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i-am-the-ass-admiral · 3 years

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For A Laugh (Benny Miller x gn!reader)

Summary: It’s Benny’s first time at a gay bar and you ask him out the worst way possible; ~1.4k

Tags: humor, colloquial writing style, lust, teasing, flirting, implied bi!benny and reader, bad jokes (like terrible impeccable taste), alcohol consumption, excessive use of the word ‘baby’, soft benny, first date (sort of), au, meet-cute

Rating: Teen

Note: look i’ve never done this before, i just really really got stuck on this idea and i really liked benny. might not be your idea of him but god i think he’s a huge dork and a giant softie so here we are. wanted to throw a queer reader out there since you just don’t see them all that much and do something maybe a little off the wall? idk have fun, i think i’m hilarious XD

By some stroke of fate, you pick Benny up at a bar the first time you meet.

He’s not hard to spot in a crowd as tall as he is and you’re just buzzed enough that your eye keeps coming back to him as the night goes on. He slides from corner to corner with his shoulders slightly hunched and the proverbial tail between his legs, following two shorter men who obviously know what kind of bar they’ve walked in to. Benny though—you didn’t know his name at the time so you called him Baby in your head—darts around with a kind of deer-in-headlights expression. It’s cute.

And annoying.

At first, you roll your eyes at him. Great, another straight dude to hit on your friends and get mad when they say no.

Then you watch him a little longer.

You can’t help it, he’s pretty and looks more than a little lost and even from the end of the bar you can see how wide his tentative smile gets as he looks around. He likes what he sees; you’re just trying to figure out exactly what it is he’s liking. For a while Baby sits at a table with his friends. Holds a fruity cocktail between his knees almost as if he’s scared to be seen with it. Then after a couple drinks his smile gets wider and his voice gets loud. Boy’s boisterous—you can tell by the way he talks with his hands and throws his head back to laugh. He’s actually really fun to watch and it makes you smile. His buddies look almost out of place too until they get up to dance and—wow, talk about snake hips and floor sex, you haven’t seen anyone dance that good off the drag stage in ages. Baby stares at his empty drink for a bit, lost again, then heads to the bar. Not far from where you are, actually. Watching him walk with a couple drinks in him is a world of difference to how he first came in. There’s a swing in his broad shoulders, a confident cocky tilt to his head and you’re not sure if you want to punch him or if it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

Despite your better judgment, you’re leaning to the latter.

You make a bet with yourself as he pulls up at the bar—he got the fun drink to please his friends, he’ll order something boring now—and you’re pleasantly surprised to lose your own bet. Baby orders a whole-ass mai tai and looks overjoyed at the gigantic slice of pineapple and cherries garnishing the top. He turns to the stage. Avidly watches a few performers and even starts cheering. That’s when others folks start to take notice. A couple men make a pass and, wouldn’t you know it, Baby plays nice. Smiles and nods politely even though you can tell he’s not really into it. Not totally but it makes you think…

Maybe Baby’s a little bendy and not as straight as you thought.

At that point in the night, your friends are on their fifth dance, you’re on your third drink, and it’s getting way too loud in here for you. You were going to step out for a bit anyway—or so you tell yourself—so why not have some company? Who knows, you might get lucky. And if not, you’ll have an even better excuse to get some air and at least you can say you did it for laughs. Not that this is a casino but you’re feeling feisty. Might as well roll the dice. Baby looks like the kinda Midwest-flavored bite of beefcake that will either have great taste and love your stupid pickups or get scared and leave. Hopefully he’s not the kind to throw a punch.

You sidle up to the bar next to him. No doubt your outfit gets his attention first. It’s not risqué exactly but it’s got flavor, specifically your queer kind of flavor, and it draws the eye the way you wear it. You smile as you look him up and down, enjoying the red flush on his cheeks that trickles down under the collar of his fitted shirt. Wow, Baby is built. You ask the bartender for a couple drinks while part of your buzzing brain throws up red flags. Maybe you should try to land your mouth before it totally takes off but unfortunately for ground control your tongue is flying solo tonight. You get your drink. Pluck off the fruit, take a bite and shout over the music,

“Can I get your name or should I just get you a drink?”

As expected, Baby looks confused as hell but he pastes on a polite, if guarded, smile. “I wouldn’t mind a drink.”

Without missing a beat, you give him the second glass in your hand. There’s something about the way that guarded smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes that makes you want to do something stupid. You want to see him smile and laugh and even though you don’t have the slightest inkling about him, you want to know why such a handsome face would ever look so afraid.

So of course you ask, “How ‘bout a bet then? I make you laugh, you tell me your name?”

He makes a considering face and takes a long sip. “Bet.”

“What do you call the sexuality where you’re attracted to people by no one is attracted to you?”

“What?”

Very off key and with all the drama you can muster, you sing, “Allll Biiiii Myseeeelf.”

Baby snorts a laugh in his drink, which you didn’t expect, and a little warmth grows in your stomach. His faux smile is turning to a real grin. Albeit still a confused one but delighted all the same and he shoots back, “So that’s you, huh? By yourself?”

You wince theatrically and shake your head.

“Ouch, Baby’s got teeth! You got me.”

“Nah, what you get’s a name.” He holds out his hand and you groan internally at the length and breadth of it as you shake. “Benny.”

Just like that Baby becomes Benny and you’re absolutely smitten. You give him your name. Maybe your fingers linger. You want to get him another drink. You want to tell him another joke. Hell, you want to take him home and stuff him full of food in the morning. He giggles a bit and it’s endearing enough you decide to press your luck.

“How ‘bout this one? What’s the best N’Sync song?”

It’s not a fair question, dude might not have ever even heard a boy band in his life, so it takes you by surprise when he immediately pops back with a drawling version of, “It’s tearin’ up my heart when I’m with you?”

“Ooo, a little romantic! I see you!” you tease, pinching his thick bicep for just an instant. Because really, any longer than that and you’d melt.

Benny doesn’t pull away like you were waiting for him to do. Instead he ducks his head, more than booze burning his cheeks, and—ah, hell.

“That one is killer,” you admit, “but I was thinking of the one where they sing ‘Bye Bye Bye’ while we blow outta here for dinner?”

It’s a stupid line—one of the worst you’ve ever come up with—and it comes out more like a question than a joke. You throw back the rest of your drink to hide the look on Benny’s face but to your delight, he says,

“Wait, really?”

“Well yeah.” You lean against the bar next to him, trying and failing to be nonchalant and you shrug. “I’m hungry and even though you’re a Grade A snack I don’t think you’d appreciate me taking a bite. So how ‘bout dinner?”

Benny finishes his drink all at once. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he stands. You sigh to yourself—this is the part where he walks off and you go get dinner alone, you suppose. But then he grins, like really grins, and offers you his arm to hold and suddenly your knees are jello shots.

“I could go for a bite.”

So you go for dinner. Text your friends, of course. But mosey down the street for 12AM tacos and end up laughing with Benny, shoulder to shoulder on the curb until your friends call for a ride.

And even though you didn’t get to take him home and feed him in the morning, your phone still dings through your snooze with a message under Benny’s name that reads:

What did the barista say to his crush?

I like you a latte. :)

Coffee later?

The warmth in your stomach from the night before blooms again and you laugh into your pillow before you text back:

Love to!

#benny miller x reader #benny miller x gn!reader #benny miller x you #triple frontier #well here we are again

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unseelie-robynx · 3 years

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Assassin AU - Mei digs a little deeper

So here’s another small snippet from this Assassin Au i’ve been working on. Takes place a little after this incident with Red Son

Mei gets her hands on something that’s not hers and MK is not having the best day

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MK stretched his sore back. After his long day at work, he was looking forward to collapsing on his bed and doing absolutely nothing for a little while.

Which evidently wouldn’t be happening b/c as he finally managed to get the key into his little loft space and push the door open, his room – which should have been lit with the soft evening light – was unnaturally dark, with bright colored webs crisscrossing the space.

“Mei you shouldn’t have that.” MK said, dutifully removing his shoes and closing the door before he turned to look at his friend sprawled out across his bed.

“Awww, don’t be like that MK!” Mei whined, upside down as she swiped through the colored strands. “Aren’t you just a little bit curious about all this?”

“I…” MK was torn. Yes. He should be curious. Curious and excited and right next to Mei going through this new world that had been opened up to them. That was what MK would do. And he was MK so it’s what he should do.

But it was also something he wanted to keep far far away and never think about because it had nothing to do with MK and therefore shouldn’t be in MK’s life.

“It’s dangerous, Mei.” He eventually settled on. He was the Monkey Kid now. A Hero. And Hero’s were supposed to be responsible and stuff, right? So this still worked? “Plus, it belongs to Red Son, and he’ll probably be upset when he finds out you stole it. Again.”

“Ok, but we all saw my page, so it’s only fair that we see your page.” Mei smirked and, before MK could process what she’d said, had tapped the connecting line from her image to his and pulled up his glowing profile.

“Wait, Mei, NO!” MK lunged across the room, landing on his bed just as Mei twisted off and danced away.

“Dang MK, they are missing a lot of information, like, a TON.” She dodged another swipe as she flicked through the categories. “So unfair, there isn’t anything here about your crippling meatball addiction.” She tisked jokingly, “The people need to know.”

“Mei, seriously!” MK lunged again, almost slamming headfirst into his bookshelf in the small space, “We shouldn’t be messing with this!”

“And how come you don’t have any Contracts? I mean, I guess I am far more kick but than you are, but still.” Mei pouted completely ignoring MK. Until her face lit up as she noticed something else. “Ooo, MK, MK look, you’re linked directly to the Monkey King! I mean makes sense since you’re the Monkey Kid but still!!”

MK’s eyes bulged slightly as he shot forward again, pulling on his unnatural speed, and managed to grab Mei’s arm. She dropped the device, but not before she’d managed to tap the link. They both watched in minor awe as the entire room flooded with information on the Monkey King.

He practically had his own mini web. Contracts were layer and categorized and connected with their own glowing threads. Information was separated into facts and theories and legends and speculation all spread out and mixed in with the other threads. IN the center of it all was Sun Wukong, with that same self-assured grin that made MK’s chest ache in a way he hadn’t been able to ascribe a correct emotional response to yet.

“What’s that?” Mei asked, breaking MK out of his observations. She was pointing at an icon next to the Monkey King’s image. One they hadn’t see before. It sat right above the bright CONTRACT label, comparatively small and simple. What appeared to be a drawing of the famed cursed circlet, done in black and red with jagged edges.

MK’s blood ran cold and before he had even processed moving Red Son’s device was in his hand and the glowing web had vanished.

“I’m taking this back to Red.” Mk stated, ignoring Mei’s whines of protest.

He moved with a slightly jarring swiftness, the only thing he seemed able to get himself to focus on was getting all of this as far away from himself and his friends as he could.

He was stubbornly ignoring the pressure in the back of his mind.

#lmk #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #assassin AU

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shra-vasti · 3 years

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MAKES ME WONDER [12/40] The Music Show

→ Synopsis : Your dream to attend a Seventeen concert was finally coming true but you weren't prepared for the events that were going to follow after Joshua made eye contact with you and chose to make you his partner for the mini game and take you out on a date as a winning prize.

→ Genre : fluff

→ Type : Idol x fan au

→ Word count : 1k

→ Taglist : @mngyuheart @vannie24 @uglyratlmao @rjsmochii @dwcljh @noniesgirl @yuriewolfhard @jisungsdreamy @mischeifmakerliesmith5 (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist)

→ Pairing : idol!Joshua x fan!reader

→ Main Seventeen Masterlist

→ Makes Me Wonder Masterlist

"You've 20 minutes more then it's our turn to perform, get ready fast and gather backstage as fast as you can."

"Yes Hyung."

Most of the members are already set for the stage, dressed up and putting their mics on, Joshua was the first one who was done thinking it would be great to give you a surprise during the show.

He called you, not exactly knowing if you were free but he did wish you were and he heard your voice from the other side of the phone making him grin in excitement.

"You called? I am having a break from the class right now and I was so lonely and missing you, it's great that I could hear your voice, it's been days since I didn't."

He chuckled at your voice before he remembered why he had called in the first place.

"I'm having a performance at a music show right now."

"I already know that."

"Yeah but like please make sure you watch it."

"Why, do you have a surprise for me?"

"Of course and I'll call you after our performance and you will tell me how I did."

"Of course love, all the best, I know you'll do amazing and say fighting to other members from my side too."

"Alright, now the manager hyung is yelling at us I'm going on the stage, make sure you watch the performance."

He hung up the phone, running towards the backstage for their performance.

You opened your laptop when he hung up immediately going to the music show's YouTube channel where they were showing live performances and you brace yourself as the mcs introduced Seventeen and did their mini interview.

Your eyes landed on Joshua who was smiling while looking at the camera directly as if he was trying to have eye contact with you and a laugh escaped your lips, how cheesy could he get.

The performance of left and right started as so did your rapid heartbeat as you watched them perform. Joshua indeed kept having his eye contact with the camera whenever he appeared on the screen and when his part of the song came instead of the regular choreography he flashed his bracelet and kissed it before sending a wink in your direction or in reality in camera's direction.

You felt heat rush up your cheeks as your eyes landed on the identical bracelet adorning your hand and you brought it up to your face and kissed it gently.

Your phone rang once again and you picked it up without looking at the caller ID knowing all too well who it would be since the performance ended.

"How was the performance?"

"I loved it and I can't believe you're wearing the bracelet, I feel so touched."

"It was meant for you and only you and I did my best of the best since I knew you would be watching me, I really wanted to do something for you on camera so you could go back and rewatch it if you miss me too much."

"How caring…..but being near you would have been much more appreciated."

"I know, our promotions have ended and I have some free time from now on till we have our next comeback which I'm not telling you when it will be, I can talk to you whenever I want now."

"That's great, I'll look forward to that, now I've class so I'll go now I'll talk to you later."

You bid your goodbye and headed to your next class, running a bit since you got a little bit off track because of someone.

"Woah woah woah there Miss. Ultra speed."

You stopped when two hands grabbed your shoulder to prevent you from colliding with them and you looked up to see Aron, your friend smiling down at you.

"I'm sorry I'm a little bit late I'll see you around I guess."

Aron watched you run away, shaking his head he continued to go where he was about to.

"What's up with that smile on your face?"

"Just bumped into y/n, nothing else."

"Ooo lover boy."

He just shrugged off continuing his work as his friends kept teasing him.

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"Wonwoo-shi your new crop top seems to gain a lot of reactions from your fans, what do you think will be their reaction?"

"Ah, quite frankly I wasn't supposed to wear a crop top but Seungcheol Hyung said that I've worked hard on my body so I asked our stylist to make the original top to a crop top, I hope carats will like it, I'm a big shy about it though."

They were on their way to their waiting room when an interviewer stopped them to ask some questions.

"Joshua-shi, how do you think your performance went?"

"Oh I think we did well, I hope our lovely carats love the performance too."

He smiled waving at the camera with a bright smile as others nodded behind him agreeing.

"And we saw you made a change in choreography and kissed the mysterious bracelet in your hand, does it hold a special meaning to you? Is this a gift from your special someone?"

Joshua raised his eyebrows at the interviewer's question before shaking his head laughing.

"It's given by my best friend as a good luck charm, I can't really take it off and I wanted to appreciate them so I kissed it as a thankyou."

"Is your best friend a boy or a girl?"

Everyone tensed at the question, this media just wanted to create a spicy headline and ruin idols personal life and it pissed them off but Joshua shrugged.

"I would like to keep my best friend's identity a secret for privacy reasons."

He smiled and as if on cue Seungcheol greeted the viewers, cutting off the interviewer's from attacking them with a more troubled question.

"These interviewers really need to get a life."

Joshua screeched as he threw off his jacket on the couch and sat.

"Well it's technically their job to ruin our careers by being nosey in our personal life because that's basically what the netizens want."

Mingyu shrugged, putting his head on Wonwoo's lap.

"Let's just hope he doesn't twist and turn this situation into something scandalous."

Everyone nodded at Jeonghan's words, getting up to change their clothes and rest.

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snowdice · 4 years

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A Twist of Fate {Part 1} (Everything’s Fine Universe) [Dice Roll 13]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Remus & Janus & Patton

Characters: Janus, Patton, Remus

Summary: It wasn’t unheard of for people to gain soulmarks later in life, but it was quite rare. Usually fate was set in stone. Yet, when one’s fated death was prevented, fate had to make some adjustments.

As he fell, Patton may have felt a strange prickling feeling across his skin. He however, was not paying attention to that, far too distracted and confused. All he knew was that by the time he hit the ground, both of his hands were covered with marks. Later when he went home he’d notice even more in other places, but the ones he noticed when he hit the ground were the obvious ones on his hands.

Then, there was Janus. Janus had only one soulmark on his body. At least. He had only one soulmark that hadn’t been burnt off years ago. When he landed on top of Patton, he did not notice the marks that suddenly appeared on his arms and face. Patton did, however, notice two little designs appear on him: one along the side of his nose and the other right below the scaring on the left side of his face. The second was already colored in by the time they hit the ground.

Universe: Soulmate AU and Superhero AU

Genre: The Dice Roll said fluff and it is... but... it’s more fluff and angst, hurt/comfort-ish

Notes: Child abuse, homelessness, malnutrition, acid burns, platonic soulmates

“Found a 20-dollar bill!” Remus called. He was already on his belly halfway under a bush before Janus could move to stop him. Janus sighed. He guessed he was washing the boy’s clothes today. Again. Of course, $20 was probably worth the inconvenience. The nine-year-old wiggled and shimmied under the bush. “Got it!” he said.

“Good job,” Janus complimented. “Now come back out.”

“Now I’m stuck!” Remus informed him happily, giving a little wiggle.

“Why?” Janus groaned. He knelt down next to the still quite squirmy boy. “Stop kicking Remus,” he ordered. His feet stilled and Janus grabbed him by the ankles before yanking on him.

“Ouch!” Remus said, but Janus knew the difference between actually in pain Remus and being a whiny baby Remus and so he kept pulling.

“You.” He punctuated each word with a yank on his legs. “Knew. What. Would. Happen. When. You. Went. Under. There.”

Finally, on the last pull, Remus popped out of the bush. Janus fell backwards onto his butt. “Yeah, but I also knew you’d get me out and fall on your butt!” Remus said while sticking his tongue out.

Janus glared at the sky. “Why are you always such a gremlin?”

Remus giggled and climbed on top of Janus. He slapped the $20 bill down on his chest.

