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ah-ga-seven · 4 years

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Till’ The End of Summer - Chapter 1

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Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated?

Word count: 3.2K

Genre: Angst, Fluff,

Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol, overall pretty tame.

A/N: English isn’t my first language, pls don’t come for me ;) Also the first chapter sucks and is more of an introduction so pls give ch 2 a chance lmaoo, it’s juicy, i promise.

You were exhausted.

Your second year of college had passed like a whirlwind and you didn’t even have the time to realise.

Deadline after deadline after deadline had passed and you finally handed in your last paper of the year.

You sigh in relief. The pent up tension leaves ur body and the stress seems to fade more and more as the seconds pass. You stare blankly at your laptop screen. Still not quite realising how you managed to write ten thousand words of scientific research just 3 days before the deadline.

You feel two firm hands on your shoulders, massaging you as a way to show comfort “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry.”

The voice and sudden skinship startled you a little but as soon as you realise who it is, you relax in his touch.

You remove your Airpods and look up at your best friend, Soobin, who sat down next to you at your favourite secluded table in the school’s cafeteria. It’s where your friends could always find you if you had work to do.

“I just might” you sigh throwing your head back. And suddenly a huge grin crept up your face. Which worked contagiously as Soobin instantly started to smile back at you.

“I did it. I finished all of the work.” You say putting your hand on your forehead dramatically.

Soobin chuckled nudging your shoulder. “I told you, you’d be fine. You always manage to pull through even though you procrastinate so much.” He says as he high-fives you.

You pout at his statement. Yes. It’s a serious problem. “I just-”

You stop your sentence midway as that god walks into the cafeteria. His confident stride to the soda machine dressed in simple athletic wear made your jaw drop slightly. He was sweaty, probably from basketball practice. His chestnut hair damp, cascading his forehead and prickling his eyes. He blinked a few times before blowing the hair out of his face with his pouty lips.

You swallow harshly at the sight and Soobin follows your gaze. You hear him chuckle, right before he flicks your forehead.

“Maybe if you stopped drooling over my roommate, you would’ve been able to focus.”

You send him a glare, kicking his knee under the table, making him yelp out in pain, which caught someone’s attention.

Yeonjun takes out his soda from the machine as his head snaps in your direction. He smiles and approaches your table. Your heart decided to do martial arts in your chest with every step he took towards your table.

You look away from his gaze quickly pretending to be busy with your laptop.

“Hey, what’s up?” Yeonjun said ‘bro-fiving’ Soobin.

“Nothing much, just the usual abuse from miss thing here,” Soobin says sending you a look as he rubs his knee.

“Abuse? I didn’t know you were into that.” Yeonjun says giving you a coy smile, and you nearly choked at his words, looking at him wide-eyed.

You try your best to keep your cool, but Yeonjun was leaning against your chair, inching dangerously close, looking over your shoulder.

“Watchu working on?” he asks cutting the tension.

Oh Yeonjun, always so friendly and interested. If only he knew the effect he had on you. Or the effect he had on at least half of the female and male population of your elite college.

“N-nothing. I mean I just finished it. It’s the paper for Mr. Davis’s class. The last one, so summer can finally start.” You ramble, not sure why you’re telling him all of these details. It’s not like he cares.

You take a mental note to shut up, stealing a quick glance from Soobin who was awkwardly shifting in his seat.

Yeonjun let out a chuckle, patting your back. “Good job, I knew you could do it. This paper will give you an advantage next year right?”

You look up in confusion. “How’d you know?”

“Soobinnie here told me that this paper was the reason you bailed on the party two days ago. Such a shame, would’ve been nice to have you there you know…” Yeonjun says a little lost in thought absentmindedly moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Was he? Flirting?

“I have all the time in the world now, so if you want to see me so badly, just give me a call.” You say confidently crossing your arms. You were testing him, and he seemed amused by your sudden confidence.

Soobin rolled his eyes at the two of you. Yeonjun is a notorious fuckboy. A star player of the basketball team, rich, handsome, charming but also his best friend and teammate. You were also his best friend that he had known since childhood, which means that the two of you were a recipe for disaster in his books.

The two of you planned to go to the same college since your parents pushed you to do so, but also because you two are joined at the hip since birth. Oh and did you mention that Soobin was the one with the full basketball scholarship, while you had to rely on your actual brain to get one?

Ever since you started college and were introduced to Choi Yeonjun, you had a meaningless crush on him. But since time passed and you got close to Soobin’s friends and vice versa, your feelings towards him seemed to escalate and you could tell that Yeonjun was into you too. You just didn’t know in what way.

Soobin always tried his best to keep you two apart because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Soobin knew Yeonjun was just going to be in it for the sex and is not ready for a relationship in any way or form.

But Soobin also knows that if you have set your mind to something, there’s absolutely no way that he can talk you out of it. You have always had a fascination for bad boys, wanting to fix them and then crying to Soobin about it when it didn’t work out. It might be the quality he hates about you the most.

But this time it was different. This time it was between two people that Soobin genuinely cared for. So he was against the two of you having any type of relationship other than friendship.

Soobin cleared his throat, diverting the attention back to him. “That sounds nice and all, but I think y/n will be going back home for summer. Right?”

You’re confused by Soobin’s sudden cock blocking and raise your eyebrow at him.

“No, actually. I’m not. Not this year. My parents are traveling through Europe so there’s nothing for me to go home to.” You say. Soobin knows about this. So why would he mention you going back home?

“Well. That’s great. Then we can finally hang out with the whole squad without any of us bailing because of school work.” Yeonjun says smiling.

“Anyways, I’ve got to go. I guess I’ll…see you around?” Yeonjun asks staring at you intently. You just nod in response giving him a smile, which he returned to you immediately. It was more of a smirk than a smile though and you could swear his eyes wandered to your chest, but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.

“See you back home bro” Yeonjun said patting the younger one on his shoulder before walking off.

As Yeonjun was out of sight, your head snaps back to Soobin, who was glaring at you.

“What was that about,” you say crossing your arms, fire spitting from your pupils.

“That’s so NOT happening” Soobin states taking a sip out of his water bottle while keeping eye contact.

“Excuse you?” you say lost for words.

Soobin just shrugs, he’s visibly annoyed and you know not to push his buttons right now but you decide to do so anyway.

“Listen, I know you’re practically my brother and all. But you’re not. So I don’t see why you need to act like you are, I like him Soobin. Let me explore my feelings for him a little.” You say in a hushed tone trying not to sound too bitchy, but Soobin just scoffs in response, rolling his eyes at you.

“It’s your feelings that I’m worried about y/n, cause he certainly doesn’t care. He just wants to fuck. If he actually liked you, he wouldn’t look at you like you’re a meal. He’d look at you with affection.”

You’re taken aback by his statement and you’re not so sure if you should bite back at him. Instead, you let him explain some more as you wave your hand at him as a sign for him to continue.

“I care about both of you. I just don’t want this y/n, because when worse comes to worst I will have to choose, and then I will choose you and everything will go to shit. I am his captain, we have the same group of friends, we share multiple classes, hell, we share a whole apartment” Soobin sighs massaging his temples.

“Ok…Ok…Jesus” you give in.

“I promise; I won’t engage” you pout.

“Good,” Soobin says. “Please for once just…listen to me. Trust me, he’s not the type of guy to want a relationship right now.”

“Ok.” You sigh. “But this means you and your girlfriend will be stuck with me all summer then.”

Soobin looks up, confused at how easy it was to talk you out of it. He smiles at you sweetly and his eyes disappear into crescent moons as he does so. “I can’t wait to get mani-pedi’s.” He laughs sarcastically clapping his massive hands together cutely while visibly relaxing in his seat.

Suddenly your heart gets all soft at the sight of the giant baby in front of you. In a way he is right. He’s telling you all the things that you already knew. And the last thing you wanted was to hurt Soobin for some dumb crush you had on a college boy.

“Soobin is just the captain cause he’s the tallest” Yeonjun argues.

You giggle at his childish statement. You were at the park off-campus with some of your friends. Soobin had his arm draped around his girlfriend Mia’s shoulder while she leaned into him. They were disgustingly adorable. And every time they displayed a little too much PDA all of your friends would throw snacks at them.

Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai had also joined you on the picnic. You were sitting with your legs draped over Beomgyu’s so there would be enough space for everyone on the blanket you brought.

All of you munched on different types of snacks. And you tried your hardest to keep your distance from Yeonjun without making it obvious.

“Soobin hyung is the captain because he’s not as full of himself as you are” Taehyun said, making everyone but Yeonjun laugh.

He gave Taehyun the glare of death and pouted afterward to show playfulness. “I get no respect in this household” Yeonjun sighs as he throws an M&M at Tae’s head, which he dodged just in time.

Your heart did a jump at the sight of his pout and as if he could sense it, Yeonjun made eye contact with you.

He smirked, looking away when you did.

Mia looked at you, narrowing her eyes as she saw the way you two were stealing glances from each other like high school kids.

Mia was one of your closest friends whom you had introduced to Soobin in the first year. They started dating not long after they met. And from time to time you still remind them of the fact that if it weren’t for you, they’d be sad and lonely.

Mia knew you like the back of her hand, just like Soobin did. So keeping a secret from either of them was basically impossible. The two of them tend to gang up on you a lot. Even though you know It’s out of love and concern, it’s still really fucking annoying sometimes. Especially when it comes to your love life.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say getting up. Beomgyu reluctantly removed his arm from your leg and uses it as a supporting rod for you to get up.

You smile and thank him, which made Yeonjun narrow his eyes at the two of you, which Mia also noticed.

Soobin however was lost in deep conversation with Hueningkai about some Math problems he had.

Huening was a freshman, just like Tae, but since they were on the basketball team as well, they were all pretty close. And they helped each other out whenever they could.

You admired their friendship and were happy to call them your friends as well.

“I’ll come with you,” Mia says untangling her man's arms from her waist as she tries to get up, earning a sad pout from Soobin in return. “Come back soon,” he said sighing.

“Don’t be disgusting” Yeonjun and you say at the exact same time. Earning chuckles from everyone.

You look at each other surprised and laugh like the two of you were in your own world.

This time, Soobin noticed, and you try your best to avoid his gaze.

“You two are just bitter cause you’re single” Taehyun stated throwing his head back in evil laughter.

“Well so are you, so are all of you except for them so what’s your point exactly” Yeonjun bites back giving Taehyun a beaming smile while stuffing his face with a handful of the chocolates.

“Ehm, shall we?” Mia nudged you and you nodded as the boys’ bickering became background noise while you walked off together.

“Why do chicks always go to the bathroom together” Hueningkai questioned with genuine curiosity.

“So they can talk shit in private,” Beomgyu said wiggling his eyebrows.

As Mia and you walked further and further from your spot, Mia looks over her shoulder to determine if it’s a safe enough distance to start gossiping.

“Dude” she nudges you while speaking in a hushed tone.

“Why were you and Yeonjun literally eye-fucking each other in front of everyone.”

Your eyes grow wide and you turn around facing her. “Eye-fucking” you repeat her, suppressing a chuckle while trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“I think you’re seeing things.” You say shrugging.

“Am I y/n?” she looks at you with a stern expression, and this time you’ve had about enough.

You sigh in frustration as you open the door to the public bathroom entrance.

“Look, Soobin already gave me the ‘Yeonjun is a fuckboy so stay away’ lecture, I really don’t need to hear it again.”

“Soobin lectured you about not engaging with Yeonjun?” Mia says surprised.

You raise your eyebrows. “You didn’t know? I thought he told you everything.”

Mia sighs. “If you like him, who’s Soobin to tell you what to do with those feelings?”

Your jaw drops, in awe of the fact that she’s siding with you on this one. “But if he hurts you, I’ll break his ankles.” She says determined, with her psycho protective smile. Ah, there it is.

“Well. Soobin really gave me an ultimatum. He basically says that if things end badly, he would have to choose between us and that it’d ruin not only his friendship but the team’s teamwork and everything. I don’t want to have that on my conscience just because I’m lusting over Yeonjun.”

Mia nearly busted a lung laughing and you cocked your eyebrow at her in surprise. “What are you laughing about” you try to suppress a smile, amused by her sudden outburst.

“He. Is. So. Dramatic” she says still recovering from her laughing fit.

“He is?” you ask genuinely interested in her point of view.

“Yes, he is. Look I don’t want to be the one to push you into toxicity or anything but we know Yeonjun. He is sweet? And nice. And he has never given me an off vibe. I can tell he has eyes for you, the only problem is that a lot of girls have eyes for him too and that can become a problem. The issue is if YOU can handle that.” Mia fixes your hair while she speaks and you sigh.

She’s right. “But Soobin”

“Oh fuck Soobin, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Just live a little. What’s the worst that could happen.”

“Did you pee out the whole lake? That took forever.” Soobin states yanking Mia back into his lap.

“I missed you,” he says nuzzling his face in her neck.

“Ok, gross.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes.

“There was a line” you lie walking over to Yeonjun’s side, sitting down between him and Hueningkai this time. This action earned a look from Soobin, who was basically cursing at you with his eyes, all while Mia smiled at you knowingly. It also earned a look from Yeonjun, he looked at you surprised but content, and he gave you a sweet smile, his facial expression softened immediately when you nudged him playfully as you sat down next to him.

The whole afternoon was spent laughing and bickering. Listening to the boys’ none sense and Taehyun making snacks disappear and appear with his never-ending magic tricks. All while the six of you were busting your brains trying to solve Hueningkai’s mathematical equations for his engineering class.

Yeonjun inched closer to you from time to time. The both of you were in charge of the music that was blasting from your portable speaker. You compared your Spotify playlists and noticed how much you have in common with him music-wise. It was fun seeing Yeonjun becoming all passionate about his favourite artists, it certainly didn’t help the fact that you were trying to keep a distance from him. Cause his cute little mannerisms and the way he gets so engrossed in his storytelling made you fall for him even more. Face first to be exact.

From time to time you would feel Yeonjun’s gaze linger on you. He’d ‘accidentally’ brush his arm against yours or he would touch your thigh, asking you to pass him another can of soda.

It was a lot, but you couldn’t say you hated it.

“It’s getting late” Taehyun says getting up. “We need to prepare for the party tonight”

his statement earned hums, moans, and groans from everyone.

“Whose party?” you asked.

“Johnny. That senior from the photography major” Yeonjun answered, looking at you with a hopeful expression. “You’re coming right?”

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Dude this is a disaster,” you say rummaging through your clothes while you were on Facetime with Mia. “I don’t have anything to wear”

Mia rolled her eyes at you. “You trying to impress someone?” she said stuffing her face with seaweed chips.

You stare at her through the screen “Listen, you little shit. Just because you’re in a happy marriage doesn’t mean you get to be all sarcastic and judgy”

She snorted “Marriage!? Oh please. You’re just trying to impress Yeonjun and that’s fine. Just wear something that covers the least amount of skin, he’ll like it.”

“You’re a menace to society” you state, Mia shrugs at your choice of words and laughs. “But you’re right.” You give in grabbing a strappy lilac mini dress. “Then I guess this is contestant number one”

“Ooh, yes! Love that, wear that.” Mia enthusiastically exclaims giving you a thumbs up.

“Okay, that was a lot easier than I thought this was going to be, I’m gonna finish getting ready. You and Soobin are picking me up, right?”

“Yes, we are. Be ready at 11.”

“Alright, see you, bye”

“Bye.”

You throw your phone on your bed and hold the dress in front of your figure, looking at yourself in the mirror. You sigh, getting a rush of anxiety and butterflies in your stomach as you think of seeing Yeonjun again tonight.

Let’s see where this goes.

Chapter 2

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be-the-spark-flyboy · 4 years

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One Step Forward Two Steps Back

Call It What You Want (7/?)

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Pairing: Med student!Poe x reader

A/N: Poe needs to calm down in this one smh that gif is so fitting

Chapter Summary: Poe tries to talk to you, but you make his life infinitely more difficult since you’re still under the impression that he was still with his girlfriend

Warnings: swearing, dash of angst, everyone being dumb asses

Word count: 2.4k

You don’t remember the walk back to your place, your mind too occupied with the thoughts of what had just happened with Poe fucking Dameron. You kissed him. More like, he kissed you first but you still went with it, way too eagerly, head empty of any rational thoughts. He has a girlfriend. How could you forget that, if even for a moment? How could he forget that?

You used to be sure Poe wasn’t the type of person who would cheat on someone, but now, not so much. And the worst part? You enjoyed kissing him, so goddamn much. You should’ve pushed him away, should’ve stopped him before he kissed you. How could you be so reckless?

Before you know it, you’re walking up to your front door, too busy mentally kicking yourself, to notice the cardboard boxes lying around the floor. Your foot catches on one and you almost go tumbling down, but an arm shoots out to steady you before you could fall.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” A woman around your own age exclaims, her hand still firmly clamped on your arm as you wobble in surprise. She chuckles awkwardly, an easy smile settling on her face as she sticks a hand out to you. “I’m Rose Tico. I just moved in next door,” She tells you. Oh, your new neighbor. She seems nice, you think. You shake her hand, introducing yourself.

“You need any help moving in?” You offer, though you don’t really feel like putting yourself in a social situation. Thankfully, Rose declines. After a quick exchange of numbers, you rush into your home, hoping Jessika was already at home. You find her sitting cross-legged on the counter, happily munching on a muffin from your stress baking batch.

“Poe kissed me,” The words are out of your mouth before you could even think about how you were going to reveal the news, and the bite of muffin Jessika takes almost goes flying out of her mouth.

“WHAT?” She screeches, scampering down from the counter, crossing the room in record time before shaking you by the shoulders. “Woman! What? Is my ship finally sailing?”

“What? No!” You break away from her grip, grimacing. “He has a girlfriend, Jessika!” She makes a gagging sound at your protestations.

“But she is a bitch and everyone hates her,” Jessika states like its the most obvious thing in the world. You still have absolutely no idea what made everyone hate her so much. If anyone knew about it, you’re pretty sure that it would be Jessika. But would asking her about it mean that you care? That you’re admitting your feelings?

“Yeah well, that not the point. Kissing someone else is basically cheating, isn’t it?” You swing back to the problem at hand. What happens in their relationship isn’t any of your business, you decide.

“Well, yeah.” She shrugs. “Maybe you should talk to him about this. He might have an explanation for things, ya know? Poe just doesn’t seem like the type to be so careless about someone’s feelings,”

“Huh, since when are you an expert on Poe?” You ask her. It surprised you how Jessika could be so intuitive and heartfelt at times, so at odds with her usual carefree nature.

“I am an expert on everyone, honey,” she says, dramatically flipping her hair over her shoulders.

“Yeah, whatever,” You push past her, still not very convinced. “Oh, did you meet our new neighbor?”

“Rose?” She asks, going back to her muffin. “Yeah, I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“Not an expert on Rose?” You laughed.

“Not yet,” she tells you.

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“Just ask her, man!” Finn exclaims, sitting opposite Poe in a crowded coffee shop as his best friend nervously shuffles his phone from one hand to the other.

“Urgh, how do I even phrase it? Isn’t it weird if I just ask her out of the blue?” Poe asks.

“You’re thinking too much,” Finn crosses his arm, glaring at him. “Since when are you so afraid to talk to a girl?”

Finn hates seeing Poe like this, a complete mess and totally out of his element. He had been that way since you left in the hurry the previous day. And in the past almost 24 hours Finn has been the one to put up with all his whining. As much as Finn pities Poe, he also wants to strangle him just to get some peace and quiet.

“Since I fucked up and kissed her and now she probably thinks I’m an asshole who cheats on his girlfriend!” Poe whines.

“Dameron you’re such a fucking drama queen. Just text her!” Poe reluctantly punches in a few words before flipping his phone around for Finn to see.

“Is this okay? Too short? Too formal?”

“No its fine,” Finn reassures him. Finally, they were getting somewhere.

“What if I just- Hey! What the hell, Finn?” Poe shoots Finn a look of betrayal as the other man pressed send on the text before he could snatch back his phone.

“See! It’s done. Nothing to worry about,”

“Easy for you to say,” Poe mutters indignantly.

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Your phone buzzes in your pocket in the quiet corner of the library. You were looking for reference books for your latest project from hell which was sucking your soul. You pull your phone out of your pocket, welcoming the distraction.

Poe: Hey, it’s Poe. Are you free around 1 later? Do you want to join me for lunch? :)

Or not. Oh shit. You know Jessika told you to just talk to Poe. Communication is the best way to sort things out, but it’s always easier said than done isn’t it?

Does he want to talk about the events of the previous day? Is he going to tell you that he likes you and that was why he kissed you? But what if he apologizes for it and tells you that it was a mistake instead? You can’t decide which one would be worse.

You don’t want to have lunch with him. Just the thought of seeing him again makes your chest constrict in panic. But you can’t just leave him hanging, you have to reply. And you find yourself thinking for the millionth time, if only I hadn’t gotten so close to him.

Your fingers were dancing above the keypad, contemplating what excuse to give as another notification pops up on the top of your screen. And then another.

Ben: Bro, I need your help.

Ben: Pleeeeaaaassseee I’ll buy you lunch

You spend years getting lunch all alone most of the time and suddenly two boys are fighting for your attention on the same goddamn day. Fun.

It really isn’t a difficult decision to make. Your friend needs your help, so you gotta put that above some casual lunch right? Yeah, totally, you decide. It isn’t because you want to avoid Poe, not at all. You just have somewhere else to be.

And so you take the cowards way out.

You: Okay, where do I meet you?

Ben: Wow that was fast did I speak too soon about lunch?

You: NOPE you’re still buying

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“She hasn’t replied. Why hasn't she replied Finn?!” Poe’s fidgeting puts Finn on edge as he watches him pick up the phone and check the notifications, place it down, then pick it up to check the notification, again and again.

“Because you just texted her, Poe. Maybe she’s busy,” Finn takes a sip of his coffee, Poe’s cup already drained. Finn considers buying him another cup of coffee just to give him something else to do. But knowing his friend, he probably already had at least two this morning. He does not need more caffeine.

His phone buzzes again and Poe sweeps it up. “It’s not her...” he groans, looking at the screen with barely veiled disappointment.

“Okay, gimme that,” Finn snatches the device from his hand as Poe throws himself back into his seat, pouting like a five-year-old with his toys taken away. “You need patience dude, a lot of it,” Finn shakes his head at him.

Usually, Poe had plenty of patience. But not when it came to you apparently. He doesn’t regret kissing you at all, but maybe he moved too fast? He definitely should have talked to you first, or maybe asked you out first instead of just kissing you. Or told you that he broke up with Sarah. Yep that one, that’s the first thing he should’ve done.

The phone pings again and Poe almost flings himself over the table trying to snatch it from his friend’s hand. “Christ Poe, calm down! God!” Poe pays no mind, but his face falls the second he unlocks his phone.

“She said she can’t make it,” Poe deflates. “She’s meeting up with someone else for lunch. Finn, she’s avoiding me, right? She doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. How am I supposed to explain anything to her like this?” Poe goes on rambling for- Finn has lost count of the number of times he has heard it.

“You got anything lessons later?” Poe shakes his head, already starting to sulk in his seat again.

“Let’s go to that diner off-campus you like so much,” Finn suggests. That’ll cheer him up.

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“Jesus fucking Christ,” You curse, catching your cup before it tipped all the way spilling some of its contents on yourself in the process. A few heads turn your way in the diner but you pay no mind to it.

“That’s the second time I’m watching you spill something on yourself,” Ben clucks handing you tissues yet again.

“Shut up, Solo,” You snap at him, but take the tissues from him anyways, trying to blot the dampness from your sweatshirt.

“No no, I was right. You do need a nanny following you around cleaning up after you,” he sounds so monotonous but you just know he’s laughing at you.

“Oh, look at me I’m Ben Solo, I’m a med student and I need help to write a fucking essay!” You mock him in retaliation.

“Okay smartass, what about you help me instead of destroying more tables,” you flip him off as he pulls his laptop out of his bag and moves both your cups out of your reach.

“You’re mean, you know that?” You admonish him and not a second after the last word leaves your mouth, a heavy fabric hits you in the face.

You almost roll it back up and fling it back at him before he says, “Put it on, you’re going to be cold,” He had a point. Your half drenched sweatshirt wasn’t going to dry anytime soon. And the huge blot of brown didn’t exactly look great on your light grey sweatshirt.

“Thanks. You’re that mean,” you pronounce before draping it over your shoulders.

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“Rey could help,” Finn suggests, rubbing his hands together in efforts to gain some warmth in the cold weather.

“She definitely will not help, I ate the last cookie,” Poe answers dejectedly scuffing the heel of his boot on the sidewalk, hands buried deep inside his pocket as he drags his feet beside Finn.

“I’ll ask her for you,” Finn offers. There was only so much whining a man can take, at least this way he will be helping Poe, and himself. Two birds, one stone.

Poe pushes open the door to the diner, the sounds and the smell immediately lifting his rotten mood. The diner is relatively small, but the checkered tiles and the smell of greasy burgers never fail to make him smile.

The diner is crowded as usual, filled with the sound of loud conversations and cutlery clinking together. Poe hadn’t taken two steps in when his heart plunges straight into his stomach.

He sees you there, looking gorgeous as ever, laughing with your friend. A jacket, clearly not yours, around your shoulders as the two of you sat squeezed into the same side of the booth. You pay no mind to anything else, he’s too far for you to notice him there.

So that’s why you ran away after kissing him. Poe has this sinking feeling that he has been reading the situation all wrong. You never did like him. It was Ben all along. And last night the kiss must have been a heat of the moment thing, not because you actually liked him. That was why you have been avoiding him since. Because you feel guilty.

It all makes sense now. He never should’ve kissed you.

Finn walks right into Poe, frozen in place. “The hell, man?” He slaps him on the shoulder. The actions seem to startle Poe out of his trance. He turns on his heel and storms off, not bothering to wait for Finn to catch up with him.

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“She ditched me for Ben Solo,” Poe was positively fuming. “For Ben fucking Solo. Of all people Finn! Ben Solo,” he exclaims. Rey sits cross-legged on the sofa beside Finn, watching her friend slowly lose his mind. Clearly, the problem is Ben Solo related. Again. She has no idea what happened this time, but something tells her, now is not the best time to ask Poe about it. She could just ask Finn later.

“Calm down you’re gonna summon him or something,” Finn says looking for lunch to order, watching Poe pace. Clearly, lunch was the last thing on his mind, but Finn was hungry.

“Calm down? Ben Solo, Finn!” Poe exclaims.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Finn mutters under his breath.

“I need to take a walk. Come on Beebs,” The corgi happily jumps up from its perch on the sofa at the sound of the keys jiggling, following Poe hot on his heels.

“Oh my god, he’s gone crazy,” Finn mutters again, watching Poe walk out, almost slamming the door behind him.

