#Ready to check my notifications without wanting to hurl

[queen-breha-organa]

okay normal again

#Ready to check my notifications without wanting to hurl #Mahalo

[biting-you]

I just love your writing. The Todoroki fic is so good 💯👌Can you write something for Mirio too?? I feel like he would be the delusional type~

Ohoho he is, anon! Just a bit ;3c

A Firm Hand

pairing: Yandere Mirio Togata x reader (both character are 18+ and attend U.A University/ college AU)

Description: Mirio helps a new hero at school gain a bit of confidence...but maybe he gets a bit too attached.

Included: GN reader (at least I hope so apologies if anything slipped past!), yandere, Mirio being all touchy, some slut shaming (Mirio is a traditional boi), obsession, mention of reader having hookups. Overall SFW

Apologies for the rough ending, it’s been a while since I wrote something of this length! Enjoy!

To say that Mirio Togata was nice was an understatement and frankly insulating to say about the top hero at U.A University. He was helpful and considerate and never talked down to people who could be seen as ‘lesser’ on the hero scale than him. He’s got a real drive to help people and not  just be the best. A true hero. All Mights probable successor. The ray of sunshine that everybody loves.

Well...except for you.

You liked him at first, of course! You transferred to U.A during the second semester of you sophomore year and even though you were in college the transition and trying to make new friends was...tough. But in stepped welcome wagon Mirio who was all smiles and friendly small talk, introducing you to new people and helping you pull yourself out of your shy little shell that you fought so hard to get out of for years. After that, it was easy for you to make friends, people apparently responding to the new found confidence and natural charm (as Mirio put it) that you suddenly exuded. 

 It was all nice and normal!

Until it wasn’t.

Mirio was always a touchy feely kind of guy. Always going in for a hug or wrapping his arm around a buddies shoulder and it was no different with you. That was until his touching started to get a little too...intimate. His hugs would would suddenly become much longer with you, tucking your body under his chin so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck while his large hands ran up and down your spine. Or maybe he would come up beside you and just...place his hand on your lower back, like it was no big deal! And he would always do this when you were in front of others, friends and professors a like. It made you feel like...you couldn’t push him away without making some scene or turning you into the bad guy for hurting the feelings of the most loved person at the school. So you just stood there and let it happen, trying to convince yourself that you where just overreacting and you shouldn’t be so scared of one of your dearest friends trying to show you some affection.

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“Wowie! That was one hell of a workout, sweet heart! Say, want me to get out some of those knots? You looked a little stiff out there...”

 You where so busy trying to catch your breath and wipe the sweat out of your eyes that for a few moments you could barely tell who or what had spoken to you. Finally looking over your shoulder (after your dear friends pointed him out) you jumped as you looked into the soft blue eyes of Mirio. Jeez! How could such a big guy be so quiet? 

“Wha-huh?” You said dumbly but it only served to make him laugh.

“The knots in your legs, silly! I know how bad you are at stretching properly.” He waggled his finger at you playfully. “I can’t have my favorite budding hero be out of commission because of a pulled ham string!” Plopping down on the turf, he pat the spot beside him with a signature grin. “Don’t worry! I’ve been doing some extra studying with Recovery Girl on how to take care of my fellow heroes, you’re in great hands!” Exuberant as always and with all your friends around you had no choice but to sit down beside him lest you make a fool of yourself by denying a personal massage from one of the schools top three. 

As soon as your butt his the synthetic grass, Mirio was pulling your leg into his lap, leaving you to rest back on your hands awkwardly with your knee bent over his thigh. Ignoring the chatter around him, he got to work pressing his fingers into you calf muscle making you wince as he immediately found a knot. You tried to keep yourself from flinching as his hands roamed around your leg by talking to your friends about anything other than the blond touching your bare legs.

“So what are your plans for tonight?” Mina asked, squirting water into her mouth.

“Uh...I dunno actually. Maybe just relax a bit? Hit up a few hook up sites...” You muttered quietly under your breath, face and ears turning a bit red. She laughed at you.

“Jeez! What happened to ‘no man but my viberator can treat me right?” You gave her a good smack on the shoulder as you blushed furiously. 

“God, Mina! Shut it!” Fuck you swore to good if anyone else started making fun of you-

“You shouldn’t go on those types of sites.”

You paused in your assault and turned toward the blond boy still massaging your leg and looking at you with a thoughtful but somehow stern expression. 

“It’s not good to sleep around like that... you shouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s not exactly a good look, either. You should try looking for something real and not just a quick roll in the hay.” He said this all so matter-a-factly that you were struck practically dumb. 

“Excuse me?” Was he trying to fucking lecture you? He just gave you a sweet smile.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt is all. You deserve someone that will treat you right!” He was looking at you so...expectantly, like he was waiting for you to whole-heartedly agree with his ‘wholesome’ advice. Like you were going to take that laying down.

“I don’t think I asked for your fucking opinion on my sex life, Togata.” Your friends shut up immediately, already staring at the foreign scene before them. Now it was Mirio’s turn to look dumbfounded. 

“H-hey, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it. I just want to warn you-”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some child!” Fuck? What was wrong with this guy? Just because he had to help you in the past didn’t mean that he had to try and lead you through the bumpy roads of one -night stands and relationships. 

You stood up, pulling your leg out of his grasp roughly as you did so. You didn’t care if you made a scene anymore! That was way too far for your liking and you certainly weren’t going to sit around and let some guy tell you what to do in your bed! Huffing you stormed off back to the dorms, knowing full well the social repercussions of what you just did. Maybe you should be fearing other types as well.

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It was a few hours after the ‘incident’ and you had already been inundated with texts from your friends who had witness the confrontation. At first, you were too nervous to even read the notifications but after steeling yourself you found that most of them...agreed with you. The ones that didn’t were mostly chiding you for snapping at Mirio but at least agreed that what he said was out of bounds. It made you feel a bit better in a way, the fear of rejection fading in your mind. Maybe you should talk to them all about the other things that went on with Mirio...

A knock sounded at your door this then making you sigh as you slid out of bed. It was probably Mina who had sent you a long apologetic text immediately after you arrived back at the dorms. After assuring her that it wasn’t her fault and that you just needed some time to cool off you agreed that she could come check on you later. So you opened the door, making sure you planted your feet squarely as to not get bowled over by the violent hug that was about to take place.

“Hey Min-oh.” Instead of being greeted by your short pink friend you instead were greeted by the chest of a familiar hero-to-be and the last person you wanted to see. Mirio stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he actively avoided looking at your face.

“Hey-hey um... can I come in? I just wanted to apologize for earlier...”

“Why can’t you apologize in the hallway?” You cut him off, already very ready and willing to slam the door in his face. But he took out the big guns, flashing big blue sad puppy eyes at you and despite your anger you felt yourself caving in.

“Ugh, fine. Just make it quick...” You pinched the bridge of your nose to try and quell the brewing headache as you opened the door wider for him. He stepped in carefully, stopping in the middle of your room as you closed the door behind him. Mirio had his hands on his hips he looked around. 

“Gee, you really got an eye for interior design, sugar plum! It’s very ‘you’ in here!” 

“Mirio.”

“Right, sorry.” 

He looked at you sheepishly as you sat down at your desk, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you waited for his apology. It better be good.

“I shouldn’t have said that stuff to you in front of everyone-”

“You shouldn’t say that kind of stuff at all.”

“I know you think I was shaming you but I wasn’t!” He continued, all of the sudden looking agitated, brows starting to knit with frustration. “I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to do stuff like that with strangers and you shouldn’t want to do stuff like that with strangers! Not when you have...”

Your eyes narrowed at him, jaw set squarely as you were quickly losing patience with him. “Not when I have what, Mirio?”

“...me.” The two of you sat there for a moment, staring at each other. Mirio with needy, teary eyes and you with a blank expression. This was too much.

“Get out,”

“Listen-” 

“I said OUT!” You hurled yourself to your feet, eyes wild with fury as you jammed your finger towards the door. Mirio looked uncharacteristically panicked, eyes wide with fear and sweating bullets as he trembled under your gaze.

“N-no you can’t throw me out!” He gripped you hard by the shoulders and you swore you could feel your bones creak under the pressure of his grip. “You just gotta calm down, honey! You just gotta understand just how much my little heart cares for ya!” Mirio had you backing up into the wall now, no matter how much you clawed at his wrists or kicked at his shins. It was like he was numb to everything that stood in the way of talking some sense into you. 

“I know you think you’re strong, sweet heart. That you’re invincible with all that hero training but I know how delicate and scared you really are! You’re still that shy little mousey thing that you were when you first showed up here! And you doing stuff like...that, well what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t put a stop to it?”

“B-boyfriend? Mirio you’re not my-” A hand slammed into your mouth to silence you as he shook his head desperately.

“I mean I wasn’t before, but I am now! How else am I supposed to keep other peoples nasty paws off of you?” 

#yandere mirio #yandere mirio togata #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere x reader #yandere mirio x reader #mirio x reader #sfw #Obsession #gender netural reader

[flying-nightwing]

Shame and Toxic Fame (vol. 1)

Ah! I’m back with a two (maybe three?) part story which is kinda inspired by the song Life of the Party by All Time Low (not shawn mendes lmao). If you don’t know it check it out it’s super good. 

In this one reader is a famous singer because why not! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Jason Todd x Music star!reader

Word count: 3727

Warnings: Mention of substance abuse (both alcohol and drugs), light bar fight violence

I spent an embarassing amount of time searching for a gif for this one oof

The night was going absolutely great until you took a look at yourself in the mirror during a quick fix up.

You were a mess.

Your red eyes were contrasting with your smudged dark makeup, your bronzer and highlighter were mostly gone and the poor imitation of a lipstick stain was stretched all over your mouth and teeth. You lifted a hand to fix it, but in your dizzy state, it didn’t do much. Your purple top was ruined with alcohol and your bracelets were stuck on your skin from the sugar of your drinks’ mixers. You had a moment of lucidity right there, asking how the hell you ended up at rock bottom so quick, but you didn’t like it. You reached in your pocket and took the last smiley face pill in your little plastic bag, and like it, you put a grin on your face and returned to the party. You grabbed a bottle of wine from the bar, made your way over the passed out people on the ground and rejoined the dancefloor. 

You were dancing, high on the colors and sound waves around you when the illusion shattered. 

Your ex walked in with his friends, laughing and joking like he owned the place. You gasped in offense at the audacity of him showing up to your birthday party. At your place. Like he hadn’t humiliated you publicly less than a month ago in front of the whole world. Your grip on the bottle tightened and you stomped in his direction. His friends noticed your first, halting their laugh and tapping him on the chest. His eyes met yours and they widened in humour at your state.

“You!” You screamed. The music turned down, the chatter died. Murmurs went around the crowd and cameras got taken out as people formed a circle around you. 

“Me” He pointed at himself.

“How dare you!” You pushed him back, suddenly unhinged. He laughed with the crowd, holding his hands up in defense. But he wasn't taking you seriously. “How dare you show up here!”

“It said open house, darling” Now he was patronizing. “I can be here. Beside, happy birthday”

“Get out” You gritted your teeth. “GET OUT”

“No”

Without really thinking, you lifted your bottle and slammed it on the table, shattering it. Yelps went around the crowd, and they got even louder when you pointed the jagged end in his direction.

“Wow WOW” He backed up. “Fucking crazy bitch!”

You couldn’t really recall what went next. People came in between you two as he kept shouting for someone to “take this crazy bitch away from him”. Arms restrained you around the waist, you threw up, you think, and you blacked out.

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You groaned as you felt sunlight hit your eyes. You threw an arm over your face and forced yourself not to think about your fragile stomach. The taste in your mouth was foul and your head was pounding like crazy. Now you had become quite the expert on hangovers lately, but this one was definitely the worst you had ever had. And it became only worse when memories from the night before started to come back, if it was even possible. 

The thought of that shitshow alone made you puke. 

You turned around in your bed, knowing you’d have to clean the alcohol off your floor anyway. Beside, you wouldn’t have made it to the bathroom on time. But to your surprise, you found a metal bucket at the foot of the bed, ready for you to grab and hurl the content of your stomach in it. Only when you didn’t have anything more to throw up that you realized you did not own anything like this bucket, or that the bedside table had gone from your cherry wood to an unfamiliar oak grey. Thinking about it, you didn’t own a navy blue carpet, nor were your sheets that color either. 

Fuck.

You looked around in panic when you realized that you were not, in fact, in your bedroom. You had been changed into a large t-shirt, but you still had your underwear underneath it as well as your purple tank top. You half sighed in relief, then hissed at the pounding in your head. You had sat up way too quickly and now you made it worse. Your eyes were dragged to the bucket, and your nose scrunched up. You would have thrown up again if there had been anything left in your stomach. Then your eyes trailed to the grey oak night table, on which there was your phone (plugged in a charger?) beside two ibuprofen and a glass of water. 

Without question, you took them and drank the water slowly to make them pass. You were parched, but your stomach did not like the input of liquid right now. When you were sure the water wouldn’t come back out, you slowly reached for your phone and flinched even before turning on the lockscreen. Your fears were confirmed when you came face to face with about a hundred texts with the same thumbnail and a lot of capital letters and punctuation. You had a ridiculous amount of notifications from every social apps you had, and they were still getting in as you stared in shock at your screen. Your hand flew to your mouth, not from the threat of puking this time. Tears brimmed your eyes as you realized just exactly what you had put yourself into. You shook your head, feeling your breathing accelerate. You were overwhelmed, and instead of opening conversations--any conversation--you just shut your phone down and threw it on the floor.

“What have I done” You mumbled to yourself, trying to swallow back the panic attack threatening to surface. Dragged in the mud the remaining of your pride, that’s what you did.

A quiet knock on the door pulled you back from your own spiral of shame. You didn’t speak. “Uh, (Y/N), are you okay? I heard a thud from here”

“Yeah” You replied, and you voice came back more hoarse than you thought. The voice was male, and it seemed uncertain. You did not recognize it. “Thanks”

“... Can I come in?”

You considered refusing, as you were still too ashamed to face anyone, and still unsure about the intention of whoever brought you here. But then again, they didn’t seem to have touched you, and they asked to come in rather than barge in. Also, they had left a bucket. That was the most anyone did for you in a while. 

“S-Sure”

The door creaked open and a tall man with dark hair stood behind it. He peeked inside, like he was hesitant to step in further, but he nodded to himself when he saw you weren't dead. And if you looked like a dressing room carpet after a Guns and Roses after party, which you most certainly did, he did not let it show on his face. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright” He hummed. “Last night, you seemed pretty… Uh...”

“Wasted? Trashed? Ridiculous?” You offered with a sad smile, waiting for him to laugh at you or show you a video of what you did.

“I was thinking more of in need of a hand” He replied gently, taking you aback. “My brother and I brought you back here before the paps could swarm the place, but don’t worry my sister changed you. I wasn’t--”

You looked down at the shirt, then back at him.

“Thanks” Your eyes filled with water again. 

“Oh, hey, no please--” He rushed inside. “Please don’t cry”

Obviously, that was the one thing not to say, because as if on cue you began crying. He grabbed the tissue box on the desk and brought it to you. You mumbled a thanks and blew your nose with all the grace left you possessed. Now you must have truly looked like a sight for sore eyes, bawling in a stranger’s bedroom as he handed you tissues. 

“Hey, come on, it’s okay” He shushed, giving you awkward pats on the back. You could tell he didn’t do that often, judging by his awkwardness, but it did make you feel better. At least he wasn’t judging you like he should be; he must have seen the pathetic excuse of a fight that had gone down at your party. “Let it all out”

You finally calmed down after a few minutes, sniffing and wiping your eyes. You took a deep breath, then another one and nodded. Your glance trailed up to his face, and much to his credit he did not grimace at your state from up close. He seemed uncomfortable, but not enough to be on the verge of running away. If anything, he did look genuinely concerned, which was unusual for your typical entourage. “What’s your name?”

“Jason”

“That’s a nice name” You lifted the corner of your lips. “Where are we?”

“Wayne Manor”

Your eyes widened. He’s that Jason?

“Yeah” Amusement overtook his features while you froze. He figured you did not intend to say that out loud. 

You were in the Wayne Manor with an actual legend, and you hadn’t even realized it. He was even more famous than you, mostly for being the Wayne son that was found after two years of having disappeared. 

“I’m sorry to tell you that your reputation is now forever tainted” You scoffed weakly. “Bringing back the breakdown diva will make people talk”

He snorted. “I doubt that’s the thing I’ll be remembered about”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I, uh” He scratched the back of his neck. “You really don’t recall what went down yesterday?”

“No” You shook your head. “I can’t see past the moment I yelled at my ex to get out”

“Okay… Just to be sure, he was the bad guy, right?” He flinched, and your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I might uh. You know what, it’ll just be easier to show you”

He fished out his phone out of his back pocket and pulled out a video, then dragged the time mark to one specific moment. He handed you the phone and you pressed play. It started as you smashed the bottle, making wine explode everywhere including on yourself. Not your proudest moment. Then the crowd shrieked and people came to break the fight, you were pulled out of view as Jason appeared, trying to make your ex back off. Something the mic didn’t quite catch was said, and that’s when you saw what he meant. In barely a second, Jason blocked your ex’s punch and replied with two quick ones of his own. Your ex was sent flying backwards, unconscious and bloody, and the video ended with that.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh god”

“Yeah” He sighed. “Sorry”

“Sorry?” Your eyes flickered back to him as you handed him his phone. “N-No, don’t be. I mean, he definitely deserved that”

It was his time to be taken aback.

“You’re good with that?”

“Obviously” You gave him a small smile. “I just wish I was the one who punched him”

“Well, judging by the smash bottle of wine you were holding up, I’d say you came pretty damn close” 

You allowed yourself to chuckle before you remembered you were still a surprise guest in the manor. Jason had helped you out, but he and his family would probably want you out of their home as soon as possible. You looked down at your laps and fidgeted with your fingers.

“I, uh, I should go” You mumbled. “I don’t want to burden you much longer with my presence, uh, you must want me out of here”

He blinked.

“You’re not a burden” He replied. “You still seem pretty shaken up. You can stay here as long as you want, the house is certainly big enough”

You bit the inside of your cheek. On one hand, you really did feel like imposing. On the other hand, the offer really did sound tempting. You weren’t ready to face the world just yet, and Wayne Manor was the perfect hideout for you to ride out the embarrassment. But Jason had already been way too nice to you as it was, and it was more than you deserved.

