#he just likes the free attention and Rain knows it too lol

[thelampisaflashlight]

Dew, whining: -laying face down on the carpet in the common room-

Cumulus, patting his back: "Aw, buddy, he didn't mean it in bad way..." -shushing him- "Poor baby... Aww..."

Swiss, walking in from the kitchen: "What's going on here?"

Cumulus, still patting Dew: "Rain called him a hot water bottle." -gestures to Rain, who shrugs-

Swiss, glances at Rain: "..." -looks down at Dew- "...I mean-"

Cumulus, pointedly: "Swiss."

Swiss, holds his hands up: "I'm just saying, Rain's not wrong-"

Dew: -makes a sad little noise- "I'm not a water bottle..."

Swiss, pauses: -crouches down and pats Dew's back with Cumulus- "Aw, poor guy... Yeah, you're not a water bottle, I'm sorry."

Rain: "Yeah, now that I think about it, he's more like a warm bowl of condensed soup, but twice as salty-"

Swiss and Cumulus: "DUDE!"

#Lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #ghost band #the band ghost #cumulus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #sometimes ya gotta let Rain bully Dew a little #Dew doesn't actually care what Rain said #he just likes the free attention and Rain knows it too lol #It's all a plot to get more pats

[kivino]

OUT OF THE SHADOWS I || SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY X SHADOW!GN!READER

Word counter – ~6.9k words

Tags/Warnings – Gn!Reader, Shadow!Reader (it’s not for long lol, don’t get your hopes up), murder of civilians/corpses/blood mentioned, physical fights, reader likes to throw fists, Reader’s callsign is Bug to pay tribute to my original idea.

Summary – After the betrayal of Task Force 141 and the slaughter of civilians in Las Almas you decide to leave Shadow Company on the spot, which works out sideways, leaving you with simmering hate towards the man whom you used to look up to and new interesting figures in your life. 

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a/n after the fic because they’re too long. but just know that this is the first chapter of the series, feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part. enjoy!

Everything was calm. The sound of rain covering up the murmur of trucks helped you wind down after the adrenaline rush, and a sense of accomplishment for a job well done swelled in your chest. You already anticipated a long sleep and maybe a night out with your friends when you’re back home from the job. Maybe you’d even get a bonus from Graves and buy something nice for yourself. 

In all honesty, you didn’t even mind being crammed into the backseat along with those 141 guys. Working with them was a pleasure and they seemed like an interesting sort of crowd. Especially that man with the skull mask. Ghost, was it? He certainly attracted your attention the most, with his huge size, booming voice, and undeniable skill in what he did. You were willing to admit that the way he took out the enemies with ease and swiftness was mesmerizing.  And…your train of thought that consisted of pure fascination was interrupted by the abrupt stop of the convoy in front of the base gate. 

Everything was calm until you were surrounded by shouting and then eventual gunshots, along with muffled screams of your brothers in arms. You didn’t understand how it all escalated so fast. One moment you were sure about Shadow Company and Task Force 141 being on the same side, but now you didn’t know what to think of it all. And from Graves' words, it was apparent that Shepherd was behind this too. So naturally you, and many other shadows, the lower ranks, had no fucking clue what all of this was about. One would care to tell a mindless weapon where to shoot, but not why. Blood rushed through your veins and pulsed in your ears, turning the pleasant buzz in your body into strained sharpness. You hurriedly pulled up the rear sight to your eye level. Two bodies dropped to the wet asphalt with soft thuds right in front of you. You felt your heart sink right down to your feet. Instead of firing your shots, you hesitated, backing out to hide behind the bumper of the truck, while hearing agitated, aggressive shouts. You weren’t able to tell who was shouting. So, you leaned out and felt yourself freeze in place. 

And there he is. Ghost, eyes locked right on you. He sure has a…strong presence. And instead of shooting you he just…looks. You don’t like the stupid flowery language, but in this split second, it really feels like he is staring right into your soul. Or like someone is sticking metal rods right through your chest, with how hard breathing becomes in an instant. 

You knew that if you were to shoot him right now, you’d never forgive yourself, all because you were kept in the dark about the whole thing Graves had planned. And you were not willing to get blood on your hands because of some “mistake”. If you pull the trigger, there will be one less person who’s able to make a change. One less person who’ll be willing to get their hands dirty and save people. 

So, you lower the muzzle of your rifle and nod to the side, urging him to start his getaway, before other Shadows and Graves decide to check the perimeter. You see his dark eyes blink, or at least you think you do before he disappears into the darkness. Like he was never there in the first place.

In the end, you didn’t get even a single scratch. Three other Shadows were K.I.A.

Your head buzzed with so many different questions you wanted to ask Graves, and more importantly, the guilt you felt from whatever happened in front of the threshold. You had no idea what happened with that Los Vaquero base or what was up with your CO, while you were escorting him and those 141 guys along with several other Shadows for this mission. Why was he taking it? What was he even thinking? You wanted to pull out your hair and claw out your eyes just thinking about all of it. Which, you weren’t paid to do, but that didn’t mean you weren’t concerned with the moral side of things. Unlike the majority of the Shadows, as you came to find out.

Confusion bubbled up inside of your mind, eyes burned by the white synthetic light of the gate when you looked up at it just to feel something aside from sheer distress and bewilderment. You didn’t want to believe that your Commander was the type of person to sell himself out, and you didn’t expect him to be, from all the time spent working with him. The man was nothing short of likable and friendly, with his beaming smile, confident attitude, and outgoing way of communicating… a natural-born leader, that was the first thing that came to mind when you thought about your boss. And with how Graves treated you and all other Shadows like you were more than just his employees, the realization was even more painful. Of course, you didn’t want to think about how he could so easily turn his back on people who trusted him.

It raised many questions in your mind about the price of his word, as well as made your stomach churn with acidic, flesh-eating poison full of doubt and suspicion. If it was so easy for your CO to cut out the men someone he told you all to think of as your brothers, then how long will it be before he sells you and other shadows out for…whatever was offered to him? 

“Find ‘em!” Graves barks and your chest swells with bitter disappointment. You thought you knew him before (as much as a subordinate can know their superior), but how can you even begin to understand him now?

You hear Shadows mutter a quiet “Yup-yup”, more to themselves than to your CO, and you could almost feel the doubt settle over them in a thick, transparent blanket. From the conversations you can pick up on while Graves is out of earshot, you guess that some of them don’t think betraying the 141 guys and trying to hunt the two of them down is the right thing to do. But it didn’t seem like they were going to do anything about it though. You, however, want to help. You know that it’s not right, so…screw it. You can always find another job, and if it comes down to it, 141 seem like an okay sort of people, the type that would have your back if you had theirs. At least, you have hope for it.

So maybe you could hold out until they come back for Los Vaqueros. And you were certain they’d do that, no way they’d abandon all these men. You haven’t seen how the things were on said base that was taken from them, but you were certain you could do more on the inside than if you were to leave right now. Maybe you could break Colonel out of there, or help the Task Force sneak in, you were sure they could use any help from you. 

That was the plan before you saw what Shadow Company did to Las Almas.

The picture that Shadows were painting with innocent blood on the rainy landscape was horrifying, to say the least. The metallic smell hit your nose the moment you jumped out of the truck right onto the flooded pavement. That was the exact moment when you realized you couldn’t stay with Shadows any longer. You were supposed to help these people. It was your job. Instead, you felt filthier than the dirt on your boots. Traitor. Backstabber. You choked on your breath behind the mask each time you noticed the bodies of the victims in every dark corner of the city, nausea coming up your throat when you could see rivers of crimson streaming down the road and right into the sewers. Your Shadow Company patch felt like the mark of a killer, etched into your skin permanently, instead of just being part of your uniform.

Limp bodies that didn’t even have the time to grow cold yet, scattered around warm homes. Some of the killed were probably already in their beds sleeping, coming back from work, watching TV, or cooking dinner when they got dragged out under the rain and massacred…Everything felt like a blur, your thoughts were a jumbled mess of whys, while you were led further into the town, to continue the revolting, disgusting crimes of your brothers-in-arms. You couldn’t stand to spend another minute in here. You need to get out before you do something you’ll never be able to forgive yourself for. You were many things, but you were not willing to go that far. Not here, not anywhere. 

“Hey. Where’s Graves?” You tap another Shadow, your “close colleague” with a callsign Kruk, on the shoulder. He turns to you, while you see several other soldiers passing by, yellow streetlights barely illuminating their swiftly moving figures. You knew why it was hard for you to even look in their direction. Kruk points towards the building to the left of you two and croaks something about “briefing the rookies”. You nod and thank him, stumbling in the general direction he pointed you to. 

“Commander, with all due respect, I think it’s time for you to discharge me.” You only came to your senses when you stood in front of your CO in the cramped space of someone’s living room. Wallpaper, creamy in color, dulled lights, tons of decorative cushions on the couch… Your voice is quiet, but firm, not leaving any space for compromise when you speak up to the blond man, and your politeness is as fake as this copy of “Guernica” you could see hanging on the wall. Blood pulses in your ears. You want to leave, you want out. Out of here.

“Bug, now’s not the time for jokes, I need you on the field now. We’ve got our orders.” Graves barely raises his eyes from tapping something on the tablet, that usual scowl that you got used to present on his face. His actions are as ugly as he is. Him not taking you seriously sure does a number on your confidence. But that only reassures you in your decision. You need out. 

“Do I look like I’m joking? I’m leaving, because I don’t think what we’re doing is right.” You try to stay calm, you really do. But how can you, when out of something so vile he makes a joke? Makes all these people a sick joke.

A crease lies between your brows, and shadows falling over your eyes make your face look similar to a carved statue. Before talking to Graves, you decided to take off the eyewear that obscures your face and pull down the thin mask, the signatures for Shadows who are lower in the chain of command. You’re the faceless sort, after all.  “And I don’t think you know your place.” You’re instantly taken aback by his sudden outburst, but you don’t let it show. “I point and you shoot. I sign your paychecks, Bug, and you take them.” You feel something inside of you flinch at the way he mutters your callsign. “I’m in charge. You don’t have a say in what we do.” With each statement, his gloved finger points from him to you, making the rage and frustration boil inside of your chest. You trusted Graves and he led all of your colleagues, along with you to dragging out unarmed, innocent people in the dead of night out of their houses on their streets and executing them. Hell of a leader he is. 

“Well, I’m stepping down. If that’s what we do, I don’t want to take part in it.” You wanted to tell him a lot more, give Graves a piece of your mind on war crimes and killing people in their own homes. On how drowning Las Almas in blood won’t fix whatever the fuck he was trying to fix right now. Instead, you kept it to yourself, tightening your fists just so you didn’t spit in his face or punch him.

“You’re putting a target on your back. Do you not understand how what you’re saying makes you look?” Graves leans in closer to you, the low volume of his voice making it even more threatening, similar to the hissing of a snake. Give him a minute and he will start spewing real venom right in your face. 

“You know that whatever you’re thinking is not true.” To be completely honest, you didn’t care what he thought right now. Graves’ mind and morals were clearly in the wrong place if he considered all this bloodshed justified. 

“Do I really? A moment ago I was sure that you were my subordinate, now I’m not even sure what to make of you.” You’re barely able to resist rolling your eyes at this. Your heart is picking up the pace with each minute. Getting more and more desperate to leave your body altogether, just so you don’t have to listen to his bullshit any longer. You wish it was that easy.

“I’m not taking orders from you. Not anymore.” Saying this took a lot more out of you than you expected, you felt your chest tremble when you met your CO’s eyes.

“Well, would you just look at that, you happen to be a fan of our local drug lord too?” If eyes could kill, Graves would’ve dropped dead right this moment. He smiles, his sharp canines peeking from under his top lip. He knows he’s making your skin crawl and your stomach flip from this interaction, which, if you’re lucky, would be the last for the two of you. “Helping the cartel and corrupt police won’t look too good on your resume”

“I see you’re just making it up as you go.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you held in your chest. Shaky. Uneven. Infuriated. Your eyes are drilling Graves’, a deep frown between them as proof of how much you despise him now, for the baseless assumption too. After a moment of silence, you add. “You know what my stance on this is. Whether I get your approval or not, I’m leaving.” Graves finally withdraws from your personal space, sliding the palm over his face with a heavy sigh, as his lips tighten into a thin line. You knew that this combination meant he was trying to calm down. After a moment of silence, he speaks up again. 

“Look, Bug, you’re a smart kid and frankly, I like you.” he makes a short pause, sighing. “So, I’ll give you a fighting chance. Five minutes – if you’re not out of the city, then you’re a target.” He wasn’t that fucking courteous with the civilians that lay dead a few meters away. Shot on sight. Without any questions. You grit your teeth.

What are you supposed to do with that? Those five minutes didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, most likely, you’ll be rotting in the ditch somewhere shortly after your time runs out - too little to get out of the city or find the Task Force you so desperately wanted to help. Graves won’t leave any witnesses. And you are one. He knows it’s not going to be easy for you to just turn on the Shadows like that too, even though you despised what they were doing while following his orders. They still were your family. Dysfunctional and disproportionately big, but family, nonetheless. Even if they deserved it for their lack of action to prevent what was happening now, you don’t turn on your family like that. What he’s doing is forcing your hand.

Regardless, you have no choice but to take Graves up on his last “generous” offer.

“What are you waiting for, hm? Get out of here while you can.” You didn’t need to be told that twice. So, still balancing your rifle on your arm, your free hand reaches for that patch on your shoulder. Tearing it off in a quick motion makes the sound of Velcro strips snapping open almost echo from how quiet it is. It felt like a whole mountain dropped off of your shoulders when you threw the patch on the ground and stormed out of the building right into the pouring rain.

You felt goosebumps and tremors creeping up your spine as you ran through the dark streets, getting more and more soaked with each second. You didn’t feel much better though. The resentment for Graves grew each second, with all the steps that sent ripples on the surface of the deep puddles, and every raindrop that fell from the copper-colored clouds. But now wasn’t the time to wallow in your misery. Although you wanted to. It did feel like the loss of a person you used to know, of someone you looked up to. The only thing is, he was still living and breathing, and the only thing that died was that idealized image of him in your head. 

There was a cold hollowness somewhere in your chest. Gaping with the darkness that, and you were sure of it, will eat you alive soon enough. Even though you backed out of the Shadow company, it won’t bring back all the people who are not here anymore. You won’t fix it, no matter how hard you try. That bitter guilt snaked its way into the back of your mind and it was there to help stay. 

You managed to pull yourself out of this to make things right. But why do you feel so helpless still?

Your footsteps get faster and faster, as you maneuver through the narrow alleyways, staying out of the range your former colleagues were in. It was easy to hear them, gunshots and voices echoed throughout the city in a weird cacophony that your ears got used to after a long time working for the Shadow Company. They were not afraid, probably feeling like masters here. Somebody has to give them a scare, you thought. So they know better in the future. But it wasn’t your job at the moment. Right now, you needed to get out and do it as soon as possible.

Stopping and coming up with any sort of plan that would help you was not an option - hang in somewhere for too long and you’ll be found. And you were sure you wouldn’t be shown any mercy. 

So instead of staying on the street, where you can be easily spotted with the help of the dim light of a flashlight, you decide to alternate between the corridors of empty homes, with doors wide open for anyone seeking shelter, and the maze of alleyways crawling with Shadows. It felt wrong, invading someone’s homes like this, but you knew if they were unlocked and lights beamed around them, giving out a warm glow the inhabitants were most likely not coming back.

You felt that tingle on the nape of your neck, ready to hide or flee in case you heard any sudden movement from any direction. It’s dead quiet, except for occasional radio talk from the shadows, which you tried to listen in on when you could. It didn’t give you much on where 141 could be. You would start losing hope if you had any left after Graves. But you continue your search nonetheless, reflexes instead of thinking, pure determination instead of hope, and fire in your veins, instead of blood.

That is until you quietly step inside another warm hallway, and you’re met with a wide-eyed stare from another Shadow that makes you freeze like a deer in the headlights. Something inside of you starts to churn with terror from the looming understanding – only one of you will walk out of here alive. Your eyes trail down to the raven patch on his tac vest. It’s Kruk. You want to ask what he is doing here, but you already feel his gaze studying you too. And as soon as he sees that the Shadow Company patch is missing from your uniform, the muzzle of his rifle points right at you. Fucking shit.

“Drop your gun, Kruk!” You warn the man, pointing the weapon in his direction too. He only shakes his head, refusing to stand down. With each second air is laced with tension more and more, you were sure that soon enough it’ll be so thick even a knife wouldn’t cut through it.

“You drop yours first.” His voice is shaky and unsure like he can’t believe what he’s doing right now either. “Commander gave us an order. You’re an enemy now too, Bug. Better get used to it.” Kruk started slowly approaching you, while pulling something out of the bag, strapped on his hip.

“Oh, fuck that!” You swing towards Kruk, trying to approach him in your momentary rage, but you’re immediately met with the warning “Don’t” from Kruk, who doesn’t stand down. “You know what they’re doing here. It doesn’t matter to you?” The man is silent. You don’t see his face behind his mask, so you’re left with even more questions instead of answers. Regardless of what he was thinking right now, you didn’t want to hurt him. So, you bend down and put your rifle on the ground with a quiet clack. If he needs a gesture of goodwill, he can have it. “Your turn.” Kruk only shakes his head.

“Turn around.” So, it was a mistake to trust him. Naturally. Your gullibility will be your downfall. You can almost feel the bitter taste spread inside of your mouth when you look at Kruk. Fucking asshole. But you comply, although reluctantly. He grabs you roughly by the wrists with one hand and by the neck with another, leading you toward what looks like a kitchen in the dim lights falling through the doorway. You get lowered on your knees and then pressed into the dirty floor. And it hits right then and there. He’s going to execute you. Oh, shit, shit, shit.

“You know that I don’t want to do this.” He says quietly so that any shadows passing by don’t hear him. You feel your heartbeat shake your whole body and nausea so intense like you are on the verge of throwing up all of your internal organs, but giving up is just not an option right now. So, you try to prevent him from tying your hands together with all the strength you have.

“Then don’t fucking do it!” He does not answer this as you continue squirming in his hold, trying to make it as hard as possible for him to restrain you. He only grunts but keeps a firm grip. Your head was a mess, you thought Shadows were a family. But all it took was one order from Graves, now they’re scouring the town like damn bloodhounds for you too.

“Get…off of me!” You grit through your teeth. You feel a zip tie slide over your hands and turn your head. The rifle he previously held in his hands was gone, probably so he could tie you up properly, so you take your chance and deliver a hard kick to Kruk’s stomach. He chokes out a pained gasp and finally lets go of your hands. You scurry to get up from the floor with wide smears of rainwater and dirt decorating it, but you get grabbed by the leg, which causes you to stumble and fall once again. You turn your head and kick Kruk with all your might, while attempting to take off the zip tie off your wrists, which, thankfully, he didn’t have the time to close.

You manage to shake the man off of you, as you scramble to your feet, knocking over a corner table with some decorations on it. Yet when you see Kruk fumbling with his hip holster you immediately tackle him to the ground, which causes him to drop the handgun. The whole fight is just a mess, nothing but blinding rage is pulsing in your temples, melting your bones and muscles into something no better than an animal. You get up again, while Kruk is on the floor, searching for the handgun in the darkness. You feel the heavy metal press against your boot and you kick it behind you. You hear it slide across the floor and here it is. Kruk’s eyes, are directed right at you. His hands claw at your leg, trying to drag you down to the floor. And then you black out completely. Kicking, punching, pained wheezes and screams are all you hear, a stuffy abyss with little to no specks of light surrounding you.

You come back to your senses when you don’t feel the familiar weight of your handgun pressing against your hip and then you see it again. Kruk managed to grab it while you were in your anger-induced frenzy. Everything around you slows down. His shaky fingers pull on the safety, but you reach out and grab his hands, pulling them up, not letting him aim at you. Kruk grunts and you see his eyes focused on you in fear, and desperation, as he tries to overpower you in the struggle. You see his weakened state, but the self-preservation is stronger than any compassion towards him at the moment. Kruk will take your life if you don’t take his. That’s just the gist of it. You can’t let him walk away.

Your hands tremble when he manages to overpower you momentarily, but it’s all in vain when you press the handgun harder and harder into his frame, feeling his hands start to yield more and more with each second, strength leaving him. The fear in his eyes is directed at you and only you, but you try not to look. The muzzle of your gun is pressed snugly under his chin. Your gaze trails to his eyes once again. They burn you with terror. Your fingers hook around the trigger guard. You hear a faint whisper.

“Please…”

Gunshot rings in your ears for another second, despite the earmuffs in your helmet.

“Fuck! Fuck…I’m so sorry…I’m sorry.” It all came crashing down on you in one moment. You wouldn’t feel guilty if it was the enemy, you wouldn’t care. He was an enemy now, so why do you feel so guilty, why is it starting to corrode and eat you alive even more? Your palms cover the profusely bleeding gunshot wound, going through his neck and cranium, hot blood pouring out with impossible speed, staining your hands, gear, and skin. Staining your whole being. How could you do something like this? Shadows are family. Killing an unarmed man who’s pleading for his life?

You’re no better than Graves.

The gunshot alerts the Shadows and they start scurrying around on the street. You have no time to mourn Kruk or search for your rifle in the dark, so you yank your handgun out of his hands which only started succumbing to rigor mortis, and sprint out the backdoor, desperately attempting to get away. You can feel your heartbeat booming in your ears, wet hair sticking to the nape of your neck, as you hear distant commotion and a chase stirring behind you, as you dart inside another building and run through the hallways, searching for a way out.

Back on the street, rain droplets are so cold that it feels like they’re splitting your skin open, you can barely feel the pain in your ankle from adrenaline pumping through your blood flow. You start slipping on the slick pavement, but you still refuse to stop, diving inside another doorway. Your head hurts, your lungs feel like they are about to explode, and you think you stepped into a puddle of someone’s blood. No time to ram through the locked door, so you jumped out of the second-story window and landed on your foot, twisting it in the process and swallowing the sob that welled up in your throat. You needed to move.

That bought you some time to get up and dip into the dark alleyway before you heard the loud footsteps approaching the window that you used to escape. You let out a heavy exhale, propping your back against the cold stone. You’re not completely safe, but…that’s better than nothing. The commotion of shadows quiets down and you hear it become more and more distant with each second. 

After a moment of silence, you continue moving, albeit slowly, trying to get used to the hot pulsing in your leg, that shot up right through your nerves with each step you tried to take. You wince and whine in pain, dragging your leg behind, grabbing at the moist stone walls, clinging to them for any sort of support. However, it’s not much of a help. 

Your escape is cut short when your legs finally give out, causing you to stumble and fall while crossing the church garden. Although it probably looked magical in the daylight, right now it was far from it, the smell of metal and smoke still lacing the darkness. You already feel your ankle swelling and some bruises forming under all your gear. You see the lights on the exterior of the church blend into the ribbon of lights and shadows and the thought crosses your mind. You can hide there.

You almost fly up the stairs despite the hurting leg, fumbling with the door for a second, before it creaks open. You shuffle inside with light steps and close the door behind you as quietly as you can. Your knees tremble as you slide down the cold wall and crawl further inside the building, barely feeling any strength left in you. God, you are so drained. Strained gasps are ripped out of your throat every second. You want nothing more than to lie down right there in this church and just let the darkness overtake you in a peaceful slumber. That would be so easy.

Your calm moment is interrupted by someone yanking you up on your feet, to which you let out a surprised yelp. You can’t see the person, but you can feel their hands tugging on your gear roughly and dragging you somewhere. It takes you a second to weigh your pretty limited options given the fact it’s so dark that you are barely able to make out your surroundings. So, you decide to take this fight head on and your heavy boot comes down right on their foot, which prompts the person to grunt, revealing a pretty low male voice, and let go of you.

You tear out from his grasp and almost tumble down to the church floor, bunching up dust with your loud, uneven footsteps. Your back is hunched as you look up at the dark figure from under your eyebrows, ready to deflect any blows if he decides to attack first. You stay silent, feeling like a cornered animal in his presence, small, feeble. Weak. Of course, you were at a disadvantage here, taking a beating, running from Shadows, twisting your ankle, and losing your rifle certainly didn’t help your chances to win, but you were ready to claw your way out of here with your bare hands, breaking your nails and skinning your hands if you had to.

But any punches or kicks you try to land the man easily deflects or blocks, not trying to attack or overpower you however, opting to just take up the defensive position in the fight. Which is, admittedly, a lot easier than taking the offensive one. Maybe he was aiming to exhaust you and then, when you are at your lowest point, he would attack. That seemed like a solid tactic, but you don’t want to let that happen. However, before you can think of anything you end up rolling with the man on the floor. You can hear him huff in frustration and exertion, the wood pressing harshly against your ribs and all the bruises on your lower body pulsing with pain.

