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chaoticbardlady99 · 4 months

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I Wondered If I Could Come Home? (Astarion x F! Reader)

Synopsis- It’s been 4 months since you last saw Astarion and 3 months since you killed the Netherbrain with your other companions. Shortly after, you settled down in Silverymoon to begin a life out there and try to push Astarion out of your mind- except it can never be that easy. You shortly discover you are pregnant with his child- a child that could kill you during childbirth. Scared and alone- Shadowheart stays with you to help you deliver the baby and keep you alive.

While out at the local market, Shadowheart runs into Gale and invites him over for dinner. Gale has unexpected company.

CW: Pregnancy, mentions of potential death during birth, mentions of nudity, mentions of NSFW smut

To my fellow DND fans- no this is probably not canon compliant, yes I’m upset about that, but look I really needed to write this so sue me I guess

Author note- Self indulgent, I have baby fever, but don’t want a baby fic. I’m unsure of how long this will be or if it will have more parts-it depends on how angsty I feel, but I need to have like six different ideas to think about at a time soooo 😂

*This hasn’t been edited ✨well✨so please forgive me

*again, no fucking clue who’s picture it is, but it sure as shit isn’t mine so if it’s yours- reach out so I can give credit!

You keep yourself propped up against the sink in the kitchen as Shadowheart holds your hair out of your face and dabbing away the cold sweat that drips down your neck.

You are really sick of being morning sick. It’s absolutely the worst thing in the world- well besides your potential death from carrying your little girl inside of you. You sometimes think Astarion may get his wish- you may just die screaming.

You dry heave one last time- not a single thing comes up because you haven’t kept a single thing down since two mornings ago. Your morning sickness is inconsistent and comes on with little to no warning.

It’s been five months since you conceived this fricken kid, but it was like all the symptoms hit after you killed the Netherbrain.

A part of you really wishes you had somehow known before then- maybe it would have changed the cruel fate that ended your relationship with Astarion. You were literally pregnant in the middle of fighting Cazador. You think about what he last said to you all the time and just sob hysterically- like it happened yesterday.

A deeper part of you feels abandoned, but you blame yourself for him leaving. You should have been more convincing or maybe you shouldn’t have flat out told him no and explained why in the hells you didn’t want him to ascend.

For example- you didn’t want to lose him to some evil version of himself.

Ironically, you lost him anyway and are pregnant with his fucking child who insists on occasionally making you miserable.

Despite your inherent sadness, anger, and sickness, you find you are actually quite excited to meet her. You haven’t settled on a name yet and Shadowheart has been very helpful in regards to making sure you are healthy and strong for delivery. She’s your best friend and you could not be more grateful for her.

“I’ll go back to the market today and get you more of those herbs,” Shadowheart says quietly when she talks to you, “they seemed to help last time?”

You nod- exhausted and your head is pounding. You and this kid are going to need to have a serious conversation. You will not be letting a second Acunin make you miserable before she is ever born.

Shadowheart guides you to your bed upstairs, standing behind you in case you get hit with a wave of vertigo- which usually happens post vomit episode.

You pull your curtains closed- thankful that the desperate hope in your heart led you to buying black out curtains. You close your door and lay down on your bed- tears spilling down your cheeks freely.

You miss him terribly. You shouldn’t. You should positively hate him, but everyday of this pregnancy makes you ache for him. You should be doing this together.

You know it’s hormones- the weepiness, the intense longing, and the Gods awful horniness. Dreams are the worst. You wake up a squirming disaster at least three times a week with your skin burning hot with memories of Astarion touching you.

You are happy that isn’t the case currently, but the weepiness sucks too. Remembering how he used to curl around you, the way it felt to have him kiss you on the forehead, and all those late night conversations with (now empty) promises. You curl yourself around your pillows, willing your imagination to pretend it’s him, and you sob until you fall asleep.

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Astarion tries to contain his excitement and fear as he follows Gale and Shadowheart to your home. Finally, after searching for literal months, he was going to see you again.

Astarion has been haunted by the last words he had said to you for what feels like eons now. He hadn’t meant it at the time and he certainly doesn’t mean it now.

He had been too afraid to come back to you after everything he had said. Astarion decided you probably hate him anyway so he tried to move on.

He tried being with other people (it always failed miserably because they weren’t you), he drank until he couldn’t remember a damn thing, and when all else failed, he began his search for the Ring of the Sunwalker.

After the nightlife of Baldur’s Gate lost it’s appeal and he finally found a ring location, Astarion found himself in front of Gale’s door in Waterdeep- begging him of all people to help him.

The wizard had been puzzled and melancholy when he realized Astarion was at his door. Astarion told him every little piece of how he feels about you, how much he misses you, and how he wants to be able to give you the life that you deserve. Astarion was practically on the verge of hysteria while trying to make his case.

Thus began the search for the Ring of the Sunwalker.

They were able to locate and obtain one after a grueling three month long journey and some help from one of Gale’s old friends. Then, they headed straight to Silverymoon- your last known whereabouts.

Running into Shadowheart had felt like a miracle, but to also have her living with you had made the trip even easier. Except Shadowheart was being really really weird towards him.

When Gale first asked if Astarion could come along too, Shadowheart had asked Astarion why he wanted to come and see the person he “hoped died screaming?”

Astarion had flinched at the anger and venom in Shadowheart’s voice. He figured the others would be mad, but he was hoping maybe Shadowheart would give him a little easier time like Gale had. Astarion was genuinely surprised by how quick she was to be defensive of you and your whereabouts. When Gale confirmed that Astarion was telling the truth, Shadowheart reluctantly said he could come.

The three arrive at the front of your shared townhome- it faces the beach and has the perfect amount of windows for the sun to light up the house, but one of the rooms is hidden from sight with heavy, black out curtains.

Shadowheart turns to both of them, “Tav might not be able to join us… she’s been sick for a bit now and is… recuperating.”

Astarion feels his heart drop to his stomach.

“Sick? For how long?”

Shadowheart shifts on her feet uncomfortably, “5 months, but it got worse around 3 months.”

“Tav has been sick for that long?” Gale exclaims, “why didn’t you write!? I could have helped.”

“This particular affliction is one you wouldn’t understand,” Shadowheart says with a finality that suggests the conversation is done as she leads them into the kitchen.

Shadowheart immediately gets fussing with the herbs while Gale looks around the house. Astarion is still unsure of what he should be doing. The house engulfs him in your scent and he feels positively intoxicated. You must be really sick though because your scent smells different- not bad at all, just different.

Does he talk to Shadowheart? Does he look around with Gale?

Or does he sneak off and find you? Astarion doesn’t want to waste anymore time than he already has. Slowly, he creeps towards the stairs.

“Don’t even think about it, Astarion,” Shadowheart warns.

Astarion looks at her and then back at the stairs. He does this a couple times until Shadowheart appears to be annoyed enough that she’s let her guard down a bit.

Astarion takes off up the steps and he hears Shadowheart and Gale coming up right behind him.

Astarion hears a dry heave from down the hallway and he goes racing for the door.

If you are as sick as Shadowheart has suggested (5 months is crazy long), Astarion may not have much time with you and Gods he needs to take advantage of the time he does have.

Shadowheart be damned.

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You wake up feeling even worse than you did when you fell asleep. Your headache feels like it’s taken on a life on it’s own and Gods you are going to vomit all over the floor if you don’t move NOW!

You get up with an impossible amount of speed for how dizzy you are and you grab the pail on your nightstand and heave painfully.

You are rocking back and forth, groaning as more stomach acid comes up because again, not able to even keep anything down.

You hear a pair of footsteps and then Shadowheart screaming after-

“ASTARION! THEY ARE SICK! YOU NEED TO WAIT!”

“I have been looking for them for months now,” you hear him hiss, “if they are sick, I need to see them. If this has lasted five months- then who knows how much time I’ve wasted!”

“Will you stop being selfish for five minutes!? It’s not about you and who even says she wants to see you!?”

Shadowheart and Astarion are yelling in front of your door now. You feel tears prick your eyes- Astarion is here. Here here. A flurry of excited kicks from inside you catches your attention and a feeling of blissful happiness comes over you. Oh look, the nausea is gone. Of course it is.

“Traitor,” you whisper before laying down on your bed for a moment.

You are very happy that your unborn daughter appears to be pleased and feels good about her dad being on the other side of the door. You, on the other hand, are less than optimistic.

Wasted time doing what? And why did Shadowheart say I was sick!? In what world was that going to keep him from going upstairs!? Especially if he, your mind pauses, cares about me? Again?

Which you hope he does- you would hope Shadowheart wasn’t so sick of taking care of you that she brought him here to finish the job. Maybe this is all one big show.

Another, “I WILL DO WHAT I PLEASE” from Astarion, a “YOU SELFISH BASTARD” from Shadowheart, and a “Please can’t we all just be nice, catch up, and get along?” from Gale finally gives you the motivation to get up. The arguing feels far too much like being in camp again. You pinch the bridge of your nose, willing the growing headache to go away.

It doesn’t so you change into a pair of longer cotton pajama pants, a t-shirt that is unfortunately showing off your bump more than you’d like, and then you swing open the door in tired annoyance.

You are met with Astarion looking at you- his eyes scanning up and down your body- settling on your stomach. His expression is unreadable- it’s somewhere between lust, love, grief, and heartbreak. Embarrassed by Astarion’s intense gaze, you look over at Gale who is all smiles for you.

“Congratulations Tav!!!” Gale practically yells, making you wince, “the father is a lucky man.”

“I don’t think he considers himself a lucky man,” you say pointedly before turning to Astarion, “or do you?”

Astarion’s face changes entirely with your words. His eyes look at you, round and soft. His eyes are full of adoration and need- a look you never thought he would give you again. You have to fight the urge to grab him and drag him into your bedroom. You will not let the hormones win- you will be strong.

“I- it’s- I mean,” Astarion is fumbling over his words, “you are carrying my child?”

“Yes,” you say grumpily, crossing your arms,” and she’s been giving me nothing but trouble. Thanks to your genetics, I’m sure. This is day two of not being able to keep a damn thing down and this fucking headache is UNBEARABLE so please for the love of every God keep the arguing down.”

Astarion is still looking at you with a mystified expression- taking you in as if for the first time in his entire life. You look back towards Gale and Shadowheart- you are entirely too self-conscious and way too excited to see him for him to be looking at you like that. You are trying to be mad dammit!

Shadowheart gazes at you and your surely red tipped ears with amusement before she says, “I’ll go and get the potion ready for you- that should hopefully help.”

“I will- uh,” Gale says awkwardly, looking between you and Astarion, “join you! I might need to know which herbs to use… in the future?”

“Planning on getting pregnant Gale?” You say with a smirk.

Gale snorts at you, “Dear friend, as wonderful as you look right now- none of the side effects sound appealing.”

“Oh they most certainly aren’t,” you say,” but thanks for thinking I look ‘wonderful’. I feel, well, disgusting.”

“Gods, how could you even think that?” Astarion blurts out, appearing shocked that he even said it, “you look like…. A vision. A wonderful, stunning vision, Darling.”

Shadowheart and Gale excuse themselves as you struggle to find the words for Astarion’s comment. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire and you feel yourself begin to melt a little bit. You feel your emotions bloom into something resembling spring as he steps closer to you- looking at you with pleading eyes.

You clear your throat, “would you like to come into my room and talk?”

Astarion nods eagerly, following behind you so close that you once again have to remind yourself that ripping off the clothes of someone who literally told you they wanted you to die screaming was not healthy- at least not until you get a proper apology.

You sit against your headboard as Astarion walks around your room- running his fingers along the bassinet and rocking chair in the corner. You still can’t get a read on him.

“A girl?”

His question breaks the air.

“Yes,” you smile at him, “no name yet though.”

“I’m sure you’ll pick a nice one,” he says with a smile, but his tone is entirely too melancholic.

A painful thump in your heart fills your body with sadness. He doesn’t want to be involved. Of course he doesn’t want to be involved. You are his knocked up ex-girlfriend. What were you expecting? The lump forming in your throat is unbearable.

“You don’t want to be involved?”

Oh good Gods you are crying. Astarion rushes over to you the minute your tears begin to fall- sitting in front of you on the bed. He reaches out and gently wipes your tears away as he speaks.

“I want to be involved so badly it hurts,” his voice comes out scratchy and emotional, “but that is your decision, not mine. You have been on your own for months, my Love. Instead of trying to come back and make it better- I pushed it off until I thought I could give you what you deserved- a life in the sun.”

You almost whine in protest when his hands leave your face. He twists the ring around his index finger before continuing, avoiding your gaze, “But maybe I was wrong. Maybe what you deserve is a person that isn’t so damaged. Someone who can give you what you actually deserve which is a loving partner who hasn’t hurt you over and over again- a man worthy of being a father to ou- I mean your child.”

His confession and the tears that are streaming down his face are enough for you. Yes, you absolutely want to scream and yell at him, but you also ache for him. You can’t fault the man for being a slave for 200 years and then not taking it very well when you told him what to do. You always knew you would forgive him if he came back- you never thought he would, but here he is and like he said- there is no reason to keep wasting time.

“She is our child, Star,” you whisper and guide his eyes to look at you, “I want you to be involved. I don’t care what you think I deserve either. I have missed you so horribly since you left. It’s almost pathetic really. I’ve tried to blame it on the hormones, but… I don’t know. The picture has felt incomplete up until now.”

You absentmindedly put your hand on your stomach- receiving a kick. You glare at the place where your hand is resting.

“Will you stop kicking me for five minutes!?” You scream, “I WAS IN THIS BODY FIRST!”

Astarion looks at you bewildered and confused, but quickly realizes you aren’t talking about him. The smile that spreads across his face is wide and Astarion gingerly moves closer. You are still a little cautious- needing to protect not only yourself, but also your unborn child. He moves to the right of you and goes to move you just slightly so he can slip in behind you.

“Could I? I mean if it’s not crossing any boundaries!”

Astarion is on edge- you can tell that much, but he doesn’t look at you like he did that last time you saw him- Astarion is looking at you like you are the most precious individual who has ever walked this earth.

You nod shyly, and then Astarion slots himself behind you, your back against his chest, his face in the crook of your neck, and his legs on either side of yours. He cautiously puts his hands on your stomach and is immediately kicked.

Astarion laughs with joy, “she’s strong!”

“Strong willed and strong physically,” you shake your head and you are laughing a bit now too, “you may just get your wish yet.”

“What wish?”

It had slipped. You hadn’t meant to bring it up again- or maybe you did. You want to know for sure if he still feels that way, but the confusion in his voice says he doesn’t. You go rigid and go to dismiss it when you feel his posture change behind you, his grip loosening ever so slightly.

“Right… that.”

The silence is nerve-wracking. You’ve lost him again, you are sure of it. A stray tear begins to roll down your cheek.

“Astarion-“

“No, let me think, Darling. I want to make sure I say everything I want to say correctly.”

You continue to sit there in silence, he places soft kisses on your neck. You feel him smile against your skin at the needy moan that escapes your lips. You absentmindedly reach out for one of his hands and begin to play with his fingers while he thinks. Astarion used to let you do this all the time while you were traveling- it helps you feel grounded.

“I was so consumed by all that power in the moment,” he says slowly, “I wasn’t thinking. By the time I had realized what I had done, I felt like it was already too late- you most likely hated me and moved on.”

You have to bite your tongue- you want to scream. Hate him? Never. You had been miserable without him around for that last month of traveling. Your heart had felt like a dead weight in your chest and you had been moving around like a zombie.

“So I tried to move on… I even tried to be with others, but I just couldn’t do it. It’s selfish, but I want you. I never want anything bad to happen to you- I certainly don’t ever want you to die screaming. I don’t want you to ever carry a child that is not mine.”

You are surprised by the warmth in your core when he says his last sentence. There is something so primal there that you have to really focus on what he is saying next.

Astarion clears his throat before finishing speaking, “I don’t want to be without you anymore- four months is too long. I don’t want to miss out on anymore of your pregnancy and I want to be here for you- with you- doing this together like we should have been doing this whole time. I was a horrible fool- please give me another chance. Please, Darling. I love you- so so much more than I ever thought anyone could ever love someone.”

Astarion’s words hang in the air and you are trying not to begin crying for the 15th billion time. This is what you had wanted to hear all along. You can feel his tears on the collar of your shirt- the way he inhales as if to memorize your scent like this is the last time. Astarion is not expecting you to say yes- you know that because he’s starting to loosen up, pulling away from you so that he can respect your decision.

“I love you too,” you whisper, “I don’t want to be without you anymore either. I forgive you- please stay.”

“I won’t be going anywhere unless you want me too, my Love.”

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actual-changeling · 6 months

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my brain's kinda dead after therapy today but has anyone ever thought about when aziraphale started writing diaries?

in 1827 he says he is on volume 603. now, we COULD simply assume that he uses one diary per year, which would put our starting date in 1224. however, there's two things that bother me about that line of thinking. it is a very late time to start writing diaries considering that paper and writing have been around almost as long as he has plus over six hundred volumes - that's some fucking dedication right there. he LOVES books and thus probably loves preserving stories in general, so the second he heard of diaries being thing he started keeping one. or maybe he even invented them.

on top of that, crowley and aziraphale do not perceive time like we do, and after almost six thousand years memorable events have probably become a bit rarer.

which leads us back to the question of when he started documenting those events.

we have to entirely guesstimate this but let's say the average diary he uses has 200 pages (notebooks have a big variety of page numbers and this one's easy to work with) and he writes a minimum of one entry a month across 4 single pages. we see him NOT use the backside of a page and his handwriting is quite large.

but he probably doesn't always have an entire story to tell and we do have one other entry that really isn't very long (which can be found in the bonus section of episode 3).

so if we go with 4 pages per entry on average we'd have 50 entries per diary. divided by 12 makes around 4 years contained within one volume.

4 x 603 = 2412

1827 - 2412 = - 585

585 AD is pretty damn early and doesn't really ring a bell and that's when we use some very generous numbers and assume he writes a lot.

but.

what happens when we loosen up a little?

let's say he doesn't write 12 entries per year and that the average is less than 4 pages of writing - let's give him some more time to fill 603 volumes which. again. is quite a fucking lot and there is the very real question of where he keeps them and if crowley has seen them.

anyway. more time. paper around 3000 BC but also heaven and hell don't stick to human developments and crowley had paper in heaven.

have you guessed where i'm going with this yet?

tell me beloved tumblr bestie, do you remember the first time we get to see writing on paper that isn't celestial sketches on celestial paper?

if your answer is "job in 2500" then congrats, you won!

the conclusion to this rambling is that there's a good chance aziraphale started keeping a diary after the entire job incident. when he was exposed to earthly pleasure. when he had to start keeping track of what happened and what crowley did vs. what he SAID he did. when having a record like the god/satan contract became important.

however i want you to consider the funniest possible answer to the question "why did aziraphale start writing diaries" - he and crowley fucked and had incredibly mind blowing sex in that cellar and when aziraphale realised he had no one to talk to about it he sat down and invented diaries.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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hiii i’m thinking you do 1/4/25 with rafe!!

maybe rafe and y/n broke up but rafe really didn’t have a say bc the reader broke up with bc he was toxic and or bc of drugs and he rlly misses her and constantly try’s to get her back, and then maybe the story can end in soft smut.?

if you don’t choose to do that it’s ok!! ❤️❤️

‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you.’’ + ‘’Tell me this love is worth the fight.’’ + ‘’Don’t push me away.’’

