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mattsobvimyfav · 1 month

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For sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 3

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

t.w. - mention of toxic parents and body image.

Not really proof read either.

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Y/N’s POV

I pulled into my mother’s house dreading walking in. I turned off my car grabbing my phone and backpack. “How was the first day of classes, Have any homework?” My mother. Straight to the point. I’ve always heard how other mothers radiate love and happiness. Lucky them. Mine radiates anger and uneasiness. “No, it was the first day.” I say grabbing a water out of the fridge and turning towards her. “I dont need the attitude go to your room” I rolled my eyes and walked to my room, grateful I was sent there and did not have my door taken off its hinges… again…

I changed into shorts and a cropped top and opened my phone seeing Matthew still had me added I decided to add him back expecting nothing to come out of it. I was correct in assuming that because after a three-hour nap, I woke up to a couple of snap chats from my streaks and texts from Haylee.

Haylee-

4:32

How is it?

5:20

Did she take your phone again?

6:13

Ill assume that or your sleeping, ill wait and see.

Y/N-

7:38

Noooo i got sent to my room, and took a nap. I’m gonna pick out a cuter outfit tmrw

Oh yeah and mattaddedmeonsnapchat

Haylee-

7:39

WHAT?!! Has lindsy threatened your life yet?

I decided to just FaceTime with her because, if you know me, you know, I hate texting and would much rather just talk on the phone. She immediately picks up as I give her the run down of how he added me when I got in my car and decided she would help me pick out my outfit for the following day.

We had decided since I wore such an unflattering outfit the first day, I’d wear something that showed off my figure a little more. I didn’t waste 12 years of soccer and at the gym to noto show off what I worked so hard to succeed. We stayed on the phone for the next two hours trying to decide on a color for my homecoming dress, our school had homecoming, snowball, a spring formal, and prom. So homecoming was pretty early into the year.

Once we hung up I made myself a quick sandwich before getting in the shower and getting ready for bed, day two of classes is usually when they actually buckle down and start teaching.

I woke up the next morning, washing my face and brushing my teeth before letting my hair hang loose in its natural state, wavy straight basically just a mess, and put on my outfit. I threw on a pair of black gym shark leggings and a forest green cropped crew neck with some blazers. I never was one to wear jeans literally ever so this was about the best you’d get out of me until summer came along. I grabbed my backpack and checked my phone to see Haylee texting me asking what I would want from dunkin. I quickly responded and threw my phone into my waistband walking out to see my mom in her usual spot on the recliner.

“I’m going to school.” I stood in the entry of the living room looking at her “Are you sure your skinny enough for that outfit?” I scoffed rolling my eyes and walking out of the house. My mom was a real charmer you see, I was skinny. I was very fit. I worked really hard since I was a bigger kid and my mom would make fun of me. I let her words roll off my back now knowing I did look good and I did not need her to tell me whether I did or didnt.

I plugged my phone in and started to listen to the neighborhood as I peeled off heading to school, I was about fifteen minutes early as I parked next to Haylee turning off my car and hoping into hers.

“Good morning my peach” I said as I grabbed the bagel she had got for me.

“Good morning, what is on the schedule for today. Leaving early?” I shook my head no, “This is when Ill be assigned work so Ill stay late for the week and friday we will leave early” she nodded as we sat on our phones finishing our breakfast. We had lost track of time, the bell rining snapping us back to reality. We walked in with our bags and drinks in hand.

“Dad’s tonight?” she asked as I grabbed my first two classes books and notebooks out.

“Yeah. mom basically called me fat this morning so I’ll be there if you wanna come” She smilled nodding before pulling me a pencil out of my locker placing it on my books and walking away. She knew me well enough to know I would forget it.

Math was easy per usual. I accidentally took a nap the second period of english. That was okay though because that meant it was time for lunch. I grabbed my dollar bills and made my way to the vending machine getting a bubbly drink and a bag of chips. I walked into the lunchroom taking a seat at my friend, Olivia’s table.

“Y/N we missed you this summer.” She said wrapping her arms around me

“Yeah squirt” Olivias boyfriend followed behind, Nate, They had been dating since the first week of freshmen year and I loved them both deeply.

“I know, me and Haylee went up and down the whole state this summer” I smiled before opening my bag of chips. Lunch was filled with talking nonsense and giggling at each other until the bell rang. Olivia gave me a hug before walking away, she was like a literal ray of sunshine over me.

I took my seat placing my books down for my last four periods of the day as Matthew walked in just as the bell rang and shot me a smirk, I rolled my eyes at him before shoving my stuff to the side and sending Haylee a quick text asking to go shopping after school.

“Alright class, Since its the begging of your senior year I decided to make this assignment easy for you and you will be working in partners. I hated school even more when partners were involved. Our teacher started reading off names once he finally got to me “Y/N and….” He said glancing around the room “Matthew!” I immediately head planted into the desk annoyed, I had gone three successful years in none of his classes and keeping out of Lindays b-line of terror.

Matthew pulled up a chair next to me “Alright, I dont want to do any work this period so I say we do it tonight and Ill just text you” I agreed seeing as not the smalled part of me wanted to participate either. “I dont know what time Ill be home, me and Haylee are going shopping” I said looking down at my phone “Shopping for what” He asks “Hoco dress” I kept scrolling through the online shop as he nodded looking back at his phone,

The bell finally ring sending us to gym, I asked my gym teacher if I could go grab some work I needed to complete from my shop and she let me go, that was a lie, there just wasnt a single part of me wanting to go to gym.

I sat with Mr. Reynolds for the remainder of gym while he questioned me on the state of my eye, the left only a little yellow still and the right still bruised. The bell rang singnaling I had to head to biology. I said goodbye to my favorite teacher and made my way to class.

Walking in I noticed Mattheew already sitting, I decided to take this time to really look at him. He was wearing a black T-shirt and Haylee was not lying one of his amrs completely covered in patch work. He had on black cargo pants, his hair messy, and his stubble still growing in.

“You know its rude to stare” Matt said snapping me back to reality taking a seat a couple over from him “In your dreams” Just as I thought one sturniolo per class was enough I was bombarded to see Christopher walking in sitting inbetween me and Matt. I didnt dislike chris. He was funny enough and nice to me whenever we spoke, which was quiet alot because we were in the same shop “Hey pickle. Heard about the party. If you want Ill be the shit out of that guy” Chris said smirking at me. I giggled at him at the fact he still calls me pickle only Mr. Reynolds and Chris do that. “Its fine Chris. Ill be okay” Matt stared at us as me and Chris talked.

Once the class was over I started packing up my stuff “Hey you going to Homecoming?” Chris asked as I was putting my bag over my shoulder “Yeah, why?” I looked at him confused. “Go with me. I dont have a date so it should be fun” I took a minute to think before figuring who would it hurt “Sure Ill text you the color i pick out later” He gave me a quick side hug as he ran off towards the doors. “Ill text you tonight” was all Matt said before also walking out the door. I stood there waiting for Haylee because I couldnt possibly wait to tell her I had found a homecoming date. Even if it was only chris he was one of the more attractive guys in our grade so I was happy my pictures would come out good.

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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Bio! Dad Strange Part 9

Jason returns, may be a 2 parter to cover tim getting kidnapped and the aftermath. Will let you know at the end. We are getting to Marinette dealing with Ladybugging soon.

Marinette wasnt sure what to think this year. She met The Barry Allen last year. She also figured out 2 heroes pre-flash revelation and two more after—in her defense Hero Stalker’s old theory on The first Robin did Batman in. it is not her fault 5 founding members have the multiple-persona game of a booger.

She was also Tetch (Mad Hatter. Doesnt deserve the name) and Mr. J’s, Jerimah’s, last victim before they died. Then some idiots revived Jerimah. She hates his cult a lot, okay.

Everyone was on high alert and trying to keep her inside. The thing is, she hates being inside. She’s inside for designing, sure. Research? She’ll live.

But 24/7 inside time?

Never a good combo with her.

Rose’s plants may be snitches, but they seemed to agree on the over coddling. She’s ten, can break phones by tapping them, and is defiantely more off her stickers than on at the moment.

The one on her was uring her into some alleyway. If she was reading the movement pattern right, a gang fight.

Lovely, she usually did these with some sort of supervision but they were all being rude and she needed time outside.

She checked her belt, a few pairs of ball weights tied together with one chain each to make bolas clipped to back. She has a taser in hand, and a few rubber bullet loaded gun on one hip and a stun gun her size in the other. She had a packet of zipties and rope up each sleeve. Easy to giftwrap and humiliate bad people, like Batman does.

She blinked once when she saw—new player? In a bright red full face helmet that looks horrible. And he’s holding that gun make all wrong to max out usage. Ugh, amatuers.

Some part of her groaned about a potential run-in with Batman and his new Robin—she was pissed about Tim not telling her still—and decided this was as good an anger management as any. New vigilante, maybe the sirens would help him find a team.

She snuck up behind a few members, quick to grab the guns and move them out of reach. No need to give anyone playing possum an easy out, right—she saw a mix of her people in with the gang. She needed to teip this guy up before he hurt the RKC street kids and honoraries tangled up in this.

“Hey helmet, if you’re gonna shoot them you’re holding the gun wrong.”

Helmet turned to see her. She didnt grab her usual harley-knock off outfit for helping today. She wanted to be Pixie Pop for a bit. And if the Rogues forgot that she’s Pixie well, better for her, right? Pixie just wore her hair like Tinkerbell and wore a bit of green.

The guy he was aiming at made to run.

Marinette grabbed a makeshift bolas and threw it at his knees. She recognized him from one of the RKC hit lists—human trafficker. He fell with them wrapped around tight and defiantely injured bith his knees with how the weights hit him.

“I, Pixie Pop?” Weird, no one had seen her as Pixie in two years. How’d he know it was her?

“Yeah. Havent been around much lately.” She threw another bola at another guy. “You new?”

“Talk after i kill these guys.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, because really?

She threw a knife to screw his aim into non-lethal on one guy. “Kick their ass first, some RKC are in here.”

Helmet oddly did as she said, switching from guns to—is that. A. Sword?

She twisted to punch the guy sneaking up on her. Helmet threw a sword and landed it in his shoulder.

“Thanks!”

“Holy shot you’re really here this time.”

“Did you get hit with feargas as a baby or something?” Her partner being prone to dellusions and good with weapons was a bad thing.

“Just came back from the dead is all.”

marinette hit the guy going for helmet with her stun gun.

“That’ll do it!”

Helmet turned to one of the guys, gun at the ready. She had a feeling Helmet needed a lot of help, or else one of Rose’s agents would be down.

“If you know about pixies, you should know she got an upgrade to having some trust dust.”

Marinette walked over to the guy, letting her tracker plant take a look. The flower bloomed and he got a face full of ‘filter-less pollen’ that’s as close to a truth serum as Rose could make. After all, people can turn sides.

“Truth pollen?” Helmet was staring at her closely.

“Yep.” Marinette turned to her victim. “Are you helping the traffickers?”

“Does infiltration and killing them count as helping?”

Helmet stared at them then.

“Which team?”

“HKT ma’am. How did you get rose to give you one of those?”

“Think for a minute who she gives these to.”

“Comanding officers of the the RKC reconn and interigation but there’s only 15 and i met them all when i joined in the fall.”

“Im the summer help when theyre not puppy gaurding. Now, i have to do zipties on the traffickers, think you can help?”

“I lost coordination from the pollen.”

“Of course you did.”

Marinette turned to see Helmet staring at her. Like she should be dead, not the new revival guy.

“Good enough.”

“I thought only Poison Ivy could do things like that.”

“I have a badass team, well, when they aren’t going overboard. One week kidnapped and suddenly im made of glass.”

“Pixie you are what, ten?”

“So? Two of my best friends went missing becuase no one stepped up, one of them resurfaced as an idiot a year later but still.”

Helmet stopped then. “Two?”

“Hero stalker went after our big brother vanished.. he came back as an idiot.”

