#sorry it must be said i like her music but im sick and tired of people claiming she’s this amazing queer representation when she’s never

[glitterock]

im so sorry i don’t want to send the swifties out for my arrest but it genuinely boils my blood and fills me w rage when people say taylor swift is “obviously” a lesbian or even gay because even if she is bisexual or whatever what has she ever done for the community besides releasing a cringe vague ass song w brendon urinal??? also i feel like if she’s so “obviously” a lesbian and has been “hinting” this for years she wouldn’t be simultaneously in public relationships with men lol. also like she’s a millionaire capitalist white woman and even if she was secretly gay she’s not doing anything for the community by never speaking out about it. also she’s so painfully straight looking guys there’s way better actual real sapphic representation in music from people who are out and proudly speaking on queer issues

#sorry it must be said i like her music but im sick and tired of people claiming she’s this amazing queer representation when she’s never #even come out #like it’s not the 1950s we shouldn’t be grasping at straws for queer rep if she wanted to be out she would have been by now

[kingtrollexparty]

(i kinda forgot to Do a second part of my ship(not really mine)of Branch and is two fishies,so here it is,and sorry for mispell)

Tomorrow was going too be the biggest party,evryone wil ne at pop village too celebrate harmony as Poppy kinda call it,but even if hé would dj whit his lovers,for some reason hé feelt sick.

Hé though it was stress bit hé wasn't stressed,mayby the exitment,but i dont think u get really hot went exited.

Do even if is lovers would sorry,trollex would always Say im all right even if it clear it not.

The night before he woke up feeling a urge to vomit but didn't manage,so hé oped tonight Will be at least bether.

Hé Say on his bad,wondering if it will be bether,but didn't try to sorry to Much,since the stade hé was at right now.

Hé jumper went he Heard the door learring in a worried Branch and synth,even if they knew the answer already they at least needed too try.

(trollex,we now what ur gonna say,but pls,Tell us,if ur not feeling good we wont go)synth Said softly whit a worried voice

(im fine,it just the stress mayby)trollex repliés weakly

(we now you would Say that but u look like a zombie right now) true hé looked like that but,hé still ignores it. Synth let a heavy sigh

(look if ur not feeling well tomorrow we wont go,how does it sound Blue Bean/i décidés it Will be cute for a love nickname/)trollex made a yes sigh ,His eyes were almos shot clearly tired ,so they all went too bed.

}The next morning{

Trollex woke up whit an horrible stomach Ache,and hé New what his lovers would Say,so hé ignores it.they swam too the village,Do Branch and synth were suspicious,trollex looked Read literlly.

But hé Said hé was fine,so must be stress. They arrived at the village and were sudenly attack whit a really REALLY exited poppy.

(OMGUGUYSICANTBELIEVEUCAMEIMSOHAPPYTHISPARTYGOINGTOBEEPIC)they didn't understand her Much do to her being too exited.

The night had came,and trollex sickness was worse then ever,hé didn't now why,but decede to Hide it.

Hé was happy hé didn't had too dance,but went poppy called his name,hé then realize

Hé had too dj,TOO NIGHT.

Hé got into a panick as he went too the the stage,hé groaned silently as the pain got even bigger .

The music start to play ,hé tried to dance,but hé let obvious sigh that hé was not all right,went synth was about to ask if hé was ok,hé fainted.

Evryone gasp as the leaders went to check on him,synth was CRYING and Welling His name,clearly scared,Will Branch tried to calm him down.

(what happend too him)Poppy asked worried for her friend

(i..i dont now...)Branch Said Will sitting next to trollex.

(b..b Branch...c..can u .h..help him p..pls)synth Said between sobs.

(i..i dont now how)hé Said sadly,synth crues ard on his sholder.

Then a yellow techno trolls whit Pink eyes and haïr,teal Pink and orange pater on her arms and rail came over.

(umm excuse me ur machesti,m'y name dr. Sunset,King trollex doctor,i could help if hé being him to techno reef,but we need too be kick in case it sever)Sunset Said Will checking trollex heartbeat .

They swam as fast too the hospital.the doctorat took trollex in a room Will the rest were waithing in the waithing room.

Synth was clearly terrified,even if Branch tried to calm him,hé was continuing to cry ard.

4 hours (hope it not too Much)Sunset came in to tell them what wrong. She barelly came him went an overprotective Branch jump in front of her.

(His ok,His hé sick,His hé going to make it,is it contatious,His hé death!)hé asked kickly Will banicking,the doctor told him to calm down and follow her.

They arrived inside a room to see trollex laid down on a bed smilling while,eubbing His stomach?

Branch went estatic and again asked million question. Sunset told him too calm down and start explaining.

(i now ur nervous ur machesti but it wont get u anywerw so pls stop it)she said,getting a nos from him.

(His all right,right)a nervous synth said.

(oh is perfectly fine)she said smilling,while the others look at her confused.

Branch and synth went over too trollex.

(umm Blue Bean what does she Méan ur fine,u literlly fainted and trow Up each night)synth asked confused.

(well umm it complicated,but dr.sunset can explain)hé Said happy but nervous to tell them.

(dont worried,but if u wanted too i can explain,so is fine and no us not sick,There a reason behind it,and before you panick it a happy reason)she said gigling a bit from the longs shynest nature.

(hein)synth Said still not understanding and looked morw confused.

(what she meant by...)trollex started(King trollex his pregnant)Sunset finish

The Room went silence and Poppy was about too get over joyeux went Branch fainted,and then for over joyed.

(IMG OMG OMG UR HAVING A TROLLING OMGGGGGGGG I CANT BELIWVE IT)she said literlly almos braking the floor.

(no way Blue Bean im so exited,wait that mean(gasp)IM GONNA BE A DAD)synth yelled will trowing glow stick in the air,then Branch finally woke up.

(i..i cant believd i im going to be a father,that mean(gasp)I CAN SHOW OUR KID HOW TO FIGHT)the Room went silence,trollex ans synth looked at him whit a "are u serious"look.

(what)Branch looked confused(There no way im learring our baby Rouch a Weapons)trollex Said holding His stomach and looked at Branch whit dead eyes.

(what at least show it)Branch Said(im the one who Carying it so no)trollex Said and Branch sighned.

They were all happy about There comming New born,and Branch probrably going too put more trap now.

#king trollex #Trollex #Branch #Synth #Poppy #Queen poppy #Trolls 2 #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls branch #Leaders #fandom

[biletdoux]

stages of love | j.jh

Pairing | jung jaehyun (nct) + female!reader Rating | M Genre + Tropes | college!au, romance (angst, fluff, smut) Warnings | explicit language, alcohol consumption, instant love?, sexual content (drunk sex, receiving and giving oral, penetration, cow girl position, nipple play), greyzone fidelity Length | 15k+

Summary | A playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart

(Or; your relationship with Jung Jaehyun in ten songs.)

Note: ahhhhhhh!!!! we finally did it boisssss. this fic has been a long time coming and honestly im sick and tired of jaehyun. i’ve spent too long thinking about him for this fic smh. this is also my first time writing smut so we’ll see how that goes lmao. anyway this was a long labor of love so please let me know what you thought of it !!! <333

1. Peach by IU

smitten at first sight.

“How can I explain this feeling?”

“Alright, I think that sums up about everything we need to cover for today’s lecture. Remember, most of this will be on your final exam. Any questions before you’re all dismissed?” 

Your professor looks up from the board, scans the room and all he sees are most of the students waiting with bated breath, itching to leave the class, and half of those students having already packed their belongings in anticipation. He held them back an extra twenty five minutes today, which is notably longer than previous lectures in which he delayed dismissal.

“Okay, you’re free to go. Chapters nineteen and twenty are due the next time we meet.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, ready to head out with the rest of the class. You like Professor Jang and find that he makes history somewhat digestible, but he has a tendency to lose track of time, which is inconvenient, but more so today since you have agreed to meet up with Yeri. You glance at your phone to see text notifications and curse to yourself. You’re already ten minutes late and Yeri is many things and impatient is one of them. 

You’re one of the first out of the small lecture hall and you shoot her a quick reply before making your way to the oncampus cafe. Through quickened strides and shortcuts engrained from cross-campus treks from class to class, you arrive in record time. You’re slightly out of breath and impressed by your speed, but you stop, frozen in your tracks when you see Yeri’s displeased face. You find her situated in a small, but cozy corner next to the windows, already unpacked with notebooks and papers strewn on the desk ready to review for exams. It's one of the best study spots in the cafe and you immediately know your best friend had to come extra early to nab such a sought after table. 

“About time,” she scowls, “what took you so long?”

You shoot her an apologetic look, “aww, Yeri,” you pout your lips a little too dramatically, “I’m sorry. I just came from history and you know how Professor Jang is.” 

Yeri looks at your jutted lips in disgust, but then her face softens in consideration. “Hm, I do know Jang.” She scrunches up her nose remembering her time in his class last semester. “That old man can talk for days on end and he never lets anyone leave class early. I guess I’ll let you go this time.” 

You beam at her knowing she’s no longer angry for your tardiness. “Great, drinks are on me today. It’s the least I can do for being late.” Yeri forgives as easily and as quickly as she loses her temper. You learned this after a few weeks of being her roommate. 

Yeri says nothing in silent agreement and you place your stuff down across the table next to the chair she reserves for you. You pull out your wallet and weave through the packed cafe to head to the order counter. The line is long and you patiently review the menu. Your roommate has consistent tastes and always orders a vanilla frappuccino regardless of which cafe she goes to, but you base your decision on your mood. You mull over your choices and by the time you reach the barista taking your order, you decide you’re in an ‘iced Americano’ kind of mood today. You have exams on top of exams you need to review for and a stronger caffeine kick is much needed.

After paying, you head back to the table with two drinks in tow. Yeri takes her drink and after you both take a few sips and catch up for the day, you dive straight to work. The two of you decide to review for statistics. 

Between re-summarizing chapters and answering review questions, you muse to yourself about how your college experience thus far hasn't been that much different from your high school life. You didn’t necessarily hate high school, per say, but it was safe to say you didn’t enjoy it. Your heart was in the arts, specifically music, and you had found studying the core subjects to be boring and tedious. You remember being ecstatic to have been accepted and enrolled in a performing arts college, foolishly thinking your days of solving differential equations and memorizing chemical formulas were over. You specifically remember daydreaming of your hours being filled with keyboard practice and composition notes and only such things. Somehow the reality of mandatory general education courses slipped your mind when you constructed such fantasies.

Despite frivolous and preconceived notions of college, you have already survived a semester and you are nearly through your second. 

“Hey, do you remember when this stats assignment is due?” Yeri’s inquiring voice snaps you out of your brief reverie and you search your cluttered brain for a date.

“Uh, I think it’s due, like, a few days before the final, but I’d have to double check.” 

Yeri nods. “Alright, well let’s take a small break. We have some time till then, we don’t have to finish all of it today.” 

You happily agree and set down your pen. Yeri takes a sip of her frappuccino and you lean over the table to get closer to her. “Anyway, did you hear about what happened with Jiwon and Youngjae from the entertainment management department?”

Her eyes glisten with wicked interest. “No. Do tell.”

Break time is always synonymous with gossip hour between you and Yeri. 

You spend the next fifteen minutes dishing what you know and Yeri offers her own input whenever she feels fit. 

“And they think they’re being discreet, but the whole dorm knows they’ve been sneaking around, but guess wha─” Before you can finish your sentence, you are cut off by a loud and energetic voice calling out Yeri’s name.

The two of you look up to see a slim and boyish brunet waving to Yeri and excitedly making his way to your table. He looks vaguely familiar, but you can’t quite place your finger on it, so you let it go.

He smiles happily at Yeri and greets her. “Hey Yeri, how’s it going?” He notices you there and gives you a polite wave, which you return in the same manner.

Yeri replies back breezily, but with her full attention. “Good. Did you need anything, Mark?” 

He flushes just the slightest bit, but it doesn’t escape your eyes. “Erm, nothing I just wanted to remind you that we’re meeting for the music theory project tomorrow at four. I would’ve texted, but I forgot to get your number in class, and I saw you here and thought it was a good opportunity to tell you.” 

Yeri’s eyes widen, “ah right! I completely forgot about it. It’s a good thing you found me here today, huh? Here, I’ll give you my number.”

She reaches her hand out her hand expectantly, and Mark is confused before scrambling to pull out his phone. You can tell Mark looks flustered while Yeri is calmly putting in her contact information. After finishing, she hands his phone back, “okay, all set. Just shoot me a text so I have your number as well. Thanks for reminding me today or I probably would’ve forgotten and not have shown up or something.” 

Mark smiles again, this time a little more sure than before. “All good. I’ll see you tomorrow, Yeri.” 

They wave goodbye and you watch Mark scamper from the cafe. Your eyes follow him, but Yeri is already focused on you again, paying Mark’s retreating form no mind. 

“So…” you start.

“So?” She returns.

“He’s cute.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she shrugged. “I barely know him though. We have music theory together, but this is the first time we’ve talked all semester and we’re only talking because we got paired up for a project.”

Yeri seems apathetic and you study her closely. You notice she’s acting a little too stiffly carefree to be truly indifferent to the situation. You can’t help, but to tease her a bit. “Well, make the most out of this project then.”

Yeri gives you a hard look and you decide to let it go despite finding your best friend’s situation to be amusing. 

“Anyway, keep telling me about Jiwon and Youngjae. You never finished.” Yeri changes the topic, knowing that you might decide to pester her again if she doesn’t.

“As I was saying,” you started up again. A figure outside catches your attention and you peer outside through the window past Yeri’s shoulders. You realize it’s Mark and you watch with interest as he gestures excitedly, pointing to something in his hand, you assume his phone, to some of his friends. From there your eyes wander absentmindedly from one person to the next, and it’s when you see him. 

The reaction is almost instantaneous. 

“Like you were saying?” Yeri urges, but her words fall on deaf ears, for all your attention is captured by the boy next to Mark with heart-shaped lips.

When you see said boy laugh, you notice he has moon for eyes and you unconsciously suck in a sharp breath. You must have been staring too intently without noticing because he turns his head in your direction and you two hold direct eye contact. Like a deer caught in headlights, you freeze and lose all rational thought. Your head is completely blank. You have never seen someone so beautiful and your mind does not know how to process any sensory information at the moment.

Someone calls the boy away and the entire group of friends leave. It’s only then do you find yourself releasing a breath you didn’t know you had been holding onto so tightly. Your heart is pounding and you feel as though blood is rushing through your ears. 

“Hello?” Yeri sounds annoyed, but you struggle to find the words to answer her. 

You feel a sudden heat rush to color your cheeks a vibrant red and a feeling surges through you that leaves you out of breath and weak at the knees. A steady warmth washes over you quietly and you feel it deep within yourself and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

How silly, you muse. Not to be dramatic, but you think you’re in love.

2. Shadow by f(x)

adoration from afar. 

“I’m really really into you.”

The next few weeks are packed to the brim with assignments and papers, but despite this, you still find time for your personal research into the boy who was with Mark that day. 

Being the obvious first and easiest option, you beg Yeri to ask Mark directly about his friend, but she immediately shoots you down. 

“No. Absolutely not. At least not anytime soon anyway,” she huffs. “I’ve barely held two full conversations with him, like hell the next is gonna be about his friend just cause my best friend started thirsting over him after one glance. I mean come on, girl.” She shakes her head at you. 

Yeri’s right and you apologize to her for being thoughtless of her situation. She doesn’t say it, but she seems really hopeful about the music theory project and what might bloom from it. You would not want to impede on such possibilities of happiness for your friend, so you let that option go, but Yeri promises to help in other ways and she does. 

Somehow between caffeine fueled cram sessions and sleep deprivation, you, with Yeri’s help manage to find out more about the boy. You casually ask around in your contemporary writing and production department and she offers help by searching her vocal performance department. 

You find out his name is Jung Jaehyun and he’s a third year in the musical theatre department and that he’s a member of the local chapter of the performing arts fraternity on campus. You also discover his Instagram handle and you find yourself skimming through his page throughout the day more often  than you’re willing to admit to any living soul. 

You occasionally see him around campus since you first saw him at the cafe and each time, you can feel your heart hammer in your chest and you become so flustered to the point of your sympathetic nervous system activating. Unfortunately for you, your body unconsciously chooses flight each and every time at the sight of Jaehyun because you can always feel your knees go weak and your body lurch away to escape in any direction that isn’t Jaehyun’s. You kind of hate yourself each time you do, but you can’t help it. He’s just so pretty that it’s intimidating!

You try to think positive after the bouts of shame you experience after each escapade. 

Well there’s no way to embarrass yourself in front of him if you run away before having the chance to, right?

Even thinking about it now in the comfort of your bed, you can’t shake your self-consciousness and bury your face in a large pillow resting on your knees. Your cheeks are burning and you don’t know what to do. 

“Hey, why don’t you just talk to him, instead of moping all day and stalking his profile like a creep.” Yeri’s crisp words cut through your musings and you glance up to see her entering your shared room in the dorms.

“Shut up. It’s not like I have a benevolent match-making professor who happens to pair me up with my crush for an end-of-semester project.” You retort back before sighing dramatically, “I literally have no excuse to talk to him. We’re not in the same year or major. We don’t even have mutual friends. Unless, y’know, you and Mark hit it off, who knows.” 

Yeri sits down next to you on your small twin bed, resting her head on your shoulder while letting out an equally dramatic sigh, “yeah, well, Mark’s so dense, all the divine intervention in the world isn’t going to help me.” 

You let out snort, “what’s up with you two anyway?”

“Y’know, I could’ve sworn he was into me and I had a chance with him, but every time we meet up we literally only work on the project and nothing else. Every time I sort of tried to do something I get shot down. Like I told him I was kind of chilly today in the library, and he looks all thoughtful for a moment but all he ends up saying is ‘yeah, all the buildings on campus are always cold, huh? Good thing I always bring a jacket with me. You should bring one too next time, I don’t want you getting cold.’ And then he just turns back to the project like nothing. Can you believe him?” Yeri complains and you swear her annoyance is palpable. “And every time I text him to hangout, he thinks it’s to work on the project. I honestly can’t tell if he’s really that stupid or if he’s just not into me.” 

You laugh at her unfortunate, but undeniable state of love affairs. 

“Really? That bad? I remember him being all blushy when he asked for your number,” you recall. “And you should’ve seen how he looked when he showed off he got your number. Well that’s what it looked like anyway, I could be wrong.”

“Well, at least I’ll get a good grade though. Mark is nothing if not diligent and hard-working, with him being a double major and all.” Yeri sounds resigned however, she sighs again, this time more frustrated and you hear the determination in her voice. “Alright, after finals, for sure we’re gonna hit the clubs. We need to let loose, have some fun.”

You agree with her to appease her short temper, but deep down you feel disappointed. You feel sorry for your friend, having genuinely wanted Mark and her to work out, but a small and selfish part of you felt sorry for having no bridge to Jaehyun at all if it didn’t work out between Yeri and Mark. Looks like you were stranded now and you’d have to find a way to Jaehyun one way or another, but your line of help ends here.

Shaking away such negative thoughts, you think to yourself how soju bombs and dance floors don’t so bad after such an intense exam period after all. It will definitely take your mind off of things for sure.

And even though you say this to yourself, you know your mind will still be plagued with Jung Jaehyun no matter how much you try.

3. What Is Love by EXO-K

careful contemplation. 

“I can’t explain what I feel.”

“Mark, tell me you did not.” The disbelief in Johnny’s voice made the situation all the more hilarious and even Jaehyun, who’s the calmer of the two, couldn’t suppress the guffaw from escaping his lips. 

The tips of Mark’s ears flush a light pink and he tries to deliver a convincing argument, but all that comes out is a meek stammer, further driving Johnny up the wall.

When Mark came up to his and Johnny’s room asking for advice, Jaehyun had an idea of where it was going to lead, considering Mark’s clueless disposition and inexperienced track record, but Jaehyun had no idea it was going to be this bad. 

Mark, having developed a crush on a fellow vocal performance major in his music theory class, came to Johnny, his frat big, to spill his guts and ask for advice constantly. Being Johnny’s roommate, meant Jaehyun was also privy to all the details of Mark’s love life and he had no problem giving advice to the amusing first year student, which Mark appreciated because going to Johnny meant a clowning session before he could get any useful nuggets of information. 

When Mark’s music theory professor randomly assigned the two for the end of semester project, Mark was one part excited and two parts nervous, resulting in a frazzled mess. He has been going up to the second room on the right of the second floor of the frat house almost every other day to ask for advice since then. 

Johnny was thrilled when he initially heard of the project, already envisioning his little’s love prospects, stating something along the lines of “my little’s gonna get laid!” 

However, now looking at Johnny rubbing his temples in exasperation, Jaehyun can tell that his roommate’s initial enthusiasm has dissipated. 

Mark’s daily roadblock today consisted of his crush giving him the cold shoulder and being much more snappy than before in the project meet up earlier. Mark recalls Yeri’s anger toward him and racks his brain for an answer. Even Johnny and Jaehyun are stumped at the sudden behavior, assuming that things were going smoothly from Mark’s previous reports filled with clumsy, but endearing and ultimately positive signs. It’s only when Mark offhandedly mentions her so-called ‘strange’ comment about the temperature, does it become clear why Yeri’s attitude suddenly shifted so drastically.

“I mean, I don’t know what I did wrong.” Mark’s second attempt to defend himself has Johnny flaring his nostrils in indignation and Jaehyun has to turn away in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

“Dude, she’s so into you. Or, at least she was, I don’t know about it anymore.” Johnny starts after calming down. “She left herself wide open for you to take a clear shot and you effectively said to her face, ‘thanks but no thanks’ and then walked away. No wonder she’s pissed, I’d be pissed too.” 

“Well, what was I supposed to do then?” Mark counters. 

“Mark,” Johnny begins, his tone dry and coarse, “you’re killing me.”

Jaehyun deems this the perfect time to step in, the laughter about done coursing through his system at this point. He clears his throat before offering his input, “It’s not too, too bad. Johnny’s just being dramatic. If she likes you enough, she’ll probably forgive you if you play your cards right from here on out.” 

Mark perks up, his attention solely on Jaehyun. 

Jaehyun hums absentmindedly to himself, gathering and organizing his thoughts to properly explain exactly where and how Mark went wrong and what to do moving forward. When Jaehyun opens his mouth to speak, Mark is glued on to every word and Jaehyun can see the gears in his brain whirring at high speeds. 

By the time Jaehyun is done, Johnny has calmed down and Mark nods his head fervently in understanding. 

“Ah, that makes so much sense now! I got it now.” 

Despite his assurances, both Johnny and Jaehyun know Mark will be back soon. 

“Alright little, listen up,” Johnny starts. “Here’s the game plan from here on out.” 

Johnny goes off on a sermon, determined to help his little ‘get some’ as Johnny so delicately puts it. Jaehyun can see it’s not the most tasteful of word choice for Mark to hear, but the youngest says nothing. 

Lounging lazily in the bean bag on his side of the room, Jaehyun knocks his head back and thinks of a few weeks back when he accompanied Mark and some other frat members to the rec center for some basketball. Jaehyun remembers Mark was bemoaning the fact he forgot to ask for some girl’s number and it was as if a higher entity heard the boy’s laments and felt especially gracious, because right as they were passing the cafe, Mark stopped in his tracks and suddenly ran off into the busy building. 

The group of frat boys watched him excitedly weave his way through the crowd of bodies and occupied tables to reach a table with two girls. When they saw the girl putting her number into Mark’s phone, Johnny elbowed Jaehyun, and like a proud parent Johnny exaggeratedly acknowledged his little. “They grow up so fast, don’t they, Jaehyun.” Johnny even wiped an imaginary tear from his eye to really send the message home.

It was only a few moments later and Mark came bounding out of the cafe, eager to show everyone how lucky it was that he happened to see her. “I mean what are the odds, right?” the said boy exclaimed so happily, his cheer so infectious, Jaehyun couldn’t help himself from letting out a laugh of his own. 

Jaehyun turned to give Mark an encouraging pat on the back and it’s when he notices a pair of eyes on him. He turns fully to come in the direct line of sight of a girl whose eyes, Jaehyun imagined to have been very warm, had they not been burning holes into him. Her intense gaze slightly unnerved him, but not to the point of pulling away. He found himself entranced and the only thing that broke the quick spell was Johnny’s voice, calling him to move it along. 

Jaehyun recalls easily breaking eye contact and giving little thought to the strange girl with fire for eyes, but as the days passed, Jaehyun couldn’t shake the thought of her from his mind. 

Even now in the comfort of his room and with Johnny and Mark not even a foot away, carefully planning Mark’s love endeavors, all Jaehyun’s mind can really focus on is the thought of you. 

Jaehyun is sure he’s only looked at you for less than a minute, but somehow he’s able to clearly trace out the image of you that day, like a perfect snapshot. 

