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chocominnie · 3 years

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One Last Time 01 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Word Count : 4.3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

The winter’s coldness is hardly enough for you to bear. Even though it’s just the beginning, Seoul is known to just go from season to season without a fucking warning. Not only that, but the first snowfall is going to come soon. The weatherman has been talking about it non-stop for the past few days. It’s going to be a brutal one he says but he says that every year so why believe?

Turning off your alarm, you take a few minutes to collect yourself and stretch. Barely any sleep once again but that’s an everyday thing now.. without Jimin. It’s been some rough months not having his body wrapped snugly onto yours. These days you long for his touch, but completely dread at the same time for very good reasons.

Your kitten greets you with small licks on your thigh in which in return you pet her head softly with a smile.

‘‘ At least I still have you babygirl. You keep me company. “ You coo softly while grabbing your phone off the charger. Texts from your best-friend just spamming you with love and apparently she’s coming over. Great. That’s normal. But one text catches your eye. Jeon Jungkook.

You furrow your eyebrows as your finger slides to open it after typing in your password. In relief, he’s just checking up on you as always. Rolling your eyes, you muster enough strength to actually pull yourself out of bed. The cold tiles hit your feet like icicles. You jump from from foot to foot cursing yourself for not turning on the floor heaters as you walk out the room. Clara, your kitten, follows you out purring nonchalantly with a few meows here and there.

‘’ Alright Clara I hear you. Im getting your food now.’’ You chuckle, grabbing her food from the bottom kitchen cabinet right under the sink and pour her half a cup of cat food and a whole bowl of water.

After snacking on your morning granola bar you prepare yourself for your morning routine. Shower, brush teeth, skin care, get dressed, clean. Your phone dings once more just before stripping yourself of your clothes. You don’t bother to look it’s probably just a social media notification.

Drying your hair with a towel as you get out the steaming hot shower, you head straight for the mirror. Dark circles remain under your eyes from months of barely any sleep. You sigh, and gently rub under them. Jimin is the cause of this. Why would he do this to you. Surely enough he would not like to see you like this at all. The worriedness he would have over you is huge. But he has moved on and you just have to accept it no matter how in-love you still are with him.

As you clean up around the living room, another ding from your phone occurs. A groan escapes your lips as you place the pillows back as they should be. In hopes of it just being your manager giving you some good news, you let out a sigh and plop yourself down on the grey suede couch. Three new messages. Jeon Jungkook, who has text you twice, and Ryan your bestfriend.

‘‘ Damn it Ryan why must you consistently text me twenty four sev- “

“ Beause I need to know if you’re okay.”

You jump and drop your phone onto the hardwood floor from the voice that comes from around you.

“ Holy fucking shit you scared me! “ You whine, turning around to face your best-friend. She smiles and holds out her arms for a hug. You roll your eyes and open yours waiting for her embrace.

“ Oh i’ve missed you so so so so so so so-”

“ You just seen me yesterday..” Your voice sarcastic and bland as you let go of her. You sit on the couch first followed by Ryan sitting right next to you.

She looks good today, the navy blue coat she has on suits her very well. Although, you cannot figure out why she decided to wear leggings today. It’s going to rain a bit later but you disregard that seeing as though she’s the fashion deisgner and not you.

You. The model and seemingly ex girlfriend of one of the biggest solo idol in the world right now. Thats what they call you in the news, headlines in magazines, and real life as if you don’t have a real name and just was his acessory. Your modeling career had taken off way before dating him. The world, or Seoul to say the most, didn’t acklowledge you to that point yet.

“ Okay but still. You know we should be roomates. It’ll be easier for me to watch over you. “

Your head turns towards her quickly shaking no, “ I don’t need to be looked over im 20 years old.”

Silence takes place for the next few seconds. You know what she’s going to say next but pray she doesn’t. Those words will just make you even more upset. It’s already enough you have that constant reminder in your head.

You watch her fiddle with the rings on her index and pinky fingers. “ But you know… you haven’t been the same since you and Jimi-”

“ Don’t fucking say it. I don’t want to hear it.”

She sighs harshly and stands up, “ Im just worried about you Yn”

“ Don’t be. Im fine. “ That lie escaped your tongue way too easily.

Truthfully you haven’t and won’t be fine. Everyday there is something new about that girl and Jimin on twitter. Gossip pages, twitter fanpages, and online entertainment pages just always talking about them. They did this, they did that today. Oh we caught them going to this and that restaurant. That used to be you and him.. but now everyone has forgotten about you and focused on them.

Ever since you’ve told reporters and paparazzi repeatedly that you will not be holding or going to any interview they just stopped. A few calls here and there to your manager about scheduling one but she knew you didn’t want to do them so every request is denied. Although its been a year and some change, they still seem to want your side and your opinion to weigh in on. I guess that’s what happens when you date an Idol.

“ The door.. Y/N the door somebody is at the door.” Ryan says, tapping you over and over. You shake your head interrupting your thoughts for the time being. A few more knocks come through.

Finally up onto your feet you harshly walk to the door with each step making noise. It’s to early in the morning for someone to actually be knocking at the door right now. Whoever it is better be dropping off some sort of package, or they’ll surely get a piece of your mind.

Your frail hands grab onto the doorknob and swing it open. Your eyes almost pop through your sockets. How? How did he know you were here? You certainly did not tell him your knew address.

There he stands, his tall frame looking down on you. Lips formed into a tiny pout along with his eyebrows scrunched slightly. His brown eyes forming an ungodly stare into yours with his specs on.

“ Yn! Do you know how worried I was about you? Why did you not answer my messa-”

“Jungkook how do you know where I live?” You pace your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow at him. To your knowledge, you never gave Jungkook your new apartment address.

Jungkook swallows slowly and puts on his best innocent face on. Oh please like that would work in this moment right now. The only person who has this address is Ryan because she’s the one who helped you move. Even if you had the choice of not giving it out to Ryan you would of but you couldn’t do that to her. She would of been so upset.

Ryan’s voice blares in the background full of excitement. Here we fucking go. “Jungkook! Come in Come in.”

“ Ryan says I could come in.” He says quickly, brushing past you and removing his shoes.

You heavily sigh and slam the door shut. What is this a family reunion? On your way back to the couch you notice them laughing and giggling like two five year old children. They don’t even notice you when you sit right across from them.

You study their expressions. Their chemistry is something so strong. The way their eyes light up when they meet, the way that Jungkook smiles and scrunches his nose more often when she’s around. You miss that. You miss doing that.

“ So are you both coming along this afternoon?”

Your attention focuses back on them. Of course you weren’t paying attention once again.

Your eyes slowly meet with theirs, “ Huh? Where are we going?”

“ Kookie finally bought a house! He wants us to come tonight for chicken and beer. You’re coming right?”

A sharp pain goes through your heart. If the both you you guys go then theirs a possibility that Jimin was invited too. After all, that is his brother. If Jimin comes then he’s most likely going to bring Isabel. A recipe for disaster. Your poor heart, that most likely could not bare the sight of them infront of you, would shatter into a million pieces.

Jungkook’s expression is ready to burst into happiness or to turn into a pout awaiting for your answer. If you let him down he’ll surely be mad at you. But putting yourself before him this time would be the right thing to do right?

“ Listen Jungkook I.. don’t think I can go.” You start off, playing with your hair with your head down.

“ I’ll space you two apart.”

Your face automatically lifts itself up in shock. Somehow, that little confirmation of Jimin being there, gave you some hope. Hope for what though?

“ Wha-what do you mean?”

Jungkook sighs heavily with his hand going up to his brown hair running it through lightly. “ I’ll make sure you two are distanced apart. You don’t want to come because of Jimin but I’ll make sure I’ll invite more people to keep you company and away from him. Okay?”

“ Please Yn. I’ll be there too.” Ryan begs, laying her head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook smiles a little, caressing her cheek with his other hand upon waiting your response.

Weird. When did they get so close?

The first thing you want to say is that you really could not go. But they already know the excuse now. You might as well just give in.

‘‘ Fine. What time tonight? “

Skincare and makeup products are scattered everywhere on your vanity. You needed the perfect look for tonight that says ‘Yes im doing fine without you’, but in reality you’re doing worse. This is the night where you’ll actually see him. Damn it’s been a while.

After you apply your highlight you step back and take a look at yourself. Not bad at all. You smile to yourself and start cleaning up the mess of products you had distributed across the vanity. A new text appears on you phone as soon as you gather everything up and put it back in it’s place. Grabbing your phone, it’s Ryan giving you the address to Jungkook’s new house.

You sigh and mentally prepare yourself, ‘‘ Okay Yn. You can do this. It’s just one night of conversing among people. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone new.”

Before heading out you grab your coat and scarf. Clara follows you all the way to the door letting out her little meows once again. You bend down to pet her head lightly with a smile. “ Clara im coming back. I’ve put food in your bowl babygirl.”

She purrs under your touch then walks away to settle herself in her bed. You take one last final look at your decent sized apartment before heading out.

The subway ride was agonizing pain for you due to it being 30 minutes long. Well, at-least you can ride the subway now. Your mind wouldn’t even of thought of that when you were with him. Everybody would have noticed you and bombard you with questions.

The outskirts of Seoul is peaceful and quite. Not many people live over here. Mostly famous actors and idols. The taxi takes a few minutes to get to the fairly clean subway station. Once you’re inside you take a good look at the driver who seems to be eyeing you in suspicion. You pull out your phone and read the words to the address exactly to him. The taxi man pulls of into the empty streets of god knows where.

All it took was a ten minute ride and then you’re there. The taxi man pulls up to a security guard booth. Just beyond the gates is more street but by squinting your eyes you can make out just a few newly built houses.

‘‘ Who are you here to see?” The taxi driver says.

“ Jeon Jungkook.?

The driver talks to the man for a few seconds before you see the security guard pick up a phone and start dialing. The security is extremely uptight, thats good. After a few moments of speaking the security guard finally opens the gates to be let through.

As you pull up to the house you’re automatically mesmerized on how big and beautiful it is. There’s fresh bushes and some white roses growing in the front of it complementing the white modern style home. The roundabout is full of luxurious cars, in which might be all the other guests.

‘‘ 10 dollars’‘ He says. You give him the ten, thank him, and grab your purse, closing the door behind you.

Your eyes meet face to face with the expensive house. Behind you is the tire wheels backing up and running off back down the roundabout. The time on your watch reads 8:15. Only fifteen minutes late, not bad right?

With each step you take fear quivers inside of you. What if he opens the door? What if that girl opens it instead? The wind blows harsh-fully hitting your cheeks making them turn slightly colored. You raise a small, shaky fist to knock on the door. Your blood turning cold, and face turning pale already. Your anxiety already taking its place inside of your body.

The door swings open revealing Ryan smiling from ear to ear. She pulls you inside without even a greeting. You kick your shoes off in a hurry as she pulls you more and more inside. Scanning the area around you, its a nice huge place. First the both of you pass the entrance, then the chef sized kitchen, which then leads you to the spacious living room where everybody seems to be sitting.

All eyes are on you now with some familiar faces and some not. They smile and greet you one by one and you slightly bow your head with a fake smile.

‘‘ Ah Yn, nice to see you again huh.’‘ Hoseok, the smiley one says, getting up from his seat to greet you once more.

‘‘ Nice to see you to Hoseok. Is Chae-Yeon here? I’ve baked the cookies she likes.’’ You say, holding up the big tuba-wear of freshly baked cookies. Nobody can resist those.

‘‘ No she had to work sadly, but I will enjoy them for her.’‘ He chuckles, bringing the tuba-wear out of your dainty, cold hands.

A very familiar voice booms from behind you causing you to turn around. “ Yn! You actually did come!’’ Jungkook, the owner of the voice exclaims. He wipes his hands with a napkin just before pulling you into a hug.You pat his back just before letting go.

Ryan smiles and shakes her head, “ I told you she would come.’’

Only one hour and 30 minutes into the festivities and half of the people here are drunk or nearly there. You on the other hand do not drink at all. Staying sober throughout this whole party is a must. Who knows what would happen if you start drinking and saying things.Ryan seems to be doing good with Jungkook who’s laying on the floor laughing and cracking jokes with her head laying on his stomach giggling along with him. The others have casually invited themselves into the guest game-room to play some pool.

You just sit there on the couch, munching on a cookie and smiling and laughing here and there at one of Seokjin and Jungkook’s back-to-back jokes that seem to never leave the air.

Only for a knock on the door to interrupt their flow of jokes.

‘‘ I got it I got it.” Seokjin stammers, placing a beer bottle down and stumbling towards the door. You freeze, face turning pale once more. It’s them. It could be them. Your teeth find their way to your lips and you begin to chew on it excessively.

Ryan notices it and automatically gets up from Jungkook, ‘‘ Come Yn, lets go see if the game of pool is interesting.’‘

You nod your head slightly as you get up from the couch. What are you worrying for? You look extravagant tonight. No need to worry yourself.

Just before taking your first few steps you stop, that voice. That oh so familiar voice begins to inch closer and closer. The famous laugh that he always tries to stifle by putting his hand over his mouth, that you’ve always thought was so fucking cute, fills the air.

You don’t know what got over you, but you sit back down dragging Ryan down with you. “ Yn? What are you doing I thought you wanted to avoid him.’’

‘’ No it’s okay. Im going to be fine.’‘ You say, awaiting upon his arrival into the room.

The footsteps are haunting you with each step they take.

one..two..three..four..five..si-

‘‘ Everyone, Isabel and Jimin are here.’‘ Seokjin stammers, smiling wide clearly drunk from all the beer consumed.

Your eyes go directly towards his. The pit of your stomach flutters with nervousness as you hold the long stare with him. His facial expression shocked but not showing it at all. His partner, who’s arm is linked with his, smiles brightly at everyone bowing her head slightly to them including you.

‘‘ Sorry we are late. Jimin didn’t want to come out of his home studio but I’ve made him come along with me.’‘ Her voice gentle and soft.

‘‘ Yn I forgot let me show you my new painting i have received.” Jungkook says quickly, trying to escape you from the awkwardness.You can bare it though its not as bad as you thought.

‘‘ Maybe later Kookie. I’m going to grab some juice.” You say, getting up from your spot. You brush past Jimin lightly with Ryan tailing along with you.

The spacious kitchen was perfect for you to escape for just a moment. Silence is golden. Ryan sighs, pouring you and her a glass of juice. Nothing is to be said yet. But you know she really wants to have her input.

Raising the glass to your lips, you take a sip letting the tanginess run across your tongue and down your throat. ‘’ Say it Ryan.’’

She puts her cup down and looks at you with your eyebrows furrowed, ‘’ You aren’t fine. Please just avoid them for the night.’’

You knew it was coming but you have to face the fact that they area couple anyways so why avoid it? Maybe your mind will finally accept it to see it in person.

‘‘ I have to face it one way or another so why not now?’‘

She shakes her head in disapproval, finishing the rest of her juice. “ No you don’t. You’re making yourself suffer and I don’t like it.’’

‘‘ Yn.. did you make these cookies?’‘ A voice says behind you. Ryan’s eyes go wide and then looks at you signaling for you to not turn around. But you do it anyways.

Isabel. How dare she call you by a pet name? You don’t even know her like that and she’s doing this. Anger wants to get the best of you but you remain humble and calm.

‘‘ Yes. Is there a problem though? Are they not good?’‘ You say, putting on your best innocent act.

She smiles as she moves a piece of hair of her perfectly framed face, ‘’ No they are great! I was wondering if i can have the recipe.. for Jimin’s purpose of course.’’

You breathe through your nostrils with your eyes closed. She knows what she’s doing. She likes seeing you suffer huh? ‘’ You can follow any recipe online. I just add almond extract and substitute white sugar for brown.’’

Ryan shakes her head slightly while sticking her cup into the sink. ‘’ I’m going to be back I have to use the restroom.’’

Once she leaves Isabel’s smile drops.’’ Almond? Im- Im allergic!” She says, semi yelling at you. You’re shocked more or so at the sudden outburst that you can’t speak. You had zero knowledge of her being allergic, it’s an accident for sure.

“You did this on purpose!’’ She says, tears filling her eyes as she goes into a coughing fit.

Shit. You didn’t know if anyone was allergic to nuts here but you had put it in anyways because that was the secret ingredient

‘’ I- I didn’t know im sorry is there anything I can do?’’ You say, guilt taking over you while you rush to her side patting her back.

‘‘ Get off of me! You did this on purpose! You never liked me anyways. Jimin! Jimin!‘ She scream’s, coughing and wheezing making her face red.

Multiple footsteps rush into the kitchen. You don’t know what to do at this point so you just back away and let whoever take over. All the commotion going on and yelling is starting to give you a slight headache. All of the boys surround her, bombarding with questions and asking each other what to do.

‘‘ What’s all the yelling about? What happened! “ Jungkook exclaims rushing towards her hunched over body.

‘‘ What’s going on? “ That voice that haunts you everynight finally comes inside the kitchen. When he see’s Isabel he automatically rushes towards her side. It pains you to see him rush to another woman’s body. But that figure is no longer yours so he has every right to do that.

‘‘ She-She put almond in the cookies on purpose! She’s trying to–to-’‘ She manages to wheeze out before another coughing fit.

Jimin’s eyes meet yours full of rage but then taken over by concern. He knows your hurt. Still hurt from the past and from this very situation now. You don’t manage to keep eye contact, so the floor is your eyes’ bestfriend right now.

‘‘ Yn. is this true? Why would you do that?” He says, eyes never leaving yours and voice soft.

You shake your head quickly, “ I didn’t know she was allergic. I always put almond extract an-’’

“ You knew better than to put any type or form of nut in a dish when bringing it to ones house. You never know if someone has an allergy to it.’‘ Jungkook scolds you, eyes furrowed in shame.

‘‘ Don’t blame her. She didn’t fucking know.” Ryan’s voice enters the room in madness. She comes to your side with her arms crossed. Your own personal savior. Without her, you’d still be feeling guilty and taking the blame.

‘‘ Besides, you knew better than to invite him if you knew he was going to bring the girl he cheated on her with.. right?’‘ She says, cocking her head to the side as her attitude takes over.

The room is silent again. Good girl Ryan.

Isabel lifts her head in disbelief along with Jimin. “ Listen that’s beside the point. Just don’t do it again.” Jimin says, focusing his attention back on Isabel. He reaches into her purse to grab her Epi-pen.

His scolding is enough to send your eyes into tears. You shouldn’t of agreed to come. This is a disaster. You take the tuba-wear of cookies from the counter on your way out of the kitchen and dispose of them. Your vision is blurry and you don’t know where your going but you just need some air. You make lefts and rights down long and short hallways till you reach a room that has a balcony.

You slip on who-ever’s house slippers and open the sliding door revealing the winter’s cold harsh air. You lean on the railing and close your eyes breathe in and out heavily.

Wiping the tears away, You open our eyes and look straight ahead. The whole city is lit up such a beautiful view for a sad moment. The sad moment is cut short by the sliding door opening and closing. You don’t bother to turn around it’s probably just Ryan checking on you again. When are people going to stop doing that?

“ Yn.”

Thats the last voice you wanted to hear.

‘‘ Are you happy? Happy for scolding me infront of everybody.” You sniffle, wiping away your leaking nose.

You hear some rustling before something is placed on your shoulders. You look down at the material and shrug it off of you.

‘‘ Give it to your girlfriend.”

‘‘ I can’t let you be cold. Put it back on.’‘ He sighs, picking it back up and coming closer to you. You both stand side by side. Jimin puts his jacket around you once more and before you could re-do your action just before, he speaks.

‘‘ Shrug it off again and I’ll scold you. Do you understand?’‘ He says firmly.

You don’t bother to speak. Silence is golden.

‘‘ Listen.. i know you still aren’t over the fact that we are through but-”

‘‘ Shut up. I don’t want to hear it. Please go tend to your dying girlfriend.’‘ You say, sarcastically.

He huffs, “ She’s resting right now. She wouldn’t have to be if you wouldn’t of put-’’

You turn towards him slowly and meet his eyes daring for him to finish the rest of his sentence. ‘’ Don’t you fucking dare Park Jimin.’’

‘‘ Honorifics.’‘ He says, slightly looking down at you due to the height difference.

‘‘ You’re right Jimin-ssi.’‘

Jimin’s expression is taken a-back. You knew that one honorific word would hurt him.

‘‘ If we are done speaking I will take my leave now.” You say, eyes never leaving his as you take off his jacket and toss it to him, leaving him outside in the cold

This night was one of your worst mistakes. You thought you could handle it, but couldn’t. So maybe Ryan and Jungkook were right. Maybe you can’t handle it at all..

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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Hello. I found your writing about family heroes, and I'm thrilled. It's so nice, cozy, cute and delicious. I love it, very much. Thank you so much for your work!♡

If you're ok with this, can I have whole families (Eraserhead, Fatgam, All Might, Hawks) who comfort their mom after having to interact with her family (I mean, her parents, grandparents, and the rest). With whom she has a very bad relations. Well, it's realy very bad there... Please, choose the format that is more convenient for you.

Please, feel free to ignore it if you don't like it. That's all right.♡

Thank you. Take care of yourself. Good luck. Have a good time♡

The Pro Dads Comforting You After Seeing Stressful Family Members

Eraserhead / Shouta Aizawa, Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu, All Might / Toshinori Yagi, Hawks / Keigo Takami

Thanks for such a kind request 🥺

Warnings: Of course it is gonna contain some toxic family members and what not exploiting your fears and your children’s insecurities and what not....

Masterlist / Request Info in masterlist

You and your parents? Well the two of you had an ok relationship

But then when you and Aizawa married? It just felt strained and forced, especially after the two of you began having children, fostering, and adopting....

Until one day while visiting, your mother said something along the lines of ‘is he even well enough to help take care of the children? Put together enough? Around enough?’

It kind of just really got you stuck in your own head for a bit, but you were quick to prove her wrong...for the time being.

You didn’t mention any of that to Shouta though, you didn’t know why you didn’t....

Then now you had everyone with you this time, your husband and children to visit.

It was a loud environment, but it was nice and soothing, it was what you and Shouta were use to as you, him, and your mother and father sat in the kitchen to make small talk as your children played about in the conjoining living room.

But of course, your mother said something along the lines of ‘you have so many kids...I don’t know how you manage with Aizawa hardly ever around....’

The silence soon followed as your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach, watching your father nod his head in agreement. That’s when you only offered a small smile before getting up, your kids already huddling around you and Aizawa.

They didn’t even cast a glance as their grandmother tried to tell them farewell, they were all too busy clutching onto you and Shouta.

Upon arriving home, they all just dragged you to the livingroom to all pile up and cuddle while watching some of your favorite movies and trying to make you laugh and smile with their silly antics

But later on that night when you and Shouta would be back in the master bedroom ready to sleep? The tears would come

He would just simply open his arms up for you to cradle you and rock you...

Hands to give you reassuring rubs upon your back as he whispered compliments and pet names to you to crack a smile out of you...

You loved your whole family but.....

Your grandmother? That was where the huge BUT was at

She was old, quirkless and could vividly remember the days where quirks were beginning to play a part in everyone’s lives, but that doesn’t mean she totally understood it or got it or didn’t hold any prejudices against them

So she wasn’t happy when you introduced your boyfriend Taishiro to her...and she was upset as she sat through the wedding ceremony at the shrine....

