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straykats · 4 years

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guardian angel // fake dating au

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader wordcount: ... 4.7k a/n: requested // when i said i was getting carried away i thought i meant like. 2k. not 4k. this was almost +5k omg.

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“So the guys - my friends, that is - are betting $20 that I won't be able to ask you out, and a further $10 that even if I do, you won’t say yes.”

You stare at the boy, blinking in disbelief. “Sorry, what now?”

The bell rings, and people rush past the two of you to get to lunch. Hyunjin stays standing in front of you, arms crossed with a steady gaze holding your eyes. His tongue flicks out to lick his bottom lip, and you make a fist under the desk. Did he really think he had the right to even suggest such an idea-

“You heard me. You can say no, but it’d be a waste of $30.” He sighs. “Look, all you need to do is spend a day with me. It can be one hour. Just once, and then we’re done. I’ll buy you whatever you want with that money. Actually, I’ll just give you the money.”

You glare at him and stand up abruptly. He doesn’t move, his eyes watching as you gather your stuff. “What’s in it for you, then? Just here for the sake of teasing me again?”

You see his jaw clench in frustration, his eyes flashing with unnamed emotions. You turn to walk out of the classroom but Hyunjin reaches the door before you do, shutting it.

“Hyunjin, I’m not going to deal with this shit again-”

“Neither am I, okay? If I say no - heck, if you say no, then everyone’s going to keep making up rumours, so just say yes.” Hyunjin’s features suddenly change, a mischievous light in his eyes. “Say yes, and let’s really give them something to talk about.”

And that’s how, three hours later, you found yourself walking side by side with Hyunjin down the streets.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. High school was supposed to go smoothly, and Hyunjin was supposed to be some unreachable star that you could only watch. You had been friends (well, more than acquaintances, but you weren’t sure if ‘friends’ was the right word) for a year, sharing a chemistry class, and then drifted apart.

You had thought that that had been it - he was someone you had sat next to for a year, someone you associated with only because of a seating plan… but of course not.

You weren’t sure how it started, but the following year saw rumours arise. Rumours that you had feelings for him, and he for you, and you were both going out in secret. Most of the school knew it was just stupid rumours to fluster the two of you, but Hyunjin had laughed and gone along with it. Even when you’d asked him to stop.

“Geesh, it’s just a joke, y/n,” he had said, but he hadn’t known about the comments that you had received. Sexual things, all of them. Comments about why your hair was messy, clothes rumpled. Comments about your body. You hated those the most, because you couldn’t change anything.

“So, turns out the guys aren’t going to give me the $10 unless there’s photographic proof that we went on a date.”

You let out a groan. “Walking next to you makes me anxious enough… and now you want to take a photo with me?”

“Anxious? Why would I- never mind that. Yes. I’ll send it to Seungmin. He’s the least likely to make such a big deal out of it… and then I’ll delete it.” He says the last bit with a sigh, and you thought he almost sounded sad.

You’re grumbling under your breath, hands crossed in front of your chest. Hyunjin looks across at you and scoffs. You glare at him.

“Look, if you want to take a photo, hurry up and let’s get it over and done with.”

“But this is boring. Let’s-”

He grabs you by the wrist, dragging you towards a store. You can only let out a sigh, wrenching your arm away and following him grudgingly.

You walk out ten minutes later, a cup of bubble tea in your hand. Hyunjin had ordered for you, and you didn't hate the flavour… but you wouldn't tell him that.

"Okay, say cheese!"

"That's so cringey," you say, but you look at the phone anyways, holding your cup of bubble tea up.

Hyunjin leans in, and he's awfully close, his hair brushing the tip of your ear. It tickles, and you try not to laugh as he snaps a few shots. You feign a glare at him when he tried to move in closer.

"Bit close there, buddy."

"Stop moving- hey, this one's pretty cute."

You look at his phone, and he shows you a picture of you half turned away. Your brows are furrowed, but your cheeks are raised and lips between your teeth in an attempt at stop smiling. It was a weird face, in your opinion. How was that a cute photo?

You grab the phone from him and swipe. He's leaning in close again, cheek close to yours as you both examine the pictures.

"Why do you look good in all of them?"

"Natural talent, y/n."

You frown at him. "I hope you know how much of a dick you just sounded like."

He shrugs, snatching the phone back. "Well, I'll be sending a pic now, so if you don’t mind…"

He clicks around, and you notice him type a message. It takes him less than half a minute before he pockets his phone.

“So, now that the necessary part is over, shall we continue?”

“... Continue? I’ve spent at least half an hour with you. We have our photo - which you said you’d delete, so please do - and you even bought me a drink.” You nod your head slowly, thoughts clicking together before you turn to look at Hyunjin. “If I’m not mistaken, we could leave now and this would still be considered a date. Besides, we need to train back together.”

You give him a smile, but even you could tell it was more like a stretch of the lips. You were eager to go home already, to be in the safety of your bedroom. Alone. Without Hyunjin next to you. To be in your room, where no one could find something to whisper about.

Hyunjin stays staring at you. He’s relaxed, but his jaw is clenched, and you can almost see the cogs in his eyes running… but for what? To find a reason to spend more time with you? No. To find something to say that isn’t rude or snappy? Probably.

“Okay. Let’s go home then.”

He throws you a lopsided smirk before taking off. His hands are pocketed and his shoulders pulled back. He was tall, you remembered, and his legs unbelievably long. As always, he walked around like he was walking the red carpet.

You wordlessly catch up to him and walk by his side.

The train ride home was also quiet. There was a tension in the air that you couldn't quite… name. It felt like any word you spoke was a risk, but you weren't sure why. Hyunjin seemed fine, whistling a tune like he was strolling through the park.

You barely say a word, a soft goodbye the last thing the two of you exchange before heading your separate ways.

“Did you hear? Hyunjin and y/n actually went on a date-”

“Shh! She’s right there!”

The fabric of your shirt was going to be incredibly stretched from the intense hold you had on it. You storm through the school, head bowed low. People were whispering already, and it was almost mortifying to hear their words. It was starting again, you could feel it. The rumours and the whispers. It wouldn’t be too long before the whole school new, and by then, you wouldn’t be speaking to Hyunjin again.

Which, if you were honest, was the last thing you wanted to happen.

You’re doing the one thing you never thought you would ever do - you’re looking for Hyunjin, and you knew where he would be.

Barging into his homeroom, you spot Hyunjin at the back, his head tilted back in a laugh. He was surrounded by two others - Jisung and Seungmin. Jisung spots you, eyes widening and hand reaching out to get Hyunjin’s attention. By the time Hyunjin sees you, you’re already reaching for the sleeve of his hoodie and pulling him out into the corridor.

It takes a few seconds to find a semi-empty area. You yank Hyunjin after you and finally twirl around to face him.

“Before you say anything, no, I don’t know how everyone already knows we went out. But I do have a genius idea."

Your foot is tapping the ground at a fast pace, and you feel like a character in Happy Feet.

Only, you weren’t so happy.

“Well, then you better find out how, because I already told you I’m not putting up with all of this again.”

He sighs, digging around in his pocket. “Well, here’s the $10 anyways.”

"That had better not be your genius idea."

"It's not. But it's the promised money."

“I don’t want the money.”

His hand stays hanging between you for a few more seconds before he shrugs and pushes the note into his pocket again.

“Look, I can ask Seungmin, but you can’t blame me for everyone talking about us.”

Talking about us.

The words hit some chord in you that you that made your entire body buzz with both anger and anxiety. Why were you the only one so affected by all this? Was Hyunjin not bothered? Were you just being dramatic?

You move to turn around, but Hyunjin calls for you.

“You know, people only talk and spread rumours about things they aren’t sure about. Things they don’t know.”

With gritted teeth, you pause. “What are you suggesting, Hwang Hyunjin?”

It takes less than a second for the corner of his mouth to shoot up in a self-satisfied smirk. “Date me. Go out with me. If you hate all of… the talk about ‘us’ so much, then let’s make it official, and then there won’t be any fun in making up rumours and teasing anymore.”

The world seems to slow down for a second, like a scene from a movie where everything blurs and fades out before suddenly coming crashing back. You’re not sure if you should yell at him for being so stupid or just walk away.

“You’re kidding, right? This is your genius idea?”

He stays silent, his features falling lax again and shrugs, earning a scoff from you.

“Look, give it some thought. You know there’s some truth to what I’m proposing.”

Without another word, you shake your head at him and walk off.

The bell rings, and you join the stream of people heading towards their respective homeroom classes.

Hyunjin: there’s a party this weekend, so if you wanna take me up on the offer, tell me asap and we can go together

You throw your phone onto your bed with a frustrated sigh. You had avoided Hyunjin for the rest of the day, which wasn’t too hard, seeing that you only shared maths class together, and he sat on the opposite side. You’d found yourself sitting under the trees during lunch and recess, away from most of the student populace. Your friends had offered to come with you, but you had wanted to be alone.

Alone made it easier to think through everything.

You and Hyunjin got along rather well. Infact, had the rumours not started, you might have been rather good friends. You’d like to think that it was because of the rumours that you couldn’t talk to him properly anymore. You felt the need to be pushy, to shove him away - that was safe. Keep him at a distance, keep the rumours at a distance.

