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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years

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Warmth - Jamie Oleksiak

Words: 1.8k+

Type: Fluff

Summary: Jamie seeks the comfort of his pregnant girlfriend after a bad game.

Warnings: Female!Reader. Pregnant!Reader and not so good things about pregnancy (morning sickness, not being able to sleep/eat, aching feet and legs...). Very soft Jamie.

Dallas Stars lost.

They lost another game of the season and while everybody on the opposite team celebrated, the men who wear green have their heads hanging low, disappointed with their defeat.

You weren’t able to watch the game in the actual arena, but you did watch it on the TV. You saw everything go down, from the endless goals of the opposite team to the frustrated plays of the Stars.

You’re pregnant, already on your 8th month, belly big as heck. And you have been having not a not so good time since this 3rd trimester started. Morning sickness returned, feet swell and ache from standing, sleeping is hard in any position.

You have just been struggling. Another day another struggle.

Your boyfriend, and baby daddy, Jamie Oleksiak had to almost hold you down when he was about to leave for the game. He wanted you to rest while you just wanted to go out and support him at the game.

You didn’t sleep at all the night before since every position seemed too uncomfortable, and you also couldn’t keep much food down. You honestly didn’t have all that many arguments that could’ve helped you go. So, yes, you stayed home.

You wore his jersey, as your own superstition since you started dating, and sat comfortably on the couch with a water bottle by your side. Whenever in intermissions you would get up and walk around a bit to fight your aching legs over not moving, and, of course, your ass that had been falling asleep throughout the game.

You were sad over them losing, but you weren’t disappointed. You know they have the strength to come back from this.

When the game was over, you still watched a bit more of TV and some of the press, but after so many adjustments to your pillows throughout the 3 hours, you lose your fight over your exhaustion while laying back on the pillows.

Not too long after, Jamie is able to get home. His head is still hanging low, eyes on the ground as he drags his feet out of the car and inside his home.

Ever since you had started showing the slightest bump, Jamie has been attached to you. When at home, he is the clingiest human possible, always seeking comfort and warmth from you and your pregnant self. And now, after such a bad loss, he just wants to be by your side.

As he steps inside the house, he’s not surprised over seeing that the lights are still on. You tend to walk around the house when you can’t sleep, so it has been a habit to turn every light off once getting home.

What did surprise him was the slight murmur of a debate on a sports channel coming from the living room. And his heart squeezes as he lays his eyes on you.

You’re sleeping on your side, half seated, blanked over your legs as the green jersey covers most of your body, even with the bump, and you just look so peaceful.

You have been having a hard time sleeping, but he can’t let you sleep on the couch. It is not only for your benefit, but also because he won’t hear the end of it when you can’t stop complaining about back pain tomorrow morning.

He takes a seat right beside you on the couch easily over it being wide enough for you two, and his hand rests over your belly. He caresses it for a bit over the jersey and looks up.

“Babe” He whispers, bringing his hand to your shoulder just to give you a slight shake.

Your eyes blink open and you stare for a few seconds in confusion at what’s in front of you. Your eyes, slowly, end up finding Jamie, who is still wearing his grey suit, the exact same one that he left the house in.

“Got to go to bed, you can’t sleep here” He whispers at you.

You breathe in deeply as the slightest bit of rest sets in your body and once you relax back onto to the couch, Jamie leans over, laying a kiss over your cheek.

“Come on” He encourages.

He stands slowly, and, right after, he extends his hand towards you, offering his help to make you sit and get up from the very comfortable couch.

You grab it gently and slowly rise to sit, taking a few seconds for self reassurance that it won’t be that long of a walk to the bed. Jamie pulls you up and as you stand, you lean onto his chest.

“I saw the game.” You whisper into his shirt.

His hands lay over your shoulders and he sighs while giving them a slight squeeze.

“Unfortunately.” He comments in a half joking tone.

You poke his side and a small grin grows over his face. Without any other exchange of words, Jamie pushes you to the side and you follow his movements, finally making your way to the bedroom.

The walk down the hallway wasn’t all that bad, the stairs was the worst part, but you got there.

You sit back on the bed defeated by exhaustion and Jamie starts taking his blazer off. He quickly enters the walk in closet to change into more comfortable clothes and your eyes follow him in. You still have to change shirts, but your body definitely has other ideas. Sleeping being one of them.

Jamie comes back in just a pair of his softest sweatpants and with a shirt on his hand. He walks back to you and lays the shirt on the bed, beside you.

You grin at his soft look as he motions at you to hold your arms up and he’s quick to help you out of the jersey and into the oversized t-shirt. As he goes to discard it at the laundry bin, you start adjusting your pillows, trying to do the exact same concoction that you figured out while downstairs.

Jamie is probably still going to be awake for a few more hours since it’s still 10pm but you are a fallen soldier, there’s no way you’re still going to do anything else but sleep. You lay/sit against your crazy amount of pillows and grab your phone from the nightstand.

Jamie comes back from the bathroom and practically throws himself on the bed. His arms find you soon enough and while you’re distracted by your phone, he lays his head on your chest, super gentle, minding every little bit of soreness you could have in your body.

You discard your phone right after that, your hands go to his head and your fingers soon start playing with his hair, something he has grown obsessed with ever since you two started dating.

His large hand rests over your belly, caressing every inch of it as his own eyes follow his movements. The silence of the room is comforting, the only audible sound being your breathing and the ticking of the alarm clock on his side of the bed.

You press a kiss at the crown on his head as your arms wrap around him and pull him impossibly closer to you. He closes his eyes as you squeeze him comfortingly and just lays still, accepting your hold with all his being.

As you lay another kiss over his head and loosen your hold on him, you feel him completely relax beside you. It is almost as you took all the weight from his shoulders and threw it all away.

“I love you” He whispers against your shirt, voice muffled by your chest.

“I love you too” You whisper back.

Jamie lays still for a second and all of a sudden, right after his hand starts moving against your belly again, he lifts his head from your chest and brings it over your stomach.

You smile as soft kisses start being laid over your shirt on your skin and you stare at the back of your boyfriend’s head lovingly. Your fingers play with his hair slowly and Jamie continues to show his affection towards you and the bump silently.

Even though you feel exhausted, you really can’t bring yourself to push him away or try to close your eyes. You just can’t miss this.

You grab the TV remote and turn it on. The volume already extremely low over Jamie lowering it last night as you slept for your first and final hour and he zapped away through channels.

His eyes lift up to the screen and he rests his head just a tiny bit on your belly. Your warmth can be felt over your shirt and that is insanely comforting to him.

All his worries seem to have evaporated and all he can think of is how he can’t wait for his little boy to be born.

It’s still weird to imagine that there’s a baby under his head and hand, but he can’t express how excited he is to just... have him and to hold him.

Everything seems so surreal to him and you’re already on your 8th month.

He looks up at you, turning his head to the opposite side of the TV screen, and he finds you fighting off sleep as your hand keeps on caressing his head.

“I’ll let you go to sleep now” He says in a whisper.

You nod and he lifts his head from your stomach, even though it was practically just hovering over it. You adjust yourself on the bed to your preferred position, on your side. Jamie throws and tucks the covers over you, making you smile at him.

He kisses your cheek quickly and you’re quick to cup his face with your hands before he could pull away, beard slightly harsh over your soft palms. You lean in and lay a soft peck on his lips.

As you pull away, he follows you and starts peppering your lips with kisses. You smile against his lips and he starts kissing your cheeks and jaw.

“If you need anything, you already know” He tells you as he pulls away to look you in the eyes.

You nod, still smiling, and he pulls you in another kiss. Your eyes close at the softness of the kiss and you caress his cheeks with your thumbs.

He pulls away a final time and lays back on the bed beside you. His hand rests over your belly on top of the covers and you finally close your eyes.

In the space of a few minutes, you fall asleep and Jamie is left staring lovingly at you and your sleeping form. His hand caresses unconsciously your belly once more and he decides to turn off the TV.

He stares at you for a little bit and right on the same second, he turns on his side and scoots over to you. His arms wrap around you and he snuggles close to your stomach, welcoming your warmth under the covers.

And soon enough, with just a few peaceful and warm minutes, he falls asleep right next to you with no worries on his mind.

Like I said before, this was written in between classes today. I hope it’s good, I never wrote for him so... *fingers crossed* 🥰

#jamie oleksiak imagine #jamie oleksiak imagines #jamie oleksiak fic #jamie oleksiak x reader #big rig #jamie oleksiak fluff

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fbfh · 3 years

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domestic cozy moments with leo - an anthology

i should really be asleep

aged up to 18+ obvs,,,, rlly wishing this was real rn lmao,,, also it’s fluff if u couldn’t tell

1600 words

You set down your last box, hearing a thump in the next room as he sets his. You will your legs to carry you into the next room where he’s waiting, standing, looking at you. The glaring over head light still somehow makes him look good, and you can tell, by this point, that he’s thinking something similar about you. He pulls you closer with one strong comforting gesture, and you both flop unceremoniously down onto the bare mattress on the floor. You tuck the crook of your elbow over your face to block out the harsh light, and gently rub your face into the material of his shirt; a dark flannel over a deep red hoodie, some quote splashed across the chest. The arm wrapped around you bent, his hand brushing the hair at the top of your forehead.

“We did it,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” you replied, “now we just gotta unpack everything.”

“And organize.”

“And decorate,” you add. There’s a beat of silence.

“God, this is gonna be a nightmare, isn’t it…” he laughs, head resting on top of yours. A slow, tired chuckle rocks your body.

“Yeah, probably…”

You’ve both been up since about 4am, and have only just finished moving into your apartment. It’s around one or two in the morning. You’re beyond exhausted, the thrill of the move and shitty, delerious humor keeping you running for the last few hours.

“Y’know what,” he moves, kicking off his shoes, “I say we just crash for the night. Deal with the rest of it in the morning.” He’s already mumbling, his voice groggy - groggier than before - and you can tell he’s losing orbit. Against your wishes, you make yourself sit up. You kneel over to a box a few feet away, and rip the tape off. You pull out a duvet, and shuffle back over to him.

“Yeah,” you say, already slipping out of your sneakers and throwing some of the blanket over him, “sounds good.” You curl back into him, into a slightly more comfortable position, and start to settle down.

“Shit,” he hisses, “the light.” You realize the light’s still on and groan.

“Oh god… we’re really that dumb,” you can feel the sleep deprived laughter taking over.

“Wait, wait,” he giggles, the infectious laugh spreading. He leans over, fumbling for the mop next to the broom and vacuum, and holds the flat head, the pole in between his fingers. You feel him shift, and pry your eyes open. He’s almost got it. You make some encouraging ‘oh, ooooh!’s as he lines up the loop at the top with the light switch on the wall and darkness engulfs you. He lays back down in a heap, setting the mop on the floor next to him.

“Nice!” you press a kiss below his ear, the closest place you could reach, and he mutters sleepily, “Thank you, thank you, I’ll be signing autographs in half an hour,” laughter seeping into his words like a teabag in hot water as he pulls his hood up. Your limbs are already tingly with sleep. He mutters something you can’t make out, and you’re pretty sure you tried to ask what, but you don’t remember anything after that. You don’t know who fell asleep first, but you both slept really well that night.

Your piping was migraine worthy.

That’s what Leo had said after about a minute under your bathroom sink.

You had noticed the water pressure in the sink got really weak after a day or two. Your apartment was pretty old, so it wasn’t surprising.

“Should we call the superintendent?” you asked through a mouth of ramen. A smile hit his eyes, and you finished the thought he hadn’t said.

“To let him know,” you shoved his chest playfully, “I know you can fix it, that wasn’t a question.” It backed off, and instead he said, “You can try, but I’m pretty sure he’s one of those three-to-five-business-days types.”

“Well, at least he’ll know what’s going on.” He still had that look. “I’ll tell him not to call a plumber. My boyfriend’s an engineer and can more than handle it.” He seemed satisfied, and grabbed his tools.

“I’m just saying, I think I know a thing or two about this stuff…” You pulled the still ringing phone from your face. “Duh, you’re the-” the phone stopped ringing. Voicemail. You rolled your eyes as the beep sounded, and left a brief message explaining who you were and the situation. After you finished talking, you hung up.

“God, I hate talking on the phone,” you mutter. You turn the corner to the bathroom doorway.

“How’s it looking?” you lean on the door frame, and suppress a chuckle at the sight of your boyfriend laying on a skateboard under the bathroom sink.

“This makes… no sense…” he muttered. “I mean, who- why would you put a dual check there?” You smiled, loving when he talked about his hyperfixations, even if it barely made sense to you. You decided to check back in a bit, and went to transfer some laundry.

It had been a while. You had checked on Leo two or three times, and he was still doing something under there. He had come out once or twice to get some parts or piping from his supplies, then went straight back to work. If only you had a dollar for every time you heard him sigh, “there’s gotta be a better way to do this…” It’s been two hours and he needs a break.

You walk back into the bathroom, step over him, and sit down, your hips right on top of his.

He stops.

He pushes you both out from under the sink, skateboard rolling slowly, his eyes locked with yours.

“Hello,”

“Hi,”

You just wanted to take out the trash, that was all. But when you entered the back alley and saw a little kitty cat looking so scared by the dumpster, you couldn’t stop your instincts. You set the trash down slowly, scooped up the cat, and marched back inside. You set her - or him? You weren’t sure yet. You set them in the bathroom, made a little nest of towels close to the radiator, and left, closing the door behind you. You came back in with a small storage bin with cat litter - which Leo luckily had on hand for absorbing oil spills in his garage - paper bowls with some tuna and water, and a small ball of yarn from a long since abandoned craft project. The kitty ate all the tuna in record time, and looked at you, asking for more.

“Wait for that to digest, then you can have seconds.” you said, softly. You gave them a little head pat, and they skittered away, unused to affection. It made your heart a little sad. But it’s okay, you reminded yourself, kitty’s gonna get lots of love from now on. You adjust your seat on the edge of the tub, trying to stop your butt from going numb. You pick the cat up to put them in their makeshift bed, and check under their tummy. Yup, girl kitty. She lets out a high pitched meow, and you can tell she’s still pretty young. You pet her back, and she arches up, her tail curling. She moves away from your hand, still not used to it yet, but a loud purr resonates through her chest and off the walls. You hold back a delighted squeal as she curls up into a ball. Oh jeez, do you have any blankets? You could cover her with a towel, but do you have anything softer? You leave to check, closing the door securely behind you. You dig through the linen closet for a few minutes before you hear the door open and close.

“Honey, I’m home,” Leo quipped, putting his jacket on the coat rack. You picked up a small fleece decorative blanket you had no use for until now.

“Hey,” he turned the corner, and placed his hand on your face, and your free hand rested on his. He pressed a warm kiss to your lips, and pulled away even though he didn’t want to. “Hey, Sparky,” you replied, a smile only he could give you blooming on your face.

He started to tell you you two could catch up in a minute, he just has to wash the stubborn leftover machine oil off his hands, but you stopped him before he could.

“I have a surprise.” You said.

“Okay,” he replied, smiling, “what is it?”

You bit your lip, and quickly pulled him into the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind you.

“Woah, babe,” he smirked, “if you wanted-” his voice cut off when he saw you kneeling next to a small kitty.

“Her name is garbage, cause that’s where I found her!” you giggled, quoting the episode of The Office you two had watched just last night.

“Aww,” he cooed, and began to wash his hands hastily so he could pet her, “she’s adorable!” his voice was soft, and higher than normal, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever heard. He dried off his hands, and bent down to give her a cuddle. You stayed like that for a while, watching her play with string and baby talking her.

“By the way, Estrella,” he said, breaking his baby voice to look up at you, “we’re not actually naming her garbage, right?”

“No!” you laughed, “She’s too cute, that’d be mean…”

He giggled at your face, and you two batted names back and forth for a while, trying to find the right one, and eventually settling on Jackhammer, maybe Jack for short. “She’s definitely as loud as one,” Leo mused when he’d first heard her purr.

She purred a lot more after that.

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btssmutficslovingfan01 · 3 years

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Do Me

Summary: You hate each other but there’s something just so sexy about him.

Words: 4.9k

Pairing(s): Hoseok x (female) Reader, Slight Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: First Person POV, mature language, sexual humor, graphic sexual descriptions, the sex feels kinda real, reader doesn’t say it but it looks like she’s a virgin, mentions of open relationships, this entire story is literally a buildup to a gangbang also kinda badly written but that’s the charm

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He glared at me as I ran across the field, my shorts riding up my thighs and flashing him quite a bit of skin. I knew what he wanted, it was clear that he wanted to get me angry too.

Hoseok and I share a complicated relationship. He pushes, I pull. We’ve been at odds with each other since we met in ninth grade Algebra, as he was cocky since he knew he was the best looking boy in our grade. However, I never succumbed to his charms. I knew he was good looking, obviously, but he had a rotten attitude.

We became something like friends, since he was newly single and looking for a new girlfriend, and he naturally attached himself to me. Things were steady for a while but it changed after my 18th birthday. He had a girlfriend at the time and he opted to ditch my birthday party for her.

The next day when I went back to school, I confronted him and poured my heart out to him. He ended the conversation, telling me his true feelings,

“I would’ve come but I wasn’t free! We would’ve had a blast together.” He looked visibly hurt and I could feel my face burning up. I sighed, turning away from him and sitting down in my own desk as he continued staring at me with those ice-cold grey eyes.

He returned my attitude with his own sour mood, reverting back to his older, fuckboy self. I hated him passionately, saving my tears for another guy who deserved them. I started dating his best friend, ironically.

We had to force a mutual tolerance for each other, he had to grimace as I greeted him “hello” every day at lunch and whenever he left, we made conversation. It went a little something like this:

“So how was your day?”

“You and I will never be friends.”

“I just asked you how you were doing, geez.” And then we would go back to our phones, pretending like nothing happened as Danny returned.

We broke up a little over a month ago but something definitely changed between me and Hoseok again. We hated each other, but with every eye roll and glare, there was tension.

I couldn’t believe it, but every time he yelled in my face, I got wet. I started thinking of him whenever I masturbated, his lips on my clit, or his cock rubbing against my thighs, and how warm he’d feel against my cold skin.

I never told him about my fantasies, instead channeling all my anger at him, till it reached him directly.

Currently, we were in gym class and we haven’t said a word to each other. He slipped a note into my hand, just as we were about to go change. I read in his messy handwriting “Meet me in the boys locker room after everyone leaves.”

I waited, making sure there were no teachers or students in the proximity before sneaking into the boys locker room through the unlocked connected door that the teachers seemingly forgot to lock.

When I slipped into the room, Hoseok was half naked, wearing only his pants as he smirked in my direction. I grit my teeth seeing his cocky grin and wanting to slap him silly but also wanting to kiss those soft lips and run my fingers through his hair. The connection between us was an unexplainable one. I was angry at him, but at the same time I wanted to get railed by him.

“What do you want?” I hiss, as he backs me into a locker.

“Why do you think I asked you to meet me alone?”

“I don’t know...” He grunts, caging me against a wall as I suck in a deep breath, trying to control my wild heartbeat.

“Don’t play coy with me, missy.” I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes at him.

“You don’t scare me.”

“I was just gonna apologize.”

“For what?” When I turned back to look at him, he was inches away from me, his lips above mine. They were juicy and plump and I know I couldn’t resist any longer.

“For this,” He gives me the satisfaction of feeling those lips, his breath fanning across my face as the lights suddenly went out in the room and we were left in darkness. “Damn motion sensors. Now come on, let me take you home.” Normally I’d argue with him but I was too tired to put up a fight this time. Luckily since gym was the last class of the day, I could go straight home to shower. The school shower rooms would require me to shower and change all at the same time but going home would mean only showering and changing then taking a nap without worrying about classes afterwards.

“We’re here.” When I open my eyes after five minutes, Hoseok has pulled up in front of my house.

I thank him curtly before walking back home with my head hung low. What’s wrong with me? He waits for me to go inside before pulling back out the driveway and retreating to his own home.

As I laid in my bed recounting the days events, I wondered what the hell I was thinking, kissing him like that.

I touched my lips again, feeling the familiar warmth arise in my chest as I take in a deep breath. I pull the covers over me and I decided to sleep on it.

The next day isn’t much better. Hoseok hasn’t said a word to me and I haven’t really talked to him either. I finally swallowed my pride during lunch, approaching him with a heavy heart.

“You know, it’s funny that we...yesterday...” Suddenly I can’t seem to find the words after looking into his deep grey eyes. He looks a lot more different today.

“Can we forget about it? I screwed up,” He sighs as I lean against the window next to me, watching him curiously as he turns to me with a red apple in hand. “I only asked you to meet me yesterday so we could talk about the elephant in the room.”