Helmet paused. “Hey, you check the others and i’ll help you drop off the good ones at a doctor or something.”

“Zipties are at the ready. Mind doing your share?”

Helmet did as she asked, working with her until all was squared away.

“Okay, my tracker gave off a signal to the RKC to gather our guys here, and—why are bleeding?”

Helmet looked up at her then. “I am?”

“... you’re coming with me since i dont know if you need a transfusion, but i know a guy who can help.”

“I’m driving.”

“On what?”

“Motorcycle.”

Marinette let him walk her to it, and she got on first. He ‘drove’ them while the plant told her when to turn. They ended up at her dad’s clinic as ‘Mr. Smith’. He was so grounding her.

“Smith, i need help,” she tried.

Her dad came out and paled when he saw her carrying Helmet. Before he passed out he let her take it off. “Red hoodie... oh god he said he was revived.”

Her father worked out the blood bags while she checked the wound, bullet still in there. She got it out with tweezers. No major damage to the muscles and shit. How many scars did he have? Pre or post revival?

When he came to she turned to her father and said one thing.

“So this is my new brother. Dont try to get out of it, he kept me alive when i was comstantly pixie, and you said if he was in a bad place then you’d take him in, no questions asked.”

Strange sighed, nodded, and went back to fixing Helmet up.

The next day he was forced moved into an extra room by hers. Somehow there was already clothes his size and style in it.

“Pixie...”

“Im determined and my honorary aunt is a cat burglar.”

Helmet hugged her.

“So for the documents, what do you want to go by?”

Helmet said he didnt want it to be obvious, given who he was before.

“Its not like you were robin.”

“I was.”

“.... i know two robins now, pre-robining. What is my life?”

“ you are ten, calm down. And you knew dick?”

“Met him as Nightwing, not very friendly. But uh, remember hero stalker?”

“The idiot who followed me and B?”

“Yeah, so funny thing, it was a thing that he wanted to be Robin when you went off from Gotham, and then he somehow managed to convince bats to take him on.”

“That Child is Robin.”

“Will be another hero soon if he knows what’s good for him—he’s too easy to make.”

“Wait, you know who he is-is or—”

“I know 5 secret identities and want to lodge a formal complaint about heroes having no secret identity game.”

“Youre ten. I refuse to let you deal with legal things.”

“But illegal is still on the table?”

“I am a vigilante, of course it is.”

“Good, so can we tlak about how dumb Supes secret id is? I photoshoped glasses on as a joke and looked at my file and knew.”

“Wait have they found you yet?”

“No? I dont think so. Not the mom and step dad or father one yet.”

“But its.”

“I know, but i can keep multiple secret identities. They cant handle one. What is this bull they drop in my lap? No masks for two of them, and the three with cant even manage a basic gait switch?”

“I am so glad you noticed too.”

“Also we need to intervene with Hero Stalker.”

“Does your father know-know or...”

“Knows i know, but knows im not telling even in death.”

“Fair. So, heads up i am going to yell at the JL after killing B for impact.”

“How about beating him up instead and kidnapping Hero Stalker? Bats is fine just needs an adult working with him.”

“Maybe. If my mind wasnt so fucked i’d send the Dick a text or something about this, but i think he hates me so that probably wouldnt work.”

“We have planning time, that’s what my house arrest is good for. Now name.”

“... i want to go by Jay.”

“James work?”

“Sure.”

“James “Jay” Smith then. And we are fixing your vilagante outfit.”

“What’s wrong with it.”

“Your helmet has a nose. And the who this is shit for discreet armour. I’ll get a rant in fifteen on armor history from a fashion obsessed friend and make something for you using that, ok?”

“Do i have a choice?”

“I am your little sister offically. resistance is futile.”

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So the long awaited return of Red Hoodie/Red Hood/Jason Todd.

For refrence (as age is weird here) Jason looks 14/15 here, but due to dead years is technically 18

Tim is 12

Marinette is 10

Dick is 20something.

Bruce is 30something

Heads up, this will be a two parter for this summer. As i love the next part but need sleep.

@ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @emeraldpuffguide @dast218 @weird-pale-blonde-person @mystery-5-5

#maribat #maribat au #ml au #my au #my idea #marinette strange dupain cheng #marinette strange dupain cheng part 9 #bio! dad au #bio!dad strange #bio!dad au #this was so long guys #jason is back though #next one is chaos and tag-teaming and so much #its a ride and then we get ladybugging after

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levucky · 4 years

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al horford sleeper agent

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anyway by now ive told basically everyone i care about but i had a life changing experience over the weekend. n it sounds dumb as shit but i met a real life dude who was basically a clone of nick from franz. weird hours. guess this is a thread

before we start i want to say i havent thought about franz in weeks. theyve gone away on their own finally but really i think my old obsessions just get replaced every few years and maybe it was my hard work in therapy or my new obsession with rap or

maybe it was just a realization or me growing up and maturing or something but i dont even want to work on my favorite fanfics anymore or anything. it’s just odd. i think im changing

and i don’t think about how my former favorite band members are doing or worry about them or check their socials n it feels really good. but i know there probably is or probably will be a replacement

ok that was a tangent. if they were replaced by anything they were replaced by new friends and the NBA. so there’s the exposition of this story sorted

anyway back to the weekend. the sleeper agent invited me to lunch. and that was the catalyst. god people are being so loud in here let me go to the art library

anyway i just kind of realized "huh i guess there's more out there." i went to lunch n shit. WE went to lunch n shit. stopped caring so much about my math homework. let myself be dumb and in love

that’s a very human thing. lunch. he spilled his stupid chipotle burrito all over his stupid bright green celtics jacket

he’s from italy. never even stepped foot in a chipotle. immediately clowned himself. some world we live in

we hung out all weekend. we went to lunch like two more times and we went to dinner. there was this big threat of leaving looming over my head the whole time. i made him walk like a mile on crutches and i feel very bad about it

i don’t know what’s wrong with him. it’s somewhere between a basketball injury and a chronic disability. either way that just made me feel even more emotionally attached to him. i never saw him without the celtics jacket

it was so cold that weekend. or maybe i just didn’t bring the right jacket. if he were a gentleman he would have offered me the celtics jacket. i didnt even hug him goodbye

and then of course he went back home. theres a million girls all over his instagram comments all the time. theres nothing special about me. he doesn't want to talk. i wrote my ap psych notes in green yesterday bc i was so in love with that stupid celtics jacket

im a sixers fan. the sixers and the celtics have been rivals forever. it was about to be war, except i want to move to boston. but really i want to move to dc. i wish the whole world was philly. things would be less complicated

im in love with a celtics jacket. a celtics jacket. of all teams. and i cant even talk to my basketball friends about it because they think im dumb shit for falling for some celtics fan with a million girls all over his instagram comments all the time

im not like those girls. i don’t think im like those girls. but i definitely exactly am

i have an economics test in fifteen minutes. i think one day ill drown in the atlantic ocean.

the test wasnt that bad. i thought about writing this the entire time. i would just zone out and stare and think about the phrase ‘al horford sleeper agent’

because he has to be. why else would someone put a diehard sixers fan right in front of a diehard celtics fan who looks exactly like the guitarist of their middle school favorite band

in reality i should be calling him a celtics sleeper agent because the whole point is that al horford is a sleeper agent for the celtics. but i hate al horford so i guess it’s more funny to include him in the title

i mean how can one player change so drastically like that? al horford was benched for the first time since his rookie season, like, two weeks ago after being traded to the sixers. how does that happen? why *wouldn’t* he be playing badly so his old friends win the title?

al horford’s gotta be retiring in like, three years, tops. he’s working for the celtics, i know it. and my sleeper agent is trying to convert me to a celtics fan

i understand why people make jokes, though. it’s a very human thing to want to go home. al horford just wants to go home. he lived in boston for however many years let me look it up

god whatever it was only three years i thought it was like eleven that just ruined my point

back to the matter at hand though that’s all we’re trying to do. we all just want to feel at home. we’re all just these little things trying to connect somehow. sometimes we are more desperate than others

i think im pretty desperate right now. sometimes i sit in my bedroom and im like damn when do i get to go home? but im home

i didn’t even want to leave dc. it was all star break and there wasn’t even basketball on. so there i was, in basketball purgatory, wizards territory for some god forsaken reason, losing sleep over a celtics fan and not wanting to go home

and when i say i was losing sleep you better believe me. i was so excited to wake up in the morning that i didn’t want to fall asleep. i wanted to be awake forever, endless, running through the city

i’ll get there soon enough. it’ll be with different people. college, yknow. all that. but sometimes i feel like certain things can’t be replaced.

and im acting like a different person lately. im using my phone at red lights just so i can check for a message from the sleeper agent. it’s always one word responses

yes. ok. maybe. some shit like that. a haha every once in a while. he’s not interested and i should stop trying

and then, INEVITABLY, i send something stupid back, a photo of my hand on the wheel or something, and i get left on read

and i know im stupid for it. everyone i know is screaming at me “disco, you’re dumb shit” but i just want to believe for a minute that im loved, im special

I want to feel like someone out there cares about me that isn’t obligated to, yknow? my mom can say she loves me all she wants but it doesn’t feel as good as some italian celtics fan saying it

some hot italian celtics fan mind you

even if he wasn’t hot or italian it would be nice. and actually it would be better if he liked like, ANY other basketball team

except maybe the knicks

but whatever. main point: i know im dumb shit and should stop trying. but it feels good to feel like if i keep trying maybe i’ll be wanted

sleeper agent is just one of those people tho. he’s magnetic and everyone always wants to be around him. dumb as hell in the most charming way ever. my friends are still all making fun of me

i started crying in a pizza place the other night because even the CONCEPT of italy sent me over the edge. i need to stop before i

wait what’s the word

i need to stop before i immortalize him? no, no

i need to stop before i deify him. soon enough he’s going to be a new canonical character in my head and i’ll start making up legends and stories to myself

we barely knew each other. if i deify him i’ll start telling people he offered me the celtics jacket when it was cold out. he’ll become a perfect gentleman. and he wasnt. he was just some stupid hot italian boy in a bright green jacket

im not going to deify him. it won’t happen. but i love the color green. i always say i love yellow more but i think that’s passed. i wear a green ring on my right ring finger every day. im not going to deify him and i still hate the celtics

overall, the celtics are winning the rivalry. i don’t think the sixers have ever truly been “great,” at least outside of philly. maybe allen iverson. wilt chamberlain. dr j? theyve never had like, a dynasty. idk. i don’t think you’d be able to get a sixers jacket in italy.

it’s his birthday today. i should probably text him. i should probably stop thinking about him. that’s just dumb shit, disco youre better than this what happened to a little self confidence every now and again

sure lets say external validation isnt necessary but also i think that’s something the mindfulness crowd made up to sell more planners and tote bags in 2011. it feels good to be wanted

never waste all your time on it sure. know youre still worth it even when you have no friends and there are a million girls all over his instagram comments. but it does feel good to hear “goodness disco i like how much you like the philadelphia 76ers”

my friends are all making fun of me for being on some romeo and juliet shit because he’s literally from verona and he’s a celtics fan and im a sixers fan god damn it disco why does this always happen

i never even read romeo and juliet but i saw the dreamworks adaptation so i guess ive got the story relatively right i know they die in the end. the gnomes shatter into little pieces i think

anyway tangents aside the sixers won tonight. philly is lit up green. why the hell is philly lit up green? the eagles were done like three months ago and the flyers are orange. why is philly lit up green

oh god, he just snapped me. a zoomed in photo of himself with caption that says “76ers” with like five exclamation points

here we go again, everybody

wish me luck

#writeblr #writing #original writing #creative writing #narrative #my writing #philadelphia 76ers #boston celtics #nba #just inspo lmao #also jacket boy is currently quarantined for coronavirus #just thought id add that with the news out if italy #pip pip cheerio #al horford #al horford sleeper agent #narrative nonsense #disco is my real name

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 5 years

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Pt. 6

Guerin got a call at her desk halfway through a project she was working on for HEET. Groaning at the interruption since she knew it would take a while to get her focus back, she took a moment to exhale before answering. "This is Go Guerin."

