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capaimagines · 3 years

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jackson wang - forever yours

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader | Genre: angst | Warnings: none | WC: 2.0k

part two

“You look gorgeous in that dress,” Jackson smiled, leaning in and kissing your temple. You looked up at him with a huge smile on your face, eyes full of nothing but love an adoration for the man in front of you, “Be my girlfriend?” He asked with a giggle to which you had immediately nodded your head, leaning up to place a kiss to his lips. It had been months since you wanted to hear that question and you finally heard it.

Sure, it was going to be rough, most relationships were. You were both constantly busy; you were coming to the end of your master’s degree as well as working part time, it took a lot of energy from you. As for Jackson, he was an idol and managed his own company. It was going to be difficult but the both of you were so determined to make it work, not matter what.

Until it no longer worked.

Roughly two years after the two of you started dating did the late nights start. You were always pulling all nighters to work on projects and your long thesis. Jackson on the other hand was always either at the studio preparing for their next album, filming variety shows or even promoting overseas. Due to the late nights, he’d just stay at the dorms with the guys, not wanting to wake you up at odd hours of the night and sometimes it was just more convenient.

You were working part time at a little café by night and a diligent student during the day. On top of finishing your thesis and searching for internships, there wasn’t much time you had to spare in your day for yourself, let alone Jackson. With his frequent trips back and forth to China and overseas to promote his brand, there was little time he could spare for himself, let alone you.

At first you brushed it aside, wanting to fight hard to make this work for the both of you. You had ignored it at first, both of you still making it work the best you could. You knew what you were signing up for when you said yes to being his girlfriend two years ago. You knew he was going to have times where he was unbelievably busy, times when he would be too tired to drive back to your shared apartment and crash at the dorm. Though you always had that hope deep inside.

Jackson also knew that you were going to have a busy schedule with college and work. You wanted to finish school, get your degree, find a job in your field. You were always adamant, you never once expected Jackson to pay for everything. This was for you to deal with. Even though he would have no problem in helping you out financially, he knew this was your dream. That you liked the feeling of being independent and he didn’t want to take that away from you.

At first, it was rough, the two of you were practically attached at the hip. Always together and when times got busy there were plenty of late-night phone calls, messages, and facetime calls. Just the fact that you were able to talk to one another and see each other, even if it was over a phone screen, was enough for you two. Both of you loved each other so much; so determined to make this work. Until it wasn’t anymore.

Eventually, Jackson became busier and busier. The late-night phone calls stopped or only lasted several minutes, until they almost stopped altogether. Lengthy messages or even ones reminding you how much he loved you and missed you turned into one-worded messages. I love you was barely said anymore, even though you both felt it. You couldn’t place all the blame on him, you also were at fault.

In your last semester of school, it was crunch time. You had been picking up extra shifts too in order to save up some extra money until you found your internship. With the late hours of working on your thesis, answering the phone didn’t happen all the time anymore. Usually you would tell him that you were busy and would call him back. The first few times, you would call him back. Until it started getting later and later and eventually, you’d fall asleep in front of your laptop and it completely left your mind.

This wasn’t working, for either of you. As much as it pained you, as much as you felt your heart breaking every time you thought of it, you knew it needed to happen. Deep down, Jackson knew too. Despite how much the two of you loved each other, it was an idea neither of you wanted to fathom. An idea that neither of you ever thought would become a reality. Not for you two.

“We need to talk,” You said, biting your bottom lip to keep your voice from trembling.

Jackson sighed, walking in and closing the door. He walked up to hug you to which you couldn’t help but squeeze him back. It had been months since you’d last seen each other in person. Months since you felt him against you. Months since you were able to run your fingers through his hair, kiss his lips, hold his hand. Months since you last smelled him.

“I know,” He said sadly, kissing the top of your head. He held your hand and pulled you towards the couch, sitting down and interlocking both of your hands together tightly. You both knew what was coming, what needed to be done. Though, saying the words out loud made both of your hearts shatter into a million pieces because neither of you really wanted this, you thought you could do it.

“Jackson, I-,” You had to stop yourself as the tears were already piling up and threatening to fall.

He squeezed your hand tightly, the words becoming harder to say out loud. Deep down neither of you wanted to stop. You truly adored each other and envisioned your futures together in creating a family, watching your children run around the yard and take in who had who’s features. To see you walking down the aisle with your beautiful smile as well as your body hugging a beautiful, expensive white dress. You dreamed of spending the rest of your lives by each other's side. You both wanted that more than anything at one point. You both had things you were still reaching for, both still had dreams you wanted to achieve before all of that.

“Y/N, I-I love you,” He stuttered out as you held your breath.

You felt stupid for not being able to say the words. That you were about to let the man you love, the man you pictured spending the rest of your days with until you were both old with gray hair and chasing each other around in wheelchairs, speak the godforsaken words that were about to shatter both of your worlds. You couldn’t even bring yourself to spare him that.

“This isn’t working, Jackson,” You breathed out.

You don’t know what came over you. You couldn’t allow him to hurt more than he was already hurting. While you knew he was breaking, his face in front of you contorted into what looked like actual physical pain, you couldn’t allow him to speak those words because it would break him entirely.

“Jackson, I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ll still love you, but we can’t do this anymore, baby. We both know it’s not working. It’s hurting us more being together. Hurting us more that we are dying to be with each other but we can’t.”

You took a deep breath, doing your best to keep your voice steady, “I fully support you and I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes, but this,” You gestured between the two of you, “This isn’t how our relationship should be. We both have so many things going on, Jackson. We have so many dreams, goals and aspirations,” You closed your eyes, taking another deep breath before speaking, “We need to break up.”

You opened your eyes and let the tears fall the second you looked into his eyes. Silent tears were already streaming down his. You could literally feel the pain he was feeling in his chest. As if on instinct, you clutched your hands to your chest, feeling a dull ache building, Jackson doing the same.

“You’re my biggest dream, Y/N. We can try again, we can make this work,” He pleaded.

You sniffled, cupping his cheek with one of your hands. Oh, how you wish it could work. That you two could make this work. You weren’t in any position to be traveling the world with him yet and you were not about to ask him to give up everything he had worked so hard for, for years before he met you, to stay with you. You would not take his dreams away.

“You’re mine too, baby, but right now, it’s just not right. We need to accomplish everything we want first.” He let out a strangled sob and you felt your heart shatter even more, if that was even possible.

“In the future?” He asked quietly, forehead pressed against yours, his hand covering the one you had on his cheek. Pressing into his skin like it was the last moments of your lives.

You let out a choked sob, nodding your head, “The future, baby. I’m yours. Forever yours.”

It took a moment before he finally stood up, slowly making his way towards the door. You trailed behind him, wanting to wait until he left before you could break down completely. You didn’t want to hurt him more than he was already hurting. But seeing him, the once bright, happy, positive, loud person you fell in love with, looking like nothing but a shell of that person right now. Red eyes, puffy cheeks, tears falling off his face. The way his chest heaved unevenly as he tried to keep his emotions contained. It broke you more than you could ever break. Wanting nothing more than to take him into your arms, to assure him that this could work, that you two could make it happen. You couldn’t lie to him anymore. You couldn’t lie to yourself.

Jackson knew that. While he wanted nothing more than to just pick you up and run away, somewhere far away where none of this could affect either of you. Where it could just be you and him in a nice house and living out the rest of your days together. He was smart; he knew that couldn’t happen right now. As much as he wanted that, as much as his heart and his head were screaming for that, he loved his work. He loved his job and he wasn’t ready to give all that up yet.

He flinched as you wrapped your arms around him, taking in shaky breaths and burying your face into his chest. His arms automatically came around you, pulling you even closer. If only you two could mold together right now. Be one with each other.

“Kiss me, Y/N,” He said as he tilted your chin up gently.

You did just that, your chapped and tear stained lips meeting his. While you both could taste the saltiness of the tears, the love and passion in that kiss was enough to tell you both that this was it. This was the end.

No more late-night phone calls. No more morning sex or cuddling. No more spontaneous dinner dates and movie nights. No more surprising him at work or him surprising you by coming home early. It was truly going to end now as he walked out the door.

He turned to face you, face scrunched up in pain, hurt, and love, “I’ll always love you, Y/N. Always.”

You let out a whimper, kissing his cheek one last time, “I’ll always love you, Jackson. Goodbye.”

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mcu-fan-fics-blog · 3 years

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The Helping Hand

Summary: Y/N Krast Illegitimate Daughter of Tony Stark. Product of an unwanted teen pregnancy. What would Howard Stark be capable of doing to assure his sons future? What will happen when Tony meets our Beautiful, young, genius, rich philanthropist.

Word Count: 3000 approx

A/N: Sorry for the wait I've been a little busy the last couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Next chapter will be Civil war I hope to upload again soon. In the mean time if you have some ideas or thoughts send them my way.

Tw: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug use, Drug addiction, Teen Pregnancy. (If there are any I missed please tell me.)

Ch.7

Chapter 8: Time and Irony Walk Hand in Hand

Ch.9

"Well this is nice…" You say as Natasha drags you along. You see currently you and Natasha are quote on quote shaking a tail. Whatever that means… "Shut up and keep moving." You stop moving and pull your arm away. "Stop Nat we've gone far enough. It was probably just a coincidence we didn't really get that far from the food truck." Finally taking the time to catch your breath. "I think we should get back to the compound. Tony and Bruce must be waiting for me." You say looking around for a cab lucky for you one stopped right before you and you got in.

The ride back to the Compound was quiet. When she's about to make her way in, you stop her. "Nat… I know that didn't go the way either of us wanted it to go but I still had fun. And again what I'm trying to say is that I would like to do things your way, candlelit, waiters, and wine. If you want to of course." You fidget with your fingers waiting for her response. "Y/n I would love to… but I like the way you do things. You're not the Wine and Dine type... I like that." She mentions as she walks back in. You quickly follow suit after she makes a comment about your blatant staring.

Once you stop on the elevator FRIDAY greets you. Telling you that Tony and Bruce are waiting for you in the lab. "Well Nat this is goodbye for now, see you around." You say stepping off of the elevator. Suddenly this weight comes crashing down on you. Remembering what Bruce told you the worry in his eyes. Dread fills your body when you're walking towards the lab. "Guys I'm back… anything good for me?" You state casually trying your hardest not to sound hopeful. "Well yes and no…" Tony states putting the tablet down. "I'm going to be honest with you… your heart is trashed, absolute garbage."

"Way to make a girl feel special." You say with a dry laugh. "But I think we can build something. And with my arc reactor technology we can make it work." He states tapping at his chest. This is where Bruce jumps in "with the help of Dr. Cho we could try and make a new cradle… and use it for its intended purpose this time around. Making a heart powered by the arc reactor." You nod taking all the information in. "Well this is good right? How long would this take." This is where both Tony and Bruce go quiet. "Y/n the process is relatively easy, what's difficult is getting our hands on the Vibranium."

"Which is basically a non existent problem at this point… Bruce is just paranoid, my contact will pan out you'll see." Tony jumps back in clearly annoyed that Bruce was disclosing such trivial issues. "Even if we do get the Vibranium Y/n there's something we don't know… If you'll even survive the transplant." Your eyes meet his and he elaborates. "Your body might not be strong enough to handle it." Suddenly the inevitability of the situation dawns upon you. "Well I'm still doing it… I'm dying anyways. What difference does it make if it's a month from now or five. I'm doing it."

"Well, let not be hasty alright. We can still look for other alternatives." Bruce tries to argue. "Look, this is Y/n's decision. She's old enough to make her own decisions. Plus the more we work on this the higher survival chances are." Tony argues. You clear your throat when you notice some visitors standing by the door. "How long have they been there?" You ask, trying to mask your anger. Pietro and Steve both give you sheepish smiles that don't quite reach their eyes. "Look Y/n we just wanted to make sure you were okay… and by the looks of it you're not."

You stand making your way to stand in front of Steve who had just taken a defensive stance. "Well you're right I'm not okay. Now what are you going to do about it Cap… Other than feeling pity every time you look at me." You say pushing your finger on his chest. "This does not leave this room you understand?" You say looking at both Steve and Pietro. "But, My sister…" You nod "Figure it out pretty boy. Now if you could leave the adults have to talk." They both sigh but take their leave. You turn and notice Tony and Bruce staring, not saying anything. You can only laugh at the sight.

As much as you did want to be mad you couldn't. You were starting to come to terms with the fact that your business was now becoming their business. "I just wanted to watch them squirm." You clarify making Tony laugh. "Well I'd say you achieved that." Bruce mentions. "I'll give them til the end of the day. What do you think?" You say looking at Tony. "How much are you willing to bet, Billionaire to Billionaire?" He asks, challenging you. "50 million dollars." He scoffs. "Don't be a prude, make it Euros." You nod. "Best money there is." You say agreeing with him. "I'll hold you to that Y/n." He says as you leave the lab.

Two days later you were busy. You'd been in contact with Bruce and Pepper. Currently you were looking for someone to mentor. Someone you could leave your legacy with. Logan was an obvious choice but you knew he wouldn't take it. "You wanna give it a break Y/n you're not going to find the perfect candidate in so little time." Logan mentions. When suddenly your secretary enters with more forms. "Ms. Krast these are the applications from Midtown Science High. There's only four. Liz Allan, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, and uhh Peter Parker." You sigh with a smile forming on your lips. "They've got to be here my mentee. These kids are geniuses."

You say as you look through the applications. Slowly crossing off the first two, that Flash kid and Liz. Ned and Peter it was a tough choice until you saw some of yourself in Peter's eyes. "It's him." You say under your breath catching Logan's attention. "Peter Parker… I want him, he will be the future of our company. Make arrangements. I want him to feel welcomed." You say as you start to gather your things. "Send out the acceptance letter today." You say to Logan on your way out. "Will do Boss." He says with a smile growing on his face as he reads the file. Peter didn't have it easy on the contrary he lived through a lot but he still managed to be him.

The next week went by in a blur. Your will and testament were drafted and certified. You were set on that end and now on the other front. You were currently parked outside Midtown High waiting for the bell to ring. When it does a couple of minutes pass when a fresh faced kid is knocking on your window. "Y/n Krast nice to meet you kid." You say rolling down the window. He seems a little nervous. "Come on in Peter. We're going to get to know each other a little before we begin working with the internship." He nods enthusiastically, a small smile forming on his lips. "Tell me about your Peter, I mean outside of what I already know."

"Well I'm what most people would call a nerd. My aunt may always say that's not true but it is." You hum in agreement pulling out of the school parking lot. "Well being popular is overrated anyways." You jump in. "And Ned, my best friend, we're huge fans of you and your work." He says his speed increases as he starts to ramble about how he followed your trajectory as soon as he found out who you were. "Well I'm glad you like what I do Peter but in my eyes were equals. I will teach you my ways and hopefully you'll take over once I'm dead. Keeping my legacy alive long after I'm dead." You say seriously making him settle and quiet down.

"Ms. Krast you can't be serious." He says giving you an incredulous look. "I was an orphan… I was given a chance. Someone believed in me. I guess what I'm trying to say is that you remind me of me… and I would like to give you that same chance that I was given." You say sincerely. "Y/n that's too generous… Plus I don't think that I'm what you're looking for. I'm clumsy and…" You stop the car making him look at you. "You may not be ready now or tomorrow but if you let me teach you, you will be." You say reassuringly. "Plus I don't plan on dying anytime soon." You say playfully at the end causing Peter to laugh successfully lightening the mood. "Also another plus for you after this year's audit we'll be working hand in hand with Tony Stark."

At the mention of Tony's name he lit up ten times more than you thought possible. It made you laugh a little but you understood him. "That's amazing. Me working for Y/n Krast and Tony Stark, a literal dream come true." You nod at his statement. The day went by incredibly fast. He was a nice kid, respectful and smart, a little naïve but overall sensible. You went to his favorite pizza place and talked, went to Krast Industries and introduced him to Logan. Showed him his dedicated work space. "So here's your badge, don't lose it. Umm… you'll be here every other day after school, and if you have some special dates tell Margaret the secretary and she'll make a schedule around it." You say as you're walking towards the elevator.

Peter stops abruptly turning to face you. "Thank you really." He then proceeds to rather hastily pull you into a hug. You're shocked initially but hug him back nonetheless. "Don't sweat it kid." You say patting his back. "I'll have one of my drivers give you a lift home alright." He nods. Just before you press the button for the elevator the doors open. Revealing Pepper Potts and Tony Stark. It makes you laugh internally knowing that the young boy beside you just had his world rocked. "Ms. Krast this is real right?" He asks in a high pitched voice. You nod.

"Pepper Tony, I would like you to meet my new mentee Peter Parker." You say nudging him forward. "Hi, you're Tony Stark." He says in a daze. "Yes kid I am Tony stark and you are?" Tony could literally not care less. Until you gave Pepper a look and she nudged Tony. "Alright kid it was nice meeting you." He says overly enthusiastically. Peter takes the compliment either way. "Alright Peter go over to Margaret she'll take you to the driver. We have some urgent business to attend." He nods and waves goodbye shyly and takes his leave. "Right what do you guys need." Pepper clears her throat "Well actually Tony and I wanted to invite you out to lunch."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get going." You say walking off with Pepper. "You'll be pleased to know that you won our wager. They know..." Tony mentions at the restaurant. You laugh. "Told you!" Pepper gives you a look. "They're worried about you." You sigh. "Pepper, believe me I'm worried too." Tony quickly steps in. "Which you don't need to worry about too much, everything is in place. Everything panned out Dr. Cho was more than willing to help us. So whenever you want." He says again not meeting your gaze. "I was… ummm. Actually thinking we should hold off on that."

"What… why?" They both ask almost immediately. "I'm okay right now." Tony scoffs. "So you rather wait till you have another episode to undergo the procedure." You hum. "Precisely see you get it." Watching their confusion you continue. "I've got things I have to leave ready. Time that I can't take for granted." Before they could argue with you said. "I need time… I-i drafted my will a couple of days ago." You say burying your head into your hands. "It's funny really… how you get things you're willing to live for. And life just comes along and takes it from you." Your mind drifts off to Viv and David. You wipe your tears and excuse yourself. Just as you're about to leave you remember.

"Put the money in a college fund for the kid." You grab Peppers shoulder and nod. "We'll keep in touch." You say leaving the restaurant.

Three weeks later

Pretty early on you noticed Peter's jumpy behavior. It wasn't long till you found out his little secret. Again smart kid heart of gold even, but too naïve for his own good. You'd had one of your AI robots track him after he'd shown up a little dinged up. Telling him you knew took some time. You didn't know the extent of his capabilities, but you'd seen the kid walk on walls and kick some ass.

As cute as he looked in that makeshift costume you had a better one in mind. "Peter I would like to show you something." You call out from your workstation in the lab. "Ward pull up spider schematics please." You call out. "What do you think?" You say as Peter glances at his new suit. "I-i um… It's awesome but who is at for?" He said quickly. You almost burst out in laughter right then and there but you played along. "Well I was in Queens the other day and there was this mugging and some hero came out of nowhere and stopped the mugging." You say as you deconstruct the specks of the suit. Watching as peter gawks at the hologram.

"When I noticed his suit wasn't really a suit, I made him one. You think he'll like it?" Peter nods eagerly, you hum in response. "Alright then try it on, see how it fits spider boy." Peter stands there with his mouth hanging open and you could swear saliva came out. "You aren't that good at keeping secrets kid." You say handing him the suit. "I expect you to be careful, kid." Peter starts to ramble trying to explain himself and begs you to not fire him. You physically had to stop him from pacing. "No ones firing anyone. I'm proud of your kid again, just be careful." Emphasizing the last part. "I will" after all that's out of the way you and Peter spent the day testing out the specks in his new suit. Web slingers and all. Yo I didn't leave until he got the hang of it. It took a while but it was well with the wait.

The next day you wake up to the news seeing a familiar twin on the news. Not good Lagos had gone wrong, the building collapsed and Wanda was to 'blame'. You hurriedly made your way through your morning routine and raced to the compound. As soon as you make it to the common room you can tell something's off. "How is everybody?" You asked Steve who was the first you saw. "I'm assuming you heard about the incident." You don't have the heart to say yes so you just nod. "We're all a little down on morale. Nothing we can't fix." You say, giving you a small smile. You hate that he is down playing this because of your current dilemma. "It wasn't your fault." You say. As you walk off towards Pietro.

"Are you okay?" You ask this time actually worried Pietro doesn't seem like his usual self. "No...It's Wanda. She hasn't talked to anyone she hasn't eaten she hasn't left her room." He says all in one breath. He finally stopped stirring and slid down to the floor and sat. "Its my fault. I-i could've moved faster, I could've saved them." He says defeatedly. "Maybe… Maybe not" You say bluntly sitting in front of him. "You can't go back now. And I know it's a sour experience. You made the right decision." You sigh. "You made the choice that saved the most lives." He nods letting out a deep breath. "I know… I know but Wanda. If I had saved those people Wanda wouldn't be feeling like this right now." You shake your head. "You fail to realize that if you had done that you would've died along with the other victims. Wanda will come around and let me talk to her." He only nods. "She's in her room."

