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leviiattacks · 3 years

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hi hi hi i really really really loved your jealous headcanon of levi and your teacher levi!!! i was wondering if i could maybe request something where you kinda mix the two(?) so like theres this event going on in school and the reader is very occupied and busy because shes paying attention to her students and then maybe she talks to some teachers about the event and then levi is just there secretly sulking cause he wants her attention too?? or idk you do you because your works are always soooooooo good thank you<3333

author note :: i did not stick to the prompt which was honestly an accident?/£/):7 but there is jealous levi and reader so i hope it workssss, it’s not that great and isn’t edited...but i hope you enjoy it :-( also thank you for the request you were very kind <3

for this to make more sense you’ll probably have to read my first ever teacher levi post which you can find here !!!!!

requests are always open :-)

word count :: 4.3k ???? longer than i expected ????

levi groans at the mention of sports day before turning to look at you dead in the eyes

he knows this is your doing, you’ve always been big on getting the children into sport and other extracurriculars

now see, he has no actual issue with sports day?? he’s pretty fit if he says so himself!!!

it’s just that he frankly does not have the effort to participate.

another part of him also feels frustrated seeing mike flock around you like an annoying bee

he’s asking all sorts of questions

“are we doing the three legged race again this year?”

“how about javelin?”

“HAHA...mike...”

levi takes one look at you and knows you’re trying to let him down softly, it is his favourite event after all.

“since last year’s fiasco and the way you nearly hit one of the sixth graders i think not.” you awkwardly chuckle patting his shoulder as if it’s any consolation

mike loves sports day, he’s competitive in all of the teacher only events and last year he even tripped you and levi up ON PURPOSE might you add

either way he still lost the teacher’s three legged race last year and ever since he’s been out to gain his title back.

levi remembers, he’s unsure if you do but he remembers vividly having to carry you on his back because you had sprained your ankle pretty badly after your collision with mike.

back then you and levi were still in the middle of your little math vs english debate meaning the whole walk to the infirmary was filled with bickering.

and when levi had placed you onto one of the beds you insisted you could treat yourself when you really couldn’t

the way that scenario ended had been with levi forcing you to place your foot onto his knee as he iced and tended to it

this year levi is not having any repeats of that. yes, he quite liked having some alone time with you, in fact it was one of the first times he stopped to wonder if he liked you.

BUT!!!! having you limp around the corridors wasn’t the best either and you were highly irritable until you were fully healed

“why don’t you actually try this year?” hange stifles a laugh, they’re stood to levi’s left and upon hearing their voice his shoulders sag. he knows he’s in for one hell of an earful

“i do try–”

“yeah whatever. anyway, you want a cupcake?” hange’s gesturing to the haphazardly iced buns in the four plastic containers in their hands

“these are for the bake sale!!” they add in enthusiastically.

levi’s about to shake his head, he’s already donated to the bake sale’s charity fund without paying for any of the baked goods. yes it is purely because he doesn’t trust hange to feed him anything edible

“they’re y/n’s batch :-)” hange’s wickedly grinning knowing they’ve hit their colleagues weakness

without another thought levi’s right hand dives into one of his pockets, fishing his wallet out. he places a few spare coins into hange’s palm

“wOAH, you’re pretty eager aren’t ya??”

their remark flies over levi’s head as he tries to pick out two of the most presentable cupcakes

“you’re so fond of y/n, why not try a little harder like i said?” hange’s thrown the bait in the river and levi completely falls for it. he turns ninety degrees completely forgetting about the cupcakes.

“i’m talking about sport’s day if it isn’t obvious.”

he faces hange directly. he scowls twisted in fake disgust and confusion all at once

“and why would i care about that?” he shoots back

“after walking in on the both of you touching each other up in the janitor’s closet i’m really surprised you’re — mMMPH—” levi’s shoved one of the cupcakes into hange’s mouth

“you’re gonna have to pay for that–”

levi smacks some more money into their palm to appease the issue

“when did you see that and have you told anyone else?” he’s seething right now, there’s no way he or you were unable to notice someone as loud as hange prance into the storage cupboard accidentally

“i haven’t told anyone but it has only been three days since i saw so who knowsss...”

“i’ll do anything for you to keep your mouth shut.” levi’s practically begging at this point

“i think you should buy a whole box of cupcakes as compensation. my eyes will never be the same again.”

levi hands over more than enough money, he’s probably handed over enough for two boxes just for extra measure

it’s not that he’s embarrassed of you or anything no, no, not at all. he just, this sounds so stupid but he isn’t sure what the two of you are????

you’ve kissed, A LOT but the only problem is that there’s never actually been confirmation of... something more? than that?

he’s simply horrible at asking, and seeing the way you’re talking to mike it’s almost getting to the stage of borderline flirting

he’s currently flexing one of his muscles and levi’s unsure if you’re actually gawking at them or feigning interest so mike can get bored and leave sooner

his bets are on you pretending for the sake of mike leaving until you reach out to squeeze his arm appreciatively

...

what is this feeling??

insecurity?? a low self esteem??? levi isn’t entirely sure what the emotion that surges through him at that moment is

but hange sure does, grinning at the scene playing out they shove moblit with their elbow

well, well, well levi getting jealous is certainly something new.

when levi knocks on the door of your classroom you assume he’s come to bother you and ask for the spreadsheet with grade averages and all that technical stuff

english and math grades need to be compared side by side and even though it’s your job to help with the data analysis you’re pretty bad at it so levi’s the one who USUALLY picks up the pieces and does it for the two of you

occasionally mike steps in and helps when levi’s got other stuff in the way

“oh levi!! mike told me he’d be doing this month’s spreadsheet?” you’ve poked your head out of the door to talk to him

levi’s eyes narrow at that because he hasn’t asked mike for help at all.

“i didn’t come here for the spreadsheet but i haven’t even told mike to assist me this month... i wonder why he’s so passionate.” he mumbles the last part under his breath

opening the door up you wave for him to come inside “what you here for then?” you ask, oOoh maybe he’s finished reading an inspector calls?? finally you can talk to someone about the twist at the end

“i’m taking part in sports day properly.” the statement is unexpected and ?? levi ?? take anything other than math seriously ??

“woah... i’m proud of you?? i’m glad you’re seeing it’s important to show the children physical activity is fun.” your smile brightens up the entire room and he begins to feel a little more confident

peering up at him your curiosity doesn’t go unnoticed and he clears his throat, he knows you’re expecting him to say something else

ok, ok, ok. he thinks he’s built enough courage up to ask you

“i’ve never got the chance to ask but would you like to go on a date?” on reflex levi screws his eyes shut, suddenly he’s convinced you’ll say no and reject him. why would you accept??

“sure!”

his eyes flutter open and he feels you grip at the sleeve of his shirt.

well? that went better than he expected?

“where do you want to go?” you ask

“doesn’t matter, but let’s go somewhere after sports day finishes up.”

“are you barely going to try like last year?” you’re munching away at a granola bar - it’s rather bland and makes your throat feel kinda scratchy

you’re midway through drinking some water to deal with the dryness but you nearly spit it out when levi responds

“no. i plan on winning every single teacher event.”

HE WANTS TO??? beat???? everyone???

“you’re planning on beating mike too?” you tilt your head to the side incredulously

levi purses his lips at the mention of his name

“why does that sound so absurd to you?”

“he’s um, very good at sport that’s all.”

“i am too.” levi’s adamant to prove his point to you

“fine, here’s a deal. win at least one teacher event and i’ll try and solve one of your funny math problems or whatever.”

“what kind of deal is that??”

“you’ll be able to see me struggle with numbers, for free!!”

“no. i have something better in mind.” levi bites his smile back, he can’t let you know the idea makes him feel

“and that would be?”

he takes a step forward decreasing the space between the two of you.

“how about you kiss me in front of everyone?”

your mouth falls open because oh wow....? you have no actual problem with the task you’re simply surprised that levi is willing to put the both of you out there like that. the spectacle is bound to raise some eyebrows

“deal?” he holds his hand out for you to shake

you nod your head. “it’s a pleasure doing business with you.”

and so your deal is sealed with a firm handshake.

the big day has ARRIVED!!!

all of the students are flooding in through the gates. some carry footballs, other basketballs. you’ve been here for less than ten minutes and had to save a ball from crashing right into an expensive window.

everyone’s wearing active gear, udo walks in with a ski mask on?? which is peculiar but it’s humorous so you don’t tell him off for it

you’ve chosen a comfortable olive green tracksuit, you don’t think you’re in the mood for ski masks like udo is

coincidentally levi happens to show up in the EXACT same type of tracksuit?? everything’s the same to the colour. you both stare at each other for a moment trying to figure out how exactly you managed that but give up, you guess you have similar tastes

the accidental coordinated outfits have a few of your students pointing and chuckling together

gabi and falco are laughing heartily and whispering god knows what about the two of you

“three legged race partner?” levi asks as he fills up some water bottles for the water stand

“oh? mike asked me to be his partner.”

levi doesn’t make it obvious that he’s jealous about it because what adult would be jealous over a three legged race??

but even if you can’t tell levi is pissed mike sure can

he’s walking past the two of you, hands shoved into his pockets when he spots you a few meters away. his eyes sparkle when he sees you. it’s at that moment he senses the dark piercing glare coming from your right.

you’ve yet to notice mike but levi’s seen him approaching from a mile away and he isn’t particularly happy about it.

the good thing about mike is that he knows not to mess with levi.

the two have known each other for years and by now mike knows messing with levi is a death wish in itself.

so when the poor physical ed teacher notices the way levi glowers at him he calls out your name to get your attention - he’s much too afraid to get anywhere near you

“Y/N!!”

whipping your head around you wave at your race partner, why does it look like he’s seen a ghost?? you shove that thought to the back of your mind, he’s probably just tired

“petra doesn’t have a partner and uhh... i think levi’s free. could you work with him instead?”

levi turns away to smile to himself. ah how the tables have turned!!!

“but i want to work with you? it’s always y/n and levi do this. y/n and levi do that!! i wanna try with someone else.”

what you’ve said is a lie. honestly you’d just like to see levi get worked up again

but levi doesn’t get the memo at all. it flies over his head and he huffs thinking if that’s what you want he doesn’t mind. he’ll just show you how he feels.

“it’s okay. i’ll go with petra.” levi nonchalantly salutes at both you and mike as he walks backwards before turning around to locate the ginger in question

WHY DID HE GIVE IN SO EASILY???? YOU WERE JOKING?????

with your mouth open wide mike looks at you once and puts the pieces together

“guessing you wanted him to stick around?” you suddenly hear and god, you feel kinda bad

“oh no!!! i would love to be your partner.” looping your arm with his you smile up at him

whether or not mike believes you isn’t clear but he does return your smile.

there’s a few minutes till the three legged race starts, everyone’s running around. erwin’s knelt down to tie yours and mike’s legs together

as he’s doing so you can’t help but hear a high pitched windshieldy giggle leave petra and you visibly seem annoyed. that’s if your arms crossed over your chest and clenched jaw are anything to go by

levi hasn’t even said anything notably funny ???? what is she laughing at ????

he’s quite literally just standing there making awkward small talk with her

it goes something like this

“have you marked your exams yet?”

levi doesn’t realise she’s said anything till she taps his shoulder and he asks for her to repeat her question

“oh.” he thinks for a while. “no not yet. i’ve got better shit to do. i don’t see them till next week either way.”

and then she just starts laughing so hard that she has to hold her knees and when that isn’t enough she holds onto a nearby pole for support

you see where this is going

when her breathing gets even more uneven she reaches out to grab levi’s upper arm

YUP. you knew it. you can’t be mad at her really. no one knows you and levi are sort of a thing.

a thing? is that the term? well, whatever late night calls discussing books and a few heated kisses in private mean that’s what you are

levi stares at the hold she has on his arm and you expect him to shrug her off. instead he sees you look, smirks a little and waves all the while letting her hand stay there

and the icing on the cake is petra waving at you too and her eyes are much more expressive than she thinks they are

she’s internally laughing at you for sure.

ok, not a big deal, NOT a big deal!!!

this is just him getting back at you for before.

flipping your head back your sad expression probably catches mike’s attention because he seems to cave in

“want to make him jealous back?”

his suggestion is interesting but you catch yourself second guessing

“he’s doing that because he’s jealous.” you mumble shaking your leg to test the strength of erwin’s knot

“and? don’t let him win.” he glances at his shoulder gesturing for you to make the next move

nodding your head vigorously you throw your arm over mike’s shoulder but find he’s too tall to make that work so instead you settle on holding him by the side

it takes you a little to adjust to the close proximity but in the time it takes you to do that mike informs you of levi glaring at the two of you

“mind if i hold onto you here? we can coordinate our moves faster!!!” petra doesn’t even wait for levi to agree to what she says. she just flings one of her arms around his torso

again, he lets her just as last time.

this game of cat and mouse is getting tiring, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut when mike approached you.

“ON YOUR MARKS.”

your senses snap back to where you are. your grip on mike’s torso firms and he turns to nod at you.

you nod back.

you’ll win this.

“GET SET.”

“AND GO!”

okay, SO.

something in your game plan must have gone wrong but mike’s strength is something you’ve clearly underestimated. his first step is so powerful you don’t even have the time to start moving

you assume that’s how you collapse to the ground behind him and scrape your hands onto the cement of the track

so much for winning. all you’re doing is bleeding and hissing trying to cope with the stinging sensation

“mike?!?? not again??” hange groans and jogs over to the two of you untying the ropes at your legs.

“do we have to ban you from another event??? you’re too reckless sometimes.” hange smacks his chest and then hurriedly whispers “levi’s coming this way if you value your life you better bolt and use the first aid kit as an excuse.”

mike doesn’t even debate with himself, that’s his best bet at staying alive and so he dashes away as if he’s left the shower on at home for five hours unattended

some students are murmuring under their breaths and luckily for you the forever reliable gabi and falco have come to your rescue with bandages

“show me your hands.” levi’s hard voice interrupts all discussion. petra’s stood peering over his shoulder and you swear you catch her muffling a laugh

levi frowns. “you good?” he asks. you assume this answer will be the deciding factor regarding whether or not he makes this an issue with mike

“i’m great – trust me!! just a few scrapes.”

levi doesn’t look convinced but he let’s it go.

he helps you get up and takes the bandages from gabi thanking her.

“i’ll patch y/n up.” he tells hange pointedly and they agree. moblit at that moment happens to run over with a megaphone in hand.

“SHOWS OVER FOLKS!! WE’LL MOVE ON TO THE JUMP ROPE EVENT FOR NOW!!!”

“i’ll make him lose the one hundred meter sprint so badly he won’t know what hit him.” levi’s been grumbling the entire time he’s sat down to bandage your hands.

now that you’re both sat close to each other again murmurs of “matching tracksuits??” are back

“you don’t have to it was a mistake levi.”

levi shrugs eyes scanning his handiwork. “i want to. i’ve got to earn my kiss in front of a crowd anyway.”

gently letting go of your hand he looks out onto the track waiting to be called.

you’ve never seen levi give his full effort into sports day but even then you’re unsure if he’ll ever be able to beat mike.

honestly mike sure is fast and you recall one of the children referring to him with the nickname lightening bolt

and speak of the devil. a group of children walk past and are talking about the teacher’s race

“mr bolt’s gonna win for sure. you seen him run?? he could be an olympian!!!!” zofia’s gushing about him, she happens to be a big fan

the only nickname you’ve ever heard for levi is ursula – “ursula sure is evil for giving us that much work >:(” you had heard udo say once during class but after the earful he got from gabi he never used the name again, neither did anyone else

a few more minutes pass in a comfortable silence and levi’s called over to his lane. you’ve accepted the fact that there’s no changing his mind and he’s bound to compete now

“wait for me by the finish line.” he instructs and so you do. you go your separate paths. he to his lane (he’s in the lane two) and you to the finish line

petra’s already standing there waiting. her elbows are propped onto the railing peering out towards the contestants.

making your way to stand with her you see her sigh dreamily at levi in the distance

“hey, i know you don’t like levi a whole lot. you know your fued and all but do you think he’d say yes if i asked him out?”

well.

that sure is unexpected.

you fight the urge to scoff because you know you and levi are starting to drop more hints. is this her way of finding out the truth?

“me and levi don’t hate each other actually.”

“oh, well dislike.”

“we don’t dislike each other.”

“tolerate?” she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth trying to control her frustration

“petra. i like levi.” your confession knocks the wind out of her. you both silently exchange looks. she’s very clearly in disbelief.

the next time she speaks the previous playful lilt in her voice is long gone

“as soon as you noticed i liked him you just had to decide you liked him too. people like you make my skin crawl.”

?????????

why is she so bitter?.)/&£:

you can’t help liking levi and he likes you too,, so what now??

“he likes me back petra. can we be civil about this? i don’t like workplace drama. i had no idea you were into him.” you’re hoping that this will happen to shut her up but NO!!! it doesn’t she’s only more mouthy now

“prove it.” she points one of her manicured fingers into your chest and demands evidence she doesn’t even deserve to see

“what???”

“if he likes you back so much he should be able to show it.”

you know, if it were any day, any other time or any other person asking you this you would have out right refused, but given the circumstances and levi already waiting on you to kiss him in front of the entirety of the school you see no issue with having the last laugh in this argument

“fair enough.” you mutter and lean over to see hange announce the countdown

“ON YOUR MARKS.”

“GET SET.”

“AND GO!!!”

you swear you blink because GOD what on EARTH????? you don’t understand why previous to this levi balked at the thought of participating because he’s made it look so easy.

he’s not bolted he may as well have TELEPORTED to the finish line. mike is breaking out in a sweat far behind him and the boyish grin on levi’s face is enough to tell how he feels

gasps and applause can be heard from the children. zofia and udo are passionately arguing about some bet they’ve made - you make a mental note to tell them that making deals is fun as long as they don’t bet large amounts of money

levi’s jogging up to you completely ignoring petra’s presence

“told you i’d do it. i avenged you didn’t i?” you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so confidently in public

you acknowledge what he’s said with a cartoon like thumbs up and then you’re staring at him unable to locate your courage

oh fuck it

you lean in hurriedly and steal a peck from him. he blinks and then scowls much to petra’s amusement. she has to think he’s about to curse you out but unbeknownst to her she’s read the situation wrong

“is that your idea of a kiss??”

and then he takes matters into his own hands – no literally into his own hands. he cups your face in his palms and captures your lips with his own. as you reciprocate petra can be heard choking on her saliva.

“OH well who would’ve guessed the english and math department had an alliance????? not me???” next is hange, they’re feigning shock even though they’ve known what the two of you have been up to this entire time

the whispers have now become full on shouts

“i KNEW it they were dating?!?!”

“MAN??? I HAD A CRUSH ON MR ACKERMAN WHAT NOW???”

gabi and falco are audibly cheering, you’re quite sure they realised what was up long ago

“DON’T BE UPSET BUT I THINK THIS IS WAYYY BETTER THAN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!!!!” falco’s comment makes your heart rise in your chest

and you know what? you think so too.

as levi’s hand travels to the back of your neck pressing you further into him you come to the conclusion that maybe just maybe this is far better than pride and prejudice ever will be :-)

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salty-fang · 4 years

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Twisted Fate Sugar Edition

Part three (sorry for the long wait) thanks for being patient @loveswifi

Marinette had had a weird day. She had kept being pulled in the direction of people who could’ve been mistaken for male versions of herself. Jason, Tim and Dick.

She had met Jason first. She had taken a quick detour from her hour-long trip to the fabric store. It had been a week after her outing with Gina, Alfred and Bruce Wayne but a week before the whole Lila debacle. She hadn’t expected Lila to even be in Gotham so Marinette didn’t feel the need to worry. She should have.

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Jason had loads of knowledge on malicious stalking. Growing up as a vigilante taught him some things. So, he was truly stunned when he saw two shady people watched that pregnant woman with wolfish glares that he actually felt the need to follow them. He dragged her out of there line of sight, which without an explanation was pretty stupid. She’d kicked him in the balls causing him to hiss.

“Let go of me.”

“I’m trying to help you. A woman and a man have been watching you for a fucking long time. I just wanted to make sure you knew them. By the way, I’m Jason Todd.”

“Marinette.”

“One of them literally has sausages for hair. I think I’m going to have nightmares for a while.”

“Ugh, you should meet Lila Rossi.”

“Agreste's new wife?”

“Yup. Her eyes are so cold and dead. And she wears so much orange. It’s so painful when you actually look at her that I’d rather stick pins in my eyes.”

“Yo, this chick is the same. You sure we aren’t talking about the same person?” she snuck a quick look around the corner, laughing at the confusion on both Lila and Kim’s faces. She’d laughed too loud as Lila’s head whipped in her direction.

“That’s definitely her. Still as annoying as ever.” Kim had whispered something in Lila's ear just as she rounded the corner. They had started sprinting towards her and were going to catch her if she didn’t move her ass.

‘I can’t run far in heels. I’m going to have to catch a bus. The doctor did tell me to take it easy. Can’t affect those triplets with too much movement.’

She had only made it outside the door when she felt herself be hoisted onto sturdy shoulders.

“Let go of me! Oh it’s you Jay. Give a girl some warning will ya!” she said sighing in exasperation.

“Sorry but you really thought I was going to watch them hurt my little sis.”

“Hey! I’m not little. And put me down. “

“That’s what your focused on? And I won’t put you down. You may think you don’t need help but you’re wrong. So let your good big bro do his job.

“Good my ass,” she muttered, ducking under a signpost. “More like arrogant goofball.” Kim and Lila had either disappeared or they just blended in with the crowd very well. They’d probably lost them. Thank God for that.

“Jay, you can put me down now.”

“Huh, are they gone?”

“Yup.” She said popping the ‘p'. “Thank you Jay. For everything.”

“No worries, pixie pop. You’re my sis. I’d kill a bitch for you.” Marinette had fallen in line with Jason. But with his long strides and her pregnancy she was always steps behind him. Sure he’d fall back to match her pace but Lila had waited until the perfect moment to capitalise. She’d tried to scream for help but she had lost the ability to. They dragged her round the corner to one of her favourite cafés. Her head ached where Lila had pulled tightly on her braid (think Lady Noire) as she felt several strands of her hair fall out. Had no one found her being dragged around slightly disturbing?

She supposed no one cared about business that didn’t affect them in Gotham. Wow. Great, just great. She’d submitted herself fully when another blue-eyed black-haired man had come to her rescue. Seriously, was everyone in Gotham like Jay Jay or had he just been a manifestation of her sleep deprivation. He’d seemed so real, so human but it wouldn’t be the first time her mind would make something so absurd up. It was probably her loneliness acting up again. There was no way any sane person would stay around her for so long.

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Surprisingly it had been Tim who saved her, though she hadn’t known that. Unsurprisingly, Jay and him had two distinctly different personalities. He lived off coffee, looked twice his age with those bags but had such wit about him that he could manipulate the situation without the other party realising. He had been surrounded by so many coffee cups that she had thought he had been in his final year preparing for exams or perhaps working night shifts every day of the week. But nooooo, he was the co-CEO of a business. Starting at the age of 17. Marinette had felt some of the burden dropped on her and she wasn’t even in his position. No wonder he looked like he needed a pick me up. It was just as well that she’d come equipped with her special coffee. She’d make more for Gina later, he needed it more. Plus, Gigi wouldn’t be back in hours.

“I know you said it was alright to sit with you uhh...”