I sort of forgot about the smut part, I'm sorry anon

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Spring was coming up, so you were helping your parents getting the country club ready for the new golfing season.

You spend the whole afternoon at the golf shop and the adjacent stock room, tidying the rental equipment and ensuring nothing was missing or broken. The person who put everything away last fall did a terrible job and now you were the one fixing their job.

After sundown, there was a knock on the glass door of the golf shop. You turned around, expecting your dad, but instead your gaze fell on a pair of blue eyes you hadn’t seen in a long time. Your throat went dry, unable to look away from him as he walked in.

‘’W-what are you doing here?’’

Your question could come off as rude, but you were genuinely confused to see him at the country club. His whereabouts of the past months were unknown to you, but you knew he had left the island since he didn’t attend Ward’s birthday dinner event or the annual golf tournament.

‘’I'm visiting for Wheezie's birthday.’’

Visiting. That confirmed he had moved out.

‘’How are you doing?’’ you asked. He looked more posed and clear-headed than the last time you saw him.

A soft smile curled on his face. ‘’Better than I ever was.’’ His smile fell and he pulled his eyebrows together while biting his lip. ‘’I…I’ve been to rehab in Charleston. I haven't touched any drugs in six months.’’

The last time you and Rafe spoke was about his addiction. That conversation — and the bag of cocaine you found in his jacket — had been the final nail to the coffin for your relationship. Addiction changes a person and cocaine had turned Rafe into a completely man; the person you called your boyfriend was no longer the man you fell for. You put up with it for a while, knowing the real Rafe was underneath, but the mood swings, the irritability, the constant lying and the violent behaviors had led to your and Rafe's end.

Now, he was standing before you, sober.

‘’That’s great, Rafe,’’ you said, proud of him. Recovering from addiction must not be easy.

‘’Yeah.’’ He fidgeted with the sleeve of his gray zip up, seeming a bit nervous. ‘’I'm seeing a therapist now. She's good.’’

‘’That’s great.’’

‘’It's strange to be home. To see all that I left behind, all that I ruined.’’ His eyes shifted to you. ‘’In rehab, we’re encouraged to apologize to the ones we hurt during our addiction. My mind would always go to you.’’ He stepped forward, closer to you, and took your hands in his. ‘’I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’’

You glanced down at your hands together. You missed the physical contact.

‘’I need to stop trying to please my dad and go live my life. So, here I am, trying to gain back what I’ve sabotaged.’’ He brought your intertwined hands up to his mouth and kissed them. ‘’Give me — us — a second chance.’’

‘’I don’t know, Rafe…’’ You stepped away, but Rafe didn’t let you.

‘’Don’t push me away. I get why you did it the last time and it was a valid reason, but what drove us apart is no longer part of my life.’’

It would be so easy to fold and give him a second chance, but you had given Rafe so many second chances that you weren’t sure if you wanted to take the risk again. He was sober now, but a lot of addicts fall back into their old demons.

‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you. And I know you do too. If you didn’t, you would’ve told me to go away when I showed up at the door.’’

You sighed, torn between listening to your heart or protecting yourself from another possible-coming wave of pain. ‘’Of course I still love you, but—’’

‘’Then give us a second chance. Tell me this love is worth the fight.’’

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mercedesvince · 10 months

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could you do something with Kim Pine and an autistic male reader? thanks

KIM PINE X AUTISTIC MALE READER

“4 Months”

You Gently filled up your second red plastic cup, making sure as to not get any drink spilled out, while simultaneously trying to get the amount to match the first cup you served. Satisfied with both drinks, you placed the utensil back into the punch bowl and picked up both cups, making your way back to the couch where Kim sat. You took your seat next to her.

You noticed she was looking off to something, or someone, in the crowd. Handing her one of the cups in your hand, she gave you quick glance and smile, then returned to what she was focused on. Following her gaze, it didn’t take you long to figure out what she had been looking at. “He’s been following her around all night,” a voice left of Kim said. You moved your eyes to look at the speaker, Steven. You hadn’t really paid much attention sitting down, so you hadn’t noticed him there. He wasn’t there before you stood up to go get you and Kim some punch, but you’re glad he has made his way over to you guys. You replied with a small hum.

“He’s pathetic,” Kim grumbled next to you. She was referring to Scott Pilgrim, who you were all currently watching move his way across the room and lean against a wall next to a girl. “Who’s she?” you asked, Kim’s eyes moved to look at you, while sipping from her cup. While she was still sipping on the punch, Steven beat her to an answer. “Ramona Flowers, I heard she’s new, from the states,” Again, you replied with a simple hum. “Yeah, and that idiot Scott is trying to go after her,” Kim added.

For the last six months, ever since you first met Kim, she had a thing against Scott, you would even go as far as to say it was hatred. You wanted to ask Kim about, but it seemed like a touchy topic, but after bringing it up with Steven one night, he caved in and explained it to you. They had dated in high school and from what you can tell it left some bad blood between them. At first you were weary of Scott, as for the past four months, you realized you were developing feelings for Kim. Something about her sarcastic, misanthropy personality caught your eye. It was easy for you to understand Kim, she didn’t like many people, and when she said things about someone, she meant it. You saw the way Kim held resentment and disinterest when talking to other people, but when it came to you, she seemed to be more open and communicative. Young Neil pointed it out once, how you hadn’t even known Kim for long and yet she seemed to have more of a liking for you than any members in Sex-bob-omb. You laughed it off, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t noticed it. Part of you wished that it meant Kim returned your romantic feelings. Maybe that meant she also wanted to be more than just friends.

“Earth to [name], you there?” a hand placed on your shoulder, resulting in your body to give a small jolt. You came face to face with Kim, a tinge of embarrassment arose in you, but simply shrugged it off. Kim asked you a question, you should respond. “Sorry just zoned out,” focusing back on the drink, you gazed your eyes down as you took a sip. You hadn’t noticed him get up, but Steven was gone from the chair next to the couch you guys sat on. “I’m bored out of my mind [name], tell me something interesting,” you let out a small exhale, a small smile growing on your face. “[insert a fact about something you like]”, you said as you lowered your red plastic cup. How were these cups so iconic? you saw them everywhere, what made these ones better than any other plastic cup? “Wow, you’re such a nerd,” Kim said as she leaned back on the couch, looking up at you. Turning to look at her again you followed her lead and leaned back, “You love this nerd,” you replied. She fixed her gaze forward “Whatever”. She had turned to look at Scott again, he wasn’t talking to that Ramona girl anymore, but anyone who focused in could tell he was still following her around. “God he’s creepy,” “Well, aren’t you doing the exact thing he’s doing?”

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“Why don’t you come inside?”

You stood at Kim’s door step. For the past two months, you had frequently been over at her house to hangout, granted her parents also lived there, but Kim had mentioned something on your drive back from the party that her parents were out of town. Granted you hadn’t been paying too much attention, not because you weren’t interested in what Kim had to say, but you couldn’t shake your thoughts on how interested Kim seemed in Scott at that party. Did she still have some sort of feelings for him? Why was she so focused in on him?

“Sure, i’m feeling social,” you joked. You liked messing with Kim, you enjoyed her sarcastic, teasing comments, and you enjoyed returning them just as much. You walked in, Kim closed the door behind you, taking your coat off, you followed Kim into the living room. “So what did you wanna do? We could watch a movie or listen to music or something,” you sat down next to her on the couch. You liked her house’s sofa, when you sat down on it it had this nice sink to it, wasn’t too soft but it also wasn’t uncomfortably hard. “I don’t know, maybe we could just talk?” “About what?” you paused for a moment. Maybe it was the late night affect, the fact that it was almost 1 in the morning, or the fact that half of the night you had spent wondering and bellowing in your thoughts, but you felt the sudden need, the urge, to ask Kim what she felt about Scott. “Why were you so interested in Scott and that girl tonight?” “I’m not interested in Scott”. You got almost an immediate answer. You hadn’t been looking at Kim, instead just focusing ahead of you. “I’m interested in you.” What?

You turned to face Kim. “I said i’m not interested in Scott, I just like picking on him,”she paused. “But I am interested in you [name],” you felt your eyes widen and a sudden rush, not even processing that you hadn’t realized you had said ‘what?’ out loud. “In what way?” “In what way do you think?” A second pause.

For the past four out of six months that you’ve known Kim Pine, you had a ‘crush’ on her, and unbeknownst to you, for those same four months Kim returned your feelings. “So, do you wanna be my boyfriend, [name]?” you took a moment, this was real, this was happening, you couldn’t fight back the smile that formed on your face. “I don’t know Kim, do you wanna be my girlfriend?” you saw Kim’s smile widen, “Dork, that was so corny,” you just smiled back, the both of you leaning in, to finally share a kiss.

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It's all academic darlin' EPILOGUE

~39k+ Hangster AU. IceMav established in background.

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10

This is a very fluffy feel-good epilogue. Didn't quite manage to shoehorn in more of Bradley lecturing and Jake being in there, or as much epistolary as I would like. ENJOY! (~4.5k long)

EPILOGUE

Bradley was meant to fly last night, but he’d ended up being kept back with something drastic in the lab, so he’d missed his take-off timeslot. Instead it’s fucking ass o’clock and Jake is watching the little six-seater come in to land and he’s pretty sure the swooping in his stomach is because the man he’s pretty sure he loves is inside that plane. It’s been a week of revelations and he can hardly believe it’s only been a week. He watches as Bradley follows the directions of the ground crew before he’s walking toward him, bag slung over his should and he looks great. His legs and ass are gorgeous, but he’s walking with a little jump in his step like he’s immensely happy and Jake’s pretty confident that he’s the reason.

There aren’t any words, just soft-slow smiles and Bradley has dropped his bag, is pushing Jake against his rental car, hands on his ass as he presses himself against Jake’s front and then kisses him for a solid three minutes, maybe five, and it feels so good to be touching him again, to have him there after just talking to him on the phone in spare moments during the week when they’d both been free.

“Hi there sailor...”

“You are such a dork.”

“Guilty as charged. What are you going to do about it?”

“Suffer, apparently. Come on, we can go back to bed…”

“Really now? When I went to all this effort to look good to meet your family?”

Jake doesn’t mention how his hair is squished from wearing the headset in the plane, his shirt rumpled and buttoned incorrectly. He looks like a wet dream come to life and Jake wouldn’t want him any other way. He throws Bradley’s bag in the backseat, shoves him toward the passenger side and starts the drive back to the house they’re staying at.

“Adam and Michelle are your brother and sister. Adam’s married to Kelly, they’ve got three year old twins. Michelle is married to Lachlan and they have the five year old, three year old and the baby…”

“Yep.”

“I’m not going to remember this right.”

“You’ll be fine, it’s not like they’re going to quiz you. Also my sister is going to go so easy on you, pretty sure she’d given up hopes on me finding anyone. Bachelor for life.”

“Yeah, when you’re so ineligible and everything…” Bradley snorts.

“Maybe I was just waiting for perfection to come along,” Jake replies and catches the immediate flush to Bradley’s face at the compliment.

Of course his sister is awake when they arrive, his eight month old niece, Emily, passed out on her shoulder and she looks half asleep herself. His industrial strength earplugs have come in handy this week, but parents can’t ignore their screaming offspring.

“Oh hi, Bradley. It’s nice to meet you…”

“Hi, you must be Michelle.”

“Here, let me take her so you can go back to bed…” Jake offers.

“The other two will be awake in less than an hour –”

“All the more reason to try and get some sleep now. She’s teething,” Jake says to Bradley, taking Emily from his sister’s unresisting arms and giving her a gentle push toward her own bedroom. Emily doesn’t even stir in his arms.

“Nice to meet you Bradley, maybe I can have a proper conversation when I’m actually awake,” Michelle says, ambling off and only bumping into one wall as she goes. He shifts slightly, makes his hold on Emily a little more secure and one he can maintain for longer.

“Do you want kids?” Bradley asks, voice quiet and somber and Jake meets his eye, suddenly terrified he might answer this wrong. This isn’t something they’ve ever discussed.

“No. Uh. Sorry, is that a deal breaker?”

“No, it’s definitely not a deal breaker,” Bradley says, and if Jake was going to put money on something he’s say he looked a little relieved. “You just look good like that.”

“Bradshaw, I look good all the time. I though we’d already established that fact.”

“We had, this was just one I hadn’t been expecting.”

“Well, I’m more than happy playing the cool uncle. And helping my brother and sister out. No desire to add any mini-mes to the world.”

“You’d make very cute babies…”

“Bradshaw, our babies would be too hot for the world, it’s a good thing they’ll never come to fruition. You want to hold her? She’s dead to the world…”

“Yeah, sure thing…”

Surprising him Bradley scoops Emily from him with easy confidence and Jake knows he doesn’t have nieces and nephews, or cousins, or…

“Plenty of my friends have kids. I’m also the go-to cool uncle,” Bradley says, clearly seeing the surprised expression on Jake’s face.

“Our powers combined…”

“And people think I’m the geeky one,” Bradley mutters, but he’s grinning at Jake. His stomach-heart-brain are on that three-seater roller coaster again and he can’t hold it back.

“I love you.”

He feels like he might throw up, suddenly nervous he’s said it too soon, or Bradley will run. That something bad will happen. It doesn’t. Bradley gives him a slow smile, it grows wider and wider, his eyes crinkling, his hand reaches up to cup Jake’s jaw and he’s pulling him close, his lips brushing over Jake’s and the kiss is gentle but firm, feels full of meaning somehow.

“I love you too.”

Okay then.

… … …

“Bradley, nice to meet you. Haven’t heard much about you of course, he saves all the good gossip for Michelle.”

“Hey! Michelle and I both like – oh crap… hi kids.”

Bradley snorts into his coffee, stares up at the ceiling for a brief second in the hope it’ll stop him from bursting into laughter. This has to be Adam and his wife Kelly, each of them holding a toddler.

“Were you being gross again?”

“When isn’t he gross?”

“Hey! I take offence to all of this! It’s slander!”

“I had to watch your teenage years. You were gross,” Michelle says, looking more awake than this morning.

“Oh! Do you have photos?” Bradley asks, and Jake squawks with alarm.

Michelle does indeed have photos and later Bradley enjoys looking through them, although he can see that Jake wasn’t exactly brimming with the confidence and happiness he has an adult. Knows a little more now how his parents don’t talk to Jake; effectively disowned when he came out. The fact that his brother and sister walked away as well tells him that there’s probably even more to it but he’s not going to pry. Jake will tell him if he wants to. He’s smiling down at the photo of Jake on his USNA graduation day, his brother and sister on either side of him when he feels Michelle settle down beside him on the sofa, Emily in her arms.

“Thank you.”

“What for?” Bradley asks, a bit confused.

“For giving my brother what he deserves.”

“Oh. Easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

She smiles and gives him a one-armed hug before passing him Emily.

… … …

“You look like a natural holding that baby…” Mav says over the phone and Bradley frowns before spying Jake over in the doorway, phone in hand and grinning at him. Traitor.

“Jake’s sending you photos.”

“Hangman appreciates my desire for grandchildren.”

“Hangman knows how to direct your obsession toward something actually feasible. I think Ice is lucky you couldn’t knock him up. Jesus Mav.”

“I like kids okay? They’re cool. Anyway, he could’ve knocked me up. We’re equals like that.”

“Ugh. I don’t need to know.”

… … …

Jake hasn’t felt this happy, this settled, since he can remember. Maybe when he was a kid and didn’t have any worries in the world. Now he has his family, Bradley, a formal screening process to begin for the test pilot position and everything feels so good. So right. He doesn’t even have an impending sense that something bad has to happen to balance it out. He simply feels secure and content and it’s heady.

… … …

“Hey, you think you could ask Michelle and Adam whether they’d mind a couple more visitors this weekend?”

“Did you want to bring friends?” Jake asks, because there is a spare bedroom, but depending on who Bradley wants to bring might mean they don’t have the space. They have the house until Sunday, but they’ve got long drives ahead of them so will be leaving early.

“No. Mav and Ice want to come. I don’t have labs this Friday and I can rearrange someone to take my lectures…”

Jake grins at the idea that Bradley’s family wants to meet his, that Bradley is rearranging his work to help that happen. He knows this isn’t normal but it’s also not usual for his family to all be in one place.

“You want to come a day earlier? Yeah, that’d be great.”

“Earlier and with extra people.”

“It’s fine. We’d nearly out-number the kids and be able to let the parents have a date night or something…”

“Or something huh? You angling for more nieces and nephews?”

“No! But they might like to have some time together without their kids there. They’ll probably just sleep if their conversations are anything to go on.”

… … …

He watches the plane come in and just waits, the feeling far more familiar now and he’s hopefully going to be watching Bradley fly into and out of his life regularly and he wouldn’t want it any other way, except maybe living together but one step at a time. He watches and then laughs, realizing that Bradley didn’t fly this time, is stalking toward him from where the plane is being towed into a hangar with a slightly annoyed look on his face and Jake kisses him, glad to see it wipes the annoyance clear off.

“He didn’t let you fly huh?”

“Of course not. You think I’m allowed to fly when he’s in the plane? He’s far too much of a control freak for that. I don’t want to know what he promised Ice, because there wasn’t even the hint of an argument this time. By the way, Ice is the same with cars. It’s a whole thing. You’ll get it as well.”

Sure enough Jake is hip-checked out of the way as soon as they’ve exchanged quick hellos and hugs. Jake sure isn’t saying no to sitting in the back with Bradley, but he’s not going to not be an annoying shit about it, tosses a wink at Bradley and links their hands together; waits until they’ve been driving for a minute before speaking.

“Are we there yet? I’m hungry… Bradley’s breathing too close to me.”

“I need to use the bathroom!” Bradley adds in, realizing what game Jake is now playing, and he’s laughing.

“You two are such shits. Can you not act your age?”

“We’ll start acting our ages when you two do the same…” Bradley says, laughing.

… … …

“Adam, nice to meet you again. Much nicer circumstances this time around.”

“Pete, good to see you. And yeah, definitely much better. Can I get you a drink?”