“Which might be...?” I urge him to continue but he just grunted before kicking the wall behind him and avoiding my gaze once more.

“Just drop it.” I step in front of him, blocking him from running away. He looked up at me with those same eyes which get me every time, and all was lost again.

“Tell me, what did you really want to talk to me about?” He clenched his jaw, leaning in close, lips only millimeters away from my mouth.

“I want you.” I surprised myself by what I said next.

“Then come get me.” I walked away without saying much else, impressing myself with how bold I acted with Hoseok, my sworn enemy. Furthermore, was he seriously courting me? We hate each other. I don’t understand why he’s intent on getting into my pants. His hands probably don’t satisfy him anymore.

“What’s up with you?” One friend of mine asks as I walk back to the lunch table empty handed.

“Hoseok.” I reply with a small smile.

“I thought you guys weren’t friends anymore. What did he want?” She asks, not really prying but still interested enough to ask.

“Homework, or something like that.”

“Oh my god, speaking of homework, earlier this boy in my physics class said something sexist.”

“What did he say?” Judging by her tone, he really pissed her off.

“He said us girls are like homework, guys just do us.” I raise an eyebrow, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Wow, he said that?”

“Yeah. And he’s not just any guy, he’s a freshman, his name was Jungkook.” I slap a hand on my cheek in shock.

“The basketball player who got into the varsity team after trying out?”

“That’s the one.” She chatters on about how annoying he acts and then moves onto her boyfriend, Jin. He’s handsome, smart, and very charming. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s gay but he has dispelled the rumors himself. He was seen kissing a guy at a rave but he denied everything and said he was experimenting.

Jin is an interesting character, but even so he’s too good to be true. Much better than Hoseok, that’s for sure.

“Hey Y/N.” He makes his way over to me after his girlfriend leaves to go buy a parfait.

“Hi Jin.” I wave at him, not keeping my gaze on him any longer than I should. It would be highly inappropriate if I showed more interest in my friend’s boyfriend, especially since he was a known player.

“So I was planning on throwing a little after party for the team this weekend, and I was wondering if you would come?” I shrug as his lips curl up into an attractive smile. My heart is racing at the speed of light, but I didn’t want to lose my cool in front of him just yet.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I could introduce you to some of my friends. You’re a pretty girl, and I’m sure you get asked out all the time. It’s a shame you’re single, though.” I cross my arms as he flatters me, sitting on the edge of my seat as this gut feeling tells me to run away. I don’t want to run, there is nothing threatening about Jin in the slightest. I’m just intimidated.

“Okay, sure.” So maybe things didn’t go as planned. If things go well enough at the party, on the upside I could end up meeting the love of my life.

“I’ll ask Bae to send you the details.”

“Hey.” He stands in front of me, sweat dripping off his forehead as he dabs his face with a towel.

“Hey yourself.” I give Hoseok a forced smile before walking over to the cooler to refill my water bottle.

“Spring ended pretty quickly, didn’t it?” He tries to keep the conversation going but I’m too focused on the game to care.

“I guess. Oh, the other team made it!”

“You like basketball?” He scans the boys first before turning back to me.

“It’s fun. What’s it to you? Aren’t you supposed to be running track?”

“I am, well I was. It started raining outside and coach made us run laps around the gym section. Yep, I ran 103 laps.” I smirk, pulling his towel off his shoulder.

“You might want to get back in there. I can already hear the coach screaming for you to get back to the upper gym.” His nose scrunches up as he looks at his watch in disdain.

“Oh shit, I was supposed to be there like 5 minutes ago. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye.” I wave him off, tossing the towel into the nearest laundry bin I could find.

After the basketball team wins with a solid 21 points in the lead, we all head down to Jin’s house to celebrate. It felt awkward at first, since I was invited by Jin but he was hanging out with his girlfriend the entire time and I was third wheeling, but by the time I had the fourth drink, it was perfect.

Jin’s hand is on my shoulder as I tell him things that people with only crude humor understand, and while Bae was busy in the bathroom, I got introduced to Jungkook, the star player and his equally bitchy girlfriend, Raini.

“Hey guys, it’s been a long day but I think we ought to play some 7 minutes in heaven, don’t you think?” I hold up my coke can as one of the players makes a suggestion.

“Wait, aren’t some of you guys in relationships?” Raini and Bae have similar reactions, as they step forward out of the small crowd of people, sitting by my side while stroking my hair (and making me uncomfortable if I might add) and complimenting my lip tint.

“We’re both in open relationships, me and my boyfriend are like this so we won’t let anything like sex get in the way of our romance.” I scratch my head as Raini puts her fingers together, not really reassuring me since her nails were longer than my legs and she clearly didn’t give a fuck about who her boyfriend was sticking his cock inside.

“I’m not in a relationship, but I do know that if I was it would probably be closed.” I lunge forward, catapulting myself off the couch as I try running anywhere they aren’t. These girls are intimidating, they aren’t ashamed of their sexual ambitions and they were open to anything. Whereas, I wouldn’t be caught dead with a boy in bed. Sex makes me flustered, what can I say?

“Hey, where are you going cutie? The party’s barely started.” Jungkook suddenly had his arms around me, his body stinking of cologne and sweat. I expected a citrus scent from him since that’s what all the girls who slept with him said but instead I was met with a nasty odor that clogged up my nose.

“Jungkook, stop being such a dick. Can’t you see she doesn’t want to hang out with you?” When I met eyes with Hoseok again, I knew I couldn’t let him go again. I need to have him at my fingertips, preferably under me because I wanted to take control. I want to do to him what he did to me.

“Oh sorry man, didn’t know she was your girl. I was under the impression that you two hated each other,” Jungkook stares straight ahead, searching his eyes for an answer. When Hoseok grips my hand and I don’t say a word, Jungkook backs away. “Alright, be that way. Just don’t come bitchin’ to me when she messes up your shit again.” Jungkook pushed past Hoseok as I stood behind him, pondering what he could have possibly meant by me “messing his shit up.” He might have liked me in the past. Just when I thought I had him all figured out, he goes and pulls this on me.

“Hoseok, wait,” I stop him before he tries walking away. “What did Jungkook mean?”

“I don’t have time for this.” He sighs, trying to push past me as I block the way again.

“Please tell me the truth.”

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” My heart stops when he closes in on me, kissing me softly as I sigh into his lips.

“That’s all, isn’t it? Tell me, do you feel the same way I do?” I ask as we break the kiss.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gives me a heart-shaped smile, pulling me into an empty bedroom. He kissed me with more passion this time, his lips practically glued to mine as he pushed me down on the bed. He crawls over me, trapping my body with his. I want this. I feel every fiber of my being heat up with lust, all because of him. Why does he have to be so freaking sexy? “Are you sure about this?” He asks as I pull off my top and kick off my pants. Lips parted as he stared at me in awe, he waited for me to answer. He already had his shirt off, so I had trouble concentrating on what he had to say because he looked yummy.

“Yes.” I pull him down on top of me for a kiss, gasping a bit from the bone crushing weight of his torso as he rests his body on mine momentarily.

“Sorry, almost blacked out there for a second.” He smirks at me as I shake my head.

“It’s no problem, princess.” He nips my lower lip slightly before moving down to my neck, leaving kisses as he tosses my bra aside.

“Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” I smacked my lips together, giggling as my lip gloss was smeared all over his face from our sloppy kisses. I feel a string of saliva dribble down my chin as he unbuckles his pants.

“Can I suck you off first?” I feel shy all of a sudden, and considering that I was more naked than he was at the moment, it doesn’t really add up.

“Of course, sweetheart,” His eyes wander down my figure as I crawl to the edge of the bed, blushing as I see his hard-on. “Now don’t go getting all shy on me, babe. Why don’t you start by opening your mouth and you can suck the tip first?” The tip, right. I was completely inexperienced with anything sex-related. Hoseok gently caressed my hair, sucking in a breath as I brought my lips down and closed my mouth around his shaft, slowly falling into a rhythm as he parts his lips, rocking his hips forward, now thrusting his hard cock into my mouth every once in a while, the head twitching and jerking with Hoseok’s spasms.

“Shit,” He groans, watching me as I gag a bit on his dick. My ear throat burns but an overwhelming feeling of lust clouds my vision. I made him weak. “You’re so good at this, baby,” I continue sucking his cock, taking him deeper in my mouth once I get the hang of it. I was bobbing my head up and down in a repetitive motion, watching him with wondrous eyes as he releases the most delicious noises. I feel more dominant, reducing the Hoseok Jung into nothing more but a moaning mess of pleasure. “Move further down, the base...ahhhh that’s more like it.”

“Are you cumming?” I giggle as he rolls his hips forward, feeling my head between his legs as gently as possible.

“If you keep at it, yeah. I will.”

“In my mouth?” His jaw drops open as I pout, looking up at him with a twinkle of mischief in my eyes.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I just thought—”

“I was kidding. But I’m not a fan of the taste.” I smack my lips, managing to swallow a bit of the residue.

“Same here. I think cum tastes disgusting but eating pussy is what I’m best at.” I raise a brow at him as he starts bragging about his skill. There he goes again, gloating about something in my face as we’re in the middle of a moment. It’s ridiculous, he just won’t stop being annoying. So, I decided to amp up my game. Feeling the lightbulb go off above my head, I look up at him as his dick goes limp in my hands.

“Quiet. Why don’t you do something useful with your mouth for once in your life and just get on your knees, bitch?” He winced, giving me that look most boys give me when I’ve said something outrageous. I might have gone overboard with calling him a bitch, but as far as insults go, it’s not my worst.

“Whoa, you could’ve said it nicely. If you wanna get eaten out, all you gotta do is ask, baby.” I smirk, pushing my thighs together as Hoseok reaches down to grab my throbbing clit.

“Don’t call me “baby.” I’m not yours, I’m my own person,” He yanks his hand free, staring at my clear fluids coating his fingertips as I cross my legs. “I guess the toy became the player. Come here.”

“What’s up with you?” Hoseok asks as he crawls between my legs.

“I was just trying something but I didn’t like it. Got me feeling tight.” Hoseok lets out a chuckle as I tell him what was bugging me earlier.

“That’s a good feeling. It means you’re enjoying yourself.”

“No, it’s not. I called you a bitch and disrespected you by calling you a player. I’m sorry that I’m like this.”

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” His soft voice makes my heart flutter. He’s speaking to me in such a soothing voice and with a buttery tone that just makes me want to suck his cock all day. Damn, I’m horny.

“I just want this to be perfect, for both of us.”

“It’s already perfect.” He kisses the back of my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine after. Our palms were sweaty and sticky, and my breath smells nasty. I should have brought some gum.

“Please continue. I won’t stop you,” We share a smile as Hoseok brings his tongue down to lick my clit, finally reaching my bud as he kisses my pussy with the utmost care. He makes sure not to accidentally bite me, his lips massaging my heat as pleasure overtakes me and I feel a strange sensation like I’m about to explode. But it’s not like peeing, it just feels very good.

“Hoseok!” I call out his name once as he slurps me up with his pink tongue, now with his lips barely even grazing the surface, as his tongue does most of the work, from the inside. I can feel him, my nipples hardened the moment his mouth touched my pussy. I felt close. Whatever that meant. When I started tensing up, instead of stopping me, he started rubbing his nose against my pussy, thrusting his slick tongue into me at a quick pace. “I’m gonna cum!” I cry as his tongue dances across my labia, and I gasp out of shock and relief after the cum spews all over his face.

A knock on the door interrupts us as Hoseok pulls away from my wet heat and he gets up, sighing as I cover myself with the blankets, still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm.

“You can’t be up here. I get that you’re trying to enjoy the moment but my sheets are new and I’d rather not put them in the laundry right away.”

“I didn’t think you’d kill the mood so quickly, Jin,” Hoseok seems to have a silent stare down with the boy as he stands at the doorway, peering into the room with prying eyes. “I’ll be back.” Hoseok tells me, shutting the door and stepping out in nothing but his boxers.

It was getting cold, without his warmth and pleasurable tongue disappearing between my folds once again as promised.

“What took you so long?” I ask when he finally comes back after 10 minutes.

“Sorry. Just needed to sort some stuff out with the boys.”

“What?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter now. Jin said he’s okay with us doing it on his bed.”

“Well now I just feel bad. Come on, at least fuck me on the rug.” Hoseok smirks as I lower my ass to the ground, leaning forward as he gets behind me.

“If you’re sure about this…”

“What are you talking about? My ass is literally—Oh, OH.” I choke back my tears as he splits my pussy in half. I felt an excruciating pain first before I was wet enough to the point where he could slide right in.

“Fuck yes.” Hoseok’s sloppy thrusts get smoother over time as I loosen up, it feels more amazing as he fucks me harshly, his testes slapping against my ass and all. I felt my core clench all of a sudden, and an all-too familiar feeling creeping up on me again.

“Hobi…”

“I know, baby.” He gropes my boobs as he kisses my neck, sliding his warm hands down my entire body as I bounce back on his dick from an odd angle. He was currently holding my arms back, like reigns as I used gravity to propel myself back on his dick and he pushed his body forward to collide with mine. Our skin made a hard clapping sound, like how skin sounds when you smack it really hard or something.

“I’m a little sore now, fuck my life.” I curse as the back of my thighs clench from being smacked against Hoseok’s toned ones. This man has some rock hard muscles.

“That’s a little ironic, considering that I’m actually fucking you right now.”

“Hoseok, I’m actually in pain, can't you just help me out just this once?” He sighs, pulling out of me as I moan from the sudden loss of his dick. Who knew I was such a whore for cock?

“Get on the bed.”

⚠️

When I saw him for the first time after our lustful tousle in Jin’s bedroom, he evaded my gaze. I took things in my own hands by texting him to meet me in the locker room after everyone left. I had my doubts at first, but after I heard the heavy footsteps, I felt reassured.

Hoseok was avoiding me.

“What’s your deal?” I ask as he rubs his neck, sweat dripping down his forehead despite him having showered and smelling daisy fresh.

“I dunno.” He avoids my gaze again, and finally losing my last nerve, I slam him against the lockers, just like he did to me when we were first in here.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Hoseok. I don’t appreciate when guys fuck me and then leave me hanging the next day at school. We’re friends, right? What’s got you so shaken up?”

“It’s the...agreement I made with Jin.” I keep my arms on either side of him as he gulps anxiously, his Adam’s apple shining as he swallows his saliva.

“What’s the agreement about?”

“He asked me...for a turn.” I back away from him, dropping my arm back to my side.

“So you agreed to pimp me out just to fuck me in Jin’s bed?”

“No, I was gonna take it back but he said that I can’t go back on my word or he would tell everyone that we were..” Hoseok sounded ashamed. He didn’t want any rumors of us and the worst part is that he didn’t even tell me about this stupid deal.

“You know what, this isn’t your problem anymore.”

“What?” He asks as I pick up my bag.

“If you’re embarrassed of me I’ll just go fuck your friends. At least they aren’t afraid of a little pussy.”

“I’m not afraid! And how are you gonna do that? You were extremely shy with me.” He folds his arms, expecting me to run back to him. But I won’t give him the satisfaction, oh no. I’m going to do as I said and fuck Jin. Bae said she was in an open relationship with him anyways, so it doesn’t matter.

“Watch me. You’re totally invited, but I won’t be sucking your dick along with theirs.” I leave him alone in the locker room, taking a pack of gum with me before meeting up with Jin.

“Hey you, I just wanted you to meet the boys before we got started. And in case you want to see any tests we’re all clean and everything is back at Jungkook’s place. His parents own this cool pool house which is five times bigger than my entire house and you’ve been there before so it’s safe to say that you’ll be in good hands.” Jin puts an arm around my shoulder as we walk out to his car.

“Will Hoseok be there too?”

“Yep, and just so he doesn’t break the no-touching rule, we’re tying his arms behind his back and only letting him out to use the bathroom and stroke his dick. It’s gonna be painful!”

“Sweet. What about the ceiling silks, and rope bounds, gag balls?” I ask.

“Whoa, slow down. We’re not going full BDSM, just some aspects,” I raise an eyebrow at Jin. “Not in front of the whole school, freaky nerd girl.”

“Could a nerd do this in public?” I place my leg strategically between his legs, resting it on his hardening cock as he groans, blushing a bright red as students passing by whisper and laugh at him as he nearly cums in his pants.

“Okay, release, release! Sorry for calling you a nerd. You’re actually pretty cool, Princess.” I giggle, surprising him with my boldness as I did something so rash in public. After having sex with Hoseok, it’s safe to say that I’m a changed woman.

“Hey!” I say in a warning tone. “Call me that again.” He smirks at me with a familiar look on his face. As we walked off together, Hoseok watched us and when he thought I wasn’t watching, Jin gave him the middle finger. Looks like I stumbled into the middle of something I wasn’t supposed to know about.

End Note: Read second part here

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binniedeactivated · 4 years

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saint. || soobin🌪(9)

🖤┊𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 . ೄྀ࿐ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙/𝖆𝖚

𝖙𝖜//𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙; 2193

mia had her days of self pity but this was by far her worst yet. she came from a upper class working family, religious strict parents. It was only her and her little brother in her house, so she got pretty much everything she wanted. what did she ever have to want for? she had no reason to feel sorry for herself.

but she did. again and again. how could she be so stupid? how could she be desperate for a guy that much? easy. she wanted to all eyes on her. she wanted that spotlight. she wanted girls to be jealous of her. she wanted guys to be jealous of soobin. but all of that came with a price.

ever since that night occurred she received non stop text messages. they said they wanted to have sex with her again. they sent laughing emojis. they called her a whore. they called her a slut. they asked her how she felt after she’d just done what she did. they took pictures of her. naked. sprawled out. tired. they sent them to her over and over again reminding her of the night she wanted to forget. the night that truly ruined her life.

she takes her panties off and tosses them into her laundry bin. that would be the fifteenth pair of panties she soiled with blood. she’d wished it was normal girl stuff, like period blood. but the blood wasn’t from her period.

they told her that if she didn’t have sex with them again they would expose for who she truly was. and if she dared called the police, they’d kill her. and mia knew they were serious. there was nothing that those boys wouldn’t do. she would beg and plead for them to stop but they persisted in their efforts. she was much too afraid to stand up to them in person. so she stood up to soobin. it was his fault after all.

but when he spit in her face that was the last straw. he smirked like he didn’t care. he smirked like that’s all he wanted for her. he smirked as if he were the one laying there that night feeling hopeless. she saw soobin for who he really was, and he was a monster. she screamed that she hated him, hoping it would mend the shattered heart she had but it didn’t. he slammed the door on her face.

she waited until her parents took her little brother to soccer practice and that’s when she went for it. she took a razor blade and sat on her bathroom floor. she rolled her shorts up until they were up to her upper thigh and wasted no time etching fine lines into her skin. the pain stung worse than bumblebees and it tinged even more when her tears would sink into the lines of blood sitting on her thighs. she dropped the blade back on the floor an picked up her phone. she snapped a photo of her wounded legs and sent them to the boys, asking them if they were happy with themselves. she hoped this would finally get them to stop once and for all.

but they didn’t stop. instead they laughed and mia could just cry. she scrolled through her contacts and attempting calling one of her friends to keep from wanting to slash her wrists right there and then. she needed to calm down, to talk or think about something other than this. but her calls went straight to voicemail. the only person that picked up their phone was olivia, and mia had already rushed her to come over her house.

mia was still sitting on her bathroom floor when olivia walks in, being taken aback from all of the blood. she covers her mouth in shock.

“mia? what the hell?”.

“i need someone to help me”.

“why what happened? why would you do something like this?”.

mia thinks about it. after already telling them that her and soobin had sex that night she was way too embarrassed to tell the real story.

“i’ve been feeling kind of depressed lately”.

“what can possibly make you that depressed? you’re cutting yourself now?”.

mia sighs, tracing her name in the pool of blood that was on the floor. her thighs stung like hell. but she’d rather feel the pain of that than the pain of the boys tormenting her.

“oh god mia. please don’t tell me this isn’t all over soobin’s dumb ass”.

mia stared at her. “you wouldn’t understand”.

“come on! really? are you really cutting yourself over some guy?”.

“it isn’t like that olivia”.

“no seriously! have you been dumb your whole life?”.

mia looked at her sharply. “what?”.

“wake up and smell the roses mia! soobin doesn’t fucking like you. he never did. you need to stop being so desperate for attention”.

“for..for attention?”. mia stutters.

“yes. that’s only reason you’d cut yourself right?”.

“olivia who the fuck cuts themselves for attention?”.

“you would, obviously”. she sassed with her purse on her arm.

“if that’s what you think maybe you don’t truly know me then”. olivia rolls her eyes.

