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#eventually they talk her into it! and she boldly goes up to this handsome guy like ‘hello ;)))’ and george —shy quiet nervous man that he is
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in an absolutely normal and rational turn of events, i have written more about bucky barnes’s parents in the last 24 hrs than i have of him.
on that note: they’re in love, your honor
#/s on normal and rational#bucky barnes#u guys ready for my sick tags?#george barnes#winifred barnes#tumblr didn’t even have a suggestion for those#WHERE ARE MY GEORGE AND WINNIE STANS#WHERE ARE THEY!!!#marvel#mcu#anyway they met in the fall of 1914 at a dance hall where george had picked up a job to get some extra income#i use ‘dance hall’ loosely here it was more like a restaurant with an inordinantely large dance floor#winnie came in witth some friends of hers (liz marjorie and tilly) in hopes to meet cute boys and maybe fall in love (as single 23y/o girls-#-are want in any time period) however winnie —fantastical contrarian rhat she is— is notoriously picky about her dance partners#on one memorable occasion she left her partner mid-song because she had casually mentioned women’s sufferage and he’d laughed at her#of course that’s not really picky to us now but she was considered picky the#george is just a server but he’s a very *handsome* server—tall as a tree and built like a lumberjack. and winnie is making noticable-#-hearteyes at him. so obvious her girls are all ‘omg go tlak to him!!! he’s cute!’#eventually they talk her into it! and she boldly goes up to this handsome guy like ‘hello ;)))’ and george —shy quiet nervous man that he is#—startles and switches to service mode ‘hello miss may i assist you?’ ‘yes i would be MUCH assisted if you woudl dance witb me’#and george is so startled by her boldness that he laughs (in a kind way) and says ‘miss i’m working’
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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years
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Yours (Vampire!Ivar x reader)
A/N: This is my entry to @geekandbooknerd​‘s Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday, Hayley 💝
The prompt We are all someone’s monster (Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows) is in bold.
@bluearchersstuff​ - Thank you for beta reading this for me 💖 It was the first time, it won’t be the last 😉
Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊
Moodboard made by the talented @gearhead66 ♥️
Summary: You hate Halloween and of course you hate Halloween parties. But who’s this handsome guy who’s looking at you?
Warnings: not my best work, I’m sorry.
Words: 1821
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You roll your eyes, sighing at your own stupidity. For the umpteenth time tonight, you're wondering what you were thinking about when you agreed to come. Of course, Sofia is your best friend, and she is the one who asked you to go with her.
 Yet, you should have known better.
 You dislike Halloween. Scratch that. You hate Halloween and everything about it with a passion. You hate dressing up. You hate cobwebs, fangs, zombies and skeletons. You even hate squash soup, and that's saying a lot!
 But yeah, your friend can be convincing when she has a mind to be. And that's why you're here – almost against your will, so to speak – at Ben's house. Ben with whom Sofia slipped away over an hour ago. Probably upstairs. You don't even want to think about what they're doing right now.
 Anyway, you're here, and that's all that matters…
 The pounding music is too loud, the people too drunk, the place too crowded. If it wasn't for the handsome stranger who hasn't stopped looking at you since you showed up, you wouldn't be here anymore.
Nervously pulling and tugging on the little black dress borrowed from Sofia – oh no, not a simple black dress, a black dress with fucking skeleton print – you make up your mind and head toward the makeshift bar. You need a drink if you intend to stay. Something strong, possibly.
 A 'Vampire Cocktail' in hand, you slowly cross the room. With every step, you can feel the stranger's gaze upon you; and you know with unsettling certainty that if you look back at him, he wouldn’t lower his eyes.
 He was apparently alone, does not talk to anyone, or dance, and didn't look at anyone but you.
 You should feel embarrassed, or even upset, but you aren’t. Knowing that his eyes are staring at you like that is surprisingly pleasant. And you can't help but feel hopelessly drawn to him, almost magnetically, or magically. Because strangely, wherever you are in the room, the man is there, never more than a few steps away from you.
 The room may be dark, but you still can see the otherworldly blue of his eyes. You're entranced, fascinated, mesmerized.
 Giving him a shy smile, you quickly avert your gaze, blushing. As you raise back your head, the man is gone, but when a gloved hand brushes against yours, you know it's his, without a doubt.