You shook your head. “Thanks, but--”

“I know you don’t want to go” He interrupted you softly. “I can see it, and I understand. You don’t have to expose yourself to the vultures just yet”

You felt the back of your neck heat up. You had no idea any of Bruce Wayne’s kid would be so… Not what you thought they’d be. You surely did not expect that level of kindness. 

“Don’t you worry, we’ve all been there” He looked up, then gave you a knowing smile. “Take your time, there’s a bathroom right behind this door, fresh clothes in the drawers and a fully stocked kitchen when you’re ready to eat something. I make an amazing hangover smoothie”

He stood up and walked to the door.

“Thank you, Jason”

He nodded, then left you to do your stuff. You remained on the bed for a couple of minutes, texting a few people close to you you were okay, before you got a draft of your own smell. You gagged and immediately went for the shower.

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Freshly showered and changed, you timidly headed down to the kitchen. You got lost a few times on the way there, but you finally made it. You were relieved there was only Jason preparing food; you weren’t sure coming face to face with Bruce Wayne would be a great idea in your state. You were all cleaned up, but even a good wash couldn’t erase the bags under your eyes or the pounding in your head that made you flinch every now and then.

“Feeling better?” 

“Much better” You smiled. “Thank you”

“Hey, no problem” He chuckled as he pushed a glass with a thick, pale green liquid your way. “Besides, it’s kind of an honor to have you here”

You cocked your head to the side.

“I mean, you’re pret-ty amazing” He said, taking a bite of his toast. “You have some admirers around here… Talking of which”

You followed his glance behind you, where a grinning, wide eyed young man was standing. You knew who he was, Dick Grayson was hard not to notice around Gotham. You were just surprised of his reaction from seeing, apparently, well, you. 

“Hi” He smiled even brighter, if it was possible. “I’m Dick. Big fan”

“Hi” You gave him a small wave back. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Uh?”

“I was there too yesterday. I held you up when you, well”

“Oh” You looked away. So, that was the brother that had witnessed your disgrace in live action. Super. “Yeah, I feel better, thanks”

“Great!” The sound made you flinch as it resonated in your head, making him mutter a sheepish apology. 

“Alright Grayson, now’s not the time to be a fanboy” Jason teased, before he turned to face you. “Come, I’ll show you somewhere quiet to pass the hangover”

You grabbed your glass and followed him out of the kitchen and around the manor to some remote room on the end of a wing. He pushed the door open to a room with wide windows and warm lightning, a library you realized by the few bookshelves around. 

“Make yourself comfortable” He gestured to the seats around. “It’s the most relaxing place in the house, because my siblings are not allowed here”

“Why is that?”

“My library, my rules” 

“Your library?” You raised your eyebrows, but he just shrugged. 

“They can use the big one” He explained. “This is my space, and it comes handy when you have four annoying siblings”

“Gotcha” You smiled lightly as you walked around the room, observing the book titles. He had interesting tastes, you had no idea again he was that kind of guy. Well, you knew next to nothing about him, come to think of it. But the little you thought you had right from the tabloids was totally wrong. You kept snooping around as he sat in a chair and opened a book, until you came face to face with a beautiful acoustic six strings waiting there. You reached for it, but pulled your hand back last second. When you glanced back at Jason, he was already looking at you above his book. 

“May I?”

“Knock yourself out” He gestured to it, then returned to his book.

You restrained your new found excitement as you carefully picked the guitar up from its stand and carried it to a seat. A couple of strums told you it was slightly out of tune, so you adjusted the keys until it sounded on the note. You began playing the strings softly and humming along, until you felt Jason’s stare on you. His book was down on his laps and he had an interested glint in his eyes. Your fingers paused as you felt once again the heat creep up your neck. 

“I’m sorry if I’m disturbing your reading” You mumbled, suddenly feeling bad for violating his silent heaven.

“No, don’t worry” He reassured. “It’s quite nice. Did you compose that yourself?”

“Uh, yeah” You nodded. “It’s been so long, though. I don’t compose much anymore”

“Why?”

You smiled sadly. “I now have an extensive team of producers that make my music for me. Apparently, getting that catchy, polished, flawless radio hit is the priority these days. Better for business”

“Yeah well, that’s bullshit if you ask me” He leaned slightly forward. “I think a personal, heartfelt song will always be better”

“You and I both” You sighed. “Honestly I have no idea how I ended up here, or where I went wrong”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows drew in confusion. “You didn’t go that bad”

“Are you kidding me?” You choked on air, your eyes widening. “Haven’t you followed the tabloids the last year? Hell, you were there yesterday. You saw how trashed I was, and that was hardly an exception. I have earned a title of Breakdown Princess for a reason”

“Maybe” He shrugged. “But you were part of a culture putting inhuman pressure on public figures, especially women to perform and be perfect all the time ever since you were what, sixteen? And with what I’ve seen from that guy I punched… Anyway. All I’m saying is, don’t blame yourself too much for a game you were tricked to play”

You could only stare at him blankly, blinking rapidly. You had expected him to get it a bit, with being the son of Bruce Wayne and all. But holy shit, even you had never seen it like this before. Maybe he had a point. When you looked at it, the pressure you endured from everyone around you, the endless parties your agent had booked you to attend, the new album, the promos and press tours, actual tours, the substance addiction scandal, all the shit with your ex that tanked your reputation, hitting rock bottom… 

The last year had been hell, to say the least.

“How do you know all that?” Your question was genuine, and he gave you a quizzical half smile and a little shrug.

“When I told you earlier that we’ve all been there…” He trailed off. “Just know that I know how it feels. To have pressure to be someone you’re not”

“Well” You took a deep breath. “Thank you, I think I needed to hear that”

“Don’t mention it” He leaned back in his chair, before his expression subtly changed. “Actually, I’d have a little request, if you don’t mind”

“Go ahead” 

“Could you play that song for me?” He asked. “I’d like to hear it”

You smiled and nodded at the innocence of his request. Of course you could do that to the person that literally swooped in and saved the day, and provided you with care after your own shit show. You began strumming the song you were playing just before, this time fully singing along. It had been years since you had played it, but it was your favourite you had ever written, and you still remembered it by heart. It made you smile even more, definitely bringing you in a good mood. You played the last chords of the song and looked up to see Jason hanging onto every sound.

“I…” He began. “Wow. Why was that never released again?”

You shrugged lightly. “My agent wouldn’t let me, I guess”

“You should release it anyway” He continued. “This is honest to god amazing”

“Thanks” You let out a quiet laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “Honestly, I wish I could just… Fire everyone. And get back to the basics, release my on stuff, you know?”

“Then do it”

“I can’t just do it” You replied quickly in confusion. “There are contracts and--”

“Sure you can” He said, an amused yet relaxed expression on his face. “I, Jason Todd, give you the explicit permission to use the Wayne name to scare any lawyer getting in the way of your full emancipation”

You laughed at his self assured grin, but also to hide your surprise. Of course, you knew the Wayne lawyers were the best in town and would most probably put the fear of god in the heart of your record label and agent, but you still weren’t sure if he was kidding or not.

“I’m serious” He added after a moment. “If you need help to get out of these contracts, we’re more than willing to help”

“You’d do that for me?” You asked carefully. “I’m just a stranger”

“Ah well, helping strangers is kind of our thing here” He hummed, looking up at the ceiling before his glance met yours again. “Besides, it’s really cool that you’re here. All of us will so be plugging that we know you in every conversation from now on. Especially Dick”

You laughed again, lighter this time.

“Be my guest” You grinned. “I doubt it’ll achieve anything but raised eyebrows these days but if it makes you feel good…”

“Superb” His grin matched yours. “Now, I’ll let you play in peace”

“And I’ll let you read in peace”

You exchanged a smile, then kept messing around the chords as he picked up his book again.

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd reader #dc #dcu #DC Universe #dc imagine #dcu imagine #dc universe imagine #batfam #imagine #au

[jackaverysboo]

A Thin Line Between Love and Hate

Requested: Yes, by @lovableherron

“Can I have a Zach imagine where the reader just gets a lot of hate for no reason but Zach is really sweet and helps her through it and makes the haters stop and it just ends up really cute and fluffy? Please? I need this”

Summary: y/n is receiving hate and doesn't know how to react to it. Zach finds out and addresses the hate. 

Warnings: A bit sadness and a hella lot of fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Tag list: @averyonelovesjack @ishouldtakeyoutothemoon @dailydoseofherron@jackaverybabe @lovableherron @majesticmarais @jjeepersnutss

A/n: I hope you guys enjoy this imagine, and if you do like and reblog ❤️ and if any of you would like to be tagged in my tag list, send either an ask or a message my way💕

What a slut!

She’s only here for the fame…

Y/n isn’t even cute. Zach can do so much better.

He’s only dating her because he feels sorry for her

She’s a gold digger who deserves no happiness whatsoever

Your eyes began to tear as you read these comments on your latest Instagram post. These weren’t even half as bad as last time, but it still hurt. You scrolled down even farther, only to see they continued and most likely wouldn’t stop.

You turned over in bed and let the rest of your tears fall. It wasn’t the first time, and certainly not the last. You had no intentions of getting out of bed. You couldn’t. It wasn’t possible when all you wanted to do was hurl out last nights take out.

A sob left your throat and you were glad Zach wasn’t here to witness it. He had left with the band for a sound check a couple minutes ago, and wouldn’t be back until late.

You put down your phone and decided to try and take a nap and escape reality. You decided you’d deal with it all once you were awake and functioning.

You made yourself comfortable, or as comfortable as you could, and hugged the teddy Zach had given you for your six month anniversary, letting stray tears fall every so often.

The minute you had fallen into the land of dreams, the doorbell rang, making you jump in the process. You quickly checked the time and realized it was only 10:00. It couldn’t have been Zach as he had left only half an hour ago, leaving you confused as to who it was.

You decided that if it was someone you knew, they would have called, and as you checked your notifications, there was nothing of the sort.

You turned back, hoping to catch at least another hour of sleep, but the doorbell would not stop ringing.

“I’m coming! I’m coming,” You yelled, even though you knew it wouldn’t make a difference as they wouldn’t be able to hear you.

You slowly left from the comfort of your bed, as if it had shielded you from all the hate you were receiving, and headed towards the bathroom to quickly fix your appearance.

“I’m a mess”You thought, as you stared at the girl in the mirror who was unrecognizable. Her hair was everywhere, and her lips had become chapped. Her eyes were red and puffy and it seemed as if all the life from her had drained away. This girl was you, tired of crying for the last 10 minutes, but with no intention of stopping as of yet.

With the doorbell continuously ringing, the only thing you could do was wash your face and pat down the mess that rested upon your head.

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“Babe! What took- Y/n? Were you crying?” Zach said as you opened the door. You had expected the mailman to be there, but instead it was an over worried Zach.

He came over to you and wrapped you up in a hug, rubbing your back in the process. The tears you had managed to stop a few minutes ago, came back faster than ever, with no stop button.

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Once you had calmed down, Zach pulled you into your shared bedroom, and snuggled with you.

“Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong babe,” Zach said, as he played with the ends of your hair, calming your nerves.

“It’s nothing really,” You started and Zach gave you a look, revealing he didn’t believe you.

“Princess, I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to be here to make you feel better and save you from the monsters that lurk in the dark. Let me help you, what’s wrong?” He replied, concern written all over his face.

“It’s just… the hate. It’s all over the place. I can’t be myself without a fan commenting I don’t deserve you, and you know what? They’re probably right. Look at me. I’m a mess. Why are you still here with me? They all ship you with Hailey. (a/n random name guys) You’d be better off with her anyways…” You said, looking away feeling full of embarrassment for letting out all your feelings and thoughts.

Before you could take back any of what you said, Zach took out his phone. You felt a bit hurt that after you poured out your heart, he didn’t even have a response.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” you said, breaking the silence and out of Zach’s arms to face the other side of the room.

Once again Zach didn’t say anything, but rather began typing over the keyboard of his phone.

Suddenly, he pulled you into his lap without saying anything.

“Hey everyone,” Zach began, speaking into the phone. You peered to see who he was speaking to and realized you were on instagram live.

You turned your head away super quick to hide the mess you called your face. Zach on the other hand, took your hand into his and gave it a kiss.

“I’ve begun to notice some of you are sending hateful words and messages towards my beautiful girlfriend y/n. I just want to remind you that regardless of anything any of you say, she us my girlfriend and I love her with all my heart. I actually told her i had a sound check today, but I actually had to pick something up for her.”

Zach turned away from the camera and faced you now. “We’ve been together for quite some time now. Just over a year. No, I’m not proposing, not yet at least. But i wanted to remind you how much I love you and just how much you mean to me.”

Tears began to spill out of the corner of yours eyes due to this cute gesture. He pulled out a small box from his pocket and opened it up. In it was the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

“y/n, will you accept this promise ring? I promise to always love you no matter what. You’re the one for me! One day I hope to exchange this ring for an engagement ring, but for now, seeing we’re still young, let me promise that I love you and I want this forever!”

You couldn’t form an audible sentence, so you kissed him, forgetting the camera was still focusing on the both of you. “I love you so much,” you whispered, going in for another kiss.

Instead of answering you, he kissed you back, making sure to turn off the camera knowing it wouldn’t be PG much longer.

#Why Don’t We #why don’t we boys #why don’t we band #zach herron #zachary dean herron #zachary herron #haters #so cute #fluffy #wdw imagine #zach herron imagine #why dont we imagine #imagine

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Hey Patient! Hows the next chapter of In Times of Need coming? :D

You’ll be happy to know I just finished it!

JSE Fanfiction - In Time of Need (Part 10: Instinct)

Summary: With the others critically wounded, Jameson and Robbie are forced to take charge and call out for help.

It wasn’t normal for Marvin, Schneep, and Chase to be sleeping like this;Robbie was certain of that. This mysterious state called “sleeping” had alwaysbeen a mystery to him. Chase had once awkwardly tried to explain it as goingdead and then waking up the next morning, but he wasn’t able to answer Robbie’squestions about why they weren’t more like him when they woke up.

It hadn’t really mattered in the long run; Robbie didn’t have theattention span to keep prying about the topic. In fact, he’d nearly forgottenhe’d ever asked until that night. Sometimes, when he was wandering down thehalls late at night, one of the bedroom doors would be ajar and he would nudgeit open, squeeze through the narrow opening and pad up to the bed to check onthem.

Most of them were still enough to be dead—Marvin had a tendency to twitchand fidget which unsettled Robbie—but their chests still rose and fell, and sometimesthey made little purring noises that the zombie liked. If he’d dared, hewould’ve touched them to know if the purrs felt like a kitten’s but the onetime he’d tried it on Jackieboy, he’d startled awake and scared Robbie half todeath, so he’d opted not to do it again.

This wasn’t that kind of sleep. When Marvin had dozed off standing up,Robbie had surged forward to catch him. It hadn’t been too difficult but whenMarvin was slumped against his chest, he found that he was wet and sticky,smelling primarily primarily like salt and blood, so he let him slide to thefloor. Chase was already fast asleep, sprawled out on his side with blood thickin his hair, streams of it trailing across his face onto the linoleum. As soonas Jameson had his cell phone in his hands, Schneep promptly slumped facedown tothe floor and went to sleep too.

“No, no,no, wait!” Jameson burst out, kneeling next to Schneep and patting his cheekhurriedly. Schneep must fall asleep very quickly, because he didn’t respond andJameson mouthed a curse that didn’t register on his speech slides as he lungedback to his feet. “How do I operate this confounded widget?! Robbie, isthere any chance you…?”

Shuffling around Marvin to meet Jameson halfway, Robbie peered closely atthe device, his milky eyes lighting up as he saw the familiar icons. “Snap!Snap!” he exclaimed, to which Jameson shook his head helplessly.

“Snap? Whatis ‘snap’?”

Hopping up and down eagerly, Robbie poked a finger at the screen,repeating the motion when it didn’t register his touch. When Jameson clickedit, it worked perfectly, however, and Robbie wrapped his arms tightly aroundJameson, earning a soundless gasp.

“Smile!” the zombie urged as their eyes enlarged and cute animal earsappeared on the screen.

“What?What?! Robbie, we can’t waste time on this—oh, golly, what’s happened to me?!I’m being deformed!” Jameson babbled in horror, turning his head to lookat his companion just as the picture clicked. Robbie promptly loosened his holdenough that he could glare at him, allowing the gentleman to regain hisfooting. “I—I don’t understand this confusticating doodad! How am I to callanyone with this enchanted mirror?!”

“Pic! Better! Better pic!”Robbie protested in frustration, grabbing futilely at the phone for another tryas Jameson skirted out of his reach.

“You’reright, you’re right. I need to choose more wisely; I’ll—I’ll press this centerbutton here and—ah! You see that? We’re back to these foreign symbols! Nowwhich is the one to call…?” No sooner had he asked did a loud trill erupt fromthe device, the screen flashing with a new notification. Too overcome to copewith the ringing, Jameson gave up and hurled the phone in Robbie’s direction. “There,there you are! Have it if you know how it works!”

As the insistent ringing continued, Robbie took several seconds to peerclosely at the image on the screen before lighting up as he recognized it: thepretty woman who came to visit Jack. He almost hadn’t recognized her since shewas smiling in the picture; she’d always looked so sad since Jack fell asleep. “Seen!”he burst out, glancing excitedly between the younger Ego and the icon.

“Oh, my, it’sJack’s dame, Miss Hansen! She’s calling out to us through the mirror! But howdo we answer?!” Jameson agonized, wringing his hands helplessly ashe scanned the screen. “She wants to…FaceTime with us? What on earth doesthat mean?”

“Seen face!” Robbie stated,quite tempted to roll his eyes at Jameson’s cluelessness, though he refrainedbecause his eyes were liable to fall out of his head.

“So if weanswer, it will allow us to see her…Righto, then, let’s try this—”

Sure enough, Signe’s image came to life. She didn’t look nearly as happyas she had in her icon, Robbie noticed. That seemed normal for her now, so hedidn’t pay it much mind.

“Hello? Jameson, Robbie, where’s Dr. Schneeplestein?” Signe questioned,brows furrowing in concern. “This is his phone, isn’t it?”

“Quiteright, madam, but—”

“I’m sorry, could you tilt the phone down, please? I can’t see yourspeech slides, JJ.”

“Alright,then, let me have the blasted thing back, Robbie.” Without somuch as a “please”, Jameson retook the phone from the disappointed zombie,drastically tilting it down toward the floor and earning a sharp inhale from thewoman on the other end.

