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asvterias · 2 years

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✶ 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 ✶

Warnings: Mentions of Drugging, F/F Oral Mentions & F/F Strap-On Mentions

Pairings: Remiel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Remiel comes back down to earth not knowing that she could find a potential love in her heart for one certain human.

Word Count: 1,100

*gif is not mine*

“how can human women wear these torture devices? what are these called?” remiel asked as she felt the material on her legs. "

“jeans.” amenadiel responded blankly. remiel scoffs as she took a look around the lively nightclub packed with strangers. the music filling their ears.

“how can lucifer ever procreate with these jeans-laden humans? they're selfish and greedy. they smell wrong.” she questioned her eldest brother, shaking her head in disgust. a bartender soon walks up to them, handing the female archangel a drink.

“i didn't order this.” remiel stated as she pointed to the glass of whiskey.

the bartender irked his head to someone behind her, “she did.” remiel looks behind her and so does amenadiel, her eyes averted to you. radiating with confidence, you strutted over to the two angels.

you were clearly drunk, your sober ass wouldn't even have the guts to even order your own drink. talking to a stranger, was a whole different story.

amenadiel quickly slipped out of his chair but not before taking remiel's drink down in one go. reserving the chair that amenadiel had just been in, you looked at her and smiled. she smiled lightly, scared because she never interreacted with humans before, or a very pretty girl for that matter. just stay cool, remy. you got this. she thought to herself.

multiple guys tried to talk throughout the night but you just ignored them as they tried their best to make up fake attempts of flirting. didn't they see it? you're gay, you love and loved to eat pussy. the only dick that you like are the rubber ones that come in many colors.

but, hey look on the bright side, you were getting free drinks. who could resist free drinks? always checked to make sure that they weren't drugged at first. nothing caught your eye the whole night, that was until remiel came in the nightclub. you could read people like a book just by looking at her, you could tell that she seems new to the new environment.

“you look you don't really blend in with the crowd.” you started, your attention now fully on her.

“it's that obvious, huh?” remiel was nervous. she never felt nervous in her life before. but, you were just a human girl. she doesn't get nervous at all and she would never get nervous now, especially at a human. but hey there's a new time for everything, right. calling over a bartender, asking for some more tequila. 10 tequilas later, you were giggling like a schoolgirl after telling bad jokes, remiel wasn't drunk because, well you know – her being a archangel and all that.

she felt safe and vulnerable around you, for the first time in a millennia, she was actually smiling. which was weird for her, since she was always taught to keep her guard up and was taught that humans are lower than celestial beings. soon after your laughter died down as you looked at your phone, it was after 12 and ella's going to be pissed.

“shit! i have to go.” you observed, tearing a small piece of paper, writing your phone number on it. you handed it to the angel.

remiel looked down at the small piece of paper in her hand, “what do you want me to do with this?” she asked unsure as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. she never understood humans and maybe now was the time to catch up.

you walked closer and leaned into her ear, the huntress angel tensed up by how close you two were. “why don't you call the number and find out?” pulling away from her ear, you bit on your red lipstick noticing the way that remiel's eyes were briefly looking at your cleavage. you let out a little giggle with a playful wink.

“okay,” remiel agreed, nodding her head in reassurance as well.

it was a nice moment for remiel but of course reality always comes back to bite you in the ass. “[name]! what the hell are you still doing here.” ella scolded walking over to where you were. she was livid at the most but you were drunk and her shouting at you wasn't going to help things.

“who's this?” remiel asked, hiding the concern in her voice. for all she knows, this girl ella could be a abusive person but the girl radiates nothing but positive energy.

laying your eyes back onto the huntresses, “just my sister.”

“god! [name] how much did you have to drink?” ella exclaims throwing her hands up in disbelief. you were about to reply back but amenadiel joined the little group of four.

“amenadiel! there's my favorite baldie!” you shouted in excitement, wrapping your arms around him, pulling the man in for a hug. the angel sighed as he returned the hug, pulling away from the hug he called maze over.

“maze?! can yo–“ ella started but the demon already agreed as she picked you over her shoulder, “whoop” you exclaimed, your feet fully off the ground. your hangover was going to hurt like a bitch in the morning. ella grabs your purse as she and maze walked out of the club, shoving the sweaty bodies out of their way to get to the exit of LUX.

“bye remy!” you waved back at the huntress, your voice higher than the blasting music. remiel let out a small smile and waved back. once you were finally gone, amenadiel walks to the front bar to join his sister.

“maybe not all humans are so bad after all, brother.” remiel sighed, still lingering onto the piece of paper that you gave her.

she turned her attention to her brother, who was looking at her with a tiny smirk plastered on his face, she shrugged her shoulders as she sighed once again, “what's wrong now, brother?” remiel questioned him, tired of that look on his face.

“still wanna look for that miracle baby?” amenadiel asked his younger sister. he than looked down at the piece of paper. “or do you have more far important things to attend too?” remiel blushed and quickly put the note in her back pocket. maybe, she can keep it for sake keeping. one way or another, she was going to definitely call you back.

#lucifer fox #remiel #lesbian!remiel #remiel x reader #remiel x fem!reader #remiel imagine

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twistedlymad · 4 years

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Hi!! I really love your Twisted Wonderland stories!! They make so happy!! I love the way you write the characters! If you’re still taking requests could I plz have a story of MC and the gang playing truth or dare where Grimm asks MC if she has a crush on anyone to get at the boys? And MC won’t tell so the boys try everything they can to see who she likes? I leave the ending in your hands! I understand if you won’t accept this request but if you do then I’ll be so happy!! Ok thanks YOUREAWESOME!!

Okay, let’s settle something first. And that is: I am NOT awesome.

You guys are the true awesome ones! You guys have so many ideas! My inbox is filled with requests of which I never knew could happen! Thank you all <3

Also, I have never fully immersed myself into a game of truth and dare :’) And now I’m writing a story on something I’ve played but not full heartedly. The irony is strong :’)

Thank you for requesting this story! I do hope it lives up to your expectations! Thank you again and have a lovely day!!

What if you played Truth or Dare? (Ft. Grim, Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Jack and Epel) (Riddle, Vil, Lilia and Ruggie are mentioned)

“Fgnaaaaa (Y/N), I’m bored.” Grim said while laying on your lap. You and him were doing your homework in your dorm.

“I know, but, when we finish, we can go out and meet up with the others. I’ll even throw in a can of tuna or two. How does that sound?” You said, trying to coax the furball into doing his homework.

“When you put it that way!! Fgnaaaa!” And the furball was more excited to do his work. You gave him a head pat and continued on your own work.

After about an hour or two, you two had finished your homework. You sighed and closed your book, you turned to see Grim dozing off to dreamland. You shook your head, giggling and gently nudged him awake.

“Come on you furball, it’s almost time to get dinner, we don’t want the others to worry about us right?” You said, picking Grim up and placing him on your head. Grim yawned a little before going to sleep on your head.

You had a nice little walk to the crowded cafeteria, when you arrived, you saw your friends sitting at a table not far from you. They were chatting with smiles on their faces while you went and grabbed yours and Grim’s food. After doing so, you went over to the table where your friends were sitting and sat yourself down.

“(Y/N)!!” The others called for you and you just shushed them. They were puzzled until you pointed to the sleeping furball on top of your head. They looked at each other before nodding and snickering. You smiled and slowly set the sleeping furball down on your lap and took a bite out of your dinner.

“So, how is everyone doing?” You asked your friends and multiple groans were heard.

“Riddle made me feed the flamingos wearing pink again today!!” Ace said with a sigh.

“I had to change the color of roses in the garden to white for the whole day.” Deuce said, taking a sip out of his drink.

“Ruggie-senpai dragged me around the whole school looking for Leona-senpai… Turns out he was sleeping in a tree at Main Street. I wasted a whole afternoon doing that.” Jack said.

“Hah! You guys don’t even know what is true hardship. Vil and Rook taught me on ‘fine dinning’ and ‘proper table manners’ the whole day! I don’t get it! IT’S FOOD SO YOU SHOULD JUST EAT IT.” Epel said, the last part in anger. You patted him gently as a gesture to calm him down.

“Malleus-sama was nowhere to be found when school ended, so me and that stupid Silver spent the entire day searching for him. We could’ve been done earlier if that human wasn’t so slow. I can’t believe he can let Malleus-sama out of his sight!” Sebek said.

“Ehh? Didn’t you also let Malleus-senpai out of your sight?” Epel asked the Diasomnia first year. The latter froze a little.

“N-No. Malleus-sama’s class wasn’t near mine at all today. It’s clearly that human’s fault.” Sebek said.

“Sebek, I’m sure Silver-senpai didn’t mean it. It’s just that Tsu- I mean, Malleus-sama likes taking walks around the school without anyone knowing, right?” You said, in hopes of calming down your friend.

“Hmm… Maybe you’re right, but still-” Sebek tried to argue but you cut him off.

“Sebek, it’s alright, mistakes happen all the time, let it go.” You said and sent a smile to him.

“A-Alright.” Sebek said, going back to his meal.

“You know what? Since you all had such a terrible day, let’s do something after dinner to clear your minds of it!” You suggested to your friends, their eyes lit up after you’ve said so.

“Yea!! But, what should we do?” Ace asked.

“How about a game?” Deuce said.

“What game?” Jack immediately asked. The 6 of you were brainstorming until Epel decided to speak up.

“How about Truth or Dare?” The Pomefiore first year piped up. You all took looks at each other before nodding.

“Sounds fun!” Ace said with a smirk.

“I’m in.” Deuce said, taking a bite out of his dinner.

“W-Well, it is just a game… I guess I’ll join since I have nothing better to do.” Jack said, his ears drooping slightly.

Alas, the only one who didn’t give a response was Sebek. So, you, Ace and Epel looked at him with the most adorable puppy eyes the 3 of you could muster. Jack was slightly confused but he has a gist of what you all were trying to do. Sebek looked at the 3 of you, his face slightly paling.

“W-Wha-“ Poor Sebek couldn’t even finish asking before you cut him off.

“Join our game Sebek!” You pleaded.

“It’ll be fun! We promise!” Ace continued after you. After the two of you had said this, you, Ace and Epel bombarded Sebek with the word ‘please’ over and over again.

“F-FINE! STOP YOUR PLEADING!” Sebek said, finally caving in to you, Ace and Epel’s chants of ‘please’. The three of you high fived each other and did a little cheer. Your cheering just so happened to wake Grim up from his nap.

“Fgnaaaaa…. What’s wrong with you people? Can’t you let a monster like me take a good nap for once?” Grim said as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. You giggled and petted Grim.

“Sorry Grim, but we were just excited! We’re playing truth or dare later.” You said, running your fingers through the creature as if you were to groom him.

“Truth or Dare? What’s that?” Grim asked you. You let out a small gasp.

“Grim… You… You don’t know what’s Truth or Dare?” You asked back the creature. He looked at you tiredly and shook his head.

“It’s like, the most common game ever to play with friends! You must’ve heard of it before!” Ace said to the furball.

“No, I have never heard of such game.” Grim replied the orange-haired student with a yawn.

“Well, you can see us play around before joining in later.” You said, handing him a can of tuna. “I remember owing you this.” The furball’s eyes lit up with sparkles.

“Fgnaaaaaaa!! Yes!!!!” Grim did a little happy dance and started to work his way into the can.

“So, where are we going to play later?” Sebek asked you all.

“Not Heartslabyul.” Ace said. “I cannot imagine enjoying the game with Riddle there.”

“Not Savanaclaw either. We can’t have a peaceful moment to ourselves there.” Jack said, shaking his head.

“Definitely not Pomefiore, unless you want our game session to turn into a makeover session.” Epel added on.

“Diasomnia isn’t the best option either. I’m pretty sure Lilia-senpai would interrupt us constantly.” Said Sebek.

“Well, I guess that just leaves my dorm right?” You said, laughing a little. “Then it’s settled then! We’ll have a small game session at Ramshackle Dorm. Now, hurry up and finish your dinner guys.” You ordered the boys as you finished your own dinner.

When they did, you all walked back to your dorm together, along the way, you guys had a nice little chat about what Professor Trein’s homework and how Lucius has a big influence on the class. The cat couldn’t help but meow at the end of each of the professor’s sentence. Ace even made fun of Deuce who meowed along once because he was half asleep then. When Deuce tried to defend himself by saying it was actually Lucius who made the sound and not him, Ace fired back at him saying that he was literally looking at him while he made the sound. Poor Deuce immediately turned red as the rest of you laughed. It’s okay, you comforted him after laughing for almost a minute.

Soon after, you arrived at your humble Ramshackle Dorm. You let everyone into the lounge and you guys started to discuss about the game that you were going to play. You guys decided to draw sticks to see who will go first. In the end, you had drawn the longest stick therefore you would start the game first.

“Alright then, let’s begin! Epel, truth or dare?” You asked your first victim and so the madness had begun.

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After a few rounds of Truth or Dare, you had ended up with Epel being punished to wear a pink dress and his hair was in an up-do. Ace and Deuce had been punished to switch places, their personalities, the marks on their eyes and even their clothes had been switched. Jack was dared to have makeup on his face, from mascara to lipstick, you name it, beauty products littered everywhere on his face, his tail was in a big braid as a dare. Sebek’s whole body was covered in glitter, everytime he moved, glitter would flutter off from his body, he was also punished to speak in hushed tones.

Yeah, let that sink in.

And for you, you just had to be in an uncomfortable pose. You were feeling pretty sore too, who would’ve thought you would have to do the game standing up with only one leg supporting you while one of your hands were stuck to your waist and the other on top of your head. This was a dare made by Sebek out of all people, and you can only leave the pose when someone else calls out your name. So, yeah, you were ABSOLUTELY SORE.

“I think I know how to play this game now!!” Grim suddenly yelled out.

“Final- I mean, good for you Grim! I have to be nice to everyone if I want to be an honor student!” Ace said to Grim, mocking Deuce who was clearly irked by this.

“Fgnaaaaaa! Why wouldn’t I know how to play? I am The Great Grim after all!!” Grim laughed out.

“Well, I guess you should get a turn, go on then, pick a student and ask them Truth or Dare.” Epel said.

“Hmmm… (Y/N) then!” Grim looked at you and you finally collapsed onto the ground.

“Thank you Gri-“ You were cut off by the furball.

“Truth, or Dare?” You looked at him with widen eyes.

“Hmm… I’m never doing dare again… So, truth!” You said, not moving from your position at all because you were too tired.

“Alright, Truth eh?” Grim said, putting a paw underneath his chin to make it look like he’s thinking of something. After a few seconds of ‘thinking’ the furball had come up with the question.

“I got it!!” Grim yelled. “Who do you have a crush on in this school?” Everybody froze.

Grim, no, you just… You just started a war.

“Hey! How about I switch okay? I choose Dare instead!!” You frantically yelled out.

But Grim already made up his mind.

“Alright then, I dare you to tell us your crush.” Grim said to you and your eye twitched. You got to hand it to the furball, that was one smart move.

“Argh! NO! I won’t say anything!” You said, crossing your arms and turning away from your friends.

“Hey! You didn’t let me do anything else than wear this stupid dress!” Epel argued with you.

“Guys, guys, no. If (Y/N) is acting so defensive, it must mean she has a crush.” Ace said. The boys looked at you while you slowly shrunk yourself.

“(Y/N), it is a dare.” Jack barely said for his face was too heavy with the amount of makeup on.

“Yeah (Y/N) come on, tell us! I as the troublemaker need to know because I’m dumb!” Deuce said, mocking Ace.

Truth be told, the boys treated each other like enemies when Grim asked the question as they each wanted to be your ‘crush’, they knew that everyone had spent their fair share of time with you and you must have a favorite, right?

So, with what Deuce had said, it seemed like a direct attack to Ace. And let me tell you, Ace was not happy at all.

“HEY! I HAVE BETTER GRADES THAN YOU!” Ace fired back to his dorm mate.

“SO?! IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’RE SMART IN YOUR EVERYDAY CHOICES!” Deuce yelled back.

“GUYS STOP.” Sebek said, getting in between them.

“Fine! Just because I don’t want to be covered in glitter as well.” Ace said.

“Hmph! Me neither!” Deuce said.

“Wait… Where’s (Y/N)?” Epel asked out. Everyone turned to where you sat only to find air there.

You see, while everyone was busy watching/stopping the fight between Ace and Deuce, you had sneakily taken off and ran straight for your dorm’s front door.

“(Y/N)!!! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!!” Epel yelled as he and the others started to run after you.

“NO! FREEDOM IS NEAR!” You yelled and opened the door and ran out of it. As you just left your dorm’s front yard, you saw the boys were already on their way chasing after you. Grim was also with them but he had a spot on Deuce’s shoulder.

So, you ran, with a bunch of ridiculously looking boys on your tail.

“Guys, we should circle her instead, so, split up!” Sebek told his friends. The others nodded and branched off. You turned your head to see only Sebek running at you at full speed. You gulped slightly before picking up your pace.

“(Y/N)! This could’ve been easier if you’ve just did the dare!” Sebek yelled at you.

“Over my dead body!!” You shouted back and took a sharp left at the end of a hallway, leading you to Main Street.

But when you arrived, you saw something pink slowly walking towards you. You widen your eyes as you realized that it was Epel in front of you. You turned your head to the left to find Jack slowly approaching you from that side. Your right was being approached by the two Heartslabyul boys so escaping from there isn’t an option. You also felt a presence behind you and you already knew who it was.

And with that, you were trapped. Escape was impossible then.

Or so you thought.

“Now, (Y/N), be a good little student who accepted a dare and tell us…” Ace said smugly.

“Yeah, no backing out (Y/N).” Deuce continued. You were overwhelmed.

“F-Fine! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” You said, covering your blushing. The boys all thought you looked adorable in that state. Could you blame them? You were looking all flustered and red and adorable while hiding her blushing face. Nothing could stop them from blushing slightly as well.

“Okay…” You said, taking a deep breath. The boys leaned in to you, wanting to hear more of your slightly trembling voice.

“My crush is-“

Ah, you were cut off. By a few voices actually.

“ACE! DEUCE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT?!”

“EPEL! IS THAT YOU?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EVIL QUEEN ARE YOU WEARING?!”

“Jack!! I need your help back at Savanaclaw!! Leona isn’t helping me!!”

“My oh my, if it isn’t Sebek, you know, Malleus would be disappointed.”

Yes, two dorm leaders and two vice dorm leaders were slowly walking to your group.

“Dorm Leader Rosehearts!” Ace and Deuce yelled to a red-looking Riddle.

“You two! It’s already curfew! If you don’t get back to your dorm in the next five minutes… IT’S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” Ace and Deuce’s eyes widen and ran at full speed to their dorm.

“Bye (Y/N)!! We’ll see you tomorrow!!” Ace and Deuce said as they ran back to Heartslabyul with Riddle following behind them, but of course Riddle walked slowly instead.

“EPEL!!!” Vil had yelled for his first-year. Epel let out a small groan before turning to look at Vil.

“What?” Your friend responded to his dorm leader.

“What in tarnation are you wearing?!” Vil questioned.

“Are you blind? It’s a dress.” Epel said with a straight face.

“Don’t make me slap you again. Come, we must go back to Pomefiore and get you out of this horrible outfit.” Vil said and dragged Epel away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow (Y/N).” Epel managed to say while being dragged back to his dorm by Vil.

“Jack! Didn’t you hear what I said?!” Ruggie was approaching Jack. “I told you that- HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT’S GOING ON WITH YOUR FACE?!?!” Ruggie couldn’t help himself as he turned Jack around only to be greeted with a makeup filled face.

