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postalenha · 3 years

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on and off % jake

pairing: playboybf!jake x reader genre: angst, fluff, lovers to exes, exes to lovers idek word count: 1.89k words requested: yes / prompt 14, “we called it off again last night.” / 18, “it’s been you all along.” / 19, “for the first time, i had something to lose.” synopsis: immaturity isn't needed in a relationship, but that seems to be jake's and your's specialty. warnings: curse words, mentions of drinking, throwing up, su!cide, toxic relationship, making out

"i thought you're going with jake today?" sunghoon asked as you hop into his car.

you rolled your eyes at the thought of riding in the same vehicle as the boy, "no, we called it off again last night."

"again?!" the boy exclaimed, "y/n, that's probably the nth time you guys called it off." he sighed in disbelief, "that's not how relationships work." he commented.

judgingly looking at his way, "yeah? like you know any better?"

"shut up." he started the engine, "this isn't about my love life."

"whatever." you blurt out, "i guess being bad at handling relationship runs in our blood." you jokingly said, as your cousin laugh.

he tilt his head smiling, "damn, of all things that can be passed down, that's what we got."

"well, at least we got good looks. that works as a payoff." he added. you agreed at him with a nod, "anyway." you changed the subject.

"i'm planning on ending it with jake." you stated. he looked at you, "no shit, you sure?" he assured, "to be honest, whatever makes you happy." he added, looking like he wanted to say something but he decided not to.

"don't apologize." you led before he could even say sorry for insisting that you should date his best friend, sim jaeyun.

"i'm not- okay whatever." he almost want to deny the urge but he saw you looking at him with a teasing face, "i just feel a little responsible for all the stress this relationship have caused you." he scratch the back of his head, as you slap his arm.

"shut up, dating him was my decision. you don't have to blame yourself for all the bad decisions i made for myself. i'm an adult now." you told him.

parking his car he nod his head, "okay. just remember i'm here if things are bad, okay?"

"okay." you said, before going out of his car. walking at the corridor of your building, trying to see if jake arrived earlier than you today.

and he certainly did. there he is on his designated seat beside the window, silently watching as the wilted leaves fall down from the tree.

the clock ticks time faster than you expected and your professor came in, not able to call out for jake's name to even talk to him.

sitting down to a chair, you told yourself that you'll talk to him later. and here you are, in front of jake sim at the rooftop of your university's main building.

it might be your lucky day for no one else is here but the two of you. this place is usually cramped with so many people and miraculously today isn't one of those days.

this may be one of the many signs sent from above that this relationship should end as it wasn't right from the beginning.

your blood boils as your cousin sunghoon pushes you into the table of his friend group, "come on! you wouldn't lose anything! he just want to talk to you." he shouts.

"then tell him i don't want to!" you shout back a little annoyed. the last thing you want to do tonight is talk to the famous serial dater, jake sim. "for i know, he just wants the best out of me!"

"come on! jake's not like that!" he defended his friend. to be honest, sunghoon is the last person you should be ranting to. for he is just like his friend, they play with girl's hearts for fun.

you rolled your eyes as you reach the table of ego. the decision of naming that wasn't yours, but the other students. they called this the table of ego because everyone in here got some solid ego. heeseung, jay, sunghoon, jake. all of them.

"y/n! you actually came!" heeseung cheered as soon as he saw you, he scooted a little bit on his right to leave some space between him and jake, "come sit!"

sitting beside him was probably one of the decisions you will forever regret in your life. the memory of that night was a blur. you barely recall anything that happened then.

the only thing that you remember was when jake was reaching for a kiss, you accidentally threw up on him before passing out.

the next day, he told you to be his girlfriend to compensate with the mess you gave his brand new shirt. you said yes just so he could shut up, telling yourself you'll break up with him after a day or two.

two months then passed and you are just breaking everything now. well, it's better late than never. you just didn't expect that he would actually be a good boyfriend.

he's mostly good, not until everything gets complicated even with nothing. you fight over the smallest thing like, not being able to respond to each other's text to someone getting jealous.

it wasn't the best relationship you've been in but it was a good experience. you learned so much and now, it's time to move on.

"what is it that you wanted to say?" jake impatiently snapped you back into reality. you swallowed a good amount of saliva before saying, "let's break up."

it was better to say it forward than beating around the bush. with this, more time and energy will be saved. because even if you give him an explanation he probably won't listen.

he slowly blinked and sighed, looking away he said "okay. if that's what you want." see. he wouldn't even bother asking you why.

well, if you get things easy. they would also go easily, "okay. it was fun meeting you." you head out, leaving him there.

he most probably would not be so upset that he might think of jumping off the building, but you still prayed that he wont.

and he didn't. you can guarantee that as you see that three weeks later jake sim is with a woman walking the same isle as you are. the chances of you seeing him here at this huge mall was small, but never impossible.

you grabbed your friend's hand trying to hide from the sight of the man, "what are you doing-"

"shut up, jake is here." you told here looking at their way, walking into a clothing store. you hurriedly go and sit at a restaurant far from them and ordered food when your friend speak up.

"y/n, what's the point of hiding now when you guys already broke up?" she patheticly looked at you who's trying to hide from a menu list.

putting the menu list down on the table, you crossed your arms, "i am not hiding from him. i simply don't want to involve myself with anything that has to do with him."

"yeah, like seeing him in a shopping mall involves you with him." she said with full sarcasm. "you have no idea how pathetic that sounded."

not listening to anything she said, you started eating your pasta. almost choking when you saw a familliar figure walk in the restaurant.

trying your best to lean down and not get noticed you hear your friend call, "jake!" you kick her feet under the table as you see jake wave back and walks closer.

"what the fuck did you just do?" you whispered at her, she just smiles like an idiot as jake reach your table.

"hello, jia." he greeted your friend, "hi, y'n."

flashing a fake smile, you said "hi." satisfied with how annoyed you are, jia announced "you guys can join us! we got two extra seats here."

"we don't want to intrude-" you cut him off, "yes, there are a lot of vacant tables. they sure can find their own, right?"

serving a glass of wine, a waiter says "oh, we're fully booked, ma'am. so if you want to eat here, you have to wait for another hour or so." he said pouring some on your glass. "if you'll excuse me."

"it would be rude if we don't invite you right? so join!" your friend cheered as the girl jake's with sit next to you.

taking a sip of your wine whenever jake helps the girl cut her steak, you became unaware of how drunk you are. "so, when did you meet jake?" you asked the girl.

to be frank, she was quiet the whole time. just sitting there, not saying a thing but a "thanks." whenever jake helps her with anything.

"you can't answer that? well can you tell me if you are able to use your hands to their purpose? like cutting off a steak or puring your own glass of wine?"

"y/n-" your friend tried to stop you. but you didn't listen. you just continued to blabber nonsense until jake grabbed your wrist to the bathroom.

shaking your hand off his grip you screamed at him asking, "why did you bring me here?!"

"y/n why are you being so rude?" he calmly asked you.

you sarcastically laughed, "i'm being rude? who's more rude when you're out here eating at the same table as your ex-girlfriend and your current girlfriend?"

"current girlfriend- y/n that's my cousin!" he tried to calm himself by breathing slowly, pushing the side of his mouth using his tounge "do you really think i could replace you that fast?"

the sudden question made you feel like someone cut off your tounge. because you mostly have answer for everything but this. his question caught you off guard.

"when you broke up with me, i never asked why. i knew you were tired and i don't want to exhaust you more." you hear his voice shake as he speak. "i was also tired and we both needed a break."

you looked straight at his eyes that are sparkling from moist done by the tears that he have been trying so hard to hold back, "but as time pass by, i felt more and more empty. there is a big mark of you in my heart that ever since you left, no one has ever filled."

"nobody could ever fit in, but you." cupping your face he also wipe your tears away. "i never felt that way before. it's like, for the first time, i had something to lose."

"jake, i-" it was as if you forgot how to compose a word. you never knew he felt the same way you did when you broke up with him.

maybe sunghoon was more of your cousin than he is jake's friend. because if jake only knew how many times you told sunghoon that you miss him, he would've came back faster than this.

he smiled pulling you into a hug, "it's fine if you don't feel the same way anymore. i understand that. but i just want you to know that i am not the douchebag you think i am."

pulling away from the hug, you see his eyes were bloodshot "sorry, the last thing i want to do is make you cry-" you pulled him into a kiss not letting another word out of his mouth.

running out of breath, you seperated his lips from yours. you widely smiled at him, "it’s been you all along."

kissing outside a three star restaurant's restroom isn't as ideal as other comeback stories, but you wouldn't ask for anything else. as long as you have jake in your arms, your heart is content.

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ncssian · 3 years

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A Favor: Part Eleven

Nessian Modern AU

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a/n: first chapter after acosf!! im sorry for how short this one is, but acosf wrecked me and writing this put me back together. i hope it does something similar for you ❤️

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“You say you’ve been doing better lately?”

The therapist’s office is plain, a little gloomy, but big windows overlook the center of town that make Nesta feel less suffocated.

She nods, “Yeah.”

“How would you describe ‘better’?” Dr. Bond— Lana, she insists on being called— has been endlessly patient with Nesta’s non-answers so far. Nesta almost feels bad and decides to throw the woman a rope.

“I’m not alone anymore,” she says. “I used to be alone all the time, but now I have friends, sort of… and a boyfriend.” She still loves that word. It’s never tasted so exciting before.

“You were always alone before this, then? Or were there just people that you didn’t consider noteworthy?”

A scowl rises to Nesta’s mouth. Damn, she works quick. “I was raised with two sisters in a one-bedroom apartment. I never got to be alone, but then I grew up, and…” Her mind wants to skip over the time she spent in college. “For the last couple of years, I holed up in my own place. Never wanted to talk to anybody or see them. If people took an interest in me, I shut them down because I didn’t have an interest in them.”

“You missed a few years,” Lana notes.

“What?”

“You’re twenty-four, and you moved out at eighteen. Where were you before getting your own place?”

Numbness seeps through Nesta at the question. She knows she can ask Lana to change the topic, but that will only bring it back later. “I had a boyfriend in college,” she says flatly. “I lived with him for a few years, but like you said, it isn’t noteworthy.”

“As a fellow lone wolf, I disagree.” Lana’s clinical polite face is unchanging. “Any person who you trust enough to let into your life is noteworthy.”

Nesta says nothing.

“I’m interested in these people you’ve chosen to trust,” her therapist continues after a beat of silence. “Why don’t we start with whoever you trust most?”

Nesta snorts. This she can talk about.

“His name is Cassian. I’ve been living with him ever since my apartment got flooded a couple of months ago, and he’s always been a good friend to me.” She sits there, thinking about what else to say. “I think I like him more than I’ve ever liked anybody.”

“This is the new boyfriend?”

Nesta nods.

“Do you compare him to the old one?”

Nesta doesn’t know what this lady’s angle is, but she answers carefully, “I used to. Back when I first moved in. I haven’t done it in a long time, though.”

“Why not?”

The answer is simple. “There’s no need to. He’s not comparable to anybody.”

“Is that why you opened up to him after two years of self-imposed isolation?”

Nesta looks away. “It wasn’t isolation,” she defends. “It’s just… after a lifetime of being subjected to the gaze of strangers, I wanted to hide. I liked hiding.” Mostly.

“What does that mean, the gaze of strangers?”

Question after cool question, this one. Nesta struggles to find a proper answer.

“You know how,” she starts slowly, “as soon as you start school, you’re placed into this bubble with a bunch of people who don’t know you and have no reason to care about you? There’s a shift in how you view people, and how people view you. And I thought I could leave it behind once I graduated high school, but it followed me to college and to parties and into everyday interactions.”

“What is it?”

“It’s this—” Nesta waves her hands, “judgment. It’s that thing you do as soon as you meet someone, and you try to determine whether they’re worth your time or not. Whether they’re above or below you in this made-up social hierarchy in your head.”

“Explain that more,” Lana says.

“We want to hang around people we find cool. And when we meet someone new, we inspect them, look them up and down, to see if they fit our definition of cool. We take them apart. Everyone does it, even you. And with me,” she shrugs, “I’m pretty, I wear the right clothes, I do my makeup. So at first glance, people think, ‘Oh, I can see myself getting to know her better. I can see myself liking her.’ But then they take a closer look at me, and it’s like…” Her fingers flutter in the air, trying to support her thoughts. “I can see their minds changing. ‘Nevermind, I was wrong. Nevermind, there’s something off with her. She’s a little quiet, a little weird, a little bitchy.’”

Lana narrows her eyes. “And Cassian doesn’t look at you like that?”

Nesta looks away. “He doesn’t look at anyone like that.”

It’s what used to make her so uncomfortable about him. She was incapable of fathoming his honesty, his genuineness, his kindness. She thought he was even weirder than her for it— she placed him beneath her on her social hierarchy for it.

Lana frowns thoughtfully. “And now you two live together?”

Nesta nods, then shrugs. “For the next twenty-four hours, we do. He’s helping me move back into my old place.”

Because that was another conversation she and Cassian had on Thanksgiving night. It was a long time coming, but also the perfect time.

“You’re saying your apartment has been ready for weeks? Why are you just telling me now?”

Nesta pillowed her face on his chest, not as upset at revealing the news as she would have been some days ago. “Because I was scared that if I moved out, I would lose my friendship with you.”

“That never would have happened—”

“We wouldn’t see each other every day anymore. Even if we didn’t go back to being complete strangers, the closeness would be lost.”

“You must not know me, then. I would’ve texted you every fucking hour. You’d never hear the end of me.”

“I couldn’t guarantee that back then.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “I can now.” She crawled higher up his body, lowering her voice to a secretive pitch. “Want to know why?”

“Why?” he whispered.

“Because you’re mine now. And that’s what I was waiting for while I made Lorene hold that shitty empty apartment for me. I was waiting for a catalyst, a revelation.” She pressed a kiss to his sternum. “And I most definitely got it.” The pleasant ache between her legs was proof enough. “Also,” she added, “it would be weird if you lived with your girlfriend before even having a first date with her.”

Cassian huffed a laugh. “You have a point there. We have been moving backwards, haven’t we?”

Nesta nodded into his skin.

He got a little quiet. “Still,” he said after a moment. “I’ll miss you.”

“You’ll see me every day. I’ll be fifteen minutes away.”

“I’ll still miss you.”

“I know.”

“What does talking about guys have to do with my therapy?” Nesta squirms, getting restless with the topic.

“Lots of things,” Lana says, putting down her notepad. “It gets you comfortable with expressing your feelings to me, and it teaches me about how you view the world. Besides, therapy isn’t just a rehashing of past traumas, you know. We can talk about whatever you want here, especially if it makes you feel good.”

“Well, I want to talk about something else.” She’s not spending this much money by the hour just to talk about how much she likes Cassian— she can go to Cassian for that for free.

“Like what?” Lana asks smoothly.

She’s offering an opening, finally, to the real reason that Nesta’s here.

Nesta pulls at the sleeves of her sweatshirt, wondering where to start. “I feel like I’ve been growing up lately,” she says carefully. “I have all these new people in my life to be responsible for, and I’m— I want to do it right. But I’m worried I won’t have room for new things until I pack up some of my old shit, so that’s why I’m here, I guess. I don’t want to hold on to all of my old shit anymore.”

At Lana’s encouraging silence, she continues, “I spent my whole life stuck in a suffocating town, and as soon as I left, I got stuck in a relationship. By the time I knew what freedom felt like, I— I’d been left behind. Everyone I knew was moving onto bigger things and all I had was this shitbag of a past. So I got a new place and started law school and called it a fresh start, but now I’m here and I’m not sure if I ever got better.”

She takes a sharp breath after everything that’s spilled.

Lana purses her lips, letting the room absorb Nesta’s words. After a long moment, she says, “Just because bad things stop happening to someone, doesn’t mean they instantly get better. It’s a good thing that you’re recognizing that before stepping into new relationships, Nesta.”

Lana glances at the clock on the wall. “I’m afraid that’s all the time we have for today, but this was a productive first session.” She offers a small smile. “Same time next week?” She says it as if it isn’t already a done deal.

Nesta nods gratefully anyway, unable to say anything else. As soon as she’s out the door, a pent-up sigh escapes her. That wasn’t so bad.

***

Later that night, Nesta doesn’t miss Cassian’s wistful stare as he takes down the painting he got her from the fall festival. Nor does she miss how slowly he packs it away.

Once the bedroom she made her home is as sparse as the day she moved in, all her things packed away neatly in boxes, Nesta wraps her arms around Cassian and pulls him to the bed. There, she lets him hold her close, their breaths and limbs intertwining as they lie in thoughtful silence.

“I can’t believe I’ll never see this room again,” Nesta says quietly.

Cassian’s eyes widen in alarm. “What do you mean, never again?”

“I’ll be staying in your room whenever I visit, remember?” Her underwear already occupies a drawer in his closet.

Cassian visibly relaxes when he remembers, then smiles. “Right. Of course.”

She lets herself sink deeper into his embrace. “I just realized you’ve never seen my apartment before.” He was waiting at the front door of Lorene’s place while Nesta collected her things all those weeks ago, but she cringes at the thought of him visiting now. The clear wealth gap between her and Cassian doesn’t usually show, but it’ll be undeniable with the cramped room she calls an apartment. “Maybe it’s best if I move back in without your help. There might not even be space there for your huge body.”

“Sounds more appealing by the minute.” He’s not joking. He tilts up Nesta’s chin so she’s forced to meet his eyes. “I can’t wait to start partaking in your life the way you took over mine. Spending nights at your place, meeting your friends, riding in your car instead of mine.”

Nesta swallows.

“I’m gonna miss you like hell, but it’ll be for the best.”

He’s right: this is what’s best for their budding relationship right now. Moving out, creating even a little bit of distance— all of it is so they can finally learn each other as lovers instead of roommates. So when they do come back together, which Nesta firmly believes they will, it’ll be stronger than ever before.

Some of their shared sadness flits away at the truth of it. She only places her hand on his cheek, content to appreciate this view— this beautiful, hazel-shaded view— without further chitchat or goodbyes.

Cassian is not as fond of the silence. “I need to tell you something,” he says seriously after a few minutes.

After only a handful of days dating Cassian, Nesta knows what he’s going to say. “Don’t,” she warns, unamused.

He grins conspiratorially and leans in even closer, until their mouths are almost brushing. “You’re my everything, Nesta.”

“Oh my god, stop it.” She squirms out of his hold and gets up, tossing the blankets off herself.

“No, come back!” He makes a grab for her sleeve. “We have to use the bed one last time—”

But she’s already running off.

***

Cassian carefully arranges the canvas painting on the wall, taking a step back to determine if it’s hanging straight. The ruby and amber leaves of the landscape stand out against the dull teal walls of Nesta’s basement apartment, but he’s just getting started.

The rest of Nesta’s things are half-unpacked from their cardboard boxes, but instead of going for the important shit first, he finds the box he specifically marked FAVES in bold letters the night before.

While Nesta wrangles to get her clothes back into her old closet in the background, Cassian crouches and rips open the small box. There, lying atop his girlfriend’s favorite trinkets and personal items, is the framed photo he snuck in without her noticing.

It’s of the two of them at the fall festival, taken mere hours before their first kiss. Nesta is pressed up close to Cassian (her excuse being that it was cold), and a genuine light fills her eyes, one that Cassian never thought he’d be able to capture on camera. Cassian himself isn’t looking at the camera, but down at Nesta with wind-flushed cheeks and a distant smile. Making sure she’s having a good time, that she truly wants to be there with him in that moment.

He never realized how close they looked in that picture until he had it printed and framed, not long after Nesta announced she was moving out. He can’t believe he didn’t see it sooner.

Standing up, he places the photo on Nesta’s wooden dresser. Nesta still has her head in the closet, moving things around, but Cassian makes no announcement of his gift to her. She’ll notice it sooner or later.

He clears his throat. “Wanna take a break and order Chinese?”

Nesta pops her head out of the closet, her ponytail ruffled and eyes narrowed at him. “Have you even been helping this whole time?”

“Standing here and looking pretty is harder than it seems, but I don’t expect any credit from you,” he jokes. “Just let me buy you lunch.”

Nesta grumbles something he chooses not to hear, but straightens up and rubs her spine with a wince. “I need a fucking chiropractor,” she mutters.

Guilt shoots through Cassian at that small wince, and he resolves to finish organizing Nesta’s closet for her before the day is over. Nesta goes on, “So? Still determined to split your time between here and the cabin?” She gestures to the apartment with an arm.

It’s really just a glorified single room, with a rusty kitchenette in the corner, a hallway near the stairs that holds the bathroom, and Nesta’s bed pushed against one wall. It’s nothing special, but Cassian loves it. Mostly because he can already envision each new nook and cranny to take Nesta against, and how he wants to wake up in that too-small bed on days that he’s too lazy to drive home.

“It’s perfect,” he says simply. Thank you for sharing your home with me, is what he really means. Speaking of homes—

Cassian digs around in his pocket, finding and pulling out a newly-minted silver key. “I almost forgot to give you this.”

Nesta frowns, coming forward to take the key from him. He uses the closeness as an excuse to wrap his arms around her waist while she inspects the object.

She glances up at him, eyes softer than they were a moment ago, lips slightly parted. “You’re giving me a key to the cabin?”

He shrugs casually. “You should’ve gotten one a long time ago.” She used either Cassian’s key or the spare while she lived there.

Her mouth is still open, and she closes it once, twice, before finally saying, “I don’t have a key to my place for you.”

“But I can get one,” she adds quickly. “If you want it, that is.”

Of course he wants it, but he keeps his face carefully neutral. “Only if you want me to have one. We’re still new, and this is your personal space.” He emphasizes your.

Nesta purses her lips, then says, “I’ll think about it.”

Cassian’s shoulders slump in relief— relief that Nesta is being honest with him instead of doing something she isn’t yet ready for. He’ll take her honesty over an apartment key any day.

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he smiles brightly and shoves her toward the bed. “If we’re getting dumplings again then you can’t steal mine.”

***

a/n: fair warning that ive never been to therapy, but in stories therapists are usually a mode for character exploration and development, which is what nesta's therapy will be for.

also im so glad i got to meet gwyn in acosf and im so excited to introduce her into this fic too!! if you have ideas for her origin story feel free to share because nothing is planned yet

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an-sceal · 3 years

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Sleeping Sickness (Cobra Kai Fic)

Unfinished and abandoned, but going through this I can see seeds of each of the other stories/series I've written since then. This was written before I'd seen all of season 2, and any of season 3. I ultimately binned it because in my headcanon there's no way Johnny would have let Kreese be around his students if he'd at ALL recognized what he went through as abuse.

CW: vague mentions of child abuse, child s**ual abuse, s**ual assault

Johnny

He doesn’t remember the drive from his apartment- had he been at his apartment? Didn’t he come from the dojo? That’s not unusual, the autopilot, but moreso than it used to be. He hasn’t gotten behind the wheel loaded in months. Buzzed, which, yaddayadda, but not blind drunk. For a second he doesn’t know where he is, and then LaRusso’s perfect fucking life swims into focus and he groans.

Leaning against his steering wheel hurts too much, pulls things in places he can’t think about right now. Johnny opens his door and stumbles out of his car, winding up on his hands and knees when he can’t swing the low exit with anything approaching grace. LaRusso’s driveway has a crack in it, unavoidable in earthquake country, but it’s incongruous with the shadow of perfection cast by LaRusso’s house.

Johnny shouldn’t be here, but he doesn’t know how to leave.

You can leave anytime you want, Mr. Lawrence. I’m not keeping you here.

“Fuck you, old man.” Johnny pulls himself to his feet, running a hand through his hair. His clothes feel constricting, seams digging in, buttons chafing his skin, but they’re holding him in, keeping the world at least that much farther away from him.

Johnny stands on the front step and tries to make himself knock. Or he thinks he does.

He doesn’t remember.

Daniel

He and Amanda are sitting together on the couch in their pajamas, about to turn off the news and head to bed when both their phones ding with a motion alert from the front door camera. Daniel glances across the living room toward the foyer and sees that the light has come on over the front step. He goes to check it out, expecting to chase the Shermans corgi out of the bushes again, and finds Johnny Lawrence standing two feet from his front door.

Johnny’s hands are clenched into fists. Daniel would take it as a threat, but Johnny’s eyes aren’t tracking him, aren’t assessing a place to strike. He narrows his own, but the only thing he can smell is the wisteria and night blooming jasmine that climbs the trellis over their entry way.

He waits for Johnny to say something. And waits. He’s about to shut the door and go to bed when Amanda speaks. “Would you like to come in, Johnny?”

Daniel glances sideways at her, but she’s not looking at him, not even to scold him for his lacking manners. She’s got a pinch between her eyebrows that wasn’t there a moment ago.

He backs away from the door to make room, but nothing happens. He waves a hand into the house. Same. He glances at Amanda, and the tightness around her eyes has become a small frown. Daniel clears his throat softly.

“Hey man, are you okay?”

He doesn’t get an answer, but as Johnny brushes past him on the way into the house he can smell beer. At this point the man is probably 5% alcohol by volume whether he’s been drinking or not. There’s nothing sharp to the smell, nothing fresh or hinting at a brown bag with an empty bottle on this lawn.

