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hearts-4-luke · 3 months

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setting the scene

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: just as everything is going wrong, and you feel like the universe has something against you, you meet a certain someone who changes your point of view

warnings: harrassment, a little bit of cursing, shitty writing

word count: 2.3k

i hope you enjoy this, my first piece of writing.

of course you were familiar with the idea of karma.

in theory, you always thought it was a great way of thinking. if you put good into the world, you'd get something back.

so you always tried your hardest to make other people happy, give them the benefit of the doubt, not only in hopes that you'd be rewarded, but also because you truly wanted the best for others.

but over time, you lost faith in the idea, as it seemed that no matter how well you treated other people, how much good you put out into the world, nothing ever came back to you, at least not for long.

the night had started out great, you'd already downed a few drinks, and you and your friends were having the time of your lives dancing to "today's top hits."

but of course with your luck, something had to go wrong.

some girl who'd obviously had more drinks than she could handle, decided it would be a good idea to walk through the dance floor with multiple full glasses in hand. it goes without saying that she ended up spilling the contents of her cups, straight down your dress, the cold liquid freezing against your hot skin.

only when you went to wash the stain out did you remember that you were wearing a tight white dress, which, in your current situation, was practically see through.

logic told you it would've been a good idea for you to leave at that point, but instead, you opted that you didn't want to ruin your friend's nights, so you decided to stay for just a bit longer.

eventually, your dress dried, and the stain was just barely visible, for which you were extremely grateful.

spotting the nearly empty glasses in all of your friends' hands, you decided to be nice and go grab another round of drinks. this was your second mistake.

the intoxicated people dancing all around you made you uncomfortable, and by the time you had told the bartender what you wanted, you were jittery and uneasy. within seconds, a man who had to be at least ten years older than you took a seat on the stool closest to you, despite the fact that nearly all of the others were vacant.

you shot him a polite smile before opening up your phone and scrolling through instagram, but you were all too aware of the fact that his gaze was burning a hole through the side of your head.

again, logic pleaded with you to just leave right then and there, you knew your friends would understand, but being the people-pleaser you were, you still persisted on staying and waiting for your drinks.

"you here all alone, eh?" his words had your heart beating hard in your chest.

damn you, universe, you thought. why couldn't you just let me have one good night?

"no, i'm here with my friends," you replied nervously before adding quickly, "and my boyfriend." it was obvious you were lying, but you were grasping for straws just to get him to stop talking to you.

"it's alright, no need to lie to me." though his words themselves weren't especially threatening, the look on his face and the way he spoke made you on edge. he continued to stare at you, awaiting a response. he placed a hand on your thigh.

you'd had enough, so you slipped off your chair and began to walk away, when you felt a hand on your wrist.

"what's wrong, baby? i didn't even do anything," he asked, an irritated look on his face.

you tried again to take your hand out of his clutches, but to no avail. you told him to let go, to stop, but he didn't care, simply tightening his grasp on your arm and insisting that you stay and "wait for your drinks."

praying to whatever higher being that the bartender would come back soon and see the unfortunate situation you were in, you looked around desperately, only to find that no one was paying attention to what was going on.

what did i do to you to deserve this? you bargained with the universe, who left your question seemingly unanswered, silence left in its wake.

a second later, you jolted at the feeling of large hands grabbing onto your shoulders from behind you, and felt someone's head rest atop yours. you turned around in fear, and found yourself eyeing a boy who had to be around your age with curly hair and green eyes, peering right back down at you.

you expected him to leave once he saw your face and realized he didn't know who you were, but instead he continued to look at you, smiling sincerely. the man from before immediately dropped your wrist.

"hey angel," the boy beamed down at you.

"hi…babe?" you responded hesitantly, leaning into him once you realized this was no mistake, the curly haired boy was helping you out.

his arms found their way around your shoulders, hugging you from behind.

"is this guy bothering you or something?" he asked, picking up your bruising wrist delicately, and turning his attention to the older guy who seemed feeble compared to your saviour.

"no, no bro, i didn't do anything. i swear, i'm sorry," the man stumbled over his words, his demanding and harsh demenaor having faded away in a heartbeat.

"y'sure you're okay then?" he asked, redirecting his attention to you. you nodded in response, giving him a small, reassuring smile.

"alright, i'll walk you back to the table, then," he nodded to himself before turning back to the man one last time, "and stop hitting on girls half your age, man. it's fucked up."

he led you away, hands intertwined, as the man scrambled out of his seat and away to another part of the bar. neither of you said anything for a few seconds until you interrupted the silence.

"thank you so much. i don't know how to repay you, that guy was really…" you trailed off, a shiver passing through your body just at the thought of his disgusting hands on your wrist.

he nodded in agreement. "of course, i couldn't just leave you there like that."

"can i get you something to drink, a beer, anything, to thank you," you pleaded, looking up at him as the two of you stopped walking, opting to stand near the bar in an area that wasn't too crowded. you saw the hesitant look on your face and continued your thought, "oh, unless you have a girlfriend or something, sorry, god, i should've asked before i said anything."

the boy grinned at your flushed face, "well, first off, my name's luke, and no, i don't have a girlfriend."

"oh ok, that's good," you said before realizing what you had said, "i meant to say that's good to know, not that it's good that you don't have a girlfriend. fuck, i didn't-"

"it's okay, i got what you meant," he chuckled. you put your face in your hands out of embarrassment, your face now bright red. once you had calmed down, you introduced yourself to luke, and offered once again to buy him something to drink.

luke knew he should be keeping this to himself, but you seemed like you wouldn't judge him or at the very least he felt like you wouldn't tell anyone else, so the next words that came out of his mouth were, "i'm only twenty. i can't drink. the bouncer knew my brother and he let me in, but my brother doesn't want me drinking."

now it was his turn to be embarrassed, as he suddenly felt out of place, as though you were silently making fun of him, even though he knew you weren't.

"oh, that's fine! i only just recently turned twenty-one anyway, so i get it," you shrugged, obviously trying to comfort him since his neck and the tips of his ears were pink.

all of a sudden, a guy with fluffy brown hair and blue eyes who was a few inches shorter than luke and seemed a bit tipsy came up to the two of you and slung an arm around luke's shoulders. the unfamiliar boy turned to you, having just noticed you were there, and a grin spread across his face.

"hey lukey boy, who's this, huh? you got yourself a girlfriend?" the boy chirped at the curly haired boy who rolled his eyes at his antics.

"angel, this is jack, my older brother. in case you couldn't tell, he's a little bit drunk," luke deadpanned, peeling his brother's arm off of his shoulders.

smiling at jack, you told him your name and explained how you and luke had just met a few minutes ago.

"oh, rusty's already got a nickname for you," he beamed, turning to look at his younger brother, who yet again rolled his eyes but the smile on his face showed that he wasn't really all that annoyed.

"anyway, lukey, d'you wanna come introduce your new girl to the team?" jack questioned, already beginning to walk back in the direction he came.

"she's not my girl, rowdy."

"and with that attitude she never will be!"

you let out a laugh and luke turned to you, asking if you wanted to go meet his team. you nodded in agreement, and sent a text to your friends apologizing that you didn't get the drinks yet and that you met a nice guy but you'd be back sometime soon, and if anything, that you could uber home.

luke grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his, and began to pull you in the direction that his brother had gone. before you reached your destinanton, he explained that he and his brother played hockey and he was at the bar with some of his teammates and friends.

quickly, you approached a circular booth filled with five guys and a girl, all of whom began to shout things, most of them teasing luke about "finally bagging a girl."

you slid into the booth, and you could swear you felt a spark when luke sat down next to you, your thighs touching.

from across the table, jack recited the names of everyone at the table: jesper, nico, dawson, and john, and followed up by introducing you to the table.

the girl who you had ended up sitting next to interrupted jack before he could continue his drunken rambling.

"well i, for one, am glad that there's gonna be another girl around here. and rusty seemed lonely anyway." for a second, you felt jealousy flicker in your chest, thinking she was a friend of luke's, before she continued her thought, turning so that she could speak to you directly.

"i'm emily, by the way, i'm jack's girlfriend, it's nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too," you grinned, all feelings of jealousy dissipating. you got to know her for a bit as luke started talking with dawson.

eventually, you and luke fell back into conversation together, and your personalities seemed to just click. everytime you said something, he would have a quick remark to add, and whenever he spoke, you found yourself hanging onto every last word he said, sincerely interested in what he was talking about.

luke wasn't sure why, but for some reason, whether it was just that your presence was so comforting, or that he was in desperate need for some new friends in jersey, but he felt an overwhelming desire to spill all of his secrets to you.

you learned that he played for the new jersey devils in the nhl, and although hockey had never really been something you were interested, you made a mental note to look up when the next game was so that you could try to catch some of it on tv.

as odd as it may have sounded, it made luke happy that you didn't know who he was before he introduced himself. it assured him that you had a genuine interest in him, and didn't care that he played in the nhl, or that he and his brothers were some of the most famous hockey players of his generation.

by the end of the night, it felt like the two of you had known each other for ages, the disturbing man from earlier long forgotten.

as the two of you exchanged numbers, you were glad you didn't go home earlier, that you had gone against logic's advice.

you bid the rest of the team goodbye, not being able to escape the comments from jack, announcing how cute he thought the two of you looked together.

you and luke were forced to part, both of you sporting matching smiles on your faces, and promised to text each other and meet up sometime the following week.

you found yourself unable to wipe the grin off of your face as you walked back to where your friends were still sitting, who all giggled at the sight of you all love-drunk and unusually cheerful. while you recounted your story about how you met luke, all your friends could see that you were practically glowing and seemed happier than ever.

they all took a quick liking to the boy who had made you this happy, even without meeting him.

maybe the universe wasn't plotting against you. maybe everything that had happened was planned out, setting the scene for you to be able to meet the wonderful, bright-eyed, curly haired boy that you had. you just hoped it lasted.

i feel like i wrote this really bad, but i just want to publish it and stop staring blankly at my writing, but if you read all the way to the end, hopefully you liked it!

part 2 coming soon, maybe? 💛🌼☀

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sxriusblxck · 2 years

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sweet and sour

summary: remus knows just how to get under your skin

warnings: teasing, remus being a little shit, kissing

word count: 1,018

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requested by the (platonic) loml, @unlust-fvck <33

"Why're you being so squirmy?"

You're both offended and annoyed by the question, because of the stupid smirk on his face and the fact that he knew exactly why you were being so damn squirmy.

The two of you were in the library, where you were supposed to be studying for your exams.

But things got sidetracked.

It truly wasn't your fault this time. Remus got bored easily, and you being the only other person in his vicinity, were the victim of his bored prodding.

First it was innocent, holding your hand, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair, stuff you could easily accept while studying. Then, as his boredom increased, it got harder to ignore. Kissing at your neck, fiddling with the buttons of your shirt, squeezing at your hips, all the things he knew you loved.

So, yes, you were squirmy, and he knew damn well why.

"You know why." You grumble, hating how coy he was being even though his hand was still under your shirt, warming your cool skin with his large fingers.

"Mhm, don't think I do."

He's got a grin on his face when you look at him, ear-to-ear with a certain smugness about it. You hated how you still found him cute, even when he was trying his hardest to get you to fold.

"You're being mean." You huff in exasperation, biting back the smile that threatened to curve at your lips.

"You love it." He winks.

You can't argue that, because as mean as he could be, there was always a layer of sweetness that coated it, reminding you that it was all coming from a place of love. You suppose it's the specific nature of his sourness that you enjoy, that you crave.

You only huff again, attempting to scoot further away from him so you could get some work done, but Remus wasn't having it.

Snaking a large hand around the leg of your chair, he tugs it forward so hard you nearly topple over. Letting out a startled gasp, you fall into his chest from the rough force of his pull.

"Rem!" You squeal.

"Jus' give me a cuddle, pretty baby." He pleads.

"We gotta-"

"You're so pretty, you know that?" He cuts you off, holding your head to his chest, stroking your hair sweetly. "Prettiest baby I know."

"Stop." Your cheeks are warm, trying to pull away from him to avoid his compliments, knowing that even though they were how he truly felt, they were mostly being said to pull your attention to him instead of your work.

"Got me head over heals f'you, darling. Jus' wanna hold you and never let you go." He whispers so sweetly you nearly cave.

You feel like you're on fire, squirming uncontrollably in his tight hold. He's managed to reduce you to a puddle of mush with only a few sentences, a power he'd learned from Sirius, you assume.

"We have to study, Remus." You scold lightly, wiggling out of his grip with surprisingly little resistance.

With a sigh, he nods. "Fine."

You only made it twenty-minutes before there was another boredom-fueled interruption.

He had placed his hand on your thigh only a few moments ago, innocent and undetected by your conscious mind. It was second nature for Remus to have a protective hand covering the expanse of your upper-leg, so you didn't think anything of it.

Until he started sliding it upward.

He'd successfully managed to reach the edge of your shorts before you noticed, halting casually when your eyes darted down to inspect the offending touch.

At first you tried to remain stoic, not wanting to let him know how much the simple brush of his hand on your thigh could affect you, but your thighs were sensitive, and he was dancing dangerously close to your ticklish spot.

"Remus." You suddenly grit, shooting him a sharp glare out of the corner of your eye.

"Yes, my darling?" He cocks his head innocently, a soft smile stretched across his pink lips, like a puppy who'd wrecked his owners couch and still expected to be called a good boy.

You hate him, you really hate him.

Seething now, you're beyond flustered as he continues his petting of your thigh. It's incredibly hard to focus on the important material in front of you when he's going out of his way to be distracting, but you try your best, mostly because you wanted to get work done and partially because of your pride.

It's only five minutes later when you inevitably throw in the towel, raising your white flag with a slam of your book, a resounding thunk echoing through the room when the two halves collide. It startles the boy beside you, not allowing him to register the fact that you've crawled out of your chair in favor of climbing into his own. Sat on his lap with your arms locked around his neck, your lips meet his.

"You're s'mean to me sometimes." You hiss against him, nipping at his bottom lip as punishment, drawing a grunt from low in his chest.

"You love me, though." He kisses your cheek when you pull back, cupping the back of your head with one hand while the other cradles your back to keep you to him. "Love me s'much you put your studying aside jus' to kiss me."

"Remus-"

"You love me." He suckles at your bottom lip. "Tell me."

"You're a meanie."

He grins, sitting back in the uncomfortable wooden chair to scan your face. Detecting no signs of true hatred, he threads his fingers through your hair, pulling you back before you could lean in for another kiss.

"Nuh uh, not until you say it." He pouts mockingly at your frown, shaking his head teasingly.

