#We have open registers to your left.’ but that sounds like an ad omg

[the-trans-dragon]

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#just a really specific rant: capitalism’s monopoly on Interest-Grabbing Characteristics #sometimes I almost say a phrase. and the phrase will be really concise and polite and perfect. and then I realize it sounds like an ad lol. #and so I’ll rephrase it—or just give up!—because i wince at the idea of sounding like an ad #in the same kind of way I abhorrently avoid Non-Harmful Behaviors that I #happen to associate with specific Harmful People. like even if the trait itself isn’t bad? I can’t cope with Resembling The Bad Thing at all #sometimes I notice this when I’m on the intercom at work. customers don’t notice announcements because most storewide #pages are for the employees—requesting service or something #so I wanted to say something a little Differently and a little Silly to try to grab the customers attention #(they were all waiting in line on one side of the store and didn’t notice registers on the other side too—so we are supposed to announce #that we have open registers and get the customers #out quicker etc etc) but I couldn’t think of an Attention Grabbing thing that didn’t sound like an ad! ‘Tired of waiting in line? #We have open registers to your left.’ but that sounds like an ad omg #there isn’t a way to phrase it that prevents it from sounding like an ad; or sounding like an employee page #if it doesn’t get their attention they won’t notice. if it does get their attention then it’ll sound like an ad. #I got in trouble for not making customers come to my register :/ I didn’t even see them because my eyes are bad and because our displays are #so tall that they obstruct view of everything #sorry for rambling #💜 I’m just grumpy at my job. time to go see my kitty kitty!! #sorenhoots

[kywaslost]

omg hello! Can I get a scenario of Aizawa and Mic maybe going on a patrol and finding a child in an alleyway, like maybe lost and injured. So then they like take them to the hospital and then they find out that they’re related to Oboro Shirakumo?

I Can’t Believe He Lives On - Aizawa and Present Mic

A/N: Omg hi!! I absolutely love this request! Sorry it took me so long, but I just finished finals today and now I have time to do a lot of writing. I hope you don’t mind but I made the reader a teenager. I feel like it fits my idea best. I hope you enjoy it!!

“Come on Shotaaaaa!” Hizashi hummed excitedly. “Shinsou’s out with his friends and Eri is spending the night with your class. We have the house to ourselves! We could go out to dinnerrrrr.” Hizashi cut in front of Aizawa as they walked across a rooftop, now walking backwards so he could still talk to his lover. “Or we could order takeout and watch a movie on the tv?”

Aizawa raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I don’t know Mic. I’m tired. I just want to sleep.” He dragged a hand through his long black hair. “It’s been a long day. I just want--” Aizawa stopped talking, then stopped walking, looking around with the same raised eyebrow.

“What?” Mic asked, now confused. He took a step closer to the other pro. When he went to speak again Aizawa cut him off.

“Shh.” Aizawa continued to look around. “Do you hear that?” Shota walked to the edge of the building, peering over the small wall that was there. “Someone’s crying.”

Hizashi followed his friend over to the edge, trying to see what he was looking for. “That could be anyone, Sho. We’re right next to an apartment building. Someone may just be having a bad night and left the window open.”

“No.” Aizawa’s voice left no room for argument. Then his hand shot out, pointing down at the end of the alleyway. “Look. Someone’s down there.”

Yamada followed the invisible path Shota’s finger left, and then he saw it. There was a kid, somewhere between 15-18 years old, limping quickly down the alleyway. They kept looking around in a panic, and that was when Hizashi finally registered the sounds of soft crying. “They look scared.”

That’s all it took for Aizawa and Yamada to jump down into the alleyway, not too far from where you were currently. Their sudden appearance startled you, and you made a startled sound as you frantically backed away from them.

“Hey,” Aizawa said calmly, holding his hands out to show you that he wasn’t there to harm you. “You’re alright.”

“We’re heroes,” Yamada added. “We can help you.” Now that he was closer to you, he could see blood dripping from your hairline. There were countless rips and holes in your clothes and more wounds scattering your body. “Oh, honey you’re bleeding.”

“Let us help you,” Aizawa quietly said. “Can you tell us what happened?”

Your back met the rough brick wall of one of the buildings. It was odd how it somehow soothed some of your wounds. You looked desperately between the two men slowly walking towards you. It was better than no one, you supposed. So you took in a shaky breath and muttered, “they have my brother.” You squeezed your eyes shut as tears finally made their way down your face. “They have the body of my dead brother.”

“Woah,” Hizashi rushed forward to catch you as you fell to the ground crying harder. “Ok, it’s ok.” He looked up at his lover. “What do we do?” he whispered. “They’re clearly too distressed to be thinking clearly, and they’re bleeding. They have a lot of wounds.”

“So we take them to the hospital,” Aizawa concluded. “We take them to the hospital, let them get treated, and then question them when they are better.”

Aizawa soon realized that his plan was easier said than done once they got to the hospital. Hizashi had carried you the entire way there, whispering comforting words as you bawled into his chest. But when they tried to admit you into the hospital, the nurse running the ER wouldn’t allow them to since they had no idea who you were. They had to file you as a John/Jane Doe, and that process took longer. Then they weren’t allowed to visit you in your hospital room until they could prove that they were there for official hero business.

Needless to say, it was a very long 24 hour battle with the hospital. On top of that, Aizawa and Yamada had to make sure Shinsou and Eri were taken care of while they were gone. But eventually they made it up to your room, quietly knocking before entering. You were awake, staring out the window. Your soft blue eyes drifted over to the two heroes.

“Hi.” Your voice was shaky and rough from misuse. Hizashi handed you a cup of water as he sat down with Aizawa next to your bed. You thanked him once you were done with the cup.

“How are you feeling?” Aizawa asked.

You shook your head. “They still have my brother.”

“What do you mean, little listener?”

“Can you tell us your name?” Aizawa needed to know who you were. “We’d like to inform your family of your condition and location.”

You shook your head yet again. “My only family is dead, and those people have my brother’s body.”

“Who does?” Hizashi asked, placing his hand on your own that rested against the hospital bed you were in.

“Those villains.”

Aizawa asked, “The league?”

You nodded.

“Can you please tell us your name, dear?” Aizawa was being gentle. “We’ve been working against the League for quite some time. Maybe we know what they want to do with you and your family.”

Your water eyes met Aizawa’s crimson ones. “My name is Y/N Shirakumo.”

The two heroes in the room swore their heart had stopped beating. Their lungs quit working and all they could hear was intense ringing in their ears.

“What?” Hizashi choked out.

“They have my brother.”

“Oboro?” Aizawa didn’t think he could even say his friend’s name. “Is that him?”

“Yes. He died several years ago, and now the League is using his body as a meat suit for one of their members.”

“We know.” Hizashi was crying now, his green eyes glossed over with tears. “Honey, Oboro was our best friend in high school.”

Aizawa muttered a low, “I was there when he died.” He felt like he couldn’t speak through the tears. But then he looked up at Hizashi, then to you in the hospital bed. “You’re his only family left, and I swear on my life that I am going to protect you. To keep you safe. Because you’re the only piece of Oboro left and that means you mean the world to me and Hizashi.”

“We’ll take care of you,” Hiashi smiled softly. He ran a hand through your hair, watching as you began to cry. “But only if you want us to.”

You nodded quickly. “You knew him. That’s all that matters to me.”

#comfort #bnha #bnha comfort #x reader #platonic #bnha fluff #bnha aizawa #mr aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #aizawa #aizawa x reader comfort #platonic aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #hizashi yamada #aizawa x hizashi #yandere hizashi x reader #yamada hizashi #oboro shirakumo

[amitlee]

Monsters Nearby

Summary: Ranboo is Enderwalking and Tubbo wants to sleep.

Warnings: None

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Tubbo yawned as he walked into the mansion. He was thoroughly exhausted from a day consisting mainly of arguing with Quackity. All he wanted to do was cuddle up with his husband and sleep for days.

He expected to find Ranboo in their shared bedroom, as it was rather late. However, to his surprise, he opened the door to a cold room with no signs of his husband.

“…Boo?” Tubbo spoke into the empty room. There was no response.

Tubbo’s eyebrows furrowed and he pushed his tiredness to the back of his mind as he began to search the mansion for his husband. There was no reason for Ranboo to be out so late at night, so Tubbo decided to leave the garden and other outside areas as a last resort.

First, he checked the kitchen. The lights were off but the sink was running. Tubbo turned off the sink, he was worried but glad for the sign of life. Next, he checked the living room; finding it empty as well.

He thought for a moment, the mansion was large and had many rooms, it would take too long to do a full search. He thought about his husband, wracking his brain for anything that could help locate him. His mind landed on the library, a quiet room that Ranboo loved to visit at all hours of the day and night. It had books in many languages, each holding vast knowledge on hundreds of topics. This is where he took his search.

Tubbo’s hooves clapped lightly on the hard flooring as he neared the library. He opened the door, a loud creak resonating, and peaked his head around the door. The fireplace was aglow, warming up the room and casting soft shadows on the walls. His eyes scanned the room, landing on purple orbs staring back at him.

“Ranboo, are you alright?” Of course, Tubbo knew of his husband’s condition. Enderwalking was very serious and Tubbo was thankful he’d been taught how to take care of his husband when he was in such a state.

Ranboo replied, “⎅⟟⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍀⟒⏃⌰⌰⊬ ⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇⌰⏃⏁⟒ ⏁⊑⟟.” Although Tubbo had no idea what it meant, it was a start.

Holding his hands in front of him so Ranboo had a clear view of them, Tubbo slowly walked towards him.

“m’ sleepy, Boo.” Tubbo stated. He was closer to Ranboo now and quickly looked over his body for any injuries. He let out a sigh of relief once he was sure there were none to be found.

Ranboo cooed and looked to Tubbo’s hands that were now in his reach. After a moment, Ranboo spoke again, “⟟’⋔ ☌⍜⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⌇⏃⊬ ⌇⏁⎍⌿⟟⎅ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌.” And grabbed Tubbo’s hand, gently holding it in his own.

Tubbo smiled at the gesture, internally trying not to burst from adoration. “Can we go to bed?” He questioned.

Tubbo kept a grip on Ranboo’s hand even as the hybrid stood from his position on a chair and Tubbo’s arm had to reach up slightly. Taking Ranboo’s movements as a yes, Tubbo began to lead the gentle giant back to their bedroom.

The walk was quiet and peaceful, the only noises being Tubbo’s hooves on the flooring. They held hands the entire way, Tubbo had started to soothingly rub his thumb over the back of Ranboo’s hand when the hybrid started to figit.

Once they arrived at their room, Tubbo pushed open the door and led Ranboo into the room. They released each other's hands and Tubbo went turned on the various nightlights that would light up the room in a soft orange.

Tubbo gestured towards the bed and promptly crawled in himself. He left the bed shift as his husband’s weight was added. They interlocked hands again, a comfort measure for both of them, Tubbo said goodnight before finally closing his eyes.

A few minutes past and Tubbo was getting increasingly agitated at the lack of sleep despite his tiredness.

“I’ve got to use the bathroom.” He said to Ranboo, before walking out and going to the bathroom. He washed his face and took a second to breathe before going back to the shared bedroom. As he went to get back in bed, a message was displayed—

“Cannot sleep now monsters nearby.”

Tubbo immediately knew what was the cause for his restlessness. He and Ranboo had never attempted to sleep when he was in the Enderwalk state. It seemed he was just enough enderman for the game to register him as a mob.

Tubbo got back into the bed, noticing that Ranboo was still awake as well. “Boo. Can we try something?” He asked gently.

Ranboo turned towards him, nodding, “⋔⊬ ⎎⏃⎐⍜⍀⟟⏁⟒ ☊⍜⌰⍜⍀ ⟟⌇ ⌿⎍⍀⌿⌰⟒.”

Tubbo was still clueless as to what was being said, but understood that he nodded. “Alright, lay on your stomach for me, please.” He gave a reassuring look to his husband as he did as he was asked.

“Perfect.” Tubbo praised as Ranboo rolled over. Tubbo rested one hand on each of Ranboo’s shoulders, gently but firmly kneading at the muscles. He rubbed his thumbs into circles on the extra tense parts, feeling Ranboo melt like goo under his touch.

“Is this okay?” Tubbo asked, wanting to ensure that Ranboo was comfortable with touch at the moment. He was quickly reassured by the purrs that tumbled out of Ranboo and the color shift in his eyes. The purple that signified his Enderwalking state had dimmed, looking like a mix of brown and purple. This assured Tubbo that he would be able to sleep sometime tonight.

Tubbo moved his movements to focus high on Ranboo’s spine, rubbing firm but soft circles on each side and slowly moving down. After the initial flinch of surprise, Ranboo all but melted into the mattress. Purrs becoming constant.

It was when Tubbo got to Ranboo’s lower back that Ranboo tensed for a moment. Tubbo lightened his touch, assuming Ranboo was sore. This caused Ranboo to let out a chirp amidst his purring that still hadn’t stopped.

Tubbo couldn’t resist gently scratching at the area, immediately knowing what was going on. Ranboo made another chirp, this one sounding much more flustered. Tubbo continued to scratch gently, now moving his movements to the outside of his back, near his hips.

Ranboo let out what could only be described as an Enderman’s laugh. It sounded warbled but joyful nonetheless. It was very different from his usual laugh, but Tubbo found it very endearing.

Tubbo skittered his fingers up and down the sides of Ranboo’s back, relishing in the surprised chirp.

“⟟’⋔ ⍙⍀⟟⏁⟟⋏☌ ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⌿⏃⍀⏁ ⏁⊑⍀⟒⟒ ⎅⏃⊬⌇ ⌰⏃⏁⟒⍀!”

Tubbo giggled mischievously, “What was that, boss man?” He switched from skittering to poking in the same motion, still very gentle but at a fast pace.

“⟟ ⍀⟒⏃⎅ ⌇⍜ ⋔⎍☊⊑ ⎎⏃⋏⎎⟟☊⏁⟟⍜⋏.” Ranboo protested. He squirmed side to side, but when he would lean to one side, Tubbo would simply focus on that side to get him to squirm back.

Tubbo moved even closer to his sides and hips while continuing the up and down pattern. To make up for his slight ruthlessness in this situation, he switched his technique to dragging his pointer fingers in random circles.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive, Boo.” Tubbo fondly smiled down at his companion.

Ranboo made an indignant noise. His giggles were getting drowsy.

“We’ll have to look more into this, won’t we.”

When Ranboo didn’t answer Tubbo, he lightly squeezed Ranboo’s sides. Occasionally going to his hips.

“Won’t we?” Tubbo teasingly repeated.

After the Enderman-sounding cross between a shriek and a squeak, Ranboo giggly replied, “☊⏃⎐⟒⏁⍜⍙⋏!”

“So do you think it tickles so much because you’re sleepy or because you’re incredibly ticklish?” Tubbo asked the squirming man beneath him.

Ranboo didn’t answer again, leaving Tubbo to dig, slightly less gentle, into the divots of his hips.

Ranboo fell into real laughter. It was starting to sound more and more human, signifying Tubbo would need to stop soon so they could both cuddle and sleep.

“Oh I see, because you’re unfathomably ticklish. Hey, it happens to the best of us, big man, don’t worry about it.” Tubbo continued to tease, knowing Ranboo understood him.

Ranboo’s laughter began to squeak, Tubbo taking it as a sign to slow back to gently scratching the sides of his back.

“Does thahat mean you ahahare too?” Ranboo asked, still lightly warbled, but mostly human.

Tubbo gasped excitedly. “Ranboo!” He slowed his movements completely and leaned down to embrace Ranboo. He then leaned back up and rolled off the taller to lay himself down beside Ranboo. “How are you feeling?”

Ranboo hummed, “Tired, but not too bad.” Ranboo took Tubbo in his arms, placing a platonic kiss on Tubbo’s hair. “Thank you for taking care of me, Bee.”

“Of course, I would do it a thousand times over.” Tubbo said dramatically, laughing after he’d said it. “But seriously, it was no problem.”

Tubbo snuggled into Ranboo, wrapping his arms around Ranboo so they were both cuddled. He felt all leftover tension leave Ranboo’s body and smiled, Ranboo had always been weak to physical affection.

“Goodnight, Tubbo.” Ranboo said, tightening his hold for a moment before relaxing it again.

Tubbo yawned, happy to be finally able to sleep. “Goodnight, my beloved.”

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I love this I love this I love this so much. Bee duo and gentle tickle my beloved.

Thank you so much for reading and for 200 followers omg you madmen, I love you 💕/p /gen

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #dreamsmptickle #dsmpticklefic #lee!ranboo #ler!tubbo #gentle tickles

[talkingismylifewrites]

OMG Caro we want the cut scene !!!

okay so this came from the original chapter four, which was a hot mess. i think i only wrote about 8k of it? before i scrapped it and rewrote everything. this is really the only scene that wasn’t rewritten and put into the real chapter four, minus a few more shenanigans that john and roger get into, and brian and freddie warning john about living with roger. 

part of the reason this got cut was i didn’t like the way that i had written veronica, and i felt as though she would purposefully go out of her way to avoid john, and vice versa. but nevertheless, here it is!

enjoy!

The inevitable didn’t hit until mid-March. 

He and Roger had finally managed to peel themselves off the floor and stumble to their local Tesco, donning sunglasses against the worst of their hangovers. 

“I think we need more cereal,” Roger rasped, running a hand through his incredibly messy hair. “And some cheese?” 

“I bought cheese two days ago,” John shook his head. “Did you eat the whole block?” 

“I don’t...think so? Okay so bread, cereal, tinned ravioli?” 

“I am not eating that shit,” John made a face. “You want it? You buy it.” 

Roger debated it for a moment, but ultimately chucked the can into the basket John was holding. They continued making their way through the aisles, making up their list as they went along. There was a brief moment in the produce aisle wherein John quizzed Roger on the different names of vegetables to hilarious results. 

“Is that not a legume?” Roger cried over John’s boisterous laughter, waving around a zucchini. “It’s a legume!” 

“How did you make it to twenty-five not knowing what a zucchini was?” John laughed as he wiped at the tears in the corner of his eyes. 

“Because who actually eats zucchini? What do you use it for?” Roger snapped. 

“You put it in ratatouille,” Veronica said from behind them. 

Three things happened at once. Roger, still waving around the zucchini, let go of it midair, sending to flying into a pyramid of apples that all went crashing onto the floor. John panicked, spinning around so fast that the basket smacked Roger in the shin, who cursed. And finally, Veronica stumbled back from the pair of them, right into the man who had been standing behind her. 

“Ronnie!” John cried, shoving the sunglasses up on top of his head, squinting in the light. “I, uh, I mean Veronica, hi, you, uh, you alright?” 

“Hello John,” she said, smiling sweetly if not nervously. “I’m doing well. And you?” 

John knew that he had bags under his eyes big enough to carry his groceries home, that his hair was a matted mess that he hadn’t even attempted to comb, and that his shirt smelled sourly of beer from last night. He looked like shit, and everyone knew it. 

Veronica, on the other hand, looked just as lovely as he had remembered. She was wearing a new dress, her hair neatly braided back the way she always had. John desperately wished he had showered, even more so when she moved in close to bus a kiss against his cheek. 

“Roger,” she added, moving in to do the same for him. Roger, however, merely returned her smile with something that probably originally started as a smile but finished as a grimace. 

“Veronica,” he said, terse. 

There was a pregnant pause, before the man behind Veronica cleared his throat. Veronica startled, turning to face him before flushing. 

“Oh, of course, how silly of me. John, Roger, this is Timothy. My—my boyfriend.” She slipped her hand into his, smiling nervously up at John. 

Timothy reached out his free hand for John and Roger to shake. For a split second, John considered smacking it away, taking up his fists and pounding him straight through the floor. He clenched his knuckles, know that the meat of his palms would bleed from the force of his nails digging into them. But reason prevailed, and he found himself shaking his hand, doing his best to stop his glare. 

“John Deacon,” he said. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you, too,” Timothy replied, still shaking his hand. “I’m uh, a big fan. Your last album was really, uh, really something.” 

John let go of his hand, stepping back closer to Roger. “Oh, thanks. Means a lot.” 

“Ronnie here’s always talking about you all, and how you’re gonna make it big one day, and I gotta say, I do agree with her,” Timothy continued. John didn’t know how to respond, he was too busy trying to relearn how to breathe when he heard him call her by her nickname. No one person can have a monopoly on nicknames, especially when it’s not even yours, but it felt too real, too painful to hear from someone else. 

There was a pregnant pause, made all the more awkward by Roger glaring from behind his shoulder, his face set in a hard scowl. Veronica, too sweet for her own good, tried to engage him in conversation. 

“And how are you, Roger?” she asked. “Is your mother doing well?” 

“She’s fine,” Roger said shortly. Veronica nodded, opening her mouth to say something, but thought better of it. 

Timothy, too, tried to shake Roger’s hand, but he merely stared at it as though it had personally offended him. Timothy dropped his hand awkwardly, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. 

“Listen,” John tried. “We should get going. Practice, and recording, all that. Things to do, you know how it is.” 

“Oh, of course, right,” Veronica nodded. She sounded almost upset, and for a moment, John considered taking the words back, telling her that he had more time. The moment passed though, when Roger grabbed at his arm, tugging him and the basket towards the register. 

“C’mon, Deaks, let’s get going. We’ve got that dinner with the producers tonight, very important, can’t miss it.” He tugged John faster towards the register, throwing a terse farewell over his shoulder. “Great to meet you, Theodore!” 

“Roger,” John hissed, trying to tug his hand from Roger’s. “What was that about?” 

“The gall of that woman,” Roger snarled. “Who does she think she is, flaunting her boyfriend in front of you like that?” 

“Roger—”

“And ugh, did you hear him?” Roger pulled a face, mimicking Timothy in a stupid voice. “Ronnie’s always talking about how you’re going to make it big one day. What a fucking asshole. We’ll make it big one day. As if he knows anything! We have a number one single—number one!—and he thinks he can talk to us like that? Ugh, I could have killed him.” 

John allowed himself to be dragged into the line, watching as Roger threw the groceries onto the belt willy-nilly, probably breaking all the eggs in the carton and denting his tin of ravioli. Roger was upset for him. Roger was angry for him. John was flattered, proud, happy. 

“We didn’t get the vodka,” Roger gasped, snapping his fingers. “Shit. Go get it, the big bottle, alright? Hurry, hurry!” 

John did as he was told, pushing back through the line and jogging to the liquor aisle. 

“Vodka, vodka, vodka,” he muttered, hopping from foot to foot as he scoured the aisle. 

“Bottom left shelf.” 

John froze. “R—Veronica.” 

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Veronica teased, lifting her shoulder carefully. They stared at each other from across the aisle. John’s fingers itched to reach out and touch her one last time. 

“I, uh, I have to get the vodka back to Roger,” John said stupidly. 

“Might help if you picked it up,” she suggested. John flushed, looking away before bending down to grab a bottle, clutching it tightly with sweating fingers. 

“I need to leave,” he muttered. “It uh, was good. Good to see you. But uh, I have to go.” 

“John, wait,” she grabbed at his sleeve, stopping him in place. “Please, John, can we talk?” 

“I can’t,” he shook his head. “I have to get this to Roger.” 

“I know, but I just—we ended so soon, and I know it wasn’t, uh, the best—”

“I have to go,” he repeated, trying to pull away. 

“John—”

John couldn’t help himself. Stepping back, he shook his head. “You already said everything that needed to be said. There’s nothing left to discuss.” 

He pushed past her, ignoring anything she might have said and practically running back to Roger. In order to stall, Roger had bent over the belt so as to flirt with the cashier, laughing gaily at whatever she’d said. John slammed the bottle down on the belt, his hands shaking. Roger took one look at him and immediately snapped into action. 

Stepping away from the belt, he turned off any and all charm that he had pulled in order to speed things up. The cashier, stunned by the change in behaviour, quickly scanned the bottle. 

“That’ll be eight quid,” she said. Roger threw the money onto the belt before scooping up their groceries in one hand, grabbing at John with the other. 

The moment they were outside, Roger whirled on John, his face pinched. “What did she say to you?” he demanded. “What happened?” 

“I want to go home,” John gasped, struggling to regain his calm. “Let’s just go home.” 

“Of course, babe,” Roger frowned as he hurried them down the street. “Let’s go home.” 

#dyldyl cut scene #dyldyl chap 4

[yourescapetofiction]

The Tides Have Turned-Part 2

A/N:  This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Two

Nate’s POV

I couldn’t help but grab her hand, she looked so beautiful drifting off to sleep next to me. I was secretly thrilled when she decided to ride up front with me. It was rare to get any alone time because the entire squad was usually around, which I didn’t really mind we’re all best friends but there is something about her. She had a presence that when she was gone, you missed it.

I continued driving down the highway periodically stealing glances at the sleeping beauty next to me. We had been on the road for a solid few hours by now. I smiled as I felt her snuggle closer and rest her head on my shoulder to get comfortable. We had just passed the sign signaling our entering of Illinois when the guys started getting antsy in the back. “Hey man when are we gonna pull over, I gotta pee” Swazz asked me. “Yeah and I definitely need some road trip snacks” Johnson added. “Calm down J you’ll get your slim jims” I laugh merging over to the right hand lane to get off the exit ramp. I pull over into the rest area and the guys immediately jumped out and ran for the bathrooms and snack stands. I shook my head, “animals” I mutter. I knew it was time to wake y/n up, but I dreaded the inevitable loss of contact.