Amanda has already led their guest into the living room by the time he’s done locking the door again. He takes a seat beside her on the sofa, Johnny at an angle on the loveseat across from them.

They wait again. Daniel is already thrumming with the low-grade buzz of whatever it is that gets under his skin every time he sees Johnny Lawrence, and in the late night silence it’s easy to pretend it’s annoyance.

“Are you going to say--”

Amanda puts her hand on his knee, just as Johnny cuts him off.

“Would you take my kids if I close the dojo?” Johnny’s voice is wrecked. He sounds like he’s been smoking a pack a day for 40 years, or come down with strep throat and tried to gargle it away with battery acid.

Daniel’s jaw clicks shut. He… What now?

“That sounds painful. Let me get you some water, at least.” Amanda slips away toward the kitchen, placing a hand lightly on Johnny’s shoulder as she goes. Johnny flinches.

Daniel meets his thousand-yard stare with suspicion, still trying to nail down what flavour of wasted this might be. Maybe it’s drugs, but he can almost imagine the denial, the pitch Johnny’s voice would take on. “I’m a drunk, asshole, not a junkie.”

“They need someone--” Johnny breaks off into a small coughing fit, grimacing, and Daniel is starting to wonder if he’s got consumption or something. That, or maybe he’s high, and this is all a scruffy blonde hallucination.

“They’ve got you,” he allows, because he’s too tired to make it sound like an insult.

Something changes in Johnny’s face, under the obvious bruising and around his bloodshot eyes. He gets sharper, somehow, more in focus. His breath stutters, jaw clenching before he winces and squeezes his eyelids closed. He shifts on the sofa, obviously trying to adjust to whatever injury he’s currently favouring, and that same wreck of a voice is so much more at home now, so in keeping with the defensive way he holds himself.

“Can’t do it. Need someone to keep them safe from Kreese.”

They aren’t friends or anything, but Daniel knows enough to see how much it costs Johnny to be there, to ask that, to admit to wanting any help at all. He suspects if it wasn’t for his kids, Johnny would slink off into the hills like a coyote.

Where the hell did Amanda go, anyway?

Johnny’s gaze has dropped to his own hands, and Daniel follows it. A few of his knuckles are bloodied, and one finger is darkly bruised. There’s something under his fingernails, but it could be anything. Daniel tells himself that firmly. It could be anything. It’s blood.

“He’ll hurt them,” Johnny rasps, his large hands working over each other without a care for the obvious injuries.

It’s only because Daniel is staring at Johnny’s hands that he notices the fine tremors rippling through his whole body.

Johnny

He knows he’s fucked up by coming here, to Daniel with his permanent and well-earned grudge. To Lady LaRusso and her sharp-eyed sympathy. He knows. They’re going to see through him, realize his failure and fix it, and then he’ll leave.

Nausea cramps at his stomach again when Amanda comes back from the kitchen and hands him a mug of tea. What is it with fucking tea? This stuff smells like weak ginger ale and grass, and Johnny has to press his other hand over his mouth to make sure he swallows back the bile that rises in his throat. His throat feels…

It feels like nothing. It’s all nothing. He can get through this.

The mug is hot, and it feels good against the finger he thinks might be dislocated, maybe broken. The tea scalds his skin when he shakes a little too obviously, and someone takes it away. Someone is talking to him. Someone is asking him things he doesn’t know the answers to. Is he okay? Fuck yeah, he’s awesome- it’s the rest of the world that sucks. Is he hurt? Nothing hurts because everything hurts, and anyway he can’t draw a deep enough breath to explain that.

People are talking to him, blue eyes, brown, and he just needs it to be nothing again, so he covers his face with his hands and tries to block it out. But that’s for pussies anyway, and nothing happened.

“Hey, hey, stop that.” LaRusso’s wrapping a hand around his wrist, gently, but not the gentle of something delicate. Gently, because he thinks Johnny is dangerous, a cornered animal about to bite. Which he is. He’s biting his hand, making a noise, Jesus fuck, what kind of man makes that noise?

The renewed taste of blood in his mouth is such a welcome relief that it almost calms the monster caught halfway between his gut and his throat, trying to claw its way out of his chest.

There’s a firm hand on his forehead, pushing his hair back. Amanda is sitting on the coffee table in front of him, directing his face so all he can see hers when she puts both her hands on his cheeks and makes everything go still for a second.

Daniel, Daniel fuckin LaRusso, who once kicked him in the face and ruined (saved maybe) his life, sits down next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders. And he fucking lets him.

Amanda presses against the sides of his face again, steady and trying to make him look at her. He does, for a second, before he gets fascinated by her earring and looks there instead.

“We’ll do yes or no for now, okay?”

He nods, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

“Is one of your students in trouble right now?”

They think he’d be here, if one of his kids was-- Johnny shakes his head.

“Do you need a doctor?”

Fucking people and their health insurance, like you can just go see a doctor any time you want. If he’s still pissing blood next week he’ll do a drop in at the Planned Parenthood and pretend he thinks he’s got VD.

His throat tightens at the thought, then his stomach, and he tries to tell them he’s going to puke. He must manage something, verbal or not. LaRusso shoves some fancy ass decorative bowl under his face, and Johnny drools into it like a dog who ate grass. His body wars- stomach wanting to expel, throat too swollen to allow it, and his lungs and ribs caught somewhere between, stabbing him with every hitching attempt to get a handle on himself.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” The last thing he should want are hands on him. He should be fighting. He should be, but he’s already lost tonight. He’s lost.

Johnny throws up in Daniel LaRusso’s stupid bowl, on his stupid couch, in his stupid house. Daniel’s stupid warm hand is on his back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulders. Daniel’s beautiful wife is petting his hair. He thinks he maybe got blood on her robe.

The last heave feels like it tears something in his abdomen, and he welcomes the fresh, white-hot pain. It doesn’t erase the rest, but he’s a body built for endurance. This, at least is something real to live through, not some pansy panic attack.

After a minute the bowl disappears, and he swallows the noise he makes when the warmth at his side goes with it. Amanda holds the mug up for him to drink from, and he doesn’t even take it from her, just swallows and pretends it’s not the second most disgusting thing he’s had in his mouth tonight.

Her attention is all on setting the mug on the table next to her when Johnny manages to grind out what he came here for. “It was just supposed to be me. But he’ll pick favorites again.”

The clear-eyed horror on her face is instant, and he wants to apologize, to make her understand that it was supposed to be safe. That it’s his fault Kreese did those things, his fault he let it happen, his fault he was weak and needy and made a grown man want him those ways. Johnny is the problem. His kids were never supposed to be involved.

Amanda tries to touch his face again, but he jerks away. He’d let her before, but now he realizes she might have rested her fingers on the filth smeared all over him, that he brought that here, to them, these people who owe him nothing and don’t even really like him. He’s a carrier, a plague rat. And all he can do is try to keep Miguel and the rest of them safe from the disease that’s been in him since the first time his sensei told him he was good and he knew he’d do anything to keep feeling that way.

“Is he still…” She always has the right words, but she’s clearly at a loss for how to ask someone who punches everything that pisses him off if he’s such a pussy that an old man is giving him the bad touch.

The numb reality settles over him, so much colder than before. He hit his knees like he was 14 again, swallowed John Kreese’s poison like a willing little bitch. “He swore it was just me, that he’d never-- that I’d always made him-- They weren’t part of it. I did what he wanted.”

The sound of glass shattering against LaRusso’s million dollar tile floor doesn’t even make him flinch.

Daniel

Daniel sweeps up the glass carefully, watching the upstairs hallway to make sure neither of the kids comes down. By the time he’s got everything in the trash, he’s pretty sure he didn’t wake them. From the kitchen, he can see Johnny hunched miserably on the loveseat, and Amanda perched next to him, one hand on his shoulder. She’s speaking, but he can’t hear what she’s saying.

He’s surprised he can hear anything at all, when the rush of blood to his head is still pounding in his ears. His mind is spinning a million scenarios, each more disturbing than the last, and it’s fucking him up on a fundamental level that his grounding point is the knowledge that Johnny goddamn Lawrence would probably throw himself in front of a bullet to protect one of his students. Daniel doesn’t understand how that can co-exist with the way he allowed Kreese into his dojo, even supervised.

Don’t you, though? He might be three decades older, and Terry Silver hasn’t emerged from the shadows to twist him up again, but the knowledge that a mentor could use you against your own better judgement isn’t all that hard to recall. For the millionth time, he wishes he could talk to Mr. Miyagi.

Then again, Mr. Miyagi wasn’t some kind of mystic. He was just an old man who’d seen a lot more pain and life than Daniel. The single most important thing Mr. Miyagi had given him was kindness in the face of his own anger and self-doubt. It wasn’t an ancient karate secret-- it was just compassion. Humanity.

At the end of the day, sharing that with Johnny couldn’t be that hard, could it?

#cobra kai fanfic #unfinished/abandoned #cw: past child abuse #cw: assault #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #amanda larusso

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chloekwon-moved · 3 years

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HOPES !

SUMMARY :: In which Chloe gets her hopes up. CHARACTERS :: Chloe Kwon, Kim Sunwoo, Han Jisung WORDS :: 2.2K WARNINGS :: drinking, drunk characters, anxiety, implied sexual content ( if i missed anything let me know ! )

Chloe knew she was hopeless romantic and maybe just a bit too optimistic, but she couldn’t help the fact that she wanted to see the best in everything and everyone. It had gotten her into trouble in the past, the whole situation with her father making her just a bit wary of anyone for a while, but she couldn’t help the way that she trusted far too easily. She was always the one to fall too fast and too hard in her relationships and she just found it better to steer clear from them most of the time, it got her in far less trouble. That was until she met Sunwoo.

Chloe and Sunwoo had known each other by proxy for a little over a year before they actually became close to one another, Kevin and Felix being big reasons for that. They had seen each other at quite a few hang outs between fellow 2000-liners and had even greeted each other backstage when Chloe would sneak back into music shows to watch any of her friends performing. They were never close, but fate had seemed to keep them at arm's length from each other.

It wasn’t until Kevin invited Chloe over for a ‘friendly gathering’ as he called it, though that was really just an excuse for them to throw a rager celebrating their first win. Chloe wasn’t one to refuse a party, and she definitely wouldn’t say no when most of her friends were already invited anyway.

The party wasn’t anything special, just a normal house party that Chloe had really only seen on TV before her hiatus, though she definitely wasn’t going to be giving up the chance at free booze, especially in a place she knew there would be no prying cameras around for once. The party lasted for what felt like hours and Chloe knew she was going to wake up with a massive hangover the next day and she didn’t realize the need to call it quits until she watched Chan try ITZY’s debut choreography, while being absolutely plastered. On any normal night, Chloe would have stayed and laughed with the rest of the crowd, but she could feel herself being sentimental and she knew she needed to get out. She put on the best fake smile she could manage (something that she had gotten incredibly good as since her hiatus had started) and pushed her way through the crowd, feeling a pair of eyes on her as she walked away, though she refused to look back to see who’s prying eyes they were.

She wandered around the dorm, hoping to find one of the bathrooms, which was always much easier to find in a sober state and while she was trying to keep her mind off of the many thoughts whirling in her mind. Chloe couldn’t stop herself from wondering about the what-ifs all the time, what if she hadn’t been a solo artist and she had actually debuted in a group like she had originally planned? She misses the bond that she shared with her close friends when they were trainees, the late night talks of them wondering if they would be able to stand on that stage together one day. Chloe wasn’t dumb, she knew there was no chance she would debut in TWICE when she was part of Sixteen, but she thought the promotions were about the group that would be formed after, not for her solo debut. Part of her always wondered if she had just been the one that they saved and kept for ITZY if she would be in the situation she was in now. Would her father still have tried to reach out? Maybe it would have happened, but it wouldn't have been when she was so young and impressionable where it left a mark on her that she can’t seem to shake, a mark that makes her scared of even stepping on stage again.

Chloe wasn’t sure how long she had been standing in the hallway, how long she had been lost in her own thoughts, when a hand came out and rested on her shoulder, making her jump slightly. She whipped her head around to see a concerned looking Sunwoo staring back at her. He said nothing, instead just pulled her into one of the rooms in the dorm, effectively cutting off a lot of the sound coming from outside, letting Chloe’s head finally clear just a bit.

“Are you okay?” he questioned lightly, keeping a good bit of distance between the two of them. Even from Chloe’s intoxicated state, she could tell that the boy was nowhere near sober with the way he was swaying slightly as he watched her. “Jisung saw you leave and he seemed worried.”

“I’m fine,” Chloe smiled. “The music just got a bit too much for me for a second there.”

Sunwoo nodded, but Chloe could tell that he wasn’t convinced, not in the slightest. “Do you want to talk about it?” he leaned forward slightly and smiled a bright, drunk smile. “I hear talking things out with an unbiased third party is a pretty good option.”

Chloe looked at him for a long, hard minute, trying to figure out if the boy was serious or not. She rolled her eyes and thought fuck it, the boy was probably drunk enough where he wouldn’t rememebr it in the morning anyway, and started spilling. She told him about everything involving her father and how she was so scared to step on stage again, maybe it was because she was out of practice, or maybe it’s because the last time she stepped on stage was what led her father to her, but she can never be too sure. She talked and talked about things that she was even too scared to tell her own mother or any of her closest friends and Chloe found out that for a drunk guy, Sunwoo was surprisingly good at listening. She also found out that it was nice to finally let it all out.

Sunwoo let her talk, only interjecting whenever he felt fit and even started to talk about his own problems and Chloe sat there and listened intently, happy to listen and even help if that’s what he wanted. Though Chloe found out quite quickly that Sunwoo liked to rant, let out his feelings without the thought of actually having to fix them.

The two stayed in the small cramped room, and honestly, Chloe wasn’t sure who’s room it was at this point, talking for hours. Somewhere along the way they dropped the rants and it turned into just funny stories about their childhood. Chloe was in the middle of the one time her mom had tried to bake a cake for her birthday, almost setting their small apartment on fire in the process, when Chan burst through the door, a concerned look on his face.

“Chloe! There you are!” he sighed, a bright smile that would have made fifteen year old Chloe swoon, adoring his face. “We’re about to head out, you wanna walk about with us?”

Chloe looked back at Sunwoo once more, seeing the boy look about ready to fall asleep sitting up, before turning back to Chan and getting up to her feet. “I guess so, Yerim would kill me if I stayed out too much longer.”

Chan nodded lightly, knowing the wrath of Chloe’s manager first hand when she stayed out at the studio far too late trying to keep Chan company as he stressed over songs for one of their comebacks. After that night, Chan was quick to pull the plug on things before it got too late.

“Bye Sunwoo,” she waved back at the other boy, smiling brightly. “See you later.”

Sunwoo nodded and pulled himself up to a bed that Chloe could only assume was his own as the other two made their way out the door. Chloe couldn’t stop the bright smile on her face and the small bit of butterflies in her stomach as she made her way back to her dorm, ignoring the strange glances from some of the other boys she was walking with.

Chloe’s not sure when their relationship went from casual talks and letting off steam by ranting about their lives, to whatever they have now, but she’s not sure she’s complaining about it. Chloe knows what happened to turn them into this, getting a little bit too drunk one night, while talking about how hard it was to meet anyone as an idol (Chloe’s dating ban had just lifted and she was a bit frustrated), led to the slightly younger boy leaning in and placing his lips against hers. Chloe knew how it happened, but she’s not sure when it went from just friends to something more, when it went from one kiss to much, much more than that. All Chloe knew is that she was in far too deep and she wanted far more in this relationship than what she could only assume Sunwoo did.

There were times that Chloe was sure Sunwoo wanted the same thing as her. The late night chats, where Sunwoo would look at her like she was the only girl in the world. The sweet words he would whisper to her when they would fall into bed together. The times that he would initiate the two of them hanging out with each other. Those times everything felt so, so real and Chloe could feel her hopes rising with each smile from the slightly younger boy.

Chloe felt her hopes soar when Sunwoo offered to come and watch her comeback stage, saying he wanted to come and support two of his friends. Chloe never really asked her friends to come and support her stages, only a handful of them coming to visit in the years she had been in the industry, so to say that Chloe was excited to see Sunwoo sitting in the waiting room with her and Jisung, would be an understatement.

“Chloe we have to head down,” Jisung’s voice rang through the room, causing Chloe’s eyes to finally move away from where they were trained on Sunwoo’s position as he played some game on his phone. Jisung had been uncharacteristically quiet today, rather than any of the days they had been recording and practicing for this comeback, Chloe just figured that he was nervous for recording without the rest of Stray Kids.

The older girl nodded, standing from her position, smoothing down the front of her dress as she made her way across the room.

“Good luck!” Sunwoo yelled out, smiling brightly, only causing the older to smile back at him as she made her way out the door.

The two walked quietly, all of Chloe’s backup dancers going up ahead of the two since they needed some final touch ups done on their makeup. “You nervous?” Chloe spoke up in the almost awkward silence that never seemed to fall over them before.

“Huh?”

“You just seem kind of out of it today, I thought you might be nervous,” Chloe shrugged.

“I mean I guess, don’t you get nervous before you perform?” he questioned, hitting his microphone against his hand.

“Not really,” she answered with a small shrug. “Only like big performances, I guess.”

“Shouldn’t every performance be a big performance?” Jisung questioned, tilting his head slightly. The thought made Chloe stop in her tracks, thinking it over just a bit longer. Jisung noticed her stop walking and turned to shoot her a questioning look.

“I guess so,” she smiled back at him, walking forward and grabbing his arm and pulling him down the hallway so they wouldn’t be late.

Coming down from the high she got from being on stage always took a few minutes. The performance had gone well, fantastic even, and it always was a rush to have a near perfect performance. Chloe had wasted no time pulling Jisung into a tight hug after the performance and Chloe wasn’t even sure if the camera had finished rolling or not (it hadn’t).

They walked back to the waiting room all smiles and Chloe couldn't wait to see what Sunwoo had thought of the performance. Everyone was loud and excited, the feeling of a perfect start to the era lifting everyone’s mood.

The smile didn’t fall off of Chloe’s face until she saw Sunwoo exiting one of the many bathrooms in the building, a familiar head of deep green hair following suit. She could feel her heart fall into her stomach as she watched the two walk away from each other, not paying the large group of people just down the hallway from them, Sunwoo slipping out of sight and into Chloe’s waiting room.

Chloe felt a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it soothingly in an almost conforming manner, though she couldn’t find it in herself to be soothed by it. She could feel her heart breaking, cursing herself for getting her hopes up when she knew nothing was going to happen between them.

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blairwaldcrf · 3 years

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but i’m into it (driving me crazy)-nate/dan/blair

summary: two boyfriend’s and their very pregnant girlfriend

gossip girl. 1k. part of a series. please comment on ao3!!

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Of all the times in their lives that Nate thought he would end up waking next to Blair Waldorf, it had never been with Dan Humphrey on the other side. This is his new normal now, a bed large enough for the three of them having been installed a week ago, despite the fact that they still more often than not end up on the couch.

“You two are comfy,” Blair complains. “Being able to lean while I cuddle is so much easier.”

Whichever one of them she’s trapped into being her pillow for the night usually sighs, puts the other on Milo duty, and soon Blair is snoring loudly. Blair with a full night of sleep is much easier than a cranky third term pregnant Blair who had none as they find out.

“You know how much money we spent on that bed, right?” Dan asked them to blank expressions, Nate understanding only a little more than Blair what it means to not have a trust fund. “Not to mention it took forever to even get into this place--,”

“That’s because we need a new place .” Blair chided, nagging them consistently now that she was in nesting mode. “I don’t even care what zip code anymore, Humphrey, but as much as I will always hold nostalgia for this three bedroom hovel, we need more room.”

“We don’t need more room, all we need is to downsize your closet.” Dan fought back illogically, still stubborn. Nate wondered if at this point he was only fighting her to fight, because even he agreed.

“Dan. Come on. Don’t you think at least one of us needs an office?”

Blair waved a hand at Nate. “There. A logical compromise. We get a new place, you get your own office. Dorota can stop complaining about fighting with you anytime she needs to clear books from desks and tables.”

“I don’t have time to write anything anyway.” Dan mumbled, but he gives in later that night when Blair throws out every take out menu in the loft and replaces them with housing listings.

The place is much more modest, than Nate had thought Blair would ever settle for (Despite being everything they needed). Dan had spent the day with a real estate agent showing them houses and by the late afternoon and walking the city, weeks-from-labor Blair breaks down on the staged couch of the last five-bedroom home and tells the real estate agent, “We’ll take it”, before promptly falling asleep.

“Dan,” Nate says, chuckling at the sight of her. His boyfriend pauses his conversation with the agent to turn to him. Nate can’t help but shake his head with a finger to his lips, walking over to whisper in his ear. “Blair is going to murder you when she realizes what you did.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dan whispers, a smirk coming loose from the corners of his lips. “It’s not my fault the real estate agent showed us six houses out of our budget until this one.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it was the agent who circled this one in red pen at home when I threw the paper in the trash before she could see it.” Nate replies.

Dan is caught and he knows it, but he asks Nate, “Wait, you knew. Does that mean you like it?”

“Yeah, I like it.” Nate nods, smiling. “She’s still going to kill you.”

“Well at least with this place you can afford a nice funeral for me.” Dan jokes back, and Nate laughs, shaking his head. Sometimes the three of them worked together in ways Nate could never expect.

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“God I’m so hungry,” Blair complains in the middle of the first football game of the season. Usually Nate sucks it up and does a food run but he’s trying to watch tv and if he misses this potential goal-- but she turns off the television in the middle of a pass and he thinks he might murder her. “Please, Nate, save me. Pick me up some of that Indian food we used to get.”

“Blair, that's halfway across town now.” Nate argued. Of course Dan had to choose now to be at some stupid writing conference.

“It’s not my fault we moved!” She tried, but when Nate glared a little rudely at her-- still not dumb enough to try and take the remote back-- she caved. “Okay, maybe a little my fault, but--,”

“I will give you my phone to order food on my card, just turn the game back on, please .”

So she does and he gets to shout at the tail end of the goal being made only for her to throw his phone back at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. At first he thinks it might be some dirty pic from Dan that she wasn’t expecting, but when he looks up at her there are tears in her eyes and his stomach drops as he rushes to check his phone-- only to see a text from Dan asking Is she driving you crazy yet?

“Come on, Blair, it’s just a joke,” Nate tries to tell her, hoping that her pregnant brain will hear him even as she hops off the couch in an unglorified hop. “You know we both love you.”

“No, Dan loves charity cases,” she says, beginning to cry and stepping back when he gets up and tries to step forward to hug her. “You just put up with me for him.”

“That is not true.” Nate replied, thinking he might see the root problem. “...Well, Dan is way too giving sometimes, but him falling for you was not something he would have wanted to do if he wasn’t head over heels for you.”

Blair rolled her eyes, not arguing, her bottom lip still full in pouting.

“Are you really upset about Dan, or is it me?”

Chocolate brown doe eyes turn directly back down and to him as she tears up even further, barely able to croak out, “You never loved me, why would you now?”

“I loved you back then and I love you now,” Nate said, wishing she would just let him hold her. “We’ve known each other since we were kids. You fell in love with plenty of people after me and I’ve never thought that meant you couldn’t love me now if you wanted to.”

“If I wanted to?” She asked with a scoff. “Like I had a choice.”

“Do you not want Dan and I--,”

“Oh no, Nate, that’s not what I meant at all.” Blair said in a rush, looking flustered and squinting her eyes like she tended to when she wanted least to admit something. When she opens her eyes, she looks both sweet and forlorn as she admits, “I meant I’ve always loved you. A tiny bit of me never stopped. How could I? You’re you.”

“A tiny bit of me never stopped either.” He admits, kissing her on the forehead, but she pulls him in for a kiss on the lips and he gives her a slow kiss in response. Smiling, he asked, “Does this have anything to do with finding my old sweater and your sewn heart from unpacking?”

Blair gasps in offense. “Dan told you about that?”

“He might have said you snapped his head off when he told you the heart should be kept somewhere less easy to lose in the washer. And then added you broke down in tears over snapping at him.” She gives an angry humph, clearly planning an ‘angry’ call later, but for now she finally lets him pull her closely into him, head fitting perfectly under his shoulder like when they were teens. “He figured you would bottle it up until it came out of nowhere, but I was right. It didn’t take that long.”

“I am driving you two crazy, huh?” she asks, sighing into his chest.

“Hey, at least now you have the excuse of creating life.” He jokes, and she laughs a little as she pulls back.

Blair smiles a little, looking up at him. “I don’t mean to be a handful anymore. Usually.”

“I know.” Nate smiles back. “It’s worth it either way.”

“Well then, that being said, you could have gotten me my Indian food by now.”

“ Blair.”

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No one in their right mind would want to be on the other side of an angry sixteen year old Constance school Blair Waldorf, but Blair twenty hours into labor was another thing entirely. No makeup, sweat rolling down her forehead and turning her dark hair into ringlets, and the angry screams at anyone and everyone in sight.

“Humphrey, this is your fault!” She went for Dan yet again, who was sitting down beside her bed opposite Nate and icing his broken hand. Unlike Nate, he had thought it wise to hold her hand before the epidural. Nate, who had helped her through vomiting and period cramps when they were growing up, had been way too wary of the pressure force she could cause now.

