid with the face he was making, still awestruck at what you just admitted.

You giggle, a sound he finds himself emitting to his memory.

“You’re weird as ever Tendou-kun,” the look of adoration you gave him nearly made him choke. “But that’s fine, I like that about you.”

Two confessions all at once? Was this a dream? Boy, he surely was gonna panic about this to Ushijima later, not that he’d be any of help.

Waving away the butterflies in his stomach, he ruffles your hair. “You’re too full of surprises today [y/n]-chan. Someday you’re gonna give me a heart attack if you just suddenly give me these cute faces without warning.”

He feels himself smile wide at another bashful look you give him.

“Now let’s get out of here.” He twists the knob inside but it doesn’t budge. Confused, he tries to twist it another way but it still doesn’t move. He struggles with it for a minute until he gives up.

It wouldn’t open.

“Uhh... Tendou-kun, I think we might have to call the others.” He hears you say tentatively.

“Sure, do you have your phone with you?”

You pat your pockets for a second. “Oh, I must’ve left it in my bag. How about we use your phone instead?”

“...”

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sandwichrin · 3 years ago

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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 25)

Chapter 25 - Bridge Burn

Word count: 6.4k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Hi! :’) Here’s the update! Also, this chapter’s a little longer than usual-- I hope you all don’t mind 😥 also! Hope you all enjoy this one, please look forward for the next one <3

“I just don’t get why he’d ask you to run errands for him like this,” Soomin nagged as she helped grab several napkins and paper straws from the side of the counter.

You were standing beside her, a receipt in your hand as your eyes scanned the items in the list, making sure that you’ve ordered every single one that Bomin had asked for.

“Aigoo, unnie. Just let it be. It’s the least I could do anyways,” you said with a sigh.

Soomin shook her head at this. “Erm no way. I’m not putting up with this. He was never like this, you know? He’s always been a gentleman, respectful to everyone,”

“Sure, unnie,” you replied, not paying full attention to what she was saying as your head kept glancing over at the order pickup counter, in case your order has completed.

“Did you see the glare I gave him when he called you to gather orders from everyone in the room? The nerve! Asking my staff to run around taking orders like a waitress!” she continued nagging, clearly dissatisfied as to how her very own best friend was treating her staff—well, you in particular.

You chuckled, “It’s fine, unnie. I don’t have much tasks to do anyways.”

Soomin frowned at you. “Don’t let people step on you like that, y/n.”

“I won’t.”

“But you’re complying to whatever he tells you to do,”

“We’re working with him, unnie. Doesn’t that make him sort of my boss too for the time being?”

“Yeah, but I’m your leader. I get the final say,”

You let out another sigh, aware that you’re not going to win this argument with your leader. You simply nodded and replied an ‘okay’ to her to make sure she drops the subject already.

You glanced over the watch on your wrist, noticing that it was almost lunchtime.

“Oh, right,” Soomin’s voice said, making you turn to her again.

“Hm?”

“Do you have something going on with that guy?” Soomin asked casually as she fixed her strand of wavy hair to the back of her ear.

You tilt your head in response, not knowing who she was referring to.

“Oh come on, y/n. Don’t give me that look.” She chuckled. “Everyone on the 5th floor has talked about it,”

“Talk about what?” you asked, clearly confused as to what was going around about you.

“Oh, you know. You and Chani.”

“Oh, that.” You laughed. “We’re just good friends. I mean, I’ve only known him when we started this workshop in this company,”

“I see. You both look kinda close to each other. Some of the staff said you both were dating,”

Your eyes widened when she said this. You shook your head, denying what you heard. “Pfft, no way! We’re just friends, really.”

Soomin chuckled at your response. “Alright, I trust you.”

YGE Building (Junkyu’s studio)

Junkyu stared blankly at the screen in front of him. He was supposed to be working on the lyrics of one of his own self-written songs, but instead he was letting himself get distracted.

He pulled off the headphones from his head and placed it onto the table.

Pushing his chair to the back, Junkyu leans into the chair and lets out a sigh.

He wasn’t in the mood to write the song at all today. He took out his phone from his pocket and unlocks the home screen.

He checks up on the text he’s sent you and noticed the ‘seen’ sign underneath the message he sent.

He squints his eyes and stared at the screen up close like as if he’s searching for a hidden message in the chat.

Junkyu shakes his head, realising that staring at the screen up close wouldn’t make you reply to him any sooner. But then again, when would you reply then?

He had sent the text to you that Saturday and he was expecting you to at least say something. An emoji? A mad text? A simple ‘no’ would’ve made him feel less guilty.

He sighs heavily and shakes his phone in frustration.

“Hyung?” A familiar voice said from his studio door.

Junkyu stopped shaking the phone in his hand and turns his chair around to see who it was.

Jeongwoo, who was standing at the doorframe of his studio, gave his hyung a strange look. “Are…you okay? Why did you shake your phone like that?”

Junkyu immediately stood up from his swivel chair and tucks his phone into his jacket’s pocket. “N-nothing. I was just…” he blinked a couple times, trying to think of a way to change the subject. “W-what brings you here?”

Jeongwoo pushed the door open wider and enters himself inside the studio fully now, “I’m taking a break from the online task my teacher gave earlier. I wanted to get something to drink from the cafeteria so I wondered if you wanna tag along,”

“Ahh, right. You had to skip school today because it’s your turn to film a T-log with Mashi, right?”

Jeongwoo nods his head.

“Well, I’m hardly progressing with my song anyways. I guess I could use a break,” Junkyu said as he turns around to grab his wallet from his small yellow treasure merch bag.

“Cool! Then maybe we can get some of those mashed crab sandwiches from the store downstairs too!” Jeongwoo said excitedly, making Junkyu shake his head in amusement at him.

YGE Building (Outside cafeteria)

Both you and Soomin were bringing bags consisting of takeaway-cup drinks in both of your hands and the both of you were somewhat arguing over who should carry less than the other.

“No, unnieeee. Just give me that extra bag! Who’s gonna help me open the door if your hands are full like that??”

“Ugh no way! You should give me your bag! You’re carrying 12 drinks in two hands, that’s ridiculous as it is!” she shot back at you.

You rolled your eyes at her and tried to snatch one of the drink bags from her hand with your fingers but then you ended up losing balance and almost falling down.

“I told you!” Soomin said as you tried to keep your balance in front of her.

“Shut up,” you said to her, your face turning red in embarrassment because of how you almost fell down in front of your leader.

Soomin lets out a small laugh, “You’re quite stubborn, aren’t you? Aigoo, just let me help you,”

“Fine,” you sighed. And just as you were struggling to hand over the bag consisting of 4 drinks to your leader, you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

“Y/n, is that you?”

You lift your head up to see Jeongwoo and Junkyu heading towards your direction.

“Jeongwoo-aa…” you said in an unsure tone. You were distracted with the fact that your heart was suddenly beating fast from seeing Junkyu heading to where you were standing.

Soomin looked at you, wondering why you were suddenly acting all flustered after the younger boy had greeted you.

“Unnie, I think we should hurry,” you blurted out nervously.

“Hm? But I think your friend just called out to you?”

“N-no! It’s okay,” you gave her a small smile. “We need to head back before Bomin wonders why we’re taking so long, no?”

“Uhh, sure,”

And just as soon as Jeongwoo and Junkyu had arrived closely to where you were standing, you hurriedly walk past them and told Jeongwoo that you were in a rush so you couldn’t stay to chat with him.

Soomin followed closely behind you, wondering why you were acting all weirdly the moment you saw those two boys.

Jeongwoo turned around as he watches you pass by him and his hyung, your figure slowly disappearing from his sight.

“Huh…I guess she’s busy,”

Junkyu nods slowly at this. He noticed that you were avoiding to look at him earlier.

“She…was avoiding me,” Junkyu said softly, making Jeongwoo turn to look at him now.

“Hyung…”

Junkyu lets out a small chuckle, although he wasn’t smiling. “I guess it’s over now, isn’t it?”

“No hyung, don’t say that! She’s just busy that’s all. You saw how full her hands were, didn’t you? I bet she was in a hurry for a meeting or something,” Jeongwoo added, trying to assure his hyung that everything was indeed okay.

Junkyu sighs and shakes his head. “Come on, let’s head in,” he said as he steps forward towards the cafeteria entrance.

