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racheloveyunho · 3 years

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Till Death do us part - 2

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 2237

TW series: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: Body shaming, reader being forced into a marriage, character got slapped, swearing, threats.

I was finally back home. Fortunately for me, my dad hadn’t noticed me since he was already sleeping on the couch.

I quickly went upstairs to my room and collapsed on my bed, my mind still processing what had happened earlier. It was scary to say the least but fascinating at the same time. I was still confused even after showering. This San had a deep effect on me, not only mentally but physically too.

“Choi San…” I muttered before closing my eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 2

2 years after.

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Days and months went by so fast, I didn't even see them go by.

It has already been two years since my first meeting with San and since then, I didn't met him again. However, he was still on my mind, from the moment I woke up tired in the morning until the moment my head was hitting the pillow at night.

I just couldn't stop myself from thinking about him, his voice, his gaze, his touch, and the shivers he gave me when his mouth had come close to my ear.

"Hey sis’, what is going on? You had been absent-minded for a while and I still don't know why" Jin said with a hint of worry in his voice before he looked around, checking the surroundings to make sure we were alone "Is it because of dad?" he asked.

For the first time since our mother passed away, dad was at home for a whole month without any explanation. He was now working from home and even though It was something I dreamed of a few years ago, it was now so stuffy, I couldn’t breathe properly in my own house. Every single time I went outside of the comfort of my room, I silently prayed not to meet him, hoping that our house was big enough to let me avoid him.

"I'm fine but I'll be better if he wasn't around" I shrugged while looking at my plate "I'm not hungry today" I nonchalantly played with my food.

"Please force yourself and eat a little, you loosed too much weight recently" he furrowed his eyebrows with true concern in his soft brown eyes.

"I'm fine Jin, really! No need to worry for me" I stood up but felt a hand on my shoulder, stopping me in my track.

I turned around and saw my dad with his usual stern expression "Sit down." he calmly ordered.

I sat down without a word, I knew I was about to be lectured one more time.

"Why are you not eating?" my dad asked, voice sounding more as a threat than a question.

"Not hungry" I simply answered.

A long silence settled in the dining room, Jin and I were looking down, trying to avoid any eye contact with the man we referred to as our dad. I laughed internally at the situation, wondering if the kids in other families were afraid of their parents too.

"You don't have to eat if you don't want to, men love slim girls so it'll be good for you to start a diet." He stated, unbothered by the awkward silence.

I was annoyed by his remark 'how dare he' I thought 'Is he thinking my body is his?'

"I'll be dumb if I'd choose a man who loves me just for my body, I will not change anything for anyone" I retorted, Jin nodding in approval, visibly proud of me. But, my father didn’t seem pleased at all by my answer and my rebellious behavior.

"Well, I wasn't talking about any random man, but about your fiancé. He likes slim girls." my dad crossed his arms.

I shot a glance back at my father with wide eyes, he was smirking over my shocked expression, feeling visibly satisfied by the way he made me go silent.

"My fiancé? What are you talking about? I never had a boyfriend in my whole life, how could I have a fiancé?" I shouted, standing up from my chair which quickly and loudly fell on the ground.

"I chose a good boy for you, he is the son of a rich politician who will be useful to me and the future of my company. In two months, when you'll turn 20, you will marry him" he said, not sparing a glance at me as he busily taped on the screen of his new expensive phone.

My mouth was now wide open, and so was my brother's.

Jin stood up angrily, it was the first time I ever saw him defy our father's authority. His brown eyes who always seemed so soft to me were now darker than ever. The anger in his body was showing with his tensed muscles and the vein in his forehead that was angrily popping up. His jaw was so tight, I swore he could have been able to break his own teeth.

"What to do you mean she will marry him? Are you not concerned about your daughter's happiness? Can't you stop thinking about your work and think more about your family instead, for at least once in your life? That's why mom died! You-..." Jin got slapped by my father before he could even finish his sentence. Our father’s face was red and rage was visible through his eyes.

I gasped and kneeled myself to my brother's side, the impact was so hard that he was now laying on the ground, his right hand hiding his red cheek. Jin shot a death stare up at my father who was still standing in front of us.

"I heard that you want to integrate the Seoul national university, Y/N. You will need money for that, right? If you marry this man, I'll give you all the money you want. If not, you can already say goodbye to this dream of yours." he told me with a harsh voice "Think well cause your birthday is coming up" he added before exiting the room.

I collapsed on the floor, tears were stinging my eyes and blurring my vision. Jin hugged me tightly and patted my back, whispering sweet nothings to my ear to comfort me the best he could.

I hid my head on his neck and cried silently, I hated this, hated this situation, hated this life. I was like a bird trapped in a silver cage.

I ate nothing for the rest of the day after my dad had announced my upcoming wedding.

I still couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. How come a father could do this to his only daughter? Wasn't he supposed to love and cherish me?

It was Saturday and after a lazy morning, I finally stood up to do my daily routine. I put the prettiest dress I had on my dressing and put natural makeup on. I tried my best to cover up my dark circles and hide the exhaustion in my face caused by a long night of crying.

Today, my best friend Hana and I, planned to hang out together for a shopping day. It was the best way for me to think about something else than my current situation.

I took a look at my phone and saw her message "Hey honey, I'm waiting in front of your house~" I read before smiling and joining her outside the house, in front of the big gateway.

"Wow, you are stunning! Why is that? You're going to meet this San again?" She smiled widely.

Hana is the first friend I ever made in my life, I first met her when I was just 6 years old and she always stayed by my side even when I went through hard times. Her cheerful personality and her warm smile made her easy to get along with, she was the best at socializing, she was literally a burst of energy by herself and never failed to make me crack up a smile even when I wasn’t in a good mood. She made everyone feel attracted to her, she wasn’t only nice and outgoing but beautiful and funny as well. Her short and messy hair were completing her chubby cheeks and her brown eyes. Her tall frame and perfect curves made everyone drool over her, men and women.

She knew everything about my life. When something happened to me, she was the first one I talked to.

"I already told you! I know nothing about him, I don't even have his phone number, how could I meet him?" I pouted before laughing playfully.

We took the first bus we saw and headed downtown.

"It's a shame he isn't on any social media" she whined loudly "Dude, don't get me started" I answered, almost complaining.

During the bus ride, I talked once again about how I felt about San and the gorgeous charisma he had. Hana listened to me as if it was the first time I talked about this whilst I already told her a hundred times before.

Within ten minutes, we had reached our destination.

"Y/N! Look at this! I'm sure this top will fit you perfectly" I heard Hana yelling from the other side of the shop.

Everyone looked at us, some customers were judging us silently while others smiled, probably finding amusement in my friend’s behavior. I apologized to the other customers for the noise and quickly went to my friend's side, slightly embarrassed even though I was used to it. Hana didn't know the word "silent".

After 3 hours of shopping, I went outside to eat ice cream with Hana. We moved to a quiet spot with no one around. The weather was nice, it was a sunny day and I let myself relax under the comfortable heat. I always liked rainy days better but I liked to feel the sun against my skin from time to time.

"I'm sorry to say this Y/N, but your father is truly an asshole" Hana swore between her teeth after I told her what happened at home the previous day.

"I don't know what I'm going to do about this. Is it better to agree and then divorce this guy? But my dad is well-known, he always will find a way to keep me under his grip, no matter what I do. I feel completely useless and trapped, I can’t find a good way to escape from this" I spoke in a low tone, sadness filling my voice the more I talked.

I sighed, concerned by the situation I was into. Hana gently rubbed my back to give me some comfort while my head was on her shoulder. We stayed silent for a few minutes, both of us didn’t know what to say because we both knew that there was no way I could escape my fate.

"Excuse me, are you Kim Y/N?"

I turned around to see who had called my name. In front of me stood was a well-dressed man, a bit older than me with a confident look. He wasn't especially handsome, but he wasn't unpleasant to look at. He had this classic Korean vibe one could find everywhere here in Korea.

"Yes? Who are you?" I politely asked.

He took my hand in his own, making me stand up from the bench I was sitting in. Soon after, he put a slight kiss on the back of my hand.

"What the hell?" I shouted and took my hand off his.

It wasn't in our culture to do something like this so I first assumed he had grown up abroad but honestly, from what I knew, even in the USA or Europa no one kissed a perfect stranger met in the street less than ten seconds ago.

"Who the heck are you?" Hana jumped between the man and me.

"I'm Hwang Jinyoung, her future husband" he simply stated, a smirk on his face.

"I never agreed on that." I frowned my eyebrows at his statement.

"What do you mean you never agreed? Your father told us that you were glad to be my future wife" The man seemed truly surprised or at least, he was pretending well to be.

"He lied!" I yelled out, the anger taking over me while I clenched my fists, nails finding their way onto y skin.

I was angry that my father had one more time, talked for me without my consent. My body was shaking from anger while the man laughed at my reaction.

"Move, you're in my way" He suddenly stopped laughing and violently pushed Hana to the ground.

My eyes opened wide from the shock. I was about to check on Hana to be sure she wasn't hurt but Jinyoung grabbed my wrist and pulled me in his chest.

"Why are you so angry? I will take good care of you!" he chuckled.

"Let me go!" I screamed against him, feeling the tears tingling my eyes.

I suddenly felt a strong arm around my waist which encircled me from behind.

"Holy shit." Hana gasped when she saw the handsome man who was protectively hugging me.

I had no need to look back, I already knew who it was. This touch and this warmness were simply unforgettable.

"If you don't let her go in the next five seconds, I'll blow your hands off." the voice behind me growled against Jinyoung.

The beating of my heart quickened. For the past two years I had dreamed about him every night and now, I was finally able to see him again.

"San!" I shouted happily, finally looking to the handsome boy. He smiled back atme but his expression became cold again as he stared at Jinyoung. My so-called husband finally let my wrist go and hardly swallowed his spit.

"Y-you! What are you doing here?" he asked with a shaking voice. I had no doubt about the fact that he knew who San was and that he probably knew him better than I did.

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Edit: Guys, I'm so surprised, I didn't think I would get so many likes for this series, I just uploaded it two days ago after all lol but I'm glad! The next chapter is already done but I'll wait a bit before uploading it, maybe next week? Anyways, thank you again!

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discocactusblogs · 3 years

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Heather- Jason Todd x Chubby Reader Pt.1

{Author's Note: _____ is a blank to put your name}

"Girl, just tell him!" Barbara whispered and nudged me towards my best friend, Jason Todd aka Robin, the boy wonder.

I had found out about him being Batman's sidekick when we were 13, shortly after he became Robin.

"Easy for you to say! Look at you! You're gorgeous! You're fit and thin and redheaded! Just look at me… I'm...not so fit... I'm chubby. I'm a plain bagel. I'm not ugly but I'm not exactly pretty either." I sighed and gestured to my chubby body.

" ______, I know what I'm telling you. Just tell him." She sighed. "Besides, you're gorgeous too! And very intelligent and mature for a fifteen-year-old!" Barbara smiled, holding up a banana like a wand.

"As if. What guy my age sees a girl and goes, 'What a lovely personality?' Get real Babs, no one wants a plain bagel." I shrugged.

"Welp, I gotta get going or I'll be late for work. But trust me, he won't turn you away." She turned away, obviously knowing something I didn't.

"Hey _____!" Jason spoke as he walked up to me from the curb of the grocery store, I had gone to buy some fruit my mom had told me to get.

"Hey Jay." I sighed with a slight blush on my cheeks.

"Are you okay? It's kinda cold today… Where's your jacket?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"My jacket!" I gasped. "I forgot it at school!"

"School's closed now. They just locked the gate." He replied with a shrug.

"My mom's going to kill me. That's the only jacket I have!" My eyes watered, knowing my mother was going to be furious with me when I got home.

"Take mine then. I have others at home." He unzipped his hoodie.

"N-no. It's fine. I can get it Monday from school." I spoke softly while staring at the ground.

He draped his jacket over my shoulders. "I said, take it. Besides, it looks better on you than me. It goes well with your hair color. Here, let me hold your stuff so you can get it on." He smirked, knowing I wouldn't refuse if he spoke sternly with me. He took the bag from my hands and I looked at him. "Zip. It. Up." He frowned.

"Yes sir." I put my arms in the jacket and zipped it up. He was bigger and bulkier than I was, so the jacket fit me rather loosely and was down to my mid thighs but it was comfortable and warm. Much warmer than the jackets and sweaters I had before.

"Hm… keep it. I know your dad hasn't been working a lot lately. It gets pretty cold so you can keep that one. Bruce got me some others at home. Just don't tell anyone, got it? I only share with you because I've known you since we were kids. You took care of me so I'm taking care of you." He looked at me, handing back the bag of fruit. "Now, don't think I'm getting soft or being a gentleman. You're still carrying your stuff." He smirked.

I smiled and chuckled. "Thanks." I took the bag and walked down the street with him.

"Hi Jason!" An annoying voice called out from the ice cream shop.

"Hm? Oh, hey Heather." Jason turned around and seemed slightly irritated.

"Are you going to the pep rally tonight?" Heather asked with fluttering eyelashes. She was Jason's girlfriend.

Dark hair, slim figure, bright eyes, how could I compete with that?

"Uh, no." He replied flatly.

"Why not, I'm going to be performing!" She countered.

"I'm just not feeling it. I don't like pep rallies." He shrugged. "Not my thing."

"Okay then. Wanna get some ice cream?" She asked.

"Go ahead and go home ______, I'll catch up later." He looked apologetically at me and walked across the street.

I nodded and kept walking.

I watched as Heather smiled and hugged him.

It hurt.

He was dating her and she was so sweet. Everyone loved her so, I can see why he did too. She always had a smile on her face.

I kept walking, tears stinging my eyes. There's no way I could ever be like her. He liked her more and would run to her at the drop of a hat.

Arriving at home, I stepped inside. "Hey mom! I'm back!" I set the bag on the counter.

"Oh good! Make sure you do your homework!"

"Yes ma'am!" I sigh and go up to my room, closing the door.

Out of instinct, I called my friend, Valerie.

"A simple solution to your problem is to play spin the bottle or something." She teased.

"Why would he ever kiss me? I'm nowhere near as pretty as Heather!" I clutch the sleeves of the hoodie before taking it off and throwing it onto my bed.

"He gave her his sweater." My eyes watered as I told her what had happened at school that day.

"The black one or the fake polyester one?" Valerie asked.

"The black one."

"Oh dear. I'll be right over." She hung up.

"Is it wrong to wish she were dead?" I chuckled softly when Valerie came through my bedroom door.

"Yes. It's your jealousy and I'm gonna chop off your legs if you continue on this path, Anakin." Valerie smirked.

"Dude, I was kidding." I turn in my swivel chair.

"Yeah, it was a failed attempt at a joke. I'm sorry about Jason. If it makes you feel better, Bradley dumped me." She looked at the ground.

"Here's the plan, I drive the car and Jason shoves him into the road and we make it look like an accident." I spoke whilst drawing out the plan.

"Don't worry about it."

"Worry about what?" Jason walked in.

"Oh, you came!" Valerie smiled.

I looked at her, what a traitor.

"So, I heard you gave Heather your sweater!"

"This one?" He held up said object. "Eh, we broke up. She liked someone else and so did I." He sat on a beanbag chair.

"Wait what? But you really liked her and she's so nice!" I exclaim in shock.

"Relax ______, it was mutual." He chuckled. "There's actually something I came to talk to you about." He seemed nervous, his cheeks tinting red and so were the tips of his ears.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'll go get water." Valerie got up, stretched and went downstairs.

"I don't know how to say this. This is difficult for me but… I'm sorry. I don't want to be your friend anymore." He sighed.

My eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Yeah. I'm...tired of it." He stood up.

"But Jason, you're my best friend!"

"I know. Hey, do you know what material this shirt is?" He checked his shirt.

"Jason, now's not the time-"

"Answer!"

"I don't know! Cotton, maybe?!" I was growing panicked and my eyes were stinging with tears.

"Wrong, it's boyfriend material. And so is that hoodie." He smirked.

I stood in silence.

"What?" He asked.

"Jason Peter Todd, are you...asking me to be your girlfriend????" I stood, mouth agape in shock.

He smirked and nodded. "Sure thing buttercup! I... love you." His face turned beet red.

"Why? I'm not pretty. I'm not slim or fit or anything-"

"Because you're smart, and cute, you're kind and brave. You're so cool too and geek out with me. We both nerd out over science stuff and books. What's not to love???" The look on his face was one of pure confusion, as if the answer was as clear as day.

"Jason, I love you too." I spoke in a hushed whispers as a few years fell from my eyes.

"Don't cry! Why are you crying???"

"I'm just happy! I've liked you for so long!"

"So have I but I'm not crying!"

"I didn't think you'd like me because I'm chubby!"

"What?! You think I'm that shallow? I'm offended!"

"Jay and ______ sitting in a tree~" Valerie teased from the doorway.

"Val!" We exclaimed in unison, Jay pulling me into a side hug.

"Fine! I'mma head out!" She grabbed her backpack and left.

A few days later, Jason was going to leave for a mission that I didn't want him to go on. I knew how dangerous it was for him to go alone.

"I'm leaving...for Bosnia. Bats needs my help." He looked at me sadly.

"Jay, please. Don't go. What if something happens?" I pleaded, clutching onto him tightly.

It was only a few days ago that he confessed to me and we were trying to figure out where to go with our relationship, which led to this argument.

"I'll come back. I promise." He kissed the top of my head. "Love ya." He smirked. His forest green eyes shone in the sunlight like an emerald.

He seemed so confident that he would be okay.

"Jason, no! I have a bad feeling you're not coming back!" I pleaded harshly, grabbing his wrist and asking him to stay.

"I'm just going to meet my birth mom, I'll be fine!" He assured me. "Here, hold onto my jacket for me." He took off his leather jacket and handed it to me.

I nodded with tears escaping the corners of my eyes. "I love you Jason…" I said as I watched him hop into the car and leave. Little did I know that would be the last time I ever saw him.

I kept that jacket with me at all times after that.

A few weeks went by without a word from Jason and the pit on my stomach only grew, the only thing keeping me sane was the scent of his cologne on his jacket that lingered still.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to go to Wayne Manor and ask if anyone's heard from Jason. It was then my heart shattered into pieces.

"Miss ______, I am so terribly sorry. I thought someone had already told you… Master Jason died last week." Alfred sat me down at the kitchen counter for tea.

My eyes widened and the porcelain teacup fell from my hand, shattering onto the tile floor. Tears flowed from my eyes like a cerulean waterfall. "No one told me!" I shouted, falling to my knees to clean up the mess with blurry eyes.

"Miss ______, I can get it." Alfred stopped me, only to realize I was bleeding from a deep cut from a glass shard on the top of my hand, a cut that would leave a scar for years to come.

"He can't be dead… he promised he would come back." I whispered, not even flinching from the cut.

"Here, allow me to tend to that." Alfred took out the first aid kit and cleaned the wound, giving it a few stitches.

"How…?" I asked, flinching from pain.

"... The Joker. Master Bruce didn't make it in time." He replied, the sorrow evident in his tone.

I nodded and thanked him for the help and the tea.

"Send a car to take her home." I heard Bruce from the doorway.

"Right away, Master Bruce." Alfred excused himself.

"His funeral is this Saturday if you'd like to come." Bruce turned away from me.

"I'll be there. Time?"

"Noon."

"See you then."

When the funeral finally took place, the reality of Jason's death set in. He wasn't coming back like he promised. I left a rose on his casket and bawled as I watched them lower the casket with my best friend and love of my life, into the dark, cold ground and with it, my heart.

"You promised." I whispered to myself, looking away from the scene. It was then I decided I wanted to be a nurse to help heal people.

Five years later, my dream of being a nurse was nearly achieved. I was two years away from graduating and I went to visit Jason every day on the way home from work. I still lived with my parents since I was a student at the local university, thanks to Bruce.

When I approached the door, that's when I saw it. A single rose on the bench outside the door along with a cryptic letter. 'Hang in there.' it said with a happy face at the end.

I was stumped but the notes and roses kept happening at least once a week and they soon came every day. At least, until the night that would change my life forever.

(Part Two)

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pogueit · 3 years

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First Aid Kit

Paring: Pope Heyward x Reader

Summary: You have an accident while attempting to do a new trick and Pope is the man for the job.

Warnings: blood ofc and general first aid stuff nothing too graphic tho!!

WC: 1,994

A/N: There's not enough Pope content!! SO I made some!! Pls enjoy some Pope and Y/N action!

THE GIF IS NOT MINE IT BELONGS TO @rue-bennett !!!!

Saturdays are not meant to be boring, but this scorching afternoon there was nothing to do. John B. went on his weekly date with Sarah, JJ scored a date with a kook he's been eyeing, and Kie was forced to go to a gala on the mainland, so it was just you and Pope alone in the chateau. He had been studying all day for an upcoming chemistry exam he has first thing Monday morning. You tried all day to get his head out of the books, but he was not having any of it. It wasn't until the late afternoon that you got him to go outside with you. Even though his nose was still deep in the piles of notes at least he was outside. You were skating on a horrifically uneven stretch of concrete that was oddly slathered in front of the chateau. Every time he could hear the wheels pop upwards he would snap his eyes to you, cheering you on when you stuck the landing. You were glad that he was far enough away to not be able to see how red your cheeks were. You've had a massive crush on the boy ever since Kie introduced you to the group. Your mom had just moved your ass down to the banks to get a fresh start far away from your poor excuse for a father. She managed to quickly score a job at The Wreck (where you were also forced to work part-time) as head chef. Your mom got on well with the Carrera's who only deemed it appropriate to force their daughter to hang out with you, being new in town and all. Kie wasn’t bothered at all and was glad to have another girl around. After hanging out with her for a single day, you wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for her. Kiara didn't introduce you to the knuckleheads right away, since she had taken a liking to you and didn't want to scare you away. The day that she did you remembered Pope had been the last one to say "hey" yet his was the warmest. After that day your stomach would erupt with butterflies whenever you'd even look at him and you would nearly die when your hands would brush against each other in passing. There was just something about him. Maybe it was how he didn't believe in stupid questions, except for JJ's of course, or how he would learn a new subject just to be able to help one of you ace an exam. It could be how the sun sparkled against his wet skin after a long day of swimming or surfing. How relaxed he looks sitting in the driver's seat of the HMS Pogue taking in all that the sun had to offer. You were glad the rest of the crew hadn't caught on yet, especially JB since he's already taken the role as your big brother, even though you're sure that you’re definitely older than him. He would never let you hear the end of it if he knew. The constant pestering, nudging, and side-eyeing would have driven you insane. Your mind slowly drifted back to the boy studying a few feet away from you. The thoughts of those hot summer nights in the cool water with him clouded your brain, so much so you nearly wiped out.

"You good!?" Pope's concerned voice made your head snap in his direction. You knew that the embarrassment on your face was very telling but you just shot him two thumbs up and got back on your board. You shake off any remaining thoughts from your head before attempting your new trick. You were sick and tired of random strangers, but mostly JJ and JB, yelling at you to do a kickflip whenever you were skating. After watching countless videos on kickflips you were basically an expert on them at this point and all you had to do now was actually stick the landing. You slid your right foot to the middle of the board so that your heel was just off the edge while your toes rested in the middle. You shifted your left foot to the tail of the deck and with all the strength you could muster you push down on the tail while your right foot flicked down on the edge of the board. It would have been a spectacular landing if it weren't for the random-ass pebble that your wheel landed on.

"Oh fuck, are you alright!?" Pope was by your side before you even realized you were on the ground. Falling came with the game and you were not fazed at all, since you've had grislier wipeouts than this, but that's before you saw the fountain of blood that poured out of your knee.

"Yeah, I'm fine dude-- I've had-- I need to--The bathroom--" you hobbled quickly into the bathroom at the chateau trying your darndest to not get any blood in the house. By the time you were able to sit down on the toilet, you were seeing stars. Your vision was slowly fading to black and you felt like you were going to vomit. You closed your eyes tightly as you pressed a clump of toilet paper to your knee, which pulled a hiss right from your lungs at the sensation. Promptly, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from letting out a scream. A light knock came from the door and it couldn't be anyone else but Pope.

"Are you alright in there y/n?" From all the pain you were in you could only hum out a yes as a response, but you knew that would not be a good enough answer for the boy.

"Yeah, just don't--" before you could even finish your sentence he barged in "--open the door, why don't ya". His eyes grew wide at the bloody mess you made in the bathroom, but then quickly softened at the sight of you. Your skin was flushed with developing perspiration clinging to your skin and your lips had gone pale as your lungs suddenly only knew how to hyperventilate.

"Uh, I don’t think it would be in your best interest to say that it looks like a slasher flick was filmed in here" his words made you squeeze your eyes tighter as bloody images flashed before you and it only got harder for you to breathe. Pope stepped inside the rather small bathroom and closed the door behind him. He picked up all the toilet paper you had used for your leg and tossed them into the trash bin before he crouched down next to you.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as if you would shatter if he spoke any louder. All you could muster was a tiny nod as the pain took up most of your energy. His hands then gently pried your hands off of your injured knee and inspected it. Since the cut had almost stopped bleeding completely, Pope, was able to see that the wound was deep but not enough for it to garner any stitches and it was free of any debris. Lucky for you because JB had fallen there a couple of weeks ago and Pope had to whip out the tweezers to get all the gravel out of the bloody gash.