Y/n POV

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I felt a large hand soothingly rubbing my side.

“Hey baby, wake up” Nate’s voice rang in my ears. “What year is it?” I say rubbing my eyes and stretching a bit. “2015, same as when we left” he chuckled. “You’ve been asleep for hours, we’re at a rest stop” he answered.

“Omg Nate I’m sorry, did I fall asleep on you? How embarrassing…” I blush deeply pulling open the door. I slid down until my feet touched the pavement and the fresh air filled my nostrils. 

“I didn’t mind..” I heard mumbling. “What did you say?” I turned around. “Huh? Nothing” Nate said giving me a weak smile. “Ok well I’m gonna go find the guys and make em’ pay for my snacks” I wink and laugh.

I walked into the rest stop and freshened up in the bathroom. Nate was acting kind of weird, I wonder what’s bugging him. I brushed the thoughts of Nate away and walked over to the guys who were grabbing bags of chips like they were going out of style.

“Hey baby girl!” I felt strong arms wrap around me. “Hey Sammy” I grin and place a kiss on his cheek. He always made everything irrelevant fade away when I was with him. He looked at me and smiled wide, his beautiful eyelashes fluttering as he spoke.

“What do you want? Pick anything, it’s my treat” he said. “Aww Sam, you don’t have to do that. I can pay for my own shit” I laugh. He intertwined his fingers with mine and walked me over to the candy aisle-my favorite.

“Nonsense. My girl isn’t paying for her candy.” He smiled genuinely at me. I picked out what I wanted and we all proceeded to the register to pay. I glanced at Nate and he looked antsy and uncomfortable at Sam’s close contact. I don’t understand, all of the guys have been like this with me for as long as I can remember and it’s never been a problem before.

“Last one to the bus has to sleep on the floor in the hotel tonight!” Johnson screams as he takes off on a tear towards the bus. “Oh come on you guys, you know I’m not a runner!” I pout behind the pack of running guys. “Don’t worry babe I got you!” Gilinsky stopped in front of me and picked me up into a piggy back ride and took off in a full on sprint. I screamed my head off as we swerved past Kenny and Dillon, Jack tossing elbows as he moved.

“Sorry losers!” I taunt and poke my tongue out at them. We make it to the bus in second place, not too shabby. We collapse to the ground out of breath and laughing till it hurt.

“Wait! Who’s last?!” I ask wide eyed to find the sucker that was sleeping on the floor tonight. We all looked around to a pouty Sammy. “Laugh away, I thought you guys were supposed to be my friends” he says sarcastically. “You know we love you Sam” I counter and he sends me a wink. As the boys pile into the back of the bus, I assume my spot next to Nate.

“You having a good time so far?” He asked. “The best time” I grin so hard it makes him bust out laughing. Nate pulls off and continues driving for another couple of hours.

It is soon dusk as the sky is lit with colors of lavender and indigo. It was beautiful, reminiscent of a Van Gogh painting. I sigh contently as the sounds of The Weeknd float through the bus. Everyone takes turns singing a verse giving credit to those who gave it their all. Of course Gilinsky was able to belt the R&B feel flawlessly. It certainly adds to his appeal, girls love him. We cross the state line for Indiana when Nate decides to pull over to a hotel for the night.

The boys remain outside handling our luggage while I go inside to book our rooms. I book two rooms and wait for the friendly guy behind the counter to enter my information.

“You from out of town?” He asks sending me a smile as he types away. “Uh yeah, my friends and I are actually road tripping to New York for the summer” I answer. “That sounds like the life. If I weren’t stuck at work, I’d probably end up joining you” he laughs. Just then, the guys all file into the lobby and saunter over to me. 

I can see the protective looks in the Jacks, Nate, and Sammy’s eyes. “Tough break bud” Gilinsky says curtly while slinking his arm around me. “Jack…” I whisper hinting that he needs to back off. The guy meant well, I knew he was just trying to make conversation. 

“Uh here’s your room keys, enjoy your stay” he nervously says. “Thank you so much” I say kindly. I walk away, Jack’s arm still around me, and I look up at him. “There was no need for that Jack.” “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just guys suck baby girl, and I didn’t want him to try anything on you” he states matter of factly.

“I’ve never seen you like this G” I giggle. “Yeah well you’re our girl, MY girl, I’d do anything to protect you” he says, shooting me a wink at the end. His words caused flutters in my stomach.

“Alright who’s sleeping where?” Dillon’s question interrupted my moment with G. “Well Nash and Cam, and you and Kenny can go in one room” I suggest. “Jack and Jack obviously together, and Nate and Sammy in the other” I continue.

“What about you?” Kenny asked raising a brow. “Oh I don’t know, I-” I begin “Bullshit, she’s coming with us” Nate states.

“Yeah the squad has to stick together” Johnson jokes pulling me into his side.

We all file into our rooms and I get out my pjs and place them on the bed. I desperately needed a shower after being cooped up in that bus all day. 

“Hey guys I’m gonna shower first is that ok?” I question. “Yeah go ahead babe we’ll go after you” Johnson politely offers. “Or we could save water and shower together” Sam says and smirks. “Cool it Samuel” I joke pushing him back onto the bed. “Feisty, just how I like em” he says causing the room to erupt with laughter.

I make my way into the tiny bathroom and run a hot shower. Man it feels good to get cleaned up. I got changed into my pjs when I was done and emerged from the steamy bathroom. The Jacks were already passed out, poor guys. I made my way over to their bed and covered them up, placing Gilinsky up on the pillow as he was laying half off the bed. He grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze “goodnight, love you” he mutters half asleep. I chuckle to myself.

I turn around to see Nate resting against the headboard of the other bed. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and his eyes were droopy from staring at the road all day. God he looked good. He patted the spot next to him and I smile.

“What about Sammy?” I ask. “He’s fine, he’ll sleep on the floor. A bet is a bet, he has to honor that” Nate laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I get the bed with y/n next time though” he laughed. “Goodnight Sam” I state plainly. 

I crawled onto the bed next to Nate, careful not to encroach on his side too much. I’ve shared a bed with the Jacks before when we were growing up, but this was new territory with Nate. I shiver and climb under the blankets.

“Cold?” He asked. “Mhm” I mutter closing my eyes. “Come here lil mama” he extends his arm opening his side up to me. I snuggle in close and drape my arm over his chest. I aimlessly start tracing his tattoos and I hear his breathing become shallow. Maybe I went too far. I tried to sneak a peek at him through the dim lighting of the room and saw he was fast asleep. I place a kiss to his chest and drift off to sleep myself.

- The next morning

I crack my eyes open and check the time on my phone, it’s 5 am-shit. We needed to get up and get back on the road if we wanted to get to New York at a decent hour. I tried to snake my way out of Nate’s grip, but he absent mindedly pulled me back into him when I tried to get up. 

I giggle “Nate,” I say poking him. “Nate wake up we gotta get going” he groaned next to me reluctant to wake up.

“Wake up guys!” I say loudly to get the others to stir. “Ugh why are you doing this to us?” Johnson groaned covering his face with a pillow. “Do you want to get to the beach at a decent hour? Then get up!” I retort. They all grumble but make their way to get dressed and grab some coffee and breakfast from the complimentary set up downstairs.

We embark on our journey, coffee in tow, and start up a game of would you rather. This time I sit in the back with the boys, and Swazz is riding up front with Nate. 

“Alright Johnson, would you rather have a time machine that only goes back in time, or a time machine that only goes forward in time?” Cam asks. “That is like the hardest question everrrrr” Johnson groans. “Fine, forward in time because the past should remain in the past” he answers. Everybody nods their head. “Alright Sammy, would you rather have your body found in a pile of sex toys or found on a pile of drugs?” Johnson asks. We all bust out laughing. “Hmmm, sex toys.” Sam answers barely giving the question any thought. “Eww what the hell Sam?” Kenny pulls a face. “Dude….” Nash starts in before Sam can explain himself. “What?!” He exclaims. “At least sex toys aren’t illegal.” “Yeah but people would wonder what the hell you did to die there” I giggle. My statement caused everyone to laugh.

“Alright y/n, would you rather give Gilinsky a lap dance or go streaking with Cam?” Sam asks me. My eyes widen. Who would ask a lady that? Sam Wilkinson. 

“Omg Sam how am I supposed to answer that?” “Ugh I guess the lap dance, because there is no way I’m streaking.” Gilinsky wiggles his eyebrows at me and I throw a pillow at him. 

“Alright Nate this one’s for you man!” G calls up to Nate. “Oh god, alright. Hit me” Nate responds. “Would you rather sleep with y/n or sleep with a random hookup?” G asks him. I can see Nate’s grip tighten on the steering wheel. Swazz looked back at me uneasy, like he knew something I didn’t. Nate briefly made eye contact with me in the rearview mirror and I was blushing hardcore. Everyone waited with baited breath for his answer. Way to put him on the spot G…

“Dude definitely the hookup” Nate answers. Some of the guys chuckle and slap hands brushing off his comment, but I fell silent. Nate focused back on the road when I heard my phone song with a text message. It was a private message from Johnson.

J😇: I’m so sorry y/n…. 😥 Me: I’m fine J, thanks though. J😇: Gilinsky shouldn’t have asked that. It was an uncomfortable question. I’m sure Nate didn’t mean anything by it. Me: Don’t worry about it. It was just a throw away comment. I love you J ❤️ J😇: I love you too baby girl

I slid my phone back into my pocket and rested my head against the window. The game died off after that and the guys assumed their own conversations but I wasn’t in the mood anymore. I put in my headphones and drowned out the noise. Why was this bugging me so much? It’s just Nate. He’s one of my best friends, I know it didn’t mean anything. Still, I couldn’t quite forget the cold way he rejected the notion of sleeping with me. I was hurt. And now I had to live with this guy for a month in the Hamptons.

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Ocean Eyes | Haz mini series | Part 3

Pairing: (Strangers to Friends to Lovers!) (Imaginary Love Triangle!) (Accidental Adultery!) Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/n: It was my first ever fanfic, I earlier posted it on instagram and so thought of posting it here too. It’s trash. Check my masterlist for other fics, one-shots & more parts. IT’S A MINI SERIES, SO THERE ARE A LITTLE MORE THAN USUAL TIME SKIPS. I HOPE IT ISN’T THAT ANNOYING *prays*.

Word count: 3.7K

Warning: Angst, Painful Misconceptions, swearing

Description: Y/n Y/l/n, a doctor by profession, loner by destiny, having just a little celebrity crush on a British actor Tom Holland. Her whole life changes when she accidentally bumped into a blue-eyed man on a rainy dark night, who was supposed to be Tom’s best friend Harrison Osterfield. What will happen when Harrison starts to fall for her? This celebrity crush on Tom is intended to create some drama ;)

Part 3…

“Was Haz just about to kiss me? Or it was just my imagination?” you mumbled to yourself after Haz left with Tom. You don’t want to assume something that actually never happened. At least you had him by your side as a friend and a companion. Spending this long time with him had made you fall for him already. But you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with the blue-eyed boy, just because of these feelings. You washed your face, and applied your chapstick, to get a refreshing look after all that crying.

You walked out, spotting him waiting for you. You had some great cocktails, talked to some people at the party, they all were lovely to talk with, you wondered that, you registered that were panicking in vain… Soon music started playing and everyone started dancing. The atmosphere was so cheerful that you felt a little bit shy showing your dance skills. You shyly held Harrison’s hand which he offered for dance. He didn’t start dancing slow, rather he grabbed your waist and pulled you with him to a high note song. As the music proceeded, the beats started to amplify, he started spinning you rapidly, but ensured that you always landed in his arms. You almost were clinging to him, due to his swift dance moves. You both couldn’t help, but laugh and giggle at your ’fun’ dance. Soon, Zendaya announced that it was time for getting into the pool. You were a bit nervous. Haz asked you to go to the pool first, but as you were hilariously nervous, you denied his offer.

“Haz, hmm. I don’t think I’m going into the pool”

“Oh, so you think I will let you back off this easy?” he showed an amused grin. “Huh? What do you me(an)?…” Before you could say anything else, he just picked you up in his arms and jumped into the pool carrying you.

“Oh gosh Mr Harrison Osterfield, at least you should have warned me” you yelled tucking your now wet hairs behind your ears, that stuck on your face. “It won’t be fun, if I would have warned you Ms Y/n Y/l/n” he laughed like 10 years old. You, Haz, Tom and others played for really long in the pool. By playing, it meant stupidly splashing water on each other. But was no doubt, super fun. You had a lot of fun there. You all danced more, had more drinks, had food, talked more and more. In short, it was an amazing day. It was finally the time to go home, and you were already exhausted. Tom went to his house so did everyone else. Haz and you went to his house. You felt so tired that you slept in the car itself.

“Sleepyhead, we reached home, get up” Haz shook your shoulders. In an extreme dizzy voice, with closed eyes, you replied “I can’t walk, good night” you yawned as your head rested on the car’s headrest. Seeing your childish behaviour, he couldn’t stop giggling. After like ten seconds of you not getting up, he finally decided to get you in himself. Without even saying any other word, he picked you up in his arms.

“What the fuck Haz, get me down!” you said waking up, afraid that maybe you could fall off. “Nope” with the ‘ope’ sound he playfully giggled, as you gripped his shoulders.

“Aren’t you tired of the party? How are you even lifting my weight after that exhausting party?” you questioned surprisingly as he carried you inside the house, unlocking the door. “I can never be tired for you,” he said with a soft tone, making you smile and blush at the same time. He reaches your room softly resting you in the bed, putting covers on you.

“Good night, Y/n” he whispered kissing your forehead. He switched off the lamps. walking away, when you grabbed his arm.

“Thank you for today, and sorry for all the nonsense crying, sorry” you pleaded as he looked at you. “It’s alright, it happens sometimes” he replied pressing his lips.

“If you want you can sleep here. I don’t mean it that way, I mean just… ” he interrupted you. “I get that,” he said tittering. And he got into the covers with you. You got closer to his chest listening to his heart beats when he pulled you closer, cuddling with you. It was nothing sexual, just very friendly and soothing. The sound of his heartbeats made you feel relaxed from the exhausting day, getting you asleep really soon.

•••

Next morning, you got up unable to spot Haz beside you. He woke up and left before you. You brushed your teeth, wore your spectacles and started walking down. You had a gut feeling like something good was going to happen. You reached near the kitchen seeing Harrison standing with a girl. Oh. My. God, if after all this you get to know that he has a girlfriend, then you would really faint Something good? Seriously my gut! You started walking towards them and cleared your throat and yelling “Good morning,” making both of then turn towards you.

“Good morning y/n” Haz greeted you cheerfully. “Yeah good morning.” the girl too greeted you with a big smile. The girl looked familiar.

“By the way, I’m Charlotte, Harrison’s sweet little sister..” she introduced making all your fear vanish away. “Adding 'sweet’ wasn’t necessary,” Haz said in an amused voice. You instantly remembered, seeing some of her pictures hanging across the house, plus on Harrison’s Instagram.

“OMG nice to meet you Charlotte, you don’t know how glad I’m to meet you,” you said trying not to look over-excited.

“ And I’m….” she interrupted you completing the sentence. “Y/n..of course, I know you it’s been an hour since I am here, and the only person this div is talking about is you” she giggled as a tint of red covered your face. “Hey, Y/n eat your breakfast fast and get ready, we gotta go to the mall for shopping” Charlotte squealed, making you confused. “Shopping, all of a sudden? I still have enough clothes”

“So, Haz didn’t tell you yet? and by the way, a girl never has enough clothes!” You gave her a tight-lipped smile. “And what hasn’t told me?” you asked her, but instead of her, Harrison spoke up.

“Hmm. Y/n I just wanna ask you… if you could come with me to the red carpet of Tom’s new movie 'Chaos Walking’, I have a small part in it…” he asked rubbing the back of his head.

“Me? Red carpet? Movie red carpet? With so many celebs?” you blurted out. “Come on Y/n, Haz never asks anyone, you should go with him.” she insisted. You were hell nervous and excited at the same time but acted calmly. “Hmm, as you both are insisting, I will go, it will be a new experience for me” Your answer instantly plastered a wide smile on Harrison’s face, and you could feel yourself blushing.

“Great, we will leave in an hour, get ready..! ” Charlotte squealed. All three of you ate the cereals, and you rushed to the bathroom for a shower. As you got to attend such a grand function, you properly washed and dried your hairs. You wore a comfortable casual outfit so that it would be easy trying dresses in the dressing room. You put on your contact lenses, took your credit card and started walking down. 45 minutes have already passed, and Charlotte was eagerly waiting for you.

“You are ready before time, great let’s go, and by the way, I don’t drive yet, so can you drive us y/n?” she asked seeing you.

“Oh yeah of course.” She tossed you the keys and you both walked out, just about you were going to shut the main door, Harrison showed up.

“Hmm, Y/n it would be great if you pick up something that’s black, cause my suit is black too…”, he said nervously shaking his head.

“Oh yeah of course!” you smiled wide, instantly pecking his cheek, running out of the house as your face became red as a tomato, not knowing that his face was even redder…

•••

You and Charlotte reached the mall, hunting for a perfect black dress for you to wear on the red carpet. Charlotte literally was so amazing to hang out with, she was so funny, so friendly and so open to you. You both had a lot of fun during the dress hunt, like grabbing ice-creams, egg rolls etc. Finally, a dress caught Charlotte’s eyes.

“Look, Y/n, that dress looks perfect!” she yelled in excitement, pointing her finger to a dress. Your eyes widened seeing that dress. “That’s dress is hell elegant, extremely amazing, and-and it’s not meant for me, it’s for models!” you backed off, trying to get out of the store, but she again pulled you in.

“Come on! At least try it! Please” she pleaded in a childish gesture.

“Hhuuhh!” you groaned as she handed you the dress. You went into the dressing room, the dress was so heavy, no doubt it had lightly weighted lacework on the top and quarter sleeves, but the bottom was extremely heavy, layered by at least 5 layers of the thick can-can, making the dress look really puffy and graceful. You couldn’t dress in that heavy dress alone, so you took the help of an employee, who got you dressed properly. You came out, only to see Charlotte jumping on her toes squealing.

“We are buying it! It’s finalllllll!! It looks so good on you!” You simply nodded, as you too liked that dress. The dress was a solid black, flowy evening gown, highlighted with beautiful lace word around the neck and sleeves, also the dress was priced decent, so you had no problem in buying it. You both then purchased matching sandals and jewellery. You even gifted Charlotte a beautiful bracelet that caught her eye, even when she argued. You finally got into the car, it was already 4 pm and the red carpet starts at 7 pm.

•••

Charlotte took you to her family stylist. You had never got ready via, a professional stylist, so it was new for you, but you found it quite pleasant. How can you not? You just gotta sit there peacefully, while they do the job. After a whole 2 hours of dress-up and styling, you finally saw yourself in the mirror.

“Woah! Is that really me?!” that reflection looked so different, from your normal simpleton look. “Someone’s gonna faint today!” Charlotte squealed behind you. You just looked down in embarrassment, knowing whom she’s referring to. “I don’t think I can drive in this dress,” you stated, as it was obvious. “Don’t worry, Haz will pick you up. I had already called him” Charlotte informed, smirking.

“What.! You called Haz to pick me up, I’m not ready to face him with this look!!” Charlotte couldn’t even get the chance to reply, as you heard a car horn. Most probably it belonged to Harrison. “Haz is here!” Charlotte smirked, as she peeped through the blinds. “Why am I getting so nervous to face him?” you asked yourself, even though you already knew the answer. You can’t even figure out, how all this escalated! You had a celebrity crush on Tom! How did you fell for his best friend then?! How can’t you? He has everything you wished your dream partner had. He’s so kind, he’s so soft, cute and hot at the same time. Not forgetting to mention how much he cares for you.

“Go out Y/n, else you guys will get late.” Charlotte got you out of your thoughts. You were worried, that what if Haz doesn’t approve your look? All you wanted was to impress him. You tried gathering some confidence and moved out, only to see Harrison standing by the car. His eyes widened at your sight, making you look at your feet, as your face was on fire. You moved your feet, walking close to him. You raised your head to face his perfect look, in that classy black suit and tie.

“You look amazing. Like a princess… queen… angel” he blurted out, raising the temperature of your cheeks even higher. All you hoped was that the concealer and makeup could hide your hilarious blushing state.

“Can’t be 3 people at the same time,” you said, trying to calm down.

“You look amazing too,” you said, smiling, as he smiled back and made his way to the car, letting open the door for you. As you both seated, he ignited the engine and started driving. An uncomfortable silence filled the car. His eyes were concentrated on the road, you can tell, that he was a little bit nervous as the loud sound of his breath could be heard clearly. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t say. You tried to break the silence.

“Black colour highlights your ocean blue eyes.” you genuinely complimented, making him turn his head towards you.

“Ta-that-thanks” he replied, his lips were shaking along with his legs, as his gaze again shifted towards the road. Never in his life ever, he was so nervous around someone. He had been in relationships earlier, but he never felt anything. But with you, he felt different, even though you weren’t his girlfriend. All he wanted was to simply ask you if you wanted to be his girlfriend? But he couldn’t. He has proposed two other girls in his life earlier, it was so easy then, but this was different. For them, it was a mere attraction, but for you it was love. Having you by his side for almost a month, made him feel so special. No matter how much tired he was after a party, no matter how much sad he was after been rejected in an audition, every time he saw your face, he couldn’t help, but forget everything bad happening around him. For more than a week he is planning to tell you, for more than a week he’s failing for the same, making him more lovesick. He was afraid that you like his mate, Tom. The person who was a lot more successful than him, the man who has much more fans than him, the man getting signed for more than eight movies in a major role in 2019. And he was still a struggling actor, just getting part in short films or some minor roles in movies. And after what happened in the last game of the pool party at Zendaya’s house, things only got worse for him, no matter he never talked about it yet. He couldn’t develop guts to ask you, he was afraid that you’ll reject him, for his best mate. He was afraid that it will even ruin his friendship with you.

He pulled the brakes, as he reached the destination. The guards opened the door for you both, as you stepped out. He slowly gave you his hand to hold, you accepting his hand made him a little relieved, but still, he was worried. Worried that you will see him and Tom both in the movie. Tom in a lead role and him in just a cameo. His thoughts were disturbed by the paparazzi clicking pictures of you and him together, your smile as you pose with him, making him a bit relieved again. Being part of a movie premiere was something new for you. You were so nervous before, but because of Harrison’s presence, all your nervousness vanished away. You saw Tom Holland and Daisy Ridley busy in questions. You met Tom’s family over there. His mom and brother Harry were there to attend the premiere too. All of you proceeded to watch the movie.

Harrison was sitting beside you, reading your expressions as you watched the movie. He tried to understand, how were you perceiving Tom and was waiting to see your reaction on his cameo too. You felt his gaze on you, making you turn towards him, smiling.

“The movie is really amazing!” you whispered to him. “Yeah, it is” he replied shifting his gaze again towards the screen.

“A… and how’s Tom doing?” he questioned, not looking at you.

“He’s doing great as always,” you replied smiling. He started softly tapping his feet, looking down, realizing that his cameo is just going to arrive. He regretted bringing you with him, he felt embarrassed, thinking what if you compared him with Tom. He was lost in his thoughts, extremely worried when you tapped his shoulder, making him lift his head to look at you with a 'huh?’ expression.

“Look it’s you!” you squealed, pointing your finger at the screen with the biggest ear to ear smile. He instantly looked at the screen, seeing himself and then back to you. Your eyes were concentrated on the screen, as you slowly clasped your hand in excitement. Your eyes were shining, mouth open in admiration.

“You did amazinggggg…” you whispered-yelled turning towards Harrison.

“You liked it?!” he questioned in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me? I freaking loveddd it!!!” you gave him a side-hug, making his heart feel warmer, a big smile instantly plastering on his face.

“Thx” he replied, as he kissed your hairs softly. The movie was overall great. You all proceeded for the dinner. You, Harrison, Tom, his mom Nikki and his brother Harry settled across a table eating and chattering everything about the movie.

“You look really gorgeous Y/n, like if you could even get a lead role in a big movie!” Nikki appreciated your look.

“Thx” you replied, a bit shy.

“Yeah, mom’s right. You’re literally looking amazing Y/n.” Tom joined his mom to compliment you, making you more embarrassed.

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling. Harrison again felt that tightening in his chest, seeing you blushing at Tom’s compliment. It was obvious that he was over-thinking, it’s normal to get embarrassed, but he was afraid that he was a part of a love triangle. He was afraid that you liked Tom when he himself loved you. He wasn’t sure how his best friend perceives you, but he was still afraid of the thing that didn’t exist.

“Excuse me.” you excused yourself, as you felt your phone ringing. It was just a call from one of your fellow doctors. You stood up, walking out to take the call, ensuring you don’t disturb the dinner.

“So, how are you guys doing?” Tom questioned his best mate.

“Who? What doing?” Harrison replied, with a slightly tugged chin, in an oblivious state.

“Oh come on Haz, don’t act. I can see you and Y/n.” Tom raised his eyebrows, with a smug look.

“What?! Haz and Y/n are together.” Nikki almost yelled, making a tint of red cover Harrison’s face, thinking of the word ’together’.