But somewhere deep down, you knew you were just scared that you would prove the rumours right.

You were working on that, though. Not actually catching feelings for him. Which was going to prove hard. His proposal that morning did make sense - if you guys were to go out, then break up… there wouldn’t be any problems, right? No more rumours? Because why would people keep talking about something that actually happened?

Another ping comes from your phone, and you warily pick it up.

Hyunjin: when she leaves u on read :(

You: how did you even get my number?

Hyunjin: You gave me your number in chem??

Hyunjin: I missed a whole week and you said you’d help me if i needed

You: oh

You: i can't believe it's still saved on ur phone

Hyunjin: so what’s your reply to my offer and the party?

A curse slips past your lips, and your fingers move before you can think through everything.

You: fine.

Regret immediately fills your entire being, and you let out a groan.

Hyunjin: Okay, see you tomorrow, honey ;)

You: say that again and i’ll puke

Hyunjin: h o n e y ;)

Getting up the next morning had been a hell of an ordeal. It was Friday; you only had to deal with Hyunjin for one more day, and then the party tomorrow night, and then you guys could stage some break up.

You could do this.

Or, you thought you could, but by the time lunch came around, you weren’t too sure.

The morning had gone by breezily - Hyunjin had approached you on the way to period one - maths.

“Couples walk together to class, honey.” He grins sideways at you as the pet name leaves his mouth.

While a part of you wanted to push him away, you reminded yourself that this was part of the act. The final act to end it all. You give in to the small, hopeful part of you from a few years ago - the part that wished Hyunjin was more a friend than a threat, and you let out a tch.

“Honestly, I think you can come up with something better than ‘honey’.” His hand snakes around your waist and he pulls you closer to him, avoiding the traffic of people running the other way. “Also, we need to set some rules.”

He gives you a look that reads “Are you serious? Rules?” but he doesn’t say anything. Reaching the classroom, you take a seat, trying not to stare as Hyunjin takes a seat next to you.

“I can’t believe this is the only class I share with my sugarplum… I better start sitting next to her more!” He says rather loudly, causing heads to turn.

You ignore the whispers that start, and shake your head at him. “Sugarplum is also a no.”

“Honey bear?”

“We already said no to honey.”

“Princess?”

“You’re certainly no prince.”

“Hey, that’s just mean!”

You crack a smile at him, and you’re both about to burst into laughter when the teacher enters. Class isn’t much different for the first twenty minutes or so. You’re looking at the board while the teacher talks, and you’re writing down notes and pointers she gives. The only difference was when you were told to get to individual work.

“How do you like ‘kitten’?”

“I like kittens, but maybe don’t call me ‘kitten;.”

“I’m gonna assume ‘bunny’ is a no, too?”

“We’re getting somewhere, but you can do better.”

“Angel?”

You take a deep, shuddering breath. The word left his lips like sunlight, making your insides feel warm. “Yeah. I like that.”

“Okay, angel.” He pulls your notebook towards him and starts to doodle. “Just so you know, I don’t do work in class. I end up teaching myself at home half the time.”

“Well, I hope you know i do do my work, so don’t bother me.”

Hyunjin finds you at lunch by your locker.

“Y/n, Hyunjin’s coming this way-”

Your friends are worried, and they move to block you from view. It was a habit they had fallen into after you had voiced your concern about the whole ordeal. With a sigh, you shake your head.

“I know, it’s fine.”

“But if you guys are next to each other, the rumours- You heard the rumours too, right? That you went on a date?”

You push a tired smile on your face. “It’s true, we did.”

“You what-”

“Y/n, my angel! Let’s eat together!” Hyunjin bounces through the barrier your friends had created and throws an arm around your shoulders. “Hello, friends, I’m going to steal y/n today! We’re going to have a lunch-time date!”

Your friends can only stare, incredulous, as you reassure them that you were okay and you had agreed to this (which, honestly, you hadn’t. But you’d expected it to be happening, anyways).

His arm stays around your shoulders as he walks you outside the building. Passing by the basketball courts, a group of guys call out Hyunjin’s name.

“Sorry, I’m hanging out with y/n!” He points at you as if to emphasise his point.

“You know, you’re making it very obvious you want everyone to know we’re dating, Hyunjin.”

“But isn’t that the point?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and grins.

“Wow, you guys are actually dating?” One of the guys let out a wolf whistle. “Good catch, man!”

It was starting again. You knew that it wasn’t like you would be left alone straight away, but this was stressful. It made you anxious.

You hear Hyunjin scoff, and you almost curl into him, hugging yourself. “Come on, let’s go.”

Picking up your pace, his arm falls from your shoulder. “Y/n, wait up!”

Finding a bench under the tree, you quickly sit down. “Hey, I actually need to go to the library soon, so I can’t stay with you too long.”

“Library? I’ll come with you-”

“And then I need to see a teacher.”

The lies leave your lips quickly. It’s obvious to you that Hyunjin knows something isn’t right. He nods and doesn’t try to press on.

“Okay, so why’d you come with me all this way then?”

You pull a peice of paper out of your pocket. You had written on it during your last class. Sliding it across the bench to Hyunjin, you watch his features scrunch up in confusion. He takes it into his hands and unfolds it.

Real rules for a fake relationship. (everything here stays confidential between us)

1. no sexual touching 2. no sexual remarks 3. do not say we’ve done it 4. no kissing on the lips. cheek kisses are permitted, but not in abundance.

“Anything you want to add?”

He reads the rules you have written, and then pulls a pen from his pocket.

Every bit of ink that left the tip seemed to taunt you, weighing you down.

5. no catching feelings.

“You write that like you’re that easy to fall for,” you whisper, moving to stand up. The words slip out quietly, and they almost seemed to be covered by the sound of the rustling leaves as the wind blows. You can't bring yourself to look at him right now.

“Well, it’d defeat the purpose of the whole fake dating concept, if you did.”

He wasn’t wrong, but the truth did little to conceal the strange bittersweetness in his voice. It did even less to ease the discomfort growing in your chest as you walked away.

Hyunjin: meet me here

Hyunjin: location attached.

It was after school now, and the ideal thing would be to go home and wallow in your discomfort and anxiety… but ignoring Hyunjin’s message would be an invitation for him to further question you. Besides, you could guess what this was all about, and it was probably only fair for you to explain.

You find him sitting in the corner of a cafe, thumb brushing across his screen as he aimlessly scrolls through his social media. You don’t greet him as you take a seat in front of him, placing your bag in your lap, and he doesn’t greet you either.

“I ordered some desert. It should be out soon.”

“Oh. That’s great.”

Gosh, you sounded so empty.

“So, do you… want to talk about it?”

You fiddle with the straps of your bag. “About what? Why should I?”

Hyunjin shrugs. “I mean… I know I make you uncomfortable, that much is obvious. But we were doing fine until lunch. You didn’t even see me for the rest of the day. Was it the whistling?”

A breath leaves your body faster than normal, and your jaw clenches. The desert arrives just as you start talking.

You explain to him about the teasing - or, your side of it anyways - and all the remarks and comments you had gotten. It had been hard, and it was still hard, but he was right, it was getting better now. He stays silent the whole time, and you’re too scared to look at his face - did he think you were overthinking? Were you making it out worse than it actually was?

“... so I’m sorry, I guess.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but I’m sorry I let it get to me and then avoided you for months on end, and now we’re “dating” and I still get thrown off.”

The desert - a slice of cake - sat uneaten between the two of you.

“Well, how about this,” Hyunjin straightens up. His voice is soft and gentle. He taps the table in front of you, catching your attention, and you look up at him. “After this, after we break up, let’s make up for the time we could have been friends. It’s not like I don’t want to be friends or anything, y/n.”

He offers you a smile that makes his eyes disappear, and you let out a shaky laugh. “Okay. Thank you.”

Shaking his head, he picks up a fork. “No need to thank me. Being friends again sounds nice. Now, eat, angel. You can’t expect me to finish this by myself.”

It was unplanned and you never thought you would have done it, but you spend the rest of the afternoon with Hyunjin. He (conveniently) needed to buy a new shirt and insisted on dragging you along.

“Couples go on dates, y/n. Besides, you can help choose something that will match what you’re wearing tomorrow!”

His idea threw you off guard, but you laugh and go along with it.

It was easy, hanging out with Hyunjin outside of school. You were free from the anxiety of being caught together, or whispers and rumours and for a while - just a while - you wished that it could always be like this.

“Try a size smaller.”

“But this is the style, y/n. Baggy shirts-”

“Just try a size smaller! It’ll look better with what I’m wearing.”

Hyunjin is skeptical, but he goes and tries the same shirt on in a smaller size. He walks out, and your jaw drops.

“Shut up, you look like a model.”

“Don’t I always?” His words come out half hearted, and you’re too in shock to see the tips of his ears go red. “Y/n, stop staring. I know I look good, but I can’t look that good.”

“Sorry, I just- dude, you look so hot right now!” Half of your brain was yelling at you to shut up, but the other half was so amazed by Hyunjin.

The shirt hung from his body like it was tailored to his size. It would look formal if he buttoned it up all the way, but you watched as he unbuttoned it half way and tucked half of the shirt in. It gave the outfit a new, messy but elegant look.