You knock on her door a couple of times… no answer. So you make yourself comfortable and prepare yourself. Your knock every minute or two and you're constantly yelling in your head. Half an hour goes by and nothing. You go back to mentally yelling, when suddenly you're being dragged by the collar of your shirt into the room with the doors shutting behind you. "You're stubborn like a mule." She says not sparring you a look. "Yeah well I'm dying what are you gonna do about it." You quipped smiling at her. She chuckles. Suddenly the light leaves her face. "I killed people… I put people in danger, I put my own brother I'm danger." You nod. "You also saved hundreds of people. God only knows what that gas would have done. So thank you Wanda. You're my hero." You say sending her a smile.

Right when she's about to say something a certain red friend phases through the wall. "You will never cease to amaze me Vision." You say while looking between him and the wall. "You have very good taste in clothes." You mention as you eye him. He smiles. "Vision. We talked about this, there's a door for a reason." Wanda states. "Yes, well the door was open so I assumed…" He says, explaining himself. "What did you need Vision?" Wanda asks cutting him off. "Well Mr. Stark asked me to come and get both you there is a team meeting. With secretary Ross."

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percywinchester27 · 3 years

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-24)

Word count: 3.5K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Feels, angst, the usual

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: Thank you for all the love, guys <3

The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23. I love you <3

A lot like ‘Us’ masterlist

You stumbled on to the sofa in a bit of a daze, drawing the rug over you to keep the chill at bay. Your mind was screaming out in a dissonance of voices, all telling you different things at the same time, pushing you to go back to him, to ask him why didn’t he rid himself of a relationship that must have brought him nothing but hurt and pain? Why had he dragged this marriage all by himself for so long?

It was clear as day now- there was no other girl in Sam’s life. Only you. For all your incessant speculation, it had only ever been you.

“Y/N, you okay?”

Meg was next to you, her hand on your arm. “What happened?”

“I’m still married to him,” you whispered. “I’m still married to Sam. Meg-” you turned to her- “I thought he would’ve annulled the marriage. He had no reason to be bound to it. I left him high and dry. It’s the first thing he should’ve done- free himself… but… I saw his wedding ring. I can’t believe…”

Meg got up and walked to the fridge. You watched as she pulled out two beer bottles, opened them with her teeth and handed you one. She took a seat next to you, swinging her arm around your shoulder.

Slowly, you brought the bottle to your lips and took a swig. The cold bitterness of the beer was strangely comforting next to the warmth of your friend’s body. Meg didn’t utter a word. She drank from her own bottle, not easing the grip on your shoulder.

It was going to be a whole new challenge to face Sam now. Up until today you were simply happy that in Sam’s friendship, you were getting back crumbs of what you used to have. To know that he was still very much yours and yet not yours at all was very very painful. Wouldn’t you want to fling yourself at him the next time you saw him?

You wanted to ask Sam why he hadn’t severed the ties legally, but you didn’t think you had it in you. What would you say? So hey, Sam… remember when you loved me so much, but I left you anyway? Yeah, so why are we still married?

He’d kept his every promise, been faithful to you all along. You realised with a shock that you and Sam had been looking at the whole situation from two completely different angles. When you’d seen him in the lecture hall, a part of your past- one which you’d tried to bury very deep had resurfaced again. For him, he’d stepped into a generic lecture and found his wife staring down at him. It explained so much- Why he’d never been as lost to himself as you had been to yourself. You had resented his ability to smile, to be himself while you’d been a wreck all these years. Only now did you understand that the reason he had held on to himself was because he had never let go of you.

Silent tears rolled down cheeks as anger and disgust for yourself weighed you down.

“It’ll be alright,” Meg said in a low voice.

You took another swig, wondering if Sam will ever stop surprising you and knowing once again that you never deserved him.

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“Bad night?” Madison was sympathetic.

You answered honestly, “It was my doing, I had it coming.”

“We’re almost to the end. You can sleep the exhaustion off.”

The two of you were sitting in the front row, waiting to be called up on the stage for the vote of thanks. It was relieving that the Induction fair had come to an end without any incidence- everything had gone as smoothly as you had planned and a lot of the alumni had come up to you to congratulate you for planning and managing it so well. You even had a couple of contact cards tucked in the pocket of your jacket, asking you to give them a call for the summer internship.

Madison was really impressed that you had offers. Summer internships were rare for first years, especially so without recommendations. She was sad for herself that Acton Griswold never broke the first year rule. You encouraged her to use her dad’s influence if it helped. It wasn’t like she would be taking someone else's place. She would only be creating one for herself. To be a good lawyer, one had to be pragmatic, you understood that very well and didn’t judge Madison for wanting to use all the resources at her disposal.

When it was time for the vote of thanks, you made it a point to thank all the speakers and hosts and then your team- each of the members individually for having your back. There had been some wonderful lectures and discussions. You might have been biased, but Sam’s had been the best- it was hopeful and inspiring. He’d looked great on the stage.

Afterwards, the committee had arranged a small lunch for the alumni still left, in one of the campus eateries. There was expensive alcohol and enticing music. A lot of people made their way to the center of the room and began dancing again, trying to revive the mood from last night. On your part, you were simply trying to avoid Sam. You could sense that he was trying to catch your eyes- probably to ask you why you had left so suddenly last evening. Luckily, he was a popular target and people kept going up to him to strike conversations.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, then another at your waist, making you jump back a step.

“Hey, it’s me!” Brad said with his usual arrogant grin.

“What’re you doing?”

“You promised me a dance, remember?”

You wanted to slap yourself for agreeing to it. “I didn’t promise anything.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he smirked. “You said one dance. Yesterday your guy didn’t leave you for a second and then you disappeared. At least, let me have one dance now?”

You knew from experience that he wouldn’t budge, so as annoying as it was, you put your hand on his shoulder- not to draw yourself closer to him, but to maintain a firm distance. If you were going to dance, it would be at your terms.

“Gee, I’m feeling very lucky today!”

“I can’t even dance.”

“That’s fine.” There it was again, the overconfidence. “Hey, listen. Me and the guys and some people from class are having a pool party this weekend. I’ll see you there, right?”

“I can’t. I’ll be working this weekend.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know you aren’t working. I checked the schedule at the library. So don’t even try to wiggle out of this one.”

“I don’t know why you won’t give up, Brad,” you sighed as you moved from side to side.

“Because I know one day you’ll say yes. No one’s ever said no to me… except you.”

“So this is about your ego?”

He snorted. “It’s because I really like you. At least, give it a shot. What’s stopping you?”

The fact that I don’t like you. At all. And oh, apparently, I’m married.

“I’m not interested in dating anyone,” you told him flatly.

Something in his eyes changed, they became darker, his jaw tensed. “Let me change your mind.” His hand pressed against the small of your back, bunching up in the fabric of your dress. The fingers resting against your shoulders dug into the skin. He leaned in quickly- before you could react- far too quickly.

Just as you braced yourself to push him away, another hand landed on your shoulder, right above Brad’s, yanking his fingers away none too gently.

“Y/N!” A cheerful voice exclaimed, pulling you right from Brad’s arms into his own.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” said Chase Lincoln, with the sort of jovial outrage that comes only after years and years of friendship. “How dare you evade me like this, you frivolous wench!”

You were absolutely baffled; next to you, so was Brad.

Chase turned to give him a dismissive look. “I’m sorry, mate,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “I have some business to settle with this girl, here. If you’ll excuse us.”

Without waiting for Brad to react, Chase whirled you away, single handedly managing to keep the both of you upright.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean,” you stuttered, as he spun you. His hands were light on your waist and in your hand- very respectable.

“Don’t say sorry,” he grinned. “I thought you were in a bit of a tight spot over there.”

“I was,” you breathed, still trying to keep up with his pace of dancing. You wanted to thank him for saving you from that, at the same time you didn't want to utter the words because you barely knew the man.

“Look-”

“Don’t thank me,” he cut you off. “It was the decent thing to do. Besides, my friend over there would have snapped a tendon or two, if I hadn’t.”

Chase jerked his head in the direction and you followed with your gaze to see Sam standing ramrod straight, hands balled into fists, jaw clenched. Even from this far away you could see he was coiled like a tight wire about to snap.

“He couldn’t intercede,” Chase said in a low voice. “And I couldn’t help but. Then there’s also the matter that I’ve been dying to get in a word with the lovely Mrs. Winchester. It’s not like Sam can come break us up either.”

Mrs. Winchester. The name resonated in your ears. If you hadn’t had all of the last miserable night to accept that fact, your legs might have just given out now.”

Chase laughed all of a sudden, the sound apologetic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. You can ask me to get the hell lost and that would be that.”

“I don’t know what you want.”

At least, Chase wasn’t hurling abuses at her for ditching Sam.

“It’s nothing to do with Sam, actually,” he said. You noticed for the first time just how sharp his green eyes were. They gave you the feeling of being Xrayed. Not many people must be able to lie to him. “I have an offer for you.”

“An offer?”

“Yep. How would you like to come and work at Acton Griswold? It’s a great place to work in.”

You stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Wouldn’t dare.”

“I know Acton Gris doesn’t take first year interns.” Not even with recommendations.

Chase grinned. “Who’s talking about internships? Hell, no. You’ll be left with photo-copying and standing in café lines all day. I’m talking about actual work. I had the chance to go through your CV for the committee selection. Come work there as a part-time paralegal.”

“I wouldn’t fit in,” you mumbled. Chase’s words did not make any sense. You had no backing, neither were you naïve. You knew jobs like that had hundreds and hundreds of applications every week.

His eyes twinkled. “Trust me, you would. I could recommend you. I’m sure after more than two years of working there, I have enough pull.”

“Please, don’t.” Despite having asked Madison to use all the pull, you couldn’t bear the idea of someone doing it for you.

“Look, Sam told me that you helped him out with James’s case. I feel terrible about being swamped that day and not being there for him. Even his assistant, Stacey was on a leave. You saved that poor kid from jail.”

You hadn’t really done anything, and you told Chase that. His answering smile looked peaceful, like you had cleared some unknown test.

“Will you, at least, apply? I swear I won’t do anything to further your application. If you get in, it’ll be all you.” He hesitated before adding. “I won’t tell Sam if you don’t want me to.”

“Oh, no… it’s nothing like that. I don’t want to keep anything from him.” Not anymore.

Chase smiled. “Don’t worry, he’s too high up to be involved with the paralegals anyway. Word around the block is, they’re considering him for senior partner. He’d be the youngest in their history.”

You dropped your hands from around his shoulder, clapping them. “My God, that’s wonderful!” The grin spreading on your lips threatened to split your face. “I can’t think of anyone who would deserve it more.”

“That makes two of us.” Chase let go of you completely. “I’m glad he has someone who would be happy about his successes.”

That wiped the grin off of your face completely.

“He’s not the sort of guy who leaves people behind. When he left Johnson’s, he didn’t ditch Stacey, he brought her along… and me. I don’t think he has the ability to move on.”

The words felt heavy in the air between the two of you, and with Chase’s eyes boring into yours it was impossible to look away. He was imploring you to believe him.

He gave you his patented grin, one that said he was up to no good. “And unlike your college here, Acton Gris has no policy against fraternizing. I’ll see you around, Y/N!” Chase nodded and backed away, leaving you standing there wondering what the hell had just happened.

*********************

Sam hurriedly cleared his desk, in an effort to get out soon. Sundays were strictly reserved for Max… It’s a rule he didn’t break, Induction fairs notwithstanding. Those were mandatory for him as a faculty member.

So much for him dreading the Induction fair because it would be boring. Sam should have known nothing with Y/N could be even remotely disinteresting. In the past weekend, he’d oscillated from the nervousness of a teenager to a piercing hope. Today, he’d almost had a coronary.

Sam knew it was wrong. God, he knew it was wrong to want to punch a guy- especially a student! But he’d been touching Y/N… when she didn’t want to be touched. Sam could have sworn, that guy had leaned in with the intention of kissing her. He was almost sure. God bless Chase’s soul for jumping in when he did.

Chase had drawn her in his arms gently, and then turned to throw Sam a wink. Chase was the best wingman when he wanted to be one.

Then there was the new anxiety of having Chase with her. Y/N- she wasn’t like other people. She felt things too deeply and Chase didn’t know that. What if he said anything that unconsciously hurt her… or accidentally mentioned Max or something from Sam’s past? As it is the way she’d left yesterday had Sam on edge.

Abruptly Y/N grinned and Chased bowed just a bit. Sam’s whole body relaxed.

He turned around and headed back to his office in the Law building. Standing there, watching Y/N was only drawing him thin. There were still a few papers he needed to grade and then get back to Max as soon as possible.

Not for the first time, Sam was grateful for Max. In all this mess, his kid kept him tethered. Sam would have gone off the orbit and done something stupid regarding Y/N. But one thought of Max and he was grounded back to reality. Max was his first priority… not that the kid was making it any easy for him lately.

Sam had seen him looking at Y/N’s photo again last night. The picture, one of her standing by the balcony, was taken a few days after her first acceptance. She was smiling down at Dean who was mowing the lawn and Sam had clicked the moment unbeknownst to her. She looked gorgeous. Sam couldn’t bear to see it everyday, so the picture had remained in the first drawer of his bedside table. In his moments of weakness, he could hold on to it and remind himself, something that pure had been his once.

A flimsy material caught Sam’s attention as he shut his desk drawer. Y/N’s scarf from last night. He hadn’t taken it home with him, choosing to leave it.

Maybe he could drop it at her place on his way home. That would be an innocent reason, right? He could ask her what was up with her yesterday. Y/N had been miffed at Sam for not seeing her in the library often. That meant not meeting him must be a bad thing for her. Sam was more excited about the prospect of returning her scarf than he was about most things in his life.

The door to Sam’s office sprang open, making him look up in surprise.

Y/N’s roommate, Meg, was standing at the door, her face a mask of contempt.

“Meg,” he said, surprised.

“Didn’t expect me, did you?”

Her hostile sneer would have tipped him off, had Sam not been riding the high if getting to see Y/N.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” he said. “Please, take a seat.”

“Cut out your bullshit, Winchester,” she spat, coming up to him. “What do you think you’re doing making Y/N’s life miserable like that?”

Sam couldn’t understand. “What… what do you mean?”

“Don’t,” she hissed. “Don’t you dare act like you don’t know anything. Every time she meets you, Y/N’s a wreck. When she found out you were the one who got her home that night… she was besides herself. I’ve never seen her so terrified or more out of her element. And I don’t know what the fuck you did to her last night, but she couldn’t stop crying.”

Meg took another step forward. “You think it’s so cool dragging her along with you like this? Why don’t you set her free? Or are you that much of a sadist to see her suffer day in and day out?”

“Suffer?” He repeated dully.

“When I first saw her, Y/N looked dead,” Meg said, fury in each word. “Her eyes were sunken and her cheeks were hollowed. When she laughed for the first time, it sounded hysterical, like she’d forgotten how to do it. Hell, her skin stretched over her bones even when she smiled. I’ve seen her struggle day after day trying to get a hold on herself, learn how to be happy again… and if you mess that up, Winchester, I swear I’ll smash your face in.”

Sam knew he should say something back, anything, but the picture that Meg had painted was too painful… a hollow Y/N, the one that had left him in the hospital. If she’d been the same when she moved in with Meg, how many years had she suffered at the stake of such mind numbing agony? And yet, he had seen life behind her eyes… he’d seen her happy, smiling…

“I don’t know what you did to her all those years ago,” she continued, her voice like ice. “Y/N wouldn’t say, but I know it was enough to kill a part of her. And I know somehow it was your fault.”

“Did she say that? Did Y/N say it was because of me?”

“No!” She spat, frustrated. “I don’t know why she can’t see what you’re doing to her. I can. You’re a slow seeping poison. Just leave her alone. Y/N was happy before you decided to come back and wreck her life again. Set her free.”

Something was choking Sam’s breath, words just wouldn’t come out. Was he keeping her from happiness? Was that why she had fled last night?

Meg jabbed a finger in his direction. “Remember.”

She turned on her heel and was almost out of the door when Sam managed to croak, “Meg-”

Meg looked over her shoulder.

With numb legs Sam made his way to her. “Take this with you,” he said, handing her the scarf with shaking hands. “It’s Y/N’s. She gave it to me yesterday. It would be best if you give it back to her.”

Meg snatched the scarf from him and then with one last look of derision, stormed out.

All Sam could do was fall in his chair, hands raking through his hair. What had he been thinking? What had been playing at? As if there was any chance in the world that he wouldn’t remind Y/N of what she had lost. Of course she was hurting and it was his damn fault, because he thought they could be friends again, because he hoped it could ever lead to anything more.

And there was always Max to think of. Right in front of his eyes the flimsy dream he had brought to life collapsed in a heap of shattered glass. Maybe in a parallel reality somewhere, Y/N would be in his life, Max would be their son and everything would be perfect. This was not that world. Here, Sam was sentenced to live out his life by himself and he’d be damned if let Y/N get hurt because of him again.

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1044

survey by a7xbabii

Do you use e-mail often? I use it for eight hours, five days a week for work, so yes.

Do you hear any animals right now? I’m in a Starbucks inside a mall situated in the middle of a busy highway. It would be very unlikely to hear any animals right now.

Are you in a well-lit room? Sure, I’d say this establishment has good lighting. There’s no light directly above me unlike the other seats, but it’s okay in this case as I don’t want other people seeing me take surveys.

Is your trashcan full? The main one we use at home just got full, so the last time I checked this morning my mom was airing it out.

What was the last crunchy thing you consumed? My chicken barbecue sandwich from last night.

Did you view anything disturbing today? Hmm, I guess so? I wanted to entirely redo one part of my embroidery piece since I wasn’t happy with how I did it, so I had to remove the threads and stuff. When they were all gone the template was filled with holes and it looked like one of those trypophobia photos. I’m not personally disturbed by that phenomenon, but I know a lot of people are.

Are there any holiday decorations in your house? Yeah, we’ve had our Christmas tree up since the beginning of November. We also usually put a wreath up our door but idk why my mom didn’t this year.

When was the last time you had a terrible headache? Last night, because I had not eaten all day.

Have you recently put lotion on your hands? No. I don’t like the feeling of lotion, so I don’t apply it on me a lot, if at all.

Are you hungry? Not so much, actually. I don’t feel too hungry today; I didn’t even finish my breakfast and that’s the only meal I’ve had so far today, and it’s already 4 PM.

Is it rainy where you're at right now? No, it’s quite fair. The sun’s not too strong anymore because of the time, but it’s still very much bright out.

Do you carry a purse? If so, describe what it looks like. I take a wallet with me. It’s pink, made of fake leather, has three main slots inside, and it also has some tiny bite marks on the outer edges from when Cooper was a lot younger.

Is your cell phone on vibrate? For certain notifications only, like texts and Viber.

Is your dishwasher full? We don’t use a dishwasher.

When is the last time you saw someone you like/love. Around a week and a half ago.

Do you like to wear gloves? No, I find them too itchy and I don’t need to wear them anyway.

Is there a body of water near where you live? There’s a creek that passes through my village near the clubhouse area, if that counts.

What are your thoughts on Avenged Sevenfold? No opinion. I never listened to them; though I am reminded of this one mutual I used to have on Tumblr/Twitter. She used to be a wrestling fan and was a part of our main circle, but she gradually shifted her main fandom to Avenged Sevenfold. By the time she cemented her new interest she then went on a huge unfollowing spree of wrestling fans on her feed and she apparently PM’d each person she intended to unfollow, including me. I remember her explaining that she was now in a different fandom and was gonna have to stop following me which I found...kinda extra to be honest lmao because nobody does that, but I appreciate the effort to approach each one of us, I guess.

Are you wearing anything pink right now? Nope, but my wallet is pink and so is my keyboard cover.

Do you like to swim in the ocean? I prefer beaches, but sure.

What is the creepiest bug you've ever saw? Cockroaches.

Do you currently have split ends? I don’t think so.

When is the last time you used the bathroom? Around five hours ago when I took a shower before heading out.

Do you chew on your lip? Almost never.

Are you afraid of needles? For the most part yeah, especially syringes. I’m not afraid of them when I do my embroidery, but that’s the only time I feel comfortable with a needle.

What is the last thing you lost? A pen, I think.

When is the last time you saw a bald person? Five hours ago, when I said bye to my dad.

What car were you last in? [continued from two days ago] My own. I was driving home from the mall.

Do you like Batman? I tried to get into Batman and the whole shebang of comic books when I was a teenager, but I just couldn’t.

Have you ever played tennis? Never have, actually. I’ve always wanted to try.

Can you see a star shape in the room you are in? Probably not in my bedroom.

What are you sitting on? A pillow I’ve placed on my work chair so that it’s more comfortable. My parents got me a basic chair initially meant just for my internship, so it’s not the comfiest of chairs haha. But now that I have a job, a more suitable work chair is probably one of things I’ll have to invest on.

What is the last warm thing you touched? My chest felt itchy just a few seconds ago, so I was able to feel my skin scratching it.