“How dare you let me keep this baby!”

Rolling his eyes at this point, as out of his mind tired as Nate is as well, Dan stays silent. Dan and Nate had stopped asking for answers to her warped logic around hour four. Nate goes to say something, but then her angry eyes lock on him. “And you helped him.”

“I had nothing to do with this!” Nate argued helplessly. “You were already into your second term when you told me.”

“ Yes , but you looked cute with Milo.” She accused, and Dan gave a tired snicker despite the fact it turned her attention to him. “It’s not funny! Do you know how much this hurts? ”

Dan waves his iced hand. “I’d say about one hundred times whatever pain this is?”

“One thousand times.” Blair spat back, less angry this time, in a lull of the contraction-- but then it’s hitting again and she’s yelling, “I swear to God if either of you ever get me pregnant again I will castrate you!”

It’s a very, very long twenty-eight hours, but in the end they have Audrey Ella Waldorf.

#nate x dan x blair #nate x dan #dair #gossip girl #gossip girl fic #mine #the title is based on the song kiwi #iykyk

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ayatosmlktea · 4 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Hiraeth (n) A Welsh word used to describe the feeling of homesickness for a home you cannot return to.

Warnings: Angst, lots of it

A/N: This is my first long fic...honestly I’m proud of it. I never thought I'd ever reach the 5k word threshold but here we are!

@thesilencebeforeastorm wrote a second part here, it’s very sweet!

“God it’s like you never listen to me!” Y/N’s complaint grated against Levi’s ears like cutlery scraping across glass plates, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the passenger side door.

“I always listen! It’s you who never wants to hear what I have to say! You know I’m right”! Levi countered through gritted teeth, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as they sped along the dimly light road.

“Are you being serious right now?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend feeling her heart begin to beat harder in her chest. She hated fighting with him, but his arrogant attitude was becoming intolerable.

“Yes! How many times have we had this fucking conversation already?” Levi groaned, his head was throbbing. All he wanted was one night of peace, one night where they could connect without being interrupted. But as usual something just had to go wrong. It seemed that lately all they knew how to do was fight. They weren’t even significant arguments, the smallest inconvenience could send them into a fit, more often than not Levi found himself going to bed long after Y/N had. Not even wanting to sleep in the same bed some nights. He knew from the beginning of her pregnancy that she was going to be emotional, but God there was only so much he could take.

“We wouldn’t need to be having this conversation if you would just fucking chill out for once!” Y/N snapped back the air inside the car suddenly feeling uncomfortably hot, her palms were sweaty and her nails were digging into her skin to prevent angry tears from falling.

“I need to chill out? Okay, fine. When we get home I’ll grab my shit and go chill out.” Levi’s jaw was beginning to cramp from how hard he was clenching it, his foot unconsciously pressing down harder on the gas pedal. The pent up frustrations over the past few weeks were finally coming out all at once.

“Fine! I don’t want to be around you anyway!” Y/N yelled, ignoring the tiny kick against her stomach.

“Great! Then maybe we shouldn’t be together! Since I’m so fucking uptight maybe you should be with someone who doesn’t give a shit!” Despite the harsh words they were throwing at each other, Y/N flinched at this. Things had been bad, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love him. She knew she was being unreasonable but sometimes Levi knew how to push her buttons to the point where she didn’t care how snappy she was.

Levi probably should have stopped venting, the words coming out of his mouth did not at all reflect his feelings. His temper was out of control and his pride was only fueled by her lack of comebacks.

“What the hell is wrong with you! I never said I wanted to be with anyone else! You’re being really irrational right now Levi” Both of them were so caught up in tearing each other apart that the bright white headlights rapidly approaching went unnoticed as they continued to rip into each other.

“Oh I’m being irrational? That’s rich coming from you, miss I need ice cream and pickles right now or else I’m going to cry for the next three hours.” Levi mocked, swerving lights inching closer and closer.

“Well if it bothers you so much then I won’t ask you for anything anymore! If we’re so fucking inconvenient to you then don’t bother! Take your shit and go!”

“Sometimes I wish I’d never met you!” The blaring horn pierced their ears, eyes widening in horrific realization that there was no time to react. The sound of glass shattering and tires screeching drowning out panicked screams.

“Hey babe!” Levi called out as he removed his shoes, the house was oddly quiet. Most of the lights were turned off, usually by the time he got home Y/N was cooking dinner with the tv on in the background. She never liked being home alone without having background noise to keep her company. Levi flicked the living room light on, nothing seemed to be out of place, an occurrence that was rare. Y/N would typically lounge out in front of the tv with a snack or two before he got home. Walking down the hallway to their bedroom he was surprised to find her in bed, not one to take naps regularly Levi began to worry that she was sick. Sitting down on the edge of the bed his fingers gently caress her cheeks, pulling back once they were met with something wet. Y/N was...crying? But why?

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked in a soothing whisper, brushing strands of damp hair away from her face. Levi was on edge, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what was making her upset, their relationship had been going so well.

“I’m sorry” she cried, bringing her hands up to her face turning her body farther away from him.

“What do you mean you’re sorry? What happened?” Levi’s palms were becoming clammy with panic, he tried keeping his voice steady knowing that it was only going to make her freakout even more.

“It’s my fault!”

“What’s your fault? Tell me what’s going on?” Levi pulls against her shoulders rolling her onto her back. Bile creeps up his throat as he stares at her bloody face, shards of glass jutting out from her skin, tears stream down her cheeks mingling with the crimson liquid. Levi wants to say something but his tongue feels like lead.

“Wake up! You’re dying!” Y/N’s body is suddenly towering over him, drops of blood falling onto his face.

“You have to wake up!”

Gasping in short breaths of air Levi’s eyes hazily open, white lights too bright for him to stare into make his head throb. He was moving, but where.

“He’s conscious!” Someone shouts too loud for Levi’s liking. Masked faces hover above him, they’re moving too. Levi’s throat feels like sandpaper as he groans, Levi tried to turn his head to the side but found himself unable to.

“Don’t try to move sir” One of the masked figures said reassuringly, but Levi felt anything but reassured.

“Y/N...where is she” he rasped out, every breath felt like his lungs were being set on fire.

“She’s right behind you, you’re going to be okay” They replied, Levi tried his best to look for her but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Blinking slowly the lights grew faint, he barely registered a mask being placed over his mouth. Words exchanged between the nurses mingling together to become one incoherent string of nonsense as his vision becomes engulfed in a blackened silence.

“Are you excited?” Y/N asked with her head resting in Levi’s lap. Neither of them were really all that invested in the movie they were watching.

“Excited for what?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow at her. Her unamused expression had Levi fighting the urge to smirk.

“Are you serious? You’re going to be a dad soon!”

“Am I?” Levi asked again, a more prominent look of confusion on his face now. Y/N rolled her eyes while slapping his chest half heartedly.

“You’re so annoying sometimes” she sighed, turning her attention back to the movie.

“I am” Levi admitted after a few minutes.

“You are what? Annoying? I know”

“I’m excited...to have a family with you. Our little brat is lucky to have your for a mom” Y/N huffed in amusement.

“Stop calling our baby a brat”

“She is a little brat, always giving your mom a hard time huh?” Levi scolded affectionately.

“Don’t you think it’s time to wake up?” Y/N’s suddenly serious expression and tone was off putting, the blank far off look in her eyes made him feel like prey backed into a corner. It was nauseating.

“What?”

“It’s time to wake up, Levi. She needs you”

A soft beeping greets Levi as his brain tries to grab onto consciousness. For a moment he can’t remember where he is or why he’s lying in a bed that is definitely not his own with sheets that don’t feel right on his skin. Something was obviously wrong, but he couldn’t remember anything. Glancing around the room he could tell he was in a hospital bed, his side ached every time he tried to reposition himself. Where was Y/N? Why was he here?

Sometimes I wish I’d never met you!

Levi felt his stomach drop, an uncomfortable lump forming in his throat as he remembered the last thing he’d said to Y/N. The events of the previous night came back in flashes, the smell of burnt rubber, Y/N’s scream echoed around in his mind. Levi pulled himself up ignoring the sharp jabs of pain coming from every part of his body. He had to find her, he needed to know she was okay, that their baby was okay.

Pulling the IV out of his arm, he attempted to swing his legs over the side of the bed. His left leg was stitched up from just his knee to the top of his thigh and God did it fucking hurt trying to move. Setting his foot down on the cold tiles he hissed, nearly collapsing onto the ground as he tried to distribute his weight to take enough pressure off of his injured leg. It was a bitch to try and walk around but he had made it to the door of his room, albeit sweating heavily and panting. His body was too hot, everything was too bright and too loud.

“Sir what are you doing? You shouldn’t get out of bed” A gentle looking nurse says calmly while trying to direct him back into his room.

“Where is she? Is she okay?” Levi demands and he can see a brief look of pity flash across her face but it’s gone in seconds.

“You can see her when you’re properly healed from your surgery! You’re in no condition to be walking!” She says in a more authoritative voice, yet still fairly calm. Levi attempts to shove past her but stumbles when his ankle gives out, hissing in pain and annoyance. With quick reflexes she manages to catch him easily, calling for another nurse to help her transport him back to bed. Levi was relentless in struggling against them, soon two nurses became three and Levi realized with disdain that he was getting nowhere.

“Please...I need to know she’s okay” the throbbing in his side was getting worse and his entire leg felt like it was on fire.

“His stitches ripped,” one of the nurses stated while they maneuvered him back to the bed. His eyes pleading with the first nurse he’d ran into.

“We aren’t allowed to disclose information on her condition to anyone who isn’t family but I can tell you that Miss L/N is resting and her condition is stable” Levi felt momentary relief but he wouldn’t get his hopes up until he could see her with his own eyes.

Grunting when they placed him back in bed the pain that had briefly subsided in his panicked episode was coming back all at once. He needed to apologize for saying something so horrible to her. He obviously didn’t mean it, he had been so lost in his own pettiness that he had said something for the sole purpose of hurting her feelings. It was stupid, childish. The moment he saw her, he was going to beg for her forgiveness. From that day on he would do whatever it took to make it up to her for putting them through this mess.

Levi’s stomach churned as he thought of their baby...only seven months along, he hoped they would survive. He’d never be able to live with himself if something happened.

His thoughts kept him distracted, replaying their fight in his head over and over wishing that he had paid more attention to the road, drove slower, used his fucking head and calmed down.

“Mr.Ackerman?” Levi’s eyes shot open, his bubble instantly popped by the sudden intrusion beside him. He didn’t know how many hours had passed since the nurses had fixed his stitches or when he had fallen asleep.

“I’m Dr. Jaeger, I’m here to answer any questions you might have regarding your surgery.” Levi could give a rats ass about himself.

“Y/N. I want to see her.” That familiar look of pity flashed across the doctors face and Levi was growing sick of it. There was obviously something they weren’t telling him. Sighing softly Dr.Jaeger nodded.

“I’ll take you to see her but there are a few things you need to know first.” Levi didn’t like where this was going, a foreshadowing sense of dread settling itself in the pit of his stomach.

“We’ve checked her medical records, it seems that she has no immediate family. You’re her emergency contact.” Levi nodded, it was something they had discussed after a year of being together. Y/N didn’t have any immediate relatives and the only remaining family she did have lived across the globe. It wasn’t a hard decision to make at the time, he hadn’t been thinking of worst case scenarios when he agreed to become her emergency contact.

“Meaning that you’re going to be making this decision for her.” Dr. Jaeger continued cautiously, waiting for an outburst.

“What decision?” A nurse entered the room with a wheelchair, Levi’s lips were set in a thin line. He wanted to see her more than anything but now he wasn’t sure what he was going to be met with.

“I’ll explain when we get there” Levi didn’t like that answer but complied, figuring it was better to go along with them rather than demanding answers. He begrudgingly allowed Dr. Jaeger and the nurse to help him into the wheelchair. He hated being dependent on others but after ripping his stitches open he didn’t want to go through the trouble again. It would only delay him seeing Y/N.

The trip to her room felt impossibly long, Levi’s hands were balled into fists in his lap. When they finally stopped outside her room, Dr. Jaeger gingerly placed a hand on Levi’s shoulder. Unreadable grey eyes locked onto green ones. It almost felt like he was being prepared for what was awaiting him on the other side of the door.

Levi felt nothing but guilt as his eyes drank in Y/N’s unconscious form, there were bruises and cuts littering her face and arms. A tube was inserted down her throat meaning she was unable to breathe on her own.

“She can hear you but we aren’t sure when she’ll wake up.” The silence was heavy, Levi’s mind was reeling with possibilities he didn’t want to consider.

“You don’t know when she’ll wake up or if she’ll wake up?” An inevitable sense of hopelessness gripped him by the throat, slowly squeezing the air out of his lungs.

“There were a few...complications with her surgery. Due to the force of the impact her brain suffered swelling and hemorrhaging, internal bleeding in the brain. We’ve done all we can to try and reduce the swelling, the rest is up to her.”

Levi hated the way he sounded so...bland about it. Like this kind of thing happened everyday, and yeah, it probably did but Levi couldn’t help but feel angry as his entire world was being ripped from his hands so cruelly. Levi had learned early on that this was the way the world worked. It moved on, life didn’t stop while he struggled to pick up the pieces that had shattered.

“What about the baby?” He asked tightly, keeping his eyes focused on the blank face of his lover. His mind was clouded over with too many emotions to process at once. Everything just felt like white hot rage, burning its way through his body with no regard for what it destroyed.

“The baby is doing well, it was a miracle they survived. We’re still monitoring them closely, if anything happens we’ll have no choice but to perform an emergency c-section.” Levi’s shoulders slumped forward with relief, his baby girl was okay. He picked up Y/N’s hand locking their fingers together before pressing a small kiss to her knuckles. However, the relief he felt was short lived.

“What decision am I supposed to be making for her?” He asked, turning his head too sharply to glare at the doctor.

“In the event that miss L/N’s coma progresses to a vegetative state, it is your decision on whether to keep her on life support or let her go” Levi’s jaw clenched, she was going to wake up! She had to.

“What’s going to happen to the baby?” Forcing himself to breathe Levi was seconds away from losing his control, his eyes were burning, the lump in his throat pressing uncomfortably against his Adam’s apple. He wouldn’t cry, he needed to be strong for her.

“As long as her brain is able to carry out regular functioning the baby is in no danger. Providing there are no further complications the baby can safely be delivered via c-section.” Taking in a shuddering breath all Levi could do was nod his understanding. He didn’t want this, they were supposed to go through this together but now he was alone.

“I’ll give you some time alone with her, try talking to her. It might help.” Levi watched the peaks rise and fall on the EKG monitor, she was so close to him and yet he had never felt farther from her than in that moment. Levi placed a hand on her stomach, something he had done many times before while Y/N slept except now it felt weird. Like he shouldn’t be touching her, didn’t deserve to be touching her. Black locks covered his face as he hung his head unable to fight back the bitter tears that had been building up since he’d regained consciousness.

“What do you think we should name her?” Y/N asked her fingers absentmindedly carding through his hair while he rested his head in her lap. The more her belly grew the more often Levi found himself wanting to spend as much time talking to their baby as possible. After Y/N had told him that she could hear them, he wanted her to get used to the sound of his voice.

“I’m not sure, what’s a fitting name for my little princess?” Y/N couldn’t fight the grin that spread over her face, watching her boyfriend address their baby like they were having a conversation was one of her favourite things.

“Hm, how about London?”

“No, I’m not naming my daughter after a city” Y/N scrolled through the list of baby names she’d pulled up on her phone, their new nightly routine consisted of trying to find a name for the baby. Despite it being only five months along they were both impatient to meet their baby, Levi referred to her solely as his little princess while Y/N had taken up calling her pumpkin. They butted heads with every name, either Levi said it sounded too tacky or Y/N complained that it wasn’t unique enough.

“How about Alabama?” Levi’s head craned up to meet her eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Please tell me you’re joking”

“This is impossible” she sighed defeatedly.

“Let me see” Levi reached out to grab her phone, eyes scrolling down the list until one name caught his attention.

“How about this one?” Y/N raises an eyebrow in interest, her eyes lock with Levi’s.

“Not bad shorty, not bad”

♡ ♡ ♡

The following weeks were torturous, Levi was still unable to walk on his own. After calming down Dr. Jaeger has explained that his femur had been fractured and would take a while to heal. His torso still ached but it was nothing in comparison to the pain he felt during physical therapy. During the times he wasn’t learning how to walk, something he hated with his entire being, he was in Y/N’s room. The nurses didn’t have the heart to move him, eventually they had given up trying to coax Levi back into his own room allowing them to be together. It made Levi easier to deal with and he was less grumpy when it came time to bring him to therapy. Y/N’s condition hadn’t gotten worse but it showed no signs of getting better and while Levi was grateful for it he was struggling to hold on the longer she was unconscious.

“I miss you...I hope you can hear me. I know I don’t deserve you, not after what happened. Princess is doing okay but she’s gonna need you babe, I need you! I can’t do this by myself. Please, wake up” Levi didn’t have much time to talk to her during the day, but at night he poured his heart out in ways he never had and every night it made him feel guilty.

Things he should have told her while she was in his arms, moments he took for granted that he might not ever get to experience again. With crushing realization Levi couldn’t even remember the last time he had kissed her, worse he couldn’t remember the last time he had told her he loved her. Pressing his face into the mattress he cried silently, the grip on her hand tightening as he bit back sobs.

He knew it was stupid, giving himself false hope that maybe one day she’d wake up. It had already been over a month and soon enough they would be delivering their baby. Levi was not confident in his ability to be a parent, let alone a single parent. He didn’t even want to think about it, he needed Y/N. But even if she woke up, what would happen, would she be the same person he remembered?

Levi hated being late, if it wasn’t for the fifteen minutes he’d spent trying to shovel his car out of the snow he wouldn’t be sweating his ass off just before going on a date. Not that he really wanted to be going on one in the first place but Hange and Erwin had both decided to meddle into his pathetic love life and set him up with someone they knew. Levi could care less about dating, he didn’t have time to emotionally support someone else, not while he was so invested in trying to earn his masters.

However, he was fed up with Hange giving out his number to random girls and she promised that if he went on this date she’d stop meddling. Levi would suffer through two hours of his life if it meant he didn’t have to receive anymore texts from clingy girls with shitty pick up lines. Besides his closed off personality was usually enough for them to get uncomfortable, calling off the date early. Levi waited inside his car for a few minutes, not wanting to rush in drenched with sweat.

Actually, maybe that was a good idea. The sooner he scared her off the better. Levi walked into the restaurant, the waiter glanced at him weirdly but said nothing as Levi was led to his table. The sight of his date had him doing a double take, none of the girls Hange set him up with had ever looked as beautiful as her.

“Oh, good you’re here! I was about to order without you. Levi right?” Her eyes never left the menu in front of her and Levi was a little taken back by her brash attitude. Not only did she completely disregard his presence but she was going to start eating without him. When her eyes finally met his Levi felt the wind being knocked out of him, her eyes were mesmerizing.

“Huh...well I guess you’re not bad. Although, Hange really talked you up. I will admit you’re, by far, the most decent looking guy she’s set me up with” She laughed and Levi willed himself to ignore the way he craved to hear more of it. He hated to admit it but he was used to being completely fawned over by his dates, this was...new.

As the night went on Levi found himself enjoying her presence. Y/N was entertaining, she was sarcastic and witty and not afraid of his sharp comebacks. He had completely lost track of time, he needed to see more of her. He wasn’t going to be satisfied with one date.

“You know, you’re pretty good company” Y/N smirked, and for the first time in his life Levi felt butterflies in his stomach. Levi usually drove his dates home and if he felt like it had even given a few of them a goodnight kiss. But nothing had ever made him feel the way Y/N did, her lips fit against his like they were made for him. Her hands molded perfectly with his; and as they pulled apart out of breath, his heart pounding against his ribcage, Levi knew he was in trouble.

“Levi?” Levi’s daydreaming was interrupted by Hange’s cautious voice. Hange and Erwin were staring at him like he was fragile, like if they said the wrong thing he’d break. He hated the way their gazes drifted towards his leg, the ugly stitches immediately caught everyone’s attention. It was a constant reminder of his stupidity.

Hange’s eyes were wet with tears as she enveloped Levi in a firm hug. It hurt but at the same time he almost craved it, they were his closest friends. The only ones who could understand the pain he felt. Levi had been waiting outside of the delivery room for what felt like hours. They had asked him to wait in his room but Levi wanted to be there the second their baby was delivered. He couldn’t tell if things were going well, but there was a feeling he couldn’t shake. His gut was telling him that the dread he’d been feeling since they had rushed her into an emergency c-section wasn’t paranoia.

“Have you heard anything?” Erwin asked, taking a seat next to Levi.

“Not yet” Erwin was used to Levi’s short worded responses, but this was something different. Levi’s body was tense, glancing down Erwin took in how white his knuckles were. His eyes were trained on the doors in front of them, he looked so different from the person they’d seen months ago. Hange grabbed one of his clenched fists in her hands and Levi made no attempts to shove her off of him. The sound of the door being pushed open almost made him vomit with nerves, if he could he would’ve been on his feet already.

“Mr. Ackerman, we’re ready for you.” They weren’t giving anything away but Levi felt like he already knew what was coming.

“We’ll be here” Hange said, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze.

The room was divided by a curtain, Levi felt his body go numb as he listened to Dr. Jaeger give him the news he’d been dreading.

“We’re very sorry, we did everything we could but there was too much bleeding.” He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. He struggled to take in shuddering breaths, nails digging crescents into the cold palm of his hands. Angry tears pricked at his tired eyes. It wasn’t fair! She was too young, their lives were only beginning. Levi thought of every dream they had ever talked about, finishing their degrees, travelling the world together, getting married.

“Would you like to hold her?” The question distracts him, for a second Levi felt himself hesitate. Did he really want this? He was by no means parental material and the thought of having to raise their daughter without Y/N was terrifying. Levi nodded, unsure of what to expect. He hadn’t expected to cry at the sight of their baby but she was without a doubt the most beautiful child he had ever seen. During the last two months Y/N’s body had fought to keep their baby alive, he didn’t care that people were watching him. He would never be able to go back and change the past, but he would take the precious gift she had given him to create a better future.

“Do you have a name picked out?” Levi’s eyes were focused on the miracle in front of him. Their baby, the last piece of Y/N he would have to remember for the rest of his life. They had agreed on a name months ago but Levi felt like it wasn’t enough to express the meaning that the tiny human in his arms had abruptly brought into his life.

“Yeah, I do”

♡ ♡ ♡

The crisp air nipped at his cheeks, tinting them with a youthful rosy pink. It was a beautiful day, the kind of fall weather Y/N loved. The sun was warm despite the chilly autumn wind, she loved sweater weather. It was only fitting that she be laid to rest on a day as beautiful as she was. Levi’s emotions were anything but cheerful, his heart was heavy. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. He could only hope that she had heard him the countless nights he had spent lying next to her apologizing for what he’d done.

Levi’s gaze lingered on the cloudless sky, hoping that wherever Y/N was, she knew how much he loved her, and would always love her. The swaddled bundle in his arms begins to stir, drawing his attention back to Lily.

‘She looks just like you’ he thought, a bittersweet smile on his lips. Her eyes opened slowly, e/c orbs trying to focus on his face. Levi’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes burned with tears once more. No matter how many times he looked at her, he was breathless. Lily looked so much like Y/N it almost physically hurt sometimes. Levi wished he could turn back time, do it all over again. If he hadn’t been so reckless then he wouldn’t have to be standing over his girlfriend’s grave holding their motherless baby. The guilt never went away, it still felt like just yesterday that Y/N had been in his arms.

Some nights his chest ached so bad he felt like he was going to die, sleep completely evading him. Other mornings he woke up searching out her body in his drowsy state. Only to remember that she was gone. The bed was too big, it was cold and empty without her. Sometimes Levi swore he could still hear the sound of her voice calling him to wake up. But every time he opened his eyes she was never there. The only reason Levi still got out of bed in the morning was because of Lily.

“It’s just you and me princess” he said softly, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. Levi’s life would have ended the moment Y/N’s had if it wasn’t for Lily. A flower that had bloomed in the darkest time of his life. His second chance for a life after Y/N.

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Friendly Encounters- Chapter Five

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance

𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Smut, Angst

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Graphic Depictions of sex, Use of Slurs, This chapter really hits you in the feels.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 8k

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Yoongi x Reader

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After making sure that Jimin is safely hidden from your father’s judgmental stare (and that you have your clothes intact), you open the door, awkwardly greeting your father who went on a business trip.

“I was called back here on short notice. Apparently one of my colleagues saw you out and about with some boys, what’s this about?” You sigh, relieved that he didn’t catch you and Jimin in the act.

“They are just friends. You know that I don’t date.” You leave it at that, your father taking his leave once again after he is satisfied with your answer.

“Shit, I thought he caught us.” You help pull Jimin up out from under your bed.

“I did too.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek, before taking the vibrator out of your clenching hole. “I can’t believe you stayed quiet that entire time, I really thought you were about to give me away.” He lets out a chuckle before wrapping his lips around your pearl and sucking your clit a bit too harshly.