“Nah, mom! I’m sure, he hasn’t even made a move. He’s a pussy.” Tom said, amuse filling his voice. “Don’t fucking swear in front of mom Tom!” Harry finally joined the conversation. “Like ’fucking’ isn’t a swear word,” Tom argued back. “Ugh!! You both don’t start now.” Nikki groaned throwing her hands on the table. “K” both of them stopped arguing.

“So when are you asking her Haz? ” Nikki questioned, as Harrison got flustered again.

“I-I don’t know,” he replied, he was relieved that Tom didn’t have that kind of interest in you, but he can’t say the same for you.

“As I said he’s a pussy” Tom laughed, pausing after half a minute, realizing that he was the only one laughing at his own joke.

“Come on Haz, tell her. Do you even like her?” Harry asked of curiousness. “Like her? Are you kidding me? I freaking love her!!!” Harrison replied with a little-cracked voice. “Then just go and tell her! ” Nikki pointed.

“I-I don’t know if she feels the same or not, you know I don’t wanna ruin our friendship,” he replied, pressing his lips. “How can you say, till you give it a try and as speaking of friendship, I don’t think she can ever be mad at you.” she comforted. “Thx” Harrison replied, still not completely relieved.

“You know I love her, more than anyone else. It’s so tough to confront someone. You are always afraid that you’ll lose them. I don’t wanna commit any mistake.” Haz said looking down, with his fingers continuously fidgeting, as Harry patted his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

None of them were aware that you were eavesdropping, and it was even more dangerous than you thought as you only overheard the last half of the conversation, totally oblivious to the fact that the girl Harrison was describing was you. You shouldn’t have overheard them, but you couldn’t stop yourself, as the word ’love’ slipped out of Harrison’s tongue making you feel vulnerable.

Now you were the one in pain, the one worried of the thing that didn’t exist for you, the love triangle, between you, Harrison and that mystery girl he was in love with. Your heart walls felt like clenching, making your breathing laboured. You were in love with this blonde-haired, blue-eyed man you bumped into in LA, weeks before. Imagining him with someone else, was too much for you to handle, after all, no-one ever made you feel like home, barring him.

Weren’t you a loner before you bumped into him? Wasn’t he the one who drove you out of all your physical insecurities? But these things no longer concerned you, cause you were already broken. You can’t bear to even know who’s he talking about.

You decided to leave.

Leave him!

You turned on your heels violently, rushing out of the dining hall. The loud click-clack sound of your heels grabbed Harrison’s attention, only to see you rushing out of the dining hall.

(TBC) (IT’S A MINI SERIES, SO THERE ARE A LITTLE MORE THAN USUAL TIME SKIPS. I HOPE IT ISN’T THAT ANNOYING, THX FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT, LOVE YOU) (PART 4 COMING TOMORROW)

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[treya-barton]

a souyo “i know i shouldn’t be here.” from the soft angst starters ? :D (this was such a hard one omg)

“I like you.”  The momentthe words slipped out of Yu’s mouth, it was like the world suddenly slowed down.  He registered the look of shock that spreadacross Yosuke’s face as he glanced over at him, his character on screen gettinghit by an attack from a monster which caused him to scramble and pause the gamebefore resting the controller on the floor in front of him.  Yu was over at the Hanamura’s while visitingInaba for summer break, and after wavering back and forth over whether or nothe should confess to Yosuke, he finally resolved to do it.  And already, as Yosuke stared at him for whatfelt like ages without saying anything, Yu was starting to regret it.  ‘I thought getting it off my chest wassupposed to make me feel better,’ he thought as he nervously waited for Yosuketo respond.

Yosuke looked away, before joking, “Well, I would hope so,partner, or else I’d have to wonder about calling you my best friend this wholetime.”

“Not like that,” Yu quickly clarified, and he noted thesudden set of Yosuke’s shoulders at his words. He knew that Yosuke had understood what he meant by his reaction, butalso knew that deflecting through humor was his natural defense mechanism.  If Yu was going to do this, though, he had tomake sure Yosuke understood.  To hiscredit, Yosuke didn’t move away, and instead stared down at the ground with hisarms crossed as he considered Yu’s words.

After several slow, agonizing minutes, he slowly responded, “Yu…Idon’t know what to say.”  Yu’s heartclenched, because he was used to Yosuke always having something to say, even ifit was just blurting something out, and he didn’t know how to take that.  Yosuke lifted his head to look at him, bitingthe corner of his lip as his mind was obviously racing with this newinformation, and Yu took a steady breath.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said honestly.  “I just…wanted to let you know.  We can still be friends – I don’t expect youto feel the same way.”  He tried to keephis gaze as steady as always, although internally he could find himself wavering.  Yosuke mulled over his words before slowlynodding.

“Of course you’re still my best friend,” he said.  “I’m still going to take time to…youknow.  Consider.” For some reason, thatthought seemed to cause Yu more anxiety than if Yosuke had just brushed it offand left it off at them being friends. He bravely stuck around for a bit longer though, trying to get things toat least feel normal before he returned home, even if the whole time he feltsick to his stomach.  He couldn’t believethat he had actually confessed and that his feelings were out there now, and hecertainly didn’t know where this left him and Yosuke even if the brunet seemedok with his feelings at least and still wanted to be friends.

Once Yu got back to his room at his uncle’s place, hestarted pacing around, wishing there was something he could do in order to calmhimself down.  He briefly considered origamior working on one of his model kits, but he had a feeling he was too worked upfor something so monotonous or detail oriented. He never got this restless and didn’t know how to deal with it.  Eventually, he made his way to the couch,laying down on it and forcing himself to stay still as he stared up at theceiling, hands folded on his stomach.  

Both his heart and his mind were racing, and he couldn’thelp but feel slight regret at telling Yosuke how he felt.  Normally by now Yosuke would have sent him amessage asking if he had gotten home alright or just generally chatting beforebed, but Yu’s phone hadn’t buzzed even once to let him know he had a message orany other kind of notification.  Yumentally decided he would hold off on contacting Yosuke until he was ready totalk, figuring if he wanted time to consider he would give him that time.  It helped that he didn’t know how to faceYosuke either and figured his heart wouldn’t be ready to act the part of justfriends right away anyway.

Yu managed to make it through a few days of complete silencefrom the other young man, busying himself with visiting other friends who werehappy to have him in town and excited to see him, along with taking care of hiscousin and spending time with her and his uncle in the evenings.  Even with all of that distraction, however,his mind would often drift back to thoughts of Yosuke, and he would findhimself wondering how the brunet was doing, what he was feeling, and whether ornot he really wanted to stay friends after all. The complete silence was getting to him. Finally, by the fourth day of silence, Yu couldn’t take it anymore andhe made his way back to the Hanamura household, buzzing the door and being letinside by an excited Teddie who demanded to know why he hadn’t been over in afew days.  When Yu was in town, he wasused to his sensei visiting at least every other day, with Yosuke either going tosee him or both of them meeting in town on the other days.  It certainly felt odd being in Inaba and notseeing Yosuke at least for a little bit at some point during the day.

“Is Yosuke home?” Yu asked, trying his best to appear stoicand unaffected while inside he felt somehow even more nervous than when he hadconfessed.

“He’s been locked up in his room and won’t let me in,”Teddie replied, giving Yu his most dramatic pouting face.  “I’ve been beary worried about him!”

Yu felt his heart sink at his words, and found his gazetraveling up the stairs in the direction of Yosuke’s room.  “I’m sure he’ll talk to sensei though,”Teddie added confidently, giving him a little push toward the stairs.

“Hopefully so, Teddie,” Yu replied.  “I’ll go check on him.”  

He hesitantly made his way upstairs, stopping at Yosuke’sdoor and gathering himself together before rapping his knuckles on thedoor.  He knew that his knock would bevery familiar to Yosuke, and he could tell by the sudden thud on the other sideof the door and light curse from his partner that he had definitely heardhim.  Yu felt his heart skip a beat atthe sound, suddenly realizing how much he had missed his best friend, and hedid not have time to brace himself for the moment Yosuke flung his dooropen.  He looked a bit tired, butdefinitely better than Yu was expecting after hearing he had holed himself upin his room for the past few days, and based on the nervous smile he shot himhe at least seemed happy to see Yu, even if he looked about as torn up over thesituation as he was.  Yu felt the wordstumble out of his mouth before he could even think, suddenly knowing what itmust feel like for Yosuke whenever he did the same.  “I know I shouldn’t be here,” he said, andYosuke’s brows furrowed together in confusion. “I wanted to give you time to consider but…” Yu let out a deepbreath.  “I wanted to see you.”

He stared at Yosuke, uncharacteristically vulnerable, andfelt relief when Yosuke stepped aside and ushered him in before closing thedoor behind him.  They ended up sittingon the floor where Yu had confessed the other day, Yu kneeling with his handson his knees like he was visiting his grandparents or another relative insteadof his best friend.  Yosuke, meanwhile,was sitting cross-legged with his hands draped in his lap.  “I never want you to feel like you shouldn’tbe here,” Yosuke started, glancing over at Yu. “Also, I’m sorry I didn’t message you. I guess…I was the same.  I wantedto have an answer first.  I know if youmessaged me after I confessed and was waiting for an answer, it would havedriven me crazy.”

“I missed you though,” Yu replied, and Yosuke sighed.

“Yeah, I missed you too. I guess it’s also kind of jerky to not say anything either, isn’t it.”  He looked down, picking at the bottom of hissignature red pants with one hand as he gathered himself together.  Yu gave him time, able to tell that Yosukewas working up the courage to say something.

“I thought a lot about my feelings.  For you. And what I could say,” Yosuke started. “I was kind of in a spiral after you left.”  Yu flinched, and Yosuke quickly turned,placing a hand on his arm.  “It’s notyour fault though.  I honestly,” Yosukestarted, then stopped.  He took anotherdeep breath before continuing.  “Thesewere things I had been thinking about even before you confessed.  You just kind of forced me to confront them.”  Yu stilled, staring at Yosuke, suddenlyunsure as to what he would say next.  Hehad come in pretty certain that Yosuke would apologize and ask to just befriends, so he was suddenly in unknown territory.

Yosuke was staring at him intently, as if he was wishing Yucould just hear what he wanted to say if he thought hard enough without havingto actually say it.  Yu stared back athim, suddenly feeling hopeful but trying his best not to get his hopes up toomuch.  “And?” Yu gently prodded, staringin amazement as a light blush suddenly colored Yosuke’s cheeks.

“And I like you too, partner,” Yosuke said, face turning aneven brighter red as Yu beamed at him in admiration, catching Yosuke’s hand ashe tried to cover his face in embarrassment and showing him how happy he was.

“Really?” he asked, and Yosuke nodded, tugging his hand awayso he could then link their fingers together to hold Yu’s hand instead.

“Yeah,” he said, throat suddenly dry.  “I probably have for awhile, to be honest.”

“Yosuke,” Yu breathed, before reaching over to pinch Yosuke’scheek, causing the brunet to glare at him.

“I told you, dude, that’s not how that works,” he said,before reaching forward and pinching Yu’s cheek instead.  The silver haired man laughed, suddenlyfeeling giddy at Yosuke’s reply, while the brunet gave him a bemused look.  Yosuke then spread his free arm out inencouragement, and Yu leaned in so Yosuke could wrap his arm around him.  “It’s probably going to be a slow process,and I’m going to be really shy at first,” Yosuke said, voice stammering slightlyas he spoke.  “But, if you can be patientwith me…”

“Always,” Yu replied firmly, burying his head against Yosuke’ssoft band t-shirt he liked to wear all the time.  Yosuke was clutching Yu’s polo at his back ashe clung to him in relief.  “We can go asslow as you need.  I’m just so happy.”  

“Jeeze,” Yosuke replied, although Yu could tell it was in afond way.  He reached up with his freehand to tug at the back of Yosuke’s hair, suddenly wishing it was as long as ithad been last year so he could really bury his fingers in his locks like he usedto fantasize over, even if the cut was very attractive on Yosuke.  Although if Yu was honest, Yosuke couldprobably pull off any hairstyle with his handsome face.  “I guess I should go let Ted see my face sohe can stop moping,” he sighed, and Yu chuckled into his shoulder.

“He was beary worried about you,” he replied, and Yosukewhined into his ear.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he replied, causing Yu to laughagain.  Yosuke reluctantly let Yu go, andthe silver haired man pulled away, before looking at Yosuke with a softexpression he had only seen once or twice from him.  Yosuke suddenly realized he wanted to get tosee it more often, and reveled in the small treat he was getting now.

“But Yosuke,” Yu deadpanned, adopting Teddie’s high pitch asYosuke winced.  It totally ruined themood.

“I said no, Yu,” he replied, ignoring the amused grin thathad spread across his partner’s face.  “He’sprobably going to be all over us though so don’t expect any alone time thisafternoon.”  Yosuke sounded weary, but Yucould tell by the set of his shoulders that he felt bad about worrying theblond.

“That’s fine by me,” Yu replied.  “As long as we’re together.”  Yosuke flushed at that, shooting Yu a shysmile before leading him downstairs, immediately getting accosted by Teddie whonearly tackled him in a hug and demanded they go out for topsicles to pay himback for all the distress Yosuke had caused him.  Yu watched them bicker in amusement, and hecouldn’t help but feel peace wash over him as they headed out the door, Yosuke’sarm slung around his shoulder as usual as they made their way to the shoppingdistrict.  Only this time Yosuke pressedagainst him closer than usual, and Yu found his own arm subtly making its wayaround Yosuke’s waist as well.  Teddiedidn’t seem to notice as he happily chattered about what flavor topsicle hewould get today, although Yu honestly didn’t mind if he did.  And since Yosuke didn’t immediately pull awayor seem bother by the touch, it looked like he didn’t either.  Yu was suddenly glad he had confessed afterall, finding all of the anxiety worth it if this was the final outcome.

#souyo #hanamura yosuke #narukami yu #angst with a happy ending

[twinflowcreates]

Ahh thank you again for the part2 of the cafe au for IkuRui! I enjoyed it so much btw! I literally bookmarked all of your fanfics to read again and again😂🙏🏻)) also if you don’t mind, can I request another IkuRui? Maybe of them celebrating for Ikkun’s birthday~

Thank you for the request! Omg I’m so happy to hear that! I can’t believe you like them that much, thank you! Of course you can, I’m so sorry for the wait ^^; I hope you enjoy this regardless! better late than never ^^;

(Also on Ao3 for you)

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It was a gentle touch to his cheek that first stirred Iku out of his slumber, his eyes remained closed and breathing levelled. The softness brushed across his cheek, Iku almost leaned into it like a cat finally getting it’s attention. It was warm. The poke that followed after that roused Iku from his slumber more, his body slowly waking up though his eyes still remained shut. Three more pokes. Iku opened his eyes reluctantly, blinking once then twice. He let out a tired sound, as he stirred. “Happy Birthday Ikkun” came a soft voice, quiet as if they respected the fact he only just woke up. Iku recognised the voice immediately, his brain not registering the words but his arms wrapping around the man. “Rui” he murmured, tugging him down lightly into a hug. He used one hand to rub his tired eyes, slowly letting his brain catch up. “Thank you” He smiled. It’s my birthday, Iku thought to himself. It’s my birthday and….Rui’s awake? Both confused and surprised, Iku peered over at the time disbelief painting his face. “Rui, you’re awake so early? How?!” The shorter man quietly giggled, sitting up once more. “I wanted to be the first person Ikkun saw on his birthday” Rui admitted, Iku swore his heart warmed. “Rui” he whispered, a wide smile on his face. “ It’s a pleasant surprise, though you’ll be quite tired…” Rui waved him off with a small smile as he stood beside his bed, “It’s worth it for Ikkun” Iku decided, Rui was much too good for him. ~~~ “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” Iku partially froze in shock, his brain taking a few moments to catch up and process what had happened. He blinked then blinked again, a breath of a chuckle escaping him. He should have expected it, or so he would like to believe. Yet it was hard to at this time in the morning; when usually his friends would be asleep or just waking up. Perhaps that’s why it shocked him; not only was Rui awake, Shun and You were also awake. Not a familiar sight, unless it was for a job. He smiled, widely.

“Thank you so much everyone” He said, accepting the hugs and hair ruffles he received from his friends.

“Our Ikkun is growing up” said Yoru, somewhat dramatically, his arm thrown over Iku’s shoulder causing his body to drop down slightly. He laughed.

“You’ve said that every year, You. It’ll lose it’s meaning” Iku replied, standing up straight once You had given his hair one last ruffle in a headlock.

The others laughed too, this was nothing unusual for the members of Procellarum. Iku did, however, ponder the fact that ideas may have run dry for celebrating birthdays by now. He and Shun are at the end of the year, by now any surprise plans or gifts must have been done – right?

Iku didn’t mind though, just spending it with people he sees as a second family is enough for him. The fact they woke up before him just to wish him a happy birthday makes it even better, Rui too. He didn’t care much for gifts or special treatment, he loved things just the way they were.

“Alright, we have that group interview that we need to get to now then our scheduled separate or joined jobs after. Everyone ready to go?” Kai announced, eyes scanning the group for confirmation.

With nods of the head and sounds of approval, the group gathered their things and headed towards the door. All the while, Rui kept a soft grip on Iku’s hand, the taller man unable to help the smile on his face as they walked.

This was just fine.

~~~

‘It’s been so long since I’ve been on a run’ Iku thought himself, raising his bottle to his lips to take a few quick sips. He panted slightly, continuing his small walk back to the dorms slowly in an attempt to cool his body down and rest.

He was the first to finish the jobs they had scheduled today, staff and people around him all wishing him a Happy Birthday. He found it gets a little monotonous after hearing it all day, it was slowly getting harder to smile, laugh and thank people.

To have time to himself was nice, although part of him longed for the company of a certain petite idol. Rui would never come on a run with him, Iku knew this, and yet still he wondered what it would be like to have the man with him. Even just to cheer him on or time him.

He glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t have any notifications, or at least that wasn’t the reason why he was smiling. It was the photo he had set as his lock screen, it came as a surprise to him when he woke up.

Rui had snapped a picture of them both along with Yamato, the cat laying above his head whilst Rui had his fingers in a peace sign. Of course, Iku was asleep at this time, Rui had added a message of happy birthday to the image. Iku doesn’t know what time he had taken it or when he got into his phone to set it as his lock screen, but he did know that he was falling for the man all over again.

Perhaps the reason why he never wanted any gifts, was because Rui was the greatest gift he could ever ask for.

He nodded.

~~~

Iku wasn’t expecting anything when he returned to the dorms, in all truthfulness he thought that the others might still be working. So when he walked through the doors to find the room neatly decorated and food circling a cake in the middle of the table, he was genuinely shocked. He took a moment to take it all in, the birthday banners, the food. It wasn’t long before his eyes fell upon the person he had longed to see all day, standing in the middle of the room a small smile present on his face.

Iku was speechless.

“Rui” he uttered softly, finally willing his mouth to speak. He stepped forward, “Did you do all this?”

A giggle made his heart do flips, a shake of the head almost left him feeling disappointed until 4 others appeared from their hiding space - soft and wide smiles on their faces as they joined Rui in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t think we wouldn’t do anything for your birthday, did you~?” asked Shun, his voice playful but suiting to the atmosphere.

Iku laughed breathily, he felt warm – happy. “Of course, not”

“We’ll leave you two alone for a bit” said Kai, gently ushering the three out of the room before sending the pair a smile.

~~

Rui didn’t say anything as he placed a wrapped present in Iku’s hands, a somewhat shy and nervous expression on his face. Part of Iku was relieved he didn’t have to hear the words Happy Birthday any more than he should.

He didn’t waste any time in unwrapping the gift, brown eyes inspecting the case in his hands. A CD. Addressed to…him?

“I made a song for you…I hoped it would tell you everything I feel and have felt in the months I’ve been with you” Rui explained, his voice quiet and cheeks ever so slightly red. If Iku thought he was falling in love with him again before, he must at the highest peak of love.

“I’ll listen to it now!” He said, lifting his eyes off of the CD to look at his boyfriend. “Thank you”

Rui peered away, his blush darkening, his hand shot out to stop the man before he could walk over and insert it into a CD player. Iku glanced over confused, “Rui?”

“Just in case you don’t like it…Ikkun I” Rui wrapped his arms around himself, and then he spoke. Ever so quietly, Iku almost missed it completely. “I love you”

Iku doesn’t really know what came over him at that point; why he teared up.

He threw his arms around the shorter male, holding him close as he replayed the words in his head.

It wasn’t said between them before, they knew how the other felt and showed their love in their actions and other words. To hear it said directly held so much more meaning.

“I-Ikkun?”

“I love you too” said Iku, cutting off Rui’s surprise and concern. “I love you too”

There was no doubt about it. The reason why Iku didn’t want any presents, is because he already had his spot in Rui’s heart.

Rui truly was the greatest gift.

#kannaduki iku #minaduki rui

[singulari-taee]

The Danger in Duality | 05

COLLEGE! AU  |  ASSASSIN! AU  |  ANGST  | SMUT  | COMEDY |  8.5k

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“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”

    The sunlight was painful when your eyes finally adjusted. You groaned, stretching out onto the empty spot next to you. There was a moment of confusion in your morning haze as your brain caught up to the night before.

    Oh, right. He had been there last night. In a last ditch effort to calm your nerves, you let him sleep up there with you. Yoongi, your smart-mouthed squad member, of all people.

    Everything looked as if usually did--nothing out of place, the blanket from the floor neatly folded on your dresser. It made you wonder if he was ever there in the first place. Your hand went to your waist, left with the ghost traces of his touch. The whole thing was so strange, you thought. In all your years of knowing him, you never took him for a cuddler. But for some reason, you weren’t completely put off by it. And that’s what worried you the most.

     Whipping your covers off, you began your daily routine as you got ready for classes. You went to wash the dishes that you had left on the table the night before. Though to your surprise, they were already clean in the dish rack.

    Your eyebrows knitted together. Luna must have washed them when she got in, you figured. Shit, you couldn’t keep up with the piling debt of favors you owed her anymore. You sighed, turning on your heels as you left the apartment.

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      Classes passed slowly. It was the usual--everyone played on their phones, took naps mid-lecture, and asked dumb questions that could have been answered if they had just done the fucking reading.This only added to the painful Thursday lull.

     You trekked across campus towards the boys’ apartment, a kind of solace when the day came to an end. You began to run down your mental to-do list. Begin research for your history project, send a couple emails, sharpen your knives, do your calculus homework, update your kill log, and maybe even go to the gym since you hadn’t had a mission in 2 weeks. You’d try to get some of the boys to come if you could--Jungkook would go for sure, that kid practically lived in the gym.

     Crossing the street, a familiar frame walked toward you. The petite girl waved almost frantically with a wide smile.

   “Hey!” you expected her to walk past, but she parked in front of you on the sidewalk, “How’s it going?”

     You shifted feet awkwardly, looking past her at the apartment building that was just so close. “Okay I guess. Just glad to be done with classes...you?”

      “Not so good,” Luna sighed, “I went to the library to print something for a class but all the machines were broken. I have to turn in my assignment in an hour or I’m screwed.”

     “Damn, that sucks.”

   She turned over her shoulder, “Oh, don’t your friends live there?” she asked, pointing to the building behind her.

    “Yeah, I was just headed over there now actually.”

     “Do you think they have a printer I could use? It would only be like 2 seconds!”

   In the back of your mind, you saw the loud machine that sat unused in the corner of their living room, collecting dust over the months.

    “If they don’t it’s okay I guess, but I just really need one. This assignment is worth like 10% of my grade and if I don’t get it in then my average is dead and I already know I won’t be able to bring it up if the midterm is anything like the last exam and….”

     You watched her ramble on, stressing. As you came to your conclusion, you already knew the boys would kill you for it later.

    “Yeah I think they do,” you said slowly, “Come on, I’ll bring you.”

   She launched into a string of ‘thank yous’, and you immediately pulled your phone from your pocket and typed in the groupchat.

----------------------- You: HIDE EVERYTHING!!

Namjoon: ???

Hoseok: What?

You: IM COMING OVER IN 2 MINS WITH LUNA HIDE EVERYTHING

Seokjin: WHY

Taehyung: omg

Jimin: wtf???

Seokjin: _____ we have 3 assault rifles, a machete, and a dozen poison darts on the kitchen table WHAT are we supposed to do with them??

You: IDK HURRY AND FIGURE IT OUT ALMOST THERE SORRY

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       Luna had been speaking the entire time you typed. You caught some words, responding with grunts in between as you climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor. You nodded and gave what little reactions you could to draw out the walk in feigned interest, but the distance to the door only shortened. Your feet dragged along the floor, still covered in wet footprints from the rain of the night before. In no time you were in front of the wooden barrier, and you begrudgingly brought up your fist to give 3 slow knocks.

      When the door opened, Namjoon stood in the doorway. A tight smile was spread across his face as glanced over you and Luna. You knew he was trying to hide his heavy breathing.

      You looked past him into the living room, where the others were casually splayed across the sofas.

     Too casually. The place was never this quiet. Or clean.

     “Hi,” he said as he opened the door to let you both walk in, “I’m Namjoon.”

     “Hey, nice to meet you, I’m Luna.” she said as she reached out to shake his hand. She waved at the boys, “I’ve only heard about you but I’m glad to finally meet you guys!”