And then she absolutely hated his appearance! He was ‘fat’ in her eyes, no quirk could change that, but he just let it bounce off himself...

Though upon a family reunion when everyone was at your home, she made her few comments about Taishiro that you and him just shrugged as you talked and caught up with cousins and other relatives

But then the words ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if his daughters turn out the same way...they are already on the path...’ came from her mouth, that’s when all hell broke lose

You stomped right up to her and gave her a piece of your mind before gathering up your daughters into a room to drill into their heads that they were beautiful and perfect...but they reassured you that they knew that...

Once everyone left, your daughters gossiped about family drama that they picked up during the reunion as they helped you clean up, you only hushing them....but you couldn’t help but be enthralled with what they had heard....

And they continued talking about it because it made them feel relieved for you to surpress your gasp and laughs as they would drone on and on about the stuff they heard

They also gathered you and Tiashiro to the kitchen table to play a few rounds of a card game, filling the whole house with everyone’s laughter

Laughter was the best medicine.....

But then later on Taishiro would talk to you about what happened which at that point you would only shrug it off and laugh over the incident....

Which then he’ll probably tell you ‘you becoming a mama bear? Hot as fuck....’

Your dad never liked Toshinori....not one bit and he made it clear...

‘The man is too scrawny...too sickly! He looks like a damn twig!’

You would only respond with ‘I love him, that’s all that matters....’

Wasn’t too happy about the marraige, but couldn’t do anything, your mother absolutely adored Toshinori...

But then once it was revealed that Toshinori was All Might the entire time? And now that he was in retirement?

Your father would drop by often to hassle you over ‘how will he provide? How will he not put you and your child in danger?’

Finally one day you just slammed the door right in his face, your daughter now at your side tugging at your shirt....

She would tug you along to make a pillow fort, to read a small book together, watch a show, movie, just anything together to distract you from what had just happened....

She was a smart girl because it worked all day until Toshinori was home

That’s when you finally opened up and told him what happened, your voice quivering with the tears that you wanted to cry.

He only hugged you though and told you everything was going to be alright

‘Your father can hate me, he’s got a high standard for who he wants his daughter to have and that’s fine...but I promise you those things he has said to you will never happen...’

You didn’t need him to reassure you, but his affirmations pushed away those tears away quickly and your broken heart was mended on the spot....

Then he would cuddle you and tell you how beautiful and amazing you are...which always got your heart fluttering

You and your family were on good terms, you checked in each other a lot and always visited each other

Your sister? Nope, nope, nope, and nope...

Yeah you would hate her every and now and then growing up, but who doesn’t have a little hate for their sibling growing up?

The moment you and Keigo started dating? That’s when it went down hill...

She would try to feed you with insecurities of ‘he’s probably cheating on you....’ or ‘he’s famous, he just wants a pretty face for the media and an easy girl for the night...’

But those insecurities would vanish just by looking at the loving looks Keigo would give you, so you never dwelled on them

She may have been trying to look out for you, but it was just the totally wrong way to do it and you’ve tried countless times to tell her that, but to no avail

One day when you and Keigo along with your two boys and daughter went to visit, your sister showed up too...

The tension was high as your parents chatted away with Keigo, your daughter sprawled out and sleeping in Keigo’s lap and your sons messed around outside

You and your sister were silent until the conversation led on to his work and popularity and about all the fans he must interact with

That’s when your sister decided to give a snarky ‘yeah...probably taking peeks under all those girls’ skirts...’

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything before Keigo was calmly covering your daughter’s ear to begin chewing her out, you only sitting there in a daze

When your sister looked to your mom and dad expectantly, they only shrugged their shoulders at her...

Keigo was soon bidding a farewell to your mother and father with his daughter now held onto his chest as she dozed away, your sons now back inside and hugging their grandparents goodbye....and snuck sticking their tongues out at their Aunt from behind Keigo’s legs...

Yeah they totally heard all of that....

So when you got home, your daughter recommended coloring, so all of you sat at the kitchen table to color away together and show off your skills

When you and Keigo were alone, he would just tell you over and over again how you were the only one for him and how pretty and beautiful you were and how perfect you were...

You didn’t my need to confirmation from him, but the praise from him would bring a blush from your cheeks as he would scratch your back or play with your hair as the two of you would watch a show or a movie.

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spade-riddles · 3 years

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Submission:

Hi there! I’m the anon who asked for a conversation about what we (as Kaylors) actually fear from Karlie and Taylor letting the world assume Jerk is the baby’s bio dad. Switched to submission format because the Tumblr word count is tiny and asks get eaten and muddled, which makes it really hard to express yourself properly 😅

First I wanted to say thank you for engaging in a mature discussion about this. I really appreciate it. A lot of other blogs have either stopped believing Karlie and Taylor are together any more, or are more idealistic and don’t want to even talk about a less than perfect outcome to this story. It’s frustrating because while I understand the need for optimism (I feel that need too!) I don’t want us living in la la land and feeling disproportionately upset if we don’t get our perfect ending.

So. I should probably lay out where I stand: I think there is a high likelihood Karlie and Taylor will let people assume the baby is Jerk’s, at least at first. My reasons are simple.

1) The baby is due very soon. Taylor is used to sneaking around and we’ve talked before about how she is able to live in secrecy. The pandemic has definitely made that easier for her. But a baby is a whole different ball game. It will be frankly exhausting to sneak around pretending she’s not a mom, hiding her baby. And the more she hides it, the higher the risk of it being exposed by social media and becoming a huge gossip story. Taylor Swift’s secret baby! Kissgate was bad enough, I don’t think Taylor would want to risk a Babygate.

For this reason, she’s going to move soon to incorporate Karlie back into her life. Probably as a new single mom friend who is staying with / spending a lot of time with her after her marriage break up. The story may even go out that the feud rumors were bogus all along and the girls were good friends the whole time, and Taylor gave�� Karlie the strength to leave her bad relationship. I expect Tay to be named godmother, which will allow her to be seen more with bub while the full picture is waiting to fall into place.

2) So Taylor and Karlie are being seen together once more. Taylor looks like a great friend, Karlie’s image is slowly being rehabilitated as Taylor goes on a charm offensive, and the baby is a fixture in Taylor’s life that people think is sweet, but don’t really question because she’s supposedly still with J*e.

No-one talks about J*sh at this stage. No-one interacts with him on social media, and they do their best to limit any media mentions of him as “Karlie Kloss’s baby daddy”. This is easier than it seems. Taylor has connections at Vogue, Karlie owns W, and Tree is an expert at shutting down unwanted stories. Any publication that wants future access to Taylor or Karlie will play ball, because why wouldn’t they? No-one is that invested in linking Karlie to a past beard forever, and no-one wants to bully a newborn child over a connection insiders will know isn’t even real. Sure, Scooter and his Page Six sock puppets will probably churn out articles stirring the pot, but that’s nothing new. The girls can ignore it or deflect attention, as they do now.

3) Stage three of the plan sees the resurgence of “Kaylor” as a thing people are shipping. Hardcore fans will obviously know they’ve been together all along, but the wider public will start to wonder if Taylor has deeper feelings for Karlie, or if Karlie left her husband because she hopes to “get back together with” Taylor and take another go at their 2014 relationship. People start to link past songs to Karlie and speculate that lingering feelings for her “best friend” are what has stopped Taylor locking it down with J*e. J*e is boring and only seen on miserable pap walks with Taylor, but Karlie is seen hanging out with her and their friends in happy, seeming domesticity. People begin to talk about how much like the old carefree Taylor Tay seems again. The sunshine effect in full swing.

4) Eventually Toe break up and Kaylor are revealed to be in a relationship. You’ll never please the homophobes but by now most fans are happy for Taylor. Taylor, who has de facto raised the baby since birth, jokes that she’s “daddy”. Karlie gives a more serious interview about what a wonderful parent Taylor is and how she has always considered her as much the baby’s mom as she is, because she was there all along and never gave up or walked away. She won’t be drawn on her ex husband but does make a statement about “what a great influence” Taylor is on their child. Etc etc. By now we’re a few years out from the Trump administration and J*sh is still known and disliked, but is hardly a household name. He was only ever “famous” (I use the term loosely) for being Karlie’s beard.

People can disagree with me on this. Yes, his family are odious and will be in trouble for years to come, probably. But J*sh has always been a fringe member. He’s not Jared or Ivanka, who people really know and hate. He’s more like his father - people know he’s shady like the rest of them, but most people couldn’t immediately pick his face out of a line up, and they don’t know the details. I’m sorry, but it’s true. The general public don’t care about Jerk half as much as Kaylors do. Once he loses his celebrity connections he’ll fade from public consciousness. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. How many people reading this right now would know if Dick Cheney passed them in the street? Not many, I’m guessing. Time passes and memory fades. People will “know” he’s the father, but in a fuzzy way, and soon enough it will fade to the point where this is brought up as surprising information. People won’t even remember she was married to him. It’ll become weird trivia that no-one really wants to talk about anyway, because it seems disrespectful.

5) At this point, people either assume Jerk has a private relationship with the child, or they notice how Karlie never ever talks about him and speculate that he’s estranged from the child. It’s likely Karlie and Taylor would then go down the route of having Taylor officially adopt the baby at this point, though a public marriage would probably predate that, and all these things take time to roll out and seem natural. Even U-Hauling it!

If J*sh is smart, he’ll keep quiet during all of this. If Kaylor were smart, they would have engineered reciprocal NDAs, where Karlie can’t reveal their marriage was fake, but Jerk can never speak about the baby in return. And I think he might go along with this policy of silence. Remember, what he was always getting out of the arrangement with Karlie was that he appeared straight. Why throw all that away? He won’t want any real involvement with the baby, because it isn’t actually his. But it suits him that people think he got a woman pregnant, and it suits him that he can pretend to be a dad. Just “a private dad” who doesn’t see his kid much. Yes, we might get some annoying stunts where he tries to pretend, but if Karlie and Taylor continue to never give him any oxygen, it’ll eventually reach a stage where people can choose their own version of reality. Some people will think he’s involved and some won’t, but most people frankly won’t care either way.

And I do think that’s the ideal scenario for both of them. Sure, Karlie could eventually leak gossip stories suggesting he’s not the dad. But that would be a hit to her reputation at a time when she is actively trying to rebuild it. WE might all be passionately anti-Jerk and gleeful at the idea of a cheating narrative, but I don’t think it would go down so well with the wider public. He may be from a scummy family but he’s always been viewed as “the one who’s not as bad”, and Karlie still made the apparent choice to marry him. Even if he was scum it would look bad to treat him like that after pretending she loved him .To say that she cheated with some meaningless random guy and got knocked up by him, and this other dude has never even been involved with the kid … . I won’t mince words here. It would make Karlie look terrible. People won’t be saying “ha ha he got what he deserved”, they’d be saying “ wow, Karlie is a sloppy mess”, “wow, how cruel to get knocked up behind her husband’s back”, and finally “wow, Karlie seems so unstable, she’ll treat Taylor badly too and bring trouble down on her head. She probably only even got back with her because she didn’t want to be alone. Taylor should RUN!“

This is NOT the impression they want people to have of Karlie. Which brings me to:

6) Karlie’s reputation has suffered enough, and Taylor knows it. Taylor is no stranger to pivots, and she’s no stranger to playing the long game. What’s most important to her at this stage? I think it’s that she gets to live a free and open life with the woman she loves and the child they’re raising together. I don’t think she cares who is assumed to be, basically, the sperm donor. She will be daddy with this plan, and that’s what counts. So yeah, I think she would go for it. It’s a sacrifice I think she would make.

And really, if he’s not involved in the baby’s life, is it even a sacrifice? We all talk about the “association” around here, but the child won’t have any actual contact with him and Taylor can freeze out any mention of him in the media. There is no actual threat to the child that I can see. Letting people assume he’s the father is NOT the same as letting him into the baby’s life. Kaylor not correcting people’s assumptions doesn’t mean they’re going to actively stunt with him. They can just choose to say nothing, the way they did with the “feud”.

What’s the worst that will happen if people assume the baby has K*shner DNA but is estranged from the family? Seriously, people. Give me answers.

Not just “I don’t want people to think Taylor’s baby has his icky genes”. Because genes don’t make a person and they don’t necessarily make a family either. Taylor’s love and parenthood would not be ANY less if it was assumed she was the adoptive mom with no biological link to the baby. The baby would not be assumed genetically evil for having a few chromosomes from that awful family. Tr*mp’s own sister has been one of his biggest critics, remember? Genetics don’t dictate your politics or your moral compass.Only a fool would actually seriously accuse an innocent baby of being some kind of devil spawn, just because they thought it was Jerk’s.

The K*shners can’t claim or take the baby. They can’t force Karlie and Taylor to stunt with them. So there’s no “using the baby to whitewash Jerk’s reputation”. There’s no putting the baby in danger. And the media aren’t going to bully the baby, because it’s poor practice and would make them look terrible, as well as costing them potentially lucrative future relationships with Karlie and Taylor.

Taylor isn’t “letting Jerk take credit for her baby” either. Not if they refuse to stunt and if it plays out the way I described. Taylor will eventually get recognition as the baby’s real other parent, while Jerk is phased out. Taylor is patient. For the end game I believe she could stand a few months of this.

I’ve turned it over and over in my head and this is the only realistic solution I can see. All our other theories - Karlie pretends to be Taylor’s surrogate, Karlie pretends she slept with someone else, Karlie and Taylor expose the fake marriage, all of those theories - they all seem like wishful thinking. They would never be credible outside our tiny fandom of people who want any memory of Jerk purged forever. (Not possible. The Jerklie history will always exist on the internet, just like Taylor’s supposed “relationship” with Calvin.) We just have to let it go. Separate our heightened negative feelings from the actual likely long term consequences.

This is what will probably happen, if we’re being really sensible and honest with ourselves. We need to stop being so absolutist and thinking it’s the end of the world, because it really doesn’t have to be. It can be just a bump in the road instead. I think we’d all be a lot happier if we adjusted our outlook about this possibility, to be honest. This all or nothing way of thinking is creating so much unhappiness and stress, I hate to see it. We need to just breathe!

I truly believe we won’t get everything we want - but good things are coming.

This is so long, sorry! But I had a lot to say.

Yours,

let’s call me, Pragmatic Anon

#i am posting this only because you put a lot of time into it.#i said i was done with this topic #you ignore a critical part of this? Why should he get any credit for this child #why should this child be stained for no reason #there is absolutely no reason to put this burden on taylor or the child #none #he has nothing to do with it #i will be absolutely stunned if they use their child as part of a publicity stunt #no words #submission

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supertweetycherry · 4 years

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DIE HARD || [iv. Girl Talks and Boys]

—Pairings: BTS x OC

—Genre: BTS Mafia Au, Slight Fluff, Angst (a lot of it), Heartbreak, Thriller

—Ratings: 18+ | MA Content | R

—Warnings: Abuse, Rude Behaviour, Fighting, Blood, Death, Weapons/Blades and Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Killing.

—Summary: She belong to them. They belong to her. It’s simple as that. Period.

—Word Count: 7k

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Chapter 3 - Girl Talks and Boys

“—the local law enforcements in South Korea are still working on the case of the famous murder mystery of the Lee Enterprise executive director, Jung Jae-hee. The case has become a global interest as it is related to the world’s most dangerous and notorious gang of the decade. Tweets, news articles and unseen videos are being surfaced around the web, with ‘Bangtan’ trending on social media. It is being speculated that the notorious group of viscous killers are residing here in America, causing fear and a state-wide panic around the country. The United States government has yet to say anything official about the rumors. Till then, the focus has been shifted onto the murder case and the increasing mafia activities in South Korea—”

Yoona hummed to herself as she sipped onto her herbal tea for the tenth time in the past hour. Her small fingers cupping the warm cup as her ears continued to pick up the words of the nearest news channels playing in the large cafeteria.

It has been few days since the actual incident and people are still continuing to hear the old, recycled news over and over again. The amount of channels covering this piece of segment for the last few days has left a large gaping hole in Yoona’s ears. She was sick, tired and exhausted of it.

Yes, a murder happened in her home country.

Yes, the victim was her former boss.

And yes, the culprits might be the worldwide famous gang called ‘Bangtan’. A native Korean gang who had appeared out of nowhere.

So what? Deal with it!

Yoona sighed loudly as she buried her face into her arms. Her ears picked up the change in the news reporter’s voice. It seemed more feminine now. Pulling her head up a bit, she glanced at the large TV as a new segment rolled in.

“—moving on, the three-day search for the two college girls in Beverly Hills has now come to an end as the local authorities here in the downtown Los Angeles, discovered a series of dead bodies in the Chinatown district of the city. A total of five girls were found, dead and tortured, with their vital organs missing from their bodies. Two of those bodies matched the description of the two missing girls while others are still unaccounted for. The bodies have started to decompose suggesting that they’ve been dead for quite a while before a citizen of Chinatown found them in a ditch near his area—”

The 26 year old groaned and rubbed her ears in frustration as the segment ate her brain up, again. She dipped her head back into her arms, pushing the warm beverage away from her fingers. Sure, she felt remorse, pity and sadness for the dead girls but it also annoyed her that her surroundings are filled with so much of negativity. It triggered her in a way that she didn’t like.

That is until... a large folder slammed onto the white table infront of her. The loud bang that erupted from it was enough for yoona’s tired, aching muscles to tense up again. She had to hold down her cup tightly before it could jump and topple down the table due to the vibrations.

“You know, a small warning would have been sufficed.” Yoona said slowly as she threw a slight glare at the person who dared to interrupt her personal ‘me-time’.

“Bitch please. You should be happy that a mere peasant like you has the honour to be in my holy presence. Not even kings can afford me.”

This only earned the intruder a mocking eye-roll from the 26 year old beauty.

“Don’t you have work to do, your highness?” Yoona mocked as her shaking nerves relaxed. She pulled herself up and continued to drink her warm tea. But it wasn’t warm anymore.

“Not when there’s juicy gossip.” Her friend smirked before shoving the said folder in Yoona’s direction. Yoona stared at it blankly. It was black in colour and looked quite thick. “It’s about Jung Jae-hee.”

“No.”

The mere mention of the late director was enough for Yoona to do a 360 turn and never look back again. She picked up her cold tea and left the small table she was sitting on.

“Yuriii...”

“No, Suzy.” Yoona ignored her friend’s whining as she dumped her cold tea through the drain before leaving the blue coloured cup in the sink. “Why are you all so obsessed with her death? People die all the time. Just get over it.”

The little shiver in the older girl’s voice should have been enough for Suzy to stop pestering her friend. But like the stubborn chick she is, Suzy continued in her voyage to tell the new juicy gossip she had discovered recently.

Yoona didn’t like it when her only friend gave her a sudden smirk before pushing her right through the fire exit’s door and right into the stairs that suddenly appeared in her view.

“Suzy!” Yoona exclaimed when she realised that the younger girl had practically kidnapped her.

“Shush.”

“But—”

“I said shush, Yuri. I need some girl time with you. And this, my friend, is the best way we can relish our old memories, considering hardly anyone looks our way these days.”

That was true. Yoona couldn’t deny that fact. They were the noisy, cheap girls of the company. No-one gave them a second glance unless they needed a one-night stand or something. Yoona wasn’t exactly sure how they gained that reputation. She had never been active in her love life unlike her friend, Suzy. Yoona had kept herself quiet, timid and hidden most of the time. Infact, she’s a pure virgin, with no skills at batting her eye lashes at any pretty boy. So, why?

“You want us to bond over a murder case?”

“No, I want us to bond over the world’s most dangerous species... boys.” The girl exclaimed, making Yoona groan.

Boys is a topic that Yoona tends to stay away from. There are just too many old and painful memories associated with them.

“Come on, don’t be a spoil sport. There are many varieties in here.” Suzy insisted as she pulled Yoona near the steel railings where they found a clean spot to sit on. The older girl didn’t like how open and wide spread the exit was. She peeked down to see an array of blue stairs leading down to the ground floor. They were designed in a zigzag formation, continuing on and on for what seemed like, forever.

It wasn’t Yoona’s first time at being kidnapped by her friend. Suzy had done that to her many times on multiple different occasions. But today, the familiar scenery of the descending stairs was unwelcoming. Not to mention, the see-through glass that acted as the walls of this passageway was too exposing and open for her taste. She could literally see the giant skyscrapers from here with a visibility record of 100%.

Yeah... Lee Enterprise is too rich for their own good.

“So, this baby here—” Suzy held up the thick folder. “—was delivered to the queen boss this morning. And like the curious, evil person I am, I snagged it before she could have a chance to read through the papers.”

Yoona raised her eyebrows at this before shaking her head in disappointment.

“No wonder files kept disappearing around Ji-Soo. She’s too dumb to notice her surroundings.”

“Exactly.” Suzy smirked before flipping through the pages. “And that is how ARIA files must have been stolen from her desk. She really needs to invest in a good secretary.”

Yoona couldn’t help but smile at this. Her uncle’s plaything ‘ARIA’ has been unresponsive for the past few days. The files continued to be missing while no-one has any idea as to what has been going on with ARIA. The large casino building is one of their major money-making sites here in the American branch.

“Anyways, back to the topic, there’s a postmortem report in this folder indicating that our lovely girl, Jung Jae-hee, might not be so innocent as we thought.” Suzy teased, flickering to a page filled with numerous Hangul symbols. “I’m not great at reading Hangul, but by the look of this, I can tell, Jae-hee had an intimate intercourse with her killer. It was right before she was killed. How exciting is that?”

Yoona was spooked by her friend’s glazed eyes.

“Exciting? How is it exciting?” She questioned.

“You very dumb dumb bimbo...” Suzy groaned, hitting Yoona on the head. “Jae-hee was known to have a special, unique taste in men. Whoever she chose to be worthy of her attention, was a diamond from the rarest mines. Think about all the boys that surrounded her. Danny, Brad, Jackson, Bambam and our very own, Taemin.”

The older girl scoffed at her eldest cousin’s name.

“Taemin had a crush on her?” Yoona asked, whacking her brain to remember all the interactions between the two people she despises.

“He still does. Why do you think this baby is here in my hands?” Suzy said in glee, pointing at the opened folder.

“So, what’s the point?”

“The point is that my dear Yuri, Jae-hee had an impeccable taste in men. Which means whoever she had sex with was just as impeccable as her taste. Wanna see who that could be? There are few delicious choices in here.”

The older girl felt scared at her friend’s weird taste in men. She wanted them to bond over a series of hot killers? No thanks.

“No.” Yoona said, shaking her head. “You seriously have a messed up kink regarding these ‘delicious choices’. I’m not interested.” She continued, standing up on her feet.

“Honey, you haven't experienced the dark, steamy side of the world of guns. So women up and sit down.” The younger girl pressured, tugging down on Yoona, forcibly. The force of the little tug, sent the older girl spiralling down onto her bottom.

“Ya!” Yoona shrieked but was ignored by the younger girl.

Suzy threw a smirk in Yoona’s direction before she opened her mouth to recite the names of the killers like an intimate, sex broadcast on a radio.

Yeah, she was that crazy.

“Suspect number one: Do Kyung-soo. Code name is D.O. Height is unknown and DOB is unknown. His occupation is being a freelance hot-headed assassin. He has a body count of 256 people including both women and children. He fights with his hands and bites with his mouth. Known to be very brutal with his victims and has a large thirst towards sex. He’s the maniac elf that even the local law enforcement can’t control.” Suzy read off the folder as Yoona sighed in defeat. She made herself comfortable on the stairs before glancing at the photo of the man that her friend was so intimately reading about.

