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nyx-is-missing · 4 months

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SUNSET PART 1

Or early summer!

Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)

Summary: When Cassandra gets involved in a scandal early in the day, she goes to camp early.

Warnings: men....thats all i could think of actualy.

First read this!

Part 2 is here!

Cassandra De Young

Im fucked.

That's it, that's all i can say.

I knew it as soon as my hand reached his face and stinged, as soon as i heard a camera's flash, and as soon as i stepped into my mom's apartment.

Let's just rewind a bit, okay?

My family own a big business, that you already know by now, the thing is, when they reeaally want to do business with someone they go extreme, the most common technique is to get on the good side of everyone in the family, everyone.

They research, pretend to have things in common, to like the same things, to have the same views of life, and to make it more believable they always go for the person who is closest in age with them.

Usually i dont get involved in this situations because im younger than everyone else, the only teen in the family.

The thing is, this family also had someone around my age.

A 18 year old guy.....eighteen.

Let me tell you, i really wasn't going for trouble today, i tought he may be a normal guy, just with a little money, someone i could have a conversation with, drink some coffe, laugh and go back home and think "hey, not so bad"

He.was.not.

All he could talk about is how much money his family had, where he went for winter break, his pure blood horse, that only ate (attention to this one) IMPORTED GRASS.

Overall a huge dick.

But that i could handle, i've met people like this, i could handle a shitty talk for some hours, what i could not handle was having to go through all this with his hand on my knee bellow the table.

And here i was, spending one of my last days of spring being tortured by the fates.

"You're not paying much attention to the conversation are you?" He said, and gods that accent was almost making me want to jump out of a cliff, or push him out of a cliff, both would work.

"Oh sorry i was-"

"No need to apologize, people get bored i know" Not that he did something criminal by not letting me finish my sentence but, my gods every action coming from him its making me want to die right now "Its okay, i could find some way to make you focus"

Okay, im done

"Im gonna need you to stop saying odd shit" I looked him dead in the eye with a bothered look, and by the surprised look he gave me back i was 100% sure nobody ever told him to shut up when he was saying nonsense.

"C'mon, dont be like that-" he said trying to get his hand a little but upwards, and i only realized i slapped him when i felt my hand burning.

"Oh my gods im sorry i-" And then i heard the camera flashes.

Im going to need you to imagine the scene, my hand was still up, his hand was till on his cheek, and he had a scared look in his face, as did most of the people at the fancy coffe shop.

Do i smile now? Strike a pose? This one is definetly getting front pages at every place.

I chose the safest choice, got out of that straight to my house.

No..i did not payed the bill.

The whole way home i was trying really hard to think of something to say that was not going to make my family mad, especially my grandfather, but considering whe has always mad with something, that felt like a impossible mission.

First thing i saw when i opened the door of the penthouse was my mom, standing in front of the television, and sure enough, my face was on it.

She turned to me, but before she could even say something i started to explain myself.

"Its not what it looks like mom, i swear, i didn't do it on pourpose, let me explain please-" i couldnt actually read the look on her face, but she didnt say anything, so i took that as a go ahead.

When i explained her what happened her face relaxed a bit, but not completely, and she had a look that said your grandpa is getting in my nerves because of this.

"I'll talk to your grandfather about this, but you need to know that the way you acted wasn't appropriate, there is cameras all around and you need to be careful...lets just thank the gods you didnt pulled out a dagger right?" She walked closer to me, and i knew she was trying to comfort me, its a pitty actually, i knew she didnt wanted kids when she had me, i knew how grandpa treated her when he found out, to me, it was enough that she at least tried to love me enough. "You already have your things packed to camp right? I know you have some more days of school but ill call them and tell them you are sick, its best for you to leave earlier this year, then your grandfather wont talk your ears out...you okay with that?"

"Yes mama, ill just finish packing some small things...do i leave today?" I felt her hands on my shoulders, and heard a silent im sorry.

"Yes, but dont be like that, think that you at least wont have to see the news talking about you..youll just be there, with your siblings, eating strawberies and..whatever else demigods do daily, right?"

Like i said, it is enough to me that she tries, even when she isnt great all the time, i know people who dont even have this.

I nodded and went to my room, making sure not to accidentally hit a new sculpture, placed in the corridor.

I didnt wait for her when i finished packing.

I knew she wouldnt be the one to take me there, she never is, she has things to do with the family business, its what ive always heard.

So when i got to the underground garage with my bags i automatically searched for one of the family drivers, sure enough, he was there.

He was a nice guy, but quiet, i knew that he probably had orders not to talk to the family members unless spoken to, grandpa did this with all of them, i also knew he never actually knows where hes been taking me, he takes me there almos every year, but always stops at the road in front of the forest, maybe this sad look he has on his face its because he thinks he is taking me to one of those crazy wilderness therapies as a punishment.

Granpa would absolutely do that if he hadnt had to live with a great public appearence.

"Miss? We are here" He looked at me in the rearview mirror, i only realized i had doze of when my eyes met his and i blinked. "Hold on tight, im going to help you with your luggage okay?"

"Oh..thank you mr bell" He opened the trunk, and then the back door for me, extending his hand to help me get out of the car "thank you, again"

"Sure miss, just let me take your bags out and we are all set okay?-"

Another car dor noise made us both look to the right, to find Clarisse La rue, closing a taxi door, with just one big suitcase in hand.

Now, my story with Clarisse is kind of complicated, i've met her when he were, eight i guess, her family bought some shares in the family business and we saw each other very regulaly, and ever since then everything everyone told me about her is that she is a troublesome girl, that i should stay far.

But she was the one who realized i was a demigodess, and took me straight to camp when a monster found me, and she was the one who, many times when we were little, comforted me when my family made me cry.

It seems like she forgot all of that because she never even looks at me.

If you ask her, she has never even met me at all actually.

"Clarisse, you're early"

"Cassandra, you too-"

"Cass actually, i prefer cass" i corrected her, to wich she just rolled her eyes and muffled a whatever. "Thats all you are taking? One suitcase?"

"And you are taking all that? How do you plan on walking the whole way with all that? Im assuming he wont go with you" she said looking at mr bell, and its true, he could not walk the whole way with me, and i could not walk with all that alone...fuck

"....you could help m-"

"No, dont even think about it"

"C'mon Clarisse!" She didnt even answered me this time actually. "Arent you a Ares-" i looked at the driver taking the suitcases out. "A ares...type of kid? You will pass on the oportunity to demonstrate your muscles or whatever?"

She started to walk away with a bored look, did i already said fuck?

"C'mon ill do whatever! I- i dont know.. 20 dracmas!, no?, ill help you with the cleaning duty you'll eventually have when you fuck it up? I..ill do that AND ill cure you anytime you want, everyday, no matter the time!"

She stopped walking.

Yes! I knew it, one of the many problems clarisse had its that she likes to go out at night to train alone, and when she gets hurt she cant ask anyone to help her, because she would get caught

"Give me those suitcases already and shut up-" she was interrupted by a very happy me hugging her.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouclarisse!"

I felt her hands on my arms and realized she was going to push me away, so i took a step back

"Geez Clarisse, you could've just told me to back off, dont be like that... just take these and ill take those"

I said pointing to the suitcases, and saying goodbye to mr bell.

Can i already welcome summer and his crazy energy? No? Okay.

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

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jaehunnyy · 1 year

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The sound of our tied souls

Genre: soulmate!au, rockstar!au, kinda enemies-to-lovers but not really, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: rockstar!San x fem!reader (feat. reader's best friend x Mingi)

Warnings: swear words (quite a lot), time-skip, kind of a bad guy attitude—San's a bit of a jerk at the beginning but he has a character development :), soulmate rejection, mentions of some jealous fans, kinda slow-burn, one kiss, possible grammar mistakes

A/N: this oneshot is part of @sungbeam's soulmate collab, which i was so proud to be part of; thanks for the opportunity, love 🤍

You got woken up by that annoying song again, your beauty sleep being thrown away for the rest of the night—cause it seemed like your soulmate had no sleeping schedule. You couldn't understand how he could listen to this all the time, you often wondered if his hearing was still intact—cause the loud growl of what seemed to be an electric guitar could surely manage to make you deaf by now.

You have first discovered your soulmate bond after your 16th birthday, when you began hearing rock music everyday. Everyone was talking about how sweet their marks were: a tattoo with the letter of their significant other's name, a highlight in their hair matching their future partner's color, and the list could go on. You, on the other hand, had to struggle with listening to something you absolutely despised, without thinking that your soulmate returned the same feeling to your music choice. With a mischievous smile on your face, you made your way to your piano, starting to play one of your favorite songs. God, if only you knew how frustrated your soulmate got.

"San, you messed up again! Can you fucking focus?" Hongjoong, the leader of their group, Guerrillas, shouted, watching as the culprit lowered his head.

"I can't, Joong. I can't, because all I hear right now is Für Elise, and it messes my head up!" he shouted too, pulling his hair back in frustration.

The others looked at each other with confused looks; was there something they didn't know? Without actually meaning to, Mingi bursted into laughter, leading Wooyoung to chuckle as well.

"Since when do you listen to classical music?" he asked San, smirking playfully.

"I don't. That thing you call soulmate does."

"You're hearing what your soulmate listens to?!" Wooyoung exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock.

"Yeah. But you know I'm not into this shit of yours, so let's get back to practice. I'll try and focus." he simply said, taking his guitar again, the strap attached to it hugging his torso perfectly.

Seonghwa shrugged and signaled the others to start playing, their practice session blooming once again. You could swear that he'd never played music that loud before; it felt like a competition between the two of you, and you smiled at the thought of having him so frustrated. You didn't know who he was nor how he looked, but you were ready to make his life a living hell, as much as he had started to turn yours into one.

At one point, the music stopped and you managed to sleep a bit, but it was way too little for your liking. You woke up at the sound of your doorbell, your best friend standing behind the wooden door.

"You won't believe what my boyfriend got me!" she said as soon as you opened the door, barging into your house like it was her own.

"Do I wanna know?" you sighed, thinking that your best friend's excitement meant chaos.

"He got me two tickets at his band's concert! We're gonna see the Guerrillas!" she jumped, pulling the two golden-like tickets from her pocket.

She and Mingi—her soulmate, met a while ago, and since then, she was always talking about him and how much their music grew on her. She must have been so happy now, that her world had finally earned its colors. Her and Mingi's soulmate mark consisted of seeing the world in black and white, until the two of them met. You still remembered how fast they agreed on becoming a couple, and you still wondered how they made it work so well. You knew how proud she was of her boyfriend, mainly because it was the third time she was trying to convince you to go with her, thinking that it would be, somehow, her lucky chance.

"There's no way I'm going to a rock concert." you protested, crossing your arms.

"There's no way I'll leave you alone until you say yes." she smirked, shoving one of the tickets in your jacket.

Nice try, you thought, before taking a moment to actually read the information on the ticket. How bad could it be, after all? Maybe, in this way, you could find more about your soulmate's favorite genre of music. You also thought it was maybe an occasion to meet Mingi's friends; you knew he was in the college's rock band, though you've never met them in this formula.

"Fine. I'm only doing it for Mingi's effort to get you these." you said coldly, side-eyeing your friend when she gave you a bear hug; it was gonna be a long week.

While the two were already making plans for the big day, the boys took a break from their intense practice session, starting to talk about whatever traveled their mind while drinking a can of energy drink. San was absent from their conversation, fidgeting with his calloused fingers, the effort of always trying to hit the right strings showing. The thought of having a soulmate was really burdening him, he didn't want to spend his energy searching for someone he didn't even want to meet. Little San would probably be disappointed, because all he has ever wished for was to grow up and meet his other half. Arts student San, though? He didn't need anything else as long as he had his guitar by his side; a capo and some sheet music could easily solve his problems. But he couldn't stand the thought of someone constantly hearing the feelings he tried expressing through music; it made him feel vulnerable, like he had no personal space anymore.

"San, do you agree with the outfits we've decided on?" Jongho asked, looking curiously at the way too quiet boy.

"Huh… yeah, sure, sounds great." he replied, avoiding the way Yunho raised his eyebrow at his reply.

"You didn't pay attention," he sighed, before adding some other words: "Something's definitely bothering you, so talk to us."

"Is it because of your soulmate? Why don't you just search for her?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the way the elder tensed. "It should stop after you meet, right?"

"Meeting her means that I have to be committed, and I don't want to commit to her." he spat, putting emphasis on not wanting to do so, and without bothering to spare his friends the slightest glance, he just took his things and left them speechless, in the middle of the studio.

The week passed fastly, the not-so-wanted (by a certain someone, 'cause the whole college actually went crazy for it) concert finally coming to life. The boys were backstage, trying to memorize their lines or chords for the last time. You and your friend would be late though; because she couldn't let you wear the clothes you would usually wear.

"I can't believe you want to wear a coat to a rock concert," she sighed, slightly amused by your antics. "They cover songs like Smells Like Teen Spirit, Sweet Child O' Mine and more, and they will most likely sing their own songs as well. This isn't Antonio Vivanti."

You let out an offended scoff, grabbing the leather jacket she was trying to put on you and wearing it, despite the ick the weird material was giving you. "And it's Vivaldi, by the way. Pay respect!"

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon, or else we will be late!"

Luckily for her (‘cause you tried to lose as much time as you could), you arrived just when they settled on stage, greeting the ones who came to see them. You couldn't say you weren't a bit jealous whenever you saw the way her and Mingi looked at each other—because it did something to you. But you were scared of being rejected, pretty sure that the soulmate thing wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Your thoughts were brushed off by the loud sound made by the mix of instruments, making you flinch, to your friend's amusement. Not being able to sneak outside because of her hand constantly holding yours, you decided that the least you could do was to pretend you were enjoying it. The others seemed to have fun too, even the boys, who really owned the stage—until something stole the show. San was taken aback by the way his in-ears worked—or so he thought. The same song they were performing was playing in a faded but bothering way in his ears, making him look at the others with a questionable look. He then made a few gestures to the staff, waiting for the song to stop so he could go and see what was wrong. Hongjoong looked at him worriedly while still focused on his bass, meanwhile Mingi almost messed up while playing the drums.

"We will be back in a few minutes, wait for us, okay?" Jongho screamed, hoping to keep the audience busy for a bit, while the others went to see what was wrong with San; their mics weren't off, though.

"There's nothing wrong with your in-ears, San. They work perfectly," the staff informed him, a few curse words leaving his mouth.

"What if your soulmate is at the concert, San?" Yeosang asked innocently, almost like a joke—though the younger boy freezed in his place.

The audience went crazy; some fangirls gasped and started to whisper several things about San's potential soulmate, meanwhile some of them had the same reaction as San. Some of them even started to run, looking suspiciously at every single girl they saw. "San has a soulmate?", "God, what did she do in her past life?", and so many other phrases that made you scoff. Who was this San and why was he so popular? The influence of his jealous fans spreaded through the whole venue, making the staff finally notice their mics and turn them off, though it was too late—the fuss was already created.

"I don't think that's the case—" Seonghwa tried to protest, but San stopped him.

"I think that's exactly the case." San looked at them, before throwing his in-ears somewhere. "What should we do now? I don't want to perform anymore."

"Then… let's wrap it up." Hongjoong sighed, before going back on stage. "Due to some unfortunate events, we need to stop here, darlings. Don't worry, we will come back soon!" He bowed and left the stage, leaving the fans high and dry. In other circumstances, nothing could have made him leave the stage that easily; he would have found a solution. But seeing how messed up his friend was, it made him want to try and understand him, he was going through a quite special phase, after all.

"I will go ask Mingi about what happened, do you want to come?" your friend asked, though your answer didn't even matter, she was already dragging you after her.

She greeted her boyfriend and the others as if they knew each other since forever, asking them about what was wrong.

"San hears whatever his soulmate is listening too, and he has only told us a few days ago," Mingi said, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist.

Your eyes widened at what he said, but you decided to keep composure—maybe it was just a coincidence.

"And she is into classical music, it's so frustrating. Why would she come to our concert?" San snapped, ignoring the guest his friend's soulmate brought.

It all made sense to you then. You probably didn't realize the music coming from him because you tried to enjoy the new experience, but it made sense. The two-tone haired boy, the arrogant San everyone was talking about was standing in front of you—moreover, he was your soulmate; and he didn't seem too happy with the idea of being bonded to someone.

"Who's the lady next to you?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the need to make you feel implied in the discussion.

"She's Y/N, I dragged her here with me," your friend laughs awkwardly. "She's not a fan, but Mingi got me two tickets so I made use of them."

"Oh! Do you happen to hear rock music sometimes?" Wooyoung asked, smirking playfully.

"Uhm… no, sorry." you said, looking at San, who was already looking suspiciously at you. He was really arrogant, you wished to be able to reject him, but he seemed to do it first.

"Even if she was, I told you guys I don't care. My soulmate can go search for another one." he said, before leaving them, once again. You were the next one to leave, not even caring about the possibility of giving your little secret away.

Even after a few days, you couldn't deny the emptiness you felt the moment you were indirectly rejected by your soulmate—it was definitely noticeable, somewhere in your heart. It was safe to say San didn't feel as good as he thought he would either, even when he rejected the one he was assigned to live his whole life with on purpose. He figured out it was you, because he stopped hearing the once annoying music; but he missed it. And the news about his soulmate was spread in the whole college as well, not helping at all; they were making even the outsiders interested in the tea going on.

"I'm tired of this shit, guys. I won't come to practice today."

Hongjoong looked at him once again, nodding, not knowing exactly how to comfort his friend in this situation, words long forgotten. San started to walk in the direction of where the studio was, his ears filling with the melodious sound of a piano playing. Like it was a habit of his, his legs guided him to the door, which he cracked open, just to reveal you playing the piano. Your fingers moved skillfully along the piano keys, Debussy's Clair de Lune resonating beautifully in the room. The sweet melody managed to comfort him somehow; he didn’t know if it was the calming nature of the song or the closure he was supposed to have with you, but he felt relaxed, listening peacefully until the painful silence started to bother him. He then took the matters into his own hands—in such a San way.

"You’ve got some skills, soulmate," he said, his lips stretching into a little smile, though a little dimple made its appearance still.

You got a bit surprised by his presence, but stopped what you were doing, to return a small smile and answer him.

"Thank you. I guess you do too."

"Was that Beethoven?" he asked curiously, sitting on the chair in front of the piano, next to you.

"Claude Debussy, but A for effort," you said, smiling at his attempt.

A wave of silence spread across the room, before you decided to break it: "We got off to a bad start, but we can still repair it. I'm Y/N," you said, sticking your hand out to him.

He grabbed it, shaking it softly. "I'm San, nice to meet you again." He waited for another reaction of yours, but seeing that you didn't plan on saying anything else, he made the next step: "Let's be friends."

You spent most of the day with him, sharing tips and talking about your opposite passions—though it was well known that opposites attract. Now, that you've gotten to know him a bit better, you could say he was more than just an arrogant guy.

One month passed since your first interaction with your soulmate, and you would have never expected that there would be more; yet here you were, watching as he excitedly got two tickets from his pocket.

"You're invited to our concert tonight! My treat this time, for you and our friend." he winked, handing the same golden-like tickets to you.

"I'll be there, Sannie." you smiled, giving him a side hug before running to your class. He smiled softly, not believing the effect love could have on him.

Furthermore, tonight's stage would be an important one for him; it could mean accomplishment or failure, but he was still willing to try. The boys found him smiling like an idiot—but they enjoyed it, they could tease him about how a certain someone made him change. He never failed to amaze them, but someone definitely brought the best in him. He watched as the boys looked at him, his freshly dyed hair glowing nicely into the dim lights. His hands were covered in a pair of fingerless mesh gloves, fingers full of rings, while his t-shirt was nicely tucked in his leather pants. Some chains were dangling on his neck and waist, and a fake lip ring laid on his lower lip, completing the rockstar look he opted for.

"Where's San and what have you done with him?" Yeosang joked, entertaining the other seven boys in the room.

"Shut up, Sang. Are you ready?" Seonghwa asked, taking his mic and retouching the last details for tonight's show.

"Never been more ready." San smiled, taking his guitar and being the first one to get on stage.

"Hello guys, thank you for coming today too!" Wooyoung exclaimed, getting ready to perform at his best.

You and your friend were somewhere in the front row, singing along with the other fans who came to see the eight boys. You were bouncing with her, enjoying the genre you softly became addicted to, but it was surely an influence San had on you. You didn't know what happened to you, but you still had hope, that maybe something would change his mind. Suddenly, the culprit's voice was heard in the whole venue, catching your attention and making you stop whatever you were doing.

"As you all know, one month ago, I met my soulmate at the concert we held in the same place. I'd like her to join me here, please, Y/N?" he smiled, gesturing for you to get on stage, next to them.

You looked confusedly at your friend, who pushed you in the direction of the stage, playing their game. You got there, finding yourself in front of the crowd and waving awkwardly at them, not expecting to hear their loud screaming.

"I know I was a bit of a douchebag at the beginning, and that was definitely not the way you wanted us to meet. I messed up, but I hope you can forgive me."

The fans cheered up louder, while a big smile found its way to your face, making the boy's lips stretch into one as well.

"I know I rejected you at the beginning, but let me try to fix things. I hope it's not too late," he laughed softly, before continuing: "Have you started your looking for another soulmate project yet?"

You burst into laughter, nodding as no a few times. His cheeks got colored in a crimson red tone, and you could swear you've never seen anything cuter than a shy rockstar.

"Can I have the chance of being the lucky one, then?" he asked and watched as your expression changed, nervousness noticeable in his voice as well.

"I thought you considered yourself unluck—" Wooyoung interrupted, but Jongho was fast to cover his mouth and prevent him from saying anything else. "You're screwing the moment, Woo." he said, mouth still pressed on his older friend's mouth.

You laughed at their antics, taking the mic from San's hand.

"As much as you've annoyed me, I still like you, Choi San. I always did, which is why I would actually love to give you this chance."

As soon as you finished your romantic little speech, he cupped your face, pressing his lips on yours softly. The fans went crazy, cheering and jumping as the two of you sealed the promise of loving each other forever with a soft kiss.

"With these being said, I'd like to announce the title of our next album, entitled The sound of our tied souls!" Yunho said, making the night of every single soul attending that concert, the stars shining even brighter above their heads.

You pressed your forehead on San's, admiring his beauty while your noses rubbed lovingly against each other's. The road you had to walk on to find your soulmate was a tough one, but looking back on it, you wouldn't want it another way; you were too excited for your future with your other half—the arrogant boy you started to love, the one destined to be eternally yours.

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jim-bones-spock · 5 months

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LOVE AND OTHER PICKLES, a BabeRoe fic for @mutantmanifesto for the #hbowarsanta23

Hello there, @mutantmanifesto! It's me, your secret santa. I had so much fun writing this little fic for you, I truly hope you enjoy it :') I had a blast being your secret santa this year and I wish you all the best for this holiday season!

Title: Love and other pickles

Raiting: T

Pairings: Baberoe with a side of Webgott and cameo by the ever amazing Chuck Grant

Summary: When Babe's takeout meal gets mistakenly stolen by someone in his building, the young man doesn't have any other choice than to start a passive agressive post-it note war on the bulletin board for everyone to see. The thing is: he didn't expect someone to actually answer...

Tags: Modern AU, enemies to friends to lovers, kinda enemies, gratious mentions of pickles and smoked meat sandwhiches, holiday fun, HBOwarsanta23, secret santa

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52501954

Or read in its entirety below the cut!

LOVE AND OTHER PICKLES

Babe didn’t know he could get this angry over a pickle.

As in, a literal pickle. A perfect sour pickle, crunchy and heavenly in its vinegar distribution. The perfect balance to his takeout meal he had ordered, a rich smoked meat sandwich, filled to the brim with tender meats and dijon mustard.

The only bright part of his day, which, Babe thought, was depressingly telling of the state of his mental health.

Looking down sadly at his sandwich container, neatly placed by the delivery guy right by his mailbox, Babe couldn’t believe this was happening. His shoulder sagged, his eyes closed.

“What the hell took you so long?” said the ever-annoyed voice of Joe Leibgott right behind him.

“My pickle,” Babe whispered, his sadness slowly morphing into indignation.

Babe could physically feel Joe wrinkling his nose. “Hey, man, gross. Don’t talk about that stuff,”

“No, it’s… The restaurant forgot my pickle,” frowned Babe. “They never do, usually. They even put it in a little separate box and everything.”

Joe looked inside Babe’s bag and looked up, his deadpan delivery mastered. “Why would you want pickles with Chinese food? Is that a new thing kids do these days?” he added, as if he weren’t only two years older than Babe.

Now fully confused, Babe looked down at his bag. “Chinese food? I ordered a smoked meat sandwich!”

Joe shrugged. “Looks like someone from another apartment took your order by mistake. I wouldn’t blame them, honestly.” Joe pointed at the multiple food delivery bags, all waiting in front of their respective mail box’s apartment numbers. “I mean, look at the mess here! We can barely walk, it’s like a minefield of cold hamburgers.”

“But… We have a system,” Babe complained, waving in the general direction of the lobby. “People can’t just… take whatever they want and not check their bags!”

Joe sighed, a clear sign for Babe that he was already done with this conversation. He looked at his nails as he offered his measly sympathy. “Maybe they were as tired as we are. Maybe they were evil and took yours just to spite you. Now, stop whining,” said Joe, as if he weren’t the biggest whining baby of all time, “just eat the stranger’s food. We have to finish the presentation before tomorrow or else Nixon’s gonna have our skins.”

Babe grumbled under his breath. They did have to work late, hence the delivery at his condo and he and Joe working until probably midnight and then some. Still, Babe could not shake the pettiness growing inside of him like a vine. The feeling was familiar. His friends called it Babe’s Petty Principles.

As soon as Joe left after a tiring evening of crunching numbers and deciphering numerous Excel documents, Babe, half manic with fatigue, took a sharpie pen, his trusty post-it notepad and wrote down a few lines, what he thought would send a clear message.