“Yeah, yeah, you need my help right? Let’s just go now.” Jack said, dragging a laughing hyena upperclassman with him. “Bye (Y/N).” Said the wolf to you.

“My… Sebek… What a sight to see you like this.” Sebek froze for a good few seconds before turning around.

“Lilia-sama…” Sebek muttered in a low tone.

“I wonder how Malleus would react to this.” Lilia said and Sebek’s eyes widen.

“N-NO, MALLEUS-SAMA MUSN’T KNOW!” Sebek yelled.

“Then, I suggest you better hurry back to your dorm before he catches you.” Said Lilia with a small smirk on his face.

“We will meet again tomorrow (Y/N)!” Sebek said before rushing back to his dorm.

“Bye (Y/N)~” Lilia said to you before going back to his dorm himself.

After everyone were gone, you let out a breath you didn’t even knew you were holding.

“Fgnaaaaa… I only played one round though.” Grim said, as he plomped himself on your shoulder.

“I think one round is enough for you.” You said and started to walk back to Ramshackle Dorm.

“But seriously (Y/N), who is your crush?” Grim asked with curiosity.

“I don’t need a crush, I have you after all.” You said to Grim, patting his head.

“But but!” Grim asked further.

“No buts, either you stop asking about my crush or you don’t get to have tuna for the next few days.” You said with a stern tone.

“Fine…” Grim said and the two of you slowly made your way back to Ramshackle Dorm.

#twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #grim #mc/yuu #epel felmier #jack howl #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #ruggie bucchi #lilia vanrouge

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taecalikook · 4 years

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Love, Rekindled. (Epilogue)

summary : love is not over. or maybe it is?

{ex!au, wedding!au, breakup!au}

genre : angst, fluff

pairing : jeon jungkook x reader x kim taehyung (and ?)

word count : 2.5k

read the prequel one shot here Love, Rekindled.

TW : major plottwist LOL

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5 Years Later…

“You look beautiful, honey. I can’t believe this...”

You glance at your crying mother, then back at the reflection of yourself on the mirror in front of you. You are not really one to be confident in your own skin, but you do agree—you look exquisite in the broken white ball gown wedding dress you are wearing right now, the same-colored veil is clipped on the top of your head. Your makeup is superb, the apple of your cheek is rosy, lips softly bold. The constant diet and exercise you have endured for this day only are paying off as well, the curve of your dress looks amazing. In your grasp are beautiful warm pink peonies as a wedding bouquet.

“Let’s go, Y/N.” Your wedding planner has signaled you that the processing will start at your arrival. You heave a deep breath.

“Let me do that for you, Y/N.” Namjoon swiftly walks to your side, helping you to settle the veil to the back of your head. You softly smile at your bridesmaid, slightly nodding. You are still swooning over the fact that Namjoon is wearing a lilac colored suit to match with your theme—it understandably looks good on him.

Your mother quickly takes you by the arm, as she will be the one walking you down the aisle. She takes multiple breaths, and you understand how nervous she must be right now—but you seriously can’t imagine anyone walking you other than her. Your mother’s constant support and resilience is what have led you up to this point, it just had to be her.

Walking down to the church, you count every step along with your raucous heartbeat. This is it. You are marrying the love of your life. In a few minutes, you will be sworn to marriage with someone you are going to spend the rest of your life with.

And truth to be told, you can’t be more terrified.

They said it’s normal. To have that prewed jitters, to be nervous, to be spooked and all they said before.

But it’s different. Not when he is here.

You look to your mother, as she squeezes your hand on her grasp with a comforting smile. “Let’s get you married, sweetie.”

Then the doors are opened. Everyone is looking back in your direction, every eye is staring at you. The focus. The beautiful blushing bride.

And for a second, you let the illusion invade your mind. Yes, you are indeed beautiful. Yes, you are marrying the love of your life now. Yes, you are happy.

Yes, you won’t regret it.

And even among all those prodding eyes, your sight falls to a pair of familiar doe eyes, looking at you with a thin smile. Then at once, it feels like the air is squeezed out of your body, and your chest constricts in pain.

It hurts.

And at once, the remembrance of what happened a few years ago rewinds on your head like a broken old tape.

“Why are you doing this to me?!”

“What are you saying—”

“You lied to me, Y/N. You lied to me! You’re with him right now, aren’t you?!”

“I am not with him. I’m at home, alone.”

“Why should I fucking trust you?! Tell me, you still love him, aren’t you?!”

You tried. You tried everything you could. You endured the pain of long distance with Jungkook, since his father had fallen sick and needed him near. And you understood it better than anyone—the helplessness when you really had no choice but to surrender at what happened. So when Jungkook had to leave the next week after that eventful christmas party, you decided to let go of your fear and try building something with him. Because you loved him, and you trusted him more than anything and anyone.

But apparently, you learned the hard way that trust is built on mutual respect—since it was not the same for Jungkook.

After Junsu—your teammate that has been caught in a fraud alleged case resigned, there was some shuffling conducted and Taehyung was reassigned back as a manager in your team. And you couldn’t lie, it was good to have Taehyung near again. He was the soulmate, the best friend for life, everything you wished him to be. And probably, the bond you had with him was what made Jungkook change into someone you didn’t know anymore. He turns into someone insecure, doubtful, and yet the worst thing was he became distrustful to you.

And at the beginning, you could understand what he felt. Yet as it progressed day by day, you understood that maybe you were right. You couldn’t water a dead flower. And the flower you planted with him was dead the day he doubted everything—including your love and loyalty.

After you broke up, you took some time to yourself. It would be a definite lie that it did not hurt you even a bit, because you were frustrated beyond words. There were times you even regret things, yet when the memory of Jungkook shouting in the call for you to ensure you were not with Taehyung, it stopped your every movement. You loved him, so you let him go. There was no way it could end happily—both of you are wearing each other off.

Then Taehyung came. As a stricly best friend. And as easy as one two three, you fell for him harder this time. Deeper and deeper by days.

So when your steps are closing to Jungkook’s side of the crowd, you let out a few sighs and hold your head high. You don’t want to look back at him—at your past, or you’ll cry. Or you’ll start rethinking everything again. You’ll ruin everything again. And that’s the last thing you want to.

Then, your eyes fell at the man standing at the altar, gazing at you softly with the beautiful, boxy smile that lights your whole world. He was standing beside his best men, Seokjin, Yoongi and Jimin, meanwhile on the other side is Namjoon and Hoseok as your bridesmaid—and you seriously couldn’t think of a better people standing on those altar.

Seeing Taehyung smiling at you that charmingly, you wouldn't believe that it’s him you’re finally marrying—but you’re more than ecstatic that you are. Taehyung is literally another you, a soulmate, a part of you that you could never let go. He is the one that is relentlessly standing by your side. Taking care of you, prioritizing you in the way no one could—and that’s all what you wanted from him.

And what happened an hour ago is the turning point. You made numerous mistakes, yet marrying him is not even on the curve. It’s the best thing that will ever happen to you.

Sitting in front of the mirror, you stared at the bland reflection staring back at you. You can’t even picture how horrifying it must be to be her right now, wearing a breath-taking wedding dress yet is not met with a smile, even a bit.

‘Jungkook is outside.’ An anonymous voice whispers inside your head. Yet you quickly shut your eyes and shook your head—desperate to have the words erased.

“Jungkook is outside.”

The voice is real.

You turn in shock, finding a lone Taehyung standing at the door. He is already wearing the black suit with distinctive boutonnière, oak brown hair styled beautifully that shows his beautiful forehead. He looks dashing, yet the smile he wears is almost sad—and it kills you to be the one causing it to him.

“What?”

“It’s him, Y/N. He’s outside.” Taehyung whispers, voice croaked. “He’s outside if.. If you want to—”

“To what?” You stared at Taehyung with a distant tone, yet he avoided your eyes.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“Tell me. I want what?”

Taehyung is no longer timid, his eyes are staring at yours, the sadness is immeasurable. You can sense frustration and deep emotion radiating off him, and it saddened you to have him feel this way. But you got no other way.

“I’m giving you the last chance.” Taehyung whispers, the vehemence is overwhelming. “The last chance to change your mind. I’ll kindly accept everything you want to do. I will hate you—of course I will, but I won’t hold you back. I don’t want you to regret me—to regret us.”

You are still silent, gaze immobile. “I want you to go down this road with me wholeheartedly, Y/N. I want you to love me, and only me. I want to be your one, for life. So if there’s even a small, selfish want inside you to be with him, let me know. And I’ll try accepting it.”

Your breaths are slowing, you took a step closer to him. A tear has already escaped his eyes—and it is the second time you saw it after the break up years ago. Yet the only thing inside your head is to make it go away.

“I’m sorry.”

Taehyung’s legs are close to giving in, the thought of you running away and leaving him behind—before you capture him inside your hold. “I’m sorry if you had to feel this way. I’m sorry that I closed my eyes and made you feel insecure about my past.”

“But I swear to you, Taehyung. I love you. I will keep on loving you until forever. What we had—I won’t trade it for anything.” You whisper softly, eyes gazing at him in reassurance. “That chapter, it was over. It was beautiful, yet I let go. I’m looking forward to my future with you now, so don’t give up on me yet. Or ever. Can you promise me that?”

And at that point, the both of you are already crying. Taehyung holds you close, then moves his hand to capture you by the nape and pulls you closer to his lips. It is a slow, innocent kiss, yet it is literally the most tasteful kiss you ever shared with him. A wonderful feeling just to have him close, and to finally end everything inside of you that remotely expected something else. You already closed everything. Every little thing.

“You know, it was supposed to be bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” Taehyung jokes, as he kisses you again, his fingers fixing your hair. You roll your eyes.

“It is. Probably because the groom just couldn’t get his hand off the bride and ruin the makeup and the beautiful dress.” You irk playfully, and Taehyung giggles. He looks glowing now, perfectly happy like you expect him to. And you wouldn’t trade this feeling and his happiness for anything—you wish you could remember this everyday.

“You know what could be perfect? For me to fuck you in this dress.” Taehyung whispers in your ear, and you instantly punch him in the chest which sends him to a coughing fit until he falls a few steps back.

“Baby, can we save this hulk power of yours for the wedding night instead of hurting your groom on the wedding day?”

“You wish. If you keep on doing this, I swear I’ll get you erected like never before and leave you hanging, just like that.” You threaten, and Taehyung quickly retreats in obvious fear. You giggle at him.

Another seconds just staring at each other, Taehyung clears his throat and walks himself to the door. You are unable to take your eyes off him, the warmth seeping inside of your chest.

“See you on the altar?”

“See you on the altar.”

Jungkook stares at his drink.

Yet he couldn’t stop thinking about your beautiful smile.

Jungkook turns to the people dancing on the dance floor.

Yet he couldn’t stop thinking about how breathtaking you looked.

Jungkook stares at the couples kissing on the booth.

Yet he couldn’t stop thinking about how radiant you looked kissing your groom at the altar.

Why can’t it be him? Why can’t it be him kissing you on that altar? Why can’t he be the one making you happy?

He was certain. He was certain that it’s you. It’s only you that can make him feel complete. You are his one. You are the only chance.

Yet you’re now with someone else. Which is now completely his fault.

“Dude, you’re okay?” Yoongi peers at the younger man in concern as Jungkook swiftly pushes the liquid down the throat. “Jungkook. Answer me.”

Jungkook coldly stares at him, pushing him away in annoyance. “Of course I’m not fucking okay, Yoongi. Someone I love is married. What do you expect me to? Give a toast at their wedding? Dancing along with the Conga line? Lying to the bride saying I’m happy for you when I’m clearly not?!”

Jungkook is aggrieved beyond words, Yoongi can clearly see it. But there is no other way for him then to accept that fact—you are married with someone else that is not him.

“I should have fought more for her. I should have understood. I should have been more lenient.” Jungkook weakly whispers more to himself, grimacing at the taste after another shot went down his throat. “But you know what is ironic?”

Yoongi waits silently until Jungkook continues. “That it probably didn’t matter whether I fought for her or not—she is meant to be with Taehyung.” The pain is unbearable now, his palms are clenching his constricting chest. The physical pain is evident now for him.

“I hate this terribly, Yoongi. I hate the fact that I should be hating her—I should be. But when I was at her door before the wedding, and I heard what they were talking about, I couldn’t bear to…”

“What were you doing at her door?”

Another shot before he continues between sobs. “I wanted to see her again, I was desperate and I missed her, but he was there, and I listened. He gave her a chance to be with me again. Taehyung did it, yet she refused.”

“He gave him the chance, but she said no. Even if I stubbornly charge into her and ask her to leave with me, here is no way her heart could be mine like it was before. Everything has changed, and I need to accept it.”

Ten minutes of silence before Jungkook continues. “But you know what the most pathetic thing? The two second she hesitated—that’s what consoled me. The two seconds she was thinking about running away with me, that kept me going on.” Yoongi stares at Jungkook in disbelief. “That kept me from denying that what I had with her is that discernible. That made me think—that what we had probably meant that much to her too. Even if I could only hope it to be true.”

“You know it’s true.” Yoongi mutters slowly while still staring at Jungkook. Yoongi shifts his saddened stare trained to the bar before blinking his eyes, letting the tears fall on it’s own. Jungkook’s feelings—Yoongi might understand it better than anyone else. “She loved you, Jungkook.”

“Loved.” The grieving grin formed on his lips. Like the word couldn’t wound him more.

“I hope you can find someone else, Jungkook.” Yoongi continues, the sadness in his chest is too overwhelming now. The words are already at his tongue, but how can he say it when Jungkook’s clearly struggling with his own?

“I hope you can find someone to appreciate you, and will go through everything with you, and will love you better than anyone ever has.”

Like I can.

“Yeah, like if.” Jungkook snorts. Love again? This one is painful enough he probably had enough of love. It was not meant to be his, he was sure of it. “Fuck love. I had enough. You, me, drinking, okay?” Jungkook smiles as he pour another drink to the older man’s glass.

Yoongi shifts down, biting his lips.

It’s okay, Jungkook. I’ll wait. Patiently.

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levisnackajack · 3 years

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The Wrath of War

Chapter Seventeen

“We’ll get through this,” Eren had said, pulling his friends into a tight, group hug. Eden nodded, the muffled voices around her slowly slowly becoming sharper and clearer.

Where was she?

“You, Mikasa, Eden and I. We’ll join the Scout Regiment and fight for the sea. We’ll fight for the taste of freedom. And then when that day comes, we’ll sit together and reminisce about all the tough times we’ve gone through just to get to that moment,” Armin replied softly as they pulled away.

Each child had a flame in their eyes. Two pairs of crystal blue eyes, a duo of onyx jewels as well as another pair of honey-colored eyes that glinted with a shade of emerald. After the horrors they had witnessed that day in Shiganshina; the deaths that had cracked through each crevice of their bones; they had vowed to fight until death grabbed their hand.

Eden felt drowsy as the world around her slowed down and the faces of her friends grew blurry. She looked around to see the atmosphere change, those distant voices that rang at the back of her mind growing more realistic.

“Hey, Eden, I brought you an apple. Well, honestly, Connie made me give it up. I actually really wanted to eat that apple...-”

Slap

“Ouch, sorry. Scratch that, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just joking, hehe,” Sasha rambled on, rubbing her arm as she rolled her eyes at Connie’s irked stare.

Velveteen lashes fluttered opened gradually; the immediate light burning her pupils. Eden hissed, shutting her eyes once more as she came to her senses at a dreadfully slow pace. She caught sight of the familiar layout vividly resembling the medical quarters situated at their base.

Two light gasps bounced through the air. Her bed shifted under moving weight and once she took a deep breath; Eden managed to open one eye.

Sasha and Connie stared at her through comically wide eyes. The girl blinked slowly at them, raising a weak hand to touch her pounding temple.

“What...happened?”

The duo exchanged glances and Sasha swallowed thickly. Connie bounced on his heels before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck.

“You got severely injured on the battlefield. Safe to say, you were this close to being squeezed to death,” Connie pinched his fingers together, indicating the lack of space between his index and his thumb finger. “You’ve been out cold for the past couple of days, on IV’s and stuff, I don’t know.”

Eden tried sitting up, but the weight of her tattered body pleaded her to remain still. “What do you mean I’ve been ‘out cold for the past couple of days’? What about Armin? He was with me, is he okay? And the rest, where are they?” The words trickled out through her lips like a mellow waterfall.

Sasha sent her a wary smile, placing her hand over hers against the warm blanket. “Everyone from our team is healthy and safe. Unfortunately, we can’t say the same about Hange’s squad. She lost a couple of her comrades during the battle.” She lowered her eyes as she spoke, bottom lip quivering.

Eden let go of a slow sigh, the movement causing her lungs to burn up and swell against her heart. She palmed the fabric of her blanket in between her fingers. “Shit. Was the mission a failure then? Did we manage to secure the sighting hotspot?”

Both of her comrade-friends shook their heads glumly. Connie spoke up.

“We came back to help Hange’s team after seeing that separation would only make things worse. Captain Levi shot the final flare at the sight of literally a dozen titans heading our way. We just didn’t have enough manpower to push through all of them; especially since your team was already completely ambushed. No one expected it to be that bad...”

Eden stayed silent as she tried to process his words. Her brain racked against her skull as she thought about all the pain and suffering her fallen comrades had experienced right before their lives were ripped out of their bodies by the vile, humanoid creatures. It made her blood boil and her lip quiver.

“How did you manage to pull me out of the titan’s grasp? I can’t remember much except how peaceful I began feeling when I finally closed my eyes...I thought I was dead...”

“We’re so happy you’re not, Eden. What happened was...-”

“Excuse me, leave the poor girl to rest,” the familiar voice of the assigned nurse made her two friends jump out of their skin. She ushered them both out in an irritated voice before walking back to Eden.

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong with me? When can I join my team back on the field...-”

“Not anytime soon, dear. You should be grateful you’re not currently six-feet under. Your lungs collapsed due to the pressure, so you’ll be sticking to bedrest for the time being until it gets better. Don’t look at me like that, I told you, it could’ve been worse. There was some internal bleeding that we stopped once you arrived, what else...ah yes, you’re lucky...this time, you managed to fracture just two ribs!” The nurse told her, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she spoke.

Eden refrained from the need to roll her eyes at her and involuntarily winced instead at the sudden pains in her chest. The medic assured her that this would happen often until her internal organs heal with the help of medication, rest and the will to live.

Deep down, through all the trauma her body underwent that day; Eden’s mind was fixed on one tiny thought that seemed to devour her entire soul; would Captain Levi come and visit her?

The day’s hours quickly trickled by as Eden spent it dealing with constant visits, naps and by sulking and glaring at the ceiling. She begged the nurse to give her something to numb the pain; but the older woman had assured her that she will do so after dinner.

Eden didn’t even have enough energy to snap back at her.

The sun began settling, bringing in a warm, orange shade into the infirmary. The rays grazed against Eden’s blanket, caressing her skin softly as her body began to ache. Mikasa had just left, bidding her a good night after helping Eden bathe.

The injured girl felt like such a nuisance and begged her friend multiple times to leave, stating she could manage on her own. But Mikasa being Mikasa; never left her side. Her nurse finally injected her with a large dose of painkillers, assuring her that they would stop the pain for at least a couple of long hours. She had also told her that they would make her feel sleepy and droopy. Eden merely nodded and thanked her for the medication.