“isn’t that what you called me over for? so i can give you attention?”.

mia gave olivia a death glare.

“just get the fuck out”. she neverminds.

“what?”.

“just get the fuck out olivia!”. mia screams until the girl was walking back out of the front door. mia pulls her knees to her chest and weeps silently letting her tears make their way into her cuts.

♡━━━━━━ ◦ ✤ ◦ ━━━━━━♡

“thank you for staying with me. have fun at service tomorrow”. soobin smiles to you in the passenger seat. you had to go home because your parents would never allow you skipping sunday services. you wished you could stay longer with soobin.

you pout a little and he kisses your lips. “what’s wrong mahmah?”. he asks. you collect your items off the car floor, trying not to blush at the pet name.

“i want to stay”. soobin smiled a little, it felt good to know that you needed him just as much as he needed you. “your parents will mutilate my body and throw me in a ditch if i kept you tonight”. you laugh opening the car door. he watches you walk to your house and decides to flirt with you while you were on your way there.

“yo! beautiful! what’s your number?”.

knowing it was soobin you turn around and laugh. as you were walking backwards you yelled the numbers out loud before reaching your doorstep. “you should text me sometime!”. you said, as if you didn’t know him. soobin smiles until you close the door behind yourself.

he chants the numbers in his head over and over until he was safely in his house and had the time to pull out his phone. he started to dial it in the keypad but there was a persistent knock on the door that only got louder each time. soobin was nervous if it were his parents. they always find something to complain about. he made sure everything was up to par before he pulled open the door. surprisingly, it wasn’t his parents. to his dismay, it was olivia.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”. soobin scoffs, she holds her hand up and scoffs back while rolling her eyes like the diva she was.

“don’t start soobin. what happened with mia?”.

“what are you talking about?”.

“she’s at her house right now saying that she’s depressed or something. what did you do to her?”.

“me? don’t blame that shit on me. that bitch is crazy”.

“don’t try to act like you’re a saint. i know you had something to do with it”.

“shut the fuck up olivia. why are you even here? mind your fuckin business sometimes”.

“I’d mind my business if you were’t going around school acting like a shit head to people. if you didn’t like mia you should’ve told her that”.

“I don’t have to tell her anything because guess what? I don’t owe her shit. and I don’t owe you shit either. get the fuck off my doorstep”. olivia raises her hand but soobin grabs it in the nick of time.

“don’t you dare lay your fuckin hand on me”. mia brings her face closer.

“stop talking to me like that you fuckin idiot”.

“i’ll talk to you however the fuck i want to talk to you and you’re not going to do sh--”. olivia pushes aside her pride and forces her lips onto soobin’s. Soobin widens his eyes and pushes her backwards. He pushes her hard enough to the point where she fell off of his doorstep.

“what the fuck are you doing?! are you crazy?”.

she fixes herself and rubs her fingers over her lips.

“oh wow. i guess i see why girls are so obsessed over you now”. she smirks while getting up and sashaying to her car. soobin looked at her as if she was crazy. he slams his front door trying to forget about what just happened.

he presses the facetime button and makes kissey lips until you answer the phone. now settled you smiled at him, making sure to turn your volume down as low as possible while the both of you talk the night away.

you guys had been talking all weekend you thought something took over soobin honestly. because bright and early on monday morning his car was parked outside of your house. of course he was beeping his horn and smiling like the idiot he was. “what are you doing here so early? school doesn’t start for another hour”. you ask.

“come on we’re going to get breakfast”.

he was smiling so hard you wanted to tell him to stop being a creep or a weirdo, but you couldn’t while he was looking that cute. you were grateful that the pain in your knee started to go away gradually. but of course this didn’t stop soobin from carrying you on his back until you were safely sitting in the booth of the nearby diner. “soobin put me down!”. you scream playfully.

he slides across from you still laughing while he plucks up the menu. it was creepy but you stared at him while he read it.

“soobin?”.

“yes?”.

“are you feeling alright?”.

“yeah why do you ask?”.

“you look...happier”.

soobin laughs.

“what? did i look sad before?”.

“no you just looked.. different. you looked cold all the time. and you never smiled unless one of your stupid friends was telling you a joke”.

“i’m glad to see that you were paying so much attention to me”.

you roll your eyes, scooping a piece of ice out of your water cup and throwing it at him. he dodges it laughing.

“oh shut up. i hated you. i just heard about you too much so it was hard not to pay attention. everyone else was anyways”.

“you hated me?”.

“yes”.

“what about now?”.

he smirks and your face immediately grew hot. you were lucky the waiter was approaching your table. you settled on a couple of waffles and some eggs while soobin of course, orders the whole damn menu.

“we’ll never get out of here on time with you eating all of that. and your don’t need any syrup or ketchup you’re going to make a mess”.

soobin rolls his eyes and smiles. “I’m not going to make a mess. I swear”. he promises. but what did he do as soon as his food came?

he made a mess.

and he was just eating through it as if it weren’t there. you couldn’t take it though. you snatched a couple of napkins from the table dispenser and dipped them in your water. “let me see your hands soobin”. he gives you his hand and watches you scrape the the syrup off of each of them like so. it was endearing to him in a way. his mother would never do anything like that. soobin doubted that she even cared enough.

“see look at your shirt. you promised you wouldn’t make a mess”. “I didn’t” soobin retaliates before looking down at the ketchup splotch underneath his collar. you grabbed more napkins and went to the other side of the table where he was. you went behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck while you tucked the top of the napkins into his collar carefully, making him look like he had on a bib of some sort. he sure needed one though.

“see? there. if your food spills it will go straight on the napkins so you won’t get your uniform dirty”. it was things as simple as that that made soobin fall in love with you. before you pulled away he clutches your wrist and rubs it. he tilts his head up peaking into your eyes. By this point in time you recognized that look. It never got old though. It was never cliche. It made your heart race every single time.

so you gave him what his eyes were begging for. you kissed him.

honestly, you think you loved him.

#choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #txt #txt au #kpop #kpop au

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ruzek-halstead · 4 years

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found

part three

pairing: jay halstead x hailey upton

while chasing a lead on their homicide investigation, jay & hailey find an abandoned baby on christmas eve. as to not have the baby spend it’s first christmas at family services, it’s up to jay & hailey, with a little help from will & the rest of the team to take care of it.

“jay, you’d make a really hot dad.”

(inspired by ncis episode)

part one || part two || masterlist

warnings: swearing, fluffery

the rest of their night went by relatively smoothly (if you don’t include the part where baby alvin spit up on jay’s shoulder). hailey wasn't complaining though because she got to see a shirtless jay when he whipped his shirt off and threw it in the laundry bin.

now that it was official that jay and hailey would be spending christmas together, hailey realized she never got the chance to drop by her house to pick up extra clothes. since baby alvin was now asleep (back in his car seat because they didn't have anything more comfortable to set him on), hailey thought it was the perfect time to sneak away for an hour.

"what?" jay snapped, watching as she grabbed his keys off the counter because she drove over with him. "you can't leave me, hailey. are you insane?"

hailey rolled her eyes, shrugging on her bomber jacket. "relax. you'll be okay; he's asleep."

"have you never watched any amateur parenting movie?" he hissed, visibly panicking. "you know he's going to wake up as soon as you leave, and i don't have the slightest clue what i'm doing!"

"jay," hailey sighed, hand on the doorknob. jay was glaring so harshly at the door, as if he could keep it closed with the sheer strength of his gaze. "i just need to go home, shower and grab some clothes. i'll be back before you know it."

jay shook his head vehemently. "you can shower here."

"i need clothes."

"i have clothes. what do you think i'm wearing right now?"

extremely tight-fitting shirts is what you're wearing, hailey thought.

"seriously, jay?" hailey said, visibly deflating. "not even half an hour?"

jay latched onto her hand, gently removing his keys from her hand. "hailey, please," he mumbled in a desperate plea.

that's when she knew he was serious. jay halstead rarely, if ever, showed any vulnerability, much less, desperation. that's when she knew she couldn't leave him by himself (even if she genuinely believed he would be fine).

"fine," she conceded, throwing her jacket into his chest. "but i'm taking a nice, hot, long shower now, and you better not interrupt me because of the baby."

jay smirked slightly. "sorry hails, i don't know what you're thinking about. but no, i don't plan on interrupting you mid-shower."

hailey's grin dropped, and she slapped him on the bicep immediately. "there's a baby in the room! stop being gross, halstead."

"you mentioned it first!" he retaliated hotly. "i mean, sure. i was already thinking about you in my shower, but you still said it out loud."

hailey slapped a hand against her forehead (mostly to hide her flaming cheeks). "oh my god," she muttered in mortification, "this conversation got away from me."

"i'm gonna grab a beer," jay said and she could hear him chuckling.

"i'm going to raid your closet and shower." on her way to his bedroom, she turned to him sharply and hissed, "not another word, halstead!"

he mimed zipping his lips closed and throwing the key, but he couldn't hold back his smirk.

with a huff, hailey threw his bedroom door open. his bed was made up neatly and there were no clothes littering the floor. it didn't surprise her; there was never any garbage littering his truck and he always organized his desk before he left for the night. she assumed it was something he learned back in his military days and never lost the habit.

she'd been in his room before; not many times, but she knew her way around. she knew the bottom two drawers of his dresser contained his hoodies and joggers (because they were the biggest drawers and what he owned the most of), so she took the first one she saw. she recognized it instantly, because she had one just like it from her academy days. she dug into the bottom of his joggers drawer, pulling out the very last pair. if it was at the bottom, that meant he didn't wear them often because a) they don't fit anymore and b) they're most likely the pair that won't look as ridiculous on hailey's small frame.

hailey decided on a quick shower, because it was late and she was tired. jay's hoodie fit just how she liked it; loose and baggy. his joggers, on the other hand, were still a tad too long so she rolled them at the waist; for the night, it would do. she gathered all her old clothes and laid them on the spare couch jay had in his room, before making her way back into the living room.

the sight before her was adorable.

jay was sat with his back against the couch, with baby alvin's car seat next to him. he had a beer in one hand and the other resting near alvin. creeping closer, hailey realized his hand was inside the seat because baby alvin was holding onto one of his fingers. hailey nearly melted into the floor.

naturally, hailey had to snap another picture.

"can you stop taking pictures of me?" jay asked without even looking up. hailey fumbled with her phone, nearly dropping it at the heart attack that jay gave her. she didn't even realize he knew she was in the room. "you have the real deal right here. enjoy it."

at this, hailey rolled her eyes and made her way into the kitchen to grab a beer. when she returned, jay was getting off the phone with a grim expression.

"what happened?" she asked immediately.

jay slid the phone back into his front pocket. "nothing," he sighed. "that was dcfs. they found a home for alvin. uh — we can drop him off tomorrow morning."

"oh," hailey breathed. she wasn't sure why she felt like her chest was exploding; she'd hardly spent any time with baby alvin, and she knew all along he'd be going somewhere better. but now that it was official, and so soon, and it saddened her. "that's — uh, that's great."

jay met her gaze, his green eyes understanding. "yeah. i know."

she hadn't said anything, but he knew.

hailey glanced to the corner of the room, where jay's christmas tree was set up. it only reminded her that it was nearly christmas and their time with baby alvin was limited. so, she slid down onto alvin's other side and grabbed the remote from beside jay. "it's almost christmas and we don't have much time with him left. i'm putting on a christmas movie and we're going to hope alvin sleeps through the night. does that sound good, halstead?"

jay smirked, mimicking a salute. "copy you."

hailey decided to go with a classic christmas movie and chose 'christmas with the cranks'. she originally wanted to choose one of those cheesy hallmark christmas movies, but jay nearly tackled her for the remote. hailey wasn't sure how much time had passed but with her head resting against the couch and being as exhausted as she was, she passed out without even realizing it. jay must have dozed off too because when she woke up to soft cries, she could hear his gentle snores. she looked over to him sitting with his head lolled to the side, mouth agape adorably.

naturally, she had to snap another picture.

baby alvin seemed to perk up when he noticed hailey was awake and giving him attention. she took him out of his car seat and grabbed their makeshift diaper bag to change him. jay promised to help and she would kick his ass if he didn't, but he looked so peaceful, she decided not to wake him. she made her way into the kitchen, where it was a bit challenging to prepare a bottle while one arm was preoccupied, but she was slowly managing. it was only a few minutes later, she heard pattering behind her and saw jay. his eyes were squinted at the harsh light and he was scratching the back of his head, messing up his hair.

"what are you doing?" he mumbled sleepily. he looked so adorable, hailey forgot to reply. "why didn't you wake me?"

hailey shrugged her shoulders. jay shook his head with a slight smile and moved her out of the way, taking over the bottle duties. hailey raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"i texted nat earlier tonight after my freakout," he admitted sheepishly, "asked for some basics."

hailey nodded her head, silently impressed. baby alvin cooed happily in her arms when she started feeding him the bottle while jay watched on sleepily. he excused himself to take a quick shower and hailey busied herself with getting alvin back to sleep. he went pretty quickly and she soon found herself draped across the couch, utterly exhausted.

that's what jay walked in to see and he let out a laugh.

"is this what parenthood looks like?" he asked, lifting up her feet so he could sit underneath.

hailey sighed. "i'm assuming so. probably with more puke though."

she could feel his fingers running along her ankles soothingly. "do you want to take my bed? i'll take the couch."

"so gentlemanly of you," she smirked, chuckling. "but no, i'm okay right here. in case he wakes up again."

"i'm always gentlemanly," he shot back. "so gentlemanly that i haven't even told you how i feel about seeing you in my clothes."

hailey raised an eyebrow in his direction. he was solely staring at the tv, but she could see his jaw muscles jumping.

"how do you feel?"

i mean, he had to assume she was going to ask.

with a quick glance towards her, his lips stretched into a small smile. "better yet, let me tell you how you look," he squirmed in his seat and under her intense gaze. she wasn't surprised in the least that he didn't want to talk about his feelings (as nick miller once said "if we needed to talk about feelings, they'd be called talkings").

"if you're going to tell me they look way better on me, please save the clichés."

jay snorted. "of course not. no one looks better in my clothes than me."

"ah, such a charmer."

"shit, sorry," he mumbled, laughing. "you know i suck at this."

"jay, i don't even know what this is right now."

his hands on her ankles stilled. "i'm trying to tell you that you're beautiful and seeing you in my clothes only made me realize how much of an idiot i am that i haven't told you that before."

"oh," hailey breathed. suddenly her sass and playfulness was gone. "well, you're beautiful too."

her sass may be gone, but her ability to make any situation immediately awkward definitely wasn't.

"thanks?" jay laughed. "but you don't date cops," he added, cringing. "which is definitely a good policy. workplace romances are... complicated."

hailey swallowed nervously. this conversation was moving into uncharted territory. "and you already dated a partner before," she blurted dumbly. "and it didn't end well. because workplace romances aren't smart. tactically, they're just... not smart."

honestly, this whole conversation was a train wreck.

"we should get some sleep," he chuckled, "i don't even know what we're saying anymore."

he wasn't wrong and hailey was absolutely exhausted, so she fell asleep again without even realizing it. jay couldn't quite get to sleep because he was still beating himself up about how awkward their conversation had gotten. he simply just wanted to tell her she looked fantastic in his clothes and maybe he wanted to tell her that somewhere throughout their partnership, things had changed. at least for him, they had. but his mouth and his brain experienced some kind of disconnection and he had no idea what the hell he ended up saying instead. he ended up falling asleep with similar thoughts running through his mind, and only woke up hours later when baby alvin was screaming at the top of his lungs.

hailey was now curled into herself on the couch and jay was slumped over her. hailey groaned, kicking his hip with her foot. he cursed, flinching awake.

"it's your turn, halstead."

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after baby alvin woke jay up at six am, he couldn't get back to sleep.

after all, it was christmas day.

jay busied himself with caring for baby alvin, surprising himself at his lack of panic. once he was finished and set him down in the playpen will brought, he made a fresh pot of coffee.

with a start, hailey woke up out of her slumber. she had never been so confused, but as soon as she took in her surroundings, everything made sense. she spotted baby alvin in his playpen and dropped by to place a gentle kiss on his head.

"merry christmas alvin," she whispered quietly. it truly tugged on her heart strings, and for a moment, she could feel her eyes watering. this baby had been through hell and back, and here he was, spending christmas with two complete strangers. she truly hoped this new family could give him everything he deserved.

"you okay?" she heard jay's voice closely behind her and she hastily wiped away her tears. instead, jay wrapped an arm around her, tugging her into his shoulder. "merry christmas hails," he said softly, hanging her a mug of coffee.

hailey thanks him with a grateful, watery smile. "thanks jay," she replied warmly.

the moment was sweet and for a second, jay thought this was the perfect opportunity to lean in and just do it. but of course, his doorbell rang.

with a light huff, he pattered over to the door and swung it open to reveal vanessa and adam. "uh — what are you guys doing here today?"

"merry christmas buddy!" adam exclaimed, walking right past him and into his apartment. vanessa followed behind him with a polite smile. "it's nice to see you too!" he captured hailey in a hug.

jay stood at his door, even more confused than before. "i thought you guys all had stuff?"

"we did," vanessa replied, her arm changing around hailey's shoulders. "but we heard about the new family. thought you guys might need some moral support."

hailey's heart clenched at the sheer adorableness that were her friends. even on a day that was meant to be spent with family, they were still there for each other. they were family too, after all.

"now, where is my little rugrat?" adam cooed, reaching down to pick up baby alvin.

who would have thought that adam was so good with babies?

now that adam and vanessa were there, jay and hailey could go change and get ready for the day. vanessa had also brought hailey some spare clothes (bless her soul), so before they knew it, they were heading out the door and into jay's truck. this time, loading the car seat was much easier and there were no groans in frustration. adam and vanessa followed closely behind in adam's car. hailey couldn't deny the pool of dread low in her belly; the closer they got, the more she nervously played with her fingers. eventually, jay reached over and tangled his with hers, so she could nervously squeeze his hand instead.

when they arrived at baby alvin's new home, adam and vanessa went to ring the doorbell while jay and hailey gathered everything necessary.

looking down at alvin's smile, hailey frowned. "jay, i can't do it. you have to do it."

"hailey," he said softly, "i — i don't think i can do it either," he admitted honestly.

luckily, adam had come over to say his goodbyes to baby alvin. with one look into hailey's sad eyes and jay's grip of death on the car seat, he knew without words. he gently took the car seat from jay's grasp and took him away from them.

hailey leaned against the truck heavily. she had only known this baby for barely twenty-four hours but it honestly hurt to see him go, even if it was for the best. jay leaned next to her, wrapping a tight arm around her shoulders. she knew she was tearing up again, but she didn't bother hiding it this time. "it's okay, hails. it's for the best."

she knew that, but it still hurt.

adam handed the car seat over to the happy couple and hailey could see their happy tears.

"i know. merry christmas jay."