After bumping into Junkyu and Jeongwoo, you kept walking at a fast pace, forgetting that your leader was still behind you, trying to keep up with your pace.

“Y/n, you might want to slow down. You’re shaking those drinks around too much,” Soomin said, making you slow down as you realised how much the drinks had been shaken and that some have started spilling into the paper bag you were carrying.

“Oh gosh, sorry,” you said as you stopped walking.

Soomin stood beside you and watched as you busied yourself with checking the drinks in your bags.

“Hey, you good, y/n?” she asked.

“Hm, what?” you raised your head to look at her.

“You seem…kind of bothered,”

“What? No, no! I was just—I was just worried if we took too much time being away from the meeting room,” you said, giving her a sorry smile as you lied your way through her.

“Uhuh…” Soomin gave you a thoughtful look for a couple of seconds. “If you say so,” she shrugged in the end, deciding not to ask further since she didn’t want to invade your private life too much.

“Alright then, let’s just head back now.” Soomin added as she starts walking forward again, this time with her being in front of you.

You nod your head and followed behind her.

“Oh and y/n?” Soomin said, her head still staring straight ahead as she walked.

“Yes?”

“I’d like to discuss something with you later. I wanted to ask you this earlier but I almost forgot about it,” she chuckled. “We’ll discuss this when we reach the meeting room, okay?”

“Sure, Soomin-unnie,”

(The next day/Tuesday)

YGE Building – Main Meeting Room

“You WHAT?” Bomin’s voice boomed loudly throughout the empty meeting room.

“Shh, keep it down, will you?” Soomin said in a softer tone compared to him as she looks around, even though it was clearly just the both of them in the room.

Both Bomin and Soomin regularly meet up with each other at an early time before work begins, hence, them both being the only people in the room whilst waiting for the rest of Bomin’s staff’ and Soomin’s Comms Team members to arrive.

“Soomin, as much as I support you in everything you do—you know I always support your decisions, right?”

Soomin nods at this.

“Okay, good. Now listen to me jagi,” he said as he stands closer to her, “I care about you so much. But deciding this on your own is ridiculous,”

Soomin shakes her head. “First of all, I told you—” she paused as she took a step back to distance herself from him. “I told you that we shouldn’t make it too obvious that we’re together, Bomin.”

“And, what makes you think my decision this time is ridiculous?” she asked.

Bomin presses his fingers against the middle of his forehead, hissing in frustration. He lets out a sigh and looks at his girlfriend that was standing right in front of him right now. He loves her, he really does. And he’s always wanted the best for her, of course.

Bomin had always had feelings for Soomin, since they had been close ever since their high school days. But then he held himself back from confessing to her for couple of years because he believed that a wonderful person like Soomin deserves only the best—in which he proved he managed to achieve after he secured his post as one of the head staffs in the YGE Company.

The collaboration between Soomin’s team and his made him believe that it was fate that brought them to work closely together, and for him to finally confess his feelings towards his very own close friend, which led him to today—dating the beautiful and sophisticated Soomin, and being able to call her as his girlfriend finally.

Soomin, who had only recently began dating Bomin, was happy to accept his feelings, working with him has made her feelings for him resurfaced from when they were in school back then. But she was determined to keep things professional at work. She’s that type of person.

But judging from Bomin’s careless behaviour, she could tell that Bomin isn’t trying to keep things between them as professional as she was.

“Well?” Soomin said, pushing for an answer from him since all he did was just stare at her without saying anything for the past minute.

“Tsk. Soomin. You know why I’m against this specific idea of yours,”

“No, I don’t. All I know is that you’re being a judgemental person,” she replied, implying that she does indeed know why Bomin was against her idea this time.

Bomin looks up at the ceiling, taking in the insult his girlfriend just said to him.

“Bomin, look at me,”

Bomin looks back at Soomin’s face, her eyes wider this time as she waited for his answer to her question.

“Look, babe—I mean, Soomin. You know,” he paused. “Ugh, you know I don’t like how you’re giving her special treatment all the time,”

Soomin scoffs at him, bemused. “I’m not giving her special treatment. I believe she has what it takes to do this,”

“She’s only been in your team for what—a month?? One of the company’s shareholders is going to be here today, and you have the nerve to take this stupid risk?”

“Don’t talk to me with that tone,”

Bomin groaned in frustration, seeing that he had somehow ticked Soomin’s mood off as well. He’s probably in for a bad day.

“Look, I already briefed her yesterday. I even sent her the materials for her to rehearse too. She’ll do fine!” Soomin added.

“You don’t get it! The reason I wanted you to be the one handling the presentation is because I want you to be recognised for your hard work! Now look at you, blowing your chance away!”

“That’s not true. You and I both know that half of the paperwork and data gathered for our presentations were gathered and done by y/n.”

“Even so—”

“Even so, I’m not doing it, Bomin. Y/n deserves to present her hard work for my team, and if you’re going to argue further about this…” Soomin looks at the door behind Bomin. “then I have nothing else to talk about with you.” With that, Soomin grabbed her handbag and headed towards the door, exiting the meeting room.

“Damn,” Bomin muttered to himself as he hurriedly left the room to chase after his girlfriend.

You arrived at the meeting room to see some of your team members already in their seats, all making small talk with one another. At the front of the meeting room, you saw Soomin with another one of your team members who was always in charge of fixing technical stuff for your team’s meetings so you assume that he’s probably setting up the slides and all that for today’s meeting.

Of course, you didn’t know the drama your team leader had with her boyfriend earlier today that had indirectly involved you.

Soomin was happily setting up the needed materials for your presentation, her face beaming as she was happy that she had won in the argument with her boyfriend too, enabling her to proceed with her plan of having you present for your company’s team today. As soon as she saw you putting your bag under the table of your seat, she gestured you to approach her.

You nod and made your way towards her and as you were doing so, you realised that Bomin was somehow glaring at you. Which made you shudder. What is with him today?

“Y/n, I’m so glad you made it here early. Sam is putting up your slides and notes on the screen for your reference so you can check on them before we start later on, okay?” Soomin said as soon as you were near her.

You nod at her, understanding what she said.

“Oh, and, have you read up on the materials I attached last night? Sorry for the late info, by the way. I didn’t mean to drop everything on you in all of a sudden,”

“It’s alright. I read up on them last night…though I can’t promise that it’ll be perfect today—” you grinned at her.

Soomin rolled her eyes at you and snickered, “Please—you’ll do great. I have a good feeling about today.”

“I don’t,” you joked.

“Please,” she laughed. “Okay, I think you can swipe through the slides now. Thanks Sam,” she said to him as he bowed and left the both of you alone.

You took over Soomin’s spot in front of the monitor and checked on the slides as you pressed the arrow button on the keyboard.

“Oops, incoming,” Soomin said in all of a sudden, making you stop what you were doing.

“Hm? What is it?”

And instead of Soomin answering you, you heard another voice approaching you.

“Y/n! You look so pretty today!” Chani said happily as he popped out of nowhere. He wasn’t in the room when you first arrived and in all of a sudden, he’s standing in between you and Soomin, a silly grin on his face.

Soomin smirked at the both of you and excused herself, “Well, I should get back to my seat. Good luck for today!” she pats your back before leaving.

“Hm? Good luck for what?” Chani asked as he turns to look at you directly now.

“Soomin-unnie is letting me present the final progress report for this workshop,” you replied, a smile on your face.

“Hmm,”

You stopped scrolling through your slides and turned to him. “What? You think I can’t handle today’s big meeting?”

“Well…I’m not even gonna lie, one of our company’s shareholders is gonna be here today…”

You scowled at him and punched his arm, making him laugh at you.

“I’m just kidding! I mean, I’d be nervous but hey, I think you’ll do fine. Just…don’t smile too much,”

“Hm? Why not? The shareholder doesn’t like it when people smile??” you ask him, dumbfounded.

“No, that’s not it,” he laughed. He leaned close to you to whisper, “I just think you look super pretty today and I’m afraid if you smile too much, he might fall for you like I did,”

You punched his arm another time, making him distance himself from you, “Ow, hey!”

“Cut it out, Chani. Go back to your seat,” you grumbled at him.

“Aww are you blushing? You’re shy, aren’t you? You like it when I tell you you’re pretty,” he teased you.

He wasn’t lying though. You could feel your cheeks heating up from him being so close to you like that. Not that it meant anything to you though. You were just surprised by his daringness today.