“Yo Jaehyun,” Johnny calls. “You good? You’ve been spacing out, bro.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jaehyun answers offhandedly, before contemplating to himself. Was he good? Jaehyun wouldn’t necessarily say he’s bad in any way, but it isn’t normal for him to have the thought of a girl remain so clearly engraved in his mind for so long, and even less common for it to actually be a girl he doesn’t even know nonetheless. It’s not a pressing issue, but it does bother him. He weighs over the next steps in his mind. 

“Alright, just making sure.”

With one last thought, Jaehyun concludes to himself that it’s time to tackle his concern at hand head-on. 

“Actually,” he starts, “Mark, do you remember the girl next to Yeri the day you asked for her number?” 

Mark quirks his head in thought and Jaehyun can see Johnny raise his eyebrows in sudden interest. 

“Uh kinda,” Mark answers. “I think she’s a CWP major. I’m pretty sure we shared an arranging class last semester, but like, I don’t know her personally or anything; it was a large lecture. To be honest, I don’t even think she recognized me at all, judging from her reaction that day. Why, what’s up?”

Jaehyun nods, absorbing the information, giving Johnny ample time to fire away. 

“Yeah Jaehyun,” Jaehyun can visualize the glint in Johnny’s eyes just from hearing his mischievous tone. “What is up? I haven’t seen you ask about a girl in a hot minute. Thought you suddenly went abstinent without telling me or something.”

Jaehyun isn’t quite sure how to reply. Without a doubt you were cute to Jaehyun and he wouldn’t be opposed for things to happen between the two of you, but he doesn’t even know you! Well, not that it’s been a problem for Jaehyun in the past, but your lingering presence bothers him in ways he cannot communicate. Why is that the thought of you won’t leave him and why does it bother him so much?

Jaehyun decides to be straightforward, as straightforward as his muddled brain allows him to be. “She’s cute. I wanna get to know her.” 

“Okay, Jaehyun.” Johnny whoops obnoxiously. “I see you.” 

Mark is surprised and suddenly Johnny is all fired up again. Abruptly, Johnny shoots up and the determination that burns in his eyes is admirable. 

“I’ve got it!” He declares proudly. 

Jaehyun and Mark are quiet, waiting patiently for him to continue. They say nothing, knowing there is not a thing that can reach him when Johnny gets like this. 

“We’re throwing a party and you bet your ass your two girls are gonna be there.”

4. Heaven by Ailee

walking on Cloud 9. 

“When I hear your voice, it feels like I’m dreaming.”

You look up at the two-story house before you and wonder how you got here. Actually, you don’t wonder at all because you know exactly how you ended up at the steps of the local performing arts fraternity at your college, but you sigh regardless, as if someone had weaseled you into being here. Your nerves gnaw at you and you feel your stomach doing all types of aerobic tricks, the feeling reminiscent of the sensation before the roller coaster drops. 

Yeri grabs your hand and pulls you excitedly to the front door. You can feel the thrum of music emanating from the building.  

You recall how Yeri almost jumped you to tell the good news. 

Finals flew by without any major hitches, ignoring sleepless nights and caffeine crashes. You don’t know how you’ll do, but you’re satisfied with your exam performances. You were in the clear and were just waiting for Yeri to present her joint music theory project before the both of you could finally let loose as a celebration to end the school year. 

You waited for her outside of the classroom building as promised, playing with your phone to past time until you were suddenly engulfed by a delighted pair of arms. Yeri hugged you tight; she was in high spirits, seemingly from acing her presentation and you hugged her back in congratulations. She pulled at you closer and whispered in your ears, “just say yes.” 

You were confused, but looked up to see Mark headed toward the two you. Yeri released you, leaving one arm still slung casually over your shoulder.

“Hey guys. My frat’s throwing a party tonight to celebrate finishing exams. I was wondering if, uh, you guys wanted to come? I mean you don’t have to, it’s totally optional.” 

You didn’t say anything at first and Yeri interjected, “Of course!” She smiled at you innocently despite harshly pinching you to respond, her action hidden from Mark’s sight. “We’d love to, right?”

“Uh,” you answered distractedly. “Y-yeah, sure.” 

“Great.” Mark beamed. “Party starts at eight. I gotta go help set up, so I’ll see ya there!” 

And with that, he left as soon as he arrived and you looked at Yeri questioningly for answers. “I thought we were hitting downtown tonight. What happened to club hopping?” 

Yeri smiled devilishly, “change of plans. I’ll tell you more about it later. The most important thing is finding the perfect outfit for you tonight, cause Jaehyun’s gonna be there.” 

And so, here you find yourself dressed in high-waisted shorts and a cute top that took an embarrassingly long time to decide on. You are greeted by the fraternity president at the door of the house, Taeyong you think his name is, and he gives you two a quick verbal tour of the place, really emphasizing where to get drinks. Yeri thanks him for the both of you and you enter the crowded house. You think at least half of the performing art majors must’ve been here judging by the sheer volume of packed bodies. 

You remember Yeri explaining how she and Mark may have been making a breakthrough and this party was imperative for its success. You were completely okay attending for that reason alone, because after all, what kind of person sends her best friend to a frat party alone? However, your resolve to go was set in stone after she explained that the frat that was throwing the party just happened to be the same frat Jaehyun was a member of. 

“And y’know, seeing as how you’ve been obsessing over him the past few weeks, it’s the perfect opportunity.” 

You frown remembering her words and make your way to the kitchen with Yeri in tow. Various beverages, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, crowd the table and you recognize the guy standing nearby idly chatting with others. It’s Jaemin, an acting major in your history lecture with whom you frequently exchange notes with when either one of you decides to flake for the day. You vaguely recall him mentioning his fraternity association, but didn’t realize it happened to be this one. He sees the two of you approaching the drink table and he smiles widely.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” Jaemin greets casually. “Didn’t expect to see you here. How’d you think you did in the history final?” 

You groan. “I don’t even want to talk about it. What’s important is that we’re finished and I won’t ever have to think about the WWII timeline for, hopefully, forever.”

“Amen,” Jaemin laughs. “I’ll drink to that.” He raises up his red solo cup to cheers, before realizing both you and Yeri had nothing to drink. 

“Oh shit, I’m a pretty bad host, huh? First thing I should've done was get you two something to drink.” He chides himself, but his tone is playful. “What can I get for you, ladies?”

Before you can think about what you want, Yeri cuts you off, her tone matching Jaemin’s. “How about some shots to start off and we’ll forgive the lack of hospitality.”

Jaemin laughs again. “Alright, I like it.” His hands are adept at weaving around the table and finding the paper shot cups and the vodka. “Svedka’s okay, right?” 

“We’re not picky.” You and Yeri agree. You take the shot in one gulp and the unpleasant burning in your throat makes you wince. 

“Can I get you two anything else?” 

“Yeah,” you say. “I think another shot and then a mixed drink. Anything’s fine, but preferably on the stronger side.” You look over at Yeri and she nods in agreement.

“Coming right up.” Jaemin agrees easily. 

He pours the two of you another shot and you think he must be a generous guy because the shot is overflowing. You and Yeri cheer once more while Jaemin gets to work mixing a cherry bourbon with some Coke. He tops off the drinks with some ice before handing it over to the both of you. “Here they are. Enjoy, ladies.”

You thank him and take a sip before excusing yourself to make your way around the party. The drink is sweet and the smoky aftertaste of the bourbon gives it a pleasant edge. You and Yeri are attached to the hip as you drift from one part to another around the party, making easy going small talk along the way. You are sufficiently buzzed by this point and feel much lighter as though the party was somehow two degrees removed from your senses. You look over to check on Yeri and she’s noticeably drunker than you are, giggling about the simplest of things and slurring her words just the slightest bit. You make a mental note to ease the drinking, wanting to be sober enough to look after her in case anything were to arise. 

The two of you are at the base of the stairs when you hear Mark’s voice calling Yeri’s name. You turn your attention upward to see him ambling down the stairs with excited fervor. His cheeks are flushed, more so than usual around Yeri, and you can tell it’s due to alcohol because Mark is holding her hands and you know he can never be so bold without the help of liquid courage. 

“Yo Mark, slow down there.” A voice calls out and you look up again and you feel your breath caught in your throat. 

There in front of your eyes is Jung Jaehyun in the flesh. He looks heavenly dressed in simple jeans and a white tee. You unconsciously swallow the lump in your throat and your heart beat gallops a mile a minute in your chest. Your mouth goes dry and you mindlessly gulp down swigs of your drink. You know Yeri would’ve sniggered at your current state had she not been so tipsy and completely preoccupied with Mark. 

Jaehyun catches up to Mark and when he reaches the base of the stairs, he notices the two of you.

“Oh Jaehyun, lemme introduce you guys.” 

As promised, Mark introduces everyone quickly and Jaehyun shoots a smile that seems to be aimed at you. “Nice to meet everyone.” 

“Cool, now that everyone knows each other,” Mark starts. “Yeri, can I show you something?” 

“Uh, y-yeah.” 

You give Yeri a hard look and she takes your hand to squeeze it in reassurance. She looks at you pleadingly and there’s a confidence in her eyes that you can’t argue with. You relent and let her go. 

Mark takes her by the hand and leads her up the stairs while you watch, slightly worried. 

Jaehyun seems to have sensed your apprehension because the words that leave his mouth snaps you out of your perturbed state. “Don’t worry. Mark’s a good kid, you have nothing to worry about. You have my word on it.” 

And suddenly the situation dawns on you. The boy of your recent all-consuming infatuation stands here before you, and it’s just the two of you alone. Any social skills you have, leave you and you’re unsure of what to do. 

Jaehyun notices the awkward tension in the air and works quickly to dispel it. “Your drink’s looking low. Can I get you something else?” 

You look down to your drink to see that he was right. Only a few sips remain. You didn’t realize you had drank so much at the sight of Jaehyun. 

“Um, some water would be good. I don’t want to be too hungover tomorrow.” You answer shyly. You also need to be sober enough to look after Yeri, but you decide to leave that out.

Jaehyun chuckles, “sure thing. Here, come with me. I’ll get you some water.”

Jaehyun leads you to the kitchen with ease, seamlessly weaving through the crowds of people. Every group of people he passes greets him loudly to be heard of the pounding bass of the music. You are not surprised to see how popular he is. 

Once in the kitchen, he grabs you a bottle of water and a beer for himself from the fridge and you thank him. The cold water is refreshing, but it does little to cool your nerves. The awkward tension is high and still ever present. You feel as though you’re drowning in it and you also feel like running away from here despite this being what you’ve wanted for more than anything for weeks on end. 

“So,” Jaehyun starts, clearing his throat. “Mark told me you’re a CWP major?” 

“Uh, y-yeah, actually.” You hate how you’re so flustered around him. “How’d he know? Did Yeri tell him or something?” 

“He said you guys shared an arranging class last semester.” Jaehyun recalls.

“Wait, really? I had no idea.” You start going off on how you could’ve missed such a thing and Jaehyun smiles. You’re much more comfortable when a rhythm has been established and the words flow out of you easily. You’re not as relaxed as where Jaehyun wants you to be, but he thinks it’s a good start. 

You continue with small talk from there, much less uptight than before and you feel glad. Jaehyun is as radiant in person as he is in your imagination. You find him to be very kind and your heart flutters even more. Jaehyun mentions he’s a musical theatre major and you do your best to act surprised despite it being one of the only things you know about him prior to this moment.

Before he gets a chance to tell you more about himself, a tall boy with long limbs calls out to Jaehyun that it’s his turn to join the next game of beer pong. Jaehyun looks reluctant to leave and you don’t want him to leave either, but you’d hate to hold him back from prior engagements. 

“Would you,” Jaehyun licks his lips in consideration, “like to play with me? I don’t have a partner.” 

You nod your head and readily agree, eager to spend more time with him.

You’ve only played beer pong a handful of times and being around Jaehyun makes you nervous, so you miss the first few shots. You feel embarrassed, but Jaehyun is patient and assures you that it’s no problem at all. His little words of encouragement mixed with the beer you drink helps melt your tension, and halfway through the game, you’re whooping and hollering with everyone watching the game. 

You high-five Jaehyun without a second thought after nailing a perfect shot and Jaehyun smiles even wider. The two of you are leading when Taeyong comes in to kick everyone out. 

“Sorry guys, party’s over.” 

Groans of complaints could be heard throughout the crowd, but Taeyong’s words are firm and he ushers everyone to leave. He has a few other frat members behind him helping out. He reaches the beer pong table and pulls Jaehyun aside. After a few exchanged words, Jaehyun nods in agreement and ends the game completely, apologizing to his opponents. 

You’re confused, so you carefully ask Jaehyun what’s going on. He sees you and his gaze softens, he quietly explains, “apparently, the campus police have received multiple noise complaints and since the fraternity already has a strike, Taeyong doesn’t really want to risk another. “

“Ah, I see.” You nod. You’re saddened by the turn of events, having finally eased into a relative comfort around Jaehyun and you yearn for more. “Well, I better go look for Yeri then.” 

This is a goodbye and you’re unsure of what else to say to him, your disappointment mixes with alcohol making you feel even more miserable. You want to ask for more, but can’t find the words to reach him. Luckily, Jaehyun does it for you. 

“Are you free sometime this week?” He asks. “I feel like we didn’t get a chance to really talk and I’d like to.” 

Your heart hammers and the blood rushes in your ears, but you still find yourself uttering a mousy agreement.

“Great,” his smile is dazzling and you feel dizzy. “It’s a date then.”

5. 24 Hours by Sunmi

rushed minutes. 

“Time goes by so quickly.”

“Hey,” a distant voice calls out and Jaehyun looks up from his phone to see your approaching figure. Your cheeks are rosy from the summer sun and stray pieces of your hair escape from your loosely styled updo. Jaehyun takes all of you in with careful appreciation.

“Hey yourself.” Jaehyun chuckles, slipping his phone casually in his pocket and standing up straighter to greet you properly.

Jaehyun sees the red of your face flush brighter, the soft color bleeding across your cheeks and onto your nose. Cute, he thinks. He watches as you tighten your grip on your clutch, knuckles white with nervous tension, in an attempt to gather your composure and calm your nerves. You clear your throat, “I didn’t know you’d be here so soon. You should’ve texted me.” 

“It’s all good, I finished early.” Jaehyun notices you no longer stutter around him like the first night you two met. He’s glad the days and nights of sober texting after exchanging numbers at the party did wonders to make you feel comfortable around him. He’s not too worried about your current ‘first-date’ anxiety, knowing it’ll be dispelled soon enough. “Shall we?” He moves to open the door and the cool rush of air from the cafe greets the two of you. 

The cafe is quaint and cozy, tucked away in a small corner of intersecting back streets and crowded buildings. Jaehyun discovered the little spot not too long ago and something, Jaehyun assumes his instincts, compelled him to take you to it for the first official date. It just felt right.

The two of you walk to the order counter and you take it all in. You can hear the quiet chatter of the cafe occupants mixed with the rattle of espresso machines being put to work. Your eyes scan over the decorations and several potted succulents hanging from the ceiling. It’s incredibly homey and you feel at ease. 

“Hiya, I can help the two of you whenever you guys are ready.” The barista is cheerful to a fault and Jaehyun watches you shoot her a grateful smile before your eyes move to the menu to decide on what to get. 

Jaehyun knows what he wants, so he waits patiently for you to decide, but seeing your eyebrows scrunch together in indecision, Jaehyun chuckles to himself. “I hear the iced lattes here are really good, particularly the caramel latte,” he offers. 

You perk up in surprise, but you recover quickly, “okay, that sounds good then. I was between that and the iced cocoa.”

“No problem, I’ll order then. Today’s on me.” Jaehyun says. 

Jaehyun walks up to the barista and quickly places the order. He reaches for his wallet after the barista recites the order, but he falters slightly when he sees your gaze glued to the cake display, particularly the crepe cake. 

“Can I get a slice of the chocolate crepe cake over there too?” 

“Of course! Here’s your new total,” she turns the touch screen display over to Jaehyun and he readily inserts his card to pay. When finished, Jaehyun turns back the screen and after a few taps from the barista, a receipt is printed and she hands him a buzzer. 

“Your order will be out shortly.” She informs him.

Jaehyun smiles and says a small ‘thank you’ in return before turning his attention to you. You look up to meet his eyes and you smile, “can we sit over there by the window?” 

You head to the little corner table first with Jaehyun steadily in tow. You sit at the chair that leaves your back to the window and Jaehyun is mesmerized by how the afternoon sunlight refracts through your silhouette. You’re glowing and Jaehyun swallows thickly. 

“So,” he starts. “What have you been up to?”

“Celebrating finishing my first year of college in one piece.” You laugh lightly. “I got by with passable grades, but other than that Yeri and I just finished moving into our new dorms. We’re no longer freshmen, so first year dorms are off limits. I’m gonna miss the convenient location.” You jokingly mope. 

Jaehyun laughs easily with you and before he gets a chance to reply, the buzzer goes off so he excuses himself to go pick up the order. 

A different barista places down a tray with your two drinks and a small slice of cheesecake with two dessert forks resting on some napkins. “Enjoy your order!” 

Jaehyun smiles in thanks and picks up the tray to bring it back to the table. He can’t wait to see the look on your face when you see the mille crepe cake and true to his expectations, your eyes light up at the sight of dessert. 

“Surprise.” He says. “I saw you looking at it earlier.” 

Jaehyun watches as you immediately grab a small fork and try a piece of the cake with unrestricted child-like excitement. Your eyes light up at the taste of the delicate layers of fresh whipped cream and thin crepes and the smile you shoot in his direction has Jaehyun’s heart beating a little faster than he’s willing to admit. 

“Thank you!” You look up at him. “It’s so good, you should definitely try a bite too.” 

“Yeah? I’ll try some then.” Jaehyun sits down and leans even closer to you over the table, his mouth open and expectant and his eyes staring straight into yours. 

You try your best to bite back the scarlet fighting to stain your cheeks as you cinch off a small section of the cake with your fork. Your hand falters just the slightest bit when delivering the small confection to his awaiting mouth, but you push through and feed him despite the embarrassment you feel. 

Jaehyun chews slowly and deliberately, taking his time to lick the stray whipped cream from the corner of his mouth. You lose the game of chicken, breaking eye contact first. 

“Yeah,” he agrees. “It’s good. We should definitely come back.” 

You let out a little awkward cough, desperate to ward off your cloud of emotions. “Uhm, yeah sure.”

Jaehyun has always thought you were cute, but he thinks you’re especially cute today. 

“Anyway,” you start. You want to change the topic because you don’t think you can survive this tension without your brain frying. “I feel like I’ve just seen you around recently. I should’ve run into you a long time ago since the performing arts college is so small.” 

“Oh,” Jaehyun is a little taken aback. “I used to be over at the East Campus. I was a business and administration major for two years before I switched over to musical theatre.”

“Wait really?” Your surprise erases any tension you felt earlier. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “It doesn’t really come up in conversation.” 

“Why’d you switch over? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

Jaehyun contemplates his reply for a second as takes a sip of his coffee. “Well, when I entered college, I didn’t really know what I wanted, so I just followed whatever my parents wanted me to do. I actually knew I liked musical theatre for the longest time, but it took time for me to build up the courage to switch. My parents weren’t happy with it at first and we fought for the longest time, but I think they’ve warmed up to it enough by now. I’ve never really talked about this though, I just tell people I transferred from a different college and the conversation just ends there I guess, but it’s really no big deal.”

“Thank you for telling me this, Jaehyun.” Your voice is sincere and Jaehyun believes you.

“What about you, hm?” Jaehyun returns. “Why CWP?” 

“I don’t really have one point that changed my life and helped me find my calling or whatever,” you ponder with a tilt of the head and the taste of cream dissolving in your mouth. “But ever since I was little, I always knew I was gonna end up doing something in music. I was never good at singing though, so vocal performance was out the door and I wasn’t that interested in classical instruments either, so that helped me narrow stuff down. Actually, what really helped me decide was during orientation, my group leader was a contemporary writing and production major and she told me all about it and I’ve been sold ever since. I really like it though, and have no intention of switching.”

“That’s good. Sometimes I wish I switched earlier.” Jaehyun muses. “I feel so behind sometimes. Most people in my class have already been in at least one musical and an internship, except for me. I think about it a lot, but I try not to let it get me so down.” 

“You shouldn’t feel that way!” You try your best to cheer him up, and Jaehyun appreciates it a lot more than he thought he would. “Everyone has their own pace, that’s what college is all about! Nothing is ever wasted time. You can think of your time as a business admin major as a way to help you make up your mind on your true passion. You told me you’ve always liked musical theatre, but I’ve bet without the time in business, you would’ve never known you liked it enough to pursue a career out of it.”

Jaehyun laughs at your earnesty. He thinks you’re a touch naive, but your words make him feel light. “You’re right. I can say for sure I wasn’t happy as a business major.”

“See? Nothing is ever wasted time if you can discover your true happiness out of it.” 

The two of you exchange easy chatter after that and between small bites of cake and sips of coffee, Jaehyun thinks you’ve become prettier and prettier.

“What was it like?” You ask absentmindedly.

“Hm? What was ‘what’ like?”

“Being a business and administration major.”

Jaehyun has to think about it. He recalls constantly dressing up for group presentations and boring lectures, but his mind wanders to his activities outside the classroom. He remembers the constant partying and the blur of faces that helped him keep his bed warm. He remembers brief flings and relationships cut short. He doesn’t want to think about those things when he’s next to you. “Uhm. It was okay, nothing special, but that reminds me–”

“Yeah?”

“Are you free next weekend?”

“I should be. Why, what’s up?”

“Great,” Jaehyun smiles while taking the last sip of his coffee. “I’m having a housewarming party at my new apartment. You should definitely be there.” 

--

The day of the long awaited housewarming party rolls up sooner than expected between settling into your new dorm with Yeri and the occasional small ‘get-togethers’ with Jaehyun. They’re actually dates if you're being honest, but you don’t want to put a title on anything in case he wasn’t on the same page as you. Being with Jaehyun made you giddy in more ways than one, but that means the anxiety that pools at the base of your stomach grows larger each day when the relationship between the two of you goes unnamed. You feel greedy when you desperately grasp at the shred of time you share with him, always unwillingly to let go.

“Are you ready?” Yeri’s voice breaks you out of your small reverie. Her hand is poised, ready to knock on the black door of Jaehyun’s apartment, waiting for you to gather your composure. Yeri is dressed to the nines in a cute skirt with a top to match. She wants to look good for her new boyfriend and you teased her endlessly for it when the two of you were getting ready.

“Mark’s one lucky guy.”

“Shut up. Worry about yourself.”

“All I do is love you, yet you’re so mean to me.”

Regardless of her harsh words toward you, she helped you toss your closet inside and out for the perfect outfit to woo Jaehyun, even if it meant showing up late to the party. 

The two of you leave your dorm twenty minutes later than you intended and it also didn’t help that Jaehyun’s apartment was difficult to find, tucked away in a small building between towering skyscrapers, but now is finally the moment of truth. 

“Yeah, I’m ready as I’ll ever be,” you mutter as you watch Yeri knock on the door. 

It takes a minute before the door creaks open and Jaehyun’s head pops out. His smile is radiant and you’re absolutely ensnared by the way his fringe falls over his forehead. 

“Hey, glad you two could make it.” Jaehyun opens the door wider to allow you and Yeri to enter. He greets Yeri with polite warmth while he wraps an arm over your shoulders. When Yeri heads in the apartment first with her back against the two of you, Jaehyun steals a quick peck to your temple and whispers, “you look pretty tonight.”

His touch is fleeting and he pulls back quickly, as if you imagined the whole thing, but his cheeky smile tells you that it really did happen. Your heart hammers and you force yourself to focus on the steady thrum of mellow R&B that reverberates throughout his apartment to calm yourself. You take his apartment in steady strides with your full attention. It’s sleek and modern with a few pops of his personality here and there in the form of trinkets decoration choices. 

“Hey!” Johnny calls over from the couch. He has a beer in hand, but he’s far from tipsy. Flanked on one side is Doyoung with another beer to match and on the other is Sicheng. Seulgi, the girl, who you assume is Sicheng’s significant other, by the way his arm is casually wrapped around her waist, is also there and she nods at you in greeting. You've come to know about all of them after hanging out with Jaehyun so much. “Did you guys get lost or something?” 

“Yeah,” Yeri replies as she moves to sit next to Mark who’s on the adjacent loveseat and resting a drink on the coffee table.  “Something like that.”  

She places a sweet kiss to the corner of Mark’s mouth in greeting and you swear you can hear him crooning at the attention. 

“Doesn’t matter, Johnny. The important thing is that they’re here now.” Jaehyun interjects. “Do you guys want anything to drink?”

“That’d be nice.” You hum.

Yeri laughs in agreement, “yeah, the two of us could never say no to a drink.”

“Alright, I’m on it.” Jaehyun calls while moving to the kitchen. “Any preferences?”

“No,” you say. “Surprise us.”