Taking the elevator down, he stepped into the empty lobby. Sticking the post-it note on the bulletin board for all to see, he smirked. Ah. That’ll show them.

To the pickle thief - how dare you!!!! I was looking forward to that pickle all day. Shame on you. That smoked meat sandwich was mine.

Contented, Babe then went to sleep, unaware of the ridiculous set of events he had just put into motion.

The next day saw him awake around seven. Sure enough, Babe went on with his routine, the thief almost out of his mind. With breakfast and coffee down the hatch, he dressed in his usual gray suit, white shirt and black tie, put on his winter coat and made his way down to catch his bus headed downtown.

As he opened the front door of his building, letting in a cold December wind that ruffled his amber hair, Babe stopped dead in his tracks. From the corner of his eye, he could spot a bright blue post-it on the bulletin board. As the pickle incident came thundering back into his mind, Babe remembered distinctively using a yellow post-it note. Which could only mean one thing.

The thief had answered.

Retreating back into the warmth of the lobby, Babe hurried to the board. Instead of his chicken scratch, there was a new note written in neat and elegant cursive. Babe could only gawk at the response.

To the weirdo who likes pickles: why.

I threw the pickle away. Also, the sandwich was okay, although there was too much salt for my liking.

Signed: the pickle thief

Babe audibly scoffed as he ripped the post-it from the bulletin board. How… dare the thief write that! The smoked meat sandwich was deliciously salty and the… The pickle! In the garbage? Unacceptable!

Babe saw red, his cheeks heating up as they usually do under stress.

“Oh yeah?” he muttered, crumpling the note in his fist. “We’ll see, then, pickle thief. We’ll see who will have the last laugh.”

As he ruminated on the bus, dark snow clouds literally hanging above his head, it dawned on Babe that he was taking this way too seriously. That it could happen to anyone, mixing up delivery bags.

Then, the image of his dear pickle in the trash came back to him in a flash. Babe sighed.

He knew himself pretty well, after almost thirty years of living in his own head. He knew that he didn't have a choice.

He'll take this way too far and win the post-it war. He had to.

As soon as came back home after a tiring day, Babe took the yellow note with the message he had carefully crafted during his lunch hour out of his pocket and pinned it right where the rude answer had been.

To the pickle thief,

Your crimes will be punished. How dare you throw away a poor innocent pickle. I should call 911 on you!!!! Poor small, innocent pickle! I will have revenge.

I am vengeance.

Now fully certain he had the last word, Babe was actually surprised to see a new post-it the next morning as he made his way through the lobby. Whoever was answering, they must be working nights, because Babe never saw a glimpse of anyone in the mornings, nor around five in the afternoon when he came back tired and hungry from the office.

This time was no different: a blue post-it note waiting, mocking him from afar. Babe hurried to the board, almost dropping his case in the process of tearing the offensive bit of paper from the wall.

Calm down, Batman. You seem a little obsessed over the pickle. Are you having pickle problems on your side?

Signed,

The pickle thief who recommends you get checked out.

Babe knew exactly what to answer. Without hesitation, he dug in his bag for his post-its and scribbled the answer leaning on the board itself, his tongue sticking out of his mouth for better focus.

Wow, that’s rich, coming from a guy (I guess?) who can’t even read the numbers of the apartments right! You can’t just take anything in front of you and call it Chinese food.

We. Have. A. SYSTEM. The world would crumble if we can’t get our orders straight!!!!

Triumphantly sticking the note to the board, Babe turned to the elevators, only to see his next door neighbor, Chuck, waiting in front of the reflective doors, his usual calm expression now puzzled. Babe waved as he walked closer.

“Hey, Chuck! How’s it going, man?” Babe asked, eyeing the already pushed button to call the elevator.

“It’s… I’m fine, thank you,” answered Chuck, still looking curiously over Babe’s shoulder at the board displaying his passive-aggressive note. “Uhm, Babe… What were you doing?”

Babe chuckled, his face heating up. “Oh, it’s nothing, really,” he answered, pushing the button a couple of times just in case it would help the elevator come down faster. “Just a pickle issue.”

Feeling Chuck’s stare on the side of his face, Babe kept his gaze carefully averted, scratching his head and scrunching his nose as he prayed for the doors to open.

“You’re having… pickle issues?” Chuck repeated. Judging by the tone of his voice, Babe was right to avoid his eye.

“No, no, not like that, jeez, why does everybody…” Babe trailed off with another nervous chuckle, scratching his nose. “I mean, someone took my delivery meal ‘by accident’”, he added, air quotes and all, “and now we’re having a friendly conversation over it.”

Silence.

“Through the bulletin board," Babe added, voice weak, "with post-it notes.”

It took a long few seconds for Chuck to process the information.

“Oh,” he eventually said, his deadpan delivery as Chuck as could be. “So it’s a Babe’s Petty Principle kind of thing. I see.”

The elevator finally dinged, the doors sliding open in front of them.

“You know what, I’ll take the next one,” said Babe, looking down. “I… forgot something in my car.”

Chuck nodded and entered the cabin. “I hope you win,” his neighbor said, “but don’t get that poor guy kicked out of the building for a pickle.”

“It was a very good pickle!” Babe shouted at the closing doors, as Chuck’s laugh echoed in the lobby.

In the reflection of the doors, Babe could see his cheeks were as red as his hair. He sighed, and pushed the button calling the elevator again.

I’m a new guy (confirmed) here. I didn’t know the “SYSTEM”. I do know how to read though, and you don’t need that many exclamation points when you write.

-Pickle thief

Babe grabbed the latest note absentmindedly that morning, reading it on the bus. Rolling his eyes and crumpling the paper in his coat pocket, Babe arrived at the office and headed straight for his post-it notes. Before he even opened his emails or removed his coat, Babe was furiously scribbling.

I’ll write as many as I want, new guy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then, blindly grabbing another post-it note, he covered it in exclamation points. Finally satisfied, he rolled back his office chair, looking up and nearly tipping over when he realized Joe Liebgott was watching him from above, leaning on the dividing wall between their cubicles. Even though Joe didn’t physically roll his eyes, Babe knew he was doing it in spirit.

“Back at it again with the passive aggressive notes, I see,” Joe trailed off, smirking.

Babe shrugged, discarding his coat on the back of his chair and turning his work laptop on. “The guy keeps answering ,” he muttered, half amused and half annoyed that Joe could read him so well.

“Look like you found your match,” Joe pointed out, glancing down on his side of the wall to grab his coffee mug and slowly sipping the hot liquid. His friend wiggled his eyebrows, much to Babe’s dismay.

Babe groaned. Just as he began praying for something, anything to wipe the smug expression off his friend’s face, he glimpsed David Webster, accountant extraordinaire, strolling in behind Joe, his expression furious.

Thank you, Lord, Babe thought as he assessed Webster’s level of anger to be a solid seven out of ten.

“Looks like yours found you ,” he said, smirking as Joe’s eyes widened.

“Liebgott,” Webster snapped, right on cue, “how many times do I have to tell you to file your reports before the due date?”

Closing his eyes only for a moment, Joe turned to face his work nemesis, as Babe liked to call Webster, who, when not in presence of Liebgott, was actually a very decent guy, albeit sometimes a little arrogant.

“Webster, it’s eight in the fucking morning,” Joe snapped back, and Babe settled in his chair, thankful for a distraction this early in his work day.

Webster scoffed. “I can read the time, thank you very much. I was here at six this morning, because of you, fixing your mistake so that the company wouldn’t implode .”

Leigbott put down his coffee mug, raising his eyebrows to give Webster a snarky once-over. “Not my fault you have nothing else to do in the mornings. You probably sleep in a suit, waiting to go to work.”

“I don’t sleep in a suit, you know very well that I sleep in- '' Webster started, before shutting his mouth very fast, his cheeks reddening.

What? thought Babe, watching Joe’s eyes dart over to him and back to Webster.

“Anyway , that’s not the point,” Webster continued, flustered. “I need you to make copies of this document and go give them to Nixon, because I’m not taking the fall for your incompetence.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Babe watched them leave, their steps angry, but their expressions… almost eager? Babe blinked, shutting down the thought. He hadn’t had his coffee this morning yet. He wasn’t ready for the truth. He decided to wait for his friend to come back, but not before shamelessly stealing Joe’s mug off his desk and taking a few sips.

If his hypothesis was true, Joe would owe him much more than one coffee.

For starters, therapy.

Alright, this is getting out of hand. Sorry for the pickle, won’t happen again.

Signed: pickle thief, over and out.

“Well, now I feel bad,” Babe told Joe after showing him the last post-it the next morning at work. “Maybe I pushed too far.”

Joe shrugged in his office chair, handing the post-it back. “Nah. It’s good, you won. You got it out of your system.”

Frowning, Babe leaned on the cubicle wall and gave Joe a sarcastic look. “Like you got Webster out of your system?”

Joe’s smile was all teeth. “Twice last night, I got him out of my system.”

Babe groaned. “Joe, come on! Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing him?”

Shrugging again, Joe leaned back In his chair. “Dunno. Didn’t think it would be a recurring thing until it was.”

“So are you… official?” asked Babe, folding the post-it in his pocket.

Liebgott smiled again, this time a little more genuine. “I guess, yeah.” Then he seemed to remember where he was, because he snickered. “I won’t tell him, though, and I'll complain that he forgot our anniversary in a month. That’ll drive him mad.”

Babe kicked him lightly in the shins. “Hey. Be nice. Webster’s a catch, actually. Don’t know how he fell for your ugly mug.”

Liebgott sighed. “Yeah, me neither.”

A pensive silence fell on the two friends. Wanting to lighten the mood, Babe nudged Joe’s shin again. “You know he actually went to Harvard?”

“Webster went to Harvard? No, really? He never mentioned it before,” Joe answered, completely deadpan, while Babe barked a laugh.

“You really should write to the pickle thief if it’s that important to you, you know," Joe eventually said after a few hours of serious work. "Maybe invite him somewhere to make peace, or whatever.”

“Yeah, maybe," Babe said, his mood immediately picking up "Thanks, Joe, that’s actually a great idea."

“I am smart most of the time, you know,” Joe muttered, sighing dramatically.

I’m sorry, man, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Let me make it up to you.

Sandwich shop, this saturday, seven o’clock. My treat. I’ll be wearing a blue sweater.

-E. Heffron

The bell jingled and Babe’s head shot up for the tenth time since he sat down at a quarter to seven. Thirty minutes later, no sign of his pickle thief. This time it was a family making their way to the counter, the children running around happily while the father gave their order.

i dont think he’s gonna show , Babe texted Joe, frowning.

Joe’s answer came swiftly. Just wait. Maybe he was busy stealing other pickles.

Babe decided that he would wait until eight, to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. He ordered another coffee and sighed, scrolling on his phone.

Around seven thirty, the door opened once more. This time, Babe almost didn’t look up, engrossed in an online quiz about which Hunger Games character he was. Glancing up, he saw a man scanning the restaurant, then zoning in on Babe, his fierce eyes as focused as a hawk. The man looked down at his blue sweater, then started to approach.

Babe gulped.

While the guy walked towards him, Babe had time to detail him. Green, almost hazel eyes, dark hair as jet black as the night sky in January, pointy nose with the tip reddened by the cold outside, and the most attractive set of features Babe had ever seen on a man completed the portrait.

His face was as sharp as it was delicate, his strong cheekbones making him look straight out of Babe’s favorite tv dramas. A light stubble covered his cheeks, and as he walked even closer, Babe cringed as he realized the man was frowning deeply. Something in Babe suggested that this was probably his neutral expression, but Babe couldn't count on wishful thinking.

The stranger took his last steps towards Babe, who started to really panic. His pale skin and the dark circles under his eyes suggested someone who probably rarely got out. Then again, Babe had the same matching set of dark circles, so perhaps the guy was working in a soul-sucking office too.

The man wore a long black coat made of wool, unbuttoned, and when he finally stopped right in front of the table, Babe could make out dark blue scrubs underneath. Ah. Not an office worker then, maybe more like a doctor, or a nurse.

Great. Babe antagonized someone who helped others on the daily. Nothing to calm his anxious conscience.

They stared at each other in tense silence for what seemed like an eternity. Babe maintained eye contact, trying to decide if it was normal to be slightly aroused by the intensity of the man in front of him, while being terrified of his scowling.

“Heffron?” the man asked after eyeing him as Babe did to him not a minute ago.

His voice was raspy and Babe was delighted to hear a Cajun accent, hidden beneath the layers of animosity the man seemed to radiate towards him.

“Y-Yes, that’s me. Uhm. Please, sit down,” said Babe, willing his voice not to waver.

The man seemed to think about it, then sat in the booth in front of Babe, stiff as a stick. They sat in silence, Babe’s face hotter by the minute. He felt so warm, from awkwardness and panic, the only image his brain conjured was the Wicked Witch melting at the end of W izard of Oz.

“So,” Babe said after clearing his throat. “Uhm. Pickle thief.”

“Eugene Roe, actually. Pickle thief was my father,” Eugene Roe said with an absolutely deadpan delivery that made something in Babe’s stomach flip.

“Right. The famous mister pickle,” Babe joked lamely.

Then, something incredible happened. Eugene's expression softened, like he thought Babe’s line was actually a little funny, but wouldn’t let it show. It gave Babe a little courage. Maybe this wouldn’t be so disastrous after all.

“Look,” Babe breathed out as Eugene kept looking at him, “I’m gonna say it right now: I’m sorry I was a jerk through post-it notes.”

Babe swallowed before continuing, keeping to the little speech he prepared and practiced to a supportive Chuck Grant last night. “I shouldn’t have snapped, it wasn’t fair to you. It was a Babe’s Petty Principle situation and it shouldn’t have escalated like that, so, uh… Yeah.”

Beyond embarrassed, Babe grabbed his empty coffee cup, nervously tapping the sides with his short nails. “Sorry,” he added again, wincing.

Eugene blinked, the first sign that he heard anything Babe had just said.

“Babe?” he asked, his frown deepening.

“Yeah?”

“No, I mean… Your name is Babe? Babe Heffron?” Eugene asked again, his puzzled expression doing unfortunate things to Babe’s stomach.

“No, uh… My name is Edward, but everybody calls me Babe,” he explained, feeling a familiar blush creep up to his ears. “I’m the youngest of my friend group.”

“Ah. I see,” Eugene said slowly. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “No way I’m calling you Babe.”

“But you just did,” Babe contered, smirking.

Eugene gave him a dark look. Oops. Why was it so attractive? Babe’s stomach felt like it was on a rollercoaster of contradicting feelings.

“So anyway, sorry. Again. I thought you wouldn’t show up,” Babe said, while Eugene flagged down the waiter.

“I just came out of a shift at the hospital, actually. I came straight here when I saw the board,” Eugene casually explained. “Hi,” he added when the waiter came over. “We’ll have two smoked meat sandwiches, pickles for both. Thank you.”

The waiter nodded and disappeared behind the counter. Babe watched as Eugene removed his coat, revealing a small, but strong frame.

“So… You’re a doctor?” asked Babe, desperate to hear Eugene’s drawl in any way possible.

“Surgeon,” Eugene clarified. “You?”

Babe sighed. “Marketing. I mostly do Excel spreadsheets that nobody looks at after. Exciting work.”

Eugene shrugged, his expression once again softening. “S’not bad. What else do you like to do, except antagonize perfect strangers in your building?”

Babe smiles sheepishly. “I only antagonize the doctors in my building, actually.”

The smallest smile undid the frown on Eugene’s face. “I see.”

“I'm actually a boring person,” continued Babe, eyeing the waiter as he got out of the kitchen balancing two plates on his arm.

“Someone who has a catchphrase for his… what was it again? Petty principles? That’s not boring to me,” shrugged Eugene, just as the waiter stopped by them and delivered their orders. They both nodded in thanks as he walked away.

“My friends coined it. I can be… I mean, principles are important,” Babe said, waving his hands around, intent on being the most humble he could be.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re going to give me your pickle again,” said Eugene, his eyes now twinkling with a light Babe was enchanted to see.

Oh, he wanted to play it like that, uh? Alright. Babe could play.

“No way,” he answered, placing a protective hand over his plate, “ you owe me a pickle, mister.”

Eugene frowned, but this time Babe could tell it was fake, which made his heart miss a beat.

“What about the emotional damage I had to endure? I demand reparation,” Eugene said, crossing his arms on his chest.

“But you don’t even like pickles. You threw the other one away!” countered Babe, now genuinely confused.

Eugene scratched at his cheek to hide his mouth. “I might have lied about that.”

Laughing, Babe threw his hands in the air. “I knew it! I knew nobody in their right mind could say no to a delicious pickle with a smoked meat sandwich.”

“So… Can I have yours?” Eugene said after Babe dropped his arms.

Babe dramatically sighed. “I see only one way of settling this. We’ll split the pickle. How ‘bout that?”

Eugene pretended to think about it. “Yes, that would be satisfactory.” He extended his arm so that Babe would shake his hand above their plates. “Shake on it? From now on, we’ll always split the pickle.”

Babe eagerly took Eugene’s hand. It was firm and dry, and Babe had to make his brain shut up about the other things Babe would like to see Eugene’s hands do.

“Agreed.”

They shared a smile, Eugene’s first real smile since he stepped in the restaurant. Babe was glad, a million pounds off his shoulders.

Reluctantly letting go of Eugene’s warm hand, Babe started eating his sandwich. Soon, Eugene joined him. They ate in companionable silence. Babe eyed Eugene every chance he got. The doctor ate with appetite, even licking his thumb when a splash of mustard dropped on his fingers.

“So,” Eugene eventually said. “This might be the weirdest meal I’ve ever shared."

“Not me,” Babe casually answered, cutting the pickle in half and placing it delicately on Eugene’s almost empty plate. “Last night I ate dinner with my friend and his soon-to-be boyfriend.”

“What was weird about the dinner?” Eugene asked, seemingly curious.

“They kind of love and hate each other so much, they ended up aggressively complimenting each other. It was tense,” Babe added.

Shuddering, he thought back on the ferocious intensity in Webster’s eyes as he declared that no, Joe was actually the most wonderful person he ever met as Joe practically growled in agony at Webster.

“Oh… You’re right, that’s a weirder meal than this one,” Eugene said, laughing.

“Wait until you hear this other one,” Babe added, galvanized by Eugene’s laugh, “the other day, my friend Bill-”

The night dwindled away as they both shared stories of their respective friend groups. Eugene ended up telling Babe a few gross hospital stories, while Babe spilled the crunchiest office drama. Hours went by without the two men ever checking their phones, or wanting to leave.

Babe could feel a certain warmth as Eugene relaxed and laughed more easily. He was still guarded, but that made his smiles all the more rewarding. Babe was quickly addicted and discreetly texted Joe when Eugene went to the bathroom.

Pickle guy okay. Might be on a date, now??????

WTF??? please call me after.

Babe could feel Eugene’s eyes on him more and more, and let his blush reign freely. There was no way he could hide the effect Eugene Roe had on him, even if he just met the guy. As the night went by, Babe could feel a certain tension come back, this time a much more pleasant tension. Babe knew it well, could feel it in bars when he eyed a good-looking stranger for a night of fun, could feel it when he (mostly tried) to flirt with the blind dates his friends would send him on.

What really emboldened Babe was that Eugene was giving this energy right back, was now making jokes and letting the silences linger, happy to be in the moment with Babe. Thrilled by this unforeseen turn of events, Babe, for once, let it happen and didn’t fight the lightness and giddiness he felt, letting himself be totally genuine.

All of that because of a pickle.

As the closing time approached and they had to put on their coats to brave the cold outside, Babe found himself wanting this evening to last forever.

“Well, this was… uhm… very fun,” Babe commented, stepping outside and holding the door for Eugene. “I’m glad I could say sorry in person. And I’m glad you didn’t think I was a total jackass,” he added sheepishly.

“I’m happy you reached out… and that you’re not a psycho killer,” Eugene added, flashing him a small smile as he went outside.

The clouds above hid the dark sky, rendering it more like a soft, gray color. Suddenly, Babe looked up. Heavy snowflakes, as if on cue, began to slowly fall down on their heads. Babe’s heart leapt in his chest as he looked back at Eugene to find out that he was already looking at Babe.

“You look like an angel,” Eugene whispered, almost to himself, pointing at the halo of a nearby streetlamp illuminating Babe’s hair, bright white snowflakes sticking to the copper strands.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Babe said, his voice strangled, after a few seconds gathering himself so he would not have to muffle a yell in his thick scarf.

Eugene looked down, smiling, and Babe couldn’t believe the sweetness of the moment. The snow falling felt more like powdered sugar at this point, with how sweet they were being.

Always the go-getter, Babe took a step forward, bringing him closer to Eugene. The other man did not move, turning his head so that he could look at Babe from the corner of his eye.

Being slightly taller than Eugene, Babe had to look down, inhaling through his nose to calm his nerves. He blinked a few times, drinking in the sight of Eugene, the tip of his nose already turning red, smelling the sharp, cold air around them alongside Eugene’s warm and rich scent.

Slowly, leaving plenty of room for Eugene to take a step back, Babe leaned down. Not only Eugene didn’t push him away, he leaned in , like he knew exactly what Babe would do. and pressed his parted lips to the corner of Eugene’s mouth in a chaste and sweet kiss. Electricity seemed to travel between the two, a sharp realization of wanting more, of seeing the other, almost like a recognition.

“Weirdest date I’ve ever been on,” Eugene chuckled warmly when they separated, his hand flying to his lips, like an afterthought.

Babe smiled wide, holding onto the sides of Eugene’s coat. He feels like if he let go, he would float away.

“Tell me about it,” he whispered, feeling himself blushing furiously as they walked back to their homes.

The next day, on the bulletin board, two post-it notes were pinned for everyone to see.

I’m very, very, very glad you stole my pickle :) How about same time, same place, next week?

I’ll be there

I think this time, it’s you that stole something of mine.

#band of brothers #BOB #hbowarsanta23 #I hope you'll like it!!!#baberoe #webgott #modern au #christmas exchange #happy reading!

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spacedlexi · 2 months

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A little while ago you said that you have nuanced feelings on Clem x Louis, and I think that’s how I’d describe my opinion on the ship as well. I was just wondering, what makes you feel that way? Personally, I think they’re romance scenes are cute and sweet, but the whole situation with Marlon makes me unable to see them as anything other than friends. I think they both mean a lot to each other, but the idea that they’d want to date so soon after that whole ordeal’s a bit of a stretch to me.

putting this under a read more so if anyone even Thinks they might get upset about mild louis opinions they can move on and stay happy. seriously people take this stuff too seriously sometimes and i dont want to stir anyone up but also im allowed to have my own opinions OKAY. none of this means i dont like him or them OKAY??

okay

thats pretty much where my opinions are too

the stuff with marlon and the vote is Definitely the biggest thing that influences my opinion about their romance. i always forget just how Cruel he is in EP2 😭 like im on your side dude what aj did was wrong can we just talk about this 😭 but he votes to kick them out. like his reaction about marlon doesnt bother me, its his insistence on kicking them out that does 😔 my clem will always forgive him for it, i believe him when he says he regrets it, but its gonna take some time for trust to build again. for both of them

having only one scene between his apology and the lock in was just not gonna happen for my clem. she was mad at him for it. aj almost died because of it. she might be doing better now but she still has trust issues and her trust was broken just as much as his was. he was fine with never seeing her again, sending her and aj out to their deaths because he struggled to accept his confused feelings about marlon. that pissed my clem off shdfksd she is barely keeping this child alive let alone herself. her face when ajs kicking the wall bro she was like "its so fucking over" 😭 cmon bro look at her shes dead inside have some compassion. and he still hits her with the "i dont know [if i want you to stay]" even after aj gets shot like cmon man...... Cmon.........

and while shes waiting for louis to finally be ready to talk about what happened with marlon (which my clem apologizes for in the dorm, she does genuinely feel bad about it), her and violet are only growing closer, focusing on preparing the school together for the bigger problem. clem knowing vi has her back is a huge source of relief in everything thats going on, and that means a Lot for my clem, who appreciates the idea of having a partner she can rely on. my clem is already sure of her feelings for vi by the time louis apologizes. but she appreciates his apology, and is looking forward to being friends again, because she did genuinely appreciate his friendship at the beginning. but her heart was really truly Broken about everything with marlon and the vote and i think thats gonna take more time to heal. depending on player choice some clems might not even forgive him (some others might say he was right and that clem didnt stop it but... i do not agree with that.. like how could she have... aasim calls mitch a hypocrite for saying the same thing)

the other less important thing is just his general blasé attitude. my clem takes things seriously, but that doesnt mean she doesnt know how to have fun. she Wants to. she just Cant. she has a child to take care of first, and she cares about the survival of the group. its why my clem is looking for someone she knows she can rely on. she never wanted any of this, and she just wants a little support, someone to help take the weight off so she CAN relax. shes so tired 😭. playing with louis while aasim hunts by himself made me feel Dirty 💀 (i literally couldnt do it the first time i felt so bad AASIM WAIT UP). and while i can understand and appreciate his "there might not be a tomorrow so enjoy today" outlook, it cant come at the expense of the group. louis i feel eventually learns this, finding a balance between the two, and Becomes someone clem can rely on. but his change doesnt begin until like.. after the raiders take everyone (because we have to get through the marlon stuff first). and if you save vi, you dont get to see any of it 😔

the thing about these two problems is that, if you were to take them out of this setting and throw them in like, a modern au, suddenly these are not issues anymore. no more life or death. the stakes are a lot lower. so i can see them dating in that scenario and having fun together. they do have cute moments!! but also due to less stakes, theres less to motivate louis to change. and i think they would fundamentally just not click on their worldviews. clem while she can have fun, ultimately takes things seriously, and louis doesnt. that doesnt mean they dont care about each other, and clem definitely appreciates his energy, but its why i see them still ending up as friends instead of romantic partners (esp if vi is around IM SORRY 😭 they just Click too well for me 😔 this is why my messy au exists 💀)

i also understand this is mostly personal preference and some people might like them for these reasons 😭 but the dynamic that they have i prefer as friends personally. theyre supportive of each other and deeply care about each other, just not romantically imo. especially not after the stuff with marlon. and thats ok!!!! i see it a lot like louis' relationship with vi. not romantic. but they Love each other regardless. honestly the reason why i like clem vi and louis as a trio so much is that clem slots between them really well. louis who doesnt take anything seriously, and vi who takes things Too seriously. clem exists between them. knowing having fun is important but also understanding the weight of responsibility. she helps louis become more responsible, and she helps vi chill the fuck out. she brings balance :)

i will say tho louis' "nothing wrong with short and sweet, right?" line was cute he got me there

#louis 🤝 violet: being a huge bitch (lovingly)#violets the bitch of ep1 and louis is the bitch of ep2 (lovingly)(but also seriously)(its important to their Characters lol)#the fact they BOTH mockingly quote their hunting partners to clem is SO FUNNY!!! this is why theyre friends #louis can be Just as mean as vi is and thats important to acknowledge and i feel like its not acknowledged very much?#also i Do just have to say it frustrates me a bit when louis is talking about how he feels bad about leaving marlon on his own to lead #while he is Actively avoiding the task violet Just asked him to do. that she is now doing for him. because he wants to do something else #like.. bro youre talking about how you left marlon with all the responsibility but youre doing the same to vi Right Now 😭#it just rings a little hollow... i have other little annoyances like this but thats more with the writing than louis himself #like i Get the Intention #i get so scared talking about why i Dont like a romantic pairing people always take it as a personal attack ITS ALL PREFERENCE!!#im begging you.. keep having fun... Live Your Truth... im just a random person on the internet with an opinion #replies with lexi #incognito #twdg

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gretavangroupie · 1 year

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Crave (Chapter 5)

Word count: 5.5k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Summary: After pushing the girl you love into the arms of your best friend, you're left regretting your choices.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Crave Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

“You’re gonna wish you never said that…”

Her words replay in your head and you are stuck wondering what she meant. You realized that this could happen, getting involved with someone like Josh. You didn’t realize it would be happening so soon. Completely blindsided, you know you have probably said the wrong thing.