 "Shall we go out?" He asks with a sultry voice that sends shivers down your spine. Even if he gives you a questioning look, his hand gesturing toward the large patio door, you know it's a rhetorical question. You don't have a choice and you don't mind it. The stranger wraps a strong arm around your waist, leading you toward the backyard.
 You follow him willingly, almost obediently, a small smile playing on your lips. He leads you without saying a word, and as soon as the patio door closes behind you, the only sound you can hear is the thud of his cane on the gravel.
 "Better here, right?" He takes a seat on a porch swing, inviting you to do the same.
 "I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." His voice is hoarse as he slightly leans toward you, boldly resting a hand on your knee.
 Confused, you want to ask him what he means. After all, you met for the first time less than two hours ago. But you don't get the chance, since he speaks again. "Very nice dress, by the way."
 Scrutinizing you in the bright moonlight, he looks at you shamelessly, his gaze stopping first on your neck, then your cleavage, your breast and finally your fishnet stocking-clad thighs.
 Intimidated, you blush and say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your… your Halloween costume is a piece of art. It's so… real…"
 "My… what?" Quirking a brow, the man looks at you in disbelief.
 "Your…," your shaky voice gives away your nervousness, "Your Dracula costume is… magnificent."
 You're not lying. His clothing is stunning. From his three-piece suit – obviously made of luxury fabrics – to his silk cape of extremely high quality, everything suggests that his complete outfit is undoubtedly very expensive.  As for his cane, you're willing to bet that its snake-shaped handle is made of… gold, no less. In any case, it's impressive and the handsome stranger makes a vampire truer than nature.
 Visibly taken aback by your last assertion, the man just stares at you with wide eyes. It's as if what you just said didn't make sense to him. When an icy wind swirls suddenly around you and makes you shiver, he eventually speaks sternly, almost as he were scolding you, his jaw tight. "This is not a costume."
 You're baffled, puzzled, confused. 'This is not a costume?' What does he mean?  
 "What… I don't… Wha–" You sputter, unable to gather your thoughts. Your heart hammering in your chest, you feel a knot growing in your stomach. Something feels wrong. Something feels very wrong.
 His piercing blue eyes staring into yours, you want to avert your gaze, overwhelmed and slightly scared. But when he speaks again, it's with a velvet like voice that soothes you immediately, erasing your discomfort. "Shh… It's okay…"  You wonder for a brief moment how someone can change their mood so quickly. You don't dwell on it though, because when he gives you a closed-lips smile, gentle and sweet, it melts your heart and you realize that, as if by magic, your fear is gone, replaced by desire and attraction.
 What strange power does this man have over you?
 Slowly, one finger at a time, the stranger takes off his gloves and places them on the swing next to him, while staring at you the whole time.
 As he reaches out, his hand just inches from your face, you can't resist, and you don't want to. The pull is too powerful, the longing too strong. You want him to touch you. You need him to and so you lean forward, craving for his skin against yours.
 But as soon as his fingers graze your cheek, you freeze, bemused and appalled.
 They are cold. Abnormally cold. Ice-cold. Colder than… death. You swallow loudly and then get up hastily. "I… I sh… should… go…" You stammer, panic flooding your body. You want to run away but the man doesn't give you the chance as he grabs your wrist, squeezing it tight. " That would be extremely rude when we've only just met, don't you think?" His voice is a whisper, his tone soft but you know you don't really have a say, nor a choice.
 Slowly getting up, he leans on his cane, wraps his free arm around your waist and draws you closer. He's so unnaturally strong, you can't even move as a cold wave washes over you. "I'll be gentle if you do as I say." He mumbles, his mouth against your ear.
 Questions plague your mind suddenly. Why is he so pale? Why can't you feel his breath on your face? Why are his eyes bloodshot? Why didn't you notice anything earlier? You're terrified now, aware of the danger with absolute certainty.
 "Who… Who are you?" You don't even know how you manage to babble those words. You feel weak and unsteady on your shaky legs. If it wasn't for his firm grip, you would certainly have fallen down by now.
 "It's okay, Y/N…" He says once again, and you want to believe him, despite your fear, despite the… cold. A little voice in your head whispers that you never told him your name, but it doesn't matter, not when he's looking at you with so much tenderness.
 What is he doing to you?