Jaehyun works to mix drinks and you take a seat on the floor next to the coffee table to observe the party. Perched on the shelf of a slender bookcase in the corner of his living room is a bluetooth speaker playing music, the rhythm quiet and bass steady as everyone chatters away once introductions are made on the sofas. You remember him offhandedly mentioning that he doesn’t want any noise complaints on his first week in the new place and it makes sense. Jaehyun’s housewarming party is a quiet affair that is far different from the wild party at the frat house in which you met him, but you think this vibe fits Jaehyun more.

Jaehyun returns shortly with two drinks in tow for you and Yeri and sits himself snugly next to you on the floor. He picks his idle beer from the coffee table and once Johnny realizes that everyone in the proximity has a drink in hand, he raises his voice and beer in a toast. “It sucks that Taeyong couldn’t make it tonight, but here’s to having fun without him. We’re gonna get twice as fucked up to make up for his absence, cheers!”

Everyone lets out a chuckle, but obliges to humor him anyway and joins to connect their drink to his in cheers. 

You pull your cup back and take a big gulp of the drink. It’s sweet and carbonated, but the sting of alcohol at your throat leaves you wincing just the slightest bit.

A few pleasantries are exchanged here and there, but it’s only then does Doyoung pull out a deck of cards with a devilish glint in his eyes that deceive his looks. 

“Ring of fire, anyone?”

--

After who knows how many rounds of ring of fire (and maybe a few other drinking games here and there) with too many drink refills for you to remember, you somehow find yourself splayed on the couch and leaning over Yeri’s shoulder in support. Seulgi is on the other side of you leaning on you for support, the same way you’re doing to Yeri, but you don’t mind it one bit. The three of you have grown surprisingly close with one another throughout the night.

Your mind is lucid enough to still be conscious and completely aware of where you are and what you’re doing, but the alcohol in your system eats away at the details in your memory. 

You vaguely recall ridiculous punishments that involved Johnny twerking on the dining room table and Mark taking a shot of Jack Daniels mixed with ketchup, and you can’t help but snicker to yourself. 

“I think we should get going now.” Sicheng is the first to speak as he moves to help Seulgi up. “It’s getting late.”

Doyoung looks a little groggy, but when he checks the time, he perks up immediately, “oh shit, you’re right. I need to get going too, I’ve got something in the morning.”

With that everyone shuffles to clean the remnants of the party with as much grace as they can muster while intoxicated, which wasn’t much, but in twenty minutes, Jaehyun is already walking half the party to the door in goodbye. Only you, Mark, and Yeri are left. 

“Hey Yeri,” Mark calls softly to Yeri as he brushes a strand of hair from her face. “Are you ready to go too?”

Yeri is still sprawled on the couch with you, but mumbles a small response. “Yeah, I should be. Give me a second.”

She turns over to you and nudges you just the slightest bit. “I’m gonna go back to Mark’s tonight, are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” you assure her. “I’ll be fine, just go have fun.”

“She’s free to rest here until she’s ready to leave, don’t worry. I’ll call a cab for her when the time comes.” Jaehyun pipes up. 

Yeri gives you a look, but you squeeze her hand one last time to give her some peace of mind. “I’m a big girl, Yeri. I’ll be okay, promise. I’ll walk you to the door, Mark’s waiting.”

You give Yeri a tight hug in goodbye and you find your way back to the couch. The fact that you’re all alone in Jaehyun’s apartment doesn’t hit because of the remnants of alcohol in your system melts away your nerves. 

You’re pleasantly buzzed, lost in your own thoughts when Jaehyun comes up to you with a glass of water in hand. “Here, so you don’t feel as bad tomorrow morning.”

You accept it gratefully and take in big gulps, the water refreshing, but your skin feels hot. 

Jaehyun takes a seat next to you and the proximity makes your head spin. You turn to look at him, and he flashes you a smile.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“You might’ve mentioned something.” You tease. “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“Well,” he hums. You’re not sure, but you think the distance between the two of you is decreasing. “You really do look stunning tonight.”

You flush at his words, but you look straight into his eyes. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Yeah? I try to impress.” Jaehyun’s eyes are hooded and your throat goes dry. “Can I kiss you?”

You say nothing at first, his words not registering into your muddled brain, but when you feel his breath ghost over your lips, you don’t hesitate to close the gap between you. 

His lips are slightly chapped and you can taste the vodka on his breath, but to you it’s perfect. Jaehyun’s perfect.

Jaehyun kisses you with reserved passion and practiced expertise. His tongue sets the rhythm against yours and his roaming hands have you feeling as if you’ve been set ablaze. He pulls back just the tiniest bit and the intense longing for his touch that hits you is indescribable. 

You pull him back in your arms and your lips reconnect in a desperate fervor. Jaehyun adjusts his arms around you and the next you know, you’re in his embrace and he’s carrying you to his bedroom. He places you down gently, his bed is plush and comforter soft. 

Jaehyun’s touch is gentle as he gathers your face in his hands. He kisses you again and you wrap your arm around his neck to pull him closer. He pulls back and looks at you earnestly. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We don’t have to do anything tonight.”

Everything’s moving so fast and you’re dizzy, but you don’t want whatever this is to stop. You want to be as close to Jaehyun as possible.

“No,” your voice is hoarse. “Don’t stop. I want you, Jaehyun.”

He kisses you again, this time unrestrained. His tongue is hot, but you can only savor it for a minute before he starts trailing kisses down your neck and tugging at your shirt. You let out a breathy moan in response to how his touches make you feel. 

Jaehyun reaches at your shorts and makes quick work at unbuttoning them. You help him remove the article of clothing and his slender fingers dart inside your panties. You’re slick to the touch and Jaehyun must be made of magic because you think you’re seeing stars. You unravel before him embarrassingly quick, but he kisses you at the base of your clavicle in sweet reassurance. 

Your chest is heaving, but you want more. You grab at Jaehyun’s shirt, urging him to take it off. The expanse of his abdomen is a sight to behold, but Jaehyun is cruel and doesn’t give you the time to take it in. He’s on top of you again, lips crashing onto yours once more. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra and while he’s pre-occupied, you unbuckle his belt and steal a moment in his boxers. He feels thick and hot in your hands as you run your finger over the tip to feel a drop of pre-cum. He buckles just the slightest bit and it emboldens you. 

Jaehyun helps himself out of his jeans and you push him onto the bed wanting to be on top this time. He’s straining against his boxers and you want to help relieve the tension. When you pull off his boxers you can feel his inaudible groan. You stroke his length gingerly and look up to see him with hooded eyes look right back at you. 

This excites you so you take him in your mouth in a moment of unfiltered courage. Your tongue starts at the base before tracing your way up to his sensitive head. You tease him accordingly to his quiet grunts and groans and when you feel like he’s had enough, you take all of him in until his tip is hitting the back of your throat. You gag a bit, but push through.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun stutters out between stacatoed breaths. “Babe, you’re so good.”

You hum in pleasure at his praise and he grabs your hair. This goes on for a few more minutes before he reaches down to stop you. “Not that I don’t love this,” the look in your eyes nearly has him faltering his words, “but I don’t want to cum just yet.”

You relent with a slick pop and Jaehyun shifts over to rummage for a condom in his nightstand. You settle back down in his pillows. Jaehyun gives you a soft kiss on the lips before he enters you. 

“Tell me when it’s okay to move,” he whispers and you place a small kiss at the base of his neck. 

He starts off slow to let you acclimate to his size, but neither of you are very patient, so he ends up pounding into you a lot sooner than he anticipated and you find yourself getting caught up in the pleasure.

It feels like you’re dreaming, but if this was a dream, you never want to wake up.

6. Hush by Miss A

shh, no talking, just us.

“I can’t think straight.”

You and Jaehyun don’t become official until a few weeks later. 

He asks you one day when you’re naked and out of breath. You’ve gone one too many rounds with him and a thin layer of sweat coats your body as you lay on his heaving chest. You absentmindedly draw shapes on his skin and he gives you a chaste kiss to your temple.

“We should date.” He hums. “I think I’d make a good boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” You raise your eyebrow in teasing.

“Yeah,” he ascertains. “Give me a chance and I’ll show you.”  

“Hmm,” you pretend to think it over as if this wasn’t you’ve been hoping for since the first moment you laid eyes on him. “Okay. Let’s give it a try, boyfriend.”

Jaehyun laughs and you feel the world fall into its right place. “Alright, girlfriend.”

And the rest is history as they say. 

Jaehyun isn’t your first, but you experience many firsts with him. You’re not exactly inexperienced, but he really opens your eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans into your neck. His hands grip at your hips to help guide you along, but you’re fully in charge. “You’re doing so good, babe. Just like that.” 

You didn’t see yourself as someone who liked to take charge during sex, but after that one time Jaehyun asked you to top, you’ve never looked back since. 

You roll hips into him and at a pace you know drives Jaehyun wild and you pull him into a sloppy kiss. It’s all tongue and no grace, but you love it the same regardless. You capture his bottom lips between your teeth playfully before pushing him flat on his back until he’s firm against his plush mattress. You place a hand on his chest and the other on his thigh to balance yourself and Jaehyun immediately knows you’re close. 

A hand rests on your hip to steady you while the other snakes over to play with your clit to further stimulate you toward your climax. Jaehyun knows what you like and his timing is impeccable, so before you know it, both of you are reaching your highs together. You collapse on his chest and you allow yourself to stay in his warmth long enough to have your breaths synchronize before you extricate yourself from him to head to his bathroom. 

When you come back out, he’s disposed of the used condom and opens your arm wide for a hug, which you gladly indulge in.

Time stops when you’re in his arms.

--

On the surface, it looks like Jaehyun likes to mix it up. He seems like  an elusive guy with varied tastes, but the more time you spend with him, you realize he likes the control of seeing you unravel before him.

He likes the intimacy of missionary. 

The close proximity to your body has him looking into your eyes and leaving you feeling the most vulnerable of ways. He has full access to your neck, which he lovingly claims as his own and you chide him the next day when you see scattered purple blooms. Jaehyun changes his pace on a whim and you fall to his mercy. When he takes you fast and hard, you see stars, but when thrusts in you with languid leisure, he has you begging for more. 

He likes the intensity of taking from behind. 

When you’re on your knees with your ass in the air, he takes it as a guarantee to fuck you senseless. Your muffled moans makes his dick twitch and you swear you can feel him fuck into you even faster. Jaehyun always makes sure to wrap his arms around you to finger your clit until you go into sensory overload and he doesn’t stop pounding into you until there are tears in your eyes. He kisses each one away before taking your lips in his and you can taste the salt water on his tongue.

He likes the dominance from eating you out.

He laps at your core like a starved man and makes good use of his adept fingers until your head is spinning. Jaehyun makes it a habit to eat you out until you’re satisfied before he gets his turn. When your thighs are on either side of his head and your hands tangled in his hair, he swears he can stay there forever.

Above all, Jaehyun just likes you. He likes being with you and he definitely likes fucking you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

--

“Mmmh,” you breathe out.

Your back is flush against Jaehyun’s back as you rock your hips back and forth on his dick. You grind your ass back even harder when he pinches your nipple between his fingers. 

He kisses your shoulder blade from behind and bucks his hip upward to meet you in the middle. 

The afternoon sunlight is streaming in from the gaps of his blinds and you want to take it nice and slow today. The television in front of you is playing a movie, but you’re too enraptured by the feeling of him filling you to the brim to pay it any mind. 

“I love it when you’re on top, babe.” he hums as he plays with your clit. 

You let out another breathy groan before you can find the composure to bite back at him. “What happened to no sex today, hmm? I thought we were just going to have innocent quality time together and watch a movie.”

Jaehyun must’ve not liked your sass, so he bucks up harder. He’s telling you to pick up the pace and you oblige. Before you know, you’re practically bouncing on his dick and you can feel your impending high about to crash down on you. He can sense it too and maintains his tempo. When you cum, Jaehyun rides on the tail of your climax in pursuit of his own. He cums shortly after with stuttering hips and a bite on your shoulder. He gathers you in his arms and runs his tongue soothingly over where he bit you and the various love bites that he’s littered on the expanse of your skin. 

“Just being with you is quality time in itself.” He says. “Besides, class is starting soon, so I won’t get to see you as much.”

7. Disturbance by BoA

a ripple on the surface.

“I didn’t know at first.”

“So I do have a roommate after all,” Yeri’s voice calls out and you turn over to see her standing by the doorway. You roll your eyes at her, but quickly turn back to gather your things. 

She lets out a chuckle, but you don’t miss the sour edge to her tone. “I thought I got a single dorm since it’s so empty all the time.”

“You say that, Yeri,” you retort. “But I know you’re over at Mark’s constantly so I don’t wanna hear it from you.”

“Yeah, but I make time to come back here and I always let you know when I’m going out. I feel like I’ve only seen you maybe once or twice the past few months. I feel like the only reason I see you these days is ‘cause of classes.”

“You’re just exaggerating, don’t be so dramatic. Come on, let’s go. I don’t want to be late.”

She looks displeased, but nothing leaves her lips as the two of you head out for the day.

--

It’s late. 

When night falls, shadows come out to play and your college campus is riddled with them. The school auditorium is situated in the far corner of the campus and the lamp lights of the main walkways do little, but you pay it little mind. Jaehyun should be getting out soon.

It takes another ten minutes to see him emerge from the double doors and you perk up immediately at the sight of him. He looks a little shocked to see you, but greets you with a warm hug and small peck regardless. 

“Hey,” his voice is small, almost reserved. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you I was finishing late tonight.”

“Oh, you did, but I still wanted to see you.” You explain, eyes bright and tone undeterred.

“Not that I don’t appreciate it,” he licks his lip. “But it’s really late and I still have more stuff I need to work on. I’ll see you some other time, okay?”

“Oh, okay.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, babe. Next time.”

--

“Oh hey,” you smile, but Yeri’s fury is palpable and cuts through you.

“Don’t ‘oh hey’ me.” She spits out. “Where have you been? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

Sheepish, you reply, “oh sorry. I forgot to fully charge it before leaving and Jaehyun and I have different phones, so I couldn’t charge it at his place.”

“You were at Jaehyun’s?” Yeri is glaring at you at this point and you feel a bit peeved. 

“Yeah. What of it?” 

Yeri’s been getting angry at you recently, losing her temper at the drop of a hat, and you can’t seem to pinpoint why. You’re getting tired of being her punching bag. 

“We made plans to go shop for Seulgi’s gift today. You promised you’d be there, don’t you remember?”

“Oh shit.” It completely slips from your mind and you open your mouth to apologize, but Yeri cuts you off before you get the chance.

“Forget it. I don’t want to hear it. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Yeri turns to leave before you can say anything back.

8. Symptoms by SHINee

something’s wrong.

“The worse it gets, the more exhausted I get.”

Jaehyun feels off.

He can’t pinpoint exactly what he is that he’s feeling, but he thinks it’s reminiscent of his world being tilted by six degrees. It’s not immediately jarring and takes little time for his eyes to register, but he’ll occasionally bump his toe, signalling that this isn’t right. Things aren’t where they’re supposed to be. His head spins just the slightest bit and he feels woozy, but he doesn’t know why.

Jaehyun just feels off.

--

Jaehyun checks the bulletin board of his school auditorium almost religiously. 

Each time before and after class, he’ll swing by and peruse the flyers that hang from haphazardly stuck on pins. He ignores the tutoring offers and the part time jobs scams, his main focus is almost always on the center of the board where they post the upcoming musical theatre production and eventually, the cast list. 

This semester, the chosen production is La La Land and Jaehyun has been dead set on landing the role of Sebastian Wilder. He stays back extra late each day to practice the script and to work on his singing and annunciation. 

On the day of the audition, he’s sure he’s nailed it and thinks to himself the world must be ending if he weren’t to get the leading role. 

When he leaves the auditorium in a rush, excitement flows through his veins and he drinks in the night air as a toast of victory. He’s tipsy on his excitement and wants to laugh out loud, but in the corner of his vision, he sees you. Your eyes light up the sight up, outshining the moon and the stars, but your visage does not elicit the reaction he thinks it should. He expects his heart to swell and burst, but somehow he feels heavy. 

He pulls you in for a hug and a quick kiss to quell his weighted heart, but he thinks he’s starting to sink so he calls you off for the night. He’ll see you next time. 

Yeah, next time will be better.

--

You’re snuggled up close and personal on Jaehyun’s chest. Jaehyun notices you fill every nook and cranny of his being perfectly to a tee, and yet that feeling. It’s there again. 

Jaehyun feels off. 

You laugh at something one of the characters say and you cuddle harder into him. He feels heavy again and it makes his throat itch, so he swoops down and captures your lips.

It’s hard and fast to scrub away at his uneasiness and before he knows it, his clothes are missing, but so are yours. The foreplay is brief and almost impersonal, but he doesn’t care. He just needs to be inside you. 

When Jaehyun has you begging and writhing, he feels like the world is where it should be. No longer is he living at a slight angle when he’s buried to the hilt inside your warmth, so when he sees you, he does what he can to get you out of your pants. 

Today is no different from any other. 

After a satisfying session you roll on his chest. Your kiss is soft and sweet despite the sweat that covers both of your bodies. He hums quietly as he taps melodies on along your exposed spine.

“Jaehyun?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I love you.”

Ah. Jaehyun thinks he’s getting it now, why he’s feeling off.

Jaehyun thinks he’s being suffocated.

--

To the surprise of no one, and especially not to him, Jaehyun gets the leading role of Sebastian Wilder in La La Land. He was a shoe-in for it anyway and he made sure to put in the work to get it. 

His leading lady is someone by the name of Park Sooyoung, but at the first rehearsal she introduces herself as Joy.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She offers her hand out in a friendly greeting. “Here’s to a successful show together, Jaehyun.”

Her smile is blinding and he thinks Joy is a fitting name. He grasps her outstretched hand, grip firm and sure. 

“Yeah,” he smiles back. “Here’s to a good show together.”

--

Rehearsals span over blurred minutes and long hours. 

Jaehyun sees less and less of you and spends more and more time with her. 

During a quick water break, he scans his phone briefly to see a text notification from you. He takes another swig of water and returns to the rehearsal.

It’s okay, he can always text you back later.

9. Before U Go - TVXQ!

letting go.

“I will leave now.”

“Come on!” You tug both Mark and Yeri along excitedly. “I want to get good seats.”

Yeri rolls her eyes, but obliges anyway, pulling Mark along. It’s opening night for Jaehyun’s big musical and you wanted to be there no matter what to support him. Johnny, Doyoung, Taeyong, Sicheng, and Seulgi are already inside waiting and you’re not sure if they were able to save the three of you a spot. 

After a long chat with Yeri, you apologized profusely to her. You did get blinded by your relationship with him and prioritized him over everything, forgetting your friends and other responsibilities in the process. Yeri forgave you easily and helped keep you in line when you went to head over heels for Jaehyun. 

However, after patching things up with Yeri, you begin to notice a shift in your relationship with Jaehyun’s. You’re not quite sure how to describe it, but it almost feels like a distance almost. 

You chalk it up to his busy rehearsal schedule and choose not to dwell on the topic, in fears of your wandering imagination. It should be fine. After his musical is over, he’ll be less busy and things will fall back into place. 

Right?

“Over here!” Seulgi waves over excitedly. 

The auditorium is starting to fill up and you want to get comfortable before the show starts. 

Everyone greets each other in hushed tones and soon enough, the show starts. 

Right. Everything will be fine.

--

Jaehyun does amazing. 

Your eyes are trained on him the whole time and his singing has goosebumps pricking your skin. You can see the passion pour through him every time he’s on stage and you couldn’t be more proud. 

A nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach points out the undeniable chemistry between him and his co-star, but you push it deep down and suppress it. 

They’re actors, and they’re good at what they do. 

Yeah. They’re just acting. Yeah. Acting.

--

When the curtains close, you’re the first to shoot out of your seat, eager to meet him backstage. You weave through the endless crowd of people, murmuring your ‘sorry’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ as you pass by. You reach the base of the backstage and shoot a message to let him know you’re waiting. You hum to yourself when you happen to overhear a conversation playing out. 

“You did so good, Jae.” 

“No, you definitely carried the show.” 

You turn up and you see them. Her eyes are almost soft and loving as she pulls your boyfriend in for a hug. They linger in the embrace longer than necessary and you clear your throat to catch his attention. 

He jolts just the slightest bit when he sees you and immediately lets her go. 

“Everyone’s waiting,” you say quietly. 

“Okay,” he nods. “Let me go get my stuff in the back.”

Jaehyun leaves the two of you alone and you wait for him to get back. 

When you leave, he waves goodbye to her and she smiles back.

--

Jaehyun’s celebration party is rowdy, but it’s to be expected when Johnny is the one hosting. 

He books a table at the local club and even orders bottle service. The eight of you work your way through two whole bottles of tequila and are already on your third. Jaehyun is downing the shots at a quicker pace than usual and you’re a bit concerned, but you’re unable to say anything because when you try, he whisks himself away to the dance floor and strikes up a conversation with someone else. 

You’re perturbed, but you say nothing. This is his celebration night and he can choose to enjoy it how he wishes. 

By the end of the night, Jaehyun is noticeably drunk and you haul him outside to get a breath of fresh air in hopes of sobering up. He’s heavy, but you make it out the side door. You prop him up on your side as you lean on the grimy brick walls. 

Months have passed and the weather is chilly. 

Jaehyun’s body sways and he murmurs something in your ear. You don’t catch it the first time, the overwhelming smell of tequila overtaking your senses. 

“What was that?”

He grumbles beneath his breath, steps staggering once more. He tries again, this time his words are crisp and clear and they cut into you in more ways than one. 

“I think we should end it.”

For someone so drunk, he sounds so sober.

You’re at a loss for words. A part of you knew this was coming from his lack of enthusiasm around you and his decreased texts. Even the cold night air couldn’t keep your heartbreak at bay. You say nothing, but you understand the both of you knew it was a silent agreement.

You breathe out wisps of chilled air as Jaehyun’s inebriated body stays slumped over on your side. 

--

You volunteer to take Jaehyun home.

You tuck him gently in bed making sure to prop him on his side in case he vomits during the night. You pour a glass of water and place an ibuprofen on his nightstand drawer for him in the morning. 

You kiss him on the forehead one last time. You hope it conveys all of the things brewing in your heart at the moment, but you know it doesn’t. 

Later, you leave his apartment with all of your belongings that you ever left there with the stars as your witness. 

You never return to his place again.

10. Coffee Shop by B.A.P

what could’ve been.

“So without knowing, like a habit, I came here.”

Jaehyun wakes up to an empty bed.

Morning sunlight streams through his blinds and burns at his skin as a sign to get ready for the day. He blinks the drowsiness from his system and stretches his weary joints before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

On his rare day offs, he allows his body to go on auto-pilot. He completely shuts his brain off and allows it to do whatever it chooses.

Today, it takes him back to the cafe. 

His body knows where it’s going before it registers in his mind. 

The barista manning the order counter is different, but the decorations are the same, still the same succulents hanging from the ceilings. He mulls over the menu and goes up to order.

“Can I get an iced caramel latte?” Jaehyun doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he’s feeling nostalgic today. 

“Of course! Here’s your total.” 

He pays with a swipe of his card and the barista goes to work making his drink. He waits around by the counter and soon enough, his drink is ready. That particular table is empty, so he grabs a chair to sit. His first sip is overly saccharine, but he appreciates how the flavor mellows out by the end of it. 

It’s been nearly a year since that night. 

Jaehyun remembers waking up to a splitting headache and a dry mouth. He thought nothing of the prepared setup as he gulps the ibuprofen and the glass of water in one go. Nothing seemed amiss really until a few days later. 

No one mentioned your name around him and he caught Seulgi giving him a look every now and then. Mark didn’t say much either, but Jaehyun felt him drifting away.

He thought he’d feel a lot more, but he didn’t. One day you were a part of his life and then the next day you weren’t. It really was that simple.

He kept in contact with Joy even after La La Land was over and maybe they were something more, but it didn’t last longer than a few weeks. 

It didn’t feel right when he was with her. Again, something felt off, but a different kind of off.

Joy was the one to end things with him, but he didn’t mind too much. 

He filled his days with study and practice and it wasn’t until he landed a job at his local theatre company that he realized.

It was you. It was always you and perhaps it still is you. 

Maybe you were different. Maybe you were the one, but Jaehyun didn’t try.

He recalls feeling smothered. You were always there at the beginning, but he took that for granted. 

There are a lot of things he regrets, but above all, he regrets not talking with you. He regrets not trying to work on it. He regrets being a coward and running away at the first signs of true emotions. 

You weren’t perfect, but neither was he, but he should’ve stayed so the both of you could work it out together. Jaehyun always did take too long to find the courage to pursue what he wanted.

With a final sip, he finishes the drink and moves to throw it away. Then, he sees you. Here, in the flesh, in almost a year. 

Your hair is longer, but your cheeks are still as rosy as ever. You walk up to order and Jaehyun thinks it’s a sign. He moves to greet you, but the doors open again and in walk Yeri and Seulgi. He watches you greet them warmly with wide open arms. 

You always did give the best hugs.

Jaehyun watches the three of you chatter away and he feels acutely out of place in the little cafe. You look happy and he should move on. 