What is Josh going to say?

You internally battle with yourself for the rest of your shift. Thankfully, the rest of the night is quiet and easy. You clean up the bar and head home, soaking in a bubble bath when you hear your phone buzz on the bathroom counter. You step out of the tub and wrap yourself in a towel, grabbing the phone and seeing its Josh.

Josh: Hi love, just got back to my room. Miss you.

You: Hi, I miss you too. I hope you had a good day! I met some of those fans you warned me about tonight.

Josh: What? Where?

You: At work.

Your phone rings and you see Josh’s smile light up your screen. You take a deep breath and hit the green button.

“Hey!” you answer.

“Hey beautiful, what’s going on? You said they came to the bar?” He asks.

“Yes, they actually came looking for you guys, they said they heard you hang out there and wanted me to confirm. Which I did not. But then I guess one of them recognized me from the photo the other night… they were less than pleasant after that. I feel like I probably said something I shouldn't have... I don't know.” You reply.

“This is exactly what I was worried about. Listen, they will say whatever they can to get under your skin. Don’t believe anything they say, they will come up with anything to get at you. As far as how you reacted, I'm sure you said exactly what was necessary. I'm sorry you had to deal with this while I'm gone.” He says.

“Josh, don’t worry. I am fine, just stressed me out a little bit. I tried to take a bath to relax but it didn’t really help. I’m just anxious. I know you guys like to go to Sixty’s because no one ever finds you there but now… I feel like I should have lied and said no…. and the photo… I don’t know I’m just….” You stammer.

“Baby, relax. It’s fine, we will figure it out. Don’t be stressed. In fact…” he stops, you can practically hear the wheels spinning in his head.

“Let's try something...Are you in bed?” He asks.

“I’m about to be. I am putting on a t-shirt right now, and then I am…” you reply.

“Good, get into bed and tell me when you’re there. Feel free to skip the t-shirt. ” He replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

Oh Josh… I love this side of you so much.

Your cheeks heat up and your heart starts to race thinking about what he is implying. You are in the mood to release some of the stress from today and this is the perfect opportunity.

You decide to skip the t-shirt at Josh’s suggestion, climbing into bed and propping yourself up against your pillow. You pop in your airpods to hear Josh’s voice closer.

“Okay, I’m in bed. Nothing on…” you say devilishly, you are ready to play this game too.

“You’re so perfect. Are you comfortable?” he is asking genuinely, your heart fluttering at how sweet and caring this man is.

“Yes. Talk to me, Josh.” you don't want to waste any more time.

He laughs lightly and you hear some rustling on his end, then the clear sound of him undoing his belt buckle. The ache between your thighs grows in anticipation. “Close your eyes for me.” You follow his instructions and close your eyes, focusing all of your energy on listening to his voice in your ears.

He begins instructing you again slowly in a lower register, not waiting for you to confirm that you’ve done what he’s asked. He knows you are following his every word.

“I want you to imagine I’m with you, that your hand is mine and it’s me that’s taking care of you right now. Touching you just the way you like… Gonna make you feel so good baby, we are going to do this together, every step of the way.”

“Please, Josh. Tell me what to do… I’m ready.” your voice is desperate, you miss him so much, and hearing his voice has you absolutely dripping already.

“Fuck. You have no idea how sexy you sound right now.” you hear his breath falter a little bit.

“I want you to trail your hand down your body, appreciate every inch. I love your soft skin so much, I can’t wait to get my mouth back on it.” his voice drenched with promise.

You take your time and run your hands down from your neck, over your breasts, and to your lower stomach. You are envisioning it’s Josh and can’t help the way you lightly gasp as you imagine it’s his fingers grazing your clit.

“Keep making those sounds for me. I need to hear how you’re feeling. Don’t be shy. I want you to touch yourself now, and I am going to do the same. We are going to come together. I’ve been hard for you since the second I heard your beautiful voice. Already got off in the shower once today thinking about you, but god damn this is so much better.”

“Tell me what you were thinking about, Josh. Please.” your fingers continue to swirl against your sensitive bud lightly and your heart is beating faster. At his insistence, you dip two of your fingers into your core, thinking about him filling you up instead.

“Was thinking about your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. Your eyes looking up at me while you took me in your mouth. The way you moan as I hit the back of your throat. The way your lips look afterwards, so pink and full. Fuck, I can’t wait, to see you.” he lets out a deep groan and you can hear the faint sounds of his hand working himself up and down vigorously.

You have no words in response, focusing your efforts on yourself as you switch between pumping your fingers and rubbing tight circles on your clit. You are getting closer to your edge by his words alone, moaning in response and letting his name roll off your tongue.

“Are you close for me, baby? I don’t know how much longer I can last. Especially with you moaning my name like that...shit...” his voice is getting weaker and you can tell he is ready to finish.

“Yes, Josh. Cum for me, and I’ll cum for you. I’m right there.” you breathe.

“Fuck baby…” his last words spill out of his mouth along with a few delicious moans and other expletives. But what really sends you over the edge is hearing your name leave his mouth laced in pleasure. The sound of him reaching his release is all it takes to send yours plummeting through your body as well. His name slipping deliciously from your lips as it wracks your body.

The line goes quiet for a few seconds as you both catch your breath.

“Josh…” you breathe out.

“Yeah baby…” he replies almost a whisper, still panting. You can hear him rustling around in the background.

“Thank you….” you say.

“Anything for you, love. Try to get some sleep and dont worry about those girls. All I care about is you, and I can't wait to see you.” he says laying back down in his bed.

“I can’t wait to see you either, I miss you so much. Goodnight…” you say.

“Goodnight my angel.” he replies, ending the call.

You lay there for a while just enjoying the relaxed sensation pulsating through your body, before realizing the time. You place your phone on the charger and turn off the light thinking of him as you close your eyes.

Only one more day…

When you wake the next morning and grab your phone you see a text from Josh.

Josh: Good morning lover, hope you have a good day today. Thinking of you always.

You: Good morning, miss you and hope your day is good too. Thanks for last night.

You swipe out of your messages and see that you have a ton of instagram notifications.

What in the world?

Opening the app you see your inbox is loaded with message requests, you have tagged photos for review, and comments on your photos from years ago.

You open your message requests and see hundreds of messages from girls who are asking you if you are dating Josh, how you know him, and the like. One message catches your eye though.

Being mean to people in this fandom is not going to age well, you should have thought about that. What would Josh think?

You click on another one.

You are a bartender? How pathetic, Josh deserves someone better than a bitchy bartender.

You open another.

Don’t worry we will show Josh who you really are. :)

Your heart is racing, you are being attacked, just like he said. You quickly close the app and throw your phone across the bed.

The messages continue to flood in all day, and the more you ignore them the more they seem to come. You know how these fandoms work, so you grab your computer and open Twitter. You search Josh’s name + girlfriend and you are inundated with horrible tweets about yourself. Belittling you, your appearance, your job and Josh’s choice in partner. You have never been bullied like this before and you are not sure how the guys deal with it day to day.

Maybe this is why they never post anything...

You don’t look at your phone for the rest of the day. You are afraid to say anything to Josh either. Somehow it feels like if you were to talk to him about it, it would only make things worse. You avoid your phone at all costs, hoping that this drama will die down before they get back. You go to work tonight and suffer through the painfully boring shift. As you are locking up you realize that you haven’t checked your phone at all... in hours. You know you will have missed calls and texts. You get into your car and pull it out of your purse, seeing multiple unread messages and two missed calls from Josh. Your instagram notifications have continued to increase since the last time you looked.

Josh: What are you doing today?

Josh: Everything good?

3:05pm Missed Call: Josh

Josh: What is going on love, call me.

1:08am Missed Call: Josh

Crap.

You immediately dial his number and hope he picks up as you pull out into traffic. It rings twice before he answers.

“Thank god…” he answers.

“I’m so sorry! I haven’t looked at my phone all day!” You reply.

“I was worried, shit.” He says. “Just tell me next time you decide to go off the grid for the day?” He jokes.

“Ugh, I know I’m sorry! This morning… my phone was just blowing up, people are so… mean…I just couldn’t deal with it so I didn’t look at my phone all day. I don’t know how you deal with it, really.” You say.

“What? Oh no....they found you huh? I am so sorry baby…” he replies. He knows exactly what is going on.

“It’s just…a lot.” You say sighing into the phone.

“I know it is....What got to you? There had to be one, if you’re still thinking about it.” He asks.

“I don’t know, just some messages about you deserving someone better than a bartender, or how they were ‘going to show you who I really am’... like they have any clue… it’s just a lot to deal with all at once. Especially by myself.” You say.

“Listen to me, there is no one better for me than you. I don’t care if you’re a bartender, I actually love it, and you’ve said it yourself, who knows you better than I do?” He asks.

“No one.” You reply quietly.

“Exactly. You’re perfect and everything about you is perfect and I just… love you. Exactly how you are. Okay? Don’t even open any more messages. When I get back I will show you how to mute everything. Makes life a lot easier.” He laughs.

“Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it.” You reply.

“It’s okay, I understand. I would have done the same thing in your position. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, love.” He says.

“I know, I have missed you. The bar has been so quiet and boring without you all there, too.” you reply.

“You’ll come over when I get back, right?” He asks.

“Of course, just let me know when.” You say.

“I will, promise to answer your phone this time?” He jokes.

“Yes….” You laugh.

“Goodnight beautiful.” He says.

“Goodnight, Josh.” You say hanging up the phone.

Did he almost kinda say he loved me?

The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed, and excited knowing that you will get to see Josh. As you roll over to grab your phone you already see a text from Josh from a few hours ago.

Josh: We are getting on the plane now, and should be home around 12:30. Can’t wait to kiss your face.

It’s 10:00 now, so that gives you enough time to get up and do your morning routine and make yourself extra presentable.

Your heart flutters in your chest thinking about kissing him. You take extra time doing your hair and choosing your outfit. You spray your perfume on your wrist and neck and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach start to rise as the clock ticks closer to 12:30.

Pacing your living room, you are waiting for his text to let you know they had landed before you head out. You pack a bag just in case you decide to stay with Josh tonight, even though you’re fairly positive he isn’t going to have it any other way.

Zipping the zipper on the bag your phone buzzes.

Josh: Tell me you’re already on your way…

You: I am now...See you soon.

You grab your things and quickly leave, locking the door behind you. You throw your stuff into your car and head to his house.

You anxiously flip through the songs on your playlist but can't decide on anything, by the time you do, you are pulling into his driveway. His car is already there, but still warm.

You jump out and head to the front door, but before you can even knock it opens and you see his perfect smile greeting you.

“My girl.” He says, opening his arms.

You fall into his arms being surrounded by the best hug. “I missed you.” you say into his neck.

He kisses the top of your head. “I know and we weren’t even gone that long, I don’t know how I am going to make it through tour…” he says.

“I don’t even want to think about that yet.” You reply.

He releases his arms from around you and grabs your face in his hands, pressing his lips to meet yours.

I really missed him.

He pulls back and shuts the door behind you.

“I know I just got here but I have to leave at 4 for my shift. Are you guys…. Gonna come in tonight? I know you just got home and all….” You stammer.

“I’m sure it will not take a whole lot of convincing...” He smiles.

You flash him a smile and he kisses you again.

“You really did miss me, huh?” You ask playfully.

“I did, and I am about to show you just how much.” He says devilishly.

Leading you down the hallway he laces his fingers with yours, pushing his bedroom door open. He lays down on his side of the bed, on top of his perfect fluffy down filled duvet. He crosses his bare feet and pats the spot next to him.

“Okay, first, let me see your phone.” He says holding his hand out.

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and unlock it before handing it to him.

“We need to get you locked down, because all of this….” He says pointing to the hundreds of comments and messages, “...is just not okay. I’m sorry we didn’t do this before I left.”

He shows you how to mute your messages, filter comments, and helps you set your profile to private.

“There, that should do it.” He says, handing it back to you. You set it on the table next to the bed and he throws his arm around your shoulder as he pulls his own phone out.

You snuggle into his side, completely relaxed just being here with him. He opens his instagram and searches for your profile, following you, now that you are private.

“There, now they can speculate all they want, but they can't get to you.” He laughs.

You spend a little time just laying with your head on his chest as he shows you pictures and videos he took while he was gone this week. You hear his heart beat and it lulls you into a drowsy state.

He puts his phone on the table and turns to face you.

“I really did miss you, sleeping here with you… empty hotel beds are cold and lonely.” He says.

You look up and place your lips on his, letting them linger for a few seconds longer than usual.

He grabs your face pulling you in again, so you sit up and climb over top of him, straddling him as you continue the kiss.

His hands slide off of your face and down your neck and shoulders, grazing your arms as they make their way to your hips. He grips into the fabric of your jeans pulling you down to grind into him. A moan leaving his lips and echoing into your mouth.

“Josh, I don’t know if I can wait any longer.” You pant.

“Good. Me either.” He says pulling his shirt over his head.

Minutes later you are tangled with each other, nothing but breathy moans and sighs filling the room.

Every movement made with intention and care, this was not like the past few times. This was like the first time all over again. Josh worships every inch of your body and takes his time paying attention to every minute detail of you. He makes sure you are taken care of first and foremost. He was loving you, not fucking you.

You lay together for a while afterwards talking and giggling, until the clock reminds you that its time to leave your perfect, blissful slice of heaven and head to the dark, smoky bar.

You begrudgingly get up and put your clothes back on, stepping into the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup before stepping back out. You see that he has gotten up and put his clothes back on too. You walk to meet him on the other side of the room and you snake your arms around his torso from behind.

“I’m glad you’re back.” You say into his warm back.

“I am glad too.” He replies, spinning around in your arms. “We are going to come to the bar later, if you still want us to.”

“Of course, it has been so quiet without you guys there.” You smile.

He leans down and kisses your lips, “Then we will see you soon, love.”

He releases you and you make your way to the front door, him not far behind you.

“See you later...” you say playfully blowing him a kiss.

“Bye baby...” He replies kissing your forehead.

Two hours later as you are restocking the cooler, you hear the bell ring and peer over your shoulder to see them walking in. Your heart leaps out of your chest. You smile and stand up and walking over to the bar top. They all come bounding over with smiles.

“My favorite regulars…” you smile.

Josh grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Your face blushes red, at his openness in front of the guys.

“They all know, nothing to hide anymore.” He says.

Your eyes flick to Jake, then Sam, then Danny. Each of them smiling and giving their nod of approval.

“I mean, obviously he’s in love with you, look at this mushy shit.” Sam jokes as Josh releases your hand.

You smile and shrug your shoulders.

“Okay, drinks?” You ask, changing the subject, trying not to think about what Sam said.

Is he? Does he love me?

A while later you approach the guys at their normal table with fresh drinks and pass them out. You look around the bar and see it’s practically empty, so you take a seat next to Josh, who instinctively throws his arm around you. The guys have drank more than their usual amount tonight and things have been rowdy and loud. They tell you about their week, and some of the interesting interview topics they spoke about. As Jake drunkenly drags on about some bizarre topic you all find yourselves praying for his speech to end. Sam pulled out his phone half way through and has been scrolling mindlessly for the past 20 minutes.

“Oh god.” He says taken aback, interrupting Jake’s lecture.

“Did you know Olivia is engaged?!” He says, turning to Danny, shocked.

“What?” Danny interjects, snatching the phone from his hand, studying it before letting out a deep breath.

“No.” is all he says. His voice, deep and dark.

“So if she is engaged what was she doing here, fucking around with you?” Sam asks Danny.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Danny replies.

“What?” He asks.

“What do you mean fucking around?” He yells.

You look at Josh who shrugs his shoulders at you in response. You nod your head back towards the bar and he nods.

As you make your way over to the bar you pretend to look busy and try not to listen in on what’s going on. What you do notice is that Danny has crossed over that threshold. He has that look in his eye and you know things are not going to end well for someone.

“Why the fuck would you even bring it up?” he yells at Sam.

Sam stands up and grabs his things, trying to just leave the bar and the situation all together.

Danny stands up and grabs his arm, slinging him into the wood paneled wall behind the table.

“Do you have a fuckin problem man?” he asks, pushing Sam into the wall by his shoulders.

Jake quickly springs to his feet grabbing Danny by the arm and pulling him off of Sam before anything escalates further.

“Daniel, I think it'd be wise to take a step back.” Jake warns with a glaring look.

Josh taking the opportunity, sliding between Danny and Sam.

“No, no I'm sick of this shit. I’m sick of everyone telling me what to do. What’s best for me… like I don’t know….” he says, throwing Jake’s hand off of him with disgust.

“Maybe you should just go take a walk for a minute…” Josh suggests.

“Yeah, maybe I should Josh…” he says sarcastically.

Danny shoots a venomous look at Sam before walking over to the bartop, where you have to pretend to have not been listening.

He places his elbows on the bar top and runs his hands over his face.

“Do you want to come talk to me outside for a few minutes?” you ask nervously.

He looks up at you surprised. “I don't know, can you...” He turns and looks at Josh.

“Of course I can.” you reply.

You look around and see that it’s only the guys left at this hour, and so you come out from behind the bar and walk to the front door with Danny following behind. You open the door and usher him out, making eye contact with Josh. He nods his head and you smile back at him.

He understands.

As you step outside you see Danny sit down on the little bench around the corner. You walk over to meet him sitting beside him.

“I’m sorry. I don't even know why I did that. Everyone always thinks they know better than me. I am just...” he says defeatedly. “I just keep screwing everything up. I almost just hurt my best friend… and for what?”

“Oh, Danny…” you say, placing your hand on his back. “You didn’t screw everything up…everyone in there knows you, and knows that you were just worked up... And that you would never hurt Sam… It's been a tough few weeks for all of you.”

“It has, and I have been at the center of all of it. Literally every bad thing that has happened has involved me. I need to figure some shit out…” he says shaking his head.

“Sometimes you have to go through a few bad things to get to the good things.” you say.

“You know, I’m really sorry for how I treated you. I really am, but I am so happy that you and Josh are happy. He has not shut up about you all week. Jake and I thought we were going to have to kill him. It's exactly what you have always deserved.” he says.

Your eyes fill with tears, finally feeling the relief of all the tension you harbored towards the Danny and Josh situation. You wrap your arms around him hugging him. He pats his hand on your arm.

“Thanks...It’s been hard. I have felt guilty for how everything played out, and I never really talked to you about it. Things are just different with him, you know? It’s so… easy. It feels so much different, just really… right. I think I love him. I just… I know it’s soon…I haven’t told him. I just really want things to work out…I don’t know why I’m telling you this…. I’m sorry.” you stammer.

“I’m glad you are telling me, it means we are friends. I think we were always supposed to just be friends. I like talking to you, and I like that you feel comfortable confiding in me. I’d like to be that friend, if you want me to be. I know what happened with us was rough, but I think you did find your good in it. I hope that I can find mine.” He smiles.

You tear up and nod your head in acceptance.

“I know, I know, not used to me being the one with all the sappy stuff to say…” he jokes.

You release your arms from around him. “I think you should probably apologize to Sam…”

“Yeah, I probably should…” he says standing up.

You stand up next to him and he reaches towards you for a friendly hug. “Thank you…. For talking to me. It’s nice to have a friend that isn’t… them.” he laughs.

“You can talk to me anytime you need to, Danny. I mean that.” you say stepping back from his hug.

He nods and walks with you back inside the bar. As your eyes search for Josh you see him and he looks at you questioningly.

You smile and nod telling him that everything is good and he smiles back, warming your heart.

You head back behind the bar to start closing everything up for the night. Danny walks over to the table and you see him talking to Sam, clearly apologizing for over-reacting.

Jake walks up to the bar to close out the tab.

“I don't know what you said, but thank you.” he says, pulling out his card. “He is hard to calm down when he gets mad like that.”

“I didn't really say anything, I just let him talk. I think he just needed to talk to someone that wasn’t one of you.” you reply, handing him the receipt.

“Ahhh…..” he exhales. “Josh really picked a good one.” he smirks up at you, signing his receipt and sliding it to you, shoving his in the pocket of his pants.

“Thanks Jake.” You smile back.

You see Josh walking over to the two of you. “What are you two conspiring about?” he asks jokingly.

“I was just telling her thank you for her bomb diffusing efforts.” Jake jokes. “And that you picked a good one.” he smiles patting his shoulder.

“Brother, have you gone soft or is it the Whiskey?” he says playfully jabbing into his side.

“Whiskey.” they both say in unison, laughing.

It's at this moment that you knew you loved him. No question.

As Jake walks away, you see Josh step closer to the bar leaning over to you. “I told you…” he says.

“Told me what?” you reply.

“Everyone can see how I feel about you. Why, I feel that way.” he says, running his fingers over your knuckles. “You’re coming over tonight, right?”

“If you want me to…” you say.

“I never want you to leave.” he replies.

You feel your heart leap.

“Then, I will see you shortly…” you reply coyly.

He meets up with the rest of the guys at the door, waving as they all walk out the door.

As you finish closing up you let your mind wander and enjoying the happy feelings overtaking your body.

This is how it feels to be truly happy, and content.

Locking the door behind you, you make your way to your car but as you approach it you see a piece of paper tucked underneath your windshield wiper.

You grab what you now see is Jake’s copy of the receipt you just gave him, with a scribble of words written on the inside. You open it up and see that it’s not Jake’s handwriting, it’s Danny’s and inside the message reads,

He loves you too. He always has. Don’t wait. Tell him.

A tear springs from the corner of your eye and you feel a pang of longing creep across your chest.

Has he always loved me?

You fold the receipt and place it in your wallet for safe keeping.

As you make the drive to his house you are a bundle of nerves. You aren’t sure how you’re going to tell him, or when but the overwhelming urge to just blurt it out is taking over your brain.

You walk up to his door with your bag and you remember the night you came here just a few short weeks ago, crying and wondering if he would even open the door. You’re so glad he did. You can’t imagine what your life would be like right now if he hadn’t. Much like that night, you stand here waiting for him to open the door, nervous and hopeful.

As the door opens, warmth creeps over your body, releasing all the nerves you had to begin with. His smile has that effect on you. Everytime.

“Ahh my girl... I will never get tired of seeing your face at my door.” he says, pulling your hand to lead you inside.

He takes your bag from your hand and sets it by the door.

As you walk further into the house you stop and turn to face him.

“Josh do you think… tonight we could just…” you stop.

“What baby?” he asks.

“I just… want to be with you and sleep next to you. I missed you.” you say.

“Oh love…I fell asleep every night this week wishing I was holding you. Come on, let's go.” he says, locking the door and turning off the lights.

You step into his bedroom and you see that he already has your favorite shirt sitting on the bed for you. You pick it up and look at him and he smiles back in response.

Sliding your clothes off, you catch him as he watches you, blushing slightly that you caught him. “I can’t help it... You're the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Can’t keep my eyes off of you.” he says as he takes his own clothes off.

He turns off the lamp, and pulls the duvet back crawling into the bed. He pulls your side of the duvet back and opens his arms to you. You slide in, and cuddle in next to him, facing him. He pulls the duvet up around the two of you, before wrapping his arms around your torso, pulling you in closer to him. He inhales deeply against your head holding you tightly to his body.

You wrap your arm around him and run your fingertips over his bare back. His skin is so soft you find yourself lost in the sensation of it gliding so smoothly under your hand.

You know this is the perfect time. Both of you are completely at peace and just enjoying one another. No place you would rather be. Gathering up all your courage, you take a deep breath.

“Josh…” you say, almost a whisper into his neck.

“Mmmhm…” he hums against your head.

“I… I love you.” you finally manage.