 "I'm Ivar." His reassuring voice is gentle, as is his smile. "Ivar Ragnarsson." He doesn't say anything else but it's enough. That's all you need to know. You're relieved. He's Ivar. Of course. Who else – what else – could he be? You've been so silly. All those strange things… The cold, his eyes, his breathing – or his lack of – there is necessarily a pragmatic explanation for each of them. The truth is you don't care. He's Ivar. A handsome and very considerate stranger that you want to get to know better, and that's enough. Everything is fine. It's okay, he's right.
 "Ivar…", you eventually repeat softly, and you love the way his name rolls off your tongue. Chuckling, you can feel yourself relaxing in his embrace. "You're going to think I'm dumb, you know? I wondered for a moment if you weren't a…", you gasp, feeling shy and embarrassed, but Ivar just looks at you, patiently waiting for you to carry on, and that's what you do. "… A vampire, you know. But obviously you're not. You're just a guy my age, with a fantastic Halloween costume, and it seems that I can't think properly, because who would think you're some kind of monster? That's insane, and I'm so sorry, and now I'm going to shut up because I'm pathetically rambling and if I continue I'm sure you won't want anything to do with me and that would be a shame because I– Oh my god, sorry!!" Covering your mouth with your hand, you blush as you realize what you were going to say. 'Because I'd love to kiss you, touch you, feel you…'
 What is he doing to you?
 Ivar keeps quiet, a semi-amused smile on his face. Eventually, he closes his eyes and then tilts his head back. "So, you thought I was a… how did you say?... a monster…" You can almost hear his grin.
 "I know," you say shamefully, "that's stupid! You're allowed to laugh at me, you know? I won't get mad, really. I don't know what went through my head. A monster! What a ridiculous thought!!"
 Ivar giggles while keeping his eyes shut. "Maybe not. You know what they say… We are all someone's monster…"
 And then, he opens his eyes. And everything goes faster.
 His eyes turn black. A feral growl escapes his lips. His smile is a predatory one.
 You can clearly see his pointy fangs.
 And you feel weirdly calm. You're not surprised, and you're ready. You need him, all of him.
 "I don't know if it's true…", you don't recognize his voice, hoarse and raspy, but you don't mind, as you don't mind when he pushes your hair away, his teeth already grazing the delicate skin of your neck.
 "However,” He mutters as you arch against him unwittingly, "there is one thing that I can say for certain. I'm definitely yours."
 And right after that, sharp fangs piercing down into the flesh of your neck, a burning pain lances through you, fading soon into an aching pleasure. You release a gasp, bucking your hips.
 "Please, unravel me, Ivar."
 What did he do to you?
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cheri-translates · 4 years
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[CN] Summary of the new dates
🍒Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for dates which have not been released in English servers!🍒
I received an ask regarding what’s in Gavin’s Surprise Date, which is part of this collection:
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I’ll be translating them properly eventually, but only in mid-July because I still need to clear the dates that came out earlier 😂
In the meantime, if you’re really curious, I’ve created bullet-point summaries for the dates! They barely include dialogue and I cut out certain parts of the plot, but they’re still pretty substantial.
Update: Full date translations are up! You can find them in my masterlist :>
BEFORE WE BEGIN, I should temper your expectations - in this collection, MC and the boys are still getting to know each other. It’s a huge leap backwards in their relationship, so don’t be surprised if they don’t seem as close as we’re used to!
Gavin’s Surprise Date
MC and Gavin agreed to meet in a cafe to discuss work-related issues
While MC is waiting, Gavin calls and tells her an accident cropped up so he would be late
MC feels uneasy, but it gets worse when she overhears two ladies, who just entered the café, talking about a “tall and handsome man” protecting a small boy who was being bullied
Hmm sounds like Gavin
MC goes out to find him, and sees Gavin pummelling the daylight out of the bullies
[Cue the CG]
After the bullies run for their lives, Gavin takes her to an elderly woman’s house. But not before nagging at how dangerous it was for MC to be at the scene
The elderly woman is the grandmother of the boy who got bullied
Precious little boy sees Birdcop as his role-model
The elderly woman thanks them with something called “糖人” – it’s a sugar-molded candy on a stick
After they leave, they decide to sit on a bench to eat the sweet before it melts, but one part of the bench is wet
Gavin, always the gentleman, offers to stand so she can sit
MC feels bad so she convinces him to sit anyway
So they squish together on the bench
She laughs at how Gavin is utterly destroyed because he doesn’t know how to eat the sweet
Blushy Gavin makes an appearance
MC finds it interesting that she saw many sides of Gavin today - a fierce Gavin during the fight, a tender and respectful Gavin when they visited the elderly woman and the boy, and the Gavin who can’t eat a sweet properly
It’s a peaceful evening
The end
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Lucien’s Seminar Date
Brace yourselves
MC prepares to attend a “Children’s First-Aid Knowledge Seminar” in school
Lucien is the guest speaker
She arrives early, goes to the library, and sees Lucien is sleeping so she sits in front of him and quietly observes
He wakes up eventually and they head to the seminar together
Cute innocent kids!