“The guy looks normal to me.” Yoona commented, not feeling any kind of attraction from the young-ish looking boy. “He’s a bit cute, but not cute enough.”

“You hardly feel anything towards any boy, sweetheart.”

Yoona forced a smile back in her friend’s direction. If only her friend knew about the lost boys from her past.

“So, who’s next?”

Suzy gave a bright smile to Yoona. She patted the older girl in affection before flipping the page to the next person.

“Suspect number two: Kwon Ji-yong. Code name: G-dragon. He’s a sniper, mainly works for the local gang called ‘Big Bang’. But it says here, he’s known to have involved in various assassinations of high profile victims. He’s a bit old for our age but still, he has an impeccable taste in women. Who knows Jae-hee might have fucked him before she departed to hell.”

Yoona looked closely at the picture. The guy looked a bit familiar. Or was it his eyes that reminded her of someone?

“Wait...” she said slowly, letting an old memory resurface. “Isn’t he—”

“Yup. The one and only.” Suzy nodded, cutting her off with a wicked smirk. “Jae-hee must have been one lucky girl to bang one of the most wanted criminals in the world.”

Kwon Ji-yong, AKA the G-dragon, was one of the snipers who was involved in the assassination of Donald Trump, the deceased president of United States of America. The attack took place an year ago. Upon deeper investigations, it was revealed that a series of snipers and killers were hired to kill the president. It was a month of horror for all of Americans and the president himself. There were so many attacks, so many explosions, the streets were flooded with criminals trying to get to the 73 year old man. But in the end, it was the two Asian killers who managed to cut the old man off. And Kwon Ji-yong was one of those Asian killers. The only one who had his face plastered on every news channel.

“Wow..” Yoona gaped at the new information.

“I know right? When I saw him, I had the same reaction.” Suzy commented, running her fingers through the photo. “Too bad he's a wanted criminal. I would have loved to bang this beauty.”

Yoona cringed at the cliche.

“He has a tattoo.” She offered, trying to get Suzy’s glazed eyes off the photo. “A large insect tattoo.”

“So he does.” Her friend teased with a devilish smirk.

“And multiple ear piercings.”

“So he does.”

“He’s not good. He’s bad.”

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Suzy countered with another smirk. “After all, bad boys are known to bring the heaven to you.”

Yoona groaned at her friend’s infatuation with criminal boys. The very first year into their friendship, Yoona had discovered the crazy obsession of bad boys that lives inside the younger girl. It peeked out from time to time whenever the younger girl’s sexual frustration increased, which by the way was a lot of times. Maybe that’s why the 24 year old was no longer a virgin. The pure innocence was lost in a dark, steamy one night stand three years ago.

“You’re still stuck on that boy, aren’t you?” Yoona questioned when she saw Suzy fingering the little trinket in her neck. It was a little necklace piece shaped into a Bluebell, hanging dangerously close to her round cleavage. It always makes a bell like noise whenever it was moved by her fingers or her olive skin.

“Who?” Suzy asked, snapping out of her glazed look. She was still fingering the little necklace.

“You know... that tall, steamy, purple-haired sex god who let you ride him for hours and hours.” Yoona teased, finally enjoying the moment.

A small hue of red appeared on Suzy’s cheeks. Her lips curled into a small smile as a warm feeling entered her chest.

Yoona chuckled at the blushing young girl. That boy must have been very special to cause the great Bae Suzy to blush like a little girl.

“Hush... stop laughing. It’s not funny. We’re going off topic!” Suzy exclaimed, flicking at Yoona’s obvious giggling state. “Yuri, Stop!” The younger begged. “We have to focus on Jae-hee!”

“Oh come on!” Yoona whined, flicking at the folder. “I’m more interested in your steamy one night stand than this folder full of lazy criminals.” The words caused Suzy’s ears to turn red. “Come on, let me do the honours.”

A terrified look appeared in Suzy’s eyes. Before the younger girl could react, Yoona had already snatched the folder out of Suzi’s fingers before throwing it over the railings. It clattered down the small, narrow gap quietly before a loud thump was heard indicating that the thick file has touched down on the ground floor.

Suzy gaped at her friend’s actions before looking down the railings. Yoona followed the same movements, only to discover the large heap of flying papers still descending down the stairs slowly due to the air and their light weight. The black folder itself was lying limply on the bottom floor like a dead man.

“Y-you just... oh my god!” Suzy couldn’t form the words. She looked so shocked that Yoona tried not to look too guilty. Looks like her habits of being unpredictable were acting up again. “That was Ji-soo’s file you dumb child! I was gonna put it back. But now it’s...”

“Don’t worry, she’ll just think it’s lost like the ARIA files.” Yoona shrugged before pulling the younger girl away from the railings. “Now tell me more about your knight in the shinning armour.”

It’s funny how Yoona changed her mood so quickly. A moment ago she wanted nothing more than to run away from Suzy’s constant prodding into her dead boss’s case and now, she wanted nothing more than Suzy to tell her about the dreamy boy she encountered in her euphoric adventures three years ago. She didn’t even care about the giant stairwell that was now flooded with colourful photographs and Korean paperwork outlining the details of a very sensitive case around America and South Korea. Something that could put a lot of people in a tight spot.

“Please?” Yoona begged, trying not to cringe at herself. Suzy looked tormented between her friend and the file on the bottom floor. After few seconds, she sighed in defeat.

“Why do you want to know so much about my man, lady?” Suzy countered, not liking the sudden interest.

Yoona grinned to herself. I’m interested because then you will forget about that stupid murder case and not give me anymore of those painful headaches that I’m already dealing with. She played the words in her mind.

“Because I love a good romantic story.” She beamed at the younger girl. Lies. I hate romantic stories. They always end up with a sad ending. Like mine did.

“Fine.” Suzy agreed, still giving her friend a suspicious look. She clapped her hands before opening her mouth to recite the memorable night once again. But before she could, a loud noise from down below interrupted them. They both panicked as they heard a hoard of footsteps making up the staircase.

With no time to think, they sprinted out of the same fire exit door that they originally came through, just barely escaping the steely eyes of the eldest Lee child who was sprinting up the stairs to find the person who stole the files from his sister’s desk.

He grumbled when he couldn’t find anyone and stared hopelessly at the mess of photos and papers that covered the stairwell, revealing the origins of his illegal sources.

“Fuck.”

*******

“—it has now been confirmed that the missing vital organs of the girls found dead earlier in Chinatown, are up on the black market to be sold to the highest bidder. The local police force are trying to trace the source of origin, but nothing has been found yet. With this new killing spree, young girls are advised to stay in their homes until the culprit has been arrested. The death of these girls has raised awareness issues around—”

“I can’t believe he actually did that.” Jongin commented as he grimaced at the graphic pictures being displayed on the large TV. His elder brother who sat beside him also looked uncomfortable. “Hyung, you should keep him in South Korea. He’s too brutal for America.”

“I wish I could, Kai. But I might have pissed him off real bad this time.” Minseok admitted as he shivered at the screams he heard that day. He was a member of the mafia too. He has seen his fair share of murders and has indulged in various killings but bangtan?... Bangtan is on a completely different level compared to him. They were ruthless and crazy-minded.

“Where is he now?”

“Honestly speaking... I don’t know.” Minseok replied with a shake of his head. He exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have a feeling he’s still here, lurking around somewhere in the city.”

A tensed silence passed through them. Their body tensed up at the thought of their cousin still roaming around somewhere in the city. It’s dangerous for that guy to be here. The man had the most unstable mind in the group despite being the oldest and most responsible. He was an obsessed freak.

“This is too depressing for my liking.” The younger joked. Minseok couldn’t help but smile at the lame joke.

“Yeah, it is.”

There was a small pause between them, before Jongin spoke again.

“I wish Chen hyung was here. I miss him.”

The words were quiet and faint to the normal ears, but with minseok’s enhanced hearing, he heard every syllable. He also heard the painful longing that was hidden behind the tone. He looked at his youngest brother with a sad smile.

Kim Seokjin wasn’t the only one who had lost his love that night. Minseok had lost one of his little brothers that day. Kim Jongdae. He usually went by ‘Chen’. He was assigned as a bodyguard for the lovely Lee Yoona, swearing and dedicating his life to protect the girl who has once saved him when he was little.

“I miss him too, bud.” Minseok replied with the same tone. He really wanted his little brother back. But it was too late. The cheerful, playful boy was gone. He died that night, taking three shots to the chest for the very girl he was trying to protect.

Unknown to the Kim family, somewhere back in their home country, in a dark, dirty cell, a man laid on the floor, whimpering from the recent torture he has just received. His face was half burnt. His body was filled with numerous scars and painful wounds. He was shaking on the cold floor as he cried himself to sleep, thinking of only one thing. His brothers.

*******

“That was a close call.”

Yoona couldn’t agree more. She was slumped down onto her soft, leathery chair, relaxing as she closed her eyes and thought about the unexpected getaway she was involved in few hours ago. All thanks to Suzy of course.

The older girl glared at the younger girl who was invading her cubicle like a tall tree. Suzy’s eyes were focused on Yoona’s slumped state. After their hurried escape, they had separated into different directions, promising to meet up after the coast was clear.

“How can you be so relaxed, Yuri? We nearly got caught this morning!” Suzy whispered-yelled in a low voice. She was sitting on Yoona’s desk, a pile of papers acting as her cushion underneath her curved butt.

“The only thing I care about is that we escaped. And the fact that I will never let myself be kidnapped by you again.” Yoona muttered, poking a tongue out at the younger girl.

Her friend pouted.

“Oh come on!” Suzy whined. “We both know you were enjoying it.”

“Correction. You were enjoying it, I wasn’t. I was miserable.”

Wrong move.

“Fine, then be miserable forever.” The younger girl hissed before jumping off the table and leaving the workspace.

Yoona shook her head in disappointment. She was used to Suzy’s unexpected angry tantrums. Rubbing her head in complete tiredness, Yoona stood up and made her way to the furthest water station that served cold water and some cold ice cubes. Something that she truly needs to soothe the pain in her head.

Despite her bruises being healed, she still felt her body ache from time to time. The lack of a nutritional diet and her constant voyages of skipping meals produced sudden headaches and body weaknesses inside her. It sometimes affected her health in a bad way, but it doesn’t faze her even one bit. She’s careless with her existence. It’s something she has tried to work on but she never had the right motivation.

“Ahh... this feels nice.” She mutters to herself. The small bag of ice cubes was now placed against her forehead as she sipped onto the cold water quietly. The coldness from the bag was seeping into her skin, soothing the hot pain that penetrated her forehead like fire. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right here and then. But something stopped her.

A loud voice echoing behind her.

“ENOUGH!”

The loud volume of the voice was enough to tell her that it was coming from the nearest cabin which turned out to her uncle’s. Putting her makeshift ice bag and the water cup down, she walked further down the corridor that led to her uncle’s cabin. The curiosity cat inside her was bubbling to know the reason behind the loud voice. Her body shook in nervousness as her feet led her to a slightly ajar door. She stepped a bit closer and peaked through the small open space.

Her cousin Ji-Soo was crying as she held her right cheek with her hand. The tears that tickled down the younger girl’s face almost made Yoona regret her decision to eavesdrop. It was then her eyes travelled to the fuming figure that stood like an angry bull, pointing his angry, blazing eyes at his own daughter.

“Do you see this, Ji-Soo?” The man screeched, holding a stack of papers in her cousin’s face. “This means that someone transferred the property on their name, leaving us with no authorities over ARIA. They took possession of our one of the largest money making revenues in America. Do you know how it could affect our reputation here? Or back home? We will be mocked!”

Yoona griped the door frame a bit harder. She wasn’t surprised at the news, considering the disappearance of the property files was a dead giveaway, but she did feel a bit disappointed though. It doesn’t matter if Lee Enterprise is being controlled by her uncle right now. The company is still part of her family’s legacy. Any losses that it faces, it affected her directly. She had a sense of duty towards it. ARIA was one of the true blessings to their company. It brought a good fortune to them. So, loosing the property was a big disappointment to her.

“Appa, I swear it wasn’t my fault. I had no idea.” The younger girl whimpered as Yoona felt a pang of guilt hit her. She felt an urge to hug the girl. Despite her younger cousin’s hatred towards her, Ji-Soo was still her partially blood sister. Whether she admits it or not, they were related by blood. So, when her uncle raised her hand to hit Ji-Soo again, Yoona’s heart clenched at the sight. She held herself back from entering just in time to see another tall figure blocking the raised hand.

Taemin.

Her oldest cousin. The brother who fiercely loved his sisters except Yoona. He stood over Ji-Soo like a protective tiger.

“It wasn’t her fault.” He said firmly, gazing into the man’s eyes who gave him birth. Yoona bit her lip in silence. She felt jealous that her younger cousin is so lucky to have such a protective brother on her side. It nearly made her miss her dead sister who promised to stay by her side forever too.

“You of all people should know that Ji-Soo would never do this, dad. The files were stolen. It’s not her fault.”

The elder man huffed angrily at his son. He exhaled loudly before returning back to his seat.

Yoona felt a bit awkward standing there. She was about to move away is when her cousin’s next words stopped her.

“I know who did this.” His voice was laced with venom. “I know who stole the papers and sold them to a bidder.” There was a forced silence in the air, before he spoke again. “The Kim Industries.”

A sudden chill went down Yoona’s back. She lost the ability to breathe for a second. It’s been years since she had heard that name.

“Don’t be ridiculous. They all died that night.” Her uncle countered, grumbling to himself.

“No, not them. Their extended family. Kim Minseok.”

Yoona felt her eyes water at the familiar name. Minseok was one of the supposed brother she had when everyone was still alive. He took care of her just like her older sister. But after that night, he never got in contact with her. She figured either the man didn’t know she was alive or he hated her for killing his brothers. Four members from the Kim family died that night. It was enough for anyone to hate her, considering they all died protecting her.

“He’s been inactive for years, son.” The eldest Lee said, resting his head on his chair. Yoona could see Ji-Soo cowering in her spot on the fancy couch. “He’s an emotional mess due to his brothers deaths.”

Guilt hit Yoona like a wave of water. Was the man she considered as her older brother was really messed up due to his brothers deaths? Does that mean he hates her?

“Kim Minseok has been very much involved with everything we have neglected, dad.” Taemin’s voice echoed through the small gap. “He’s been eating off our hands without a blink from us. I just discovered his little projects.” A slam of a heavy folder sounded among the room. “He has been gambling in the mafia since the very beginning, staying under the radar to avoid us. All the projects we have been involved in, his company, Kim industries, has been snagging them one by one. And ARIA is one of them. Even after those little bastards are dead, their family line still continued to dominate us.”

The 26 year old felt her fingers grip the doorframe tightly.

“How far off is he?” There was a thick tension radiating from the room. Everything had gone so quiet suddenly.

“Far enough to topple down the lowest of our rank in the circle.”

The circle. Yoona has heard about them before. A mysterious group of leaders. The term has come up in many of her uncle’s secret conversations when she had accidentally stumble upon them. Like today.

There was a silence in the room before something creeked and the door she was leaning on, swung open, toppling her balance and crashing her down to the floor. She groaned slightly at the pain. That was until someone gripped her hair and dragged her into the room.

She bit onto her lips from screaming out.

“We have a pest here, dad.” Yoona gulped as she recognised the harsh voice of her oldest cousin. Her luck has finally ran out. “Let’s teach her a little lesson.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for the fateful slap that would grace her cheek... but after a minute of waiting, it never came. She slowly opened her eyes to see what was happening.

Taemin’s raised hand was being blocked off by another arm. The arm that was covered in a stripy grey suit with the finest material known to mankind. Only one person in the family has a taste for rare things. Her uncle.

“Leave her.” Her uncle’s firm voice cut through the thick silence. Both of his children stood gaping at the man. As for Yoona, she was surprised and shocked to hear the words. Lee Sung-Woo has never defended Yoona before. Her uncle was the one who gave his wife and children permission to torment her with verbal, physical and mental abuse. He let them break her down into bits as he watched from his throne quietly, not giving any care to his beaten and bruised niece. So, why now?

“But dad—”

“I said, leave her.” The older man repeated the words with a dark undertone to his voice. His son shivered before dropping his hand to his side. Yoona glanced at her eldest cousin, only to see him glaring at her. Something told her that she was still in the danger zone.

The elder Lee turned to face her, his light brown eyes boring into her dark ones.

“Get up, Yoona. I have a job for you.” He said, giving her a genuine smile that raised red flags in her head. His face showed the kind features he had mastered over the years while his eyes reflected his true intentions towards her.

Still stunned by his words, Yoona didn’t move from her position on the ground. She still sat on her knees, dress ruffled at places and hair pulled out into a messy hodgepodge due to her eldest cousin’s tight grip on her.

A sudden pain enveloped her when the same man applied a bit of strain onto her escaping roots, causing her to whimper softly.

“Don’t push your luck, pest.” She clenched her jaw at his words, holding herself back from bitting at him. It will sign her an eternity of pain if she ever did.

Slowly but surely, the 26 years old beauty picked herself up from the floor. She stood on her feet with shaky legs as her uncle walked back to his leather chair in the middle of the room.

“I won’t ask you how much you have heard because I know you have heard everything.” The male spoke, rubbing his hands together. “And frankly, it’s a good thing you know this now.” Yoona was puzzled by his words. “Do you remember Minseok?” She nodded which earned her a small laugh from him. “He always stuck around you and your sister like a magnet.”

Yoona bit her lips. Was he mocking her?

By now, she has been forcibly pushed onto a chair, across from her uncle’s table.

“Do you know he hates you?” Her body stiffened. “I bet this vendetta he has going on against Lee Enterprise is because of you. I mean, you were the reason for the death of his brothers after all. How can he not hate you?” Yoona felt a chill run down her back at those words. Her chest ached at the idea of Kim Minseok hating on her. She knew he did, but it hurts a lot when someone say that to her directly. “You very well know who was the target that night.” Yes, she knew. Yoona was the target. Lee Yoona and her older sister. The offspring of the current Lee family.

“And you know why he—” Before he could continue, Yoona cut him off with her hand banging on the dark polished table.

“You don’t need to tell me the past because I know what happened.” She hissed, trying to keep her tears at bay. “I know they died because of me. What do you actually want, uncle?”

A sudden pull on her hair was enough to know that his bratty children are acting up again. She could feel the long nails behind this one. It has to be her darling female cousin.

“Let her go, Ji-Soo.”

��But appa...”

“Let. Her. Go.” The younger child growled before letting go of Yoona’s hair. The 26 year old was surprised at the sudden change in her younger cousin’s behaviour. One moment she was crying and the second she’s on her feet like a wild cat, ready to tear her apart.

“What do you want from me?” Yoona demanded after a full minute of silence.

Traces of a faint smile appeared on her uncle’s lips. He pulled something out of his nearest cabinet and slapped it down onto the table infront of her. She stared at it blankly. It was a large yellow envelope about the size of an A4 page.

“I want you to go on a little trip for me. It’s indefinite of course.” He pointed to the envelope. “All your tickets, identity papers and everything else is in that envelope. You are going to be starting a new life. A new name, a new look and a new identity. Congrats Yoona, you are the new executive director of Lee Enterprise for the Korean branch. You’re going back home.”

“What?!” Three different voices in the room screamed, and Yoona was one of them.

“What do you mean?” She asked, stunned at the words he just blurted out.

His children were also looking at him in shock. Ji-soo’s hand was curled around a nearby couch pillow while Taemin’s fist was turning white due to the pressure he was applying on the chair next to Yoona.

The 26 year old flinched when the leather of the chair curved inwards at the raw strength. She looked at her uncle in obvious shock and fear.

“We need a new person to take the position. It been chaotic in our home country. Since you are practically useless to me right now, I have assigned you as the acting head. The position is yours to work with.”

“What—No!” Ji-Soo said in outrage. “That’s my position! How could you just give it to her?”

“I don’t need to explain my reasons to you, Ji-Soo.”

“But appa—” the girl looked appalled at her father.

“Leave my office. Both of you. Now.” The direct order was cold and piercing to his children’s hearts. The man who had never raised his voice on his kids, unless they did something wrong, is choosing their dirty cousin over them.

When Yoona heard the loud slams of the cabin’s door, she lifted her eyes up to the old man.

“Let’s talk in peace, shall we?”

********

Meanwhile, miles away from America and right into the heart of South Korea, a dark figure, clad in the most darkest attire of an assassin, battled his way through a crowd of armed men as his silver blade pierced through their bodies one by one. With each duck and with each stroke of his blade, blood spilled out onto him like splashes of water. The oncoming rain from above hit him like bullets as he rolled on the wet pavement and slashed at yet another men. His clothing that was designed in the most expensive polymer, tightened around his lean figure as he bent, jumped and rolled under various stalls to avoid the oncoming slaughter of the real bullets, aimed directly at his prominent limbs.

“Ya, hyung!” A childish voice whined from behind him. “Hurry up and save me already. I’m hungry!” A young boy said, jingling the silver metal cuffs on his wrist. He was sitting on a nearby stall, sucking onto a lollipop as armed men surrounded him.

The boy was unfazed by the ring leader who tried to make him cower in fear.

“Pali, Pali hyung!” He whined again when the ring leader tried to take away his lollipop. “Ya! You little cockroach, let go of my lollipop or I swear I’ll stuff your butthole with them.”

The assassin who was in the middle of a trio fight, shook his head in annoyance. He bent and rolled on the ground, letting his blade do the work instead.

“Aish.. this kid.” He muttered to himself before throwing one of his trusty knives at the grubby hands of the ring leader. The old, puggy man screeched in pain as his right hand is pierced by a pointy blade in the shape of a Star. “Stay the fuck away from my brother’s lollipop!”

The said brother smiled and continued to suck on the juicy blob of sugar.

Another minute passed, and the assassin’s enemies has decreased in numbers. Bodies piled up the wet pavement as the last of the armed men fell to the ground with a sliced neck. The only one remained was the puggy ring leader and his two trusted men.

“Daebak! Hyung, your awesome!” The younger boy cheered, clapping his cuffed hands together like a teenage Pom Pom girl. His light brown hair also bounced as he jumped up and down.“I feel so proud. My hyung is the best!”

The said hyung scoffed. He has heard that line several times from the younger boy on many different occasions.

“You say the same thing to others, Jungkookie.”

“No, I don’t.” The boy lied, giving the elder a huge, innocent pout. The tongue that has now turned blue due to the lollipop he has been sucking, lapsed around his puffy lips like a little boy. “Pali, Pali! Save me and let’s go for dinner.” He whined again, pouting his lips and widening his doe-eyes.

“Aish...” The said assassin grumbled before raising his sword like a true ninja. He grit his teeth and charged at the last remaining set of men.

A minute later, all three them fell lifelessly on the ground with broken limbs. The younger bunny boy cheered, jumping on the stall like a little kid.

“Yay! Let’s go for hotdogs now!”

The assassin clad in black huffed and wiped his sword clean with his sleeves. He stashed it back into its holster behind him before tugging on his younger brother’s metal cuffs and pulling him off the stall with one hard pull.

The said boy stumbled to his feet before landing on the wet pavement with a thud. His pretty, child-like face turned into a scowl as he felt the rain water seep into his black pants.

“Hyung!” He exclaimed angrily.