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lmao im so sorry this took so long.. life got in the way

and tbh, i wasn't really feeling this last chapter but i had to power through!!!

i apologize, i know it sucks. especially the upstead dialogue at the end lmao... i don't even know what was happening there

i was going for a will they/won't they vibe and tbh i think i just ruined it altogether

but i wanted to finish this and i did, so im proud of myself for that

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bambiekat143 · 3 years

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what are we doing

Chapter 1 The fire and smoke

The sky was dark, but the stars were so bright it looked almost blues, the smoke is coming up from behind the tree seeing a car on its side a small fire was starting to emerging from the back of the car black smoke with it, the front window been smashed blood on the side of it, in the front passage seats a girl just looking Dazz hearing the tires of a car speeding off,

her head was spinning around trying to focus, looking around she notices the blood on the corner of the half-broken widow, she brings her legs up to her chess smashed what remained of the front window before undoing her seatbelt falling down hard on the side widow groning,

she slides out the widowed headfirst crawling over the shattered pieces of glass

"ahhhh" she screams making her way across before laying on her back she notices a pain in her leg,

lifting herself up on her elbows she notices how much blood was coming out seeing a bit of bone skiting out, crying out she lays back down her hands covering her face breathing heavily

when she hears a faint voice before hearing it fully

"AURORA" she turns her head to the sound,

"AURORA...please be ok" she hears him wiper

"SAMAEL" she yells back rounding on her stomick to crawl over toward him through the smashed glass around them,

making it over to him hovering over his face he retches his left hand up to move her long hair out of the way,

it looked like it was on fire with the bright flames in the background,

his breathing was shallow as he talked to her

"are...you...ok" breathing heavily she looked down his body and saw big pieces of glass sticking out of his stomick looking back to his face little bits of glass sticking out

"I'm more worry about you" she tears up seeing how much pain he was in, seeing him bleeding out she looked around for help, but nothing

"oh no what do I do...what do I do" her tears falling on his face mixing with the blood, looking up at her sad face made him tear up too,

"I love you" he smiled up at her, she chuckled smiling back at him

"I love you too" she bent down and kiss him not knowing what else to do she felt helplessly there was nothing she could do,

she started to feel heavily she was going to pass out at any minute,

suddenly they feel this heat on them,

it felt hot more than the fire around them,

then a light,

a big ball of light they both turn toward it seeing a man surrounded by fire moving toward them,

the fire moved alongside him unit he kneeling down beside us looking directly at her,

His face was beaten up,

one of his eyes was bloodshot the other Bruis badly,

half of his bottom lip was missen the blood still looked fresh

"Please...please help us" she begs, crying loudly,

the stranger moves his hand up towards the wound on her head moving her hair out of the way looking down at Sam

"I will my child...but you have to do something for me" Samuel looked up at him

"What do you need us to do" the stranger pulled out a piece of paper

"I have some things that...need taking care of, so I'll help you and you help me and we call it even" Samuel looks up at Aurora

"I'll do it, just leave her out of this" the stranger shakes his head

"I'm afraid it an all for one and one for all situations" Samuel shakes his head

"no," Sam said voice cracking, Aurora grabs his hand

the stranger looks at them and smiles "it not like you have anything else to loss"

Sam squeezes her hand she looked down at him wipering

"what do we have to lose" she smiles at him he chuckled and looked at the stranger "ok, we do it just...please save us" the stranger pulls out two stones neckless then put them around their necks moving his hand down Sam body grabbing the pieces of glass in him pulling it out quickly

"AHHHH HO ho" breathing heavily,

the stranger chuckle removing Sam's belt moving over toward Aurora

"This is going to be quick but it going to be very painful, bite this" he fouls the belt putting it in her mouth "ready" Sam grabs her hand nodding

"AHHHHHH" she lay back down breathing heavily

"you might want to go home...help get those pieces of glass out of each other" he got up moving away

"and before the cops arrive" he stops in his track moving his head towards them "oh and meet me at a cafe near here...be there early" as he turns his head he disappeared into darkness nowhere in sight,

Aurora moved up Notices there was no pain anymore she looked down still seeing the blood coming out of Sam and her wound unit it just stop, she helps him up off the ground his arm around her waist they started moving away from the rec heading over to Aurora house closer then his.

As they made it to the door Aurora pulls the keys out of her jacket pocket heading inside as quietly as they could to not disturb her mum,

making their way to the bathroom she sit Sam down on the bathtub going out to grab some towels, tweeter, and paper towels, placing them down she takes off her jacket getting really to pluck out the glass that was in his face she places them on the paper towel

"ouch," Sam said pulling away from her

"sorry" she looked sadly at him, he grabbed her hand kissing her knuckles lending it agents his lips looking up at her

"just a couple more then I'm done" she smiled down at him, he let go of her hand letting her continue.

once she was done she got a handwash to get the blood off his face he grabs her hands moving them away from his face standing up grabbing her head gently pulling it down looking on top

"how's your head" she gasps tweeting her eye

"sore" he looks in her eyes and had a feeling she didn't want to be alone and he didn't want to either

"let's get cleaned up ok" he smiles at her she nodded her head in response so he turns his head around moving toward the shower door opening it turning on the hot water waiting for it to heat up, he turns Aurora around to unzipping her dress moving the straps off her shoulder kneeling down to takes her boots off making sure she was stable before taking off his clothes, he moves them into the water letting the water hit, watching the blood fall down the drain,

he grabs her hair gently washing the blood out she turns around and does the same for him gently running her hands through the back of his hair pulling him in so that her head can touch his, he wraps his arms around her and stays there for a bit, as he runs his hand down her back he can feel the scratches on her, not fully healed but it not getting any worse it stop bleeding but you could still feel it.

They didn't move for a while just looked at each other observing their scratches touching their faces, Sam lend over to turn the water off moving out of the shower picking up a towel wrapping it around Aurora grabbing one for himself,

they moved towards Aurora room, she went to her cupboard pulling out underwear and a big top to put over herself Sam had some of his clothing around here but he couldn't be bothered to find any, so he settles for boxes he moved to lay on the bed really for Aurora to cuddle with him, she lay her head on his chess her hand around his waist .

They couldn't speak to each other what were they going to say

hey, we almost die and now were indebted to a stranger until he decides we pay our debt,

what were they going to do.

Sam was the first one to wake up looking over at Aurora she looked like she'd be crying there wore dark circle around her eyes hair messed tangle around her neck he lifts his hand to move the hair out of the way, she opens her eyes looking at him she smiles at him, moving her hand over his cheek,

"We should probably get up" Aurora nodded her head getting out of bed turning herself to Sam

"Should we eat now or wait" he was looking for his pant

"no, we eat at the cafe" shoving his pants on with his top

"I have to go get the car so I will be back in a bit ok" he walks toward her and kisses her,

she smiles and laughs feeling a little tickled as he went out the window she grabs his jacket handing it to him through the window leaning out the window slightly

"see you soon," she said happily he smiled at her lend in and kiss her

"see you soon" he walk away looking back at me to wave she wave back she walks away from the window to grab her towel leaving her room but when she got to the bathroom she notices that she had left the mess from last night here,

she quickly shut the door grabbing the paper towel wrapping it before throwing it in the bin,

she grabs the nears towels and began wiping up the blood on the floor and some that were on the wall scrubbing the shower clean,

she quickly walks out of the bathroom moving to the laundry room putting a load on with the bloody clothes and towels taking a breath thankful her mum was asleep and that her sister had the night shift at work,

she walks back to the bathroom to have her shower washing her hair actually shampoo and condition it still finding traces of blood falling down the drain,

as she steps out she went to the cupboard draws pulling out the hairdryer the loud sound turned into a white nose she was getting flash back to the night before the crash.

the music blasting in her ears, the light keep changes to pink, purple and blue all she wants is a drink her head was killing her, she makes it over to a table griping it tight feeling like she could fall over when she heard a disembody voice

"hey"

she snaps out of it clinging to the bathroom bench breathing heavily looking in the mirror seeing grey mark she turn around not really to look.

walking to her room she drops her towel moving to her cupboard put her underwear on and bar moves to grabs a nice summer dress zipping it up turning it around to the front tieing the scrapes around her neck moving to get her boots putting them on moving over to pick up her towel to hang it behind the door moving to her desk to grab a blue headband that matches her dress she grabs her rock around her neck squeezing it tight in her hand making it hurt a little,

walking out to the front door letting their cat in,

he rubs up agents her legs moving for his food bowl meow loudly almost tripping over him as she walks over to the cupboard to get his biscuit for him

"here you go Salem" poring his food "eat slow..I worry about you" but he didn't listen he just makes this really disturbing grunting noise moving away she hears a knock at the door,

heads over toward the door opening it to see Sam he "you ready" she nodded her head

"Just let me get my bag" she ran to her room to grab her phone and little bag running back to Sam "ready"

they step out of the door frame closing it he grabs her hand moving them toward the car opening the cars doors hoping in,

on their way to the cafe, she looks over at him brushing her hand to his face

"how your face" he grabs her hand laying it on his lap

"it's a bit sore but it'll heal what about your head" looking at her for a moment before turning back to the road

"just going to have a headache for a few days" she smiles at him.

They made it there in less than 10 mins they didn't move for a bit they both wouldn't admit two each other that they were scared how could they not be with what everything that happens that fateful night,

they looked at each other before getting out they meet halfway before heading in,

they hold hands entering the cafe looking around for the stranger and there he was sitting in one of the corner booths he's wearing a suit a black one,

Sam took the lead moving around until they made it in front of him the stranger looked up at them Aurora sat down first then Sam

As they sit a waitress comes over to take their order she smiles

"hi I'm betty what can I get for you today" she pulls out a pen and notebook from her front pocket Sam looks at her and smile

"Hi can we get a black coffee, hot chocolate, and a plate of pancakes please"

she nods walking off to the kitchen, Sam looks back at the stranger a little scared trying not to let it show

"so what do you want us to do" the stranger smirks at him reaching beside him and pull a piece of paper out unfolding it placing it down on the table sliding it out to them

"There are seven names on this list, I want you to find them, kidnap them, and put them through a trial" their eyes widen to want the stranger is requesting them to do, he then pulls something else out and places it in front of us

"start with him first, we know where this one is going to be" points to a picture

"you want us to kidnap someone, that not going to happen" he goes to more with the stranger grabbed his arm

"you owe me...know we made a deal, save your lives you do want I ask, know you agree and I haven't gone back on my word but if you do you die" Sam moved his arm away from his grip sitting down

"but want your asking...how can we do that"

the stranger struggles "I don't know but I think you can figure it out I have fate in you" he laughs

Sam couldn't figure out another way out of this,

if this stranger gave them a chance of life he could take it away just as easily he looked at Aurora he couldn't be without her he turns back to the stranger

"fine we'll do it" he looks at the paper reading the name off the front

"Alien Cupidity why are we kidnaping him it says he stop a turf war that was gonna kill hundreds if it continued at the rate it was going, people are calling him a hero"

the stranger laugh "if you hit someone with a car on purpose and then call an ambulance are you a hero, no he started the turf war killing innocent people and not so innocent people" he points to the address in the paper and smiles

"he'll be receiving a medal of honor in the next three days...we have until then" Aurora looked at it confusedly

"Why would he kill so many, just to get a metal" Sam looked at the picture

"Because it gets his name out there, he already somehow manipulate the two most powerful gangs in town, he wants power" the stranger seems surprises by Sam answer

"exactly" Sam just looked at him smugly

"witch means he's going to be surrounded by the present, cops not to forget bodyguards" Sam slide the newspaper back at him

"we'll be shot before we even get close to him" the stranger rolls his eyes getting up

"figure it out" he put his hand in his pocket pulling out his wallet taking two twenty dollars out placing it on the table leaving almost bumping into Betty as she came out holding the drinks placing them on the table moving back over to the counter.

Sam grabs the paper looking for any clues about his where abouts when Betty comes over with the food placing it down Aurora start eating cutting up pieces for Sam putting it in his mouth why'll he looks,

then she had a thought she put down the fork pulling out her phone

"How do you spell his name" she looks at Sam why'll still chewing

"Alien A-l-i-e-n Cupidity C-u-p-i-d-i-t-y" not really paying attention

"here you go" she gives her phone to him grabbing it he looks through the websites as Aurora continued to eat her pancake giving Sam some

"here" he moves the phone to her, "it says he woke at a restaurant maybe someone will tell us something about him, something we could use agents him"

by Angelkat

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chaoswriting92 · 4 years

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Games we shouldn’t Play

Chapter Four: hoping for better days

Lunch rolled around and you’d gotten a few texts from Jin apologizing and one or two from Jaebeom asking if you were alright and about what happened when he got off the elevator. You hadn’t answered either of them. It was too much. Jackson had come over up to ask how Friday went right as lunch time rolled around and you didn’t say anything to him either. Jasmine was the one left to explain about everything that happened this morning and yesterday and after that even Jackson. The group’s friend who was almost always happy and energetic was down on his mood.

You made it to the cafeteria and Jaebeom was waiting for you, smiling and waving from his table a second tray of food already waiting on you and you felt better about that. He wasn’t making a move to join you at the door just waiting patiently for you to come to him and you did. Walking past a few of the models and Hyeji and her inner circle head held high to go sit by him and try to let all your worries from earlier dissipate. You sat down and bit into the crisp red apple smiling at the fond look he was giving you and the sweet taste.

“Did I mention earlier that you look beautiful?” He leaned in and whispered.

“Hmm… No, I don't think you did. I remember you calling me beautiful, and saying I looked stunning, but not telling me I looked beautiful.” You commented falling into that easy feeling that you’d had Friday and Saturday when the two of you had gone out by yourselves. The upset from this morning still stung around the edges, but what he’d said on the elevator was right. You had discussed this and you had a plan. None of that involved giving up on Jaebeom just because Seokjin came around.

“Hey Y/n, JB.” Yugyeom came over from where he had grabbed his lunch and sat down at the table. He was followed shortly after by Sooran and Jinyoung, then Jasmine, Jackson, Youngjae and Mark followed. Finally the rest of you were joined by BamBam who always seemed to take the longest to grab his food, but it didn’t surprise you all that much because he was usually held up talking to Lisa since she sat at one of the other model’s tables close by to the check out counter and vending machines.

“Hey Bambam, how did that video presentation from this morning go?” You asked, sticking your fork into the salad that had been sitting in front of you.

“It went well. They really liked the track and thought that Lisa was a good choice of model. Thanks for suggesting her. The even said that they want her to be the permanent model for their campaign.” He said taking a bite of his pizza when he was done speaking.

“Hey y/n. Is that a new dress?” One of the models who had been sitting at HyeJi’s table had passed by your table to go over to where the waste bins were and on her way back seemed to notice the dress you were wearing.

“Oh, yeah, it’s from a new design series I was working on,” you replied.

“Is there going to be a photo shoot for that series?” She asked curiously.

“Maybe sometime soon. I still have a few more pieces I’m working on and some changes since the advanced copies of the designs were shared I have to change some things.”

“I thought it looked familiar. That’s the dress Hyeji was gushing about. She had a picture of the design sketch on her phone. She said you were making it specially for her. You know, I knew she was lying. If you need a new model for any shoots let me know, okay? By the way congratulations not everyone can leave a catch like Seokjin and land on their feet.” She eyed JB up and down making it obvious what she meant and both of you almost choked on the respective drinks and food you were eating.

“I.. uh...Thanks. If I need a new model I will let you know.” You placated her and tried to recover from her comment and she nodded satisfied that she may have replaced Hyeji as your favorite and that she got something she could hold over Hyeji’s head in the meantime.

“What did she mean by that?” Youngjae asked.

“Probably just that word has traveled about me and Jabeom dating.” You muttered like it was common knowledge and continued to eat.

“Oh okay. Wait when did you two start dating?” Youngjae asked, confused.

“Saturday. We went out for breakfast trying to see if we could really get to know each other after the fun we had Friday, thanks for buying dinner by the way Jackson.” You said.

“Technically we went out for Bingsu Saturday not breakfast.” JB countered.

“Same thing. After that I helped him dye his hair and we kind of just decided that we’d give this a try.” You finished.

“And you said we should let them find someone else on their own.” Jackson said smugly and gave a pointed look at Mark who rolled his eyes again. You and Jaebeom gave each other a knowing look. This was actually working. They all seemed to believe you. The pieces were falling into place.

The rest of lunch was spent with your friends asking you questions about Saturday until you finally told them the story leaving out a few key points of course.

***Last Saturday Afternoon***

After leaving the Bingsu place the two of you bought the hair dye JB had wanted and went back to his apartment blessedly not running into Jin or anyone else. Jaebeom’s apartment suited him. It was cozy and sort of intimate and looked like it was lived in and loved in the time he’d been here. The door bathroom traveled through his bedroom and it took everything in you to keep from laughing as he scrambled to pick up the mess of laundry lying around and had blushed a little in your direction and apologized. You had tried several different scenarios out in your head for how to go about dying his hair without staining his shirt and finally let out a sigh.

“This is hopeless. Take your shirt off.” You ordered and he got a sly grin on his face.

“I thought we were dying my hair,” he teased.

“I will leave right now and you can call Jackson and explain why you were about to have me dye your hair”

“I’m just kidding, y/n, please don’t leave me like this.” He grabbed onto the soft denim of the shorts you were wearing. His knuckles brushed the outside of your thigh and your eyes met his for an almost electric moment before you shook your head, made a little uncomfortable coughing noise and went back to mixing the hair dye.

“I’m... You should... Unless you want your shirt stained I’d suggest either changing or taking it off,” you told him.

“Right, I’ll… I’ll just go change. I have an old t-shirt I use for cleaning. That should be alright. You just keep mixing I guess.” He left the bathroom and went looking through his room for the shirt and you let out a sigh and looked at your reflection in the mirror not meaning to but noticing where JB was standing with his back turned to you as he slipped his shirt he’d been wearing over his head and you found yourself transfixed by the flawless expanse of tan skin revealed as he slid the shirt over his head. His long hair just barely grazed the space between his shoulder blades on his neck and you found yourself imagining what would be like to feel that skin under your fingertips. When he quickly began slipping the new shirt over his head it seemed to snap you out of your daydream and you had shook your head squeaking in panic when you realized your hair had dipped into the pot of hair dye in your distraction and sat it down scraping it off in a determined fashion with a tissue that you pulled from a nearby box. Jaebeom didn’t even bother to hide his laughter.

“We could have matched.” He said and you swatted at him before tugging him down into the seat and putting gloves on so you could apply the bleach to his hair. Things were quiet while you did this. He watched you as you focused on what you were doing. Your brows knit together and concentration tugged the corners of your mouth down in this cute little frown. He found himself imagining what your reaction would be if he kissed the little creases you had forming there and mentally cursed. The two of you weren’t really dating he couldn’t just take advantage of thoughts like that any time he wanted and you were his friend there should be a line. That did remind him though. He cleared his throat a little and you pulled away satisfied with the work you’d done on the bleach. Now all you both had to do was wait for it to do its job. He tapped your side where you had leaned across and sat the bowl and brush down then you turned to look back at him.

“We should probably decide what our boundaries are for this whole thing.” Jaebeom said.

“What do you mean?” You sat down on the edge of the tub and shifted so the two of you were face to face.

“Like for what would cross the line and be a deal breaker.”

“Oh. Right. No meeting parents or siblings unless it is absolutely unavoidable. The last thing either of us needs is our families getting attached to the idea of us being a thing and getting hurt too.” You said setting a timer on your phone for when to rinse the bleach.

“Fair enough. Um… no sex. I think that would complicate things.” Jaebeom said.

“Really? You think sex would complicate things. I would never have guessed.” You teased.

“Listen here smart ass.” He chastised you for the comment and you let out a full and jovial laugh tilting your head back and exposing your bare skin at your neck and creating a clear line to the v of your shirt to his eyes. He was starting to already be glad he set that rule, but also beginning to curse himself for it. You were still as beautiful as always, but for some reason even more enticing as the realization sunk in that you were essentially untouchable now due to the rule he’d just put in place.

“Okay um… We should go to every public function that requires a plus one together if it means one of the others will see us.” You said drawing him back to the topic at hand.”

“Does that mean I am driving you to and from work from now on too?” He asked and you nodded.

“I can give you gas money if you need it, but it would look weird if you let me ride the bus when you have a car.”

“Fair. Um… couples clothes or accessories?” He asked.

“Not unless you think we need to unnecessary money being spent if you ask me.” you replied.

“Not yet. If it gets too hard to keep the ruse up then maybe.” he said thoughtfully.

“Group dates?”

“Probably unavoidable, but only if someone asks.” He answered.

“You just want me to have all my attention focused on you. I should probably borrow some of your clothes too.” You teased then suggested the latter as an afterthought.

“What? Why?” The thought of you in his clothes with your small stature and how his hoodies would probably fall about at the same length as the shorts you were wearing now effectively making you look like you were wearing nothing underneath them was a particular brand of torture he hadn’t even imagined when he had been factoring in things that would complicate your friendship.

“Wouldn’t it be odd for a girlfriend to not at least have one piece of her boyfriend’s clothes?” You asked.

“Fine but I’ll pick it.” He said.

“Deal.” You agreed.

“Y/n are you sure you still want to-” The timer beeped and interrupted what he was going to say. You pulled the shower hose down and sat on the edge of the tub switching the water to the hose rather than the faucet and gesturing with your free hand for JB to lean back across your lap from his seat on the lid of the toilet his hair dangled down now a whitish shade of yellow. You were right to buy the toner because you were going to need to take the yellow out after you dried it so that his hair wouldn’t turn green. Not that you really thought he’d mind, but he’d wanted blue and you weren’t going to be the one to ruin it.

A few more hours passed and his hair was finally a dark blue with his black brown roots poking out of the top. It looked good on him and you smiled and nodded your approval after drying his hair a final time.

“Thanks, y/n. I owe you one.”

“No you don’t this is the least I can do for you helping me with the whole Jin and Hyeji situation.”

“That’s another thing we need to talk about. What are we going to do Monday. Jin is going to see us there.”

“I’m going to avoid him like I’ve been doing I guess.”

“That’s not going to work forever, y/n.”

“Then what do you think I should do?”

“I think if he bothers you, then you should stay by my side. We don’t have to talk to him, but if you stay by me maybe he will probably get the point and at least you will know you have someone there for you.”

“And if that doesn’t work? What if the two of us get in an argument or you two get in a fight?”