“What’s that puddle in the background? Oh, my—is that blood?!” she gasped.“I got an automatic message from the CCC system and I wanted to check in—What ishappening?” It only took a singlebeat for her to realize what that blood could imply and who it could be from. “Isit Seán’s?! Please, no, please don’t tellme he’s—”

“He’salright, Miss Hansen, he’s in the same condition!” Jamesonhurried to interrupt, clearly trying to sound soothing even though he had novoice. “But everyone else is in a terriblestate; we need help as quick as you can send it!”

With Jameson hogging the phone and never letting Robbie get a word inedgewise to Signe, the zombie returned his attention to the others, crouching nextto Chase and pawing at his shoulder, turning him onto his back so he could geta better look at him. Like Jack, Chase didn’t wake up at his touch, and hishead seemed strangely loose on his neck, rolling back and forth like a singlegrape in a shaken bowl. Robbie patiently took ahold of his chin, stilling himso he could lean in close to inspect it.

There was quite a lot of blood; Robbie hadn’t seen this much blood sincethe last time the Glitch visited! It was warm and gooey under his fingertips, like thechocolate he only got on his birthday, and the longer he dabbed at it, thestickier it became. For a few good minutes, playing with it entertained him,but once the amusement wore off, his senses belatedly registered somethingelse.

It smelled good.

Robbie paused, tilting his head at the unexpected realization and thensnuffling experimentally. The enticingly tangy scent wasn’t a fluke; as soon asit struck his nose again, his mouth automatically started watering. After amoment or two of sniffing for more, he remembered himself, reeling back and hunchinghis shoulders guiltily.

Kie said…no…

“Robbie, youmight see zombies on TV eating people, but that’s not right,” the hero hadexplained firmly.

“Bad?” Robbiehad ventured.

“Yes, bad. Noneof them are supposed to do that and neither are you. You don’t do that, okay?”

Jackieboy’s words had been very clear, clear enough for even Robbie tounderstand, and it had been easy enough to agree with them then, but the olderEgo wasn’t here to understand just how delectable the smell was! Halfheartedly lickingat his split lower lip for any trace of his own blood, Robbie peekedsubversively over at Jameson. He was still talking with Signe and had movedacross the room to crouch next to Marvin.

His back was turned.

Murring low in his throat, Robbie fidgeted, his gaze darting back to whatlay immediately in front of him. Chase’s green hair was matted with red, hisflesh was dripping with it, and Robbie’s eyes glazed and dilated as theytracked each drop that slid down his face toward the floor. He was suddenlyhyperaware of the gnawing emptiness in his stomach; no one had made him food today.Fleetingly he thought of the animal meat he ate on a regular basis, but withthis right in front of him, it paled in comparison. This was real, fresh, bloody meat lying at his feet. Hisstomach snarled and twisted at the thought and a tremor of need rocked himforward so he could inhale again. As soon as a lock of Chase’s hair wetlybrushed the tip of Robbie’s nose, he was lost in it. The smell swirled aroundhis head, enveloping him, clouding all other thoughts.

Food. Flesh.Food. Flesh. Food, his mind chanted, his skin prickling in anticipationas he growled deep in his throat, settling on his haunches.

“How’s Robbie? Is he doing okay?” Signe’s voice barely registered asRobbie snatched up Chase’s nearest arm, peeling his hand open to seek out the bloodon his palm and fingers first. Save head…last…

“Well, heseems to be—” Jameson’s shoe squeaked as he spun around to face him, bringing thezombie’s head up with a questioning rumble. Startled, the youngest Ego shiftedhis weight back and forth uncomfortably, holding the phone close as heventured, “Ro—Robbie, my good chap…what are you doing?”

Robbie’s grip on Chase’s wrist tightened possessively, dirty nailsdigging into his warm, pliable, delectable skin that was ready and waiting tobe eaten. Chase’s fingers twitched in response, drawing a soft grunt from him thatcaused Jameson to perk up.

“Chase?” Hopeful,worried, and unaware of the danger, he slid two steps closer.

Jaw near-unhinging with a feral screech, Robbie threw down Chase’s armand hurled himself forward, crashing into the helpless Jameson with enoughforce to flatten him. The phone clattered away as Jameson threw his arms up toprotect himself, Signe’s panicked shouts going unheard.

“Robbie! Jameson?! What’s happening?! Is anyone there?!”

“M-i-i-i-i-ine!” the zombieroared as Jameson flailed and cried underneath him, his speech slides ablur.

“No! No, please, stop! Stop! Robbie, it’s me! Robbie! Robbie!Wake up!!”

Deaf to his pleas, Robbie snapped and snarled at his face, tearing at anyexposed skin he could find. His vision tunneled, adrenaline was reeling throughhim, all rational thought abandoned in favor of defending his meal. Jameson wasno match for his inhuman strength; Robbie could feel bones cracking under hishands as he brought them down hard, over and over and over—

A glancing kick to his chest in the course of Jameson’s struggle knockedhim off balance just enough for Jameson to scramble out from under him,desperately trying to haul himself upright as his legs buckled underneath him. Scrabblingonto all fours, Robbie shook himself, frothy slobber glistening against baredteeth, muscles in his back and shoulders rippling as he crouched low acrossfrom the stricken Jameson. For a solid thirty seconds, they tried to catch theirbreath—a stalemate.

“Robbie…” the youngestEgo pleaded tearfully, his speech slide hardly flickering as he lifted his handever so slowly, running the back of his sleeve over the largest of the gashestorn into his cheek. “It’s…me…P-Please…”

There was no recognition in Robbie’s narrowed eyes. They trailed slowlydownward, following Jameson’s arm as he lowered it, fixated on the crimsonsmear across his sleeve. Shivering against the wall, Jameson tucked his armcloser to his side, glancing timidly between the blood and the zombie.

No recognition—only hunger.

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Worlds Away - Ch 2

Genre: Online Dating!AU

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: Dirty talk, Smut, Angst, Language, Slight Dom

Plot: You met Jimin through your favorite online video game. Finding out that he lived on the other side of the world from you. You both quickly fell for each other, and dealt with the issues that come with online dating. Although, some temptations are too hard to turn away. Especially when your significant other is nowhere near.

A/N:Thank you all so much for patiently waiting. I know this is late, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I will try my hardest to be on time with the next chapter. Let me know what you think! -B

Jimin cards his hand through his hair as he walks down the busy Seoul streets. He adorned a black face mask, and sunglasses to try to be as unnoticeable as possible to the people mindlessly passing him as he heads to the address his company gave him. A coffee shop…how typical… He thinks; annoyance etched on every crevice of his face as the company told him of their plans.

He sighs as he reaches his destination. Standing under the neon signs that marked his last days of freedom for who knows how long. As he reaches for to pull the door of the shop open, out of the corner of his eye he spots the paparazzi trying to get the best sighting of him. He rolled his eyes at the thought of his company calling in an ‘anonymous tip’ as to his whereabouts, and who with. He never understood how they acted like they were so sly when they stick out like sore thumbs. 

The bell at the top of the door dinged as he entered the coffee shop. No one paid any attention to his arrival; even the baristas were too busy, scurrying around behind the bar serving orders.  He was thankful as he ducked his head towards the register. 

“Two iced americanos, please…” He ordered as the smiling barista took his cash, carefully handing back his change. 

“That will be right out, sir.” She responded as she walked away.

As he waited for his order his thoughts drifted to you. How your cheeks pulled up when you smiled, how your laugh sounded and flowers bloomed in his chest knowing it was him that made you laugh. He pictured the way your hair fell into your face and your eyes drooped with the weight of your day pushing you to sleep. He desperately hoped he would be able to tell you about the shitty situation his company threw at him, but they expected him to head to the cafe directly after they had informed him.

Jimin was snapped out of his thoughts as the barista called for him to retrieve his order. He shuffled over to the counter and retrieved the drinks, and turned around to look for a table. He huffed as the only one that was available was dead center. He took his seat and lightly drummed his fingers on his cheek waiting for his date to arrive. 

The bell to the cafe chirped; Jimin was too lost in thought to pay it any mind. He didn’t notice her presence next to him until she had cleared her throat. 

“O-Oh…” Jimin stuttered as he shot up from his chair. “Hello Rose.” 

“Still as clueless as ever I see…” Rose said as she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Is that mine?” She asked pointing to the second cup of coffee sitting on the table.

“Yes, who else would it be for?” Jimin asked as he slumped back down into his seat. “We are dating now, are we not?” He asked without turning his head towards Rose. Opting to look out the window at the fidgety paparazzi continuing to pile onto the sidewalk.

“Look, I’m just as unhappy as you are.” Rose sneered

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” Jimin replied, shaking his head at the girl. “Let’s just get this over with…” He said as he pushed himself away from the table.

Rose reached her hand out to his, giving him a lopsided smile. Jimin took her hand in his as he forced the sweetest smile he could muster. 

Her warmth enveloped his hand and all he could think as she lead him out of the cafe is how it would feel to have you here. How he would intertwine his fingers with yours. He would pull you into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He pictured your life together, how your apartment would look. He felt sadness creep into his chest at the thoughts. Snap out of it Jimin… He shook his head as he looked forward, watching Rose push the door open to the cafe. 

As soon as the door opened, and that damned chime ringed Jimin twirled Rose around to face him and wrapped an arm around her ribs. Smiling down at her as hard as he could. She moved forward to press her forehead to his, closing her eyes as she gave him a warm smile.

They stood like that for what seemed like forever.  All they could hear was gasps from passer bys, and the loud click click click of the cameras they both knew were there from the beginning. 

“That’s enough.” Jimin said curtly. He pulled away from Rose and grabbed her by the wrist. Pulling her away from all the commotion and down a nearby alley.

“Our business is done here.” He said as he made his way down to the other side of the alley. He threw the hood to his jacket over his head, and pulled his sunglasses over his eyes. 

“W-Wait!” Rose shouted. “Jimin! Wait!” 

Jimin halted his steps, as if cement had hardened around his feet. “Would you shut up?” He snarled over his shoulder. “Do you want everyone to know where we are?”

“I’m sorry.” Rose said in a small voice. Jimin noticed as tears started to well up in her eyes. Jimin looked at the ground and sighed. 

“Look, this could ruin everything for me. The relationship I have built, the trust that she has in me.” He balled his fists at his sides as he was overcome with emotion. “I would give anything for her…”

He turned away from Rose and walked away. He headed straight for his dorm, locking himself in his room when he arrived. Lulling himself into a restless sleep. 

Jimin shot up from his bed. Breathing heavily, sweat covering his chest. He rubbed his hands over his eyes, peering at the clock in between his fingers.

 6:05 am

“NO!” Jimin shouted. He kicked the covers off of him and threw himself off his bed. “No no no no no…” He repeated as he made his way to his laptop. His mind was racing as he waited for the machine to wake up. It is 6:05 here…that means it is….10:05pm her time…. 

“SHIT!” He yelled as he slammed his fists on the table. 

Taehyung poked his head into the room, “Hey man, are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just leave me alone. Please.” Jimin pleaded with his roommate.

“Okay, okay.” Tae replied. “I’m here you know…” 

Jimin waved his hand in dismissal at Taehyung as he heard his door close. 

He quickly opened up skype as your notifications popped up one by one, quickly filling Jimin with dread. He began typing messages quicker than his brain could process.

No, Y/N. No. Please.

Please let me explain.

Calling Y/N….

No Answer. Call back?

Calling Y/N….

No Answer. Call back?

Calling Y/N….

No Answer. Call back?

Answer me! Please! 

Jimin’s eyes filled with tears as he processed your silence and what it meant. He sat back in his chair, thinking of what he could do. How he could fix this. Rehearsal was in an hour, he needed to get up and begin getting ready but he couldn’t will his legs to move. 

He sat there for another 30 minutes. His head in his hands, processing how he could have made such an awful mistake. Why didn’t he prepare himself? Why didn’t he say fuck his company, and tell you anyways? Why hadn’t he gotten to you sooner?

“Dude! Come on! We are going to be late!” Taehyung called from down the hallway. 

Jimin pulled himself away from his chair; looking at his laptop one last time to check what he knew wasn’t there. 

Rehearsal was the longest Jimin had ever had to endure, or at least it felt that way to him. He made a lot of mistakes, and did not perform even close to the best of his abilities. He tripped on his own feet over and over trying to just get by as his clouded mind took up almost his entire consciousness.

Words of worry were called his way repeatedly throughout the night. The other members were genuinely concerned about his well being, especially Taehyung. He dismissed them with a wave of his hand, and reassured them he would be fine. That did little to calm any of their concerns. 

Jimin decided to skip dinner and headed straight to his room when they returned to their dorms. He flipped open his laptop, quickly typing out a few more pleas for you to reply to him. 

I miss you…I’m sorry….

He threw himself onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The hole in his chest never ceasing to announce it’s presence.

I could go to her….. he thought. Feeling like it was only a far away wish, one that he couldn’t make come true even in his wildest dreams. 

“I COULD GO TO HER.” He half whispered, half yelled as he rushed towards his desk. Typing in the web address to his bank account, and bringing up the schedule for the next event he was expected to perform at. 

He had the money, of course he did. He never went anywhere or did anything except for talk to you and go to and from his schedules. He spend his money on food, other necessities, and not much else. 

It all seemed too good to be true, the stars were aligning right in his favor. The universe was casting a small amount of light into the pit he had hurled himself into just hours before. He wasn’t scheduled for another event for a week…his members would understand him skipping out on a couple of rehearsals.

He booked a flight that would leave early the next morning, pushed away from his desk and began searching for his backpack. 

Jimin threw his backpack onto his bed and began searching through his drawers for the clothing he would need. 

“Socks…Boxers….Shirts….Jeans….Shoes…..” He made a mental note of everything he had laid out on his bed so he would not forget anything. Once he assured himself he had grabbed everything he hastily shoved it in his backpack, and placed it by the door of his room. 

He opened his door and padded out into the living room in search of Taehyung. Finding him exactly where he knew he would, in front of the TV playing video games. 

“Jungkook no!!!!!” Taehyung yelled through the mic as he threw he controller up in the air. Groaning as Defeat flashed across the screen in bright red letters. Jimin quirked an eyebrow up at the sight and laughed as he took his place next to Tae on the couch.

“I don’t know what you think is so funny…” Tae pouted as he crossed his arms and waited for the next match to begin. Jimin could hear Jungkook apologizing through the other side of the headphones. 

“You know, man. You’ll grow roots from your ass into this couch if you never get up.” Jimin teased as he elbowed Tae in the sides. 

“Tae…” Jimin said slowly. The sudden change in his friend’s demeanor had Taehyung quickly setting down his controller and turning his full attention to Jimin. Worry plastered if every crevice of his face.

“Tae, I fucked up.” Jimin wailed as he threw his head in his hands, propped up on his knees by his elbows.

Taehyung placed a comforting hand on Jimin’s back. Jimin sobbed into his hands; feeling so vulnerable in front of his best friend. He didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to show how he was feeling. He  wanted to always show that he was strong and that he could handle the world by himself. 

“It’s okay, Jimin. It’s okay.” Tae said softly as he rubbed circles into his friends back. “Whatever happened, I’m sure it can be fixed. I’m assuming this is about Y/N, right?”

Jimin nodded, cringing at the mention of your name. Not sparing his friend a glance in his direction, afraid of how he looked. 

Taehyung patiently waited for Jimin to continue. Jimin sighed and launched into the story of what had caused his world to crumble at his feet. 

“..I mean…I can’t blame the company, I guess. They’re doing what is right for them. How could they have known it would cause all this??” Jimin confessed.  “I should have stood up for myself….I should have stood up for Y/N….Instead I rolled over like a dog and took whatever they handed my way.”

Jimin was beating himself up pretty badly as he told Taehyung his story. He had curled himself into a ball on the opposite side of the couch by the time he was done. 

“Wow…” Was all Taehyung could get out at the end of everything. “Well I guess you couldn’t have known she would see it…” Taehyung tried. “No, that’s an impossible thought. Of course she would have seen it. Of course she would have jumped to the exact conclusion she did, why wouldn’t she have?” Tae was trying to form the words that would make Jimin feel better, but so far he was doing the exact opposite. 

“I’m going to see her.” Jimin said, interrupting Tae’s rambling. Taehyung’s eyes widened at the confession. “W-What? When? How?!” Taehyung yelled at his jumped to his feet.

Jimin shrugged. “I have the money, we don’t have another schedule for a week. She told me where she lived some time last year…” He sighed and looked at the ground. “All I have to worry about is her listening to me…”

Taehyung nodded. “Don’t worry about it, man. I will cover for you at practice. Go get her.” He said as he flashed Jimin his famous boxy grin.

“Thank you.” Jimin responded and wrapped his arms around Tae’s neck, giving him a tight hug before retreating into his room.

Jimin pulled the covers up to his chest as he sank into his mattress. This is going to be a long night. He thought as he ran through every possible scenario of what tomorrow would bring.

Jimin woke up to his blaring alarm clock that signaled he needed to begin the most grueling trip of his lifetime. He pulled himself out of bed and tugged the outfit he had laid out the night before over his frame.

A black t-shirt, leather jacket, black jeans, and boots. All black… He thought Great choice for the funeral of my relationship… he half heartedly joked to himself.

He pulled the straps of his backpack over his shoulders as he quietly made his way out the front door of his dorm. Once he safely wouldn’t wake up Taehyung’s sleeping form on the couch, he pulled out his phone to call a taxi.

He waited on a bench outside their dorms for the taxi to arrive. The rays of the morning sun hadn’t even began to peak past the horizon. Jimin tried to remember the last time he was up this early. He was mindlessly kicking a rock between his boots when the taxi pulled up.

After giving the driver his destination, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up skype. He hoped that if you hadn’t answered him, at the very least you would be online. Jimin sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket when neither one was true. 

The taxi pulled up to the departures level of the airport. Jimin paid the driver before grabbing his belongings and making his way to the glass doors. 

Once he checked in, went through the line for his ticket and bag check, he made his way to his gate. He sat down and rested his head against the chair, closing his eyes and trying to relax a little before the plane arrived. 

It had only seemed like Jimin closed his eyes 5 minutes ago before a tiny voice was jolting him from his sleep.

“Hey…” The little girl poked him on the arm “Hey mister! The plane is here!” She said excitedly as she stood on the tips of her toes and pointed to the awaiting plane outside of the windows. Jimin gave her a huge grin and thanked her for letting him know before her parents were whisking her away to take their place in line. 

Jimin boarded the plane and found his seat with no issues. He was thankfully alone in his row, and was able to spread out to get some much needed sleep.

