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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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Wake up!

MOVIE: THE MAZE RUNNER SERIES COUPLE: NEWT X THOMAS RATING: SWEET + SAD

I sat on the rocks looking out to the ocean as the waves crash upon the bright beautiful sand thinking back to everyone we had lost on our way to this beautiful paradise,

"Thomas! Your gonna wanna see this!" I heard Minho yell at the top of his lungs I jumped up trying my best running though the sand past the gardens, past the bonfire, past the hammocks till I reached the edge of paradise before it headed off to the woods and mountains a storm cloud darker then I had ever seen one before "What the hell is that?" he asked

"I have no idea," I said "It looks like an electrical storm"

"I've never seen a storm like that before Thomas," he says

"get everyone inside," I told him

but before anyone could move lightning struck a tree

leaving a massive hole in the ground

"What the hell!" Gally yelled as he went over to the still-smoking hole

"TOMMY!!"

"Did you hear that?" I asked

"Hear what?" Minho asked

"Guys! there's something under here!" Gally yelled

"TOMMY!! WAKE UP!"

"Ok, what the fuck! I swear to god I can-" I began

"fuck I just-" Minho began

"Did you hear it too?" I asked

"Yeah, I swear I-"

"what the fuck!" Gally yelled as he had been digging in the whole the lightning made revealing metal it looked like a metal door... like the metal door we had used to leave the maze into the laps

"TOMMY!!! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!"

"There it is again! I could have sworn I heard-"

Before I could finish my sentence the door opened with a thick grey smoke, and someone climbed out, a body skinny and lanky, they walked with a limp, a mess of long and fluffy blonde hair a brown fabric around his head, an orange vest torn and ripped covered in blood and mud, his pants ripped and tattered, a large gun in his hand the second he stood there we all recognized him

"Newt..." I asked

"'ey guys" He smiled

"wha- wha- you're dead..." I said in shock trying to wrap my head around this

"Its a long story, and look I don't have time to explain," he says "And... I'm sorry" he says pointing his gun at gally

"Newt! what the hell... let's just calm down." Minho warned him but before anyone could say anything else he shot gally, And Minho seconds later

"NEWT WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed

"I'm sorry Tommy," he says pointing the gun to my head and pulling the trigger

I suddenly woke up in a dark room I was tried down to a table, alarms going off everywhere. I tried desperately to get up from the table

"Help!" I yell

"Thomas is that you!" I heard Minho yell

"yes! yes, Minho it's me!" I yelled,

"what the hell is going on!" I heard gally yell

I felt my restraints loosen and someone pulled me up and I was faced by another familiar person, in loose-fitting clothes

"Hi Thomas... welcome back"

"Winston?" I asked

"Hey man" He laughs

"Where's newt?" I asked

"He's getting everyone out," he says "Come on we need to get you guys out of here"

I sat on the ledge looking out at this... rebuilt world. towers that had fallen rebuild from what had fallen all of it looking like a steampunk reimagining of a world I barely even remember.

"'ey Tommy," the familiar voice said behind me

"Hi newt" I smiled "Can I start getting some kind of explanation now?" I asked

"Yeah..." he sighed sitting with me "I know this is kinda 'ard for you... I know mate it was 'ard for me too"

"You bet it was fucking hard!" I yelled "Newt... I believed I killed you, I had to get over that I had to live with knowing I had killed you"

"yeah you did... I don't 'old you killing me against you Tommy"

"What the fuck happened?" I asked

"When I died... I woke up." He answered

"Woke up?"

"I woke up in that little room just like you did, But I 'ad wicked stood over me... they asked me questions I didn't 'ave the foggiest Idea where I was out what was going on" He explained "and I found out... everything we 'ad been through, the maze, the scorch, the Virus... it was all just a simulation"

"A simulation?"

"A simulation, a dream, a video game" he answered "when we died we lost... and we woke up"

"So all this time we were bottled up in some computer game?"