“Fuuuuuck, Jimin!” You throw your head back as your boyfriend hits that bundle of nerves right as he circles your g-spot and a sticky white substance comes gushing out, making you moan straight into a pillow. The overstimulation was enough to make your legs give out, resulting in a much less pleasurable muscle cramp right on your thigh. Jimin lets out a soft chuckle before helping you sit up and he massages your leg until the pain is gone.

“You’re so tense, kitten. Maybe it would help if we did this everyday now, from about 5-8, particularly?”

You give him a peck on the lips, unfazed by the fact that he tasted like you but also surprised by how it’s not bad. Jimin’s lips look better covered in cum. Your own cum. Geez, you know you’re going to hell for thinking that. But you’re just stating the facts here.

“Jiminie, we don’t need a schedule to hang out. Besides, you must be busy with work.”

“Nope, I’ve got that covered.” He gives you his phone so you could see his schedule for yourself. Every day he has an 8 hour shift from 8am-3pm every day. It’s the most consistent one you’ve seen yet, considering the café hours are still inconsistent. Maybe that’s why Jin doesn’t have as many customers as he’d like to have.

“Do you guys have any form of advertising?” You ask, as he plays in bed next to you while you scroll through tumblr mindlessly looking at the hot idol boys with their abs flashing the camera and neatly brushed hair as they know exactly what they do to their fans at home.

“Just flyers, I guess.” Jimin seems uninterested, more concentrated on the video game in front of him.

“Hmm, I think I have an idea.” You let out a chuckle before turning to look at the contact in front of you. You were about to help Jin expand his business.

༻• Wednesday, At a Houseparty •༺

You didn’t tell Jimin and Yoongi because you didn’t want them to worry, but you had a release period and used the opportunity to meet up with someone at a party that a mutual friend of yours was hosting.

It was Jaehyun, Jungkook’s much more attractive twin. You flash him your best smile before greeting him like an old friend.

“It’s nice to see you again, babe. Didn’t think you were coming back to my place anytime soon after what my brother did.”

He smiles at you, knowing that your interaction with him was temporary and you were probably using him for your own personal needs.

You aren’t like that, but Jae doesn’t know any better. You proved enough with the way you pushed him aside every time he offered you a cigarette. Who even smokes nowadays?

“Just because I’m not friends with Jungkook anymore doesn’t mean we can’t hang out. I think you’re pretty cool on your own.”

You weren’t lying, you did think Jae had a coolness factor that Jungkook couldn’t compete with. He has that bad boy edgy-ness that you don’t find anywhere else.

As you look around, he leans in and whispers in your ear,

“For the record, I think you’re pretty cool too, nerd girl.” You blush as he compliments you, feeling strangely attracted to him. He always flirts with you, but this time felt different. Is it because he gained muscle? Or maybe it’s the cool tattoos that stretch around his biceps.

You shake off your thoughts, excusing yourself to get a drink. Your new friend is nowhere in sight, the only detail you have of them is that they will be wearing a very bright red article of clothing.

At first your gaze is directed to the guy with a red cap on backwards, who is coincidentally surrounded by girls on a couch but it couldn’t be him because he’s too busy in a conversation with someone already.

You keep scanning the crowd until your eyes land on a woman. She has dark hair, as dark as the night sky when the moon is nowhere to be seen.

She has a bright red dress on, covered in sequins from head to toe and golden hoop earrings. You can make out these details as she sways her hips to the music blaring through the speakers, looking much older than the kids surrounding her.

She has to be a woman in her late twenties, at least, but she looks very graceful, moving around with much more control as the people around her sloppily make out with each other and dance like they just learned how to walk.

She isn’t drunk either, as she notices you staring and a playful smirk tugs on her lips. You blush, looking away as she made her way over to the punch table, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi cutie! I’m guessing you must be Yoonmin-Café?” She giggles as you nod, smoothing out the wrinkles in your old dress that you wore to one of your arranged marriage meetings.

“That’s me, and you must be Bellasaurus?” She lets out a laugh that could rival Jin’s.

And then it hits you; this lady is exactly like Jin. With her looks, to her obvious age, and her maturity.

“Let’s talk.”

You both make your way to a less crowded area, and since you’ve been inside the Jeon residence thousands of times before, you can navigate easily with your eyes closed.

“My name is actually Sonia. I use Bellasaurus as a cover name for my business.”

“You design websites for marketing purposes, correct?”

“Yes, and I run a successful multi-million dollar blog from my family’s account. Apart from that, I’m fully self-made.” You nod, impressed by her credentials.

“I want to do something for my friends. They work at a café and I just wish people could see the kind of love I’ve experienced at that place. If you could find it in your heart, please help me show the world what I see everyday behind the counter, with warm individuals spreading love for the world through the art of barista-ing.” You cringe at your own last few words, causing the woman to double over in a fit of laughter before she rubs the tears away from her eyes.

“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. I’ll design a site for the café.”

“Yes!” You jump up, shaking her hand in enthusiasm.

”Not so fast, cutie,” You gulp at her tone, feeling your heart sink at her sudden words. “I’ll have to check this place out myself to see just how ‘full of love,’ it really is. For all I could know, these people could be holding you hostage and forced you to come here against your will.”

“I’m 18! A perfectly legal adult and fully capable—”

“Yadda yadda yadda, yeah spare me the details, I need some real proof here.”

“Fine,” You stand up, gesturing for her to follow you. “Catch you later, Jae.” You wave to your host as he waves back. Things have eased a lot between you two. Maybe if you have him a chance earlier things wouldn’t have been so bad between you, Jasmine, and Jungkook.

The lady follows behind you, panting as you walk only one block.

“I thought you wanted to check the place out yourself?” You ask with a smug smile, folding your arms as she looks up at you with daggers in her eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting ya to walk all the way there now, I thought we were gonna set up another meeting at the location.” She pants, taking off her heels and walking barefoot on the sidewalk.

“Nope.” You enthusiastically make your way to the cafe, ringing the bell and surprising your boyfriends with your appearance as they were close to closing time, anyways.

“Why aren’t you in school? And who’s this old lady?” Jimin asks in a scolding tone as you blushh and fumble with your words.

“Old lady? Well I’ll have you know I’m 29, young man, rude boy!” She sticks her tongue out at him before taking in the environment. “You know what, I think I see what you meant,” Sonia turns back to you, giving you a wide grin. “I’ll do it. I’ll design a blog about this place,” She smirks, fishing out a business card. “Where can I meet the owner?” She asks you.

“Ah, he’s probably stocking things as we speak, always busy.” You make your way to the back, finding Jin in the middle of moving items into the pantry. Sonia hands you her shoes, quickly getting to work in helping Jin. After a bit of light conversation, the two find that they share an interest in dad jokes. This is something that you didn’t know about Sonia. You pat Jin on the back and then he looks surprised when Sonia mentions that you were the one that came to her.

“I’d love to accept, but how do I repay you?” Jin pouts, as if he is doing aegyo for the woman. It’s actually really cute.

“Let me come here and drink coffee once a week. I’d love to spend some time getting to know this quaint little place in the middle of our city.”

“It’s not really that well-known, but if that’s what you want-”

“Please. I want to.” She puts a hand on her heart and nods at Jin, winking at you.

“Okay.”

Jin doesn’t question why she’s in a party dress, or why you did your makeup heavier than usual. His mind is more preoccupied by the woman who made his heart flutter. Sonia was pretty, and she seemed to be cut from the same cloth as him, which is rare enough.

༻• Wednesday, At Home •༺

“That was quite a stunt you pulled there, kitten.” Yoongi pulls off his coat as he gets home, being tasked with temporarily babysitting you, since your mother was out again for a night shift.

“I just wanted to help business grow. I mean, Jimin was complaining about it feeling empty, and you just look so happy, mixing concoctions for customers.”

“I understand that, but what if this stranger tried to hurt you? You can’t trust anyone online these days.” Yoongi gently scolds you, and you fold your arms as the hour hand of the clock nears 10. Jimin should have returned 2 hours ago. Strange.

“Where’s Jimin?” You ask, whipping out your phone and typing something in.

“He’s probably at the jeweler’s,” Yoongi smirks as you turn to him with wide eyes. “Relax, kitten. He went there to get a watch fixed,” He kisses your cheek before making his way to the stairs. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Maybe after I’m done we can spend some more time together?” You nod, thinking back to when you first hung out with Yoongi, listening to some of your favorite songs together.

“Sounds like a plan.” You can’t help but feel worried about your other boyfriend, though. Since Yoongi doesn’t seem very worried, you can conclude he’s safe, and he’ll be back soon.

You retreat upstairs, sighing as you start doing your homework. You only finish half, taking an hour with just three classes. You decided to save math for last, putting your things away as Yoongi knocks on your bedroom door.

“Hey, sorry I took so long. I love taking long, hot showers.” You always thought Yoongi was a more ‘cold showers’ type of guy, since he seemed awkward and couldn’t express himself right off the bat. It took you awhile to get to know him for who he is now, which is your sweet boyfriend.

“That’s nice. I love hot showers too. It gives me the same effect as a hot bath, you know?” He nods, crawling into your bed and rustling the covers. You kick your slippers off, joining him under the covers as he goes on his phone.

“I wanna take millions of pictures of you. We haven’t really done a lot of couple stuff one-on-one. It’s important that we take time doing that, or else it can really affect us as a trio.” You snuggle into Yoongi’s chest, inhaling his fresh pine scent. Yoongi smells less fruity than Jimin, and much more musky. It’s a good musk, actually stronger than Jungkook’s scent. You loved that scent as well, so you don’t waste any time at all with rubbing your face into his chest. He’s wearing a dark green sweatshirt with a pair of comfy pants, just making you crave him even more as he runs his fingers through his bleach-blond hair.

“I’m obsessed with your scent. You’re just so...warm.” You pause for a moment, your gaze flickering from his lips, to his eyes, to his lips. And as you lick your own lips, it’s evident enough that you want to kiss him. Do it. He almost dares you with his own eyes, a blank stare taking the place of his usual smirk.

The kiss is slow at first, you close your eyes, just pressing your lips lightly against his. And then you slip your tongue in, as he pulls you on top of him and you’re both fighting for dominance as you buck your hips into his hard-on.

“Shit.” He groans as you do it again, twisting on top of him as he pulls you down for an open-mouthed kiss. Before you know what’s happening, you’re humping him, literally grinding against him, basically having sex with your clothes on.

“Oh gosh I’m gonna come, Yoongi!” You let out a moan and shiver as he kisses your neck, muttering curses in Korean before moaning in your ear.

“I’m coming too!” You both are tangled up, panting messes as you ride out your orgasm, and your panties are ruined. You flop down on the bed next to Yoongi, sweating profusely and out of breath as he hands you a water bottle. “I haven’t come like that since the eighth grade. And I mean that in a completely good way, dry humping never got me anywhere. I never came from it.” You give him a tired smile before kissing his cheek.

“Maybe it’s a matter of doing it with the right person.” You wink.

“Now that that’s done, I’ll have to go change into a new pair of boxers.”

“Same here. Whoa, I didn’t know I could come without clitoral stimulation.” You thought it was a myth.

“Consider yourself lucky, huh?” You smile as he kisses your lips one last time before disappearing.

“Yoongi, Y/N?” You hear Jimin’s voice further down the hallway. He’s finally returned! Kicking off your panties, you slide your shorts back on and you make your way to the voice.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” You gasp when you see the bruised lip and cut on Jimin’s cheek. “Who did this to you?”

“A couple of guys in the neighborhood thought it would be funny to ‘beat some sense into the fag,’ and when I told them I get more pussy than them, they were enraged.” You stroke his back as he sinks onto the floor in the middle of the hallway, and you both sit in silence as Yoongi opens the door to their shared bedroom.

“Let’s get you fixed up,” He doesn’t even ask Jimin any questions as the boy walks into the room.

“People can be cruel when it comes to things they don’t understand.” You nod in agreement as Yoongi cleans the cut with an alcohol swab and puts a bandaid on his face.

“But why do they call you slurs even if they don’t know your sexuality?” Yoongi shrugs.

“I’m an easy target? I don’t know. They do it because they are ignorant, thinking they’re doing God’s work because people like me shouldn’t exist.” You frown, looking at Jimin’s busted lip again with tears in your eyes.

“That’s not even fair! You just...you’re so kind and sweet and just...it’s so unfair. I’m sorry Jimin-ah.” You kiss his nose as a silent tear makes its way down your face.

“It’s not your fault, baby. This world is filled with ignorance, you can’t blame them for what they did. It was how they were raised.” This man, no, angel is so forgiving that you can’t accept what happened.

“You are actually an angel, Jimin.”

“Thanks Y/N!” He flinches as Yoongi starts cleaning the cut, presumably from the burn. His grip on your hand tightens.

“So...that brings me to my next question. When are you planning to visit your parents?” You refrain from using the word “family,” since Jimin seems more fragile right now. You know now isn’t the best time to bring it up, but if you don’t, who will?

“You don’t have to answer her if you don’t want to, baby.” Hearing Yoongi be so loving with Jimin just makes your heart jolt in your chest. You feel warm and tingly knowing that there is such a caring man looking after you, but there’s uneasiness in your chest as well as doubt. Present yet ever shrinking.

“No, we agreed on this, remember? I’ll go back to my parents when we’re ready. Trust me, you’ll know when it’s time.” He directs his last sentence at you, flinching as Yoongi presses down on his bruised lip.

“We can fix this later. For now, just don’t roll over to the other side of the bed.” Jimin groans as his boyfriend kisses his cheek and he feels the numbness spreading, blocking him from feeling anything else.

“I want kisses.” Jimin pouts as Yoongi brushes his finger across his bruise, touching the bandaid with remorse in his eyes.

“I know, Chim. But you’re hurt. Let’s wait for the wound to heal.” For a moment, your heart clenches. It’s like they are in a different world, interacting with each other. They’ve known each other for years, you know that their bond is a lot stronger and they are closer to each other than they are with you. You feel like you’re intruding on a private moment, like you saw something that was not meant for your eyes.

“Mmm? Y/N, did you hear me?” Yoongi pulls you out of your trance as he calls you again.

“Sorry, I must’ve zoned out. What did you ask?” You fold your hands in your lap, feeling useless since Jimin is already patched up and ready for bed.

“I asked if we could take a rain check on our little house date. Jimin really needs me right now, especially since you bought up his parents. He’s a little sensitive.” You understand what he’s saying for the most part, but your brain twists his words and makes him sound like he’s blaming you for Jimin’s mental state. You knew his parents were the ones that hurt him first, the ones to cast him out on the streets after he told them who he really was, so why did you just talk about going back to them?

It’s just a cycle of pain. As you curl up in your bed alone and left with your thoughts, Jimin and Yoongi are fast asleep in each other’s embrace, not bothered in the slightest bit of any external forces.

You take a moment to wiggle around in your bed before turning on a dim light and grabbing the sky blue vibrator that Jimin got for you a day prior, staring at it as if it would give you answers. As of now, you can assume Jimin’s “lessons” will be on hiatus.

You just want to cum, to come so hard that you forget about the world and all its problems. You wish you could be alone with Yoongi and Jimin in peace. After turning on the vibrator and imagining Jimin’s thick, girthy cock in place of the light blue vibrator, you start moaning, sucking your own fingers, thinking of Yoongi’s dick in your mouth, and how you could take them both so well if they gave you the chance. You wanted to be ruined, it was only a matter of time before it happened. After a much-needed orgasm, you shut everything down and you try to go to sleep.

༻• Thursday, At Home •༺

Your mom gets home early from work, but she leaves quickly as she planned to meet up with an old friend from college. You send her away with a smile on your face, obviously dreaded to be left alone at home again.

Jimin was here, but you felt awkward with speaking to him again since you brought up the topic of his parents. You opted out of knocking on his door, instead staying in your room and texting your sensible friend, Toriel, as she asks you about how things are going with you, Yoongi, and Jimin. You’ve yet to tell her about the poly arrangement, so for now she thinks you’re just harboring unrequited feelings and that you have a schoolgirl crush on the two older men.

Gay men, you’ve never confirmed or denied their gay-ness, so for now she thinks that you’re basically barging into a perfectly happy relationship. Lately, Toriel has been getting on your nerves.

Maybe that’s just the lust talking. Who are you kidding? You need to get laid. After being teased by Jimin and being called “kitten” by both men, you can’t beat around the bush. You ignore the lingerie set that Jimin got you and instead you go to the closet to pull out a set of dark purple lace, with matching panties, a bra, and some complimentary fishnet stockings. You felt more uncomfortable with the stockings on, but you looked good, and with your matching black fishnet gloves, you looked good too.

Now you just need to wait. You take the box of toys and grab the makeshift dick, growing impatient as you swirl the head around your entrance. You close your eyes, imagining Jimin kissing your neck while Yoongi ate you out. Or better yet, Jimin ruining your pussy as Yoongi watches.

The lewd imagery of Yoongi pumping his huge cock in his hand has you shivering, as you push the dildo further inside your drenched hole. You let out a small moan, as your walls tighten around it, and just like a real dick, you feel full. Except, it never comes. You orgasm quietly, covering your mouth as your imagination runs wild. Consisting of Jimin wearing lingerie, stripping it off as he grinds his pretty peach ass against your thigh. Suddenly, you pin him to the counter, sucking his cock harshly, rubbing his testes through the sheer panties.

You wake up the next morning, to your alarm ringing loudly in your ear. You gasp at your state, finding your hand buried between your legs, while you’re wearing nothing but sexy lingerie and fishnet stockings. Your legs are itchy, but that’s probably from being restrained by the tight stockings. Damn, I’m thick. Is the first thought that comes to your mind. The next thing you notice is the sex toys lying scattered. You only have one dildo and vibrator, but you wouldn’t dare get caught with either of them in your possession. On top of that, you hope things with Jimin will get better. If you’ll be spending all of next week with him and Yoongi alone, you don’t know if you can handle the awkwardness. That’s why today, you are going to make up with him.

You start by changing into some clothes, making sure you cover your body so your boyfriend doesn’t notice. You rush in and out of the bathroom, running past Yoongi as he tiredly trudges over to the open door.

“You late for school?” You shake your head, before making your way to the kitchen. You can’t believe you fell asleep when you were supposed to be seducing your younger boyfriend with your sexy undergarments. Luckily, he didn’t stumble into your room last night and find you in your sprawled out state. You really were a mess.

“G-good morning Y/N.” You look up to see that Jimin has entered the kitchen, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you. He avoids your gaze completely, eyes trained on the toast in his plate instead.

“Hi Jiminie...I was hoping to talk to you today.” He looks up at you with wide eyes, a light pink blush prominent on his cheeks.

“R-really? What is it about?” You find his behavior strange, but he is trying to be as normal as he can be. After what happened yesterday. Unbeknownst to you, Jimin had seen everything that happened the night prior, as he came to your room to talk to you about things. Particularly the promise he made before getting beat up by a bunch of douchebags.

He found you in your bed, asleep, wearing some lingerie he had never seen before and your fingers were pressed against your clit, as you rubbed yourself in your sleep for some release. He found himself staring, as he couldn’t look away from your sleeping form. You were an enigma, but before he could do anything else, he hurried out of the room with a boner for Yoongi to take care of.

Even though his hyung made him cum that night, he was still in pain from not being able to pleasure you. In the morning, all was forgiven, and Jimin just wanted to embrace you again without things being awkward between the two of you. It’s not your fault that you didn’t know how bad Jimin’s parents truly were. Yoongi unfortunately had the displeasure of meeting them briefly in public one time after Jimin got kicked out of his own house. His parents did not take a liking to your beautiful blond boyfriend but instead despised him from the start.

Jimin didn’t like it when others took the blame, especially after Yoongi beat himself up over the fact that Jimin’s parents disowned him. He knew of Jimin’s parents being extremely homophobic, but he thought that they personally didn’t like him. He was Jimin’s first official boyfriend, after all. Maybe that’s why you felt so distanced from him. He already suspected you were struggling with insecurity and other anxieties that people normally go through, but you never dare speak of it. Hell, you never complain when Yoongi forgets to replace the roll of toilet paper in the bathroom, nor Jimin forgetting to take his shoes off when he enters the house. You just simply adore them too much.

Jimin is a huge fan of the attention, but he doesn’t like it when he sees his lovers down like this. He knows you like to avoid conflict, but if confrontation is needed, someone should take the lead. Normally, Yoongi would be the one to bring up issues, but right now this is between him and you. It doesn’t involve all three of you. Jimin thinks that your relationship with him is just as important as his relationship with Yoongi. He loves you both with all his heart, even though he hasn’t said the three special words to you yet. That’s why Jimin decides to break the long silence after you stay silent as he asks you the question again, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

You snap out of your little headspace, looking up at your blue haired boyfriend before stretching your arms out in front of you before looking up at Jimin.

“I’m sorry about bringing up the thing about your parents, and I never meant for things to get so awkward between us. I’m sorry, Jimin.” The man shakes his head, before pulling you in for a hug.

“You didn’t realize. It’s fine. Though it will take some time, for you and Yoongi, I will be willing to go back.” You feel comforted at that.

“How are your wounds?”

“They’ve healed overnight. Hyung took good care of me.” Jimin smiles at you as your other boyfriend joins you in the kitchen.

“You need a ride to school, kitten?” Yoongi asks after pressing a kiss to yours and Jimin’s foreheads respectively.

“No, it’s fine. My bus is gonna get here in 20 minutes. I still have a bit of time.”

“Okay, well I have to get going right now. Chim will have less hours, since Jin heard about his injury and he doesn’t want him to strain, so most likely you two will be left alone when you get home.” You send your older boyfriend off with a kiss, and after reading another text from your mom you find out that you’ll be left alone again with Jimin. Completely.

“How’s school?” Jimin attempts to make small-talk with you, but your eyes keep wandering to his plump lips, wondering what type of things he could do to you if you let him.

“It’s going well. I just have some busy work, since one of my teachers is pregnant and away from class at the moment.” You explain, before scarfing down the breakfast that your boyfriend so thoughtfully cooked up for you. In fact, you get so caught up in your own thoughts that you fail to recognize the time, and that you can’t afford to miss the bus. “Bye, bye, Minie.” Jimin seems to take a liking to the nickname immediately, smiling as you kiss his cheek and run out the door.

༻• Later That Day •༺

“Hey, can I talk to you?” You’re surprised to find Jaehyun standing on your driveway as you walk towards your home from the bus stop.

“What’s up?” You look at the man with an identical face to Jungkook’s, the only difference being his nose. Apart from that, he reminds you of your previous crush immensely. Not that it means anything, anymore at least.

“I’m sorry about what Jungkook did. He never goes after girls with boyfriends, or even flirt with anyone else if he is in a relationship. What he did to you was sucky, I’m sorry.”

“Jae, you didn’t do anything wrong. If anyone should take the blame, it should be Jungkook. You did nothing. Thanks for the apology, but isn’t gonna change the fact that he forcefully kissed me.” Your eyebrows twitch as Jaehyun looks at his feet, confused as to why you said that.

“No, Jungkook would never.”

“Ah, but he did.” You turn around to see your younger boyfriend, Jimin walking over to you and Jaehyun.

“Who’s this? A new friend?” Jae stretches his hand out for a handshake.

“Actually, I’m her boyfriend, Jimin.” He scans the man up and down for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

“I think I’ll get going now. We’re having another rave over break, if you wanted to stop by again.” You cringe as Jimin’s grip around your shoulder tightens, and he looks almost murderous in his attempts to show you that he is less than enthusiastic about finding out his only girlfriend snuck out to a Houseparty for her own selfish reasons, he doesn’t know that you scouted the lady who is sponsoring their café on her website.

“Thanks but no thanks, it was more of a one-time thing, okay? Bye Jae.” You quickly scurry into your home, Jimin following closely behind, watching you with those pretty crescent shaped eyes.

“You actually went to a House party without telling us?” You shrug.

“Didn’t seem like much of a big deal. I didn’t think it was important.” Jimin leans back on the couch, lazily stretching an arm past your shoulder, making you shudder with your sudden skin-to-skin contact. His fingertips are cool on your bare shoulder, since it was hot in the house and you removed your sweatshirt to reveal your tank top underneath.

“It’s not, but we would’ve liked to know. In case something happened to our girlfriend.” Your heart flutters at the word. You’re actually somebody’s girlfriend. And your heart belongs to not one, but two extremely beautiful men.

“Nothing would’ve happened regardless; Jae wouldn’t have let anything happen to me. I’ve known for pretty much all of my life, he’s like a brother to me.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at you, the arch making his forehead wrinkle.

“Would a brother look at you like that?” Your mouth falls open as Jimin tilts your chin up so you can look at him directly in the eyes.

“Like what?” You have a slight feeling that Jimin isn’t even angry at Jaehyun, but the fact that he has an opportunity to play the jealous boyfriend has him excited. You quickly get to your feet as Jimin leads you to your bedroom, pushing the covers aside and getting some towels so you don’t get your sheets messy.

“You know what I’m talking about. The way he looked at you...oh it made me wanna rip his eyes right out of their sockets!” He grabs the box of assorted sex toys and you shake your head as he pins you down to the bed, capturing your lips in a heated kiss before pulling off your thin layers of clothing. You’re soaked to the bone, wanton moans leaving your mouth as Jimin dances in front of you, teasing you as he ties your hands behind your back and he leaves you on the bed with your legs spread out for him as he jiggles his gorgeous peach ass in front of you, his dick bouncing violently as he looks back at you with a cheeky grin.