Jimin was awakened by the flight attendant 5 hours later offering him some food, or something to drink. He didn’t realize how hungry he was until he felt his stomach turn at the mention of food. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes after placing his order and looked out the window. The sun illuminated the remaining clouds, and below them he could see the ocean. Stretching far beyond the horizon. 

The rest of the flight was easy. He switched from sleeping, to watching movies and playing games on his phone. The pilot announced for the passengers to buckle their seat belts and prepare for landing. Jimin broke out in cold sweats as he did what the pilot asked. He gnawed on his lip and tried to keep himself distracted from the fact that he would be standing on your doorstep in no less than an hour.

Once Jimin got off of the plane he ran to the exit as fast as his feet would carry him. He waved down a taxi and handed the driver your address. His hands were shaking, his feet unable to stop the tapping they were doing on the floor of the car as he watched your city fly by him. The thunder boomed outside and he jumped at the sound. Calm down…It’s okay….calm down…. Jimin repeated over and over to himself. 

“This is as far as I can take you if you don’t know the code to the gate…” The driver called over his shoulder. “I’d hate to just drop you off in the rain like this, but there is not much else I can do.”

“That is okay. Thank you, sir.” Jimin nodded at him as he placed the money for the fare in the driver’s palm. 

“Have a good night!” The driver called as Jimin shut the door behind him.

He clutched his bag in his arms, trying to protect his belongings from the falling rain. He opened the gate that led into your apartment complex and began looking at numbers on the doors. Hoping yours wasn’t far from the entrance. Once he realized he was heading in the right direction he began looking at the place you lived. He smiled as he realized it was perfect for you. There were trees covering the entire complex, it was quiet and pretty. 

He turned a corner and realized he was face to face with your door. His breath hitched in his throat as he raised his knuckles to lightly wrap on your door. When you didn’t respond, he tried again. What if she knows it’s me and is choosing to ignore me?? He was panicking at this point. He knocked again.

His heart nearly stopped beating as he heard you shuffle from behind your apartment door. He looked down at his backpack trying to calm himself when he heard the door swing open. He looked up at your through widened eyes and noticed you had a sort of confused expression on your face. Your hair was a mess, you looked like you hadn’t eaten or slept much in the past couple days. Jimin couldn’t help the tears that welled up in his eyes at the thought that the reason for you falling like this was him. 

He looked at you in the eyes and that is when he noticed a look of realization come across your features. Your eyes grew wide, and your mouth hung open. He prepared himself for the worst. For the onslaught of you yelling anything you wanted at him, but instead all he heard was his name. 

You couldn’t believe he was there, he was actually standing outside your apartment. You were staring at him with your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. 

“I was serious about you not contacting me…” You said firmly once you got your wits about you. He looked up at you right as you shut the door in his face. 

You placed your back on the door and moved down to sit on the floor. You placed your head on your knees. Unable to stop the tears that were streaming down your cheeks, or the sobs that broke through your chest. 

Jimin placed his head on the head on the door. Listening to your sobs. He wanted so badly to pull you into his chest. To make everything right. He didn’t want to be the reason that you were feeling this way. It felt like his heart was being wrenched from his chest. 

“Y/N…Y/N please.” Jimin sounded so desperate. “Please listen to me. Talk to me. I’m begging you.”

“Give me a reason why I should.” You snapped at him.

“Because I didn’t do what you think I did!” Jimin yelled. “I didn’t come all the way to you to lie to you Y/N!”

“Please, just let me in.”  He asked again. “Plus….I’m cold.” 

You sighed as you pulled yourself off the floor. You opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. 

“Thank you.” He whispered as he stepped over the threshold of  your apartment.

You both awkwardly stood in your entryway. Neither of you knowing what to say, or what to do. “Do…do you want me to take your bag?” You broke the suffocating silence first. 

“Sure.” He said as he slumped his bag off of his shoulders. “Where should I put it?”

“Uh. In my room I guess…” You said as you sniffled and moved towards your bedroom. 

As Jimin followed you to your room he noticed your untouched laptop sitting on the desk. He immediately recognized the wall behind it.

You sat down on your bed as you watched Jimin set his bag next to your dresser. “I’ll leave you alone so you can change your clothes…or whatever….” You stood up and moved to walk out of your bedroom. Jimin caught you by your elbow. His touch felt like lightning on your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat; you didn’t dare turn towards Jimin afraid of what he might say, or do.

“I only want to make things right right now. I will stay in these sopping wet clothes until you hear me out.” Jimin said after taking a deep breath through his nose. “So sit down and listen to me, because I am really uncomfortable….please.” He chuckled.

You nodded and turned around to sit back down on you bed. Jimin took your hands in his as he knelt down on the floor in front of you. 

“Please believe me when I say that I didn’t want to hurt you.” He looked up into your eyes. “It…it was my company. They had me meet with Rose as a publicity stunt.”

Jimin told you the whole story; from the moment his company told him of their plans, to the moment he ended up on your doorstep. He looked so sincere, you believed every word he said. You didn’t know if that was a stupid move or not. 

“So…that’s it.” Jimin said as he looked from your hands in your lap to your face. You felt tears spilling over onto your cheeks. “Hey….” Jimin said softly as he brought his hand up to your cheek; wiping your tears away as more took their place. 

You leaned your head into his palm as you tried to breath and keep yourself from sobbing right then and there. 

“I just…I read the headline and saw the picture. It all looked so real. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe you. I wanted it so badly not to be true.” You mumbled. “I haven’t even opened my laptop because I was scared of what you would say. I’m so sorry, I jumped to conclusions and I know that was stupid. I’m sorry, Jimin. I really am”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Jimin said softly. “I would have thought the same thing, and reacted the same way if I were you if I am being honest with myself. I can promise you, you are the only one I want. I was so upset and I didn’t even have the guts to do anything about it. But what could I do?” He sighed and pulled his hand away from your face, rising to his feet. 

You tried to calm yourself and stop your tears from spilling over. The mattress sank under Jimin’s weight next to you. He pulled his boots off and walked to the living room to place them near the door. 

“I can go to a hotel now that I’ve seemingly made things right. I just need directions.” He shrugged. “Or…If it’s alright with you, I can sleep on the couch.”

Jimin peered at you through his drying bangs as you shuffled from foot to foot. You crossed your living room in a couple steps and threw yourself into in his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he quickly wound his around your lower back. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and you stood there wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like hours.  

“You can sleep in my bed…uh. If you want. I will take the couch. You’ve been traveling all day. I’m sure you’re tired.” You said into his chest. He just chuckled in response. You looked up at him to ask what he thought was so funny, but were stopped dead in your tracks at the serious look on his face. 

His iris’ were blown out and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looked down at you. 

“Is that okay?” You asked. He only nodded in response.

“O-okay. You should change then. You’ll get sick..” You began to pull away from him, but his arms tightened around your waist. You placed your hands on his chest and looked back up into his eyes. 

He leaned down and placed his lips on yours. Lightly at first, but he deepened the kiss once he felt you reciprocating the kiss. You groaned into his lips as you felt you were melting, and the world around you disappeared. You were sure if it weren’t for his arms tightly wound around your waist you would have fell into a pool on the ground. 

You moved your hands over his chest to pull off his jacket. He let go of you long enough to chuck his jacket onto the ground. He placed his hands on both of your hips and spun you around to place your back on your apartment door as he hovered over you. He was breathing hard as he looked at you through hooded lids. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He breathed. He was so close that you felt his breath fan across your face. You gave him a crooked smile before wrapping your hands in his shirt pulling him into you, crashing your lips back onto his. 

He look your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a light bite as he moved his attention to your neck. You lulled your head to the side, giving him better access to your neck. Heat surged down your stomach and stopped at your core. You moaned as he bit down, swiping his tongue as if to sooth the light sting he left behind. You felt him smile against you as you let him know you loved what he was doing. 

His hands began working at the tie of your robe and he made his way to the other side of your neck, making sure to leave marks for others to know he was there. You shrugged your robe off your shoulders leaving you in your thin, silk tank top and shorts. 

“Holy shit.” Jimin panted. He reconnected his lips with yours and swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for permission to entangle the muscle with yours. He had his body pressed against yours at every point he could. His hands began roaming underneath your shirt. Everywhere his fingertips touched left sparks in their wake. You’ve only been dreaming about having him this close to you, and now that it was actually happening you couldn’t control the way your body was reacting to him.  

His hands moved down to cup your ass, pulling you away from your place on the door. He gave the back of your thighs a light tap, signalling for you to wrap your legs around his waist. He easily scooped you up and shoved you back into the door. You could feel his length against your core, which was burning with need by this point.  

“J-Jimin” You moaned against his lips. 

“Yes, doll?” He asked as he began rolling his hips into yours. You have never been so thankful in your life that he was professionally trained how to move those sinful hips of his.

You kicked your head back and groaned. He chuckled as he used the opportunity to reconnect his mouth to your neck. He continued to rut his hips against yours, squeezing your cheeks in the process. 

“Bed, Jimin. Go into the room…Please” You managed to get out. He looked into your eyes and smiled “Yes Ma’am.” He spun around with you in his arms and made his way towards your room. 

His forehead was pressed against yours as he whispered sweet nothings to you on his way there. “God you are so beautiful.” He whispered. “How did I get so lucky.” You smiled at him and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

He tossed you onto your bed, you giggled as your head hit your pillows and you tugged at the bottom of your shirt. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him in the most sensual way you could.

“Fuck…don’t look at me like that.” He huffed as he pulled apart your knees, and placed himself between them. “Do you realize what you’re doing to me?” He asked as he placed kisses along your collarbone.

“The real question is….do I really want to stop?” He giggled the sweetest giggle you had ever heard leave his mouth, it completely did not fit the situation that was currently taking place. “I hope not.” He responded. 

 He hooked him thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You lifted your hips giving his permission to continue. He pulled off your shorts and underwear in one fail swoop. 

He tossed the material over his shoulder and placed himself back in between your thighs. He sank down onto his stomach, and hooked your knees over his shoulders. He began at your knees and kissed his way down your thighs, alternating between both of your legs. You let out the breath that you didn’t know you had been holding in when you felt him blow along your throbbing core. 

“Ugh…Jiminnn…” You groaned. “Mhmmmmm, how may I help you?” He asked, biting hard on your inner thigh. You yelped and he used the opportunity to lick a long stripe along your slit. You arched your back and moaned loudly, turning your head to the side, and burying your head in the pillows. 

“Na uh uh…” Jimin tisked. “Let me hear those pretty moans of yours, or I will stop…” He warned. 

“No no no..Keep going, please.” You begged. 

“Well since you asked so nicely…” He snickered. He began attacking your clit with his tongue. Using the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth. You grabbed onto his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. 

He delved his tongue into your entrance and you moaned louder than you ever have before. You felt a familiar tightening in your core; you thought you were so close to cumming embarrassingly fast but Jimin’s ministrations felt too crazy good for you to care. 

“Jimin…I’m…I’m gonna…” You stuttered. Your heavy breathing making it hard to complete your sentence. Jimin moved back to your clit as he stuck one finger into your core and began pumping it in and out. Your juices spilling out of you the more he moved his finger. 

“You think you can handle two, baby?” He asked. You nodded, unable to catch your breath to answer him properly. “That’s my girl.” He smiled as he entered a second finger and curled them both upwards, rubbing them against your g-spot with every move.

You lifted your hips up off the bed at the incredible feeling he was giving you. His other arm wrapped around your middle, pinning you to the bed to keep from wiggling away from him. 

“Are you gonna cum for me? Huh?” He asked with a sinister look in his eye as he moved in and out of you with unbelievable speed. You nodded, your eyes closing and opening. “I need to hear you, answer me and I will let you finish.”

When did he become this controlling, dominant person? It was a complete 180 from the Jimin you were used to. You didn’t care, because it was turning you on more than you thought it would.

“Yes, oh my god yes.” You moaned and that was all Jimin needed to hear to bring you to the edge. He returned his mouth to your clit and you thrashed under him as you felt the chord in your lower half snap. You grabbed fist fulls of Jimin’s hair as your walls tightened around his fingers. You tried to pull away once the stimulation became too much to bare. You were a whining mess when he moved up to meet your face, your juicing glimmering off his chin.

“Good?” He asked, smiling at you. “Great.” You breathlessly responded, moving his hair off of his forehead. He began kissing you, more gentle than before. “Sit up for me.” He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head once you did as he asked. “So beautiful.” He said as he marveled at your naked form. You suddenly felt too exposed in front of him, as he was still fully clothed.

“Now it’s your turn.” You said as you got up on your knees and pulled his shirt off of him. You gasped as his abs and chest were revealed, rubbing your hands along his torso until you reached the back of his neck. You pulled him into a deep and needy kiss as you palmed his hardened cock through his jeans. 

He gasped at your touch as he rutted his hips into your hand. “Fuck this.” He said as he threw himself off the bed. You were momentarily surprised, thinking he was directing his comment towards you. That is until you saw him practically ripping his jeans and boxers off of himself and bolting back onto the bed. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” He demanded. You quickly did as he asked, the same burning heat returning to your core as you waiting for him to enter  you. He placed his knees on the inside of yours and began squeezing your cheeks in his palms. You moaned as he brought down one of his hands in a loud smack against one of them. He lightly rubbed the area as he did the same thing to the other side. He grabbed his length and pumped it a few times before rubbing the tip against your slit, covering it in your juices.. 

“So wet and dripping for me…” He huffed as he positioned himself at your entrance. “Fuck me already!” You groaned as he teased you by stilling himself at your entrance, rubbing his hands along your thighs. “Quit being a fucking tease!”

“Oh yeah? You think you’re a big girl now?” He asked as he thrust himself into you all the way to the hilt. You moaned loudly as the feeling of him filling you up wracked your body. He pushed your shoulders into the bed as he pinned your arms behind your back by your wrists, using your arms as his leverage to begin thrusting in and out of you with such force you were sure your neighbors could hear your headboard knocking into the wall. 

“J-Jimin…ohh god….my neighbors…” You whined.

He pulled you up into his chest by your shoulders and wrapped a hand lightly around your neck. “Fuck them. I want them to hear how good of a girl you are being.” He growled into your ear, biting down onto your shoulder. “I want them to know how good you take my cock, how good I am making you feel.” You lulled your head onto his shoulder at his words. His grip around your neck tightened, the lack of oxygen making you see stars. This new angle gave him the access to reach places inside you he couldn’t before, and it felt oh so good. You felt your next high quickly approaching, and Jimin knew it as he could feel your walls already tightening around him. 

Jimin let go of your neck and you took in a sharp breath. He moved his hand to your clit and began rubbing figure eights along the bundle of nerves. Your second high reached you soon after as you began twitching and groaning under his touch. “Shhh. That’s it.” He coaxed you down as he carefully laid you back down onto the mattress. “Turn over baby girl. ” He asked as he pulled out of you.

You rolled over, your tired body struggling to do as he requested. He reentered your heat with a grunt as he placed both hands on either one of your hips. He began thrusting into you with relentless speed, chasing his own high. You dug your nails into his forearms as he grunted above you. “I want you to finish inside me. I know you can do it.” You encouraged him, as you brushed the stray hairs away from his face. He licked his lips as he focused on the way you felt around him. Your encouragement was all he needed to come undone. His hips stuttered as he released into you. He collapsed on top of you as he tried to calm his breathing. You rubbed your hands through his hair, telling him how good he did and how he made you feel. 

He pulled out of you and pushed himself off the bed and headed to your bathroom. You heard him opening and closing the cabinets of your bathroom, looking for a towel. Once he found what he was looking for, he ran the towel under the water and returned to you on the bed. 

“Let me clean you up.” He said as you moved to let him wipe the mixture of your juices off of your legs and middle. He cleaned himself off when he was done with you, and moved to lay down on the bed next to you. He pulled you into his chest. You intertwined your legs with his, and pulled the covers over your tired bodies. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Jimin confessed as he pressed his lips to the back of your head. “I love you too, Jimin. So very much.” 

You felt yourself being pulled into the most restful sleep you had had in days, but the last thing Jimin said to you would throw a wrench in your entire life.

“Y/N…I am so serious about our relationship. I would do anything to keep it alive. I love you so much it hurts, and these last couple days without you have been complete hell.” He said as you turned to look into his eyes.

“I know Jimin. You don’t need to convince me. I believe everything you have told me.” You replied, trying to put all his worries to rest.

“Move to Korea…Live with me….” 

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We Tested Ring’s Security. It’s Awful

It's not so much being watched. It's that I don't really know if I'm being watched or not.

From across the other side of the world, a colleague has just accessed my Ring account, and in turn, a live-feed of a Ring camera in my apartment. He sent a screenshot of me stretching, getting ready for work. Then a second colleague accessed the camera from another country, and started talking to me through the Ring device.

"Joe can you tell I'm watching you type," they added in a Slack message. The blue light which signals someone is watching the camera feed faded away. But I still couldn't shake the feeling of someone may be tuning in. I went into another room.

My colleagues were only able to access my Ring camera because they had the relevant email address and password, but Amazon-owned home security company Ring is not doing enough to stop hackers breaking into customer accounts, and in turn, their cameras, according to multiple cybersecurity experts, people who write tools to break into accounts, and Motherboard's own analysis with a Ring camera it bought to test the company's security protections.

Last week a wave of local media reports found hackers harassed people through Ring devices. In one case a hacker taunted a child in Mississippi, in another someone hurled racist insults at a Florida family. Motherboard found hackers have made dedicated software for more swiftly gaining access to Ring cameras by churning through previously compromised email addresses and passwords, and that some hackers were live-streaming the Ring abuse on their own so-called podcast dubbed "NulledCast."

In response to the hacks, Ring put much of the blame for these hacks on its users in a blog post Thursday.

"Customer trust is important to us, and we take the security of our devices and service extremely seriously. As a precaution, we highly encourage all Ring users to follow security best practices to ensure your Ring account stays secure," it said. To be clear, a user who decides to use a unique password on their Ring device and two-factor authentication is going to be safer than one who is reusing previously hacked credentials from another website. But rather than implementing its own safeguards, Ring is putting this onus on users to deploy security best practices; time and time again we've seen that people using mass-market consumer devices aren't going to know or implement robust security measures at all times.

Ring is not offering basic security precautions, such as double-checking whether someone logging in from an unknown IP address is the legitimate user, or providing a way to see how many users are currently logged in—entirely common security measures across a wealth of online services.

"They are worth billions so where is the investment in security," Daniel Cuthbert, who is on the committee for annual cybersecurity conference Black Hat, and who is also a Ring owner, told Motherboard.