“If he and I get in a fight I can handle it, but if you two argue then when it’s over the two of us will get back together and have a good day and you will act like nothing happened. It will be hard, but he deserves to see you happy without him and so do you if we’re being honest. If at any point you are sad, call my name, do you think you can do that? ”

“We’re not being honest JB, that’s the whole point of this, but I can try anyway.”

“Just trust me. We can make this work, Y/n I know it.”

“Okay… well I guess since we’re done with your hair I’ll get going. I need to clean the extra dye off of me anyway.”

***Present***

“So you’re telling me that you spent the entire day in his apartment and nothing happened?” Jasmine had been pestering you since the two of you got back from lunch with the others.

“Pretty much,” you replied. You walked over to the different bolts of fabric selected a few and nodded when you were satisfied with the combinations cutting small sample squares from each of them and safety pinning them to the respective designs that they were going to be used for in the look book you had planned for the company’s next runway production. A few of them had more than one layer and you were already discussing with the people who usually did the sewing how you wanted them to work when she caught back up to you.

“You and I have really got to have a chat about seizing opportunities, y/n. You were in his bedroom, for crying out loud. In his shower,” She scolded and you laughed.

“Okay, first off, I wasn’t in his shower. Second, what was I supposed to do just finish dying his hair and have my way with him right there until we were both covered in blue hair dye?” You asked.

“Yes. Yes you were.” She said matter of fact tone and a serious look on her face.

“That is a quality man downstairs and you should take advantage of every inch of him from head to toe.” You laughed again this time for a good solid few minutes and even snorted a few times from how hard you were laughing. She began laughing too and that’s how you knew this entire exchange was just her way of trying to cheer you up. Jasmine was almost as energetic and twice as eccentric as Jackson was and you were grateful to have her as a friend but she definitely had her priorities skewed sometimes.

“It was only our first real date.”

“No it wasn’t. You had a date Friday.”

“That doesn’t count. You guys set us up.”

“Okay yes we did, but it should still count anyway.” She argued and before you could protest the point further your phone chimed.

“Is that him?” She asked trying to peek over your shoulder, but you hid the phone away and made some distance between the two of you.

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter eight: 110% safe

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

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You looked at the purple rubber duck that floated on top of the steaming and warm water and sighed pulling your knees to your chest. The water made small waves from your movements causing the duck to surf lightly on them. If it weren't for Hitoshi having a little sister, the fact of a grown man having a bath toy would've been odd.

Thinking about the little girl made you smile and you flicked the head of the rubber duck with your fingers and rested your head on your knees. A light knock came at the door, making your eyes look over to it.

"I just wanted to let you know that I laid you some clothes on the bed for when you get done. I also ordered pizza, if you don't want that I can order something else."

Slightly smiling you shook your head as if Hitoshi could see you, "Pizza is fine Toshi, thank you. I won't be much longer."

"Take all the time you need sweetness, it's no problem. Let me know if you need anything."

You flattened your lips in an awkward smile and hummed, the sound of the hero's feet were heard walking away and shutting the connected bedroom door behind him.

After making it into the house, Hitoshi brought you into the guest bathroom, sat you on the counter and checked you over for any major wounds besides just the cut on your cheek. Hesitantly he asked if it was okay to check your legs and thighs, after giving him permission he asked you to lift up your skirt. Doing so, you looked away as you could see a pained expression on his face.

"Is it bad?" You asked softly.

"It's bruised just like I thought it would be. I'm gonna touch it just so you can tell me your pain level, is that okay?"

"Yes Toshi."

You felt his cold finger tips pressing against your flesh, making you jump from the mixture of pain and temperature of his skin. He apologized and prodded the mark some more, you let him know which places hurt and which were tolerable.With a nod he took the fabric from you hands and carefully covered your legs back up. Hitoshi took your wrists in his hands and checked over the fresh bruises on them, his thumbs ran over the skin and he let out a defeated sigh. He inspected your throat, it wasn't bruised but it had a clear red mark around it from the grip your assailant had on it. He asked if it hurt as well and you just shrugged your shoulders. You felt like everything hurt, not just your body but your pride and dignity.

Hitoshi softly touched your chin making you turn your head so he could check the cut on your cheek. He swallowed harshly and let you go, crouching down to open the cabinet beneath you and pull out a first aid kit. Handing it to you to hold for a minute so he could go grab a wash cloth and wet it with warm water. After wringing it out, Hitoshi placed himself between your knees again.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you okay?" He asked looking into your eyes with those purple hues full of concern.

With a nod of your head he carefully cleaned the dried blood from your face and cleaned your wound. The only sounds were of your breathing mixing together and your heel hitting the cabinet as you swung your foot back and forth.

Ripping open an alcohol pad he warned you of a small sting before touching it to your skin. A small hiss left your mouth through gritted teeth. Your cheek was pretty numb but the cold alcohol burned into your wound. He apologized once again, for the billionth time that night.

As he continued to tend to you, he didn't make eye contact. You however stared at him, watching him closely. His expression looked un-bothered as if he were just doing his job, but his eyes told a different story. At the moment he wasn't crying but you could tell he had been. The whites of his usual tired amethyst eyes were red and irritated, there was no hiding that. Your own heart hurt a little, knowing you were probably the cause of his distress, he more than likely blamed himself for what happened but it was far from his fault. If anything it was your own, you should've know better than to go into that monsters office, there was no good outcome no matter what.

Hitoshi placed a small piece of gauze on your cut, followed by a bandage over it. He leaned over and tossed the wrappers and used items into the small trash bin and put the kit back into the cabinet. Hitoshi tiredly walked to the cabinet that was built into the wall by the tub and opened it. You looked at him and he motioned his hand up and down showcasing the towels inside.

"Take a bath, try to relax a bit. There's also shampoo and junk in here as well if you want to wash your hair, Eri is the only girl that stays here so forgive me for only having strawberry scented kids shampoo. Tomorrow we'll go to your place and start getting your own things."

You nodded and removed the cat ears from your head that miraculously managed to stay on throughout the entire process. Hitoshi made his way to the door, his hand grabbing the knob and going to close it as he tried to exit without saying a word but you managed to stop him.

"Hitoshi ... this isn't your fault."

The hero stopped, his hand gripping the cool knob tighter, his other fist clenching then slowly relaxing. Rubbing the back of his neck he sighed and turned to look at you, a slight smile crossing his strong face.

"Well if I'm not allowed to blame myself, then neither are you."

"Toshi, I made the stupid choice to be alone with that man, knowing good and well that there was a 50/50 chance of something going wrong."

The lavenderette walked over and stood before you once again. He held out his hands, silently asking for yours. Letting out a deep breath you placed your palms in his and he held them in your lap. His long thumbs brushed the insides of your soft hands, the gesture soothing you.

"(Y/N), you shouldn't have to calculate what could or couldn't happen when you're alone with any man. All men, friend or not, should never treat women the way that bastard does. I'm sorry you had to deal with that, and I'm sorry I was late and didn't get to you in time, I let you down."

"No, you saved me Hitoshi, and for that I'll always be grateful. I knew you were my favorite hero for a reason. Just tell me you got a few good decent punches in?"

The hero laughed, a beautiful yet small smile plastered on his face. He cupped your unharmed cheek and brushed the skin with the pad of his thumb. "You bet I did."

After that Hitoshi helped you off the counter, kissing the palms of your hands before ruffling your hair and leaving you be to take a bath. Now here you sat in the pool of warm water. Your (h/c) hair was soaked from washing it, trickles of strawberry scented water running down your neck and skin. The past 15 minutes you had exhausted yourself from scrubbing away every trace left on you of that dreadful man, its like you couldn't get clean enough, your entire body was red from how excessive and determined you were. Your fingers pushed the duck before you down under the water and held it there before making it pop back up to the surface with a small splash.

Looking at how pruned your fingers were, you decided to exit the tub and move on with your night. Digging through the bathroom cabinets you were able to find a hair clip, thankfully it wasn't munchkin sized like everything else and after wringing out and towel drying your locks, you clipped them up. Towel wrapped around your body you opened the door just a little and peaked out just to make sure the bedroom was clear. Not like you didn't trust Hitoshi but you just did it.

Walking to the bed, a pair of clothes sat on the corner of it. There was a royal blue t-shirt, holding it up you smiled and laughed. On the front in bold white letters was the Dunder Mifflin logo from The Office. You undid the towel and let it fall to the floor to slide the shirt over your head and down.

As it bunched at your nose you inhaled the clean scent of Hitoshi's detergent and sighed happily. The shirt was a size or two too big but it wasn't massive, if anything it was extremely comfortable. Moving on to the next piece you smirked seeing a pair of the heroes own underwear, thankfully they weren't plain boxers but were fitted boxer briefs, stepping into them and pulling them up you scoffed when they actually fit.

"We must both have big asses then," you thought while putting on the grey sweats. You had to roll them a few times as they swallowed your legs and feet.

Bending over you gathered the towels you used and your work outfit and walked out of the bedroom.

To be inside of Hitoshi's place you didn't exactly bother taking in how it looked until now. His living room and kitchen were open and very large. The place was painted in warm tones and minimally decorated except for some blown up canvases of landscapes, and a few of Eri herself. You walked over to one of her, it was in front of a lake, her little body was covered in a coat with a fur neck and a pink beanie sat on her head. She was smiling the biggest and brightest smile that made her little eyes close shut. Your heart and face awed at the pure picture as you hugged the linens close to your chest.

"She's rotten huh?" Hitoshi chuckled.

You smiled and turned to see the man sitting at the kitchen counter, a cup in his hands as he scrolled through his phone.

"I wonder who made her that way!" You chuckled and walked over to him.

He looked at you and shrugged his shoulders acting as if he had nothing to do with how spoiled his sister was. You held up the clothes and asked what to do with them. Hitoshi stood from his seat and took them from you and walked down a hall. You followed along and he turned into a small laundry room. After putting the towels in the washing machine he held up your work outfit.

"How about I just take this to the trash tomorrow?"

Smiling, you nodded and he tossed the outfit into a bin on the floor. You looked at him still smiling and he chuckled, swinging an arm around your shoulders and pulled your head into his chest as he placed a kiss to your hair. Giggling, your arms wrapped around him and you walked out together. Despite what you went through a few hours ago, everything felt perfectly fine now that Hitoshi was by you. You felt as if you could breathe and relax with no fear.

He pulled out a bar stool and helped you up onto it. Walking over to the couch he picked up your bag that sat on it and placed it on the counter in front of you. Thanking him you dug for your phone and hung the bag on the back of the stool.

"So, want something to drink? I have water, sodas, juice, milk, coffee, tea."

"Water is fine Toshi."

"Water it is then."

Shinsou opened the door of his stainless steel fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, he also grabbed a bottle of asprin from a medicine cabinet and shook two small pills out of it before putting it back. He handed you the items, mentioning that the asprin should help a least a little bit with your overall body pains. Nodding, you took the items from him with a smile and went about taking the medication.

"By the way make yourself at home, what's mine is yours. If we don't have something specific or special that you want then we'll just go grocery shopping tomorrow as well."

"Thank you Hitoshi, for everything."

A few minutes later the pizza arrived, Hitoshi wasn't sure what you liked so he got four different ones. Being the foodie you were you loved them all, but just plain pepperoni had to be your go to. The hero sat all the boxes out on the counter and told you where the plates were.

He laughed when you struggled to reach them and he came up behind you placing a hand to the small of your back and grabbing them himself. Your shoulder brushed against his chest and your eyes caught a glimpse of his shirt riding up, revealing the defined cut of his hips and small thin trail of hair.

"Oh sweet merciful god," your heart thumped.

He lowered the plates before you, leaning his head down and smiling. You blushed from how close he was, practically feeling his breathing on your skin. His thumb on your back brushed as you sheepishly smiled back and thanked him while taking the plates.

It felt like hours passed as you both looked into each other's eyes. Those tired purple hues were so bright and beautiful and his smug lazy smile always melted your heart. Hitoshi thought the same about you, cursing himself for always getting so lost in your doe (e/c) orbs that sparkled like tiny galaxies. He lived for all your smiles, half-assed ones, toothy ones, silly ones.

His hand slowly traveled up your back until it cupped the back of your neck. He shifted his weight and placed his free hand on the counter before you while he gently pulled your face closer to his. You felt like your heart was pounding so loud for the both of you to hear. Your cheek brushed with his as if he was teasing you like always. Swallowing, you lubricated your drying throat and physically shuddered. Hitoshi's half lidded eyes widened and he cleared his throat and backed off, your heart dropping once the warmth and closeness of him disappeared.

"Shit, I – I'm sorry (Y/N). I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He apologized and held up a hand while rubbing the back of his neck with the other.

You only stood there not facing him, cheeks too red and embarrassed. Your fingers traced the round edges of the plates in your hands and you shook your head.

"I didn't say you were," you replied, quiet as a mouse.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"It's nothing Hitoshi, here." You turned and handed him a plate and went to the pizza, grabbing yourself a couple slices.

"Oh – I'm sorry then, if I did something wrong. It's just with what you went through, I don't exactly know what kind of head space you're in right now or if certain things are okay for me to do."

You sighed and sat your plate down, staring at the triangular shapes of food closely. For some reason you were aggravated with Hitoshi backing off but now you felt like shit. He was only putting your mental health first, probably thinking your attack had you traumatized when it came to any physical touch now. You couldn't be mad or upset about that, not in the least.

Hitoshi leaned back against the counter, his hands gripping the edge of it as you were both silent. He looked forward at nothing in particular, just waiting on a reply. He soon felt something warm on his hand, making him look down to see your own resting on it.

"Toshi, if I'm ever uncomfortable around you I'll let you know, I promise. I know you aren't out to hurt me, if anything I feel 110% safe when you're around me. I'm already over what happened, it was terrifying but something much worse could've happened. I'm not going to let that monster have control over my life, no matter what he did. It's not fair to me and it's not fair to you. Please, don't think you have to walk on eggshells around me, just be you and listen to your heart, because I damn sure am. Got it?"

Hitoshi smiled and turned his hand over, intertwining your fingers and raising them to his lips to kiss your knuckles. "Got it sweetness!"

#sugarcoated #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #aizawa shouta #eri #fluff #smut

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animeniacss · 4 years

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 4 - The Dance Recital

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 5k words

Chapter 4 - The Dance Recital

It had been some time since you had alone time with Hoseok, about a week. The two of you had mostly seen each other at the dance studio and he kept his promise of stopping by once in a while when he was near your house. Those visits were pretty brief, he would sit with the girls and play for a bit, which gave you some time to fold laundry or get dinner ready. You felt bad as if sometimes he would work as a babysitter, but Hoseok assured you every time that it was no big deal.

Today was another one of those days. Hoseok had stopped by after finishing up at the dance studio with one of his hip hop classes. When you let him in, he saw Min Ja was standing in front of the TV in her white and pink recital outfit. She was practicing for the recital, which was less than a week at this point. Hyo Bin was sitting beside her, a graham cracker in her mouth as her sister kept restarting her routine.

“Hyo Bin, you have to watch carefully.” Min Ja said. “Because when you do your recital when you’re big, you’ll have to do the same thing.” Hyo Bin kind of babbled out a response, and despite only some words being comprehended by the average human ear, Min Ja seemed to understand perfectly. “Yeah, it’s really hard. But it’s okay.”

“Looks whose here.” You hummed, stepped into the living room with Hoseok following right behind. Min Ja looked over and saw him, a wide toothy-grin forming on her face.

“Mr. Hobi!” She gasped, hurrying over to him and squeezing his leg with all the force she had in her little body. Hyo Bin used the floor to stand herself up, before padding her little legs over towards him as well.

“Well hello there, girls.” He patted Min Ja’s head. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your practicing, Min Ja.”

“You did.” She said, and Hoseok chuckled a bit. “But it’s okay. Do you wanna see me practice?! Mommy said I’m doing super good!” You saw Hoseok catch your gaze, and he smiled a bit at you.

“Of course, I do.” He said as his eyes fell back to the little girl. She squealed, hurrying back to her spot. Hoseok followed, offering his hand to Hyo Bin. She responded by lifting her hands up to him. “Oh, okay.” He said, scooping her up without a fight. She lifted up her graham cracker as he followed Min Ja into the living room.

“Look.” She said. “Yummy, yummy~.” She giggled.

“Ooh, Yummy, yummy.” He repeated, making Hyo Bin giggle. When you all entered the living room, Min Ja hurried to your phone, which had ended the song. Hoseok noticed this and lifted your phone up as Min Ja took the position.

“You have to be the music man!” Min Ja said. Hoseok nodded.

“Alright.” He said happily. “Ready? Get into position.” He said. Min Ja nodded, and once she was in position, Hoseok started the music. You walked past them and into the kitchen, where you were setting up lunch. You weren’t too sure what you were going to make at first, and kind of decided last minute that some sandwiches would work best. From the kitchen, you could hear Hoseok giving gasps and cheers of encouragement for Min Ja’s performance. It felt natural, and hearing someone else’s interactions with your daughters always made you feel at ease. As you put together three sandwiches, cutting one of them in half to split between your girls, you heard footsteps heading towards the kitchen.

“Mommy, I’m hungry!” Min Ja called.

“I’m just finishing with lunch.” You said to her. “Wash your hands and come in here.” You heard Min Ja hurry back to the living room to alert everyone else. You got up and walked into the living room, picking up Hyo Bin and taking her to the sink with Min Ja. The three of you washed your hands, and when you returned back to the kitchen, you saw Hoseok standing by the counter. “Do you want to stay for lunch?” you asked curiously.

“Ah, I think I’m just going to head home.” He said. “I’m pretty tired, I just happened to be in the neighborhood today that’s all.” He sighed. “These recital practices are a lot more stressful than the thought; all the kids are on edge and it’s starting to hit me too…”

“Your group is going to do great.” You assured him as you passed by. Taking one of the sandwiches, you put it in a little baggie and handed it to him. “Here. Take it for the road.” Hoseok took it and quickly examined the food in the bag. “Don’t worry, I remember your favorite kind.” You teased, and you saw the corners of Hoseok’s lips poke up in a smile.

“Thank you.” He said. “I probably won’t be able to stop by much until after the recital is over.” He admitted. You nodded, and Hoseok turned to the girls. “Be good for Mom, okay, guys?” he asked. The girls looked up. Min Ja was already taking a bite of her sandwich, and Hyo Bin was lifting her up to her mouth, the sandwich much too big for her tiny mouth. Min Ja waved to him, and Hyo Bin wasn’t far behind in copying her. “Make sure you practice, Min Ja.”

“Okay, Mr. Hobi.” She said after swallowing the bite. You walked Hoseok to the door.

“I’ll see you at the recital.” You said happily. “I really look forward to it.”

“Me too.” He said happily. You waved him off, wishing him a safe trip home before closing the door behind you and locking it. As you headed back into the kitchen, you really couldn’t wait for the recital to get here.

“Mommy, will Mr. Hobi come back soon?” Min Ja asked curiously. You took a seat at the table and finally began to eat your sandwich as well.

“Soon.” You assured. “When he has time, he’ll come to see us.” You nodded. “Now, eat your lunch before we go down for a nap.” Min Ja nodded and ate.

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On the day of the recital, you were sitting in the living room with Min Ja in your lap and Hyo Bin sitting by your side. You were pulling her hair into a tight bun, with a piece of braided hair wrapped around it. She was fidgeting, most likely due to nerves, so you had to keep calming her down so she would sit still.

“Is Daddy coming?” she asked curiously.

“Yes.” You said.

“And Uncle Tae?”

“He’s going to try his hardest. But I’m going to record it in case he misses it.”

“You’re going to record it?!” Min Ja gasped. As you finished with her hair, she turned to look at you with frantic eyes. “No, no Mommy!”

“Honey you’re going to do okay.” You assured, kissing her forehead. “Daddy and I are so excited to see you because you’ve been practicing so hard. Okay?” Min Ja pouted, and you tried to comfort her with a tight hug. Min Ja’s arms wrapped around your neck and squeezed. “Mmmm, ready to go?” Min Ja nodded. Gathering all of your stuff, you sent a text to Weong-Bin, reminding him to be on his way to the recital, before heading out with the girls.

The auditorium that the recital was held in was rented out for the day by Jimin for about two hours, which was enough time to get through all the different group's performances. The auditorium was a decent size, allowing for about 200 friends and family to come in and see the performance. It was filling up with people now, and children were gathering in the back to prepare with their groups. Jimin was there now, fixing his jacket as he turned to see Hoseok talking with a few other dance instructors. He was looking over the schedule for the performances, and his hip hop group was fourth to go. As he stepped away from his friends, he saw his group of dancers practicing together nearby. He made his way over to give them a pep talk.