“The person who lost it was supposed to get bread and milk from the store for their dad,” Remus informed him. “When he lost it and couldn’t get the food, his dad said that he was a liar and probably spent it on something stupid. Then his dad hit him in the face and kicked him in the ribs.”

“I see,” Janus said evenly while internally wincing. It wasn’t the worst information to come pouring out of Remus’s mouth, but still. Ouch. He stroked the hair out of Remus’s face and got a gap-toothed smile in return. “Well, we’ll get some good use out of that money, huh?”

“Yeah!” Remus said. “We could get a cake! A whole cake!”

“I don’t know if a whole cake is the best financial decision,” Janus pointed out and got a wobbly lip in return. “But,” he smiled a bit, “we can buy a frosted cookie from the bakery when we get bread.”

“Yayyayyayyayyay!”

Janus gently pushed Remus off of him and he went rolling in a pile of giggles. “Come on Re,” he said, holding out a hand for him. Remus took it and swung their hands together between them. They walked towards the park entrance hand in hand.

Remus paused a couple of feet before the street. “Change now,” he instructed.

Janus did immediately. He stretched his body up about a foot and pulled it out a bit. He erased the burn marks littering the left side of his face and replaced them with a line of unmarred soulmarks framing the apple of his cheek. He carved a couple of age lines into his hands and around his eyes as well as a few more soulmarks on his wrist and hand. Remus adjusted his grip on the now slightly bigger hand without missing a step. Just as Janus finished the shift, a woman with a baby stroller turned the corner. Janus flashed her a smile and she continued past without a second glance.

He and Remus continued to walk until they were on the sidewalk outside of the park. Janus looked to Remus who was squinting into the air. A few seconds later, he pointed to the right. “Bad,” he said. Janus nodded and led him to the left.

The shift was already starting to put a strain on Janus, but he couldn’t let it go while on the street. Usually he could last longer, but he hadn’t gotten much to eat in the last week and had felt a bit dizzy even before forcing his body not only to shift, but to support a larger than natural form. He’d just have to deal. Remus would tell him if he was in danger of passing out anyway, and soon they’d be able to get some real food with the money they’d found today. There was $6.78 in addition to the $20 they’d just found, so they’d be set for a little while if they played their cards right.

Luckily, the bakery was only a couple of blocks from the park and they’d be able to buy some day-old bread for cheap to eat from there as well as the promised cookie to split.

Remus ripped himself away from Janus when they were a couple of feet from the bakery and slammed his little body through the door. He was up at the counter before Janus could get through the door.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!” he was saying, jumping up and down at the cash register.

Luckily the man just seemed amused rather than annoyed by Remus’s antics. “Hello Jimmy,” he said kindly.

“Hi!” Remus said one more time. “I get a cookie today!”

“Do you?” the man asked, amused.

“He does,” Janus confirmed. “He’s been impressively well behaved for once in his life.” Remus titled his head all the way back to stick his tongue out at him.

The man smiled at them softly. He’d never introduced himself in the time that Remus and Janus had been coming here, but he did have a nametag that read ‘Patton.’ Patton was here most days of the week. It was always him, a teenage girl, or the older woman who owned the place working. Janus and Remus agreed that he was the best option. He was always nice and never seemed to be annoyed with Remus (a feat even Janus sometimes struggled with). He’d even snuck them extra food sometimes which was always a nice surprise. “What’ll it be today?” he asked with a smile.

“Two loafs of day-old bread and whatever cookie Jimmy wants,” Janus said.

Patton nodded with a warm smile and moved to get their order. He was always so unflinchingly nice. They’d seen him interact with all sorts of people in the 6 months they’d lived in this neighborhood, and he was always kind to everyone almost… fatherly. Which was why his hands were always a surprise whenever Janus caught sight of them.

It was odd to see someone like him with unmarked hands. Janus’s own hands were unmarked (at least when he wasn’t shifted), but that made sense. Janus didn’t think he’d make a very good parent if he ever even had the opportunity. The one on his wrist for Remus was probably the closest he’d ever get and that was edging more into sibling territory. Yet, by the way Patton looked at Remus and all other children that came into the bakery (at least the children who looked like children), one would expect his hands to be riddled with marks. Chest unmarked? Sure, he just didn’t want to be all gross and kissy with someone. Face unmarked? His parents sucked or weren’t around like Remus’s. Arms? No siblings or sibling like relationships. But, hands? That was a surprise, at least for Patton. He just seemed like… someone who would want to be someone’s dad. He didn’t even have any anywhere near his hands from what Janus had observed. He had two already black ones on his cheeks, probably from his parents, and he almost had to have some friendship ones on his back, but Janus had yet to catch sight of any others.

“Which cookie do you want?” Patton asked.

“Ooo ooo, um,” Remus said. “Should I get the one with a smiley face or the one with the flowers?” he asked.

“Hmm,” Patton contemplated. “How about this. If you could pick any design to be on a cookie, what would it be?”

“Moggie!” Remus said without question. “Moggie’s my favorite!”

“Well, I was decorating a cake a bit ago and I have a bunch of different colored frosting already out and in piping bags so why don’t I go make you one with Moggie-Man on it?”

Remus gasped. “Really?!”

“Of course!” Patton said, eyes fond on an enthusiastic Remus. “Anything for one of my best customers.”

They were hardly his best customers. They consistently only bought the marked down items like the day-old bread that was only a dollar a loaf. Yet, Janus wasn’t going to argue when Remus was so incredibly excited, even if hand frosting a cookie would take longer and Janus was already a bit unsteady on his feet. Instead of ruining the fun, he sat down at one of the closer tables and took out the heal of the bread loaf. He technically hadn’t paid for it yet, but it’d be fine. He shoved it in his mouth, willing his body to accept the offering of carbs and remain upright.

Remus was bouncing up and down while squeaking as Patton went into the back and returned a moment later with bags of purple, black, and grey icing. Janus rolled his eyes even as he smiled through his mouthful of bread.

“Did you know Moggie once broke his collar bone fighting Speed Bullet when he was only 19?!” Remus gushed. “It was so cool! Speed Bullet was moving too fast and Moggie couldn’t teleport in time and he got thrown off a barn. He would have broken his neck and died if he hadn’t ended up in a big pile of hay.”

“O-oh,” Patton replied.

“The hay had cow poop in it!”

“How do you know he was 19?” Patton asked.

“Uh…” Remus said. The ‘oops’ was clear in his eyes, but he recovered easily. “I invented that part. I make things up sometimes.”

“Ah, well, that’s very creative,” Patton said as he finished up the cookie. He handed it over the counter to Remus who took it with a wide grin and proudly showed Janus the cartoon version of the superhero on it. It was really good, especially considering it was done in icing.

“Thank you,” Janus said, standing up and walking to the counter.

“Yes! Thank you, Mister Bakery Guy!”

“It was no trouble,” Patton replied. He was watching Remus with a grin.

Janus coughed, and he looked back up.

“Oh right!” he said. “$4.52.”

Janus handed over 3 of the dollar-bills they’d gotten earlier and counted out the rest in change.

“Thanks!” Patton said, taking the money. “Have a good day you two.”

“Bye,” said Janus. He shooed Remus out of the door and across the street into an alley. “Anything bad?” he asked when they got there. Remus looked up from his cookie for a moment and thought. He shook his head. Janus sighed and let himself shrink back to normal with a groan.

“You feel bad,” Remus informed him.

“Thanks for the info,” Janus replied. “Very helpful.”

Remus frowned at him and offered the cookie. “You can bite off Moggie’s head,” he offered.

Janus chuckled. “You go ahead and do that. I’ll eat his clavicle.”

“Good choice!” Remus said before taking a bite of the icing superhero’s head. When he offered the cookie to Janus again, Janus took a bite. Then, Remus took another bite. They finished the cookie off in that way.

“Okay,” Janus said. “We have about an hour to get groceries before the shop down the block closes, and then we’ll go home.” Home at the moment was a forgotten about shed in an old community garden a few streets away. Remus said they’d freeze to death in the winter if they tried to stay there, so they’d have to find somewhere else soon. The leaves were just starting to turn though, so they probably had enough time to figure something else out, but they did need to be working on it.

Janus pushed himself to his feet. The bread and half a cookie had helped, and the shifting this time only burnt a little bit. It would be even better once they had something with protein and fat after going to the grocery store. Janus took Remus’s hand again and they made their way to the shop.

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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Two times you knew where you were going and one time you didn’t

So that Matthew fic turned into a Matthew Tkachuk one (thanks @hockeyfutbolkpopyeah !). It just didn’t fit with Gryz when I started writing it, but I have a Gryz reqeuest it’s just 3:30 in the morning and I’m teaching in less than 7 hours so I should probably be going to sleep if I want to teach them the correct stuff. This is longish though, I hope you like it!

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“We need to plan a vacation. I’m tired of being stuck inside with nothing to do.” You throw your book that you’ve been staring blankly at to the other side of the room, it sliding across the floor before hitting the wall. “You’ve been going on trips all year while I’ve been here, working, like a boring normal person.” Your boyfriend, Matthew, was in the kitchen, not even thirty feet away, making you dinner while you were ninety percent sure he either wasn’t listening to you, or couldn’t hear you. “Can we take a road trip? Like, go all cliche college girls with the snacks, the playlists, the Airbnbs around the country?”

“Well,” he puts down the knife from whatever he was chopping up, “Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know” you shrug, walking to the kitchen. He turns to you, putting his hand on his hip, one eyebrow raised, giving you a look that says, ‘really?’ “You look ridiculous with your hand on your hip.” You can’t help but laugh as you try to move his hand off.

He snaps it away, a smile growing on his face as a laugh leaves his lips. “What do you mean you don’t know? You’re the one who brought it up.”

“Oooh!” you say, draping your arms around on his shoulders while he pulls you in by the waist, “I saw this thing on Pinterest where -”

“No, not Pinterest.” Matthew groans.

“Yes, Pinterest, shut up,” you snap. You were female who loved aesthetic, how could you not be on Pinterest all the time? “But I saw this couple was trying to decide on their next vacation destination, kind of like you and me, and they got this map and threw a dart at it, and they just went where the dart landed.”

He stares at you for a moment, brow scrunched as he’s thinking. Either that or he’s questioning what other crazy ideas you can think of and why he’s with you in the first place. He’s said stuff like that before, sarcastically, of course, so you wouldn’t be shocked if this was one of those moments. “That might not be the worst idea. Then we don’t have to deal with your constant, ‘I don’t know’ stuff.”

“So, let’s get a map?”

The map and darts came in two days later to your apartment. As you hung up the map on the wall, Matthew started, “Aren’t we going to put wholes in the wall if we throw darts at it?”

“Yeah, and? You paid the security deposit, not me,” you joke.

“Oh, shut up.”

You stand back, dart in hand, “Who’s throwing, you or me?”

“You can’t aim for shit.”

“Ok, Mr. Ten-Goal-Season.”

“The season just started! Ten goals is good!” he defends himself, his cheeks turning red.

“Can I throw it?” you beg, giving him the puppy dogs eyes that get him to say yes to you always.

“We’re gonna end up in the fucking ocean,” he mutters as both of you stand back for you to throw the dart.

“If it lands in the ocean then you better learn how to swim because this is the determining dart,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly, winding up to throw. You chuck it, just praying that it sticks so Matthew will shut up about your inability to throw things.

“And we’re staying on land!” he yells, running to the map.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to New Orleans!”

One

The entire drive was spent with you and Matthew switching off driving every six-ish hours, six shifts total, three shifts each, playfully criticizing each other’s driving at least four times per shift. The only time you stopped was for food, the bathroom, or to switch drivers. The two of you sang off-key to every song for hours on end.

“Babe, where are we even staying?” he asks you. You had programmed the address into your phone for the Airbnb, but you guess you forget to show Matthew where it was.

“We’re staying in the French Quarter: we get the entire villa, there’s Wifi, parking, a kitchen, only one bed.” He gives you a quick glance as you do that annoying flirty eyebrow wiggle that makes him laugh every time.

“Ooo, you should have told me about the one-bed thing before. That seems like a real deal-breaker for this trip. I think we have to turn around and go home.”

“Oh, shush, you know you love me,” you tease.

“Well, duh. You think I would put up with your crap if I didn’t?” That stupid smile that makes you melt shows up on his face. “I think we’re here?”

“We are!” You leap out of the car, leaving Matthew to get the bags while you follow the directions the host left you to get the key. You burst through the door, Matthew following suit, “J’adore!”

“You know that just means ‘I love,’ right?”

You turn to him, shocked, “You know French?”

“Vous seriez surpris de ce que je sais.” He winks, pushing past you to go explore the rest of the villa.

“What did you say?” you yell to him, trying to find where he went.

“You’d be surprised what I know.”

You follow his voice and find him in the bedroom. “And what do you know?” you ask him, leaning against the doorway.

“Well, I know that we both want to go explore New Orleans, but we’re both too tired right now.”

“Well, yeah.”

“But,” he starts again, “I also know that there is at least one activity we aren’t too tired for.” He walks up to you, putting his hands on your waist, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

His lips ghost yours, you doing everything you can to let the teasing last a little longer, “What’s that?” He knows how much you love this.

“This,” he lets out, lifting you up and kissing you, you wrapping your legs around his waist as he stumbles to the bed. He throws you down, climbing over you, starting to tug at your shirt as he leaves a trail of kisses from your jaw down to your collar bone.

The two of you spend the rest of the night in bed, going to sleep more exhausted than you were when you got there.

The next morning, Matthew wakes you up by starting to jump on the bed. “It’s early, we need coffee, and we need to start exploring!” he yells like a toddler, jumping off the bed, landing so hard on the ground you were sure he broke something.

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Yes, but I’ll be less annoying once we go to Cafe du Monde, which I know your mother loves, and you two have the same taste, so I’m like ninety percent sure that you will love it, too. Plus you said you wanted to go there, so might as well do it first so we can get caffeine and energy!” he practically yells from the bathroom.

“You don’t need any more energy!” you yell back. He could go from being a child to being how he was last night in 0.2 seconds. You really did love this boy, despite the pest that he always was.

You get up out of bed and try to get ready with Matthew practically on top of you, forcing you to get ready fast while he hands you dry cereal to eat so you’re not as cranky when you have to interact with more people. You put on olive green floral shorts, a plain white top, and some sandals, and try to find your bag in the mess that Matthew made of your stuff trying to unpack at some point last night.

“Are we driving or walking?” he asks, turning around to face you as you meet him by the door, “Fuck,” he whispers, “If I didn’t want to explore the city so bad, I’d want to explore you right now.”

You throw your head back, letting out a cackle that would cause any other guy to break up with you. “That was disgusting,” you say, taking his hand, “and let’s walk. Decatur Street is like ten minutes away, and it’s gorgeous out.”

“Not as gorgeous as you, though,” he flirts, trying to keep his corniness going.

“Shut up,” you say, not hiding the smile on your face.

The two of you leave, ready to explore New Orleans in the summer heat, walking in the morning to the world-famous cafe. Your parents had gone to New Orleans a year before you were born, and your mom bought a Cafe du Mondo mug that she still uses all these years later, faded, chipped, and probably going to fall apart if she even looks at it the wrong way.

“We have to get her a new mug. The next time she sees us, we will definitely be bumped up on the ‘favorite children list.’” You start rambling and walking just a little faster, doing a little skip on the sidewalk as he tries to keep up with your pulling him towards the cafe.

“Am I one of her children?” he asks.

“She probably loves you more than I do, God only knows why,” you tell him, rolling your eyes, him knowing that it’s probably true.

“Well, I am pretty great,” he says, kissing your cheek as you approach the cafe.

“Wow.” You admire the already busy cafe, the people sitting outside under the green and white awning, laughing, smiling, reading, eating, drinking. “Can I be annoying?”

“You need permission?”

“Can I get a picture of you in front of the cafe? Please?” you beg him, taking out your phone. “You know how much my mom would flip if she knew we came to her favorite place in the world?”

“Why don’t we get someone to take a picture of the two of us? Excuse me?” he stops a stranger walking by, “Would you mind taking some pictures of me and my beautiful girlfriend? It’s for her mother.”

He hands the person his phone, pulling you towards him. He stands behind you, his arms wrapped around you, kissing your cheek as you can’t help but blush and smile by how loving he was being. The stranger hands back his phone, you two thanking them profusely as you go to get into the long line and figure out what you want for your breakfast.

“So do we want to be cliche and get what they’re famous for, or do you want to get something else?” you ask him. “The beignets are to die for and my mother has never shut up about how she’ll never have anything as good as them, so we kind of have to get those. And then the cafe au lait is supposed to be great and I think you would love that, but I need black coffee, so I might just steal a sip of yours?” you spit out at him as you get closer to the front of the line.

“I have no clue what you just said. You’re ordering for us and I’m trusting you this time.”

“Ooo, that’s dangerous, isn’t it?” you tease him, getting up to the front of the line. You order the beignets and coffees, stepping off to the side since all the tables were full. If you had to walk and eat, you didn’t really care. You got to be with Matthew, your probably crappy aim bringing you into what was quickly becoming one of your favorite places on this planet, even though it had only been about an hour.

You get your beignets, taking a bite as you walk around and explore more of the area. “Holy, fuck,” you say, mouth full, “this is amazing. I want to marry this beignet.”

“That’s going to be pretty hard if you eat it.”

“I want to marry the person who made this beignet.”

“As your boyfriend, should I be offended by this?”

“You have competition. Become a beignet boy and I’ll reconsider.”

He throws his head back, laughing. “Where to next?”

Two

You spent the rest of the day exploring the French Quarter, roaming aimlessly, getting strangers to take pictures of you everywhere you went. Every photo you took was your new favorite.

“Let’s go to the French Market tomorrow,” you tell Matthew, settling into bed. You two were exhausted; way too exhausted to do anything else. The two of you had walked like twenty miles during the day. You actually probably didn’t but it felt like it. The sun had drained you, giving Matthew a little pink on his cheeks, you knowing to reapply sunscreen enough times that you were fine.

“Sure,” Matthew mumbles, falling asleep.

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“Three centuries of history, six blocks of shopping?” you exclaim as you get to the French Market. You had been googling the history of the market the entire Uber ride over, talking Matthew’s ear off about it, him pretending to listen because he really doesn’t care as much about history as you do. You were excited for another day of walking. If you weren’t here, you would probably be just sitting on the couch, reading, watching Netflix, and complaining to Matthew about how you were bored.

“So, do we want to do food or shopping first?”