He throws his finished cup in the trash can and moves to exit through the side door, but he moves too slowly.

“Jaehyun, is that you?” You call out. He looks into your steady gaze and almost feels shy. 

“Yeah,” he’s quiet. “It’s been awhile.”

“It has,” you agree. “You look well.”

The smile you give him has him believing in second chances and maybe he’ll get it right this time.

Note: i am so sorry that the second part is a hot mess express smh… there were a lot of things i planned and intended that didn’t happen, but i’ll just take this as a learning experience and write and better story next time. thanks for taking the time to read this !! <3

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SnK Episode 61 Poll Results (for Manga Readers)

The poll closed with 359 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results for the Manga Readers’ poll. If you wish to see the results for the Anime Only Watchers’ poll, click here. 

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RATE THE EPISODE 347 Responses

While this episode wasn’t as big of a hit as episode 60, overall most viewers still enjoyed the content and are looking forward to more next week!

amazing amazing! I'm so delighted with this season so far!

Im so beyond pumped i love everything

Dissapointing but acceptable.

I’m like angry I loved it so much.

I just wish we didn't have to wait a week

It was amazing. We all gotta apologize to MAPPA for ever doubting them.

It's a huge stepdown from episode 1. At times the animation was straight up painful to watch. My expectations were low and yet I'm still disappointed :/

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING WAS YOUR FAVORITE SCENE/MOMENT? 349 Responses

Reiner-centric scenes were the highest on people’s radar, with 24.9% of respondents enjoying his reunion with the warrior cadets, and not far behind, 22.9% enjoyed Reiner bringing up the 104th at the dinner table. In third, with only 13.5%, was Pieck and Porco’s formal introduction to the audience. 

Hearing Zeke greet his grandparents with such happiness warmed my heart. I do believe that he loves them. 

They just had to add one last image of Ymir's broken face before she died, huh? :(

WE FORGOT TO ASK LAST WEEK D: WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING SCENES/MOMENTS FROM EPISODE 60 WAS YOUR FAVORITE? 348 Responses

Last week we forgot to include what your favorite scenes were. The scene from episode 60 that got the most favor was Reiner’s, “I’m sick and tired… of walls” with 33.6% of the vote. 16.7% most enjoyed Zeke’s titan transforming scream. 14.9% were hyped about Reiner and Porco wrecking Fort Slava.

MAPPA WENT ALL OUT WITH THE CINEMATOGRAPHY IN THIS EPISODE. WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE CINEMATIC PANS AND ROTOSCOPE ANIMATION? 349 Responses

Overall, a total of 74.5% respondents have positive feelings about MAPPA’s use of rotoscope animation and camera panning. Some felt like it was akin to watching a movie, while others are just happy to have the dynamic movement. A smaller amount of respondents didn’t have feelings one way or another, and a minority (about 10.3%) really are not a fan of this type of animation style for the series.

It felt odd sometimes as they used it for long scenes (like Udo talking or Gabi telling the story to her family) but overall it was pretty great and I prefer it to WIT's stale animation during season 3

I liked the more dynamic movement during dialogue, but my roommate found it super awkward and off-model. So a fifty-fifty split in a sample size of two lol

It could have been animated better, but I like the extra dimension it gives to scenes

Enjoyed it a lot! However, there were a few scenes that felt a bit off, like some frames were missing. Specifically, when Udo was doing all those gestures while talking with the rest of the Warrior Candidates.

It felt dynamic to the point of looking unnatural - some gestures and expressions just moved wrong

i'm split, in some scenes it was great (like reiner waking up), but in the dialogue scenes the constant movement seemed kinda unnatural and distracting

It was amazing but at the same time I'd didn't look fluid enough, especially at Udo's mouvements which made the character look kind of...video game-ish in constant moving. 

I thought it looked great the rotoscoping,the movements all looked amazing

The animation during Urdu’s scene is so cool!  I was caught of guard at first though lol. It’s so realistic!

NOW THAT WE’VE GOTTEN TO HEAR A LITTLE MORE OF THE NEW OST TRACKS, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE SOUNDTRACK SO FAR THIS SEASON? 344 Responses

So far, reception to the newer music is overall positive. 31.1% are really enjoying the music and think the songs are being used immaculately, and 40.4% really feel that the song choice compliments the scenes they’ve been used in. 13.1% think the songs are good, but miss having that sole Sawano feel to them. 10.8% just feel the music is “ok” and 2.6% aren’t a fan of the new OST tracks so far. 

I mean it sounds good, but we haven't gotten to important moments that require a memorable track, so we'll see!

First episode slapped because it really complemented the scene but it's more... generic. I didn't like how it was used in this episode, there wasn't enough of it and again, generic. I miss Sawano's unreal scores.

the animation absolutely blew me away, and i love the intense music that played during Reiners monologue 

The music is fine.

I've heard both new and old songs from the previous seasons. Still too soon to make an opinion as we need to hear more.

I am deaf, I can't hear no damn soundtracks 

That music guys when they came back to Liberio and reuniting with they parents, made me tear up but also because the scouts never had the chance to go back home with victory in the arms of their family, I wish I could have seen EMA like this.. It kinda felt unfair X) but I was happy for them nevertheless.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE CLOSEUP OF ZEKE’S MOUTH? 346 Responses

Our first of probably too many crack questions in this poll, 32.7% thought the closeup of Zeke lighting his cigarette was cool looking. 21.4% are concerned about Zeke’s lung health. 19.1% are probably annoyed with us and simply don’t care (lol). 13.3% wouldn’t mind smooching Zeke, and 11% were just plain grossed out.

Does smoke even affect a titan shifter? Surely his lungs just heal themselves

ASMR for the eyes, right there. Aww yiss

It was awesome! Zeke is shown as relaxed person with a big drop of mystery. 

Smoking Bad but he is gonna die in a year anyway

Suuuuuuucc

It might've just been an artistic choice to include it in there, but i gotta say I'm oddly fascinated and idk why

I don’t remember it lol

I didn't even notice.

Zeke looks hotter than he has ever looked

WHAT’S YOUR OPINION ABOUT ELDIAN ASSES? 341 Responses

Most of the responses seemed to feel rather positively about Eldian asses, with almost 40% seeking out Zeke’s ass wiping technique. About 17% simply stated their appreciation for them, while almost 13% are just thirsty. In contrast, a little over 17% seemed confused to the question’s inclusion and about 10% were confused outright. 

MAPPA WHERE IS PIECK'S ASS

More into Eldian thighs, really

I bet Levi’s is nice

If only Eren had one

zeke has the energy of a straight man who doesn't wash his ass

Only Shadis' ass

GIVE IT TO ME 😏😏

They are like normal, human asses. Do not turn them into some magical, special snowflakes, just because they belong to Eldians. 

Seek help

Enough

DO YOU WANT REINER TO GIVE YOU A HEAD PAT? 343 Responses

A definitive majority, almost 59 percent, openly expressed enthusiasm for the prospect of a head pat from Reiner. However, a near 30% fraction of responders didn’t seem too happy about this recent chain of less than serious questions. We’re sorry about that. 😅. The rest either didn’t seem interested in said prospect or noted they wouldn’t care either way.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE DECISION FROM MAPPA TO CONDENSE REINER’S FLASHBACK INTO (PRESUMABLY) A SINGLE EPISODE? 346 Responses

It would appear that the majority of those who took our poll express cautious optimism at the prospect of seeing all (or the vast majority) of Reiner’s backstory being adapted into a single episode, with a near 47% supporting the move, thinking it could make the narrative “more coherent”. Almost 20% argue it would work better pacing wise. On the flipside, just over 17% state that they would rather have a more accurate adaptation to the manga. 11.6% simply say they have no opinion. There were also more than a few write-ins.

I do wish everything could be animated to full detail, but pacing and structure will benefit here

They've done a good job so far, so I'll reserve judgement until I actually watch it.

It will be difficult as they're chapters with loads of dialogue, but they can pull it off if unnecessary stuff gets cut out or changed in some type of way (like watching Marcel's death for the sixth time, them breaking through the wall or even Jean and Eren fighting) 

If they get the pacing right, then the rearrangement will be for the better.

Reiner flashbacks + Reiner suicide attempt + Falco meeting "Kruger" (more than 2,5 chapters) in a single episode? HELL NO! WTF MAPPA!  

Worried and cautiously optimistic.

At least it looks like they're going to stick to just one episode for the RBA flashback. It was mostly just filler anyway, so there was never any need to stretch it out and waste precious time getting back to the Paradis side of the story

I doubt that that's exactly how it is, but if so, then I don't think that that's a wise idea

It’s gonna be rushed as hell

Reiner flashback is very long and there is tons of dialogue, so I dont know how its going fit in only one episode, but if they can make it work then its fine for me

WHICH CHARACTER DESIGN DID YOU LIKE BEST IN COMPARISON TO THE MANGA? 346 Responses

This question gave us a somewhat evenly split pie chart, but Porco nonetheless managed to gain the bigger piece with just over 55%. Surely due to that bomber jacket and haircut. Nearly 45% picked Pieck (gottem) instead. Must have been the somewhat inconsistent nose. 

WHO’S SEIYUU DID YOU LIKE BEST? 335 Responses

On the flip side, 68.4% seemed to prefer Pieck’s soft voice. Porco with his (how the hell does Porco sound like… how can you describe his voice) managed to win the hearts of 31.6% of responses.

Pieck voice wtf? I imagined Pieck with a more Hanji-ish voice, not this sweet and high pitched.

DID MAPPA DO PIECK’S NOSE JUSTICE? 345 Responses

The debacle over Pieck’s POWERFUL nose gave us quite a colorful pie chart. Almost 39% of responses noted that Mappa was on point with Pieck’s nose for most of the episode. Afterwards, 26.7% stated that they thought that Mappa got it right only in some points of the episode. On the flip side, another 26.7% thought that Mappa was generally quite on point throughout the entire episode. A small minority (7.8%) thought that Mappa simply did a poor job. 

The animation is good, and while I don't want to complain, I have a small problem with the drawings themselves. I feel like they lack precision (like Pieck's nose, idk if that's clear).

I'm grateful for Pieck's nose. I always respected Isayama for drawing imperfect characters, because this way he has made them to look more realistic. Even though Pieck has so-called imperfect nose, she is still absolutely gorgeous. Her imperfections are part of what makes her beautiful and unique.

PORCO’S HAIR - WERE YOU TEAM RED HAIR OR BLOND HAIR? AND ARE YOU HAPPY WITH HIS ANIME COLOR SCHEME? 345 Responses

A far less controversial debacle concerned Porco’s hair scheme. The folks supporting a Blond color scheme were universally content with his hair color (all 57.4% of team Blond). On the flip side, an almost universal approval was also present from team Redhead (13.6% of those supported his blond hair color). 27.5% of the responses seemed to care not about this issue at all, however.

NOW THAT WE KNOW PORCO BETTER IN THE MANGA, DO YOU THINK HE WOULD HAVE *ACTUALLY* DONE A BETTER JOB THAN REINER IF HE HAD INHERITED THE ARMOR AND WENT TO PARADIS? 348 Responses

Porco inheriting the Armored Titan is a rather interesting what-if scenario. Perhaps of the most interesting as a whole, so it’s no surprise to see a rather divided opinion of those who took our poll. A little over 36% believe that Porco doing a better job than Reiner on Paradis is a definite possibility. Just over 24% believe it’s not likely Porco would have done better than Reiner. On the flip side, 21.6% think that is is likely Porco *would* have a more successful conduct on the island. 9.2% believe that Porco’s success is a given and in opposition to that, 8.9% think that Porco’s success would have been basically impossible.

HOW ABOUT IF PIECK HAD GONE TO PARADIS WITH THE WARRIORS? 346 Responses

Much less division here, however. 70.5% of responders believe that Pieck’s possible trip to Paradis (in the initial attack) would have not have resulted in a given “mission success” for the Warriors, although she would have been a rather useful ally. Nearly a quarter, on the other hand, think that Pieck’s inclusion would have ended the story right then and there. The rather small minority of the other responders think that Pieck would not have been useful had she participated in the mission.

GABI HAS ALWAYS BEEN A CONTROVERSIAL CHARACTER. HAS MAPPA BRINGING HER TO LIFE CHANGED YOUR FEELINGS TOWARD HER? 342 Responses

64.6% of respondents overall have positive feelings toward Gabi as of right now, with 39.5% having already been enjoying her character throughout the manga. 25.1% now view her more positively with her being brought to life. 20.2% don’t really care about Gabi either way, and 11.7% feel very negatively toward Gabi, without the anime swaying their opinions. 

Gabi still sucks

Sakura ayane as gabi is probably the best thing to happen to me all year

WITH SUCH A DIALOGUE-HEAVY ARC, CUTS WERE INEVITABLE. WHICH CUTS WERE YOU DISAPPOINTED IN, AND WHICH CUTS CAN YOU LIVE WITH?

Overwhelmingly, the scenes that were most missed by manga readers were “Pieck walking on all fours/scaring Porco”, “Zeke mentioning the Ackerman Clan”, “Reiner’s smirk when his family talks about ‘Island Devils’”, and “The imagery of Eren and Armin wrecking ships”. Smaller character details, such as Reiner mentioning how he acted like Marcel on Paradis, Gabi wishing to understand Reiner’s feelings, Falco pointing out how Reiner almost had the Armor taken from him, were also very missed by manga readers, although just less so. 

General Calvi talking about Zeke’s loyalty, Gabi getting praise from her parents when they reunite, and Magath trashing the Marleyan navy, were moments that many respondents didn’t feel strongly about one way or another, or felt that these were details that weren’t really needed anyway. 

Cutting the scene where Falcon talks about why Reiner kept the AT was really bad.  Also the table scene could have been better. Some imagery when Reiner was describing the 104th and his smirk.

The cuts the anime has done made the spectators less informed about some story background stuff. This is in order to direct attention to the marley's eldians planning how to overcome the world's disparagement towards the power of the titans. 

I'm sad they cut the gate guards. They humanize the marleyans a bit. Hope they add their scenes next episode and do them justice.

I hope we will get the Gabi/Reiner talk about understanding each other through PATHS when she eats him next episode

Gimme crawling best giiiirl

MAPPA cut Pieck's ass so this episode wouldn't be so ass centered with Zeke's ass wiping technique. This is my theory lol

Great episode but U was so looking forward to the Reiner scene talking about Paradis “devils”. In the mange it was a powerful scene really adding to the duality of Reiner and the pain he has, and the animation did not do it justice. Plus some parts of his speech were probably hard to understand for a non mange reader without the flashback. (Like which one is referring to Jean for example).  I really wish it had been better delivered

IS THERE ANY CHANCE WE’LL SEE SOME OF THESE CUTS ANIMATED IN A LATER EPISODE? 342 Responses

them into different scenes. Overall, the majority answered a big, fat, “maybe.” 15.8% are confident that what’s done has been done, and 12.6% are more optimistic that MAPPA will find a way.

Overall I was a bit disappointed. I feel like the amount of material cut from every conversation included really added up overall and gave it a very rushed feel to me. I really hope they add it all in later.

ON THE FLIP-SIDE, WHICH ADDITIONS/CHANGES DID YOU LIKE/DISLIKE?

The changes and additions that MAPPA made were overall viewed very favorably, with the scene of Porco and Pieck interacting with the warrior cadets being the most liked addition. This is followed closely by the overall character movement during dialogue scenes, the small detail about Pieck’s father being unwell, and Gabi shouting “Watashi!” on the train.

I loved the additional details made it very emotional

IT WAS A GREAT TIME TO BE GALLIPIECK TRASH

Sneakier Eren's a nice addition too

Porco my boiii I'm so happy he's here 💖💖💖💖 if mappa is adding some extra scenes then gimme more of gallirei 👀

WHICH SCENE FROM THE PREVIEW ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? 338 Responses

Unsurprisingly, 42% of respondents are hyped about Kenny’s brief return and Annie’s unlikely encounter with him in the Underground. 22.2% are eager to get that sweet Reiner angst as he is rejected by his Marleyan father. 17.8% are looking forward to Reiner’s training days.

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

great! it was inevitable they would cut stuff but it hasn't changed any major plot point or thing i would want to see desperately 

It was just really great to see the scenes animated, it adds another level of depth and understanding to the story I believe. 

Loved anime-onlies missing Eren completely. Some even thought it was him but then noticed the leg and thought against it

I think it was very well done. Just need a little getting used to with MAPPA on the reins now. I think MAPPA added some scenes to show how those Eldians over there are still just human after all and they have their own problems to deal with. 8/10 episode.

I feel like they took a lot of emotion way from reiner. made him seemed stoic and determined to go to the island even though in the make he looked scared about having to return. 

I thought the rotoscoping was really well done! I’m happy with the pacing, the fact that the episode felt like it went by fast is good considering it was dialogue based.

Incredible. The direction, the cinematic quality, we are feasting. MAPPA is elevating the story beyond anything I could have imagined! I'm beyond hyped for the rest!! But where is asshole Marley guards/Hobo!Eren's appearance as a favorite moment?!

Incredible, it adapts the source material very well while adding some touches that make it unique in it's own way. As a manga reader, I'm really glad that they're doing this because it feels like a completly different experience from reading it and makes me excited on what changes or directing choices they're going to make during the course of the season, great job so far MAPPA!

Such an amazing episode. Made 20mins feel like 5. MAPPA is doing fantastic. The characters have never felt more alive and the animation style is something I never knew I wanted until now. 

I can't believe they didn't cast Mads Mikkelsen to voice Mads Mikkelsen

The episode was good but the dinner scene didn't do justice to the manga. It didn't have the same feeling to it. I saw a lot of anime onlys thinking Reiner was just trying to talk shit about the 104th. I feel like the flashbacks during that part in the manga gave it a nostalgic feeling that helped convey what he truly felt about his time on the island. His facial expressions were not quite there either. Specially sad because it was the moment I was expecting the most this episode and because it's a big part of Reiner's character, maybe next episode can kind of fix this.

I haven't seen the anime only poll results, but given personal conversations with them I imagine quite a few could care less about the Warriors and are looking forward to the 104th showing up to stir shit up. Boy are those folks in for a treat :)

I knew I'd feel more attached to all of them once they got animated. I didn't expect getting real thirsty for Lainah.

I was so happy with how much detail MAPPA put into the background scenery. Also, I think that an underrated moment during this episode was the Marlian douchebag triggering the Eldian soldier’s PTSD. You could really feel their terror, and THEY KEPT THE HOBO EREN PART IM SO HAPPY!

Its consistently very pretty and well animated which is great of course, but I worry the team won’t be able to maintain this quality for some of the meatier scenes in the later episodes. The fast pace of the episode (compared to the manga) as well as the many cuts make it a bit harder for scenes to stick, I wish there was a bit more breathing room at times. This also makes the fancy animation and frequent rotoscoping cuts feel less impactful for me—with every scene being cut down to its core ingredients, and every scene having at least one cut with more motion and energy than we’re used to, I can’t help but feel it all kind of mashes together without sticking out as much, leaving less of an impact. (I feel really really weird actually complaining about good camerawork/animation, what the hell lol) Also hobo <3

Plenty of questions about ass but no questions about the full ED? Or how we thought the episode did at hiding Eren in plain sight?

rip Reiner's chocolate abs :'(

The episode wasn't as interesting as the first one. I was yawning from time to time. Yet, I think that Mappa did a great job, because it's hard to animate full of  dialogues chapters. I was disappointed of the fact that flashbacks from Paradis have been cut. I hoped to see Sasha, Connie, Ymir and Marco while Reiner was speaking about them. Without the flashbacks we just got the dry speech and this way hard to say what Reiner is really thinking about people he met on Paradis. We - as manga readers - already are aware of his feelings, but anime onlies may not know and see Reiner as cold hearted person. I'm not complaining over animations or the OST tracks because no studio is perfect and some small mistakes here and there won't destroy my fun. I just sit and enjoy the episode. 

Very good, with the exception of the dinner scene, in which the director missed the mark completely with the tone.

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 328 Responses

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An old thing 5

First

Continued from here

I´m quite proud of this part. Do you remember the Walmart man? Yeah. More angst and sick fic than whump, but there.

CW// Non Con, Dub Con, NS*W at times, dehumanization, slavery, human trafficking, escape attempt, blood, broken noses, implied death, regain of identity, whump of minors, manhandling, prong collar, past torture, creepy and explosive whumpers, physical and emotional abuse.

Everything will be tagged and if there´s tags to be added, tell me please.

Dimitri was speechless.

“Can you repeat that, please?” He said.

“You’re too close with Kit, we’re gonna send you to a vacation house. Dont worry about Roahn, you will see her when it’s the mounting” Layo said across the table. Kit and Danae were playing outside.

“Im…I…when?” He asked visibly stressed.

“Maybe on saturday. The vacation house is on the other side of the country, next to Sunnyhills Beach, I think you know whose property is it”

Dimitri knew.

His last master before them.

The one who had tried to kill him with the prongs collar.

“His son will be taking good care of you, so you better behave and do as he says understood? He wont accept escapes like us. You know his methods already anyways, you will know whats better for you” He said sipping on his coffee. “Ah, but you’re still ours. If he thinks he is entitled to damage you, He wont see the end of it”

“U-Understood…” Dimitri said still cleaning his plates. He had time. If he hurried up, maybe he could escape tomorrow. While they were on their cocktail party.

“I gotta believe I can do it” He told himself

—

Report came and Dimitri explained how he could the plan for the next day to Kit. How he would take him to that place.

“With Jen and Roahn?”

“Yes with them too” he smiled. “But you gotta tell me if they’re sleeping”

“Master was drinking a lot and Master was already asleep”

“Alright Kit. Ill show you something but you must not say anything ok?”

“Ok!”

He took out the improvised key from a vase and tainted the lock until he opened it.

“You could get out all this time?”

He sighed “No. Only on important moments. Now shhh” he put his finger on his mouth. “Come on Ill get you to your room but silence”

Kit put his lips together and followed him to his room. An spacious yet small little place with only the necessary and some toys. He was relieved he didnt live like them.

Dimitri put him to sleep.

“Goodnight Dimitri see you tomorrow?”

“Goodnight Kit. See you tomorrow” he said as he gave him a kiss on his forehead.

He closed the door silently.

Silent as a mouse, he went to his office. In all those years they had never guessed he had a key. So they had never bothered to lock the office. Dimitri knew perfectly where the copies were, but he knew keeping them would be too evident so he took them and made an improvised and quick copy of them with plaster.

He only needed to wait a few hours for it to harden.

He went as fast as he had gotten in but heard steps and hid quickly.

“Fuck…” Layo’s voice. He was going to the bathroom. And he would pass around the office for that.

Dimitri breathed quickly as he noticed. Was it that way he would end up? He took a stone decoration from a table and was ready to smash it on his head when he heard:

“Master? I can’t sleep!” Kit cried.

“What the…go to bed, Kit” the man said walking towards him.

“I can’t! Tell me a story! please, master!”

“Ugh what a pain is one am…Alright, Alright, coming go to your bed, Ill go take a piss before that…”

Dimitri held tight to the artifact.

“No!! Now!!”

“Argh! What a kid! Ok ok” he heard the door shutting.

Dimitri left the stone on its place and ran quietly to the cell. He closed it again and started working.

At 7 am it was ready. Later, Dimitri was preparing their masters for a full day outside when Layo said:

“Dont try anything funny Ok?” As he was locked up again. He had to hold the urge to laugh on his face.

“Understood”

Kit came running down a few minutes later.

“They’re gone!” He had told him.

Dimitri stood up. With backpacks on hand.

“Its time, Kit”

—

Dimitri got out of the cell and went upstairs. The house was empty. Or so it seemed.

“Kit” Dimitri held the boy’s small shoulders “I need you to go check on the door if there’s somebody. I’ll go get them ok? If theres someone dont scream it” he took the house phone and made it ring pressing a button “you do this and let the phone ring three times. Alright?”

The kid nodded. Dimitri gave him his binoculars back.

“Go see, explorer” he told him before the kid ran off.

He then made a little jump and sprinted towards the stairs. He went to the door where Roahn was and knocked three times. Her voice was husky.

“Dimitri?” She called

“Roahn, it’s me. We’ve gotta go. Now. Can you handle it?” He asked her through the door. A cough.

“Yeah” she said “always”

“We will take you to a doctor. I swear.” He said looking down and putting the keys on.

Roahn had been very sick for weeks. She couldnt give her enough milk and was very weak. Refusing to eat even. Miraculously, Jen was healthier than ever.

Finally the door opened and Roahn had her baby on her skinny arms. Eyebags dark in her face. Yet the light on her eyes were strong. He held her after giving her a hug.

“Lets go” he said as he helped her walk through the house. “Kit is waiting” that line made her sob happily.

“Our baby…” she said looking nowhere

They streamed downstairs, Roahn almost falling at various times due her legs not being able to move correctly. However Dimitri was there to hold her.

When they finally reached the kitchen Kit was waiting for them.

“Nobody on sight!” He said as if he was a sailor.