Lucien gives the cute innocent kids their first existential crisis!
He tells them about how life is a complicated question in which we gain the answers as we grow older...
After that, MC and Lucien teach the kids how to do CPR
No, they don’t kiss. He brought a dummy model.
And then he dives into an angsty dialogue about death…
All the children start bawling
Lucien gets out a first-aid kit and we dive into another angsty dialogue about how birth, maturity, aging, and death are all part of life…
The children calm down because Lucien’s voice is smooth
Then he takes out sweets from his angst-filled pocket and hands them out to the children, including MC
[Cue the CG]
After the children leave, Lucien dives into yet another angsty dialogue about how humans are constrained by the rules of life and death…
MC gets sad because she thinks about her dad
Lucien hugs her in a platonic manner and pats her back
Lucien says his usual cryptic stuff
“Having someone to miss is a happy thing.”
MC gets curious about Lucien
The end
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Kiro’s Sweet Date
To prepare for an upcoming shoot, Kiro needs to build up more muscles
He invites MC to train together with him
Kiro’s logic: Just as they eat tidbits together, they should suffer together as well
As they work out and chat, MC realizes that Kiro is much more hardworking and dedicated to his work than she thought
“When I think about my fans and about how I decided to take this path, I will keep persevering no matter what. I have to do it.”
The shoot arrives, and MC finds out that the theme is sweets
MC thinks it’s going to be all cutesy and innocent
But she’s in for a big surprise.
“Could you be… slightly sexier?” says the photographer
[Cue the CG]
Kiro licks cream off his finger instead of using a tissue like a regular person
MC turns into a blushy mess
After the shoot and interview are over, Kiro splits the cake with MC as an award for their strict training regimen
The end
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Victor’s Warm Date
MC and Victor have gone overseas for a business exchange program. Goldman was supposed to accompany Victor, but couldn’t make it due to plot convenience
There’s a heavy snowfall. The road is blocked so they’re stuck at the meeting location
Remember, these dates are happening when MC and the guys are still getting to know each other
So the Victor in this date is pretty merciless with his remarks, and isn’t as tender or close to MC as we’re used to
They decide to walk out to the main road in the mini blizzard so they can board the car
MC and Victor each carry an umbrella
But both MC and the umbrella are weak so Victor gives up and literally bundles her up in his coat instead
In the car, MC thinks about how Victor actually has a soft side -gasp what a surprise-
After MC returns to her hotel room, she discovers she forgot to pass Victor a document
When she visits Victor, MC literally pauses to enjoy the view of a messy haired Victor with his top buttons not functioning the way they should
Victor tells her to wait inside while he pores over the documents
He also pours her tea after she sneezes
Victor sent his coat (the one he bundled MC up in just now) to be washed, so MC gets worried about his health
She runs back to her room to get the Bunny Blanket™
After some cute banter, she sets her inner Shaw loose and boldly drapes the blanket over Victor
Victor acts on reflex at the suddenness of her action and accidentally pulls MC onto his fine c h e s t
“You are very bold”, Victor says
They lapse into a comfortable silence and MC ogles at Victor just like how we all ogle at the CG
[Cue the CG]
“What are you looking at?”
“At you… I mean, the snowy scenery outside the window!”
Victor hears it
“You’re looking at it so seriously. You must really like this snowy scene.”
The end
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sakurasangcl · 4 years
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Come Back
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Pairing: werewolf!Jaehyun x reader
Word Count: 2.3k 
Warning: sexual harassment, possible rape (didn’t happen: Y/N wakes up in Jaehyun’s shirt in his bed)
Moonlight Symphony Masterlist
On the Friday after your 21st birthday, you and your friends went out to celebrate. You went to a dancing club to drink and have fun. Unfortunately for you, hindsight is 20/20. You should have eaten more and better food, as well as made sure to keep a (sober) friend with you at all times. Regretting things can't change the past, and you know this well. 