Chani has always been caring and affectionate towards you, but him flirting?? That’s new.

You shook your head at him and was about to nag at him about him bothering you too much when your eyes fell upon the people in the room. You noticed that most of them were watching you and Chani.

Have they been watching over the both of you the whole time?

“Look at them, I told you they’re dating,”

“Gasp, really? The nerve. Who does she think she is? With Chani??”

“Eh?? They do look good together…”

Suddenly you could hear them all talking about the both of you.

You were so distracted by everyone else that you didn’t realise Chani was busy looking through your notes and talking to you about what he had for breakfast.

You turn to look at him, his head lowered down as he read your notes on the screen. It seems like Chani was oblivious as to what was going on in the room.

How does he do it? How is he not bothered by what other people are saying? Is he really okay with the rumours everyone was spewing about you two?

“…seem fine. I’m sure you’ll do good today, don’t worry too much,” Chani said as he places his hand on your head, patting it.

You were too busy listening to everyone else’s whispers that you had missed out on what Chani was saying.

You pulled his hand away from your head, and smiled awkwardly at him. “Yeah, sure. Thanks. I uh, I’m gonna look through the slides one more time. You should go back to your seat,”

Chani noticed your sudden stiff expression so he decided to just comply and return to his seat.

And just as he sat down in his chair, still feeling puzzled by your sudden switch of mood, he noticed Bomin eyeing him, a smirk on his face.

Chani frowned at him, annoyed that this man is watching over him as always. He looked away and cursed the man under his breath.

After a good 20 minutes of presenting your company’s findings on the progress of the YG staff your team have mentored and tutored for the past week along with the intended future merges and implications, you swallowed the last bit of air you needed to conclude the presentation and thanked all the people in the room for listening.

“And that is all from us, are there any questions?” you asked, your voice sounding slightly hoarse as you felt it dry up from non-stop talking for the past 20 minutes.

Everyone else in the room shook their heads, to which you felt grateful for since you were sure that the presentation was made clear for everyone to understand fully.

You released a breath of air you didn’t realise you had been holding in when suddenly, the YG shareholder that had attended the meeting today raised his hand.

“Y-yes, sir? You have a question?”

“Hmm…well, frankly I’m not directing this only to you, but to everyone in this room,” he said as he turns to look at everyone in the room.

“This isn’t a question, but just want to say that I think everyone here is satisfied with your team’s plans and efforts as compared to last year. You all simply have improved much,” he continued, a smile on his face.

“Uhh, thank you, sir,” you answered back.

“That was a very insightful presentation too. I liked how your company arranged the new system. I say, a big round for PEWA Groups!” he exclaimed proudly, to which he clapped his hands to, earning everyone else’s applause as well in the room.

You bowed and smiled happily, locking eyes with Soomin who was also grinning as she clapped her hands.

“Thank you so much for the high praise, sir. We couldn’t have done a great job without your great staff here too, so, we’re equally grateful to have such wonderful clients this time around,” you responded to the shareholder.

“Well, if that is all, I believe we can adjourn the meeting?” you asked everyone, excited to end the meeting already.

“Ah, wait. I didn’t quite catch your name. What was it again?” The shareholder asked you.

“Oh, it’s y/n,”

“You did well, y/n,”

“Oh, no, really, I owe it all to my team leader, Soomin-ssi right there,” you pointed towards your surprised team leader.

“Oh gosh, no, no. He was right, you did a great job y/n. You handled the presentation really well,” Soomin complimented you with her bright smile.

You were getting embarrassed so you simply nodded and smiled before shuffling back towards the monitor screen at the front of the room to take down the meeting slides from the screen.

“Alright then, this marks the closing of our workshop with PEWA then?” you heard Bomin’s voice asking the room, to which was responded with loud cheers by everyone.

Mr Ahn, the shareholder, thanked everyone another time and said his goodbye as he hurried out to leave for another one of his own appointments.

You smiled to yourself as you waited for the computer in front of you to shut down. How many days left were you to work here before going back to your own office? A week? A week plus? Oh, right. Your last day here would be next Friday.

When the computer finally shut down, you hurried back to your seat since Bomin was telling everyone to quiet down before he dismisses everyone for their lunch break.

As soon as you sat down, you felt Chani’s hand patting your head and you turned to smile at him briefly before returning your attention back to Bomin who was standing up by now.

“It has been great pleasure to work with you all,” Bomin said as he turns to look at Soomin. The both of them exchanged knowing smiles with one another.

“And of course, again, thank you, y/n, for delivering such a great presentation today!” he looked at you this time. You smiled and nodded at him.

“I mean, sure, I wasn’t expecting it to be this good considering that you’re just a high school graduate,” he added, still smiling at you.

You felt your smile freeze on your face.

Wha…t?

Suddenly, the whole room went quiet.

You licked your lips that was beginning to feel dry by now and your eyes searched the room for your team leader, who had an expression just as shocked as you were.

“Oh? Why is everyone so quiet? Didn’t you all know? Y/n is the only employee in the PEWA’s Comm’s Team who owns just a high school certificate,” Bomin asked, amused with everyone’s reaction.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you.

But how…? The only person who knew about this…was your company’s president—Mr Bae. Then how?

And in a quick second, you heard people’s voices talking all at once.

“What?? So we’re literally being educated by someone who has no skills in this field?”

“Wait, isn’t the Comms Team from PEWA the highest ranked team in their company? What??”

“Yah, are we being conned? We literally let that kid educate us throughout the workshop,”

“Bomin-ssi! How did you let an unqualified person like that have control over our staff??”

You lowered your head, unable to look at the people who have started talking about you.

Chani moved in his seat, unhappy with what was going on in the room.

“O-okay, everyone, quiet down. Meeting is over,” you heard Soomin’s voice say.

Though you could hear no one listening to her. They continued talking to one another, dissatisfaction spewing out of their mouths non-stop.

“Yahh what an embarrassment!”

“Omg and to think she’s been working with us for almost two years. Just how did she get into the company??”

“Soomin-ssi, did you know this? Is that why you favour her over us?? We’ve been working by your side for years and yet you never let us do any of your tasks for you! Yet, you’ve asked her plenty of times!” you heard one of your team members asking Soomin.

Great. Now your own team is turning on you. You grip the sides of your pants, your head feeling heavy from all the loud voices you’re hearing.

“Would everyone, please, just quiet down—” Soomin tried to calm the room but she was interrupted by Bomin’s voice,

“Aigoo. I didn’t know this would bring so much chaos. I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You could hear the smirk from his voice even when you’re not looking at him. This man…just what is he thinking?

The room wasn’t getting any quieter, yet, it seemed like everyone has started asking questions.

“Omo omo, how did you even get the job to be in PEWA?? Did you use a back door??”

“My gosh, imagine if half of the PEWA Group was actually made up of staff that are underqualified,”

“Hey, don’t start spouting nonsense!” you heard Soomin arguing back.

You couldn’t take this. How did this happen? Everything was going so well. How did it all turn so badly in a blink of an eye??

You stood up from your seat, making the loud noise in the room lessen, but then you could still hear some of them whispering to one another.

You lift your head to look at Bomin. “Thank you, for congratulating me on my efforts today.”

“And yes, what Bomin-ssi said was true. But I assure you all, none of the PEWA staff are underqualified.” You swallowed a breath before continuing, “I am the only staff that has…just a high school certificate.”

“Gasp! This is so funny! We literally let someone like her lead the workshop??”

“Tsk, Soomin-ssi, I’m so disappointed in you. I was wondering why a newbie like her was added into our team so suddenly. You must’ve felt sorry for her,”

You felt a pang of hurt in your chest. You didn’t like how Soomin was getting dragged into this. If anything at all, Soomin had been the nicest person to you in your company.

“I…I’m so sorry,” you apologised. You could feel your eyes tearing up. “I’m so sorry,” you bowed at everyone.

“What? No, y/n, no this isn’t your fault,” you heard Soomin say.

You grabbed your bag under the table and backed away from your seat. Your eyes fell upon Chani.

He had a surprised look on his face as well. He shook his head at you, noticing your tight grip on your bag. It seemed like he knew what was on your mind right now.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered before running out of the meeting room.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Chani heard the whole room talking all at once again. He was getting tired of the loud noise.

He got up and marched towards Bomin.