“Tim.”

“Right, Tim. I don’t want to bother you anymore but that coffee looks like it doesn’t do shit for you. I made some for my grandma but she won’t be back for ages so maybe... you would like it?” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Of course he won’t want some he probably thinks you’re a weirdo who poisoned his drink. Maybe you can take it back from him? “ on second thought-"

“Sure. Why not?” Ok Tim needs sleep. My God, I could have spiked his drink and he accepted it. He’s so vulnerable like this.

“If I give you my drink it will probably take a minute to kick in but... but you have to promise me that you’ll drink my power down later. If you don’t I’ll find you and I’ll get you to sleep one way or another. Don’t test me.” He gulped, eyes wide as he frantically nodded. “Good. Now would you like some pastries to go with your Marinette’s Super Special?” Her shift in character made him freeze. He couldn’t find his voice quick enough and instead opted for a simple thumbs up. She dug two flasks out of her bag, placing one in front of him and sniffed her own. Then, she brought two plates out, setting out croissants so buttery they made him drool, raspberry macaroons and a dozen mini chocolate chip muffins.

“You look like you needed a sugar rush so I guessed what you might like. Sorry if they’re not your favourites. Now chop chop eat up child!” Tim took a tentative sip of his drink feeling it slip down his throat. It had been just how he liked it yet slightly stronger. And then he felt the kick. It had been so small that his brain glossed over it but it’d been there. He was starting to feel more human again. And it had shown. His face had become less pallid and gaunt, his eyes held a fire that had been previously extinguished and his movements became less robotic, almost lighter. Before Marinette could utter ‘I told you so' everything had vanished. Tim was never usually a messy eater but he definitely was right now. Chocolate was smeared all over his chin , flakes from the croissant had littered around his suit and coffee had spilt on his white polo shirt.

“Beanie,” he muttered, a wild look in his egyptian blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re real. Or I at least died and went to heaven. You’re too sweet not to be in my life. I don’t know how I lived without you before. Please, I need you as my dealer. Your coffee is the only one I’ll ever drink again. Please.”

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It wasn’t every day you saw Tim Drake beg on his knees and whine. But when you did, you would probably laugh your ass off. Whoever that poor girl was had just attracted the attention of invasive photographers. Unlucky, but at least they would get a show out of it.

“If I give you my coffee you’re not going to sleep. You’re going to be a living zombie and I can’t live with that. I’d rather not have anyone connecting me with your death from excessive tiredness.” Tim knew he had to play dirty if he was going to win. Thankfully, Steph had taught him how to master the art of puppy dog eyes which he aimed at Marinette. He then wrapped his arms around her leg, consequently being dragged along the unsanitary sidewalk to where both their belongings were.

“Please please please please PLEASE.” He noticed Marinette’s will become fragile. He wobbled his bottom lip, sniffling softly. “I’ll stop begging if you say yes. Please beanie.”

“Fine.” She huffed whilst he fist pumped the air. “But we do things on my terms alright?”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Jeez. You’ve given me a headache.” She stated aiming a half-hearted glare at a sheepish Tim. “That’s an achievement, dude, not even Chloé could do that and her tantrums were super bratty.”

He had gone to apologise when shrill ringing rang in the air.

“Sorry,” he mouthed. “ I have to take this.”

“Jason what do you want? You just interrupted my deal with my dealer.”

“ I didn’t know you had it in you. But now isn’t the time. I need you to check security where you are. Pixie pop's gone missing.”

“Pixie pop?”

“I’ll explain later but right now she’s in danger. See you in 5 replacement.” With nothing left to say the line went dead and he decided to run some checks on Jason’s location whilst idly chatting with Marinette. She had asked for his unique insight on her latest design.

“What shade would you use on this? I’m only asking because of your peculiar style.”

“Definitely lavender but towards the bottom fade into a dark purple. And peculiar?”

“Who wears a suit on a hot summers day?” she asked eyebrow raised.

“Me. Batman. Business owners. Cosplayers. Bruce Wayne. The list could go on but I don’t have all day.” He said throwing an exaggerated wink at her.

“None of those people you mentioned are normal except maybe cosplayers so it doesn’t count. Better luck next time. I’m going to go pee.” Tim had opened his mouth to respond when he spotted Jason. He looked terrible. His hair was matted against his forehead with sweat, his eyes were bloodshot.

“I came as soon as I could. What did you find replacement? Spit it out. I don’t have all fucking day.”

“First, I want you to meet me dealer and then we can talk about what happened to ‘pixie' and who they even are.”

“Tim, as much as I’d love to meet your drug buddy, it’ll have to wait. She’s more important. I’m worried that the people who took her are going to seriously harm her.”

“Fine but you’re missing out on meeting the sweetest girl ever.”

“I’ll pass.” Jason snarled before turning back to the pixelated security feed. “That was where I last saw her. That’s weird. It’s like she disappeared from all footage. Do you have any other leads?”

“Jay-Jay?” Marinette barrelled into him locking him in a hug. “How do you know tater-tot?”

“Hey!”

“Sorry little lady but I’m looking for someone. Holy shit, is that you pixie pop?”

“Yup and who you calling little lady? I’m fun sized and could totally whoop your ass if I wasn’t pregnant. Just remember that Jason.” The way she had said his name sent shivers up his spine. She had delivered her sentence as a fact, not a threat.

“That’s why you’re my favourite, pixie pop.” Jason said, tearing up.

“Replacement, how did you even save Marinette?”

“They probably took a look at his half dead state and got scared off.” After an hour of re-introduction, they finally left. Jason drove her back on his motorcycle and dumped Tim’s limp body (from drinking Marinette’s calming chai tea) on his back.

With many hours to kill before Gina would be back from her night shift, she got changed into her gym clothes- a pink shirt with short sleeves and grey shorts- and headed to her local sports centre. Surprisingly, it was Dick who saved her this time

Marinette had been doing light exercise to keep in shape every day since she arrived in Gotham. She had a daily routine of squats, sit ups and weights, moving at her own pace. She had only attended the gym once before this and everyone had been friendly or had just gone about their days. Today was the first day anyone had actually approached her

“Hey sunshine, is it alright if I call you sunshine?” She nodded. “There’s a creepy guy watching you. He hasn’t actually done any workouts but he’s pointing his phone at you for a hell of a long time.”

“Thank you for telling me...”

“Richard but you can call me Dick.” She snickered. “If you want to that is.” Dick walked away to take a quick call from his brother when...

WARNING: YOU MIGHT NOT BE COMFORTABLE READING THIS PART. TW: sexual harassment. I'll put a brief summary at the bottom if you would rather skip

When she felt a firm hand squeeze her ass. She felt it trail down her shorts before she could even look at their face. She leapt away from his grasp, her breathing heavy as she looked around for any support. Unfortunately, the gym was empty, giving the predator an easy advantage.

“Hey baby did anyone tell you you’re damn sexy when you smile? Cuz you definitely are.” he aimed a snide smile at her. His yellow teeth glinted and his heady scent made her sick. “Princess, come back to mine tonight. We could have so much fun together and I’ll make you scream until you forget your own name. So, how about it?” He had approached he, pushing her boundaries, forcing her to back up against the wall.

‘No. Not ever. But especially not today.’

Marinette paled quickly. Gina wouldn’t be home for hours and he would most likely follow her home anyways. With no one to bear witness to this, he could do as he pleased. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He could seriously hurt her or worse... and there would be nothing she could do about it. She’d just fade into the background, just another statistic. No one would believe her because ‘she shouldn’t have dressed like that’ and ‘she definitely wanted it’. So, she would fight and if he won well so be it. At least she had done all she could.

“Has anyone told you it’s rude to hit on people’s girlfriends?” Dick said forcing himself between them. He knew she could handle it but something about that guy made him uneasy. Marinette had exuded confidence but she still trembled and he could see how tense her muscles had been.

“He’s your boyfriend? You could do so much better than him. Just tell him your coming home with me. Or better yet, I’ll pay you to do it in front of me.” Marinette could see the repulsion on Dick’s face, as she gagged. “Yes, that would be way better. I’ll seriously pay you. Got a couple hundred bucks if you want it.” He stated palming himself through his jeans.

“No thanks. Maybe after she’s given birth?”

“She’s pregnant? What a slut. I bet she poked holes in your condom so you wouldn’t be able to leave her. Anyways, got to get back home to the wife and kids. Hit me up when she’s good again.” Marinette flung her arms around Dick as soon as she was sure he was gone.

Tw over

“Thank you so much. He wouldn't have stopped if you hadn’t come Dick.”

“No problem, sunshine.”

“It’s Marinette.” She mumbled, scuffing her shoes against the gym floor.

“What?”

“The name's Marinette. I would have loved to meet you under different circumstances. Oh well. Nice to meet you anyways.”

“You too Mari. Are you driving back home?”

“I actually walked her. I’ll probably just call a taxi or walk back.”

“No way sunshine. That guy is a huge sleaze ball. I don’t doubt that he’ll try something funny. If no one’s coming to pick you up I’ll walk you back home. Ok?”

“Ok.”

Dick had been completely right. The dude had been waiting outside, most likely waiting for Mari to leave but when he saw them leave together, he raced to his car. Dick had memorized his license plate and got a brief description of the car but he would probably dump it somewhere. Still, no harm in trying. He watched constantly to see if he was following them and took some turns to shake him off. In the end, they had arrived and Dick hadn’t left until he saw her actually enter her apartment. He had to tell everyone about Marinette.

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Marinette’s battery had been drained, both physically and socially after that week. Lila had pissed her off and she felt really bad for that guy she spewed on. Not like she would see him again. She’d spent all week working on the dress Tim helped her with to wear to her visit to the Wayne’s tomorrow. It had been her fastest completed project ever, though she had neglected eating and sleeping. Marinette had to agree with Tim. The fade into dark purple had been a nice addition and made it really stand out. Even Penny had thought so when she saw it on their chat about commissions. A hungover Jagged threw a ‘rock’n’roll’ over her shoulder and Marinette had felt a pang in her heart at the tenderness they treated each other with. Maybe, one day she could have that special bond with someone too. But she needed to focus on helping herself heal first. She could see the apologetic look written over Penny’s face to which she giggled at before declaring that she needed some rest.

Gina had forced her to rest before they visited the Wayne’s. Apparently today had been Thursday not Wednesday? The days had just blended into one. She had been intrigued to meet the rest of the family but she felt so weak.

‘Oh well,’ she thought. ‘Nothing a little tea can’t fix.’

Since she had found out she was pregnant, all her normal guilty pleasures had been off limits. No double espresso as bitter as her soul and no alcohol. She had to adapt to the restrictions because of her doctor. So, she whipped up a tea as strong as her go to coffee with way less caffeine. It had still her the kick she needed but it wasn’t as good as she would have liked. Still, she’d take what she could get. It still aggravated her when she would reach for a glass of white wine or coffee beans forgetting about the warnings. It aggravated her when she would call out to Tikki to transform forgetting she was no longer by her side. She would toy with her empty earlobes before letting her tears fall freely. Tikki had been the most loyal-kwami or human- and she still got taken. She wouldn’t pretend it hadn’t hurt but she had moved on. Some days she would remember she wasn’t with her and cry but on some she’d pretend everything was normal. Today was one of those days where she wore herself out from crying. Gina had caught her but even she knew Marinette needed space, assuming she was still upset about Adrien.

After a good half an hour of crying, she went to freshen up refusing to look like a puffer fish when she met everyone. Dabbling at her eyes, she applied light mascara and used concealer under her bags so she wouldn’t look as dead as Tim. She slipped into the dress, wearing it with pride. It had fit like a glove exemplifying her curves and showing her protruding baby bump. That had been the only downside as she wanted it to be a surprise. Though, nothing slipped past Alfred’s keen eyes. She’d been puzzled as to how she could style her hair before she settled on voluminous curls. It had required Gina’s help and a hell of a lot of hairspray but it had been worth it. She set her flower crown upon her head (delivered to her by Adrien) and placed one on Gina's. She’d been quite surprised when Gina told her she would have to go by herself but it wouldn’t be too bad. Alfred and Bruce were kind so she could just chat with them if the others were rude.

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Damian was annoyed. Gina was late. Very late. And he’d been waiting for hours for her to arrive. A soft rap on the door sent him flying out of his seat as he scrambled to unlock the door. He’d expected Gina but on their doorstep was that angel from before.

“You,” he whispered. “Why are you here?” He didn’t like feeling confused so he schooled his features to be cold and cynical. Footsteps behind him caused him to instinctively slam the door shut.

“Sorry angel.” Not that she could hear him. Jason had stood behind him, watching him with curiosity.

“Demon spawn. Who was at the door?” Shit. He couldn’t exactly say how he knew her or his reputation would be tarnished. Everyone in his family knew Todd was the biggest gossiper and he would definitely spread the news. Like hell would he tell Todd. He’d take that secret to his grave.

"It was bArBarA. I mean Gordon. Yeah it was Gordon.” His voice may have cracked several times but it was a convincing lie, right?

“One, you almost never call people by their first names.” Jason said, eyes narrowing slightly. “Two your voice sounded awful. And you don’t stray from perfection. So, what’s your deal?

“Puberty?” He shrugged trying to conceal his panic.

“I’ll take your bullshit for now but you forgot Barbara’s already here. Let’s try this again. Who was at the door?”

“It was that harlot that Grayson suggested I try to court.

“Oh, that bitch. She’s all yours. Just keep her away from me. And Damian when dinner is over, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you. Make no mistake.” And with that, he threw a quick salute over his shoulder and strolled away. Damian had let out a sigh of relief, turning to walk away before he remembered who was still outside.

“Todd tell everyone I went to the bathroom.” He yelled shutting the front door before he could hear his reply. He descended down the stairs only to find her missing. He had begun mapping out all the locations of the manor when his eyes fell upon her. He felt the air forcibly be removed from his lungs and he remained unmoving. Awestruck. His heart squeezed as he watched her sniff his magnolias that he tended to. The way her dress pooled around her and the small but present baby bump had made him flush.

‘She truly was an angel.’ His eyes glanced at the flower crown entangled in her inky locks as the moonlit sky enhanced her celestial look. ‘She’s also much more than that though.’

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” She saw his mortified face. “You know getting a door slammed in your face isn’t the greatest first impression a family could give.”

“I’m sorry. But what are you doing here?”

“Expecting a warm welcome, not being left out in the cold, really anything but this. And I don’t even know you so...”

"You do."

"Excuse me?"

"You puked on me. I didn’t think you were going to ever see me again so you surprised me. I didn’t want to explain to anyone how we were acquainted.”

"I’m so sorry. It’s these stupid hormones. And that stupid Lila. Everything is just stupid."

"Lila Rossi? She is pretty stupid.” And then something changed. His face was softer and he hadn’t looked like he would bite her head off. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m waiting for my grandma but maybe tomorrow. I’m meeting a stuck-up client so I’m gonna need to vent. I’ll tell you the details later?”

“Fine with me.” She hobbled away. She had been patiently waiting by the doorstep, her soft rap probably inaudible due to all the chaos. He whipped out his spare key, unlocking the door. He hadn’t expected that soft click to prompt the attention of his whole family.

"Marinette-"

“Beanie?”

“Pixie pop?”

“Sunshine?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH DAMIAN?” they screamed, rushing forwards to envelop her in hugs.

“I let her in. You guys didn’t even hear her knocking. Wait, how do you all know Angel?”

His eyes nervously flitted to hers at the slip of his private nickname. He saw the flush on her cheeks as her mouth formed a small ‘o'. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes as the others taunted him for his cute pet name. He felt Dick ruffle his hair, which took a while to style, and Jason poke his sides. He felt Tim snicker and Barbara pinch his cheek. And he felt Marinette link their hands together in solidarity, enduring the teasing with him. They had been so embarrassed that they completely missed the arrival of Gina and the scheming look on Alfred’s face who dished her the gossip. They missed the dark but silent chuckle that left both Gina and Alfred as they decided to meddle in their kids failing love lives.

“What’d I miss, my little chicks? Because Mama’s home.”

NOTES (optional)

In the part labelled with tw here is what happens:

Creepy old 50 year old man hits on Marinette and feels her up. He asks her to come home with him but Dick helps her out and stops him. He tells them he would pay to watch them go at it and calls Marinette names. He eventually 'leaves' to his wife and kids.

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So I decided to make this a fanfic of the other thing I wrote which is now the prologue and this will be chapter 1 called ‘the truth’ the fanfic is called ‘The Risk Of Loving (you)’ I hope you like this! Let me know what you think!!

"Harry we were going to tell you!" Hermione said frantically, after she made sure Malfoy was ear shot away.

"Why?" Harry said, he was still in shock so he only managed a word.

"I think it's best if Malfoy explains it, he told us at least multiple times but I still don't understand it." George said.

"I don't understand why he needs to explain anything to me! He's on their side! This is— this is — !"

"Mate, calm down." Ron said, taking a tentative step forward.

"Calm down? Calm down?! I thought you of all people would be pretty upset about this!" Harry spat, standing up to face Ron, red in the cheeks with fury.

"I still am Harry! The whole thing is ridiculous if you ask me! I never— we — all of us never wanted Malfoy involved in any of this but as we found out he was already involved a long time ago." Ron yelled, he also burned red, his freckles standing out.

"What? What the hell does that mean 'already involved' he's got nothing to do with us!" Harry shouted.

"He's got something to do with you though." Ron said crossing his arms, puffing out his chest, and huffing in annoyance.

"Why does no one tell me anything! God!" He kicked the side of the bed and again and again.

"Anger issues much." Fred whispered into George's ear.

"Harry please..." Hermione pleaded with him putting a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off and glared at her, his eyes burning with rage.

"NO!" Harry screamed, "NO ONE TELLS ME SHIT AND THEN I FIND OUT THE MALFOY! MALFOY, HERMIONE! IS PART OF THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX! HE'S NOT EVEN OLD ENOUGH, HE'S NOT ON OUR SIDE!"

Hermione had tears in her eyes as he screamed. Harry was breathing hard, he just wanted answers.

"Potter." Said a gruff voice and everyone turned their heads to see Draco standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

"What?" Harry spat at him.

"We need to talk."

"Clearly." Harry said cracking his neck, his hands in fists.

Draco closed his eyes as he held the bridge of his nose between his fingers, his head tilted back. "Could the rest of you go downstairs. I would like to talk to Harry alone." He looked at them all, then jutted his head to the door as he stepped to the side to let them pass, they each gave Harry reassuring glances as they left.

Once all were out Draco closed the door with his back, his eyes not leaving Harry's.

"How do I know this isn't a trick?" Harry said, going for his wand.

"Don't be ridiculous Potter, sit and I'll tell you everything." Draco put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the desk Ginny was sitting at only moments ago.

Harry looked skeptical but sat on the bed, his eyes never leaving Draco's

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this sooner, and this is going to be hard to hear."

"We'll spit it out, I really need answers right about now."

"I know you do, so let me talk."

Draco let out a sigh before he began to speak. "My father is a bad man, as you already know, a death eater." The way he said it was like poison had reached the back of this throat, and this took Harry aback. "He never had time to actually raise me like a father should, anyways my mother raised me and right might I add she taught me to love and care the opposite of what my father wanted for me."

"That's absurd."

Draco laughed, "I know right, my father is a crazy man."

"That's not what I-"

"Anyway once my mother knew my father was going to rejoin the Dark Lord again once he returned, she took me from my father and taught me the right way of things, while my father taught me to hate my mother taught me to love. She protected me from him and his beliefs, the ways of a 'true pureblood' my father would say as he sat me down and prepared me for the rid of muggle born witches and wizards and muggle lovers of the world. But what he did not know was that I was already prepared to fight, and not his beliefs but my mothers."

He paused to study Harry, tilting his head he asked, "are you getting it so far?"

"I don't believe a word you're saying to me right now." Harry said stubbornly.

"God, grow up Potter." Draco groaned and pushed his hair back with his hands.

"Pfft whatever you're the same age as me."

At this, Draco snorted and he slapped his hand over his mouth to keep his laughs at bay. His body shook as he silently laughed.

"What's so funny?" Harry sneered.

"Oh nothing," he said finishing the last of his laughs, "just that I am older then you."

"Yeah like by a month." Harry rolled his eyes, this was getting odd...he still didn't know why Malfoy was here; he didn't finish telling his story, he thought maybe he should just hear him out.

Draco smiled, "more like 4 years difference."

Harry's eyes winded and his stomach did a weird flip, "no you're not."

"Oh but I am, I'm 18, born in 1977." Draco looked full of himself.

"B-but you don't look 18!" Harry exclaimed, looking Malfoy up and down to make sure he still saw 15 year old Malfoy.

"Oh right, forgot about that." Draco took out his wand and glided it down the length of his body and next thing he knew Draco looked four years older, his face had thinned and became more fine and sharper and he was also taller, his biceps also could be seen through the white long sleeve shirt he was wearing.

Harry just started, gaping at him the second time that night.

"Ok Potter this is creepy, stop staring." Draco flushed, shifting uncomfortably on the desk.

Oh god his voice was deeper too.

"H-how I-I b-but w-what? no wait, I don't understand but- hold on- school and- did you — ?"

"Potter Potter Potter, let me explain since you seem to be in too much shock to talk, let me and you just sit and listen, I still want to eat dinner you know, you probably need some too, you're way too skinny, anyway where was I..."

Harry's mind was racing, this had to be some kind of joke, or a dream, yes, he was still at the Dursley's, locked in his room waiting or them to come back, dreaming about Draco Malfoy at age 18 ripped as fuck. Ok Harry shut up, he thought.

Harry didn't really know what else to do, words completely useless know because he couldn't even get out a proper sentence. So he just listened.

"I'm on the good side, to get that out simply but I go undercover when I work with my father and the other death eaters. And of course my father knows none of this. My job is simple, to watch over you, and report back everything I learn and hear back to headquarters."

"I was homeschooled till I was 14, my mom did this on purpose so I could show up at school with you at the same time when you were 11, My mother wanted me to be in the same year as you to look over you, so I performed a transfiguration spell and appeared younger for all those years. Of course I had to keep up the act, so I acted like a brat and hated muggle born witches and wizards and muggle born lovers. Of course I despised this every second."

"I apologized to Granger, she appreciated it. So anyway Dumbledore and the other teachers knew about me, another thing that helped me stay safe at school. Dumbledore taught me all I ever needed to know about important defense skills, Snape taught me potions that could heal anything, McGonagall taught me how to transfigure myself and other things, I learnt this all when I was young so I could use it when the Dark Lord returned, because we all new he would eventually, and I could fight by your side."

"Dumbledore thought that it would be best if I revealed all of this information to you now since you're older and this is my first year in the order."

"I wished to tell you all of this sooner, I always wished to tell you, but it was out of my hands. But now you know, damn, I have been waiting to tell you this forever, it feels good to get it off my chest."

Draco rubbed his face with one of his hands and breathed out deeply.

"I-I don't know what to say, that's a lot to take in." Harry gulped and leaned back on his hands.

"I thought it would be, and I'm sorry for that. But would you at least walk down to dinner with me, you're dreadfully skinny." Draco walked over to where Harry sat and held out his hand to help him up.

"I'm not skinny." Harry growled and slapped his hand out of the way and walked right past Draco slamming the door behind him, it sprang back open though and when it did, the lock had broken.

"You're a strong Potter," Draco said, examining the door that leaned awkwardly, "that's good, I mean I already knew you were strong. You're the strongest person I know actually."