“If you rock up like that tomorrow, everyone’s going to be all over you.”

“Then you be my guardian angel,” He grins and looks at your reflection in the mirror. “I’m yours, aren’t I?”

Your heart lurches, and you remember that oh, right. You’re dating - fake dating, and it was all going to end tomorrow.

“Whatever.” You force a smile onto your face. “Hurry up and pay, ‘Jin. I need to get home before dinner.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows are raised, and he points a finger at you. “I like that. ‘Jin.”

“Go pay then, ‘Jin.”

“Okay, okay, miss bossy pants!”

The next few hours are spent with hazy thoughts of Hyunjin in your head. He’s walking next to you, and you’re tempted to hold his hand. He’s sitting next to you on the train, and gosh, you just wanted to lean over and rest your head on his shoulder. He turns to walk to his street, and you feel the desire to hug him goodbye. You’re eating dinner, surrounded by your family, and you’re wondering what they would think if you introduced Hyunjin to them.

You’re laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and you’re wondering what it would be like to have him next to you, to sleep with his chest to your back, to dream next to him.

But you know you can’t. This just can’t happen.

You dream of him - of kissing him and holding him. Of laughing next to him and intertwining your legs, of sitting in the car while he drives.

You wake up with a strange feeling in your chest, his words from yesterday lingering in your head.

“I’m yours, aren’t I?”

You try to go about your morning without giving thought to the message he had sent you at some early hour.

Hyunjin: hey, we need to talk tomorrow.

The booming music does little to help calm your nerves as Hyunjin drags you through the house. You’re aware of the eyes following the two of you - Hyunjin and y/n, dating at last, and now on their way to find a quiet room. You could pretty much guess what they’d be saying tomorrow. There had already been plenty of jokes and comments made about the two of you, although more of them were praise and shock rather than sexual and discomforting.

You finally find a spare room - it must have been a storage room of some sort, for there were boxes against the walls and a dusty bookshelf with almost everything but books on it.

Hyunjin pulls you to face him, and you get your first proper look at him (for the whole night, you had been standing anxiously at his side with his arm around your waist.

The shirt you had chosen for him paired with simple black jeans. His ears were adorned with silver jewellery, and you’re not sure if his lips always looked that pretty or if he had put something on them.

“We need to talk.”

“Yes, you said that this morning.”

“I think I’ve broken a rule.”

It takes you a moment to figure out what he was saying. Your mind flashes to the list of rules you had written, and you let out a groan.

“You told everyone that we had sex?!”

He blinks at you rapidly, his mouth opening and closing in shock. “I- No! I didn’t mean that rule! I meant the one that I added.”

No sexual touching… No sexual remarks…. Do not say we’ve done it… No kissing on the lips…. No catching feelings.

Oh.

“And I really, really want to break another one right now.”

It takes all your willpower not to step away from him and cave in on yourself.

The idea of breaking up was easier when you thought he didn’t like you. It was easier to keep your feelings at bay when you thought it was one sided.

“Hey, Hyunjin?”

His eyes seem almost glazed over. “Mhmm?”

“At what point is this all… real?” You sneak a glance up at him, holding his eyes when he meets yours.

“What- What do you mean?”

“If you kiss me now, would this be real? Or was it real from the moment we- you caught feelings for me?”

It was him who caught feelings, not you. You had told yourself not to let it get too far.

“It’s… Do you not… You don’t…?”

Do you not like me back?

You swallow thickly, pulling your eyes away. “I can’t.”

“Okay.”

It’s Hyunjin who steps away. It’s Hyunjin who grabs a random cup someone had left in the room and pours it on himself. It’s for “staging” he says, to make it seem like you guys had had an argument.

He’s walking away, and his words from yesterday resonates in your head like a metal ball with too much momentum.

“Being friends again sounds nice.”

That didn’t seem too likely, after all this.

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an alternative ending has been written!

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pixie88 · 4 years

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Bad Decision

Chapter 4 - Our Little Secret.

A/N: Queen B fanfiction. I’m currently editing and adding all my FF to my new account. All being added to my pinned masterlist on my profile. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Find previous chapters HERE under Queen B - Our Little Secret.

Word count: 1757

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Some adult language & Angst

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Pixelberry.

Pairings: Ian x MC - Lyla.

Enjoy!

"Lillian, I can explain" Ian tells her "How can any explanation make the fact you are sleeping with a student make this right? Ian, this is wrong on so many levels! Do you not care about your career?" she asks him.

I close the door, Ian turns to me for help "Lillian, I understand this looks bad but I promise this isn't how it started. When we first met I had no idea he was my professor nor did he know I was his student" "So when you did find out why didn't you stop it Ian?" Lillian asks him.

"Lillian, I tried, but the more I denied myself the more I wanted. I love Lyla, I'm even moving to a different university, so I can be with her without any repercussions" " So, you tried? It doesn't look like you tried very hard Ian! What do you two fuck between classes? I bet Lyla is an A class student in your class she has to be considering she's fucking her professor. Ian, how can you be so reckless?" Ian face turns to annoyance.

Lillian, Stop! I will not have you talk about or to Lyla like that! Yes, I have been reckless, but that is from my own doing!" Lillian face soften "Ian, I'm sorry! I just don't want this to blow up in your face and end your career you worked so hard for" (Lillian is right, I can't let Ian risk his career for me. At least not while he's still working here).

"Ian, your sister is right, maybe we should cool it until you start your new job. I can't risk you losing everything for me. So, I think it is best that you find a new TA for the rest of your time here. I'll see you in class." I put the graded essays on the small coffee table.

I go to leave the room, but I feel an arm on my shoulder "Lyla, No! Don't do this!" I turn to face him, his eyes are sad "Ian, I don't want to, but we have to," I see Lillian giving me an agreeing nod to the side of Ian.

"We can still carry on in secret, no one will know" his eye pleading with me (I have to tell him about Poppy) "Someone found out!" I tell him, and he pulls away "You're lying! You're just saying that, so I agree to take a break." "Ian, I wish I was, but I'm not. Poppy found out about us she had photo's of us. She was going to use them to blackmail me, but I managed to delete every copy she had and burn the paper ones. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want you to be a part of my mess" he gives me those puppy dog eyes I can't resist.

"Lyla, You should have told me. We could've dealt with that together" I smile "As much as I love you being my knight in shining armour, this was my mess" "No Lyla, It was our mess. You should've told me." he cups my face.

"I know, but so we don't have this problem again, I think we cool it just until you no longer my professor!" he lets go of my face, turns away from me and takes a seat behind his desk.

"Ian, I know it must be hard, but it makes sense and it's only for a few weeks. I think what Lyla is doing is very noble" she smiles at me.

"If that's all Lyla you may go. I'll get a new TA sorted from tomorrow." he doesn't look at me. I leave his office deflated. (Get a grip 8 weeks aren't that long).

2 Weeks later, I have only seen Ian in class I avoid being the first one there so it isn't awkward or at least any more awkward than Ian has made it. Ian avoids my eyes in every lesson and ignores me around campus. He got a new TA 2 days after I told him to get a new one.

I'm not sure Tony seems up to the job as Ian stressed when ever he's around. Ian's class has ended and I'm getting my stuff together to leave when I hear "Ian! It's so good to see you again" I look up to see Lexi approaching Ian's desk at the front of the class.

I hear his husky tone as I make my way to the end of the aisle to leave the classroom "Lexi, you're early" I reach the door when I hear her reply, "Oh, I thought maybe we could have a few drinks before Richard and Annie arrive" (Argh I need a drink and also a bath tub to drown Lexi in).

I send a quick text to Zoe asking if she was free tonight, but she has a lot of studying to catch up on so would probably spend the night in the library.

(Looks like your on your own tonight Lyla).

After I head home to change I found myself outside The Base Lounge a new club that opened last week. I make my way inside and take a seat at the bar and order a passion fruit martini.

After I don't know how many martinis I pull out my phone. I want to text Ian but I shouldn't, but I go against my better judgement.

[Hi Ian, I hope yuo are having a dreadful time on your date with Lexi!]

[You* Whoops]

PING (5 Minutes later)

[Lyla, I am not on a date with Lexi. We are just having dinner with a few colleagues.]

I laugh nearly falling off the bar stool.

[I bet that's not how she sees it. Now you're free for the making.]

[making*]

[Wait that's still not right taking*]

PING (3 Minutes later)

[Lyla, No one is going to take me. You said it was for the best!]

[That was sober Lyla's idea. She's stupid!! I dom't like her!]

[Don't*]

PING (2 Minutes later)

[Lyla, Are you drunk?]

[Well duh! Come on progessor you have a degree. I thought that was obvious!]

PING (1 Minute later)

[Maybe you should get your friends to take you home to sober up!]

[Professor*]

[ Haha, I would but Zoey was busy]

PING (50 seconds later)

[You're by yourself??]

[You know for a professor you are pretty dumb. Of courses I'm by myself if Zoey isn't here. I'm going to walk home after I have been for a pee. Do you know this place has shared toilets! I know it's new but that's just weird right?]