"You know I love you, Rem." You sigh, his grip loosening in your hair. "Even If you're an asshole sometimes."

He smirks. "I'll take it."

"Will you let me kiss you now?"

"Alright, c'mere, baby."

And you're kissing him, because despite what you'd said earlier, hate was something you could never feel toward Remus Lupin.

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justalonelybitch · 11 months

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Nothing Means Everything With You

Miyawaki Sakura x F!Reader

Genre: Fluffish?

Warnings: idk man, secret relationship

Word Count: 1k

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The eldest member of Le Sserafim sat curled up on the living room couch, eagerly tapping away at the screen of her phone. The hint of a smile crept onto Sakura's lips as she felt the couch dip beside her, focus wavering as she struggled to finish the hardest level of a game on her phone. She didn't need to remove her gaze from the glowing screen to know it was you who'd taken up the place by her side. The comforting brush of your leg against her own was an action so small, and yet Sakura's heart still swelled with familiarity each time.

You silently dropped your head to her shoulder, the soft scent of your shampoo overwhelming Sakura's senses. She wordlessly placed her phone face down on the couch, turning to meet your gaze with eyes that swirled with nothing but adoration. Reaching for her hand, you mindlessly fiddled with her finger, careful touch igniting warmth within her chest. Neither of you paid any mind to the chaos that ensued within the dorms, simply getting lost in a world of your own. A smile twitched at her lips as she intertwined your fingers, thumb gently caressing your soft skin.

“Do you want to play?” Sakura tilted her head towards her phone, offering to indulge in a multiplayer game to keep you entertained. Truthfully she had no interest in her game the second you graced her with your presence. Only she did not wish for you to retire to your room out of boredom, as she didn’t believe herself to be interesting enough to keep your company. A soft smile adorned your lips alongside the shake of your head as you brought your other hand up to graze your fingertips along her forearm. “I’ll watch if you want to play,” you assured, determined, scooting closer so that she knew you wouldn’t dare leave her side.

Sakura’s eyes softened fondly at your adamance to remain in her presence. It was as if you could interpret her every thought with one mere glance. The gentle squeeze she would give your hand could mean many things. But to you it was always obvious, everything with her was. Her every action told a story that only you had the pleasure of reading. How her lips tugged upwards ever so subtly whenever you entered a room. The way her chocolate brown orbs danced with adoration each time she gazed at you from afar. And most of all, her constant longing to be near you paired with her hesitance to reach out.

You could see it in the way her fingers twitched with caution as she reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’d rather just spend time with you,” the admission fell from her lips with ease when her eyes locked with yours. Ducking your head as a bashful grin crept onto your face, you dropped your head back to her shoulder. While she often stumbled over her words around you, there were always moments in which she surprised you with her bluntness. A pleased hum bubbled from your throat as your nose nudged against her neck, the soft huff of air that escaped your mouth tickling her skin.

Sakura couldn’t help the wide smile that threatened to break out on her lips as you pressed an innocent kiss to her smooth skin. Her gaze briefly flickered to your fellow members in caution, but they were far too caught up in a world of their own to pay any mind to the two of you. Your brows furrowed as she slowly slipped her hand from your warm grasp, head lifting to follow her gaze. A sad smile briefly broke out on your face as you misinterpreted her withdrawal. Sakura glanced your way in confusion as you scooted back on the couch, freeing yourself of her hold entirely. “What is it?” She asked, concern laced in her tone as she stared after you.

You didn’t utter a word, instead tucking your knees into your chest as your pensive gaze remained on your fellow members. “Y/n..” she trailed off knowingly, hands brushing over the space between you as she shook her head. “It’s fine,” you muttered before she could continue, curling further into yourself, head resting atop your knees. Rather than speaking, she thought it best to take action. Within seconds she was in her rightful place by your side once more, arm hanging loosely around your shoulders as she tugged you closer. “What are you doing?” You questioned, brows sewn together and forehead creased in a frown.

“Spending time with you,” Sakura murmured, one of the things you loved dearly about her. How simple she could make the most complicated of things. Only a few words tumbled from her lips and yet you felt relief wash over you in an instant. A content smile broke out on your face after a beat of comfortable silence had passed. “I missed this..I missed you. I-” You cut yourself off before the three familiar words could fall from your lips. The same three words that you yearned to say with each passing moment you spent with Sakura. Your eyes filled with sorrow as you glanced up at Sakura. “I know,” she assured, allowing you to curl into her side. “Me too,” was all she uttered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head when no one was looking.

The unspoken words that lingered between you would always remain, but it only narrowed the distance separating you from true happiness. Instead of severing your connection, you learnt how it had helped you to cherish the moments in which were only yours and Sakura’s to share. It only made each subtle brush of her hand against yours that much more meaningful. Bringing value to every second you spend with one another. It didn’t matter if it were an hour or a minute, the brush of fingertips against one another or a kiss shared behind closed doors, it meant everything to the both of you.

um so hi, im back ig? wrote this in literally 20 mins so no hate.

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 9 months

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Dream of Modron

(Eris x mysterious female)

Word count: ±900

Warnings: none I think

This short Eris' drabble was inspired by @erisweek2023 prompt "Dance"

I'm very sorry for my English 🫣

This week was really busy, so I hardly managed to write this. Hopefully you'll like it despite of all the mistakes I've made.

And the hardest part of the story? The speech! I'm the last person who'd ever give any speech and it seems it's impossible for me to write one too.

Eris decided to check on preparations for upcoming Autumnal equinox's celebration. He worked on it for the past two months and now there was only 1 hour left before it starts. As he walked around the clearing where it'll be held he inspected five tall piles of dry wood prepared for bonfires.

After that he moved to the tables. Servants assured him that the tables with food and snacks made of apples, pumpkins, chestnuts and other autumn fruits and veggies, would be ready on time as the last plates and trays should arrive any minute.

Before returning to the palace to get ready himself, he also checked the decoration, podium from where he'll speak and even the stage for musicians. All seemed to be ready.

Satisfied he returned to his room to take a shower and change to already prepared clothes. Last look in the mirror and he moved to the table to go through his speech quickly one more time. As the time came closer he could hear cheerful voices from outside. The crowd started to gather. It's time.

Approaching his podium he could see people gathered around, waiting for him to start the celebration. Making sure his mask of a fearless high lord is on its place, he took his place on the podium. There was a buzz in the crowd as all eyes turned to him. Calmly Eris surveyed people in front of him. He waited until everybody was quiet. Then he cleared his throat and started.

„Welcome to the annual Autumnal equinox's festival! Last year was really hard on us. War took too many lives and we also lost our high lord, my father. But we made it. We survived. Thanks to you all our country is safe once again," he paused to look to everyone in the eye.

„Despite of everything, nature was generous to us this year too and gifted us a lot of food, fruits and vegetables," he gestured towards the full tables set up along the edges of the clearing.

„Usually we celebrate Autumn equinox to give our thanks to the nature, but this year is little bit different. Let's take advantage of this feast and celebrate our victory and life itself as well. Let the party begin!“

With last words he left his powers rumble around, setting the bonfires on fire. Crowd cheered loudly. Then priestesses on the other side of clearing took over the attention and performed their usual rituals and offerings. When spiritual part ended, musicians took up their instruments and crowd split into dancers and onlookers.

A satisfied grin settled on Eris's face as he took in the scene in front of him from his small podium. Everything went smoothly, exactly as he planned it. Unfortunately he couldn't stay longer and enjoy the results of his hard work. There were some high lord's matters that needed his attention. He waited until he was sure people were enough distracted. But when he was about to sneak out, he noticed a girl dancing around one of the bonfires. In the moment he forgot everything else.

It wasn't her look that caught his eye even though it wasn't bad too. She had big green eyes, waist-length auburn hair, quite lovely face with few freckles on her small nose and cheeks. She was rather smaller with slim and graceful curves.

It was her dance that impressed him. Her movements were precise, confident, elegant and as wild as the flames behind her. She radiated tremendous energy that attracted him. It reminded him of Nesta's dance just with one difference. This girl was way better. If Nesta was a queen of dance, this girl was goddess.

Before he knew, he was already strolling through the crowd, every step bringing him closer to her. He stopped few meters from her with arms crossed on chest, openly gazing at her with smirk plastered on his face. The smirk that she shamelessly reciprocated. It seemed as if she was dancing just for him making eyes on him every time she turned his way.

Biting down his lower lip he watched her for few minutes enjoying the view before joining her. She eagerly accepted his hand and together they swirled around the bonfire in a wild vortex of dance. Fire filled his veins fuelled by the warmth and flexibility of the flesh under his fingers. A wild grin spread across his face. They hadn't spoken a single word, but neither of them minded.

Eris lost track of the time and his surroundings. At that moment there was only her, the music and the fire for him. He didn't feel tiredness nor thirst or hunger. His body was drawn to hers, his lips only few centimetres from hers. Suddenly she stopped. Eris blinked and looked around.

The night turned into dawn, everybody had already left. Looking at the empty stage where musicians stood before, it was clear that the music must have stopped playing a long time ago. Only embers remained of great bonfires.

Surprised he turned back to the girl, but she was gone too. He looked around in confusion. Except of him there were only wisps of early morning mist rolling across the clearing.

He sighed. He didn't even have a chance to ask her name. Tired he returned back to the palace and crawled into the bed.

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tinkabelle24 · 2 months

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To Build a Home

Chapter 12: Into The Light

A/N: I'd like to thank the amazing @android-cap-007 for the first of many drawings for this story. Love you, girl! 🥰🫂

TW! Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Death.

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(One week earlier...)

Alright, which one was it again? First, second... third? Yes! Thank God...

Val heaved a relieved sigh as she watched the brickwork slide open, revealing one of many secret entrances into the Lair. One would think, given the numerous times she'd already used this entrance, she'd know by heart which pipe to pull. But no. That wasn't how her brain worked.

Donnie was already halfway up the steps by the time she shuffled inside. Her face immediately flushed with embarrassment as she imagined him laughing his ass off at the sight of her fumbling around outside. Had this been the case, he never let it show.

“Oh! Hi, Dudette!” Mikey, who'd been trailing behind his older brother, greeted cheerfully. His baby blues nearly popped out their sockets once they finally laid upon the load she was carrying. “How’d you manage to get all that down here by yourself?”

Finally relinquishing the two heavy insulated shopping bags and backpack into Donnie’s eager hands, Val groaned softly as she stretched out her stiff back and upper limbs; her fingers ached something fierce. “Thank you... It wasn’t too bad; the hardest part’s lifting that heavy-ass manhole cover.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” The purple-banded terrapin eyed her quizzically as he pushed one of the bags into Mikey’s arms. “We would’ve picked you up.”

Val waved him off with a smile. “Don’t stress,” she reassured. “I’m stronger than I look. The crowbar helped, too, heh... Plus, it was meant to be a surprise.”

Sundays were their lazy days, where most of the group congregated in the common area to enjoy either a video game or movie (usually a comedy; a certain someone *cough* Mikey *cough* wasn't fond of horror).

Checco’s was their go-to on these nights. No, scratch that – most nights. Something told Val it was their favourite, so she decided to bring her own this time... among a few other goodies.

“Pizza? Yes!” Mikey did a little dance, holding the three firmly wrapped pies above his head like Rafiki did baby Simba.

“Supreme... pepperoni... and my personal favourite – margherita. I sincerely hope you guys like garlic, because the last one’s got a shit-tonne of it.” Val then reached into one of the bags, retrieving a foil-wrapped baguette. “I also made garlic bread - cheesy garlic bread.”

At that, Mikey swooned. “I love you!”

A giggle escaped the brunette’s lips as she playfully rolled her eyes, then turned her attention to the second bag. “For you.” She handed Donnie a container of double chocolate chip muffins. “Payment for the courgettes. Don’t worry, I didn’t put any in there.”

“Perfect, thank you- ah-ah! Get your mitts off it.” He swatted Mikey’s hand away.

“Aw, what?! No fair!”

“Worry not, my friend.” Val nudged the youngest brother as she produced a larger container of what looked to be chocolate pudding.

By that point, she'd finally spotted Raph across the common area, exiting the weights room. His hands were clean but his arms and thighs were peppered with chalk smears, presumably from using the deadlift bar. Had she blinked, she would've missed the wince as he rolled his shoulders; favouring the recently healed one.

She frowned.

He'd been overdoing it, again.

“Oh, hey!” Raph exclaimed, gaze finally falling on her. “You’re early. I was gonna text after my shower to see if you were ready. I’d hug ya, but...” He gestured to himself as he approached.

“Yeah, I’ll pass.” Val agreed; she'd rather not get sweat and chalk all over her favourite outfit.

With a sheepish smile, she raised her container to his eye level; Mikey, still holding the pizzas, eagerly presented them as well. “I brought goodies... I made your avocado mousse for dessert – that okay?” In her excitement – organising and preparing this spread - she totally forgot to ask the chef’s permission to recreate his recipe.

Bad Valerie - that’s poor recipe sharing etiquette!

Noticing her apprehension, a mischievous smirk crept across Raph’s scarred features. “Ahh, so that’s why ya wanted the recipe.”

“Yeah, heh...” She tittered, avoiding eye contact. “You never got to try it properly, so... a-and I wanted it to be a surprise-”

“-Val.” The terrapin chuckled, expression softening. “Relax - it’s fine. I’m lookin’ forward to it.”

“Wait...” Mikey pointed to the mousse container, eyeing his older brother suspiciously. “Isn’t that the same stuff you spent all afternoon preparing, just to toss in the trash?”

“Sounds about right.” The brunette quipped with renewed confidence; Raph sent her a dead-panned look.

The orange-banded terrapin tutted at him, shaking his head. “Sacrilege.”

“Hey, where’s Leo?” Val quickly changed the subject, just as Raph opened his mouth to protest. Leo was usually the first to greet her whenever she visited. Then again, he wasn't expecting her until later.

“He finished his Kata just before you arrived.” Donnie answered. “He’s in the shower.”

“Ah.”

“Speakin’ of showers...” Raph turned in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Multiplied by forty-five...”

The red-banded terrapin paused to side-eye Val, who was grinning slyly at him from behind her lashes. Her eyes bugged out when he suddenly snapped toward her, arms outstretched. “I’ll take that hug now-”

“Don’t you dare!” She immediately fled round the dining table, desperate to put some distance between herself and the incoming terrapin. “Get away! Stop! Raph, no... I mean it- ah!”

Donnie and Mikey leapt back, cackling as their brother proceeded chasing the squealing woman around the kitchen. He cornered her almost immediately, leaning into her palm pressed against his plastron.

“I’m dead serious.” Val warned, playfully staring him down. “Come any closer and I’ll smack you.”