Harry started, looking at Draco as though he were a new species, I mean for all Harry knew he was. He learned in about less then ten minutes that his school enemy was actually 18 and was actually looking after him all these years. What was happening? This is just absurd, absolutely crazy.

"Have you meet Voldemort yet?" Harry found himself saying, he was simply too curious, he waited all summer for any news about Voldemort but got nothing. And after what he just learned about Draco...going undercover...well he was bound to have already met him and at the very least knew something about him and his location, plans, etc...

Draco's head turned sharply around, startled by the question. "No, I have not but I am expecting to be next summer. And if you're wondering if I have any news about him...I haven't got the slightest idea."

"But you're part of the order aren't you not? You're bound to know something, specialty since you're going undercover if I have my facts right and if I don't have brain damage right about now."

"You're right Potter, I do know somethings but I'm pretty sure I would be killed by Mrs. Weasley if I said anything...and besides I am really not supposed to tell you."

"Ah." Harry said, clearly annoyed, "let's go down then."

"Yes, right, of course." Draco agreed and let Harry go first down the stairs. "And I promise you your brain is completely fine, this is real."

"My head is still pounding, this is crazy." Harry said to him as they walked down to the kitchen.

"I know it is and I promise to tell you more later." Draco smiled and opened the kitchen door for him.

Inside sat Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, Bill, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, Ginny, Lupin, Tonks, Mundungus...and Sirius.

"Sirius!" Harry said, Sirius got up from where he was sitting and hugged Harry. "It's good to see you, Harry, have a seat. I bet you have a lot of questions."

"I suppose you told him then?" Hermione then spoke to Draco who was standing next to Harry and Sirius, she was clearly curious of what happened in the other room.

"Yes, I did." Draco responded, fumbling with the cuff of his sleeve, nervous habit Harry thought.

Every head turned to look at Draco and by the looks of it Harry was the only who still seemed to be questioning his own head, because they all smiled at him except Ron and the Twins and Ginny...ok maybe not everyone.

"Harry, you alright?" Ron asked, a worried exasperation on his face.

"Yeah, just a bit of shock, that's all." Harry nervously glanced at Draco then back at Ron.

"A bit?!" Ron strangled, "mate I kept pinching myself all day to make sure I heard him clearly."

Draco rolled his eyes and sat down next to Hermione and Harry sat down next to Ron across from them.

"Well my head is still throbbing." Harry rubbed the top of his head to create the effect that it was actually pounding while Mrs. Weasley put a dish of food in front of him.

"I would assume that's another side effect when you find out the news that Malfoy is 4 years older than us." Ron said, taking a bit of food.

"Here you go Draco dear." Mrs. Weasley said, putting a dish in front of Malfoy.

"Looks good, thank you Mrs. Weasley." Draco said, giving her a smile.

"Please, it's Molly, how many times do I have to tell you this Draco?"

"Right sorry, thank you Molly."

Ron looked like he was going to barf, "I'm never going to get used to this...never."

"Sirius," Harry began, putting down his fork, "is all what Malfoy said to me true? Because I still can't wrap my mind around it."

"You still don't believe me then." Draco chuckled, shaking his head.

Harry turned his head to him sharply, gritting his teeth, "no, not necessarily." He turned back to Sirius.

"It is Harry, all of what he said is true, it is very complicated and there are a lot of things that you don't understand."

Harry's hand gripped his cup of water out of annoyance, "well then tell me what I don't understand, just why exactly is he the one to look- look," Harry struggled, "to look after me?!"

"It's clear to me he didn't do shit over the years when we were at Hogwarts and now he is claiming he was there to look over me?!" He then rounded on lupin, "did you know about this?"

Lupin seemed to struggle with an answer for a moment, Harry looked murderous.

"I did know about Draco, Harry, you need to know he worked with all the teachers, he didn't-"

"Lupin if you don't mind could I explain?" Lupin nodded and Draco then looked at Harry, "look even though I said my job was to look after you, it wasn't like I could actually help you with anything, there was too many people, and things could of been way to suspicious, I did know Mad-eye was Bartemius at the time — "

"What?!" Harry yelled, making everyone jump.

"Potter please let me talk, I was the one who told Dumbledore that Mad-eye was crouch when I did find out it was him- and I only did when I went to visit my father during Christmas break, I overheard him talking and I knew I had to tell Dumbledore immediately so I went back to school. Once I did tell him he wanted to keep everything on the down low and not reveal him yet, he said it would cause complications."

"He knew the whole time- he could of saved Cedric —"

Harry choked out the name and everyone looked at him sadly.

"It just didn't work out like that Harry, and I'm dreadful sorry."

Harry's head shot up, his eyes red, "don't you dare be sorry Malfoy." He growled.

Draco looked up pointedly, "my job was really when The Dark lord would return. And know that he is back, I'm prepared and ready to fight. I was trained for this, I was trained to protect you Harry Potter."

Everyone was completely silent after that. They all looked between Harry and Draco trying to figure out this passing of understanding that went between them. Harry's lips felt dry all of a sudden and he parted them a little in shock. This wasn't supposed to be happening, this was utterly insane, why was he even believing this in the first place? Nothing seemed to add up...but it did. This was something that happened in movies not in real life.

But in the mist and haze of all what Draco was saying he seemed to believe it. But why? Wasn't that always the question: why?

Harry had to pull himself together, he took a very shaky breath and spoke quietly, he felt light headed, "trained? You were trained to protect me?"

"He took the unbreakable vow Potter." Every head turned towards the door, Severus Snape stood there looking right at Harry in a way Harry had never seen Snape look at him before.

"Snape! Shouldn't you be back with my father, he is expecting you." Draco said urgently, standing up from his seat so fast that his chair fell back.

"Sit down, Draco, everything is fine. I came back to make sure Potter was settled. I assumed hearing the news of you would be quite a shock to the young boy." Snape said with that dead, drawling, voice of his.

"I see." Draco said picking his chair back up and sitting down.

"Wait- what's an unbreakable vow?" Harry asked looking around and his eyes landed on Hermione, who looked like she knew exactly what it was because she looked at Draco with watery eyes.

"Draco y-you couldn't have?" Hermione said her mouth opening and closing not seeming to know what else to say. All others in the room seem to know what it was too. Mr and Mrs. Weasly exchanged worried looks, Fred and George whispered things to each other in hushed voices. The other adults either looked at Snape pointedly or the ground.

Draco looked at Harry, and talked to him like he was the only one in the room, "The unbreakable vow is a binding magical contract cast between two people, if broken by one of them, will result in the imminent death. I took the contract with Dumbledore, a promise to keep you safe, always. I took it about a week ago, all the training I went through was to make the contract in the future, it um... left scars." Draco took his left arm, that was the arm he kept fixing his cuff of his sleeve, and he pulled it back to reveal a unique scarring that laced began in the middle of his hand to his forearm.

"You did that... for me?" Harry asked in a small voice, he was dizzy now and everything looked blurry.

"Of course potter... Potter?!"

Harry had fallen out of his chair and his eyes seemed to close then slowly open again, when was the last time he ate? He heard voices all around him, they seemed to fade in and out.

"Oh dear, is he alright Ron?" Mrs. Weasley's voice.

"Yeah, I think so he's..." Ron's voice faded and Harry's eyes closed then opened again, and when they did he saw the face of Draco Malfoy keeling down over him.

"I think he just fainted...I got him..." Harry felt the weight of his body leave the floor. His eyes blinked one last time before they fell close, the last trace of Draco's face fading.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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The 12 Nights of Christmas: Night 12.

[Midtown Shopping Centre, 11:24am, 2 years ago]

Grr! I can’t believe it! Gah!

*Sayaka storms out of the store in a tizz, after failing to grab the last sample of perfume that she’d had her eyes on.

Christmas Eve...It’s a wonderful time, but it’s also a major pain in the neck.

Y-Yeah...I can’t...help but agree...!

Woah! Mukuro! I-I didn’t even realize how many bags you were holding!

Yeah, there’s...a lot...

AH! I’m gonna drop them!

I got it!

*Before Mukuro drops one of the large bags she’s carrying, Sayaka catches it.

Alright, that does it. Hand me at least HALF of those bags.

But I already told you, I-

I know you said that you had it handled, but clearly you don’t! Look, you’re here as my friend, not my servant! Let me do some of the heavy lifting.

Fine...sorry...I apologize for being so incompetant-

*flick!*

Ow!

*Sayaka uses her free hand to give Mukuro a hard flick on the forehead.

Silenzio Bruno! I won’t be tolerating that kind of self-loathing today!

Come on, let’s go get something to eat at the sweets café. You like sweets, don’t you?

I...don’t DISLIKE them. To be honest, I think it would just be best to find somewhere to put down these bags.

Agreed! Come on, let’s go before we get crushed again.

*They start to make their way through the complex, carrying the heavy bags filled with Christmas presents.

By the way, I’m sorry about what happened with the perfume.

It’s alright. To be honest, I wasn’t getting it for me anyway.

Hm...I kind of came to that conclusion. It doesn’t seem like a scent that would suit you...If you’ll forgive my honesty...

You can honest with me~!

But if that’s true, who did you get it for? Sakura perhaps?

Actually...it was for you.

Ah? For me?

You don’t seem like the type to wear perfume but...y’know, I thought you could start?

...Do I smell?

Do you have a nose?

I...ahaha!

Hey! I made you laugh!

That pun was awful...

Sure was. But in all seriousness, no, you don’t smell. But you could definitely smell nicer. If you did, I’m sure you’d be super popular with the guys~

Then it’s a shame I don’t have much of an interest.

Ouch! I can’t tell if it’s warm in here or if you’re spitting very hot fire, miss!

That being said, I would still have graciously accepted it from you, Sayaka. Any gift from you would make me happy.

See? If you used that kind of line, boys would be head over heels for you instantly.

Again. Not. Interested.

Alright, alright. Come on, let’s just go stuff our faces with sweets and forget about all that.

Alright. But you’ll gain weight if you eat too much.

If that happens, you’ll have to help me work it off!

I don’t remember agreeing to that but...alright.

Mmm~Mmmmm!

*Sayaka takes a big bite out of a muffin, and her face squeezes up from the great taste.

This is nice.

Yeah, it really is!

*Mukuro also takes some bites from her sweets. She doesn’t react as extremely as Sayaka, but she still enjoys it.

Thanks for coming out with me today Mukuro. I know you took it upon yourself to take all of these bags, but I can’t even think of what would happen if I had to carry them without you.

It’s ok. I was actually pretty happy to recieve the invitation from you.

Though I admit I was rather surprised when I found out that it would be just the two of us. You’ve never done that before.

Am I to take this as you finally trusting me enough?

Oh, we went past that threshold a long time ago. I just didn’t want to leave anyone else out. Don’t tell me you thought I was asking you out on a date?

Don’t be absurd! I-I was just surprised is all.

Hehe. You’re cute when you blush~

Could you...Not?

Alright, I will. In that case, let me change the topic.

How are you getting along with that young man who recently came into your branch? From what I hear, he’s made quite the impact.

You mean Kuripa Kurafto? The boy with green hair?

That’s the one. What’s your take on him?

I think he’s quite charming.

He’s definitely a little strange, and he’s not the most astute and on-point worker, but he does whatever jobs he’s given well, and his real impact is his social one.

Social?

He likes to solve problems. A lot of which have to do with relationships and life problems.

How did he put it? When I asked him about his behavior he told me “People’s lives are like live concerts. There’s a limited number of tickets for seats that people hand out, but I’m the kind of guy who brings his own chair and sits himself down, and in the end we still have a good time.”

He’s certainly unique.

You can say that again. But as strange and mysterious as he is, he is nice. He got me an early present for my birthday yesterday. He told me he was holding onto it for a while before he found out about our arrangement today.

...

Sayaka?

Mukuro! Is today...your birthday?

Huh? Um...yes?

WHAT!?

GAH!

*Sayaka cries out and a lot of heads turn.

I-I didn’t know Christmas Eve was your birthday! You should’ve told me! I would’ve gotten you another present!

I-I don’t-! I don’t...usually...go around advertising it...

Why not?

Because...Well...It’s Christmas Eve of all days. Everyone’s more focused on getting other presents for their friends and family over me. That’s...how it should be...

Besides, people not knowing is probably a good thing...

Why is that?

Because think about it. December 24th is my birthday...

By extension, it also means that it’s my twin sister’s birthday, and we all know who that is.

Oh...I see...Typical...

I swear, to this day, I think us being born on such a holy joyous day is nature’s cruel joke...In fact, ruining Christmas by having her birthday be on it may as well been a part of Junko’s plan from the start.

Well, if that’s the case, Christmas isn’t all that bad even then.

Why not?

Today may have given us Junko...

But it also gave us you!

But I-

I’m not gonna listen to any sins of the past or other such bilge. What matters to me is the Mukuro Ikusaba I’m sitting at the table with now. Not the one from a few years ago.

Sayaka...

Alright, I’ve decided! We’re all going out to dinner tonight, and whatever you want is on me!

No, no, that’s not necessary! You already saved up money to get everyone Christmas presents today! Don’t spend whatever you have left on me!

But Mukuro...! All you’ve done for your birthday is walk around with me and carry my shopping bags! Are you sure that’s ok?

...Yes. It’s more than fine.

After all, this is the best thing I could ever ask for on my birthday. A new experience.

New experience?

Yes. Spending a day with a girl who genuinely thinks of me as a friend. Gossiping over tea and cake and carrying heavy shopping bags for each other.

I’ve never been able to experience something so “girly” or “normal” before. And...neither is hearing someone say Happy Birthday.

That’s already more than enough.

...

Sorry, but I can’t accept that.

Huh?

Believe me, hearing you say that is great, and I’m glad that you’re happy and humble. But...

I love you very much. More than you think I do. And the same goes for everyone else. You deserve better Mukuro. You always have.

I promise I won’t pay for your meal if you don’t want me to, but in the very least, can we still go out together tonight?

...That...sounds lovely actually.

Great! In which case!

*Sayaka places down a tip, grabs Mukuro’s hand and excitedly runs out of the cafe.

Let’s go! Those plans won’t make themselves!

S-Sayakaaaa!

[Present day]

...

*Sayaka climbs the hill near Hope’s Peak Academy, where the Future Foundation have set up a small graveyard for the great men and women who have died fighting their battle. She walks past several headstones, until finally, she arrives at one that reads “In memory of Mukuro Ikusaba, loving friend and powerful soldier.”

...

*She takes a wreath and places it on top of the headstone.

Happy Birthday Mukuro...And Merry Christmas...

...

I’ve had some time to think...And I’m not angry anymore...

Well, I still kind of am, but I understand that you did what you had to.

I just...wish that you weren’t so bound by your duty, to the point where you willingly gave up your life, when you could have been saved...

But you loved and revered Makoto...So I also get...that...

*She kneels down.

Sorry...I really just don’t know what to say...

???: Maybe you don’t need to say anything.

Huh?

*She hears a voice behind her and turns to see where it came from.

You don’t need a script to say parting words. Just say what comes naturally, and it will be correct.

You’re...?

Oh, sorry...I’m Uchui. Uchui Porosen. A researcher from 15th Branch. I’m here to pay my respects.

I remember you. But...how were you and Mukuro associated?

To be honest...we really weren’t. We’ve never really worked together and we only spoke once or twice...

But...I remembered, something important happened on this day a year ago. It was heavily raining and through certain circumstances, I didn’t have my umbrella.

Ms Ikusaba shared hers with me until I made it to the store. I won’t forget that kindness she showed me.

*Uchui kneels next to Sayaka.

I profusely apologize if I’m interrupting, but...I’d like to know more about what kind of woman she was. If it’s not too much to ask, could you tell me?

...*sniff*

*Sayaka wipes her eyes.

Sure...but where do I start?

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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No way

Ok here I am with something that was requested days ago but I suck whoops. I’m always taking requests, especially since it’s now technically my summer vacation (!) and I’m incredibly bored with nothing to do. This also took me like nine years to figure out the title for it and I was so close to leaving it untitled but I’ve been on a roll lately with them I couldn’t let that end.

Here’s the original request!

_______________________________

Just call him. Worst case he says no, and you bring someone else. You tell your mother that he was busy. She knows he’s a hockey player, he could have practice or games or other commitments that she doesn’t know about. She didn’t know he was your best friend. You have to ask him, though. Why are you nervous.

You dial his number, frantically pacing around your kitchen praying that he answers so you don’t have to call back. “How much do you love me?” you spit into the phone as soon as you hear his voice on the other end.

“What are you going to ask me to do?” You can practically hear him roll his eyes at you, picturing the smile on his face that would also accompany it if this conversation were happening in person.

You stop pacing for a minute, slightly stunned that he’s caught on to your normal tactic. “How do you know I was going to ask you to do something?”

“I have known you for five years and not once have you asked me how much I love you without following it up with a favor.” You think back to all the things you’ve asked him to do in the past; go with you to the concerts that no one else was free to, go out to dinner with you when you needed to get out of the house, he’s even come to some of your presentations for classes when he knew he had practice immediately after. You were slightly annoyed that he figured out your plan.

“Ok, fine, but, you always do the things I ask you to when I start with that, so really, this is your fault.”

“What am I doing?”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Y/N, I need to know what I’m doing before I say yes.” He laughs, knowing he’s going to end up saying yes anyway.

“So remember how I told you that we’re having that big family reunion in like two weeks?”

You hear him take in a breath, letting out a heavy sigh, “Yes.”

“Well. My mom gave me two tickets.”

“Why?”

“So remember -”

“Stop saying so remember and just tell me,” he interrupts.

“So remember how we took that picture together after the game against the Habs and I posted it on Instagram?” you ask him, ignoring his interruption.

“Yes. Why? The longer this takes you the more likely I am to say to no.”

“Ok, my Instagram got connected to my Facebook and my dad saw the picture and showed my mom and she assumed we were dating so she sent me two tickets to the family reunion for, and I quote, ‘me and my boyfriend, Matt.’ I’m sorry,” you say really fast, hoping that he won’t process what you just sad in time to say no.

“What?” he yells. You hear something land with a thud through your speaker, “Ah, fuck. Remind me to clean up my kitchen later.”

“I’m sorry,” you say again. “Please? Please, please, please? Everything is already paid for. Free flight, free food, free everything. You just have to come and pretend that we’re dating for a weekend and then I can tell my family in like a month that we’re just friends because we’re both wicked busy.” At this point, you’re bouncing up and down on your toes out of the nervousness of a negative answer.

He sighs again, “A few things. One, you’re from Chicago, you don’t say wicked. Two, what if I was busy? Three, why didn’t you tell her I wasn’t your boyfriend.”

He sounds annoyed. He’s going to say no. “One, I’ve lived here long enough that I pick up the vernacular, you would do the same thing if you lived in the south or something. Two, she would kill you. Three, she would kill me.”

He stays silent, probably trying to think of ways to kill you himself. “I would not be asking unless I really needed you to come.”

“Oh my god, fine.”

“Matthew Grzelcyk, you do love me!”

“Whatever.”

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“I can’t believe you actually roped me into this,” he groans as you work your way through O’Hare Airport. You two had just landed, trying to find your parents who said they would pick you up.

“Think of it this way. You pretend that we’re dating now, and I will owe you for the next fifty years that we are friends.”

“The fact that you’re assuming we’re still going to be friends after this weekend, let alone in fifty years is absurd.”

You ignore his comment, knowing he’s cranky partially because your mom got you the earliest flight she possibly could, and because he was with you under these circumstances in the first place.

“Y/N!” You hear someone call, snapping your head into the direction of the sound. You see your twin brother running towards you, looking like a child who hadn’t seen his parent in years.

“Hey, Tommy!” You hand your bag to Matt, grabbing your brother in for a hug.

He turns to Matt, “You must be Matthew, she must have some shit on you if she convinced you to come with her.” You had to tell Tommy that this was fake. He would have killed you if you didn’t explain why you all of a sudden had a boyfriend. Your parents didn’t care, but you talk to Tommy every god damn day. No way would it not come up. He and one of your cousins, Julianne, were the only ones who knew.

“She owes me for the next fifty years of our friendship.”

“Let’s just get you home before she does something else,” Tommy says, taking yours and Matthew’s bags, “And I would start acting like a couple before we reach the car, Mom and Dad didn’t want to come in.”

Fuck. When you saw Tommy, you were hoping you could give Matt more of a crash course on the family; your grandparents had eight children, your dad was the youngest. You had 25 first cousins, ten of whom were married, with fourteen first cousins once removed of whatever your cousin’s kids were called. Your family was huge, and you weren’t sure he realized how big it actually was.

“Hope you’re as good an actor as you are hockey player,” you let out, praying this would actually work.

“Trust me. Have I ever let you down before?” He puts his arm around you as you approach the car, kissing your head as Tommy opens the trunk to throw your bags in. You have to admit, something about his act was comforting. It almost felt right. For a minute, it didn’t feel fake.

“My baby is home!” your mother shrieks as soon as you get into the car.

“And you must be Matt.” your dad echos your brother from earlier, reaching from the front seat to shake his hand. “Hurt my daughter and you’re dead.”

“Oh, my God. Dad!” He was always a protective papa bear when it came to your boyfriends, but he’s never threatened them to their face.

“I’m joking!”

“He can’t even kill a spider, let alone your boyfriend.” Tommy, jokes, knowing that if your dad wasn’t driving, he would be smacked upside the head.

The entire car ride is spent with your mother interrogating Matt about his family, your dad pretending he knows more about the Bruins other than the fact that they were your favorite team growing up. You were just hoping they didn’t ask him anything too uncomfortable: the last boyfriend you had was asked about his medical records by someone in your family. It wasn’t your parents, but it’s not like they wouldn’t ask something like that. The best thing you could do was try to keep Matt with you, Tommy, and Julianne for as much time as possible. A weekend with your family would drive anyone insane. A weekend with you, your twin and your brother wouldn’t be the worst in comparison.

“Ok, so, you two, will be staying in Y/N’s old room,” your mom says once you pull up to your childhood home.

“Did you put the air mattress in my room?” you ask, helping Tommy get the bags out of the trunk.

“No, your cousin Danny is using that in the basement. You two can share your bed,” your dad says.

Sharing a bed? Your parents are old fashion, what do they mean you’re sharing a bed with Matt? “Uh, it’s a twin bed, and Matt is kinda big.”

“Well, yes, but, no one else could take Danny in for the weekend, so unless you want to share a bed with your cousin instead of your boyfriend,” your dad starts.

“It’s fine with me, sir, as long as it’s ok with you,” Matt tells your dad. From the short car ride, it seems like your dad actually likes Matt. Who would have thought the boy he threatened as soon as he sat down in the car would be someone he actually likes.

You spend the rest of the night with just your immediate family, thankfully. The reunion was a two-day event that was going to start tomorrow, so you could spend the night quizzing Matt as needed. By the time your parents go to their room, you, Tommy, and Matt just sit in the family room with the TV on in the background. Matt had been asking Tommy the entire time about what you were like growing up; how annoying you were as a sister, the iconic fight you had at the bus stop because he was standing on your shadow, when he pulled your loose tooth out at the shoe store as payback for when you pulled his tooth out with a pair of toy plyers because he asked you to, when you nearly pushed him out the window but instead spilled milk all over the dinner table and the floor.

“So, Y/N never actually told me how you two met.”