“Yes, intern? Is there something—” Bomin’s word was cut off as he felt Chani’s fist landing against his right cheek, causing him to fall to the floor.

“Get up.” Chani said. “I said, get up!”

Bomin huffed angrily as he got up on his feet. He swung his arm and punched Chani in his stomach.

Chani groaned loudly in pain. “You piece of shi—”

“What? You’re gonna curse? That’s the best you could do??” Bomin taunts him, a smirk on his lips.

Chani grabbed Bomin by his collar and gritted his teeth, “Yah, Bomin! You have really crossed the line this time!”

“Aw? Why? Did you feel bad because you couldn’t stand up for your friend like last time?” Bomin scoffs, “I wonder how she’d react though? Because as I recall, back then, it didn’t work out well with you and your old friend, no?”

“Why you—” Chani was about to punch him again when Soomin stepped in between them to stop them.

“Stop it you two! Everyone is watching!” she whispered loud enough for the both of them to hear.

Chani looked around the room and noticed that what she said was true. Everyone else had stopped talking now and were focused on the little fight going on between him and Bomin.

Chani pushes Bomin roughly aside and glared at him.

Bomin shook his head, his annoying smirk still visible on his face. He fixed his collar as he said, “Tsk. Violence doesn’t always work out, you know,”

“Shut up,”

“Okay that’s it, you both. Enough.” Soomin chimed. “And the rest of yous! Leave the meeting room! Quit staring already!”

Everyone else in the room slowly gathered their stuff, some of them still whispering to each other as they left the room.

All three of them stayed quiet as they watched the rest of the staff leave the room.

And as soon as the last person exited the room, Soomin quickly closed the door and turned back to look at the two men in front of her.

“Have you both no shame?? Fighting like that in front of everyone?? And you, Bomin, why did you have to say that about y/n?!”

Bomin kept quiet, not knowing what to say as he notices how angry his girlfriend was with him.

Chani clicked his tongue. “Pfft. Doesn’t feel nice, does it? Having your girlfriend being mad at you. Maybe you should’ve thought more clearly before creating a mess like this, idiot,”

“Wait—you know?” Soomin asked him.

“What don’t I know?” Chani answered smugly. “Look, I’d love to tell you everything I know about your boyfriend but right now, I can’t stand to be in here.”

Chani approached Bomin again to say, “You may think that you’ve won this again, but I’m telling you, I’m not letting you get away with this. I told you before, not to hurt y/n. You…I’ll deal with you when I get home, hyung.”

With that, Chani shot him a piercing glare before leaving him and Soomin alone in the room.

“…hyung?” Soomin looked at Bomin questioningly.

YGE Building (Treasure’s Practice Room)

“and 5,6,7,8—bam bam bam dda, dda da da da ddum!” Hyunsuk’s voice chanted as he guided his group’s movements according to his beat count.

“Okay, and then after this part here,” Hyunsuk stepped out of his spot in the formation and demonstrated another move to his friends, “After the right leg out part, step out your left leg further front and then we all turn clockwise before we enter the next formation, got it?”

“Okay hyung,” Jihoon answered.

“Okay let’s all try individually for a while, I’ll count,” Hyunsuk said. “ and 5,6,7,8— bam bam bam dda, dda da da da ddum, okay, right leg, left out, turn! Alright, NICE!” Hyunsuk cheered as he notices everyone’s movements sync with his count even when they’re all practicing on their own.

“Woooo yeah!” Mashiho cheered as well, his charming smile beaming. He wipes the sweat on his forehead with the towel he grabbed from his bag and complimented everyone on their hard work.

“Yayyyy! We’re good to go for the first part of this song! Great job everyone!” Jaehyuk said this time.

Hyunsuk showed a thumbs up at everyone. He walked towards the water dispenser and poured himself a cup of water to drink.

Jihoon approached him and pat his back before getting himself a cup of drink as well. “Great job today, hyung,”

“You too, Hoon-aa, good job.”

“Hyung, will we be leaving for lunch later then?” both the leaders heard Yedam ask, making both of them turn around.

“Yeah, sure. Text the kids too, and tell them that we’ll meet them at the cafeteria later on,” Hyunsuk answered, reminding Yedam to inform the maknaes whom were in school to meet them later when they get to the building.

Jihoon left his hyung’s side to approach Junkyu who was sitting on the floor, chatting with Haruto, Yoshi and Asahi.

“…and then before you proceed to the next level, make sure you collect the diamonds from the hidden bags in the rooms—” Haruto explained to Asahi, his fingers moving as he tapped on his phone.

Junkyu and Asahi nods at his explanation, trying to understand what he was showing them.

“What are you kids watching?” Jihoon asks as soon as he sits down beside Junkyu.

“Haruto’s just explaining how this game he’s been obsessed with works,” Junkyu answered, his eyes still plastered on Haruto’s phone screen.

“Tsk, it seems like a lot of work though,” Asahi said, making Yoshi giggle.

“Yahh hyung! Just—just watch how I do it first. It’s easy!” Haruto insisted as he pushed his screen closer to Asahi.

Junkyu turns to Jihoon who was amused by Haruto’s nagging, “No kidding, hyung. This is the second time he’s explained it to me. It’s still confusing to me,” he complained.

Jihoon nods, “Sure Junkyu. Oh right, what are you having for lunch later?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll see what choices they have on the menu today I guess,” Junkyu shrugs back at him.

Suddenly, they all heard a loud knock on their practice room’s door.

‘knock knock knock’

“Oh? Someone’s knocking on the door?” Hyunsuk asked.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK’ the knocking was louder this time.

“My gosh, who would knock like that??” Jihoon asked this time. “Who is it??” Jihoon yelled, asking the person outside the door.

The door opened to reveal a flustered-looking Chani.

“Chani?” Yedam asked, surprised.

Chani enters the room, looking around for something—or someone.

His eyes landed on Junkyu.

“Yah, Kim Junkyu. Where is she?”

Junkyu turns around to look behind him. He turns back to the front to look at Chani who was standing not too far from him. “Me?”

Chani rolls his eyes at Junkyu’s confused expression. “Yes, I’m talking to you obviously. Quit playing dumb. I know the both of you are kinda close to each other so just spill it. Where’s she?”

“Where’s who??” Junkyu asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Oh my god. Are you really gonna keep it at this??”

“Hey hey, chill it, Chani. That’s your hyung you’re talking to,” Jihoon reminded him.

“I don’t have time for this, hyung! Y/n! Where’s y/n?!” Chani responds rather impatiently.

Everyone in the room exchanged puzzled looks with one another. Is Chani drunk or something? Obviously they all hadn’t met you today—let alone hang out with you after the small dispute Junkyu had with you.

Chani noticed how clueless everyone looked, making his expression soften. “Wait…no way…none of you’ve seen her?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“Agh, this is crazy!” Chani exclaims as he ruffles his own hair. “I’ve been trying to call her but she hadn’t been answering,”

Hyunsuk approaches the frustrated looking man who was standing in the middle of their practice room. “Why? Did y/n not come to work today?”

Chani lets out an exasperated sigh. “Hyung…you gotta help me find y/n. Bomin-hyung…he did it again…”

Hyunsuk’s eyes widened upon hearing this. “Wh-what?”

“He’s trying to drive y/n away from me, hyung! He said something during our meeting that made y/n ran off and now, now—” Chani swallowed his breath before continuing, “I can’t find her anywhere!”

“What…?” Junkyu’s voice said, earning the attention of everyone in the room.

Junkyu was already standing by now, his concern rising as he heard Chani’s story.

“I thought you’d know where she is, hyung!” Chani exclaimed.

Junkyu shook his head at the younger man. “Whatever. Thanks for telling us what happened, Chani,” He immediately walks away from everyone and heads for the door.

“Wait, Junkyu, where are you going??” Jihoon asked him.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?? I’m gonna go look for y/n!”

To be continued…

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Dropped (Becca x MC) Part 2

Hey guys, thank you for the support on the first part of this series (Yess I’m planning to turn it into a mini series). It was hard to write just because I could feel Emily’s heartbreak throughout this chapter but I know a lot of you thrive on the pain like I do 🥲🥲. This chapter might be a tad boring for your taste since I’m kinda setting the scene for the next part but I still hope you enjoy. Let me know what you guys think and I’d really appreciate feedback/constructive criticism.

tag list: @wlwplaychoices @alexlabhont @woltk @alexroyard @red-queen1013 ( including those who reblogged and replied to the 1st part. If you want to be included in the tag list just let me know ☺️)

Read Part 1

Pairing: Becca x MC (Emily)

Word Count: 1742

Warnings: Some swearing

You don't love me anymore, do you?