After some struggle, however, you managed to tackle the man to the ground, pressing him down to the floor with your weight. Your hands snaked their way onto his neck as you glared at him, resisting the urge to bare your teeth akin to a stray, abused, and betrayed dog, crawling with fleas and parasites. Choking him out obviously wasn’t a nice thing to do, but you were trying to send a message here, that if you continue being followed, you will use your strength. If violence was the only language Shadows understood (and that’s who you believe the man was) then you were ready to become fluent.

“I swear, I’ll fucking kill you!” You press him into the floor harder, hands squeezing the man’s throat, your vision going blurry. You feel his hands grasp at your wrists, but he does not resist. Why is he not trying to shake you off? Why is he letting you choke him like this? Why is he not fighting back? 

“Let go, Bug.” The man’s voice is strained, but familiar, he whispers through his closed jaw. You can hear the way his throat tenses up, or his Adam’s apple bobs under your thick gloves, the warmth of his skin, and the moisture that seeped into the mask. Mask. More light falls through the window thanks to the momentary flicker of the streetlight. Skull. Eight lines on his chin, two on the forehead. Dark brown eyes.

Your hands shoot up like his neck is on fire. Guilt settles in your gut and your throat, pulling you in like you’re some puppet with no free will. You try to get up from the man’s midsection but tumble down on your side from trying to do it too quickly. It’s Ghost. How the hell did you not recognize Ghost?

“I’m sorry. I’m not…myself right now.” You were now sitting on the floor, palms resting on your face, wet from the rain, skin burning up, either trying to regulate the temperature or from all the exertion. Either way, it didn’t matter right now.

“Yeah, you made it pretty obvious.” Ghost coughs, trying to shake off your attempt to cut off his air circulation just seconds ago, as he gets up from his lying position. “At least now I know you’ve got a good grip.” He lets out a deep chuckle which only earns him an eyebrow raise from you. He was joking at a time like this? Must’ve hit his head pretty hard too.

“I could’ve choked you. Why did you not fight back more?” You were royally confused about that. He could’ve stopped the fight before it even began and avoided some bruises along with the sore neck if he just told you who he was or fought back. But he didn’t.

Ghost wants to say something, but stops himself right after opening his mouth. You see it in the way he looks at you. The pause stretches for an endless amount of time and you feel your skin crawling with anxiety while his eyes study your face.

“I was going easy on ya.” Ghost says in a rather blunt manner, which didn’t answer that many of your questions. Well, if he was going easy, he should’ve been at least going at you, which wasn’t true – you saw him only defending himself and blocking some of your blows. Did he?.. Was he trying not to hurt you? Okay, the more you thought about it, the wilder it sounded. Maybe you should just drop it. “I don’t suppose you came here to wash your sins away.” You want to scoff from the bad taste. “Lil’ birdie told me you ditched the Shadows. Any particular reason why?” The man inquires, turning to you. Sitting like this on the floor with him felt unusual, like some sort of weird church sleepover. Give Ghost a minute and he’ll bring you some ice cream so you two can watch some wacky TV shows together.

“Did your little birdie also tell you that Graves is hunting me down too?” You ask while pulling your drenched mask over your face. It brought some comfort and familiarity that were gone the moment you spoke to your CO in that living room. And, well, it would be awkward if Ghost was the only one in the mask.

“I guessed by the gunshots, some racket, and a horde of Shadows taking a night run through the neighborhood close by.” The man chuckles and you feel your face burn up in embarrassment under your mask. You try not to let it show, however. You knew that it wasn’t a very sleek move that you pulled with Kruk, but you were desperate and you didn’t need motherfucking Ghost telling you it was stupid. 

“You’re just hilarious. Is that how you became a lieutenant, by cracking jokes left and right?” You roll your eyes and hope he won’t notice it in the darkness. This banter was pointless, you knew it but…you needed it. It was not easy losing something familiar, so you desperately wanted to feel that camaraderie you experienced in the Shadows.

“You’ll find out once you’re a lieutenant yourself.” And Ghost indulges you. Which, you are thankful for. Isn’t such a scary guy after all, huh?

“Yeah, if I’m alive long enough.” You scoff at his concealed attempt to comfort and reassure you, but you can’t help that warm feeling in your chest. Weird.

“Well, you’ve already surpassed my expectations by staying alive until now.” The man stands up from the floor with a low grunt, pressing an arm around his midsection, right around where you might’ve pinned him to the floor with your body. “Let’s make sure it lasts, eh?” He extends a gloved hand toward you in an open, inviting gesture. Your eyes trail over his huge figure and land on specks of light in his eyes.

His eye black is all smudged and messy.

You have to shake off the sudden thought, observation too close and intimate for your liking, as you grab him by the forearm, trying to ignore the way your skin burns up when you feel his warmth through his gear. Ghost pulls you up to your feet, but doesn’t let go of your arm once you’re up. You don’t let go either. The silence rings in your ears. God, he’s so warm.

 “Are you like a human furnace or something?” You joke to fill the excruciating silence. Which you immediately regret. You wish it wasn’t so dark so you could see just how his face stretched the fabric of a skull mask, which you clearly heard happen by a small shuffle very close to you. Who knows, maybe he cracked a smile?

“Why? Need someone to warm you up at night?” Okay, this is terrible and stupid, and so damn corny, and why do you feel your cheeks grow hot and breath get stuck in your chest? Maybe that’s just how awful his jokes are. Ghost clears his throat and reluctantly lets go of your forearm, fingers still clinging to your sleeve as he pulls himself away too quickly for it to be something nonchalant or casual.

“So, are you answering my question, or do I have to use torture?” Fucking hell, his jokes are morbid. You almost forgot in those several hours you haven’t interacted with him. Although that would be quite hard, he leaves quite an impression, after all.

“Well, I suppose you’ve seen the…the civilians?” You can’t call them anything besides that. To call them corpses is to take away from their whole being. To call them dead would just be a lie. They were still alive in the walls of their homes, in the memories of their breathing relatives and friends, and in the pictures, their traces are everywhere. Ghost silently nods to your question, prompting you to continue. “Then here’s your reason.” You didn’t want to explain your feelings in great detail. And you didn’t feel the need to; you saw the compassion in his eyes. “Plus, the whole thing with the Los Vaqueros base.” If you saw Ghost’s face now you’d note how the expression darkened in a single moment. However, you do feel the temperature in the room fall several degrees lower, so you decide to joke again. “Pay wasn’t that good anyway, so…”

“Fair enough.” The man chuckles while rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll keep an eye on you though. Don’t think you can just waltz in here like this and be completely trusted.” Well, that’s understandable. If you were him you wouldn’t trust yourself either. Although you did hope that the mercy you’ve shown him earlier would influence his decision making. At least a little bit. “And you better toss that thing. Or else.” He points to the radio, still strapped to your tactical vest. You unclasp the device, detaching the small microphone that was holding on by a thread, and hand it to Ghost.

“You’re welcome to get rid of it for me.” And he doesn’t waste any time, dropping the radio on the ground, stomping on it so hard that the sound of it breaking echoes through the church. You assess the scraps of wires and plastic on the floor with a pitiful gaze, coming to a conclusion that you wouldn’t want to end up under Ghost’s boot. Or maybe you would, but under different circumstances. “Well, that’s…effective.”

“You good with the sniper rifle?” The man ignores your previous remark, immediately firing back with the question.  

“Decent.” You were a lot better in close quarters and preferred a more hands-on approach. But a sniper rifle wasn’t that bad. As long as he doesn’t ask you to use it without a scope.

“You’re on the lookout with me then. Don’t screw it up.”

Oh, you’re absolutely not going to.

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a/n – first of all, thank you for reading this fic, and if you enjoyed it, consider dropping me a comment, i’ll really appreciate it! SECOND OF ALL.  I’M NOT A GRAVES HATER, DON’T COME @ ME. segment with him also was written before the campaign release, so in case there are some inaccuracies with the plot/his character – let me know, so I can fix it. all of this is a huge rework of the series that I started but never posted. Originally, it was supposed to be Graves x Reader, but for multiple reasons, moral mostly, it didn’t quite sit right with me. So instead of letting 6k words first part that I’ve written and abandoned go to waste, I decided to remake it into something else here, based on the idea of @mockerycrow (ily you have such a big brain)! so yeah, that’s it for now!

#cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty mwii #call of duty x reader #cod mwii #ghost x reader #modern warfare ii #cod #mw2022 #mw2 2022 #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #mw2 ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley x gn!reader #ghost angst #simon riley angst

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Scar Tissue (Price x Trans Masc! Reader)

Contains: Tooth-rotting fluff, completely SFW, FTM reader intended but should be safe for masc leaning enbies too, 2nd person POV, reader has a singular double mastectomy scar as is very self conscious about it, ambiguous warm drink cuz I don’t like tea or coffee lol, \obnoxiously self indulgent in my opinion but I hope it resonates with others

A/n: Woof I’m nervous but I do really like how this turned out. It’s cute and it even made my partner blush despite him being cis lol also Price is your husband because it’s cute and I said so. Be gentle with this one, yeah?

Although this is safe for all ages, I ask minors please refrain from interacting with me and this post, and any other posts. This is a space for adults.

The night always made things tougher. Something about the quiet, the darkness, the otherwise calm atmosphere made it harder to chase away the more negative thoughts. Insecurities burned hot in the cold of night as you stood outside on the small veranda of your little English apartment in the crisp wintry air to try and chase them away. The rain had only just stopped pouring down in torrents. The sound of wet tires driving below you accompanied the familiar, gentle smell of rain. It was comforting. Not enough to dull the pain, unfortunately, but comforting still.

You didn’t pay attention to the time, doing so usually just stressed you out during these moments, so you hadn’t noticed how late it was until your husband had sidled up behind you with a warm mug he’d made just for you. He handed it to you silently. He learned a long time ago what being outside this long this late at night usually meant. He wrapped a warm arm around your chilled shoulders and gently pulled you against him. Finally, you started to slowly pull away from your negative thinking just long enough to quietly speak.

“Thank you,” was all you could manage, but Price didn’t mind. He knew that for you, your words carried more weight than they seemed on the surface.

He hummed in response, giving your shoulders a small squeeze to say ‘you’re welcome.’

“Doin’ alright?”

A playful glare was all your husband got in return. He was happy to see you at least still had the heart to joke a bit with him.

“Right. Stupid question. Sorry, love.”

Eventually, you’d take a sip from your mug. He always prepared your drinks to your preferences. It made your chest warm.

“Wanna talk about it?” He was looking at you now. That gentle expression always comforted you.

You shook your head and took another slow sip, “Just insecurities again. Nothing major, I’m fine.”

“That why you've been out here on the veranda staring out at nothing the past couple hours?”

You took another sip, electing to say nothing. You did make it extra noisy though, pulling a rumbling chuckle from Price’s chest in the process.

Eventually, he guided you inside. You were as cold as the dead when he’d gotten to you. He wanted to warm you up and, if you’d talk, he wanted to know what was wrong. Knowing it was an insecurity of yours narrowed it down, but not enough to pin it. He needed to know a bit more.

You sat on your small couch, Price quickly following you. He took your hand in his. The callouses that littered his palm and fingers were always grounding. You were certain if you were blindfolded and told to guess which hand belonged to him, you’d guess correctly without fail. You knew every dip and ridge in his skin like your own.

You’d finished your drink after a while. You sighed, leaning into your husband’s chest. His heartbeat never failed to help your mind quiet down a bit.

“Just my scar again…” you mumbled, lacing your fingers in with his.

He kissed his teeth, the clicking noise it made bringing you out of the beginning of another spiral, “What did I tell you ‘bout that, love? You know I think it’s perfect.”

“I know,” you said, tucking your head under his chin, “‘Fraid I don’t think the same way, is all.”

His free hand rose up to hold your head and he pressed a soft lingering kiss into your hair, “That’s why I’m here. To think that way for you. C’mon, then, on your back.”

You groaned, pretending your melancholy face hadn’t broken out into a small grin, as you were guided onto your back. Price hovered above you and lifted your shirt up to your collarbone, kissing slowly up your belly as he did so. His kisses finally reached the part of your chest you couldn’t feel anymore. The scar tissue had faded quite a bit, but it was still clearly visible. One straight line stretched across your ribcage. It was uneven, thicker in some places than others. When your clothes were on, you often forgot about it. But when they weren’t…

You couldn’t feel much of the kisses that your husband trailed across the scar. His beard would drag across the area around it, your body unsure if it tickled or itched, but you could only feel the pressure of his lips through the numb skin. Still, you looked down and watched as he worshiped the ugly line that ripped through your skin. It wasn’t neat, wasn’t typical, wasn’t the ideal, but Price always showed he never cared about that.

”It made you happy, yeah? All that matters, then,” is what he’d always say.

All those mean thoughts finally started to melt away as he continued to kiss along your chest, further up to your collarbone. He pulled your shirt down so he could kiss up your neck, across your jaw, and finally up to your mouth. You felt him grin against your lips. You suppressed an annoyed whine as he pulled away to look at you.

“Better?”

“A bit.”

“I can keep going.”

“Would you?”

You fell asleep on the couch with your shirt pulled up to your shoulders and Price’s lips against your scar.

#ftm reader #trans masc reader #masc nb reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #price x reader #john price x male reader #john price x ftm reader #captain price x male reader #capitain price x ftm reader #price x male reader #price x ftm reader

[cherri-balms]

popular girl reader x sal? maybe they’re seeing each other secretly and she’s kinda mean lol

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♥𝓢𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵♥

♥Getting Together♥

♥〉〉 This kind of reserved, mean exterior is nothing new to Sal, at least after having to deal with Travis picking on him for most of his high school life. So needless to say he's gotten a bit of practice in this department! ♥〉〉 The difference between you and Travis that Sal hadn't dealt with yet (and made it just a tad rougher to get to know you), was that Travis was very clearly a confused kid without a healthy way to deal with his problems at home. You, on the other hand, were a bit more complicated to read.

♥〉〉 It seemed like you had everything a teenager would want. Every guy seemed to want to be with you, and every girl wanted to be you. You had lots of friends, good grades, a beautiful figure, and the most envious trait:

♥〉〉 A beautiful face.

♥〉〉 He couldn't understand why someone like you felt the need to be so stand-offish toward everyone. Maybe you really were just as stuck up and entitled as some of his friends Larry say you are?

♥〉〉 All this together should've made him stop, to pull his hand away from the fire before he got burned... but the temptation of the potential warm comfort outweighed that logic.

♥〉〉 He really became a moth in your light. Sal wanted to get to know you with each interaction, but not the intimidating [y/n] everyone had put up on a pedestal. Rather, he found you to be a rather tricky puzzle he couldn't put down until he solved it once and for all.

♥〉〉 Sal wasn't surprised his hardest challenge was just being able to get your attention. This was the other big difference between you and Travis: Where Travis went out of his way to get a rise out of Sal, you either blew off any attempt he made or one of your friends was quick to take your attention back.

♥〉〉 All while giving him that "Who do you think you are talking to someone like her" look he was all too familiar with throughout his life. It was also something that made him envious of your good looks even more...

♥〉〉 After an intervention from his friend group he was all but ready to give up until he finally got his moment alone with you.

♥〉〉 It was late in the afternoon when all the clubs were letting out and the sports teams were finishing up with practice. Typically, Sal wasn't the kind of guy to stay after school preferring instead to continue his ghost investigation in Addison Appartments.

♥〉〉 But, art was his weakest subject. With Larry and Ash busy getting tutoring from Todd for their own academic struggles he had to take it upon himself into putting in more elbow grease to bring his grades up with the teacher. As the sun began to set earlier during daylight savings, the nearby coast's storm clouds had moved in over Nockfell, making their presence known with the loud warnings of thunder before the inevitable wind and rain.

♥〉〉 Before Sal could worry about getting home, his cell vibrated with a text from Larry letting him know he and Lisa were on their way in place of his dad.

♥〉〉 When he headed up to the front entrance to wait for Lisa and Larry, he didn't expect to see you sitting up against the wall alone, looking down at your phone.

♥〉〉 "[Y/N]? I didn't expect to see you here so late.." His start at conversation only got him a quick glance, your appearance illuminated in the spotlight your phone gave in the dim lighting of the school after hours. Alright so far, not so good it seemed...

♥〉〉 Waiting a few moments to see if you would respond, he tries again, "Are you waiting for your ride? I'm waiting on mine right now, can I sit with you?" Same as before, silence. This time though you had scooted over just enough to let him sit next to you. Hey! That's progress!

♥〉〉 "That was what I was waiting on. I only stayed this late because I was going to dinner with my friends after they finished tennis practice, but they cleared out early when the weather got bad and forgot me. Well..." you move a little closer to show Sal the texts you were just having between your friends, and what he read made his stomach churn.

♥〉〉 The messages revealed they hadn't forgotten to come get you at all, rather they left you there on purpose as a sick joke knowing you had no way home. Sal didn't even try to hide his frustration, not even able to read the rest of the texts.

♥〉〉 "Don't make such a big deal out of this Sally Face. They just wanted to inconvenience me a little, we do stuff like this all the time."

♥〉〉 Seeing this happen to you hit especially close to home, as his "friends" back in Jersey had teased and messed with him in similar ways. It wasn't until he met Larry, Todd, and Ashley that he got to see what it was like to have a proper support system.

♥〉〉 He could also see a little further into your attitude now, it was almost like treating others and being treated with cruelty was just an expectation...

♥〉〉 Sal knew he wasn't going to be able to change your entire outlook with one conversation, but the least he could do was show you that same compassion his friends first showed him as bright headlights soon flooded the room from outside.

♥〉〉 "I'm gonna ask Lisa if it's alright to drop you off home too, it's way too dangerous to walk home at night- let alone in a storm like this."

♥〉〉 "The hell you aren't." The sudden blunt rejection was most certainly not what he was expecting, but neither was the light tint of pink your cheeks held. "Like I'm gonna let you of all people put me in a debt, I'll get home just fine. But, here-"

♥〉〉 You took out a pen from your bag and started scribbling something down on his hand, something he couldn't quite read in the lack of proper light. "This is just so I can let you know I got home safe, alright? Don't be a weirdo about this later." You didn't waste a second after that to leave the building (and him dumbfounded)

♥〉〉 Stepping outside himself, Sal finally got a good look at what you had written down on his hand.

♥〉〉 It was a phone number! Your number! An odd, and honestly quite crude way of giving him your number but hey, he wasn't upset.

♥〉〉 Once he finally got home he shot you a text letting you know who he was and that he was safe, finding himself glued to the screen until he got a reply back.

♥〉〉 Eventually his nerves were put to ease when he got the reply, and for some unexplainable reason, it made his heart skip a beat when he read it:

♥〉〉 > Hey Sally, lyk I'm alive. Drenched, but alive. > Sorry for leaving so suddenly, thank you for keeping me company

♥〉〉 Maybe you really were just a normal girl after all ♡

♥Being Together♥

♥〉〉 Getting into a relationship wound up going quicker than expected after your first proper encounter!

♥〉〉 Sal was quick to realize that you were never intentionally trying to be mean to him, not even really as a front for your friends. Rather, none of your snide remarks had any weight to them at all; the definition of hot air.

♥〉〉 Because of this your relationship was never really intended to be a secret in the start, rather you were still getting used to genuine communication and tended to revert to your typical ways in public. While Sal understood, both of your social circles just thought it was business as usual.

♥〉〉 Even when you had started transitioning into more romantic forms of affection, Sal was already not one for PDA so even your social status aside he wasn't really ready to venture into heavy romantics immediately.

♥〉〉 Which was something you found oddly sweet about your growing bond with him, because as one would expect you had been on many, many dates before Sal. You both had a dynamic where you were able to show the other a foreign kind of relationship you weren't used to.

♥〉〉 The problem arises when you do secretly date on purpose...

♥〉〉 See, Sal is wildly known to be an awful liar, and even worse when it came to keeping secrets.

♥〉〉 Between him turning down hangouts with his group, checking his phone a lot more often, and just in general having a different air to him everyone could tell he was hiding something. Larry most of all had been suspecting Sal had a romantic partner behind his back before anyone else though.

♥〉〉 Furthermore, you had slowly begun drifting away from your old friend group. Not only that, but you'd been rejecting date offers a lot more frequently.

♥〉〉 It finally took one specific day of repeated bad luck for Larry to finally get frustrated enough to say something. with a combination of a failed math quiz, a minor argument with his mom earlier in the morning, and the god-awful bologna to eat Larry was especially not in the mood to put up with Sal's distance in the conversation.

♥〉〉 "Sal, with all due respect can you PLEASE just reveal your secret date or pay attention to the conversation."

♥〉〉 Proceed to the dead silent, blank stares from everyone at the table. Yeah everyone suspected it (and had a feeling Larry was going to bring it up first) but no one thought he was going to go nuclear with it.

♥〉〉 "Ugh- haha Larry- what are you talking about I'm not dating-"

♥〉〉 "Don't even try that Sally Face we all know a man in love when we see it."

♥〉〉 For once Sal was kind of glad he had a prosthetic face. It made it very easy to hide embarrassment in times like these. Either way, the cat was out of the bag and he figured he had to introduce you to his friends eventually, so maybe this was an open opportunity for them to get to know you!

♥〉〉 "Hmmm... How about instead of me telling you, I introduce you guys to her. Is that fair?" The promise of actually getting to meet Sal's girlfriend already piqued the group's interest by far, so they didn't fight him when he left to go retrieve you.

♥〉〉 When Sal came back with you, however...

♥〉〉 Jaws were on the floor, Ashley may have gotten milk up her nose preventing a spit take, and Larry...

♥〉〉 "Break up with her." "LARRY-"

♥〉〉 Unfortunately here is where your previous treatment of Sal is going to bite you in the ass. The gang had a difficult time accepting Travis already, as a friend, but you as Sal's girlfriend is going to take a lot of work convincing you aren't just taking advantage of his kindness.

♥〉〉 It's actually because of this Travis is the first one you were able to befriend within the group- and actually got pretty close with. While in different contexts, Travis believed your claim of being influenced by toxic people in your life and genuinely meant no ill will to Sal. Hell, even outside of Sal's group you two hung out quite frequently.

♥〉〉 No one by far is surprised, but the hardest member to sway over was Larry, but also obtaining his blessing was something important to both you and Sal.

♥〉〉 Time is the only thing that will get his approval. If you stick with Sal long enough to prove you're serious about dating him then he'll know you're genuinely making an effort. ♥

#🍓My one and only! #🍫Chocolat Chocolat you make me feel #Fluff #Sal Fisher x Reader #Sally Face x Reader #Sally Face #Sally Face Headcanons #🌹FIRST POST OUT IN THE WORLD AHHHHH!!!!♥♥

[niki-phoria]

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 492

includes: loosely based on remember that night? by sara kays, kinda friends to lovers (?) maybe (?), written with male reader in mind

a/n: tbh i'm not super proud of this lol but i wanted to post something, sunghoon lives in my head rent free

sunghoon glances over at you from his position in the driver’s seat. you lean the side of your head against the cool glass of the window; your gaze remains fixated on the stars twinkling brightly in the sky above as you continue to coast down the quiet road. 

you pass by a small clearing in the trees before sunghoon slows the car, pulling off towards the side of the road. droplets of rain continue to fall from the sky, decorating the previously clear windshield. “hey,” sunghoon’s soft murmur catches your attention. “it’s raining.” 

“do you want to go sit in the trunk?”

a chuckle escapes the boy next to you. “in the rain? won’t we get wet?”

“why not?” you say, leaning over to unlock the car door. “come on.”

despite his gentle protesting, sunghoon follows your lead. he raises his arms over his head to shield from the oncoming downpour as he rushes to sit beside you in the trunk of the van. in the overly confined space, your body is pressed tightly against sunghoon’s. your shoulders brush against each other; your knees mere centimeters apart. you stare out into the forest, listening to the comforting noise of rainfall. 

“so,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. “is there any particular reason why you dragged me out on a drive in the middle of the night?”

“oh, you know,” sunghoon shrugs. he raises an arm up to nervously scratch at the back of his neck. “i just thought you’d like the atmosphere.”

“sure,” you chuckle. 

the rain continues to pick up around you, now transforming the previously dirt patch you had pulled onto into something more akin to a muddy ditch. 

“like what you see?” sunghoon teases.

you cock your head at him in faux confidence. “what if i do?” 

he laughs, reaching over to playfully swat at your shoulder. there’s a heavy tension hanging in the air when your eyes meet again. it’s an unfamiliar feeling - but one you find yourself wanting more of.

you hesitantly lean in; your gaze flickers down to glance at his lips. your breath hitches in your throat. “y/n,” sunghoon whispers. 