“How did we meet?” you ask. It seems like one day he just showed up in your life and then never left.

“You don’t remember?” he asks you as you were shaking your head. “We had dinner in the dining hall, you were friends with what’s his face that was friends with one of the guys and you just came and sat with us. Everyone else left and we spent the rest of the night playing bagel hockey with the knives and I haven’t been able to get rid of you since.”

You think back to your freshman year. Matt was a junior when you were a freshman, but you don’t even remember that day in the dining hall. “I don’t,” you admit.

“It’s something I’ll never forget,” he says, getting up, “I’m going to go start getting ready for bed. I have a feeling that I’m going to need a lot of energy for tomorrow. Goodnight, guys.”

“Night,” you and Tommy say in unison.

As soon as you hear your bedroom door close upstairs, Tommy starts, “You’re sure this is fake? What aren’t you telling me?”

“What do you mean?”

“The last person to act like that around you was your ex.”

“My ex is the human equivalent of the dog shit you started crying over when you stepped in it when we were five.”

“Yes, but before we agreed he was my stepped in dog shit he acted the same way Matt did around you.”

“He’s just one of my best friends.” There was no way Matt would like you. There’s no way you liked Matt. No way.

“If you say so.”

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Your house and yard were filled with the million people that made up your immediate family. The children were running around, your cousins were in the backyard drinking, your dad and his siblings were in the kitchen and living room, while you, Matt, Tommy, Julianne, and two of your other cousins were sitting on the front porch. You were doing everything in your power to stay awake, practically falling asleep on Matt’s shoulder while he kept rubbing your arm and nearly force-feeding you in a poor attempt to try to keep you awake.

You went up to your room right after Tommy said he was sure Matt liked you. With his words ringing through your head and driving you insane, paired with the fact that Matt was sleeping in the bed next to you and at one point was spooning you, you couldn’t fall asleep until 4:30 that morning. Then, at 5:00 on the dot, your mother burst into your room, yelling about how you needed to help get everything ready for when Dad’s family was arriving at 1:00 pm. Except 1:00 pm really meant 2:00 pm or later to your dad’s family, and you had gotten almost everything done the night before. You tried to go back to sleep while Matt was resting peacefully in your bed because your mom insisted your ‘boyfriend’ doesn’t need to help, but she kept thinking of different things for you to do, to go get, to make sure you had enough of.

You were exhausted, long story short. “Babe, do you need coffee?” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes, please,” You share a quick kiss, Matt getting up to find caffeine as your other two cousins start to grill you on your ‘relationship with Matt. Julianne and Tommy stay silent, trying not to start laughing, exchanging looks that are driving you crazy. Julianne probably thinks the same thing Tommy does: they both think there’s more going on between you and Matt besides a fake relationship. You admit, you’ve always loved Matt, but that love was the same love that you had for Tommy or Jules.

Eventually, the two others leave to go find more food, leaving you, Tommy and Jules sitting there while Matt is still nowhere to be found.

“Don’t say it,” you start. You know exactly what Julianne is going to bring up, and her having the same wrong opinion as Tommy was dangerous.

“This relationship is in no way fake.” Julianne shrugs, Tommy shooting you his annoying ‘I told you so’ look.

“It’s fake, I promise.”

“It might be, but, Y/N, you like him and he likes you.”

“Not true.”

“Ok, well. He’s here with our crazy ass family. You look at each other the way Izzy and I look at each other,” Julianne starts, referencing her girlfriend, “That kiss was not something I would do with a fake date. I know what you were like with your dog-shit ex, and it was the same way you are with Matt right now.”

“Could it just be that we’re good at pretending?”

“No one would play pretend with you because you took everything too literally when we were children and you have not changed,” Tommy butts in.

“Shut up. I’m going to go find Matt with my coffee,” you tell them, getting up to leave them with their ridiculous theory. You didn’t like Matt. You couldn’t like Matt.

You finally find him in the kitchen, surrounded by your aunts and uncles. He looked so natural sitting there with your family. He was making everyone laugh with his stories from the locker room, growing up on the Garden ice with his dad working there. The cup of coffee that he was supposed to bring you, still in his hand as your entire family just stares at him in intrigue, his eyes sparkling, his dimple showing as the smile on his face is plastered there that starts to make you melt.

Wait, shit. He couldn’t make you melt. If he made you melt, that means Tommy and Julianne were right. He makes eye contact with you, but you can’t stay there looking at him. You can’t like him. You don’t like him. You practically run to your bedroom, praying he doesn’t get up and follow you until you hear him say, “Excuse me, I need to deliver this coffee to Y/N.”

“Hey, what was that about?” he asks, not even bothering to knock on your door as you pace back and forth. You like him. You fucking like him? How did this happen?

“What do you mean?” you try to play it off like you didn’t just look like a deer in headlights once he looked at you with that dumb cute face. You can’t even look him in the eyes right now. Why did you have to bring him? You could have just brought your friend and told your mother he was busy. You shouldn’t have even brought it up in the first place, because then you wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Did you hear what I just said? Y/N, why are you acting so weird?” You didn’t even notice he had been talking while you were internally freaking out.

“Because I’m sleep deprived and have a crush on you and I don’t know how to act right now!” you spit out, your mouth working faster than your mind. You were stunned that you actually just said that to him. You just told him you had a crush on him? How stupid were you? “This was just a bad idea. I shouldn’t have asked you to come with me in the first place because then I wouldn’t have realized that and Tommy and Julianne wouldn’t have gotten into my head and made me so crazy.”

You look at him. He hasn’t said anything while you’re rambling, his eyebrows still raised in shock over the bomb you just dropped on him. You just ruined your friendship with him. How are the two of you supposed to fly back to Boston and stay friends after this?

“I’m just going to go back to my family and try to not... not cry, I guess?” you say, trying to push past him.

“Y/N,” Matt starts, grabbing your arm trying to keep you from leaving.

“No, it’s-” Before you can finish, his lips find yours, kissing you. Not the kisses that he had been giving you in front of your family. The kind of kiss that would drive you crazy when you were a teenager. The kind of kiss that made you feel like you could travel through to the stars, that you would never come down from the high you were feeling in that moment. You didn’t want it to end, even though you know it would. You could hear your family downstairs start to call everyone in for dessert, Matt pulling away even though it felt like neither of you wanted to. “What?” was all you could let out.

“I might have been a pain when you asked me to come, but you have no idea how excited I was for something like this. You were the girl that I couldn’t get since we met and played bagel hockey all night.”

“This wasn’t fake for you?”

“It was only fake for me because it would be fake for you. It would be pretty pathetic on my end if I thought it was real and you didn’t. It would also be something that would need a restraining order,” he laughs, pulling you closer to him.

“So then, are we pretending still?”

“Nah, we don’t have to. Let’s go get some dessert?” he asks, leading out of your room, your mom still trying to round everyone up.

“Yeah, why not.”

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giogio-gucci-gangstar · 4 years

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The Unwilling Wingman pt 4

this chapter is chaos, but the next will be even better!!!

Josuke had to physically restrain himself from rubbing his hands together maniacally, but he guessed he still looked pretty unhinged walking down the street with his hands stuffed in his pockets grinning wildly. Oh well. Koichi had just given him the best possible idea of how to brainwash Jotaro into loving Rohan. Okay brainwashing his uncle made him feel a little gross , and his plan absolutely did not guarantee love, but it sure as hell was a nearly foolproof way to get Jotaro to ask Rohan on a date.

Koichi had reminded him of that weird guy obsessed with dogs from their psychology class, and he was pretty sure that if that Russian dude could condition dogs into salivating at the ring of a bell, he could condition Jotaro to ask for food at the mention of Rohan’s name.

Josuke just needed to associate food with Rohan, which shouldn't be hard because the man looked like a wilted leaf of lettuce. Obviously he couldn't say that, out loud, because of Heaven’s Door, but he could make the link between Rohan and food in another way. Or specifically an association with Rohan and eating at Tonio’s restaurant so that the next time Jotaro sees Rohan (or more like when Josuke schemes for them to meet up) he asks him to go to Tonio’s. Damn brilliant if Josuke did say so himself.

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“Oh shit ROHAN just texted me.” Josuke had taken Jotaro to Tonio’s six times by now, right after he mentioned Rohan, so now was the perfect time to see if it had worked. He tried not to stare at Jotaro but the stoic man slowly looked up from his notebook and frowned.

“Have you had lunch yet?” So close, Josuke was sitting at the edge of his seat.

“Nope! And man am i STARVING!”

“Wanna go to Tonio’s”

“YES OF COURSE I DO I LOVE THAT PLACE” Jotaro looked over at Josuke skeptically, and pulled down his cap with a soft yare yare.

“Lets go now if you're done acting weird.”

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After another invigorating lunch at Tonio's, Josuke was ready to introduce Rohan into the mix. Enough test runs, hopefully the same reaction held when Jotaro saw Rohan not-so-serendipitously on the street.

A few days later was the make-or-break moment. He had instructed Rohan to accidentally meet with them up at the corner near the park. Josuke, looked around frantically wondering where Rohan could be when he finally caught sight of his atrocious green hair.

“Oi Jotaro is that Rohan over there?” Josuke was doing his best to act cool.

“Maybe.” Replied Jotaro expressionless as ever. Oh shit, Josuke hadn't thought of what would happen if Jotaro was actually embarrassed over standing Rohan up last time… Josuke almost bent over laughing, the idea of Jotaro feeling something as stupidly normal as embarrassment was absurd.

“OI ROHAN HI!” Josuke waved frantically trying to get the mangaka to look over nonchalantly. Of course he didn't, that little green bastard flipped his hair in the sun and sauntered over swaying his hips in an obscene way that made Josuke feel like he was watching something pornograhic in public.

“Oh hello Josuke. And Jotaro, almost didn't see you there.” Rohan flashed a sly smile, god that was disgusting.

“Josuke, is it time for lunch?” Oh god yes it was starting to work.

“Yeah,” Josuke could feel himself getting light headed, being around them both was just too much, “but sorry Im not feeling so great gotta go do homework or take a nap or something…” This was not the previously discussed excuse, which he realized when Rohan threw him a pointed look.

“Alright. Rohan do you have any lunch plans?” That was it the magical moment Rohan had been waiting for, his whole face lit up in an expression of happiness that had absolutely no right being on someone like Rohan.

“I can take a break for an hour or two I suppose.” If Josuke wasn't feeling so physically nauseous from the combined presence of those two he would have slapped that gross little grin right off his face. But Jotaro was there and this was how he was getting paid…

“Want to go to Tonio’s?” Jotaro suggested in that deadpan voice of his, but oh no! He was looking down and away, tugging at his hat.Oh my god that was just too much for Josuke he had to get out of there before his sneaking suspicion that Jotaro was blushing under his hat was confirmed.

“Uh bye guys have fun or whatever gotta go!” He shouted as he scurried away.

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Josuke spent the rest of the afternoon burrowing under his covers trying not to think about how he sold his nephew to a lunatic for the afternoon. Instead he tried to focus on the money he earned and what he would spend it on. Maybe some new shoes, or a new suit!

It was around 7 when the doorbell rang. His mom was working late tonight so he hesitantly opened the door, to see Tonio standing there with a bag.

“Oh what's up Tonio?”

“Rohan wanted me to bring this to you as a ‘thank you’.” Tonio explained. Well, that was actually pretty cool of Rohan Josuke thought. He was also never one to turn down free food.

“Oh also, now I understand why you didn't want Pearl Jam to fix up your food all those other times with Jotaro. Watching him and Rohan heal together was miraculous.” Ok one sec, hold the fuck up. What did he just say?

Josuke stood there dumbfounded for a few moments before he could spit out a soft, “Excuse me?”

“They both had so many of the same issues it was apparent to anyone that they are extremely compatible.” It was starting to come back to Josuke, that odd favor Rohan had asked him in the beginning when he started conditioning Jotaro to associate him with Tonio’s. He had requested that Tonio not use Pearl Jam on Jotaro’s food until he was there.

“What did you do to them Tonio.” Josuke was wheezing. Surely Rohan put Tonio up to this, it was just to make him uncomfortable to make up for being nice and buying him dinner. Right?

“I just gave them what they needed. Turns out it was each other, so romantic dont you think? Finding love in such a classic Italian restaurant such as mine?” Josuke stood there in stunned silence. Which Tonio took as encouragement to continue. In detail.

#unwilling wingman #josuke #jotaro #rohan #josuke higashikata #rohan kishibe #jotaro kujo #jotahan #my nonsense #jjba diu #diu #diamond is unbreakable #tonio #tonio trussardi

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internalsealpanic · 4 years

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I Will be Your Tim Drake for Tonight (3) (Jason Todd/ Reader)

Summary: Preferring to do anything but your physics project, you decide to accepts Tim’s proposal. It’s simple. He does your project, you try to figure out whether Jason Sionis is criminal. Easy, right?

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A/n: This takes place in a world where Jason is adopted by Black Mask. Inspired by Building Interest by Zoeleo.The events and characterization in this story are very heavily based on Zoeleo's Long Term Investment series. It is fantastic and I really highly recommend all of her fics.

a/n: For clarification, Reader does have psychic powers but it only lets her sense people's emotions physically. No mind-reading. Her power is more like an overactive sense of empathy which may force her to dissociate into someone else.

There will be violence and mentions of alcoholism (used as coping mechanism for physical pain) and chronic pain.

As for the additional warning, an animal is harmed but it is barely described. I could not bring myself to actual describe it but the aftermath is described.

I also just converted this from an OC so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Without further a do:

Your stomach drops.

Fuck.

Of course, Damian just had to be the one to pick up.

"Hey baby bro, could you pass the phone to dad?"

"I'm sorry who is this?"

This little shit.

"You're such a kidder! Dami, it's me, Tim. "

“Ah yes, Drake-” You can hear Tim choke in the background. “What do you want?”

“Please Dami just pass the phone to dad, I- I really need to talk to him”

“Very well,”

“Tim?” The voice sounded like Bruce’s but the intonation was all wrong. The voice changer Tim and Babs were working on seems to have made progress.

“Hey dad, I- uh. I might have gotten kidnapped.”

Tim makes another choking noise. “Might have?”

“I was at the party. I think I had around 13 drinks. 13 ! Can you believe it? I felt like a right sailor after that, like the harbor workers, y’know? Anyway, I was taking a smoke-”

“Enough!” The large man roared, snatching the phone from you. “Send us $100 million by tomorrow or your kid’ll be shark bait!” Who says that anymore?

“Of course! Of course! I’ll have the money sometime this evening. Please don’t hurt him.”

Tim, God bless him, does not laugh. Tim’s acting needs some work but he sure does know how to act worried.

The line dies and they tie you back up to the post.

“What the hell?!”

“We have to make sure you don’t just runoff.” The large man says tightening your bonds. Truthfully, you’ve felt far worse. After all, corsets exist. However, this was still a close second.

“Do I look like I could outrun a snail?”

“He’s got a point boss. He looks like he hasn’t even seen the sun in ages.”

This, you decide, is true for Tim. When was the last time he went out before dark? Maybe he got sunlight when he stayed over at Eddie’s place.

The large man grabs Jason by the collar and throws him to his men.

The 3 men kick and curse at him. They mock him and beat him down. They wail on him with their fists, their steel-toed shoes, and sometimes brick. Jason takes it all with a crooked grin and a sharp tongue. You watched in awe. Even on the floor, Jason looked sturdy, ferocious, and indomitable.

"They all break, sweet girl."

Jason is on a tiled floor. No, he should be on concrete. His blood is on the tile. They’re hitting him. They’re hitting him with a bat. No. They aren’t supposed to be holding a bat. They were kicking him but now they’re holding a bat. No, She’s holding a bat. There's supposed to be three of them, three men, but their forms coalesce into her . You can hear his ribs cracking. Next are his legs. His legs are always next. Then his arm. She'll break each bone in his arms and his hands. He’s wheezing. His voice sounds hoarse. His voice is too hoarse. He sounds like he’s been starved and dehydrated for at least a day. They’ve only been here for an hour. That isn’t right. Oh God! Now she had a cleaver in her hands.

No!

He doesn’t need to die. She can’t.

no.

No.

No!

The scene crescendos as the tall, dark, sinewy silhouette towering over Jason raises the butcher's knife above her head.

“Harder, daddy!”

“Son?”

The scene of the kitchen fades and the shit-eating grin on Jason melts into view which shifts from amusement to confusion then back to amusement.

You blink seeing his stupid grin far too clearly.

You let a bark of gut-busting laughter out as you strain against the rope. Your brow pinches with concern but based on the scowls you’re receiving they're more focused on the fact that you were laughing like a mad man.

Jason looks like he’s about to laugh from the absurdity as well when the man in charge picks him up again tossing him into a chair. The other men tie him down binding his wrists and ankles.

"I've had worse." He spits out.

The phone rings again, the dial tone echoing. Jason looks like hell with his face swollen and bruises beginning to bloom on every surface but he still looked like he was 5 seconds from starting a fight.

The large man punches Jason hard in the gut knocking the air out of his lungs as the dial tone cuts off. “Hear that, Sionis? Your little bitch is pretty soft.”

Oh God, are they serious?

“Who is this? Nevermind. You ok there, sweetheart?” Roman Sionis’ ‘concerned’ voice carries over the line.

They are.

“Nothing I can't handle, daddy.” Jason chuckles with the utmost casualness. You, on the other hand, instantly want to disinfect your brain. Thankfully, before your mind could wander somewhere it can't return from, the big man growls into the phone.

“Don't you recognize the voice of the man whose life you've ruined?!”

“You've gotta be more specific than that. I've ruined quite a few lives but I would like to know whose brain I need to put a bullet in.”

“IT'S ME BRUNO HARDIN!”

“Doesn't ring any bells.” Roman deadpans almost sounding completely disinterested. “Sweetheart, you remember anyone like that?”

“Nope,” Jason replies letting the p pop. It seemed like a strange sort of triumph before it all crashes down with another swift punch to the ribs.

You stare at the strange scene torn between amusement and horror.

“Take this seriously!” Bruno roars.

"I'm taking this about as seriously as it deserves."

A part of you thought 'yeah this is ridiculous enough to warrant nonchalance' while the other part wanted to scream. On one hand, even you found his identity anticlimactic. Doesn’t he know just how many small-time businesses Roman has ruined? He’d be lucky to get into the top 50. It’s not like he was running a pretty ethical establishment either. On the other hand, your freaking kid is getting the shit kicked out of him. Emote damn it.

“Jason. Don’t you worry. Daddy’s going to take care of this. Your Uncle D happens to be in town. He’s on his way to pick you up. Love you, baby. See you soon.”

The line dies. Your stomach sinks further somehow. You don’t know if the nausea is due to the fact that the line died, the threat, or the number of times the word ‘daddy’ came up. Who the hell is Uncle D? How is he supposed to help? Your gaze trails to Jason who is now lowering his head to the floor seemingly tired. Maybe that last punch finally drained the fight from him.

“You're all so fucked.” Jason barks out in a fit of laughter. The men around him, jumping from the volume of his voice.

Bruno grabs Jason by the collar and begins to shake him as if the “Shut the fuck up you little bitch! Whoever your Uncle D is he's-”

“Deathstroke”

You feel like someone kicked you in the chest. First of all, Uncle D? Really? You guess that there are worse hills to die on. This was somehow weirder than hearing Faust and her siblings call him pops. Second of all, Fuck. You'd never gotten your asshanded to you by Deathstroke but based on how banged up the Titans looked after fighting him this wasn't gonna be pretty. All you could hope for was that you wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. Although, the image of Deathstroke grudgingly letting a kid call him Uncle D lightens your mood a bit.

Bruno throws Jason on the floor hard enough for his body to bounce. Like Jason earlier, Bruno is radiating murder.

Just run, you thick motherfucker.

You, being the ‘nice’ Wayne kid that you are, try to tell him as much but sadly that was halted by shattering glass. A flurry of black, orange, and metal crash through the glass and cut through the crowd of men.

They fire at him, panic making their faces even paler. They hit him, bullets sinking into his flesh, blood splatters but none of it fazes him. He skewers and cuts them down with ease. His swords and suit are liberally decorated with their blood when it’s all done.

He steps over Bruno’s body. From the grunt that comes out, Bruno is still alive. Dumb bastard doesn’t know how to play dead. He’ll die from blood loss anyway.

“Hey, kid-” Deathstroke greets tersely, picking up Jason’s nearly limp body. “We’re gonna get you home.” He slings Jason’s arm over his shoulder.

“Wait!”

Deathstroke stops sounding slightly annoyed.

Jason turns to you, who’s still unhappily tied to a post. “We gotta get him out.” He rasps.

“Kid, you’re the only one I’m getting paid to rescue.” Deathstroke helpfully informs as he carefully adjusts his hold on the struggling young man. You blow out a breath somehow more irritable than scared. “Just cut me out. I can make my way back just fine.”

“Walk in Gotham, are you stupid?” Jason hisses. The concern bleeding through.

“Which one of us charged at their captors while they were armed?”

Jason scowls at you with a petulant twist in his lips. “Yanno what, Leave ‘im.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry and yeah I’ll be fine. I know where to avoid. Just please don’t leave me with them” you plead, throwing away any pride you held as you glance at the most likely dead bodies. Deathstroke cuts you out. Your skin feels raw but you’re otherwise unharmed.

You walk out of the warehouse and Dick practically throws himself at you. “Oh thank god, they didn’t shoot you in the head.” He mumbles into your wig.

"Why would you think they would shoot me in the head?"

Dick pulls back and frowns at you through the domino mask. “You aren’t exactly the most pleasant-”

“ We were model hostages.” you squawk.

Jason snorts far too loudly to be helpful.

You glare at him but you weren’t about to say fuck off to him while he has one of the world’s deadliest assassins right next to him.

Deathstroke coughs. “Well if you don’t mind we’ll be taking our leave.”

Dick holding you protectively, glares but says nothing. Maybe he does but you faint before you can hear it.

A/n: Thanks for reading!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x oc #dick grayson #damian wayne #deathstroke #nightwing #slade wilson #roman sionis #black mask #batfamily x reader #batfam #false face au #crime au #my writing #dc fanfiction #dc comics

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hwas-housewife · 4 years

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Okay you're closing the game tomorrow and I can't lose this chance to request for sannie kdnwhdnsns so San + prompt 24 + au prompt 21 + and you can choose how it goes, I'm sure you'll make a PIECE OF ART love ya beautiful 🥺

Prompt: “Stay the night. Please.” + Best Friend AU

Word count: ~2k

Genre: Fluff + angst

Warnings: undertones of a toxic relationship

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A/N: ok wow this ended up sadder than I was originally going for so I am so sorry. I tried to bring it back to being okay by the end but I really don’t know how much I actually like the results, so I hope you like it still!

(also sorry it’s been so long since I put anything out)

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Your phone vibrated as the violent ringtone of your best friend screaming pierced the air. You can fully blame San for recording and changing it in the first place. However, you keeping it the clip of him screaming bloody murder into a mic was entirely your fault.

Reading the caller ID, you sighed as your boyfriend’s name was spelled out in big letters.

“Don’t tell me it’s that prick you call your boyfriend,” San’s insult didn’t even phase you. They never had gotten along quite well. And you were sure that him calling–again–was getting on San’s nerves the longer the phone was screaming.

“It’ll only be a minute, Sannie. I promise,” you apologetically looked at him and grabbed your phone, heading for the outside of your best friend’s room.