"as soon as I was thinking straight they threw me in a cage with everyone else, Ben, George, Alby... even little Chucky. they were going to restart and try it all again with us but we escaped, began a real-life"

"In all the time we were gone this... place this world grew around us?"

"No, we built it, we overthrew wicked build ourselves a new world. it's not much but... it's 'ome" he explained "We 'ad been trying so long to get you guys out, but the only way to get you out without frying your brains was to kill you" He explained "so I went in and got you all out"

"Newt... I hate to tell you but, it's been years. we all thought you were dead, I... I uhh I kinda moved on" I explained

"I know Tommy" he laughs

"I'm happy to see you again" I smiled

"I'm 'appy to see you too Tommy" he smiled I sat looking at him a moment he looked like he had been thought a lot but under all of it he was still my newt and going to kiss him but he stopped me "Tommy..."

"what's wrong, Look Minho will understand now your back... I mean he has Ben back so" I shrug

"Tommy, Its been years, not just for you." He says "Tommy things were slower for you inside the simulation," he says "It's been years for me out 'ere, we've built this whole world I've grown up."

"what are you talking about?" I asked

"I'm married, I 'ave a daughter," He says "Tommy, its been five years for you, it's been ten for me"

"Then... I guess we'll just stay friends then" I sighed

"Tommy. I still love you, I've just had a long time without you and my life has moved on" he says

"I still love you too newt," I smiled giving his cheek a little kiss "Guess should get used to this new world"

"Yeah, It's alright if you want I'll show you around tomorrow"

"Newt?" a voice calls making him turn around seeing a girl with a little toddler in her arms

"Ohh coming love" He smiled "see you tomorrow Tommy"

"see you newt" I smiled watching him as he got up and went over to the girl taking her little toddler from her giving the baby's head a little kiss and giving the girl a kiss too and heading inside with her

"Hey Thomas" Minho smiled as he leant on the ledge

"Hey, let's go find our room" I smiled to him

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sunriserose1023 · 4 years

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Merry & Married {1}

SUMMARY: It’s been almost a year since the most humiliating moment of your life. You’ve done your best to move on—by literally moving across the country, starting a new job, and you’re finally starting to feel settled. That, of course, is when your bubblehead cousin sends you the invitation to her wedding—which is exactly one year to the day that you were left at the altar. You have to go, but you don’t have to go alone. Enter Bucky Barnes, the best friend you’ve ever had. You fill him in, and of course he agrees to go home with you. What are friends for? Never mind the fact that he’s desperately in love with you. And if you hadn’t sworn off men forever, you might just find him … attractive. So there you are, surrounded by love, bridesmaid dresses, champagne, and no less than one hundred sprigs of mistletoe. What could possibly go wrong? WORD COUNT: 3294 WARNINGS FOR THE SERIES: Emotional angst, presumably unrequited love, friends to lovers, fluff, happily ever after AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here’s my entry for the @heamarvel Hallmark event! This story is based off this prompt: “Character A has to go to their cousin’s holiday wedding that’s taking place a year to the day they were left at the altar. Unable to face going alone, they con Character B into going ‘just as friends.’“

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The computer screen explodes into a shower of white rose petals that slowly drift down as the wedding march blares through the speakers. The petals materialize into an envelope, which opens to reveal a pristine wedding invitation with glowing gold script.

“With the blessing of their families, Ian Boothby and Darcy Lewis Request the honor of your presence At their wedding ceremony, December 23, 2019”

Bucky clicked the mouse to restart the whole invitation, jumping when the music started, then nodded.

“Impressive.” “Mm-hmm.”

He looked away from the screen, seeing you pace back and forth in front of the section of windows in your office. He narrowed his eyes, resting back in your chair, steepling his fingers together over his stomach.

“Are we mad about this?”

You looked to him, shaking your head.

“I’m not mad.” “You’re not?”

You shook your head again, blinking once.

“I am pissed off.”

Bucky’s eyes widened as your lips curled into a snarl before you started pacing some more.