You never knew you could be attracted to butts, at least not until Jimin showed you his. His peachy bottom has been on your mind from the moment you met him, in fact. Not that you would ever admit it out loud, he’s just an extremely attractive male. Everything about him is attractive. And his dick, oh my gosh, his dick is absolutely perfect. You would give anything, everything you have, just to look at it.

After teasing you with his ass, he turns around, kissing the corner of your mouth before flashing his dick to you, flexing it and making it bounce up and down a couple times. You can only just stare at the perfectly flushed cock, erect and standing straight up as you drool a little bit, Jimin only leaning forward and wiping the saliva from your lips before bringing his hand down to pump his shaft a couple of times.

Your lungs give out, as you wheeze for air, your walls clenching around nothing as Jimin so lewdly pleasures himself on your swivel chair, thrusting his hips into the air, his dick going through the makeshift hole he made with his fingers.

“Please, Jimin, use me.” With your words of confirmation, he lunges forward.

His kisses are electrifying as he sends shivers down your spine from kissing the peaks of your breasts. You let out small mewls of pleasure as he cups your boobs and suckles them. The little pop you hear from his mouth letting go of your nipple is enough to make you shake. But you’ve yet to cum.

“You’re cute, sweetheart. Thinking I’m just gonna give you what you want on a golden platter. You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls deserve to be punished.” You gasp as he presses his tongue flat against your clit, with no warning whatsoever, pushing your legs further apart as you bend your knees. You can see him clearly as he eats you out, his hair disheveled yet making him look so good while he continues sucking your wet pearl.

You know what you did, and you don’t regret it. You’ve always wanted to have jealous angry sex with a boyfriend in the future, but Jimin is already checking off a lot of things from your bucket list just from being buried between your legs. You grab his tousled hair, a moaning mess under him as he eats you out like a starved man, eyes flicking up to meet your gaze every once in a while. You absolutely lose it, after he maintains eye contact with you, driving your orgasm out into the edge. It feels so good, you feel like you’ve lost all your senses.

Jimin watches with awe as you leak onto the towels you laid out earlier, shivering from the sudden rush of cold air as he leaves your clit alone for a moment. You’re so needy for him, that you let out a whine. It’s a bratty, childish whine. The type of whine you’d use when you wanted your favorite toy but your mother wouldn’t give it to you. The same type of whine you’d hear from Jungkook every time you or Jasmine had to leave early from his house, back when you all were still on speaking terms, of course.

“Up against the headboard, kitten. I wanna see your face when I make you cum with my cock. Legs open, look up at me,” You didn’t realize how intimidating your boyfriend could be. Now, you’re basically splayed on the bed, legs wide open for him. The thought of losing your virginity both thrills and terrifies you. What are you going to do if he just leaves you alone afterwards? No way, there’s no way your precious Jimin would do that. “I need consent. Are you okay with this?” You nod, as your boyfriend tilts your chin upwards so that you’re looking at him.

You can see the small bruise on his lip, faded to a reddish-tan color, a small blemish on his perfect face as he looks down at you with that same stare. The cut on his cheek is completely healed now, only a tiny scar remaining. You assume that will heal with time, as well.

After shaking the scary and much darker thoughts from your mind, you concentrate on Jimin. Or more specifically, what he’s doing. Consent is sexy. You learned that after the incident with Jungkook. He never asked if he could kiss you, there were no questions or answers. With your boyfriend, things are so much more different. Calmer, healthier even. You breathe a couple times, your heart rate steadying as Jimin has you pinned down, your legs hanging off his shoulders. He’s fully naked, his dick wrapped in a condom. You bite your lips, weighing your options.

You love Jimin with your whole heart, but what if you get hurt? What if he ends up ditching you after taking your innocence? You know he wouldn’t do that realistically, but these hypothetical thoughts plague your mind as Jimin awaits your response. “You can say no if you feel uncomfortable. I mean, I might have to take a cold shower afterwards but the decision is up to you. Are you sure you want to do this tonight, Y/N?”

His tone is so caring, and his voice is soft enough to match it. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you know he won’t. Is he the right guy? You know you can say no, but that just makes you want to say yes even more and let him ruin you, at least for tonight. You’ve heard about the first time being painful, but your older and much more experienced boyfriend will guide you through it, and you just have a feeling that you’re going to be okay. After a minute of silence, you answer him, finally.

“No,” Jimin immediately recoils, quickly peeling the sheets back so he can clean you up. After all, you reek of sweat and cum. “I’m not sure, I am 100% certain that I want you to fuck me tonight.” Jimin turns back, his mouth dry and half open as you smirk, your gaze lustful and enticing to him as he licks his lips.

“Have some water.” He hydrates you first, before taking a sip himself. Afterwards, you’re both ready to dive back into action. You can feel his hard-on, as he rolls his hips against yours. The first few times he does it, you’re surprised at how good it feels. The sensation is far from painful. Five minutes in, and you’re humping each other like animals in heat.

After five minutes, however, you both lose interest, bodies glued to each other as you kiss passionately, and then you look down, surprised to see that Jimin has poured an oil-like substance between your legs. He rubs it between your inner thighs before he brings his hand up and cups your clit.

“Just put it in already, please,” You beg him, almost sobbing as he pushes a finger in as a test. “Oh fuck!” You scream, biting your tongue painfully as he fucks you with two fingers, adding one by the minute. Your walls grip him tightly, and he stays silent, watching you as you struggle to suck in his digits.

You’re doing surprisingly well, considering he had already played with you before. You’d ever really gone as far as oral and fingering, but now penetration with the penis in vagina action is a completely different beast.

You know this as well, since prepping is all you’ve been doing for three days straight. Well, you did have to take care of yourself yesterday, but that was only because of unforeseen circumstances. And plus, your own fingers didn’t make you orgasm as hard or as good as you’re able to with your boyfriends.

“I’m putting it in. Expect a little pain.” You close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath as your boyfriend replaces his fingers with his penis, actually filling you better than that dildo ever could. You feel little discomfort, but it subsides, and you quickly find yourself enjoying how well your partner fits inside of you, your mouth falling open with small moans as Jimin’s grunts echo you. As he speeds up slightly, you feel a bit more pain, suddenly yelping like a hurt animal.

“What’s wrong? Oh my god, please don’t be hurt.” You shake your head, kissing his shoulder as he leans over and gives you a kiss, his fingers seeking out your clit so he can stimulate you as well. You feel good, but in all honesty, you know you can’t just cum like this. You’ve read it in books. Women normally don’t orgasm when having intercourse. It’s something that happens with foreplay, or when someone rubs your clit. Jimin rubbing your clit right now is an example of that.

“Jimin...feels so good.” You buck your hips with his, skin against skin as he fills up his condom to the brim.

“That felt fucking amazing. You were amazing, baby. Wow, even my first time wasn’t that good.” It takes you a moment to realize you didn’t cum with him. You’ve always dreamt of your first time being magical, but are you feeling this way because Yoongi wasn’t here? Shit, you almost forgot about your other boyfriend.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot about Yoongi!” You worriedly look at the time on your phone as your other boyfriend puts his hands behind his head and slowly closes his eyes.

“It’s fine, he knows. I texted him when things started getting heated, and he said it was okay. It’s natural for two people in a relationship to fuck, you know?” You feel your cheeks getting heated again. Hearing Jimin curse made your wetness pool and before you knew it, there was a wet spot on your sheets. “Aw, did I make my girl wet?” Jimin laughs as you playfully hit him and get pulled onto his lap. “You’re perfect.” He hums into the kiss you initiate, squeezing your ass and lightly spanking you as you become increasingly horny.

“J-Jimin…” You bite your lip as a knock on the door interrupts you from Round 2. “Who is it?” You ask, in case your mom decided to return home early. She’s done it before.

“It’s me.” You hear Yoongi’s familiar rasp, especially after work, his throat is always a little dry.

“Here, have some water.” You opt to wear Jimin’s shirt to cover yourself momentarily, as you’re not exactly sure what Yoongi would do after seeing your messy post-sex state. He seems indifferent as you open the door, his eyes scanning you before he lets himself in and sees Jimin playing a game on his phone.

“Well aren’t you the happy one. You’re supposed to be resting, Jimin.” Yoongi scolds him prudently, like a father scolding his son. You watch the interaction with curious, wide eyes, as you sit down on the other side of the bed, a little away from your two boyfriends. Yoongi sits at Jimin’s feet, and you watch as he tenderly kisses the younger male’s fingers. It’s so careful, as if he would break. They’ve been through a lot before you, and you want them to know you’ll always be there. For better or for worse.

“I love you, Yoongz, but I don’t need another parent in my life. Just be glad they didn’t fuck me up too bad for you. Look, I couldn’t even finish off with Y/N. My wounds are completely healed, I’m fine. Besides, I’ve been through worse. Can you just leave? Please?” Yoongi frowns, and sighs. You grab his hand, momentarily squeezing it, before crawling over to where the man is sitting and leaving a short, sweet kiss on his pouting lips.

“Go take a shower and rest in your room. I’ll come check up on you later. Right now, I think you need to spend some time away from Jimin. I don’t know what’s going on, but that’s just the stress talking,” You reassure your older boyfriend as he walks out of the room, looking a bit brighter than before. “Jimin, how could you talk to our Yoonie like that? You made him so sad when all he did was care for you.” Jimin scowls at you, something you didn’t expect to see-well...ever.

“I’m tired,” That signals the end of your conversation. Of course, despite being angry at you in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t fail to take care of you properly. He silently runs to the bathroom and wets a towel so he can wipe you down, and then he pulls the covers off and replaces the sheets. You help him with that, despite your aching muscles.

Last of all, he apologizes. After cooling down, he calls Yoongi back into your room and sits you both down so you can listen.

“I’m so sorry, I love you both but I just can’t control the anger I have for my parents. Those douchebags acted exactly how they did when they found out I wasn’t straight. I’m so happy I have you both and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” You and Yoongi both wrap your arms around him, kissing him and reassuring him that you love him too and that you accept his apology.

“I have a feeling there’s a way to resolve all of this pent up anger. To get rid of it.” You tease them by tugging your shirt, and seeing how Yoongi turns pink, you already know you’ve got him.

“Round 2? Hell yeah, baby.”

#jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi x jimin x reader #Poly #bts imagine #coffee shop #mature #Smut #18+#angst #yoonmin #yoongi #jimin #yoongi x jimin #yoonmin x reader #coffeeshop #cafeau #throuple

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ladynestaarcheron · 4 years

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Better than that, Nessian... i love yous???

once again, so sorry for answering this so late!! these were all at the bottom of my inbox and i meant to answer them and i don’t even know what this is referring to but i’m just gonna pretend it’s a fic prompt because i’ve been doing that lately.

also, these little ficlets have been getting like 70ish notes. imagine if all of us gave as little as five dollars to any of these charities for protestors in the states right now!

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It takes Nesta four times to get it right.

The first is six months after she’s been brought to her exile. Six months since she came here, but four months since a tentative friendship began, and two months after…well…she isn’t sure. She doesn’t know what to call it, but she knows that she comes back to his house—the house they share—after a long day at the clothier’s and even though he’s probably had a long day, too, he’s waiting for her with dinner for the both of them.

It’s that he hasn’t eaten; that’s what does it for her. It’s past seven, he’s already here and he’s already cooked and he still waited for her. Who has ever waited for her?

She opens her mouth, automatically, and starts to say, “Cassian, I—"

Nesta snaps her mouth shut. “I hope that isn’t veal,” she finishes lamely.

But he laughs, and she thinks everything is back to normal.

And it is, until the second time.

The second time is only a month later, when her cycle hits.

Fae cycles are miserable. Twice a year, sure, but akin to what she imagines labor being like.

She just barely makes it out of bed the first day to wash the blood off herself, hoping the hot water might have some soothing effect on her cramps.

When she goes back to her room, her bed has been stripped and fitted with clean sheets��warm, she feels when she touches them. Because he knows she hates cold sheets.

A vial of something she assumes is medication wait for her on her bedside table, along with a steaming bowl of soup.

This is how the week continues, with Cassian knocking on the door of her room, and calling to see if she needs anything, and leaving whatever it is for her every time she drags herself to the bathroom.

He never comes in, because he knows she wants to be alone. He knows that she’s embarrassed and in no mood for company anyway and he just…lets her be. Gets her what she needs.

It’s almost enough to distract her from the pain entirely. How well he knows her.

It’s all she can think about on the morning after it’s over, when the pain is forgotten, and when he sees her in the hallway coming out of her room, he smiles at her posture and well-being, and she gives a small smile back and says, “I—thank you. For your help.”

And she rushes into her bathroom and slams the door behind her.

The third time is only two weeks after that. He has to go to some meeting in the Winter Court with their General Commander.

And she doesn’t want him to leave.

“I’ll come with you,” she says, not offering, when he tells her.

She has never shown interest in visiting other courts before, shows barely any interest in the Night Court, so he raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I—“ she stops herself, biting her tongue. “I can help,” she finishes lamely.

Help with what? Just because she’s been tagging along with him to meetings doesn’t mean she has any real diplomatic experience. She obviously has no military experience.

But he wants her to come, too, so he agrees.

And then it is three months. Three months of constantly changing her mind: she is still angry at him, everything is normal, it hurts to be near him so she shies away, there has never been anything other than perfect cordiality between them, and he is the apex of everything she never, in her wildest dreams, thought to voice aloud.

It’s one of her endless nights, lying awake in bed and trying not to think of him, that she just can’t take it anymore.

She leaps up and throws open her door, marches herself down the hall and to his bedroom. She doesn’t give herself time to change her mind by lifting her hand to knock, and throws open the door.

Cassian sits up immediately. His hand shoots out—to grab a weapon, she guesses—but he sees it’s her and his eyes widen. “Nesta—"

“I love you,” she blurts out. She inhales sharply, her heart stuttering right in her throat.

He doesn’t move. Hand still outstretched, dark hazel eyes still wide, wings flared out.

And then he is in front of her. She forgets, sometimes, how fast they can move.

Their gazes lock, and she fears her frantic heart will give out when he steps even closer. There’s—there’s almost no space between them, but he isn’t saying anything, he’s not saying anything, oh, oh what has she done—

“Say that again,” he whispers.

She can feel the heat of his body even though he isn’t touching her. “I love you.” The words fall out of her mouth right as she opens it, like water from a spout. It’s nature, it’s physics, it’s impossible to stop.

She wonders if, when he suddenly grips her, it is the same for him. That he can’t not hold on to her. “Nesta.”

Their gazes are locked, she can’t look away, she can’t even blink.

One of his hands slips down to wrap around her waist, the other to hold her chin. “Nesta,” he repeats, still whispering, caressing her cheek.

Where do her arms go? On his chest? On his arms? They just hang there at her sides, but when he starts to kiss her, she brings them to his neck.

She could stay here, just like this, forever, she thinks. Leaning into him, her hands in his hair, his trailing her body, as he kisses her sweetly.

But then he breaks apart, rather abruptly. She frowns, irritated, and opens her mouth to ask him what he thinks he’s doing, but he gets there first.

“I love you, too,” he says.

“Oh,” she says, remembering.

He smirks, but she doesn’t give him a chance to tease her. There’ll be time for that tomorrow.

#asks #anon #acotar ficlet #fic prompt #nessian #anon hope i did this justice!!#to the anon who submitted about the adoption: i'm getting on that

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leedongwook · 4 years

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Prompt: 4 times people thought TK and Carlos are dating and 1 time they really did. ❤️

TK can’t for the love of god not find his new aftershave. He looks in his room and the drawer in the hall way, it’s not there. He’s back at the bathroom again and going through the cabinet for the third time, but he can’t find it.

He sighs.

„Dad, have you seen my aftershave?“

TK gets no reply.

„DAD!“

There’s noises coming from downstairs.

“What?“

TK rolls his eyes and sticks his head into the hall way.

“Have you seen my aftershave?“

TK can hear his dad move around in the living room.

“Is it not in the bathroom cabinet?“

TK frowns.

“No, I’m just looking at it now, it’s not there.“

Silence.

TK looks at himself in the mirror and fixes his hair. Well then he needs to get a new one after work. He puts his shirt on.

“Wait, I think it put in the drawer under the bathroom sink.“

TK crouches down in front of the sink and opens the bottom drawer. There’s hair gel and razor blades and the new aftershave.

TK laughs. Why did his dad put it down there.

“Right, got it thanks!“

He opens to box and gets the aftershave out. He opens the lid and smells on it. It’s a new one. Carlos had told him about it and how he liked the smell of it and TK wanted to try it out.

He puts some of it in his hands and rubs it against his face. It stings on his neck and TK notices he’s got a little cut there. He dabs a tissue against it.

He looks at the clock again to check the time when he hears the door bell ring.

TK walks into to his room to grab his jacket, wallet and keys.

When he makes it downstairs his dad is already opening the door.

“Officer Reyes?“

Carlos smiles but waits outside of the door.

“Good evening Captain Strand. I’m here to pick up TK and please call me Carlos. I’m not on duty.“

Captain Strand nods.

“It’s Owen then.“

TK quickly walks over and stops next to his father.

He smiles at Carlos.

“Hi, sorry I’m a bit late.“

Carlos shakes his head.

“It’s fine.“

TK starts to move when he hears his dad speak again.

“Wait, are you taking my son out for a date?“

Captain Strand looks questioning from Carlos to his son. Carlos blushes and TK’s eyes grow wide.

“Dad! No it’s not a date. We‘re just hanging out at the pub togehter.“

His father laughs.

“Mhhhhhmm right.“

He gently nudges his sons shoulder. TK rolls his eyes. He feels freaking awkward and just wants to leave.

“Right, shall we?“

Carlos points over to his car and TK jumps into action without looking at his father again.

“TK.“ Owen laughs. “Have fun.“

He sees his father winking at him and TK’s face turns red. He rolls his eyes at his dad again and gets in the car without saying anything.

TK’s chilling on the couch in the fire station. His shift is going to end in about 10 minutes and he can’t wait to get off.

“Hey little bro, what you up to?“ Judd is leaning over the couch, squeezing his shoulders.

Paul walks over from the kitchen and sits down next to him.

“Nothing, just chilling. Shift‘s over in 10 and Carlos is gonna pick me up. He’s cooking tonight.“

“Oh look, Carlos is cooking tonight.“ Paul laughs and bumps his fist against TK’s shoulder.

Judd throws his arms around him from behind.

“What’s going on there? Got yourself a piece of that hot officer TK?“

TK shoves his arms away. “What? No.“

“We just noticed that you guys hang around each other a lot. You dating or something?“

TK turns around to face Judd.

“We’re not dating, we’re just friends.“

Paul reaches over and pokes TK in his side.

“Oh it’s like that.“

TK frowns.

“Seriously guys we’re not dating.“

Paul grins and Judd pokes his cheek.

“God, you’re like children, you two.“

TK pats their hands away.

“TK you there?“

Carlos walks into the fire station. Paul and Judd are still laughing and TK looks annoyed at them.

“What’s going on?“

Carlos looks confused at the three of them.

“Nothing, they’re just idots.“ TK huffs.

“You ok with fish today and I’ve got this new bread recipe, which fits perfect to the fish.“

TK gets up from the couch grabbing his bag. Judd walks around the couch and before TK can walk over to Carlos he ruffles through his hair and grins.

“Enjoy dinner kiddo.“ He looks over to Carlos. “You be good to my little bro or we might have to have a conversation.“

Carlos scratches his head and looks confused. “Right.“

“Oh god this is so embarrassing guys.“

TK rolls his eyes and walks over to Carlos, grabs him by the shoulder to move. He can still hear the boys laugh when they make their way out of the fire station.

“How’s buttercup doing? Michelle told me you’ve got a fire station dog now.“

Carlos takes a sip of his coffee and looks at TK with a smile.

“Yeah my dad thought it was a good idea. He’s ill like him, lung cancer but he gets treatment.“

Carlos frowns.

“Oh, you ok with that?“

He gently puts his hand on TK’s arm.

“I wasn’t at first because you know … but he’s too adorable and I just love dogs.“

Carlos softly rubs his arm before he takes his coffee and takes another sip.

“You had a dog before?“ The other man ask.

TK shakes his head.

“No I’ve always wanted one but living in a high apartment with no garden my dad thought it wouldn’t be a good idea.“

Carlos nods.

“Yeah makes sense. My auntie Tia had this cute little pug and I loved chasing around with him when I was a kid.“

“Cute.“ TK laughs.

He gets distracted for a bit when he sees the door of the coffee shop opening and Marjan walking in.

She doesn’t notice the two men though and walks over to get some coffee.

“TK?“

He can feel Carlos tap at his arm.

“Yeah?“

“I asked if you wanna try out the new restaurant in town on the weekend?“

They get interupted by a waving Marjan walking over to them quickly.

“TK! Carlos!“

She puts her coffee to go on the table and sits down next to TK.

“I’m not interrupting a date, am I.“

She laughs.

“What no we’re not on a date.“ TK blurts out almost choking on his coffee.

“Oh right, well you should though, date I mean, you two look really cute together.“

TK’s face turns bright red and he coughs awkwardly. Carlos just laughs but avoids to look at TK.

Marjan reaches over the table and takes a bite from TK’s cake.

“Anyway, you two coming for my birthday party on Saturday? Big family meet up and since you’re my family too, I’d love to have you there.“

Her eyes sparkle and she’s got a big smile on her face.

Both men nod in agreement.

“Nice! Alright, gotta head to work now, shift’s starting in 20. See ya there kid!“

She gets up and gently bumps against TK’s shoulder.

He watches her leave the coffee shop when Carlos grins at him.

“She’s right though.“

TK rises his eyebrow. “About what?“

“You are really cute.“

TK chuckles and shakes his head. “Oh shut up, I’m not.“

Carlos laughs out loud and takes a swipe of the cream on TK’s cake and puts it on the other man’s nose.

“Yeah you are.“

“Ahhhh TK, wait up I’ve got a cramp.“

TK stops and looks at his watch. He still has to run 30 more minutes to finish his task for today. He looks back though and sees Carlos leaning against a tree. He walks over to where the other man’s standing. Carlos breaths hard and TK grabs his water bottle and hands it over to him. Carlos takes a sip of the water. TK sees him wince out in pain when he puts his foot back on the ground.

“Damn the cramp won’t stop.“ Carlos looks annoyed.

“Let’s get you over to that bench.“

TK puts the other man’s arms over his shoulder and helps him over to one of the benches on the side.

“Sorry, I’m interrupting your running cycle.“

Carlos looks sorry and sits down carefully.

“Nah, don’t worry about that.“

TK smiles and lifts up Carlos leg to put it on his lap. He shoves the material of the other man’s running pants up to his knee.

“Does it hurt here?“

He presses his fingers on the inside of Carlos calf and the other man yells out in pain.

“Fuck.“

TK keeps on massaging the leg and Carlos relaxes after some minutes.

“Better?“

Carlos leans back and nods.

“Thanks.“

He wants to move his leg off TK’s lap when the other man grabs it and holds in place.

“No, wait let it rest for a bit before you walk again.“

“Look who‘s having a running date.“

TK looks up and Mateo is suddenly standing in front of them, legs still moving on the same spot.

Carlos looks confused.

“We’re not on a date? We just went out on a run together.“

Mateo looks from Carlos to TK.

“Damn, that means I won’t win the money pot.“

TK looks at Mateo with questioning eyes.

“What money pot?“

“We were betting on you two dating or not.“ Mateo chuckles.

“Who was betting?“ TK asks.

“Ask Judd.“ Matteo giggles and runs off.

TK looks back at Carlos shaking his head.

“Maybe we should put some money in the pott as well and win?“

Carlos puts his leg back on the floor and gets up.

TK blinks confused. “Huh?“

Carlos laughs. “And go on a date?“

TK blushes and runs his hand through his hair. “Oh.“

“Anyway, think about it but now get your arse up, we need to finish your running cycle or are you tired Strand?“

TK gets up blowing out a breath.

“You old man needed a break not me.“

Carlos chuckles again.

“Well go and catch the old man then.“

TK sees Carlos run off. He shakes his head but smiles and runs after him.

+ 1 time TK and Carlos are actually going out on a date

TK hears the door bell ring and quickly opens it.

“Thank god you’re here I need your help.“

The young man grabs Grace by the arm and drags her into the house.

“Where’s the fire.“ Grace laughs.

TK holds a shirt in front oft he woman‘s face. She eyes it up and looks questioning at the younger man.

“Two buttons are gone and I can’t get sew them on. Dad’s not here and I have a date in 20 minutes. Can you please help me.“

“Oh I see.“ Grace takes the shirt out of his hands. “You got a needle and some yarn?“

TK walks over to the kitchen and comes back with a sewing kit.

Grace sits down and gets to work. TK sits down next to her, fidgeting nervously around with the ring on his finger.

“You ok kid?“

TK looks up.

“I haven’t been on a date for ages and I just really don’t wanna ruin it.“

Grace skillful weaves the needle in and out and the first button is back on the shirt.