“Shopping we need to work up an appetite,” you tell him, dragging him into the market. You wanted to walk all the way through first, pass each place, then go into the stores on the way back to the entrance when it was time to leave. You pointed out so many places that you wanted to go into; Evan’s Creole Candy Factory, Head to Toe, Pop Shop, Cella’s Boutique, Matthew only really caring about the first one, but he came with you because he knew you wanted him to.

“Sports!” he yells, trying to drag you to the only sports-themed shop in the market: N’Awlin’s Sports. He starts running towards the store, faster than a kid running to a candy store, both of you almost dropping the bags of stuff you had purchased in the meantime.

As soon as the two of you enter the store, he stops, takes in a breath, and says, “I love you, but if you can marry beignet’s, I’m marrying sports.”

“You’re already married to sports, babe,” you say, smiling because of how happy he was. You knew that you were dragging him around. But every time you looked at him with a smile, one grew on his face, too. He loved seeing you happy, and you loved seeing him happy.

“I don’t see any hockey stuff.”

“There’s no hockey in Louisiana. The closest team is probably Dallas?” you guess.

“That’s dumb.” He just stands there, looking a little defeated because his beloved sport wasn’t represented in the store.

“Let’s go outside, I’m sure we can find something you like to look at,” you say, pulling him out of the store.

“I like to look at you.”

“Gross,” you laugh, “Let’s have someone take our picture like we did yesterday!”

Doing the same thing as he did outside Cafe du Monde, Matthew convinced a stranger to take your picture. This time, he insisted on hugging you, kissing your cheek while you looked into the camera, beaming. You both loved the photos from yesterday, especially the cute lovey ones, so why not take some more?

Plus one

“I’m stuffed,” you say, trying to stretch out as much as you can in the chair of the restaurant without risking hitting another patron or a waiter.

“You picked a good place,” Matthew admits, raising his glass to you to finish the last bit of his drink. This was the only place you had been today; after the last two days of running around and exploring, you two had just decided to take a lazy day. When you realized it was dinner time and the only food you had was snack food, you knew you had to go out for dinner.

“I’m marrying the chef,” you say.

“No, I am,” he spits back.

“Guess we both are.” You shrug, finishing the last bit of your drink as the waiter comes back with Matthew’s debit card.

“Ready to go?” He stands up, reaching out for your hand to lead you out of the restaurant.

“Sure, where?”

“Oh, you’ll see.”

“You don’t know this city well enough for me to trust you when you say that.”

“Will ya just shush and trust me?” A smile sneaks onto his lips as he leads you down the road.

“Where are we?”

“The Moonwalk.” The two of you start walking down a long path, overlooking the Mississippi. It was gorgeous, buzzing with people, lit up by the street lights and the shine of the nearly full moon overhead. There was something magical about it, you had never seen anything like it.

“And to think, we came here because of a dart.” You approach some musicians playing a song you swore you knew, couples dancing to the slow beat. Matthew took you by the waist, you draping your arms around his neck as you followed the rest of the couples.

“Never thought I would say thank god for a dart,” he says in a low voice. “I love you.”

The music stops, and so does the dancing. Everyone around you claps as they start to play a faster song.

“Let’s get our picture in front of the river,” he suggests, motioning for you to give him your phone.

He flags a couple down, handing them your phone, taking a minute as it looks like he handed something else to them before coming back.

“Everything ok?” you ask.

“Couldn’t be better,” he says, beaming, putting his arm around you.

The two of you smile as they take your pictures on what you’re pretty sure is also Matthew’s phone. You start to head towards them to get your phones back when Matthew pulls you back.

“Wait, wait, not yet.”

“What’s up?”

Before you know it, he was getting down on one knee.

“No way,” you say has he takes your hand in his, a small box in the other.

“I had a plan to ask you this before you suggested the road trip, and honestly, it was me throwing the ring at you because that kind of fits our personalities. But this I think is much better. I want to be the beignet boy, I want to be your mom’s favorite child, I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. Y/N, will you marry me?”

You’re a mess, crying and thanking yourself for wearing waterproof makeup today. Even if he had proposed to you with his original idea, you would have said the same thing. “Yes. Yes of course!”

He slides the ring on your finger, everyone around you cheering and clapping, the musicians playing a new song. He kisses you, lifting you up at your waist, your leg popping like Mia in the Princess Diaries.

All of this because of a dart.

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the-reverse-mermaid · 4 years

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so admittedly i have a LOT of projects going on but I'm so pumped about writing mer!peter! idk where to start though! I want to do the trope justice! Can you, oh queen of all things mer, share any of your favorite headcanons/concepts/general ideas or opinions about merfolk and mer!Peter? :D ilysm btw -kaleb

ooo ho ho ho hoooo

obviously my Mer!Peter started human and became a mer by magic on accident but there are SO many options that it was hard to nail down the story beyond that- i am DYINg to see what you will end up with because you’re an amazing writer and i’m just so happy you want to do this ;-;

Other possibilities:

-COmPLETE au where Tony is a captain of a pirate ship and it’s a world where things like dragons and wizards and mermaids exist, so merPeter has the same story as canon Peter (raised by mer! May and Ben) but he becomes friends with Tony either privately or with the whole crew. If it’s privately, maybe he’s keeping Peter secret because he worries about his crew making fun of his softness or else taking advantage of Peter. They could hang out at night when Tony is on watch and Peter just swims by the ship and they talk. Perhaps that’s how they met and they just kept up the tradition and slowly became important to each other. OR- maybe the crew is the Avengers and they are a sort-of vigilante-type boat that travels around helping people and Peter joins their ranks from the ocean by scouting or spying for them.

-AU with Mer!Peter as a natural born mer (still raised by mer! May and Ben), but the world is modern day New York. Set the scene with Tony living at his Malibu place, like before the Avengers so he’s pretty rough around the edges still. And sort of a similar set-up: he lives by the ocean so meets Peter either just on the beach (maybe Peter washes up, hurt?) or out boating (maybe Tony has an accident and Peter pulls him to shore?). With this timing Peter is a smol bean, around 11 or 12, right? So they get to know each other over a few years with secret visits (Peter isn’t supposed to talk to humans). Maybe one day Peter just stops showing up and Tony gets concerned about it, then sees on the news that a mermaid has been discovered and it’s his little friend (oh no!!)

-I threw a line in about this option last chapter as a sort of joke but consider: the MCU as it is... except Peter IS bitten by a radioactive FISH. (Don’t ask me how that happens lol. maybe Oscorp dumps failed projects as ocean pollution or something). It would be especially precious in this if Peter were afraid of water and swimming beforehand, tries it with his friends ONE time on a group outing to the beach and gets bitten by something... then gets sick and wakes up with the ability to turn into a merperson. Involuntarily, every time he is splashed with water. The way he meets Tony (since I doubt the Avengers need a mermaid recruit... let’s just say it) could be that he is an actual intern who’s developed a fond relationship with the boss himself except that Tony notices Peter’s behavior change and wonders about it. And then his wondering is answered when Peter is helping with something involving water, gets splashed, panics, then morphs into a merman before his eyes.

-AU where both of them are mers? Oh! Oh! It could be this: Tony, in his rough-around-the-edges stage, is drunk driving and accidentally swerves off a cliff into the ocean, at which point he becomes a merman (similar origin to my Mer!Peter). When he wakes up, he panics obviously and has no idea how to use his tail but sees a little natural-born mer watching him (Peter) and this kid tries to help, but Tony is rude and kind of an a-hole at first because he’s in mourning of his life that has changed all of a sudden to something he didn’t ask for. Yo.........I’m imagining like a “Brother Bear” situation here. This could go places.

-Au where both of them are NATURAL born mers- not sure where to go with that. People will hate me but... Perhaps May dies (sorry) and Tony takes guardianship over Peter while they are mers but Peter is depressed by all his loss so Tony decides to take them and start a new life on land with a mermaid power that neither of them have used before where they can grow legs when dry (fine, it’s a Mako Mermaids au, ok, sue me). And the story is set some time after they are integrated and trying to live their half mer-half human lives.

-Or the same set up as above (both natural born mers) and it’s like the whole mcu set underwater with no mention of the surface (enhanced characters being enhanced mers). But eh, i don’t see the fun in that tbh. make the fins a FOCUS i say. Unless you’re doing a one-shot and have a specific scene in mind that would be interesting re-done with the filter of this AU, such as the Tony-recruiting-Peter scene.

....So there are some ideas that have floated through my brain at some point but I’m sure there are more I can’t remember and more to come because i love this OBVIOUSLY. As for other concepts, I just love Peter having a mer!form that mirrors his spider suit colors. I love the idea of him trying to live as a half-mer and Tony worrying that he’ll be exposed at any time. I love merpeople in pretty much every single sense- pretty or scary, scarce or civilized, known or myths. The whole concept of them is a canvas for your imagination. And you weren’t asking but I love the possibilities of PeterMJ with a mer!Peter filter.

hope that helps :)

#this was a very good cleanse of my palate thank you sir

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botherkupo · 4 years

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@smellerbeee I was really stumped on this prompt and ended up going an AU route. (And then it just grew from there and became multichapter. Oops.) Anyway, I hope you like it.

6: Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

Summary: He was a god of chaos and destruction. She was a princess whose kingdom had been prophesied to fall. To save her people, she would become his wife. [AU]

AO3

Marinette had read stories about maidens who were sacrificed to appease the gods. She had just never expected that one day she would choose to become that sacrifice, nor that it would mean marriage to a god whose name she could never know.

Names had power. If he told her his, she would be able to control him. No god would willingly let a human do that.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her, looking like an angel and demon in one with his unearthly beauty and sharp, dangerous claws. "You will never be able to return. Never see your friends and family again."

"Will it save my kingdom?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Then I will."

So he snatched her away from the land of mortals and took her to a place where death and magic was tasted in every breath. No one attended their marriage except the god who officiated—a terrifying being with eyes cold as ice. Just being near him felt like sharp scissors grazing her life thread. That god did not smile once.

The ceremony itself was a perfunctory affair. No decorations, no special dress. Her husband-to-be wore the same dark cloak of shadows as he had when he'd met her, and the ring he placed on her finger was black as night and chilled her skin. She supposed it a fitting wedding ring from a god of chaos and destruction.

"You may kiss to seal your vows."

He stepped closer until he towered over her. She'd expected his proximity to feel cold like the other god, but he was as warm as any human.

Their eyes met. Her heartbeat quickened into a fumbling rhythm in her chest. He had such green, green eyes. They were brighter than jade and made her think of summer grass. That was a relief. It would be so much harder to be with him if she had to look into soulless chips of stone.

"May I?" he asked.

She might have laughed had it been any other occasion. A god asking permission? Unheard of. As it was, she had to struggle with the sudden anxiety and doubt that scratched at her chest. She had agreed to this deal. There was no way to rescind that now. She knew that. Just like she knew that she could not turn her back on her kingdom, her people. It was just … a part of her still cherished dreams about the man of her fantasies—sweet, gentle and kind. Certainly no tail, cat ears, or claws. They'd have three kids together, though first they'd fall madly in love …

That dream was shattering before her eyes and being crushed underfoot.

"Speak, mortal," the officiator prompted. Or more like ordered with all the lashing of a whip.

She jumped and looked once more into those summer-green eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "You may."

Gracefully, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Her breath caught. The kiss only lasted a second, yet it was as if he had brushed against her soul, stirring scattered pieces of something deep and half-forgotten.

He pulled back, his brow creasing as he met her gaze.

Had he felt it too?

"It is done," the officiator declared.

A warm hand closed around hers. "Come," her husband said. (For, yes, that was the correct term for him now.) "I'll take you home."

oOo

The palace was vast and shaped into a mountain shrouded in mist. Cold. Dark. Silent. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears. Every step echoed.

"Is anyone else here?" she asked.

"Just us."

She swallowed. "Oh."

"Does that bother you?"

"Would it make a difference?"

Something shifted in his gaze and he averted his face. "This way. I'll show you to your room."

oOo

Her stomach wouldn't stop churning. The bed was right there, large enough to fit six people and draped with velvet. It was her wedding night. She knew what was supposed to happen. But her husband had not approached or said anything about it.

Did he expect her to make the first move? Shed her clothes like a gift unwrapped just for him?

She couldn't. Wouldn't.

But he was a god. He was a god, and she had promised herself to him to spare her kingdom from destruction. Consummating their marriage was just part of the deal.

Shakily, she reached for the ties at the back of her dress. The thick fabric slipped down her shoulders, baring her thin petticoat. His eyes widened and he stepped forward and caught the sleeves of her dress before they could slip further and expose anymore of her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Heat spilled over her cheeks. "I … I thought you …"

"My wife." His hands were warm on her skin as he gently pulled her dress back up. "That won't be necessary. The kiss we shared was consummation enough."

"Oh."

Her hammering heart steadied in its rhythm. Phew. That was one fear settled.

Wait.

Her head tilted and she looked him up and down. "Do you … not do that then? Though I guess you're immortal and I actually don't know how gods are born …" A new thought came to her and her eyes bugged like a wide-eyed child. "Wait, can you even?"

Maybe he didn't have all the necessary, ahem, parts.

Spots of pink formed on his cheeks. "Er, no I can."

"Oh."

Was it her then? Did he just not want to be with a human, despite the fact he'd married her? That was weirdly hurtful.

Perhaps her thoughts showed on her expression, as he gently cupped her face with his hand, guiding her head up so he could hold her gaze. "You are a brave woman, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I respect you for the sacrifice you have made. But we do not love each other. There is no need to force ourselves just to satisfy a tradition that holds no relevance here."

Her mouth formed a small O of surprise.

He smiled softly and brushed his thumb against her cheek in a small, reassuring caress. Then he bid her goodnight and left her alone in the room.

#miraculous ladybug #kiss prompts #adrienette #god au #romance #drama #my writing

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justcallmenikki7 · 5 years

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BTS Reaction To: You Being Hit On At The Club(Mafia!Au)

Summary: you get hit on at the club, only to be saved by your boyfriend.

Warning: mentions of smut, mafia related stuff, threats, creeps trying to hit on you, mentions of killing

Request: Annon said- Any request open? I’m new to this blog so if they aren’t then just ignore this. Mafia!BTS reaction to you being hit on at a club or smth

Note: I’ve been having terrible writers block lately, so I’ve been obviously slow at updating. Plus, so much is going on right now, making it hard to update and have time to write.

Hyung Line

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Jin:

You were sat silently on the bars stool, waiting for your boyfriend to finish his drug deal. He has been gone for more than twenty minutes, making you bored and lonely. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, leaning your head against your palm as you continued to stir your drink.

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be sitting all alone,” a drunk voice commented from beside you.

Looking up, you saw a man that looked like he had too much to drink. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend to come back from the bathroom.” Was your first reaction, “And he wouldn’t be too happy to see you talking to me.” Because it’s true, Jin hates coming to clubs that were filled with hormonal, disrespectful men that cannot seem to understand when a person says no or get the meaning of leaving them be.

“What boyfriend? He doesn’t seem to care that he left a pretty girl all alone. Let me show you how a man is supposed to treat their lady.” The guy said, going to grab your arm, only to be stopped by a familiar hand.

“The ‘pretty girl’ already said no, so back off.” Jin’s voice demanded, “or else there will be a problem.” Jin threatened, showing his gun to the man.

Paling at the sight of the gun, the man nodded before scurrying off as quickly as he could away from your boyfriend.

“That’s what i thought, prick.” Jin muttered under his breath. Turning towards you, he brought you into his arms, breathing in your scent to calm himself down.

Yoongi:

You and your boyfriend were on the dance floor of the club, grinding against each other to the beat of the music. Yoongi’s hands were on your waist possessively, keeping your body close to him. His face was hidden in your neck, leaving kisses on it, along with leaving hickeys in some places.

As the song ended, you and Yoongi made your way back to your booth, both turned on greatly. What irritated you the most was how bad you had to pee, interfering with just leaving to head to the car so you and your boyfriend can pick up with where you left off.

Before you could leave, Yoongi brought you in close to him to whisper in your ear. “Hurry back, Princess, don’t leave me waiting to long or you’ll get punished.” He smirked, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

Flustered, you ran to the bathroom, quickly doing your business so you can get back to your boyfriend. As you were leaving, a man blocked you from getting passed him.

“I saw you on the dance floor, you know how to move your hips.” The man said, going to touch your face.

“Don’t touch me.” You demanded, “please move so i can get back to my boyfriend.”

“Don’t know why you’re with someone like him. He isn’t manly enough for a girl like you.” The weirdo said, moving closer to you.

“I advise you to back the fuck up from my girlfriend.” Yoongi’s voice growled, causing the man to turn around, only to get punched. “Princess, let’s go.” Your boyfriend called out to you, running to him. “I’ll be back for you.” Yoongi warned, a sinister smirk on his face as he looked down at the whimpering man.

Hoseok:

“Can we go home yet?” Your boyfriend whined into your ear. “I’m bored and horny.”

Laughing at his comment, you shook your head no before answering. “No, it’s Y/F/N’s birthday. Be patient.” You giggled. “How about you go and get us a new drink, then we can go and dance.”

Groaning, your boyfriend got up, grumbling about how horny he was and about how unfair it was that you had to make him wait. Rolling your eyes, you and your friend began catching up. As you both were talking, two men came up to you both and sat down beside you and her.

“What are two doing here all alone?” The man beside you asked, throwing his arm around you.

Cringing, you scooted away from him only to be pulled back to him. The man sitting besides your best friend tried the same thing, only to get angry at her rejection.

“We’re here with our boyfriend and girlfriend.” You said, trying to get as far away from the creep.

“Ooo, which one of you has the girlfriend? I have always wanted to try a threesome.” The creep beside your friend asked, smirking down at your friend.

“If you dare lay one hand on my girlfriend I’ll kill you.” Your best friends girlfriend threatened, yanking the creep out of the booth.

You felt the man beside you move away from you quickly, yelping as he landed hard on the ground. Your boyfriend stood over him with a scary look on his face, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Looking up at you, your boyfriend looked you over to see if you were harmed. Seeing that you were okay, he looked over at your best friends girlfriend, one of his female members of his gang. “Jisoo, let’s take these two out in the back and show them a lesson.” Hoseok chuckled darkly, smiling manacling at the creep below him.

Namjoon:

As soon as you and your boyfriend entered the club, you knew something bad was going to happen. You don’t know why you felt like that, but usually when you felt that, you were right.