“hoon,” you breathe. your eyes flick down to his lips once again before you finally take the risk, leaning in and fully pressing your lips against his. sunghoon is quick to reciprocate; he reaches a hand up to cup your cheek. 

he brushes his thumb against your skin when you pull away to catch your breath. the light flush decorating sunghoon’s cheeks is visible even in the darkness. 

a silence hangs heavy in the air for a few agonizingly long seconds before you hesitantly meet his eyes once again. “i… like you,” you whisper, finally breaking the silence. 

sunghoon smiles brightly at you. he reaches over to take your hand into his before intertwining your fingers together. he rubs his thumb along your knuckles, tracing the grooves of your hand. “i like you too.”

#enha soft hours #enha soft thoughts #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x male reader #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon scenario #sunghoon drabble #sunghoon imagine #sunghoon one shot #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #enha imagine #enha one shot #enha fanfic #enha scenario #enha drabble #enha fluff #enha sunghoon #enhypen x male reader #enha x male reader #enha x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #gn reader #male reader #fem reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enha x you #enha x y/n

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Blankets | Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader

Word count: 1.781 Genre: fluff, smut Author: maari  Warnings: Sex, Chanyeol is kinda horny lol MINORS DO NOT INTERACT this is a 18+ story Note: This is really the smut I'm most proud to have written so far. I wrote listening to give me love by ed sheeran Request: can I request for a Chanyeol smut (soft vanilla sex on a rainy day) kinda theme 

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Y/N opened the door with a huge smile, she knew who it was even before she saw it, she knew the ring on the bell that only her boyfriend did.

She saw her boyfriend smirk before taking a step towards her and shaking his head from side to side, causing the remnants of water in his hair to land on her face, and she put her hand up to stop it.

"Park, don't do it like that!" she said, trying her best not to laugh but seeing his face turn into a pout, it was practically impossible.

"I'm not Park to you." he complained, stopping shaking his hair and closing the door behind him, he took off his shoes while still looking at his girlfriend. "I'm baby, love, sweetie, even yoda. Except Park."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head, not only was he serious but his expression was also serious.

“Okay, babe.”

"That's better." he smiled slightly and reached over to cup her face with one hand, which practically took her entire face, and kissed her softly.

"So is it raining a lot outside?" she asked as soon as he pulled away, feeling his icy lips as well as the tip of his nose.

"It's starting." he replied as he took off the thick coat he was wearing.

"Come on, I'm going to make you some hot chocolate to warm you up." she said, holding out her hand for him to take.

"I know a more efficient way to warm up." he raised his eyebrow and smirked, holding her hand.

Y/N frowned, looking at him in disbelief.

"Can't you settle down for a minute?" she asked in disbelief and heard him chuckle.

"I was talking about blankets!" he defended himself and Y/N stopped to narrow her eyes.

She knew her boyfriend very well.

“Yeah, right.”

Chanyeol continued laughing and took the opportunity to hug his girlfriend from behind as they went to the kitchen.

While she made hot chocolate, they talked about their jobs. And after enjoying the hot chocolate while still in a lively conversation, Chanyeol went back to the living room while Y/N went to get a blanket to share while watching tv.

He was already waiting for her on the couch and held out his arms for her to sit hugging him, Y/N didn't think twice about doing this and covered her own body and Chanyeol's with the blanket while burying her face in his torso.

She smiled as she felt him wrap around her waist, she was practically being crushed by her boyfriend's embrace but that didn't matter because smelling the perfume and feeling the heat of his body was enough.

Whatever movie was playing on tv wasn't getting the attention it deserved from either of them.

Y/N was too busy feeling her boyfriend's heavy breathing as he directed a hand inside the blouse she was wearing, he smirked as he felt her skin tingle between his fingers and Y/N released the breath she was holding when noticing that his fingers were against the clasp of her bra.

"I still know how to take my clothes off, you know." she spoke softly, Chanyeol's free hand was making an almost imperceptible caress on the bone of her waist.

"But I do it so much better." he spoke low, in the same tone as her.

Y/N had to close her eyes when she heard his deep voice so husky.

She bit her lower lip as he undid the clasp on her bra and his fingers played with the patch of skin.

It didn't matter what the temperature of the air conditioner was, the living room started to get a lot hotter.

"Come on, baby." he whined. "Just look at me."

She swallowed hard because she already knew what Chanyeol's eyes would do to her but even so, she opened her eyes and turned her head to face him.

His eyes were fixed on her and the hand that was on her waist went up to her face, making a soft caress on her cheek, he seemed to want to record every detail of her face, although he knew every inch.

Chanyeol's dark eyes were like a black hole that pulled Y/N closer and like a magnet, their lips moved closer together.

She sighed with the contact of his soft lips and her heart accelerated even more, Chanyeol took the opportunity to use the hand that was on her face to position her head to the side and deepen the kiss a little more without losing the sensual and slow rhythm that made her head spin.

His kiss was addictive and it didn't seem to be enough, not when Y/N's hands went to his strong shoulders and she realized the sweater he was wearing was getting in the way.

She was lifting her trunk so she could sit on his lap when Chanyeol broke the kiss, making her look at him confused. He pressed his nose to hers and made an Eskimo kissing motion, eliciting a discreet smile from her.

"Let's go to the room." he whispered, looking at her.

Y/N frowned. The boyfriend never minded having sex on the couch, in fact he loved it.

She nodded and before she could do anything, Chanyeol had her in his arms, getting up from the couch and carrying her as if she weighed nothing.

She laughed and rested her hands on the back of his neck, Chanyeol had a different sparkle in his eyes.

He didn't let her say anything and went back to kissing her with a little more intensity, she responded with the same desire as she was carried to the bedroom.

Gently, as their tongues met, Chanyeol placed her on the bed and positioned himself on top of her slowly, their tastes mingled and Y/N's hands did the work of ruffling the boyfriend's hair.

She laid down on the bed and brought Chanyeol with her, she needed to feel his body glued to hers and already without air they separated.

One more intense exchange of glances ensued before he started kissing her face, first the tip of her nose, then her chin, followed by her cheek, her eye and finally her forehead.

She smiled completely silly in love as she brought her hands to the back of his neck, caressing the skin.

When he pulled away, he raised his arms and she got the message, taking the opportunity to remove that sweater at once.

As soon as she did, her eyes were lost on Chanyeol's torso as her fingers caressed her boyfriend's skin, which contracted at the touch.

Taking her face in his wide, warm hands, he began another kiss. A little faster this time as her hands roamed the length of his broad back.

The kiss didn't last long as both of their breathing was ragged, he directed the kiss to Y/N's neck who dropped her head to the side, giving him full access.

But Chanyeol was having difficulty with the collar of her shirt, even pushing it away with his hands he couldn't reach the point he wanted.

So before he ended up tearing it, as he had already done a few times without meaning to, he reached for the hem of her blouse and pulled. Y/N helped and felt her body tremble and heat even more at the same time when she saw Chanyeol's eyes completely mesmerized by the crooked way her open bra was covering her breasts.

Chanyeol hugged her and buried his face between her breasts, distributing short kisses over her warm skin and Y/N just sighed loudly as her hands went back to his hair, this time pulling every time she felt his wet lips place kisses on each inch of her bust. Until the bra was no longer an impediment, as he took it off.

He thought it was cute how he could feel how fast his girlfriend's heart was beating, because he was no different, he felt like a volcano about to erupt.

He kissed every inch of her body, hearing her moan softly as he removed every piece of clothing that would get in the way of contemplating the sight of her bare in front of him. So beautiful and pure.

Y/N felt her cheeks burn when she saw him looking at her so intensely, as if he was drunk with love, so she took the opportunity to take his clothes off too.

When nothing else stood in the way of their bodies finally being together in the most intimate way possible, they wasted no time. Chanyeol rested his elbows around Y/N's head as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She closed her eyes tightly and scratched the skin on his back as Chanyeol entered her slowly, he groaned hoarsely close to her ear when he felt how hot and wet she was. She pulsed for him.

They created their own rhythm, sensual and slow in exactly the same way they started that night as they began to exchange love vows and low moans.

Y/N even bit Chanyeol's shoulder when he refused to pick up speed but forced him after contracting her muscle inside, that's what he needed to grant her request.

The sound of skins clashing together was addictive and the combo of Chanyeol's husky voice speaking in Y/N's ear was enough to knock the air out of her lungs and make the familiar knot in her lower abdomen appear sooner than she wanted.

She wanted him to go on all night. Sex with him was wonderful but making love was even better.

But she knew it wouldn't last long, so she brought her mouth to his ear and started moaning, making him take one of his hands to her waist and squeeze the place tightly while closing his eyes.

Sweaty and out of breath, Y/N laid her face against his shoulder just as the peak hit her like a hard wave and she rolled her eyes in pure pleasure as he continued thrusting to reach his own peak.

Chanyeol groaned when that happened and let his body fall over hers, taking a deep breath.

Partially recovered, he lifted his head and saw Y/N smile widely at him, Chanyeol then kissed her once more sweetly.

"See? I said my method was more efficient."

"I thought you said you were talking about the blanket." Y/N raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.

"And I was." he nodded towards the bed, making Y/N look.

They'd had sex on top of the blanket laid out on her bed.

#exowritersnet #chanyeol scenario #chanyeol x you #chanyeol scenarios #chanyeol x yn #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol imagines #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol smut #chanyeol fic #chanyeol fanfic #chanyeol fluff #exo fanfic #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo imagines #exo smut #exo x you #exo x y/n #exo x reader #exo fic #exo fluff #exo fiction #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop x you #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #kpop smut

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Hiii!! Wondering if you can do some (separate) romantic fluff headcanons with jade and Floyd

꒰୨୧﹒Twisted Wonderland - Fluff Hcs for Floyd and Jade Leech

Ofc! I love the tweels so much.

Also, as an additional note for everyone. This will be the last request that I write until January 8th, as I will be going on vacation starting tomorrow. Sorry for the long wait! I will leave my requests open, though, but it may take some time for me to get to them.

Warnings: None

Floyd Leech

• He is a pro at gift-giving. He keeps mental notes of all of your likes and dislikes and uses that information to get you the perfect gifts for special occasions (or whenever he feels like it)

• Lots of gentle but firm squeezes. It doesn't matter where you are, he'll just slither behind you and start snaking his arms around your waste. It's kind of a sensory thing for him. It makes both him, and possibly you, feel secure. He won't do it if it makes you uncomfortable, though

• Very much on the protective side. If anyone even looks at you with a hint of intention to harm you he's instantly behind you, a shark-tooth grin plastered on his face as he throws a menacing look to whoever is bothering you. It's kinda like having your own bodyguard

• He likes taking showers/bathes with you. It's more fun than taking them by himself. He'll even offer to wash your hair if you wash his in return

• I hc that Floyd enjoys playing in the rain because it reminds him of home. He’ll drag you outside to jump around in the puddles, dance in the rain, or have "mud fights" with him

• Adores arts and crafts. He has a specialty in making jewelry out of seashells. No one knows how he has such a knack for it, but everything he makes looks so lavish and professional. He loves showing them off to you (and even lets you keep some)

• One of his favorite things to do during his free time teaches you how to dance. Partner dances are his favorite, both because he gets to dance with you, and because he’s never really had the chance to try out any partner dances

• He doesn’t always know how to comfort you when you’re upset, so most of the time, he’ll opt to sit next to you or hold you (whatever you’re comfortable with) to remind you that you aren’t alone

• He is TALL. He's going to tease you if you're shorter than him (which let's be honest, considering his height, you most likely are /lh), probably by holding your possessions above your head or just generally messing with you. He'll stop if you tell him he's taking it too far. His height comes with it's advantages as well, for example, warmer hugs!

• If you're a sucker for horror like Floyd, than scary movie nights are a must! He brings a bunch of snacks and the two of you get under the covers of his bed and binge all night. He likes it when you get scared and cling onto him lol

• Floyd has a better singing than most would expect him to. He likes to hum to you, especially when you're both about to go to sleep

• More than happy to go clothes shopping with you. He's picked up quite the fashion sense since he's ventured onto land. He'll help you pick out cute outfits that you enjoy and make you feel comfortable. In turn, he also lets you help pick out clothes for him. You and Floyd will probably end up with at least one matching pair of clothes after a shopping trip

• Super distracting during class. He's always passing you notes, sneaking his hand into yours, and just overall trying to get your attention to focus on him. He can't help it! The guys a bit of a hopeless romantic. If you call him out after class, he'll pretend to have no idea what you're talking about

Jade Leech

• A gentlemen with you. He’s does little things like take off your coat or pull out your seat. You may assume he does this out of habit (and ngl maybe that’s partially true), but it’s also because he loves you and he wants to treat you nicely

• He makes extra sure that you’re taking care of yourself, making sure you’ve catered to your every needs. He’s observant, and can easily tell when you’ve upset or over-working yourself. Don’t even try to be stubborn because he’ll find a way to drag you to the bed or couch so he can pamper you

• The best caretaker when you’re sick! He has everything ready for you before you have the chance to ask. Need a temperature check? The thermomotor is ready. Thirsty for some water, juice, tea, or any beverage of choice? He’s got it covered. Feeling too hot or too cold? He’s got blankets and a rag with a cold bowl of water. All of his attention is going to be on you and making sure you feel better in no time

• He loves taking you with him to go mushroom collecting. Not only is it more efficient to have two people doing the collecting, but he also gets to spend quality time with you and involve you in one of his biggest hobbies (Azul and Floyd didn’t really get it). Afterward, he buys a giant glass ball and you work together to create a special terrarium

• He’s grateful if you let him rant about mushrooms, especially if you start to show genuine interest in his rambles. In turn, he’ll always be happy to hear you rant about your own interests

• Picnic dates! Jade loves the outdoors. He knows all the best picnic spots that are nice and secluded

• Plans out “spa days.” They take place at home, and he gets a bunch of recommendations for self-care products from Vil. Not only do these days help you to relax, but it also reminds him that he needs to relax every now and then too

• You like to cook together. He enjoys trying out new recipes with you, even if you claim that you can’t cook. He just likes spending time with you

• He almost always wakes up before you. He’ll usually get out of bed and start his day, but sometimes he’ll just lay there and gaze at your sleeping form (how do I make this NOT sound creepy). He doesn’t know how to describe it, but something about watching you in such a peaceful state makes him feel at ease

• Jade loves telling you stories about his childhood, typically ones that involve Azul and Floyd. They’ve been close for years, so he has a lot of entertaining stories to look back on. It also helps to bring you two closer together

• Similar to Floyd, he’s protective of you (with a hint of possessiveness), though he’s much more discreet about it. He’ll watch over you from afar (not in a creepy way, he just gets worried from time to time). If you try to call him out on it, he’ll deny it

• I think Jade would also have a secret talent for creating jewelry out of seashells and other beach items. They’re not as extravagant as Floyd’s ones, but he puts a lot of love and care into making them. He’ll be more than happy to take the time to teach you how to make them

• Typically compliments aren’t enough to “fluster” him, but when they’re coming from you, he can’t help but feel a bit bashful (a surprise coming from someone as calculating as Jade). He clears his throat and tries to shrug it off but part of him get’s a bit giddy when you compliment him. He’ll never admit it, but he wouldn’t mind if you complimented him more often

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland hcs #twst hcs #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #fluff #headcanons #askblog #askbox is open #vynnytypesstuff

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Led Zeppelin & Sweet Drinks - Eric Carr x fem reader

MDNI (SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE STUFF)

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I don't know how many words but it's kinda long sorry lol. It'll be a two-parter if there's enough interest.

Not proofread - sorry for any mistakes. Love you all. Please reblog and show some love, I'd really appreciate it!

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April 9th 1976

Slow was the summer rain that fell against the window of a quaint little coffee shop on the corner of the street you lived on, just opposite the record store where you gazed lazily among its customers. You couldn’t say for certain how frequently you visited both the cafe and the record store but it was enough to be cheery with the owners and get free drinks or for the man behind the counter to hold back any newly released albums they thought you may like before they sell out. You had grown quite fond of the two places over the last couple of years, you wouldn’t say you were too much of an extrovert or introvert, perhaps you were a bit of both depending on the occasion. Nevertheless, you enjoyed your Friday afternoons where you had the day off, you worked two jobs which were both contrasting and yet in some way vaguely connected if you thought about it enough. You worked mainly as a magazine packager for a well known interior design magazine where you packed orders to be sent off for those with a subscription. It was repetitive which you didn’t mind so much but your second job was a lot more to your likening as a music lover; you worked any free shifts at the record store, it was rare to get a shift but it was nice to help out when you could. You swirled what was left of your drink in your cup, glancing down just long enough to decide whether you wanted another but you ultimately placed your cup drown and grabbed your things, eyes set on the record store where you knew, surely, Reggie had something waiting for you behind the counter.

You steps quickening as you passed over the road, waving to a incoming car before slowing down as you made it to the sidewalk, a few more steps and you were pushing the door open to the store and giving a wave to the middle aged man with salt and pepper hair that stood behind the counter, watching him tap it as a means to tell you he had something you’d want to collect. He had taken you under his wing when you had first moved to the area, graciously giving you your first job while his son was away at college. You strode up enthusiastically, passing someone as they were leaving.

“Whatcha got for me, Reggie?”

“I think you’re gunna like this one. It sold out pretty quickly so I knew I had to snag you one.”

“Well, that sounds promising! Hit me with your best shot”

“Lee Zeppelin. It’s called Presence. I can’t keep up with you youngsters these days” he chuckled as he handed over the record for you to see.

Your face lit up at the sight of the pristine album, you couldn’t of handed over the money quick enough and within a matter of a moment the item was bagged and you were itching to get home to listen to it.

“Thanks again, what would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t have had to buy an extra three record cases” he remarked.

You laughed and moved to look at what was in the sale section, though you hadn’t the room for more records, looks like you’d have to buy yet another case. You couldn’t help but have your attention snagged when you heard a strong New York accent inquire about the album you had just purchased. And you recognised the disappointment in their tone when it was revealed it was sold out. You knew all too well that sinking feeling and you turned to glance as the man, made of mostly hair, decided to also browse what was being sold. You turned away when he moved along closer as he scanned the covers, not looking up, just shuffling sideways, much like you were doing. Your fingers flicked through the album one by one, caught in the surge of curiosity of what you could find as you meticulously scanned, like you had done so many times before, every Friday for the past couple of years. You weren’t paying attention and neither was someone else by the looks of it as you felt an arm bump into yours and quick

“Sorry-!” His voice was followed by the dash of a closed-lip smile

“No problem…” you were quick to respond, with your own smile too except you were beaming without meaning to.

“You…uh- looking for anything in particular?” He perked up as he still looked through the collection of ‘60s hits and compilations.

“Uh- no. No not really, I just like to browse. Though I’m sure I’ve seen every record in this store at least three times before now” you joke which earns a chuckle from him also.

“Bit of a music junkie then huh”

You laughed at his comment and moved along and in turn he took your previous spot. You both contently followed that pattern for about five minutes, only looking over when one of you pulled up album to read the front or back, taking curiosity in each other’s interests and piqued attention. You stopped to glance at your watch and realised you had to get back home to tape a rerun episode of The Ghost Busters where two men and their pet gorilla hunt spooks. You were about to wave and leave but something tugged in your chest, looking down at your bag. You sighed quietly and turned back around to face the man.

“Hey- listen. I feel like you would appreciate this more than me, seeing as you asked after it at the counter. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You piped up as you thrusted the bag almost into his hands.

“Uh- what do you mean?” He asked before looking in the bag. “I can’t take this- you paid for it and everything”

“Call it a favor. This means you owe me. So…”

“Eric. And really this is too much-“

“Eric, how about…you take me on a coffee date? As friends-! I’m always looking for ways to connect with people, especially if they like music as much as me” you chuckled and started to move toward the door.

“Okay- yeah…what day?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Can’t. Sunday?”

“Okay! Sunday! Lunch time at the cafe opposite here!” You called as you left, hurrying off back to your apartment.

You made it home just in time, barely. The fact that you had just got a date of sorts with a handsome man hadn’t hit you until after you set the VHS recorder up. You were still getting used to it since it was all brand new stuff and though your very skilled friend had told you many times, you had still managed to mess up a few times. After that ordeal, you finally pulled off your bag, jacket and shoes and discarded them next to your velvet-feel green couch. You moved almost sluggishly to your kitchen and put on your coffee machine, the good ol’ Bunn-O-Matic coffee maker which your aunt had gifted to you as your moving-out gift. It kept you running during busy weeks like this. As you watched the coffee drip into the pot, moving to grab your favourite mug from the cupboard above, placing it down but not letting go as it finally sunk in that you had a date. You actually had one. Okay, maybe it was just a friend date as you had blurted out but still…maybe there was a chance. He was gorgeous after all. And that smile….wow, he could’ve had you fainting with just that.

With your cup ready in its entirety, you just had to pour the coffee before taking your cup of happiness to your window chair in the kitchen, grab the book you’re halfway through and sink into one of your favourite parts of the day.

Saturday flew by, and your morning was filled with housework while you had some errands to run you would usually have done on Sunday but as you now had plans, you had to undertake the tasks early. Once you were home you had laundry to tackle, there was a particular outfit you wanted to wear and unfortunately, it seems it had been wasted on your big trip to the grocery store earlier this week. So you were going to wear it and look damn good in it.

Sunday 11th

The morning came, and you got a surprisingly good amount of sleep which gave you a good feeling about the day, you just hoped it stayed going good. One of the new songs from KISS's new album came on the radio; Flaming Youth from their new album Destroyer. You smiled, glancing over to your poster that displayed The Demon, The Starchild, The Catman and The Spaceman. The song reminded you of how things were like between you and your parents when you would listen to music that they didn't understand when you were younger, not so much younger. And nothing had changed other than the fact you had your own place and no one to complain.

You had discovered KISS when you were on a naughty night out after work, which you shouldn't have done given it was a Tuesday and you had work the next day. But you somehow ended up at the Popcorn Pub with two of your friends who were born and raised New Yorkers. The pub was way quieter than you were expecting but you had been happy to sit somewhere more docile with a drink and your friends, having just come from a packed club. And then these four guys with white facepaint and instruments rocked up, you remember just sitting there with piqued interest and a confused look plastered on your face but you remained open-minded. It took a few songs but you grew to love it. You were totally in your element by the end of the night and you were sad when it came to an end. Eventually, you stumbled home to your small apartment at the time, you missed work the next day.

The memory made you smile, the song was long over when you came back to earth. Sighing as you moved to make yourself a strong cup of coffee, needing a boost to get your butt in gear. You wanted to give your apartment the once over before you left just incase you ended up back here with Eric. Unlikely but not impossible. You plodded to the couch, flicking on the news to see what was going on in the world. Boring. Politics and votes. Nothing of interest to you. You switched over and watched some random rerun of a soap. You eventually found yourself nursing an empty cup as the credits rolled, glancing at the clock before you realised you had to get moving. Like. Now. Or else you'd be late.

"Damn-!"

You scurried around getting your clothes out of the dryer which you had left running way too long and knew you'd pay for it later, literally. You pulled on your clothes while trying to do other things at once and failing. You finally were dressed, shoving your feet into some shoes haphazardly as you nearly fell trying to walk in them too soon, hunting down your jacket and bag. Finally, you make it out the door with everything, hopefully.

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You push open the door to the cafe, the bell above the door announcing your arrival, prompting its customers to glance your way. You slow your pace, looking for a familiar set of brown eyes. You didn't find them but you did hear someone behind you, you realised to should move out of the way, moving in ans turning to apologise.

"Sorry...I didnt- oh"

Well, it seemed that timing was on your side, Eric had turned up just about the same time as you. You couldn't help but smile at the chances.

"I was worried I was going to be late. Let's go find a seat?" Eric spoke up and motioned for you to walk ahead.

You nodded and moved towards the other end of the cafe, sitting in the comfy seats nestled in the corner. You both got settled and looked at the menu.

"I always look at the menu but end up getting the same thing I always get anyway..." You comment

"That is...very true. How about we pick each others drinks. Take a chance?"

You thought for a moment. "Alright. Let's hope it goes well" you laugh.

"I usually get a coffee, but only one cup. It's rare I have a second cup unless I'm really drained" Eric admitted, you nodded along. You knew not what to pick now.

"I get hot chocolate, usually." You inform which earns a simple nod before you both turn your attention fully back to the menu.

You browse the menu with new curiosity, you decide to get an "everything hot chocolate"

You both put in your orders at the counter separately so it would be a surprise. You definitely snuck a few looks at Eric when he wasn't looking, you just had to check him out, he was the definition of eye candy.

"So...Eric. what do you do for work?"

"Ah. It's going to sound super boring but I fix ovens, not the best job but it pays, y'know."