[Course*]

PING (30 Seconds later)

[LYLA, DO NOT WALK HOME! I'M COMING TO GET YOU! JUST STAY THERE!!]

[No need to shout. Well text shout haha. No I'm fine. I can walk. I'll see you in class tomorrow]

I hear my phone continuously ping and ring, but I ignore it and I make my way out of the club. I start walking in the direction I think my dorm is in.

(I feel like I've been walking forever, everything is spinning, Oh no I'm going to...) I run over to the nearest bin and puke. Once I've stopped I clean myself open with a tissue I have in my bag. (Not my classiest moment) "Are you ok?" I look up to find some guy with long black hair staring at me.

(Oh my god, I have hair envy) "Wow, I love your hair!" He smiles "Thanks, but are you ok?" "Yes, I am fine frank you, I mean thank you" "Are you on your way home?" I look at him confused.

(Oh god, he's one of these weirdos that bury young girls under his driveway) "STRANGER DANGER!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I move away from Mr. Perfect Hair. "Stay away from me" he seems shocked "No! Look, I was just checking you were ok. I did mean to scare you" I still back away from him.

"Keep away from me," I shout at him again. I hear a car pull up, the headlights light us up I turn I can't see who it is but because the light is blinding me but I soon recognize the voice.

"Lyla, there you are" Ian comes into view "I've been looking everywhere for you!" he turns to Mr. Perfect Hair "Can I help you?" Ian asks him. "I was just checking she was ok when I saw her throwing up in the bin over there then the mad cow started screaming stranger danger. She's fucking nuts mate." (Everything after that happened in slow motion) Ian squares Mr. Perfect Hair straight in the jaw.

He runs off and Ian takes my hand and leads me to his car.

He gets into the driver's seat, he seems angry "Are you ok Ian?" his jaw tenses "Ian, I said are yo..." "I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID, LYLA!" he shouts, "Excuse you!" "I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout, but you have no idea how worried I was about you!" "Ian, I'm ok!" "You might not have been! Why would you put yourself in danger like that?" "I wanted a drink and no one was free, Plus I was jealous!" I turn away from him.

"Jealous?" he asks I roll my eye "Yes, jealous of Lexi being able to be seen out in public with you and just in your company," he looks over to me with soft eyes "Lyla, This was your idea. I was happy to keep seeing you in secret, but you decided it was best." "Now I don't think it's best. Ian, I miss you," he quickly looks over to me with a smile before returning his eyes to the road.

"I have to admit I've missed you terribly, but you need to figure out what you want!" "Ian, it's you! I want you. I can't wait 6 more weeks, it's killing me now" I see him smirk.

He takes my hand and pulls it to his lips before placing a small kiss against my knuckles "I want you to, Lyla. But if we are going to do this we need to be careful, very careful! No one can know!" "Of course!" "Not even Lillian!" "Ok, but if we are trying to be careful for the next 6 weeks I don't think you should be seen dropping me at my dorm" "Where shall I drop you home?" I grin.

"At your place Professor!" I wink.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 5.

#ian kingsley #ian x mc #ian #professor #belvoire #queen b #fanfic #choices #pixelberry

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sprydecreates · 5 years

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wedding bells

requested by: no one :)

warnings: angst (break up), language

pairings: shawn mendes x reader

type: headcanon/list; gender neutral (doesn’t use any pronouns)

summary: after a brutal break up, shawn is there to pick you up, and then some.

a/n: i know.... i keep weaving in and out of tumblr...... oh well. had this idea in mind and i really liked it. hope it’s not too bad ♡

flash back friday

you and shawn met in elementary school due to a school project called flat stanley, where you send a little paper character to someone you know and have them take stanley through their lives for a bit.

your family knew shawn’s, and so you two were introduced for the first time.

since you two were kids, you didn’t really have a way to keep in contact with each other.

good thing for you, you two were reunited in middle school, when shawn’s family came in for a visit.

finally, you two were able to keep in contact, and you remained good friends until high school.

until meaning, you didn’t have anyone to bring to prom, and you invited shawn

which, of course, caused a whole cliche like “he saw me walk down the stairs and fell in love”, but deadass. like that’s really what happened. boy seen you all pampered and dressed up, and did the whole “..wow” with the little heart eyes and had that little blushy patch shining through

soon after, he asked how you felt about long distance relationships while on facetime.

hoping he’d take the hint, you said “there’s really only one person i’d see myself with that’s far away” and take him through a “well he’s like eight feet tall, has brown hair and brown eyes, kinda sarcastic but will cry if he thinks he hurt someones feelings, shall i go on?”

and hes OblIviOus right. genuinely thinks you’re talking about some celeb you’ve stanned for a couple of months. so he’s just like “uh, if you want. you seem happy about him, so i’m glad you’re happy”

and you pull a “yeah, you do make me happy”

WHEW BOEH

this sweetie raises his eyebrows and widens his eyes, Finally realizing you’re going on about him, and he’s like, “huh..?”

“did you seriously think i wouldn’t notice you rubbing little hearts into the back of my hand on the way to prom?”

“i mean yeah but that’s on my side, i didn’t realize that you liked me back??”

“i was sure you’d take the hint when i said i’d love to have a boyfriend like you”

“y/n you Know how bad i am at taking hints”

“yeah, i know, now.”

and that started the talking phase, which only lasted Maybe a month and a half before you two started dating.

you and shawn dated from senior year up until freshman year of college.

you stayed in your own state because of the in-state tuition, and shawn stayed in canada to be closer to his family

because you two were now considered to be in the ‘real world’ and actually had to fend for your own in a sense, you two became super busy, and rarely got a chance to speak to each other.

this eventually lead to you two breaking up, as you couldn’t keep up with each other at this speed, and distance.

you both agreed to give each other some air, and continue talking when the other had enough time to heal.

but, out of fear that the other hadn’t had enough time to get themselves together, neither of you contacted the other and the friendship fell through.

present time

two years have passed, and you are now in a relationship with your fiance.

yes, you read that right. f i a n c e.

you didn’t necessarily think it’d happen, either.

after your friendship with shawn fell through, you downloaded tinder, and matched with (y/f/n). you decided “eh, why not” and now you’re here.

you didn’t really even want to marry this dude this fast, but he brought you to a popular and packed, expensive restaurant with his entire immediate family, and popped the question while using a microphone. how fun, totally not anxiety driven and absolutely not embarrassing :)

but, since shawn, you were having doubts of finding someone else. so, this was like a last shot for you, in a sense.

but, here you are, and it’s about four months from the wedding date.

nothing is written in stone, apart from the venue

you were going through your contacts, finding out who you were going to invite.

down the line, shawn popped up.

what were you going to do now?

you wanted to invite shawn because, hello, he had been apart of your life since e l e m e n t a r y s c h o o l. you couldn’t just marry someone and ten years down the road bring it up like “hey yea sorry about not inviting you :/ thought it’d be awkward ://////”

but then again, your fiance was well aware of your history with shawn. it’s not like he was going to leave you at the alter if shawn came, but you were still a bit iffy considering (y/f/n) is a little insecure when it comes to you talking to other guys.

despite feeling off about you, you decided to message shawn anyway, and inform him of whats going on

2:43 PM: “hey shawn!”

2:51 PM: “(Y/n)?”

2:53 PM: “yeah?”

2:57 PM: “Hey! I was just making sure this was still your number. I didn’t have it deleted on purpose, just got a new phone about two months ago.”

3:04 PM: “no problem, sorry we haven’t talked in a bit. how are you?”

3:10 PM: “Pretty good, how are you?”

3:13 PM: “i’m doing well, i actually just got engaged not too long ago!”

3:35 PM: “Oh, yeah, I noticed that. Congrats”

3:40 PM: “:( you okay?”

4:15 PM: “Just confused as to why I’m being told this like four months since it happened.”

4:20 PM: “I wanted to tell you, i just didn’t know how to bring it up in a normal conversation. that and my fiance is a bit weird about us talking.”

4:24 PM: “What do you mean weird?”

4:28 PM: “he just gets freaked”

4:33 PM: “Lol I don’t know why he’d get upset at you messaging me just to tell me that you’re getting married to him. Seems like he’s scared.”

4:39 PM: “idk. anyway, i was wondering if you’d like to be invited?”

the conversation went on for half the evening before you both said goodnight and went to sleep.

you were woken up by (y/f/n) standing over you with your phone in his hand.

“(y/f/n)? what is it?”

he had his eyebrows raised in a ‘caught you’ type of way, peering down at you and practically shoving your phone into your face, “what’s this about shawn?”

you let out a short but forceful breath through your nose, “what about it? and why are you in my phone-”

“‘can’t wait to see you’? ‘i think he’s scared’? what the fuck is that about?”

you were sat up in your bed by now, as he had spent the night at your place, “what the fuck about it, (y/f/n)? he used to be one of my closest friends, i’m not going to skip out on inviting him-”

“oh but you don’t back me up when he thinks i’m scared of him? or when he talks shit about my family?”

“all he said was he figured you proposed that way?! why are you freaking out over this?”