"Hey, it's not that bad-- I mean it is bad but it could be worse-- I'm gonna clean it now" the boy got to his feet and helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub with your feet sitting inside the tub. He then washed his hands furiously to avoid infection and gathered all the supplies he needed which consisted of antibacterial soap, antibiotic cream, gauze pads, gauze rolls, and unconditional love and support. Pope helped you undo both your shoes and removed them along with your embarrassing Winnie the Pooh socks. He sat with his legs outside the tub to have easy access to the supplies. After he checked to make sure the water wasn't too hot or too cold Pope moved your leg so your knee was underneath the faucet. The wound's contact with the water wasn't as bad as you thought, but it could’ve been you were distracted by his soothing touches as he held you close to him. Pope was careful not to get any of the soap in the cut just on the surrounding area and when he was finished he made sure to clean the rest of your blood-caked leg up as well. Once you were all cleaned up, he padded your leg dry before he attempted to put ointment on the tender flesh.

"Is it going to hurt?" You squeaked as he retrieved the ointment from the countertop.

"It might sting, but it shouldn't, '' he reassured you, as he brought the ointment-covered q-tip to your knee, but you couldn't help that your knee-jerked away from his touch.

"Ow, fuck!"

"Y/n, I haven't even touched you yet"

"I know, I know, sorry"

"I promise it won't hurt, y/n, and if it does you can punch me or something" even if it did hurt that bad you couldn’t imagine hurting Pope in any way. He once again leaned back in with the q-tip and sure enough, it wasn't painful at all. The ointment soothed the burning sensation of the area which finally allowed you to relax. He then carefully put a gauze pad on the injury, before wrapping your knee securely with gauze. You slid off the edge of the grimy porcelain tub and onto the ground while Pope stood next to the sink and neatly tucked everything back into the first aid kit.

"Uh, thanks--" your words got lost in your throat when your eyes met his warm eyes "--um, dude?" You felt stupid when it came out as a dumbfounded question and the heat quickly rose to your cheeks. If it was any time for you to die you wish it would have happened right then.

"Yeah, any time, y/n" he shot an endearing smile in your direction and you've never wanted to kiss a man so much before in your life.

You both let the awkwardness settle over you. The two of you riddled with hesitancy, but quietly yearned to confess your feelings to one another. He needed to get out of there. Pope gave you a curt nod and a tight smile, but as he headed towards the door there was vacillation in his movements. Before you lost sight of him from the doorway, he turned back around determined.

"Y/N, I gotta--" you were soon on your feet as the last bit of courage you had for your lifetime allowed you to meet him halfway. He didn't bother finishing his sentence as he decided his actions would speak for him. Pope cupped your face in his soft hands and crashed your lips together. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than anything you've ever experienced before. His plump lips gilded confidently over your timid ones. As the fire inside of you diminished your shyness you shifted yourself forward onto your tippy toes to deepen the kiss. Your movements caused you to pin Pope against the bathroom wall and you could feel him smile against your lips. His velvet tongue dragged against your bottom lip for permission to explore you further and you were more than eager to let him.

"Fucking finally!" The familiar voice of the rowdy klepto caught you guys by surprise causing both of you to jump away from each other.

"I guess I'm forty bucks richer, I knew you had it in ya, Pope!" JJ beamed as he walked towards the two of you and you playfully rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy.

"Fuck off!" Pope giggled and slammed the door in JJ's face before he turned to face you.

"Now, where were we?"

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lightskinrry · 4 years

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no wedding for the bad boys

The one where the bachelor’s party doesn’t go according to the plan

A/N: hello cuties,,, after not writing for a while im back with some angsty shit!!!! i hope you guys like it and don’t hesitate to share your thoughts with me about this mess!!

Word Count: 5k

TW: a loooooot of alcohol; gambling and ANGST.

One of the things you liked so much about being the single friend was that you were always the one to keep the party alive. And now you were about to birth the best party of all times. Your best friend was getting married in two weeks and you were in charge of the bachelor’s party.

And with great power comes great responsibility, you had to plan everything and keep it a surprise. And if there was one thing you sucked at; it was keeping secrets, especially from Harry. He always had his way with you; it was hard keeping anything from him.

You couldn’t quite believe he was getting married. You watched him grow from a horny teenager to a beautiful and inspiring man. You saw him give his first concert in his mom’s living room and then watched him sold out arenas around the world.

You gave him his first kiss and helped him cheat his math tests and now you were his best-woman at his wedding. You helped him break up with his exes, held him while he cried, bringing him tequila and ice cream on bad days, making him laugh once the tears dried away. And he always did the same for you. And now you were gonna be by his side like you’ve always been on the most beautiful day of his life.

You had your little reluctance towards his future spouse. She was a beautiful and independent woman but you felt like you couldn’t see through her. Maybe because she entered into your lives not so long ago and you needed more time to get her. You could tell she didn’t like you much, anyway.

They’ve been together for less than a year and Harry “commitment issues” Styles proposed to her, to everybody’s surprise; even his own.

His mom tried to tell him that he had to be sure before pulling out such a great move. But he was so infatuated, it was too beautiful to bring him back to reality.

You didn’t want to interfere anyway so when he told you, despite your surprise and little bitterness; you supported him like a good friend.

He seemed so happy and into her, you didn’t want to let him know you didn’t trust his future wife or that to you all of this seemed premature. You also didn’t want your own feelings to balance his.

Anyway, you started planning the party ahead of time and everything was going rather well. Miss (future) Styles gave you some instructions and rules to follow regarding the party because Harry said you could do anything you wanted except if she wasn’t okay with it. So no strippers, no hookers, no clowns. Who would even bring a clown to a bachelor party? Well it seemed she didn’t want that anyway. She also said not too much alcohol and no drugs. She could’ve just tell you to cancel the party at that extent. But you had to give in to her commands...

Looked like you were about to organize a tea party for elderly people… Literally, bring out the cucumber sandwiches and put milk in your tea like these old rich british dudes.

You had to find a way to make a real bachelor party. Something huge and iconic; something legendary. You planned on giving Harry a Barney’s worthy type of party.

You thought about every outcomes that could make his future wife freak out. So you decided instead of staying too close to her, why not make a spontaneous move.

You met with the groomsmen and basically all yours and Harry’s friends that would be attending the party to make sure everyone was in with the plan and obviously said nothing to Harry.

You kept the secret until d-day.

You were waiting for him, wearing your red suit, in the lobby. “Harry, we’re leaving now, man. If you’re not out that door in 2, we’ll celebrate your party without you.”

He rushed through the hallway. “I’m right here. Ready to party like I’m already seventy.”

You told him about his bride-to-be restrictions concerning the party so he didn’t expect anything crazy. “No worries, baby. You still look young.”

It was a short ride to his favorite restaurant. You were driving, screaming-singing the lyrics to Got To Be Real and he was singing with you, taking breaks in his track to laugh with you. You parked in his usual spot and walked through the door, all your friends already sitting at the table, cheering when they saw the two of you walking in.

“Ah! Here he is! The man of the night!” Jeff stood to welcome Harry to the table.

You both took a sit and order a few drinks.

The evening went fast, you had great dinner, shared cuban cigars, good alcohol and had the best chocolate cake. Everything was moderate just like Tania asked; a fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant, not too much alcohol and nobody blacked out.... yet.

Harry stood, raising his glass to make a toast. “Thank you guys so much for tonight. I know we wanted to throw a rock’n’roll party…” He gave you a sly look. “But I appreciate that you took the time and care to give me a real grownup bachelor party.” He laughed a little. “I love you guys. I feel so lucky to have friends like you. So supportive and thoughtful. Thank you.”

All of you cheered on him. And one by one all of your friends left, claiming to be going home to their spouses. You and Harry were the last one to leave the restaurant. You stood next to the car, as Harry thanked the staff, waiting for him to come to you.

“So… I have a little surprise for you.” You gave him a sneaky smile.

“Oh god, this cannot be good.”

You smiled and pulled out a blindfold out of your pocket. He shook his head. “No. No. No. That doesn’t look good at all.”

You giggled and insisted. “C’mon. It’s your bachelor party. I promise it’s going to be fun but not too much.” You smiled. “Do you trust me?”

He sighed loudly… “Fine, Y/N. You better not throw me in the back of a truck or some kidnapping bullshit like that.”

You scoffed. “No worries.”

He closed his eyes and you put yourself behind him, placed the blindfold on his face and smiled contentedly. “Good. Now just follow me, baby. I got big plans for you.”

He laughed nervously and turned around to face you. “I feel like I might die tonight. But you know what? I trust you and your fucking crazy ideas. I knew you couldn’t just stop at dinner party and cigars.”

You gave him your best evil laugh and directed him to his seat in the car. You placed yourself in the driver seat, put on your playlist and drove.

After about 30 minutes driving and Harry complaining about the blindfold, you pulled over in the parking lot. You directed Harry through the airport, up until the gate of the plane. There all of your friends were waiting silently, smiling slyly.

“I can’t believe you convinced him.”

Harry turned around on himself. “Mitch?”

All your friends cheered to let him know they were all here.

“Fuck, so that was a group plan, huh? What did she convinced me to do? Because I can tell we’re in a airport, I’m not deaf and this is a bad plan, I can already tell. This is a bad plan.”

You all laughed and you gently stroked Harry’s shoulder. “Harry, when did I ever put you in a bad situation?”

“That time in Atlanta when we ended up-”

“This never happened. It was a fever dream. You know I would never put you in a bad situation.” You cut him in his track, remembering the misadventure.

“What about that night in NYC last year? I remember that basement, Y/N.”

“This wasn’t a bad situation, just a plan that kinda failed.”

He giggled before turning around again. “Okay, so what’s the plan that will most certainly fail today?”

“You get your ass on that plane and you’ll see!”

Harry sighed but with the help of everyone, he got on the plane. You took the blindfold off him and made sure to keep him busy during the flight.

After the pilot announced the destination, you watched Harry’s soul leave his body.

“Vegas? Fucking Vegas? You guys are all mad. Mad men. Does Tania even know?”

All of you gave him a big smile and said “Surprise!” in harmony.

“She doesn’t know. We’ll call her later. Just relax, mate.” Tom smiled at Harry and laid back in his seat.

Harry leaned in your ear and whispered. “She’s going to kill both of us, you know that?”

“Then we’ll both die after the best party of our lives.”

The flight was fun. You guys chattered and laughed. Harry was finally relaxing and giving into the mood. You couldn’t wait until you land to show him all you planned for tonight. But mostly all you didn’t plan; the best nights you spent with Harry were the ones that started without a plan. The ones that were supposed to be chilling at home. Actually even chilling at home turned into the best night. That was the thing; even the most boring shit can be amazing if you’re with the right people.

***

After landing and getting down from the plane, you lead Harry and all your friends to where the party was at; everywhere. You were painting the town red tonight.

You started with a few drinks in the lobby of the hotel, making your way downtown to a Casino just for the sake of being in Vegas, then you moved to a ballroom where a 30s theme party was going on. You sipped on Martinis and Manhattans until the fancy drinks were getting boring so you moved the group to a grunge club. Everybody was dancing and drinking and whatever else they found amusing. You could tell everyone was having fun, especially Harry.

Around 2AM some girl proposed to your group to come to her place cause she was throwing an after-party. And obviously, everyone followed because following drunk strangers is fun.

You ended up at her place; all of y’all in a tiny apartment with some trash music and cheap alcohol, dancing and screaming until the neighbors called the cops for disturbance. So everyone, as drunk (and high for some) as they were, started leaving and running when the pigs showed up. You rolled with Harry, running through the night in the neighbourhood, laughing and breathing loudly.

“Fuck! I knew this was gonna end badly!” Harry laughed at you while reaching to grab your hand so you could run as fast as he did. You tightened your grip around his hand once you had it and ran to a dark corner.

You placed your hands on your knees and sighed, breathing deeply. “It could’ve been worse. The pigs could’ve arrested us.”

“I’m pretty sure my negotiation skills would’ve gotten us out anyways.”

You scoffed. “Your white ass face would’ve been enough, baby.”

He laughed and grabbed your hands to keep going further away from the girl’s house and the police car. You both were too drunk to even think correctly about where to go. You sent a text to the groupchat asking if everyone was okay and to meet up at the hotel.

But neither you or Harry could tell what way to go so you walked for a little while, stopping by any bar you came across to get another drink.

You walked for about an hour and you were finally heading back into the city center. Your feet hurt so you stopped in a little park next to a Casino and a crappy motel.

You sat your ass down on a bench and grabbed Harry’s hand to make him sit next to you. He sighed and sat. You watched the sky for a little while.

“The stars look like a bunch of beans. Like a shit ton of beans flying above us.”

You laughed at his drunken comment. “Yep, a sky full of fucking beans.”

You both started singing the Coldplay’s song in harmony but replacing stars with beans all the way through the chorus and cracking up in laughter everytime you emphasize the word ‘beans’.

Harry took a long breath after his giggle and sighed. “Fuck, I’m gonna miss this.”

You looked at him for a second. “What do you mean?”

“Having fun with you like that. I’m gonna miss it.”

“But none of us is going anywhere?” You were pretty confused about his statement.

“Tania wants to settle in Los Angeles.” He turned his head to look at you. “And you know… You’re not…in Los Angeles, you. You’re not.”

You didn’t expect that. You thought if Harry was to ever settle somewhere it’d be in London. “You mean you’re gonna spend all your free time in LA? Fucking LA? Drinking grass smoothies all the time?”

He chortled at your comment. “It seems like that’s the plan.”

You stayed silent for a few minutes, taking the information in. It felt worse than a breakup; you were losing your best-friend and without even knowing it, you threw the goodbye party.

“So you’re really going to marry her and move and we’ll never see each other again?”

Obviously alcohol made it all even more dramatic to you; it was an overwhelming emotion.

“Not never again…”

“C’mon, you know damn well what happens when longtime friends part sides! We’ve watched How I Met Your Mother together!”

He chuckled and then took a deep breath. The air was suddenly heavier, and all the alcohol in your blood was making it hard to keep the focus on the serious conversation.

“We should do one last crazy ass thing together. It’s not like we’re gonna remember it anyway!” Harry pointed the casino with his head.

“You mean blow all of our money on bets and shots of patron?”

“Yep, that’s exactly what I mean.”

You didn’t check your phone as it rang in your pocket and followed up behind Harry running towards the Casino.

You took a last round of shots in the lobby. And you started shouting at Harry, your glass in the air. “You know what? I just remembered you’re getting fucking married, dude! Married? Fucking married. I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but fuck this bitch you’re engaged to.”

Harry laughed and shouted back. “Hey! I’m already fucking this bitch I’m engaged to!”

You cracked up in a laugh. “Noooooo! I mean she sucks! She wants to take you away. Awaaaaaaay.” You hiccuped and took a breath.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been since like fifth grade or whatever.” You chugged down the rest of your glass.

Harry stopped for a second, he placed his glass on the bar. “Wow. That’s a revelation.”

He giggled and took a sip of his tequila. “I’ve been in love with you since like….. That time in third grade when you punched me in the chin cause there was a bee on me….”

“Oh fuck! I remember…. Your lip bled so much.” You let a little laugh slip through your lips. The alcohol in your blood made you lose sense of the importance of the words you just shared with Harry and what he shared back. And you thought for a second that maybe it was just drunk talk but the stupid smile you couldn’t get off your face reminded you the truth of it: it was going to stink in the morning.

After making sure both of you got enough drinks, you led him in the Casino and stopped at the first roulette table.

“Okay.” You looked at Harry. “What’s the bet though? Cause I will be putting money on something I have no idea how to play.”

“Well if I win, then you have to elope with me.”

“Oh shit.” You took a deep breath. “Fair, but if I win, we are eloping this motherfucker together.”

He scoffed. “Looks like we’re eloping tonight… That word is fucking weird, though. Eloping.”

“Who cares about the word! I’m betting on number 22 and 15. What about you baby?”

Harry took a look at the roulette for a second, placed the cash he had in his pocket on the table. “22;15.” He looked at you with a smug smile.

The dealer spinned the wheel and revealed the winning number. “22. You win.”

You collected your payout with Harry, left a big tip to the server and ran out the Casino to find a chapel.

“This is going to be so bad!!” You laughed out while running with Harry.

“Like every plan you’ve ever put me into.”

You stopped in front of the chapel at the back of the crappy motel.

“I don’t want to get married to Tania… She’s amazing. I love her so much. But it’s so boring. So boring. I want stupid plans and crappy basements party and casinos and unexpected flights and I want to be able to say when I’m 78 and I don’t have no hair left and I smell like old shoes and cheese that I married my best friend and I never regretted anything.”

“You’re being too fucking deep, Harry. There’s a Madonna drag as the officiant in this chapel. You are going to regret this.”

He chuckled before taking your hand. “We, Y/N. We are going to regret this.”

“Yep.”

You took a step into the chapel, glanced at Harry’s face to be met with a big smile and his drunken eyes. “Fuck this, I guess?”

***

You woke up with a terrible headache, your eyes could barely open because the light was too bright in the room. There was a weird smell of old alcohol, carpet and coconut air freshener. You opened your eyes fully only for your vision to be blurry as hell, the ceiling was moving and your head was so heavy, you couldn’t lift it up. You tried to look around you, seeing pulled up green sheets over your naked body and what seemed to be the curves of someone laying next to you. You felt a rumbling in your stomach and that’s the moment you knew; you had to get up…. because you were going to throw up.

You rushed to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. After emptying your stomach, you sat on the floor for a few seconds. The bathroom was small and poorly lit with a little window over the bathtub. You stood up and washed your face, taking the time to look at yourself in the dirty old mirror over the sink. Your hair was a mess and your make up was smudged. You had a huge hickey on your neck and little ones following down to your chest. You got out of the bathroom, holding your head and stumbling slightly. The room was clear since the curtains were pulled, you peaked at who was sleeping in the bed and found Harry, draped in the sheets peacefully snoring. You swallowed the gulp in your throat; this wasn’t good. You checked your phone and to no surprise you had a shit ton of missed calls and texts from your group of friends. Some asking if you’re okay, others where you’re at and some insulting you for not answering.

You gently shook Harry’s body. “Wake up.” He moaned before pulling back the covers to his face. You tugged on them to uncover him, leaving his chest bare. “Wake up, Harry.”

He groaned and turned around to lay on his back, his face turned to the ceiling. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost 9.” He turned to face you, opening slightly his eyes to peek at you. “You’re naked.” He nonchalantly said. You blushed for a second pulling the covers off him to cover yourself. He looked down to himself. “I’m naked, too.”

A floating silence lasted a few seconds before Harry jumped out of bed to find his underwear. “I’m naked! I’m naked. You’re naked. We’re in a bed. We’re in…. Where even are we?”

“In a motel somewhere in Vegas.”

“In Vegas?” His voice got two octaves higher. “Why are we in Vegas?”

“For your bachelor party, Harry. Stop freaking out.”

“Are you asking me not to freak out? We’re in a bloody crappy motel in Vegas and we’re both naked. I can’t remember what happened last night for the life of me and my head is killing me.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, putting his pants back on. You looked at his back and you could see slight scratches marks with the sun light. You started getting dressed too, as fast as you could. Harry grabbed his phone and started scrolling down. You heard him sigh loudly.

“The fuck we did last night, Y/N?”

“Wish I could give you an answer, Harry. All I remember is getting on the plane and then it’s a black hole.”

“Well…” He got up from the bed, wearing only his trousers. You watched his chest for a second, his tattoos and his glowing chest in the sunlight. You caught yourself staring at him; his shoulders, his chest hair, your glaze going down to his trail.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice resonated.

“Huh?”

“Did you hear what I said?” He tilted his head to the side and gave you a confused look.

“What did you say?” Your eyes lowered to the floor so that you would stop looking at him.

“I said I hope we didn’t do anything stupid. The wedding is next week. I have a stressed and very angry bride-to-be waiting for me at home and at the look of her texts, I’m in for a bad fight.”

You pinched your lips at the thought. What if you did something stupid? What if you messed up? It was already a stressful time for them. And you stewed in with a giant weekend party in Vegas when the instruction was clear: no big party.

“Let’s go find the others and finish our weekend.”

Harry scoffed as he picked up his shirt. “I’m going home. I’m sorry if I’m breaking the mood but I’m hopping on the next flight back to LA.”

***

You couldn’t quite figure out how to place the flashbacks from the weekend. It was already Monday and the wedding was in 6 days. You had flashes of a party in a small and unknown apartment and running in the streets with Harry and playing in a Casino but still nothing on how you got into the motel with him. Harry went back home on Saturday morning and from his voice message last night; he got quite into fight with Tania. She wasn’t happy at all with the Vegas plan but Harry reassured her and apparently everything was better today. You wondered if Harry remembered anything more than you, maybe he could fill in the blanks.

You knew the week was going to go fast and the wedding would be here sooner than you’d think, so you just hoped nothing unexpected would come back to you or him.

On Wednesday, you met up with Harry and the groomsmen for last minute check-ins for the wedding. You walked into the manor Harry reserved for the ceremony and as an obvious bad sign, Tania didn’t even said hello to you and avoided any eye-contact. You kinda wanted to apologize to her. After all, you did mess up a little bit.

“Hey guys.” You walked up to where your friends was.

“Hey Y/N. Did you pick up the ring from the jeweler?” Harry didn’t even look at you. He was signing some papers with the caterer and just asked the question without looking up.

“Yep. Got it right in the bag.”

Harry gave you a little look and you felt weird about it. It wasn’t his usual ‘thanks for doing the job’ look or anything tender. It was cold and almost professional.

You went over your check-ins with the groomsmen. You didn’t talk to Harry for the two hours you were there, not a word or a look. You knew something was off so once the work was done, you asked him to meet you in the bathroom.

You were standing next to the sink, checking your reflection when Harry walked in.

“Is there something wrong with the ceremony?” He asked bluntly.

“No.. Um… I just wanted… needed… to talk to you.”

“About?” He wanted to cut the conversation short and you hated this feeling in your stomach.

You sighed and smiled tenderly to him. “Well… How are you feeling? The big day is so close.”

“I’m feeling okay.” His answer was sharp but you were desperate to understand what was going on.

“Harry… What’s wrong? Why are you so cold?” You insisted.

He took a deep breath and closed the door behind him, making sure it’s locked.

“You know how I said I hope we didn’t do anything stupid in Vegas?”

“Yes.” You were confused about where he was going with that but it seemed bad.

“Well, we did something stupid.” His jaw clenched and you felt out of breath. “We did something so fucking stupid, Y/N.” You swallowed the gulp in your throat. “We fucked. I can’t even believe it. I don’t even remember how we ended up in that crappy fucking room. All I remember is how I had sex with….” He didn’t even look at you. “I cheated on my wife, before we even fucking got married.”

You couldn’t say anything, the images slowly came back to you.

“You have nothing to say, huh?”

Your ‘humour coping mechanism in stressful situations’ reflex kicked in at the wrong time. “Well, technically it’s not cheating, the bachelor party is a single man party.” You laughed nervously.

“It’s all your fault. We said no fucking party. No big stupid plans, but you had to go against our wishes because you’re so fucking selfish.”

You couldn’t say a word. You never seen Harry so mad at you before.

“Look, I’m sorry your dating life is such a mess. And that you can’t find anyone, but I did. I found someone. Someone amazing and then I fucked this shit up because you couldn’t go without one party.” He rapidly passed his hand through his hair, and sighed.

You felt anger boiling down in your stomach. Him being mad was comprehensible but it wasn’t all your fault.

“You fucked this shit up, yourself. I wanted to throw a fun bachelor party for my best friend. You wouldn’t have had sex with me if you didn’t wanted to. Because deep down, you know you don’t want this marriage. You don’t want to be stuck with Miss Boring Pants and spend the rest of your life here in LA, drinking grass smoothies and having to partake in her posh high standard life. You know that’s not what you want. You know it was premature to propose so soon in the relationship. You’re mad at yourself, Harry. Get a grip. You shouldn’t do this.”

It all slipped. You just couldn’t hold it in.

“I shouldn’t do what?” Harry’s face was red, his nostrils were open and the vein on his neck was popping. You could tell he was holding back the tears at the gate.

You took a deep breath and a calm voice. “Get married. You shouldn’t get married.”

He filled his lungs with air and exhaled loudly, trying to keep his composure.

“Listen carefully Y/N. You are nobody to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. What happened in Vegas was a drunken mistake and I won’t let it ruin the best day of my life. I won’t let you ruin the best day of my life. So here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to go through the ceremony with no slips and then I’m moving to LA with Tania. And you, you move out of my life.”

Your heart sank to your stomach, and your face was boiling; the tears slowly gathering in your eyes.

“You don’t mean it.” Your voice was almost like a whisper.

“I do, Y/N. From now on, I just want to make sure this wedding is the perfect wedding Tania wants.”

He unlocked the door of the bathroom and left without looking back. You brought your hand to your chest as if it would soothe the pain and let the tears flow down your face. It couldn’t be real.

***

It was hard going on like nothing happened but if there was anything you could do right now was make sure you got your best-woman duties done. The wedding was tomorrow and you had to finish your speech. What would you even say? “To my ex-best friend, I wish you the best to you and your boring wife.” That sounds about right.

You were waiting for Jeff to come in with the last informations regarding the ceremony so that tomorrow everything goes according to the plan. You heard a knock on your door, you got up thinking Jeff came in early and opened up. A postman with a big envelope was standing there.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” He asked, looking up from his notes.

“Yes, herself.”

He asked for your id and verified it. “That’s for you.” He handed you the enveloppe and after you took it, asked for you to sign the delivery papers.

You thanked him and got back inside. You sat on the sofa to open it, there was a Vegas postage on it and your heart missed a bit.

You slowly opened the envelope. Inside you found a marriage license legally binding you and Harry for life. You pinched your lips and took a deep breath. This was a mess, a huge mess.

How on point was this news? Good way to make sure his ceremony goes exactly like they planned when you’re going to come in and let them know they can’t get married anymore.