“Not to be too nosy and you obviously don’t have to tell me but who you going out with?“

TK stops moving and his face softens.

„Carlos.“

Grace‘s face lights up.

“He’s a good one.“

“Yeah I know that’s why I’m scared and I don’t wanna screw it up and last time I was on a date it didn’t go well. And I don’t know maybe I get this all wrong and- …“

TK’s breathing quickens up and he feels himself slipping into a slight panic.

Grace puts the needle and shirt away and gently takes his hands in her own.

“Hey take a breath. It’s gonna be fine. I can with a certainty say that Carlos really likes you. You can’t screw this up kid. Just be yourfself, that’s all that matters.“

The older woman‘s hands help him to calm down and he takes a deep breath.

“Thanks Grace. I’ll remember that.“

Grace nods and goes back to work to sew on the last missing button.

“Take it slow and you don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to. Carlos is a good kid, he’ll understand.“

TK scratches at his head.

“Actually we already did that?“

He blushes.

“Oh. Ohhhhhh“ Grace looks baffled but smiles. “I don’t blame you. He looks good but don’t tell Judd I said that.“

TK laughs.

“Right, this is done.“

Grace hands the shirt over to TK who immediately changes his clothes. He walks over to the hallway mirror to have a last quick check over his outfit.

“You look nice. The color suits your eyes.“

The door bell rings and TK grabs his jacket and keys. Grace follows him to the door. Carlos is waiting at his car and waves at them from the street.

TK closes the door behind him and Grace. He hugs her.

“Thank you for this and you know - …“

Grace puts a kiss on his cheek and softly rubs his back.

“It’s nothing kid. Go and enjoy your date. It‘ll be all good.“

TK smiles and squeezes her hand before he walks down the stairs over to a waiting Carlos.

“You look good TK.“ Carlos hugs him quick. “Is that Grace over there?“

TK looks back at where Grace is waving at them. “Yeah, my saving angel.“

“That she is.“ Carlos agrees.

Carlos holds out his hand waiting for TK to take it.

“Ready for a nice date, Tyler Kennedy Strand?!.“

TK chuckles and his faces lights up. He takes Carlos hand and it feels good. All nervousness gone.

“I’m ready.“

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #tarlos fanfiction #911 lone star fanfiction #haleys fics #my fics #my writing

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wwwafflewrites · 3 years

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Never Fear (The Winchesters Are Here)

Six Feet Under

You woke up to a deep ache in your shoulders. It was sore all the way down your back. Probably bruised to hell.

You grunted, and your breath fanned back onto your face. You attempted to move, despite your smarting back, and your hands brushed against loose dirt and flaky wood. You tried to adjust your eyes, but there was nothing to see. Just… black. Wherever you were, it was a narrow space. A dirty narrow space.

Was it time to mention you were also slightly claustrophobic?

You were sweating. The air was stuffy. But there was something cold right next to you. Something cold and yielding. You reached for it, blindly patting with your hand flat out, until your fingers curled around something with contour.

You mapped out the dimensions of the object before recoiling in horror. That was no object—that… that was a body.

Which, with your odds, meant you were in a coffin. An oddly large, though still cramped, coffin. Underground. With no way out but through the suffocating dirt.

Freaking ghouls.

Your first instinct was to scream. To pound up against the wood and holler until your throat was raw. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t, either; it was that you couldn’t.

You couldn’t breathe.

There was something in your chest right now. There had to be. A void where your lungs had been, like a vacuum that swallowed up all the usable air. Your heart was in your throat.

Were you running out of oxygen? Was it already too late? Your shallow breaths were burning a hole in your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

You reached over to the corpse, this time with urgency. Cold but still flaccid. The body had been fresh for about an hour, then. Rigor mortis hadn’t even begun.

Does it matter? a part of your mind reasoned. It sounded a little like Dean. There’s a cold, dead body next to you, you’re on your last round of air, and you still can’t stop being a nerd?

"It matters," you muttered to yourself. "Matters ‘cause that means I’ve been stuck down here for about an hour. Takes about five hours total to run short on oxygen. Means at the very least, I’m not dying… yet."

As hard as a transition was going to be, you needed to breathe deep and slow. But there was still a tightness in your chest.

Relax your shoulders, you could almost hear Sam chiding.

"A little… difficult to do… suffocating in a pine box," you said, but you relaxed them anyway. You then took in your first, full breath since you woke up. That was progress.

You couldn’t count on the Winchesters finding you in time, or at all. You were going to have to take matters into your own hands and try to climb out of the grave. Dean had done it before, so you could too.

Dean’s also, like, 200 pounds of muscle, Sam cautioned.

If you were going to climb out of your grave, you needed a mask to protect your face from the dirt. Which meant you were going to need to work your shirt off of your head. You brushed your hand over your stomach. Well, you must have put up a fight. Your shirt was shredded, so… that was a no go.

The dead guy had a shirt, Dean said.

Fantastic.

You looked over to your left, to the corpse you couldn’t see. You reached over, awkwardly pulling the shirt up. Its cool skin grazed yours as you worked the fabric over its head.

The neck didn't jerk about; it was rigid, but the arms weren't. Rigor mortis was kicking into gear. Which meant you had been down here for roughly two hours. Working as a hunter, you needed to have some level of knowledge on the dead.

Such a nerd, you could see Dean rolling his eyes.

You tied the bottom of the shirt which took a little while with your arms pinned down and the pitch darkness to guide you. Finally, though, you made a tight knot.

You pulled the shirt over your head like a bag and sat there for a moment. You wished the Winchesters could talk you through this.

That's when you broke at the pine box. The dirt was cold, dry, and thankfully loose. It fell in clumps around your shoulders, and you shoved it down at your feet.

Climbing your way past the dirt was no joke. It was grimy and freaking difficult. It was like those foam pits that gymnasts use that are nearly impossible to work your way out of, except in complete darkness with limited space. In other words, a freaking nightmare.

But you kept working. Kept pushing up while pushing the dirt down. Six feet, Sam reminded you. Just six feet. Once you’re standing, just work upward. Should be about as tall as I am, yeah?

You made a risky move upward, throwing your hand up as far as it could go, and touched air. A light breeze fell over your skin.

To say it was encouragement was an exaggeration. You worked twice as hard, shoving your way to the top. When your hand felt hard dirt, you crunched your abs and pulled until your chest hit the surface. You frantically dug your legs out before collapsing on the ground.

You went into a fit of hysterical laughter, a result of your adrenaline high and the last throes of your panic.You threw the filthy t-shirt off of your head, inhaling the air that you had once taken for granted.

In your brief delirium, you recalled Dean Winchester retelling his old raising-from-perdition story. He had hardly mentioned climbing out of his grave, as if it hadn't been important. His focus had mainly been on the mystery of the angels and how they turned out to be douches. He had made this part sound like a. Slice. Of. Pie.

And, well, you got a freaking reality check today. Because it was an entire body workout, and it was exactly as terrifying as it sounded—no, worse. Waking up in pitch darkness, in a small space, with a corpse, six feet under the ground? Hell naw. You were lucky you'd had enough trauma to know how to push back your panic. Because two years ago, you probably would have rotted down there, helpless.

It left you to wonder, though. Why the ghouls left you alive, and not the dead guy. All the other grave desecrations had been long dead—but you were the first to live.

First, you were going to have to get back to the motel. You already knew the boys were gonna freak.

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When you opened up the hotel door, the Winchesters sprang out of their chairs, barking your name in surprise. "You're—you're…" Sam stammered as he took in your state. You couldn't blame him; the grave had covered you in dirt from neck to toe.

"Alive. I know," you said. "I'm also really dirty. You mind if I use your guys' shower?"

Sam blinked. "No, not at all, but uh, seriously—what happened?"

You let out a halfhearted, breathy laugh. "Nothing I couldn't handle." You tried to shrug past Dean, but he caught your arm.

"You were gone for three hours," he said.

"Look, we're just worried about you. Could you humor us?" Sam added. His eyes were pleading and damn hard to say no to.

You scowled. "You two gotta tell me what happened on your end first. Deal?"

"Deal," Dean said. "You know most of it. Several grave desecrations of old gravestones, but fresh bodies where bones should be. People in town go missing a few days before that. We split: you went to check on the newest body, while we checked the cemetery. We ganked the ghoul, figured you were coming back from the morgue, but you never showed. After about three hours of looking, we came back here to see if you had maybe come back at all. Actually, we were just about to leave again." Dean clapped his hands. "Did you ever find anything at the morgue?"

"Yeah, the guy had died from…" …asphyxiation. You trailed off. "Oh crap…"

"What? What is it?"

"Asphyxiation. The guy… he, uh, he had died from asphyxiation. Originally, I mean. The ghoul had been burying his food to eat later. Like… like a squirrel. Must have taken the guy out to snack on, but he was already dead." It was all coming together. "The ghoul was either stupid or confident because he got sloppy. Probably because he was too hungry to care. That's why… why I… why I..." Damn it, you let that slip. You peered around them, looking for escape. "Guys, hey, can I just shower? I really just wanna—"

This time, Sam caught your arm. He was gentle, but he had a firm grip. "That's why you what?"

You clammed up, peeling your eyes away from them. "Why I… uh…" you couldn't think of an excuse, and the silence was becoming too long to make a convincing one on the spot. You should have walked into this room with a workable lie in mind, but all you had wanted was to shower, scrub all the dirt off your skin, and to lather soap where you had touched that god-awful corpse. You just wanted to be clean and to sleep.

And you seriously were trying to tell them things. Lying sucked, but this? You weren’t sure if you could tell them this and come out of it in one piece.

Sam softly said your name again, trying to bring your eyes back to his. It was too easy. He knew your tells. Your eyes always gave you away if you lied.

We're never going to let this die, your inner Dean voice sang. And you internally swatted it away.

I know, you thought sourly. Behind your eyes, a pressure built. Just let me go so I can cry alone. I can't cry in front of you. I can't. "He—it… might have… buried me alive." It took everything you had in you for your voice to stay steady.

Both of them rocked back a little. Dean looked a little dazed, and Sam looked pale. Sam tilted his head, "Excuse me, buried—?"

"It explains the dirt," Dean sighed. "No offense, sweetheart, but you smell like a toilet."

Oh, shove it, Winchester.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I just want to shower—"

"Hold on," Sam said. He had his hands combing his hair. "Hold on, hold on, just— am I the only one bothered by this?! She— you could have died!"

"But I didn't," "But she didn't," you and Dean said in unison. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes back.

"Sam. I have been through a lot. You know it, I know it. I'm not that girl from two years ago. You said it yourself once before: I'm a Winchester now. And I'm not a Winchester without a few near death experiences."

Sam scowled. "You two are so frustrating. Fine, go. Go take your shower. This conversation isn't over, though."

Thank God. You could handle this later. The conversation alone had keyed you up. You were burning with tension, anxiety, and trauma. You waved a hand at him. "Fine. But can we do it in the morning? I am so frickin' exhausted." It wasn't a lie; you had bruises lining your entire back, and your face muscles hurt from all the fake expressions you were sending Sam.

They can't know that I'm weak. How hard could it be, anyway?

Dean did it once, like a freaking champ. Why couldn't you just suck it up and be a big girl?

He looked on at you with that sad, thoughtful look of his. Complete with the infamous Winchester puppy eyes. "Yeah, sure."

You were happy to get out of the conversation—and this hunt—relatively unscathed. Hopefully, you would never have to go through that crap ever again, or you really didn't think you'd be able to keep yourself together like you just had.

When you shut the bathroom door behind you, you let the silent tears run down your face. You bit your hand, heaving, wishing you had the freedom to scream. But you couldn't, so you didn't. All you did was turn on the shower right as you let out a quiet sob into a towel to muffle it out.

Why did your life suck so bad?

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sugarlino · 4 years

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we all lie ♛ hhj

chapter one - welcome to hell

genre(s) : angst , sky castle!au , school!au , strangers to lovers!au , best friends to enemies!au

pairing(s) : reader x hyunjin , reader x everyone eventually tbh

w.c. : ≈ 5k

desc. : your new neighbor, hwang hyunjin, is welcomed to skz castle with a party

warning(s) : mentions of death , dogs and cats lol , kind of sky castle drama spoliers , let me know if i missed any!

a/n : chapter one! this chapter is a little late because i have been having really bad stomach cramps this week :/ and it’s a bit of a drag because this chapter serves as the introduction to all the main characters, with extra background information about them. sorry! please bear with me! anyway please make sure you read the prologue before reading this so you know the general background story!

“(Name), that’s Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Who?” you asked again. As if his name would help you realize who he was. You had never heard of Hwang Hyunjin before, but Rosie probably knew everything about him already. Her and her mother always kept a close eye on her rivals.

“Whatever. You’ll learn about him soon enough, I guess. I have to study for a practice test now… do you mind leaving? Sorry, I just wanna focus.” You were used to Rosie kicking you out of her room to study, but you really didn’t mind. Alone time away from your best friend was nicer than you would ever admit.

The weather was nice out that day, even in mid-winter, so you opted for taking a walk. All the mothers at SKZ Castle had a thing about using pretty flowers to decorate the outside of their homes, so the air was fragrant as you strolled through the Castle.

Sitting down on yours and Rosie’s favorite bench — the white one with pink and white flowers the two of you painted on a few years ago — you breathed out a sigh. The bench was facing your old home, so you had a view of the new family. You tried to clear your mind. With everything that had happened in December, your mental state wasn’t in the best condition. None of the residents of the Castle had the chance to celebrate the holidays because of your family’s huge issues, and you felt guilty for taking the joyful holiday spirit away from your neighbors last year. You tried to be happy to benefit everyone around you, specifically Rosie and her family, but it was tough.

You didn’t even feel the warm tears falling from your eyes onto your cheeks, too lost in your thoughts to realize. You watched the new family, apparently the Hwang family, bring their boxes inside themselves, all the while smiling happily and joking around. It was a nice picture to see, and you couldn’t help but envy them.

The boy, Hyunjin, set his dog down to help carry the boxes, following his parents inside. The dog explored its surroundings a little bit, even noticing you and staring back at you. You wiped your tears hastily, embarrassed to cry in front of a dog for some unknown reason.

Hyunjin was walking back out when he noticed you, watching his dog blankly. He immediately assumed you were one of the kids who lived here and grew excited to make some new friends.

“Hi!” The sudden greeting startled you, and you flinched. It surely didn’t come from the dog, so you looked up to see the handsome boy smiling and waving at you. You nodded politely at him before quickly collecting yourself a little bit and walking back to Rosie’s home. Maybe a nap would be better.

Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrowed, taken aback by your lack of introduction. Maybe you were just shy, but he hoped to get to know you and the other neighbors some time soon.

Sensing a strange presence, Hyunjin turned to his left. Almost as if his thoughts were being read, two boys were parked next to him on their bicycles. Hyunjin jumped, the two staring at him almost scarily.

“Hi!” Hyunjin said once again, acting like the boys didn’t just spook him. “I’m Hyunjin.”

“Welcome to hell, Hyunjin,” the taller boy of the two replied, earning a snicker from the shorter boy accompanying him. “I’m Seungmin. Kim Seungmin.” Seungmin patted Hyunjin’s back with what looked like it was supposed to be a small smile or grin, but the corners of his lips formed a flat line instead of going up. Welcome to hell!? What was that supposed to mean? Before Hyunjin could say anything in response, Seungmin situated himself back on his bike and pedaled away. Bewildered, Hyunjin watched Seungmin before turning to the shorter boy, ready to speak with him, but he just introduced himself as Han Jisung with finger guns and a wink before following Seungmin on his own bike. What?

Hyunjin jumped for the nth time that day when he heard hyena-like shrieks emitting from the direction Seungmin and Jisung supposedly came from. A blonde boy around the same height as Jisung chased after the two boys, not even noticing Hyunjin at the speed he was running at. Hyunjin pouted, wanting to meet him, but the bright red letters spelling out the name “Felix Lee” written messily in marker on his yellow backpack was enough introduction for the moment. Felix giggled like a maniac, yelling something about feet, and that’s when Hyunjin realized the blonde didn’t have any shoes on — colorful, mismatched socks being the only thing protecting his feet from the ground as he waddled off. Hyunjin broke into a smile as he realized Seungmin and Jisung must have taken Felix’s shoes for some reason. They must be close, he thought, already looking forward to befriending the three of them, as well as hoping to get you to warm up to him eventually.

Rosie watched the whole scene play out from her window, distracted from her practice test, which didn’t happen often. The girl had her eyes fixed on Hyunjin.

“The white one looks really nice!” you told Rosie as she showed you the dress options she picked out for the party tonight. Rosie’s family prepared a welcome party for the Hwangs. It was an unspoken rule for the residents at SKZ Castle to throw a welcome party for a new family moving in, and Rosie’s family was in charge this time after Rosie herself heavily insisted on it. You were kind of relieved, because the Kang family was known to throw the best parties. They had been the ones to plan the congratulatory party for your brother’s medical school acceptance, which had been more of a congratulations to your mother than your brother. Your family looked so happy that night.

“Are you sure the pink one isn’t prettier?” Rosie’s voice snapped you back into reality as she alternated holding both dresses up to her body, eyebrows furrowed as she contemplated which one to wear tonight. You didn’t know why she was making such a big deal out of her dress. You barely took a minute to choose what to wear.

“If you’re wearing your hair up, I would say pink, but if your hair is down, go with white.” After spending years as her best friend, you knew what advice to give her to help her with all her problems and decisions. Rosie turned around and gave you an appreciative applause before setting the pink dress back in her closet. You took that as the sign to step out of her room, giving her privacy to get changed. Her maid, Ms. Yoo, waited outside her room, giving you a small bow before heading inside. An agreement you had developed with her over the years without ever speaking about it was that only one of you could help Rosie at one time. You helped her as her friend before Ms. Yoo helped her as her… well, maid.

You skipped towards the basement and into your room. Surprisingly, you were in a very good mood that day. Since no one had thrown a Christmas party after what happened, today was the first party since your brother’s. No one would have expected you to like parties, especially because you didn’t exactly mingle with any of your neighbors much, but the food was what made you love them. The family in charge always made sure to put extra thought into the courses, and they never failed to impress. Rosie’s mother had the best taste in appetizers, refreshments, the main course, dessert, you name it. Your family used to be a close second for planning parties, but Rosie’s mother was unbeatable. Even the regular daily meals she chose for you and the family were incredible, but their personal cook was to thank for that.

Your stomach grumbled as you got dressed, anticipating today’s dinner. You had chosen a loose fitting outfit to wear tonight. You had a feeling something too tight would restrict you from eating to your heart’s content. You hummed to yourself as you continued getting ready.

Hyunjin on the other hand, was not feeling as excited as you were. He was looking forward to formally meeting all the neighbors, but he didn’t expect it to be this formal. A whole party? He was more used to casual get-togethers at home, where his mother would cook for everyone and no one had to dress up all fancy. He’d experienced his fair share of formal events, but this was beyond what he had ever seen. Was this a regular thing for your neighborhood?

“Hyunjin?” He turned his head to see his mother standing at the door of his bedroom. He let out a shaky breath, and his mom frowned, worry on her face as she noticed how nervous her son was.

“Loosen up, Hyunjin. You don’t have to act any different than how you usually act just because you’re wearing a suit and eating expensive food. Don’t be so nervous, just have fun, be polite, and be yourself. The other kids will love you.” Hyunjin smiled gratefully at his mother as she squeezed his hand before leaving. Her mini pep talk calmed him down a bit, but he was still shaky. He wanted to get along with all of you, but now that he thought about it, the first impression you all left on him was a bit… unique, and he had a feeling he didn’t leave any sort of first impression on you at all. Maybe all of you would hesitate to welcome him to your group. Maybe you would look down on him for being less experienced with fancy parties, or you would think his table manners were bad. Maybe he would end up an outsider.

He shook his head. No, Hyunjin. Stop thinking so negatively. Don’t assume they’re all bad people because their family and generations above them had money and power. They’re still human, they’re still kids. They should be fun! It should be fine. He straightened his sleeves out and fluffed up his hair a bit before heading downstairs, ready to leave. He kissed his dog, Kkami, goodbye. His puppy was the key to calming his nerves down

“How do I look, (Name)?” Rubie asked you. She had settled on a white blouse and nice pants instead of a full on dress, which you thought suited her personality perfectly.

“Like a man,” Rosie replied instead of you, eyeing her little sister up and down with disgust.

“Hey, that isn’t a bad thing,” you defended Rubie’s choice of attire. Rosie rolled her eyes, missing the way her little sister stuck her tongue out at her before smiling at you. You didn’t know why Rosie treated her own sister like that. One time, a few years back, Rubie admitted that you felt more like a biological sibling to her than Rosie, but the latter didn’t take any offense at her words. You sighed, reminded of the relationship between you and your older brother every time you watched Rosie and Rubie bicker. You had a theory that their parents paid less attention to Rubie than Rosie, just like your own parents had given you less attention than your brother. Rubie was like you, caring less about studies than your older siblings, resulting in less affection from your parents. You saw yourself in Rubie, which triggered your protective instincts.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, ...

You tapped your fingers on the table impatiently as you waited for the other families to show up to the dining room. Not because you wanted to see them, but because you were hungry. You didn’t see the point in waiting for everyone to show up before even handing out appetizers. Appetizers existed to satisfy the early birds, didn't they?

Just then, you heard Rosie’s mother greeting another family outside. Felix walked in before his parents did, not noticing the ice cold glares from his mother at his tactlessness. His mother and Rosie’s mother were close, and both their father’s worked at the same hospital — the same one your father used to work at. Hyunjin’s father replaced him, according to Rosie. You didn’t care. It was your father’s decision to resign, after all.

Felix smiled at you politely before taking a seat, and you smiled back. You cringed when he ruffled his blonde hair. His bleached hair looked really damaged. If only he was less self conscious about his freckles than his hair, which you could’ve sworn would fall out one day. Out of the children of SKZ Castle, excluding Rosie and Rubie, you were on best terms with Felix. You weren’t close, though, and you didn’t really consider yourself a friend of his. Your brother used to tutor him before your mother forced him to stop, though, so you had the most interactions with him out of the three boys. Felix was a friendly neighbor to you. He didn’t spare a glance at Rosie, making her scoff. Rosie somehow managed to end up on bad terms with every kid at SKZ Castle except for you. You weren’t surprised; she was pretty rude to everyone except for you and her mother.

The four of you sat in awkward silence. The only sounds were the quiet whispers of the string quartet behind you that had been hired and Rubie’s phone as she played some sort of game. Felix’s parents walked in, his mother looking as glamorous as ever, that is before she knocked Felix on the back of his head. The boy let out a sound of pain, making both Rosie and his father snicker before the couple sat down next to their son.

“How are you three?” Felix’s mother asked. You knew the question was directed at you more than anything, seeing the pity in the woman’s eyes even from a few meters away. She had been the least close with your mother out of the rest, but they had still been friends. Rosie answered for you, and you just smiled sadly. You weren’t crying your eyes out every second of the day, but whenever anything reminded you of your mother, things got all stuffy in your chest.

The only voices in the dining hall were that of Felix’s parents for a while, until you heard Seungmin’s father’s unmistakably loud and powerful laughter from outside. The man had always scared you. Seungmin and Jisung walked in with their parents. Well, Seungmin’s parents. Jisung lived with Seungmin’s family since they were toddlers. According to the story Rosie told you when they first moved to SKZ Castle, Jisung’s parents were family friends of Seungmin’s mother, so they left their own son in the hands of another family because they didn’t trust themselves to care for more than one child successfully. You didn’t know if that meant Jisung had an older brother or sister that his parents were taking care of, but you assumed so. Poor Jisung, you thought. It’s not like he didn’t know what happened. He was young, but grown enough to understand the situation when it happened. He was probably hurting for a while, especially at such a young age, Rosie’s mother had told you. He seemed quite happy now, though, and if the two looked alike, him and Seungmin could pass for twins with how close they were. They were like two peas in a pod, except one pea was summer and the other was winter. You were close with neither Seungmin nor Jisung, but you could tell they were both good people.

You exchanged nods with the two boys — a way of saying “I see you and acknowledge your existence, but I won’t bother acting friendly with you” — and averted your gaze immediately. You had received enough pity for the day, and you really didn’t wanna see more from Seungmin’s mother. She had been the kindest and most genuine by far in terms of how close the other mothers were with your own, but for some reason, your mother failed to notice that and chose Rosie’s mother over her instead. You appreciated Mrs. Kang, you really did, but it would be foolish to pretend like she didn’t act extremely close to your mother just to learn all the secret methods she used to make your brother as smart and successful as he was. Even without any advice from your mother, though, Rosie placed first in every category at school.

The only family missing now was the Hwang family — the stars of the party. You hadn’t seen Hyunjin since the day he moved in, which had been a little less than two weeks ago now. His mother had come around and greeted the other mothers with homemade rice cakes for them, which you had enjoyed with Rubie because the others refused to eat any. Even though holiday break had been over for a while, you never saw Hyunjin at school or in the mornings because he always left early. You assumed he wanted to finish up the school year at his old school instead of transferring to yours in the middle of the year, even with the longer drive. You understood completely. That way, he would just be able to start high school at Go Saeng High without any troublesome transferring and extra sappy goodbyes to his old friends.