“This is so like Darcy. She’s doing this because—“

You pressed your lips together, slamming one hand into the wall. Bucky jumped up, walking to you, digging your fingers out of the wall.

“Easy. Don’t break the sheetrock, Killer.”

You couldn’t help the smile, sighing as Bucky turned you to face him. He gave a shake of his head.

“What’s so bad about this? You hate weddings?”

You swallowed, shaking your head, casting your eyes down to Bucky’s shoes as you spoke softly.

“I love weddings.” “Then why are you so mad about this one? Who’s Darcy?”

You studied the frayed end of one of his shoelaces.

“My cousin.” “She a bitch?”

You gave a quiet laugh.

“No, she … well, she’s not the brightest crayon in the box. She’s sweet, and really smart, just … not that gifted with common sense.”

Bucky slowly nodded.

“So what’s the deal?”

You swallowed again, exhaling a slow breath.

“I never told you the reason I moved here.” “So it wasn’t just to upstage Natasha at every turn?”

You had a soft smile on your face when you lifted your head to look out the window, at the gray New York City day. Snow was in the forecast, and you still hadn’t gotten used to the chill in the air. Or the way it got dark around four P.M.

“Y/N?”

You blinked, moving one hand to touch the cool window while Bucky took your other hand. You just stood there, looking out the window until his soft voice spoke again.

“What is it?”

You took in a breath, letting it out again.

“The day Darcy is getting married?”

Bucky nodded as you looked to him, a sad smile on your face.

“That’s my wedding day.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed and you cleared your throat before you spoke again.

“I moved here in January after … after I was left at the altar.” “I’m sorry, what?”

You nodded and Bucky stared at you with wide blue eyes. He shook his head, ushering you to the little couch in your office. You sat, and he sat beside you, turning to face you, stormy blue-grey eyes still wide in shock.

“Whole story. Now. Go.”

You smiled at him, giving a shaky exhale.

“I’d always wanted a wedding at Christmas. The red and green and the snow … of course, you don’t get much snow in Louisiana, but sometimes.”

You shrugged and Bucky nodded before you went on.

“Peter and I … we dated for three years before he proposed. He did it perfectly, exactly a year before, so I’d have enough time to plan.”

You looked down at your hands, at your bare ring fingers.

“I had everything like I wanted. My bridesmaids had deep, dark emerald green dresses. The flowers were red and white roses. The dress … god, I loved my dress.”

You shook your head as you slid your tongue between your dry lips.

“I should have known something was up. I should have seen it. But I was … I was so preoccupied with having everything perfect. The baker told me two days before the wedding that there wouldn’t be strawberry filling in the cupcakes and I very nearly had a nervous breakdown.”

You gave a nervous giggle, moving a hand to your hair, just to give yourself something to focus on other than the pain these memories were bringing up.

“The rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch. Peter was quiet, keeping to himself, talking to his best man while I was flitting from here to there to check the arch and the favors and the Polaroid cameras on every table.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes. Bucky moved a hand to gently rub your back and you gave a quiet whine. You shook your head again, standing up and starting to pace again. Bucky didn’t say a word, just watched as you started slow, picking up speed as you spoke.

“The morning went off without a hitch. Everyone was on time to get their hair and makeup done. We had mimosas and doughnuts and laughed and danced and I felt like a princess. My best friend and my mom helped me put the dress on, and I felt more beautiful than I ever had. I held my bouquet of roses and looped my arm through my uncle’s and I waited impatiently to become Mrs. Peter Quill.”

You came to a screeching halt as the words you’d just said echoed through your brain. You gave a sharp exhale, shaking your head.

Ever since you left your hometown, you’d tried so hard not to think of Peter. You’d pushed him so far out of your mind, deliberately not allowing yourself to think of what all you’d lost when he’d walked away from you.

All of that came rushing back, and you blew out another breath at the renewed pain in your heart.

“Y/N?”