Namjoon had a business meeting with an ally of his, which meant that you had to tag along. You don’t know why you had too, but it made Namjoon feel less stressed out about the meeting. Leading you to a secluded booth near where the meeting would happen, allowing him to make sure you were alright.

“I won’t be long, kitten.” Namjoon assured you before giving you a kiss and going to the meeting.

‘I won’t be long’ my ass.

You have been sitting in this damn booth for over thirty minutes, bored out of your god damn mind. Looking over to where your boyfriend sat, you both made eye contact, smiling at one another. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure sit down on the other side of your booth.

“What are you doing here all alone?” The stranger asked, making you uncomfortable right away at his creepy smile.

“I’m not, I am just waiting for my boyfriend.” You answered, looking back to get Namjoon’s attention, only to frown when you saw that he was missing.

“That’s a shame that he would leave you all by yourself.” The creep mockingly frowned. “But it is not a shame when it means that i can steal you away from him.”

“It’s a shame that a person like you doesn’t respect a woman and a relationship.” Namjoon said tiredly, from behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder. “Now i suggest you leave my girlfriend alone, unless you want to die. Your choice.”

Taking his chance, the creep left as quickly as possible, not once looking back.

#bts hyung line imagine #bts hyung line reaction #bts hyung line mafia au!#bts reaction #bts mafia reaction #bts imagines #bts smut #namjoon imagine #rm imagine #seokjin imagine #jin imagine #yoongi imagine #suga imagine #agust d imagine #hoseok imagine #jhope imagine #bts x you #bts x reader

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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Thirty-Five: Prancing Ponies ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: To Rule Them All ] [ AO3 Link ]

“So...have I a clean bill of health to return to my duties?”

Eyeing the site of the wound critically, the royal healer is quiet for a long moment, almost seeming to ignore Sasuke’s question. Only once she’s satisfied does she reply, “...aye, you’re cleared.” Fingers gently prod, watching him for reactions. “...you’ll likely be sore for a while yet, but so long as you keep your actions muted beyond idle guarding, you’ll be fine. A few more weeks, and you’ll be completely whole. Let’s just hope you won’t need to do any gallivanting before then.”

The Uchiha manages a wry grin. Admittedly, he’s grown quite fond of Hiashi’s nurse, who has overseen his recovery since the attack on Hinata’s life...that Sasuke so valiantly interrupted. She can be a bit stubborn, but overall is rather warm and mothering - exactly how a healer should be, in his eyes. “My thanks, and...I’ll try not to overdo.”

“Good. Pleasant as you are, sir knight...I’d rather not have to see you for a good long while, hm?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Replacing his removed top garments, he then offers, “And...thank you for your help with my brother.”

She gives him an inquisitive look.

“I went to see him the other day, and he told me of your herbal tea, for his cough. He’s long been rather frail. I’m glad to see him getting treatment. He seemed to be in much better health than before he joined the court, and I’d assume got in contact with you.”

Understanding then brightens her expression. “Oh! Yes, of course. Can’t have a member of the court unwell, now - can we?”

“I suppose not...but I’m grateful.”

With a smile, she then offers, “Well...best get back to her ladyship, then. I’m sure she’ll feel much safer with you back at her side.”

You have no idea, Sasuke can’t help but think dryly to himself, nodding in farewell before taking his leave.

The walk through the castle to Hinata’s quarters is oddly...quiet. Since the attempted assassination, the entire palace has been on high alert. And Hiashi’s decree to keep any diplomats from the royal grounds only helped to heighten the worry. But Sasuke agrees, it was likely the best course of action. Even if another attack wasn’t planned, or another land seeking to usurp them...the chaos afterward may have emboldened any latent enemies.

Better, in Sasuke’s view, to be safe than sorry.

But before he can complete his trek, Sasuke finds himself waylaid by none other than his brother, Itachi. The councilman looks a bit harried, but brightens at the sight of his sibling. “Ah, there you are...I was hoping I would catch you before you went back on duty - I take it you just left the healer?”

“Er, yes...Itachi, what is -?”

“I have news. What may potentially be very good news. But best we speak...elsewhere, hm? Come - outside.”

Very much confused, Sasuke follows Itachi down to the ground floor and out of the castle...and eventually to the stables?

Sasuke spends a bit of time here when he can. His personal mount is kept in the royal barn, after all...and getting to see the beast always bolsters his mood. But why Itachi is so desperate to tell him good news in so removed a place...he really can’t guess.

Horses, drafts, and ponies alike seem to stir at their agitated energy, mounts outside prancing nervously as they pass. Only once they’ve found themselves in the room to store grains does Itachi turn to face Sasuke, a gleam in his dark eyes.

“So...as per our last...discussion, I have been very carefully prying into Hiashi’s brain regarding his plans moving forward with Hinata.”

“...I take it you learned something helpful?”

“I believe I have. Though...learned might not be quite the right word. Perhaps...suggested. You see, we decided that your foremost feature for being a suitable candidate for Hinata’s hand was your role as her protector, correct?”

“...yes,” Sasuke replies slowly, much at a loss. Where is Itachi going with this…?

“Well, I decided to test the waters in regards to his opinion of such a matter. I began with worries over her safety, which he admitted to being unsure of. He did compliment your foresight and refusal to lighten security despite the calls of the others. And, of course, your taking the blow in Hinata’s place.”

“Er...good.”

“So I made a very...faint suggestion that perhaps, given the political climate what with this brazen attack...that a point of consideration he may wish to take is that of Hinata’s safety in regards to a spouse. In other words...that lineage may not be the only factor he mull over, but also a man’s ability to protect the future queen.

“He was quiet for a time after that, clearly thinking it over...and then made a suggestion all on his own: that the most promising suitors from the various realms agree to a contest for Hinata’s hand. He noted that the...current method had yet to yield any promising results - a change of pace may be a good thing.”

Slowly, Sasuke’s face goes slack with comprehension.

“So...rather than pomp and circumstance being the order of the day...a multifaceted challenge be taken instead. One that would prove the many promising aspects of a potential suitor. Which would include a more physical contest to weed out those too weak to keep Hinata safe.”

“...I see. Then how would I…?”

“I suggested that, for a trial of sorts - to prove themselves against you, her clearly capable knight - you too be entered into this...tournament. As a legitimate participant, and a potential suitor to keep rule strictly within our lands. But also as a tool to measure the other suitors against. And Hiashi agreed, given your valor already shown.”

“So all I have to do is -?”

“Win this little tournament...and Hinata’s hand will be yours by right. A right set down by Hiashi himself. With some gentle prodding and persuasion by myself, of course.”

Barely constraining a reaction, Sasuke hushedly asks, “What else will be in this...contest?”

“He’s yet to decide fully. There will likely be proof of etiquette, knowledge, wisdom...things that play into being a ruler. Most, however, you already have given how you were raised as part of a noble family. In all honesty, brother...I believe you have a true fighting chance at this.

“The combat will likely be saved for the final deciding factor...which means you will have to make it through the other sections, as well. It will likely be scored overall. And you will serve as a pillar to topple at the end. But should you do well enough - and I’m certain you could, and I doubt there are many, if any, noblemen who could best you in battle - then you would emerge the victor. And Hiashi would be none the wiser to your true feelings. All he would have to know was that you indeed conquered the trials, and earned your place as Hinata’s chosen suitor.”

Carefully, Sasuke grips Itachi’s upper arms, searching his face for some hint that this is a joke, a lie, a stunt...but he finds none. Not that Itachi would ever lie to him, he’s just...in shock. “...when would it take place?”

“Several weeks from now, at best. There is planning for the council to do, invitations to send, grounds to arrange...it will take time. But Hiashi is also eager to see this done, as to end the waiting game and ensure Hinata’s safety from the potential of another hostile suitor.”

“...good, good…” He’ll likely be fully healed by then.

Smiling, Itachi in turn takes his brother’s cheeks in his hands. “...I truly believe you can do this. Then nothing would stand in your way. You and Hinata would no longer have to hide your regard. The kingdom will stay within its people’s rule. And she will be safe.”

“...Itachi, I...how can I thank you? This would never have come about if not for you and your weaseling.”

The elder brother’s expression turns a bit wry. “Well...I suppose all my lack of brawn means a better helping of brains. And how better to put it to use than helping my dear baby brother marry the woman of his dreams?”

For a moment, Sasuke has to swallow back a wave of raw emotion. “...if you can, tell me what the council decides, so I can begin preparing. I’ve been off some weeks to heal - I’ll need to regain my stamina and balance. But I’m sure there will be other things that need learning and refreshing.”

“Of course. I’ll help however I can. But we must be discreet...should Hiashi suspect my interference, he may think us scheming something. If not born of love, then a want for the crown and influence.”

“Right...we’ll lie low, then.”

“Best to be cautious. Now...you have a princess to attend to, and I have meetings to sit in on. Tell her the news, and of course to be cautious. I’ll find you again when I know more. For now, focus on regaining your strength. And of course, keeping her safe. The rest will come with time.”

With a nod, Sasuke embraces his brother quickly before they part ways - Itachi to the council’s chamber, and Sasuke to the princess’ quarters.

When he’s let in, there’s a moment of hesitation as they see one another. Hinata, seated and bearing a book, brightens.

...but they cannot be true to what they feel, handmaids and other knights present.

“Sir,” the other men offer.

Sasuke gives them glances. “...thank you, gentlemen, for keeping the princess safe in my absence. You may take your leave.”

“Aye, sir.”

“Ladies, I believe that’s all I need for now,” Hinata then softly offers, her maids bowing and removing themselves.

Only after a long pause to listen to fading footsteps do they move. Sasuke takes a few steps, Hinata seeming to fly the rest until she embraces him.

“At last,” she murmurs into the crook of his shoulder. “I’ve m-missed you...terribly.”

“And I, you.” Parting, he carefully tucks hair behind her ear. “...I have news. Itachi has been speaking to your father...and there may be a way.”

Her eyes widen. “...tell me.”

.oOo.

(This is a sequel to days 67, 109, 212, 220, 236, 275, and 305!) OMG, back into the princess and knight AU! I love this one, and I've missed it. Also I know I'm...almost two weeks behind, but this day marks the beginning of the end: this was the prompt for December first. Just thirty days left to do. And as is likely obvious...I'll be running over by quite some time ^^; Life is just TOO busy for me to have any hope to catch up before New Year's, but better late than never! ANYWAY...we have a plot! Itachi, you're a genius. I was honestly a bit stumped before he nudged this idea at me x3 And it's perfect! Now to just...make it happen, lol - and who knows when that will be! Especially with how darn busy I am, blegh. And as a small reminder, if you have any favorite pieces from this challenge you'd like to see given more love AFTER it's over, be sure to let me know! Either comments, asks, etc. I can't do them all, but a few at least I'd like to continue and perhaps wrap up as mini fics. After a good long break, lol But with that, I need to head to bed - long weekend ahead of me OTL I'll reply to comments / replies likely on Monday. I've just been too busy / pooped, and will be until then. Either way though, thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha itachi #to rule them all [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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ilovereadingandilovebreathing · 5 years

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Ch. 4: Finding Family (College AU)

A/N: Wow I’m writing something. Wow it’s not an ask prompt: it’s a random part of the college AU! I just reblogged the Chicken Nugget the Caterpillar post and got inspired. Take Virgil being nurturing. And don’t let my disdain for Henry David Thoreau ruin your opinion of him! *Random note: a college English survey course is one that dips into a bunch of different authors and works within a single subsection of literature, like American or British. A crisp, sunny afternoon found Virgil in the middle of campus; he reclined with his legs bent against a metal outdoor table, his eyes scanning over the words of Walden, for better or for worse, for his American Literature survey course.* As Virgil rolled his eyes at another one of Thoreau’s self-proclaimed epiphanies, he jumped, suddenly feeling the hairs on his left arm shifting. His gaze snapped down, and he gasped audibly at the bright green creature inching its way toward his hand. “Where the hell did you come from, little guy?” Virgil slowly laid down his book and tenderly poked at the little being with the very tip of his right index finger. The little bug froze, and Virgil giggled. “Sorry I scared you.”

Virgil sighed and leaned his head back, soaking Florida sunshine with a deep inhale. For fear of all types of cancer, he usually stayed inside, but today was Friday. Campus was virtually empty; the air was calm and clear, the sky reflecting this tranquility, and Virgil simply found himself drawn to the small gathering of tables and chairs that were guarded by thick bushes. He supposed that must have been where the caterpillar creeped over from. Virgil peered back at his arm, still finding the insect in the same spot, and he quirked a brow. “I really did spook you, huh?” Guilt tugged at him a bit, but he had an idea. “Patton has been a little sad lately.” Virgil mused to himself and the little one. “Roman, too. They’d love you. Maybe...” Virgil slipped his phone from his pocket and Googled types of green caterpillars in Florida and what butterflies they changed into. “Hmmm....green’s a pretty popular color with you guys, huh? Well, they all look great, so whatever you turn into will be cool.” Virgil eyed his clock and turned off his phone, carefully rising and stretching before bending over for his bag. “We can head home, now, little dude. Pat should be back, and I’m sure he’ll love to see you.” Virgil muttered random thoughts to his new companion as they trekked back to Virgil’s apartment, and just as he pulled up to the door and pulled out his keys, the little bug’s grip came lose, and it fell toward the unforgiving concrete. Virgil yelped in surprise and knelt after it, relieved to see it landed on the welcome mat and not the hard slab, but his breath was labored and eyes intense as he slowly straightened back up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, little guy, oh my gosh-“ “Virgil?” Virgil’s head snapped up, and he clenched his jaw when he absorbed Logan staring at him, brows quirked and hair mussed. Logan napping was unusual, but the thought escaped Virgil when he realized the question asked for more than just identification. “Yeah, uh-“ “Are you alright? Who are you talking to? Are you having an attack?” “No, no, I’m fine....god this is embarrassing.” Logan stepped aside. “Oh, thanks.” “You do live here, after all,” Logan commented, no hint of jest in his voice. “R-right...” Virgil scooted inside, keeping his hand cupped gingerly over the being on his arm. “Are you injured?” Logan peered at his domed fingers. “I...no, but...it might be.” His voice trailed off, and he peeked under his hand before fully revealing his charge. “Ah, a caterpillar. Judging from the bright green hue interspersed with the black and yellow accents, I would assume it will grow to be a swallowtail butterfly.” “Seriously?” Virgil started in awe. “I saw those at the botanical gardens. They’re gorgeous and fun to draw.” “Indeed. You said it might be injured?” “Yeah....” Virgil laughed nervously. “It fell off my arm when I tried to get my keys out. That’s why you heard me talking to myself.” “Oh, I see. Caterpillar’s bodies tend to allow them to be pretty resilient, and if it fell on the doormat, it should be alright.” “Caterpillar?!” Virgil jumped a bit when Patton padded into the room, his eyes a little watery and his steps a little stiff. “Where?!” “Here, Pat.” Virgil extended his arm, and his roommate gasped and inched toward the tiny creature. “Hi, little guy!” Patron whispered and waved, prompting a chuckle from Virgil. “Where’d you find it?” “It found me, actually. I was reading for Am. Lit. over in the Little Grove, and it decided to use my arm like a walking trail.” “So cute! You’re chosen!!” “Chosen? Like the Chosen One?” The final member of the rooming quartet shuffled into the room, stretching and yawning after a heavy nap. “Sure! The Butterfly Whisperer!” “Butterfly?” Roman looked around slowly. “Where? And how did you capture it humanely?” “It’s still a caterpillar, Ro.” Virgil pointed his arm toward Roman. “It found me on campus.” “Well, hello, there, little one.” Roman cooed softly. “Do we have a name for this button-sized beastie?” “No, not really.” Virgil shrugged. “Then, I dub thee: Carterpillar.” “But what if it is female?” Logan interjected. “Katiepillar!” “Kathypillar!” Patton giggled, and Roman shot him fingers guns. “Good one.” “I like ‘Swallow,’ since Logan said it will grow into a Swallowtail.” Virgil piped up quietly. “Swallow...I like it! Very YA Fantasy.” Roman mused, a hand on his chin for show. “Me, too! It’s cute!” Patton fluttered around the stagnant creature, checking it out at all angles. “Yes, you can hold it, Pat.” Virgil rolled his eyes affectionately and carefully plucked the bug off of himself and placed it in Patton’s eagerly awaiting palms. “Ooo thank you!” Patton danced a little, being sure to keep his hands as still as possible. “It’s so cute! Can we keep it? And raise it into a butterfly?!” “I imagine so. I can look into online resources on butterfly rearing.” Logan pulled out his phone and began searching, muttering to himself about making sure they could obtain the proper host plants for their new charge. “I have a tank!” Patton exclaimed, and the others turned to him. “You do?” Virgil asked. “I....had a pet turtle.” Patton blushed. “I’ve been wanting to get a new one, but I just...haven’t quite gotten over Franklin....or had the money to properly care for one.” “That’s...fair.” Roman raised his brows quickly. “We can leave it on the coffee table or the breakfast bar.” “I’ll get it! Here, Ro.” Patton slowly handed the insect off to Roman and headed for his room. “It is a rather lovely creature, isn’t it?” Roman mused softly, drawing his hands to his face. “Amazing that something like this should exist naturally.” “Indeed. The wonders of the natural world are endless.” Logan sighed softly, traces of a fond smile pulling at his lips. “Would you like to hold it, Logan?” “I would prefer not to, honestly. I can observe him quite well from here.” “Okay.” Roman shrugged and went back to bug-gazing. “Amazing that the anti-social butterfly should bring us this little gem.” “It’s because of that, Caprincious.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Gimme my bug baby back.” He twitched his fingers in Roman’s direction. “Or put it in Patton’s tank.” Logan gestured toward the approaching youth who placed the tank on the kitchen counter. “Let’s get some sticks and leaves and stuff first.” After outfitting Swallow’s new home, the quartet stood back and admired their handiwork, but Roman’s face soon fell. “Why is it just sitting there? Surely it would want to explore.” “It is likely making sure it is safe first.” Logan commented. “It has been transferred between unfamiliar, moving bodies, after all. Let’s give it some space.” The other three nodded in agreement and scattered to their respective afternoon activities. A little while later, Virgil slipped into the kitchen for a snack and smiled; Swallow had inched its way up a thick stick Roman had found (or...broken off of a tree...) for it. Virgil laughed under his breath and whispered, “Just takes a bit, huh? I relate, little guy. It’s...a lot to take in at first, but once you get settled here, it’s hard to imagine living anywhere else.” “AWWW, VIRGIIILLLL!” Virgil jumped and Patton sat up from his reclining spot on the couch, an English text in one hand. Virgil tried to smile in return and shrank into his hoodie, shuffling back toward his room. “Don’t worry, buddy.” Patton murmured toward Swallow. “You’ll both grow into yourselves one day. I just know it.” The young man hummed happily at the thought and was just settling in when a quiet chuckle made him jump. “Are you talking to Swallow, Pat?” Patton peeked over the back of the couch to find Roman standing outside of his door. “I heard voices and you yelling...or squealing.” “Virgil was being all soft and sweet with Swallow, and I couldn’t contain myself.” Patton gushed, giggling at the recent memory. “We both know well that he is a softie, no matter how hard he tries to seem.” “Shut up!” Virgil yelled from beyond his half-open door. “Virgil!” “Get used to it, Swallow.” Roman stage-whispered conspiratorially. “It’s always loud around here.” “Because we’re a family!” Patton cut in, smiling brightly. “Yes,” Roman mused, gazing at Patton fondly. “I suppose we are. We even have a pet.” Patton giggled and disappeared behind the couch again, missing the brief, misty-eyed longing on Roman’s face before he schooled his expression and padded back toward his room. “Chinese for dinner?” Roman asked over his shoulder. “We just had Chinese.” Virgil quipped from his room. “I like Chinese, but I like a lot of food!” Patton called back. “I have a coupon for the sandwich shop on Main.” Logan added from his room. “Perfect.” All three replied simultaneously. “Yup. Just like a family.” Roman thought before falling into his bed with a sigh. “Please let it stay this way.” Angst on the horizon? Who knows! I don’t. Hope you enjoyed!