"It's honest work. One that not many think about I suppose. You don't think about that kind of job until you need your oven fixed. Remind me to get your number in case my oven brakes"

"Yeah. Right. That the only reason you'll need me after this date huh? Are you sure your oven ain't broken ans that's why you haven't run a mile yet?" He chuckled.

"Of course not! Who do you take me for? Some con? No. I'm totally just here for your wallet" you joke. As you watch as Eric looks and notices it's gone from the table and his pocket. The panic on his face was comedic. You had sneaked it off the table as he hadn't been looking while you were joking. Moments before you commented about taking it. You offered it back with a smile just as your drinks came.

"Oh. Sly. Very sly." He smirked.

"I've learnt a few better tricks as a kid than taking a wallet when people aren't paying attention. My estranged-ish uncle was a pickpocket and on the days when my parents let him see me, reluctantly, he taught me tricks secretly." You admitted

"Well I'll be checking my pockets before I leave" he laughed a bit.

You thanked the waitress for the drinks and gave a surprised hum. A coffee milkshake. You noticed Eric seemed to be happy with his order of hot chocolate with fresh whipped cream, cocoa powder, marshmallows and a mini cookie on the side.

"Good choice" he said

"Ditto"

You both took a sip of your drinks and nodded in approval.

"So what do you do for work? I told you mine. Now it's your turn."

"I'm a waitress at a fancy restaurant and hotel" You admit as you use the straw to try and eat some of the whipped cream before it all melts away. "It's not much fun but it pays pretty well due to its popularity. Especially if I'm working evenings."

"Honest work. As you said. If there's a need. There'll be a job." Eric spoke truthfully and you nodded in agreement.

For the rest of the date you spoke about everything, and conversation came easily. You debated on music, movies, aliens even. Back to music again and then got into a heated debate about the best sci-fi movie but you didn't come to an agreement but laughed it off anyway.

"So, what do you do in your free time?" Eric asked as you both 6 the cafe and started to just walk. No destination in mind.

"Hm. The only free time I get is usually the weekend. I should've been working today but someone owed me a shift to be covered. But usually I just read or watch shows. I do love Saturday Night Live with a hot drink. God...that makes me sound like a pensioner" You laugh

"No no. You like what you like. You like music though, do you go to concerts?" He asked as you watched while he kicked a pebble out of the way

"Oh yeah. I go to gigs at bars and pubs. I go to concerts whenever I can. I don't even mind if I'm not big on the band. It's about the experience."

"Any bands I'd know?"

"Black Sabbath, Queen, Led Zeppelin and KISS"

"Oh damn-! That's so cool. Looks like I know who to call when there's a good band playing though I haven't really heard any KISS. They good?"

"Yeah. I actually saw their first show. It was at a place called the Popcorn Pub. They've already come a long way. Oh...since we're heading that way anyway, do you wanna go to mine?" You ask as you turn to him and stop, pointing the same way you're both walking.

"Yeah sure. I've got nothing planned." Eric smiled and you nodded.

You ended up in your apartment, kicking your shoes off, Eric followed suit. You lead him to the living room where you both sink into the couch and relax.

"I hope I wasn't too forward with inviting you here. Or even asking you out on a date" you laugh lightly

"Not at all. It's been a while since I've been on a date...and it was surprising but not in a bad way. I've enjoyed myself. It's hard to find people to connect with nowadays. Plus. How many men can say they'd been asked out by a beautiful woman."

A flush came to your cheeks. "I uh...you're not too bad yourself." You said as your voice gets a little caught in your throat. You hear Eric laugh.

"Oh don't get all shy now! Where'd all that confidence go? Was it those huge platform boots that held all your confidence?" He chuckled and it only make you redder.

"Oh whatever" you swat him and laugh. "Want a drink? I've got some homemade lemonade in the fridge."

"That'd be great, thanks"

You nodded and left to get two servings before heading back in, your face less red and you didn't actually feel embarrassed, you felt quite comfortable in Eric's company. You place the drinks down, moving to stand straight before you put a record on, Stevie Wonder's Signed, Sealed and Delivered. You head back to the couch and move to sit down but your foot is caught under the rug, you don't even register that you're falling until you're on top of Eric, your hips on his, your face dangerously close. The only sound is the faint singing and each others ever quickening breaths. You should get off him. You should move. But part of you feels stuck. You can feel your heart in your chest, it feels thunderous to you. And you could swear you could feel Eric's too. He hasn't pushed pushed off yet. His hands had moved to your waist when you fell to catch you and you could feel his grip tighten, you guessed it was an unconscious action but the feeling of his hands on you stirred something inside. A yearning. A want. Your grip on the cushions under Eric tightened, your eyes flickering down to Eric's lips. Fuck. Was that a bad move, you felt Eric shift as soon as your eyes moved from his. You went to speak but nothing came out. You looked back up to meet his suddenly intense stare. You didn't know if it was intentional but Eric's hand placement and grip were pressing your hips into him, the feeling of his bulky jeans made something stir in you. It had to be obvious to him. The way your breathing was picking up. The way your cheeks were reddening. The way you almost closed the gap between the both of you. And then you did it. You made the mistake of squirming.

"I- sorry- I should-" you stuttered out, gulping, you knew you should get up but you ended up squirming more as Eric kept you in place. Did he...want you to stay there? Your gaze moves back to his, you could feel his chest heaving more than before. How his cheeks had grown red. How a particular part of him was a little more obvious than the rest. You could feel it. Finally, Eric spoke. In the softest of tones. His voice barely a whisper. Stuttering out his words a little before he fully said what he wanted to.

"Do you...wanna..."

#eric carr #eric carr fanfiction #eric carr the fox #eric carr x reader #eric the fox #kiss the band #kissband #kiss band fanfic #kiss #kiss band #kissblr #kiss fandom #kiss fanfiction #kiss fanfic #kiss band fandom #kiss band fanfiction #x reader #70s #1970s #1970s aesthetic #eric carr 70s #70s eric carr #eric carr x fem reader

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

monsters and mommies au except its really obvious that the thing i think about the most is how it would impact the trial/jodie arc

(i feel like ive seen a few people do these aus but i just searched it and only found its-raining-heres au so um. if i ripped you off im so so sorry i thought it was a fun trend)

rambling /explaining this more under the cut but tl;dr: i thought it would be more interesting for this au, to Not make a fifth mom and instead twist the punishment so that jodie still replaces glenn! however, its in the sense that morgan got retroactively married to a "responsible parent" rather than her (late) husband, glenn :3c so essentially the same punishment, just inflicted in a way that feels very different

okay so to infodump, because i havent touched this au in a creative sense but HAVE talked my partner and their boyfriend's ear off about it despite them not watching dndads--

im not gonna ramble about everything. but! in my ideal monster and mommies au, morgan is the most different from her husband, compared to the other moms. i found that carol would mirror darryl very closely, mercedes and samantha more mirror their husbands in a general sense, but morgan i thought would be more fun being much different from glenn :] still have similar Plot Beats(tm) but very twisted on their head

in this au, since they swap places, glenn is. yknow. dead. sorry man. but rather than going glenn's route of like, totally disconnecting from reality bhjfdbgjfdbj morgan instead gets very very intense and protective over nick, to the point of it driving a wedge between them. nick still idolizes glenn, and he remembers what his mom used to be like before she got so scared, and so he strives to be Rock And Roll Edgy Teen Boy and it makes morgan. crazy. (it is definitely more nick acting out for attention than him genuinely wanting to be a druggie rock star, mirroring how nick would imitate glenn mostly to get his attention, but morgan does not know that LOL) but she struggles a lot with figuring out how to control him beyond getting into arguments and so she is a very ineffective parent

originally, i was actually gonna have mercedes have to go on trial instead of morgan for various reasons, but i just. the whole jodie thing was too interesting to me. it wouldve been funny to make henry and jodie gay married but i just thought i could get more creative with it. so instead, jodie still replaces glenn as nick's father... but this time, its because morgan gives up her marriage with glenn so nick would have a better parent, rather than glenn giving up his fatherhood over nick for the same reason :] morgan is basically told that she will be given a marriage that would have better suited raising nick safely, and she accepts (significant because in contrast to glenn, where he doesnt mention morgan very much due to his Bury My Emotions schtick, morgan is very very vocal about missing glenn, so it was an obvious weak spot for her). vainly, she hoped a little bit that maybe it would be glenn but 5% more careful with himself, but instead, she escapes prison to find nick with an entirely different appearance, attitude, and father... very dramatic :D

jodie is much more a background force in this au, but he IS still a demon whos life was ripped away from him so he could go be a highway cop. i dont know if they would ever learn this fact to be honest. still deciding that. maybe morgan just thinks she got a free new husband to divorce or fall in love with or whatever

i talked so long. im so sorry. i just think about this a lot, i love this au and the silly little morgan ive made up in my mind

#dungeons and daddies #monsters and mommies au #morgan freeman dndads #samantha stampler #carol wilson #mercedes oak garcia #nicholas foster #sorry for being neurodivergent. as if i asked to think about this 24/7 #i have like so many notes for myself. mostly for morgan but also carol fbghfdbghjd #love carol sm... #feel free to ask about this au if youre curious btw i love to talk

[solarwonux]

Love Letter To Miami || Jung Hoseok 

pairing: fashion designer!hobi x latin f!reader || exes to lovers au

Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, slow burn, 

W.C: 18k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, lots of Miami references, maybe actually a little too much ( I am not sorry I miss home lol) alcohol, language, mentions of pregnancy, arguing. 

Thank you so much to @astronaut-jin-moon​ for beta reading this. It means a lot!

Synopsis: Hoseok unexpectedly uprooted his life in Miami for a chance to chase his life long dream. But he sacrificed the only thing that kept him rooted...you. 

Now, he’s back home after six years. 

AO3

a/n: Hello, I am back after 672389238 years. If you guys didn’t know I moved to the other side of the world on my own for work. I was supposed to finish this and upload it back in March. But settling down was harder than I expected and other factors came into play around April. So, this story is very near and dear to my hear. 

Please let me know your thoughts. I am also thinking about writing a second part. But again I am a full on adult now so it’s a bit harder to write as much as I used to. Still, I have no many ideas please let me know and thank you for taking the time to read this.

Enjoy!

Miami International Airport is Jung Hoseok’s least favorite place in the world.

It has nothing to do with the humidity seeping through the thick concrete walls, the smell of summer rain all year round. Or the crowds of spring breakers ready to ruin the lovely beaches he rarely frequented when growing up.

No, Miami International Airport is Jung Hoseok’s least favorite place in the world because it means he’s back home.

It’s not that Hoseok hates Miami per se. It’s home to his family and best friends, and how could he hate a place that harbor’s many of his favorite people?

Hoseok’s love-hate relationship with The Magic City has nothing to do with his upbringing, but everything to do with feeling out of place everywhere he went. It’s not like he didn’t fit in. Growing up he was loved by everyone, everywhere. His sunshine attitude and bright smile always managed to make everyone’s day a little bit brighter.

At school he wasn’t the odd one out, nor was he bullied for being different because everyone around him was. His classmates came from different backgrounds and different parts of the world. Some–like Hoseok–came from immigrant families, immigrant parents, or were even first-generation immigrants themselves. They flaunted, celebrated their cultures whenever they could, and spoke their native tongue with pride, not fear.

But yet, it wasn’t perfect. Miami, for many people including Jung Hoseok, was a safety bubble, despite the minor prejudices one would face when regarding the older generations. Still, it was safe and that’s why he needed to leave. At some point in his life, the comfort became almost suffocating. He knew the names of each street like the back of his hand. Even the ones he had yet to discover. Everywhere he went, every party he attended there was at least one person that knew of him.

Hell, even the workers at the Regal Kendall Cinema–the setting for his first kiss at fourteen–knew who the fuck he was.

It always started the same way:

“You’re Hoseok, right? Your cousin told my cousin’s friend, who told my friend’s friend, who told me that you’re studying fashion design right?”

It didn’t make sense to him, because Miami wasn’t the smallest place in the world. (See population of 454,279) Yet, somehow everyone just seemed to know each other?

Hoseok didn’t mind it at first. It’s what he was used to growing up. The local Publix workers loved to pinch his chubby cheeks and coo at him as if he were a doll. (He earned a few free cookies that way). He loved basking in the attention. But after the last New Year’s Eve he spent at home, the excitement he would always feel when counting down from ten and eating all twelve grapes the second the clock struck twelve. Seized to exist.

He couldn’t fake one of his dashing smiles any longer. He couldn’t ignore the growing doubt and regret in the pit of his stomach any longer. He felt stuck. Everything around him was slowing down. He was slowing down. Working at Trendy Studio didn’t fill him up with the same amount of joy it first did when he got the job. When his portfolio and designs were accepted with great admiration and care. That’s when he realized that he had finally finished outgrowing Miami.

So, that night after everyone had gone home and to bed. He stayed up, hovered over his desk, nursing a headache due to all four glasses of champagne he had snuck and practically chugged after his realization. He submitted his work resume anywhere he could find available. The only criteria was that it had to be far away from his safety net; Miami.

Here’s the thing. He was entirely surprised that he hadn’t had this realization sooner. As a child whenever Hoseok dreamed and envisioned his future, Miami, Florida was never a part of it. It was such a clear vision to him. Everything he did, every straight-A, every AP class, every college acceptance letter, every goal and award he received in life was meant to get him out. That is until he met you and his crystal clear vision of his future was replaced by you.

Well, let’s backtrack, it wasn’t exactly the moment he first laid eyes on you. Hoseok had known you far longer than he had loved you. You went to the same elementary, middle, and high school as him. Sometimes you even shared a class with him. To make matters worse, you went to the same ballet studio as his older sister–Jiwoo–did. And for years, until you turned fifteen and spontaneously quit; his mother–bless her heart–would give you a ride to the studio while your parents were too busy running the quaint gift store they named after you. Their pride and joy–next to your little brother of course–and the reason they made the life-altering move from Colombia to Miami when you were just two years old.

Hoseok grew up with you. He always thought of you as Jiwoo’s annoying best friend. He went to every single one of your ballet recitals. (He has no idea how he was able to sit through the Nutcracker every year.) He went to every single one of your dance competitions after you joined the school’s dance team with his sister. He saw you at your absolute worst; the hideous bob cut, the acne, the first time you got your period the summer before seventh grade, and the depressing year after you turned fifteen. He saw it all but never thought about it twice.

So, it surely came to him as a surprise when you kissed him in your backyard the day before the start of a new chapter; college.

After Jiwoo moved out years prior, the two of you surprisingly got closer. You found solace in him and in turn, he found it in you. Talks about hopes and dreams happened way more often than they should’ve, especially when filling out applications together. The two of you planned to move out and far away, but luck was never on either of your sides. Or maybe it was faith’s twisted way of bringing the two of you together, but neither of your families had the sufficient funds to be able to send you elsewhere. The money earned during part-time jobs, or the scholarships weren’t enough. So, at the last minute, the two of you applied for an in-state university. One that was fifteen minutes away from both of your homes, and got in. Staying together with not just each other but with your family and childhood friends.

Inseparable; until death do us apart…or something like that.

The romance didn’t bloom right away. For days you didn’t speak to him. Not even when he was doing you the favor of driving you to school. It wasn’t until weeks later when Namjoon called you out on your odd behavior around his best friend. You budged and confessed your lifelong crush on your best friend’s little brother.

To say that Hoseok’s ego wasn’t inflated would be an understatement. He felt like a King ready to rule a kingdom. It sparked something inside of him that for the better part of his life remained dormant until the night that you kissed him. It only got worse upon hearing your confession, prompting him to do the one thing he could think of, and he asked you out.

Hoseok had only gone on a number of first dates before you, but he made sure to pull out all the stops. The bouquet of roses much to your dismay was the first one. Then came the dinner at The Cheesecake Factory at Dolphin Mall, topping it off with the movie at the cinema just an escalator ride away. He even did the whole fake yawn, arm over the shoulders thing, and paid for the whole night.

No wonder he couldn’t afford college.

You didn’t make the effort to kiss him that night, leaving him utterly speechless and disappointed. For a second he thought he had fucked everything up. After going home he laid awake in bed, thinking of where he had gone wrong. Then his phone vibrated next to him with a text from you thanking him for the entire night. It erased all thoughts of failure and disappointment that he had. His heart swelled in his chest as he read the text over and over and over. Memorizing it to the point of reciting it word for word. Soon he was imagining a whole future with you, settling and forgetting his plans of leaving and never coming back.

It’s crazy how life works because he left. Six years ago to be exact and now he’s back. Not by choice but by obligation as best man to Park Jimin. As much as he wanted to decline the offer, he couldn’t do that to one of his best friends. Especially when it was Park Jimin–Mr. Casanova, Number One Heartbreaker of the 21st Century, Mr. I’m Never Settling Down, I’m Going to Be A Sugar Daddy When Grow Up–Park Jimin. He was finally tying the knot. And of course, it had to be to your cousin–Nathalie–of all people. It doesn’t stop there because to overcomplicate things further, you just had to be the maid of honor.

Jung Hoseok knew the decision he made in accepting the internship with Vogue Australia would have its pros and cons. One of the cons, the biggest one in his opinion, was that he had to move to the other side of the world. He had to make the choice in staying in his comfort bubble with his family, with his friends, with you. Or leave the only life he had ever known behind and start over in a foreign place like his parents did. It wasn’t easy, mainly because the issue lied in telling you.

So he chose not to. Not his best move, he admits, but he didn’t know what else to do. He spent weeks practicing whatever he wanted to say to you in the mirror. Yet, whenever he tried he just couldn’t. You were going through a hard time, and he didn’t want to add to all the troubles you were facing. Though he’s not sure how you finding out through your mother, who was told by his mother in a conversation entirely made up of Korean, Spanish, and broken English would’ve helped. He’s also not sure how refusing to answer your questions when you came running into the airport while he was in the line to check-in would’ve helped either. He also supposes that breaking off a five-year relationship entirely, after walking away and never looking back didn’t help either.

But he did that, and he had six years to repent for his sins. Probably more if Jimin hadn’t decided to switch it up on everyone and get married. He wasn’t ready. Six years away. Six years he spent watching his parent’s age through his phone screen. Six years in which he missed the birth of his first two nieces. Six years in which he secretly texted your mother every once in a while to see how you were; wasn’t enough to prepare him.

The twenty-hour flight wasn’t enough.

Your anger was one of his biggest fears because it was silent until you couldn’t hold it anymore and would explode. You had six years of anger, silently brewing inside of you. All directed towards him just like he deserved, and he wasn’t ready for any of it. Not the last-minute fittings, the bachelor party,  the rehearsal dinner, the wedding. Not the gawking from strangers that somehow knew him. The familiar streets he spent years driving down, or the spring breakers getting ready to destroy his beaches. Not his parents, his friends, or you.

Perhaps, he lied before. Miami International Airport is Jung Hoseok’s least favorite place in the world because it means he’s closer to you and the future with you that he selfishly left behind.  

Spring Break is the worst time of the year.

Not only are the normally overly crowded areas, more crowded than usual. But your hometown is filled with outsiders coming to destroy the most precious part of the city.

The beaches. Or more specially Miami Beach.

Now, it’s not like you actually liked going to the beach per say. There were a lot of factors to consider. For example the heat,  the humidity, and the white sand sticking onto your body like second skin due to the copious amounts of sunblock you’d lather yourself in. But most importantly it was the parking cost at Ocean Drive.

In your humble opinion $8 dollars was too much.

But watching the news during Spring Break broke your heart more than usual. College students let loose littering the streets and beaches. Taking advantage of their week of freedom to get drunk as hell and start destroying property left and right. The beach wasn’t your second home like most Miamians but it still held a special place in your heart.

Why Jimin and Nathalie wanted to get married during the most horrifying event of the year—next to Halloween of course—was beyond you. They’re both spontaneous and a little insane so it was poetically on brand for them. Still, you really wish they would’ve waited at least a week.

“This is going to be a disaster.” You mumble to yourself, slumping back on Jimin and Nathalie’s couch.

They invited you over to discuss wedding plans over pizza and ice cream, which ceased to exist. They had been all loved up in the light pink love seat of their living room, leaving you to witness it like a fly on the wall in pure and utter disgust.

Sometimes you think they do this on purpose. Invite you over with a promise of something only to rub it in that they’re completely head over heels for each other. It’s as if they were telling you to go out and find someone. But it’s not your fault that you’ve tried and all the men you’ve met are complete asshole’s, who don’t understand that in order to be friends with benefits. You have to do the friend part first.

“No, don't tell her yet.” Nathalie says doing a terrible job at keeping her voice low enough for you to hear. Though, you weren’t paying attention to anything they were saying earlier. You are now. And you have a terrible suspicion that they were talking about you.

“Tell me what?” You lift your head up enough to see them. Frozen in their embrace exchanging wide eyed looks and silently yelling at each other.

Jimin groans in annoyance, throwing his head back hitting the back side of the love seat. “I told you, you were being too loud.” He all but whines, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically.

“I thought she was sleeping.” She retaliates by hitting his chest lightly, making him flinch.

You sit up crossing your arms. “She is still here. What aren’t you going to tell me yet?”

Nathalie clicks her tongue and stands up. “It’s not that important. Only that Hoseok just arrived in Miami and his parents are picking him up.” She shrugs her shoulders in nonchalance, strutting her way to the kitchen.

Oh.

“And he’s coming over later for pizza and ice cream and wedding stuff.” Jimin chuckles awkwardly at the end.

Oh.

With the way he has his eyes completely trained behind you. You know him and Nathalie are having a silent discussion. But that didn’t matter because your ex boyfriend. The person you once loved with all of your heart and you now loathe was coming and they didn’t want to tell you?

“I see.” You fall back on the couch again. Your silence is loud and it’s a little bit frightening at how well you took the news, they seemed to think. It’s indicated with the sighs of relief they both let out simultaneously. What they don’t know is that inside you’re completely falling apart.

It’s the weight of the situation, and you need to come up with an excuse fast in case he shows up in the next five minutes and you’re still here.

“Oh looks like I have to go. I forgot to feed my cat.”

You don’t have a cat and they know that so that excuse is off the table.

“Oh god. I totally forgot that I needed to clean my apartment.”

No, that one wouldn’t work. They know you strictly clean your apartment on Sundays to start the week anew. And it’s Friday night. Fuck!

In the end though, you pick the worst excuse out of the book. “No, it’s Friday. I forgot mom wanted me home for dinner since Danny is visiting from college.” You stand up, furrowing your brows so they know you’re serious. But you know them as well as you know your brother. And they know that he won’t be in town for another five days, which is why he can’t attend the wedding. But you won’t let them see you falter.

Your escape was now or never.

“Babes.” Nathalie sighs, dropping her hands to the side. Her face is morphed into pity and you hate that it is, because you know she’s only looking at you like that because Hoseok was mentioned. “You don’t have to leave, Jimin can tell him to come over tomorrow.”

You scoff brushing her off whilst grabbing your things from the coffee table. “Nah, it’s fine. I have things to do anyway. Joon is having a new artist come in and record soon. So I want to get the paperwork done as fast as possible.” Huh, maybe you should’ve used work as the excuse. It would’ve been more believable. They know you absolutely love your job at RKIVE RECORDS and they know that Namjoon—your boss—tends to overwork you sometimes.  They would’ve bought it in an instant. Plus they don’t need to know that you’ve finished the paperwork before coming over.

“But we still have to discuss the bachelorette party.” She pouts, clasping her hands in front of her begging like a child.

You offer a smile, grabbing your purse. “Drinks tomorrow at my place and we can discuss it then.” You walk towards her, tapping her nose lightly before looking back at Jimin who’s looking at you with equal amounts of pity.

God, when will this nightmare end.

You face Nathalie again, putting one hand over your mouth like you’re about to share your deepest darkest secret with her and use your thumb to point behind you.“We don’t want him to listen to how wild the night is going to be.” You joke, making his ears perk up.

“Hey, I said no stri—“

“Goodbye Jimin, I love you.” You say, stuffing your feet inside your shoes at their entrance. Opening the door before they continue their protests.

Needless to say, you're relieved that Hoseok is not standing on the other side when you do. You have a lot that you want to say to him. Six years worth of things that you’ve been wanting to say to him. But you wouldn’t know where to start. And yes, ignoring him would be impossible, but at least you’d have one more day to get all your thoughts in check.

This wedding was going to be a disaster.

Hoseok doesn’t know what he was expecting when he came over to Jimin’s place but it certainly wasn’t the cold shoulder and menacing glares from your cousin.

The discomfort settled deep within him as soon as he sat on the couch, sipping on the vanilla latte he had bought when exiting the airport. His parents had picked him up, tears filled their eyes as they reunited with tight hugs. Despite the jet lag he was currently experiencing and his mother’s protests to please go home with them so she can cook him the best home cooked meal in the world.