    “Same to you,” Hoseok said, sparing a glance up from his laptop to smile.

     “Luna was wondering if she could use your printer for an assignment,” you said.

    “It’ll be really fast then I’ll be out of your hair,” she said.

     “Yeah sure, it’s over here,” Namjoon said and walked her over.

     You made your way over to a free spot on the sofa, the entire way feeling eyes digging into your face. When you finally gave in to look at them, you turned to see several stares, mixed with all of the confusion and annoyance you were expecting.

  ‘What.The. Fuck?!’ Jimin mouthed.

   You shrugged, “Sorry!”

     Seokjin was making a scene with his body, arms flailing as he wordlessly screamed at you.

     “You’re lifesavers, you have no idea,” Luna said as she turned around.

     Seokjin froze, arms awkwardly placed above his head. He beamed, his smile as bright as it was fake, “I’m glad we could help.”

      The printer loudly spit out the papers, and Luna placed them in her backpack, “I really hate to do this, but can I use your bathroom before I go?”

     There was a pause around the room.

     “Uh yeah sure, you can use Seokjin’s. It’s back here,” Namjoon said, leading her down the hall. His was definitely the best option. His room was always the cleanest, and free of weapons.

      Namjoon walked back into the living room, and everyone listened intently for the sound of the bathroom door closing. You could already feel the energy building, and you knew all of that pent up pressure would explode soon enough. When the light sound of the door came, everyone turned to you and erupted in heated whispers.

     “_____, seriously?!” Hoseok spat.

     “Your roommate?!” Jimin said.

     “We had to stuff everything in the couch and in the pantries!” Jungkook said, “I almost stuck myself with a dart trying to rush!”

     You held your hands up, “HEY! I said I was sorry! I couldn’t just let her fail her assignment.”

    “I mean, you could have,” Jimin said.

     Yoongi snorted. He was sitting on the opposite end of the sofa, shaking his head. He hadn’t said anything since you had walked in, an out of character move to say the least. He’d be the first person you’d expect to dig into you over something like this, clawing into you with some backhanded comment that was bound to make you both go back and forth until someone intervened. But no, he was silent.

      The evening news had began, the anchor’s drawl calling everyone’s attention. Watching local news as a group had always been a good way to keep your eyes out for potential crimes and missions you’d need to take care of later.

      The screen flashed with red letters reading ‘Breaking News’, as a mugshot of a young man appeared in the far corner. He was in terrible shape, face bruised and scratched, eyes tired and bloodshot. He seemed strangely familiar, the face triggering something in your memories that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Then it registered.

      “Wait...Jimin isn’t that your frat brother?” Seokjin asked.

     “Whoa, that is him,” Taehyung said, scooting closer to the edge of the sofa.

     “This man, Lee Haneul, walked into to the city police station this morning and reported himself for drug possession and possession with the intent to distribute. Lee carried many substances with him, including cocaine, several methamphetamines, and rohypnol, a common date rape drug.”  The anchor said.

     They showed a clip of Haneul in handcuffs being escorted to a police car, head down and out of it.

      “Police say that it was a very strange situation,” the reporter said, ”When the suspect was searched further, they were horrified to find that one of the man’s testicles had been severed. He did not state how it had occurred, saying that he could not recall. Investigators believe that it could be an effect of the drugs. The suspect is pleading guilty to all charges, and if prosecuted could face up to 20 years in prison.”

     The room turned to Jimin, who was suddenly interested in his fingernails.

    “You didn’t...” you said.

     “Jimin…” Taehyung began.

    “My God,” Namjoon sighed. 

    “Wow,” Hoseok said.

     He shrugged, “I told you I would handle it.”

     You stared open-mouthed at the boy, “You really cut one of his balls off?”

    “Yeah, why only one?” Jungkook asked.

    You could all hear the the sink run in the bathroom, and soon after the door opening.

   Luna walked into the living room and grabbed her backpack, “Thanks so much for everything, I couldn’t have done it without you--”

    Suddenly a kitchen cabinet flew open. Two pistols tumbled out as they clattered loudly onto the floor. Luna turned to the sound and you jumped up immediately.

      “Luna!” you were next to her in a second, bringing an arm around her shoulders,

     “You know it's no big deal, we’re all happy we could help you out!” you quickly guided her to the front door. You pulled it open and you walked her out.

     “You’re really the best, _____. Anyways, thanks again! It was nice meeting you all!” She called over her shoulder as you watched her walk down the stairs and out of sight.

     You closed the door, back against it as you took a deep breath.

   “She seems nice enough,”  said Hoseok.

   “I don’t know, I still get psycho vibes,” Jimin said.

     “Rich coming from the guy that just cut another man's balls off,” you said.

    “Correction, it was just one ball,” he said, “And he shouldn’t have been such a shitty person. I’m just handing out karma”

    “What are you going to do if he tells that you were the one who did it?” Taehyung asked.

    “After the night we had, believe me, he won’t say a thing.”

     As a member of the squad, none of you were supposed to use your abilities to take justice into your own hands outside of your given assignments. There was only an explicit rule about killing off the clock, and technically Jimin didn’t break that. Though torture was never banned, it was expected that you all would use your own moral compass and self control to make your own decisions. Jimin had gotten Haneul to turn himself in by his own means, effectively getting another dangerous criminal off the street. Technically, by The Academy’s standards, Jimin didn’t do anything wrong.

     “Let’s hope so. The last thing we need right now is for The Academy to get us out of some more shit,” Namjoon said, “After that gun incident they’re not too happy with us right now.”

     Everyone eventually went to find the weapons they had hidden around the apartment. Namjoon went to retrieve the AK-12 he had jammed under the kitchen sink, Jungkook pulled the poison darts from the couch cushions, Yoongi slid out the machete he had camouflaged under the wood of the fireplace. Everyone was working to get things back to normal, save for Hoseok. He was in the corner of the room, focus trained on his computer screen as he scribbled notes into one of his notebooks. You remembered him mentioning something about some big group project for his midterms coming up, and it seemed to be the bane of his existence lately. (“I have one request. When I die, I’d like for everyone in my group to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.” he had said.)

    “I think that’s everything,” Seokjin said to the pile of weapons stacked on the coffee table.

    “No,” Jungkook began, “I put 12 darts in the couch and I can only find 11.”

    “It’s in there somewhere. Just don’t sit on the cushions too hard.”

    “Hey! They’re giving away free cheese fries at that fried chicken place on the corner today,” Taehyung announced as he pointed to an ad on his phone, “The deal is over at 8.”

    The place was a hole in the wall probably as old as the city itself, but the fries were so good you’d do shameful things to get them for free on any other day.

    It was now 7:40.

     “You’re shitting me! Why are we still standing here, let’s go,” you said.

    “The line is probably around the building,” Hoseok said, “I’m swamped with work and I have to meet with my group later. If its too busy then I can’t go.”

   “You need to eat though, right?”

    “They do have good fries…” he said to himself.

    Contemplation crossed Hoseok’s face before he gave in. Seconds later everyone was putting on their jackets and practically running out the door.

     Though the line wasn’t long, the inside of the restaurant was chaotic. Voices and clattering plates were the main soundtrack, the place filled with rambunctious college students and overwhelmed waiters.

    The group rushed to the only empty booth in the place. A frenzied waitress came over a few minutes later. She was quick in taking your orders, seeming to try her best to be hospitable but obviously overwhelmed by the buzzing around her.

     “Is your fried chicken batter made with onion powder?” Namjoon asked the waitress.

       There was a collective eye roll. It was a given that Namjoon would have some question about the food whenever you went out to eat. It would happen every time, without fail. It could be a place that you’ve all been to a dozen times, and he would still come up with something new to satisfy some newfound curiosity. (Are your Arnold Palmers more lemonade or sweet tea? How long do you grill your steaks for them to be considered well done? What’s the third most popular thing on the menu?)

    “Here we go again,” Jungkook muttered.

    “Is he serious?” Seokjin asked you.

     The girl seemed to snap out of her frenzied state. You could practically see her rewinding the question in her head, “Um, I’m not really sure but I can ask the kitchen.”

   “It's fine, we’ll all just have an order chicken and cheese fries for everyone. Thank you!” you said.

    She left the table how most waiters do when you all eat together, fast and confused.

    You turned to him. From his wide eyes and lanky armed shrug he clearly didn’t understand.

    “What? I read an article last night talking about the dangers of onion toxicity and wanted to be sure.”

     “You’re sitting in a restaurant with a C level sanitation rating and you’re worried about onion toxicity?” Yoongi asked.

    “Honestly, you could probably catch tetanus from just the forks in this place,” you said.

    “True, but the food is so good if I saw a hair in my fries I’d just mark it off as extra seasoning and keep eating,” Hoseok said, still writing in the notebook he had brought with him.

     None of you could say he was too wrong. It was just that good.

    “Fine whatever, enjoy your high blood pressure and onion-induced anemia,” Namjoon muttered.

     There was a collective ding! around the table. It was a familiar sound, one that made your heart rate speed up just the slightest out of habit. Your phones only made it when you were all being contacted by one entity in particular.

     You all immediately fished in your pockets with silent urgency. A long red message popped up on your screens.

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MISSION #43: IMMEDIATE ACTION REQUIRED!

Mob Hideout uncovered.  

“The Menaces” :  Mob with drug smuggling focus. Crimes include murder, theft, arson, and drug distribution. Most influential with males ages 17+. Responsible for 15% of civilian murder deaths in last 3 months. The Menaces will be looking for new recruitments tonight within a group of interested young males at the top of the hour.

In-Location Scouts will need to be on site compiling information while acting as patrons of the casino. The “Recruitment” Plants will need to act as an interested candidates for the Mob and momentarily infiltrate. Security Surveillance will need to keep a watch for odd activity and notify those inside immediately.

Roles:

In-Location Scouts: Namjoon, Yoongi, _______, Jimin, Jungkook

“Recruitment” Plants: Hoseok, Taehyung

Security Surveillance: Seokjin

Location: Grand Castle Casino.

Recruitment in abandoned parking garage in south east wing.

Private rooms in south west wing serves as a brothel for high rollers, servers in casino also work there as prostitutes.

Find main target names, photos, and location coordinates below.

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      You all met eyes for a brief moment before scrambling out of the booth and bolting for the door.

   “Everyone meet back at the apartment in 20!” Namjoon said.

    The group turned to run home, but Hoseok’s hands shot up.

   “Wait, wait, wait!” Hoseok said, “I can’t go.”

   “What?!” Namjoon asked.

    “I have this midterm group project remember? I have to meet with my group in half an hour and if I’m not there I know we’ll all fail.”

    “So you’re ditching the mission for a project?!” Jimin said, in disbelief, “Just text them and say something came up!”

   “You’re one of the biggest roles in this mission, we need you!” Taehyung said.

   “It’s due tomorrow and we’re not even close to being done! My grade is already shit, I need this. This mission came out of nowhere what do you want me to do?!” Hoseok said.

   “Come!” Jimin said.

   “Whatever, we’ll figure it out later, lets just go!” Namjoon said.

    You were at your apartment in record time. You slung open your bedroom door, digging through your closet and throwing random clothes on the bed. It was rare that you all got surprise missions like this. But when you did, everyone took it even more seriously than the others. The Academy wasn’t one to send you out unprepared, so if they said a mission needed to be completed immediately, it was urgent.

    That’s why it was irksome that Hoseok bailed. Even though it wasn’t planned, and you knew he had been working on this project for a while, no one had ever just decided to not come on a mission before. It was unheard of, and you couldn’t even imagine what The Academy would say if they ever found out.

     You threw on a black cocktail dress, hiking it up to slide two small combat knives into the hidden bands on your thigh. You had packed on more muscle since last time you wore it so it was more fitting than you remembered it to be, but you didn’t have time to be picky.

   You rushed to the boys’ place, running up at the same time as Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin, who were all panting as they carried their weapon cases. The oldest boys come bolting down the stairs.

    The squad jogged over to the parking lot towards the van. Seokjin usually parked in the same place every day, so it was to your surprise when the spot was empty. From the look on his face, he was just as surprised as you.

   “The van is gone,” he whispered, head whipping as he scanned the lot.

“What do you mean the van is gone?!” Jungkook asked.

     “The van is gone! It was here earlier today, and now it’s not!” he barked, “Somebody stole my van!”

    “You sure you didn’t just forget where you parked?” Taehyung asked.

   “I park in the same place every goddamn day! All my monitors, locators, mics-- everything was in there! How am I supposed to do my job?!” Seokjin grabbed fistfuls of his hair, beside himself.

    “We don’t have the time for this! We’ll find the van later Seokjin, we have a mission right now,” Namjoon snapped, “Okay, the casino is near downtown, right? So, the best option for us would be.... to take the train.”

   “The train,” Jimin said, flatly. It was less of a question and more of a ‘are you serious?’ statement.

   “Any other bright ideas, then? Our main mode of transportation is god knows where right now, I don’t see any other alternatives, Jimin,” he said, “The station is 2 blocks from campus, 5 from here. We can make it if we run.”

    If Namjoon of all people was saying you should run, you knew this was literally the only option you had.

    “Look, he’s right. We don’t have the choice to be picky. Let’s just go,” you huffed.

    You all shared a look, then picked up your feet to run to the station. The looks you all got were nothing compared to the night of the frat party. You passed groups of your peers, turning to look back twice at the group of 7 careening down the sidewalk.

   You all rushed to the ticket office.

   “Is there a train going to downtown now? When does it leave? How long will it take to get there?” Namjoon asked the teller. He was breathing hard, questions barely distinguishable.

    The woman looked him over with a roll of her eyes, unbothered despite his antsiness, “Yes there is a train, it’s scheduled to leave in 2 minutes, and it should be there in 20-”

   Namjoon all but threw a bill at the teller, “7 tickets please!”

    She huffed and slowly pulled some from her drawer, seeming to drag just to annoy you. Namjoon snatched them from her hands and you ran, following him.

    The train was seconds from pulling off from the platform when you jumped on.

   The space was crowded with the evening rush, and you all barely had space to move in the packed car. The civilians looked you all over. You could admit, it was a strange site, a group of twenty-something year olds dressed like they were all going to completely different places. You were lucky that your weapon cases looked like briefcases or else you’d all the in trouble.

    “Fuck are they looking at?” Jungkook muttered, adjusting the mask over his mouth.

   “Jin, if it makes you feel any better--” Taehyung began.

    “It won’t. Don’t talk to me,” Seokjin snapped, arms crossed. He radiated pure rage and annoyance, a dangerous cocktail even for him.   

     A woman in front of you took a step back to make room for more bodies, causing you to back away in the already limited space. Your back collided with another figure, and you turned to see Yoongi. He was squished, flat against the door of the train. You were pressed against him, butt to his crotch with no room for movement. You cleared your throat.

    “Sorry, I can’t move.”

    He grunted.

    Even through the many biting smells in the train, you picked up the familiar smell of his cologne.

    The train made a sharp turn in the tunnel, making you bump even further into your squad member.

   “Shit,” you mutter, almost losing your balance. You stepped onto his shoes on accident. He looked down at the floor to see your bare feet, your heels in your hand.

      You were good at a lot of things, but running in 5-inch heels wasn’t one of them. The last thing you needed was to twist an ankle on the way to a mission, you figured, so you ran the way-- shoe-less. Of course, not your first or desired choice, but you’d touched worse in your life--much worse. The frigid floors beneath your feet made you hyper aware of the filth that surrounded you in the train car.

    Yoongi stuck his legs out, the toes of his shoes wedging under your heel to separate you from the floor.

    “Yoongi, what-- I’m good, I’m not gonna stand on your feet.”

    “Just do it. This is my good deed for the day and I’m offering,” he said, “But if you give me foot fungus, it’s your ass.”

      You sighed, stepping onto his shoes. You grabbed the rail for support as the train continued to move.

     “God, why’re you so heavy?” he complained.

    You put even more pressure on his feet. He stifled a groan.

    The roar of the train fell to silence as it came to a halt. The doors opened, and bodies poured from the car. Your squad members gathered and hurried through the doors of the station into the downtown nightlife. The casino was across the street, a marvel of flashing lights.

      “Okay,” Namjoon said, “A few things didn’t go as planned but it’s fine. We’re fine. We just need to make some changes. Jin will you be okay?”

     “Since I don’t have any of my stuff my job will be hard...really hard...but not impossible. There has to be a security room with cameras in the place that I can work with. I just need to find it.”

     “I’ll go with you to look for it,” Jungkook said.

    “We know Hoseok was supposed to be here but we’ll have to work with what we’ve got for that role. That leaves us with...Tae,” Namjoon said.

     “I can do it,” Taehyung declared.

    “Are you sure? There was supposed to be two recruitment plants for a reason, one of us can take Hoseok’s place--”

    “They chose me for a reason too. I’ve got it. Trust me.”

      Namjoon nodded, “Okay. Everyone have their roles? Weapons? Earpieces? Alright,” he put his hand in the middle, and the others did the same, “Make it clean. Make it quick.”

     There was an echo of the phrase, and then you broke apart. You crossed the street and split into your separate groups. Your group squatted by some nearby bushes, taking the weapons you needed from the cases before sliding the big box deep into the brush.

    After walking the perimeter of the building, you found a side entrance, protected  by a single security guard. You came up behind the man, putting a chloroform napkin over his face. The man sank to the ground, and Jimin and Yoongi carried him into the shadows. Yoongi snagged the keys from his waistband and lead you all inside.

      The inside was filled with drunken chatter and the whir of games. People all over giving up wads of money for a night they were sure to regret later.

     “I don’t like the feeling of this place,” you said. Past the smiling faces and flashiness, there was an underlying unease, “2 o’clock. Two guards on the upper level.”

      The boys spared a glance up, seeing the two men in black suits standing above you all, surveying the floor below.

     “They don’t look like regular security,” Namjoon said, “They’re Mob affiliates for sure.”

    “There's more in that far left corner,” Yoongi nodded.

    “Shit they’re everywhere,” Jimin said. It seemed like every few feet there was another man wearing the same black suit, face a little too serious for the environment.

    “Jungkook, Seokjin, how are you guys looking?” Namjoon asked the earpiece.

     “Still haven't found anything yet, we just got inside,” Jungkook whispered, “Seokjin is terrified though, you should see him over here.”

     “I’m not scared, okay? Being inside is just...different,” Seokjin said.

     “Tae, what about you?” Namjoon asked.

     “I’m on my way to the hideout, I should be there in a few,” he replied in a low voice.

     Jimin put his arm around your shoulder, “You look like a snack, and I’ve got the munchies.”

     You made a face, “That was probably the ugliest thing you’ve ever said to me. And that's saying something.”

    “But I’m not lying! Hey, Yoongi, doesn’t she look like a snack?”

     Yoongi glanced at you, “She looks like leftovers.”

    “And you look like scraps.”

     “But even leftovers still get ate,” Jimin said, “He’s just jealous of what we have, love. Don’t listen to him,” he whispered.

    “I never do,” you said and elbowed Jimin in the stomach.

      You scanned the room and felt like you were being watched. You looked and caught Yoongi’s stare. He was looking you over, eyes glued to your body when he finally made it up to your face. Your eyes met, and he looked away, suddenly engrossed in a conversation with Namjoon.

    Your eyebrows knit together. The hell was that? you wondered

     A server walked by, a sway in her hips as she carried a tray of drinks.

     Jimin let out a low whistle, eyes glued to her retreating figure. He had a lightbulb moment.

    “I’ll go talk to her and get into the brothel...for information.”

   “The Academy said the brothel was for high rollers only, and you haven’t spent a dime here,” Namjoon said.

   He rolled his eyes, “Please. Watch this.”

     He followed after the server, who was now standing at the bar. He placed a hand on her back, leaning against the counter with a bright smile.

        “You’ve gotta give it to him, he’s got a lot of confidence,” Yoongi said as the three of you watched.

      “I mean this is his thing,” you said.

    Jimin said something and smirked, never breaking his gaze as he looked at her under his long lashes. The woman laughed, and even from where you stood you knew she was blushing.

    “Okay, say he does get in. How long do you think it’ll take before she takes him back there?” Namjoon asked.

    “10 minutes,” Yoongi said.

    “Give him a little credit,” you said, “I think 5.”

    As soon as the words left your mouth, she grabbed his hand and lead him away from the bar.

    He looked over his shoulder and winked.

    “He’s good,” you mused. If you had to say anything about Jimin, it was that he was great at his job.

    He walked with the server through a few back doors of the casino. The server typed a code into a padlock, grip still tight on his hand. It opened to a long hallway with many numbered doors, red lights coating the entire space with an alluring energy.

     “While I wish I could have you to myself tonight, I’m off the clock,” she pouted, looking up at him with a lust he was all too familiar with, “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

    They walked down the hall, their footsteps echoing off the walls. They stopped in front of one door labeled  ‘#4’. She tapped on the barrier, and it opened to a young woman in white lingerie. Her hair was messy, falling to her waist and adding emphasis to her curves. She eyed Jimin momentarily, a smile slowly spreading.

   “I see you brought me a good one,” she said.

    “You better thank me later,” the server said before turning to leave, giving Jimin’s hand a final squeeze and blowing a kiss.

   Jimin walked into the room. It was small, nothing else but a bed. The room was also covered in a red light, adding to the lure and temptation.

   She started to fiddle with his buttons, “Lets take some of this off, yeah?”

    “Jimin, a reminder that this is a mission and we can all hear you. Please don’t actually fuck her.” you said.

    “Please,” Seokjin echoed.

   He put his hands over hers, stopping her, “This looks really nice on you.” He said about her lacy ensemble. His hands lightly went from the tops of her arms down to her hips, “It would look good off too, I’m sure.”

    “Why don’t you find out?” she began sliding off her strap and he pulled her closer.

   “Later. I actually had something else in mind,” he said. He caught her eyes, holding them. A moment of confusion crossed her face. He quirked a brow at her, his seductive nature only enhanced by the light in the room. Just like that he saw her resolve waiver.

    “Oh...okay…” she said.

    He sat on the edge of the bed, and she followed.

    “White really suits you,” Jimin remarked, looking her over. She had been ogled by other men all night, but his gaze was different. It was loaded, more intense. She rarely talked much to the others, going straight to business, but he was different. It was refreshing. He was like a flame, dangerous yet so beautiful you couldn’t look away.

    “Thank you,” she replied, pulled into his gaze.

   “This place is really something. I thought it was just a regular casino, I didn’t know they had beautiful women like you here too. Must be my lucky day.”

    He didn’t have trouble reading her. Given her attitude, he knew she couldn’t have been in the business for too long. She had to be new. This would be easy, he thought. He would barely have to touch her.

      She laughed, running a hand through her hair. She was never nervous around clients, but around this man? She felt like she was losing control of herself, “This place is anything but regular.”

    “Really?” he asked, “Tell me more.”

    “Oh...I probably shouldn’t have said that. Nevermind.”

     “No,” he put a hand on her thigh, thumb tracing light circles, “Tell me...I want to know.”

      She made the mistake of looking at him again, and she was trapped in his eyes.

    “I mean, there’s just a lot that goes on behind the scenes that a lot of people don’t know about. But I’m not allowed to talk about it.”

    “Oh?” he brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned in closer, her heart rate steadily increasing. He placed a hand on her head, angling it so her neck was exposed to him. Her breathing grew shallow, and she was hyper aware of the hand still on her thigh. Her eyes closed, reveling in the touch of the gorgeous man. “Not even for me?”

     “I...I…” she breathed.

   “I just have a few questions, baby.” His breath tickled her throat, and his fingers creeped up her leg.

   “I just want to be touched,” she begged, “Please just touch me.”

   “How about this? I ask you a question, and for every one you answer you get to take something off for me? Deal?”

    Her eyes fluttered open, and she nodded, “Okay...what do you want to know?”

  “First...why is there a brothel at a casino?”

    She fidgeted, “We just make money for...them.”

    “The Menaces?” Jimin asked.

   She nodded, “The Casino too...it's a cover. What we make here and what’s made out there just goes back to them.”

    “Good. Take that off,” Jimin said, nodding to her garters. She slid them off her legs.

     “I heard that they’re recruiting boys tonight, do you know anything about that?”

    “Not much, only that those poor boys have it way worse than us. Its harder for them to leave. I’m not around them that much, but from what I’ve seen they beat the living shit out of the new recruits. I guess to see if they’re built for this. They just recruit young guys because they’re easier to use,” she said, words flying from her mouth.

    Yeah, this would be really easy.

    “Bra,” he demanded.

     Her fingers couldn’t undo the clasp fast enough. She took it off and threw it onto the floor, hungry.

    “I know the guys in the suits out there are all Menace guards. Is there anyone else that I should keep an eye on?”

    “Everyone that works here is Mob affiliated. The servers, bartenders, and dealers. Even the cleaning crew. “

   “Good. Panties.” 

    She lifted her hips and slipped them off into the pile by her feet.

     She was completely naked now. Jimin looked her over and smiled, leaning in again. She closed her eyes, breathing uneven as he neared the shell of her ear. He was so close, she just needed him to touch her, she had never wanted anything more.

  She felt something drop into her lap.

    “Thanks, babe.”

   She looked down to see a thick roll of cash, held together by rubber bands.