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #thomas sanders #thomas sanders fic #thomas sanders fanfic #mine #collegeau #tsfanfics

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fanfic-scribbles · 5 years

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Tie a Yellow Ribbon For Me

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Even death can’t keep him From finding his way back to you.

Quick facts: Romance – [established] Gabriel/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Angst-ish with a happy ending, many flashbacks handle it, use of ‘sugar’ as a term of endearment for a gender-neutral reader

Prompt: Written for @gabriel-monthly-challenge’s February prompt: Spin the Wheel. I landed on “A Dozen Red Roses”. Tagging @archangelgabriellives, @archangel-with-a-shotgun , @archangelsanonymous, @ttttrickster, @warlockwriter, and @revwinchester.

Words: 2459

Special Context Note: For people who might not know: “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree” was a popular song in the seventies (I think?) performed by Dawn feat. Tony Orlando (I do recommend it; it’s a good song). It’s told from the perspective of a man writing to his lover after having been away for a few years. He tells her that if she wants him still, she can tie a yellow ribbon around a certain tree and he’ll come home, but if he doesn’t see it, he’ll assume she doesn’t want him back and he’ll keep going and never bother her again.

A/N: That summary is a little more sinister than I intended. Sorry, no dark!Gabriel here. Or “The Crow” AU. (Though hm, that’s a possible idea.) This is kind of an alt S5 post-“Hammer of the Gods” where Gabriel doesn’t go to Loki et al. This is sort of similar in premise to some other stuff I’ve written so I apologize to the people who follow me. Ironically, despite the title, this story was actually written to repeat listening of “11 Minutes” by Halsey and Yungblud feat Travis Barker ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Please enjoy! (PS: In case my formatting gets fucked up, flashbacks are encompassed by tildes (~).)

You feel like you’ve gotten used to the silence.

Sure, you had periods of it before– spending 24/7 with a sometimes-manic archangel is a pre-requisite for madness– but those quiet moments without him had always felt like in-betweens. Small breaks, or minor reprieves, sometimes purposefully taken, and sometimes just waiting. Gabriel could have popped in at any moment.

Now he can’t.

You can say you’re mostly okay now. Mostly. You’ve lost before and you’ll lose again. It’s the nature of things, just being in the world as it is. Being a hunter in it means you’ll do it over and over and over again.

It doesn’t make it ache any less.

But you’re still going, because it’s what you’ve always done and it’s what you’ll always do. Right now you’re on your way to a small desert town that seems convinced it’s living out the movie “Tremors,” and going by the reports, you can see why. You feel a smile creep onto your lips. Gabriel would have found it funny.

“Have you been terrorizing a small city in Wisconsin in your spare time?” you ask and flick Gabriel with your big toe.

“Ooo, Wisconsin. Sounds like a party,” Gabriel says out loud, but the look he gives you asks, ‘Really?’ and he holds out a piece of whatever candy he’s focused on now. You trade him for the paper and take a bite while he skims the story.

He snorts and tosses it down. “Amateur. Credit for style though; there’s worse you could do than a Mel Brooks homage.”

You roll your eyes and finish swallowing. “I’m sure the three victims would agree with you, if they could.” You fold up the newspaper and set it aside from the massive stack of other regional papers that Gabriel had whined about, and yet gotten for you anyway. “I’ll head out tomorrow.”

“So you’re done working now?” Gabriel asks. He sits up and puts a piece of chocolate between his teeth, makes sure half of it is sticking out, and waggles his eyebrows.

You laugh and lean forward, bracing yourself with your hands as you stretch to meet his mouth with yours. Just as you’re about to gently bite on the chocolate, it vanishes, and Gabriel slips his tongue into your mouth instead.

Once you’ve had your fill of each other (for the moment) you can’t help how big you smile. “You’re so cheesy sometimes.”

He grins. “Sugar, you have no idea.”

You need a shower.

Badly.

You don’t feel the slime as much as you did when the constructs first exploded, but you don’t count that as a good thing, because it’s still there and you keep getting reminded of that whenever you shift. The day is dry and warm and a wind rushes across the desert landscape. When you step out of the car a strong gust blows past you and you shield your eyes until the air settles back to its steady pace. You get to your room and put your key in the lock when something catches your eye.

All down the sidewalk are cutouts in the concrete, just spaces of dirt that look like they’re supposed to be planters. Some of them have scattered cacti, but most are empty. Yours was empty, you're fairly certain, but now there’s a spindly long-stemmed something, being blown to the side and clinging to the dirt with nothing but tenacity. You kneel down to get a better look and–

it’s a rose.

Your breath catches in your throat. Not even a desert rose; a real, thorned rose, with petals that have obviously been sandblasted for a while and a thin stem that looks sickly.

But a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

There are flowers everywhere.

Gabriel really likes this place. He’s been here for a couple of months, and it shows; every day he’s seen you (almost every single day, as of late,) he’s given you flowers– a bouquet of twelve red roses. And, as you haven’t exactly had places to put them, he has graciously offered to ‘keep them somewhere safe.’

So of course there are dozens (of dozens) of roses scattered all around the room, still miraculously alive. Heavy emphasis on the miracle.

“You're the one who said I was cheesy,” Gabriel says and sits down, but puts his drink on the side table. Champagne, of course, and he’s even wearing a ridiculous red and black patterned robe. It’s a testament to how much you like him that you are not making fun of him right now.

But you can admit you do like the roses. The petals are soft and they smell nice. You look up from your bouquet to see Gabriel smiling at you. The softness of his expression throws you off and you hide the lower half of your face in the flowers. “Why always roses?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” His smile turns all trickster. “It’s just what they have at the grocery store.”

You hit him with the bouquet hard enough that he falls off the bed. Well, his mad laughter probably helped, but you’ll still take credit for it. Asshole.

Someday, sentiment is going to get you killed.

You pick the rose anyway.

The young couple currently having their first date is pretty cute. Now that you’re not annoyed by them blocking the door, you can appreciate the beginning a new relationship. And it’s going to be one; they’re both all soft smiles and longing glances and dumbstruck lovelorn expressions. One of them keeps fidgeting with their hands, and the other shifts an enormous bouquet from arm to arm. You note the roses, of course, but it’s made up of a lot of other flowers too. It’s very pretty– and must have cost a fortune. You smile. Explains the coffee date.

“You work too much.”

“You’re a needy guy, aren’t you?” you ask and glance up from the screen. “Five more minutes, Gabriel. Then I’m all yours.”

He huffs and flops onto the table, head in his arms and pouting and grumbling enough to draw attention. You roll your eyes and, while he’s distracted, kiss the crown of his head.

He stops grumbling. But the next time you take a sip of your drink it’s like shoving pure sugar down your throat and you choke.

His smile is almost as saccharine. “I just wanted to make it as sweet as you.”

You stare at him and calmly wipe your mouth. “Twenty minutes.”

He sputters in protest.

“I’ll knock it down to ten if you walk up to the counter, wait in line, and buy me a replacement. With money.”

He starts muttering again. But he gets up.

You look at your computer and think about actually trawling for hunts, but, well, your coffee cup is empty and who can be asked to work under such inhumane conditions? You hop off the stool and almost crunch a stray rose underfoot. It must have been dropped by the happy couple by the door. As you pick it up you wonder how you’re going to interject and give it back, but when you stand, they’re already gone.

You look back at the flower. It’s truly lovely; obviously well cared for (and not just shoved in a fridge at a grocery store, Gabriel). You smile at the thought of his indignance, and set the rose on the table. It would be a shame to let it get thrown out, so you’ll take care of it.

Even at the end of the world, there are still mundane monsters to kill. You’re leaving a very shaken family with one less poltergeist and a lifetime therapy to look forward to (at least they have a have a lifetime, now,) when the youngest daughter runs up to you and holds up a rose. “Here! This is for you.”

Though you thank her and take it, the mom echoes your concerns when she asks, “Honey where did you get that?”

“I found it,” the kid chirps, like that’s all you need to know.

It’s a real rose with almost no thorns and a yellow ribbon tied around the stem. That’s an odd thing to just find. But the house has settled and you figure you can burn this and stick around for a day or two, just in case. You thank the little girl again, bid goodbye to her sisters and parents, and as you go you start to tuck the flower away when you see a small embroidered symbol on the ribbon.

An Enochian symbol.

As you speed away, you barely resist the urge to chuck that fucking flower out the window. You want to. But at the same time, you can’t bring yourself to do it.

Fucking asshole.

“I need to understand!”

Gabriel shoves you up against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but it does stun you– for a second. His grip is too light and his expression too conflicted for him to convince you what a ‘monster’ he is. “You’re not that kind of person,” you say and stare him down. “So why do you want me to think you are?”

Gabriel jerks, but you grab onto his jacket and yank him back in. “What are you so afraid of, Gabriel?” you whisper. “I’m the one thing in the universe you don’t have to fear.”

Gabriel leans in, close enough to kiss. Your eyes shut on instinct. Or maybe it’s Pavlovian.

“You're the one thing in the universe I have to fear the most.”

Air brushes past your lips, the pressure of his body releases, and you open your eyes to empty space.

He had come back within a day, as soon as you had asked, and said ‘I’m sorry’ in every conceivable way without ever saying it with his mouth. (Well, verbally, that is.) At the time, you figured it was fine.

And maybe it was. Now that you’ve had a few days to freak out, get your hopes up and down and all around, you feel a little calmer. You have the roses set aside and the ribbon spread out on the bed while you sit with your Enochian dictionary. Gabriel wouldn’t lead you along willy-nilly. You have faith (just a little) that this means something.

And if this does turn out to be some “Drink your Ovaltine” bullshit you are going to find out how to travel back in time so you can murder him with your own two hands.

It takes a while, but you find the word, and then use a few other dictionaries and translation sites to get it into English. You check it five times, in different ways, and then sit, chest swelling with hope that you’re not sure you can handle.

‘Healing.’

You want to believe, but a rough translation boiled down to its essential part can’t make you Mulder. You put the books away and lean back against the headboard, just trying to process, when something ‘thump!’s against your door. You grab your gun and stay alert as you check the outside area, but as far as you can see, there’s no one.

But there are three roses, piled neatly just in front of the door. You smile. Because really– you’re skeptical, but you’re not stupid. You pick them up and put the flowers to your face while you mind the thorns. You’re pretty good at that by now.

“Okay,” you say and nuzzle the petals. “I’ll wait.”

You find five more roses over the next couple of weeks in utterly random places. On your pillow. In a sewer. In your water glass after you turn away for a second. In the basket you grab at a grocery store. On your passenger seat. That last one makes you ache.

That night, when you open your book and find eight perfectly placed rose petals, you almost cry. Twelve roses. It’s always been a dozen, so that means he’s coming back, right? He doesn’t appear right away, but you go to bed hopeful.

Except he’s not there in the morning.

Or the afternoon.

Or the evening. Or…

It’s late on the third day of waiting and hope is fading fast. You hit your forehead on your steering wheel and whisper, “Where are you?” Did you misread things? Was this set up in advance? Did he mean for you to heal? Was someone messing with–

Your radio comes on without any prompting and you jolt up. You’re so busy trying to look for danger that you don’t recognize the song at first.

“–nt me, if you still want me Whoa tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree…”

You blink. You stop being afraid. And start being annoyed. “Are you fucking serious?”

But the song plays on, and the volume even gets jacked up. “A SIMPLE YELLOW RIBBON’S WHAT I NEED TO SET ME FREE–”

“Okay!” You turn the radio off and sit in silence for a few moments before you burst into tears and laughter both. “Fuck; you’re such an asshole,” you say, with wet eyes and a smile full of teeth.

You consider trying to track down a bonsai or some plastic palm tree, but you’ve waited long enough. Still, when you get back to your room you go through all the motions of getting ready to go to sleep. Once you’re actually sitting on the bed, you put the yellow ribbon to your wrist and manage to tie a messy bow.

You lie down, exhausted by days of constant, immense stress, and sigh. As you drift off to sleep you think, ‘I’m ready, Gabriel.

Come home.’

It happens without fanfare. You simply wake to an arm around your stomach, and a morning still dark.

“Hey,” you say, sleep-addled.

Gabriel chuckles. “Hey.”

You’ve never heard anything so beautiful, even as rough as his voice is. “You sound tired.”

“Yeah.” Gabriel presses closer to you. “Almost getting murdered by your own brother is pretty exhausting.”

“Hm.” That’s a conversation for later. Or never, depending on how stubborn Gabriel wants to be. Either way, not now. Not when you’ve got him back. You turn over and wrap yourself around him. “It’s okay,” you say. “Go to sleep. I’ve got you.”

He gives you a wry smile, but whatever snarky way you expect him to say ‘I don’t sleep’ doesn’t happen. He shuts his eyes, and you hold tight. “I’m glad you came back,” you say. “Even if I don’t have a hundred ribbons.”

He shifts with quiet laughter. “That’s all right.” He holds your wrist and places a kiss that straddles the ribbon and your skin. “I only need the one.”

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I Can’t Quit

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Kim Taehyung/Reader

Genre: Highschool AU, Violence?, Angst, Romance

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You just... disappeared.

He was a stupid kid. Not doing what he was supposed to. Never listening. never giving a shit about school. Not caring about people around him. Sure he had a few people he could consider friends, but he’d choose his own solitude over them any day of the week.

He was a trouble maker. Landing himself in the back of a police car or sitting in a detention cell more often than is advised for someone so young and still not graduated. He was only 18, a year behind his old classmates. His failure to show up to school and attended classes his junior year forced the school to make him repeat his year. Not that he really cared.

He never properly dropped out, so even if he never attended, he was still enrolled. His name was ever skipped over in the roster because everyone knew he would never be in the seat that was originally assigned to him. No one cared, so he didn’t either.

Then, someone transferred into his class. Of course, he didn’t know, nor care, but she heard about him. She heard about stories and even asked teachers about him. He had a black record and she had a clean one. Maybe all he needed was little push from her. From you.

You had gotten his address off a paper in the teachers’ lounge once. So, you had left school early to investigate. You didn’t know the streets too well, not being from here, but you somehow managed.

Coming to a large apartment building, you checked the address and started climbing the stairs up to the 7th floor. Out of breath, you walked the outdoor hall, the ground so far below you, making chills run up your spine from the height. Soon, you found the apartment door you wanted.

Apartment 411. Envelopes, magazines, newspapers, papers, and mail were all shoved into the mailbox that hung by the door. The numbers on the door looked rusty and obviously not taken care of as they sat directly below the peephole. Bottles of beer and cans of Dr. Pepper sat outside the door with boxes of old newspapers and trash bags filled with garbage threatening to burst.

You took a breath and lightly knocked on the door. There was no response at first. So, you knocked again, only this time calling inside from out here.

“Hello! Is someone home right now! My name is Y/n, and I just transferred to the high school downtown. Is Kim Taehyung living here?” Still not a single response. A normal person would’ve left when there was apparently no one home or not one wants to answer, but you stayed put.

You stood with your hands together in front of you, staring straight at the door. Someone would have to come in or go out at some point. You probably stood there for 40 minutes, feeling your legs shiver and go numb due to the cold air hitting your revealing legs.

“Hey!” You jumped as you looked to your right, seeing a boy standing not too far from you. He wore torn up, dirty jeans, and you saw a grey tee-shirt peeking out from under his zipped up, black jacket. His hood was flipped up but his hair was dark. His bangs covered his eyes and he just looked like someone you wouldn’t want to get involved with.

“Oh, um- good evening.” You bowed as he just rolled his gloomy eyes and started towards you. You stood up and flinched as he took a key from his pocket, unlocked the door labeled 4110 and opened it up. He was halfway in when you called to him, shaking off your shock. “W-wait! Do you live here?” He stopped and didn’t even look back to you.

“So, what if I do?” His cold response mirrored the dark interior of the apartment you just were barely able to see. All the lights were off, and the curtains in the back wall were drawn. It was so dark, even though it was was still just past noon.

“Um, well, I was wondering if you were maybe Kim Taehyung?” He rolled his neck and huffed. He pushed his tongue against his cheek, not that you knew that. He spun around and grabbed you. Yanking the collar of your school uniform, he tugged you to your toes and glared down at you.

You gasped as you unconsciously raised your hands to brace yourself or release his hold on you. You winced as the fabric of your uniform tugged against the back of your neck harshly with his force on the front of it. He blew your bangs out of your face to look clearly at you.

“Did the school send you?” He seethed. You shook your head, almost whimpering. “Stay the fuck away from me.” He shoved you backward. You stumbled over a fallen beer can and fell to your bottom as you hit the back concrete divider of the floor. Uniform a mess, hair unkempt and palms scratchy from bracing for the fall. You hissed in pain.

You didn’t get a chance to look back at him as he quickly slammed his apartment door shut. You just looked shocked at the door. This guy was crazy, a psychopath! Who just grabs a girl like that and throws her! But... it was strange. The brief moment you got to look into his eyes, you saw something. Something underneath the anger and rage and hate.