The livestream of Motherboard's test Ring camera. Image: Motherboard

A Ring account is not a normal online account. Rather than a username and password protecting messages or snippets of personal information, such as with, say, a video game account, breaking into a Ring account can grant access to exceptionally intimate and private parts of someone's life and potentially puts their physical security at risk. Some customers install these cameras in their bedrooms or those of their children. Through an issue in the way a Ring-related app functions, Gizmodo found these cameras are installed all across the country. Someone with access can hear conversations and watch people, potentially without alerting the victims that they are being spied on. The app displays a user-selected address for the camera, and the live feed could be used to determine whether the person is home, which could be useful if someone were, for example, planning a robbery. Once a hacker has broken into the account, they can watch not only live streams of the camera, but can also silently watch archived video of people—and families—going about their days.

Or a hacker can digitally reach into those homes, and speak directly to the bewildered, scared, or confused inhabitants. That level of sensitivity should arguably encourage more robust security practices than an ordinary account.

Do you work at Ring? We'd love to hear from you. Using a non-work phone or computer, you can contact Joseph Cox securely on Signal on [phone], Wickr on josephcox, OTR chat on [email protected], or email [email protected].

Ring doesn't appear to check a user's chosen password against known compromised user credentials. Although not a widespread practice, more online services are starting to include features that will alert a user if they're using an already compromised password.

Other steps Ring could take to better keep hackers out includes checking whether someone is logging in from an IP address Ring has never seen before, and if so, carrying out additional checks, Cuthbert said. Another is checking for concurrent sessions, such as seeing whether the user is simultaneously logged in from, say, both Germany and the U.K., Cuthbert added, in case one of those may be a hacker accessing the account.

One member of a hacking forum who codes cracking tools, and who Motherboard granted anonymity so they could speak more openly about the process, said, "just enabling SMS verification if there is a connection from an unknown IP would instantly kill each checker." A checker is a piece of software that grinds through credentials to see if they work on a particular site or service.

CRACKING RING

Motherboard purchased a Ring camera to test what sort of security protections are in place to stop or slow hackers trying to break into Ring accounts. After setting up an account, the Ring app, and the camera itself, we shared the email address and password to the camera interface with multiple reporters who used both virtual private network software to connect to the camera from IP addresses from all over the world as well as physically being located in other countries.

We logged into the Ring app and website from the U.S., U.K., Spain, and Singapore, in some cases simultaneously and from various devices and browsers that had never been used to log into the platform before. At no point did Ring trigger any sort of alert, such as an email notification, to check that the IP address the system had never seen did indeed belong to the legitimate camera owner. Gmail, for instance, may email you if it detects a suspicious login attempt from a new location, a new device, or a new browser.

On a desktop web browser, someone who is logged in is able to watch historical, archived footage. From a smartphone app, someone who is logged in can watch live and historical footage, listen through the camera's microphone, speak through the camera's speaker, play an alarm, see the name of the specific Wi-Fi network the camera is connected to, see the address the user originally registered the Ring camera with, see the phone number a user has entered into the app, and see nearby crime "incidents." This shows the specific, user-selected home address plotted on a map. Ring requires that a user input a home address to set up the camera.

A list of archived footage stored in the Ring app. Image: Motherboard

Multiple Motherboard staffers accessed these services simultaneously. But Ring provides no way to see how many people are logged in at once, meaning if a hacker is logged into the app, a Ring owner has no way to tell. If a user is livestreaming the camera feed, a blue light on the front of the camera turns on; however, many Ring users may not constantly be checking whether this light is on or not. Ring also doesn't appear to provide users a list of previous login attempts, making it harder to see if a hacker had access.

Ring hackers' software works by rapidly checking if an email address and password on the Ring web login portal works; hackers will typically use a list of already compromised combinations from other services. If someone makes too many incorrect requests to login, many online services will stop them temporarily from doing so, mark their IP address as suspicious, or present a captcha to check that the user trying to login is a human rather than an automated program. Ring appears to have minimal protections in place for this though. Motherboard deliberately entered the wrong password to our account on the login portal while connecting from the Tor anonymity network dozens of times in quick succession. At no point did Ring try to limit our login attempts or present a captcha.

One source sent Motherboard a screenshot of a piece of Ring cracking software in action.

"Headers can tell the website how legitimate a request is," they wrote along with the screenshot, headers referring to information a web request can include to give more information about the machine logging in. Headers can include the browser or operating system the request comes from, which could indicate if a login attempt is automated by software. "But Ring's security is such that even with minimal headers, you can get by," they added.

A redacted screenshot of the address stored in the Ring app. Image: Motherboard

"Ring is a physical thing, they could implement something to securely pair it with an app on your smartphone. Then, mobile app approves web logins from untrusted web browsers," Dino Dai Zovi, mobile security lead at Square, wrote in a tweet on Sunday.

Security is a trade-off with efficiency. Ring may not want to have stricter checks in place so as to not raise barriers for its users. Perhaps a customer is out of the country but still wants to log into their account and check what has happened in view of the camera, meaning they may connect from a new IP address. But even with this trade-off in mind, Ring has made decisions to not provide users alerts with new logins or other protections.

Ring does offer two-factor authentication, where a user is required to enter a second code sent to them as well as their password, but Ring does not force customers to use it. Motherboard verified that Ring's two-factor authentication does work as advertised, but multiple people who were logged into the app didn't have to log back in after it was enabled—Ring didn't eject them nor ask them to enter a two-factor token. Ring did log everyone out after a password change, however.

Motherboard asked Ring a series of specific and detailed questions, such as whether Ring limits the number of login attempts, or blocks an attempt if the connecting IP address is from a country the user is not usually located in. The company responded with a statement nearly identical to its earlier one, saying, "Ring understands what a big decision it is to pick a home security product, and we don’t take that decision lightly. Ring will continue to introduce additional security features to keep Ring accounts and devices secure, and we're working with our customers to ensure they have the knowledge and tools to practice good password habits."

"They are worth billions so where is the investment in security."

The victims of Ring hacks have said themselves that they feel the company is putting too much burden on them to stop hackers. Ashley LeMay, one of the parents in Mississippi whose camera was hijacked to then spy on their children, told the New York Times she thought Ring's response provided scant information and shifted responsibility for the breaches onto customers.

"Auth [authentication] is still stuck in the '90s," Cuthbert said. "Username and password and very little other than that. That was ok back then but today we have a wealth of knowledge and experience to know that we need additional telemetry to make the [authentication] decision," he added.

Ring is advertised as a home security device which is supposed to make its customers safer by monitoring their homes. But its lack of certain security features shows how the device can work against its owners, and open them up to other risks. When I get home tonight, I'll put the Ring camera back into its box, regardless of whether that little blue light is on or not.

Jason Koebler, Emanuel Maiberg, and Lorenzo Franceschi-Bicchierai provided additional reporting for this piece.

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Chapter 4

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEX SCENES

Carol was checking her emails. She was wondering why she hadn't received her bills as it was that time of the month.

Nothing in the inbox.

Closing the laptop, she made a phone call. Something clearly wasnt right. But as she dialled the number, something came through the letter box. Sighing, she went to the letterbox and picked up the envelope.

She looked horrified. Sprawled in big letters was the sentence. 

EVICTION NOTICE.

When Carol read the full contents of the letter and the reason why she and Billie were being evicted, her anguish turned to anger. It was due to Billie’s behaviour with a local gang who had been terrorising the streets.

When Billie came in an hour later, Carol was ready for confrontation. 

“Have you seen that letter on the end table?” She said in a deadly whisper. Billie looked at her and shook his head then Carol thundered,

“ITS AN EVICTION NOTICE THAT’S WHAT IT IS! BECAUSE OF YOU AND THAT BLOODY GANG YOU'VE BEEN KNOCKING ABOUT WITH! TERRORISING THE NEIGHBOURS AND CAUSING TROUBLE! NOW WERE GONNA BE EVICTED AND THAT’S THE LAST THING I NEED AFTER EVERYTHING THAT’S GOING ON!” 

Billie looked at Carol. He had never seen his mother so angry. As she began to cry, Billie didn't know what to do. He could comfort her, that would help but she would push him away. Instead, he retreated to his room, wanting to the most of the time they had left in the flat.

The Barton kids were at college, the farm and school and Moira had the time to spend with John. After finishing her shift early, she and John came home and embraced. Things seemed so perfect for them at the moment and the revelled in the moment. In fact they were so wrapped up in their own happiness that they didn't see Hannah come home and cry due to the bullying she was receiving at school. It had started a few months ago and showed no sign of stopping. It didn't help that things were being posted about her on the internet.

Carol and Billie moved in with Bianca and Ricky, the day after the eviction notice arrived. There was no point of sticking around after that had arrived. The house was crowded but somehow they would manage. Billie knew that he had to get back in his mothers good books and he decided to get a job at Butlers farm helping Adam Barton on the farm. Carol was pleased by his efforts and decided to accompany him.

As Carol and Billie arrived at Butlers farm, Moira was heading into town.

“Oh hello you must be Carol.” She said pleasantly and Carol smiled and nodded,

“That’s right, I’ve come about the job for my son.”

“My Husband is in the house, talk to him about it. He knows about it more than me.” Moira remarked and headed into town.

Carol walked inside and was approached by John and Carol was amazed at handsome he looked, he reminded her of.....

She couldn't think of David. She hadn't heard from him for a long time and began to think that he had lost interest.

“Hello You must be Carol and its Billie that’s after the job. I’m John and Moira is my wife. I’ve got three kids Adam, Holly and Hannah. Is Billie your only child?” John asked and Carol shook her head,

“No I’ve got three other kids, Bianca,Robbie and Sonya. Grown up off course with kids of their own.” Carol said fondly.

“You don’t look like a grandmother to me.” John said sweetly and Carol smiled. She liked him already.

As Carol and John talked, she was aware of what responsibilities Billie would be doing and they enjoyed each others company. 

“Ill send Billie to the farm first thing in the morning. Thank you for giving him a chance. Hes really determined to make a go of another chance.” Carol remarked and John hugged her before they said goodbye. Carol wished she had a man like John, someone to love her and care for her.

It had been two months since Chas and Carls love affair had been exposed and they were now officially a couple. Although Aaron had forgiven Chas, it was clear it would a while before she could repair the damage that she had done.

“You spoken to Aaron?” Carl asked and Chas shook her head.

“Do you think hell ever forgive me?” Chas asked sadly, it was clearly bothering her that Aaron wasn't haven't proper conversations with er like they used too. Carl held her close,

“Yes he will babe. I promise, its just something to get used too.”He whispered. Chas kissed him, feeling the warmth of his body against her and then when she saw the cheeky grin on his face, she lead him upstairs.

Within moments, they were undressed and Carl was pumping away at her on the bedroom floor. Thankfully, Jimmy and Nicola were out with Angelica so there was no chance of getting disturbed. Chas loved it when she and Carl made love to each other, it always made her feel warm and tense.

Sometime later Chas was checking the internet at clothes websites for some deals when an email notification popped up, it was off Aaron.

Hey Mum,

Look at this. Someone is slagging me and you off.

Aaron xxx

Chas clicked the link and her eyes widened when she saw what it said.

“Chas Dingle needs to keep her legs crossed and look after that lunatic of a son of hers. No wonder she cant keep a man.”

Chas felt angry about this. Whoever had sent was gonna get battered good and proper.

Chesney was playing with his dog Schmicheal. He loved the dog dearly and wouldnt be without him. The love he had for him was overwhelming. He lived with his sister Fiz and her husband John whom he didn't like. He didn't make it obvious out of loyalty to Fiz, he loved his sister and she had been more of a mother figure than his own mother Cilla had been.

“Everything alright Ches?” Fiz asked after she came home from work. Chesney nodded,

“Yeah everythings fine.” Chesney remarked with a smile. Fiz was pleased for him.

Before he went Chesney went on Facebook to see what everyone was up too. He laughed at Kirk's photo of himself in the rovers and made sick noises at Becky and Steve then he suddenly was redirected to a website entitled “Worlds biggest losers.co.uk” Chesney was shocked when he read the third paragraph

“Saw a young teen today, heard his name is Chesney. With a name like that i wonder if he can pull.”

Chesney was horrified. Someone had it in for him and they barely knew him.

Fiz came in,

“Chesney you have school tomorrow. Turn that computer off.” She said and Chesney turned to face her.

“Fiz someone is chatting about me and saying things. Look.” Chesney said and he showed the comments to Fiz.

“Were going to the police Chesney. This is Bad!” Fiz said, shocked by this.

As February progressed and no leads regarding the online hate campaign, the residents decided to continue life as normal.

Carla came home after another stressful day at the Underworld. Nothing had improved since Christmas and she was very worried.

“You ok love?” Michelle asked as she came back from a drink with Maria. Carla shook her head,

“Things are falling apart love. I feel like a failure. And to make matters worse, theres stuff going missing like knickers and bra’s. There’s a thief in our factory!” Carla exclaimed. Michelle raised her eyebrows and Carla could see that she was hesitating.

“What is it?” Carla's asked. Michelle hesitated then said,

“I could be wrong but I did Mercedes the other day hanging about by the stock cupboard. Mercedes McQueen. You know her whose sister worked for Roy and Hayley for a bit.”

Carla briefed over this piece of information carefully then she headed out. When she got her hands on Mercedes, there would be hell to pay.

Carla tracked Mercedes outside StreetCars where she was flirting with Lloyd. 

“Oi you come here!” Carla shouted. Mercedes was shocked by Carla’s attitude. It was clear that Mercedes was a thorn in Carla’s side since she started working for her three weeks before.

“What have I done?” Mercedes asked and Carla got wound up.

“Ill tell you what you've done! You've been stealing, you fucking thief!” Carla yelled. Mercedes scoffed,

“What have I supposed to have stolen?!” 

“Dont play the innocent with me! Knickers and Bra’s thats what. And I want them back!” Carla shouted.

Mercedes was getting annoyed.

“I havent stolen anything! This is wrong this is!” She shouted.

“You and your family are nothing but thief's and slappers the lot of you!” Carla shouted and before she knew it Mercedes slapped her in front of Peter who was walking past. He was unsure of what to do.

It wasnt long before a full blown fight took place right in the middle of the street with slaps and punches being administered and insults hurled. The fight was broken up by Michelle after Peter informed her what happened.

Andy returned home after a long day at Butlers farm. It had been tiring and he was keen to get home and sleep. As he walked in, he was shocked to find Victoria still up and on the internet.

“Vic what you doing?” Andy asked and Victoria looked at him.

“Just browsing.” She said quickly,”Its for homework.”

“Right. Well you should be in bed you have school tomorrow.” Andy said and Victoria nodded.

Whitney was checking her emails. She had Billie on her mind and it was evident. She had just sent him flirtatious text messages and loved the responses. She was unaware that Holly also was interested in him and had attempted flirting with him since he started at Butlers farm. As Whitney was about to shut down, a message popped up in her inbox and she clicked the link, Whitney was shocked by the message from the website,

“You would have thought that Whitney Dean would have learned when it comes to men but shes becoming a walking STD given that she is now toying with the affections of The Bartons latest farm boy.”

Whitney was horrified, was someone watching her? She didnt know. 

Carmel was upset. She had become the latest victim to the online hate campaign. She had been looking at her emails and received an anonymous message like Whitney had.

“After doing my research on the McQueen's I've found out the blonde bimbo Carmel is the biggest dumb blonde ever, with her boring personality its no wonder men find her dull.”

Carmel was clearly by this, Mercedes and Jacqui wanted to hound the person down and beat the shit out of them.

Myra came home. She had been to a party at the Dog and Pond and looked quite nice. She saw the troubled look on Carmels face and sat beside her,

“Whats up love? Your still upset over that comment about you arent you? Listen Carmel you are beautiful inside and out and your a sweet girl and that why Men fall in love with you, take no notice of some idiot on the internet, their not worth it.” Myra said and Carmel smiled at her.

Whitney was once more on the internet analysing the comments about the others including the comment about herself. She wondered what the motive was behind the hate campaign. Was it bitterness? Jealousy? A cruel joke? She didnt know.

As she wrote a secret admirer not to Billie, another message appeared on the website. Whitney analysed the message, it was about Billy Mitchell.

“Billy is by far the biggest idiot Walford has ever seen and I should know. I know him from my being on the game days. He is forever gonna be alone they way he is going.”

Whitney stood up and turned the computer off.

 As Whitney was about to leave, she received a text message from Billie,

Wanna meet up later? x

It was off Billie and Whitney smiled as she replied,

I will later, Think Ive made a breakthrough with this campaign on the internet xx

Whitney headed out and made sure Ryan didnt catch her in the process.

Val and Eric Pollard owned a BandB in Emmerdale not far away from the woolpack. It was a popular place and they were very proud of it. Whitney had got the address from Holly and instead of going in, she went round the back, she saw the culprit behind the hate campaign.

It was Janine Butcher.

“How could you?! Why did you do that?! Put all that stuff on the internet!” Whitney shouted. Janine looked at her,

“Dont know what your on about!” She said unconvincingly. Whitney went for her but was stopped by Val.

“The online bullying! You've been saying awful things about people! Making people’s lives a misery!” Whitney yelled. Janine rolled her eyes.

“People need to get a grip, its only abit of light entertainment, people need to chill out over some daft comments i didn't even mean!” 

Whitney slapped her then and had to be pulled back by Val who was worried the other customers would see.

“What about teenage girls who feel rubbish about themselves already without having some bitch like you making it worse for them?! Hannah Barton ring any bells?!”

“What?! Ive never picked on teenage girls, I dont know anyone called Hannah Barton, I may have said some things about some other people but definitely not anyone of that name! Shes probably a victim of school bullying!” 

Whitney looked at Janine with utter disgust and she walked away with Val and Eric looking bewildered at Janine.

John and Hannah headed to the Sugdens. John was determined to get to the bottom of who was sending stuff on the internet about Hannah. He knew Hannah hadnt been the only one who had malicious comments been posted about her but today it was going to end.

 Diane came to the door, surprised to see John.

“Diane, can I speak to Victoria please?” John asked. Diane looked at him,

“What for? Whats she done?” She asked, oblivious to what was going on. Victoria came downstairs, she had somehow expected this.

“Have you seen the comments on this chat room thing?!” John said sharply to Victoria who looked at the screenshot that he had taken.Victoria was shaken by what had been said.

“This is disgusting Victoria, you should know better than that!” John shouted, Victoria became tearful and Diane folded her arms,

“Im so disappointed in you Victoria I really am.” She said sternly and Victoria was sent to her room.