Rosie watched the door, focused. You couldn’t blame her — everyone was curious about the boy and his family. As if on cue, you heard Rosie’s mother say something along the lines of “come on in” and the sound of heels and dress shoes approached the dining room.

Hyunjin’s parents were the first to enter after Rosie’s mother. His mother was dressed up for the occasion, but she didn’t look extravagant, despite the fact that she was the star of the party. For some reason, you expected this. She seemed much more human than the other wives of the Castle. His father was dressed in a suit. It was nothing special; all the fathers looked like that at every party. Somehow, he looked pretty laid back as well, while still looking natural in a suit. Your eyes drifted to the young boy. He looked shy and nervous yet giddy at the same time — the standard look of someone new to attending parties like this. He looked nice in a suit, handsome even, but he looked unnatural simply due to his mannerisms that screamed, “I’m not used to this.” Despite his stiffness, he had the manners to look around the table, giving small bows with just his head to everyone, even the other children. His eyes looked like little fingernail markings as he smiled at all of you.

The table started clapping, making the whole Hwang family laugh nervously, with a “no, no, gosh you don’t have to” attitude. You would have reacted in the same way. What was the point in applause? You didn’t know, but you clapped anyway. Rosie’s mother led the three to sit down at the head of the table, next to you and Rosie’s family. The woman cued for the string quartet to start playing, which you thought was completely unnecessary, but you appreciated the music anyway. The servers finally came out with the food, and your neighbors got to eating.

You drowned out the conversations happening around you while you focused on your meal, but you did overhear snippets of Hyunjin’s mother thanking Mrs. Kang for the party. You could tell by her soft tone that she thought this was a little too much, but she was kind enough not to voice her opinion, in case Rosie’s mother took offense in her words after all the effort that went into the party. You felt the same way about welcome parties. Even though they were a tradition, you would prefer inviting the neighborhood over to just mingle over some black bean noodles, like what a normal person would do. But this was SKZ Castle, and everyone had to show how mighty and classy they were. The Kim family’s welcome party a few years ago was almost exactly the same, yet you barely got to know Seungmin and Jisung that day. Wasn’t the point of a welcome party to learn about the new family and become close with them as neighbors?

“Hey, (Name),” Rosie whispered from next to you. She had been talking with the adults until now, but probably noticed how bored you were. “Since most of us are done eating, should we have dessert at the other table while the adults talk?” The “other table” was slightly isolated from the main dining table, and unlike the dining table, which was huge and rectangular, the “other table” was circular and much smaller in terms of size. It was normal for all the children to sit there and play games while the adults drank and talked. You wondered what it would be like this time without your brother there. He was pretty much the only one who would talk other than Rosie, exposing every single thing that happened in his life and boring you to death. Maybe you would have the opportunity to make friends with the other kids now that your brother was gone.

You nodded, and Rosie whispered something to her mother, who immediately announced that drinks were ready for the adults and dessert was ready for the kids. All six of you stood up from you seats, already used to migrating to the “other table” when the party host announced that drinks and dessert were ready. Hyunjin looked up at you all, confused and wondering where you were all going.

“Come with us, Hyunjin!” Rosie said, her voice high and cheery. Well, that was new. Usually, you could hear the glare and frown in her voice just by her tone. “We can have dessert over there and play games.” Rosie sounded more enthusiastic about this than you had ever heard her sound. During Seungmin and his family’s welcome party, Rosie insisted on staying at the main dining table because she “wanted to hear what the adults were conversing about.”

Hyunjin’s eyes lit up at the invitation as he hurried to stand up and join you guys, excited to be included in something with just the children for the first time since his move here. He had a hop in his step, and his parents smiled at their son’s eagerness.

“Night has arrived!” Felix’s father announced, and everyone except for Felix put their heads down. After introducing yourselves to Hyunjin, you jumped right into a game of mafia. Mr. Lee offered to help host your game because his wife refused to let him drink tonight. Funnily, his own son Felix was the first one to die.

“Mafia, please lift your head up and choose your victim.” Jisung peeked up at Mr. Lee’s words, and Felix sighed at the betrayal.

“Wow…” Felix shook his head, causing his father to hush him. Jisung pointed at Rubie, poor, innocent, and unsuspecting Rubie. Mr. Lee gave him the thumbs up before asking the mafia to put his head down. He did so way too hard, bumping his forehead on the table and letting out a little “ouch.” Seungmin snorted as Jisung revealed his identity.

“Sheriff, please put your head up and choose who you think the mafia is.” Seungmin didn’t even bother raising his head, opting to call Jisung’s name out instead. Your table erupted into giggles as well as groans at how Jisung managed to ruin the game so quickly.

“Han Jisung, you’re so stupid,” Rosie said, eyes shut closed as she crossed her arms. Mr. Lee chuckled before patting his son’s shoulder and heading back to the dining table.

“My dad left,” Felix said, and you all raised your heads with a groan. Hyunjin giggled at your group, already taking a liking you all. “I don’t think we can play these kinds of games with Jisung here. Do you have Minecraft, Hyunjin?”

“Minecraft?” Hyunjin was baffled by the random question. “I don’t think so.” Felix, Seungmin, and Jisung “aww”-ed in unison at his response.

“Lix, Jisung, and I have a server we play on,” Seungmin explained. “You should get it so we can play together. We can teach you if you don’t know how to play.” You exchanged a look with Rosie, who was annoyed as ever. The two of you didn’t bother with Minecraft, and Rubie didn’t like to play with them because they always “fight over who can die in the funniest way.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it!” Hyunjin said with a big smile. The other three boys started to play together, and Rubie played by herself, leaving you, Rosie, and Hyunjin bored. You didn’t mind because you could easily just start talking with Rosie, but Hyunjin looked a bit down at how the others unknowingly left him out. You checked the clock — 8:30 at night. Your eyes lit up as an idea popped into your head.

“Hyunjin, if you’re not uncomfortable, you can join me and Rosie outside,” you offered, making eye contact with Rosie. Rosie checked the time at your sudden offer and smiled at you. When the others turned to playing Minecraft, you and Rosie liked to go outside to feed the stray cats that wandered around outside the Castle. You remembered seeing Hyunjin with his pet dog and hoped both him and his pup were okay with cats.

“Oh, alright! Sure!” Hyunjin hadn’t gotten close to the others as he had hoped, so he saw this as an opportunity to befriend you both. He hadn’t met Rosie on his first day here, but knew her name because of the kids at his school constantly gossiping about how she was “the smartest out of all the students their grade in the country.” He remembered seeing you, though, but didn’t learn your name until today. He was afraid you would avoid him, but he noticed how you dressed up less than the other kids, which made him see you as the most approachable out of the group for some unknown reason m. He was glad to accept your offer.

“I don’t have any food on me,” you said, looking at Rosie. She shook her head in response. She didn’t bring any either.

“Food?” Hyunjin asked, glancing back at the dining table. There was still a ton of food there. What were you talking about?

“You’ll see,” Rosie said, before turning to you. “Rock, paper, scissors!” Rosie groaned, her fist clenched into a rock shape. You cheered, waving your flat palm in her face.

“Paper never fails me!” You teased Rosie and she huffed. Hyunjin looked back and forth between the two of you. What? He was so lost. “Come with us, Hyunjin.” You stood up from the table with Rosie, and the two of you led Hyunjin out of the dining room. Rosie explained where you three were going with just a glance to her mother, and she nodded in response.

“Mrs. Hwang,” Rosie approached Hyunjin’s mother. “(Name) and I are gonna show Hyunjin around our favorite parts of the Castle if that’s okay with you. You don’t have to worry, we should only be half an hour.” Rosie explained to his mother, and she smiled at the three of you, agreeing immediately as she was happy to see her son get along with the other children.

The three of you stepped out of SKZ Castle’s dining room, heading downstairs past the barely-used ballroom and outside. Rosie headed towards your home to grab the cat food.

“Where’s she going?” Hyunjin asked, curious.

“To grab food,” you replied nonchalantly, ignoring his confused expression. You sped up, walking towards the gates of the Castle, and Hyunjin followed.

The “gatekeepers” as you liked to call them let you through the big, white gate, already knowing your intentions with how many times you had done this with Rosie. They looked at Hyunjin. Only you and Rosie had ever come out to feed the cats, so this was new.

You looked around for a minute, and Hyunjin watched you, still lost. You gasped quietly, making Hyunjin jump as you knelt down near one of the bushes.

“Hello!” You cooed at the brown and black cat sitting next to the bush — your favorite cat, Avocado Toast. Hyunjin didn’t see him at first due to the dark, but gasped when he saw his big, green eyes staring at him.

“Is that a stray cat?” he asked. You nodded without looking back at him, busy petting Avocado Toast lovingly. “Does it have a disease or anything?” You laughed at how scared Hyunjin sounded.

“No, of course not,” you answered. “This is Avocado Toast, or Avo-To for short. Avo-To, meet Hyunjin. He moved here a few weeks ago.” You talked to the cat as if he could understand you. You bet he could. He was a very smart cat.

“Hi,” Hyunjin greeted the cat, squatting next to you to get a closer look, yet keeping a safe distance away from the animal. “Are you positive it’s clean?” You laughed again, making Hyunjin giggle a little bit at how cowardly he sounded.

“I’m not allowed to keep him, but I did check him. He cleans himself very well. And according to Google, he is perfectly healthy.” You reassured Hyunjin, who exhaled in relief. “He lives very well. He’s basically a SKZ Castle resident at this point.” Hyunjin laughed at your joke, which you didn’t really think was funny. It must be easy to make him laugh. He scooted closer at your reassurance. “You’re just like my parents. They hated that I cared about stray cats so much.”

“But they let you and your sister feed them, so they must trust you,” Hyunjin said, blinking. “Right?”

“I guess so,” you said. It took you a few seconds to process his words before you whipped your head towards Hyunjin so fast that you startled him. “Wait… my what?”

“Your sister, Rosie,” Hyunjin tilted his head at your sudden change in mood. “You don’t look exactly like Rosie and Rubie, but they are your sisters, aren't they?” Your mouth went dry at Hyunjin’s misunderstanding. You supposed you had to explain to him that no, they were not your sisters and you were not related to them or their family in any way. Your real family is in fact the family that used to live in his current home. But now, your brother is off living a new life with his girlfriend, your mother is dead, and your father is probably somewhere living in the mountains, avoiding any human contact, and they all abandoned you and left you to fend for yourself until Rosie and her family were kind enough to let you live with them? You gulped, realizing it would be too difficult to explain the whole thing to him. Plus, unexpectedly, you didn’t exactly want Hyunjin to know this pathetic information about you. You gave him the simplest, shortest, and most straightforward response you could come up with.

“Yes.”

a/n : yayyyy chapter one is done! thank you for reading and bearing with how much it dragged on. chapter one had to be a bit long and boring to introduce the main characters. now that there’s a cliff hanger... things only get more complicated from here! i have the rest of the chapters planned, and i’ll try to write despite my stomach pain haha soooo please look forward to it! thank you for reading~~~ ♡

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love-fireflysong · 4 years

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Day 10: Road Trip

Fandom: Until Dawn Character(s): Josh Washington, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown Words: 2791 Rating: General Author’s Notes: And we are back to our regularly scheduled dose of Nerd Trio™ shenanigans! With bonus appearance of “oh no. there’s only one bed!”. I can only hope that you guys have half as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

To say that the three of them weren’t looking forward to this trip, would have been a dirty, rotten lie. They had been planning this ever since Ashley first joined them in the esteemed and hallowed halls of high school. The moment (or at least, couple of weeks after) she graduated, the three of them were going to rent an RV and just go. They had spent the last couple of years saving up for it in fact. While Josh had graciously accepted the cost of renting the RV, they still needed money to pay for gas, food, lodging, and so forth. It was planned as one last summer of freedom for all three of them before the duties of college, work, and being an adult lessened the ability to just hang out.

And oh, did Josh have a plan

He stood in front of the RV rental location, hands on his hips, and his head held high as he went through the objectives of said plan once again.

Step 1: Rent RV with 3 beds Step 2: Immediately change rental to two beds when the other two leave. Step 3: Feign shock when you drive it to pick up the others at how there’s not enough beds anymore. Oh no! What to do?! Step 4: ???? (Hint: it may have involved sharing the bed) Step 5: Profit

Steps one and two had been completed at the beginning of May, and now he had to get his acting chops together for step three. He had a bet to win after all. He had put down a frankly stupid amount of money that Chris and Ash would be married before they finished college. And the best way to do that was to get them dating before Ash even started. Hence, the whole ‘there’s not enough beds’ shtick.

‘I don’t know what to say guys’ Josh practiced in his head as he walked to the front desk. ‘There was a mix-up and we got stuck with this one instead. I tried to talk to some people but because it’s summer it was just too short notice to find another vehicle. But it’s fine! We got this! I’ll take the smaller bed, no, it fine, I’ll be okay, don’t you worry. You both know how I tend to hog the blankets anyways. And you two—oh. I guess that just leaves the double for you. Well, I’m sure you’ll manage.’

It was perfect. The plan was completely foolproof. Sure the multiple others he had tried over the last couple of years had failed spectacularly, but this one was different. If the two of them waking up in the same bed nestled in each others arms everyday for a month didn’t change things, then nothing would.

And so, Josh walked into the air conditioned lobby of the rental place, and greeted the man sitting at the front desk with an exuberant cock-sure grin. After a quick confirmation check, making sure to dot all the i’s and cross all the t’s, Josh signed the paperwork with an overly outlandish signature and was handed the keys to their new home for the next month.

This month was going to be great.

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“This month is going to be awful.”

Ashley stood in the center of the RV, her arms crossed angrily over her chest as she glared at the double bed situated further to the back.

“C’mon Ash, it’s not so bad. I mean, we can definitely make it work. Maybe?”

She turned towards Chris, who’s skill at placating Ash was less then stellar right now. “Make it work? How in the world are we supposed to make it work? There are three of us Chris! And only one bed!”

Unfortunately for everyone, especially Josh, she was right. After a day of driving, the three of them had finally arrived at their first stop on their leg of the journey. And with the way things were going already, it was looking like it might be their last.

“I don’t see how on earth you didn’t catch this Josh!”

From where he was sitting at the kitchen table and leaning back against one of the wall cushions, Josh shrugged weakly. “There was a mix-up and they accidentally booked us the wrong RV.” he lied, though not quite as smoothly as he had planned earlier in the day. “It’s summer and they didn’t have any others available that weren’t already booked.”

There was no way he was ever going to admit that he had declined the quick inspection that the agent had offered. He had just taken the keys and hooked it up to the truck without a single look. He was taking that secret to the grave.

With a groan, Ash joined Josh on the bench and placed her head in her hands. “I knew that I should have insisted a look when we were throwing everything into the back of the truck. But no, you insisted that everything was fine and we were late leaving anyway so I didn’t argue.” She moved to just placing her head face-down onto the table in the circle of her arms.

Hesitantly, Chris walked over to the table and joined them. For a moment, Josh thought he was going to start rubbing Ash’s back to try and calm her down, but he chickened out and awkwardly placed his hand back at his side. Instead the blond looked at the two of them hopefully. “I mean, maybe there is another bed somewhere?”

Josh regarded him with a flat look. “And where would you suggest that be Cochise?” He gestured with his arm to the rest of the area and watched as Chris’s face fell at the admittance the Josh had a point.

The area of the RV was small, as one would expect. There was the aforementioned double bed at the one end of the trailer, the kitchen table and its U-shaped benches where they sat at the other end, and the door leading to the small bathroom across from them. In the middle was a small kitchenette with a couple of cupboards, and the storage closets across from it. There was no chair or couch for them to sit on, or sleep on as the case was. They couldn’t even use the weird little table alcove as a bed either. The table was bolted into the floor of the trailer so you had to literally slide in if you wanted to sit down. Meaning that there was a very high chance of someone waking up and cracking their head on the table if they weren’t careful.

Ashley’s voice was muffled but mournful from where she had deigned to face plant on the table. “Knew Josh shouldn’t have went alone to grab the stupid thing. One of us should have went with him.”

“Yeah, well, them’s the breaks girl. I hate to be the one to interrupt this lovely pity party we have going on, but we really need to finish bring in the rest of our shit.”

Thankfully, Chris seemed to agree with him. “He’s right, Ash. Aside from bringing in the pots and pans and our clothes and toiletries, we still need to buy food. And I don’t know about you two, but I for one am starving.”

Slowly coming up from the safety of her arms, Ash sighed. “You’re right,” and continued with a more hopeful “And hey, maybe we’ll figure something out after eating some food.”

Three hours later, after an exciting evening of putting away their stuff, fighting over what food to put on the list, grocery shopping, fighting again (‘Who put the stupid Oreo's in the cart? We agreed no Oreo's!’ and ‘Really? Spinach? What are we, rabbits?’ being only two examples of the many, many arguments had there), and having shared a hearty and nutritional dinner of Kraft Dinner before bickering over who got to clean the dishes first (Josh lost that fight, on virtue of screwing up with the RV), they still hadn’t figured anything out. So now here they were, the three of them dressed for bed in old t-shirts and sleep shorts and/or sweats. And all staring at the only bed in resigned acceptance of their fate.

“I mean, one of us could just sleep in the truck.”

Ashley sighed. “No Chris, no one’s sleeping in the truck.” Noticing the look on his face, she was quick to shut him down. “Or on the floor, so don’t even bother offering.”

Josh shrugged. “ I mean, we’re all pretty skinny people. The one benefit of being pasty bookworm, and even more pasty technophile, and a handsome horror movie connoisseur.” He expertly ducked to avoid Chris’s headlock, though it put him right in line for Ash’s smack to connect with the back of his head. “So if we squeeze, we might all fit.”

The groan that came from Ash would have been insulting if he wasn’t feeling the same way. “Unfortunately, I think that’s the only option available to us. Oh, this is so not going to be comfortable.”

“Well, excuse you Ash, but I have heard from reputable sources that I am a very comfortable person, a human shaped body pillow if it were, so I take extreme offense to your complaints.” Again, Josh was able to avoid Ash’s push but was left open for Chris to punch him in the arm. He rubbed his arm as he stared at the other two. “Okay, seriously, how are you two doing that? Do you plan this out or something? Have normal, scheduled meeting about how best to injure me?”

“Something like that.” Chris responded distractedly as he dug through a drawer, closed it, and then opened another. Eventually, he managed to find what he was looking for and after a few more moments, turned around with three pieces of a plastic straw in his hand.

Josh eyed the straws warily. “What? You planning on having one last milkshake before bed or something?”

Chris rolled his eyes as he offered his hand clutching the straws to both Josh and Ashley. “Of course not you moron. Ash didn’t let us buy any ice cream anyway. No, this is to decide who gets to be in the middle.”

With a slightly nervous glance shared with Ash, Josh swallowed and reluctantly chose a straw.

And, as it turns out, ending up as the middle spoon as he laid cramped and miserable and oh so awkwardly between Chris in front and Ash at his back.

“This is awkward and I hate it,” Josh said.

“Shut up, Josh,” Chris and Ashley replied in unison.

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When Josh woke up the next morning, the early morning sun shining into the window right above the bed, it was with him spread on his back. Chris was snoring right by his head, Ash’s face was smushed into his shoulder, and each of them had one arm draped over his chest. Someone might have found this entire scene cute.With Chris snoring loudly in his ear and Ash drooling on shoulder though, Josh was not that person.

With a groan, he carefully extracted himself from the center of the bed, somehow miraculously managing to not wake the other two up, and watched with nonplussed amusement as Chris and Ashley gravitated in their sleep to the now empty center, Ash ending up pressing her face into Chris’s chest as he buried his own into the top of her head, still snoring all the while. With a wistful sigh, he could only bemoan the fact that his plan totally would have worked. If only there had been a second bed.

Yawning and scratching at his stomach, Josh made his way to the shower at the other end of the trailer, grabbing a fresh set of clothes and his own shampoo on the way. When he emerged refreshed and marginally more awake thirty minutes later, it was to the smell of bacon and eggs and the still slightly red faces of his two best friends.

“Oooh. Service and a show.” With a grin, he twisted his towel and as a joke snapped it lightly at Chris’s ass while he cooked the bacon. He snickered at the yelp that resulted, and even more at the flat eyed look of disapproval from Ashley as she sliced a loaf of bread at the counter.

“That’s it. No breakfast for you.”

“Oh come on, Ash!”

“Nope. You lost your chance. Either cook your own bacon and eggs or have a bowl of cereal.”

“You are a cruel and heartless woman, Ashley Brown. I hope you know this as you sentence me to this injustice.”

Josh gave an overly exaggerated wail of despair as he moved to steal a piece of cooked bacon from one of the plates, and was intercepted by a smack to the back of his hand from Chris’s spatula. He cradled his now grievously injured hand to his chest.

“You heard the lady. You’ve been regulated to cereal like the child you are.”

“You two are going to be the most killjoy and unfun parents ever. I will have to rescue my poor nieces and nephews from your clutches just to show them life outside of their bleak and dreary lives.” He ignored them sputtering behind him as he dug through through their makeshift pantry. “What did we do with the cereal?”

While not removing his eyes from the pan of sizzling bacon, Chris turned his head slightly to talk over his shoulder. “Check the middle shelf to the right. I think Ash put a couple of boxes there.”

“Yeah, I see those one’s Cochise, I meant the fun cereal.”

“And what exactly is wrong with Raisin Bran and Cheerios?”

“Um, everything Ash. Just, everything.”

Chris snorted, then gave another yelp when he moved to dodge some grease when the bacon popped with a sharp crack. “Top shelf. I put the good stuff up there.”

“Chris!”

With a shout of victory, Josh pulled out a box of Oreo O’s and came behind Ash to grab a bowl from the cupboard above her head and the carton of milk from the fridge next to her.

“Wait, how the hell did you manage to sneak those into the cart?”

“I wanted Oreo’s, Ash, and I was gonna get my Oreo’s one way or another,” Josh said as he poured way more then the recommended serving into the bowl and poured in a helpful amount of milk. Replacing the milk in the fridge he grabbed a spoon and sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat his bowl of pure sugar as he reclined into the cushioned back of the benches. Shortly after, Ash and Chris joined him at the table with their own plates of slightly burnt bacon, eggs, and toast. “So, sleep well?” he asked innocently.

In response, Chris and Ash both ripped off a piece of toast and threw it at his head, which Josh easily dodged with a cackle. The rest of the meal passed in relative peace, aside from the occasional minor food fight that was Josh flicking pieces of cereal at their heads, as he felt wont to do every now and then. Until, that is, Chris dropped his fork by accident and it fell to the floor with a clatter.

Swearing under his breath, Chris vanished under the table only to not reappear seconds later with said fork in hand.

“Ya doing alright down there, Cochise?”

When Chris responded back, it was with a pained edge to his voice, still under the table. “Can you two clear the table for me please.”

“You get stuck down there or something?”

“Just, just clear the table.”

Giving Ash a look of confusion similar to the one she was giving him, the two of them nonetheless cleared the table of all dishes, cutlery, cups, and ketchup that rested on it. With a grunt of effort, Chris extracted himself from beneath the table. And then, giving an extremely pained long-suffering sigh, put his hand underneath the table top and something mechanical snapped. In silence, they could only watch as the table slowly collapsed down to rest on what everyone now noticed to be the slightly lowered edges of the u-shaped benches, making a completely flat surface.

Without a word, it was Ash who reached for the cushioned backs of the benches and was easily able to rip them from their velcro and laid them across the newly flat surface. The three of them could only stare nonplussed and quiet at what was obviously a second bed. The burnt bacon and soggy cereal now long forgotten on the counter top behind them.

“I call dibs on the Table Bed.”

#pride month prompt challenge #my writing #until dawn #josh washington #ashley brown #chris hartley #chrashley #a day late again #i have discovered the need for the chaos that is the nerd trio grocery shopping #i needed a fic detailing this yesterday #i am not getting the point of these being short drabbles #how the hell are each of these ending up so long?

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A fateful encounter

Valentione’s day had always been one of Lareine’s favorite festivals, but this year she was somewhat disappointed. After a long, loud argument from both sides, Varg had let her drop her duties at the manor and travel to Gridania. Lareine had asked Varg to join her, but he had stated most of festivals to be just claptrap and waste of time. Lareine had asked Arsene too, but he had politely declined and also mentioned something about jobs undone.

She had never, ever seen either of them having fun! Did they even, ever? If not, how it was even possible? Lareine was certain if one didn’t party hard time to time, they’d eventually get sick from too much work or go crazy without themselves even noticing. She would definitely need some help in softening them, she thought. It took way too much time to do alone.

It was already getting late, but it didn’t slow down the celebrators. Colorful fireworks dappled the black sky and lanterns were kindled. Some of them were sent flying and some sailing. Every place was full of beautiful colors, delicious food and good music.

Most of Lareine’s money had gone to airship tickets, but she still had a couple of gil left. She ended up buying a stick with cotton candy on it from one of the stalls. Where would she get money from to get back to Ishgard? No point worrying about it now. Time to party! She wouldn’t let some stiff old men ruin her fun.

Lareine was wandering around the faire, watching people come and go. Everyone else had someone with them. People had either come there with their spouses, dates, family or friends. She seemed to be the only one by herself.