You shook your head, holding up a shaky hand. Bucky moved to the edge of the couch, and you exhaled again. You swallowed, straightening your shoulders.

“When I took his hand, it was cold. Sweaty. Shaking. I thought he was just nervous, because you get nervous when you’re about to pledge your life to someone, you know?”

You gave a nervous giggle, licking your lips again.

“The preacher started talking, and I don’t even know what he said. I was staring at Peter, and … he wouldn’t look at me. I kept squeezing his hand and he … he just shook his head.”

You took in a breath, raising your chin and letting it fall.

“The preacher asked if there was anyone who had any objection as to whether or not we should be married. ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace.’ And I guess Peter couldn’t.”

You shook your head, turning back to Bucky, tears sparkling in your eyes. Bucky stared at you as your mind slipped back, to you standing in a white dress in front of all of your family and most of the people you’d known for your entire life. People you went to school with, people you attended church with, girls you’d played tee-ball with as a child.

Your friends and cousins stood beside you in their dresses, Natasha looking absolutely gorgeous in the emerald gown that seemed to set her fiery hair even more aflame.

Peter looked so handsome in his suit, but the bow tie at the base of his throat was slightly askew, and your hands itching to straighten it. You gave a shake of your head when his blue eyes finally met yours, and the look in those eyes made your heart drop. He mouthed two words to you, words that lit a panic in your heart while simultaneously making you want to lay down and die.

I’m sorry.

Peter gave your hand a squeeze, letting it go as he stepped forward, in front of the preacher, forcing you to take a step back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I …”

Peter shook his head, looking down before raising his head again, glancing back at you.

“I’m so sorry.”

Hushed whispers began rising from the crowd as Peter shook his head again.

“I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I can’t follow through with this wedding.”

The whispers began growing louder, or maybe that was the roar of your own blood in your ears. You felt pain when Natasha’s nails dug into your hand, and you looked over, seeing her standing beside you, her flowers on the ground. One of her hands was entwined with yours, the other hand on your elbow, holding you steady. You looked to her with wide eyes, your face pale, and she gave a shake of her head, murmuring under her breath.

“Stand strong. Don’t fall to pieces now. Not here.”

You nodded to her, gripping her hand tightly. You looked into the audience, meeting the eyes of your mother, who was staring back at you with love and worry in her eyes. Peter shook his head again, looking over his shoulder back at you.

“I never wanted to hurt you. You’re wonderful, but I … I can’t marry you. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Peter shook his head once more, then stepped off of the stage, walking down the aisle by himself. You watched him go, the whispers of the crowd growing to a buzzing that crowded your ears until no other sound could get through. Your bridesmaids gathered around you while the groomsmen left in the direction Peter had gone, and Natasha forced you to put one foot in front of the other until you were away from the crowd, away from everyone but her.

And that’s when you collapsed.

“Y/N.”

You blinked, once and then a few more times. You found Bucky standing in front of you and you blinked some more. He shook his head and you spoke softly, smoothing your hands over the lapels of his suit jacket.

“He’d written me a note that one of his groomsmen gave Nat. Peter said loved me, but he wasn’t in love with me, and he couldn’t spend the rest of his life trying to make himself love someone. He knew he’d grow to resent me and we’d be unhappy and it’s better to break it off before kids get involved, you know?”

You lifted your head to see Bucky staring down at you, and you smiled.

“I’m a great person, apparently. Just not great enough to be married to.”

You started to step away when Bucky wrapped his arms around you. You put your face in his shoulder, digging your nails into his back.

“Y/N, I … I can’t even imagine. I’m so sorry.”

You clung to Bucky, missing the way he closed his eyes and rested his head atop yours, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“What can I do?”

You shook your head, moving to rest your cheek against his shoulder as you sighed.

“Nothing. I thought I was over this.” “This doesn’t sound like something you just easily get over.”

You sighed again, stepping out of his embrace and crossing your arms over your chest. Bucky swiped his tongue over his lips and shook his head.

“That Peter sounds like an absolute cunt.”