“Please do.” The group turned toward the common area to find Leo, finally making an appearance. He nodded to the brunette politely as he approached. “Hey. Sorry I wasn’t here to greet you when you came in... what’s all this?”

Val returned the gesture. “Hey. It's all good," she reassured, eyeing Raph warily as he slunk away. “I brought dinner, and dessert.”

“Oh... thank you. You didn’t need to do that-”

“I wanted to.” She insisted gently.

They shared a brief smile, before Mikey piped up with a “Let’s get this show on the road!”, pulling out several pizza trays and firing up the oven. Raph left for his shower, while the rest of the group finished organising dinner.

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“Aw, c’mon! I thought you liked zombies.”

“Watching them – sure. Fighting them – fff- hell no. No way.”

“Hell?” Raph folded his muscular arms as he relaxed in his chair, brow ridge quirked in amusement. “Val, I’ve heard ya say worse shit than that-”

“Raph.” Leo hissed. Had Val not been paying attention, she would've missed the leader’s subtle eye gesture in her direction, then the near inaudible “not in front of the lady”. She smiled into her wine glass as she took another sip, flattered by the chivalrousness.

Raph side-eyed his brother, before letting out a short snort.

Val narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you trying to say, Raph?” She questioned, feigning offence. “Am I not a lady?”

The terrapin’s hands immediately shot up in defence. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to – I saw it on your face.”

“I’m just tryna figure out how you can say – Leo, cover ya ears - ‘fuck’ - the second most vulgar curse word in the English language - and not get into trouble; while I say ‘shit’ and get my head bitten off for it.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” the brunette smirked.

Raph laughed incredulously. “Red hot, you are-”

“-Guys, can you not?” Donnie interrupted, staring pointedly at the pair. “Some of us wanna enjoy their dessert in peace.”

“Right. Sorry...”

“Suck-up.”

"Stop...!” Val mouthed, struggling to keep the ear-to-ear grin off her face.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys...” Mikey finally sat back, petting his distended ‘belly’. “...But those pizzas, and this mousse – mwah! Chef’s kiss! Speaking of chefs...” He gently nudged the brunette’s leg with his. “You should be one – you're really good.”

“Thanks...” She blushed, shifting awkwardly in her chair. “I’ve thought about it, but I don’t think I’d enjoy cooking as a career – it's my hobby.”

“What would you do instead, then?” An intrigued Leo leaned forward slightly.

“I’ve actually been looking at EMT courses.”

“Emergency Medical Technician?” Donnie clarified, scraping the very last of the mousse from his bowl then spooning it into his mouth.

“Sorry. Yeah, that’s it.”

“Like a paramedic?” Raph asked.

“Sort of. Paramedics get more training. The EMT program is nowhere near as long and I can branch out later if I want to... only problem is I need a high school diploma or GED to be considered – I have exactly neither, heh...”

“Did you not finish school?” Mikey frowned at his brothers, who all shared knowing looks.

“No, I didn’t...” A sudden buzzing sound momentarily drew the brunette’s attention to her purse at her feet; inside, the screen of her first phone illuminated with a recent text message.

[I don’t like this...]

Molly.

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“What’s his surname?”

Val looked up from the inch-long piece of varnish she just peeled from her well-worn timber tabletop. “Sorry, what?”

Molly looked over her phone at her, brows raised. “Raph, obviously.” She sarcastically replied. “Unless you have another boyfriend I don’t know about.”

“I told you - he’s not my boyfriend.” Val groaned. “He’s just a guy I served at work who said I looked pretty.”

“Do you have his number?” Molly enquired, with an expectant look. “I’m trying to find his social media profile.”

“He doesn’t have social media.”

“How do you know? Have you tried looking for him?”

“Yes - he doesn’t have one.”

“Not even Facebook?”

“No - not even Facebook.”

“What weirdo isn’t on any form of social media?”

“You’re being very judgemental right now, Mol.” Val meant it as a joke, but she couldn't help the frustration in her tone. “Just cos he doesn’t have social media, doesn’t mean he’s weird; it just means he doesn’t have social media.”

“I’m just curious as to who this guy is, and why you’ve been hiding him from me – your best friend, supposedly...”

Val stifled an eye roll at that last part. Drama llama...

Molly leant on her folded arms atop Val’s dining table, staring her dead in the eyes.

“Seriously, though – what's going on? And don’t say ‘nothing’ cos that’s bullshit. You’ve been seeing him. Wanna know how I know? Your face – yeah, just like that. I haven’t seen you smile this much, or look this good, in... well, ever. Whatever’s going on for you right now – it's good. I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want me to be a part of that... I mean, I know next to nothing about this guy. Fuck, I don’t even know what he looks like! Please, please, please, Val. I’m begging you, for God's sake – let me in!”

“Trust me, Mol, I’d tell you everything if I could, but I can’t... I-I made a promise.”

Molly frowned. “Why is he making you keep him a secret? That doesn’t seem fair, to me.”

Cos he’s a six-foot talking turtle man...

“His job is... high-risk.” It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth, either.

“What does that mean, exactly? Is he like a mafia boss, or something?”

Val had to bite back what would've been an inappropriately placed laugh. “No,” she replied, clearing her throat. “He’s uh... he’s a special kind of cop; one who’s gotta deal with some pretty nasty people. I really can’t say anything more than that. I’m sorry...”

Molly compressed her lips and sighed. “Fine. Okay...” She murmured, nodding slowly.

Val lowered her gaze, the familiar feeling of guilt settling in the pit of her stomach. She could tell her friend was becoming frustrated, but what could she do? Not much, unless she wanted to betray her other friends’ trust.

After a moment or two of silence, the raven-haired woman reached across the table to squeeze Val’s hand. “But I’m gonna be keeping an eye on you. I’m glad you’re happier but, Val, I’m seeing some red flags. For your sake, this secret-keeping nonsense better be temporary.”

I doubt it very much, but I hope so, too...

---

“Val?”

Raph's voice snapped her out of her reverie. “Hm...? I’m sorry – what?”

“Do ya need to get that?” Raph asked, nodding to her phone.

Val shook her head. “No - it can wait.”

“Ya sure?”

“Yes, Raph.” She reassured, chuckling softly. “It’s fine. Really.”

The terrapin frowned, unconvinced, but didn't press further.

“Right. Well...” Leo slowly rose to his feet, setting his empty glass inside his bowl. “Let’s get these dishes done, so we can settle in for the night- not you.” He gently pushed a stunned Val back into her chair by her shoulder, then took her dishes from her. “Those who cook don’t have to wash up – you should know that by now.”

“Why dontcha go pick a game for us to play?” Raph suggested, noticing her restless thumb-twiddling; he knew she hated being idle.

The brunette nodded stiffly as she slid out of her chair. “Okay, sure.”

“What about-”

“No, we’re not playing COD zombies - forget it.”

“We’ve got a Wii?” Mikey offered as he watched the sink fill with hot, soapy water. “We could play Wii Sports?”

“Sounds like fun!” Raph rubbed his hands together, flashing Val a wicked smile. “Feel like boxin’?”

“Don’t fall for it, Val,” Donnie warned, side-eyeing the red-banded terrapin. “He’s an absolute menace.”

“Is that a compliment or insult?”

“You’re a sore winner.”

“Sounds like somethin' a loser would say-”

“I’ll play.” Val giggled at Donnie's 'see what I mean?' look. “So long as you agree to face me at bowling – that's my turf.”

“You're goin' down,” Raph growled playfully.

The brunette smugly chuckled. “We’ll see.”

“Leo’s good at bowling, too.” Donnie offered, nudging the terrapin in question. “Seven strikes in a single round was his best, if I’m remembering correctly. It was a while ago.”

“Impressive.” Val turned to Leo with a hopeful smile. “Does that mean you’ll be joining us tonight? I’ll make sure to go easy on you.”

Leo cracked a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “Not tonight, sorry...” Watching her face fall, he quickly followed with a “Next time, I promise.”

“Okay, then.” The brunette nodded, smile returning. “I’m holding you to that.”

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Val's blood ran cold when she finally caught his shadowy figure descending on her in her periphery. She risked a glance to his balled fists. He looked unarmed. Luckily for her, she was not.

Steeling herself, the brunette whipped around to face him, brandishing her pocketknife. "Not one more fucking step, asshole!" Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears that it effectively drowned out her scream.

Buddy's eyes widened as he skidded to a stop, an arm's length away. Once he registered the threat, his dark gaze finally returned to hers. "I oughta cut out that filthy tongue of yours-"

"Fuck you!" Val shot back defiantly. She retreated slowly to put some distance between them, not daring to break eye contact. He stepped forward and she jabbed the blade in his direction. "I said BACK OFF!"

"My money," Buddy snarled, watching the weapon like a hawk. "I want it back."

"I don't have your money-"

"Bullshit!"

The abrupt screeching of tyres rang through the dark and otherwise empty street. Panic momentarily taking over, she turned to find her cab leaving - without her.

With his victim distracted, Buddy lunged forward and snatched her knife hand, attempting to disarm her. Tightening her grip on her keys, the brunette proceeded slashing wildly in his direction; praying to hit something important. Apparently, she had, as the next thing to come out of his mouth was a blood-curdling scream.

Val didn't hang around to assess the resulting damage. She yanked herself and her knife free and booked it down the street, hiking her pencil skirt to her thighs to lengthen her stride; purse flailing behind her. She found herself momentarily matching the speed of her would-have-been getaway car, before the (understandably) terrified driver stomped on the gas and careened down a side street.

Val had no clue where she was running to, just away. She couldn't risk going home. Should he follow her, he'd then not only know where she worked but where she lived.

The thudding of Buddy's dress shoes against the pavement grew louder as he rapidly gained on her. She felt his hand brush her upper back, and a terrified yelp forced its way out.

Desperate to escape his clutches, Val practically dove into the nearest alleyway; unfortunately, clipping her right arm and losing her keys in the process. They clattered to the ground as he finally reached her, grasping the back of her neck and slamming her into a brick wall.

Val gasped for air, but the impact had forced it all out of her lungs. She coughed and a searing pain shot through her chest, causing her to whimper. A warm sensation bloomed at her brow-line, trickling down her temple and chin before dripping steadily onto the collar of her blouse.

Why oh why did you not call for help? Because you're a fucking idiot, that's why.

With one hand fixing her head in place, Buddy reached for her knife hand with the other, all the while applying an immense amount of pressure on her back with his short but stocky frame; erect manhood pressing into her backside through his slacks. What little oxygen leftover was promptly expelled. She was officially suffocating.

"I'll take that." He attempted prying her fingers from the hilt; Val responded by further tightening her grip, to the point where her knuckles fully discoloured.

This pissed him off.

Gripping her closed fist, Buddy proceeded grinding it up and down against the brickwork. The brunette bit back a scream as she felt the skin of her knuckles being torn away. She fought to distract herself from the pain with levelled breaths; determined not to let him take her last mode of defence.

"Let go, fuck ya!" After not receiving the desired outcome for several long and torturous moments, Buddy finally relented. He released her neck to resume prying her fingers away - with both hands.

Her head now free, Val proceeded thrusting it back with as much force as she could muster, clocking Buddy in the face.

She heard a stomach-turning crunch and he staggered back, finally allowing her starved lungs to reinflate. Whipping around, she found him clutching his nose, blood dripping from his hands.

If looks could kill, she would be dead already.

Val lunged forward, striking him in the groin with her shin, causing him to yell out and hunch over in pain. Something inside her snapped. Years' worth of repressed anger and resentment had finally boiled over into her conscious mind, forming a singular uncontrollable emotion - rage.

Snatching a portion of sandy blonde hair close to his scalp, Val held his head firmly whilst she kneed his face, before yanking him up and backward so he fell against the wall.

The brunette felt a desperate urge to hurt him again; to make him suffer, as she suffered. She imagined digging her nails into the cuts on his face, gauging his eyes out, castrating him then finally kicking his head in. Somehow, she managed to restrain herself.

"Get up and I'll fucking end you!" She screeched down at him, flourishing her pocketknife; the hilt bloodied and sticky from the gaping wounds on her hand.

Val suddenly froze, sensing a second presence with them. Stealing a glance further down the alley, she immediately recognised his unique silhouette - Leo.

The terrapin abruptly whipped out a palm-sized, four-pointed object from one of the pouches on his utility belt, launching it in their direction. She watched, transfixed, as it spun wildly through the air, blew past her face then, to her horror, buried itself in Buddy's temple.

He'd crept up on her; nearly succeeding in using her own hand to plunge her knife into her body.

Val made the horrifying mistake of looking into his eyes as life promptly left him, before dropping to the ground. At least she had the presence of mind to extract herself from his grasp, so he couldn't drag her down with him.

A hand touched her arm, and she damn near jumped out of her skin. "Hey, hey- it's me - you're safe, now." Leo soothed. "I'm gonna take this knife from you, okay? I'm putting it right here."

After helping her locate the nearest wall to lean on, the terrapin proceeded carefully inspecting her injuries. "This’ll need to be glued," he informed her, referring to her split brow. "And this..." He cupped her mangled hand. "...God, Val - what happened?"

"He's d-dead..." Val murmured, staring at the lifeless body lying face-down on the pavement, blood pooling around his head. She felt a hundred miles away, trapped before a screen playing an endless loop of him dying in front of her. She couldn't help fixating on his eyes; how one moment, they were full of hatred, then the next - nothing...

"I know," Leo replied gently. "I'm sorry you had to see that..."

Finally returning to earth, Val turned to the terrapin in a panic. "I'm sorry..." She fervently shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. Had she just done the smart thing and called for help, this whole situation could've been avoided. Her attacker could've been dealt with in a non-lethal way, and Leo wouldn't have his blood on his hands. "I'm so, so, so s-sorry...!"

"Hey, no. Absolutely not." Grasping her shoulder, Leo stared her straight in the eyes. "None of this is your fault, you hear me? None of it."

"You don't understand-"

"-Val," the terrapin pleaded. "I promise I'll hear you out on everything you need to say but, right now, I need to get you home so we can treat these. So, I need you to breathe. In through your nose... out through your mouth - that's it. Good. Okay... can you walk?"

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Turning Point (ONE-SHOT)

Masterlist / Chapter 13

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Sunday Funday

Anna

Saturdays were always the hardest shifts for Anna. Exhaustion followed her from room to room and patient to patient, fought off by endless cups of coffee and the warmth of knowing she'd get to go home to her family when it was all over. Today though, there was an added layer of jitters that settled into her stomach, making her wonder if she would need to up her dosage until Cam left town again.