You sat back and tried to clear your mind.

You were officially married to Harry…. And Harry is about to actually get married tomorrow. This didn’t make much sense but you had to think of a solution and quick.

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binniebutter · 3 years

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Under The Wisteria

Pairing: Choi Soobin x fem!reader

Genre: Angst Angst Angst; fluff ig, dystopian au

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: violence, gun violence, blood, major character death, I think that’s all

Summary: You just wanted to be with him forever, but you didn’t mean under the Wisteria tree.

Credit: beta read by @nottodayjjk and @inmyfelix from @txtarcadianet. Thanks so much babes!

a/n: I messed up the tags so I deleted and now I’m posting again🥲 but yea this is a birthday gift for @unlocktxt also i can’t write kissing scenes don’t make fun of me.

“Happy birthday to you,” you jumped in your seat a little, startled by your friend’s mom’s sudden singing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/n, happy birthday to youuuuu.” She walked into the dining room with a single vanilla cupcake in her hands, a candle sporting the number 18 on top. There was no icing or sprinkles on the cupcake yet it still looked ravishing to you. The government only allowed for sweets on special occasions, like birthdays or weddings, and even then it could only be so many calories. This was the government's way of getting rid of obesity in Lamore, along with other, harsher, methods.

“Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. It means so much to me.” You looked up at her and could see the sparkles in her eyes. That was one thing you loved about Mrs. Johnson, she always had sparkles in her eyes and a positive outlook on this fucked-up place we call Earth. Even after the incident…

“Oh dear, it was my pleasure! And how many times have I told you to call me mom, darling?” A lot. Almost every day, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that. Every time you looked at her, you not only saw the sparkles, but you also saw her.

Amelia.

You see, Amelia was your best friend. You had known her since you were 3. You guys did everything together, homework, parties, shopping. Everything. Your families were also close to each other. So close that she called your mom “mama” and you called her mom “mom”. You loved each other dearly and made a promise to be best friends forever, always wearing promise rings on your pinkies. Until one fateful day. It had been all your fault. You wanted ice cream so badly that day, even though you knew that you could only have it on your birthday. You didn’t care though, begging your mother, who had taken Amelia and yourself to the park that day, to get some from the vendor.

“Please, mom. Please please please with a cherry on top,” you pleaded with your hands clasped in front of you. “Please it’s so hot I could melt. You wouldn’t want your only daughter to melt, do you?”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not my only daughter. I have Amelia too,” your mom childishly stuck out her tongue at you, causing you to look at your best friend with a pout on your face. Immediately, Amelia knew what to do.

“But mama, I want some ice cream too,” she said with a pout that you knew your mother couldn’t resist. And you were right because her resolve started wavering and soon the three of you were heading towards the ice cream vendor located in the middle of the park.

“Hello, sir. Three ice creams, please!” The man at the stand eyed you skeptically before asking who’s birthday it was. You replied before your mother could even open her mouth.

“Mine! Can I please have a cookie and cream ice cream with a waffle cone?” The man had seen how enthusiastic you were and assumed you weren’t lying. After hearing Amelia and your mother’s orders, he immediately got to work and soon enough you were walking away from him, licking your ice cream.

“Come on, Amelia, let’s go to the swings! Last one there is a rotten egg,” you took off towards the swings, leaving Amelia shouting about how you had cheated. Once you both got there, you sat right beside each other, kicking your legs back and forth while gossiping about some boys in your class. In the middle of you telling a story about one dude, a little girl about 5 years old came up to you two asking if it was one of your birthdays. You both had forgotten all about the Capitol rules and answered her truthfully, no.

“Oh, ok,” she bid you goodbye and ran away. You turned back to Amelia and shrugged your shoulders, going back to your story. You both were so absorbed in the story that you didn’t notice the little girl, or what you thought was a little girl, going to tell her mother. But one person did notice, your mom. She saw the tattoo on the girl’s arm and immediately knew who, what, she was. A spy for the Capitol.

Immediately, your mother made her way over to the two of you, telling you that it was time to leave. You should've listened to her. Instead, you were your stubborn self and insisted that you stay a little longer. Amelia had always been the more obedient one out of the two of you and seeing how urgent your mother was on getting you to leave, tried to convince you. Again, you should’ve listened to her. But you didn’t.

“Excuse me,” a voice sounded from behind your mom and you saw her face become as pale as a ghost. She turned around and was immediately tased. Her body convulsed on the floor for a few seconds before she stilled on the grass. You screamed in shock, drawing the attention of the other park users. Amelia grabbed your hand in fear, too scared to do anything. You squeezed her hand to comfort her but she could tell that you were just as scared. The woman stepped over your mother’s body and took a step towards the two of you, which in return to you took a step backward.

“Now, which one of you lied, and said it was their birthday? You both should know that Lenore doesn’t allow liars here,” she had a smile on her face the whole time she was speaking, but instead of comforting you, it terrified you. After a few moments of silence, her smile dropped into a scowl. “Well,” she barked at you causing you to shrink in fear, “Who was it? Or am I going to have to punish both of you?” Your eyes widened in shock. Both of us. You couldn’t let Amelia get hurt. Little did you know, Amellia had the same thoughts. And so before you opened your mouth, she spoke.

“Me, ma’am. It was me.” Although her voice was quiet, you could hear the firmness in it.

“What!?!? Amelia, no!” But alas it was too late. She had been tased the moment the words had left her mouth. You watched in horror as your best friend fell limp on the grass. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even cry as you watched her eyes roll to the back of her head. Even after the cleanup crew came to take their bodies away, you were still standing in the same spot, looking at the place where your mother and best friend had just been. You didn’t want to believe they were gone. They couldn’t be. It wasn’t until you felt arms wrap around you and bring you into an embrace did you break down. Your mother and your best friend, your platonic soulmate, the only one who knows you better than yourself, were gone. You sobbed and sobbed into the person’s shirt. You couldn’t care less that they were a stranger, you needed someone. After you calmed down you looked up at your savior for the first time. It was a boy around your age, maybe a few years older.

“Thank you,” you paused, feeling silly for not even knowing his name.

“Soobin, Choi Soobin,” he answered with a small smile on his face. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

“Forever?” you asked with a small sniffle.

“Forever.”

You met Choi Soobin when you were 10 years old.

After you finished celebrating with Mrs. Johnson, which consisted of splitting the cupcake in half and opening the gift she got you, a brand new pair of workout sneakers, you both headed up to your rooms. It was almost curfew time and you knew the Capitol Workers were making their way around for nightly checks. You remembered reading in a history book, that somehow was missed when all the books of the past were burned, that curfew back then was way different and that not everyone had a curfew. The person with a curfew just had to be home by that time. No random stranger was coming into your room to see if you were sleeping. How lucky.

You tensed up as you heard the front door open. He’s here. You didn’t know your Capitol Worker well. You didn’t even know what he looked like. All you knew was that he’s a guy and he comes to your room every night to check if you’re asleep.

You closed your eyes and willed your heart to slow down to a normal pace. Your room door opened and you could hear the heavy sound of the combat boots that all CW’s were forced to wear. They took a few steps toward you, which was unusual, and you held your breath. This is it. I’m gonna die. They’re gonna know that I’m faking-

You paused in your thoughts at the sound of the boots walking towards the door and it being closed. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Jesus, that was scary,” you muttered, still scared of them hearing you. You continued to lay in bed even after you heard the front door shut. After waiting a few more minutes, you got up and headed towards your closet. You put on some dark clothing before grabbing your backpack and heading to your window. Looking out the window carefully, you saw the CW’s moving on to the next street.

“Perfect.” You opened up your window and stuck a leg out. You shivered a little bit as it was chilly out. With one hand still holding your window you pulled your other leg outside, now sitting on the sill. With your other hand, you reached for the closest branch of the cherry blossom tree in your backyard. Using the hand still on the window, you closed it shut, making sure the sound wasn’t loud. Now you were dangling from the tree. Expertly, you swung yourself up onto the branch, having done this a million times before. Once on the tree, you were able to climb down safely, without being seen. Great. Looking left and right, making sure no one saw you, you headed down the pathway that you’ve traveled frequently. The pathway to the love of your life.

Who, you may ask. Well, none other than your savior.

“Hey Y/n,” you didn’t let him finish as you engulfed him in a big hug. You didn’t let go for a while, squeezing him so tight he almost couldn’t breathe. You hugged him as if it was your last hug and Soobin was rapidly getting worried that it might be. You could feel his heartbeat increase and pulled away slightly to reassure him.

“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong, I just missed you.” At your words, Soobin calmed down and a shy smile overtook his face. You smiled widely at his shyness. He’s so cute!

“Babe, we saw each other today at school.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same and you know it. We’re not allowed to hug each other or kiss each other.” A devilish smirk appeared on your face as an idea popped into your head. “Like this!” You cupped Soobin’s face in your hands and brought it to yours, leaving a quick peck on his lips. You laughed at the shocked expression on his face.

Anyone who knew Soobin knew that he was timid. He didn’t speak a lot in school unless he was called on. He sat by himself during lunch, which worried you a little because you didn’t want him to be lonely, but anytime you expressed your concerns he reassured you that he likes the quietness. Which usually wouldn’t soothe your worries, but Soobin is different when with you.

With you, he talks exceedingly, maybe too much if you were being honest. With you, he wasn’t afraid to laugh his boisterous laugh. With you, he could be himself and he was grateful to you for that.

“Yah! You can’t just d-do that!” Even though it was dark and you couldn’t see it, you knew that there was a bright blush on Soobin’s face.

“Why? Aren’t I your girlfriend?” you teased. You loved teasing Soobin. It was your favorite pastime. Though at your words, you could feel the mood change. It was like a breeze came by and took away the lightness of your banter.

“But you aren’t.” The street lamp cast a light on his face for a moment and you could see the sadness etched on his face. He was right. You weren’t his girlfriend, not technically. The government has this rule that no one is allowed to date until they are 30. Apparently, it deals with overpopulation. Man, fuck The Capitol.

“Y-yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry,” you said looking at your feet. Soobin looked at you with sad eyes. He hated seeing you like this which is why when the two of you met up, you never talked about this. But it was bound to come up sooner or later. He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“I love you. Let’s not talk about this tonight. It’s your birthday!” He placed a kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks, which were blushing red at his affection, one on your nose, and lastly he placed a passionate kiss on your lips. You immediately kissed back, shocked.

It was different, not like the small pecks the two of you share. It lasted longer and you could feel all the emotions that he was trying to convey in the kiss. You closed your eyes and deepened the kiss, hoping to show him how much you loved him. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you more into him. When your lungs felt as if they were to collapse if you didn’t stop, you pulled away, a daze in your eyes. Looking at Soobin, you saw his usual small, crooked smile on his face.

“Happy birthday, love. Forever?”

“Forever.”

“What if we run away?”

It’s been about a month since your birthday and currently, you have your head in Soobin’s lap, gazing up at him. He has his back resting on the wisteria tree behind him, a book in one hand while the other runs through your hair. His big, round glasses are adorned on the bridge of his nose, sliding down every few seconds. His blue bangs are covering his eyes today, not gelled back like usual. He looks like an idol Harry Potter adorable, you think. He should leave his hair down more often. It’s when he moves his hand from your hair to turn the page that you pop the question, causing him to stop and freeze.

“W-what?” he asks while looking down at you. His head is tilted, almost as if he didn’t hear you properly. But he did. And you know that. “Y-you want us to r-run away!?”

“Ok, I know it sounds crazy but we both love each other dearly, right?” He nods and you continue. “And it’s not like we have anything here weighing us down. Plus this country is horrible. I hate it and so do you. So let’s just leave. We can go to Averna, rent a home, start a family, grow old together.” Your voice slows down and you start sounding less sure of yourself once you see the look on Soobin’s face. “Do you not want that…”

“Of course I want that!” You flinch a little at the sound of his voice. In all of the 8 years that you’ve known Soobin, he has never raised his voice at you. Seeing your flinch, he lowers his volume. “Of course, I do Y/n, but how are we supposed to run away? There’s a tracker in our necks. The only reason we haven’t been tracked yet is cause they think we’re sleeping. If we leave, someone will report it. They could easily find us and bring us back….or worse.”

You know what he means by worse. The Capitol hates when citizens break the rules. You’ll end up the same as Amelia and your mother. You shudder at the memory of their limp bodies being carried off the grass. You push those thoughts to the back of your head as you open your mouth to speak again but you are cut off.

“No, Y/n, I’m serious. We are not running away. We’ll be killed. And what about Mrs. Johnson, huh? Do you really want her to lose another daughter?”

His words hit you hard. You look at him like a gaping fish, opening your mouth repeatedly but words never come out. He is right, of course, he is right. But you had always been the stubborn one.

“I DON’T CARE, SOOBIN!” Now he is the one to flinch back in shock. “I am tired of living in this terrible place, aren’t you? We’re treated like crap here, having to follow all these stupid rules. I wanna be able to eat candy whenever I want. I wanna be able to go out at night without having to be sneaky. I want to marry you, Soobin, before I turn freaking 30. And I can’t get any of these in Lamore. So let’s leave. Please,” you beg. You thought your words would be all that was needed to convince Soobin but you are wrong.

“Y/n. I love you so much. But I can’t do this, I can’t allow you to do this. We can’t. They’ll kill us once they find us and-”

“I’m going, Soobin. With or without you,” you tell him while standing up and he knows from the firmness in your voice that your mind is set. “Tomorrow night. I’m leaving tomorrow night at sunset. If you want to join me, meet me here, under the Wisteria.” You turn around to leave and take a few steps before Soobin’s words make you pause in your tracks.

“Forever?” It is a last resort. He thinks maybe he can change your mind. But you don’t even look back before continuing on your journey home. Soobin looks down dejectedly at his shoes before standing up and walking in the opposite direction you have.

What neither of you had noticed, was a certain Capitol Worker watching you the whole time.

“She’s leaving tomorrow at sunset.” “...” “Don’t worry, I have a plan.”

The next day at school, you had expected to see Soobin in your first period, sitting in the front row as usual. Red flag number one should’ve been when you noticed that he wasn’t there when you walked in. He’s always early. You brushed it off though. Red flag number two was when the bell rang and the teacher started the class and Soobin still wasn’t here. Soobin’s never late to class. Again you pushed the thought away, focusing on what the teacher was writing on the board.

It’s the end of the day and still no sign of Soobin. You were extremely worried now and had reason to be. Even when he had the flu he came to school, albeit he was sent home immediately. You forced yourself to calm down, willing the worry that was bubbling in the bottom of your stomach to go down. It’s ok, you’ll see him tonight. You were certain he would be there. He loves you, there’s no way he wouldn’t be there. Boy were you in for a shock.

At about 10 minutes to sunset, you headed to the Wisteria tree which had quickly become your safe haven. A place where you could truly be yourself with your lover. A place where many kisses were shared, many memories were made. You smiled at the thought. But your smile was wiped off your face at the sight before your eyes.

Because there was Soobin, tied up to the tree with a gag in his mouth, and a boy around your age, maybe younger, next to him. His eyes were wide with worry and fear, for his life or yours you couldn’t tell. What the hell is happening?

“Oh hello, Y/n dear. Nice of you to finally join the party.” The boy spoke. “Do you know who I am?” Slowly, you shook your head no. His lips turned upwards into a smirk. He was fairly attractive and if you weren’t in love with Soobin, you would swoon. “My name is Kang Taehyun. Your CW.” A gasp slipped from your mouth.

“M-my, my what!? Y-you’re the one who does my curfew check? But you’re just a kid.” When the word left your mouth a hard glare was thrown your way. “N-nevermind, not a kid. Got it.”

“Good work, Taehyun.” A feminine voice resounded from behind you. You turned in the direction of the voice and froze. No. Right in front of your eyes was the same woman you had met almost a decade ago. The same woman that had held a taser to your mother and best friends’ necks. The same woman who had stepped over their lifeless bodies as she had left the park. The same woman who had smiled at you from over her shoulder, as if she were happy that you had no one left. “Y/n, we meet once again. Oh, what’s with that frown? Aren’t you happy to see me?” She mocked you. She had killed your family and she dared to mock you. You felt a bolt of anger surge through your body. You got ready to lunge at her but stopped at the cock of a gun.

“Uh, uh, uh. Take a step back or else I’ll blow your brains out.” You smirked. You weren’t afraid of dying. It would’ve been worth it to hurt the bitch.

“I don’t care. She deserves to feel pain. It’s not as strong as the pain of losing your family but close enough.” You took a step forward your arm raised to throw a punch at her, but then Taehyun uttered words you never wanted to ever hear.

“Maybe you don’t value your life, but I’m sure lover boy over here does.” You stopped in your tracks for the nth time that day, turning around to see Taehyun’s gun pointed straight at Soobin’s head. You looked into his eyes and saw nothing but fear and you knew that your eyes reflected his. When all you did was continue to stare at Soobin, Taehyun started to become impatient and shot up into the air. You jumped at the booming sound and looked over at him. “Next shot will be in his head.”

“P-please. What do you want? I’ll give you anything, just please, don’t hurt him,” your voice was shaky as you begged for his life. He can’t die, you won’t allow it. “K-kill me. Please kill me instead. Spare him.” At your words, Soobin tried his best to break free from his restraints. He struggled and struggled until Taehyun punched him in the face, forcing him to stop and causing you to scream in anguish.

“NOOOO!” The pain in your voice could be heard from a mile away. Your sobs echoing in the darkness. You have never cried as hard as this. “PLEASE I BEG OF YOU STOP! STOP PLEASE. LEAVE HIM ALONE, TAKE ME. HURT ME.” You never imagined that you would be in this situation. Watching Soobin, the love of your life, your forever, in pain. Blood dripped from his nose and you cringed at the sight.

“Oh darling, we plan to. But first, why don’t you enlighten us on why you want to leave Lamore?” The silky smooth voice behind you spoke again. How does she know that? She must’ve read your mind because she answered your question right after. “Taehyun here has been following you, getting intel on you, for about a month now. You’re a sneaky one, aren’t you?”

A month? Why only a month? And they both must be mind-readers as Taehyun answered you next. “Your breath. The night of your birthday. It was too fast, almost as if you were nervous. And what would you have to be nervous about if you were sleeping?” His eyebrow quirked up a little as he asked the question. “So I came closer than I usually do to make sure I was seeing correctly. I was, it turns out.” So that’s why he took more steps towards you than usual. You knew something was up.

“So what, you followed me here. And you’ve been following me this whole time?”

“Precisely. Now answer Miss Paige’s question. Why do you want to leave Lamore?” You glared at the both of them, your stubborn self not answering. “Oh, no answer? Alright,” as he said that, Taehyun pointed his gun at Soobin’s leg and pulled the trigger. A deafening boom ringing in your ears but you didn’t hear. All you heard was Soobin’s horrifying scream. He’s in pain. And it’s my fault.

You watched as blood spurred from the love of your life’s leg and you saw how he stumbled a little at the loss of support. I did this.

“I-if I tell you everything, everything. Will you leave Soobin alone? And get him to a hospital?”

“See, darling. That’s not gonna work. Taehyun here, he’s bloodthirsty. He needs to kill at the sight of blood.” The fuck is wrong with this dude? Yea, definitely not attracted to him anymore. “So one of you here is gonna have to die.” Her creepy smile never left her face.

“O-ok, kill me. Not Soobin, me,” you said the words quietly, hoping that Soobin wouldn’t hear you. But even in his loopy state, he heard. He started struggling against his binds once again. You made eye contact with him and put on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You hoped to calm him but did the opposite. Worry pooled in his eyes and you looked away, knowing what you had to do. “Promise me. Swear that you won’t harm him anymore.”

“Alright. I swear on my daughter that I won’t harm lover boy.” And so you told them. You told them how much you hated the Capitol and Lamore in general. You told them how you loved Soobin and wanted to be with him forever. You told them how you planned to run away to Arena but Soobin didn’t want to. You told them everything. And when you were finally finished, you closed your eyes, awaiting death. You heard the sound of the gun and smiled. I’ll see you soon, Amelia, mom. But after a few moments of no pain, you opened your eyes. And screamed at the sight.

Soobin. With a bullet lodged in his head. You rushed over to him, your hands hovering over his body, too scared to touch him. You sobbed even harder than the first time you met him, your wails even causing Paige to feel sympathy for a moment. But only for a moment. You wheeled your head towards her, rage in your eyes.

“You promised! You promised you wouldn’t kill him! You swore on your daughter, you lying bitch.” You screamed at her, feeling another part of your heart break. You lost one half of your heart at 10 years old and now, you lost the other half. You had a heart no more, all that was left was a hole in your chest.

“Fun fact,” she leaned close to whisper in your ear, “ I don’t have a daughter.”

That must’ve been your breaking point because you wrapped your hands around her neck. Now you were the bloodthirsty one. But before you could even see a glimpse of pain in her eyes, a shot rang out. You looked down at your shirt, seeing a pool of red seep out. You smirked. It worked. I get to be with my family now.

You stumbled backward, ending beside Soobin, your back resting on the Wisteria tree that you used to call home. You leaned your head on his shoulder, thinking about the last thing he said to you.

“Forever?”

And as you closed your eyes, you answered him.

“Forever.”

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Late Part 2 - Luke x Reader (Luke’s POV)

Summary: Luke rides his bike into a lamp post and has to be patched up and ends up being really late to band practice.

It was not like Luke to run late, especially when it was band practice that he was headed to but he had gotten into another argument with his mom about the band and when he had realised the time he had just walked out grabbing his bike and riding as fast as he could.

He knew he needed to calm down but the band and music meant so much to him that he just wanted to get to the studio and take his frustration out his guitar and maybe get some of it down on paper for use in a song. He was so distracted that he didn’t realise he had somehow taken a wrong turn and ended up on the wrong street, cursing he looked around this time getting distracted by something or should he say someone else.

A girl around his age out in one of the gardens watering the plants, he noticed her hair loose and blowing in the breeze but when she turned around he saw her face ‘Man she’s cute’ he thought before he remember that he was riding his bike but it was too late he rode straight into a lamp post.

The next thing he knows is that the girl is by his side, he can see her lips moving, talking but he’s too dazed to make out what she’s saying at first

“...Okay” he hears her finish and he just looks at her

“What” he mumbles trying to push himself up feeling pain in his hands, looking down he sees that there grazed and starting to bleed. ‘Great’ he thinks ‘I’m already late for band practice and now this’

“I asked if you were okay,” she repeats “you hit the post pretty hard and you look pretty messed up, do you want to come in and get cleaned up” she asks pointing over to what he guesses is her house.

“Um sure” he mumbles standing up, picking up his bike and following her “Wait, I didn’t get your name” he adds as the girl turns around

“Y/n” she smiles

“I’m Luke” he says catching up to her

“Nice to meet you, Luke” she says and all he can think about is how he likes the way his name sounds when she says it. When they get to her house he leans his bike against the wall, giving it a quick once over luckily it doesn’t look to badly damaged, and follows her into the house. She leads him into the kitchen, pulls out a chair and instructs him to sit while she gets the first aid kit and a cloth to clean his cuts with.

She comes back, pulls another chair out and sits facing him. She starts with his face “You’ve got a nice big cut down the side of your face, you’ll be lucky if it doesn’t bruise” she says focused on what she’s doing. Luke just hums in response, his eyes taking in her face the way her brows furrow while she’s concentrating, her nose is scrunched slightly and she’s biting her lip ‘Damn she even cute up close’ he thinks as she pulls back.

Satisfied that the cut is now clean she reaches for some cream and applies a small amount before taking one of his hands in hers and sets about cleaning the graze there. She’s silent as she works which Luke is kind of glad about because he knows he’ll probably say something stupid given the chance considering how close she is to him. When she is finished with his hand she takes his other cleaning that one the same and applying a small amount of cream to both of his hands.

“All finished” she announces and he smiles thanking her as she puts away the first aid kit “How’d you manage to ride into the post anyway” she asks turning to face him as he feels his face heat up slightly he knew she’d ask sooner or later but he didn’t want to admit that he rode into the post because he was staring at her.

“Oh, um I was distracted I guess,” he says looking to the floor “ I, um I had an argument with my mum then I was running late for band practice and then I took a wrong turn” he finishes looking back up at her and she’s nodding as if she understands and he can’t help but like her more

“You’re in a band, that’s cool” she says finally “What do you play?” she asks

He smiling now he loves talking about the band “Guitar and I si..” he’s stopped mid sentence by his phone ringing, he looks to see Alex’s name flash up on the screen “I’m sorry I have to answer this” he says

“Hey” he says answering the phone

“Luke thank god where are you” Alex asks “you haven’t shown up for practice and I got worried, you never miss practice” Alex says putting emphasis on the word never.

“I’m okay, I’ll be there in 5 and I’ll explain everything” he states ending the call turning back to y/n he says “I’m really sorry I have to go but thank you for helping me”

“It’s okay really and besides I’ve got to get back to the plants” she smiles as they go back to the garden, he grabs his bike on the way past but before he rides away y/n speaks again

“Hey Luke, try not to ride into anymore lamps posts” she says with a chuckle and he nods saying goodbye before riding off to finally meet up with the guys.

When he gets to the studio he is ambushed by questions as soon as he gets through the door “Guys if you would just shut up I’ll tell you” he shouts looking annoyed taking a seat on the couch, the guys follow and he tells them everything from his argument with his mum to riding into the lamp post, which earns him some teasing, to meeting y/n, which he gets even more teasing for but he doesn’t mind as much this time and when he finishes Alex is the first to speak

“Dude I cannot believe you rode into a lamp post” he laughs and then they’re all laughing because it is pretty ridiculous but eventually they stop and start practicing but all he can think about is y/n.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp luke #luke x reader #jatp alex #jatp reggie #julie and the himbos

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ghostlyhamburger · 3 years

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The 12 Dates of Christmas

Hey @sumomosketches I’m your @mlsecretsanta! I hope you enjoy this OT4 fluff!