Now, tightly wrapped up in her warm duvet, the charcoal-haired girl counted the each clock tick; completely bored out of her mind. She didn’t feel like the medicine had kicked in yet; but the nurse had reassured her that it could take some time for them to kick in and knock her out. Her eye twitched at the sound of the door gently opening.

A tender smile crept up on her face as he made his way towards her bed.

“Hi, Jeanie-boy,” she greeted him softly, tilting her head towards him against the pillow.

His expression was strained and that remained intact when he sent her a smile, pulling her hand into his. “Hi, darling. How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better, but I’ll manage. Can’t get rid of me that quickly now, can you?”

He let go of a gentle huff, his thumb rubbing circles against her soft skin. Eden bit her lip, brows lacing together slightly. He remained silent, staring down at their interlinked fingers.

“Something is wrong. Talk to me,” she urged him gently, squeezing his hand with her palm.

Jean pursed his lips tightly; clenching his jaw tightly as contemplation painted against his tense face. “Do you remember what happened...that day?”

Eden’s own expression grew more rigid as she tried her best to call back any memories she had. She released an exasperated sigh, sinking deeper into the pillow.

“I’m sorry Jean. I really can’t remember much. My horse threw me off the saddle; Armin came back for me...we ran towards the horses and then a titan just grabbed me. That’s all I recall.”

Jean bit his lip before running a hand across his face; shifting against her mattress. She watched him silently, afraid that if she pushed him; he’d snap at her. And she wanted Jean to open up on his own terms.

“I feel like I can’t really do this anymore, Eden.”

Her almond eyes grew larger, lips parting in wonder. “Can’t do what, Jean? What’s going on?”

The boy only shook his head in response, eyes betraying how deep in thought he was. Eden’s heart clenched uneasily.

“I can’t just share you. It’s not right and I don’t feel good knowing I can’t have you all to myself.”

His confession hung in the air heavily. Jean watched her carefully as she tried understanding his words. But, to no avail.

“I-I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

Jean pinched the bridge of his nose before saying, “You’ll understand what I’m telling you on your own terms. I’m sorry it has to go down this way. You mean so much to me, Chiasa. And I can fully understand the situation you’re in right now. The confusion and all. I’ve been in that position. Which is why I’m trying to help you make things easier- even if nothing makes sense to you right now.”

Eden placed her other hand over his, grazing the skin on the back of his palm reassuringly. She listened intently to each word; feeling her heart crack just a little bit.

“I don’t want to lose you, Jean.”

The boy made a face, leaning in closer towards the resting girl. “Psh, who said anything about losing anyone? There’s no way in hell you’ll lose me, Eden; you can trust me on that. Otherwise, you can write a letter to my mother and tell her how embarrassed I was when she sent me that stuffed plush bear and you were the one who caught me with it.”

The memory made Eden laugh, her eyes crinkling at the edges as Jean’s own brown eyes twinkled down at her.

“That’s a deal.”

Jean leaned in closer, pressing his warm, plush lips against Eden’s forehead. She closed her eyes, taking in his scent that seemingly overwhelmed her entirely. Everything with him was so cozy, definite and practically perfect. It was such a stark juxtaposition to the feelings the man with steely, blank eyes sparked within her.

“But, just because I’ve decided to let you go now, does not mean I will not keep trying,” he muttered when pulling away. Eden sent him a toothy grin that was masked with a layer of grimness once her question slammed against her brain.

“Can you tell me what happened after I blacked out?”

Jean’s eyes darkened as he looked down at their hands. He gritted his teeth, craning his neck to the side before meeting her curious gaze.

“I...I was the one who saved you.” He hesitated for a moment, but continued nevertheless. “When all went to shit and the Captain shot the terminated mission flare; I made my way back to you. I don’t know what it was, but I just knew that something was wrong. I found Armin charging at the bastard that had grabbed you, aiming for its wrist tendon but...I managed to slice its nape seconds before you were going to land in its mouth. It was a miracle, really. If I was even a millisecond late; you would have...died.”

Eden felt like the air was knocked out of her bruised lungs. She looked away, realization creeping down her spine as she thought back to how close she was to death. Only to be saved and gifted with another chance at life. She suppressed a yawn, her lids growing heavier.

Jean released an empty, humorless laugh; shaking his head at the memories that flashed before his eyes. “And then, when I got to you...you said his name.” He stood abruptly, gently laying Eden’s hand back against the softness of the duvet as she watched him sleepily; her mind overpowered by the drug previously injected into her bloodstream to tend to the pains.

She was drowning in so many questions, but felt like she didn’t have enough time to answer them for herself. She called for Jean gently; earning a sweet, supple smile from the boy as he gazed down at her. His head snapped towards the entrance and immediately, his expression contorted into one filled with deep-rooted vexation.

“Out of everyone within the walls; why him?” Jean muttered under his breath- a question devoted more to himself rather than the dazed girl on the brink of slumber. He bid her a good night and went his separate way.

Eden groaned in response, her lids completely slipping shut by the time the sound of approaching boots had reached her ears.

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Thank you for all the support!! xx

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blackrose343 · 3 years

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DMC Secret Santa 2020

Warnings: None

Devil May Cry - Vergil x Lady

Fanfic summary: Lady and Vergil completed their mission early giving Lady some time to do some last minute shopping. Once done, they are welcomed back with a holiday party.

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Hi @unlucky-leek! I’m your secret santa for the @dmcsecretsanta event! Happy holidays!

Lady was sitting on the ledge of a building, reloading her hand guns. Afterwards, she examined Kalina Ann II. Her brows knitted together when she saw the deep claw marks. She hoped Kailina Ann wasn’t too damaged. Lady never intended to use Kalina Ann II as a shield but she had to. If she didn’t, she would have been chopped into pieces. Kalina Ann II didn’t appear to have too much damage. She tried to examine the inner parts but knew Nico would do a better job. Lady determined Kalina Ann II was alright for now, then placed it on her back. Once Kalina Ann II was secured she started to search for Vergil.

Lady followed the demonic cries. She shot a couple demons down along the way. Shooting them was a mundane task compared to earlier. Barely any thinking was involved, giving Lady the time to go through her thoughts. She noticed Dante was assigning her more missions with Vergil recently. Lady was nonchalant about it. She doesn’t mind working with Vergil. In fact, she was happy to work with him; to be with him. Although, Vergil seemed to detest working with her more than usual. She had no idea why. She didn’t think she was that bad of a partner.

Lady found Vergil finishing off the last demon. A clean slice through the demon’s neck was all it took. The head rolled onto the ground. Vergil tapped the body so it would fall backwards. He swung Yamato through the air, removing the demon’s blood from Yamato. He sheathed Yamato, then turned to Lady. He was greeted by her cute little smirk. Lady’s hand was on her hip and she was playfully tapping her foot. Knowing Lady finished her portion of the mission before him irked Vergil.

“Is that all of them?” Lady saw that Vergil's scowl was deeper than usual. This meant something was bothering him. To get his mind off of it, she decided to tease him.

“Of course. Why else would I be here waiting for you?” She blew Vergil a kiss as she swiftly walked past him. Vergil silently hoped Lady didn’t see any indication of a blush. His eyes briefly lingered on her swaying form. He tried his best to ignore Lady. He was in no mood to jest with her or deal with his feelings for her. To keep himself from doing either he listened to Lady. She was more than eager to deem their mission “complete”. She craved a night of fun and relaxation. Vergil on the other hand could care less. He would prefer to get back home and continue the book he was reading. Well, part of him would.

Another part of Vergil wished he could hold Lady in his arms. He could never get himself to show his emotions let alone tell anyone his desires. Ever since he got back from the Underworld, he tried to get along with everyone. It was no easy task, especially after everything he’s done. He started to feel lonely when he realized no one wanted to be around him. He remembers a few missions went by before Lady started treating him decently. Soon after, the others started to warm up to him. As time passed, Vergil started to develop feelings for Lady. Vergil never expected Lady to return the feelings he had for her. He sighed then caught up with Lady.

Lady was on the phone, talking to Nico. She was letting Nico know where to pick them up. Nico explained the van was experiencing issues. She may not get to them for a few hours. Lady found this to be a pleasant surprise. She wanted to take the opportunity to wander around town and go shopping. She had some last minute shopping to take care of. Lady told Vergil he could go home. Vergil decided to stay with her to make sure all the demons were eliminated. And to spend more time with her.

Lady admired the decorated city. It was filled with colorful lights, drapes, ornaments, and many more decorations. Lady noticed she was not the only one who had some shopping to do. There were lines of people everywhere. Some of the lines were long enough to go around buildings. Everyone was racing everywhere with bags and boxes. Cars were back to back searching for a parking spot. Vergil questioned Lady’s decision about shopping. He suggested she order everything online. Lady dismissed Vergil’s concern then went to the first clothing store in sight.

Vergil slumped in a chair, attempting to read a magazine that was lying around. He was waiting for Lady to come out of the dressing room for what felt like the millionth time. He couldn’t figure out how many clothing stores he went to within the last couple hours. At each one Lady tried on an infinite amount of outfits. Each time Vergil would give Lady a simple compliment or give a subtle show of approval. They were not the reactions Lady was looking for so she would go back to the dressing room and change. When she was done trying on outfits, they would move on to another store. It was an endless cycle Vergil no longer wanted to be a part of.

A few men tried to give Vergil advice on how to make the cycle end. One man said to be dramatic and really show how much he liked the outfits Lady picked. Another man told Vergil to tell Lady what he liked about the outfit. Vergil made a “tsk” sound, then sulked in the chair. He was hoping Lady would find an outfit soon then decide to go home.

Lady stood in the dressing room. She looked at the clothes she chose to try on. She wasn’t sure what to try on next. The outfits she tried on so far varied from professional to slutty. The whole time she has been trying to find something that would “wow” Vergil. Lady knew this would be a hard task to accomplish but come on. There had to be something that would get a genuine reaction out of him.

Lady went through everything she picked until her eyes caught sight of a dress she picked out. On a hanger was a backless cocktail dress with a sterling silver chain. The dress was midnight blue with a bit of shimmer to it. There was a slit down on the right side starting at the upper leg. Lady almost chose to not try it on. When Lady shops for clothes, she looks for outfits she can fight in. She was unsure if she could fight in it without it getting ripped to pieces. If she had to be honest, she chose the dress because it was cute. Eh, what the hell?

“What do you think?” The men trying to converse with Vergil gasped, awed by the sight before them. Vergil lifted his head curious enough to see what was in front of him. Lady walked out of the dressing room straight to the multiple mirrors on the pedestal. She was looking at herself in the mirrors from all angles. She nearly missed seeing Vergil’s reaction: widened eyes, mouth slightly agape. Lady was more than certain she saw a small blush on Vergil. She turned to Vergil smirking. Pretending to be coy, Lady put a finger on her lip, then spoke. “So I take it you like it.”

Vergil tried to compliment Lady but he got tongue tied. Lady couldn’t help herself from laughing at Vergil’s reaction. Vergil’s small blush grew from embarrassment. Vergil wanted to turn his blushing face away from Lady. Thankfully, Lady was merciful and went to change. The men congratulated Vergil on ending the cycle for the night, then started to talk about Lady. Vergil was not pleased with everything he heard. He gave all the men the coldest death-glare he could ever muster. Immediately, all the men left, terrified to find out what would happen if they didn’t.

Lady was hiding her excitement over Vergil’s reaction to the dress. To her, it was more of an accomplishment than completing the mission early. Lady bought the dress even though she knew she wouldn’t wear it often. She gave Vergil the packaged dress then made her way out the door. Vergil chuckled to himself then pursued Lady.

They were walking around town with no destination in mind. Vergil was thankful Lady managed to finish her last minute shopping. Lady started a conversation about their holiday plans. She was going to hangout with Trish (and more than likely do more shopping). For the first time, in a long time, Vergil was going to spend the holidays with his family. Lady couldn’t help but laugh at Vergil. His expression when he told her his holiday plans got to her. She could tell Vergil wasn’t too ecstatic to spend the holidays with Dante. To be honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if they got into another fight. Well, at least Nero would be able to stop them if it happens.

“Come on!!! Hurry up!! I wanna go ice skating!!!” A little kid, followed by others, zoomed by. This caused Lady to almost bump into someone. Vergil grabbed onto Lady’s hand and pulled her close to him. He pulled Lady to him with a bit more force than necessary. To keep her from falling onto him, Vergil twirled her into his arm. For a second, Vergil thought Lady leaned into him; tried to get closer to him. He quickly dismissed the thought. Believing it was his desire to be with her misinterpreting the situation. He unwrapped his arm, then released Lady’s hand.

Surprisingly, Vergil’s embrace was warm and welcoming. Lady wanted to stay in his embrace longer; to savor it. She could have sworn she felt Vergil nuzzle his face in her hair. Maybe she was delusional. Lady wouldn’t deny Vergil letting go of her so quickly hurt. Lady wasn’t completely upset. She knew Vergil wasn’t fully comfortable with physical contact. She wished he would be willing to hold her and let her hold him. She also wished Vergil would enjoy being with her.

“I think that’s Nico’s van.” Vergil looked ahead, noticing the beaten white van. Lady playfully challenged him to race to the van. It was no surprise Vergil won. It was a surprise he teleported ahead of Lady at the last second. Lady was ahead of him but not by much. He could have easily passed her. Because of this Lady teased Vergil about cheating. Vergil didn’t refute. He smiled to himself as he decided to let Lady have her fun.

“Why is it so cold in here?!” Vergil could see Lady’s breath with every word she said. He noticed Lady was trying her best to hide her shivering. Vergil never realized how easily humans could get cold. He wrapped his coat around Lady’s shoulders. Lady immediately accepted Vergil’s offer by sliding her arms through the coat’s sleeves.

“I told you earlier! The van’s heating stopped working. I tried to modify a part...something happened…” Nico cursed to herself as she made her way through the crowded town.

Lady fell asleep during the ride. Her head rested on Vergil’s shoulder. Vergil pushed some of Lady’s hair away from her eyes then let his mind wander. A few times, he snuck glances at her. Seeing her in his coat was pleasant. For a bit, Vergil believed Lady was truly his.

Dante was sitting at his desk already drunk from eggnog. Most of everyone else was putting up the last of the decorations. Trish was helping Kyrie put food on the table. Dante welcomed everyone back then declared the holiday party could officially begin. Confusion filled the air. Nico didn’t know Dante celebrated the holidays. Lady doesn’t remember Dante ever doing so. Vergil was trying to process what was happening. Nero explained that Dante needed an excuse to avoid seeing Patty. They shrugged it off, then went to do their own thing.

“Psst. Dante.” Nico grabbed Dante’s attention before anyone else could. She motioned for Dante to come to her. She waved her hand in front of her face. She didn’t expect Dante’s breath to reek of eggnog. Nico ignored it as she talked to him. “Hey, I think Vergil has a crush on Lady.”

“I AL-ALREADY KNOW LADY LI-IKES MY BROTH-HER! WHY DO YOU THI-INK I KEEP HAVI-ING HER GO ON MISSIONS WITH HIM?!” Dante’s drunken outburst was unexpected. Nico slapped her hand over Dante’s mouth to prevent him from blurting anything else. She whispered at Dante to shut up, then looked around them. A sigh of relief escaped Nico. Thank god, neither Lady nor Vergil were around.

Wait, did Dante say Lady likes Vergil? Nico got Dante to quietly repeat what he said. She had to make sure Dante wasn’t mixing up the names. After Nico got him to repeat Lady likes Vergil multiple times, she came up with an idea. She asked Dante if he wanted to help her get Lady and Vergil together. Dante replied to Nico’s mischievous offer with a smirk. Nico whispered some ideas to Dante. Dante left Nico to find Vergil. Nico recruited Trish to help her and Dante. Trish thought what they were doing was childish. She also thought it was about time Lady and Vergil got together. She noticed they both had feelings for each other months ago.

“So, I hear you like Vergil?” Trish teased Lady. A blush raced across Lady’s face. Lady was unsuccessful in convincing Trish it wasn’t true. Trish couldn’t stifle her laughter. She made Lady feel like a love-struck teenager all over again. Nico encouraged Lady to make the first move. Lady quickly brushed her and Trish off. She believed it was the holiday spirit taking over them. There was no indication that Vergil had feelings for her.

“Both of you say Vergil likes me. It doesn’t seem like it to me.” Lady told them about how Vergil’s been treating her recently. Nico and Trish assured Lady it was Vergil attempting to ignore his feelings. Lady sensed they weren’t lying. But what if they’re wrong?

“Drink this and confess already. I’ve been waiting for months.” Trish gave Lady the liquid courage Nico brought. Lady’s blush strengthened. She didn’t think her feelings for Vergil were so obvious. To make Trish and Nico leave her alone, Lady drank the liquid courage.

Vergil tried his best to behave. As the night progressed, Vergil got closer to losing it. Non-stop Dante has been bumping him into Lady. Vergil tried to ignore Dante. He even prepared himself for Dante’s drunken antics. Except Dante changed the amount of force with each push. Some bumps were feather light. Others felt as if Dante was a battering ram. He knew they weren’t accidental or at least not all of them. He couldn’t understand why Dante kept bumping him into Lady. Dante knowing his feelings for Lady never crossed his mind.

“Watch it, Dante!” Dante’s last bump made Vergil push Lady into a wall. Vergil pushed Dante away from him. He turned to Lady, checking to see if she was okay. Lady told Vergil her shoulder might bruise but she was alright. Vergil gave Lady’s shoulder a quick rub. He restrained himself from kissing her shoulder.

“Cccooome ooonnnn, Verge. Lighten up. It was an accident.” Dante made his way to the table holding the eggnog.

“Don’t you think you had enough for tonight?” Trish thought it was best to cut Dante off for the night. It wasn’t worth Dante and Vergil getting into a fight. She attempted to block Dante. Dante reached around Trish for another glass. Vergil swiped the glass from Dante. Dante reached for the glass as Vergil stretched himself as high up as he could. Everyone watched Dante climb onto Vergil to retrieve his eggnog. Vergil lost his balance causing him to spill the eggnog and Dante falling on top of him. Vergil pushed Dante off of him. Dante grieved his momentary loss, then remembered he could get another cup. Vergil carried Dante to his room. A loud “bang” followed by the sound of a lock could be heard from upstairs.

Lady watched Vergil go straight outside to the fire pit. She knew he wanted to calm himself before interacting with anyone else. The orange-yellowish glow revealed he was once again deep in thought. He stared into the flames as if he was searching for something. Lady went to Vergil with the hope of getting his mind off of whatever he was thinking. She greeted Vergil making sure her company was welcomed. His low hum was Lady's indication she wasn’t bothering him. Lady sat next to Vergil, facing her palms to the warm fire.

"Why did you come out here? I can tell you're already cold again?" Vergil wrapped his coat around Lady. Lady chuckled, amused Vergil would be so willing to lend her his coat so quickly. She explained that she was concerned about him. There was no reason for him to come outside by himself. For him to continue to be alone.

Vergil conversed with Lady. She took the opportunity to ask what Vergil thought of her. She explained he’s been more aloof around her than usual lately. She didn’t believe it was because she couldn’t handle herself on missions. So she concluded it was something else. Vergil apologized to her. He had no idea he was treating Lady so coldly. The last thing Vergil ever wanted her to believe was that he didn’t want to be around her. The temptation to tell Lady his true feelings for her were at their strongest. Finding the words to do so eluded him. He pushed his hair back, then stared into the flames. Lady sat back waiting for Vergil to explain himself.