“What was it this time?” Rey asks and Finn sighs heavily before explaining in great detail the events of the day.

“It could be a misunderstanding and maybe they are just friends. But given what happened last time, I don’t really blame Poe for assuming otherwise. Rey, you gotta talk to her. It already a big mess, we need to help,” He concludes, sprawled across the couch, his head resting on Rey’s lap as she thoughtfully munched on an apple.

“Okay, I’ll help him this time,” she nods slowly. “But I still don’t forgive him for eating the last cookie. It was supposed to be mine,” She huffs.

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only took me about 8 years to complete this haha (more like 2 months but you get it) this is the longest fic I have written so far (over 6K what it do baby!!) I hope you like it!

Shawn silently shuts the door to her room after making sure she’s safely fallen asleep, well fed and high on “wormies” (Stomach worm medicines. Zahra Ameen shortens things as she likes to, and you are expected to accept that.) He hadn’t bothered a lot with his phone since he got here, so when he pulls out his phone to finally check it, he’s not surprised to see the flood of notifications. The only people who really needed to know where he was were his mom, Zahra, and Zachary, his roommate. “Zach” for short, “whiteboy supreme” for Zahra.

His fingers danced across the screen typing back replies to each of his project partners for their assignments due in the following weeks. She really couldn’t have chosen a worse time to fall sick because their mid terms were around the corner, a truck load of assignments lined up for both of them, and he’s thinking of ways he can probably do some of her stuff so she has lesser work to get back to when she recovers. Recovers, he thinks to himself as his mom’s words ring through his head. “She has a bug, baby, she’s not diseased, and she’s a strong girl and I need you to be a strong boy right now.” He silently huffs to himself because what does his mom know anyway? (everything.) He decides to quickly dash out and grab his laptop and notes over to her room so he can stay with her and work at the same time.

He shoots her roommate a text about going back to his dorm and runs out. Back in their room, Zach silently watches Shawn pack his things like he’s preparing for exile. His laptop, chargers, notes for 3 different courses, his nighttime face cream, a towel, a power bank, a sanitiser is tossed in and he’s pretty sure he sees a his family photo thrown in somewhere.

“Got everything you need, Shawnie?” Zach walks over and throws his arms around him from the back, clutching him tight. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Shawn lets out a yelp as Zach becomes dead weight on him, forcing him to fall face first onto the bed, both now laying flat on what once was a pile of Shawn’s belongings. “Zach you know I can’t pack with you playing dead ON me, right? Move, jackass.”

Zach rolls over, propping his head up on one hand and continues to observe him, “you know I’ve noticed a few things about you, these days, Shawnie. And in my expert opinion I would like to diagnose you with a serious case of unrequited love, the subject in case being a girl currently diseased and lying in her bed high on wormies while you pack to move in with her-”

“I’m not moving in with her-”

“Interrupting is bad manners, you know? As I was saying, you are packing to move in with her, and I highly doubt she feels the exact same way about you, bro.”

“Okay, Zach. Get to the point, what do you mean, here?”

“See, I just don’t see her doing the same for you! If it weren’t for her staying over with you for your regularly scheduled, uh, activities, I would say that she wouldn’t come over at all! It’s always you going to her! Don’t you see that? It’s one sided!”

Shawn was still staring at him with a blank expression, still not sure where this whole conversation was going. “Zach, I need you to try and make more sense. I know it’s hard, but please.”

“Shawn, Zahra only has to breathe in your direction for you to be all heart eyes for her, like someone just says her name and you start blushing,” and unfortunately for him, he did start blushing again, “SEE? Shawn, full offense, I think you’re whipped trash and she’s just - not. I don’t think she feels as much as you do, and it’s really cute that you want to wait hand and foot on her, but it’s not reciprocated!”

Shawn looks away, unsure of how to tell him that it is, in fact reciprocated. They had talked their feelings out when they went home for winter break, made love till they couldn’t anymore and then talked some more and fucked some more. It was taken care of, Zahra Ameen was in love with him, too and they weren’t even dating yet.

“It is, actually,” Shawn starts.

“It’s what?”

“Reciprocated.”

“Did she tell you that?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“When we we went back home.”

“She told you she likes you?”

“She told me she loves me.”

“She told you she loves you?”

“Yes.”

Both of them took a moment to just look at each other, Zach getting pensive, until he flung a deodorant at him. “She told you she loves you A MONTH ago and you didn’t tell me?”

Shawn ducks just in time, the bottle landing somewhere behind him. “We’re barely learning to say it ourselves, Zach, it’s not exactly meant to be advertised right now,” he was exasperated, he’d been through the same cycle with his friends before, as had she with hers. People didn’t understand their dynamic, and they didn’t expect them to. They’d grown from being close to closer at their own pace and all while being exclusive without even trying, they were good at being them and there wasn’t ever a time they needed validation from anyone else. “And even if we did you guys would start grilling us for not dating and being in love, why am I meant to-”

“Hey, hey Shawnie listen,” Zach steadies him by holding his shoulders down, “I’m happy for you, bro, if you’re happy with her then I’m happy too, I was only worried because you were all in, you know? And I don’t want to see you get hurt man, you know what I was like after Rachel last year.”

“You saw Rachel for 3 days and decided you were in love with her without talking to her and she’d had a boyfriend for months before that, Zach I’m not sure how that counts as heartbreak…”

“What are you? The heartbreak police? I’m telling you, I was in a one sided relationship-”

“It was NOT a relationship, Za-”

“What did I tell you about not policing me, Shawn? Now, glad we decided to have this conversation, I’m glad both of you are equally whipped for each other, you need to pack up and get to her dorm before she wakes up or else - I don’t know man I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Shawn snickers lightly, taking in how Zach was actually disturbed at the thought of Zahra screaming at him for messing around with her a few weeks ago. Shawn and Zahra had a few ground rules. One of them being they never left the other sleeping in bed without telling them where they went - this way they never had to wake up alone, wondering where the other went. Waking up alone after not going to sleep alone was one of Zahra’s deepest fears, and she’d had a hard time communicating that to absolutely everyone except Shawn. She’d rambled on and on about the why and how before he simply said, “Don’t leave you alone in bed. Got it.” And so, a few weeks ago when Shawn went to shower and Zahra woke up without him, Zach told her he left for the day and didn’t want to wake her up. She was a second away from crying when Shawn came out of the shower and kissed her good morning. That was when she physically launched herself at Zach for making her believe he truly left her after she told him not to.

Goes without saying that Zach had been afraid of messing with her, avoided her for a week straight right after the incident and promptly left the flat as soon as she came over all other times. Zach still grumbled as Shawn continued packing proceeding to catching him in a headlock and pressing down on the visible hickey she must’ve left on him the last time she came over. Shawn pushed him away whining about “how many times have I told you not to do that, you absolute fuck?” and received a loud, “if you’re so sensitive why don’t you ask her not to?”

And we all know that would never happen.

Another 10 minutes and Shawn had taken everything he thought he would need, Zach still not leaving his side.

“You got your dorm pass?”

“Yes”

“Library card?”

“Yes”

“Vitamins?”

“Yes”

“Condoms?”

“Ye- why would I need those? Are you out of-”

“You’re going to see the one person I know who loves the deed more that you do, just figured you need them at hand.”

“She’s practically an invalid right now, get your mind out of the gutter, Zachary”

“Hey I’m just saying I can’t take the responsibility of being a godfather anytime soon, bud.”

“Good thing you won’t be one, then.” Shawn pulled out his phone to check if she had woken up and texted him after seeing the sticky note he left on her bedside, but his heart stuttered a bit seeing her last texts to him.

Babiest to shawny boy : (3:11 pm): feeling icky tbh but i had a rly cute guy come over to nurse me back to life

Babiest : (3:11 pm): he is the greatest souper on the world

Babiest : (3:11 pm): soup maker?

Babiest : (3:11 pm): might just fuck around and wife him up while you’re not watching. Love u

Did anyone go over to her’s while he wasn’t there? Not to brag, but he’s makes the sickest soups he knows, how could someone except his mom and her mom possibly come close to the absolute delicacy that is his world famous noodle soup? Why would she want to wife- I mean, be with someone else when he exists? And they exchanged the L word pretty recently, too, or did she not mean it? Why would she say it if she did not mean it? And if he’s honest, she does deserve the world, and he’s willing and ready to give it to her but if she wants it from someone else, who was he to stop her? He would wish it was him though. It always felt like it was.

He continued staring at the texts till Zach snapped him out of it, and he blinked away tears he didn’t know he had. “Hey, can you read these?”

He handed his phone over and continued pacing around the room, constantly running running his hands through his hair, biting his nails, just to have an outlet. Zach bit his lip reading the texts, unsure of how to respond. He wasn’t there when this went down, how was he to know if she was talking about Shawn or someone else?

“Bro, do you think there’s someone else?”

“I don’t know, I think…,” Shawn looked away, not wanting to cry when he doesn’t know anything for sure and definitely not wanting to do it in front of Zach because he was the easiest crier he knew. One person composing themselves is better than two of them losing it. The energy in the room had shifted in the matter of seconds. The airy, playful banter was gone as quick as it came, signs of possible heartache hanging over both of their heads now. Their friendship worked in funny ways, sometimes. Zach took on responsibility as quick as he could, and Shawn could let go of his voice of reason for Zach’s sake at any given point. If what both of them were thinking did turn out to be true, it would be the first time Shawn would have to wear his heart on his sleeve rather than the other way around.

“You can say whatever you want, you know that Shawny,” he sighed, looking back down at the texts. “We don’t judge around here…”

Shawn didn’t face him for a bit. He couldn’t and he didn’t want to. He continued crossing the length of his room while Zach resumed his spot on the bed, watching him intently. A few more rounds and he came to halt abruptly in front of him, eyes red from not crying, it’s a thing that happened to him. He let out a sounded that felt something like the air was choked out of him and he’d been punched in the gut.

“She told me she loved me, Zach.” And Zach started crying, and Shawn was about to join in until his ring tone cut them off.

It was Zahra calling.

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Zahra sighed for the third time in 5 minutes, she was having a hard time finding relevant information for Shawn’s next research paper. Her eyes were strained now and the pads of her fingers felt scratched into after working on her laptop’s touch pad for so long. Her hands uncovered her face and lay flat on the table in front of her as she leaned forward to stare at the screen as if that would make things fall in place together. She felt a finger link with her pinky, a soft, tired smile growing on her face as his thumb ran across the back of her hand. Shawn had a few nervous ticks, the easiest to ground him was through physical contact, easier so when she was around. Zahra flipped her hand over slowly, letting his fingers intertwine with hers, seeing him furrow his eyebrows over a particularly hard piece of writing and thinking of how quick the library matron would shoo them out of there if she just leaned over and gave him a few kisses, not many, just a few. She spared a glance around the relatively empty section they had found, and decided that loving on her boy for a bit was more important at the moment than having a secluded working environment.

She leaned closer, pulling him in by the side of his face to pepper kisses across his temple down to his cheeks. She felt his cheeks grow into a smile under her lips, a soft, “I’m trying to concentrate, baby,” coming through. “You work too hard,” she mumbled, finally pulling his face her way and kissing him for real. He reacted naturally, pressing down on her chin so she’d let him kiss her as he pleased, rubbing his thumb across her cheeks now.

It was her turn to smile as she felt his tongue pad across her lower lip, pulling away slightly to brush his nose against hers. Another Shawn and Zahra thing. She leaned back in, mirroring Shawn’s actions and swiping her tongue against his lip softly, keening as she heard him hum softly. He caught her chin again, but to lightly pull away this time.

“Control yourself, Ms. Ameen, we’re still in the library and your membership could be revoked if someone caught you engaging in such a lewd act,” he grinned lightly, pecking her one last time before getting back to work.

“Lewd act? Really? As if this is the worst we’ve ever done,” he tries to shush her but she continues anyway, “Remember when we went behind the bleachers after your game last ye-”

“Shut up, Zahra, honestly,” it was his turn to blush furiously, “don’t you have a paper to finish?”

“Your paper, you mean?” She rolls her eyes at him and he’s endeared to no end, really. As she slips her hand back into his, laying her flat on the desk before her presumably to take a break, his heart feels slight pangs that turn to jabs till he thinks he probably cannot breathe anymore. The day he read the texts, he went over to her house anyway, and there’s a lot of things Shawn Mendes was capable of but staying away from Zahra Ameen was not one of them. So he’d gone over, hugged her and kissed her like he always did and promptly ignored her when she giddily asked him if he got her texts.

Her face fell when he chose not to answer her, and she’s not used to not getting a reply from him so she pressed a bit more till he brought in the remaining soup for her to finish and go back to sleep. He knew they were coming to an end, sooner than he expected, and he actually didn’t expect this at all. An unfortunate part of him believed they were it, they were endgame, they were each other’s “ult faves” as Zahra said. All good things come to an end, though, and as much as he wished it was him and her at the end, he couldn’t dream if holding her back from anything. Maybe a better love was in store for her, and the least he could do was let her have it, the most he could do was hold onto whatever they had until she told him the truth.

He didn’t stop with the hand holding or the kisses or the I love you’s, and to his misery neither did she. If anything she became softer around him, killing him inside all while holding his hand. He thought it was just a way to make the blow softer, whenever the blow eventually comes.

And now a week later as she held his hand under a desk in their university library, he wishes he had tried talking to her about it on the same day. It would spare him the pain of holding her hand and thinking it’s the last time he’ll ever get to do so, it was exhausting to constantly think of each time as their last.

He looked up from their hands to see Amisha walking over, nudging Zahra to sit up and greet her classmate. She rubbed at her eyes, reminding him to get the mock papers he was supposed to refer to while writing his own. Shawn pulled away, grateful for the distance all of a sudden as he saw her get out of her seat for the first time in over 2 hours, hugging Amisha and catching up softly, keeping their voices to a whisper.

He thumbed through the piles of papers available to him, picking out a few randomly and signing in his name on the counter. At times he was grateful Zahra forced him to get a library card and then forced him to study with her endlessly because he had grown to love the place. As he walked back his tennis shoes made a light thwack sound against the marble of the surprisingly dead room, focusing back on Zahra.

Amisha and Zahra had lots in common. They picked the same Majors, same Minors, happened to be the only two second year’s on the debate team and shared their heritage being two of the many Indian girls on campus. Amisha had also learned of how much Zahra loved their campus library, and made sure to her rounds each time she came in in hopes of running into her.

Zahra spoke animatedly about falling sick the previous week and as Amisha asked her if she’d started working on her own research papers due soon. “I have! I promise, just let me finish my boyfriend’s and I’ll get back to mine for reals,” the answer would’ve gone on for longer had they not heard a pile of something fall behind them, disturbing the silence around them.

Shawn’s heart was in his mouth and his hands shook even after the papers slipped through. Boyfriend? Things had gotten to a point of Zahra having a boyfriend and she still let him kiss her?

“You okay, Bub?” Zahra rushed over, helping him get his precious mocks into one pile again and raising her brow when he didn’t reply, just stared at her dumbly. “Shawn?”

“Hey um, we have class beginning in 10 and the walk is usually takes us 15 so…” Zahra looked back at Amisha who looked ready to break into a sprint if she said the word.

She nodded to the door and Amisha took the signal and left with her bookbag as Zahra frantically packed her own stuff, starting to throw instructions at Shawn for his remaining assignments, things like “I’ll email you the final design by tonight” and “we’ll finish your report writing by tomorrow” and “I’ll see how your business prof doesn’t give you the highest grade after seeing the model we’re working on, babe.”

dontcrydontcrydontcry he chanted in his mind, still not sure of what to tell her or how to react, the jabs felt in his heart again. She finally turned to him, cupping both his cheeks and pressing one long kiss to his lips, enough for him to make it through the day usually but right now, it didn’t feel like he’d make it through the next minute.

“We’re gonna crush this sem, baby,” she grinned, her eyes sparkling before she turned around and ran out after Amisha. He wasn’t sure if it was her leaving or the wind just not finding place in his lungs but his poor heart and his poor mind were barely hanging on by a thread. Thoughts of her consumed him within a second of her leaving, and his sanity seemed further and further away. He was used to feeling weak in the knees around her, but not so much in her absence.

_____________

Zach pulled his backpack up higher on his shoulder as he waited for his group to join him at the campus cafe he’d been waiting at for the past 10 minutes. His mind was working overtime as he didn’t know how he’d face Zahra while he knew how bad Shawn was taking the hit of their relationship. He hated the image of Shawn walking home with red rimmed eyes for the second time in the same week after he knew he met Zahra at the library. He didn’t have the heart to ask him the reason why because he already knew.

Which is what brings him here, because he shared 2 classes with Zahra, and Shawn doesn’t. Zach was already nervous around her because she was at the top of most of her classes anyway, and she was in group project for this particular one. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to act like everything was fine between them, or between her and Shawn. From what he gathered from Shawn, she acted like everything was fuckin’ dandy. A part of him wanted to call her out, hurt her for hurting his best friend but a bigger part of him knew how that would affect Shawn. To him Zahra had hung the moon, and Zach would comply for his sake. Seeing her walk towards him with the rest of their group, he took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes, as if he was preparing for attack. He didn’t gain second place in his school’s acting competition to never put his skills to use. If she could pretend, he could pretend, too.

___________

He couldn’t pretend for the life of him. It had been two hours and all he did was stare at her with a blank expression, he would give mono-syllabic answers each time someone asked for his inputs and he could see her grow uncomfortable under his stare over time. They had their books and papers piled onto the table along with their coffees and snacks, he couldn’t even finish half of his iced coffee and Zach loved iced coffee.

In his mind he played a dramatic scene where he stood up and screamed “How could you?!” in her face before throwing all their books off the table and saying something more like “You should be ashamed of yourself, Zahra Ameen,” or “How do you sleep at night knowing you’re a cheater?” and storming out of the cafe but a) Zach had social anxiety and therefore hated being the centre of attention and b) their notes were expensive and he wasn’t about to throw them to the floor anytime soon. And he would very much like to not be banned from the only cafe they have on campus, thank you very much.

So all that was left for him to do was stare, and hope to God that it was enough for her to own up to what she did. She was in the middle of showing the group designs she had worked on in the past, trying to gain inspirations for their coming submission and he visibly winced as he recognised two of those as work she’d done for Shawn in the past. She accidentally picked up the mug next to her own and took a sip, nearly spitting it out and saying the most pained, “Is that peppermint hot chocolate?” The group all burst into laughter as her distaste for the poor drink just grew bigger. “Why are you guys laughing? It’s genuinely the worst thing ever!! What kind of sociopath drank good ol’ hot chocolate and thought, hmm, how can I make the best thing in the world taste bad?”

“It’s not even bad, it’s like the upgraded version of hot chocolate, Zahra, you just don’t have taste,” the girl next to her giggled.

“God, you sound exactly like my boyfriend, you guys should start a cult,” she rolled her eyes, “And as much as I don’t support this agenda, he loves this disgraced drink from the place on 21st, if you ever want to try it out.”

Zach looked like he’d seen a ghost. He looked like the life had been sucked out of him. His heart clenched and his hands shook. If this is how I’m feeling then what on earth is Shawn going through? He continues staring at her for just a second longer, mumbling the tiniest, lowest, “How could you, Zahra?” before he rushes to stuff his things into his bag, the group looking at him in his confusion.

“Are you okay?” Of course she had to be the one to ask him that, that’s just how great his life is.

“No - I mean, I have somewhere to be, bye,” and then he’s dashing out the door. He runs and runs, doesn’t stop until he reaches their dorm and barges inside their house. A few stray tears may or may not have fallen out in his state of frustration, and he sees Shawn by his desk and runs over and wraps his arms around him in the tightest hug he could muster.

“I’m sorry, Shawn I’m so, so sorry you don’t deserve this,” he cries into his shoulder, “You deserve everything, bro, you deserve the world..”

Shawn was used to Zach crying at the smallest of things, he was an easy crier, that one. And yet he had never truly heard wails so heartbroken come from him, not even when Shawn made Zach watch The Notebook with him for the first time. He wraps his arms around Zach, trying to comfort him but to no avail, his cries growing deeper by the second. Shawn himself was spent, the past few days having taken a swing at his health, and this was the second day he had avoided the mirror. It was embarrassing how much he had let a girl affect him but if he was being honest, he knew she was anything but.

He shushed Zach again, now rubbing his back, telling him he couldn’t fix whatever it was that made him so sad if he didn’t talk to him at all.

“It’s her, it’s Zahra she’s- she,” he could barely talk through his hiccups and Shawn’s heart broke at the mention of her all over again. He coaxed Zach into speaking more, “She does have a boyfriend, Shawn, she said it today, she said it in front of me like, she said her boyfriend loves some hot chocolate from the 21st street place and she - she knew I was right there in front of her, and she said it so easy, like she doesn’t even care, and why aren’t you saying anything?!”

What can I possibly say, he thought.

“It’s okay, buddy, she’s with someone else, that’s not the end of the world, is it?” he smiled weakly. It was though, he felt like his world was seconds away from burning every time he thought of her.

“But she’s - you - you love her, Shawn, and you’ve never loved like this before,” Zach cried out.

“I need you to calm down, first, Zachary,” he let out a dry laugh, ignoring his best friend’s protests, “She’s allowed to love someone else, buddy, I guess it wasn’t so requited after all… and if she’s happy with someone else… then I’m happy for her, I can’t be angry because she doesn’t love me back, that’s not fair on her or on me,” he sniffled a bit, looking away and ignoring the burn in his eyes, “I guess - I mean, I’ll always wish it was me and her at the end, you know? But you can’t fight for everything, that’s not how love works, it works when you’re at peace, and maybe I’m not at peace today or tomorrow but some day I will be…”

Zach watches his best friend struggle with his words, his emotions and mostly his love that he can’t contain no matter how much he tries. He can’t help but mumble back to him, “Shawn I know we’ve always been against physically abusing women but you remember Riya from freshman year? She won the Inter College women on women boxing championship this year, I can get her to rough Zahr-”

Shawn lets out the first laugh Zach has heard in days, smiling despite himself. “That won’t be necessary, we’re not sending someone to beat up the girl I still love.”

Shawn goes to get Zach some water now that he has finally calmed down with the crying and is now settling himself onto his bed when he hears a series of knocks on the door, a chill running down his spine when he realises only one person knew that pattern. Zach goes over to open the door before he can stop him.

His face contorts almost immediately upon seeing Zahra, defence mode kicking in automatically.

“Are you okay?” She starts, “You ran out of there like-”

“Shawn’s not here if you’re looking for him,” he snipes.

“Where is he?”

“He has a class right now.”

“Which one?”

“Integrated uh, Marketing.”

“Nice try, he had that class yesterday,” she shoves past him, entering their dorm and finding Shawn looking like a wounded puppy in the kitchen area. “Hi…” she says softly, careful to approach him. “You didn’t answer my calls or texts so I thought I’d come over to-“

“Now’s really not the time, Zahra, you should go,” he’d never asked her to leave, ever. And his heart broke as he saw her pretty face fall, the dull jabs in his heart making a return.

“Oh, um,” she tried to find the correct thing to say to him, unsure of what she’d done wrong, “Is - are you okay? Is something wrong?”

“He said he doesn’t want to see you right now, Ameen,” Zach spits, moving to stand between the two of them, blocking Shawn protectively.

Zahra’s heart fell to her stomach as she tried to remember what she could’ve done so bad that the whiteboy had to step in.

“Okay, um, I’ll just leave this here then,” she put down the takeaway glass of peppermint hot chocolate that none of the boys had noticed till now, “Please drink it before it runs cold… and um, please call me?”

“You really have guts, huh,” Zach speaks up again, ignoring Shawn trying to hold him back. He sizes up Zahra, stepping closer to intimidate her, “You want to fool around with god knows who and still come around for him? I don’t know what made you think that this was ever okay-” but before he can complete himself Shawn puts a hand to his chest, pushing him away from her.

“Remember what we said about scaring girls, Zachary,” Shawn keeps his voice low, “Let me handle this, please.”

Zach scoffs before heading to his room and slamming the door shut, and Shawn runs his hand down his face, preparing himself for the worse of this heartbreak.

“Can you just tell me what’s going on? I have no idea-“

“When were you going to tell me?” It was Shawn’s turn to be mad.

“About what?” Her confusion only grew by the second, both boys talking in riddles.

“About you fucking someone else, Zahra, about you having a boyfriend.”

“I’m not fu- I have only been with you, Shawn.”

“See? That’s what you want me to believe? Zahra, I loved you, I gave you everything I had, and it wasn’t enough for you I get it, there’s better guys out there, and,” he sighs in annoyance, blinking his tears away for the fifth time in a day, mad at himself for being so emotional, for loving her so much his voice coming out in whimpers, “the least you could’ve done was tell me, baby, I would’ve let you go the second you said you wanted out, what did I do to deserve this?”

Zahra’s eyes pricked with tears as she saw him struggle to get the words out, tears streaming down his face. She moved closer to him to wipe them away but he just moved further away from her again, not willing for her to help.

“Baba, I don’t know what you’re talking about I - I haven’t, I don’t want anyone but you - I really don’t know what you’re talking about, how am I supposed to give you an answer?” She croaked out, throat going dry at the thought of him hurting because of her.

“So you still want to act like you don’t know? Fine, I’ll tell you.” She winced as his voice grew louder, she’d never seen him like this before. “That day at the library? When you told Amisha you were there with your boyfriend? And when I came over to your house when you were sick and god, Zahra I made you soup from scratch and you had the audacity to say you had some boy come over to take care of you and you wanted to wife them up? Like what the fuck was that about? But I let it slide because I loved you Zahra, you’re my best friend the least you could’ve done was lessen the blow - oh and today? When you told your group including Zach about this boy of yours? Do you need more reminders? You’re one to talk about people who cheat but look at you now, huh? Or do you not count this as cheating because, in your words we’re not even dating, are we?”

It falls into place in her head before she can form words to get it out. He had it all so, so wrong. It hurt her that he bottled up his feelings so much that he thought she realistically liked someone who wasn’t him.

“Shawn,” she started calmly, “that day at the library, whose project was I working on?”

“How does it matter?” He scoffs, turning away from her again.

“It does, please, whose project was I working on?”

“Mine? But who el-”

“And today with Zach, I told them about the peppermint hot chocolate from the place at 21st… who took me there for the first time?”

“That fucking boyfriend of yours? How am I supposed to know?”

“You did,” she whispered, “and in that cup behind you is peppermint hot chocolate, because you’re the only person I know who loves it so much.” She wipes her tears away, moving to hand him the cup. “I told you it would run cold.”

He had visibly calmed down, trying to take in what she was trying to tell him. “What about the day I came over when you were sick?”