“This is the only favour I’m doing for you, Jungkookie” The assassin said in a husky voice as he removed his face mask. He pulled his hood back, revealing a nest of dark orange hair. “Go back home or I’ll dob on you. Next time you get kidnapped by goons, fight your way out. Don’t call me for help.”

“But it’s fun watching you fight.” The boy whined innocently. But he stopped when he noticed his hyung’s narrowed eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

And with that he pulled himself up on his feet, discarding the metal cuffs on the ground with no help. His hands swiped another lollipop out of his pocket before he skipped away, throwing a simple smirk over his shoulders.

“I swear I’m going to skewer him one day.” The assassin mumbled before shaking his head. Who is he kidding? The bright, sunny angel inside him would never let the dark ninja kill his maknae.

Stupid brotherly bonds.

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the bars that separate us

the discordix winx club server i’m in is doing a weekly writing prompt so here you go *gestures vaguely*

prompt: we've both been arrested and we're stuck in the same jail cell we won't be bailed out until morning so you might as well tell me your story.

Riven heard her arrival long before he ever caught a glimpse of her. Propped uncomfortably between the humming magical bars and the rough stone of the back wall, he revelled in the complete silence of the Magix City police station he was currently confined to. They must have had a quiet night because he was the only current occupant of the some dozen cells that made up the hallway.

At first he didn’t even recognise the noise for what it was. But eventually they were close enough, and he realised it was the approaching roar of many, many people, and judging by the noise level they were all congregating around the front of the police station. Suddenly the volume ratcheted up another notch, becoming so loud that even in the bowels of the station, Riven began to hear snatches of what had to be the voices of paparazzi and fans.

“- here over here-”

“-what happened tonight-”

“-oh my god-”

“-how will this affect-”

“-what have you got to say for yourself-”

“-love you so much-”

The volume ticked up again for a moment before ceasing altogether, and Riven wondered idly if one of the officers had placed a sound muffling charm on the door.

When they finally did bring her in, Riven had to admit that his first thought was that she certainly didn’t look worth the attention of the screaming paparazzi outside, nor the four officers as well as the captain of the station who were escorting her to the cell adjacent from Riven’s own. She had pretty, delicate features, but wore no makeup and her hair was scraped back into a messy knot. Not to mention she was tiny, having to be near a foot shorter than Riven, and wore only a hoodie zipped haphazardly and baggy, grey sweatpants.

“Got you a bit of star power to keep you company, Ghatrif,” the captain grunted, taking the magically reinforced cuffs off the girl’s wrists.

The girl, who could be no older than Riven himself, scoffed something unintelligible and threw herself down onto a bench that he knew from experience was hard as a rock.

“Did you need anything, Miss Zhensheng?” one of the officers asked eagerly, but the girl ignored him and slumped further down on the bench, propping her sneakered feet up on the bars that separated her cell from Riven’s.

“I’m sure Miss Zhensheng will be fine until the morning when a justice fairy will be available to deal with both of them,” the captain said, his hard glare sliding from the girl to Riven, who silently held his hand up in the universal ‘What? I’m innocent’ gesture.

Another of the officers bit her lip before reaching up to whisper something in the captain’s ear. Immediately his face twisted in annoyance.

“No, you can’t have her autograph. Now go, you’ve got work to do.” He shooed the four officers out, and closed the door firmly behind him, leaving the two of them to each other’s company.

“Quite the fanclub you’ve got there.” Riven couldn’t help the words that slipped out, nor the snide tone that he said them in; his friends were always telling him he had no filter, and that it was probably the reason he was always getting into fights. The way Riven saw it, he won most of the time, so there was hardly a problem.

The girl, who had turned to watch the captain leave with narrowed eyes, abruptly looked back at him, their gazes meeting for the first time. Something, be it her face or her last name, tugged at Riven’s memory but he couldn’t place where he might know her from. Letting any traces of curiosity fade from his expression, he raised an eyebrow, silently prompting her to speak.

Rather than say anything however, she merely flipped him off before shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie as she looked away again. The action from the pint sized girl surprised Riven enough that a chuckle escaped him. A muscle in the girl’s jaw popped but still she said nothing.

Since she clearly had no interest in conversing with him, Riven felt no obligation to cease staring at her, deciding to pass the time by pondering on where he might know her from. The school for specialists Riven had attended had been all boys but he didn’t think she’d been a student at the local school for fairies either, he was sure he would have remembered her. Riven wasn’t much for watching television or movies so he didn’t think that’s where he’d seen her, and with the septum ring hooked through her nose and her fierce eyes he didn’t think she was a member of royalty either.

Riven worked as a Guardian for the dimension so it was very possible he’d saved her on one of his adventures - or misadventures as they sometimes turned out to be - but somehow Riven didn’t think it was that either. There was something hard about this girl, a tough exterior that begged for anyone to fuck with her and endure the (probably painful) consequences. He couldn’t imagine her as the kind of damsel in distress he regularly encountered.

Apparently sick of his staring she slowly turned to look at him again, something dangerous in her expression. It only made Riven want to push her further to see what would happen.

“Can I help you?” She spoke slowly, her voice low and husky, wrapping around Riven like an embrace, and as she did he knew instantly where he knew her from.

“You’re that singer. Maia.”

She cocked her head, seeming not to know what to make of him. “Musa,” she finally said.

Riven clicked his fingers, “That’s it.” He dragged his mind back over everything he had ever heard about this girl, Musa. “What would a media darling like you be doing in a place like this?”

His words had the desired effect because she hissed out a breath. It was well known that Musa Zhengsheng was far from a media darling as it were, in fact Riven was sure some well meaning fan out there had documented every run in Musa had ever had with the paparazzi. He was even more sure that that list would be as long if not longer than Riven’s own rap sheet.

Musa bared her teeth in a shark-like smile. “Destruction of property.”

Another shred of information came back to Riven. “Bet your label loved that.”

Musa Zhengsheng had made a very recent, very public, and very controversial split from her record label, and had been only too happy to show her contempt for them in subsequent interviews, accusing them of stifling her creative license. Riven had scoffed and rolled his eyes when his friends had discussed the juicy gossip with clear interest but had secretly followed the story himself. Musa had played a concert the eve of the news breaking, and Riven could still remember shivering as he watched a clip of her spreading her arms and singing unapologetically to 100,000 adoring fans “No one can be just like me any way.”

Watching the clip, Riven had believed her then, and looking into her fierce, dark eyes now, he still believed it.

Sitting in the cell she stared into his eyes unflinchingly. “Good.”

Riven’s lip curled in distaste as he found admiration and irritation running through him in equal parts. There was no doubt she was a force to be reckoned with, but there was also no uncertainty in his mind that the morning would bring an overpaid lawyer and manager to bail Musa out for what would become a night of mere inconvenience and performative rebellion. Riven in the meantime would be left to deal with whatever punishment the justice fairy deemed appropriate for him.

“So, that’s it then? Just a fun way to say fuck you to your old record label.”

Musa surprised him by blinking and looking away first.

“Yeah,” she said, voice sounding thick. “Pretty much.”

Riven jolted in surprise and realisation. “But it’s not, is it? You’re full of it. That’s not why you’re here at all.”

Musa sat up swiftly and pushed up from the bench, pacing around the cell restlessly. “‘Course it is,” she said briskly, refusing to look at him. “That’s exactly why I’m here.”

He scoffed, unwinding his legs so he could stand and approach the bars. “Bullshit.”

Musa turned on her heel and stomped up to the bars. “Fuck you,” she spat, looking livid, and despite her short size, Riven found himself glad for the magic separating them. “Who are you? Some loser who’s probably got a rap sheet a mile long and doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself? Who are you to judge me or think you know me? You don’t even know me.”

“I know that after tonight you’ll go back to jet setting around with your rich friends, not a care in the universe, raking in the money with that pretty, little voice of yours.”

“You don’t even know me,” Musa said again, but this time Riven swore he saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes.

She turned her back on him but didn’t move away, instead sliding down the magical bars until she was sitting on the hard ground. Riven watched her do it, not feeling quite so badass, nor so justified in his anger, before sinking to the ground as well, propping his back against the bars. The floor was cold but Musa’s back was warm against his, a fact that he tried to ignore.

“My best friend’s fiance died a month ago,” Musa said bluntly, breaking their impasse. Riven blinked and turned his head to try and catch a glimpse of her face, but she remained looking forward. “I had weeks left of my tour and I felt like the worst friend in the world that I couldn’t be with her through it all. I only had a few concerts left so I asked if we could reschedule them so I could come home early. But my fucking label wouldn’t have it, thought it would make them look bad. Well, I hope they look downright shitty now.”

“Please tell me the destruction of property charge was for smashing up their offices.”

Riven couldn’t see her face, but he thought maybe she was smiling as she said, “Nah, my revenge on them was not letting them make money off me anymore. I was up for contract renewal with them and they actually had the balls to send a first draft over. I ripped it up, danced on the pieces, then set them on fire.”

Riven couldn’t help but grin at the mental image. Then he realised something. “So if it wasn’t their property you destroyed, then who…”

“I finally got home tonight, and went straight to my friend’s place. I had to get her out of there, it was too full of memories of the two of them, but of course there was a million fucking people waiting outside. I can handle it when they come for me, but my family? My friends? Fuck that shit. So when one of those bastards shoved his camera in her face and asked how she was coping with her fiance’s death, I fucking lost it. I- well, let’s just say that camera is not going to be taking pictures anymore.”

“Good. Lowlife deserved it.”

“Maybe. But now my friend has to spend another night without me.”

“You’re a good friend, Musa, and she’ll know that.”

She didn’t answer for a beat, and when she did, all she said was, “So, what’d they get you for?”

Riven heard it for the clear attempt to change the subject that it was, and didn’t push her anymore. Instead he sighed, staring across his cell as he tried to figure out how to tell the story without coming across as totally lame. “B&E.”

“Oh yeah?” Musa asked, still sounding morose. “Get anything good.”

“No,” Riven said glumly, then sighed again. “My best friend, we came up in foster care together for a while before she was adopted out. The only thing she has left of her birth family is this necklace. When she broke up with her asshole ex she left most of her stuff behind at his place because she just wanted to get away from him. He gave back some of it, but the fucker knew how much that necklace meant to her and he’s been holding it over her head ever since, trying to get her to get back with him.”

Musa made a disgusted sound low in her throat. “Psycho.”

“Basically. She tells him there’s no way it’s gonna happen, she’s met someone new, nice guy, and she’s finally happy, so of course he decides he’s not handing it over then.”

“So, you thought you could break in there and steal it back for her.”

Despite himself, Riven smiled. “Something like that. And failed miserably. It’s uh-” he coughed uncomfortably. “It’s been a while since I’ve done something like that, I was rusty.”

“Still pretty noble though. I’m sure your friend appreciates the effort.”

“Nah, she’ll probably smack me over the head when I get out of here, and call me an idiot for good measure.”

Musa gave a surprised cackle of laughter. “I think I’d like this girl.”

Riven chuckled. “Probably. She’d like you too, probably more than she likes me.”

He felt a finger poke his side, and he glanced over his shoulder to find that Musa had scooted around and was looking at him.

She bit her lip. “I’m sorry I said you were a loser who didn’t care about anyone else.”

“That’s alright, I told you that you were a stuck up rich girl with no problems.”

“Truce?” Musa asked, sticking her hand through the bars.

Riven took it and shook, enjoying the flare of warmth at the feeling of her skin on his. “Truce.”

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justlookfrightened · 4 years

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Zimbits bingo post #2

A/N: This takes place immediately after the first part of the first installment (before the time jump). Read the first installment here.

Mutual pining

“Nice guy, huh?”

Jack was watching Bitty walk down the sidewalk, carrying his empty plastic container.

“Yeah,” Jack said. “Yeah, he was.”

“You could invite him over again,” Shitty said. “He’d probably bring more eggs if you asked.”

“I don’t know,” Jack said, closing the door softly. “Seems like he bakes a lot.”

“That is his job,” Shitty said.

“And he doesn’t like dogs,” Jack said.

“He never said that,” Shitty said.

“He was afraid of Puck,” Jack said.

“Not really,” Shitty said. “Not by the time he left.”

It was true, sort of. Eric didn’t look like he’d be offering to play a rousing game of tug with her anytime soon, but he had scratched behind her ears and said goodbye to her as well as to Jack and Shitty.

“You’re welcome to visit with Jack,” he told the 55-pound bundle of affection and energy. “But please don’t scare my chickens anymore.”

“Here’s what you do,” Shitty said. “You walk Puck around to the other side of the block. You happen to see Eric out in the yard. You say hello and show off your girl’s impeccable leash manners. And you say, why don’t you stop over for coffee? Or dinner? To make up for the trouble Puck caused.”

“First, Puck doesn’t have impeccable leash manners,” Jack said.

“Don’t say that,” Shitty said, attempting to cover Puck’s ears. “Don’t be so negative.”

“And he only came over here to complain about Puck getting into his yard,” Jack continued. “It’s not like he has any reason to like me.”

“But, brah, that pie,” Shitty said. “You’ve got to get to know him better.”

“Shits, if I get to know him better, it won’t be for his pie,” Jack said. “Wait, that doesn’t mean something dirty, does it?”

“I know you mean his actual pie,” Shitty said. “And it is great pie. But if not that, what about his big brown eyes? The ones that were looking at you the whole time he was here?”

Jack shook his head.

“He’s a nice guy,” he said. “He doesn’t want my dog in his yard. That’s all there is to it.”

“He’s cute as a button,” Shitty said. “And he likes you. He didn’t have to come in and make omelets and stay for an hour. He likes you. Don’t sell yourself short. The question is, do you like him?”

Jack didn’t answer.

The fact was, Shitty was right. Eric was attractive, no doubt. “Cute” wasn’t really adequate to describe him. And he was kind and polite, and Jack liked the way his voice sounded. Jack liked what little he knew about him. He could like Eric. He could like Eric very much.

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“Hi, Mama,” Bitty said. “How are the church ladies?”

Suzanne Bittle hadn’t been thrilled when Bitty told her he was going to stay in New England after college, but she understood that job prospects in the media world were better for him there, and, once he came out to her, that it was easier for him to live an authentic life well away from Madison. It helped that he came to visit at least twice a year, and kept up with all the family and neighborhood gossip by calling a couple of times a week. Including after the Wednesday night ladies’ Bible study, where there was usually more gossip than Gospel going on.

“Oh, you know,” Suzanne said. “Donna’s daughter is pregnant again, and she’s hoping for a granddaughter. Oh, and you remember Lisa Smith? She’s pregnant, too, even though the wedding’s not for another two months.”

“The wedding?” Bitty said. “Is she sure the baby is Micah’s?”

“Hush you,” Suzanne said. “How was your day?”

“All right, I guess,” Bitty said. “I met one of my neighbors.”

“Yes? Someone who’s home during the day like you?”

“Sometimes,” Bitty said. “Would you believe he’s a professional hockey player?”

“Really? Did you meet him at the rink?”

“Mama, I don’t think he has any reason to be at a rinky-dink community rink like where I skate,” Bitty said. “He gets all the ice time he needs at the team facility. He’s actually still in playoffs. They just won a series against Carolina last night, so he has a few days off.”

“So how did you come to meet him?”

“Well, I rang his front doorbell with a pie and some eggs,” Bitty said.

“What? Just out of the blue?”

“I didn’t know who it was,” Bitty said. “I went over because his dog keeps getting in my yard and pacing back and forth outside the chicken coop. She’s a big pit bull — I don’t want her to push her way in. It would be a massacre.”

“Oh, my,” Suzanne said. “Weren’t you a little nervous about confronting someone with a dog like that?”

“Actually, yes,” Bitty said. “That’s why I brought the pie and the eggs. And he did seem a little annoyed at having a stranger on his porch at first, but once I explained the situation, he apologized. Said he’d fix the fence, and that he had a friend — would you believe Jack has a friend whose nickname I can’t repeat to you?— who was supposed to be watching the dog.”

“Jack is his name?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bitty said. “Jack Zimmermann.”

“There used to be a hockey player, years ago, Bob — Bad Bob Zimmermann, they called him,” Suzanne said. “He was … very handsome. Your Aunt Judy had a poster. I wonder if he’s any relation? Let me look him up —”

“Mama, please don’t,” Bitty said.

“Why ever not? He’s a professional athlete, I’m sure I can find out who his father is.”

“I��m sure you can,” Bitty said. “But — I don’t know, it feels like an invasion of privacy? Like, we hardly talked about hockey at all when I went inside. I wouldn’t have known what he did for a living at all if Sh— his friend didn’t say something about all the protein he needs to eat when I was making the omelets.”

“Omelets?”

“He said he didn’t really eat pie, and it seemed rude to just leave the eggs,” Bitty said. “So I made us a little supper. The three of us, Mama, so don’t go getting ideas.”

“But is he good looking?”

Bitty sighed. Mama would probably at least look up a picture as soon as they hung up.

“Yes, Mama, he is,” Bitty said. “He’s also a professional hockey player and is almost certainly very, very straight. Or so deep in the closet it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

“It’s just you haven’t talked so much about anyone since —”

Since Andrew, who had been wonderful until he wasn’t.

“Mama, just because I haven’t dated for a while —”

“I was going to say since you moved to that new house and started working mostly from home,” his mother said. “I know you can do your editing at home just as easily, and you like to test the recipes in your home kitchen, and it gives you more time for your videos, but don’t you miss seeing people every day?”

“Not enough to spend two hours in traffic five days a week,” Bitty said. “I’ll make friends here. Until then, I’ve got my chickens and the kids I teach at the rink.”

“And now a nice neighbor,” Suzanne said. “Who happens to also be nice-looking.”

“I guess so,” Bitty said. “But just because he wasn’t nasty about his dog doesn’t mean he wants any more to do with me.”

Even if Bitty really hoped he did.

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fratboyvivimatthews · 5 years

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superstar - jack hughes

summary: with being drafted first comes the media tour, and a lot of time away. something you’re used to being jack’s girlfriend, only this time something seems wrong.

warnings: sad fluff, swearing

word count: [8,190]

“You know I should be happy right now,” Jack admit eyes pulling away from yours, his forehead dropping to rest against your own. “I’m about to get on a private plane, talk hockey for who knows how many days, get to play hockey at the prospect camp, and best of all - sign my contract.” His blue eyes met your e/c again, as you cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“But you’re not?” You asked not understanding fully. “J, this is what you’ve been dreaming about since you started skating. At this time next year we’ll be at the lake house talking about your first NHL season. You should be over the moon.”

A soft smile graced his face while he tilted his head to press a kiss to the inside of your hand. “Yeah, and I am Y/n/n, promise. I’m over the moon, but I’d be even happier if I got to take you to Newark with me. Mom and dad are going, and they said it’s okay if you come. I get your reasoning for wanting not to, I really do love, but I want you there with me. Supporting me, so please Y/n/n you can still come with,” Jack begged a hopeful look in his eyes, but as soon as he saw you start to shake your head, it was gone.

Sighing you offered him a sad smile. “Jack, you know I want to come with. I want to spend as much time with you as I can before college and you the NHL, but babe this isn’t my place to be,” you explained with a frown painting your face. “This is about you, not me, and it should be for you, and your parents. They’re the people who’ve been there for you through it all, I haven’t.”

It was Jack’s turn to frown as he slowly nodded his head. “Don’t you get it Y/n? Your place is there, because your place is with me. Sure my parents have been supporting me forever, but so have you. Who was the person there for me in Minor Midget?”

“Me,” you mumbled looking down at his dress shoes, and your high top converse.

“That’s right you were love. Y/n anywhere I’ve been you’re there following me, cheering me on. You have been since we met and became best friends when we were five. That’s not gonna change now that I’m in Jersey and you’re at Penn State,” Jack rambled, his hands now resting on top of your own. “So this is just as much for you as it is me, and my parents. Please baby, just come with us,” he whispered, eyes never pulling away from yours.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut of by someone calling for Jack. “You have to go to Newark J, without me. I’ll be fine with Quinn and Lukey - hey why are your eyes watering?” Gently his head shook, and a single tear slipped out of his eye. Your thumb brushed over his cheek wiping the tear away. “J please don’t cry,” you whispered as more threatened to fall, “it’s okay love. You have all of those fans waiting for you, so much planned. Plus we’re still gonna get to talk every single night you’re gone. It’s going to be okay Jack.”

His head nodded as the smile he held for you, and only you grew on his face, “‘m gonna miss you, that’s all.” You nodded quick to agree with him, as he was called for again but his time by Ellen. Your arms snaked around his neck so you could pull him close to you. “God ‘m gonna miss you so fuckin’ much Y/n/n. I just wish you’d come with.”

Turning your head you pressed a kiss to his neck, trying your hardest not to cry. “‘M gonna miss you too J. So damn much, but you know I can’t. I’d feel out of place, spend time with your mom and dad for me. You can call me whenever you want, I’ll always answer you.” He nodded before pulling away slightly.

“Jack come on we gotta go,” Jim called making you both frown.

“I’m coming,” he called over his shoulder before giving you his full attention again. His lips pressed against yours softly before he pulled away from you. “Well I guess I gotta go,” he muttered scared to look you in the eyes as he did.

“You better go J, or else they’re gonna be coming over here to get you,” you answered untangling yourself from him. “Hey, I love you superstar. You’re gonna have a great time there, I know it.”

Jack leaned over grabbing his bag before throwing it over his shoulder. “I love you too Y/n/n, I’ll call you when we land.” You gave him a thumbs up scared to hear the waver in your voice as he pressed one last kiss to your cheek, before turning around and walking towards Ray Shero and the rest of the management staff. Sighing you turned around and walked towards Quinn and Luke who had watched the entire scene play out.

When you made it over to them Quinn’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into him as the three of you walked towards the gate for your own flight. “It’ll be okay Y/n/n, I know it sucks right now, but Jack will understand why you didn’t go with. Plus you’re in good hands with us.”

A smile cracked across your face and you nodded, “Yeah I guess I am.”

“He fucking met Adam Sandler,” you called throwing your phone on to Jack’s bed. “That lucky little bitch.” The door burst open and in came both Luke and Quinn concerned looks on their faces. “What’s wrong?” You asked confused as of why they were suddenly in the one place you found comfort when Jack was gone for hockey.

“There was screaming,” Luke huffed collapsing on the bed next to you out of breath. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.” Your eyes moved up to Quinn who nodded in agreement before dropping down on the other side of you. “But you were saying?”

You scrambled to grab your phone to show the two boys the picture that the Devils had posted on Twitter and Instagram. “Jack got to meet Adam Sandler, and th-” You were cut off by the sound of Jack’s text tone and a notification from him.

In the message was the same picture of him and the actor captioned: met your second favorite hockey player. games about to start. A smile broke out on your face, even if he had broken the news about meeting Happy Gilmore late.

my second favorite player? who’s my first j? well, have fun, and quit texting me! enjoy it babe:)

You were quick to clear out the conversation seeing as Quinn and Luke were looking over your shoulder to see what was happening. “Will you quit looking at our messages? God you’re worse than Jack,” you huff in annoyance locking your phone, ignoring the fact he had just texted you again.

“You’re not gonna answer that?” Quinn asked picking your phone up from where you dropped it. “Oh look he snapped you too Y/n/n, it must be important.” Your eyes rolled as your snatched the phone from his hands.