Bradley looks between them, a little confused as to when their paths could have crossed.

“When did you guys meet?”

“At the hospital, after Jake’s accident.”

He remembers Jake mentioning an accident, hadn’t realized it had maybe been serious enough to require family to fly across the country. He’s going to need to ask Jake later, is suddenly filled with the worry that something might happen and he won’t know about it until well after the fact. Hates the idea for so many reasons but it’s definitely the idea of not knowing which is the worst. He needs to add Jake to his own emergency contact info so he’s not left in the dark either.

Ice is using his text-to-voice app to talk with Michelle and Lachlan, before Mav drags Adam over to introduce him as well and Bradley feels like he can maybe leave them to it and drop the bags in their room.

“This is a little surreal… my nephews are trying to climb the legs of the COMPACFLT so they can play with the device he’s holding,” Jake says, coming up behind him and wrapping his hands around Bradley’s waist.

“Ice loves kids, but usually kids are scared of him because he can looks so serious and he can’t talk very well to reassure them now, but he won’t mind…”

“Oh, I know he won’t mind. He puts up with you and Mav, and now me… he has the patience of a saint.”

“The patience maybe, but nothing else is saint like and we all know it.”

… … …

Bradley watches as Mav settles himself on the ground, pushing some of the blocks to the side. He remembers Mav playing with him a lot when he was a kid, remembers him bringing him presents, nearly always toy planes, but they’d changed, once his dad had died. He’d gone from being excited about the presents Mav bought to simply being happy to see Mav. And okay, he doesn’t want kids but he does feel a little sad that Mav’s not going to be a grandfather.

Except… except he can. Mav and Ice both are his dad in every sense that is important, and he knows Mav loves Jake. Their little family unit of three can easily grow to encompass Jake and his siblings and their families over time. Especially given that their own parents are not in the picture and likely never will be.

“I’m still not having kids Mav, but I’m pretty sure if you wanted to step into the role of grandfather for Jake’s nieces and nephews there’s a couple of positions available for you and Ice. If you wanted them.”

Mav nods once, simple acknowledgment that he’s heard him, but Bradley doesn’t miss the dampness in his eyes.

… … …

He’s made himself comfortable in Bradley’s apartment as much as he can. Has permission to use his office while he’s on campus during the day and Jake lets himself lounge around and get comfortable. He pours himself a coffee and takes the mug and re-examines the bookshelves, wonders if any of the texts might prove useful to what he’s reading for the test pilot position.

He’s not really paying attention to anything when he hears a quick knock on the door, before the door is opening and he freezes, sense of déjà vu so strong he has to double check he’s actually fully dressed this time. He is thankfully but he’s wondering how many people have fucking keys to Bradley’s apartment.

“Oh my god! You’re not Bradley.”

“Ah, no. Uh…”

“Oh! You’re the boyfriend! Jacob right?”

“Jake. Yeah.”

“Kezia. Nice to meet you.”

“Uh. And you…”

“Bradley didn’t warn you I was coming over?”

“No.”

“Typical. I’m here to make sure his indoor plants don’t die. I’m his plant person.”

“Plant person?” Jake asks, a little confused, but he vaguely remembers something Bradley said, about how he couldn’t keep plants alive and maybe that’s why he has a plant person…? His phone rings then and he pulls it out, sees Bradley’s face on screen and accepts the call.

“Hi.”

“Hi. I forgot to tell you –”

“She’s already here.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s fine…” Jake says, but Kezia is moving closer, clearly aware that he’s talking to Bradley.

“Nice work Bradshaw!”

“Fuck’s sake…” Bradley mutters and Jake grins, but knows he’s also maybe blushing a little. “I was a little distracted this morning okay, then I was running late.”

“Got distracted huh? Wonder what caused that?”

“Yeah, you’d have no idea huh?”

“None at all. You go do your teaching shit, I’m going to make Kezia a cup of coffee…? Tea? And ask all about your ineptitude with house plants.”

“He’s useless,” Kezia says loudly, but she’s already heading to the kitchen to make herself a hot drink of some description and Jake thinks he’ll get on fine with her too.

… … …

“Hey kid! I bought you something!”

“Uh, you didn’t have to do that Mav…”

“Oh no, I did.”

Jake opens it and inside the cardboard box is a muzzle, and he looks

“Are you making a comment about their sex life?” Ice asks, and Jake snorts, glad he can follow the most of the signing now. Wonders if Tom would be so risky with his conversations if more people understood what he was saying.

“No! Well. I guess I am actually.”

“Well, hate to break it to you Mav, but that mark wasn’t left by me.”

“What? What do you mean?” Mav asks, suddenly concerned and Jake will never get sick of being able to wind him up knowing that he’ll think it’s funny at the end of the day.

“It’s a rope burn…”

“What!” Mav flushes red and Jake keeps his expression deadpan.

“Your fault for asking about their sex life,” Ice says, his expression delighted.

“I wasn’t!”

“You mean you didn’t want me to wear this in the bedroom?” Jake asks, holding up the muzzle.

“I meant it as a joke…!”

“Ah… what the hell did I just walk into?” Bradley asks, looking between them. Ice is laughing so much he has tears at the corner of his eyes, breath coming in rough gasps.

“Mav bought us a sex toy.”

“No I didn’t!”

“A muzzle for me because of that new mark on your neck…”

“A rope did this…”

“I don’t need to know!” Mav exclaims, and Jake wonders if he can start turning purple with how red his face is.

“From climbing Mav. Fucking hell. A rope got caught on a hold and scraped over my neck and gave me friction burn.”

Jake has joined Ice in laughing, the expression in Mav’s face caught between relieved and embarrassed and Bradley just looking resigned.

… … …

A YEAR LATER

He’s finished his test-pilot training, managed to maintain a long-distance relationship with Bradley in San Diego and himself in fucking Maryland. Now though he’s enroute to Fallon, beginning as an advanced Top Gun instructor in five weeks. First though he has five weeks uninterrupted with Bradley and a piece of land he bought that he has plans for, sitting adjacent to the same piece of land that belongs to Tom. He’s meeting Bradley there, his family coming for two weeks of camping and he can’t wait to have them all in the same place.

Once he lands in Fallon he immediately rings Bradley, and he’s going to have to reward him for this phone lasting almost nine months when he sees him. The last one had survived over a year, which had been a record when it had slid off the wing of Bradley’s plane and crashed onto the airstrip. Something that’s happened before apparently. Mav has shared a spreadsheet with him for sole purpose of roasting Bradley and he can’t wait to be closer to them all again.

“Hi…”

“Hi. God it’s good to hear your voice.”

“Well, we’re lucky we don’t have to deal with grossly different time zones anymore. Are you going to come up this weekend?”

“Ah… Yeah. I guess I’ll be this weekend. Although my plans for my romantic weekend away are being crashed by Ice and Mav. They heard about the work you want to do and want to help.”

“Bit presumptuous of you thinking it was going to be romantic…”

“I said my romantic weekend, not our romantic weekend. If you’re good you can watch…”

“Really now?”

“I guess you can touch if you really want to.”

“Trust me, I’m going to want to. Been too long.”

“We’ve gotten very good at phone sex though.”

“We have. Still prefer you in person.”

“Of course you do. Anyway, do you need me to pick you up or you got a car organized?”

“I thought you were still at home?”

“Not so much…”

Then Bradley’s walking around the corner of the building where he’s clearly been watching from and Jake drops everything and is kissing him, desperate to remind himself of the planes of his face and body and he pulls back suddenly.

“What the fuck happened to your moustache?”

“It’s called shaving?”

“I thought we were meant to consult each other on major life decisions?”

“I slipped with the clippers and took one third off. Trust me, this was the better option. I’ll grow it back. Not having one makes Emily cry when I video call…”

“Fuck I love you.”

Bradley smiles, kisses him breathless and Jake doesn’t need to hear the words anymore to know he feels the same.

… … …

Bradley’s nervous, because this isn’t the only surprise he has up his sleeve. He knows Jake has plans for their summer, building a cabin similar to Ice’s but a bit away on his own piece of land. Somewhere his family can come and stay, a place for him to call home. Except… he hadn’t particularly wanted to spend their five weeks building, and laying foundations and priming. Mav had fortunately jumped at the chance for a larger project, and between them they’ve laid the foundation, erected the walls, paid to have the roof and outer walls all installed by professionals.

It’s a much bigger place than the three-bedroom cabin belonging to Ice and Mav. Once finished it’ll easily host Jake’s siblings and all his nieces and nephews, at least while they’re small. He just hasn’t exactly told Jake that he and Mav have been working on it, sometimes under the careful supervision of Ice. Some rooms he’s gone ahead and finished off, getting professionals in again to do the bathrooms and kitchen, glad he hadn’t had to live in the building while it was being built and finished.

Jake’s bedroom, their bedroom, has been left untouched. Needs paint and drapes and light fixtures. He wants to do that room with Jake, hopes that gesture will help Jake accept that he hasn’t been involved with the rest of the build. He drives past the entrance to Ice and Mav’s cabin and Jake makes a little sound, glances back before realizing that maybe Bradley is taking them to his piece of land first. As far as Jake knows there’s the concrete foundation that he organized to be laid several months ago. That not what awaits him when he turns down the rough drive.

“Holy shit…”

“Yep,” Bradley says, agreeing, because it does look impressive. Two stories with wide wrap-around porch, finished so it blends into surrounding forest. It’s much bigger than the original plans Jake had made, but Bradley had taken them and still based all the decisions on them. The internal fixtures are all still the ones that Jake had chosen and he’s still nervous that Jake is going to be upset. He stops the car and gets out, follows as Jake stands there and stares around.

“What… what happened? Did you do this?”

“Yeah. Me and Mav. With help from quite a few professionals. Been a busy few months.”

“Holy shit Bradley.”

“I mean, happy belated anniversary and congratulations on finishing test pilot training?”

Jake lets out a little sound that may be a half-hiccup half-sob and Bradley is pretty sure he likes it. He wraps his arms around him, hugs him tight and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you… so much.”

… … …

“You sure about this?” Javy asks as Jakes stares down at the display case.

“You know, I’ve never felt more certain about anything more in my life. I can’t imagine a better relationship than what we have, except getting to call him my husband, so… yeah. I’m sure.”

“Good for you man. So happy for you.”

… … …

He’s an hour overdue his usual second cup. His morning lecture having a student stop him afterwards with a question, and then an online meeting stopping him from just nipping into the breakroom like usual, so it’s much quieter when he walks into breakroom and does a double take.

What the fuck.

Hanging from the ceiling vents are mobiles of fucking origami roosters. Lining the windowsills, the edges of the coffee machines, the little tables and benches, lips of the whiteboard where the markers usually sit, the arms of the chairs (at least the ones that actually have arms, it’s a pretty eclectic mix of chairs). Everywhere he looks there are just more and more hiding and he wonders how many students got involved with this. There have to be thousands. There are a few people sitting, seemingly unconcerned they’re surrounded by origami roosters and can’t really move without standing on them or knocking them over. Then he spies Michael in the corner, phone held up and no doubt filming. He stalks over, culprit identified.

“Dude. What the fuck?”

“Not my idea actually. I just helped implement it. What do you think?”

“I mean… points for literal creativity but why?”

“Jake. Being a sappy romantic.”

“Jake made these?” Bradley asks, looking around.

“Only some of them, but definitely that mobile over there. It’s for your cabin apparently,” Michael says, expression dry, but Bradley doesn’t care. He’s flushed with warmth knowing that Jake has somehow managed to pull a prank like this off, gotten his friends and work colleagues and likely his students all secretly folding origami roosters…

“Man he’s an asshole…”

“An asshole that loves you. Bradley Bradshaw, will you marry me?”

He spins around and Jake is there, down on one knee by the shitty coffee machine that never works, there’s a crowd of people now, standing and watching and he gapes in surprise. Jake is meant to be in Fallon, not here. But he’s not… he’s here. Proposing to him.

“No! I was going to propose this weekend!”

“Not the answer I wanted to hear Bradshaw. You’re just too slow…”

“I’m just the right speed when I need to be and you know it.”

Jake smirks and nods his head slightly in agreement, stands up and moves toward Bradley, wrapping his arm not holding a ring around his waist.

“You still haven’t answered me darlin’…”

“Yes you asshole, of course I’ll marry you.”

… … …

Jake stares at the email in front of him and feels an intense flood of déjà vu. He’s emailing a guy about his research into materials for the new plane he’s going to be involved in testing and he’s asked a difficult question apparently.

Thanks, I’ll check with my supervisor and get back to you. He’s got a lot more experience than I do in this area.

It’s a highly confidential project. He’s signed a lot of forms which he painstakingly read. He cannot talk to anyone about the project unless they’re already in the know and while he suspects that this is exactly the field that Bradley consults on he can’t fucking ask without giving it all away.

… … …

“Hi there…”

“Hi. What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“Well, just got reminded how smart my fiancé is.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm… test pilot, consulting with the US Department of Defense Research and Engineering group…”

“Has it been you I’ve been emailing again? I’d swear it’s not you, but he said he had to check with his supervisor…”

“Yeah. I’m his supervisor. Mentor really. He’s doing his post-doctorate. He forwarded me your emails and it just got me all nostalgic…”

“You mean it made you horny.”

“That too.”

… … …

Bradley is giving a public lecture, a taster for the University Open Day because he’s apparently always a hit with the crowds. It’s not long, only fifteen minutes and is meant to touch on the different engineering disciplines and their applications. He spies Jake about halfway through and stumbles, his words just failing as his brain stalls at the sight of his fiancé.

“So, when it comes to materials science, often when you know the properties of each material, when you add them together they form something stronger, something better, because they’re added together. Working together. So in this case one plus one is not two. One plus one is greater than two.”

The grin Jake gives him is blinding.

#Hangster #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #Sereshaw #rooster x hangman #It's all academic darlin'

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 10 months

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 17

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

You had been working hard to avoid Sebastian for the last few hours. He kept lingering, popping up unpleasantly like a bill collector you’ve been avoiding for days. He was relentless, sending lude sexual comments your way or taking another shot at trying to remind you about how good you were together. Yeah, so good together that he had to find other people to fulfill his sexual needs. You were not falling for his shit again. He’d made you look like an idiot once and that was more than enough. You would walk past him, ignoring him, heading to a table or back behind the bar or into the storeroom, anything to get as far from him as possible.

You had even gone so far as to send the blonde from earlier after him, hoping he would lose interest in you at the prospect of an easy lay he didn’t have to work that hard for. It worked for about fifteen minutes before he was back to lurking around, watching you. It was infuriating, trying to work as he just followed with his eyes, waiting for a chance to ambush you again.

You weren't sure how you would have responded if Sebastian had walked in here a couple months ago. Would you have tried to give him a second chance? You hoped not. But now? You knew all too well what a good guy actually looked like. Eddie was a good guy, and while you were still terrified of your feelings, of putting yourself out there again, you weren't willing to risk whatever it was you had with Eddie for this guy that you knew was a piece of shit.

This thing with Eddie scared the hell out of you because you knew you were diving right off the side of the cliff with no parachute. You were heading straight for the ground at a rapid pace, about to shatter every bone in your body in a painful crash. How long would it take for him to get bored of you? How long until he looked around and realized he could do so much better than you? How long before he realized you just weren't worth all of the effort?

“You want me to punch him for you?” Joey asked, breaking through your thoughts.

“No,” you sighed. “Really? You’re going to try to take him on? I love you Joey, but he’s got like six inches on you. I don’t need you getting hurt.”

Sebastian was no joke. He stood at six foot two, another trait that lended itself to him resembling a Greek God. He was muscular, not in a bulky bodybuilder way, but in a lean, toned kind of way. You had seen him in fights before when he was drunk and somebody was running their mouth, and you had never seen him lose one.

“I think I could take him,” Joey countered, sounding a bit hurt at your lack of faith in him.

“Maybe you could,” you agreed, “but it wouldn’t help anything and it would only create a problem for John. I don’t need you to lose your job for me. I just need to get through the next ten minutes so he can go away.”

The bar was closing down. Last call was twenty minutes ago. The patrons were slowly making their way out, the lack of drinks ending their fun for the night. You began wiping down the tables and stacking chairs, your body relaxing, every muscle loosening, now that you had made it. Sebastian would be heading out with his band and out of your eyesight. Hopefully out of your life for good this time.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed yours, spinning you around. Two arms crushed you against a rock hard body as lips you knew intimately found yours. Shock coursed through you at the sudden intrusion to your mind and body. You tried to bring your hands up to push him away from you, but his strong arms were pinning yours down at your sides.

Out of nowhere, the body holding yours was suddenly yanked away. You opened your eyes, just in time to see Eddie’s fist connecting with Sebastian’s jaw. Sebastian staggered back, surprise registering on his face at the attack. He stared at Eddie in fury and then launched himself, grabbing Eddie around the waist and tackling him to the ground.

“Shit!” John yelled as he came running over. “Guys, knock it off!”

You shook the shock off and ran forward, trying to help John pull them apart. You reached out but a flailing hand connected with your eye and you shrieked, falling back to the ground. Joey leapt over the bar, running to your side to see if you were okay.

“I’m fine, just…goddamn it!” you screamed.

A couple of the guys from the plant, big guys, grabbed Eddie and Sebastian in bear hugs, lifting them away from each other. Both of them looked insane, their eyes wild with rage, their hair looking like they had stuck their fingers in electrical sockets.

“You boys need to calm down!” John yelled. “I’m not going to have brawls in my bar. You want to keep this up, then you take it outside.”

“Gladly,” Eddie growled.

“Anytime,” Sebastian hissed.

“Fuck, both of you knock it off!” you yelled, getting back to your feet, still holding your eye.

Eddie glanced at you, suddenly realizing that you were hurt, eyes that had been dark with rage softening in concern. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” you shrieked. “Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“You were kissing him!” he yelled.

“I was not kissing him! He was kissing me!” you yelled back.

“Ahh…so this is who you got to replace me?” Sebastian sneered. “Really, dollface? This Eddie Van Halen knockoff? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Who the hell are you?” Eddie demanded.

“He’s my ex,” you explained quietly.

“Your ex?” he questioned, understanding registering on his face.

“Yeah,” Sebastian smirked, moving to you and slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Feeling nervous? I sure would be if I were my competition.”

“Shut up,” you shouted, shoving his arm away from you. “Seriously, get your fucking ego in check. Sebastian, just get the hell out of here.”

“You don’t mean that,” he argued, attempting his pouty lip again and you wanted to punch him this time. “Come on. You can’t be serious about choosing this dirtbag over me.”

“Dirtbag!?” Eddie yelled. “I’m guessing you’re the dick that is the reason she…”

“Jesus Christ! Everyone just shut up!” you yelled, desperate to stop Eddie from saying whatever it was that he was going to say. “Sebastian, seriously, just get the fuck out of here!”