Do you use hand sanitizer? That’s kind of a necessity now, so...

Where do you want to go in life? [continued from...I don’t even remember anymore] I don’t know if I even plan to make it past 30 at this point. I can’t answer this right now.

Are you sweating? No, I’ve been in air-conditioned rooms all day and it feels so damn good.

When is the last time you had to scratch an itch? A few minutes ago when my neck itched.

Are you in any kind of club or group that is trying to save animals? No, but I very much support the cause.

Who is the last blonde you saw? At work today I saw someone who had her hair dyed blonde.

Where were you two hours after you got up, and what were you doing there? I needed to go to the office today because my team and I needed to pack some stuff to seed to certain media. It was the first time I got to visit the place and it was sooooooo homey and pretty :) I wish we can be allowed to work in the office soon; it would be best for my mental health at this point.

Do you wish for world peace? Um, of course.

Have you ever played fetch with a dog? We were able to teach Cooper how to pick up items that we throw but he’s still slowly learning that he actually has to give it back to us, haha.

What is the nearest object that is wood? The table I am typing on is made of wood.

Do you use Netflix? Yes, we have a family subscription.

Does your house have a fireplace? No, we don’t. And I can confidently tell you all other houses in this entire country, and probably the whole of Southeast Asia, don’t.

Do you wake yourself up in the morning, or does someone else? I wake myself up. On important days, I’ll put an alarm on.

What kind of hoodie did you last wear? It was a white hoodie with a UP seal on the left side.

Do you play games on your computer? No, my laptop isn’t equipped for games. I tried downloading Sims 4 when they made it free for a few weeks back in 2018, but my laptop’s fan started whirring like crazy and the battery got drained super fast. The entire period of me booting it up and then deleting it took like, a literal 15 minutes.

What is the last video game that you played? Mario Kart 8 on the Switch. I want to get myself Switch games as gifts, but I’m just so stingy towards myself hahaha.

Have you ever pet a stingray? I’m 50% would like to at least once and 50% I know of what it did to Steve Irwin, and I’m not messing with them.

If you were on vacation, would you ever go to Ireland? It’s not a big item on my bucket list, honestly. I’d love to go to Ireland, but it would probably be a part of a bigger itinerary, like if I decided to take a trip to that part of Europe.

Are you logged into Myspace right now? I haven’t been on there for more than a decade.

Did you have anything bad happen to you today? Yeah, but they’re stuff that happened at work that are a little hard to explain.

Have you ever been to New York? Nope. I’d love to take a trip there.

Do you use the term "lol" if you don't have anything to say? Not really. I use it in the end of my messages more so that I don’t sound mean.

Should you be sleeping right now instead of taking this survey? Hell no. It’s a Friday night so the last thing I want to be doing is sleeping.

Can you truly say you hate anyone? I don’t think so. I greatly dislike my brother, but I guess I don’t hate him. I find it too strong a word.

Have you ever disected a baby pig in a class at school? Not a piglet, no. We dissected an earthworm, a fish, and eventually a frog.

What brand of dish liquid do you use? A local brand you wouldn’t recognize.

When is the last time you ate a Hershey Kiss? It’s probably been more than a year. It’s not my favorite candy.

Do you ever feel unappreciated? Yes.

Do you currently have any blemishes on your face? No. My pimple finally went away, hallelujah.

Who is the last baby you held? My cousin who is now 13 years old. I’m too anxious to hold babies; I always feel like I’d drop them so I find myself declining even when I have the chance to hold one.

Are you a lover? I guess.

Do you use smileys often in text convos? Yes. Not a lot of people like them but it’s better to sound friendly and approachable than stoic.

Do you have the Google toolbar on your computer? Like...Chrome? I have the program, yeah. It’s my default browser as well.

Do you like Sunkist? I’ve never had it.

Would you ever consider being a cannibal? I mean...I guess only if I was in a life-and-death situation, like if a plane I was in crashed on an island and I was starting to get hungry. I certainly don’t fantasize about cannibalism on any regular day.

Did you forget something important in the past week? I made a few mistakes at work due to me forgetting things, yeah.

Do you like learning new things? Sure.

What color is your toothpaste? White.

Are the floors in your house creaky? Nopes. I don’t think our doors are creaky-level just yet as well.

Do you fear death? I hate the uncertainty of what happens while it’s taking place, and what happens after. But I’ve been wishing for it for a while as well. There’s a difference.

Is your mouth dry? Not right now, no.

Do yoou have any scars from an animal? Yeah I’ve got a few marks and scratches from Cooper. I never run out of them, really.

Did you have fun with this survey? It was okay.

Was it random enough? Sure.

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serendipityjxmn · 4 years

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 9

Words Count: 5.7k

TW: Very slight smut

Link to Chapter 8

Link to Chapter 10

Summer holidays had officially started for me and it’s been a week since I’ve seen Jimin as well as that... ‘incident’. He had been very busy ever since after the fundraising event. I found myself constantly glancing at my phone for a single text or call from him. Maybe he disappeared because he decided it was not ‘it’ with you, a voice in my mind said. I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought.

I tried to bring my focus back onto my work. I was in a bookshop, doing my second part-time job. I decided to take on two jobs this summer because I knew that I have nothing else to do because I’m such an antisocial.

Shit. I cursed as the books I held in my hand were supposed to be on the top shelves but I was too short to reach it yet I was lazy to hunt for a chair. I resulted into tiptoeing but my hand still couldn’t reach it.

Suddenly someone hovered over me and his hand easily placed the books on the shelf. I could smell his cologne and it was familiar. I turned around and saw Jeon Jungkook, his face half covered in a face mask. He was wearing a large black hoodie and a black baggy pants with brown Timberland shoes.

“Hey.” He said as he pulled down his mask.

“Hello Jeon Jungkook.” I said as I bent down to take out more books from the box. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just passing by...” he took the books from me and started filling up the top shelf.

“Hmmm.”

“You’re doing two part time jobs?”

I shrugged. “Yeah- well I don’t have a life.”

“Hey, no worries. I totally get it. We’re no different.”

I smiled at him.

“When are you off for lunch?”

I glanced at my watch. “How about.. now?”

He grinned. “Awesome.”

There were two guys on a table opposite ours when we entered the restaurant. One of them looked up as Jungkook and I took a seat at the table.

I looked up but regretted immediately as the guy across winked at me. Unknowingly I made a disgusted face.

“Is he bothering you?”

What? I looked at Jungkook. Then I looked at the guy again. This time he was making a kissy face. That was disgusting. How dare he! What if Jungkook was my boyfriend? He’s lucky that he wasn’t though. I quickly turned my gaze back at Jungkook and nodded slowly.

Jungkook suddenly moved his seat slightly to he left without turning his back. What is he doing?

“Is he still in your sight?”

Now I understood his intention. He was trying to block the guy from making eye contact with me. I smiled at him, feeling touched. “Just a little bit more to the left,” I said as I smiled fondly at him.

He moved and I nodded, signalling that the guy was now completely out of my sight.

“Good. You can now eat comfortably.” He smiled at me.

“Thanks.”

“Its nothing. I just personally don’t like guys doing disgusting acts like that. It may look small but it makes women uncomfortable and that shouldn’t happen.”

I melted. He was such a gentleman. I liked the fact that he did not engage with the stranger because frankly the guy would stop if he had given a death glare. Jungkook doesn’t do violence. I gleefully ate my food at the thought. Unlike someone... the guy might lose his two teeth by now. I shuddered remembering the fundraising event.

Jungkook came and visited me at the bookstore almost every single day after that, mainly about an hour before lunch. As a result, we had lunch together almost everyday. We grew much closer as I practically see him 24/7 since we also had most of the shifts at the cafe together too. Ah Young came by too sometimes. She matched well with Jungkook too so I was happy about that.

I put on my favourite pyjama dress and sat cross legged at the edge of my bed. I glanced at my phone. Empty. Just how busy is he..? A small part of my heart sank a little as it may occur to me that he might not want to see me anymore. Not even as a study partner.

Was it because we had some intimate moment and he decided that I was not it? The thought depressed me so I shook my head, trying to dismiss it. I reached for the hairdryer on my bed table and proceeded to dry my hair. My hair was long, stopping just after my mid-back. I fondled at the thought of dying my hair a different color just to add some.. ‘spice’ in my life. Yes, Kim Hana’s life is that boring. Hmm.. let’s decide on that later.

My phone chirped. My heart raced a little in anticipation. It lit up but the name that came up wasn’t the name that I wanted. It was Jungkook.

Jungkook: Still up?

Hana: Dead asleep.

Jungkook: Oh, so I guess you’re the astral projection of Hana then. Hey there! Nice to meet you!

I chuckled.

Hana: Did you seriously just made a reference of Doctor Strange?

Jungkook: Knew you’re the one ;)

I rolled my eyes.

Hana: Go to sleep Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook: I can’t :(

Hana: Reason?

Jungkook: Can’t stop thinking about you.

I rolled my eyes again. Jungkook had always been flirty but I knew more that he was just joking. I don’t think I’ve ever had that spark with him. Unlike with that someone.. wow. Again, Kim Hana, stop it.

Hana: I’m going to sleep. Goodnight!

I locked my phone and laid myself on the bed. My phone buzzed.

Jungkook: Goodnight Hana. Dream of me ;)

I rolled my eyes again for the third time. I didn’t reply. I closed my eyes and soon drifted to sleep.

JIMIN’S POV

I groaned as I slumped myself on top of my bed. Today had been another long day. I was dragged around the whole day by my father, attending meetings here and there and having lunch and dinner with clients. My jaw hurts from all the fake smile I had to put up as dad introduced me to every single person known ever.

I had been going to the office every day since summer started due to dad’s orders. He wanted me to have a look at the office and grasp the idea of handling business. He also wanted me to be introduced to most of the key people so that it’d be easier for him to hand down the business to me. This had always been my path. I knew it since I was little which was also the reason why I had to study business managament.

Problem is the ‘so called internship’ - although it was barely an internship as I didn’t get ordered around to do errands because everybody knew I was the CEO’s son. I wish it was kept private though. The amount of people kissing my ass made me shudder - anyway, it took my time away from Hana. I didn’t get a chance to see her at all after the fundraising event.

I reached for my cellphone from my pocket. I sat up immediately and pressed Hana’s numbers. I glanced at the clock telling me it was almost midnight. Shit- what if she’s already asleep? Too late though, she answered after a few ring.

“Hello?” Her voice a bit raspy. Shit- did I wake her up?

“Were you asleep?”

She grunted. Fuck- now I felt guilty. Even more guilty when I found her voice sounded sexy and alluring. “What do you want~” she asked in a voice so soft, I had to curse seeing how much it made my heart skip.

I cleared my throat. “Aren’t we going to study?”

She groaned. She didn’t answer immediately and by the sound of it, I imagined she was trying to sit up. Her voice sounded clearer now. “You said with your own mouth, if I remember correctly - who the fuck studies during summer holidays?” She quoted me. I pictured her glaring at me. I chuckled.

“I get it. But you do study, right?”

“Of course I do.” She replied, sounding almost affronted.

“Then there should be no problem of me joining you right?”

She went silent for a few moments before answering. “Okay but-“

“I’ll pick you up at 12 tomorrow.” I said and hung up before she could say anything. I smiled in triumph.

HANA’S POV

I sat myself on the floor, trying to calm myself down. I woke up extremely early today just because 1) I could barely sleep due to nervousness which I had no idea where it came from 2) Due to Jimin saying he’d pick me up which means that he’s taking me somewhere but I had no idea where and it’s making me anxious. Plus, I have been wrecking my brain trying to decide on my outfit. I have absolutely no idea where he’s taking me!

He’s probably just gonna take you to a library for a study session, a voice popped in my mind. I pouted at the thought.

Ah- screw it. Since it’s summer, anything would be acceptable I guess. So I decided to put a blue-white striped shirt paired with black skirt. Next, I hunted for my black sling bag. I was curling my hair at the end to give it a wavy look when the door bell rang. I jumped and almost burned myself with the hair straighteners.

With one last look in the mirror, I dashed to open the front door. There stood Park Jimin, looking godly as ever, wearing a casual striped blue shirt that almost looked similar to mine with khaki cargo short pants. His height towered me while his right arm propped against the door frame.

“Hi.” He said.

I blushed. Hana! Get your senses together! “Hello.” I replied in a small voice, looking down.

“You’re ready?”

I nodded. I locked my apartment and we both made our way to the elevators. While we were waiting, a group of girls joined to queue with us. I glanced at them and they were oggling Jimin off! I felt a pang of jealousy. I glared at them.

Jimin seemed oblivious to their whisperings, as always. The elevator arrived and the doors opened. Suddenly, I felt his firm hand placed at the small of my back, pushing me forward into the elevator. I gulped at the sensation of his small touch.

The girls’ expression fell a little as they saw his hand on my back. I expected him to drop his hand during the elevator ride but he didn’t. I tried hard not to fan my ego. The elevator came to a stop after a few seconds and we exited the room. He led me to his car, his sleek black Audi R8.

“Have you eaten?” He asked as soon as we both settled in.

I shook my head. He didn’t say anything in reply and just sped off.

I don’t have much experience of being Jimin’s passenger in his car but I really liked riding with him. I love that I get to stare at his handsome features in silence. He was very focused on driving.

My eyes fell on his lips. I unknowingly gulp as I long for its taste against mine again. I had missed his touch a lot. Ever since the ‘intimate incident’, I found myself thinking about him so often. Worse of all, I was craving for his touch again. I wondered what had kept him busy these few weeks.

“I’m sorry I had been busy.” He said abruptly without looking at me, as if he had been hearing my thoughts.

I didn’t know what to answer so I just remained silent.

“I was..” he trailed off.

I waited.

“My father wanted me to come to the office. Looking around.. getting to know the business.. and all.” He sighed.

Ahh.. I nodded. I guess that’s what had been keeping him busy. He was working at his father’s company. Must be so nice to have an internship set without having to graduate first, a promising job, a future. I, on the other hand had no idea what’s to come for me.

“What are you thinking?” He asked.

I looked up and he was staring straight at me. We were stopping at a traffic light.

“N-nothing.” I looked down.

“That’s too bad. I was hoping that you were thinking of me.” He said so casually but I almost choke at his words. My eyes went round as I looked at him. He was smirking. Jerk, I thought.

We soon arrived at a restaurant. I didn’t catch the name of it because Jimin led me quckly inside. We walked past several tables because the restaurant was full. Still, we managed to grab an empty table. The waitress came and handed us the menus.

My jaw practically dropped because I literally had no idea what I’m looking at. Traditional Italian Cuisine... Italian? He brought me to an Italian restaurant? I drew a breath. That’s it. I gave up. I put down the menu.

He looked up. “You have your choices already?”

“I’m not hungry.”

He gave me the are-you-kidding look. Then he proceeded to smoothly place an order for the both of us. I had no idea half of the names of the menu.

“Anyway,” he started, fingers tapping on the table. “Since you owe me.. the study session. I figured that it’s only fair that you let me decide what I want to do with that session.”

I frowned. “It doesn’t work that way.”

“Now it does.” He smiled a gritted smile at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him but figured that there was no use to argue with him.

“So what have you been doing during summer?”

I shrugged. “Part time jobs.”

“And?”

“What? That’s it. I took two so I was busy day and night.”

He frowned. “You’re still working with that guy?”

I rolled my eyes. “That guy has a name. And his name’s Jeon Jungkook.”

“Whatever.”

“You have a beef or something with him?” I frowned. He almost sounded as if he’s.. jealous. “He’s a great friend.”

“He may not be as nice as he appears to be.” He said.

I wanted to reply back but the waitress came and served our meal. I had no idea what the meals are but they smelled nice.

“Eat.” He said and started with his food.

“Bossy.” I glared at him. “And you’re just being judgemental.”

“If the turns out to be a jerk, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He said nonchalantly.

What is wrong with him seriously? It was almost as if he knew something. “Well you’re a bad boy and here I am, having lunch with you as if this is the most normal thing ever.”

He stopped eating mid-way. “So you also think of me as a bad guy?” He scoffed. “Just like everyone else.”

I froze. I felt my heart fell at his words. Was it possible that Park Jimin was conscious about what people think of him? I never took him as one that does. He seemed to not give a fuck about what anyone thinks of him.

“I’m-“ I lost words.

“Nevermind. Just continue eating.” He said and we just ate in silence after that.

I felt guilty. I was restless trying to figure out how to make up to him. Truthfully, sometimes Jimin can be a bit overbearing. He could be very playful, flirty, intimidating, yet sensitive at the same time. A simple conversation with him can turn sideways at any second. I don’t know if I can keep up.

“I don’t give a crap about what anyone else says about me. But I thought-“ he scoffed, as if the idea he had somewhat seemed laughable now.

“Jimin.” I called as I put down my cutleries. I’ve had enough. “Jimin look at me.” I paused as I waited for his eyes to meet mine. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He held my gaze steady. His lips curled slightly. “Nice knowing that.”

“I mean- I used to be. But after we spent some time together, I think you’re just- as normal as every other guy. Someone I can punch, smack or annoy the hell out of.”

His face finally broke into a smile. God- finally! I patted myself at the shoulder mentally. “I’d like to taste how strong your punch is.”

“Uh... you might regret saying that.” I raised a brow at him, as if challenging him.

“We’ll see.”

God his smile was addictive.

JIMIN’S POV

Once we were done eating, I took Hana somewhere else. It wasn’t that far because the drive was kind of short. She gasped when we were nearing the place.

“No!” She glanced at me as I reversed the car into a parking lot.

“What?” I said, already going out of the car.

Hana was beside me within seconds. Her face practically lit up at the sight in front of her. It looked so fucking adorable I almost wanted to lean in and plant a kiss on her lips.

“I’m-“ she started but appeared to be lost in words. “I can’t believe you’re taking me to an amusement park!” Suddenly, she jumped towards me and threw hands around me. I think my lungs just stopped working. I stilled but I knew my heartbeat was racing far too rapidly. She realized my stiffness so she quickly backed away.

“Sorry.” She muttered, feeling embarrassed of herself.

“That excited, huh?” I raised my brow at her.

“I am- yes! Oh my god let’s go!” She screamed and was so quick to make her way to the entrance.

There were a LOT of people since it was summer. The queue line was far too long. So I left Hana’s side and approached one of the staff behind the counter, whispered a few things and handed something under the table. This act is not to be encouraged, ladies and gentlemen. We were granted immediate entrance after that.

Hana gave me a judging look and I bet my ass that she was going to lecture me about it but for some reason decided not to. Probably because she was too excited to care.

She stared at the surrounding in awe. She then looked down on the map that was given to every visitor at the entrance. Her brow creased and I knew she was ranting, trying hard to decide on where to go but I couldn’t focus on her words.

It was as if everything was muted around us. My gaze only fixated towards her. I had never known it before but Kim Hana was really attractive. I mean, yes she’s pretty and I know most of the guys at college would agree too because she actually has a number of admirers but she was too busy to care about them.

Her dark brown hair was long, wavy at the end. Her skin was fair and she’s a good head shorter than me. Her eyes were light brown, almost hazel in the sunlight. Her eyes that seemed cold as ice sometimes, but can be twice as sweet around the people she’s comfortable with. Her nose is sharp and her lips.. her pink lips.. the one I’m dying to taste again.

I momentarily wondered what her ideal type was. Slowly, I raised my phone and switched to camera. I sneakily took a candid shot of her while she was still immersed in the map.

“What do you think?” She asked.

“H- huh? What?”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Screw it! Let’s just go!” She screamed then she took my hands and gripped my wrist as she dragged me towards the rollercoaster.

“I’m so excited!” She made tiny little jumps that made her look so adorable. She’s like a little baby. Unknowingly, my lips curled into a smile. I made a good choice of bringing her here.

And so for the next hour she dragged me here and there riding all sorts of things. I learnt that she was scared of heights but at the same time these rides thrilled her. I just shook my head at her.

“Do you want ice cream?” I asked as we passed by an ice cream stall.

Her eyes widened in excitement. “Really? Yes please!”

“What do you want?”

“I’ll have mint chocolate.” She grinned at me.

I scrunched my nose. “Who on earth likes mint chocolate flavour?”

“It’s good!”

I simply rolled my eyes. I turned towards the midde aged man and ordered vanilla and mint chocolate ice cream.

“Vanilla for you, sir.” The man said as he handed my ice cream.

“And chocolate for the girlfriend.” He said as he handed hers. I felt something tugged my heart as the man said girlfriend. I had no idea why.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She clarified immediately. I felt a tiny bit of disappointment.

“Oh really? You look so well together that’s why. Pardon me.”

I had no idea why but I suddenly placed my hands around her arms, pulling her closer towards me. “Yeah, she’s actually my fiancee.” I said and quickly steered her away from the stall before she could say anything else.

I looked at her and saw her cheeks were pink.

“Yah- what are you saying~” she said softly as she pushed me away lightly.

“Trying to give you hints.” I smirked at her and she stilled, obviously stunned at my words. I like seeing her all flustered. She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself. We then stopped at one of the standing table to finish our ice cream.