You gave a gasping laugh, shaking your head.

“Bucky!” “I’m not sorry.”

You laughed again.

“I hate that word.” “Nothing else fits.”

You pursed your lips, then nodded.

“You’re right, though.”

Bucky eagerly nodded and you sighed again.

“It’s over. I don’t even have the ring anymore.” “What did you do with it?”

You smiled.

“I wish I could say something poetic, like that it sank to the very blackest depths of the Mississippi River, but I just couldn’t bring myself to throw it. It facilitated my move here.”

Bucky nodded and you sighed, glancing down at your bare ring finger again.

“It was such a pretty ring.” “Did he try to get it back?”

You exhaled, then looked to him.

“I haven’t spoken to him since the day he left me.”

Bucky lifted a hand to his chest and you rolled your eyes, reaching out and shoving his shoulder.

“Don’t be so melodramatic.” “It’s such a Lifetime movie situation, I swear.” “Except for the fact that I’ll never love again. Why set myself up for failure a second time?”

The phone rang, so you missed the way Bucky blinked rapidly, watching you as you walked back to your desk. You leaned over and grabbed the phone, using your last name as a greeting.

“Tell me you didn’t open this monstrosity of an email.”

You giggled, covering the receiver as you whispered to Bucky.

“Nat got an email, too.” “Speaker!”

You pushed the button to channel the call through the speakers, and Bucky shut the door to your office.

“Buck’s here too, Nat.” “Did you make him watch it?” “Twice.”

Nat groaned, and you just knew she was slipping her heels off under her desk.

“I love Darcy to pieces, don’t get me wrong, but she is real fuckin’ clueless sometimes.”

You laughed as you sat in your chair, grabbing up a few files and settling them.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” “You sure? I know it’s—“ “Fine, Natasha. I am fine.”

The line was quiet for a moment, with Bucky looking from the phone to you, back to the phone.

“You’re not going, are you?”

You stopped shuffling papers and Bucky’s eyes widened.

“Seriously?”

You looked to him, your own eyes wide.

“Why in God’s name would I go? Did you miss the whole story about how this wedding is exactly one year from the single most humiliating moment of my entire life?” “But you have to go.” “I don’t have to do anything, Natasha. Except pay taxes and die, I guess.” “Darcy will shit herself if you skip her wedding.”

Bucky made a face and you shook your head.

“She won’t even miss me.” “The hell she won’t! Mom’s there and she said all Darcy has been talking about is the week leading up to the wedding.”

You lifted your eyes from your desk, staring at nothing.

“She didn’t.”

Natasha’s low, sultry laugh came through the speakers.

“Someone didn’t read the fine print, did they?”

You scrambled to pull up your email, both you and Bucky jumping when the wedding march screamed through the computer. You shook your head, then noticed the email was two parts long.

“Goddamn it.”

Natasha laughed again and you started to read the note Darcy had written.

Y/N—

I’m getting married! Can you believe it’s finally happening? I can’t wait to be Ian’s wife, but I can’t do it without you there. You’ll be a bridesmaid, won’t you? My favorite cousin just has to stand beside me on my Big Day. Don’t worry about a dress or any of that. Nana’s helping me get it all together. I know you and Nat have work, but surely you’ve built up some time off, right? Ian doesn’t have much family, so we thought, why not have our whole family come down for a big reunion-type thing, culminating in our wedding! Doesn’t that just sound like all kinds of fun?! Seriously, Y/N. Say you’ll come. We all miss you around here and what better reason to come home than a wedding? I love you, cousin. Can’t wait to see you!

XOXO, Darcy

You shook your head, resting it in your hands, your palms pressing against the headache threatening right behind your eyes.

“So … should I get the flights together?” “Nat, what am I going to do?”

She sighed.

“Head back so we can show everyone what a kickass boss bitch you’ve become?”

You snorted, lifting your head and leaning back in your chair.