“Good” Dimitri told him “Kit, help Roahn out a bit would you?” He said putting her down to open the door. Kit sat besides Roahn and asked her if she was Alright to which she responded with a smile. Dimitri held the concrete key on his hand and inhaling deeply he unlocked the door.

The clicking sound of freedom was on his ears as if it was music.

-

The four of them stepped out of the house to the secondary door. Not before putting coats with hoodies that covered their faces. Then they ran. Quietly, agitatedly, desperately. The four of them reached the door withut problems.

There was no one apparently.

The door was in a vine wall. It was easy to pass through it because the key Dimitri had was a copy of the master key he used to buy groceries.

He held them down for a bit while he opened the door. It was the last thing.

The last.

When he opened the door he saw the street and a fist on his direction. A man in black suit punched him making him fall. Roahn and Kit immediately tried to run away from the man, but Dimitri, even when hazy due the pain, used a close by rock to knock the guy out by hitting his head. The man fell and Dimitri was alert to anybody else coming to try and stop them. But there was no one.

“Roahn!! Kit! Its ok!” He yelled with blood going down his nose. They went out of their hiding spot and went back to Dimitri.

“Are you ok?” Roahn said cleaning the blood off his face and stuffing his nose with tissues.

“Yes, we just need to go now” he told her holding her hand a second.

“Is he dead?” Kit asked without taking his eyes off the fallen man. Blood came out of his ears.

“No” Dimitri answered him taking the kid by his hand and running past the body “he’s just unconscious”

They ran and ran and ran until they were on a plaza with a supermarket and a pharmacy.

They were free.

“Now where?” Roahn asked him visibly tired.

Dimitri took a look at Roahn holding Jen like she was a precious stone. Impressively calm. Kit was amazed by everything he saw.

“Now…we take these off” he told her taking his hands to his neck. Feeling the belt like collar and undoing it. He took it out carefully and slowly. Holding it in his hands, Kit could see clearly the old scars on his neck. It grossed the kid to think about how he got such hideous scars.

Dimitri knelt down to Kit and took his collar off too. Kit felt lighter than usual and couldn’t hold the instinct to touch his now free neck.

Dimitri smiled a bit and ruffled his hair before doing the same to Roahn.

Roahn dropped a tear when she felt that lightness on her neck. They looked at each other’s eyes for a second but Roahn pulled him closer and gave him a kiss on his neck and then on his lips.

“Yikes” said Kit watching them. They looked at the kid and laughed.

“Sorry Kit” Dimitri laughed.

“What about looking around for a place to stay, hun?” Roahn asked sweating cold. “We’re tired and we will need to hide for a bit…” she said.

“You feeling ok, Ro?” He asked him cupping her face with his hands. She nodded slowly “We will take the bus to Keith City, I’ll go buy the tickets and have a doctor check on you there ok?”

“Ok” she said.

Suddenly Jen started revolving and slapping Roahn’s face.

“Hey hey what is it Jen?” She asked her. Kit moving towards her.

“Dont cry Jen! It will be alright!” The kid said.

“Is she hungry?” Dimitri asked. Roahn blushed in embarrassment.

“I cant… feed her. I need some baby milk powder. Do we have some?” She asked Dimitri.

He started to search but it was in vain and he knew it.

“Kit” the kid shoot his head up from trying to comfort the now crying baby “could you tell that man there where could we get an electric chair for Roahn?” He asked signaling a person with a supermarket uniform not that far away.

The kid ran to him and asked him. The man was almost a geezer but his smile was really bright.

“It’s for your mommy there? Is she alright?” He asked Kit.

“Eh…Roahn? I hope so…” the kid said unsettling the man a bit.

“Not your mom? Its your auntie then? You two look alike a lot” he said again pulling the electric chair to the woman.

“We-we do?” Kit said finding himself a question.

“Here it is lady. Everything alright? You look a bit pale ma’am” he said helping her get into the chair.

“Yes, sir” she answered him not conscious of her formality.

The man found the people on his view with a woman with baby on arms crying out loud, the many bags and the very attractive man with tissues on his nose very strange. But it was a walmart. He had seen all kind of people go there. So he just walked away.

They put some of the bags in the electric chair and the others on the package service. Then they entered the market. Dimitri was used to go so he wasn’t as excited as the others. Yet he couldn’t hide his happiness of not feeling that uncomfortable thing on his neck. It was now in the trash. They went through the isles calming the baby with a toy that hypnotized her long enough for them to look at everything. Kit was amazed. Asking questions about this and that. Roahn looked at the pharmacy isle where there should be a doctor with longing. Dimitri didnt notice as he was coming back with baby milk powder on his hands.

In the end they bought a few more things. Like the toy and a magazine for Kit. As well as painkillers. The cashier recognized him and greeted him “Good morning!” Dimitri greeted back. “Is that your family?” The teen asked looking at Kit showing Roahn an article from his magazine.

“Yes” he answered blushing.

“Your kid is very energetic” she remarked.

“He is!” He laughed a bit “excuse me, Lana, where would I get bus tickets? We’re going to Keith City to visit my wife’s sister, but my card doesnt seem to work now…”

“Oh! Here would be fine. Two adults and a kid right?”

Dimitri payed for the bus tickets that would depart in two hours and met Roahn and Kit.

Roahn was a bit uncomfortable to leave the chair, but they got a taxi to the bus station so she didnt have to walk any longer. She was now green.

“Everything alright ma’am?” The taxi driver asked her while Dimitri fed Jen.

“Y-yes, sir. No need to worry. Thank you” she answered.

Kit extended his bag of chips to her.

“Want one Roahn? You dont look good…” He said.

“Im alright Kit. Just tired, that’s all” she ruffled his hair. Kit pulling it down annoyed. “Ill be taking one, though” she said eating a chip slowly.

She rested her head On Dimitri’s shoulder who gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“Im not ok” she mumbled.

“We will get you a doctor there I promise” he whispered to her, giving her a kiss.

The rest of the way Kit talked with the driver asking him questions about his travels.

When they arrived at the bus station, they were good friends.

They got there just in time and went up the bus. It was a four hour ride, but all of them were exhausted and fell asleep as soon as the bus started moving.

Dimitri woke up an hour before getting there.

It was the first time he didn’t have a collar and walked around freely. It had been strange for him to book sits because of his lacking of last name. But he had come up with one last second.

His name was Dimitri Holberg.

Maybe it was made up, but he had an identity now. He wasn’t bee, yellow, dog or dildo.

He was a human being and his name was Dimitri Holberg.

He had a family and a mission to reunite them all.

With determination they arrived at Keith’s city.

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Soft in Love Part 4

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 3k

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A/N: Here it is! Sorry this took so long, my weekend was crazy and then I wanted to put that Brian fic out :)

Warning(s): None! More pining, some jealousy, yadda yadda

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

Part 4 here we go!!!

He took one look at Sloan and immediately threw the car into park before climbing out to help you. With his assistance you got her lying down in the back seat. You were careful to place her face down in case she vomited. 

You looked back toward the house where the three guys were standing, watching you. Gwilym walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for you.

“Y/N!” he called through the rain. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

You jogged over and slid into the seat. He closed the door behind you gently. Then he resumed his spot behind the wheel, rolled the window up, and drove away. He went slowly, minding Sloan in the back.

Now that it was quiet, you could hear your heart thundering in your chest. You took a few shaky breaths. Your arms were already feeling sore from where you had strained to carry Sloan down the stairs and into the street. It made you feel weak and tired.

“Are you alright?” Gwilym asked.

You looked at him a moment, just taking in his kind voice. You nodded.

“Yeah,” you said. “We almost weren’t. But we are. Thanks for stopping.”

“What happened?” he wondered.

You explained the whole nasty business to him. The corners of his mouth turned down when you described it, and you thought that even frowning, he looked rather handsome. Then you reprimanded yourself again. You shouldn’t think of him that way.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply. “That’s terrible.”

You told him to take a left to get to Sloan’s place.

“I know,” you agreed. “I’m just glad I got to her before something...even more terrible happened.”

“She’s lucky to have a friend like you looking after her,” he said.

“I should have been looking more closely,” you replied, looking at your hands in your lap. “If I hadn’t gone to talk to fucking Daniel…”

Gwilym glanced over at you. You hung your soaking head as your body trembled. Instinctively, he reached over and took your hand.

When Gwilym’s warm fingers interlocked with yours, you stiffened. The logical part of you screamed to put him off, push him away. This was inappropriate. The other part of you - a frightened girl - told you to accept the gesture. You needed the comfort anyway. Throwing logic to the wind, you gave his hand a grateful squeeze. His hand remained clasped in yours all the way to Sloan’s apartment.

Gwilym parked on the street and then together, you carried Sloan up to her place. She was a little more aware now, but still unable to walk. It was slow going to get her up the stairs, and her place didn’t have elevators. She and Andrew were on the fourth floor.

When you made it, both red-faced and panting, you retrieved Sloan’s keys from her purse and unlocked the door. Gwilym carried her the rest of the way to her room to give you a break. He placed her carefully on the bed. 

“Can you step out for a bit?” you asked. “I’m gonna get her clothes off.”

“Of course,” he agreed, and left, closing the door behind him.

With a sigh, you got to work. You peeled off her tanktop, shorts, bra, and underwear and threw them in the hamper. You untied her shoes and removed them before tossing them into her closet. Then you draped a blanket over her. You hoped she was comfortable.

At last, you went back out to the living room. Gwilym was looking at the bookshelf, seeing what Andrew and Sloan had in their collection. Neither of them were very big readers, but they had some things they’d enjoyed from classes, as well as scripts from previous shows they had performed in.

“You really are a nerd, huh?” you teased.

He chuckled. “Guilty as charged.”

A beat passed.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he offered.

“If you don’t mind,” you returned. “I’ll just leave a note for Andrew.”

His brow furrowed and then un-furrowed quickly.

“Oh, right, I forgot your phone is dead,” he recalled.

“Sloan’s is on her charger, but it takes a minute to boot up,” you explained. 

You went into the kitchen and retrieved a pad and pen. You began scrawling a quick note to Andrew saying that Sloan would need water and painkillers in the morning. As you wrote, you began to shiver again.

“You’re soaked,” Gwilym said. “Can you borrow something of hers?”

You shook your head. “Sloan’s smaller than me by a lot. I’ll just have to wait until I get home.”

He frowned. “Wait right here.”

With that, he exited the apartment. You heard his footsteps disappear down the staircase and you pondered what he could be doing. Shrugging it off, you finished your note. When you heard steps coming back, you opened  the door for Gwilym.

“Here,” he said, holding out a hoodie and sweatpants.

“Are these yours?” you asked, hesitating to take them.

“Yes, you can return them whenever, I don’t mind,” he insisted. “But you should get out of those wet clothes or you’ll get sick.”

“I’ll be fine -” you started to say, but he cut across you.

“Y/N, you’re the star of the show,” he said. “We can’t have you losing your voice or anything.”

You blinked. You had almost forgotten about class and the musical.

“I guess that’s true,” you admitted.

He smiled as you took the offering at last. You went into Andrew’s bathroom to change, stripping all the way down. He was right, it was better to take off the soaked outfit from earlier. Gwilym’s clothes were large, but cozy. The pants had a drawstring so you could keep them up. The hoodie went to your thighs. It all smelled like him, warm and inviting. You brought the collar to your nose and inhaled deeply.

You emerged from the bathroom, feeling a little insecure about how you must look with his clothes hanging off you. But he smiled so kindly at you, you forgot about anything other than that smile. It knocked the breath out of you.

“You’re a tree,” you blurted out, giggling.

“Are you warm?” he asked with a chuckle.

In more ways than one, you thought as you looked at him.

“I am,” you assured him. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replied. “Ready to go?”

You nodded. “Yep!”

He paused. “Actually, Y/N, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

Your stomach twisted into a knot.

“Um, okay,” you said. “What is it?”

“This week, you’ve been sort of...standoffish,” he said. “Have I done something to upset you?”

You sighed, guilt washing over you. Your treatment of him had been unfair. He’d done nothing wrong, and you had punished him for things people might say or suspect. Now, after he’d come to your rescue, it felt especially wrong.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “A few people made some comments to me and I took them way too much to heart. You haven’t done anything, I swear.”

He heaved a sigh. “Thank goodness.”

“And I seriously can’t thank you enough for everything tonight,” you went on. “I’ll never be rude to you again.”

He chuckled, the sound ringing through your ears and snatching up your heart.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you home.”

He offered you his hand again. You smiled and took it. Together, you left the apartment, and you used your spare key to lock up behind you.

Once again, Gwilym opened the door for you. The rain had thankfully stopped, so you didn’t get soaked as you climbed in. He got into the driver’s side and cranked the engine.

“So, where do you live?” he asked.

“On campus in the dorms,” you told him.

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“It’s part of my scholarship,” you explained. 

“I didn’t know you were on a scholarship,” he returned.

“Yeah, my parents couldn’t afford to send me to school,” you went on. “They both work in a restaurant, and have for their whole lives. If I wanted to go to school, it was on me to get the money.”

Something like pride made his heart swell.

“That’s incredible,” he said, trying to sound cooler about it than he felt.

You shrugged. “I auditioned for several schools. This one was the best way and had the most to offer. I was lucky to get the chance.”

“Well, you’re talented enough, so I’m not surprised they offered it to you,” he said.

You looked out the window to hide the blush rising to your cheeks.

“What are you thinking of doing after graduation?” he wondered.

“I’m not sure, really,” you told him. “I’d like to maybe go to LA and work in the movies. The trouble is, I don’t have any connections out there. That’s the only real way to get a good part.”

“I hate to admit it, but that’s usually true,” he said. “Unless you have a really great agent. But if you’re starting out, you need to be careful.”

“Yeah, I won’t be tricked into doing porn or anything like that,” you joked. “Not that the porn industry wouldn’t be lucky to have me, but I’ve got slightly higher ambitions.”

He laughed. “I’m glad to hear it.”

A beat passed.

“Well, if you ever need it, I’ve got lots of friends and colleagues in Los Angeles,” he said. “I’d be happy to set up a meeting.”

Your heart soared at the idea.

“Really?” you gasped.

He looked over at you and saw your thrilled face and it made him ache to hold you.

“Sure thing,” he said casually. “You’ve got my email.”

“That would be amazing, Gwilym, thank you!”

You finished your phrase by placing a grateful hand on his arm. That hand eventually met his, and there it remained for the rest of the ride. When he pulled up to your dorm, you found you were very sorry to be letting go of it.

“Thank you again for everything tonight,” you said.

“No problem,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

You nodded. You gazed at him, and he turned to meet your eyes. The look was charged. Something lingered between you, some words unsaid.

“You should get in,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “It’s late.”

“It’s the weekend,” you reminded him lightly.

“I know, but still,” he returned.

“Alright,” you conceded. “Thanks again. I can’t say it enough.”

You squeezed his hand.

“Goodnight, Gwilym.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

On that note, you reluctantly climbed out of the car and stepped onto the sidewalk. Gwilym watched to be sure you made it inside before pulling away and heading back to his hotel room. As he drove, he felt his hand tingling from where you had touched it. It was already itching for you again.

“Oh, God,” he sighed. “That’s terribly inconvenient.”

The next day, you called Sloan to make sure she was alright. She said she was and thanked you for getting her out of there. Either because she was too tired or she really didn’t want to know, she didn’t ask how exactly you’d gotten away from the party. Then again, she didn’t know that both your phones were dead. She probably assumed you had called a Lyft. And you weren’t going to let her think any different.

On Tuesday, when you arrived to class early, it was just you and Gwilym again. You smiled at him, which he returned and then you took a seat beside him on the stage.

“How’s Sloan?” he asked.

“Fully recovered,” you told him. “We hung out on Sunday and she said she was sort of shaken up, but otherwise perfect.”

“That’s understandable,” he said.

He swallowed, and you felt that he was holding something back. The truth was, the more Gwilym thought about it, the more he felt that getting close to you was a bad idea. He liked you, probably too much, and that put you at risk. When you had fought so hard for a chance, and you were so close to finishing, he didn’t want to be the reason you lost everything. He wasn’t worth it.

“Y/N, I think it’s best we tell no one it was me who took you home that night,” he said nervously. The last thing he wanted was to upset you.

“I actually agree,” you said. “I don’t want people to get the wrong impression. I haven’t told Sloan or Andrew.”

He heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

Your hand rested on your thigh, which was so close to his. The temptation to close the gap, just inch closer and feel the warmth of him, was overwhelming, but you resisted. While you agreed with what Gwilym said, you understood the underlying implication - that there needed to be distance between you. So you left it.

Then, Daniel walked in. Your eyes snapped up and got missile lock on him. You leapt off the stage - startling Gwilym - and marched toward your ex with a ferocity neither of them had ever seen in you before. You shoved Daniel hard in the chest.

“Did you know?!” you demanded as he stumbled backward.

He looked at you, dumbfounded. 

“Know what?!” he returned.

“Don’t play dumb, Dan!” you pressed. “Did you invite me to that party just so some friend of yours could try and get Sloan?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“I don’t believe you!”

You lunged at him.

“Hey!” Gwilym interjected, grabbing you round the waist and holding you back from scratching Daniel’s eyes out.

“What happened after you went inside?” Daniel asked.

You looked in his eyes as you struggled against Gwilym. Dan’s eyes were shocked - worried even. He was telling the truth. You came to a stop, relieved. While Daniel wasn’t a perfect person, he at least would not stoop to that kind of malice.

“Sloan got drugged,” you explained. “Someone tried to rape her.”

“Shit,” Daniel whispered. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I invited you because well…” He glanced nervously at Gwilym, but then shrugged. “I was trying to hook up with you. I just knew you wouldn’t come without Sloan.”

“Good lord,” Gwilym said under his breath and you bit back a laugh.

“Did you get home okay?” Daniel asked, and he was genuine.

You glanced at Gwilym and then back at Daniel.

“Yeah, everything was fine,” you said. “Sorry for accusing you.”

Gwilym finally relaxed his arm and pulled it away from you. He was still holding down the surge of protectiveness he felt when Daniel said he wanted only to have sex with you that night. 

“I forgive you,” Daniel said. “I really am sorry that happened.”

“Thanks,” you said stiffly.

The rest of the class started to filter into the auditorium and Sloan and Andrew approached. Daniel turned to Sloan.

“You okay?” he asked.

She blinked at him, stunned.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “Thanks, Dan.”

“Cool,” he said, and patted her arm before going to his seat.

She met your eyes and you could only shrug. Gwilym had already walked away and was back at the stage, greeting the others.

“Welcome back, everyone,” he said. “I think today we’ll start working on Skip to My Lou. It’s a complicated number with a lot of moving parts, so I want to begin work on it early. How does that sound?”

The class murmured their agreement and you took the stage.

Once again, Gwilym was struck by how well you knew the material. He also realized how good an actress you really were when you took Daniel’s arm, beamed at him as if delighted to be there, and began singing.

“Put on your Sunday, go to meetin’

And I’ll take you by the hand

If you will be my dancin’ partner 

We will dance to beat the band

So join the promenade

And lead the big parade

And if you don’t come home at all

Your Pa will understand!”

Gwilym began choreographing more of where he wanted everyone for the line dances and figuring out how it looked on the stage. He made slight adjustments here and there, stopping through much of the song to get it just right. Your eyes were fixed on him as he worked, and your admiration of his talent and dedication was difficult to ignore.

You didn’t notice his frown in one part of the song. Where you danced with several of the guys.

“I’ll be glad to go with you

So prithee do not tarry

But if I do, it’s up to you

To let me dance with Harry…”

You changed hands and went to the next guy in the line as the class sang back.

“Skip to my lou!”

“Charlie…” you continued on to the next.

“Skip to my lou!”

“Johnny…” you danced a turn with Andrew.

“Skip to my lou

Skip to my lou, my darlin’!”

As you all made your way through the number, Gwilym was becoming really proud of all of you. His students. It felt a bit strange to say, since he had not started the semester with you, but it was true. 

With the last ten minutes of class, he wanted a rough run through of the song. He shouted out directions as you all moved to follow them.

“Lost my partner,” Andrew sang.

“Skip to my lou!” the cast answered.

“Lost my partner…”

“Skip to my lou!”

“Lost my partner!”

“Skip!” you shouted with a giggle and danced away.

The twinge of satisfaction Gwilym felt at your dismissal of Andrew - even though it was in character and meant to be teasing - made one thing perfectly clear. Staying away from you was  going to be much harder than he anticipated. 

The number went great and he congratulated you all.

“Give yourselves a round of applause,” he said. “We are well on our way to a fantastic show.”

Everyone clapped, and you hugged Andrew and Daniel. Gwilym frowned again, that same feeling bubbling up from when you danced with them.

He was in more trouble than he bargained for.

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this is NOT edited and im sorry whoops!! but i hope yall enjoy! theres no warnings for this bc its all fluff :’)

A collection of adorably soft moments from the Holland household (as seen by Y/N, Tom, and others)

[person A and person B pressing their faces together sleepily, not even kissing, just resting their foreheads together, noses brushing, breathing each other in.]

The day was no longer upon her, the sun was far away now. The window next to her was opened, the moonlight and wind creeping in. It was late, far too late for her. Normally, she’d be fast asleep dreaming about the day her pretty boy would be back. Why was she still up? Well, today was that day; today was the day her handsome boy would be coming back. She would finally smell his gorgeous smell again, hear his pretty laugh, look into those pretty brown eyes she loved so much. 

It was hell being without him, sure, she had her own things going on and she was able to live without him but that didn’t mean she wanted to. He was her boy and she’d do anything to be with him. She’d do anything for that boy. He could ask her to help him rob a bank and she’d be driving the getaway car, for whatever he wanted she was there. And fortunately, he was her ride or die, as well. She needed a buddy? He was there with laughs and sappy movies to watch. She needed a shoulder to cry on? He was there with his shoulder and tissues and many, many hugs. She needed an alibi? He was already thinking of all the things they were supposedly doing to save her from the many troubling things that would snatch her away from him. 

Point is they were each other’s one. You know, each other’s soulmate. The pair put the whole ‘red string of fate’ thing to shame. They were the ones that everyone wanted to be. He was the perfect boy that every girl wanted and she was the pretty girlfriend that everyone wanted on their team. They were it for each other, it was that simple. 

So, two-thirty in the morning, and here she was wide awake. Her hair was messily up in a bun, face free of any makeup and she had on one of his many hoodies purposely left behind. This was his favorite look, every time he saw her like this, he knew he knew he had made the right choice picking her. A cup of green tea was steaming on the side table (although Tom always made it better than she could- must be the British in him), and she had one of her many ratty old poetry books open on her lap. Her eyes and brain soaked up the perfectly strung together sentences while her ears tuned into the quiet music playing from the shitty speaker across the room. 

It was quiet for awhile, nothing disturbing the girl other than her music and page turning-- that was until she heard the familiar sound of keys being thrusted into the lock before unlocking. His pretty girl heard the door open and then shut, bags hitting the floor, before she heard his angelic voice call out. “Darlin’, you awake?” 

Jumping up and throwing her already read book somewhere, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. His voice was everything- everything she missed, everything she loved, everything she wanted. She, of course, had heard it over the phone for the course of the past few months, but this was different. This was real. This was only right outside in the living room, this was a clear voice, no static following. This was her pretty boy. 

Squealing, she made her way out to him, arms opened wide. His arms were open, too, like he was waiting for her to occupy the space in them. Hell, of course he was. He hadn’t held his girl in months and he refused to go another second without feeling her. Once she was close enough, he closed his toned arms around her and spun around, pulling excited laughs out of his girl. 

“Hi pretty girl,” his voice was loud in her ear, but she didn’t care. He was right here, after months and months of being away.

“Hi, Tommy.”

Euphoric. That’s what he was feeling, god, he had missed his pretty girl. Her fingers curled into his hair, pulling his face down to hers, pressing a short series of kisses to his surprisingly soft lips (they were always so damn soft, and she wasn’t ever sure how, she had never seen him use any fucking chapstick). This went on for a few seconds longer, each putting trying to put all their love into said kisses, before their chests started to burn from lack of oxygen. Neither wanted to pull away, Tom whining when Y/N finally did. But after a quick breath, he dove back in, wanting to be close to her. Smiles came in between their kisses, eventually small gasps leaving them both. Their kisses were long and left the other wanting more. Both Tom and Y/N’s arms were pulling each other close, holding them there like they were going to disappear. 

Pushing herself on her toes, Y/N rested her head in the crook of her boy’s neck, breathing in his scent. “I missed you.”

He smiled, his heart warming his chest up. He was sure that she could hear his heartbeat. It was so loud, louder than he wished, but he couldn’t care any less because he could recall a time when Y/N had told him she loved hearing his heartbeat. 

In the most loving way, he pulled away from her, placing his forehead against hers, smiling. The tiredness only now hitting them. He giggled and placed a soft kiss to her nose after she yawned. Their noses were touching, eyes closed in content. “Missed you too, my love.”

 [person A and person B falling asleep together with their heads on the other’s shoulder/head in the backseat of the car while their friend is driving.]