“why aren’t YOU freaking out- you know what. i’m gonna head out.”

and with that, he left.

a few weeks and after several arguments later, you officially changed your relationship status to ‘single’ on facebook.

shawn was one of the first to message and ask if you were okay.

you explained everything that had happened, and how you drunkenly figured out (y/f/n) had hooked up with his ex because “if you get to fuck someone else so do i”. even though . you and shawn haven’t been face to face in like two years . ok

not even a week later, shawn was at your front door with two weeks worth of clothes packed.

the first few days were reserved for him to kind of hold you, and make sure you were alright. you were sad it was over, and angry that he cheated and used an assumption to do so.

on the third day, though you finally opened up about the situation that lead to the breakup.

you and shawn were on your couch, and it was about midnight. you had been on the topic of busted relationships, and that’s when you felt like it was appropriate to complain, “i’m just, so, confused? like i don’t know what went wrong with it.”

shawn, who had always been real with you, decided to add his opinion in, “he wasn’t ever right for you, from what all you’ve told me.”

you sighed and shook your head, waving your hands in a defeated motion, “i know, he wasn’t ever my type. it’s just, we made a life together,” shawn made a disapproving hum, but kept his words to himself, “and yeah he was kind of a bitch, and his family was really weird and acted like they were better than me, and,” you continued for roughly fifteen more seconds before shawn interrupted

“(y/n), do you hear yourself?” he held his hand sternly against his half crossed legs. you didn’t speak, as you thought he would continue, “you sound like you were living in an imaginary jail cell. there’s more bad than good about him, and i get that usually happens after a breakup, but i’ve heard what, TWO good things about him since i’ve been here? if he’s as bad as you make him seem, which i completely believe, then you’re better off without him.”

you held your head down, staring at the floor while shawn continued on, and spoke softly when he was finished, “i know i probably am, i just can’t wrap my head around why he cheated. he was supposed to love me, and i feel like it was my fault this all ended-”

“it wasn’t ever your fault (y/n).”

“i just-”

“no, listen to me. this man proposed in front of his family because he knew you’d get nervous and say yes so you wouldn’t cause a scene. then when he realized you wouldn’t obey his every order, he didn’t want you anymore. he wanted you to say you were a fixer upper and that HE was the one to help you. but you helped yourself, and he hated that. he literally left you out of nowhere JUST because you invited me, someone you hadn’t spoken to but for mere minutes each year to wish me a happy birthday or new years. then he immediately went and hooked up with an ex, that didn’t you say he lied about talking to at the start of your relationship?”

“yeah but-”

“i don’t mean to interrupt all the time, but there’s not any buts to be had. he realized you weren’t going to be his trophy wife, and he resorted to his ex, who he knew would be there. you’re better off, (y/n). it might take some time, but it’s true.”

you sat in silence for a couple of minutes, taking in all that shawn had said. and, he was right. that piece of shit left you, YOU, all because you invited your ex to an event that bounded you and your fiance together. so, fuck him, and everything he made you go through.

the rest of the night was spent with you and shawn making fun of (y/f/n).

what the future holds

next thing you knew, you and shawn had graduated from college, and (y/f/n) proposed to his ex. but you hadn’t been thinking about him much, especially since shawn had gotten back into your life.

you two were actually looking through apartments up in michigan, and planned to move in with each other by july.

now, you two did this in order to ‘save money’. in reality, two months passed and you two started to catch feelings, again. whooooo would’ve guessed that was going to happen?

regardless, you didn’t mind, and shawn certainly didn’t either.

come to find out, your relationship status changed to ‘in a relationship’ with shawn not even six months after moving in with each other!

your relationship was really sweet, to say the least.

lots of reassurance from shawn, most of the time it was random

temple kisses while you were working on something for your internship to let you know he supported you

really careful and patient when you were stressing out

little “i love you”’s at the most random times. kind of like extra greetings from kurtis conner

tons of showing off, something (y/f/n) never really done

shawn was Extra. like he made a while ass snapchat story dedicated to you because he couldn’t get enough of you

his headers on his social media were always related to your relationship

just genuinely heart warming things

continuation of the heart tracing on your hand (you later on got a tattoo of a heart on the hand he held the most)

he’d get shy when you’d compliment his singing, which would usually happen when he’d serenade you in the floor at night, and he’d have that same blushy patch appear right before he’d hide his smile in the crook of your neck

while sitting next to you, if he couldn’t see your entire side profile, he’d always move your hair and tuck it behind your ear. he also liked to do this thing where he rubbed your ear after doing it

you knew you loved shawn, and he knew he loved you.

like, this dude has loved you for years. of course it dwindled and changed as you both grew, both apart and grew, but he always felt something.

so, it wasn’t a surprise when this conversation took place one night, you both sat on the couch as the background noise of the tv filled the room while you worked on a project, and he was writing a song that’d be for you when it was finished.

“hey, (y/n),” shawn said, a bit lower than the tv’s volume.

“yeah?” you answered monotone and focused on the finishing touches of your project.

he had been staring at you with those soft eyes, so his tone came out a bit more soft too, “let’s get married.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes hc #shawn mendes list #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes one shot #sprydecreates sm

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Cheater IV

A/N: sorry this took so long, it deleted and I was not in the mood to rewrite all of it, but I did. This is more of an Ubbe chapter, so just telling your now. And I might have the next chapter done tonight, we’ll see.

Warnings: smut (but not really, idk, I just am gonna put it Incase someone tells me. . . but really I suck at smut so this is the closest we’ll get to it!)

Masterlist

You could tell the sadness had fallen in your face, "Ivar?"

"The other day, when I kissed you, you ran away, then you came to dinner with Ubbe."

You caressed his cheek, you could tell he was hurt, it was almost like an embarrassment to him, "I didn't run because I was scared, it was because I didn't wish for Ubbe to know. . . I didn't want to disrespect him if I was still with him." You smiled as your thumb graced over his jaw, "that is why I wished to end things with him before we did anything."

"But you still talk to him."

"Because he was my friend before I ever even took him as a lover. I was friends with all the Lothbrok brothers." You used your arms to hold yourself up within the water, it got tiring after kicking your legs just to stay up.

"But he does it on purpose, goes out of his way to see you and talk to you."

You were confused, he acted as though being someone's friend was the worst thing that could happen to you, "and what is wrong about that?"

"Because he still loves you!"

You sighed, this is what he was worried about. You finding your way back to Ubbe just because he talks to you. "Ivar," he could hear the pity laced in your voice.

He smacked the hand that was trying to caress his face away, "just take me back to land." Though you wanted to keep talking, you just nodded your head, hooking his arms with your and swimming him back to a place he could at least touch. When you went to drag him into the sand, he pushed you away, "I do not need your pity!"

You tried remaining calm, "I am trying to help you Ivar."

"Well I don't need your help! Just go!" When you crossed your arms, he only yelled again, "go!"

You shook your head, picking up your dress from the sand, "when you're done being an ass, you can come find me." You began your march through the cold woods. Why was he like this? You only tried to help him get to the land and become safe, why did he have to act like that wasn't something a friend would do. But you realized to him, you weren't a friend, you were a love interest. Even saying those words made you gag a little, just because you were his 'dove' didn't mean you didn't wish to help him.

"Y/N!" You head turned to the body sitting in front of the great hall.

You squinted a little and immediately knew the shadow, "Ubbe? What are you doing out here?"

He shrugged, lifting a bottle to his lips. You watched as he took a deep swig of the liquid, then returning it to rest on his thigh. "What are you doing?" You could see his eyes scan up your sheer white dress. You tightened your grip on your gown, trying to pull at the red fabric in order to create some shield from his eyes.

You looked away from his hungry stare, "I was talking to Ivar."

He nodded his head, then laughed to himself, "talking."

"What?"

He shrugged, then took another swig, "I didn't think people talked being half naked." His eyes went from your legs to your eyes, "but I guess you don't know people's intentions until they happen."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead, "Ubbe, I didn't have sex with Ivar."

He shook his head, "whatever you say love."

You stood taller, he couldn't just assume that after you broke up with him you would turn into the whore of Kattegat. "Ubbe I didn't have sex with Ivar!"

"I heard you the first time. . . drink?" He pointed the bottle towards you.

Was he really being like this, "gods, all the ragnarsons must be idiots," you began to turn away, but were grabbed at your wrist.

"Y/N," you turned back, armed with another snarky comment, but he was standing in front of you, his height almost making your fall back, and his smile was one made from the hunger of lust, "Come on, I'm kidding."

You grabbed his hand that still had a firm grip on your wrist, "really? Accusing me of sleeping with your brother is just kidding?"

"I didn't say you slept with him."

"But you think it!"

You could feel your chest come in and out with the breaths you were taking. You were mad, mad at everyone. "I," your eyes scanned up and down him waiting for an answer, "I can't help it."

You gave a sarcastic smile, "no, you would rather convince yourself I slept with someone else rather be fine on my own."

He sighed, "Y/N, just come have a drink with me."

You looked down at yourself, you weren't even dressed. You sighed, "Go over there," you pointed back to his original spot.

"Why?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'll share a drink with you, but I wish to be fully dressed for it."

He smiled cockily, "you'll share a drink with me?"

You pushed him away, "just go!"

You tried finding a tree to hide behind, slipping the red fabric over yourself. When you finished tying it secure, you moved back into the light of the small flames lit by the door. You made your way towards Ubbe, sitting on the ground next to him. "Here," he rested the bottle in your hand.