God, that was going to suck. Maybe she should consider anti-depressants like her last psych had suggested. Losing him again, when it had barely been a year since Dad passed? Ugh, there was that annoying pang in her chest.

Again she found herself almost wishing he'd just come back home and acted as if she hadn't existed - maybe she could have found an excuse to get out of town had she known he was coming. Now that he was here though, and looking at her in that way only he did, she couldn't help but being transported into being the same idealistic silly girl who'd thought that maybe if she hung on long enough he'd realize that she'd never stopped loving him - no matter how many times he'd left her behind.

"You're gonna be late for church" her coworkers voice broke through the noise, making her grin brightly at the other girl, "Right! Time flies when you're having fun" she joked, not realizing that she'd just been staring up at the ceiling in the locker room.

The cool breeze of the early morning had always been her favorite, there was something so peaceful, so profound about being able to share the silence of early morning - and she was thrilled that Beau had been so eager to share something so special with her. It was worth losing all the sleep her body was desperately craving, and he never seemed to mind when she would inevitably end up falling asleep, fishing rod in hand. He would simply place a blanket over her until it was time to go, when he'd gently rouse her and they'd catch up on their week on the drive back home - both expertly dancing around the subject of Cam's return.

The house was always extra quiet when they got back, and had it not been for the smell of fish lingering on her, she would've found herself crashing right into a couch so familiar she was sure there was an indent of her figure in it. "Hey baby" she cooed down at Barker, getting down on her knees to let him get a few good licks in as she petted him, laughing "I'm surprised you're not sleeping with Cam" he perked up at the name, and went off looking for him, tail wagging, "rude" she chuckled as she got back up and went about her usual routine.

It was wonders what a good shower could do to you - her muscles had loosed significantly, and had given her the perfect amount of energy to send her surging headfirst into her usual tasks.

Cam's parents were getting older, a thought she didn't like to linger on, there had already been so much loss in her life - so she had thrown herself headfirst into caring for them, often being the first to arrive and the last to leave. Then again, keeping herself constantly busy gave her the best excuse not to linger on the many thoughts that threatened to drown her if she lingered on them too much. She'd never been really good at sitting still - just in a different way than Cam.

Popping her headphones on, she started up her usual feel good playlist as she danced around the kitchen, quietly singing along as she started working on the first batch of coffee, her hands hesitating on a particular mug, one that had been shelved away many years ago, "oh my God" she chuckled as she looked it over - it was a hideous looking thing, terribly decorated with some badly painted flowers, a stupid crooked heart, a C + A = forever on the side.

She jolted slightly when Mel's familiar hand landed on her shoulder, the woman's sweet feature melting with nostalgia as Anna showed her the mug, a short laugh shared between them. "I didn't even know this was still here," she shook her head, popping her headphones off, and wondering how she'd missed it all the other times.

"Cam found it last night" she looked up from the mug at Anna, giving her a look she'd become painfully familiar with over the years.

"Like on purpose?" Anna laughed, trying to push away from the idea that he'd come home and somehow purposefully dug around for it, "pretty sure he's got nicer mugs than that now," she rolled her eyes, sliding a fresh cup into Mel's hands.

"Maybe they're not the right type of mugs for him" Mel mused in that musical fashion she had of doing when she was trying to hint at something else.

"Yeah, maybe" she replied, forcing a smile at her and fighting the way her stomach flipped.

As if catching the shift, Mel moved toward her again, holding her out by the hands in front of her to get a good look at Anna. "Oh my goodness, I hadn't seen this one yet!" she fawned over the flowers Anna had embroidered on the admittedly much nicer jumpsuit than she'd normally be wearing for family brunch.

"Do you like them? I added a little bee here too, see!" she pointed out the little yellow trail she'd made from the flowers up to the bees that met up with the buttons at the sides.

"You are so talented!" Mel's voice was always pure honey, and it was hard not feel a surge of pride. They had always been so incredibly supportive of her, and maybe it was Cam being home again, or the fact that her Father had been such a present thought on her mind lately, but she found herself wrapping her up tightly "I love you," she simply said, the moment suddenly interrupted by Jesse.

"Oh God, its like right out of a lifetime movie" he faked gagged, as Anna and his wife both smacked him simultaneously, each one picking a shoulder.

"You are such an ass" she laughed, rolling her eyes and sliding a mug toward both of them.

"Oooooh Cam comes back into town, and suddenly Anna's all dressy dressy" he teased in that little brother way that she'd always found both endearing and annoying

"Yeah-well-I have a date later-so" she lied, suddenly growing incredibly preoccupied with what was on the stove, happy to have something that would help her hide just how red his comment had made her turn. Was she really that transparent?

#para: Sunday funday #para: annacam #ship: annacam

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Twilight Advent, Day 6

Masterpost/prompts

Dec. 6 - Which modern medical treatment is Carlisle especially thankful for?

"And Then Run"

(~1,000 words)

It was an incredible machine, he had to admit.

Medicine seemed to be changing faster than either of them could manage to keep up with these days. It had been over a decade since Edward had gone to medical school for the first time; mostly to get out of the now too-full house after the newness of his zany, tiny, prophetic sister and her taciturn husband had worn off. He had learned there about cardiopulmonary bypass; had the experience of watching one safely from the gallery. Even if he had still been human, he could imagine that the rhythm of the metallic clacking of drum against metal would be a sound he would remember forever; alongside it the gentle whir of the fluid that was supposed to be the one thing he could never resist and yet which became simple to ignore as he engrossed himself in his own fascination with the way it spun around. Edward had come to the hospital the way he often did, a question on his mind he didn't want anyone else in the family to overhear. Carlisle, who'd scented him from across the floor, had called him to his side. And so they were both standing here now, before this machine which was an order of magnitude more terrifying and more fascinating than any bypass Edward had ever seen before. The boy—the paperwork on the end of the isolette said he was a boy—before them would've fit in Edward's palms. A balled up fist, too tiny to fit around Edward's thumb, rested near his head, immobilized so as not to interfere with the grotesque maze of tubes protruding from the tiny mouth and the cannulas beneath the skin next to a sternum which was mere inches long. Carlisle, as one of the hospital's cardiothoracic attendings, had come here to take notes, but according to the memories at the tip of his thinking, he had been standing here for a good fifteen minutes. Watching. Thinking. About...something he wasn't quite willing to make clear. As his father danced the delicate dance of trying to think in a way that shut Edward out, the strain of that plus whatever he was thinking about was enough that he balled his fist. "Carlisle? What's bothering you?"

The anger and frustration in his father's thoughts made little sense. The infant—born almost three days ago now, according to the tag—was improving hour over hour.

And then suddenly there was a sound Edward had heard only a few times in his life. The sharp intake of breath; a second, ragged inhalation through the nose. Carlisle's hand covering his mouth as his eyes squeezed closed against tears his body would never produce.

Yet somehow he was still managing to evade Edward's gift, the reason for this outburst just out of reach. Not knowing any other way to get the information he needed, Edward went for the hardest punch:

"Dad?" A gulp and then Carlisle met his eyes. The extra thoughts—charting details, mostly—fell away as though they were a shattering pane of glass and at once, the core thought was clear. The diagnosis, at the top of the chart. The sadness of the family, the shock of their baby being wheeled away, but then this miracle machine, attached quickly but carefully, and suddenly numbers going in all the right directions: Sats, up. Heart rate, up. Capillary refill, almost normal. He understood at once. Moving closer to his father, so that their hips were almost touching, Edward stared down again, hard, at the baby underneath the spaghetti mass of medical tubes.

Pulmonary hypoplasia, secondary to diaphragmatic hernia. The diagnosis Carlisle had made, decades later, piecing together details of a handwritten medical chart with what little his wife had told him. Congenital. A birth defect. Not anything she had done. Not what her husband had done to her. Just a fluke of nature, a bad spin of the roulette wheel that was forty-six haploid chromosomes slamming together.

"This machine would have saved him," Edward whispered, and his father nodded slowly. And then he flashed in both their minds. Edward, who knew what the boy's father had looked like, imagining that man, but softened by the more gentle curves of his mother's face; her lighter hair; her smile. In Carlisle's mind, he had always looked very much like Esme, and sometimes, selfishly, a little bit like Carlisle, too. He was a young man, to both of them—broad shoulders, tall, strong.

"Sixty years," Carlisle finally said. "If she had been born just sixty years later...we could have...I could have..." The fist had returned. "But you wouldn't have her," Edward whispered.

For a moment, there was no answer, aloud or in thought, as Carlisle regarded the infant. The machine whirred and beeped, the artificial respirator thudded open, whooshed, and then closed again.

"No," his father said thoughtfully. And Edward could feel that pain; the aching, stretching sadness that rolled over the thoughts as a life was imagined: just the two of them, missing the caramel-haired woman with her smile, her laughter, and her love. There was another gulp, and Carlisle took a step closer to the isolette, and placed a hand on the top of the baby's head. It startled, likely at the coolness of the touch, the tiny fists clenching and the arms seizing inward. "But she would have him." Then Carlisle removed his hand, stepped away, picked up the chart, and made a few notes before beckoning Edward back downstairs. ~||x||~

Historical note: Extracorporeal Membrane Oxygenation (ECMO), an extension of surgical cardiopulmonary bypass, was first used the 1970s on a non-surgical patient. While first used on adults, it quickly began to be used to buy the time neonates needed to recover from respiratory failure. By the mid 1980s, the survival rate for neonatal ECMO treatment of respiratory failure was between 70-90%. Montage Masterpost

#montage #my fic #twilightadvent22 #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #vampires at work #revised on 12/7 #because late night me thinks semicolons and commas are decoration

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ask-hexside-students · 2 years

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Hi Willow! Did you have any trouble coping with your friend Luz suddenly getting together with Amity, who'd bullied you pretty terribly for a while?

I'm completely fine with it. Back when they first danced at Grom, it was kinda unreal to watch them move together like that, but Ami's come so far since then. Even before we properly worked things out, I could see that she was trying her hardest to be a better person, for Luz and for me, so I forgave her.

#ask willow park #ask the owl house #ask hexside students #toh #the owl house #willow the owl house #amity blight #enchanting grom fright #lumity #luz noceda

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besiwoo · 9 days

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NEXT GEN EP 5 ! siwoo performs bang! ( line distribution )

the final round.

what had started off as siwoo signing up on the show out of spite – to anger his father, to rebel against him had now turned into something a lot more bigger than that. he was a finalist now, and while he hadn't lived his life shying away from the cameras or spotlight, with the crew constantly around him and his every moment monitored, the reality that he was now no longer simply just another passing person had hit him even more.

the last few rounds had been interesting enough, pink venom, puzzlin and now... bang. an original song. and something about having an original song, having a song that no one else had released be released with his voice on it felt almost special. fuck.

it also hits him how well he wants to do, how the criticisms pouring in no longer made him feel annoyed with the person giving them, but if anything they annoyed himself for not doing well enough, for somehow failing to live up to this expectation that he'd put on himself.

the last round had gone well enough, the sexy concept suited him and still the words – your performance skills still aren’t quite up to par. you know this, don’t you? you can cover it up with stage presence and good looks to some extent, but it won’t last forever. they rang in his head.

but they were true, and siwoo knew this. he was aware of this. he'd entered the competition with close to no clue as to how to hold a note, no rhythm in his body – the only semblance of dance that he had any knowledge of were box steps and jazz hands. little by little, he'd tried his hardest to keep up, could only hope that whatever presence he had would help him, and now it's reached it's threshold. siwoo has to get better if he wants to win. and fuck, he really wants to win.

late nights in the practice room, covered in sweat as he attempted to get the rhythm. the fucking rhythm. siwoo had never felt this way before, like he was in a race and yet the starting positions were all insanely different. he feels as though his tongue is on fire, like his throat is going sore from the amount of times he's repeated the same lines over and over, trying to perfect it, to do it justice. it's his song now. he hated this feeling, but what annoyed him even more was his face.

you can cover it up with stage presence and good looks to some extent, but it won’t last forever.

her words repeat in his mind and he frowns. his frustrations are only solidified during their team building exercise, when he'd been called out by ren almost out of nowhere. siwoo, who had been listening to inho and jay, who'd done his hardest not to let it show on his face how tired he was, who swallowed his pride and confessed that the reason he couldn't get along with luciel was because he was too damn likeable, was getting attacked by someone he barely looked at, barely knew. someone he'd only ever traded a few words with.

i still don't know what you're doing here. i don't know how you've made it this far when there are people who have gone home who would've been leagues better for this team. you're still treating this entire thing like- like you're some king and we're wasting your time as your lowly subjects by making you reflect on what you bring to the table.

fuck. fuck. of course siwoo knew that, of course he knew that there were others far more talented than him. of course he fucking knew that. but for ren to try and paint siwoo as someone who thought he was too good for everyone else, for him to judge siwoo without the both of them ever having a fucking conversation. it pissed siwoo off to no end.

had that been his reputation? some guy who hadn't been taking things seriously? despite the effort that he'd put in, the hours, the aching of his legs. fuck. it frustrated him. was his only saving grace really just his face?

to hear all that from someone he'd never even worked with, from someone who was supposed to be a coach. it annoyed him to no end. he hadn't spared a glance to ren, and yet it seemed as though he hated him. how annoying. how fucking annoying.

"am i that untalented?" siwoo says, turning to jay. they've been working on their rap together, trying to get the vibe down properly. yet, the words can't seem to slip away from his mind. "do i really only have my face?"

"instead of untalented, isn't it more that you weren't exactly interested in having those talents in the first place though?"

it's true. siwoo had never thought of becoming an idol, the closest thing to being in the entertainment world that maybe, just maybe sparked his interest was modelling. even then, it wasn't something that he thought of often.

"i didn't think i'd like performing so much. now i'm annoyed by how bad i am at it. every feedback i get is about me relying on my looks — it... i don't know, i don't want to be some guy that just relies on my face," he confesses. his honesty seeping through around jay.

"that's easy to fix though, isn't it? all you have to do is get better, get good, so that they stop seeing just your face," ah. jay is right. "well, easier said than done. but your piano skills don't suck, so doesn't that mean you're not a useless visual?"

siwoo smiles, rolling his eyes. "i never called myself a useless visual," he jokes. "but thank you. i think it'd be nice to win."

and he does try to get it together, he tries to be good. he spends his time repeatedly working on his dancing, trying to get the beat. maybe he can do it, maybe he can prove that he isn't just a stupid useless visual who thinks of himself as a king ( though, siwoo's never really thought of himself as a king either. kings are old, and ugly and siwoo is none of that ).

somehow, he and luciel make up. sort of. somehow. it's an odd relationship, but siwoo doesn't hate it – they get along enough to have conversations and try to make things work. he doesn't find himself having to shy away from practicing with luciel one-to-one, working together to build the chemistry that they'll have to show on stage.

he needs to do good, fuck. what had started as something he'd done in spite, will probably end in that too. except it's different now, he wants to do well because he has something to prove.

he wants to put meaning into this.