Something that made you promise yourself to come back against tomorrow.

The next day was Sunday. The day off from school. You wore shorts and a loose, u-neck tee-shirt. You figured if he grabbed you against, something loose and comfortable wouldn’t hurt you so much. With your brown ankle boots and a minute amount of bravery, you stood in front of his door again. This time, a plastic bag in your hand. Full of food and drinks for him. The way he lived, it looked bad.

Some packaged chicken, instant porridge packs, bottles of water and even a bottle of Dr. Pepper should be enough for a day or so. You looked at the bag. You didn’t even know if he’d accept it, let alone open the door if he was home. You reached your hand out to knock but stopped.

“Coward,” you called yourself. You sighed as you pulled a small notebook from your side bag and a pen. Writing a note down, you ripped the page to and stuffed it into the bag and set the bag down. You took a breath and hammered your fist on the door before taking off down the outside hall.

You ran just slow enough for Taehyung to catch your back run down the stairs after he opened the door.

He looked down at his bare feet, seeing the bag. Squatting down, you inspected the insides. Seeing what was inside, he poked his cheek with his tongue again and ruffled his hair. True, he was only eating instant noddles the past week or two, and the food in the bag was more than tempting to devour, he just shook his head.

Seeing your note, he grabbed it and read it.

“It’s wrong to grab a lady like that. I’ll let you get off with a warning this time, Taehyung. Please eat and call me if you need anything else. -You’re classmate, Y/n.”

He grabbed the bag and took it inside, setting it on a table by the door as he sat and slipped on his shoes at the landing at the door. His shoes were worn, grey and falling apart. He grabbed his jacket, zipping it up and flipping his hood up. He grabbed a duffle bag at his feet and left his apartment, locking up behind him. He took a sucker from his bag and unwrapped it and placed it on his tongue.

“Stupid girl.”

You were woken up at 2 AM Monday morning by your phone ringing. You groaned as you looked at the screen. An unknown number? You considered not answer it, but you found yourself swiping to pick up the call. Sitting up and swiping your hair back you answered.

“Hm, hello?”

“I need someone to pick me up from the police station.”

“Uh, do I know you?”

“You left your number in that bag this morning.” Your tired brain tried working and soon you could come up with only one conclusion. You gasped as you were more awake, more alert.

“Taehyung?!” You heard him sigh, that was confirmation enough. “Wha-what are you doing at the police station at this time?! Oh my god, I have school today!”

“Just get down here and get me. I’m tired and you're loud.” You couldn’t protest anymore as you looked at your screen.

“That jerk just hung up on me!” Nonetheless, you were out of bed and throwing on a jacket and slipping on flats before running out of your house. Thankfully your parents were both stuck on graveyard shifts at work tonight, they wouldn’t be back until 6 or 8.

You burst into the police station a mess. Hair a wild, tangled mess. Face red from your running. red Sleep shorts, hot pink tank top, and lime green jacket all not matching at all. Barefaced and exhausted. You were sure you had bags under your eyes from being woken up so early. You leaned against a wall to catch your breath and then made your way to the desk.

“Um, Kim Taehyung, I’m here to pick him up?” The officer examined you.

“Never seen you pick him up before. What’s your relationship to him?”

“Oh, I’m his cousin.” The lie just slipped through your teeth before you could stop it. “I’m from Ilsan-gu, I just moved here recently for my parents' job.” The office just shrugged, more wanting Taehyung to just get out of his hair already.

“Kim! Your pick up if here! Get out!” From the door to your left came Taehyung. Hand shoved into his pockets, hood down and bored looking. You marched over to him, more than a little annoyed. He looked down at you and you just rolled out of bed form.

“You look like shit.” You reacted by kicked his shin, making him wince and pull his hands out of his pockets to hold his leg. The officers behind you held back a laugh or a small ‘ooo’ sound. Never seen someone treat Taehyung like you just did. You put your hands on your hips, looking down at his crouched form.

“Whose fault is that?! I jumped out of bed on a school morning you moron!” You bent and grabbed his arm, tugging him up. “We’re leaving!” You dragged him out as you bowed and bid farewell to the officers. Taehyung watched your shoulders, square and tense. He almost laughed.

“You can let go of me now.” You spun around, still holding his arm as you still looked angrier than a florist seeing flowers being stomped on.

“No, I can’t. I’m going to drag you all the way back to your apartment so I can go home and sleep for 2 more hours before I have to be awake and getting ready for school.”

“I can literally leave my apartment whenever I want. It’s my apartment.”

“But you won’t! You hear me Kim Taehyung. Stay in that stupid home of yours until 6 AM and you're a free born kid again.” He was going to argue back but you start yanking him along again.

True detail, you lugged him all the way home. Going up the stairs behind dragged was something more difficult than he thought. When you stood in front of his door, you demanded his key. He refused as he unlocked it himself. He opened the door and you started to go inside, but he stopped you, grabbing you instead.

“You can’t come inside.”

“The hell I can’t. You officially owe me.” You ignored him as you stepped inside and he trailed after you. Just as you thought, the inside was a mess. Trash was scattered around and the lights were still out, making it twice as dark. “Where are the lights.” He flicked on the entry light and you sighed. “That’s better.”

“Just be quiet."

“Whatever.” You stepped inside and looked around, clicking on a small lamp. You looked at a shut door and went towards it to check inside.

“Stay out of there. My little sister is sleeping.” You gasped. He was such a nuisance and he had a little sister?! You turned to him but stopped when he was holding out the bag you left the previous morning. “Why did you leave this?” You took it from him and went into his kitchen. You sighed at the stack of dirty dishes.

You popped the container of chicken into the microwave and told him to sit down at the table cluttered with boxes and junk. He did so, as you soon put the container in front of him with a pair of disposable chopsticks still in their wrapping and a bottle of water.

“Eat and go to bed. I’m going home.” He pulled apart the chopsticks and stayed silent as he popped a piece into his mouth and chewed. So he could be obedient. You went back to the door and slipped your shoes back on, adjusted them on your heel. Without a word, you left, locking the door behind you before you shut the door. Leaving Taehyung in his dimly lit kitchen to think, chicken in front of him as he sighed and pulled out his phone.

From: Unknown number Get home safe stupid girl

The next day, Taehyung left at noon and came back home around 5 in the afternoon. He stood outside his door and heard a commotion inside. He figured his sister brought home another friend and thought nothing of it as he stepped inside.

Instead of another middle schooler, he was met with you standing in your uniform without your blazer, carrying a load of laundry in your arms. The sucker he held in his mouth that was nearly all gone nearly slipped from his tongue at the sight of you once again in his house.

You only glanced at him as you kept walking around. “Close your mouth Taehyung, you look stupid.” You quipped as you then smiled and shouted to someone in the house. “Hey, Jennie! Can you help me with these clothes!”

“Coming!” Soon, Taehyung’s little sister came running out of her room, changed out of her uniform and in a comfortable skirt and tucked in blouse. Hair up and smiling. “Should I bring my uniform too?”

“Yes. Do that. We can wash it for tomorrow.” She nodded as he grabbed it from her hanger and trotted to your side. Taehyung kicked off his shoes and briskly stepped into his home and crunched on his sucker.

“Jennie, did you let her in here?!” Taehyung asked his sister. She nodded.

“She said she’s a friend of yours. She’s really good at cleaning!”

“How many times have I told you to not listen to strangers.”

“Stop nitpicking Taehyung. Get out of the way if you don’t want to help.” You retorted as he just stomped to his room and locked himself inside. He listened to Jennie as he stood at his door. He sighed as he tossed the empty sucker stick into the trash bin in his room and flopped onto his bed.

“Well, she sounds like she’s having fun.”

Taehyung had dozed off and woken up at half past 7. The sun was setting now and he left the confines of his room. His living room and landing area were all clean. Outside the balcony door hung laundry that blew and dried in the wind. He heard noise in the kitchen and went to investigate. Much to his annoyance, you were still there.

Standing over the stove of his clean kitchen stirring something in a pot. You had washed and dried his dishes and cleaned his counters. You even cleaned and wiped down his fridge, all while emptying anything inside that was expired and bad. You looked over your shoulder and saw him. You turned the burner off and moved to grab a couple of bowls from the cabinet.

“You’ll need to restock your fridge and get something to fill those shelves or else you and Jennie are going to starve here.”

“What is that?” He asked about the pot. You looked down into it and smiled.

“Kimichi stew with pork belly and tofu. It’s all I could make with what you had that wasn’t already bad.” He nodded as he came to stand beside you as you ladled the stew into the two bowls.

“Why are you doing all this?”

“I won’t pry, but you and Jennie seem to be living alone here. I thought I’d help out.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.” There was silence for a moment.

“Thank you.”

10 minutes later, Jenni- who was doing her homework- sat at the table with Taehyung as the two of them ate. You stood and nodded and as you moved to leave the kitchen.

“Y/n!” Jennie called.

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you going to eat with us?” You smiled and shook your head.

“No, I’m not. It’s getting late, so I’m heading to my own home. I think I’ve overstayed my welcome enough tonight.” Jennie whined as Taehyung watched her stare into her bowl of stew. Jennie didn’t easily click with people, so this was odd for her to want someone to stay.

“We can see her tomorrow,” Taehyung said as he took a piece of tofu and munched.

“What?”

“She said we needed to go shopping. I’ll go with her and you can see her when she comes back with it.” Jennie smiled and even if you didn’t approve of this, Jennie smiling made you crumble. You officially had to go.

From then, that's how you forced yourself into Taehyung’s life. It took a while, but he even started smiling at you. You’d drop by his apartment, text, and call with him, he even started helping you with homework you had. He was a smart kid if only he’d go back to school.

You were walking from school once when you stopped at the gates when Taehyung called your cell. Picking up you stopped and stood under a tree out of the way of leaving students.

“Tae? What’s up? I thought you had plans today?”

“Nah, I decided to cancel. You still on campus?”

“Yeah. I'm leaving now though. Why?”

“I’m at the front gates. Hurry up.”

You pocketed your phone and as you got closer to the gates, you heard the mumbling of the students. He really was here. In his normal black jacket and jeans that didn’t have holes surprisingly. Jacket unzipped for once as he showed off a white shirt. He leaned against the gate’s brick wall as you approached and tapped his shoulder.

“Yo, what’s the occasion for you wanting to pick me up?”

“Jennie was asking me to. She wants to cook with you again.” You slung your back you carried in your hand in front of you.

“Oh, are you sure you didn’t miss me too?” You teased as he rolled his eyes and snatched your bag from you, slinging his arm over his shoulder and carrying your bag.

“Shut up. Let’s go.” You laughed as you trotted after him. Leaving the whispers and sure to come rumors at your backside.

A week later, you were sitting reading on your phone when you got a text. It was from an unknown number.

From: Unknown Come to the school. We need to talk, you and I.

You looked at it. Was this Taehyung playing a prank on you? You shot him a text asking him as you ultimately decided to go anyways. There’s no harm in just showing up right?

Taehyung shot up in bed as he received your text. He had just sat down after getting out of the shower and read it. You had left to the school and ask him if he sent a text from someone else's phone to meet you there. He quickly changed into sweats, a dirty shirt, and his jacket as he ran out of his room and out of his house. Jennie calling after him what was wrong.

He had a feeling he knew what this was about. The people he blew off to pick you up from school the first time weren’t good people. He’s been blowing them off for weeks now. Refusing them money and rejecting the drugs they kept offering him. They must have done some digging on why he’s changing and decided they needed to get to you to get to him. He just wished he could run faster.

You made it to the school and texted the mystery person back, only for them to tell you to come up to the roof. Just as before, you sent a joke text to Taehyung, saying that the roof is a cliche meeting place. Not knowing that that text made Taehyung’s eyes burn.

He got to the schoolyard in record time, but it still felt like he had taken too long. He quickly found an open window to climb in and start his treck up the stairs. He burst through the roof access door and growled at the scene in front of him.

You, dressed in those same stupid red shorts and a hoodie he recently got you. Your collar was gripped by the street thug Your feet were bare of your flats as they lay away from you, your toes dragging on the harsh concrete ground of the roof. Your hair wisped around with the wind at such an altitude.

“Wow, he really did show up!” The man was obviously high. His shot out expression and stupid lack face showed it. Taehyung looked at him and cringed. Did he use to look like that? Was he really that ugly and distorted once before too?

Ever since you showed up, he’s felt so much more human. He was able to stop his habits bit by bit. He was able to form a proper relationship with his little sister, helping her with her school work and even picking her outfits with her on the weekends when she wanted to go out to some sweets shop. He learned to care about himself and his surrounds. He’s learned to cook, clean and take care of what needs to be done. You’ve even taught him how to smile.

“Let her go.” He stepped forward but stopped when the man pushed and shoved your body against and slightly over the edge of the roof. You screamed as you gripped the man’s wrist, half of your body hanging over the 3 story building. “Stop!” Taehyung panicked.

“Just come back, Tae.” The man slurred at him. He wanted him to come back? Back to what? Sitting in alleyways, banging on trash cans, spray painting walls and sitting in the police station every week? Huffing and smoking and drinking. Killing himself a little more each day? “We miss you, soo much.”

“Don’t lie to me. You just miss your stupid money boy.” He was always the one to bring cash to the table. That’s all he was. He may have thought he had friends before, but he didn’t. He was too just blind to see that. That response wasn’t the one the man wanted though. He pushed you further against the low lining as your feet picked off the ground. You whined as tears slipped out of your eyes. “Let her go!”

The man halted and tilted his head.

“Let her go?” He questioned back. Taehyung didn’t reply back, trying to figure out the tone of his voice. It was odd, there was no way to describe the sick twang in it. He smiled as he closed his eyes in a joyous expression. “Alright.” He pulled you back up towards him before he latched both hands around your neck and threw you down off the roof.

Taehyung flung forwards, watching as you tried to grasp onto something. The roofs edge, the man who pushed you, Taehyung’s hand that was far too far to reach. When he reached the edge of the roof and looked over it, he stared in horror down to you. You who lay in the bed of soil of the flower bed along the school's walls. You weren’t moving, not making noise.

He had half a mind to jump off after you, but he instead decided to use his fists again. For the last time as he turned to the man beside him.

“Taehyung! We’re going to be late!!” Taehyung scrambled around his room as he looped his tie around his neck. He left his room as Jennie was at the door waiting for him. He slipped his shoes on as Jennie stopped him. “Wait!”

“What?”

“Your tie is all wrong.” He fixed it as he rolled his eyes.

“It’s not that big of a deal Jen.”

“It is! It’s the start of the second semester today! You haven’t been to school in forever. You need to look like you want to be there.”

“But, I don’t?”

“Too bad. You promised.” She huffed as he smiled and pet her head.

“Yeah, I know.” The two siblings left their apartment and started their way to their schools. It was the same route until the road split. Jennie stopped her brother before she separated from him.

“Now, make sure not to fight. And smile, oh and don’t forget to eat. Your lunch is already in your bag.”

“Yes, I know. You told me all of this 3 times this morning already.” Jennie stood for a moment more, wanting to ask something. He smiled as he understood. “We can go visit her after school. I’ll pick you up, so just wait at your school gates.” She smiled as she nodded and rushed off.

When he got to class he was already late. Classes started and he barged in, earning everyone’s attention. The teacher sputtered at the sight of the brown haired former delinquent.

“O-oh, Mr. Kim. I wasn’t-”

“Spare me.” He noticed two empty desks. One of which was holding a vase of flowers and the other completely bare. He knew it was his desk and it was ironic that they were right beside each other. He moved to sit and soon the silence was interrupted by the teacher clearing his throat and continuing on. Taehyung stared at the desk next to him.

The day ended as he picked up Jennie as promised and she yapped on about her day, while also demanding on his day was. When they arrived at the hospital, they already knew where to go, having been here a few times already. Knocking on a closed door, he opened it.

Jennie bounded it and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, already talking her head off to the woman lying peacefully in it. Smiling and storytelling was Jennie’s favorite thing to do when they visited. Taehyung sat his school bag on a table by the window and opened it for a bit of fresh air. He pulled a chair and sat at the bedside of the patient.

“Hey, Tae. You think she’ll wake up soon?” Taehyung reached out and brushed the girls bangs out of her face. “Taehyung?”

“Of course she will. We’ll just have to wait. Y/n will wake up, don’t you believe so too?” Ever since you were pushed, you somehow had just barely survived. It was no shock that your body took so much damage it shut down in the sense that you slipped into a comatose state. Taehyung and Jennie made sure to visit you as often as they could.

Taehyung felt like he was stuck. Walking around in a maze made of wire. Not being able to get out, hearing your voice echo around him but never once seeing you. He didn’t know which way to turn and which paths to take, but he knew better than to give up now.

“I believe she’ll wake up too!” Jennie cheered as he excused herself to grab a snack from the vending machine in the halls. Taehyung took your hand.

“I can’t give up now. I won’t. I promise.” He said as you continued to sleep, peacefully in that pure white room. Disappearing for quite some time.

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A Lovely Little Mess [Epilogue (M)]

→ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

↳ Pregnancy AU, Friends to Lovers AU

→ Words: 6.5k

→ Warnings: explicit smut, a lot of fluffy goodness, jin being an absolute sweetheart

→ Summary: Flash forward 2 years later, life has seemingly calmed down for you - you had your daughter, you graduated, you married your best friend, yet a big question was still left to be answered....oh yeah were you and Jin going to have kids of your own?

→ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Epilogue(M) - drabble

Author’s Note: last chapterrrrr :D

Two years later....

Your black heels click loudly on the while tiled floor, willing themselves along the way so that you run properly. Double checking your watch you quickly race to your superior’s office, already aware that he wouldn’t withstand you being this late again but you had no choice in the matter.

Dressed in a white suit, he leans against his desk watching the clock and you bite your lip at your tardiness being noted down by him. Quietly walking in, you place the new article on his desk and he gives you a smug smile.

“Only 20 minutes late....” He hums, picking it up to examine the content you came up with. His hair was dyed black today and you were surprised from the change, always seeing his hair being dyed strange colours over the course of your employment.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Min.” He points to a section.

“This, right here, I don’t like it. Fix it.” He hands you the article back and you’re still astonished by the man’s ability to read so fast.

“Yes sir.” You turn to leave, but his voice cuts in.

“Take your time fixing it, it isn’t easy being a journalist coming up with a new article so you want to make sure its perfect.” You nod, closing the door on your way out. That’s what probably confuses you the most about Min Yoongi, one moment he’s being strict with you, nit-picking all the little mistakes you’re doing but the next moment he’s looking out for you, not wanting you to fall straight on your face.