“Why did you suddenly bring me here?” She asked suddenly in between her licking. I couldn’t look for long. Otherwise, I might have the wrong idea.

I shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to come here.. just never had the time or the person to go with.”

She nodded slowly. “Me too.”

I peeked at her underneath my lashes. She always seemed oblivious to my stare. As the wind blew her hair gently, I felt the familiar tug at my chest again. I was starting to become skeptical of it. I was sure it had something to do about my feelings towards Kim Hana. Am I really falling for her? Or am I just liking her presence around me?

HANA’S POV

We ate our ice cream in silence. The crowd was deafening, there were kids running around screaming everywhere, groups of families chaotically trying to take pictures but none of that seemed to bother me. All the noise felt as if it was tuned out and all there is was the comfortable silence with Jimin. I momentarily wondered if he felt it too. I can’t help but felt as if I was on a date with him.

Briefly I remembered his remark about my so-called crush towards him and him saying I would admit to it one day. Heck- if he really meant his words, trying to make me fall for him, I’m so ruined.

Suddenly he stood up. His hand no longer holding his ice cream. He must’ve already finished it. He held his hand out to me. “Let’s go.”

Huh? What? “Where?” I frowned at him, still hesitating to take his hand.

“Just come on.” He pulled my hands and I frantically tried to bite the last of my ice cream as he steered me through the crowd. After minutes of pushing ourself through the crowd, Jimin finally stopped. I looked up and gasped in horror.

“Oh no no- you are not bringing me to a haunted house.” I shook my head frantically.

“It’s fun!” He grinned at me. He tugged me forward and I desperately tried to pull away from me but his hand firmly clasped mine.

“No- Jimin no, you are not dragging me in there-“ I warned him.

It was of no use. Moments later, I found myself standing before a dark entrance with a slanted sign saying ‘Haunted House’. He dragged me inside and it was one of the worst moment in my life. There were literal human in there scaring us! I wish I could meet the person who first came up with the idea of scaring people so that I could strangle said person.

It was horrifying but somehow it felt less so because Jimin was there all the time to protect me. Half of me hated his ass for dragging me and fearlessly coursing through the maze inside but half of me also felt touched because he had never once let go of me or left me. Or perhaps he couldn’t let go of me because I clung to him so tightly, my grip of his hands so tight I thought it might went blue but I was too scared to think.

Nearing the exit, some Bloody Mary popped out suddenly and I screamed the hell out of my lungs. Jimin wasn’t surprised so he just casually walk past, hand gripping mine firmly. But I guess the ghost didn’t feel satisfied so she spooked me from behind.

I immediately clung onto Jimin’s back because I was so panicked. I thought I lost my voice from screaming. He was laughing as we exited the haunted house while I was a total wreck. I no longer cared how I look like. I glared at him, my hands still gripping tightly the shirt on his back.

He then stopped laughing. He turned around and grabbed my hand so I was no longer gripping his shirt while staring down at me.

My mind went blank as he gazed down at me fondly. His other hand then went over my face and he gently fixed my hair. I gulped. It was again as if there were only two of us in the universe.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly.

I went speechless for a moment. How could this Park Jimin be the same Park Jimin who is rude, obnoxious, insufferable and cocky? He was so gentle I’m starting to doubt his bad boy reputation. “It’s okay.” I replied.

Then he smiled. God- when I said his smile was addictive, I was not joking. “Though not so much. I had fun seeing your reaction.”

I smacked his arms and he laughed. “Don’t you dare bring me to a haunted house again!”

“Sure, sure.” He replied half-heartedly. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Okay, okay, let’s take one last ride okay? One that you’ll obviously like.”

My eyes lit up in excitement.

“Let’s ride the Vikings.” As soon as he said that, I screamed in excitement and immediately headed towards it, jumping every now and then. I laughed as he got stuck in the crowd. Eventually, he reached me. We queued for a while before it reached our turn.

“Ready?” He asked me as we sat ourselves at the seats. We were seating at the most end row because it was the most thrilling - I think.

I nodded enthusiastically, grinning wide at him. Must’ve been contagious because he grinned back at me.

The ride began to kick back and the tension built as everyone went quiet. “This... is... so... fun!!!!!” I screamed when the Vikings descended quickly after that.

Mid-ride, I felt raindrops on my hand. Oh- shit. It’s going to rain! At first, the rain was drizzling. As the Vikings started to slow down, it started to pour. I looked at Jimin in panic but he was just laughing at the situation.

“Jimin it’s not funny! We’re going to get drenched!” As soon as we were set on the ground, we quickly exited the ride. Most people were frantic trying to take shelter. The both of us took cover near the standing table with shades over it.

“We are soaked!” I looked at myself as my shirt hugged my curves. I looked at Jimin. He was eyeing me a bit differently than usual. His gaze was sensual, it made me hot despite the cold rain.

“I know.” He replied, his voice low. I noticed his wet shirt was stuck on his body too. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the trace of his chest and toned abs underneath. He stepped closer to me.

I gulped but didn’t break contact with his eye. It was as if I was inviting him closer to me.

He took another step forward and leaned closer, his face now only inches against mine. Although the proximity between us was damn close, he didn’t proceed to inch his face further which was driving me crazy. There was a silent competition between us, trying to see who would give in first.

The sound of the pouring rain was loud on our ears but the noise in my head was louder. In the end, I gave up. I crashed my lips against his first.

I could sense him smiling against the kiss. Jerk. But at that time, I couldn’t care less about my pride.

He deepened the kiss and I smiled. I guess we both lost against each other. Within seconds my hand was in his hair, his was firm on my waist. I broke the kiss to gasp for air but he was quick to attack my neck with wet kisses and I inevitably moaned.

His kisses and touches were arousing me. I arched my back, shoving my breast higher towards him. I was getting bold with my advances. It was probably the thrill and adrenaline rush from the rides that I became more daring in my actions. I pressed my hips against his and I could feel his hardened crotch against mine.

“Hana-“ he broke the kiss, gasping for air as his eyes searched mine.

I smirked at him and bit my lower lip seductively. My hands held his biceps as I started to grind myself against him. I could see his surprised expression at my brazen move.

“Fuck-“ he tilted his head back as pleasure coursed through him. My breath hitched from the excitement of grinding against this Godly creature named Park Jimin.

His hand went towards my breast and he grazed against them teasingly earning a moan from me. I want him to touch me..

“God- Hana stop- we’re in public.” He said although his own voice was cracking.

Shit! Realization hit me. I was so lost in the moment that I forgot where we were. I looked around. Thank God the rain was so heavy nobody could see anything.

“I’m sorry. I was just caught in the moment.”

“Are you sure it’s not because you have a crush on me?” He cocked one side of his eyebrow.

“Shut up!”

He laughed. “I don’t think the rain would be stopping soon. I’d say we just run through it. I’ll bring the car around.”

I was still blushing red thinking about my bold advances so I just quickly nodded.

“Here.” He extended his left hand at me and I sheepishly took it. “Ready? 3, 2, 1!”

And we were running in the heavy rain and to be completely honest, I was soaked down to the underwear. He left me by the ticket counter near the entrance so that I may take cover from the rain while he disappeared to retrieve his car.

He came by few minutes after that and I quickly got in the car. The water was dripping wet from my body the car seat was drenched within seconds. I looked at Jimin guiltily.

“What?” He asked without looking at me. How does he even know I was looking at him?

“Your car seat...”

He glanced for a brief second. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll send you the invoice after 3 working days.”

“Jimin!” I cried at him. I felt really guilty for wetting the seat especially because it was a freaking expensive car but he still had the nerve to joke about it.

“I told you don’t worry about it. It’ll dry.”

“Really? It won’t affect anything? Any stain after that or something?”

“No it doesn’t. Unless the rain was made of coffee or something.”

I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn’t dare to lean my back against the backrest as I tried to minimise as much casualty. The car then veered into an expensive looking residential apartment area. This is not my house area, I frowned.

The rain was still heavy here but Jimin drove straight into the lower ground parking lot and we were saved from the rain.

“Where is this?” I asked but didn’t earn any reply from him as he reversed the car into a parking lot.

“Come.” He simply said and exited the car. I did too.

He then led me into an elevator that looked too extravagant and exquisite for a parking lot. He pressed the button and the doors closed. He turned to look at me.

“What?”

His lips curled as if trying to stiffle a smile. “Nothing.”

I narrowed my eyes at him but decided not to press further. I was still curious on where he’s taking me. The elevator reached level 30 and Jimin exited so I just followed suit.

Could it be.. that he’s bringing me to his place? I wondered. At the same time, I was nervous as fuck. He turned right and then stopped in front of a door. He punched in his passcodes then gestured me to enter the house.

I was stunned by the view that greeted me. It was a luxurious apartment full of expensive furnitures and sophisticated interiors. I gulped as I take in the sight.

“This is my apartment.” He said as the doors closed behind us.

“Jimin..” My eyes widening by the second.

“Hmm?”

“You’re rich.” I said matter-of-factly.

“Uh... thanks?”

“No, I mean, you’re rich, rich.”

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Ten Years- Shawn Mendes One Shot

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Prompt: Ten years ago, Shawn told you he liked you, but you weren’t ready. After meeting again, those feelings haven’t changed.

Word Count: 2100

Based On: When You’re Ready by Shawn Mendes

Masterlist Shawn Mendes Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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“I’m really going to miss you when you’re gone, you know.” Shawn said, looking over at you from across the hammock. Sitting in the park’s hammock, you felt at ease with him as you watched the trees swing from the wind; that sense of peace left when he brought up the dull topic.

“I’m going to miss you too. Vancouver’s going to be so boring without you.” You frowned, not wanting to think about how your father decided to move your entire family across the entire country.

“Who am I going to bother during class now? I can’t imagine making it through school without you.” He stated, sitting up and making the hammock swing a little.

“I think you’ll manage. We’ll still talk, right?” You asked, sitting up to mirror him.

“Of course. You’re my best friend, Y/N. I’m going to call you as often as I can.”

“We should make a pact.” You suggested, “So we’ll for sure see each other again. Is ten years too long?”

“Ten years? That’s so far down the road.” Shawn replied as your mom began to call you back inside the house.

“Ten years.” You nodded, “We’ll see each other again in ten years, right here.”

“We’re going to be twenty, what if we can’t make it?”

“You’ll make it work, Shawn. I know I will.” You said.

“Y/N, we need to be leaving.” Your mom called you again from the car and you stood up from the hammock.

“I want to tell you something.” Shawn said, grabbing your hand as he followed you.

“Tell me in ten years.” You smiled, pulling him in for one last hug. You two held onto each other tightly, as if your lives depended on it. After a moment in his warm embrace, you let go and left with a small smile.

“Ten years.” He whispered under his breath as he watched you leave. All he could hope for now is for you to truly remember him, just as he knew he’d remember you- his childhood best friend who took his heart with her to Vancouver.

~~~

10 years later

“What do you mean you’re going to Canada?” Your friend and roommate asked you as you sat on your floor, packing your suitcase.

“I have to go to Pickering.” You said, “I’m meeting someone.”

“What are you talking about?” She kept her eyebrows raised at you, not moving from her spot in your doorway. “You’re not even from Pickering.”

“Correction, I grew up there. I moved to Vancouver when I was ten, and I promised my childhood friend that I’d meet him there in ten years. Well, ten years is in two days.”

“You’re going all the way to Canada for your childhood friend? I can’t tell if that’s cute or crazy.” She paused, “You do realize you’re literally missing a week of your internship for this, right?”

“Well, yeah, but I told them about this when they hired me. I’m fine, everything is fine.”

“Okay, you have fun in Pickering. I’ll just be here enjoying my California sun.” She teased before leaving.

She had every right to think of your plan as crazy. You were scared that going back to Pickering was going to pointless. You couldn’t help yourself from thinking that maybe Shawn didn’t even remember your pact, or even you. The two of you hadn’t talked in years. In fact, the last thing you remember was him calling you for your twelfth birthday, and then all calls ended and he went on to become a superstar. There was an optimistic part of you, hoping that the boy you liked all those years ago would show up for you again.

~~~

“I’m leaving.” Shawn nodded as he repeated his last statement.

“I got that, but why? Is there something planned that I don’t know about?” His manager asked him and Shawn simply shook his head.

“Not really. I just made a promise to a friend that I’d see them this weekend, so I need to go home.”

“A friend? What kind of friend are we talking about?” He asked skeptically.

“She was my best friend until she moved away. We made a pact to see each other again.”

“Are you even sure she’ll be there?”

“Yes, I know her. She wouldn’t forget me.” Shawn couldn’t hide his smile as he thought about how much you could’ve changed in the past ten years. He was dying to see you again, and he was hoping that you’d still treat him the same as you did back then- that you wouldn’t treat him as the Shawn Mendes and instead would treat him as the dorky kid from Pickering.

“Was she just a best friend or something more?”

“Why all the questions?” He teased, “Well, I did really like her, but we were just kids, and besides I never told her how I felt.”

“Be careful when you’re there, okay?”

“I will be.” Shawn nodded again, continuing to pack his clothes for his trip.

~~~

Two days later, you nervously sat on a bench near the hammock. You were early, but you weren’t sure if Shawn would remember the time, or if he’d even show. You let out a small sigh and continued to look around the park; it was as if nothing had changed to you.

“Y/N?” You heard someone ask from behind you. You turned around and your eyes fell upon Shawn. You immediately pulled him in for a hug, a wide smile spread across your face.

“You really came.” You said, pulling back from the hug. You two both took a moment to look over the other. Gone were the braces and the childish clothes. Shawn was now incredibly taller than you with a strong build, and, well, needless to say, you had hit puberty and now looked like a mature young adult.

“You doubted me?” He teased as the two of you sat beside each other on the bench.

“I didn’t doubt you at first, but then you went on to become famous. Where did that come from?” You playfully slapped his arm and fully realized just how much more built he had actually become.

“I know, it’s been crazy.” He ran a hand through his curly hair, “What’s been going on for you?”

“I’ve got two more years at a university in California and I currently have an internship for the summer.”

“You left Vanouver?”

“You didn’t expect me to stay there my whole life, did you?” You joked.

“I don’t know what I expected. I learned a while ago to never expect anything.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You let out a laugh at his comment, knowing he didn’t intend for it to sound the way that it did.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. You always did the unexpected. You’re so spontaneous. I love that about you.” Shawn smiled at you, before he realized his mistake, “You know, it’s just a- a good quality.”

“I get it. I love that you never know what to say.” You replied and he let out a chuckle.

“You got me there. I can’t argue with that.” He said, “Do you want to grab some drinks or something?”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded and the two of you made your way to the small pub across the street from the park.

You sat at a small table in the corner of the room and Shawn went to grab you drinks. While he waited for them, he looked over at you and made a silly cross-eyed face at you. You couldn’t help but laugh and he flashed you his best smile. Your heart skipped a beat as you drowned in that smile again.

“So, any big news we should discuss?” Shawn asked, setting down the drinks. He sat in the chair across from you and began to sip his drink.

“Big news?” You raised an eyebrow at him, questioning his words again.

“For starters, I don’t see a ring, so no engagement or marriage I assume, but what else?”

“If this is your way of asking if I have a boyfriend, you’re doing a horrendous job.” You paused to take a drink of the intoxicating liquid in front of you, “The answer is no, by the way.”

“That’s a good answer.” Shawn winked at you playfully.

“Okay, rockstar, what about you? I can’t bring myself to even try to keep up with the tabloids.” You stated.

“I’ve been to busy performing to think about a relationship.” He replied, mentally adding ‘and I’ve been waiting for you’.

“You know, last time I saw you, you said you wanted to tell me something.”

“Oh, did I?” He seemed to look away from you nervously. You placed your hand on his, bringing his attention back to you.

“Judging by that reaction, you remember it, so what was it?” You asked, your eyes pleading for him to tell you.

“I may or may not have wanted to tell you that I liked you, as much as a ten year old could.” Shawn explained with a somewhat awkward tone in his voice. You took a moment to think before responding. Over the years, you had considered different options of what he would say, but none led to this. You had always admired him, even when you were younger. He was your best friend, your crush too; but that was ten years ago and you two had grown and changed since then.

“I don’t know what to say.” You said quietly, feeling your peppiness from early slowly diminishing.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything.” He shifted his hands so he was now holding yours and he traced his thumb over the back of your hand gently, “I guess I wanted to tell you back then, so I might as well tell you now. We were kids though-”

“Has it changed?” You asked him. Your eyes never left his.

“Has what changed?” Shawn asked, surprised by your sudden response.

“Have your feelings for me changed?”

“It’s been a while. You’re still an incredible person.”

“Are you saying yes then? Because I too liked you all those years ago.” You said, smiling at him.

“Are you being serious? We were just that stupid back then to not say anything?” He let out a laugh at the thought.

“We were only ten.” You teased.

“What do you say- do you want to see if this would work?” He proposed with the same soft smile on his face.

“You’re on tour right now, and I’m still in school.” You said, your own smile faltering, “Why don’t we wait until we’re ready? At least, we can stay in touch better now.”

“Tell me when you’re ready then. I’ll be waiting.” When his eyes met yours again at the proposition, you knew he’d keep his promise, just as he kept his word for ten years.

~~~

“Isn’t late?” You asked when you picked up your phone.

“Yeah, but I missed you.” Shawn said and you could picture the smile that was on his face.

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed.

“So how was your day?” He asked you.

“Uneventful as always. And how was your show?” You replied. It had been two weeks since you two reconnected, and he called you every day, just wanting to hear your voice as you rambled on about the smallest things.

“Exciting. The crowd was amazing tonight, I wish you could’ve seen it.”

“I know.”

“I have a break now. Can I come see you?” Shawn asked softly.

“Of course.” You laughed.

“Good because I’m outside.” He said.

“Outside?” You repeated as you heard a knock from your front door. You immediately went to open it.

“Told you I was outside.” Shawn teased as he pulled you in for a tight hug.

“My place isn’t even clean, I wasn’t ready for this.” You replied, feeling guilty about the mess.

“It was a surprise, you weren’t supposed to be ready.” He laughed, pulling away from you slightly but never moving his hands from your waist. “I really did miss you.”

“I missed you too.” You smiled up at him. “Shawn?”

“Yeah?” He replied as one of his hands trailed its way through your hair.

“I am ready now.” You told him.

“You have no clue how happy that makes me.” Shawn smiled, “Can I kiss you now?”

“We’ve waited ten years for this. Don’t make me wait any longer.” You teased. His hand now rested on your cheek as he leaned down and gently placed his lips upon yours. You smiled into the kiss while your hands got lost in his curls. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, his breathing still beating on your face.

“Ten years is way too long.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x you #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fanfic

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Resbang 2019: hot for the teacher (chapter one)

Here is my piece for Resbang 2019! Chapters are going up every hour to finish it off and little a little room for antici------pation! When my lovely artist, ringochan, posts their art I will add the link for viewers! In the mean time, here you go!

Summary: Maka had always wanted to become someone who left their mark on the world; an inventor, a political leader, an author. She never thought her legacy would be educating eight-year-olds on how to read, multiply, and conduct experiments. Now, in her first year of teaching, Maka is realizing that being the top student in college is different from being an effective teacher in the classroom. And, it doesn’t help that her newly appointed co-teacher is annoyingly better than her. (And attractive.) As Maka struggles to push herself through the year and get through her perfectionism, her and her co-teacher, Soul, form a teaching bond that impresses even the snooty district personal. And themselves. Teacher/Elementary School AU. Warnings: sexual content, drinking, swearing, mental health, family/childhood trauma

Rated M Pairings: SoMa, SidxNyga, BlackStarxTsubaki

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Chapter One below the cut!

She is up before the alarm goes off and she wonders if this is what first day jitters feels like even though it's not her first day. The kids don’t come for another week. It’s a mantra in her head, but her heart still flutters as she glances towards the outfit she had hanging on the closet door. Its a basic skirt and button down combo, but she’s beginning to doubt her choice.

The beeping of the coffee machine pulls her away from the doubt and she shuffles out of the room. One cup of coffee later and she is deciding what cereal to eat. Chocolate bunnies or cinnamon bunnies? As she’s balancing the boxes in her hands, the familiar ringtone of my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like, it’s better than --

"I thought you slept in until the last minute,” Maka decides on the chocolate shaped bunnies as she answers. A laugh crackles over the phone and she winced. Just because her mind decided to wake up at five in the morning didn’t mean she wasn’t affected by the sharpness of Blake’s … everything. “Seriously, Blake, what’s up?”

“Don’t sound so excited to talk to your best friend, Maka,” the familiar voice fills her ear as she presses the phone between shoulder and cheek, “I wanted to check on you. First day jitters?”

“Can that even happen if it isn’t my official first day?”

“Kids come next week, Maks, and this week is going to be filled with silly meetings and trainings. Don’t be so nervous.”

“Well you’re a natural,” Maka hunts for a spoon in the clean side of her sink, “and you’ve been there for three years.”

“Everyone starts somewhere,” something in the background muffles Blake’s voice, “and three years isn’t a lot of time.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Maka begins to move the cereal around in her bowl, making sure every chocolate bunny is covered in milk before taking a bite. “We have to be there at seven-thirty, right?”