He pulls away from you, pressing his hand to your face. His thumb glides across your cheek as a smile crosses his lips.

“My beautiful girl…I love you too. I always have.” he says, pressing his perfect soft lips to yours. A tear springing from you eye.

“Tell me again.” you whisper.

“I am so in love with you. I have always been in love with you. I wish there were more words for me to tell you exactly how much. For once in my life words are escaping me…” he laughs against your lips wiping your tears away.

You press your lips to his once more before settling back into his arms.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to show me.” you say kissing his chest.

“Everyday, for as long as you’ll have me…” he replies.

“Always.” you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as you drift off to sleep, completely wrapped in love.

fin.

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WHATCHAMACALLIT||PJM|| PROLOGUE

The feeling of that night replays in Kadira’s mind, over and over again. Never stopping, she reminisces about the same thing, his hair, his body, his voice, his eyes… those eyes. Full of lust and satisfaction. Never in a million years would she think that she could feel anything slightly similar to the touch of that guy… that mysterious guy, who’s name she might have forgotten, however his face will always be stuck in her head… making her feel that same satisfaction as she did before.

Warnings|| Explicit scenes, crying, fighting, arguing, threats, guns, drinking, cursing, unprotected sex, etc.

Rating|| 18+

Genre|| angst, lemon, smut

Author's note|| yeahhh soo this is the ff I've been working on, the other parts will come soon. Promise

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April 21st, 2020 Haebaragi University

A loud banging noise approached KaDira's dorm room, Who the fuck would ever knock on her door like this? Getting up off of her sofa, walking towards the door, she lets out an annoyed sigh before unlocking and swinging the door open. Of course its Soona. And she forgot her key. Again.

"Soona what the actual fuck?" KaDira shook her head, "Why can't you just knock like a normal person would? And where is your key?"

"Sorry, I'm just so excited!" She squealed like a dying cat on the side of a sidewalk.

"About?" KaDira questioned, letting the blonde haired female with fair skin walk inside the room.

"You're not gonna believe it!" She stalled.

"Just tell me Soona!" KaDira grew impatient.

"Okay, Okay." She shouted, "So you know my boyfriend, right?"

"Jungkook? Of course," KaDira scoffed, "He's like, one of the most popular douchebags on campus, besides Tae and Theo."

"Yeah well he's throwing a party tonight and he's inviting all the upperclassmen." She explained.

"And?" KaDira shrugged.

Soona tilted her head at KaDira, expecting her to catch on to why that information was important and why she was so excited about it.

KaDira's eyes widened, "Oh hell no, I'm not going."

Soona smacked her teeth, "KD please!" She begged, "This is our last year here, and you haven't gone to one frat party."

"That's a fucking lie, I've been to two of them." KD scoffed.

Soona rolled her eyes, "You went to a party off campus that got shut down by Mr.Lee as soon as it started, and the other one was not a party, it was a Christmas gathering for people who didn't want to leave campus."

"Which was very fun by the way," KD said, moving her locs out her face.

"I don't care how fun it was. You're coming to this party." Soona scoffed.

KD leaned on the doorframe, accepting the fact that Soona wasn't going to leave her alone about the party, "I don't even have any 'party' clothes."

"Lucky for you, I have lots!" Soona smiled.

"Yeah, no." KD waved her hand, "I'm not dressing like you."

"What's wrong with how I dress?" Soona groaned.

"I'm not walking around practically naked," KD rolled her eyes.

"It's nothing wrong with showing a little skin KD," Soona got up off the sofa and walked into her room, straight to her closet.

"Yeah your definition of 'little' is completely different from mine," KD exaggerated.

"You're gonna have to manage, we're the same size anyway." Soona snickered, looking at the outfit choices in the closet.

"And how do you know that?" KD said, folding her arms.

"Well uh," Soona laughed nervously, "I borrowed some of your clothes before."

"Kim Soona!" KD shouted.

"It was only at the beginning of the semester, I haven't done it since." Soona shrugged.

"You could have asked," KD argued.

"Oh hush, you didn't ask me for my hair cream you used without my permission," Soona scoffed.

"That was in the ninth grade!"

"It still happened didn't it!"

KD shook her head in annoyance. Soona continued to search for an outfit.

"Ah... This is the one right here." She smiled, holding a shiny, dark purple outfit out to KD.

"Purple isn't really my color.." KD hesitated.

"Girl take the fucking dress," Soona groaned.

Kd rolled her eyes and snatched the dress from Soona, and went into the bathroom.

Slipping on the dress and standing in front of the mirror, KD was in complete shock. The dark purple dress with major cleavage, a slit on the side and a choker that was attached really complemented her dreadlocs and milk chocolate skin.

"KD come out," Soona shouted from the other side of the bathroom door, "We need to speed this process up."

KD swung the bathroom door open and Soona's jaw dropped to the floor, "Oh my.."

"Well, how do I look?" KD shrugged.

"You look like a bad bitch. A bad bitch that will take anyone's boyfriend." Soona squealed in excitement.

"Alright," KD chuckled, "I don't plan on taking anyone's man."

"Well you better prepare yourself, because every guy at this party is going to want a piece of you," Soona teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that." KD scoffed.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and y'know," she teased, nudging KD's arm, "Hook up."

KD looked at Soona, "A one night stand? At a frat party?"

"You say that as if that's impossible." Soona rolled her eyes.

"For me, it is." KD shrugged, "One night stands seem childish to me."

"Well they aren't," Soona scoffed, "It's just having fun."

"Childish." KD exaggerated...

"Well you're dressed, So now I'm gonna go change," Soona squealed.

"Oh god we're gonna be here for hours." KD groaned.

About forty five minutes later, Soona came out of the bathroom, dressed in the most provocative pink and black slim dress, her hair was gathered into a ponytail with little hairs on the side, and she had earrings that would blind you for weeks, "Ready to go?"

KD nodded, getting off the sofa and letting out a soft exhale.

Soona smiled, and grabbed her keys and they both headed out the door.

As they pulled off, KD nervously tapped the window.

Soona noticed her nervous gestures and sighed, "Kadira, there's nothing to be nervous about. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say," KD scoffed, "You've been to lots of these parties, you're more social than I am."

Soona shrugged, "Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone babe. You may not like it at first but it will get better as you go."

"Yeah, yeah." KD waved her off, continuing to tap.

After what felt like hours, they pulled into a parking lot that sat right in front of a house with flashing lights and loud music.

"How on earth is this allowed?" KD chuckled in disbelief.

"Jungkook kind of paid off the teachers to keep their mouths closed," Soona smirked.

"Of course he did," KD rolled her eyes.

"Come on!" Soona said ,hopping out the car.

KD took a deep breath and followed Soona to the front doors.

As they approached the doors, a black haired male, who is supposedly a lookout, greeted them with a warm smile, "Soona, Kadira."

"Hi Mark." KD waved politely.

He gestured to them to go ahead and walk in, telling them to have fun.

Soona and Kadira walked through the doors and the sound of music and chatting rang in Kadira's ears, the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air.

"Kim Soona!" a deep male voice called from a far, "Is that you?"

Soona turned around, only to see a tall male with dirty blonde hair, and a sleeve of tattoos walking up to her with a bottle of Hennessey in his hand.

"Babe, are you kidding me? You're drunk already?" Soona scoffed.

Jungkook threw his arm around her and smiled, "I'm a little tipsy," He looked over at KD and flashed a smile, "Hi KD,"

"Hi JK." She giggled at his immaturity to drinking.

His head turned back to Soona, looking her up and down, smirking, "You look nice."

Soona smiled, "I know," She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow, "Where's Tae?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Probably drinking his life away with Theo," he said, pointing into the kitchen.

Soona kissed Jungkook goodbye, grabbed KD's arm, and dragged her into the kitchen, where they approached the highly attractive brown haired male and his blue haired friend. Both were intoxicated.

"Look at you two," She scoffed, "Pathetic. How could you drink without us?"

Taehyung looked up and smiled, "Soona, Hey." he murmured. He turned his head and looked at the stunning female beside her and opened his mouth in shock, ".. Am I just really drunk, or is this goddess I'm staring at Kadira Lee?"

Soona giggled, "It's definitely Kadira, isn't she stunning!?"

KD flashed a smile and chuckled a bit.

"Stunning is far too modest." Tae scoffed, "She's out of this world," he placed his hand over his face, "Do I need to worry about you and pull the big brother card? Pretty sure the majority of the guys here are going to want to be all up on you tonight."

"No need to worry about me Tae," KD said, running her hands through his hair, "I doubt that's gonna happen."

"Yeah right," Tae rolled his eyes.

"Is.. Theo alright?" Soona giggled nervously.

All three of them turned their heads to the blue haired male whose face was as red as a cherry tomato, lying with his head on the table.

"He'll be fine," Tae waved him off, he passed Soona and KD red cups and signaled them to the fridge.

Soona squealed and rushed to the fridge, searching for the fruity liquor. Once she found some, she grabbed KD's cup and put ice in it, then poured a good amount of the liquor. KD hesitantly looked at her friend.

"Don't worry, it's not hard liquor." Soona reassured her.

KD inhaled, and gulped the cup down.

"Woah," Soona shouted, "When did you become a party animal KD?"

"Oh shut up," She grunted, "Pour me another cup."

"Yeah!" Tae shouted, "That's what I'm talking about,"

Time passed by, and the amount of liquor in KD's system grew more and more. Slowly becoming intoxicated, she sat on the couch zoning out.

"Woah KD, You alright?" Soona touched her shoulder, concerned.

KD stared into the crowd of people.

"Kadira!" She snapped her fingers in front of KD's face.

"Hm," KD Finally snapped out of her trance.

"You alright?" She said moving her dreadlocs behind her ear,

"I'm fine, really fine." KD giggled.

Suddenly, Her eyes flowed towards the door, where a male with black, slick hair walked into the living room. No doubt this guy was stunning, his beauty was far beyond anything Kadira had seen in her life.

"Who- Who is he?" KD pointed towards the door in shock.

"Oh him," Soona said in a sneaky tone, "That's Park Jimin, he's not really known for anything but his beauty and the fact that his parents own a famous Café. Why? Wanna talk to him?"

KD shook her head, "Nah, too angelic."

"What do you mean? You two would be perfect." Soona scoffed.

KD shook her head in disagreement, "Nope, that would never work. Pretty boys like him break hearts." She took another sip from her cup, and threw it on the floor," I wanna dance."

Soona's eyes widened, "Uhm no.. You are in no condition to be dancing."

"Oh shut up!" KD stuttered, "You're not my mom." She hopped on top of the living room table, and started giggling.

"KD got down from there," Soona said, regretting her decisions on giving her alcohol in the first place.

Suddenly, Soona heard the speakers start playing "28 Reasons by Seulgi" and instantly start praying that KD didn't pay any mind to it.

But of course she did.

She start rocking her hips to the music, and singing.

"Tae come help me!" Soona shouted to him from the living room.

Tae laughed and walked to the living room, "Alright KD.. That's enough," He gently grabbed her arm, trying to get her down off the table.

"No, I gotta finish the dance," She yelled, pulling away from Tae's grasp.

People started laughing, singing the song with her, and recording her foolishness.

Before the song could finish, KD started rubbing her forehead, "Shit my head.."

"Oh honey, I think you should go upstairs and go lay down." Soona said, finally getting her off the table, touching her face, "You're burning up."

"Mkay," KD said standing up, almost falling to the ground.

"Woah there, You need help getting upstairs?" Soona grabbed her.

"I got it." She stuttered.

"KD you're drunk." Soona argued.

"No, No." KD slurred, "I can manage." She regained her balance and headed upstairs.

Walking past locked doors, She attempted to find an unoccupied room. She came across a room with the door unlocked and opened it, only to see a fully naked couple, kissing on the bed, "Wow!" She gasped in shock and embarrassment.

The couple jumped up in a fright and panicked.

KD quickly covered her eyes, "For future reference, lock the door." She muttered nervously before leaving back out.

She walked down the hallway, replaying that image of the couple in her head, "God.. I never wanna see that again." She mumbled to herself.

Finally she found a room that was completely empty, and luckily had a bed that looked comfortable. She slid her shoes off and plopped on the bed, letting out a deep sigh before falling asleep.

About Twenty minutes later, Kadira was awakened by someone opening the door. She turned around in shock, letting out a frightened gasp, "Who the hell-" To her surprise, the same angelic male who she had seen downstairs, was standing in the door, with a confused look on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The male asked, in a deep but soft voice.

"I'm Kadira," She groaned, still intoxicated, "And I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Well if you haven't noticed, this party is in the boys lounge.. Therefore, these rooms up here are the boys' dorm rooms.." He explained, "This. Is my room."

KD's eyes widened in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my bed." He chuckled, pointing to the bed she was lying on.

Kadira slurred, as she sat on the side of the bed palming her forehead, "Oh I'm so sorry, I had no clue-"

"Nah, It's fine, it's fine." He assured her, laughing, "I don't mind." He walked around the bed and went into his closet, pulling out a black hoodie, and unbuttoning his white button down shirt., "You look familiar, Aren't you the girl who was standing on the table singing a couple of minutes ago?"

"I was, wasn't I.." She sighed, palming her forehead in embarrassment.

"It was pretty entertaining," He chuckled, "Why'd you come up here?"

"I was just trying to sleep this-" She muttered, turning to the male, quickly turning back, "Woah.. What the hell are you doing?"

Jimin looked at her with confusion, "I'm changing my shirt? Problem?"

"Yes!" Kadira yelled, "I mean no, this is your room but I'm still in here. I can leave if you're gonna-"

"I said there's no need for that. I don't mind you being here." He shrugged.

"But you're changing, I don't wanna see all of that." She scoffed, "I barely know you."

Jimin laughed, "There were abt ten guys downstairs shirtless. Didn't bother you then did it?"

KD stuttered, "No.. But I still don't wanna see-"

"Yet, I see you watching me from the corner of your eye," Jimin scoffed, "I'm sorry. But that shirt was stained, and I couldn't stand the sight of it."

"Uh-huh.." KD mumbled, staring at the male from a far, suddenly she got this massive shock of pain in her stomach, "Fuck.."

"Oh shit," Jimin said, rushing over to the female who was groaning in pain leaning over the bed, "You alright?"

"Mhm," She hummed, "I'll be fine." She grunted, gripping the side of her stomach.

"No, No you won't not without some medicine," he said rushing into his bathroom, and grabbing a bottle of pills that read, "Hangover no more" on the front of it, he rushed to his mini fridge and grabbed a small water bottle, "Here take this."

KD looked up at the male and realized she was closer to him than she thought, his beauty was like no other. She grabbed the pill and took the water bottle with it.

Jimin silently looked at the female as she took the pill, and took a sip of the water he gave her, "You said your name was Kadira right?" He smirked.

She nodded.

"Well Kadira," He said in a seductive tone, "This is my first time seeing you at one of these parties, how come I haven't seen you at others"

"I don't enjoy parties." She looked back up at the male and saw that he was somewhat tipsy, his rosy cheeks showed it all.

"Why not" He smiled.

"Dunno... Just don't be around lots of people." She muttered, she looked down at her feet, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"That's surprising to hear after seeing your little performance downstairs," He chuckled.

"Its the drinking that's doing that," She shrugged, "Parties and people really aren't my thing, my friend forced me to come here."

"And you're telling me," He said, lifting her chin up, "A pretty girl like you stays in her dorm room all day?"

"Guess so." She laughed nervously, "God why is he so close," She thought.

Jimin stared at Kadira for about a good three minutes, her heart started pounding out of her chest.

"Y'know.." Kadira slurred, "You're not so bad yourself.." she felt her body moving closer to him, in her mind she thought What the hell am I doing.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah.. Your facial features are.. Beautiful." She muttered.

Jimin slowly inched closer to her, with his hand slowly approaching her thigh, "Keep going," he said in a slightly seductive tone, as if he was aroused by her talking about his beauty.

"Like, your eyes are very vibrant, and your lips.. They look very soft." Kadira whispered.

"Really?" he smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, "Wanna feel how soft they are?"

"Huh?!" Kadira said in a slight panic, "No I don't think-"

"Shh." Jimin pressed his lips against hers. As much as Kadira wanted to hold back, she couldn't get enough of the taste and feeling of his soft lips.

Slowly, his hands made their way up the side of her dress, fidgeting with her underwear.

"Wait.." KD muttered, moving his hand, "I've never.. Done this before."

Jimin chuckled a bit, he lifted her chin and smiled, "Neither have I."

KD's eyes widened in shock, there was no way this man was a virgin.

Jimin pulled Kadira back into a kiss as he slowly took his shirt off.

Kadira opened her eyes for a split second, only to see the male's upper body.

"Like what you see?" Jimin smirked, as he picked Kadira up by her thighs, and pinned her against the wall.

Something about the warmth of his hands sent chills down Kadira's body.

Jimin started gripping her thighs a little more roughly, kissing her passionately, down to her neck, giving her small hickeys.

Kadira started letting out slight moans, as she clung onto Jimin.

"Not only are you pretty..." Jimin grunted, "Your moans are too." He tossed her back onto the bed, as he kissed his way down to her inner thighs, slowly pulling her dress off, exposing her black lingerie.

Jimin smiled, "Every little thing about you is just beautiful." He said running his hand down her skin, making Kadira jolt up a bit.

He continued to leave hickeys all over her body, listening to Kadira's small moans and whimpers of pleasure, "You don't understand how bad you're turning me on right now.." He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants.

Kadira stayed silent as she watched the male strip naked in nothing other than his boxers.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Kadira on top of him, refusing to break from the kiss. Kadira sat on his lap, and felt his bulge rubbing between her thighs.

"Fuck.." Jimin groaned, as they were grinding against each other, "This is turning you on, huh? I can feel it." He laid her back on the bed, and pulled her underwear down.

Kadira jumped up, Jimin gently kissed her inner thigh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be gentle.."

He continued to kiss her inner thigh, and gradually made his way down to her vaginal area, first kissing it, then letting his tongue slide in between the lips.

"Oh god," KD whimpered, as she felt the warmth of Jimin's tongue.

Jimin smiled as he pressed his tongue by her entrance, and slowly placed his finger under it.

He looked up at her, "Ever masturbated before?"

KD shook her head.

Jimin nodded, "Then this might hurt a bit, but I need you to relax for me..okay?"

Kadira was hesitant, but something about him made her want to trust him, she nodded and allowed him to proceed.

Jimin rubbed his finger against her dripping cunt, then slowly inserted a finger inside of her, causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck... that feels..." She whimpered, "Weird.."

"Its gonna feel weird at first," Jimin reassured her, "I'm gonna start moving my fingers now."

Kadira nodded, as he started moving his fingers in and out of her.

Jimin felt her tense up around his fingers, "Relax.." he whispered, as he continued to use both his tongue and fingers at the same time.

That feeling drove Kadira insane, her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. For someone to be a virgin, he definitely knew what he was doing.

Jimin got up and slid his fingers out, leaving her shivering slightly, "I think you're ready now."

Kadira looked at him confused for a moment, as he jumped on top of her, pulling his boxers down. Her eyes widened in shock, No way in hell is that thing fitting inside of me. She thought.

Jimin started rubbing his length against her entrance, moaning softly, "Im gonna slowly put it in now, it shouldn't be as bad since I loosened you up a bit but just tell me when it's too much,"

Kadira nodded.

Jimin slowly slid inside of her, making them both let out loud moans, "Shit.."

Kadira whimpered, holding onto his back, as he slowly thrusted into her, slightly in pain.

Jimin felt how tense she was getting on the inside, and looked at her dead in her eyes, intertwining his fingers with hers, "Hey, Relax and look at me, don't take your eyes off me."

Kadira obeyed and felt this weird satisfaction from just looking into his lust filled eyes.

Jimin continued to thrust into her, slowly at first, but gradually going faster.

Their synced moans filled the room, Kadira started shaking, reaching her climax.

Suddenly everything went blank...

"KD!" shouted a feminine voice, "KD wake up."

KD opened her eyes a bit and groaned, "mm.."

"Time to go." Soona said, shaking her, "Whose clothes are you in?"

"What?" KD said, sitting up, looking down at herself, only to see she was wearing an oversized sweater.

"Nevermind that, lets go," Soona scoffed, "We gotta go pack."

Kadira got out of the bed, and rubbed her head.

When they arrived back at their dorm room, they started packing their bags, to get ready to leave.

Soona went into KD's room and sat on her bed, "So,"

KD looked up at her while she was packing her suitcase.

"Anything happen when you went upstairs yesterday?" Soona smirked.

KD raised her eyebrow, "No?.. "

"Hmm.." Soona hummed, "That's funny, because as soon as you went upstairs yesterday, pretty boy came to ask me if you were alright. About thirty minutes later, people say they seen him go upstairs, and you just so happened to be sleeping in his dorm room this morning."

Kadira started replaying last night in her mind, " I dunno what you're talking about."

Soona leaned closer to Kadira, and noticed multiple small purple, reddish marks on her neck, "Kadira."

Kadira looked at her, "Yes?"

"Did you hook up with pretty boy last night?"

"Uhm..No." She hesitated.

"You did!" She shouted in excitement, "You had to, your neck says it all! Oh my god how was it?"

"Did you hear me? I said I didn't" KD scoffed.

"You can deny it all you want, because not only did they say they saw him walk in there last night, they said they heard all types of noises coming from his room." Soona scoffed, "Who knew you could be sick a freak in bed KD,"

"Stop that," She said, pushing Soona away from her.

"Oh my gosh, my baby is growing up." Soona groaned with fake tears, "She finally has become a woman. You're very first one night stand"

"Would you shut the hell up," Kadira laughed, "It's not that serious."

"Was it good?" Soona teased.

KD smiled, "from what I can remember it was nice.. We both were pretty drunk."

"Doesn't matter, You had a one night stand, I'm just proud." Soona went on and on about it.

Though Kadira was embarrassed about that childish decision she made, when she replayed the memories of last nights, she definitely thought it was worth it.

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cut down the altar!

(just a quick idea that wouldn't let me rest until i wrote it down. takes place between chapters 13 and 14. based on a thought i've had a few times about non-sleeper agent people who aren't afraid of alternates. word count: 1.5k)

02/10/2009 Radio Interview

A. Torres: You’re now listening to an exclusive interview with Alternate Behaviorist, Rebecca Sharpe! Thanks for stopping by the studio today, Rebecca.

R. Sharpe: Thank you so much, Anna.

A. Torres: Right, so, where to start? (laughter) I guess, how did you get into this line of work? You know, there was a study back in 2001 I believe: “95% of Americans doubt the validity of the Wisconsin Alternate Crisis.” Did you have any doubts when deciding on your career path?

R. Sharpe: Well, it all started with the loss of my husband… I guess you could say I have a personal stake in this subject.

A. Torres: I see. I’m sorry for your loss.

R. Sharpe: When I heard the news of his passing, I knew there had to be an explanation. A more concrete explanation. You know, back then – he passed in ’92 – there was a lot of superstition surrounding alternates. No one wanted to risk getting too close to them, so information was scarce.

A. Torres: Right.

R. Sharpe: And you know what happens when there’s a lack of information or transparency. Fear and magical thinking start to fill in the blanks. I wasn’t satisfied with that, so… Here I am!

A. Torres: Excellent. So, prior to, you know, the elephant in the room – and don’t worry listeners, we’ll get to it soon. But prior to the Type 6 situation, how did you do your research?

R. Sharpe: Well, it’s not too different from studying any other dangerous life-form. I suppose in layman’s terms, you could think of it as a combination of field research and… maybe microbiology?

A. Torres: Microbiology? Interesting!

R. Sharpe: Well, there's a viral nature to how alternates hunt. Sometimes you have to let one take hold in an uninhabited area to best understand their methods. It's like a large-scale version of studying a deadly virus in a Petri dish.

A. Torres: Damn.

R. Sharpe: Yeah. I knew it was gonna be dangerous, but it’s necessary work. You’ve gotta keep your distance with these things. Have the same respect for their space that you would for, I don’t know, a great white or a lion.

A. Torres: Interesting word choice. “Respect.” People don’t usually think of alternates as beings deserving of respect.

R. Sharpe: I think it's… To be honest, Anna, I’m not really scared of alternates.

A. Torres: Really!?

R. Sharpe: I mean, at first I was! Like I said, they’ve impacted my life. But you know what I said about unknowns leading to fear? The opposite is also true: Knowledge can ease, if not eradicate fear.

A. Torres: Right, that makes sense. How do you feel about alternates now?

R. Sharpe: Honestly… Gosh, this is gonna make me sound crazy. (laughter)

A. Torres: (laughter) Oh, come on! You can’t be any crazier than me.

R. Sharpe: Okay. Well, honestly, I find them utterly fascinating. We’re learning a lot – especially with the introduction of Type 6s – about not just their behavioral patterns, but about the very nature of intelligence and sentience.

A. Torres: Oh, we’re gonna get philosophical? Hang on, let me grab some vodka.

R. Sharpe: (laughter) (bottle clinking) We don’t have to go that deep!

A. Torres: Nah, I’m ready to party!

R. Sharpe: (laughter) Well, if you insist! Just save some for me. (laughter)

A. Torres: I make no promises. (liquid pouring)

R. Sharpe: Well, anyway, what I’m getting at is… There really aren’t any other creatures in the animal kingdom with our kind of sentience, right? There are intelligent animals, of course. We all know about how smart dolphins, parrots, crows, octopi – we all know there’s other intelligent species on our planet. But you can’t have a discussion with a parrot, can you? Even if they know how to talk, the parrot can’t really describe its perspective on its existence. But alternates – provided keep them at arms length – can. In fact, we have a few reports from survivors of MAD who spent days in the presence of an alternate, and they’re apparently very chatty about themselves.

A. Torres: Indeed. You know, between you and me – and my dear listeners, of course, though they already know this – I’m pretty close to the Alternate Crisis myself.