Hoseok still ended up at Jimin’s place, which now he wishes he hadn’t, but he had to attend to best man duties. Something about Jimin wanting to check his best man speech for the rehearsal dinner, just in case.

The trust his best friend had in him was miniscule. Hoseok had reassured the now blonde that he didn’t add anything embarrassing or widely inappropriate to the speech. It was mainly because he wasn’t done with it. But even if he was done, the idea of letting the entire world know that Jimin once had a threesome in a public jacuzzi back in college had not crossed his mind.

Maybe once.

“How’s Australia treating you?”

Hoseok jumps at the sound of Jimin’s voice. He’d been so focused in his thoughts and Nathalie’s glares that he had practically forgotten about the groom in the room.

He clears his throat, “It’s wonderful, I never want to leave.” He responds, setting down his empty cup on a coaster on the coffee table.

Nathalie scoffs before standing up in what seems to be like a protest, making Hoseok’s eyebrows come together at the center of his forehead. His mother’s home cooked meal sounds way better now than before.

Jimin sighs, watching his fiance make her way to the dining room before turning to face Hoseok. “Don’t mind her, she's stressed about the wedding.” He says, offering him an almost forced smile.

Hoseok sighs before leaning into the couch further, his nose jumping at the slightly familiar perfume it picks up. A scent he’s all but avoided for years, but still lives permanently implanted in his brain. It smells like you. Well you mixed with a hint of another cologne. A much manlier one than he’s ever worn, but he doesn’t let his mind dwell on that for too. It’s the only thing that lets him know that you could have possibly been here in the same spot he was in earlier. It helps him understand Nathalie’s coldness towards him.

He can’t stop himself from asking. “Jimin, I’ve been away for six years. I’m not stupid. She was here right? He leans his elbows against his thighs, peering at Jimin sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table.

The blonde sighs before throwing his head back in frustration. Sometimes he wishes his life was easier and drama free. Then again this was better than the new season of The Bachelor. “Naty and her were supposed to discuss bachelorette ideas since they’re both finally free. But she left as soon as she heard you were coming.” He confesses with a long deep sigh and Hoseok can’t help but feel awful.

Obviously he’s not forgotten what he did to you. It’s something that lives permanently rent free in his mind. He was a coward then and a coward now.

“You should’ve told me I would’ve come by another day.”

Jimin smirks only a little. Enough to know that he had been plotting something all along. “Kinda wanted to see the two of you in the same room before the rehearsal dinner. I love the two of you very much but you were the biggest douchebag for what you did to her and she’s obviously still angry. So maybe if you guys met beforehand you would just hash it out here and the rest of the week would run smoothly.” He shrugs in nonchalance that it almost fires Hoseok up.

Of course, he’s not going to admit that out of all the ideas Jimin has had in his life. This one seemed pretty reasonable. The only problem is, that it would've blindsided the two of you if you hadn’t found out that he was coming. And he’s sure that Jimin would’ve had to find a new best man to replace him if his plan had played out exactly the way he wanted it to.

“You’re fucking insane Jimin. Do you want to see me dead?” He says shrugging, leaning back into the couch again. His head swarming with thoughts of you, your smile and your laugh, and he’s come to realize that a part of him is a little disappointed that you weren’t here ready to murder him.

“I mean you deserve it.” Jimin chuckles before shutting his laptop and leaning his arms on top of it. “Your speech is fucking awful by the way.”

Hoseok springs up, arms up in the air in confusion. “Hey! I’ve worked on that thing for three weeks and made the revisions you asked for.” He counteracts. His frustration causes Jimin to finally break into a fit of laughter, making Hoseok pout.

“That’s the problem.” He says after calming down. “It’s too formal now. There’s no personality.”

Hoseok crosses his arms in front of him in protest. “I’m not rewriting it.”

“I didn’t ask you to rewrite it. I’m just saying maybe add something to make it more Hobi. Right now it reads like it was written by the fucking Duke of England or something.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He sighs in defeat.

“I’m telling you he’s not as attractive as he used to be.” Nathalie yells over the sound of your blow dryer. She’s sitting behind you on your bed, scrolling through her many pinterest boards. This one is named Appropriate Bachelorette Party Ideas.

Sadly, strippers dressed as firefighters were officially out of the question. But the penis shaped cake was not. Nor were the little penis straws and balloons. This all being your mom, her mom and Jimin’s mom’s idea. You swore their minds permanently lived in the gutter.

You shut off your blow dryer, placing it on the ground in front of you. “You don’t have to lie to me. Mom follows him on Instagram and she sends me pictures sometimes.” You grin at her through your full length mirror. “I’ve always known he was going to age like fine wine.” You joke, earning an eye roll from your cousin.

“He’s not even thirty. That saying doesn’t apply to him yet.” She shakes her head, turning her attention to her laptop again. “My statement still stands, he's not that good looking anymore.” She mumbles more to herself as she scrolls, making you laugh lightly.

You stand up, your hair half blown out and the other wet and curling. “You don’t have to lie to yourself just cause you’re being loyal to me.” You sit next to her on your bed. “You and I both know that he’s the best looking one out of our friend group.” You say bumping your shoulder against hers.

She looks up in alert, almost as if offended. “I think you’ve mistaken him for Jimin.” She scoffs, eyes full of hearts. This had been an ongoing joke between the two of you for years. Even before Hoseok left and she and Jimin got together. Back then her infatuation with Jimin was nothing but a school girl crush. So imagine your surprise when she told you months after they slept together that they were secretly seeing each other.

It had kept you up all night. Mainly because oddly it made you miss Hoseok. A feeling you had pushed away since the moment he turned around at the airport leaving you in tears. A feeling that returned last night as you met up with Yoongi for the third time in the span of a week. Nothing he did could get you out of your head so after many failed attempts of trying his hardest to give you the big O. The two of you just sat in your bed and talked.

Friends with benefits with more friends than benefits is the best way you could describe your relationship with the well renowned producer. He was a great listener and gave great advice and last night he had told you to just give Hoseok a piece of your mind. Even gave you some pointers. Some that you would take and some that you would totally avoid.

Like having hate sex.

You don’t hate Hoseok. You resent him. Plus wasn’t having sex with an ex something you should one hundred precent avoid?

“Whatever, I’m tired of boy talk Naty. Can we finally start planning before the mom’s take over and give us penis shaped everything.” You practically whine leaning your head against her shoulder, only to have her shove you off.

“Only if you agree to wear the lavender strappy dress.”

“But I can’t breathe in that dress. It’s so fucking tight.” You cross your arms in front of you pouting. She stays unfazed, scrolling through her pinterest board, your eyes pick up on makeshift photo booths. All with different themes.

“Idiot, it’s only for the pictures. Then we can change into our sweats and eat all the sweets.”

“I can’t believe you’re convinced that the moms won’t take us out to the club that day. It’s like you don’t know them at all.”

Nathalie rolls her eyes before putting her laptop to the side and turning to face you, putting both hands on your cheeks and squishing them. “Oh I know what they’re going to do. I overheard my mom and your mom on a three way call with Jimin’s mom the other day while I was over. They have it all planned out. But I’m limiting them to one club, so please wear the dress.”

You sigh, shoving her hands away standing up. “It’s like I didn’t grow up with you. I know one club means like five in your head.” You say walking to your full length mirror and sitting down on the floor again. “Fine, but that means I’m cutting you off after three drinks. I don’t want you hungover at the rehearsal dinner.”

“With how things are going with you. I think it will be the other way around.”

Hoseok doesn’t miss clubbing and he doesn’t miss clubbing in Miami. Most importantly he doesn’t miss clubbing in Miami during spring break.

It’s awful here. E11EVEN has never looked more crowded. There’s barely space to walk, or breathe. The humidity doesn’t help either.

It’s been two days since he’s arrived in Miami. And his days have been filled with fixing his sleep schedule. Helping his mom around the house and staring at the blank document that’s supposed to contain his best man speech.

He can’t write anything. All his best ideas have been turned down by the groom himself. He has no fucking idea how to make something more Hobi. He just is Hobi. Truly, he wishes he never came back home. His days have been filled with nothing but disappointment and memories he’d rather forget. Just last night he went for a walk around the block and ran into your mother walking your family dog, who coddled him to no end. Acting like he didn’t betray her only daughter.

Acting like he was still part of the family.

She talked his ear off for almost an hour and nothing Hoseok did to get away worked. It also didn’t help that your family and his were neighbors. So escaping home wasn’t an excuse because then they’d just end up walking the same way.

It was good to see her though. She still looked the same with some new wrinkles here and there, but still the same.

Now, he’s at a club with Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, all celebrating the groom’s bachelor death. Something none of them saw coming. Needless to say he’s overwhelmed. His sleep schedule still needs a good fix and the music is blaring against his eardrums, so he can’t think properly. Though, it’s probably due to the fact that he’s a little over four drinks in and well on his fifth one.

It’s too early to tell if he’ll regret this later on, but a part of him is sensing it already.

“We have to go.” Jungkook yells over the music as he leans over the table with his forearms. The rest of the men sitting in a booth babysitting their drinks with absolutely no energy to go out onto the dance floor unlike the youngest who's been breaking a sweat every time his favorite song comes on.

His words catch their attention and Jimin sits up straighter than before. “Why?” He yells, cupping his hands over his mouth like that’s going to help him with volume. It doesn’t, but somehow the younger male picks up on his confusion.

“The girls are here. I just saw Tae’s wife trying to twerk.” He says turning to face the brunette. “Sorry dude, she kinda sucks at it.” He adds apologetically, earning an eye roll from the man in question.

“Don’t look at her then.” He retorts, crossing his arms in front of him, turning to face the crowd in an obvious search for his wife of three years.

Jimin though springs up fast, standing on his toes with a huge smile on his face. “I knew they were going to come here. This is the club Nathalie and I hooked up in, in the bathroom.” He says like it’s the best love story in the world and not the most unhygienic one. Though, Hoseok can’t judge. Once post break up he had sex with some random girl in a dirty bathroom club. Worst experience of his life. One he will never ever ever bring up again.

“Dude, the whole point of a Bachelor party is to not meet your future wife at hers.” Jungkook yells in annoyance, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, playing with his lip ring.

“Who fucking cares.” This time it’s Taehyung who speaks, standing up and checking his reflection in the black vinyl wrapped column behind him. No doubt ready to go hit on his wife. It’s entirely obvious that Jimin has the same idea because the second he spots his fiancé wearing a pink beaded necklace with a bunch of tiny penises dangling around it. He’s running out onto the dance floor with Taehyung trailing closely behind.

Jungkook plops down next to Hoseok sighing in defeat. “We’ve lost them, they’re fucking whipped man.” He shakes his head, placing his elbows in front of him on the table.

“Yeah.” Hoseok answers halfheartedly. He doesn’t mean to give Jungkook such a half assed answer but he’s finally spotted you. Finally saw you in person for the first time in six years, laughing at the way Nathalie and Taehyung’s wife jumped when their significant others snuck up on them. Both of them earned well deserved hard slaps against their chest.

You’re wearing the most beautiful dress. Lavender and strappy and it hugs your body just right. He notices that you look a bit more skinnier than before and it makes his heart sink a little because grabbing onto you was his favorite thing in the world. Still you look so good. So damn good that he’s starting to regret ever leaving for Australia in the first place and finally starting to enjoy the fact that he’s back home.

That is until your eyes meet his. And they’re only met with one thing.

Pure solicited rage.

Hoseok gulps and quickly downs his drink. Already mapping out a route so he can get his sixth one.

Jungkook whistles next to him, slapping an arm around his shoulder making Hoseok jump. “I saw that, you’re fucked dude.” He laughs nervously, patting his shoulder gently. The action lacks all the comfort in the world. But it’s a nice gesture? He thinks.

“Trust me I know.”

You’ve managed to avoid Hoseok for a good thirty minutes. After meeting his eyes for a brief second you did everything in your power to disappear, pushing your way to the bar.

That is until a gin and tonic appears in front of you.

“Yoongs, I didn't order this.” You look up. The smirk you’ve come to know well over countless nights of meaningless pleasure, greets you. The cute bartender was the reason why you convinced Nathalie to come here tonight. He was in your bed last night and always gave you and the girls free drinks because of your very transactional relationship with him.

Yoongi shrugs, placing the white rag over his shoulders and leaning against the bar with his elbows. “I know but he did.” He nods his head towards the left, making you shift your gaze in that direction. Only to regret it when your eyes find Hoseok’s behind his yellow tinted shades.

He looks different, a different kind of different. A different that screams expensive. Dripping with confidence. “Don’t leave me here alone, Yoongi.” You rush out. He catches onto the panic laced behind your voice and that only makes him smile wider.

He leans into you, lips hovering over your ears. “Can’t believe you’ve replaced me already. Was last night really that bad?” He jokes, before pushing himself away from the counter and the drink towards you, walking away.

He’s cynical.

You groan, threading your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Don’t do that you’re going to mess up your hair.” You jump, Hoseok now standing next to you leaning against the bar, looking everywhere but you.

“Doesn’t matter, nights’ already ruined anyway.” You sigh, grabbing a hold of your drink and taking a sip. You’d be an idiot to decline a free drink.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

You ignore him, making him fall silent. The music pounding around the two of you, acting as a buffer for the awkwardness floating around the two of you. All the things you’ve been wanting to say to him since that night disappear with your confidence. Drowned out by the two gin and tonics you drank earlier.

And just like always, Hoseok breaks the silence.

At least one thing is still the same.

“You look nice.” He says, leaning in slightly for you to hear him. His glass of whisky sits untouched in between his hands.

“Thanks.” You answer, placing your drink down and finally turning to face him.

Mistake number one.

He looks better up close and unfamiliar which makes your stomach drop a little. Once upon a time you always believed that no matter what. Hoseok would always be someone familiar to you. Now, you’re being proved wrong and because you never admit defeat. You’re blaming it on the alcohol, his simple black t-shirt, light washed jeans and the orange tinted glasses, sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“You too.”

This is awkward. More awkward than what the two of you expected, because a part of Hoseok and you still assumed that everything would be the same. Regardless of what happened. It was a conversation the two of you would often have. Full of what if’s, and false fantasies. That ended up becoming reality.

“How have you been?” This time it's you who breaks the silence, catching Hoseok off guard. That much is obvious since his eyes grow wide. You’ve never been one to initiate a conversation. At least not during the first few months of your relationship. The minute you started getting comfortable with him. Nothing in the world could shut you up and your tangents about everything and anything.

He takes a sip from his drink. And it burns down his throat. Obvious that it wasn’t very diluted. “I’ve been good.” He shrugs, mentally slapping himself because that is what he could come up with? A generic ass answer when he has endless stories about the last six years, that he’s always been wanting to tell you.

“And you?” He clears his throat, setting his glass down and running his index finger over the rim.

You nod, biting down on your straw in contemplation. Small talk was never your forte but it is your fault for starting it up.

You should have run away the second Yoongi placed the drink in front of you. You would’ve dealt with the embarrassment later. It would’ve been better than your current situation.

“I’ve been good too.” You answer, nodding, folding your hands on top of the bar, shifting your eyes from his, to his nose and then the wall of expensive liquor behind the bar.

“That’s good, I’m happy you’re doing well.” He all but whispers and it's amazing how you’re still able to hear him over the loud thumping of the bass. “Do you come here a lot?” Another stupid question. He might as well just publish a whole book series on them, because apparently he’s filled with a lot. Can you blame him? Yes, you can because he didn’t have to come to you. He could’ve stayed with Jungkook and listened to him complain about how he isn't pulling enough girls like usual. Or he could’ve found you.

So, he chose to do the latter. And now he’s regretting it. Only a little bit though. You look so pretty in your lilac dress, your cheekbones, arms and cleavage sparkling with the kind of glitter usually used for music festivals. Letting him know that your kid-like spirit is still alive. Something he feared you would lose on the night he left you broken and pleading on the airport floor.

His guilty conscience will never let himself forget it.

“I don’t.” You finally answer, pushing your drink away. In a different circumstance you would’ve finished it. Now, finishing it would be a mistake because once it was empty he would order you another one. Not necessarily trying to get you drunk. He knew your limit better than yourself, but more out of chivalry.

“Oh, then how do you know the bar guy?”

You should’ve known this question was going to come. Yoongi always made sure everyone knew you and him were somehow intertwined. Whether it was subtly or in the most obvious way possible.

“Work.” You say, like it's the most obvious thing, but then when you spot the confusion written all over Hoseok’s face. You realize that what you just said didn’t make sense at all, so you clear your throat to clarify. “Yoongi is a producer at RKIVE, he only bartends on the weekends for his brother.”

“Ah, that makes sense as to why the two of you are so close.”

“We aren’t that close.” You say, waving him off. It’s a lie, he’ll be able to know that it’s a lie with one look. Which is why you avoid his eyes all together.

“Please he’s basically eating me alive right now with one look.” He scoffs, taking another sip of his whisky. He usually only drinks one but maybe today’s the day he makes some changes. “And he smells like you.” He adds, hardening his face to keep himself from pouting.

“Okay, so maybe we hook up sometimes.” You say, raising your voice a little bit. “Why does that matter to you?”

Hoseok grips his glass with one hand, while pushing his glasses up with his other one. “You’re right it doesn’t matter to me.” He says before standing up from the barstool. Rethinking his choices and reasonings from before. He definitely regrets coming up to you. He was already suspicious about your relationship with the bartender, when he saw him lean into you a little too close for his own comfort. Hearing the confirmation come from your mouth makes him feel even worse. Then again, this is all his fault and his price to pay.

He should’ve just stayed with Jungkook.

The neon lights and cigarette smoke are distorting his reality. Hoseok thinks.

Are your arms really wrapped around his neck, reeling him in? Or is this a figment of his imagination? Is your body so close to his that he can smell the scent of your perfume?

Daisy by Marc Jacobs

It’s still the same and it's driving him insane. Apart from the heat of your body dancing so close to him. His hands are on your waist. Like they belong there, because they once did.

He’s not sure if you're conscious about what you’re doing. If your smile is a fake one or not. If you’re letting the lights, the music, the smoke, the alcohol that you consumed–provided by your kind friend Yoongi–is also distorting your reality. If that’s the case. He should be the bigger person and push you away. You get touchy and needy when drunk, making a part of you want him right now. He knows that when the sun is up and you’re a bit more sober, you won’t want him anymore.

Still, it feels good to be wanted by you again. None of the others that came after you could compare to what you would make him feel back then. What he is currently feeling right now.

On top of the world, wearing rose colored glasses to hide away from his reality.

“Let’s get out of here.” You lean closer to his ear, yelling over the music. A weird remix of Usher’s DJ’s Got Us Falling In Love Again.

How fitting.

He should say no. You don’t want this, he knows this. But his heart is yelling louder than the pounding of the bass against his eardrums. So, he caves into his desires, knowing very well he will suffer during the morning after.

“Okay,” He agrees, pulling you closer, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

Karma is going to come for him just like he deserves.

When Hoseok left, he left everything he could ever want behind. His parents, his sister, his cousins, his dog, his friends and his future with you. That’s why he closed himself off. For the longest time he lived on auto pilot.

Gym, work, home. Hit the clubs every Friday to Sunday and sleep with someone new almost every weekend. There were no feelings involved. He never allowed himself that luxury because they were all left behind when he boarded the plane. He never treated his weekend conquests like they were pieces of gum on the bottom of his shoes. A luxury weekend away in one of those fancy five star hotels. Penthouse suite and all. They dined like kings and queens, took advantage of the room service, mini fridge and luxury spa. He made sure they felt special for at least a little while. And plus there was an unspoken rule. Everyone involved knew that nothing more would come out of the weekend.

So maybe he’s just confused. Or maybe he forgot how to be with someone that he genuinely likes, because you're straddling his lap, with your lips attached to his neck. And he genuinely is frozen with his hands by his side, and his heart in his throat. He only knows that he is still alive because he can smell the alcohol from your breath.

“Why are you acting so weird?” You pull away, flipping your hair to the side and resting your palms on top of his chest. You’re aware that sleeping with your ex is a hard no in the rule book. Especially one that absolutely destroyed you. But tonight you don’t care. Yoongi was an asshole earlier and Hoseok looks so good. Your moral compass might be five steps out the door. But after tonight.

After the wedding.

Hoseok will go back to Australia and you will go back to lying to yourself. Sleeping with Yoongi because you’re trying so hard to avoid the heartbreak Hoseok caused you, instead of confronting it like you should.

“I’m not, it’s just–” He stops, bringing his eyes up to your face. He’s searching, he has that look on his face. The one you know so well because whenever he didn’t know what to say he would just look at you, eyes running between yours and past them, searching for the right thing to say.

“Haven’t slept with anyone in the past ten years?” You quirk an eyebrow.

It finally clicks , his face morphs into disbelief before gently pushing you off his lap, leaving you stunned, confused and a little bit heartbroken. Maybe he didn’t want you after all. The reality check kicked in, hitting you harder than it should have as he rolled his eyes while standing up. It should’ve been your signal to just shut your mouth, but you are stubborn. A fact you and Hoseok know very well.

“Hit a nerve didn’t I?” You sit up on the once perfectly made bed, tugging your knees in and wrapping your arms around them, avoiding his gaze. Maybe you didn’t want to see the evident anger in them or maybe you didn’t want to know the truth. That he actually found solace in someone else that wasn’t you. So you braced yourself for the hit in your gut.

It never comes. Instead he lets out a sigh, the bed dips next to you, making you look up at him again. His angry eyes morphing into understanding as he props himself up against the headboard. “I was nervous about seeing you again.” He whispers, looking down at the white duvet. The tiny stitches serve as his focal point. “I didn’t know what to expect, I didn’t know if I should say hi or ignore you. I didn’t know if I should go up to you and ask you how you were. Or if I should apologize for what I did even if it was six years too late. But I saw you tonight and I completely forgot myself.” He confesses, shaking his head lightly, letting out an almost soundless chuckle.

“W-”

Hoseok holds his hand up, stopping you from continuing whatever you were going to say. Something he never dared to do when you were together. He always let you speak your mind and get your word in before he said something himself. He valued your opinion and never let you run away from your emotions. But that was six years ago, this is now. And the now Hoseok was completely different in every sense of the word..

“Leaving you behind was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life. It wasn’t leaving my mom, dad, Jiwoo or the guys, it was you. I tried telling you many times, but I just couldn’t, because we were talking about getting married and the names for our kids and the nice little house by our parents houses. And it was suffocating. I couldn’t stay here but I couldn’t take you with me either. Your life was already here, that dream that you had of going somewhere else was gone because of me, and the comfort we found in each other. So, I couldn’t tell you and I couldn’t leave you and the only solution I saw was to just disappear.” He finishes, finally looking up at you. He knew what he was going to find and the anger was burning brightly. Even though you were older, you were still the same firecracker he grew up and fell in love with.

You scoff, “You’re unbelievable.” You stand up, fixing your dress, shaking your head. “You’re so fucking unbelievable it makes me want to scream.” You walk up to the window, a humorless laugh escaping your now smudged blood red lips. “I was fucking miserable after you left, and I can’t believe that you’ve actually convinced yourself that you did the right thing by not telling me. Do you think I wouldn’t have let you go? Do you think I would’ve begged you to not leave me like some hopeless little girl? Because you’re so wrong.” You turn around, arms crossed in front of your chest, pulling in tighter for comfort. “I didn’t want to have this conversation now or maybe ever. I don’t want to say something I don’t mean because of all the anger I have towards you that’s just been inside of me for the past six years. But let's have it because you have no idea how much I truly do hate you.”

The bite shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, he thought he was over you. He thought he was healed enough to hear you say the one word he hoped he’d never have to hear come out of your mouth. Yet, there it was, lingering in the air like poison.

“You didn’t do me any favor by not telling me. Instead, you destroyed me. I spent so long searching for answers by myself because you wouldn’t answer any of my texts, calls or emails. All I wanted was some sort of explanation so I could stop the hate that I have for you from growing even further. And I couldn’t, instead I just let it grow.” You wrap your arms around yourself tighter, swallowing hard to keep your voice from trembling due to all the different emotions growing inside of you. “And it took me so long to just accept the fact that you never really loved me as much as I loved you.”

“That’s not true, I–”

You hold up your hand just like he had done to you. You let him have the floor but now it was your turn, “No you didn’t because if you did you wouldn’t have left the way you did. You wouldn’t have pretended like I didn’t exist when I was simply just asking for an explanation that day. You wouldn’t have ignored me because it felt better to not confront your mistake.”

“I couldn’t stay, I was fucking dying knowing I was going to die in a place I never considered home.” He said, breaking his composure, finally letting the screw of the bottle break loose.