“Yes ma’am,” she rolls her eyes at his tone, “anyways, I just wanted to check up on you. I know how nerves can be and I need to make sure my college buddy is ready for the big world.”

“I think I was ready before I even went to college, Blake. Remember, it was you who thought I was in my final internship.”

“Eh, the past is the past. I’m gonna go.” The call ends abruptly and Maka puckers her lips as she looks at the End Call screen. He was never good at goodbyes.

She sighs as she looks at the chocolate bunnies floating in her milk. She stirs them around a bit and suddenly is being pulled back into her thoughts.

She graduated, moved across the county, and got a job, all in the year. She thinks back to her first day of college, walking into her Introduction to Education class and snickering when Blake Star, a crazed looking frat boy, waved her down because he wanted to complement her trench coat. He had asked if she was the other speaker coming in for the freshman.

He then continued to talk and talk about how his junior year was going and his professors. He even asked her questions before answering them himself. After a full five minutes of him holding a conversation with just himself, she slumped down next to him in the chair and nodded along. The look in his eyes when she stood up and introduced herself as a student in the class was priceless.

Something wraps a warm tail around her leg, breaking Maka from her train of thought. She looks down to see her cat, lithe and black, curling around her leg. Her yellow eyes pierce up towards Maka. Maka leans down to give her a scratch under her chin.

“Lilith,” Maka sighs as she discards the rest of her cereal onto the growing pile of dishes in her sink, “I hope everything goes okay today. I mean, I’m sure there will be some boring meetings and a lot of paperwork but ... ,” Maka stops and laughs to herself a little bit, “I am venting to my cat. And now I am talking to myself. Teacher brain has already begun.”

The cafeteria has tables folded and pushed to the side and there are rows of chairs for the morning meeting. She is the first one in the room, and there’s a distinct smell of cream cheese and coffee in the air from the complimentary snack table in the corner. Maka shifts the bag on her shoulder and debates if she should move toward the front or fall into the back.

Before she can make a decision, the doors to the cafeteria swing open and Blake comes in with a bellowing laugh and two others behind him. His hair is dyed a neon blue, matching one of the school colors, and his green eyes twinkle. He sports an old school shirt for DWMA, gym shorts, and beat up Nikes, but Maka didn’t expect anything else from the P.E. teacher.

“Maks!” He hollars her name even though she is only a few feet away from him, “always the early bird.”

“Good morning to you too, Blake,” she smiles and her grip on her bag strap lessens. She moves toward the small group. Blake’s smile grows some more and then he blinks as if realizing something before twisting to the two people behind him.

“Barret, Nyga, this is Maka Albarn, the new third grade teacher! She’s my friend I told you guys about.”

Behind Blake are two other people, one man who stands a good head and a half taller than Blake and a woman who is about Blake’s height. They man’s dreadlocks fall just past his ears and his eyes are dark and warm as he gives Maka a smile. His hand is rough in her own when he shakes it. He wears similar attire to Blake, and Maka guesses he is the other P.E. teacher.

“Sid Barret, but everyone really goes by last names here,” his voice is deep and friendly, “and this is Mira Nyga-Barret, my wife. I work with Star here as a P.E. coach and Nyga here is our lovely math coach for the school.”

“So you’ll be seeing me a lot,” Nyga speaks and her voice is strong, as strong as her deep blue eyes, “I’ve heard good things about you from Star and Dr. Mortimor. I look forward to working with you this year.”

“Likewise,” Maka smiles and shakes Nyga’s hand as well, “I’m excited to start my career here. It feels unreal getting my first year position at DWMA.”

“Well, there’s a reason we have Academy in the name,” Barret begins to move towards the chair,s “you’ll start to notice, though, that as bright as our kids are, there are some troubles because of home situations. It wasn’t a mistake when Dr. Mortimor placed the Academy here.”

“It’s important that all kids have access to arts and science,” Maka says as she settles down in one of the chairs. They were in the middle of the rows, a comfortable distance from the front.

“We pride ourselves in it,” Nygas adjusts herself, smoothing her hands over the long, dark blue skirt she wears,“especially the arts. Every year our art teacher has created a statue with the graduating fifth grade class. They’re placed all around the school. Maybe Blake can give you an official tour so you can see everything.”

“She’ll want to see her classroom first,” Blake leans back on two legs of the chair, hands clasped behind his head, “besides, I think Dr. Mortimor or Ms. Leon will do the tour. They kinda run this place.”

The doors open again and more voices fill the cafeteria. Barret excuses himself to go talk to the group that just walked in as Nyga and Blake begin to get into a conversation about scheduling. Maka sits with her bag between her feet and begins to fiddle with a loose string at the hem of her sweater. Slowly, as the cafeteria becomes filled with staff members, Maka’s nerves begin to increase. There’s easily fifty people in the cafeteria now, mingling and roaming around. Some talk and laugh while others are scroll on their phones. Maka feels welcomed and shut out all at the same time -- no one has eyed her up and down, but also no one has come over to welcome her to the school. She tries to slow down the blooming feeling of anxiety in her chest.

“Welcome, welcome,” a high voice purrs over the intercom system in the cafeteria and everyone begins to lower their voices, “welcome back teachers and staff members! We have a meeting at seven thirty in the cafeteria with bagels and coffee, complimentary from the PTA. Make sure to grab a snack, find a seat, and get ready for some icebreakers to start us off right for this new year!”

“You must be the new third grade teacher,” the voice came from beside her and Maka jumps slightly as she turns to see a woman older than her standing there. Her blonde hair is cut short and choppy, and it holds a slight curl. She wears a black turtleneck and dark business pants, and Maka can tell from the look in her hazel eyes that this woman is judging her.

“Yeah, I’m Maka Albarn,” she plasters her best real-looking-fake-smile on as she holds her hand out, “excited to be joining the team!”

The woman looks at Maka’s hand for a moment before reaching out and shaking it. Her long black nails tap against Maka’s skin. “Medusa Gorgon. I’m the other third grade teacher. I’m right next door to you.”

“So will you be my mentor?” Maka asks, letting her hand fall into her lap while Medusa raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow into a deep arch. “I mean, when I went to my new teacher orientation they told me --,”

“Wait, you’re a first year teacher?” Medusa points a finger towards Maka as if accusing her of something. Maka’s eyes go crossed for a moment as they track the nail. She looks back to Medusa. She simply nods with her tight smile and Medusa purses her lips before returning an equally tight smile. “Well, it looks like we’ll be working pretty closely. I’m going to have to guide you towards not screwing the kids up too bad this year.”

“Excuse me?”

“Maks!” Blake’s voice cuts through the tension that is beginning to build between the two teachers and they both look to see the man standing a few chairs away, hands on hips and stupid grin plastered to his face. “Come get some snacks. I can introduce you to some of the others!”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Maka stands and hoists her bag onto her shoulder. She gives Medusa another smile, “I look forward to working with you this year.”

“Likewise,” Medusa’s eyes trail over Maka one last time before she turns on a heel and goes towards the front of the cafeteria. There is a tight, eerie feeling in Maka’s belly, but she pushes it down and turns to join Blake at the bagel table.

“The Thompson Sisters,” Blake makes a wide arm gesture towards two women who look like they should be models instead of working in a school.

The tall one has her hair down, long and straight, glossy in the fluorescent light. Her features are slightly accentuated with makeup and she smiles with her pink tinted lips. The outfit she wears looks like it has been pulled straight out of a teacher Instagram account; light washed high waisted jeans, a pale green button down blouse, and a slightly over large tan-and-brown plaid blazer. She’s tall and slim, but the heeled boots she wears make her even taller, closer to Barret’s height.

The girl next to her is the total opposite, though equally stunning. Her face is round and her cheeks are dusted pink. Baby blue eyes sparkle under thick lashes and she has a bubbly smile as she reaches out for a hug. Her dress sways around her calves as she moves in and squeals as she squeezes Maka against her chest.

“Maka Albarn! Our new third grade teacher! I am so excited to work with you!” The bubbly woman’s voice matches her personality perfectly.

"Star's told us a lot about you," the tall one smiles and it's blindingly beautiful. "I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz. Patti is the one who goes by Ms. Thompson."

"Thanks for the warm welcome," Maka pulls back and blushes under their gaze, "and I hope it's all good things he’s told you."

"Well graduating top of your class with recommendations from almost all your professors is quite a sign," Liz waves her hand in the air, her pale pink nails manicured to perfection, "I may have peeked into your files online. I'm the family services and volunteer coordinator by the way. So you'll see me running around here."

"And I'm the school counselor," the other one, Patti Thompson, said. "I'll be coming in to talk to your kiddos during the school year. You'll hear from me a lot."

"Let's not overwhelm her just yet, girls," Blake clasps a hand on Maka’s shoulder and flashes his usual big, dumb grin, "the Doc should be in soon to start this thing off. Let's go back to our seats, Maks."

Maka settles back down with Blake next to her and Barret on the other side. It felt odd being between the two P.E. coaches, but something inside of Maka tells her she should stay as separated from Medusa as she can before the school year starts. The chattering in the cafeteria had begun to settle down and soon everyone was facing the stage, waiting for Dr. Mortimor to come out. The clock ticks and ticks, people whisper, and then finally the man steps out on stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice is high and holds a playful tone. Dr. Mortimor is a tall man, towering on the stage, and he wears a crisp black suit with a pale blue shirt underneath it. His black hair is gelled back, hazel eyes sparkling behind a pair for wide, black rimmed glasses. His mustache is twisted at the ends, and Maka imagines his smile hidden behind it as if he were a cartoon character.

“Welcome back,” Dr. Mortimor continues with arms outstretched, “as you may have noticed, there are a few new faces around here! I want us to go around and introduce ourselves quickly, then we’ll get into our real icebreaker activity!”

Her heart pounds at the mention of an icebreaker activity, but Maka knew this would happen. She’s a teacher for goodness sakes, she designs icebreaker activities for a living. But, even as people introduce themselves and their jobs, along with something they did over the summer, Maka feels her heart sped up as her time comes closer and closer. The sentences she is going say repeat in her mind as everyone goes, and soon it’s Nyga’s turn, then Barrets, then hers.

“Good morning,” she smiles and silently curses at herself at the way her voice hitches, “I’m Maka Albarn. I’m the new third grade teacher. Something fun I did over the summer was get an apartment.”

“Where is it,” someone calls out.

“Grigori Gardens,” Maka wrings her hands in front of her, “and this is my first year teaching.”

Some people let out a congratulations and others give a simple clap. Maka pushes her flush down and nods at everyone before taking her seat. Blake springs up next to her and starts going off as Maka tries to breath and calm down her nerves. She was used to speaking in front of a group of five year olds, last year she spent the whole school year in a kindergarten class for her final internship. Standing in front of a bunch of adults was a totally different story.

Once everyone had introduced themselves, they turned their chairs toward a large projector screen that was lowered above the stage..

“Time to do our quick icebreaker! Mrs. Leon will be passing around a slip of paper to everyone. I want you to do Two Truths and a Lie. Then we will go around and share with small groups with Life Boats! Directions are on the powerpoint let’s go-go-go!”

The man’s peppy personality did not match that of his outward appearance, and Maka noted that she might need to be extra-extroverted with the man. She receives her slip from Mrs. Leon, the assistant principal who had a dazzling smile and a perfectly tailored power suit. The activity is pretty simple and fun, she gets into three different groups and everyone laughs and guesses at what the truths are and what the lies are. She gets to meet a few other teachers; two fifth grade teachers, a resource teacher, and the art teacher that was mentioned before. Once the activity is over, a few details regarding the weeks schedule are given, then the teachers are dismissed to their rooms.

“I can show you your classroom,” Blake slaps his knees and jumps out of his seat, “and help you move stuff. We don’t have too much to do right now, plus, Barrett said he would be the ball-checker today and I just needed to clean up the office.”

“Thanks, Star,” Maka sighs as she stands, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, “I have a lot though, are you sure you’ve got time?”

“For you Maks, anything.”

“You really do have a lot of shit,” Blake huffs, a sweat breaking out across his forehead as he places the last box down. Maka nods and takes in the room. It is large and carpeted. When she walked in, she literally gasped. Looking into the class, there is a smartboard mounted to the left wall, then three, tall ceiling windows on the opposite wall to the door. Another door is diagonally across the room, an emergency escape. Then, the wall where the main entrance was was covered with a large whiteboard and two corkboards flanking it. There weren’t many corkboard spaces, and Maka knew she would have to figure out how to decorate them later, but everything is lovely.

There is even a large wall of cabinetry against the wall across from the smartboard and an island where a few laptops and tablets are piled up. Desks are scattered around the room, and various group tables. Three large bookshelves are in a corner and she already knows she is going to move them. Her boxes sat stacked near the entrance, piled high, along with furniture she had brought.

“Well, I’m gonna head off now,” Blake wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, “let me know if you need anything, okay Maks?”

“You got it,” she smiles, “thanks again.”

He leaves and Maka ties her hair up tighter and gets to work. It’s hours of moving desks, humming to herself, and dusting things off. She hunts through all the cabinets, making piles of math, science, and reading resources and another pile of garbage. The desks are arranged into the center of the room and the book shelves are standing side-by-side against one of the tall windows when it’s all done. There’s decorations laying around, random piles that no one could deceiver, except for her. She is laying on the group carpet, sweaty and exhausted by the time five o’clock hits. And there’s still so much more to do.

“Wow, you didn’t get much done did you?” a voice calls and Maka jumps, sitting straight up. She turns toward where the voice came from, a door that connects her classroom to the one next door, and sees Medusa Gorgon leaning on the door frame.

“Yeah, I mean, I went through all the cabinets and piled some stuff up so I knew what to do with it tomorrow,” Maka stands up and brushes at her skirt, “what about you?”

“Oh, I’m all set,” Medusa looks at her nails, “student’s desks are arranged, set up the library, even got to laminate a handful of questions stems for my small groups.”

“Sound productive,” Maka leans back on her heels, “well, I think I am going to head out now, it’s getting late and I live pretty far still.”

“You’re going to leave it like this?” she raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow at the state of the room. “Well, I guess so, if you’re planning on coming early tomorrow.”

“I-I wasn’t,” Maka feels herself flush with frustration and embarrassment, “but I’m confident that everything will get done.”

“Cute,” Medusa’s tone is flat and she pushes off of the doorframe, “well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Have a good night,” the door slams as Maka says her goodbye and she feels herself scowl. Who knows how this will work out.

She takes one last look at her room, heart fluttering with excitement and nervousness. Her teammate may have some discouraging words, but Maka knew how she felt. Confident, sure, and down right ready for her own students.

#resbang2019 #legacy #soma #soul eater #teacher au #some of this is based off real life haha #hot for the teacher

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Another Love - Part 1

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: Human AU - Reader’s life gets a little complicated when she falls for our favorite Mikaelson brother.

The doorbell went off three times before Elijah rolled his eyes and shut his laptop. “Kol!” He shouted - but his youngest brother didn’t answer. Elijah huffed, knowing he wouldn’t get any more work done for the evening. It was just as well, he thought as he glanced at the clock to see it was already past midnight.

The doorbell rang again, followed by impatient knocking. He stood, making his way to the front door, already knowing who would be there at this time of night.

He swung it open and Kol’s best friend pushed past him. He stepped aside. “By all means, Y/N, please do come in…” Elijah said dryly.

Y/N didn’t bother thanking him. “Where’s Kol?” She asked urgently.

It wasn’t unlike her to show up any time. She often popped in to the Mikaelson home at all hours, day or night, looking for Kol. When she was younger she had fallen and broken her wrist trying to climb into Kol’s bedroom window on the second floor - and while Elijah (who took on the responsibility of raising his younger siblings) preferred she not visit at all during the night, he knew she was stubborn. He had made her promise to use the front door, and it had become a habit since.

It was, however, very unusual for her to not give the eldest Mikaelson brother an attitude.

Elijah furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, already making her way to the staircase. “Upstairs?”

He nodded, and she made her way to his brothers room, Elijah’s eyes trailing after her with curiosity and concern.

“Y/N, I have to be up for work at six in the morning, this better be good.” Kol grumbled, sitting up in bed and pulling a T-shirt on.

She sat at the bottom of his bed, pulling her knees to her chest. “It’s an internship with your brother’s company, I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine,” she snapped.

Kol sighed. “An internship you could have as well, darling,” he pointed out.

She occupied herself by picking at the sleeves of her jacket. “I have no desire to work for Elijah,” she scoffed. “He hates me.”

Kol chuckled. “He doesn’t hate you.”

“Right,” she laughed. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Kol ignored her comments, changing the subject. “What’s going on?”

She laid back onto his mattress, her feet dangling off the edge. “Matt broke up with me.”

Kol laughed. “I’m sorry...lovesick Matt Donovan broke up with you? The guy has been following you around like a lost puppy for ages! What happened?”

Y/N covered her face with her hands. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” she sat up and stood, glancing around his room. A picture of her and Kol when they were seniors in high school sat on his dresser. It was a lifetime ago. They had been laughing at something, though she couldn’t remember. Kol’s arm slung lazily around her shoulder.

Next to it sat a more recent photo of him and his siblings, all of which were unfairly gorgeous. She picked it up, studying each of their faces - her second family. She let her eyes drift to Elijah’s smile for a moment before she cleared her throat.

“He broke up with me because of my friendship with you,” she finally said. “How dumb is that?”

Kol stood up, and moved next to her, taking the frame from her hands and putting it back. He contemplated her for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“He thinks we are too close, and he wanted me to spend less time with you and your family, and we fought...and ultimately he ended things.” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “It’s so ridiculous.”

Kol swallowed nervously and cleared his throat. “It’s not that ridiculous, darling,” he muttered quietly.

She turned to him then, her Y/E/C eyes filled with confusion. Kol was watching her, waiting for understanding to dawn on her face. When she tensed, freezing in place, they both knew what he was implying.

She bit her lip, unable to move. Kol had been her closest friend for as long as she could remember, and it suddenly felt like she couldn’t talk to him at all, the words dying in her throat.

He moved toward her slowly, dipping his head and pressing his lips to hers nervously.

She closed her eyes, and he placed his hands gently on her cheeks. When he tried to deepen the kiss she pulled back, a scared expression on her face.

“What was that for?”

Kol rubbed his thumb gently along her chin. “I’ve wanted to do that for as long as I can remember,” he whispered.

She pulled away from him. “Don’t.”

“I love you, Y/N, I always have.”

Y/N shook her head, wiping her lips.

“Say something,” he pleaded.

She felt her eyes burning and ran her hands through her hair. “What do you want me to say, Kol?” Suddenly she was angry with him. “You’ve ruined everything,” she hissed. She pushed past him as her anger continued to bubble. She hated Matt for making her choose between him and her second family, Kol for changing everything...herself for snapping and hurting Kol. She knew things would never be the same.

Elijah sat in his office, a drink in his hand. He had popped upstairs just to check in, Y/N had looked visibly upset, and he couldn’t get it off his mind. When he went to knock, he saw the door had been open a crack, and Kol’s lips were pressed to hers. He turned quickly, and left them be. When he really thought about it, it was a natural progression for them - he had always known his little brother was in love with Y/N. It was obvious.

But that still didn’t stop the jealousy that wrapped itself around his chest, suffocating him. He dismissed it, taking another sip of his bourbon.

Y/N awoke the next morning, her eyes red rimmed and swollen from crying the night before. She glanced at her phone to check the time, and noticed she had no new messages. She opened her texts and pulled up Matt. She glanced through their last text conversation, feeling a little sad, but knowing breaking up was the right choice. She never loved Matt, and while she enjoyed his company, it never felt right. She deleted the thread and moved to her conversation with Kol. She typed out a message three times before deleting each one and shoving her face into her pillow.

Maybe the whole thing had been a terrible dream, she wondered.

She hopped in the shower, trying to wash the memories away, but she played the evening over in her head again, and again. It was like a bad movie. The only thing worse than the kiss itself was the expression on his face when she told him he had ruined everything. She winced when a little voice inside her head told her it was so terrible because he wasn’t the Mikaelson brother she had wanted to kiss her. She shook the thought away quickly.

Halfway through the day Y/N still hadn’t received any messages from Kol. She missed her best friend - they had been constantly connected, and the silence was deafening. She finally picked up her phone and hit dial, but he let it go straight to voicemail.

Deciding enough was enough and that they were adults, she got in her car and sped off to the Mikaelsons. Fifteen minutes later she was in their driveway, Elijah loading a bag into the back of his Bentley.

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked. She didn’t realize Elijah had a trip. Normally before one of the siblings went away for an extended period of time they had a family dinner, which always included her.

Elijah stood, turning to face her, looking her up and down. His soft brown eyes held no annoyance, like they often did when he addressed her, but instead a sadness to them. She furrowed her brows, wondering what had happened in the few hours since she had last seen him.

He tore his gaze away, continuing to load his luggage. “Business trip,” he said dismissively.

“I didn’t realize you were leaving,” she spoke softly.