You were sure San mumbled out some more profanities while he paused the movie and you finished closing the door. Standing in the dark hallway, you took one more breath before pressing your thumb to the ‘answer’ button.

“Why haven’t you been answering my texts? God, I was so worried for you,” your boyfriend almost sounded sincere over the phone.

“I’m watching a movie. I told you it was best friend night,” your voice sounded weaker than you intended, “like every Thursday night,” the whisper left your lips with immediate regret.

“Oh, how could I forget. Thursday night. Of course! It’s not like you spend every single day with him anyway. Yet you can’t spare your boyfriend a text back when he’s concerned for you,” the sarcasm in his words hurt more than a boyfriend’s words should.

“I wasn’t looking at my phone, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? An apology is all I get for the panic I’ve been feeling for the past hour. He could’ve tried something on you within that time and I would have no idea. Do you even know what’s been going through my head? You can be so oblivious sometimes.”

You hated it when he gets like this. He has always disproved of your friendship with San since day one. You just figured that a year and a half into the relationship that he wouldn’t be so reluctant to let you hang out with San.

“I’ve told you before, we’ve been bes–,” he cut you off before you could even finish.

“Best friends since first grade, so he would never try anything on me. You say that every time and yet I know what he’s actually like. The second he gets you far enough away from me, he’s going to take advantage of you. Just watch,” his voice was loud and aggressive and it was starting to freak you out. But you weren’t going to let him insult your best friend right in front of you.

“San would never do that. He’s a good person. How dare you accuse him of something so vile,” you spit the words out, venom in your voice. You were glad neither of the men could see you right now. Your hand holding the phone to your ear was shaking and tears threatened to spill out your eyes.

“Or is that something you’re hoping to happen? Is that why you get so defensive? Oh, I bet it is. You probably already are doing that. That’s why you haven’t been answering me. You were too busy with your hands,” he takes a pause, waiting to see if you’re going to build off his anger.

However, you were still, frozen in shock. Your boyfriend just accused you of cheating on him with your childhood best friend. You. San. Cheating? You almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“What? No words? I guess that’s what happens when you get called out. I just can’t believe it took me this long to figure out. I mean, I’ve always had my suspicions but I thought you were too much of a goody-two-shoes to actually do it. I guess the guys were right, girls like you look innocent and cute but are actually just a hoe looking for her next plaything.”

Tears now streamed down your face. The false accusations stung. They hurt worse than any other harmful words he’s thrown your way. He was upfront, but never this rude to you.

You wiped your eyes, mustering up the courage to say what you needed to get out.

“I think we need a break,” your voice cracked, giving away your current state.

He stopped his ramblings when he heard your words. You could only hear his angered, labored breathing on the other end of the phone.

“And for the record, I’ve never cheated on you.”

You clicked the end call button on your phone as tears fell from your eyes.

Giving yourself a second to register what just happened, you let out a shaky breath. The tears morphed into sobs as you stood in the dark hallway. All you wanted was for your best friend to shush you and tell you it will be okay.

With that realization, you faced the door and slowly turned the knob. San laid on your bed, scrolling through some social media on his phone as he waited for your return. Upon hearing the knob turn, he looked towards you with a smile on his face, ready to show you some stupid video he just saw.

But once he saw your red and already-puffing eyes, the smile vanished and was overtaken with a look of concern. He sat up, moving the bedding over to help you get under some blankets.

You slowly made your way to him, letting out hiccups and sobs. Finally, you sat down on the bed, pulling your legs up to your chest and looking into your best friend’s dark eyes.

His dark blue–almost black–hair covered part of his eyes as he grabbed both your shoulders gently, “What happened?”

“I guess I just broke up with him,” you gave him a teary smile, but it quickly faded as the reality of the situation kept returning.

San’s hands made their way around you until his muscular arms engulfed you. He brought your body to his, forcing your head to rest against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” were the only words he muttered as he caressed your hair, trying to hush your tears.

You sobbed for what you think was the greater part of an hour before you were starting to relax. You still sat, cuddled into your best friend as he rubbed circles into your arms, sides, wherever he could to try to calm your aching heart.

Somewhere in the midst of the tears, he coaxed the two of you into a lying position. So now, your head rested on his chest as he looked up at your bedroom ceiling speckled with glow-in-the-dark stars. They had lost their glow years ago, but the memories of you and San putting them up and pretending they were the night sky still felt fresh in his memory.

“Sannie,” your voice was hoarse as you called him. He hummed for you to continue, “Stay the night. Please.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he stayed the night at your place. You’ve known each other for more than twelve years now, and sleepovers were mandatory best friend activities in your younger teen days. But this was different. You needed him right now, more than the time you embarrassed yourself in front of the entire junior-year class during high school. And he knew that you needed him.

“I wasn’t going to leave unless you were pushing me out the door anyway. I want to be here for you,” San’s words made your heartache more than it already was, and it brought tears to your eyes.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, squeezing him to you, “Thank you. You really are the bestest best friend.”

You looked up at him, a small smile on your face. His hand came down to brush some hair behind your ear, a gentle smirk on his face.

“But he really was a prick. You deserve someone better than him. So don’t let some singular brain celled human upset you this much. You’ll be able to find someone who will love you more than he ever did and they’ll make you happier than you could hope for. And that’s a promise,” San’s words were gentle but firm. They left no room for you to doubt what he said.

He was always like this. Exuding confidence. You suppose that’s one of the things you’ve loved about him since you first met. It didn’t matter if he was giving you confidence for the test coming up or standing up to some bully who pulled your hair. San was always there to reassure you that things were going to be okay. He would pick you back up and on to your feet while taking care of your injuries all in one fellow swoop.

You snuggled further into his chest, giving him a squeeze of affection.

“I know,” you mumbled into his chest.

San continued to look at the stars, his signature smile sat atop his face.

“Remember when we put these up?” it was a question, but it felt almost rhetorical.

You turned your body so that you were laid on your back next to San, looking up at the stars as well. A smile graced your face as you reminisced with him.

“When was it, third grade?” you asked back.

His smile grew in recollection. San moved his arms to behind his head, letting the moments pass in silence before he finally responded to you.

“After that astronomy unit, you were so obsessed with space that your parents bought you these so you would stop complaining about never getting to go stargazing. And of course, you forced me to help you put them up the following day after school.”

You laughed at your younger self’s persistence.

“I would apologize but it was a lot of fun. And after we put them up we shut off the lights to see if they worked. I think we laid there for hours until your mom came to pick you up,” you could feel your ex-boyfriend fading farther from your mind the more you talked about the memory.

“And then I was mad at you after that because my arms were so sore from reaching for the ceiling that I couldn’t play volleyball the next day,” you were both laughing at his anger towards you.

You turned your body towards his so that you could look at his face.

“Forgive me?” your voice was soft and your lips turned into a pout.

San looked down at you, reaching forward until his hand rested on your face.

“You know I can’t resist when you give me puppy dog eyes. Although I was quite devastated,” his smirk gave way that he was teasing you.

“Well,” you dragged out the word, “I can make it up to you tonight by bringing some old movies and making you popcorn?” You offered him a truce that you knew wasn’t necessary. But in your own weird way was a thank you to him for being such a good friend to you for all these years.

“Can we also have chocolates,” his eyes were hopeful.

“We can’t forget the chocolates,” you cheekily looked up at your best friend.

He sat up enthusiastically, “Then what are we still doing here? Go make the popcorn and by the time you’re back I’ll have a list of movies ready for us,” he said determinedly.

You sat up, returning his enthusiasm as you made your way out of your room.

“You better have at least one Disney princess movie on there or it’ll be your butt on the floor tonight,” you called out to him as you were making your way down the stairs and to the kitchen.

#im so sorry #its sad??#and like i wanted it to be cuter #but lowkey san and reader def like each other #but reader hasnt realized yet #but san been known for a while #san #ateez #ateez san #svt mangos writing #svt mangos asks #littlerainpoet #choi san #ateez fanfiction #kpop #ateez fanfic #fanfiction #kpop fanfiction

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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Gurl if you got more ideas for them please dish! Lol that's my request, just more of that, whatever your ideas are for them lol

(A/N): Hello sweetie!

I know that I have already started a story about those two, but hey… I literally wrote this supernatural AU (although I don’t know if this could be properly called AU, since Roman is already a supernatural being) a few months ago and it was supposed to be about an OC insert (so if you see Heco, sorry it’s reader) and it was supposed to be actually MichaelxReaderXIvar… but I feel like Roman is just more fitting, so…

I really hope that you’ll enjoy it and if you like this verse please let me know because I literally finished the first chapter of the other fanfic I was working on so I will be working on the smutty continue of this…

Thank you, again for your support lovelY!

(Also I am tagging @walkxthexmoon, since she expressed her love for it, if you want to be tagged into something else… let me know!).

Also, since it is implied but not explained: Ivar is a werewolf, whereas Roman is a vampire (actually a “upir” but both Ivar and Reader tease him calling him “vampire” so I am here doing the same thing!).

WARNINGS: Bad Friends (I literally have to say that each time I am wirting about shitty friends I am like “No, my friends are not like this”, and then they make something… and I am like “this is karma for being assholes), Bitchy Reader, Heavy Flirting and Mentions of Sex and Threesomes.

She couldn’t help but feel a bit betrayed when her friends had sent her into that demonic village, as a birthday gift.

She was almost wondering if they hated her that much

(Was it the fact that she was more successful than them, or the fact that she was the only single one of the group, ruining with her mere presence the life of all its components…).

Because there was no way that journey was a vacation, it was absolutely a punishment of some kind, starting from the fact that her freaking car had stopped working an hour before arriving to the hotel, on a full bus, with her heavy luggage.

She was supposed to spend a weekend as a single lady with her newly broken-up best friend, except…

Except her ex-boyfriend appeared a few days ago, proposing to her and basically blowing off her plans.

If you could call “plans” something which had been thrown on your way.

She still regretted all the books she might have received, instead of being sent in this shithole.

She didn’t mean to judge a book from the cover, or better by the shitty phone reception, and the shitty appearance of the hotel where she was staying for two nights and three days and the shitty shops.

She hoped she might find some kind of bookshop… because that’s where she hoped to spend the days… although there were a lot of bar and liquor shops, maybe people liked to get drunk enough to forget about this shithole.

No, she wouldn’t be judging, not even as it started raining just when she stepped off the bus and reached hurryingly the hotel, almost slamming herself on the closed door, that thank God gave out under a little pressure, allowing her inside and in the warmth of the hall, for which she was thankful.

She spent a few minutes trying to recollect herself and thanking whatever make-up goddess, she hadn’t worn any, alongside collecting from her bag the vacation’s document and her wallet.

She approached the receptionist, a man, bigger than her of a few good inches, and turned around fixing some documents, till she coughed, more because of the cold she had been in than anything else, gaining his attention, or better a very pissed glare.

She almost though about fleeing the scene and checking the buses station, but the glare dissipated as soon as he took her in: she was sure she looked a mess enough to pray for his pity.

-Well… it is raining outside, isn’t it? – he mused almost shyly, immediately leaning on the table of the reception hall, almost as if to be closer to her, making her squeak lightly and in response her social anxiety kicked in, making her shove her folder with the payments and bookings in his face.

He smiled, with his shining blue eyes, taking (very gently for a man of his stature) the documents and setting down his eyes on them, and she almost whined to be robbed of those two spots of ocean, but she tried again just to readjust her appearance, wanting to seem calm and at ease, although she hated doing anything that remotely made her have contact with strangers.

-(Y/N) (L/N)? – he asked and she had to stop herself from saluting him as a freaking soldier, but the voice raspy and rough made him seem like someone who wanted everyone to stand at attention when he spoke to them, so she tried her best, although staring right into the ocean was a bit scary -… but I don’t see any Annie Howin, are you waiting for her? -.

Here came the hard part: explaining her friend had balled out of this “magical adventure” and if she could use a single room, instead of a double…

-… nope…- she almost wanted to slap herself for the childish expression, but the guy looked at her wolfish, clearly amused by the way she had rolled the word, which made her blush (wasn’t it too warm here? Or was she just burning from embarrassment?) -… you see… we were supposed to spend a weekend as singles…-

-You are,,, single?- he seemed almost surprised by the way she said it, but she tried not to mind the comment too much, spitting out the discourse she had rehearsed for two days.

-… but her ex-boyfriend came back in town and… he proposed…-

-… and she accepted? – he commented as if they were in some kind of cheap telenovela, bringing a smile on her lips, while his own mimicked it in a smirk, a very sensual smirk (part of her thought it was the one lovers offered when they were teasing the other, as if humoring them but also trying to get them out of the shyness shell).

-Yep- again the childish expression and again the wolf-like smirk, which honesty made her wonder if his teeth were freaking sharp or it was just an impression -… and after he cheated on her… the dude kind of sucks…-

-Well, he must have other talents- the innuendos made her start out a laugh, mostly because of the absurdity of the situation: shy little (Y/N) gossiping with a gorgeous receptionist, who seemed into her.

(Key-word: “seemed”, she was pretty sure he was just flirty by nature, with those good looks and arms that could carry her everywhere, no she wasn’t totally imagining herself clinging at them, meanwhile he whispered naughty things, before dropping her to their shared bed…).

-I don’t know, I wasn’t the one he cheated her with…- and then she went back to the straight discourse, gaining a little laugh from the receptionist -… so she is not coming… and I am all by myself…-.

She didn’t meant to appear that pathetic, but it must have seemed that way to the guy, who rose his head, as if his ears could stand at attention as a well-trained dog, before giving her a sultry look and in that moment she remembered how stuck to her body her clothing was, nothing too transparent but… she was definitely vulnerable and that guy was checking her out as a piece of meat.

But not in the “sexual harassment” way, the “I really want you in my bed” way, and she was sure she was just mistaking the signs.

She was not ugly, but not a boy magnet: she just eased the “feminist who won’t put up with your shit” attitude, and it didn’t help to have social anxiety and shyness.

-So, you are all alone in a wedding suite… that’s honestly sad…- he mumbled but he didn’t seem sad for her, he was still leaning, and although his head was at the same level of her cleavage he was being a gentleman and still staring at her eyes.

-Yep, that’s why I would like to change it to a single: wedding suite is definitely too big for me…-.

-Sorry, lovely- she almost jumped at the nickname but he just smiled at her sweetly, letting the flirty persona behind -… we can’t change, but I am sure you will find the wedding suite to your liking, it is one of our best-.

Oh, just her luck.

She must have shown her disgust on her face (not a difficult thing, since she couldn’t hide anything) because he smiled apologetically to her:

-I swear it is a lot better than it looks, and we have warm water-

-But no wi-fi- she mumbled sadly at the sign on the window.

He scratched his head nervously, nodding.

-That sucks absolutely, but you can find an amazing wi-fi connection at “Shiny Moon”, it’s a bar near here, if you want, I can accompany you later-.

She seriously was flattered by the offer, but she didn’t know this guy and although he had been a gentleman (still sending her a few glance that made her feel hot and bothered, but maybe she was imagining them) she didn’t want trouble, mostly with hunks.

-Thank you, but I am sure I will find it, also I wouldn’t want to disrupt your work- she tried to push the “don’t want to bother you” excuse and he clearly didn’t believe it, but nodded as if he was used to that rejection and she thought for a moment to tell him, that maybe he…

But a beautiful blond-haired woman appeared catching the receptionist’s attention.

-Ivar! – she shouted, the name probably written on the little thing on the man’s tight t-shirt, which she couldn’t read because her glasses were a mess.

Ivar didn’t seem happy to be called and (Y/N) honestly didn’t get why: the woman looked like she came straight from a Swedish version of “Sports Illustrated”, definitely a model, who had unluckily chosen a shitty hotel.

-The water in my room isn’t working- she didn’t acknowledge (Y/N) as soon as she stepped near the receptionist table, locking eyes with Ivar, who turned his head down, avoiding categorically her gaze, but grunting a “ok” -… it needs to be fixated immediately, so come to my room-.

The last part of the quote seemed a clear invitation and it was what made Ivar snap, turning around abruptly and sending a glare at the woman, before recognizing her presence and softening his grim grin.

She didn’t know why, probably for empathy, but she smiled straight back at her, before coughing to make the rude model acknowledge her presence and whisper, trying to appear sultry.

-Ivar was minding my case, give him five minutes and he will solve your problem…- she wanted to add “your attitude problem” but she didn’t dare, already having said much more than the model expected, from her smiling face which sent her way a venomously sweet smile, nodding.

She didn’t answer to her, just turning to Ivar again and mumbling in a languid voice.

-Be swift, I don’t think it can wait much longer-.

Ivar just nodded, eyes fixed on the desk, and raising just when (Y/N) whispered a “she is gone”.

-She is a…- he tried to mumble, clearly numbing his rage to her benefit, meanwhile she shot him a compassionate look.

-Some people should just get a kick in their beautifully shaped butt- she mumbled and laughed honestly, as if releasing all the tension, something which was truly heartwarming for her, and made her smile to him as genuinely as she could do.

-I mean I would, but I am scared it would get just stuck there…- he made her laugh brightly and for a moment she thought about how embarrassing she must have sounded: nobody liked her voice or her laugh, too high-pitched, childish and definitely creepy but he looked at her as if she had just told him she was the freaking Virgin Mary, before turning around and catching a key.

-I am supposed to photocopy your document, but since you seem pretty cold and have dealt with an assholish receptionist, I’d say you can go to your room and warm up, it should be done by now- he put the key in her hands, reaching out for the physical contact.

He could have thrown them at her, made them dangle in front of her, but he straight up waited for her to offer her hands, gently putting the keys into them, covering them with his: that freaking contact was not accidental.

But she enjoyed the warmness of his hands, smiling thankfully at him, before trying to take everything in her hands.

And just when she was going for the elevator, she felt herself being called out.

-I know you might already know, because Fredys gave it out, but I am Ivar-.

She got into the elevator and she faced him smiling brightly before offering her hands as if she could grip his.

-I am (Y/N), but I think the documents gave it away-

-… unless they are fake, (Y/N) a pretty common name…- he made her laugh so easily she forgot to push the button, thankfully somebody else called the elevator and she made it in time just to smile at him and start her phrase.

-Strangest…-

-… parents- she mumbled meanwhile she reached her number, forty-eight, she low key liked it and the place looked much nicer inside, the old style that made everything seem “vintage” although it was a step from destroying itself, which might happen with her luck.

The key actually worked and she slipped swiftly inside the room, smiling at the clean smell and the warmth of it: a shower and a change of clothes would do her good, but firstly she moved around the room to check everything was alright and was surprised to find out how luxurious it actually looked, with even a bathtub, with hydromassage and a long plump bed where you could roll around in silk sheets.

The architecture was old and there was the much hated and anti-hygienic moquette, alongside with a horrible fantasy on it but everything looked in a classy way, much better than the motel she expected to find and much more than for what she had paid for her.

The place didn’t cost too much, according to her last research but it looked like it was worth every penny, if you ignored the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere with no wi-fi.

It was perfect if you looked for the perfect place for a “Shining” replica.

She tried to focus on positive thoughts, such as the fact that she shower water was immediately warm and she was happy to sing a little meanwhile relaxing her tights muscles from carrying her luggage every freaking where.

She then blow-dried her hair with the hair-drier that was there working perfectly, meanwhile slipping in a more comfortable attire: she had mostly short dresses, since she thought she would be out partying, a few sweater and her beloved high-waisted skinny jeans but she had managed to slip some ugly leggings and an old ruined university sweater.

It was barely three p.m. but she was tired for the long journey, which should have been a very short one, but the breaking of her car didn’t help (she had thought for a moment it was a sign that she should have just gone back home); she had had to deal with the police, coming to help her.

She had thought that maybe luck would be on her side, when she saw the bus coming on her way.

Unluckily the freaking bus journey sucked, so… she was tired AF and the cheap reality show she had chosen didn’t help and she ended up falling asleep on the plush bed, mumbling something about how bitchy bridesmaids could be…

She woke up because something on her head was vibrating and scared her into thinking about a possible earthquake, but it was just her phone.

It was Annie, from whom she had missed five calls and thousands of messages.

But she was so tired, that she actually thought about not answering her back and going back to Tom Hardy’s muscled arms.

(She had dreamt for a minute about the reception boy… Ivar… but it low key felt wrong; he wouldn’t definitely be involved into the situation she was dreaming, alongside the fact that it would be low key disgraceful to see him and blush after what she had seen in her dream).

-Hey Annie… I was sleeping- she even yawned, trying to tell her friend to make it quick.

They had never really been best-friends, forever competitors in everything and at the social level it seemed Annie was winning.

-Thank God you answered! I was getting worried…- she mumbled, clearly chewing her lips, she was also probably staring at her elegant diamond ring, part of (Y/N) wanted to tell her it was as small as her boyfriend’s dick, or so the rumors said, but she had stopped herself from doing anything, she had just “awed” stupidly alongside her other friends, when Annie had shown it to them (the ring, not her boyfriend’s dick)-… did you arrive? -.

-Yeah- and she watched her watch, apparently it was late enough that she might have missed her dinner, because of her little nap and outside it was pretty dark.

She put her friend on speaker, trying to put on a decent outfit, nothing too much to go to the “Shiny Moon”, which she highly hoped wasn’t some kind of exclusive club or a strip-club, because she had no intention to stick her tired body in a skirt, so she ended up in her comfortable jeans and an even more comfortable sweater.

-… so I am still sorry, but I felt like me and Gerry had to have our space and time, after the proposal… did I tell you he took me out to the “Sinatra”…- the most expensive place in their hometown, Heco remembered how it was something Annie always wished to do, and she was low key happy her friend could cross that off the list.

-Oh, it’s beautiful! – she commented, grabbing in her hand the sheer lace of her mini-black dress, the sexiest dress she owned and definitely the one she used to go out to clubs, but she immediately put outfit down, not feeling confident enough for that look -Hope you two had fun! -.

-I hope you will, too, (Y/N), is the room nice? -she asked, quitting the chipping about everything else.

-Oh, yeah, I have a jacuzzi- she heard her friend “owww” and mumble “maybe I should have come” -… and I am going out to get wi-fi, that’s why I haven’t been answering your messages because my 3G is not working so well…-.

-Yeah, I can’t hear you well…- mumbled Annie, but this didn’t discourage her from keeping up the conversation meanwhile (Y/N) adjusted her head in a high ponytail -… so I was thinking about the maid of honor: my sister or my cousin? -.

She low key didn’t expect to be the maid of honor, but not even being considered?

They hadn’t been best friends but (Y/N) had tried to play the part, remembering her friend’s birthday and gifting her lavish gifts, consoling her when asshole Gerry had left her and helping her build her confidence.

Annie had always left (Y/N) behind, after she was alright, and (Y/N) had been ok with that, she had stopped expecting people to do something for her, but still, it stung…

And to avoid confrontation, she started making horrible sounds and stumbling on her words as if she was seriously having a shitty phone reception, hearing Annie trying to scream and give up in the end, telling her to call her when the phone reception would get better.

She threw the phone on the bed, huffing and breathing heavily before adjusting elegantly her appearance and attempt to go out.

She stalked the reception hall and found a woman instead of Ivar: a beautiful blonde woman who seriously made her wonder if everyone there was a model.

She chatted a bit, asking for directions for the “Shiny Moon”, meanwhile the woman photocopied her ID, but clearly as disinterested as Ivar had been flirty.