   By the time she tried to register what happened, he was already out the door.

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    Past the large room of games, the rest of the first floor was oddly quiet. It was a maze of sterile white halls and unmarked doors that made the two squad members uneasy.

    Seokjin walked in front of Jungkook, tiptoeing anxiously.

    Jungkook slapped a hand on his shoulder, and the oldest yelped. Jungkook stifled a laugh.

     “I told you to stop doing that! You’re not funny!” Seokjin said through clenched teeth.

     “I couldn’t help it,” Jungkook whispered, “Having fun inside with the big kids?”

    “Fun’s not the word,” he replied, “I still can’t believe someone had the nerve to take my van. Who steals vans?! I was parked next to a Mercedes!”

   “Maybe they’re gonna sell it for parts or something.”

   “I swear if they-”

    There were footsteps approaching, and the two of them paused to hide behind a nearby wall. Three men walked past, talking into walkie-talkies.

    “We just left the security room, everything looks good,” one said.

    “Great. The recruits are filing in now. We’ll start in 5,” replied a staticky voice.

     When the hall was clear, the two walked on. The men were leaving the direction they were approaching, so the security room had to be close.

     “Here, take this,” Jungkook reached a gun over to Seokjin who eyed the weapon hesitantly, “I’m here to protect you, but you should have something too.”

    The oldest took the weapon gingerly in his hands. Sure he knew how to use it, he had been to basic training just like everyone else. But there was a reason why he was behind a computer all the time while the others handled the hands on work. It just wasn’t his thing.

    They rounded a corner to see five men standing in front of a single door.

    The men looked at them, guns drawn “The hell are you doing back here?!”

    Jungkook turned to Seokjin, “Stay behind me.”

    The youngest pulled a gun from his holster and fired, bullet landing in the middle of one men’s forehead as he slumped to the ground. The men paused in shock before spraying the hall with bullets. Jungkook ducked, shooting a gun out of another man’s hand and then hitting him straight through the heart.

     Seokjin stood open mouthed, frenzied as he tried to keep up with Jungkook who was quickly making it closer to the door. Another man ran up to Seokjin ready to shoot when Jungkook kicked the gun out of his hand and then roundhouse kicked him in the face, knocking him out cold. He shot him too, he couldn’t be too sure.

     A man came out of the room, horrified at the scene before him. He pulled out his gun, and Jungkook disarmed him before he could pull the trigger, grabbing him by the hair and slamming him against his knee with a hard crack. The last two ran up to him, and Jungkook pushed them both against the wall, one piled against the other. He placed the end of his pistol against one of their foreheads, and fired, the single bullet piercing both of their skulls and covering the wall in red.

    Jungkook turned to look at Seokjin, who was standing in the middle of the hallway, dumbfounded

   “See? Piece of cake,” Jungkook stepped over the bodies and opened the door. There was a wall covered with screens, focused on patrons, entrances, game tables and parking lots.

    Seokjin took a seat before the screens, “Alright, we found the security room,” he told the earpiece.

   “Good, do you see Taehyung?” Namjoon asked.

     There was one fuzzy screen that showed a dark parking garage, a group of young men walking in a line as they were brought in by large Mob bosses. He could see their squad member at the end of the line, head down and in character.

    “Got him.”

______________________

    The musty garage was lit with a few flickering lights, the smell shooting to the back of Taehyung’s nose as soon as he walked in. A few muscled men had given him a “pat down” earlier, which just consisted of them hitting him harder than necessary to see how he’d react, but he kept a straight face.

    He followed the line of boys into the space until they were told to stop. They stood before a group of large men, each holding some sort of weapon at their hip. They appraised the boys, each breathing heavy with a tinge of fear in their darting eyes.

     A man stepped forward, tattoos covering every inch of exposed skin. He was one of the leaders, Taehyung noted, along with the others in the room. They were all in the photos The Academy had sent earlier. His targets were all mere feet away.

    “So you wanna be a Menace, huh?” he asked, getting silence, “I SAID DO YOU WANNA BE A MENACE?”

   The boys jumped, muttering answers with eyes down.

    He walked towards a boy, “Why do you wanna be here?”

   “I-I don’t know--” he was interrupted when the man landed a punch in his gut, making him curl up and fall to his knees.

   “Wrong answer.”

    He made his way to the next boy. The man and the others began making fun of him, giving his face a few slaps as they pointed at his clothes in an ugly display of power. They went from boy to boy, pointing out flaws, slapping them around, and reveling in their weakness.

   He finally made it to Taehyung who was looking straight ahead, refusing to make eye-contact.

   “I remember you from the pat down. Not gonna lie kid that was impressive,” he remarked. He shoved Taehyung’s shoulder, but his feet stayed glued to the ground.

    The man looked back at his friends, “Shit, look at him! He might not look like it but he’s sturdy.”

   “Say kid, what are you good at?” another man asked.

    Taehyung shrugged, “Whatever you need me to be good at.”

    He laughed, “He’s got spunk too? I like him.”

     The one with the tattoos nodded, “Okay. I think we can get started with the initiation.”

   A Mob boss tossed a machete over and he plucked it from the air easily.

   “Do you know how to use this?” he asked.

   Taehyung eyed the weapon, unsure of where this was going, “Yeah.”

    “Great. Grab one of them why don’t you?” he said. One of the men yanked a boy from the line into the middle of the parking lot. He was scrawny, clothes hanging from his small frame. His expression was stoic, but Taehyung could tell he was terrified. He couldn’t be any older than 14. Someone handed him a machete as well.

    The man pushed the weapon into Taehyung’s grip, “Prove yourselves. You two will go at it, and the last one standing gets in. Simple enough.”

   Taehyung’s heart dropped, “You want me to kill him?”

   “Exactly.”

    “What? Are you crazy? No.”

    A voice rang through his earpiece.

   “Tae, hold it together. Keep character,” you said.

   “No?” The tattooed man repeated.

    “Tae, just play along for a bit,” Namjoon said.

    “He’s just a kid,” he said through his teeth.

   “You’re not going to do it? Whoaaa look at Mr.Tough Guy getting soft!”

    The man closest to the boy came and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

    “Stop!” Taehyung screamed.

     “Who are you yelling at, boy?” The tattooed man said as he took a step closer to Taehyung’s face. His breath reeked of cigarettes.

    Past him, he could see the other men slap and kick the boy, who was already in a ball on the floor.

    “This is how initiation works, you gotta earn your place here. Just know that if you don’t do it, then somebody will,” he said,  “And don’t think if you refuse you can just walk outta here either, kid. If you don’t do it, then...let’s just say you’re gonna get a little more acquainted with this machete than you thought.”

     Taehyung stared daggers through the man, blood boiling. The screams of the boy echoed around the garage. The other recruits looked away, wishing they could be anywhere else.

     “I’ll give you till the count of three!” the man shouted, “One...Two….Three…”

___________________

    You had settled at the bar.

     “I haven’t seen any of the main targets here yet,” Yoongi said, “Where the hell could they be. Seokjin, you see anything?”

    “Yeah they’re all in the garage with Taehyung and the other recruits,” Seokjin replied.

    You all could hear vague conversation through Taehyung’s earpiece, but were in the dark as to what was happening.

    “Does everything look okay with him?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink.

    “Yeah so far. These mob bosses are huge, though. Like, could probably destroy Jungkook in an arm wrestling match huge.”

    “How dare you?” Jungkook said. You could practically see the glare, “You can’t talk you can’t even bench 150! Even  ______’s roommate could probably snap your arm off.”

    “I never said she couldn’t. Now give me some space! There’s like 5 other chairs in here, why are you breathing down my neck?! Ugh, I can’t wait to get my van back.”

   “Namjoon you’re usually good at reading people. What do you think about Luna?” you asked, turning to your leader.

    He sighed, “Off of first impressions alone? Maybe not crazy...but she is a little odd. I see what you mean now about her being nice.”

    “Right! So nice! Too nice! She offers to do my laundry, makes me breakfast, and now washes my dishes. I forgot to put away the ones I used for dinner last night and I saw them in the dish rack this morning.”    

    “That was me,” Yoongi said.

    “You?” Yoongi wasn’t one to pick up after other people. He would just tell you off about how dirty you were until you decided to do something about it.

    He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, somebody had to clean up after you since you obviously can’t.”   

    Or so you thought.

    “I really should have pushed you out into the storm last night. I’m really regretting it now.”

    “I would have loved to see you try.”

    “You know what, I can’t wait to lay in my bed tonight without your loud ass snores keeping me up.”

    Yoongi’s looked like he had a retort on the tip of his tongue but stopped himself. His expression softened.

    He shifted in his seat, “I don’t snore.”

    “Oh that’s where you were last night. I knew I didn’t hear you come in,” Namjoon said, half-listening, half-surveying the room.

    The bartender had come back with the bill. You reached out to take it, and a large hand trapped yours, going for it at the same time. Yoongi’s eyes went from the tab to you. His hand didn’t move.

    “I’ve...got it,” you said, sliding your hand away and placing a 10 down.

    Yoongi brought his hand back and cleared his throat.

    You did the same. Why was he acting so weird? Why were you acting so weird?

    You zeroed back in on Taehyung, hearing bits of his conversation.

    “You want me to kill him?” he asked, “What? Are you crazy? No.”

    “Shit,” Yoongi said.

    “Tae, hold it together. Keep character,” you said in a low voice as more guards passed you.

    “Tae, just play along for a bit,” Namjoon said.

    “He’s just a kid,” Taehyung said.

    “They’re making him kill a kid?” Yoongi whispered to himself, disgusted.

    “We’ve got all the information we need here, we’ve gotta do something, I don’t know how much longer he can hold up by himself--” Namjoon began.

    Taehyung screamed, “Stop!”

    “This doesn’t look good, you guys. You should head over there now,” Seokjin said.

    “Tae, hold up a little longer! Try to distract them or something! We’ll be there in a bit,” Namjoon said. It came out loud, and a guard that was passing stopped in his tracks. He looked you all over, scrutinizing Namjoon who was seemingly talking to nothing.

    “Excuse me, sir,” the guard walked up to him.

    Namjoon broke out running, bolting away from the bar and leaving you both behind. The guard ran after him. Two more guards that were near eyeballed you and Yoongi as they walked towards you. You were still frozen at the bar.

    “We running?” you whispered.

   “Yup,” Yoongi said.

     You both darted away, hearing the footfalls of the men on your trails. You weaved through the slot machines and opened a side door. It lead to another random hallway. Yoongi pulled open a broom closet, and you both stuffed yourselves inside. You could hear the men run past the door, screaming at the other about which way you both had gone.

     Their footsteps retreated, and you became aware of how little space you truly had in the tight closet. You stood against one wall and Yoongi faced you with his back against the opposite side. His arms were placed at either side of your head to keep his balance in the narrow space, caging you in. The closet was dark, the only illumination coming from the crack under the door, but you could still see a sliver of his face.

      You were both breathing hard, trying to quiet yourselves as you heard more people walk past. His chest rose and fell with every labored pant. He looked down, meeting your stare. There was something there that you had never seen before. An interest. A fascination. Dare you say desire?

     It seemed to happen in slow motion. He ducked down, craning his head closer and closer to yours until your faces were just inches apart. You didn’t understand. All you had to do was put your hand up and push him back, but you didn’t.

     His eyes searched yours for a moment as he closed the distance between your lips.

    A voice suddenly snapped you back.

    “Guys, Tae needs backup! You better get in there now!” Seokjin screamed.

    You separated, and Yoongi jolted back to the opposite end of the closet. You opened the door, avoiding his eyes as you both hurried to the garage.

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[thelionshoarde]

sneak peek; just words - side story

honestly this stupid thing is gonna wind up stupid long this is the break up fic, okay, and it starts off right before the end of ch2 and then carries us into ch3 tho it’s not necessary to read but ANYWAY here are a couple of richard/shiro heavy scenes to apologize for the really stupid long wait??

Of course, it wasn’t that easy. Nothing was, not when it was important and worthwhile, and maybe that was another point against the concept of soulmates. There had to be a reason why the whole world made such a big deal out of it -- couldn’t leave well enough alone; had to make it complicated, and messy -- because that was the real world, real love.

With spring coming in fast basketball practice become longer and even more grueling, and what time Shiro had left was taken up by his advanced classes -- papers and problem sets and readings and oral examinations and extra time in the flight simulators whenever he could squeeze it in -- and the end result was that nothing changed. Richard and Shiro met up here and there throughout the week; an afternoon on Saturdays, sometimes, or a quick hello in the library, strained smiles and stilted conversation and a hesitant holding of hands before it was back to the grind, back to life and its impossible, sweeping current, carrying them along.

But when February hit without pause and all Shiro got for Valentine’s Day was a headache and a B- on his pop quiz in Physics 202, Shiro decided he had to figure out a way to stand firm.

Fight for it, Isaac had said.

Shiro had thought that he was -- that all this time he had fought for it; refusing to give up, to listen to the dark and frightened thoughts that told him he wasn’t good enough to have this; stubbornly holding on to Richard and hope and a possible future that wasn’t preordained. But he hadn’t been. It wasn’t enough just to choose. He had to put in more effort than that.

He had to push. He had to try, even if the possibility of failure was terrifying.

*

| this isn’t doll anymore, Richard | he sent, and then cursed violently and hunched around his phone and added, | cool* i hate autocorrect so much omg |

| you are actually adorable | he got back a moment later, his phone pinging with Richard’s special text alert.

| i’m serious! i didn’t even get to see you on valentine’s day |

He didn’t get a reply to that for four minutes, and after staring between the waiting screen and the slowly changing clock at the top of it, Shiro bit back an unhappy growl. | i’m getting lunch | he finally sent, heart pounding. | and if you don’t want to SERIOUSLY piss me off then you’d better come join me | Then he fumbled the phone, hands shaking; shoved it into his pocket and hurried across the courtyard, heading for the commissary.

He listened for the text alert, but it didn’t come. He went blindly to the shortest lunch line, waiting, but told himself he couldn’t hear the alert over the chatter of the other cadets in the dining hall. He bought his food without registering what he selected, and sat at a table off by the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out onto the courtyard and ate without tasting anything, his phone quiet in his pocket. Shiro was afraid to look.

When he only had an apple left, Shiro forced himself to pull his phone out, thumb it on, and see --

| study group until 1300 hours, starkid. what are you wearing? |

Shiro choked on his bite of apple.

| excuse you |

| babe | sent Richard | i hate study groups you gotta give me something or i’m just gonna expire of boredom and misery | and then, quickly, | i wish i was with you. i’m sorry about vday you know why i couldn’t make it |

| because iverson’s an ass | Shiro agreed, and then he realized that he was relaxed -- the painful tension in his shoulders releasing, his spine curving, his elbows on the table while he bit into his apple and half-smiled at his phone. This felt nice. Even with everything going on they’d at least always been able to do this -- banter back and forth via text like nothing was wrong, for as long as they had the time to spare before their attention was inevitably pulled away.

| soooo what are you wearing |

Shiro grinned, and ducked his head to hide it from any passerby. |  what do you want me to be wearing? |

Then he finished his apple slowly. But there was no response by the time he finished, and he sighed before tucking his phone back into his pocket, gathering up his book bag. Slinging it across his shoulder, Shiro tossed his trash and put away the tray, trying not to be disappointed at the long silence he was receiving but unable to stop himself from moving slowly, taking his time, lingering, like that might make some kind of difference.

Study group, Shiro reminded himself. People surrounding his boyfriend, demanding his attention. Work to be done, lessons to be memorized. There was a time and a place for everything, and sometimes even sexting had to be put on hold, surely, even when it had been nearly two weeks since the last time Shiro had gotten more than a half-distracted make out session and --

A breeze brushed against him; it wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm, and Shiro shivered to feel it. The trees groaned, mostly bare this early in the year, and Shiro looked up at them and the way they cut across the pale blue sky beyond, making constantly shifting shapes, never quite willing to settle.

(-- fight for it --)

Shiro pulled out his phone, checked the time, and sent | my room at 1330 or there will be dire consequences Montgomery |

Forty minutes later his phone finally dinged with the alert that made his heart skip a beat, every time.

| sir, yes, sir! |

*

“Hello, Commander,” Richard grinned, leaning against the wall outside of Shiro’s door. He looked tired; shadows beneath his eyes, skin thin and paler than usual; even his hair seemed limp. But still, he waggled his eyebrows suggestively even as Shiro rolled his eyes and stepped aside, letting him in. “Reporting as ordered. What do you -- whoa!”

Shiro had him up against the door, nearly nose to nose.

He knew what he wanted to say -- what he had to say, maybe. He had practiced in front of the mirror on the back of the door, the very same one that Richard was leaning back against that very moment, shifting so that the frame didn’t dig quite so annoyingly into his shoulder. We need to talk, Shiro would say, because I deserve better than this and I refuse to let you give up on us.

“Don’t leave me,” he blurted out, uselessly.

Richard blinked, eyes wide. And then his whole face softened. Shiro had jerked back a few inches in embarrassment at his outburst, face flaming, so he could see the transformation. It looked kind of painful, or maybe that was just the way Shiro’s heart felt, twisting at the sight of such open tenderness.

“Hey,” Richard murmured, and his fingers slipped over Shiro’s hips. “I -- Shiro, you don’t -- you don’t have to worry about that, you know? I love you.”

Shiro breathed unsteadily, watching him.

“Don’t -- God, Shirogane, your eyes should be illegal. Do you have any idea how weak I am to you? C’mere.”

Hands drew him closer, tugging. Shiro let them, not understanding why he was hesitating except for maybe because of how much he wanted this. Was desperate to fix it, to make it work and succeed, to have what he wanted and be certain of it. Richard tipped his forehead against his; they were of a height, now, and Shiro just breathed for a moment, feeling Richard breathe with him.

“I do love you,” Richard whispered, eyes closing. “I think that -- I think I get scared of that, sometimes. How much I love you and how much it’s going to hurt when you leave me.”

“What --”

Richard shook his head; a minute shake that Shiro felt as a pressure against his forehead. His own hands were tight on Richard’s shoulders, now, and Richard was distracted and tense enough that he was holding Shiro’s hips hard enough to bruise; painful, but grounding. A mark on Shiro’s skin that he would actually welcome, for once.

“I’m allowed my fears,” Richard said. “Don’t -- Don’t worry about it, all right? C’mon, just let me love you, okay?”

“You haven’t been doing a very good job of it, lately.”

“True.”

That was all he said -- no actual apology -- but the thing was that Richard sounded like he regretted it, and -- that’s enough, thought Shiro, heart fluttering. You’re forgiven, you were always forgiven, it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine. A tentative happiness -- an even more tentative feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction -- began to wind through him, dizzying.

“I love you, too. But Valentine’s Day still sucked, even if it wasn’t your fault.” This whole semester has sucked, he thought, privately, and even if Valentine’s Day hadn’t actually been Richard’s fault, a lot of the rest of it had been -- but he was happy to let it go. To release that frustration and move on, past it; to cling tight to this moment, instead. Shiro dared to ask, voice a low tease, “Are you going to make it up to me?”

Richard grinned, and now his fingers were rubbing little circles against Shiro’s hips, edging down toward his butt, the touch light and teasing. “Thoroughly,” he promised. “And repeatedly. You gonna let me eat you out?”

“Hng.”

Shiro blinked rapidly and wanted -- desperately -- to say something more coherent, like Oh, well, if you insist, or even, fuck yes!, but was entirely too turned on to manage. By the time the blood stopped rushing quite so loudly in his ears and he might have been able to articulate his enthusiastic consent, Richard already had the door locked behind him and was tumbling Shiro onto the bed with bright, warm laughter.

*

Spring break that year was in March, which Shiro knew, but hadn’t actually managed to factor into the scheme of things. “Sorry, babe,” Richard said, mouth pressed right up against Shiro’s hairline so that the words came out soft and moist. “We’ll miss you at the lake house.”

“Okay,” said Shiro, narrowing his eyes at the ceiling even though he felt loose-limbed and incredible. “Now you’re just being mean. Watch it, or I’m going to have to come up with a proper punishment.” He wondered if this was what make-up sex felt like -- intense and barely controlled; the deep relief of not only getting off, but feeling closer and more intimate with his significant other than he had in months.

It was a good feeling. He was maybe reveling in it.

That it wasn’t, exactly, make-up sex had more to do with neither Shiro nor Richard actually acknowledging a specific fight.

Fight wasn’t even the right word for what it had been -- months of increased tension, snappishness, frustration building and building without anywhere to go. But Shiro was still pretty happy about the resolution, regardless. Somehow, he had managed not to fuck this up just yet. He thought maybe there was nowhere else to go, now, than back to what they had been -- happy together.

“Oh, no,” Richard grinned, stretching showily against Shiro’s side. “That sounds terrifying. Consider me appropriately threatened. I shall now be on my absolute best behavior, scout’s honor.”

“What do scouts have to do with anything?”

Richard snorted and then flopped onto his back, one leg falling off the side of the bed. Immediately, Shiro felt the loss of his warmth and tried not to tense. Their clothes were only half-removed, rumpled wildly and sticking in places. Regretfully, Shiro began to put himself in order. Pants pulled back up, zipped and buttoned, shirt tugged down to hide his skin. Conditioned reflex, and no matter how he hated it he did it anyway; breathed relief when Richard, as always, let him have his boundaries without pressing, or prying.

He thought briefly of Josie, and felt both sorry and overjoyed that he had a partner who did not push, who respected him and his limits.

“I would have liked to see you in a swimsuit,” Richard said instead of answering, a little wistful.

Well, mostly he didn’t push.

Richard scratched at the dark blonde hair that grew in an unfortunately tempting line down from his navel, leaving that sentence up in the air for Shiro to do with what he liked. Shiro stared helplessly at the flat planes of Richard’s stomach, at his hips and his big, bony hand now languidly drawing meaningless patterns on his honey-pale skin, pressing his tongue to the back of his teeth and trying to remind himself that they had literally just achieved orgasm five minutes ago.

Shiro said, “You could send me pictures of your swimsuit,” because he didn’t want to sour the afterglow with guilt about his lack of nudity. Thankfully, Richard only hummed thoughtfully, and then grabbed the waistband of his opened trousers with both hands and slipped them down his hips, toward his knees.

“I think I might,” Richard grinned, kicking his pants off and then twisting up, straddling Shiro. “Now grab the lube. We have two more hours before Sasha gets back and I really want your fingers in my ass, Shirogane.”

“Mission accepted,” Shiro gasped against Richard’s mouth, heat blooming anew within him.

Apparently, unofficial make-up sex for the kind of not-fight the two of them had been having for the last half a year required multiple rounds. Shiro was absolutely not complaining.

*

Rather than March 1st they celebrated his birthday on February 28th. It was more or less everything Shiro wanted -- not perfect, but perfect enough. Richard had gone to him late, near lights out, and kissed him so sweet and slow that Shiro had felt overwhelmed just from that. From a warm mouth and slick tongue and Richard’s hands greedy at the base of his neck, curled around his jaw. “Happy birthday, starkid,” Richard murmured, sliding cheek to cheek for a moment, nuzzling at the base of his ear and the heat between them was slow and dangerous for being so tender.

“Thanks,” Shiro had gasped, ragged, falling. It was dizzying, and he’d said a little stupidly, “Guess I’m legal, now, huh? We can finally have sex.” but it wasn’t too stupid, apparently, or maybe Richard was just stupid for him, because his boyfriend had just laughed, helpless, and kissed him again.

#honestly i don't know if anyone's still interested in this fic anymore #but i'm still workin on it lol #fic: just words #i'm sorry i'm so slow guys :| #ilu #shiro/oc #vld #voltron #my fic #shance #technically in the grand scheme of things lmao

[snaggle-chamsae]

Vampire! | Woojin

genre: fluff

member: woojin (+ the other members)

requested: yes!

summary: you never thought a pair of eyes that looks so mysterious could bring so much danger until woojin saves you. 

side note: thank you so much to that anon for requesting this :> this is my first time writing a vampire au so... i don’t know if it’s okay and i honestly hope it reaches your expectations! 💓

you waved goodbye to your friend, woojin after he sent you home 

“see you tomorrow!” you smiled and entered your house

it has become a usual routine for woojin or the other guys from your close group of friends to send you home

apparently, they call themselves wanna one

because that is the name they used whenever they game together 

sounds funny but they are actually a popular group in the gaming world 

anyways

they started sending you home ever since you told them you saw someone that doesn’t really resemble like a human 

while you were taking out the trash one night, you felt someone was around you

making the atmosphere so cold all of a sudden

and the leaves were rustling although there was no wind 

that alone creep the hell out of you and you couldn’t help but tell the guys the next day 

although that happened like months ago and you told them thousands of times that you can go home on your own

but they will always insist to see you entering your house

so you gave up telling them 

and yes, you have been asking for the reason why but they always seemed to be avoiding your question 

oh wells

it’s not like it’s a bad thing to have a company while going home

so that is what happens usually

you guys attended school together and going home together

and today is just like another day 

but as you’re heading to school today, you heard a lot of people saying that there’s this transferred student 

a guy student to be exact 

that kind of excites you because this means you get to make a new friend again 

and when you found out that he is transferring to your class, oh boy 

that made your morning already 

while you got lost in your train of thoughts, you didn’t notice where you’re heading and actually got knocked down

before you could register the situation

a hand appeared in front of you and heard a deep voice

“are you okay, my dear?” you have never seen someone with such a blinding smile before 

“yeah I’m alright! sorry for knocking... into you” you slowed your speech as you looked into his eyes

this guy got blue eyes

what da heck man 

you thought your eyes are playing tricks on you but no, you’re 100% sure 

it gives you an electrifying feeling and you couldn’t pinpoint why 

“i guess i’ll see you around!” he ruffled your hair and left 

before you could get his name, he already disappeared 

“Y/N STOP STANDING THERE AND GET TO CLASS” you heard one of your teachers scolded you and you quickly made your way to class

once you got to class, you soon forgot about that guy and remembered that the transferred student is coming

“why do you look so happy?” jihoon asked 

“oh YEAH MAN” woojin added

“don’t tell me it’s because of the new guy!” seongwoo shouted

you chuckled as a reply, is it that obvious?