Besides each other, the most important thing to both Tom and Y/N was family. And within family was friends, and they each tried to spend as much time as they could with said family. Which is why Tom and Y/N were both currently in the back of a cramped car. 

A car that was headed two hours away to a very pretty campsite with lots of outside activities. They were all taking a break from their busy schedules to have quality time together. In front was Tom’s best friend, Harrison, and his girlfriend Angel. 

Haz and Angel had been dating for a little over a year (a little short of Tom and Y/N’s long two years), and they were loved just as much as the couple in the back. 

The sun was just barely peeking over the distance, making the sky a pretty pink and orange collage. The radio clock read 6:43AM and Y/N was seriously reconsidering this trip. 

Music was softly playing from the car speakers and Y/N was very grateful for the stop for coffee they had made only twenty minutes earlier. The flavored drink was happily making its way down her throat when Harrison finally spoke. 

“So, I was looking at this place up online, Tom, and they recommended a course only ten minutes away!” Harrison’s free hand was on his pretty girlfriend's leg. Both girlfriends laughed, sharing the funny fact that they were in love with complete dorks. Tom’s eyes widened and a smile broke out onto his face, “Sick! We can go tonight when we’re settled?”

“Sure, man. What are you two planning on doing?” Harrison directed the second part of his response at his girl. Taking a sip of her iced drink, she shrugged looking at her friend in the backseat. 

“Probably just lay out,” the younger of the two suggested, she was silently hoping that Angel was content with that because all Y/N wanted to do was get tan. It had been so long since she tanned that her lovely boyfriend had started calling her casper. It was not fun. The girl desperately needed some sun. When Angel smiled and nodded, Y/N started to get excited at the thought of the warm sun touching her skin. 

It was then that Harrison had decided that had been enough conversation and he turned up the radio. The song that first played was one of the overplayed ones that everyone collectively hated but no one ever had the heart to change. It was extremely annoying, but Y/N found herself humming along and tapping her fingers to the beat on the back of Tom’s hand. They had been holding hands for awhile now and he had brought her hand up to his mouth to leave a soft kiss there, when she started singing. 

The sun was still rising and the couple up front was still quietly talking when Y/N felt Tom’s head fall onto her shoulder. Both of their coffees were long gone and they were not feeling the effects. Instead, they were growing increasingly sleepier, obviously Tom being the most tired seeing as how his eyes were closed and his baby snores were escaping his mouth. 

His pretty girl smiled upon seeing this. She was happy that he was sleeping, he never got enough. She quietly watched him sleep, the soft music that was playing soothing her nerves. Her heart warmed at the sleepy boy, he snuggled closer to her. Her eyes roamed over the small amount of freckles on his nose and the way that his long eyelashes curved over his cheekbones. She watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath, she watched as his fingers subconsciously tightened around hers. 

And unbeknownst to them, Harrison was watching them through the mirror, smiling as Y/N rested her head on her sleepy boy, falling asleep herself. 

[person B falls asleep in person A’s lap and person A is having a conversation with someone else while stroking person B’s hair.]

Long days were not something that was new to Tom and Y/N. They were both used to the long nights and the even longer nights. Tom’s job was not something that they took for granted but it wasn’t helpful when Tom barely got any sleep. Y/N, being the amazing girl she is, was constantly asking him if he was feeling alright, if he was getting enough sleep; eating enough. He loved that about her; how much she cared for those she loved. 

Tom loved his job, sure, but he hated how easily overworked he got. He sometimes just wished he could spend all day with his pretty girl. He wanted nothing more than to be with his girl and stay in bed all day. He would be happy just being with her, no matter what they were doing. As long as he was with his girl he would be perfect. 

Just like now, he was beyond tired and he missed his girl so, so fucking much. So here he was, laying in his girls arms, head in her lap. Harrison was over, happily talking to Y/N about everything and anything. The television was playing in the background at a low volume. Tom’s head was on Y/N’s leg and his body was stretched out on the rest of the couch. He was comfortably in an old hoodie and sweats, all matched up with some fuzzy socks his girl had bought him for his birthday. When he first pulled the spiderman covered socks out of the bag he laughed, a little confused on why he had received socks, but when he tried them out he was in heaven, gaining many “i told you so”s from his girlfriend. 

Tom’s hand was placed on Y/N’s exposed knee, thumb rubbing lovingly. Y/N’s and Harrison’s voice was melting together, blurring in his very tired mind. He felt his girl lean down, lips pressing on his temple before finding his ear and whispering, “It’s okay, pretty boy, go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.” He hummed in response, letting sleep overtake him. He was so, so happy being there with his girl, while she rubbed his curls away from his face while she talked with their friend. He would be happy here with her for the rest of his life and he was completely content with this fact.

[person A helping person B dry and brush their hair after a shower.]

Long and hard days were not something that only Tom owned. They were something Y/N also occasionally had. When her long days came around, she was more whiny than her boy. She would stomp in and throw her things down before finding and latching herself to her pretty guy. She would moan and groan until he dropped everything and gave her the attention she wanted. She would giggle and smile as Tom kissed all over her face. She’d pull him to the couch and snuggle up against him, eyes closed tightly in hopes of shutting away the whole word. 

She’d frown and cry until Tom would push her hair away from her face, softly asking, “Wanna talk about it, darlin’?” 

She’d never want to. She would just shake her head and say, “Just want you.”

He’d smile and he’d feel his heart warm. God, he loved her. He would do anything to see her smile, even if that meant letting her attach herself to him like they were one person. “How ‘bout a shower? Hmm? Might make you feel better.” 

That’s all it took, a shower and she’d come to her senses and realize that everything was alright and that she was being a little ridiculous(not that Tom cared, though, he wouldn’t care if she was the biggest drama queen around, he’d still love her). During her shower, he would gather up her comfiest clothes, including one of his jumpers that she loved (he even would spray it with his cologne so it smelled like him even more) and he’d place them on the sink where she could easily grab them. Sometimes if it was a bad night, he’d help her into siad clothes, but without fail, every time one of these nights happened he would always brush out her knotted hair. This would calm her nerves and to be honest, he liked playing with her hair. She would sleepily stand in front of the bathroom mirror and he’d comb out her hair while whispering sweet nothings to her or singing softly to her. And without fail, every night, she’d turn on her heal and softly kiss her boy, mumbling a very, very cute “I love you.” and then everything was right in the world because he had her and she had him and that’s all they needed.

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*SPOILERS* Thoughts I had while TGD 3x11 “Fractured” aka watch me flip my shit about my otp

Ya girl is already having a stressful year ALREADY and I’m anxious and depressed buuuuut I’m excited for tonight’s ep because my baes said there was some good melendaire content and can’t wait to see what it is and if you’ve been annoyed with my constant hsmtmts content I’m sorry 😂 it was my new fixation especially since tgd was on a break and I’m hoping to get back into the swing of posting more tgd content, we shall see:)) anywayyyys onto my thoughts I insist on sharing for some reason ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m ngl I wasn’t as excited as I normally was tgd to come back on but now I am feeling the excitement and so reaaady 😆

I forgot how fucking sad the last ep was and how much shit the writers put Claire and shaun thru

I missed shea OKAY I ADMIT IT season 1 shea was just *chefs kiss* PERFECTION

Oh yeah I remember watching this sneak peek and being annoyed af with glassman because he’s an asshole as always and I’m tired oh him and his shitty thoughts/opinions and him shitting on lea and being annoyed because she just wants to be friends with shaun which there’s nothing wrong with that they can JUST be bffs glassy

Did someone really just yell they need a Doctor I mean of course they do you’re in an ER 😂

Morgan being SHOOK about that pain of childbirth lmaooo

Yoooo it’s Rico from Hannah Montana and yaaaasss bitch Claire is on her way back to being her compassionate self

Oof trouble with sharly

Y’all I AM CHEESING SO HARD AT THAT MELENDAIRE MOMENT OH MY GOD that was so freakin great she’s opening up to Melendez and he seems to know about her mom and I just it was BEAUTIFUL they’re going back to pre l*mlendez and connecting and sharing their feelings and talking about their past WE’RE ONLY 10 MINUTES IN AND IM HAVING A HEART ATTACK

Oh my god Morgan stop why you gotta be so mean sometimes bby 😂

Yesss shaun snapping back at Morgan’s sarcastic comments

Fuck park up Claire I’m sick of so many characters in this show oh my god lmao

Aww Melendez wanting to side with his boo

This patient who doesn’t want narcotics has the same name as me 👀

How can this lady keep a straight face with how much pain she must be in omg I would not be able to do what she’s doing

Melendez looks so fucking in love with Claire while she’s arguing her case and aww my baby has been thru so much and overcome so much and she’s a kickass doctor and human being and I love her

Don’t y’all love how Claire can always win Melendez over 😂

Park is such a dramatic hardass lol

Aww shaun is making a pros and cons list of lea and Carly

It’s so weird hearing my name mentioned on the show

Oh so asshole Andrews is still somehow married despite the fact that his wife is never shown and he never talks about her

Ayyye I just realized no lim so far this ep I mean I miss her but I’m glad there will be no l*mlendez nonsense because of it but at the same time it sucks her character was really reduced to just being a love interest??!?! The writers really don’t know what to do with a character when they make them chief of surgery 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Holy shit that’s a lot of drugs and not how I pictured balloon drugs to look lol

Lmaoo park jealous about Melendez giving his attention to Claire and letting her do the honors thank god SUCK IT PARK CLAIRE GETS TO DO THE LEAD ON CLOSE BECAUSE SHES NOT AN ASSHOLE LIKE YOU kindness always wins when are you gonna learn that, Melendez doesn’t stay impressed with his residents intelligence for long you gotta bring more to the table

Aww shaun listing all the things he likes about Carly and I’m glad he’s telling Carly the truth but now she’s sad and he’s sad and now I’m sad

😭😭 why did I think the moments that were gonna make me cry were over I hate glassman but that was so sweet and shaun finally admitting his fears about being left to glassman was a lot and shaun willingly hugging him ENDED ME

CLAIRE IS BACK TO INSPIRING PEOPLE

Jesus Christ that was intense and graphic and the classical music going with it the JUXTAPOSITION (ooh look at me using fancy words lol)

Man y’all really couldn’t let Claire catch a break and have a good day huh 🙃🙃 LET HER HEAL ASSHOLES (post ep edit look like Melendez is gonna help her heal 👀👀)

Oh my god oh my god oh my god I CANT BREATHE AM I REALLY GETTING MELENDEZ COMFORTING CLAIRE MOMENT OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAD TO PAUSE IT IM FREAAAAKING OUT

IS ANYBODY ELSE GETTING BALCONY FLASHBACKS FROM SEASON 2 OH MY GOD IF NO ONE ELSE HAS GIFFED THAT YET I WILL 😭😭 I haven’t even gotten to them talking because I’m so psyched about this parallel Jesus Christ I can’t

Claire STOP I paused it again lmao BUT THATS WHAT MELENDEZ LOVES ABOUT YOU REMEMBER THAT YOURE DIFFERENT AND SMART AND SPECIAL MY HEAAAART OH MY GOD

HE JUST TOLD HER THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH HER SEEING THE BEST IN PEOPLE AND BEING GRATEFUL TO BE ABLE TO WORK WITH HER HOLY FUCKING SHIT NOW ITS A PARALLEL BACK TO SEASON 1 my heaaaart fuck

THIS IS OUR MELENDAIRE SEASON GUYS WE’RE BACK 😭😭😭

The sharly angst is killing me and now we’re never gonna see lea if shaun moves out :// BUT SHAUN JUST TOLD CARLY HE LOVES HER 😭

WOW JUST WOW an amazing fucking ep 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I’m so freakin glad we got more of a focus on the doctors and not the patients it was freakin beautiful and honestly one of my favorite eps so far like I don’t think I was bored with any of it

THAT MELENDAIRE CONTENT THO YOOOOOO the greatest moment of my life oh my god I’m still not over it I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT and now I’m wondering if should make that melendaire video I wanted to now with their season 3 moments 👀👀 or wait until the season ends because IM SURE WE’LL GET MORE GOD BLESS 🙌🏼

Are we really getting melendaire working together again next ep

P.s. check out my melendaire gifset

#the good doctor #claire browne #neil melendez #tgd #melendaire #shaun murphy #shea #sharly #morgan reznick #alex park

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All eyes on you - Pt 8

Warning: This story definitely has some Dubcon possibly some NonCon and features a Dark!Steve as well as a shady!Bucky in places. This is NOT a happy here he come to save the day fic.  If you don’t like that then please don’t read this.  It is intended for 18+ readers only

“Hey Doll, we’ve got a guest” Belle was pulled from her blissful state as Steve called out to her. She wasn’t so much tired as just really relaxed.  The music has been gentle and she had just let swell over her and she floated.  It wasn’t much like her and she was starting to worry that the blow to the head had caused more damage than they had thought, she would need to ask Steve.  Sitting more upright she ran her hands over her hair to smooth it down and then over her face, she had barely pulled herself together when the living room door was opened and Steve came in chatting with another man.  

Taking a second Belle looked over the new comer, he was tall, though shorter than Steve, and where Steve was light this man was dark and quite frankly a little foreboding.  She cast a quick glance to Steve - he seemed more than happy for her to meet this man, surely he wouldn’t introduce her to someone who would mean her harm.

“…and here is the lady of the moment.  Steve turned to gesture to Belle.  “Belle - I want you to meet a very old friend of mine - James,  Buck this is the young lady I was telling you about”

Belle went to stand but this new man - James gestured for her to sit “Hey now don’t get up on my account, from what Stevie here tells me that ankle of yours needs all the rest it can get” He held out his hand and offered her a smile “Like the punk said I’m James Barnes, most folks just call me Bucky though”

His smile softened his face a great deal and Belle couldn’t help but return it with a small smile of her own “Well it’s very nice to meet you James”

“You too, I wish it was under better circumstances, but things are what they are - it was a good job that Stevie here was out and about and found you”

Belle nodded unsure of what to make of this man.  “Lets give Stevie two minutes to come back with some coffee and then i’ll let you know what I’ve found “

“Found?” Belle was confused 

“Mmhmm.  I hope Stevie has been looking after you ok, and has let you get plenty of rest”

Belle had the feeling that this friend of Steves was trying to poke fun at him and it rilled her up. Steve had been wonderful and she wouldn’t hear anyone speak against him 

“He’s been amazing actually  He has done more for me than I can ever repay him for”

“I don’t doubt it - Steve is a good man - sometimes too good …”

Belle found herself bristling at what Bucky was implying “Let me assure you Mr Barnes.  I am not looking to take advantage of Steve. I am very grateful for all he has done for me and I’m not planning to impose on him for much longer” Her head pounded in time with her annoyance.  Belle couldn’t believe what she was being accused of!  Did this man think she had faked her injuries?

The stand off was broken when Steve came in with a tray of coffee mugs and looked between the two sensing the obvious tension 

“Everything ok here?”

“Sure Belle and I were chatting - I think i’ve upset her though.  You’ll have to forgive me Belle - you see i’ve been looking out for Steve for a long time and some habits are hard to break”

Belle gave Bucky a tight smile “Of course. I completely understand” but she wasn’t likely to actually forgive him any time soon.

“Belle I asked Bucky to look into what happened to you - see if he could find out any information.  Buck …”

“Well I had a dig around, there wasn’t much to find on the camera footage of where you had your accident Belle - things are too shadowed, it looked like there was a figure there but I wasn’t able to get  a clear shot.  I spoke to the folks at the bar you work at - they said there was a problem with a customer”

Belle nodded “Yeah just the usual though - he was rude and handsy but I’m fairly sure all he did was go home and sleep it off”

Bucky nodded and Steve scowled “ I managed to get some footage from the bar “ Bucky reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope and rifled through it producing a picture.  “This is the chap from the bar -  correct?”  

Belle looked down at the shot and gave a hard swallow.  In front of her was a still, obviously from the clubs security camera of the asshole from the night before his hand wrapped around her wrist “Yeah that’s him”

“Ok.  So I went to check on him -no sign of him at his address of place of business. I spoke with the landlord and he let me look inside his apartment.  It was in rough shape but there was nothing out of the ordinary other than this”  

Belle let out a gasp as Bucky puled out a t-shirt that she recognized.  It was the one from weeks ago that she thought she had lost 

“But… how.. I mean Why?  I had a shirt like that - i thought it was lost”  Steve moved to sit next to her, his arm curling over her shoulders as he pulled her into his warm body. His lips grazed the top of her head as he rocked her a little. 

“Im sorry, I know this must be upsetting.  My best guess is that he broke into your apartment and took it.  I found it under his bed. “

Belle couldn’t help but feel sick - she turned her face into Steve’s chest missing the shared grin between the two friends

“I also took the liberty of checking your apartment Belle,  Would you call yourself a tidy person?”

“I beg your pardon?”

 “Bucky!” 

Steve and Belle both spoke at the same time. Steve had known the tack that Bucky was planning to take, but he had also assumed that his friend would be a little more gentle about it.

Bucky held up a hand “I’m sorry, I needed to check.  Belle is this how your apartment looked when you left it”  More rifling and more pictures were produced 

Belle’s hand raised to her mouth and tears welled . The shots were of her apartment, she recognized her things  but it looked like it had been completely ransacked.  Her clothes were all over the floor, her mattress looked to have been slashed and gouged and her kitchen was a filthy hovel 

“Oh my god!”

“Jesus Bucky put them away”

“I’m sorry I needed to check. The thing is the man in the picture,” Bucky gestured to the first image “Gavin Newton has gone missing - he had items of you clothing, you were attacked and your apartment destroyed.” Bucky paused for dramatic effect before running his hand through his his hair. “The bottom line is that I think he’s been watching you, probably for some time and to be frank I think you could be in danger”

Belle looked between Bucky and Steve her face pale and her eyes wide with shock.  “I…I don’t understand.  I  hadn’t seen him anywhere before the other night at the bar.  This shirt has been missing for ages. I mean - I don’t know how he got it, but …” Her mind was whirling and the headache that had been lingering surged forward again.  Groaning she rubbed at her head 

“What would you suggest that we do Bucky.  I know Belle was wanting to go home to recover, I mean obviously we would need to fix things up” Steve looked to his friend as he gently guided Belle further into his side, arm tightening.

Bucky shook his head “I totally understand why you would want to be back at home Belle, but honestly I don’t think you would be safe.  If your top has been missing for as long as you say, my best guess would be that this guy has been creeping on you for a while”  He could see the fear in Belle’s face and watched as Steve squeezed her in what Bucky assumed would be a comforting way.

“Do you have anyone you could stay with?” He knew his question would upset Steve but in order make this whole plan work they needed to ensure that they followed the steps that someone actually would go through 

He watched as Belle’s face fell further “No I don’t.  I … I’ll need to go back to the apartment and sort out the mess and then maybe see if the landlord will let me get some new locks…” her voice trailed off and Bucky schooled his face into an expression of concern

“No.  That’s not going to happen,” Steve cut in “I’m sorry Belle but I can’t let you go back there, knowing that it isn’t safe.  If you don’t have anywhere else that you can stay then you will stay here.  I am out of the house fairly often but you can have the run of the place until we know what has happened with the Gavin.  I simply couldn’t sleep at night if I didn’t know that you were safe”

Belle was shaking her head but Bucky knew that it was a moot point,  Steve wasn’t going to let her go, and if she didn’t buy this story then he was fairly sure that he would have some other plan.

Belle closed her eyes trying to think through the pounding pain in her head.  She was aware of Steve and Bucky talking quietly but she had no desire or ability to focus on their words even If they related to her.  Some man she didn’t know from Adam had wrecked her house and seemed to have attacked her.  Why? What had she done to warrant that kind of attention?

Her thoughts just spun around, with nothing making all that much sense. Steve’s arm was still around her shoulders and she felt herself slump a little further into his side, the warm smell of him somehow comforting to her muddled senses.

“Oh god!” Belle’s sudden cry had both Steve and Bucky turning to face her “The other woman! what about the other woman!”  Her heart was pounding in her chest as she pulled herself upright pushing her hair from her face. She moved her glance between the two men.  They just looked back at her confused.  

Belle shifted forwards her hand going to the pictures that sat on the ottoman, there had to be a shot of her somewhere,  What if this man who wanted to hurt her had turned his attention to the woman who had helped her at the bar.  Hands shaking she tried to move the pictures around, her body not moving the way she wanted. The pictures fell to the ground and with a cry of frustration Belle slipped her body off the sofa onto the floor, grabbing at the images.

Bucky looked at Steve in confusion.  Steve moved forward and crouched down calmly taking hold of Belle’s hands, moving so he was holding her wrists and keeping them still until she looked at him.  Her eyes made his heart ache, thy were wide open, tears pooling in the corners and her pupils were blown wide.  he could feel her heart thundering through her pulse.

“Belle I need you to stop, we don’t understand and can’t help”

Her breath coming in pants Belle blinked and then showed in frustration pulling a little to try and free her hands, her injured wrist aching as she did so “There was a woman, at the bar”�� The tears started to fall “She helped me and…. the tears started to turn into sobs “She helped me with him and now….”  Belle tried to pull away again, she had to show them “She helped me….”

Steve suddenly understood.  “The night you were hurt a woman at the bar helped you when that man touched you”  Belle nodded.  “Ok and you’re worried that he might of hurt her” the nods became more frantic and the tears fell more quickly

Steve kept his face serious as he looked up a Bucky “Did you see another woman on the footage Buck? Could you see if you can find anything out about her and check up on her”. 

Bucky nodded “Sure, I wasn’t looking for that last time but I think I remember seeing someone.  I’m sure she is fine.  The thing is guys like this fellow, they tend to focus their attention in one place, but I can check her out.  Maybe stop off and warn her”

Belle looked up at him, all big eyes softened with tears and he could see why Steve had picked her.  She was soft and gentle and just what his friend would need.  He was also impressed that she had thought of Nat.  He had seen the confrontation when he had pulled up the camera footage and had a chuckle at how the asshole who had laid hands on Steve’s girl had been shocked when the petite red head had caused him so much trouble.

“It’s kind of late now, how about this - tonight I’ll go back and see what I can find out about this woman and then first thing tomorrow I’ll track her down and check up on her,  As soon as I’ve gotten some information I’ll let Steve know and you can out your mind to rest”. 

Bucky’s blue yes seemed to bore into hers and she found that she couldn’t look away.  Blinking slowly she nodded her head processing what he was saying.  She wanted to say that he had to check on her tonight, but if it was late then maybe she would be pissed if he disturbed her.  

Her eyes glanced over to Steve who was still looking at her with concern.  “You hear that Doll, Buck will find out what he can and let us know.  Now sitting down here isn’t going to help all of these injuries.  How about we get you up to bed and let you rest.  Can you give me 5 minutes Bucky?”

Belle found herself scooped up and being carried out of the room, the sudden movement making her feel sick.  She closed her eyes, resting her head against Steves chest, not opening them again until she felt the soft mattress below her.  The lights in the room were dim and and soothing and she watched Steve as he busied himself first with the covers before heading towards the bathroom with a glass

“I’m gonna get you a glass of water Doll and a pain killer”

“I…” Belle’s voice cracked as she tried to speak “I don’t think that I need the pain killers.  They’re making my head feel…. wrong”

Steve came back through, glass in hand.  “How about something a little more gentle, you need to rest and I’m worried you could be in shock.  Just something so you can rest well”

The constant pounding in her head made the decision for her “OK, but not the ones from before”. 

“Of course sweetheart.  I don’t want you taking anything you’re not happy with.  I think I have some soluble aspirin in here- would that be ok?”

“Sure”. Belle rubbed at her temples trying to ease the pain

Steve returned with the glass a moment later swirling the liquid around gently and when he handed it to her, she could see the last of the aspirin dissolving. It was far from pleasant but she managed to swallow it down as Steve watched

“OK now you should try and get some rest.  I’m going to go and see Bucky out” 

#dark!steve rogers dark!steve dark!steve x ofc kidnapping stalking dub/con non/con

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Evermore

A reylo victorian au

Sorry for late edits and short fics I have been very busy and tired 😔😌 but here I am to deliver more short reylo fic . thanks everyone for reblogging my fics and edits as well leaving comments . I appreciate it a lot everyone ! Thanks everyone for taking your time in reading it .

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Evermore

A reylo victorian

After rey gave the devistated news to her parents about captain Han Solo's death . her father general chewie didn't take it well .

"I'm sorry father , I didn't want to give you this news ." chewie embrace his daughter .

" it's alright my sweet child , captain solo was a dearest friend to me we always was on battles . we were together in the great and unpleasant moments ".

"I can imagine father , it's hard to lose someone dear to you ". Rey's cheat tighten , she didn't want to feel the pain from losing Poe again .

Ben was looking from the window, how the employees of the ranch kept their daily work . everyone in the big house was talking about his arrival especially in town . he didn't care what others thought about him , he come back for a reason which some how doesn't seem to quite understand . Ben knew he had come back after father lor san tekka told him about his father illness and his mother, maybe it was his conscience his dark and sick .."