“You’re the only one who would bring the soup and take care of me. You’ve always been the only one.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn’t think I’d need to, to be honest. After coming back to college this time, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place, you know? Like we had fallen into place. I know it’s not something I’d discussed this with you, but I only love you, you know? How could I ever want someone else?”

He looked down in shame, thinking of the mess he’d created. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

“About what?”

“Being your boyfriend?”

She wiped her nose, laughing out fully before looking him in the eyes and lowering herself on one knee. “If that’s where we’re still at,” she grins at him, “Shawn Mendes, will you be my only boyfriend?”

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handswritteeen · 4 years

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me or them? - oikawa toru

oikawa x reader

warnings: a sprinkle of angst and cliche fluff (and lil’ bit of cursing)

word count: 2,251

note: iwaizumi, hanamaki, and matsukawa act like ur big bros. enjoy~

You showed up at his door. Soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter. Now, you are a strong, independent woman. However, you were also pure human. With emotions and actions. And sometimes those things can lead you into other things.

Which, of course, can lead to bigger situations and problems in the first place. Being the Oikawa Tooru’s significant other is sometimes hard. You never really thought that being in a relationship would be that hard either, especially with someone like Oikawa. Surprise, surprise, he asked you out, if you were wondering.

To be honest, you were just another person in all of his classes, he piqued your interests every once in a while, but nothing serious. Oikawa saw you differently from the others. Ever since Oikawa started to notice you more often around Aoba Johsai and his classes, he would try to strike up a conversation, even acting a little bold and flirting a bit. And it worked. He asked you out, and boom - you guys were dating. The only thing was, is that all the sane people knew a certain group of people wouldn’t take this well: Oikawa’s fangirls. That was a problem. Which is why you came soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter at his humble doorstep.

“Y/N-chan! What happened to you?” Oikawa asked, ushering you inside with your belongings.

“Oh, you know, just hanging around. And then boom! Out of nowhere, I get wet, hurt, and get turned into a disco ball!” You said sarcastically.

“Really?” Oikawa inquired, quirking his head to the side a bit.

“NO OIKAWA-SAN. YOUR STUPID FANGIRLS AMBUSHED ME ON MY WAY HOME.” You shouted frustratedly.

“Huh? Really? They would never do that though! They all love you!” Oikawa says.

“Love me?! Are you insane, Oikawa? They all want to be with you, so they’ll do anything to have my spot! Hell, I bet they would even kill me!” You contradicted.

“Oh, my god - Y/N you’re overreacting. I’ll even ask them when we get back to school!” Oikawa said as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’d like to see you try to get the truth out of them,” You sighed. “Now I’m going to have to get rid of all this.” You gestured to yourself.

You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, occasionally grumbling under your breath.

“I cannot believe he thinks his fangirls would never do this. What does he expect?” You sighed.

You changed and walked to the couch, Oikawa doing his homework in the kitchen. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. “You already finished your work, Y/N-chan?” Oikawa asked, looking up from his laptop.

“Hm, yeah. Just a while ago,” You grumbled. “I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, I have to get up early tomorrow anyway.”

“What? You don’t wanna sleep with me?” Oikawa whined.

“Sleep with you?! Oikawa-san, no-”

“I-I’m sorry,” You stuttered, a blush starting to form on your cheeks. “What?”

Oikawa stared at you, thinking back to what he just said. He turned to look at you, red-faced.

“U-um, not like that Y/N-chan!” He panicked, scratching the back of his neck. “But you know, in bed, next to me…YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.”

You sighed, “I’m gonna be late if I stay with you tonight anyway. I’ll just head home, see you tomorrow.” You grabbed your backpack which held your dirty clothes and walked yourself out the door.

“Wait! Y/N-chan! I’ll take you home!”

“Oikawa-san, I’m fine. Finish your work, I said I’ll see you tomorrow.” You responded coldly.

Oikawa looked at the now-closed door with a frown on his face. He didn’t know why you were acting this way, assuming that you were just moody, that’s all.

...

“Iwa-chan! Wait up!” Oikawa shouted. It was the next day in the early morning. Oikawa couldn’t get his mind off of you because of last night’s incident. “Did you finish the reading assignment? It was so hard~”

“Of course I did, Trashikawa. Who do you think I am?!” Iwaizumi said, punching Oikawa on the shoulder in the process of doing so.

“Ouch, Iwa-chan! That hurt!” Oikawa wailed. “You’re so mean.”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi went to their designated homerooms, meeting Matsukawa and Hanamaki in the hallways.

“Did you talk to Y/N-chan last night?” Hanamaki whispered.

“Yeah, she isn’t happy. Check up on her at lunch?” Matsukawa whispered back. Hanamaki nodded and nudged Matsukawa’s elbow a bit harshly, and gestured over to Oikawa and Iwaizumi, who was coming towards them.

“G’ morning guys,” Iwaizumi nodded.

“What were you guys talking about?” Oikawa asked, eyeing them down.

“Uh, nothing important,” Hanamaki responded, scratching the back of his neck.

“Just some things about the next game. I mean, we’re going against Shiratorizawa again. Lots of things can change in a short amount of time, you know?” Matsukawa said.

“Really? You guys are worried about that? We’ll smash them to the ground this time!” Oikawa exclaimed. As Oikawa and Matsukawa were talking about the next match, Iwaizumi dragged Hanamaki a little bit away from them.

“What the heck were you guys talking about? You obviously don’t want Trashikawa to know, so you know I have to-”

“Well, long story short, it’s about Y/N,” Hanamaki confessed, lowkey terrified of Iwaizumi’s rage. “We saw her on our way home, she was crying. Not only that, but she was covered in water, bruises, and glitter. Apparently, Oikawa’s fangirls attacked her right after she went home from club. She told us that she was heading over to his house anyway, so we walked her there. Then, she texted Matsukawa and told us that Oikawa didn’t believe that his fangirls attacked her, so she left and went back to her house. She’s not happy.”

“Why wouldn’t Loserkawa believe his own girlfriend?! He’s such a dumbass, I will punch him into an abyss right now-”

“She told us that Oikawa said that he was going to talk to his fangirls about it. But we all know that they’re just gonna play him. See - look,” Hanamaki looked at Matsukawa, who was now slowly inching over to him and Iwaizumi, trying to avoid the crowd of fangirls who managed to spot Oikawa upon entering the school.

“Oh, Oikawa-san, you look so handsome today~” “Ladies, you’re just as beautiful as my level of handsome~” “Ah! Oikawa-san, we’ll be looking for your game this week~” “I’m always so grateful you girls come to only support me~”

“How does he not cringe-” “Maki, that man is a man somehow. That’s why.”

“Oh, I have something to ask you girls, though,” Oikawa piqued. “Did any of you do something to Y/N-chan last night?” He said, with a bit of a cold edge to his voice.

The girls quickly all glanced at each other, some of them even whispering in the back of the group.

“U-uh, no, not at all, Oikawa-san!” One mustered up.

“Ah, really! I knew I could trust all of you! Well, for that, I’d like to thank you for respecting our relationship!” Oikawa seemed to suddenly brighten up in this very moment; Iwaizumi groaned and facepalmed himself as Hanamaki and Matsukawa sighed in defeat.

“How can he be this stupid out of the court-” …

“Did you guys end up talking with Y/N at all? She literally looked like a depressed potato all day today.” Hanamaki said, finding himself walking alongside Matsukawa and Iwaizumi.

“She told me that Oikawa texted her that he wanted to talk to her during lunch on the rooftop or something,” Matsukawa explained. “We should probably follow, right?”

“Shittykawa better not hurt her. For all we know, this isn’t gonna go down well. You guys saw how he handled those fangirls. Heck, everyone could tell that they were lying!” Iwaizumi rambled.

A ding erupted in Matsukawa’s pocket.

1 New Message From: captain’s gf that probably deserves better Subject: ~it’s time~ matsun i’m going to the rooftop now. wish me luck ig?

“She’s going with the devil now, let’s go.”

“Yes, sir!” Hanamaki salutes.

Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamkai walked up the stairs towards the rooftop and hid behind the stair building. There, they saw you pacing back and forth. They were a bit startled when they heard the door they came out from and saw Oikawa. Oikawa looked at you, seeing you gazing out from the fence that surrounded the rooftop. He sighed and called out to you.

“Y/N-chan? I’m here,”

“I can see that, Oikawa-san.” You grumbled. “And since you are here, please enlighten me to what your fangirls had to say to yesterday’s incident.”

“They said they didn’t do it.” A pause of silence ensued the area.

“Are you kidding me?! You believe them over your own girlfriend?!” You exclaimed, rage absolutely taking over.

Oikawa’s face dropped, a frown taking over his smile.

“Look, Y/N. If you can’t handle them, then just break up with me!”

Tears started to well up in your eyes. The boys hiding looked at each other, nodded, and made their moves. Hanamaki and Matsukawa started to comfort you right away, telling you that he didn’t mean it. However, Iwaizumi took a different approach to the situation. Grabbing Oikawa by the collar of his uniform, he pulled him forward and started to curse and shout at the poor boy, who seemed to realize his mistake. But you were already gone with Matsukawa and Hanamaki, away from him.

“Don’t you understand, Shittykawa?! Those fangirls of yours were lying! How could you not tell?! Even Maki and Matsun knew, and you’re the captain of our team! You shouldn’t be dating your fangirls, you’re dating Y/N! Get that through your head, Oikawa!” Iwaizumi threw the collar of his shirt back, making Oikawa stumble back a bit.

Oikawa stared at Iwaizumi’s retrieving figure. A tear rolled down his cheek as he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

…

It’s been about a week. A week of silence between you and Oikawa. Not only has Seijoh lost again to Shiratorizawa, but the school’s pretty boy was not in his best mood either. Iwaizumi and the others would usually comfort you at ungodly and abnormal times and try to encourage Oikawa to apologize and make it up to you. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Seeing your face reminded him of the pain he caused you. He didn’t want to see you hurt again, especially by himself, no less.

I’m going to do it today. I have to make it up to her. It’s been too long.

Oikawa walked to his classroom, seeing you smiling and laughing with Hanamaki. He pulled out his phone, typing frantically.

1 New Message From: ~pretty bf~ Subject: u know we need to talk i don’t want to do this without u. u know i love u, pls let me talk this through with you one more time, then we can decide where the both of us end up.

“Who was that Y/N-chan?” Hanamaki asked, slightly peering over your shoulder. You shrugged and continued to type back to Oikawa.

1 New Message From: my pride and joy~ Subject: ok i’ll see u after volleyball then.

Oikawa’s lips turned upwards a bit, seeing your contact name popped up and was a bit giddy for the rest of the day. He started to prepare, what he should say, how he should apologize, etc., and the other boys noticed.

“Oi, Shittykawa, what’s got you smiling?” Iwaizumi asked.

“I’m going to go apologize to Y/N-chan~” Oikawa pumped his fist up in triumph.

“Why do you look so happy, though? Isn’t it going to be hard?” Hanamaki asked.

“Of course it’s hard. But he’s Oikawa, he can do it.” Matsukawa said. “And we’re going to watch because this can get out of hand in no time.”

The boys nodded at each other and continued to get ready for their club.

…

“Alright boys, that’s it for today. Get home safely and eat well. Don’t stay up too late!” Coach Irihata exclaimed. The first and second years started packing up and leaving the gym, as it was fairly late to end the practice.

Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa planned differently, of course. The boys made it seem like they were in the locker room, pretended to leave, and even waved Oikawa goodbye in the process. And let’s just say, Oikawa sulked a bit when Iwaizumi ‘left’ and walked home without him.

“Oikawa?” Oikawa heard your sweet voice erupt at the doors of the gym. Iwaizumi and the others were hiding behind the bleachers, ready to see it all go down.

“Y/N, I’M SO SORRY FOR BELIEVING MY FANGIRLS OVER YOU! I SHOULD’VE SEEN THROUGH THEM, BUT YOU KNOW HOW THEY ARE!” He squealed. You looked at Oikawa and sweatdropped, why am I dating him again?

“Oikawa-san, look at me,” Oikawa peered up at you, noticing how your eyes darkened a bit. “I will forgive you this time.” Oikawa internally cheered, a smirk starting to form as he thought of a gracious victory. “But, I need you to let me know that you do love me over your fangirls, no matter what.”

“Y/N-CHAN, I WILL NEVER DOUBT YOU AGAIN! I’M SORRY THAT I WAS SUCH AN IDIOT-”

You tippy-toed and pecked Oikawa on the cheek, “Thank you, Oikawa.”

“Oi, Y/N-chan! You missed,” Oikawa pointed to his lips and pouted.

“Idiot-”

“I’m your idiot, then~”

“Shittykawa!!!”

“You guys were here the whole time?!”

“Alright, let’s go home, guys!”

the ending is a bit rushed, but thanks for reading!

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dropsofletters · 5 years

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through a screen

title: through a screen pairing: na jaemin/reader genre: twitch streamer!au summary: when mark lee invites her to play videogames for his stream, she never expected to be laughing out loud at someone’s jokes. that voice without a face was one that she could not easily get out of her head. type: fluff/humor

“I promise it is a one-time thing.”

“Mark, listen, I have homework and—”

“But please! It’s been a long time since you’ve played with us and I need content for my stream tonight.”

“No. I’m shy.”

“…Please.”

Media loves to talk about long distance relationships, how hard they were and how they could easily be destroyed by the distance between the couple, but it is rare to talk about long-distance friendships. Suddenly, laughter was passed through screens and video-calls turned into tales of old memories in which they were all together. Going to college was part of fulfilling her dreams and earning the title of an adult, working in the future to build her life from the ground to the skies—hopefully—, so that meant that she had to give everything away just to study. Almost like the clouds falling on top of her with dulling rain, that was how she felt when she read her denial letter for all the universities in Seoul, particularly the ones she wanted to go to the most, and she settled for some public college that had somewhat of a good degree for her to earn, somewhere not too far away from where her friends were.

Normally, she did not even have the time to watch Mark’s Twitch streams live because she had to study in the little time she gets off from classes and her part-time job. Her own goals had taken her social life away with every ignored message that she forgot to reply to, as well as every moment she had denied her friends the pleasure of playing some stupid videogame with her.

You see, she does not quite know why she accepted on playing Fortnite out of all things, but her headphones were tightly wrapped around her head, her microphone seated in front of her lips, her legs spread under her desk and her fingers hovered over the keyboard as Mark spoke about what they were going to do before the stream started. It was quite interesting how Mark had gotten some following in the social media, for he was shy to start doing it at first and at the time, it was only something Jeno had dared him to do, but then it turned into an actual hobby of his.

Because Mark Lee must be some weird creature of sorts—he studies, he works, he has a girlfriend and he also gets to spend time with his friends and play videogames with them. She doesn’t know if she’s jealous…or jealous. You know, there is not a ‘in-between’.

Life tends to give you lemons, but they are mostly rotten—she once heard, and she truthfully thought that she had made lemonade out of the lemons life gave her, but they gave her an immense amount of aches, on the bigger part they were headaches. Either way, hearing the sound of her friend’s voice was enough to calm her down. Jeno’s sweet laughter, Renjun’s never-ending questions to annoy Mark and altogether, Mark explaining what they were doing to do. She saw her character on the screen, as well as the names of her friends when someone tried to join the group.

She does not pay attention to it, instead, she picks up her phone and checks the time, as well as gulping down some water to hydrate herself. It is only when Renjun comments about it that Mark pays attention to the person trying to join their server. “Uh…Mark, bro, sorry to ruin your rant or whatever but before you start the stream…there is this one person called Nana trying to join the game.”

Mark finally shut his mouth, thankfully, but he did not say anything important. He rambles about how it could be one of his followers, as if his two thousand followers on the social media actually meant something important. “If someone dares to make a joke about that user and the song Havana, I’ll personally stop calling you my friend.” She comments, moving around the cramped space by her desk. Technically, it was a shared computer with her two roommates and she was trying her hardest to buy a laptop, but she had a lot of things to take care of monetarily, so it had been hard. The dorm is too small, the place smells like vanilla perfume and gallingly so, for her nostrils are tired of the smell and one of her roommates always leaves her used pads everywhere. It’s disgusting and college life really should not be like this. She would much rather live alone, but that would mean paying more than she is paying already and she can’t even do that properly.

Jeno chuckles at her antics, however, not noticing just how stressed his friend was. “Come on, don’t ruin my joke.”

“I knew you would say something like that.” She prompts with a smile on her face. God, she missed Jeno—it had been well over seven months since the last time she saw him.

“But it is fitting.”

“It’s corny, dude.”

Mark whines, trying his best to make his stream as perfect as possible. Even with something as stupid and superficial as social media, Mark tried his best. “Should I let them in? They could be a follower and if I decline, then I look like an asshole—”

Renjun takes that as an opportunity to say with the most precise Mark imitation. “Followers. Oh yeah, dude, I’m Canadian and I have a lot of followers. Look, my last Instagram post got like…dude, I don’t know, like fifty likes? And my mom wasn’t liking it so…awesome.” She covers her mouth to stop the giggle that threatened to spill past them but Jeno laughed obnoxiously loud, probably throwing his head back against the headrest of his bed with the joyous feeling that burst around his chest.

“Very funny.” Mark added after a fake laugh and he clapped his hands together obnoxiously near the microphone to make the trio pay attention to him. “Tell me, quickly! I have to start this stream—”

She sighs, for Mark is always worried about everything and his voice is getting higher with anxiety. “Let them in. Besides, I think I could be leaving early because I told someone I have homework to complete.”

“Yeah, anyways. They’re in.”

What she notices first about said Nana person was that he was a guy and that his laugh was really beautiful. It was breathy and it appeared first when he continued to interrupt Mark in his introduction, falsely praising him and pretending to be enthralled by Mark’s doings. The man was annoyed, quite clearly, for the image on his stream showed his annoyed expression behind a smile that reached his high-cheekbones whenever the user Nana spoke. She continued to press down on the keyboard, trying her hardest to play without a smile on her face but she could only concentrate on what Nana said.

Sometimes, he fell silent and other times, he said the most random of things. He was funny and clearly joined just to tease whoever was the leader of the group of people playing, but Mark did not think it would turn out that way. At the beginning of the stream, Nana had asked a bunch of questions towards the group of people and then, his target immediately became Mark. Luckily for her, really, because she had not spoken a lot throughout the stream and Nana became the center of attention, as well as helping her with her non-plotted revenge against Mark for interrupting her time to do homework.

For some reason, she imagined him to be a flirt of some sort, with a huge smile and possibly a bit of a nerdy look—but she could be wrong, she is just judging by a voice and what he tells Mark, but it is impossible for her not to laugh at what he is saying.

Like when Mark saved him in the game and he cooed. “Ooh, Mark is so manly. I’d give you a kiss if you were by my side, bro.” And Mark almost screamed at the mere mocking tone on the man’s voice.

Or when he put damage traps all around the insides of the building and Mark was the first one to fall on them, leading to his group of friends laughing at him. Nana, of course, had to say something witty: “Don’t be falling for me now, Mark, alright?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re really annoying?” Mark asks as the second round they played comes to a stop and Nana released a short laugh. There was no way in hell that there was no one affected by that voice, because she quite clearly liked the boyish tone that came with it.

“You’re boring, Mark. Get over it.” Renjun says at that exact moment in between laughter and Nana doubles over in laughter as he says so. Renjun was always one to tease Mark the most.

“Am not—!”

“I am not annoying, Mark.” Nana indicates with ease and she knows he is plotting something. “It’s just…from the moment I heard your voice, I just felt like we were meant to be together.”

Jeno chuckles at that. “On God, this is the best day of my life. Oh fuck—”

Mark can’t keep his serious façade and he presses his face to his cold palms as a smile spreads across his face. He must be blushing, too, for he was quite a bit of a serious gamer if anything. “I have a girlfriend, please stop.”

Nana responds immediately. “…You just broke my heart.”

“Oh my God—”

“Dude,” Mark breathes out. “I’ll kick you out. You have to be joking around.”

“Don’t kick him out, Mark!” Renjun says in between laughter and she bites on the straw of her water bottle as she chuckles. She would love to say something, but she is too shy, instead, she agrees with Renjun with some laughter of her own.

“Mark—”

But before Nana could continue with his rambling love confession towards Mark, he was kicked out and that earned a few groans from his group of friends. After all, she understands that Mark needed to control the situation, but Nana was funny. He had made her laugh like no one else had in the time that she has spent worried about college and work, as if he was an antidote, a calming breeze that passed by her in a frenzy. She thanks him silently and decides to play a bit more with her friends, opting to relax a bit more. She needed it.

Sometimes, timing is the worst. Life just knows one thing and that one thing was that it piles everything bad together and makes it arrive into her life all at once. She had not been paid yet, her head was thumping with a headache, she did not have enough money to eat a filling meal for dinner and she had almost failed a test that she studied very hard for. Her face was pressed to her pillow, her tears spilled in the shape of her worries, the soft caress of the air conditioner in her room entering by the small gap that her striped shirt left after it had ridden up her skin.

Suddenly, life felt like it was just like how she had never imagined it. She felt lonely, lost and everything all at once and she could not do anything about it. You know, life is not like changing a tire or cutting your hair off, life is more than that—there is time involved and sometimes, waiting is the only thing she can do. She waits for one day where her pillow will be a comforting space for her to lay on instead of being a space for her think about the things that worry her late at night. Someday, sometime, things will look up…but for now, she is only looking down at the marks of mascara she had left on her pillow.

Great. Just what she needed—laundry to take care of because she had completely forgotten that mascara stains were very difficult to get off.

She sits up on her bed, pressing her hands to her eyes to feel the bloated skin, tender and reddened, definitely hot. She pushes her shirt down, opting to take a shower to refresh her body but her mind tells her that she really needs to wash the cloth that covers her pillow. She puts her hand against her head, elbow resting on her knee with her legs parted, feet crossed and covered in her favorite pair of socks with a pattern of little pandas. Her fingers hover over her phone and she decides to unlock it, seeing if she had gotten any email from her professors or classmates, then going onto her Kakao and noticing that there were a hundred texts on her group-chat with her friends in Seoul.

And she really thought about it for a good second, whether to ignore them or simply respond, for she had not been communicating with her friends that often. In her opinion, why would she have to talk to them when in reality she doesn’t even feel like talking? Sure, it sounded egotistic and they were worried, but there was not a single cell inside her body that could care about such thing. She’s becoming an adult and the worst kind of them, those who forget free time and friends are important as well.

One thing that shall be known about Renjun is that he is a little devil, but he cowards out whenever someone threatens him after his jokes. He is also easy to make fun of and normally, his jokes turned around towards him. It is because of that, that she is not surprised when she reads Renjun’s text: “Jeno, have you tried the lip-balm I got you?”

Donghyuck, another one that was too busy to respond on the group-chat, took the time to add. “You guys are going to kiss?”

“No.” Jeno answered. “Wait, two no’s. I won’t kiss Renjun and I haven’t tried the lip-balm. Why?”

She could imagine Renjun chuckling to himself, for some reason, there had to be something wrong with that lip-balm. “No reason.”

Jeno did not say anything about it, neither did he pry, but he did say something curious. “Try the one I gave to you!”

Renjun adds a puzzled emoticon. “It’s in my backpack. Too tired to look for it.”

“Do it.”

“You say as if it’s so easy to get up and look for it. My room is a mess and I just got back from class.”

Jeno continued, however. “Do it, Renjun.”

“Get married already.” Donghyuck commented and Mark added a finger pointing upwards to indicate he agreed.

To save herself the time to read over their complaints, she went to the very last part of the chat and she saw that they were screaming at one another, in all caps, for some reason that was now known to her. “Lee Jeno, do I have to go to the fucking hospital?! My lips taste like ass!”

“I don’t know. It’s your fault! I only exchanged the lip-balms!”

“But I put some fish thing in yours!”

Mark replied: “That’s what you get for being a dumbass.”

“What if I’m allergic?”

Then, she thinks it’s time to join the conversation. “You are probably not.” She types first and then she continues as she stands up from her bed with her pillow tucked in between her arm and her ribcage. “Wash your mouth and brush your teeth.”

The fluttering touch of the coldness pressed to her sock-clad feet was nothing compared to the fuzzy feeling that settled deep in her chest when she read the messages from her friends. She had various friends in her class, but they could never compare to the few friends she has kept from her times in Seoul. “The woman of the night, look!” Jeno prompts and she can’t help but smile.

Mark continues. “We thought you hated us.”

“I could never.”

Almost in cue, Jeno talks to her. The two were always close, for Mark was too busy, Donghyuck was too lively, hyper as well and Renjun was a close second but his jokes settled distastefully on her tongue sometimes. Whenever she thinks of them, she imagines a garden of flowers that bloom each on their own and she is always the tiny flower that holds onto the small hope of blooming into something beautiful. Her petals are falling, scattering across the ground while she is always inside her own thoughts. She’s running out of time to grow. “I’m surprised you didn’t text sooner, considering Nana is definitely your type.”

Nana? As in the stream guy? She had not heard much of him for the past month and a half, or maybe she had not read enough texts in the group-chat to be able to tell if he was her type of not. Surely, he was funny but that had nothing to with types. “What are you talking about? Just because he is funny doesn’t mean he has to be my type.”

Donghyuck agrees with her. “Yeah, she has never fallen for me and I am the funniest, let’s be honest.”

Renjun types soon after. “Thanks guys, you completely ignored my predicament and started to talk about something else.” She can’t help but chuckle as she reads that message after putting the cloth of her pillow inside the washing machine and looking at the pillow itself to see if it had any stains. “And yes, I thought she would like him, too. He is like one of those flower boys people draw in Webtoons.”

“Not that you read those or anything.” Mark comments and Renjun follows soon after.

“…I’m not afraid to say I do.” Renjun confesses. “Jeno, show her the picture.”

“You’re stupid if you think I’m just going to like a guy just because he looks like someone I could like.”

But then, Jeno does send a picture after giving a brief explanation of who Nana was. Apparently, he was a streamer as well, only that he was more popular for joking around with people in different games and making them annoyed. He had more followers than Mark and his name was not Nana—it was Na Jaemin. His hair was the color of cherry blossoms in the picture, two fingers up to show a peace sign in the mirror self-portrait, a red hoodie covering his frame and the background was a simple bathroom. His eyes were sweet and his smile was diabetes-inducing, like a strawberry shortcake in person.

Okay, so maybe Na Jaemin is cute.

Maybe—but then again, she has been locked in the space of her college for what seemed like ages and she had not seen a pretty boy in…months. So she does not give him much importance, but she does comment on the screenshot that was send in the group-chat.

“…Fuck, he’s cute.”

Once again, he helped her forget about the worries of a stressful day.

There were some things that she’d rather keep a secret.