Like cherry on the top of her jealousy was the damned love labyrinth. People who entered had to go through the labyrinth without straying too far from each other, while dodging moogle traps. When they got through, their names were announced to the cheering crowd nearby, and they also got cute prizes to take home: heart shaped cakes, cookies, pink ribbons, plushies… Gods damn it, what Lareine wouldn’t have given for a pink mammet toy with a heart shaped tuft on her night desk?

Suddenly Lareine bumped into something - or someone, she thought to herself, when she heard another surprised, high-pitched cry in addition to her own. She was too slow to grab a better hold of her pink cotton candy, and she could almost see the horrendous situation in slow motion, as her precious delicacy fell towards the sandy, partly muddy ground. There was a soft thud, and she noticed strawberry soft ice with marshmallows in it, laying at her feet next to her cotton candy. Shocked, Lareine lifted her gaze from the ground to in front of her, and was staring into huge, turquoise eyes framed by ash black, messy hair and round eyeglasses. The otherwise cute, bookwormish appearance didn’t fit at all with long, black, high-heeled thighboots and detailed, pompous looking robe usually worn by archmages. The female viera didn’t seem many years younger than Lareine was. “How dare you?! Look what you did!” she screamed, pointing at Lareine with a pale, petite hand with long, black claws and pretentious, huge ring in its index finger. “Watch where you’re walking!” Lareine inhaled deeply. “Get a new fockin’ pair o’ glasses, four-eyes, and watch where yer goin’! Tha heck ya doin’ ‘ere alone aniway??” she cried loudly with as unattractive voice as she possibly could whatever happened to pop up into her mind. “Yer boyfriend left ya, because yer a such a clumsy fockin’ shite? Ya lost ‘im into da heckin’ labyrinth, ya blind excuse for a friggin’ ‘little miss moonshine?!” They both fell silent for a moment, during which the viera’s facial expressions shifted very fast. First she looked aghast, then furious, then suddenly, distinctively accidentally jubilant, and finally annoyed for letting herself slip. They both burst into hysterical laughter at the same time. Lareine wasn’t even sure what they were laughing at, but she guessed eventually they were just laughing at each other laughing. Finally the viera managed to gather her self control enough to stop giggling and wiped a tear from her eye. Some passers by were eyeing at them disapprovingly, but she didn’t seem to care. “Oh gods…”, she blurted and briefly examined her clothing, probably making sure there was no ice-cream in it. “You sound like a vulture.” Lareine opened her mouth and was very close to start yelling again, but then the viera added, grinning kindly: “They’re my favorite birds.” Lareine closed her mouth, while the viera took a step closer and offered her hand. “Silke Doomflare”, she introduced herself, trying to sound formal, but her huge, beautiful doe eyes and extravagant make-up watered it down quite effectively. They shook hands. “I’m so, so sorry about my outburst”, Silke started to explain, while shaking Lareine’s hand very rapidly. “You know, I’ve had the absolute, worst day ever… actually the worst week ever and this was my first chance in ages to have some fun, and then…” She shook her head. “But you’re absolutely right. I should’ve watched where I’m going. And I mean, pff, it’s just ice-cream”, she made a dismissive gesture with her other hand. “I can just buy a new one.” Finally Silke noticed she had forgotten they were still holding hands, and she quickly yanked it away like she had just gotten electrocuted. Lareine blinked at the fuzzing viera in front of her. A weird sensation washed over her. Was it the suddenly died outburst? Or the huge, pretty doe eyes behind those round glasses? Or this weird girl holding her hand? Lareine had not felt like this since… “N… No, I should ‘ave watched where I go”, Lareine confessed. “I was lost in mi thoughts. It’s been friggin’ ages since my last visit to any public happenin’. Name’s Ir... Uhh... Lareine, by tha way. Lareine Kira.” The name brought a sour taste on the viera’s tongue, but what could she do? Better safe than sorry.

Would it have been inappropriate to shake hands again? Lareine scolded herself for even thinking about it.

“I dink I spent mi last gil onto dat friggin’ sweet, but whutever”, she continued. “I’m gettin’ an overdose o’ sugar o’ dese decorations and lovebirds all over da place anyway.” Lareine put her hands behind her back and shifted her weight from one foot to another. “So.. DID ya lose yer boyfriendo into da friggin’ maze?” Silke stared at Lareine in disbelief, blinked her eyes for a few times and then gave an incredulous laugh. “Honey, please”, she said, while making the dismissive gesture with her hand again. “I’m way too busy with my magick studies to waste my precious time on boys. Besides, they mostly just manage to annoy me. You know, most of them I’ve met…”, she lowered her voice into a whisper. “…have their brain down there.” She pointed somewhere towards the ground. “And I really enjoy the old-fashioned, functioning brain more than -” Suddenly she closed her mouth so quickly Lareine could hear a faint snap. “Oh gods, I sound like a zombie!” Lareine could almost see into Silke’s head, how it was cramped full of old, dusty bookshelves. Silke wasn’t quite sure where things were stored, and when she tried to take something from the dangerously swaying pile, a bunch of others also fell out. “I’ve been holding you back for a good while already, Lareine”, Silke noted finally, interrupting Lareine’s thoughts. “Allow me at least to buy a new cotton candy for you before I go.” “N-no need”, Lareine exclaimed, shaking her head and lifting her hands in front of her. “Like I said, I already ‘ad an overdose o’ -” “Then allow me to give you money for something else you’d like -”, Silke was digging something up from her pocket. “N-no, I don’t wanna -”, Lareine tried to deter. “Take the damn money or I’ll throw it into the nearest lake!” Silke hissed, gently grabbed Lareine’s wrist and dropped a bunch of gil on her palm. The coins were so shiny they looked like brand new. The mage bowed politely and was about to turn to leave. “Actually..!” Lareine cried out. “Ya haven’t been ‘olding mi back, Silke. Quite the contrary! Tha main reason I was on such a bad mood was because I ‘ad to come ‘ere all alone. Tha only two I asked to come wid mi are soo fockin’ busy all tha time, damn married with deir works dey are…” Silke blinked again, looking surprised. Then she laughed. “Are you kidding me? I could’ve said that.” Lareine looked at her curiously, while she continued: “I also asked my sister to come with me here, and she, too, declined - surprise, surprise: because of work! So I came alone.”

They stared at each other for a moment. “Well, if ya insist -”, Lareine started and slipped the coins into her pocket. “Well, if I’m not disturbing -”, Silke started at the same time. They both fell silent, waiting for the other one to say their thing first. A stubborn smile tried to creep its way on Silke’s face. “Show me where the damn cotton candy shop is”, she ordered grandiloquently, while pointing randomly somewhere towards the crowd. “We go there first. And then we go to the ice-cream shop. And after that… hmm, do you happen to like games?”

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baronessblixen · 5 years

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No idea if I’m doing this right (new to the tumblr world!) I have a prompt I was hoping you would consider. looking for a fic set during Arcadia. Scully isn’t feeling well, gets sick/thinks she’s coming down with a cold, or has period cramps... somewhere along those lines. they are forced together as a couple, living together for the assignment. She is hesitant to accept his care due to the awkwardness during this time period because of Diana but eventually allows him to care for her.

Very old prompt! I combined it with prompt 14 from @xfficchallenges: please stay. Also tagging @today-in-fic

Nights in Arcadia

"Honey, you're home." Mulder stands there with his hands on his hips, wearing a too small, salmon-colored apron that Scully has no idea where it came from, grinning from ear to ear.

"I am," she answers slowly, her eyes on him as she takes off her coat and sets down her briefcase. Mulder is still grinning, reminding her of a Stepford wife. There have been times in their partnership when she would have found his silly behavior cute. These days, she just finds him irritating. The raging war in her stomach is not helping. There's another bout of pain in her abdomen and she sighs to hide her pain from him.

"Cooked you dinner. I thought I should do something nice for my wifey." That grin. Again.

He isn't taking any of this seriously; the case, this life, her. Not for one moment. She can't even fake a smile with her stomach in knots.

"I'm not hungry." If she sounds like a petulant child, so be it.

His grin fades. "But...," he trails off, tugging at his apron until it comes off. He expected her to play along, to laugh at his jokes like before, to indulge him. This time she won't.

"I'm going to take a bath," she says, the decision long made. That bathtub has been calling her name for hours. Mulder's eyes follow her as she walks up the stairs but he doesn't say a word.

Upstairs, in her – Laura's bedroom - Scully takes a deep breath. Something in her stomach pulls and she moans. She shouldn't have had that salad at lunch. If she were alone, meaning without Mulder, she'd get in her pajamas, get a hot water bottle and watch a movie until she falls asleep. But she isn't alone. Mulder is here. She hears him downstairs, doing whatever he's doing there in the kitchen. With a sigh, she walks into the bathroom and lets water into the tub, sitting there, just breathing in and out, willing the pain in her abdomen to subside.

Her alone time doesn’t last long, however. She should have known Mulder wouldn’t give up as easily.

"Knock, knock," Mulder says from outside. "Are you decent?"

She wants to lie and say no but she doesn't have the heart. "Come in."

"I thought maybe you'd like to eat while you're taking your bath." For once his face is devoid of amusement. He's trying. His smile is almost bashful. Scully's stomach grumbles but she's not sure whether it's in agreement or in horror.

"What is it?" she asks, trying to get a look at the plate.

"Pasta carbonara. With lots of bacon and cheese." Mulder lowers the plate so she can see it. The pasta swims in a rich smelling sauce and Scully's stomach has made a decision.

It's a definite no.

She has just enough time to turn around, fall to her knees, lift the toilet lid and let go.

"Oh shit, Scully." Mulder's voice is close and she squeezes her eyes shut. Why does he have to be here? She hears the plate clatter, wonders where he's put the insulting pasta. Since when does Mulder cook anyway? Diana pops into her head and she groans.

"Hey, hey, it's all right." The faucet squeaks as Mulder turns it off. She wants to cry; the water is going to get cold. As cold as she's feeling. Until Mulder puts his hand on her back. It's so warm, so big. Comforting.

“Mulder...,” she mumbles but doesn’t find the strength to move away from his touch.

“Do you feel better now? Do you need anything?” She needs to be alone. That’s what she wants. But Mulder is drawing circles on her back, his fingertips gently pressing into her skin. She could fall asleep like this.

“Hmmm,” she answers him. Her stomach is still upset, but less so than before. As long as she doesn’t think about the pasta, or any other food, she'll be fine. "Can you- the pasta…" Even the word makes her sick. "Can you take it away… please?" Mulder doesn't reply, but the hand on her back disappears and then he's gone, too. She uses the moment to heave herself up. Her legs are useless and her knees weak. She stares at her reflection in the mirror. What a sight. If Mulder thought she looked hideous with her face cream, what is he going to think now? And what does it even matter? She sighs.

Scully puts toothpaste on her toothbrush and brushes her teeth carefully. The minty taste gives her a feeling of normalcy. Mulder returns and she catches him in the mirror. Their eyes meet.

"Pasta is gone. Do you want me to make you soup? I can do a mean butter toast if you want." His smile is so genuine that any anger she might have felt earlier just disappears into thin air. She shakes her head and gives him the smallest of smiles. She's just been sick in front of him. Not for the first time in the six years they've known each other. Now she's got frothy toothpaste on her lips, some of it dripping onto the porcelain.

"I'm fine," she says after she spits out the toothpaste. "Thank you. I think I'll just go to bed." She sees Mulder nod before he's back at her side. There's no reason for him to put his hand on her back and lead her into the bedroom. She lets him do it anyway. Standing there, watching Mulder get the bed ready, even though she is capable of doing it herself, she can't help but wonder. She's shared everything with Mulder, except a bed. Blood shoots into her cheeks, just imaging them here together in this bed, tangled up with each other in between the sheets. That’s a line of thinking she shouldn’t pursue; especially after everything with Diana.

"I think you might be running a fever, Scully." Leave it to Mulder to catch her daydreaming about him.

"I'm fine," she repeats quickly, running a hand over her face while cursing her fair complexion.

"Of course you are. Do you refuse everyone's help or just mine?" Mulder's sudden outburst catches her by surprise. He's angrily fluffing a pillow, throwing it on the bed. Somehow she thinks he'd like to do the same with her. "Why won't you let me take care of you, Scully? Just once?" He's not looking at her, fighting with the blanket and two pillows. She won't help him.

Why, she thinks. Why does he even need to ask? The answer is as simple as it is complicated. Diana. The aftertaste of his misplaced trust still lingers. He never apologized. She didn't expect him to and yet, she'd hoped. Just a "you were right, Scully". But nothing. He sulked and sulked and they didn't talk about it.

"I had a bad salad, Mulder," Scully says in an even voice, not wanting to get into it now. He turns to her, his eyes small and unreadable. "I'm not sick."

He looks at her for a long while and she can't tell what he's thinking. "If you say so. Feel better, Scully."

"Would you rather be here with someone else?" The words fall out of her mouth right as he is about to leave the bedroom.

He stops. "What?"

"You're acting like all of this is a joke. We've got the x-files back and you're treating his case and me like it's not important." Surprise flashes over his face. He had no idea, it occurs to her. No idea how he's been treating her.

"Not important? Scully, I wouldn't want to be here with anyone else. I don't want to do this with anyone but you.”

"Then why are you acting like… like this?"

He throws his hands into the air. "Like what?"

"Ever since we've got here, you've treated me like a liability. Like your little wifey." She shudders. "Is that how you view relationships? A marriage?"

"Scully." Everything about him softens all at once as he walks towards her. A small smile curls at his lips. "I am trying to fit in here."

"I thought you were doing the opposite?"

He nods. "But as a husband, I'm just trying… I don't know how this works, Scully. You've been so distant lately. Cracking jokes seemed my safest bet."

"You're blaming me?" She takes a step back. "That's rich, Mulder."

"I'm not blaming you," he says softly, searching her eyes. "We haven't had time to talk about everything – Diana," he sighs, shakes his head as if he could get rid of her that way. "I know we need to talk about it."

"We do," Scully agrees.

"But not tonight. Not in this- house. All of this pretend, right?" She doesn't know where he is going with this so she nods slowly. "Can't you just pretend – just for tonight – that everything between us is fine and please let me take care of you? We'll forget about it in the morning and never talk about it again."

Scully stares at him, speechless. She doesn't want to pretend. It feels like they've done nothing but pretend. But maybe Mulder is right. His eyes are pleading with her and she can't deny him that. If she's honest, it's not for him. Not just for him, anyway. One night where they pretend Diana didn't happen. As she looks at him, she wonders, where does this start? To what point in their relationship are they returning? Pre-almost kiss?

Mulder doesn't give her time to think about it. "Now, get into bed and I'll make you some tea. Is that- would that be all right?"

"Do we have chamomile?" she asks as she gets into bed. Mulder smiles as he secures the blanket around her and touches her cheek in passing.

"We do," he answers. The bed dips as he sits next to her for a moment. "Thank you, Scully. For tonight." Without even glancing at her, he leaves her alone. She slips further into bed and listens to Mulder downstairs. It's comforting. By the time he brings up the tea, she is almost asleep. She smiles at him, happy to see him again and reminds herself that all of this is just pretend. So she whispers “please stay” and Mulder, with a bright smile, stays by her side.

She lets him tell her about his day. Even lets him hold her hand for a while, his thumb rubbing against her skin in circles. She pretends not to notice when he lies down on the other side of the bed. Pretends she doesn't see the way he looks at her, scoots closer, holds her. After all, she reminds herself, they will never speak of this night again.

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FICTOBER 2019 | DAY TWO | “JUST FOLLOW ME, I KNOW THE AREA”

Prompt: 2 - “Just follow me, I know the area.”

Fandom & Ship: Community, Jeff x Annie

Summary: Jeff, Britta and Troy fly to DC to surprise Annie, but without Annie there to plan it all, it kind of falls apart.

“We’re lost,” Troy whines behind him, his voice rings in Jeff’s ears. This is the fifth time that Troy has moaned in the last 3 minutes and Jeff’s starting to lose his patience with him.

He thinks to himself how, if they had listened to him earlier and actually followed the map he had out on his phone, they wouldn’t even be in this mess. But then his phone died, and then so did Troy’s. Now they had no map, no address, no hints as to where the hell they should be headed.

He pictures them all in Annie’s apartment, imaging them with a hot drink and their feet up on her sofa, listening to her tell a story in her animated Annie fashion. He tries to ignore the fact that they’re currently roaming the streets of DC hopelessly in a desperate attempt to find her apartment building in the cold air. Their luggage drags along behind them and they can’t ignore how tired, bored and cold they all feel.

The thought of seeing Annie again was the only thing keeping Jeff going at this point. Even if Britta and Troy were there with him. He does kind of wish he could see her alone, but when he announced his plans to his friends, they all begged to join him, and Jeff couldn’t say no.

“Just follow me, I know the area,” Britta says confidently, but it only causes her friends to groan. “I lived in New York, remember?”

“You do realise we are not in New York right now, right?” Jeff feels the need to check, unsure why Britta thinks her faux-knowledge of a completely different city will help her here and now. It’s one of those weird Britta-isms he’ll never understand, but he hopes for her sake she’s on to something. For the love of God, please let her be onto something.

“Shut up,” she nudges his side and storms past him, walking off down the street.

Troy and Jeff pick up pace to follow her, knowing they don’t really have much choice at this point, both their phones are dead and they have no idea where they were. They might as well not lose Britta, even if she is dead weight.

They wander aimlessly for a few more minutes? Hours? Days? Jeff’s lost track of time by this point, and every second seems to be crawling by agonisingly slow. It’s time to face facts, they have no clue where they are. He just wants to see Annie. Why is it so hard?

The idea of surprising Annie with an impromptu semi-group reunion seems stupid now that they couldn’t even find her. Jeff thinks back to their original, half-hatched plans and wonders whether they should’ve just got her to meet them at the airport. She’d probably be embarrassed with his poor planning skills, he thinks to himself after.

“Shall I just call her?” Britta asks 5 blocks later, and Jeff and Troy turn to each other, eyes full of anger (Jeff) and confusion (Troy).

“You’ve had a phone on you the whole time?!” They shout in unison.

“Duh doy. These phones last like a week without charging,” Britta pulls out a very outdated phone from her purse. It looks like a brick and Jeff’s pretty sure he can see an antenna sticking out of it. It looks like a lost relic from the late 80s. “It may not have all your fancy apps on it, but it does the trick.”

“Jeez Britta, how old is your phone?” Troy comments, curiously inspecting the device in her hand. “You seriously need an upgrade.”

Returning back to the task at hand, Jeff rubs his temples vividly. “So you’re meaning to tell us we could’ve called Annie hours ago? Did you seriously not think of that?”

“I thought the whole point of this was that it was a surprise,” she spits out.

He glares back at her. Her reasoning is stupid and he’s not afraid to tell her that.

“Shut up, Winger. Maybe if you didn’t spend the whole flight sorting through your selfies and draining your shitty phone battery, we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.”

Troy stifles a laugh and stops immediately when Jeff sends him a pointed look.

“I wasn’t even doing that,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. So what? He may have been looking through some old photos of the group all together, reminiscing about the last time he saw Annie… Didn’t mean anything though.

Britta presses call on Annie’s icon, putting the phone on speaker. They can all hear her flustered voice when she finally answers.

“Hi Britta,” Annie calls out in her familiar voice. It sends a chill down Jeff’s spine. That, or cold breeze that just picked up. “Is everything ok?”

“Heyyyy,” she drawls in response. Jeff and Troy stand by, listening in.

“You haven’t locked yourself out of the apartment again, have you? Is there a problem with the rent or something? Have you been robbed?”

“Nah, I’m all good,” Britta continues. “Actually, we do need your help… We’re a little lost.”

“Lost?” Annie’s voice is laced with concern, he can practically sense imagine her sitting at home, heart racing, eyes filled with panic. It’s a pretty cute picture, but he doesn’t want her to worry too much.

“We’re in D.C. but we don’t really know where we are right now… What’s your address again?” He sighs, feeling a bit bad they’ve ruined their surprise.

“Surprise!” Troy adds in before Annie can even react.

“You’re in DC?” is all she says before pausing for a moment. They wait, huddling further into their jackets, unsure if she sounds excited or not. “I’ll text it to you now Britta.”

“We’ll get a cab right over. Thanks, Annie!”

“I can’t believe you guys are here!” She jumps up and down as they walk into her apartment. It’s a tiny, tiny excuse for a place. The walls are bright yellow - very Annie - and the kitchen slash living room just about fits them all inside. Thank god the others hadn’t been able to make it; they were already at maximum capacity.

“I missed you,” Troy pulls her in for a big hug. “Plus I have to tell you all my pirate stories - something these two clearly don’t appreciate.” Troy sends Britta and Jeff a glare as he moves away.

Britta ignores him, approaching Annie next. “Your place is… cute,” she tries.

But in reality it’s cramped, and Jeff’s pretty sure he can feel a breeze coming in through the closed window, he mentally tells himself to check that out later.

He can tell she’s really tried to make it as homely as she can, with throws and pillows and little dashes of Annie about the place.

“Thanks,” Annie shrugs. “It’s the best I could do with my savings right now. Oh, and please thank your parents again for covering all the rent while I’m gone, I owe them.”

“Don’t mention it. Seriously.”

It’s Jeff’s turn next.

He’s finally standing in front of her, a moment he’s been picturing ever since he dropped her off at the airport with Abed. And yeah, he definitely never imagines Troy and Britta in all his fantasies, but he knows it’s nice for them to all have a group reunion so he’s not exactly complaining.

“Hey,” he breaths as she steps towards her. He feels a weight on his shoulders, full of words unsaid, longing and feelings. The woman he loves is stood there in front of him, and more than anything he wants to go over to her, pull her close, and press his lips on hers. But he can’t. Not right now, at least.

A silence lingers between them, before she moves closer and wraps her arms around his waist.

“Hey,” she near-whispers back into his chest and the vibration of her voice against him sends shockwaves around his body. For the first time in a while, he finally feels alive. It’s stupid and he tries to ignore it.

“Missed you,” he stops himself from saying more. He really doesn’t want to open his mouth and admits just how much he hates Greendale when she’s not there. He’s been getting by ok, and he doesn’t exactly want to scare her off.

She leans up to whisper in his ear, “I missed you the most.”

She smells like vanilla, all warm and homely and comforting all in one and he can’t help but let a smile dance across his features as he holds her.

“Break it up, guys,” Troy yells across the room, to which Britta adds some gagging noises for dramatic effect.

“Yeah. I didn’t come all this way to be a third wheel, Winger.”

Annie pushes herself out of his grasp, smiling at her houseguests.

“Who wants to go get dinner?”

Jeff stands by watching the three, all happily discussing where to go. He thinks to himself how lucky he is to have them all in his life still, how lucky he is that they’re all here together despite their Greendale days being long gone. He never could have imagined it would be like this, but he’s so glad it is.

This is it. This is his family.

They drop their things off at the hotel before heading for food, and because they all have so much to catch up on, they almost don’t notice the restaurant clearing out for closing time.

So they eventually end up at some random bar Annie recommends and it’s pretty packed inside. Full of people much younger than Jeff, he notes, but tries not to think about it too much.

His mind wanders to whether she’s moved on, found some young, good looking guy here in DC that’s more suited to her new FBI lifestyle than he is. But the thought makes his stomach churn and his head cloud with anxiety and insecurity and he thinks it’s best to leave those thoughts alone.

He ends up ordering himself a scotch while they all listen to Troy’s recap of his time in Australia and then sneaks out the entrance to the smoking area for some fresh air.

It all feels so surreal now, Jeff’s not really sure how to feel.

“You ok?” he recognises her voice immediately, and turns to spot a familiar head of brown, shiny hair and bright blue eyes looking up at him.

“I’m good,” he nods, his voice doing very little to mask his true emotions.

Not that it matters. He knows Annie can read him like an open book anyway. He doesn’t know why he bothers trying to hide anything from her.

“Just follow me,” she says, grabbing his hand. “Don’t worry, I know the area.”

He looks at her puzzled, remembering when Britta said the exact same thing. She giggles at his quizzical expression and winks back. Troy had told her the story earlier and she found it completely hilarious.

She leads him away from the bar, just down a quiet, secluded street around the corner. She’s walking faster than he’s ever seen her move and he wonders what her urgency is and where she’s taking him.

She doesn’t say anything, just stops abruptly outside a closed shop, and before he even has a chance to ask her what she’s doing, she leans onto her tip toes and slants her lips on top of his.

His heart explodes and his head goes fuzzy and he can’t quite believe this is happening. He pulls her body closer, his hand nestled into her hair and the other tight on her waist, holding her close.

Her lips taste fruity, like the cocktails she’s been ordering all night (some things never change). Her tongue finds its way into his mouth, and he has to stop himself from moaning too loudly in response. He’s waited far too long for this. His heart pounds in his chest, threatening to leap out if he gets too excited.

Eventually, they part, their chests heaving and their lips red. Her nose is a little pink from all the friction. It might just be the best thing he’s ever seen.

“We should go back before they notice that we ran off,” she smiles innocently and holds her hand out for him to take.

He doesn’t have time to overthink what just happened. All he knows is he can’t wait for the rest of their little secret moments together this weekend.

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