R. Sharpe: Right, your nephew-

A. Torres: Yep. He had a really close call with one of them. Even lost… The kid may have just been his close friend, but honestly, he was like another son to my sister, another nephew to me…

R. Sharpe: I’m so sorry…

A. Torres: Yeah… But what he told me does corroborate what you’re saying. There really isn’t anything quite like them… And on that note, I think I’ve kept my listeners waiting long enough. Let’s get into the Type 6s.

R. Sharpe: Oh yes, let’s!

A. Torres: So, according to my research, you have a personal stake in this matter too, right?

R. Sharpe: Indeed.

A. Torres: Care to share the story?

R. Sharpe: Well, it was quite a hectic day of work. We were getting report after report about these new, non-hostile alternates. Like, getting tens of reports within a second. It was crazy!

A. Torres: I’ll bet.

R. Sharpe: Then one of my coworkers calls me over. “Your daughter was sharing a dorm with a guy named Sam, right?” I said, “Yeah, why?” It turns out he called to report that my own daughter is a Type 6!

A. Torres: Damn! I can’t even imagine… How did you process it? Do you still think of her as your daughter?

R. Sharpe: I do. I mean, I still haven’t seen her yet. I know that’s a common thread with the reports, that there’s this initial shock from their appearance. But I’ll be seeing her tomorrow, and when she gets here, I don’t plan on treating her any different than I did before the change.

A. Torres: I’m sure she’ll appreciate that. I don’t know any Type 6s, or anyone who’s close to one, but I’ve been watching some videos people have taken when their loved ones turned. It seems like it’s a painful process…

R. Sharpe: Yeah. I mean, they’re basically rearranging their whole bodies. Our current theory is that the reversion happens on the cellular level. Every single cell gets destroyed and recreated in an instant.

A. Torres: God damn… I can see why they’re getting some sympathy from folks.

R. Sharpe: It’s that; probably the familiarity too.

A. Torres: And on that note, here’s the big question everyone wants answered: Why let them evacuate, and is it safe?

R. Sharpe: Let’s start with the question of safety. As far as any of us can tell – and I’ve been up close with alternates for over two decades now – it is safe to remain in proximity with a Type 6. Not only are they generally not hostile towards humans, but many of them have exhibited hostility towards other, non-Type 6 alternates.

A. Torres: Really? Why do you think that is?

R. Sharpe: Hard to say. The few Type 6s who reported themselves, they were highly reluctant to shed light on their relation to other alternates. What we have gathered is that there appears to be some kind of mental link between all alternates. It’s possible this may be some form of territorial behavior. Like, “These humans are mine, either go find your own or we’re gonna have a problem.”

A. Torres: Then I’ll bet you and Sam are going to be very safe with… What’s your daughter’s name?

R. Sharpe: Delilah.

A. Torres: Delilah, right. And what’s the scoop on the evacuation?

R. Sharpe: It goes back to what I was saying about sentience. Beyond the moral implications around mass-executing sentient beings so similar to ourselves, we also now have access to a much safer avenue for alternate behavior studies. Before this, you had to basically take your life and your psyche into your own hands for this line of work. But not only are Type 6s easier to understand on the linguistic level, but they actually seem to avoid inducing MAD!

A. Torres: For real? Any theories as to why that might be?

R. Sharpe: It’s the same territorial theory. Only instead of what you usually see in other animals, where they get territorial over food, land, or mates, it seems to be social in nature. They don’t want to maintain their human relationships as a means to an end; having these relationships is the end.

A. Torres: You know, I think I’m starting to get where your fascination comes from. In fact… okay, this is where I prove that I’m crazier than you.

R. Sharpe: Now I’m intrigued!

A. Torres: Is it weird that I kind of want to meet a Type 6?

R. Sharpe: (laughter) Well, I said Delilah would be over tomorrow! Maybe you can meet her then!

A. Torres: (laughter) I’d love that! Well, unfortunately, I think that’s all the time we have, Rebecca. Once again, thank you for coming by. I’m sure your words have put a lot of people at ease regarding Type 6s.

R. Sharpe: My pleasure!

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New Years Eve/New Years Day

Part 163(TIS)

It’s the last day of the year and everyone is in the living room. They are getting ready to watch the MBC Gayo to celebrate New Year’s Eve.

“I can’t believe they asked us to preform again this year” said nayeon. “Yes, im lucky that I was able to participate too” said mina.

“Our slot should be coming coming out soon” said Jeongyeon.

“Let’s bring out some snacks” says momo as she walks towards the kitchen. Sana and Chaeyoung both follow and begin to bring different types of snacks and placing them on the dining table.

“Sana, can you bring me some chocolate milk” asks Dahyun. “Yeah, let me get that for you” replies sana.

“Look you girls are up next” you say out loud. This gets everyone’s attention and brings them to the living room couch. They all take their seats on the couch or on the floor, facing the large television.

The tv screen turns black and you then see the group appear on the screen. Out comes mina on screen and says

“Hey, boy

Look, I’m gonna make this simple for you

You got two choice

Yes or yes?”

Automatically momo says “yah, mina. Is that what you told y/n when you forced him to fuck you?” Did you say “you got two choice, yes or yes” as she laughs. You turn to mina and see that she is covering her face with her hands out of embarrassment.

“No! I’m that wasn’t me, that was Sharon” cries out mina. “Don’t embarrass her like that momo, its in the past” says jihyo.

“Okay, ill stop” momo replies.

They then continue to watch both performances “Yes or Yes” and Dance the Night Away.” The babies are also excited on seeing their mother perform on stage but are confused that they are in both places. Once the stage is over they talk to each other on how good the performance came out.

Dahyun then says “I wish I could have performed for once, too” with an upset voice. “I’m sorry Dahyun, you’ll get your chance soon, once the baby is born” says Jihyo, trying to comfort her.

“Don’t be upset dahyun, I’m sure you will get more chances to perform for Once” says Nayeon. Some of the members then stand up and try to comfort dahyun.

“Aww poor babies, you’re both sleepy” says mina as she notices that the twins are yawning. “They must be really sleep, it is past their bed time” says Sana. “Yes, you’re right, I might as well put them down to sleep” replies Mina.

“Why don’t we all sleep together here in the living room” says jihyo. “That is a great idea, we can put down the padded mats on the floor and use it to sleep” says Nayeon. “That sounds fun” comments Tzuyu.

“That does sound like fun. What do you two say” as Mina looks at the twins for approval. Jisoo then shakes her hand on the couch and Chaeyoung comments “i think Jisoo likes that idea.”

“Okay, it’s settled. Bring out the mats and y/n if you can move the couches a bit farther to make space” says Jihyo as she asks the girls and you bring out the mats from the storage room.

Both Jihyo and Mina get the kids ready while you and the members set everything up. Dahyun then makes a small section where they babies can sleep comfortably.

Once everything is ready the members go back to their rooms and bring out pillows and blankets. They throw them, making a large pile.

The babies then come out and are ready to sleep. They are placed in the secured area and tucked in. The members in the other hand rush back and get changed into their sleep ware.

It is 11:45 pm and the babies are deep asleep, the lights of the living room are dimmed down to make sure the kids don’t wake up.

The girls are at the dining table preparing some apple cider to celebrate with. You on the other hand are taking out a bowl of washed grapes. “We forget that you have a custom of eating grapes when new years arrives right y/n” asks Chaeyoung. “Yeah, I used to do this a lot with my family. We ate a grape for every month and make a wish” you replied.

It’s 11:59pm and all of you are counting down the remaining minute. “Can’t believe we are going to welcoming new years as a family” says nayeon.

“Yeah, we are going to be busy soon” says Jihyo. “What do you mean? asks Mina.

“Look only five more seconds” points out Chaeyoung.

11:59:55pm

11:59:56pm

11:59:57pm

11:59:58pm

11:59:59pm

12:00:00 am

“Happy New Year!!” softly yell the members as the welcome 2019.

They hug each other, drink their cider and begin to make their wishes with every grape they eat.

“I wish to preform in front of Once soon” says Dahyun.

Jihyo hears this and says “your wish might come sooner than expected” replies Jihyo.

It’s 1:00am and all the members are asleep. Mina and Jihyo are sleeping next to their children and Dahyun on the soft couch. The rest of the members are on the patted mat. You’re sleeping next to Nayeon as she is holding onto you. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu are cuddling each other and so is momo and sana. Jeongyeon on the other hand is farthest from you as she mentioned that “I am not going to sleep with 5 feet from you.”

You all welcome the new year with a snowfall as it covers the ground with a blanket of white snow.

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So here's the first chapter of my current work (a crackfic of the finest order). Chapters 1-3 are already posted on my ao3 poppyluv_3, I've just decided that I want to use my Tumblr account more and will probably be posting chapters 2 & 3 here sometime later. Chapter four will be up soon along with something extra I've been working on once I cleared my slump of writer's block lol.

Fair warning, I'm a novice writer and doing this crackfic for fun, also still finding my writing style so stuff will switch up whenever as I feel like trying something out.

Prologue chapters: 1

Chapters: 2, 3, 4

Also feel free to check out this Silly Shenanigans series on ao3 here.

The Chosen One

Chapter One | Obito and Kakashi: First Meeting

One might think it a little early for a certain Uchiha to be up and about. Should anyone ask, said boy would then say he was on his way to class. Why so early?, you may question -but the fact of the matter is this: The universe will always make it so Uchiha Obito is late.

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The day before, their instructor had told them to expect a new classmate. There had been an odd tone to his words as he spoke, but Obito stopped paying attention once the man said their classmate would be a whole two years younger than them. Probably closer to three years younger than Obito himself, but that was beside the point.

He could not afford to be late on the day an apparent genius would be joining their class. Sure, the teacher hadn't said it himself, but Obito had heard the rumors. Hatake -something, who was just sooo talented the academy had no choice but to bump him up a few grades. 'Cause apparently this wasn't the first time this kid was skipping ahead, either. Which Obito found hard to believe, because he was only eight himself and in third grade -most of the others in his class were almost eight as well! For this Hatake kid to have skipped a grade twice already, and all while not even meeting the academy age requirement since he was only five years old, well, people might call Obito dumb, but not even he was dumb enough to fall for that obvious lie.

So yes, he was trying not to be late today. Unfortunately, just as the sun started to really light up the streets, Obito heard a caw from near directly above him. Suddenly aware of a bag of pistachios inexplicably clipped onto his clothes, he paled.

The bird cawed again. Another joins it. Soon, what could be mistaken for a swarming black cloud forms above him. Obito gulps.

The first crowd drops to hop at his feet, and Obito holds his breath. As soon as it starts inching closer, he turns around and runs.

The murder follows.

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Of course, the rumors turn out to not be a lie. Hatake Kakashi was just as much a genius as the others proclaimed, easily answering any questions when called upon, expertly throwing shuriken when they went outside to practice, the whole shebang. How he got past the age requirement was still anyone's guess, though.

Weighing his options, Obito eventually convinced himself to approach Kakashi, who was proving himself to be more and more amazing with each passing day. The semester had really only just begun, but it was looking more and more to Obito like he wouldn't be moving on with the rest of his class. Again.

Kakashi was pretty quiet, and there was this look in his eyes- like he was judging you, but he obviously knew what he was doing. Besides, Rin seemed to always be watching the silver haired boy nowadays, so maybe if Obito was around him, she'd see him, too!

…so yea, Obito was gonna talk to Kakashi. And it totally had nothing to do with his crush on Rin, or with how Kakashi was just really cool looking and amazing at pretty much everything-

A minute movement from the corner of his eye and Obito swerved, intent on making sure it wasn't another crow having come to collect its due.

Nothing.

Obito brushed imaginary feathers from his jacked and took a deep breath. Okay, so maybe he just wanted to talk to his new classmate. Both to get Rin's attention, yes, but also because Kakashi seemed pretty cool, too. And maybe the prodigy would be willing to help him out, that would be the best possible outcome.

…could Kakashi's coolness be contagious? 'Cause that would be awesome!!!

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Obito's resolve to approach Kakashi had been interrupted by the teacher calling them back inside, but that didn't matter. He would just have to find Kakashi after class.

Which was notoriously difficult. Others had tried approaching their new classmate already, but Kakashi had a tendency to just disappear as fast as possible.

Maybe Obito should wait…?

No! Like his granny always said 'you'll never know until you try,' and Obito would not let Kakashi's skittishness change his mind!

As soon as class was done for the day, Kakashi was up and out of his seat. For once though, he didn't bolt right out the door, instead going to talk with the teacher. Deciding to linger by the doorway, Obito got front row seats to his departing classmates being pushed aside by a bright green dart.

Said dart turned out to be a boy about a year younger than him, with a rather ugly looking jumpsuit and -unique hairstyle, Obito mentally corrected. The boy struck a pose with a thumbs up, grin somehow gleaming. Transfixed, Obito missed what he said.

"Maa.. not today, Gai. My father's picking me up."

Obito blinked at the voice, and the green boy- Gai? deflated dramatically, reminding him of some of his older cousins. Then just as suddenly, Gai perked up again, face lighting up.

"We should have our Dads race instead! That way we may witness how much further we have to go, still! Come, Rival, the Spring of our Youth has only just begun!" Obito could just hear the uppercases in that, how-?

"To see the possible Fruits of Labor the future has in store for us," a fist brought dramatically to his chest, head turning and eyes closed "would be an Eye-Opening Opportunity!"

Kakashi hummed, moving towards the doorway where the strange boy was waiting. Obito just watched, and, registering that his target had just left, felt oddly cheated.

Like a spell broken with Kakashi's departure, the students still in the classroom began to murmur.

"Isn't that the kid that failed the entrance exam last semester?" Someone to his right said.

"I heard my sister talking about him to her friends- apparently he's got some special talent or something,"

"That kid? No way, my cousin said his dad's the eternal genin, no way he's got some cool ability." Obito frowned at that comment, grabbing at the goggles hanging around his neck. It was only a matter of time before those kids remembered he was there and started saying something mean about him again if he didn't leave, but-

"I don't know, if he managed to get Kakashi's attention, then he's gotta be somewhat special, right?" The words came out quietly, but even so, Obito felt them settling in his mind as truth. Kakashi had been in their class for just about a week now, but in that time, he hadn't seen the other boy talk to anyone, not even when approached first. Obito tried to ignore the weird feeling settling in his stomach, he'd just have to talk to Kakashi the next day. No biggie.

The group of three turned to look at him. Then, as if able to read each other's minds, they all turned up their noses in sync and walked away. Obito blinked, trying to will away the tears. Somehow, his current class had decided the best punishment for him was the silent treatment. And the reason he was being punished? Being so late they missed out on a fieldtrip to outside the village.

He really had tried to be on time that day. It's not Obito's fault that the clan decided they just had to go over emergency procedure drills right then, and had accidentally knocked down one of his granny's walls.

Then again, no one asked Obito to stay and make sure all of his granny's belongings were found, but also- it was his granny. Still, the only one to understand was Rin. She was too kind, really. Probably why everyone was so reluctant to say something mean around her. It was like how his cousins acted when around his granny, Obito had noticed. Like they knew it was wrong and didn't want to do any wrong in their presence.

He scoffed, making his way out the building. What did it matter, in the end? Even if they knew it was wrong, they still did it when no one they cared about was looking.

Obito paused to stare at the sky once he made it outside, blinking away angry tears. Movement from his left peripheral caused him to turn and find Kakashi lounging on a tree branch. "WHAa…?!"

Wide eyes stared blankly at him before drooping. A loud boom sounded from the distance. Kakashi seemed to sink into the branch.

A moment of silence, then "..hello," Obito said dumbly.

Kakashi blinked at him. "Hi."

"...I thought you were going off with that green kid to find your parents."

The silver haired boy turned around on his branch, hugging it like a sloth. Obito stared, perplexed.

" ….. 'ma dad's too shy, he won't want to compete."

That didn't explain anything. "So?"

"So I told Gai to convince him for me. That's what he gets for not showing up when he said he would." There was a gleam to Kakashi's eyes as he spoke, and Obito gulped, oddly reminded of that feeling just before the crows started circling him this morning.

The branches rustled as another boom shook the earth. Kakashi sighed and Obito decided he could wait to have a proper conversation another day.

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It wouldn't be until later that evening, when his granny's favorite street cat decided to pop in for a visit and engaged Obito in a staring contest, that he would realize Kakashi's stare had been nearly identical.

#poppyseedshelpmesleep #Hatake Kakashi #fanfic #I don't know how to tag still help #ps how do I center something on a post so its centered both on mobile and desktop #cause I'm mostly on mobile and dont want to use space in case it gets iffy on desktop #also #WHY do I like italicizing so much??#whyyy #The Chosen One fanfic #Silly Shenanigans au

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Forced To Believe Chapter 20- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 6

Chapter Summary: Melanie expresses concern over Jojo's choice of men and enjoys Vegas

Words: 1,000+

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Eva Marie, Jojo and Melanie go to the gym. "We're gonna do some planks." Eva Marie said.

"Have fun, I'm going to the punching bag." Melanie walked away.

Eva and Jojo get started on their planks. "Okay, let's hold for ten seconds." Eva told her.

Eva Marie (So while Jojo and I were doing planks, we couldn't help but hear a lot of battle cries and grunting from Melanie and we saw her seriously kicking the punching bag's ass. I mean literally. Her face expression? She looked pissed.)

"Go Melanie go!" Jojo cheered.

"Is she mad about something?" Eva asked

"She's seriously not giving that punching bag any mercy."

Melanie gave the punching bag a big kick as she did a battle cry. The bag dropped and fell out of its holder as Jojo and Eva looked surprised.

Melanie's eyes widen as some workers and other superstars look at her.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" Melanie exclaimed as they laughed.

"It's fine." The worker chuckled and set it back up.

"Wow, Melanie." Eva chuckled.

"I said I was sorry. I had a moment." The Philly diva rubbed the back of her neck, with an embarrassed smile.

"Who were you thinking about while you were doing those hard shots?"

"I was working on my anger. I was thinking of Randy. Not in real life but in the storyline Creative wants me to be a little more aggressive soon since I'll be in a storyline with Randy again."

"Yikes, I totally don't want to get on your bad side." Jojo giggled

'Eva Marie and Jojo's apartment'

Melanie (Jojo and Eva are having a little get together since they got their new apartment. So happy for them. This is gonna be fun.)

"What's up, guys?" Melanie grinned as Jojo hugged her and shut the door.

"Where your Joker at?" Trinity grinned.

"Out of the States doing a wrestling show with Colby and Joe. He'll be going to Vegas though." Melanie explained as she sat on the couch with Nikki and Nattie. "You know what? Let's turn up!"

"Now you're talking!" Trinity put on some tunes and everyone started dancing and having fun. Later on, the girls sat down with Jojo to talk about Justin.

Melanie (Honestly, she just got out of a relationship and Justin is in his 30s. I just don't think it's going to work out. So, we are giving her a warning but we'll be there for her no matter what.)

"Hey, girl, I like me some older guys. Nothing wrong with that." Ariane said. "I had an ex boyfriend, I was 17 and he was 25. But when I turned 20, I dated a 41 year old."

"Yikes!" Melanie exclaimed as some divas gasped.

Melanie (She takes 'Age isn't nothing but a number' seriously.)

Jojo (It's true Justin is older than me but whatever happens, happens.)

Jojo and Justin go to another room while Melanie and Nikki sit on the couch.

"Aren't you gonna drink some wine?" Nikki asked.

"Nah. Not tonight." Melanie replied.

"Oh come on, let's all have a drink for a preview of Nattie's bachelorette party."

"I kind of stopped drinking,"

"Shut up!" Nikki exclaimed. "No, you did not."

"Sort of."

"When did this happen? When's the last time you were drunk or had a buzz?"

"Uh...a while. It's a bit of a long story..."

Melanie (Ah...for personal reasons...)

"Girl talk." Nikki motioned to the other girls.

"What's wrong?" Nattie asked.

"Melanie stopped drinking," Nikki replied.

"I didn't stop completely. I just try to limit it." Melanie replied.

"Really? You were always the party girl." Eva asked.

"Yes, girl. She always be booty popping." Ariane started shaking her ass as the girls laughed.

'Las Vegas, Nevada'

The divas and guys but Melanie arrive in a hotel room and get situated.

"Where did Melanie go?" Nattie asked.

"She went to meet up with Jon," Eva answered. "She said she'll meet up with us before it's time to go to your bachelorette party."

"Let's have a pool party. Can someone text Melanie to tell her what's up?" Brie asked.

"I will." Trinity said as she whipped out her phone.

'To Melanie'

Melanie (Jon is coming back from his international tour with Colby and Joe. So now I just gotta wait for him to get to the Palms hotel.)

Moments later she saw him arrive in jeans, a blue shirt and sunglasses as he carried his bags inside.

"Yay, you're here!" She ran to give him a big hug.

"What I miss?" Jon greeted her with a kiss.

"We're having a pool party and we gotta get in our rooms. I have the keys. Follow me." She replied

Later on, at poolside, Melanie and Jon walked over to the gang.

"Sorry, we're late. Had to find our hotel room." Melanie gave everyone an apologetic smile while Jon had an arm around her waist. Moments later, she went over to Nikki and Nattie. "Hey!"

"Wow, you look hot." Nikki grinned as she gave her a friendly hug. She checked out Melanie's dark blue two piece swimsuit.

"Haha, thanks."

"You look so good." Nattie smiled and hugged her.

The three girls sit down.

"So, what's going on?" Melanie asked.

"Jaret sent me another text." Nattie said as Nikki and Melanie glanced at each other. "It's harmless." She reassured.

"Nattie, it's not harmless," Nikki said.

"Agreed," Melanie replied.

Nikki (These texts from Jaret are so flirty)

Melanie (Someone's flirting up a storm. Nattie isn't seeing how he's really flirting with her.)

"That smiley face in that text means it's time to get it on." Nikki stated.

"Kind of agree. I mean, he said he'll be thinking about you in his dreams. That's uh...yeah..." Melanie shrugged.

"Please don't mention this to Brie or anyone else." Nattie said.

"I'll be back, I'm gonna pull a prank on Jon." Melanie grinned. She got up and walked up to him as he was talking to Justin, Jon Uso, and Trinity. "Hey guys."

"Hey, girl." Trinity grinned and hugged her.

"Hey, Jon you see that over there?" Melanie asked as Jon turned around. She quickly pushed him into the pool and everyone laughed. "Haha, couldn't resist."

"You are so dead." Jon grinned and got out of the pool to chase after her

"I didn't do anything!" Melanie yelled with laughter as she ran from him.

"Run!" Trinity shouted.

"He's so gonna catch her." Jon Uso chuckled.

Nikki (These two like to play around a lot. Wonder if they play around like that in bed.)

Melanie (If Jon ever sprints towards me, the only thing on my mind is...Flee! Get the hell out of there! But he always catches me so, I always get thrown in the pool with him.)

Jon easily caught her bridal style.

"No! Time out! Time out!" Melanie yelled but got thrown in the pool. She swam back up to the surface and pushed her hair back. "Not cool man! Not cool!"

Jon laughed. "Here I'll help you up." He had his hand out to help her out of the pool but she grabbed it and pulled him down to make him fall in.

"Oh!" The gang exclaimed.

Melanie grabbed Jon in a headlock. "Victory is mine!"

Jojo (They are just so funny together.)

After Melanie and Jon's little playful fight, TJ and Nattie get in the pool

"Let's play a game!" Melanie suggested

TJ and Nattie agreed to play chicken with Melanie and Jon as the girls got on the guys' shoulders.

Melanie (Not going down without a fight. It's on!)

"On your mark...get set...go!" Ariane announced as Melanie and Nattie tried to push each other off.

Melanie managed to push Nattie down after a while.

"Yes! Justice has been served!" Melanie cheered.

"Damn right!" Jon shouted as she got off his shoulders and kissed him.

Nattie (I have never seen Melanie smile this much. Ever since her relationship with Jon, she has just been glowing. I'm really happy for her.)

'Back To The Hotel Room'

"Us girls are gonna get ready for Nattie's bachelorette party and we can't be late. We love you guys but we gotta go." Nikki said.

"Eva, Jojo and I are gonna go out and look around while you girls do your thing. Have fun. Tell us all about it when you get back." Melanie waved.

I hope you guys are okay with just walking around." Jojo said as she walked around the hotel with them.

Jojo (I'm not 21 so I can't do anything. I can't gamble, I can't go out.)

Eva Marie (Jojo is so upset, she's nineteen, she can't even legally drink if she wanted to. I don't drink because of personal reasons and Melanie is trying to limit her drinking so we decided to walk with Jojo. And...guess who we see?)

The girls see Justin with another girl.

"He told me he was out and I'm like cool, whatever. Fuck you, that's all I care." Jojo retorted.

Melanie (I knew this was bound to happen. I knew it.)

"That's the thing, he's stupid right now and doesn't understand what's going on." Jojo went on as they walked outside.

Eva Marie (I see Justin go inside a cab with another chick.)

"Oh my God, he just bounced in the cab with another chick. That's it, dude, I'm done. I'm fucking done..." Jojo shook her head.

Melanie (I feel so sorry for her...)

Eva Marie (I feel bad for Jojo but we all warned her. Now hopefully she learned her lesson.)

"I really, really liked him. I really did." Jojo sadly said

Melanie nodded as Jojo vented to her and Eva on the bed in their hotel room.

"I still do." Jojo sighed as Eva Marie and Melanie glanced at each other

Melanie (It's going to be tough but I just hope she learns her lesson. She needs to get over that man for real. He's not worth it)

Eva Marie (What more do you need to understand that he's not serious with you?)

"Everything will be all right." Eva Marie tried to make her feel better and Jojo gave them both a hug.

'Next night'

Melanie and the gang have dinner to celebrate Nattie's upcoming wedding with TJ.