She thanked the woman and adjusting her light coat she moved outside.

It was November and it was definitely cold but not as cold as in some other states: the sweater and the coat kept her warm for the ten-minutes-journey to the “Shiny Moon” a dark and grimy place.

Still from the window she saw that there were many people dressed just like her, just with their computers or chatting up.

She entered and although the main colors of the club were golden and black, in a very tacky assemble that mixed a sex-club with a diner, the atmosphere was peaceful, alongside almost empty.

She sat at the bar stool, immediately making eye contact with a pretty girl of her age.

-Hi, welcome to the “Shiny Moon”! What can I get you? – her voice was emotionless although she showed off a smart smirk.

-Whatever can get me the wi-fi password?- she asked, trying to get straight to the point and gaining a sincere smile from the girl, who took a little piece of paper and offered it to her, before asking if that was all.

-Can I get a menu if I am not too late for dinner? – she asked, feeling her stomach grumble miserably, since she had avoided lunch.

-You are lucky, the kitchen is open for another hour and in the meanwhile can I bring you some kind of drink? – she said, putting out a white notebook and offering a plastic menu.

-Oh…- she didn’t know what to say -… coca cola? -.

-With rum? – added the girl, smiling at her teasingly and making her blush.

-No, no alcohol- she liked alcohol, but only when she knew she would make a fool of himself between people who did know her, not a strange grimy place, where she knew nobody, although if they looked all like models she could make an exception -… I need to go back on my own, so…-.

-If you can wait till my turn is over, I can accompany you- offered the girl she had just met and this brightened (Y/N)’s heart, but also she didn’t understand why a stranger might offer her help, after a few minutes of knowing.

-Oh, no I don’t want to bother you- she mumbled, using again the excuse she loved, since she constantly felt like a bother for everyone, even strangers she just met in a bar.

-Oh no bother, sweetie- the girl cheered sweetly -Us girls must stick together-.

And she sent a wink her way, worsening her blush, but she was immediately distracted by a blonde ghost appearing beside her.

-What have I said about talking with clients, Destiny? We have a full night.. we have no time to…- and then she met the ghost bluish-green eyes -… well I think I can make a little time for you, doll-.

Ivar adjusted the hydraulic tools back again on their shelf, fixing his appearance.

He had managed to avoid Fredys’ advances this time, although he hadn’t minded the flirty attitude of the new guest.

It wasn’t a typically flirty, more like he was the one doing all the flirty parts and she was just batting her long eyelashes, smiling shyly and worst of all: her freaking hips…

They looked like a freaking goddess’ hips, large and he wanted to see them in his hands, meanwhile he pushed them down on the bed, reassuring her with kisses on them.

Shit, the little girlie had done just a few steps in his direction and he wanted to bed her already, something he couldn’t do, but still nothing made him avoid the pleasure of making her blush and maybe if he played his cards right he would get to feel those hips.

He had a serious problem, worse than Hvitserk and food.

Talking about Hvitserk, he was coming up the stairs just when Ivar was going down on them, swiftly.

-Oh, hello there! – saluted him cheerily his brother, meanwhile he stopped alongside Ivar -Going out? -.

-Yep, I am going out for a few shots at the “Shiny Mood”, want to come? – he proposed.

-Sadly not, me and Ubbe have clan thing to do, but maybe I can join you later…- he knew he had lost the faith of his brothers and it hurt every time they reminded him of that but he tried to rein in his anger.

-Ok, have fun at the clan meeting- he tried not to sound bitter, but he knew he had failed when Hvitserk failed to keep his own straight face.

-You know we would absolutely love for you to be here with us, but… the clan is still not trusting you…- and he patted on his younger brother’s back -… you’ll be back soon-.

-I hope- he mumbled closing the conversation, and moving down the stairs, meanwhile his brother stuck there, but got a last look from Ivar -Oh… and we have a new guest, room forty-eight, she is mine, don’t try anything funny-.

If with Ivar, the flirting was strangely comical and harmless, with the green-eyed bartender she felt dangerously exposed even in her turtleneck and her full fitting jeans.

-Just cola, so, beautiful? – she just nodded, avoiding the bartender’s gaze.

Men weren’t usually that blunt with her and not having the control made her feel definitely vulnerable.

-… Destiny you can go to deal with other clients, I got this one- he ordered to the gentle girl and (Y/N) shot her a glance as if to ask her not to leave her with the hot bartender.

But the girl just sent her a sorry glance, before moving off to the other clients.

-You are new in town- it wasn’t a question, but she still nodded again, just to feel a hand under her chin, gently raising it up so that her ink eyes could meet the bluish and greenish of the bartender, who sweetly stare into her making her feel as if she was showing him her soul.

And she was thankful he liked what he saw.

-Much better, doll, look at me in the face while we speak, you have pretty eyes and even a prettier mouth-.

-I have never been told that- she mumbled but kept her eyes up.

-Oh, what a shame- he replied, moving his hand, which was still resting on her chin, to her hair, caressing her as if she was some kind of dog, something which made her roll her eyes but also lean into the touch -… women like you need to be cherished each day-.

-Aren’t you the flatterer…- she mumbled and he laughed sensually, dropping his head and turning around, thing that made her almost drop a whine, being robbed of the beauty, but he came back immediately, with her drink, and exactly like Ivar, he handed it to her with extreme physical contact, thing that made her almost wink at him.

-Just the truth, lovely mystery lady- he replied, before dropping on his elbows so he could stare at her at the same height, making her blush and cough out her cola.

-You didn’t tell me anything about yourself also, mysterious bartender- she sassed him and it got a pretty smile and an hand offered to her.

-Roman- and she accepted it, offering her own name.

-(Y/N)-.

-Pretty strange name, (Y/N) look more like a tequila girl- he humored her making her cackle a laugh.

-I do like tequila, but I am in the middle of nowhere and I don’t want to be kicked out of my single night out-.

-Ohh… single night out…- Michael almost whistled, clearly focused more on the single part than the ladies night -We host a thousand of ladies night, but don’t they involve another friend? - .

-Didn’t I tell you I am nothing like ordinary? – she said, with a bitter smile, drinking her sorrows away in the sugary drink -My last single friend got engaged a few days before, so I am all out of single friends, that was why I was trying to talk Destiny to join my night out… you literally ruined my night-.

-Oh, did I? – and he did a thing with his tongue that made her almost faint.

-Yeah, you are obviously not a single lady- she mumbled, trying to regain the upper hand in the conversation.

-I am not a lady- he appointed -… but I am single, sweetheart-.

And the hand was back on her cheek, coaxing her nearer, till she felt somebody occupying the bar sit next to her…

-…well I am single too, so can I join the single train? -.

Shit, flirty! Ivar was back again.

Roman had had a tough night, a full night at the “Shiny Moo” and Roman had wandered off, meanwhile Destiny was chatting up clients, making others wait, and he had immediately moved to tell her to move her ass, till he saw the pretty girl she was talking to.

Clearly the type of girl who didn’t care to walk in a bar in simple clothes and she still managed to be the most stunning girl in there, and she was just wearing jeans, jeans that looked like they were painted on her perky butt, and a mickey mouse sweater, he honestly thought looked deviously innocent.

Part of her looked like she could have just come out of a fairy tale books, but the way she talked and once the shyness went away… she seemed to come out straight from an erotic novel, the well written kind.

She honestly made his night better.

Ivar, a little less.

The fact that they wanted to bring the same girl in their beds made it… interesting.

-Hello there, lovely, saw you found the “Shiny Moon”-.

The girl smiled more at ease, than with him; Ivar was a people-charmer, whereas Roman was more sensual and the girl looked like she was entirely scared by her sexuality.

So, Ivar clearly had the advantage, but Roman knew how to get everybody on their knees for him.

-… yeah, I mean I am not amazing with directions, but this place is basically in front of the hotel so…-.

-So, you are staying at the old “Kattegat”? – asked Roman, trying to get more info than Ivar, also because he was honestly mesmerized by the girl, utterly smitten and curious to know more.

-Yeah, just for the weekend- and then she moved her little chin to Ivar, smiling slightly and asking -Oh by the way the room is beautiful-.

Ivar looked like a puppy who got a treat after the compliment he had received, nodding immediately meanwhile he mumbled lowly a few words.

-… that place might seem a terrible on the outside, but believe me, it’s very much worse inside, alongside the fact that his owners are all assholes- replied Roman, wanting her eyes back on him and getting them, alongside a shocked expression and a grunt from Ivar, which was immediately suppressed by something that said “do you want war? I will bring it to you”.

-People only come here for the free wi-fi- replied swiftly the other man, sparking a little fight.

And immediately (Y/N) came between those two, touching Ivar’s chest.

-Woah woah… your places are equally broken on the outside, but they are prettier on the inside, and yeah the wi-fi bonus is amazing- she laughed lightly, but her intention was clear: she wanted no riot or brawl in there, cocking an eyebrow at Roman, in a little show of dominance.

He, instead, licked his lips, a little aroused by a girl that could handle two extremely territorial males, without and ounce of fear; Ivar was thinking the same, looking at the hand on his chest with wide eyes.

-You are definitely all over men’s bullshit- mumbled attentively Roman, making her drop her hand from Ivar, who looked a few minutes from crying for the loss.

-Oh, all over every person’s bullshit, but you men are just the absolute worst- she laughed timidly, before downing again her drink, as she tried to avoid thinking about the two men looking at her smugly and intensively.

“Well you are lucky, we are not men, sweetie” that’s what he wanted to tell her, but seeing through all the confidence she was faking, that she was pretty shy, it wasn’t the time to tell her they were supernatural beings.

Although she seemed smart to figure that out on her own.

-… men disappointed you, lovely? – Ivar asked, tried to sound compassionate, meanwhile he adjusted himself on the stool, probably because of his legs bothering him.

-It’s just…-.

-Are you a lesbian? – asked again Ivar and Roman sent him a death glare, knowing perfectly from the adorable blush she was wearing that they had just burned a chance to talk with her.

-No, I mean girls are beautiful, but not interested into them, although maybe I should, men are…-.

-… the worst- mumbled Roman, sending a straight up glare at Ivar, as if to let the sweetheart know that he was indeed ��the worst”.

Ivar clearly looked embarrassed by the way she mumbled back, and moved near to get her attention, offering and half-hearted apology, helped by his sweet and dramatic blue eyes.

-Sorry, didn’t mean…-.

-Don’t worry- she mumbled leaning towards him -… a lot of people assumed it the same: no dates, no guys out of my house and I frighten every boy who comes my way-.

She tried to laugh it off but Roman could find how much it actually pained her: the loneliness and the sadness made her feel as if she was not enough.

But she was so so much more than enough and sweet, and she had already two men courting her.

-They were all boys to be frightened by such a pretty and powerful girl- replied Ivar, immediately gaining points by the pretty compliments, she leaned back into him, not enough to touch but… Ivar helped the contact by putting a hand over her shoulders, making her blush even more and sending Roman a winning smirk.

But he hadn’t lost.

-So, pretty girlie, do you have any plans for this weekend? – he asked, taking away the attention from Ivar and leaning forward, thing that was made by (Y/N) herself.

-Just to relax and do anything else-.

-Never thought about a threesome? – and the look of shock was enough to be a win for him.

Ivar seriously couldn’t be the prouder guy in the entire bar with the prettiest girl in town under his arm, smiling sweetly and with red shadows on her cheeks he wanted to kiss and maybe he would get to if he accompanied her back to the room.

Also, it was a little win over Roman, who instead of him, just needed to look at a girl to have her in her bed, and he also had had another little advantaged over him.

But he ruined anything as soon as Roman spit out the “threesome” proposition; it wasn’t rare for them to share a girl, mostly because of Ivar’s “little problem”, but this girl so sweet and pure… he felt like the sharing option was crazy.

She looked shell shocked in her expression of true shock, even worse than the one that she had on her face after his “embarrassing question”, but she almost laughed out, probably expecting it all to be a little joke.

Michael looked at her like a cat with a mouse, clearly trying to stay serious, although he laughed it off as if it was joke before going back to being serious.

-But seriously sweetie… if you want to do something more than just relax, we are more than willing to help you with a little fun-.

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i am displeased with ffh

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ok. as a rhodey fan who literally wrote a fic about all control of all things iron man immediately passing to rhodey upon tony's death, i am so so so displeased

and i get it. it's a niche desire. nevermind that there is reallt rich comics precedence for rhodey being his legacy character and having to deal with that responsibility. or that even within the mcu itself, it's the logical thing for tony to do--rhodey is his best friend and has been for forever, he's a whole colonel but has demonstrated that he's ready to go against the military if that's what's needed, and he has the same concept of accountability as tony has, as evidenced by the whole accords thing. but whatever. the world just isn't ready for a war machine as iron man legacy movie. fine.

but no, instead they have tony give control of his whole weapons arsenal SOLELY to a 16 year old kid, without any kind of check and balance, as if that's something i should believe tony stark, who has been driven to paranoia by his trauma, is going to do. like, edith didn't even suggest for him to maaaybe run a background check on the guy he's giving this whole system to? sure beck could've played it off as like, oh but that's alternate universe me etc etc, but that would've immediately been a red flag and it would've been pretty simple to demonstrate that there is currently just one beck on earth and the other didn't die. it's idiot plot, which is so insulting because neither tony nor peter is this stupid. yes, even Stressed Out peter. god

speaking of, where the fuck was karen? sure, it's not like karen was jarvis, but why is edith so fucking dumb? even when jarvis and friday had control of all stark weapons like that, they had snark and autonomy in them. and don't you dare tell me that tony didn't have ~time~ to make a new ai, he just pulled friday from storage when jarvis went down. he had more in there. (and as fatalistic as tony is, he'd have Fully Prepared for his death, and that includes a semi-competent ai). and now marvel wants me to believe he just picked his Dumbest least sophisticated one to control all his affairs after his death. yeah, ok. i loved the dynamic between karen and peter too, and she's just gone now for no real reason. ok

they're forcing peter to be tony's legacy character, but peter was never anybody's legacy character. (you know who's a legacy character, and has History grappling with not just great-power-great-responsibility pressure, but also i-need-to-honor-whose-footsteps-i-followed pressure? miles.) that scene with him on the plane fiddling with the suit and happy playing ac/dc (they throw in a 'but look he's different!' moment with the led zepelin quip, as if that's enough. play a different song maybe. it's so stupid since spiderverse used music so effectively in painting character, so much so that they made miles so unique in a movie with 6 spiderpeople, but here the mcu completely fails. ugh)-- that scene was so offensive to me. peter isn't tony. i don't want him to be tony. i don't want him to be miles, either. maybe peter parker is a tired character now, with two other movie franchises, and cartoons and video games and everything, but please. please. he's an iconic character, and yeah he's been around a bajillion years and has been reinvented time and time again and this is just another reinvention, but somehow it feels unsatisfying. not to keep comparing this movie to spiderverse, because that's a real high bar, but that movie reinvented peter parker twice, but they still felt believably like peter parker. this kid--this kid is mostly tony stark mixed in with miles morales. just do miles then.

my big complaint about fury was actually addressed in the post credit. they even lampshaded the absurd fact that this shapeshifter, who was shown to be formidable in his own right in CM, was completely fooled by an illusionist. am i satisfied by this? not entirely, but i'm accepting it. it opens a lot of story potential and i'm excited (secret invasion??? they'll have to be Careful handling that, but it could be fun)

the movie itself, if i had to view it as a standalone movie and forget the whole mcu and general marvel context for it, is pretty fun. the pacing felt weird, with the front part being too rushed, but that was to facilitate the giant ~twist~ about mysterio, so i understand. i also have a soft spot for the peter/mj romance, which is so adorably high school.

except i can't just view it like that. this movie is predicated on me believing that the whole entire marvel cinematic universe lost half their brain cells in the snap and didn't get it back in the blip. it's predicated on me just giving them a pass on cannibalizing peter's, miles', AND tony's characters to spit this out. and i just can't do that.

#marvel wank #somebody shut me up #ffh spoilers #mcu spoilers #this movie actually made me so mad #am i saying that mostly as a rhodey stan? yes #this is long and spoilery so beware

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Partners in Crime (Kray Twins x Reader)

Request by the sweet @kind-wolf 🖤

Warnings: violence, swearing

Author’s Notes: I’m really sorry I wrote this in such a rush, but it has been hard for me to write long chapters and to write frequently. I hope you like it anyway 🙏 I’m sorry if this has some kind of error, but I wrote this at 2 a.m. in my phone, so something might have slipped...

Leave your feedback and/or requests ❤️

Partners in Crime

You had been dating Reggie for some long months now, the happiest of your life; you knew what his life was like, he made sure he was completely honest with you once things between you both got serious, because he knew he could trust you with his deepest secrets. Reggie wanted you to know what kind of life he had in the shadows, so that you’d be aware of all the dangers you could be facing now that you were with him.

His gangster life wasn’t easy to deal with, but the biggest challenge in your relationship was definitely his brother. Ronald had always been suspicious of females, especially the ones with relevance on his brother’s life, and you were no exception. He kept filling Reggie’s head with his theories about you, about how evil and a gold digger you were. Reggie never believed in his absurd stories, but that didn’t stop him from trying, he kept making up worse theories instead , such as you being a spy for a rival gang. You never knew for sure what he told Reggie, but you knew he despised you, no matter how hard you tried to get along with him. Your efforts seemed worthless for Ron, so you started avoiding him instead.

Reggie tried to make Ron believe you weren’t the woman he thought you were, that you were the one for him, but he wasn’t convinced. He tried to make you believe things would be better as well, once Ron got to know you better, but seeing how hostile he was with you , you just couldn’t believe it.

With each of Ron’s thoughtless and careless actions, Krays’ lives became increasingly harder. Having cops after them was something they were used to, but the other gangsters weren’t nearly as calm or stupid as cops. They were thirsty for blood and had a ruthless sense of justice. Recently they broke in the club, catching Reggie off guard, stabbing him multiple times when leaving only when he seemed to be dead. But your man was stronger than they thought, he survived and was now at home, recovering from the incident, stepping away from London’s underworld for a while.

You always tricked your parents, saying you were going to your best friend’s house, but you went to Reggie’s instead, to check on him and taking até of that stubborn man. Keeping Reggie resting was almost as hard as pleasing Ron, if not harder, but most of times your pants and kisses did the job.

“Don’t worry love, I’m ready for another!” - He smiled and played with your hair, while you were laying by his side, head in his chest. When you heard his words, you lift your head, facing him and scowling at him.

“Don’t say that, not even joking, Reginald Kray! I’d hit you right now, if you weren’t in recovery!” - You then laid your head back in his chest.

“Well, about that, I think I already...”

“Hmmm hmmm” - You interrupted him, shaking your head in disapproval.

“ You didn’t even hear me, woman!” - He kisses your forehead.

“Yet, I am sure I know you well enough to know that I won’t like what you were going to say. Don’t even start thinking of leaving the bed, Reg.”

“Not while you’re in here, hell no..” - He tightened his arms around you.

“Neither when I’m not, Reggie... You heard the doctor, the wounds are still pretty ugly, you need some more time to recover, baby.” - You buried your face in his neck, planting a gentle kiss there.

“You know I have urgent businesses to handle, love.” - He looked down at you.

“No fucking business is more important than your life, period.”

“Oh, you women are so protective, and that’s so lovely.”

“Yes we are, but only of those who we love more than ourselves, Reg.” - You sentence was followed by a painful silence, and you sighed. - “ I know you’re a part of that world, and I know that world is a part of you, there’s no use in trying to change that, and I won’t... But I need you to be safe, to take care. I can’t afford to lose you.”

“There’s only this meeting...”

You got up from his chest, sitting on the bed, your back turned to him, drying your eyes.

“Do you ever listen to me?” - You shook your head, your voice cracking.

“ I can’t let Ron go alone, you know his temper, I can’t trust him with peace negotiations, that would go terribly wrong.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, hurt he didn’t even try to understand your point, and your motives. Reggie winced, sitting in the bed and reaching for your arm.

“(Y/N), babe...”

“ Don’t fucking babe me, Reginald, I’m going home.”

“ Listen , love, I’m out of options here.”

“ I can be an option Reggie.” - You turned to face him.

“I understand, and you’ll always be my priority, but...”

“No, I don’t think you’re understanding.” - You sighed. - “I’ll go with Ron.”

“What?! No. No, no,no.” - He put his hand on his head, as if you said something crazy.

“ Don’t you trust me?”

“ I do (Y/N), with my life, but that’s too dangerous.”

“More dangerous than a paranoid schizophrenic guy, with no medication? No. I’ll have Ron with me, that’ll be alright.”

“That doesn’t put me at ease, things between you and Ron aren’t easy at all.”

“Trust me, I can handle it. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you...” - Your eyes met his and he sighed heavily.

“ Even if I agreed this insane idea, which I haven’t yet, Ron absolutely wouldn’t.”

“Well, don’t ask Reginald, just inform him . He respects and trusts you, he’ll end up accepting it.”

“I’ll think about that, ok? Now come here , my main concern now is to enjoy every moment with you, not discussing this kind of things, alright?”

“Fine, but just know that I won’t give up. “ - You laid by his side, reaching for his lips and kissing him urgently, trying to show how deeply your loved him.

Reggie knew you wouldn’t give up, and you knew a lot about his businesses, so maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. Convincing Ron was the biggest challenge, once again , they discussed it for days , but Reggie ended up successfully talking Ron into it, due his endless persistence. Ron made it clear he wouldn’t stop anyone from killing you, to which Reggie replied that you were a part of him, and how devastated he’d be if anything ever happened to you. Ron didn’t quite understand Reggie’s feelings for you, but he agreed to work with you as if you both were in Reggie’s presence, but in this single mission only, he said.

In the following days your boyfriend got you a gun and taught you how to use it, in case you needed it. You were a fast learner, plus you wanted to show him you could do it, so in no time you were handling a gun as if you had done it for years.

When the day of the meeting came, Reggie begged you to be careful. It felt as if your roles had been reversed, usually it was the other way around : you begging him to take care and come home safe, so that you could spend the rest of your days with him. You warmly kissed him goodbye, and then left his home, getting in the car where Ron was impatiently waiting, smoking his cigar. The ride was long and painfully silent.

When you arrived the place of the meeting, you turned to Ron, who looked back at you in disgust.

“Frank , could you please leave me and Mr. Kray alone for a minute?” - You asked politely, giving the driver a smile. He obeyed, disappearing from your sight. - “Alright Ron...”

He just grunted, staring at you in confusion.

“ I know you hate me, though I don’t know exactly why... And I also know you’ve been sparing no effort to make Reggie get me out of his life. Just know that I won’t let it happen,not so easily.” - You narrowed your eyes. - “ I tried, and will keep trying, to keep things civilised between us, not for you, not for me, but for your brother, who I love so damn much. I won’t be leaving, Ronald. I love Reggie, and you are his brother, so I know in your way you love him too. I would never want to bring you both apart, please understand that. I just want peace, that’s all.”

“We won’t ever be friends, (Y/N).”

“We don’t need to be, even if it was better for us to try.”

“ You should fear what may happen to you.” - He interrupted you.

“ Well, Ron, dear, let me give you the news : I don’t fear whatever may happen to me, neither I fear you, or anyone, just for the record. I’ll do whatever it fucking takes to be with your brother, who happens to be the love of my life, regardless of what you, my parents, the pope, or anyone thinks/wants. So just fucking deal with it.” - You pointed your finger at his chest and then got out of the car. - “Now let’s finish this. And try not to go psycho in the middle of the damn meeting Ron, or I swear to God I’ll shoot you, and believe it or not, I already have more than motives to.”