Elijah said nothing.

“It’s just that I normally get invited to your send off dinners,” she cursed herself internally for sounding so pathetic. When he didn’t respond, she turned to go inside.

“There was no dinner,” he called after her. She turned to look at him. He stood, his suit impeccable as always, his hand in his pocket. His jaw tightened. “Some last minute business came up in our Chicago office,” he explained.

She nodded. “Oh. When will you be back?”

He looked down at his shoes for a moment and fiddled with his car keys. “I’m not sure,” he stated matter of factly. When he looked up again his gaze had hardened. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

She swallowed, biting the inside of her cheek. “Travel safe, Elijah.” She made her way into the house, refusing to glance over her shoulder at him like she so desperately wanted to do.

“Kol?” She knocked on his bedroom door, and she heard him shuffle around.

“Come in,” he called out.

She entered nervously, taking a deep breath to steel her nerves. “Hi,” she said softly from the doorway.

He didn’t look up at her, instead focusing on packing clothes into a suitcase.

“I called you earlier,” she began.

He nodded. “Yep, I saw.”

“And when you didn’t pick up, I called the office, but Vincent said you hadn’t shown up…”

Kol nodded again.

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

He finally looked up at her. “Don’t be.” He walked over to his closet, pulling a pair of dress shoes out and placing them in top of the suitcase.

“Wait a minute,” she said, noticing the luggage. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to work from the New Orleans office,” he explained. “Get out of Mystic Falls for a while...Nik said I could stay with him.”

“Why?”

Kol chuckled. “Oh, come on, darling. We both know last night changed things, let’s not pretend.”

She began to cry softly. “I’m sorry, Kol.”

He wanted to pull her into him then, but held himself back. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. “I hate when you cry.”

“Don’t go,” she replied.

He wiped at his own cheek, a tear spilling over his eyelid. “Y/N,” he sighed. “I can’t…” he struggled for a moment, looking for the words. “You will always be my best friend, but I can’t pretend like I’m not in love with you. Maybe some space will do me some good,” he explained. “I’ll be back at the end of the semester.”

She began to apologize again, but he cut her off.

“Don’t apologize for not loving me back, please,” his voice cracked and he swallowed. “Please don’t do that.”

She nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“It’s just for a little while,” he reassured her. “We’ll go back to being best friends, graduate, with our master’s degrees, I might add, and start fresh.”

Y/N hugged him tightly, and left.

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chapter 18: my best friend.

“Yn, you have a call on line one!”

Your receptionist popped her head in your office door and nodded towards your phone. You were so wrapped up with the document on your screen you didn’t even notice that she forwarded the call through, the red light blinking needingly at you.

“Thank you” you smiled at her.

“Lee-Chan Incorporated, this is yn speaking” you smiled into the phone.

You waited for the person on the other line to speak, but you couldn’t hear anything, just some commotion in the background.

“Hello?” you asked again sweetly.

“Uh, hello? Yn?”

Korean. You haven’t heard the Korean dialect used to fluently in almost a year.

“Yes, may I ask who is speaking?” you responded in the same dialect.

“It’s Jin… Seokjin? You don’t recognize me?” he stammered nervously.

“Jin? Wow… I mean, how are you? Is everything okay?”

You were in complete shock. It had been a year since you had talked to the boys. You figured they would never forgive you for leaving them the way you had, but to say you didn’t check the internet for the names everyday would be a lie. Even absent, they were still a huge part of your life.

You thought about texting them often, but you figured if they wanted to talk to you they would reach out. And they hadn’t.

“Everything’s okay. I’m good… really good. But listen, I don’t have long to talk, but we’re actually in Japan right now for a few days. Do you want to meet up?”

“Of course! When were you thinking?” you asked, a little taken aback.

“Is tonight okay? I know it’s short notice, but we didn’t-”

“Jin!” you interrupted, “tonight is fine.”

“Oh yeah, okay. I mean, great! We’re staying at the Mandarin Oriental. Can you meet us here around 7?”

“Sure… Hey, Jin?” you asked, hesitation apparent in your voice.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve missed you guys” you whispered.

“Yeah, yn. Us, too.”

And just like that the line went dead. You stood up, nervously pacing your office. You didn’t even notice when the door opened and Jihun had stepped in.

“Babe?” he asked.

You jumped at the sound of his voice.

“Shit, Jihun! Try knocking next time would you?” you snapped.

“Whoa, yn. What’s going on?” he asked, coming to you and taking you into his arms to calm you down.

“They called” you whispered, taking a step back. You sat on the top of your desk and started fidgeting with your fingers, avoiding Jihun’s stare.

“Who called?” he asked.

“Kim Seokjin. You know, my friends from back in Korea that haven’t talked to me in a year.” You hated how bitter your tone sounded.

“What did they want?” Jihun’s shoulders stood wider, defense taking place of his normal relaxed nature.

“They’re in town and want me to come meet them tonight.”

“And you’re going, aren’t you?” he replied through clenched teeth.

“You don’t think I should, should you?”

“I’m going to support whatever decision you make, but they really hurt you, yn. You cried for two months, waiting by the phone for them to contact you and it never came.” Jihun sighed, taking a few steps away from you, his hand running through his hair

“I hurt them, too, Jihun. I should have never left like that.”

“You did what you thought was best at the time. They should have understood that.”

“Not everybody is you, Jihun” you murmured.

Jihun’s head snapped towards you, “and what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing…” you sighed. “I don’t want to fight about this, okay? I’m already freaking out about seeing them again, but I am going to.”

“When are you leaving?”

“In about an hour if you don’t mind me leaving early…” you hesitated.

Jihun took a deep breath in, repeating his nervous habit of pushing his hair back from his forehead. “That’s fine, but if you need me you call me immediately, okay?”

“Thank you for always protecting me, but I think I’ll be okay tonight.”

“Just promise me” he whispered, walking slowly toward you and pulling you close, pressing his forehead onto yours.

“Okay, baby. I promise.” You stood on the tip of your toes so you could wrap your arms around his neck. Arching your back, you smiled up at him, “You know I love you, right?”

“I know. I love you more, baby girl.” He bent his head down, his lips meeting the soft spot on top of your head where your hair meets the skin.

“I need to finish up this report before I leave. I’ll see you later at home, alright?”

All Jihun could do was nod before leaving your office.

An hour later, you finished typing your last report of the day before sending it off to Mr. Chan, the boss of Japan’s branch. You opened your phone and sent a quick text to Jihun before heading out to meet the seven strangers who you used to know better than your own self. You took deep breaths, trying to steady your increasingly nervous shaking with the incline of each floor the elevator took.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Would they even recognize you, you thought to yourself. You had dyed your hair a lighter brown color and had recently fell in love with the gym. Your muscles are now more defined, and it made you look thicker in appearance. Did they call you to let you know they hated you in person? You shook your head, hoping the negative thoughts would flow with it.

Ding. You finally reached the top floor of the hotel. It’s now or never your brain was whispering to you.

You took a step out and the security guards at the front of the door nodded at you. These men were tougher looking than their old security guards. You gulped a little in fear, but one of them cracked a small smile as you approached. They must have been expecting you. Of course they were expecting you.

You quickly knocked on the door, hoping it was loud enough so you wouldn’t have to awkwardly stand in silence a moment longer.

The door began to creak open a few seconds later.

Your heart skipped a beat seeing Jin again for the first time in a year. He looked different, older… more mature.

“Well look what the cat drug in” he smiled at you, and you felt yourself instantly relax. He’s smiling.

“I could say the same for yourself, barging in my territory without so much as a warning.” Jin opened the door wider, pulling you into his arms. His wide shoulders instantly collapsed around your frame, squeezing you tightly. You took in his scent and welcomed the crushing embrace, happiness and sadness alike overflowing your emotions. He still smelled the same. He was still the same.

“Come on, everyone’s in the kitchen. I just finished cooking dinner.”

“Oh my God, please tell me it’s Korean. I haven’t eaten a proper Korean meal in forever.”

“Of course it is. Who the hell do you think I am?” he winked.

When you walked in the kitchen, everybody stopped and turned towards you. You were taking them all in the same way they were you. They looked older, much more than just a year, more muscular and broad shouldered.

“Hey guys” you have them a small wave.

They immediately got out of their seats, coming over and hugging you, giving you their welcomes. Well, everyone but one. Jungkook was at the other end of the table, arms crossed and still staring at you, eyebrows creased together.

“Jungkook” you nodded at him, and he stiffly nodded back. You looked to Taehyung to your right and he shook his head slightly back and forth, silently telling you to let it go. Your stomach dropped, the realization that not everyone had forgiven you had sank in.

“So…” Hoseok broke the tense atmosphere, “how are things?”

“Things are good!” You responded happily, and it was the truth. You were happy. “I really like it here. It was a little rough to get used to at first, but things came together.”

“That’s good” Tae said, wrapping his hand around yours and you looked up at him, matching his smile.

“How are you guys? What are you doing in Japan?” you asked, your eyes scanning the table.

“We’re promoting our new Japanese CD” Namjoon spoke. “We’ll only be in Tokyo for a few days before heading to the next city.”

“Ahh gotcha. How is all of that going? Your band and stuff?” You asked, although you knew as much as the media allowed you to.

“It’s going great. We’ve really blown up all of a sudden, ya know, getting more international attention and all that” Yoongi said.

“That’s great! I’m really happy for you guys for reaching your dreams. I saw where you had won a billboard award not too long ago. I bet that was amazing.”

“Yeah” they all smiled at each other. “That was great” Jimin giggled.

“What else has been going on with you guys? I hate to ask, but I HAVE to know,” you laughed, “is Lucy still around?”

“Ugh” Yoongi groaned.

“You were right” Taehyung pouted. “She started posting pictures of herself with us on her social media, and you know how we and our management gets about that kind of stuff…”

“And well, let’s just say she left her internship with us when she tried to open up her own business using our image has her start-up. Can you imagine how pissed off our real make-up stylists were to see her picture with us plastered everywhere?” Namjoon laughed, shaking his head.

“Not to mention Bang PD” Jin added.

“But that was not after she kept trying to get Jimin in bed and put it on her snapchat like they were actually a thing” Hoseok laughed as Jimin’s face turned red and he threw a napkin at his head.

“Okay, okay, enough of that shit” Jimin piped. “I think she gets the idea, and I think V has exciting news he wants to share.”

“Well, I’m acting now” he beamed down at you.

“About damn time” you nudged him playfully with your elbow.

You and the boys spend the next two hours eating, drinking and catching up. You knew almost everything that had happened to them in the past 300 and something days since the last time you spoke to them. But the ominous presence of Jungkook still loomed over you. With each minute that passed you got more and more anxious, irritated almost, that he refused to talk to you.

“I really hate to kill the good mood here, but Jungkook, can we go talk? Privately?” you looked at him and he continued to glare back at you. “Please?” you begged.

“Just go, dude” Namjoon urged him. “It’ll help.”

Jungkook nodded, standing up and heading towards the hallway. You followed him as he opened the front door into the lobby.

“So, you look good” you said, when you shut the front door, isolating the two of you from the rest of the boys.

“Thanks… you do too” he finally said.

“Y/n,” he started before you could reply, “why did you do it? Why the fuck did you leave like that?” he snapped like the past year of pent up emotions finally had an opportunity to bust through the flood gate.

“Do you understand how fucking hard it was for me to keep the secret that you were moving from them? From my brothers? They all hated me when they found out I knew and didn’t tell them, that I didn’t try to stop you. They blamed me, y/n. For the longest time they couldn’t even look at me” he went on.

“Oh, Jungkook, I’m sure they didn’t hate you-”

“No” he interrupted you. “Don’t you dare even try to belittle it and what you put me through for your own conscience. They would have tried to stop you, you know. They had wanted to go to the airport, or something, but they couldn’t have. And the whole time I knew. I watched you pack. I watched you slip away from us. I watched it all happen and didn’t do a damn thing to stop it. I just let it fucking happen. I’ve been so angry at you, and sometimes I think I might even hate you.”

His words hit you like he just slapped you in the face. “Jungkook,” you took a step forward, reaching out to him, “please don’t hate me. I am so sorry I put you in that situation. That was never fair to you and I regret it so much. I know these words can’t fix that, but I need you to know I really, truly am sorry.”

“And not only did you leave that that,” he continued, as if your words didn’t register, “you never tried to contact us. Not once. You couldn’t even let me know if you had gotten settled okay. You’re one of the most selfish fucking people I’ve ever met, yn. And I know the other members may have gotten over it with time, but I haven’t. I can’t. I wake up every morning and the guilt and hate just hit me.”

“I didn’t reach out because I thought you guys hated me. And after the note I was waiting to hear from you. The first couple months I was miserable. I cried almost every day thinking that you all were finally out of my life for good.”

“So why didn’t you do anything?” he spat.

“Because after awhile, you just get used to the pain. And then when it becomes a part of you, you slowly start to forget about it” a tear escaped down your cheek.

“So you just forgot about us then? Of course you fucking did” he huffed.

“I didn’t say I forgot about you, Jungkook! I could never do that. Actually, I already knew most of everything that you guys told me today. I know everything that you have done in the past year. I watch every video, read every interview, click on every picture and tweet posted. You never once left my life.”

“I really thought I hated you, yn, but right now, looking at you, I just miss you. I never really told you how much I love you. You were like a sister to me. You were just a big a part of my life as the boys or my real family was. And then you just left. Five years, yn…” his voice trailed off as he turned his back toward you.

“I know…” you whispered, taking a few steps forward to close the distance between you two and you put your hand on his shoulder. “And I am so sorry I haven’t been there for you. But Jungkook, like I’ve said, I’ve been keeping track of you guys. Even one of your security guards will send me updates. And I’ve seen a change in you Jungkook. You’re slowly becoming this whole other person. And at first, I thought it was just you growing older and maturing, but now I’m scared it’s all this anger you have been keeping. Look at me, J” you asked him, pulling his shoulder towards you so he is now facing you.

“I’m here, and I promise I will never leave you again. People change when bad things happen, and I know I hurt you, but please, you can’t lose yourself because of this. Forgive me. Not for me, but for yourself. You have to let this go for your own health and happiness. I love you, Jeon Jungkook. So damn much, and I’m right here.”

“Yn…” Jungkook’s eyes started to water and he wrapped his arms tightly around you. “I’m so sorry.”

You squeezed him, holding on to him tight. You were scared to let him and this moment go.

“You promise you won’t leave us again? You mean that?” he whispered into your hair.

“I’m not coming back to Korea. At least, not yet, Jungkook. My life is here for now. But I promise to talk to you guys as much as you can. And I promise to come to your concerts and continue being your biggest fan, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded, pulling you back at arm's length. “Thank you, yn.”

“For what?” you asked puzzled.

“For being my best friend.”

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high for this

i know i suck but i lit have never been that busy in my life, i gave away today's shift since i was until 3:30 at the airport on my internship and i've been dying ever since, this is finished and its very long ass chapter, i hope you enjoy it

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Luna Valente doesn’t expect much fun when she gets accepted to the University of Oxford, but it’s the only way to stay away from her controlling aunt. She doesn’t expect also Matteo Balsano, who is the most helpful out of everyone there. Is he really as perfect as it seems though?

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5/ and I will try to let you go if we get in too deep

The first thing she sees after opening her eyes that very morning, is blurry picture of the windows on her left, and the light coming in through them is unbearably blinding and she needs to hide her face in the pillow once again. It’s a soft, soft pillow, smelling with very boyish scent, but at the same time it smells a little like a furniture store and Luna is worried that by accident she ended up being locked in Ikea.

After last night’s blackout everything could have happened and she is very afraid of what she will see, but at least now she remembers there is no windows in Ikea. Bless the one last brain cell fighting for survival during this awful Saturday morning.

The mattress shifts next to her and Luna panics, wondering what the fuck had she done last night and with whom, and where, though currently she isn’t ready to face the truth, so she waits for her head to stop hurting so badly, with her face pressed into the pillow.

Using the moment, the brunette tries to collect what she remembers from before she lost the control, but everything she can focus on wondering whether this kiss with Matteo was just a drunk dream of hers or if it was real. Asking him wouldn’t look the best, so she is on her own with that.

Regaining some senses to herself, she can feel that she is wearing her skirt and tshirt, but also some warm sweater over this, which means the someone is a nice person; that they cared about her wellbeing enough they gave her something warm to wear. This gives Luna enough bravery to turn to be lying on her back; it’s always been awkward to stay in bed longer than the person whose place she was at, but today she doesn’t really care. Especially after seeing how the ceiling is turning around in weird way, if she got up, she would probably end up having her sight go black and her knees go weak.

There is a soft chuckle on her right and Luna hums, blinking to get some better vision before she turns to the source of the sound, and even if she didn’t control it, her body immediately relaxes completely.

Matteo is lying on his side, facing her, as his hand is supporting his head and there is a book in front of him. Surprisingly he has some tshirt on, it’s black and looks really well on him, not to mention the curiosity in his eyes while he waits for her to react. When she doesn’t do anything except staring at him, he does.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?” His smile reaches his eyes, but just a little, and that’s enough for Luna to smile back. Before she panics.

“Have I done something weird or creepy last night?”

Matteo laughs softly as he closes the book without bothering to put any bookmark in. Her eyes move to his hand and higher to his arm until she spots some black lines on his skin and this is not the best for her sanity, but she will ask about it later.

“To be honest, you had done nothing that would be weird, you just drank too much most likely, got super clingy and sleepy, so I took you here since you left your purse at your friends’ place which means no keys to your place.”

She watches him as he keeps talking and it doesn’t sound that bad. Except the fact that she was clingy, probably all over Matteo makes her blush a little, but that’s all. “And then we came here and went to sleep?” She asks with raised eyebrows and the corners of his mouth go up slightly. “Yes, I went to get a shower and you crashed on my bed before changing into stuff I gave you, so I made you put on at least the sweater and let you sleep.”

Luna nods slowly, thinking deeply of what he said, being definitely too slow because of her hangover, but the boy in front of her apparently decided to wait patiently, and she really appreciates that.

“So,” she starts softly. “Nothing happened?”

Matteo scrunches his nose grinning, she thinks he will move closer to interact with her, touch her in any way, but he doesn’t. “Nothing happened. Don’t worry, sweet thing, I am not this kind of guy. I don’t need to get anyone that drunk for anything to happen.”

The brunette growls and rolls her eyes, turning away from him when he bursts into laughter. “You know, I wouldn’t do anything especially when you were this drunk,” he continues with a little softer of a tone and rests his hand on her waist over the blanket.

She looks at him over her shoulder. “Yeah, and you know that comment was very unnecessary.” He laughs again and pulls her to his chest, which has her a bit tense, but as soon as he plants soft kiss on top of her head, Luna relaxes and leans into him more.

“How are you feeling anyway, because I still haven’t asked,” he murmurs in her hair and she sighs. “My head hurts badly, but could be worse I guess.”

“I would offer you painkillers, but this requires me getting up and I don’t know if you want me to get up now.” He teases with tiny smile and Luna turns to him. “Yes, I will die if my head bursts so there would be no cuddles ever again.”

Matteo nods with small smile and kisses her shoulder before pulling away and humming something as he leaves the room closing the door behind. Luna just stares at his back and weird lines on his arm peeking from under the sleeve, apparently there are things she still didn’t know about him, and honestly there is probably a thousand details more she maybe will never find out about.

Her head pulses with another wave of pain and Luna growls, covering her eyes with her forearm, hoping it will stop. It really doesn’t, and Matteo seems to be away surely longer than just to get pills and a glass of water, but she doesn’t have enough power to just get up and go to look for him.

Eventually the mattress is moving again and she look from under the sweater.

“I have tea for you, maybe it will help a little too.” Luna smiles at this and slowly sits up with his help, he is sitting right next to her and moves her hair away from her face before passing her two pills. She takes them with small thanks, and soon she will melt under his touch, when he is caressing her back, almost reassuringly and she forgets about trying to be sane around him.

Luna decides to focus on warm tea, slightly sweet as if he added honey or a little sugar to it, probably not sure if she likes it sweet or not. That’s definitely more appreciated than his attempts at feeding her with coffee every morning, and the brunette keeps sending him smile from between glances around his bedroom.

It’s spacious and rather comfy, the bed is big for them to sleep next to each other without any touching; like last night, and it’s really, really great thing to sleep on. The mattress is soft, but not too soft to have her drown in it, or at least she tries to think of practical stuff instead of wondering if he brought any girl here before her, and if he did - how many?

There is a ton of volumes staying steadily on the tall, wide bookshelf, the covers in different sizes and colors, probably different languages as well. Luna has heard he had travelled a lot before going to college, but Matteo himself has never told her anything about that, neither has he any souvenirs from places he’d seen. Maybe he doesn’t like putting little things on the shelves, or maybe he is a practical human being, too serious, too proper for unimportant stuff gathering the dust.

Matteo pokes her softly, waking her up from zone out. “Are you okay? You are really tense,” he mumbles, taking the tea cup from her hand, even though she isn’t done yet.

“Yeah, I’m just looking around.”