“Im so sorry John I had no idea.” Diane said solemnly, John nodded.

“At least it could be over now. I hate it when my kids are distressed.” John said before taking Hannah home.

When they got home, Moira had headed to bed early due to illness, Adam was out with Aaron and Holly was in hers and Hannahs room.

“Thats for you help Dad. But what if im hated for being the school grass? Does it make me look weak?” Hannah asked. John held her close.

“No it doesnt darling. It makes them look like a spiteful pair of idiots.” He said and Hannah smiled. 

“Im going to go to bed now Dad.” She said as she hugged him.

As Hannah went into her bedroom, she checked on her hamster Lily. She smiled to herself as she feed her, happy to her torment was over. She didn't know whether to forgive Victoria for her betrayal. 

As Hannah got into her pyjama’s, she saw something sticking out of Holly’s old dollhouse. It looked like a small clear packet containing white powder. Hannah’s eyes widened when she saw what it really was.

It was cocaine.

Next time: A Newcomer causes havoc, The Rovers briefly comes under new management and Aaron gets acquainted with an attractive newcomer.

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[boschlingtumbles]

White Wedding Ch 33

Robert had always wanted to be part of a stealth mission. People thought because he was big he couldn’t be stealthy. And it wasn’t true!! He just hadn’t had many opportunities to PROVE he could be stealthy, which was different. The closest he had come was back in high school, when they had rigged the school elections. Except his part in the scheme had been stupid. He’d just sat there and pretended to count votes while Beric and Stannis swapped the ballots out. So lame.

This was the real deal. He was wearing black jeans and a black sweatshirt that Stannis had somehow thought to pack for him. He’d put his camo war paint on, even though Stannis, Jaime and Thoros had all declined to join him. They were driving Beric’s Jeep to Harry‘s cache, which meant Stannis was driving while Harry gave directions from the passenger seat. (Robert wondered if Beric knew that Stannis took after his older brother when it came to car sex.)

That left him, Jaime and Thoros sitting in the back. The car went around a right turn, and recalling a moment from childhood, Robert launched himself into Jaime who then slid helplessly into Thoros, smashing him against the glass.

“Oops,” Robert sang. Thoros rubbed his head, glaring.

The car went around a left turn, and with a joyful war cry Thoros hurled himself into Jaime who then slid into Robert. Robert caught himself with a forearm before he hit the glass, only for Thoros to brace his feet against the car door and push harder.

“Nooo!” Robert shouted dramatically, as his face inched closer to his the pane.

“Nnnngh,” Thoros grunted as he twisted in his seatbelt, trying to get more leverage.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Jaime sighed, half in Robert’s lap and face shoved directly into his armpit.

“We’re here!” Harry announced cheerfully, as they pulled up to a security door that appeared to open a tunnel straight into the rocks of a cliff. He hopped out and entered the code, the door sliding noiselessly open.

“And we just drive straight in?” Stannis squinted into the darkness. Harry had insisted they drive without headlights—he didn’t know if the people tracking him (Interpol or bounty hunters) knew about this cache, and didn’t want to draw attention if they were watching it. So he’d swapped out their license plate with another car’s and they were driving in the pitch black. Stealthily.

“Yup, go slow, it’s about half a mile,” Harry answered.

Robert fairly bounced on his seat in anticipation. Harry was just the coolest! He always thought if he had been born a thousand years ago he would have been a sell sword for the Golden Company.

The oppressive blackness of the tunnel quieted what conversation there had been to find, and it was with some relief when they finally reached another door, this one clearly for people rather than cars, the white paint feebly standing out in the dark.

Harry led them over and entered another passcode, and the door opened soundlessly. Once inside, he fumbled for a light switch as the four of them huddled together. It took an agonizingly long time to find it, but then, click by click, the lights began to illuminate. Starting above them and then moving outward, a vast cavern came into view.

Renly was the one who was good with all the old movies and Stannis was the one who was good with all the old books. If Robert had to describe it, he would have said that it was maybe like the cave in Aladdin? The one with the piles of gold and jewels and those fancy carpets everywhere you stepped?

“How much does being a crime lord pay?!” Jaime Lannister breathed, and Robert was fairly sure that Jaime had never been impressed by anything in his life.

“As I said, I like my wealth mobile,” Harry smirked. “I’m going to get some of the specialty items. Bobby, you and your brother start bagging up the gold. Lannister, you take the jewels. Remember, go for the emeralds first. Thoros, load things in the car as they’re ready and if you steal anything else that belongs to me, they’ll be fishing your body out of the ocean three days from now. Are we all set?”

“So set,” Robert promised, as Thoros edged toward the exit.

Harry wanted them to be in and out in thirty minutes, which suited Robert just fine. He was hoping to get back to Orphan’s Cove in time to catch “his” duel with Edgar Yronwood. And maybe be present for rescuing his ex-girlfriend and watching her make out with Ned’s ex-girlfriend. He wondered if it had occurred to Ned that he had slept with someone who had slept with someone who had slept with Robert. Eskimo brothers!!!

As it turned out, it was kind of a long thirty minutes. Gold was really heavy. And Stannis was not helping things.

“Pivot,” Stannis was saying, as they tried to turn a particularly cumbersome duffel bag around a corner. “Pivot.”

Robert glared, and yanked the duffel bag hard. It lurched free, and Stannis staggered to avoid falling flat on his face.

“Watch it,” Jaime scolded. “Do you think Brienne would like these?” He showed them some enormous sapphire earrings.

“He’s so whipped,” Robert told Stannis once they were out of earshot.

“Kind of embarrassing,” Stannis agreed.

“But like, do you think we were supposed to get presents while we were here?”

“I mean I didn’t think so but if Lannister’s doing it...”

“Right! You don’t want to be in a situation where you’re the asshole who didn’t get something...”

Harry had been extracting certain canvases from their frames and rolling them up for ease of transport. Robert looked blankly at an old-timey portrait of a stocky black bearded nobleman. It kind of reminded him of something out of the Lannisters’ portrait gallery. The man was scowling. Robert wondered if he’d had to scowl like that the entire time the portrait was being painted. You’d think your face would hurt after a while right? Maybe the artist had been fucking his wife, but it was too late to switch artists so he’d just been stuck there staring at the guy. That’d probably be worth scowling for. 

“Robert! Stop spacing out, we’re leaving!” Jaime snapped.

The Jeep was considerably more full on the way home, due to the many duffel bags of Harry’s cache that they’d managed to cram in. 

“So I’ve wired the money to Lorch,” Harry announced after a few minutes on his phone. “Who’s getting the money to reclaim your engagement ring?”

“Beric and Thoros are driving home tomorrow morning, Stannis and Jaime are flying home tomorrow morning... I think it’s gotta be Oberyn or Mace,” Robert frowned. Technically this morning, seeing as it was 12:45.

“So Oberyn,” Stannis said from the front. Robert did not disagree.

Driving to Orphan’s Cove was actually much quicker, largely because Stannis was allowed to drive with headlights. 

And yet, as the Jeep pulled up, Robert was disappointed to see that the fight was already over. Lyanna wasn’t even making out with Ashara! She was holding the baby and talking to Ned, apart from the crowd. Arthur, Ashara, Oberyn, Mace and Beric were drinking beers on the sand, so Robert led his group over to them.

“How’d it go??” He said cheerfully.

“Well I won,” Arthur toasted him. “Congrats on your victory.”

“And Lyanna was okay?”

“Oh she was fine. She’d been mounting escape attempts all day, but the Yronwood estate is on a cliff of like sheer rock. They kept finding her and dragging it back. Honestly I think Edgar was relieved to be rid of her,” Oberyn laughed.

“Well what about the fight?” Robert asked hopefully. “Was it cool? Did you get it on video?”

“I tried,” Ashara pouted and handed him her phone.

“It’s so dark!” Robert frowned. “You can barely make out what’s going on! How did Arthur and Yronwood even see what they were doing?!”

“Well hold on, it gets a little better once Beric walks over,” Ashara said. “He used one of Yronwood’s spares and lit in on fire. Did you know that mace is flammable? He just coated the blade and the whoosh! We could sort of tell what was happening.”

“Wait...” Thoros abruptly joined the conversation. “He DID WHAT?!”

“It’s not what it sounds like,” Beric winced. 

“YOU MADE A FIRE SWORD WITHOUT ME?!”

“Oh wow, yeah that’s a lot better,” Robert studied the screen. He handed it back to Ashara. He still thought it would have been more exciting if more people had died. That was stupid first blood duels for you. Speaking of which...

“Where’s Yronwood?” Robert asked. He was a little surprised the guy hadn’t hung around. Had a beer or something.

“Oh, he got some alert to his phone about his underground vault being accessed, he just wanted to go check it out.”

“Ah,” Harry Strickland said, abruptly joining the conversation. “In that case, I think everybody who came with me should leave now.”

“We’ve got like ten minutes, I want to hear about your new girlfriend,” Robert protested, winking at Ashara. She rolled her eyes. Funny, that had been Lyanna’s typical reaction. Awwww maybe they were soulmates!

“Right,” Harry nodded. “Completely understandable. But the thing is, that cache we just visited?”

“Visited stealthily,” Robert added proudly.

“Quite right, very stealthily. Only maybe not quite stealthily enough, since Yronwood got that notification.”

“Wait,” Jaime butted in. “Are you saying we BURGLED Yronwood?!”

“Well no, technically only I burgled him, because the rest of you didn’t know what you were doing. I remember thinking you should have spent more time listening to your friend Beric’s explanation, but of course at the time I didn’t know you very well so I didn’t want to say anything—“

“You said it was your cache!” Thoros blurted. “You said you’d kill me if I took any of your stuff!”

“Listen chaps, I’m sorry you feel misled, but I’ve already wired Lorch and Oberyn your share. Also you know, I feel like I’ve given you very few reasons to think I’m a trustworthy person. So perhaps you’ve all learned a valuable lesson in judging a man’s character? Now if you’ll just help me move everything on to the beach,” Harry produced his gun and waved it at them and then to the trunk of Beric’s car, “this is where we part ways.”

Wait a minute...

“Does this mean you can’t come to my wedding?!” Robert blurted.

There was the sound of a motorboat approaching, and a very familiar figure woman standing at the helm.

“Captain Sara!” Oberyn exclaimed delightedly.

“I’m terribly sorry, Bobby, you know I would have loved to have made it,” Harry hugged him, the gun digging in to his ribs uncomfortably.

“As I said, everybody who helped me should really be leaving now,” Harry called to the others.

“Well I guess Beric can drive Thoros and Jaime back to Oldtown in his Jeep, and Ned and I can drop off Stannis in King’s Landing on the way to Riverrun?” Robert puzzled it out.

“Don’t forget Jon,” Lyanna kissed her baby on the forehead before she handed him to Ned, wiping away a tear.

“It’s only for a few months until the heat dies down,” Ashara wrapped her arms around Lyanna from behind. 

“I suppose I can give you and Mace a lift,” Arthur was saying to Oberyn. 

“It’ll be so cramped with Ashara and Lyanna as well, you take Mace and I’ll find my own way back,” Oberyn winked, moving toward the boat.

“So what, you’re saying that it’s too dangerous for me to do it but the moment my back is turned you’ll go off and do it yourself?!” Thoros was grumbling at Beric.

“Am I going to have to listen to this all the way back to Oldtown?” Jaime groaned.

“Probably,” Beric sighed.

Robert inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of sea air, the sounds of his friends arguing and laughing together, the starry sky above them. Then he looked down and his gaze fell on the 1962 Rhoynish Dragon.

“Cute kid,” he commented off-handed to Lyanna Stark.

“Congratulations on the wedding, it’s been all over the papers down here,” Lyanna smiled. 

“You better take care of her,” Robert told Ashara. “She’s my favorite ex-girlfriend.”

“I’ll try,” Ashara laughed, and Lyanna spun in her arms and kissed her.

Hot. So fucking hot.

“C’mon Neddy,” Robert dragged Ned away from them, as he was looking slightly ill. “We’ve got a family brunch to get to.”

They got in, Ned checked that the car seat was properly secure, and began to pull out.

“I can’t help but feel like we’re missing something,” Ned frowned. Robert blinked.

“Oh shit, Stannis!”

Five minutes later, once they had wrestled Stannis’ enormous suitcase into the not very large trunk of the Dragon, they were ready. Robert pressed down the accelerator and the car lurched forward with a roar. Such speed! Such power! It felt like flying.

They were already out of Sunspear, heading north on the interstate, Stannis and Jon sound asleep in the back, when Ned looked over.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Sorry?” Robert frowned. “Sorry about what?”

“Your whole stag party got ruined! Mace drugged us, Oberyn got us in all sorts of trouble, Jaime got kidnapped, my sister got kidnapped AND left her baby with us, you got blackmailed, we lost the ring... nothing went right at all!”

Robert laughed.

“I had a stag party in a palace in Dorne! We solved mysteries, I won a fight against ARTHUR DAYNE, I went to a hostage negotiation, tracked down a blackmailer, participated in a heist, and kind of sort of won a duel! Your hot sister is banging your smoking hot ex and they kissed right in front of me! I’m driving a Dragon! There’s only three left in the entire world! You’re going to be telling Jon about this some day, how he rode in a Dragon!”

“Wait, you’re saying...”

Robert tipped back his head.

“BEST! STAG! EVER!!!!!”

“I’m glad somebody’s happy,” Ned chuckled. “I’m fairly concerned about my father’s reaction when I show up with my sister’s love child. Let alone Hoster Tully’s.”

“More heat off you, right? Did Lyanna get into it at all?”

“Just that he was an abusive prick who threatened to fight her for custody when she tried to leave. Lyanna,” Ned sighed and rubbed his face. “She hasn’t always made the best choices but she deserves a lot better than some of the shit that’s happened to her, you know?”

“Yeah I get it,” Robert admitted. “But she has Ashara now. They seem pretty happy. Maybe this is when things start going her way.”

“I hope so,” Ned yawned. “Gods, I hope so.”

“Don’t you fall asleep on me,” Robert warned. “It sucks being the driver when everyone else is asleep.”

“Ugh you’re right. Okay, I know you think it was the best stag ever—“

“Because IT WAS!”

“—but if you could have done one more thing, what would you have wanted to do?” 

Robert thought for a minute.

“I would have wanted someone to get photos at the strip club!”

Ned laughed.

“Be serious!”

“I am serious! It was my last chance to drool over other women, and I don’t remember any of it!”

“Well I didn’t want to say anything, but Stannis leant me this extra phone battery he brought for me? And my phone is up and working again,” Ned began.

“Wait... are you saying...”

“There appear to be a lot of photos from the strip club,” Ned confirmed drily. “Honestly, at some point we should look at them all ONE TIME and then delete everything.”

“Why would we delete them?! If you have a photo of Mace getting his ass tattooed, I want it framed!”

They joked and talked, and the miles vanished under the Dragon, but try as he might, Ned finally drifted off to sleep. 

That was okay though, Robert thought, watching the sun break over the marches. It was nice to have some time to think too. 

Mace and Oberyn had both been kind of bummed that he was getting married, but he knew that the next adventure would be even better than this one. And he’d probably be able to remember a whole lot more of it. He hoped he’d be a good dad, but nine tenths of that was just showing up for the job right? Even Mace seemed like he was a pretty good dad, and that guy had never been able to do anything right. 

He was pretty sure he could figure it out, and if he didn’t, well Cersei would just tell him what to do.

Daydreaming about cuddling Cersei, finally getting to meet their little biscuit, Robert nearly missed the turn for King’s Landing. 

“Hey, wake up,” he shook Stannis gently. Stannis cracked an eye.

“End of the road. You okay getting the bus home? Give my love to Mel.”

“Wait bus?” Stannis blinked sleepily as he clambered out of the car.

“Yup,” Robert got his bag free with a grunt of effort. “The bus stop is just up that hill. Sorry buddy, I’ve gotta get Ned to this thing on time, I can’t drive you any further.”

“Hill?” Stannis’ face fell as he looked at his enormous suitcase and back at the hill.

“Oh it looks like you lost the wheel on that thing, by the way, you should get it replaced!” Robert waved and got back in the car.

Okay, half an hour to go, and they were about forty-five miles away. Robert cracked his knuckles.

He pulled back out onto the main highway and merged with the other cars. He’d thought he was a good wingman before, but wow, he was on fire.

He glared at a car that had cut him off. Asshole. Didn’t that guy know he had somewhere to be? It was a Riverlands plate too. Actually... Robert rubbed his eyes as he pulled into the lane next to it. That was Hoster Tully’s car!!!

“Ned,” he prodded his friend awake.

“Mmm?” Ned responded sleepily.

“Here, take the wheel for a second,” Robert tugged his arm onto it.

“Wait what?!” Ned protested, frantically trying to sit upright so he could see over the dashboard.

Robert rolled down his window and started frantically unbuckling his belt.

“What are you doing?!” Ned yelped. “You can’t piss out the window!”

“That’s not what I’m doing and false, I totally can, I do it all the time,” Robert grinned, pulling down his pants. “Now hold us steady.”

He slammed on the accelerator and twisted to hang his ass out the window. To top it off, he gave a loud three honks on the horn.

There was a responding honk and Robert withdrew, guffawing to see in the rear view mirror that the car had pulled over.

“Who did you just moon?!” Ned hissed.

“Awwww don’t worry about it,” Robert ruffled his hair. “It’s not like anybody recognizes us in this car anyway.”