Just like how the clothes she is wearing are not that clean, for she had worn it two times already and while the white crop top underneath her pink tank-top looked cute with the, also pink, skirt that wrapped around her waist nicely. Just like how she pretends she has her life together and she is always happy while working in a boutique that sells wedding dresses—no one likes a bad employee and she has to pretend she is excited for the women that go there to try on dresses for a little too long. It’s not like all the dresses there are worth more than all the salaries she has earned while working there and it’s definitely not the case when she says she just wants to go back home and pretend her life is not a nightmare, when in reality she is living under so much stress…enough to anger her when she realizes all the work and studying she has done for the past year has been for nothing.

She pays for her part of the rent and for education, she pays for food and for anything that she needs—textbooks, for example, or printing if that is the case. All she wanted was to be able to save some money to take a train to Seoul and go visit her friends for Renjun’s birthday but over three weeks ago, she had to take all her savings to pay her debts and surely, it was necessary and the boys would understand if she ever did so much as explaining that to them, but it was embarrassing.

You know, it was one of those cases in which she did not want to actually said she needed help or that she was going through a hard time. She put a masquerade of lies on, trying to smile through every ounce of power that was taken off her body. When was the last time she stayed up late to watch her favorite shows or talk to her friends? When was the last time she went out to a place she wanted to go?

A long time ago, apparently.

More inviting that spending a night out with her friends, having big plates of food filling their stomachs and then singing the birthday song to Renjun just to see a smile on his face? There were only a few things. It had been Donghyuck’s fault to send her a picture of the cake that they had prepared for Renjun’s surprise and the only thing she wanted to do was bawl her eyes out.

Her arms extended over the white counter at the entrance of the boutique, letting out a raged sigh as she hears the sound of the obnoxiously cheesy song that played in the background. Her heart was definitely not in that city that took every fiber of her real-self away. Damn the moment life created salaries and responsibilities—heck, the moment impossibilities were created, because puzzles were always present in life and it was tiring. Sometimes, she just wanted things to be simple.

But it’s going to be okay. Hard, definitely, but okay. She promised herself that much.

She took the empty Styrofoam cup of coffee she had over the counter in her hands and shook it up only to realize she had drunk every drop.

Life was going to be okay…but later.

“What are you doing?”

Psychics, mind-readers, clairvoyants—they all fell onto the title of faux beings next to Lee Jeno. There was something about him always knowing when exactly to text her, when to talk and when not to, it was just part of him and she thanked him silently for being that way. Yet, that this time was not one of those days. Her fingers hovered over her phone as she tried her hardest to erase the smile on her face, only that it was not caused by Jeno and that her headphones were wrapped around her head, covering her ears as she listened to Jaemin’s sweet laughter in his live-stream. It was like Jeno knew that she was watching Jaemin.

She did not know how she ended there. She had a pretty rough set of hours (weeks, really) and she decided to forget the entire Seoul ordeal for a few weeks before with some YouTube videos, but when that did not do anything remotely important to switch her mood, she opted to check out what her friends were talking about when speaking about Jaemin. They had been trying so hard to get her to check him out and she never did, so it was never too late to start getting on the bandwagon that is watching Jaemin tease other people. Indeed, there was quite a big following that liked his sense of humor and now add her in that group.

There were people in this world that were made to smile, others that were made to make other people smile and then, there were those ones who you wanted to return every smile to. Jaemin seemed like the type of guy who needed to smile forever, for his cheeks turned a beautiful shade of light pink whenever he laughed too hard and altogether, he seemed like a lake personality wise, just an individual that went with the flow, almost too chill to be real. It is not easy to smile in those times of her life, and yet he does it so effortlessly, unknowingly, miraculously that she can’t help but feel…connected.

“Watching Jaemin’s stream.” She replies curtly before placing her phone over the desk, resting her elbows on the surface and sniffling before settling her gaze on Jaemin. He read almost every comment at an unhuman speed and he was enjoying himself, quite clearly, bothering people and apologizing soon after. She wondered if he had contacted Mark like he did with all the people he had joked around with in that stream.

One lesson for anyone you ever meet: Never trust your friends with a crush. Repeat it, never.

Her gut stirred when she saw the comments getting filled with users repeating her name over and over again, saying ‘she thinks you’re pretty’, ‘she’s into you’, ‘she thinks you’re cute, dude, ew.’ Over and over again. Surely, Mark had some kind of social media to use as his voice, but she had only told that to Jeno. She leaned forward, watching her friend’s users spamming the comments endlessly, looking around to see where she should click to report them.

Until it was too late and a smile appeared on Jaemin’s face as he put his headphones down. He said her name, reading that one comment written by Donghyuck that said: “Dude, she told me she thinks you’re cute.” Jaemin ran his fingers through his hair, making the hood of his shirt fall off his head and with a toothy grin, he answered. “I don’t know if you’re joking around or not…uh…isn’t she like that one friend of yours and Mark? By the way, guys, check out Mark Lee’s channel—he is like…very good.”

Should she comment? Maybe she should stop all this! The least she wanted was for anyone in the world to know she is just a ridiculous woman that can’t even tell someone that she thinks they are cute. Perhaps, she should just report her own friends. Instead, she decides to pop by the group-chat and write with a few typos. “I am going to kill all of you. I said I wasn’t going to Seoul yet, but once I go you better hide.”

“Either way,” Jaemin claps his hands together and then, he cracks his fingers by extending them. “Should we play Outlast or keep trolling people?”

She decides to close the tab, hiding her face in her hands and letting out a raged sigh. Just then, she hears the sound of her phone going off and all she can read are the equivalent of laughs—or just letters put together to feign a laugh—and a lot of laughing emoticons.

“Bro, you made me get a shout out by Jaemin! Cool!”

Donghyuck responds soon after. “Good thing I know him.”

She types before she can even think of what she was writing. “You know him?!” She writes. “That’s it. Never going to Seoul. Nope.”

Melting onto her seat, she swears that keeping secrets is always sweeter and it’s killing her that there is always a way for her to end up distressed. On the other hand, she got to hear her name being called by Jaemin and there was nothing sweeter than the laugh he let out when he read the comment made by Donghyuck. There, she learns that maybe she just needs to get out there and look for a date, because she could not be actually enchanted by a guy that did so much as calling out her name.

It sounded like a nice distraction nowadays, to have someone to go out on dates with or have a person that she could even crush on, but she doesn’t have the time to do such thing. It was a constant cycle of working, studying, going to class, doing whatever she needed to do at her apartment and just isolate herself in all she needed to do. Maybe, she should really take up on her promise and try to look around for a bit…there needed to be someone good enough in that city.

Because Jaemin is in Seoul…and he had laughed at the idea of her finding him cute. Not that it was embarrassing at all, just that it really was.

“You smell like hot Cheetos, babe.”

“R-Really?”

Getting Mark flustered was as easy as pronouncing the abecedary, his cheeks the color of peaches and his eyes going around the table to see his friends, some groaning at the sight of him being disgustingly cute with his girlfriend and others smiling at the sight of Mark being in love…and also being made fun of. It was nice that after six months of working hard, she was able to go to Seoul to visit her friends and she smiled with her lips pressed together, keeping her chopsticks inside her lips to look at the couple. It felt fitting and nostalgic, to be surrounded by the people who made her laugh the most, to be in the restaurant they frequented without a thought of being remotely stressed. It was only for a week and still, it felt naturally pleasurable.

Sweet was the night for Jeno, whom had actually brought someone with him and he was chatting away with his date, Mark was still very much in love with his girlfriend and she was, stagnantly, wishing she had someone by her side that gave her such attention. Mark’s girlfriend girlishly laughed at her joke as the man tried to explain himself and when she stares one look at Jeno, it seems like he has his date laughing at something he said. The soft breeze hitting the windows of the restaurant sounds oh-so louder and she picks up another piece of her dish, pushing it past her lips and munching on her food.

The garden was getting bigger, and she had yet to bloom.

Renjun was seated by her side and with a light push of his finished plate, he extended his arms over his head and let out a soft sigh. “Sweet and young love,” Renjun announces as if it was a story, his red bomber jacket falling off his shoulder. “All around us…and then the three of us are here, alone.”

Donghyuck scoffs from his spot. “Speak for yourself.”

“I am speaking for all of us—”

“I agree with him.” Her index finger points momentarily at Renjun and the young man nods with a smile on his face.

Donghyuck smiles, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back on his seat. “I can have that sorted out.” There is one thing she has learned about Donghyuck in the past years she has known him—he is a bit out there. He knows perfectly well how to keep his life together, but he adores making people flustered with his unexpected jokes and actions. He loves a good, natural laugh caused by great fun, he says. “You’re an easy case, to be honest with you, pretty and overall nice. I can find you a man in no time.”

She rolls her eyes. “Says the one who can’t find a person for himself.”

“Anyways!” Donghyuck presses his index finger against the table to make a point. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted…your type of guys are easy to find.” She thinks so as well, only that she is not a good adventurer that goes and looks for a person to date. She is a huge believer that times gives the best fruits and the least she wanted was to rush through it and end up in a situation she did not want to be part of, so she tries to wait until someone knocks by her door—not literally, of course—. “Funny…ah…handsome? Chill, you have a lot of mood-swings and you need someone to be always chill about things. Definitely cuddly…”

Renjun snaps his fingers together. “That sounds like someone I know.”

“Really?” She asks. “Introduce me to him, then. That’s like the love of my life.”

Donghyuck smirked and that is never a good sign. “Renjun, we’ll say the name of the guy we’re thinking about on the count of three, alright?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“One…two…three…” Donghyuck counts quickly and then, he points at Renjun as the two say at the same time: “Na Jaemin.”

How long has it been since she heard that name? Let alone think of him, really. Months, to be quite honest. She thought she would never hear of him again and now that she is reminded of the existence of Na Jaemin, she feels the same embarrassment that had once taken over her when Donghyuck—and the people at the table—decided to expose her in Jaemin’s comment section. Ever since then, she opted to forget anything had ever happened and for a while it worked, but now she would love to be able to stab the two guys’ throats with her chopsticks, but once again…she loves them too much to do that.

Jaemin did sound like all those things and she can imagine a date with him, more like could, because it definitely won’t happen. She takes a deep breath, decides to forgive Donghyuck’s actions again and she takes his index finger in between her first. “Hah, yeah, definitely, good option…did you forget you made a fool out of me in his stream and now I can’t even click on his profile?”

He is a bit of a political person, Donghyuck could be the president if he wanted to because he just knows how to get people to agree to his ideas. “Just, listen…hush, hear me out.” Donghyuck puts two hands in front of her face as if to calm her down and then, a big, cheeky smile spreads across his face. “I talked to him, he asked if it was a joke or something because he was lost and I told him that, you know, you thought he was cute—”

“Oh no…”

“And he asked me to show him a picture of you and then he was talking about how he just needed your number.”

“And you gave it to him, right?”

Donghyuck’s smile falters at that moment. “I did not. Thought you’d get mad at me if I did.”

“…I would have.” She replies and then, she takes another bite of her food, looking at Donghyuck for a brief second before shrugging. “But I would not mind it now…”

“You’re for real?” Renjun asks, placing one hand over her shoulder and making her turn to look at him. “Donghyuck was right.”

The man in question shrugs his shoulders, as if it was nothing. “I am always right.”

And quite honestly, he sometimes was.

If Donghyuck gave her number to Jaemin in the form of a heart-shaped post-it note, she does not know, but he does something and that is a simple gift he gives her in the fifth day of being in Seoul.

A date.

Coffee dates were starting to get more popular by the day, as if cafés and aesthetics had something to do with love, but there were plenty of people wearing berets and drinking lattes that enjoyed having people accompany them in their little rendezvous. It was a wonder to her that Jaemin had asked to meet up with her at a café, but it was even more of a puzzlement when Donghyuck told her that Jaemin had personally asked for this. To say she was terrified would be an understatement, for she did not even know this guy to an extent in which she would feel less nervous in a date with him. Yet again, Donghyuck said that it was fine (“really, it’s just a date—grow up.”, he said) and she had decided to get ready for the café date that was awaiting her.

The ridiculously feminine coral top she wore tucked inside her jeans made her feel like the epitome of cupid in person, but she tries not to think about it as she plays with her hair and gets off the bus. All she can think about are ice-breakers and questions to ask him. When was the last time she went out on a date—high school? She doesn’t know, but her legs are shaking as if they were made out of jelly and there is something deep within her that tells her something could go terribly wrong.

She doesn’t even know this guy…and he is going out on a date with him. And she can’t even play the mysterious girl card because he already knows she is slightly into him.

Great. Now she has to check if there are emergency exits in the café if she dared to say anything awkward.

She walks inside the café, being met by neon pink lights that welcomed cheesy sayings and a lot of people bundled together in tables to chat and drink coffee. Her eyes scan the room as she bites on her bottom lip and in the matter of seconds, she is welcomed by the sight of Na Jaemin by one of the tables. His hand is waving at her so she notices him, but she had noticed him even before he did that. His dark hair was parted slightly to show his forehead, pretty smile with chapped lips send towards her, his body was cladded in an oversized hoodie and jeans—just his normal attire, really.

There is not an emergency exit, but when she walks towards Jaemin, there is something about him that tells her that she will really not need it. She stands beside the table, hands clasped in front of her body as she gives a tiny smile. “…Jaemin, right?” He nods his head, standing up to move her chair for her to sit down.

He calls out her name, again, and then she is reminded of the embarrassing moment that happened during his stream. Yikes. “Oh, hi! I’m so happy you could make it—Donghyuck told me you were going to be early, probably, so I got here earlier and I already had a cup of coffee,” He sits down once again and moves his empty mug in his hands momentarily before putting it down once again. He is not really…hyper for the amount of coffee that once was inside that mug. It was huge, to say the least. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I really don’t.” She licks her lips and then, she looks down at the menu decorated with ribbons and lace, something both delicate and stylish. “You come here often?”

“Every day before class, really. Sometimes at night.”

She looks around the menu, seeing that there is a row of drinks in one spot, then a whole part for the coffees they served and some dishes with pictures, pastries in their majority. “You drink coffee at night?” She asks, looking up to see him playing with the cap he had probably used when he got there.

“It doesn’t make me hyper and it’s tasty.”

“That’s…odd.” She replies and Jaemin chuckles softly at her words. “But if you know about coffee so much,” She clears her throat as she leans over the table slightly, pointing at the menu for him and smelling his cologne from up close. He did smell like vanilla, too sweet. A bit of cherry chap-stick, perhaps? “Tell me what I should have.”

“Iced Americano.” He doesn’t even look at the menu when he responds and then he points at one of the pictures of the cakes. “And a slice of caramel cake. It’s soft in the inside but crunchy in the outside.” She sits down once again, an astonished look on her face as she stares at the man ahead of her. “What? Is it surprising?”

“You drink coffee and eat something with caramel at the same time?” There was no doubt that the young man surprises her with every word that goes through his lips. She thinks at that moment that Jaemin is really enchanting, but his drinking and eating habits might be one’s of a child and an old man both at the same time.

“Yeah. It’s tasty.”

“I’ll take your word on that.” She replies and then she lifts her hand up to catch the attention of a waitress that goes over to them immediately. She orders what Jaemin had instructed her and soon after, he asks for another cup of coffee and a slice of cake.

Only that Jaemin’s order for coffee is horrible—well, maybe not horrifying to the point she would not even let her nose near it, but she tries her hardest not to flinch at the taste with every small sip she takes of the drink. It was bitter, so the slice of caramel cake helped her sweeten up her almost-destroyed tongue with every little sip she took. On another note, Jaemin served as a sweetener, as well, his magic with words working with her when he talks about his major and how he left his part-time job recently because he was making money out of Twitch. She doesn’t know how that feels like and he says that it is definitely not a lot, but that he manages to pay his rent with that and it is more than enough for him.

He asks about her, too, and she tells him she doesn’t live in Seoul (“what a bummer, really”, he comments and she can’t help but blush), that she is not that happy with the major she picked and that her job sucks. The atrocities she tells him have Jaemin listening but also laughing along with her, telling her that all the hard work she put into life will pay off in the future.

It surprises her that after her third sip of the terrible mug filled with coffee, Jaemin decides to take matters into his hands, taking the mug away from her and speaking on her behalf. “You don’t like it. Let me order something else for you.”

“Ah, no!” As always, shy and soft-hearted, she said that with trembling hands. The fucking caffeine in that poison stuff. “No, Jaemin, really, I enjoy it…just that I’m a slow drinker.”

“Don’t lie!” Jaemin adds with a smile and then he takes a swing from her drink. They had shared mugs by now, apparently. “I know it’s very bitter and it doesn’t physically affect me, but you’re shaking and I don’t want you to have a headache later.”

Sweet, that he was, but it did not show through his coffee choices. “Thank you. I’ll pass on the drink for now.”

“See? I knew you didn’t like it.” Jaemin points out and then, he lets out a sigh. “The cake is fine though?”

“Yeah, perfect. It’s tasty.”

“That sounds like truth.” She can’t help but smile at his words. There is something about his voice that helps her throw every worry out of the window, as if whatever is stressing her out is a tiny rock in her way that she is able to kick. “Uh…so since you’re about to finish, do you want to go somewhere else? Your pick.” That has to mean Jaemin has been enjoying their date so far. The butterflies inside her stomach—silly, cheesy, really— twist, turn, make a whole Taekwondo routine, everything and all because of him.

But she only knows Seoul so much, for she had not lived there in over a year. She juts out her bottom lip as she remembers what she saw during her bus ride. “Uh…there’s a PC room in the other street, maybe we could go play some videogames.”

“Prepare to get your ass kicked, then.”

“Okay, well, no.” She replies with sarcasm, rolling her eyes. “What a way of being humble.” But the smile on her face gives away that she really enjoys Jaemin being competitive.

Jaemin holds two hands to his heart and he closes his eyes while he winces. “My heart. Ouch. It hurts.” He opens one eye to look at her expression and she chuckles. “I’ve been burned by some cute lady telling me I am pretentious.”

She giggles. “Is that a compliment?”

“It’s a threat, really. My mom won’t be too keen of you burning her son.”

“My apologies, but it was true though.”

“You’ll talk to my lawyer.” Jaemin indicates as he gets his wallet out of his pocket and she takes hers out of her bag to put her part as well, but his hands stop her immediately. “Save the money to be able to pay for a lawyer.” He jokes around and she scrunches up her nose.

“Let me pay half—”

“Sorry,” Jaemin sings in a soft tone. “Can’t hear you.”

And the date goes by smoothly with Jaemin pressed to her side in a shared computer, playing around at the same time a stupid game that was too old to even be there. The smell of his cologne is placed on her shirt even when she walks beside him when he takes her home and it all seems to good. A part of her realizes that Jaemin was truthful about wanting to go out on a date with her and his chapped lips become a dream when he says his goodbyes by the entrance of the hotel she was staying at. One day, not that week, definitely not in a few months, perhaps never…but one day she’d get a taste of his lips.

“I am proud of all you.”

“Why’s that, Renjun?”

“For getting to be my friends. That shit’s hard. Everyone wants to be my friend.”

“Yeah, anyways…let’s just ignore Renjun.”

“Donghyuck!”

Normally, her days were highlighted by waking up to go to class, actually going to class, having lunch and going to work, only to come back at seven in the night simply to work on projects, homework and anything else that she has to do, like reading over papers to prepare for her tests. A group-chat was the least of her priorities, but nowadays she found she was checking her phone a lot more—for the last three weeks, exactly, which does not come from the fact that Mark is planning some online Cards Against Humanity game for his stream with them included in the package, but it’s the fact that there is someone else outside of the group-chat constantly texting her.

Anyone can guess who it is.

It just so happened that Jaemin did have her number saved on his phone by the time she decided to ask for his at the end of their date and he promised that once she left Seoul, there would not be a day in which they did not speak. In reality, he fulfilled his promise and whenever she wakes up, she is met with a continuation of their endless conversations. It makes her fuzzy, like her stomach filled with soda, whenever she thinks of Jaemin being on the other side of the phone. Sometimes he sends her pictures of what he is eating, his set-up for his streams and while she can’t tune in at all times, she tries to watch them whenever she has some free time.

He tells her he thinks he is the King of Caramel Popcorn. She tells him that she would love to try it someday. He says he is going to send one of his favorite hoodies through the mail sometime and she believes him. Whenever she posts a picture on any type of social media, she receives a screenshot through her chat with him with a million of compliments (“how are you so pretty?” is a perfect example of what he normally says) and she does the same for him. It’s obvious that the two are flirting, that he changes his tone of voice just the slightest when he sends her a voice note and it’s perfectly imperfect. She wishes he could be closer to her, that she could experience that while actually physically being with him, but that doesn’t happen.

Jaemin is talking about how he is working on some college things and that he doesn’t have that much time to plan his jokes on Twitch anymore. However, she is more than happy to read his rants and let him vent. She’s tired after a long day, looking at her unfinished homework and wishing she could just pull away from her phone and start completing it, but it’s something that she would rather forget she ever thought about.

Either way, Jaemin notices and he texts her almost immediately. “You told me you had homework to do. Are you doing it?” He texts, always one to remember what she said, and she added an emoticon rolling its eyes.

“Nope. Am tired.”

Jaemin responds almost immediately. “I know you’re tired, beautiful, but do your homework and rest later.”

“I can rest now and do my homework later, too.” She answers wistfully. The soft air of her air conditioner touches her skin as she sits on top of her bed, her work spread unorganized in front of her. She needs to find a pencil first if she wants to do work, really.

“Do your homework or I’ll stop texting.” Jaemin threatens and she can’t help but smile at the thought of the young man being worried about her.

“We both know that’s not true.” Only that Jaemin does read that message and she realizes then that he might just be serious about it. “Jaemin?” She types quickly and Jaemin sees the text once again, but he doesn’t respond. “Fine. I’ll text you once I finish.”

Only that nowadays, she does thing with Jaemin in the back of her brain. There is a little reminder of a man whose smile can light up the entire world…and she would like to say she hates it, but Jaemin rarely takes time away from her. He pushes her to do better, he wants her to be the type of person she wants to be and fulfill her responsibilities to the very end. She doesn’t get it sometimes, how one moment he can be a full clown and others he could be relaxed. He tells her things will look up someday and that she needs to try, just the very slightest.

It’s at that moment that she wonders if she likes Jaemin, as in more than just think of him as a pretty face and naturally think of him as a great human being, someone she would date, a person whose hand she would not mind holding for quite some time, to protect and have dates with. Only that they are far away, a few train rides away from one another and it is almost impossible. Just how many long distance flings or relationships actually work?

Yeah, right, almost all of them don’t work.

She rubs her eyes, deciding that there was only a handful of minutes in her day for her to think about some boy in Seoul and instead, she decides to continue with her homework. At least, a degree will last her forever.

Jaemin does send a hoodie and it became her all-time favorite piece of clothing.

For one, the hoodie gets to her after two months of talking to one another and the fabric is huge as she takes it out of the box. Secondly, it smells like what he smelled like—a lot of coffee, but also some detergent that meant he had washed the hoodie. She thanked him endlessly for the past weeks when he did such thing but the amount of messages she wrote to him back then did not compare to the ones she had sent him that week, when she realized that Jaemin was actually going to live in the city she was in currently for an entire semester since he was a college transfer for a semester. He says he has been opting for it for months and now she knows why he had been trying so hard.

It is one of those days where she feels her legs might give in at any given moment, her face void of any traces of makeup as she rushes from one side of college to the other. Her busy schedule had stopped her from meeting up with Jaemin even when he was in the same city as her currently, but that was far away from her head as she walks around the campus.

It’s time for her to get lunch and she is wondering if she should eat somewhere nearby or go home and try to make something. Her mind is a mess, just like the papers that are bundled up inside her backpack and the things that she has to do for the rest of the day. However, the hoodie Jaemin gave her was still tightly placed over her body, covering almost down to her thigh, though she had paired up with leggings. It is windy, enough to bring her closer to the fabric as she opts to go to the café inside the campus—she never goes there, the pastries are hard and not particularly the greatest, but she is hungry and her mind is clouded because of that.

She pulls her hood down by the time she is inside the coffee shop, looking around to see that there were not a lot of people there, only that her eyes stop on a particularly familiar facial structure. She has seen that slightly flat nose, those set of lips, those twinkling and relaxed brown eyes.

Softly now or all at once, she feels like she is getting hit by whiplash. This entire time, she had forgotten to ask Jaemin what college he was transferring to and out of all places, it had to be in her college.

She wants to run towards him and hug him tightly, but that would not be okay.

She desires to scream at the top of her lungs and ask him why he did not tell her, but that would be inappropriate.

So she settles for the easiest decision, walking towards him and tapping his shoulder to get his attention. Jaemin looks over his shoulder slowly, blinking up at her and widening his eyes when he realized that it was her. “You go to my college now? Why didn’t you tell me?”

The hug actually comes from Jaemin and she feels like the air is taken out of her lungs as he stands up and wraps his arms around her waist, hiding his face in her neck and chuckling in delight before pulling away momentarily. His warm hands still make a home of her waist as he speaks. “I did not know. I guess you never asked and I never told you where I was going to. This is incredible!”

She feels him playing with the material of his hoodie and only then, she starts to feel embarrassed. Jaemin is definitely not afraid to show affection in front of people and being a complete flirt bluntly. She jokes around, however. “Are you sure you’re not stalking me?”

“Never.” Jaemin adds with a smile and then he bites his bottom lip. “So…what are you doing right now?”

“I was going to grab something to eat and then head to work.” Jaemin pulls away, closing his laptop and smiling, not like he stopped doing it before really.

How she missed him without actually meeting him more than once in person, she does not know. It sounds stupid, sometimes she calls herself irrational—but they have talked more than she talks to a lot of people and she feels like they know each other far more than one would actually think. It’s a big world and they are just two people having fun with one another. “Let me invite you to something then. Do you have time to catch up with me?”

She lifts her sleeve to look down at her watch and she hisses. “I have thirty minutes. Is that enough for you?”

“Not really, but I’ll manage.” Jaemin indicates and then, he raises an eyebrow. “Want some coffee?”

That sounds like a nightmare of caffeine to her ears, so she shakes her head gently, pressing her palm to his chest and patting it softly. “I’d like tea today, actually.”

“I’d like tea.” Jaemin mocks her voice with his tongue slightly out, rolling his eyes and making her chuckle as she hits his arm.

“Jaemin!”

“Sorry, I just missed your voice and I needed to mock it. It was necessary.”

Just like having him by her side was not a necessity—but it surely made her feel better

A game of Cards Against Humanity with her friends was something she enjoyed. Looking at the cards that were displayed on the screen and thinking of possibilities on how to win the game were most of the things that she did, but she was far more concentrated on the young man behind her. Jaemin told her that he would spend her Saturday night with her—and Mark also called out for her participation in his stream, so she had her headphones on, Mark’s followers—and her friends, really—unaware of the fact that Jaemin was seated behind her, his legs serving as leverage as she tries to think of a perfect comeback.