“And do you think I ever considered this place my home?” You throw your hands up in the air. “I didn’t go to New York for school because of you, I turned down the scholarship to my dream school because of you but I had somehow convinced myself that because I had you I would always be home even if it meant being stuck in the suburbs of Miami for the rest of my life. It brought me comfort that maybe one day together we could decide to leave everything behind and just go. But we didn’t ever get the chance to explore that topic because you already had a plan for your future and it never involved me.”

“You don’t know how wrong you are.” Hoseok bites back standing up. The bed keeps the two of you apart. He wasn’t oceans away anymore, but somehow he felt even farther from you now that he was in the same room as you. It was stupid to expect that everything was going to be fine. “Even now, after ten years you’re still the only one I see myself growing old with. I fucked up, I was young, but I’ve had many sleepless nights beating myself up about it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for not telling you, I’m sorry for thinking that maybe your life would be so much better without me. I’m sorry for not feeling guilty after I realized how much happier I was in Australia, but even then I still wish I had you with me. And I will always want you with me.” He breathes out, rounding the corner of the bed, finally standing in front of you.

“I will never stop being sorry, and I know you won’t forgive me for as long as you live. I knew that if I told you I wouldn’t have been able to go, because it would’ve only taken you to tell me to go, to not go. You would have supported me through and through, but it just felt easier to just leave and disappear. I loved you so much, more than everything I have ever loved in my life. But I knew our reality. I knew that phone calls wouldn’t have been enough. I knew that slowly we would drift apart and I couldn’t go through that. I couldn’t stomach the fact that we would’ve become perfect strangers over time, that we would’ve slowly dissolved into nothing. I didn’t want you to be fine and then start hurting over time. I didn’t want to fight and not be there physically to make it right.” He stops in front of you, hands by his side, eyes dropping low in a gentle form of sadness.

“But we could’ve talked, we could’ve figured something out. For a while after you left I just wanted to talk to you and listen to how amazing Australia was. But you pushed me out like I meant nothing, and it fucking hurt Hobi.” You choke out, looking away. You always hated crying in front of him, because he would try everything in his power to make you feel okay.

Right now you don't want to feel okay.

“I know and I will never stop apologizing for it, but don’t you think it would’ve been harder if we just became strangers over time while still being in each other’s lives?”

You shake your head. “I just don’t think it would’ve happened, we always had faith in each other when we were together. Why was this any different? I know we would’ve somehow made it work.”  You suck in a breath, closing your eyes, as the tears slowly fall down. Hoseok’s hand itches to reach out to you and wipe them away, but he doesn’t have the right to anymore. So, he stuffs his hands in his pocket.

“Maybe I just didn’t trust myself. Changes are scary and I was uprooting my entire life for a dream that I wasn’t even sure would come true. I was scared that you’d think less of me if I didn’t achieve it or that you’d get frustrated with me. Or that I would resent you for some reason. I guess it just felt easier for you to hate me.” He sighs.

“I wouldn’t have let you.” You shrug, wiping your tears away. “I would’ve taken the first flight to you if I knew you were having a hard time.

Hoseok lets out a humorless chuckle, angry at himself, “That was the problem. I couldn’t have asked you to do that. I had to start over from scratch but I couldn’t ask you to do the same for me. You were growing and finally doing something that you liked. You were starting to finally enjoy your life outside of me. I couldn’t have asked you to drop the comfort of your inner support system just to be with me, because then you really would have resented me. I know you say now that you wouldn’t have, but it happened to our parents when they moved here. Who's to say it wouldn’t have happened to us?”

You shrug, furrowing your brows into the stubborn look he knew so well. “I don’t know but we would’ve figured it out.”

“We wouldn’t have, it would’ve been something that would have gradually built over time. And I couldn’t lose you in that way.”

You scoff, pushing past him, walking quickly towards the door of his hotel room. You were done, said everything you needed to say. You had no business in staying somewhere you weren’t ever welcomed in. Wordlessly you put on your heels without tying the buckle, and grab the handle of the door. His gaze burns holes into your smooth back.

“At the end of the day you still did.” You say turning the handle before turning to face him again. “It was nice seeing you again Hoseok, I hope Australia was everything you had ever dreamed for.” You open the door as he opens his mouth to say one more thing. He couldn’t let you leave again. At least not in this way.

“I think it’s best if we don’t talk to each other for the rest of the weekend.” You swallow, stopping for a second almost as if you had something else to say but decide against it. “Fitting is tomorrow at 10am, don’t be late or I’ll have to listen to Nathalie have another meltdown.”

That was the last thing you said to him before walking out of his life. It was Earth shattering, everything between the two of you left unresolved and worse. Farther apart than before and it was suffocating. Maybe Miami wasn’t the problem in the first place, maybe it was always him. Either way if this was how you felt when he left you behind. Then truly he was the biggest asshole he had ever had the unfortunate privilege of knowing.

This hurts more than the heaviness of life itself.

Nathalie lets out a deep sigh for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. You had tried to ignore it at first but it was really starting to get on your nerves. Especially because you knew she had something to say and instead of just going out and saying it, she was waiting for you to ask.

Why did everyone always expect you to reach out first?

“If you have something to say just say it.” You mention, looking at yourself in the mirror once again. The sage green, off the shoulder bridesmaid dress wasn’t very flattering on your form. But this wasn’t your wedding, you weren’t there to make a statement in the loveliest gown that made you feel on top of the world. It was once your dream, now you aren't so sure it will ever become a reality.

Nathalie sighs sitting down on the velvet couch with her wedding dress unzipped, gently clinging onto her body. It was tight. The wedding diet she had been on was apparently ruined by Jimin with all the delicious food he had been cooking for dinner recently.

“I saw you leave with Hobi last night, anything happen?”

There it was the million dollar question that everyone and their mothers wanted the answer to.

You sigh, reaching behind you to unzip the dress. It was now suffocating, too tight around your ribcage making it impossibly hard for you to breathe. “Nothing happened, we talked.”

Nathalie cocked an eyebrow, “Only talked?”

You hum, letting out a small sigh of defeat, dropping your arms by your side. “More like fought.” You shrug trying to seem as unbothered as possible. The truth was that after you left you went to see Yoongi. Hoping to let out some steam. But as soon as he saw the state you were in. He brought you inside and let you cry on his couch, while he watched a movie on Disney+.

When you were done, he paused the movie and finally spoke to you, harshly. In a way he had never spoken to you before. A slap in the face but a much needed one. Making you come to your senses. It took everything in you to not call Hoseok again and apologize. But just as you were about to dial his number you realized that you had nothing to apologize for. Everything you had said and felt was valid.

So, you just stayed on his couch, makeup smudged all over your face as you continued watching the movie he was watching. It was where you woke up this morning, joints aching in discomfort, listening to Yoongi’s soft footsteps as he prepared for the day ahead of him. At the sight of you he didn’t say anything, didn’t make fun of your appearance. Instead, he simply gave you a bowl of raisin bran cereal, a meticulous sliced orange and a large cup of coffee. Telling you to drink up and energize since the day you had ahead of you was long.

He was right, it had only been one hour and you already wanted to go home. “Just fighting, not hot and steamy make up–” She pauses for a second and looks around, putting her hand to the side of her mouth “--sex.” She whispers, sending you a mischievous wink.

You roll your eyes before looking at yourself in the mirror again, cringing at how unflattering the color looks on you. “You’re annoying.”

Your cousin lets out a loud laugh before putting her hand over her mouth. “It totally did happen.” She practically squeals. “I knew something must’ve happened, the two of you were practically clinging onto each other when you left and your eyes are so fucking swollen. Must’ve been a wild night.” She rambles, standing up and holding her dress up to her body, jumping in front of you. “You have to tell me everything, was it the same or better than before?”

You close your eyes in frustration, “Naty,” you start, balling your hands at your sides “Nothing fucking happened, we made out for a little bit and then we fought. He practically told me he left to save me from him or some stupid reason like that.” You sigh, looking up at the sky blinking a few times. “He basically hinted that I wasn’t enough of a reason for him to stay and then I left, went to Yoongi’s and now I’m here.”

Her face drops, bottom lip protruding outward. “Well, did you at least sleep with Yoongi?” She cocks her head to the side, making a small smile appear on your face. You know she’s only asking to lighten up the situation.

You shake your head before sitting down on the pink crushed velvet couch of the fitting room. It had only been the two of you for the past hour, the rest of her bridal party had left with your mom’s and Jimin’s mom’s for an early lunch. The two of you stayed replaying that small fantasy the two of you had as children while playing with your mom’s fancy dresses. It had been fun until reality kicked in.

“If you can count sobbing on his couch while he ignored me and watched Thor sleeping with him then yes.” Your smile widens as she falls next to you pulling you into a bone crushing hug, her dress slipping down, revealing her nude strapless bra.

The two of you stay like that, laughing for a while. Recounting the end of your night as best as you could. It was absolutely amazing how much your heart was still broken after six years. Maybe that’s what happens when you truly lose the only love of your life.

“I’m sorry for inviting him.” She whispers after a few minutes of quiet.

You look down at her for a split second before looking up at the mirror in front of you. Maybe the color didn’t look as bad on you as you had once thought. “It’s fine,” you pause before smiling down at her again. “I’ll be fine.”

“Bu–”

“Naty, I survived six years without him. I can make it a lifetime. I'll be fine. I’m okay.” You try to say as reassuringly as possible. Though, you know she’s not entirely convinced she drops the subject before standing up and extending her hands out to you.

“We still have like six hours to kill before the rehearsal dinner. Want to disappear for a while?”

You grab her hands letting her pull you up. “Does it involve ice cream?”

“Is that even a question?” She playfully rolls her eyes and lets go of your hands, before disappearing behind the curtain to the actual changing room leaving you alone in the lobby of the private room.

Maybe disappearing and pretending like nothing was wrong was what you needed now. As much as you wanted to, it would've been impossible to ignore your ex boyfriend for the rest of the weekend. Thankfully you hadn’t needed to see him this morning as Jimin and his groomsmen were in a separate room. Just knowing that he was a door away after everything that had conspired between the two of your hours before. Made you feel uneasy.

You didn’t lie to Nathalie. Hoseok was your past and who knows who your future would be. You had done well surviving without him all these years. A weekend wasn’t going to break you.

“If you want to say something you should just say.” Hoseok says to Jimin who was sitting on the steps of the private fitting room in front of him. Hoseok ignores him, fixing the lapels of his black formal tux. The dainty little sage green pocket square was a bit unsettling to his eyes. Not that he didn’t like the color, it was fairly nice. But he also knew you had been the one to suggest it. Afterall it was one of the color options you wanted for your own wedding.

Jimin’s eyes go wide, almost like he’s been caught. “I have nothing to say, what makes you think I have something to say? I’m perfectly at peace sitting here admiring your handsome features. Has anyone told you that you are handsome? I bet your mom did a lot when you were younger, it must've been nice to grow up with lovely parents. You know I only had my mom after my dad die–”

“Jimin,” Hoseok exclaims, shooting him a glare at his rambling. Jimin did that every time he lied, which is why he didn’t do it often. “I don’t need to hear your life story again. Just say what you want to say before the guys come back.”

Jimin sighs, pushing himself off the floor. “Did something happen last night with you an–”

“No,” he interrupts him before he can finish asking and it throws him off his course again.

“Are you sure? Naty, I and the entire fucking planet saw the two of you leaving last night. Giggling like drunk little teenagers very obviously sneaking away.” He pauses for a second, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, “you know if you guys did something that's okay. Sometimes in moments of weakness between two exes things happen. That’s completely normal, I just hope that…you know… were safe and it was consensual and like the two of you know it was just a one time thing since you’ll be going back to Australia at the end of the month.” He finishes, nervously stuffing his hands into the pocket of his slacks.

His suit jacket had been off for hours and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, while the sage green silk tie hung untied around his neck. Hoseok was grateful he didn’t have to wear one, it would’ve made walking down the aisle with you in his arms ten times harder than it already was going to be. The unfortunate privilege of him being the best man and you the maid of honor. Ignoring you was simply just impossible that much had been proved to him last night.

Last night. The first sleepless night he had in a while. He wasn’t sure if Jimin’s statement had irritated him or if he was already irritated from his lack of sleep.

Either way, even if Jimin always means well, Hoseok was beyond annoyed now. “We didn’t sleep together, Jimin.” Hoseok looks away from the mirror and at his best friend. “We were going to but I got in my head about it and then we started talking and then we fought. And honestly I might’ve fucked it up more than it already was in the first place.” He says, pulling off his suit jacket. It was hot. Maybe it had to do with the bright lights shining down on the two of them or maybe it was just him.

Jimin stood silent for a second before opening his mouth again. “What did you say, did you apologize?”

Hoseok lets out a bitter laugh before finally deciding that the suit jacket was perfect and shrugging it off, tossing it on the pink crushed velvet couch. It was so annoyingly pink that it actually hurt his eyes.

“I did, but then I couldn’t stop. I tried explaining myself and why I did what I did but I just ended up making everything worse.” Hoseok claims before sitting down on the steps in front of the wall of mirrors. There were at least three versions of him staring back at him and each single one of them looked worse than the other. Reflecting all his inner turmoil perfectly.

He was a fucking mess.

“Do you know how it feels when you hear the only person you have ever loved tell you they hate you and for very valid reasons?” He looks up at the groom, tired eyes shifting into deep sadness. He didn’t have to pretend in front of Jimin. At least not anymore. Nor did he want to because it was honestly getting exhausting. He had lived his life pretending for the past ten years. Pretending that his life was better when only certain parts of it were. Pretending that he didn’t have a gaping hole inside of his heart.

“Did she say that?” Jimin whispered, taking a seat next to his best man.

“She did but she didn’t need to, I already knew she did, but just hearing her say it made it so much more real.” Hoseok sighs and looks up at the ceiling, blinking away the spots of light in his vision and the tears that had started to form.

When he left to australia he had only let himself cry for a full month. He refused to cry after that month no matter how hard life was progressively getting. After last night all he wanted to do was cry and scream and disappear again.

Jimin puts his arm around his shoulders patting him softly. “If it makes you feel better Nathalie and I once broke up and she said those exact words to me. They’re awful, but we made it work and look at us now.” He whispers.

Hoseok shakes his head, looking down at his palms. “We aren’t like you and Nat. We were never meant to be together forever. It was stupid to ever dream that we could ever be each other’s forevers. Once she decides on something, she doesn’t go back. Which is why I know she will hate me for the rest of her life and I guess it’s just something I have to live with. I thought I was helping out by leaving, because I was afraid that I would lose her overtime. But in the end I ended up doing just that and this time there’s no chance of reconciliation, because that is something she doesn’t want.” He finishes, letting the sought out tears fall onto his open palms.

He’ll cry just for now, just for this moment and then he’ll pick himself up again. Just like he had been doing all this time.

Jimin pulls him into a hug. “I don’t believe that’s true. I’m sure that one day the two of you will sit down together and really talk it out. No bad blood between the two of you. I’m sure she doesn’t actually hate you. If she did she wouldn't have gone to Australia three years ago to attend the grand opening of your studio.” He spills in a hushed tone, making Hoseok’s eyes grow wide as he quickly turns to face him.

“You’re fucking with me, I would’ve seen her if she was there.” Hoseok scoffs, pushing Jimin’s arm away before standing up. “This was a mistake Jimin, a friend wouldn’t lie to me to make me feel better and you’re doing just that. I can’t fucking believe you.”

Jimin chuckles before standing up. “You know I’m not good at lying. Naty and I never asked her about it. It was like an unspoken secret the three of us had with each other. But apparently Namjoon was invited and she went as his plus one. When she came back she was so happy and glowing, it was something we hadn’t seen in such a long time. That we decided not to pry any further.” Jimin walks closer to him before putting both his hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at him. “She was so proud of you. I think it helped her seeing how happy you were. And things just felt lighter after she came back. Naty and I didn’t have to walk on eggshells around her anymore.” Jimin continues, smiling brightly and Hoseok isn’t so sure if he’s just gotten really good at lying in the past six years. Or if he was actually telling the truth.

Either way this new piece of information is so overwhelming that he feels like he’s about to collapse.

“Why wouldn’t she tell me, if she was there why wouldn’t she come up to me and tell me?”

Jimin furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth but it's quickly interrupted by another voice, making Hoseok look behind him. Namjoon stands by the doorway, a take away bag of coffee in one hand with a brown paper bag of what he assumes is pastries, par to Jimin’s request in the other.

“She knew that if you saw her, you would’ve dropped everything and had gone home with her. And she couldn’t do that to you. She saw how happy you were and didn’t want to ruin your big night by making her presence known. We only stayed until after your speech and then we got on the next flight to Miami.” Namjoon says, stepping further into the room.

Hoseok is at a loss for words. The only thing he wants to do; no, the only thing he needs to do is see you again. He needs an explanation because there was no way that the things coming out Jimin and Namjoon’s mouth are real.

They just couldn’t be. He would’ve known. How didn't he know? Your presence was so big no matter how small you made yourself out to be at times. You always shined like the brightest star in the night sky. He would’ve known if you were there. No matter how many lights were flashing in his face that night, he would’ve still been able to pick you out from the crowd. That’s who you always were to him. His one and only focal point. His light in trying times. And now he feels like complete and utter shit for not being able to find you on the day he desperately wanted to be with you the most.

The grand opening of his fashion studio. He wanted you by his side, showing you off like he always imagined he would. And maybe he would’ve been able to do that if he would’ve found you in the sea of people. Or maybe he wouldn’t have needed to look for you at all because the two of you would’ve been together in the first place.

He needs to see you, so shrugs on his suit jacket and runs to the exit, only to be blocked by Jungkook and his giant shoulders. “Move, I need to–”

“They left ten minutes ago. Told Namjoon and I to tell you guys that they would be off the grid until the rehearsal dinner.” Jungkook states, crossing his arms in front of him. “Plus you have a best man speech that I know you haven’t finished so I think it’s best if you just stay with us.”

“Off the grid?” Hoseok exclaims, his disbelief causing the groom to let out a loud laugh, which quickly catches his attention. “You’re not nervous about this, what if they run away to a different country?”

Jimin walks closer to Hoseok, knowingly patting him on the shoulder. “Off the grid,” Jimin says in quotations, “usually means getting vegan ice cream at their favorite shop in Hollywood Florida. They’ll be back before the dinner, and knowing them they’ll be like ten minutes late just to scare everyone.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. You and your cousin were never good together, but it was something he had learned to live with. Now, he’s forgotten all the shenanigans he had to deal with when his life revolved around you. “But I need to talk to her.”

“Just wait until she comes to you.”

“But what if that never happens.”

“A lot has changed in the last six years, but not much. She’ll come around just like she always does.” Jimin says before patting his shoulder and disappearing behind the changing room curtain, leaving him behind in disbelief.

He stares at himself once more in the mirror, maybe the sage green pocket square wasn’t as ugly as he once thought. Jungkook and Namjoon awkwardly standing behind him exchanging awkward stares. His heart is against his throat, beating out of time. Feeling a little bit more hopeful once again. He had fucked up six years ago and last night but the next time he sees you and gets to talk to you, he will be sure that he doesn’t.

Afterall you were the only person he will ever be able to love for as long as he breathes.

Some say that when it rains on your wedding day it means goodluck, a sign of fertility and a lasting marriage.

Nathalie was not taking it that way.

“It’s ruined.” She crumbles sitting on the floor with her wedding dress surrounding her, making her look like a giant cupcake. Her half finished make-up is now ruined as the tears pour down her cheeks like the weather outside. “The weather channel said it wasn’t going to rain and now there’s a fucking hurricane happening outside.”

Her mom had stopped trying to calm her down and now it was up to you to talk some sense into her. “At least you decided against an outside wedding.” You say, earning a glare from your over dramatic cousin.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the worst?” She sniffles, a small smile appearing on her face. Ever since you were young you knew that telling her that everything was going to be alright would do the opposite to calm her down. Telling her to stop feeling the way she was and to ignore her feelings because there was always a bright side to everything, wasn’t of any help. More so because she always reached that conclusion herself.  So, you always did the opposite, and tried to joke around with her as she slowly came to her senses.

“A few times, most of the time it comes from you.” You smile, leaning your head against her shoulder. Your maid of honor dress was still on the hanger, taunting you.

“Do you think mom is right?” She tilts her head, looking at you curiously with wide eyes and a pout on her lips. “That it’s good luck for it to rain on your wedding day?”

“I don’t know, you know how they are with all their superstitions, but it could be…mom already put an opened scissor outside for it to stop.”  You raise an eyebrow, lifting your head. “But I wouldn’t think about it too much unless you don’t want to run your head up the wall, expecting things to go right or wrong.”

She nods looking down at her intertwined hands on her lap. There was something she wasn’t telling you, something she didn’t want to reveal yet. That much you knew from the way her brows furrowed and the tension in the air. Before you could ask she broke the silence, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes and you were terrified for what was about to come out of her mouth.

“I think she might be right.” She whispers and your curiosity grows. “Not about the goodluck thing but maybe the fertility thing.” She finishes, sounding smaller than before. If you didn’t know your cousin the way you do, you would’ve sure laughed in her face for believing such an outdated old wives tale. Especially because you were usually the one who did. Not her.

You raise your hand up to your mouth, in shock, afraid to confirm what she was hinting at with words. “You’re not–,”

“I’m pregnant, I found out last night after the rehearsal dinner, while you were sleeping.” She says her voice fading out into almost nothing at the end. The realization dawns upon you like a blanket. Everything makes sense. Her dress being a bit tighter than before. Her feeling sick at the dinner after taking a bite of the seafood pasta. Her saying that she had the biggest stomach ache before running down to the small convenience store in the hotel lobby. And the waterworks about the rain on her wedding day.

It wasn’t just the rain it was the fact that she found out she was pregnant hours before she walked down the aisle. “Does Jimin know?” You say, making her roll her eyes. Of course, he didn’t know, they hadn’t seen each other since they parted ways the night before. And she had been avoiding her phone all morning long.

“I don’t know how to tell him, what if he totally freaks out and leaves me at the altar. And then what, what am I going to do with a baby on my own? I can barely take care of a fucking succulent.” She breaks, putting her head in her hands in complete despair.

You rub her back gently, “first Jimin loves you more than he loves life so I don’t think he’d do that and if he does do that then I’ll help you out. After I hunt him down and tear him into teeny tiny pieces.” You try, feeling a small bubble of excitement inside of you. The first baby in the family after many years. And although you could tell Nathalie was terrified, her lifelong dream just like yours was to build a family. It was nice that one of you could at least have that.

“Please feed him to the dogs when you do.” She giggles lifting herself up and hugging you tightly. “I’m so scared, like I thought we at least would have a few years alone together before we added another little life, but I guess God has other plans for us.” She buries her face into your neck, hugging you tighter than before. “It’s going to be okay right?”

“Yes and if it isn’t then you can always count on me.” You whisper, bringing her closer. Only pulling away when there's a knock on the door. The two of you share a confused look until you hear the sound of Jimin’s voice through the wood.

“Naty, your mom, says you’re crying. I know I’m not supposed to see you yet but can you at least tell me you’re okay.” He says in a rush of panic.

Nathalie's eyes grow wide as she pulls away and starts silently speaking with her hands frantically, pointing to the door and then you and then the whole room. From what you can understand she’s telling you to go and talk to him, but honestly you were god awful at charades growing up, but given what she just revealed you could only assume that is what she was telling you. You nod as her hands fall down to her side. She scrambles to stand, tripping slightly over the tail of her dress, as she moves to the side of the room that’s less visible from the door.

You walk to the door and open it wide enough to poke your head out. You lock eyes with the groom to be, as he bites his bottom lip with worry. “She’s alright, right? She’s not getting cold feet right?” Jimin blurts out, running a shaking hand through his already made up do.

A smile appears on your face as you carefully walk out through the tiny open space of the door, closing it behind you. “She’s okay Min, the rain has her freaked out a little but she’s okay. I promise.” You watch as Jimin lets out a deep breath. His hands falling down at his side, in relief.

“Can I talk to her please? I won’t look, I promise I just need to tell her something.” He pleads, pulling his infamous puppy dog eyes and you cave.

You nod. “But don’t tell our moms, unless you want our heads on a stake.” You giggle, causing him to roll his eyes at your dramatics. He’s fully convinced that because you and your cousin are so close in age. Your dramatics have rubbed off on her…and him.

“I won’t.” With that you turn around and open the door wide enough to squeeze through, where you meet Nathalie pacing in the background.“He wants to talk to you.”

Nathalie’s eyes widen as she starts to shake her head quickly. “No, no, no I can’t. I can’t talk to him. I can't. It's too soon. What if I tell him about the—” she pauses, taking a look around before leaning forward and whispering, “the baby.”