PERFORMANCE DAY

he gets into place, the scene no longer unfamiliar to him. the stage though, the stage feels good. it's a live audience and the cheers from the fans seem to bring him some sort of excitement. he'll do well, he has to.

the song begins with luciel, and siwoo slides across the stage like practiced. by now, it feels like muscle memory.

if anything he's glad that the song is so ... rough. that it's a good outlet for him to channel whatever sort of frustrations he's been holding back.

his part comes soon enough, and he makes sure to keep eye contact with jay during this portion. "pull it bang bang bang bang," he says, before his eyes move back to the cameras and then the live audience.

he stands in the middle raises his eyebrows.

feel vibe overly heated atmosphere shout myself to the world rock the world

the only thing running through his mind is how to do better, how to prove to everyone that there's a reason he's still here, and the reason isn't solely just because of his fucking pretty face.

again he goes up to the center of the stage, passionate as he raps the next line.

do you like me or hate me? they don’t know me

it hits close to home. do they like him? do they hate him? while he feels as though he's gotten along fairly well with the rest of his team members, he can't say the same for a certain mentor. a mentor that doesn't even know him. fuck, this feels refreshing to say.

thankfully he isn't performing with him though, he's performing with his team members and the synergy doesn't feel completely off. he feels comfortable – no, he's enjoying it. it comes with practiced ease at this point the gestures, the smiles, he thinks he might start liking this too much.

ya ya yesterday today and tomorrow i am who i am

he is who he is. and nothing could quite change that. it's a face that he'd been born with, and the only thing that he can change is his skill. the only thing he's been focusing on is his skill. again it's almost refreshing to rap it, to be able to say it on stage. he really fucking likes this song, likes it even more because it's his.

soon enough, the song comes to an end, and siwoo's the one to end it. he jumps to the front, and raps out his line "look at me, i will be myself."

and he will be. this is him. he's ryu siwoo, after all.

#be:ngs2p5 #( 1.6k words of pure insanity

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originalfireemblemscenarios · 1 year

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(🎀c/Xander)

(Ahahaha I can make it even sweeter~)

She rested her head against Xander's shoulder, their height difference did make it harder to do so as the clock slowly marched towards midnight. "Xander, I know you always say it's easy to be on your own. But you can rely on others. You.. Kinda give off that aura" she quickly added that last bit, to cover up who she was. "You always want to be on your own, and you put too much on yourself. It's okay to rely on others" she hummed softly to him, creating a new song as one song ended, a familiar tune.

She stopped dancing, and she smiled at the crown prince. She took a step away from Xander to reach for her mask when she realized how *many* people were staring. She didn't plan for this, and instead took off running, ducking inbetween people and tried her hardest to not get caught.

(Write your blurb and I'll write the next day :3)

Okay! I was wondering who'd have to make the time change

I'm no longer accepting starters, right now I'm only writing continuations!

~💘

He was honestly speechless as he heard you read him so well. He was convinced that now it was impossible for you to just have talked to him for the first time.

When you left he wanted to follow after you... But he felt frozen in place. He quickly pulled himself together but it took too long for him to attempt to look for you.

Meanwhile Elise and Camilla sighed in the back "Aww and just when I thought she'd take off the mask!" the younger sister complained "But at least our operation was a success! I doubt that Xander will be this oblivious to never connect the dots!" she giggles.

"It's good to have some faith" Camilla looked at the door you ran through "Well at least Y/N had some fun tonight, even if by tomorrow it'll feel just like a dream"

#character interactions #xander x reader #xander #xander fire emblem #xander fef #xander fire emblem fates #Xander fe #Fe Xander #Xander fates

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otptings · 3 years

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hi! idk if this a reaction or headcanon, but what do you think wayv is like when having sex? like their favorite position, are they rough or gentle, pure fucking or love making type? sorry if you don't take smut/nsfw requests ahfahfeh

For personal reasons this will not involve he who shall not be named

Kun - I love him, I love envisioning him as someone who'd be rough and dominant since he just gives natural gives off that energy (multiple licenses, degrees, leader) but realistically I feel as if he'd be soft. He's very domestic so I believe that he's a big love maker type, always for some slow sex filled with passionate kisses. His favorite position is definitely missionary. And to add on he also loves giving oral, something about being able to show you just how much he loves you, wouldn't even expect anything in return from you just for you to know that he loves you.

Ten - Most definitely dom but he's a softer dom. He tends to be sassy in videos, and behind the scenes shoot but he has a confidence that you cannot ignore. He's all for random sexual jokes and teasing, sending you his scandalous looking photos before they get released, giving you the first look at some of WayV's (sexual) songs. His favorite position is you riding him (reverse or regular), but with a twist. He likes forcing you to ride him after he's spent the whole day edging or teasing you, watching your legs shake as he lays beneath you is a sight that he would never give up.

Winwin - He's a switch all day, he doesn't care about being a dom or sub all the time, his mood changes like the seasons. After really hard dance practices or hours of recording he would want you to be in control. Tell him what to do, control how many times he can cum, force him to call you mommy it doesn't matter anything goes. When he's feeling subby he likes you riding him, it's the easiest way to put him into sub space. When he's a sub he also soft sex, you telling him how much you love him, and sharing sweet kisses. On good days, or when you need a picker upper he's happy to be a dom, not too hard or too soft. When he's a dom he loves fucking you until you don't remember your name, specifically loves doggy style so that he can fuck you into the mattress with a great view of your ass.

Xiaojun - Also a switch but a sub lean, he has no problem with being in control but you have to push him to really want to be one. Such as if you're particularly bratty or too teasing (sending him scandalous pictures while he's around the boys, or calling him just to moan while he's in the dance studio trying to practice) he'll come home and fuck you with a vengeance. He's the type to press you against the wall and suck hickeys onto your neck until you're begging him to type. His favorite position is 69 due to his love for pleasing you at all costs (sub in him) while also never being one to turn down head. When he's a sub he is the best listener, but even then he likes hearing you call him a slut or whore.

Hendery - Hard dom, the absolute hardest dom out of wayv. His thrusts are routinely rough and powerful, has no psalms on leaving bruises. Bruises in the shapes of his palm, hickeys all over your body. I just feel like it needs to be said he has an exhibitionism kink, no problem with fucking you in public places (dressing room, studio, dance studio they're all free game) and has on more than one occasion almost gotten you caught due to pressing you up against the wall and fucking you where anyone could walk in. That being said it's something bout turning you around, and bending you over the kitchen counter while the others are in their room or otw home will always give him an instant erection.

Yangyang- Heavy switch dom leaning. When he's a sub he's a brat, that is the most obvious statement around and I will never change my mind. Teasing, being purposefully annoying, randomly biting you absolutely anything that can get a reaction out of he will do it. And if it doesn't work? He'll do it again until it does. He is a masochist who loves his punishments, spanking him, edging him absolutely everything goes. However, he is mainly a dom and a hard dom at that. Anything that you think you can do to him while he's a sub he will turn it on you so fast. You edge him for twenty minutes? He'll edge you for an hour, you spank him 30 times he'll push you to 50 with a heart shaped paddle. The dom that you do not want to mess with because he'll always one up you. His favorite position is definitely you on your knees. He slid a vibrator between your thighs and leave it there, fuck your throat, make you watch him jerk himself off. The possibilities are endless.

#wayv #nct #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop request #kun #winwin #ten #hendery #xiaojun #yangyang

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boymeetsweevil · 3 years

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Call me maybe

Grouping: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: ~6.59k

Warnings/Themes: Club meet-cute AU, 1% angst +99% suggestive fluff, (legal!) alcohol consumption, language, flirting anxiety(?)

Summary: It all started with a stupid drinking game...

A/N: this is the One Direction wattpad-style fanfic that's been haunting me for so long. beware of that and the fact that this is unedited hahaha...

“You know the rules, girls. Whoever wins this round of rock-paper-scissors is It.”

You and your three friends, warm and bubbly from 2 rounds of shots at this point in the evening, assume your battle stances and stick your hands into the center of your table. Four hands make a square over the scattered layer of empty decorative shot glasses from the bar in the club.

There’s an air of electric excitement that comes with this game, lovingly nicknamed Hunter-Gathering. Whoever is It gets a target and has to pursue that target in hopes of bringing ‘home’ free drinks for everyone the rest of the night. But no matter how attractive the target is, you can't ever bring them home.

“Wait, wait!” Lia chimes in. “I can’t be It this time. I did it twice already and my ass still hurts from the last time.”

Dani nods seriously. “Fair enough. That means the odds are upped for the rest of you.”

“So, we’re just gonna ignore that ass thing,” another friend, Alexa, looks around the table with confused eyes.

“Do you actually want me to give you the details?” Lia smiles slowly at her from across the table.

Alexa’s face brightens with her own smile, worry evaporated. “You know what? I don’t! Never mind.”

The game begins and somehow you find yourself the lone rock amongst two pairs of scissors. Alexa and Dani laugh with relief because they don’t have to put in any work tonight. You roll your eyes to the heavens and silently question your karma.

“Are you ready to pick your target?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Nope!” Dani grins.

She steps forward and grabs a clean face mask out of her clutch bag and wraps it around your eyes, careful not to muss your makeup or hair. Three pairs of hands rest on your shoulders and you let them spin you lightly around a few times. Not enough to get you dizzy but just enough to make sure you don’t know what direction you’re facing anymore.

“Alright,” Dani’s voice sounds out over the music of the club. “Take your pick!”

You stick your hand out blindly and someone unties the makeshift blindfold. Everyone follows the line your hand makes all the way to a tall figure standing by the side of the bar.

He’s probably the most handsome man any of you have seen in a while. There's an intimidating aura emanating from him. You figure it's the understated all-black outfit complete with the heinously expensive watch he's wearing and the sheer height of him as he towers over people near him at the bar.

“Oh my god,” Dani whispers as you all take in the stranger’s face.

“We can finally get top shelf vodka,” Alexa pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Not bad,” Lia hums in appreciation.

“Okay, why is everyone acting like I bagged him already?” Your voice grows high with nerves. “I'm pretty sure I have, like, a 2% chance of interesting him."

“What are you so worried about?” Dani crosses her arms at you. “Just do whatever you did to get those history nerds to help you out that one time."

"This is not the same thing. Those guys parted their hair 90/10 unironically and thought Diva Cups are for when you don't want to hold your pee when you stand in line for roller coasters."

"You're kidding," Lia gasps. You wish you were.

"Well, just pretend he's one of them anyway." Dani suggests, "Every guy is the same."

You can't argue with that logic.

“I mean, I can try flirting with him, but he’s probably so used to people throwing themselves at him. I don’t think anything I do would, like, make a dent, you know?”

“Babe, no. No—listen to me, okay?” Alexa takes you by the shoulders and forces you around so you can see how serious she is.

“Tonight is the last free night of vacation. After tonight, we have less than a day to get over our hangovers, pack up the Airbnb, and then catch our 6am flight back home to start the spring term. Our last night of freedom lies in your hands.”

“But, what if—”

“No ‘but’s. Do you see yourself? Do you see your skin in this fresh white two piece? Have you seen how your tits look in this off the shoulder top? That poor man doesn’t stand a chance!”

Lia murmurs her agreement in the background and Dani mentions something about fearing for the guy's soul. You think about the freakishly good pictures you all took in the stylish club bathroom when you first arrived.

“I see your point.”

You turn back toward the bar to review your target. He sips from a dark green bottle as he looks around at the people on the dance floor between your table and the bar. As he continues to scan the room, he locks eyes with you. You hold his gaze even though your instincts are screaming at you to duck for cover. Surprisingly, he gives a small smile and raises his bottle in salute.

"See, you got the hardest part down already. Just fake the rest until you make it."

You chance a look back in his direction only to catch him staring in the direction of the table. When he catches your gaze again, he whips his head away, cheeks tinging pink under the soft yellow lighting at the bar.

Alexa cackles and starts detailing all the drinks she wants made with the top shelf vodka. Lia and Dani discuss leaving early to go back and clean up the apartment so it’s clean in case you break the rules and bring this guy back for the night.

“Uh, aren’t you guys moving a little fast?”

“Aren’t you moving a little slow,” Alexa counters.

“Hold on, Lex.” Dani turns to you. “You know you don’t actually have to do this if you don’t want to, right? Hunter-Gathering is just a game, there's no pressure.”

For all their poking and teasing, you're reminded right then and there that your friends would never put you in a situation where they thought you were actually at any risk. The weight you felt on your shoulders lightens somewhat.

“No, no, I definitely still want to play, I just don’t want you guys to get your hopes up.”

“I believe in you.”

Lia bumps shoulders with you quietly. She’s not the most affectionate, so you know she really means it.

“I’ll do my best.”

You let them tweak you a little bit, fixing stray hairs and wiping away smeared lip gloss and hiking up your skirt, giving you their drink orders, before you grab your purse and phone and push in your stool.

When you finally make it to the bar, he’s in the same spot as you first found him in. He spots you once you get close enough and naturally makes room for you. You set your bag on the bar countertop before hopping up on the empty stool immediately in front of him. The movement causes your skirt to ride up even more and you’re glad you only let Lia hike it up one inch instead of three.

Dani's advice about treating this guy like any other scrub from school reverbs in the back of your head right as the nerves start to set in. With the guys in your art history class, your grade was on the line. There was no room for hesitation when you could barely draw a stick figure, much less write an essay analyzing what an old painting style could tell you about the dairy economy in a certain town like some of your classmates were doing. It was because you were desperate that you were suddenly able to transform into a femme fatale. It also helped that these guys quivered at any interaction with an adult woman.

Tonight's drinks are on the line, you tell yourself. As best you can, you try to trick yourself into entering the same mindset you were in when you would lay on the charm extra thick for the art history guys.

You let the corner of your mouth lift up in a coy smile while you survey the bar. The bartender is moving back and forth quickly to handle the high demand. A second later the girl next to you leaves her spot with a tray of 8 bright pink drinks, practically glowing in the dark. You wonder briefly if you should try to get a round of those for the table.

“—one of those before?”

His voice is deep and pleasant. When you give him a look over your shoulder, you have to suppress a gasp. Up close he's even more handsome. You really have your work cut out for you.

“What?"

"That neon pink drink," he nods back in the direction of the girl who'd taken the cotton candy pink drinks with her. "I was wondering if you'd tried them before."