"Guerin it's Han Jisoo. I need you to come to my office right now."

"Yes, I'm on my way." She said cheerfully before hanging up. Leaving her hand on the phone she stared at it for a moment. "I'm getting fired." She said outloud. Her entire life any time a higher up had asked to see her in their office she immediately assumed the worst. Her stomach churned as she tried to calm herself down, then she stood up, stuck her cell phone in her pocket and left to see the CEO of her company.

She knocked gently on the door and peered in to see Jisoo, who looked up and gestured her in. The room also had a PR manager, the company lawyer and HR. [Yeah this is either about the case or I'm being fired.] She stepped inside and bowed, greeting everyone politely.

"You're not being fired." Jisoo, the CEO quipped.

"Oh thank god." Guerin exhaled, her hand going to her heart as tension left her body.

"I've known you for a long time Guerin. Things have been rough lately and we're working on it. You're an excellent worker and overall an asset to our company, and you're a very good friend." Jisoo said, smiling, though Guerin caught the strain on her face and the serious expression everyone else wore.

"Thank you, I love my job and I want to do well at it. I like this company and how it is run." Guerin bowed with gratitude before sitting down as Jisoo gestured. She looked curiously around.

"All that being said, just like we were worried about you've been targeted again by rumors." Jisoo frowned. Guerin's heart sank, she had just started getting back to her normal mood. What happened now?

The PR manager, Jaemyun showed a printed out article from dispatch, "This was published online about fifteen minutes ago." She informed Guerin, who leaned forward curiously. Her mouth dropped open as she read the headline and stayed open the rest of the article.

"WOW OF A.C.E CAUGHT ON A DATE WITH CONTROVERSIAL FOREIGNER MANAGER OF HEET"

The article was punctuated by a picture of Seyoon and Guerin sitting in the cab, smiling, and another of Guerin getting out and leaning over to say goodbye.

"As you are aware, if you are dating a celebrity we need to know so we can react appropriately." Mina, the lawyer, spoke up.

"Yes of course I know! Which is why you haven't heard anything. We're not dating! We're friends! A bunch of us went out for karaoke and drinks last night and Seyoon rode with me to make sure I got home safely after drinking." She felt embarrassed admitting she had gotten drunk the night before in a professional setting, but she knew in this instance complete honesty was important.

"I figured it was something like that." Jisoo sighed and rubbed her temples. "We've contacted Beat Interactive. They're on their way with Seyoon now so we can talk about how to best handle this. Let's relocate to the conference room."

Guerin's phone was vibrating like crazy while she waited with everyone for Seyoon and his company to come. Charlie and HEET had gotten wind of the scandal as well as some other acquaintances. She only responded to The first two with assurances that she was okay and everything was getting straightened out now before putting her phone on silent and putting it back into her pocket.

It didn't take long for Seyoon, Minseok, Beat Interactives own legal and PR team as well as the CEO Kim Hyeim herself to come in. Everyone stood and bowed, greeting each other appropriately before settling in to discussions.

"Go Guerin has already informed us that they were not on a date." Jaemyun started.

"Kim Seyoon confirmed that, he said they met with a group and he made sure she got home safe as a friend." Started the other PR manager.

Seyoon tilted his head slightly and raised his hand, "Excuse me, but that's not exactly what I said."

For a moment everyone looked at him before Hyeim finally spoke up, "Is there something you want to clarify further?"

"Ah... yes. I said we did meet with a group of friends and it wasn't a date, and that I did excort her home. But it wasn't as a friend." He seemed to have finished talking despite everyone staring at him in need of more information. A few people glanced at Guerin but she was just as lost and put her hands up defensively, unable to withhold an awkward laugh.

"Kim Seyoon, please excuse us but could you explain what you mean by that." Jisoo requested in a polite but stressed voice.

"I like Guerin." He said simply, looking at Jisoo, before his eyes went to Guerin who stared back at him in shock, hands over her mouth, "I've been meeting her as a friend but also with the intention of developing a relationship eventually."

Guerin let out another awkward laugh through her fingers, eyes wide as she ran her hands through her hair in shock before stopping at her neck. Blinking rapidly she tried to center her thoughts.

"I'm guessing this is news to you." Mina stated with a sigh.

"Yea- yes. This is not what I expected." Guerin corrected her formality, sitting up and trying to look professional again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want it to come out this way." Seyoon said, still watching Guerin's reaction with his unreadable expression. He finally broke his stare and glanced around making it clear the apology was also intended for the rest of the people in the meeting.

"That complicates things." Jisoo frowned and looked at Hyeim, "What is your company policy on dating?" Everyone got filled in on the rules, Seyoon looking back to Guerin who was now chewing her lip thoughtfully. He smiled at her again and she couldn't help sending a smaller smile back to him.

"Go Guerin." Jaemyun brought her back to reality, "If you two are dating we'll need to-" she stopped talking to see Seyoon had raised his hand to politely interrupt again.

"I'm sorry, but we aren't dating. Guerin has only just heard of my intentions and she has not responded." Seyoon smiled as though unaware of the tension. Hyeim put her face in her hands and Jisoo coughed as they both tried to hide what might have been a chuckle.

"I see." Jaemyun nodded slowly, "Go Guerin, are you planning on responding to Kim Seyoon soon or should we write a statement without one?"

"I'm- I'm so sorry." Guerin looked around at everyone, "I've just been taken by surprise. I don't know what to say. And the talk I need to have is... a private one with Kim Seyoon." She finished the sentence hyper aware of how inappropriate it sounded, but relied on the others to understand.

"Why don't we get started on the first part while you two talk? There's some other details we need to address as well regarding Guerin's current legal issues." The Beat Interactive lawyer said. Guerin started as though he had slapped her in the face. Of course that would be a problem now, the case hadn't been resolved so her reputation was controversial and could affect all of A.C.E. Recovering she stood and bowed, then followed Seyoon out.

He turned to her just outside the door but she moved past him, grabbing his sleeve and leading him to a smaller unoccupied meeting room. Closing the door she let out an exhale and leaned against it, eyes shut for a moment as she recuperated. Blinking her eyes open she met Seyoon's gaze and couldn't help but laugh, shoving him slightly.

"What the hell Seyoon?!"

"I was gonna talk to you tonight but, it seemed like a bad idea to hide that." He shrugged.

"I mean yeah, can you imagine if they said we were just friends for that to change in what a week? A month? That would have sucked." Guerin agreed.

"So, if it would have changed," he took a step toward her, taking her words literally, "Does that mean they have?"

"I- I mean." She stammered then put her hand on his chest to stop his approach. "You're distracting me!" Guerin complained. His smile grew, narrowing his eyes mischeviously.

"So you find me distracting?" He wiggled his eyebrows and bit his lip bit didnt advance any closer.

"Yeah of course!" She couldn't hide it, "You're too damn sweet and cute and weird and handsome. You're fun and you keep me on my toes but you also are so genuinely supportive and kind, aaaaaaahhh." She groaned covering her face with her hands again. He reached for her wrists and took her hands in his, holding them both between them. She sighed hopelessly at him.

"You said you acted without thinking last night. I thought you meant that it was a mistake."

"Ah... I meant that I wasn't thinking because I just wanted to be in contact with you." He swung her hands in his lightly as though showing her what he meant, "But I didnt want to say it over text."

"I was actually disappointed." She admitted with a laugh.

"Does that mean you like me too?" He wiggled his shoulders at her and made her chuckle. Guerin peered into his eyes pensively, her heart beating rapidly.

"... yeah. I do. Of course I do."

He pulled her toward him, wrapping her arms around himself before hugging her tightly back. She stepped into it willingly, as she rested her chin on his shoulder and his body against hers, in her arms, it felt surreal. She had idly wondered what embracing him would feel like and now it was happening. But reality brought her back to her senses. Remembering the biggest obstacle, she reluctantly pulled away from him. He was still grinning but it faded slightly at her expression of regret.

"Seyoonie, even if I like you I don't know that we should date..." she started.

He tilted his head inquiringly, waiting for her to continue, "Your lawyer mentioned my case... I have a really bad reputation right now. It's already risky enough when an idol dates but... someone like me? A foreigner with rumors of attacking a fan? How would that affect A.C.E? Your whole career?" She trailed off again, not knowing what to say next.

Seyoon looked pensive and nodded slowly before speaking, "I love being a singer. It's my dream and I don't want to lose that."

"I know, and no one is worth giving that up for!" She agreed quickly.

"We know you're innocent. That's going to be revealed soon." He nodded along with his own reasoning, "And I'm going to get married someday. So I might as well begin with someone I like."

Guerin laughed loudly at his self satisfied expression with his simple logic, "You're too cute, it's killing me."

"Noonaaaa don't die yet." He poked his own cheek as he pouted, "We haven't even kissed yet."

"You little." She failed to look stern and tapped his lips lightly with her hand. He responded by wiggling closer to her. Getting swept up she chose to meet his challenge, moving forward she pecked him suddenly on the lips, then ducked away.

"Hey, wait I wasnt ready!" He called out surprised and reached out to grab her. She spun his arm and turned him so she was facing him and he was up against the wall as she smirked at him in his surprise before he licked his lips and gave a naughty smile.

"Okay, so get ready again." She moved her hands to his torso and leaned in again, eyes fluttering closed. He leaned in the rest of the way to kiss her lingering for a few seconds before they both begrudgingly separated.

"So... we should find out what our bosses have to say. About us..." she felt disheveled suddenly, straightening her clothes and running her hands through her hair. He watched her with a smile before taking her hand again.

"First, you have to tell me." He said.

"Tell you what?" She asked.

"You have to tell me you like me."

"I already did! And then I showed you." She winked then laughed in embarrassment.

"No, you only agreed with me." He glanced up, "and then you showed me." He nodded and looked back at her, "But I want to hear the words."

"Youuuu..." she trailed off, her heart unable to handle this giant baby.

"Noona. Go Guerin! I like you. Do you like me?" He said earnestly.

"Hmmmm..." she teased him, but couldnt Deny him for long, "Seyoonie. I like you." She stated.

"Perfect, now theres no question." He beamed, "you should give me a piggyback ride back to the conference room."

"Absolutely not. Any other time I'm game but we have enough trouble right now." She laughed at his feigned disappointment and snuck him a kiss on the cheek, "have that to keep you happy until after work today." She left for the door and he trotted along after her once he recovered.

The rest of the meeting was a lot of talking, phone calls, more talking, a lot of stress all punctuated by Guerin and Seyoon sneaking glances at each other and trying to not look too pleased due to the stress levels of everyone else involved. Ultimately it was decided that Beat Interactive would announce that while the two were not dating at the time the photos had been taken, they had begun dating recently and hadn't had a chance to confirm before the article was released. In the meantime, PWER, the company Guerin worked for, had gotten clearance from the police department for some details of the case while the police department worked on their own statement since the investigation had been concluded. No one was convinced that it was an ideal scenario but they hoped with everything coming together it could minimize this particular PR nightmare.

"I never should have let you meet them." Minseok complained to Guerin as they trailed out.

"I didn't start this!" Guerin responded defensively, "Besides its not my fault I'm irresistible."

Minseok groaned as Seyoon smiled and held Guerins sleeve for a moment. She glanced at him and slowed a step as he pulled gently backwards.

"Can we still meet after my practice tonight?" He asked quietly so others around wouldn't hear.

"I don't see why not, I was planning to anyway." Guerin said.

He looked around to see if the hallway was clear before sneaking a kiss to her cheek, then speeding past her to catch up with Minseok, his dangerous smile back in place.

"Guerin?" Jisoo looked back suddenly from ahead of everyone, "Will you meet me in my office after I see our guests out?" She asked.

Guerin nodded and when it was appropriate ducked away to Jisoo's office, certain she was getting fired as per her usual anxieties, but also logically knew it wouldnt be likely at this point.

While waiting for Jisoo she pulled out her phone to catch up on her blown up messages.