He followed you in silence, processing whatever the hell just happened, and everything you said.

Arriving the room you were both invited to seat by a broad man, whose black eyes showed no sign of him having a soul within him.

He first talked about how stupid and naïve it was for the Krays to believe they’d have peace after some incidents they caused, then he just kept roasting them, getting worse word after word, spitting venom every time. At this point your blood was boiling already, your expression visibly hardening. The men kept talking about how unstable, lunatic and a freak of nature Ron was, and that he should’ve never make it out of his mother’s womb, he then started insulting Reggie, calling him a delusional pussy who sent his bitch to deal with his problems. And he kept on, he kept on for some good minutes, enjoying insulting them and insulting you. The men then turned around, pouring himself a drink.

In that moment you took the gun Reggie gave you, while Ron was distracted trying to keep it together. You got up, approaching the man.

“Just one more thing...” - The man turned and you aimed at his chest, he laughed in in your face. The anger and rage took over you and you pulled the trigger, not once, not twice, but as many times as the bullets you had, even after he was lifeless on the floor.

“Have you lost your mind?” - Ron shouted at you, getting the gun out of your hand . - “ What about the...” - He made an high pitch voice, mimicking you .- “Try not to go Psycho, Ron, or I’ll fucking shoot you!” - He then mimicked Reggie.- “ Oh Ron, she’ll go with you so that someone keeps your cool when you get mad!” - He went back to his normal voice.- “ All this and YOU fucking shot the guy and start a gang war?!”

“Ron, you heard him, we wouldn’t have peace anyway. And I wouldn’t let him talk shit about Reggie and you , and despise your honor and name like that! That’s now how I work Ron, loyalty and protecting the ones I love are everything for me. He would insult someone I care for , just like that, and get away with it!”

Ron took of his glasses, scratching his eyes, weighting what you had just said. You talked like family would, and that confused the shit out of him. He wanted do hate you, but you did and said things he valued a lot. He put his glasses back on, sighing and willing to thank you for your loyalty, offering you his own.

“What are you doing?” - You asked, as he removed the bullets from the chamber of his gun, putting them on your and giving it back to you.

“ No one will know you did it, and if anyone asks, I did it, not you.” - He removed his jacket, placing it over the body. - “Your jacket, scarf and whatever clothes you don’t need, please. We can’t leave him here.”

“What?! No! I stand for what I’ve done!” - You have him some of your clothes.

“Listen (Y/N), I don’t doubt you do, but I think you’re no idea what consequences these acts bring. I’m ready for them, and you’re not.” - He wrapped the body in the clothes.

You didn’t know exactly what to say, as you didn’t expect him to behave like that.

“No, that’s wrong! I can’t let you pay for my actions.”

He got up, getting closed and putting his hair back in place.

“That’s What family does (Y/N), we have each other’s backs, no matter what, and sooner or latter that’s what we’ll be. Family.”

“ Oh Ron...” - You closed your eyes and then hug him right, and for a second he replied, even if he hated displays of affection.

He slapped your shoulder lightly.

“Now come on, we’ve got a body to get a rid of, partner!”

“But Ron?”

He was now back to the task of dragging the body.

“Hmm?”

“ I’ll have to be honest with Reggie, I won’t lie to the man I love.”

“Be honest then, but I’m sure as Hell that he’ll agree with the plan of protecting you, it’s the best for everyone.”

You helped him dragging the body.

“ And Ron... Thank you, for trying to protect me, and for all the stupid things you sometimes do, that I know that you do to protect Reggie as well. It means a lot.”

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dr-m-r-ma · 5 years

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The Design in Her Mind

Part 2/?

Genre: drama, romance Rating: PG-13 Group: Monsta X

Summary: Sooyeon meets Monsta X by chance on the streets when they try to help her and her friends shake off creepers, but the meeting ends on a sour note. Some time later, Sooyeon meets the boys again, but at Starship’s headquarters. Although they act cold to each other, Shownu becomes more and more curious about her.

Disclaimer: This is 100% fictional and my own story. It is unrelated to the actual events and real persons of Monsta X and Starship. In regards to this particular fic, I’ve created new K-Pop groups and Sooyeon Kim is my original character. Parts will be written in Korean with English translations. I did not major/study in English/Korean, nor was I ever strong in English/Korean grammar, so there will be grammatical mistakes. This fanfic is written in third person and past-tense for ease of writing.

November 14 Shit.

“잘할 수 있지?” (Translation: “Think you’ll do okay?”)

Sooyeon warily looked at her cousin and simply sighed. She looked up at the company building, only realizing now what she was getting herself into. If she knew what company the interview was for, she would have thought twice about it and maybe contemplated a bit more.

Biting her lip nervously, she looked back at her cousin, who also glanced back, but with more strength. Her cousin patted Sooyeon and said, “괜찮아. 내친구한테 네 사정 얘기했으니까, 괜찮을거야. 그냥 연습한 대로 하면 돼.” (Translation: “It’s okay. I told my friend your situation, so it’ll be okay. Just do it like how you practiced.”)

At that, her cousin lightly pushed Sooyeon towards the building. Sooyeon turned back once to look at her cousin, then closed her eyes to gather her professional attitude. When she opened her eyes again, her back was straight and she walked confidently towards the interview hall.

“STARSHIP ENTERTAINMENT GLOBAL BUSINESS TEAM: GLOBAL BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT ASSOCIATE INTERVIEW IN SESSION”

< 30 minutes later >

As Sooyeon walked out of the interview hall, she replayed the interview in her mind, feeling somewhat good about how she presented herself. If she got the job, cool, but if she didn’t… she wasn’t going to feel that bad about it. Walking towards the exit, she suddenly felt a chill running up her spine and looked in the direction of the source. When her eyes met with the person who was causing the chill, she felt the energy drain from her body even more than when she was in the interview. Damn. It. All.

Kihyun stared at her before nudging Jooheon and I.M. and whispering to them. She quickly whipped her head to the side and looked away, trying to avoid their stares as best as she could. She had hoped he wouldn’t recognize her since she looked quite different from before -- like all interviewees, Sooyeon was dressed in a sharp black blazer, simple white blouse and tapered black slacks. Her black heels made her stand taller than before, and her makeup was done simple enough for her to stand out a little bit more than other candidates.

Despite her different appearance, she could feel the gazes on her. Did they notice? Did he forget? Are they questioning it? Picking up the pace, she quickly speed-walked out the exit on the side of the building.

Without looking back, Sooyeon sprinted for her cousin’s car in her heels, in hopes of avoiding other people she recognized from that day. As she swung the door open and slammed it shut, she peeked out the window every so slightly. Her body slouched low enough for it to be covered by the car door, and only her eyes and forehead were visible from the tinted window.

“왜그러냐?” (Translation: “What’s wrong with you?”) Her cousin asked with slight amusement and confusion.

Sooyeon ignored her for a second to look around before leaning her seat back and laying low. She motioned her cousin to drive and said, “그냥 빨리 가!” (Translation: “Just go!”)

When they had been on the road for about ten minutes, Sooyeon’s cousin finally asked again, “그래서… 잘 안 될것 같아? 무슨 실수 했어?” (Translation: “So… you don’t think you did well? Did you make a mistake?”)

Sooyeon sighed, “아니… 뭐… 괜찮게 한 것 같은데…” (Translation: “No… well… I think I did okay… but…”) Thinking back to Kihyun’s stare, she wondered if it was a cold stare or if it was a confused stare, but the she remembered how he whispered to Jooheon and I.M. She sank lower into her seat and mumbled in English, “ugh… I might get cut for different reasons….”

“엥? 왜?? 괜찮게 했데메??? 야, 친구한테 부탁했으니까 괜찮아 -- 잘 했으면 됐어.” (Translation: “Huh? Why?? I thought you said you did okay??? Hey, it’s going to be okay since I asked my friend -- it’s going to be fine if you did well.”) Even though her cousin reassured her, Sooyeon looked outside the window glumly. She wasn’t sure how her cousin explained her situation to the friend and how high up the friend was to pull strings, but she didn’t bother telling her cousin the bad feeling she got after the interview.

November 15 Welp. I’m just going to pretend I don’t remember them. Just erase them from my memories. Yep. That’ll do it.

< The night before >

Vera: So! How! Did!1 It! Go!! 8:30pm

Soo: …………. 8:32pm

Nicole: it’s ok maybe next time! 8:33pm

Soo: ………. I got it. 8:35pm

Vera: ASDKF;J CONGRATS!!!! 8:35pm

Nicole: CONGRATSSSSS! 8:36pm

Vera: Hey this calls for a night out! Let’s meet up at XX Club in half an hour yah? 8:37pm

Soo: Uh idk.. 8:38pm

Nicole: *insert Mean Girls meme* get in loser, we’re celebrating YOUR NEW JOB 8:38pm

Vera: I’m not taking no for an answer, if you don’t meet us there in half an hour, I’m going to call the police and tell them my friend locked herself at home and I don’t know what she’ll do. 8:40pm

Vera: You also better be dressed properly for the occasion or else…! 8:40pm

Soo: omfg ok! I’m going!! 8:41pm

Sooyeon checked her watch -- 9:30pm -- and sighed in frustration. She waited outside the club, scratching her heel against the sidewalk. It was normal for Nicole to be late, but Vera? Not so much. Checking her watch again, she pulled out her phone to text Vera.

Right then, voices called out to her: “SOOOO!!!”

She looked up and cringed at the sight -- Vera and Nicole dressed nice for the club, but carried strings of large balloons in their hands and party glasses on their faces. The juxtaposition of fancy and silly looked so absurd, Sooyeon tried to avoid the attention pouring from bystanders by looking away and heading towards the entrance of the club.

As she heard footsteps quickening, Sooyeon braced herself for the impact and lo and behold, Vera slammed her body into Sooyeon.

Sooyeon grunted while Vera asked, “Where do you think you’re going without your guards?” She swung her arm around Sooyeon, grinning at Sooyeon’s annoyed expression. Nicole simply rolled their eyes at her and they walked up to the short line into the club. As Vera took out her ID, Sooyeon let her eyes wander to the glowing streets.

“헐.” (Translation: “Whoa.”)

The three girls turned to the voice and Sooyeon’s blank expression slowly morphed into a deep frown. What… the actual fuck? Am I cursed, or what?

He already knew from her side profile that it was the same person. Despite her completely different appearance, the complete different atmosphere she had, he could already tell it was her. His eyes swept over her loose curls, her bare shoulders, her dress hugging tightly against her body and her heels that made her legs look longer. She looked so different, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Actually, she looked so breathtakingly beautiful, his heart fluttered and didn’t stop dancing around.

Shownu’s first thought was definitely whoa but he didn’t think he said it out loud. When the girls turned to face him and his eyes met hers, he couldn’t help but choke on his own spit.

As he turned around to cough to hide his embarrassment, Hyungwon squinted at the girls and whispered, “왜그래? 아는 사람이야?” (Translation: “What’s wrong? Do we know that person?”)

Wonho peeked from the other side and squinted at the girls as well. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but they did seem familiar.

Glancing back at Shownu, it dawned on Wonho. He snickered, “아~~~ 그 여자네!” (Translation: “Oh~~~ it’s that girl!”) When Hyungwon looked back at him in confusion, Wonho rolled his eyes. “왜, 몇달전에… 그리고 오늘 기현이가 봤단 그 여자.” (Translation: “You know, from a few months ago… and that girl that Kihyun said he saw today.”)

Hyungwon’s eyes widened at that, as he covered his mouth with both of his hands. Then, glancing at the back of Shownu’s head, he lowered his hands. Pointing at Shownu’s head, Hyungwon whispered to Wonho, “뭐야 -- 그럼 저러는게… 설마??” (Translation: “Wait -- then him being like that is… no way??”)

Shownu could feel the back of his head burning from Hyungwon’s and Wonho’s stares, while his ears flared with heat. For a moment, he thought to maybe walk away from it all, even though he knew he was caught from both sides. However, a voice chirped from her side.

“혹시… 시간 있으세요?” (Translation: “Do you perhaps… have time?”)

그여자 목소리는 아닌것 같은데… (Translation: ‘I don’t think it’s that girl’s voice…’) He slowly turned around on his heels and saw one of her friends peek out and ask the question. The girl on his mind, on the other hand, slapped her friend on the back and whispered something in a seemingly angry way.

Hyungwon and Wonho were already whispering in shock that the other girls could speak Korean, while Shownu was trying to rack his brain to think of something to say. It was clearly the beginning of an invitation and when he looked up at where they were going into… no way could he be caught clubbing with a group of girls.

Wonho was already onto it and responded politely, “아, 죄송합니다, 지금 어디 가는길이라서… 안--” (Translation: “Oh, sorry, we were actually going somewhere right now… so I don’t--”)

“야, 갑자기 모르는 사람들한테 왜 물어봐? 원래 우리 셋이서 노는거였잖아.” (Translation: “Hey, why are you suddenly asking people we don’t know? We planned for just us three to hang out.”)

Shownu’s head whipped up at the sound of her voice. Although her words weren’t all that friendly, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard her voice. For some reason, it sounded different, paired with her different style of appearance and atmosphere. He played back the scene from a couple of months ago, and despite how annoyed she sounded in his memories, he still felt the same pull towards her.

Much to Wonho’s chagrin, he saw Shownu internally melt even though her words were cold. Even though Shownu had an unreadable, neutral smile on his face, and even though he stood calmly, Wonho could tell his friend was shaken. For some strange reason. So he plastered on a business smile and waved bye, before pushing Shownu forward.

Maybe she felt bad, because she quietly mumbled a quick “죄송합니다” (Translation: “sorry”) and nodded her head for a small bow. She too, shoved her friends forward, and into the boisterous club they went.

The boys ended up not hearing the rest of the conversation, in which Vera pouted, “What a waste… we could’ve had more fun with those guys… they seemed interested too!”

Sooyeon frowned and hissed, “How can you not remember? We saw them a month ago at the university and you were so pissed at how they were talking to us!” Nicole nodded in agreement, and Vera stared at the two cluelessly.

“I was like that? To those A-ranking guys?!”

*** TBC ***

A/n: part 2 was so short i combined it with part 3 (lol) also (lmao) my uneven line breaks...

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prorevenge · 6 years

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Hyena parrot sandpaper sounding man.

long story. tl;dr at the end.

I used to work in a shop. Where any Important person came into the building you are supposed to announce it.

The thing about our shop is that we had sooo much foot traffic we only announced our big boss. When it happened everyone in the building stands up at attention till you hear the words “At ease,”

He would be the equivalent of someone who is head of a department, like let’s say shipping in Amazon.

I worked nights, and it’s relatively quiet. My friend loved to make an effort to entertain himself by fake announcing our boss entering the building. I never ever took what he said for granted. I would always stood at attention.

He would come in every time and laugh like crazy. His laugh was piecing, like a loud dying hyena who had a pet parrot who would repeat the noise only louder. When his laugh died down he sounded like sandpaper to wood.

This went on for about 2 months. I put up with it everyday. Every time I would just give him the sarcastic “Oh man your so good, you got me!”

He was a big fan of also talking trash one of his favorite one liners between his hyena parrot sandpaper laugh was “You think I would actually announce that fool?” More ear bleeding laughter.

Now I wasn’t a real fan of our boss not many were, but it was just how strict he was. He demanded the best from us. Honestly that’s a good trait to have.

I respected our boss, and didn’t enjoy listening to hyena parrot boy trash talk the boss.

One day after he comes in, and of course he fake announces the boss. I stand up as usual. I see him walking into the office. For some reason his laugh was even worse today. Perhaps I didn’t sleep well or I woke up wrong. I have no idea what.

I had enough of his crap. “STFU your damn shit laugh and the way you talk like you have 6 dicks in your mouth. Shut the hell up damnit!”

He is taken back by this. He thinks, and says “Yo man I’m just joking with your ass. Bitch can’t take a joke.” Queue sandpaper cackle.

My blood is on fire right now, but I look at him with a straight face. “Yea you know what brooootttthhheeerrr I cant I’ll work on it.”

He gives me a suspicious look and walks into a different room. I decided then and there that I would do exactly to him what he is doing to me. Even mimic his laugh as well.

Next day I initiate. He stands up at attention I walk into the office and laugh so sarcastically I sound like a hyena with constipation. My face is beat read my eyes poped out as I stare right into his eyes.

His starts to get furious. “OHHH you thinking your a F-ing funny man huh? Is that supposed to be my laugh? Your Shit joke ain’t funny boy. You’s just a lill bitch.”

All I say is “Right.” I walk into my office, get on the computer and check my email. My direct boss sent me an email telling me to make sure my shift is squared away as the big boss is coming by next week for “Morale checks”.

I still don’t know why they called it that, but that’s what they say. My face turned into a wide smile the grinch would be jealous at the grin I had. I’m going to do this every day more than once if I can up to next week.

I become ruthless one day I think I did it five times more absurd than the last. It only took him 3 days before he stopped even standing up. Then came the massive insults. Real, real bad insults.

I can’t even repeat them. Basically the more I did it the more racist slurs he would throw around to me and towards the boss. Day before the big event.

I initiate the joke, he flys off the handle he doesn’t even give me time to walk in. He runs towards me and just starts to shout in my face. Spit flying left and right. I thought it was raining. After he is done ranting. All I say is “Ok I’ll stop.”

“ That’s right you lill bitch you might be in charge of this shift but I own this building. No N-word messes with me.”

All I could think is damn American History X over here. At this point my excitement for what’s about to happen is almost over flowing. I’m so excited I’m afraid I’m going to blow my cover.

Mind you I didn’t say a word to him about our boss coming in, and no one else on shift was willing to talk to him the last few weeks, because he is loosing his shit.

The day has comes. It’s night Im checking the window every 5 minutes for the boss arrival. Finally he shows up.

I look at Mr Hyena and tell him to get the phones I need to go outside. He scoffs his way to the desk and I start to walk away. “I’m not going to fall for your (input real messed up phrase).”

I go outside and greet our boss. I tell him it’s good to see him, and he shakes my hand. I walk into the building and make the announcement. Before the boss can say anything.

All you can hear is loud banging sound things being thrown and a ton of yelling. “You think I’m going to fall for that OP?? I’m not dumb it’s clear you were going to do some stupid BS like that. You think that lazy N-word Boss is going to ever come here.”

I should mention that our boss is African American. He came from the Ivory Coast to the USA , when he was 2 years old.

I look at my boss face, and it had the composure I have never seen before. He clears his throat and yells. “AT EASE.”

The building fall silent so quiet the dead themselves could be heard. Boss walks to the counter. The look on Hyenas face. Was worth more than than all the gold in the world. I felt like I had been starving for a month and the grandest meal was just placed in front of me.

Boss “Hello hyena how are you tonight?”

Hyena “g..go..good sir how are you.”

Boss “I’m well thanks a little tired but well.”

Hyena “Sir I’m sooo sorry I thought...”

Boss “I’m here to see how moral is going nothing more. By the looks of it it’s bad. What can I do to help?”

Unless things are real bad in your shop. One of the basic unspoken rules is,you don’t say a word to the big boss about anything. You deal with it at the lowest level possible.

OP “Sir we are ok here no problems we can’t deal with at our level.”

Boss”I see.... well if you do have anything I can fix let me know.” He walks around the building talking to the few others on shift.

He comes back to the counter. “Hyena can I talk to you in this officer over here please?”

They walk into the office and are in there for over 6 hours. Just before shift ends. The boss leaves, and Hyenas face looked drained.

He told me that no matter how many times he tried to apologize to the Boss he would get interrupted. Telling Hyena that he isn’t allowed to talk.

Boss spent 6 hours telling him different stories of African Americans who struggled to find a better life.

I don’t know many people who could have held their military bearing as well as the boss did, but it was impressive and inspiring.

The next night at work Hyena was not there. My direct boss said Hyena was moved to days no information given.

Fast forward about a month latter hyena went from E-3 to E-2 and lost his pay for 2 months. Latter dishonorably discharged, for being caught with weed and spice. The two punishments were not related.

tl:dr Friend becomes annoying and causes problems on shift. Gets caught by the boss only to be forced to listen to his stories for 6 hours. Gets demoted and eventually dishonorably discharged.

Incase you don’t know spice is artificial weed.

After that incident my shift ran perfect for a month and a half after that. The story on how all that crumbled will be my next story for you all.

(source) (story by Darigone)

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pendulum, epilogue

➝ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➝ genre: angst, fluff

➝ warnings: swearing

➝ word count: 5,7K

» it’s hard to move on from something you thought you would always have. you have to decide whether to fight for it or let it go.

➝ a/n: this is the final part of pendulum; i’m very proud of the outcome, given everything i’d originally thought. i’d like to thank @btsflufflysmut for editing. i hope you enjoy it; let me know what you think.

➝ playlist

part 1

“Vanilla or cappuccino?” Joohyun asks when she stumbles upon you, wandering around her apartment at three in the morning.

“Don't you have an early schedule today?” you ask, dropping your weight down on the couch.

“Yeah, but what's the fun in having my best friend as my roommate again if I don't get to binge eat?” she teases, opening the fridge to get your favorite flavor of ice cream.

“Movie or reality show?” you turned the TV on, not paying attention to the drama playing.

“I think it's best if we talk, don’t you?” She throws a silver spoon your way, digging her own in the white cream.

“Joohyun…”

“You’ve been here almost two weeks and you still haven’t told me how you feel,” she sighs, mouth full and wearing a frown, her stare filled with worry.

“I know, I just…”

“I don't care about how you broke up — or what he told you. I do care about what’s on your mind, though. I hate seeing you like this.”

You let out a heavy sigh, letting the ice cream melt onto your tongue as you force yourself to think back on the feelings that still kept you up at night. Joohyun bites down on her lips, expectantly waiting for you to finally share the reason you still cried and ended up seeking comfort in her bed, every night.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over him,” you confess, and she calls your name, resting her hand on your knee with a pout on her pink lips. “It's not that I think I’m not enough, or he’s the last dick on earth-,”

“Good, because he isn't,” she cuts you off, leaning her head on your shoulder as she takes another spoon of ice cream. “There’s pussy too.”

“It’s because I forgave him that same day we talked,” you ignore her remarks, sighing to hide a smile. “And I miss him like crazy, Hyun.”

“Of course you will, baby,” Joohyun pats your thigh, her voice no louder than a whisper. “You guys dated for two years, it's only natural.”

You run your fingers through her hair as you dug into the ice cream again, letting your eyes fall on the TV. You didn’t bring yourself to say it, but what made it worse was not being sure if you even wanted to get over him. Your heart ached every time you remembered why he wasn't beside you, the only thing keeping you from going back being your stubbornness and hurt pride.

“Jungkook definitely misses you too,” Joohyun says, honesty bathing her eyes and words. “But I think you should give yourself a chance of being happy without him.”

“Thanks, Hyun-ah,” you whisper, kissing the top of her head.

Despite the memories that messed up your sleeping schedule and clouded your judgment, Joohyun was right. You decide to give your thoughts a break, focusing on the movie you’d watched a thousand times before, binge eating ice cream and cuddling your best friend.

Giving in to your feelings could wait for another night.