You let the liquid fall down your throat, even if it didn't taste the best, you knew you'd still find your way to drinking it. When you wiped the excess off your chin, you turned your head to his, "you know Ivar will kill you if he finds out about this."

He took the bottle from you, "then let's not let him find out about it." You smiled, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder, "I missed you."

You turned your head immediately to his, shaking it, "oh Ubbe."

"I know," he smiled to himself, "you care for me."

You titled your head with annoyance, "Ubbe."

"It was just an easy answer that is all."

You turned your body to face his, "easy answer?"

He laughed at your sudden seriousness, "yep."

You scoffed, shaking your head, "how was it easy? I literally told you everything you wanted in life and how it didn't line up with mine. How the gods didn't even wish for us to be together."

"Everyone blames it on the gods," he turned his head back to stare straight, "It is annoying."

You stared at him in disbelief, “annoying? annoyin- see Ubbe this is why we wouldn’t have worked.”

“Well then I’m sorry.”

You smiled, “No you’re not! Your actions would speak in greater value then.”

“Well if I did some of my actions you wouldn’t like them.”

“Really? What are your actions then?”

He looked over at you, “you wish to see?” You nodded your head. His hand went your you cheek, pulling you towards him in a light kiss, “see Y/N, some things I wish I could do to you, won’t happen.” You could feel your cheeks burning. When you were dating and got this close, you never had a serious conversation, you didn’t even think twice about it. But now, now that he hasn’t even let you go, maybe Ivar was right. Maybe Ubbe still did love you, or it was the mead in him. You pushed your lips back into his, craving for the feeling of having him to yourself again. You could feel his arms reach around your hips, pulling you to be in his lap. His kisses got sloppier, dragging down your neck as you let out little whimpers, “shall we go to my room then?”

His hands gripping at your skin, craving to touch more and more of you, “Ubbe, you know my views on sex haven’t changed.”

Though he nodded his head, he continued down your neck. You could feel him smile every time you said his name. You knew his kisses were sweet now, but they would leave marks later, even if he had the gentlest touch. Ivar would know, he knows everything, and why would you lie to him. You could blame it on the mead, the temper he had with you, or really just being lonely. You felt your hands run down his hair, tugging at it slightly making him grow under his breathe. You felt yourself subconsciously grind against his hips, begging for some form of friction, “Y/N,” his voice was hoarse which only made you feel warmer inside.

But how was this right? How would explain to Ivar that you sit in his brothers lap, receiving his kiss, moving your hips with his. You knew Ivar could be jealous, it was one of his many traits, but growing up, you blocked out his jealous tendency’s. “Ubbe,” let out another breathless moan, but you knew this wasn’t right. When Ubbe’s hands wrapped around your body, you knew deep down you wished they were Ivars. When you would run your fingers down his hair, you wished it could be Ivars deep brown locks that entangled them. And you knew that even being with Ubbe, you couldn’t block out Ivar. His actions, thoughts, insecurities riddle their way back into your head, until it is too much. You jumped back off him, pushing your hair off your face, “oh gods.”

“Y/N?” You could tell he was confused, a minute ago you called his name and now you sat in his lap petrified.

“I have to go,” you lifted yourself up, trying to collect any form of strength, “I-Ivar, he won’t like this.”

He could see the frown on your face, “Ivar is not here.”

You shook your head, did he not get Ivar was everywhere. If Ivar didn’t see it, he surely had the intel to know you did something wrong. “Just-I. . . Ubbe, I want this to be over and just be able to start over. I don’t want to be brought into your lap in the dead of night, not when Ivar is pissed off at me already.”

He sighed, “Y/N-”

“No, you may wish to sign a death warrant, but I don’t. Just please Ubbe, we can’t do this anymore,” you pushed yourself away and headed in your original destination, your home. There you wouldn’t have to worry about Ivar or Ubbe, you could be alone.

Tags: @ivarslittlebadgirl @naaladareia @tephi101 @cbouvier23

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jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae · 7 years

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Gone (BTS Jimin) (Angst/Fluff)

Hey guys! So, I know that I haven’t really uploaded this week. I’m sorry about that. There are three reasons for that: 1. Finals Week starts next Friday for me so I have a shit ton of homework and presentations. 2. I have a concert this weekend so I have had rehearsal every night this week. I’m excited because I’m performing a Taeyang song, but I’m also in charge of the playlist and in five songs in all. 3. I’ve been working on something new. I’ve never written a fanfiction on here so I’m interested to see how this goes. It will be in three parts. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!

So, in this fanfiction you have been dating Jimin for a while. Because of that, the members that will be seen the most in the story are Jimin, Jungkook, and V. Jungkook is a very integral part of this story so please, understand that. The other members will be in it, or course, but the main focus are Jimin and Jungkook because they play major roles in the story. Technically, this story is Angst, I guess but not super angsty. This first part is based around you attending one of their concerts to surprise Jimin. You’ve been snuck in by V and Jungkook. I don’t want to ruin the surprise as to why it’s angst so let’s just get into this shall we?

This story was based on a dream I had and encouraged into a story with the help of: @mintyoongiisjungshook and @winteryethereal. Thanks guys!

With the help of Jungkook and Taehyung, I was able to acquire a Section One ticket and a backstage pass to one of their concerts. After two years of dating, I wanted to surprise Jimin. My work is so demanding that I rarely get time off, which makes dating an idol a little easier.

I left my hotel early this morning, sending my luggage to the address and room that Taehyung sent me. Because of this, I’m relatively close to the front of the line. At the moment, my headphones are firmly in my ears and I am blasting music. Loud cheering interrupts my thoughts. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin, being the troublemakers that they are, are casually strolling passed the waiting people with their escorts. My text message ringtone startles me.

Flash your flashlight a few times so we can see where you are the message from Taehyung reads. I roll my eyes but comply, opening my flashlight app and hitting the button a few times. Tae seems to be distracted, but Jungkook notices me and meets my eyes.

He pulls down his face mask and makes a derpy face at me, causing me to laugh. He winks at me before pulling his mask back into place and continuing on his way. Jimin, engrossed in whatever conversation he’s having with Tae, absentmindedly throws his arm around Jungkook as they walk away. Jungkook glances back and me as they walk inside.

I can’t help but admire Jimin. They have been on tour for a long time now, so I know Jimin has been begun to miss me a bit. He was struggling more with each Skype call. That’s why I’m doing this. I wanted to lighten Jimin’s load, if only for a little while.

He was happy when he was with his members, but that bright smile faded after the concert ends. The members have expressed worry about him overworking himself. I’m hoping to get him to relax for a day or two. It physically pains me to see how exhausted his face is getting. It’s hard to comfort someone through a computer screen.

After a while, the line moves and we’re let inside the concert hall. As I move to find my section, someone bumps into me. It’s a tall guy with dark brown hair.

“I’m sorry, but would you happen to know where this is?” He asks quietly, showing me the section listed on his ticket. I point him in the right direction before heading to my own section. Not long after I get into my section, the concert starts. The boys are energetic and the performance is amazing.

At some point, Taehyung manages to spot me in the crowd. He nudges Jungkook and gestures at me, both of them sharing an excited look. Taehyung had been expressing a lot of concern for Jimin lately, so he had practically begged me to come today.

One thing they didn’t count on was Jimin noticing me in the crowd. At the very end of the concert, during the last few songs, Jimin crouches at the edge of the stage near where I was standing. As he looked out at all of the faces in the audience, I could almost feel the moment his eyes landed on me.

His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. I can tell that he wants to come closer, to really see my face, but Taehyung notices and discreetly pulls him away. Jungkook makes a weird hand gesture, it takes me a moment to realize that he wants me to head backstage. I manage, barely, to make my way to the backstage area before the last song ends. I wait impatiently patiently for them to get off the stage.

The moment they step off of the stage, the room is thrown into chaos. The guys are being unmiced, and I can tell that they are exhausted. Jimin hasn’t noticed me yet, but almost every other member has. Rapmon and Jin look relieved at my presence, which surprises me a little. I guess they were more worried than I had previously thought. Jimin and I were going to have to have a talk if they’re all this worried about him. Taehyung rushes over to me as soon as he’s free, hugging me tightly.

“I’m so glad you came! He’s gonna be over the moon when he sees you,” Tae says excitedly, his voice loud,” Jiminie, come here!”

Jimin blots his face with a towel, running his hand through hsi hair. Taehyung practically throws me at him, giggling profusely. Jimin barely catches me, stumbling backward. When I look up, his smile is blinding.

“You’re here! How did you get here? I knew that was you!” I can’t help but laugh at his babbling sentences.

“I may have had some help,” I say, nodding my head toward the excited Taehyung and Jungkook behind him. Jimin turns to them, taking my hand tightly in his, and looks at his happy Dongsangs.

“Thank you,” Jimin says honestly before turning back to me,” How long can you say?”

“I’m here until you leave for your next concert,” I brush some of the hair out of his sweaty face.

“I need to take a shower. Will you wait in the dressing room for me?” Jimin asks hopefully, almost like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. He runs his fingers through his hair again.