Emily quickly gathered her things as well as some of her clothes, not wanting to spend a second more in that room than she needed to. She dialed Kaitlyn's number as she walked away from the place she had called home for almost a year. She was now crying full-blown tears with her hand covering her mouth as passersby looked at her with sympathy. Kaitlyn picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, Em— Are you crying?"

"Can I stay with you for a while? I just had to get out of there. I'm sorry. I don't know where else to go."

"Hey, hey, of course, you can. Where are you right now? Do you want me to pick you up?" Kaitlyn said gently, her voice full of concern.

"No, it's okay. I can get there on my own."

The walk to Kaitlyn's apartment was a blur. Emily vaguely remembered someone calling out to her, but she was too busy replaying the last few hours to even notice.

When Emily arrived at Kaitlyn's apartment, Kaitlyn immediately pulled her in for a hug.

"Hey, what happened? Did you and Becca get into a fight?"

Emily nodded, unable to speak as tears were now falling uncontrollably down her face. After some time, Kaitlyn pulled away and gently guided Emily to the couch, and fetched her a glass of water.

"Whatever happened between the two of you, I'm sure you'll be able to fix it," Kaitlyn said comfortingly as she gently rubbed Emily's back.

"No, I don't think we can fix it this time." A fresh set of tears emerged. "You should have seen her face, Kaitlyn. She... she... she looked at me like I was..." Unable to finish the sentence, Emily buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

"Oh, Emily." Kaitlyn pulled her in for another hug. They stayed like that for a while until Emily's cries died down to quiet sobs.

"I'm sorry. I think I ruined your shirt," Emily said weakly.

"Eh. It's not my style anyway. I was actually just about to burn it when you came," Kaitlyn jested, attempting to lighten the mood. Emily managed a weak smile.

"Are you feeling better?" Kaitlyn said softly.

Emily nodded.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Emily shook her head. "I think I just need to lie down for a while."

"Let's get you to bed then."

"It's okay. I can sleep here on the couch."

"Nonsense. I'm not leaving you here like that. Come on."

Kaitlyn smiled gently at Emily as she took her hand and guided her to the bedroom. "You can stay here for as long as you need to."

"Thank you, Kaitlyn," Emily murmured, tired from all the crying. After she had settled into bed, Emily took out her phone and stared at the wallpaper as a lone tear ran down her cheek. It was a photo of her and Becca with Becca's arm wrapped around her waist and Becca's lips pressed against her cheek. Emily released a trembly breath as she turned off her phone and drifted off to sleep. — "Why the long face?" Becca asked, wrapping Emily in her arms.

"Just a tiring day is all," Emily replied, melting into the embrace.

"I know what'll make you feel better. How about I go out and buy your favorite ice cream real quick, and then we can watch any movie you want. How's that sound?"

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you. In all honesty, though, I'd rather do things to you," Becca teased.

Emily giggled and playfully smacked Becca. "You're terrible."

"One more thing. Give me your phone."

"Why?" Emily asked as she hesitantly handed her phone to Becca. Becca then shifted behind Emily and wrapped her arm around her waist as she pressed her lips on Emily's cheek, taking a photo. Becca made a series of taps on her phone until Emily was greeted with a new wallpaper.

"So that when you're having a bad enough day, you can just look at your phone and remember that at the end of the day, someone will be waiting for you at home, someone who loves you so crazy much." —

Emily woke up late in the morning when she faintly heard Kaitlyn speaking on the phone outside. "—I don't think she'll want to talk to you anyway... Yeah, I will. Don't worry."

Kaitlyn came back to the room minutes later. "Hey, you're up."

"Yeah. Was that..."

Kaitlyn looked at Emily apologetically. "You heard, huh?"

"What did she want?"

"She wanted to talk to you. She sounded really sorry, Em."

Emily sighed. "I don't think I can talk to her yet."

Kaitlyn nodded understandingly. "Take as much time as you need to. By the way, I know you have class a while ago, but I wasn't sure if I should wake you up. Sorry."

"It's okay. I wasn't planning on going anyway."

"I have classes soon, but I can stay here if you want," Kaitlyn said sympathetically.

"No, you should go. Don't worry, I'll be fine," Emily replied with a weak smile.

"Alright. But text me if you need anything. There's food in the fridge and feel free to use the shower. What's mine is yours. I'll be back soon." Kaitlyn gave Emily a quick hug before heading out.

***

Becca's POV

Becca glanced at the clock- 11 AM. Her head was pounding as she recalled the previous night's events.

"Ughh. I'm never gonna drink again," she muttered to herself.

She glanced around the room and noticed that the sheets beside her remained untouched. She managed to get out of bed and walked out of the room sluggishly.

"Babe? Yesterday I-" She looked around the apartment and found that it was empty. Oh, right it's Monday. She's probably in class.

Becca went back to their bedroom and as her eyes adjusted, she noticed that half of Emily's things were gone. She immediately opened Emily's closet and found that some of her clothes were missing. At that moment, she knew she fucked up.

Becca quickly charged her dead phone and as soon as it lit up, several texts and voicemails from yesterday popped up. They were from Emily. Crap. Becca immediately dialed Emily's number but it went straight to voicemail. Becca paced around the room as she recalled their fight yesterday and it just dawned on her how serious it was. She remembered Emily shouting at her and oh god she looked so heartbroken. Rebecca Davenport, you stupid bitch. Becca then proceeded to call Kaitlyn.

"Hey Kaitlyn, have you seen Emily?" "Yeah, she went here crying last night. What happened, Becca? She was a mess." "I fucked up. Is she with you right now? I really need to talk to her." "She's still asleep, and I don't think she'll want to talk to you anyway." "Can you at least tell her I'm sorry? Just please make sure she's okay." "Yeah, I will. Don't worry."

***

Emily's POV

"You have to eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"And I'm not gonna let you starve to death."

"Well, there are worse ways to go."

Kaitlyn sighed. "Okay, that's it. We're gonna talk about this now. What the hell happened between you two?"

Emily bit her lip. "We were supposed to celebrate our anniversary, but then she forgot. Instead, she went home hours later, drunk. Then we got into this huge fight. Most times I feel like she's just sick of me. Like... she doesn't love me anymore."

"Did she tell you that?"

"No. She doesn't even wanna talk anymore. And honestly, I'm tired of being a doormat at my own home."

"So, is that it? Are you gonna break up with her?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. What do you think I should do?"

"I can't make that decision for you, Em. But one thing's for sure. You have to talk to her before you make one." —

Emily decided that she could no longer run from her responsibilities. She turned on her phone and was immediately greeted by several texts. Some were from James but most were from Becca. Emily sighed, putting the phone in her pocket.

When she arrived at the university, Emily first went to check in on James. As James saw her approach, he stood up with concern in his eyes.

"Em, we were so worried about you. You weren't answering your phone."

"Sorry. Got caught up in something."

"Yeah... I uhh ran into Becca yesterday. She told me you guys got into a fight?"

Emily nodded. "You said that you were assigning me an article to write this week?" Emily asked, changing the subject.

"Right. But you don't have to, I can get someone else to do it."

"No, I want to."

"Okay then. Well, the only article left is about--

James paused to look at a piece of paper and his eyes widened.

"Like I said, you don't have to-"

You snatched the paper from James, suddenly furious.

College Relationships. Great. Just my luck.

"We can change it. I'm sure someone else-"

"It's fine, James. And I don't appreciate you treating me like a fragile piece of glass. I said I'm fine." Emily snapped.

Emily walked away before James had a chance to speak. —

Emily was running with her laptop in her hands with Becca in hot pursuit.

"Come on just a little peek."

Emily giggled as Becca caught up to her hugging her from behind.

"Hey! Why'd you close it?"

"You'll be the first to read it when I'm done, I promise."

"Well, it better be worth it," Becca said as she turned Emily around. She cupped her face and pulled her in for a slow and deep kiss. Emily broke up the kiss and touched her forehead with Becca's.

"It is."

—

Back in Kaitlyn's apartment, Emily stared at the blank screen, thinking of what to write or how to even start.