It’s not exactly that they are dating, but it’s obvious that they like each other. She doesn’t like losing time, much more when she doesn’t even have enough time to spend with Jaemin, so he does his best to come up with date ideas to be together. Jaemin’s kisses were fleeting, his hands were fluttering against her skin and gently, he makes his way into her life as she expects (waits, actually) for him to finally confess. Call it a relationship. Make it more of a boyfriend and girlfriend thing rather than just ‘something’.

“Jaemin,” She calls out his name, leaning back against his chest to feel the warmth of his body. Jaemin’s hands rest on her abdomen and he hums as he realizes that she had turned off her microphone. “What do I pick?” She asks in a whisper, even when it was quite obvious that no one was going to hear them. Jaemin leans forward and he reads the card slowly.

“What makes life worth living?” He reads slowly and then he looks at her options, taking her mouse in between his fingers and clicking on the card that brought a smile to his face. She gasps as she reads what he had put as a card and then she chuckles loudly.

“I should have known you were going to pick that.”

“It’s funny, come on. If Jeno doesn’t pick that, I don’t know what’s comedy anymore.”

She looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow with laughter still interrupting her words. “And you know what comedy is?”

“…Shut up, I do.” Jaemin indicates with a smile and then he leans forward to press a kiss to her cheek. He squints his eyes as he reads the cards from the other players. “A big brain full of facts and sadness…that’s Mark, it doesn’t make sense.”

“Oh God—”

“Nothing,” Jaemin hums as he reads the answer and then he chuckles. That had actually tickled some comedy in his brain. “That has to be Renjun or Donghyuck. It’s funny.”

“Renjun. Donghyuck is bad at this game.” She replies and Jaemin bites his bottom lip. The light of the computer casting over his face made his features look beautiful and while she should concentrate on the laughter that seeps through her headphones, she trails her fingers up his lips, making the man bite on the edge slightly before pulling away.

“Then Donghyuck is the one that says ‘fragile masculinity’. Nice try, but not funny.” Jaemin points out and finally, he points at the remaining card. “Then ‘balls’ is Mark’s girlfriend’s card. That’s it. We’ve won.”

And it surprises her when Jeno picks Renjun’s card in between laughter, the card that Jaemin had picked (“concealing a boner”, which was pretty dumb) left forgotten. “…We have not. Jeno picked Renjun’s. You were right.”

Jaemin widens his eyes, slapping his hand against her thigh. “What the fuck?” She laughs at his reaction, how lowly he said the words and how he gasps soon after. “This is nonsense. Let me have a talk with Jeno—”

“This is a live stream; don’t you dare—”

“Don’t be so grumpy.”

“Hah, yes, definitely, I’m grumpy for being rational.”

“That was comedy gold!”

“Renjun’s card was pretty good, though. The best, I’d say.”

Jaemin pressed his index finger against her lips, shushing her efficiently. “We’re going to win this. I promise.”

Did anyone ever say that Jaemin does live up to every single one of his promises? Because that is absolutely true. There is not a man more transparent than Na Jaemin.

“I like holding your hand.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

Ever since Jaemin started his semester in her college, her Saturday nights were left unvisited just to spend time with him. She finished her work earlier just to have that day with him, most preferably after she got out of work and took a quick shower. The soft breeze of the night hits their bodies that keep their legs intertwined, Jaemin’s fingers resting by her waist, pulling the blanket he had brought with himself over their bodies. His other hand is holding hers, placed over his abdomen to feel every movement of his breathing. The moment feels like it was made of ice, like time had stopped around them and there was not a worry in that world that could pull them away from one another.

Jaemin knows that every passing day means a step to finish the semester and go back to Seoul, and he thinks it is so damned that he had decided to simply fall head-first onto something that he could not quite name yet. He had been too scared to ask her to be his girlfriend—what was he supposed to say? ‘hey, just so you know, I am leaving to Seoul soon and we will both be heartbroken’. Jaemin is not the type of break hearts—he is a flirt, yes, but he is not heartless.

“Uh…” Jaemin trails his voice and then he turns his body to look at her. His face was close enough that she could count his eyelashes, touch his nose with hers, feel his breath over her lips as his eyes twinkle like the stars on top of them. Jaemin said it would be romantic and sure, laying on the floor might not be the most comfortable of things, but she doesn’t mind it as long as he is with him. His hands rub her arms to keep her warm, speaking against her skin softly. “Are you cold? We could leave right now—”

“Not cold,” She adds sweetly before pressing her cheek to his chest, right in between his collarbones. Jaemin hugs her tightly, his chin resting on top of her head as he takes the hand he was holding, extending it and looking up at it to see the hand comparison. “Your hands are pretty.”

“That’s new.” Jaemin adds in between a chuckle and then he links their little fingers together. “You know, I brought you here because I was going to make a preposition to you.”

She hums, pulling away from him slightly to look into his eyes. “Should I be worried?”

Jaemin scoffs. “Do I ever make you worried?”

“No, but it’s never too early to start.”

“Yeah, sure.” Jaemin rolls his eyes and then his fingers drop down to caress her face. “I was going to tell you, or more like ask you, just—hear me out. I know you’re very busy and I don’t technically live here but…” She knows where this is going and it is adorable to see Jaemin trying to look for the perfect words. Yet again, he goes straight to the point. “I want to give this a try. As in, you and me…you know, us.”

“Am I making you nervous?”

“No. I just thought I’d have to explain.” Jaemin smiles and she shakes her head, sitting up and bringing Jaemin with her. She wraps her arms around his neck, looking into his star-gazing eyes with adoration. “What do you think?”

She nods her head. “I like the idea.” She whispers before looking down to his lips.

A kiss comes like thunder soon after. She feels like, for a moment, there is a fitting piece in a puzzle that made everything feel a bit easier. Jaemin might be a hundred miles away in a few months, two at the very least, but everything was going to be alright as long as he was there, in words, in touch, in any way that she could have him.

The back of her eyes was thumping, indicating the initiation of a headache. Her legs wobbled around the room as she put her coat on the couch, got rid of her shoes and gave a half-spoken greeting to her roommates. Once she opens the door to her room, she welcomes the sight of a place in which she can finally be herself. Every passing day gets harder, her muscles aching, her mind tired of so much work that only continues. She tosses herself over the bed, kicking the covers that had bunched up by her feet, taking her phone out of her bag to see the texts she had received from her friends and her boyfriend.

That is the sweetest part of her day, when she gets to come back home to messages and voice recordings of her boyfriend reminding her that he still loves her as much as he did seven months ago. Thankfully for her, she could spend the entire month of December in Seoul and she was more than eager to be able to say that there were only a few weeks until December arrived.

Her phone presses to her ear thank to her fingers, tilting her head to the side and letting out a yawn that is interrupted by the sound of someone responding to her call. “What’s up, beautiful?” Jaemin asks and she can’t help but feel her heart leaping at the sound of his voice. Jaemin was a butterfly of hope to her, a kiss on her lips that lasted a lifetime, more than a person she sees through a screen but someone whom she considers a dream turned reality. She stops yawning, rubbing her fingers against her temples to calm down her headache.

“I needed to hear your voice. I have the biggest headache…” She whispers and she hears the sound of Jaemin moving around. “What are you doing?”

“Cooking.”

“Cooking?”

“Caramel popcorn.”

“Be careful with the caramel.”

“Uh-huh.” He says and then, she hears the sound of the phone being placed on a hard surface. Maybe he had actually put his phone down on speaker. “Take some medicine for your headache. I am worried you’re sick.

“It’s a stress headache.” She says in between another yawn and then, she whines with watery eyes. “I have homework to complete, too, and I am so tired—”

“Take a nap.”

“As if it’s that easy.”

“Take a nap and do your homework later.”

“But let me talk to you first, alright?”

“Okay.” He adds cutely and she can’t help but smile.

There are twenty-four hours to the days of every person in this world, but hers always felt the longest until she got to talk to Jaemin. The sound of his voice was calming, his aura altogether made her feel like there was nothing wrong in the world—and maybe, one day they will be able to be with one another every single day, but for now…everything feels real through a screen.

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toddykun · 5 years

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duckvember 2018: 3. game duck & 5. competitive duck - Duck Siblings (HDLW), Daisy’s Triplets (AMJ), Gladstone Gander & Donald Duck.

game over! or try again?

summary: Louie found a new indie video game made by an unknown developer inspired by their favorite superheroes! Hurray! Only problem? The last level seems impossible to complete. Could anyone in the mansion do it? Also, obviously the Duck Avenger is the best character to play with, right? No, Gizmoduck! No, Darkwing Duck! ...Huh, better ask Uncle Donald.

word count: 1994

n/a: inspired by this wonderful piece by @neon-shesh. april, may and june’s designs inspired by @avespecora, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writing.

“Oh, come on! Not again!”

“Umm, Louie, what are you doing?”

Huey looked at Louie, sprawled on the floor dramatically, holding his phone like had betrayed him. Louie just looked at him with this indecipherable expression and then showed him his phone. A pretty high score was glowing in the screen and the words of two options: ‘try again!’ and ‘game over’. It showed too, the international high scores. The colors looked cool and the little animation too, Huey murmured appreciatively.

Huey sat beside him. “But you have a really high score, and into the internationals too, Louie! Why are you so frustrated? What is the game about?”

Louie sighed and got up like it was a trouble for him to do that but he smiled anyway, happy to ramble about his new discovery. “A person on the internet developed this new indie game with superheroes from real life! They have the Duck Avenger even when he’s retired. You can choose between Gizmoduck, Darkwing Duck and the Duck Avenger. I chose the Duck Avenger, of course, he’s the most badass.”

“I would like to argue that. Duck Avenger was the most badass, he retired, he’s no more. Gizmoduck, however, it’s a new superhero and he has so much-.”

Louie interrupted him immediately. “Yeah, yeah. I will fight you on that later because that doesn’t change the fact that the Duck Avenger is the most badass. Anyways, the game is pretty simple. But I can’t past the last level no matter how much I try. It’s stupid, I’m thinking it’s rigged.”

“Maybe the character is not the one adequate for the level?”

“That’s ridiculous, they’re all supposed to pass the levels.”

“Well, only one way to find out. Come on, let me try it with Gizmoduck.”

Louie passed the phone to him and Huey tried it. It was, like Louie said, an actually simple game. Like some Mario Bros game. But the animation was actually pretty cool and fluid and the levels were even more interesting. Until he got to the last level, and he lost. Multiple times.

“This doesn’t make sense! I have changed every little thing that went wrong went I played and none of them work?”

“I told you! It’s rigged!”

Dewey entered the living room and looked at his brothers being a little too mad at a simple phone. “Guys, what are you doing?”

“We are playing this game and none of us can pass it.”

“Oh, can I see? Mmm. I will choose Darkwing.”

“So, Launchpad made you like it, huh?”

“Shut up. Pass the game.”

“WHY THE HELL I CAN NOT PASS IT?”

“WE KNOW!”

“THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“Boys, whatcha doing?”

“WEBBY, TRY THIS!”

“Oh, ok. HEY, IS THAT THE DUCK AVENGER? I WILL CHOOSE HIM!”

Louie just smiled proudly. “Good choice, little sister. Good choice.” Huey and Dewey just rolled their eyes.

“WAIT, WHY I CAN NOT PASS IT?”

“UGH, COME ON, NOT EVEN WEBBY?!”

“THE GAME IT’S RIGGED, I TOLD YOU!”

“Maybe the developer made a mistake?” Huey took his book out of his hat and looked out for the page on developing independents video games.

Louie and Dewey rolled his eyes. “Not everything can be in that book, Huey.”

“Even Uncle Scrooge tried, and he lost too. Well, he didn’t like to play, kept saying that’s it was a ridiculously simple game and he shouldn’t lose his time. But when he kept losing he almost threw my phone like it personally offended him. No good.”

“Cousin Fethry tried too, but well, he didn’t really understand the game either. He thought it was cool though.”

“Well, atI least I’m glad they all have great taste. They all chose Duck Avenger.”

“Yeah but, boys, we have not found a way to win. Granny didn’t want to even try it though.”

“Launchpad tried too, he lost with Darkwing and he was actually good at playing it.”

“Maybe we could ask Uncle Gladstone? I mean, if someone it’s able to win, it’s him, right?”

All the kids looked at each other and then nodded. All of them went to look for Gladstone.

“Do you think anyone is going to ever catch up that you fucked up that last level on purpose so no one can find the secret passage, April?” May asked, making her basketball’s ball turn around in her finger while resting on her bed.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, I don’t know why no one is finding the secret passage in the last level!”

“Well, you should fix it, dear sister. Like me and this little buddy. Right, little buddy?” June cheerfully said from her place in her own bed. She was trying to fix a little robot she was making.

“I. Am. Trying. To. Fix. It! You’re not helping!” April declared, furiously typing on her computer.

May and June just rolled their eyes and shrugged, continuing to do their own thing.

“Girls, let’s go! April, to your programming classes! May, to your basketball practice! June, you volunteered to that activity in the park!”

“Yes, aunt Daisy!” May and June responded and went to look for her things. April made a frustrated noise and started to write even faster. “UGH, WAIT, JUST A LITTLE. I STILL NEED TO SEND THE UPDATE.”

“I’M NOT WAITING. APRIL!”

“UGH, OKAY.” April ended giving up, taking his things frustrated, putting her laptop in her bag. Well, she could just apologize to the gamer community later and post the update, she supposed.

“Sorry, little beans. Guess video games are not my thing, not even for my luck.” Gladstone did seem weirded out by the result too. He didn’t lose the game but for a really weird reason his character (the Duck Avenger, Louie was glad most of his family had such great taste) got stuck in a weird way, he didn’t lose like everybody else, he wasn’t killed even once but his character kept moving and moving without another obstacle on the way but the way didn’t end for minutes. Until they themselves stopped the game. It was like the game couldn’t let him lose but it couldn’t let him win either. It was actually ridiculous.

Webby sighed but smiled. “It doesn’t matter, Uncle Gladstone. Thanks anyways.”

Louie raised a brow and looked Huey and they both nodded. They were thinking the same thing. “In a way, Uncle Gladstone didn’t lose, he’s actually the only one that didn’t lose, and he never died in the game,” Huey concluded.

“The game is rigged, it’s impossible Uncle Gladstone had not won.” Louie ended saying.

Gladstone seemed to consider it too and then he smiled. “Have you asked Don to play it?”

“Do you think the most unlucky duck in the world can win this game?” It wasn’t like Dewey wanted to underappreciate his Uncle Donald but it was just. Good luck vs. Bad luck, you know.

Gladstone shrugged, an easy smile on his face. “Why not try it? Don holds a lot of surprises.” Also, he is going to flip out if he sees someone has done a game of PK, he deserves a little pleasure once in a while, he thought. “Good luck, kids!”

The kids looked at Gladstone going away to whatever business he had. Well, that only left them with an option.

“Kids, I’m kinda busy.” He was still repairing the boat, he didn’t know why the thing could just hold it together. All the kids made puppy faces. Donald sighed, it wasn’t fair. “Ok, ok. Give me that. Wait, is that the Duck Avenger?” He seemed to blush but Webby wasn’t so sure.

For a reason unknown to Webby, it was like that simple phrase lighted up something between the boys that she had not seen before. She blinked confused, the air smelled like competition out of nowhere. She looked at Donald and made a simple question. “Who are you going to choose to play, Uncle Donald?”

It seemed like the wrong question when the boys’ aura of competitiveness grew even more. Louie was the first one to attack, trying to be smooth about it. “It is incredible that the Duck Avenger is in a video game and he deserves it because he is super badass, you should choose him, Uncle Donald.”

Huey jumped next, his spirit wasn’t going to submit to the younger and more spoiled brother. “But Gizmoduck is a promising young hero! He has so much room to grow, and he is super smart and heroic and-!”

Dewey, not about to be left behind, jumped too, interrupting his older brother, determined to make his Uncle choose his hero. “But Darkwing Duck is amazing too, he is a great detective and does some pretty sick moves! You should choose him, Uncle Donald!”

Donald tried to calm them down. “Wow, wow. Calm down, boys. Let’s see.” Donald looked at the screen and then nodded. “Ok, I’m choosing Gizmoduck.”

Huey made a pleased cry, his fist in the air. Dewey and Louie looked at him, feeling betrayed. “But Uncle Donald!”

“Well, Huey is right, Gizmoduck is a promising young hero. Darkwing Duck is from another city and he has more experience, and Duck Avenger is retired, so. Anyways, this is just a game, it really doesn’t matter who I choose.”

“Ha! In your faces!” Huey jumped, happily, the winner of the unsaid competition. Dewey and Louie groaned.

“Huey,” Donald warned.

“Sorry, Uncle Donald…”

Webby tried to regain the attention to their actual issue. “Well, let’s play, Uncle Donald!”

Donald lost more times than any other person they asked for, the kids were about to give up until, eventually, he screamed ‘It says this is the last level!’, the kids jumped and hovered around him to see the screen. It was, in fact, the last level. They all felt dread over their bodies. Even Donald was starting to tense over this simple game. He started the level and the kids even felt like they couldn’t breathe. For now, it was going well. He avoided the obstacles even when the kids distracted him with their shouts of ‘be careful!’, ‘no, to the left!’, ‘uuuuugh’ and ‘jump, no, run, no, just walk!’. He was almost getting to the same point that Uncle Gladstone was. He only needed to make a simple jump and not fall into the hole. Simple enough.

He fell. The kids’ spirits fell too. Nobody had ever felt into that hole, it was an easy jump.

“NO!”

“UNCLE DONALD, HOW? WHY DID YOU LOSE LIKE THIS?”

“WHY? WHY? IT WAS A SIMPLE JUMP!”

“UGH, SO CLOOOOOSE.”

“Um, kids, I fell into a secret room.”

All the kids stopped their wailing, confused and asked at the same time. “Secret room?”

In fact, there was a secret room. The kids started to shout again, happy and almost hysterical. Donald kept moving his character until he got to a door. It read ‘FINAL BOSS’. They all gulped. Donald made the character enter the doctor without much thought.

Donald did give the final boss, Negaduck, a fight. It was sad that he lost, anyways.

Donald sighed, mad at himself, feeling the dread of the disappoint he probably left in the kids. “I’m sorry I didn’t win your game, kids. I-”

The kids couldn’t care less, they all hugged him. Donald returned the hug, greatly surprised but confused nonetheless.

Huey was the first one to talk. “Are you kidding? You were the only one that found the secret room, Uncle Donald!”

“Yeah, that was pretty cool!” Dewey followed.

“Especially since not even Uncle Gladstone could. I mean, he didn’t lose, but he didn’t win either. It was weird.”

Donald was even more confused now. “Not even Gladstone?”

Webby smiled and reassured him. “Not even Gladstone. You’re the best, Uncle Donald!”

Donald smiled harder and hugged them harder. The kids just laughed, happily, hugging him in return. Who knew that what they actually needed was some little of bad luck?

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littlestorygirl · 3 years

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Scenes from Dharamshala

Temple in Upper Bhagsu

Sunlight filtering in through latticed walls. Birds flitting in and out of the temple to perch on a copper bowl of rice and daal, the remaining fog from a breath of compassion that moved through this space. Shoes outside, in the road, compressing gently under the wheels of a leaking truck. The sound of bells as a farmer walks his donkeys up the steep village streets, backs laden with gravel. Everything outside of the temple seems to lilt in through the lattice, the way the gods and goddesses would hear the commotion of the earth from their balcony. Perhaps I can sit a while. This is not my place, I do not know it’s rules. But India is so free, and I feel no tension sitting here. I felt no tension slipping off my shoes to seek refuge in these walls. I feel no tension chanting and singing, my voice joining with all the voices ringing through these streets. The metallic statues of Parvati and Shiva, Ganesh and Avalokiteshvara are jumbled in with lesser gods in a large display. Books are scattered, and scarves. I climb through a door, the mouth of an enormous dragon. I crawl along it’s intestines as the passage narrows. Deep in the belly of the beast lies a shrine. Incense still burns here, smoke curling in the thick air. The sounds of the village are muffled. Where is the Bodhisattva that keeps this space? I looked over my shoulder. No one was there in the deep shrine, but I felt a presence. A power that I wasn’t sure I should witness. India is free. Perhaps because of a deep respect of the spiritual, the ethereal, the moral. I felt that I should not linger, so I stepped carefully around the shrine and shimmied down the other intestine, emerging back into the blissful, light temple out of the mouth of a roaring bear. My momentum propelled me out of the temple and back into the streets. Stillness crashed against commotion. Somehow, in this moment, no one noticed my presence. Somewhat of a miracle, as a rare foreigner during the Himalayan winter. I picked my path along the cobblestones and ice.

Empty Hookah Lounge on LSD

The snow glows under the full moon. I emerged from the cafe giggling and bumping shoulders and cheeks with Ari, my partner and adventure bud. The cafe sat at the top of a gorge, built of stacked river rocks, adorned with sketches of Siddhartha. A roaring waterfall cascades over icy rocks to our left. Stars twinkle, mountains crowd the sky. Far ahead the lights of Dharamshala paint pastel pinks over the deep blue night. We stretch our cracking, stiff legs, rambling down the hill, down the stone steps. The magic of LSD is that it reminds us how much of a game it is, to be here in this body. Winter brings aches and pains. It also brings a glow-in-the-dark world. What a beautiful game! Sandy’s Hookah Lounge. At least ten Indians clatter around in the open lower level of the establishment. The ceiling is dissected and wires tumble down around one man on a ladder. There are no walls, just wooden pillars. The lounge perches above us all like Baba Yaga’s hut on chicken legs. We peer our smiling faces in, grab a menu, and slide upstairs. Soon one man comes up with a pile of blankets. We spread out in a cushion-lined corner, sitting cross legged, shying away from the expansive glass windows dominating the walls. The night grows colder and we can see our breath as we laugh about whatever. It is a miracle, the conversation that somehow still bubbles up between two people who share so much of each other’s knowledge and memory. A miracle the way waves of energy push the mind towards novelty. We send for a hookah, french fries, and a lassi. The silence is filled by insane scribbling on a napkin, punctuated by insane chuckling. A great boobed monster appears out of the ether. Tears are shed. No other tourists are around, which we are finding to be a typical experience in these northern regions. Only the crazed visit the Himalayas in February. The hookah arrives, coal crackling upon a great bed of shisha. An exploration ensues. When, where, and how to blow clouds of smoke? Into frosty glasses, onto the table, out of the nose, in great O’s. Until our heads are light, until our toes are cold, until the coal is old and grey.

Prayer Wheel Path

‘Emptiness, tell me of your nature, maybe I’ve been getting you wrong’ - Adrianne Lenker

Open eye meditation, because the crystalline mountain air swirling through the gulf between here and there taps on my eyelids. Sunlight gracing the ice along jagged slopes jumps, ringing, towards me. The sound of the prayer flags fluttering is so seductive, I need to watch their every shiver. A bull stands still, staring softly at me. Behind him, in front of him, layers of prayer flags. Prayer flags hang like vines in the jungle; anywhere. Prayer wheels line the path. I walk always with them to my right, I spin them clockwise always. Like riding a bicycle, I will remember how to spin them. I can close my eyes and see them. Old wooden ones, with faded reds and greens. Cheery plastic ones, with scenes full of gods and goddesses twirling by so fast they jump straight into my subconscious. The path is a long one. Monks walk with us. Monks in deep maroon robes, with smooth, shiny, freckled, weathered, tan, brown, baby pink heads. Monks with light, gold wire glasses. Monks bent over their smartphones, monks with canes, monks with heavy books tucked under an arm. A long path circling tall stone walls. Inside, the Dalai Llama sits somewhere. To imagine his journey, across the mountains in fear and hunger. So many have arrived here in rags and frost. I breathe deep, taste sweet comfort and stillness. Here is a sanctuary. Open eye meditation, to paint a portrait of my travel companion. Brown eyes with long lashes. Eyes that look at me from the side, as if the angle keeps more of his soul within. Soft movements, soft breath. Pink, smooth lips. Pale skin like the moon and its craters detailed lightly on a stuffed animal.

Som’s Military House and Hashish

It’s almost unfair how hashish unlocks the energy of the night. Som sits on his bed, while his two friends, Ari, and I sit scattered around the room on plastic chairs. A relaxed circle in an unadorned room. There is a desk, a portable blazing red speaker, and a barrage of noise. Hashish smoke curls in it’s special way upwards, to relax on the ceiling. Hashish rolled in paper, with a bit of tobacco to even the burn. The smoke is thick and likes to coat my fingers as it escapes the cherry. The taste is sweet, the tobacco goes straight to my head. I lean forward in my seat, grasping it’s underside, legs locking, feet floating off the floor, head leaning towards my thighs as I giggle. Then I snap upwards to make eye contact, to project my voice over the mayhem. “Thank you, Shiva! Hashish, the gods love it” “The story of the Bhagavad Gita is the best, bro, the best adventure you could imagine” “Ari, bro, are you okay? Are you ---high?” “What is it really like, in the USA?” “Our generation, we all understand each other because we are all connected, all watch the same movies, listen to the same music, because it’s so easy to travel now” Layers of conversation, darting and spinning around the four walls. Smiling faces and pink eyes. Bowls of chickpeas with onions and tomatoes next to our beers and whiskey cokes. Campfire smoke clings to our jackets, frosty fingers wriggling in our pockets, between our warm thighs. Strange militant politeness layers over an inclination to be as loud and hectic as the busy streets of India. Pervasive idealization of America layered over an undying pride of India, over an easy cool gained living in a country where people sing as they work. Where families stay together and a trip anywhere could take all day. Yet Som speaks of his upcoming move to the USA. I struggle with a desire to spit criticisms about my country and a slow realization that I, too, can be proud of where I am from. Like a child, I fumble to explain my country, it’s history, it’s government, it’s mythology.