“Did she ask you to be a bridesmaid too?” “Yep. And Carol and Hope. Her old college roommate is going to be her maid of honor. Crap, what was her name?” “Jane?” “Yeah, that’s the one.”

You tapped your fingers on your desk.

“So Darcy wants me to come home for a week of fun for the whole family—literally—and be in her wedding exactly one year to the day of my own. And not only that, but I get to be in the actual wedding party, so just in case I think I’m okay, let’s put me back on stage in front of everyone in a pretty dress and see if I don’t pass out from PTSD or something.”

You could hear Natasha rolling her eyes.

“You got left at the altar, bitch, not left for dead in some backwoods cabin with a machete-wielding psycho.” “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

Bucky snorted, and you narrowed your eyes at him, but smiled.

“It’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be. We can get shitfaced at the open bar and no one will bat an eye. Hell, they’ll probably be expecting it from you.”

You tilted your head.

“You’ve got a point.” “Plus someone’s got to have slutty bridesmaid sex and it might as well be you.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head.

“Might I remind you, Bucky’s listening.” “I don’t give a fuck. Hell, he can come, too. Everyone should experience the hodge-podge of our family at least once in a lifetime.”

You shook your head, going still and tilting your head when Bucky smiled. He looked down at his feet, then back up, a soft smile on his lips when he met your eyes.

“What?” “Come with me.”

Bucky’s eyebrows raised as Nat coughed on the phone.

“Excuse me?”

You shook your head.

“Nat’s right. Our family’s batshit insane, but they’re fun. We always have a good time.” “We put the ‘fun’ in dysfunctional.”

Bucky shook his head and you reached across the desk, laying your hand on top of his, both of you jumping and laughing softly when the shock wore off.

“Sorry.” “Don’t be.” “I know it’s Christmas and all, but you should come.” “I don’t know, this sounds like a family thing.” “All the more reason you should come!”

You stood up, walking around your desk to sit on the edge of it. Bucky sprawled in the chair, looking up at you. You opened your mouth, then closed it as Natasha spoke.

“We have a metric fuckton of family members. Cousins galore. The one thing guaranteed to keep everyone from constantly staring at poor, pitiful Y/N is fresh meat.”

You rolled your eyes, then met Bucky’s.

“Seriously. They love new people. You’ll like my mom more than you like me. You'll adore Nana. And I know they’ll all fuss over you.”

Bucky swallowed.

“I …” “Come on, Buck. I need you there. The one thing guaranteed to get me through this is—“ “The open bar.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head at Natasha, smiling at him as you took his hands.

“Is my best friend.”

Bucky stared into your eyes, as you mouthed ‘please.’ He opened his mouth, closing it again and nodding. Your eyes widened as you gave his hands a squeeze.

“Seriously?”

Bucky nodded again.

“Yeah, I can’t let you go alone. That would be like throwing you to the sharks and I’m not a hundred percent sure you can swim.”

You rolled your eyes, but stood up. Bucky stood as well, and you stared up at him.

“You’re really going to come with me?”

Bucky smiled, saying the words even though they felt thick in his mouth.

“What are friends for?”

You squealed and threw your arms around him, and he closed his eyes as he hugged you back, opening them when he heard Natasha’s quiet, knowing laugh through the speakers.

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blu-joons · 5 years

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Seven Days Of Study ~ Kim Namjoon

You reread Namjoon’s text several times, sighing greatly. With a big test coming up next week Namjoon had promised to help you study, but instead he found himself stuck in the confines of his studio for the next seven days.

“You could always study in the studio? That way I’m still nearby,” he proposed.

The last thing you wanted to do was get in his way, unsure with how to answer. You looked to the floor, scratching your hands together. Namjoon could read you like a book, taking your hands in his. “I promise nobody will mind, especially not me, just try it, see how you get on.”

So, just three days later you found yourself in Namjoon’s studio, head stuck in a book trying to find the perfect source for your essay question.