After one drink, you were a little tipsy. After two, you were drunk. Your vision wasn't too blurry, but everything was hilarious. A few drinks later and you couldn't quite walk straight and your words were a little slurred. 
"Hey," you tell your nearest friend. "I'm gonna go outside for some fresh air." 
And you do just that. Your heels click on the scuffed up wooden floor as you opened the door and took in the night breeze. 
You didn't notice the men who followed you outside until the spoke up. 
"Hey girl, what's your name?" One of them asked. 
"Y/n," you absentmindedly say.
"That's a sexy name. Did you come here by yourself?" A different one spoke. 
"Nope." You respond, popping the ‘p.’ 
If you weren't so drunk, you would have noticed the anxious looks they tossed around. 
"Do you want to come home with me?" One of them boldly asked, resting his hand on your hip. "I doubt who you came with would mind. I'll treat you well." 
"Any of us-" the second guy started.
"Or all of us," someone else interrupted. 
"Would treat you well," He finished.
You weakly shake your head no and turn to head inside. However, the one gripping your waist held you still. 
"Come on baby, why so prude, hmm? I'll make you feel real good, promise." He says, rubbing circles with his thumbs. 
Suddenly a rather muscular, attractive man appears. He growls and pulls you into him, and you swear he calls you his girlfriend. But before you can figure anything out, you pass out. 
When you wake up in the morning, the night before is a blur. You immediately notice that you're not in your own room, nor in that if a friend's. You look around and see the most attractive man in bed next to you. He's deeply asleep, and has the body of Michelangelo's statue of David, but better. 
A thrill of fear runs through you as you sit up to get out of bed and you're wearing just a shirt that definitely wasn't yours, considering that it was too big on you. 
Did we have sex last night? You cant… you cant properly consent when you're drunk… Did we at least use a condom? Shouldn't I be a little sore?
You had many unanswered questions as you quietly gather your things, hoping not to disturb the sleeping man. You quickly change back into your clothes, leaving his shirt on the floor. 
When you leave his room, you find yourself in a house full of boys. You turn red and keep your head down, feeling horrid. They look at you, surprised. One of them tries to say something to you, but you quickly leave before the chance is given. 
It makes sense why they're called the walk of shame…
You make it outside and find out that you really aren't in the city anymore. So, you call an uber and make it home. 
You don't talk to any of your friends about what happened… nor does it really seem like they know or remember themselves. Of course, most of them drank a lot, thought someone else took you home, or thought you went home with someone. One of your friends saw you leave with a hot, muscular guy. 
You didn't say much to anyone after that, and the same friend that saw you leave with the guy you woke up with, Yeri, was afraid that you were falling into a depressive episode. Because of who she was, you couldn't avoid her forever.
Yeri ended up showing up at your work right when you were leaving. She grabbed your arm with her surprisingly strong grip, and starts guiding you to a nearby coffee shop.
"I know you're stressed and going through a lot, so we are getting coffee and talking. And I know you have some extra spending cash because you house sat the other week." Yeri began, guiding you to the line. 
The intoxicating smell of coffee calms you for the time being, letting you relax a little. 
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" She softly asks you, moving up in line. 
"I know," you murmur, looking up at the menu. "But I just don't always know the words for what I need to say." It was then that you notice one of the baristas is extremely familiar. Your eyes widen in surprise and you look away blushing. It was the hot guy you woke up next to. 
"Earth to y/n, earth to y/n. Is everything okay?" Yeri asks, concerned. 
You gulp and nod as you realize your next in line, and he is the one taking orders. 
You shyly step up and order a green tea latte, not meeting his eyes. "What's your name?" He asks, and it sounds more like him being genuine than just needing to write it down on the cup.
"Y/n," you tell him, glancing up at his handsome face. 
He then asks you to spell your name and you do, glancing at his nametag that said 'Jaehyun.' He smiles brightly, dimples showing. "Alright. Thank you y/n. I can help who is next in line."
You stay rooted in your spot, your eyebrows knitting together. You hadn't paid for your drinks. You were about to say something when he adds, "Don't worry about it. It's my treat, okay?" 
You mutely nod and go wait for your drink and Yeri, dazed. 