[tellytantra]

!!!! ... TU HI TU ... !!!! "Urgh!!! Don't talk to me She shouted while running towards the staircase, Her face twisted in annoyance. She stomped her feet on each step as she ascended the stairs. A couple of steps up and she stopped. "Don't even try to follow me... Turning back she warned and her face twisted more as the sound of mischievous laughter traveled to her way and filled her ears. "YOU MORON She gritted her teeth and her hand reached to her foot.  Removing her shoe she hurled it towards the source of laughter before stomping towards her room. "Aahhh...you violent girl words traveled to her and she looked back "Serves you right She retorted back before she slammed her room door shut "Uhun... He picked up a shoe that hit on his head, "Silly girl... He shook his head while climbing up the stairs with a shoe in his one hand and a large chocolate bar in the other. "What happened to you...? He asked as he pushed the door open and walked inside... "You have become so much violent...just for a chocolate you... He stopped as she hopped out of the bed glaring at him... "And what about you...that chocolate is mine and you snatched it while I was eating... "What would I do? "You were not ready to share it... He asked showing her the chocolate bar... "It's mine and I am not in mood of sharing it with anyone...don't you understand... She shouted while stomping towards him. She jumped to snatch the chocolate from his hand while he held it up... "Give it back... She yelled as he moved back grinning "Take it...if you can... He moved quickly before she reached to him and soon they started running around the room and messing the things that came in their way... "You should stop eating such things, can't you see, you have gained weight He teased increasing her temper... She stopped, her murderous gaze focused on him as her hand moved to pick up an alarm clock from the table... "What did you say? She gritted her teeth as she aimed the clock toward him "Hey...hey...stop... He tried stopping her... She raised her hand moving forward and her leg twisted as she stepped on the charger cable that was hanging down the table... "Aaahh... Squeezing her eyes tight she cried out expecting to hit on the floor... "You silly girl He shook his head rushing towards her as he watched her falling... Chocolate bar dropped from his hand before his hands wrapped around her preventing her fall... "Ohhh... He tried to balance himself but failed and landed on the floor with her on the top... His hands wrapped around her while her hands tightly fisted the fabric of his shirt... with eyes closed and breathing heavy both stayed silent for some moment... "Zoya... He whispered and slowly she lifted her face up... Her silky traces playing on his face made him squeeze his eyes again... A smile lifted the corner of her lips as she watched the irritation on his face... Her grip on his shirt loosened as her hand moved to touch his face when he opened his eyes and she pulled her hand back... His brows rose questioningly and she shook her head looking other way... A sudden grip of his fingers on her waist and her breath hitched as he flipped her changing their position... "Uhunn...what are you doing She whined as her back touched the floor "What? He placed his both hands on either side of her as he hovered and held her questioning gaze... "You were not in a mood of getting up...now you can rest here as long as you want...and yes... He stopped moving back, "Enjoy your chocolate... Grabbing the chocolate bar he held it to her... "Huh? Not getting any reaction from her he leaned narrowing his eyes as she stared at him... Her hand moved to touch his face and smile graced on her lips noticing his confused expressions... "I want to share it...with you... She mumbled as her hand reached to touch his face and her forehead creased... A sudden shrill sound of an alarm and she sprinted up from the bed... "Huh? "It was dream...? Tu hi tu har jagah, aaj kal kyun hai Tu hi tu har jagah, aaj kal kyun hai  Confused she looked around and sighed... "Idiot... Grabbing a hair tie from the side table she shook her head while tying her hair in a messy bun... "kitna sunaya tha us din...jaise maine jaan boojh ke gira diya ho tumhe... She made a face while walking towards the bathroom...recalling the incident... "Stupid... "Don't know why I am excited to see you...it has been exact two years four months and seven days now and there was not a single day jab maine tumhe yaad nahi kiya hoga...but tumhe toh yaad bhi nahi aati hogi meri... Lost in thoughts she pushed the bathroom door open... "Aaahhh... She gasped... a sound muffled against her palm as she stepped back in shock... with wide eyes she stared ahead... "Cursing me...huh? He crossed his arms and she blinked "Asad... stunned she stared at him and he smiled... Moving a step ahead she raised her hand to touch him and he moved back... She stepped ahead while he kept moving back... He leaned back to the wall and she smiled... Her hand moved while her eyes conveying her joy... "You look taller than before... She mumbled raising her hand... "Ummm... A frown appeared on her face as her hand touched the wall... Raastey har dafa, sirf tera pata Mujhse pooche bhala kyun hai "God!!! Moving back she held her head irritated, "Why I am imagining you everywhere? She groaned when a laugh reached her way... "You are missing me She could see him standing near sink... with that mischievous smile... Tu hi tu har jagah, aaj kal kyun haiTu hi tu har jagah, aaj kal kyun haiWo.. oo.. ho..Wo.. oo.. ho..Wo.. oo.. ho.. She shook her head smiling to herself as he disappeared again... "Hmm...Miss toh bohat kiya maine but what about you? "I know bilkul miss nahi kiya tumne mujhe... Grumpily she fetched out a brush and toothpaste and started brushing her teeth... "I never thought goodbye can be pleasing too He waved his hand from the mirror and she huffed more increasing her brushing speed remembering his words... "You being away never gave me any pleasure...but you were enjoying your time... She huffed as she turned the faucet on... "Hey...how are you? Deleting the text many times she finally hit the arrow... It's been six months he had gone and he hadn't even texted her once... "Urgh!!! She sulked as after whole five minutes of wait he didn't see her message even though he was online... Placing the phone aside she decided to continue her reading but the thought kept bugging in her mind, Who it could be he is chatting with?' Almost fifteen minutes later her phone beeped and hurriedly she check the notification on screen and that moment she realized he was her favorite notification... But the next moment smile on her face turned into frown, "What type of question is this? She pressed her lips together and her forehead creased as she read his reply... "I expected this type of reply only..." She typed and sent with angry emoticon "But I didn't expect your message" "Did you send it to me by mistake?" Came back his reply and she gritted her teeth and her fingers tightened around the device... "Yes...actually I was texting someone else but don't know how it delivered to your number" She hit the arrow and growled as the next moment she watched the series of smiling face with open mouth and tears of joys emoticon on the screen... "You are still the same stupid Zoya" Followed his text and she send the series of angry emo's before throwing her phone aside... "What did he think of himself? She growled as again her phone beeped... "If you were texting someone else then why you did expect my reply?" She huffed and her hand rose when again the device in her hand beeped... "Save that poor device... I know habits don't die so as your temper tantrums..." She read and cursed the moment she decided to message him... "Suits you as well...after whole six months you have not changed a bit..." She sighed leaning against the bedpost "Ohh...it has been six months I didn't realize" She didn't reply to his message and watched the screen as he was still typing... "But why you are counting the days...are you missing me?" another text flashed followed by astonished face emoji and that brought a small smile on her face... "I guess yes..." She thought while typing,"Seems you are enjoying your time there" "And why would I miss you...its peaceful here without you around" "Yeah...working with Mehek is fun...even though the work load is too much it's never felt tiring when she is around..." Her face twisted in distaste as she read the text... Mehek was a daughter of his father's business partner... She was going to handle their new branch in Bangalore and she insisted Asad to come and help her till everything was settle... "Hmm...so you are not missing to be here...I mean missing home?" She stared at the screen as his reply didn't come for next ten minutes... "Why would he miss anyone? He has changed a lot earlier...after Mehek's arrival Feeling depressed she was going to place her phone aside when it again beeped "Actually I don't have time to miss anything..." His reply saddened her and she decided not to reply back... "Where have you gone?" "You didn't answer my question" "Why suddenly you texted me? "Don't tell me you are really missing me" She watched as the screen kept flashing with his messages but ignoring it she buried her face in her soft pillow... "Why I am missing you" Soona soona mann ka hai konaa  Soona soona tere bin hona hai har kahin par Tu hai tu nhi hai par Tu hai o bekhabar Tu hai har mod par "So you missed me a lot...huh? He smiled in the mirror             She shook her head and taking a handful of water she threw it on the mirror... "You are Sooo...Uhunn...Annoying... His image faded and cursing him she walked out... "Zoyaaa...where are you? Someone shouted from the door... "Uff...you are still not ready...we are getting late "God!!! Najma!!! "We don't have any appointment that we get late... Taking out her clothes she shut the door of her closet and turned, "It's just shopping... "I am not talking about shopping...you know Bhai is coming, right? Najma replied as she sat on the bed and took out a book that was placed under pillow... "And after shopping we are going to the airport...I have missed him a lot She sighed as she flipped the pages... "How it was so much fun when he was here... Every Saturday night he used to take us to the lake for that special kulfi...hai na? Najma reminisced, "And how much you both used to fight all the time... Najma asked looking up while Zoya sighed "Yes...your Bhai is so annoying... Najma laughed as Zoya made a face and walked towards the washroom, "Hehhe...actually I have missed your fights too... "Umm...me too...those fights were irritating and amusing at the same time She breathed leaning against the washroom door... Paas ho to bura, door ho toh buraAisa mere Khuda kyun haiWo.. oo.. ho..Wo.. oo.. ho..Wo.. oo.. ho.. "I'll wait for next five minutes only" He warned as he sat on her bed waiting for her to come out from the washroom "Why you are here? She shouted from inside, "Where is Najma?" "She asked me to see if you are ready? "Now stop your inquiry and hurry up! "But why you want me to come with you two" Coming out of the washroom she inquired Getting up he walked towards her, "I just thought to be nice as you are my sister's Best Friend... But it's up to you, I don't mind if you reject my offer..." He crossed his arms standing in front of her... his gaze was challenging that made her nervous and she looked other way... "Umm...Najma won't like if I refused, so I am coming for her only..." She said avoiding him and walked out in hurry... "Is it? He asked as he followed her, "But I guess it's not only Najma but..." Coming beside her he whispered mischievously... "What but..." She glared pointing her index finger towards him, "I don't have any interest in coming with you...you understood?" He laughed as he pushed his hands in his jeans pocket, "I didn't say it's me..." His brows raised and he leaned towards her, "I was talking about Kulfi..." Moving back he grinned and she seethed in anger as he descended the stairs whistling... "Urgh!!! Idiot!!! She stomped her feet following him out but her leg twisted, "Aahhh...ouch!!! She cried in pain... "Hey..." He rushed to her as she sat on the stairs holding her ankle, "Tsk!! you should be careful..." sitting beside her he examined her ankle and she stared at him as he looked worried... "Is it paining..." He asked and she shook her head trying to get up... "You don't bother...I am fine... and you shouldn't have worried that much for your sister's best friend..." She tried to walk holding on the railing when coming beside her he wrapped his hand around her shoulder helping her... "There is one more reason for me to get worried you know? He asked and she looked up, "You are my sister's best friend that means you are like my sister too..." He said and her eyes widened, "Isn't it my duty to take care of my sister..." "What?" She yelled pushing his hand off of her shoulder, "I am not your sister..." "Ohh..." He raised his brows and leaned to her... His hands braced on the railing caging her and her grip on the railing tightened as he looked in her eyes, his breath fanned her face... "Then what you are to me?" He was just inches apart and she closed her eyes... Her heart raced as he didn't bother to move back and taking a deep breath she opened her eyes... "Tell me..." He insisted She gulped before pushing him away from her, "Nothing!" Avoiding looking to him she tried to walked down the stairs when he again came beside her, "How it can be nothing? "You can at least call me your best friend's brother...right?" He asked and she stopped... "Will you just shut up?" "Yes..." He grinned and before she knew it he picked her up in his arms... "YOU..." She wriggled in his arm... "Put me down...I can walk..."             "Shhh!!! Don't shout...I am just helping my sister's best friend..." "Najma won't like if you miss your college tomorrow because of sprained ankle..." He said balancing her in his arms while she just stared at his face... There was something in his smile... and she felt her heart suddenly raced...something stirred inside and she closed her eyes...   "Looks like you are enjoying much...huh?" He whispered staring at her face... "Urgh!! You...leave me" she wiggled and tried to punch her elbow in his ribs He laughed at her action, "Think about your best friend, she won't like the way you treated her brother..." He teased more and she sulked zipping her mouth noticing Najma walking towards them... "Zoyaaa...hurry up na... Najma shouted banging on washroom door but the moment door clicked open she forgot even blinking and stared at Zoya open mouthed... Zoya shook her head at Najma's reaction, "Stop staring like you have seen a ghost or something Walking towards the dressing table she set her hair... "What happened to you Zoya? Walking towards her Najma checked her temperature, "Bukhar toh nahi charrh gaya? "Yeh dress, dupatta, straight hair... Allah!!! What happen to my friend She exclaimed noticing Zoya in light blue straight chiffon dress with dupatta around her neck and her straight loose neatly set hair... She couldn't believe her eyes as she wasn't used to see this girly type Zoya... "Stop exaggerating... "For a change I wear dress today, what is wrong in this? Najma shook her head, "Nothing is wrong...But... She said still not believing... "Now come...or else you will be late, right? Zoya dragged her out trying to avoid Najma's questioning and also hiding the smile that wasn't ready to left her face... Feeling fresh under her favorite perfume and some breezes in her hairs, she drove Najma and herself to the shopping centre... When she looked into the rear view mirror, her eyes collided with his dark chocolate ones...those that chases her every dream and those that she never could forget... She turned to look behind on reflex and found him waving a hey' making her eyes go wide. "Zoya...watch where your're driving Najma touched Zoya's shoulders in alarm and Zoya looked in front of her again. "kya hua? "Nothing Zoya waved off with a silly shrug. Next moment she heard him laughing out loud with that mischievous smile and she narrowed her eyes in directing them at him from the rear view mirror, where he winked at her. She looked back again and he was gone. Giving a smug look to Najma she sighs steering the car into the parking lot... Raastey har dafa, sirf tera pataMujhse pooche bhala kyun hai Najma was on a shopping spree tagging Zoya everywhere, but Zoya's mind was far away in wondering how things are going to be when he would get back this evening. She was so much into thinking that now it was making her nervous in the pit of her stomach. "zoya c'mon try these, they're so pretty! Najma ushered Zoya into the changing room, with some dresses. As zoya was trying to close down the chain at the back, she heard someone chuckle, not just anyone, someone for whom she was waiting desperately... She stared at him in the mirror standing behind her. "Back again? she rolled her eyes, half mocking at the weird sightings she has been seeing of him. "Don't you think you've gained so much wait? This dress won't fit you at his words, Zoya's eyes widened and she turned around to glare at him. Why was he so infuriating? "Nobody's asking for your opinion so I'd appreciate if you'd shut up and help me she huffed and tried to close the chain roughly. He chuckled feeding on her fury and she scowled at him from her bright eyes. "Uh hunh! I'm tired but I'd like to see you try he said and leaned on the wall folding his hands as he did. Zoya's smile grew bigger as she finally pulled up the chain and straightened her dress, glancing at the empty wall proudly. Finding him nowhere she again shook her head. She smiled a small smile while exiting the changing room. Asad used to help her in many ways but he also made sure that she learned to do everything herself. Now that she came to think about it maybe behind his hard demeanor, he hid his care. Najma gave her a thumbs up for three more dresses she tried and then when she was back in the dress she wore previously and was putting the new dresses away, she felt him tugging her hand and closing in on her. His hand caressed her face and down her arm to hold her hand. She shivered in this beautiful figment of her imagination. "I'm glad you remember my favourite colour, this dress suits you Zoya her name came out as a gentle caress and she stared back into his eyes. "More than this, it's your simplicity that adorns you. He smiled his charming smile at her before the warmth she felt was gone again. Ek pal pyaar ka zindagi se badaAisa mere Khuda kyun haiWo.. oo.. ho..Wo.. oo.. ho..Wo.. oo.. ho.. She remembered the day Asad was leaving, there were so many emotions in those eyes. She wanted to say so many things then but she also needed time to get her mind clear. She had no right to keep him from going too, he was a career minded strong man and she admired him for that... "So? he asked her.  "So what? she played cool leaning on the balcony and looking down on the road where he was standing with his luggage, his taxi waiting in the background. "Will you manage to not fall in trouble without me? he raised his eyebrows at her amusingly. "Oh please! Don't acts like my knight in shining armor okay! I can take care of myself. She folded her hands supported by the railings and he nodded. "Really? Without me? he grinned up at her. She narrowed her eyes at him and said tongue in cheek "really! Without you..." "No chance of missing me then? he asked rolling his sleeves up his arm. She giggled mocking him with a knowing look "why? Are you expecting to be missed by me?" "No way! I just don't want you to trouble Ammi by crying all day for me...do whatever you want to do, I don't care..." He shrugged with an expressionless face. "Why would I cry after you? For me it's a relief to be honest...with you the control freak gone thodi shaanti hogi ghar mein" she smirked down at him as he shook his head. The honk of the taxi made them both look in its directions. The next moment when their eyes connected, there were so many things unsaid, so many emotions unexpressed but felt right from heart. He just twisted his lips into a wry smile and waved off before heading to the taxi while she was left with a fake returning smile. "Bye Asad! Find someone to trouble when you miss me." she called out to him and he turned on his heels facing her back but kept walking backwards while gesturing as he spoke, "There ain't anybody like you.." he winked and then he was gone... Teri meri baki hai kahaani Teri meri aadhi hai kahaani Aa gayi wo mod par Tu gaya jo chhod kar Mere dil ko tod kar... kya mil gaya... Writer:Prinky & Suermaniac After a day filled with him swimming in her imaginations she went to sleep sadly, feeling empty on the inside. That evening when Najma and Zoya were going to the airport, they were informed that Asad's flight was canceled and since then zoya's spirits came crashing down to the ground level. Next morning she woke up late, when the sun was shining bright and happy. She smiled as the fresh breezes rushed inside her room with the sun rays caressing her skin. She remembered closing the balcony door yesterday night. Thinking that Najma might have opened it early morning she again slipped under the duvet and let lose herself in the welcoming warmness. Her eyes did a double take when she spotted a manly figure standing in the sun's way. The brightness didn't allow her to see more than a shadow but she knew better. Her heartbeats started hammering inside as she squinted her eyes to see properly until he came inside and smiled at her... That smile for a moment held her hand and swirled into her dream world but then she came back to reality realizing Asad's flight was canceled. She lay down on the bed again covering her eyes with her arms... "God! Pareshaan kar rakha hai... Kal bhi dreams mein aaye, then the whole day you followed me and didn't leave me alone last night too. Now again... you're just everywhere! She kicked off the duvet from above her when she heard him chuckle again. He hovered over her, the top two buttons of his shirt open for giving her a nice view. The scent of his cologne filled her senses and she breathed in peacefully, strangely feeling so complete like she never felt in the past two and a half year... Itna toh bata mausamo ki tarah Tu badalta gaya kyun hai Wo. oo. ho. Wo. oo. ho. Wo. oo. ho. "You will never change, hai na? The banter queen? his warm breathe sent ripples of nervousness around her body. His voice never felt so alive in all her imaginations like it did today. She was breathing hard all this while and closed her eyes when he leaned in to drop a sound and tender kiss on her cheeks... Sometimes it takes time to realize what one feels for someone. When Asad got away from home he felt that incompleteness in every action he did and in every moment he lived. He was confused with the cyclone of so many emotions whirling around inside him then when he left. But being away for a period of time he has realized what is it all about... It's love... Who's the girl? Zoya... That very same stupid at times and very easily irritated and annoyed Zoya whom he enjoyed to tease so much. Zoya was his neighbor from last fifteen years and have bonded well with his Ammi and Najma. She somewhere warmed up to Asad too. Every time she walked in the house wanting to meet her best friend Najma, she'll always come face to face with her best friend's brother as she called him. Zoya was a broad minded and smart girl, her early educational training was in New York but after her mother's demise she moved back to India with her dad. She spent most of the time at his house and even stayed over whenever her dad was busy. Busy is an understatement for her dad. He was always busy in and out of the town and even country seldom. She was a part of his family and he became habitual to her presence. But all this time away from his family and her, he felt that value of her presence in his life... Zoya was a fresh air that he always wanted to breathe in. but from last two years unfortunately, he only was able to take a whiff in from what he saw of her in his dreams or in daydreams. He was never a person who would zone out. But it didn't matter whether he was in public or alone, he'd always hear her giggling or frowning at him as he teased her... Tu hi tu har jagah, aaj kal kyun hai Tu hi tu har jagah, aaj kal kyun hai Raastey har dafa, sirf tera pataMujhse pooche bhala kyun hai Na mai apna raha...na kisi aur ka Aisa mere khudaa,, kyu hai! Wo oh o...wo oh o...wo oh o... Her eyes shot open as she felt his lips on her cheeks. Her heart did a double take and she flushed at the touch. Was it real? How can it be so good to be real? She raised her hand to touch his stubble face. His happy eyes gazed back in hers which were full of wonderment. "Are you for real? she whispered and his lips curved up into a smirk. "Shall I prove it again? he cocked his eyebrows and let his gaze fall down to her lips. She fisted the lapels of her dress and stared at his lips too. He came closer and she closed her eyes, wanting to get her fantasy fulfilled in her imaginations at least... He watched her holding her breath in anticipation and couldn't hold his laughter anymore. He moved back and burst out laughing half rolling on the bed. Zoya's eyes flew open for the second time too shocked to react. "You! she gasped, her eyes zeroing in on him. She threw a pillow at him and he tossed it back with his elbow laughing hard. "You've been always that playful! Why don't you just vanish from here like all other times! she threw another cushion at him and he caught it on time...  