“okay class, as you all know that there is a transferred student coming today so can you guys give him a warm welcome? please come in” you teacher introduced

as soon as the guy stepped in, the whole class or maybe just the girls got a little crazy

“hi, my name is sejun and please take care of me!” 

HE IS THAT GUY that banged into you just now 

and the one... with blue eyes

before your teacher could say anything, he went towards your direction and you have never expected he would take the seat beside you 

all the girls are busy screaming in jealousy, wanting him to sit with them instead

while for wanna one, their expression doesn’t look too good 

especially woojin

“so we meet again huh” he smirked and that literally made you melt 

oh my god 

and throughout the whole day, sejun is just busy talking to you 

and you had difficulty containing your smile 

until jinyoung called you for lunch 

“I have to go for lunch now, why don’t you join us!” you offered him 

little did you know that was a bad decision because wanna one still doesn’t look too happy

the whole atmosphere is just awkward

they are all busy exchanging glances and they seemed like they wanna eat sejun alive 

woojin slams the hands on the table and poke his food a little harder than usual 

looking at how tense the situation is, sejun took the initiative to leave 

“i guess i’ll see you around, y/n” and even at the last moment, wanna one is still staring at him

“okay guys what is going on?” 

“stay away from him, y/n” jisung told you

“i think you guys are just jealous, it’s just the first day! he’s a nice guy i swear” you laughed but the guys still remained serious 

“he’s dangerous, y/n” woojin said

you know something is gonna happen if woojin say such stuff

you sighed and promise the guys to stay away from sejun

but at the same time, you’re slowly getting so frustrated 

just because he’s a new guy and wanna one is getting so nervous for no reason 

UGHHH

and moreover, this isn’t the first time wanna one isn’t telling you anything

all they could do is to order you around and not tell you anything else besides that 

the more you think about it, the more it gets on your nerves

so you decided to go home without the guys 

“y/n!” you thought it's them again but turns out to be sejun

you know you promise wanna one to stay away from sejun 

BUT SINCE WANNA ONE ISN’T TELLING YOU ANYTHING ABOUT SEJUN

so you are still gonna be with sejun 

just when you’re on the way home, your phone started vibrating non-stop

“woojinnie is calling” 

for the first time ever, you didn’t want to pick up his call

“who’s that?” sejun questioned

“oh nothing, don’t worry about that” 

you guys continued talking until you felt your phone vibrating again

OKAY ENOUGH PARK WOOJIN

“what the heck do you want woojin? stop calling me!” you told woojin off

“where are you?” 

“I’m with sejun and do you have a problem with that” 

“didn’t we tell you that you can’t hang out with him? he’s dangerous!” you could hear woojin screaming on the other side

“not until you guys tell me what’s wrong” you had enough

“please not now, y/n... fine, sejun is a vampire.” from woojin’s voice, you could feel a sense of urgency and that kind of scared you 

“o-okay fine, I’m going home now” with that, you hang up

“sorry for all those phone calls- sejun?” when you looked up, sejun is gone 

and when you turn around, sejun knocked you out with a glass bottle

before you know it, all you could see is a sky full of darkness

“what did y/n say” jisung asked

“she said she’s going home now but I still got a bad feeling about this” woojin sighed

“i think sejun found out that y/n is the special one” guanlin added

“QUICK WOOJIN, find y/n’s gps!” without hesitation, their gut feeling is completely true

sejun kidnapped you to his house

the only reason why he did that is because sejun is indeed a vampire

and he found that your blood is capable of turning into a vampire 

when he knocked into you, he smelled your blood which explains his blue eyes 

and he wants to mark you tonight

when you arrived at his house, he prepared the serum that contains poison to contaminate your blood while you’re unconscious

and as if it’s on cue, you happened to wake up in time

“where am-what are you doing, sejun?” you shake in fear

“relax, it will only hurt a bit” you accidentally hit sejun in the face and took the chance to run away 

that made sejun angry and before you know it, he started changing

his eyes turned red and his strength started becoming stronger

in this small house, it is impossible to run away 

and when he finally caught you, you know it’s gonna be over

he’s gonna inject that poison

before he could do so, someone pulled him away 

it’s woojin 

while looking at the both of them fight, you never realized that woojin also transformed

he has gotten a lot bigger in size 

“don’t you try and dare to turn one of us into your kind. y/n deserves to be our kind” woojin scolded sejun, who looks half dead by now

with that, woojin brought you home 

and throughout the journey home, you’re still shaking in fear

when you saw the rest of wanna one, they got real worried sick 

“you okay, y/n?” woojin wrapped his shoulder around you 

how can you be okay when everything just happened so fast?

“right from the start, when we first saw sejun, we knew he is a vampire that aims to kill which is why we wanted you to stay away from him” woojin explained

“he is probably the guy you saw when you threw out the trash because we heard a vampire is on the loose” 

“how do you guys even know?” you looked at woojin and the rest

“just tell her the truth, woojin” jisung sighed

“because we are all vampires too... and I’m the strongest out of all” you almost collapsed when you heard that

you have been friends with vampires all this while 

“but we are vampires that aim to keep people’s life safe, so don’t worry” jisung gave you a reassuring smile 

“you should go and have some rest, y/n” woojin brought you to your room

now you could finally understand everything

“is that why you insisted bringing me home every day?” 

“is that why you got so worked up when i started hanging with him” 

woojin could only give you a nod and that is all it takes for you to break down

“omg i’m sorry for shouting at you when you’re just trying to protect me, I’m such a horrible friend” 

he opens his arms, welcoming you 

you hug him tightly while thinking about all those times you treated him badly 

he pat your head and your back, while hearing him say it’s okay

he broke the hug and wrap his hands around your waist

“as long as you’re safe now, nothing else matters. as long as you’re back in my arms, y/n” he hugged you once more

and this hug made your feelings swayed

they always say love between a human and a vampire is impossible

but you think likewise, your love for woojin will definitely work out

feel free to leave comments in my ask or drop any random messages :>

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[myxherokacchan]

I fell in love with your blog! If it's not to much trouble may we get a scenario where Katsuki (pro hero) starts dating a girl and when they meet up at her place and he finds out she has his merch? Like pop figure nenroid some graphic t shirts? But she doesn't know he's Ground Zero? (Or Expolo kills they need to release his Official name already lol) she's just like "oh. Yeah he's my fav" adore you darling!

I ADORE YOU TOO OMG THANK YOU!!!!! AND THIS WHOLE DAMN REQUEST WHAT IN THE HELL YESSS!!!!!(´⌣`ʃƪ)

That was so cute! & I went ahead and wen’t with Ground Zero~! I agree that his superhero name needs to be announced already!! I wanna know what to call this hunk!!ヽ(o♡o)/ hope you like!!!

Bakugou, Katsuki

“You really aren’t going to hide your crazy obsession from him? I mean…. it’s just so much, won’t he just run right out of your place and never come back?” The woman’s cheeks began to puff out from embarrassment of getting teased over the phone, huffing out her annoyance. The voice over the phone began to laugh, making Y/N’s annoyance grow even further.

“I don’t know why I even called you……” Y/N murmured angrily.

“To get some dating advice from a happily married woman.~”

“…..Married for two weeks, TWO! Anyways….. I called to ask about dinner, not to get my hobbies judged. If he likes me, then he has to like my interests!”

“ALL of THAT is not a hobby….. Crazy obsessive fangirl!”

Her eyes went wide and cheeks flushed red, “……………..I’m hanging up!”

“W-Wai—-!”

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

With a loud humph from the ticked off woman’s lips, she placed her phone on the kitchen table and right as her fingers slipped from the device a sudden knocking at her door caught her attention. That eyebrow twitching irritation melted instantly to heart racing excitement, no one else was coming over tonight, she made sure of it! Biting her lip, she rushed over to the door but stopped in front of the little mirror next to it, checking herself out before opening up. Fixing her hair a bit and adjusted her tank top to show just a little more, she smirked proudly to herself and gave a determined nod, unlocking and swinging the door open. The bright smile on her face was returned by a deep scowl spread on her boyfriend’s cheeks, erasing that smile on her lips immediately. “OH what now?” Y/N asked crossing her arms, a brow lifting with curiosity, wanting to know exactly why he was in such a sour mood already.

“What took you so damn long?” He replied bluntly, stepping forward.

She smirked up at the tall, hunky blonde glaring down at her, “what, does the big bad Bakugou miss me so much he’s that impatient?” With her words, his crimson eyes squint a bit more, intensifying the gaze he had her under while enclosing the space between them.

“—-so what if I did, smartass?” Bakugou murmured lowly, one of his calloused hands gripping at her chin, leaning his head down while pushing her’s up. Their foreheads touch while he’s watching her smile turn smug, loving that she had made him admit his true feelings. “Tch…” He grumbled, brushing his lips against her own, his grip on her chin tightening slightly, “…don’t get smug, punk.” He added before sealing her lips off with his, not wanting to hear a response just yet. The free arm of his wrapped around her lower back and pushed her body up against his own, deepening the kiss all while standing outside of her apartment door. Bathing within one another’s warmth as they clung to each other, kissing back and forth with such desperation that Y/N had to pull back and gasp for air, forgetting all about the need to breath.

He always left her lightheaded, he was too much. “C-Come inside…~!” She mewled a bit, motioning behind herself, causing Bakugou to smirk smugly this time. No matter if she talked big or not, he could make her melt with just a kiss and he’d use that to his advantage as many times as it’ll work. Releasing her, he picked up the bags of groceries and his overnight bag he sat down before she answered and walked inside. “Thank you for offering to cook at my place…. I still don’t know what I want for dinner though…. I’m sorry.” Y/N admitted while closing the door behind the two of them and lead Bakugou to the kitchen, where he began taking out ingredients.

“We’re having curry. Easy and cheap. Help by washing and peeling some vegetables, I’ll do the chopping and the rest after.” Bakugou spilled out directions with ease and she happily followed the simple steps he gave. The woman washed her hands before starting and then began to clean the vegetables while Bakugou rummaged through her kitchen, trying to find out where everything was at for future reference. She mainly stayed at his place which was closer to her job than her own place but she had an off week while Bakugou worked, so he was the one offering to come over afterwords. Kicking the overnight bag for a second time and almost tripping, Bakugou snatched it up off the floor, “where’s your room?” He asked annoyed while Y/N was already moving on to peeling some carrots.

“Down the hall, second door on the right.” Y/N replied nonchalantly, focused on her task. It only took a few seconds for her to actually register that Bakugou was about to enter her room, which was covered from head to toe in Ground Zero merchandise. She gasped out loudly, carrot and peeler bouncing around in the sink after being dropped from her opened hands. She didn’t warn him to brace himself before entering! The sight would shock any new visitor if not fairly warned!”B-B-BAKUGOOUUU—–!!! WAI—–!!!” As she screamed while scrambling down the hallway, she was too late, her door was wide open and he was already inside! Sliding to a halt at the door frame, she looked over Bakugou’s frozen frame in the middle of her room. He was so shocked that he had dropped his overnight bag back on the floor right by his feet.

“…..s-so….fucking… much….?” He whispered, his crimson eyes scanning the many posters of his own face on each of her walls and the table dedicated to the different style of figures they made of his hero self. The last thing he expected to see when walking into his girlfriend’s bedroom was himself staring back at him. 

“I’m sorry! I should have told you sooner!” Y/N apologized rushing within the room, taking his hand.

“….You one of those weirdo fangirls….?” 

“H-Hey! I’m not weird, okay!?” She gasped, her cheeks going red, “….H-He’s my favorite! Ground Zero is my favorite hero!”

“Why?”

“W-Why?….. I mean…. Just look at him! He’s incredibly strong and determined, kicks ass and takes names with that incredible quirk of his….. not to mention he’s real easy on the eyes.” 

“My girlfriend complementing another man would usually make me jealous….” Bakugou murmured, releasing her hand in his before scratching the back of his blonde head, walking over to the more detailed figurines of himself and snickered a bit. He felt a sudden rush of pride fill his chest seeing just how obsessed his girl was with his heroic self. All without realizing that this was him. “….but luckily for you and I guess me too, that I’m the incredibly kick ass Ground Zero.” Bakugou replied, placing the figure back down in it’s previous spot and turned to Y/N flashing a wide, confident smirk. Which fell when hearing the woman snorting from laughter, smacking her knee and holding her sides like he had just told her the most funniest joke. “Oh, don’t believe me?” As the words came out of his mouth, both of palms became to emit black smoke within the room, loud crackles snapping from those palms a few seconds after. The sound silencing the woman’s fit, her eyes watched his palms lighting up the space as the tiny explosions began going off. “I’m sure you already know what I can do…. but want me to burn this place down to prove myself some more?”

Y/N let out a loud shriek of excitement, throwing herself around the neck of the pro hero she was obsessed with and even better, currently dating. “I CANNOT BELIEVE I AM DATING GROUND ZERO!!!” She boomed, rubbing her cheek against Bakugou’s, who was trying to get the woman off of him. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” She expressed without realizing the impact of her words, making both of the adults freeze, wide eyes locking together. Y/N’s cheeks flushed bright red and seeing that made Bakugou’s do the same, the woman then let go of the blonde and flailed her arms about in defense. “W-W-Wait! I —-!!!! I-I meant! I meant I love you as a pro hero!”

As the embarrassed woman kept on rambling, the equally embarrassed man shoved a once hot hand against her head, ruffling her hair before pulling her into a tight embrace. His chin resting easily on the top of her head, he mainly did so to hide his red face and to shut her up, which the hug succeeded in doing, “jeez, who would have guessed that I’d be dating my number one fan?”

“Hehe, I knew you looked familiar! …..But, um, err, do you wanna see the rest?”

“—–THE REST!?”

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[maxattack-powell]

Coffee Break

***This is an original fic included in The Freshman 1-5 in my masterlist***

Masterlist - go here for other chapters and related original fics

Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman and The Sophomore stories. It is a fictional adaptation. I (we) do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nicole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed for my adaptation of The Freshman story.

Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices The Freshman… and then I found this awesome group of people and their works - I’ve loved it all, very much so. Deciding that I wanted more interaction than the options allowed, I’ve gone through the first book, chapter by chapter (omg painfully slow) to follow the story (95-99% I’d say) and add to it as I felt would benefit.

Basically, I wanted to include certain things that weren’t really full fic size worthy, adding to the story. However, I did add some full size fic moments also… some are included in cannon chapters, some are their own full chapters in between. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their freshman year… with more angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail. So, if you like that pairing then you’ll be satisfied, otherwise sorry James & Kaitlyn fans lol. I even added some parts from Chris’s POV, so that we have a chance to see what he’s thinking, knowing what she experienced.

There will be ADULT and/or NSFW moments in certain chapters - this is a warning lol. I will try my best to make it obvious as it occurs…

Paring: MC x Chris

POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~

~MC~

Later that night…

MC has been studying at the kitchen table for what feels like days, but she knows it's just been the majority of the evening. However long it's been, it's starting to get to her. Her mind needs a break. Her back and hands need a break too. Everything just screams for her to stop. Zack and Tyler had been studying at the table earlier as well, but each finished the assignments they had, that or they had given up for the moment - she wasn't sure. They both retreated to their bedrooms only moments before, telling her to do something else for a while as they left the table. She sighs and runs her hand through her hair, not noticing a door open down the hall. The roommate quietly approaches her as she rubs her eyes, trying to focus on the books in front of her.   "Hey MC, you okay?" Chris slides around her to sit down at the table.

She looks up quickly, startled by his ninja like entrance. "Oh my god, Chris!" She places her hand on her chest, covering her heart. "You scared me."

He gives her an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I didn't want to interrupt you, but I could see the exhaustion in you from my door." He pauses and studies her face. "So... you doing okay?" He asks again, his eyes searching hers. She gives a weak smile in return. "Uh, yeah. I guess so. I'm just tired... I could really use some coffee. Or a walk... or something other than sitting in this spot for a moment." She laughs softly. Chris perks up at her words. "You know, that's a great idea. Let's go get some coffee from the café... I need a study break too." He stands up and offers her his hand, not taking no for an answer. She grins and nods, grasping his hand and standing up. MC realizes then that she's been in her pj pants all evening. "Oh no, wait. I need to change real quick." She self-consciously tugs at her Harry Potter pants and faded baseball tee. Chris shakes his head. "Why? It's just the coffee shop, and people go in like that all the time." His eyes slide up and down her form, making her cheeks warm. "And honestly, that looks pretty comfortable..." He raises his eyes to hers. "...why am I wearing jeans?" He quickly asks himself. She tilts her head, about to question what he means when he suddenly takes off down the hall and disappears into his room. She stands there alone, baffled, for about a minute before he appears again. This time in his Henley and a pair of fitted grey sweatpants. She can't help but let out a small, much needed laugh. Chris raises his arms out to his sides, grinning at MC. "Ah, yes. Much better. That's two good ideas in a row MC. What's the third one going to be?" He winks at her. She just snorts and shakes her head, still grinning at him. They both slip on a pair of shoes as he walks to the door, holding it open for her. She quickly grabs her wristlet and phone from the table and pulls him out with her as the door shuts quietly behind them. They take their time walking across the campus, mostly making small talk with the occasional deep personal information thrown in. Chris mentions some of the things he misses from home already, making a fuss about the lack of variety in lobster dishes and Whoopie Pies in particular. MC imitates his light accent with a grin each time he says certain words like lobster, mother or brother, earning her a huge smile in return. "Think that's funny, huh?" She shakes her head. "No, I think it's cute." "Ah... well." He sucks in a deep breath and sticks out his chest, showing her how 'cute' his northern manliness really was, while he tries not to laugh at himself. He soon goes into a rant about the Whoopie Pies. Oh how he missed those. She can't help but laugh as his face turns blissful as he tells her how long it's been since he's had one - the reality being that it had only been a few weeks. "Maybe you could ask your mom for a Whoopie Pie care-package?" She jokingly suggests. He whips his head towards her. "Wha... why didn't I think of that?! I mean, I brought some with me but they didn't last very long." He frowns a little and looks down, grabbing at his tight abs. "I may have a problem..." She snorts at him. "Um, what? I don't see any problem." She raises her eyebrow and bites her lip while ogling his body. He takes offense to her observation, clearly disagreeing. "Hey! I have to work extremely hard to burn off a single pie!" He holds a very serious face, but only for a moment before he busts out laughing with her. "But I'm actually going to do that though... maybe she will ship me a box. I need you to try one of those damn things." He points at her seriously as they walk side by side. "Then you'll understand." She just smirks at him and rolls her eyes playfully and he grins. "So what do you miss the most about home so far?" He gently asks. "Well, I miss my friends. And the things we would all do together. I haven't done some of that stuff here yet." "Oh yeah? Like what?" Chris's curiosity is piqued. "We used to go see movies. Sometimes new ones at the theatre, but other times we would pick someone's house and all camp in for the night. Whenever we did that it turned into a basement sleepover nightmare. Oh man, the pranks I've seen..." Her eyes widen at the horror in her memories. Chris laughs. "Yeah, like you didn't participate..." She looks at him with overly innocent eyes, her hand on her chest as she gasps. "Me? Oh no, no, no. I would never." Her mischievous smile makes him pause in the middle of the path. "Should I be worried? No, better question - should I be checking my lock before I go to bed every night?" He gives her a dead serious look. "Maybe..." She gives him a challenging smile. "Hmm." He smirks at her and catches up quickly with a few strides, right as they make it to the café door. She opens and holds the door for him but he steps behind her and takes the door from her. "Please go in." She smiles and blushes slightly as his blue gaze holds her hazel eyes. "Thanks Chris." They walk up to the counter and get in line. MC looks around and notices that the place is fairly quiet, with a few people and couples scattered about. She's grateful for that, hoping it wouldn't be too noisy. She really needed to relax for a bit. The customers in front of them place their order and move down the counter, letting MC and Chris place their order. He looks to her and gestures for her to go first. She takes in a deep breath, smelling all the different fragrances in the café. "I'll have... a Caffè Mocha. And can you add some cocoa powder on top? Thank you." The barista nods to her and turns to Chris. Chris briefly looks at MC questioningly, humor all over his face. "What? No Pumpkin Spice Latte?" She scoffs at him and crosses her arms. "Pft, no. What are you going to get Powell?" He seems thoughtful for a moment before he nods. "What she ordered, that sounds good. And can you box up some blueberry, walnut and a couple of other kinds of muffins? Thanks man." The barista gets to building their order as they walk down to the register. MC starts to pull out her card, but a warm hand is on hers before she can pull it out of her wristlet. She looks up and meets Chris's eyes. He shakes his head softly and gives her a warm smile. "My treat. Put that away." She pauses her movements for a moment, distracted by his warm hand on hers. "T-thank you." The barista calls their names and Chris grabs the drinks as MC picks up the box of muffins. He leads them to the far, dark corner of the shop, near the window so they can easily look out across the campus. They slide into the booth, taking the same side so they can people watch together. He sets her drink down in front of her as she opens the box to give Chris access. He gently pushes the box towards her. "Pick something, I got them to share." She thanks him and reaches in, choosing a blueberry. "Nice choice, that's my favorite." He beams at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. You can have it." She leans towards him, offering it to him instead. Chris shakes his head. "No ma'am. You picked it out, I want you to have it. Besides, I'll eat any of them to be honest." He cough laughs, and runs his hand through his hair, causing her to pull her bottom lip in and hold it, trying not to smile. They sit there for a while, sipping at their lattes and making up crazy stories and conversations for people as they pass by outside. Chris even starts making funny voices so MC joins in. At one point they are laughing so hard she has to cover her mouth with both hands as he bites his fist to stifle the sounds. They both gasp for air, trying to settle down before they draw more attention than they already have. Chris sighs and takes another sip of his drink, placing his other arm behind her on the back of the booth. MC catches herself looking at him through the corner of her eye as he licks the foam off of his mouth. She bites her lower lip as she realizes he missed a good bit, trying to decide if she should tell him, torn over the decision because he looks so cute with a foam mustache. She decides to save him from his plight and begins to point it out, "Chris, you have some um..." She chews on her lip as she raises her hand to point. He turns to fully face her, waiting for her to finish. Though instead of completing her sentence, she continues to raise her hand to his face, softly placing it on his cheek while her thumb rests on his chin. He sucks in a quick breath at the contact, freezing as he watches her, waiting to see what she is doing. She remains silent as she gently runs her pointer finger across his upper lip before gradually pulling her hand away, showing him the foam. Chris's eyes flicker to her hand before jumping back to her eyes as she brings the foam covered finger to her lips. He lets out his held breath in a light groan as his eyes drop to her lips, watching her put it in her mouth and suck off the foam. "Sorry..." She says softly. "I thought that would be easier then trying to explain it." She blushes as he continues to stare. He raises his eyebrow at her and licks his lips again. "That might be the third..." MC looks at him questionably, not immediately remembering his 'three good ideas' comment from earlier. She takes a sip of her drink to excuse her from speaking for the moment, starting to feel embarrassed. As she lowers her cup to the table, she feels that she too has some foam on her upper lip. As she is about to wipe it off with her napkin, her action is abruptly halted. She looks down and sees that Chris has blocked her hand as she began to raise it, still clutching her napkin. He then reaches around, placing his hand on the side of her face, turning her to face him. She swallows and opens her mouth slightly to lick her lips, but Chris interrupts her plans again, this time covering her mouth with his own. He gently licks and sucks at her lips before pulling away, his hand still holding her face in place. Her cheeks are hot, and she assumes very red. Stunned, she blinks a few times rapidly, still looking into his mesmerizing blue eyes. It's his turn to apologize. "Sorry, I just thought this would be more efficient. Yanno, cut out a step." He grins at her as her red cheeks turn an even brighter scarlet. He rubs his thumb across her cheek before he pulls his hand away. She internally sighs at the loss, her cheek instantly cooling. Chris smiles and lowers his other arm from the back of the bench onto her shoulders. He takes a bite out of a muffin, looking back out across the campus, as if nothing unusual just happened. MC tries to hide her excitement, her body still tingling from his kiss. She leans into him and grabs a piece of his muffin, earning a mock gasp. They both laugh before turning quiet and contemplative once again as they finish their lattes. A few muffins later, they box up the rest and head outside. They walk in comfortable silence for a while, both stealing glances at the other when they think they can't see. As MC looks out towards the brightly lit sorority and fraternity row, she feels a warm, firm grip on her hand. She turns and finds Chris looking ahead, a small smirk on his lips. She fights a huge smile as it threatens to take over her face as their fingers interlace together. When they return to the suite door they finally separate and head inside. Zack is the only roommate in the shared space when they enter, waving at them both. Chris tells Zack he's welcome to the muffins, if interested, and says goodnight to them both. He hesitates only barely by MC, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and very quickly kissing her on the top of the head, trying not to draw too much attention. Her face goes hot, knowing Zack probably saw it all. Chris makes it all the way to his bedroom door before he turns, looking over his shoulder to MC with a smile before he slips into his room. MC tries to play it all off and to avoid Zack's smirk. "What?" "Ooooh nothing." Zack sings through a giddy smile. MC shakes her head and sits back down with her pile of books, now more than energized to finish the night. Partially due to the coffee, and partially due to Chris's lips. She scolds herself for becoming distracted again, trying to focus. It was a long, but enjoyable night, her mind jumping back and forth between her homework and the exciting memories of how she felt when he kissed her at the café.