You make your way to her, putting your hands on top of her shoulders. “Tell him when you’re ready, but I’ve never seen him so fucking nervous. I think the two of you need this.” You say softly, giving her a tight hug before stepping to the side.

She takes a deep breath and walks over to the door, resting her back against it and opening it a little. “Jimin,” she whispers.

You listen to the little nervous chuckle Jimin lets out before speaking. “Baby,” his hand appears through the little gap. Without hesitation, she reaches out and intertwines her fingers with his, visibly relaxing into her lover's warmth.

It’s an intimate moment between the two of them, and you want to look away, but something keeps your eyes glued on them. Maybe it’s the fact that their love brings you some sort of comfort. Or maybe it’s the longing of having someone like that again. When Hoseok left, you promised yourself that you would never let yourself fall. He was supposed to be the final period of your book, instead he left a comma behind. A sentence you will never let yourself continue.

If it’s not him, then it’s no one at all.

“Jimin, I’m so scared.” You hear Nathalie say, causing your head to snap up in an instant.

Jimin’s hand squeezes hers tightly. “Nothing’s going to change my mind about marrying you. I’d marry you over and over until the end of the world.” He whispers, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over her knuckles.

Nathalie bites her lip, looking up and resting her head against the door. “That’s not why I’m scared, Min.” She blinks her eyes fast, wielding her tears away. “I-I’m pregnant.” She whispers, tightening her hold on his fingers.

You hear the moment Jimin’s breath gets stuck in the back of his throat. The hold on your cousin’s hand falters. And you know he’s fighting the urge to push the door open and finally see his bride's face.

“Naty, fuck.” He chuckles. “I want to kiss you so badly right now. I never want to let you out of my sight. But I know that if I do that our moms will walk down the aisle with our heads on a stake..” He laughs, making the two of you laugh along with him. “I promise you right here right now, before I promise it in front of our friends and family. That I will love you and our little baby for the rest of my life. I will never stop and I will work everyday of my life to keep falling in love with you over and over again. So, I can wake up with you in my arms and to the laugh of our five children.” He sniffles, and you have to blink back tears when you listen to his words. A part of you wishes you weren’t here, but the other half is happy that you stayed and didn’t occupy yourself with some menial task. Listening to him promise almost the impossible, is enough for you to realize that even though you still hold some resentment towards Hoseok. Even though you still hold so much anger towards him.

He’s it, he’s the end. Maybe it’s finally time to forgive him, and if nothing comes out of it again. It’s okay because at least he will still be in your life.

Nathalie throws her head back laughing. “Slow your roll daddy. I’ve barely carried this baby for a month. I will decide how many children we have by the end of this.”

His loud laughter is heard through the door. “Okay, okay it is your body after all. But like, think about it. Promise?”

She shakes her head in disbelief, scoffing. “I will as long as you promise not to tell anyone? I want to keep this between us for a little while longer.”

“I promise.”

Jimin and Nathalie are tangled up in each other's arms. Jimin has subconsciously been making small eye contact with her stomach. A wide smile appears on his face once he remembers their big secret. You’ve been secretly replacing Nathalie’s champagne flutes with sparkling cider flutes.

It’s fun, it makes you feel like a secret spy as childish as it sounds. And something in you has been awakened since witnessing the moment between the newly wedded couple in Nathalie’s hotel room. And the way the two of them broke down while sharing their vows at the altar.

You’ve been avoiding the alcohol all night, as well as Hoseok, but every now and then you catch a glimpse of his longing stare from your peripheral vision. You want to talk to him, but it’s too soon. At least that’s what you keep telling yourself because you’re scared.

Jimin stands up, doing the whole tapping the knife against the glass flute to grab everyone’s attention. His famous smile lights up the room instantly as he sets down the knife and glass down. “I’ve literally always wanted to do that.” He says, causing the entire reception hall to break out into light hearted chuckles. He clears his throat, “I want to thank you all so much for coming out tonight, honestly this is the best day of my life, so thank you for being a part of this new beginning for Naty and I.” He winks down at your cousin, before looking back at the crowd. “But now, it’s time for the speeches.” He says while looking between you and Hoseok, your nerves are getting set on fire. “I’d say flip a coin to see who goes first, but Hoseok said he wanted to go first before he forgets everything he’s practiced in front of the mirror.” The crowd laughs again, and you catch a glimpse of Hoseok rolling his eyes from Jimin’s side before he stands up fixing his suit and walking towards the stage.

Just like the first night you saw him again at the club. He looks expensive. You wonder what his first reaction to seeing you again was. Does he think you’ve let yourself go? Does he think you look better than before? Or does he not care? You aren’t sure and before you can dwell on it any longer Hoseok clears his throat into the mic, grabbing your full undivided attention.

“Hello…is that what people say before the start of best man speeches?” He tilts his head to the side, earning a few chuckles from the crowd. “Anyway, when Jimin asked me to be his best man I thought one of two things. One is that I was incredibly honored to have been considered, even though I honestly felt like I was his last pick. So, if any of you in the crowd were asked to be his best man first, don’t tell me or I’d actually be super offended.” He says pointedly, shooting a glare, earning more laughs. “And two, I was actually surprised that he trusts me so much, like you guys don’t understand how much dirt I have on this guy. I have years of sneaking out in the middle of the night together while we were teenagers and wild college parties permanently tattooed in my mind.” He sends a knowing wink to Jimin, causing the groom to send a deathly glare back, making the entire room erupt in laughter.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and clears his throat into the mic again. “But maybe I’ll write a book about the shit we used to do when we were young one day. For now, I just want to say to you in front of all our friends and family that I’m proud of you. I know I’ve been away for a long time but the man I am seeing now is not the same man I left behind. I think I’ve witnessed every important moment in your life. From the day you kissed Chloe Ramos during recess  when we were ten, to the night you laid your eyes on Nathalie for the first time. You had called me after a few years of not speaking to one another, except for the occasional ‘I’m alive,’ texts and the memes that remind us of one another. But that night… you said that you met the most beautiful girl in the world, and that your heart literally felt like it was breaking and repairing itself at the same time, like you could breathe again with ease for the first time in years. I thought you were crazy especially when you told me her name. I literally had to remind you that you’ve met her many times before. But you said this time it was different. I think that was the night your heart started to beat for someone else that wasn’t you.” He swallows and looks down at the ground grinning, slightly shaking his head.

This entire time you’ve been holding onto every single word that escapes his mouth. Clinging onto each syllable as you feel your heart speed up and slow down at the same time. Your palms are starting to feel damp and you almost wish that you had had that one tequila shot Jungkook had offered you hours ago. You wouldn’t be feeling anything and everything all at the same time, overwhelming you as you see the love of your life open himself up to a room that once held so much pride and resentment towards him.

“I think I knew at that moment when you cried asking me for advice. I think I knew that this day would come. And maybe I have been writing this speech since that night without me realizing it because even though I rewrote it many times as per your request idiot, it is still the easiest thing I’ve ever had to write in my life.” He pauses, taking a deep breath before settling his eyes on you, making your entire being freeze. “I know this because that night I told you to not make the same mistake I did. Naty and you are perfect for one another. You bring out the best and worst out of each other, but also help each other grow. I had that once4, and I let it go. So, now that I’m here I’ll tell you the same thing I told you that night.” You feel yourself slowly spiraling into nothing, crashing down onto the ground as the tears start to flood the corner of your eyes. “Don’t let each other go. Support each other to the end, even if it hurts sometimes. Be each other’s start and end and if one day you find each other at a crossroads in which you don’t know if you can or can’t continue any longer. Talk to each other with the truth, because I didn’t and I’ve been paying for it since.” He stops, nodding his head in your direction and you feel it first before you can acknowledge it.

Your heart stops and restarts for the one and only Jung Hoseok once again, and you’re sure he feels it too because now the tears are running down his cheeks just like yours.

He shakes his head, clearing his throat. “Anyway, enough of that moppy shit. I’m so incredibly happy for the two of you, and I do expect little nieces and nephews some time soon so you can send them to spend summers with me in Australia.” He winks at the newly wedded couple, who are now melting into each other’s sides. Hoseok raises his glass of champagne in the air. “Cheers and congratulations Mr and Mrs. Park. The love you two have for each other is only seen in fairytales and I’m so happy that I can somehow be a part of this one.” He nods, before bringing the flute up to his lips and downing it in one go.

You’re shaking, and you should get a hold of yourself before you have to go up to the stage and say your speech. But all you want to do is run up to him and hug him tight. So, as he’s approaching the last step of the stage stairs you do exactly that.

It feels like jumping into cold water, but this time you aren’t drowning because he’s holding you just like he did before.

Hoseok doesn’t approach you again until the guests start to filter out one by one.

“I’m upset with you.” Is the first thing you tell him when he is standing in front of you again. You smile up at him and take the hand he had extended out to you. There was an upbeat pop song playing through the speakers. Jimin and Nathalie are locked in each other's arms in the middle of the dance floor, slow dancing and ignoring everyone who comes up to them bidding them a farewell. It was almost laughable, and you enjoyed every single eye roll that came from the couple whenever someone interrupted their moment.

“Really?” He cocks his head to the side as he leads you towards the dance floor. “I honestly had no idea.” He says sarcastically as he places a hand on your waist pulling you close, while still holding on to your hand. You set your arm on top of his shoulder.

“Your speech was so fucking good and it’s not fair. I always helped you out with your papers so when did you get so good at writing?” You joke, swaying against the beat of the song. Thankfully most of yours and Jimin’s family have already gone home. Yet your friends stuck around taking advantage of the fully paid bar and the dessert table. You had kissed the luxury of leftovers goodbye when you spotted Jungkook shoving three scones into his mouth while Taehyung and Namjoon laughed at him, and Jimin recorded the entire thing.

It was certainly going to be going into the blackmail folder they all have saved on their phones.

Hoseok laughs, shaking his head, tapping his fingers to the beat against your lower back. “I had a lot of practice for many years.” He nods, moving a bit faster to catch up to the song. “After I left I started journaling whenever I could and I guess the habit just stuck.” He pauses for a second before looking down at you. “Thank you.”

You raise a brow in confusion. “Why?”

Hoseok spins you around so your back is facing his front and he pulls you close, leaning his head down. “You always told me to journal and I never listened until I was too far away. So thank you, it helped me out a lot.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers up your spine. Before you can fully comprehend the position you are in he spins you back to face him. His cheeks pink with warmth.

You grin, pulling him down closer to you. “I never knew I’d see the day when Jung Hoseok admitted defeat and say that I am always right.”

He rolls his eyes, chuckling. “Now all I said was thank you, I never said that you were necessarily right.”

You give him a little shove, causing him to stumble back a little bit. “You’re so annoying.”

He smiles instead of replying. He pulls you in closer to him and holds onto your waist tightly, letting his head fall into your neck. This time the song has changed and it’s actually a slow one, from the Latin band Camilla, you know that was one hundred percent your dads doing.

“You were right.” Hoseok finally whispers into your neck. His breath grazes your skin, making the slightest of goosebumps rise all over your body. Before you can respond he keeps talking, with his face hidden within your neck. “I should have told you that I was leaving, instead of doing what I did. I don’t know if we could’ve made it work but at least I would’ve still had you in my life. I loved seeing you live your life, but I hated that you were finally living without me.” He takes a deep breath and lifts up his head, resting his forehead against yours. “I thought what I was doing was the right thing, but seeing the way you reacted two nights ago I knew I didn’t. I’m sorry.” He closes his eyes tightly, digging his fingertips into your lower back. He’s afraid that you’re going to run away from him again.

“I was so angry Hoseok, but I also think that if you hadn’t left the way you did I would’ve settled and just stayed in the spot I was at before. So even though it hurt like hell, I am grateful for it because I don’t think we would’ve been able to grow as people if we were still together. We would’ve learned how to resent each other instead of loving each other.” You say, twinkling your fingertips down the side of his face, before resting your palm against his check, smiling when he leans into your warmth.

It’s familiar yet new and it makes his heart race.

“Just don’t leave me like that again. I can only forgive you once.” You whisper, hugging him close, placing the side of your head against his chest.

His chest shakes gently with laughter as he runs his hands up and down your back. “I won’t, I will never be able to live another day if I did what I did then, and it’s taken a lot of therapy and journaling to be able to finally admit my defeat.” He leaves a light kiss on the top of your head before pulling away, putting his forefinger under your chin and lifting it up so that the two of you are finally looking into each other's eyes. “You were right.”

You smile, nodding your head. Like a winter blanket his warmth wraps around you calming your nerves down. Though things aren’t the same as before it just feels good to have him back. “So what now?”

Hoseok smirks at your question, mischief twinkling behind his calming eyes. “Come with me to Australia.” He says and before you can tell him your hard no because you can’t leave everything you built for yourself behind he finishes his proposal. “Namjoon wants to open a branch of RKIVE RECORDS in Australia. And since you’re his favorite employee and co-founder he was going to send you. So, come to Australia with me please?” He sticks out his bottom lip, almost pouting, making you scoff.

You’re about to pull away from him and speak to the menace you have as a boss, but Hoseok holds you close. “You can network with artists from my company and you never know, maybe you’ll like it enough to manage the Australian branch.” His eyes twinkle with hope and if he hasn’t done a good job at convincing you already he adds. “I just want more time to get to know you as the you now…please give me the chance to do so.” He finishes whispering the last part of his sentence and all you can do is hug him as tightly as possible.

He’s sure you have hugged him today more times than you have in the five years the two of you were together. Physical touch was always his main love language and you hated it with everything in your being. You preferred nice and encouraging words rather than physical touch. So, he learned to only initiate it if you did it first. Maybe that’s something that has changed too, still he hopes that he can find out soon.

“You’re fucking unbelievable Jung Hoseok.” You whisper, pulling him tighter.

“Of course I’ll go to Australia with you.”

a/n pt.2: I hope you’ve enjoyed this. If any of you follow Epitaph just know I finished writing the next part and I am just editing plus I am re-reading the entire thing and making some changes. 

#btshoneyhive #btsdreamcourt #bts imagines #bts fic #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts hoseok #bts hobi #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts x reader #jimin x oc #kdiarynet #jung hoseok #hoseok fanfiction #hoseok imagines #hoseok fluff #hoseok smut #hoseok angst #hoseok x reader #bangtail hobi #hobi x reader #hobi imagines #hobi fluff #hobi smut #hobi angst

[a-boca-do-inferno]

por un beso tuyo todo lo arriesgo (tony montana x reader)

summary: Tony Montana was out of the question. Or so you liked to think.

warnings: blood, fluff-ish, songfic-ish

words: 1.4k

notes: another songfic i know lol sorry. just a little drabble i had here, loosely based on vicio by selena gomez. enjoy <3

You looked at Tony over your shoulders while you washed the dishes. He’s giving you a sly smile, sitting back in his chair in such a position you wondered how his back was still actually functioning. Rolling your eyes, you went back to your chore. Your cheeks burned slightly as you realized he was probably having the time of his life admiring your backside with those hungry eyes of his.

Tony and Manny had come to your house with dinner and some drinks that night and you tried to refuse, but saying “no” to Tony was akin to telling the sky not to rain on a cloudy day. And so here you were, finishing up the dishes as he cleaned up the table. Manny himself was long gone by now, with the terrible excuse he had to get up early on a Saturday morning. He would just never give up on playing cupid given the opportunity and you were past being bothered by it, to be honest. You even begun to find it amusing.

Tony Montana was a dangerous man; you knew that much. And still, everything repelling about him seemed to pull you two closer. His flirtatious — often borderline offensive — advances did manage to get a laugh out of you once or twice, anyway. He just tried too much, and it was almost contradictory to his proud nature, how he’d go to such lengths for you to give him a chance, only to be met with yet another decline. Sometimes you even thought of giving in, of course, but his criminal activities were just a huge red flag to you. And despite the fact he was undeniably handsome, looks still weren’t enough for you to jump his bones, knowing he could get busted at any moment. You were a rational person, after all. 

Or so you liked to think. 

A stinging pain pulls you out of your thoughts, as you didn’t realize what you were washing at this point. You ended up cutting your hand with a knife that was too damn sharp for your liking. It’s a deep cut and it hurts a lot. The blood mixes in with the soap and water and you mutter a curse, catching Tony’s attention. He quickly comes to your aid and wraps a cloth around your palm, tying a knot to staunch the bleeding.  

“I’m so clumsy, my God”, you grumble as you sit down at the table again, grimacing in pain.   

“It happens, baby, it’s just an accident”, he reassures in a gravely tone, making your face heat up with the warmth in his words. He could be really affectionate when he wanted, apparently. Tony finishes cleaning the blood on the sink and comes over to you, putting out the cloth from your hand. The wound is no longer gushing blood. “Imma get a bandage, hold on.”  

He returns some time later with a Bacardi bottle and a gauze in hand. You tried to focus on the nagging pain rather than his cool touch, closing your eyes with the two equally overwhelming feelings. Once properly bandaged, you thank him with a smile and try to get up. Suddenly, you feel dizzy and almost fall to the ground, but he catches you in time.   

“It’s okay, Tony”, you mumble somewhat irritably, avoiding eye contact. “I’m just tired, I need some sleep. You better go now.”   

Tony shoots you a scolding look, still he simply nods in response. He’s still holding you and his big hands on your waist are causing you really brothering sensations. You want to free yourself from his grip, but you know you can’t stand up on your own just yet. While you’re internally debating about what to do, you feel a slight caress on your hair. You stare at Tony and he’s still watching you, intently.  

“I better stay a lil’ longer. Can’t leave you alone like this, baby.”  

“Alright”, you sigh, not wanting to get in an argument with him. He guides you to the couch and helps you sit, holding you like you’re going to break. “Thanks”, you give him a smile and he sits down next to you.  

You’re silent for a while, until your eyes are too heavy to remain open. You can’t stop your body from falling to the side, leaning your head on Tony’s shoulder. A rough hand strokes your hair and a low laugh graces your ears as you fall asleep.  

♡♡♡

You open your eyes, stretching whilst you inspect your surroundings. Somehow you were in your bed, but alone. It’s still dark outside and you won’t risk being late for work, so you take a deep breath as you sit up. The door’s closed and there seems to be no one at home but you, which tells you Tony must’ve brought you here and left right after. What a gentleman, you mused yourself. 

You spot your bandaged hand and scowl when the annoying pain says hello. It was a funny thing the universe did, that you only got into those disasters whenever you were around your crush — if you could call him that. It seemed reductive to refer to Tony as such, in fact, even in your own head. He was a man (a dangerous one!), not just some boy you had a silly crush on. You rolled your eyes at this idiotic line of reasoning; it didn’t matter either way. Crush or not, Tony Montana was out of the question.  

You got up from the bed and straightened it again, fluffing the pillows. Once you finished, you turned around only to jump startled as the door suddenly swinged open. Tony came into the room with a simple towel wrapped around his waist and you held your breath instantly. His hair’s soaking wet and the damn drops of water lick his body almost pornographically, making his chest hair damp. You avert your eyes from him and look at the mattress in an act of pure desperation.  

“Everything alright, (y/n)?”, comes the question, because of course it would. You’re sure you probably look like a lunatic about to break your own neck with the way you keep avoiding your gaze on him. Shaking your head, you try to walk quickly out of the room, but he follows your steps and won’t let you out. Now Tony’s right in front of you and you can see his wet legs up close. You press your lips together in distress. “I make you nervous, huh?”, he taunts, and you can practically taste the amusement in his voice.  

“I need to leave”, you stammer, still not looking at him.   

He doesn’t seem happy with your answer and keeps blocking your way. “Look at me”, he orders then, causing your heart to skip a beat with the harshness in his statement.  

You curse in your thoughts. He can very well only be making fun of you, but you find yourself too distraught to be angry. Tony appears to be particularly impatient with this situation when he lifts your chin, forcing you to finally glance at him. You try your best not to let your eyes drop from his face to his chest, although it’s an excruciatingly difficult task. You take a wary step back, but looking up, Tony seems to understand what you’re doing. With the hand that still held your chin, he guides your own to his collarbone, making you touch him. His icy, tanned skin gives you goosebumps and your ragged breathing becomes increasingly audible.  

“Tony...”, you plead in a whisper, shutting your eyes. You run your fingers over his body and the reluctant step you took back just now came forward on its own, bringing you closer to him. The woodsy scent invading your nose is enough to drive you crazy. “I need...”  

“What you need, baby?”, he coos, facing you with dark orbs as a contrast to the sweetness in his tone.  

You take another step, your bodies glued together. You feel his cold, wet skin against your clothes. Running your hands through his hair, you share another heavy look before he finally brings your lips together in a desperate, clumsy kiss. You sigh against his mouth as he deepens the contact. Tony pushes you against the door, holding your wrists above your head.   

You snap out of it when his lips leave yours and you gaze at him equally stunned, before pushing him out your room and slamming door without a second thought. As soon as you catch your breath, you feel reality crushing in. Your heart throbs loudly in your ears and your vision is blurry. Leaning your forehead against the wall, there is only one question in your mind. 

What the fuck did you just do? 

#scarface #scarface x reader #tony montana #tony montana x reader #tony montana imagine #al pacino #al pacino x reader

[inkrabbit]

I would like to request something fluffy with Mountain. Im giving you free hands on that lol. Also your writing is amazing!

you're sweet anon <333 tbh, I had this fic in the works before this ask and decided that it would be a great time to finish it

You hear the distant rumble of thunder, the soft pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the library following soon after. You had heard some of the siblings talking about there being a possibility of a thunderstorm, but you didn’t pay too much attention to it. Now you’re sitting here, kicking yourself for not even bringing a jacket.

Fine. You could always pack up now and run back to the main building; move your study back to your room. Slipping your bookmark into the center of the book, you close it and your notebook, piling everything into your bag. Now you understood why there weren’t any siblings in the library today when there had been a couple groups yesterday.

Right as you get to the door, you hear it getting worse. You glance outside, watching as the rain poured down, loud and heavy as it assaulted the ground. Of course. Of course this would happen. Lucifer knows how long this will go on for and you don’t want to chance the run from the library through the garden, worried the rain would soak through your bag and ruin your books.

You notice something outside, though. A large, dark mass sitting in the grass that surrounded the pathway back to the main building, tail swishing back and forth. You squint a bit, looking closer.

It’s Mountain, the ghoul leaning back on the palm of his hands, letting the storm wash over him. He’s completely soaked, his hair slicked back and clothes sticking to his body. You hesitate before you open the library’s large door.

“Mountain!” His ear twitches as he looks back at you. “Shouldn’t you be inside?”

He’s slow, pushing himself up and to his feet. His shirt droops, showing off his collarbone and the top of his chest as he slowly walks forward.

“Where’s your jacket?” he asks you, finally moving under the awning of the library. His body drips, soaking the already-damp ground below him.

“I didn’t think to bring one,” you confess softly. “But what are you doing out here? I would’ve thought Rain would’ve been out here before you.”

“Oh, he is!” He laughs softly, tail gesturing behind him. “He’s off by the pond, though. But with how hot and dry it was, the rain feels nice.”

You hadn’t thought of that. You knew he was an earth ghoul, but you didn’t even think about how the heat must’ve bothered him.

Mountain looks behind you. “You the only one in there?”

“Yeah. No one else came out,” you tell him. “I can see why now.”

“Want me to keep you company?” He takes a step forward, a kind smile on his face. You match it, stepping aside to make him room. He shakes himself out first, wringing his shirt out before he finally passes through the threshold. You let the door shut, following him back into the library as he looks around.

“Haven’t spent time in here in a while,” he comments softly. “I know Aether likes to read every now and then, but I couldn’t ever get into the books here.”

“None of them catch your attention?” He shakes his head.

“Not exactly my style,” he tells you. “It’s hard for me to sit still for long periods of time. At least while I’m drumming, I’m still doing something.”

You supposed it made sense as you follow him over to one of the tables. He pulls out one of the chairs, turning it around so he can straddle it, arms crossing the back as he rests his head on top. He gives you a lazy smile as he watches you settle into your seat, digging out your books.

“How about you read to me?” he suggests. “Entertain me while I dry off.”

“I thought you had a hard time keeping still?” you tease and he just laughs softly.

“Was kinda hoping you’d read to me like it’s a uh… bedtime story.” His smile in contagious as he stares at you through lidded eyes.

“You really want Latin as your bedtime story?”

His brows furrow. “Those books are written in Latin?”

“Yeah, some of them are.”

“Oh, man.” He seems so surprised now. “I thought you guys just like… read through the little satanic book and recited prayers. Not anything complex like this.”

“That’s like me saying all you do is just hit drums while you’re playing.”

“And somehow, you’re not technically wrong.” You two laugh together. “But you can’t forget my cymbals and everything else. Just having one drum would… be very sad.”