Sebastian tried to argue but John stepped in, telling him he needed to leave before the cops were called. He complained, grumbling the entire way out about how he was the one who had been attacked. You felt relief flood through your body when the door closed and he was finally gone.

“Sweetheart, you know I love you, and I’m sorry I may have initiated all of this by allowing him to play,” John said, “but you need to get your boyfriends in check. I can’t have this shit in my bar.”

“Yeah, I know,” you sighed, pressing your fingers against your forehead, a throb working its way from your eye to the back.

“You okay?” Joey asked.

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted, placing your hand on his arm. “Thank you. Do you think you could give me a ride home?”

“Of course.”

“Whoa,” Eddie interjected. “I thought I was giving you a ride home.”

“That was before you acted like a giant brute and came in here swinging!” you yelled.

“Seriously?” he argued. “I walked in here and saw some blonde titan making out with you in the middle of the bar. What exactly was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know,” you said, “maybe take a moment to assess the situation before fists start flying!”

“Assess the situation? I did assess the situation and I assessed that my girlfriend was kissing another dude! Forgive me for getting upset.”

“Girlfriend?” you asked in shock. Your brain was struggling to process that word. “Since when did we decide I was your girlfriend? I don’t remember that conversation! And I wasn’t kissing him! He grabbed me and kissed me!”

“I assumed you were my girlfriend. We’ve been seeing each other for a month. I didn’t know we had to officially state it,” Eddie explained. “And that’s all the more reason he deserved to be punched!”

“I can handle myself,” you seethed, glaring at him. “I’ve been handling him all night!”

“Oh, have you?” Eddie asked, his tone cold.

“Jesus, that’s nice,” you muttered. “I was avoiding him all night because I’m with you! I told him to go away. I told him to leave me alone. If you would have waited five goddamn seconds, you would have seen me bite his goddamn lip until it bled and tell him to fuck off. He cheated on me. He broke my heart. I am not interested in going down that road with him again.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know? You never want to tell me anything!” Eddie yelled. “I only know what I know about you because you’ve been forced to share. Trying to get to know you is like trying to invade fucking Mordor! Every time I get close, an army attacks and puts up new goddamn defenses and I have to find a whole different strategy! It’s, quite honestly, fucking exhausting.”

You paused, his words twisting something deep inside of you. “Well, if I’m so exhausting, then I’ll be more than happy to give you a break.”

“Whoa! Whoa! That’s not what I mean,” he said quickly, his tone taking on an edge of panic. “I don’t want a break. Look, this situation got out of control. Will you please just come with me back to my place so we can talk?”

You glanced from Eddie to Joey who had been watching your back and forth with rapt attention. His eyes were wide as he looked at you.

“I can take you home if you want,” he offered.

You were so damn tired. This might go down as the longest night of your entire life. You weren't sure you had it in you to have some long conversation with Eddie. You also knew he wasn’t wrong. You did your best to still keep him at arm’s length whenever you could because as much as you liked him, you couldn’t stop that little fear that he was going to decide you weren't good enough one day. Maybe you owed it to him.

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “I’ll go with Eddie.” Eddie’s face lit up. “But I’m telling you, I am exhausted and my eye hurts and I don’t have the energy to fight it out. Can we please just go back to your place and sleep and talk in the morning?”

“Whatever you want,” he said with a smile, walking over to you. His hand grabbed your hips, pulling you against him. “Can I at least hold you?”

You rolled your eyes, secretly pleased but not wanting to show it.

“You’re hopeless,” you muttered softly, shaking your head.

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The next morning, you and Eddie sat in his backyard with cups of coffee. He had stuck to his word. When they got to his place, he had gotten you some ice for your eye. You had helped him clean up a cut over his eyebrow and one above his lip. Then you had gone to bed, him holding you close, and you had slept like a damn baby wrapped in his arms.

Now, you sat in two lawn chairs, you in a pair of his sweats and a Radiohead tee that he had let you borrow, him in his boxers and a Metallica tee. He looked so goddamn adorable when he woke up, his hair all over the place, his eyes heavy with sleep still. He had a bruise on his cheek and his lip was slightly puffy, but it didn’t detract from how gorgeous he was. You had quite a shiner this morning, which he had apologized for over and over, but you weren't even certain who had hit you. Nobody had meant to.

“So, you want to tell me about him?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair, cupping his mug in his hands.

No, you really didn’t. You didn’t want to relive it at all, let alone share it with him. You had been an idiot, and you didn’t want Eddie to know how you had allowed Sebastian to make a fool out of you. But you knew you owed him an explanation after last night.

“He was my boyfriend,” you shrugged. “We dated for about nine months. I thought he loved me. I was clearly wrong. He cheated on me with some chick. I walked in on them and we broke up.”

“Okay, well that was a very short summary,” Eddie sighed, leaning back.

“I mean, what do you want me to say?” you asked with a shrug. “He tricked me. I allowed it. I was an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Eddie stated. “Look, we’ve all trusted the wrong people. It’s easy to do when you’re in love with somebody. We get blinded by our feelings for them and we miss all of the signs that something’s not right. We assume the best about them when they don’t deserve it. That doesn’t make you an idiot. Shit, that just makes you human, princess.”

“I guess,” you muttered, hugging your knees into your chest, your chin resting on top. “I was so in love with him. I mean, I thought he was it for me. I pictured our future together. He was my everything, and then I walked in and he was pile driving some redhead on the bed he and I shared. He told me he loved me and he only wanted a relationship with me but that he needed variety when it came to sex. He wanted me to understand that. He might sleep around but he would always come home to me.”

“Well, that’s bullshit,” Eddie grumbled. “What the hell kind of relationship is that?”

“That’s what I thought. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk around, knowing he could be screwing any random girl at any time. Maybe I’m a prude or something, I don’t know, but I don’t want to share my guy with others.”

“You’re not a prude. When two people truly love each other, that should be enough.”

“Maybe, I don’t know,” you sighed.

“Do…do you still love him?” Eddie asked, his voice hesitant, possibly even a little nervous.

“I did for a long time,” you softly mumbled. “I was a mess for weeks after I found him with that girl. If it weren’t for Jen, I probably would have lost my job. She kicked me in the ass and refused to let me wallow for too long. John was amazing. I hadn’t shown up to work for a week, but he knew what had happened. I came in and he never said a word about it, just let me continue with my shift.”

You took a sip of coffee, allowing the warmth to seep into you, calming your nerves. You didn’t like talking about this with him. Being this open felt dangerous. It felt like walking into shark infested waters just hoping they wouldn’t notice you had an openly bleeding wound.

“I did love him, but I don’t anymore,” you finally told him. “It took a long time to move on, but when I saw him last night, all I felt was disgust.”

Eddie looked pleased but like he was trying to hide it. He reached his hand out, taking yours and guided you over to his lap. You sat down and he wound his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Good,” he whispered, “because there appeared to be some confusion last night that I really think we should clear up. So, I thought maybe I should officially ask so we both know where we stand. I don’t want to see other people, and I am hoping you don’t either. So, will you be my girlfriend?”

You laughed, “I know what I said last night but that sounds like such a silly question at our age.”

“Maybe it is, but will you?” he asked, those beautiful doe eyes gazing up into yours.

“Yeah,” you smiled, kissing him. “I think I can do that.”

“Excellent,” he grinned, his lips finding yours again.

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donteattheappleshook · 3 days

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WIP Wednesday Prologue Challenge

(I should probably actually do the challenge for my own event lol)

So many WIPs!

1) Not Broken At All

Killian gives a short, humourless laugh, head hanging slightly as he works a dampened cloth over the bloodied skin of his neck. “Believe me, Swan, it’s very easy to do nothing.”

2) His

She already hates the idea of this shop being sold and taken over by someone else or turned into a saloon or a tack shop or something else less wonderful and beautiful than the dimly lit, clustered little book store.

3) Honey don’t feed it (It will come back)

"I don’t think anyone knows enough about you to warn me off… or warn me on.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“Sure it is.” She pulls the empty stopper away. “Sorry, Chewie, that’s all of it.”

Oh, hell, she’s bloody named it.

4) A Swan by Any Other Name (AKA Bi!Killian fic)

The quartermaster rolled his eyes. “Aye, Captain. Just remember, killing one on the first day invokes fear; killing two invokes mutiny.”

5) Madly (a Cyrano de Bergerac AU)

“And what do you feel?”

“I feel… I feel the way I did the first time I saw the sea.”

“Go on.”

“It was terrifying”

“I terrify you?”

“Aye. frighteningly powerful, awe inspiring and strong willed, I knew that she could destroy me without even intending to. And I knew that I would never again want to be apart from her.”

“And now?”

“I’m reminded of the first time I fell in.”

6) Untitled silver Killian won’t date Emma fic

“Oi! What the hell was that for?” Will gasps, cradling his arm protectively to his side. Emma slaps it again. “Ow!”

“Are you kidding me?” Smack. “After six months -” smack. “I finally get him to ask me out -” smack. “I finally get him home. And you do this.” She lands three slaps in a row to his shoulder.

“Stop hitting me!”

“No -” smack. “Do you have any idea how much goddamn furniture I bought? For nothing!”

“Ow!”

7 & 8)How did it end up like this? (It Was Only a Kiss sequel) and Pining fic (an earlier version of only a kiss)

No words yet - just vibes.

9) Optometrist fic (I don’t think I’ll continue this one tbh)

“Fine,” she sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth the battle. “How long is this going to take?”

10) Pride and Prejudice AU

It was a bright, sunny, and perfectly pleasant afternoon when Cora burst into the room and disrupted it.

“Have you heard?” She shouted, forcing all three men to jump in their seats and take note of her. Killian set down his book, wondering what could possibly have thrown his stepmother into such a state. His brother rushed to her side, trying to urge her to sit as she panted in excitement as though she’d run all the way home from the market. Their father barely looked up from his cards. “Misthaven Castle is let at last!”

11) Remember the Night AU (I forgot about this one)

“Listen, if don’t come with me then I won’t go to Boston. I can’t let you stay in this city with nowhere to go. It’s my fault you’re in this mess and I feel a certain responsibility for you.”

“You didn’t make me steal the watch,” she deadpans.

He tries again. “If you don’t come then you’re going to make me miss Christmas with my family. Can you live with that?”

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Honestly a lower number than I was dreading!

#captain swan #cs fanfic #cs ff #so many wips #captainswanwipwednesdays #cswipwednesday #what have I done.....#oh boy lol

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unrequitedloveletter · 5 months

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All right! It is that time of year again and, as some who typically thrives in the fall and winter months, it is absolutely, a thousand percent, time for me to become even more insufferable than I was in September when the fall event released!! yay!!

As with last year and because I love myself a good seasonal/holiday queue, I am also doing the five days of christmas queue again! I'm not doing it how I did it last year in that it was both requests and my own work--that is partly because I dont want to make a separate event post for it--this year and probably going forward, it'll just be fics themed around Christmas that come from me and aren't requests.

Fandoms to whom this event are open are as follows: six of crows, shadow and bone, peaky blinders (tommy and alfie only) shatter me (aaron and kenji only) and free rein (pin only because I miss writing for him anyway)

Requests will be open until the 30th of december. Any request I get after NYE or New Years Day will be deleted.

the event is below the cut as this has clogged up peoples dashes enough already lol

NOW PLAYING: peace by taylor swift

the devils in the details but you've got a friend in me - age old friendships between people who can go months without talking to one another and pick up right where they left off--think platonic strong bonds and relationships that have lasted too many years to count. Give me a character, a gender pref for the reader, and a holiday activity that you want me to write strong-bonded characters (be it friends who've been friends for a decade or a couple who has been in a relationship just as long) doing and I'll write 1-5k words for it. Think good vibes, snowy weather, and hot chocolate + christmas decorating--I will write just about any holiday activity for this prompt and I promise I'll have a blast

you and me forevermore - anniversaries! One year, five years, ten years, you name it! I personally think that winter is the superior season to start a relationship in so I will write anniversary celebrations set in the winter months and all you need to do is give me a character, a gender pref for the reader, and any other specifics you'd like to add!

SHUFFLING CHRISTMAS PLAYLIST

NOW PLAYING: have yourself a merry little christmas as covered by phoebe bridgers

have yourself a merry little christmas - PROMPTS!! I wrote out holiday prompts for the season and this is my excuse to use them. Send in any combination of prompts you want--you can send me a prompt from this list with a prompt from any of the other ones, just tell me what list you're using and I'll write it!

if we make it through december we'll be fine - long fics! Give me as many details as you want--in this instance I would very much prefer specificity over vagueness so do not spare a single one--a gender pref for the reader, and I'll write what you give me! Anything goes for this. Prompts, scenarios, anything! Any genre, though when I think of this I think angst because it is very easy to write longer angst fics for me. These fics will be anywhere from 4-8k words in length and all of their necessary details are completely up to you.

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daceydeath · 2 years

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Hierarchy (part 4)

Heirachy: a system, especially in a society or organization, in which people are organized into different levels of importance from highest to lowest.

Parings: Mafia Changbin x Reader, Mafia Felix x Reader Word Count: 6.7k Genre: Mafia AU, friends to lovers, slow burn romance Warning: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, blood, torture, criminal activities, murder, kidnapping

You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close . You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.

Changbin had eventually returned to his room after meeting with the others finding you lying on his bed watching tv while playing on your phone, he chuckled silently watching you as you still hadn't noticed he was there. You hummed quietly as you scrolled through pictures on your phone not paying attention to the noise of the show that was on, taking out his phone he quickly snapped a picture alerting him to your presence.

"Ugh delete that I will look awful" you pouted hiding your face.

"I think you look hilarious actually" he chuckled as you screwed up your face at him. "Meeting's over did you want to hang out and watch a movie or do you want to ask me anymore questions?". You sat up and answered him by turning off the tv and giving him your full attention.

"Can I ask anything?" you smirked

"Sure...I guess...what is that sneaky face for?" he playfully narrowed his eyes at you.

"Sit" you continued smirking patting the bed beside you as you slid back to lean on the head board of his bed "How did you meet Chan?"

"Oh, I really thought you were going to ask something else... I met Chan when we were teens at the youth center that was by my middle school" Binnie shrugged.

"So you were just teenagers? how did it become this?" you were skeptical that it was really that easy.

"Oh Chan was already running for some other guys back then but he was already thinking about a way to do his own thing. He's super smart and organized so he could see potential in a way that others didn't" his elaborated version made more sense to you knowing that Changbin had never been in trouble at that stage.

"So where did the other's come in?" you probed interested in how they all found each other.

"Minho was next, he was already causing trouble so when he and Chan met, Chan knew he would be a good person to have in with us so he convinced him to starting running errands for the guys he was already working for which Minho was happy to do" The small smile on Changbin's face as he talked about the two older men showed you his fondness and devotion to them both.

"Han came along next he had dropped out of school and run away from home so he crashed with Chan for a while, kid can be a psycho when he wants to be, I found Felix a year or so after high school ended he was running with a different crew and they were treating him like shit, they couldn't see how smart he was, I stepped in one day while I was out with the guys helped him out and he started running with us instead." His smile was becoming a grin as he reminisced about the side of his past you had never seen or known about.

"Chan bought in Hyunjin and Han brought in Seungmin who had Jeongin tagging along, after that it all sort of fell into place. We took over a few small crews, learnt the ropes and the rest is history I guess" Turning he head to look at you he noticed the soft look on your face "what?"

"How did you go from babies to killers running an empire?" You still couldn't reconcile that the soft teenager who would talk to you on the phone because he couldn't you home and help you with homework over text was getting in fights and running with a gang of teenage delinquents on the side.

"It was quick once we all got used to each other it probably took six months or so before we were taking over the crew Chan used to run errands for, then it just got bigger we were young people under estimated us so it was easy to take 'em by surprise" His tone casual.

"When did the real violence start?" you probed cautiously "Like I understand you would have had to do plenty of violent things before, but what I read about you when did that start?"

"We never wanted to shed as much blood as we have but it was inevitable, sometimes it was out of survival and sometimes it was revenge" he sighed in contemplation "On of the worst ones you would have read about was with a crew that doesn't exist anymore, they are all either dead, in prison for life or hiding. They came after us first and when it was too hard to break us they decided to pick us off individually, they tried Han which ended terribly for them like I said he can be a psycho and when pushed he can be utterly lethal. After that they went after Jeongin, they fucked him up pretty badly shot him a couple of times and left him for dead. We found him and retaliated the only way we knew how, we wiped them out for what they did to the kid. That's why Innie is in surveillance now" You looked at him in shock at how horrible it must have been for Jeongin and at how easy he had admitted it all to you. You could feel his eyes on you as you processed everything he told you, as he seemed to be waiting for some sort of response.

"Is that when you moved away the second time?" you remembered the second time you didn't get to say a proper goodbye to him, you were still living with friends saving up from your job to be able to move out on your own, he had told you out of the blue he was going to be leaving. It had been much harder than the first time he left you when his family moved to the city so he could go to a good school, which was ironic in the scheme of things.

"Yeah, I never left the city I just stayed as far from you as possible for the next couple of years until I knew it was safe" he admitted sheepishly "I still called all the time though right? I didn't just leave you"

"It's ok I understand Binnie, I know you have always wanted to keep me safe" you nudged him lightly. "Ok on a slightly different note is that why you have so many different girlfriends? you being in this life?" you delved gently hoping to not embarrass him.

"Ah yeah I guess" he started scratching the back of his neck "I haven't dated anyone I would want to keep in this life with me yet" turning to face forward again.

"Is that also why you always wanted to meet my boyfriends? So you could see I was safe for yourself?" you prodded again playfully.

"Sort of, I wanted to be sure they weren't bad guys but also I never think any of them are good enough" he smirked and nudged your shoulder in return.

"Well you are very good at reading people" you smiled as you tried to stifle a yawn making him yawn too "you could always tell when one wasn't serious about me" you sighed making him smirk.

"You should rest Binnie, did you want me to go stay with Felix again?" you sighed petting his shoulder playfully.

"Nah, stay here with me it's fine, I'll keep you safe" He grinned getting up to get ready for bed, leaving you to change while he showered.

You hadn't intended to fall asleep so quickly after you laid down and you defiantly hadn't meant to end up clinging to him in your sleep but as his alarm went of the next morning that is exactly where you found yourself. One arm draped across his chiseled chest and your head laying on his shoulder, his arms wrapped protectively around you in return. It shocked you for a split second how natural it felt to be in his arms, but also reminded of the thrill you had felt when you were in Felix's and the naughtier part of you wanted to know if you would get the same thrill from Binnie.