Resting his chin on the softness he asked her with innocent eyes, "why Zoya? Why do you want me to vanish? "Because every time I see you around, every time you come in my dreams, every time Phupi speaks of you and Najma tells me she misses our fights, I miss you damn it! she slumped her shoulders down in defeat with a sigh and covered her face with both her palms... "I don't want to see you... Go away! Asad sobers up and shifts near her, holding down her hands, but she kept her eyes shut. "Par mai ab wapas aagaya hu...you won't have to miss me anymore. "I tried not to miss you ...par abhi do minute mein gayab ho jaaoge...I'll start missing you again! she sighs averting her eyes from his... "You don't believe me do you? he asked her but before she could say something more Najma walked in the room with a bright smile... "Oh bhaijaan! You already met her...ahahaaha zoya...Aaj bhi unhappy hone ka natak karogi? Did bhaijaan give you your surprise? Zoya stared at Najma in confusion while Asad just shook his head... "Uh...Najma you can see Asad too? "Of course...not that he's wearing an invisible robe she laughed it off turning to Asad, "bhaijaan, ammi is calling you, come soon...and Zoya, get ready and you too come out, it's late. Saying so Najma left and a silence hovers down on both of them when finally Zoya realized that this Asad was not a figment of her imagination but was actually the man himself. She widened her eyes at him and he started laughing again...  "Do I look like a ghost? he questions when she kept staring at him. "Oh wait it's you who look like one right now he said, moving close to her and fixing her hairs properly. Reality hit her and she replayed all the things he said and she said few minutes before. Her face surpassed every shade of red when she recalled him kissing her cheeks... "Raat mein aise mere room me mat aana, looking at you and these hairs like this I'd be so scared to death he chuckled, ruffling her hairs more again. "Huh...what did you just say? ASAD! she slammed her fist at his arms and he gets out of the bed. She hopped down after him and there starts a chase and run game between the two, like old times. After running for four more minutes both stopped breathing hard... "Ah! God Zoya, no more peaceful days for you, why did you come back? she fake scowled at him in dislike and he had to bite his lip from laughing... Is this the same girl who wanted so much to see him? "Accha? he neared her while she moved back and hit the wall. "Someone said she used to miss me while I was away. "w...who? she stuttered as he came dangerously close to her, her breathing faltered at his touch when he held her hand and threaded his fingers with hers. "Someone who is affected whenever I am this close... Someone who missed me but it would kill her ego to accept... Someone who looked so cute and peaceful in her beauty sleep this morning... He whispered as she dropped her gaze. She felt her knees going weak and held on to his right shoulder with her free hand... "Aur? She dared to open her mouth, but the word came out dry and foreign to her ears... "Aur, ...someone who is looking very pretty this morning, someone who didn't leave me alone even when I was far away, someone whom I love to tease, someone who is really close to me. Her eyes collided with his, as he stared deeply in hers with sincerity... "Aur? Her inaudible word was felt by him on his neck and he intensely held her gaze, "Aur...someone who stole my heart, someone I realized I'd manage till the end, someone whose absence I can't bear... Someone I have come to love so much... She stopped breathing at his words and he leans close to her ears, feeling her hand tighten the grip on his shoulder. "Now...do I control your breathes Zoya? He whispered in her ears and she saw red... He again faced her with a smirk, "Breathe She pushed him away frowning at the ground as she breathed in... it was like, he was opening that every knot of her heart and she came undone with his honest words... "Wapas chale gaye toh? He held her hand and placed it on her heart under his palm... "I know I have a place here, and I haven't come back to leave... Dheemi Dheemi aanch pe jese Dheere dheere jlta hai dil Ye bekaraari kyu hai Ye khumaari kyu hai Awaargi kyu hai Har mod par... She licked her lips accessing her inner thoughts and absorbing everything he said... Then he stepped back, his hand leaving hers and rubbing the back of his head shyly... "Asad!! they heard his ammi calling him and he shoved his hands in his pants pocket before walking out of her room, a smirk playing on his lips that she didn't fail to notice. After he disappeared from her sight she sat on the bed, her hand still placed on her heart where he oh so securely kept it. A blush crept on her face as she felt zillions of butterflies dancing in her stomach. Her grin grew wider in glee and she hugged the pillow lying back on the bed. She couldn't believe he was finally here... She was finally happy in a long time, her heart joyfully complete and jittery. His words swam in her mind all day long and she was lost in just watching him interact with his Ammi and sister. Now and then he shot her a knowing look with that smirk plastered on his face... After lunch when everyone went to sit in the hall, zoya was making custard in the kitchen. He pretended to look for something in the fridge. She turned and looked over her shoulder, focusing her eyes on his movements from under her lashes. When he turned around and caught her staring and she instantly turned back to cutting fruits. He walked to her and stood, supporting his back to the kitchen counter. "I spot some drool he said in a serious tone, thumbing her lower lip and then when her eyes widened on him he snorted. "YOU! she pointed the knife at him. "Woah! You can be daring too? You looked so innocent when you were staring he teased. "I wasn't..sta..staring. she muttered, failing to prevent the stutter. "Is that so? he kept his elbow on the counter, cupping his chin. His bright eyes mocked her and she turned away from him. "Can't you spend one moment without me? Always comes behind me to trouble she muttered. "ohho! Tum dono phir se start hogye? Dilshaad walked in on them shaking her head. "Phupi your son is just too much...I thought he will change into better but some people never change! glaring at him she walked out leaving the two in loads of laughter. Asad passed a smug look to his Ammi as she twisted his ears, "did you tell her? "Did, par guess samjhaana mushkil hai isey. He points his index finger to the side of his forehead and rolls it to express she's mad. Dilshaad gasped in mock anger and then narrowed her eyes at him, "Asad, stop teasing her. atleast give her the surprise c'mon she pushed him out of the kitchen and he went into his room to take out her surprise. Zoya felt the sofa deepen beside her and then she found herself sat thigh to thigh close with Asad. Before she could react or shift away he held her palm open and placed a big gift wrap in front of her. It was unexpectedly good for her so she just sat and stared... "ptch! Asad tutted and glanced at Dilshaad, "I told you she's crazy! "Gift wraps are supposed to be opened zoya. He turned his attention back to her and she slapped his hands away with a roll of her eyes. "Shut up! Najma giggled at this. Zoya was surprised would be an understatement. Asad had bought her favourite artist's famous painting. It was an original with his autograph. "Are you kidding me? she covered her mouth with her hands and hugged him in sheer happiness. She didn't need to say anything; he knew she had no words to express how grateful she was... His heart was contended that way. The evening passed by with some healthy fights between the two, but after Asad gave her the gift she sobered up to him so much that they actually were laughing together at something and not at each other. After a light dinner, Asad took all of them to their favourite Kulfi spot to keep intact their tradition. The setting was perfect for summers, with a lake alongside the sidewalk. They all were sitting on the chairs, facing the subtle waters of now the dark lake and enjoying the cool breezes. Asad was lost in zoya, as she stared at the moon, her chin turned upwards, a peaceful smile on her face. It filled his heart to the brim that it even hurt to keep staring at her. He was the most happiest person on this planet, having her sit beside him and devouring the Kulfi. He averted his eyes which were starting to get wet, he just felt so grateful towards life. Now he was back and he would start his business here only. That meant having zoya around him all the time. He sighed smiling up at her and found her already looking at him... Na mai apna raha... Na kisi aur kaa... Aisa mere khuda... Kyu hai...  Wo oh o...wo oh o...wo oh o... The moonlight was reflecting on her dark figure, her eyes shone with a tender yet faraway look... "Cheers! She brought her kulfi close to his and he chuckled nudging her kulfi with hers, "cheers! Do you remember? It was a humid day, and Asad was following an overexcited zoya to the kulfi stall. Najma had her board exams the next day so she was strictly off limits for going out. She was even warned to not eat kulfi by her ammi because she didn't want her to spoil her health in exam days. Reason being when Najma ate Kulfi she just didn't ate kulfi, she ate kulfis being a stress eater. But Asad and Zoya promised her to get only a single one for her secretly. They both were sat on the chairs facing the lake. Zoya thought it would be funny if she can find out how far she can throw the wooden sticks into the lake. So she started throwing the sticks which were littered all over the road by other customers. "Big time they all learn to use dustbins! she commented aiming for her third shot in the air. It flew up and just managed to fall at the starting wall of the lake. She pouted and he chuckled. "Really? And what are you doing? Spoiling the pleasant waters of the lake? he pointed to which she rolled her eyes. "Well, atleast they won't be visible! "That is if you manage to throw them far enough he laughed at her as again her throw just closely missed hitting the water tangling in the bushes surrounding it. "Oh really? Why don't you try then? she challenged him and being Asad he took challenge very seriously on his ego. So there they began picking the used kulfi sticks from the ground and throwing them in the lake. It was a pretty cool competition between the two until they were reprimanded by the Kulfiwala to not spoil the lake. They both ran from there into the next street laughing hard on their rebellious self. While walking back home, they feasted on their half melted kulfis... "You wanna try this Pista flavor? Asad offered her all of a sudden and she paused for a second before shrugging "okay. She licked his kulfi and he also tried to have some of her Rabdi kulfi but she didn't let him. "I have a rule with kulfis, no sharing! she shrugged and started walking ahead. He followed her raising his eyebrows with a naughty glint. "Well you're sharing your love, that should do for now. He said and then swiped his tongue on his kulfi, just where zoya licked. "What nonsense! she rolled her eyes at him. "Aur nahi to kya. Jhutha khaane se pyaar badhta hai, you know it don't you? he looked innocent but Zoya could see the imaginary devil ears on his head. "In your dreams she again rolled her eyes and made a face, "In our case it's not pyaar but hatred, wo bhi pure...bina milaavat They both chuckled, remembering the same incident and shared a good natured laugh. In their eye lock they didn't even realized when Najma and Dilshaad left. Dilshaad wanted to give them some time alone so that Asad could tell her his feelings. Asad and zoya looked around and spotted dilshaad and najma walking in a distance. They both started following them, walking side by side with the remaining kulfi. "So? he prompted. "So what? she asked out of habit. They've had this several times. "Wanna taste a different flavor? he smiled wholeheartedly at her and it was intoxicating to her that she returned it with all her heart. "Sure. She nodded and forwarded her kulfi towards him. He widened his eyes in surprise and exchanged kulfis with her. "What happened to your no sharing policy? "Maybe someone made me change it? it sounded like a question when she said it. "And might I ask who? he leaned his head closer to hers while she devoured the taste of his half eaten kulfi. She smiled, "Someone to whom it's tempting to eat a half eaten kulfi, someone who can't bear to spend a moment not troubling me, someone who needs to keep check of his over smartness. He started chukling and shook his head before looking at her intensely. "Aur? "Aur...someone who is damn infuriating, someone who enjoys teasing me, someone stood very close to me and looking like a fool she smirked and he narrowed his eyes on her before turning his attention to the kulfi as he ate it. "Aur? he aksed while swiping his lips with his tongue. "Someone who distracts me in odd times, someone I think I'd manage to live with till the end, someone who has stolen my heart and someone whom I have come to love so much. Hua nahi pehle kabhi yeh... Chuaa nahi dil ko kisi ne... Har aarzoo tu hi... Chain or sukoon tu hi... Mai toh kahoo... Tu hi hai zindagi... He was expecting her to twist the end playfully as shed normally do. But when she repeated his earlier words, he stopped walking. She smiled a shy smile and took her kulfi from him. Asad was mesmerized, but she walked ahead with both the kulfis in her hand. "c'mon! she laughed as she called him and he followed her and took back the kulfi from her. "hey! she tried blocking but he was fast. "What are we sharing today Zoya? he leaned in to whisper in her ears, his cool breathe making her shiver. "Answer me Zoya. What is it? Love or hate? She chinned up her head and looked straight in his eyes... "Love her tone was confident with finality. He grinned at her madly, impressed by her audacity. "With no milaavat "With no milaavat They both said together at the same time. He laughed and she affirmed with a smile and finishing off the kulfi and then dropping the stick to the ground, she kicked it off. He mimicked her actions and side hugged her as they walked to the house. "Thanks for the surprise Asad, I love it! she said when they reached home and were standing outside the gate. "What about my return gift? he winked and she narrowed her eyes...  "Ab kya chaiye? You finished most of my kulfi she rolled her eyes and he chuckled. Now they were back to being them. They both were incomplete without each other and they knew it. He pulled her close locking her one hand behind her so that she was pushed towards him till their breathes mingled. "Something sweet? his eyes danced happily as they took in every detail of her face shining in the moonlit veranda. "Pehle chodo... She pursed her lips, controlling her ragged breathes. "Bhaag gayi toh? With her free hand she placed his free hand on his heart and said, "I know I have a place here, and I haven't come here to leave. They both smile at each other and he loosened his grip on hers. She quickly raised herself on her knees and pretends to peck on his cheek, but when his hands are completely on his side, she made a quick move and runs away... Na mai apna raha... Na kisi aur ka... Aisa mere khuda Kyu hai..  Wo oh o...wo oh o...wo oh o... She escapes into the house giggling and it's too late for him to register she just tricked him... He followed close and their chase and run game goes on which might have fooled Najma, but the smiles on their faces told Dilshaad about the flow of this positive energy called love between the two... "Not fair Zoya... You will have to pay for this... He warned following her as she rushed out of the house and again peeped in holding the door ajar... "Everything is fair in love and war... She whispered with a naughty glint in her eyes and before he reached to her the door closed and he could hear her as she shouted wishing a good night to Dilshad and Najma... He shook his head before walking back to his room... His heart was swelling with contentment as he lied down on his bed reminiscing that everything happened in a whole day... 'Love...with no milavat...' those were the words in his mind as he slowly drifted into the peaceful sleep with that small smile intact on his face... While on the other side sleep was far away for Zoya as she was still feeling this everything as a dream... Just till last night she was missing him so much and imagining him nice and sweet to her in her dreams only... But now he was back for good... And had he really said all that to her...? It was still like a dream to her... She sighed caressing the gift... "Hehhh...It was too much to believe... His each word kept ringing in her mind and she felt her eyes welled up feeling emotional suddenly...  "Today you gave me everything Asad... She breathed hugging the painting to her heart... "Don't I deserve a return gift then? She shook her head smiling as she could see him leaning back to the door... "Yes...You deserve... She hopped out of the bed and opening the door of her room walked out of her house... Taking a look around she moved to his window... For a moment she just stood watching him sleeping peacefully but then frowned, "Meri neend uda kar tum aise araam se so rahe ho like nothing has happened...how could you? "You like to tease me anyways...that is not going to change... She shook her head and very carefully entered inside his room... Sitting beside him she stared at him for sometime feared thinking she would touch him and he will disappear as he used to be... "Still it feels like a dream... She touched his soft hair falling on his forehead before leaning to kiss him on his cheek... "Your return gift... She smiled as her lips touched his cheek and before she knew it his hand wrapped around her seizing her and she gasped... "It's not a dream and you should start believing it... He whispered as he caressed the side of her face with his free hand sending chills down her spine... and she closed her eyes drinking in the feel of his touch... He smiled and flipped them so she landed on her back with him hovering over... His breathe fanned on her face and he traced the side of her lips... "Or it's better to make you believe Zoya... His voice thick as he whispered and his lips brushed against hers... He felt himself captive feeling the soft texture of her lips that he had dreamed of countless times... Her hand moved to his shoulder and gripped him tight as he placed a sweet tender kiss to which she began responding giving in... But half a minute of her responding, and he pulled away staring at her amusedly... "Can you believe it now... He asked moving back & she inhaled before her eyes met with his... He winked and she pushed him off... He laughed lying on the bed and his fingers gripped her wrist as she tried to get up... "I would love if you keep dreaming though...  He eyes danced with playfulness... Grabbing a pillow with her free hand she threw it on his face making him laugh hard... And as his grip loosened on her wrist she hopped out... Her gaze fixed on him as she moved back to the window... He stopped laughing as he watched her getting out... "I don't want to dream anymore..."    He heard her whisper and getting out of the bed walked towards his room window... outside where she was standing and held her hand, "Dream Zoya... I'll make your every dream come true..." She still stood as she did, her back facing him and he back hugged her from inside the window... "We'll together make our reality better than the dreams even, haina? As he said that she smiled a huge smile which he couldn't see but felt... "Hmm..." They both smiled and watch the moon, with thousands of stars merrily winking at them from the summer sky... They all were witnesses of them loving each other with a love that was more than love... Har aarzoo tu hai... Chain or sukoon tu hai... Mai toh kahoo... Tu hi hai zindagi...!!! ---  ---

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