“Of course. I’m pretty sure that those two assumed that I was staying with you anyway,” I nudge him away gently. He presses a quick kiss to my forehead before taking off.

I sit on the couch in the corner of the dressing room, scrolling through the pictures and videos I had taken tonight. Of course, I had a lot of pictures of Jimin, but there were pictures of the other members too. As I looked through the pictures and deleted the blurry ones, I felt the couch next to me sink.

“That’s a good picture of Hyung,” Jungkook motions toward the picture of Suga on my screen.

“Thanks. I got a few good ones of you if you want to see,” I say, scrolling through my albums to find the folder of Jungkook’s pictures.

A little while later, Jimin is done with his shower and we’re all loaded into a car heading toward the hotel. Jimin is constantly touching me, his fingers intertwined with mine. I couldn’t help but smile at his animated conversations with Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook. I press a soft kiss to his knuckles.

At the hotel, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and I pile into one of the three rooms. It turns out that Tae had this all planned out. I was prepared to sleep on the floor, but Te volunteered to sleep with Jungkook, relinquishing his normal spot next to Jimin. We stay awake for a while, but Taehyung falls asleep and Jimin isn’t far behind him.

“I’m not tired yet. I think I’m going to go to the hotel gym for a bit,” Jungkook whispers, trying not to disturb the passed out Taehyung.

“Take a room key,” Jimin murmurs sleepily, curling up in our bed.

“Okay, Hyung,” Jungkook grabs a keycard off of the dresser and soundlessly leaves.

I curl up with Jimin, savoring a night in his arms after so long apart. A small part of me wants to stay awake for a while longer to enjoy his presence, but his body heat and steady breathing are lulling me to sleep. In minutes, I am asleep.

I’m awoken to early morning sunlight by Taehyung frantically shaking my shoulder. I look up at him groggily to see an expression of panic consuming his features. When he realizes that I am awake, he stops shaking me. Jimin is no longer in bed with me.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Taehyung’s eyes plead with mine, begging me to have the answer.

“He wasn’t tired, so he went to the gym,” I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes as I answer.

“He didn’t come back last night. Jimin went to see if he’s in one of the other rooms,” I’ve never seen Tae look so worried. My worry kicks into high gear as I grab my phone. They’ve probably already tried calling him but it doesn’t hurt to try again. It rings a few times before going to his voicemail.

“Jungkook, where are you? Tae is worried about you. Call me when you get this message,” After I hang up, the guys begin to pile into the room, most of them still in their pajamas. Jungkook isn’t among them.

“I tried calling him but he didn’t answer. I’ll get dressed and go talk to the management to see if they’ve seen him. You might want to call your manager,” I grab my bag and change quickly, heading downstairs with Hoseok.

After an hour, it’s become glaringly obvious that no one has seen Jungkook. Their manager starts rounding up the rest of the boys, getting ready to take them to the police station. Jimin’s sad expression breaks my heart. His touch is soft as his fingers brush my cheek.

“Stay here, please,” Jimin says softly,” Try to get some more sleep. I’ll call you if we hear anything.”

I want to argue with but something about his expression stops me. I don’t want to cause him anymore stress. I don’t want to cause him more stress. I lace my fingers with just and squeeze his hand gently.

“Okay. Please, just keep me updated,” I watch them leave before heading back upstairs to the room. I collapse on a bed, staring at the ceiling. There’s no way I can sleep when my friend is missing.

“My phone goes off, startling me. I sit up quickly, searching for my phone. I grab it from the table that I left it on. The incoming call is a Facetime call from Jungkook. I hastily answer. The screen is black.

“Kookie? Where are you? Everyone’s worried sick,” I lean over the screen, searching for Jungkook. Slowly, light begins to filter in on screen. My blood runs cold when I see an unconscious Jungkook,” Jungkook?”

“I have your little friend,” A voice speaks, sneering the word,” I will send you a location. If you meet me there, I will let him go. If you call the police, he dies.”

The call ends abruptly, his words still ringing in my ears. A few moments later, my phone buzzes with the address. I know that I should call the police or Jimin, but I don’t want to jeopardize Jungkook’s life. Against my better judgement, I leave a note for Jimin, telling him where I’ve gone. He’s not going to be happy with me and I know it, but Jungkook’s safety is more important. I grab my phone and a keycard, leaving the room.

The cab ride feels solemn, but I’m not sure why. My hands won’t stop shaking. The address he sent me leads to a mostly empty parking lot. There are only two cars in the large lot. Once I leave the cab, I can feel my resolve shaking. Maybe I should call Jimin. I open my phone, scrolling through my contacts to find Jimin’s. Before I can hit call, something strikes the back of my head. I crumble.

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Summer of ‘99 Short Story A.A.H