"Sorry I gotta get up doll" Changbin murmured quietly letting his grip on you slowly loosen. You whined and rolled over pulling the quilt with you content with letting him leave if it meant you could sleep longer, still not fully over everything that was going on around you. He made his way to the bathroom and changed, into what you noticed to be very dark clothing, before leaving you alone in his room.

20 minutes ticked by and you still hadn't fallen back asleep so rather than getting up and starting your day properly, despite the ungodly hour, you got up wrapped Binnie's robe around yourself and shuffled out into the hall. Making your way down the dimly lit hallway you carefully padded your way to the only other room you knew, testing to see in the door was lock you were pleased it wasn't as you slipped in and shut it behind you. Felix was still asleep so you quietly dropped Binnie's rob and climbed in next to him snuggling up to his warmth, Felix stirred rolled over and pulled you onto his chest still asleep but seemingly happy for the cuddle session despite his unconscious state. You relaxed into him instantly falling back into sleep with ease.

Felix awoke lazily like normal, however, that ended the second he noticed that he was no longer alone and that you were curled around him in a way that reminded him of a cat. Smiling to himself he stroked your skin softly not sure if he wanted to in fact wake you or not. You made the decision for him when you moved your face to look up at him your eyes still foggy with sleep.

"Sorry I couldn't sleep after Bin woke me up so I came in here" you apologized sleepily "Hope that's ok?"

"Always bubs" he grinned at you keeping you as close to him as he could. "You can come to me when ever you like for what ever you like"

"He got up at some stupid early time" you groaned stretching lazily and ignoring the slightly suggesting meaning to his words.

"He's gotta make himself useful" Felix giggled while still holding you close as you looked up at him. You rolled your eyes shifting slightly beside him, you felt his breath hitch slightly as you did giving you a little more confidence than you had before.

"Lix how come I never see you with a girlfriend? Bin has a different one every week" you asked playfully tracing patterns onto his clothed chest. Clearing his throat he seemed to be thinking of how to answer you so you let the quiet drag on.

"Bin doesn't have a new one every week for a start and how do you know I don't have one?" he teased gently

"You don't have one because of the other night" you shyly replied no longer meeting his eyes. Felix swallowed audibly before he started staring at the ceiling.

"Ok that's true I don't have one but it's mainly because it's too hard for me to find someone I trust" his voice soft "the wrong person could make everything we worked for blow up in our faces that's probably why no one keeps any girls around them for long, except for you".

"Binnie said the same thing about having so many different ones, I'm sorry it's so hard for you" you sighed chewing your lip in frustration for them making him squeeze you tighter.

"How are you just so fucking wonderful bubs?" he smiled genuinely looking down at you in amazement "is that the only reason he gave you though?"

"Yes? why? Lix am I missing something?" You cocked an eyebrow at him mildly confused.

"Just think about it" Felix continued smiling at you.

Changbin had agreed to meet early with Han and Minho to go pick up 'cobra', with the kid already with them for a couple of days it was better to pick each person they discovered to be in on the plan up as soon as the could to prevent them going to ground. Minho had a good idea of where he had been skulking around since he had been run off their patch, and Han was always happy to inflict some sort of pain on someone. They had left well before dawn in order to catch the motherfucker off guard, knowing he wasn't smart enough to know to skip town yet.

Minho pulled up in the back of a dilapidated apartment block just outside or the SKZ city limits, most of the area was run down but this block took the cake in regards to the crack den vibes rolling off of it. Minho put his ear piece in and Han followed suit as he made sure his gun holster was in place, Changbin finished up his prep and made sure he had his knife in place before Han led the way to the apartment they were after. Han took point most of the time when it was something to do with information gathering and bringing in guys alive he had a longer fuse than both Changbin and Minho so he was most likely to not kill the target the moment they got overly lippy. Han picked the lock on the door and disappeared inside as he waited in the hall in the off chance he was actually going to be needed, he could hear what sounded like a thump and a raised voice then Han's voice crackled to life in his ear.

"Bin, come see this shit. Minho we're gonna need a hand with this" Han sounded calm but slightly off making Changbin charge into the apartment like an angry bull. He smirked as he saw their target sitting with his hands tied and hood over his head sniveling on the couch Han holding a gun to the back of his head with one hand gesturing to another room with the other. Following the silent instruction he moved into what seemed to be the bedroom.

His eyes narrowed with fury as he found himself face to face with what seemed to be a shrine of photos of you, going to and from your office building, to and from your apartment block, at your local cafe and finally in a few of their clubs a couple where of you dancing with your friends but most were of you and him sitting together laughing or drinking. There were lists of places you shopped at, the names of your co-workers and more things than he wanted to stand around looking at when they should be moving fast.

"Fuck that is thorough work" Minho whistled "better get as much of it as we can". Instead of answering Changbin found himself just growling as Minho took a few quick pictures and began pulling bits of it apart. Picking up a bag lying on the floor he dumped the contents out and joined Minho is pulling stuff down and collecting it all for Seungmin and Jeongin to look into, plus there seemed to be a few phones, USB drives and a laptop there which he would take too, they were obviously up against more than they should be. He could hear Han muttering to Jeongin about surveillance that they should put in place to see who else came and went from the apartment in case he accomplice was equally stupid.

Blind rage was once again flowing in Changbin's blood as they traveled back to the company, nothing was said between any of them as the persistent begging and simpering of their guest was ignored. Han could tell that he was close to combusting each noise from Cobra but as long as they could all keep it in check they would be able to get back and start extracting their information without any unnecessary death. Minho kept his eye on his friend even while driving making sure that as soon as they came to a stop he got Changbin clear of the vault so Han could begin his work without the risk of major interruption.

"I'll give all this stuff to Jeongin and Seungmin and maybe Felix can take a look too to see what there is that we can work with, why don't you go find your girl?" Minho guided gently watching carefully as Changbin open and closed his fists tightly.

"I'll be fine Minho, I'll just watch for now" he growled his anger slowly morphing into a need for revenge. Han had already gotten Jihoon into the room by the time Changbin had made his way down to the vault, pulling up a chair he opened the bottle of whiskey Felix kept down there to drink when he was thinking and took a swig from the bottle. Now he just needed to wait until Jihoon mentioned a name then he would begin the hunt again for the next cunt on the list of everyone he wanted dead for daring to threaten you.

Hyunjin looked in on him as he passed smirking before he entered the room with Han, he was carrying Han's small black bag which Changbin knew well, feeling pleased that he was going harder that usual for him. Han usually only used his tool when he needed quick answers or was in a particularly foul mood, Changbin knew today was probably the time factor but it still brought him immense satisfaction nonetheless.

You had laid around with Felix talking before he had to get up but you were happy to return to Changbin's room for a long leisurely shower before you would go downstairs to find something for breakfast. In the days that you had been there you had rapidly developed a pattern to keep yourself out of everyone's way, you got up late, ate late and then kept out of the way until the next meal. You had managed to borrow a laptop that meant you could at least do some of your job remotely which kept you from boredom, Mrs Choi would appear from time to time to bring you fresh clothes and things that you had asked for.

Making your way down to the kitchen you found yourself accidentally walking in on a conversation between Jeongin and Felix.

"It will have been going on for six months at least Lix" Jeongin explained as Felix frowned deeply.

"How good a job were they doing?" He sighed angrily pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It's pretty high level stuff but it is far more advanced than any of us were expecting, considering" Jeongin admitted as you walked into the room making them both look at you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything. I'll go. Sorry" You stood startled for a moment before turning to leave.

"It's alright" Jeongin smiled reassuringly "You don't need to run every time were talking"

"Thanks Jeongin, I don't want to interrupt your work though" you tried to say casually but it still came out slightly stiff.

"It's about you so you may as well know now, Changbin will tell you it anyway" His voice remained friendly and almost too boyish for the man standing in front of you. "I assume he has told you quite a lot about us by now"

"About me?" You instantly tensed as a wave of anxiety washing over you. Felix was at your side in a heartbeat wrapping his arm around your shoulder to steady you.

"I'll make something for you to drink, sit here and Jeongin will explain what he's found out, Changbin is downstairs working but I'll go get him before I need to leave you" Felix soothed kissing your temple and guiding you to the nearest chair. Jeongin continued to smile his pretty eyes creasing into crescent moons. He looked so young when he smiled you thought thinking back to how much older he had looked when angry the night they had brought you to the company to keep you safe, and how much he had been through with them.

"Basically, Changbin, Han and Minho went to pick up one of the guys that is responsible for the threat against you both. When they got to his apartment he had a very large amount of information on your movements, your work and other things like who you hang out with at the clubs and of course you and Changbin" Jeongin had reached over to you and gently taken your hand in his, you assumed to keep you from panicking but also to give some comfort as Felix returned putting a mug of hot chocolate in front of you.

"Your safe here bubs, all of us will keep you safe" Felix murmured to you smiling brightly.

"I still don't understand why I am of any interest to anyone" you sighed as Jeongin let go of your hand again and sat back in his seat.

"It's because of your connection to Changbin, not that is any reason to cut him and Felix out of your life" Jeongin amended quickly "This hasn't happened to anyone close to us before so it's not entirely clear to us either but we will find out and we will deal with it" His voice stayed soft but his eyes flashed dangerously, it shocked you when you realized that it didn't frighten you it only made you feel better. Jeongin excused himself leaving the kitchen to just you and Felix.

"When we know what is going on Bin and I can tell you what's going on, and if the others need to talk to you about anything they will and one of us will be with you" Felix soothed as you looked out the large windows into the gardens in thought, the time was fast approaching that you would need to make a few decisions that would probably change everything. You were sure that you wanted Changbin and Felix to remain in your life but at the cost of you becoming an accessory to what they did was something you still weren't sure was a price you wanted to pay. Felix's words this morning were still playing in your mind as you though about what your future would look like attached to a crime family.

Jihoon had been screaming for ten minutes now, which wouldn't have happened if he had been truthful in the previous 10 minutes but Han had warned him, twice, so it was on him. Minho had come to join him in watching the entertainment as he had called it but Bin knew it was more of a keep him from storming in and killing Jihoon if he said anything too revolting. Han had removed the little finger on one of Jihoon's hands with bolt cutters and was smiling manically as proceeded to mangle the removed digit in front of the unlucky fucker.

"He takes far too much pleasure in this" Minho sighed looking both concerned and bored.

"You know you can trust me right? I'm not just going to kill him until we get some good intel on who all his bosses are" Changbin yawned looking to Minho as they both tuned out the screaming in the background.

"Yeah I know but... we're just being careful" Minho admitted taking a swig of the dwindling whiskey. Changbin hummed in response and Han started taunting Jihoon again it usually didn't take this much to get a low level piece of shit to talk so Changbin knew his boss must have a lot more power than he first thought, this was bigger than a crew getting back at them for buying out some clubs, or even bigger than just getting back and him personally.

"Jihoonie why do you make me so sad" Han sang in a childlike voice sounding like some kind of demented children's toy "I just want you to answer my question"

"Hyunjinnie I think we need a different tool, these didn't help" Han pouted dramatically throwing the bolt cutters over his shoulder and narrowly missing Jihoon's head. Hyunjin chuckled silently at the performance in front of him Han could act so deranged and be so cute at the same time it was like a horrible theatre piece, passing Han over a scalpel to see what the next act of horror would produce.

Changbin was watching the blood drip from Jihoon's tied hand it had pooled in a small area of the tarp on the floor making it look blacker than it should. It had never been his thing to watch when Han went into his proper torture mode but this time was an exception and if he played his cards right Han might even let him have a go when they got to the guy the had ordered the kidnapping of you. Han started giggling again which made him go back to watching what he was doing, Han was counting down which finger he would start on before with absolute precision he sliced down the length on his palm. Changbin barely noticed the last high pitched scream that Jihoon made before it all went silent except for Han's annoyed yell.

"Too much too soon Han" Hyunjin sighed picking up a roll of bandage to bind the stump where he had removed a finger.

"I know but I was sure peeling his skin off would work" Han grumbled moving to stem the bleeding on the other hand. "He won't take too long to come round you can go update Chan if you want"

"And leave you with just our guest and Bin?" Hyunjin smirked.

"Fuck off Hyun, you know the big guy won't cause any problems. He wants the fucker that ordered this not the fuckers that got caught" Han drawled rolling his eyes.

Changbin smiled to himself as much as they worried about him losing it, Han at least had the sense to remember he could hold it in until they were at the top of the food chain. He wasn't going to kill everyone blindly that would get them no where fast.

"I'll head upstairs just let me know if we're meeting" he smiled crookedly to Minho as he stood who nodded in return as he looked back into the other room. He knew as he got to the top of the stairs you were either in the kitchen, his room or with Felix so logically Changbin wandered towards the kitchen to see if you were there.

"You have to eat something bubs, you haven't eaten since last night" Felix whined at you as Changbin rounded the corner.

"Do you want me to order you ice cream?" he interjected causing you to whip your head around to face him smiling.

"Will you?" you smiled cheekily relieved to see him as he rolled his eyes in return.

"Are you up here for a while? Jeongin wants me to look at the drives and stuff" Felix questioned looking between the to of you.

"Yeah I'll get her some lunch you can head on down, but Han has made a bit of a mess just so you know" Changbin warned knowing that Felix dealt with blood fine but not Han's methods.

"Eww I'll keep that in mind" Felix scrunched up his face before leaving you alone with Binnie.

"I will buy you ice cream if you eat so what would you like?" He continued seamlessly hoping you wouldn't ask questions.

"Just order me whatever you are having please" you sighed knowing you wouldn't get away with just dessert for lunch.

After you had eaten your ice cream Binnie's phone rang to let him know he needed to go down to the vault quickly. You understood so you began cleaning up the left over ice cream bowls and spoons away before Bin's words echoed around the quiet room.

"You want me to bring her down there, to see that are you fucking insane??" He snapped making you jump slightly at how agressive he sounded. "Chan, she can't see that kind of shit. Fine" Looking up at you, you could see the mix of fear, unwillingness and sympathy shining in his eyes.

"It's alright Binnie, I can do whatever you need me to" you took a deep breath and set your shoulders before you walked back across the room to him and took his hand in yours "You will keep me safe you always have".

"I just don't want to regret this" he admitted nervously before walking you down stairs to the vault door. The sight of it alone was off putting to you knowing that this was where the stuff that was being hidden from the world was kept.

"Stay here and cover your ears for a second I'll get you in a second" he whispered into your ear before ducking inside the first door on your right. You waited with your fingers in your ears for him to come back and get you, to find out what they wanted you to see or what it was you knew. The second felt like hours as your anxiety started to grow about what could be so horrible that Bin didn't want you to know about. Binnie appeared in your vision and you lowered your hands way from your head.

"This is as good as we can make it for now I don't want you to see anything too full on" he explained as he guided you into the room. Your eyes widened as you saw pictures of you all over the walls, Felix was on a computer that was linked up to three screens on the wall headphones covering his ears and Chan and Minho were standing in front of a large window that was darkened. "We need you to look at everything that's here as see if you can remember anything from around the time the photos were taken".

"Is this what Jeongin was talking about?" you almost whimpered feeling fear creeping up the back of your neck.

"Yes this is what the boys found this morning" Chan explained smoothly as you looked at the photos of you at work, there mast have been 40 pictures of you coming, going, sitting at your desk, in meeting rooms and your bosses office. You could see different outfits that you would never have worn in the same week from summer clothes to winter and back to spring outfits.

There was a picture of you at your desk smiling at your phone flowers sitting in front of you that you remembered, Binnie had sent them to you for forgetting about coming to see you after he promised to, there was one of you laughing with another of the associates as you brought coffee to a large meeting, dozens of you looking annoyed at something that was being told to you on the phone but nothing was out of the ordinary except for one of you leaning against the office kitchen bench drinking coffee.

"This one" you pulled a picture from the wall "This one was taken in the office kitchen, there are no windows in there it must have come from our cameras, but no one except our security has access to them not even the bosses can see them unless there is an emergency" you gave the photo to Binnie as you kept looking others.

"Did you catch that Han?" Chan asked harshly, you waited for Han to answer only to instead hear a loud scream which made you flinch harshly.

"What was that?" you yelped looking around wildly.

"It's best you don't know doll" Binnie glowered at Chan pulling you against him before yanking the headphones Felix was wearing forcefully from his head and covering your ears with them. You couldn't really hear what was going on but Felix turned around yelling only to stop when his eyes landed on you then he turned back to Chan and Minho to say something angrily. Once your heart was no longer in your throat you realized that the scream must have come from on of the men they had brought in because they were involved. You could see Felix's set his jaw furiously before turning back to his screen, Bin was practically grinding his teeth and you could feel how rigid he had become.

You looked between the four of them Changbin and Felix were angry, Minho looked like he pitied you but that this also could end up making everything worse but Chan looked you in the eye almost asking you what you wanted, did you want this life or did you want to back out because here was your chance. You reached up and pulled the headphones from your head and placed them back on Felix who both seemed surprised and confused as he pulled them down around his neck. Changbin moved to cover your ears with his hands which you caught and lowered back to where they were sitting on your waist.

"No Binnie, if you want me in your life I need to know what your life is" you implored as you could clearly hear Hyunjin's voice now.

"Jihoon, you can't possibly be more scared of who ever is paying you over what he will do to you if you don't tell us" Hyunjin was reasoning with a man you couldn't see.

"I don't know who wants the little slut, I was paid to pick her up and take her to a different location where someone would meet me, that's it" the man who must be Jihoon sobbed.

"Nah-uh we don't believe you Jihoon" another voice spoke in a twisted sounded baby talk making a shiver run down your spine.

"Chan" Changbin snarled at his friend who hit a button behind him silencing the noise

"She's right Bin, if you and Lix want to keep her around she needs to know the bad shit as well as the good and if she can't handle it then you both need to let her go" Chan's voice was harsh but the look he gave you seemed almost proud that you had made a decision to be all in with them.

"Chan, her knowing what we do and her knowing what we do are different things" Felix piped up looking worriedly at you.

"I'm a big girl Lix, I have been here for a almost a week now getting hidden from whatever is out there, I don't want to be the girl who needs saving I want to be the girl who can make smart enough decisions to not have this happen to me again" you explained calmly and he turned back to his screens pouting slightly.

"Well that's admirable, go you" Han chirped happily as he walked into the room with Hyunjin, his face and clothes splattered with blood that you knew wasn't his. Your face paled instantly but you forced yourself to not panic, as Minho and Hyunjin rolled their eyes. "Knew she was braver than you gave her credit for"

"Fuckwit" Felix muttered not even turning from his screen to look at Han.

"Don't fucking freak her out you fucking dick" Bin snapped pulling you back against him his arms wrapping around your waist protectively.