He raises his eyebrow, it looks funny, because this small wavy wrinkle appears on his forehead just to disappear back smoothly when he gives up on weird looks. “You know how my bedroom looks, sweet thing. You have been here before.”

Luna shrugs softly, trying to make up some excuse. “Um-,” she starts, very vocal. “I never really got to check what kind of smart books you have up there, looking pretty and probably never read.” She sticks her tongue out at him as he gasps, making her giggle.

“Luna Valente, how do you even have a heart to make fun of me as you are sitting on my bed?

“Well, maybe find me some better thing to do?” She throws before she manages to think and he has surprised face, just for a mere second though and then small smirk covers his face. “And what means ‘better’ for you?”

The brunette panics a little, blinking slightly too fast as she searches through her mind for something, which isn’t easy when you look at the fact she has a headache of the century.

“Show me your what’s on your arm maybe,” she says softly, with genuine curiosity and Matteo seems confused until she takes her hand to the edge of his left sleeve and touches his skin without breaking the eye contact. Her fingers caress his shoulder under the thin fabric of his tshirt and this surely distracts him enough.

He clears his throat. “Ah, this. It’s a tattoo.”

“I had no idea you have a tattoo.” Luna hums, “do others know about it?”

Balsano shifts under her touch, as if it made him feel too much at once. “Not really. Just people that have seen me without a shirt on, you know.”

Luna nods, taking her hand and sighs, taking deep breath and staying in silence, because it soothes her headache.

“I wanna see.”

“What do you wanna see?” Matteo asks and she rolls her eyes. “The tattoo, duh.”

He licks his lips, sitting away on the bed and just takes off his shirt, but in a way it stays on his elbows. His chest and his back, just like his shoulders are visible, so Luna guesses he just didn’t wanna ditch it completely, or keep his hands to himself.

The latter most likely isn’t real, because Matteo Balsano never denies himself things.

She takes her eyes to his shoulder, the one she was curious of and she sits closer to see it. It’s nothing really special, or with some idea, it’s just a pretty pattern, geometric one and definitely took a lot of time to complete.

“Can I ask why did you decide to have it?” She asks, her voice quiet and chill since the moment is soft and she’s afraid loud talking would ruin it.

“I liked it. I thought it would look nice and it does.” He answers, but his answer doesn’t seem complete to Luna. “Is that all?”

It sounds a little pushy, and she wants to back away when his eyes change for a second, he boops her nose quickly. “Tattoos don’t need to have special meaning, sweet thing. Though maybe I wanted to piss someone off.”

His voice tells her that the topic is done, she won’t ask anything more to avoid any possible collision. She just keeps her fingers on his forearm, not sure what now, when he clearly cut the conversation.

“There is another one, though,” he murmurs near her ear, and Luna jumps confused with her nose scrunched. Matteo only chuckles and turns away to sit with his back facing her and having Luna gasp at the sight of straight lines and circles, bigger and smaller, some tiny, with thin shape or rather bold. Some are filled.

She lets out small sigh, it’s so pretty, but also. “Oh, Matteo. It must’ve hurt so, so much.”

He laughs loud, turns as he puts back his tshirt and pushes her down on the pillows. He leans over her, touching her nose with his and sighs with his hands on both sides of her head. “Stay soft, Luna Valente. It looks good on you.”

With that he kisses her quickly few times. And then again, and this time it’s not a soft kiss by any meaning.

🌙

Ambar doesn’t take her eyes off her phone screen even when she is sitting with Luna during their usual late lunch meeting. The brunette is having rather hard time; she is living for human interaction, for small talk and gossip, for normal conversations about the other, but her cousin gives her nothing but cold glances.

Luna eventually gives up, as always around the time they get their food. She tries to focus on today’s lasagna, and not mess up her new blouse she got few weeks ago during shopping with friends.

She is already used to those cold afternoons with Ambar, just quiet until someone just asks one question, that has answer either yes or no, so the talk dies quickly. Today they already shared like 5 lines, so the limit is reached and Luna is sure she will be able to enjoy the lasagna fully.

“I have heard you and Balsano have a thing.” Smith asks matter of factly as she digs her fork into fish she ordered.

Luna can’t remember the day she choked on her dinner as much as today, but definitely lasagna would be the one to blame if she died. “What? I wouldn’t say we have a thing.”

Ambar rolls her eyes. “Yeah, call it as you wish, it’s your business, but when you make out with a guy in a visible place, Lunita, people start talking. You can of course deny, because everyone was too drunk to record a video, or too scared of Balsano, but I don’t approve that.”

“No offense, Ambar, but I don’t need your approval to do things.”

“As long as you use brain while doing things I don’t care. I just don’t need people to keep asking me around whether I know shit to gossip about or no.”

Luna huffs, slightly offended even though she started with the no offense, but that’s the charm of her cousin, who is able to annoy everyone, even Luna herself who is always forgiving and tolerant.

But when she doesn’t say anything, Ambar continues. “I am here not to trash you, even though I would love that. It’s Sharon’s job and you surely have enough of it. I just want to remind you that since you already chose yourself this boy to, I don’t know, do stuff with, you have to remember you are exposed to other people. You should decide yourself if all the stages of recruitment you’ve come through and the interviews to actually get here were worth it.”

Luna sighs, playing with the molten cheese on top of her lasagna and tries to analyze what Ambar just said. It makes sense, at least she guesses it does. Though, there is one thing that has her unsure.

“Um, does he do this often?” She asks with soft voice, calm and powerless and the blonde sends her uncomfortable look.

“Hardly ever.”

🌙

It’s been quiet for some time already, which could be surprising, but the fact they all have tests in following days made them stop trying to gossip at least for this afternoon. Luna manages to focus amazingly, or at least since when Nina told Jim and Yam to shut up, it’s been quite chill and calm around. Her phone isn’t buzzing anymore since Matteo had some important union stuff to do and Luna hasn’t been pushing in any way, she has her own things to do. Maybe there is less and less of them since she met the Italian boy, but there is something still only hers and this is definitely studying with the girls.

She is going for the record of read and understood pages in a row when someone kicks her on the ankle. She just huffs and throws a glare at the table, yet her ginger friend is just sending her subtle signs to look behind, and Yam is just staring.

Luna rolls her eyes and turns back to the book, but now even Nina clears her throat, so it’s most likely thing at least worth of a glance behind. She leaves a bookmark between the pages last she read and sighs before turning towards the direction all the girls keep staring at.

Now Luna should appreciate the long hallway in the middle of this one of Oxford libraries, because she can see Matteo walking through it slowly, just at the same time flipping through some book with dark cover, and talking to the boy with curly hair he’s been hanging out with more often recently. He doesn’t seem to know that she is there staring at him, but Luna hopes he will spot her as soon as possible since her silly heart already wants to jump out of her chest and run to him quickly.

As Matteo and his friend pass her table on their left by she feels small tiny disappointment and Jim huffs loudly, earning the attention of the boys. Luna gasps, not sure if she should be thankful or regret this. When Matteo‘s eyes rest on her for few mere seconds, just to slide away slowly in lazy, very typical for him manner, Luna feels like throwing up. They keep walking and she doesn’t even check where, because she needs to focus on not looking like she feels; which means like a total fool, even if she hasn’t told her friends about how comfy she has gotten with Matteo, chilling and watching tv show in his bed few days ago.

“Have you seen that?” Jim huffs once again, her face just as red as her hair. “I have no idea what this ‘that’ even was, but who does he think he is?” Yam answers, blinking her eyes in disbelief.

Luna doesn’t really know if it’s such a big deal; if it should be such a big deal, or at least as big as her friends make it be. She knows it wasn’t really normal, no matter if he ignored her, if she can call it that of course, on purpose or just was in hurry somewhere only he knows. To be honest, the brunette only wants to forget any boy stuff that’s going on, and focus on study, because God’s a witness that’s what she should be actually doing right now.

“I don’t believe this though.” Jim speaks again, or more like murmurs finishing the conversation Luna missed here, too busy with her thoughts, too distracted. Nothing new, and the girls normally let her slide with this, but apparently not today. She feels a nudge on her ribs. “Come on. Are you gonna just sit and let him think he can be all hot and cold?” The ginger haired girl continues. Nina sends her helpless look and Luna just shrugs at them all, not sure how to act now.

She guesses that she will have to talk to Matteo about this, but first she will most likely ignore him for a while. If it’s possible to ignore Matteo Balsano when he doesn’t want to be ignored, because from what she has learned about him is that he never wants to be ignored, and he doesn’t like that.

“I think,” Nina starts, for the first time in the entire conversation about Matteo. “That you should let Luna do whatever she wants to, and that he deserves to have his ass kicked for not even stopping by to say hi.”

“I agree!” Yam raises her hand almost hitting Jim on the head. “Nina maybe you can speak Luna back to her senses. I still remember daily morning coffee special for you, and now he just ‘blesses’ you with his look.” The word ‘blesses’ her friend says with such a disgust, she actually wants to laugh. Though everything here seems true and makes very much sense, at the same time Luna can’t believe this. She knows Matteo wouldn’t do anything asshole-ish, at least not the same Matteo who kept playing sleepy with her hair, wrapping single strands around his fingers. He wouldn’t be an asshole.

“Girls, please. You are making drama and I am able to handle this by myself. But not here and now, it’s not the right place and time, and I would love to remind you that no matter how much you will stress, the test is still coming.” Jim stares at her very pouty, so she just continues. “No matter how much you bitch about a boy. If any of you says one more word, I’m going to my place, because I really want to pass and I don’t have time for distractions like this.”

“So you are really going to let this go? For real, Luna?” The only blonde girl by the table asks and Luna stares at her unsure, everything happened like five minutes ago so she doesn’t have any plan for this. She will see when she meets him in person, most likely alone, avoiding attention of weird people.

“I don’t know. I will see when I have mind for this. And you should drop this finally, since Matteo fills most of our conversations and it tires me up. Plus throwing all accusations and making up all stories and weird reasons before even knowing what the other side has to say is very wrong. I don’t want to jump into conclusions.”

With this she gets up, gathers her stuff and leaves, hoping her brain will let her do anything productive that day.

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Matteo, 16:54 Hi, how are you?

Matteo, 17:02 Are you okay?

Matteo, 17:20 Luna

Matteo, 17:47 Text me back

Matteo, 18:14 I hope you didn’t fall asleep while studying

Matteo, 18:45 Luna Valente, please

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She actually had managed to study, she turned off her phone and made notes, promising herself that the sooner she is done, the sooner she will do nice stuff like procrastinating other things, avoiding Matteo and avoiding her friends. It’s not that she wants to ignore the guy, and make him feel guilty, because that’s not the point. The point is that it’s expected from her to make a drama, or something. Yeah, she indeed felt hurt and offended, but it’s not like they are anything, there is no promises, or words what they will do or what they will not.

She hasn’t seen Matteo for whole day, not since the library time, and it made her somehow calm and peaceful. Though, her brain was trying to pull her into weird places and conclusion space, but chemistry has been too messy to think of Italian boys and their chocolate eyes.

That’s why she is so surprised to see hundred of texts after turning her phone back on; almost all of them from the chat with the girls, a message from mom and few texts from Matteo. She decides to answer him as the first.

Me whats up?

After this, she goes to change into some comfy stuff and makes some tea. It’s her me-time and Luna plans to enjoy it to the fullest, calling her mom after dinner time in Mexico, hopefully she will catch her dad and it will be perfect evening. Her phone buzzes and she automatically reaches for it.

Matteo I should be asking you that I mean I hope you are fine How has your afternoon been?

She rolls her eyes softly at three texts at once, but she guesses if she had this ability to fast typing not only in emergency or tea spill moment, she would’ve used it.

Me ive been eating cake and stalking spanish models on insta no jk i was studying bc the girls didnt let me

Matteo Very funny, really Do you have time now?

The brunette bites on her lower lip, wondering what he wants from her, why is he asking her about her time, if he wants to go out somewhere or come over. It kind of ruins her plans, but her inability to say no is showing.

Me why are you asking? Matteo Haven’t seen you much today, just want to catch up

🌙

He promised her tea.

He promised her tea, in a nice coffee shop, with not many people around and soft music in the background. It’s warm, just like he said, and really pretty; there is floral pattern on one of the walls, the rest has dried flowers in glass frames. There are armchairs instead of the chairs, with pillows and Luna wonders whether it’s a place to hang out with people, or more like nap time, when there is no place to stay.

She is sitting on one of those very comfortable, light brown armchairs, her legs are curled up next to her as they are waiting for their drinks be ready. Matteo is in front of her, in dark shirt, softly checkered with white, and black vest over it. When Luna did see them first, she honestly lost her shit and she needs to calm herself until now from time to time, reminding herself that yeah, he is real and the waitress hasn’t really tried to throw herself over his lap.

“To be honest, I’m surprised I managed to drag you out of your place,” he throws in the middle of the conversation as she was flipping through dessert card.

“And why is that?” she asks, looking at him from over the menu and she wonders if those sparks of the feeling of attraction in her stomach will ever chill whenever her eyes are on him. Most likely no.

“Because it’s already late afternoon and since you were studying I was sure you would tell me to chill my ass and leave you alone.”

Luna pouts, scrunching her nose. “You know I would have never done that. I am a nice person Matteo, and if I turn someone down, I do it as nicely as possible.”

He sends her soft look, even if a little amused. “Okay then, I’m sorry and I am really happy you decided to probably change out of your sweats to meet me.”

“Yeah, though as soon as I see that you indeed ordered tea with milk, I’m leaving and you shall never see me again, Matteo.” She sticks her tongue out at him as he rolls his eyes. “I drink it only when I need to soften some professor so they see I’m proper English student. But privately I rarely drink tea.”

The brunette hums, as the ice cream on this page looks delicious. Sadly it’s too cold for that today. “And yet here you are, taking me out for a tea.”

“I am and I’m very proud of that.” He grins and wants to say something else, but the waitress puts the tall cups of tea in front of them. Matteo thanks her with small smile and Luna does the same, yet doesn’t receive any look from the waitress named Olivia, whose eyes are glued to the Italian boy and it’s as funny as annoying. She still thanks her for bringing her order and hopes Matteo ignores the girl more or less.

🌙

It’s around nine when he they leave. He helps her with putting on the jacket and gives her his scarf, because it got windy. She keeps sending him small smiles, hoping that he will answer her when she asks about earlier; she didn’t want to ask before to not ruin the nice, soft mood and the brunette herself enjoyed it enough to postpone the uncomfortable questions.

They aren’t in any hurry, walking slowly and talking still just like they have talked for past hours, she listened to Matteo talking about classes and union and tiring classes in the morning. Hopefully they do this again, just hang out without drama around, people gossipping, because she doesn’t really like this kind of attention. She never minded it before, but this is very unhealthy and better if avoided.

His fingers tense slightly when she slides hers around them, maybe he isn’t used to holding hands while walking with someone, but Luna decides to try and sends him small smile. After this, Matteo smiles back and his grip on her hand tightens.

“Can I ask you something?” she mumbles, just slightly unsure as they get inside the building.

He raises his eyebrows, but still relaxed. “Yeah, sweet thing, you can ask me whatever you want.”

“Um,” Luna starts, already fidgeting with his fingers. “I just wanted to know if you were okay this morning. In the library. Because you didn’t even say hi or something.”

Matteo sends her a little sheepish look, but it lasts just a second, before it’s back to those thinking eyes, as he appears in front of her having her crashing into his chest since they were walking. Slowly, but still walking. She pulls away embarrassed with red cheeks, but he smiles. She didn’t even notice they got to the door of her dorm. “This morning I had to finish my paper for astronomy, because it was due to noon so I went to the library and I was just in hurry. I’m sorry if it made you feel bad, you should’ve told me earlier, or even back then.” He takes her face in his hands, his thumb caressing her cheeks so softly, so gently she can’t really breathe. Luna stares at him with wide eyes, not wanting to blink when he is so close, so she can take all his face and memorize it; every tiny freckle and the length of his lashes and the small dimple when his mouth curls in a smile.

Matteo Balsano is an unusual man and he knows it, and she doesn’t mind that, as long as he is looking at her like that, speaking his voice this soft. “I had no idea it would upset you so much. I wanted to see you later to catch up so I texted you.”

She just nods softly, overwhelmed with the way he is talking to her. His nose brushes hers with some kind of tenderness. “I mean it’s not even that I was upset. I was just surprised, plus the girls-” he cuts in. “No offense to the girls, but they seem overly dramatic most of the times.”

Luna blinks surprised, because how would he know how her friends are? “What do you mean?”

“I don’t mean anything bad of course, just that they seem impulsive, quickly jumping to conclusions. Not to try to get between you and them, but maybe you should just take things as they are, without listening that much to their huffs and puffs.” The brunette hums and opens her mouth, but Matteo continues. “That’s of course my suggestion, you will do what your pretty head decides.”

She nods, smiling a little again, because that actually makes sense for her melted at this point. “You are right. Anyway, do you want some hot chocolate?” The question is just a tool to change the topic, and they both know it, but it apparently works.

“Sure, with whipped cream and chocolate stars.”

He kisses her slowly on the forehead, the nose, and finally on the lips, relaxing all of her muscles that have been tense and she hasn’t even known that.

🌙

but right now I'm gonna let this slide, you'll be mine, mine, mine

#soy luna #lutteo #hft #my writing

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gremlinkweenarchive-blog · 5 years

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so......... I’ve been dying

my job is super understaffed right now so I’m in the middle of 8 days straight of working and a lot of the days I’m called in early or I stay late so I’m just tired

on top of that, I have my internship so when I’m not busy with my job, I’m busy with that

then there’s the depression™ but I’ve been taking St John’s Wart for like a week and a half now and it’s actually helping so!!!!

I’m going to be trying to get back on and writing more and I’ll be answering the stuff in my inbox slowly but surely!

also, like what’s the tea? what’s going on? where’s the good fics? come talk to me y’all!! I miss you!!

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enkindl3d · 5 years

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LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name - Johnny Hart Eye colour - Deep chocolate brown Hair style / colour - Currently a dark shade of brown since he's had it dyed blonde (then red, pink... then half pink and half blonde) for a couple of months. Since he’s started an internship at a law firm, he wanted to look mature and professional but knowing Jo, he will dye it back to blonde soon. Height - 178cm Clothing style - His clothing style varies depending on his mood. When he’s in class for lectures that just seem to go on and on, he tends to wear large hoodies and jeans (sometimes tracksuits) to be comfortable. Other times, he will go for that edgy look with his dark jeans, turtleneck or dress shirts where he rolls up his sleeves to show off the growing sleeve tattoo. When he is feeling like showing off (now that his confidence has grown), he would pair his ripped jeans with fishnets underneath y’know. Then when he goes for his internship, you will find him in a nice suit complete with a skinny tie, kinda like a young Korean Mike Ross from Suits. Best physical feature: Many say his smile and others have commented that it’s his eyes.

LAYER TWO : THE INSIDE

Fears - Fire. Without a doubt considering his past. A small flame, sure that’s alright. Bonfires? His anxiety will be off the roof. Fireworks and any loud explosions too? Please keep that away from him. Guilty pleasure - Musicals. Mamamia? Hamilton? Hairspray? Grease? High School Musical and Camp Rock? Oh the boy knows it all and will sing the entire soundtrack if you ever asked him. Biggest pet peeve - Johnny’s not a picky or easily irritated but one thing that does get him a little on edge is when people know he is concentrating and busy doing anything yet they still come to bother him. Although there may be some who are an exception to this. Another would be people on the phone to someone but they are yelling or have their voices tuned to loud like there is no need to raise your voice I’m pretty sure the person can hear you perfectly. Ambitions for the future - Becoming a top tier criminal lawyer and marrying his his future love of his life and maybe having a family of his own where he can give his kids the best life possible that he didn’t receive himself.

LAYER THREE : THOUGHTS

First thoughts upon waking up: Most often he would think about what the consequences would be if he closes his eyes for 10 minutes. What you think about most: Johnny thinks about his future A LOT. Not just the far future but the next day. He has this constant fear that something will go tits up and he wouldn’t know what to do about it. He overthinks so much that there are times he has made himself think it’s true. What you think about before bed: He thinks back to the things that happened on the day, thinking about what will happen if he did this instead or if he said this differently. He will go through different scenarios to what already happened which is not so good cause he will then hate himself for not going another way. What your best quality is - I believe it’s the way he will go out to do something without hesitation. If he wants something, he will do everything to the nines to get it. He is so well driven and goal-orientated. He will work for it even if it may take quite a while. Look at him now, he is in law school. That is something that a younger Johnny wouldn’t have dreamed of but then something clicked in him and declared he wants to be a good lawyer and he went on and enrolled despite worries that he might not be good enough. I’m a proud mama.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER ?

Single or group dates - He doesn’t mind either one but of course he would prefer single dates to happen more because he wants one on one alone time with the person he likes. Group dates can happen when a relationship or connection has been established and they’re comfortable enough to be open to spending time with friends. To be loved or respected - For him, love and respect are a packaged deal. How can you be loved when you’re not respected? It doesn’t make sense to him. He wants both. Beauty or brains - A balance but he does believe that beauty eventually fades and beauty may deceive on the most part so he would go for brains. He likes to hear peoples thoughts and opinions, how their mind works and their intellect. Dogs or cats - Dogs. He loves cats but dogs are his main. He adores them.