"Cheers to 13 years of a relationship, that finally the time has come to make it official even though I know in their hearts that it's already been official. So thank you for having us here for the special time and we look forward to being there on your special day, at your wedding." Brie smiled, making a toast.

Brie (I find Nattie and TJ's relationship beautiful.)

Melanie (They are such an awesome couple. I cannot wait for their wedding.)

"Toast to orgasms and boners!" Nikki toasted with everyone as everyone laughed.

"Happy bachelorette Nattie." Nikki grinned as a waiter brought in a cake of a man's chest and abs and his lower area.

"Oh...my...God." Nattie looked in surprise.

Nattie bit the lower area as everyone laughed and cheered. Later on, some people started to notice that Vincent and Ariane were starting to have some problems. He kept acting wild as Ariane tried to tell him to calm down and stop. Later on, the waiters bring out cotton candy.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Jojo said happily.

"Yes! Cotton candy! Childhood memories" Melanie cheered. She grabbed a handful and fed it to Jon as he did the same to her. "All right that's enough for you. This is mine now." She said while he laughed in response.

"Babe!" Ariane pushed the long piece of cotton candy from her face as Vincent started playing around with it. "No."

Ariane (Okay, you're making an ass out of yourself. What are you doing? I'ma need you to get it together.)

After dinner, everyone went to the Ghost Bar and started to party as Melanie danced with Trinity and Nikki.

"Go Trin!" Melanie grinned as she started going all out with her dance moves.

But then Vincent started drinking too many shots.

Ariane (Right now we're having a great time but Vinny might have had one, two, three too many shots. I just hope tonight, he doesn't get too crazy.)

As the night went on, Melanie and the rest of the girls started to notice Vincent and Ariane arguing.

Melanie (I'm not touching that with a 60 foot pole. I'm gonna mind my business.)

Trinity (Ariane and Vinny are just back and forth arguing. And he's crying, I mean you're supposed to be turnt up. Not turnt down.)

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 33: Interview

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 5 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 4.1k

❧ In This Chapter: The leader of Alexandria interviews everyone in your group for admission into the seemingly pristine community. Daryl already has a hard time adjusting to the new setting.

❧ A/N: You guys have no idea how long I've been wanting to write for Alexandria era. I just love the idea of Reader and Daryl actually being able to settle down and have their own little house... So sweet. I think they deserve it, too, after everything they've been through. I mean, we know they go through a whole lot more, but let's just relish in this moment, okay? Okay.

When the motor home stopped, you were asleep with your head on Daryl’s lap. You felt his hand gently shake you awake.

“We’re here,” he said quietly.

Approaching the gate, you and Daryl stood on the edge of your group. You had your gun out just in case, but it was mostly to keep up appearances. Everyone else was ready to fire, so you didn’t want to stick out.

Daryl had his crossbow at the ready as he looked around suspiciously. Beyond the walls, you could hear the sound of children playing, yelling and laughing with each other. It was a welcome sound, certainly more comforting than the snarls and moans of hungry walkers.

“Stay close,” he said to you.

You nodded to satiate his protective instincts, though you knew no one was going to hurt your group. Maybe you should have been more cautious like the others, but you wanted to believe this was a good thing. It was always one thing you couldn’t shake, one of your weaknesses—you were too quick to trust, some would even say gullible.

When the gates opened with a clang, Aaron, with Eric limping beside him, went in first. Just as he did so, you heard a rustling from one of the trash cans behind Daryl. Not hesitating, Daryl immediately shot at the possum that scurried out from it.

You looked at Aaron and saw another man you hadn’t seen yet opened the rest of the gate for you all. He looked suspiciously at Daryl as he held the possum by its tail.

There was an awkward silence.

“We brought dinner,” he said.

You tried not to laugh. The man still looked at you all confused. “It’s okay,” assured Aaron. He ushered you forward. “Come on in, guys.”

Glenn was the first to cross through the gate, with you and Daryl following closely behind, and the other trickling in slowly.

The gates closed with a series of squeaks and creaks. You looked back out between the rusty bars, hopeful that this was the right choice. “Before we take this any further,” the new man said, “I need you all to turn over your weapons.”

The red flags shot up like geysers. You all were armed to the teeth, though. You must have looked like some kind of paramilitary organization. You had to admit, it wasn’t the best look. Neither was Daryl’s possum, but he wasn’t giving that up, either.

One thing you soon found out about Daryl after getting to know him was that he was never one to pass up an opportunity to eat or to provide your group with food, and no wild animal was safe when it came to the practically carnivorous man.

You just wished he would’ve passed on the possum in front of the Alexandrians, but another thing you quickly found out about Daryl was that he simply didn’t care what other people thought about him. Well, everyone except you, and maybe a few other people in your group.

“You stay,” the man continued, “you hand ‘em over.”

“We don’t know if we want to stay,” replied Rick.

“It’s—it’s fine, Nicholas,” assured Aaron.

“If we were gonna use ‘em,” Rick continued, “we would have started already.”

Aaron nodded. “Let them talk to Deanna first.”

“Who’s Deanna?” Abraham boomed.

“She knows everything you’d want to know about this place.” Aaron looked at Rick. “Rick, why don’t you start?”

Rick went to see Deanna first. When he came back, he agreed to let them take your weapons and put them in storage. Then, it was Daryl’s turn.

“You’re welcome to sit, Daryl,” Deanna told him as he stood fiddling with the trinkets on the coffee table. “I won’t bite.”

He looked around the room, its myriad of books overwhelming him. “Yeah, I’m all right,” he muttered. He began to pace, swinging the possum absentmindedly from his grasp as he did.

He was filthy, covered in dirt and sweat from living outside for weeks now. His long, dark hair was greasier than you’d ever seen it from lack of washing. You had tried to make him look a little more presentable before he went in, but he grunted and groaned so much that you were only able to push his hair back behind his ears a bit.

“Try to be friendly,” you said to him as you dusted off his shoulders and watched a cloud of dirt fly off of him. “Turn on that southern charm of yours. Make her fall in love with you if you have to. We need to make a good impression.”

He scoffed, then half-heartedly swatted your hand away. “Ain’t tryin’ to impress some goddamn rich uppity—”

You shot him a tight-lipped glare that immediately silenced him, as if he was trained to read that very expression. “Daryl,” you said sternly, “this is not just for you, but for our group. Judith, Carl…” You began absentmindedly fixing his hair, to which he scrunched up his face in disturbance.

You removed your hands and shook your head at his expression. “All right,” you said, “get in there.”

You only noticed he was still carrying the possum when he disappeared through the door. Oh, Daryl.

“Daryl,” Deanna began, “do you want to be here?”

That was a fair question. He certainly didn’t look like he did. He didn’t even look like he should be in such a fancy room given the state of him.

He shrugged. “The boy and the baby, they deserve a roof.” He looked up at the elaborate crown molding. “I guess.”

“What about (Y/N)?” Deanna asked.

Daryl froze. “Aaron told me you two are together,” she added. “Surely you want her to be safe.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah.”

She nodded back. “She’ll be safe here. All of you. You can have a real life.”

Daryl scoffed, but he didn’t say much after that.

He saw the houses, the lawns, the fences, the flowers, the children, the pets. There was no death, no decay, no dystopia. It was the kind of place he never felt he fit into, but it was certainly the world you deserved to live in.

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t trust the people or their intentions. He couldn’t see any red flags so far, and he knew now that Aaron wouldn’t hurt you or the people you loved. Still, he wondered if it was too good to be true, and if he could ever feel settled here.

When he came out to meet you, he told you it was your turn.

Entering Deanna’s living room slowly, you took the opportunity to observe your surroundings.

It was bright and airy, with walls of books and plenty of large, well-crafted furniture. On either side of the fireplace were two sets of French doors leading to the back porch. “Wow,” you said under your breath.

“Nice, isn’t it?”

You were startled by her sudden appearance from the hallway. You supposed you were still a little jumpy from being outside so long. “Sorry,” you said. “Didn’t see you there.”

She nodded. “Sit down.”

You sat yourself in the olive green brocade patterned living chair, and Deanna sat across from you on the bulky leather couch. The chair was stiff, but it was the comfiest chair you sat in in a while.

Deanna was an older woman, perhaps in her late fifties or early sixties, you guessed. She was incredibly short, too—much shorter than you. Still, she had a powerful presence about her. She had to if she was their leader.

“Do you mind if I record this chat, for our records?”

You looked up at her, then to the camcorder on a tripod behind her, not sure what to say. You shook your head a little as you gathered your thoughts. “Um, sure. That’s fine, I guess.”

It had been you with the same general group of people for almost two years, with a few new ones sprinkled through here and there. When you talk to the same people for so long, you forget that other people exist and have their own ways of speaking. You were still getting used to it again.

She leaned back in her seat. “So,” she began, “you’re Aaron’s sister?”

You nodded. “Y-yes.”

“He told me a lot about you. Well, enough to know you’re a lot like him.”

You smiled awkwardly. “I get that a lot. I mean, I did… we’re a lot alike. We were, um, separated in the beginning.”

“He mentioned that,” she said. “It’s always hard to not know if your family’s alive or not.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “It was very difficult.”

“But you found your people, in Rick and the others?”

It was like she could read your mind. That was exactly what you were thinking.

“I did. I was with the group before Rick came along, though. We were at a quarry outside of Atlanta. It was me and a lot of people who aren’t with us anymore…” You thought of their faces again. “And some who are still here.”

“Who?”

You counted each one in your head. Your group had gone through so many people now that it could be difficult to keep track of who was still alive and who wasn’t.

“Daryl, Carol, Glenn, Carl…” You trailed off. “Rick came to us later. He was reunited with Carl and his wife. She didn’t make it.”

“The baby’s mother?”

“Yes, Judith. The baby’s called Judith.”

Deanna nodded in understanding. “And the others came along for the ride?”

You nodded. “That’s correct. We’ve all been through a lot together, ran into some… unagreeable people. That’s why Rick was so hesitant to let us come with Aaron. We’d been deceived and threatened by so many people that he didn’t want to take another chance.”

“It’s understandable,” she said. “I admire his devotion to keeping you all safe. He seems like a good leader.”

“He is,” you said. “They’re all good, every one of them. Some I know more than others, but we’re all family.”

She hummed in acknowledgment. “Well, far be it from me to separate a family. We are going to take in all of you, and each of you is going to have a job of sorts. That’s why I want to meet with each of you individually.”

You furrowed your brow. “Job?”

“That’s right. Not so much in the old sense, though. We don’t have any money or anything like that, but we have rules. One of them is that everyone helps out in any way they can.”

You nodded. “Well, I’m willing to lend a hand with anything you need.”

She smiled. “That’s sweet of you, but I am going to assign you to one specific position within the community. One where I believe you will be most useful considering your strengths. So, what are your strengths?”

You swallowed hard. “Um…” It was like a job interview all over again. “Well, I can fight, I guess. I’ve learned quite a bit. I can take on walkers… or people.”

She studied your face. “No, (Y/N). Those aren’t the kind of skills I’m talking about. Aaron told me you were a librarian before all this. Why don’t you tell me about that.”

You were puzzled. No one cared about your librarian skills. They hadn’t ever been particularly useful. Even back at the prison when you spent a great deal of your free time tending to the library, it was more of a hobby than anything. You weren’t doing it to be useful in the practical sense of keeping the prison safe. Most of the time, you felt guilty for even doing it and not being out there on the fence (although you did that, too).

“Um, well… I was the head of special collections at a university library in Georgia. We worked with rare books, documents, archives, photographs… things like that. Old things, mostly. One of my responsibilities was preserving these objects and ensuring their longevity. Other than that, I did a lot of administrative work, communicating with other libraries and institutions, figuring out what we would put in our collection and how to get it. Um… I also worked on displays. We changed them out every quarter to display a new collection relating to one subject or piece of history. I know a lot about library and information systems, how to access information and research, and preservation techniques.” You took a deep breath after such a long explanation of your job. “I—I think that’s pretty much it.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Well, it seems like you were a real professional in your field.”

You shrugged. “I guess. I had a lot of responsibilities. For things that don’t matter much anymore.”

“That’s not entirely true,” she corrected you. “History, information, records… it’s all important. More now than ever. We need someone like you, someone to organize everything that’s happened, to tell their stories.”

You were silent, dumbfounded by her insistence that your job was important still. You used to think it was, too, but lately you were starting to think you weren’t going to live long enough to even begin telling your stories.

Still, you always wished you still had your notebook. You lost it with the prison, and in it you were keeping record of everything that happened to your group and the world as you knew it. It was your way of keeping track of time, and making your experiences material.

You looked down and smiled at the thought.

“What is it?” Deanna asked.

You looked back up at her. “Oh, um… it’s just, I used to keep this journal. I wrote about everything that happened. The things we went through, the people. I thought it was so important to write it all down, so that one day people would read it to their children when it all passed, if it could ever pass. I never gave up on that idea, but I guess I forgot it when I lost that notebook and things started getting bad again.”

“You could always find another notebook,” she said.

You laughed. “I suppose so.”

You looked at each other in silence for a moment before she spoke again. “Unfortunately, we don’t have a library here. We do, however, have a school. Well, a classroom… a garage, really.” You couldn’t help but smile. “Someone so passionate about learning and passing on your story to the next generation would be a good teacher for the kids.”

Your eyes widened. Kids?

You had no teaching experience. Sure, you often read to the kids at the prison, but that was easy. You were never the best around kids. You liked them enough, but some people were so much better with them. Most of the time, you just talked to them like they were adults. You never worked with kids, and you weren’t sure if you could do it well.

“Um, I don’t have any teaching experience.”

Deanna shrugged. “Most of our teachers don’t. We have one who was in education, but the others come from all walks of life. I think you would make a great teacher. We have textbooks and things of that sort to guide you. I will have one of our teachers bring them to you so you can get an idea what you’re working with. We need someone to help with the younger kids, between five and twelve, so we’ll have you work with them.”

How many are there? you wondered.

“Does that all sound good to you?”

You thought for a moment. You supposed it wasn’t the worst “job” you could be assigned to. You had no idea what the other jobs were, but teaching couldn’t be as bad as mowing the lawns or something.

“Yes,” you said. “Thank you.”

She rose from her seat and outstretched a hand. You rose, too, and took it. “I’m glad Aaron brought you here. I think you will like it. I’m going to assign your group two houses for now. We have other smaller ones so you and Daryl can have one when they’re all ready to move in, which should be soon.”

Daryl and me? Our own house? You were sure your jaw was on the floor. You spent the better part of your relationship secretly dreaming about finding some little house somewhere and fixing it up so you two could live there. You even hinted at it to him on more than one occasion, but you didn’t think it could ever happen.

“You mean, you’re going to just… give us a house?”

She laughed. “Well, yes. We’ve got plenty. We’ll give one to Glenn and Maggie, too. It’s a pretty big community, and we’re planning on growing it. Maybe we’ll even have a library someday.”

You shook your head in bewilderment. “This is… incredible.”

“You deserve it, after all you’ve been through.”

Coming out of Deanna’s house, Aaron met you on the front porch and guided you to the two side-by-side houses Deanna was giving to your people. Michonne walked past you into Deanna’s house as her “interview” was next.

“Where’s Daryl?” you asked Aaron, walking down the street together.

He didn’t have to answer you, just pointed ahead to where you saw Daryl sitting on the steps to what you presumed to be your new home gutting his possum.

“Of course that’s what he’s doing,” you sighed.

Aaron hugged you and kissed your cheek before he left you alone to talk to him. You sat yourself down on the steps with the possum in between you two. You watched him pull the organs out for a while in silence, your elbows on your knees propping up your chin like a fascinated child.

“You’re not really going to eat that, are you?”

He didn’t look up at you, only grunted in what you knew in Daryl’s non-verbal language was a “yes,” his messy hair hanging over his face as he worked.

You hummed in acknowledgement, your way of saying “okay, honey.”

“Did Deanna give you a job?” you asked.

He looked up at you. His face was so filthy, but his blue-grey eyes still shone out from his deep set eye sockets like they always did. “Job?”

“Yeah, she said she’s giving one to all of us. Something to do around here, to help out.”

He went back to pulling out the possum’s small intestines and plopping them on the wooden porch. “Didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout a job to me.”

You furrowed your brow. “That’s odd. I wonder why.”

He scoffed. “Don’t trust me.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” you said, trying to keep his negative thoughts at bay. “Maybe she’s still trying to figure something out for you. You’ve got a lot of talents, you know.” He looked at you like you were messing with him. “I’m serious. You could do anything around here.”

“She give you a job?” Daryl asked.

“Yeah, teacher. Not sure how I feel about it.”

He was silent for a moment. “You’d be good at it.”

You smiled, a heat forming in your cheeks. “You think so?”

He looked up at you. “Know so.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. As long as you’d been with Daryl, he still managed to get you acting like a schoolgirl.

When Daryl didn’t say anything again for a while, you blurted out what was really on your mind. “She said we can have our own house, when they get one ready for us.”

Daryl looked back up at you again, his face smattered in blood as had just rubbed his hand against his forehead. “Already got a house, two of ‘em.” He gestured to the house behind him.

You shook your head. “No, she said we could have our own, you and me. Away from the others. Just us.”

He had an unreadable expression on his face. If you had to guess, it was somewhere between suspicion and elation. It became lost in a sea of dark, ashy brown hair as he quietly returned to his possum.

“Any thoughts on that?” You leaned forward to try to get a look at his face from underneath all that hair.

He shrugged. “Just… seems like it ain’t real s’all. Like it’s gonna just disappear.”

You sighed. “I know, it does. It’s what I always wanted though, a place we can be safe… happy. I’ve been looking for it since the beginning. Sometimes I didn’t think we’d ever actually find it, but I think we just did.”

Daryl pulled his red rag from his pocket and began wiping his face and hands as he looked at you. “Be nice to have a roof, place to be alone… not have to run around so much.”

You smiled. You would have scooted closer to hug him, but the disemboweled possum was still separating the two of you. “That’s the spirit.” Unsatisfied with his lackluster clean, you took the rag from his hands and leaned forward to wipe off the rest of the blood. “Someone needs a hot shower.”

Two days had passed, and Daryl, unsurprisingly, did not take a shower.

You had, and everyone else had, but not Daryl.

As much as you liked to think you understood him, Daryl often reacted to things in a way not even you could comprehend. You knew he wasn’t really afraid of Deanna and her people being psychos, he was mostly just unable to accept this place as home.

He told you he was scared it would be taken away if he settled in, but you knew, too, that he just wasn’t used to a place like Alexandria. Even before the outbreak, Daryl didn’t live in a home for very long. He had his childhood home, but he spent as much time as he could away from it, opting to sleep in the woods when things got too bad with his father.

He was always vague about the details, probably because he wanted to forget them, but he did tell you about his life before. Usually, it was in small tidbits, and you were left to put the pieces together yourself. What you got from his backstory was that he was always an outsider, and that he never let people in.

In Alexandria, it was clear to you that it was a community based on letting people in. You couldn’t really be an outsider, and if you were, people were suspicious of you.

All things considered, Daryl was not going to acclimate easily to this strange new world. He didn’t have to tell you that for you to understand that.

What you didn’t understand, however, was his unwillingness to even enjoy in the comforts of Alexandria. He hardly slept, he didn’t change his clothes or clean himself, and he still went out hunting for his own food, always saving a helping for you, too.

You supposed it was just his way of saying “I don’t need these things, I’m tough,” or something like that. For all his sensitivity and compassion, Daryl still tried desperately to appear as if he wasn’t afraid of anything. Of course, he knew that he was, but he hated to admit it. It was the influence of his brother and the way they were both raised. That kind of thing was hard to shake.

On the second night in Alexandria, your group was still sleeping together in the living room of one of the houses you had been given. Rick thought it would be best for you all to stay together until you knew it was safe.

When you settled in for bed in yours and Daryl’s corner of the room, you noticed that he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Usually, he’d be on watch, so you figured that was what he was doing. Rising from your sleeping bag, you tiptoed between the others scattered about the room and went out to the porch. Sure enough, Daryl was there, leaning against the pole and smoking a cigarette.

You wrapped your robe tightly against the cool breeze. As you did, you forgot how much you had missed pajamas. Real, warm, soft pajamas.

You stepped closer to him. “What are you doing out here?”

He took a drag of his cigarette. “Nothin’.”

You sighed, noticing his bare arms, still darkened with dirt, carelessly exposed to the elements. “Do you want a jacket? I think I saw one upstairs in one of the closets.”

“Nah,” he grunted.

“Daryl.” You stepped closer to him until you could rub his arms up and down. They were strangely warm. He was always warm. It was one of the things you loved about his body. “You’re going to catch a cold.”

He blew a puff of cigarette smoke away from your face. “I’ll be fine, woman.”

You sighed, resting your hands on his chest and watching it rise and fall steadily. “You don’t like it here, do you?”

He huffed. “Didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. You barely even come inside the house, and you won’t look around with me and the others. You can tell me the truth.”

“I am tellin’ ya the truth.” His voice raised a little, becoming harsh and more gruff than usual. “Why don’t ya just leave me alone?”

“Because I don’t like seeing you like this. You’re making things harder for yourself. If the others see that you’re not interested in making friends, they’re going to treat you like an outsider. I know it’s stupid, but we have to get these people to like us.”

Daryl shook his head, then squashed his cigarette against the railing. “Don’t care what they think about me.”

“You don’t have to. You just have to… pretend like you do, you know?”

He scoffed. “My only priority right now is keepin’ ya safe.”

You tilted your head and looked at him with loving eyes. “You’re keeping me safe just by being here. Now your job is to figure out how you’re going to make this work, because this is our home now. We’ve all decided, and I’m not going to stop bugging you until you embrace it.” You poked him in the bellybutton, causing him to flinch.

“Jesus!”

You laughed. “There’s more where that came from if you don’t get your ass into bed with me.”

He couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “Still can’t sleep without me?”

You shook your head. “Never.”

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The Mysterious Case of Jaskier's Immortality

Word count: 3601

“So nice to see you again, Yennefer,” Jaskier says, putting on one of his many fake smiles.

“Jaskier,” she replies with a smile that almost looks genuine but Jaskier is pretty sure that it’s not. Which she confirms a few seconds later by saying: “Shouldn’t you be dead already?”

“I see you’re as kind as always, my dear. But don’t you worry, Geralt is doing a very good job when it comes to protecting me.”

“Hm,” Geralt sighs resignedly, clearly regretting his decision to spend the night in an inn instead of the middle of a forest.

To be fair, it was Jaskier who suggested it, claiming that he refused to be eaten by angry drowners, no matter how many times Geralt tried to explain to him that the probability of finding a drowner in the middle of a very dry forest is extremely low.

If Jaskier knew they were going to run into Yennefer in the inn, he would have risked the drowners.

“I don’t doubt that,” Yennefer smirks. “But seriously, how old are you, bard?”

“No idea. I stopped counting after fifty, I think.”

“You know, you don’t look fifty,” she says.

“Oh, well, my mother had an elf lover before I was born, so there’s a fifty-fifty chance that I’m not gonna age anytime soon. Sorry,” Jaskier smiles again, sweetly – and this time, it’s genuine.

“As if,” Geralt grunts.

“I’m sorry, dear?” Jaskier blinks.

“Come on, Jaskier, it doesn’t work like that. You’re a viscount, that means your father must have been a viscount, too.”

“You don’t know much about nobility, do you, Geralt?” Yennefer snorts.

“Hm,” Geralt grunts. “Still, he’s not a half-elf.”

“Let me guess, you’re a Witcher, therefore you could smell it if I was? I hate to break it to you, dear heart, but you’re going to have your nose checked.”

“You’re not a half-elf, Jaskier,” Geralt repeats. “You’re not immortal, you just… look young.”

“Yeah, right, you got me,” Jaskier shrugs. “I just look good because I moisturize. Happier now?”

“Much,” Geralt nods. “See? You can be honest if you want.”

“Yup,” Jaskier nods. “Honesty personified. Now please excuse me, I need to go and moisturize some more. Internally. With ale.”

“I’m actually a mermaid, you know?” Jaskier grins the next time he’s asked, this time by a very confused and very old Valdo Marx.

“A siren, Jaskier. Not a mermaid,” Geralt sighs, praying to Melitele to give him strength. “And you’d know that, of course, if you actually were a siren.”

“Just so you know, the term siren is actually quite offensive to my people.”

“You mean idiots?” Geralt chuckles. “You’re not a siren, Jask.”

“Can you prove that I’m not?”

“Well, last week you tripped and fell into this creek that was like… knee-deep, and you nearly drowned.”

“I was in shock!” Jaskier proclaims dramatically. “But I have a proof that I am, or at least could be a siren.”

“What proof?”

“Well, my lovely voice, of course!”

“Not as lovely as you think it is,” Valdo Marx snorts.

“Come on, Jaskier,” Geralt sighs, ignoring the old troubadour. “You have much better voice that any siren I’ve ever heard.”

“Geralt of Rivia!” Jaskier gasps, clutching his chest. “Was that a compliment?!”

“Fuck,” Geralt mutters. “I didn’t mean…”

“Really though, Jaskier,” Valdo says. “How?”

“That’s a secret I’ll take to the grave, I’m afraid,” Jaskier grins. “Once I manage to reach it.”

“Keep on with the bullshit, Jaskier,” Geralt growls, “and you can reach it tonight.”

“Fifty years traveling with him, and he still thinks he can scare me. Cute, isn’t he?” Jaskier laughs. “Oh, Geralt you could never.”

“Try me.”

“All right, I’ll tell you my secret,” Jaskier winks at Ciri, who lifts an eyebrow. “I’ve got this neat… magic ring.”

“Hmmm,” Ciri observes. “Looks like a normal signet ring to me.”

“Well… Yeah, well, it looks like it, all right, but actually–”

“Jaskier, I was born a princess. This is clearly a Pankratz family signet ring.”

“Damn,” Jaskier groans. “Like father like daughter, eh?”