"Back on topic" Hyunjin sighed even though he seemed to look at you concerned about your level of pallor "security have been paid off by someone in the company, they paid for continuous copies of the footage from the part of the building that her office is in"

"Ok I'll go through any bank transfers from off shore and any big spenders from the last year" Felix interjected instantly typing again.

"We have a really creepy security guy named Jonwoo but I don't know his last name, he always tries to look up the interns skirts and stuff" you blurted looking at Felix he grinned back.

"This is why you are brilliant bubs you remember stuff" he replied looking proud of you.

"You tell me all the time to remember stuff that makes me feel ick so I can tell you about it later. I write most of it down" you shrugged.

"You do?" Chan sounded surprised watching and Changbin's grip on you loosened and his hands just rested on your hips "where do you write it down?"

"In my notebook that in hidden at home" you blinked looking at him.

"Would you be able to tell us exactly where so Jeongin and Seungmin can retrieve it?" Chan was polite but you could see the cogs turning in his head.

"Will that be safe for them?" you asked without thinking.

"What?" Minho was the one who voiced his confusion first followed by Han.

"They can take care of themselves just fine" Han chuckled.

"I wouldn't want them going into an apartment that those fuckers know I live in that will be being watched and will probably already been gone over without knowing they would be ok" you snapped looking to Chan as you gestured to the darkened window "I won't tell you anything if you can't tell me they will be safe when they go get it"

You could feel Binnie's hands squeeze your hips as Chan broke into the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen on his face. The others all wore various looks of surprise except Han who looked so proud he might burst.

"They will be safe and we will defiantly make a mafia wife out of you" he chuckled looking pleased "Where exactly is this journal?"

"There are two of them, they are inside a fake bottom panel of the bottom draw of my desk" You answered slowly

"Another thing the big guy taught you?" Hyunjin snickered making you roll your eyes at him.

Changbin had led you back upstairs you couldn't tell what he was thinking his face remaining totally blank as he walked you towards his room, he usually only went blank like this on you when he as annoyed but you weren't sure if it was what you said, Han being covered in blood, Chan letting you hear things that he didn't want you to or the mafia wife comment. You had been thinking about what Felix had told you earlier and you were starting to put the pieces together Changbin wanted to keep you if his life no matter the consequence, Chan's joke, Jeongin's comment the other night and the fact that both he and Felix trusted you was beginning to paint a picture that you weren't sure you were entirely opposed to. Your musings were interrupted though as Changbin caged you against the door after guiding you into his room, his large arms either side of your head as he stared at you with hard unreadable eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" he muttered his face inches from yours.

"I want to be in your life Binnie, I will do whatever I need to do to keep you in mine" you replied as clearly as you could.

"By proving you can be a criminal like me?" he was getting angry now you could feel it rolling off of him, but he wasn't angry at you not really, he was standing so close that his breath fanned across your face.

"No by proving you can trust me, that I will always be here with you no matter what you do" you justified determined not to shy away from his as his eyes grew darker.

"You think talking back to Chan proves I can trust you?" he scoffed.

"No, I think helping you does" you frowned meeting his eyes and staring back. Pushing himself off the door he backed up until he was sitting on the bed staring at you.

"After this is over you were going to have to make a choice of what you wanted but it seems you already have, I just want you to be safe even if it means I leave your life" He admitted slowly his eyes turning from angry to sad as he looked down at his hands.

"I can't not have you in my life Binnie, that's not a life I want" you could feel your eyes misting up but you didn't care he needed to understand you would take the risks to keep him and Felix in your life.

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some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

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“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model”

Q: What type of music are you into right now?

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain”

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COSMOGIRL 2009

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!"

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Seventeen Magazine (2008)

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played.

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”) contacted you?

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore.

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself?

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic.

Q: How did that make you feel?

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that.

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look?

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change.

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise?

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything in the world – I would never change what I do.

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“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)

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YOU (2009)

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that.

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week.

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles.

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy?

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.”

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PEOPLE, 2009

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools?

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back.

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30?

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30.

(midnight rain vibe)

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Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ?

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends?

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TIGER BEAT

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.”

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

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BOP 2012

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak."

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

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readyplayerhobi · 2 years

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Knife’s Edge | Final

; Mafia!Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

; Genre: Angst, fluff

; Warnings: Mentions of abuse, slight eating disorder

; Word Count: 4.4k

; Synopsis: The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

; A/N: So after what...4 years? Knife’s Edge is finally finished! Some of you may not like this ending, some of you might love it. Please be kind, as it’s the first I’ve finished in a while! This chapter is dialogue heavy, and I hope the reasonings for the characters are understandable and believable. I’m half convinced you’re all gonna hate this, but please let me know your thoughts through comments, reblogs or asks! It helps encourage me to write more!

Previous Chapter ; Epilogue

Time seems to pass oddly after you’d sent Jungkook your final text. True to your word, you’d deleted his number from the device alongside the chat before throwing the phone away. From now on, you’d use your new phone.

Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘new phone, who’s this?’.

Not that it mattered. The only person who bothered to talk to you anymore was Jimin, and he was too busy with whatever he was doing. Plus, he obviously wanted to separate himself from you to try and move on from his feelings towards you. You respected his decision and kept your interactions at a minimum, but it hurt.

It hurt to know that you had no one anymore.

The last few days had been a struggle to even get out of bed, a deep and suffocating depression taking over that made it hard for you to have the energy to even open your eyes. Lethargy crept behind you in your shadow whilst the cruel thoughts in your head made it easy to just give in. Why should you bother going to college anymore? You wouldn’t be allowed to get a job after this and you were fully expecting to find out that the funding Jungkook had gotten for you would be pulled after this year.

It wasn’t like you needed the degree anymore, what were you going to do with it? You had no career prospects because the Clan didn’t like their women to work, but you needed to get a job because you had no marriage prospects. You would never have any marriage prospects because of your previous relationships with Jungkook, but you knew that there were plenty of depraved men who would delight in doing things to you with the knowledge that you’d once been Jungkook’s. It was a vicious circle that would cause you to break down if you thought about it too hard, so you didn’t think about it.

You carefully ignored it, pushing all the thoughts of what you might have to do in the future to keep yourself going into a box in your mind and burying that box.

So for now, you keep attending classes and doing all the work they ask for. Jungkook had worked hard to get you these rights and privileges, so even if he wasn’t here then you wanted to try and make him proud. But if everything went to shit, then you already knew that you would rather just not be here than suffer the indignity of whatever some of the cruellest men in the Clan could offer.

Nothing you’d done would ever warrant enduring that, no matter what anyone in the Clan said.

A loud bang from downstairs makes you peek up from the covers, noting the numbers glowing in a soft green on your clock and sigh quietly. It’s just after six at night, and you have no doubt that your father has got immensely drunk once more. You can just hope that noise was him deciding to leave to go drown his sorrows in a bar instead of taking out that anger on you again.

The three months since Jungkook had last talked to you had resulted in an exceptional decline in the relationship between yourself and your parents. Whilst your mother had decided to just ignore you even existed, your father had turned towards alcohol to soothe the bruised ego he had.

He’d always been a cruel man, which was why he’d been welcomed so easily into the upper echelons of the Clan. The relationship you’d shared with Jungkook had helped, but they clearly liked a man who enjoyed and even welcomed violence sometimes. Unfortunately, for you, it had turned out to be a two-way street and his anger at the loss of prestige had finally outweighed his paternal feelings.

If he’d ever had any.

Your hopes disintegrate though as your bedroom door opens, the door violently hitting the wall and you immediately ball up even tighter. It’s silly, but the instinctive part of your brain tells you that if you make yourself as small and unassuming as possible, then maybe he won’t see you. Maybe he’ll leave you alone.

Drunk people aren't always the smartest.

“Y/N!” Tensing up with your shoulders around your ears, you almost don’t realise your name has been said. By the time you’re about to sit up and look, your bed covers are practically ripped off you.

You don’t even get a chance to yelp when you’re suddenly wrapped in someone’s arms, the hug almost violent. But you don’t care as the voice registers at the same time that your nose recognises the scent of who’s hugging you. A scent you didn’t think you’d ever smell again.

Twisting in his arms, you finally manage to get into a position where you can get a good look and immediately burst into tears.

Jeon Jungkook is currently holding you, his arms wrapped so tightly around your body that you worry for a moment that you might end up suffocating. But the thought disappears just as fast and you don’t question why he’s here, too busy pressing your face into his shoulder as you cry.

“Princess, oh my god, what the fuck. You scared the fuck outta me! I thought you were dead!” His voice trembles, the timbre so low that you can feel it vibrate through his body. Despite the emotions, you’re feeling - Jungkook was back, he was here, after 3 months! - his words break through to you.

“I-what? Dead?” You whimper out, wiping your eyes on his shirt without caring. He’d had you wiping your tears on his shirt many times before, but then you remember that he’s not yours anymore. He’s someone else’s now.

That makes you push away from him, shifting on the bed until you can pull your knees to your chest and hug them tightly. Sniffling, you look him over and note that he looks good. Like the last three months haven’t affected him, though there’s darkness under his eyes.

“Yes! Dead! What the fuck was that text you sent? I thought you’d - that you’d,” He pauses, frowning deeply and looking down at his hands as you realise he’s crying. “You’d made it sound so sad, I thought you’d done something to yourself.”

Stunned, you stare at him with wide eyes. How had he managed to get that from your text? You hadn’t mentioned anything about that, so it seemed like quite the logic leap to you.

“And then you wouldn’t answer your phone! I kept texting and calling but I couldn’t get away any sooner. Taehyung said that you wouldn’t answer the door and what the fuck was this about me getting married? I’m not getting married to some Chicago girl?! Why did you believe him? He was just angry and wanted to hurt you, I’ve reamed him out for that too.” Jungkook spits out, his words sharp and staccato.

It takes a moment for his words to filter through, and when they do you feel deep and immediate regret for throwing away your old phone. But if you’d kept it, would he have stayed away once he’d found out you were fine?

Either way, you focus on his words and frown deeply whilst trying to wipe away the tears that won’t stop falling.

“You’re not…you’re not getting married?” It’s the only thing you can think to say because it’s the most important thing he’d just mentioned. Jungkook wasn’t getting married to the heir of some Chicago Clan? Taehyung had been lying?

“No! I mean…not to some random woman I don’t even know. Why would you believe him? Why would you think I’d do that to you?” There’s hurt in his voice and you both take a moment to evaluate how you’re sitting. You’re half wrapped up in the covers still, sprawled over Jungkook’s lap whilst his legs were tangled underneath you.

Carefully, you get out of the covers and sit cross-legged against the headboard with the pillows at your back. Jungkook pauses momentarily before mirroring your position, taking the time to carefully remove his shoes before stretching out his legs. That makes you pause, eyes widening as you take in the expensive Nike’s he places on the floor.

Jungkook never wore shoes inside a house, it had been ingrained into him since being a child. Had he been so worried that he hadn’t even taken the time to take off his shoes?

“I didn’t mean to worry you…I just…Taehyung said that and it felt like everything ended. I thought it was confirmation that you didn’t want to see me anymore and that it’d be better for you if I leave you alone. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was going to do that.” Your room is so quiet that he can hear your whispered voice with ease, the atmosphere slightly awkward between you both.

Once, the two of you never used to be uncomfortable around each other.

“Well it did, and I…panicked, obviously. God…I’m gonna kill Taehyung. He was just angry on my behalf, and I get it but he went too far. He shouldn’t have lied to you. I was in Chicago, but it was just for stupid work stuff, nothing else. I swear.” You can’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid that you’ll burst into tears once more if you look into those bright eyes you loved so much.

“You don’t need to swear to me, not after what I did. I don’t have the right to get angry anymore.” It’s one thing to know that, but it’s another thing entirely to say it out loud to him.

He sighs deeply, staying quiet for a moment before he reaches over and takes your hand. Without a word, he carefully links your fingers together and squeezes your hands gently in an almost reassuring touch. It’s the most physical contact you’ve had with someone since you’d cried into Jimin’s arms, and the irony isn’t lost on you.

Still, you have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from sobbing at the affectionate touch he gives so freely and openly.

“You’ve not been eating properly,” Is all he says in response to you before gently pressing his thumb against the back of your hand. “I can see it. And don’t think I haven’t noticed that black eye either, I’ll be having words with your asshole father. Piece of shit.”

As soon as he says that, you can practically feel your cheekbone throbbing and it takes everything in you to not press your fingers gently against the swollen skin. Of course, he’d noticed, and of course, he hadn’t made a big deal out of it. Jungkook had spent too long as a child and teenager taking care of those bruises and cuts that you’d suffered to not notice, but he also knew how much you hated attention being brought to it.

For a moment, you go to defend your father. It had been what you’d learnt to do growing up, even if Jungkook had hated that you’d protected him. One word from Jungkook would have had your father reprimanded, but you’d always known that it would cause more issues than it solved. At the same time, though, you trusted Jungkook with all your problems.

“He’s angry that he’s lost status after…you know. My mother’s response is to ignore I exist and his is to drink, as usual. Only he’s having to drink more now to forget how his life has fallen apart.” There’s a brief tightening of Jungkook’s fingers against yours before he lets out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry, he’s an asshole. Give me the world and I’ll sort him out.” It almost makes you laugh, despite all the pain and hurt bubbling beneath the surface between you both. Despite everything, he was still more than willing to teach your father a lesson.

“No, ignore him. I’ve had more important things to worry about. And while you’re here, please just…let me speak. I’m sorry, I’m really, really, really fucking sorry. I can’t change what happened, but I own up to my mistakes and I know that what I did made me a really shitty person, the worst kind of person. I can’t even imagine how much I hurt you, and I’ll never be able to say how sorry I am. I was selfish and I ruined everything.” Shifting, you take his other hand and cup them both between your own before pressing them to your forehead.

“You gave me everything and tried so hard, and I threw it all away. I’m so sorry, Kookie, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know why…no, no I won’t lie, I do know why I did it. But it’s not a good enough excuse, nothing is. You probably don’t want to hear this but you deserve to know everything, I don’t want to lie to you about anything anymore. I just…I just…I didn’t know who he was. I swear to you, I would’ve never put myself or you at risk like that, I promise. I thought he was just…a normal guy and I…I wanted to feel normal. Like I had a choice for once, and I made a stupid choice. I fucked up, I fucked up so badly and I couldn’t see how I was destroying my life. I’m so sorry.”

There’s more silence between you both after that, and you keep his hands pressed against your forehead to avoid looking at him and seeing any anger and disgust. It doesn’t stop the tears from falling down your face once more, making slow trails that feel like they’ve been carved into your face at this point. You’ve cried so much over the last three months and done more than a little self-flagellation.

“You’re partly right, but you’re also wrong. It was cheating after we got engaged, but it wasn’t technically before then. I’ve spent a while thinking this over and I realised some of the things you’d just said. You’d made a choice, a choice of your own and I know how rare that is for you. God, you’ve ranted to me enough times about how shittily our Clan treats women, I’m not stupid enough to not realise that you’d seen a chance to act like a normal woman and taken it. I also realised that we weren’t actually together. I’ve never asked you to be my girlfriend, I just assumed you were and you never contradicted me. This is my fault because I also realised that you probably wouldn’t say no to me,”

“Ironically, it was Tae who helped me to realise this. He pointed out that you never had a choice in the matter, that I’d basically chased off any potential lovers for you just by being near you. The Clan is misogynistic as shit and they’ll never touch you, not given how close you are to me. I…god, I sound so stupid but I didn’t even realise that until recently. You never had a choice, your choice was me or nothing and I’m sorry for that. I couldn’t do anything about it, but I’m sorry. I should’ve given you the choice and given you the decency of asking you out.”

Jungkook sighs deeply, pulling a hand free from between yours and rubbing at his forehead. He shouldn’t be defending you like this, not after you’d hurt him and yet he seemed to be just as eager to spill his woes and regrets as you were.

Neither of you speaks for a moment after that, both awkwardly sitting on your bed and wondering what to say. The feel of his thigh against yours is warm, and it’s almost embarrassing how much you want to curl into his side. Just drift off and forget about the world for a while, but you can’t do that.

“I’m not angry anymore, I’m still hurt and I doubt I’ll forget it any time soon. But I’m not angry…and I forgive you. I’ve spent these last few months throwing myself into my work, figured I’d forget about you or something. Turns out I can’t, I didn’t answer your texts but I saw them arrive. Wanted to talk to you but also didn’t want to put myself through that. I even thought about trying to hurt you, sleep with women to see how you’d like it. Couldn’t do it, realised I wasn’t that kind of guy. Wondered why I wanted to forgive you so badly when I hated my father for constantly cheating on my mom, and then I realised it’s because you regret it. You made a mistake, and yeah it took a while for you to realise and tell me but you did. And you apologised, again and again. Sure, I thought you were gonna kill yourself but…you let me go. You told me that my happiness was more important than yours by letting me go, and that was when I finally realised that I couldn’t let you go.” He pauses to look over at you, a vulnerable look on his face.

You don’t respond, simply staring at him with an incredulous look. How could he possibly forgive you? Not only because of his status in the Clan but simply on a personal level. You’d hurt him in a way that no one had ever been able to do, he should hate you.

And yet you can’t stop the small kernel of hope deep within you.

Still, you don’t want him to ruin his life by people finding out. As far as you know, no one except Taehyung knows what happened. Everyone else just knows that something has happened.

Trailing your fingertips along the black tattoos that line his wrist, you swallow through a suddenly dry throat before pushing forward.

“You shouldn’t forgive me, it’s not forgivable. And no one will respect you if you do, you know what the Clan does to women who cheat. They’ll never accept it and if you force them to, they’ll view you as weak. They never liked me anyway. You deserve better.” It’s like you’ve taken a knife to your heart when you say those words, and you want to cry even harder. But you need him to know that you accept whatever consequences he gives you.

“Fuck them and fuck expectations. I deserve what I think I deserve, and that’s you. I don’t care what they think, they don’t know what happened because they don’t need to. Taehyung will never tell them, and even if they do know, I don’t give a shit. Why is it okay for all of them to cheat and hurt their wives but not the other way around? I know what you did, you know what you did and I forgive you for it. I haven’t forgotten, and I’m not sure I will but I also understand the context around this whole shit show. If we were normal people, living normal lives then this would have never happened. Because you would’ve been encouraged to be your own person from the beginning, to explore and experience love and dating. But we’re in this shitty ass Clan and its shitty, misogynistic and archaic rules so we didn’t get to go the normal route.” Jungkook is angry now, and it’s not at you.

Whilst the hand in yours is soft and gentle, his free hand clenches your bed covers tightly as years’ worth of pent-up irritation and annoyance bubble forth. Without even realising it, you’re already trying to comfort him as you start to massage his hand. It’s familiar, something that you’ve done for so long that the tendons and muscles of his hand feel as recognisable as your own.