This is ridiculous.

Emily stood up and grabbed her jacket and strode across the room towards the door

"Em? Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna talk to Becca," Emily said with a determined look on her face. — Emily was walking on the sidewalk towards their apartment when a familiar figure caught her attention. As she turned to look inside a bar, all the time in the world couldn't have prepared her for the hurt that was to follow. Emily grabbed the wall for support as she watched the woman she love kiss someone else.

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stillbandofbrothersthirsty · 3 years ago

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i’d like to request 13 + h with nix please? i really love this idea - can’t wait to see what you do with it 💕

Oh man this is where the shuffle gets tough but the challenge is so fun!! I love this combo! Thanks for the request <3

Nixon wasn’t sure how he felt about this thing. Sure, he was excited to see the guys but part of him was nervous too. His life had been a bit of a wreck since returning from war. He had gotten divorced from Kathy, and then again from a woman he thought he had been in love with. But it hadn’t been love. She had been a beautiful distraction in the middle of a war torn world. Not for the first time in life Nixon felt directionless. He had no idea what he wanted anymore. The majority of his relationships, his job, his home, felt like a farce; a cosmic mockery of who he was and who might’ve been.

The reception hall felt sterile. The tiled floors had been power washed, Nixon could still smell the chemical cleaner. He followed the hall down to a door where laughter erupted on a continuous loop. If it hadn’t been for Dick, Nixon wasn’t sure he would be there right now. He didn’t feel like the Captain the men knew him as.

Just inside the wide room was a table with a stretch of name tags and pins. What was the point of these? He knew everyone, it seemed a bit silly to have name tags. Still, he scanned the table looking for his name, grateful to put off greeting people for a few minutes longer. He was having trouble finding his own name tag when a different one caught his eye: Eleanor Priestly. No, Nixon thought, she was coming? He hadn’t even considered the possibility.

Once upon a time Elle had known everything about him. She had been the kindest, bravest nurse he had ever known. The two of them had been as thick as thieves during the war but since it ended, they failed to stay in touch.

Nixon lingered, looking at the name written in beautiful black calligraphy when suddenly long, thin fingers stretched out to pluck the name tag from the table.

Nixon looked up in delighted surprise to greet the owner of the hand, “hey! Fancy seeing you here.”

“And you,” perfectly painted red lips grinned back at him, “it’s been a year!”

“Literally,” he smiled. Then as an after thought he stretched out his arms. Awkwardly, the woman stepped into them for a hug. Nixon noticed her hair smelt like lavender. It had never smelled that way before. But to be fair, they had been in the middle of a war.

“You look good,” he said. He let his eyes run appreciatively over her. She wore her nurses uniform, but it fit more snuggly than it had during the war, Nixon noticed. The buttons of the jacket stretched over her full chest. How had he never noticed how good looking she was before?

She blushed at his gaze, “thanks, so do you.”

“Reliable plumbing and actual food helps a lot,” Nixon joked dryly.

She laughed, “it really does.”

A moment of silence fell between them as they took each other in. Eleanor cleared her throat, “well, we should catch up at some point. I’m over there,” she stretched to point to a table where Babe Heffron sat with Popeye Wynn. “Come find me later?” she asked with a familiar twinkle in her eye.

“Yeah,” Nixon nodded, “I’ll do that!”

Nixon found his seat at a table beside Dick Winters and Harry Welsh. He saw Dick fairly regularly so it was good to catch up with Harry and the other men. But he kept getting distracted by Eleanor’s presence at the neighbouring table. He couldn’t help but smile every time he heard her familiar laugh. It was loud and had a lilt to it and filled an empty space in Nixon’s chest he didn’t realize needed filling. The sound of it transported him back to the many occasions they bundled up together for warmth in dank, empty buildings and to the sunnier days in Bavaria spent lounging on Adirondack chairs.

He wondered why they ever fell out of touch. How could he have ever stopped talking to a creature as lovely as her, he thought as he watched her throw her head back in laughter. Then he remembered, it was because of the bombshell. The beautiful, English blonde that, as the time, he was determined to make his.

At the time he thought he was in love with her. At the time, the bombshell was all he wanted. At the time, Eleanor was nothing more than a friend. How could he have been so blind?

That night Nixon went back to his hotel room with the vision of Eleanor burned into his mind. They had had the chance to catch up but their time talking had been insufficient. He wanted to know more, he wanted to spend more time with her. She had promised to stay in touch but what did that really mean between old friends?

Maybe a year ago they could have stayed close. But after a year without talking what friendship was even there? They had picked back up so easily in person but with distance, who was to say what would happen.

Nixon stayed in town a few extra days to spend time with some of the other men. He had granted himself and Dick a long weekend for the trip and there was no rush to get back to New Jersey.

It was a hot afternoon when Nixon stepped into the drug store to buy a cup of coffee from the lunch counter.

“Lewis?” He turned to sound of Eleanor’s voice. She smiled up at him with those rose red lips and bright eyes.

“Oh hi!” He said, a grin involuntarily spreading across his face.

“Still in town I see?” She asked.

“Yeah, for a couple more days,” he said, “thank you,” he took the coffee from the lunch attendant and put a dollar and coins down on the aluminium counter. “Why are you still here?” He asked.

She giggled, “I live here remember?”

“Oh,” Nixon mentally kicked himself, “right. Sorry, I forgot, I knew that.”

Eleanor waved her hand to indicate it was no big deal, “it’s only temporary. Just staying with my folks until I figure out my next move.”

“Right, right. On the job hunt,” Nixon took a sip of his coffee.

“Correct,” Eleanor smiled then looked over her shoulder at the growing line at the pharmacy window. “Well hey, it was good to see you but I’ve got to hop in line. Picking up some things for my parents.”

“Oh sure,” Nixon nodded but disappointment rushed through him. A thousand incomprehensible thoughts ran through his mind; this was his second shot, his chance to spend more time with her. Who knows when he would see her next.

“Wait, do you mind if- mind if I wait with you? We could, I don’t know, catch up a little bit more, maybe grab a coffee afterwards,” he shrugged.

She glanced down at the fresh coffee in his hand and Nixon winced at his own stupidity. She narrowed her eyes playfully, “you haven’t eaten anything today have you?”

“Uhh..”

“Because,” she smiled knowingly, “you just woke up, huh?”

Even after a year of radio silence she still knew him too well.

“Yeah, wait with me and we can grab some lunch afterwards,” she gestured him over to the line. “If it goes well I’ll even let you take me out for dinner.”

Nixon grinned and took his place beside her.

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lestatslestits · 4 years ago

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Dear Evan Hansen info dump! Dear Evan Hansen info dump! Pls I saw it in London and fucking despised that show

OKAY sorry this took a while I got tied up at work.

For those unfamiliar, here’s a very basic rundown of the plot as I remember it because I refuse to revisit it.

Content warning for. So many things. Suicide, mental illness, lying, gaslighting, and like. Just a weird song about siblings. I dunno.

So basically there’s this kid named Evan Hansen who has social anxiety and probably depression, and he sees a therapist, who has told him to write letters to himself as an assignment. It’s the first day of school after summer break and his arm is in a cast because he broke it climbing a tree. This is our “hero.”

He’s got a crush on a girl named Zoe (Zoey?), who he desperately wants to notice him but he’s awkward and shy and has a song about it. Zoe’s older brother, Connor, is what happens when 45 year old theatre producers google what a depressed teenager looks like. I think he may actually be described in canon as looking like a school shooter? Even if I’m wrong about that, it’s clearly the intended vibe.

So Evan goes to school with his letter, meets Connor there (who he does not know at all, and that is extremely important), and Connor asks to sign his cast. He does it HUGE letters so it’s impossible to miss, but while this interaction goes down he finds Evan’s letter, which talks about how he has put all of his hope into his relationship with Connor’s sister, Zoe. It’s worded weirdly ambiguously because it’s a surprise tool that will help us later. Anyways, Connor freaks out at the idea of Evan writing about his sister, and he takes the letter.

Later Evan gets called into the office to speak to Connor’s parents, because Connor has committed suicide. And on his person is a letter that begins “Dear Evan Hansen.”

So now everyone is convinced he was Connor’s only friend, and that this was Connor’s suicide note. Connor’s family starts asking Evan questions about Connor and instead of explaining the mixup, Evan just ???? Goes with it???????????? He makes up a WHOLE ASS BACKSTORY about his deep friendship with Connor, writes additional Dear Evan Hansen letters, and develops a relationship with Connor’s grieving family.