“Coffee?” Namjoon asked, walking through the door, handing you a mug. You had become so fixated by the pages before you, you hadn’t even heard him leave the room. You reached out for it, not looking up, but Namjoon moved it away. “You need to have a break, just twenty minutes, you’ll do yourself more harm.”

“I’m fine.” You protested, but Namjoon wasn’t having it.

He grabbed your book, folding the top corner of your page. “Why don’t you tell me about what you’re studying, see how much of it you’ve remembered.”

“Well, the book looks at human behaviour in children, how they adapt to language just after they’ve been born.” Namjoon nodded intently, knowing how passionate you were about the subject. “And they do this by…damn, I forgot.”

Namjoon chuckled, sliding the book back your way. “See, breaks are what you need. Now, drink up and I’ll let you restart again in quarter of an hour.”

This continued for the rest of the day, Namjoon constantly providing you with breaks, providing you with little snacks he found in the kitchen, or a funny video he’d seen on the internet.

By the second day you had remembered exactly what you needed to and began to make yourself little revision cards.

Namjoon had headed to the studio early, telling you to head over whenever you were ready. You knocked and walked in, Namjoon turning to greet you. “Hey gorgeous,” he waved.

“Hey…what’s all this?” Your eyes were drawn to the desk you’d settled on yesterday, there were gel pens, stickers, paperclips, everything you could have needed. “Did you do this.”

He nodded, walking by your side, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I thought you could do with a bit of help getting started, so I stopped by the stationary store this morning and grabbed a few resources.”

“You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you,” you smiled, pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

With all your cards finished, day three commenced the memory test. You continued to whisper as you read the cards, turning them over before trying to recall the information.

“Did you say something?” Namjoon asked, turning around in your desk chair. You looked up apologetically, unaware you’d spoken so loudly.

“Just revision,” you smiled, showing him your cards, “sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I’ll shut up.”

He chuckled, walking over to sit beside you, taking the card out of your hand. “You didn’t disturb me love, let me help you.” He snatched the card out of your hand, reading it for himself. “Right, tell me the main reason for child’s speech acquisition.”

“Naturism!” You squealed, smiling as Namjoon nodded his head. “It’s the belief that language is installed in children.”

“See, I don’t know what you’re stressing about, you’re going to smash this exam!” He picked up another card, once more reading the information. “How early do children learn language?”

You thought for a moment, being able to memorise the card. You’d written it in red and put a sticker of a dog in the top left corner. Your mind knew it word for word. “Before they’re born, in the uterus.”

Namjoon clapped, leaning forward to kiss you. “Correct! Wow, that’s actually quite fascinating, so they can hear you talk before they’re even born.”

“Yeah, even in the mother’s tummy their ears pick up on sounds, which is why people talk to baby bumps.” He chuckled, picking up your study book, reading the blurb for himself.

“Damn, my girl really is smart.”

You spent the following day just doing your own thing. You felt guilty enough that’d you distracted Namjoon, so spent the day in one of the empty studios, just going over everything. Namjoon was able to crack on with his mixtape whilst you studied hard.

Time had passed by when he knocked on the door, walking in to see you for the first time in the day. “The boys are ordering takeout, so I’ve added on your usual, I want to make sure you get something in you today.”

“Thank you Joon, tell the boys I’ll pay them back in a bit.” He shook his head, walking over to rest his head on top of yours.

He looked down at all the new notes that you’d written throughout the day, smiling to himself. “You don’t have to pay them, call it my treat, a little something because I am so proud of you.”

“I don’t want you to pay for things for me,” you whispered, tilting your head back to look up at his tired face. You poked his button nose lightly making him squirm, “this is a one-time thing.”

“Yes boss!”

After filling up on takeout, you found yourself in a bit of a food coma the next day. It was your last day before your exam, so you wanted it to go perfectly. You took the familiar route to Namjoon’s studio, deciding to surprise him with some breakfast from his favourite café.

When you walked into the studio you were shocked, the room was messy, he could barely keep his eyes awake, his trademark silver locks were all scruffy. “What’s going on?” You asked, handing him the sandwich you’d bought.