LAYER FIVE : DO YOU …

Lie - He does. Everyone does. Believe in yourself - Before he didn’t. He never did. But as time went on, slowly he began to with so much encouragement from the people who is in his life. He will still doubt but he’s grown to push those doubts away. Believe in love - Yes. Despite the bad things, he still believed in love. Want someone - Always.

LAYER SIX : EVER BEEN …

Been on stage: A while back when he used to do dance. Does being in a court room count as a being on stage? Cause he’s often there. Done drugs: Oh yeah but not the hard drugs, never. Just a couple of times where he got high but not anymore (he gets drug tested now due to his internship) Changed who you were to fit in: Definitely. When he was young, yes. He did everything to fit in as such as possible but now he has voice his voice, his style. He found himself finally.

LAYER SEVEN : FAVORITES

Favourite color - Yellow. Favourite animal - Otters. Take him to a zoo and he will make a beeline straight to where the otters are. Favourite movie - The Hobbit movies and LOTR. favourite game - Tekken. He will sit hours on end playing.

LAYER EIGHT : AGE

Day your next birthday will be - Saturday 1st September How old will you be - He will be 22 Age you lost your virginity - I never thought about this before but let’s say he lost his age around 18/19? Does age matter - It doesn’t just as long as it’ not underage of course. Though he does have a limit. He can date anyone who is three years younger or three years older but nothing more nothing less.

LAYER NINE : IN A PERSON

Best personality - He loves those who he can hold a proper conversation with. Someone who is full of life and dreams. Humour is a big thing for him too. Make him laugh, he is yours. A person who brings warmth and a sense of comfort and belonging. People who do not judge and is open to what life offers. Best eye colour - He has no preferences but he’s always been fascinated with people with green eyes. It’s not a common eye colour anymore and in a way, he’s captivated by them. Best hair colour - He doesn’t mind. Best thing to do with a partner - Being intimate with them. Not just in bed but the simple things like pecks on the cheek, holding hands, cuddling here and there. Another is going on dates, planned or unplanned. Just spending time with them and locking out the entire world and just focusing on each other.

LAYER TEN : FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love - life currently, his dog taco, his friends I feel - content. I hide - my emotions pretty well. I miss - my sister. I wish - I could see her again.

Tagged by: @intergalacticxmisfits ((Thank you lovely <3) Tagging: @epigrvm @minxygi @izbrane (( i’ve only just been back so i don’t have many people to tag but please if you do see this, feel free to do it anyway even if you’re not tagged ^^

#jeon;posts #about;jeon #((just a bit of this and that about my boy jo for you guys

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moirasimagines · 6 years

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closer | william (westworld) x reader

a kiss prompt from @transowenharper turned into a full-fledged one shot lmao. william’s shitty evening takes a turn for the better when the reader shows up.

word count: 1,900

warnings: none!

you’d been out of grad school for about two years. it was a strange, almost liminal space. gone were the sleepless nights penning your thesis and the grueling internships and the bullshit. you hardly knew how to live without all of it. the universe, however, was keeping its eye on you.

there was new bullshit to deal with now, thank you very much.

you had never really been lucky in love. it was frustrating. people were always supportive, telling you that eventually you’d meet the right person, or that everyone was foolish not to see how special you were. you did your best to believe them–– you did believe them, usually.

sometimes, though, it was difficult.

for instance, tonight your roommate had dragged you out to a bar, insisting you give it a go even though all you could think about was the profile you were working on for the end of the month.

it was about a man named logan delos, the heir to an incredibly successful business empire. once he realized you had no interest in sleeping with him, he began to blow you off almost without fail. you ended up spending more time with his brother-in-law, william. he, at least, had no ulterior motives, being engaged to logan’s sister. and he actually seemed interested in helping you get something published.

even so, you felt like the biographer of a biographer. the more william told you about logan, the more you knew about william. you’d begun to toy around with the idea of taking an entirely new angle to your editor: delos incorporated’s inside outsider. you were sure they’d laugh you out of the office if not the building itself.

it made you crazy, how little recognition someone like william got in the business world. he was genuine and smart and kind. he was a rare breed, and you seemed to be the only one who could recognize it. the logan deloses of the world would never capture your readers’ hearts the way william could. the way he’d captured yours.

but he was engaged, and so you didn’t give it a further thought.

well… sometimes you did. he didn’t seem all that happy. he hardly spoke about his finacé, and when he did, it was with a conservative and withdrawn respect. it was admirable, but hardly the stuff true love was made of.

so even when you were consumed with work, a part of your heart was consumed with william. how could you resist falling for the first person in ages who really took you seriously? who seemed to think you had what it took to make it? sometimes you thought you’d never get the damn article written.

even with all that stress, there you were at the bar, perched in a corner, your roommate scanning the crowd. he knew your type all too well, and since you clearly weren’t going to do the work yourself, he spotted someone for you.

“hey,” he murmured, nudging you to get your attention. “check that guy out over there. looks like he was made for you.” you looked up half-heartedly from your drink and your eyes widened.

“jesus christ, i know him.” your roommate raised an eyebrow.

“how?”

“from work. he’s the brother-in-law of the guy i’m supposed to be writing about.”

“jeez. that explains why he looks so miserable.”

“i’m gonna go talk to him.”

“hitting on a subject? that’s bold, even for you.”

“what? no, i just want to see if he’s all right, you perv. and he’s not the subject. even if he should be.” you gave your roommate a pointed look and he chuckled at you as you walked off. you rolled your eyes at him over your shoulder, and he swiftly began looking for a place to crash overnight–– just in case you needed a little privacy later.

william was tired. he was a little sad, sure. scared, even. but above all, he was so goddamn tired. with his gaze pointed towards the ground, the tips of your shoes were what first alerted him to your presence. he looked up, already prepared to get out of someone’s way or to politely excuse himself from the bar because he was bumming out the patrons. he was surprised to look up with apologetic eyes to find you standing at his barstool.

“oh, y/n. hi,” he said straightening up and smiling. “how are you?”

“i’m all right,” you replied. “i, uh... just wanted to come check on you. i saw you over here and it... looked like you weren’t having such a good night.” you bit your lip, hoping the observation wouldn’t offend.

he nodded, half shrugging. “you got me. ah, actually... it’s not great news for either of us. james delos fired me this afternoon.” your jaw dropped.

“are you serious? your own father-in-law?” william let out a humorless chuckle.

“no, no... not for a while now, actually.” you nodded slowly, eyes wide. “they wanted to keep it quiet. less gossip. but, ah...” he simply shook his head, at a loss for words, it seemed. you had to admit, you were a little bit horrified. sliding into the stool beside him, you laid a hand on william’s shoulder.

“i’m so sorry, william. that’s... that’s really terrible.” he gave a little wave, dismissing the thought.

“eh... nothing to be done.”

“i... i mean, you could fight it! go back, tell them they can’t just fire you because your relationship didn’t work out. they can’t fire you over nepotism–– i’ve seen your work, it’s brilliant. you’re one of the most diligent people i’ve ever met!”

his smile grew wistful as he watched you speak. the fact that you became so impassioned–– especially over him, of all people–– warmed his heart.

“it wasn’t anything like that. i think more than anything, they weren’t too happy that i was speaking with you... about the profile on logan.” your eyebrows rose.

“...oh.” oh. “holy shit,” you murmured, “please tell me i didn’t get you fired.” william’s brow furrowed.

“no, no no, god. if anything, i... i think i might have gotten you fired, actually.”

you hated to admit it, but hearing that was the biggest relief you’d had in months. “i’m sorry, y/n,” he went on, “i had no idea that they would––” you shook your head.

“no, don’t apologize. that piece was sucking the life out of me. how could i write an entire, honest article praising logan’s business practices? he’s like a schmoozing, flirting, glorified test-dummy.” this made william laugh.

“well then, maybe we’re both lucky we got out when we did.”

“i’ll drink to that.” you motioned for the bartender. “two glasses of champagne, please.” william arched an eyebrow.

“what are we celebrating?”

“freedom.”

----

when you checked your phone an hour later, your roommate had graciously elected to couch surf with a friend for the night. you frowned at the screen, half annoyed that he presumed you’d be so forward with your now-former colleague and half annoyed that he was right.

“everything okay?” william asked as he tugged on his coat.

“yeah,” you said, slipping the phone into your pocket before he could see. “yeah, just... my roommate. he met someone and went home with them and wanted to let me know.” it wasn’t the furthest thing from the truth. it was half how you had expected the night to go anyway.

“well, then let me walk you home.”

“oh, no, i wouldn’t want to put you out,” you replied, feeling guiltily like you’d laid a trap and he was falling right into it.

“don’t be ridiculous. It would be my pleasure. least i can do after you bought me a drink, eh?” you couldn’t help but smile.

“well then... how can i refuse?” he grinned in return.

“that’s the spirit.”

the night was chilly, but not overwhelmingly so. your apartment wasn’t terribly far, but the walk was long enough that it gave you time to talk.

“i really am sorry that you were fired,” you said softly. “especially for any hand i might have had in making it happen.” william stopped and looked at you, shaking his head.

“you don’t need to keep apologizing. in fact, you’ve done me a favor.” you smiled a little crookedly.

“how’s that?” you asked, head tilting to the side. you squinted, trying to get a read on him. william gestured for you to forge ahead, and he followed.

“my whole life… i just wanted to make something of myself. i wanted to be normal, i wanted to be successful, i wanted to be worth something. and i spent so much time chasing this… this american dream horseshit. and it wasn’t until now that i realized it wasn’t doing a single thing to make me happy. getting fired... i thought it would be awful–– as soul-crushing as i imagined it to be.” you slowed your pace as you approached your apartment, and william followed suit. “but it was a relief.”

his eyes were practically sparkling, and they fixed on yours hypnotically. you couldn’t tell if you leaned in first, or if he did, but within moments your lips molded to his and his hands were in your hair. he kissed you sweetly, but with fervor, like you were water to a dying man. when the kiss broke so you could both breathe, he didn’t let go of you, and you didn’t want to move. your foreheads touched gently, and you let your fingers curl in the fabric of his coat.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, despite yourself. it still felt like you were taking advantage of him, even though the feelings you had developed for him were clearly mutual. he shook his head, nose brushing delicately against yours with the gesture.

“you are… the first person…” he said earnestly and in between breaths, “to see me in my life. in the past few weeks, i’ve felt more of a connection to you than i have ever felt... with anyone. and you are the one who taught me that i needed to be brave enough–– to take a chance, and tell you.”

you were stunned for a moment, completely unsure of how to deal with such a beautiful outpouring of emotions. his grip began to loosen in your hair, hands drifting down to your shoulders. you could feel him start to hesitate, to begin to apologize, and you pulled him closer, one hand tightening around his waist and the other cupping his cheek. this kiss was deeper, more desperate, and at once you knew where william would be sleeping tonight. your lips parted again, and this time it was your turn to speak, the words turning to vapor against his lips in the cold night air.

“i see you,” you murmured, looking at him through your eyelashes. “i see you. and i want to keep seeing you for the foreseeable future. fuck everyone else–– everyone else who doesn’t see how special you are.”

“and how special you are.”

“yeah,” you replied, bolstered ever higher by his kindness. “do you… do you wanna come upstairs?”

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” his voice was mischievous, and he stole one more kiss before letting go of you long enough for you to unlock the door. he didn’t let you stray much further than that for the rest of the night.

#westworld imagine #william x reader #westworld william x reader #transowenharper #im aaaa MESS

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Branding the Hero

U.A.’s class 1-A had seen more combat than all other hero classes in the nation. When they talked about these incidents among themselves, late at night in the common room before the lights shut off for the night, they tended to agree this was a good thing. They knew what heroing meant now. They knew what they had signed up for. It was a scarier world than they had seen on television, but it was one worth protecting.

The internships with Nighteye and Fatgum shook this resolve. But they did not shatter it.

Kirishima’s internship continued after Midoriya’s had ended.

Kirishima mentioned from time to time how busy Fatgum seemed behind closed doors, how often men showed up by the dozen for ‘talks’ with the hero, how often Fatgum left seeming frustrated and angry after a long afternoon holed up in the building’s conference room. Asui had seen it too. When Midoriya asked All Might about it, All Might waved it off as the ‘bureaucratic nonsense’ heroes deal with once going professional. He told Midoriya not to worry about it yet.

When senior year came around, the class was formally introduced to it, under the name Hero Branding.

It had a simple explanation: the hero names they had picked out freshman year were names for their brand, not themselves. ‘Deku’ was not the person—he was the name of a public image, controlled carefully behind the scenes by sponsors, agents, investors, and a team of PR staff. These people never appeared publicly. They would ruin the image of a self-motivated hero acting on his own resolve to save people. They worked behind the scenes. They had the final say.

All Might fumbled a bit with his explanation of the system, admitting meekly that at his level of prestige he was allowed to manage himself, and hadn’t dealt with a team in years. He tried to ease the fears of students who voiced concerns of becoming a puppet on strings. All Might assured them it wasn’t that intense. It was more just…irritating. Things like costume changes, charged political statements, or spontaneous hair-dying needed prior approval. Nothing too limiting.

Each student was assigned a team, and the whole week passed with stylists fussing over appearance, agents booking fan events, and sponsors talking brand promotion. Bakugou had blasted one overly-eager agent across the room. Ashido accidentally singed off a stylist’s eyebrow for trying to straighten her hair. But for the most part, the week passed without incident, only massive amounts of irritation.

Yaoyorozu adjusted the fastest of all of them. She giggled and talked and charmed her way through the week, until members of other teams were eyeing her own staff with envy. Yaoyorozu had completed photoshoots, signed three sponsors, and booked an appearance at an elementary school soccer team before any other student had even sorted out the hundreds of pages of contracts they needed to sign. She was a natural, instantly recognizable.

When asked about it in the dorm common room, Yaoyorozu dismissed questions with a bit of charming embarrassment, and talked briefly about how used to it she was. Her family came with a lot of social capital. She’d been attending publicity events since she could walk. She was disappointed with it all, like everyone else was, that heroing demanded this too. But she’d been preparing for it since freshman year, when her first internship gave her the inkling that professional life would come packaged with this sort of brand management.

Yaoyorozu’s costume was the first to change. Slits were taken out of the side. The straps were thinned. Heavy reinforcement was added to what remained, and Yaoyorozu mentioned with a bit of disappointment that it constricted her breathing. When Uraraka suggested asking for the costume to be changed back, Yaoyorozu laughed. She had suggested the costume change. It was a necessary sacrifice to bolster her professional image, and it gave more surface area to harness her quirk. The staff had applauded it. Her agents predicted an upshoot her in popularity among young male audiences. And it made sense with her quirk. It was a tactical, smart, all-around boon.

The other costume changes happened gradually, following a similar vein. Uraraka protested only a little when her stylists cut out a diamond-shaped swath from the back of her suit. Ashido argued with her people for a few weeks before she gave in, and agreed to the new leotard that left her legs exposed. Months of back-and-forth kept up before Jirou resigned herself to a form-fitting cat suit.

All Might tried to offer apologetic reassurances, that working with agents will get easier, and usually costume redesigns are for the best. The girls’ costume changes were nearly forgotten when Bakugou’s people took away his explosion flares, and all other disgruntlement was drowned under Bakugou’s sheer rage.

But time passed, and the students came into internships with mentors who knew how to handle their brand. They learned the tips of the trade, the strategies to get their way with costume, appearance, political stances, and image. The heroes were the ones truly holding the cards, if they knew how to play them right. The students ranted to each other late at night, showered and exhausted from internship work, until they slowly got the hang of controlling their brand. Bakugou got his flairs back. Jirou got her costume back. Yaoyorozu’s stayed the same, and most of her classmates were simply jealous of her chemistry with her public image team.

One night, Yaoyorozu did not return home.

This wasn’t too uncommon—most of the students had been on multi-day missions by now. But Yaoyorozu’s excursion hadn’t meant to take more than a day. She had managed to phone in that she wouldn’t be back at U.A. by the evening, and would appreciate if someone could take notes for her the next day. That had been at 9 pm. No one had been able to contact her since.

It wasn’t until 3 pm the next day that Todoroki received a text from her. “Mission’s complete. I’m okay. I’ll be back at the dorms by tonight.”

Yaoyorozu slipped back in quietly that night. Jirou was the first to notice, only because she’d gone into the girl’s room to find Yaoyorozu’s costume stripped on the floor, and the shower water running. Jirou texted out, and everyone except Bakugou gathered in the common area to see her.

When Yaoyorozu joined them, she was hardly recognizable.

Hair down, her nightgown fell far too loose over her shoulder. She was stark collar bones and hollow cheeks and thin wrists, her first few ribs visible beneath her sternum. She smiled, tired, but seemingly alright.

Todoroki stood as though ready to catch her. Yaoyorozu dismissed him with a wave.

“I know I look a little shocking right now. The doctors said I’m okay. I can gain the weight back.”

“What happened?” Midoriya asked.

“I had to over-use my quirk. But don’t worry, I’m already talking to my people.”

Yaoyorozu sat down. She crossed her legs, too-thin calves and bony ankles, feet with every tendon defined.

“About what?”

“Changing my image. In hindsight, it was dangerous of me to maintain a BMI that low. I need reliable fat stores if I’m going to be any use on missions. It’s just how my quirk functions.” Yaoyorozu locked eyes with Midoriya. Her cheekbones cast shadows. “I lost 25 pounds from using my quirk on this mission. Doctors say if I’d dropped even 5 pounds more, I would have risked organ failure. I’m going to gain my weight back, and put on another 25 pounds on top of that, so I don’t ever run this kind of risk again.”

…

Yaoyorozu was tired. Everyone knew it from the look in her eyes during class, from the slouch in her back, from the late-night yelling matches that came muffled through the dorm walls. She vanished for doctors visits and returned with stacks of signed papers, most of which Jirou found in the girl’s room trash three days later. The telephone yelling matches slowly stopped. Yaoyorozu’s room grew quiet, save for the muted sounds of crying every few nights.

When Monday came around, Midoriya abandoned his normal lunchtime seat. He slid his tray next to Yaoyorozu and sat down. She looked up from her own plate—a cheeseburger, a sleeve of french-fries, ice cream and two milkshakes, all of which had been barely touched. Midoriya picked up the cookie from his own tray and held it out. “Want it?”

Silently, Yaoyorozu took it.

Midoriya waited, throwing sidelong glances to Yaoyorozu, chopsticks fiddling with his soba. “What did your agents say?”

Yaoyorozu bit into the cookie, chewing in silence. “They said I’m only allowed to put on five pounds more than my previous weight. ‘Chubby’ female heroes don’t get sponsorship and can’t maintain a public image, especially as a new hero who hasn’t even graduated yet.”

Midoriya’s eyes lingered on Yaoyorozu’s uniform, crumpled and too-big on a skeletal frame, hiding a sickliness not unlike All Might’s.

“…Then fire them,” he answered.

“I did.” Yaoyorozu put the cookie down. “I’ve talked to so many others. So has my mom. I got doctors notes. And when none of that worked I talked to Midnight, and Principle Nezu and All Might and….”

Yaoyorozu fell silent. Midoriya felt dread settle on his heart.

“They can’t do anything…?”

“They can’t change how the entire system works… Especially not now, when everything’s so uncertain.” Yaoyorozu picked up one of her milkshakes. She took a small sip and set it back down, eyes trained on her wrist. She moved her left hand over, and wrapped her fingers around her right wrist with ease, hardly any substance beneath it. “If I completely disregard what my agents say, I’ll never get networked in with the real heroes. I’ll never have enough footing under my name to gain sidekicks, or to be on the call-list for disasters, or to even be recognized on-scene as a hero. I’d just be a legal vigilante…and it’s more likely I’d be mistaken for an illegal one anyway. I’d have to carry my certification everywhere.”

“Could you…maybe do that?” Midoriya asked

“…Aizawa-sensei offered to let me be his sidekick… I was touched, but I don’t want to be a hero like Eraserhead. I don’t want to work at night and in the shadows and avoid people and never get my name out there. I want to be like All Might, like all of us do…”

“I’m sorry,” Midoriya whispered, because this time around he did not know what to say.

“…I almost died,” Yaoyorozu said after a silent moment. “Five more pounds and I could be dead. I can’t use my quirk at all right now. I’m useless like this.”

She crumpled forward, and her body jerked with silent, repressed sobs, ridges of her spine contouring through her uniform. Midoriya froze, only for a moment, before wrapping his arm around her and holding back his own tears budding in his eyes.

He wasn’t sure anymore what it meant to be a hero, or what this world saw in him, or what it saw in All Might and all the others.

He didn’t know, but at least it couldn’t be this. All he knew in his heart was that it couldn’t be this…

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #bnha fanfiction #body image //#consider this a love letter to a particular argument about quirks and costumes #ask to tag

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