Cafe with a View of the Mountains

“you know some girls are bright as the morning, and some have a dark turn of mind” --Gillian Welch

Ilitrate perches on the edge of a gulf between mountain ranges. Modern, intellectual Indians and foreign wanderers in need of coworking space sit with their laptops, bracing against stiff alpine winds. Technology and good taste are put in perspective against the backdrop of the Himalayas. New, nearly virtual, realities of our own creation. Technology, good taste. In-concrete. The sun is blinding the way it reflects off the snow. Far in the distance, perched way up there, is the occasional gompa, temple, home. I close my eyes and imagine someone milking their cow, stoking a fire, a long days walk from anywhere. I trace the ridgeline with my gaze, savoring the way the peaks come to such distinct points. The way the snow builds up in pillowy piles that soften those jagged cliffs. With too strong of a gust our napkins, notes, even cellphones flutter off the cliff. My numb fingers struggle to plan our path to Nepal on my cracked phone, reserving a jumble of busses and trains. Squinting at tiny text, fighting snow-blindness. My hands buzz with the reverberations of strong espresso. With nearly every song that comes on, Ari and I look up at each other with approving excitement. My lips twitch as I look around. The cafe is composed of glass walls and strong dark wooden panels. The effect is airy and almost voyeuristic. Near the entrance, and the busy street on solid ground, the building transitions to muted brick and is covered in small framed paintings. I walk back to the barista to get some water. I try to elongate our conversation, searching her as if I could find her story in the pocket of her flannel, or maybe a button hole. Where does such a woman of two worlds come from, and how? Speaking to the cooks in perfect Hindi and to me in flawless English. At home here, Dharamshala, yet the competent face of an establishment that out-hipsters most cafes in the United States. I take a breath and let the yearning fade. I can only guess at the worlds of others. I am thankful to take home a memory. The knowledge that such places, people, exist. Still, I sit in a squishy leather armchair facing the counter as my eyes rest on a book. The Tibetan Yogas of Dream and Sleep. So strange, how twisted my mind is in the night. I do not understand why my head brims full of hedonism, screams, stalking, phantoms, and relentless anxiety. Tensions that I do not exude but rather that pool within the network of muscles around my lips and eyes. Tension that gives me tenderness in my waking hours. To consume media that is full of horror and bile is to bring pain into this world. I suffer enough. Dream yoga, the page reads, unravels these bad dreams as they appear, allows the karma to release. I look at my trembling hands, feel my twitching cheeks, hear my quivering heart. Will I ever be free of this awkward existence? Ever feel bliss, easy intimacy, invigorating friendships that last? Where do my evils lie... is that the heart of the matter? I try to remember, through the veils of the years, what crime I have committed. Like a holy book, I caress the spine as I get up to return to my chair on the balcony. As I sit down on the cold metal, look back out at the mountains, I calm down. We all will become Buddhas, whether in this life or in one hundred more. Laundry and prayer flags flutter on the porch next door. A group of monkeys chase one another along the colorful tin roofs below me. I am doing the work. I have taken control of my destiny, in coming here. As the world spins, the workforce grinds, I step away.

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#BirthOfChaos #DSM #Mayans #RP

Written by: @BikersRose @HackerSister @ReyesMayans @EZReyesDSM @CrazyAssMayan @PresidentePalo, @BishopLosa

Rosa: I pull my car through the rusty gates of the Romero Bros scrap yard. The sun had barely touched the sky. I liked getting here early. To clean up the place from the night before and make sure fresh coffee was ready when #Bishop and #Hank arrived. If I were more observant I’d have noticed their bikes still parked under the awning in the yard but it was still early and I didn’t see it. The inside of the clubhouse looked like it was hit by a small tornado. It wouldn’t be unusual if last night was a patch party but it was just a normal Wednesday night. Ordinary night, extraordinary mess. “What the fuck happened here?” I reach down to set right an overturned table. My heart pounded fast in my chest when I saw the broken stained glass door leading to Templo. The glass crunched beneath my feet as I slowly stepped over the threshold. I’ve only ever been in there to clean a couple of times. Normally #Hank had the prospect keep it clean. The head chair lay on its side, empty. And #Hank lay unconscious on the floor. I lean down and press my fingers to his neck, his pulse was there slow but there. “Hank?” He was out cold. It finally registered that there were two bikes still parked under the awning. #Hank’s and… #Bishop’s “Hank, where’s Bishop?” The large biker still didn’t respond. I pulled my phone from my back pocket, dialing everyone in the MC. No answer. I mean who really answers their phone before 7 am? I search through my contacts finding @InkedWithPetals number on my phone. I hoped she would answer.

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Rosa Diaz: "Oh shit," I was half expecting another call to go straight to voicemail. The panic had subsided a little but #Hank was still out. Not sure what the protocol was on unconscious bikers. Do I call 911 or do I just pray to Santa Maria to heal him?

"Sorry," I come to my senses and turn my attention back to the call, "I know it's early but someone broke into the clubhouse last night. I found, #Hank, here on the floor, he's still unconscious," I swallow hard, "#Bishop's bike is outside. And he's not here." I start to ramble on about calling the other club members and no one answering their phone. "Pinche pendejos," I grumble, "I didn't know who else to call."

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice groaned at the sound of her phone buzzing at the table beside her head. It was too fucking early and didn't people know she had a fucking hangover.

The patch party for the new San Bernadino prospect lasted well into the next morning. And Juice was feeling the weight of it. In and on her head. Groaning she swipes the message open and reads the text. #Bishop? It took her a minute to register the Santo Padre Prez name. "Fuck," she muttered to herself. She popped the tab of her favorite Red Bull flavor, dragon fruit, and opened her laptop on the table. Santo Padre needed to update its firewall. It was way too easy to hack into their traffic cams.

She watched as a dark van pulled through a light near the corner a block from the clubhouse of the Santo Padre charter. It would be sus on any other day but the day a charter president goes missing multiplied that by a thousand.

After zooming in on the plates she runs a trace. It would take a couple of hours for the results. Just enough time for me to haul her ass down south. She turns on her mobile hotspot, to keep shit going while she drives. Then tuck everything safely in her saddlebags.

Hopefully, the early ass time of day would mean traffic would be at a minimum. :::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: It could have been minutes after I called

a friend for help or it could have been hours. But the time seemed to drag agonizingly long. Time was crucial. The chances of something happening to #Bishop multiplied with each ticket of the clock.

I kept my head about me, trying to keep from focusing on the worst-case scenario. It wouldn't help anyone to panic. I sat with #Hank on the floor. He'd be more comfortable on the couch but I hadn't had nearly enough Wheaties to hoist him up.

Fortunately, his breathing remained steady and his eyes finally fluttered open. I give him a soft smile, "Don't try to get up, Viejo. Help is coming."

I lift my eyes to the door hearing @ReyesAtHeartMC come through the clubhouse doors, "In here." I call out, "There's nothing yet." :::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice was able to weave in and out of the limited traffic on the way down south. She clocked her speed at just over 95.

Oops.

She chuckled to herself as she pulls off the interstate, exit for Santo Padre. The scenery is much different than Charming. But not many places are like small town Charming. Where Juice was the most color that ever graced their streets.

She pulls into the first gas station, as the tank fills her nails type over the keys of her Chromebook. She blinks and blinks again, seeing the name that popped up on the van's registration.

Tomas Montez... the newly patched member that had been missing for the last couple of weeks. What the fuck did he have to do with this?

She types out the message to send to my friend. . Letting her know the address on the vehicle's registration.

Juice chewed on the inside of her lip. Why would a Son kidnap the Prez of the Mayans? The beef had been squashed a long time ago.

The sound of a horn honking and a big man shouting, "¡Fuera del camino!" Pulled her from her thoughts. Juice caught the gist even though she spoke better Yiddish than Spanish and tucked her laptop back in the saddlebag and pulls out of the gas station lot. :::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I look up at Nikki when she asks about #Hank and I return her slight smile, "He seems to be coming around." I hold the large biker down to keep him from moving too much. Not that I could really keep him down if he wanted to move.

"Concussed seems to be the worst of it. But I think he's gonna be ok," I guide #Hank up to a chair. "Take it easy. Do you remember what happened?" Still groggy he tells us it happened fast. But he recognized the face. He holds back. We weren't Mayans and this was Mayans business.

"Do you really think any of us is ignorant of what goes on?" I ask him. "We don't have time for misogynistic bullshit. When we find Bishop we can turn back into ignorant flowers." ::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice finally pulls her Dyna through the rusted gates of the scrap yard. It was strange being here for her without the rest of the club. Especially knowing what she thought she knew.

A Son kidnapped a Mayan.

This information could ignite another war between the two clubs. One that Jax worked so hard to put to an end.

She swallows hard and dismounts her bike. Gathering her bag with her laptop and carries it inside. Juice didn't know how bad the clubhouse was hit until she walked in.

She was never very religious. Only calling out to God during /special/ occasions. But seeing the statue of the Virgin Mary laying on its side brought a tear to her eye. She couldn't help but reach down to right it. Her she kisses the tips of her fingers and the press them to the statue with a silent prayer.

"It's Juice," she calls out. "From SAMCRO." ::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I inch my fingertips lightly over #Hank's head making sure I was right with my assessment. "I would feel better if we got you to a hospital for a head CT," I look directly into his eyes checking the dilation of his pupils. I was a nurse at a low-income clinic so I didn't see severe head injuries on a regular.

"Later," he groaned taking the glass of water that was offered. "I didn't see the mother fuckers," he said. "not until it was too fucking late. It was VM."

"Payback for Abuela's birthday party?" I quirk a brow, giving away how much of the club business I actually retained. I shouldn't know what happened there but I can't help but overhear the talk. And Mayans code wasn't all that covert.

#Hank nods.

I dig through my purse and pull out a sample pack of painkillers, fingers brushing over the linen-textured business card. I wondered if I should give the leader of the cartel a call. Would he be able to help find @BishopLosa or would it cause another problem the club had to deal with.

I tuck the card in my back pocket before handing #Hank the medicine. :::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice rights a chair before sitting down at the table and opens her laptop. She was torn. Did she tell them that the van belonged to a Son who'd been missing? The weight of the kutte on her back told her where her loyalties should lie.

But she also owed it to Alvarez, to Jax's memory, to find the missing Mayans Prez.

She should have reached out to Chibs, but she took it upon herself. Juice wasn't going to let someone else get killed because of her. And Tommy Montez fucked himself by getting involved in this bullshit.

So she pulls up the footage of the traffic cams, showing the dark van that pulled out from the outside of Romero Bros Scrapyard. It was too dark to see faces but they can clearly see a body being loaded inside the sliding door of the van.

"He's alive so far as I can tell," Juice tells the others, "I ran the plates," she swallows hard loyalties still fighting inside her, "They belong to Tomas Montez, he's been missing from SAMCRO for the last couple of weeks." :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I never knew Jax Teller. I'd heard Alvarez tell stories when he came by the clubhouse. Those visits became shorter and less frequent once 'El Padrino' took off his kutte.

To be honest, other than Happy and Packer, I could give a fuck about the Sons of Anarchy. They weren't part of my world here. Not enough that it mattered what they did or didn't do. They were just some other club.

At least until now. Until it looked like one of them took @BishopLosa . I chewed the inside of my lip. We were all worried about him. But there was a knot in the pit of my stomach for words I hadn't said. For words, I hoped like hell that I had a chance to say.

I grab a broom from the closet and start sweeping, something to keep me focused.

"I didn't think anything of it when EZ wasn't in his trailer when I got here," I shift the broken glass in a pile, "I thought he was out helping your Pop." I stop looking up, "Taza was supposed to go out to Vicki's this morning with Creeper. Cell service sucks out that far in the desert," I chuckle softly, "her landline has been out of service for the last couple of days. And they were gonna meet the tech to get it fixed." ::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: "Hey, I don't know that Tommy did this," Juice rambled, "but if he did it wasn't on the club's orders. It wasn't on SAMCRO. We don't do shit like this."

With every fiber of her being Juice knew that #Chibs wouldn't sanction an attack on the Mayans. No matter what bullshit went down on the Southside. He wouldn't betray Alvarez or Jax's promise. But why the fuck would Tommy Montez get involved with this.

"But it was his van. And he's been missing for weeks," she stated, "I can't explain that away. I wish like hell I could."

This act could ignite another Mayan war. The clubs had worked too fucking hard to get things where they were now.

Juice pulls a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her kutte. She didn't smoke much, just when shit was tense. Tucking the cigarette between her lips, she leans into the flame of her lighter. Things were fucking tense. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I paused for a second. I should caution #Hank about drinking with the meds I gave him, but at the moment I knew the warning would fall on deaf ears.

The last of the glass had been swept up so I take a seat at the bar noting what still had to be repaired. The stained glass door needed to be replaced and some furniture. Nothing was stolen, so far as I could tell. The only thing missing was Bishop.

I reach down lifting his hammer from the floor. I finally felt the weight of the thing. I glanced around seeing the weight of everything in the eyes of the other women in the room.

Our place was often just to sit and wait for the guys to solve the problems. We just cleaned up the mess. Sure that was what MC women did. But now it was up to us to fix it. To find Bishop and bring him back.

I set the hammer back on the table with a thud. "There's not time to wait around for the guys to show up," I stated, "the longer someone's missing, the less likely to find them..."

I swallow hard the many episodes of Law and Order run through my mind. I'd have to stop watching that shit before bed after all of this was over.

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Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice had been tracking the traffic cams in Santo Padre looking for the black van. The one that likely had the Mayans Prez thrown in it. The one owned by a missing Reaper.

"If Tommy Montez doesn't have a good as fuck reason for being involved in this shit," she said, "it is definitely gonna hit the fan." She knew #Chibs like a father and he wouldn't put up with this shit from a new patch. She swallowed the rest of her words about it.

"The last place the van was seen was the traffic cam before here," she points out the checkpoint. "Can't see border patrol overlooking a hostage like that. So they've got to be somewhere near there."

Fingers click against the keys, pulling up an overhead map of the area. "Any guesses?" :::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I lean over Juice's shoulder looking at the map. The area was familiar. I reach out and touch the screen, scrolling it up and out.

"I know this place," I tell them, "It's about a few miles from the Qhechan reservation. There's a bunch of old warehouses out there. That has to be where they took him." I look up at the other women and then to #Hank. "You shouldn't drive with your head injury." I raise my hand, "Don't fucking argue, viejo. Did Creeper take the van to Vicki's?"

The large biker shakes his head, "I'm going with. You girls shouldn't do this alone. This is our fight." I nodded in reluctant agreement. Taking the van keys he pulled from his pocket.

"Let's go, we can't wait around for the guys any longer," I say, "I'll have Chuckie keep calling the guys, tell them where we've gone."

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EZ Reyes:

•The afternoon sun beat down on his face. Ez, never thought that his life would be this, the biker life, the MC life. But there was something that he learned. He /was/ cut out for this life. It was way for him to protect his family. And for the longest time, he couldn’t. Now though? He could. He was along his side his brother. It may have not been the most glamorous life, but it was one thing, his.

He rolled his shoulders, popping his neck. Flexing his fingers in and out of a fists. He sat on the steps of the clubhouse. His forearms resting on his knees. He was itching to get out on his bike. He needed to feel the wind on his face and have the ground speeding underneath him. And it couldn’t have come at a better time. Angel, him and few others had to do another run. Once again running drugs, making sure that the packages got there in one piece.

Pushing off the steps, he grabbed his shirt. Pulling it over his head, and down his upper body, then his cut was next. He wore that shit with pride.

Kicking up dust as he walked to his bike. checking to make sure that he had everything ready for the trip they were about to take. Tying off his red bundle on the handle bars of his bike. He even went as far to check his brothers bike. Hey, he had to look out for his brother.

Once everything was checked. He walked into the club house. Time was wasting. If his brother was dick deep in a girl, well it was good send off.

Stepping through the door letting the screen shut behind him. The club was getting ready for a patch party. He was glad to be getting in the road. Not that he minded parties. He just needed this time. He called out.* Angel, brother let’s go! We have to meet them in 20 minutes. If you’re balls deep, wrap it up! •he chuckled, waiting next to the bar.• ::::::::::::::::::::

Angel Reyes: -Angel had finished his conversation with Bishop and Taza not really wanting to do this run but hey you go where you're told. Angel just had a bad feeling something was about to go down but maybe it was that carne asada from the street tacos he tore up last night but seriously one thing after the other suggested a bad omen. He could tell Taza was shitting bricks over Palo and even though Angel never let on about how much he actually paid attention he was. Deep down there was a healthy fear of the Vatos Malditos.

They didn't play by the rules and pretty much nothing was off the table. How much so was still to be determined. Putting on the mask though of invincibility he rolled out of the office with a huge smile playing the fearless big brother routine for EZ. "Man you bitch more than a woman, always barking orders and pretending you're in charge. Why you always worried bout my love life anyway huh? Stop playing hard to get and go get laid yourself so we both can have a fuckin' break." Pointed look as he walked past EZ and punched his arm then stepped outside putting on his shades. This delivery was going across state lines up to Tucson so they'd be on the round for a good four hours or more.

Throwing a leg over the motorcycle he picked up his helmet and put it on. Luckily getting into Yuma wasn't a problem. It was if you were trying to get from Yuma to California that was the bitch. Luckily things would be fairly easy. Motorcycle roared to life and he rolled out the gate beside his brother taking off towards the freeway unaware that hell was about to be unleashed on the club.-

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EZ Reyes:

•He chuckled rubbing his arm.• “And yet you wouldn’t have it any other way. But I’m not going to start cooking for you and wearing an apron.” •Ez, wasn’t just one to hop from bed to bed. But, he would admit, it might take some of the stress off of him. He could tell his brother was worried about something. It wasn’t hard to tell. No matter how tried to hide it. There as always something that gave him away. But he wasn’t about to be a nosey bitch. Not here at the clubhouse anyways. He would have time when they were alone.

Following Angel out. He swung his leg over his motorcycle, strapped on his helmet and started his bike. The rumble felt good beneath him. It made him feel at least a little bit less stressed.

He followed along side Angel, hand laying against his thigh. Getting to the meet up point. It was then going to be the four hour ride. And he was happy about it. As happy as he could be anyways.

They met up, got into formation, cell phone turned on silent for the ride. As they road towards the setting sun.•

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Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice nods in agreement. Time was definitely not on their side. The Mayan Prez had been missing for several hours. She didn't want to say out loud what could have already happened to the man. "The VM are fucking ruthless," she recalls the stories from that table meeting several weeks ago, "but working with them passed the table." Juice closes her laptop and snuffs out the cigarette she had been smoking. "I get what went down after that shit at the lodge," she states, "if it had been our club, retaliation would have been a given too. But looks like a war was started and this is just the beginning." Juice swallowed hard, "We have a location. We better hurry."

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Rosa Diaz: "You know how to shoot a gun, cariño?" #Hank asked. I suppose if shit happened that was a light question. I didn't think about that until I stuffed the key in the ignition. "I live in a shit neighborhood," I shuffle through my purse and pull out my .22, safety still on. "I've never /had/ to use it. But I know how to. I'm licensed and everything." "Shooting a target is different than shooting a man," he said. "If it comes to it, do you think you can do it?" He looks from me to Nikki and back. I chew the inside of my lip, "To save Bishop," I told him, "I wouldn't fucking hesitate." #Hank gives me a nod. I could see the hesitation on his face. But we were all that he had. The guys were unavailable.

-The ride had taken them to the suburbs called Corona de Tucson. It was something out of a Better Homes and Garden spread, you could really expect Betty White to come out with milk and cookies wearing a damn apron. But this was apparently where the whetto's hung out that had some cash. A quiet transfer, not much conversation and we were back on the road. Hitting the freeway I cranked it open because the damn sun was burning my skin something fierce. You could see the heat rising up from the payment, hell we could have fried and egg on that shit with no problem. Coming through the mountain pass hitting the deserted straight away of road my phone starting to ping like a mutherfucker. After the umpteenth time I gave the signal and we pulled into a rest stop. I could use some water and take a piss anyway. Pushing my shades up after taking off the hot-ass helmet I rubbed my eyes pulling the cell out and looking at it. It was to hot and had shut off so not to fry itself. Fuckin' /perfect/. -Mumbling as I head for john.-

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Juice: After snapping her laptop closed, Juice follows the women outside. They had a destination now and that was something. What they'd do when they reached it that was another story.

With the club, there was always a chance we'd have to pull our guns. She checks the one she kept tucked in her saddlebag. Full clip and a spare.

Would it be enough?

She guessed it had to be.

Her leg swung over her bike and she settled in the seat. The bike roaring to life as she follows the van out of the rusted gate of Romero Bros Scrap Yard.

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Bishop: -Coming too, quickly finding my wrists are cuffed behind me to the chair I'm in. I've had my ass kicked more than a few times so I wasn't surprised. Trying to move my legs, they were secured as well. Who had me? That was the million-dollar question, if death was the end game then I'd be dead already so either I had something they wanted or they weren't intending on killing me. I'm guessing soon as they get what they want then I'm gonna be dead. Had to figure out where I was but more importantly how to get loose. I didn't want to die today. I heard voices in the distance and a scuff of boots on the floor. It smelt like dust and salt, suddenly the hood was yanked off and there stood some leather-wearing chick with a knife. Blinking I took in the other person... Palo. Fuck me. So he put shit together quick, they'd teamed up but I wasn't anything special just a fucking club prez.... but maybe they wanted something else. Clearing my throat I sat up straighter, important to stand your ground even when you're fucked.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa: I typed the address into the GPS and pull out onto the road. I could almost hear #Angel's teasing for using the thing. Why he wasn't answering the phone? Why none of the other guys answer their phones? Did the VM get them too?

I worried that something would happen that we wouldn't make it in time. That a cop other than Franky Rogan would be working the highway on the way and I'd have to drive the speed limit. My foot pressed harder on the gas as every bad thought raced through my head.

"It shouldn't be too long before we get there," I glanced in the rearview making sure I hadn't lost Juice. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juice: Juice kept safely close to the van. Speeding up and weaving between cars that got in the way. Splitting between lanes to keep the van in my sites.

She couldn't fathom how Tommy Montez got himself tangled up in this but a reckoning would happen when #Chibs or #Jax found out what was going down. Her gut went back to the times she was tempted to do shit that would get her ostracized from her club. But she found her way back.

She only hoped that the trust she'd damaged with them was completely lost. Maybe saving this Mayan King would make everything right.

Or at least right-er. ::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa: "Angel and EZ left yesterday on an Arizona run," #Hank told me. I let out a sigh of relief. Most of the guys were accounted for. I didn't want to lose another family. Not like this, and not at the hands of a fucking lunatic.

The club didn't fill me in on everything but I knew from the way #Taza spoke about this El Palo person he wasn't someone you'd want to meet in a dark alley alone.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins as we got closer to the Reservation. Fear and nerves all rolled into one. I knew that I'd have to get my hands dirty. And for the Mayans, the men who'd become my family, I'd gladly drag myself through the mud for. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

EZ: •The sun and heat were brutal. Sweat ran down his back, shirt sticking to his body. It wasn’t going to get any better. Hand resting on his thigh, between his legs. It still felt good to be out on the road.

Movement caught his eye, following Angel to the rest stop. He kicked the stand down. Turning off his bike and shutting it off. Taking off his helmet, he swung his leg and got off his bike. Taking out a bandanna and wiping the sweat from his face.

Watching Angel, his brother was pissed off, if the words that flew out of his mouth, were anything to go by. He grabbed two bottles of water. And walked to follow Angel, as his phone went off. He dug it out, but couldn’t see a damn thing. Stowing it back in his pocket. He started walking again. Catching up the Angel, handing him a bottle of water.• What’s got you pissed off? •Ez, twisted the top of his bottle and drained half of the water. The cool water rushing down his throat.•

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Angel Reyes: Fuckin' phone shut off it's hot. I had texts and missed calls blowin' it up till it shut off from the heat. -Washing his hands he took the phone out and laid it on the back of the sink hoping the shit would cool off and turn back on.- You got service yet? I got a bad fuckin' feelin' can't shake it. Lately, the only luck we have is /bad/ and that delivery just went too damn smoothly.

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Palo: •Palo, stood as he stared and Bishop. It had taken awhile but now he would pay for what he done, or rather had done. It took great effort not to slit his throat. After shooting up Grandma's party. He might not even remember it. Though today he would remember. Through his screams and blood he would. If it was the last thing he did. And then he would kill him and toss his body. With a nod of his head, the cover was ripped from his head. He relished in the shocked look on his face. He almost cracked a smile on his stone face. He gave a nod and the woman stepped back. Palo was all that Bishop could see. He wanted him to only see him. He knew who he was, he knew just how fucked up he was as well. He stood and studied him a few moments. Letting Bishop’s mind wonder and go crazy as to why he was here. After he felt enough time had passed. He spoke.• “Tell me Bishop, why do you think you’re here?”

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Bishop: -Sinking feeling, "El Palo" had a reputation for being absolutely ruthless. From previous experience knew he could not be trusted and he'd kill pretty much anyone without a second thought. Bishop took a deep breath, this crazy mother fucker was gonna kill him and they both knew it.- I'm here because of your lack of honor. Your club started this shit, then you made a deal with the Sons... Your guys are /dead/ because of /you/. You wanna try to spin this shit and make yourself feel better go right ahead but we both know the truth. You didn't even have the balls to fuckin' call me out. You took the pussy way out and pulled this shit. So go ahead and get it over with but I can promise my /guys/ with hunt /you/ down and once they do well it will make whatever you do to me look like a toddler party.

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EZ: •He dug out his phone, showing him a black screen.• I got shit. •taking another drink of his water. He had learned to trust Angel when it came to this. If he had a bad feeling, then there was bound to be something up. Nods• I say we need to get back to the club as as we can. •he walked over and took Angel’s phone. Grabbing some paper towels he wet them until they were damp. Ringing out the water, he let the cool paper towels help to cool his phone.• But we’re still a good ways away. This might help and get your phone back on.

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Angel: -Leave it to EZ to think up shit, Angel watched and nodded. Carrying the paper towel-wrapped phone outside he got on his bike and started it up. About to roll back the phone started dinging like a son of a bitch again, he covered the screen with his hand to be able to read shit.- Son of a bitch... -Raising his voice of the rumble of the engines.- Bishop's been grabbed, Juice has a lead on his location! Haul ass! -Angel texts @HackerSister. "We're on our way, bout an hour out."

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Angel: -Adrenaline pumping the roar of the motorcycles killing any real thoughts for now. Everything had been leading up to this point. With each notch in the chain, he knew that they'd end up in serious shit. Too much had happened not to. Side glance to EZ before opening up the throttle, they'd be there very soon and some assholes were going to pay in blood for missing with Bish.