#chris x mc #Chris Powell #Christopher Powell #The Freshman #the sophomore #thefreshman #thesophomore #playchoices #choices fanfiction #choicestoriesyouplay #TheFreshmanChronicles #choices the freshman #choices the sophomore #choices the junior #choices the senior #tf/ts/tj

[imagines-tmr]

imagine #14

character - Newt

words - 2056

warnings - kinda sad and angsty

description - Despite having made it to Paradise, you keep having nightmares about your trials. [based on this theory]

a/n - requested by the lovely @coconcovers​ ; i strayed so far from your request omg i’m so sorry but i hope this makes up for it <3

“For an experiment to provide accurate results,” the Rat Man said, “one needs a control group. We did our best to keep the virus from you as long as we could. But it’s airborne and highly contagious.”

Thomas had warned you already about how some of the people tested by WICKED were not immune. It kept chewing at your gut like a rabid rat. Control groups. What if you were one of them?

“Just bloody get on with it,” Newt groaned. “We all figured we had the buggin’ disease anyway. You’re not breaking our hearts.”

“Yeah,” a girl named Sonya from Group B added. “Cut the drama and tell us already.”

You clung to Newt’s sleeve. He paid no attention to you, eyes fixated on Rat Man.

“Okay, then. Most of you are immune and have helped us gather invaluable data. Only two of you are considered Candidates now, but we’ll go into that later. Let’s get to the list. The following people are not immune. Newt …”

It was like someone had taken you atop the highest building and slammed you down hard onto the ground below. Your vision blurred. Not Newt, you thought. Not my Newt. A thick knot settled painfully at the back of your throat, sucking the air out of your lungs until your chest threatened to cave in.

Thomas had a similar reaction. He doubled over in shock; it was a surprise your legs hadn’t given out too.

“Tommy, slim yourself,” Newt said. His voice was stern and hard, despite the grin he was struggling to keep on his face. “You too, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t find your voice, but Thomas spoke for the both of you. “Slim ourselves? That old shank just said you’re not immune to the Flare. How can you—”

“I’m not worried about the bloody Flare, man. I never thought I’d still be alive at this buggin’ point— and living hasn’t exactly been so great anyway.”

It was like a jab straight to your heart. You let go of Newt’s sleeve, shakily breathing out. After all that Newt meant to you – after all you’d thought you meant to him – you’d figured that even though the two of you had been through hell and back, at least you could say you’ve done it together. You figured wrong.

You bolted up in bed with a cold sweat down the back of your neck. Every muscle in your body ached from memory like they’d been doused in gasoline and set on fire; with each breath you took, you felt your chest contract painfully in protest.

You’d had the same dream again. Always the same dream. Without fail, the moment you closed your eyes was the moment every horror you’d ever endured replayed mockingly beneath your eyelids.

A sob escaped your lips, making you clasp your hands over your mouth in fear of waking up the boy beside you. Though boy didn’t really seem like the right word to describe Newt anymore; he’d seen and lived through more than anyone else you knew. He was a man, whittled and beaten down, but still a man nonetheless. A warrior.

A survivor.

You found comfort in staring at him as he slept, even though he’d been the subject of most of your pain, as you were so carefully reminded by your subconscious only a few seconds ago. You hated those nightmares. Absolutely despised them. You were safe – there was nothing more to be afraid of.

Was there?

You and Newt had made it out alive; had found each other, time and time again; had fallen in love repeatedly, even when you both warranted nothing but hate. And yet he brought tears to your eyes again. You’d come so close to losing him – too close. And then where would you be?

Getting up slowly as to not wake him, you slipped on your shoes and headed out of your room, following the hallway outside with your hand dragging against the wall for guidance in the dark. When you reached the staircase at the end of the corridor, you followed it all the way down and went out through the front door and into the open air.

Paradise. It was much like the Glade, only there weren’t any walls to keep you prisoner anymore. It hadn’t taken long for the same kind of discipline to set in; only a few months ago, Minho had become the Leader of your new community and had organized a building committee to create about a dozen wooden communal houses, much like the Homestead in the Maze. And you reckoned it was a much nicer setting to live in; the Maze didn’t exactly have an ocean view.

You headed down to the shore, kicking your shoes off as soon as you hit the sand. The sun was already beginning to come up over the horizon, lighting up your little slice of safe haven. As you sat down close to the water, your mind wandered off against your will to a time when things weren’t so peaceful.

“I didn’t think you’d lose it so fast, but glad you’re back,” Minho said. “We might need a Crank to sniff out these other Cranks if they really broke in.”

You wanted to rip Minho’s teeth out of his mouth with your bare hands. The tension had been building up for a while between him and Newt, but you never thought he would take a jab at the blond like that. They were supposed to be like brothers, especially after having endured all the terrors WICKED had thrown their way. It was easy for Minho to talk; he hadn’t been the one whose entire sense of security and hope got yanked away from with just a few words. He wasn’t slowly losing his mind, not the way Newt was.

“You never have known when to shut your hole, have ya, Minho?” Newt spat. “Always gotta have the bloody last word.”

“Shut your shuck face,” Minho replied. You wouldn’t have known the two were arguing by the tone of his voice, but if looks could kill, they’d both be dead.

Newt moved towards Minho calmly – and then punched him in the face. All hell broke loose; Minho tackled the blond, who retaliated with more hits. It took several attempts for you and Thomas and Brenda to pull them apart.

“How stupid can you get?” Thomas yelled, restraining Minho’s arms. “We’re running from at least one enemy, maybe two, and you guys are gonna brawl?”

“He started it!” Minho shouted like a bratty child.

“What are you, eight years old?” Brenda asked, eyebrow raised in scorn.

Slowly, Newt got up. When he left, you followed, albeit reluctantly. You didn’t like the person he was becoming, though you knew it wasn’t entirely his fault. Still, you couldn’t deny that you were scared to be in the same room as him. He was a lit fuse, ready to blow up at any second.

He had seated himself in the hallway with his back against the wall, a solemn expression on his face.

“I don’t want to hear any of it,” he said. “Whatever you’ve come to tell me, leave it alone.”

You had half a mind to obey and go back with your tail in between your legs. But that was not in your character and he wasn’t going to be let off that easy.

“I won’t sugarcoat things for you just because you’re being pissy, so listen here and listen good,” you told him harshly. “You’re the only reason I’m sticking around – the only damn reason why I’m still putting up with their shucking Variables and tests and things. And if you’re not going to take this seriously, then you’re letting me down and you’re letting them down.”

“I know.”

“Then stop acting like such a child!” Your voice cracked miserably. “My God, Newt, it’s like you’ve given up already! You’re the only good thing in my life and now I’m losing you–”

“Slim it,” he snapped. “Things are already messed up in my head. I don’t need this gnawin’ at me too.”

His coldness towards you shocked you right down to your bones. You couldn’t recognize the boy you’d fallen in love with anymore. You searched his bloodshot eyes for a sign of affection but found nothing. The stranger in front of you wasn’t Newt. It couldn’t be.

You cleared your throat, trying to rid yourself of yet another knot that had formed. “Well, if that’s how you feel.”

You didn’t know how you found the strength to go back to Thomas and the others, but every step was like walking on glass.

“You promised you’d wake me if you had any more nightmares,” you heard a voice say behind you. You didn’t bother to turn your head until Newt took a seat on the sand beside you. He took your hand in his and kissed it, first the knuckles, then the tips of your fingers.

He was beautiful, though different from the first time you’d seen him in the Glade. He had faint scars on his face from his time in the Crank Palace, scars that seemed to slice your heart into a thousand pieces every time you looked at them. His hair was shorter too, having had to regrow the patches that had been ripped out previously by the other Cranks. But even so, he was still handsome the way he’d always been.

You couldn’t believe he was yours.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “You know I never will.”

Newt lowered his mouth to yours and kissed you, slowly, firmly, lovingly. The hand that wasn’t holding your own found its way into your hair and to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to his reach.

He laid you down on the sand, palms straying down to your waist and then to the curve of your hips. His fingers gripped the soft skin there a little harder, eliciting a gasp from you in which he reveled.

Still, as good as it felt to kiss him, your dream kept coming back to you in threatening flashes. You broke apart from him as if burned, sitting up.

“You’re still thinking about it?” he asked. “Well, bloody stop. It’s over, (Y/N), you know it is.”

You clutched onto his sleeve the way you’ve always done. “Then why doesn’t it feel like it?”

Newt didn’t say anything for a while. The only thing you registered was your heavy breathing and the sound of the ocean’s tide rolling in, and while the latter should have soothed you, it didn’t.

“Do you remember when you and Tommy found me?” Newt began after a while. “I thought I’d already lost the better part of myself. You remember when I begged Tommy to kill me?”

You nodded mournfully. How could you forget? You’d been this close to losing everything that ever meant something to you.

“Then you also remember how you knocked the gun out of Tommy’s hands,” he continued, “and how you told me it had all been in my head, and that I was just like the rest of you – Immune.”

“And you thought I was lying to you, but I wasn’t.”

“You weren’t.”

More silence. Newt wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead. “You saved me,” he said. “Give yourself some credit for that.”

“I hate them,” you whispered, a fat tear rolling down your cheek. “I hate them so much for what they did to you. They let you lose your mind – let you think you were becoming a Crank – just so they could get more data for their stupid research.” Your voice rose. “I could have lost you.”

You buried your face in his shirt and cried until the sun went up. Newt said nothing, because no words could make you feel any better, not until you released all the poison you were feeling out of your system. You kept telling yourself you were both safe, but it only made more tears come.

You’d almost lost him. How were you supposed to get over that?

Newt’s hand was in your hair again, tucking loose strands behind your ear. Finally, he pulled your chin up so you could look at him, blotchy eyes and all.

“You’ll be okay,” he said. “I’m here with you, and that’s how it’s gonna stay.”

And it wasn’t nearly enough, but it was a start.

[part 2]

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[parkkate]

Hiii. I love you writing, it is so good! I was wondering if you could write/ if you know a fic in which Draco gets really jealous of someone hitting on Harry and starts acting all possesive and shit? :D

OMG thank you so so much!! :) You’re so sweet! ❤️️Um, here’s the thing: I am awful at fic recs? I’m so sorry? So I hope you don’t mind I just wrote you a little something? ❤️️❤️️❤️️

“This is getting ridiculous, Draco,” Pansy said as she murmured the incantation to heal Draco’s palm. Draco said nothing. He was still gritting his teeth. As soon as Pansy was finished, he snatched his hand out of her grip.

“Thanks a lot,” he said waspishly.

“Hey, I’m not the one who made you smash that glass. Show a little more gratitude. You’re being a brat,” she said with a scowl.

“Nobody made me smash that glass. The glass was… fragile.” Draco mentally rolled his eyes at himself.

“Right,” Pansy replied flatly. She looked over her shoulder and Draco couldn’t help but follow her gaze. His eyes landed on Potter, sitting at the bar and chatting animatedly with some bloke. Draco balled his hands into fists. This seemed to be his natural reaction to seeing Potter like this. It was how he had accidentally smashed that glass he had been holding.

“I need another drink,” Draco muttered. Pansy’s head snapped back around.

“Oh no, you don’t. Don’t go over there. You’ll embarrass yourself.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Draco growled as he watched the bloke stroking Potter’s arm. This was it. Now he definitely had to go over there.

“Draco,” Pansy called after him, but there was no stopping him now.

As he pushed several people out of the way, he felt more anger coursing through him. When he reached the two barstools he hadn’t let out of his sight, he narrowed his eyes. He was standing behind the bloke Potter was talking to. And although Potter was facing him, the prat was solely focused on that sandy-haired troll. He was grinning at him stupidly. Draco felt like he was going to explode. Potter ignoring him like this made his chest hurt more than he’d liked to admit.

He slammed his hand onto the bar, right beside the bloke’s elbow. He and Potter jumped. A little smirk tugged at Draco’s lips as the troll finally stopped stroking Potter’s arm and turned around to look at Draco. Only… he wasn’t a troll at all. He was rather handsome. Damn it. Draco felt another tightening in his chest.

“Can we help you, Malfoy?” Potter asked. We. He had just referred to them as we. They probably just met! Draco could barely keep from baring his teeth in a grimace. He took a deep breath and put on his best sneer.

“I didn’t take you as a bloke who would go for a peeping Tom.”

“What?” Potter spluttered.

Draco mentally chuckled.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Potter,” he drawled, locking eyes with the sandy-haired eye candy. “Did you know that this one,” he nodded his head once in the direction where Potter was sitting, dumbfounded, “once watched me undress while he was under his invisibility cloak?”

Potter’s eyes widened as he undoubtedly remembered the train ride in their sixth year.

“Oh, and in third year, he almost fell off his broom when he saw me walking onto the Quidditch pitch,” Draco smirked.

“Excuse me,” Potter exclaimed, “you were dressed as a Dementor! And I cast a Patronus charm at you!”

“You did?” Eye Candy said, obviously impressed. Draco wrinkled his nose.

“While we’re on the subject of Quidditch,” Potter continued, ignoring the admiring look Eye Candy was giving him, “did you know I beat this wanker every single time we played against each other?”

Draco scowled at him.

“Well, did you know that this so-called Saviour stalked me for almost a year?”

“You hunted me down in my compartment on the Hogwarts Express every year!” Potter almost shouted.

Well, Draco couldn’t exactly argue with that.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten the way you used to watch me, every time I entered the Great Hall,” Potter added.

Draco felt his cheeks heat up. This wasn’t going as planned at all!

“Wow, clearly I’m getting myself in the middle of something here,” Eye Candy said, raising both of his hands.

“Then maybe you should just leave,” Draco shot at him, regretting it immediately. He sounded way too bitter. This was getting out of hand. Why was it that Potter always made him lose control like this? This wasn’t like Draco at all! He had to get away from him. Now.

He gave Potter one last venomous glance, before he turned on his heels and marched back to where Pansy was sipping her drink.

Draco placed a hand on her hip, drawing her close, which earned him a skeptical look.

“What are you doing, Draco?” Pansy asked.

“Can you please not ask any questions?” Draco muttered.

“So you did make a fool out of yourself,” she sighed. Draco ignored her and cupped her cheek with his other hand instead.

“Draco, what are you doing?” she repeated.

 “Will you just shut up and kiss me?” Draco growled. Pansy’s eyes widened.

“What? No! Ew! Draco!” She turned her face away from him, giggling. Draco exhaled loudly, letting his hand drop to his side and resting his forehead on Pansy’s shoulder.

“You’re a lousy friend,” he mumbled.

“If that means I don’t have to kiss you in a pathetic attempt to make Potter jealous, I’m fine with that,” Pansy snickered, patting his back. Draco suddenly realised what this must look like. Like Pansy was comforting him. He didn’t want Potter to get any ideas. He straightened himself, took Pansy’s drink and downed it in one gulp.

“Hey,” she protested as he handed the empty glass back to her with a grimace.

“Ugh, that is disgusting,” Draco spluttered.

“Well, you owe me a drink now,” Pansy retorted. Draco rolled his eyes fondly at her,  brushed his fingers over her cheek once and headed for the back entrance of the bar. He needed some fresh air.

Once outside, he finally felt like he could breathe properly. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the brick wall and let his head drop back. Maybe he should just forget about Potter. Well, easier said than done. Hadn’t he tried to do that for years now? And every time Draco had thought he was fine, he had bumped into Potter again and had lost his ruddy mind. Every bloody time. Especially when he had seen Potter flirting with somebody else.

Draco had no right to be jealous, he knew that. But he couldn’t help it. The more he tried to hide his feelings, the more they threatened to burst out of him. He just wished he could turn them off somehow. Stupid, stupid Potter!

Draco suddenly felt something warm pressing against his left arm. He looked sideways and startled when he saw Potter leaning against the wall beside him. He was standing so close, their arms were touching. Draco’s mind reeled.

“Pansy? Seriously?” Potter chuckled. Draco kept staring stupidly at him, not registering that Potter was talking to him. “I would have liked it better if you had continued trying to embarrass me with old tales of our mutual obsession.” Potter was grinning. Why was he grinning? It wasn’t a taunting grin. It was… flirtatious? Draco tried to fight down the butterflies in his stomach, because there was just no was Potter was trying to be flirtatious.

“But I guess trying to make me jealous with Pansy was also kind of cute.”

Draco’s eyes widened. He was suddenly torn between snapping at Potter for being ridiculous and finally giving up his stupid charade and admitting that that had been exactly what he had tried to do. Well, old habits die hard.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Potter,” Draco shot at him with a scowl. “Who said I was trying to make you jealous? Maybe I was trying to steal that bloke you were talking to right from under your nose.”

Potter chuckled again.

“If that was your plan, you did a very poor job.”

“Well, he’s not with you anymore, is he?” Draco snapped.

“No. He went to another bar, actually. So you’ll have to find yourself another target.” Potter’s tone was highly irritating. He was teasing Draco.

“Such a shame you’ll be going home alone again tonight then,” Draco shot back.

“Oh? So you have been stalking me again?” Potter said amusedly.

Damn it! Why was Draco unable to think before he spoke whenever Potter was around?

“You just make such a pathetic sight, it’s hard to overlook.” Draco knew how lame he sounded, but he was getting more and more nervous. And angry. Couldn’t Potter just go away already? “Just go home now and spare yourself any further embarrassment.”

“Given our history, I would have thought you’d be delighted to see me embarrass myself. What do you care if I go home alone or not?” Potter said with a piercing glance. Draco swallowed.

“I don’t,” he sneered. “I really couldn’t care less.”

“Great. See you inside then. I actually saw a rather handsome bloke on my way out here,” Potter shrugged.

Draco snorted. He was bluffing. On the other hand… what if he was not? What if this conversation with Draco had made him determined to prove he just had to snap his fingers and everybody would rush over to worship him?

The thought made Draco pant with rage. He couldn’t stand the thought of being the one who had pushed Potter into the arms of another man. That would be the opposite of what he truly wanted.

“Damn it, you should be going home with me!”

Draco only realized what he’d said after Potter turned around to look at him. Bloody hell, he had practically shouted the words at Potter. They stood there in silence for a few seconds, before Potter suddenly moved.

“Finally, you stupid git,” he whispered as he lunged at Draco.

Draco didn’t know what was happening when he felt warm lips on his and strong arms encircling him. He was stunned. Never in a million years had he expected… this?

Draco shuddered as Potter’s tongue traced the line between his lips. He melted into the sensation and closed his eyes. He opened his mouth to draw some much needed breath and immediately felt Potter’s tongue on his. It felt better than he had ever imagined. Apparently, Potter didn’t feel the same, because he made a displeased sound.  

Draco opened his eyes and saw that Potter was making a face. Draco froze. Why was Potter making that face? Had the kiss been that horrible? How was that possible, when Draco still felt tingly all over?

“You taste awful,” Potter muttered, “what was Pansy drinking?” Before Draco could reply, Potter grabbed his wand and flicked it once. Draco suddenly tasted peppermint on his tongue and then Potter latched himself onto Draco again.

“We should get out of here,” Potter breathed after a moment. Draco shuddered again.

“I see you’re wasting no time, Potter. Do you usually move this fast, or is it just me who’s getting you so excited.” Draco had intended to sound like he was teasing Potter, but it had sounded more like he was begging Potter for affection. Gross!

He was letting his jealousy get the best of him. Again. He wanted Potter, yes, but the thought of how many others had kissed him, had seen him naked, had heard him moan, made Draco want to vomit.

“Hmmm,” Potter hummed amusedly. Damn it, he was probably seeing right through Draco. “You know just as well as I do that we probably should have done this a long time ago.”

Draco’s eyes snapped up to Potter’s. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Had Potter just admitted to being attracted to Draco… for a while? How long? Draco burned to ask him. But he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t some sentimental sap!

Draco almost stumbled when Potter grabbed his hand and tugged him forward.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said happily. “Oh, and just so you know,” he added, grinning over his shoulder, “I’m not really into casual stuff. Your arse is mine now, Malfoy!”

Thank you so much for sending me that prompt, @potterlocked16! ❤️️ I had so much fun writing it :)And thank you @demelzasings for your help! :) ❤️️

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Wrong Number Series Part 19

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! YOU GUYS DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH I’VE WORKED ON THIS OMG!!!!! OKOK FIRST, I would like to give a huuuge thanks to my friend Ambar and also Bambi for proof reading because of my impeccable grammar wow you guys are dah best in the west!!!! 

I really hope you guys enjoy this story!!! Word of advice IF YOU HAVEN’T READ WNS SINCE THE BEGINNING THEN I SUGGEST YOU START THERE! ALSO DON’T SKIP AHEAD!!! I reference part 16 and this is a continuation from where story 3 left off! Thank you guys for sticking with me for a whole year and for those that are new I hope we can have many great times together! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AND HAPPY READING!!! ^^^^^^^^^^

Word Count: 6442

Scenario: A member (to be revealed) texts you thinking it another member - Suggested

I found myself reluctantly warming up the stew I cooked last night. There was so much left over, I decided I’d give some to the bothersome stranger and save myself a couple bucks. It didn't come out as appetizing as it could have seeing that I cooked it while I was rather distracted but he should be grateful I'm taking him anything at all. I hope he likes it, I quickly shake the intrusive thought away as I continued stirring. Why would I think that? I couldn’t care less if he likes it or not. Though admittedly, I couldn’t help but hope that my stew helps speed up his recovery. Focused on the stew, I picture what his reaction would be like. Knowing him, he’ll probably text me afterwards complaining that it was “too simple” or “not prepared properly”. Despite that negative thought, a smile densely crept onto my face. Quickly catching myself, I placed my cold hands on my cheeks and gave a harsh tap. I have to get ahold of myself if I’m going to be making a personal delivery to this guy. Don’t be like this. This is no time to act foolish, I scolded myself. With a renewed disposition, I poured the stew in a clean container and headed out.

 Upon arriving at the pharmacy, I quickly realized I had no clue which medicine to buy for him. Should I ask him or just buy whichever? If I get the wrong medicine, he’ll probably make me come back for a different kind, I wouldn't put that past him. Well, better safe than sorry. I whipped out my phone after debating and asked him his preference.

Whatever works for headaches and fatigue. And something for fevers too please!

 Headache, fatigue, and fever. He must be having a hard time on his own, not that I care. He doesn't sound picky but I grabbed two different medications just in case. As I’m walking to the snack aisle, my phone suddenly vibrates in my pocket.

 What about food?

 If I tell him I'm bringing my homemade stew he might get the wrong idea. Or he'll complain. Either way, I'd rather just let him find the stew on his counter without having to talk to him about it. I wonder if he'll reimburse me for all this, it's only fair. I should bring it up.

 Of course, I'll leave the money on the kitchen counter.

 Did I just…? I cannot believe I just asked a sick person to pay me back. The slight guilt is settling in when another text comes in.

 When you arrive just give the people at the front gate your name, they'll let you through.

 Doesn’t he live in a dorm? What kind of dorms have a front gate?

 We just say that so people won't go looking for our house. Anyway, I'll leave the front door unlocked so just come in and the kitchen will be through the second door on your left. Leave everything on the counter and leave.

 Sounds simple enough. I should probably buy something to defend myself with in case the worst happens. I find a case of pepper spray and place it in my basket along with the medicine and some chocolate I added for myself. Then a thought suddenly hit me. If I don't see him, how is he going to explain to me how he knows my name?

 I'll text it to you obviously. Unless you changed your mind and want to stay and chat with me? 😏

 Oh, duh. I’m not thinking straight; it must be nerves. I just want to get this over with as soon as possible and go home.

 I'm going to sleep so don't be noisy and text me when you leave. And don't touch anything!

 Ugh, how annoying. How does he manage to be rude to someone that’s doing him such a big favor? I can't believe this jerk actually got me to go through with this. At least now I don't feel so bad about bringing him my half-assed stew. Rolling my eyes, I put my phone in my pocket and headed to the checkout register.

  I typed in the address he sent me as I settled in my car. It doesn’t seem to be too far away from here. I followed the GPS directions and before I knew it, I was in a neighborhood I could only dream to live in. No way, is this thing broken? I thought to myself and rechecked the address. I typed it in correctly. Why is it taking me to this neighborhood? The houses just kept getting nicer and bigger the more I drove and I started feeling somewhat embarrassed driving my car through here, not that it’s a bad car but compared to these houses I feel as if I’m driving a trash can with wheels. Perhaps he gave me the wrong address. I kept driving until I arrived to the last house on the block.