“I stayed up all last night,” he informed, mumbling a thanks for the food. “I’ve finished the demo I’ve been working on so I can spend all of today with you, helping you to revise for the big day tomorrow.”

He touched your heart greatly, as your hands ran through his hair. A little yawn escaped him making you giggle, “you didn’t have to do that for me.”

“Yes, I did. I know how much this means to you, so I want to be here to support you.”

“B- “

“-no arguments, now sit, we’ve got a busy day of studying ahead of us.”

The two of you spent the whole day going over and over your notes. If you didn’t know it now, then you surely never were going to know it. As the clock hit seven, Namjoon began to shut all his computers down. “Home time,” he informed you.

“Joon, it’s seven?”

“I know, but you’ve got a big exam in the morning, so you need plenty of sleep. You’ll drive yourself up the wall if you keep looking at these, I’d much rather tuck you up in bed and make sure you get some beauty sleep.”

“Will you cuddle me?” You innocently asked, helping him to pack all your things away.

He walked over, and laced his hand with yours, locking the studio door, “of course I will.”

Exam day soon came around, the sixth and last day of stress and worry. Namjoon woke you up with a massive breakfast, helping you to go over the last of your notes. Yesterday he’d made you write a list of things you wanted to go over the morning of the exam to stop you doing too much.

“Right, good luck today, I’m sure you’ll smash it, give me a text later or something and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He still had work himself, so said his goodbye at his flat. After your exam this morning you were spending the day with your friends, celebrating the end of term.

“Joon, thank you so much for just being incredible this past week, I wouldn’t be able to do all of this without your support.” He leaned over to kiss you lovingly, snatching a bite of your toast as he did so.

You chuckled as he pulled away, a smear of jam up his cheek. “What?” He asked, confused as to why you were laughing. You reached over, wiping the jam away. “Oh.”

“Never change Kim Namjoon,” you smiled, waving him goodbye as he headed to the studio once more.

As you watched him walk away the nerves began to build, the one person that had kept you calm throughout this entire time had gone for the last time, and now the only person there to support you, was you.

You entered the exam hall, repeating Namjoon’s words in your head. As he tucked you up in bed, he gave you the sweetest speech about how your grades wouldn’t define you and that you’d find your way in life regardless of a couple of exams.

The hall was silent, lots of stressed bodies beginning to panic as the invigilator began the exam. Just as you had hoped your revision cards were at the front of your mind, most of the information rolling as you moved you pen along the page.

You couldn’t have imagined the exam going so well, and as you left the exam hall, you were ecstatic with how things had gone. You couldn’t wait to tell Namjoon, sending him a text as soon as you got out.

I knew you could do it, I’m so proud of you baby, enjoy your night, I love you.

His reply was instant, words could never express how happy he was for you.

Of course, the evening you spent with friends was great, but you couldn’t wait to see Namjoon and tell him all about it.

With a slight heavy head, you made your way to the studio once more, running down the corridors to get to his studio. The door was open awaiting your arrival, his arms open for you to walk into. You ran into them, leaping up with your legs wrapped around his waist, catching you effortlessly.

“So, I’m guessing it went well?”

“So well Namjoon!” You chuckled, peppering kisses along his jaw. “For the first time I can honestly say I’m feeling so confident about this, I genuinely believe I’ve passed. I answered all the questions, remembered my theorists, I couldn’t have done any better.”

He smiled down at you, kissing you sweetly. “I am so proud of you, this past week in the studio has been so worth it to see you achieve. You’re so smart and dedicated, you deserve all the success you’re going to get from this.”

Your eyes scanned the studio, all your notes were gone, the torment of two years of studying had disappeared. “Thank you for being there for the past week, you might not realise how special you are, but I appreciate you greatly.”

“You’re welcome love, it’s been amazing to spend so much time with you, even we were stuck in the studio. I love you.”

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way, I love you too.”

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