Rating: T

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Decorating the Tree

“Merry Christmas, Adrien!”

Marinette greeted her boyfriend at the door with a hug. He glanced up to the mistletoe sprig hung in the doorway before pulling her close for a short, sweet kiss.

“I’m not late, am I?” he asked.

“No, don’t worry about it,” she replied. “Alya and Nino are already here, but we waited for you to start.”

“Thanks,” he said with a wide grin, before entering further into Marinette’s house to meet his other girlfriend and boyfriend.

The four had fallen into a comfortable relationship over the years—first as two couples, then, after some deep confessions, as a poly quad relationship. Adrien loved all his partners, so much, and his heart swelled every time he got to spend time with all of them.

“Hey dude!” Nino greeted him, exchanging a complicated secret handshake that ended with Nino dipping Adrien in a dramatic kiss.

Alya rolled her eyes and kissed her boyfriend’s cheek as a much simpler greeting. “You’re just in time to help with the lights.”

The four were gathered to decorate the tree at Marinette’s house. Her parents had put her in charge of it this year, and when everyone’s schedules lined up for a change, she thought it would be a fun way to get some holiday cheer with her partners.

“I can’t believe Christmas is so soon,” Alya commented as she helped Adrien wind strings of lights around the tree. “There’s so many holiday things I wanted to do.”

“We’ve still got time,” Marinette said, sorting ornaments out of a tangled mess of hooks. “Maybe not all four of us before Christmas, but I’m free a lot, I know all of you have time too…actually…”

“Oh no,” Nino groaned. “I know that look. You’re planning something.”

“Just thinking, why don’t we try to have as many Christmassy dates as possible before the holiday?” Marinette asked, almost too innocently.

Alya laughed. “Babe, you have a schedule drawn up already, don’t you?”

Marinette flushed as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and pulled up a calendar app. “…yes.”

“This is actually a really good idea,” Adrien said, glancing over the schedule she’d created. “You thought of everything, Marinette.”

Alya just sighed, an overly dramatic gesture. “I guess you’re lucky I can’t say no to you, M.”

Charity Work

Marinette, Alya, and Nino found themselves at a community center building.

“What are we doing here?” Nino asked.

“Volunteering,” Marinette replied. “We’re putting together packages of gift cards and canned food for needy families.”

“That’s not really a date,” Alya pointed out.

“Yeah, but it’s a good cause.” Nino held open the door for the girls with a smile. “Let’s go.”

They found themselves on a makeshift assembly line, placing objects into gift baskets before sticking bows on the top. Nino was on bow duty, and he was directed to throw out any bow that was bent or crumpled.

Instead, he kept sticking the defective bows on his girlfriends, using the decorations as an excuse to sneak up on them and kiss them as he planted a bow on their head or shoulder.

An older woman walked by them and smiled as Nino kissed Alya, then frowned as she saw him kissing Marinette on her return.

“Next time she passes by, we should kiss just to really confuse her,” Alya murmured to her girlfriend.

Marinette giggled. “Why wait?”

Christmas Market

“Why do you even go to this?” Nino asked Marinette, no judgement in his tone, just curiosity. “I mean, you make presents every year.”

She pouted. “Am I that predictable?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he responded, taking his girlfriend’s hand in his own. “You’re creative and amazing. It’s just, we all know that things you make are way better than anything you can buy.”

Marinette blushed, and teased, “Well, maybe I’m not putting in the full effort this year. Everyone gets matching keychains.”

“Yeah right,” he said. “You couldn’t half-ass anything if you tried.”

She kissed his cheek. “You’re right. But I like going to the market, there’s all sorts of good food and Christmas cheer and it’s just…nice. Plus, I get to spend time with you.”

Nino gripped her hand tightly, lacing his fingers with hers. “That’s a nice bonus.”

“So!” she said brightly. “Want to go try some pastries and compare them to Papa’s?”

“Your dad’s are the best, but yeah,” he replied.

They amassed a feast of pastries from the various vendors and enjoyed them together, exchanging soft kisses between bites and arguing over who had the better palmiers.

Playing in the Snow

“What do you think?” Nino stepped back from the snowman he’d built, a short, squat snowman only one ball of snow tall.

Alya laughed as she formed a ball of snow in her hands. “I think—think fast!” She threw the snowball, and Nino ducked just in time.

“And here I thought I was your favorite,” he teased, bending down to scoop together his own snowball.

“I don’t know what would give you that idea,” she replied innocently.

“It’s because when I said hey, let’s enjoy the fresh snow, you said I was your favorite.”

“I like snow!” Alya said, laughing as she ducked Nino’s snowball. “I’m still getting used to it, you know.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. “Do they not have snow in Martinique?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, surprisingly, there’s no snow on a tropical island. So this is only my…third winter, ever.”

“Oh,” Nino replied, a sheepish grin in his face. “Okay, that was pretty stupid of me. So, you get one free snowball to the face.”

Alya smirked as she bent down to form a perfect snowball, then lobbed it directly at her boyfriend’s face, letting the snow explode into powder against his cheek.

He laughed as he wiped away the snow. “I’m surprised they teach you how to make snowballs in the Caribbean.”

“You know what else I learned how to make, doudou?” she asked with a wicked grin.

“Yeah?”

“Turtle soup!”

Hot Cocoa Tasting

Adrien, Alya, and Nino used Adrien’s massive kitchen to each create their own perfect hot cocoa recipe to share. Adrien didn’t have a recipe, but Marinette was happy to share a simple one since she couldn’t be there.

Alya and Nino were competitive as they rushed around, boiling milk, adding in cocoa and spices. Adrien, on the other hand, stood at the microwave, reading Marinette’s exact instructions on his phone.

He carefully took the mugs of cocoa out of the microwave when it dinged, setting them on the counter with such gentle care. Then, he carefully ripped open the powdered cocoa packets and stirred them into the three mugs.

Alya poured rich, melted chocolate into mugs, while Nino strained cardamom pods into his cocoa.

Adrien sprayed whipped cream on top of his offering.

The three sat around the kitchen counter, a much homier place than the massive dining room table. Alya’s hot cocoa offering was clearly the best, rich and sweet, coating their tongues with chocolaty goodness with each sip.

“Yeah,” Adrien said after putting down his mug. “Alya, you definitely win.”

His girlfriend exchanged a look with Nino, and the two grinned widely before Alya replied, “No, Sunshine, yours is the best.”

“Yeah,” Nino added. “Can’t go wrong with a classic!”

“You’re just saying that,” he responded, but he couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face, the sheer love he felt from his partners warming him more than the cocoa.

“Seriously, though, not lying,” Nino said, slinging an arm around Adrien’s shoulders. “This is the stuff my mom would make when I came inside from the snow, same brand and everything. It tastes like childhood, and you made it—” he kissed his fingers for emphasis “—perfectly.”

“Don’t you mean purr-fectly?”

“Aaand he’s back to normal,” Alya said with a laugh. “I know it’s the holidays, but come on, you don’t need to get all sentimental on us. Just enjoy the cocoa and hang out with people who love you.”

Adrien smiled as he took another sip.

Caroling

“So why are we doing this?” Adrien asked Alya as she set up a video camera in her bedroom.

“Because going door to door to sing carols is outdated and videos can be seen worldwide,” she replied.

“Okay, but why the two of us? Why not Mari or Nino?”

She grinned at him. “We’re the best singers, Sunshine.”

She pressed a button on her computer, and the opening notes of “Petit Papa Noel” began to play. The two sang together, overacting the song for the camera, and ending up dissolving into giggles together.

After a few songs, Alya shut off the camera, grinning at her boyfriend. “Damn, I knew you were good, but—that high note, wow.”

Adrien blushed. “Thanks. I was just having fun with a pretty girl.”

“Such a charmer,” she teased, kissing his cheek.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close and kissing her lips lightly. “You fell for me, didn’t you? My charms worked.”

Looking at Lights

Marinette was smiling more brightly than the lights around the Champs-Elysees, her hands clasping both of her boyfriends’. Adrien was also in awe of the lights brightening up the night, and Nino was just happy to be with them.

“This is so pretty!” Marinette exclaimed.

“It really is,” Adrien agreed.

Marinette didn’t turn her head, but said, “Nino, is he doing the cliché thing and looking at me?”

Adrien flushed red as Nino ratted him out with a snickering, “Yeah. But you are pretty, so…”

She blushed, gently squeezing both their hands. “I’m going to die. I’m going to be absolutely flirted to death between the two of you.”

Adrien gave a dramatic gasp. “You can’t die, Mari! We haven’t had our date yet!”

“What do you call this?” she teased. “Are you just ignoring Nino?”

“Well, he can’t die either, then,” he said. “Nino! No dying before our date!”

Nino just laughed. “Wasn’t planning on it. But I am planning on kissing your girlfriend under the mistletoe over there.”

Marinette giggled. “Sorry, Adrien, looks like I’m kissing your boyfriend.”

“Well—then I’m kissing your boyfriend,” Adrien retorted with a wide grin. “And then I’ll kiss his girlfriend.”

The three made their way to the mistletoe, laughing and exchanging kisses under the colored lights.

Making a Gingerbread House

Marinette was in charge of baking the gingerbread, and Alya brought the decorations.

Together, they meticulously worked on creating a gingerbread bakery, an exact replica of the Dupain-Cheng building. They piped icing onto the sides, molded little candies into signs and windows.

“You know, if the guys were here, they’d have eaten half the decorations by now,” Alya commented as she placed small candy flowers on the balcony.

Marinette nodded. “There’s a reason I suggested we do this for our date. The guys will have to appreciate the pictures.”

“We’re not saving any treats for them?”

“Well, there’s one spare bag of icing, but I already had plans for it,” Marinette admitted. “Plans involving your lips.”

“M, you naughty girl,” Alya teased. “And here I thought you’d be on the nice list.”

She flushed red. “Can we finish so we can get to the kissing, please?”

“I can kiss and decorate at the same time,” Alya replied, demonstrating her point by kissing Marinette’s cheek. “Learn to multitask!”

“I have two boyfriends, an amazing girlfriend, and I’m a superhero slash student slash designer,” Marinette replied flatly. “I’m pretty good at balancing.”

“True, true,” she said. “But hey, at least I’m cute.”

“You are,” Marinette agreed, giving her a small hip bump.

Holiday Movies

“It’s so sad!” Adrien cried, curling against Nino’s side as they streamed a cheesy Christmas movie. “Amber loves him so much but she’s leaving Aldovia anyways!”

“I know, dude,” Nino replied, gently rubbing Adrien’s shoulder. “I know. I’m picking the next movie, right?”

Adrien sniffed. “But—there’s two sequels!”

“Yeah, we’re watching Home Alone next,” Nino muttered. “Look, you know the prince is going to show up and propose to her anyways, right? So why are you sad now?”

Adrien shrugged. “Sometimes it’s fun to be sad about cheesy movies, you know? It helps.”

Nino kissed his boyfriend’s temple as he hugged him close. “Okay. Fair. But I get the next movie and then we can watch the sequels.”

“And Princess Switch?” Adrien asked, turning on the pleading face that none of his partners could say no to.

“Only because I love you, dude.”

Ice Skating

“I get the feeling you wanted us to do this one for a reason,” Adrien said with a grin as he skated backwards around the rink, holding Marinette’s hands in his.

She blushed. “I’m sorry, is that weird? I just—we never did get to have the ice skating date I was too afraid to ask you on…”

He chuckled. “For what it’s worth, I would have said yes.”

Marinette smiled, the wide, smitten smile that seemed reserved just for him. “I love you,” she murmured. “I—I mean—”

Adrien pulled her close, twirling around with her. “I love you too,” he said softly. “My Lady.”

They kissed, softly and sweetly, gliding to a stop on the ice as they were lost in each other for a long, perfect moment.

When they parted, Marinette burst into giggles. “I can’t believe I haven’t fallen down yet!”

“Don’t jinx yourself!” he said with a laugh. “But if you do fall, I’ll catch you. I promise.”

She gave him a wide grin. “I know. I trust you.”

Wrapping Presents

“Didn’t we already do this with Nino?” Alya asked as she tied a bow on a package in Marinette’s room.

“Well, those were for charity, these are just our presents for family,” Marinette said. “Also a good excuse for my parents to leave us alone for a few hours.”

Adrien grinned as he added tape onto a package that was already more tape than wrapping paper. “I do like that part. Just me and my two beautiful girlfriends here.”

Alya burst into laughter. “Oh, Sunshine, you’re the purest one here. What’s the worst you’d do? Kiss us?”

“On the lips,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows.

“Oh no, our innocence!” Marinette cried dramatically. “Alya, protect me!”

Alya dove in front of Marinette with a laugh. “You can’t kiss her till I have!”

“But you have,” Adrien pointed out. “Both of us. Several times.”

Alya glanced up at Marinette with a shrug. “He’s got me there.”

“You two are so lucky you’re cute,” Marinette grumbled.

“The cutest,” Alya agreed.

Adrien leaned over to the two and placed ribbon bows on their heads. “There. Now you’re both pretty gifts for Nino.”

“Oh, don’t phrase it like that,” Marinette said, her cheeks turning pink. “He’s going to think something way different.”

“What?”

Marinette exchanged a look with Alya before the two of them burst into giggles, Marinette falling off the chaise and resting against her girlfriend’s side.

“What is it?” Adrien asked. “Come on, tell me!”

“Maybe in another few years,” Marinette teased. “You’re too young and innocent for this!”

Decorating Cookies

“I love you,” Marinette said to Adrien. “But, uh—you spelled Christmas wrong.”

Adrien glanced down at the cookie he was putting letter-shaped sprinkles on. “Oh. I did.”

Nino reached over and snatched away the cookie, taking a large bite. “No use letting it go to waste!”

Marinette gave his hand a gentle smack, not really hurting him. “You can’t keep eating the cookies, or we won’t have any left for Christmas!”

“Lighten up, Mari,” Adrien said, wrapping his arms around her. “Christmas is tomorrow. If a few cookies go missing, who does it really hurt?”

“You’re just saying that because you’ve had seven,” Marinette grumbled.

“How many have you had?” Alya asked. “Because, the way you’re acting, I’m pretty sure it’s none.”

Marinette just pouted.

Adrien lifted a cookie to her lips. “Eat the cookie and enjoy yourself, Mari. Everything’s already perfect. You know that, right?”

“It’s not perfect till we’re done,” she insisted, though she did take a bite of the messily frosted cookie.

“It’s perfect because we’re all here together,” Adrien said. “You, me, Nino, Alya.”

“Yeah, Sunshine is right,” Alya replied. “No worrying. We’re all together, and things are great.” She leaned over, wrapping her arms around Marinette and Adrien.

Nino moved around the table to join their hug. “Love you guys,” he murmured. “Merry Christmas.”

#ml secret santa #mlsecretsanta #ml fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug #adrininalyanette

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mariya-chan5 · 4 years

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Hello borusara fans This is my first time to made a fanfic so if i make a mistake tell me please. And support me.

Title : Lovers or just a friends?

After years away from their hometown, the Uchiha family returns to Konoha. There, young Sarada, right on her first day, runs into her best childhood friend, Boruto Uzumaki, who is now a handsome seventeen-year-old boy with blond hair and blue eyes, much more beautiful than girl remembered.

The friendship between the two flows as before, with the same tone of zueira and rivalry that has always existed. But this time, there is something more connecting the two hearts. Something the Uchiha is still unaware of.

Accompanied by a mystery involved in the Uchiha family, the young woman will have to deal with the consequences that her return will bring to the lives of her old and new friends, while facing new feelings that will arise and leaving her tormented with a question: After all, she and Boruto, are they friends or something else?

Chapter 1 : I am back!!!

Dear diary, my name is Sarada Uchiha. After 7 years in Otoga, I am returning to my hometown, Konoha. Nostalgia invades me when I think about my old life there. The restaurants, the school, the people ... Everything that I left behind, will come up again.

I'm at the airport waiting for our flight schedule. I confess that I'm a little impatient, I took this from my father hehe. Who is he? Sasuke Uchiha, a policeman who scares people, especially my colleagues. I say that because as a child, the other kids didn't mess with me because of him, except for a certain idiot ...

From my mother I took the temper. I can be - with a clear reason - a little warm. She, Sakura Uchiha, is a doctor and founder of the ‘Psychological Institution for Children’ in Konoha. Do you know a dedicated woman who always gives her all? She is my mother, and I love to be proud of that ”.

Narrator p.o.v

Sarada wrote in his new diary, which was given by a friend before his return to Konoha. While filling the first page of countless to come, wearing headphones, I listened to “Happier - Mashmello”, on Spotify.

- Sarada - Sakura called a second time, with blood in her eyes.

- She won't listen to you while wearing these headphones. - Sasuke warned in an ironic tone.

- Hehe ok ... Sarada! - the mother shouted, pulling the girl's headphones, who closed the diary at the same moment, frightened.

- Who was the ... Ah, hi mom! - the girl turned red as a tomato - note: she hates tomatoes - this when she realized that her mother caught everyone's attention around her. Ah ... mothers. - Hey, mom, you don't have to shout like that! You could have just called me.

- Hi????? - Sakura asked in horror at her daughter's wooden face. - Drop that diary and let's go! Then you go on with it, come on, come on !!

- Okay, Sakura, I understand, don't shout, onegai hehe ...

The girl kept the diary, and went with her parents for boarding.

•••

- I'll stay at the window! - Sarada exclaimed.

- My Kami ... Looks like a seven year old child, do I deserve it? Sakura sighed, her hand on her face. - There's your daughter Sasuke.

- With this way of acting, I think we know who she actually looks like ...

- Dad, don't say such a thing ...

- Hey! What do you mean by that?

- I did not say anything! - the girl replied in a hard face.

Sakura turned away and smiled a satisfied smile. Your relationship with your daughter is like that, the best.

The conversation ended. The girl put the headphones back on and went back to writing in her diary.

“I am so happy to be back in Konoha! The main reason for this is that I’m going to see my friends. Sumire, Inojin, Shikadai, Lee, and Boruto, my favorite.

Since we don't keep in touch, I spend hours wondering if they still remember me, our madness ... Did Boruto grow up? Haha, I remember being bigger than him, which was a perfect reason to make fun of him. He was also irritating and stubborn. My father said that this was taken from Uncle Naruto.

I missed that idiot so much ... ”.

The plane started. Sarada kept the diary, and without realizing it, she fell asleep, shortly after imagining a thousand and one possibilities of what her reunion with her old friends would be like. With a smile and "See You Again" playing, the girl fell asleep.

•••

- Sarada ... We arrived, wake up ... - Sasuke called calmly.

The girl opened her eyes slowly, and when her senses surfaced, she broke into a big smile.

- So we're done ...

- Let's go down, get your things.

- OK.

It was one in the afternoon when they arrived in Konoha. After solving some things, the family left the airport. Sarada breathed in and out of the old - and now new - home, when an idea popped into her head.

- Uh ... Will the taxi take long to arrive?

- I hope not, I'm exhausted. But why are you asking, huh? - the mother asked, suspicious.

- It's just ... I wanted to go for a walk, you know? I don't know ... Just to know the changes in the city ... - he said with a pidona face.

- I think you'll have enough time Sarada. Now we need to get some rest. Besides, we just arrived, you shouldn't go around alone. - Sasuke said.

- It's quick!

- Didn't you hear daughter? Not now. - Sakura declared.

- Ok ... Okay, - he replied.

- Stay calm, the taxi won't take long ... Ah! Look at him over there!

The car arrived.

- Hey, man, can you please help us with our bags? - Sasuke asked the taxi driver.

- Sarada put your things in ... - Sakura turned and sighed when she saw that her daughter was no longer there. - Oh God! Sasuke, where's Sarada?

- Take a walk, maybe? - He smiled discreetly.

- Ah, so stubborn ... He pulled his side of the family!

- She'll be fine, Sakura, don't worry so much ...

- If she gets lost, who will look for her, it will be you!

•••

Somewhere in the City Center

- I think ... I'm lost ha ... ha ... My God, help me!

It was late afternoon. Sarada went around and around the city, and ended up getting lost, he didn't know how to get back to the taxi stand. He stopped in a square, sat on a bench and stayed there. He hates to admit it, but his parents were right, it would have been better to wait. Teens ... They are so stubborn, argh!

- Dude, what do I do now? My cell phone battery is over, I'm lost in this huge city, and hunger is starting to attack. Maybe it is better not to see my parents again, because my mother will want to kill me. Damn ... I'm such an idiot! - he said, throwing a crumpled pamphlet on the floor.

- Just because you're lost doesn't mean you're an idiot!

"Oh no ... There comes a man to fill me," Sarada thought.

- Don't worry, I'm not a fucking pervert or anything. I just want to help a girl who's looking like she's lost.

- I don't need your help. - Sarada didn't even look at the person. His eyes were on the floor.

- It's not what it looks like. Are you new around here?

- What if it is?

- So it's explained ... Look ... If you accept, I can show you the way to the train station, or the taxi rank.

“Shit Sarada, look at the situation you are in now,” she thought.

- Okay. To make things easier, I say my name, can it be?

- Hmm.

- But ... I only say it when you look at me.

"Loose face".

Sarada raised her head and then ...

- My name is Boruto Uzumaki! And who are you?

A shock. It was what the young woman felt when she met those unforgettable eyes. Blue as the ocean, and beautiful as the ... of an angel? Yes, that's how she described them since she was little.

- Bo ... - she whispered.

- It was bad, I didn't understand. Can repeat?

- Boruto ... Is it ... you?

- Ah yes. And you are... ?

- Do not you remember? - the girl asked with a stare, intimidating to the boy, who after some time sinking in that onyx, realized. - I am...

- Impossible ... She can't be here ...

A tear formed in the eyes of the Uchiha, who left for a hug in his friend, who soon could be sure that yes, that was his best childhood friend ... Sarada.

After a few seconds stuck together, they separated, shyly, and the girl started:

- I still can't believe I found you like this, Boruto. I ... I missed you so much ...

The boy couldn't take his eyes off her. He was delighted and made a point of making that clear.

- Sarada are you ...

- What? She asked, confident that her friend would have noticed her changes from a little girl to a woman.

- Too short! Hahahaha, what the fuck? Forgot to grow up?

- YOU FOOL! AFTER SO LONG, HAVE YOU NOT YET LEARNED HOW TO TREAT WOMEN ?!

- There! - the boy shouted when he felt his friend's punch, after a long time. - It's even stronger ...

- Ah ... It was bad hehe! I think I got excited ...

- Relax! I missed that ... Really.

The eyes met for a fraction of a second.

- Ah ... Tell me ... Did you come to visit? What a pity, because I really

- I'm here to stay. She interrupted. - I'm back to Konoha ... Boruto!

- B ... Welcome back ... I ...

- You do not need to say anything! We'll have all the time in the world! Just for us!

At that moment, the boy blushed on a level ...

- Yeah, yeah, you're right! Can I ... give you another hug?

- Idiot ... Why do you ask? - she said pulling the blonde. - I'll tell you everything!

•••

- Then your father completed the task and you could return ...

- That ae! - Sarada replied, while eating ice cream that Uzumaki insisted on buying.

- Wow! I ... I thought you would never ... I thought I wouldn't see you anymore ... - he declared with a weak smile.

- I knew you couldn't take it anymore without me, baby boy!

- Hahahaha! This time, and only this time, I will not disagree. - he joked, and then decided to ask - Are you ... dating?

- Not! I'm really fine ... What about you, sir? Until you are dressed up, I would not be surprised if I said that I found someone to support you.

- Nobody is worthy!

- Hahahaha, I know! I'm sorry for the unfortunate future! - Sarada joked, pushing the blonde slightly.

And with that started a war.

- Hey! - Boruto grunted, pushing her harder.

The two stayed like that for a long time.

- It's great to have you here again! Sarada looked into the boy's eyes after the statement and his face flushed slightly.

- N-don't look at me like that, idiot!

- Because? Can't you resist that beautiful face of Uzumaki?

- Hahahaha! Silly!

They - or at least one of them - would never think about the possibility of the two together.

- Well, the sun is already setting. I'll take you to the station, and then you call your people to come and get you, can you?

- Yes, thank you!

- So let's go?

- Let's go!

Breaking time >>

After a few minutes walking around the city, and learning about it, Sarada and Boruto arrived at the station. Uchiha used his friend's phone to check on his parents, who were worried and furious.

After the call, the girl said goodbye to Boruto.

- Thank you ... Even after so long you were here when I needed it most

- That's what friends are for, isn't it? - he said with a smile, (and what a beautiful smile).

They embraced for a while. This time, a hug full of tenderness and longing, as if all words not said in years, were transmitted through this act.

Sarada looked over the blonde's shoulders and saw his punishment.

- My parents are getting there.

- So I think it's time to say goodbye ... Well, bye.

- Hahaha, bye! Until next time!

- That sentence ... See you!

The two smiled at each other and he was gone. Seconds later, the girl's parents arrived.

- Something to say, stubborn Uchirrazinha? - Sakura asked, arms crossed.

- Err ... I'm sorry. I didn't hear them both and ended up doing shit. Forgive me, please.

- Since when it doesn't happen again. We are not in a very “free and fired” moment to walk through this alone, understand? His mother replied, calmly - or at least, trying.

- Thank you mom ... - the girl looked at her father, who smiled a little, just to make her understand.

- Let's go home. - he said.