“Ever since I returned from the Underworld, I’ve...been having difficulty adjusting to the human world.” Vergil solemnly looked at Lady. Lady sensed Vergil’s expression was asking her for something. She thought it was for reassurance and maybe compassion.

“You’re doing a better job than you think. Knowing you, it’s more than adjusting to your new life that’s bothering you.” Vergil chuckled at Lady’s statement. She was right. There was more. There always is.

Nico, Trish, and everyone else discreetly watched Lady and Vergil. No one could figure out what they were talking about. Nico couldn't wait any longer to find out if they were getting together or not. She snatched the mistletoe from the hallway. Nero and Trish attempted to stop Nico. Determined, Nico marched outside.

“I’ve also been trying to comprehend my feelings...for you. I think I lo-” The sound of Nico barging outside interrupted Vergil’s confession. Lady and Vergil were confused. It didn’t seem like anything of importance needed to be taken care of. Vergil could sense Dante was still locked in his room. No words were spoken as Nico held the mistletoe above Lady and Vergil. They hesitated.

The sound of racing heartbeats filled the air. No one knew how long Lady and Vergil stared at each other. Both of them were figuring out what to do: kiss or don't kiss. To them, they couldn't tell how the other would react. To everyone else, it was more than obvious Lady and Vergil have feelings for each other. Dante, no longer able to wait, screamed from his bedroom window. "COME ON, VERGE! KISS HER ALREADY!"

Vergil couldn’t ignore Dante’s drunken encouragement. He couldn't back out of kissing Lady. (Not that he wanted to.) If he did, Dante would never let him hear the end of it. Lady watched Vergil, wondering what was going to happen. The composure Vergil had dissipated. A rosy blush appeared on his cheeks. Oh how much he wished the flames could conceal it.

Vergil tentatively caressed Lady's cheek then kissed her. Lady's eyes widened but soon relaxed. Lady pushed Vergil's lips back onto hers as soon as they left. She wrapped her arms around Vergil’s neck, pulling him closer to her.

Everyone cheered, happy Lady and Vergil were finally getting together. If it was possible Lady and Vergil would have died from embarrassment. Dante’s drunken cheer became too much for anyone to handle. Even himself. Dante fell out the window when he tried to get a better view of his brother kissing Lady. Nico triumphantly left the two lovebirds to help Dante back inside.

Vergil pulled Lady into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. Lady’s arms rewrapped themselves around Vergil’s neck. She rested her head on his shoulder. Vergil gently ran his hand through Lady’s hair as he looked at her. Lady noticed Vergil’s expression was more relaxed than before. She could see the love he has for her in his eyes. A small smile formed as Lady kissed Vergil’s cheek. Vergil kissed Lady’s forehead, then her lips. He tightened his embrace as him and Lady watched the flames dance. Finally, they could enjoy their night together.

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lavendersoft · 4 years

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My Soulmate’s Soulmate.

Part: 8

Soulmate! AU

Synopsis: Before you meet your soulmate your world is black and white, without color. When soulmates meet, their world glows with vibrancy. The reality, however, as harsh and uncommon as it is, is that you are not always your soulmate’s soulmate.

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung (poly!au)

Warnings: N/A.

Author’s Notes: Guys. I’m so sorry I’ve left yall hanging for so long. College life is so stressful and finals are right around the corner so I've spent most of my time doing nothing but school. Anyways, I’m gonna try to get back on my grind and update more for yall. ily.

It’s been two months since your initial date with Tae.

It’s been relaxing, almost. Any negative feelings toward the man have slowly but surely dissipated since getting to know him personally. You pride yourself in calling it progress.

He really is the sweetest man- besides Jungkook, of course- you’ve ever met. He‘s funny too, in the cute sort of way. He has the sense of humor of a sarcastic angsty teen with a hint of wholesomeness that he tries to hide.

He’s passionate about his art, a borderline workaholic. When either you or Jungkook call him, nine times out of ten he’s in his studio working on a piece that “piqued his interest for the minute.”

He‘s thoughtful. He’s taken Jungkook out on multiple dates as well as yourself. Every time Jungkook comes back from one of their dates, he’s star-struck. He’d be in the best of moods, humming to himself while he puts on a love song playlist and dances with you around the living room. You haven’t seen him so giggly since the two of you started dating, like a teenager in love.

You think there might be genuine feelings between the three of you, that’s what keeps you so relaxed about your (some would say) unfortunate situation.

There are quandaries, as there would be in such a unique relationship. Bouts of jealousy erupt during the most random times. You remember about a week ago you caught yourself from slapping Taehyung’s hand away from Jungkook’s thigh while you all sat together on the couch, watching some cheesy rom-com. The instinct came over you like a flash when out of the corner of your eye you saw Tae make the move. Jungkook had welcomed the skinship, obviously, opting to place his own hand on top of Tae’s. Clenching your jaw, you wiggle your way in just a little bit further into Jungkook’s side. You wonder if the last of this petty jealousy will disappear after a while. You don’t think that these feelings are directed at Taehyung personally. They were just fleeting instincts, not something that irks you constantly, like in the very beginning.

Just petty jealousy... that's all.

Tonight’s the big night. Jungkook had asked you if you were ready to take the next step last night.

“More ready than I’ll ever be.” You told him.

He was ecstatic at your answer and had instantly pulled out his phone to invite Tae over for dinner the following night, which was tonight.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous. His answer could only really be one thing. Yes. But that doesn’t stop your mind from brewing up things to worry about.

What if he says it’s too soon? What if he wants to keep it an open relationship? What if both you and Jungkook have been reading the signs all wrong?

What if he doesn’t feel anything romantic toward Jungkook? That was your biggest fear, as well as Jungkook’s probably.

“You're anxious,” Jungkook really could read you like a book. “You’re fidgeting.”

“I just want tonight to go perfectly. He has to be as comfortable as possible.” You reply as you toss the salad for the thirtieth time.

“I agree. Maybe we should break out the alcohol?” He’s only joking but you actually think spiking your own drink might be the best option.

“The marinara sauce is burning.” He observes the red tomato sauce bubble over the pot.

“Shit.” You hiss, you’d totally forgotten while in your panic.

“It’s okay, Angel, I got it.” He chuckles, passing by you to the stove, stirring the pot, “Just relax. Everything will go fine.”

It has to. If it doesnt it might just be the end of your relationship, the one you’ve worked so hard to keep alive.

The light knock at the door pulls you out of your dark thoughts and back into reality. Jungkook gasps excitedly before pecking you on the cheek.

“I’ll get it!” He declares while padding over to the door. It swings open to reveal a tired but handsome Taehyung.

“Hey, Baby!”

A shiver runs down your spine when the word reaches your ears. Your movements freeze in pure shock.

“Hi, Babe.”

When did they start calling each other pet names?

You shake it off as quickly as it came. When you enter the hallway, Taehyung softly breaks the embrace between the two men to greet you.

“Sweetheart.” He greets with a drowsy smile, pulling you into a tight squeeze.

“You hungry? I made spaghetti! Well, tried to.” You chuckle at your poor excuse for pasta.

“I’m starving. Haven't eaten since yesterday.” Taehyung admits, shyly.

“What?!” Both of your reactions were immediate.

“Since yesterday?!” Jungkook gapes.

“Well, it’s just I’ve been working on so many projects late-” His excuse falls short when Jungkook proceeds to guide Tae toward the dining room.

“That’s no excuse! No wonder you look so exhausted!” You begin to feel like a nagging mother but you just couldn't help it. You did care for the silver-haired artist and it pained you to know he wasn't properly taking care of himself.

The ladle in your hand moves quicker than any kitchen utensil should, making Tae a plate first and foremost.

“Eat, please.” When the plate is set in front of him, he digs in.

“I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until about five minutes ago.” He beams with a mouthful of food. You can’t help but smile at how childlike he could be. He could be so cute when he wasn’t being a brooding sex god.

“Have you taken any breaks lately? When was the last time you slept?” Jungkook inquires. Tae purses his lips in thought, tapping his finger on his chin.

“Let’s see...I just left the studio about an hour ago, but I went straight to my house to shower so I could meet you guys. Before that, I was working for about thirteen hours and don’t think I took a significant break that entire time. So thirteen hours ago?”

You could practically spot the exact moment Jungkook stops himself from banging his own head on the dining room table.

“You’ve been working since six this morning?” You try to make your voice less accusatory this time.

“Yep. And I’ve finally finished that piece I’ve been working on for a week now! Jimin says we already have bids on it!” He’s glowing with pride, his smile lighting up the room so much you can’t even bring yourself to be angry at him.

“Well, congratulations. Now eat.” You joke as you shake your head.

When everyone’s done eating, the room seems a bit more heavy. The question in your head keeps growing until there’s no room for any other thoughts. Jungkook seems to be getting on fine though, as he reminisces on the last date they shared. Taehyung had taken him on one of his motorcycles. Jungkook couldn't stop talking about it for days, he had so much fun. You were genuinely happy for him.

You didn't realize you were biting your lip until Tae turned his attention to you,

“Got something you’d like to share with the class?” He jokes, gently nudging your calf with his foot.

Jungkook exchanges a quick look and a confident nod with you.

“Yeah, actually.”

“I’m all ears, Love.” His back straightens as if he’s giving you his full, undivided attention.

“So we- Jungkook and I- were thinking that since we all get along so nicely and, you know, we’re like soulmates and what not... um we were thinking-“

“Do you want to date us?” Jungkook blurts out. You deadpan at your impatient boyfriend.

“Uh, what he means is-“

“Absolutely.” You deadpan at your new impatient boyfriend, while Jungkook giggles beside you.

There’s a comfortable moment between the three of you as you all take in what this means. Blocking out all the needless worrying that you’re so good at, you concentrate on the warm feeling rising in your stomach.

"Finally,” Tae chuckles at himself, “It took you guys long enough! I was beginning to wonder if you guys were ever gonna ask me out. I was getting worried.”

“Hey. Being worried is my job.” You fake scold him, tapping him on the shoulder.

There was a silence that you couldn't ignore coming from your soulmate, Jungkook hadn’t even properly reacted when Tae said yes. But the nervousness ended when you saw what looked like tears gathering in his doe eyes.

“I'm so happy.” He says simply, voice slightly strained.

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s1cparvism4gna · 3 years

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I Like You A Lot

WARNINGS: cursing and violence

Pairings: Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross x Sam Drake x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch, @courtenbae

A/N: I’ll fix the ‘read more’ soon! Enjoy the story 💕

Chapter 17

Sam’s POV

I watched it all happen. How they cornered the girls, the China Lake explosives that were sent their way… I could hear a familiar scream erupt throughout the spacious room. Just as I looked up, I saw Sunny’s small body rolling off of the breaking platform. A panic filled my chest, thinking that I would’ve watched her die right in front of me. “NO!!” I found myself roaring above the rapid gunfire. I could practically feel my heart falling out of my ass. But just as her body began to fall, I could see Chloe dashing across the ledge to grab her arm. I exhaled and laid on my back a minute, relieved to see that save. It was a sight to behold really; watching Sunny charge through the slew of armed men with no fear in her heart. I’d almost forgotten how fierce she was. I could feel a smirk curling at the corners of my lips. She and Chloe would make it out. They had to. That was wishful thinking on my part. Sunny’s optimism seemed to rub off on me a little. I looked up to see Chloe hanging from the breaking ledge. ‘Ah, shit….’ I thought, my face frowning as I watched the scene. There seemed to be someone else with them. I just couldn’t tell who it was. But they tried their best to reach for her. Just when I thought they’d make it, the ledge crumbled beneath them and they all fell quite a distance into the cold water. “SUNNY!” I yelped and the man that held me at gunpoint grabbed a hold of my hair, yanking it roughly. And not in the sexy way.

“Shut your mouth, thief!” He said to me. I snarled at him, wringing myself from his grasp as I tried to see if they were okay. Luckily, they were. They crawled from the water tired and coughing, gasping for air, and Asav was right there to greet them. His men cuffed them, handling them roughly. “Get your dirty paws off her—” I exclaimed and my cries were cut short after the heavy hilt of the gun collided with my face, pushing me back onto the wet ground. ‘GOD….dammit!’ I shook it off with a growl. My face was already sore from the shiner Asav gave me earlier. Hurt like hell but I’ve been hit by hands heavier than his.

“He wouldn’t give you up— despite my efforts to persuade him.” I heard Asav say. Suddenly, a body was thrown down roughly next to me. I spit out a bit of blood before looking up to be met with those big baby brown eyes. Sunny’s sweet freckled face was bruised and dirty, a little tanned. India seemed to have brought some color back to her face. Her clothes were sopping wet and just a little bit muddy. She looked like she’d been through hell. Like she’s been on an adventure all her own. I couldn’t wait to hear the story behind it all. I could feel a smile spreading on my face already but the soreness in my jaw kept me from doing so gracefully.

“Heeeey, sweetheart!” I cooed rather weakly. But my heart was so full. “You made it!” I was so relieved that she was alright. However, she didn’t seem so happy to see me. I could only imagine what I’d done to piss her off this time. Her face twisted in slight concern and she sighed.

“Jesus, babe….” She said as she winced, more than likely admiring my newest feature.

“I know right? Who else do you know gets a black eye and still looks this handsome, eh?” I joked. She scoffed as Chloe and her partner were thrown down as well. Chloe scooted over to me and got a good look at my face before wincing as well.

“Oh, Sam… Dude.” She said looking over the multiple bruises on my face.

“Meh! It’s not too bad.” I shrugged before leaning close to her. “He hits like a girl.” I whispered and she smiled a moment. I looked over to Sunny hoping she’d share the same amusement but she was anything but amused. Instead, she rolled her eyes as Chloe’s partner sat up, also beaten and bruised. I wasn’t expecting at all to see that face again, snarling and brows angled in anger. Nadine….

“Yeah? Let’s get these cuffs off and I’ll show you how girls hit.” She growled. I looked between Chloe and Sunny in confusion.

“What the hell is she doing here?!” I whisper-yelled to them.

“You said get help! So I got you help.” Chloe spat back.

“I brought you help!” I argued.

“And she’s done an excellent job! But Nadine knows Asav…” she mumbled quickly as the Asav’s goons lined us up before him. He paced back and forth in front of us, pulling the disc he’d stolen from them (well stolen back after they took it first) and waving it in our faces a bit.

“You are quite the schemer. So. You steal my disc… Then you have your ‘expert’ run me around in circles, huh?” Asav chuckled. “That’s clever!” He then walked over to a stand with a slot embedded in it; a perfect fit for the disc. “Perhaps there’s a little Indian blood in you after all.” He said looking at Chloe. She narrowed her eyes at him fiercely as he pushed in the disc. Suddenly, a floodgate seemed to open up and the floor split apart. Water came rushing out, misty winds pushing at us as it seemed to empty out a room. Belur was just full of secrets.

“Sure… I’ll take the credit…” I heard her say, amazed by what had been set off. The floor we sat on wobbled a little then began to sink like an elevator. I looked over at Sunny to see her stink eyeing the man who captured us as he posed proudly, like he put in the work to find this place. I didn’t like him either. He wouldn’t have found shit if it weren’t for us. I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. The cohonés on this guy, eh? The floor continued to sink until golden sculptures carved into the walls began to appear, covered in algae from having been underwater for so long. Before us at the end of a long hall was a massive brass door. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was finally it. That after all we’d been through, that we had finally found the Tusk of Ganesh. Selfishly thought by me: even just laying eyes on it would be worth it to me. Even if I didn’t make it. It was the same for any treasure. You just never know which would be your last. And my chances of getting out of this alive were looking kind of grim.

“Well… Let’s finish what we started.” He said in a low tone, signaling the men to grab us as he started down the hall first. One of the men grabbed me by the arm, roughly yanking me to my feet, just like the others.

“All right, all right!” I grumbled abrasively at the man who pointed and poked his gun into my back.

“Move!” The man snapped as all four of us seemed to get pushed towards the door.

I puffed my chest out with an annoyed huff, looking behind me to see if Sunny was okay. She clearly was but I figured I ask anyway. “You alright back there, sweetheart?!” I shouted back to her. She just frowned and looked away from me.

“I’m fine.” She grumbled. Maybe she wasn’t okay. I made a mental note to talk with her at some point. Then I looked beside me. The smaller woman snarled at me, ready to take my head off. Had she not been cuffed, I’d probably be dead by now. I’m grown enough to admit that. But I wouldn’t back down without a fight, myself. Honestly, I just couldn’t help but laugh. I mean of all the people to come back into my life…

“So. Nadine Ross—” I chuckled.

“Don’t talk to me.” She told me abruptly. I just chuckled.

“I was gonna say you look good but—”

“Was I not clear?!” She hissed. I chuckled to myself again as I heard Sunny groan loudly.

“Christ, Sam. You just flirt with anythin’ that breathes, huh?” She commented.

“I what?!” I was so taken aback my voice cracked. “Me and Ross?”

“In your dreams, Drake.” Nadine said, rolling her eyes.

“Trust me, sister, when I close my eyes at night I am not thinkin’ of you.” I replied, stopping in my tracks to make sure she knew I truly meant that. One of them men pushed at me telling me to move again and I obliged. I sighed and shook my head. Unbelievable. Why would Sunny even think something like that? Granted I hadn’t really given her much reason to not think that… Nadine let out an aggrieved groan, making a disgusted expression at me.

“What's that smell?” She asked. Now she was just trying to wind me up.

“Oh, sorry. I haven’t exactly had access to running water and soap recently.” I told her in a nettling tone. I just couldn’t believe this. “God. Of all the people you coulda brought with you—”

“Ugh- just shut up! Don’t talk about her that way!” Sunny snapped. My eyebrows shot right up. I turned around to look at her incredulously as I kept my feet moving.

“Are you serious right now?! Why are you defending her?! Honey, in case you forgot, she literally shot you in Libertalia! Okay- and she tried to kill Nathan, and I, on numerous occasions!” My pique face twisted up in confusion.

“And she’s saved both of our asses... on numerous occasions.” Sunny rebutaled, looking at Chloe.

“Also to be quite fair, you two tried to kill her as well, so….” Chloe jumped in.

“Boom.” Sunny said, nodding in her direction. I croaked weakly.

“A— I… Well that’s not the point! The point is, the second we turn our backs, there will be a knife in there.” I didn’t trust the witch. Anything could compromise us with her around.

“Funny because she said the exact same thing about you.” Chloe mumbled.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like it at all— I don’t want her anywhere near what we’re doin’ here.” I said.

“I can hear every word you’re saying—” Nadine said under her breath.

“I know!” I barked at her.

“I… trust her.” Chloe said.

“So do I.” Sunny added and Nadine turned to briefly shoot them both a friendly smile. Sunny grinned at her pleasantly and Chloe seemed to blush a little. I scoffed and shook my head.

“Fucking fantastic…” I grumbled. Then I raised my voice again. “You— You know what? Fine. I guess I’m just a little bit irked that we are walking away with nothing.” Then I turned to Nadine and narrowed my eyes, speaking down to her from a true place of hate and spite. “But I guess you know what that’s like, right?” Next thing I knew, she bared her teeth, growling as she drove her shoulder into my side to knock me off balance. But I managed to stay on my feet. I could hear Sunny giggling a little and Chloe exclaim a second. “Oh yeah! Real classy, thank you.”

“Time and a place, children.” Chloe commented. I grunted and snarled a little.

“More where that came from.” Nadine said to me, raising a thin brow at me.