“Trying to hide something Y/n? Don’t want us to see something?” Luke pressed with a smirk growing on his face, a matching one also on Quinn’s. You shoved the youngest Hughes brother away from you, reaching over him in the process to grab the remote for Jack’s tv. Turning it on you pressed a button bringing up Netflix causing both Quinn and Luke to groan.

Looking between the two you raised your eyebrows, “Something wrong boys?”

“Yeah there is. I swear to god Y/n/n, if you put Gossip Girl on I’m gonna kill you. I don’t get how Jack puts up with it. You’ve rewatched it how many times?” Sheepishly you held up five fingers causing Luke to scoff and Quinn to shake his head. “You guys have been dating for three years, I swear that’s the only thing you guys watch on Netflix.”

Luke was rapidly nodded his head. “It is, sometimes Friends gets thrown in there, but otherwise it’s always Gossip Girl.” Your mouth dropped open shocked that he had ratted you out to his older brother. A smirk of victory painted his face, and you shook your head arms crossing over your chest.

“Fine we won’t watch Gossip Girl,” you sigh skipping over it on your recently watched. “How ‘bout The Office? Some Michael Scott sounds good right about now.” The two of them fell quiet and they knew you were missing Jack, and that’s exactly why they didn’t plan on leaving your side. The three of you soon cuddled up together, your head resting on Luke’s chest. You were so into the show, and bickering with the two brothers that you hardly answered Jack, or heard when he text you.

Occasionally you’d answer his score updates, his random i miss you’s, mixed in with some i love you’s. Your responses were simple; telling you missed him too, that you loved him, a couple thanks for the updates, ended with the “i’m not the priority j. pay attention to the game”. The time must have flown by because suddenly you got a notification that he had posted on Instagram followed by a text message.

on the way to the hotel. talk to you in a few?

of course, i’ll be waiting

“Was that J?” Quinn asked causing you to nod your head from Luke’s chest. “What did he say? Tell you to go like his new post?” Reaching over you slapped his shoulder while Luke laughed next to you. “I’m joking Y/n, what did he actually say? I haven’t heard from him like at all today.”

“He said he’s on his way back to the hotel, and that he’ll talk to me in a few,” you explained your attention falling back on to the tv show. You laughed along to some stupid joke Dwight made trying to shake the feeling that Quinn and Luke were both looking over at you. “Do you guys wanna stay and talk to him or?”

Luke’s body shrugged from underneath you, and you turned to see Quinn do the same. “He’s calling you Y/n/n, not us. We can talk to him another time.” Looking up you watched Luke nod his head to agree with his oldest brother. “We can stay and sa-”

The sound of Jack’s ringtone played throughout his room, as you picked up your phone from where you set it on Luke’s chest. You were quick to hit the green accept button, just seeing his contact picture brought a smile to your face. “Hi Jackie,” you sang smiling brightly up at him.

“Hi Y/n/n, god it’s good to hear your voice finally,” he gushed while setting his phone up so it rested against a lamp. “Hi Luke, hi Quinn. Please stop trying to steal my girl from me,” he teased referring to you still cuddled up to his younger brother.

“Don’t worry J, we’re just here to say hi, but now she’s all yours,” Luke informed shoving you off of him. Him and Quinn both waved at the camera before disappearing out of the room, and closing the door behind them.

Jack sighed on the other line while pulling his black tee-shirt off and throwing out of the frame somewhere. “Are you trying to give me a trip tease J? Because I hate to break it to you, I’m already dressed for bed in one of your sweatshirts and a pair of your boxers.” His laugh filled your ears, but your couldn't help but notice how it seemed wrong. Not in a bad way, but in a way were he sounded like he was sick. A concerned smile crossed your face which didn’t go unnoticed by him, but you were quick to ask him questions. “So how was your day today? The game looked like it turned out eventful.”

He was quick to smile and nodded before picking up his phone and falling back onto the white hotel pillows. “Yeah it turned out pretty eventful,” he answered, hand running through his hair. “But yeah it was busy. I had that podcast, met with some fans, the MSG network thing, and then the game. So yeah pretty busy. What about you love, what’d you do?” He asked eyes glued to you the entire time.

“Well Jackie, my day wasn’t that eventful, but yeah I did nothing. Worked out with Luke and Quinn and that was about it. I can barely feel my body,” you whined causing his laugh to fill your ears, and you couldn’t help but focus on the fact that it still didn’t sound right. “Watched some episodes of The Office, but nothing much.” He nodded his head and your mind started racing, thinking of the podcast he had done, then it clicked. “Hey J, are you feeling okay?” You asked sitting up to rest against the headboard.

Jack’s eyebrows raised in confusion as he slowly nodded his head. “Yeah I feel fine, why babe?” Your shoulders shrugged and you focus back on the TV in front of you embarrassed you assumed wrong. “Hey talk to me Y/n/n, why do I don’t look okay?”

Your eyes went wide as you shook your head no. “God no J, you looked so good in that suit last night, and on that talk show. Plus again today? Wow I can’t believe that you’re all mine.” A pink tint colored his cheeks as you rambled on. “It’s just you sound sick, you know what I'm getting at?” He hummed in response causing you to look back down at your phone to see his face. “Not only that, but you look exhausted babe.”

“Well I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, that talk show and whatever,” he explained and you nodded your head quickly, not fully believing him. “I’m kinda jet lagged, but it’s getting better, but yeah I think I’m fine.” You could tell it was a lie as soon as it left his mouth, and you knew it was a lie because he had called you three times during the night. Each time you missed because you were sound asleep, but you woke up to one voicemail, and two texts; one being the explanation for the calls, and the second being your normal good morning text from him.

It was safe to say you knew he wasn’t okay. “Okay well, if you say there’s nothing wrong, I guess there’s nothing wrong right?” You asked biting into his lie. He mumbled a ‘right’ and you forced a smile. “J it’s pretty late, you should try to get some sleep superstar. You got another big day tomorrow.”

Closing his eyes he sighed. “I know, and that’s why I wish you were here Y/n/n, I could really use one of your back massages right about now.” That was another tell that he wasn’t okay, he never asked for a back massage unless something was really bugging him. “But I get why you didn’t come love, and you’re right I do need to get some sleep. A lot is happening tomorrow.” Smiling you nodded your head, proud of what he was doing, but also sad you couldn’t be there for him when he clearly needed you there with him. Now that was on you.

“Well I guess I should let you go huh?” You asked with a defeated tone not wanting to say goodnight to him.

“Yeah I guess you should, unless you wanna stay on Facetime until we fall asleep,” Jack suggestested with a shy smile. “If you don’t want to I completely get it Y/n/n.”

“Jack you’re crazy if you think I don’t want to stay on the phone with you. Of course I do, but you have to promise to get some sleep,” you countered with a smile of your own. You hoped this would help you figure out if he really was getting sleep or not. His pinky showed up on the screen making you lift your own. “Goodnight J, I love you. Please, please get some sleep,” you begged while plugging your phone in, and setting it on Jack’s pillow.

Exhaustion started to pull his eyelids down, but his smile for you never faded. “Goodnight Y/n/n, I love you too, and I will. I promise.” It didn’t take you long to fall asleep to the sound of his breathing on the other line, but for Jack it was another sleepless night.

Wiping the sweat from your forehead you pulled the Hughes’ fridge open looking through it for the bowl of fruit you knew was hidden in there somewhere. But not before opening up the Devils new post which just happened to be of Jack and little kids. Squealing you were quick to go through the pictures, double tapping it in the process. The smile on Jack’s face caused your own to grow, Jack and little kids had that effect on you.

Screenshotting almost all of them, you sent them in a message to him along with a picture a picture of tears in your eyes and a bright smile across your face.

j, are you trying to kill me?

You knew you wouldn’t be getting an answer for awhile, but even though it hurt to think about you were okay with it. Locking your phone you went back to the mission at hand, and grabbed the tupperware of fruit before shutting the fridge door. Walking over to the island you set it down, pulled the top off and popped a few raspberries in your mouth as a text from Jack popped up on your lockscreen.

Opening it you saw a selfie of him and a little blond haired boy both smiling widely at you. Your heart raced at the image of your boyfriend with the cute little boy, almost so much that you missed his message.

that’s exactly what i’m doing love. this is chase, he says hi and that you’re pretty. i think he’s trying to steal you from me:/

well since you’re trying to kill me, i guess chase is my new boyfriend;)

“Why are you so happy? We just ran five miles,” the sound of Quinn’s voice caused you to jump and drop your phone onto the counter. “Oh shit sorry Y/n/n, I thought you heard me walk in.”

Grabbing a grape from the container you threw it at his head glaring at him, “No asshole I didn’t hear you walk in. You don’t make much sound when you walk into the kitchen Q.” His hands shot up in surrender as he bent over to pick up the grape that had hit him, and dropped to the floor. “And as of why I’m happy even after a run, your brother is with little kids signing stuff, and he sent me a picture of one.” Quinn didn’t even need to be looking at you to know your smile was larger than life. Everyone knew how happy Jack made you, plus mixed in with little kids? You were a goner.

“Well that explains it,” he answered with a smile of his own before sliding up next to you. “So did he have anything else to say, other than the fact he’s with fans?” The tone of his voice caused your eyebrows to raise as you reached in to grab a strawberry. “Don’t look at me like that Y/n, it’s a serious question.”

You shook your head no, choosing not to speak with your mouth full. “No he didn’t Quinn,” you stated mouth empty of fruit, “he’s still at the meet and greet with them. Busy man and all.” The oldest brother nodded his head to agree with you, popping a couple more grapes into his mouth. But you couldn’t help but focus on the look he was giving you. “You know something don’t you?” You questioned arms crossing over your chest.

Quinn’s shoulders shrugged as he silently ate more of the fruit in between the two of you. Narrowing your eyes you leaned in closer to him in efforts to make him speak. Sighing he caved, “Fine I do. I know that he needs you there Y/n/n.” Your eyes rolled as you grabbed more fruit to eat. “Hey don’t get mad at me, I’m telling you what you wanted to hear.”

It was your turn to sigh as Quinn’s focus never left you. “He looks so happy Quinn, he’s finally getting everything he’s ever deserved,” you spoke eyes staring down to your lock screen which showed a picture of you and Jack in the bathroom mirror. His arms wrapped around your waist, your back flush to his chest, and his lips pressing against the skin of your neck. “He doesn’t need me there.” Your eyes carefully glanced up to gage Quinn’s reaction who just stood there shocked you would say such a thing.

“Y/n/n you guys have been together three years, of course Jack needs you there,” he countered making you let out a huf. “You’re the person he goes to for everything, and he may be happy right now, but god Y/n he’d be so much happier if you were there.” Your heart squeezed at the thought of Jack being sad over the fact you weren’t there.

“How do you know that?” You whispered, pulling your gaze away from his, scared to admit you made a mistake by going back to Michigan and not going to Newark with Jack.

Quinn grabbed your hand away from the bowl of fruit, pulling your eyes with it. “Because I just do, and I just got off the phone with him, he needs you there Y/n,” he confessed with a sad look flashing across his face. “I can’t tell you why, that’s for him to tell, but listen to me when I say he needs you there. Jack needs you Y/n.”

You closed your eyes to stop the tears from falling, ones that shouldn’t have even formed in your eyes. Not when you had agreed with everything Quinn was saying to you. “Okay,” you mumbled opening your eyes to meet Quinn’s, “but only if you help me pack for Newark.”

Taking a breath you walked into the lobby looking around for the blond you had considered your own mother. “Y/n!” Wiping around you turned on your heels to see her open her arms for you to walk into. Even if had been only a couple of days since she last saw you, Ellen had missed you terribly. Almost as much as Jack did, but that’s what happens when you’re always spending your time at their house. “Oh it’s so good to have you here sweetheart, Jack’s missed you so much,” she whispered into your ear as you hugged her.

“Oh trust me, I know. Any chance he can he’s been texting me saying he misses me,” you inform with a large smile causing his mother to laugh. “At least we know he loves me right?”

“Oh please, that kid will never stop loving you. I swear he hasn’t stopped talking about you since the minute the two of you met,” Ellen explained slowly starting towards the doors that led into the arena. “And that was thirteen years ago.” Smiles graced the both of your faces as you thought back to the first time you met Jack. It was a local skating rink in Boston, and he ran into you, not paying attention to anyone other than the fact he wanted to go fast.

“All I remember is him almost crying because he ran into me,” you admitted opening the door for Ellen to walk through. “That and the fact Quinn was standing at your side laughing his head off.” Her eyes rolled as she shook her head at her oldest son. She mumbled a thank you while walking through the door, waiting for you to speak again. “Who knew running me over that day would lead to us being best friends, and now dating.”

Ellen sighed before smiling again. “I had a feeling it would,” she admitted arm wrapping around your waist pulling you towards her. You gave her a questioning look before she responded, “Call it mother’s intuition.” You nodded your head to agree with her as the two of you fell into place next to Jim on the boards.

He smiled over at you before taking his turn to hug you. “Y/n we’re so happy you decided to come out, Jack’s been going insane without you here. Needs someone to keep him grounded,” Jim confessed before pointing out to the ice where Jack was dressed in all new Devils gear. But Jack wasn’t the only thing that caught your eye, the fact that he was surrounded by little kids caused your heart to flutter.

“He’s skating with little kids,” you mumbled to yourself remembering the tweet you had read, “man how could I forget that that was today.” Ellen and Jim shared a look, but let you continued to look out at the ice, more entertained by a cute five year olds than you’re eighteen year old boyfriend. “Wait,” you said pulling yourself from your trance, “is it even okay for me to be here right now?” All of the doubts you had about coming to New Jersey in the first place suddenly filling your head. “Because if it isn’t I can just go back to the hotel, and wait to see him later tonight.”

Jim shook his head at you with a soft smile, “Y/n/n of course it’s okay for you to be here. We would’ve have invited you in the first place if it wasn’t.” Your smile made its way back onto your face having some reassurance that you could be there. “We’re going to go sit down, but feel free to stay and watch right here,” Jim informed. “But if you want to come sit down, we’re going to be right there,” he turned and pointed to somewhere to the left of you and you nodded your head.

But you choose to stay right where you were, watching from behind the goal as Jack messed around with a little boy. Soon his arms wrapped around him so he didn’t have to step over the black buffer. God you were so in love with him, you didn’t have a word to describe what you felt for him in that moment. The way he smiled down at the boy was breathtaking, and how he spoke to him sent you over the edge, love just radiating off of you.

Soon the drill changed, and after Jack demonstrated how to do something you found yourself glancing over to where he now stood talking amongst a couple of official looking people. Jack was standing off to the side, eyes glued to a kid in a red jersey, hardly paying attention to the conversation at hand until he heard what he wanted to hear. “Looks like you got an audience Hughes,” the guy said nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah my parents are here somewhere,” Jack answered not bothering looking around the arena to try and find him. He thought the little kids were much more entertaining than his parents.

The guy tapped him again, “No not your parents, there’s a girl at the other end.” Jack’s eyes snapped away from the kids to try and locate the girl he was getting told about - who happened to be you, but he didn’t know that yet. And when his eyes landed on you he swears he almost broke down into tears. “That’s your girl right?” He was asked, he had recognized you from the pictures Jack had posted, along with seeing you at the draft on Friday night.

“Yeah that’s Y/n, that’s my girl,” Jack answered voice sounding much livelier than it had been before, “if you'll excuse me.” That’s when you saw him skating towards you, his signature smile for you pulling on his lips. “Y/n, oh my god, what are you doing here?” He asked through the glass.

You smiled before shrugging your shoulders, “Needed to see you that’s all.” Jack held his hand up to his ear, a cheeky smile replacing the old one, but it didn’t stop you from playing his game. “Needed to see you,” you called again louder this time and Jack shook his head before pressing his ear to the crack in between the panels of glass. “I missed you, you dork okay?”

“I missed you too Y/n/n,” he admitted before turning to face you fully again, “we’re almost done here, then we’re going to lunch I think? I’m honestly not sure, but you’re going to come aren’t you?” Jack asked eagerly, his voice sounding much better than it had on the phone last night.

You nodded your head, “That’s why I’m here J, to support you, like always.” Jack turned away from you quickly at the mention of his name. He nodded his head before turning to look at you. “Looks like superstar duties call, I’ll meet you in the lobby with your parents.” He nodded and started skating backwards before you called out, “I love you superstar.”

As his smile grew on his face he couldn’t help but shake his head, his curls slightly falling out from his hat, “Right back at you love.” A frown crossed your face at his teasing manner before he said the three words, “I love you Y/n/n, I’ll see you out there in a few.” And just like that he had disappeared back to the group of kids who all lunged forward to try and hug him. Your smile only grew as you couldn’t help but shake your head at the scene.

Soon the kids were making their way off the ice, Jack and the other coaches following behind them. Ellen and Jim made showed up on both sides of you, “So how was Michigan, they boys weren’t burning the house down were they?” Your attention turned away from Jack who was staring at you smiling, over to his mother who couldn’t help but interrupt your staring contest with her son.

You chuckled before making your way towards the doors, “No they haven’t, but they did force me to work out with them. Yesterday Quinn made me go on a run, it was awful.” Your complaints caused the two adults to laugh as you walked through the door and back into the lobby. “But they watched The Office with me so it was okay, can’t complain too much.”

They both nodded their head to agree with you, but before either of them could answer Ray Shero was standing in front of your group. “So next we’re goi-” Then his eyes landed on you and he stopped talking, offering his hand out for you to shake, “Ray Shero, you must be the girl Jack can’t stop talking about. Y/n isn’t it?”

Your cheeks flushed red, and you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Jack was talking about you to anybody who would listen. You placed your hand in the general manager for the Devils so he could shake it. “Yeah that’s me,” you said, “Y/n L/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Shero.”

The man laughed before pulling his hand back from yours, “The pleasure is all mine Y/n, but please, call me Ray.” You smiled kindly before letting him continue on with what he came over here to in the first place.

“Hey stranger,” Jack called causing you to focus on him, and not the conversation happening next to you. Once he got to you his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you in as close as he could. “I missed you so damn much Y/n/n,” he whispered into your ear. You couldn't stop smiling as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“Jack too tight,” you wheezed trying to pull away slightly. His arms loosened around your waist and he offered you an apologetic smile. “But I missed you too superstar, more than you’d know.” His eyes rolled as a muttered a not possible before pressing his lips to your cheek. “Okay so I was told there was going to be food, so I vote we do that first.” Jack laughed, the three adults soon joining, and you frowned, “I’m taking that as no.”

Before you got an answer Ray was leading the group out of the lobby, Jim right by his side talking about something. While Ellen waited by you and Jack. “Come on love,” Jack said offering you his hand, “you’ll get your food soon enough.” Sighing you placed your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together. “Hey, I love you,” Jack added holding the door open for you.

A pout stayed on your face as you pulled Jack through the door, waiting as he held it open for his mom, who you had no doubt was either taking a video or pictures of the two of you. “I mean, I guess I love you too. I’d love you even more if I got that food you were talking about.” Jack’s blue eyes rolled as he opened the car door for you allowing you to get in before following behind you, your hand still held tightly in his.

To say what he had to do was exhausting was an understatement. It was around eleven by the time you had actually went back to the hotel, and you had no idea how Jack had been doing this for three straight days. “All I can say is that I’m happy I can finally take these shoes off,” you stated before dropping down on the edge of his bed to pull the white converse from your feet.

Jack was still standing by the door taking his time to hang up his suit jacket. “All I can say Y/n/n is that I get to be the little spoon tonight.” Soon he was standing in front of you in between your legs, chest bare but his suit pants still on. “Don’t look so surprised, I always let you be the little spoon.”

You shook your head with a little laugh, “That’s not what I was getting at J. You can be the little spoon, that’s fine by me.”

“Then what were you getting at babe?” Jack asked confused, his hands coming down to grab your shoulders. “Is everything okay Y/n?”

Humming you looked up to his blue eyes. “I’m okay Jackie, promise. It’s just, you look like you haven’t slept since Saturday night.” His shoulders shrugged, his attention going to mess with the necklace around your neck that read “jack <3 y/n” on a golden plate. “Jack my eyes are up here.”

He sighed before taking a seat next to you. “That’s because I haven’t,” he admitted eyes running across your face to gage your react before he started to take off his dress shoes.

“What?” You asked shocked. “Why?”

Jack’s hand found its way to yours before he smiled sadly up at you. “Because I can’t sleep without you.” His confession caused your breathing to stop, and you didn’t know what to think. Then slowly it started to make sense. The random text messages you’d get from him while he was on a roadie and you were sleeping, the missed calls, voicemails, and of course the sneaking into his hotel room at tournaments.

Your eyes went wide with realization, and you frowned before throwing your arms around him. “Oh love, you poor thing.” You just sat there in silence, holding him while he melted into your side. “So this is why you needed me huh?” You asked remembering what Quinn had said. “You tell other people you can’t sleep without me, but you don’t tell me?”

Jack’s head tilted upwards from its place on your chest to flash you a sheepish smile. “I don’t know babe,” he whispered as you pushed his hair off his forehead. “I just - I, I dunno,” his voice got quiet and you could see the tears well up in his eyes.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay J,” your voice was soft as you place a kiss to his forehead. “If you don’t know, you don’t know, but for right now let’s just focus on the fact that I’m here with you okay? You’re gonna get some much needed sleep tonight, and for the rest of the summer because I’m not leaving your side.” What you thought would help only caused his tears to actually fall.

Your hands moved from their place on his back, to cup his cheeks in an effort to help wipe away the tears. “It’s not this summer I’m worried about,” he cried softly. “It’s the next four years.” Everything that was racing through your head came to a stop. Jack can’t sleep without you, and here you are, the two of you about to go separate ways for four years. Your heart rate picked up as you tried to make the situation better. Sure there were going to be times in the year you’d be together, but not that often during hockey season. Not when he needed you the most.

Tears filled your own eyes as you frowned down at him. “See? This is why I didn’t want to tell you I can’t sleep without you Y/n. Because you’re going to rethink everything, and with that over think it all.” Jack sat up, pulling away from your hands. “You’re going to Penn State, so don’t even try telling me that you’re not.” It’s like he could read your mind, because that’s exactly what you were thinking. “I love you too much to let you do that Y/n/n.”

“But then what are you going to do Jack?” You asked rubbing your eyes to try and get rid of the tears. “I can’t be there for you during the school year - the hockey season - and you have to sleep bub. It’s gonna kill you if you don’t.” Standing from the bed you walked over to your suitcase, pulling out a pair of joggers and one of Jack’s tee-shirts. “So tell me how I’m not supposed to over think that J. Because I love you, and god I-” the tears that fell from your eyes cut you off.

In a flash Jack was standing next to you, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close to him. Tears still fell down his face as you held each other in your arms. “It’s only 255 miles away from me, I promise I’ll figure something out Y/n.” Your head nodded against his chest, the doubts you were having still prominent. “Okay so maybe I won’t figure it out, because it’s fucking hard,” Jack confessed. “It’s near impossible to fall asleep without you next to me Y/n.”

Your mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. Your heart ached at his words. “Then I won’t go to Penn State,” you whispered backing away from him a little to see his reaction. Jack’s mouth opened, but you beat him to it, “I know you told me not to, but J my dream school isn’t worth you putting yourself through that, I don’t want to put myself through that.”