Han Jisoo returned before Guerin could text HEET through Woojin's phone. The two went into the CEO's office and as soon as the door closed, Jisoo spun on her friend and began smacking her in the arm repeatedly.

"Hey, you're my boss now you're not allowed to do that!" Guerin said in English, laughing and cringing away but otherwise letting it happen.

"You are such a problem sometimes aaah!" Jisoo responded with a final smack, also in english. "And this is how I'm supposed to find out one of my best friends is dating?? And an idol no less!"

"To be fair, I also just found out the same way which is, arguably, worse." Guerin rubbed her eyebrow subconsciously. "None of this even feels real."

"Well it is and now it's my mess to help clean up." Jisoo crossed her arms. Guerin looked at the ground guiltily causing Jisoo to sigh, uncross her arms and hug her friend, "I know it's not your fault. It's just an unfortunate pain in the ass."

"Guerin laughed and hugged Jisoo back, picking her up for a moment, "It's so cute when you swear in English!"

"Hey. Boss. Remember?" Jisoo protested disingenuously.

"It's payback for hitting me."

Jisoo tsked and changed the subject, "Mina is going to come here to talk you through how we're handling the court case since you'll need to testify. But first I wanted to make sure you're okay."

"I honestly havent processed most of today yet so I'm not sure. I was starting to be okay again and I think right now I'm okay too?" Jisoo nodded, knowing her friend had more to add and waited, "I was also wondering... how does this affect me working with HEET again...?"

Jisoo looked serious, "As of right now you not being manager is only temporary. We do need to see how things shake out but nothing has changed. Hopefully with the resolution of this case things will work out."

Guerin nodded in understanding. Jisoo had been friends with Guerin before she had even moved to South Korea as they had met in the states where Jisoo attended school and done internships at record companies around the world to broaden her knowledge of the industry. It helped her family was very well off and able to help her start her own company once she had returned. At that time Guerin was nearing the end of teaching English when Jisoo offered her a job. Guerin would forever be grateful for her friend and knew she had her best interests at heart.

"Jisoo, thanks for sticking with me. I'll fo my best." She said in Korean, it just seemed more genuine.

Jisoo was spared a heart warming response as Mina arrived.

The men of A.C.E were called into a meeting once Hyeim and Seyoon returned from their meeting with PWER. The four other members had an inkling of what it would be about given they too had seen the Dispatch article. Jun had texted Charlie who hadn't had much more information than he did at the time. Once everyone was seated, papers with the statement were passed out but Kim Hyeim talked before they could read it.

"On those papers your holding we have written a statement concerning Kim Seyoon and Go Guerin dating. We've agreed to let PWER and the police handle the statements regarding Go Guerin's legal case. Hopefully with her proven innocence and releasing of actual footage of what happened we won't get much extra blowback to an already risky announcement. Also you should know that as of this afternoon Go Guerin and Kim Seyoon have expressed an interest in dating and going forward they would like to be up front and honest about it."

The expressions on everyone's face changed wildly as she spoke, except for Seyoon who maintained his normal unreadable face, watching her despite the others looking around at each other.

"Wait." Chan started, "So it's TRUE?"

"It wasn't last night but apparently it is now." Kim Hyeim said with a crooked smile.

"Since when did you-?" Jun sputtered and stopped, "So...." the king of reactions lived up to his name as every thought raced through his brain.

"Good for you Wow!" Byeongkwan fist bumped his hyung.

"It's not how I expected you to go for it but it works." Donghun said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"I didn't even know you felt that way about her?" Chan added, still shocked but smiling along, "Wait, what does that mean for-" he started and the boys swung their gaze to Jun.

Hyeim watched this curiously, "Park Junhee is there something wrong?"

"I wanted to tell you today but..." he trailed off for a moment, "Ah... I also confessed to a woman last night and she might be my girlfriend soon."

Kim Hyeim was frozen, then rested her face in her hands for a moment before looking up to Minseok who appeared just as shocked as she was, "Maybe we should rescind the idea that they can date." She said dryly.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know this was happening. I thought they were friends I didn't think they were their type!" Minseok said in a rush.

"What does that mean?" Jun asked with a hint of aggression as he and Seyoon snapped their faces toward their manager.

"I just meant they're foreigners and I just, i thought you each had a different type and with them being older and Guerin is a lot... they're really good people I'm sorry I'm just shocked." Minseok tried to explain.

Hyeim interrupted, sensing an argument and not wanting to deal with that on top of everything else. "Minseok will chat with me later." She shot him a look, also displeased with his judgment toward women and he bowed his head at the visual scolding, "What we need to figure out now is how we're going to handle the second announcement. I'll get someone from PR to meet with me, Park Junhee and his girlfriend. Until then we'll go through with what we planned for Kim Seyoon since with that article we do not have the luxury of time to discuss things."

She looked at all the boys, "I expect this to have an impact on the fanbase. We've just wrapped up promoting but maybe we can work on a special project for Choice to communicate with them. Think it over and let's start something soon."

The meeting was dismissed and Minseok hung back to talk to Hyeim as the boys meandered back to their practice room.

Guerin waited outside the door to the dance room as HEET wrapped up their practice inside. When their dance instructor left Guerin put a finger to her lips and winked so as not to give away the surprise. She was holding bags of fried chicken and iced coffee for the boys. The dance instructor smiled back and moved on without a word. Peaking around the corner she snuck in while the boys were straightening up or sitting on the ground catching their breath.

"Special delivery!" Guerin announced loudly, holding up the bags of goods. Byoungjin, Minhwan and Seungbin all startled at her sudden appearance, but once all five saw her they hopped up and ran over. Gabriel relieved her of her bags with Minhwan as Seungbin hugged her, Byoungjin held back with Tobio for his turn. Once they had all gotten their hugs in (Guerin had to guilt trip Gabriel and interrupt him setting up for the meal) they settled down to eat with Woojin.

"Woojin told me when your lesson ended and I asked him to let me bring you all food." Guerin explained, handing Seungbin and Gabriel next to her some extra chicken, "Are you boys being nice to him?" They all nodded through bulging cheeks.

"They've been working very hard." Woojin added with a small smile. He seemed the quiet accommodating type so Guerin was happy to hear the boys had seemed to accept him.

"I'm glad." She beamed at HEET as they dug in. "I don't know if you guys have heard anything but I wanted to stop by because I have some news."

"Are you gonna be our manager again!?" Gabriel called out through a full mouth.

"No, dummy. It's probably about the dispatch article." Tobio retorted and he shoved Gabriel away as he leaned into his Japanese teammate smacking his mouth annoyingly loud.

"Tobio is right. It's about the article." Guerin interrupted their bickering.

"Were you really on a date with Wow-hyung?" Minhwan asked, stunned.

"Well, no. We all met as a group of friends and he was making sure I got home safe." Despite telling the truth Guerin felt guilty so she moved on quickly, "But this afternoon after the article came out... while we were discussing how to address it... Seyoonie did confess."

The boys erupted, even shy Woojin reacted with surprise while Seungbin had leapt up, "I KNEW IT! NOONA I KNEW IT WHEN I SAW YOU AFTER THE ZOO!"

Gabriel was downright crowing in excitement as Byoungjin sat in shocked silence and Minhwan clapped excitedly. Only Tobio kept his head enough to ask "But what did you say?"

The boys all quieted again at his question. Guerin felt her face get warm as she responded, "Well he's my boyfriend now." The boys all erupted again, alternating between shocked and happy. Guerin waited for them to calm down before speaking again.

"I double checked with Han Jisoo and she said it so far hasn't meant I can't come back as your manager. But we still need to wait to clear the court case and we will need to see how the public reacts to the statement that we are now in a relationship."

Minhwan frowned, "So if a bunch of people decide to hate you, you won't be our manager?"

Guerin paused, "If it means you aren't safe. And we don't want to hurt your image." The boys looked crushed, "Your debut was strong, and you've all trained so long and so hard for this. I won't let something like my personal life ruin your futures." She added firmly.

"Noona..." Seungbin snuggled up to her and she put her arm around him, "They can't hate you right?"

Guerin wanted to comfort them, looking at all five faces of HEET- even empathetic Woojin seemed sad - but she wouldn't mislead them, "It's unlikely it'll come to that. We'll just wait and see and keep working hard okay? All of us."

Gabriel sulked, "Seungbin-ah was right. Seyoon-hyung was going to steal you from us."

"I understand that's how it looks, but I promise that wasn't the intention. Please don't hold it against him." She squeezed Seungbin and looked at all of them, "I love you all dearly and even if I'm not your manager I'm still working for PWER and we can see each other often like we have been. But my goal is to come back as your manager okay? I haven't forgotten you." The boys nodded quietly.

"Come on, let's finish eating." She encouraged them, changing the subject, "You also need to show me your new dance so far, I heard it's very challenging!"

Before long the seven of them had settled back into cheerful chatter about what HEET was working on next.

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one call away ‘ anam

Who: Adam Levine and Anna Kendrick @alcvinehf

What: What was supposed to be a somewhat drunken phone call, turned into a slight hook up and late night talks between the ex couple.

Where: Adam Levine’s new apartment, in California

When: Friday, November 9th, 2018

Trigger Warnings: slight talk fertility issues

Trigger Warnings: slight nswf

Adam: They hadn’t even been broken up a full two weeks yet and Adam was already making himself look like a love sick puppy. He missed her, he missed her a lot but he couldn’t figure out if this was good for them or not, not yet. He spent more than half of the night after the fashion show wasted, then hoped on a plane still drunk at 4 AM for work, then went out for drinks after work and here he was, back at home. Dusty was with his mother considering he had been more than busy and Behati was still in New York, so he would see her tomorrow for the rest of the weekend before getting her off to Behati’s for the next two weeks. However, like he had been doing for the past couple of nights, Adam had just changed into pajamas and crawled into bed. Typically when Anna started entering his mind he wouldn’t call her, but it was different for him tonight. As he raced through his contacts to find her number, he hit a few buttons and connected a call, putting her on speaker and placing the phone down on his bare chest while he waited for her to pick up and answer him.

Anna: Anna was a mess, she kept telling everyone she was fine which she was, but at the sam time she wasn’t. Having Hailee here with here for a few days was a good idea, but the women was getting drunk and acting like a teenager over a break up that happened not even a month ago. Anna was in bed, exhuasted with her pajamas on and ready to fall asleep when her cell phone rang. Looking at it, she saw it was Adam’s name and the brunette groaned in frustration. This wasn’t how brake ups are supposed to work. Taking a breath and chewing her lips, Anna sat up and pushed her hair out of her face “What, Adam? I was just about to fall asleep….” Anna said, annoyed, pushing her hair out of her face.

Adam: “That’s not the greeting I was looking for…” Adam frowns, his voice soft yet reeling from the fact that he had been drinking. She couldn’t detect it of course, but it was still happening on his end, nonetheless. Letting out a heavy breath, Adam moves the phone to the side of the bed and moves a little to get comfortable. “I just…wanted to hear your voice, baby…”

Anna: “If this is a booty call..” Anna started, while bitting down hard on the inside of her cheeks, but then heard the sound of his voice. Taking a breath, Anna had now been chewing her lips and sighed “Don’t.. please don’t call me baby. Adam what’s wrong?” She questioned, now a bit worried and rubbed her forehead. She knew he was wasted, and she wondered if she should go and pick him up, but Anna was exhuasted.