“No, I haven’t,” you smile, letting your lips part slowly. His eyes dart from your painted eyes to the colored stretch of your mouth and then quickly back up. “Have you?”

“No. But I like to try new things.”

You purse your lips as if in thought, something you've seen other girls do while flirting with guys at school. “You must be pretty unpredictable, then.”

“Huh? Well, I wouldn’t say that.” He stammers a bit and nearly drops his beer bottle trying and failing to put it down. All the intimidation you felt coming from him earlier seems to have disappeared.

“I was just kidding.”

Like it has a mind of its own, your hand reaches out to rest on his arm reassuringly while you continue to laugh at him. His features clear up then and a relieved smile blooms on his face, bringing out an adorable dimple with it.

“You’re teasing me,” he realizes with a good natured huff and steps into your touch.

“You seem kinda fun to tease.” You let your hand linger a little longer before finally pulling it back.

“It’s kinda fun. You're pretty good at it.”

Oddly enough, this isn't as difficult for you as you thought it was going to be. In fact, you find yourself naturally tilting your head and fixing him with an intrigued look from under your lashes. He takes the opportunity to look you over as well, a small smile on his lips.

The personal attention does make you a little nervous despite the fact that it’s positive. So you dig in your purse to avoid looking directly at him for too long and to give your hands something to do. You brush up against a tube of lip gloss, pull it out, and reapply some to your lips.

You look back at him when you realize he’s grown quiet, only to find him following the movements of the gloss brush tracing the curve of your lips, cheeks dusted pink and eyes half-closed like he's in some sort of trance.

Experimentally you press your lips together and then purse them to make sure the gloss is distributed evenly. The man doesn't blink once. Suddenly, all his expensive apparel and large stature aren’t so intimidating.

"Is there something on my face," you smirk.

He slow blinks down at your mouth twice before realizing you're speaking again. His eyes grow wide and he raises a ringed hand to rub at the back of his neck. The movement rustles the hair covering his ears, revealing their pink tips. Cute.

"Just looking."

You laugh a little at him again. He marvels at the way the club lighting dances around in your glossy smile.

"So, how come I've never seen you here before?"

"Well...it's the first time me and my friends have come here."

"I see." He pivots to face you and leans his closest elbow on the counter of the bar. "Are you guys new to the area?"

"You could say that, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow when you don’t elaborate. Without looking away, he raises his hand to signal to the bartender that he wants another drink. When the bartender runs right over, you realize this guy actually might be a big deal. Silently you pull your card out of your wallet as the bartender makes their way over. You figure you’ll have to spend some money before you can really ask someone like him to buy drinks for your table.

"What'll it be,” the bartender asks.

"Two of those pink drinks please," he says and before you can place any order the bartender zooms away.

While the bartender starts preparing the drinks, you turn toward him.

"Who said I wanted the pink drink?"

He grins down at you, a dimple now popping up in each cheek. "Who said it's for you?"

"I'm pretty sure it's for me."

"And what makes you so sure?" He takes a step closer to you.

"Just a hunch," you hum before crossing your legs.

The white fabric of your skirt hikes up your thighs again with the movement. You smooth your palms over the soft material.

"Nice skirt."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"I like it," he admits quietly.

"And the top?" You gesture toward the pair of straps on the matching tube top, manicured nails gliding over your décolletage. He wets his lips.

"The top too."

He reaches out one large hand to one of the straps that have fallen over your shoulder. The drag of his fingers against your bare arm as he fixes it makes you shiver. You lament the loss of contact when pulls his hand back.

The bartender arrives with your drinks then, startling the both of you out of the little staring competition that had spontaneously started. The pink drink seems to glow from within, topped with whipped cream and full of little round ice cubes made from some sort of darker rose syrup floating in the liquid like lava in a lava lamp. The color barely prepares you for the thick sweetness that floods your mouth on the first sip.

"Oh, that's kinda..."

He huffs a laugh around his own first swallow and nods in agreement.

"Not what you wanted?"

"It's just really sweet. You like it?”

He shrugs. “It’s alright. But—"

The way he cuts himself off has you confused for a moment before he's reaching towards you cautiously. You're not too sure what's going on until you feel the pad of his thumb swipe over the corner of your lips carrying away some of the whipped topping from the drink. Your eyes widen when instead of wiping the cream on one of the cocktail napkins available on the counter he brings his thumb to his own lips. In a fraction of a second the cream is gone, but you're left feeling a rush of fluttering warmth on the side of your mouth and in the center of your chest.

"You think your friends would like these?” He slides his drink to the side so he can lean on his elbow and turn to you again. Now's your chance.

“Um, I don’t think this is really their style.”

“What is their style?”

You rattle off their drinks of choice, making sure to mention their favorite brands with a sigh. Of course, whenever you play this game, the brands can change depending on the budget of whoever’s buying. This time, you make sure to name drop as much as possible, per Alexa's request.

“Sounds like your friends really know what they like.”

“Yeah, they have really…unique tastes.” You falter a little under his amused stare. “But we don’t always drink that way. I mean, not every bar even carries all those to begin with.”

“That’s true.” He nods. “This bar has every single of them, though. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Yep,” you chirp. You’re not sure if you’re in trouble or not because he’s still smiling. He seems to be onto the game, but doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“Well, it would be a shame not to welcome you all to the city. Get whatever you want. My treat.”

“Are you sure?”

You place your hand on his arm again and squeeze for good measure. You don’t miss the way his large bicep flexes under your touch. After a beat, he brings his hand up to grasp yours and holds it while signaling to the bartender again. You give him a blindingly bright smile and he strokes his thumb over your knuckles.

He asks the bartender to ‘take care’ of your table tonight on him, and you realize then that you’ve won the game. The victory isn't nearly as sweet as the pink drinks from earlier. The rules prohibit you from bringing him home or going over to his place. And even if it wasn't prohibited, your vacation is basically over.

“Where are you and your friends from?

You take his hand between yours and play with some of the rings on his fingers. They’re beautiful together in an eclectic way and you wonder if someone chose them for him.

“It’s a kind of small city, not like this one. It’s really just our university and then a few surrounding towns.”

“What made you guys move here then?"

"Oh, Right." You feel guilty. "Me and my friends are just here for vacation."

He blinks at you but takes the news in stride. "Well, if you want—I know the city pretty well since I have a place here—maybe I can give you a tour of the town later this week."

"I'd love that, I really would. But we're actually leaving tomorrow."

"For real?” His eyes grow wide and he looks down at your linked hands before looking over your face. You're shocked to see his features fall.

"Yeah, it sucks."

“Damn,” he smiles bittersweet at the floor. “I wish we’d bumped into each other sooner.”

“I absolutely agree," the sound of Alexa's voice rings loud in your ear.

“Uh, hello. Did you need me for something?" Your voice is high and tight as you fix her with an accusatory stare. You're not 100% positive, but it seemed like you and he were having a moment.

"No, babe, I just wanted to come over and show you my beautiful drink. I wanted to come show my gratitude to you both for making sure we have a good last night. The girls will appreciate that. Thank you, kind sir."

“Name’s Namjoon. And no need to thank me,” he smiles at the exchange between you two and sticks out his hand. Alexa daintily lays her hand in his and he lets out an incredulous laugh before playing along and raising it to his lips.

"What a gentleman," she coos before pinching lightly at the skin of your exposed back. It's a clear message just for you, telling you that there's about to be a change in plans. "What were you guys discussing?"

"I was actually about to offer up our booth. There's more than enough room for your table if you wanted to move. Me and my team—friends definitely wouldn't mind the company."

“You don’t have to do that!” You pipe up, suddenly shy. But it's quickly dashed away as Alexa pulls out her phone and opens up the groupchat.

"Let me just ask our friends if they’d like that."

You already know the answer, so you sigh quietly and gather up your card, phone, and purse. You can’t say you won’t miss the privacy from when it was just you and Namjoon, but you’re glad to be with your friends again as well.

The move from your little table to the VIP booth is lightning fast. By the time you get your own drink, Lia and Dani are already clutching their things and vibrating with excitement near the ropes leading to the VIP booth. A few of Namjoon’s friends are chatting with them from the other side of the ropes.

Once your group trickles in, you don't miss how they all arrange themselves in the booth so you're forced to sit on the end next to Namjoon with barely any space. The only options are to let one of your legs hang off the edge of the booth the whole time or sit practically half in his lap. Alexa winks at you over the first sip of her next very expensive drink.

Namjoon's friends are occupied by your friends re-telling some of the more exciting parts of the beginning of your vacation. Some story about how 'someone' lost their top while trying to jet ski. You send a weak glare to Lia as she tries to get them to guess just whose top it was. That's what you get for experimenting with spaghetti strings, you suppose.

"Do you guys like to dance," one of his friends says after a while of vibing to the music once the chatter cools down. Hoseok, you think his name was.

"Yes, definitely." Dani remarks while re-applying lip gloss. "You know who's a great dancer?"

"Who?" Hoseok looks around excitedly.

"She's gonna say me," you groan. "Which is not even true but let’s just all move down there already, no more 20 questions."

"Just one more," she pouts. "Namjoon, do you like to dance?"

He looks down at you once he's also out the booth, that little amused smile back on his lips.

"Well, it's not really part of my day job, but I don't mind it too much."

"What's your day job," you blurt out.

"I'm a...musician."

"A musician!" Alexa rushes over to you to link arms. "Did you hear that? Namjoon’s a musician."

"I don't recognize you," Lia says and Hoseok and another one of his friends burst into quiet laughter behind her.

"You definitely won't find Joon’s pics anywhere, that's for sure," one of his friends says. The rest of them dissolve into another fit of giggles.

The club lights hide the muted pink tinge his cheeks take on, and Namjoon leads the way to the dance-floor with a chagrined roll of his eyes.

"You think he's really a musician?” You whisper to Alexa and Lia. Dani is somewhere up ahead, already dancing.

"Maybe technically. Going off the way his friends keep laughing, he's probably, like, a failed SoundCloud rapper or something."

"No failed SoundCloud rapper wears Gucci like that," Lia motions with her chin to some piece of Namjoon’s outfit.

"That's true," you hum.

"Rich parents," Alexa says simply.

You and Lia consider it and then nod.

As you settle on the dance floor, you feel the rest of your nerves drift away. Lia comes over to take a selfie with you, and the two of you flirt with the camera until she's satisfied with the photos you've taken. She grabs your hand and makes a show of spinning you around and you figure that this is how the night will go before you stumble out around 2 or 3am and drunk pack for the flight home the next morning. You let her lead you back, further into the crowd before you bump into someone.

Namjoon's large hand comes to stabilize you at your waist and Lia acts like nothing happened before dancing away, phone light illuminating her sneaky smile.

"You good?" Namjoon's voice is soft in your ear.

"Y-yeah."

"You wanna dance, or should I let you go?"

Your friends shamelessly all look at the way he curves himself around you, all with their thumbs up in encouragement. You're reminded of the way you did the same a few nights prior when Dani was getting hit on by some cute guy at a different club.

At that time it felt fun hyping her up and watching her make a move, seeing how enamored this random guy was with your friend. Of course he is, you thought at the time, she's amazing. And you remember that this is probably what's driving them tonight as well with you and Namjoon.

You chance a look at him and realize that he's come to rest his cheek lightly near your temple, a soft look in his gaze as he awaits your answer.

"Sure, let's dance."

Namjoon was telling the truth when he said he wasn't all that into dancing. But he put in enough work to be able to follow you and meet you halfway while you were grinding on him to the music.

Even when you shyly stepped away after the first few dances to return to your squealing friends, you loosened up over time with more music and drinks and found yourself naturally ending up on him again. The first few songs turned into more and more and soon you were face-to-face, with his thigh wedged between yours and a heavy palm on your lower back guiding you to the beat.

You're not sure when you decided to abandon your friends and his, but at some point you did return to the booth under the guise of checking your phones. And you did check your phone first. But soon he was crowding you toward the wall by the booth and leaving you with no air of your own.

"You're really leaving tomorrow," he sighed into a bruise he was trying to leave near the hollow of your throat. "Or did you just say that because I was some creep at a bar."

"I never thought you were a creep."

He looks down at you with disbelief before getting distracted by your kiss-swollen lips.

"I mean it. I'm just a little shy sometimes."

"What do you have to be shy about when you look like this, huh?"

"Stop," you laugh lightly and look away from him.

He'd made a comment earlier about how much he liked the pristine white two piece you wore, but you'd been inching his hand up your skirt then. Now, one of his thumbs rubs an idle pattern just below the curve of your breast.

"No, but seriously. Are you actually leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah. The new term starts for us all in a few days."

"So, leave in a few days," Namjoon whines.

"That's not enough time to get ready for the term."

"But I'll be so alone without you."

He gives you an exaggerated pout that splits into a real smile when you snort at his stupid expression. He pulls you to him just a smidgen tighter then.

"Does this usually work with other girls?"

"I don't know. Never tried it with other girls," he frowns a little at you.

"Sure."

"You know me and the team almost went to Club BigHit last Saturday?"

"Oh, really? That's kinda funny." You try to imagine what might have happened if he'd come to the same club you went to earlier.

"Yeah," Namjoon's voice grows quiet. "If I hadn't gotten sick then we would have met last week."

"Yeah, maybe."

"You sure you can't miss a few days of the term?"

"Yes, I'm sure." You let out an exasperated laugh. "You can't really be this upset that an actual stranger is just passing through your life."

"No, I know. I just—," he lets his head fall forward until he's touching his forehead to yours. "It was like something clicked when I saw you. I feel like I need more time with you."

"Oh," your voice comes out a little breathier than you expected.

The same look that had flashed across his face when you first came up to him finally gets to rest on his features. You want to let him down gently because you really can't play catch up during the first week of school.

"Tell you what. I can't miss the beginning of the term but if you make a song with my name in it and it gets...say, 50,000 listens, I'll buy a ticket that same day and come meet you. Wherever you are."

He pins you with a look then, inquisitive and dark. His eyes scan your open expression for something, before whatever he finds passes the test. He stands up tall.

"And it just needs to have 50,000 listens?"

In your mind you were thinking it would be too lofty for a failed SoundCloud rapper, but something in his tone sounds like he's rising to the challenge and it makes you nervous. You spent a lot on this vacation, you can't afford to actually fly out so soon if he somehow managed to get the listens and call your bluff. Besides, targets are off limits.

"Um, actually make that 150,000. And it has to have my area code in it too." You rattle off the three digits to him and he quickly types your conditions into the notes app on his phone.

"Is that it?"

"That's it, I guess."

"Deal."