A person at school (in the musical the character is a girl but in the movie I think the actor is non-binary and I dunno if the character will be or not) sets up a memorial for Connor and asks Evan to speak. He does, someone posts his speech on youtube, and he goes mega viral for talking about the impact Connor had on him. Suddenly a whole campaign starts, around the phrase “You will be found.”

Evan gets super famous, but his mom and his friend uhhh Jared I think is his name have gotten wise and shit is falling apart.

Okay I did have to google a bit for the ending because I blocked it out.

Ultimately Evan confessed what he did to Connor’s family, because the “suicide note” got leaked online and now people blame Connor’s parents. So he comes clean in a way that is like “I’m so sorry, but please consider that I was sad.”

And they’re mad but they don’t pursue it at all or tell anyone about all of his lies because ???? What are consequences???

Evan’s mom finds out that his fall that led to a broken arm was actually a suicide attempt, so she feels guilty and sad for??? Being a single mom and having to work?????

A year later Evan meets up with Zoe who says that actually everything Evan did was okay because it brought her family closer together, and actually thru needed this.

Evan has no consequences, other than feeling kind of guilty, and the show ends with him writing another letter to himself.

So like.

Where do I start? The weird infantilizing bullshit of a sad white boy receiving no consequences for his actions?

The fact that all of the work on “The Connor Project” is done by the show’s one (1) character who is regularly cast as a person of color, who receives no appreciation?

The fact that, oh yeah, it turns out that Connor was emotionally abusing his sister for years, to the point where she has a whole song about how she doesn’t know how to mourn for someone who has caused her so much pain. Evan, aware of this, uses his own ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR ZOE to come up with a lot of stuff to “prove” that Connor actually cared about her, making her believe that her dead brother who tormented her actually gave a shit, because it helped Evan get a girlfriend. This plot point literally FLABBERGASTS me because I never see anyone talk about it. Also I’m pretty sure the tie-in book tried to retcon this and make it an unreliable narrator thing and in general to make Connor more sympathetic by making him queer???, but it’s never addressed in the musical, so it’s not really possible to consider that canon.

Also Evan sings a song, allegedly from Connor’s perspective, about all the things he (a character who is romantically interested in her) thinks about her....using her dead brother as a mouthpiece???

The fact that Broadway started a whole #youwillbefound movement. That’s right. They started a suicide awareness campaign based off of a COMPLETELY CANONICALLY FAKE CAMPAIGN and people took it seriously, like people who sing The Last Five Years at their weddingsxhhkkgukj

Uhh the fact that the fandom woobifies both Evan and Connor and SHIPS THEM together even though they do not know each other, which is literally the point of the story 🤪🤪🤪

I could go on but damn I’m pissing myself off.

WAIT I forgot to add that @wolfsbaneblooming said she thought the movie trailer was an SNL sketch and she’s RIGHT

Uhh tagging @theclichefortunecookie because I promised an infodump

#long post cw #suicide cw #gaslighting cw #everything cw

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simp-4-kylo · 4 years ago

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can you do a roommate!adamsackler who keeps stealing/finishing the soaps or body washes in the shower so he has an excuse to go in there after you yell at him bc you need one 😳

New Soap

Warnings/tags:Soft!Sackler, slight hint towards the DIRTY, curse words, uhh Adam being a soft boy,fluff?? i'm so sorry for not updating.

WordCount: 1,149

A/N: omg hi yall! I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA and have gotten nothing out :( my life got super busy and super quick. A lot of things have not been going my way in my personal life but I’m trying to get things out for you all to enjoy! So please, as always, enjoy whats below!

The hot water felt euphoric as it ran down your back. It had been a brutal couple past days, work had been stressful due to the fact your boss was giving you way too many things to work on and way too little time to do it all. You had been looking forward to this shower after giving three different presentations in various meetings today. On the way home you had stopped by the store to pick up a few things that couldn’t wait for the weekend when you went on your usual grocery run or you were too afraid to tell your roommate Adam to pick up, due to the simple fact that he wouldn’t know what to get.

On the way out of the convenient store you had passed the soap and shower aisle. You knew as soon as you got home you wanted to take a long shower and a nap afterwards. Maybe today was the day that you tried a new shampoo and shower scrub, but as you reached for the teal bottle with the label Ocean Breeze. You just remembered that you had gotten a brand new bottle of shampoo the other day, you were sort of sad that you couldn’t try this new soap, but you weren’t about to waste a perfect bottle of brand new soap. You checked out and left the store, headed home you just couldn’t wait for that long shower. You were praying that Adam wasn’t in the bathroom or let alone in your way, nothing was going to stop you from showering, not even Adam and his adorable yet slightly confusing jokes…

Living in New York was everybody's dream whether they knew it or not, and fortunately you were lucky enough to be one of the many people who made it in New York. You lived in Brooklyn with your roommate Adam Sackler, most people think the two of you were dating. Which, you had only dreamed of dating him you knew he didn’t like you the way you liked him.

Walking up the stairs to your shared apartment you heard Adam shouting. Now, that isn’t unusual for him. He was always yelling about something, whether he was practicing his lines for some role or if he was just upset at something. If he was dealing with one of his “girlfriends” right now, you were not having it. Pushing open the door to the apartment the sight of a shirtless Adam with damp hair lay before you. He had a teal colored towel draped across his waist, and an old bleached out towel on his hair. He was holding some paper in his hand, the top right was damp with the excess water that fell from his hair.

Adam turned around at the sound of the door opening, “hey kiddo, how was work? Hey I was wondering-”. You had cut the man off by saying “Whatever you were wondering, I hope it was you offering to make dinner tonight. I stopped at the store to pick up a few things we needed, but my head is killing me, please I just need to go shower.” You finished with a sigh and dropping your work bag on the ground, walking to the kitchen counter you set the groceries down.

“Uh sure, yeah go shower.” Adam had said as he put his paper down on the coffee table in front of him. As you made your way to the bathroom Adam went to stand up and walk towards the kitchen counter to see what you had decided to pick up. As Adam sifted through the bags of food he heard the shower head turn on, the sound of the water hitting the bathtub triggered something in him. He suddenly remembered something, “oh! I forgot to mention, I used all your-” he called out to you, except for the fact that you hadn’t heard him and shut the bathroom door before he could finish. He cursed to himself, he just wanted to warn you that you were all out of soap. He knew you had a long day and that you just wanted to shower.

“ADAM!” you had yelled from the bathroom, when you had got into the shower you were ready for some special relaxation time. To your surprise you had got in and more than half your bottle of brand new shampoo was empty. At first you had thought that you just used a lot, but then realized that you had gotten this almost two days ago! There was no way Adam had just used this shampoo that you bought for yourself. You were beyond mad, Adam was really going to get it.

Your internal thoughts were interrupted when you heard the bathroom door open and then click shut. “Adam- get the fuck out. I don’t want to hear it, I expect you to buy me some new shampoo by the time I get home from work tomorrow, and it better be the same exact kind. I also want-” as you turned around you stopped mid sentence. There in the shower with you was a naked Adam, with a big wide smile. “Oh my god!” you replied and went to immediately cover your exposed chest with both your arms.

Despite being roommates with Adam, never once had either of you seen the other naked. You were utterly speechless, not knowing what to say you just stared at the tile above Adam’s head. “Hey…” Adam had said and inched closer to you and reached out towards you.” Your heat seemed to beat faster and louder as he moved to touch you. Time had slowed, you were currently in the shower naked with Adam right in front of you. This has to be a dream, there was no way your insanely hot roommate was standing in front of you about to touch you. You felt two very big hands slide down the sides of your body and rest at your hips.

He pulled you closer, closer and suddenly you were pressed up against him in the shower. Slowly slipping out of your state of shock, you returned the hug and wrapped your arms around the larger man. Adam released a sigh of content, he moved his right hand to now rest behind your neck. He sat his head on the top of yours and closed his eyes, you doing the same. The warm watering dripping down the both of you as the sounds of New York and the smell of your brand new shampoo filled the small bathroom.

“I think I love you” Adam had said. “I know” you replied grinning into his chest. Adam pulled back for a moment, he looked you in the eyes and said “get smart with me one more time, and I won’t get you new soap.” He had said and leaned in with a kiss.