A younger man calls your name, and he smiles at you as you take your drink. On it is numbers  you make it out to be a phone number. You look quizzically at the guy who gave you your drink, and he grins and points to the mysterious hottie, Jaehyun. You nod slightly and head to Yeri's side, going and sitting at a table. 
You two start conversing, and she pries you and gets you talking some. Eventually, she brought up the inevitable.
"So the barista. The one who wrote their number on your cup. He's the one you went home with." Yeri says, looking at him suspiciously. 
"Yeah, apparently…" you admit, not denying what must have happened.
"Do you not remember?" She asks, suddenly worried. "If he drugged you I don't care how big he is. I will fight him."
You shake your head no. "I was just drunk. Besides, I'm sure plenty of girls are head over heels for him and he's super hot. He could easily get laid if he wanted to."
"You're not wrong. But still, you did end up with him. That's suspicious." 
"I suppose he must have just changed me… that's why I thought we did something. My period came and went, so everything is fine that way. But I really don't know…"
"Wait, like he changed your clothes?" 
"Well, yeah…" 
"What the fuck?! No. So not okay," she says, standing up and about to march over to yell at him. 
"Please don't, Yeri. I'm as confused as you," You softly beg. 
"Fine, but I'm asking Joohyun if she knows him. But judging by his age.. I'll ask Sooyoung instead. If anyone knows anything, its her," Yeri derisively responds. She then sends a quick text before giving you her full attention. "Do you want to go over what you remember? I'm pretty sure Soyeon said she saw you leave with a guy… that's why I wasn't worried. But honestly, knowing you, I should have been. I feel bad I wasn't more cautious over you. I was too busy being the mom friend for everyone else. I hate being the mom friend," Yeri grumbles. 
You can't help but laugh at her rant, as it was true. No one liked taking the role of the mom friend when everyone was drinking. Yeri was just stuck with it as the designated driver. 
"I just… the last thing I remember was going outside for air. My head got clouded and there were some guys… then one guy, probably…" you gesture to Jaehyun, "since I woke up in his bed… called me his girlfriend. That's all I remember besides waking up. I made the walk of shame! I hated it!" You admit, glancing around to make sure no one heard you. 
When Yeri's phone buzzes, she reads the notification. "Sooyoung says he's a good guy, and really not interested in most girls... Maybe you're his perfect type? Okay, she said he isn't a player and is both overly confident and awkward as hell around girls. It varies. She also says he's not the kind to do the deed when drunk." 
"Did you tell her what I said?" You demand of your best friend, upset and turning red.
"Kind of? I asked about him and if he was a player especially around drunk people. She's not that thick headed to not know what happened at the party," Yeri explains.
Your shoulders slump in defeat and you nod, knowing Yeri was right. However, Sooyoung's response left you with more questions than before. 
"I can't- I don't know-" you try to let Yeri understand your frustration. You want to know the answers as to what happened, but at the same time, you're afraid of what they could be. You let out a heavy sigh as you formulate a proper sentence. "I want to know but I'm also afraid to find the truth," you tell her, fear clawing at your stomach. 
"I totally understand that. But wouldn't it be nice if nothing happened and it's just a misunderstanding?" Yeri suggests gently. "I mean, there's no harm in at least texting him. He obviously remembers you. Maybe he just wants to clear the air." 
You know Yeri doesn't mean to pressure you in a negative way, and she always seems to have your best interest in mind. This time… well, it feels different. You're torn between giving this man a bit of trust or doing your best to never see him again. You can't differentiate what your stomach is telling you or your head. You were completely conflicted. 
You start to feel overwhelmed, and your brain goes to autopilot. You listen to what Yeri said and type out a message to Jaehyun, that read: 
Hi. This is Y/N.
You know he wont reply right away since he is working, but you try to ignore the impulsivity of what you did and do your best not to regret it. 
"Well there's that…" you mumble, setting your phone on the table.
Less than a minute later, your phone buzzes anyways. 
Hey Y/N! Sorry, my coworker put my number on your cup… My name is Jaehyun, by the way. I’m sorry things ended up like this.
Would you maybe like to meet sometime so I can try to explain?
“What do you think I should do, Yeri?” you ask, showing her your phone and trying not to cry. 
“Give it to me. I’ll have Seulgi go with you. Does that sound good? You know how intimidating she can be when she wants, you know?” Yeri gently says, typing a response. “I have your back. We all do.” 