“If we were normal, then I’m pretty sure you would have dated someone way prettier and cooler than me. I mean, look at you!” You tease lightly, trying to get him to smile. It works for a moment before he pokes at your cheek affectionately, the gesture making your stomach bubble in delight.

“No way! Have you seen yourself? Do you not remember what I looked like as a teenager. I was a Greek tragedy come to life,” He smiles then looks down at your still clenched hands and squeezes lightly. “Seriously though, I missed you. I’ve missed you so much, and the whole way here…I thought I was never going to see you again. It made me realise that I love you just as much as I did, and my life wouldn’t be as happy without you in it. Not getting to see you smile or laugh was just…it was too much. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, even now and most importantly…you’re my best friend.”

Jungkook chokes up on the final words, his voice breaking slightly as tears spill over. Without a word, you let go of his hand and pull him into you. There’s a bit of shuffling as you both shimmy down the bed, but soon enough you’re wrapped around him and hugging him tightly to you, your leg slung over his hips. It was his favourite thing to do when he was feeling sad or overwhelmed, and he instantly clings to you in turn.

“I love you, I still do. I still want to marry you, maybe I’m being stupid and an idiot by doing this but…I just know that I will be unhappy without you. I’ve never got to choose anything for myself either, though it was never as bad as for you, I am now. I want to choose you. I want to do it right, I want to properly ask you out and give you a choice as well. The amount of bad shit I’ve done already, I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

You don’t say anything, just run your fingers through his hair slowly as you feel your shirt getting damp again your skin from his tears. He seems content to stay in the silence for a while as you ponder his words, wondering whether you deserve to accept the second chance he’s offering you.

Whilst you’ve never been given a choice in your past, your gender dictating what the Clan thought you should be and should do with your life, Jungkook had been suffering under his own form of constraints. The son of the Clan leader, the only son. He hadn’t been allowed to choose his degree course, nor would he ever be able to choose his career. His life had been planned out even more than your own had written as soon as he was born.

That he was still willing to stay with you, that he acknowledged the struggles you faced as well and accepted them warmed your heart. He was too sweet for his own good, and it hurt you to think of all this soft kindness and happiness being crushed until he was a mirror image of the cold and cruel man his father was. And some part of you knew that would happen if you rejected him here if you let your guilt and fear push him away.

If he was willing to forgive you, to try again and do it all properly this time, then should you accept it? Should you give yourself a second chance?

“Okay, if you’re willing to take me back even after what I did…I choose you. I’d choose you over anyone else. I love you.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond, just hugs you even tighter and you relish every moment of it. Enjoy the heat of him against your body, the physical strength of him and so much more. The scent of his shampoo as you press your nose against his head, inhaling deeply against his hair. All the things you never thought you’d get to experience again. You’d be an idiot to turn him away when he was willing to try again, forgive you and move forward.

“I swear, I’ll never do it again. It was the biggest mistake I’ve ever done and I’ll regret it forever. Never again, I love you. I love you so much, Kookie.” Kissing his head, you try to cuddle him even tighter as you try to push the love you have for him through osmosis or something.

He giggles for a moment against your chest, his breath hot against your skin before he manages to wiggle his head up and look at you with those bright eyes you love so much. It makes your heart twist that you could’ve ever thought about giving this up, about giving him up.

“We’re a team, yeah? Both of us, I support you and you support me.” Nodding at him, you can’t help but smile when he smiles back at you.

“Me and you, yeah? Fuck everyone else and their expectations.” With that, he shifts until he’s kissing you, his lips soft against your own. It’s a gentle kiss, filled with love, longing, regret and sorrow. The kind of kiss you never thought you’d ever get again, more than you think you deserve.

Both of you keep it light and you get the sense that neither of you wants to let yourselves get too far, to ruin this moment with sex. This isn’t a moment for that, it’s for you both to reconnect emotionally.

You have so much to prove to Jungkook from now, to prove that you love him and you choose him over any other possibilities. You’ll never lie to him again, unless it’s over something small like his birthday present, of course. He’s given you a second chance, a chance you’ll never think you deserve but you’ll take it with both hands.

Kissing him once more, you trail your fingers along his face gently and marvel at the fact he’s here in your arms.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. We’ll do this right, I promise. No more assuming, no more not having a choice.” Nodding, you feel hope building in your chest for your future for the first time in months. No more lies, no more secrets, no more guilt and no more stress. Just him and you, the way it had always been and the way it should be.

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that have fun OT4 or OT5 moments! If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Please also be sure to show these amazing fics love. Happy reading!

1) You Are My Familiar | Explicit | 27088 words

Louis loses his dog, and Harry takes in a stray. A whole year passes before they realize that it’s the same dog, and that kind of complicates things.

2) Drain To The Stars | Explicit | 28002 words

Louis lived a very quiet life at his inherited book shop in Notting Hill, until Oscar-winner Harry Styles walked through the door.

3) Brooklyn Saw Me | Explicit | 28537 words

In the cold and unforgiving city of New York, Louis doesn't have a home and Harry wants to give him one. But as their heartstrings become increasingly intertwined, and the snow continues to fall, home is getting harder and harder to find.

4) Cupid's Chokehold | Explicit | 35326 words

Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn't work out as planned.

5) Eyes Off You | Mature | 39396 words

A Charlie’s angels inspired fic where Louis is the brains, Harry is the charm, Liam is the muscle, and Niall drives the getaway car - and Zayn is there, too. sometimes.

6) Another Hazy May | Mature | 41042 words

Louis is a terrible poet and Harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. Bookshop meets military meets summer romance AU ft. Marlboros, the Backstreet Boys, and underrated literary devices.

7) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46170 words

A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

8) Stole My Heart | Mature | 51344 words

Louis doesn't want much. A warm bed, and people who care about him.

Harry has everything he needs, despite his mother insisting he needs a mate. Money, status, and any omega he wants, why lock his heart down.

Until Louis comes along, and steals it.

9) Made For Lovin' You | Explicit | 52635 words

The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

10) Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) | Mature | 54609 words

Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles.

Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

He also starts to fall in love with Harry.

Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

11) We've Got The World in Our Hands | Explicit | 54964 words

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

12) But We Have Promises To Keep | Mature | 62608 words

Note: This fic is the fourth fic in a series. The other fics do not have smut.

Maybe, Louis thought, from the beginning to the end, he had always known exactly what he wanted. He had always heard it, a quiet song in his head never giving up, because it had never been a thing apart from who he was. Someone who wouldn’t stop. Someone who could walk out into the dark, seeing nothing, having little, and still looking.

The undeniable, terrifying, gorgeous truth was always going to be this: that he had a heart, and that that heart wanted to live.

13) We'll Cast Some Light (You'll Be Alright) | Not Rated | 74409 words

There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

14) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76584 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

15) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83615 words

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

16) Where You Lay | Explicit | 86038 words

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

17) Swim In The Smoke | Explicit | 101778 words

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

18) Saving Symphony Hall | Explicit | 124766 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic. It is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

19) Collision | Not Rated | 226294 words

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

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kendallroydefender · 9 months

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Somewhere only we know - Chapter 4 (Kendall Roy x Reader)

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Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter four summary: Kendall comes back from Shanghai, he meets Rava and starts to settle down. A few years pass by and problems start to appear causing some tension between you and him.

Authors Notes: Thank you all for reading and sending me asks - it means a lot and keeps me motivated! This chapter is mainly focused on Rava and Kendall’s relationship so we can move past this part of his live and move on to the pining again! I hope you’ll like this!

Warnings: mention of drug addiction

Wordcount: 3k

It’s been about six months since Kendall came back from Shanghai. And you see each other regularly. For Kendall it was a bit harder to come back to see you in a relationship and a happy one at that. He still had feelings for you and had been looking to come back and maybe ask you out. But your new boyfriend Cody seemed really nice and Kendall could tell that he loved and cared about you.

You met him through a work colleague. She was friends with him since college and thought you two would get along well. She wasn’t wrong you like him but in the beginning it was weird. You still had feelings for Kendall when you first went out with Cody, you probably still had them now but they were getting less and less every time you met Cody. You had come to the conclusion that you were probably always going to have feelings for him, part of you would always be in love with your best friend and you had just find a way to live with it. Because somehow you’d convinced yourself you and Kendall were not meant to be. After coming back from Shanghai you told yourself that you had made a mistake, that Kendall didn’t have any feelings for you other than the friendly kind of feelings. You would only end up hurting yourself if you would let this, whatever was going on between you, Progress any further. So you pushed the feelings away.

And you had flown back to Shanghai again, this time together with Stewy. This time you hadn’t had sex with Kendall. Nonetheless it was a great time.

For Kendall it was difficult finding out about your boyfriend. He was moping around in Shanghai for a bit. Even Nate had noticed that his mood was often sour. He hadn’t really talked to him about why he was down but Nate had figured it out fairly easy. He had seen the way you two acted around each other and when Kendall told you about you seeing another man he pieced the parts together.

But today Kendall has some news for you as well. He’s waiting in a coffeeshop for you, when he sees the door open and you step in he smiles, giving a small wave. It’s raining outside and you comb a hand through your hair as you make your way over to his table.

”Hey, Kenny sorry I’m late. Work was a bitch today.“ you say thinking back about the fight between an artist and the girl having to look after him at a gig. He wanted some special brand of water that wasn’t available in the country and had to be imported, wich wasn’t possible in such short amount of time.

”It’s okay.“ Kendall tells you and you order a beverage. ”So what are the news?“ you tell him and he clears his throat. ”Actually I’ve met someone.“ he says finally and you can see that love sick look breaking out on his face. ”Oh, that’s amazing! What’s her name? Tell me everything!“ he gets a little shy then. ”Uh so her name is Rava.” He says and a smile spreads on his face. ”We’ve met in my masters course.“ he tells you further ”She’s amazing, really. She’s smart and kind and beautiful.“ he says while still smiling into his cup. ”That’s great Kendall! So is it official yet?“ you ask and he nods a little ”Yeah, I uh asked her to be my girlfriend yesterday.“ he tells you. You’re really happy for him, Kendall is a great guy and deserves someone who loves him. ”I thought you two could meet, soon? Stewy too.“ Kendall suggests and you nod ”I would love to, she sounds great.“

And so you soon find yourself in Kendall’s loft, for a dinner with his girlfriend. You meet Stewy outside, leaning against his car. You talk a bit while Stewy finishes his cigarette. You don’t see him as much as Kendall anymore and you miss him but you do see him sometimes and you call and text each other regularly.

Stewy flicks his cigarette to the ground and you two make your way inside.

You’re met with Kendall once the doors of the elevators open.

A woman steps out behind him. Kendall introduces you all to the brunette woman standing next to him. She smiles as she says ”It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot of you.“ and Stewy answers with a ”I hope only good things.“ wich is met with a snort of you ”About you? Yeah big chance.“ wich makes Rava and Kendall laugh.

The evening is really nice, Rava is really kind and you can see how much they like each other.

”Hey, Honey can you pass me the salt?“ Stewy asks with a hand on your shoulder. Without thinking anything of it you reach for the shaker. ”Wait, are you two..?“ Rava asks, you’re confused what she means for a moment before it dawns on you. ”Oh no, no he’s just a flirt.“ you grin while ruffling Stewys hair slightly. The dark haired man pushes your hand away with a glare that has no real feeling behind it. The nickname had appeared a few months ago, at a Waystar party where an older man wouldn’t stop flirting with you and Stewy came to your rescue, saying ”I’m sorry I’m late, honey.“ while his arm sneaked around your waist. Since then somehow the nickname has been established and even Kendall had started using it.

”Oh by the way“ Kendall starts to break the news to you and Stewy ”Shiv is dating Nate.“ you chuckle a bit ”Sofrelli? Wow, who would have thought.“

”Yeah… it’s kind of weird.“ Kendall says

”Let her have fun, Kenny. Nate is a good guy.“ Rava chuckles at your words ”That’s what I’ve told him too.“

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You enter the apartment, Rava meets you at the entrance "Hey, I’m so happy you could make it!“ she smiles at you and you hug her ”I’m so happy you invited me! And congrats Rava!“ you tell her and squeeze her a bit more. She asks if you want anything to drink but you decline before she walks with you towards the nursery. ”How is everything going? How is the life as a mom?“ you ask her ”Oh it’s great, Sophie made our life just perfect. She is amazing.“

The room is so cute, you have seen it before. You’re here to meet Sophie, you were so excited for them when they told you they were adopting a baby. You know that they’ve tried for some time to get pregnant but after a while they decided to adopt a child. And you support their decision 100%. You see Kendall sitting in an armchair, a small bundle wrapped in his arm. ”Oh my god.“ you say in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the baby. Kendall looks up at you when he hears you, "Hey, you.“ he smiles and you can just tell how happy he is about his new role as a dad. You know he was worried before, he had confined in you one evening, that he was afraid he was going to turn out like Logan, abusive both physically and mentally but you had assured him again and again that he wouldn’t, that he could learn from his father how not to be. You knew how much Kendall was able to love and you’ve only experienced his love as his friend, his daughter would be so loved.

You crouch down next to him and see the little girl looking up at you. ”Oh she’s perfect.“ you say and reach out one finger wich she takes into her tiny hand ”Hey Sophie.“ you coo. She really is the cutest thing ever. Rava stands in the doorway smiling, she walks over and takes Sophie from her husband to pass her into your arms. As you hold the little girl you do get emotional, even though you don’t want children of your own you are just really happy for your friends. ”Aren’t you the cutest little girl in the world?“ you say to her before looking back to her mother ”I’ve got you some things for her.“

Rava takes out the little bear you bought and smiles ”Oh that’s so cute, thank you!“

You spend the rest of the afternoon with them. Before you go you hug Kendall tightly ”Look at you being a dad!“ you smile and he laughs a little ”Yeah, who would’ve thought, right?“ you chuckle too thinking back to his party days and you squeeze his arm ”I’m so proud of you, Kenny.“

It’s crazy seeing Kendall with a baby. It feels like their wedding was just yesterday. The wedding was wonderful, even though the looming presence of Logan Roy was noticeable. Still the couple made the best of it. You danced with Kendall and Stewy just like you did in you college days and you even forced Roman to dance with you, wich he did after rolling his eyes and swearing he wouldn’t dance. Connor asked you to join him for a song wich you did, he had always been like a big brother to you. Of course you also spend time swaying softly with Cody.

You held a speech that the couple asked you to. Rava looked absolutely beautiful in her dress and Kendall looked so handsome. Shiv and Nate were glued to each others side absolutely infatuated with each other and you all joked that maybe the next wedding you would attend was theirs. Everytime you caught Kendall’s eye you got emotional, you were so happy for your best friend after all he had to deal with regarding his fucked up family he deserved someone who loved him so much.

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You sit in Sophie’s room and play with the toddler when Rava comes in and ask you if she can talk to you. Of course you say yes, she calls for Kendall who comes into the room too. ”Did something happen?“ you say slightly concerned before you see them smile at each other. ”We’re having another baby!“ Rava finally says and you break out into a huge smile ”Oh my god that’s amazing!“ you give both of them a hug before saying ”I didn’t knew you were looking for another child.“ and Kendall gives you a boyish grin ”We didn’t.“ and you furrow your brows before Rava says ”I’m pregnant!“ your jaw drops before you let out a squeal ”What? Congrats!“ you give the brunette woman another hug before turning to hug Kendall.

And when the little boy, Iverson, comes along, you visit Rava in the hospital. Kendall isn’t there, even though he rarely leaves the

And just like Sophie is Iverson is just as cute. You sit for an hour with Rava before Kendall comes back. You and her get along so good and you consider her a close friend.

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Years have passed since Iversons birth and a lot of things have changed. Kendall and yours friendship is not one of those things though. Rava and him are still married, even if you don’t know how happy they are anymore. You and Cody are also still together and happy even though he doesn’t really seem like he wants to settle down. Yes you live together but he has never once mentioned marriage or anything like it.

You get a call from Rava while sitting on the couch with Cody.

”Hey!“ you say and hear her sighing. You instantly know why she’s calling, it had happened more and more the last six months. ”Where?“ you just ask knowing she wants to ask you if you can pick Kendall up. You hold her she could always call, she has two children she needs to care for and didn’t always have time to go looking for her husband. Kendall’s drug use has become more the last half year. He always did coke but it has turned into an serious addiction. He wasn’t just using at party’s but now he was also doing it while working and after work. You were extremely worried about him and Rava was too. This had lead to a big fight between you and Stewy before, you knew they were still partying together and Stewy was doing coke with him. Stewy has his use more under control though so you urged him not take it with Kendall. You weren’t fond of Stewys coke habits either but Kendall worried you.

Rava trusted you and knew you wouldn’t talk to the tabloids so she often asked for your help when she wasn’t able to get Kendall home because she had to stay with her children and also because you could feel that it started to wear her thin. She couldn’t stand seeing him like that and you understood her.

You get into your car, driving yourself over to the Waystar building. You could have easily gone there with a driver but it felt better this way, more privacy, one less person to know about your best friends addiction.

You find your friend sitting on the ground of his office over some papers. You knock softly not wanting to scare him.

”Kenny, what are you doing here?“ he doesn’t answer so you make your way over to where he sits. Lowering yourself next to him you study him for a moment, he is high you can tell by his hectic antics. You weren’t sure if he was when you first found him here or if he was just doing overtime.

”What’s going on? You know you can talk to me, right?“ you try

”I’m fine.“ he sounds irritated and you wait a second before you speak up again

You give him a once over, he looks bad, the bag under his eyes are deeper than usual.

”Have you eaten today?“ you can’t help but worry about it, he often skipped meals saying he just forgets about them.

”Yeah, yeah.“ he shakes his hand in a dismissive way. The frown between your brows deepens.

”Ken, it’s okay to need help.“

He rolls his eyes ”Yeah but I don’t need help. I’m doing great.“

You huff a little breath. Kendall eyes you sceptically for a moment

”What?“

”Nothing.“ you’re not in the mood to argue right now

”No, no uh just say what you want to.“

You’re growing annoyed now.

”You’re high and sitting in the office at two am but yeah you’re definitely fine.“

He scoffs ”This is important. I have to finish this or the deal will be fucked. Fucked.“ he says and you know how much pressure Kendall has because of Waystar. He doesn’t mention the coke, he clearly done though.