Hoseok has some of the weirdest friends...

However, you definitely were glad, if it wasn’t for Hoseok introducing you to Yoongi with a job offer in hand, you would have still been looking for a one. Ever since you had your daughter, you had been struggling financially, and any help at the time went highly appreciated from you.

Your daughter, Jiah, was now at the tender age of two years old and was growing up so fast you couldn’t believe she was just born a few years ago. After having her, you eventually did graduate, the experience not exactly being so great since you had recently turned into a mother. Jin had never once let your side, graduating with you and then opting to work at a local company nearby – ensuring one of you were home on time for Jiah when she left the daycare. He had proposed to you a year later, earning enough money to buy an engagement ring and then marrying you. The shining jade necklace was replaced with a simple diamond ring instead, and you soon found out he had consulted your mother about it before making the decision.

You had talked to your mother about the pregnancy ultimately, scared she would be furious, but with some encouragement from Jin you decided to do it. You’re speechless when you finish explaining what happened to her, because you don’t expect her response at all.

“Y/N are you okay?” She says, voice sounding quiet.

“Yes Mom...I’m doing fine.”

“Thank god.” She whispers, relief being in her voice before the tears come out. She never got to properly visit you at college, always working, but you were her top priority and to think you had gotten pregnant leaves a heavy weight on her.

Not because you were, but because you were scared to tell her.

“M-Mom I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner.” Jungkook really did make you lose track of everything important in your life.

“Y/N...”

“Yeah Mom?”

“When can I see my granddaughter? And your husband?”

A small smile makes its way to your face.

She would come to visit you more often, helping you out with Jiah and teaching you how to properly take care of her. Her and Jin get along so well, moments where they would cook together leaves a fond smile on your face, looking like a perfect mother and son-in-law pair.

You reach the familiar coffee shop, trying to squeeze through the crowd of people that wanted to get a taste of Hoseok’s famous latte’s and you laugh. What once was a place that would be your comfort turned into a place Hoseok could only dream of, customers always filling in the seats that used to be empty. The scent of fresh coffee wafts through the air, and you spot a familiar booth in the corner. Sitting down you smile at Mina.

“Were you waiting long?” You asked, sipping the ready-made coffee Hoseok prepared for you.

“Nope.” Mina grins, pushing her now long locks into a bun. The ring on her third finger shines as she does, and the nostalgia of her marriage to Hoseok hits you.

“How’s the pregnancy so far?” You ask, gesturing to the emerging small baby bump. It was odd, the roles between you suddenly reversed.

“Its only been three months, but we’re excited to have a boy!” She chirps.

“Make sure to feed him tons of coffee.”

“I don’t need another hyper baby on my hands.” She rolls her eyes and you smile.

“In all seriousness how did you get through all this? Morning sickness is the worst!” Her eyebrows furrow.

“I didn’t, but Jin would always give me food afterwards so it wasn’t that bad.”

“Ooo, the darling husband finally comes up into conversation,” She giggles, “Do you think you guys will ever have kids of your own?”

You avert your eyes and place your coffee down, looking dejected. Mina narrows her eyes, the situation feeling all too familiar to her.

“Wait...did you guys even...?” Her voice trails off, not wanting to sound rude by intruding on your privacy.

“No.” You bluntly state.

“NO?!” Forget rudeness, this was a problem. “Y/N, its been almost two years...” She whispers.

“I know I know. I just-“ This wasn’t going to be easy to explain. “Last time I slept with someone, things didn’t end up going great...” Mina looks at you concerned and you continue. “Plus you know how its been with us, we’ve been constantly working for our future together but I’m just…scared, scared we might have forgotten about each other.”

It was true, once Jiah was born a pile of responsibilities landed straight into your lap and you didn’t have time for to dwell in any type of romance. It soon became tired greetings and falling asleep in each other’s arms to taking care of Jiah and ensuring she was okay. You and Jin hadn’t even managed to get a honeymoon, pooling in your money for your daughter’s expenses instead.

Jungkook didn’t seem to help the situation either, you had long gotten rid of him from your heart but the scars were still there. You love Jin, you married the man and he was raising your daughter with you for crying out loud, but doubts plagued your mind at getting intimate with someone again, the experience itself just bring up bad memories again.

“Y/N...he isn’t here anymore. Last I heard, Jungkook moved to a different city.” You know she’s trying to provide some sort of reassurance for you, but it isn’t something you can simply brush off. Mina notices this, but her determination is unwavering.

“Y/N. Is your mom coming over today?” You nod, arching an eyebrow at her question.

“Tell her to come over to our place with Jiah for the night.” Understanding her plan, your eyes immediately widen.

“What are you saying?” You harshly whisper.

“I’ve made up my mind, you and Jin are spending the night together.” A horrified expression is on your face, but Mina doesn’t back down.

“Don’t look at me like that! You guys didn’t even have a honeymoon...”

“B-but we can’t just, just, y-you know!!” You’re stuttering like crazy and you don’t understand what you’re so suddenly worked up about.

“Go out for dinner then! Dress yourself up! Spend some much needed time with your husband!” You were contemplating now.

Dinner with Jin did sound nice...

Maybe Mina was right, how long were you going to avoid this? Jin wasn’t a friend anymore, he was your husband and you should have enough trust in him without a damn shithead plaguing your thoughts again.

“Fine.” You make your resolve and Mina exclaims, alarming Hoseok who was serving customers behind the booth from yours.

“What happened?? Is it the baby?!” He shouts and Mina winks at him.

“Hoseok we’re going to be having Mama and Jiah over for the night.”

“What? Why?”

“Because operation get Y/N and Jin together for the second time has officially begun.” Mina smirks in all her glory and you blush.

This was going to be a long night.

***

You pack back and forth in your kitchen, anxiety running through you. Jin was supposed to be home at any minute and this was becoming intolerable for you. You were spending the night with your husband, it wasn’t that big of a deal, people do it all the time; but you weren’t like most people. It had been two years since you had gotten intimate with someone and the thought of it was closely associated with a betrayal.

In short, your general view of it was rather negative.

But you loved Jin, and you wanted to set everything right.

“So um, are you going to keep walking back and forth, or finally notice I’m home?” You abruptly stop on your heels, still not having changed out from your work clothes, to see Jin shrugging off his coat, revealing the black business suit he usually wears to work.

He smiles at you and the years have had a huge effect on him, his natural brown hair having been dyed a blonde shade, surprisingly giving him a more mature look. Instead of the choppy bangs he would usually adorn in college, he had started gelling up his hair to reveal a large portion of his forehead, which would do wonders from his eyebrows constantly being exposed to your eyes. Due to work he would also opt out to wearing suits majority of the time, something you wouldn’t really complain about.

Jin had basically grown to be even more handsome over the years and although you didn’t usually pay so much attention to it, it was now that it felt utterly nerve-wracking to see him like this.

“Hey you okay?” His eyebrows, god his eyebrows, furrow and he walks towards you, feeling worried about your panicked expression. He cups your cheek, looking straight into your eyes and strangely it feels like the world is stopping, but you manage to pull yourself together and step back.

“Yeah I’m fine!” You squeak.

“Where’s your mom and Jiah?” He turns around, scanning the apartment.

“Oh um, there at Hoseok’s and Mina’s for the night...”

“Really? That’s strange...”

“A-actually it was Mina’s suggestion, she thought it would be nice for us to have dinner together.” You gaze at your hands, slightly peeking up to see his reaction.

“Woah that’s awesome!!” He has a huge grin on his face and you’re taken back to college Jin, the best friend of yours with an incredibly endearing childish side. He grabs his coat and shrugs it on, however you feel awkward in the situation, recalling that Mina told you to dress up.

“Come on what are you waiting for?” He says, holding out his hand.

“I-I was going to change.” Jin shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

“You always look nice, what’s the point?” You’re surprised, taking his hand in yours, not being able to contain the faint blush on your cheeks when you head out the door.

***

The dinner was expensive, and you cringe at how costly it would have been but you set that thought aside. You were here to enjoy yourself so it would be better if you weren’t concerned with money for once this evening.

“Ah Mr. and Mrs. Kim, right this way.” The waiter brings you to your table and its almost feels like Jin’s dragging you to the table, your legs feeling like jelly from the lack of strength to properly walk.

You sit down across from Jin and stare at the menu, thoughts racing chaotically in your head. You feel like you shouldn’t have agreed to all this, because now you were just hyper-aware of the fact that Jin was near you and you couldn’t calm down any of your nerves. This wasn’t supposed to be so hard, you’re just having dinner with him at the moment after all, but it seemed so significant.

Did these two years actually bring you farther from Jin?

“So I was thinking I’d go to the Bahama’s with Jiah, you know, blow off tons of money while I’m at it and show her that tigers are definitely stronger than sharks underwater, but don’t worry I’ll send you a postcard.”

There’s a brief silence, but your eyes finally flicker again.

“W-what?” You sound dazed, caught up in your own world. Jin tries to hold back his laugh, but his suspicions were confirmed.

“So I can go to the Bahama’s?” He asks, slightly amused.

“The Bahama’s?!” Your eyes widen. “Kim Seokjin are you crazy?” You exclaim.

“Finally.” He sighs in relief. “I thought I’d never get your attention.”

There’s a look of guilt in your eyes, you were so concerned about the evening that you failed to notice Jin wanting to spend some genuine time with you, but here you were clouding it with your own doubts.

“S-sorry...” He doesn’t seem to mind much, but you still feel bad.

“Alright, tell me what’s wrong.” He looks up from his menu. “You look really stressed out right now, is it work? Damn Yoongi’s gotta go easy on you, I mean I know he’s Hoseok’s friend and all but I don’t like seeing him stress out my wife.”

“No, its not that.” You take a deep breathe. “Its been so long since we’ve gone out like this.”

You think he’s about to retort you on this, but instead he holds your hand, playing around with the ring on your finger that matches his own.

“We became parents before we became husband and wife.” He states, and you’re a little surprised at his acknowledgement of reality. Maybe you weren’t the only one feeling this way...?

“Even though our circumstances didn’t give us the story we wanted, it doesn’t mean we can’t fix it now.” His eyes lock on yours and you wonder if you’re still talking to Jin, but it’s the main difference in him now.

He was your husband, not just your best friend.

Grasping the hand that was holding yours, you smile at his encouragement. “I’d like that.” His sincere eyes don’t leave your own, being glad you were both on the same page.

The food eventually arrives and both of you devour it, not realizing how hungry the two of you were. You occasionally talk through to each other with updates about your lives. You learned that he had become close with his two co-workers, but they were younger than him and would slack off, causing trouble.

“I found them sleeping at their desks Y/N! SLEEPING WHEN THE FIRE ALARM RANG!!” Your stomach hurts at laughing so hard, tears forming in your eyes.

“How,“ You pause, trying to catch your breath, “did they not notice?” His co-workers, Jimin and Taehyung, did sound amusing to you.

“Between the two of us,” He whispers, “I think there the ones who pulled it.” He looks absolutely determined in his answer.

“So you have two idiots pulling fire alarms at your work while I have a boss that’s out to get me.” You conclude, finishing off your food.

“And yet neither of us shared these experiences.” He brings up and you know he’s right. You’re about to answer him back, when a familiar dessert makes its way to your table. Your jaw drops down, not expecting it at all.

Because in front of you, was smores ice cream.

“You...” He has his head propped up with his arm, smiling at you. “You got me ice cream?!”

“It’s actually an experiment, it always calmed you down when you were pregnant so I was thinking it would work when you were stressed.” He knows its worked, because you take the first bite and look like you’re in complete heaven.

“Mmm its so good!!” You exclaim and Jin reaches out to wipe a piece that was on the corner of your mouth. You freeze, nostalgia coming back at you from the gesture. Jin however notices that this time, you didn’t seem to move back with any pain being deeply reflected in your eyes, his presence being captured in them instead.

You had both changed since then.

“Aren’t you going to give me some?” He questions, when you’ve clearly eaten majority of it. You nod and hand him the spoon, but he gestures you to feed him instead. You give him a scoop and he hums at the taste, enjoying it.

“Still stealing my ice cream...” You mumble.

“Sorry? What was that?” He teases, hearing your little remark.

“Nothing!” You smile, and he raises an eyebrow. You wish you could replay this scene in your head forever, because it was just you and Jin, no finances to stress about, no kids to be taken care of, no jobs to be exhausted from.

Just you and Jin.

***

“ARGHH IM SO FULL!!” You yell out, one arm lazily hanging around Jin’s as you walk to his car.

“I think I just went broke from all that ice cream you ordered.” Jin sighs and you snicker.

“I wasn’t the one paying for it~” He playfully glares at you.

“You’re evil.”

“You married this evilness.”

“Good point, I should have married the ice cream instead.” Opening the car door, you sit inside. He starts the car and you feel relaxed, but that doesn’t last too long.

You were heading home...

Tension consumes you again while Jin drives, unaware to what Mina had planned for the two of you tonight. You start coming back into that restlessness state again, the way you were in the restaurant before Jin managed to calm you down. Before you know it, the car stops and you’ve arrived at your apartment, walking into the building. Uneasiness seeping in again, the only thing you can do is mindlessly follow him into the apartment.

Jin shrugs off his coat and unlaces his shoes, walking into your bedroom while yawning. You realize you’re losing the single opportunity Mina had granted you, and you weren’t going to let it slip from your hands so easily.

“Jin!” You say, not wanting him to leave.

Jin turns around looking confused, “Yeah Y/N?” He asks as you slowly step towards him. You don’t what to say, or how to say it, especially when he caresses your cheek in his warm hand and looks at you with those radiant, expectant eyes of his.

You unconsciously lean forward.

He’s caught completely off guard when you capture his lips against your own, but he kisses you back, cherishing any moment he got the chance to do so. The kiss starts off purely innocent, as majority of your kisses were, however Jin raises an eyebrow when he sees your hands begin to slowly hover over his torso. You suddenly push him against the bedroom door, fisting his shirt in your hands and start to trail soft kisses down from his jaw to his throat.

Jin’s breathing rapidly increases from the action however he feels confused.

“Y/N wha-“ He’s at a loss of words when you suck harshly on the skin of his collarbone, causing a deep groan to escape from him.

He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Jin laces his hands around your waist, swiftly picking you up in his arms and entering your bedroom. Placing you on the bed, he loosens his tie and hovers over you, before descending down. He kisses you feverishly, losing himself completely and depriving you from any oxygen you needed to breathe. Tilting his head and deepening the kiss, you let out a gasp when he slips in his tongue in and explores your hot caverns.

A moan involuntarily escapes from your lips when he bites down on the soft flesh of your lip, clutching onto the back of his shirt to bring him closer to you. He starts attacking your jawline and neck, sucking harshly on the skin to leave bruises in the shape of his lips. You bite down on your lips when he reaches the juncture behind your ear, letting out a muffled moan when he bites down and then sooths the area with his tongue. His hands make their way to the front of your blouse, slowing unbuttoning it.

Your chest rises rapidly, your heartbeat ringing through your ears.

“I love you.”

Your eyes immediately widen.

“I love you Y/N, I will always love you.” Jungkook pants out when you let out a whine, his words just influencing the effect he was having on you. He continues to unbutton your shirt, leaving small kisses on the presence of your soft skin, which causes a giggle to leave you.

“I love you too Jungkook.” You say with a sigh, bringing him closer to your own embrace.

You fist the sheets underneath you, tears welling up in your eyes. You quickly cover your mouth with your hand, but its too late when you hear the harsh sob escape from you.

Jin immediately looks up, eyes completely blown out in lust and his chest rapidly rises and falls, but he stops his actions at once when he notices the trembling of your shoulders.

“Y/N?” He breathes out, cupping your face in his hands when he notices you trying to hide yourself behind your hands. He’s afraid that he must have done something wrong, that he had let his own desires overtake him to the point of hurting you.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” He leans his forehead against yours, “we can stop we don’t have to do this.”

You open your tear stained eyes and stare into his, letting you see everything he was feeling. You can see the intensity in his eyes, the desire he was having for you and yet you can see him holding himself back for you, controlling himself from the temptation.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, but your voice cracks, “It isn’t you, it was never you.” Jin’s eyes look at you puzzled, but the words sink in and he knows exactly what you’re saying.

You’re surprised when you see Jin’s eyes now reflect anguish in them, instead of the anger you had been expecting. They flicker again, disregarding the emotion before he protectively embraces you in his arms.

“Y/N I’m not him, I’ll never be him, I won’t leave you.” Although it does bother him greatly to be compared to someone else, he knows the effect its left on you and the last thing he wants to do is dig deeper into your scars.

“Y/N, I don’t want to force you into anything.” He whispers, his words bringing so much reassurance to you.

Its extremely comforting to know, that Jin holds your fragile, vulnerable broken heart in his own two hands, but you don’t see him brutally closing his fists and shattering it into tiny pieces.

Instead he caresses it gently, protecting it at all costs and ensuring it would stay whole no matter what.

Even at the cost of his own feelings.

“I love you.” The words come out quietly, but they flow out with so much ease, no more doubt being present to cloud your mind.

Jin raises his head and looks into your eyes, anxiously searching if those words were directed towards him.

“I love you so much Kim Seokjin.” Something in his eyes crack and he furiously kisses you when he hears those words, his kiss being full of heavy passion.

“Say it,” He whispers, “Say it again,” He leaves open mouthed kisses on your throat, making your eyes flutter shut and your hands reach out for his soft blonde locks.

“I love you Jin.” You breathe out and he strips you of your white blouse, letting you be on full display for his wandering eyes.

Covering his face in the crook of your neck, he groans and sounds defeated. “Why did you have to wear lace?” He lets out and you’re about to giggle at his comment but hear a small click, his hands working to take the material of your lacey bra off.

You realize your top off is completely bare to him and you attempt to cover yourself when his staring becomes too prolonged. He pins your wrists against the bed and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t ever try to hide your beautiful self from me.” He shrugs off his suit jacket and throws it in some corner of your room, taking one of your exposed buds into the warm heat of his mouth. You gasp when he circles his tongue around it and rubs his thumb in excoriating circles against the other one, the stimulation being too much for you. You let out a cry when he sucks on the bud, the sensation bringing a tinge of pleasure to you and causing heat to pool down at your centre.

You clutch desperately at his back, the material of his shirt feeling like too much of a hinderance to you.