┈

You wake up with your phone ringing, resisting the urge of throwing it against the wall again, unwilling to waste so much money in less than two weeks. You answer, not looking at the ID of the caller.

“I better be rich or someone’s gonna be dead,” you threaten with a raspy voice caused by sleep, moving to the other side of the bed, wrapping yourself on the blankets.

“You’re rich with my love,” the other person jokes, bringing a wide smile to your lips as you recognized who it was.

Park Jimin.

“Oh, hey, how are you?” You ask him, propping yourself up on the bed.

“I’m good, although I really miss you.”

“I miss you too, Chim.”

It wasn't a lie. Out of everyone you met while dating Jungkook, Jimin was the one you got along with the best, becoming one of your best friends not long after. Namjoon even used to joke you should be dating Jimin instead of the maknae.

“How about we meet? We can go to that coffee shop you love and talk about how talented Taemin is.”

“You had me on coffee,” you laugh, getting out of the bed, already looking for some clothes.

“I’ll pick you up in fifteen. Wear something warm, it's cold outside,” he says, and you heard a door closing in the distance.

“See you in fifteen.”

For the second time that week, you allowed yourself to take a break from Jungkook and all the overwhelming thoughts in your mind. Seeing Jimin after everything was certainly going to raise up a few eyebrows, but you didn't care.

The world could kiss Jungkook’s ass about his ex-girlfriend meeting his band mate for coffee. You were dying to see Jimin again and no rumours would stop you from doing so.

┈

You loved cotton candy skies. The light shade of pink mixing up with blue and purple, a few stars appearing alongside the moon, slowly saying goodbye to the sun and welcoming the night. You felt at peace. A way for the sky to assure you everything would be fine, someday. The bitter coffee warmed your insides, creating a contrasting tone with the almost cold wind that hit the rooftop patio of the coffee shop.

Besides the strong coffee that never failed to please your senses, the aesthetic of the place got a hold on you. The rooftop was reserved for only a few customers, a way the owners found to repay the love and kindness in which you treated them. Having known them ever since your high school years, they treated you like a daughter and took your idea, decorating the rooftop with countless flowers and little plants, small lanterns illuminating each wooden table, alongside small cacti and a few magazines and books.

“I missed this place,” you confess, holding the black mug filled with coffee.

“I missed your cute face,” Jimin tells you, drinking his mocha to suppress a smile his eyes failed to hide.

“How are you? How are the boys? I miss your annoying faces.”

“We all miss you. We’re working hard for the comeback, it's in a couple of weeks, and we haven't gotten where we wanted to, yet.”

“But isn't the album ready?”

“Yeah, but Jungkook keeps messing up the choreo and his solos so much that we end-,” he doesn't finish, biting his lips and closing his eyes, cursing himself for mentioning him. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to bring him up.”

“It's okay, Chim,” you assure him, forcing yourself to smile. “I don't mind.”

At least that's what you told yourself. The first step to forget about Jungkook was holding no grudges and not wishing he choked on his own spit. It was the only rule you had, and your heart lived by it. So far, you were doing ok, but didn't mean it didn't hurt.

“He showed me the choreo once, it was solid,” you try to force Jimin to continue. You had to know how Jungkook was doing, that being your best way of trying, indirectly.

“Yeah, but his head is not in the comeback anymore,” Jimin mumbles, running his hand through his black hair, probably wondering if he should tell you.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.”

“He’s fucked up,” sighing, he looks at the sky as he remembers his best friend’s behavior. “Ever since you left he’s been staying at the dorm. He’s not eating, he can’t control his emotions when he sings, and he doesn't sleep. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Is this why you called me?” You ask him, unconsciously wishing he would beg for you to contact Jungkook — you would gladly do so.

“What? No. Listen, Jungkook is my best friend, but he deserves it,” Jimin assures you, holding your hand. “He fucked things up and I would never ask you to give him another chance because he’s having to deal with the consequences of his mistakes,” he sighs, looking deeply into your eyes. “He’ll get over it.”

“Will I, though?” You let out, your eyes filling with tears at the image of him getting it as hard as you, if not more. “I miss him a lot, Chim. Sometimes I wish we could go back in time and re-do everything we did wrong.”

“I know that, but don’t you think it is best to try to find your peace without Jungkook? I mean, you guys lost yourselves in each other.”

“Joohyun said the same thing,” you were reminded, biting your lip as you looked at the moon, much more visible now on the darker sky.

“Why don’t you try with her?”

What?

You looked at him as if he’d told he was pregnant. It was absurd. Joohyun was your best friend, and an idol. It would be impossible.

“What? You guys always seemed to have a sexual tension,” Jimin laughs, his eyes almost closing as his teeth appeared. “And we both know she would fuck you on sight, come on.”

“Chim, she’s an idol. It’s impossible.”

“Bitch, you dated Jungkook on the low for almost a year, what the hell are you talking about?”

You shake your head. It would be too much, even for you. You had a thing for Joohyun ever since you met her, in her trainee years. It didn't disappear when you started dating Jungkook, and Joohyun started dating Seulgi, and both of them always joking around about a foursome, with you being the one that kept it from happening. But even now, you weren't sure that would happen.

“I don’t know, Jimin.”

“I wouldn't pass the opportunity,” he jokes, taking a bite of the cake you shared. “But seriously, think about it. You deserve to move on.”

“I certainly will,” you laughed, not sure about which of the sentences you had agreed on.

┈

[07/03 11:23AM] JEONGGUK: i’m sorry.

[07/15 04:33AM] JEONGGUK: i love you.

[07/31 03:21PM] JEONGGUK: i miss you.

[08/17 02:08AM] JEONGGUK: i hope you’re doing okay.

[08/26 10:32AM] JEONGGUK: fuck, i still love you.

[Today 9:51PM] JEONGGUK: i hope you’re having the best time of your life.

Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up — it’s your mantra, at 00:21AM. The feelings that washed over your body with the small display of affection from him had you dialing the number known by heart. You had nothing in mind to say to Jungkook, but the call was still on, every ring making your breath hitch in your throat.

The sound suddenly became cold, a low breathing on the other side of the line, a sad melody playing in the background. He had picked up. You bite your lip, running your hands through your hair locks, unsure of which step to take next.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers, so low you doubted he really had said something.

“Hi,” your tone isn’t higher than his.

You slowly moved out of the bed, careful not to wake Joohyun. Sitting down on the couch, you allow yourself to inhale a deep breath, still unsure of what to say.

“How have you been?”

“How are you?”

Both of you ask together, causing each other to chuckle lightly, slowly easing the tension in the atmosphere. Butterflies flew in your stomach at the sound of his laugh, making you doubt if you were entertained by your awkwardness or by him.

“It’s been a long time, huh?” He says, hanging on to every word. You could almost imagine him lying in bed, a hand under his head as he bit his lips, eyes locked in the ceiling.

“What are you doing?” You couldn't help yourself.

“I’m staring at the stars, they’re beautiful tonight.”

“I can see the moon from the couch,” you sigh, biting your lip as you hugged your knees, eyes locked on the satellite through the window glasses.

“Is the same apartment you lived together before, right?” He asks and you nod, aware he wasn’t able to see. “It has a great view.”

“Do you remember when you used to build forts in the living room just because you wanted to look at the sky without actually having to go outside?”

“It was winter, it was cold,” he defends.

“It was the middle of the summer, Gguk,” you laughed, reminded of how hot it got under the covers.

Fuck.

“You’re lying,” he joked, acting as if he hadn't heard you calling him by his nickname after so long. “It was literally snowing and I have videos to prove it.”

“You always film everything, god.”

“I have to remember the good times. And sometimes it's too beautiful to let it slide.”

He was always taking pictures and making little movies in his spare time. Most of them involved you and his friends, the people he loved. You heart stung with flashes of the times he’d held cameras for you, his smile wide behind the lenses, his eyes shining brighter than the full moon in the darkest sky.

“You’re happy, right?” Jungkook asked once the silence settled again, your heartstrings jumping and breaking.

Were you? Joohyun was funny, lovable and always there, despite her schedule. You felt okay, although dark days always crept their way to you in the night, your tossing and turning in bed unable to shake the bad thoughts away.

“I’m trying to be,” you were honest, exhaling a breath you had no idea how long you had held in.

“I want you to be happy, okay?” Jungkook says, the sound of his footsteps on the marble floor telling you he was moving around in his own bedroom. “I fucked up with you, but that doesn't mean everyone else will too. Give happiness a chance.”

“I know.”

You did, but knowing that did not fill the emptiness you felt. He felt guilty for gifting you with trust issues and self-doubt; for leaving under the same circumstances he found you in.

“You deserve to be happy too.” Saying that wasn’t easy when you still wanted him to be happy with you. “I forgive you.”

“It doesn't ease my heart to hear that,” Jungkook whispers, his sobs and the weakness in his voice giving away that he was crying.

“You’ll always have me, okay?” You confess, forcing your own tears back. “I’ll always love you. Do you remember that promise we made?”

“On our birthday?” He remembers, sniffing away his troubled thoughts. “You told me you were mine.”

“I will always be yours, one way or another,” you whisper, closing your eyes and moving your head to the back of the couch. “Nobody ever loved me like you did and I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you. And to be honest, I don't think I can.”

“But I hurt you so bad. W-why do you still feel like t-this?” He stutters on his words, tied knots wrapped around both your throats.

“Because you’re home, Jungkook,” you cry, hugging yourself tighter. “You will always be my home.”

“No one can ever replace you,” he promises, as lowly as you.

You stayed in silence, both digesting the words that left your mouths. Could you ever be as happy with someone new as you were with him, despite everything? Would you ever move on and leave your romantic feelings behind? Should you?

“You are my home too,” Jungkook says, more controlled with his emotions. “I’ll always be here for you, in every way, with all of me.”

“Thank you.”

You end the call. That wasn't the emotional roller coaster you had signed up for. In your head, you would fight and tell him to move on, lying your way out of his life even if meant hurting him. But you ended up by confessing the feelings you still tried to suppress, making more promises you could never break.

┈

Ceremony Awards were your private hell on earth. Being a part of the legal team under IU’s management, you were used to being in the background with two phones in hand in case the cameras caught something they weren’t supposed to — which wasn’t impossible to have happen since the woman loved some public action.

“Please, no runs for the bathroom this time,” you beg her as another girl fixed up her dress, both fighting to suppress a smile.

“Sit by my side, then,” she offers, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear, an innocent smile on her red lips. “This way, if I need to relieve myself, you can just come with and keep an eye open for any party breaker.”

“Who buys your face doesn’t buy your nymphomaniac personality,” you joke, typing away on the company’s phone to see if her plan should have a go.

“People love a cutie on the streets and a freak on the sheets, what can I say?” Jieun laughs, already looking around the place for a possible lay. “But you’re good now, right? Your break was long.”

The whole world knew who you were, if not for being one of IU’s staff, then for being Jungkook’s girlfriend. As soon as the picture of the woman, who wasn't you, sucking Jungkook’s dick trended all over the internet, the company asked for you to take a break from work, as a way to not stain their best act’s image — since you were always seen together. You wanted to drown in work to help you forget everything, but you were forced to stay in hiding, having all the time in the world to think about Jungkook’s cheating and wallow in self-pity. They only allowed you to come back after two months, when people were already over the cheating of the year.

“Yeah, I’m good. Time is really a remedy,” you tell her, checking the phone for a confirmation that you were free to sit alongside her, although you should be kept in the shadows for your own safety.

“Shitty that every medicine can cause an overdose if in large doses,” Jieun mumbles, clearly bitter with your ex-boyfriend.

She was the one to introduce Jungkook to you. A rookie on the team, you were still struggling to not mess everything up on the award, an eye attentive to her every move and the other on possible crows, thirsty to ruin the image of the nation’s golden girl. Jieun brought you to him in the backstage, begging to congratulate BTS on their performance, after the ceremony was over. You fell for her enthusiasm and humbleness, happy to lead the way to the seven men about to receive a compliment from her.

You barely got to talk to their representatives about the whole deal when she pulled your arm and practically threw you into Jungkook — a smug smile as she babbled an “you’re welcome” to the man, that kept his hands on your elbows, to prevent you from falling straight to his chest.

After that night, Jieun was happy to be his beard to every date you had, but always denying the rumours that came up. She was the first to express her support for your relationship when Jungkook willingly let your name slip during a live, causing people to realize what happened behind the curtains.

“You don't have to be mad with him,” you told her, smiling truthfully. “I’m good now.”

Jieun said something back, but everything came to a halt when you saw the movement behind her. Namjoon had just passed, walking straight to his designed seat, nodding and waving politely to people he crossed paths with — the rest of BTS closely behind.

Your eyes fell in Jungkook’s, slowly walking and waving to the rest of the cameras on the red carpet. He looked like a god, his smile so radiant and contagious. You almost forgot the faint dimples he had on his cheek. His red hair blew you away, the rest of his forehead and the eyebrows displayed in such harmony with the rest of his face. He fixed his suit and gave them a final wave, entering backstage with his head down and no smile, avoiding everything and following Taehyung’s shadowy silhouette.

Your heart ached, about to explode in your chest. Suddenly, the air was rarefied, the room too warm and your thoughts too fast. He was motherfucking ethereal. Your sweating hands and jelly knees made you leave Jieun talking to herself, being the one to take a run for the bathroom to try to compose yourself.

Despite what anyone could think, you weren't hurt by his image. You were excited — maybe even turned on. He looked better than you’d ever seen before, even if clearly surrounded by the heavy gray cloud in his mind. All you thought about was if he still smelt the same, if his skin was still as smooth and warm as your mind remembered. All you could think was if his mouth was still as sweet and soft, if his hands would find your weak spots and how long it would take him to make you see star again.

After washing the sweat off your face countless times, you exit the bathroom, looking around to see if destiny was on your side and brought him to you. But you let out a heavy sight with a bit of disappointment when your eyes lay on Seokjin, rather than Jungkook.

“You look amazing,” he compliments, leaning in to give you a hug and checking out your black and white suit, perfectly designed for running after sasaengs and breaking their noses.

“You’re one to talk,” you laugh, brushing invisible dust off his head-to-toe Gucci set.

“We should hang out someday — catch up and everything,” Jin invites, fixing his hair with a smile painted on his lips. “It’s been almost a year, already.”

“I think so too, I miss your cooking skills,” you joke, playfully punching his arm.

“I miss your drinking skills, brat.”

“I gotta go find Jieun, but take care, okay?” You tell him, looking down at the unread texts vibrating on your phone.

“You too,” he kisses your head, gently squeezing your shoulders. “Don’t forget me.”

“Never, Jinnie,” you promise him, imitating his blowing kiss as you walk away, his laugh filling the room with sweetness.

You wouldn't. Even with how things turned out, meeting Bangtan was one of the things you were most grateful for — and that, you wouldn't take for granted.

┈

Jungkook keeps an eye on his figure in the mirror, letting a few sighs out of his mouth as the staff sets up his harness. He could barely recognize the guy standing in front of him.

So much had happened in the last year that he felt like a different man. Losing you caused him to lose many other things, too. A huge amount of his fans took your side, reasonably, and the hate he got was massive. His relationship with his friends changed since they no longer bothered to protect him as much, letting him take full responsibility for his actions.

But that caused him to grow up, faster than he would’ve acknowledged. Most songs on the new album had a part of him, the little movies he made were filled with meaning — he wanted to remind everyone of who he was, and who he loved. Yoongi even told him he was different, that he was a better version of his past.

He dyed his hair as a way of burying his old self, his mistakes and fears. Jimin told him it would help, that changing something about his appearance was the first step to being completely healed, so he did.

Bright red, almost pink. He aimed for forest fire, but hit cherry blossoms — it meant you, either way. Forest fire for burning everything to ashes, for the destruction he caused, for the way his heart felt beside yours. Cherry blossoms just for you.

“She’s back with IU,” Jin says, snapping Jungkook out of his thoughts. “And she’s still pretty as hell.” Jimin laughs, agreeing.

“I think she will probably hang around at the after party,” Yoongi says, adjusting his choker. “We should stay for a bit.”

Jungkook blocks out the rest of their talk, cleaning his sweaty hands on his leather pants. You were there, hidden somewhere backstage, probably three phones in hand and watching IU as a hawk. The first time you both shared the same roof in over a year.

Would you watch their performance? Congratulate them after, highlighting the better parts and hugging each of them, like you used to? Would you see him?

The thought of you somewhere in the crowd, eyes locked on him, made Jungkook shiver. His heartbeat quickened and the anxiety that washed over him was for the performance.

“You guys are up in forty seconds,” a staff chimes in, adjusting his mic and looking for anything out of the ordinary.

It was showtime.

That meant he had to focus now — the setlist, the choreo and the lyrics taking over his thoughts, pushing you to the back of his mind. Going over as many times as he could before actually stepping foot on stage. The boys gathered around in a circle and pulled him in, professing encouraging words and shouting the group’s name, briefly sharing hugs and smiles as they went to their positions.

The shouting of the crowd was louder than ever when the lights came on, his solo eager for them to continue, as he followed the steps he himself had come up with. Jungkook didn't look to his colleagues once during the first three songs, too focused in his own mind and the adrenaline in his veins — that, strangely, brought peace to his heart.

But now is the fourth song, and they have to interact with the fans, gathered on a small area in front of the stage. His shyness takes over, without a reason to. Hoseok notices his flushed cheeks and waves to Jungkook to sit beside him, feet hanging off the platform. As he bends to sit, the lights come out his focus and he has a clearer image of his fellow idols watching their performance and the fans below, crying and screaming profanities about their wardrobe choice. He laughs when someone shouts something about Taehyung’s tongue, looking over his band mate to see if he’d caught it too. And that’s when he sees you.

On the other edge of the stage, right beside Jieun. Although the cameras and lights are focused on her, to Jungkook it’s you that shines the brightest. Time stops when he focuses his gaze on you, especially on the wide smile adorning your red lips. All the butterflies in his belly come alive and before he knows, he’s mirroring your smile. His heart is as steady as when he’s asleep, the adrenaline replaced by all the excitement and wonder your starry eyes brings him.

And then you give him a shy wave, running your tongue over your lips, pride for him showing off in every action you made. He gets on his feet and bends over, bowing to you from across the room, his smile so wide it’s impossible to hide.

After that, every pair of eyes in the room are attentive to your interaction. But Jungkook doesn't care, he keeps his eyes locked on you until their performance ends. You look breathtaking, even in your suit. The way you silently congratulate him with thumbs up and small reactions makes him feel alive again, waking up the part of him that’s been asleep the whole time you’ve been gone.

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You only move after the ceremony comes to an end, Jieun with an arm intertwined with yours, a huge smile on her face for the award she won. You bow to every idol that comes up to congratulate her and the staff, sharing educated smiles as they go find their way to the after party.

“Okay, I gotta do something now,” she tells you, observing your reaction. “Please, come with.”

“The party? I don’t know…”

“No,” she shakes it off, biting her lips in anticipation. “Come congratulate Bangtan with me. I don’t want to deal with my exes on the way there and you scare them off.”

You almost laughed at her obviousness, but you maintain your facade. You never wanted something more. In one of your weekly meetings, Jimin told you how hard they were trying, how much the last album took from them. Seeing them perform with such ease and passion almost had you on your knees, so proud of the outcome of their hard work. All you wanted was to hug every single one of them and tell them they brought art to the stage, in its purest form.

“The things I do to keep my job,” you joke, already walking to the dressing rooms.

“I love you, you asshole,” Jieun nudges you, laughing lightly.

You look around, still checking for paparazzi in the room. Luckily, they were banned backstage, but you still had to make sure none could capture you and Jieun going in — simply to avoid any rumor.

As soon as you passed through the black curtains, a weight was lifted from your shoulders. The staff gives you nods of recognition and allows you to make your way to the last dressing room, where BTS was in. You didn’t have to check to be sure — they always opted for it because it was closer to the bathroom. You knocked on the open door to announce your presence, a wide smile on your lips as the men turned to face you, mirroring your reaction.

“You killed it!” You congratulate Jimin as he comes to hug you, picking you up from the floor, laughs filling the room.

“It was breathtaking,” you hug the rest of them, taking your time. “Tae, your vocals blew me away, what the hell.”

“Did you like the second song?” Hoseok asks when you kiss his cheek, a heart-warming smile painted on his lips. “I made it, every piece of it.”

“It was my favorite!” You confess, laughing as Jieun agrees, resting her hands on Taehyung’s shoulder.

But before anyone can say anything else, the steps that followed made the room freeze in expectation, serious faces glancing between you and something behind you. The perfume gives him away, the smell of flowers and vanilla clouding your senses. You slowly turn to face him, unconsciously holding your breath and biting your lips.

His starry eyes are solely focused on you, as if there wasn't anyone else in the room. He smiles shyly, not showing his teeth. You thought he looked good when you first saw him tonight and during the performance. But to see him up close, eyes and smiles only on you, his cherry red hair falling on the sides of his face leaving his forehead showing, the eyebrows so perfectly drawn and on display, it was an out-of-body experience.

You were sure that Jungkook was the face that every single poet and artist used as their muse. He was art.

“Hey,” you both say together, chuckling; stupid smiles adorning your faces, mad butterflies on your belly.

He bows as you take a step closer, unaware of how much you wanted to hug him — though he doesn't freeze when you wrap your arms around his frame, taking him in. Jungkook hugs you back, his hands wrapped around your waist and face hidden on your hair, as you hide your own on the crook of his neck, allowing his perfume and natural smell to drown you completely. Despite the heart attack you thought you might have, his embrace calms you, the butterflies chilling with the comfort of home.

“Your hair looks amazing,” you confess, distancing yourself just enough to take a look at the color, slowly running your fingers through his locks.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers giving you his bunny smile, his hands still on your waist.

“I loved the stage, your presence was out of this world.”

“Thank you,” he moves a hand to your hair, taking it away from your face to see your rosy cheeks. “It means a lot to me.”

You could kiss him, right now. You wanted to. His lips were rosy and plump, slightly open from his grin. His eyes wavering between your eyes and your mouth, still so close you felt his warm breath on your skin.

That’s when you knew it was gone, the fear of not being enough. Right there, in his arms, his stare as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen, the way his breath mirrored yours, the hand on his neck giving away your hearts beating at the same pace. Right there, in his arms, you found home again.

“Go out with me,” you ask him, locking your eyes on his, words no louder than a whisper. “We can go to that coffee shop we had our first date, the one with the rooftop.”

“No,” Jungkook tells you. You can hear your heart breaking before he circles your cheeks, with a cocky smile. “Let me cook for you.”

“Since when do you cook?” You tease, trying to hide how close you were to crying from his joke.

“You made me begin when you told Jimin you would only marry if it was with someone who can cook.”

“I have this effect on you, huh?”

“Always.”

You smile and hug him again, hiding away in him chest as he laughs lightly, feeling fully alive for the first time in a while. He spins you on the ground, as a way to hide himself from his friends, leaving you to face them. They have huge smiles on their faces, watching attentive to both your actions. Jimin gives you a thumb up as Yoongi mumbles a “kiss him” and laughs. You hide more in Jungkook chest, defying whoever said two bodies can’t exist in the same space, and he keeps drawing circles on your waist, allowing both of you to recover from the lack of each other in the past year.

You lift your head, kissing his cheek before returning to the crook of his neck, your hands tugging on his black button up to keep him closer. He lets a heavy sigh out, kissing your forehead.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither.”

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