Adam: “A booty call? Hm. You don’t know me at all…” He whimpers at the sound of her voice, and the words are a lie. She did know him, because that’s what this was and he knew it, she knew it. Nothing was wrong, he just wanted to hear her voice. “I was thinking about you…” Adam whispers, his hand resting gently on his chest for now but it’s slowly starting to venture down. “Talk to me…”

Anna: “This is a booty call Adam.” Adam… she went back to call him by his name and not baby or honey or babe or sweetheart like she used too. Taking a breath Anna knew he was probably wasted and the brunette sighed when she said he was thinking about her. This wasnt helping. Nothing about this phone call was helping. This wasnt how brake ups were supposed to go. Chewing her lips, Anna swallowed hard and paused her tv “Well I was just about to fall asleep cause Im exhausted. Where are you?” Anna asked

Adam: Although he’s frowning while she uses his first name on him, Adam looks away for a moment and clears his throat. He couldn’t help it, that he was thinking about her. They broke up and he never stopped, he didn’t think he would stop but he couldn’t admit that to her. Not now, anyway. “You used to love it when I called you baby…” He says, same tone in his voice as he stopped his hand from moving. “I’m home. I’m fine…” He slurs out for a moment but shakes his head. “You still love it when I call you baby…”

Anna: Anna had finally just gotten closure with her ex boyfriend Ben, and told him to stop calling her but now, now Adam was doing the same but the women didn’t want to let go of him. She loved him, she was still so in love with him. “Mmm.” Was all Anna could say, and he was right, she did love it when he called her baby. “You’re drunk.” Anna said, and then bit down hard on her lips “I do, but we’re..” Stopping herself, Anna let out a huff and took a sip of her water bottle, placing her phone on her lap and putting it on speaker.

Adam: It dawned on him that he was doing the same thing she told him about before. Of course it had, and it made him feel terrible. However, ever since the two of them had met each other, Adam found it incredibly hard to stay away from Anna at all. He loved her, he loved her so much and it killed him. “Mmm…” is the only small noise that falls from his lips, because he wasn’t going to deny that. He was drunk, it was the second night in a row that he was and there was no use in lying to her. He knew what she was going to say, but he didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t need the constant reminder. “Five minutes…please…” He whispers into the phone as he lays on the bed beside him and he moves his hand again. “I just want to touch you…and all I have left to do is /think/ about touching you…”

Anna: The brunette knew he couldn’t stay away, and wouldn’t, which honestly the women didn’t mind. She knew they both were still in love with one another, and it would be a while for them to get back to where they were before, if possible. Taking a breath, this was the first night that Anna wasn’t wasted and it was going to be the first morning she wouldn't wake up without a hangover. “Do you…, do you want me to just come over?” Anna questioned suddenly, the brunette hated that she just asked that, but she’d be lying if she said she didnt miss his touch too.

Adam: They couldn’t have sex, not now—not tonight, at least. He was drunk and she wasn’t, he could tell by the tone of her voice and that could be construed in the wrong way, if they had sex with one another while he was drunk like this. He may have been in an incoherent state but he was coherent enough to at least know that. “Hm,” Adam slightly whines, the noise falls from his lips too fast and he closes his eyes. Maybe it was that and the fact that he didn’t want her to see how much of a mess he had personally and actually been. “Just talk to me, baby…”

Anna: Anna wanted him, and she needed him. Though he was drunk, the women still wanted to go over, and just have him hold her in his arms. That’s what she missed most at night, him holding her in his arms. Taking a breath, Anna sighed and closed her eyes for a few moments “Um I.., well I signed onto a new movie, and other projects are starting up soon.” Anna didn’t know what to talk about, she knew he didn’t want to talk about them, or their issues with getting pregnant, so Anna figured she’d talk about her work.

Adam: There was so much going through Adam’s head, wondering if he should have just let her come over or not. He clears his throat, listening to her for a few moments while his free hand is running through his hair. “I’m so proud of you…” He suddenly whispers, and for a moment he quiets down because he’s choked up and realizing that it’s one of the few times he’s said that to Anna, and it makes a pang of guilt run through him.

Anna: When he said he was proud of her, Anna had realized it was one of the first times he’s said it. Feeling the fresh water form in her eyes, the brunette took a breath and cleared her throat “Uh.., so how… how’s Dusty.., how was the fashion show?” Anna questioned, her voice a little choked up

Adam: “I called you hoping to do something else and talking about my daughter kind of kills the mood…” He’s joking, at least trying to lighten the mood away from what he had just said as he clears his own throat. “She’s good. The show was good.”

Anna: “Well I., I can still come over.., and we can do whatever it is you want to do..” She knew he wanted sex, Anna chewed her lips and then took the phone off of speaker, and put it to her head “Good I.., I miss her.”

Adam: He goes quiet, thinking to himself. He could shower and sober up, and maybe they wouldn’t even have sex. He didn’t know, but the thought of her was getting too much to bare for him, especially with the way that he would try on his own every night. “…Okay.” He whispers. “Okay. Come over.”

Anna: She got up out of bed, still on the phone with him and started packing. Not too much, she was only staying or hoping she’d stay the night. It was late, and Anna didn’t care if she was going in her pajamas. The brunette locked up, and headed over to his place, the place where she had only been a couple of times. Once arriving, Anna knocked on the door and waited.

Adam: While telling Anna the address of his new apartment there in L.A, they said their goodbyes to one another and Adam texted her the address once more so she had it. After that, he had jumped into the shower as an attempt to try and sober himself up, for the better part of at least fifteen minutes. He changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank top, and just as he was downstairs and finishing a glass of water in the kitchen, Anna knocked on the door. Letting out a small breath, Adam ran his hand over his face and made his way over. Looking around, he had just finished picking things up because the new apartment was a mess, due to him being barely even moved in and frankly not caring more than he should. Opening the door, he looks at her. “…Hi.” He whispers.

Anna: Wearing purple pajama pants, and one of his long sleeved shirts, when he opened the door to his new place Anna took a breath and smiled softly “Hi.” She said, and leaned in to kiss him softly “I.., I don’t want sex tonight.., can you just.., can you just hold me and.., can we just talk please?” Anna questioned, before walking in. She hated that he was living in an apartment, and not in the house with her. She hated this situation but knew it was best for the both of them, well not this situation. Not smelling alcohol on his breath, and seeing that he sobered up Anna looked at him.

Adam: He wanted to pull her forward and kiss her until her lips were bruised and peeling from the lack of pulling away…but he didn’t. He just kissed her back simply and then looked at her for a few moments. “Yeah.” He whispers, closing the door behind him. Looking at her for a few moments, he sighs. “It doesn’t mean I’m not gonna wanna touch you though.”

Anna: When he just simply kisses her back, Anna presses her forehead against his “I…, I mean I want sex. I’m always going to want to have sex with you but baby I’m.., I’m so exhuasted and I just want you told me in your arms, and talk all night like we used too when we first started fooling around.” Anna said, and then followed him into his new home “I…, I like this place. It’s nice, but I just hate that you aren’t home with me.”

Adam: Talking was always so abhorrent to Adam. He didn’t like talking, Anna knew that, especially about what had been going on in their personal life. As he follows her into her new apartment, he lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I…Fine.” He says, shaking his head. “Just…please, Anna. No feelings. No baby talk.”

Anna: “I promise, no…, no feelings and no baby talk.” Anna said, taking a breath. It was hard for her not to talk about it but she was going to try. Taking a breath again, Anna took his hands so he can lead her into his bedroom “I’m exhuasted, and I’m tired of crying. So we can talk about anything.., please.” Anna whispered, and leaned in to kiss him deeply.

Adam: “I mean it.” The words try to come out stern, but with Anna around, there was typically no definition of stern in Adam’s vocabulary. He could try, but he failed miserably at it. Leading the way into his new bedroom, Adam lets go of her hands and sits down on the edge of the bed, arms extending to bring her in closer so she’s standing in front of him, his legs on either side of her so it’s easy for her to straddle his lap. “Let me touch you…” He whispers.

Anna: “Yes, sir.” Anna said smirking a bit, but then looked at him with raised eyebrows. Anna loved the rough sex with him, and this was turning her on, but the women truly was mentally and physically exhausted. Chewing her lips as he leads her into the bedroom, Anna sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck “Okay.” She whispered

Adam: As she sits in his lap, Adam lets her do it for a moment and then he brings his hands forward to help her up again. His hands are at her hips and he’s pulling her in closer, lifting her shirt up and over her head. As it falls to the ground, his rough hands are back on her skin and sliding over her stomach and up further to her breasts, his eyes glancing up at hers. “I miss touching you…”

Anna: While he pulls her in closer, Anna took a breath and kissed his lips softly. Letting him take her shirt off and throwing it onto the floor, Anna got chills all up and down her body while his hands are on her stomach and on her breasts. Moaning a little, she bit down on her lips “mm.., adam..”

Adam: He can feel her skin shiver underneath the touch of his fingers and he can’t help the small noise that leaves his own lips because of it. He moves his hands a few minutes later and they go back down her waist, this time toward her pajama pants. He pulls them down her hips carefully, watching as the fabric falls and his eyes are still locked on her. “Off,” He whispers.

Anna: She didn’t want to have sex tonight, she just wanted him to hold her, but with what he was doing right now, it was impossible to turn down sex. Especially sex from him. Feeling his cold and rough hands on her body, Anna closed her eyes and bit the inside of her cheeks. Taking her pajama pants off, Anna kissed him hard but then looked at him for a few moments.

Adam: Most of him just wanted to do this. Have her touch underneath his fingertips, just touch her like this and he was glad that she seemed to be letting him despite the context of their phone call earlier. He was almost certain that this wasn’t what would have come out of it but he wasn’t going to complain, either. Watching her step out of her pajama pants, Adam’s hands work down the last piece of clothing that she’s wearing and he moves his hands back to her waist, just staring at her up and down for a few moments. “Mm…” He groaned. “I missed you…”

Anna: She missed him. God she missed him, everyday since they’ve been broken up. Anna wanted nothing more than to just have him hold her in his arms every night, but right now that wasn’t happening, or well it was. As he stares at her, she blushes and moves forward, wrapping her arms around his neck again “I miss you too.” Anna whispered

Adam: He stays quiet, just looking at her. She was beautiful, especially like this, in front of him the way that she was. He could feel her body working underneath him and he knew her body well enough to know that she was about to tremble completely because of him. His own breath heavies again just because he’s watching her, pressing his fingers harder into her.

Anna: When they finished, Anna was breathing heavy and she was pressed up against his body, still wrapping her arms around his neck, half naked. Anna swallowed hard, and kissed him softly. Pressing her forehead against his once again, she looked at him and then licked her lips “That..” Letting out a couple of breaths, Anna closed her eyes for a few moments and put her shirt back on. Taking a moment to relax Anna continued with “That was amazing.”

Adam: After they were finished a few minutes later, Adam had gone into the bathroom to wash his hands and wash up himself before going back into the bedroom where Anna was. He sat down again on the edge of the bed and watched as Anna struggles to catch her breath, biting down on his lower lip as he grins. “Yeah?” He whispers.

Anna: She laid down on his bed, Anna smiled softly to herself, and then pulled the covers on her. Watching as he walked to wash his hands, and clean himself up Anna leaned on her side and nodded “Yes. Honestly, you just fingering me is what I like. You know what you’re doing.” Anna said, and then looked down at his sheets “Can you come lay with me? Please?” Anna asked

Adam: “So you tell me that now? We went nine months without you telling me that was a preference?” He teases, letting out a small laugh now as he pulled the white tank top up and over his head and moving it aside so he’s left in his grey pair of sweatpants. Climbing under the covers with Anna, he looked at her for a few moments. “Please,” He whispers. “Remember what I said…”

Anna: “I mean you’re just really good in bed, so when you do that to me like that I don’t know..” Anna said, and then watches him as he climbs under the covers with her, and then looks at him, and sighs “I won’t.., I promise.” Anna chewed her lips, and kissed him softly “So…, this new project that I’m doing.., it’s a SCI Fi which is something I’ve never done before, and I’m kind of nervous about it.” This was going to be hard, it was going to be hard not talking about them, or feelings, or babies. Thats what they did for the past 9 months when they were together. Taking a breath, she chewed her lips and closed her eyes.

Adam: “You lose control? You unravel right…underneath my touch? Exactly the way I wanted you to…” He teases, biting down on his lower lip for a few moments, but then nods when she promises that she won’t bring up their relationship issues. As he kisses her back, he lays there underneath the covers with her and then sighs, nodding his head. “Well, don’t...don’t be nervous...You’re gonna do great.”