"Master solo " cp3o said behind the door .

" come in "

"Master solo, unkar plutt has arrived ."

"Let him in "

"Of course sir ".

"So unkar plutt, you Have been in charge on my father's money I'll say fortune ?" Ben rised his eyebrow , Ben couldn't stand those that weren't honest or faithful to him . Benchecked the books somehow the numbers didn't add up he knew right away .

"Yes sir "

Bebthrow the book in front of unkar plutt " can you explain why have you stolen money from my father ?!"

"N..nnno sir I haven't !"

"Then tell me ! Where's the rest of it ! If you don't tell me ! I'll held you arrested ."

"No sir !please I beg you ! Not that ! I haven't stolen anything, I let master cassian borrow from your father's money, he promised to give it back . he gave me the documents from general chewie home , until he gives me the money back I'll give him in return the house documents !"

" you won't give him anything back those documents belongs to me ! Im the rightful owner of that house now . when he comes by tell him I have them ,if he wants them back he has to come and see me it's that clear !"

The ball was tomorrow rey didn't want anything to do with it. The dress maker had come to her home so she could wear the dress . her mother lady maz was amazed of how beautiful her daughter looked .

"You look beautiful rey , you will be the most beautiful girl in the ball my darling child ." Rey started crying ,maz's face turn serious she dismissed everyone from the room .

" what is it now child ! You been acting strange why on earth are you crying ?"

" it's nothing " , lady maz grabbed her daughter by the arm and turn her around "tell me ! Who is it ?"

"What ? Its no one mother !" Rey replied in surprised

" child you think I'm dumb enough to believe that , your going to tell me in this moment who is it !"

"Alright ! You want to know mother !" Rey shouted , tears running down her cheeks "im in love with someone else "

" who ?!"

"Poe dameron, he is a soldier for the resistance and I love him , but I don't know if he is died . A letter came in last time and it said that he was missing in action possible dead ".

"What ! Since when have you been seeing this boy ?"

" we meet in the church on takodana a two years ago "

" I don't want to hear anymore, enough ! The daughter of a general going out in secret seeing with a man who we don't know who is he ".

" Poe is a respectful man mother " .

"Respectful ? Seeing in secret with a young lady of good family ? That isn't respect nor did have respect for our family !"

"He was but I told him not to "

" your going to marry child ! And thats my and your fathers final word , don't even mention this to your father " , Rey watched as her mother left the room angry . Rey felt to the floor on her knees crying she didn't want to marry anyone she won't it was cruel .

The night of the ball came , everyone from great and prestigious family attande the ball. there was beautiful instrumental music coming from the chewie mansion .

rey didn't understand how her mother could afford the lavish ball. Her father was in bankruptcy she knew that the family was having encomic problem general chewie didn't say anything to her she knew her father didn't want to worried her . the general didn't attend the ball he had gone to see his ranch crops that he had outside takkodana and also see if they could loan him money .

"Rey you look like an angel !" Rose smiled at her friend rey just turn to face the window .

" I'm not marrying anyone rose , Poe is coming you'll see ".

" Rey you know deep down that he isn't , Rey you will marry one day it's your faith my friend ".

"Than what a cruel and trouble faith I have ". Rose caressed Rey's hand

" lets go you have a ball to attend to."

Ben was in inside general chewie mansion it's was beautiful lady maz had taste .

"Sir , may I take your belongings ?"

"Yes , of course ".

Ben looked handsome he notice many young ladies looking at him, he kept walking ,suddenly he saw miss rey coming down the stairs . she looked like angel from heaven she was beautiful . it was beyond anything in this galaxy she was beautiful but Ben saw more then that,since the first day he saw her. she smile at everyone in the room as she pass through the guest a young lady walked next to her she must be a friend from miss rey . Ben had to get near her he had to talk to her he wanted know everything from her .

Leia when to see lor san tekka at the church

"Lady leia , what a pleasant surprise ," leia kissed the father's hand .

"Father may I speak with you?"

"Yes of course lady leia you want something to drink ? ,"

" No I'm alright thank you "

"So tell me , how's everything going ? Has Ben doing well"

"Yes , he is very responsible takes very seriously his work and responsibilities at the ranch ,but my son has changed will of course he has what did I expect but I'm full of joy to have him home with me . "

" don't worry leia everything within its time will be better you'll see ."

" I know , I just wished that Han would have seen him more ,I hope one day my son finds someone that will love him make him at least happy . I know he had gone through things I know I was a ba... "

" No leia you weren't a bad mother if things happened the way it happened because it was the force that wanted it but don't ever blame your self for the actions or choses that your son and you know who else took ." Leia stare at father san tekka , leia just hope her son finds the light and leaves the dark .

Like always no drama my mean people don't like it don't bother on looking I don't want mean and hateful comments . peace ✌🖤

#kylo x rey #rey edit #reylo au #reylo fanfic #ben and rey #benrey #rey and ben solo #victorianreylo

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☕ ( S P AM S :"D im not sorry tbh let her bitch )

send me   ‘ ☕ ‘   and my muse will talk about someone they don’t like and why; accepting | @stagekiller

Everyone and their mother must have known by now; A conflict between sisters—the deep seeded hatred towards the “perfect”, “well deserving”, “prettier” sibling was fairly popular these days.

Though Blackfire made it painfully obvious of her loathing, she’d only now realized Jerome was one of the few people who lacked this knowledge despite sharing similar qualities of their upbringing. They would have much to talk about. They could. Yet Blackfire didn’t feel the need to bring it up. And for good reason. He was just as vile and untrustworthy as she. And having met someone who shared a similar backstory along with her hardened traits was a dangerous concoction to stir in the pot.

However. As the days flew by, the rude uninvited appearances at both their homes, their very awkward displaying of interest, constant stealing, the needling, the prying, pushing, shoving, beating the hell out of each other until their blood soaked their threads from head-to-toe—maybe he grew on her a bit? Or was it the pain, so addicting it sent her coming back for seconds? Who knows?

Today though, it was her turn for a break-in. By that, it meant alien powerhouse simply walking through every booby trap and trick, carefully strung throughout the shelter, opening the door without a scratch on her to show for it.

When she enters, she’d hope to she an agitated ginger ready to clobber her with a bat or something. But he, as always, was working on something for his next grand scheme—probably not even aware she was there. She’d slam his door with the force powerful enough to shake the building, her way of yelling ‘pay attention to me!’

At least it got him to look up.                    …Only for a second.

Christ. What’s an alien got to do to be noticed around here?

Ugh. Whatever.

She’s already made herself cozy on his sofa, feet up, looking around at the “art” on his walls—mostly pictures of historical art…with him somehow woven into them. Is this guy for real?

Just when she thought she’s seen—or rather—heard it all, the music in the background catches an ear. Was that…him? Did he seriously go out of the way to make music with himself as the vocalist? Good god. Her ears were bleeding.

Eventually, the redhead does come around—by tackling Blackfire to the floor giving her the long awaited beating of a lifetime. Of course they had to have their daily tussle, going at it until their bodies were bloodied, bruised, scratched, cut, and tired until they couldn’t bare to move.

Both lie on the floor to catch their breath, Blackfire tiredly holding Jerome’s wrist to halt his very tired attempts at continuous punching—eventually all coming to a collapse.

Blackfire wasn’t certain how the conversation got started out. Jerome saying something jokey about building his stamina before he takes out his brother?

And who was that she wondered, gently tossing his hand away before wiping blood from her busted lip.

“Ha…What makes you hate him so?” She’s shaking out her hand, popping something back into place before going limp, “Let me guess, he’s the “star” pupil? The only son your parents could love? Constant comparison, the “preferred”? My, my, my. Does that sound familiar.~” She doubts he’s listening. Probably tuning her out to relax to his…self-made music.

“Starfire—my dearest little sister, ugh. So many years wasted brooding over nothing. I don’t think there is a word strong enough to convey the searing rage I feel for her. Yes, hate is a “strong” word. But not strong enough.

I cannot stand everything about that prissy, perfect, air-headed, cunt ragged, barbie doll piece of shit. I had to endure everything those people did to me without a word to my k'norfka. Why? Because complaints only led to my face taking high fives, and bruises weren’t ‘regal’—which only led to more and more punishment.” She’s looking over her manicured, bruised hand and pulling away a couple hangnails, “When miss perfect came into the world, she got everything handed to her—complains got her THINGS. Kindness earned her respect. Meanwhile I got disciplined when I would give Starfire a slap or two. Like she didn’t deserve it? That little bitch took everything of mine—my respect, my things, my crown, my life. I think it’s only fair she got a beating at least ONCE.

Mumsy-poo wouldn’t even look at me anymore. And “daddy” was much too “busy” to care. Those people even planned to have me succumb to poison after I was stung by a ton'k beetle to end my “misery” of being—” Ugly she would have said. Yet she finds herself reeling away from that word—that word that chased her down all over tamaran. It hurt too much to even think about it, let alone allow it to become a semblance of thought.

“For Stafire? They all dropped to the floor and acted like stairs if it meant keeping her sandals pristine. For me? Ha…ha. Aha. I was just a joy ride meant to serve.” Okay. Maybe she’d gone on a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle too much. Even she was sick of hearing herself speak.

“…What I wouldn’t give to sink my nails into her throat and watch her choke on the blood that bound us for eternity.~

               You ever feel that way with your sibling, sweetface?“

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[umikawa]

Parties- Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Just trashy writing again :)

A/n: Nothing really, im gonna start working on a series so maybe if you like these you'll stick around for that? Feedback helps.

(Gif is not mine)

Tony was throwing another one of his extravagant, and over the top extra, parties. Sure you enjoyed some parties, but Tony's? They were just too much. Strangers? A lot of people just crowded around make you dizzy. You didn't technically have social anxiety, you just didn't particularly like very big crowds, except concerts because concerts are the best. Whenever Tony had one of his Parties you would put on a comfortable dress, little make-up, and converse because heels are a pain. When you were finished you would head down to the party, get a drink from the bar, talk to people for a bit, then leave somewhere else.

Today was no different except Bucky would be there too, Bucky has been apart of the avengers for a while now but since he's never been to a party before, Tony made him. Bucky, of course, was not excited. Sure parties were alright but he just didn't like them as much anymore. So when Bucky finished getting ready, clad in a red henley shirt a leather jacket and some dark jeans, he walked out of his room to see you wearing a knee high maroon dress that had flowers at the bottom and your signature converse. You were an attractive woman, he knew that since the day he met you, he just would never admit it. So seeing you in a dress was a shock to say the least but you looked beautiful in it, maybe he'd get some courage to talk to you?

You walked towards the bar and grabbed a beer you talked to random people for a bit, said a few words to Bruce and Nat, then headed for the balcony like always. Everything was great, you had your beer, it was quiet besides the music playing from inside, you just weren't expecting someone to follow you.

You heard their footsteps from behind you until they stopped and they were right beside you.

'Hi'

Bucky Barnes, Steve's best friend, the kind and quiet guy. Why was he talking to you and not in the party?

You looked over at him and softly smiled, 'Hey'

'So what are you doing out here? Wouldn't you rather be inside?'

'Not a fan of big crowds, plus i get away from the drunkees. Besides it's nice out here'

'Yeah that's true, i agree with the last part except that it's snowing and you don't have a jacket'

'Snow's nice and I'm fine really'

'Nope i don't want you to catch a cold,' He removed his jacket and held it towards you. 'Here take it'

You looked at it questioningly and slowly reached for it, 'You Sure?'

He chuckled and said, 'Yes i don't want you to get sick!'

You chuckled too, 'Alright! I'll take it,' you took the jacket from his hands and swung it around you shoulders putting it fully on. You stood on your tip-toes and kissed his cheek, 'Thanks Bucky'

He scratched the back of his neck, 'Y-yeah you're welcome'

You giggled and set your gaze back to the sky. You could see the lights of New York from the distance, the blur of the city was always beautiful to you. Bucky looked in the same direction as you, he saw blurs of light and falling snow. He turned his head towards you, you were hugging the jacket close to you, clearly meaning you were still a bit cold. Mustering up some confidence Bucky wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him. You looked up at him and smiled wrapping an arm around him as well.

'Did you know you're really warm'

Bucky laughed, 'Yeah i can tell, you're clinging to me like a koala'

'Sorry'

'Don't apologize, it's cute'

This made your heart flutter, you've had a crush on Bucky since the first time you talked to him. You looked up at him to see him looking down at you with a smile on his face, he clearly knew what he said. An idea popped in your heard and you grinned at him,

'Dance with me'

'What?'

'Dance with me you goob!'

You pulled him to the middle of the balcony and wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist. You certainly did not know how to dance so you just swayed around.

'Doll, you do know we're just swaying around and not dancing right?'

'I am aware, yes'

'You don't know how to dance do you?'

'Is it obvious?'

'A little bit yeah. But it's alright, I'm fine with this'

You guys stayed like this for a while, just swaying around, but then you started to yawn.

'You tired doll? You've been yawning every ten seconds'

'Yeah just a little bit, but i want to stay with you'

Now it was his hearts turn to flutter, he never expected the night to turn out like this but he's happy it did. He would have never guessed that he would like you but his heart and mind said otherwise. He pulled you into a hug and kissed your head,

'I know, i want to stay with you too. But you need to get some sleep'

You held onto him tighter, not expecting to get so attached so soon, but of course you did.

'I'm sorry, i feel clingy right now'

'It's alright doll. If you want to spend some more time with me how about we have a little sleepover?' He suggested.

'A sleepover? Are you serious? If you are I'm all for it, but what if people get the wrong idea?'

'I'm pretty sure everyone will get the wrong idea but we'll just say we didn't do anything obviously. That is if anyone notices'

'Okay. Let's go'

With that being said they walked back inside and headed for their rooms, which were conveniently right next to each other. Bucky went into his room to change into something more comfortable and Y/n went into hers to do the same. A couple minutes later there was a knock on your door,

You pulled your shirt down and called out, 'It's open!'

In walked bucky still wearing the red Henley shirt but with black sweatpants. You were changed into a short sleeved grey shirt and black sweatpants, you jumped on your bed and patted the spot next to you. He shook his head at your playfulness and climbed into the bed next to you, you both got into the spooning position and lay there for a while whithout talking until Bucky broke the silence,

'Hey Y/n?'

'Yeah'

'Does this change anything between us?'

You turned around to face him and asked, 'what do you mean?'

He looked at you for a moment trying to decide what to say, until he finally said it.

'I really like you Y/n'

You stared into his eyes searching for any sign that he was just messing around, you must have been staring for a while because he said,

'I-It's fine if you don't feel the same it's just I-

You cut him off by placing your lips on his getting a response almost immediately. You reached up and put one hand on his cheek while he put a hand your waist. You two pulled apart after a few seconds and looked at each other.

'I really like you too'

'Well yeah i sort of figured that out' he laughed out.

'So what does this make us?'

'Do you want to be my girlfriend?'

'Hell yeah, Do you want to be my boyfriend?'

'Course i do. Now let's get some sleep

'Goodnight you goob'

'Goodnight  doll'

The next morning

You started to wake up at around ten am, the sun was blaring through the blinds but all you saw was red fabric. Remembering the events of last night you smiled to yourself.

Bucky had already been awake for a while now but he was waiting for you to wake up before getting up. When he saw your eyes open and you smiling to yourself, he smiled and started running his fingers through your hair. You buried your face into his chest as a response, you pressed a kiss to his chest and lifted your head up to look at him.

'You're really cute you know that?'

You giggled, 'Thanks, You're cute too you goob'

The moment was cut short by a knock on the door,

'Y/n! Have you seen Bucky? He's not in his room!'

Oh it was Steve.

'Yeah, come in!'

The door opened and Steve looked frantic until his eyes saw your bed and there laid Bucky. His face turned red and he began to stutter,

'D-Did you two uh Fondue?'

'Wha- No! We have been fully clothed since the party!'

'Oh Thank god! Okay then what's this'

'A sleepover duh'

He was hesitant, 'Right sure okay'

'Hey punk guess what'

'What?'

'I got a girlfriend'

'What since when'

You laughed quietly and Bucky answered, 'Since last night peas for brains'

'Okay yeah that makes sense to this' he said as he motioned towards you and Bucky.

'Yeah so did you need something or were you just checking if i knew where Bucky was?'

'Yeah, no i was just looking for Bucky yeah. Anyways you guys can stay up here i guess, just don't fondue or anything'

'Bye Stevie!'

'Bye Y/n/n!'

'How come you guys get cute nicknames'

'Hey, you get to call me something no else gets to'

'And what's that?'

'Your girlfriend'

Masterlist

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #avengers imagines #avengers

[c0co-cos]

Blue's Highest Rank

I felt horrible because I wrote someone else a story, but I didn't write @nozapuns-nsfw a story. So i'd like to award this Fan Fic to them. I absolutely love their artwork, and I hope they continue to work of their 'Fractured comic'

I love how listening to a song can completely change my idea for this story. It was first gonna be a full story and all, but throughout downloading music on my phone for a trip im taking, I found a gem.

The gem was "Oh Cruel Darkness, Embrace Me" by IAMX

So basically that's the song you should listen to while reading this.

Summary: Blue Berry was the best of the best. He was quickly going up the ranks to become part of the Royal Guard. That changed when Blue was introduced to Alphys and Undyne.

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Chapter 1: Oh Cruel Darkness, Embrace Me

Blue Berry was quickly working up the ranks. He started on the lowest of the low. Then he met Alphys, and thank lord he did. He was training with her, Every. Single. Day. He didn't really have any prior interactions with Alphys, but out of luck, they bonded quickly and things got straight to the point.

He had liked his time spent with Alphys, there was never a dull moment, Also he never knew what he was going to do during training. It always changed. It went to dodging attacks one day, to making Tacos in her kitchen the next. There was always something new to learn.

Blue wasn't sure when he met Undyne, but he knew Papyrus was friends with her. Papyrus didn't really get out the house much to hang out with anyone. Only time he went out was when he planned to get black out drunk at Muffets, but other than that, he found Papyrus going to Undyne's lab at random times during the night. He must have had a good reason to get up and go though. It wouldn't have been for nothing.

To Blues surprise, Papyrus actually knew Alphys. They had been friends before Undyne met Alphys. It always amazed Blue how almost everyone knew everyone in the underground.

Id it wasn't for Papyrus, he wouldn't know half the people he knows now. Papyrus was amazing. If it wasnt for him, Blue wouldn't have a room to sleep in nor have supplies to make food, even though Papyrus was mostly a lazy bum, he was Blue's lazy bum brother.

"Hey Alphys! Im here for today's training!" Blue couldn't wait for today's training, Alphys had something new in store, and laster on, Papy was going to come over and view their hard work.

Alphys jumped at the sudden loud voice coming outside her house. She had invited Blue earlier than usual, it wasn't something new shes done, but today she had a reason, and pulling it off wasn't going to be easy.

"Woah Blue, you scared me! Come on in, I gotta prepare the rest of the supplies."

Blue had already let himself in with the Key she leaves under the door mat.

"Wow Alphys, this place looks better and better each time we cook! With that being said, what are we making today? More tacos?"

"No, something better. Lets look at the menu."

Blue grabbed the piece of paper with the big letters on it spelling out 'MENU'. It had also been something Alphys did to tease Blue right before they started cooking. It was always Tacos, but he kept up the running gag, just for the giggles of it.

He unfolded it, revealing what they were going to make today. He eyes shrunk with fear.

"Today were making you.... Alphys this isnt funny you know!"

He saw Alphys out of the corner of his eye, he could see bright yellow magic coming off from her magically formed weapon. She loved using an axe. He quickly moved out the way, also using his bone attack to dodge it. He moved just in time, any second later, he would have been dust.

"Ha, nice Blue! You're getting better and quicker with each attack I throw your way. Sorry about my lil joke there, had to do something to get you distracted."

Blue's heart was pounding out of his chest. He knew at one point furing todays training, this would happen. Alphys said she does this to make him become aware of his surrounding at all times, but it still scared him shitless. Alphys could tell that Blue was very shook.

"Oh gosh, im sorry Blue. I should have done it while we were actually cooking. I won't do it again, I swear, just sit down at the table and ill make you some tea."

Blue dis just that. It was great to know Alphys didn't mean any harm, she never does. It was just a small scare, nothing else right?

"Here your tea Blue, again im sorry I did that. I wrote it for the fuck of it, then the idea came to mind where i can do the daily 'scare blue' skit, but it back fired. I truly am sorry Blue."

"No worries Alph. I know its a joke, I just need to stop being a big cry baby about it. Also thanks for the tea. But it's um.. Kinda sweeter than usual. What happened to 'my soul is black so my coffee and tea have to be the same'?"

"Oh actually its a different type of tea. Undyne gave it to me to try, and right now i can try it. But Blue, lets actually talk about the Guard. You kno--"

Blue couldn't think straight. He felt as if his whole world was spinning. He didn't like it, not one bit. Was it because of how scared he got earlier? Was he having a panic attack? He wouldn't know. He never had one before.

"Hey Alph. Im sorry but i think I got to cut th-this short. Sorry, it was uhh fun?" Blue was breaking a sweat by now. Maybe he was actually having a panic attack? Also what would he do about ? Papyrus wasn't home yet, and the way he was feeling, he wasn't getting home like this.

Blue looked up at Alphys. Her straight face had been completely gone, covered with a huge grin, starting from one side of her face to the other side. Blue was expecting her to look more freaked out like she had been when she had accidentally hurt him during training, but she stood absolutely still, giving Blue a horrid feeling.

"Oh please blue, what's wrong? Here, if you insist on leaving, let me carry you out the door." she said while walking towards his area. Blue was too freaked out by her fake response. It had seemed practiced, meaning she knew something he didn't.

Blue hesitated, backing away slowly from her, before bolting to the door. Even with how he was feeling, he could sense the danger. He didn't even make it anywhere close to the door, falling down after taking a couple of steps towards the direction. He couldn't move, and felt horribly tired.

For good measures, Alphys pinned him to the floor, magical axes surrounding him and the exit, if he planned to leave.

"Alphys? Why? What and why are you d-doing this? I'm sc-scared. Please, if I did anything to hurt you, l-l-let me know. I'll fix it just plea--" Blue had been cut off after he felt Alphys step on his ribcage. It hurt like hell, but he could take it.

"Honestly Sans, I'm sick and tired of you. Im doing this for myself, im just the message man at the point. But other than that, I can't stand you. Did you really think you, out of ALL monsters in the underground, you would be the same rank as me? There are kids, younger than you who have an actual chance of being in the Royal Guard. Sorry blue, you wont get the rank you want. But hopefully, this rank suits you and your lazy ass brother."

By this time, Blue had been trying to pull her leg off his ribcage. She was close to breaking it, and he would rather have a ribcage than none at all.

"OKAY OKAY OKAY G-GET YOUR LEG OFF!" Blue was struggling at this point. She was going to break it. He didn't want to die by getting stepped on, he was going to die in battle protecting everyone in the underground.

Alphys showed mercy, slowly lifting her leg off of his ribcage.

"This is how it's going to work okay Blue? I'm going to knock you out, don't worry, the most that would happen is you get a bruise, and I'll call Papy. You'll find everything out later. Goodnight Blue! Don't let the bed bugs bit."

Alphys couldn't really be doing this... It was a dream. He had to be. She would never harm him. At this point, hopefully Alphys knocking him out will cause him to wake up from this Nightmare.

Alphys came up to Blue, fist closed, ready to come in contact with his skull. It wasn't long before Blue actually knocked out.

Lucky for Alphys, the tea did most of the work, all she had to do was get him asleep. All she had to do now was call Papyrus and get him to teleport over to Undyne's lab.

Talking to people over the phone wasn't the easiest thing to do for her, but hey. She lied to Blue for most of tome they've known each other, so it shouldn't be harder over the phone.

"Pa-Papyrus? Oh thank god! Please come over quick! Its ! H-He fell and hit his head on the table! Come quick!"

Lucky for her, She didn't really have to give much detail regarding where she lived. Sometimes Papyrus would walk Blue home after practice, so he knew the way here. In seconds, a 'pop' noise came from inside her restroom.

"where is blue? oh my gosh... what happened?"

"I- I don't know! We were about to make Tacos, and he fell! Please take us to Undyne's lab, Im certain she knows what to do! S-she'll help!"

Papyrus didn't even have to think twice, he picked blue from off the floor, and teleported right into the lab.

Undyne was no where to been seen, and as the looks of it, so was Alphys. That's strange. Alphys was right next to him as he teleported.

"UNDYNE. NOW." Papyrus heard Alphys scream.He couldn't even turn his head before he passed out from whatever they did to him.

Him and blue were up for it when they woke up.

The story is also on my AO3, at @/sintaley if you would like to read it there :)

[sakurachoi2096]

Just another opportunity

Title: Just another opportunity

Genre: Romance, Drama

Characters: Got7 x Reader

Author: Sakura Choi (Me)

Request: Hi! I don’t know if you take scenario requests but I thought of a really good concept that I’d like to see played out. The reader is a young American lawyer who comes to jyp to work on legal things and has to meet with the Got7 guys for contract stuff and each of them becomes enamored with her (the reader). Like I said, I don’t know if you take requests but I think that would be a really good thing to read!