•••

After meeting, the Uchiha family returned home - the old house, which is beautiful and perfectly preserved. - When he arrived, Sarada ran to his room, which still had some old things, such as toys and clothes. He sat on the bed, and picked up his diary.

“Dear diary ... I just saw my best childhood friend. This is so surreal and exciting. He's so ... tall and handsome, he doesn't even look like the annoying brat from a few years ago.

He saved me, that idiot ...

What did fate have in store for me? I'm looking forward to finding out! ”.

The girl smiled alone as she remembered the day with her friend. She closed the diary and looked around. The room was a mess, this is like a nightmare for a young Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha, so she took advantage of the disposition to give a touch Sarada Young there.

A few hours later, she fell asleep.

Hope you guys enjoy the story. I try my best to write perfect but if i made mistakes so please forgive me. Thanks for reading ❤❤❤❤

#borusara #boruto x sarada #borusara+fanfic #anime #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha

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gashinabts · 5 years

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You Again (m)

Word: 4.4k

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, first love, ex-lovers to lovers

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: “...When we broke up, you said it was better this way, I didn’t want to hold you back. You have a bright future, I was only going to make things messy for you,” you give him a sympathetic smile.

Warnings: Implied smut, AnGSt, Mature language

a/n: my dude, seokjin looking like a snack. This took like a long time to write and hopefully you enjoy it. I have this thing for first loves since I desperately want one.

“ I want to marry you,” Seokjin whispers to you, while holding your body closer to him. You look at him crazy since you were both sixteen and way too young to think about marriage. He laughs and kisses your nose, “Not right now, but in the future.”

“ Then I do, you know for future references,” you kiss him on his nose and he whines. You tease him further, kissing him everywhere but his lips. “ You should go Seokjin...before my parents come tell me to eat breakfast.” Then you finally kiss him on his lips.

“ Mmm...okay,” he gets out of your bed and pulls his shirt on. You walk him to your window and kiss him one last time. “ I love you.”

“ I love you too.”

Seokjin smiles when he wakes up since he dreamed of you. He wonders how you are doing and if your married. What if your not maybe he searched for you and asked you to marry him. He laughs at the thought, and at his own pity, thinking you are still in love with him. Many years passed and your still on his mind. His thoughts are interrupted when he hears ringing from his phone.

“ Good morning, Mom,” he already knows it’s his Mom calling so early in the morning.

“ Ahh, hello, I called my good friend yesterday and guess what?,” she replies excitedly. Seokjin hums and walks towards his closet, browsing different articles of clothing. “ Her son is also single too! What is it with this generation, you should have at least two children right now. This your chance to be looking for a relationship, you’re not an idol anymore and your at stable point right now, and your thirty nine...” he continues to listen her ramble about his love life and finally decides what he wants to wear. “...Are you even listening to me, son?”

“Ahh, yes Mom, I am. You know what you are right, I’m going to get married right now to the first person I see today,” he jokes and his mother lets out a displeased groan.

“ You don’t get it, I just want you to be happy and find someone who will love you and you can love back.” He puts the phone on speaker and dresses himself up.

“ Yes, I understand, but I feel content with my life right now,” he states and grabs his phone while walking to the living room. It’s not a lie, he does feel content with his life, he is well off and is living comfortably. But something in the back of his mind is telling him that he is not happy.

“ If you say so, and can you pick up your father’s medication, it should be by that convenience store by your house.” Seokjin agreed to pick up the medication and says his goodbyes.

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He decides to take his bike to the store, it’s wonderful weather, the sun is shining bright and the birds are singing. Everything feels good and it’s peaceful, at the same moment his bike trips over a medium size rock and crashes to someone. “ Ahh, you old man! I could’ve died and my Mom would kill me if I died,” the victim is on the floor.

‘Old man’, no one ever called him old, well Jungkook would call him that in a teasingly matter. He looks down at the girl on the floor, she has a bruised knee and it’s bleeding, she has a middle school uniform on. “Oh my...I’m sorry, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?,” he parks the bike and offers her a hand.

“ I’m okay, my knee hurts a lot,” she pouts and grabs his hand. She stands up and hisses in pain. “ I’m Seo-ah, the most beautiful girl in my school however you messed up my knee,” she points at her knee as evidenced.

Seokjin scoffs, this girl is quite cocky, he shouldn’t be judging since he’s also like that. “ I’m Seokjin, and I’m still sorry about that, what can I do to make you feel better?”

Seo-ah smirks, “ Old man, I want some ice cream and some ramen.” She points to the convenience store that’s a couple feet away.

“Yah, stop calling me that, I’ve been told that I look very young for my age. And you should at least say please when asking for something.” He continues to walk with her to the store. They enter and she immediately goes to the ramen section, while Seokjin goes to pick up his father’s medicine. Seo-ah brings two ramen and two ice creams to the counter, “One for you and one for me,” she said to him and smiles brightly. After they check out the items, they boil the ramen and sit by the table.

Seo-ah was about to eat the noodles, when she hears Seokjin tsk at her. “Blow the ramen before you eat it, it’s really hot,” he then blows at his own ramen. She rolls her eyes and blows very loudly at her ramen. She quickly finishes her food, and eagerly eats the ice cream.

“ God, this is so good. My Mom gave me money to buy food but I spent it all on makeup,” she sighs. Seokjin gives her a disappointing look, “... what? It wasn’t my fault, there was a good sale going on.”

“ You shouldn’t even be buying makeup, you don’t need it.” Seokjin looks at her face, she has a pretty face, it’s clear and her features are symmetrical. She could pass as a model, if she wanted to. Her parents must be very attractive.

“ You don’t understand, I’m going to high school next year, everyone is going to be wearing makeup. What if my boyfriend finds someone prettier?” She whines and swings her legs back and forward. The ice cream is gone from her hand, and she looks at his ice cream that hasn’t been touched. He gives her his ice cream and she happily cheers.

“ You don’t need to worry about boys until your in college, you should be focusing on your studies. And even if he dumps you for a prettier girl, then he isn’t worth it,” he messily pats her head. She groans and tries to fix her hair. As she does that he notices a familiar thin ring on her finger.

“You sound just like my Mom, so you didn’t have a girlfriend in high school then?,” she asked curiously while fixing her bangs.

It caught Seokjin off guard, his high school girlfriend wasn’t just his ‘high school girlfriend,’ it was more than that. He remembers when he asked you out during the first year, how you blushed since he asked you out in front of everyone. When they used to sneak little kisses in the library and hold hands under the desk. He remembers sneaking in your room at night and making love to you and talking about the future together. Then he remembers the end of the relationship, when you both decided it was best to break up. He remembers hugging you for the very last time and giving him one last kiss. “No, I didn’t have one, ” he quickly says.

“Now you are lying, I saw your eyes gleam when I asked you that question,” she laughs and pokes at his shoulder. She gets up throws both of their trash away. “ Come on, I need you to take me home.” They both walk outside the store and to the bike.

“You want me to take you by bike! I should just call a cab for you,” he’s about to grab his phone. But she hurriedly takes his phone away and puts it in her backpack.

“No, you can’t do that you need to earn my forgiveness. Feel pain to feel my pain, you know. Plus, it’s fun hanging out with you, old man,” she pats on his seat. He doesn’t know why but he does it, he bikes with her sitting on the back holding onto him. She hums a little and tells him directions where her house is at. He’s profusely sweating when they finally arrive at the house. The house is average looking and there’s small pink flowers blooming in the front yard. She gets off the bike, and points at the house, “ This is me, you wanna come inside, you look tired old man.”

“Uh, I don’t know...I think I should just go.” He looks around the neighborhood and stretches his legs as he gets off the bike. Seokjin looks at Seo-ah’s disappointed face.

“ Just come inside, I’ll give you something to drink, you look a little dehydrated.” She doesn’t wait for a response and grabs his hand, urging him in the house. He looks around and feels a rush of warmth and a comforting scent in the house. “I’m going to get you some water.” She leaves him in the living room, as he goes towards a picture frame on a desk. He squints and sees you, Y/N, his first love. You have short hair and are carrying a baby, your smiling big and your cheeks are lightly touching the baby’s cheek. Then it hits him, your child is Seo-ah, the features are similar, she’s just as beautiful as you, he looks more at the picture and notices you look young. He remembers when you guys broke up in your mid twenties, he is doing math in his head calculating the age you had her. Is Seo-ah his, no way it can’t be, you would’ve told him. “Ahh, that’s my Mom, isn’t she pretty?” Seo-ah intrudes his math calculations and hands him a cup of ice water.

Seokjin takes the water and places on the desk, “ Seo-ah, if you don’t mind me asking...where’s your father?” Her eyes widened but she quickly recovers and laughs.

“Uh, I don’t know. When I was younger, my Mom used to tell me that he was with the stars. I remember always wishing on a falling star that I would at least see my Dad,” she says and smiles thoughtfully. Seokjin heart drops when he hears her somber voice. He wants to hug her and tell her it’s okay, so he pulls her into a hug. Tears in his eyes as he tries to envision the possible memories he missed of her childhood.

“Uhh, Seokjin are you okay?,” she pulls out of the hug and looks at him questioning. He doesn’t know if he’s okay, he wants to ask you if this is his child. He wants answers and he wants to see you.

“ Yeah. I’m okay,” he smiles at her and finally drinks the water. “ When does your Mother come home, I need to tell her that you spend all your money on makeup,” he jokes with Seo-ah. He looks around at the picture mentally tracing her smile that looks similar to yours.

“ Hey! Old man, you can’t tell my mom that! I told you that in confidentiality, I’m never going to tell you anything anymore,” she huffs and twist her ring on her finger. He notices her doing that gesture and is reminded of you, when he gave you a ring for your birthday, promising he’ll buy you a diamond ring in the future. He also remembers you twisting it when you were at the cafe on the day of the break up.

“ Did your boyfriend gave you that ring?,” he asked subtly.

“ No, this actually my Mom’s, she said that my Dad gave this to her when they were in high school high school. I always used to beg her to let me wear it so I can feel closer to him. Eventually she just gave it to me,” she pulls the ring off and gives it to Seokjin so he can see it for himself. He remembers saving all his money for buying this simple ring and how excited you were to receive it, placing so many kisses on his face as a thank you.

Seokjin and Seo-ah heads turn when they hear the front door open,“ Seo-ah, I’m home! Help me with the grocery bags.” Seokjin knows that voice, he would sometimes dream of it singing him to sleep when he was stressed out. When he turns to look at Seo-ah, he realizes she’s already walking towards the front door, Seokjin feels nervous that your here in the same radius as him. He still has the ring and places it in his pocket, and walks toward the front door too. Seo-ah is leading him to the front door and towards the trunk of the car.

You don’t notice him, your too invested on telling what Seo-ah needs to carry and she walks back to the house with the groceries. You go to carry a gallon of milk until a manly hands stops you. You gasped in surprise and turn to see who it is, “Seokjin?” He looks beautiful as ever, doesn’t look like he has aged at all, he looks like the same man you fell in love with, it feels like a dream. You reach forward and grab him in arms, hugging him tightly and he holds your hips with his hands as if it belongs there. But then you pull quickly, “ What are doing here? Were you in my house? How do you know my Seo-ah?,” your asking question after question. Does he know that he’s her father, did he tell her.

“ Mom, this is Seokjin he ran me over with his bike, look at my knee,” your daughter pouts at you. You look at her knee and see that it’s still fresh. She’s standing besides Seokjin and they look so much like each other, and you can’t help but smile.

“ It doesn’t look too bad, put some antibiotics on it and let it breath for awhile. If it gets really infected we’ll go to the doctors...,” you grab the gallon of milk before Seokjin can protest, “...it’s nice meeting you, I’m Y/N.” You tell Seokjin and close the car trunk, walking back inside the house, it’s safe to pretend that you don’t know him. It’s for the best.

You place the groceries on the table and tell Seo-ah to change so she can help you for dinner. Once she’s out of sight you turn to Seokjin, “You still haven’t answered my question.”

Seokjin arched his eyebrows and crossed his arms, making him look more intimidating. “ You want to ask me questions,” he asked in disbelief and pulls out your ring out of his pocket showing you, “...tell me why Seo-ah had this and told me that her Dad gave this to her Mom in high school.” You look down from his piercing gaze and he walks up to you closer. He puts one of his hands under your chin making you stare into his eyes. “ Is she my daughter?,” he asked quietly. His eyes are glossy and he’s closer to you than ever.

“ No, she isn’t,” you look away from him. It’s better to lie to him, he is doing better things without you. He became a successful actor and model. This is the reason you broke up, right?

“Y/N, tell me the truth,” he says in desperation. His hands are placed on the counter behind you while you’re trapped in the middle. He deserves to know the truth, he’s the father of your child and the man you’ll always love.

“Yes, she’s your child.” You try to leave but he hugs you and sobs into your shoulder. Your shocked because he’s never cried this much, you feel guilty for causing him this much pain. You place your hands in his hair brushing it back, it feels silky in between your fingers. “It also hurt not telling you too,” you tell him while coddling him.

He pulls away from your touch and pain is etched all over his face, “ But why didn’t you tell me! She’s my daughter too, I miss everything about her, the birth of her, her first steps...her calling me Dad. So tell me Y/N, why didn’t you say anything?” His hands are trying to wipe down the tears that are pouring.

“ I was scared to tell you! You were just becoming a successful actor and all of a sudden your girlfriend is pregnant. When we broke up, you said it was better this way, I didn’t want to hold you back. You have a bright future, I was only going to make things messy for you,” you give him a sympathetic smile.

“ I didn’t fucking care that I had a ‘bright future’ due to my modeling or acting. All I cared about was you! I love you, I would’ve dropped my career in a heartbeat if you would’ve told me this.” He stares intently in eyes, waiting for you response. You don’t say anything, tears are also falling from your eyes. Seokjin wipes your tears and kisses your cheeks, hushing you gently to stop crying. “ How many pounds was she?,” he brushes some of your hair back.

“ Six pounds, she was so small in my arms. I remember feeling scared when carrying her,” you say quietly while leaning into his touch. He smiles and tries to imagine what she looked like as a newborn.

“I wish I was there to support you, you are such an amazing mother, fuck—so beautiful and strong. Your raising her well, she acts just like you,” he smiles teasingly and brushes his nose against yours.

You laugh and swat his chest, “ Seo-ah acts like you, I swear she has the same personality as you. She claims to be the most prettiest girl in school, hmm sounds familiar Seokjin?” Your hand is brushing the hairs on the nape and he basically purrs when you do this. It’s funny how you still know every inch of his body. His body close to you makes you feel warm, and you want to bask it in forever.

He leans forward and lips centimeters away from yours, “Well I don’t remember you complaining how cocky I was in bed back then.” He goes to kiss you but you hear Seo-ah’s door opening and you lightly push Seokjin away. He pouts when you do this and go over to pick up the vegetables and tell him to start cutting them up.

You tie your hair back, and help Seokjin cut the vegetables. He playfully nudges you with his hip and you giggle feeling young again. The simple things that he does drives you crazy, why does he look so handsome cutting vegetables. “Mom, can I hangout with Jinho later?,” Seo-ah ask sweetly. You would typically tell her to do some chores or study for some hours before she can even consider hanging out with her boyfriend but Seokjin is here and you need to talk.

“No.”

That didn’t come from and you turn to see it was from Seokjin. He’s firmly standing his ground with his arms crossed over, “ There’s no adult supervision and what happens if you get hurt? You can’t trust boys nowadays he might try something—“ he continues but stops when Seo-ah groans.

“ Ugh, he’s my boyfriend and respectful, we are just going roller skating. And if anything you’re the only one that hurt me,” she exclaims while pointing to her knee for the fourth time today. You roll your eyes as they keep bickering at each other and you laugh a little when Seokjin lies that all of his dates were supervised when he was in high school.

“ Calm down, Seo-ah you could go with Jinho but I expect a clean bathroom and bedroom when you come back home,” you tell her and you hear her and Seokjin whining. “Stop whining, or your going to clean the whole house,” you warn her. She murmurs an okay and washes the dirty plates in the sink. Time passes by with you and Seokjin cooking dinner and Seo-ah talking about her day while she was at school. Seokjin is actively listening and asking questions during her storytelling. You start to feel sad thinking that you should've told Seokjin that you were having his child. He fits right in the picture, he’s making some dad jokes, and Seo-ah is groaning but laughing.

Once your done cooking, Seo-ah places the food on the table and you serve everyone. You can tell Seo-ah is eating faster than normal so she can hurry and go to her date. You and Seokjin start talking to each other, it feels normal. You ask him questions about his friends, Namjoon and Jungkook, and he asks you questions about your job and family. “ Do you two know each other?,” Seo-ah ask.

“No!,” you say loudly.

“Yes,” he says confidently. Seokjin gives you a look and you shake your head no, pleading him not to say something. Telling your daughter that this man, who she just met today is her father is just too much for a kid to handle. You look at her and she sets her rice down and goes to her room.

“ Why’d you tell her yes? There’s no way in hell I’m telling her that your her Dad.” you whisper yell at him. You turn your head to see what your daughter is doing in her room, but she’s just going through her drawers.

“ But I do know you...please let me tell her that I am her Dad. I want to at least be in her life,” he ask you gently. You look down, not knowing what’s for the best for Seo-ah. He grabs your hand and rubs comforting circles with his thumb. Seo-ah comes back to the kitchen and you quickly pull your hands out of his, and he gives you a pained expression. Seoh-ah places a picture in the middle of the table, and you turn pale, it’s a picture of you and Seokjin at the beach. You remember asking one of his friends to take a picture of you two, it was after graduating high school and decided to celebrate.

“ I know Seokjin is my father, I stole this picture of him five years ago. He looked so familiar...he would always appear on commercials and dramas. Then I remembered looking at your face, Mom...you would always smile fondly when you saw him on TV or when we passed a billboards of him. Today when I saw my da-- Seokjin, in person, I didn’t want him to just pass right by me, I wanted to talk to him...so I purposely went in front of his bike when he was riding it. I took him home so you guys could see each other,” Seo-ah finished and she went towards you, grabbing your hand softly. You couldn’t believe that she knew who her father was the whole time. Your daughter had tears in her eyes and you wanted to take all the pain away. So you pulled her into a tight hug whispering a sorry. You start peppering kisses around her face to stop her crying, you look towards Seokjin and he gives you a small smile seemingly also wanting to comfort Seo-ah. You whispered her to go comfort Seokjin and she leaves your embraced.

She turns and faces Seokjin, “ Hi Dad.” He looked surprised when she calls him Dad but smiles widely as she attacks him in a hug. “ I’m sorry I called you old man...,” she smiles as he laughs. “ I waited for you for a long time and now your here.”

“ I’m so sorry I was gone for a long time...I knew something from my life was always missing. It was you and your Mother. I promise I’ll always be there for you...would you like that? Would you let me be in your life and you can be in mine?,” he brushes her and smiles happily.

“ Yes.” She pulls him into a tighter hug and he groans. “Don’t tell me your back hurts old man.” You snort a laugh and can’t help but feel warm watching your daughter and her father hugging. You start to imagine how much easier it would be to had told him, how it would be like if he was there in her earlier stages.

“ Seo-ah, don’t you have a date to go to?,” you ask her while walking up to them. She looks up to Seokjin for permission and he nods his head, she happily glees and goes to her room. You reach for his large hand and cradle it, “ I’m so sorry, if I could go back in time I would tell you. Then you wouldn’t have to miss everything and Seo-ah would’ve had a better life-” he cuts you off and places his index finger on your lips. Seo-ah reappears in the kitchen and hugs you and Seokjin goodbye. You tell her to be careful and to comeback before nine pm. Once she leaves you and Seokjin go to the couch.

“ Don’t be hard on yourself, and don’t you dare say she would've had a better life. You raised her all by herself and look how amazing she is. I’m here now, that’s all that matters my love,” he cradles your face in his warm hands. You close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you. The last time you had kissed him was over ten years ago, and oh man how you loved kissing him. You pucker your lips and then feel his plush lips on your forehead. You gasp and open your eyes only to see him leaning back and chucking at you. “ You want me to kiss you, remember I don’t kiss before the first date.” He traces your bottom ip with his thumb.

“ I don’t like you right now,” you pout and turn your head. He tilts your head back to stare at him and he comes closer to your lips, you think he’s going to tease you again but this time you feel his warm lips on yours. It’s small innocent kiss until his tongue traces your bottom lip, asking for entrance. The kiss now feels like a lost lovers kiss and you enjoy the feeling of desperation in the atmosphere. You pull back when things start to get more heavy, “ I thought you don’t kiss before the first date.”

“ I changed my mind, the love of my life is right in front of me, why wouldn’t I kiss her.” He goes back to kiss you once more.

“ Mom, I’ll bring Father’s medication tomorrow morning,” he whispers and hears her complaining and asking questions. He looks over at you, where you lay in bed asleep and naked. You slightly shiver due to the cold and he brings the blanket over your body and you unconsciously smile in the warmth. He caresses your hair and gently places kisses on your cheeks. “ And I’m marrying Y/N and we have a child,” he smiles fondly while looking at you. It’s silent for a while and he thinks his Mom had accidentally hung up. “...Mom?”

“ Your Mom is driving to your place right now, son,” his Father sighs. “ Congratulations, I knew you and Y/N were gonna end up together.”

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danetobelieve · 4 years

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The Case Of The Invisible Man || Agatha and Winston

When: late september Who: @detective-keen & @danetobelieve Where: WCPD Summary: Winston and Agatha work on a confusing break in together. Warnings: n/a

The smell of cold Luigi’s Pizzas wafted up into Winston’s nose as their slender fingers reached beneath the lenses of their spectacles and rubbed their eyes. Reaching out, Winston collected the mug of semi warm coffee from their desk and watched the triple speed CCTV footage roll by. They were working a homicide case with Agatha. Which was good. Out of so many of their colleagues, Agatha was a safe person to work with. She didn’t have anything to do with the supernatural, not as far as Winston could tell. Not to mention that she was really good at their job and generally just pretty excellent company. Yawning, Winston grabbed a piece of pizza and was about to bite into it when they spotted something on the screen and paused, squinting at it. “Am I imagining things or does that guy kind of look like our perp?” Winston wasn’t convinced all of a sudden. They were pretty sure that their perp wasn’t blonde. “I think if I have to look at these screens for any longer I might put my face through them.”

An obnoxiously loud yawn followed Winston’s. The detective grimaced as she pictured her mother frowning about it. Agatha remembered, ever since she was a kid, her mom being hellbent on having her daughter and husband follow some rules of etiquette, and she and her father completely ignoring most of those rules, much to her great displeasure. “Mmmh?” She stretched her arms above her head, glancing at them, then at the screen. “You need new glasses, dude” she had to admit that they kinda looked similar to the perp, but was she really going to miss an opportunity to mess with Winston? She reached over to grab pizza, unpausing the video in the process. Which would be when a particularly ugly dressed person showed up on camera. “Wow Winston, you could have told me you were on the tape,” cackling, she grimaced at the taste of cold pizza. Ugh. Ew. “Or is this what you meant by putting your face through the screen?”

Doing their best to keep a straight face, Winston failed pretty fundamentally. With coffee dribbling out of their nose, Winston had to reach for a tissue. They’d laughed so hard at Agatha’s jest that they had all but ejected the coffee from their nose all over the desk surface. Quickly cleaning up their mess and wiping their face clear of coffee, Winston grinned. “Hey, I had my prescription checked like a year ago and it was fine, I don’t know about you but I don’t make enough to constantly be checking my glasses and making sure they’re perfect.” They were joking, well, not really, they weren’t exactly paid much at all. “Hey, I know that I have a bad sense of fashion, but even I’m not THAT bad.” Winston flicked the speed of the tape up by another notch and watched several people file past the camera, still nothing. They had hours of footage to work through from multiple vantage points, but they’d also been doing this for a while and it was getting tedious. “Had I known that I was going to be judged for my poor decisions in dress sense then I would’ve maybe made more of an effort to look less sloppy, but we can’t all dress as well as you can Nancy Drew.”

“Dude, nooooo,” Agatha moved away her things to make sure they wouldn’t get coffee-d courtesy of Winston. “I mean, that’s on me for being so hilarious,” she held her palm to her chest, and with a shit-eating grin on her face, she said : “my bad.” Agatha reached for napkins next, and helped them clean up the desk, shaking her head as Winston spoke of their salary. She couldn’t hold back her grimace as she tried to imagine what this station could be paying them. “Clearly whoever decides your paycheck never saw what happened when Dennis Nedry didn’t get paid enough : people died.” Okay, they were eaten by dinosaurs, but Agatha was pretty sure that any IT worker could hurt a lot with just a computer. She doubted that someone sweet like Winston would ever do that, but she was convinced that if they wanted to, they could. Her eyes were on the video, but her mind was elsewhere. She hated being stuck here staring at a screen, even if it was part of the job. “Why thank you. Just to be clear I was not comparing you to Dennis Nedry, you’re more like Q, or that guy from WatchDogs, what was his name again?” She brushed a wrinkle off her pantsuits and blew a raspberry. “Uuuuuuuuugh. Come on.”

“Hey hey hey, if you’re going to say funny shit then I’m going to shoot coffee out of my nose, I don’t make the rules I just play the game.” Winston couldn’t help their grin as they wiped the dribble of coffee from their nose. “That is definitely on you, definitely your bad.” Winston loved working with Agatha, she was one of the few people in the station who seemed to actually get them and she was good at her job. “It’s fine, I’ve only just started, we’ll see if I still think it’s fine later on, but for now, it’s fine. Luckily I don’t have any evil plans to take dinosaur embryos illegally but you never know, if I find some I might change my mind.” Pausing for a moment, Winston thought back to their days playing Watchdogs and grinned. “Do you mean Raymond Kenney?” they asked curiously. “I don’t know if I truly have the hair to rival Raymond but I appreciate the comparison. I do like to think of myself as a literal Doctor Who, just general all around genius but that’s a comparison I would happily take.”