You walked into the auditorium with your girls in your grip as you squeezed past people to get inside. Once you got inside, you scanned the area to see if you noticed Weong-Bin or your step-brother, or any other recognizable face. With none in sight, you huffed and checked your messages. Weong-Bin was on his way, but there was no message from Taehyung yet. As you searched for a collection of seats, you heard a voice.

“Hey.” Looking up you saw Jimin approaching. He was smiling. “You look lost.”

“Just waiting for my wonderful ex-husband.” You hummed, sarcasm in your voice. “I was waiting before dropping Min Ja off to you.” Jimin smiled down at Min Ja, who was gripping your hand and nuzzling into your skirt. “She’s nervous…” you said simply.

“Aww, Min Ja.” He squatted down to her level. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. Why don’t we go backstage and practice, hm?” Min Ja glanced up at you, and you offered her a kind smile. Giving a nod, she took Jimin’s hand following him backstage. With that settled, you managed to find seats and sat down with Hyo Bin on your lap, setting your purse and coat down on the chairs beside you to ensure nobody would take them until the others arrived.

It wasn’t long before you heard a voice at your side.

“You’re really wearing that?” Glancing up, you saw Weong-Bin. He was wearing a white button-up and slacks as if he had just gotten off work. He ran a hand through his hair as you stood up.

“Wearing what?” You asked curiously as you watched Hyo Bin reach out and eagerly greet her father. He took her into his arms and kissed her hello before turning his attention back to you. You ran a hand along the sides of your black skirt in an attempt to smooth it out. That, along with a white blouse that had the sleeves cut out and some leggings, you felt it was appropriate.

“This.” He pointed to your button-up shirt. “A kid’s recital with tons of people and you think a skirt that short is appropriate?” You felt your face heat up, and you suddenly got anxious about your appearance. Weong-Bin rolled his eyes, before sitting down with Hyo Bin still in his arms. “Anyway, is your brother coming?”

“….Yeah, he’s supposed to be coming right after work.” You mumbled, sitting down right beside him, smoothing your skirt out in the process. You checked your phone, and still no response from Taehyung. He must be driving over here. His new job must be taking up a lot of time for him. You thought to yourself as you put your phone away. Your eyes fell to the stage, where you saw Jimin passing over multiple times, checking the lighting, talking with those in charge of the music, and just looking generally panicked. It was a shame; you’d much rather be talking with him instead of sitting here right now. Your eyes fell to Weong-Bin, who was playing with Hyo Bin and complimenting her dress, which she tried telling him about in her toddler vocabulary.

Footsteps were heard approaching you a few minutes later, and you looked towards them, assuming it was your step-brother finally arriving. However, when you looked up, instead you saw Hoseok. He was dressed in a nice little white button-up with a bow tie and dress pants. When you caught his gaze, a smile formed on his face as he hurried to you. You didn’t realize how quickly you stood up until you heard your chair skid back a bit from how forcefully you threw yourself up from the chair. Turning towards it, you fixed the chair before looking back at Hoseok.

“Hey.” He said with a smile.

“Hey~.” You quickly embraced him in a hug. “You look adorable in that bowtie.” You teased. Hoseok chuckled, a bit of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Aww thanks.” He said happily. “You look good too.” He motioned to your little business casual attire. Hearing that made you immediately think back to the skirt, and you smoothed it out a bit.

“It’s not to short, is it?” you asked softly, biting your lip. Hoseok raised his eyebrow.

“No? Where would you get an idea like that?” As if on cue, Hoseok saw Weong-Bin stand up with Hyo Bin in his grasp. Hoseok saw him stand behind you, and his question kind of felt answered. “Oh…hello, Weong-Bin.”

“Been a while, Hoseok.” He said. “How are you?”

“Fine.” He said, a kind smile on his face regardless of how he felt about the guy. The two knew each other in college, and were…friendly? Kind of. Hoseok tried to be nice, but Weong-Bin didn’t want to be bothered. “Nice of you to come.” Weong-Bin frowned at that statement.

“Min Ja hasn’t stopped talking about it for weeks.” He pointed out. You looked between the two men and sensed a bit of tension between them. You couldn’t really blame them; they were after all two people you used to be in relationships with. As the tension grew, you put a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Are your kids ready for the performance?” you asked, giving a small smile in hopes of diverting his attention. Hoseok looked at you and smiled back.

“Yeah they’re practicing right now. I should probably get back to them soon.”

“Yeah, you probably should.” Weong-Bin hissed. You looked at him in embarrassment.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked him. You sighed, looking at Hoseok. When he looked at you, he saw the embarrassment on your face. Your eyes were cast down for a moment. Hoseok tilted his head and smiled down at you reassuringly. When you glanced up at him, seeing his kind smile making you feel better.

“I’ll come by and see you again before my performance, okay?” He said.

“Okay.” You said happily, waving him off. He glanced back at Weong-Bin and offered another kind smile to him.

“I’ll see you later.” He said. “I hope you look forward to the show.” Weong-Bin simply nodded and waved Hoseok off. When he was far enough away, you turned back to Weong-Bin.

“Are you insane? Why are you being so rude?!” You asked. Weong-Bin sighed, turning back to Hyo Bin, who was still in his arms and looking around at the other sources of noise and chatter from others who were around. “You’re unbelievable.” Just as the two of you began to bicker, you, fortunately, heard a voice to pull you out of it.

“HEY!” Looking over you saw Taehyung, your 25-year-old stepbrother rushing towards you. He was wearing a white tee-shirt with a red plaid Gucci sweater and pair of jeans. He was running a hand through his curly black hair, a wide smile on his face, as he approached you. Without missing a beat, he hugged you tightly. “Sorry, I’m so late. Traffic was a nightmare. Did it start yet?”

“Does it look like it?” Weong-Bin asked, glancing over to the empty stage, and people mingling in the isles. Taehyung’s boxy smile dropped into a frown as you pulled away from the hug.

“Hello Weong-Bin.” He said. Weong-Bin glanced down at Hyo Bin. When she saw Taehyung standing beside you, her eyes lit up.

“Woooah, Uncle Tae!” She cooed, grinning. Your brother’s boxy smile returned as he reached out to take Hyo Bin into his arms.

“Hello, my little princess!” He cooed, kissing her cheek. “Are you excited to see Min Ja dance for us?”

“Yeah!” Hyo Bin cheered. You smiled as you saw how happy Hyo Bin has become as she had Taehyung had a mini conversation. Your attention was grabbed by Weong-Bin out of the blue when he gripped your hand.

“Taehyung, watch Hyo Bin.” Taehyung glanced up at him, only to see you being dragged out of the room with him. “We need to talk.”

“Weong-Bin.” You tried to call his name, but he wouldn’t respond. He took you out of the room, into the hallway, and down one of the corridors, to a section of the building that wasn’t rented out for the recital. It was an empty hallway. When he finally slowed down, he dropped your hand out of his gripped and you stopped. “What on earth are you doing?”

“What the hell are you doing talking to Jung Hoseok?” he asked, bitter anger dripping off of his lips as he spoke. It intimidated you a bit, but you stepped back from him and crossed your arms.

“What do you mean?” You asked. “He and I ran into each other earlier this month. We hung out a few times.”

“Min Ja told me it was a date.” He hissed. You felt your cheeks heat up at the mentioning of that word…date. “Was it? Was that who came over the time you were cooking when I came over?”

“That’s none of your business.” You said simply.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” He huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Look, why do you even care? What about Sooyeon? Do you really think she’ll be happy that you’re meddling into your ex-wife’s business?” Weong-Bin’s intimidating demeanor faltered just slightly, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “…What?”

“Sooyeon and I didn’t work out.” He said simply. “She thought I spent to much time worrying about you, and I thought she was fooling around with other guys. It didn’t work out.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that, but she’s right. You shouldn’t be getting into my business.”

“You’re the mother and guardian of my daughters, don’t I have a right to be curious?”

“Do you have such little faith in me?”

“Should I?”

“You’re unbelievable.” You quickly turned on your heel to make you way back to the auditorium. However, Weong-Bin quickly grabbed your wrist and turned you back to him. “Weong-Bin-.” You scoffed, turning back to face him. When you did, you saw his face get uncomfortably close to yours.

“I also broke up with her because…well…you’re right. I shouldn’t be so much in your business.” You felt your heart begin to race, and as badly as you wanted to look to the floor, to the ceiling, to the wall, anywhere except directly at him, you were unable to pull away. “I want us to be a family again…” As soon as those words hit your ears, you felt your body go rigid, and you were unable to move. The shock is sent through your body, it felt as if you were in a bad dream, and it would just be moments until you woke up in a cold sweat to your alarm, and the sound of your girls shouting for your attention. However, that moment never came, and every second that you were realizing this was cold, hard reality, you wanted to curl up into a ball and escape this agony eating away at you.

“….What?” You choked out. Weong-Bin finally pulled back a bit.

“You heard me. I made my mistakes and I’m sorry. I want us to….try and work it.” You were silent for a moment, trying to process what was going on. After a second too long of thinking about it, you frowned.

“No…” you said. He blinked, shocked as your answer.

“No?” he hissed. You saw the anger in his eyes and you shivered, but you tried to keep your level head.

“I…I don’t know why you’re doing this, I-.”

“I know, and I’m sorry but-.” He stepped towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks gently. You flinched a bit despite his gentle touch. As his big, soft hands sat on your cheeks, one his thumbs gently gliding across your skin, you felt like you were 22 again. Recently married, thrilled out of your mind, and hopelessly in love. The good memories began flooding back, all from his gentle touch that you haven’t felt in so long. A part of you wanted to believe him, a part of you just wanted to go back to having a stable family, a normal life for your girls where they didn’t have to go between two different homes, two different sets of rules and two different lives every couple of days for the rest of their lives.

Weong-Bin noticed your face soften a little bit, and he smiled at the sight. “I’ve come to realize how wrong I was for the way I treated you. I want to be better for the girls…for you…for us….” When you didn’t respond, he dropped his hands from your cheeks. “I know this is sudden.”

“You think?”

“But don’t I deserve an answer?” More silence on your part. Now, he was starting to get frustrated. “You really hurt me when you had your step-brother serve me those divorce papers.” You looked up at him, a frown forming on your face as you felt your throat close up. You were trying…god, where you trying to keep yourself from tears. Your eyes were burning. Forcing yourself to gulp, you shook your head.

“I…I hurt you?” You hissed, your vision beginning to cloud. You quickly wiped your eyes. You could see Weong-Bin was furious, but you didn’t care. “I didn’t want to file for divorce, but you left me no choice! I was miserable, I-.” You took a deep breath, trying to keep you calm when you remembered that you were not home. “I can’t do this here. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t care what you say to me…I can’t…. I can’t do it.”

“Oh, but you’ll go back to that flake Hoseok? Yeah, okay.” You took a deep breath, shaking your head.

“I cannot believe this, on a night that Min Ja has been waiting for almost two months, you do this! You’re so selfish sometimes.” Weong-Bin glared at you when you insulted him like that, but you were to busy mentally gearing yourself up to care. “Do not sit by me in there. I don’t even want to look at you.” Turning on your heel, you quickly walked down the hallway and straight back to Taehyung and Hyo Bin. Your mind was racing.

What on earth was he thinking?! What is he saying?! After all he’s done, he thinks he can just ask and I’ll forget everything that’s happened? No, I can’t… He’s such a jerk off… As you thought, as every sentence raced through your mind, you felt your vision blur with tears. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you felt like if you stopped moving, you would kneel over and vomit onto the floor. As you saw the door to the auditorium approaching, you noticed through blurry eyes that Jimin was by the front door. He was talking to a mother who had a daughter in the same class as Min Ja, as well as a daughter in the older ballet division. Jimin turned to you and called out your name to greet you as you got closer. However, you walked right past him, and he turned in your direction.

“Hey!” He called, watching your head into the crowd of people who were starting to find their seats. The recital was starting in five minutes, and he had to go backstage. When you hurried to your seat, you saw Taehyung in his seat. Hyo Bin was sitting in his lap, and he was looking up, talking to someone who you couldn’t see. From the way his head was positioned, you could tell that this individual was standing. Taehyung was talking, laughing, overall smiling. As you got closer, trying to shakily excuse yourself through many people who were shuffling into their seats, you saw that Hoseok was there. He was grinning, clapping his hands together in a fit of laughter as he listened to whatever Taehyung was saying. Both boys looked up when they saw you approached. You had a vague idea of what you looked like when you approached, but you knew it probably wasn’t very appealing when Taehyung stood right up out of his seat. Both boys had a worried expression on their faces, and Taehyung gently passed Hyo Bin to Hoseok, who took her into his arms.

“Woah…what happened?” he asked. Without responding, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him as you buried your head in his shoulder. He gently placed his hands on your back, resting his chin on your neck. “Hey…” he said gently. “What happened? Was it Weong-Bin?” He glanced up, seeing Weong-Bin walk into the auditorium. He did not come towards the seats, however. Instead, he kept himself up against the wall, crossing his arms. “Let’s sit down…” he said gently, motioning towards the seats. You nodded, wiping your eyes.

“Okay.” You said gently. Glancing up, you saw Hoseok and Hyo Bin both looking in your direction. As you took a step towards him, Hyo Bin reached out to you. She could sense your decrease in mood, and worry was etched on her face.

“What’s wrong, Mama?” She mumbled as you took her into your arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, honey…” you said, wiping your eyes a bit as you kissed her hair. “Let’s sit down and watch Min Ja, okay?” Hyo Bin nuzzled into your neck, and you glanced at Hoseok.

“Are you alright?” he asked worryingly.

“Yeah, I just…” you took a deep breath. “It’s not important right now. What’s important is this recital.” When you saw he wasn’t convinced, you tried to be playful and poke his chest. It didn’t work too well. “Good luck, Hobi…” you said happily. Knowing that he was not going to get anything out of you, he nodded.

“I’ll find you after it’s over.” He said. Just as he was about to leave, Jimin hurried over and patted his shoulder.

“Five minutes, let’s go.” He said. Glancing at you, he saw you still looked a bit distressed. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You assured. “Don’t worry about me. You guys have more important things going on.” Jimin was hesitant, but you gave a reassuring nod. Jimin nodded as he led Hoseok off. Taehyung offered them a support cheer for luck.

“Fighting, Jimin, Hobi-Hyung!” He shouted, waving happily, receiving waves from them as they hurried backstage. As you settled beside Taehyung, your daughter on your lap. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do I need to talk to that idiot for you?”

“No, Tae.” You said. “Tonight, if for Min Ja. Not him. He just doesn’t understand that.”

“Oh, I know. Remember when he tried to make my college graduation party all about him?” He smiled as he finally heard a chuckle leave your lips. “Guys a total narcissist. Nothing ever made me happier than when I got to serve him those divorce papers.”

“I know.” You said, patting his shoulder as a smile formed on his lips. Just then, the lights dimmed, and lights flooded the stage as Jimin walked towards the microphone. You heard Taehyung cheer his friend. The two of them went to high school together, and have been best friends for years, so when Jimin heard Taehyung’s obnoxious cheer, he couldn’t help but turn his head from the microphone to laugh a bit. When he turned back, he began to speak.

“Welcome everyone to our first recital as the newly formed Dance Canvas Studio.” A roar of applause was heard from the crowd. “We’ve worked really hard, and we look forward to sharing what we have prepared for the past two months with you all.” Jimin added a bit of a speech about how he came to own the studio, recalled the success the studio had before him, as well as what he hoped they could expand the studio to become in the future. “With all of that out of the way… the fun begins.” A light chuckle escaped his lips. “Our first group is our beginning ballet class, which I mainly instruct. They will be doing a dance to Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, from The Nutcracker. One of our older ballet dancers, Hye Su, will be leading them. Enjoy.” The claps arose again, and you saw mothers from all areas pulling out their phones and video cameras. You did the same, and Hyo Bin tried to reach for it a few times, but you had to stop her. Taehyung quickly took her from your lap and put him in hers. She began to whine a bit at the sudden switch, but Taehyung kissed her hair and gently tried to soothe her.

You watched Hye Su walk out onto the stage, holding the hand of one of the girls. The line of little four-year-old ballet dancers came onto the stage, and you saw Min Ja right on the end. When she caught your eye, you quickly waved to her before positioning the camera. It took a moment, but the music started, and the performance began.

Once the performance was over, you lowered your phone to clap for the girls. Min Ja did just as wonderful as you expected, and you saw her beaming from her spot-on stage as the group bowed. She must have been so excited because even when the girls began to exit the stage with Hye Su, Min Ja continued to bow and curtsey on the stage. Amused giggles were heard from the audience, and you felt your cheeks go red.

“Oh Lord…” you sighed, covering your face as Taehyung began to laugh beside you. Min Ja was eventually led off the stage by another little girl, who took her hand and finally got her off of the stage. As Jimin came to introduce the next stage of ballet dancers, you turned your head to see the status of Weong-Bin.

He caught your gaze just as he was exiting the auditorium, hands in his pockets.

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How to Survive The Fall — Chapter 1

Starting route to 23 Amber Street. Turn left onto memory lane, keep right, and pray you won’t find the answers you’re looking for.

Warnings: Death mention (no main characters), dysfunctional families, Deceit as a major character, Remus mention

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It couldn’t be stressed enough just how average Virgil’s family was.

As dysfunctional and estranged as it could be, Virgil had been assured time and time again how completely and totally normal the Sanders household was. Virgil was just a regular guy in a regular town. Life had always been normal for Virgil—and it would stay normal for the rest of time.

Or maybe normal was the wrong word. Boring was way more accurate.

Virgil huffed, twisting his pen around in his fingers. Of all the boring things in Virgil’s life, college was the most boring. Lectures would drag on and on, droning until it became nothing but white noise. Virgil’s mind scarcely stayed focused on the class’s topic, which often led to some confusing tests and staggeringly low grades. But it wasn’t his fault—the professor couldn’t be duller if he were a rock with glasses.

Virgil glanced at the clock. 3:05. Ten more minutes until his brother came to pick him up. Dante promised him a pizza night today, full of video games and brotherly bonding time. Virgil was looking forward to that. It sure beat watching youtube all night by himself.

Ten minutes had never dragged by so slowly. By the time the bell rang, Virgil was certain he was about to go insane. He wasted no time in slinging his bag over his shoulder and jogging out front. A familiar blue van was there, parked too far from the curb to be even remotely legal. Virgil held back a snort of laughter as he flung the door open.

Dante was sitting crookedly in the driver’s seat, frowning deeply. “Careful with the door, Virge,” he deadpanned.

“You’re too far from the curb again.” Virgil plopped the bag at his feet, leaning as far back as the chair would let him. “Ready for tonight?”

“I don’t want to scratch the tires. And yeah, I’m ready. We’ve just got to order pizza when we get back.“

“You’re not picking it up on the way home?”

“I’m not wasting gas,” Dante replied, flicking his turn signal on and shifting into drive. “Seatbelt. Now.”

“Fine,” Virgil groaned. He reached over to buckle himself in, then shot Dante a funny face. “There. Seatbelt.”

The ride proceeded as it usually did. Dante focused on the road while Virgil drowned out his thoughts with music. He slipped on his gigantic headphones and stared out the window, tapping his finger to the beat. To an outsider, Virgil would appear rude or uninterested. But Dante knew better. Virgil had his ways of coping; music was one of his favourites.

Dante knew Virgil better than anyone else, which wasn’t too surprising. For many years, all Virgil had to rely on was Dante. His parents died a long time ago, leaving Virgil in the care of his older brother. They had a third sibling, Remus, but he lived on the other side of the country. Sometimes he and Dante would receive packages from Remus on their birthdays with strange gifts inside. Freeze-dried space-food calamari, a paper crown from a fast-food restaurant, and a multi-tool with 14 different blades were Virgil’s favourites.

Aside from Remus, Virgil also had two cousins who lived in the state next to them. Emile, the younger of the two, was nice enough. He was a school therapist at a small high school who visited Virgil and Dante as often as possible. Practically every interaction Virgil had with him was uncomfortable, if not painstakingly awkward. Emile would sit Virgil down on the couch, pull out a notebook, and ask about Virgil’s life. Every conversation became a therapy session of sorts. The therapist’s work life always bled into his personal relationships. Oh, and Emile also really liked cartoons. The two sometimes watched anime together.

As for the other cousin, Remy was an enigma. He was in the army... or something. Or was it the navy? Nobody detailed the details. Virgil bet that Remy was a submarine janitor—or something just as uncool—and that’s why no one talked about it. Virgil had met Remy once or twice, but not enough to know anything about him aside from his caffeine addiction. He seemed eccentric and a little too moonstruck for Virgil’s taste, but not too bad overall.