You nod and help Yeri figure out the logistics. Jaehyun isn’t even bothered by you asking to bring a friend. 
When you finally did agree to meet Jaehyun in person, you wore simple clothes. You had Yeri with you, and she was being very protective and careful with you. 
Jaehyun felt a pang in his heart, because he knew he messed up. He should have left you in his bed without him, but he couldn’t leave you. Not when you smelt like them. Looking at you with Yeri by your side, he could scent your fear and unease. He smiled sweetly at the two of you, and greeted you both. You were outside on campus, sitting at one of the tables outside. 
“Y/N, there’s a lot I need to explain to you,” he gently begins, glancing at Yeri. 
She smiled slightly, because she knew something you didn’t. 
“Okay?” you respond, looking to Yeri. She nods, so you look back at Jaehyun.
He smiles once more, and it’s contagious. You stop yourself from smiling, only because you were too anxious. 
“So,” Jaehyung begins. “First and foremost. You passed out drunk and I didn’t know what to do. So I took you home because I didn’t want those pervs touching you. My friend’s mate-uh, girlfriend, changed you into my shirt when she saw you, as she figured it wouldn’t have been comfortable. I stayed with you because I didn’t want you getting sick and throwing up and choking. I slept shirtless, but I was wearing pants. I swear. And you were the one who cuddled up to me in your sleep, so that just kind of happened on its own.” 
You stare at him blankly, taking in his words and judging the honesty behind them. 
“So you didn’t rape her?” Yeri asks for you, gently giving your hand a squeeze. 
If it weren’t crazy, you would have sworn his eyes flashed red. 
“I didn’t lay a finger on her like that. I would never harm her.” Jaehyun says, and you feel the sincerity in his words. “I’d rather hurt myself.” 
You give him a sideways glance, confused as to why he felt so strongly for you. He was being extremely altruistic, and it surprises you.
“Do you say that to every girl?” you ask. 
He shakes his head, looking away bashfully. “No,” he admits. “But, if you don’t mind, I’d really like to start over with you. You’re… well, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. And you must be a wonderful person since you willingly met with me after that misunderstanding.” 
Before Yeri can stop you, or before you can even fully process what you say, you respond. “Yes, I’d like that.” 
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eenwens · 5 years
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Scenes We Needed (Liv coming home from Spain)
Sorry so many stories end with them in bed, but Noliv in bed being all cute and shit is kinda my kink. This isn’t my best, but here you are.
King’s Day is a blast like usual. All around her people are dancing, laughing and genuinely having a great time. Liv smiles as she watches Ralph and Isa take back shots and giggle as they dance in circles.
Liv knows she should be enjoying herself. She was so happy to get back home. She loves her parents, but a week with them is truly all she can take. She also knows deep down the other reason she’s so far away mentally. She can’t stop thinking about an adorable wack painter kid. She had been thinking about him and replaying their scorching first kiss in her mind continuously for the past couple of days. Without thinking she starts to walk texting Ralph she’ll be home in the morning and she loves him before turning off her cell so he can’t call her and asks a bunch of questions.
She walks without planning, her body moving on auto pilot. After awhile Liv stops in front of his place, anticipation racing through her veins, her heart hammering in her chest. Taking a deep breath she reaches out and pounds on the door. She can’t contain the smile on her face when Noah opens the door standing only a few feet in front of her. Finally, he is close enough to touch.
He looks positively adorable in loose blue jeans and a light pink sweater. His hair is unruly and loose curls drop onto his forehead. A huge smile appears on his handsome face and dimples sink in both of his cheeks.
“Hey! How was-“
She doesn’t even let him finish his sentence. She isn’t in the mood for small talk, not now. Stepping forward she launches herself into his arms, her mouth crashing down on his before he can even prepare. But in true Noah fashion it doesn’t take long for him to respond. She hears him growl deep in his throat as he wraps his arms around her and their tongues meet. Picking her slightly off the ground he spins her around and kicks the door shut behind them. He has her up against the wall in seconds and Liv moans out loud when he rips his mouth from hers to trail kisses down the side of her throat. His hungry lips meet hers again at the same time his hands reach down and cup her bottom.
Liv is in heaven. She has been missing his mouth and his smell and his hands for seven long days. She feels like she will never get enough. Then, out of the blue, Noah places his hands on her hips and pushes her away. Panting for breath his eyes still closed, he rests his forehead against hers.