In the summer of 1999 I knew three things: I had just graduated high school, I had just lost my job, and my mom kicked me out. A classic teenage tragedy right? To be honest with you, if I knew then what I know now I would have begged my mom for my room back, begged for my job back and gone to college. But obviously if I would’ve done that I wouldn’t be telling you this story. In my opinion, it’s a pretty great story. That is, if you cut out half of it and delete everything but the second to last line. But enough of the pity party intro. Let’s get started shall we? Now where was I? Oh yes. Now I remember. Okay, here we go. In the summer of 1999 I knew three things: I had just graduated high school, I just lost my job, and my mom kicked me out. This was actually a reality for most people that graduated highschool in my town. A bunch of us used to think that our parents had parties for each other when they did it, like a sort of right of passage. Frankly it just made all the homeless seventeen and eighteen years olds hate the world even more. It’s not like all parents did it though. It was only the families from the nicer parts of town that didn’t really need their kids mucking up their lives anymore. But then there were the select few of us that lived in the projects who were kicked out because we simply took up too much space, kids like me. It was sad honestly. It was hard knowing that my mom never really loved me. Even though I paid most of the bills and kept the house running, she seemed to despise my very existence. I used to think that it was because I looked too much like my father and it made her mad. But I later found out it was because all she cared about was the next time she could slip away into that little thin cylinder that took her away for a while. But ever since I caught her stealing money out of my piggy bank when I was nine, I have dreamed about leaving. I didn’t even care that I had nowhere to go. I would be away from her. And then I met him. I was working as a cashier at Janie’s Produce Store in the fall of my junior year. It was halfway through my six hour shift and I overheard a couple beginning to talk about throwing their son out of the house when he graduated high school. In front of them was a boy who looked about two years older than me. He had dark hair that looked like it needed a good cutting, and eyes as grey as the sky before it rained. He hoisted the fruit and vegetables onto the counter and I heard those parents talk quietly about how they hoped by throwing their son out it would make him want to get a better job and go to college. I assumed that the boy in front of me was their son. But I was wrong, coming around the corner with a bag of green apples was a young boy. He handed his mother the bag a disgusted look on her face. The little boy’s eyes fluttered towards me, looking so sad. I smiled sympathetically then slightly motioned to his parents who were failing at staying quiet. He nodded and kicked his shoes on the ground. “One second please,” I told the boy at the counter, “I’ll be right back.” I swiftly moved from behind the counter making my way up to the boy. “What’s your name buddy?” I spoke softly, crouching down “Andrew,” he mumbled. “Hi Andrew, my name is Charlotte, but call me Charlie. How old are you?” “Eleven ma’am,” his voice was shaky. I knew his parents were right behind me wondering what I was doing. “Wow, eleven, you’re so handsome for an eleven year old. I bet all the girls at school can’t stay away from you can they?” I began to giggle at him to lighten the mood. I smiled and began to laugh. “Yeah,” he was giggling at me. Then his eyes floated up to his parents which made his eyes become sad and empty. I reached into my pocket and grabbed a quarter, handing to to him. “Why don’t you go over there and try to beat my high score on Pac-Man, huh? I’m pretty darn good. Just ask anyone.” “Gee thanks miss,” and just like that he was running to the game. As soon as he put the quarter into the machine I turned to his parents. I will spare you the gory details and choice words that were exchanged between me and those horrible people, but long story short, they stormed out, smashing the bag of apples and dragging their boy out yelling. I went back to the counter feeling even worse about that boy. “Sorry,” I mumbled to the boy still at the counter. “Don’t be sorry darlin’, I was about to do the same thing.” He locked his eyes on me, beckoning me to meet his eyes. “Well I might have just made that kid’s life hell for the next few hours, so yeah real accomplishment,”I shot back with more attitude than I expected. At that moment our eyes met and a shot of heat lept up to my cheeks. I hadn’t noticed how attractive he was before. How his dark hair was licking at his ear lobes and his cheek bones were high and sculpted. His mouth looked as if it was in a permanent smirk and he had slight dimples. “I’m Kodak by the way.” He breathed out a huff of air in a chuckle. I assumed he saw me staring which made my face go even more red. I went back to doing my job. But that wasn’t before I dropped his bag of celery onto the ground, water spraying everywhere. At that point I was really surprised I didn’t burst into flames of embarrassment. As I put his groceries in a cardboard box I wrote down all the items and how much they cost, on two separate pieces of paper. One copy for him and one for the store. He wandered about the shop as I finished up packing his groceries, “You’re all set hun,” my eyes locking down on the paper. “Why thank you darlin’ I appreciate it.” His smile was brighter than glass with the sun shining through it. “Have a good day,” I spoke bubbly. I handed him his items and his receipt with a shy smile. But on the back of that thin white receipt was a series of numbers. Numbers that would lead to countless phone calls, late night visits and cohesive, consistent happiness. My number. He smirked and made his way to the door, groceries balanced on one muscular arm while the other reached for the door handle, “I never did catch your name.” I turned from my register to face him, leaning up against the counter, hands holding the wood behind me. It took me a minute to realize that this boy. This very attractive boy. Was not talking to the imaginary people behind me. He was talking to me. “The name’s Charlotte Rose, but everyone just calls me Charlie.” “Charlotte Rose,” he paused. “Charlotte Rose. Why that is a beautiful name there Mrs. Rose. Why would anyone shorten it.” “I dunno. But I have to get back to work. I’ll see ya round. Okay?” He walked out of the store and right into my life. As it so happened his parents had thrown him out a year prior. He lived in a run down apartment as a contractor, Where I am now. Standing out in front of his blue shabby looking door with the paint peeling away from the splintering wood. I knocked a few times and stood back on the crumbling side walk falling into a dirt hole. “Mangy mutts,” I muttered. It took a few moments before I heard him barreling down the stairs. I could hear the chain lock being cast aside and the padlock being thrown open. “Charlotte Rose!” He yelled, “ To what do I owe the humongous pleasure.” I couldn’t help but giggle at this. I felt my face turning red and my cheek bones turn up into a toothy grin. “Hi Kodak,” I couldn’t help but laugh at him. It seemed like he couldn’t contain himself. His eyes were brighter than I had ever seen them and his smile shone like christmas lights. It was obvious for him to tell that I needed a place to stay. We discussed this for months knowing full well that it would happen. But I don’t think that dimmed the surprise. It made me happy to see him happy, which made me smile even more. As he stood there staring at me I began to think about the plan. Our plan that we devised at the beginning of the school year. The plan was that on June 17th the day after the Rolling Rapids High School graduation and my eighteenth birthday, I would pack up my things, get in my car and drive the fifteen minutes from Applepine drive to Ashton Heights apartment complex. I’d pull up and make my trek to apartment G9, the place I would call home for the time being. Once again, it didn’t go as planned or else I wouldn’t be telling the story. Due to multiple snow days, a delay in final grades, three fights with my mom and a car accident, my move in date was pushed back to August 24th. I had a short shot of pain in my right eye which made me snap back to reality. I winced, Kodak saw it, his eyes became softer. “Come here darlin’,” he whispered. His arms wrapped around my body like a coiled spring. His lips grazed my forehead and up to my hairline. “I’m glad you’re here,” he breathed. I felt his smile against my scalp and I held on to him tighter, burying my face in his chest, nodding in agreement at his statement. “How’s your head feelin’?” His voice muffled by my hair “It still hurts.” “Well it’s suppose’ too. Your junkie mom made your head hit the windshield. She was higher than the damn sun” “It wasn’t her fault. I shouldn’t’ve been leaning on the window and had my seat up so far.” “It’s not your fault you’re so wee.” He laughed patting my head, “Let's go on inside. Got a surprise for you.” “Okay,” He let go of me, opening the door. When we walked in I was hit with the usual scent of cigarettes, cinnamon and dogs. “Welcome home Charlotte Rose.” He grabbed my hand and spun me around. We began dancing to the music that I didn’t realize was playing. ‘Wait,’ I thought, ‘he doesn’t have a radio.’ I began looking around. Searching for the sound. I gasped when I my eyes drifted onto the old wooden box bellowing out my favorite Elvis album, “No freakin’ way.” I started in a whisper, “Kodak!” I was practically screaming in delight. “Kodak… I-I… How?” I was stammering, unable to form sentences. “I found it at Weebly’s off of Horseman Rd., He was selling it for 10 bucks with the record. And I know how much you love Elvis. You like it?” He stared at me hoping what he had done made my sad world light up. I couldn’t say anything. I just looked at him and smiled. It was hard not to love him. I just continued to dance with him in his small living room, the dogs lying lazily at our feet. This right here felt like home. This was what happiness felt like. In his arms I felt safe. After the record ended we fell out of our trance. Still feeling the high of happiness we started to move my stuff into his small, rock and roll postered, single windowed bedroom. It wasn’t extravagant or fancy but as I sat on the grey sheets of his unmade bed I felt at home. He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand staring out the opened window, silent, listening to the quite, heat filled sounds of the ending summer. I’m not sure when we fell asleep but when I woke up I felt cold. It seemed the temperature dropped thirty degrees and it was dark. “Kodak,” I whispered shaking him gently, “Koda wake up.” He groaned and rolled over. I giggled sprawling on top of him. Within seconds we were laughing and wrestling falling from the bed on to the floor with a loud thud. At that moment a gust of wind rushed through the room lifting up the bottoms of the posters revealing all of the holes he had punched into the walls. There were a lot, some dealing with frustration from this world we live in, some from me and most of them were caused by his parents. That was the thing about him, he would never hit anyone, not even me. He wouldn’t let himself do it so he just hit his wall. It bloodied his knuckles the first few times but after a while it didn’t hurt him. At least that's what he told me. “You hungry?” His question brought my mind back. “Is that even a question?” I scoffed. He tickled me grabbing for my hand “Let's go feed the beast,” he teased kissing my cheek. We made our short trek to his tiny kitchen and looked into the fridge. The only things that were seated on the white shelves was a half gone gallon of milk, an apple and a can of spaghetti sauce. “You really gotta go food shopping Koda. You have nothing.” “Well not nothing,” his smirk grew wide as he reached into the cabinet. Sneakily he grabbed a box. A thin box. “I picked this up thinking you’d like it.” He tossed it at me and in the swirl of colors and letters it took me a few seconds to realize he had bought my favorite cereal. “I can’ believe you bought french toast crunch. You hate this stuff.” “Well it’s growin’ on me. Just like you did.” With a swift motion he grabbed two bowls, two spoons and the gallon of milk and sat us on the floor because of his lack of tables and chairs. As we ate our cereal there was a commotion outside that was easily heard from the open windows. I guess Kodak noticed my concern and patted my hand. “It’s probably my drunk neighbors again. It’s gonna be okay darlin’, you’re safe now.” I nodded. “Can I tell you something?” I asked looking beside me to lock our gazes. “Of course,” a thin stream of milk running down his chin making him smile and I giggle. “I know it’s gonna sound crazy and you probably think I’m insane. But I think I-,” I took a deep breath, my nerves kicking in, my mouth becoming dry. I had never said this to anyone before and I was more nervous than I was the day I confronted those parents at the produce store. Even then I wasn’t that nervous, just so mad that that little boy had to go through that. I took one more breath and my eyes lifted up from the floor to his beautiful grey eyes. “I think,” I stammered, “I know I.. I I’m in lo-” A loud crack filled the air around us. A gunshot. Our bodies hit the ground out of instinct. “Wait here,” he yelled running to the window looking down onto the courtyard. Then swiftly moving to the closet where he grabbed the handgun he kept in there for emergencies only. I guessed that this was an emergency. He gave me a look I didn’t recognize and he ran down the stairs, gun in hand. I heard the front door open with a bang and Kodak yell. I was paralyzed by fear. “Kodak,” I cried out. I heard another shot and I began to sob. I heard footsteps sprinting up the stairs. The invader rounded the corner and stood above me, loaded gun in hand pointed at me. His face from his eyes down was covered by a sheet of black material. “Remember me, Charlie?” He raised the gun, pointing it at my head, jaw locking. I couldn’t find the words to answer him. I was still sobbing. He kicked me in the ribs. “Remember me? He screamed crouching down to pull on my hair. “Kodak! Kodak!” I screamed so loud my ears popped. I heard a groan and followed by footsteps. “Kodak?” I breathed. He stammered into the room clutching his bleeding side. His eyes full of pain, sweat brimming his brow. He shifted groaning, inhaling sharply. They both raised their guns. Yelling incoherent things. Each gun cocked ready kill, one trained on me, the other on the unmasked boy. “Do you know what she did to me?” Tears pooling around the edges of the mask on the boy. “This girl ruined my life. I’ve spent years. YEARS!” He screamed into my face. “Looking for you. I guess your mom went a little haywire, got herself in the papers with that car accident a few weeks back. Just so happened I walked by the paper stand after I picked up this bad boy,” he said brandishing the gun at me with a pained smirk.” I saw your name. You’re the reason I have no home. You made everything happen too quick. Everything happened sooner than expected. All because you wanted to be a hero. All because you wanted me to beat your pac man high score.” “Don’t move any closer,” Kodak screamed with a frightening amount of authority. The boy’s words echoed through my brain. I gasped. It couldn’t be him. It can’t be him. That was almost two years ago Before my brain could catch up, they were both moving slightly. “Charlotte Rose. I’m in love with you to.” Kodak said voice shaking. The boy ripped off his mask, both guns firing. One hitting their target, the other missing its mark by a hair but still connecting. It was loud, I was in pain, I couldn’t hear anything except muffling, I saw two blurry figures crumble. “Andrew?” Kodak screamed in disbelief.

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