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EZ: •Ez, ran to his bike. Shit had just hit the fan. Bishop, had been taken. With the bike roaring to life, he peeled out behind his brother. With a twist of his hand, he pushed his bike, it teased with the line of pushing too hard. Angel had been right, things had been going too damn easy. The other shoe had dropped. And fuck they weren’t there to even stop it from falling. Pure rage boiled the blood the coiled through his veins. They had messed with the wrong fucking MC. Meeting his brother's gaze, he nodded. Bodies were going to be hitting the floor. We would paint the streets with their blood

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El Palo: •He let him talk. No emotion showed on his face, even though anger and rage boiled his blood. He should just slit his throat and get it over with. He was tired of hearing the asshole talk. In his eyes, Bishop was nothing, nothing but a bug to be smashed under his. He had killed his own blood. Make no mistake Bishop would fear him. He could sit there, trying to look proud. He might even give him credit for doing it. A humorless chuckle fell from his lips.• You think I care about your /men/. •hard eyes meeting his.• Let them come, let come and face El Palo. I’ll be their worse nightmare. Just as I will be yours. They will be buried right beside you. You can have that one comfort. •without a second thought. His fist came out and landed hard onto his face. Rearing back again he landed even harder. The crack of bone under his fist, the warmth of his blood coating his fingers and splattering his face. Vision turning red, letting his anger loose. Every hit that landed made him crave more, and more he gave and gave.•

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Bishop: -Nose broke for sure, blood running from his mouth and nostrils he couldn't register exactly the hurt because the crazy fucker was still beating on him. Head snapped one way and the other. His chest hurt from the blows and every time he went to get another breath he was hit again somewhere in there, his noggin was hit one too many times and he blacked out. Slumped in the chair, blood dripping down and soaking into his shirt he was out cold.-

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Rosa: I was a nervous wreck, pacing back and forth beside the side of the van. I probably checked my phone a dozen or more times seeing who was coming and how far they were away "Calm down, cariña," Hank says, "They're coming." "I know," I tell him, "I can't help but worry. It's my thing. Especially when I don't know what the fuck is going on," I couldn't let my mind wander to the what ifs. Cause I had ideas how bad they could get. And the longer we waited the more things started to pop in my head. "I'm gonna need you all to distract me cause if you don't I'm imagining all kinds of horrors happening to him. And it does not do anyone any good if I'm all panicky."

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Juice: Juice watches as Rosa paces. She never had anyone she was committed to like that. She had the club. She had the patch. But she didn't have someone special that she'd do anything for. Never thought about it really. But she could see what caring about someone did to a person. How it made them feel when you didn't come home. So Juice wasn't sure if it were better that she didn't have someone or not.

"Shouldn't be too much longer."

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Angel: -Angel took the turnoff and geared down as he got closer. Rolling up to a stop his first thought “How bad is it?” his second thought was “What the fuck is Rosa doing here?” Killing the engine he got off his bike. Helmet came off and he looks at Hank.- What the fuck happened?

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EZ: •Ez, followed his brother. Even at this speed, it wasn’t hard. His mind racing as they pulled in and parked. Slipping off his helmet. He looked at all who were here.Fuck, Hank was going to get his balls cut off, for Rosa being here. Swinging his leg, he got off his bike. walking beside Angel. This was a mess. Why in the fuck would Hank even let Rosa out here. Shaking his head, as he pushed his hands into his pockets. Focusing on Hank, the question fell from his mouth.• Why do you have Rosa out here? Bishop will have your balls.

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El Palo: *The fucker was out cold. With only pissed him off. His knuckles bloody and bruised, but he felt no pain. He looked around to the few men that stood around watching on. His face showing no emotion, he spoke evenly and calmly.* Wake his ass up. *he didn't care how it was done, he just wanted that shit done. His right hand stepped forward, with a blow torch, El Palo smirked. The only sign that he was enjoying this. The man stepped forward, as the bright blue and red flame burst from the nozzle. Bending down he ran the tip of the flame along the tip of his fingers. El Palo crossed his arms and watched on. Waiting for the asshole to wake up.*

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Bishop: -The temporary reprieve was over quickly, heat sparked up his nerves and caused him to jerk away blinking and confused. His face beat to hell, he was trying to figure out what was going on when his eyes blurry as they were registered El Palo standing behind his torturer. He leaned forward mumbling and as the guy with the blow torch leaned in he head-butted the bastard hard as he could. Rocking forward he got to his feet and lunged at El Palo still tied to the chair. They crashed to the concrete floor and Bishop tugged at his restraints trying it get free. The chair had broken and at least one hand was free. Grabbing him by the throat he squeezed trying to kill the insane bastard.-

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Rosa: I felt my heart relax a little with the sound of approaching motorcycles. They meant we could finally get a move on and get to Bishop. I knew from the look on all their faces they didn't think I belonged here. And in the pit of my stomach, I knew that too. I should be back at the clubhouse wiping of the bar waiting around for them to come back. Instead of putting myself in the line of fire.

I hated feeling like I had to explain my presence so I didn't. "Let's go," I swung the door of the van open and climbed behind the wheel, and started the engine.

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Juice: Juice hangs back a little watching the Mayans pull up. She still had no idea why Tommy would be involved in this. Or what the fuck all of this was about. It wouldn't take much to launch things back into a war with the Mayans again. One that they'd fought so hard to get out of.

She didn't want to be caught in the crossfire if a war broke out. But she knew sure as fuck that Chibs didn't sanction this shit. Not kidnapping a club President.

Juice wasn't about to step in the middle of Mayan business as she watched Rosa climb into the van. There wasn't time for that now.

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Angel: -No one was talking much he shook his head and grabbed an AK from the van and loaded it. Grabbing a couple extra clips he put it in a duffle and picked up a handgun.- I dunno about you fuckers but I'm going about Bish, anything gets past me kill it. -Heading towards the back of the building looking for a way in that wouldn't give them away or get them killed. Crates were stacked up and a fire escape ladder led to the roof. He doubted these fuckers were thinking about full building security so he went for the high ground and started climbing.-

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EZ: *The thought of Bishop, hurt, taken or worse killed. Didn't sit well with Ez, as didn't no one saying a damn thing. First his brother Angel, had brought him in, then it was Bishop that took it up. He wouldn't let anyone hurt his prez or anyone he cared about. The women shouldn't be here. It was dangerous for them. Flickering his gaze to Angel, he wasn't going to ordered around by anyone other then his prez. But hell if he was going to let his brother, go in there alone. He would always have his back. Follow suit, he grabbed his hand gun, checking it to make sure that he had enough bullets, slipping it into the waist band of his jeans. He nodded to his brother.* "Right behind you." *He held his own AK with the butt nustled against his shoulder. He watched his brother climb. Eyes turned and scanned the area around them. Ready to kill any that would take out his brother. Nothing would get past him.*

#DSM Mayans RP

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#TheBirthOfChaos

Written by: @BikersRose @HackerSister @EnragedRuffian @ReyesMayans @EZReyesDSM

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Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice groaned at the sound of her phone buzzing at the table beside her head. It was too fucking early and didn't people know she had a fucking hangover.

After zooming in on the plates she runs a trace. It would take a couple hours for the results. Just enough time for me to haul her ass down south. She turns on her mobile hotspot, to keep shit going while she drives. Then tuck everything safely in her saddlebags.

Hopefully the early ass time of day would mean traffic would be at a minimum.

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Rosa Diaz: It could have been minutes after I called

@InkedwithPetals

for help or it could have been hours. But the time seemed to drag agonizingly long. Time was crucial. The chances of something happening to #Bishop multiplied with each ticket of the clock.

Fortunately, his breathing remained steady and his eyes finally fluttered open. I give him a soft smile, "Don't try to get up, Viejo. Help is coming."

I lift my eyes to the door hearing @ReyesAtHeartMC

come through the clubhouse doors, "In here." I call out, "There's nothing yet."

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Chapter 3 (Haven't added to tumblr yet)

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Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice was able to weave in and out of the limited traffic on the way down south. She clocked her speed at just over 95.

Oops.

She pulls into the first gas station, as the tank fills her nails type over the keys of her Chromebook. She blinks and blinks again, seeing the name that popped up on the van's registration.

Tomas Montez... the newly patched member that had been missing for the last couple of weeks. What the fuck did he have to do with this?

She types out the message to send to

@inkedwithPetals

. Letting her know the address on the vehicle's registration.

Juice chewed on the inside of her lip. Why would a Son kidnap the Prez of the Mayans? The beef had been squashed a long time ago.

The sound of a horn honking and a big man shouting, "¡Fuera del camino!" Pulled her from her

thoughts. Juice caught the gist even though she spoke better Yiddish than Spanish and tucked her laptop back in the saddlebag and pulls out of the gas station lot.

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"Concussed seems to be the worst of it. But I think he's gonna be ok," I guide #Hank up to a chair. "Take it easy. Do you remember what happened?"

Still groggy he tells us it happened fast. But he recognized the face. He holds back. We weren't Mayans and this was Mayans business.

"Do you really think any of us is ignorant of what goes on?" I ask him. "We don't have time for misogynistic bullshit. When we find Bishop we can turn back into ignorant flowers."

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A Son kidnapped a Mayan.

This information could ignite another war between the two clubs. One that Jax worked so hard to put to an end.

She swallows hard and dismounts her bike. Gathering her bag with her laptop and carries it inside. Juice didn't know how bad the clubhouse was hit until she walked in.

"It's Juice," she calls out. "From SAMCRO."

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"Later," he groaned taking the glass of water that was offered. "I didn't see the mother fuckers," he said. "not until it was too fucking late. It was VM."

#Hank nods.

or would it cause another problem the club had to deal with.

I tuck the card in my back pocket before handing #Hank the medicine.

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But she also owed it to Alverez, to Jax's memory, to find the missing Mayans Prez.

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Rosa Diaz: I never knew Jax Teller. I'd heard Alverez tell stories when he came by the clubhouse. Those visits became shorter and less frequent once 'El Padrino' took off his kutte.

At least until now. Until it looked like one of them took

@BishopLosa

. I chewed the inside of my lip. We were all worried about him. But there was a knot in the pit of my stomach for words I hadn't said. For words, I hoped like hell that I had a chance to say.

I grab a broom from the closet and start sweeping, something to keep me focused.

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Juana "Juice" Ortiz: "Hey, I don't know that Tommy did this," Juice rambled, "but if he did it wasn't on the club's orders. It wasn't on SAMCRO. We don't do shit like this."

With every fiber of her being Juice knew that #Chibs wouldn't sanction an attack on the Mayans. No matter what bullshit went down on the Southside. He wouldn't betray Alverez or Jax's promise. But why the fuck would Tommy Montez get involved with this.

"But it was his van. And he's been missing for weeks," she stated, "I can't explain that away. I wish like hell I could."

This act could ignite another Mayan war. The clubs had worked too fucking hard to get things where they were now.

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Rosa Diaz: I paused for a second. I should caution #Hank about drinking with the meds I gave him, but at the moment I knew the warning would fall on deaf ears.

I reach down lifting his hammer from the floor. I finally felt the weight of the thing. I glanced around seeing the weight of everything in the eyes of the other women in the room.

I set the hammer back on the table with a thud. "There's not time to wait around for the guys to show up," I stated, "the longer someone's missing, the less likely to find them..."

I swallow hard the many episodes of Law and Order run through my mind. I'd have to stop watching that shit before bed after all of this was over.

"...Alive."

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Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice had been tracking the traffic cams in Santo Padre looking for the black van. The one that likely had the Mayans Prez thrown in it. The one owned by a missing Reaper.

"The last place the van was seen was the traffic cam before here," she points out the checkpoint. "Can't see border patrol overlooking a hostage like that. So they've got to be somewhere near there."

Fingers click against the keys, pulling up an overhead map of the area. "Any guesses?"

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Rosa Diaz: I lean over Juice's shoulder looking at the map. The area was familiar. I reach out and touch the screen, scrolling it up and out.

The large biker shakes his head, "I'm going with. You girls shouldn't do this alone. This is our fight." I nodded in reluctant agreement. Taking the van keys he pulled from his pocket.

"Let's go, we can't wait around for the guys any longer," I say, "I'll have Chuckie keep calling the guys, tell them where we've gone."

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EZ Reyes:

Pushing off the steps, he grabbed his shirt. Pulling it over his head, and down his upper body, then his cut was next. He wore that shit with pride.

Once everything was checked. He walked into the club house. Time was wasting. If his brother was dick deep in a girl, well it was good send off.

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EZ Reyes:

Following Angel out. He swung his leg over his motorcycle, strapped on his helmet and started his bike. The rumble felt good beneath him. It made him feel at least a little bit less stressed.

He followed along side Angel, hand laying against his thigh. Getting to the meet up point. It was then going to be the four hour ride. And he was happy about it. As happy as he could be anyways.

They met up, got into formation, cell phone turned on silent for the ride. As they road towards the setting sun.•

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barbika1508 · 6 years

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Full of surprises (Min Yoongi x Reader / Mention of smut)

Words; 3,4k

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mention of Smut / Start of Smut

Warnings; The girl character in this story is Bisexual, Cursing, Start of Sexy times

Authors note: B/F/N means best friends name…he’s a guy in this story so guy best friend //example// means they are talking over the phone

Summary: You’re talking on the phone with your best friend, Yoongi overhears it and gets slightly jealous about the conversation deciding to distract you. And oh boy does he distract you.

Reader’s P.O.V.

//Oh, I would definitely sit on his face. // I comment immediately not hesitating and chuckle darkly as I stare at the screen of the laptop before me.

//I see why...man I would...// I immediately grin widely at the reply, switching the tabs on the search engine, pulling out the article I was reading and opening up the word document once more. I’ve been good for the past hour, doing my school assignment. That was until my B/F/N called and completely sidetracked me.

//Yes right?! Bruh the things I would do...// I shudder making B/F/N sigh on the other end.

//Oke to far. // he calls out but I notice the weird silence in the house. I shift on the slightly squeaky chair glancing towards the hallway and living room. I’ve been here for over an hour, settled in the kitchen by myself; hence the spread mess of my notes, laptop and other things I’m working on. It’s a much-needed preparation for many work and school related things. The thing that is puzzling me is the silence. Because until 5 minutes ago my boyfriend was happily blasting music from his room, working on some beats. I listen paying attention to my surroundings, as B/F/N isn’t saying anything on the other line. Maybe he has put finally headphones in like I told him too.

//Anyways…oh shit bro no come on…// I half moan as I pull the blinking chat up, B/F/N sending another picture like before but this time of a girl. A good looking one

//Yes, and yes!!!!// he shouts on the other end enthusiastically while I take the girl in.

//But let’s be real the things I would do to her…worship key word worship…// I moan dramatically at the mere thought throwing my head back, while he groans on the other end. But my boyfriend crosses my mind despite me just fooling around. He’s still my number one thought.

//Damnit! By your voice I believe you would do even better than me for fucks sake L/N!!// he complains and the way he does it, I immediately burst into loud genuine laughter tears gathering in my eyes, as I clutch my phone in hand tightly, as he continues to complain //Seriously, you should have thought me tricks…I’m not saying having a threesome, but I mean…you should have taught me your wayssssss…//

//Should, should, should past tense. // I calm down briefly catching onto his words.

//Yeah, you’re clearly taken. // he snorts back to which I kick the table accidentally.

‘’Ouch fuck!!!!’’ I curse clutching onto my leg, while B/F/N mocks me on the other side.

//That’s what you get for doubting me!!// yet I straighten up instead as I close of the chat, and let the things I have to do onto the front. But I slightly jump at the figure at the doorway from the hallway. Yoongi just stands there glaring at me //Plus sexy times definitely you had them, you were way too much in a good mood this morning, when you called me!!! Plus, the selfies?! Come on it's written in your eyes. You like him a lot! Dare I say love him?!!// he starts to sing while I watch Yoongi make his way over and pulls out the chair on my right and sits himself down.

//Shut up!!// I hiss blushing as I reach over to click a few windows away from the screen and glance back up at Yoongi whose eyes shift onto my own. But he remains completely neutral and just stares.

‘’Are you gonna be done soon?! I need your opinion on something. Today.’’ He goes straight to the point while I nod and turn to my laptop. He doesn’t seem to be to pleased with me. and he was all smiles just a few hours ago. Uh oh what did I do now?!

//I have to go. // I state interrupting my best friend who remained rambling on unbothered.

//You’re ditching me for sex, aren’t you?! THAT’S MY GIRL!!!!// He starts shouting so much that I have to lean the phone away from my ear frowning. But I see Yoongi smiles at that.

‘’Come when you can.’’ My boyfriend says and then he’s up and walking away.

//Sadly, no sexy times! // I sing back but B/F/N is laughing //I swear you’re a 12-year-old boy in a 30-year-old body!!!//

//I…heeeeeyyyyyyyy!!! 30?????? DO you want to dieee??!??!?! // he shouts even louder.

//I’m going to kill you!!!// I threaten him back but then he’s shouting at someone on the other line. I take his distraction to quickly gather my stuff into a pile of papers and notebooks, and shut my laptop letting everything just sit on the table, as I get up.

//One of these days you’re going to blow my eardrums out. // I speak up getting his attention walking into the hallway turning off the lights in the kitchen.

//I think it’s going to be the other way around you bastard! // he jokes in the end making me snort, but smile in amusement. I glance in question at the open doors of Yoongi’s room but enter it either way to find Yoongi clicking away at the computer, not even turning around to acknowledge me.

//I’m your bastard though! Stuck for life!!// I sing happily off the remaining lights and close the door after me.

//Are you sure about that? // B/F/N goes on mockingly.

//I love you!!!!// I sing going over to Yoongi’s bed my eyes trained in curiosity at the files the rapper is opening and closing over the computer screen.

//Yea, yeah love you to short stuff. //

//Bye bastard numero 2. //

//Bye L/N. // before I can comment on that he hangs up making me snort. Bastard indeed. I glance quickly at my phone at the few messages that have already piled up, but throw the phone over the bed a moment later forgetting about it for now. Yet the silence outstretches on. But I also notice the extra lack of Yoongi’s activity and reactions to me. Odd. Should I be worried? I think I should.

Yoongi’s P.O.V.

I keep clicking away, switching the tabs figuring out a way how to be efficient as Y/N agreed to listen to the stuff I’ve came up with so far. Even before we started to date 4 months ago we were good friends, and she’s one of the rare people that told me to my face is any of the things I did were shit. Which I appreciated and still do.

But it seems that today her focus is elsewhere, as she rather spends her time talking about sex that doing school work like she told me she would. She talked about sex so openly though. Loud and obvious to anyone that has a sense of the English language. Like I don’t understand English at all. It’s frustrating. Really it is, because there is nothing I would rather than just, pin her down and…

‘’Oppa.’’ She speaks up breaking the dreadful silence. But before I can look up at her and reply back, she’s raising my hand from the mouse and she’s suddenly there her weight being pressed onto me.

‘’Wha…’’ I start and it registers in my brain that she just sat on me. Onto my lap. A then as I shift she brings both legs comfortably over the handles of the chair, and wraps them around me, her chest presses against my own, arms settling behind my back pushing me slightly forward as she rests her head near my own, her breath tickling me.

‘’You’re warm.’’ She comments calmly. A completely different attitude and mood than a moment before. I force myself to relax, and scotch forward to the table, my hand on the mouse once more.

‘’It’s summer.’’ I reply the obvious as I pretend to be busy. Because she’s not paying attention to what we’re supposed to be doing either way. And yet somehow, I can’t bring myself to be mad at her. Not even a little bit.

But I am hyper aware of her, and every touch. Everywhere her body is in contact with my own. I could just rest my hand casually onto her thigh that’s exposed. So easily. Fuck. And I could easily, press her down onto myself, make her grind onto my growing erection. Because a girl like her…wearing only shorts, that barely leave anything hidden, and one of my own t-shirts…it does things. I get suddenly Goosebumps as she reaches up with one hand, running her fingers up my neck, and into my hairline, raising them up.

My finger stops above the mouse, as she scraps her nails up my scalp and all I can do is shudder and close my eyes enjoying the shiver running down my spine. Then she’s pressing light kisses onto the side of my neck.

‘’How bad would it be if we didn’t do this now?!’’ she then asks with a gentle tone, her lips hovering over my ear, before she slides her nose down the side of my neck, my fingers curling into fists.

‘’It wouldn’t be the end of the world…’’ I hesitate not really understanding where she is going with whatever she is doing now. She hums simply, and starts to trail kisses up my neck. Her arms pull back so I lean against the chair, making us both tilt backwards. She shifts forward along the movement, her crotch now settled directly over my own. And I glance up at her lost, feeling her hands, pull at my own. She places them over her hips, and then she’s hovering over me, as she runs her fingers over the skin of my arms, and then settles her small delicate hands over my cheeks as she looks down at my lips and then meets my gaze. I already see how dilated her eyes are.

And I can’t help but to smirk ‘’See something you like?’’ I can’t help but to tease, as I lower my hands down slowly, until I’m holding her ass squeezing it firmly, making her jump slightly. But I’m delighted to hear the shaky breath she makes at the friction that makes me want to groan out loud as well.

‘’I do.’’ she admits finally smirking, as her hold over my shoulder becomes firmer and then she’s bucking her hips against me; this time around I groan in satisfaction because of the friction against my growing hardness. I watch as her grin turns mischievous and before I can act she’s the one leaning down kissing me. And the passion from last night isn’t any dimmer, only fiercer. I slide my hands up from her ass in between the juncture of her hips and legs gripping onto her tightly and make her roll her hips down firmer.

I earn myself a hiss from her, while I growl lowly, glaring when she turns back her grip only slowly lessening on the back of my hair that she pulled me by.

But no words need to be said. She’s leaning in pressing her lips harsher into my own, and there are teeth clashing but she doesn’t seem to mind, as I fight her trying to win over the kiss to show her, that I’m in charge. But I half focus as I guide her along to grind her hips against me the friction still not enough to ensure any kind of true pleasure.

I bite into her lower lip leaning back to find her grinning, and already a bit breathless. But there’s a dangerous twinkle in her eyes as she stares down at me, her grip on the back of my hair still very much present but she’s not putting any serious pressure.

Raising one eyebrow up she lets out a chuckle coming to a still ‘’Should we maybe…’’ she starts teasingly, running her fingers gently up my throat making me shiver slightly at her light feather touch ‘’…move this somewhere else?!’’ I grin wide, but met her eagerly into another heated kiss, her hands roaming lower down, over my chest and stomach.

‘’Are you sure you’re ready for it?’’ I tease breaking the kiss, but lean in to start pressing kisses to her neck. She lets out a mewl in pleasure in reply.

‘’Don’t challenge me Min Yoongi.’’ She pushes me back against the chair once more and glares at me, hand pressed firm against my chest before she’s ducking down, her teeth gently scraping over the side of my neck, making me hiss this time as she easily finds that special spot on my neck. My grip tightens around her, my fingers curling as she proceeds to, bite my neck making me tense up before she’s licking over the bite mark.

And then she’s chuckling. I growl when I met her eyes and then take a hold under her thighs lifting her up with me. She shrieks for a moment holding onto me while the chair almost topples over behind us.

‘’You’re full of surprises.’’ She says breathlessly while I gently let her stand on her own.

‘’You haven’t seen nothing yet.’’ I reply leaning in for a kiss but then she’s biting my lower lip. The triumphal cocky attitude comes to the front, her hands lowering over my own that are resting over her ass.

‘’Come on then!’’ she encourages making me step backwards ‘’I’d gladly stay here but I think, your bed sounds more convenient.’’ She says making me chuckle as she tries to step around me, but I tighten my hold on her hands, and pull her into me making her feel how hard she has made me. She gasps at that her hand raising over my own, as I have one resting underneath her breasts.

‘’You don’t even need a bed, only me.’’ I growl and gently bite into the side of her neck, making her giggle joyfully.

‘’Sounds very promising.’’ She sighs shuddering a bit in anticipation. As she tugs her hands away I let her go hesitantly but watch curiously as she steps around me, brushing past me intentionally. I chuckle at her playfulness and watch as she sways her hips until she’s at the bed, climbing onto it making sure to display her ass. The shirt rills up revealing her stomach and back, while the shorts are clinging tightly over her fleshy thighs and bottom.

She readjusts the pillows (I added another one just for her because I only had pillows meant for me. I actually went out myself to buy it and tried it out for her to have and be comfortable when sleeping with me), but raises onto her knees her hands inching down to the end of the shirt. I raise an eyebrow as I approach the bed with light steps, her hands dropping from the shirt. Tease.

‘’So…’’ she starts but I’m suddenly before her staring down at her.

‘’You’re going to be a good girl now and you’re going to sit on my face.’’ I say utterly calm, as I stare down at her with hooded eyes, while my hand sneaks underneath her chin. She gulps visibly clearly caught off guard. And I can’t help but to grin as I trace my thumb over her lower lip, as I keep up the act. Because in reality I’m terrified that she’s going to refuse and reject me. we’re in a still rather fresh relationship and haven’t really talked about everything.

But then she’s closing her mouth and gulping nodding her head faintly, eyes still fixated onto me. Leaning down I peck her gently, and then tap the outside of her right thigh ‘’Scotch.’’ I say watching as she moves, while I lie onto the bed and reach for the button of my jeans ‘’What are you waiting for?’’ I ask glancing down at her legs ‘’I want those off.’’ I say sternly as I undo the zipper of my jeans. She’s then back smirking, and another wave of excitement and again anxiety rushes through me. But I watch intently as she climbs over me and starts tugging down my jeans. I raise an eyebrow in question.

‘’I want you to be comfortable too Oppa.’’ I bite the inside of my lip, at the name she just called me. And the cocky smile doesn’t disappear from her lips as she proceeds to tug of my pants. Fuck. She knows already exactly how to play me. Oppa. Fuck I want her to call me that all the time. And the fucking tease she is, of course she uses this card now.

Readjusting the pillow underneath my neck, I quirk a brow up and smirk as she stands up and then reaches beneath the long shirt to undo her shorts. The smile is cocky; she knows exactly what she’s doing. I watch as she tugs off one piece of clothing. But I catch the blue panties in the pile she drops on the ground. Stepping over she hovers over me the shirt still on.

‘’Off.’’ she orders simply tugging at my shirt. For some reason, I don’t protest and proceed to take the simple black t-shirt I’m wearing off ‘’Some goes for you baby girl.’’ She reacts immediately at my words to which I stare at the black sports bra that adores her chest but hides it away. I got her the bra. I growl lowly as she slides it off, leaving her bare. And as I stare at her sitting in my lap, without shame baring herself at me only one thought crosses my mind; Mine.

‘’Are you sure about this?!’’ she leans over me, both hands on both sides of my head as her eyes stare into my own. I reach up with my left-hand tracing her cheek, as I take her in. The way her hair, cages us both into a world of our own, how her gaze is soft and understanding but still loving and caring. The cocky attitude is forgotten for the moment. And this is the serious, girl I know and the one who I fell in love with. The passionate girl, that’s stands up to injustice and builds on herself wanting to make herself better but also gives everything to help others. The one that wants me to be a better man for her.

‘’Have you never done this before?’’ I tease her instead breaking into a cocky smile of my own. And then she’s chuckling easily shaking her head slightly, as I push a few strands behind her ear.

‘’We both know, the answer is yes.’’ She states confidently ‘’I just don’t know about you. You are still a mystery to me Min Yoongi.’’ She teases, touching my nose with her own as I smile.