“You’re going to Penn State,” Jack stated. “I’d rather never sleep again then take that away from you, especially because it’s not your fault, it’s mine.” Your eyes looked back up to Jack’s, his tears had stopped, but they were red and puffy. “You have nothing to feel bad about my love, you don’t have to put yourself through this,” Jack explained acting as if this wasn’t a big deal.

“I have nothing to feel bad about Jackie?” You scoffed, trying to not come off as mad. The last thing you wanted was to fight with him over this. “I have everything to feel bad about superstar. You can’t sleep without me Jack, that feels like it’s on me. If I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you J, you don’t sleep.” Jack’s eyes dropped down to the floor, his hands grabbing yours. “If I wake up in the middle of the night, you wake up too. We can’t have you play games tired, I have to be sleeping in the same bed as you end of story, or we have to figure something else out.”

He brought your right hand up and pressed a kiss against your knuckles. “Y/n, you’re going to Penn State, even if I can’t sleep without you in the bed. I guess we’ll just have to figure something else out, but you’re right, it is on you.” Your face fell at this comment, ready to fire back, but then Jack started to smile. “It’s on you that I’m so fucking in love with you, that I can’t sleep without you. That I’m that wrapped around your finger I wake up as soon as you wake up in the middle of the night, and you know what?”

“What?” You whispered eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

“I wouldn’t change it for the world,” he smiled wrapping his arms back around your shoulders. “We don’t have to figure it out right now, we’re supposed to be celebrating this week.” Your head shook at how fast his mood could change. “And you know what’s great for celebrations?” You rolled your eyes, ready to shoot down his idea which you figured would be sex. “Ice cream!”

A laugh escaped your mouth before you nodded to agree. “You know I can never pass up ice cream J. Vanilla and butterscotch has a special place in my heart just because of you, I hope you know that babe.”

Jack gave you a cheek smile, “Oh I know it does love. Now hurry up and change, there’s and ice cream place right across the road, and I wanna treat my girl.”

Your hand was interlaced with Jacks as you walked around the lower level of The Rock. The events of last night seemed like light years away, and the fact Jack fell asleep with a smile on his face, and he got a goodnight’s sleep was all you could ask for, especially since it was going to be another long day. Wake up early to eat breakfast and then gone all day. “Have I told you that you look beautiful today Y/n/n?” Jack asked, causing you to look away from the pictures on the walls to his blue eyes.

With red cheeks you nodded. “Maybe once or twice.” The smile on his face was contagious, and you couldn’t stop the one forming on your face even if you wanted to. “But it’s nothing much, just a t-shirt dress that’s been sitting in my closet, no big deal J.”

“Well dress or not, you look beautiful no matter what you wear Y/n/n,” he complimented before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “And that’s a promise.” If it was even possible your cheeks were a darker red, growing a deeper shade with every word he said about you. “Now, it’s time to go sign a contract with my girl by my side.”

It was your turn to place a kiss against his cheek unable to stop from smiling at him. “And I’m always going to be superstar. Now that you’re signing your ELC that means big bucks are on the way,” you started to tease with a cheeky smile. “Why would I leave when my boyfriend is going to be a hockey stud - well already is - and a millionaire? You ain’t getting rid of me now honey.”

Jack’s eyes rolled as he could hear his mother and father laughing behind the pair of you as you slowly made your way up the stairs. “Happy to know you’re only staying for the money,” Jack said playing into your game, “and not the promise ring around your finger.” Your shoulders shrugged as you smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt.

“Hey you know I love you J, and not the money. Of course I’m here for the promise ring around my finger,” you answered, voice trailing off after realizing how bad that sounded. Shaking your head you looked away from his eyes and down to the stairs. “You know I’m here for you, I’m in it for you, that’s the reason the promise ring is around my finger.”

“You know I’m just teasing you Y/n/n,” Jack sang while nudging you with his shoulder. “And I know exactly what you mean love, I’m in it for you too. So much that I can’t sleep without you.” A shy smile formed on your face as you looked back up to his eyes. “But you already knew that.” You hummed in response, not able to find the words as you came face to face with the door to Ray Shero’s office. Jack’s blue eyes looked down to the shocked look on your face. “Yeah, I know.”

You looked up to him with a smile, “It just doesn’t seem real, and I’m not even the one that’s about to sign an NHL contract.” Before anyone else could say anything you were all welcomed into the GM’s office, and getting right down to business. Small talk was made, as Jack got settled into a chair, his smile only growing in size. Throughout the whole meeting his eyes kept finding yours, and then he did it.

Jack signed his name on the dotted line making it official. Jack Hughes would be playing in the NHL for the New Jersey Devils in the 2019-2020 season, and it brought tears to your eyes. The boy who ran into on a rink thirteen years ago, the one you’ve watched grow into the player he is today, was finally getting to live out his dream. You were just thankful you got to be the one by his side for it all.

“Oh, and we have one more thing to show you all,” Ray smiled standing from his chair and leading your group out of his office. “If you’d follow me please.” Just like that Jack was at your side again, his hand sliding into yours as you made your way back down to ice level. The pace Ray had set was fast, clearly set on showing you all the surprise within the next couple of minutes.

And when you got there you could see why. Jack stared in awe at the dark arena, as he kept pulling you towards the light coming off the screen. Turning your head you watched as Ellen and Jim stopped and stood by the zam area and you thought you should do the same. So your tried to pull your hand from Jack’s but he stared at you confused. “What do you think you’re doing Y/n/n, you’re coming with me to see this.”

Shaking your head you smiled. “Jack just go,” you said trying to pull your hand back from his again, “I can wait by your parents. Go embrace it babe.” He shook his head with a cheeky smile, tugging your hand towards him, not letting you pull away from him. “Jack come on, quit being stubborn,” you huffed with a serious face.

“I’m not being stubborn, but I need you by my side for this,” he answered walking backwards towards the dark arena, “please?” Sighing you nodded, letting him pull you towards the area where the ice and boards should be, lit up by the jumbotron that had his face and number displayed on it.

The area fell silent and when your eyes should’ve been focused on the big screen you couldn’t pull them away from the astonished look on Jack’s face. Then the smile that came with, “And for the first time in The Rock, number eighty-six, Jack Hughes.” His hand squeezed yours before his blue eyes met your e/c ones. His tongue wet his lips before smiling widely down at you.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Jack confessed as you walked towards his parents. “Can somebody pinch me, because it doesn’t seem real. None of this seems real. I just signed my first NHL contract, with my three biggest supporters by my side, and heard my name called for the first of many times. But god it doesn’t seem real,” Jack gushed unable to shake the smile from his face.

You stopped, causing Jack to turn and look at the proud smile on your face, “Well you better get used to it superstar, because it’s gonna be happening for a long time.”

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Viktor Drago x Cyra (Black OFC)

Cyra (Ky-Ra) -Sun or throne

Kazimir (Kah-Zee-Meer) - Bringer or Announcer of peace

Viktor Drago is married to the love of his life, they have a 5 year old son. He is willing to do anything to keep them safe.

Warning: Kidnapping, abuse, mentions of child abuse

Flashback 5

After that encounter they didn't speak for weeks, they caught each other looking at each other, but for the most part they didn't say anything. One night she came in late, just as he was about to leave, he decided to stay and do a few more around. She went from cardio to free weights and finally her sit ups. As she was doing sit ups, a guy approached her, towering over her.

Viktor couldn't hear what he was saying but could see the panic on her face. The guy reached out to touch her hair, and Cyra tried to smack it away. Viktor abandoned the sparring bag, approaching her.

“Dostatnʹo.” Viktor spoke (Enough)

“tse vasha poviya Drago?” the guy laughed. (This your whore Drago?)

“Zalysh yiyi, i ya poshkoduyu tebe.” (Leave her alone and I will spare you.)

Viktor knew his reputation, he had a reputation for being an animal. All he knew was violence and no one wanted to mess with that. He had very little regard for life, his own or others, and people were afraid of that. The guy walked away grumbling, leaving Cyra alone.

“Thanks.” He helped her get up. Cyra dusted her hands on her pants, “Sorry for snapping on your a few weeks ago, I am just, I don't know.'' She gathered her stuff and started to walk out.

“Wait!” he didn't mean to yell, “I will walk you home.”

She smiled at him, “You don't have to.”

“I want to, let me get my stuff.” Viktor scrambled to grab his gym bag, stuffing his sweaty clothes in it. He opened the door for her, taking her bag as she walked past.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. I really am sorry I disappeared for two weeks, I didn't want Ivan to make me.”

“It's so weird to me you call him Ivan and not dad.” she shrugged.

Viktor shrugged in response, it never occurred to him.

“I miss home, I miss my brothers.” She said suddenly. The whole walk home, she talked about her home, about her family. Viktor listened intently, he had only left Europe once and that was to fight Creed.

When they got to her apartment building he didn't want to leave her.

“Wanna come up, we got leftovers?”

He looked both ways, afraid this was a trick, that Ivan would show up out of nowhere. He followed her up the stairs, the building was a tad bit better than where he lived. He couldn't deny the apartment was warmer in feeling this and Ivans. Viktor left his bag by the door and sat on the small couch,

“I will be right back.” She disappeared into one of the bedrooms, coming back a moment later in shorts and a t- shirt. Viktor tried his best not to stare at her but it wasn't working.

“What are you looking at?” she asked him as she pulled food out of the fridge.

“Nothing.” he mumbled. She fixed food, warming it up in the microwave. She walked over to him, pulling him off the couch.

“You don't have to be shy around me.” she said softly.

Viktor's eyes searched her face, before he bent down and kissed her. They both were surprised, she took a step back, her hand still on his. Viktor snatched his hand away, rushing to the door, grabbing his bag and leaving without saying goodbye. He passed Cyra’s roommate on the stairs as he rushed out.

“What the fuck was Drago doing here, are you okay?”

“Yeah. I was going to give him food but he kissed me and then ran away.”

“Word, bro is weird like leave him the fuck alone.”

“Stop he just, he just...trying.”

“Yeah, trying to be weird. Anway, I'll eat his food.”

She grabbed the plate and sat down, Cyra looked out the window, he was already gone.

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The fight was in a week, Viktor was stressed, he was barely eating, couldn't sleep. His trainer and manager were on his ass about the sudden change. Everyone wanted to know where Cyra was, why he had cheated. It pained him to lie, he would ever hurt her, or cheat on her. The sport gossip blogs picked it up, adding to his new persona of him being an boastful fighter. People came out the woodwork to, adding gas to the fire. His social media page had grew overnight, the comments ranged from accepts of his new identify to disbelief.

Viktor has never acted like this, fame has gotten to his head.

Finally Big Nasty, you have earned it, show them how nasty you can get.

The BDE is gold.

Cant belive he cheated on his wife, she fine as hell.

Yo he gone wipe the floor with his oppoent.

When he win there better be 50 bitches waiting for him in the back.

His manager shook his head, looking through the post. They had companies wanting to sponsor them at the last moment, but Viktor said no. there was already enough attention on what was going on. He sipped the protein shake that was pushed in his head at some point. He had to make weight.

Ivan walked into the office, wearing a smile, and Viktor just wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Lets train.” he said to Vikor.

“No.”

Viktor wasnt in the mood to train, wasnt in the mood to be around Ivan. The more days that passed without his wife home the worst he got.

“I wasnt asking you.”

Viktor stood and towered over his father, “You are a guest in my home, you are not my trainer and you are not my manager, act accordingly.”

If looks could kill they both would be dead, his manager came between them, pushing Viktor out the room.

“Why the fuck is he even here, I dont understand Vik, you can talk to me.”

Viktor just shook his head and went to his bedroom. He laid on the bed, pulling her pillow close, her scent very faint on it. Viktor ended up falling asleep, dreaming of his family.

Cyra was just out of his reach, he wanted to pull her close but each time he moved forward she moved back. Just behind her was Kazi, he was holding a toy, reaching out for him.

“Tata I want to come home.”

“Me too baby.” Cyra said.

“Baby I am sorry, I never wanted this to happen.”

They both faded away, Viktor looked around, trying to find her and Kazi. They had to be here, he could sense them, he could smell them.

Viktor woke with a start, drenched in sweat. He sat up, looking for his phone, hoping he didnt miss a call. There were no new notifications at all. He went to the bathroom, then down to the kitchen to find food, normally Cyra and Kazi would be down here, the kitchen and attached family room were their domain, Kazi toys were stored in the corner, Cyra bookcase took up a full wall.

The patio door was open and small snatches of conversation floated in, it was Ivan talking to someone.

“Chy dobre vony?” (Are they well?)

Viktor took a step back, moving light on his feet.

“Tak, vin lamayetʹsya, vin zaznaye nevdachi.” (Yes he is breaking, he will fail.)

Viktor heart was beating fast, was Ivan behind this, would he do this? But Viktor already knew the answer to that.

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They let her and Kazi out once a day, they would spend hours outside. Sometimes one of the guys would play soccer with Kazi, sometimes it was just them. She never thought of screaming or trying to run away, not wanting to risk Kazi. They would simply kill her, they would make sure he suffered.

Every few days she was able to speak to Viktor, she was allowed to call Trey, he stayed suspicious of everything. He wanted to see her, facetime her, touch her, anything. She kept the calls short, knowing her brother had the technology to find her.

Kazi had stopped asking when Tata was coming to get them. She was told his fight was less than a week out, which means they would be fine if everything went according to plan. Viktor kept up his public appearance of being a badass, all the interviews he did he was prideful and boastful, which was unlike him.

She just wanted to go home, get back to normal, whatever that would be after this. Kazi ran over to her, falling into her lap giggling. She was happy to see the smile on his face, he only smiled when he was out here. In the room he sat there, quiet, holding his toy.

He stood up in front of her, putting his hands on her cheeks, giving her forehead a kiss. In that moment she broke down crying, because it was the same thing Viktor did to her.

“Its okay mama.”

“I know baby. Mama sorry.”

He didnt move, peppering her face in kisses until she started to giggle, she feel back, and they laid on the grass looking at the sky.

She wondered what Vik was doing, if she knew her husband he was worrying. He didnt say much but boy could he worry. The backdoor opened and that was there cue to head back inside. She gave Kazi a kiss, picking him up.

Flashback # 6

Cyra avoided the gym for a few days but finally went back on Friday night. But there was no one there and that was rare. She approached the front desk, the girl behind her not even bothering to greet her.

“Where is everyone, this place is a ghost town?”

“Drago has a fight tonight, thought you would know that.” she rolled her eyes.

Cyra was use to the attitude of most of the local people, she get it, she didnt belong.

“Where?”

“No place for you.”

“I asked where, not your opinion.” Cyra gave the attitude back.

The girl rolled her eyes again, popping her gum, before writing it down.

“Starts at 9 Nehr.”

Cyra snatched the paper, knowing the slur that she was just called.

She rushed home and convinced her roommate to go with her, they had a hour. Cyra changed into jeans and a tee, finding her bomber jacket to wear. They took a cab to the location. They got weird looks the whole time, or she got weird looks. They found a seat third row behind the opponent side. The fighters made there way to the ring and Viktor looked like nothing she remember. His normally shy and bashful expression was replaced with a look of hate and violence.

The energy of the room was more than she could take, she wasnt use to this. People cheering for others to tear each other apart, people cheering for blood. The fight started, the first 3 rounds passing with hardly any damage. The 4th round his opponent got in a good hit, sending blood flying across the mat. Cyra stood, hands clenched in front of her.

Her eyes met Vik and he was hit again, she realized that she was distracting him and sat back down. Viktor pushed off the ropes, standing up and getting back in stance. By the 7th round she could tell he was tired, his punches lacked the force from the earlier rounds.

“End this and now!” Ivan shouted.

Viktor straightened his back, delivering nasty punch after punch, even when his opponent leaned against him, Vik just pushed him off delivering a devastating uppercut that had his opponent��on the ground. The ref counted and the bell rang, the fight over. Ivan bound into the ring, holding up his son arms in victory, you would have thought he made the final punch.

The two exited the ring, Cyra pushed her way to the barrier that separated the crowd from the walkway.

“Vik!” he turned to look at her, right eye already staring to close. He walked over, helping her and her roommate over the barrier so they could follow him. Ivan was to busy trying to find the sponsor for his payout to notice.

Viktor led them to a small dressing room, her roommate waiting outside while she followed him in.

“You okay?” she asked stupidly.

“I will be fine, what are you doing here?”

“Came to watch you fight, duh, also wondering why you ran after you kissed me.”

His head dropped,”I am sorry…”

Cyra didnt let him finish, standing on her tippy toes and kissing him back. His shoulder sagged almost in relief.

Cyra bought her hands up to his cheeks, kissing him harder, wanting him to know it was okay, she wanted this too, whatever this was.

“shcho tse?” (What is this?)

They both looked over, Ivan standing in the door, Anna standing behind Ivan.

“I just came to congratulate him…”

“I am not talking to you girl. Lets go Viktor.”

“Dayte nam khvylynku, budʹ laska” Viktor spoke. (Give us a moment, please)

“No, lets go.” Ivan looked at her with disgust in his eyes. Viktor mumbled an apology before following Ivan out the door.

“Damm what the hell was that?” Anna asked.

“Nothing I guess.”

That night all Viktor could think of was her. Usually when he won a fight, he floated high off of that for a few days, but even that didnt matter, she did. He snuck out knowing that Ivan was passed out drunk.

He ended up at her apartment, knocking softly, Sarah answering the door.

“Ugh you again, its like 3am, little late for a bootycall. Wait here.”

When Cyra saw him, she stopped. Viktor thought she looked gorgeous, in just a tshirt, curly hair everywhere.

“Vik what are you doing here?”

“I came to apologize for Ivan, he doesn't have a reason to be mean to you.”

“You dont have to apologize for other people Vik.”

“I like you, I’ve never done this before, I dont know what to do.”

She smiled up at him, “You like me?”

“Yes a lot, you make me happy.”

She bounced over to him, hugging him around his middle, he winced from the pain, his ribs still sore.

“Sorry, you make me happy to Vik. Come.”

She pulled him into her bedroom, the light was flicked off but he could still see the touches of her. The makeup on the vanity, clothes slung over the back of a chair, a picture on her bedside.

“I swear to god yall better not fuck, these walls are thin as fuck, I can hear giantgtor breathing.”

“Don’t mind her, can you stay?”

Viktor shook his head quickly, not caring that he would have to face the consequences tomorrow. He pushed his sweats down, leaving him in boxers and tshirts and got into bed, she snuggled up to him, trying her best not to touch his bruises.

“Its fine, I am use to pain.”

“You shouldn't be Vik.” She kissed the underside of his chin, settling into a comfortable silence.

Viktor got no sleep that night, he stayed up all night watching her sleep, she never left his side. Her scent stayed with him even as Ivan chewed him out the next morning and made him change gyms.

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24 hours before a match

It was time for the weight in and conference, Viktor always hated these. They obsessively tracked his weight the days leading up, to heavy or light and there was no fight, he had to stay in his weight class. He dropped a lot of weight since all this started, how could he eat without know if his wife and child were.

After he head the phone call between Ivan and who he assumed was Andriy, he knew that they would be okay, it was all a plan to get him to fold. Viktor would bet his life that both Ivan and Andriy had big money bet on this fight and they needed him to fold so they could get paid.

All the extra shit was just so he would be embarrass. He thought of he quote that Ivan had always told him when he was growing up, “A fool tells you what he will do, a boaster will tell you what they have done, The wise man does it and says nothing.” He never saw the need to be prideful. It just wasnt his way.

“You ready?” his manager ask him.

“Yes.” usually Cyra was here with him, behind the scene, being his cheerleader. He didnt need the huge entourage, the flashy clothes of jewelry, just her. Kazi would be with one of her brothers, watching from home.He wasnt allowed to watch the fights, but the weight ins no problem. All Viktor had on were boxing shorts, he followed his manager to the stage. Dozens of specters watched, cameras out, mics pointed toward the stage.

The announcer did the usual bout, introducing them. They weighed in, their weight checked before they took their respective seats, this was the part he hated, the interview.

Drago where is your wife, does she plan to support you even thought you cheated?

She will not be in attendance.

Why the sudden change, you did a complete 180 on us.

People change.

Needless to say fans are loving the new attitude, they think you earned the right to be boastful.

They are right, I haven't lost a fight in 5 years, I dont have anything else to prove.

For the most part he kept his answers short, keeping up the facade like he was supposed to.

Finally they were done and Viktor along with his manager and trainer went back to his room, that same room he would prep in tomorrow for the fight. Win or lose he was going home with 2 million dollars. If he won he was looking at 10 million, tack on what he would make from sponsorship it would be a nice purse.

“Viktor you look dead, I dont believe anything you said on that stage. Man what is going on?”

“Nothing.” he got dress and quickly.

With Ivan not here he asked to use his trainer phone, he went into the bathroom.

“Who dis?” Trey answered the phone.

“I dont have much time, I know who has Cyra and I think my dad is on it. Come by the house tonight.”

“Aigh bruh, Imma be there, but my sis and Kazi better be okay or I will make good on my promise.”

He hung up, deleting the call log. When he came out the restroom still no sign of Ivan, he gave his trainer back his phone and left, wanting to go home.

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Both her and Kazi watched the weight in, Kazi was quiet as he watched his tata on stage talking. Cyra hated seeing him like this, he looked awful, not his normal self. His eyes were dark, the same darkness she saw when she met him in the Ukraine.

He weighted in as normal, did the interview and rushed off of stage. She just wanted to reach out and comfort him. The day before a match she was always by his side, they needed each other in that way. They kept each other grounded.

After watching the weight in, she and Kazi had dinner. But Cyra wasnt hungry at all. They were given a bathroom run, allowed to take a shower, and her kazi sharing the shower to save time. Once back in their room they laid together while Kazi told her a story, like most children he had the most active imagination ever.

She wanted to tell him that tomorrow they would go home, that everything would be okay. But she didnt, know sure she could handle the disappointment if something went wrong.

#Viktor Drago #viktor drago x cyra #viktor drago x black woman #viktor drago x OFC #Cyra #smutty writer #smuttywriter #black writers

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Revelation Sunshine, Chapter 2 (Courtney/Vixen) - Veronica

A/N: I am so excited to finally be writing this story, especially as part of the challenge. Thank you so much to anyone who’s liked or commented. And especially thank you to the creator of the Galactica universe, @theartificialdane

Last chapter: After flirting via text and social media for a few months, Vixen and Courtney finally met in person, and ended up in bed.

This chapter: After a slightly awkward morning, they try to navigate an undefined long-distance situation.

***

It could have been a lazy morning, cuddling in bed while the rain pounded down outside, streaming against the windows, turning the whole world blurry and surreal. Vixen could have stayed in bed, warm and safe, and basked in the glow of their adorable puppy-love until Courtney had to leave for her photo shoot.

She could have let herself enjoy this—whatever it was, for at least a few more hours.

Instead, she woke up feeling unsettled and insecure, slipping out of bed to hunt down a toothbrush while Courtney dozed peacefully. It wasn’t until she was trying to quietly put her clothes back on and figure out where the hell her coat was that Courtney stirred.

“Good morning,” Courtney said with a yawn, sitting up slowly, tousled hair falling over her shoulders.

“Hey, sorry, I was trying not to wake you,” Vixen said. Her coat was nowhere to be found, she realized, because it was still downstairs where she’d checked it when she arrived. She rolled her eyes at her own alcohol-fueled stupidity and shoved her feet into her shoes.

It seemed to take Courtney a few moments to comprehend what Vixen had said, brow furrowing.