“Bike racks, after school.” I replied, flaring my nostrils. Chloe sighed.

“Is he always like this, love?” I heard her ask Sunny.

“Yup.” Sunny answer simply and quickly. I wasn’t that bad. At least I didn't think…

Suddenly, we stopped. Asav stood waiting at the door for us and he gestured to bring Chloe up front. She slipped between Nadine and I and nudged the door open with her shoulder. The group followed behind her into a massive torch lit brass room. Two statues stood before us on either side. One of Ganesh, the other of Parash-something. Both parties were baring weapons to attack each other. Between them was a stand with a slot that would fit the disc. And on the walls were scrambled pictures. Two rings and a center. As soon as we set foot in the dim room, a clunking noise sounded and the axe guy began to shift its pose, raising his weapon to Ganesh. “That’s ominous…” I commented upon entering. The men behind us then grabbed us up to sit us on the floor before the contraption. Asav walked around the room examining the situation. Then he stopped to look up at the axe wielder before speaking to us.

“It seems the old kings have one final test…” he said lowly.

“Looks like you won’t be needing us then so—” I heard Sunny say with a nervous laugh, attempting to just stand up and walk away. The man that held her at gunpoint grabbed her shoulder and struck her in the face. Immediately I struggled against my captor for even laying a finger on her. But Sunny groaned and shook off the pain. She was a strong woman and she continued to impress the hell outta me.

“Oh, on the contrary!” He said before locking eyes with Chloe. “Surely you know the story?” He gestured to the man behind her and he began to let her loose. He pushed her over to Asav and he chuckled, placing a hand on her back as they both looked up at the statue. “You see… Shiva gave Parashurama the mighty axe— that struck Ganesh in the face— bringing Shiva’s son, one of the greatest of gods, to his knees.” Then he raised the disc between the two of them. “Another casualty of war.” I knew exactly what he was doing. We all did. He didn’t care whether she lived or died through this. He just wanted that tusk.

“Don’t.” Nadine growled.

“Seriously, Chloe, he’s just gonna kill—” I tried to fight against my captor, rising to my feet to get to her, but he knocked me in the back of my head. I fell face first into the ground and he grabbed me by my collar to sit me up again. I huffed in frustration. We were outnumbered and they all had guns. I didn’t like those odds.

“He’s right. But if you refuse…” he gestured to us. Next thing I knew, Nadine let out a yelp, she’d been struck down, then Sunny, then myself. They began to beat us mercilessly; kicking us, striking us with their guns, never letting up. As I laid on the floor, repeatedly being kicked in the stomach, I locked eyes with Sunny as she beared the same treatment, tears falling down her dirt covered cheeks from the pain. “You will watch them die inch by inch.” He said maliciously.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” I managed to say to her between beatings. These men were being way too harsh for as small as Sunny was. They could break something. Chloe bit her lip as she watched us tearfully, stress pulling at her features.

“OKAY! All right!” Chloe shouted. Suddenly, the beatings stopped and she snatched the disc from his grasp, glaring at him before looking back to check on us.

“Chloe… don’t do this!” Sunny coughed, trying to catch her breath as she struggled to sit up. “Asav, let me do it— I’ve been handling every contraption and puzzle here—” My eyes widened and I immediately disagreed.

“Sunny, what the hell are you d—” I exclaimed but she wasn’t hearing it.

“Chloe, let me do this for you. For your dad—”

“Sunny, no!” I begged.

“He’s right, Sunny. You’ve done more than enough and I’m grateful. Rest, China.” She said to her and Sunny sobbed. “I can take it from here.” With that, Asav stepped aside to let her do what she needed to do.

“Frazer… please be careful…” Nadine begged, tears beginning to swell in her bright brown eyes. I huffed, shaking my head. The job wasn’t supposed to go like this. This was meant to be a quick and easy pay. But here we were. About to die. Again.

It was only minutes. Not too long for a woman as smart as her to figure it all out. To pull some levers and put the puzzles on the wall together. She used the disc as a dial to turn and position everything properly. “Chloe, don’t give this shmuck what he wants!” I exclaimed. I couldn’t stand it when people got what they hadn’t worked for. Asav threw a punch at my jaw to shut me up but we all know how hard that really is to do. All the while we watched her anxiously as she completed the final puzzle.

“He’s yielding…” she whispered suddenly. Just as the final piece clicked, the statue of Parashurama raised his weapon higher, ready to strike.

“The axe! It’s going to fall!” Nadine exclaimed.

“Quiet.” Asav said sternly, watching her closely with intent.

“Ganesh…. quite an obstacle you’ve placed in my path…” she said. I could see her mumbling to herself and I leaned over to Sunny.

“Do you know what the hell she's talkin’ about?” I asked her. She didn’t even look at me. She kept her eyes fixed on Chloe as she answered me.

“Ganesh allowed himself to get hit… He chose peace...” she said. It still didn’t make any sense to me, but I watched all the same. Chloe turned the dial until all of Ganesh’s hands were at his side. All of his weapons were down.

“What are you doing?” Asav exclaimed.

“Just shut up and watch.” Chloe spat. Just as all his arms were down, the statue of Parashurama swung his axe swiftly through the air. Sunny squealed, worried her friend would be hurt but the blade stopped right at her throat. Chloe gasped and took a deep breath. It was over.

“Huh?” Asav was confused.

“Are you alright?” Nadine asked.

“Yeah… I’m fine…. That was unexpected.” Chloe said, finally taking the time to breathe.

“Holy shit, she’s got balls, eh?” I commented as I exhaled, relieved that she was okay. To tell you the truth, I was holding my breath the entire time. Asav seemed so frustrated. He wanted bloodshed so bad he practically threw a tantrum.

“I don’t— I don’t understand…” he said. After looking over all the imagery around the room, the story finally clicked. I smirked.

“It’s an idiom.” I mumbled.

“You’ve got it all twisted, my friend.” Chloe grinned. “Ganesh allowed himself to get struck by the axe.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” He growled, stalking towards her as the statues began to descend into the floor.

“Not to a selfish prick like you— I imagine it wouldn’t.” She smirked as the men began to lift us all to our feet and cuff her again. “See, Ganesh could’ve defeated Parashurama easily. But if he had, that would’ve made Shiva’s axe look weak. Powerless.”

“Ganesh sacrificed himself to protect his father’s honor.” Nadine smiled.

“See, even she gets it and there’s not a drop of Indian blood in her.” Chloe smized. The men began to cuff us to the railings that surrounded the statues side by side. Just then, the control stand began to raise and display a marvelous piece of treasure. Sitting upon s golden altar was the Tusk. Asav’s eyes grew the size of plates as he slowly walked over to retrieve it. He lifted it carefully with both hands and turned to show it to us all. Boy, looking at it, I could only imagine how much money we’d get for that thing. It was a blue gem, the tip of it dipped in gold and silver, decorated with smaller gemstones. It was truly a sight to behold. I suddenly understood why the Hoysala went through so much to protect it. Asav shook his head in disbelief, like he could almost cry. But you’d have to have emotions for something to hit you like that. Asav had none.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” He said, lost in admiring the treasure in his hands. All of us went quiet. Despite all we’d gone through, we were indeed leaving here with… nothing. Not even our lives. “Oh, what? Nothing to say now?”

“If you want, I can tell you to shove it up your ass.” I heard Sunny say. I tried to contain it but I chuckled a little. That was my girl. Always fighting until the very last second. He just smirked with an evil glint in his eyes as his men began to set up stacks of C-4 around the room.

“I would love to kill you myself, but we must not anger the gods… For you have brought me a great fortune.” He said, staring down at the shiny piece in his hand.

“Okay, then… So what are you doin’?” I asked nervously.

“He’s going to flood the chamber.” Nadine said, glaring at the man before us. He looked up for a brief moment in what I thought might’ve truly been some sincerity.

“I will miss you.” He said simply before turning to leave. That’s when we all started to panic a little. Tugging on our cuffs, hoping that just maybe they were weak enough to let us go but it was to no avail.

“C’mon, is this really necessary?!” Chloe exclaimed as we watched him take the disc from the slot and the controls sunk back into the floor.

“You know, nothing is ever truly destroyed. Only purified and reborn.” He said. I groaned. He was always going on about this stuff. He had a sick way of looking at anything negative as a positive. Always preaching purification through destruction in the most dramatic ways.

“Just shoot us and get it over with!” Nadine snapped.

“Right?” I, for once, agreed with her. Nobody was here to see all his “splendor”. It was just us. A couple thieves looking to get rich. We didn’t need all the flashy bullshit. If you want us dead, kill us and be done with it. He and he crew took the elevated contraption out of the room, looking down at us as he spoke.

“As the water fills your lungs, you will have time to reflect on the choices that brought you here. Perhaps in your next lives, you will fare better.” He said before disappearing above us. And just like that, we were alone.

“Prick.” Chloe mumbled. I sighed. I wasn’t seeing a way out of this for any of us.

“I dunno about you guys, but I got a loootta regrets swimming in my head right now.” I said.

“Good.” Sunny said simply. I scoffed. That was it. I’d had it.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Sunny? You’ve been giving me the third degree for the past hour!”

“If you don’t fucking know, then I’m not tellin’ you. Figure it out.” She growled. Her brows knitted together in the middle, her face all twisted up angrily, and I could practically see the steam leaving her ears. I was flabbergasted. I barely saw her these past few days. What could I have possibly done wrong? Other than get her trapped here to die beside me.

“This is ridiculous.” I grumbled.

“Tell me about it. I was really looking forward to kicking your ass again—” Nadine grunted, struggling against her cuffs.

“Yeah, y’know What? I’m not exactly thrilled about drowning next to you either—” I snapped.

“I should let her kick ya ass.” Sunny added.

“Sunny—!” I shouted.

“Oh, would you give it a rest, guys?! I’m trying to concentrate…” Chloe exclaimed, getting us all to shut up.

“What are you doing?” Nadine asked. I looked behind her to see her slipping a bobby-pin off of the brown leather cuff she wore.

“A little preparation goes a long way.” She smirked.

“Ahaha! Yes! That’s my girl!” I laughed, suddenly excited and anxious to get free.

“Is she now?” I heard Sunny mumbled. I began to panic a little. Everything was just coming out wrong.

“Sweetheart, that’s not what I—”

A loud explosion before us cut me off. Then two more around the room, blowing massive holes in the wall. Water came gushing into the room and it was filling up fast. Once she’d freed herself, I anxiously tugged at the handcuffs as water pooled around our ankles.

“Great! Now do me!” I said. But she went to Nadine first.

“Ladies first!” She exclaimed as the water began to rise to our waists. Then another explosion sounded. The water rose even quicker.

“Chloe, dear, not to rush you, but could you hurry the hell up?!” I shouted.

“Don’t fuckin’ yell at her!” Sunny snapped.

“Jesus!” I grunted in frustration as the water hit my chest. That’s when I realized Sunny was already going head first underwater. Boy, it sure pays to be short, huh? I began to worry more now. She was struggling.

“Deep breaths!” Chloe shouted.

Suddenly, all of us were underwater. It was dark and quiet nothing could be heard but the sound of the water pushing its way in. I looked over at Sunny and she was beginning to lose the fight. She was slowing down and her head started to lower. I rigged against my restraints, devastated that I couldn’t get to her. Nadine was set free and then she went to get Sunny. She freed her rather quickly but Sunny wasn’t moving. I saw her body jolt a little then go completely still. Even thought I was underwater, I most certainly felt tears coming on. I uselessly yelled her name and all that came out were bubbles. Chloe went to get me free next but an explosion went off again and the bobby-pin fell from her hand. She dove down to feel around the ground for it but she couldn’t find it quick enough. And I wasn’t sure how much longer these old lungs could hold air. She tugged on the railing as hard as she could, hoping that it would come loose but it didn’t work. I nodded in Sunny’s direction, hoping she’d just take her to the surface. She looked back at me sadly but I nodded and smiled at her. Letting her know that it was okay to let me go. As long as Sunny was safe, I didn’t mind dying like this. I watched as she swam over to grab Sunny’s hips and pushed her up, grabbing her hand and dragging her with her as she swam to the surface. Just when I had accepted my fate, I heard a loud noise behind me. When I turned around, I saw Nadine bashing the chains with a massive rock until they came apart. The moment they did, the two of us swam up to catch up with the girls. We swam in between massive pieces of sinking debris and swam as fast as I could. Before we knew it, the top of my head broke the surface and I was gasping for air.

“Are you good?” Nadine asked me.

“Yeah. I’m good.” I sighed, treading the water. “I gotta quit smokin’.” I joked. When I looked up on the ledge, Chloe was hovering over Sunny’s body, pressing into her chest. “Oh, no….” I shivered, swimming over with haste and climbing onto the ledge to kneel beside her. Her newly tanned skin was cold and a little pale, covered in bruises and a few cuts. Her eyes were closed so peacefully it looked like she was sleeping. “No, no…. C’mon, sweetheart!” I exclaimed. When Chloe finished her chest compressions, I pinched her nose and carefully breathed into her. “C’mon, baby- don’t do this…” I could feel myself breaking down as we repeated this for some time. And yet she still didn’t move. I let out a rather vulnerable sob as I pushed the short curls back off her face, kissing her forehead before breathing more air into her.

“Sunflower…” Chloe grunted in a warning tone. “Wake your cute ass up, love— Fight it, Sunny, come on!” I couldn’t lose her. Not like this. Not with her so upset with me. Not before I got to see her smile and hear her laugh again. Before I got to hold her again… Before I got to tell her I— Suddenly, Sunny shot straight up, coughing up a lot of water. Chloe grabbed hold of her, keeping her close to her chest as Sunny began to panic a little.

“You’re all right, love, you’re all right!” She cooed. I just rubbed her back as she coughed. She hyperventilated and Chloe just rocked her, speaking gentle words of comfort in her ear. I just held her shaky hands, stroking the back of them with my thumbs, looking over her to make sure she was okay. After a couple minutes, she had calmed down. And I had calmed down. I was worried sick. I kissed her hands firmly and shook my head. I’d never been so scared to lose anyone like that…

“Can you stand?” I asked her, placing a hand on her cheek but she knocked my hand away and stood up all her own.

“I’m fine.” She said sternly, pacing back and forth slowly to get her balance back. I stared at her, just a little hurt. “Thanks for that.”

“Cut it a little close don’t ya think?” I said to Chloe. She frowned and readied her mouth the say something but Sunny was already in front of it.

“She did the best she could, Sam. Shut up.” She grumbled, clearing her throat, reaching out to help her up.

“I’m just sayin—”

“Get down!” Nadine exclaimed, cutting me off. All of us did as we were told and bent our knees to get lower to the grass. A massive helicopter flew overhead.

“Think they saw us?” Sunny asked.

“No we should be fine… but how the hell did he get that helicopter?” Nadine asked.

“Maybe it’s the buyers?” I answered looking between the three of them.

“Buyers?” Sunny asked.

“Oh now you wanna talk to me?” I snapped at her in a petty fashion.

“Lookit here, boy—” Sunny began and I was fully prepared to get into it with her but Chloe broke it up.

“Ah, yah! What do you mean buyers?” She asked me, placing a hand on my arm.

“I overheard Asav talkin’ about uh… heading to the old rail yard— somethin’ about an arms deal?” I told her. Various groans went around and Sunny threw her arms over her head.

“That little twat waffle…. He’s sellin’ the goddamn tusk.” She said. Chloe scoffed.

“So much for preserving his culture.” She mumbled, pulling on her binoculars and walking to the edge of the rock we stood on to look around and Sunny followed. Nadine began to go too but I stopped her a moment. I hated her, but I had to thank her.

“Hey, just, just a second… um… Listen… back there...” I gestured to the hole we just swam out of. “Thanks for—”

“I didn’t do it for you.” She told me rather abruptly. We both looked at Sunny as she talked to Chloe. I huffed and began fidgeting with my cuticles again.

“Well thanks anyways.” I said awkwardly.

“Ja.” She replied and I nodded.

“So we’re good?” I asked.

“No.” She answered curtly before walking away to join the others. I should’ve expected that. I approached the group as we all gathered around and Chloe tucked away her binoculars, bouncing on her toes anxiously. Sunny on the other hand was already on her way down the rocks.

“What is she—” I began to ask but there was no point. I was already being talked over.

“If we hurry, we can intercept them before they make the sale. And Sunny is on her way to secure our ride.” Chloe said. Even though I was annoyed, once again the girl managed to impress me. I looked over the edge just as she’d jumped onto an insurgent’s back, his neck tightly cradled in between her muscled arms. He fell in an instant. She patted him down for keys and hopped into the car, waiting for us.

“Well what are we waiting for then?” Nadine exclaimed, starting down the rocks. I grabbed a hold on Chloe’s arm before she could get away and pulled her aside for a moment.

“Ay, uh… do you know what’s goin’ on with Sunny?” I asked her. Her bright eyes widened and shifted about nervously as she chewed on her lip.

“I um… sort of let it slip that we slept together—”

“Ah, goddammit, Chloe—” I snapped but she argued back.

“Hey! I didn’t know you two were together!”

“We’re not together! Well… not exactly…”

“You might as well be, mate.”

“So I keep hearin’...” I sighed. Oh, great. Of course that’s why she’s pissed. I was stupid to think I could keep that from her. I placed my hands on my hips and shook my head, kicking up loose rocks.

“You need to talk to her, Sam. I’ve already said my piece to her. Fix it.” She said, poking a finger into my chest. Then she did it once more for emphasis. “Fix it.” With that, she started down the rocks and left me with myself for a second. Boy, did I have a lot of explaining to do….

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exodusmc · 4 years

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Waves

Genre: surfer au, fluff

Words: 1508

Paring: Surfer Namjoon x reader

Warning!:Blood, drinking

a/n: :)

gif is not mine

The sun shone brightly over your head, assaulting you with its hotness. Sweat rolled over your body as people laughed around you. Summer had really taken over your city and the beach had never been more crowded than now. You were relaxing under some shade, your friends playing in the water. In some ways did you love the summer, like the longer days and all the colors, but when the weather got like this, you just hated it.

“Y/n! Come play!” Seeji called from the sea, waving to get your attention from your book. She couldn't see your eyes behind the sunglasses you wore but your head moved to look at her, only to be distracted by someone else.

A wave reached for the sky, your body shuddered at the height of it. However, it seemed like the guy riding it wasn't scared at all. He was far out on the sea but you could still see him moving over the water. You sat up, mouth falling open at how cool he looked. He took the wave like nothing, coming from it unharmed. His friends cheered, each and everyone of them sitting on their own board. You could hear them laugh, some praising the one who had surfed the wave. Seejin had stared at them as well, surprised at how good the was. The group of people paddled towards the beach, moving closer so you could see the surfer up close. He had blonde hair, damp from water, and he wore a white shirt which were slightly see through. You tried to not stare too much at his thighs. His skin was golden and you gulped as he got out of the water. He looked like a god, smile dazzling. But the image was broken as he took a fall, surfboard landing on top of him. His friends laughed and you found yourself grinning at him, not noticing Seeji standing by your side.

“He’s cute..You should talk to him.” she smirked and you blushed, shaking your head no before turning to your book again. The surfer guy didn't leave your thoughts for the whole day and you missed him even when you had no clue who he was.

A fire burnt for no reason at all, the night not cold enough for it to give more warmth. Alcohol was passed around, people laughing and screaming in joy. Seeji was somewhere, probably challenging someone to jump into the water. You sighed, drinking soda instead of the slowly disappearing vodka. Seohyun sat besides you, her hair up in a bun and voice loud as she spoke to the others by your little fire. A guy you were pretty sure was named Taehyung argued with her, arms moving around the air, eyes wide.