You tug on it annoyed and Jin understands what you want, pulling on his tie and unbuttoning it. He smirks at your frustrated reaction when he unbuttons each one extremely slowly and you eventually have to whine for him to hurry up.

Letting the silky material fall from his shoulders, your eyes widen at how lean and built he was, his shoulders appearing to be much broader to you. He leans down towards your arms and you run your hands over the smooth expanse his chest and abdomen. His bare chest presses against your own and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body when he moves to trail kisses down your neck. You flutter your eyes shut, being so consumed in the feeling of his lips.

You soon feel a tug on your pencil skirt, before Jin harshly tugs it off and exposes your thighs. He stares into your eyes, his chest heaving and a layer of sweat covering his skin.

You’ve never seen something so beautiful.

“That skirt of yours...has been driving me nuts these past two years.” Your breath hitches at his words, noticing his eyes have turned significantly darker.

“Do you know how many times,” He leans down to your ear, “you would bend over,” he whispers, “and be on full display for me?” He deeply exhales, “How I would have to control myself around you?” You feel a throbbing sensation at your core from his words and it causes you to unconsciously rub your thighs together, in need of some desperate relief. Jin’s eyes catch the action and a small smirk makes its way to his lips.

“Would you like some help with that?” He whispers, and you know exactly where you needed him already.

“Y-yes Jin, hurry up please.” You whine and he darkly chuckles before descending down to your core.

He slides your panties down with a flicker of his finger and pushes your thighs apart, sliding you to the edge of the bed and then pinning them down with his iron grip. When his eyes lands on the sight of your wetness, he groans.

“Y/N, I won’t be able to hold back.” He truthful declares and you nod furiously, needing some kind of relief from his prolonged teasing.

He starts off with a trail of kisses along your inner thighs and your breath quickens when he reaches closer to your core, hovering over it. He pauses and you can’t help the desperate whining that escapes you.

“Jin pleas-AH!’ Your body immediately reacts, fisting the sheets underneath you when he licks a stride up your folds. He doesn’t start off slow at all, instead completely devouring you with his tongue and indulging in the warmth of your walls. He eats you out almost like he’s a starving man, being deprived completely from the sweetness of your core. His tongue reaches places you had forgotten even existed and you’re soon a panting mess, roughly grabbing onto his hair to bring him closer. He inserts a digit in your walls, curling it only slightly but enough to make you whimper loudly. Adding two fingers more, he stretches you out completely and your walls soon start clenching around them when he reaches a place that has you seeing stars.

Your vision goes hazy and your body violently shakes when your climax hits you, your toes curling at the sensation. Coming down from your high, Jin brings his lips to yours and you taste a bit of yourself on them. He grinds his hips against your own, letting you feel how hard he had become.

“This is what you do to me.” He pants out and you buck your hips into his, needing him inside of you right away. Jin reaches down and unbuckles his belt, kicking off the remainder of his clothes from the bed. He lines his length with your entrance and reaches out to interlace his hand with yours.

“Are you ready?” He asks, looking at you with eyes full of devotion and letting you know that you still had the chance to tell him to stop.

“Yes yes, please Jin.” You rolls your hips against him again and he groans. He pushes through, halfway in before the stretch starts to become too much for you.

“Shit.” You wince, clenching your eyes shut.

“Are you okay?” He asks, eyes looking down at you in concern.

“I’m fine, just keep going.” You pant out, keeping your eyes shut tightly.

Jin squeezing your hand in reassurance and continues, pushing all the way in. Your walls tightly clench on his thick length, trying to accommodate to his size. He stays still and peppers soft kisses on your lips and neck, attempting to distract you from the pain.

Pleasure replaces the pain soon and you rock your hips against his, gesturing for him to move. Jin moves slowly initially rolling his hips sensually against yours.

“Jin g-go faster.” Your voice is thickly laced with desire, needing him right now.

His eyes darken at your words and before you know it, he’s slamming into you at a rapid pace erupting a loud moan from you. You look with hazy eyes to see Jin’s face contorted with pleasure, his wet hair dripping with sweat. He grabs your thighs, hooking it over his hip bone and starts hitting your sweet spot, making you cry out in pleasure.

“R-right there Jin, right there.” He lets out a rough moan and your chest is heaving, gasping desperately for air.

“I-I love you Y/N, I love you so much.” Jin whispers repeatedly in a mantra, as if it they were the only words he knew to say.

“I love you too.” You hold on him when your walls begin to clench, rapidly reaching your high once again. His warm seed shoots into you, en-coating your walls essence in it and Jin buries his head in your neck, letting out a strangled moan. You soon follow him when you go through your second orgasm, clutching onto him tightly when your body shakes.

You stay like that for a moment, both of you panting and gasping, drenched in sweat. Jin pecks your lips softly, and you contently sigh against them. You discover you never let go of his hand, still being attached to one another and a smile arises when you see the light glint of your ring shining. Jin turns his attention to your view and a soft smile works it way to his lips.

“Seeing you pregnant with my child doesn’t seem like such a far-fetched idea anymore.” He leans his forehead on yours, and the idea of a smaller you and Jin running around makes you giggle. Jin’s ears perk up at the sound and he kisses you again.

“Calm down, I’m not going to get pregnant so easily again.”

“Well that just means we’re going to have to try more than once.” He whispers against your ear seductively, tracing the outline of your body with his fingertips which makes you blush. He grinds his hips against yours and you let out a low moan, the idea arousing you but your body not wanting to compel.

“Jinn!” You whine, “I’m tired...” You let out a sigh, knowing you would need a decent nap before round two.

“Alright, alright.” Jin says, slipping out of you and you feel the aftermath of your night pool in between your legs, making you squirm. Jin reaches out and grabs some tissues, wiping the remains with them. Throwing the tissues out he laces an arm around your waist, embracing your form against his and you get lulled into a deep sleep.

***

You wake up to the feeling of your body feeling incredibly sore, the aftermath of last night’s events being too evident. You feel Jin’s soft breathing against your bare back, causing you to slowly roll over to face him. His blonde bangs hang down and he has a peaceful expression painted on his face, looking completely content. You face him and reach out to push his bangs out of his face, his eyes fluttering open at the action.

“Good morning.” You whisper, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Morning.” He reaches out for you, pulling you closer to him. He nuzzles his face in the juncture of your neck and sighs.

“I want to stay like this forever.” His voice is thick with sleep and you know he’s bound to fall asleep again if you did.

“Me too, but the others will be here soon.” You whisper and he lets out a small whine, holding you even closer to him. You giggle at the sound, knowing that convincing him to get out of bed wasn’t going to be a simple task.

“Come on Jin, let’s get up.” You try to move but he keeps you pinned down.

“Jin…” You say annoyed.

“Let’s just stay here, its so warm.” He retorts and you roll your eyes.

“But we both have to go to work, and I need to see Jiah. Besides we won’t get a lot done just lying around in bed all day.” You say but Jin abruptly rolls on top of you, gazing darkly at you and you gasp.

“I can think of some work we can get done here.” He presses his lips against yours, before softly trailing them down to your jaw, neck and then collarbone.

“Jin…” You sigh out, already feeling aroused again.

Maybe staying in bed all day wasn’t such a bad idea…

“We’re home!!” Mina yells out, the front door slamming open.

Yeah, nevermind…

Jin lets out a loud groan and you laugh when he rolls off of you in frustration. The realization that your two year old daughter was probably outside of your door waiting to see you quickly motivates you to change, an action that ends up with you throwing Jin’s shirt at him.

“First pillows, now my shirt…” He mumbles, throwing it on and slowly buttoning it up.

“What was that?” You innocently ask, slyly grabbing the pillow on your bed.

“I’m going to go see Jiah!” Jin says, fully dressed and running out of the room as fast as possible.

You walk into the room completely dressed, seeing Jin holding Jiah in his arms and asking her how her visit at Aunt Mina’s was. The sight leaves a warm smile on your face, seeing the two of them together was always a scene to cherish.

“So…” Mina says, breaking you out of your stare, “how was last night…?” She trails off, expectantly hoping you would finish the sentence for her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You simply state.

“Nice bruises you got there.” She gestures to your neck and you slap a hand onto it immediately, not realizing that the purple patches of skin were clearly visible to her eyes.

“And this is why you listen to Mina~” She smiles and you rolls your eyes, even though you were definitely grateful for her help.

Jiah looks up excited when she sees you walking up to her, launching herself into your embrace. You giggle when she snuggles up to you and doesn’t let you go.

“Mommy I missed you!” She exclaims.

“I missed you too.” You sincerely say, not liking when you were apart from her either.

“I’ve really missed you a lot too.” Jin whispers behind you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen to cook breakfast.

A faint smile appears on your lips, glad that things were okay between the two of you now and that there was nothing holding you back anymore.

“Jiah do you want to help me make some pancakes?” Jin asks, causing your two year old daughter to sprint towards him, small excited giggles leaving her mouth when she stands next to her father and Jin laughs at her eagerness.

Its ironic to you, how most people spend endless amount of time searching to find that one special person they want to spend the rest of there lives with, feeling so fortunate when they actually find their significant other.

Looking up you see your best friend with you, joking around with you in between class and helping you out along the way. He drives you nuts, but he’s been there for you when you’ve needed him and you can’t see yourself living life without him.

The image before you suddenly distorts and you see your husband in front of you, holding your daughter in his arms while he attempts to cook oddly shaped pancakes and jokes about it along the way. He works endlessly with you, takes care of your daughter and is the hand that always lifts you up when you fall down, making you feel so grateful to have someone like him by your side.

“Y/N?” He asks, wondering why you were still standing there by yourself.

Its ironic to you, as you move forward and stand next to him with a soft smile.

That you didn’t even need to look too far.

***

A couple of weeks later…

“Y/N are you okay?” Jin urgently asks, seeing you completely speechless with tears pooling in the corners of your eyes after emerging from the bathroom.

“Jin…” You whisper, right when the epiphany strikes you.

“What is it Y/N? What’s wrong?” He questions you with concern, only to be handed a stick with two positive lines being showcased.

“Y/N…a-are you..?” He’s in complete disbelief, however you only nod your head with tears of joy. A smile instantly breaks out from him and he embraces you in his arms, feeling so happy with the discovery.

He kisses you with tenderness, and you smile to yourself, recalling when you had first found out.

You wipe your mouth from the terrible aftertaste you had from evacuating all of your insides down the toilet. You reach out for your cupboard and pull out the all too familiar stick from it. You had been late and though it was the least of your worries, you were starting to get a bit anxious now. After a few moments pass, your result comes out and reality takes a surprising twist for you, giving you the one thing that felt like the final cherry on top to your story.

You were pregnant.

With Jin’s child.

***

Author’s Note: And that’s a wrap folks! I would really like to just take a moment and thank all of you for reading this, it means a lot. I initially had a hard time with this series as it is my first one and I had my doubts, but I’m glad I chose to write it and share it with all of you! It’s really given me the confidence and motivation to continue writing, something I didn’t realize I needed. I’m also extremely grateful for all of you that kept up to date with the series and sent such lovely messages to me about it ^.^

Again thank you so much for taking the time to read this and going on this journey with me, Y/N and Jin send lots of love!♡

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Give me Back My Hometown

Home Away From Home (Ch. 4)

Catch up with Chapter 1-3 here!

TRR AU: Drake decided to leave the engagement tour in LA after they found Tariq, what will that mean for Drake and Emma? Will she end up with Liam?

Pairing: Drake x MC (Emma Barnes); Liam x MC

Warnings: a little angst

Word Count: 1,612

Last Time: Drake landed in a small town called Julian, CA and it’s basically a mini Cordonia! While he’s there, he finds himself reminiscing about his time in Italy with Emma, and how he’d found himself falling more and more for her.

Chapter 4: Give Me Back My Hometown

After Drake spent a few weeks getting settled in and getting to know the town, he decided it was finally time to look for a job. Of course, no one in town was hiring, he thought he had completely struck out until he found an orchard/winery just a few miles outside of town. They were looking for someone to tend to the orchard, give tours etcetera. Basically, whatever needed to get done was his job if he wanted it. It was perfect for him, outdoors, no fake smiles and courtly politics, just him and a couple others working on this orchard. The owner hired him on the spot and was taking him outside for a tour when they ran into someone. She was pretty, olive skin with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, she flashed a bright white smile and looked Drake up and down.

“Hey! There you are, think you can give Drake here the tour? He's going to be working here with us from now on.” The owner asked.

“Sure thing. Follow me, Drake.” She went straight into the orchard, spewing out facts about the different kinds of apples, which ones are used in which wine, it was almost dizzying to keep up with her, but Drake was managing.

“So, do you have any questions?”

“Yeah, I never caught your name.”

“Emmalynn, but everyone calls me Emma. You can call me Em though, I only let people I like call me that.” She winked. Drake sucked in a breath and stumbled back. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, he felt dizzy and hot, stumbling back again until he hit a tractor where he steadied himself. His vision was blurry, but he could see and hear her talking to him, probably asking what the hell was wrong with him. Drake closed his eyes and focused on his feet on the ground, slowly everything came back into focus.

“Drake! Oh my God, I need to call 911.”

“Don't.” He opened his eyes and she looked relieved, but still very concerned.

“He speaks. What the hell just happened.”

“I'm sorry. Can I call you, Lynn? Or maybe, Emmy? I just… I can't---” he looked at her hoping she could understand what he was trying to say. He couldn't call her Em, he called her that when he really wanted her attention. He couldn't call her Emma because, well for obvious reasons, and he couldn't call her by her last name because that was their thing. She eyed him curiously but nodded.

“Emmy is fine I guess.” Drake let out a shaky breath and stood.

“Thank you. I'm sorry. I'm fine now, I promise.”

“Well the tour is done, we can walk back now.” They walked in awkward silence, the strange moment from earlier hanging between them.

“Want to tell me what that was all about?”

“No.” She shrugged.

“Fine. You gonna be able to do this work?”

“Yes. I'm fine. It won't happen again.” She nodded, unsure.

“I'll see you back here tomorrow then, bright and early.” Drake went to his new cabin home and collapsed onto the couch, a bottle of whiskey in hand. He thought about texting Liam but changed his mind. He knew that wasn't a good idea. He couldn't believe his odds, he finds a small town in California, middle of nowhere mountains. It reminded him of Cordonia, of course, the one place that's hiring and he has to work with a beautiful woman named Emma. Sure, she didn't look like his Emma, but her looks were just a part of it, the mention of her name affected him so intensely. Of course, it had to be an Emma, the woman he loved and was so desperate to escape, now he would have a permanent reminder of her, he couldn't leave. This place felt like home, it felt like he was supposed to be here, at least he had come up with a compromise. Emmy, he liked the way it rolled off his tongue, Emmy, Emmy, Emmy, he chanted over and over to himself to get thoughts of her out of his head.

Drake dragged himself out of bed early the next morning and poured himself a large travel mug of coffee. She had haunted his sleep the night before, every kiss, every touch, every sweet moment they'd ever shared, but it always ended the same with her telling him she couldn't make a decision. The only comfort he found in that was the look of her face, it told him that at least she was hurting a fraction of as much as him. He had a job to do though and he had to go face Emmy, he couldn't think about her right now.

The sun had just risen by the time he got there, and he was grateful to see someone besides Emmy waiting for him, the owner was there instead. Despite not being with Emmy he found himself stealing glances at her every time they passed and then averting his eyes when she looked in their direction. He was curious about her, wanted to know more, but he wasn't looking for a rebound and so he knew he needed to keep his distance. So, he did, every day for work he avoided her like the plague; like his life depended on it. Finally, one day she got sick of it.

“Drake!” He snapped his head up and saw her, he looked for a place to run, but she was already headed towards him.

“What’s up, Emmy?”

“Clearly, you're working through something, whatever it is, or whoever it was, really did a number on you. Sometimes I find the best way to move on is to completely cut the past out of my life.” Drake opened his mouth to respond but she kept talking.

“I know you didn’t ask for my advice, but if we're going to work together I want to at least be friends. We can't do that if you keep avoiding me, it's been weeks since I had a real conversation with you, Drake. That's all I had to say though, get back to work.” She strut away leaving Drake standing there speechless, she had a point. He tried to focus the rest of the day, but Emmy’s words kept bouncing around in his head, completely cut out the past. He was going to take the weekend to think about it, then he checked the date. His friends would be in New York now or any day, they'd cleared her name. She’d be announced as Liam's fiancé in just days at the Homecoming Ball, Liam would text him, he didn't know about her and Drake. He couldn't deal with that, he'd made progress, he had stopped thinking about her every waking moment, wondering what she was doing, if she missed him. He drove into town, the closet out of the mountains that he needed to go to for big things, and changed his number again, not bothering to text Liam. He knew that if he needed to get ahold of Liam, he had his number memorized. He thought what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, he had no idea how wrong he was though. He didn't realize Liam had already proposed and she'd turned him down, and he didn't realize that tonight was the Homecoming Ball. He had no idea how desperately his best friend needed him that night, while he sat alone at the bar sipping on a whiskey, Emmy sliding in next to him.

“Drake.”

“Hey, Emmy.” He gave her a small smile and she studied him closely, frowning.

“You seem different.” he shrugged, he did feel different though, he felt free, lighter, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He was also drunk so that probably contributed to what happened next.

“I took your advice Emmy, I cut out the past completely. You'll uh, need my new number.” She raised her eyebrows at him and he felt a blush creeping to his cheeks.

“For work and stuff.”

“Drake, are you trying to flirt?” She chuckled. Drake's gaze darted down to his whiskey, he felt so dumb.

“It's okay. I like seeing this side of you.” She grabbed his phone and put her number in, smiling as she handed it back to him.

“Thanks, Emmy.” He downed his whiskey and looked at her, “can I get you one?” She smiled and nodded. He signaled the bartender for two more.

“You wanna talk about it?” Drake contemplated for a moment and then nodded, he hadn't had anyone to talk about it with, maybe that'd help. He usually talked to Liam about everything but this was one thing he couldn't talk to him about.

“As long as you're prepared to hear all about her, Barnes, the one who broke my heart.”

She contemplated him, and then smiled, she could tell he needed this.

“It seems like there's more to the story than that.”

“You have no idea.”

“Let's hear it, Drake.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Barnes. That's what I called her because I didn't want to like her when I first met her, it became our thing. I didn't want to like her because she was there for my best friend, and he was in love with her. Love at first sight when we met her in New York at some little dive bar. I thought she was beautiful, and I pushed her away, I was awful to her, she was stubborn though, kept pushing back. Liam, my best friend, asked me to keep an eye on her, and so we got closer.

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