“You know what’s worse than coffee? Coca Cola. You don’t want to snort that out of your nose, it’s the worst,” she advised. Clearly, this was something she had to learn the hard way, but she was not about to give those juicy details. Agatha cleared her throat and put down the cold slice of pizza. “Speaking of frozen embryos, I think I have some ice cream in the freezer here?” Obviously she was not dumb enough to leave a tub of Ben&Jerry’s in the precinct’s fridge looking like one, and when she came back with the thing in her hand, it was stored in a tomato stained Tupperware marked “Codfish brandade.” Handing a spoon to Winston, she sat down in her chair and slumped a little, getting comfortable. “YES, him. And you know, I’m sure you could get the same hair with a little bit of perseverance,” she smiled as Winston mentioned the Doctor. “Can I please be your companion? They are always nicely dressed. Check. And they work well with them. Check. We get in the Tardis, and arrest this douchebag right as he walks out of the store. Deal?”

“Coca cola or cocaine?” Winston asked with a grin. Of course they were joking. Winston was not a hardcore party person and they definitely weren’t into drugs. Working in law enforcement meant that it was pretty hard to be into drugs. “I don’t really want to be snorting anything in or out of my nose.” Grinning Winston took a spoon off of Agatha and scooped up as much ice cream as they could, stuffing it directly into their mouth as they watched the footage trawl by before their eyes. “You can definitely be my companion because I’m pretty convinced that most of the time it is the companions that do all of the hard work. Besides you are very well dressed most of the time and you’ve got a good work ethic. I think if anything I’m maybe not the one who is qualified to be a timelord, I haven’t got the whole travelling in time thing down at all. But, I’ll get there.” Winston wished that they could travel in time. There was already a lot that they would change. “So, deal.” They scrolled through the footage, pausing and squinting at the screen. “For real though, does that guy not look a little …” Winston didn’t have a better word for it, “... weird?” The cameras opposite Miriam’s shop might well have picked up on something.

“I’m gonna pretend I did not hear this,” Agatha jokingly glared at them, but her smile couldn’t stay away for that long. “You… drug… person… you,” yes, linguistics were her passion. “Me neither. Preach. Noses are for smelling pretty flowers and burritos,” she agreed, picking some ice cream from the tupperware as well. Falling silent, Agatha simply listened to Winston as they spoke of Doctor Who. “The Doctor would be nothing without their dear companions, let’s be real,” pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she grinned as Winston explained that he would eventually manage to time travel. “I’m sure you will. And when you do, we’re paying Amelia Eahart a visit. She was too cool for us all,” her cheerful demeanor vanished, however, the moment they spotted a strange man wandering past Myriam’s shop. “That guy is… well weird, but…” What the fuck was he doing? Either he was drunk, either he was searching for evidence that the place was empty. “... What the hell?”

Giggling, Winston had to admit that they were glad they were getting to work with Agatha on this. They didn’t love all of their colleagues. “... please continue to pretend you didn’t hear anything because of course there is nothing for you to have heard, there’s no way I’d ever do drugs working here, I don’t think that I could deal with the look of disappointment in the Sarge’s eyes.” Grinning once more, Winston’s eyes darted back to the bank of monitors that they were sat in front of. “Nothing at all and I don’t think that I would get very far into this investigation without my own faithful companion.” Winston’s eyes moved to the guy moving past Miriam’s store, he seemed to be peering inside and then a second later he disappeared. Winston blinked a few times and rewound the tape, watching it over and over as the man seemingly vanished. Winston had seen Marley do that before, when the cultists had been a problem. “Surely he can’t have disappeared,” Winston wasn’t sure how much of this Agatha would believe, she wasn’t exactly the most open minded in regards to the supernatural.

“Oooooh, so you would do drugs if you worked elsewhere, is what you’re saying?” Was she always this nitpicky, or was this something she picked up from interrogating perps? Who knew. She did have a history of being a pain in the ass when she wanted to, either way. “Only a monster could deal with that kind of look,” she agreed. Of course she would agree. Agatha spent a lot of time making sure her case files were perfect, her solved case percentage never too low, and her global appearance spotless. “I don’t know. I’m sure you could be a great addition to the detective team if you wanted to,” and went to the Police academy, which she doubted would be their jam. “Either way I’m glad you work with us pumpkin,” she smiled brightly at them, smooching them on the shoulder. All that wholesomeness was gone however, as she watched the guy appear and vanish again with each rewind. “What the actual fuck.” She checked the timer and frowned. It did not look like it had been cut, but she did not trust that. “Someone tampered with the camera,” she sighed. They were not looking for one guy, but two. “Someone tampered with the camera,” she repeated, in disbelief. Ughhhh, just when things were getting easier. “Anyway, let’s ID that motherfucker, then we can find whoever’s making the camera flick like that.”

“Oh 100%, if it hadn’t always been my dream to fix all the cases that you worked by working out how the technology is implicated in their murder then I would be a drug lord, snorting massive piles of weed and smoking cocaine cigarettes, that’s how it works right? You chew on Meth?” Winston was obviously joking. They were a stickler for the rules and they weren’t about to start doing a multitude of chemicals that could fundamentally alter their perception of reality. At least not willingly. Besides, Agatha didn’t need Winston’s help solving cases. She was very capable. “I- working in the field isn’t something that I’ve ever wanted to do and besides, I’m good with technology, I feel like I can do more from behind the keyboard then behind the wheel of a patrol car or behind the handle of a glock.” Winston wasn’t about to point out that there was literally no way that the footage could’ve been looped or anything like that, it wouldn’t help. Something that they had learned in their time working with the WCPD was that there was some people who were intent and determined to believe that things didn’t exist, even when they clearly did. It was like the opposite of religion. “I mean, maybe someone tampered with the camera but we can definitely run facial recognition on him.” Winston began the process, “hopefully he’s in some databases somewhere.”

Cackling, Agatha managed to shake her head left and right at Winston’s obvious nonsense. “Alright, we finish this and then we can smoke coke,” although considering what they had just seen, it would probably not be for a little while. She nodded as Winston explained that they did not plan to actually work as a police officer, and that was absolutely fine by her. That life was not meant for a lot of people. “It’s good to know your strengths and what you really want in life,” she gave him a small smile, even though what she was seeing didn’t make her one bit happy. “I hope he is, because we did not find one single fingerprint in there,” which suggested that this fella knew what he was doing. Now only time would tell if he was robbing Ms.Flemming for personal reasons. The facial recognition software could take time however, and it was not long before she started to sing and chant : “Winston, catching the bad guys, Winston, justice for the good guys,” in loop. Clearly, she would never be a rapper, and maybe that was a good thing.

“Oh Aggie you’re too good to me, I’m going to smoke a whole bottle!” Winston grinned at their tomfoolery, it was good to be able to work casually with someone, refreshing compared to some of the boomers that worked in this station. Not to mention all of the weirdos too. “I mean, it’s possible that he could just be wearing gloves that the cameras aren’t sensitive enough to pick up, you can see that everything here is kind of grainy, I don’t think the resolution is all that good…” Winston wondered what this guy could be. There were a dozen things that could’ve done this. Glamours, charms, magic spells and god knows what else Winston had yet to come across. As the facial recognition search began to tick through, Winston wondered if there was something else going on here. Had Miriam upset someone that she shouldn’t have? Honestly, Winston was more concerned for the person they were trying to catch than Miriam, they were very aware of what she was capable of. “Don’t quit your day job Aggie.” Winston was about to make another hurtful comment when the database pinged.

“A whole bottle? That’s going to cost us so much,” Agatha gasped, dramatically putting her hand to her chest. “A whole bottle, Winston, you are the most criminal. The criminalest,” she started laughing again. How they managed to get work done despite this, she did not understand, but they did get work done, and it was a lot more fun than having to work with some people. Yes, she did mean the critics. “I mean, we’re lucky we even have footage. What I don’t understand is…” She blew a raspberry, obviously exasperated. “If he vanished like that, then he knew about the camera, and looped it before it could let us see him get in the shop. But why not loop it before he even appears on tape?” And who could mess with an ATMs camera like that? Not a lot of people. Now she was not expecting a lot from the database. “Oh piss off…” She trailed off, having heard the familiar ping. Let us be lucky, she thought to herself. “Huh? Not the guy’s first theft,” she crossed her arms over her chest for a second, uncrossing them to get a better look at the file. This was odd. The database recognized this guy, but it looked like all records of his wrong doings had been erased. “Oh, fuck me,” she hit her desk with her palm, and took a deep, long breath. “Fuck,” she whispered. Well now, her best bet was to call the station who was the first to arrest that guy.

Grinning gently, Winston chuckled gently and turned back to their work. They couldn’t keep contributing to this joke and getting work done because if they did then they would be here all night. “Maybe you’re right, maybe only half a bottle.” Adjusting their glasses a little, Winston blinked a few times and tried to think of a way that could be explainable in Agatha’s head. They weren’t about to try and suggest the supernatural to her now. That wouldn’t help, but it might be worth letting Miriam or someone else in the know … well know that this wasn’t completely mundane. “I guess it could just be a glitch, that sometimes happens with old hardware that has been in place for too long, it starts a feedback loop where it draws previous data into the footage, but I wouldn’t have thought that this ATM camera would struggle from that.” Scratching their chin thoughtfully, Winston sighed. “If they knew about all of this and they did all of this, and that is a very very very big IF, then it just means that they want us to be seeing this and they want us to know about this, which doesn’t seem to make any sense either. This was a dead end with Agatha here. Winston wasn’t sure how they could truly investigate this “I guess if this isn’t his first theft then maybe he would have some experience of how he could do this, is there any information about what his previous MO’s have looked like or what he’s doing or why he’s doing it?” But then it became clear that there was no information on it. “I can try and go through the logs and work out why the database has been wiped, or if it is just blocked from our clearance level and access, but it’s going to take me some time to work it all out.”

Leaning on her hand, Agatha shook her head and sighed. “That makes sense, I suppose,” yawning, she looked at her watch and blew a raspberry again. It was getting late, and while she enjoyed company, they probably wanted to get back home as much as she did, although she didn’t doubt that Winston could do some of their magic and surprise her too. “But why?” She rubbed at the back of her neck, feeling a headache coming : the more she thought about this, the less she felt like she was getting closer to the end of the case. “Maybe she knows that guy,” pursing her lips, she zoomed in as best as she could on the recorded footage and printed that picture along with the joke that was this guy’s criminal record file. Maybe she could visit the shop owner and see if she knew whoever was on that video. “I don’t know, it feels like he’s taunting someone,” either he was taunting the police, or he was taunting Myriam. Either way, there was a good reason he allowed himself to be seen. “I’ll pay her a visit,” wouldn’t be going home quite yet. “Do you mind doing… your thing while I’m gone? If you want to wait until I’m back for her shop that’s fine too.” She would hate for them to stay here and have Myriam tell her all she needed to know about this guy after all. It didn’t sound fair, at all.

“I don’t know why yet, but we’ll work it out. There’s always an answer, you just have to dig deep enough to find it.” It was late and Winston was ready to leave. They assumed that the same could be said for Agatha. After all they had been working for a while and the sweet embrace of their bed was beckoning them. But they knew that sometimes work simply had to come first and they would always prioritise their job. “I think that you should definitely pay her a visit, and I can definitely keep working on this while you’re gone.” Without Agatha here Winston was sure that they could find some spell that would help them get more information on this Mara and where he was from. Maybe they could check with some of the more in the loop members of the team to see if they had come across anything or they could access some information that had been wiped. Nothing that had been on a hard drive was actually permanently gone. Winston knew that as well as any other computer geek, the only difference was that Winston had a whole other way to get things off of hard drives. “Hopefully I will have something when you're back.”

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captainmarvels · 5 years

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home away from home

Summary: When you and Dustin leave Steve alone for half the summer, he realizes just how much he loves his two favorite people.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 1903

A/N: hope y’all enjoy this one! HUGE thank you to my soulmate @cherrynat for helping me out with this one, i love u babey<3 i also appreciate all the love on my last steve fic, and i appreciate everyone hanging out with me during steve weekend! :’)

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The first of June was approaching, and Steve wished he had the power to stop time.

He was dreading the day that you and Dustin would leave him for six weeks, for brighter horizons and new opportunities, excitement and fun that he wouldn’t hear about until you came back.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want you two to enjoy these wonderful opportunities - a summer internship and a science camp; he just didn’t want to be stuck alone without his two favorite people.

He had other friends, sure, but spending time with them could never compare to the fun and pure joy he felt when he was with the two of you. If he was being honest, he admired you both; your courage, Dustin’s intelligence and strength - he could only hope to be as great as the two of you.

So when the morning of June 1st finally came, he tried his best to hide his sulking as he stood in your driveway, holding one of your duffel bags.

“Mom I promise, I will be fine! Chicago is a just a few hours away, so don’t worry!” You pulled your mom into your arms, hugging her tightly as she nodded her head, still a little teary eyed when she stepped back.

Steve held his breath when you came up to him, holding out your hand for the bag. He handed it to you reluctantly, refusing to meet your knowing gaze.

“It’s only six weeks, Stevie. You’ll be okay, y’know?” You tilted your head to the side, your smile dissipating as you took in Steve’s sad expression.

“I know. I’m just… well, I’m just gonna miss you a lot. Like, a lot.” He blushed, his cheeks hotter than the sun as he glanced up at you.

You took a step forward, cupping your hands around his face as he finally locked eyes with you.

“And I’ll miss you a lot too, babe. I know Dustin will too, even if he won’t say it to you. We’re both gonna write you, so that’ll help the time go by, okay?” You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing your hand through his hair as he nodded in response.

“Where is your brother, anyway?”

“Right here, you weirdos” Dustin shouted, bounding out your front door, two backpacks and a duffle bag flying behind him, barely hanging onto his shoulders.

The two of you laughed as he came running towards you, stepping apart as Dustin came between you. He took off the bags and handed one to Steve, glancing between you with a questioning look.

“What?”

“How will you two survive without me for six weeks? Do we need an intervention before we go?” Steve shook his head and ruffled up Dustin’s curly mess of hair before saying, “I think we’ll manage,” as he walked off to the back of the car.

Once everything was packed, you and Dustin said one final goodbye to your mom and the rest of the party that had finally showed up. Steve stayed back, waiting until Max and El finished hugging the oxygen out of you.

As you made your way to him, he leaned against the garage door, crossing his arms over his chest. Moving his arms just enough to get him to wrap them around you, you kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you, Harrington. Don’t forget it,” You whispered softly, giggling when he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you forget about me, missy. I’ll be right here on your doorstep waiting for ya,” he whispered back, catching you off guard with a chaste kiss on the lips, and his hands moving to rest on your waist.

“Can’t wait,” You quipped, and Steve couldn’t help but smile when you winked at him. Grabbing his hand, you walked back to the car with him, and gave him one last hug before finally getting into the driver’s seat.

Steve stayed put in your driveway with the party until he couldn’t see your car’s lights anymore, his smile slowly fading away with every mile you drove.

While the days seemed to drag on for eternities at a time, Steve decided to make himself useful and try to get a job. Just before you had left, you suggest he apply at the new places that would be opening up at the brand new StarCourt mall. He had been ashamed and reluctant at first, but knew it was better than nothing.

Besides, it would get his asshole dad off his back, and keep his days full and his mind busy as he waited for you to come back.

When he got the call from the ice cream place Scoops Ahoy, informing him that they wanted him for the job, he didn’t realize just how happy he’d be.

His first day was that coming Saturday, just three weeks before you would be returning home from Chicago. It couldn’t be more perfectly timed.

Walking in to the new mall that day really took his breath away; it was massive, and so bright and colorful. There were shops all over the place, plants and water fountains spread about the halls and food galore. It was Hawkins’ paradise.

Strolling into the parlor, he saw a girl sitting on the counter where the cash register was. She was kicking her legs back and forth, popping her gum loudly as she let her gaze wander.

When she caught sight of him, her jaw dropped.

“No way,” she muttered, rolling her eyes and turning to the side as Steve came up to the front.

Steve raised an eyebrow, confused as to why she was ignoring him. Every girl always wanted to talk to him!

“Hey, I’m St-”

“Yeah yeah, I know. No need for introductions, dude,” She said curtly, not even bothering to turn around.

This is going to be fun, huh? Steve thought, shaking his head as he took a seat at one of the tables next to him.

Just what I needed. Someone who hates me.

“Hey dingus! Way to mess up so badly,” Robin said sarcastically, grinning widely as she danced around the back room with her whiteboard in hand.

Steve groaned loudly, resting his head in his hands as she went around him, saying “The dingus sucks!” in a sing-songy voice.

“When will you let me live, Buckley?”

“When you learn how to stop sucking, Harrington!” She set the board down against the counter window and stuck her tongue out at him before heading out into the parlor. She stopped in her tracks when she saw you and Dustin walk in, faces flushed as if you had just finished a marathon.

“Can I help you?” Robin said, blushing hard when you smiled at her, out of breath.

Dustin leaned against the counter, doing his best to catch his breath. He tilted his head back and said, voice raspy, “We're here… for… Steve,”

Robin rolled her eyes, her smile falling as she shouted over her shoulder, “Dingus! There’s someone here for you!”

“Robin, for the love of God-” Steve stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you and Dustin at the front counter, Robin glaring at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

Gasping loudly, he jumped up with his arms out, a wide smile on his face.

“Hendersons!” he shouted excitedly, running over to you. “You’re back!”

“We’re back!” You both shouted back, Dustin jumping up and down in joy.

“You got the job!” You said, your cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling.

“I got the job!” Steve answered, pretending to play the trumpet before closing the space between you three, and hugging you at the same time.

You kissed him on the cheek, and Dustin patted him on the back, still talking excitedly as you separated.

Steve and Dustin did their very nerdy handshake, Robin rolling her eyes behind the counter as Steve wrapped an arm around you.

“How many children are you friends with?” She asked, looking between him and Dustin. Steve simply shrugged, before motioning to an empty table.

“I want to hear everything, you guys!”

You and Dustin took a seat while Steve and Robin (reluctantly) whipped up some ice cream sundaes for you to share.

Steve practically skipped to the table, setting the deserts down before squeezing in between the two of you.

He wrapped an arm around you, beaming happily when he looked at you.

“I’m so excited you guys are back, there’s so much to talk about!” Dustin laughed, nodding as he devoured his ice cream.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy, Stevie,” You giggled when he squeezed your shoulder, his head gently bumping against yours before he nodded at your ice cream.

“Not hungry?”

“In a bit; I want to be able to talk, unlike someone,” You pointed at Dustin, who waved his hand as he took in another spoonful of vanilla ice cream.

Steve kisses your cheek and your forehead, laying his head on your shoulder as you stroked his hair back.

“I don’t think I can handle the excitement and adrenaline I’m feeling right now,” He whispered, sighing deeply as he closed his eyes.

His happiness was stomped on for a moment when he heard Robin’s infamous “Dingus!” coming from the back room.

“I’m busy, Buckley!” He shouted back, rolling his eyes when he saw her come out with her whiteboard. She approached the table, a sneaky smile dancing on her lips as she set the whiteboard on the table, skillfully turning it around without missing a beat.

On it, in red marker, was a new column on her ridiculous tally chart. Right in the middle between “You suck!” and “You Rule!” was “Your Girlfriend Rules!” with a little heart next to it. There were seven tallies in the “You suck!” column, and a new one in the girlfriend one.

“Why does she get one?” He asked, earning him a soft punch in the arm from you.

“Because she’s cool, obviously. But unfortunately, I have to give you a tally in the forbidden column,” Robin said dramatically, pouting as she pulled out her marker and made a tally in the “You rule!” section.

“This one is an exception because you have a cool girlfriend, which is clearly the only thing you can get right, apparently,” Steve rolled his eyes and flipped her off as she bid farewell and headed back to the counter.

“I like her! What’s her name again?” Steve groaned and hid behind his hands as you and Dustin laughed.

“When will your shift be over?” You asked, coaxing Steve to drop his hands as he met your gaze.

“Only two hours left. Think you can hold on till then?” He looked at you and Dustin, who nodded as he finished the last of his sundae.

“Meet at your car?” Steve smiled and nodded, resting his forehead against your shoulder as you gently scratched his head.

“I’m so happy you’re back,” His words were slightly muffled but you they still made your heart happy.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, baby,” you whispered back.

And it was true. Steve was your happy place, and you were his, no matter what. Moments like these were the best; even if he didn’t know what to do with his two favorite people back in town, Steve couldn’t be happier just to be with you two again.

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a-singleboat · 5 years

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Break-Ups and Make-Ups

Word Count: 2330

Request: hi! I don´t know if you are taking requests, but if you are I was wondering if you could write something where reader and Damien Haas (or Shayne Topp) break up, so the rest of the smosh fam try to get them back together. Hope to hear from you soon - @lula132

The morning after a breakup was always the worst for you. As tradition dictated, you had hunkered down in your room for the night with a box of tissues on your right and a tub of ice cream clutched in your shaking hands with whatever sappy romance movie popped up first in the recommendation queue.

You had fallen asleep with the now-melted ice cream tub in your arms and the movie credits rolling. In the morning, you felt like you had been hit with a train that had not stopped moving since. With just a few words, the past seven years of your life suddenly meant nothing and you were left alone.

You capped the tub of ice cream and put it on your nightstand, swapping one comfort item for another and picked up your phone. The only notifications you had were a call from your mom and several Twitter notifications for fans that had mentioned you in their own tweets.

You cast a glance to the clock and read that it was six in the morning, two hours before you had to be at work. You sat in your bed and debated if you should even go in for the day if you should call in a family emergency and take the day to travel up to San Francisco to spend the next few days with your parents.

You shook your head and hopped off your bed, a new resolve set for yourself. You wouldn’t let this break-up force you into a shell. So what if Shayne Topp had broken your heart after seven years of loving you? You were still young and you had your whole life ahead of you, so what if seven years meant nothing in an ill-fated conversation.

You flung the curtains open and took a moment to just look outside at the bus streets of Los Angeles. You moved to the city nearly eight years ago after being employed by Defy for Smosh. You started as a low-level editor and slowly made your way to head camera operator and editor for the Smosh Games section. You would oversee filming when it came to table games or punishments and edit what you could for any games played on the computer. You even had a short stint as stunt coordinator before it was decided that they needed someone with a little more expertise especially when it came to the safety of the cast.

However, you met Shayne when you had just moved to Los Angeles and when you started dating, it came as no surprise to anyone. The decision to stay in separate apartments came with the idea that while you both had loved each other oh-so-much, you both need your own space and neither of you could afford to buy anything bigger than the apartments you both had or a house together.

Before you knew it, you had fully cleaned your room of any trace of the break down you had last night and were well on your way into the office. You called your mom on the drive there, using the conversation as a distraction so you wouldn’t have to think of him until you saw him.

You got to the office at the same time that Courtney had and you barely managed a smile in her direction. You could tell that she could tell that something was off with you because she had that knowing look on her face. If there was anyone who knew you better than you knew yourself, it was Courtney.

You brushed her off, saying that you had a rough night and asked her to help you carry some of the equipment that was still in your car from the last punishment you had to film outside.

When you got in the elevator, you deemed it safe enough to share the details of your night. You put the box you had in your hands down and rubbed your eyes. You had skipped on make-up that day, knowing that you would mainly be editing and eventually the feeling of the product on your face would get you to become quickly annoyed.

“Shayne and I broke up last night,” you confessed, breaking the silence. At first, you thought she didn’t hear you and you dreaded having to repeat yourself. When she put her own box down and engulfed you in a hug, you knew she heard.

“I’m so sorry, what happened? Just yesterday you guys were so happy,” Courtney’s eyes grew wide and sympathetic. You were regretting telling her.

“Yeah, I thought we were happy too and then he broke up with me out of nowhere. Of course, he was my ride home so I had to endure the awkward situation,” you picked up your box when the elevator doors opened on your floor. “Please don’t mention this to anyone yet.”

“Please don’t mention what to anyone?”

Damien Haas was your best friend next to Courtney. If you needed a laugh or even just a break from whatever you were doing he was there to provide a joke or a distraction.

With his question, you had to think fast on your feet. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to go back to see my parents for a little but I wasn’t too sure when would be a good time so I didn’t want to mention it.”

While that wasn’t completely a lie, Damien still looked skeptical. He read the look in your eye and slowly nodded, allowing that to be your answer. “Alright, if you say so.”

You smiled at him wide and moved past him, leading Courtney to where all the filming equipment was stored when it wasn’t in use. She helped you put most of the equipment away before she brought up a point that you had been debating for a good while.

“People are going to find out eventually, Y/n. You can’t just pretend that absolutely nothing happened,” Courtney sent you a pointed look. You pursed your lips and slid the last piece of equipment on the shelf.

“I know, I just don’t want to make it into a big deal,” you shut the lights and closed the door behind you. You looked at the time on the clock on the wall. “You should get to costume, you start filming in an hour.”

She glanced at the clock and panicked for a second. “Just don’t isolate yourself, okay? And this isn’t something you need to keep from anyone. We’re all adults and if anyone gives you a hard time, that just means they still have some growing up to do,” she started to walk away, doing a half-backward, half-sideway walk. “We’ll go for lunch later and talk more, yeah?”

You nodded and confirmed the lunch plans, intending to go out for lunch anyway. After sorting through a few stacks of editing notes and creating a mental list of things you had to accomplish for the day, you headed into the room dubbed as the ‘editing cave,’ and prepared yourself to watch all the footage from this week’s episode of Maricraft.