“Ochako Uraraka is so much better than Kacchan!” Seohyuns nostrils flared, her hands waving in the air as Taehyung clicked his tongue, clearly disagreeing.

“Absolutely not! He’s so much better than her! Right Namjoon!” you heard heavy steps come your way and your eyes left the dancing flames to climb up a tall muscular white shirt clade guy..none other than the surfer.

Your eyes widened, heat creeping up over your cheeks as this Namjoon smiled with dimples. His hair looked soft, a shrug answering his friend. He sat down by Taehyung, long legs folding. He was drunk, you could see it on his eyes, but he was calmer than the tow arguing over anime. You felt small, wanted to go home or find Seeji, however, you couldn't even move as Seohyun threw her arm around you.

“Well Y/n agrees with me!” Namjoon glanced at you, smiling.

You wouldn't forget this night for a long time, the surfer standing up to sit by your side, forcing Taehyung to sit by his, in the moment, worst enemy.

“Well you two can battle it out..”he grinned, getting a really offended look from his friend.”I’d rather discuss Sherlock.”

You gaped at him, the title of the book you had been reading the day before leaving his lips. Stars shone over your head and Namjoon save them in your eyes too but he wouldn't admit it in a long time.

“I thought you didn't like the beach?” Seeji smirked from under the parasol, her eyes sparkling with mischeave as you watched the surfers move over the waves, searching for blonde hair.

“I don't dislike it nor do I like it, I’m simply indifferent to it”a blush grew over your cheeks, hidden due to the warmth.

“Well your not so indifferent to the blonde giant..”Seeji huffed out, leaving you with your mouth opened as she ran towards the water.

Now began her mission as a wingman to get you together with the clumsy dude she had seen drink sea water the day before.

“Jungkook!”she had walked out to the youngest of the friend group, her hips covered by water.”I need a favor!”

“Sure”a smirk spear over her face. She was ready to do anything to get you and Namjoon together.

“No.”

“I wasn't even finished!”Seeji whined over the phone, your head spinning slightly due to just having woken up. Your book laid by your side, irking you to grab it.

“It doesn't matter...you’ll ask something dumb..Like if I can help you steal a car.”

“That was one time!”she huffed out loudly, voice slightly slurred due to alcohol.”And I apologised!”

“Okay, what do you want then?”

“I have some friends who are having a party right now..”

“No”

“Y/n!” she whined once again. “They are nice! I promise!”

You sighed, getting deja vu like you once had this conversation before. The day slowly slipped to evening outside your window, cooling down enough to not die sweating. Maybe you should listen to Seeji but then again, she always had something up her sleeve.

Sipping on melon water, your eyes scanned the house. Some picture frames hung around the house, shoving different stages of life, colors in brown. The music was loud, echoing in your head. Seeji was telling stories by the couch and you hoped to god that she wasn't talking about you.

“Namjoon hyung! Don't!”a shirk left Jungkook, his bangs hanging in his eyes. The boy had tried to stop his older friend from pushing the bottle over. A series of curse words left Namjoon at the loud clank of shattering glass.

You gasped as he bent down to pick them up, muscles moving under his shirt. In a split if a fraction was Namjoon hissing in pain. Jungkook grabbed his hand, which was bleeding from multiple cuts.

“Hyung!”Jungkook whined out, head whipping around to find something which could stop the blood.

The two guys disappeared to Jungkook’s room, followed by annoyed sound from the younger. He was whining about how the older was so clumsy and how all his emergency stuff went to fixing him up.

“You should go help them..” Seeji spoke close to your ear, cutting you off before you could say no.”...Jungkook is bad with blood”

So you climbed the stairs with a racing heart. The door in the back was slightly ajar and you could see the two boys sitting inside. The younger was squirming slightly, trying his best to help Namjoon while still not looking at the wounds. You smiled, pushing the door open completely, a wind of brown hair and arms throwing themself around you. Jungkook was complaining and simultaneously thanking you for saving him, they boy being out the door in a second. You felt heat invade your cheeks as you glanced at Namjoon shyly. He smiled, hands laying on his strong thighs.

“Sorry for him...”

“No, it’s okay..I-I’ll help you”sitting down, your hands took over the cleaning. He was warm and soft, even if some lines was rugged in his hands.

“Sorry for me as well..I’m a bit clumsy..”the sheepish look on his face made him even more cute but you could see embarrassment swim behind Namjoons orbs, maybe even humiliation. You didn't like it and the images of him riding the wave played in your mind.

“It’s okay..I saw you surfing the other day..I-I thought you were really cool.”your whole face was red, eyes refusing to even glance up at the boy, resulting in you missing the beaming smile on his face. Namjoon blushed like you but he felt light, he felt right. It was cheesy but he really liked having impressed you.

“I’ll teach you someday..If you want..”finally, you lifted your eyes to watch the joy on his face, making your own lips turn into a smile, fingers gracing over his as you patched him up.

“I’d love that..”

Outside the door was Jungkook and Seeji standing. A big smirk was pulling at the girls lips as she watched you and Namjoon smile at each other.

“Mission complete!”she high fived Jungkook, already think about everything she could tease you with.

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crazyinthebestway · 5 years

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The Breakfast Club

⚔️Warlord Style⚔️

If you haven't seen The Breakfast Club (1985), I recommend that you give it a shot! It's a fun film about a group of all your stereotypical high school cliches end up spending a day in detention.

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Having a little fun with the men of Ikemen Sengoku—specifically the Oda forces. The ideas presented are for fun and as if they were modern teenagers! Enjoy <3

The Detention Monitor: MC (God help her)

The Reckless Bad Boy: Masamune

Is always tardy to 1st period

Received detention for being late one too many times to 1st period

His smile and charm have gotten him a free pass in the past, but after 30 tardies, even *his* charming flirts weren't enough to get out of it

Arrives to detention late, but brings food for everyone, so the slight is overlooked

Flirts with MC by simply smirking at her as she periodically glances up from her book

Is asked to refrain from putting his feet up on the table...proceeds to kick his feet up on the table

Everyone around him is rolling their eyes at his nonchalance, but all he does is recline and smirk right back at them

Asks how much time has passed every time MC walks by

Leaves detention with another five detentions lined up

The Goodie Two Shoes: Hideyoshi

Hall monitor since kindergarten

Teacher's pet

The first freshman in his school to become student body president—was elected in 4th grade, but wasn't made official until 9th

Arrives at school early and greets the teachers

Received detention for being a little overzealous as a hall monitor—another student was interfering with Nobunaga's being on time to class

Would do Nobunaga's homework if he asked

Arrives to detention fifteen minutes early and greets MC with a sweet smile

Sits quietly during detention, reading and periodically checking to see is Nobunaga needs any help with the homework he's *not* doing

Flashes chiding glares in Masamune's direction each time the guy attempts to flirt with MC

Is the one who asks (tells) Masamune to put his feet down

Frets over how this one infraction on his record will result in being denied entry into a number of universities

Vows internally (under his breath loud enough for those next to him to hear and say something snarky) to be the best detentionee EVER

The only student to leave detention with a gold star

The Cocky Jock: Nobunaga

Knows with absolution that he's the best athlete in the entire school—nobody dares argue with that notion either

Commands classroom attention and respect for the teachers when they can't seem to

Only has to glance in a misbehaving student's direction for them to chill

Is smarter than most people give him credit for

Doesn't need Hideyoshi's help with homework, but occasionally asks him a question just to make him feel better

Received detention for intimidating other students out of their desserts at lunch time

Arrives at detention on time, with all the confidence of the record breaking athlete that he is

Smuggles in several bags of candy to snack on throughout the day—inside a fake textbook

Repeatedly tells Hideyoshi he doesn't need help with his homework every time he opens the book to sneak some sweets

Finds the banter between Hideyoshi and Masamune quite amusing

Also finds Masamune's flirting with MC amusing, all the while knowing she will soon be his, so eye patch kid doesn't stand a chance

Waits until everyone leaves detention, before approaching MC, tilting her chin, and telling her his bed is quite cold without her in it—then promptly leaves her there, mouth agape

The Geeky Brain: Sasuke

A+ student in every subject, except home ec

The perfect student for every teacher

Has been spending most of his time in the home ec room practicing sewing with MC

Received detention because he wants to try everything once—basically assigned himself for research

Arrives at detention a few minutes early to scope out the best seat for observing

Realizes exactly *who* he will be observing and has a fanboy meltdown

His notebook soon fills up with all the information he can gather while detention ticks away

Most of his notes are about Ieyasu and his quips

Chalks the day up to one of the best he's ever experienced in his entire life

Helps MC clean up, including collecting the sign in sheet—sees Ieyasu's signature on one of the lines—

Sasuke.exe has stopped working

The Quiet Weirdo: Mitsuhide

Nobody really knows much about him

He keeps to himself and is rarely seen outside of the classes he attends

Roams the halls every now and then, when others are in class, which sets off Hideyoshi's hall monitor alarms

Has a mental checklist for every student that includes everything about them, down to the color of their underwear each day—and what color they'll put on tomorrow

Brings teachers apples, yet nobody knows he's the one delivering them

Receives detention for provoking a Hide-fit during lunch time, when he encouraged another student to run back to the lunch line for seconds

Sits at the back of the detention room

Nobody knows how or when he got there

Answers questions MC hasn't even asked yet

Passes Nobunaga an extra special bag of rare candy without Hideyoshi noticing

Leaves detention before the rest, most left wondering if he was even there at all

**Two Special Additions just because**

The Grumpy Loner: Ieyasu

Keeps to himself—or tries to, often unsuccessfully

Can often be found glaring at his shadow or sulking at a table in the lunch room

Brings his own mix of spices to add to the food each day

Rarely smiles, especially when girls try and flirt with him

Often has something snarky to say if approached—don't ask him what he uses on his hair!

Received detention for calling his teacher an idiot when he quoted the wrong scientist during a lesson

Arrives at detention with a glower, yet seems to loosen up when he sees MC is the monitor

Doesn't admit *she's* the reason his mood has suddenly lightened

Takes a seat away from everyone else and plans to just sleep until it's over

Is instantly irked when Mitsunari sits down beside him with a cheery smile

Sighs and sighs some more, mumbling under his breath until it's over and he can escape

The Naive Nerd: Mitsunari

One of the best students in school—when he remembers to turn his work in

Is often forgetting deadlines, but still manages to get his impeccable work turned in with the help of the many alarms Hideyoshi's set on his phone

Can be found carrying multiple books at once, almost always

Has a special library card that allows him to check out double the amount of books other students can

Carries a lint roller to remove the cat hair he accumulates

Received detention for standing up for Ieyasu after the fluff ball called their teacher an idiot

He tried correcting the teacher on Ieyasu's behalf and ended up inadvertently making the teacher appear even more stupid in front of the class

Arrives at detention with a pep in his step

Is determined to serve his time and repent for his mistakes—oh! And sit beside Ieyasu for moral support

His nose is buried in his book most of the time, time ticking by, conversations going unnoticed, but noticing each time Ieyasu says something

Smiles sweetly at MC and hurriedly follows Ieyasu out the door once detention is over

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lord Martiya’s Lilanette Week 2018/2019 Day 1

Hey, everybody, lord Martiya here with the newest edition of the Lilanette Week. This time I’ll be a bit more ambitious, as six of the stories will form a coherent plot just for you guys. Hope you’ll like it.

Anyway, I’ll start with one certain scene from “Chameleon”, and go from what my personal experience tells me about Marinette and Lila’s characters.

Day 1: Canon Machine Broke

Marinette had to admit she wasn’t exactly rational whenever Lila was involved. In fact, even if she wouldn’t admit out loud to anyone but Tikki, there was something in the Italian girl that scared her, and it had been there even before Volpina. Hence why she had been trying to expose her so stubbornly, why she had confronted her in the bathrooms… And why she had just let herself being physically intimidated by the girl who now had her backed to the wall with her hands at the side.

“You seem less dumb than the others, so I will give you one last chance: you are either with me, or against me.” Lila threatened, almost casually.

“What’s wrong with you?” Marinette let out.

And that got an unexpected reaction from the girl, who gave her a terrifyingly familiar glare and slipped for a moment in some dialect: “Nun facevo la bella vita. O cerchi ‘a filastrocca?”

“Uh?” Marinette said as she translated the phrase.

“Well, I suppose I could give it. Not that you’d understand, what with having your little place in the world to feel safe, the parents you can trust, bullies that are easily deammolla! Ma che cazzo?!”

Much to both girls’ (and Tikki’s) surprise, Marinette had hugged Lila, and had no intention to let go for a while. For she had now realized what scared her so much: Lila had lost all, or almost, all trust in other people, exactly what had almost happened to her because of Chloe’s bullying. And if it killed her, she’d make sure she could trust at least one person.

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Alya following an Akuma villain around was something rather common. That she had almost the entire class with her, however, was not, nor was the fact they had collectively caused it.

It had started with Chloe’s little comment as they returned to class after the lunch break. “I would have never expected to see Marinette sitting alone again”, she had said. Reminding everyone, including their teacher, that Marinette had a very different reason than jealousy for reacting as she had to what they had done to help with Lila’s tinnitus: they had volunteered the desk of a former bullying victim. Then, as they discussed how to resettle the seats, they had noticed Marinette and Lila were missing, and started fearing the worst: one of the two, most likely Marinette, had been Akumatized, and was now attacking the other.

As Alya metaphorically kicked herself for what she had done to the one who was supposed to be her best friend she had also remembered that Marinette had a very good reason for not trusting Lila in general: the day she had first come there she had been late, arriving in the nick of time, and had spent the entire lunch break working on homework that was due for that afternoon, so she had missed Rose vocally identifying Lila as prince Ali’s girlfriend before anyone else but Chloe could even hear her voice, much to the Italian girl’s bemusement (“For hopefully the last time, we’re friends” she had said in a dangerously low voice after slapping her face), not noticed the newcomer at all during the lessons, and couldn’t see her as she tried to downplay her relationships with famous people during the lunch break, and by the time she finally discovered Lila she only had a good-looking girl who had made a number of unlikely claims making moves on Adrien-the only way she could have got a worst first impression would have been seeing Ladybug’s reaction at Lila endangering herself at revealing their closeness (what had reportedly caused Volpina) but not hearing what the heroine had said, something that could have well happened considering Marinette lived by the very park it had happened. Seriously, it was like some kind of demigod had decreed Marinette and Lila were to be mortal enemies.

The fear of one of the two having been Akumatized was quelled when Mme Bustier’s phone, that she had produced to give the Akuma alert, was promptly infected by an Akuma (purple, meaning that Papillon hadn’t managed to reproduce the trick for multiple Akuma at a time yet)… And replaced by the one coming from the realization Marinette and Lila were missing together. Marinette, who was the fittest girl and either the second or third strongest female student of the school, with the only one who clearly surpassed her being an older Savate practitioner, rather short-tempered, and alone with the one girl that irked her as much as Chloe. And Lila, Marinette’s rival for the spot of second strongest girl who, for all her attempts to hide it, was a good amateur boxer, with a reputation in the relatively small female amateur boxing community because, when in London, she had won by knock-out against an older and larger girl. And of course Marinette was once again the one who didn’t know: they knew because Nora, having just realized her sister’s world-traveling classmate was that Lila Rossi, had barged in the class right after one of her calls to try and recruit her for her gym and revealed it, but Marinette had already left to calm down. And so she didn’t know why they hadn’t called Lila out when she had claimed her tinnitus was from saving Jagged Stone’s kitten (as if he’d be able to keep one alongside the crocodile!) rather than a training accident like the sprained wrist, or her reflexes had made her catch the thrown napkin and she had said it was to protect Max’ eyes from being gouged. God, the moment she thought back to those Lila was sure to convince herself everyone but Marinette was stupid.

So here they were, following Madame Poppins and her teen-tracking cellphone to find the missing girls, hoping they hadn’t been trying to kill each other.

“The second row?! Really?!”

“Really. I think Mr Agreste did that on purpose to get revenge for what she had put him through in the past and hadn’t thought about the possible consequences…”

Everyone stopped at the voices of Lila and Marinette coming from the bathroom… And not shouting at each other. Then Kim, reckless as usual, opened the door, and saw that, somehow, Marinette and Lila had become friends while everyone was worried they were trying to kill each other.

“Girls… Lunch break is over, and Mme Bustier’s phone got Akumatized.” Alya said.

Not even five seconds later, Marinette was running away with the Akumatized phone, with Madame Poppins giving chase after being apparently called out of her shock by Papillon. And Alya, having enough of that madness, decided to do as her older sister would have done and went to the Italian girl:

“Look, Lila, we already know of the boxing thing, my sister’s the Nora Césaire and told everyone when she tried to get you on the phone and have you enroll at her same gym, and nobody in Paris would say anything when Ladybug is doing her thing, so you can stop with those attempts at covering up.”

“Oh. And I who was starting doubting of your intelligence…” Lila admitted. “Say, Marinette’s a strong girl, isn’t she? In her heart, I mean.”

“The strongest.”

For a moment, Lila said nothing. Then, looking at Adrien that for some reason was running after Madame Poppins, she added: “S’er bionno nun move’r culo, Marinette me la fotto io.”

Alya didn’t understand Italian, let alone what was likely a dialect, but what she had just heard, and Lila “did I just make that pun?” snicker after she spoke, made her wonder if her fellow exchange student and Marinette becoming friends had been a good thing after all.

Note

When it comes to the class I work on a simple assumption: they aren’t stupid. That of course begs the question, how did they believe her? And my answer is easy: she had been at Le Grand Paris to speak with prince Ali for whatever reason (are they friend-friend, or just friend as two teens in the diplomatic world from nations in good relationship are? That is for you to decide), and Rose, sweet romantic soul she is, took the utterly wrong conclusion and loudly announced it to the whole class, resulting in her being established as “Prince Ali’s friend/star-crossed lover”, and pretty much everything else sparked from there, convincing the girl from the very cunning-dependant diplomatic world she was surrounded by idiots and not normal teenagers. As for the boxing thing, her general nimbleness and the way she caught the napkin hint at that or another martial art/combat sport with a heavy emphasis on footwork and parrying, and I’m of the idea she had said the very transparent lies about Jagged Stone’s kitten and the eye-gouging napkin planning to get caught and being “forced” to admit it… Except everyone but Marinette knew already, guessed she was trying to hide the boyish interest and was gentle enough to get along, further convincing Lila everyone but Marinette and Adrien were dumb.

What Does Lila Say

As you may know from my other stories, I imagine Lila as being from Rome, and her first language being not standard Italian but Romanesco, the local “colorful” dialect, for the simple fact I find amusing to have a classy girl suddenly speak in a way that outside Rome would be extremely crass. Marinette, given her grandmother, can understand it (it helps that in the end Romanesco isn’t too different from standard Italian), but not all of you readers can, so, let me translate: the first phrase translates literally as “I didn’t live the good life. Or do you want then list?”; the second is a demand that Marinette lets her go, with the general purpose Italian curse “cazzo” used as emphasis; the third, finally, translates as “If that blond doesn’t get his ass moving, I’ll steal Marinette”, with the verb used here for “steal” actually meaning “have sex” (Lila didn’t actually mean that double meaning).

#@lilanette-week #Lilanette

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The Best Friends Zaibatsu, and Breaking Up the Band

I’m not feeling all that articulate tonight, but it sucks when you stop being friends with somebody.