“Sorry,” Ciri shrugs.

“I got myself cursed.”

Triss Merigold lifts an eyebrow.

“Somebody cursed you to live forever, is that so?” she asks and her voice is almost dripping with disbelief.

“More like cursed me,” Geralt murmurs.

“Oh, shut up, Witcher, you know you couldn’t live without me,” Jaskier smiles brightly, and Geralt has to bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling back.

“Hm,” he says instead.

“Eloquent as ever,” Jaskier nods.

“Would you like me to...” Triss clears her throat. “You know, try to lift the curse?”

“No!” Geralt yells before he can stop himself.

“See?” Jaskier beams. “You could never live without me!”

“A bruxa,” Jaskier repeats to a young man who claims to be his son, but looks older than his supposed father.

“You’re not a bruxa, Jaskier!” Geralt whines.

“Excuse me, and how would you know?”

“Because I’m a fucking Witcher?!”

“Well, you’re clearly a fucking horrible Witcher if you haven’t noticed until now!”

“I think I’d notice if you tried to sneak out of the camp at nights to feed,” Geralt comments, crossing his hands. “You can’t even sneak out to take a piss, Jask.”

“Maybe I do that on purpose!”

“Besides, bruxae are mostly women.”

“Mostly being the important word here.”

“Fuck’s sake, Jaskier. You won’t even eat a piece of meat if it’s not so well-done that it’s almost cremated.”

“Do you know how disgusting the blood is, Geralt?!” Jaskier groans, and then immediately blinks when he realizes what he just said. “I meant…”

“Case closed,” Geralt nods, satisfied.

“Oh, dear,” Jaskier mutters. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”

“Uhm, my lords, if I may,” the young man says.

“Hate to break it to you, kid, but if you’re aging like a normal human, you’re probably not my son,” Jaskier shrugs. “Sorry. I get it why your mum might be confused, though. It was quite a night, with at least four–”

“And that’s enough,” Geralt says, grabbing Jaskier by the collar and pulling him away from the man. “You know, lifting the curse seems like a good idea now.”

“There isn’t really a curse, Geralt,” Jaskier laughs.

Geralt sighs, his lips curling into a tiny smile that Jaskier cannot see.

“Thank fuck.”

“You see, we were in a crazy mage’s tower and I saw this bottle and I thought it was slivovitz, so I drank it, but it seems that it actually was some sort of an immortality potion,” Jaskier explains to a lady at the ball, whose grandmother he’d apparently fucked once, when said grandmother was still a young, unmarried woman.

Geralt only blinks, because it’s the first truly plausible explanation for Jaskier’s mysterious immortality.

“Oh, that must be so horrible to watch everyone you love die!” the woman nods enthusiastically. “Perhaps you’d like to tell me about it in private?”

“Of course, my dear…” Jaskier smiles. “Just… wait a second. How old is your mother?”

“Forty-seven, why?”

Jaskier’s lips are moving silently for a few seconds while he counts, and then thy turn into a wide grin.

“No reason, dear,” he says, offering her his arms. “Shall we?”

When Jaskier and the lady flee the ball, Geralt pulls out his flask of White Gull and pours its contents into his empty tankard.

So, a potion…

“There is no such thing as an immortality potion, Geralt,” Yennefer shakes her head.

“How can you be so sure?” Geralt asks. “Maybe this mage really did find a way to at least make the human life longer!”

“And why would he do that?” Yennefer scoffs. She has been doing that a lot since she finally ended their relationship for good about twenty years ago. (He later found out that she had left him for none other than Triss Merigold, but Yennefer still doesn’t know that he knows, and he’s having way too much fun with it to break the fact to her. So right now, he is pretending he doesn’t notice that Triss is eavesdropping on their conversation behind the door leading to Yennefer’s bedroom, and that he absolutely believed Yen when she claimed that the loud thud a few minutes ago was caused by a cat.) “We are immortal, Geralt, unless killed. There is no reason for any of us to make a potion that would make a human live forever.”

“Well, perhaps this mage fell in love with a human and wanted them to stay with him!”

Yennefer pauses, inspecting Geralt from head to toe and back again, and then she sighs.

“Oh, Geralt. Really?”

“Really what?” Geralt blinks, genuinely confused.

“Oh,” Yennefer murmurs. “Oh, no. Really?”

“Really what, Yen?”

“You mean you don’t… Oh, dear gods. Really?”

“Yen, I swear that I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Geralt grunts, frowning.

Yennefer rolls her eyes and tries counting to ten to calm herself down. She doesn’t even get to three before Geralt’s eyes go wide.

“Oh,” he whispers. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed, Geralt,” she nods solemnly. “Fuck, indeed.”

“I found a djinn, he granted me a wish,” Jaskier says when Geralt asks him, about five minutes after his meeting with Yennefer. (He agreed to use a portal to get to the bard as soon as possible. A fucking portal!) The bard is sitting in a tavern and eating his dinner, utterly undisturbed by the sudden appearance of an angrier-than-usual Witcher.

“You never mentioned a djinn,” Geralt growls. “And after your last encounter with one, I sincerely doubt you’d engage with another.”

“You clearly don’t know me at all–”

“Besides, Valdo Marx, as far as I know, had an apoplexy while fucking a young student on his desk, and I don’t think you’d ever let him die like that if you had a choice.”

“You see, that was kind of a my mistake, since I didn’t specify the time and the circumstances of his apoplexy in my wish, so…”

“What was your third wish?”

“Pardon me?”

“Your immortality, Valdo Marx dropping dead, that’s two. What was the third one? And don’t even try to mention the Countess de Stael, since you’d have to dig her up first.”

“That was disgusting, even for you, you know that, Geralt?”

“How are you immortal, Jaskier?!”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

Jaskier puts a piece of bread in his mouth and grins.

“Maybe some other time, Witcher.”

“I am a fae,” Jaskier replies a day later.

“You’re not a fucking fae, bard.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you fucking lie, Jaskier. All the time.”

“Fuck. Didn’t think of that.”

“You see, there was this artifact–”

Geralt closes his eyes, turning Roach around.

“Let’s consult Yennefer about this.”

“Oh, mother of…” Jaskier whines. “All right, no artifact, there was no artifact! Geralt, I’m telling you, there was no…”

“You’re not a succubus.”

“But it would be a perfect explanation, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re not succubus, because if you were, you’d know that a male one is called an incubus.”

“Oh, you and your stupid Witcher terms again.”

“You’re not an incubus, Jaskier, because if you were, I could never let you near Eskel.”

“All right… Explain, please?”

Geralt grunts.

“I’d really rather not.”

“A dragon,” Jaskier grins victoriously.

“No,” Geralt says, shaking his head.

“No,” Jaskier agrees with a sigh.

“You know you could just tell me the truth and be done with it, right?”

“Hm… No.”

“All right, enough is enough,” Jaskier growls that night in their rented room, tossing his doublet aside. “You’ve asked me three times today, Geralt. Why the sudden interest in my immortality?”

“As you said, enough is enough. You’ve been traveling with me for what, a hundred years?”

“A hundred and four.”

“Yes, and you still look the same as the day I met you in Posada!” Geralt growls. “And it drives me mad!”

“It wasn’t driving you insane for at least fifty years, so why the sudden change of heart?”

“Fuck off, bard. You don’t have to tell me. I don’t care.”

“But you do, Geralt,” Jaskier says, taking a step towards the Witcher. “Why?”

He’s standing in Geralt’s personal space, his chemise half undone, and he’s watching Geralt with those sincere blue eyes, and Geralt can’t fucking think…

“Because I love you, you idiot!” he snaps. “Because I fucking love you and I need to know if I can love you, or you’re gonna just drop dead one day without a warning!”

“Oh,” Jaskier whispers, his lips forming into a huge, happy smile. “Oh, fucking finally.”

“Fucking… what?” Geralt blinks, his arms suddenly full of an enthusiastic bard.

“I love you too, you silly Witcher,” Jaskier laughs. “I’ve loved you for a hundred years! Well, a hundred and four, but who’s counting?”

“You…” Geralt mutters.

“Silly, silly Witcher,” Jaskier repeats, pressing his lips against Geralt’s in a kiss that could be described as chaste, or at least the chastest Jaskier has ever been capable of. “We’re going to Lettenhove in the morning.”

“We are?”

“Oh, yes,” Jaskier whispers. “See, I’ve told you the truth about the source of my immortality once. But I think you need to see it to believe me.”

“Wait, you have? When?” Geralt asks. “Was it the artifact? Just tell me, I promise I won’t make you consult it with–”

“Shut up now,” Jaskier says, kissing Geralt again with way less chastity than before. “And in the meantime, believe me this – you can keep loving me, and I’m not planning on dropping dead anytime soon. Also, I’ve spent the last hundred years imagining fucking you senseless, so if you’re not opposed to the idea, perhaps we could, well…”

The kiss that this idea gets him is as far from chaste as one could possibly get.

And Jaskier definitely isn’t about to complain.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Geralt asks as they march towards the Lettenhove castle’s gates. He tugs at his doublet’s collar, way too tight for his liking. He’d much rather walk in there wearing his usual attire, but Jaskier insisted that Geralt must look presentable if he wants to meet his family.

It turns out that it only takes a single I love you to turn the bard into a manipulative bastard. Who would have guessed?

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Jaskier replies, grinning cheerfully. “And stop frowning, you’re gonna scare the servants, love.”

“How long it’s been since your last visit here, Jaskier?” Geralt says, his frown deepening. “Who rules Lettenhove now, hm? Aren’t you only going to be a distant relative, a great-great-uncle risen from the grave?”

“I sure hope not,” Jaskier chuckles, stopping in front of the guards by the gate. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Viscount Julian, here to see the Viscountess Madeleine.”

“How can you still be a viscount?” Geralt blinks when one of the guards promptly disappears inside.

“We kind of decided to, you know, share the title,” Jaskier shrugs. “Seemed fair. Besides, father, well, the former viscount, insisted that I inherit the title, but he never mentioned anything about Mads not inheriting it, so…”

“How could your father have known who the viscount is going to be in almost a hundred years?”

“He really didn’t,” Jaskier chuckles. “See, it will all start to make sense once you meet her.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping for.”

The guard returns a few minutes later, telling them that the Viscountess will meet them in the garden.

Geralt, knowing a thing or two about nobility, think it’s a little weird, but isn’t about to protest. He only thinks he could have left the fancy clothes at the tavern.

“Oh, shut up, you,” Jaskier chuckles when Geralt voices this thought. “You look gorgeous.”

“I know. You’ve mentioned it a few times. But I didn’t have to look like that, because we’re going to meet the ruler of this land in a fucking garden, and–”

“Julian!”

A woman in a long white dress throws herself at Jaskier, who happily catches her. Geralt’s first instinct is to reach for his sword, only to realize that he (luckily) left it in the tavern – because Jaskier insisted, of course.

“Madeleine,” Jaskier chuckles. “You haven’t aged a day.”

“Oh, yes. Shocking, isn’t it?” she laughs, pulling away from him, and for the first time, Geralt truly looks at her.

The woman is shorter than Jaskier, slim, and her dress is much, much simpler than Geralt would have expected considering the fact that is supposed to be a viscountess. She has dark, long hair and her face is so beautiful that it almost – but only almost – takes the focus off her pointed ears.

“Lady Madeleine,” Jaskier grins, “may I introduce Geralt of Rivia, my Witcher. Geralt, this is Lady Madeleine, the current ruler of Lettenhove and my younger sister.”

“You’re…” Geralt blinks.

“A half-elf, yes,” she nods. “Julian! You haven’t told him?”

“Hardly my fault. I really tried,” Jaskier shrugs. “But he just wouldn’t believe me.”

“So you brought him here to prove it to him, rather than to visit your beloved sister? You are a horrible, horrible sibling, Julian!”

“Your… sister,” Geralt mutters, all his thoughts speeding through his head, colliding and falling down, one over another.

“Yes, we definitely share a mother,” Jaskier confirms. “Most likely a father, too, and trust me, it wasn’t the old viscount. Madeleine got the elvish looks, I only got the non-aging bit. Well, apparently.”

“But…” Geralt blinks. “Your father. The title.”

“Yen was right, dear heart, you really don’t know shit about nobility,” Jaskier snorts. “But I admit that even though our dear departed noble father knew that Mads wasn’t his daughter, obviously, it never occurred to him that I might not be his true son.”

“But you don’t age!”

“In his defense, that only became clear after his unfortunate passing.”

“And you aren’t going to start to age anytime soon,” Geralt mutters. “You really aren’t.”

“Told you so, didn’t I?” Jaskier winks, letting go of his sister and wrapping his arms around his lover instead.

“I… I…” Geralt stammers. “Fuck.”

“Maybe later, love,” Jaskier smiles. “Madeleine, my dear, wouldn’t you say that my return calls for a feast?”

“Absolutely. In fact, I have started the preparations the second my spies informed me that you have crossed the border.”

“Oh, so we have spies now?”

“It’s really only a net of nosy old ladies, but it works wonders,” Madeleine laughs. “I must admit, though, that I was only planning a feast to celebrate you coming home, but now I see we have a much better reason to party. Tell me, brother, did you finally get your stupid Witcher?”

Jaskier smiles brightly, turning his head to Geralt.

“Yes. I finally got my stupid Witcher.”

“Party,” the Witcher in question growls. “Is that why you made me dress like a pompous prick?”

“No, that was because while I find your usual self extremely attractive, you still look much better when your hair is properly combed and you’re not covered in monster blood.”

“Hm,” Geralt hums, but wraps his arm around the bard to hold him close.

“Oh, yes, about monsters,” Madeleine says with the most innocent expression Geralt has seen since Ciri broke Vesemir’s favorite vase at Kaer Morhen. “You see, we have a tiny problem with a cockatrice…”

“Right,” Geralt nods. “I’ll go grab my armor from the tavern.”

“That won’t be necessary. I have already arranged for your things to be brought to the castle. And your horse,” she adds before Geralt can even open his mouth. “You can leave for your quest as soon as the servants get here.”

“So much for you not being covered in monster blood,” Jaskier sighs.

“Hm,” Geralt grins. “Lady Madeleine, I suppose you happen to have a bathtub somewhere in the castle?”

“Of course. In fact, there is a private bathroom right next to Julian’s bedroom.”

“Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier purrs. “You know me so well.”

“Yes, and I expect to get to know you even better. In another hundred years or so.”

Jaskier laughs, pulls Geralt closer to him and kisses him.

“Another thousand years, I’d say.”

“What… the… fuck?!” Geralt croaks, staring at the smouldering remains of the cockatrice that would have surely killed him if Jaskier… If Jaskier…

The bard looks at his hands, then at the cockatrice, and then back at his hands again.

“Geralt? I have a feeling that I’m not really… A half-elf.”

“No shit.”

“I think I might be… Uhm…”

“Oh, shit,” Geralt whispers.

“I suppose, uhm, you know…” Jaskier stammers, wiping his palms on his trousers like he could wipe away the feeling of literal flames shooting out of them mere moments ago.

“Yeah. We’re gonna have to consult this with Yen.”

“Splendid,” Jaskier sighs. “Can it at least wait after the feast?”

“After more than a hundred years of you not even knowing, I think one feast will be fine.”

“Thank the gods. Madeleine would kill me if I tried to leave now,” Jaskier chuckles. “Let’s go, then. We need to get the fried monster remains out of your hair.”

“You’re… I was fucking right! You’re not a half-elf!”

“Yeah, you’re a great Witcher,” Jaskier nods, grabbing Geralt’s arm and dragging him away from the monster. “Didn’t notice I was secretly a fucking mage, but otherwise a great Witcher.”

“Explains a lot, though.”

“Does it now?”

“Yeah. I always had a thing for mages, you know.”

“Oh, Geralt. You’re such a fucking idiot,” Jaskier chuckles.

“Made you laugh,” Geralt shrugs, smiling.

Jaskier shakes his head.

“I’m so, so gonna drown you in that bathtub.”

“My love,” Geralt grins, “you’re more than welcome to try.”

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Tagging @lottelorelei - I’m sorry I always forget to reply to your lovely comments, but believe me, they always put a big smile on my face! :)

#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #my fics #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #idiots in love #immortal jaskier #non-human jaskier #they're stupid your honor #they share a single braincell #and yennefer has the custody of it #also madeleine hyland is jaskier's sister in this

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So I know everyone has already dissected this scene to its core, but it’s taken me a good 48 hours to digest this and I just needed to get it out.

I’m an aspiring actor, I’ve been training for a long time, with a lot of amazing teachers. I’ve watched a lot of shows and shipped a lot of couples. Some of them beautiful and canon, others, well, let’s just say waiting 22 years and counting for acknowledgement, closure, anything, it’s a damn challenge. I’ve seen a hell of a lot of will-they-wont-they’s, baiting, purposeful ignorance, deliberate fake outs, zero explanations, storylines that basically caused canon disintegration, the works.

In saying that, Dean and Cas were right up there on the list with the other “impossibles” because honestly, I didn’t think the writers would have the guts to do it, but I am so f*cking proud they did. It’s safe to say I’ve watched the scene a good hundred+ times already.

I’ve seen a lot of “controversy” around Dean’s reaction/Jensen’s acting choices and whether or not Dean reciprocates Cas’ feelings, and obviously, I needed to add my own views to the mix.

Just work with me for a minute here.

Dean Winchester is an emotionally repressed trainwreck, and ironically enough, the one that is so full of emotion it hurts to watch. When Cas first starts his speech, he’s confused, really confused because why on earth would Cas start off on a rant now? Billie’s waiting to kill them, he just said he knew something that was more powerful than she was, something that could save them. That’s where he thought this speech was going.

The confusion turns to realisation that it’s a goodbye when Cas starts telling him how incredible he is, how his entire essence is love. Go back and watch the scene again, when Cas says “you’re the most caring man on Earth”, you physically see Dean look down, his eyes searching, he’s actively trying to make sense of what’s happening, he knows what’s coming and you can see him coming to terms with the shock of the words being said to him. He then looks directly at Cas. That look, that was pure shock.

Also, notice how he doesn’t stop Cas from talking? He doesn’t interject, make a joke, doesn’t talk about how there is no time for this now, they’ve got to at least try and stop Billie. He. says. nothing. He listens, he listens like I’ve never seen Dean listen before. Because it’s sinking in now.

When Cas really starts crying, when he says “you changed me, Dean”, you can actually see the pain in Dean’s eyes. He’s no longer in control of his emotions, he’s crying too. He’s never seen Cas like this, so raw, and vulnerable and human. This is the hardest, most emotional conversation they’ve both ever had. They are talking about the one thing that everybody knows, but is never addressed. When it wasn’t talked about, they could deny it, live in the lie. Once it’s said aloud, it’s real and they can’t turn back.

This above series of interactions is the part that kills me the most. The moment Cas says “because it is”, that’s the exact moment of realisation. Look at that last GIF, really look. He’s just worked it out, that he is Cas’ true happiness. He knows what’s coming before Cas even says it. Go back and watch the scene again, they pulled that off so well, the way the music swells at this exact moment. Jensen is giving us everything here, you can see what’s happening in his head - he is Cas’ happiness. He is the one thing on Earth Cas wants and thinks he can’t have. He is the reason Cas is about to die. He knows what Cas is about to say and he’s not sure he’s ready to hear it, not now, not like this. It’s almost a silent plea not to say it, because he knows. Of course he knows. It’s like he can’t quite believe Cas is really, after all this time, finally going to say it.

And because obviously Jensen decided that that wasn’t enough to break us, the loaded reaction when Cas says “I love you” has me nothing but convinced that it’s reciprocated. Because Dean knows. He’s always known. Those tears, that head tilt, that gulp. He’s so genuinely confused that they’re really having this conversation. It’s like he can’t quite believe that this is the reality before him because he’s been living in that denial, in that self-loathing and unlovable layer he believes to be true. He’s been under the ‘what if... but it could never be’ umbrella for so long.

What also makes this real is that there isn’t anyone else around this time. When “I love you’s” have been said before, they have always been able to deflect it, with other people or other words. Now it’s just the two of them. No deflecting, no running away. Dean is forced to hear it, to absorb it, to realise it’s for nobody else but him.

Now, I don’t know if you guys felt this, but when Dean says “Don’t do this, Cas”, he wasn’t just referring to Cas sacrificing himself to the Empty, he’s telling Cas that he can’t just say this, not now, knowing he’s going to die, knowing that Dean won’t get a chance to think, to process, to say what he needs too. I keep staring at that GIF above, Dean is breaking down, I’m almost convinced that Jensen was using an “I love you too, please just stop this” inner monologue for this bit. Look at the way he’s looking at Cas before he realises the Empty has started materialising and turns around. That’s a look of pure heartbreak. Trust me when I tell you, it’s really hard to keep those inner thoughts inside if you’re so in the moment - actually, don’t just take my word for it, read any acting book, ask any actor, it’s so hard to keep that in and sometimes you don’t, and sometimes you do - it’s in both the resistance and the letting go that the gold happens. This my friends, is gold.

Did anyone else hear “Cas, I-”, well, regardless of whether or not it was an “I” or a very sharp breath, the outcome is the same. Dean’s gone into immediate panic mode. The Empty at one end and Billie at the other, and all poor Dean wants to do is gather his thoughts on not what to say but how to say it. I don’t think he comprehended just how little time he had, he was so focused on what was being said that the reality of the situation caught him completely off guard.

Also, I know this post was about dissecting Dean’s reaction, but can we sidebar a minute to talk about Cas as he pushes Dean out of the way? He’s sobbing, he’s fully crying. That hit me really hard, I’ve never seen Cas cry like that, I’ve never seen Misha get to play that level of emotion before and it was the most heartbreaking thing to watch since The Doctor and Rose and Buffy and Spike, to which by the way, I find many parallels between those couples and this scene.

Speaking of crying, that brings me to this: Dean slumped on the floor, ignoring a call from Sam, sobbing his heart out knowing he’s lost everything. Dean-I’m-emotionally-unavailable-Winchester is sobbing. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t recall ever seeing Dean cry like this before either, the sobbing was so evident and piercing in that silence. The look around the room, the burying of his head in his hands, that is a classic writers romantic love trope if I’ve ever seen it, they really pulled out all the stops with this one.

So, to summarise, I think Jensen’s choices and Dean’s reactions were absolutely and utterly perfect. They both did it so well that it didn’t break from character that these two emotionally distant and repressed men are in love and finally voicing it. Jensen barely said two words and still managed to cause mass coronary’s across the fandom. That my friends is what you call a brilliant actor. I bow down to the talents of these two amazing human beings.

Before I leave this novel, I have to say there are now a few things I’m going to need from the powers that be to not screw this up, help me manifest this:

1. Dean gets to reciprocate his feelings to Cas in person. So, I’m gonna need Cas back and a very emotional Dean.

2. Dean to be actively dealing with heartbreak in the next episode (unless they decided to bring Cas back that soon, which I wouldn’t put past them at this point).

3. Sam to confront Dean about his feelings for Cas, because out of everyone, he’d be the one to hit Dean with the truth of his fears. Sam knows. Sam is supportive. Sam sees it all.

4. I’m gonna need some physical affection, cause after 12 years of nonsense, we damn well deserve it. A hug, and not just any old reunion hug, a proper, this is different now hug. A kiss because hello, in love out loud now. Forehead touching, handholding, really gonna need the works here.

5. A happy ending for the two of them, one way or another. We’ve never had one, it’s time.

Okay, have at it now, let’s speak these into existence please.

Note: GIFs are not mine, I did not make them, credit to owners who I’m not sure of, but they’re beautiful, thanks for making them. EDIT: I’ve just been informed that these gorgeous gifs belong to @michaeldean and @inacatastrophicmind!

#supernatural #SPN #DeanCas #destiel #deanwinchtser #castiel #15x18 #Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #actor #acting #I ship it #shipper #i love you #spn spoilers #opinion piece #thoughts #my two cents #ships and lattes

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jeoniius · 3 years

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Next Life | kth (m)

☆ summary: Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night.

☆ pairing: husband!tae x wife!reader

☆ genre: angst, smut.

☆ warning: sexual content, angst

☆ word count: 4k

☆a/n: Finally this is done. Thank you so much @jkiddingjeon for beta-ing the fic, it meant A LOT. I really love this fic and I hope you enjoy it too. ngl it's a pretty heartbreaking fic so get ready for some ANGST.

Love. Hate.

It’s always adjacent to each other. Something that’s always there when the other is present. It also changes people. How it makes people go from loving someone and being best friends with someone to trying everything they can to pull them down, to take them out.

You’d say you can relate to it. In more ways than one. You had seen your fair share of people going from loving them unconditionally to talking shit about them the next day. Divorce was one of them. All the promises and vows made of staying through health and sickness, through good and bad, thrown out of the window.

You thought of it as one of the most heartbreaking things and now you were here. Doing the exact thing as you watched the clock tick by, thinking of ways and excuses to get you out of this marriage. This marriage that ended everything. It hadn’t always been like this. No, you were in love. You were so madly in love that if anyone had told you you’d stand in this place today you’d not believe it.

You are still in love. So madly in love but the difference being you want it to end. Maybe that way you’d find each other again.

As time went by, you stood by the railing of your balcony. The bright light of the city shined underneath you as you thought Tomorrow would be it. The end of what once was seen as a beautiful love story by not only you but by many others. The final chapter.

Maybe love and hate stood adjacent to each other but you could never hate him.

And so you stood there, taking it all in, you thought about where it went wrong.

7 months ago

“I can’t believe you think that!” you shouted, hands up in the air as you walked back into the apartment, him following you behind.

“Well I wouldn’t if you kept your distance!” he said, raising his voice.

“Oh my god. One hug. It was one hug. And that too because he was leaving.”

“It didn’t look like one,” he argued back.

“Are you freaking kidding me right now? Nothing happened, you know that.” you said trying to calm yourself down.

“Stop trying to argue with me all the fucking time.” he bit back.