But aside from the rare visit from Emile and the even rarer visit from Remy, it was just Virgil and Dante. On one hand, Virgil liked it that way. It meant more time with Dante. Unlike his friends at school, family commitments such as christmas parties or easter dinners never bound Virgil. But on the other hand, Virgil found himself feeling lonely far too often. When Dante was working, Virgil had no one to talk to. Even the blaring noise of his favourite bands couldn’t drown out the unbearable silence of the empty house.

Virgil figured he had it lucky. He knew some people with ridiculously strict parents, while others had nobody to care for them. Dante found himself in the goldilocks zone between being chill and being responsible. Dante was also a lot of fun. Pizza parties and gaming nights were very common when he was home.

...Maybe boring wasn’t the right word, either. Virgil decided steady was the best way to describe his life. And regardless of how dull it could be, Virgil was truly thankful for what he had.

It didn’t take them long to get home. Virgil left his headphones in while making his way inside. He’d just have to unpack and get changed before they could settle down. Virgil arrived at his room and dropped his bag onto the bedroom floor next to a dirty pair of pants. Then he took off his hoodie and threw it haphazardly into the laundry bin. There—unpacked and changed.

However, his absolute banger of a playlist was so rudely interrupted by a soft dinging noise. Someone just sent him a text. Huffing indignantly, Virgil took his headphones off, opened his messenger app and checked the text. It was probably a reminder from his professor about some project.

The front door slammed closed. “I’m down here when you’re ready,” Dante hollered from downstairs. “Don’t take too long.”

Virgil didn’t answer. The text had him too preoccupied. He read it twice, three times, four times, blinking rapidly as he tried to wrap his head around the brief message. “What the hell?” was all he could bring himself to say.

we are alive and well come to 23 amber st please respond asap logan

The message was brief, likely written in a hurry. Virgil checked the phone number; it wasn’t from anyone in his contact list. He didn’t recognize the name Logan either.

Why would someone send him this? Was this a joke?

“Come on, Virge! Let’s get set up!”

Virgil nodded absently, shoving his phone into his pocket and shuffling downstairs to the living room. Dante was on the couch, untangling a mess of controller cords. “There you are. Go pick a game. I’ll get this sorted out.”

“Okay.” Virgil knelt by the game box, sifting through various cases of game. “Yo, Dante?”

“Yeah, Virgil?”

Virgil picked up a copy of Shoot Shoot 7, cringed, and put it back into the box. “Do you know anyone named Logan?”

Dante whirled his head around, eyebrows raised. “Uh, why?”

“I got a weird text today,” Virgil drawled, glancing between their copies Bosom Blossom and ATV Versus. “Fighting game or racing game?”

“Racing,” Dante replied, looking distinctly suspicious. “What do you mean, weird text?”

“I don’t know. It said something about going to 23 amber street. Sent by some dude named Logan.” Virgil grunted as he struggled to open the game case. “I don’t know a Logan. And I don’t recognize that address.”

“Me neither,” Dante shrugged. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, focusing on the tangled cords. “I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s probably just a prank.” The elder brother’s voice was calm and collected, but for a fraction of a moment, worry flashed in his eyes. That wasn’t surprising in the slightest.

While Dante was permissive and amiable, Virgil often noticed traces of parental instincts in certain situations. Whenever Virgil had to come home late, he would find Dante wide awake on the sofa, no matter how late it was. And whenever Virgil’s response to “how was your day” was anything less than “fine,” Dante would mysteriously obtain a pair of movie tickets or amusement park passes. Dante showed his love in subtle but meaningful ways, and Virgil always noticed.

Maybe he shouldn’t have told Dante about the text. He’d probably get all worried about Virgil now that he knew.

“Yeah, it’s probably a prank.” Virgil finally inserted the disc into the game console, happy to see a green light flashing softly. “There we go. I'm gonna go order that pizza while you, uh…” The younger brother held back a snort as Dante seemed to tangle the cords even more. “...figure that out.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dante muttered, twisting the ball of wires around in his hands. He was hiding his frustration pretty well, but Virgil saw the absolute seething anger building on his face. “Get something with onions on it.”

“Alright.” Virgil quickly dialled the pizza parlour, taking the phone to the kitchen as to not to howl with laughter at Dante’s unfortunate plight. “Yeah, hi. Can I get a large bacon and onion pizza? Extra onions, too.”

Life in the Sanders household was normal, boring, and steady. It had been that way for many years. But little did Virgil know that his entire world was about to get very, very weird… and a strange text message from an unknown number was only the beginning.

#me? not finishing old fics before starting new ones?#its more likely than you think #ts virgil #ts deceit #ts remus #ts remy #ts emile #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #mywriting #htstf

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scribblescrabblebabble · 5 years

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RoyEd Week 2k19 Day 6!

Title: Seven(?) Days

Rating: T+

Relationships: Roy Mustang/ Edward Elric; Gracia Hughes/Maes Hughes

Chapter: Day 6- Wait for me

Cross- Posted on AO3 and Fanfic.net links- AO3 fanfic.net

Best quality reading will be through the links, not on Tumblr itself because I’m too lazy to do italics and shit right now. For @royedweek2019 ‘s RoyEd Week!

This is a prompt from day 5, but lets ignore that hehehe.... Hughes lives! AU

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A long time ago, Trisha Elric had told her sons that, “Good will come to those who wait,”. It was a common phrase, and she had meant this to mean more on the lines of “wait your turn” and “don’t skip in line” and that sort of thing.

Ed mused on his mother’s advice. He noted wryly that waiting hadn’t done her much good at all- it probably did her a whole world of bad, in fact. He never understood why she waited so dutifully. Never, that is, until now. As he looked upon his garden that Friday evening, the alchemist realized that he, unexpectedly, took after his mother in this way.

----~----

Ed awoke on Saturday two hours after he fell asleep; his alarm for 6:00 had yet to ring. Even in his sleep Ed had been restless, as the blankets were twisted at the bottom of the bed, and his pillow lay a few feet from his dresser across the room. In an attempt to calm his nerves, Ed took a long shower and, unable to find a second towel, called Winry with his hair dripping all over the office rug.

As he waited for his sister-in-law to answer, Ed looked out upon the back yard in the office window, dewy and colorful in the early spring sunrise. Maybe he’d pick a few of the flowers to spruce up the house a little bit- was that too cheesy?

Winry’s tired voice greeted him at last, “Hello?”

“Heya Win.” Ed replied, followed by what he guessed to be a sigh.

“Edward, the sun is barely up! What could you possibly need from me? If it’s an emergency I’m sure there are people who live closer to you to call.”

He chuckled a little guiltily, “Sorry Win, ‘M just trying to kill some time until 10:00. I’m too jittery to get anything productive done.”

Winry gasped, “Oh, is today the day?”

Ed nodded, knowing she couldn’t see, “It’s the day.”

--~--

The past two years had been a long string of going to work at the lab or in the office with Team Mustang, reading the paper, and anxiously awaiting the rare phone call from Al or Roy. To both of their credit, they called whenever possible, but Al was very busy with his teaching job and helping Winry with their young daughter, and Roy…

Roy was never around phones much, Ed guessed.

The blonde currently slouched in his office chair, doodling on a spare sheet of paper in lieu of alphabetizing the sources for his latest compilation of research. Riza looked at him reproachfully from her own desk across the room until he sighed and got back to work, balling up the spare paper and throwing it into the bin. Even then, it took him a minute to focus enough to actually comprehend the words he was trying to sort.

‘Abrams, Addison, Anderson, Amaryllis… wait no, m before n… shit this is dull, I need to get out of here.’ He pushed himself up and muttered about an early lunch break before he strode out of the large room. He looked disdainfully at the coffee machine, before deciding a quick stop by a café would do him better than the bitter crap in the office.

He hadn’t been sleeping well, even worse than he usually tended to, and it was only partially because of the workload regarding his research.

Outside, the air smelt of rain, and Ed regretted not taking an umbrella or something with him when he left (Riza would give him an earful if he came back dripping all over the freshly polished floors). The old coffee shop stood in a quaint corner, rather out of place in the midst of military office buildings, yet wholly welcomed by the lot. Ed knew the barista, Louise, well, and when he walked in she smiled, “Morning, Major! Usual?”

“Please.” Ed sighed, giving her a wad of cash, insisting she keep the change because he was too lazy to try and count it out, and sitting at a small two-person table towards the back of the building. He hadn’t brought any work with him, so while he waited, the alchemist kind of dazed out, just letting the ambiance of the little shop clam his nerves a bit.

A familiar female voice interrupted his tranquil state, “Edward?” He looked up in surprise, coming face-to-face with Rose’s friendly smile. He moved to stand and greet the young woman, but she motioned for him to remain seated, and took the chair across from him.

“Rose, what brings you to Central?” Ed asked curiously.

“Winry asked me to come drop off some parts with clients she has over here. And to check up on you, of course.” The Leorian responded, “Speaking of which, Edward, you look absolutely tragic!”

Ed was about to retort, but Louise came to the table with his usual coffee and sandwich. He thanked her, and took a large bite of his food before continuing where he was interrupted, “I do not look tragic, Rose, you’re being dramatic.”

“Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Uhh…”

Ed knew Rose wasn’t nagging just to be annoying, as the evident worry in her eyes was practically palpable. He only assumed everyone else back in Resembool would have the same expression if they saw him like this. This thought sent an arrow of guilt into his stomach, but he suppressed it quickly, changing the topic of their conversation, “Well, they say the war’s dying down a bit in the east. Some Ishvallan insurgent groups and all of the Southeastern front are still neck-in-neck, but that’s a good sign, right?”

Rose gave him a very unimpressed look, knowing full well what he was doing. She took to bait, however, to appease him, “Yeah, I heard the Fürher’s been trying to start peace negotiations, futile as it may seem. Have they begun sending soldiers home yet?”

Ed nodded with a small frown, “Hawkeye said they’re releasing some who have families and stuff to tend to at home: pregnant wives, senile grandparents, and the like. Just means the non-priority soldiers’ll have to stay out longer.”

Rose frowned as well, “Not necessarily. If there’s less conflict, then they don’t need as much workforce out there, you know?”

“I guess.” He sighed.

Rose rolled her eyes, “I know what this is about, Edward. He’ll be back soon.”

“What, did he tell you? ‘Cuz the certainly didn’t tell me.”

Rose looked cross, “He’s fighting! Not getting any response is better than a letter saying he’s dead! Do you really think digging a pity hole is going to help the situation?”

Ed looked at her angrily, then his expression dropped as he saw then emotion on her own face. He remembered the Rose of eight years previous, broken in the midst of a war, yet not fallen prey to self-pity. Sure, she had been manipulated by Dante, but everything she did was for a good greater than herself. Settling in Resembool, even, was for her son to be happy, and she took her present with such grace it was ridiculous.

Ed looked to his plate and quietly admitted, “It’s just… stressful, not knowing. God, I wish I knew how he’s doing, Rose.”

She smiled, “I know, it’s the worst. But you know what?”

“What?” Ed asked around another bite of this lunch.

“When you do find out, it’ll be worth the wait.” She stood up, “I’ve got to deliver these parts, but I’ll swing by your place tonight. We can make some dinner or something, okay?”

Ed smiled at her, “That sounds great. I’ll see ya then.”

“See ya!” She turned out the door. Ed sat at the table, alone again. Now, however, the thought of returning to his list of names wasn’t so daunting, especially with the promise of Rose’s divine cooking in his future. He took his time finishing the sandwich, and took his to-go cup of coffee back to the office with him.

Riza was the first to acknowledge Ed as he walked in, placing his cup on his desk and making as if to sit down. She held a little orange envelope out to Ed from her desk, and Ed quickly took the telegram. Seeign Riza’s small smile, he had an inkling who it could be from.

“Excuse me.” He muttered, taking the envelope into the long-closed room to his right, Roy’s private office. He pushed down the sadness at the empty desk and lack of paper heaps set out to be avoided, sitting hard on one of the large office chairs, hands shaking a bit as he opened up the folded paper. A smaller slip of paper came out, and Ed read the words greedily.

‘Coming home Oct 16, 10:00. Central West Station.

I have a surprise. Love you more than I can say.

-Roy’

--~--

After Winry hung up, stating that Trisha had awoken and needed ‘Mama time’, Ed was at a loss for what to do. He trudged back to the bedroom and changed into his day clothes (no point in pretending he may go back to nap). He threw his old clothes into the laundry basket and decided, on a whim, to change out the bedsheets and throw the old ones in with his dirty clothes. That started, Ed began obsessively cleaning the house- once the laundry was piled up, a table looked dusty, then the oven needed a wipe down, and he had to cook his own breakfast so there would be dishes, and so on, until before he knew it, the clock struck 7:00 and the phone rang.

Ed threw down the dish rag, seemingly broken from his mindless work trance, and retreated back to the office to answer it. This time, Gracia’s voice greeted him.

“Edward? How’re you doing?”

Ed sighed, but it came out as more of an exasperated laugh, “Just barely keeping it together, I guess! Trying to find something to do until I can go down to the station.”

Gracia laughed as well, sounding just as tired as he felt, “I understand the feeling. Elicia and I’ve been up for hours!”

“Have you talked to Maes?” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate, but that hope was fairly fleeting.

“Not for about two weeks, but I haven’t heard from anyone else about him so that’s a plus, yeah?”

Ed didn’t want to tell Gracia that to him it absolutely wasn’t a plus, so he just hummed in agreement, “Roy hasn’t called or anything since the telegram. I guess we’ll see what that means today.”

“have you thought about what that surprise could be?”

“Yeah, probably too much.” Ed laughed a bit, “It’s making me even more anxious, somehow.”

Gracia laughed lightly, “Hey, so I called to ask if you wanted me to bring some lunch to the station for you. I’m already bringing some for Elicia so it’s not a big deal.”

“No thanks, I can’t eat right now.” Ed politely refused. Gracia seemed to understand, for she didn’t push the matter.

They talked lightly until Gracia hung up (something about an oven or something like that). The blonde stood in the study, anxious and with nothing to do for the next three hours.

--~--

Ed watched the tracks obsessively. He knew he’d definitely know when the train came to view, but he’d grown so anxious and excited he couldn’t do much more than sit and stare. Gracia sat beside him, reading the paper with Elicia working through a novel beside her. She seemed very composed and must make Ed look like an absolute wreck in comparison. Her day dress looked very clean and neat, whereas Ed had barely the patience to bother fully buttoning his own shirt.

Elicia noticed the train first, dropping her book and standing quickly, “Mom, Ed, I heard a whistle!” The eleven-year-old bounced excitedly as the train slowly screeched into the station. Ed felt his nerves burn deep in his abdomen, and he almost felt sick as he stood with the woman and girl, watching the train cars take far too long to slow down. Inside the train, every window was filled with blue-capped soldiers, their faces practically pressed to the glass, much like small children, in search of their loved ones. Several groups in front of Ed jumped and waved, their husbands or wives or whatever identified out of the many faces in the vehicle.

Finally, the train stopped, and the soldiers were let off one-by-one, each saluting their superiors at the doors before they were set free to find their families. Ed anxiously stood about the growing crowd of soldiers.

Hughes was the first out of the two, happily saluting his superior and running straight to Gracia, having seen her already from inside the train. HE managed to lift and spin both Gracia and Elicia at one time, an all-around bubble of joy. Seeing Ed, he shot the blonde a broad, knowing smile. After three more men, Ed finally, finally, spotted Roy. He boarded off the train, saluted, and scanned the crowd hopefully.

His eyes found Ed the moment the blonde’s feet began to move and was thusly prepared for Ed’s weight as he ran full-force into Roy’s arms. They didn’t talk for a short time, too busy trying to get each other as close as possible, as if to make up for the lost time. Then, Ed leaned back to look over the other, checking for injury.

Roy laughed, and it sounded pretty close to perfect, “I’m not hurt, Ed.”

Ed laughed too, finding his emotions burst out with his smile, “I had to make sure, you haven’t really contacted me aside from a single telegram in-“

He fell quiet, as suddenly Roy’s mouth was in the way and he was too busy kissing him back to continue his protest. “I’m sorry,” he murmured as they parted.

Ed sighed for dramatic effect, “I think I can excuse it this one time. Besides, I believe there was a surprise I was promised?”

Roy’s smile brightened, if that was possible, and he quickly looked to the superior officer at the door and back to Ed, “Of course! They should be off of the train soon; had to have a double check.”

“They?” Ed repeated, confused. Roy just smiled and took Ed’s hand, leading them to the door of the train. Looking back, Ed could spot Maes with a devilishly gleeful look, Elicia jumping around excitedly, and Gracia looking at he and Roy with a hand over her mouth. “Roy, what’s going on?” Ed asked.

They reached the doors as the superior officer helped out the last of the ensemble, two very shaken looking Ishvallan children, a boy and a girl. If Ed had to chance a guess, he’d peg them at around two or three years old. They looked around, helplessly confused, and Ed realized with a sinking feeling in his gut that their parents weren’t with them. They didn’t have anyone to meet at this station. Except…

They noticed Roy, and walked quickly in a beeline to him. As they reached the couple, the children seemed to realize that Roy had a companion and slowed shyly. The older man chuckled and squatted down to be eye-level with the two, “Molly, Gregory, this is Ed. He’s my husband.” He looked up at Ed, motioning for Ed to join him on the ground. He did, and the children seemed to look at him curiously. Roy continued, “Ed, this is Molly, and this is Gregory. Their parents asked me to… to take good care of them.” The blonde’s heart stung at the visible pain in Roy’s eye from a memory he was sure to learn of later.

He also saw a bit of uncertainty in his husband’s face. He realized that he’s been awfully non-responsive to the two so far, and Roy was essentially bringing kids into the complicated equation of their relationship. Smiling, Ed squeezed Roy’s hand affirmatively.

“Molly and Greg? Well, this is a surprise!” Roy’s grin lost it’s callous edge, seeing Ed’s positivity, and he pulled the both of them up to their original standing position.

Ed turned to the little kids, “We’ll make sure to take great care of you. I’m not very good at doing things halfway.”

Molly nodded and replied, “kay,”.

“You alk-mee too?” Gregory asked, hiding a bit behind his sister.

“A-alchemy? Yeah, I’m an alchemist.”

Roy muttered, “Greg’s blown away by alchemy. Thinks it’s the coolest thing he’s ever seen.”

Ed grinned broadly, “Well, that’s good! Cuz you’re gonna be around a lot of alchemy, right?”

The little boy’s eye sparkled, “Ya!”

Roy proffered the hand not already taken by Ed, which Molly took gladly. Greg was hand-in-hand with Molly as Roy led the little pack towards the Hughes’s, Gracia looking like she might cry, and Elicia already running to give her Uncle Roy a big welcome hug.

Ed looked back at the two kids- technically his two kids. ‘Oh, fuck I’ve got kids!’ he thought, finding himself increasingly excited about the prospect. Plus, if these kids already thought alchemy was awesome, what could possibly go wrong?

#royed #safe RoyEd #RoyEdweek2019 #royedweek #wartime romance AU #kid fic

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First Date Disaster - UF!Sans x Reader

MTT’s book in the trash where it belongs, you and Sans are about to head out on your first date. However, even before it begins, it seems like the universe is very much against you and him dating. Nothing goes right....

But sometimes, that is where the most fun can be found.

A commission for @mavi-mav who asked for a continuation of Sans unlucky wooing! Hopefully you all enjoy!

Sans hummed excitedly as he threw in the laundry into the machine. No, he wasn’t excited about doing laundry in the campus’ community laundry bay, that would be weird and something that his brother would be excited about. Something about “FINALLY TAKING CARE OF THE FUCKING, NASTY, SOCK.”

There were a few things wrong with that following statement.

One – the sock was in its rightful place. The floor of the living room. Right where everyone could see it and marvel at the artistic curves of the fabric.

Two – the sock was clean, not gross or nasty. Well, as clean as clean could be for sitting on the floor for a few months.

Three – well, three was the reason why he was excited. Again, not for laundry day.

No, today was the day. Today was The Day.