“What’s wrong?” Liv asks confused.
“Nothing’s wrong. We should just slow down is all.”
He opens up those baby blues and smiles at her. He kisses the tip of her nose and steps back. Liv immediately misses him. But she breathes a giant sigh of relief. He just wants to slow down, he hasn’t lost interest in her like she instantly feared.
“Hungry?” He asks taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen.
“I could eat,” Liv says climbing onto the stool at the adjacent counter.
For a few minutes she watches him pull an array of veggies from the refrigerator. He places them on a chopping block and she’s almost transfixed when he begins dicing them at lightning speed.
“I didn’t know you could cook.”she says after watching in amazement for another minute.
“Well, I’m no chef, but I’m here alone a lot so I kinda had to learn. There’s only so much takeout even I can stomach.”
“You stay in the big house by yourself?”
“It’s me and my older brother, but he’s barely ever here.”
She wonders about the relationship he has with his brother. She remembers him saying he wasn’t trustworthy and he would tell her why another time.
“What about your father?”
He’s quiet for a minute as he dumps the vegetables into a small pan and begins to stir fry them. There’s a long pause as he stares down at the pan. There is this look on his face that she can’t seem to read.
“Dad travels a lot for business. He has places all over the world. He’d rather stay in those with his new child bride then come here.”
“Sorry,” Liv winces instantly regretting her question.
“Don’t be, it’s ok. I’m used to it. What about you? Why do you live with two guys?”
Liv pretends she doesn’t notice the abrupt change of subject. He obviously doesn’t want to talk about his dad or brother and she isn’t going to push it.
“My parents live in Spain. I came to live with Ralph and Jayden so I could finish school here.”
“You miss them?”
“Sometimes, but it’s better this way. I love living with the boys and my parents love Spain.”
They talk a little more about how she loves living with the guys and having Esra close. How they have become her own little family here. He places a smoking plate of Stamppot in front of her and her stomach rumbles in appreciation.
They eat their meal by candlelight, Liv smiling when Noah pours her apple juice instead of wine. After they finish they plop down on the living room couch and talk and laugh for hours. When they look up at the clock on the wall they realize it’s well past three in the morning.
“You staying the night?” He asks hopefully.
Liv pauses with her answer. She wants to stay. She’s been thinking about being in his bed again all week. This time she’d be able to actually hold him and fall asleep in his arms. All of the things she wanted to do the first time but didn’t dare. But she has to make one thing clear with him first.
“I don’t want to have sex,” she blurts out of nowhere when he’s halfway up the stairs.
Noah turns around slowly, a slight confused look on his face. She can see him trying with all of his might not to smile.
“I mean, I want to have sex. Eventually. Just not tonight.”
“You are so cute.” He says his smile finally breaking through.
“I’m serious, Noah,” she says chewing on her bottom lip nervously.
Without a word, he reaches forward and grabs her hand. He gently pulls her up the stairs and into his bedroom closing the door behind them. They sit down on his bed side by side, their fingers still entwined. Liv looks down and smiles at his pale perfect skin holding her tawny colored hand.
“I really just want to hold you and sleep, I swear.”
She looks up to meet his gaze and sees seriousness there in the swirls of silver and Caribbean blue.
“Okay,” She says a smile lighting up her face.
Noah goes to stand up and she yanks him back down. She gives him a deep kiss, raking her fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He pulls back after a minute or so and gives the top of her head a soft kiss. He takes a plain white tee out his drawer and hands it to her.
He starts to strip down to his boxers just like the last time. Liv looks him dead in the eye and peels off her own top. She smiles when Noah’s eyes drop to her black bra. She raises an eyebrow at him as she pops the button on her jeans and pulls them off as well. She boldly stands there in nothing but her bra and matching boy short panties.
“You’re killing me,” He says smiling.
“I’m just showing you that I trust you.”
“And I appreciate it. It’s still killing me.”
Liv smiles back before pulling his tee over her head. It smells just like him and she inhales deep. They climb into his bed at the same time, but this time when he rolls on his back she climbs into his arms and he wraps them around her. She kisses the side of his neck and feels herself drifting off to sleep. This is it. This is what it feels like to be so happy with someone you feel like you’re dreaming. She doesn’t know exactly where this is going between them but she knows that she never wants this feeling to end.
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