A/N: I am sorry I took this long to upload this; I was trying to get my shit together and slowly coming back to write and I was going to make this scenario short but .. instead I will turn this one into a miniseries. Anyways I hope you like it, this is just the first part.

 Another day in Seoul, since early in the morning honking’s were everywhere including the sound of the birds. It was not that bad, however, the days you felt more tired than usual that was like hell for you ‘’can’t I have a day of peace?’’. Back in America thing were not this hectic, if you lived down in the suburb you at least could hear your own breathing, but since you wanted better opportunities in life you moved to Korea. Nonetheless, today was a special day you got this incredible opportunity in the JYP Company they were going to contract you as the new lawyer for one of the boy groups they had; who exactly you were going to represented, you had no idea. Nevertheless, just being able to work for an Idol group, was amazing. They money was wonderful.

You make a nice toasted bread with olive oil, some oregano and the most important, your big cup of coffee so you could go throughout the day without a headache. After finishing it, you took a cold shower that empowered your energy even more; was time to put some makeup on a nice simple look with nudes was requested nothing to provocative but sexy. For the day, you choose to use your gray tulip skirt with a red turtleneck blouse, a gray blazer, to complete the look of the day, you were going to use your CL red bottom heels, and once again it was perfect. It gave an elegant touch that you were looking for. You looked yourself at the mirror damn you were looking fine.

Handbag, car keys and cellphone in hand and ready to leave; as always some music on your way was necessary. You arrived at the JYP building an went directly to the manager that was in charge to talk about everything, who you were going to work for, payment, work hours and the best of it that when they had to go on tours you needed to go it them in case something happened. You greeted the manager ‘’Hello sir, I am Y/A. Nice to see you again like this’’ ‘’Hello Miss Y/A, the pleasure is mine. As you know today we will take care of some business details but first I want to introduce you the boy group you will be working for from now on’’ you nodded and followed manager trough the building. Every step you took that moment was nerve wrecking since you had no idea of what to expect. Approaching to this meeting room, you could heard loud laughs and screams and the more you were closer the louder it got. The manager knocked on the door and entered with you behind him ‘’Guys the new lawyer is here, please introduce yourselves’’ as you entered the boys bowed politely ‘’It’s a pleasure to meet you all I am Y/N and I will work at your command and at the company’s command anytime’’ once you talked they seemed to be very impressed with you, not only because you were very pretty but the you talked was charming, ’’Nice to meet you I am Im Jaebum leader of GOT7, thank you for your services Miss’’ you slight smiled as the others kept introducing themselves.

“Please sit down, while we talk about the rules and your role with us’’ said Jinyoung, he seemed to be a very composed young man, you were not quite sure of the age of them but one thing was right only a few of them were younger than you which was quite nice to be honest ‘’All right then, first let me land you and the others my role and the contract already pre-made with the company’’ ‘’Wow, You are really prepared’’ Jackson said to you with an exclamation face nodding in agreement with your work. You thought to you yourself ‘’this is nothing yet’’ you continued saying ‘’Well for now this is all I have to do, this is the basic’’ you smiled as you organized the rest of the paperwork ‘’Then, as you must have heard you are going to be in charge of our legal work as group with that said every time you need to travel overseas or in the country you need to go with us in case anything happens’’ Said Mark letting a slight smirk come out of his lips. However, he turned his face serious as soon as he realized. You nodded ‘’Yes, Mr Tuan I am already aware of it’’ Bambam couldn't hold and started laughing as you finished talking you looked surprised to him and kind of offended ‘’I am sorry, did I said something wrong?’’ You looked directly at Bambam and you could noticed how stiffy got Jaebum ‘’Oh no I am so sorry Miss! When you said ‘’Mr’’ Tuan it was funny because none of us are used to be called like that’’ you cleared your throat and corrected your posture once again ‘’Well sir, I am sorry but you will need to get used to it’’ that was clearly harsh but it was needed since you didn’t want to be taken as someone who they can be joking around, this was business you could not waste this opportunity. You noticed how Yugyeom and Youngjae were trying so hard to not laugh at Bambam, who literally just threw himself into the fire.

‘’I am sorry about that’’ said Jaebum looking to Bambam quickly ‘’Continuing what Mark said, you are going to spend most of the time with us. Of course, you will have a health security covered for any kind of risks and also another insurances that our manager are in charge to look for it’’ ‘’Very well Mr Im, after our reunion is over I am going over the administration office with your Manager to take of that. Is there any kind of rule that you sir might have or any of you gentleman’s?’’ ‘’Not really, the only thing that we ask if your to keep a frequent health check and not be sick, as you know we are Idols so being sick is out of question for us’’ Said Youngjae looking to all of the boys and they all agreed ’’don’t worry sir, I will, in fact I have learned some basic care in case something happens that was one of the requirements your Boss asked’’ you smiled trying to soften talk ’’Well then if everything is ok here, I will leave since I need to take care of some paper work’’ you said as you stood up taking you bag with everything, they all agreed, you said your goodbyes for the moment and left with the manager’’.

After you left, the boys could finally breath ‘’Damn she really have a dominant presence’’ Said Yugyeom ‘’Ya Bambam how could you laugh? I thought she was going to kill you’’ said Jackson ‘’Dude I am sorry but that was funny we never had someone calling us with suck respect besides she doesn’t look that old to be calling us like that’’ Said Bambam “To be honest I kind of like her she seems very interesting besides having a girl like her around can be fun’’ Said mark being very excited ‘’You better control yourself there is not only you we are 7’’ said JInyoung very boldly ‘’and the best thing next week we are going to Jeju for the weekend and she need to go with us’’ Jinyoung smiled happily ‘’You really have grown don’t you?’’ Said Jackson teasingly ‘’She is very pretty to be honest and I was not going to say it but you saw her outfit?’’ ‘’She looked very chic’’ said Jaebum replying ‘’Oh my god, we are like we never saw a woman before’’ said Yugyeom rolling his eyes ’’You have to right to say that as soon as she walked in you got all red’’ said Youngjae laughing really loud.

A few minutes later after talking, they left the conference room and went downstairs to go back to the dorm only to see you leaving too. “Miss Y/A’’ said Jinyoung kind of screaming your name, you looked at him and approached them ‘’Yes sir, do you need something?’’ ‘’Oh no not really, do you need a ride to your house. We .. I mean the manager can take you home’’ said Jinyoung, but oh man that was a risky move ‘’No sir, thank you. I have my own car. If you excuse me’’ You left leaving the boys speechless but truth was your heart was beating so fast, even thought you were acting really cold you were aa really softie inside but after all, it was work you couldn’t get all friendly so fast they needed to respect you as they new Lawyer and as a woman. It was hard for a woman get a job like that. As you left and entered in your car, the boys kept looking at you and talking to each other, they were impressed and that made them like you even more. Once you closed your door, you finally could be yourself once again and just to think about what happened was amazing, you were shaking from happiness.

Your phone started ringing, you got scared for a moment and answered it, was GOT7 manager ‘’Yes sir?’’ ‘’Oh hey Y/N I forgot to tell you, you need to come here tomorrow to sign some paper work and also by the weekend we need to go to the Jeju Island the boys need to film something so start preparing yourself because it will be hard’’ ‘’don’t worry I get it, I will see you tomorrow’’ you sighed. Nonetheless, how great was your life right now? You could only smile.

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[baekkxong]

A-List – Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: BTS Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 1,834

A/N 2 months later and it’s updated im sosorry

You were miserable. Miserable to the point that you no longer found dancing, singing and performing an enjoyment of yours. It was all laborious, tiring and arduous. It required such strenuous effort and you no longer found the motivation or excitement in your work. You used to find being an idol such a blessing – you were one among the incredibly lucky ones. Yet now, you wondered quite how immoral you must have been to deserve experiencing such an unfair scenario. You could feel yourself drifting away from your bandmates, becoming more spiteful towards even the friendliest workers in the company, and tending to stay in your room until you needed to come out.

Once Jisu, Mijin and Yeona had heard the news, they’d bombarded you with questions: why didn’t you tell us beforehand? Wasn’t he treating you right? I thought you were head over heels for him? It had all become so overwhelming they’d reduced you tears, crying into their arms while avoiding answering a single one of their questions.  

While you’d got away with remaining secretive about the whole deal with Jungkook, Jisu had decided she’d have to pursue what happened in order to help heal you. You had been in your room tidying relentlessly – something which had become a coping habit of yours - when Jisu had let herself inside.

“Hey,” she approached you softly, soft brown eyes adjusting to the dim lighting in the room. You threw the last pillow on your bed and looked up to see her. She was dressed in a strap top and pyjama shorts, face clean of makeup and hair up in a messy bun. You were in similar attire, although you felt nothing as radiant as she looked in her natural state.

“Hi.” Your voice was quiet.

She lowered herself down onto your bed, reaching for your wrist and tugging gently. You sat next to her. The tension between the both of you was like that of friends who’d recently fought. Jisu was behaving as if you’d explode any second; she was stepping on eggshells.

“I just wanted to talk,” Jisu shrugged, “to you.”

“About what?” you questioned, although you needn’t have asked.

“You know… the situation.”

You frowned uncomfortably and looked away from her, finding something on the wall of your room to look at instead. Jisu shifted closer to you and reached for both your wrists which were resting between your thighs.

“Y/N, anyone can see how shit you feel. And that you miss Jung- ” You whipped your head around, wincing and shocking her to silence for a moment. Jisu sighed. “We’re all worried about you. You can open up to me, you know. Please, it’ll make you feel better. And how can we help if you’re caging yourself away from us?”

You were trying so hard, holding with all your might to keep the brick wall you’d built from collapsing. Feeling like a child, you bit your lip to push the tears back and looked away. The wall was trembling. Seeing Jisu so anxious and sympathetic hurt you, and soon were unable to protect the wall from the tremors. You burst into tears, sobbing into Jisu’s shirt while she rubbed your back comfortingly. You stayed like that for a while before finally leaning away from her and looking her into her concerned eyes.

“Hyunwoo made me do it. Of course I never wanted to break up with Jungkook; I love him so much. I never wanted any of this to happen.”

You’d never seen Jisu’s eyes filled with so much sincerity.

“Break up with him?! What? Why?” you demanded, challenging Hyunwoo. He opened his mouth to respond, but instead you interrupted him. “You think me breaking up with him is going to make more money for you?! Look at you,” you gestured to your manager – still sitting on the desk and looking down at you as if he were a king – “you’re richer than all of us put together. Instead of watching our earnings run into your pocket, why don’t you invest in the wellbeing of the members?” you ranted, unable to control yourself as the accusations kept coming out.

Hyunwoo remained scarily calm.

“Y/N,” he began, shifting slightly and allowing you to recognise the pounding of your blood in your head, “I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to me.”

You were silent.

“You will break up with him tonight.”

“… Why me?” you asked, your throat hoarse as you daren’t let any tears arise.

“It’s your relationship. You do it. And you will not tell him the truth.”

“Excuse me?”

“Right, picture this. Y/N, you’re tired of dealing with the publicity. The hate is getting to you. You hate how your relationship is a spectacle for fans all over the world. That is why you’re breaking up with him.” Hyunwoo set the scene as easily and as casually as if you were filming a music video. He was getting you into your role – getting you in the head of who you were playing as you often did. While Hyunwoo’s director instincts were great, often producing fantastic ideas, it meant he viewed the world with great expectations, as if everything were literature and he were the writer. He enjoyed being in control, to write the story and watch the events unfold and fall into place.

“You expect me to lie to him?” Your voice was barely a whisper and your manager had to strain to hear you.

“You of all people know what Jeon Jungkook’s like. He won’t stand for it. He can be rather hot-headed, can’t he?” You wanted to defy him, to say that lying wouldn’t be necessary, but you full well knew how angry Jungkook would become. Hyunwoo was right, and it made you sick. Talking about Jungkook like that felt so personal; discussing his personality only made your heart warm with familiarity, but was soon struck with ice once the circumstances crawled back to you. Even Hyunwoo knew that Jungkook would be upset and protective over you – and it only broke your heart more.

Searching desperately for an excuse, you wildly attempted to stall the process one last time.

“It wouldn’t make any sense – breaking up with him now. We’re so happy at the moment,” you tried.

“Y/N,” Hyunwoo said sternly. “Just do it.”

He gave you a look which you knew all too well, one that screamed the threats he had in mind. You had crossed Hyunwoo one too many times and had certainly learnt to obey him. All four of you had grown to become submissive and respectful towards your manager. It was unfair and inhumane, his form of mental torture, but it also made you successful. While what he did was wrong, you had all been twisted to believe that it was justified – you lived a glorious life loved by all the world after all.

Your group had been close with the whole of BTS, frequently visiting their dorms like college kids. You no longer went. The other three girls noticed that Jungkook hardly joined them anymore, and while the nine of them were used to the two of you being absent, an unhappy aura hung low in the air. You two would only be absent as you were together - and the thought that you were both in your rooms alone, mourning the relationship, made everyone uncomfortable. It was all so different and wrong.

Everyone sans for both you and Jungkook were huddled in BTS’ living room. Some were slung lazily on the sofas and chairs, while some crowded round the coffee table, sitting cross-legged on the carpet. You’d ordered pizza and had put a movie on, which ran quietly in the background while you all chatted.

“I still can’t believe Y/N broke up with Jungkook. It just seems so unlike her – weren’t they happy?” Namjoon asked, sitting in front of the small table while trying his best to build a house of cards. Jisu was silent, staring at the floor and convincing herself that spilling the truth wouldn’t necessarily fix things.

Yeona frowned. “I know, it’s so strange. Y/N’s been miserable the whole time. It sucks seeing her like this.”

“Then why’d she do it?” Yoongi questioned, sitting with his legs swinging over the armrest of his sofa chair and pulling out an earphone.

“Speaking of,” Jisu interrupted, attempting to steer the conversation away while also gaining some kind of information. “How is Jungkook?”

Namjoon opened his mouth to respond before the door of the sitting room opened. It was Jungkook himself, dressed in a huge red hoodie with the hood up, concealing his messy hair. All eyes fell on him, tracing his movement. There were dark circles under his eyes, and while they were grey, they stood out as if they were fluorescent.

“Jungkook! You going to join us?” Jimin piped up, smiling extra widely to his friend and attempting to lighten the mood in the room.

“Just came to get pizza,” Jungkook answered, making his way to the coffee table and picking up the last, cold slice in one of the cardboard boxes.

“Why don’t you stay? We can play a game of cards,” Jisu suggested and glanced at Namjoon, who had almost finished building his tower. Namjoon flicked an evil glance back at her – it had taken him all night to get as far as he had with the playing cards just then, but would really do anything if it meant improving Jungkook’s mood.

“Nah, I’m good. Tired.” He turned and departed the room while everyone watched after him with sad eyes.

“Yeah, not so well,” Taehyung sighed, answering Jisu’s previous question.

“At least he ate something this time,” Hoseok said, eyes lingering on the now empty pizza box.

You found yourself in Hyunwoo’s office again, and never had you hated your job quite so much as you did in that particular moment. You stood lazily, your posture untidy and unattractive while you glared aimlessly at a painting of a gloomy and desolate forest, where a strange white path stretched forwards to nowhere behind your manager’s head.

“Are you listening?” he hissed, and you blinked, in an attempt to bring yourself back to reality.

“Sorry, yes.”

“You were tying him back, holding him down. Jungkook didn’t deserve that. Now he’s thriving, don’t you see it? Their comeback was a tremendous success, and it’s all thanks to you.” He smiled falsely. Hyunwoo structured his words carefully to make sure you were both aware that it was in fact him who had boosted BTS’ success, not you, by steering your relationship to a dead end. Your band’s sales had increased also, however Hyunwoo cautiously decided not to address that. He was snide, and soon he’d drilled it into your head that you should feel guilty. “Jungkook must maintain his innocent, maknae image. You understand that, don’t you?”

You nodded, and soon realised that your fingernails, which had been digging into your elbow, had drawn blood.

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[zoemurph]

this bites, chapter three

on ao3 1 | 2

happy spook! i have lots of regrets

also? please dont expect much from this. im actually sick right now and it took a lot to get this finished and its horrible in some places but the other day i promised myself i would post on halloween so...here we are. even tho its been....a bad night and it feels really wrong to post right now...here are some vampire kids

my friends know their influences

enjoy

Zoe twists her hands together. This never gets any easier. She’s done it dozens of times but—

She takes a deep breath.

The door opens and Connor is the first one out. She grabs his arm.

Connor jumps. “God, Zoe! Don’t do that!”

“Alana?” she asks, digging her fingers into his arm.

Connor pulls the two of them away from the doorway. “Talking to the teacher, why?”

Zoe makes a frustrated sound and Connor’s eyes go wide.

“Oh. Fuck, right now?”

“Better now than later,” Zoe mutters.

Connor runs his hand through his hair. “Shit, she’ll probably be out in a minute.”

“Right. Okay.” Zoe takes a shaky breath.

Connor sighs. “You were so confident about this the other day, what the fuck happened?”

“I realized that I’m actually doing this,” Zoe hisses.

“That do it,” he says flatly, pulling his arm out of her grasp. “Up to you. I didn’t want to tell her.”

“Tell who what?” Alana asks.

Zoe freezes.

Connor rolls his eyes. “Zo wanted to tell you something. I told Ev I’d help him with an essay, so I’m leaving. Have fun.” He bumps his shoulder against Zoe’s as he passes by and whispers “Have fun” into her ear.

Zoe’s stomach churns.

Alana watches Connor disappear into the crowd of people before turning back to Zoe. She gives Zoe a confused look. “What did you want to tell me?”

Zoe looks around. There are too many people, so many ears. And it’s high school. “Not…not here.”

Alana blinks. “Okay. Where would be…better?”

Zoe hesitates. Her first instinct is to offer her house, but that’s a terrible idea because there’s no escape there. Also she does not need her mother swooping in during this. She didn’t exactly clear this with her parents. “Follow me,” she says, grabbing Alana’s hand and hoping her own isn’t too sweaty.

Zoe weaves through the sea of students rushing to get out of the building, looking for any abandoned classroom she can get. While most are devoid of students, a lot have teacher sitting at desks, working on computers, correcting papers, regretting life choices, normal after school teacher things.

She walks past a darkened classroom and jerks to a stop before taking a few steps back and glancing inside. She drops Alana’s hand.

“Zoe?” Alana asks.

The door is closed, but no one is there. Zoe tries the handle. Not locked yet. Perfect. “In here,” Zoe says, gesturing for Alana to follow.

Zoe doesn’t think she’s ever had a class in this room before, even though she passes it daily. Sunlight streams in from the windows on the outside wall, bathing half the room in orange light with the setting sun. Fall means early sunsets and Zoe can’t wait until the days are practically night. She moves along the edge of the room, staying in the more shadowy parts of the room.

Alana hesitates by the doorway. “Should I…close the door?”

Zoe swallows and nods. “Yeah that’s a good idea.”

Alana closes the door and puts her bag down on a desk. “Is everything alright, Zoe?”

“Why would something be wrong?”

She shakes her head. “You’re acting strange. You have been for a few days. Did something happen?”

Zoe forces a laugh. Yeah, something did happen. Over one hundred and fifty years ago. “Nothing new,” she promises.

Alana frowns. “Are you sure?”

“It’s fine,” Zoe promises. “I just…” She takes a breath. She’s rehearsed these words hundreds of times. She’s said them dozens of times. She said them only a few months ago when she confirmed it for Jared and Evan. This shouldn’t be too bad.

She feels like she’s going to throw up.

She just needs to say it.

“Zoe?” Alana asks softly.

Zoe opens her mouth because she should just be able to say it. “I really like you!”

Those were the wrong words.

“And I’m a vampire,” Zoe adds quickly, panic building. “Those are two things, thought you should know them and I have to go now so it’s fine I’m just going to—” She rushes past Alana, throwing open the door and hurrying out in the hallway.

That literally could not have gone worse.

—«·»—

Jared is standing at Zoe’s locker. Zoe slows down as she gets closer, trying to seem as casual as possible. “What are you doing here?” she asks. She nudges him out of the way so she can unlock it.

He looks back down at his phone. “Waiting for you.”

Zoe frowns. “Why?”

“Immortal emo phase told me things were going down.” Jared raises his eyebrows a few times. “Figured I’d be there as a shoulder to lean on.” He elbows her.

Zoe rolls her eyes. “Why would I need a shoulder to lean on?”

“I wasn’t talking about you,” Jared clarified. “I was talking about Alana. It’s probably really tough when you find out the girl you’re in love with is an undead immortal bloodsucking monster.”

“Wow.” Zoe pulls her umbrella out of her locker. At least one of them is treating this like a joke. “Why are you offering your shoulder, you’re gay.”

Jared gives her an offended look. “It’s a platonic shoulder!”

Zoe stares at him for a moment before turning back to her locker.

“Where is Alana anyway? I figured she’d be talking your ear off.”

Zoe doesn’t look at him. “She’s…somewhere. I don’t know.”

“Okay, ominous bullshit. We’re doing great. Thanks, Zo.”

Zoe scowls. “Why are you here?” she snaps, turning to him. “Other than to be annoying?”

Jared gives her a flat look. “Because I’m your friend. And you spent the day freaking out. Plus, Connor told me to make sure you don’t leave without him.”

“Of course,” Zoe mutters.

“One because your his ride home and two because he’s your brother and does actually care about you under all the assholeness and bullshit.” Jared shrugs. “If it doesn’t go well he wants to know that you’re okay. Or something. Evan was reading him better than I was but he can’t be here because they’re off working on an essay and being nerds, so who knows.”

Zoe closes her locker door. “Fine. I’ll wait. But he needs to hurry up I don’t want to be here for longer than I need to be.”

“I already texted him a few death threats,” Jared says. “The classics. Stake through the heart. Beheading. All the good stuff. They should be here in a few.”

Zoe leans against her locker. “Great.”

As they wait, Zoe feels her phone vibrate a few times in her pocket, but she ignores it. She just fiddles with her car keys as Jared plays a game on his phone.

She’s usually better at this. More levelheaded. Not so…nervous.  

She also usually doesn’t run out.

“We’re here,” Connor announces, turning the corner. He has his sunglasses on the top of his head and his hat in his hands. “Let’s get out of this place.”

Zoe pushes off the locker. The fact that Connor doesn’t even have to ask her says a lot about how she must look right now. Evan keeps giving her nervous glances.

“Evan coming?” she asks as she pulls her sunglasses from the side of her backpack.

Jared snorts. “‘Evan coming?’” he mocks. “How is that a question.”

Evan turns red and Connor lowers his sunglasses.

Zoe shakes her head. “Let’s just go. I have to study for music theory.”

As they reach the entrance, Connor puts on his hat and Zoe opens her umbrella. She does have homework, but she’s also considering just going to bed. Being undead doesn’t mean she doesn’t get tired.

Zoe almost drops her keys when she sees Alana standing by her car.

“Shotgun,” Connor says as soon as he spots her. Evan elbows him.

“Hi,” Alana says quickly when they get closer. “I…figured this was a good place to wait for you.”

Zoe nods slowly. “That…makes sense.”

“You’re…” Alana looks from Zoe to Connor. “You’re both…”

“Dead?” Connor offers.

“Isn’t it more accurate to say undead?” Alana asks.  

“Welcome to the club,” Jared says. “It’s surprisingly lame.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh my god, I am so sorry I didn’t even think— if they hadn’t known—”

“Connor wouldn’t have said anything,” Zoe interrupts. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Evan and Jared have known for a few months now.”

“How did Evan find out?” Alana asks.

Evan and Connor exchange a glance.

“L-long story,” Evan mutters, looking away pointedly.

“Okay…” Alana says slowly. “What about Jared?”

“I asked him ‘Why do you wear black all the time? What are you, some emo vampire?’” Jared explains.

“And I replied ‘I’m also a power-bottom,’” Connor finishes.

Zoe makes a face and whacks his arm. Connor doesn’t even flinch.

Jared nods. “And I said ‘TMI, corpse’ and we moved on.”

Alana furrows her eyebrows. “I… There are so many questions.”

Connor raises an eyebrow at Zoe. “We can try to answer them. Just not…here.”

Zoe takes a shallow breath. “Yeah. If you…aren’t busy? Evan’s already coming over.”

Jared scoffs. “I’m coming too, I just happen to have my own car.”

“I still have shotgun,” Connor says, pulling open the passenger side door.

Evan shakes his head and climbs into the backseat.

Jared gives Zoe a two finger salute and says, “I’ll race you” before walking over to his car.

Zoe looks back to Alana. “You aren’t mad, right?” she asks softly.

Alana gives her a nervous smile. “No it’s just…a lot.”

“Yeah it’s…that. I’m,” Zoe tucks her hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Alana promises. She reaches out and squeezes Zoe’s hand. “Thank you for telling me.”   

Zoe bites the inside of her cheek. “Of course.”

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