&FINISHED

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Noona, you okay? (part 6)

Jungkook and You

Summary : Jungkook fall in love with someone as same age as Jin, you.

Genre : Fluffy.

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Attn: Gif not mine. Credit to the owner.

I was reading on my novel in the living room before I heard a bell sound. I don’t think I order anything today. I put down my novel on the table and walked to the door and looked through the peephole before opening the door. Jungkook? How did he know I live here? I never tell him. Well I was going to tell him but I haven’t got a chance yet.

“Hello Babe..” He greet me once I opened the door for him.

“Hai...” I opened the door and gestured him to come in. He then put away his shoes and went straight to the living room.

“How did you know I live here?” I questioned him while he already laid down on the couch. Looks like he ‘made himself at home’ since he’s already lying on the couch.

“From Ji Sung Hyung.” He answered while observing me, from head down to toe. What is that stare suppose to mean?

“What?”

Smile appeared on his lips. He shook his head and said “Seeing your messy bun hair style and you in your simple attire, I can’t believe that I am yours.” I narrowed my eyes. Isn’t that suppose to be ‘he can’t believe that I am his’? This proud maknae!

“Okay seriously, why are you here? I thought you have practice today.” That what he told me earlier. I approached him and stood in front of him. He then pulled me down to lie on top of him.

“Actually, I’m bringing you out.”

“Where?”

“My members. They said that I need to introduce you to them.” What? As if they didn’t know me.

“Why would you introduce me, they know me already.”

“They know you as y/n, a lawyer who worked for the company not as y/n, who is going to be their sister in law.”

“Ouh I am going to be their sister in law. Who I am going to marry then?” I said it playfully, trying to annoy him.

“Jimin hyung. You can marry him.” He said it with his sarcastic tone. He still remember about that?

“Really? Wow! I thought I am going to marry you.”

“Of course its me.” He pouted.

“Yeah it’s you Jungkook. Unless you want me to marry Jimin then...”

“Don’t even dare to continue your words Noona.” I smirked. Aww... Jealous Jungkook is something I didn’t see everyday.

“Aww... is my baby jealous?” He narrowed his eyes. I wiggled my right eyebrow. He rolled his eyes.

“Okay, I am going to change.” I got up and walked straight towards my room.

“Babe... Five minutes. If not I am leaving you here.” I stopped walking and turned my body towards him. Seriously? That is such a short time to change plus I have to do my hair, my make up, putting on my lens.

“What? No! I need to ....”

“Babe you don’t have to wear make up. Its only them and I don’t want you to show them how beautiful you are. Only I can see your beautiful side.”

“But..”

“Babe move now. Or else seriously.. you are going to hail taxi to go there.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed.

“Fine.” I walked to my room and closed the door harshly, to shows my annoyance to him.

***

I was greets by the six members when I entered their dorm. They were standing in front of me while Jungkook close the door and then stand beside me.

“Two three, hello.. we’re Bangtan...” Err what?

“Hyung.. I introduce you, the love of my life, y/n.” I turned my head to Jungkook. So this is what he meant by introducing myself to them?

“Ah hello, I am y/n. His girl.” I pointed Jungkook while saying ‘his girl’ part.

“Hai! I am Jimin.” Jimin then approached me and extended his hand to shake my hand. Followed by others. Even Yoongi and Jin did the same though I can sensed Yoongi insincere face doing that. This must be either Tae or Jimin’s plan and all of them were forced to do the same.

“So are we done yet?” I questioned them.

“Actually we have more things to show you. Just wait and see.” Hoseok said that playfully. Now what is that supposed to mean?

“But first, come in Noona.” Namjoon invited me in. Finally! I though we are going to stay in this position forever.

***

“Jinnie where is Jungkook?” I was helping Jin in the kitchen and Jungkook never came to check on me. Well, I am not trying to be clingy or what but I think that what any man would do if they brought their Girlfriend home. They must be worry whether their girlfrined will be able to familiarize themselves or not but since I know them already, I guess Jungkook didn’t have to worry about it so he left me here, in the kitchen with Jin.

“Maybe he’s playing game with Tae. Go check up on him.” He smiled. I walked to the living room but didn’t see Jungkook with them. Namjoom and Hooseok were watching movie while Jimin and Tae were busy playing the games. Yoongi? Well he’s already napping on the couch. Hooseok who was watching TV realized that my eyes was searching for Jungkook and told me that Jungkook is probably in his room. I then walked to his room and found his door were left open ajar. I approached his room and before I was able to push open it I heard him talking on the phone and that stopped me from entering his room.

“Why are you calling me now?” My eyebrows furrowed listening to that. His voice sounded weak, not the normal voice.

“No of course she’s not here. She’s in the kitchen helping Jin Hyung. I am in my room.” He continued talking.

“Oh my God! why are you crying? What happened Hee Ra?” He sounds so worry. I am still curious who is he talking to. I never see him with any girl in the company except for the staff.

“Why are you making it difficult now Hee Ra. I am with someone now.” Someone? He did not even mentioned my name to her but Hee Ra? Whose that? I never heard of this name before.

“No I didn’t moved on too fast. I am with her so that I can forget about you.” My eyes widened listening to that.

“God Damn it! Don’t make it to difficult for me Hee Ra.” Seems like I know Hee Raa now without even asking him. So I am just a rebound then? And he’s going to left me after he can fully forget about Hee Ra? I felt tears filled up my eyes. I walked to the nearest bathroom and that when I cried my heart out. Stupid y/n. It only been a month. Why are you crying as if you’ve been with him for a years. But he promised me. He promised he would love me, he would cherish me and he would never.... Oh my God! Now I felt stupid! Why would he wanted to be with me when we barely know each other. He proposed me after two days we’ve known each other. Yes y/n. You are the stupid one here, not him. You should never make a decision based on feeling again.

I was arranging the food on the table and Jungkook suddenly appeared and stand beside me. I guess he just finished his phone call with Hee Ra.

“You cook all of this?” He was really excited seeing there is so much food on the table. I shook my head. I tried my best to bring back my mood since I came out from the toilet but I can’t. My heart hurt so much and I think I can cry at any moment right now. Why would I stay in the first place? I should have gone after I heard that but no. I don’t want to answer any question regarding my disappearance nor I am ready to face the reality about me being just a rebound.

“Jin cooked it. I only helped a little.” I then walked to the kitchen again and took the other food and placed it on the table.

“Yah.. lets eat..” Jin shouted to all of them and in the flash, all of them ran to the table and took a seat. I took a seat beside Jungkook and his phone suddenly rang. Must be Hee Ra. He turned his body from me and rejected the call. He didn’t want me to see whose the caller is so that why he turned his body from me. Right after he put his phone on the table, it rang again. I didn’t have to see whose the caller is. I know that her. Jungkook took the phone and turned his body from me again.

“Jungkook just answer it!” Yoongi who was sitting opposite him was already pissed off. Jungkook then looked at me. I shrugged. He rejected the call again and continue eating and that when his phone rang again. I see Yoongi was already glaring at him, for not answering the phone.

“You can go to your room to answer the call.” I said that while chewing on my food. Yea, I can maintain a poker face in front of him when actually inside I am broken!

“Yea. Who know it might be important.” Namjoon agreed with me. Jungkook then stood up and walked fast towards his room.

“Are you okay Noona?” Jimin asked me. I think he realized about the changes of my behavior. I nodded my head.

“Noona, I heard you love to watch Run.” Tae tried to change the topic. I smiled. No mood to talk. No mood to make any joke. No mood for everything.

“Noona you have to watch the latest episode it was so...” Hooseok nudged Tae’s arm when he see me having no reaction about it.

“Noona, are you really okay?” Namjoon asked me worriedly. I lifted my head and nodded my head again.

“I am just tired. That all.” Weak excuse. I was really hyper when I came earlier. I even played game with Tae before I decided to help Jin in the kitchen.

***

“Noona, you okay?” I was replying a text from my lil brother when Jungkook approached and sit next to me. Jungkook asked me to come to his room after I finished helping Jin washing the dishes and while waiting for him to take a shower, I sat on his bed.

“Yeah. Why?” My eyes still on the screen.

“Cause you looked so down. I mean you were so hyper earlier. But you looked so down during the dinner and now too.” I did not reply him. To be honest, I didn’t know how to answer that. He took my phone from me.

“Jungkook...” I frowned.

“Babe something bothering you?” Yeah, you.

“I am just tired.” He frowned listening to that.

“Just stay here tonight. Beside you’re not working tomorrow.”

“Jungkook I can’t. I already asked my brother to fetch me up. He’ll be here in fifteen.”

“I can send you back. Why do you have to...”

“Because we are going back to our parent’s house tomorrow but my brother finished his work earlier than he expected today so we’re going back tonight and he’s almost here.”I interrupted him. He sound disappointed that I have to ask my brother to fetch me up when he can send me home.

“But its late.”

“Jungkook its only an hour ride. Its midnight. There will be no traffic.” My phone screen then lit up. I took my phone from his grab. My brother’s name appeared on the screen and I answered it immediately.

“Are you here? Okay, five minutes.” I hung up his call.

“My brother is here.” I stood up, put on my jacket and took my sling bag from his computer table.

“Are you sure you have nothing to tell me?” He looked at me,straight into my eyes. He looks so worry. I am the one that supposed to ask you that. You should just tell me I am just a rebound!

“I am going.” He then walked with me and I stopped him in the door.

“Just stay here. My brother is just outside.” He frowned.

“Goodbye Jungkook.” I walked straight to my brother’s car without even looking back, without waiting for his reply.

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bluinary · 6 years

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Tag game - Get to Know me!

I was tagged by @sonderous-opia . (check out her blog, her tags are a treat)

Name: Juli

Gender: Female

Star sign:Virgo

Height: 5′5

Sexuality: bi, maybe pan, who knows

What image do you have as wallpaper: my best friends on my phone, aesthetic filthy frank on my laptop

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: yah, and a professor

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?: probably dead

If you could be anywhere else right now, where?: school

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: I’ve had limited Halloweens (like 3 I think), so there’s not much to draw from, BUT I’m a theatre kid, and I made my own transforming dress when I played R&H’s Cinderella. I think it turned out very well.

What’s your favorite 90s show?: O O F. Probably Freaks & Geeks, or NGE.

Who was your last kiss?: Some guy named Brandon

Have you ever been stood up?: No

Have you ever been to Las Vegas?: only in passing.

Favorite pair of shoes: me ol’ boots

Favorite fruit: apples

Favorite book: East of Eden, John Steinbeck

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: T H E R E A R E TOO M A N Y, but top five are:

Walking down a busy road, not realizing my dress was caught under my backpack and my granny panty-clad ass was in full view of every stranger for a solid fifteen minutes

Full-out wrestling/fighting (bc I threw punches) a friend 2x my weight in public (my tits fell out, so he won)

Walking up to a man in Hagrid cosplay and loudly shouting, “IS THAT MY NIGGA DUMBLEDORE”

Threatening to break my glasses if my class didnt stop laughing @me (they didnt, i broke em, I was 6)

screaming upon realizing a disabled man at a McDonald’s was not, in fact, a statue (and saying “yah” when he said he was ugly BECAUSE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT HE’D SAID)

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor, if u couldn’t tell.

Average hours of sleep : probs like,,,, 6 hours maybe less idk

Blankets you sleep with: two comforters, two light blankets, I cocoon

Favorite Bands: Gorillaz, Young The Giant, Coldplay, Fall Out Boy, fun.

Favorite solo artists: Shiloh Dynasty, Joji, Sarah Jeffe, Hannah Georgas, Daughter

Song Stuck in My Head: AAAAKUMA NO CHIKARAAAAA

Last movie I watched: The FMA live action (it was great!)

Last TV show I watched: I was showing my mom the live action version of Erased (which is also good! She loves it btw)

Why did I create my blog: there was Izaya/Namie fanart lo and once ago that looked nice, but when I clicked it, I was redirected to make an account. And it began.