It’s the worst. Maybe even worse than a romantic breakup? Because, with a romantic breakup, like, it feels awful, but at least there’s opportunity in your future. Someday, again, you might find somebody else you want to share that part of your life with; someone who’s special and unique and utterly kissable, if that’s your romantic jam. Someday you might just find someone who shares that some connection you had before, but stronger, tougher, hopefully more everlasting.

A romantic partner is a thing with clearly defined lines. Some people don’t want any, some want multiple at once, and some only want one. But it’s a specific thing, if utterly important - like, you lose your house, that sucks, but at least you know what’s missing, and you know you want it back. You need a new house!

But friendship’s something different. It’s a favorite menu item in a cafe. It’s the feeling of going to work and enjoying your job. It’s driving downtown at night, just for the purpose of seeing the lights up. It’s a stained glass window. It’s the dumbest, stupidest meme you’ve ever saved to your computer, because it makes you laugh every time you look at it.

Friendship isn’t quite as clearly defined.

And when you realize that you don’t like that favorite menu item anymore - when your work starts becoming a chore instead of the exciting thing it once was - when you pick up a couple night jobs, so you’re stuck in a security office every night and flipping burgers to make ends meet on the weekends - when you walk by that church and notice vandals threw a rock through the pretty colored windows - when you open up your memes folder because you need cheering up and you look at your favorite picture ever, the only one you always laugh at, and nothing happens except your feeling vaguely annoyed -

...friendship is a thing that is ephemeral enough, perfect enough, small and private and you enough, that it cannot be replaced. Only remembered. You can make new friends, but none of them will fill the roles, because there are no roles to fill with friendship.

In college, the Super Best Friends Zaibatsu - Two Best Friends Play - the Scrublords - the Podcast - whatever you wanna call ‘em, they were my best friends. Their dumb, smart, referential, original, unlike-anything-else-I’d-ever-heard senses of humor were ...perfect. Completely perfect. I loved nothing more than sitting down in front of my computer for hours on end, listening and watching them bumble through games.

And games! I loved video games. I love video games. And these two - Matt and Pat - three - Matt and Pat and Woolie - four - Matt and Pat and Woolie and Liam - helped me to understand gaming in a way I never had before. A more grownup way, if you care about that sort of thing - with opinions on subjects I’d never considered, insights on old games that grew my brain and my opinions and my sense of self beyond what they’d been before, and a distinct and articulate way of expressing their dumb opinions that made me feel like my opinions mattered too.

So many hours on their podcasts. Learning at the feet of the masters. Listening to them was growing up.

And then I grew up.

It’s sad to say, like losing your favorite food at a local cafe, or being unable to see the city lights at night any longer, but me and the Super Best Friends grew in different directions, as we moved forwards. I lost them, in the tail end of my dropout years, somehow - picked up other things that interested me more. Fell apart a bit. Came back to them, trying to capture the magic of long ago.

Not so magical, now. Harder to find jokes I wanted to laugh at. The quirks seemed less quirky and beautiful, now, more confusing and alienating. And some things they said irked me, to be honest, rubbed me the wrong way.

But I was so desperate to keep hold of my friends. The Super Best Friends. So desperate that I did what any friends try to do when they sense that falling apart happening, and I tried to hold on ever tighter, keep what was precious close to me, keep the past in the present. Not let things change.

We all know that’s futile.

It sucked, realizing that the Zaibatsu and I weren’t best friends like we used to be. It sucked, to lose my closest friend, long before I even realized it had actually happened.

And now it’s happened to the Best Friends themselves.

The thing they (eventually) named their channel for was the ephemeral, perfect, small and private, them that was their friendship. And perhaps, possibly, unfortunately, that perfect storm of events and people and, gosh, and love?

Perhaps that’s why today was inevitable. Not that friends must always, inevitably break apart, that there’s no such thing as lifelong; no. That’s dumb. Just that things change. And unless you change too, you can’t keep up with perfection, because unless you change what “perfect” is, because it will always be moving away from itself.

I dunno, This has been a long, rambly, probably pretentious thing, and now that it’s all out here on the page, I dunno what my point was? This sucks. This sucks. This is my tribute to the fallen, I guess, a chance to articulate the loss. A eulogy.

Maybe I was closer friends with them than I thought, still.

#super best friends play #two best friends play #best friends zaibatsu #tbfp #sbfp #deep and everlasting sigh #gonna miss 'em

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Park Jihoon - Rival [Part 1]

Requested By: Anon ^^ (Enemies to Lovers)

Genre: Slight angst

Parts: [Part 1] [Part 2]

Note: Hi all, I hope everything is going well. The holidays kind of threw off my schedule, but I’ll be back on track this week. :D I’ll also make a master post of all of my past scenarios so that it’s easier to access as well :3 The second part to this fic will be up by the end of the weekend. ^^ Enjoy! ^^

As soon as the clock hit 9am, you knew you had to brace yourself. Every morning was exactly the same. A herd of female workers that were giggling amongst themselves arrived at the desk in front of yours, just as the elevator doors opened and a slew of people exited. The giggling intensified when the person the girls were waiting for approached his desk. They all quickly greeted him and he did the same as he happily chatted with them. This whole interaction only made your roll your eyes. What did they find so attractive about him? What did they like so much about him? You really couldn’t understand all this hype over your co-worker, Park Jihoon.

Granted, part of that had to do with the fact that you weren’t his biggest fan. The two of you started as interns for this publishing company at around the same time, only a few months apart. You had started first, this job being your first real job after your junior year of college, and if you were going to be honest, it wasn’t an easy one to get. You had sent your resume out to many companies, but most told you that you didn’t have enough experience to work there. It felt contradictory, seeing as an internship was supposed to help you gain experience, but you still wrote back to each rejection email, telling them that you were thankful that they considered you, and that you would apply again in the future when you were more qualified. Eventually you heard back from this internship and readily accepted their offer. The first couple of weeks were a little rough as people were getting used to having you around, but you made sure to show initiative, and they seemed to like that. It even encouraged them to hand you more complicated tasks.

And then Park Jihoon came along.

You still remembered Jihoon’s first day. He exited the elevator that morning, the CEO of the company and his son walking him to his desk. You remembered quickly greeting them, being a little surprised, but not thinking much about it at the time. Jihoon had been polite towards you and you thought that there was a high possibility that, being thrown into this situation as interns, that the two of you could bond over it. But you soon learned that how the others would interact with him would be different than how they interacted with you.

Whereas it took the other coworkers time to get used to you, actually leaving you alone to do your own work for a few days, this was not how they treated Jihoon. Your coworkers would constantly come over to introduce themselves to him and ask him if he needed help with anything. It irked you a bit that they didn’t offer you the same type of help, but Jihoon himself was pleasant so you never had any reason to get angry about it. They had told you that you were their first intern in a really long time. Maybe they learned what not to do with you and decided to be a little more hands on with Jihoon?

The truth was that Jihoon was a nice enough guy too. He greeted you every morning when he came in and the two of you would often chat when he wasn’t busy. You found that you had quite a bit in common with him, from the foods you liked, to the TV shows you watched, even to what you wanted to do later in your careers. The more you talked to him the more you felt comfortable with him. You could even see why some of the women in the office had a little crush on him. You were kind of developing one yourself.

And that’s when something happened. To celebrate Jihoon’s addition to the team, the office planned a small welcome party for him. You were invited of course, and though you mingled with your coworkers to a degree, you spent a majority of your night on your own at one of the more secluded tables, not being one for these types of festivities. At some point during the evening, Jihoon slipped away from the others and found you at your table, away from the commotion. The two of you chatted, had some laughs and somehow, one thing led to another and he leaned over to give you a kiss. It was natural, not forced, and it was quick. Nothing racy, just a light kiss.

It came as a surprise at first and before you could ask him about it, some of your coworkers came over and pulled him away. It had been on your mind the rest of that night and eventually you built up the courage to text him about it the next morning, asking what it meant. But, he never got back to you. It hurt a bit at first, but you tried to ignore it… until you got an interesting piece of gossip from your coworker, Minhyun. He told you that Jihoon was friends with the CEO’s son, Jinyoung. He didn’t know if that was how Jihoon had gotten this internship in the first place, but that did allow your mind to wander a bit. Maybe the reason he never got back to you was that you weren’t really worth his time. The thought of that hurt even more.

You didn’t want that little piece of gossip to color the way you thought of Jihoon, though it did make you notice some things about the way he was being treated versus how the others treated you. The reason they were so nice to him was because he had a connection to the higher ups. The reason he got more exciting work than you did was probably for similar reasons.

You had tried really hard to not let his situation bother you, but as he made more friends in the office and started to talk to you less, you started to see less of that Jihoon that greeted you on his first day. He was becoming no different than the others to you, and your view on him had changed. Your own personal doubts and the slight resentment you had towards him built into a full on dislike for Park Jihoon. Your demeanor towards him changed. You would rarely talk to him and he seemed to pick up on it. And soon his demeanor changed as well. He really wasn’t the same Jihoon anymore. Instead, most of your exchanges were a series of glances, usually you rolling your eyes at him as he chatted up all of the women in the office and him sending a smug look back. How you ever thought that you could get along with this guy, you never knew. Obviously it wasn’t meant to happen.

When the flock of women around your desk finally left, you were able to get back to work, typing up some ad proposals based on the research your manager had given you on one of the firm’s small time clients. A familiar voice called both yours and Jihoon’s names, pulling you from your task as your manager showed up at your desks. You both quickly greeted him as he gave you both a smile. “I have a surprise for the two of you,” he stated, confusing both you and Jihoon. “I’d like for you to think of it as a test of sorts. Something to prove that you’ve both learned something from this internship,” he stated, before gesturing for the two of you to follow him.

He led the two of you into one of the conference rooms where two of the seats had folders situated in front of them. He motioned for both of you to take the two seats before sitting in one of the remaining seats across the table. “Inside those folders are your tests. We’ve been asked to create a marketing strategy for one of the most anticipated books of the year. It’s described for you in the documentation. What I want you both to do is take a shot at creating a marketing strategy from the ground up and to present these strategies to me and the other team leads.”

“Now, I wouldn’t say that this would determine who stays on when your internships are over, because that would be cruel, but I do think that if you can put your best foot forward in accomplishing this task, then we’ll be able to better assess how much you learned and if a full-time position is in your future. So, why don’t the two of you take a look over these files and come up with some questions? We set aside some time for you to meet with the writer of the book to address any questions or concerns you may have. Other than that, good luck!” he said before leaving the two of you alone in the room together.

“Well that was a new way to drop a challenge like this in our laps…” Jihoon muttered as he took a look through the file.

“What, afraid I’ll do better than you?” you asked, doing the same.

“Oh no, the opposite. I don’t think you can keep up with me,” he whispered before grabbing his folder and leaving. You glared after him as he left, but you knew that he also had a point.

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“You know, we wouldn’t be in this situation if you just listened to me…” Jihoon stated from his spot across the room from you.

“I do know. You’ve already said that multiple times already…” you mumbled back. You knew he was right, even if it was painful to admit it. The two of you were definitely in this situation because you wouldn’t listen to him, but you couldn’t help it. The fact that it was Park Jihoon just made it so hard for you.

~* Thirty Minutes Earlier… *~

The deadline for the marketing proposals was the following morning and you still felt like you weren’t ready. You had spent countless hours at work, and even taking your work home with you when it got too late, to try and come up with something that the writer would connect with. And, of course, also to beat Jihoon’s idea. But even now that you were trying to wrap it all up, it felt unfinished. You had never struggled to come up with a decent idea before and you had to wonder if it was the fact that you were competing with Jihoon that made it so difficult. He was the type of person that really was full of great ideas that really captivated people. You envied him for it, honestly.

Still, there was no point in turning in a half finished proposal either, so you stayed late that night to put together all of your materials… and you happened to have some company. Jihoon was staying late as well, you assumed, for the same reason. So when you needed a couple of report covers, as well as some other supplies to finish up your things, you decided to go in search of the supply room. Jihoon said that he needed some things as well and tagged along. Though you acted annoyed, you were actually rather glad to have him with you. The area the supply room was located was a little creepy during non-work hours.

But when you arrived at the supply room, there were actually two doors, neither labeled, on each side of the hallway. You found yourself standing there trying to remember which one was the right one and eventually chose the door on the right. But as you were going to open it, Jihoon urged you that it was the wrong one and that it should have been the door on the left. You were stubborn though, and not wanting to back down on your decision, you slipped through the door on the right, Jihoon right on your heels. But when you came face to face with cleaning supplies instead of office supplies, you knew that you weren’t in the right place.

Obviously this was not the supply room. “I told you it was the other room…” Jihoon muttered, only receiving a glare from you.

“Well we can’t all be right all the time, can we?” you retorted, not bothering to actually say it was your fault. Instead, your moved passed him, going for the door so that the two of you could get out of the custodial closet. Thing was, when you pushed on the door, it didn’t open. You gave it another push, then another, really putting your weight into it, but to no avail.

Jihoon was quick to notice that you weren’t able to storm off like you had intended and he turned to face you, watching you struggle with the door. “Having some trouble there?” he asked.

“Yeah, it actually won’t open,” you replied matter-of-factly, your tone flat as you tried again, only to wince when you hurt your shoulder a bit.

Jihoon rolled his eyes as he came over to see what was so difficult about opening a door. “It can’t be that bad…” he muttered as he leaned into it, expecting it to open… and it didn’t. Flustered, he tried again with more force, but that didn’t work either. A slight bit of panic seemed to set in as he tried again and even pounded on the door, but nothing.

You were a bit surprised by his reaction, but honestly if he didn’t move you from the door to try himself, you probably would have started pounding on it too. “We’re stuck here, Jihoon,” you told him. He gave you a look then and you just kind of shrugged. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“You chose the wrong room in the first place. If you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” he replied curtly, and it actually stung a bit. There was a bit of bite behind those words and you weren’t feeling it.

“Fine, fine, blame me for getting us into this situation,” you spat back, moving away from him and going to take a seat, obviously a little upset by his words. “We just have to wait for the night custodian to get here. I think it should be in a couple of hours…”

“So I have to spend a couple of hours with you in here?” he asked, but you didn’t reply at this point, just curled up on your own on your side of the room. Jihoon sighed and moved from the door, also taking a seat on the floor, but on the opposite side of the room. This was not how he thought things would go...

#wanna one #park jihoon #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #ahhh i hope this is okay ;^;#kpop scenarios

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thegreatwhiteferret · 6 years

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I was tagged by: @its-reddie-bitch (Thanks for this by the way, Elle. 85 fucking questions...Jesus. Lmao ❤️❤️❤️ )

1. last drink?: Venti Soy Blonde Latte from Starbucks because I am a basic white bitch

2: last phone call?: My older sister when I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

3. last text message?: “Can I use your card for Starbucks?” Because I am a poor ass basic white bitch.

4. last song you listened to?: Rainbow by Kesha (Gets me in the feels every time)

5. last time you cried?: Mmmmmmmm last night or the early hours of today...

6. dated someone twice?: Noppppppppppppppe. Thank fucking God.

7. kissed someone and regretted it: I don’t think so.

8. been cheated on?: We weren’t “exclusive” so...but I’d fucking say that it still felt like it.

9. lost someone special?: So so many.

10. been depressed?: Severely for the majority of my life. (In case y’all hadn’t figured out that I’m an anxious and depressed mess)

11. gotten drunk and thrown up?: OH MY GOD. Only twice that I can think of, but one was really bad. Sour blue raspberry Smirnoff vodka and Titos vodka, and I filled like a full tumbler glass with that and chugged it...because why the fuck not? I’ll tell you why not, I ruined a $2,500 cowhide rug...fuck.

fave colors

12. Fluorescent Pink- Basic white bitch with Barbie tendencies.

13. Tiffany Blue- See above reasoning

14. Anything Pastel Ever

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends?: Yes, but I also lost a shit ton.

16. fallen out of love?: Hahahahaha. No romantic interactions at all in the past year so...not possible.

17. laughed until you cried?: All the time. That wine drinking Pennywise was the last thing that made me do this.

18. found out someone was talking about you?: Yes, and that bitch is lucky I had enough self control to not throw hands with her.

19. met someone who changed you?: Yes. (For better and for worse)

20. found out who your friends are?: In the hardest way possible.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list?: Nope, and we can leave it that way.

general:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl?: All of them.

23. do you have any pets?: My furry baby who is actually an alien like Stitch dog, Pippa. (But I also have my sister’s dog with me right now)

24. do you want to change your name?: Nah, I’m good.

25. what did you do for your last birthday?: Went for dinner with my family and tried to keep myself together.

26. what time did you wake up today?: Erhmmmmmm 10:30 ish, but I laid in bed with the dogs until almost 12. It was glorious.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night?: Finishing the latest chapter of I Will Try To Fix You so I could post it and watching Bloodline (legit only for Owen Teague...don’t judge me.)

28. what is something that you can’t wait for?: Things to get better...?

30. what are you listening to right now?: Someone You Like by The Girls and The Dreamcatcher

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom?: Yup.

32. something getting on your nerves?: What doesn’t get on my nerves would be a shorter list. What irks me more than anything is people being assholes to other people because their ideals don’t match. No one is fucking asking you to engage in a poly relationship or marry your same gender so fuck off! Gahhhhh.

33. most visited website?: Tumblr (But if Google Docs counts (14 tabs open Jesus) then that’s close behind and so is Ao3).

34. hair color?: Bleached white blonde with horrendous roots. I sooooo want to do something drastic to it though,

35. long or short hair: It’s shoulder length so whatever that is.

36. do you have a crush on someone?: A real life person? No. Celebrities? Hilary fucking Knight always and forever. People on this site? ...Maybeeeeeee.

37. what do you like about yourself?: This is a really hard question. I guess I’m an alright writer and I genuinely like helping people.

38. want any piercings: I have quite a few, but I have my eye on a few for the future.

39. blood type: O+

40. nicknames: Meg, Megs, Meggie, Mefge (Typo from Wii that will never cease to haunt me!), Texas...really freaking boring I guess.

41. relationship status: Single AF...by choice, not my choice, but a choice.

42. zodiac: Libra

43. pronouns: She/Her

44. fave tv show: Golden Girls (and a million others, I watch a lot of TV tbh)

45. tattoos: I have a list of 14 that I want when I have money.

46. right or left handed: Right

47. ever had surgery: I’ve had sinus surgery and gastric related surgery so far. There will be more in the future I am sure.

48 . piercings: Two lobes each ear, industrial, rook, conch, and tragus. (Nips, belly button, and something else in the future hopefully)

49. sport: HOCKEY, ALL DAY EVERY DAY BABY!!!

50. vacation: I haven’t been on one in years. I am dying to go to Disney and London.

51. trainers: Converse Chuck Taylors

more general

52. eating: Salad but I want to make a mug cookie...

53. drinking: Still working on that Latte

54. im about to watch: I’m watching some British family cook off show with my mom and sister on Netflix.

55. waiting for: Better days, they better be coming quickly.

56. want: To actually be motivated enough to quickly finish the 14 requests I have!!! Hahahaha, that’s why it’s a want and not a possibility.

57. get married? YES PLEASE! But I think someone has to actually be able to tolerate me for this to happen. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

58. career: I quit my original dream career and now I am going back to school for nursing. It was toxic and I needed a change.

59. hugs or kisses: ALL OF THE PHYSICAL AFFECTION PLEASE!

60. lips or eyes: Eyes. Oh my God, EYES.