Shayne had woken up late that morning, distraught and a general mess. He arrived that the office, cutting it close by a mere two minutes and immediately getting himself to costuming. The velvet box weighed heavily in his backpack and despite how last night had played out, he couldn’t bring himself to take it out.

When he sat down in the chair for the hairdresser to do his hair, Damien found his way to his side and poked his side. “So,” Damien wiggled his eyebrows. “How’d it go last night?”

All Shayne did was pull the box from his bag and hand it off to his friend. “Did she reject you? Is that what she and Courtney were talking about in the elevator this morning?”

“She and Courtney were in the elevator this morning?”

“Yeah, she told Courtney not to say anything about something and Y/n made an excuse about visiting her parents,” Damien noticed his friend’s distressed look. “Hey dude, you okay?”

“So, last night didn’t exactly go as planned,” Shayne wanted to fall in on himself. “I might have broken up with her instead of proposing.”

“What?” Damien was taken aback, blinking a few times to make sure he was awake at the moment. “You’re telling me that you got to the carnival last night, got onto the ferris wheel, and broke up with her on the top, and then had to drive her home right after that?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened and I don’t know how to fix it and now Courtney knows which means a lot more people will know pretty soon and,” Shayne made a noise that was not unlike what a cat being strangled would sound like.

Damien took some time to calm him down. “I’m sure that all this will take is a conversation with her. Y/n is a very reasonable person and I’m sure you can make it up to her.”

“I sure hope so,” Shayne caught Courtney’s eye. She was looking at him with a scowl on her face. Shayne sunk into his seat. “I think our first step is telling Courtney what happened, maybe she’ll know how to fix this.”

By the time lunch rolled around, Courtney was aware of the plan and was sent to fetch you for lunch. You had your headphones on, hyperfocused on a black-and-white clip of Damien. She lightly tapped on your shoulder causing you to jump slightly before settling down upon realizing that it was just Courtney.

“You ready for lunch?” she asked, pulling out the seat next to you and sitting to watch your process. You clicked on the save button and saved the footage to an external hard drive as an extra precaution. You stored the hard drive in a small drawer on your desk before standing up and stretching.

“Yeah, let me just tell Matt that I’m heading out and that I’ll have this Maricraft episode ready for posting when I get back,” you powered your computer down and grabbed your phone and wallet from under all the papers.

When you left the office and walked side-to-side with Courtney to her car, you were relieved for the slightly longer break you both would be getting. Not only were you ahead of schedule but Courtney’s next call wasn’t for another two hours.

“Now I know you and Shayne just broke up, but we’re going to lunch with him and Damien.”

You looked at Courtney with a dead look in your eye. “I’m fine with it, just because we’re broken up doesn’t mean I can’t be civil.”

Shayne and Damien were already in the car, sitting side by side in the back which caused you to look confused. “I gave them my keys so they could start the car’s air condition before I got you,” she explained.

The drive was an awkward one, the four of you decide to take the time to drive to a nicer Italian restaurant as you all had the time to spare. When you arrived and were seated, Courtney smacked her forehead and mentioned that she left her wallet in the car. Damien offered to go with her and that left her and Shayne at the table together.

You played with your fork and avoided all eye contact with him for as long as you could.

“Y/n,” he said. You slowly turned to face him, not wanting him to see the hurt in your eyes. There was something in his hands but you couldn’t discern what it was.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he explained and you let him, deciding that you would’ve had this conversation one way or another. “And I still never do want to hurt you but last night was the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t bring you up to the top of the ferris wheel to break up with you. I just panicked and I wasn’t really thinking.”

“Shayne, you don’t owe me an explanation or anything,” you wanted to look away but he seemed like he still had more to say.

“I didn’t bring you up there to break up with you, in fact,” he opened what he was holding in his hands and you let out an audible gasp. You watched as he moved to get out of his chair and then kneel next to you. “I made a horrible mistake last night and while I’ll never know how it happened but I really wanted to get down on my knee last night and ask you this question.”

“Y/n, you’re a wonderful person and you’ll be a saint if you’ll even allow this. But I truly want to marry you. I promise I’ll never cause you any pain anymore and I’ll be apologizing for my mistake for the rest of my life. But, Y/n, will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you processed what was going on. On one hand, he had caused you the most emotional pain that you had ever gone through and on the other, he was trying so hard. You made up your mind, nodding vigorously and pulling him up from the floor as the restaurant patrons around your table clapped.

He slipped the ring onto your finger as Courtney and Damien returned to your table, smirks on both of their faces. “You were both in on this, weren’t you?”

“We had some help,” Damien explained. “Ian overheard our conversation and he went to talk to Matt Raub to convince him to give us four an extra hour for lunch in case things went south and we had to do some drastic measures but everything turned out alright.”

“Remind me to thank Matt when we get back, but I think we should eat lunch while we’re here,” you laughed with your friends and at that moment, you knew everything would be alright.

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ladylillianrose · 4 years

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Take a Chance on Me, a Zoey Clarke/Max Richman fic

Zoey receives an evening visitor and an important conversation is finally had!

A/N: This is it gang! Thank you all for reading, commenting and enjoying this! As always the characters belong to the wonderful Austin Winsberg. I'm just borrowing them! You guys have been so wonderful and I love you all for it!<br />

The song used is "I'm A Believer" by The Monkees

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Zoey was relieved she had listened to Tobin and left work early.

She had taken a nice long soak in her tub with a glass of wine to help her relax.

And now she was curled up on the couch with a pint of her favorite ice cream mindlessly watching whatever was on TV. Trying to focus on anything but the disaster of a kiss that had happened earlier.

She heard a knock on the door. "Go away Mo. I don't want to talk about it tonight…"

"Umm it's not Mo…" She heard Max's voice through the door and froze.

What was Max doing here? Was she going to have to do this now?

"Zo please let me in, we need to talk," he pleaded.

She slowly shuffled to the door and let him in.

He stood there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. "Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," she replied, heading back to the sofa, refusing to look at him.

He followed, taking a seat right next to her.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Zoey asked, attempting to keep her voice light.

"Zoey will you look at me….please?" Max begged.

It took all her strength to lift her head and look him in the eye.

Max smiled sadly at her, "We're quite the pair aren't we?"

Zoey nodded, unable to say anything around the lump in her throat.

"Zoey, what was that about earlier? One minute you're kissing me and the next you take off running. You wouldn't answer my calls. The only way I knew you even made it back to work was because Tobin told me."

Zoey looked shocked. Tobin had seen Max and told him where she was…

"Yeah imagine my surprise when he comes up to the 6th floor and tells me we need to talk."

She laughed, "Sure he wasn't there for the food?"

"No, well okay yeah he came for the food. Dude filled a bucket with cheese fondue, but not before we talked.”

Max ran his hand through his hair nervously. “He told me how things have been since I left, how down you’ve been. He said if I knew what was good for me then I would come over here right now and fix things."

Zoey gaped at him. "He said that? See, I told you he has feelings!" She poked Max in the arm insistently, awkwardness momentarily forgotten.

Max laughed, " You did…Zoey what happened earlier…"

"Was a mistake…" she mumbled.

"Oh…" Max said sadly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just kissed you like that. You didn't kiss me back and I was so embarrassed that I just took off...and now I've messed things up even more between us…." She rambled, trying to keep the tears out of her voice.

"Woah wait a minute! You took off because I didn't kiss you back?" Max interrupted.

Zoey cringed, "Well yeah, obviously you've moved on…"

Max grabbed her and kissed her, stopping her train of thought immediately.

Max was kissing her, really kissing her! She grinned against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, losing herself in the taste and feel of him.

She gasped as he pulled away and began trailing kisses down her neck.

"Wait Max," she heard herself say. "What…" she let out another moan as he bit her earlobe. "I can't concentrate when you do that," she whined.

Max chuckled continuing his exquisite torture, “That’s the idea my love.”

"L-l-love?" Zoey managed to stutter out, as he moved to the other side of her neck repeating his ministrations.

Max pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "Of course love. Don’t you know how completely in love with you I am?"

Zoey’s eyes shone with tears as she shook her head. “Then why when I kissed you did you not kiss me back?"

Max laughed, "I didn't kiss you back because I was so surprised that my brain stopped functioning!"

"Wait, what?"

"It's not everyday that the woman you’re in love with does the one thing you’ve been dying to do forever."

Zoey blushed, he was so open with his feelings and affections. It was one of the things she loved about him.

"So you're saying my kiss melted your brain?" she grinned.

"Oh absolutely! By the time I realized what was happening you had taken off running."

She blushed, "Not my finest moment."

Max brushed a curl off her face, "It brought us here, and that's all that matters. Never doubt how much I love you Zoey.”

Zoey leaned her face against his hand. "I love you too Max."

Max's eyes brightened and a huge grin broke across his face.

He stood up and Zoey heard the beginnings of a heart song.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

Meant for someone else but not for me

Love was out to get me

That's the way it seemed

Disappointment haunted all of my dreams

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer

Not a trace of doubt in my mind

I'm in love

I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried

Max had giddily pulled her off the couch and began dancing with her around the room.

Zoey laughed at how happy he was and how happy she felt.

Max finished his song and Zoey grinned and kissed him, "I'm a believer too."

His eyes widened and he chuckled knowing he couldn't hide anything from her.

"Guess this means I owe Tobin." Max said, wrapping his arms around her..

Zoey laughed, "You and me both."

Next Day

Zoey had been in meetings all morning, somehow managing to evade Tobin's meaningful looks and attempts to talk to her.

She glanced at the clock, it was almost lunch time, Max should be here any minute.

Tobin finally had enough and stalked over to her desk. He placed himself in front of her computer, refusing to budge until he got answers.

"Well???" he asked impatiently

"Well what?" Zoey said, ignoring him as she searched through her purse for gum.

Tobin made a disgusted noise, "Did anyone show up at your place last night?"

Zoey looked at him puzzled, "I mean the pizza guy came by, but that's cause I ordered dinner."

"And nobody else came by?...."

"Nooo...you didn't try to send a singing telegram again did you?"

"What no! And that was totally Leif's idea that time, not mine."

"You sent a singing telegram to her house?" She heard a voice say behind her.

Zoey turned beaming at Max. "They had found a mistake I made on a project and felt the need to gloat through song and dance."

"You needed to know you were wrong, and there was no better way to show your wrongness than through song. " Tobin said defending himself.

Max shook his head and bent down to drop a small kiss on Zoey's lips.

Tobin leapt off the desk in excitement. "Yes! I knew it!! You owe me another $50 bro!" He shouted to Leif.

"How many things about me have you bet on?" Zoey said, shaking her head.

Tobin shrugged, "It gets boring around here sometimes."

Max rolled his eyes looking at Zoey, "You sure he deserves this?"

Zoey laughed and nudged his shoulder. "Go on give it to him."

Max held out a 6th floor security clearance card to Tobin.

Tobin's eyes widened.

"If you ever tell anyone you have this I will deny it 100%." Max handed him the card.

Tobin nodded, staring at them unable to say anything in response

Zoey laughed, "Go on I know you're dying to go try it out!"

Tobin took off sprinting to the elevators, calling out his thanks as the doors closed.

"I give him 2 weeks until he eats himself sick," Max shook his head.

"Are you kidding? His stomach is like a black hole. You saw the size of that cereal bowl!"

Max winced. "It may have been a huge mistake giving him that card."

Zoey laughed, grabbing his hand. "Yeah but he really did help us."

"I guess you're right about that."

"You sir, will find I'm right about a good many things."

Max grinned pulling her into his embrace and kissing her properly.

Zoey sighed happily as they pulled apart and headed to the elevators. Her mom had been right, the right person was worth taking a chance on.

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geekygoddesss · 5 years

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The Boyfriend Tag [Michael Edition]

Summary: an unfiltered interview featuring Michael Clifford and his girlfriend.

Words: 6k

“Hello, I am Michael Clifford, from the band 5 seconds of summer” He introduces himself once the camera starts rolling.

“and I am his girlfriend” I say right after him with a playful tone “you can call me (Y/n)”

“and today we will be answering all of your questions” he keeps going, grabbing the Ipad that contained all of the questions and getting to business “Let’s do this”

Where and when did we first meet?

“Funny enough” I start our answer with a shy smile almost being a little ashamed to answer at all “We met at his ex-girlfriend’s birthday party, like four years ago, maybe three” I shrugged, looking back at him hoping he would continue the story, because every time I got it started it was like stepping on a floor of lava. Touchy subject, of course.

“Yeah, we meet at Crystal’s party, we were still together at that time” he said, catching my glance right away. He panicked for a second, looked back at the camera and made the number one possible assumption clear “Just for the record, I didn’t cheat on her and nothing big happened at any moment, in fact, we are all very good friends” he says, just putting it out there before anyone could jump into conclusions.

“Crystal and I have been friends for a really long time” I explain a little “Our thing just kind of happened after he became single, It took us a long time to get together, but back to the story, that was the first time I saw you, at that party, I think. Because I have a theory I might have seen you in the past” I mention, really thinking about it, but I was never sure “I remember Crystal being like ‘hey meet this person’ and then we talked for a good while” I say, narrating what would be the very first time I ever talked to him, ever.

“About Game of thrones” he says, totally breaking to laugh and passing that onto me because his laugh was really that contagious.

I smile, thinking about the very first time we talked, we were in the zone and couldn’t seem to stop, we could just keep going without coming to an end, it was like a never-ending conversation that I was deeply enjoying.

“You would be surprised about how much we can talk about Game of Thrones” I say, smiling to the camera and laughing at the memory.

He nods before continuing the story.

“Then I was dragged out of that, but I think that if I wasn’t pulled out of that day we could have gone for hours” he states, making some emphasis on that particular phrase.

“I know, right?” I laugh, already getting excited but it was time to be a bit serious “Nothing against her though, she had you pull you out of that, I couldn’t keep you in a conversation for the rest of the party” I shrug “It was really fun though! We meet a couple times after that, talked a little and then eventually we texted each other, it pretty much grew from there” I continued the story before he could finish for me.

There was really nothing else to mention because our story never went as deep as that, we were friends and we liked texting each other, this is something that grew a lot with time, that was all.

“Remember those weird ass memes I used to send?” he asks, looking at me sideways. I nod “They were gross, I’m sorry, baby”

I laugh, closing my eyes for a second and remembering those, because they were kind of nasty, but surely funny enough to have me laughing the whole time, I couldn’t whine about it.

“What are you talking about?” I said shrugging “Gross it’s the new funny”

Where was our first date?

I smile to that question, it brought really good memories.

“Coffee and dancing” I mention, raising my eyebrows up and down before breaking to laugh “Not in the way you think”

“Definitely not” he laughs with me, shaking his head in agreement.

There was really not much to say about that date if I was honest, it was a bit underwhelming but still fun enough to give it an honorable mention.

“It was pretty much a completely “out of the blue” improvised date” I say, remembering how it all started and it marked a before and after in our relationship.

He nods, crossing his arms over this chest as he said “I think that was my fault” he hissed dramatically “I wish I could have taken you somewhere more date like but here’s the story, I was at her place and we were watching a movie and having some coffee because she got this new coffee maker-”

“With a shit ton of options” I mention, completely interrupting his story.

He smiles, chuckles at my answer and keeps going “-And we were basically premiering it and after watching the movie, talking for a little while we decided it was our first date” he finished, looking over at me and smiling “Then we started dancing”

“I had a Taylor Swift album and we were bored so, that’s the outcome” I chuckle “My apartment was boring at the time so, sue me, next question” I shrug, grabbing the iPad from his hand and moving on.

What was your first impression of me?

“To be honest, I thought you were with Calum” Michael answered, not even thinking about it first “it’s weird because the first time I ever saw you I didn’t have a first impression right away, I was just slightly offended that he didn’t tell me he was bringing someone” he explained directly to the camera “but then I connected the dots and I guess my first impression was, wow...this girl knows game of thrones more than I know myself” he says, not handling himself and breaking into one big laughing mess.

I do as well, it was kind of hilarious if I am honest. My ability to talk about things I love for hours was developing more and more everytime and I loved it.

“Wow, I certainly didn’t know that” I said, trying to control my laughter and answering his previous statement “Just for the record, I wasn’t with Calum, I meet him at a friend’s house and in that party, we started talking and he ordered something for me, but we are just friends” I explain, I understood why he might have been confused “He also picked some ice cream with me, Crystal always has Ice cream trucks on her birthday and we spent a good while in there” I said, looking at his side as I finished short story.

“Oh my gosh, those are the fucking best” He says, humming at mention of ice cream, especially that ice cream.

No one knew where they got them or who made them, but they were always so good, hands down the best ice cream in town. They were so good she had them around every year on her birthday and it was pure happiness in an ice cream truck, we love it.

“We actually picked the flavours for that one, did you know?” he mentions in an enthusiastic tone as he looks over at me. My face grows surprised because I certainly did not know that. “Which one did you have?” he asks.

I hum, frowning a little as I do my best to remember and bring the memories to mind. “Rum caramel and chocolate swirl?” I say, not really knowing it was even right, it was so long ago, It was hard to remember.

He nods his head and raises his hand “Give me five” he commands and I do it, pressing my palm to his as he joins our fingers together “I picked those, we’re connected” he teases, kissing the back of my hand.

“I know, it’s insane” I giggle, squeezing his hand just a little and bringing it back to my lips to kiss the back of it just like he did.

“What was your first impression of me?” he asks back because it was now my turn to answer the question.

“Huh” I say, really thinking about it. I press my lips together and do my best to remember, because it was so long ago, it is a bit blurry “I remember thinking how funny you were and how you were the only person who got my geeky jokes, I was amazed” I say, going for the first thing that hit my mind after remembering that moment.

He has always been hilarious and I do remember laughing a lot the first time I talked to him because certainly, not my people could even make a joke with some of the things I enjoy talking about.

“I mean…” he nods, looking back at her camera and shrugging “I get you, girl, let’s leave it at that”

When did you meet my family?

“Just last week actually” he mentions with quite some enthusiasm “her family lives far so we managed to bring some of them to LA for the holidays, it was really fun, It was the first time I got to see them personally” he shrugs, glancing over at me for a couple seconds.

“It was, indeed” I smile, leaning to the side to bump his shoulder with mine “I meet his family over the holidays years ago, it was Christmas and we went to Australia and that’s the story” I said shortly “His mom me made the best chocolate chip cookies, oh my gosh” I continue as a bit of a fact, dramatically moaning at the reminder of her cookies “what a dream”

He chuckled, bumping my shoulder back and looking straight at the camera “That’s how you get the girl” he said in a too serious tone “with dessert”

Who said “I love you” first?

“I did” Michael answers raising his hand.

“He did” I second it, pointing at him shortly.

“It’s a long story but basically, although it took some time to get it out, I was the first one on doing it” he says with a now more serious tone, I smiled. “I'm a sentimental guy, I wanted to make sure I felt it before I said it” he explains, more to me than to the camera and people in front of us, it was adorable, but he didn’t need to tell me that, I knew it.

“I said it right after and I was so sure of it” I smiled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lightly.

“Aw” he said with a smile, kissing the back of it. “I love you, baby”

“I love you, dude” I said back, kissing his cheek.

Oh man, I was loving this interview, it was bringing out of Michael his sweetest self.

What dressing do I always wear?

“Oh man” I groan loudly, throwing myself back as I leaned back on my chair “this question sucks because I would say your bracelets but you took them out last night, dammit” I say, hitting the table with my fist in one playful move.

Michael smiles at me a teasing smile and looks down at his own wrist, that was now covered by nothing compared to what he had before, just one small black bracelet around it.

“Yep” he says, looking down at it and spinning his only bracelet with one finger “End of an era, you’re going to have to pick another one”

“I know” I say, looking at him on his entirety, from head to toe. “I’m going to say your hat, which is now like glued to your head” I chuckle, reaching over to tap his head a bit before reaching out to take it off, but he is quicker and holds it down with his hand so I can’t steal it from him. “See?” I say to the camera, nudging him lightly.

“Honestly, it is, I sleep with it and everything, right?” He teases me as he bumps his shoulder with mine softly “Mine is easy though, you always wear these little guys” he starts his answer, lifting his fingers to touch my small gold earing “and the necklace” he says, moving his finger down to point at it directly.

“Yeah, I can’t take it off, ever” I say, reaching over to it myself and grabbing the figurine at the end on it “My mom gave it to me for good luck and it’s become my signature” I smile, letting everyone know a bit more “You had it way easy” I say, glancing at him. He smiles and shrugs, before taking the IPad away from me and going to the next question.

Weird habit of each other?

That question didn’t really make anything come to mind, because I really have no clue on what to say.

“Weird habit, huh?” I say, looking over at him and trying to think on something “I don’t know, I don’t think you have any, You’re too perfect” I say in a teasing tone, reaching over with my hand and brushing away some of the hairs peeking out of his hat.

He smiles to me, knowing that it wasn’t true because I really had zero things to say, so he doesn’t say anything else, he just goes to take my hand and joins our fingers together.

“Thanks, babe” he says softly “I don’t know one either, the only thing I can think about is the way you click your tongue randomly” he says, looking over to me, almost looking for a reaction and repeating the way I tongue click sometimes.

I couldn’t say that was a lie, I do that a lot.

“Like this” I chuckle, before doing the tongue clicking “Yeah, that’s a bad habit” I say laughing a bit “I stopped doing that because of that movie, with the kid that called for the demon with that to tongue clicking” I say, faking a shiver to the reminder of that creepy movie.

“Oof, that’s a heavy movie” He sighs, nodding in agreement.

“I know!” I exclaim, almost too dramatically “I love it though, but damn”

How long have we been together?

“Year and a half” He answers, way quicker than I expected.

There is more of a complex answer than just that, It’s a fact.

“A little more than a half, I’d say” complementing his answer just a little bit “We were just friends for a long time, so if you count our friendship phase, it would be about two years, maybe three” I say, shrugging a bit as I lean back on my seat.

“Yes” he says, his eyebrows raising in agreement “If you count our whole thing I don’t really know how long we have from being friends to friends who date, to boyfriend-girlfriend, it’s weird” he nervously chuckled, leaning forward to look at me.

I smile a bit, look to the camera and say “It took a while to make it official” I start “I remember it being difficult because when you’re friends with the ex and he is also friends with her, things get awkward, so it was difficult to know when to take the next step and how to take it, that is mainly why it took us so long to speak up about it and make it a thing” I say, telling the story how it was, without any kind of filters, it was the whole truth.

He nods to me, not being surprised nor annoyed that I was probably talking a little too much about the situation. I was telling nothing but about how it happened and I didn’t mind at all telling the world that we had a bit of a hard time revealing our thing to pretty much everyone.

“It’s funny, because we made a big deal about it though and it was actually not as bad as we thought” he continues for me, letting out a bit of a chuckle as he looked down “I mean, we talked things out and it was just as easy as that, no hard feelings” he assures.

My eyebrows raise and I nod in agreement. “Thank god” I say, with a bit of a chuckle.

Yes, thank god it went just as well as it did because I really wouldn't know how it would have been otherwise.

What is the most public thing you’ve done together?

“This interview” Michael says, pointing at the camera directly and making me break in one fit of giggles.

It was so true.

“Yep” I nod, chuckling softly “We’ve never really been the most private couple but we keep most things for ourselves” I say in a bit of an explanation pointing at the camera too “Except for now”

He shakes his head softly as he chuckles “I think the way we keep our relationship it's just the right way to be public, I don’t think we should go any farther than we already go” he says looking back at me.

“Me too, I’ve never been a fan of couples that show everything, it stresses me out” I cringe a little “I’ve seen people showing so much that it kind of surprises me how they don’t show themselves doing their thing if you know what I’m saying... ” I say, looking at him suggestively and raising my eyebrows in one quirky look.

He smiles to me, presses his lips together and looks back at the camera to let out one clear word that I could not get myself to say.

“*@#-!!!” He said, with all the calm in the world and making me freak out.

I hope they bleeped that out, it was so inappropriate.

“Dude!” I exclaim right away, reaching to him and slapping his shoulder hard “You can’t swear in here, Michael, they told you twice now” I say, not helping myself but breaking to laugh, covering my face to hide my blushing cheeks and looking away from my boyfriend, who clearly didn’t feel like keeping his language friendly.

“Sorry, I had to” he said excusing himself “Sorry, guys” he apologized

I sighed dramatically, looked at him as I shake my head glancing his way “What am I going to do with you?”

First thing you noticed about me?

“I thought your face tattoo was pretty cool” He says, looking over at me and pointing at the top of his brow, where my tattoo was the day I met him.

“Aw, really?” I say, completely surprised by his answer “It was fake though, Looked super real, my friend gave it to me and said I should test it and then considered it, as in eventually actually getting one” I say as a fun fact about that day, I never got a face tattoo after that.

“I think you would pull those off really well” he says in a completely confident tone.

I pressed my lips together. “We’ll see” I shrug, not really paying attention to diving in more into that but instead figuring out my own answer “Uh, let’s see…” I say, looking up trying to think of something “I think the first thing I noticed about you was your style, I really liked it, also how tall you were, I felt really awkward that day” I say, chuckling at my own answer since it was really the first thing that crossed my mind.

“Awkward? Why?” he smiled, scrunching his nose just a little. He looked adorable.

“I mean, you come and stand beside me being twice my size and then Crystal at my other side, wow, it was quite funny if I’m honest but I felt so small” I say, a bit ashamed of the words that came out of my mouth but it was true, that say I felt like the smallest person in the room.

“Okay, you’re not that small, we both are pretty average but I’ll give you that one, Crystal is pretty tall and we were literally surrounding you” He says, laughing a little and touching my shoulder in support.