“Could you tell me more about it?”

He’s animated as you sucker him into talking more about the drums, and you notice how his tail flicks back and forth in excitement. He seems more alive as he talks about music and you love seeing him like this. You know he’s one of the calmest ghouls under Copia’s reign, and one of the most laid back. You love seeing him show so much emotion outside of the rituals.

“Wait… I’m probably boring you.” Truthfully, it breaks your heart when he stops, the light having gone out from his eyes as he folds his arms back on top of the chair’s backrest. “Sorry. I can get a little excited whenever someone asks me about music.”

“No, no! I love it!” You give him a smile, and while his hand isn’t on the table, you reach yours out in a supportive manner, resting it on the cold top. “Mountain, I just love seeing you like… that. It’s so different from how you normally are.”

The smile he gives you is small, almost bashful. “Music’s just a huge thing to me. People don’t normally summon earth ghouls. The last time someone did, it was…” He trails off in thought, racking his brain. “I think it was a mistake? And instead of blaming themselves, they got mad at me. Started yelling and hitting me...” But still, he gives you a smile. “That’s why I’m thankful Copia and the others are so kind. When I saw where I was being summoned, I was scared it was just going to be like last time.”

“Mountain…” He reaches out and across the table, gently picking up your hand and holding it in his own.

“People like you and Copia and the fans,” His tail still moving behind him as he gives you a squeeze. “it makes me think that everything I’ve gone through was worth it. Any stupid request or botched summon or even the weirdos. I wouldn’t trade any of it knowing it all led me back here.”

“I’m glad you’re here with us.”

“Me, too.” He doesn’t let your hand go, but he gestures his head towards your books. “Now, enough about my trauma. How about you teach me Latin?”

“You wanna learn Latin?”

“Sure! Think of it as a trade!” He holds his head high proudly with such a wide grin. “You teach me some things while this storm passes, and I’ll teach you the drums!” He falters a bit. “You know, if you want to.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Mountain, I would watch paint dry with you. Of course I would love drum lessons.”

#mountain #mountain ghoul #gn!reader #mountain x gn!reader #ghost #ghost band #request

[aguamarinee]

hi! I absolutely love your recent Maki post. Your writing style is very distinctive and the little details included in the plot and writing was cherished 🫶🏼. If you don’t mind writing him again, I just had a simple maki fluff request: staying home with him on a rainy day and slowly drifting asleep. No need to rush on this, feel free to take your time :)

THESE DAYS

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: Honestly I'm so happy that people are finding that long Maki oneshot enjoyable, I was scared it will be too much. But of course I'll write him again, let's go Maki hours! I had a very cute extra idea for this, so thank you anon, this was indeed a fluffy request! <33 Also, I kind of made this into more of a friend-zone fic rather than boyfriend Maki, I hope it's fine lol.

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Maki × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack, drabble

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "Do you know in how many ways can you make music?"

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 0,8k

It was no use... despite the myths, warm milk did nothing to lull you to sleep. If anything, the slight burning of the liquid on your dry tongue woke you up even more.

"It's only 2 am and I'm absolutely not tired. It's weird if think about how sleepy I was at one point of the day." Maki was talking to himself a bit further away from you, standing next to the kitchen counters and looking harshly at a late-night snack.

He'll decide to eat it eventually, you knew it, he's always so reckless in moments like these.

You tore your eyes away from your friend back to the big gallon of milk in your hand and with a sigh you rolled your eyes, putting back the big plastic bottle into the fridge with a thud.

No sleeping tonight, although... it's unnecessary to pretend that sleepovers are organized for catching up on everyone's sleeping schedule. Because they aren't.

You weren't particularly picky, if you were tired then you could catch a nice nap anywhere, anytime, but this time it was different.

For some reason the heavy rainfall outside didn't let you rest comfortably, earlier you kept your head on your pillow for more than 30 minutes, but nothing.

If anything, you were just getting annoyed by each and every new drop of rain you heard from outside.

Most of the windows weren't even open in the living room where you and Maki tried to sleep side by side on separate mattresses, but something didn't let you calm down.

"...So, movie?" You turned to your friend again as you heard him call for your attention.

Before preparing for bed you two swapped hoodies, both big and oversized, however, the difference in design was the twist in the whole thing... And Maki definitely wasn't ready for such a change.

As he stood beside the counter, already eating his unhealthy snack fast, in a way that made his cheeks puff up like a chipmunk's while dressed in your fuchsia sweater that sported a huge bedazzled star detail on it. And he paired this with his grey sweatpants that he already had on.

Needless to say, he looked absolutely dashing. All he needed more was perhaps some weird socks to go with it and his perfect outfit was good to go.

You on the other hand got luckier with his dark green hoodie that had a weird sentence printed on it, which read 'Germans do it better!' — what nonsense though.

"Sure, let's watch something funny." You grinned and followed him back to the living room, speeding up to get to occupy the remote sooner than him.

Selecting the movie wasn't long, the two of you chose something that you already saw at least 2 times so in the end the TV just proved to be background noise... What rather interested you two was the ongoing rain outside.

"I just realized I like it when it rains." Maki spoke up after a bit of silence as he sat beside you cross-legged, his hands put on the sofa before him as he lightly tapped them.

You sat with one leg pulled up under your chin, your hands caging it against your torso to keep balance, and you glanced at him with a skeptical expression.

"So suddenly?" You examined his side profile, waiting for him to explain further on.

"Yeah, just listen to the rhythm of the raindrops—" he tapped on your shoulder to focus your attention on what he said. "—they make a comforting melody in a way. And a recurring one." He smiled in a silly way and kept on lightly drumming his finger on the sofa.

To his suggestion, you listened in more carefully and moments later leaned your head on his shoulder with an intentional thud.

He stirred but didn't move you, and after a minute he scooted closer so the two of you feel more cozy.

Slowly he moved his hands from the sofa to your free shoulder and relaxed leg and started drumming yet again, softer this time.

It seemed Maki was in his own little world creating idealized melodies, small tunes, and rhythmic jingles to raindrops from outside, humming once in a while.

But you couldn't lie, his voice was soothing, pleasing to your worn-out being as you gradually felt lighter and lighter on the sofa, your best friend by your side, embracing you on a rainy night, with the TV on in the background, dressed in each other's silly hoodies all for a bet at your sleepover to see who would give in to the gracious invitation to Dreamland's grand entrance sooner.

Well, it was you this time, but Maki followed you shortly, leaning his head on yours at last, hugging you closer, and turning off the TV.

But one thing was for sure...

....The next morning the two of you will die of muscle aches after falling asleep in such weird positions on the couch.

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

#&team #andteam #&team scenarios #&team x reader #&team fanfic #&team maki #&team drabbles #hirota riki #hirota maki #andteam maki #marinewers º•°༚º

[morganas-pendragons]

There Is Quiet | Commander Fox and Dove

tag: @generic-geek-girl @erishimoon

synopsis: you, the clone's s/o, are privy to watching order 66. three of you will be able to reunite with the man you love in the aftermath.

authors note: I tried really hard to keep this light but uh.. o66 isn't light so sorry in advance LOL

***

It's dark and raining the night that the Jedi die.

You're on your way back from picking up dinner when you hear it. The tell-tale shattering of glass from the windows dozen of stories above you is enough to make you drop the dinner from shock, sprinting into the doorway closest to your left to begin maneuvering through the tunnels that would lead you back to Palpatine's office.

Your dinner remains untouched on the streets of Coruscant.

One of the perks of being the Chancellor's personal assistant was having free reign of the building plans. That just happened to mean you knew every in and out. Every hidden closet. Every secret tunnel.

Your favorite secret tunnel was the one that you and Fox often occupied. On the days where you needed a break from the world, when Fox needed a safe place to cry, when Hound and Thire needed privacy to talk to each other when something difficult happened on patrol. It wasn't Palpatine's tunnel.

It was your tunnel. You and the Guard, your little family. Your little family who you left with promises of dinner to celebrate your new promotion.

"Look, I'll compromise. I will go get dinner to celebrate my victory and you will finish all of your patrol reports by the time I get back," You drawled, grinning as Fox shuddered when you dragged your finger across the curve of his jaw. "And maybe I'll throw something a little extra in there. Just for fun."

"Little Dove.. you make a very tempting offer." Fox murmured. "Ill be waiting with a bottle of brandy and some candles whenever you get back."

Telling him that you loved him had come very naturally. He was hesitant to reciprocate at first, as all clones are, but the idea of loving someone like you had been something he wanted to pursue. If Fox was going to run, he'd run toward you forever.

"I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you soon."

That's all you'd left him with. An, "I love you", a wink and a kiss.

That was the last time you saw Commander Fox for quite a while.

It's dark and raining when you finally come to the main gate just inside of Palpatine's office. He's not even aware it's there. You, however, are painfully aware of how cold it is in that room and the bodies who occupy it are familiar to you.

Anakin Skywalker. He's supposed to be a hero, and here he is standing frozen as Mace Windu attempted to kill the Chancellor.

Or that's what it looks like, at least.

Your fingers drifted down to the blaster on your hip. Fox had made you learn how to use one - as well as learn hand to hand, because he was not having his Dove be hurt - not long after you had started dating.

Anakin's voice is raw, thick with guilt and shame as he collapses to his knees.

"What have I done?"

And it's not him that draws your attention, but two realizations as Palpatine knights Anakin his Apprentice: Fox is not here, and neither is the rest of the Guard.

You don't know where they are. Where he is.

And that's when you really begin regretting that the very last thing you said to him is, "See you later."

***

The first thing you do upon fleeing Palpatine's office through the tunnel network is call the only Jedi you really know. Ember's comm is nothing but static, which already unsettles you more, so you attempt to reach out to Phantom in hopes she'll respond from Utapau.

She does. The terror in her voice is evident.

"The clones all turned. I don't know why, but Cody is trying to kill me and I have to go-"

"Phantom?" Nothing. "Phantom, respond!"

There's nothing but static that makes your stomach turn as you desperately shake your comm in hopes of a reply. Ember was with Ahsoka, and Phantom had gone with Obi-Wan, which meant two of your best friends were in the middle of the crisis that seemed to currently be plaguing most of the galaxy.

If Cody went after Phantom, then will Fox-

"Oh, Maker," You leaned against the wall to wrap your arm around your stomach. Just thinking about all the what if's in regards to Fox and the rest of the Guard's well beings made you want to wretch all over the floor. "Just let him be safe. I don't ask for much, but please let him be safe."

Your first clue that something is wrong is the contingent of Guard members stationed outside of the Senate room. You know better then to attempt to use the front door, but the sight of Hound and Stone's helmets on the bodies that guard the Senate is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Those are your boys. Your boys. Not Palpatine or whoever he is now, not the Republic, yours.

They don't sound like the same ones who'd asked for six milkshakes and enough fries to feed a bantha less than two hours before. They're not the same men who used to walk you home in torrential downpours, not the same men who had goaded Fox for so long that he eventually caved and asked you to marry him.

You'd started wearing your rings around your neck after that. It was short, prompt. He promised to give you what you really wanted after the war.

"It's what you deserve." He'd said.

All you can think as you sneak past Stone and Hound is that what you deserve is far less than what these men deserve. You'd give everything you had if it meant these men, your al'iit, finally had peace.

Because peace is the bare minimum of what they deserve.

Fox isn't in the Senate Room either, but the rest of the Guard are. You only barely have time to glimpse the form of an older Jedi Master you recognize but don't know the name of as he tumbles tumbles tumbles and disappears beneath the floors below.

Thire's voice is the one that calls out for orders. They're so... monotone. They sound like droids.

You briefly hear something between Mas Amedda and Palpatine about Order 66. Whatever that is. It must be what has all the clones committing mass genocide against the Jedi.

Your heart aches for Phantom and Ember, but you press on anyway. You have to find Fox.

You have to find Fox.

***

This is how it feels to be CC-1010, Commander of the Coruscant Guard. You are trapped inside the dark confines of your mind with no way out because an order was meant to be carried out: KillthejediKillthejediKilltheJedi

Your better judgement screams at you that this is wrong as you are left chasing a rogue Jedi who couldn't get off world fast enough through the lower levels of Coruscant.

Something reminds you of Dove as your head is thrown back, your jaw bludgeoned by the brass knuckles that come in contact with the skin there. It hurts. It bleeds.

You press on.

The Jedi dies and the body is left to be added to the others that burn on the Temple steps. Skywalker carried out the Emperor's orders. There is nothing left of what used to be of the Jedi Order. It's fallen and forgotten, just like them.

Just like the clones will be too. You know that. You will be forgotten, just another name on the battlefield memorial just outside of the Temple. There's so many there now. Too many names to put faces to.

Something in you believes that, if you find Dove, there stands a chance that you will be remembered. You'd have an impact. A lasting effect on somebody out there in the galaxy.

Dove. Your little Dove.

You need to get back to Dove.

***

One Year Later

The reunion never comes. Two wedding rings are kept close to the other's hearts, a futile hope that one day they will return together for the wedding the other so desperately wants.

Word gets to you through the network. Your network of those who had been with clones both before and after the order, those who were still alive and actively helping the Rebellion.

Including you. You were one of the few who knew him the best, and thus an invaluable asset to the Rebellion. It was just fortunate that Bail Organa and Ahsoka Tano had found you before Palpatine found you were alive and used you for his own personal gain.

Ahsoka was the one who told you what really happened. Order 66 was a kill switch implanted in the inhibitor chips of the clones before they'd been decanted to commit mass genocide against the Jedi. They couldn't help it. They couldn't help it.

All this time you'd spent trying to come to terms with the inevitability of what Fox had done, and he couldn't even help it.

Ahsoka had shed tears with you in the aftermath of her confession. She understood. While she'd been too young to be with anyone, she had a close relationship with Rex. Rex had almost killed her too. Had she not been able to remove his chip, he would've.

That had been the same day she'd told you about Ember. Ember had died with Jesse. He'd held her as they went.

That realization had only made you cry harder.

"At the very least, Dove," Ahsoka murmured gently as she held your face in her hand. "You can honor him and your love for him by doing the very thing he would've done. Fighting for what's right."

You nodded and thanked her with the barest smile you could muster. You just didn't have the strength anymore. Most of it had been taken when you lost Fox.

Gripping the metal of your engagement band with trembling fingers, you nodded and allowed your eyes to close before the tears could fall again.

At this point, you're holding out hope he'll come back to you. It's all that's kept you going at this point.

It's going to have to be enough.

The reunion never comes, and neither does the wedding. It never comes because Commander Fox is dead at the hands of Darth Vader.

And it absolutely destroyed you.

This is how it feels to be Dove, former personal assistant to The Emperor.

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[slytherinshua]

Yaaay! How about a fluff with Binnie in which he and his gf are spending a rainy day at home cooking, watching movies and cuddlying?🥺🥺

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: a kiss. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: bin x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: everything in the request lol <;33^^ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 933. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: thank you so much for requesting again! mwah ilysm <33 and again sorry it took a bit of time for me to answer skdhgd but i finished it now!! hope you enjoy!!

The ringing of the doorbell was not what you were expecting on a Wednesday that you knew Bin was fully booked for. His hurried goodbyes this morning were a sure sign that the day would be spent in solitude.

But you didn’t mind that much. You understood his busy idol schedule, and weren’t demanding of attention or time spent together 24/7. 

But you were also subconsciously realising that you two hadn’t spent more than an hour together in the past 2 weeks. At least not an hour while you were both awake. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a yearning for his affection.

So, when the doorbell rang, you couldn’t help the excitement filling your body as you went to answer it. Could his schedule possibly have gotten cancelled? 

But disappointment set in as soon as you opened the door. Bin was not what was behind it, but a delivery box.

You sighed, still mustering a smile and picking up the box. Though the smile became more genuine upon opening it. Your new kitchen equipment had arrived. You had been looking forward to trying out new dishes for the entire week.

You decided that cooking in order to surprise Bin with a nice supper would be a good way to spend the afternoon. Especially with the weather getting more dreary all of a sudden. 

Even though no rain had been forecasted for the day, it wasn’t uncommon for Seoul. And while you were putting on an apron and getting out ingredients, you heard a strike of thunder outside. 

You turned on some music, and started cutting the vegetables to make a warm stew. On a day like this, You were sure Bin would appreciate a home cooked meal.

The thunderstorm continued to go on outside, while you made a cosy ambiance with music and cooking. The other ring of the doorbell went unnoticed by you. And the muttering of another person in the hallway.

“Is it that hard to get the attention of my girlfriend? Aish~ It smells good in here-”

You were startled when you looked up and met his eyes just outside the kitchen. His tall, muscular frame was leaning against the doorway, looking at you with shining eyes.

“You’re back?” You asked, your knife stopping midway in the air.

He laughed, “You didn’t answer the door.”

You looked away bashfully, “I didn’t know you were back…” You mumbled. 

Your shy explanation only earned more laughter from your very smitten boyfriend.

“Cute~” He cooed, walking over to you. He took the knife from your hand, setting it down on the counter carefully before wrapping his arms around you.

“I missed this so much, my schedule has been eating up all my time.”

“Me too. Are you… I mean, if you need to leave soon again it’s not- But maybe…?” You were hesitant to even ask if he was free, as if he would be swept away again with another thing as soon as you thought he was free. 

And so, you stopped yourself mid-sentence, resulting in a stuttered, jumbling of words that just barely got your original message across. 

Bin giggled again, “Yes, baby. I’m free. Fully free for the rest of today. You have me all to yourself.”

“Really?!” You turned yourself around in his arms so you could look at him. Once you saw his small smile and the sincerity in his eyes, the biggest grin formed on your face. You wrapped your arms around him as tight as you could.

“I should go take a shower, I’m sweaty from practice.” He urged, but didn’t show any intention of leaving the hug. 

“Let’s just stay like this for now.” You snuggled into his chest a bit more, everything else fading to the back of your mind.

“What do you want to do now that you have me all to yourself?” Bin whispered into your ear, slowly and teasingly. 

You stepped back slightly, and hit him lightly on the chest. “Don’t you dare.” 

You thought for a second, a smile growing on your face that didn’t go unnoticed by Bin.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked, subsequently smiling from your smile.

“How long do we have?”

“‘Til tomorrow at 7.” He was growing increasingly curious about your plan and you could tell.

“Home movie date? I just thought… I could finish this stew, and we could cuddle on the couch and watch that movie we’ve been wanting to check out.”

“Okay.” He nodded, liking the idea a lot since he was a bit exhausted anyway.

“Just get the blankets and I’ll get everything else.” You shooed him away to get the couch set up while you finished the stew and set it to simmer.

10 minutes later, you joined him on the couch, immediately snuggling up to him and resting your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat from where you were, and it made you giggle cause you heard it speed up.

“We’ve been dating for 2 years but your heart still beats faster when I’m close?” You asked teasingly, looking up at him just to his cheeks slightly pink as well. 

“It does not!” He protested, “It’s just… I haven’t seen you in a while. I missed you like crazy.” 

“Now you’re making my heart speed up.” You let out quietly.

“Really? But I thought we’ve been dating for 2 years.”

“Shut up.” You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, and you felt him smile through the kiss, before reaching to the back of your head to bring you closer.

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[staygoldponebone]

A Shepard Day

summary: it’s just a random day at the shepard residence.

a/n: it’s been a minute lol, it’s messy and doesn’t really go anywhere

“Uh…time,” Curly snarled at his hand of cards, tapping his foot.

The hood was sitting with Dallas and his older brother, getting absolutely slaughtered at a game of poker. To be completely honest, Curly couldn’t stand playing poker with Dallas and Tim. They always cheated and split the earnings with each other, leaving nothing for Curly. He knew it was only a matter of time.

Tim leaned forward, propping his head up on his hand. He lifted an eyebrow at his kid brother before knocking the cards from the younger boy’s hands. “Jesus, just fold!”

“What the hell!?” Curly exclaimed, “It was still my turn!”

“You took too long!” Tim quickly turned his attention to Dallas. “Go.”

Dally flicked his ashes at Tim as Curly gathered his cards back up. He let out a satisfied chuckle and fanned himself with his cards. “Full house, bitches!”

Tim watched as Dallas arrogantly snuffed the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray started collecting his winnings.

Tim smirked, slowly revealing his hand. “Royal flush.”

In sync, Dallas and Curly let out annoyed sighs. Tim reached over in front of Dally, taking the whole pot. The other players eyes drifted to the stack of money and cigarettes as Tim began organizing them accordingly.

“That’s not fair, you know?” Curly said matter-of-factly. “You cheated.”

“Life’s not fair, kid,” Dallas replied, swiping a pack of Tim’s newly possessed cigarettes.

Tim caught him in the corner of his eye and shook his head at his wad of cash, trying to keep count.

Curly rolled his eyes and held his hand out to Dally. “Whatever, can I have one?”

Dally took a cigarette from the pack and set it between his lips. He lit the cancer stick and when his eyes came up to Curly’s, he frowned. “Who? Me?”

Curly looked at his older brother, who was taking his earnings to his room, then turned an annoyed glance to Dallas. “Who else?”

“Ask your brother.” He waved a hand. “I’m all out.”

Curly only stared back at Dally. He didn’t move or make a sound. It was something he knew Dallas couldn’t stand.

“Fuck…” Dally muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes before handing a cigarette over. “I’m gonna split.”

Curly didn’t look up, “See ya.”

The front door shut as footsteps made their way into the room and Curly turned to face Tim.

The older brother furrowed his brow. “Where’d Dal go?”

Curly shrugged, lighting his cigarette.

Tim shrugged back with a yawn and rubbed his face. He sat back down at the table and started shuffling the cards. “Wanna play another game?”

“Why?” Curly talked through his smoke. “So you can cheat again?”

Tim’s eyes flicked up at a pouting Curly, then back down at the cards in his hands. He snorted, “Yeah, why not?”

In the living room, the front door swung open and slammed shut.

“Tim!” Angela’s voice screeched out. “Tim!”

Tim’s face fell apathetically, “What?!”

Angela stomped onto the kitchen’s linoleum with a squish in each step. Water soaked her hair and clothes, painting Angela’s cheeks with mascara. She threw down her purse and attempted to smack Tim’s face.

He grabbed her wrist. “Wanna lose a hand?”

“Let go!” She huffed, tugging her arm away. “Let me go!”

“Oh my God, Angela!” Curly yelled over her, going through the ice box. “Shut up!”

Angela pushed Tim with her free hand and he pushed her back harder. It caused her to stumble back and fall into the chair next to him. She slumped back and covered her face, crying.

“What now?!” Tim kicked her chair.

“You said you’d pick me up from detention and you never showed up so I had to walk home!”

“You said you were going to walk home anyway!”

She slammed her arms down and scoffed, “I didn’t know it was gonna rain…”

“Well, sounds like a you problem.”

Tim went back to his cards with a shrug.

“Ugh!” Angela got up and stomped down the hall to her room, slamming her door shut.

Screaming accompanied by objects hitting the walls followed.

“Don’t worry,” Curly took her seat and set an armful of snacks down, “she’ll get over it.”

“She better…”

Tim went on, muttering to himself. Curly waited patiently for the room to fall silent.

“Wanna play another game of poker?” He offered, “I’ve got more stuff to bet.”

The oldest Shepard sat quietly before setting his deck of cards down and shaking his head. “I’m heading out.”

Curly studied his face carefully, speaking with caution. “Can I come?”

There was no answer, Tim only walked away. Curly decided to take the snacks to his room and as he went down the hall, he could hear crying.

At first, he was annoyed. He stopped in his tracks and went to make fun of his youngest sibling. But then he could hear Angela talking to herself.

On the other side of the door, Angela was staring at her puffy face in her compact mirror. She was redoing her runny makeup in the middle of her bedroom floor, surrounded by a mess of destruction.

“So I’m the problem?” She growled. “Little ol’ Angela’s just too much?”

She rolled her eyes at the mirror.

“Grow a pair, you dicks…”

Her bedroom door swung open and Curly cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Who you talkin’ to?”

She threw a shoe into the hallway. “Get out!”

Curly didn’t move. He kicked her shoe back into her room and threw a pack of peanut butter crackers at her. “Well, there’s dinner. Maybe if you eat, you’ll calm down.”

She threw the crackers onto her bed. “And maybe if you get the hell out, I’ll calm down faster!”

“Fine!” He slammed her door shut. “God!”

Angela waited until she heard his footsteps fade and his bedroom door shut. Then she made her way to her bed and picked up the package of crackers. She glared at it and picked the snack up to slam it against the wall. But then her stomach growled.

She rolled her eyes and took a cracker sandwich from the plastic. She set it in her mouth and ate slowly, still annoyed about her day.

“Whatever.”

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@sophie-i-guess13

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