61. shorter or taller: ¿Por que no los dos?

62. older or younger: I don’t care as long as they are at least 18...sounds bad but whatever.

63. nice arms or stomach: Uhmmmm either?

64. hookup or relationship: Relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: It depends on the situation.

66. kissed a stranger: Not yet, but I would.

67. drank hard liquor: Pretty much all I drink because I am allergic to beer and do not like wine. I actually owe my sister six shots of fireball, so that’s going to happen and I will be on the floor...

68. lost glasses: All the fucking time and then I can’t find them because I’m blind! Endless struggle.

69. turned someone down: Yes...and ghosted people too.

70. sex on the first date: SURE. Why the fuck not??

71. broken someones heart: I don’t think so.

72. had your heart broken: Yes, and at the time I thought I would never recover, but I’m still kicking bitches.

73. been arrested: No.

74. cried when someone died: So so so so so so so so much.

75. fallen for a friend: Yes, multiple times, and they were awful decisions!

do you believe in…

76. yourself: No. Unfortunately. It’s a struggle, but I promise that I am going to get help very soon and work on this. I’m just very very hard on myself and don’t like when I’m not perfect. 😕😕😕

77. miracles: Maybe...

78. love at first sight: Nope. Infatuation of lust at first sight? Yes. Love? No, I don’t think it’s something to play around with and it has to grow.

79. santa clause: I CAN HEAR THE BELLS!!!!

80. kiss on a first date: I mean I already said why not to sex on the first date, so kissing is mild.

81. angels: I don’t know. Angels I��m not sure about, but I do believe in spirits and things of that nature.

82. best friend’s name: Can I say my dog? Is that pathetic? Pippa is my ride or die, guys.

83. eye color: Blue

84. fave movie: Inglorious Basterds, IT, and Rise of the Guardians in no specific order, because I am indecisive and can’t choose.

85. fave actor: I can’t choose one! Taron Egerton, Michael B. Jordan, and Evan Peters are high on my list though.

I have no idea who has already been tagged so I’m just going to throw some names out... @billbenbev @milagric @theriodiaries @demianhill @dannybriereisaliferuiner @valiantlydeepestdinosaur And literally anyone else who wants to do this!

#Meg Writes Things #Meg Takes Way Too LOng To Answer Simple Prompts #Meg Overthinks everything too #ME

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hp-wizardingtrash-1 · 7 years

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James Potter imagines (femxreader)

Request: Hi! could you please do #1 and #18 pls! thank you! - anon

1) “I guess I fell for you”

18)”I just cant help myself when I’m around you”

Word count: 1463

a/n: Remember that you can request several prompts if you like, just to make the story more interesting, it also gives me more material to work with! Also feel free you add personal characteristics for the reader if you like!

You had always been good friends with the Marauders. Ever since you had met them on the platform before your first year at Hogwarts, you just clicked and bonded together like glue. Every year you would share the same compartment on the train and would raid the trolley whenever it rolled by. You were feisty and fearless, so it wasn’t a total surprise when you got sorted into Gryffindor with the rest of the boys. For six years you remained only friends, that is until James Potter had begun to grow feelings for you.

It wasn’t an immediate change, but he became very aware at how often guys would come up and want to talk to you. How he had not noticed this before was beyond him. The one time that bothered him the most was during dinner in the Great Hall. You sat across from him and Remus, with Sirius next to you. It irked him at how easily some random Slytherin guy would come and openly flirt with you, and he had to sit there and watch. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, you were just his friend and nothing had changed. As usual he would forcefully try to remind himself of this. But no matter what he tried to think he always had the sudden urge to want to put his hand in yours whenever he saw you in the hallway, or how he had to restrain himself from staring at you in the middle of class. Any time you were studying in the common room, he started noticing how you would bite your lip when you were concentrating really hard, and it drove him crazy. He wanted to kiss you but he tried to think better of himself because he knew you only saw him as a friend.

“She’s my best friend!”

“But she’s stunning!”

“Shes still see’s me as just a friend though”

“What if I told her my feelings”

“But that could ruin everything”

“What if I don’t care?”

James’ change in attitude towards you did not go unnoticed, however. You picked up on how he didn’t talk very often with you anymore if you were alone together, and whenever you glanced at him in class you would find him already looking in your direction, but hastily turning away when your eyes met each other. For a few weeks this new behavior carried out but you brushed it off as just mere curiosity. Even after many attempts to get on his level, he would become all distracted and avoid you altogether. It was getting annoying.

You had to find a way to get him alone to talk to you, and so you snatched your next opportunity when everyone was heading down to the quidditch pitch for the game of Gryffindor against Slytherin. When you and the rest of the Marauders had found your seats in the stands, both teams were making there way onto the pitch and you glanced down to the Gryffindor team and found James with his signature smirk on his face. He was so in his element, and boy, did he love the attention. The crowd was cheering and majority were sporting the infamous red and gold colors to represent the Gryffindor house.

The quidditch referee finally called out to the players to mount their brooms.The whistle blew and they were off. The players were flying in every which way to catch up with the quaffle as it zoomed up and down the field. Until it was in the hands of a gryffindor girl who you did not recognize. She weaved in among the players trying to block her but triumphantly managed to score a goal, the cheers from the crowds became defining.

Then the quaffle finally fell into the hands of James. He was playing brilliantly, with multiple shots fired, the score came to 60-10. James was about to score another point when..

“Hey, baby. why don’t you come and sit on my lap tonight and I can show you what a real man can do with his broomstick.” an arrogant boy from Slytherin had called in your direction. You felt disgusted and Sirius and Remus had come to your aid by yelling profanities back at him. “You foul git!” “Sod off will ya!” They cried in unison. But as you rolled your eyes, you found that the obnoxious sytherin was now rapidly falling towards the ground, hit by a flying quaffle.

“Foul, potter!” Roared the commentator “10 points from Gryffindor!”

When the game had drawn to a close, you excused yourself from the rest of the boys as you went to the Gryffindor changing room where James was most likely about to finish up. What were you thinking? Can't this wait? Why were you so adamant on talking to him now? Was this really that important that it had to happen right now?

You pushed those thoughts aside as you entered the changing room. James was standing there with his exposed back towards you, facing the wall. You took a moment to admire how his muscles moved together in perfect sync. There was no one else in the room as far you could tell, so you felt safe enough to call out.

“James?”

“What? Oh, (Y/N)? It’s you. What are you doing here?” A blush rising to his cheeks. “I thought you would be up at the castle with everyone else.” His voice became muffled from pulling his black school robes over his head, turning in your direction. Your mouth suddenly clamped shut and you had to urge your self to speak as though your voice became lodge in your throat.

“I had to see you.” You racked your brain as to what to say. As of right now, you had no idea why he didn't want anything to do with you. Was it something that you said? How would you be able to explain yourself if you didn't even know you did. It crossed your mind how James would hardly ever get upset with anyone, unless it was at the expense of his ego. So what did you do then?

“I wanted to know what I did that’s making you avoid me all of a sudden” You breathed a sigh of relief, letting the words flow from your mouth. He looked up at you with a sodden expression.

“What? No I’m not avoiding you” He stated quickly, looking at the ground, making sure to not meet your stare.

“I’m not an idiot, James. I see the way you always avert you gaze when I look at you. You have barely said a word to me all week, you become all fidgety whenever it's just us in a room together, and don’t think I haven't noticed how you become all bad tempered during dinner sometimes. And what was that ]about on the pitch? Was that really necessary to knock that guy off his broom?” You gestured behind you towards the field.

“He was being a git, he deserved it”

“Even so, what did I do that got you all in a fuss? Whatever I did I’m sorry...”

“Oh, (Y/N).” he breathed through a laugh. He covered his mouth so to hide his growing grin. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“I can’t believe that’s what you think” he grinned. “(Y/N)....I just can't help myself when I’m around you.”

“What are you talking about”

“I can't explain it, you just…. Whenever you are around, the room just lights up” he started. “You know?”

“I get frustrated because I hate to see how people easily flirt with you when I can't do anything about it. Out on the pitch just then. that annoyed the crap out of me, that piece of trash deserved to fall off his broom” He let out a laugh and continued.” I bet Godric Gryffindor is rolling in his grave because I’ve been such a coward, I should have told you sooner but I didn't know how to, I kind of just thought that it was just a feeling...

“I guess what I’m trying to say is..Well I guess the thing is...” he stuttered

You raised your arms above your head in exasperation. “Oh for the love of Merlin, just spit it out James!.”

But you had been swiftly caught off guard as James moved forward and smashed his lips onto yours, knocking you both off balance. He kissed you with a deep passion, and it made you crave more of him. You had no idea how starving you were until you had tasted his lips. He held you everywhere from up your back and over your arms and suddenly he was kissing you harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need you had never known before.

He pulled away slowly, still holding you in his embrace, Looking into your eyes he said “Well, I guess I fell for you...”

Hey there lovlies! Here’s another imagine for ya’ll. tell me what you thought of it I would LOVE your feed back! Fell free to request anything to me for an imagines or just a gif imagines. Hope you liked it!

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imagine-your-way-out · 7 years

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#5 | Reckless | Alexander x Reader

A/N: Hello! This is for the anon that requested the A.Ham angst with fluff ending. I decided to make it into two parts because I thought it was too long. AND OMIGOSH I HAVE A STORY TO TELL. I FOUND A GUY. KINIKILIG AKOOOOO. *cough* Yeah, anyways, you’ll know all about it in my next imagine with Philip Hamilton. Stay tuned!

Warnings: Mentions of war, description of wounds

Part Two

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There was a reason you weren’t head nurse.

The zealousness of your heart to heal these bloodied men fighting for freedom all went down the drain at the sight of a thread and needle.

Stitches. Painful, inhumane stitches.

You wince at the sight of thread going inside flesh. A ghostly pain went across your chest as you imagined the sharp sensation going through you as well.

Theresa, a fellow nurse, passed by you in a flurry. The metal instruments clacked loudly in her tray at her quick pace.

“Will someone help me assist stitching up the three newcomers?” Theresa’s booming voice reached your eardrums.

A standby nurse nudged you in Theresa’s direction. And it happened that Theresa had to notice you first.

“(Y/N)! Don’t stand there and watch! Lead these men in separate cots, deal with one of them after.”

You walked stiffly to the men’s general direction. The prospect of you having to patch them up made you tremble.

Focus, (Y/N), you think to yourself. These men need your help. Don’t be a coward. You signed up for this and now you have to deal with it.

With newfound vigor, you helped the men into separate cots. You handled them with extra caution, their faces contorting in pain with every step.

After leading the last man into a vacant spot, you assessed the man from head to toe. Blood was splattered in patches, some were probably not his. His right cheek was badly bruised. Half of his uniform sleeve was ripped to shreds. The arm under it had a jagged slice, a dagger wound, almost half a foot in length.

Your mouth stretched into a firm line. That would be a large stitch indeed.

Wordlessly, you began cleaning the minor wounds around his face. You mumbled apologies everytime the soldier winced.

When the time came to finally stitch the large wound in his arm, your hands trembled. You almost dropped the needle in fright.

“I-I’ll be stitching up your arm,” you stammer, “It’ll hurt like hell, please bare with it.” The man chuckled lightly.

“I can take a stitch,” he said.

You nod and began to push the needle in his flesh. The man gave a yelp, making you flinch.

“I-I’m so s-sorry!” you cried, “I told you it would hurt. Here, muffle your screams with this.” You hand him a rag and he instantly bit it.

“I’ll try to make it quick,” you promise. You heaved a deep sigh and tried to calm yourself.

Just imagine you’re stitching a fabric.Yeah, just doing a practice stitch. You made this into a mantra as you steadily inserted the needle back and forth. Every once in a while, the man would grunt in pain but you tried to ignore it.

After seven minutes of pain and mumbled apologies, you finally finished patching him up.

“All done,” you say weakly, exhausted from the mental exertion.

“This is what I get for asking to be in the frontlines,” the man said gruffly. You stare at your patient and finally took a good glance at him.

His smooth, black hair was pulled back in a short pony, showing off his mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes. All his features were perfect, not even the slight swell on his right cheek can tarnish his face.

You gawk, momentarily realizing your patient was a handsome man.

“Thank you, nurse,” he trailed off, staring at you.

“(Y/N),” you smile shyly, a blush forming in your cheeks.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out. The blush in your cheeks began spreading to your entire face.

“I’m Alexander Hamilton, thank you for the wonderful job in patching me up.” He kissed your hand. You were positive that your face was about to explode. Is this even supposed to happen inside a medic tent?

“I’m, uh,” you stumble on your words, “I hope I don’t see you here again.”

Alexander’s face fell. You realized what your words had sound like.

“Oh! I mean, that you, you know, won’t be injured again. Hopefully, we meet in a different place? Like that, yeah, ” you say eloquently. Alexander chuckled, making you blush in embarrassment.

“Hopefully, then,” he teased, “I hope I don’t need to injure myself to keep seeing you.”

Did he just said what you think he said?

“What?” you asked, “Are you… Going to court me?”

“Definitely,” said Alexander, “Would you want to? I mean, I understand if you don’t-”

“I would love to.” You smile brightly. Alexander had this charm that pulled you towards him. Being with him just felt right.

Alexander never failed to make you blush.

Almost every day, a letter was sent to you. Nurses looked on with jealousy as you read its contents. It was hard enough to get a soldier to notice a nurse, much less to get courted.

Somehow, you were irked at Alexander’s letters. His eloquency and smoothness seemed fake. You reluctantly asked him about it when he had another unfortunate encounter and you had to patch him up again.

“There’s a reason why I write letters to you even if we’re just tents apart,” he said. “Contrary to what people think, I stumble on my words if I’m purposely charming someone.”

You raised a brow questioningly.

“If I put my words into paper, they sound better and I could take it back. Rewrite a new one. I’m sorry to make you doubt my words.” Alexander looked incredibly guilty.

“That’s fine,” you say softly, “I should also apologize for thinking your words were fake.” You pressed the ice bag to a bruise on his wrist.

Alexander yelped, “I don’t think you’re actually sorry. You stifled a laugh.

"Sorry.” You pressed the ice bag harder. Alexander’s breath hitched. He glared at you mockingly but his eyes softened at your amused smile.

He would go impossible measures to make you happy.

This is it, you think, the day you’ll fail your job. Your hands trembled non-stop.

A few nurses shriek as two cannons striked probably a few meters away from the medic tent. You remained stoic, keeping the panic internally.

Even if your face remained impassive, your entire body shook. The fear of Alexander dying was getting into your head. Multiple scenarios coursed through your mind, all having the same outcome. Alexander. Dead. Gravely injured.

I’m getting morbid, you sigh.

A trickle of wounded soldiers came in, some escorted by one or two men. It looked like a small parade of injuries. The degree of damage to their bodies worsening by the next.

One of the lesser injured soldier talked in low voices with Theresa. You strained to get a glimpse of their conversation but their voices were overlapped by pounding feet and clinking metals.

To hear them better, you assisted a wounded soldier a few feet away from them.

“-left in the battlefield,” the man was saying, “We had to leave them since there were too many redcoats surrounding us.”

“Some of these men are important, you say?” Theresa’s voice quivered.

“General Washington’s most trusted men,” he clarified, “One of them was his aide-de-camp, Hamilton, I think.”

The tweezers you held clattered to the ground.

No.

A sudden weight began to fill in your chest. Your nightmares were coming true.

“-not supposed to be in the battlefield.” You made no move to pick up the fallen instrument. “Still, he needs to be rescued along with the other men. Deploy some nurses out in the battlefield. The British must have left already.”

Out of the corner of your eye, Theresa nodded at the soldier and left to gather those who would be sent out in the battlefield.

I need to get to Alexander, you think desperately. You haphazardly treated your patient’s wounds. Your mind was too clouded with worry to care about doing your job right. Alexander was your first priority.

Once the soldier was treated decently, you rushed to Theresa. She was talking to some nurses, probably those who would be sent into the battlefield.

“Theresa!” you called out. Fortunately, she turned around and addressed you.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” Theresa said, annoyed.

“Can I-” you gulp, suddenly feeling nervous because of the harsh stare of the head nurse. “Can I be sent to the frontlines?” you regained your posture.

“No.”

You deflated a little but stood up straighter.

“I know my way through the battlefield,” you coerced. It was a half-truth. Alexander sometimes taught you of war plans and visualized the battlefield when you were curious.

“I can lead the nurses safely,” you continue. Theresa looked at you scrutinizingly. You pushed back your doubts and maintained the brave façade.

“Fine,” she relented.

You breathed out a relieved sigh.

“Do your best, (Y/N). Lives are at stake.” You nodded.

“I won’t let you down.”

Almost a dozen bodies were found to tend to. None of them were Alexander’s.

All of the nurses were occupied at the moment. They tended to them on the spot while you overlooked the bloody field.

A few redcoats were scattered. Dead. There some that were difficult to identify. Every body that you passed that weren’t Alexander filled you with dread.

What if the British took his body as a spoil of war? What if he was one of those bodies mangled beyond identification?

What if?

“(Y/N).” You turned to the voice and almost dropped your medic kit.

“Alexander?” you gasp, horrified.

His blue coat was tattered almost entirely. He draped it over in one shoulder to hide the dagger wound you stitched. The wound had reopened.

It was the least of your worries though. His face was drained of color and his hair was matted with dried blood. You didn’t want to think whose blood it was.

“(Y/N),” Alexander repeated, walking towards you.

“Stop!” Alexander looked startled at your outburst.

“Don’t move, you’re too wounded.” You made your way to him and made him kneel down.

“What happened?” you whisper, dabbing a damp cloth on his face.

“I went to the British camp,” he narrated, “There’s something Mr. Washington needed. A map that showed British camps.”

“So you stole that?” Your lips steadied into a thin line.

“Yes.” He winced as you pressed the cloth harder than necessary.

“You are so stupid, do you know that?” you sigh. You started applying ointment on the parts that were bruising.

“It’s for the war. For America.” You snort a little.

“You can shove your over-patriotism up your ass,” you mutter bitterly. Alexander smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry for worrying you (Y/N),” he apologized.

“It’s not about worrying me, Alexander,” you said exasperatedly. “It’s about you risking your life! I can’t have you running around and fighting like you have nothing to lose. You do have something to lose, that’s me, Alexander! There’s a reason why Washington made you stay as an aide-de-camp with Laur-”

“You were the one that pushed Washington to make me stay behind?” Alexander interrupted.

“Who else?” you scoff.

“Why would you do that?” Alexander sounded hurt.

“I can’t lose you, Alexander. I lost everyone to war already. Why do you think I became a nurse for the war?” Your voice started to crack.

Alexander casted his eyes down. “I did not realize that,” he said lowly. “How much pain I caused you, all for my ambitions.”

You opened your mouth to speak but a gunshot made both of you flinch.

“British,” muttered Alexander, “They’re probably coming after me.” He suddenly shoved a thick piece of paper toward you. “Keep this safe for me, (Y/N).”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“The British are coming. Go.”

You adamantly shook your head. “Are you just going to throw away what I just said? You can’t die, Alexander!” you cried.

He took your hand into his and looked directly to your eyes. “I love you and I don’t want you to die.”

“I don’t want you to die too,” you say helplessly. Tears falling, unabashed.

“I love you too.”

You kiss him gently but with burning passion. Alexander kisses you back, using his uninjured hand to pull your face closer. Several gunshots made you push Alexander away. He looked at you seriously and said,

“Run, and don’t ever look back.”

And you did.

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