What do I post: My blog’s a weird amalgamation of fandom metas/memes, normal memes, surreal text posts, my own sadboi posts, and my actual content that I create sometimes.

When did I create my blog: a little before my 13th birthday, so late-ish 2012.

Do I have other blogs?: I have my writing sideblog, as well as a few forgotten sideblog projects (like an anime mbti analysis blog that still gets asks, even though I haven’t posted in literally years).

Do you get asks?: Not really, except the obscure ones I just mentioned. Occasionally, though, I’ll get a prompt, some well wishes, or a v sweet message.

Following blogs: 1,504 blogs. I have attachment issues, you see,

Favorite colors: navy, maroon, and general muted autumn hues

Lucky numbers: I’d like to think 4 and 7.

Instruments: very little piano, even less guitar, and does the throat count

What am I wearing?: pale pink tee and a long, flowy white skirt (I always got compliments on this outfit at university, but it rly just means i havent done my laundry)

Dream Job: stage actress.

Dream trip: [chanting] Japan, Italy, Iceland-

Favorite Food: coffee. Unproblematic and comforting.

Nationality: American

Followers: 515 (and I still can only ever get, like, 6 notes on my art……..sigh……)

Reasons for your url: well, u see, i lik blue

I tag: @pickalilywrites @swinsword @jungianca6 @wonderinghopingdreaming @laura-arro-babbles @all-time-rper @sweetreikuri @someboredloser @annieleonhardt @askladarmin @runnin-out-oftime @spoilerarlert and anyone who wants to do this!

#about me #thank u for the tag!!#oh shit i havent taken my birth control for two whole days #sup im juli and im rly tryna pretend i dont have to go to work tomorrow morning lololololol

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atc74 · 7 years

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On The Ropes - Part 4

Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. She is drawn to the elder brother when Dean starts working with her on moving, coordination and finally hitting. Once they get in the ring, things don’t go as planned. Dean is just as taken with her as she is with him, but she thinks of herself as broken because of her job and injury. Can Dean make her see things differently?

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Word Count: 1462 Warnings: Language, implied sex, mentions of murder, hmm maybe that is it? Thanks to the ever amazing @just-another-busy-fangirl for being, well amazing, and @mamaredd123 for her help in pulling this out! ~*~ You were just heading to the precinct when a call came in; a body was found in an alley on the Eastside. You and Mike rolled up and set up a perimeter while you waited on the coroner and the detectives. People were so jaded nowadays that no one even noticed the dead body lying there.

Detectives Dawn Redman and Bob Williams were assigned to the case. You had worked with both of them before and they both had solid reputations and had rightfully earned their way to Detective. You, in fact, were friends with Dawn and she had been mentoring you since you confided in her that you wanted to make Detective.

Det. Redman crossed under the yellow crime scene tape and approached you.

“What’d’ya got here, Y/L/N?” she asked.

“Local business owner called 911 reporting shots fired in the area. My partner and I were first on the scene. Caucasian male, appears to be mid to late twenties, no identification, single GSW to the chest,” I recited from my log book.

“Good job, Y/N/N. We have it from here. The others are canvassing, you and Mikey head on in and clear,” Det. Redman dismissed you and you and your partner headed in.

It was after eight when you got home. After a quick shower and a snack, you texted Dean and settled on the couch with a beer and some mindless reruns. After a few minutes, your eyelids were heavy and you nodded off. Despite the events that ended your shift, you slept peacefully, dreaming of Dean.

~*~

Dean and Sam sat across from John. It was an odd feeling that came over Dean. The man he had looked up to for the first half of his life didn’t look anything like the man in front of him now. He was thinner than Dean remembered, his face drawn and he looked tired, weary.

“Your mom tells me you boys done good for yourselves, opened up a boxing gym. I always knew you boys would,” John spoke, a proud smile on his face.

Dean looked over at his mother as Sam was telling John all about the gym watching her carefully. She quickly excused herself, mumbling something about pie, and he followed her.

“Mom? What is this? What is he doing here?” Dean questioned her as she sliced a fresh apple pie.

“Dean,” she began with a heavy sigh, “he is your father and he wanted to see you boys.”

“Yeah, I know he is, but we don’t need this right now. Things at the gym have been going well. Y/N and I are just getting started and I don’t need his drama pulling me down,” he passed her four small plates.

“Honey, he just wants to get to know you again. You don’t have to and I can’t force you. You are an adult and capable of making your own decisions.” Mary put the knife down and placed her hands on her son’s face. “All I ask is that you take some time to think about it. Talk to your girl. I really like her, you know,” Mary told him.

“I know, Mom and I will, but I think this is going to take some getting used to, is all.” Dean added forks to the plates and picked them up. He followed his mother out of the kitchen and back to the table.

“So Dean, Sammy here tells me you got yourself a girl, a cop, huh? Ain’t that something?” John attempted to draw Dean into the conversation.

“Yeah, she is,” Dean said quietly, just as his phone buzzed in his pocket and he reached for it.

“A little rude to take a call in the middle of dinner, don’t you think?” John piped up.

“You lost the right to tell me what to do a long time ago. You want to talk about bad decisions?” Dean started losing his temper.

“Dean…” Sam started to speak, but knowing his brother, thought better of it.

“Mom, thank you for dinner, but I can’t be here right now,” Dean kissed Mary on the cheek, grabbed his jacket and walked out, the back door slamming in his wake.

~*~

“Another whiskey, please,” Dean signaled the bartender as he ordered his second drink. He knew he should return Y/N’s text or call her, but he needed to clear his head first. After fifteen years, John thought he could just walk back into their lives, just like that. Did he really think it was going to be that easy?

~*~

You woke up to your phone buzzing and wiped the sleep from your eyes to see Dean’s face light up your screen.

“Hey handsome, I was just dreaming about you,” you mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah? I was thinking about you too, Sweetheart. I am sorry I didn’t call earlier. It’s late, I should let you get back to sleep,” Dean spoke softly.

“Baby, just come over. I can tell something is on your mind. Did I ever tell you I am a good listener?” You bragged.

“Yeah, you are. Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you up,” Dean hesitated, but you could tell he wanted to.

“Of course I am sure, silly. Get your sweet ass over here, besides, I just took a nap; I can listen for hours,” you convinced him.

“Okay, I will be there in ten,” Dean replied.

It took less than ten minutes and Dean was softly knocking on your front door. You let him in and greeted him with a deep kiss, tasting the whiskey on him. You released him and lead him to the couch where you leaned into him.

“Spill it Winchester, what’s up? You don’t usually drink on a school night,” you coaxed.

“Um, ahh, my dad is out and he is, ah, in town. We had dinner with him tonight,” Dean revealed and you could see the pain in his eyes as he told you everything.

“I am so torn on what to do here, Y/N/N. I mean, yeah, he is my dad, but he isn’t the same man I knew fifteen years ago. Prison changes a person, doesn’t it? And I am definitely not the same person I was when he went away. Christ, I was only sixteen!” Dean stormed.

“Babe, it is going to take some time. He is still your father and as an adult, you get to choose whether or not you want a relationship with him. You don’t have to do this. Take it slow, take your time. You, Dean Winchester, are a patient man, so do it on your terms,” you advised.

“I am so damn happy I have you in my life. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Dean admitted to you as he wrapped one hand around the side of your face and neck, pulling you to him. His kiss was needy and salty, proof that he had been crying over the events of the day that weighed so heavily on his mind and soul.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Baby, I got you,” you breathed heavily into his mouth as you pulled away slightly. You rose, taking his hand and pulled him with you into your bedroom. It wouldn’t make it go away, but physical contact would help him to forget for the moment.

~*~

“You’re sure?” Det. Redman barked into the phone. A gun had been recovered four days after the body had been discovered and ballistics matched it, confirming it as the murder weapon. They had been waiting on prints for the past three days due to a back log.

“Yeah, I am sure, Detective. I ran it twice, just like always,” the lab tech told her and she slammed the receiver back into it’s cradle.

“Damn!” she barked at no one in particular.

“Come on Williams, that was the lab; we got a lead!” Redman told her partner as she holstered her weapon.

As they headed out to the last known address of the subject, she radioed for a patrol car to meet them.

You and Mike got the call and you called Det. Redman on her cell.

“Dawn, what’s up?” You asked as your partner navigated the busy streets, jammed with rush hour traffic.

“We got him. Prints came back as belonging to John Winchester. He served…” Dawn explained.

“Fifteen years for Involuntary Manslaughter,” you finished her sentence for her.

“Y/N, how did you know that?” Dawn was confused.

“Because he is my boyfriend’s father, he was just released and made his way here, trying to reconnect with his family,” you answered. “But, he isn’t at the address we were given. He is at Mother Mary’s, having dinner with his son, my boyfriend.”

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Day 12: Arranged marriage AU with this prompt that I found:

okay but like two friends getting married for cheaper tution like hah we are geniuses this is a fool proof plan and we are completely platonic everything is fine haha i didnt just notice how beautiful your eyes are and how soft your hair feels LOVING THIS CHEAPER TUITION EVERYTHING IS FINE

(I am SO SORRY this is late I got very carried away I like pining ok)

Kara checks her phone on the bus home and, of course, there’s a text from Melinda. That’s not weird; they text each other every day. What is weird is that it’s just a link to an article and the headline is “Get Married, Save Thousands on Tuition.”

Kara opens the article, skims it, and then replies.

??? what do u mean by this article???

I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.

it’s rly not

explain pls

Well, we both got into U of C, right?

yeah...

But I’m a California resident and you’re not. You’ll gonna be paying an extra twenty grand since you’re out-of-state. If we get legally married, you’ll count as a resident.

Kara feels her face getting hot and glances around to make sure no one is looking at her.

what r u saying

It wouldn’t be a real marriage, calm down. Just so we get tax breaks and lower tuition. I think we could even qualify for the family housing if we’re lucky. It’s way cheaper than the dorms.

wow ur moving kinda fast there

we haven’t even gone on a real date :P

Hey, I took you to see Jupiter Ascending when you were here during winter break last year!

i don’t think that counts

we got kicked out

YOU got us kicked out for laughing too loud!

Anyway, sorry if this is weird. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought it might be funny.

it is pretty funny

i gotta think about it tho

No worries. Practice starting, bye

Kara stares at her phone for a long moment, thinking. It’s not that she cares that much about marriage or thinks of it as this super important sacred symbol of love or anything. It’s something she’s thought a little more about since New Mexico legalized it when she was a freshman, and then again since the Supreme Court decision last year, but she’s in high school. The idea of falling in love and getting married is so far from her reality that she almost can’t imagine it.

Plus, it’s Melinda. Melinda is the most important person in her life - ever since they met three years ago on Tumblr, Kara’s spent hours talking to Melinda, becoming closer to her than she’s ever been to anyone else. She has friends at school (Alex, Sara, Zoe), but she’s always felt weirdly alienated from the rest of her classmates. Melinda likes to listen to her talk about Greek mythology and weapons history and all the other weird shit that most people find confusing or just too weird. Melinda makes her feel normal. So maybe marrying her best friend for a few years, and then divorcing a few years later, wouldn’t be the worst thing. Especially if the benefits are really that good.

---

Kara’s mom is weirdly supportive. “I know you and Melinda are close,” she says. “And you’re eighteen, I can’t stop you. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Be careful not to take it too seriously, okay?”

Kara hugs her mom and rolls her eyes. “I won’t, Mom,” she says. “We probably won’t even sleep in the same bed or anything.”

When she Skypes Melinda to accept her “proposal,” Melinda smirks. “I told my parents. Dad thinks it’s weird, but he likes the idea of not having to file my taxes for me. Mom lectured me for half an hour in Mandarin about and then said, ‘At least you’ll have someone to look after you, keep you out of trouble.’”

Kara giggles. “Tell her I’ll try?”