Namjoon pockets his phone and leans back into your space. Any worries you had clawing to the forefront of your mind vanish when he presses soft lips to yours once more.

A month passes.

You don't end up having a one-night-stand with Namjoon because it wouldn't be fair to your friends when they'd clicked with a target but didn't take them home. That and because Dani got sick on the dance floor from mixing strawberry daiquiri with one too many pink drinks. But you do pass on your full number after he very nearly begs you to give it to him while packing into a cab.

And then he never used it.

It's not that you were expecting much, but when a month passes with not so much as word from him, you figure he forgot about you and your little bet.

Then 2 months pass.

Even though you know that you only spent a fraction of a day with him, you can't help thinking about Namjoon. Namjoon and his pretty eyes and pretty words that made you think there was some sort of connection there. You realize after the first two weeks back that you don't have his number but by the time 2 months pass, you realize that was definitely on purpose.

4 months pass.

You're over it, swamped with end of term work like finals and grading and putting in hours at work. But every time your friends suggest a little fun and hooking you up with someone, every time someone asked for your number at a coffee shop, you said no. Because you're over it and you're busy and not at all disappointed for how hard you fell for the lies some failed SoundCloud rapper fed you on a vacation one time.

19 weeks pass.

You're all in Lia's apartment, basking in the first few days of the end of classes even if it means finals are a few days later. Alexa is playing her favorite playlist on the speakers and you're taking a break to get some coffee going in the small kitchenette.

While the coffee machine starts up you wander back to the main room. Alexa is leaning over to turn the music up, one of her favorite songs just now coming up.

"Who's this again," Dani pipes up from her spot on the couch. "It's that one guy's collab with the Bulletproof Girlscouts, right?"

"Yep," Alexa checks the song title before sighing. "This song is so old now."

"True, but it's my favorite one on the whole album."

"I guess it really has been two years since his last album, huh." Dani muses and then goes back to her practice problem set.

You try not to laugh at how cute Alexa looks sulking because her favorite artist hasn't put out any music in so long.

"Why don't you just play his new stuff," Lia says.

"He's on indefinite hiatus. This is as new as it gets."

Lia picks up her own phone, showing it to the group.

"He released a new single this morning."

"What!"

Alexa scrambles from her seat to grab her headphones and jam them into her phone. You all know how she gets about her music and let her have a moment to soak up the new song while you get up to check on the coffee.

It takes a few minutes to get cups out and put everything together since everyone has different tastes, so you're in the middle of pouring creamer when you hear a chorus of screams.

"Why are we screaming?"

You rush into the main room again only to be bombarded with music from the speaker, this time turned up as high as it can go. What must be the new song comes through the speaker, the bass vibrating on the ground as the speaker pumps.

"Okay, yes, new song. It's good but I don't get—"

"Just listen to the fucking bridge," Dani's voice comes out incredibly shrill as she cuts you off.

The beat surges for the bridge and suddenly the lyrics turn into the artist growling about some girl he met at the club with the prettiest little white outfit he'd ever seen. Saying something that sounds oddly like your name, although you figure that can't be right. But then the next verse has your name in it too, and the next one, and the next one.

Your feet take you to where Alexa's phone is plugged in and you pick up the phone to look at the song. It's indeed a song by her favorite artist, a prolific and mysterious rapper who's never shown his face and who'd been on hiatus from making music. The song title is simple, a small string of numbers that look suspiciously like your area code.

When you let out a tiny gasp, your friends let out more excited shrieks. You ignore them in favor of thumbing through the music app to the artist's page where the new single lies at the top of his discography. To the right of all his songs are the stream counts. Most of his older songs have a few dozen million or so. This brand new one sits at a modest 4 million, but the numbers trickle up as the app updates them in real time.

"What the hell?"

"I know!" Alexa cries, tears shining in her eyes. "I can't believe we sat in a VIP booth with him and I didn't even recognize his stupid voice!"

"What are you gonna do," Dani smiles widely at your stunned face. "Are you gonna call him?"

"I don't have his number," you say simply. Your voice comes out monotone with shock.

"You didn't get his number?" Alexa starts crying for real.

"People are blowing my phone up about this," Lia says once the song ends and begins again on a loop. "You might want to turn off your phone. It's just a matter of time until people start snooping around."

"Right."

You grab your phone from your pocket. On instinct you scan through your socials one last time before turning it off. There's a startling number of texts, calls, emails, and notifications on your social media apps. Curiosity gets the best of you and you open up one of them only to find your name trending as the top hashtag. Clicking on it brings up a bunch of tweets both from fans raving about the new song and wondering who the muse is, to random accounts with identical names in the handle all claiming to be said muse.

"Oh my god, he tweeted!" Dani shoves her phone into your hands.

As of right now [2:38pm] we're at 5.76 million streams. That's more than 150,000...

"What does that mean," she asks you.

"It means...he wants me to fly out to see him. Today."

"Oh my god."

Alexa screams again and at this point you've lost count of how many that is. Lia gets out of her chair and tucks her chin over your shoulder to read the post herself.

"You need to go," Alexa shouts. "I'll help you pack, let's go."

"What about finals?"

"Are you—are you actually thinking of not going because of finals?"

"I mean—"

"If you want me die, just say that," she does something with her mouth that looks like a manic smile.

"What Lex means to say is that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm sure even the profs would understand."

You're not sure what to say. First of all, you still don't have his number. Second of all, you're not sure how to fight through all the other accounts claiming to be you to let him know you saw the song. Third, you don't even know where to fly to. Fourth—

A Twitter notification chimes from your phone and a deadly hush falls over everyone. You go to your DM inbox with shaking fingers only to find a message request from an unknown sender. When you open the request, it's from Namjoon's agency.

Good afternoon,

You are being contacted today because one of our artists wishes to meet you. If you consent to the meeting, please review the flight information and tentative itinerary below and respond with your address and contact information. Please also note that the travel plans are for today [MM/DD/YYYY], so your response at your earliest convenience would be much appreciated. If you would like to go but cannot make it today—

"Do you think they'll send a car or should I book her a ride to the airport now?" Dani turns to Alexa.

"They'll probably send one to make sure the schedule is followed."

"That's true but what about—"

Lia taps you on the shoulder, startling you out of your stupor.

"There's a convenience store two doors down. Whatever you buy we can put in one of my suitcases and you can just take that. There's probably not enough time to go all the way back to your place."

"I—yeah, okay."

7 hours later finds Alexa, Dani and Lia finished with studying for the night. The entertainment channel is playing on the TV and the three of them have their heads bent over their phones and laptops, refreshing all the major gossip sites for updates.

"Maybe she's not even there yet," Dani sighs when the page she just refreshed shows no new posts.

"Yeah, I mean we still don't even know where she is," Lia says while putting her laptop to sleep. "What if they made her sign an NDA?"

"Even if they did, she'd probably still tell us once she got there. She's probably just busy killing time on the plane."

"She's sleeping!" Alexa screams a second later.

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"Check his instagram," is all she says before frantically typing a message to you about souvenirs.

Lia looks over at Dani's phone as she pulls up Namjoon's page. The rest of the layout is bare given his up until recent hiatus and the fact that he never posted any type of selfie. The video uploaded a mere 20 seconds ago undoes all the previous minimalism of the entire account.

The post isn't even of Namjoon. It's a black and white 5 second video of the top half of your naked back and shoulders, the rest of your body covered by the sheets. One of your arms is raised to cover your head with a pillow. The only sign of Namjoon is the arm that reaches out from the bottom of the frame, making it clear that he took the video himself. His hand reaches out to trace a heart over the skin of your shoulder blade. The caption reads:

Thanks for keeping your promise

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somebody to love [au]

Genres: Romantic, AU, Fluff, Songfic Note: Sorry for stupid little mistakes, it's my clumsy translation:)

1986

At another noisy party Jacob Frye was actively leaning on beer and looking for some girl to whom he'd buzz all ears about the recently released album of Queen. He had already drunk a decent amount of beer, and now he was looking for a "victim". But the third girl turned up her nose, not wanting to listen, how brilliant the Queen's songs are. It's strange that he didn't manage to talk to anyone with the same success as when he was sober. He looked very well: perfectly styled and combed hair, leather jacket, black t-shirt and jeans. Frye was sure that he wouldn't leave here alone today, but hope of a hot continuation of the night for the third time slipped away.

Jacob walked down the corridor with a sigh, where only couples in love hung around. He looked into the living room, hoping to find one of his friends, Ezio or Edward, but they're not there. Suddenly, the gaze of green eyes stopped on girl sitting alone on sofa in front of TV. She looked quite nice, concluded the drunker mind of Jacob, who had already gone with the fourth attempt to prove the genius of Queen.

"Do you know, why the song "Somebody To Love" from new Queen's album is the best?" Frye asked, sitting impressively on the sofa next to the girl, placing his hand behind her.

She looked up from the contemplation of the glass with a drink in her hands, looking with a grin at Jacob, who was ready to smile triumphantly. Well, at least someone paid attention!

"Why?"

"Because it's my favorite song".

"You should have thought of something better for flirting", she snickered, and Jacob raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is it really that bad?"

"Terrible."

"Then, why you haven't left yet?" he snorted resentfully, not taking his eyes off the girl, who didn't stop smiling.

"I was waiting for a music lover like me to come up to talk", she shrugged, and Jacob smiled broadly, immediately suggesting that they go somewhere, where is quieter. She didn't refuse.

They left the house and went outside, where walked slowly towards the campus park. It was a warm summer night. Jacob didn't stop talking all the way, speaking with pleasure about his favorite band, and girl walked next to him, listening attentively, without interrupting. Soon they sat down on a bench, and Frye suddenly came to his senses.

"I'm sorry. Where is my politeness?" he reproached himself, smiling charmingly. "I'm Jacob. What's your name?"

"Gwen", she smiled, and drunk Frye caught himself thinking, that he'd never seen such a beatiful smile before. Perhaps, his hormones and a strong desire to have sex with someone today spoke in him, but girl was really beautiful.

"And... what do you listen?"

"I also like Queen, but I prefer Elton John", Gwen confessed.

"Elton John is a pop singer", Jacob sneered, but it didn't hurt her at all.

"He's a great pop singer. In general, I listen a lot of things."

"Can I rate your vinyl collection?" he arched his eyebrows playfully, directly hinting at his desires at the moment, which made Gwendolyn laugh heartily. "What? Is that even worse than the first one?"

Gwen gave him a curt nod and a friendly pat on his shoulder.

"Unfortunately, you won't have sex tonight, Jacob."

The girl got up from bench and slowly headed towards to the women's dormitory. Jacob, outraged by this turn of events, jumped up from seat and caught up with her. Now he was walking in front of Gwen.

"Tell me, would you sleep with me?"

"Only to Elton John's songs", she joked, and Jacob rolled his eyes.

"Would you? Seriously."

"Good night, Jacob", Gwendolyn said. Frye saw off his last hope for sex tonight and decided to return to the dormitory with a disappointed sigh. The evening was definitely not a good one from the beginning.

In upset feelings, Frye went into the room, to which his neighbor hadn't even returned yet. This only made him more upset than before. He flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling in silence until he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, from the morning, Jacob went extremely dissatisfied, and this didn't go unnoticed by his friends. At lunchtime, as usual, they gathered at the same table in the large students dining room, chatting about the latest events and about something else quite insignificant. Jacob didn't really listen, taking to part in the conversation, although he usually always teased them.

"You're so quiet today, Frye", Edward remarked with his mouth full.

"All girls refused him yesterday", Ezio grinned maliciously cathcing his friend's displeased look. "Really, there wasn't a single girl, who would like to listen to your rave reviews about the latest Queen's album?"

"Go to Hell, Ezio", Jacob snapped.

"You should have heard his flirting on a drunken stupor... If I were a not very smart girl, I wouldn't have fuck with him either", Arno laughed, and a loud, friendly guffaw rolled around their table, but Jacob didn't care. Suddenly, he noticed among the crowd of students a girl, who confessed her love for works of Elton John yesterday. Due to the fact that Frye had drunk too much, he didn't really see her, but he remembered, that she was short with dark brown hair. Now, seeing her with friends, Jacob noticed, that she's really attractive. Especially in this light cotton dress with striped tights.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Edward waved his hand in front of Frye's face, but Jacob didn't react in any way. His friends followed his gaze.

"Oh, what a cute little one", Auditore smiled. "Will you come to her, Jacob?"

Waking up from a slight obsession, Jacob didn't answer anything, jumped up from his seat and quickly closed the distance to table, where Gwendolyn was sitting. He took an empty chair, turned it back forward and sat down with them as if nothing had happened, which caused girls to stop chatting.

"Oh, Queen fan himself", Gwen grinned, her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail today.

Her friends looked at each other with same grin on their faces.

"I want to ask you have a dinner with me", Jacob smiled, ignoring the others. Right now, he was completely engrossed in the big brown eyes. There was a gleam of interest in them. "Agree. You'll like it."

"Only if you turn on Abba's "Dancing Queen" on your player, heavy metal lover", Gwen said with a giggle, looking very pleased, when Jacob was confused, apparently not immediately understanding, what was it.

"But this is —" he tried to be indignant.

"So, this is also shitty music?" girl interrupted, making an impassive face and turning away from him. But Jacob wasn't going to give up just like that. And if he gave up so easily, he wouldn't be himself.

"Okay, okay! We'll listen to all your favorite music, if you agree to have a dinner with me!"

Gwendolyn turned her attention back to him and smiled warmly. Jacob smiled back.

"Fine. Friday evening?"

"No. Tonight."

"But I have —"

"You've already agreed", Frye interrupted with a wink. Girl exchanged glances with her friends, and they nodded approvingly to her. "I meet you after all classes, right? Just tell me number of the audience."

Gwen called the right class and time, and Jacob, smiling at all girls, hurried back to the table to his friends, who'd watched the whole scene from the beggining. Now his mood is just fine.

It was very hard to wait for the evening. It seemed that time was deliberately dragging on too long, delaying the moment of a date with a girl, who seemed to love music as much as he did. At least, she knew who Queen was, and Jacob was ready to marry her. Of course, this is a rather loud statement, but how nice it was for him. That's why he was waiting so long for half past six in the evening to be at the audience number "345".

The bell rang, and the students, one by one, began to leave the history lesson. Jacob looked for Gwendolyn, who had gone out in the company of her friends. Noticing Frye, she said goodbye to them and approached him with a smile.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To a small but very nice bar on the outskirts of Cambridge", he smiled, offering to take his arm. The girl didn't mind.

"Is it far away?"

"I have a car."