“You weren’t gonna say goodbye?” she asked softly.

Vixen froze.

“No, that’s not what I...I just know it’s early and I didn’t want to bother you with-”

Shit.

Courtney pulled the blankets up over her chest, an inscrutable expression on her face.

“Look, I know that I have a reputation for…” she paused, swallowing, “...I guess, taking this kind of thing lightly. But, that’s not what this is. I really like you.”

Guilt bloomed in Vixen’s chest as she moved to the bed, sitting down beside her. It actually hadn’t occurred to her, until this very moment, that Courtney might be feeling a scrap of the insecurity that plagued her. Everything about her life felt so charmed and perfect and easy; it was hard to remember that she was human too.

“I’m sorry,” Vixen said sincerely. “I really like you too. I just...I wasn’t thinking.”

Courtney nodded. It seemed like she believed her, so Vixen decided not to push it.

“Um...you fly back tonight, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And then your tour starts on-”

“Friday,” Courtney answered, a hint of resigned exhaustion in her voice before adding a chipper, “Can’t wait!”

Vixen chuckled softly.

“Well...then I guess I’ll see you when you’re in Chicago.”

“Yeah?” Courtney’s eyes shone hopefully.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

Courtney gave her a lopsided grin, which deepened when Vixen moved closer, kissing her lightly.

“Hey, um...text me later. Tell me about that museum,” Courtney told her, fingers lacing with Vixen’s.

“I will. And you...let me know how everything goes today.”

“Sure.”

When Vixen pulled back to look at her, she was relieved as the brightness in her eyes. It was going to be a long couple of months, but with things being what they were, it seemed unwise to try and define their relationship any more than “can’t wait to see you again.” So for now, this would have to do.

***

Trying to keep a lid on her obvious fuming, Vixen typed out a text.

Sorry to bother you right now, but the guard won’t let us in without backstage passes. Can someone maybe call him?

“Where are your passes?” the guard said again, crossing his arms, a scowl on his face.

“I...already told you, we don’t have passes, but I’m supposed to be on the list. Toni Taylor.” Vixen shifted, indignation rising in her chest as he stared her down. She was not going to lose it, though. Not here.

“You’re not on the list,” he said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Show him the text!” Monet said, elbowing her in the ribs.

“Oh right...sir, look. I have a text from Courtney Act that says to meet her here. I just contacted her again, but I’m sure she’s busy, so if you could-”

“How the hell do I know that’s a real text?” the guard scoffed.

“I...how far would we get if it wasn’t?!” Vixen asked, exasperated. “You think her people are just gonna let us in? Do you think that we think we can sneak around anywhere?” Vixen gestured to their group, five tall Black women all in bright, colorful club wear. Not the most inconspicuous of groups.

COURTNEY: OMG COMING NOW

“She says she’s coming,” Vixen said, looking up at the girls.

“Herself?” Monique asked, head tilted questioningly.

“I...I don’t know,” Vixen said.

But in fact, within 2 minutes, Courtney rounded the corner, in silver thigh-high boots and a makeup smock, hair half in curlers, the blonde offset by fresh rainbow highlights, marching towards them like a bat out of hell. A terrified redheaded boy wearing a headset followed on her heels.

“Where are they?!” Courtney demanded, then looked up and spotted Vixen, her face softening, hurrying toward her. She wrapped Vixen into a tight embrace, saying, “I’m so sorry about this, are you okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Vixen laughed. “Don’t worry, no one got out of line.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, this kind of shit is so fucking irritating.”

The guard, utterly chagrined now, started to stammer out an apology, but Courtney held up her hand.

“It’s fine. It’s your boss that I’m annoyed at.”

“So are they all on the list for-”

“Yes! All of them! Jonathan, give them the passes.” Courtney snapped her fingers at the ginger boy by her side, who hurriedly handed out VIP backstage passes to the whole group as Courtney led them back down the hall to the green room.

Mayhem and Monet exchanged a glance, Mayhem mouthing, ‘BAD ASS,’ and Monet laughing silently, nodding.

When they finally reached the large green room, Courtney turned around, urging the girls to make themselves comfortable.

“Have a seat anywhere. There’s food, drinks, and I…” she clasped her hands together. “...I’m so sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, girl. I love seeing someone yell at a douchey bouncer. Hi, I’m Monet.” She reached out a hand towards Courtney.

“Monique,” Monique jumped in quickly. “…and this is Mayhem.”

“Monet...Monique...Mayhem…” Courtney repeated with a nod. “Well, that’s gonna be a challenge.”

“Why?” Vixen asked, brow furrowed. “‘Cause all Black people look the same?”

Courtney’s eyes widened in alarm.

“No!” she insisted. “No, I meant because it’s just a lot of M names! And if-” she stopped short, seeing the stifled grins on all the faces around her, and narrowed her eyes.

Unable to hold back any longer, the girls all burst out laughing, peals of laughter bouncing off the walls. Courtney shook her head at Vixen, grinning.

“Good one. I almost had a heart attack,” she said, finally allowing herself to chuckle.

“Vix, what have we told you about scaring white girls just before their concerts?” Asia asked.

“Uhh...to do it?” The girls continued to laugh.

“Hey...I’m Moesha,” Asia said, and Courtney nodded slowly. When Mayhem hit her on the arm, she grinned and said, “Just kidding. I’m Asia.”

“Thank god,” Courtney breathed, a relieved giggle escaping. “So, I’m so glad you guys are here, but I kinda need to go finish preparing. I, uh…” She gestured to her half-done makeup and hair.

“Of course. Don’t worry about us,” Asia told her. “You go do your thing, get your makeup done, we’ll just be here. We’re gonna switch shirts and then test you on all the names.”

“Brilliant,” Courtney laughed. She turned to Vixen, fingers brushing against her wrist, asking, “Do you wanna come...hang out while they finish my makeup? You can see Kylie.”

“Sure!”

“Who’s Kylie?” Asia asked coyly, and Vixen turned around to give her a warning look before following Courtney into the adjacent room.

“Her dog.”

“Oh. Pity. I was hoping that it was her pus-”

“Asia!”

***

The concert was great—Vixen hadn’t seen Courtney perform for years, and she’d certainly upped the production value. Plus, having a VIP experience with some of her closest friends was awesome. It felt like the old days, all of them laughing and drinking and dancing and gossiping like school girls. Asia especially made her feel some type of way—ever since making partner at her law firm, she’d been working so much that Vixen hardly saw her. But tonight, they felt like kids again, even doing shots at one point, laughing until their stomachs hurt.

By the time they met Courtney backstage, collapsed in a sweaty mess on one of the green room sofas, Vixen felt pleasantly buzzed, happy and warm all over.

They settled in with more drinks and Indian food ordered from a nearby restaurant.

“So, how do you guys all know each other?” Courtney asked.

“College, mostly.” Vixen said, telling her how Asia was her RA freshman year at Hillman. “I was a fucking mess,” she said, laughing.

“You sure were,” Asia agreed, telling Courtney, “She spent most of the Fall semester on my carpet in tears.”

“Awww…”

“Well, fuck you, I had a lot on my mind!” Vixen snapped, then giggled again. “And, uh...Monique was in the same dorm. Although we didn’t really become friends until that Spring.”

“Yes! That philosophy class, with the...ugh,” Monique recalled, shaking her head.

“Monet was my study partner until she abandoned me,” Vixen went on, and Monet laughed.

“Listen, I just didn’t connect with all that sociology jargon. It didn’t speak to me,” Monet said.

“And uh, Mayhem met Monet through some educational leadership networking bullshit, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Monet nodded.

“And now we’re just...a bunch of boring ladies who work too hard and meet like once every 2 months for brunch,” Monique said.

“Party!” Mayhem added, clinking their classes.

Courtney grinned, listening to them share stories of their debaucherous college days and their sordid, stressed out twenties. Vixen could tell she was exhausted, knew that she was sacrificing her precious few hours of sleep before she had to get back onto the tour bus, just to hang out with her and get to know her friends.

Vixen kept looking over at her with a stupid, goofy smile on her face. At some point, it became permanent, making her cheeks hurt.

When the tour manager pulled Courtney away for a quick discussion, Asia took Vixen’s hand and squeezed it, saying, “Now, I know you don’t need my approval…but I like her.”

“Thanks,” Vixen grinned. Well. Continued grinning.

“And tell her I want tickets to the Oscars.”

“Oooh!” Monet chimed in. “I wanna go to the Tonys!”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be her first priority, guys,” Vixen said with an eye roll.

“It’s not fair...why can’t a rich, famous pop star fall in love with me?” Mayhem whined. “I’m very lovable.”

“Ehhh,” Monique gave her the ‘so-so’ gesture and the rest of the group busted up laughing once again.

Later, after several rounds of good-bye hugs, the girls headed for their car, and Vixen lingered behind, telling them to go ahead without her, she’d get her own car. (And then of course, she had to pretend not to see Asia’s knowing wink.)

“We had a great time, I really...you were fantastic up there,” Vixen said.

“Thank you for coming,” Courtney said, leaning against the door frame. “Now, don’t get me wrong, all audiences are special, in their own unique way…”

Vixen laughed, reaching out to cup her cheek.

“But, um…” Courtney trailed off, eyes shining as Vixen’s thumb grazed her skin.

Vixen leaned in, watching her eyes fall closed before pressing their lips together. The kiss was soft and sweet, and fairly chaste. But when Vixen pulled away, the dreamy expression on Courtney’s face made her heart hammer heavily.

“I love your hair like this,” Courtney said, admiring the gold woven into her twists.

“I tried to glam it up for you.”

“You’re beautiful.” Courtney’s lashes fluttered, arms wrapping around Vixen’s waist.

“So are you,” Vixen said, hands still cupping her face. “So...I know you must be pretty exhausted...but…you’re also really hot.”

Courtney bit her lip and leaned in for another kiss, lips trailing down her jaw and then nuzzling into her neck. She heaved a deep sigh.

“I really want you, but I can barely keep my eyes open,” Courtney admitted, voice muffled against Vixen’s skin.

“So...maybe I should leave, and let you rest.” She trailed her fingers through Courtney’s hair, watching the way her colorful highlights caught the dim light, not yet ready to let go of the moment.

“Okay,” Courtney agreed, hands still gripping her waist tightly.

Of course, she ended up staying. By the time they settled into Courtney’s hotel room, they barely had 3 hours. So Vixen just wrapped Courtney into her arms and held her, enjoying this little sliver of affection before she took off again, knowing that it might not be until her tour ended in October that they would see each other again.

***

Vixen had watched the video twice already, feeling only mildly ashamed as she started it again. Courtney was lying on a yoga mat, post-workout, skin glistening with sweat. She picked up a bottle of water, the video switching to slow motion as she began to pour it all over her face and chest. She batted her wet lashes, blinking the water out of her eyes before looking directly into the camera and slowly licking her lips. The whole video was just silly enough for plausible deniability (especially the caption of “oh no, i spilled!”) and yet unmistakably alluring. And of course, Vixen’s stomach flipped every time she saw that tongue. What was wrong with her?

VIXEN: Wow. Your last post was…

COURTNEY: You like it? ;)

VIXEN: You look like a THOT

COURTNEY: LOL! Are you slut shaming me?!

VIXEN: I mean...

COURTNEY: Wow. And here I thought you were all about empowerment. Smh

VIXEN: FINE. Go ahead...live your best slut life.

COURTNEY: Aww, thx! Xoxo

***

Vixen was deeply aware of what she said on social media. As much as she wanted to pop off at people (and had, frequently, back in another lifetime, years ago), she knew that her academic credentials required at least a small semblance of self control.

So for the most part, she kept her tweets and instagram comments brief and professional. Almost formal.

Courtney, however, had no such rules for herself. She basically said any and everything on her mind, commented unabashedly, posted without filters. (Except like, literal filters, which she seemed to enjoy tremendously.) It was both endearing and, at times, deeply concerning for Vixen, for whom privacy was essential.

For instance, there was the story from Seoul Pride, where she met up with one of her old friends, Adore Delano—the two of them gallivanting around, drinking and laughing and screaming like idiots from a parade float. The whole thing culminated in a video of Courtney in a nightclub, glassy-eyed and extremely proud of herself, literally licking Adore’s face.

And then when Vixen posted a still from an interview with the Tribune, she immediately responded with nothing but a row of 10 heart-eyed emojis. Which led to Vixen getting hundreds upon hundreds of comments from what she presumed were Courtney’s (very young) followers: unbridled, hysterical excitement the likes of which she had never seen.

VIXEN: Um. What...with all due respect...the fuck?

COURTNEY: Oh yeah. The shippers. Sorry, I should have warned you.

VIXEN: I mean. Jesus fucking Christ.

COURTNEY: We’re OTP #couplegoals now. I’m afraid you have to marry me.

VIXEN: Seems that way, doesn’t it? BTW where are you? What time is it? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?

COURTNEY: Berlin. 4 am. Yes.

VIXEN: Say goodnight, Courtney

COURTNEY: Goodnight Courtney <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

***

A few days later, after finishing some rather emotional office hours (why every student felt the need to unburden their deepest traumas on Vixen that Wednesday, she didn’t know), she took a much-needed break, sipping a cup of coffee. She saw the picture right away (okay, maybe she had alerts set up by now, whatever)—Courtney curled up in bed with her dog, wearing a fuzzy pink unicorn onesie with turquoise accents and a ridiculous rhinestoned horn.

VIXEN: I can’t decide if it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever worn, or like...mortifying

COURTNEY: Both!

VIXEN: Lol, fair enough

COURTNEY: And perfect for cuddling ;)

VIXEN: I’ll bet!

COURTNEY: Why don’t you send me a pic in your favorite sleepwear?

VIXEN: I’m supposed to be a respectable member of the faculty, and you want me to use school wifi for that?

COURTNEY: SEND NUDES XXX

VIXEN: Lol

About a week later, a box showed up at Vixen’s front door. The return address had Courtney’s name and an unfamiliar return address. She assumed it was fine, but her suspicious nature required a safety check.

VIXEN: What’s in this package that just showed up at my house?

COURTNEY: OMG! That was so fast!! Open it!!

VIXEN: So, not a bomb? Please confirm

COURTNEY: Lol, no. Open it.

Vixen took the box inside, cutting it open carefully. Inside, there was another box, pink and shiny, with a card on top. The note read, ‘To replace your hoodie. Perfect for snuggling. XO, C.’

She lifted the lid on the pink box, and nestled inside was a fluffy turquoise dragon onesie with iridescent pink scales. It was the silliest thing that Vixen had ever seen. Silly and beautiful and perfect.

VIXEN: Damn. I guess fantasies do come true.

COURTNEY: I hope so...

#rpdr fanfiction #the vixen #courtney act #courtney x vixen #trans!vixen #asia o'hara #monet x change #monique heart #mayhem miller #fluff #mild angst #lesbian au #galactica au #fic challenge #black girl magic fic #revelation sunshine #veronica #diversity fic #trans character

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littlemeangreen · 4 years

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Since you like my alt-Marauders (WHICH IM SO HAPPY FOR) how about challenge for headcanons of them interacting with the Smashers, as allies or foes or just a chance encounter? No need to, I just thought it might be something you'd have fun with!

@thecorteztwins k I'm suddenly in a big writing mood so!! FINALLY getting around to this I'm so sorry sksksk

For anyone who doesn't know: Thecorteztwins has an amazing au where she's collected Haven (thicc angel lady who was possessed by a demon disguised as a baby), Claudine (Miss Sinister),Madelyne (clone of Jean Grey), Pyro, Sebastian Shaw, Shinobi Shaw and sometimes Alice (a clone being tested by Claudine)!

I feel like the first few days are really testy. Everyone's got some bone to pick, the usual. But the biggest thing? The name. A brief encounter with paparazzi ends with their name and the reactions go from Pyro and Claudine scoffing at how silly it sounds and what a rip off it is (Pyro being a writer?? U KNOW he wouldn't stand for Alt Marauders) to Shaw sighing about the fact that he's been stuck on a team with a cliche super nickname.

Then there's personal names because once again, Pryo and Shinobi both agree that everyone needs a name to reapply make them unique! Hardly anyone goes for it, ranging from Haven's soft "no thank you" to Shaw punting Pyro into a wall. Madelyne is slightly soft for Pyro's RPG themed alias ideas for her and less than impressed for Shinobi's idea of "Mad Milf".

Alice....I'm definitely thinking she gets nicknamed "White Rabbit" or "Wonderland" because; 1) no one can leave her out of getting a name. 2) Pyro 100% would give a cheesy media related name and 3) I like the very small connections of white rabbit to the white and red queens in Alice in Wonderland (and 4) rabbits always get experimented on :).

Gamma Gals having amazing duos with the ladies of the Marauders? Absolutely!!

Jen and Haven, being an amazing duo and I feel like they'd be the two who would have that issue where they're the only ones who can save the day and end up learning a lot from each other? Haven is probably thanking her stars that she finally gets to meet a hero who believes in her kindness just as much as she does (S H A W).

Just....Haven being able to meet an even bigger woman and trading stories and being GalPals(TM). Its a really interesting concept to me that Haven is someone who was deliberately used to destroy and Jen is someone who's entire identity is formed around smashing and destruction. It's probably rather cathartic to be working with someone who purely doesn't want to resort to violence immediately and who has been used (Haven by her demon and Jen by different people).

But also learning something from each other? Haven being able to see that sometimes you do need to fight for what you love and Haven proves to Jen that even after all this time, it isn't the muscle or power that can save everything, it's her and her drive and will alone. Catch Red and Shaw scoffing about it.

Speaking of, those two could either REALLY clash or really get along, no imbetweens. Have we found another old man for Shaw to wrestle with, Roman style??? (Ngl that would be hot in a sick way)

Skaar and Shinobi? Both long haired, beautiful, sons of big figures, grew up in abusive environments,,,,its a duo. Just put Shinobi into a mini team with Skaar and Daken and we have the "Black haired brood squad"

Rick and Pyro working together to have a joint production??? FIrebomb productions baby!! My podcast ideas? Absolutely would happen when you combine these two and its hell. Aka; Rick and Pyro gossip on their podcast and give advice to starting heroes as immortals and smack talk. But also outside of that I imagine they can get along a lot in the "had a hard time accepting stuff" and "we were heroes who often did a lot for others and got disregarded and hurt for it".

Pyro: Hey if I set you on fire can you become a flaming bowling ball

Rick: well let's fine out!!

Red and Shaw....there's a lot there. Both are old men who have been pressed on in their lives and affected by masculine presences in their lives...both are regarded as awful shitbags but they're both MUCH more complex and driven by a need for power and stability...lots of thoughts here.

Shaw and Red are one team you do NOT wanna mess with because two old men who are perfectly willing to do what's needed? Red can respect a man willing to get his hands dirty with clear means and Shaw can probably like a guy who has the drive to do what he believes is the better good. Also big hulk man who can give you endless power.

But also differences in them because Shaw abused and continues to abuse Shinobi while Red neglected and most likely emotionally abused Betty but it seemingly trying to make a difference in it now that she's come back? I feel like these two probably have a SUPER in depth conversation when forced to or alone and then never speak about it again.

Spending of Betty! Her and Madelyne?? What a DUO they're litreally a great mix because Maddie is a clone of Jean, Betty was assumed to be a clone at first and often has to suffer being the "domintrix" she hulk. Both have serious issues with their mental health and identities as well as dealing with their lives being ruled or devoted to men who ruin them. Both want freedom and have such passion! I just....so much to say about these two and the similarities. They're both red.

But yeah Phoenix and Harpy?? Skksks Maddie voice: I'm FIRE HARPY nOW

Am I still yelling for her hero name to be Griffin because of how mystical they are and being a bird and lion??? Yeah.

Also sad thoughts but,,,gals talking about their lost kids (Maddie with Nate and Betty suffered a miscarriage induced from stress), the stress of their lovers and who they've lost to (Jean, Emma, Caiera, Jarella,,,) and being manipulated by men for their power (Maddie by Sinister into Goblyn queen and Betty by Leader into Red She-hulk, Harpy, both died).

Anyway point is I can fully see them two just CLICKING or fighting a lot at first until someone points out just how similar they are. Then? Maddie and Betty out here being the brand new Thelma and Louise. Red and Black styles, willing to use force but protect the innocent, both take Alice and this cute kid that Betty absolutely mother henned in her run and,,,two moms and their talented daughters pls step out the way sir.

Tbh I don't think I have much for Samuel apart form him having a small crush on Claudine (and like,,,,not in That Sense, but Samuel does have a big history of falling for smart women or just...OP women). And then a series of gags where Haven wants to know him because he's like Shaw but also incredibly different in thinking and everytime she walks into the room,,,,Samuel is doing some horrific experiment and she just NOPES OUT. Shaw wants to make use of this but it goes horribly wrong oh God why did he try.

Lyra! I just....feel like there could be a lot for her and Claudine and Alice. Lyra was genetically engineered to be used in a war and was bullied relentlessly for being "half man" which...is rather transphobic and sexist but that's her storyline and it's too deeply embedded for me to headcanon over it so...sighs.

But yeah!!! Lyra taking Alice and giving her a night of being able to just....be whoever that night, not being pressured to have an identity of the sorts from anyone and just being able to fight people with a giant green woman. Probably has a lot of deep talks later that night with Lyra, sitting over a building and eating ice cream because it was one of the first things Bruce shared with her and a first realisation that Lyra could be more than someone's daughter.

100% would picture this with Carmilla (Lyra's sister and...also messy kinda clone) or Laura Kinney hopping along and!! Clone weapon woman team!! I could GET INTO this!!! Just...pls marvel give me a team of women overcoming abuse and forming identities among each other and cool women,,,,

But also Lyra admittedly would respect Claudine for her skills and her...tenacity? Yeah, that. She has strength and guts and Lyra probably actually tells her that she'd rather get experimented on by Miss Sinister than some pig of a man and Claudine just "thhhanks?"

Hulk,,,,funny enough I don't think I have many ideas for him yet? Probably gets into a fair few fights with Shaw and Haven over different stuff, Maddie has a bome to pick for Betty,,,I am,,,blank.

I feel like a lot of things for him would be Haven trying to break through into him, maybe each of the Marauders dealing with different parts of the system? I can imagine Shinobi and Pyro don't have a high opinion of the oversized dad until Bruce turns super ashen pale and immediately Joe starts yelling for some whisky and GIRLS....and a fella or two for matchstick and ghost baby here.

Maddie thinking that he's another Scott and then finding out that Hulk's thing is more complicated than Scott simply looking for Jean again. Also Maddie demands that she will forcefully adopt Hulk's kids and these two bonding over abusive dads???

But uh,,,that's about it!! Hope you liked it!!! I probably could easily delve into more thoughts if there's anything specific for me to set my mind on.

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Let's talk about life as a student in Hogwarts.

[From meme/asks by @dracosdilemma - Using as a headcanon master post]

1. What house will you be in? Slytherin

2. If the sorting hat was on you and it said you’d be great in a house you didn’t consider before, will you follow his advice or choose what house you want? I feel Slytherin was a strong choice, though Gryffindor was a close second.