“Please. I’m the one that keeps you out of trouble,” teases Melinda. “So, I guess now we’d better figure out how courthouse weddings work. Can you come a couple days early so we can do the ceremony?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Kara nods. “We haven’t booked plane tickets or anything yet. I haven’t even really started packing.”

“Oh, and we should probably get rings. Doesn’t have to be fancy ones, just to keep up the facade. You might even be able to find something at Claire’s.”

“Yeah, I can do that. Can I stay at your place the extra couple days?”

“I’ll have to ask my parents, but probably that’s fine. They like you. As much as they like anyone, I mean.” Melinda chuckles. “I think you being a girl is helping. Mom’s never been that weird about my girlfriends, but I’m pretty sure she thinks it doesn’t really count unless I’m with a guy.”

Kara snorts and rolls her eyes. “Well, either way, it’s only four years. Then you can go off and marry a nice doctor or whatever they want you to do.”

“No, not a doctor. A lawyer. Not that I’m planning on marrying either one. Maybe not at all. You might be it.”

Kara mock-flinches. “So much pressure! I could sour you on the concept of marriage forever.”

“You could,” teases Melinda. “Okay, I have an essay to write for AP history. Later.”

“Bye,” says Kara, signing off. She has homework too, but instead of working on it she finds herself opening a new tab and going to Target’s jewelry section. Just for laughs, of course.

(The one she ends up picking out, and taking the bus to get the next day, is silver and has two curving lines that cross over each other, with a line of clear gems set into one of the lines. It sort of reminds Kara of an infinity symbol - ironic, but it’s fifteen dollars and won’t look too cheap.)

---

Neither Kara nor Melinda opt to wear white dresses to the courthouse. Melinda because Kara’s pretty sure she doesn’t own a single dress, and Kara because she doesn’t own anything white. She wears her favorite red summer dress and a sapphire necklace her mom insisted she take. Melinda wears a button-up shirt and her nice leather jacket. Kara’s starting to feel like maybe the necklace is too much, but Melinda smiles at her and says, “It brings out your eyes.” Kara says thank you and then laughs, and she’s not sure why.

They mostly spend the time waiting to be called in for the ceremony teasing each other about who’s going to do what. “I don’t bake,” Kara says, “so forget about coming home to fresh-baked cookies.”

“You should make us that pasta salad your mom gave you the recipe for, though,” Melinda says. “That sounds amazing.”

“If you rub my shoulders after dinner?”

“Deal.”

The officiant seems to take their giggly familiarity for actual romantic affection, and the ceremony takes only a few minutes. Kara expects it to feel more important than it does, but before she knows it Melinda is slipping the ring on her finger and pulling her in for a quick kiss at the end of the vows. It’s over before Kara can really absorb it’s happening.

They hold hands out of the courthouse, and Melinda grins over at her. “So,” she says. “How’s it feel?”

Kara shrugs, grinning back. “Totally normal.”

“Good,” Melinda says. “I guess maybe we should’ve practiced kissing first, but he didn’t seem suspicious.”

Kara shrugs. “I dunno. I think it was fine.” She hasn’t been kissed in a long time, not since early junior year when she and Beth broke up. She just hasn’t really had time to worry about finding anybody else.

They go get ice cream and shoot each other secret smiles. Kara eats a chunk of her coffee ice cream and stares at the little silver ring on her finger. It’ll take some getting used to.

---

They get a tiny one-bedroom apartment in the family housing complex, which is way nicer than the dorms even if it doesn’t come with furniture. Melinda’s parents help them buy a cheap bed frame and mattress. “Having only one bed saves money,” Lian May says, when May tries to protest. “And there won’t be enough room for two in this tiny place.”

Melinda makes a face at Kara behind her mother’s back, but Kara just shrugs. It’s not like she hasn’t slept in the same bed as other girls before. It’s no big deal.

There’s a ton of orientation activities for them to go to, but they end up skipping out halfway through and going home to order a pizza and watch Netflix. “I guess we could’ve said we were gonna go Netflix and chill,” teases Kara.

Melinda rolls her eyes and bumps her shoulder. “Dork.”

Kara gets a job in the admissions office, and Melinda ends up working at the on-campus gym. Classes start, and they fall into a routine. They switch off cooking every other night, except if someone has a group meeting or evening lecture and then there are usually leftovers in the fridge. They get invited to a few parties and wave at their neighbors and get pretty good at the whole acting-married thing. Kara finds that the story of how they met doesn’t actually need that much editing; people seem to find it adorable. She meets Bobbi in her intro to human biology class, who tells her about the on-campus LGBT+ society (which, apparently, had had a booth at the clubs fair that they skipped) and gives her her number to hang out later. (Kara tries not to laugh out loud; go figure the only time another queer girl’s ever given her her number, it’s in a totally platonic context.)

And then, a month and a half into the school year, Kara has to consider that she might be falling in love with her “wife.”

Or at least she definitely wants to bone her. She figures that out one night when Melinda’s taking a bath and Kara barges into the bathroom to pee (nothing new, they’ve been doing that since the first week here) and notices, holy shit, Melinda has incredible boobs.

Melinda is reading and, when she notices Kara staring, she looks at her, puzzled. “What?”

“Uh,” says Kara, quickly looking away. “Nothing. Just wondering what you were reading.”

“Just a book for European History. You alright? You seem nervous.”

“I’m fine!” Kara says, too abrupt.

(She ends up having some confusing sexy dreams that night, and luckily Melinda has an early class the next morning and she doesn’t. Once Melinda leaves, she gets herself off quickly and hopes maybe that will be the end of it. Maybe it was just her body needing an orgasm.)

(It wasn’t.)

After that, she starts noticing other things: how shiny Melinda’s hair is in the sunlight, how satisfying it is to make her laugh or smile, how strong her hands are. About a week and a half after the bath incident, Melinda offers to give her a shoulder rub and Kara’s heart starts beating so fast she’s sure Melinda can hear it. But she just nods, and it turns out Melinda’s hands are amazingly strong. Kara probably makes some embarrassing noises, but Melinda doesn’t say anything about it, just smirks and says, “Glad you’re enjoying it.”

“I’m just really tense,” mutters Kara, blushing.

“Hey, I get it. My algebra prof is being a pain in the ass and assigning a ton of homework.” Melinda smiles sympathetically at her. “Anytime you need another one lemme know, okay?”

“Th-thanks,” says Kara. “I can try to do it for you too?”

Melinda shrugs. “Sure.” She shucks off her shirt and turns her back to Kara. “You ever done this before?”

“A couple times,” says Kara, “but I don’t think my hands are as strong as yours.” She starts kneading May’s shoulder muscles anyway.

“Mm, this is fine,” hums Melinda. “Thank you.”

Kara tries really hard to do a good job, and also not to notice how soft Melinda’s skin is.

---

Finally she can’t take it anymore and texts Bobbi to meet up with her for lunch. Bobbi’s probably her closest friend on campus (besides Melinda), she can trust her with her secret.

“Hey,” Bobbi says when she arrives at Teriyaki Madness, setting down her styrofoam container full of food and sitting across from Kara. “What’s up?”

Kara purses her lips and then finally says, “It’s kind of a long story, but it has to do with me and Melinda.”

“You’re not really a couple, are you?” Bobbi asks.

Kara’s so startled all she can do is squeak, “Um.”

“Dude, I figured out you guys were faking it like the third time we all hung out together. You guys are obviously super close, but when you hold hands or hug or kiss you’re so awkward. Like, I’ve had friends that were in LDRs and when they were together you couldn’t pry them apart. Not you guys.” Bobbi raises an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m guessing you got married for tuition, right? Mad props. My last ex wanted to do that but I knew we’d end up divorced in six months.”

Kara puts her face in her hands and groans. “Is it that obvious?”

“I mean, I dunno. I’m pretty perceptive. I think probably most people aren’t thinking that much about it. But anyway, what did you wanna talk to me about? You guys okay other than, y’know, not actually being a couple?”

“Um,” says Kara. “Well.” She stares at her soda, unsure of how to say I wanna have sex with my best friend-slash-wife and also I might be falling in love with her?

Bobbi looks at her for a second. “You’re not like, in trouble, are you?”

“No, no! I mean. I’m okay, I just…” Kara swallows and then mutters “ImightbeintoherIthinkmaybe.”

At that, Bobbi laughs, then slaps a hand over her mouth. “Jeez, sorry, that was mean,” she says, but she’s still grinning. “So you, what, figured out you like her now?”

“I guess,” says Kara, eating a piece of chicken. “She’s...we’ve been best friends for three years, she’s the person I know best in the world. Maybe I should’ve seen this coming.”

Bobbi shrugs and replies, “Hey, just ‘cause you’re close with someone doesn’t mean you’re gonna wanna bone them. Izzy and I practically grew up together and I can’t imagine being into her, she’s like my sister. If I had a really hot sister, I guess. But I’m not interested in her that way. Anyway. What are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know!” says Kara. “What am I supposed to do? ‘Hey, best friend who I’m legally married to, I’m thinking maybe I actually wanna date you and not just pretend, how do you feel about that?’ That’s so weird.” She sighs. “This is stupid.”

Shaking her head, Bobbi says, “It’s not. You really just need to talk to her about it. I know it’s gonna be weird, but if she’s not into you too, then you guys can talk about you like, dating other people. Or you can come over and I’ll buy you a shitton of ice cream and we’ll watch dumb movies. Whatever you need.”

“Or I could just never say anything,” Kara says. But she makes a face and nods. “Thanks for listening.”

“Hey, no worries.” Bobbi pauses and then adds, “Listen, if she’s not down for whatever, I’m also available for a friends-with-benefits thing, if you want.” She gives Kara an exaggerated wink.

Kara snorts. “I’ll think about it.”

---

It takes Kara a week to figure out what she wants to say, and then another week to figure out the right time to say it, which means that once she’s finally gotten up the guts it’s midterms week and she and Melinda are so busy they barely see each other. Then after midterms she waits a week or two just to be sure, and then it’s the week before Thanksgiving and it would just be weird to make things weird before Thanksgiving, so she waits some more. (She ends up going home with Melinda and meeting many members of her extended family. To them, she’s just Melinda’s roommate, which is okay. It’s kind of nice to not have to pretend.)

And then it’s the holiday season.

Bobbi’s taken it upon herself to badger Kara about talking to Melinda give-or-take once a week, and by this point she’s just texting stuff like DONE YET? in all-caps. You have to tell her sometime!!!! Bobbi writes. You can’t just NOT!!!!!

u wanna bet

You’re going to die of blue balls or something!

i don’t think that’s possible, bob

and i don’t even have balls

Ok maybe not but seriously, this is ridiculous

Finally, one night they’re watching a movie and Kara blurts out, “I have to talk to you about something.”

Melinda pauses the movie and glances over at her. “What’s up? You okay?”

“Yes. No. I mean-” Kara sighs. “It’s embarrassing.”

Melinda looks even more confused. “What do you mean?”

Kara bites her lip. “I...I like you.”

“Oh.” Melinda just looks at her for a moment.

Kara’s starting to get progressively more anxious and angry with herself when Melinda adds, “Well, good, ‘cause I was trying to figure out how to tell you that I’m into you. It seemed like a bad romance novel cliche.”

Kara laughs, maybe a little hysterically. “Wait, how long have you been…?”

Melinda coughs. “This whole plan may or may not have been my way of trying to tell you.”

“Mel, oh my god! It’s been months! Why didn’t you-”

“Same reason you didn’t,” Melinda says, nudging her with her shoulder. “Too chickenshit to say something.”

“Shit,” says Kara, putting her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know - I’ve been stressing since like before Halloween about this! I told Bobbi and she’s been bugging me to tell you!”

“Oh, Bobbi knows?” Melinda snorts. “Great. So we’ll never hear the end of that.”

“Well, I usually tell you about this stuff, but I couldn’t! Oh my god.” Kara laughs again. “So I guess...now we get to figure out how to date for real?”

“I guess,” Melinda says. “You wanna make out for real?”

“Oh my god, yes.”

(Bobbi never does let them live it down. And they don’t get divorced after the four years are up.)

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