Jacob was the proud owner of a red Mustang, a model of the seventy-fourth year, which made him the envy of almost everyone on campus. And he often drove girls on it. Everyone was in love with this car, including him.

Frye gallantly opened the door for Gwen, and she climbed into the salon.

"Will I turn on Queen?" Jacob asked, already sitting behind the wheel.

"Oh, no", Gwen giggled. She took a cassette of Elton John's new album out of her backpack. "Please. Listen to at least a couple of songs, and then, if you don't like it at all, turn on your own."

"All right, a pop fan", Jacob said with a mockery in his voice, and she just laughed, so sincerely that something jumped in his heart. The cassette was in the tape recorder, and the salon was filled with pleasant notes from the song "Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word". Jacob began to listen the words, and Gwen began to sing along softly. The song was touching, a little sad, but he really liked it. It even made him think about how lonely he really was, but all the longing was knocked down by the next "Between Seventeen and Twenty", which seems to be perfect for driving.

A completely different plan for the evening with Gwen was born in Jacob's head, very different from the original one. So they stopped at the nearest store, bought food and a couple of bottles of beer. The Mustang was parked on a high hill with an impressive view of the whole of Cambridge. Jacob liked to come here alone, enjoy music and think about everything in the world. It was a private place, but now he is ready to share it with Gwen.

"Do you like Elton?" the girl was curious when the tape ended, and Jacob turned off the engine.

"Exceeded all my expectations", he said honestly. With the next tape, he turned on Queen. While the first songs were playing, the couple talked about everything, getting to know each other better. Jacob liked Gwendolyn more and more, and he saw in her something like a kindred spirit.

As soon as the food was eaten and the beer was drunk, Jacob got out of the car with Gwen. In the cold of the evening, he offered to dance. Exactly at this moment, his favorite "Somebody To Love" started playing. Jacob began to dance and sing along, not taking his eyes off the girl, who couldn't help but smile. Their hands were constantly intertwined. He pulled her to waist, already singing along to Freddie in a half-whisper.

Frye's voice caressed her ears, and Gwen felt a magical warmth spread in her chest. It was something incredible. She had never experienced anything like this with any guy before. Jacob was special. And suddenly she understood, why he liked this particular song so much.

"Why did you stop smiling? What is it?" he asked, stopping when he noticed her sad look.

"I feel like I'm in this song, too", Gwen said seriously, looking into his green eyes. "It seems that it doesn't sound sad, but... its meaning is very close to me. I understand why you like it so much, Jacob."

Frye raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't interrupt her.

"You're the same. Behind the external fun and recklessness, you hide your loneliness, you just want someone to love you as selflessly and endlessly as you are ready to love someone", Gwendolyn smiled sadly, gently stroking his shoulders, realizing from his discouraged face, that she'd hit the nail on the head. Jacob remained in a sincere stupor for several minutes, gradually agreeing with every word she said.

"I'm sorry if I —" Gwen hurried to add, because the silence dragged on, but she didn't have time to finish. Jacob leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

The girl answered with pleasure, smiling through the kiss.

"Can I call you Gwenny?" Jacob asked when the air in his lungs ran out. Gwen nodded, receiving another kiss. "Please be my... my girlfriend, Gwenny."

"If you turn on Abba's Mama Mia", Gwen joked, and Frye laughed.

"I'm ready to turn on anything, as long as you're be mine."

They laughed together and danced to their favorite songs for the rest of the night. As soon as the notes of "Mamma Mia" rang out, Gwen began to sing along, without taking her eyes off Jacob, who was looking at her with the most satisfied look, falling more and more in love with every second. He felt, that he would never be as happy with anyone as with this girl. On the last chorus, she came close, pressing her whole body against him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him a couple of times on the scar on his cheek, and whispered on his lips:

"My, my, I could never let you go."

Jacob smiled broadly, drowning in blissful oblivion and forgetting about everything around him. His whole world now consisted of cassettes with his favorite songs, a red mustang, a beautiful and happy Gwendolyn in his arms, and an evening that instantly stopped being cold. And only the happiest time was waiting for them ahead.

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aangelinakii · 3 years

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title : loona when their idol partner performs one of their songs

note : yall finally the weekend bruh , I TOOK TOO LONG AND NOW ITS NOT THE WEEKENED CRYING BYE

song : sweater weather , the neighbourhood

loona would be backstage, waiting to perform, when heejin spots your group emerge onto the stage through the screen in the greenroom. your group would be performing a cover of butterfly. how did she not know about this ?? the whole time, she would be focusing on you as best she can. when you come out of the performance she engulfs you in a hug and repeatedly tells you how proud she is of you

during one of your group's concerts, hyunjin would've visited to support you and your members. an interval had just passed over and fog steamed over the stage as your group's members were elevated from under it. suddenly, the beginning of favourite began to play, and her face absolutely lit up

for the whole day you'd been telling haseul that you would be doing a livestream on vlive and she just *had* to join. so it had finally reached the time for your stream and she joined almost immediately. for the first ten, twenty minutes or so,, you just communicated with your fans as you searched something up on your computer. and the reason you were searching something up on your computer was so you could do some singing. first you would sing a song of your choice , let me in , and then you'd take requests. after the stream, she would text you being like OMGOGMG THAT WAS SO COOL OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMG ILY

for a special stage on a music show, you , along with members of other groups ( yuna of itzy, beomgyu of txt, chenle of nct , and yena of izone to be precise ) , were set to perform voice. yeojin sat backstage, getting her hair and makeup done. there was a tv in the dressing room, and she could hear the intro and then you start off the song with heejin's part. immediately her head would whip around to watch you dance around with the other idols. after the performance she'd meet you to congratulate you !

this was the week leading up to your group's first anniversary, and for each day leading up to it, there would be a cover of a song to pay homage to some of the members' favourite groups. as you were secretly dating vivi, you chose loona , and decided you'd all learn hi high ! after filming for the mv was done and it was uploaded, you'd message her and tell her to watch it. judging by her reply you could just tell how happy she was

you'd be visiting a variety show in order to promote your group's most recent comeback, and you would be asked by one of the hosts to show off your dance skills. when you get up to dance, eclipse would start playing. you just knew when kim lip would watch this episode she'd freak out and would never stop talking about it,,, like ever lol

for mama this year, your group would do a medley of multiple different iconic songs , similar to what ateez did in 2019 !! one song transitioned to another and you were performing so what, starting from the bridge to transform into your group's take on the chorus. loona wouldn't be attending that year, but jinsoul would definitely be watching at home. as soon as their song came on she literally shrieked. when the awards were over, she called you up congratulating you and telling you over and over again how proud she was of you

your company wanted you to visit a variety show in order to get your group some more recognition, so that's where you found yourself, alongside other members from groups with not a huge fanbase in korea. one of those idols was your girlfriend, choerry ! no one else knew, of course, but when you had to complete a karaoke challenge and had to choose a ballad by one of the visiting groups, you just had to choose 365 to see her reaction. as expected, she jumped up and down in excitement

in your group, you were the main dancer, and your company wanted you to participate in a show to promote your latest comeback. for your audition into the show, you performed new, knowing yves was one of the dancers who'd already auditioned. as you went through with the moves, you could see her in the seats with a huge smile on her face. it wasn't until after the show that she could actually express how happy she was during that moment

one saturday night, some of your members , along with yourself , were rather bored and unsure what to do. so what better time than now to do a vlive ??? whilst doing karaoke ??? after your members went, it was finally your turn. without telling the viewers what song you were singing, you looked it up on the computer. the other members knew about you and chuu's hidden relationship, and squealed when they realised you were putting on heart attack. she was definitely watching, somewhere alongst your fans, because as soon as the stream ended, you found she had spammed your messages with keyboard smashes

being a soloist was sometimes boring, only because you lived in a house with no one to be silly there with you, however you did have gowon , but due to her being an idol in a group, you had differing schedules. but this year, you'd been working probably the hardest you've ever worked in order for the end-of-year concert to come out all right. millions would be there to see you and other groups , and loona would be attending to. in order to remind your girlfriend how much you mean to her, you decided to perform a mashup of various loona songs ; such as why not, colours, one & only etc etc ,,, sitting back stage, waiting for loona to perform , wonnie was a bit bored. but then she heard that you were going on and cheered up a bit...... but then she heard her songs and she was absolutely ecstatic

the majority of your group were orbits, and they were even more so when they found out you were secretly dating olivia hye. when visiting kcon, your group was set to cover multiple different songs by multiple different artists, but you were bound to sneak in a loona song here and there. or maybe a full six-minute long mashup cover of all the loona solos. loona was just backstage, running through choreography and whatnot, but then they became distracted by the fact some of their songs were being sang onstage. olivia would do some searching for a tv to see who was performing ,,, and when she saw it was you and your group, a huge smile made its way to her face

#loona #loona reactions #jeon heejin #kim hyunjin #jo haseul #wong kahei #im yeojin #kim jungeun #jung jinsoul #choi yerim #ha sooyoung #kim jiwoo #park chaewon #son hyejoo

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aeneozen · 3 years

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↳˳☁️;; ❝ FATE, 缘分 ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:

chapter 1 <3

more info here !!

I tried my best to edit my cringe writing from a few months ago AKSJAKSJ ;-; please don’t judge

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itadori yuji shuddered in his car as he watched his cousin walk out the terminal, her strong aura radiating throughout the airport. watanabe aki is dressed in a black turtle neck that hugged her body perfectly, her short brown hair danced elegantly in the cool winter air.

"nee-san, over here !" he waved his hands in the air, gesturing aki towards him.

"yuji, it's been a long time, how are you ?" she asked as she ruffled his hair, making him huff.

"you cut your hair again." yuji grabbed a fistful of her hair and examined them, "and you dyed your hair, what did they have to say about this ?" aki looked away and muttered something along the lines of 'what else would they say ?'

"nee-san, you're getting bolder every time I see you, even though you're back in japan, you're not going home to visit them."

the watanabe and itadori family are very strict, almost everyone in their family are reknowned lawyers, the children raised in this family are also very disciplined.

the reason yuji is so attached to aki is because he would get bullied by their other cousins when he was younger and only she would play with him. she also helped him convince their strict family to let him join medical school

"If I’m bold, what about you ? you almost got disowned." aki snickered and put on her seatbelt, yuji chuckled nervously and started the car, "it's all thanks to my amazing nee-san that I'm in medical school now."

"say, what was the reason you didn't go to the college near our house ?" he tried to change the subject, not wanting to get scolded by her.

"hmm," she tilted her head a little and thought about it, "I think it was mainly because most of our family members are teaching in that school. law is annoying enough, so can you imagine how tiring it would be if I saw my parents being my teacher ? and even worse, our grandfather is the principal, I don't want to die in their hands."

"then why did you choose to go to america ?"

she sighed and pinched her nose bridge, "because something scary happened here."

"then why are you back ?"

"because something even scarier happened there."

yuji was visibly confused.

that year when aki was still in college in japan, she got to know a senpai under the same professor — suguru geto, and they got along pretty well.

around that time, there was a really popular PC game that they got interested in and they created a server with several other people to play with. since the game was gaining recognition, aki dragged yuji to play along with her.

other than the people from their class, there was a guy named gojou satoru, geto told her that he is his friend and is currently studying in a medical school overseas. she didn't know his name at first, she only knew that he plays really well and thought that they would just be gaming friends since that's usually what happens online.

one day, aki and yuji stumbled upon a video uploaded by him, it was him teaching and explaining the concept to new players on how to play the game. when she heard his deep soothing voice through the screen, her heart skipped a beat and she would listen to those videos everyday.

he was a mystery to them, he would often say things like "I got blood on my shirt today" and "boss called me for work" in the middle of the night in their gaming groupchat made everyone think that he was a serial killer. when people asked how he was so good at the game, he would say it was related to his job, where he uses lots of knife.

soon, the game lost popularity and the groupchat died down, everybody became induldged in their own lives and did not make contact anymore.

you could call it fate, but just as she thought she would never get to know him, geto called her and invited her to his house for a little 'gaming friends' meet up.

the day where she first met gojou satoru was a bright spring day, the sakura trees had just started blooming and the beautiful pink flowers would glide along with the wind before settling onto the ground.

aki walked towards the lift and stood behind a tall stranger with white hair. she observed the man in front of her and noticed his black shirt hung loosely around his figure and revealed a little of his collar bones, one hand tucked in his pocket and the other held onto a bag of groceries. it became a habit of hers to observe others ever since she started studying law.

his eyes glanced up at the decreasing number, slender fingers adjusting its grip on the bag. she peeled her eyes away from him as the lift arrived with a soft 'ding'. after he stepped in, his free arm stopped the lift from closing, allowing her to step in.

aki muttered a small 'thanks' and pressed the number 7, she peered over and realized that he just stood there, not pressing any other floors.

must be the same floor then.

as the doors opened, she walked out and towards geto's apartment.

"aki you're here ! come in, oh- gojou's here too." geto's head peeked out from his door upon hearing her knock.

her head turned and watched as the man she met earlier smile at her senpai, "I brought some fruits." the words fell out of his mouth so smooth it felt like silk.

"thanks. aki, this is gojou satoru, the friend I mentioned that was in america, he's back for a few days that's why I called everyone over. gojou, this is aki, my junior, the one really good at that game we played."

gojou smiled at the shorter girl, "nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too." she greeted back and stepped into geto's house.

throughout the day, they didn't have much of a conversation except a short one in the kitchen where he was cooking. since she was the only female there, it made her feel better to pretend that she has something to do, like for example, cooking.

although it was a brief conversation about geto and their relationship, everything about the man before her made her fall for him even more. and on that day, it wasn't only the flowers that were blooming, it was her heart as well.

"nee-san, what are you thinking about ?" yuji's voice dragged her back to the present.

"this is a nice car, who'd you borrow it from ?"

"cool huh ? it's my professors'."

"older men now likes these kind of designs ? that's new."

yuji immediately started panicking, "he's not an old man ! he's the youngest professor in our hospital, probably a few years older than you, he’s super smart and is really handsome. he also went to the hardest medical school in america !"

that made her freeze, someone she knew was once in the hardest medical school in america as well.

"nee-san ?"

"I was thinking why someone so smart would take you for your masters."

"you-"

"just kidding."

she didn't mean to hurt his ego, she was just paranoid that the person teaching her younger cousin was the one she fell for years ago. aki pressed the button and the window rolled down, the wind blew onto her face and she hoped it would calm her from all the stress.

meanwhile, gojou satoru took out a red pen from his white coat and tried to mark itadori yuji’s report on a particular patient, yet his mind drifted off to a certain girl he met years ago.

#gojou satoru #gojou fluff #jujutsu kaisen

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