”Yeah, well anyway I’ve come here to get you home to your family.“

”Nobody asked you to do that. You don’t have to be my fucking, uh, babysitter.“

”Fuck off, Kendall.“

He raises his eyebrows at you

”What’s up with you all? I’m just trying to be successful, you know I’ve wanted this my whole life.“

”Yes, Kendall we all just want to ruin your career. That’s why I get out of bed and look for you in the middle of the night instead of spending time with my boyfriend. That’s why your wife, who is at home caring for your children, is calling me worried about where her husband is.“ you are frustrated now and you can’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth. You stare at each other, silently, the tension is palpable. You feel bad for going off at him, you know he’s not in his right mind at the moment. So you cave, your face softens and you sigh ”Come on Kenny. Let’s go home.“ he’s still pissed you can tell, he doesn’t take the hand you hold out to help him up. But he does stand up and puts the papers onto his table, wich is a good sign for you. You close the door to his office after you.

This is the second time in the last to weeks that Rava asked you for help with getting a high Kendall home. After his last bender you’ve found him in some dingy club. It was dark and smoke laid heavy in the room, Kendall was sitting with some other rich men in the back. A guy at the bar whistled as you walked by. ”Party’s over.“ you announced as your arrived at the table and Kendall’s mood was completely different compared to today. He got up, seemingly happy to see you, wrapping an arm around you, talking your ear off as you exited the establishment.

The way down is silent, you can tell he’s still annoyed but you couldn’t care less.

He stays quiet in the car too, no more annoyed sighs and huffs of air. Before you bring him inside you hug him, after a few seconds of him staying tense he finally hugs you back. It’s enough for now, you know he didn’t meant the things he said.

Inside the apartment you’re met with Rava. You see her jaw tighten once she sees the state her husband is in. She puts a hand on his cheek for a second before she sends him off to go to bed.

”Thank you. I mean you shouldn’t have to do this but I can’t leave the kids alone and he’ll actually will let you take him home.“

You nod feeling the day catch up with you, you’re tired and you want to go home to Cody who’s awfully understanding with you and the Kendall situation.

”Rava, you don’t need to apologize. Of course I’ll help.“ the woman hugs you as a goodbye ”Still, thank you.“.

At home you fall into bed and cuddle close to Cody who is already fast asleep. He had asked you if he should drive you when you told him that you had to go get Kendall. But you declined, not knowing how Kendall would react. You slipping under the covers must have woken him up. ”Everything’s okay?“ you hear him mumble sleepily. ”Not really, but it’s okay.“ you tell him before pressing a kiss against his shoulder. ”Love you.“ he says and is asleep again before you can tell him you love him back. In the morning Kendall will act like nothing happened and you won’t bring it up either.

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4town4lyfe · 3 months

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feelings in the cabin chapter 3 - reflections in the tracks

clarifying things, this story is in imanis pov

my age 4 the band

jesse - 26

aaron z - 23

aaron t - 22

robaire - 21

imani - 21 (ignore the 22 in ch 1 LOL little mess there)

tae young - 18 ( he is also lack toes intallerants T-T)

Aaron Z is referred to as 'Z'

Aaron T is referred to as 'T'

i decided to just use t and z bc i was scared it would be confusing and i also got confused XD

SEVENTEEN is a kpop group and so is SHINee

spoiler translationnnn "por favor fale comigo" means please talk to me

i am definitely not finishing this b4 the end of the month LOL

ok plz read and leave comments k bye

After driving for a bit and accidentally getting Robaire and Z into SHINee and SEVENTEEN, we make it back to the cabin. I get out of the van first, followed by Robaire, then Z.

Robaire grabs the drinks that he talked about before, he must have bought them when me and Z were shopping. My mind suddenly reminds me of that flustering moment we shared, making me feel frustrated with myself. I'm in a loving relationship, I shouldn’t be feeling how I am about this.

But, wouldn’t anyone feel flustered if that happened to them? That’s my justification. As Robaire goes inside, assumingly to put the drinks away and hopefully tell the guys to come and help, me and Z grab our fair share of groceries before heading inside as Jesse opens the front door for us, only wearing a jacket, although I can’t scold him, this stuff is getting heavy.

Me and Z make our way to the kitchen to place the bags down as Taeyoung and T head outside, thankfully bundled up. The two of them, along with Jesse, come back inside with the rest of the groceries, joining us in the kitchen.

The six of us put everything away in the fridge, cupboards, and pantry. With all of us, it’s a fairly easy task, and we finish rather quickly. I grab the big bag of Doritos that I got for myself, and head to the living room as everyone else grabs their own snacks and follows suit. T stands in front of me, no snacks in hand.

I assume he wants some of my chips, but then I remember him telling me he wanted to talk before we left, and he looked oddly serious. “Imani, can you come here?” He asks, and I unflatteringly shove some chips in my mouth before getting up. He gently grabs my hand, leading me to our room.

“Ey! What are y’all ‘bout to do?” Robaire shouts out in a suggestive tone, making me shake my head.

“Just start the movie!” T responds back as we turn the corner to the hallway and disappear from their sight. He pushes our bedroom door open, letting me go in first before cutting the light on. I sit down on the bed as he shuts the door and he sits beside me, the radio I brought playing nonstop Christmas music saving us from an awkward silence.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” I tilt my head, turning to him with a slightly concerned expression.

He sighs, shaking his head. “I’m okay, but are you?” Okay… what’s going on?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” I ask, my voice laced with confusion as he grabs my hands, holding them in his own. “On the way here, when you came back from the gas station, you… were crying.” He reminds me.

Oh, that. “Uhm, yeah. Uh, it was just these two fans, they thought I was Robaire at first, they didn’t seem to like me much.” I half explain.

“What did they do?” He asks, concern etched on his face, making my heart melt. Gosh, I love him. “Uhhh..” I begin fiddling with his ring.

“They didn’t really do much. They were just kinda mean, and…” I stop, genuinely trying to recall, but then I remember the event, making me grimace, I don’t really want to bring it up to him.

“They… just said some mean stuff. You know I’m sensitive. They just wanted to see Robaire, that’s all.” I try to explain without saying too much, but he obviously knows that isn’t the full story.

“Meu amor. Por favor fale comigo.” He pleads, making me look away. He just had to switch to Portuguese, just to make me give up, but I won’t.

“I-I am! They just thought I was Robaire and they were a little upset that he wasn’t with me. Apparently I shouldn’t be in the band because I’m a girl.” I say with a chuckle, beginning to find it a bit amusing.

“And maybe they brought up what happened on my birthday for some reason.” I mutter under my breath, but he, with his super hearing, heard every word.

“They what?” He exclaims, letting my hands go to throw his hands in the air in annoyance. “It’s not a big deal. I was just feeling a bit emotional that day anyways. It’s in the past, babe.” I try to make him see that the memory doesn’t affect me anymore, although it does, in ways more than one.

“Imani, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?” He asks, referring to the non consensual kiss he received from our ex manager. I know it wasn’t his fault, he just naturally attracts people, it’s his silliness and charm. I know he loves me. I know that.

So why did it hurt so bad? I saw it with my own eyes, I saw her kiss him, and he pushed her away just as quick as everything went down.

“Yeah, I know.” I simply respond as he pulls me in for a tight hug. He gives the best hugs, he’s just the best. He pulls away, giving me a peck on the lips before we hear a knock on the door. We both stand up and walk to the door, it’s Z. His gaze goes to me, staring for a bit before looking at T.

“We’re watching Home Alone. Are yall okay?” He asks, his trademark stoic voice barely showing emotion, although we’ve known him long enough to know that he’s not some heartless robot, so don’t worry, he’s concerned, just on the inside.

“Yup, we were just talking.” T nods, his usual cheerful demeanor coming back, although a flicker of… something in his eye as he looks at Z, I can’t put my finger on it, doesn’t go unnoticed by me as the three of us walk back out to the living room.

I grab, well, snatch my chip bag from Robaire's hands, that little heckler stole my spot, before sitting down on the spot on the couch that Jesse was lounging on, pushing his legs away to make space, earning a glare from him. “Sorry grandpa!” I say with a grin, plopping down in the empty spot, before T sits to my left, and Z joins, sitting on my right.

Me and Z haven’t said much since the whole thing at the store, so it’s a tiny bit awkward at the moment. He leans back, crossing his arms, seeming intrigued by the classic movie we watch all the time each year, but lowkey, I am too. I catch him glancing at me every once in a while, so I assume he wants some chips.

“You want some?” I ask, tilting the bag toward him, but he turns his head to me, simply shaking his head no before turning back to watch the movie. “I want some, I want some!” T jokingly whines, and I happily tilt the bag in his direction, though I end up just leaving the bag between our legs, just in case he wants more.

“Man, I wish I was in that family.” We hear Taeyoung say, making us chuckle. “Why?” Jesse asks with a grin. “Just look at that house! All that food! I’d be like,” He makes a cute face, puppy eyes and all. “Omma! Can I please stay at cousin Kevin's house tonight?”

“Dude, we can make that here! We just have frozen stuff.” Robaire chimes in, making Taeyoung remember that we just majorly stocked up, and since they brought me along to shop, I may or may not have bought a bunch of junk.

“Oh. Em. Gee. You’re totally right!” Taeyoung practically jumps off the couch and heads to the kitchen, and I decide to come along with him, suddenly having a taste for that ice cream that Kevin is chowing down on. “Tae, look.” I bring him over to the freezer, opening it and showing him the multiple options of ice cream. I may have gotten a lot but, there are six of us, it’ll run out quickly. Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, mint chocolate chip, moose tracks, coffee, cherry, so many more. We have a big sized freezer, so it’ll be okay.

As he excitedly pulls out the moose tracks, I head over to a cupboard and grab chocolate sauce, caramel sauce, and mini marshmallows, setting them down on the counter. He brings the ice cream over and sets it beside our ingredients for sweetness galore. I grab two bowls, setting them down as Taeyoung gets a scooper and puts it down.

Jesse comes in, wanting to join in. He grabs the pista ice cream, making me grimace.

“Pista… I got that for you, by the way.” He's the only one who actually enjoys it. “Yep, thanks pookie.” He says, making me wheeze.

“Did you just call me pookie?” I clutch my stomach, trying not to laugh. “Yes I did. Everyone keeps saying it so I’m joining in.” He walks over to me and Taeyoung, grabbing another bowl and the scooper from the counter, giving himself two scoops and going to rinse the scooper off for us, putting it back down and getting a spoon.

“Bye, pookies!” He calls out before walking out. “Bye…” Me and Taeyoung say in unison, looking at each other and laughing. “I didn’t teach him that word!” Taeyoung exclaims, putting his hands up before scooping us up some moose tracks, two scoops each. I grab the chocolate sauce, being generous with it, a big helping for both as Taeyoung gives us caramel sauce, being equally generous.

I open up the bag of marshmallows, pouring them into our bowls, making our dreams complete. “Wow.” I step back, putting my hands on my hips and admiring our work.

“This is gonna be so good!” Taeyoung grabs two spoons, giving me the smaller one, aw, little bro knows me well.

We grab our bowls and walk back into the living room, sitting back down in our seats. I immediately slam down on my sweet treat, but also taking my time and savoring it. I can see Z side eyeing me as if he wouldn’t scarf this down, and he so would. Well, maybe not with all the extraness.

The movie goes on, the vanilla ice cream runs out very quickly. We get to the point of the movie where Kevin hears his mother, runs out and sees no one. Then, he finally gets to her. They hug, how cute. The moment just… makes me feel bittersweet.

Yeah, his mom seems a little harsh in the beginning, and even forgets him at home. Okay, this isn’t sounding too good. But, she tried to get home as soon as possible and was so happy that he was safe. She apologized too. For everything. She meant it.

She truly cares about her child.

“Oh my gosh, Imani! No way you’re crying at Home Alone!” I hear Jesse shout out, and I realize I’m full on sobbing. I quickly wipe my tears away, feeling a little embarrassed. I can hear everyone chuckling, well, all except Z.

“Ah, she will cry at every movie, cut her some slack!” Robaire says, hopefully knowing why I’m really crying. I feel a hand patting my back, the hand of Z. I look over at him with a small but grateful smile.

“Ha ha, yeah.” I try to play off as I don’t care as I stand up, getting Taeyoungs bowl with my own as he is now in the bathroom and will definitely be a while. I head to the kitchen, rinsing our bowls and putting them in the dishwasher, shutting it with a sigh.

It’s late now, not late enough for me to sleep but I’m not really feeling like staying up. I walk back into the living room to grab my bag of chips, and I notice that T and Z are gone. Robaire is on his phone and Jesse is somehow knocked out cold despite me being gone for like two minutes.

Maybe T is in our room… I head to the bedroom, pushing open the door and fully expecting to see him in bed or whatever, but he’s not there?

“Why didn’t Imani tell me?” I hear T… from Z's room?

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Twisted Love 4

Pairing: Clint Barton x Castle!Reader

Warnings: Death. Tragedy. Loss. Cheating. Spicy, let’s just say that. It’s gonna be spicy.

Oh yeah there’s Smut, like early on. I’m not even sorry.

In a dark world, the one thing you don’t want is to find out the one you trust, who you’d give your life up for, isn’t as faithful as you thought. When tragedy pulls my marriage apart, at the seams. Everything seems to just get worse from there. Only my husband isn’t going to let things go that easy, I find that out when he drags me back home. The only D we agree to, was till Death and that just might be the only thing left. But for who?

His brow connects suddenly, shaking his head. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Snorting, I roll my eyes. His hand shoots out, gripping my chin.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Sweets, unless I’m dick deep in you.”

“Don’t act like I’m that fucking stupid.” I bite at him.

He sighs loudly. “Never wanted anyone but you.” He dips his head, trailing soft brushes of his lips across my cheek to my jaw.

It’s childish, I know. But fuck him.

His lips move to brush across my own, instead I stick my tongue out. Licking him.

He stops moving, glaring at me. I can’t fight the smug smile forming on my lips.

His hand slips from my chin, resting against the wall beside me.

He flutters his eyes a moment before speaking. “I swear,” lifting my brow at him. “If you need to lick something, I’ve never objected before.” There’s a cocky smugness to his tone.

“No thanks, god knows who you’ve been in.” Rolling my eyes pushing his buttons. “Besides I bought a toy that does it better for me than you ever did.”

Smirking at the low growl somewhere deep in his chest. Clint never did like to be out done. It’s not the truth, but it’s what he deserves.

“Sweets,” he growls at me.

“Clinton.” I grind out between my teeth.

“Kitten?” Barney appears in the living room. Unphased by the situation he’s found us in. In the years of time it’s probably not the worse one he’s found his brother and sister in law in.

“What?” Clint and I snap at him.

Barney smirks. “Your stuff arrived.”

“Not now.” Clint warns his brother.

Immaturity at it’s finest. I reach forward, licking the side of Clint’s face. He jerks back, I slip through the opening he left.

“Y/N!” He yells after me.

“B I need mouth wash, or just straight tequila. God knows what’s on him.” I pat Barney on the chest as I pass by him. He chuckles, but it’s cut off quickly by only God knows what look Clint gave him.

T is standing in front of the boxes and bags that contain the main things of my apartment.

“Where is the small safe, little thumb print reader on it?” I look to him.

“What’s in it?” T smirks down at me.

Batting my eyes up at him. “Blackmail.” I smile.

He watches me for a moment before he opens a box and pulls it out.

“Besides if I wanted to kill him, I’d hire someone, not do it myself.” I roll my eyes. “My momma always said the widow is the first suspect. Cry at his funeral, have an alibi and cash the check six months after his death.” I shrug, taking the box he hands me.

“Like you would have to hire someone to kill him for you.” T chuckles. “Say the word to the right person and you know he’s good as gone.” I maul this over.

Shrugging, I turn to find Clint standing there.

“I always knew he would take your side.” He chuckles darkly.

Looking up at T, I smirk. “That’s why he knew where I was the last year.” I shrug, walking away.

“T’CHALLA!” Clint bellows.

“B, be a lamb and bring my things to the spare room.” A smug smirk as I pass him.

“Starting shit and you haven’t been home an hour.” Barney chuckles heading for my things.

With an airy sigh, I glance back at the three. “You dragged me home, like I would make this easy on any of you. Did you forget who I am?” With that I hold the book size safe above my head, wiggling slightly.

“What’s in the safe?” Clint looks at the two.

“No idea.”

“She said blackmail.” T replies nervously.

“Fuck.” Clint sighs.

With a laugh, I kick the bedroom door shut behind me.

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Stepping out of the bathroom, T is kicked back in my vanity chair, playing with bottles on the top. He’s reading over my face moisturizer, finally looking up at me.

“Any good?” His brow lifts.

Turning away I run my towel over my wet hair. “Look at me T, do you think I use wasteful products?” I glance back at him, lifting a brow at him.

He nods slowly, his hand flipping the cap open, squeezing a small amount on to his fingertips. Hanging the towel on the door, I move towards him and my vanity. Grabbing my hair serum as he works the moisturizer into his skin, looking in the mirror.

“You going to yell at me or just give me the cold shoulder?” He asks, side eyeing me in the mirror.

Shrugging my shoulder, working in another cream through the length of my hair.

“What would you prefer?”

“You to deck me so we can get past it.” He chuckles.

Sighing softly, I wipe my hands on a hand towel, folding it back together, resting it on the vanity. Nodding slowly, I shrug my shoulders.

“It’s fine.” Looking away from him, tightening the belt on my robe.

“Don’t,” he sighs.

“I get it. I really do.” I turn in circles. “Everything I thought I could believe, turns out to be a lie.” Playing on T’s feelings. He’d get over being punched, he’d laugh through getting yelled at, but he couldn’t stand feeling guilty towards me. It eats him alive.

“Y/N,” he huffs, dropping back in my chair.

“I thought my husband loved me.” I wave my hand, wandering around the room. “That’s a lie.” I snort. “Thought I would have this perfect little family.” Running a hand through my wet hair. “Clearly that was a lie.” I give him a tragic look. “Thought my best friend, would always have my back.” Pressing my lips together, shrugging. “Another lie.”

“Come on! That’s not how it was at all and you know that.” He groans. “You know I always have your back.”

He gives me a pointed look.

Swallowing hard, I drop my eyes.

“You knew why I was running.” I mutter, chewing the inside of my cheek.

“Since when do you run?” He scoffs. My eyes snap up at him.

He snorts in laughter, rolling his eyes at me. “I’ve seen you make grown men eat your gun, didn’t you make Danny what’s his face lick your boots?” He smirks.

My head tips slowly to the side. “What’s your point?”

“Why would your husband make you run?”

Floundering for a moment, I blink at him. “That’s entirely different, T.” I splutter at him.

“You sure? You don’t sound so convinced.” His brow lifts, smirking at me. Scoffing at him, in irritation. “So you what dragged me back here, so I’ll what, kill my husband’s mistress?” Shaking my head.

“If that makes you feel better.” He shrugs, getting up.

I glare after him as he moves towards my door. “I hate you.” Folding my arms over my chest. I huff.

He grins back at me. “Sure. Call your dad, he’s worried about you.” With that he leaves the room.

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