“It’s alright, all of my friends are tall and your band also is super tall” I shrug, not really caring at all.

His eyes narrow. He looks at me, then looks at the camera and mumbles “Average”

He will never accept his height out loud.

Tell us a fun fact about you

We both stay quiet for one full minute, trying to think of an appropriate fact. It surprises me when Michael is the one to take the lead on this one when he was usually the one who would usually struggle to think about this kind of stuff, but this time is different, he moves forward and answers.

“We were birth on the same day” he says as our fun fact. It was actually so weird.

“Oh Yeah!” I say totally surprised that he went for that one. “Well, different year but same day, it’s pretty interesting” I say with enthusiasm “It’s funny because people thought we wouldn’t stand each other because we’re both Scorpios” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Lies” he states, shaking his head “I mean, we have our disagreements but we get along really well”

“Like it should be” I nod energetically “I’m a fake Scorpio though, you have everything to be a Scorpio and I only have a couple, I’m pretty shy to get started” I chuckle, not really caring about that fact.

“But I think we’re famous for being heavy in temperament and stuff, I think if you get us both in the right mood you’ll definitely see that” he says, laughing at his own statement before shaking his head and getting back to business “Anyways”

“Anyways” I repeat, shrugging “We’re birthday twins, next question”

What’s the biggest thing you’ve done for each other?

“Valentine's day, period” Michael says in a very decisive tone “It was by far the biggest gift I’ve given her, I think” he says “We went to Mexico, spend a week there, it was really awesome, I had one hell of a time there” he admits, looking over at me and waiting for my answer.

“Oh that was the best valentine's day in the history” I say smiling “The biggest thing I have done for you by far was your birthday party, hands down, I have never stressed so much over a gift and I am happy that the outcome turned out good” I say, barely really thinking about my answer, because it was the only thing I could think about at the moment.

Remembering that day brought out heavy memories with good outcomes. It was here where I realized I have never organized anything bigger than this and it was really a story worth telling.

“Should I tell the story? I never told you, I think” I say, really thinking about it as I look over at him.

His lips are pressed together and he nods “Yeah, I wanna know, please” he says, leaning over and getting all his attention to me.

I smile, clear my throat a little and proceed to tell the story “Well, our birthday was coming and our friends wanted to do some really big birthday party for us and naturally we accepted, we let them plan everything but I still wanted to get Michael something, right?” I say, trying to introduce the story in the best way “So basically I wanted something big that he would remember and have fun with and I talked to a couple people and decided I was going to do the impossible and bring Green day to play a show on our birthday” I reveal and his mouth completely widens, I nod and before he can speak I keep going “I knew someone and I had them booked for that day for specifically a thirty minute show and the night before they told me they couldn’t come, it was a disaster” I continue, giving a plot twist to the whole story.

He’s still completely speechless.

“Wow” he says in disbelief before I could keep going “I just want to say, either way, I wouldn’t have minded if you couldn’t bring them, I don’t mind” he said in support.

“No but see, it was our first birthday, I wanted to” I speak in sincerity “I had to ring Crystal at like 10 that night just to figure out what to do because I had nothing, not even an idea, I made an excuse and everything and we spend the whole night trying to organize your birthday present, she even bought me a cupcake at midnight because she felt bad I was so stressed at my birthday” I say, chuckling at my own memory of an all nighters I won’t ever forget “I was eating my birthday cupcake and crying and she was like “it’s fine, it’s fine” but I was breaking down, it was not fine” I say, already wrapping on the story with a whole lot of laughing, because it was such a crazy story.

“I didn’t know that” Michael says very amazed, not finding the right words to express himself, instead, he points at me and says “See, that is team Clifford teaming up for the man, right there” he jokes, making me break in a whole bunch of giggling.

“Literally” I say, shaking my head as I try to keep going “Anyways, uh, we ended up booking a karaoke and after one nervous breakdown, She ended up contacting this person who knew this band and said they were really good and they did us the biggest favor and they played the show, I’m actually really happy about that because they were just so good, their name is the Winnetka Bowling league” I say with the biggest smile ever “I loved it, honestly that was one hell of a birthday” I speak, very proud of what a good memory it has become and being happy I can say this out loud.

I barely notice Michael is staring at me intensively, wide eyes and mouth half open, almost seeming completely started by my story.

“What?” I ask innocently.

“Nothing, I’m just amazed, wow” he says, still not believing it at all, he was completely amazed “You almost bring Green day for my birthday?”

I smile and shrug “Almost”

He smile, laughs at how much this was a big deal and moves over to me “Baby” he says with certain adoring tone in his voice “Oh baby” he repeats, moving over and kissing my forehead as he pressed me in a hug “See what I like you?” He laughs, kissing me again.

“Okay” I chuckle, looking up so he pecks my lips once “next question” I say and we continue.

Tell us a secret

Now that was certainly a difficult question to answer. One more time, we stay quiet and glance at each other with a funny smile on our faces; I have no clue on what to say, but I can give it a guess and hope it is enough.

“It wouldn’t be a secret if we tell you” I start in a very mysterious voice, looking over at the camera and mumbling “but” I continue “Sometimes we like to have this late night drinking sessions, where we get really drunk and go on this live chats people have about the band, just to see what they say” I reveal, trying to act like it was a big deal and smiling very widely to the camera. “It’s interesting how many people go in there” I say, excusing our actions.

“It’s also interesting how many people discuss my life behind my back” Michael corrects as a chuckle leaves his lips “but really, it’s hilarious‍‍‍‍”

Favorite feature about each other?

He spins his chair just a little to look over at me and I do the same, so I could give a good answer to the public.

“My favorite feature of you it's probably, your hair” He speaks first, guiding his eyes up to look at it “I love it because you've never touched it and it just does its own thing, looks beautiful all the time” he admits, reaching out to caress a strand of it “Also the color is like…” he starts, but can’t seem to find the words.

“Weird” I complete for him and he nods “But here’s what’s weirder, it’s my natural color” I chuckle, touching one of the strands myself “I don’t think I’ll ever change it”

“And you shouldn’t, I think it is beautiful” he says, reaching over and caressing my cheek.

“aw thanks” I say, controlling myself to not blush, but that was sort of difficult. “my favorite feature about you is your smile I say, revealing my answer “it’s not perfect but it fits you really well and when I see it becomes very contagious, it makes me smile and yeah” I say, not knowing what else to say and also completely blushing in the process “I just love seeing you happy” I shrug.

He pouts for a second as he looks over at me finishing my answer. Not helping himself but smile and stand up of his seat.

“Awww” he says, smiling “Come here” he said in one weird voice, smiling widely and hugging me tight to his body. I chuckle and put both of my arms around him, I just love the way this kind of closeness felt like.

What do we argue about the most?

“I think by far our number one fight without a question it's probably why the hell I touch Calum’s face so much” I speak right away after I have read that question out loud.

I think there was really no other answer we could give out because we didn’t really argue on a regular basis and when we did it would always involve something completely dumb, like this one situation, it was not a big deal and yet we would always find a way to have a small and playful argument about, it was interesting.

“Honestly” Michael sighs after hearing my answer “It’s like her hands have a magnet, I can’t turn around for five seconds without having her touch my best friends face”

“It’s just so soft” I excuse myself, breaking in a bunch of giggles as I lean over and pinch his cheek softly, almost imitating the thing I always did with Calum.

It is needless to say that Calum and I have always been good friends. That’s the reason why I state my answer, we are both looking at the direction right behind of the camera and where Calum was standing along with a whole crew of people and some of the band, we wanted to see his reaction, he wasn’t mad at all, instead I could see he thought this was funny; he was looking at us with a smile that indicated us he was clearly containing a laugh, and shaking his head.

“Why do you bring me into this?” he said, not moving from his spot and keeping that awkard smile on his face.

I click my tongue playfully and look over at him “I only state the facts” I say in a sassy tone “He’s got some voluptuous cheeks and I can’t help myself” I shrug, acting like it was not a big deal at all.

“You and I are going to have some trouble” Michael said, not being serious at all as he pointed at Calum.

Calum nodded, pressed his lips together and acted like he didn’t care at all, like the rebel one of the bunch. “I just have that power over the ladies you know?” he says in a monotone voice. “I am adorable outside and a beast on the inside”

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaim right after that, not helping but laughing out loud to that statement.

Michael laughs too, it was pretty funny to not recognize it. He just didn’t know how to answer back because I see he is trying to come up with something and he is just not able too, he is laughing his ass up.

“Yeah, right” Michael rolled his eyes once his laughter has slowed down “I am sorry for the interruption, we can keep going now”

Nicknames for each other?

Once again, we don’t really know what to say for this particular question, because it really takes us about a full minute to finally speak up about something, even when it is kind of an easy one that we should be able to answer faster.

“I don’t think we go that far from the regular nicknames” He says after a moment of silence “I can’t think of one” he admits, biting his bottom lip as he really thinks about it.

“I know one but you’re going to hate it” I admit, biting my lip as well and looking over at him. he nods, giving me permission to speak up. “I call him Mike-o-wave when I am feeling extra annoying or when it is necessary” I admit to the camera, shrugging as I go, this was the worst answer on the history but I had to say it.

“Oh man” he whines, covering his face in embarrassment “Once I got that name it’s never going away” he sighed, shaking his head a bunch of times “This is just why we shouldn’t have ever let people decide on what to do for Don’t Stop” he laughs, being a bit exaggerated but also speaking the truth.

“I am not going to say that isn’t true” I shrug, laughing as well “If anything, if you come up with a name I won’t mind because I have mine and it works wonder” I smile, looking over at him and gaining myself a bit of a glance from his part.

“Mimimi” he mocks me, reaching over at me and pinching my arm.

“Ouch!” I laughed and whined, moving to the side to evict his hand “A*&****, that hurt” I whined, pinching him back and gaining the same whine from him.

“Sorry!” he laughed, even when he wasn’t really sorry “Don’t call me Mike-o-wave, though, it’s weird”

What's something you are thankful for?

Just by reading over the question once we know this one was completely different to the rest, because it was the last one and it was only meant for one thing, to have a heart to heart moment, not only for the public but for ourselves. So we give the people what they want.

We turn our sits so we can face each other, hold hands and proceed to answer.

“I am thankful for getting the amazing opportunity of having someone who gets me the way she does” He speaks in now a softer and sincere voice “I have been in a couple relationships in the past and even when some were good and others weren’t, I am thankful that this time I feel like I finally… belong” He says, having a bit of a hard time getting the right words out, but he does and he is perfect.

I don’t need a long answer, just an answer and I feel really good about it.

“I am thankful that after so long I finally get the chance to share my life with someone” I say, now giving my part of the answer “Unlike you, I have never been in a relationship, a real one, before and going into this was a big step for me, it took some time to assimilate but we got here and I couldn’t be happier” I continue, feeling my eyes water just a little from saying such true words “You’re the best man I know, I love you so much” I smile, my voice turning softer and my hands squeezing his softly.

“I love you a lot” he says, now growing a smile as he pulls me forward and wraps me in a hug, not before pressing a short kiss to my lips.

I answer to that kiss faster than ever, peeking his lips not once but twice and hugging myself to him. I needed this, it always felt so good.

“It’s a wrap!” Michael celebrated, raising one arm in the air dramatically as he pressed me up to him.

I laugh and kiss his cheek. Yes, it was a wrap! and what a wrap, because this interview was such a weird thing to do but at the same time, I had a lot of fun with it, and I would do it a thousand times again if it is by his side.

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Transitioning to Manhood

Will felt a strange nostalgia looking at the box his mother had sent him, although it wasn’t a bittersweet feeling. It was a twisting feeling in his gut, a horrible reminder that his mom was clearing the house of all reminders of her child, trying to get the child she thought she remembered to snap out of a phase and return home. He picked up a knitted hat, barely the size of his fist- he’d been born premature, and his grandmother had knitted the tiny pink hat as soon as she received news of his birth. It was a pale pastel pink, almost white, a pearly quality to the colour, but years of collecting damp in a cardboard box had tinged it a dusty, damp grey. There were photographs, and Will was bombarded with pigtails and frilly dresses and patent shoes buckled with bows. “I think I would have cried if I’d been put in that monstrosity,” Lou-Ellen said softly, pointing at the photograph Will was currently holding, featuring him in a pink frilly dress for a Church wedding, holding a basket of bright pink and red rose petals, bawling his eyes out and lifting up the hem of the skirt to wipe his face. He looked about five.

The next picture showed the same dress covered in mud, Will grinning like a maniac chasing the vicar’s daughter with a worm in his hands and one shoe missing, hair a tangled mess. Cecil snorted and laughed. “Please tell me you put that worm down the back of her dress!”

“Nah, she picked up a bigger worm and chased me with it instead. We were friends in kindergarten,” Will replied, pointing out a photograph of him in pink flowery dungarees sitting opposite the girl, who was wearing the same dungarees in blue. “We made mud pies and put them in her father’s shoes in that picture,” Will said sadly, “we got into trouble for boyish behaviour and making a mess.” Will unceremoniously shoved the photographs into the bottom of the box, taking a few deep breaths.

“Are you okay, Will,” Lou-Ellen asked gently, placing her hand on his back and rubbing small circles.

“Yeah,” Will sighed, staring emptily into the box before picking out his birth certificate and staring at it. “I don’t know,” Will amended, and Cecil took the certificate out of his hands.

“We should burn this,” Cecil announced, “it’s useless. If you end up needing it for anything, you can just get it re-printed at the register office. Although you might wanna make some changes to it first. Until you can do that legally, Connor and Travis owe me a massive favour, if you’d like.” Will let out a small laugh, burying his face in his hands.

“My whole childhood is in this box,” Will said quietly, “and my mom’s throwing away all of her favourite memories of me, and I can’t bring myself to look at them.”

“Hey,” Lou-Elllen began gently, “we’ll make new memories, new photographs.These aren’t your memories, they’re your mom’s ideal childhood for you, it’s all the parts she didn’t like taken out and the select few moments she did pruned carefully and displayed to be her image of perfection. You don’t have to keep any of this, because that’s not how your childhood felt to you. They aren’t pictures of you, they’re pictures of the child your mom wanted everybody to see, they aren’t pictures that truly represent your childhood. You aren’t obliged to hold onto somebody else's image of you.”

“We can burn all of it later, mate,” Cecil offered, “just us if you want. And Nico too, of course. Kayla and Austin too maybe, if they aren’t busy.”

“Yeah,” Will sighed, “shoot it with a burning arrow or something.”

“That’s the spirit,” Cecil grinned mischievously, taking the box from Will, “I’ll go take this to my cabin and get my siblings to thoroughly vandalise everything so before you burn it you can have a laugh.”

“Thanks,” Will laughed, and Lou-Ellen pulled him into her shoulder.

“I’ll see you later, dude,” Cecil smiled, “and you, my bi-hexual girlfriend!” He kissed Lou-Ellen’s cheek and jogged off.

“Do you wanna go find Nico?”

“He’s got training now,” Will replied, “but I wanna go talk to Clarisse, do you know where I could find her?”

“I saw her heading to her cabin before I came here,” Lou-Ellen replied, “I’m gonna go work on creating some more sigils, okay?” She kissed Will’s cheek before heading towards her cabin, and Will set out to find Clarisse. She wasn’t in her cabin, or in the armory- Will found her sitting outside the currently empty Aphrodite cabin, holding a pale green and cream chiffon scarf in her hands. Will sat beside her, bumping her shoulder.

“It was Silena’s,” Clarisse said gently, “her favourite hijab. She used to cover it with pins and I’d put flowers through the pins. After we burned her shroud, we uh… her parents invited me to her funeral, at the Masjid. The mosque, that is.”

“It’s beautiful,” Will said, “you should keep it. She’d want you to have it.”

“Yeah,” Clarisse sighed, “don’t tell anyone I went soft, you hear me, Solace?”

“Message received and understood,” Will smiled, and Clarisse punched him lightly in the arm.

“She taught me how to put on makeup,” Clarisse admitted, “she used to do it real subtle, so nobody would know. She’d contour my whole face and she’d put on neutral eye shadows and clear mascara, cherry chapstick muted with matte powder.”

“I never noticed you wearing makeup,” Will replied.

“That’s because that was the point. She made it look completely natural. I’m not exactly… feminine.”

“But she taught you how you could be butch and still be pretty, right?”

“Exactly,” Clarisse replied, “she helped me to pass.”

“A true ally,” Will smiled, resting his head on her shoulder, “how have you been recovering from surgery?”

“I’ve had worse pain,” Clarisse smiled, “I’m still getting used to the extra weight on my chest, but Chris likes them just as much as I do, I think.” Will chuckled lightly, and Clarisse put her arm around him. “Anyway, you look like shit, Solace, what happened?”

“My mom,” Will replied dejectedly, “she sent a box of stuff from my childhood. I’m gonna burn it all later. Cecil’s idea.”

“I’ll be right there with you,” Clarisse said, squeezing his shoulder roughly, “providing I can take a baseball bat to everything first.”

“You can rip the birth certificate before I shoot everything with a burning arrow” Will offered, and Clarisse chuckled lightly.

“That’s my boy,” Clarisse grinned, punching his arm lightly.

“The thing is… I don’t hate my childhood,” Will began honestly. “I didn’t always know I was trans, I didn’t always hate myself, I just couldn’t understand that weird out of place feeling, you know? I didn’t know why things made me uncomfortable. I only started figuring it out when I came to camp… and now, it hurts to look at all the pictures, because they… they don’t feel like I’m looking at photographs of me, and the more I tell myself that’s me, the more I can’t stand to look at them, because I look so female. But my childhood wasn’t a sad one, I… I was loved once, I used to pretend I had nightmares so my mom would give me these butter cookies with warm milk. She knew I was usually faking it, but she didn’t care as long as I smiled.”

“Tell me more,” Clarisse probed gently, before wrapping Silena’s scarf around his shoulders when she noticed a breeze, keeping her arm around his shoulder.

“She didn’t always have a lot of time for me, with the singing and all,” Will began, “but when she did have time for me, we always did something. She used to take me to my grandma’s farm a lot. The chickens didn’t like me much, but there was this baby calf my grandma let me name. Which was a terrible decision, I called it Dustbin Grass,” Will announced with a small laugh. Clarisse snorted, and Will continued. “Anyway, the calf used to come in through the back door and lay down in the middle of the sitting room, and I’d curl up next to the calf. We had a height chart on the wall, and I’d always compare my height with the calf every week. And other days, my mom would take me on day trips. Sometimes it was just to the local park or play area, we’d feed the ducks and sit in the sun with a picnic. I’d always go on the slide, although some days it was so hot the metal burned and I’d start crying. My mom always used to wrap me up in a warm hug and she’d tell me that it was all okay.”

“That sounds nice,” Clarisse said sincerely, and Will continued to share his memories.

“I wasn’t so good with all the school stuff. When I was a kid, I hadn’t been diagnosed with ADHD yet, or dyslexia, but I still struggled. I was behind everybody in the class on my reading and writing and my handwriting was always terrible. I used to get frustrated and walk out a lot. And after break time, I always had a hard time calming down, so I used to be super bouncy and I’d need something to fidget with. And of course, I was a kid, so the louder the better. I’d get into trouble a lot and get sent out of class. I used to cry because I thought I was dumb, but my mom always told me I was the smartest. She’d take me on nature walks, and she’d point out different trees and birds and insects and I’d tell her what they were. And at one point, I could identify native birds by their calls. My mom made me feel smart, and I didn’t feel smart again until I came to camp.”

“How the fuck did they think you were dumb?”

“Classism, sexism, and ableism. Anyway, my mom and I used to have pamper weekends, where we’d just sit out in the garden with bowls of cold water for our feet and face masks, and we’d watch the clouds if there were any. Mom never used to put enough sunscreen on herself and she used to end up looking like a lobster. We’d talk about how our weeks had been, and about my mom’s record deals and tours. She mainly toured the South, she didn’t usually go far out from Texas, but I’ve always been travel sick and I can’t really handle anything over half an hour, so it was always better to leave me at home with my grandma sometimes. My mom and I lived in the city in Austin, but my grandma lived on a ranch. She used to make me cookies all the time and she’d tell me stories of mom’s childhood and her childhood. She’d tell me how lucky I was. My grandma was a lesbian, but things when she were young were… well, worse than they are today, so… she married a man and had kids and buried who she was. She always told me that I couldn’t help who I was, and that if ever I figured myself out and I wasn’t straight, then it was okay and she’d love me just the same. The vicar used to sit and have tea with my grandma every day, because he had a gay son and he wanted her advise on how to support him.”

“Your gran is a legend,” Clarisse smiled, “is she still with us or…”

“I wish I knew,” Will sighed sadly, “grandpa died when I was six and the year after, my nan met a woman, and she moved away and my mom refused to let me have her address or contact her. Everyone always assumes my mom is kind and loving because I have such happy childhood memories. But when you have a child, if you can’t love your child unconditionally, then you never loved them at all. I grew up, knowing, just knowing… that one day, I’d do or say something and my mom would know I was bisexual and my mom wouldn’t love me anymore. Knowing that your own mother will stop loving you, for the very thing that gets you beat up in the playground, for the very thing that gets you harassed, knowing that your own mother believes with all of her heart that her child deserves to burn in hellfire and brimstone for eternity just for being attracted to somebody… from a young age I knew that my mother’s love was conditional. For years, I knew that I didn’t meet the conditions for my mother’s love. And then I stopped going home because I was scared and I wasn’t ready to be abandoned by the same woman who promised unconditional love. And then I came out as trans to her and… she sends me the box. And it’s not just a box to remind me of my childhood, it’s all her favourite memories. It’s the drawings she stuck to the fridge, the photos she showed guests, the things she was most proud of me for. It’s her way of telling me that she hates me so much that those memories are worthless to her. Happy childhoods are empty gestures when a parent’s love is conditional. And I have to face biphobia and transphobia every day of my life, but it’s worse knowing I don’t have a home. My home is a summer camp. I’m alone. If the woman who swore to love me unconditionally, swore by her bible to love me and protect me and fulfil her god given role as a parent, can cast me aside like I’m disgusting, then how am I ever meant to feel anything but wrong? How am I meant to convince myself I’m worthy of love? I can’t even use public restrooms without fearing for my safety, how am I meant to feel safe enough to trust anybody?”

“Hey,” Clarisse began, squeezing Will’s shoulder, “you’re never alone. No matter what, I’ve got your back. I’ll kick a transphobes teeth, you know I will. We have to stick together, we can’t let the community be divided, okay? We’ll look out for each other. You’re not unloved. I love you. My mom is your mom now, okay? Actually no, I’m your mom now, kiddo. And you have the best friends you could ask for, okay? Lou-Ellen can and will hex anybody who tries to put you down. Cecil’s always got your back, he pranked that Athena kid real good, remember? And you have Nico. You’re dating the Son of Hades. He can and will turn anyone into a ghost if they hurt you. That boy loves you, okay? Your self-worth is not defined by your mother’s prejudice. Nico’s friends- Jason, Percy, Frank, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Reyna, Leo- they’re all allies we can trust. You’re not a boy anymore, Solace, you’re a man now. You’re making your own way in a world where the odds are stacked against you. You just gotta keep going. People will hate you no matter what you do. So surround yourself with allies, keep going no matter how bleak, stay strong, and when you can’t stay strong, use your support network. We’ll both survive if we stick together. If you feel scared to go outside, come and find me. We’ll keep each other safe. And remember. You’re perfect, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. Aphrodite would want you to respect yourself and love yourself. Your dad would want you to shine and spread light amongst the hate, to rise no matter how many times you’re pushed down. My dad would want you to fight back and never stop fighting for your rights, our rights, for what you believe in. And I’m sure most of the other gods support you too.”

“Damn girl, now I know why you’re in charge of motivational battle speeches,” Will smiled, and Clarisse ruffled his hair.

“Good boy. Now, you’re gonna get back to that infirmary, and carry on as normal, okay? And then we’re gonna burn your birth certificate and all the other stuff.”

“I had my T shot this morning,” Will stated with a small smile, “after a few months, people no longer misgender me when they hear my voice and for once in my life, I like how I sound. I feel like me. My dysphoria is… it’s so much less intense than it used to be. I feel safer in public, I feel confident enough to speak as loud as I want without fearing judgment or misgendering or violence.”

“You’re getting a bit of a fluffy mustache too there, Solace,” Clarisse teased light-heartedly, and Will laughed happily. “I’ve gotta go teach the Aphrodite girls some self-defence classes, you have to prepare for the influx of inevitable injuries because the Ares cabin and the Athena cabin are sparring in the arena.”

Will went about the rest of his day with his head held high. For once, he felt proud of who he was, of the man he’d become, of the way he hadn’t let the hate he’d heard turn him hateful, how he helped people, how he tried his best to make every camper feel like they had a safe space, a home. He never wanted anybody to feel the way he had for such a long time. He prided himself on his kindness, and he vowed never to lose it.

So later that day, the camp stood around a pit of flames at the beach, all turned out to show their solidarity bar a few. Will wore his flag as a cape, and everybody cheered when Clarisse marched in still in her armour from the day, with a ‘fuck the cis-tem’ jacket, and ripped up Will’s birth certificate. Will smiled as he threw the photographs into the flames, one by one, his friends all cheering and clapping. He watched every painful reminder, every perfect image of his mother’s ideal child- graffitied on with funny mustaches and devil horns on his mom, courtesy of the Hermes cabin- of conditional love and rejection, go up in flames. For once, Will wasn’t defined by his past, but rather by his future, one surrounded by allies and friends from all walks of life. People of many religions and races, sexualities, and genders. And even better, he received a loving kiss from his boyfriend in front of the crowd. For once, he didn’t look back.

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