‘’Despite the tough demander you’ve build up, I know who you are Y/N L/N.’’ I speak up tracing her lips again. She then takes her hand into my own and presses a kiss to it. Leaning up we finally kiss. And kissing her is like breathing most of the time. It’s that easy. We fall into one another, moving our lips like we’ve been doing this for years. But then I’m leaning down, hearing a whine form her. At this response, I chuckle amused pressing soft kisses under her chin and jaw.

‘’Come on baby girl up, up.’’ I urge her, tapping her ass a bit while she huffs.

‘’So, impatient.’’ She replies pretending to be annoyed. And then she’s moving, straddling my chest and raising up, while I slip my arms under her, while I glance at her, staring at me already with parted lips.

‘’I just want to make you feel good.’’ I say simply kissing the inside of her tight, her breath hitching as I trail kisses upwards slowly, my arms tightening around her hips and legs as I lock her in my hold ‘’I’m going to make you forget your own name…’’ I growl the promise out. And then I’m tugging her closer while she chuckles breathlessly but her remains confident.

‘’We’ll see about tha-ahhhhh…’’ she moans in surprise, as I swipe my tongue over her lower lips, smirking at the response, of her legs stiffening along with her whole body.

‘’You were saying?’’ I tease blowing a bit, before I’m reaching with my hand in between to part her lower lips admiring her ‘’My, my…’’ I whisper and lean closer gently pressing a kiss to her clit. And then her hands are in my hair, as I trail soft kisses everywhere around, not close enough where she really needs me.

‘’Yoon-giii-ahhhh…’’ she moans breathlessly already sounding so gone. It’s encouragement enough to fuel the fire blazing now inside me: I am going to fucking destroy her make her forget all about what she was talking about. I need to fulfil my promise. By the end of tonight she’s going to only know my name.

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i-write-stuff-its-ok · 7 years

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Petals and Ink part two

Summary: Michael heads back home with Jeremy still on his mind. Him and his sister talk about his new tattoo. Michael then exhausted goes to bed. The next day he goes to work having to face Christine and Brooke after standing them up and has to explain why he didn’t meet with them at the mall. Michael then gets a surprise visit from a special someone.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Very mild swearing.

Word count: 2393

Author's note: It’s one of my headcanons that Michael comes from a huge family with lots of siblings. Cathy Mell is a character me and my friend @daily-awkward-weirdo have created along with any other Mell family members mentioned as the story continues.

Michael pulled into the parking structure underneath the building. He Locked his car and took the elevator up to the lobby. The elevator inside was still broken so he took the stairs up to his apartment. His mind was still racing and all he wanted to do was go to bed. He walked up to his apartment and fumbled with the keys before unlocking the door and entering. He walked quietly fearing his sister might be asleep and he didn't want to wake her up. He closed the door behind him. “ Hey little bro what's up?” said a girl in the kitchen. She was sitting on the counter mixing a bowl of what looked like frosting. Her dark raven hair was pulled up in a messy bun, her square framed glasses slid down her face. Her yellow sweater had flour sprinkled on it and her long fuzzy socks were falling down. “ Cath it’s almost one in the morning why are you still up?” Michael asked. “ Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?” she smirked. “ What were you doing? Huh? Why are you just getting home? Are you in a secret relationship that I don’t know about? I'm your big sister you can't hide these things from me.” Cathy said. “ No I just did something.” Michael said. “ What? Come on tell me. Please. As your roommate, sister, and best friend I have a right to know. Did you kill someone?” she prodded. “ No!” Michael cried out annoyed. “ Then what was it?” she begged. Michael sighed exasperated before lifting his right sleeve to reveal his new tattoo. “ Michael Armando Mell, Mom is gonna kill you.” Cathy said her jaw dropping at the sight of what her brother had done. “ I know that is why I’m not gonna tell her.” Michael stated. “ How the hell are you planning on hiding that from her, it’s on your wrist!” Cathy said smacking her brother's arm lightly. “ I was gonna borrow your fondation, duh.” he said nonchalantly. “ What on earth makes you think I’m gonna let you use my make up?” Cathy said snidely. “ I didn’t say I was gonna ask first.” Michael smirked. “ Uggg. You are impossible.” Cathy groaned, adjusting her glasses. “ Now answer my question, why are up?” Michael asked. “ I got an idea for a new recipe. Marshmallow lemon cupcakes.” Cathy said. “ Fair enough.” Michael agreed as he sat down at the table. “ So what’s your plan for when Mom inevitably finds out about your tattoo. You can’t hide it forever.” Cathy asked as she licked some marshmallow frosting from her spoon. “ My plan is, is, I don’t know.” he admitted. “ She is gonna kill you I hope you know that.” Cathy said as she added more marshmallow fluff to the bowl. “ Eh, I lived long enough and fulfilled life.” Michael shrugged. “ If having a fulfilled life means being a single florist then I guess I’m doing something wrong.” Cathy teased. “ I’m not single I am in a committed relationship.” he protested. “ Your laptop isn’t a boyfriend.” “ Ugggggg.” “ You've been single your whole life Michael. Your eighteen isn't there anyone you like?” Cathy asked. Michael sat and thought. Was there anyone he liked. He has had a few small crushes there but no one that particularly popped out. There was no one he thought of who stood out to him lately. The only person he could think of was, no, no he dosen’t count. He had only known him for a few hours. He was a stranger. A really nice stranger. A really nice stranger with great taste in video games, and really pretty eyes, and a cute laugh , and amazing art skills ,and-. Cathy cut off Michaels racing thoughts. “ Hello, Earth to Michael Mell. You in there little bro?” Cathy snapped her fingers in front of Michael's face. “ What huh what happened?” Michael asked snapping out of his trance. “ You were all spaced out, you ok something on your mind?” Cathy looked concerned. “ No, I’m fine. I’m just tired. It’s late I’m gonna go to bed.” Michael rubbed his temples. “ Oh,ok. Goodnight.” Cathy said with a smile. “ G’night.” Michael walked into his room. Fairy lights were hung up on the walls and small plants where on almost every shelf. On top of a dresser was a glass tank with a small albino snake. “ Hello Daisy.” Michael said smiling as he pushed his face into the glass. The snake slithered up to the glass and she stuck her tongue out at Michael. He changed into an old t shirt and sweatpants and collapsed on to his bed. A small Calico cat dashed out from under the bed and jumped up on to the bed and rubbed against Michael. “Hi Cookie dough.” Michael pet the cat on his head. He sunk his head into his pillow and buried himself under the flowery covers and slowly fell asleep, the thought of Jeremy still on his mind.

Michael woke up to his alarm beeping. He sleepily looked over at his alarm clock and shut it off. It’s six am and he rolled out of bed and got dressed. He pulled on a purple sweater and light blue overalls and pink converse. He strolled into the kitchen and found Cathy frosting cupcakes sipping a cup of coffee. “ Morning.” she said with a yawn. “ Did you ever go to bed last night?” Michael asked. “ You didn't go to bed and stayed up all night baking again didn't you.” “ Ding ding ding, we have a winner.” Cathy joked. “ Cath you can’t do that ,this is your third all nighter this week. You need to get some sleep.” Michael scolded as he poured himself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch. He sat down at the table and ate lazily. Cookie dough wandered into the room and rubbed against Cathy's leg purring. Michael finished up his cereal and put the bowl in the sink. He grabbed one of Cathy’s Lemon marshmallow cupcakes before leaving . “ I gotta get to work see ya Cath.” Michael said. “ See you later.” she replied as she gave Cookie dough belly rubs. “ And take a nap well I’m gone!” Michael shouted before closing the door. He walked down the stairs to the lobby and took the elevator to the parking complex below. He got into his car and drove off to Pastel Petals

Michael parked his car in front of the shop and walked in. Christine and Brooke were already inside. He gave the girls a wave. Christine turned away from Michael. “ Good morning Christine.” Michael said awkwardly. Christen said nothing. “ Is something wrong?” Michael asked. Christine elbowed Brooke. “ Christine told me to tell you that she’s not talking to you in till you explain yourself.” Brooke said firmly. “Explain myself?” He asked cocking his head to the side. “ Where were you yesterday we waited for hours!” Christine snapped. “ So much for not talking.” mumbled Brooke as she walked into the back. “ Oh… that..” Michael struggled to find the right words. “ And why didn’t you pick up your phone? I texted you like a bajillion times.” Christine said angrily. “ Look, I am so sorry but I got, well distracted.” He admitted. “ By what?” she asked mildly offended. “ Well you see I…there was this.. I mean there was a… a…” Michael didn’t know what to say. He gave up the idea of thinking up a believable lie, he just decided to tell the truth. “ There was… this..umm.. guy..and..well we started talking and we lost track of time. I’m really sorry.” Michael said red in the face. “ A guy? Was he cute?” Christine said slowly turning around. “ I-I mean, I mean h-he was I mean it’s n-not l-like I mean he…” Michael felt his face grow red, “ Yes. He was very cute.” he said his head in his hands blushing furiously. “ AHHHHHHHHHHHHH MICHAELS GOT A BOYFRIEND!” Christine screamed shaking Michael back and forth. Brooke rushed back in at the sound of Christine’s squeals. “ Michael has a boyfriend?” Brooke asked her interest peaking. “ He’s not my boyfriend.” Michael said embarrassed. “ Not yet.” Christine teased. “ Hey, what happened to being mad and not talking to me?” Michael asks. “ I retract my anger now that I know you had a proper excuse.” She smiled. “ Now I want details. What’s he look like? What are his hobbies? What’s his-” Christine’s rambling was cut off by Michael. “ Slow down I've only known him for a few hours.” “ Ok well then well at least tell us his name.” Brooke eager to know more about this mystery boy. “ Ok, ok. Well his name is-” ,the bell on the door ringed as a customer walked in Michael looked up to see, “ Jeremy?” Michael was shocked to see him standing there in the doorway. “ Hey Michael.” Jeremy said with a wave. “ W-what are you doing here?” Michael asked. “ Oh you know, I just was here to uhhh, get some flowers to, uh you know brighten up … the shop, ha ha.” Jeremy said with an awkward smile his eyes darting around. Michael could feel Christine and Brooke staring at him and Jeremy. “ Well a tattoo parlor is rather dark but I’m sure I can find something that will match the decor, I’ll be back.” Michael said before darting into the back to look at flowers but to mostly escape the stares of Christine and Brooke. After Michael left the girls turned their attention to Jeremy. “So…” said Brooke with a smirk. “ So..”, Christine said looking Jeremy up and down “ what are your intentions with Michael did you really come here for just flowers hmmmmmm? Or are you here for something else.” Christine was leaning over the counter. “ I…” Jeremy says shaken ,was he really that obvious. “ And let one thing be clear,” her voice got low, “ Michael is one of if not the nicest sweetest person I have ever met. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. And if he tells me anything ANYTHING at all about you hurting him. I. Will. Destroy. You. GOT IT!” She was nose to nose with Jeremy as she leaned over the counter practically on top of it. Jeremy gulped and nodded his head. “ Now onto the important stuff.”, said Brooke, “ How old are you?” “ I’m eighteen.” “ What's your favorite food?” “ Strong tie between pizza and sushi.” Brooke and Christine nodded at Jeremy's answers. “ Ok, favorite movie?” Christine asked. “ As nerdy as it sounds all the Harry Potter movies.” Jeremy said running his fingers through his hair. “ Favorite band?” asked Brooke. “ I listen to a lot of different stuff but my top three are Fall Out Boy, Jukebox The Ghost, and Twenty One Pilots.” Jeremy said with an awkward smile. “ Do you have any tattoos?” Christine asked raising her eyebrow. “ Just a few.” Jeremy said as he took off his jacket to reveal small tattoos of constellations and planets on his arms and a shooting star on his right wrist. “ Wow, those are so pretty.” Brooke said staring at the drawings. “ Thanks, I designed them myself.” Jeremy said smiling. “ Whoa.” the girls said in unison. “ Final questions.” Christine said straightening up. “ Do you like musical theater, and if so what’s your favorite musical?” “ I love musicals actually. And I love Dear Evan Hansen. I cry every time.” Christine got out from behind the counter and circled Jeremy. “ Oh I like you.” Christine said nodding. “ Ummm, thank you?” Jeremy said starting to feel awkward again. Michael walked back in with a white lilies and lavender sprigs planted in a dark purple pot. He saw Christine circling around a very uncomfortable Jeremy. “ Christine! What are you doing to him?” Michael asked in horror dropping the flower pot. It broke on the ground making a mess. “ Shit I, Uggggg. I’ll clean this up just give me a second.” he ran into back to grab a broom and dust pan. Michael came back out and started to clean up. “ Here let me help.” Jeremy said as he walked over and picked up the dust pan. “ Oh, y-you don’t have to.” Michael stammered. “ No no i-it’s fine, it’s nothing.” Jeremy said with a lopsided smile. Jeremy sat down and held the dust pan as Michael swept up the dirt. “ Sorry about, you know.” Michael said glancing over to the girls who were arranging a new bouquet of flowers. “ It’s ok.” Jeremy said turning pink. After the mess was cleaned up they walked over to the counter and Michael rang Jeremy up for his plants. “ Thanks these are really nice.” Jeremy said glancing off to the side. “ It’s nothing, just my job.” Michael said. Jeremy picked up the plant and grabbed a business card before heading out. “See you around.” Jeremy said with a wave. “ Bye.” Michael said waving back watching him as he walked away. He sighed longingly as he stared out the window towards where Jeremy walked off. Suddenly loud squeals filled the shop. The girls shouted in delight scaring Michael. “ I like him.” Christine beamed. “Me to!” Brooke agreed in delight. “So you gonna ask him out?” Brooke teased. “ What no I what? I don’t I mean I don’t, I can’t ” Michael stammered burying his head in his hands. “ Awww your so cute.” Christine teased. “ Somebodies in love!” Brooke smiled as she poked Michaels face. “ Shut up.” he blushed.

The day continued on as normal the Pastel Petals wasn’t very busy. A few customers wandered in here and there but it was a very slow day. Michael sat at the front counter scrolling threw his phone. Suddenly the stores phone range. Michael answered, “ Hello thank you for calling Pastel Petals. My name is Michael, how can I make your day a brighter bouquet.” A familiar voice was on the other line. “ Hey Ith thith Michael?” the voice asked. “ Yes this is Michael speaking, who is this?” he asked. “ Thith ith Rich from Needlepoint Tattoos. I have a qethtion.” Rich said. Michael heard a muffled voice in the background. “ Please don’t do this Rich oh my god. No please don’t.” the muffled voice said. “ Yeah tho um my friend and I have a, ummm bet going.” Rich continued. “ Rich don’t ask him I don’t need you to, please this is invasive.” the voice panicked. “ Are you gay?” Rich asked casually. “ This is humiliating.” whined the voice. “ I umm w-what?” Michael stammered. “ Are you gay?” Rich asked.

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CHAPTER 5: VISIT

Chapter 5: 2548 Words

Total: 8615‬ Words

Thank fuck I'm back at work. Although the sling is annoying. I guess I'll just have to take ages to do anything on the computer.

Bill is pretty happy I'm back. I guess because I'm one of the few people here who understand computers. I should build a computer again it's been a while. Ash has been bugging me to game with him again too.

"You're back already Murray?" Miller asked me as I shoved an inhaler in the unlocked drawer of my desk.

"I got bored after catching up on all the TV shows I watch. Including the US ones." I replied.

"Is that a new suit? It looks nice." She complimented.

"I needed some new ones." I said trying to log in to my computer.

The phone on my desk rang. "DS Finnegan Murray." I said.

"Oh good, you're back in. There's this older gentleman who's been coming in every day for the past week asking for you." The receptionist said.

"What's his name?" I asked. Who would be trying to find me in Broadchurch of all places?

"Says you know who." They replied. I could hear the older Irish man's voice in the background.

I sighed. "On my way down."

I stared at my grandfather. "I thought you said you never wanted to see me again after Dad." I said to him leading him out the front door.

"God good lad what happened to your shoulder now." He asked ignoring my question.

"Nothing new. Got infected." I said.

"Is that why you've been skipping work? This isn't like you! You and your Father had to be forced to not work." He said.

"I had surgery. Hardy and Miller wouldn't let me come back until now." I complained.

"Who are they? Better not be like your old boyfriend Ashton." He said.

I hushed him "Pop, please! No one knows I'm gay here."

"Really? You used to never shut up about all that pride stuff." Pop commented.

"Pop come on you knew Mom and Dad were Bi. You know not to out me to people." I hissed. "Anyway, why are you here." I asked.

"Do I need a reason to visit my only grandchild?" He asked.

"Well Pop after you basically disowned me yes you do." I said.

"MI6 kept calling me saying they don't know your new address." He said.

"You could've called me about that." I said.

"No! I need to know you aren't getting mixed up with them. Quinn never should've joined up." Pop protested.

I sighed. "Me being a DS in Broadchurch should make it pretty clear that I'm not joining them."

"Your Father said the same thing when he was a DS back here." He said.

"Dad used to work here?" I asked.

"Why do you think he went on holiday here every chance he could. I never understood it. Only lived here for about a year. Can't believe he never mentioned that. Probably still owned that old shack when he died." Pop rambled.

"I never saw that in his will." I said.

"You definitely don't have the whole thing then. He would've died before selling that place." He said.

"We always stayed at a hotel when he brought me here as a kid. Do you know the address?" I asked.

"I'll give it to ya if you give me your new address. Don't want MI6 knocking down my door over in Cork." Pop said.

I frowned. "I'll get back to you with that." I'm still staying with Hardy. He won't let me leave still.

"You do have a place lad?" Pop asked looking concerned.

"Still working a few small things out." I lied.

~~~

I knocked on Hardy's office door. He opened it. "Murray come with me. Miller is meeting us."

"I thought you said you wanted me at my desk until the sling was off." I said. I'll tell him about Pop later then.

"I need everyone for this. Missing Kid." He said.

I was looking around the garage while Hardy and Miller were talking to the Father. Mostly a bunch of tools and boxes. At least the boxes are labeled.

"Andrew... that's the kid's name." I mumbled while taking the box down.

"Hm old school work mainly..." I paused. There was a brand new tablet at the bottom. Looks like someone was trying to hide it.

"Password locked of course." I muttered. I have just the thing to unlock it back at... "No Ashton has that." I said pulling out my phone. I texted him to email me the files on that USB Drive.

Hardy walked out. "Where'd you find that?" He asked pointing at the tablet.

I pointed at the box. "At the bottom. Looks like someone was trying to hide it. I have a way to unlock the tablet but my old friend has to email me it first."

"Forensics should take a look." He said.

I sighed. "Sure I'll make sure they get it."

~~~

I stared at all the information we had on the missing kid. "He's a single Father?" I asked out loud.

"Mother died when Andrew was 5 apparently." Miller said.

"How'd she die?" I asked.

"Fire." Hardy said.

I froze.

"You alright there Murray?" Miller asked.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just hate fires." I half lied.

"I don't think anyone likes them." Hardy said.

"Pyromaniacs do." I said to myself.

~~~

I ran down the burning hallway in my old house. "Mom!" I yelled trying to not breathe in the smoke.

"Finny just leave me." My Mom responded trapped behind a bunch of fallen wooden supports.

Even if I was strong enough to move them I would get burned. "I can't leave you, Mom." I said. Who cares about getting burned. I managed to get over but I saw that my Mom was pinned under a filing cabinet.

"Ah fuck." I hissed after trying to touch the hot metal.

"Finny take this." Mom said handing me the key. "Leave me."

I coughed. "No Mom I can't."

"Finnegan Ryan Murray you will leave me right now." She said sternly.

"Mom please-" I pleaded.

"Now! Your Father can't lose both of us." Mom yelled.

I got back out of the office and took one last look at my Mom before the floor collapsed.

~~~

"Mom!" I yelped while jerking awake.

I stumbled into the bathroom and sank to my knees.

"I could've saved you." I sobbed. "I could've saved you, Mom. I could've saved you I could've saved Dad-"

A few minutes later I looked up and saw Hardy standing in the door frame. "You need to talk?" He asked.

"No, it's fine. I just need some water. Yeah, I just need water." I said while standing back up.

Hardy followed me to the kitchen. My hands were still shaking and I accidentally dropped a glass. I cursed. Hardy pushed me away from the broken glass. "What is going on with you." He asked.

"I-I haven't had that dream in a long time." I said.

Hardy glared at me.

I gulped. "Hearing about Andrew's Mother dying in a fire must've caused it."

"Why?" He pushed.

"I was there when my Mom died. I could've done something anything to save her but I-" I started.

Hardy sighed. "So you blame yourself for both of your parents' deaths?"

"I could've saved them-" I said softly.

"I'm taking you off this case." Hardy said.

"What? No you can't I just got back and you said you needed everyone you could get." I protested.

"We'll be fine." He said.

~~~

I stared at my Dad's grave. Pop wanted to visit it before he went back to Ireland. Seeing as I'm off the Missing Kid case now I've had some more free time again. "Still don't understand why he liked it here so much." Grandpa mused out loud.

"He always said it was calming here." I said softly.

"Most places are probably more calming than all the places he went with MI6." He said.

"Hey Pop, how's Patty doing?" I asked.

"Ah, poor pup. Had to put her down a few months back." He frowned.

"Oh. I didn't know." I said.

"Yeah, I shouldn't have been so mean to ya after everything with Quinn. We're the only ones left now." Pop pointed out.

I sighed. "I wonder if the Murray family is cursed somehow."

He raised an eyebrow. "I doubt it. Anyway, you never told me where you are staying."

Great Pop knows that my boss is Hardy. I can't tell him that I'm staying with my boss. "Did Dad ever mention a friend named Alec Hardy."

"Possibly, you know that man could never keep his mouth shut. God knows how he was an Agent." He said.

"Well, it turns out that Alec Hardy is the same Alec Hardy who's my boss. I've been staying at his place for a few months now." I admitted.

Pop froze. "You're staying with your boss?"

"Yep." I popped.

"Times really have changed." He chuckled.

~~~

I was sitting on the couch on my laptop. Ash and I were voice chatting.

"You need to get a good PC again. I know how much you love video games how have you even survived." He said.

"Yeah well, I've been busy." I replied.

"How's that detective stuff been going anyway? I still can't believe you basically wasted your MIT degree." Ash asked.

"Hm, you're right meeting you was a waste of time." I joked.

"Hey man! Come on!" He protested.

"You know I'm joking. Besides I don't think I could handle your cushy Google job." I said.

"You are far more qualified for my job than I am." He said.

I sighed. "Did you send off those files."

"Oh! Right totally not just sending them right now." He lied.

"Of course. I would never suspect that." I said sarcastically. "Hey, I got a hypothetical for you."

"Is this a hypothetical or a hypothetical?" Ash asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I said.

"Fine shoot." He said.

"Let's say that I had a drive with all of my Mom and Dad's old case files. Let's say someone was after it and I was told to not destroy the drive under any circumstances. What should I do." I asked.

"This was not the kind of hypothetical I was expecting..." Ash paused. "Have you looked at the files? They could give you some insight."

"They are classified as hell though." I said.

"Dude, you have extremely classified files from MI6, Interpol, and the CIA and you haven't even looked at them?" He complained.

"Yeah, it would be all levels of illegal. In multiple countries!" I protested.

"That never stopped you before." He said.

"Yeah well, people change." I said.

"Nah you just became a pussy detective." Ash said.

"Alright, alright I'll look at them." I caved.

"Tell me if you find anything about aliens bro." He said.

"Ha, you wish." I said.

~~~

"These are not case files." I said after cracking the encryption on the drive.

"ForFinn.txt I'll read that then." I said to myself

Finn, if you are reading this I assume I'm dead if I'm not just let me know the gig is up. I lied about the files because I knew you would trust me until you couldn't anymore. Maxman is not your normal dark web hacker. He was a former fling of mine before I met your Mother. He cheated on me so broke it up with him and took a job with MI6. Maxman is not someone who you should mess with and I hope you never have to.

P.S. if you ever visit Broadchurch again the address for my old place is in some of the other files.

Most of the other files were old pictures and childhood videos of me growing up. After a lot of searching, I did find the address. It's been right under my nose the whole time.

~~~

Despite the fact that this place hasn't had any visitors for a few years it looks alright from the outside. I tried The Key in the front door and it worked. "So it was a house key the whole time."

I tried to turn on the lights but they didn't work. I pulled out my flashlight. "God it's dusty as hell." I coughed.

Pop wasn't lying about this place being a shack. It's tiny. No wonder Dad always rented us a hotel room when we visited. I started browsing the many boxes. There was nothing interesting. Mostly old files and pictures. "Huh, that looks like Dad and Hardy." I muttered and pocketed the photo.

My phone went off. My alarm to get to the station.

~~~

"Bill I know I was taken off the case but if you just happened to need some help getting into that tablet-" I asked.

"I've got it handled Murray!" Bill replied over the phone.

I groaned. "Look Bill I am going to die from boredom if I have to digitize one more case file."

"Not my problem. Shouldn't have gotten taken off the case." He said and hung up.

"If Hardy didn't treat me like I was a child..." I grumbled.

"You are pretty young." Miller commented.

"I'm just as much of a DS as you are." I sighed. I wasn't like I asked to be promoted so soon. "I'm taking a walk."

"You better grab something to eat while you're at it." She said.

I glanced at the boats. It's been a while since I've been boating. Pop used to take me out on lakes when he visited me back in Minnesota. Patty always loved going for a swim. I nibbled on my sandwich.

"You like boats?" Hardy asked.

I jumped slightly dropping my sandwich in the water. "You scared me, sir." I watched the sandwich soak up the water. "I pretty much grew up in the water. Well, it was mainly lake water. I've never really liked oceans that much."

"If you don't like oceans you moved to the wrong place." He said.

"I don't hate oceans. Just a bit too salty for me. That and the waves are a lot more intense." I said.

"Picky about food and water." Hardy commented.

I sighed.

"Where did that key go?" He asked.

"I found out what it went to. I left it in my car by mistake." Hardy had a look telling me to go on. "Did you know my Dad lived here for about a year? The key was for his old place. Nothing too interesting. Found this." I said and handed him the photo I found.

"Never liked this picture." He paused. "Quinn never mentioned living here."

I furrowed my brow. "He was a DS here apparently. Pop mentioned that."

"Who's Pop?" Hardy asked.

I sighed and pinched my nose. "My Grandfather from Cork recently stopped by for a visit. It was... Unexpected."

"I thought you didn't have any living family." He said.

"Ah well, he disowned me after my Dad died. I wasn't the only one blaming myself for his death." I explained.

"Your family is messed up." He said.

"That's an understatement." I replied.

AN: The mystery of "The Key" is finally solved! Hurrah! Did I have a bit of fun with this chapter's gif? Oh yes!

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