3. What kind of animal would you bring to school? Snakes. Rosa a ruby cornsnake, Basil short for Basilisk a boa and

4. If you were in class, where would you normally sit? Where ever I choose

5. What do you think you’ll be doing right now? Sitting watching the sunset with Bianca, sharing the latest gossip and how to most bed our enemies

6. What’s the core of your wand? Dragons Heartstring

7. Do you think you’ll be part of the quidditch team? Yes. I'm an excellent flyer. Good balance. Seeker as preference.

8. Will you be part of any organization??? It depends on the company. I might make my own clubs though

9. Will you go home during holidays? Perhaps...

10. Do you think you’ll have friends from other houses? Variety is the spice of life. Houses are a whim of fate, and the hat. It needn't necessitate social segregation.

11. What will you pack for school? Anything I wish

12. How about when going home for holidays, what will you bring home? Anything I need

13. Would you consider studying in another wizarding school? Moot. I did see Q.17

14. Do you think you’ll be a prefect or head girl/boy? Perhaps. I do not need validation feom my peers but if others thought as much...

15. Are you going to be a pure-blood or half-blood or muggle-born?

Pure-blood but with unconventional parents/relations on both sides

16. Will you be related to any wizarding family? Most pure bloods were more than kissing cousins so more than likely

17. Will you be a student who gets into trouble a lot?

Does a reputation from my former school, Darmstrungs precede me. Only if I'm caught

18. Do you think you’ll get a lot of detention? For what reason/s?

I do like to try my utmost in class, and if the teachers take my enthusiasm as back chat and sass then it says more about their faith in their own competency as a tutor than mine as a pupil, no.

19. On hogsmeade visits, what shops will you go to? All of them

20. Will you be supportive of your house’s quidditch team? Are there students who aren't ...

21. Will you read Hogwarts: A History? Yes before entering Hogwarts

22. Do you think you’ll get a lot of letters from home? How frequent do you think you’ll get them?

23. Will you subscribe to the daily prophet or the quibbler or other wizarding world media?

24. Which part of the castle will be your favorite? Secret passages. Towers. Anywhere I can study or socialise in peace.25. When sleeping in your dormitory, will your four-poster bed’s curtains be drawn or closed? Mood /energy dictated either.

26. If the team your house played against wins, do you think you’ll be bitter towards the other team after the game? Specific until I experience it

27. Do you think you’ll be a fan of wizard music?

28. Will you be curious enough to try and explore the whole castle, even if you know you can get in trouble for visiting some parts of it? //Armand a marauders map, that way he keeps tabs of friends and enemies alike.

29. How frequent will your visits to the library be? I have a large collection of familial books so not as often. Socially perhaps yes.

30. If someone was to form an organization similar to dumbledore’s army, will you join?

If the need arose...

31. If you were to get detention, what task would you prefer? Would you want to scrub cauldrons or clean trophies or sort through unlabeled books or…? Unlabeled Books. I find pleasure in organisation. Otherwise it had better be a good reason for giving me detention at all

32. On your o.w.l.s, what subject/s will you get an O in? Which ones do you think you’ll get a T on?

Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts definitely and the other subjects I should also do well in. *Wrinkles his nose at Troll as a concept to marks*. Well perhaps Divination though I feel I'd rather not take that imprecise subject at all. You either have the gift or you don't. (He does have some ability)

33. How about in your n.e.w.t.s?

34. If you were a pure-blood, would you take interest in reading muggle literature? Why not. I find adventure and mystery novels very good sources of information.

35. At what time do you think you’ll go to bed on weekdays?

36. Would you prefer firewhiskey over butterbeer? I'd rather drink fire whiskey or actual mortal wines. Butterbeer is sweet slop.

37. What wizard snack would be your favorite? Or which one would you like to try?

38. Will you collect chocolate frog cards?

39. Will you keep track of which flavor of beans you already tried? I confess I did once when I was much younger

40. What quidditch team (excluding hogwarts houses) will you support?

41. What classes will you take for n.e.w.t.s?

42. What will your boggart be?

43. Will you stay in the hog’s head or the three broomsticks?

44. If you are of age, will you try to enter the triwizard tournament if they ever host one again?

45. What do you think happens during graduation?

46. Will you see the thestrals carrying the carriages? Yes

47. If you were invited to join the slug club, will you accept the invitation? The name is hardly enticing is it...No

48. Will you consider becoming a professor in hogwarts after school? No

49. What would your patronus be?

50. What memory will you think of when making a patronus?

51. What year are you suppose to be in right now? //Verse/thread dependant.

▪He uses the rooms beneath the whomping willow as an extra hidey hole for his friends. And in later years somewhere for privacy with Daniel.

▪He likes Daniels cat, Merlin far more than he ever let’s on.

#hogwarts au #hogwarts au vc #headcanons #background information #master post #asks #green answered

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taylornock · 4 years

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how cell phones made our lives better while simultaneously ruining them

hi fam!! it’s me, again. are you tired of hearing from me? me too. that’s why I’m here to rant about social media / phone / technology. bc i hate it… but in a loving way???

everyone remembers when they got their first iPhone. seriously. why is that such a monumental moment in our lives? i can hardly remember what i felt like freshman year of high school but can pinpoint the feeling of sheer glee unwrapping my iPhone 6 in eighth grade. i have this thing that is attached to me 24/7 - when I go anywhere (even downstairs) without my phone i feel weird. that is f***ing SAD! PATHETIC. i hate feeling that dependent on what is essentially a pocket robot.

for what it’s worth - phones have done INCREDIBLE things for the world as we know it. for example, this quarantine shit has been testing all of us; and our phones are helping us get through it in so many ways. our phones let us see the faces of those loved ones we are missing, our phones provide us with stupid tik tok content to keep everything light hearted, and our phones let us check in on each other. all amazing things! when we are at school, we have instant access to our lives at home . being able to call my mom whenever i want is something i definitely abuse. “mom, I’m on my way home from Thompson right now and i think i have a brain aneurysm but my bio final is at 11am tomorrow will i make it” … an actual conversation i had with my mom at the end of freshman year. needless to say i was medicated shortly after THAT meltdown. I am such a brat that i don’t know what i would do if i couldn’t text my dad and have him immediately get me the password again to our Uverse account…… god forbid i miss an episode of the bachelor. i have this phone, and that’s what i do with it? abuse its powers to ask my parents for medical advice or a password i forgot? have we lost sight of everything here?

throughout life and especially throughout quarantine… my phone is the definition of a possession that is a blessing and a curse. I’m so grateful to have the ability to bother my friends - whenever i want! the options are endless! i love keeping in touch with people i thought id never hear from again, and being able to talk to so many people in my life and make my heart swell. now, when a conversation with someone other than my two roommates (shoutout parents) is so rare ⎯ that phone is my weapon and i use it to help flatten the curve: flatten the curve of covid19 and flatten the curve of my mental illness 🙃 [humor is a coping mechanism okay let me live] but like, i KNOW i’m not the only one that looks at my screen time and immediately wants to die. how can i honestly be looking at my phone for that long? picking it up THAT many times?????? my phone is the best distraction and also the most toxic - it makes me feel better but has a tendency to bring up all my issues and blast them into the reflection of my blue light glasses...... its called fashion look it up.

to give some examples - let’s open up my most used app: snapchat. I go on snapchat with the best of intentions - to see a memory from a year ago that makes me smile. to respond to my friends and see what their mood today is based on the look on their face. to creep on snap stories and see what everyone’s cooking and doing with their lives. somehow, tho, after spending a few minutes on the app.. i end up with a pit in my stomach most of the time. the person i want to respond hasn’t responded in 4 hours. oh god lets overthink this- they don’t like me anymore and are no longer interested in speaking to me and only respond every once in a while out of pity or because they are uncomfortable. everyone hates you. oh and GOD FORBID someone leaves me on open??! I am not funny nor interesting nor worth a reply - suddenly, i have equated my value to receiving or not receiving a photo of someone’s blank stare. this is extreme, and this is dramatic. but trust me —— this is the hamster wheel always turning in my head. I’m not even going to touch on snap maps; that feature is pandoras box and someone better fucking shut it.

second most used app is instagram. i scroll for hours, i have time limits set for the app acting like i’m actually going to listen to them and get off. lmaooooooooo. i love looking at aesthetic stuff and dogs and food and recipes and my friends’ beautiful faces. but you know what i don’t like? constant nudges to compare myself to others. oh look at her having a party with all of her friends even though we aren’t supposed to be. am i a loser for trying to be safe? oh look at her washboard abs, i’m never going to look like that and will never live up to the standard of beauty society has set for me. look at all of these people in their happy relationships. why can’t i have that? it goes over and over and over. its not like i sit there and think of these things just like that, its a precedent in my mind when i stare at everybody else that i am going to size my own life up against theirs. for years i followed every single elite model / VS angel on instagram to motivate me to do better - to start being psycho about what i did to my body so i could be as gorgeous as them. what kind of fucked up mindset is that? i would literally watch their footage of them eating rice and vegetables once a day and try to copy it. i would watch their runway walks obsessively trying to recreate them in heels alone in my house - like that was all i could imagine doing with my life. did i ever stop for a second to look at that photoshoot of gigi hadid and wonder if she was happy? wonder if the constant pictures she saw of herself ever made her insecure? what was i doing? the day i unfollowed those girls was a monumental day in my journey to a better self image. i didn’t realize the people i thought were my “motivators” were actually my triggers. i have grown to a point in life now that i would much rather eat a stack of chocolate chip pancakes that make me dance in my chair like an infant than practice my runway walk and shame my body in the mirror. and i am so freakin happy!

i could go app by app for hours. but moving on to the next thing i hate about cell phones - how they have destroyed our biological methods of communication. you hear about those psychos who think the world is destroyed by technology and we are going to be overrun by robots. but hey, I’m with the psychos on this one. i have this amazing friend, Trevor Wright, who without fail at EVERY dinner announces “phones off friends on” and collects our phones into the center of the table. yes, we are 20 year old adults. yes, we hand our phones over to Trevor and let him yell at us for trying to see if ~that person~ snap chatted us back. i have so much respect for him because of this. there is nothing worse than staring at your phones when you could be having a good conversation about life, about love, about laughter + memories, about “do you think hellen keller is real?” anything, bro, anything. anything but snapchat messaging your hoe of the week or mindlessly playing tetris to twiddle your thumbs. we all need to start loving a little harder, and the first step to doing that is to communicate better. communicate smarter. I’m guilty of alllll of the above, don’t get me wrong. and I am ADD asf and constantly playing mindless games just to stimulate my brain. but i need to stop that! even writing this is taking some time away from the dumb shit on my phone - and encouraging me to communicate how i r e a l l y feel to my homies that will read this. communication - especially body language - is fascinating. I’ve studied it in psych, I’ve learned the neurological bases of behavior and why we do what we do. I’ve learned how much our life experience impacts who we are as a whole...and it! is! fascinating! i also think that’s why i love film so much. because it can capture the raw moments of your friends just being your friends, of you just being the person you are, and the world around you just existing as it exists. i love the raw moments; and not just because indy blue posted one youtube video of her slow mo laughing and now thats the only footage i find myself shooting. 😚

im not quite sure what this post is, lol. but - just a rant on technology. so listen to me:

take advantage of technology + social media! it CAN BE GREAT. for so many reasons. but, don’t let technology + social media TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU. stay true to you - know how to communicate with yourself and your loved ones without the use of a robot. remember that feeling when you setup up your first iPhone? imagine if you could feel that again, with your phone nowhere in sight. if you don’t know how to communicate with yourself yet, start by journaling. WRITE! TYPE! SPEAK! do what you want. getting your thoughts down even without an audience is so crucial to understanding yourself and others. if you don’t like to write, reflect. breathe. meditate. make art. do what makes you feel at peace, and do whatever makes you feel like the world makes a little bit more sense than it does.

IF YOU ARE READING DOWN TO HERE, I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU, SAY IT BACK! LIFE IS A FUCKING HIGHWAY. AND IM SO GLAD YOU’RE ON MY INTERSTATE. <3

xoxoxoxo

gossip girl

#phones #socialmedia #rant #blog #hi #tender #loveme #quarantine #covid19 #cellphones #iphone #followme!#taylor #tiktok #trending #writing

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Eighty-Six: Humiliation ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura ] [ SasuHina, NaruSaku, vulgarity, bullying ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Love can make you do really stupid things.

She’s crushed on the sunshine blond since they were in grade school. There was just something so enrapturing about his energy, his drive, his exuberance. It felt like there was nothing he couldn’t do, even as he consistently got in trouble for being too loud, too rambunctious, too bull-headed. To Hinata, Naruto’s defiance and daring was like a vision of Spring in her Winter. Her childhood had been lonely, with a father that was too reminded of his late wife when he looked at her. A sister who was favored and basked in their father’s attention. A cousin she was never allowed to see due to a falling out between twins. Her meek nature kept her within her own little box.

But Naruto gave her hope that - maybe, someday - she could escape that box. Be as bright and as free has he seemed to be.

For years she kept her admiration to herself. Naruto was the odd kid out when they were young, tussling with bullies and giving the cold shoulder to those who gave it first. But slowly, minds began to change. His fight for attention whittled away their skepticism as he took on bigger and better roles. By the time they were in high school, the gangly kid had grown into a kind-hearted jock, beloved by many for both his smiles and his skills on the field. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone who genuinely disliked him. Even those jealous of his high school stature found it hard to hate him.

And though many of them had brushed him off when they were young, several of the girls found his transformation worth a second look...including the girl he’d always chased after: Sakura Haruno.

Hinata knew that if she didn’t speak soon...she’d never have the chance to speak at all. So one afternoon, after classes were done, she built up the courage and asked to speak with him...alone.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I…” Suddenly her throat was dry, her lungs were flat...she couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe!

“...you okay?”

“I just, u-um...I wanted to tell you that I, er...that I...like you a lot. A-and I know that...that I’m not someone you would ever...consider. But I’d regret it forever if...if I never told you.”

Golden brows lift up under their matching fringe. “You...you do?”

“...yes…”

“Oh...well, uh…” A hand idles at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Hinata...but there’s someone else. You’re a nice girl, but...y’know…”

She knew it was a possibility - a certainty, even. “...I-I understand. Thank you for...for listening. I’m sorry to have wasted your t-time -”

“No - Hinata, wait -!”

Skirting around him, she dodges his reaching hand and escapes into the hallway, nearly stumbling into a pair of other students before fleeing. Though she’d told herself she wouldn’t cry, tears fall free as she barrels through the doors and out into the yard beyond.

Stupid...so stupid…

As though the sky itself is mocking her, it starts to rain, and she’s drenched by the time she makes it home. Neither her father or sister are home, which she takes as a blessing. Stripped of her wet clothes, she moves straight into the hot shower, hiding under the water and steam until her skin is angry and red.

At least it’s Friday. She has two whole days to recover. Surely he’ll forget all about it by Monday, and she can just...move on. Pretend it never happened.

...yeah, right.

She’s never been one for social media, instead passing the weekend by with homework, movies, and games. To her own surprise, she feels marginally better by Monday morning, heading into school without a bow to her head.

...but it’s soon obvious something is amiss.

Heads turn, eyes stare, lips whisper. She’d be able to ignore it if it wasn’t so blatantly pointed. No one bothers to hide their gossiping, their glowers.

But the worst of it comes at her locker.

“Well, well...look who it is.”

Flinching, Hinata turns to find herself suddenly surrounded. A gaggle of girls - spearheaded by none other than Sakura - form a ring around her door. “W...what do you want?”

“Well, I just heard the most distressing little rumor,” the rosette begins, one arm across her chest as the other rests atop it. She taps a finger against her cheek. “You see...word in the hallways is that you tried to ask out a taken man.”

“I -? What are you t-talking about? I-I didn’t -!”

“Is it true you confessed to Naruto Uzumaki? Is it true that - despite him having a most devoted and loving girlfriend - you tried to cozy up to him?” Sakura’s sickeningly sweet act soon gives way to clear temper. “Because if that’s true, you little slut...I’m going to slam your face against that locker door until that idea fals right out of your head!”

Around them, a sizeable crowd is growing, attracted by her loud, furious words. Backed up to her locker, Hinata fails to fight tears, shaking her head. “N-no, I...I wasn’t trying to -!”

“He told me, you lying bitch! You think I’m going to believe you over him…? How dare you try to circumvent me! He’s mine - and none of your doe-eyeing is going to change that! If you ever try to go behind my back again, I’ll -!”

Her hand lifts, clearly making to strike a palm against Hinata’s cheek. With nowhere to go, Hinata gives a cry, turning to huddle against her locker and brace herself.

...but the impact never comes.

Instead, a shocked silence overcomes the hallway, and Hinata dares to peek over.

“...you realize that hitting another student is a one-way ticket to detention, don’t you? Wouldn’t want a spot on that record of yours, Sakura.”

Jades are wide, Sakura’s wrist held in the stranger’s hand. “...s-she started this!”

“If you really think a turned down confession with no real intent to date is worth assaulting someone...you’re an even bigger garbage heap than I thought. Take your insecurities and cry about them to someone who cares...like your boyfriend. And leave this one alone. She’s hardly about to be the reason Naruto breaks up with you. He’s got plenty without it.”

Furious color rises up Sakura’s neck, snatching her arm out of the boy’s grip. “...whatever. At least everyone knows the truth about that little harlot. You should’ve stayed in your corner where you belong!”

“Fuck...off.”

Harrumphing, Sakura stalks back down the hallway, her gaggle of girls trailing behind. For a moment, the crowds linger in uncertainty before slowly going back to their business.

All the while, Hinata barely dares to breathe, a strange hollowness in her chest. Everyone...everyone saw. Everyone heard. They all think she’s some kind of slut trying to steal someone’s boyfriend. All she wanted was to be honest...so maybe she could move on…

“Hey...are you -?”

Legs like jelly, Hinata shoves past her savior, pushing her way through the hallway traffic toward the door. She can’t stay here, she can’t stand the eyes, the words, the humiliation -!

She barely clears the doorway before her knees give out, mind completely overwhelmed. She’s ruined...the rest of her high school days will be spent in the shadow of today. How...how can she -?

Before she can skin her knees on the concrete, Hinata feels arms around her waist, hauling her back up to her feet. Still unsteady, she stays limp in her companion’s grip.

“Easy...take a second to breathe. I know you’re panicking, and I know that was a shitshow. But you have to breathe, Hinata.”

Gasping and trembling, she suddenly finds herself sobbing, the shock cut through by his words and letting her react. Even now her knees refuse to hold her, her will to hold herself up lost in the tide of her emotions.

Without a word, the one behind her gives a grunt and hauls her up further, carrying her to a bench nearby. Setting her on one end, he sits along the other, letting her collapse apathetically against him.

...who…?

To her surprise, an arm wraps around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Normally she’d flip, shoving him off and demanding to know what his problem was. But right now, he’s the only solid thing around her as she drowns...so instead, she clings.

“...I’m sorry about all that bullshit. You don’t deserve that...Sakura’s just an insecure busybody who thinks everyone’s out to get her. You didn’t do anything wrong…”

“B-but everyone...e-everyone’s going to -!”

“Naruto told me what happened. His mistake was telling Sakura. He’s gone today...but you can bet he’ll be trying to make this right when he gets back. He’s an idiot...but he’s not an asshole. Trust me, I know.”

It’s only then Hinata dares to look up, curious just who’s gotten himself involved in his mess. Pale eyes then widen as she recognizes him: Naruto’s best friend, Sasuke. “...y-you…?”

He in turn looks back at her softly. “...it’s gonna be fine. Maybe not for a day or two, but...he’ll set things right. Who knows...maybe now he’ll see her for the bitch she really is…”

“W-why are…you helping me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Look...Sakura’s driven me nuts for a long time. She’s a nasty piece of work when she wants to be. I wasn’t about to let that slide. Just glad I was there when I was.”

“I...I can’t go back there…”

“...maybe we can talk to the school nurse and get you excused. Cuz yeah...it might not be a good idea for you to be there today. I’ll go with you.”

Still unsure why he’s trying so hard, Hinata nonetheless nods. Shakily finding her feet, she walks beside him back into the building. By now, the halls are empty as first period begins, and they make it to the office unfettered. Hinata explains as best she can, Sasuke providing additional testimony and proof.

“Well...you’re not ill, per se...but I think I can get you excused. If another student is going to be treating you like that, it’s not safe for you to be here. I’ll have the principal speak to her.”

Hinata knows that won’t do any good… “Do I...do I have to stay, and...and tell what happened again?”

“No, I have it all written down here. You go home and calm down. But you’ll have to be back in tomorrow.”

“I understand.”

“Ma’am, can I have first period excused to walk her home? She shouldn’t go alone.”

The nurse sighs...and then relents. “Oh, all right. But be back in time for second, understood.?”

“Yes ma’am.”

As they leave, Hinata grabbing her already-packed bag, she murmurs, “...you don’t have to go with me.”

“I have calculus first period. Might as well skip it. Besides...I do want to make sure you get home okay. You’re pretty shaken up.”

“...thanks.”

The walk is silent, the Hinata seemingly lost in her thoughts. Sasuke takes to texting, brow furrowed. By the time they make it to her place, he tucks the mobile back in his pocket.

“I told Naruto what happened. He’s pretty pissed, and says to tell you he’s sorry. Apparently he’ll be back for afternoon classes, and he’s gonna tell Sakura what for. So...tomorrow might not be so bad.”

“...that’s good.”

“...you sure you’re okay?”

“Not...not really.”

“I can stay.”

“N-no! You’ll get in trouble!”

“There’s worse things than skipping a day of school,” he assures her with a hint of a grin.

Hinata hesitates. “Why...why are you being so nice to me…?”

“Is that not allowed?”

“I’m just...curious. I don’t...know you. At least, n-not very well. Surely you’ve got b-better things to do, right?”

It’s then Sasuke’s turn to pause. “...I like you. You’re a nice person, even if no one bothers to see it. I don’t know anyone else quite like you. And someone nice shouldn’t be treated like that.”

A hint of pink blooms in her cheeks. He likes her? Or...does he like her…? His reply is rather...ambiguous. “...well, I...I appreciate it. But you really don’t n-need to stay. I’ll be all right, and you...you should get back to class.”

“...all right. Mind if I check in on you? Send you a text at lunch or something?”

“S...sure.” She sheepishly offers her number. “You...y-you better get going, so you’re not late.”

“I’ve got plenty of time. You get inside and take it easy, okay?”

“I will.”

“All right...see you later.” Giving a mock salute, he starts meandering back down the sidewalk.

Watching him for a time, Hinata eventually slips into the house. There’s still a lingering edge to her mind, nerves jumpy and anxious. But...she also feels a lot calmer now. Sasuke’s company seems to have helped quite a bit. Curious…

For now, however, she goes upstairs and curls in bed, phone on her pillow as she awaits a buzz in a few hours. Maybe, until then, she’ll just...take a little nap...

.oOo.

OKAY FIRST let me say: I do not hate Sakura. I dislike some aspects about her canon character, but overall I'm not anti Sakura or anything. She just...works for the trope in this piece. Sorry Sakura fans, I just...needed someone for the role :'D Anyway, with that out of the way...oof, this was painful to write. I was never really part of any big high school drama, so...I don't have any experience in it. And this is likely SUPER unrealistic and hyperbolic. But that's the fun of fanfic, right? But at least Hinata had someone there to come to her rescue. Hopefully Naruto can set things straight...yeesh. But uhhh, yeah, that's all for tonight. In all honesty today was Rough and now it's super late despite me...really wanting to get some good sleep :'D So I better bounce. Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #narusaku #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #vulgarity //#bullying //#best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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