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calamitykaty · 4 years ago

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Invisible String: Part 4

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Word Count: 1747

Warnings: None (but let me know if there is and I will add them)

Charlotte pulled back from her embrace with Julie and wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks, she lightly laughed as Julie did the same. She couldn’t stop the corners of her lips from turning up into a full on smile. It had been so long since Charlotte had any real sense of normalcy in her life and she was relishing this feeling.

“C’mon, I have something kinda...weird...but amazing to show you.” Julie beckoned Charlotte to follow her as she made her way to the front door before abruptly stopping.

“Oh! My mic, I almost forgot!” Julie exclaimed and as if right on cue, Ray was rounding the corner with the mic held in his outstretched hand. Julie grabbed the mic and gave her dad a thankful nod of appreciation before grabbing Charlotte’s hand with her free one and pulling her behind her down the pathway to the studio. As they stood outside of the doors, Julie turned around and placed her hands on Charlotte’s shoulders. Charlotte gave her friend an inquisitive look in return.

“Before we go in there I just wanted to warn you that this is going to be hard to explain and just...promise me that you will try to stay calm.”

Charlotte scrunched her brows up in confusion and stayed silent.

“Promise!?” Julie urged.

“Fine--fine, I promise---” Charlotte surrendered.

Julie gave her a swift nod and turned around top open the doors. She stood to the side, allowing Charlotte to enter ahead of her before she closed the doors. Julie looked around at each of the guys to examine the space they would need and then pulled a chair out for Charlotte. She once again grabbed Charlotte by the shoulders and navigated her to the chair, gently pushing her down into it without saying a word.

“Who’s the cute chick?” Reggie asked, earning a smack to the back of the head from Alex.

“Hey…” Reggie whined and rubbed the back of his head as he made his way over to Julie with the two other boys. They all huddled into a circle and Charlotte sat silently as she watched, starting to wonder if this was all part of the prank that she was sure that Chase was pulling on her. She had to give to him, this was a super elaborate prank, even for him. Several minutes later, Julie sat down at her keyboard and laid her fingers softly on the keys. Charlotte smiled, she would never deny that Julie Molina was the most talented person that she had ever known.

Julie stood up from the keyboard and moved in front of Charlotte, the other three boys suddenly joining in on the song as well. Charlotte had to admit, they were good, really good. She was slightly perplexed though as she never saw them grab their instruments or plug them in but she shook it off as her just focusing too much on Julie, The song finished and Julie stood in front of Charlotte with her arms stretched out on both sides of her body “So…?” Julie trailed off.

“....you’re in a band now?” Charlotte guessed. Her eyes darted between Julie and her assumed band mates until the gears in her mind clicked. “Wait! You’re the Julie in Julie and the phantoms!?” Charlotte exclaimed.

Julie nodded her head excitedly before her face contorted into one of confusion.

“...how do you know about that?” Julie questioned and looked back at the guys, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Luke took a step forward “I was signing us up for the open mic night and she was behind me…” he trailed off.

Charlotte snorted, “yeah, right after he made me spill my chai tea.”

Julie’s face was flushed and she slowly shifted her gaze from Luke to Charlotte and back again,

“You can---you can see him?” Julie stammered.

Charlotte felt her hands clenching at her sides. She narrowed her eyes at Julie, Luke and Alex. She bit down on her bottom lip trying to stop her eyes from filling up with tears. She was a notorious angry crier and she was done with everyone pulling one over on her just to have a good laugh. She felt humiliated.

“Well, this is going well…” Reggie remarked under his breath, or so he thought it was under his breath. Charlotte turned her heads towards him and mustered up the deadliest glare that she could. Luke thought coming to Julie’s was going to make explaining everything easier but he was suddenly now so sure about that hypothesis. He glanced over at Alex, who was staring back at him with the same worried expression on his face.

“You can tell Chase that he wins, ok? I’m done with his stupid prank.” Charlotte spat venomously at them. She quickly turned on her heels and headed towards the door but Julie grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“Let go!” Charlotte yelled and violently yanked her arm back.

“Char-”Julie pleaded gently, “ I promise I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t even know who Chase is.” Julie crossed her heart and held her left hand up to her lips, something the pair had done since they were elementary school kids. It was like their scouts honor and Charlotte knew that Julie would never do it if she weren’t telling the god honest truth.

Charlotte's shoulders slumped in defeat. She slowly walked to the old couch that she used to call her bed and flopped down onto it. A deep sigh escaped her lungs and finally she filled the silence with a question “you asked if I could see them, why?”

Luke cautiously cleared his throat “---because we’re ghosts and up until today no one could see us but Julie unless we were playing music together which is what she was trying to show you but you can already see us so…”

Julie handed her phone to Charlotte. Charlotte looked down at the phone, the three boys were on the screen accompanied by an article about their tragic death 25 years prior.

“I know that it seems insane--” Julie started, grabbing Charlotte’s attention “--I thought it was impossible to and I went through the same confusion that you are probably experiencing right now. I mean...I literally thrust a cross right through Reggie before I realized they were actually real ghosts.” She sat down next to Charlotte and took the phone from her hands, setting it down on the coffee table.

“Why does this actually make more sense to me than Chase being able to pull off the most elaborate prank in the world?” Charlotte doubled over in laughter. Julie lightly bumped her shoulder with Charlotte’s. “I’m sorry you had such a bad day with all of this. I wish I would have been there with Luke earlier and I could have explained everything right away”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders “ sorry for being so dramatic.” She could feel her cheeks heat up with blush from embarrassment. Julie stood up and turned to Charlotte, grabbed her hands and pulled her up.

“Let me formally introduce you to the guys---” This, she pointed to Alex “is Alex, he plays drums.” Julie moved onto the next boy, the one that Charlotte was not familiar with. “This is our bassist, Reggie.” Reggie winked at Charlotte.

“And, I’m Luke, former lead vocalist of sunset curve and current lead guitarist for Julie and the phantoms.”

Julie rolled her eyes at Luke and his attempt at charming her friend. “Guys, this is Charlotte Dubois, my best friend….right?” Charlotte beamed at the title and nodded her head.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’ll see you around, yeah?” Charlotte said as she threw a hand up in a small wave.

“Wait, you’re leaving? Are you staying at your house?” Julie questioned.

Charlotte licked her lips, a nervous tick, and nodded “uhh, yeah...things have been better lately” she lied.

Julie nodded “ok, well, i’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

“For sure, I'll ummm be around.” Charlotte lied again and walked backwards towards the doors. She lifted her hand for another quick wave goodbye and rushed out the door.

She had almost made it to the edge of the driveway before Luke appeared beside her. She didn’t acknowledge him though, instead she shoved her hands in her pockets and walked across the street. Luke silently fell in step beside her. They walked for ten minutes before Charlotte realized that he wasn’t going to go away.

“Can I help you?” Charlotte Seethed.

Luke avoided the question, instead opting to retort “You’re a terrible liar, ya know.”

Charlotte glanced up, her green eyes meeting his hazel ones for a split second before she looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hmmmm” Luke hummed before asking “so, where are we going exactly?”

Charlotte looked at him in bewilderment “WE aren’t going anywhere, I, however, am going home.”

With that, Luke poofed back to the studio. He knew that Charlotte had a rough day already and didn’t want to push her too hard but he also knew that she was hiding something. He wanted to help her, he wasn’t sure why but ever since he saw her at the coffee shop he just felt drawn to her.

Charlotte looked around briefly and determined that she was once again by herself. She approached the town's abandoned playground which was surrounded by a chain link fence with ‘No Trespassing’ signs posted every 10 feet. Charlotte and Julie used to play here all the time but as time went on it was left to rust when a newer, bigger and better playground was built across town, Charlotte pulled back a corner of the fence and maneuvered her body through it. She kicked a few white rocks while she made a beeline to the place she called “home.”

She carefully climbed up the ladder on the play set before getting on her hands and knees to crawl into the round blue tube. On the far side of the tube laid her duffel bag which held all of her necessary belongings. Charlotte pulled her smooshed pillow out of the bag and thin blanket. As she laid down she could hear the crickets chirping, the wind blowing through the leaves and the ‘No Trespassing’ signs clanging against the metal fence. Those were the sounds that she had grown accustomed to over the past few months. Before she knew it, her heavy eyelids were closed.

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