 "Destination, arrived." The monotonous GPS voice stated.

 Is this the right house? Though I could hardly even see the house due to the tall stone wall blocking it, I caught a preview through the entrance gate and it was stunning.

 "Hello, Miss. Are you lost?" A guard asked, walking up to my stopped car.

 "Oh, hello! I think I might be, I'm looking for this address." I said showing him the text the stranger sent me with his address.

 "This is it, but nobody's allowed in without permission. I’m sorry you traveled all the way here.” He informed seriously. “Please drive back safely.” He started to walk away as I searched for my next words.

 "Wait!" I shouted. The guard turned back, a slightly irritated look on his face. "Um, you see, I have to get in there. It’s important!"

 "I really hate sasaengs." I’m sure I heard him mumble under his breath. "Why don't you be a good fan and let these boys rest!” He exclaimed back at me. Fan? So that means… he wasn't lying, this guy is actually an idol.

 “W-well I was ordered to bring food and medicine by someone who lives here. My names Y/n." I explained, hoping the stranger actually gave the guard my name.

 “Oh!” He seemed to suddenly recall something. “Yes, I was told you were coming! I apologize!” He deeply bowed before hurrying to his station and opening the wide gates. “Please leave your car by the tree on your right, Miss!” He smiled widely, his sudden shift in character took me by surprise.

 “O-okay, right, thank you!" I spoke from my window and drove through the open gates. It seems like he has to deal with unwelcome people coming here often, it must be taxing.

 I parked my car in front of the large tree, as instructed, and shut off the engine. How could someone so ill-mannered live in such a beautiful house? Do all idols get homes like this? Is this why he’s so full of himself? I promptly put those thoughts on the back-burner and concentrated on getting this over with as quickly as possible. Taking a second to mentally prepare myself, I closed my eyes and took a calming breath then gathered everything I bought and headed towards the entrance.

 Standing in front of the door, I took the pepper spray out of the plastic bag before cautiously turning the door knob. The front door was unlocked, as promised, and opened with ease. As I walked in, I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on the spray before my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me. Everything looked so…expensive. It’s no wonder he told me not to touch anything. I was afraid even breathing would ruin its beauty. For such a large house, it was rather warm and comforting yet highly intimidating.

 Looking around, I could tell there wasn’t a single soul in sight. I wonder where he is right now? I scanned the entrance once more. There was a door followed by a dark hallway to my right, a grand staircase straight ahead and two more doors on my left. My eyes locked on the second door and I’m immediately reminded of my mission. That must be the kitchen. There’s nowhere to put my shoes…do I just walk in like this? Quickly shutting the door behind me, I took gentle steps toward the kitchen, afraid of leaving shoe stains on the shiny floor. Last thing I need is him complaining about me dirtying up his perfect home.

 I opened the kitchen door and marveled in it’s magnificence as I set the plastic bag filled with medicine and my homemade stew on the counter. This kitchen looks as though it’s never been touched. The fridge is nearly empty besides a couple of energy drinks. I took the stew out of the bag and stored it in the empty fridge then continued examining the kitchen. Oh, he actually left me money. There, on the opposite side of the counter, was a wad of cash. Is he trying to show off? I picked it up, rolling my eyes. There’s no way over-the-counter medicine would cost this much. It would be wrong to take so much money and for such a simple task, I think as I set it back down next to his medicine. How could someone with this much money not have his fridge stocked with food? I sighed, feeling frustrated for some odd reason. Whatever the reason, I did my part, the rest is not my problem. I walked out of the kitchen, quietly shutting the door behind me and began carefully walking back towards the entrance when suddenly, *CRASH*!

  I jumped at the thundering sound of something breaking. Standing there, as the sound bounced off the walls throughout the large entrance, I shakingly took the pepper spray out of my pocket expecting someone to emerge from the dark hallway but… no one came. That’s odd. The stranger had said he was home alone. Could he have dropped something? Oh no, what if he fainted again?! What do I do? I instinctively took a step toward the direction of the sound but quickly stopped myself. I don’t know what I could be walking into. If I check, I could possibly be risking my life... however, if I leave... I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something bad actually happened to him. Damn it.

 Heart pounding, I cautiously made my way down the dark hallway where the sound seemed to originate from; the only light coming from the slightly ajar door at the end. Taking the lightest steps, I cautiously peeked inside.

 There was nothing but an empty bed with blankets piled on top. I gently pushed the door open a tad more and immediately spotted the source of the sound. What looked like a once-luxurious glass vase was now shattered into multiple pieces on the bedroom floor. But more importantly, kneeling right next to it was the back of a slim, dark-haired man in sweats and a t-shirt. That must be him. I stood in the doorway and watched as he repeatedly tried to pick himself up, falling lower and lower with each failed attempt. Even from my distance, I could clearly see that his ears were red and sweat was beading down his long neck. He finally gave up - or more so his body gave out - and just sat there, holding himself up with both hands. I watched his back unsteadily rise up and down as he gradually caught his breath.

 My heart ached for reasons beyond my knowledge and I couldn’t stand and watch any longer. My legs moved before my mind could catch up and before I realized it, I was standing right behind him.

 “Um, are you okay?”  I asked. Obviously, he wasn’t but those were the first words that I managed to say amidst my panic. He kept his head down without responding. “Sorry for barging in here like this. I was just about to leave but heard something break and got kinda worried.” He didn’t move. Maybe he felt too weak to say anything?

 “Listen, I can’t just leave you here like this, it goes against my morals.” I said jokingly, feeling anxious considering he wasn’t reacting at all. I extended my hand toward his face, regrettably hidden by his hair. “Let me help you to your bed at least, before I go.” I waited for a couple seconds with my hand extended when he suddenly spoke.

 “Don’t go…” He mumbled toward the ground, at least, that’s what I think he said.

 “Huh?” I replied, dumbfounded. Did I hear him correctly? He spoke so softly I could hardly make out what he said but…what else could he have said?

 He suddenly raised his hand and I immediately reached to take hold of it only to have him weakly push it aside. Slowly, he stood himself up on wobbly legs and made his way to the bed. He swayed as he walked and I instinctively wanted to reach out and steady him but resisted the urge and watched from close behind. Even though he didn’t stand up straight, I could tell he was tall. But why was he looking away from me? It’s almost as if he was intentionally hiding his face. He landed on the bed face down with a grunt and weakly pulled the pile of blankets over his body.

 I stood there awkwardly, with nothing to do but stare at him with worry. Can I really go home after seeing him like this? He said his members won't be home all day, can he manage all by himself? I shouldn't even be here, he has no choice but to manage alone.

 “Um, excuse me…” I called out to him but he still doesn’t reply. “I left your medicine on the kitchen counter and put the food in the refrigerator.” I paused. He was facing the opposite direction yet I could still hear his faint breathing getting steadily slower in the quiet house. Did he fall asleep already? “I’ll just get going then… good luck!”

 I awkwardly tiptoed my way out and softly closed his bedroom door. I stood in the pitch black hallway for a minute, gathering my crowded thoughts. Is it really okay to leave like this? I recalled watching how much he struggled just to stand up and my heart ached again. He was sweating so much and his ears looked as though steam would come out of them at any second, yet he covered himself with so many blankets. His fever might spike, if it hasn’t already. I don’t think medicine alone will help him. On top of that, what did he really say before standing up? I thought I heard him tell me not to go but… that doesn’t make any sense. There were so many thoughts running through my mind, I was starting to feel a headache coming.

 Why am I doing this? I sharply asked myself as my feet led me back into the kitchen. I searched around and found a random rag; taking it to the sink, I soaked then wrung it out. Hurrying back to his room, I gently pushed the door open. He’s still in the same position, breathing steadier and deeper than before. Tiptoeing over to him, I could see sweat continuing to run down his neck. He has most of his face buried in his pillow, how am I supposed to get this cloth on his forehead? I tapped his broad shoulder hoping to wake him up but he seemed to be out cold so I opted for gently placing it on the nape of his neck instead.

 His body was absolutely buried under blankets. No wonder his fever’s so high. Idiot. Would it be inappropriate for me to remove some? In the state he’s in, he won't even notice if I do. He’ll thank me for it later; I began to rid him of all but one blanket, before folding the rest and placing them at the foot of the bed. Okay, I’ve done enough, I told myself feeling foolish for caring so much to begin with. I took one last look at his sleeping figure and smiled in satisfaction knowing that my small improvements will aid in his recovery.

 I finally leave the bedroom and make my way back to the entrance. Why did I go through all that trouble for him? Did I suddenly develop a soft spot for the sick or something? I don't know what came over me just now, maybe it was a spell cast by the broken vase. I laughed in ridicule at myself. I wonder how he managed to knock it over. He must have tried to get up or something and somehow broke it on his own way down. I don’t think he’ll be able to clean it up anytime soon in his condition. He might actually hurt himself if it's just left on the floor. After somehow convincing myself, I’m - once again - in his kitchen. There must be something in here to put the broken glass in.

 ���Ah-hah!” I resounded when I spotted the plastic bag from the convenience store, this is perfect. I quickly dumped all the stuff I bought onto the counter and rushed back to his room. I peeked and found him still sound asleep then snuck in and quietly, began to pick up the shattered glass. The vase looked like it was worth more than my car, what a pity it’s now reduced to pieces.

 Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sense of deja vu. My dream! My hands stopped moving as I remembered the recurring dream I've had for the past two nights. The dark hallway, the broken vase, the stranger. It was all too similar. Was that some sort of prophetic dream? No, that’s silly, this was probably just a freaky coincidence… right? It had to be. A strong urge to see the stranger’s face suddenly came over me. I looked back at his sleeping figure and could no longer help but wonder what I had been refusing to let myself even think all this time. Who is he? He wasn't lying about being an idol, I know that now. I don’t normally care much for celebrities but… one peek wouldn't hurt, right? This may be my only chance to confirm his identity and finally be able to put a face to the mystery messenger.

 I cautiously stood up and made my way to his bedside. How do I do this discreetly? Slightly leaned forward, I tried to distinguish his ears and part of his cheek since that was the only part of his face not buried in his pillow. Who could this be? There is no way for me to know from just this. Feeling frustrated, I hovered forward a little more and accidentally bumped the bed with my knee. Ouch!

 “Mmm?” He moaned into the pillow and began to shuffle.

 Shit shit shit! I tried to straighten myself up but to my dismay, my clumsy feet betrayed me and sent me slipping into my doom.

 “Agh!” I yelped as I landed on top of him. “Oh God! I’m so sorry! I-I slipped!” I quickly apologized, lifting myself, utterly mortified. I felt an intense stare on me and looked up. He looked confused but more than that he looked perfectly familiar. As soon as my eyes reached his, my body completely froze. What the hell?!!! Am I seeing right? Wait. What the hell?! This is… no, it can’t possibly be. This doesn’t feel real, it’s almost as if I’m staring at a picture. I can’t move. I must have slipped and knocked myself out and now I’m dreaming, right? No, this is definitely real. At least blink, goddammit! I fought with myself for who knows how long before he finally spoke.

 “Surprised?” He smirked weakly. I continued to stare at him as my brain gradually registered who I was looking at, unable to will myself to look away.

 “You’re heavy” He croaked. This is impossible. How could he be the one behind those texts?

 “Why…?” I finally managed to breath out in the midst of my confusion.

 “I don’t know, maybe because you eat? Really, get off me, I'm too weak.” He groaned. I finally managed to rip my gaze from his face and looked down. My arms must have given out considering I was, once again, laying on his torso.

 “S-sorry!” I stuttered finally standing myself up on shaky legs. “I’m just- it’s because- you…” I couldn’t get my thoughts together enough to form a proper sentence.

 “You’re more surprised than I imagined you’d be.” He chuckled as he feebly lifted himself into a sitting position, removing the damp cloth from his forehead. “Still, it’s entertaining.”

 This…this jerk! I thought I felt a connection with him the day we met at the fan meet but he’s been laughing at me this whole time. I texted him all about how I felt that day. It was all entertainment to him. I feel so stupid! I wanted to get angry and run away but my legs wouldn’t listen to me. All I could do was stand there like an idiot while he watched in amusement. I suddenly felt something wet run down my cheek but I couldn’t even bother wiping it away.

 Sehun’s eyes suddenly grew wide and he immediately jumped out of bed.

 “Wait. No, no, no, please don’t cry!” He begged apologetically, standing up in front of me not knowing what to do. “I was just joking! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” It looked like he was about to wipe away my tears when startlingly, his knees buckled and he lands on the side of the bed. Seeing him look as though he was about to faint snapped me out of my self-pity.

 “You… shouldn’t stand up so quickly in your condition.” I muttered looking away and wiping at my involuntary tears, feeling embarrassed that I cried in front of him. “Lay down. Since you made me bring it all the way here, make sure you take the medicine.” I went on, trying to control my spiraling thoughts. After all this, why am I still helping him? Is it because he’s Oh Sehun? Or because he’s the stranger who’s kept me company these past few days? “You look a little less feverish than earlier but take them anyway.” I continued, detached. “And eat, I brought you stew so that should help.”

 “Um, thank you…” He replied shyly, I could feel him staring at me but I couldn't bring myself to look back. “I didn’t expect you to do this much. Uh, I’m really grateful…I owe you one.” I glanced up at his words and saw him try to smile the same cocky smile from a couple days ago, the same smile from my dream, but the strength it took was apparent on his face and he closed his eyes instead.

 I watched him as he furrowed his eyebrows and raised the damp cloth back on his forehead. He looked noticeably paler than he did at the fan signing. Just looking at his face felt surreal. Most girls would kill to be in my position; heck, I would've killed to be in my position. Yet, I wanted nothing more than to leave.

 “Don’t worry about it…” I responded feeling undesirably flustered as I fidgeted with the bottom of my shirt. Then, taking a deep breath for the sake of my nerves, I continued, “Anyway, the stuff you asked for is in the kitchen so I’ll just get going now.” I hastily turned around and walked toward the door, desperate to leave.

 “Don’t go!” He suddenly called out. I stopped in my tracks. Why would he say that? Does he want me to stay and continue making a fool of myself? Or… does he sincerely want me to stay? At once, a part of my dream came to light, the reason I had been running. Everything else in that dream happened already, all I have left to do is run. Run away from this place. Run away from him. My legs began to move again when I heard a heavy thud. I turned around and found him on his knees again, this time looking up at me.

 “I fell.” He stated with a weak smile looking slightly embarrassed. Did he just try to come after me? Why? I ran over to him and helped him sit back on his bed.

 “I told you not to get up too quickly!” I scolded.

 “Well, why did you keep walking?” He asked. Is he pouting?

 “What?” I responded, thrown aback by his sudden question.

 “I asked you not to go but you kept walking.” He said, annoyed. “I was going to run after you but that didn’t go as planned, obviously.”

 “Why would you run after me?” I asked, unable to understand. It doesn’t make any sense, why does nothing make sense with this guy?

 “I told you, I… don’t want you to go.” Sehun answered, honestly.

 I still couldn’t completely comprehend why he wouldn’t want me to leave yet my face began to flush and I felt the need to run away clawing at me. Perhaps I’m just a coward but situations like this have always completely unnerved me. However, for the first time in my life, my desire to stay greatly overpowered my impulse to run. I took a deep, centering breath and began walking toward the door.

 “H-Hey, wait!” Sehun yelled after me, upset.

 “I’ll be right back.” I called back and could feel his confused eyes follow me as I walked out of his room.

 Making my way to the kitchen, I tried not think too much and instead hurriedly opened several cupboards until I found one filled with cups. I filled a cup with water then grabbed the strongest of the two medications I bought before heading back to Sehun's room. This time, stopping in front of his bedroom door instead of barging in like the first two times, I knocked before I heard his voice ring out.

 “Oh, now you knock!” Sehun complained from the other side of the door. “Come in!” He chimed, chuckling as I opened the door and awkwardly let myself in.

 “Sorry for barging in your room so much.” I apologized, slightly embarrassed by my continuous poor manners.

 “At least you knocked this time.” He said still chuckling sweetly, causing my face to grow hot.

 “Um, I brought your medicine since you can’t seem to get out of bed without falling over.” I said trying to distract him and myself from my flushed face. As I was about to set it down on his bedside table, he reached out and took the glass and medicine from my hands. His fingertips grazed my hand and I gasped at their warmth.

 “You’re so hot!” I blurted.

 “Pfft, no need for flattery.” He said, cockily flipping his short bangs to the side. Not having time to feel annoyed, my hand automatically found it’s way to his forehead making his eyes widened in surprise.

 “You’re burning up!” I exclaimed. How high is this guys fever?! I looked at him and realized his cheeks were flushed and he was sweating again. He stared at me with wide eyes as I took the now warm rag from him and speedily made my way to the kitchen to put some cool moisture back into it. I happened to find another cloth and quickly returned with both in hand.

 “There’s a bathroom with a working sink right there, ya know?” He cleverly pointed out as I walked back into the room.

 “Oh, that’s convenient.” I murmured, more worried about getting these cool cloths on him than the distance I was walking. “Here, put this one on your forehead and this one on your neck.” I said handing him the damp cloths.

 “Okay, thanks.” He naturally obeyed.

 “Here.” I took the medicine jar from his hand and handed him a single pill. “It says on the label to take one every 4-6 hours so you should set an alarm to remind you. I think every 4 hours would be better, since you might die if you wait.”

 “Don’t sugar coat it, I’m dying today, aren’t I?” He said feigning anguish.

 “You should’ve died yesterday. Consider it a miracle if you see another day.” I jested.

 “Ah, I’ll be sure to give thanks tonight then.” He replied, gratefully clasping his hands together before we both couldn’t hold back our grins anymore and let out our giggles. I didn’t realize what I had been doing until now. I’m helping him again. Why am I joking around with him so calmly? I wasn’t even supposed to meet him today, I should've been home by now watching T.V. or staring at my ceiling. My thoughts continued as I watched him raise the pill to his lips.

 “Wait, shouldn't I eat something before taking this?” He paused, looking at me waiting for an answer.

 “Oh… w-when was your last meal?” I asked dumbfounded after being snapped out of my thoughts.

 “Hmm… yesterday? Yeah, I haven't left my room since Suho left yesterday so maybe around… 8 am?” He recalled slowly. It’s 2 pm right now! So he hasn’t eaten in 30 hours?!

 “You were right, you probably wouldn't have survived if I didn’t bring you food and meds.” I admitted matter-of-factly, trying to hide my genuine shock.

 “Told you.” he spoke triumphantly. I glowered my eyes at him and walked toward the door.

 “Wait, where are you going now?” I heard him call out displeased, but I ignored his words and kept walking.

 The stew I brought from home was chilled by now after being in the fridge so I grabbed a clean pot, turned on the stove, and began warming some of it up. His kitchen was so spacious, I could only imagine how amazing it’d be to cook in, I wish I could do that everyday. Wait what? Why would I think such an absurd thing? I’ve really let my guard down since I discovered who the stranger was. Now that I have a moment to stop and think, my mind became clustered again.

 I feel like I’m in a dream. How did Oh Sehun end up texting me out of all people? And why would he continue to text me the way he did? I never pinned him as the sadistic type. Everything is starting to make sense now. He must have accidentally texted me thinking it was Junmyeon’s number. And I actually did make him miss practice that day so I understand why he was so mad at me. EXO’s schedule is vigrous from what I’ve heard then adding an extra 3 hours of practice to his already unfair schedule and during a comeback no less. Of course he got so sick, he overworked himself. It all really is my fault. I had no right to think so badly of him. The guilt was so overwhelming tears started forming in my eyes. The stew boiled as if mimicking my feelings and I quickly shut off the stove. There’s no way I can make this up to him, I wouldn’t blame him if he resents me for what I put him through.

 I knocked on Sehun’s door but heard no answer. Pushing the slightly open door, I walked in with a bowl of hot stew in my hands. He was still in a sitting position but his head now hung to the side. He fell asleep again. How could someone fall asleep in that position? He looks so peaceful, I thought to myself as I placed the stew on his bedside table. Not sure whether to let him rest or wake him up, I just stood there examining him. His breathing is steadier and his cold sweats seem to have stopped. The damp cloth was slowly sliding off his forehead and I reached out and caught it just in time.

 “Mm?” Sehun opened his eyes sleepily and took in his surroundings. He noticed me hovering in front of him with the cloth in-between my hand and his face, then smirked.

 “W-what are you looking at?!” I stuttered defensively as I let the rag drop and stumbled away from him. I felt my face growing hot again, damn it. Why does he keep making me blush?

 “Me?! You’re the one who looked like you were about to sneak a kiss or something.” He sassed, obviously enjoying himself.

 “Y-you wish!” I exclaimed, my face now burning. Did I really look like that? Or is he trying to embarrass me on purpose? He smiled satisfied and picked up the rag that fell in his lap, placing it back on his forehead.

 “Shut up and eat!” I ordered embarrassed, pointing towards the bowl beside him.

 “What’s this?” He said, examining it with a doubtful eye.

 “Oh, it’s stew…” I answered, not wanting to mention that it’s my homemade stew.

 “Stew? Where’d you get it?” He asked, swirling the spoon around and checking it ingredients. It’s hard to read his expression right now.

 “Um, well actually I…made it…” I admitted hesitantly. A look of surprise and maybe even confusion filled his face.

 “You made this? For me?” He asked puzzled, pointing to himself.

 “Pfft, you wish!” I replied slightly amused by his reaction. “I made too much last night and thought I’d get rid of some.” I affirmed.

 “Oh.” He muttered, seemingly disappointed. “Well, thanks for your selfless consideration.” He retorted. Slowly, he raised the spoon to his lips and took a mouthful. I thought I saw his eyes momentarily widen before he started downing the stew. Before I knew it, he was wiping the side of his lips with his hand and setting the cleared bowl to the side. He must have been so hungry.

 “Did you… like it?” I accidentally asked aloud. Why am I worried about whether he liked it or not?

 “It was decent.” He approved. I didn’t know anyone else was going to eat it when I made it last night so I didn’t try my best. I wanted to explain that to him but, I really shouldn’t care so much. Shaking away my thoughts, I grabbed the empty bowl.

 “Care for seconds?” I offered kindly.

 “Please, I’m starving.” He accepted, patting his belly as if to show there’s room for more. After yet another trip to the kitchen, I quickly returned with a full bowl and handed it to Sehun. He ate it almost as quickly as the last.

 “Ah, that hit the spot.” He proclaimed, satisfied.

 “I’m glad you liked it!” I said, grinning uncontrollably. His unexpected reaction sends butterflies down my stomach.

 “Who said I liked it?” He teased.

 “You didn’t have to say it.” I replied pointing at a food spot on his face.

 “Well, I guess it wasn’t bad.” He refused to admit he liked it as he wiped his mouth. How stubborn.

 “Sure, sure.” I said rolling my eyes, taking the bowl from him. “There’s plenty more in the fridge for later.”

 “Thanks, I’ll let you know when I’m hungry again.” He smiled brightly. Did he expect me to stay longer? I couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

 “Okay, well time for your medicine!” I quickly changed the subject before my red cheeks gave me away and handed him the glass of water and a pill.

 “Thanks.” Sehun said before swallowing the pill and gulping down the water. Exhaling in relief, he closed his eyes and leans his head against the headboard. “Finally.” he sighed. I watched him and guilt filled my heart.

 “Sorry…” I barely managed to whisper through the knot in my throat.

 “Huh?” He opened his eyes and looked at me attentively. I stared back into his eyes and the sincere warmth in them pushed me over the edge and tears began to fall. “W-what? Why are you crying again?!” Sehun looked at me with worry and confusion.

 I tried my hardest to hold back the tears and pull myself together but the guilt was eating at me. I thought his threatening to ruin my peaceful life with that SNS post was such a horrible thing to do, but now I can see that it was all a bluff. He wouldn’t do something so cruel. All he really wanted was to get a little payback. I was the only one causing real harm here. He’s being so lenient about it as if his whole week hasn’t been hell because of me. As if I’m not the reason he can’t even get out of bed right now. Why isn’t he being a jerk like I thought he was? Why doesn’t he kick me out of his house or put me in my place? He shouldn’t want to see my face after everything I’ve said and caused. My thoughts ate away at each other as Sehun watched me.

 “Y/n, tell me what’s wrong?” He finally asked and the sound of my name coming so delicately from his lips sent more unexpected butterflies to my stomach. My mind suddenly went blank and all I could think about was the electricity radiating from him. Should I be allowed to feel this? How can there be this… connection from two people who supposedly hate each other? He suddenly reached out to me but I automatically evaded his touch. He drew back his hand and looked up at me, the expression on his face was unclear. We stared at each other for a while, my mind filled with remorse, his eyes flooded with concern. I thought I would melt if I looked at him any longer.

 “Um, I should go.” I finally spoke, breaking eye contact and wiping my loose tears away.

 “Y/n, is everything okay?” Sehun continued to carefully observe me.

 “I have to go.” I said, suddenly feeling my impulse growing stronger, making me want to run as far from Sehun as possible. I need to get out of here, I told myself.

 “Wait, Y/n!” Sehun hollered as I turned and mindlessly walked to the door. “Don’t go, please!” He called out to me and I heard his bed shuffle. Not looking back, I picked up the pace and ran out to the hallway, through the front door and to my car. Why am I running? I thought to myself as my phone started vibrating in my pocket.

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