“Oh, I am arguing? You were the one who started it.” You took long strides towards him.

“You were the one who accused his wife of cheating although you have no proof whatsoever” you gritted through your teeth as your finger poked his chest.

He let out a loud groan as you run your hands through your hair. “You know what, Taehyung? You can stay here. I’m leaving.” and with that you grabbed your purse and keys and strode out the door, slamming it behind.

Kim Taehyung.

The love of your life. You met him in college. As cliché as it sounds, he was the heartthrob with his extremely good looks and his unbelievable flirting skills. You weren’t supposed to know him at all if you thought about it.

Your college held its annual fest, and you were the head of the management. You had stumbled across him when he had come to drop off some supplies instead of his best friend. You got into a small quarrel when he commented on how you were the head of the management when you were only a freshman and questioned your ability to pull the entire thing off when it was only three days from the fest and not even one percent of anything was done.

You got into a bet with him as you made him promise you that he’d treat you to something of your choice if you pulled it off. Nevertheless, you pulled the entire thing off within the next two days, proving him wrong. As a promise, he treated you to something really expensive(of course you had picked it) and then swore to never question your ability.

You started seeing more of him, with his surprise visits to your class (which usually ended up with girls surrounding you asking how you knew him) or him coming to your seat in the cafeteria just to give you some new juice he got for you. Sometimes he’d ask you to come to one of his basketball matches and then took you to dinner afterward.

You felt your heartbeat increasing every time you saw him or heard his name in fact, and before you knew it, you were confessing to him, putting your heart on the line.

The day you confessed, you ran out before he could even reply. Too scared to be rejected. But Taehyung did something you’d never expect. He brought you to an amusement park, took you to dinner, and then confessed to you with thousands of chocolate (literally).

You both had your fair share of arguments and then makeup sex. Mind-blowing sex to be exact.

Your relationship with Taehyung was built on trust. He’d be there waiting for you every time you came home late and vice versa. You’d be at all of his games. You’d go to every party, hang out with your friends.

Once he graduated, he’d wait to pick you up every day. Every day you’d go to your favorite café, with your friends, complete assignments and projects, argue about who won the last UNO game, girls vs boys.

He spent every hour with you when you struggled with your dream job and you did the same. When you finally did get the job, he asked you to marry him. You nodded then and there. Tears escaped, phone calls were made. Everyone came to the engagement party and then the wedding and you truly thought everything you ever wanted was there. Your family, your friends, his friends, him.

But what you didn’t know then was what followed after. Just like promises are made, they are broken. Trust is broken and the bond doesn’t stay.

The first two years were bliss. You went to Paris for your honeymoon and then to New York. Yes, New York for your honeymoon. You experienced the love in Paris and the rush in New York.

You spent most of the days in Paris, going to spots of attractions, enjoying the food in the café, walking around the streets drunk and completely in love, having late night sex, morning sex, just lots of sex to be exact.

But in New York, you spent your days going to Times Square, Bars, and Pubs had ‘the’ New York pizza and cheesecakes and hotdogs and whatnot. Went shopping and sightseeing. Roamed around the streets at night, met so many people.

You believed you had found what you had been looking for all your life. Someone to go to romantic dinners and the craziest parties with.

But what followed was something you didn’t think would happen. Every marriage has its ups and downs. You had to. But then it started.

Every party would become an excuse to start arguments, every late night at work would lead to assumptions. At first, you thought it would be fine. Talking would help, it was always the key for the both of you but lately, every time you spoke or tried to solve the issues, it would end in huge fights, sometimes followed by sex, or even if not sex, you’d stop talking to each other and then one day pretend nothing happened.

Although in heels you walked around the park near your apartment. ‘It will be fine’ you told yourself as you tried not to break down. Deciding it would not be a good idea to go anywhere at that hour, you sat by a bench.

The cold wind hit you as a shiver ran down your body, the thin wine slip dress doing nothing to stop it. The screen of your phone lit up as you saw multiple texts from Taehyung. A part of you was happy that he cared enough to text you. You clicked on his profile as a series of texts came up.

Tae: where are you?

Tae: come on Y/N, don’t be stupid.

Tae: it’s really late. where the fuck are you?

Tae: baby, you’re scaring me.

Sighing you got up and made your way out of the park. Since you lived in a complex, it didn’t take you too long to walk. As you opened the keys, you saw Taehyung pacing around the living room. “Where are my keys?” he muttered to himself, not noticing your presence.

A clinking sound made Taehyung look up as the keys hit the ceramic bowl on the kitchen top. “Where were you?” he asked, trying to control his anger. You didn’t answer him as you took off the heels, internally sighing when the cold floor hit your barefoot. “Are you seriously gonna ignore me? I asked where the fuck were you?” he pulled you by your wrists stopping you from going further. “Don’t do this.” you gritted through your teeth as you harshly pulled away before going inside your shared bedroom.

You slipped out of the dress and you got inside the shower, the hot water touching your skin as you stood there. No matter how much you tried not to think about it, you always went back. Where did it go wrong?

You changed into shorts and one of Taehyung’s oversized shirts as it reached mid-thigh. Getting inside the covers, you relaxed, the cool sensation of your bedsheet and covers calming you somehow as you turned towards the glass wall.

You heard a sigh as Taehyung got inside the room. He got inside the covers and stared at your back as you tried to keep calm. You felt an arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer, back colliding with his chest, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” his voice came muffled as you felt the vibrations on your neck.

“I really am.” he said, taking a deep breath pulling you closer if that was possible. You sighed, turning to him.

“I felt really cheap, you know” you said, hands reaching to cup his face. “I’m so sorry baby.” he sighed, closing his eyes as you ran your hand through his hair. “I know.”

He pressed a kiss on your lips as you pulled him closer, hands wrapping around his neck. You sighed into the kiss as his lips trailed down towards your collarbone, sucking and nipping then. Soon enough he was inside you as he went on an animalistic pace. “Do you think he can fuck you like this?” he growled. You ignored him as you knew you were close, focusing on your climax. You came within the next few minutes as he rubbed your clit while thrusting.

Later on, he lapped up the spilled contents lazily as you screamed his name, your cries stroking his ego.

He wrapped an arm around your naked waist as he fell asleep on his stomach, head on your chest, legs tangled over your naked ones. You stroked his hair as you stared at the ceiling, his words ringing in your ear ‘Do you think he can fuck you like this?’

A small realization crept inside your head. He was never gonna trust you.

He stirred in his sleep, pulling you closer, he pressed an open-mouth kiss above the swell of your breast in his sleep. Releasing a long sigh, you kissed his head, quickly pushing the thought aside.

That was the first mistake.

“I love you so much,” you said.

You pulled the robe over your body tightly, a coffee cup in your hand. Picking up your phone you looked at the time. 3:08 am it read. The city still buzzed with life. The cold breeze hit your face soothingly as you closed your eyes. Only if you had done something before, things wouldn’t have gone wrong.

4 months ago

Your phone buzzed as you frustratedly rubbed your face. You dreaded picking up the call, not wanting to have to shout again. Things had been gradually worsening between you and Taehyung. Late-night fights, coming home drunk, not talking to each other for weeks had become a common thing nowadays and no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you both tried to co-operate, you didn’t seem to escape it.

“You should talk to him.” Ae-ra said, handing you a cup of tea.

Tea.

You never liked tea. You were more of a coffee person. You preferred the rush, the adrenaline. But nowadays, you were tired. Tired of doing the same thing over and over again. Having the same quarrels and fights over and over again. Tea seemed to calm you.

“And then what? Get into another fight?”

“You know what I mean, babe.” She said as she rubbed your arm soothingly.

“Maybe later. I cannot deal with him now.” you sipped on the cup.

What you didn’t know was that “later” would come that fast. You went back to your apartment to get more of your clothes. You planned on going at night, when he was most probably out with his friends or whoever kept him busy nowadays. But to your surprise, he was there.

You opened the main door, using the key you had with you to meet with his laying figure on the couch. His head shot up at the sound of the door, eyes meeting each other. He looked drained, hair messy and bags under his eyes. You cursed under your breath, debating if you should just go back to Ae-ra’s place and come later for your clothes.

“Look who’s here.” he scoffed as he got up from the couch.

Deciding on the former, you walked past him without taking another glance, into your shared bedroom. Taking a bag out, you shoved as many clothes as possible wanting to stay away from this mess. “Are you gonna ignore me now?” you heard him as he entered the room.

You zipped up the chain as you walked towards the door wanting to leave. He grabbed your hand before you could go any further. He felt so scared when he saw you packing your stuff, so much that it suffocated him. “Fucking answer me.” his voice raised as he stared at you.

Taehyung’s eyes softened as he saw the dry tears on your cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and never let go. To talk to you and tell you it would be fine, that you would figure it out together.

As he saw your tired eyes, glossy as you tried to keep your composure, he wanted to kiss you so badly and keep you tucked away from every bad thing; ever, even himself if he was bad for you.

And maybe he would have done that. Hugged you and kissed you. Kept you in his arms if you didn’t start talking.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” you pulled away harshly. “You know what? Yes, I am ignoring you and gladly will.”

“What is wrong with you? You cannot just come and go like that.” he said, hands gesturing to your bag.

“I can and I will. You cannot stop me” you clarified.

“ Yes, I can. I am your husband for god’s sake.” a frustrated tone laced his words.

“Husband?” you scoffed. “When were you a good husband? Where did this go when I stayed up till dawn every day waiting for you?”

“You know how hectic things have been at work.” he looked at you knowingly.

“That doesn’t mean you’d stop spending time with me!” you yelled.

You knew you were being unreasonable. Things really were hectic at work for him. But you couldn’t help but feel lonely when you came home after a long day to an empty and cold apartment and then stayed up every day almost all night for your husband. You felt so neglected when he’d come home and go to sleep straight away without saying anything.

All the doubts about your marriage slowly were coming true and you wanted nothing more than to prove it wrong. But talking about it led to arguments with Taehyung. So you decided to stay away from home, so that you didn’t have to think about it, to begin with.

That was the second mistake.

“You are going nowhere.” Taehyung took the bag from your hand and walked towards the bed. “You’ll stay at home.”

“Home?” a humorless chuckle left your throat. “I will go anywhere I want, but home.”

“I mean it Y/N. Stop acting like a kid. Go wash up and come to bed.” he sighed.

“I’m not staying” you concluded, ready to leave your stuff behind as you turned.

You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist as he stuffed his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. A tear left your eyes, followed by streams, and for some reason, your heart broke, it felt like he was pulling you apart from inside.

You felt his warm breath as he mumbled something. He pressed you towards him as you silently cried.

Later that night, as he fucked you slowly, something different than his usual dominating aura, your heart ached, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. He kissed you ever so passionately, that you cried.

Something told you that it would be over soon, so you hugged him as close as you could when he slept. You cried as he hugged you in his sleep like you would go away if he didn’t have you in his arms.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled in his sleep.

That’s when you realized how bad the entire situation was. How bad you were for him just like he was for you. How bad this marriage was.

And what followed after confirmed everything you ever doubted.

2 months ago

“You think I didn’t see you?” you yelled.

“What are you talking about?” he looked curious.

“Oh sure, play the good guy, make me look bad, why don’t you?” you scoffed.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” he repeated. “How would you? You thought you were good enough to keep it away from me.” you said. His eyebrows crashed as he tried to understand. “I saw you with her. Maybe that’s why you were always late. You were too busy fucking her.” a bitterness stayed in your mouth. “Are you kidding me?” he said as he raked his fingers through his hair.

“You are accusing me of cheating, Y/N? You?” he scoffed. “Don’t think I forgot about the party.”

“Oh my god. You were never going to believe me, were you?” you looked at him with a glint in your eyes.

“You are being paranoid Y/N,” he said calmly.

“You know what? Maybe I will go to him. The guy you accused me of cheating. Maybe I will let him fuck me. Clear all your doubts and make it true!” you were screaming now.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, voice so calm maybe you would have been scared if you were thinking straight.

“Neither can I.” you said as you walked out of the house.

The next day when you woke up, you felt bad for yelling at him. So you decided to go back and talk to him. And maybe you would have if fate didn’t have anything else planned.

As you walked into the house, you saw a man sitting on your couch, Taehyung at his side as paper lay in front of him. The man looked at you briefly before turning back to Taehyung. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. Lee.” he said as he shook hands with the man. The man nodded.

Before leaving, he looked at you, “See you in court.”

You furrowed your brows before realization hit you. “Tae, what did he mean by that?”

He kept quiet as he gathered the papers. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” you tried again. Taehyung got up as he handed you the papers, then went to the bedroom. You stared at them as you couldn’t process anything.

You cannot get divorced. You cannot live without him.

You walked inside the room as you saw him looking out. “Tae, we can talk, right? You don’t mean this.” your voice shook.

Walking up to him you wrapped your arms around his, face buried in his back as you mumbled “This is a joke, right?”

You heard his sigh before he turned to you, eyes glossy. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“We won’t. We’ll figure it out. We don’t have to do this.” you went on.

“Y/N-”

“No, no, you don’t understand. You are out of your mind. We can’t get divorced.”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot do this anymore.” he said,

You looked at him. “Why are you saying it as if it is all my fault?”

“I don’t mean that.”

“You absolutely mean that. Your face says it all.” you gestured toward him. “Oh. You really are gonna do this?” you said as he rubbed his face.

“Well, fuck you, Kim Taehyung. You can do whatever you want. You can blame me all you want but you and I both know the minute I walk out, you are going to regret this.”

“You can keep going for my heart and put all this on me, but you will miss me to your bone the minute this is over.” you said as you stormed off.

That night, you went back to Ae-ra’s place. You screamed at the sky pretending it was him while he stayed awake that night as he looked at the sky. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I love you so much” he said, tears freely falling.

It really was over. All your doubts came true. Your marriage ended. Maybe it was for the better. ‘You’re being paranoid’ he said. He was right. You became paranoid.

You wiped the single tear and looked at the sky, soft light spread across as the birds sang. 5:00 am

You picked out the attire you were going to wear to the court. Your phone buzzed as you picked it up. It was Ae-ra. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll get through it. she said.

You went to the court that day. You watched him as he entered the room, a black tux hugging his frame. He had become more buff than he was the last time you saw him two months ago. As he ran his fingers through his hair, his shoulder blades flexed. The same shoulder blades that had your nail marks reminding the night before from every morning you’ve spent together. You smiled at that memory.

Soon the judge walked in and the process went on.

At one point in your relationship with him, assuming was something you both picked up. Long gone was the trust which was the key in your relationship. Maybe it was for the better. You both were paranoid; assumptions feeding more into it.

But what you both gradually became, was bad for each other. Not at the beginning of your relationship, but somewhere in the middle, it went out of hand. Maybe if you spoke to each other more, maybe if you hadn’t pushed your thoughts the first day it came, then maybe you wouldn’t be here. But everything happens for a reason.

Kim Taehyung was the heartthrob of the campus. Kim Taehyung was the first person you confessed you loved. He was the first person who heard ‘I love you’ from you. He was your first love.

As the saying goes, some people are in our lives, just to teach us a lesson. Good and Bad. Kim Taehyung was that for you. You were still in love with him. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and yours did. You loved him more than you did before. And so maybe letting him go was easy. You were bad for him and he was bad for you. But that didn’t stop you from loving him.

And that didn’t stop him from loving you as you sat at the courthouse, as he looked at your face when it was over, as he lay in his bed alone that night.

Maybe you weren’t meant to be. Or maybe you were, but you didn’t know-how. But it was fine. And maybe as time goes by, it would hurt less.

Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night.

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OMG YES! Damaged goods blurb! Can you do a fluff one where one of them is sick with seasonal flu and the other has to take care of them, but they're being stubborn about it because that's just what they do and how they are 🤧

Okay, okay... here she is! It's a bit meh I think, but I hope you like it! 🥰

Harry is sick and grumpy, and Y/N takes care of him (from the Damaged Goods AU)

Harry feels miserable.

He’s worse than miserable, really,

because he has a cold… or is it the flu?! He has never known to spot the differences between the two, but he recognized all of the early signs, of course...

As per usual, it started with nothing but a sore throat one morning when he woke up, that ended up lingering throughout the whole day, then came a headache, and the tiredness, and the chills…

It wasn’t so unbearable at first… but the symptoms only kept getting worse and worse as the hours went by, to the point of leaving him with no choice but to skip his classes in favor of staying in bed… suffering.

The worst part about it? He wasn’t even suffering at home – where his mom could be taking her lips to his forehead every so often to see if he had a fever, and bringing him bowls of soup and fruit cubes on that same familiar bedtray that had accompanied him throughout all his periods of sickness.

Mom would also be making sure he stayed hydrated and took his medicine in time... which by the way, he wasn’t taking any. Logically speaking, Harry knew he should have gone to a pharmacy by now, to get something to make him feel better, but how? When he couldn't even muster the will to get up and go downstairs to fill the empty water bottle perched on his nightstand.

He couldn’t move.

Every single inch of his body hurt.

And now he was starting to get shivery under his bedclothes... for fucks sake.

If only he had Pepper, his spaniel mutt puppy, around to snuggle and keep his body cozy and warm like a hot water bag... then perhaps Harry would've been in a better mood. Yeah, definitely. Pepper would've let him bury his snotty face into its soft fur, and not even think to complain if its owner left a puddle of guck all over said fur.

But well, Pepper isn't there.

And being sick sucks.

Especially because Harry really wants some cuddles... and it hasn't been helping his case whatsoever that in this trying day of illness, his mind has done nothing but think of Y/N.

Pondering over what outfit she must have worn that day and what she might be up to while he’s laying there on his deathbed. He also wonders if she has noticed his absence, and if so… if she’s worried about him.

He huffs once he checks his phone again and realizes there are still no messages from her. She doesn’t have to check on him. He knows that, but he can't help that he likes to be cared for sometimes… and as it turns out illness has a tendency to turn him into a big, needy baby... who really wants to have Y/N taking care of him. It would be so good. She could play with his hair the way he likes, give him forehead kisses, hold his hand…

Harry sighs out loud. Her company would be even better than Pepper's, he believes... although Harry isn't so sure Y/N would enjoy having his snot on her as much as his trusty pup would, but that’s beside the point.

It’s even more beside the point because he knows she's not coming to see him.

She’s mad at him, he recalls now. Stupidly so, if he's allowed to think that - he did nothing wrong, after all. She asked him for a “brutally honest opinion” on a design work she was doing for one of her classes, and he simply gave her what she asked for, plain as that. But of course, then she didn’t like what he had to say and got sulky. Just girls being girls, he guesses…

Harry should've known better than to think that would stop her from coming to see him, though. His girl was a little box of surprises, after all... a true master in the art of keeping him on his toes.

She showed up only half an hour after she was done with her classes... softly knocking on his door before poking her head inside with a smile, only for her jaw to drop in shock at the absolute misery that oozed from his pores.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked sickly, almost comically. Harry could have laughed at it if he wasn't so utterly lethargic. “What- what are you doing here?”

“Well, what do you think?” The girl huffed, shutting the bedroom door behind her and heading towards the end of the bed to get a good look at him, hands on her hips. “Why didn't you tell me you were sick? Here I was, going about my day thinking you had slept in for being a bum, only to find out through your friends that you were unwell.”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his downright amusement at her worried state. Y/N was worried about him? Well then, perhaps her irritation had passed and she had forgiven him… which meant maybe he’d get to have those cuddles he wanted so bad. “I thought you were mad at me?” He poked, eyebrows arching teasingly the best they could with the little energy the muscles on his face could muster.

“Well, I was and am now even more.” She punctuated. “But I still care, obviously. How am I supposed to leave you by yourself when you look like that?” She put down the bag she was holding at the edge of the bed and kneeled next to it on the floor.

“Look like what?” He frowned again. “All snotty and gross?”

“Precisely… and an awful lot like Rudolph the reindeer as well.” Y/N added, with a soft pat to the tip of his swollen, red nose.

Harry smiled at that, right before his eyes fell on the bag over his bed. “Did you go to the store to get those creepy sheet masks you wanted?”

“Huh?” She muttured confused, before noticing where he was looking at. “Oh no, um… these are just some things I got for you. Just vitamins and those gummies for when you have a sore throat, and also uh…” Y/N's cheeks went a little hot. “I got some chicken soup from the buffet restaurant as well, you know… the one next to the drug store. I thought it might do you good…”

“You went to get all that stuff for me?” Harry asked, Y/N hummed happily in confirmation, her eyes gleaming with tenderness. “Y/N... you shouldn't have. That shit is so expensive, and I'm fine, really. It's just a cold. You dont have to worry, let alone take care of me.”

“No offence, but I think I do.” The girl challenged his statement, picking up the halfway used toilet paper roll placed on his nightstand. “For a start, you shouldn’t even be using this to blow your nose. It’ll only irritate your skin and make it more sore.”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “That’s such a mum thing to say…” He grumbled in attempt to mask the fact that the secret big, needy baby in him was loving every single bit of the mom talk, and the same applies to when Y/N clicked her tongue chastisingly once he stubbornly snatched the roll off her hand and pulled out some more paper.

She took the chance that he had moved his arm to move a bit closer, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his pillow. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” She asked, lovingly running her digits through his unwashed curls. They felt a little waxy and knotty in her hands, but she didn’t mind it in the slightest. She just wanted to make him feel better in any way she could. So she kept playing with his hair, scratching at the roots and combing her fingers through his strands just the way she knew he reveled in - only breaking contact once she was almost certain that he had fallen asleep on her... However, as soon as Y/N began to pull her hand away to check her phone, Harry let out a whine and bumped his forehead against her wrist, in a silent request for her to keep going. “You're such a baby sometimes…” Y/N whispered, proceeding to fulfill his wish.

“Mhm... your baby.” He sighed happily.

Y/N smiled to herself at the state of pure bliss Harry was in. So utterly distracted by the slow puffy nature of his breaths, that she almost didnt notice that his droopy eyes had opened and were now fixed on her. He cleared his throat painfully. “Y/N... can I have one of those gummies you got? My throat hurts and I really want to try one.”

Y/N let out a tiny chuckle at the pleading tone he'd used, nodding as she got up to grab the bottle from the bag. She threw it at him playfully to catch midair, knowing that his reflexes were outstanding. “Ohh these seem nice. I love lemon and honey flavored shit.” He told her whilst inspecting the label.

“Yeah?” Y/N couldn’t help but to grin, feeling quite proud of herself for picking the right flavor. But her smile quickly melted into an expression of concern once she watched Harry crack open the bottle and carelessly throw a bunch of gummies into his mouth. “Harry! What are you- that’s not candy! You can’t eat them by the handful!”

“Oi, chill out… it’s just gummies. What wrong could it do?” He asked as he blithely chewed them. Words coming out garbled since he was speaking in between a mouthful.

“Oh, I don't know, perhaps there could be anesthetics in them... but who knows? It was just a thought.” Y/N ironized.

“Really?” He made a wry face similar to hers, inspecting the label closer. “Do you think we can get high on this shit?” He smirked, still chewing as he rolled the container around to check the ingredients in the back. “Cause I'm not gonna lie, that sounds like a pretty good afternoon plan to me...” He half joked, cracking the bottle open again and dropping a couple more gummies in his palm.

Y/N heaved at the suggestion. “I think it’s more likely that you get a terrible bellyache, and we end up in the ER...”

“You really think so?” Harry asked teasingly, taking another gummy to his mouth.

“Okay, that's enough. Give me that.” Y/N demanded, pushing for him to pass the container, but all he did was shake his head with a mischievous, defiant smirk. The girl rolled her eyes at him. “You know what? Fine.” She shrugged. “Eat as many as you want. Can't wait to watch you shit the bed once those anesthetics give you a loose bottom.”

He chuckled at the warning, amused. “If you’re so bothered, why don’t you come get them from me?” He questioned, but before he could prepare himself Y/N jumped on the bed to try and take the bottle away from his hands, what forced him to abruptly sit up and hold it over his head just so she couldn’t reach it from where she sat. “That was... real cute. Is that all you got, hm?”

Y/N huffed and crawled over his legs until she was practically on his lap. Seeing right through his facade once he happily handed off the gummies without putting up a fight and wrapped his arms around her middle to pull her in for a hug instead. “You must think you're so sly, don't you?” She mumbled in question, going back to petting his hair. “If you wanted a cuddle, you could’ve just said so… I don't mind your germs.”

“I was trying to behave to avoid getting you sick, actually…”

“Yeah right...” Y/N grumbled, dropping her head on his shoulder for a moment. “But I guess, since you've already passed me the germs and all... might as well just give me a kiss, no?” She proposed shyly, waiting for Harry to make the move. He did, pulling away slightly and placing his lips in hers softly. “Mm, more.” She pouted.

“Greedy.” He joshed, pecking the girl's lips again, and again... and once more for good measure. The damage was already done, after all... they might as well just keep doing it. “I feel disgusting, though. If I knew you were coming, I would’ve at least taken a shower and brushed my teeth. Can’t believe you still want to kiss me when I am like this.”

Y/N scratched at the frizzy hairs of his nape. “I promise you don't smell or look nearly as bad as you think you do… and you taste like lemon and honey so, that’s nice.” Harry distrustfully scrunched up his nose at her allegation, sniffing up some in the process before his digits rushed to grab some more toilet paper. He took it to his nose, blowing noisily. “Alright, snotty boy…” Y/N laughed, swiftly crawling off his lap. “How about I go downstairs to plate up our soup while you pick a movie for us to watch as we eat? It can be one of those “guy movies” and all, I promise I won't complain... today only, cause I'm giving you privilege for being sick.”

His eyes strayed towards you with interest, the lower half of his face still covered behind the poorly ripped toilet paper sheets. “I was actually thinking more like a musical or a pixar movie, maybe?”

“God, Harry.” Y/N gasped in awe. “I swear I've never felt more attracted to you in my life. Snot and everything.”

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