Starting the machine, Sans looked around the small, empty room. For once there were no other students in the area. The possibilities. He could possibly go upstairs and have a quick nap, leaving his clothes where they are to finish washing, but Papyrus would just bitch about leaving the laundry unattended. Like someone would steal a load of once white t-shirts. There were free chairs by the lost laundry notices that looked comfortable. So instead of his preferred nap, he settled himself on one of the nearby chairs next to a newer looking sign advertising a lost red hiking sock. As broke-ass college students, everything was preciously expensive, especially wool socks. Oh well, he decided, sucks to be that person and others who had lost things.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, grinning as he realized he had a message from you. He eyed your snapchat as it came through, eye lights sparkling with mischief. You were just about to finish a shift at the restaurant you were working at and you had snapped a picture of some sort of dessert that you had decorated yourself with what to be his face on it. You had even used a small chunk of pineapple to resemble his golden fang. The overall look was rather sweet and charming he had to admit. Chuckling, he snapped a quick photo of himself and captioned it, “Which looks better to eat though, Doll?” he could already imagine your face blushing as you read the message. Putting the phone away, he leaned back in the chair, pulling his dark jacket into a more comfortable position, sighing softly.

He was excited but surprisingly relaxed today. None of the anxiety that he had been battling the days prior had made an appearance – not that he was complaining. Perhaps it was because he had already taken care of almost everything? He had already secured reservations for tonight at the new restaurant in town that you had mentioned that you might want to try (after making sure that they were monster friendly). The table wouldn’t be ready for you guys until about an hour after the movie, giving you plenty of time to take a romantic stroll through town or grab a coffee from your favourite coffee shop, whichever you preferred. He hadn’t been able to purchase the tickets ahead of time, but it would be more fun to secure the seats there at the theatre together he supposed. For now, all he had to do is wait for the laundry to be finished, and then move it into the dryer.

The small ping of the washing machine woke him up. Yawning and stretching, Sans felt all the bones in his body pop. Ok, those chairs were not meant for napping. They weren’t that comfortable. Shuffling over to the machines, he reached into the washer and pulled out his t-shirts.

Only to find that his t-shirts had changed colours during the load.

Gone were the white t-shirts, gone were the grease marks and mustard stains. Instead, they were replaced with clean, fresh smelling pink t-shirts. Blinking rapidly, Sans looked through each piece of clothing. Yes, this was his load. These were his t-shirts…. But why were they…

He pulled a red sock out of one of the arms of the t-shirts.

Cursing, he placed the offending sock in the middle of the folding table and threw the rest of his wash into the drying machine. His jacket would cover most of the pink, he would just need to keep it closed. And it looks like that he was going shopping afterwards.

* * * * *

Sans teleported just outside the restaurant that you worked at, pulling the fur of his jacket up to hide the smallest hint of pink. Papyrus was working on the rest of the shirts now, putting them through another wash cycle with a small dash of baking soda. He made a new rule of checking all machines for lost and found items before using.

Still, Sans sighed softly, leaning against the building. Soon he would see you and all would be well. You and him had been planning this date for weeks now, there was always something that seemed to get in the way. Between school and the work schedules for the both of you, it was hard enough to sneak in a study session in the library. And now, there was nothing in your way.

“Hey,” your voice startled Sans, causing him to jump away from the wall. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when he saw you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, taking your change of clothes from you, “did you have a good shift?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Give me a moment to answer,” you told him before you walked over to the nearby recycling bin. Digging deep into your pockets you tossed more than a couple shiny pamphlets, and what looked to be a couple of business cards into the bin. “Ok. Now I’m ready to go. Does this theatre serve alcohol?” You sounded irritated.

Sans offered you his arm, still looking at the bin in confusion. “I mean, there is an option for that…” he said. “Or do you want to skip the movie and just go to the bar instead?”

Slinging your arm through his, you sighed but shook your head. “No, no… theatre first. Just… just a rough day.”

“Tell me about it,” Sans said, drawing you closer to him as he walked you down the sidewalk. Pink shirts could be ignored for now. Your day was more important than his.

Shaking your head, you smiled at him, resting your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked together. “Just same shit, different day,” you told him. “First, a couple businessmen came through and think that leaving me their business card with their phone number is a good replacement for a tip.”

Sans snorted at that, easily pushing the small tinge of jealousy that he felt. It was rather obvious that you weren’t interested in them. “Of course… Those who can afford to buy an expensive meal for themselves or for their friends or clients and do not have enough to tip you can clearly spoil you rotten should you guys date.”

Success. You giggled, gazing up at him with those wonderful green eyes of yours. “Oh yes. Clearly he has all the money in the world to show me all that fifty dollars and twenty-five cents can get me.”

Wrapping his arm around you tighter, Sans gave you a tight side hug. “I hear that is a fantastic view of his driveway.” He smiled as you laughed at it. Good. There was the you that he knew and…

Well. Fill in the blank later.

“But you said that those guys were first. What else happened?” Sans asked you.

You rolled your eyes. “Father Simon was in today. The shimmering grey BMW? Crisp, name-brand clothing on himself, wife and three kids? Heck, he even has a Rolex that he hides under his suit. Anyways, he and some of his followers came in today after the sermon. Between the twelve of them, they easily ordered a couple hundred dollars worth of food and drink. Came in preaching the good word, God and His Son shall save us and that we are loved. I enjoyed that part,” you said, looking at Sans. “It’s just when every single one of them refuses to leave a tip and instead only leaves a stupid pamphlet on how both my coworkers and I could be saved… well. You see where I am coming from.” Sighing, you scratched under your eye. “Because obviously I don’t need money for food or rent. Apparently, long-term salvation can take care of all my needs immediately.”

Sans opened the theatre’s door, letting you slide in first. “I’m sorry you had a rough day, babes. Hopefully, I can help make it better.”

Looking back at him, you shot him one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen. “Believe me when I say that it is already better.”

Oh, you knew just how to make his soul flutter. Pink shirts were forgotten now. You were all that mattered in his eyes. Gently squeezing your hand, he led you to the ticket counter. “Remember, it is my treat.” He said.

“You really don’t have to Sans. I don’t mind splitting the costs.” You smiled at him. He loved that, loved when your eyes met his… sent a tingle down his spine.

The acne-ridden, greasy haired teenager looked positively terrified of them. His eyes flickered between Sans and you, and then to the door, like he wanted to escape. “Am I that terrifying tonight?” Sans asked, turning towards him.

“Oh you always look intimidating,” you teased him, squeezing his hand, “but I’m more worried that he is one of those who distrusts monsters…”

The teenager gulped slightly as you guys came up to the counter. He looked pale, like he was about to pass out. “I… I… I should warn you…. that… that today’s paper was wrong…. The show times were for yesterday…. And weren’t updated… the… the current times are on the board now….” he shakily pointed to the board behind him, showing the times of the movies.

Sans looked up at the board and groaned. The times and movies had been changed in a very noticeable way. “Looks like we missed the last showing of the movie, sweetheart.”

Your face crumpled in disappointment. “Really? God damn it….” Sans hated that look on your face. He wanted to help but was unsure how. You guys could always try and come back another night for the movie, but who knew how long that would be. The teenager was still watching them, grease shining in the low light. The poor guy had probably already been screamed at more than a few times tonight for something that wasn’t his fault. “Well how about we see the other one we were thinking about? It starts in ten minutes.”

With a nod, Sans agreed. “We could always see it when it comes out on Netflix or whenever one of our neighbours buys it.” There, problem solved. Quick and painless.

The ticket master relaxed notably as he punched in your new order. “That would be ten dollars, please.” he squeaked.

Nodding, Sans dug his hand into his pocket before freezing. He could positively feel his bones freezing in horror. Really? After everything that had already happened to the both of you, this had to happen? You looked at him, confused for a moment before his horrified face started to make sense. You giggled softly, pulling out your own wallet. “Dutch it is.” You said, pulling out a bill and handing it to the worker.

Sans felt so ashamed at that moment. He knew exactly what had happened. By the door, right beside the key bowl, his wallet sat. Just so he wouldn’t forget to grab it when he grabbed his keys.

Looks like he would need to teleport home and grab that after the movie. After all, you couldn’t do Dutch on your first date! That just wasn’t right!

* * * * *

You and Red left the movie quietly, following the other patrons out. You guys were quiet, lost in your own little world, thinking about the movie. Red was slowly moving his head, trying to crack the vertebrae without scaring you. His previous nap in the laundry room was beginning to come back to haunt him as the movie seats had been less than overly comfortable.

“Well,” Red finally offered, feeling his neck give slightly, “that was… interesting? They had an… unusual plot to it. Really kept you guessing throughout the entire film.”

Bursting out into laughter, you gently whacked his arm. “Oh, come on. You can be honest with me. That movie was terrible! The trailers totally showed it to be some next generation science-fiction, the new era of the combining power of the human and technology. Not some desperate cash grab with a few A grade actors!”

Sans chuckled, relieved that you were of the same opinion as him. He wasn’t the best or most confident liar around. “Well now that you mention it, they had more green screens than a weather station.”

Laughing, you smiled up at him. “I’m glad to be here,” you said simply.

Sans couldn’t help the wince that came to his skull at your words. So far nothing was going right for the both of you. It was the wrong movie and it had been awful, and you had ended up paying thanks to him. “Hey now. Save those words until I take you out to eat,” he said, smiling quickly at you. You were going to say something else, perhaps argue with him, when he nodded towards the poor admissions worker. He was surrounded by a horde of angry patrons, probably looking for their money back. “Want to try and get your money back on a refund?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Poor guy is busy enough. Besides, his manager would probably give us free tickets at best, or at worst tell us that we sat through the entire movie. Already past some ‘money-back guarantee’ period.” As much as he wanted to disagree and try to get your money back, the skeleton had to admit that you had a point. The two of you would spend ages in line for next nothing. Sans watched as an older, bored looking gentleman finally came down to the area. Presumably the manager at last. “Ready to grab something to eat? I’m hungry. Popcorn didn’t fill me up.” On cue your stomach growled.

Smiling at you, Sans drew you close to him, preparing to teleport the two of you. “Ready when you are, sweetheart. Just let me grab my wallet first.”

* * * * *

The little side-trip took almost an hour to complete. Of course something as simple as ‘grab the wallet and go’ couldn’t be that easy. Not today of all days. Papyrus had decided to take advantage of Sans’ absence and do some needed cleaning around the little apartment and had moved his wallet, and then had left to study in the library. You and Sans had almost torn the apartment into its previous state of disarray until you had found his wallet… in the key bowl.

Sans grit his teeth, angry that it had taken so long and that he hadn’t noticed the wallet before. Nothing was going his way tonight. And stars, you were along for a ride now. If it had just been him, Sans might have just given up and gone home, napped for a week and then tried again. But no. Here he was, pulling you out to a shitty movie after your crappy day at work, and now you had to try and help him find his stupid wallet because he decided to leave that at home.

Your stomach growled, reminding Sans that the popcorn that the two of you had had wasn’t exactly the most filling of dinners. Pulling you close to him, wallet safe in his jacket pocket, he teleported directly to the restaurant. No time for anything else.

The restaurant was just about to give your table when the two of you guys appeared. The hostess rolled her eyes and sighed loudly when Sans had approached the stand. She had begrudgingly looked through her computer for Sans’ reservation (at least that had been done correctly). When his name appeared on the computer, she had reluctantly led the two of you to an open table. As she showed them around, Sans took in the restaurant The restaurant seemed to be decorated in an odd mixture of disco and Hawaiian. Frankly Sans didn’t know what they were going for, nor was he sure if this is how they advertised themselves. Perhaps it was the remains of his Fell nature, but Sans couldn’t help himself from looking wildly around, staring at everything. The waitress noticed his observations and rolled her eyes again. She placed the two of you in a small corner table, right next to the kitchen.

Great… this was not what he meant by secluded… Sans sighed back at the hostess, biting back his comments about her attitude. He opened his menu, peeking at you. Already you were pouring over the menu, reading carefully, your lips pressed into a thin line. Seems like you weren’t having the best time… wincing, Sans peered at his menu.

Only to be met with the smallest, most descriptive text that he could imagine. “Bloody hell,” he said, “I wonder if they wrote our textbooks.”

You let out a tiny giggle. “Would explain how our textbooks always seemed to give vivid food descriptions. Juicy hearts. Tasty love…” you snorted, smiling at Sans before returning your attention back to the menu.

Sans let out a relieved sigh. Well, you were still talking to him and cracking jokes. That was a good sign.

A waiter, dressed in the odd combination of a Hawaiian shirt and dress pants, approached the table. “My name is Jolly John but you can call me HOOOSIAH,” he yelled out, making the both of you jump, “and I will be your waiter today. Can I start you off with any drinks?”

The skeleton was tempted to order a bottle of mustard to drink, but, as the rest of the date was going ‘swimmingly’, he decided not to add his drunken ass to the mix. “Water,” he croaked out.

“Make it two, please. Also, what sort of oils do you use in your cooking?”

John made a note of your drinks on his little notepad. “I believe we use sunflower oil. The boss likes how it gives a different taste to the food. Makes it light, fresher… fills your soul with…”

“Perfect. Thank you.” you smiled at him causing John to hurry away. Right, you had that slight sensitivity to soybeans… Sans had almost forgotten about that. Luckily you knew the right questions to ask.

“Perhaps we should avoid drinking the water at all…” Sans muttered, looking back at the menu. Geeze, what would it take to order a simple hot dog or hamburger around this joint?

Your laughter reached him again, causing the sharp-toothed monster to smile. “Aw, be gentle Sans. He just enjoys his job. Hasn’t had the soul sucked out of him by the general public just yet.”

He couldn’t help the dopy look that crossed his skull. You really were perfect.

Jolly John returned with your water. It seems like he had decorated the rims of your glasses with a variety of tropical fruits. It looked like a Hawaiian goddess threw up. Sans stared at it, wondering how he was supposed to take a drink without disrupting the rest of the glass. It reminded him of Papyrus’ overzealous attempts at platting food. You had pushed the food to one side of the rim, allowing you to take a sip of it. “Are you two ready to order?”

“A couple more minutes,” the two of you said in sync, causing John to scurry away again. As the two of you poured over your menus, Sans’ decided to make his move. Slowly, Sans reached across the table to take your hand, gently squeezing it.

It took a breathless moment, but you squeezed back too. He couldn’t help the little stutter in his soul as you returned to soft pressure. Perhaps everything was going to be ok after all.

A few minutes later, Sans was looking for John again when he noticed that you seemed to be in some distress. You cleared your throat once, twice and then three times, growing more confused as you couldn’t remove the tickle from within your throat. Rubbing at your throat, you slowly began to look around. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”

Avoiding the obvious pickup line, Sans chose to answer honestly. “It is a little warm in here, but I think you’re the only flushed one,” he said, growing worried over your heating flesh.

John had come up to the table again. “Is everything ok here?” he had asked, looking between you and Sans.

“Have these fruits come into contact with soybeans or any by-product?”

John nodded. “My boss soaks the fruits in their water and…”

Shit… you were having an allergic reaction.

Sans reacted immediately. Getting up, he propelled himself around the table, grabbing hold of your hips and legs, somehow tossing your purse onto your lap, and teleporting into the hospital that was nearest to the campus.

* * * * *

The two of you were sitting on hard, pink chairs, Sans’ arm wrapped around you as you shivered. Upon teleporting the two of you directly into the hospital, your throat had closed up further, making it borderline impossible for you to talk. You had gasped and wheezed for breath, terrifying the nurses and the doctors that saw you appear. Luckily, Sans was there to answer their questions, explaining all that he possibly could to them as they wheeled you into a nearby room. Telling them about your sensitivity to soybeans and what you had come into contact with, and warning them that Advil tended to give you stomach ulcers.

You had made it just in time to the hospital as to not require an oxygen mask. Instead, they had shot you with an Epi-Pen, given you normal water to drink, and now had you under mandatory health watch. If you went into another allergic attack you would be hooked up to oxygen in a heartbeat and be given more allergy medicine.

But for now, it seems like the worst had passed.

“So…” Sans said, breaking the slightly awkward silence, “worst date, ever?” he asked slightly nervously. There was pale red sweat dripping down his skull and even the crack in his skull seemed to droop slightly.

Turning your head, you looked at him. “What do you mean?” You were still slightly pale, your voice weak, but overall, in good health.

Leaning back against the chair, Sans sighed. “Well, I forget my wallet, we see a terrible movie, almost miss our table and end up in the hospital at the end of it. Doesn’t seem exactly what you had in mind for our date.” He rubbed the side of his face, his eye lights down. “I seem to have bad luck with anything I touch. I would totally understand if you never want to see me again…”

You couldn’t help yourself. Laughter peeled from your mouth, causing him to jump and look over at you with a shocked expression. Your laughter sounded beautiful as always, like music to his ears. “Oh, Sans,” you giggled, wiping your tears from your eyes, “thank you. I needed the laugh.” He couldn’t respond. He stared at you, mouth agape. Smiling, you explained yourself. “All I wanted to do was spend time with you. Forget the shitty day at work, forget about school for a bit…” you flushed slightly. “Honestly, I haven’t seen any negatives with the day. All it has is made it more memorable for me…

“And I’m sure that you are never going to forget our first date either.” You smiled at him, watching the relief cross over his face.

Sans couldn’t help himself. Chuckling, he pulled you closer. “How about we call this the practice date, and, once I get my shit together, I’ll take you out on a real date. One without the restaurant that chooses to use fruit soaked in soybean water, a movie with real plot, and a wallet with real money in it?”

Giggling, you nodded. “I can agree to that.” Looking at his sharpened teeth quickly, you seized the front of his jacket, pulling him towards you. Giving him a short, very sweet kiss. “Just as long as you agree that that was our first kiss.”

Eye lights hazy and faintly resembling hearts, his cheekbones slightly pink, Sans stared dumbly at you. “Gosh damnit, here you are in a hospital, and it is my breath being stolen away…”

How he could spin such jokes in a heartbeat, you would never know. Resting your head on his jacket, you smiled. “It is a gift….” You explained to him. Grinning, he wrapped his arm tightly around you again, pulling you against him.

For a few minutes you sat in comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the emergency department. Nurses and doctors ran, papers rustling and machines were beeping. This was far better than any movie. “Sans? Do you mind if I ask you a quick question?”

“Go for it, sweetheart.”

“Why are you wearing a pink shirt?”

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Dirty Laundry--Sweet Pea & OC (Part Two)

Summary: October Addams is the new kid in RIverdale. She has no friends, no family, and a dark past she tries to keep hidden. But as she starts to make new friends with the South Side Serpents, secrets start to be revealed, and October isn’t certain that she’s ready to let them see the skeletons in her closet.

Warnings: language, mild violence

Word count: 4,434

Author’s note: So I thought I had finished this last night, but then when I started editing it this evening, I wasn’t happy with it. But after some tweaking I think it’s pretty good. Obviously it’s a lot longer than the previous chapter, and I’d like each chapter to be roughly this length going forward, but we’ll see what happens. Please let me know what you think! I love getting feedback, even constructive criticism. Constructive being the keyword.

Taglist: @the-greatt-perhaps @misskarynie

Part One

When the bell rang, signaling the end of first period, I gathered my things back into my bag and stood to leave.

“What do you have next?” Toni asked. I pulled my schedule out of my back pocket and we made our way into the hall.

“English with Caruthers.” I responded.

Toni frowned and nodded at Cheryl, “We have math. Sit with us at lunch?”

“For sure,” I smiled brightly. They walked off, leaving me alone with Sweet Pea. He smirked down at me. I turned on my heel, walking quickly away from him without a word towards my next class.

In a few long strides he had caught up and threw his arm around my shoulder. “Wait up, gorgeous, I’ll walk you to class.”

I shrugged him off forcefully. “No thanks, Soda Pop, I think I can find it myself.” I picked up my pace, trying to leave him behind, but he followed along behind me. I wished he could take a hint. I gripped my hands tightly around the strap of my messenger bag and tried to ignore the feeling of being watched.

I entered the classroom and headed straight for one of the empty desks in the back. Sweet Pea followed right behind, once again taking the empty seat in front of me. I glared at him. “Are you even in this class?”

“I am, actually.” His grin was gleeful. I rolled my eyes and pulled a notebook out of my bag. Soon Mr. Caruthers was walking past each desk, handing out paperback copies of Romeo and Juliet. As he set a copy on my desk, Sweet Pea was still turned in his seat, watching me intently.

Mr. Caruthers made his way back toward the front of the classroom and announced, “I want each of you to find a partner and pick a scene. You will all be performing whichever scene you choose for the rest of the class on Friday. Since we have an uneven number with the arrival of our new student,” I sunk lower into my chair as all eyes turned to me, “we will need one group of three. Please let me know which scene you’ve chosen by the end of the period so we don’t have duplicates.”

Sweet Pea winked at me. “Meet me at the Whyte Warm tonight at 8. We can run lines for the balcony scene.” I stared at him blankly. “Unless, of course,” he continued, his voice as smooth as dark chocolate, “you’d rather do the scene where Romeo and Juliet make out.”

Face unflinching and without breaking eye contact, I shot my hand straight up. “Mr. Caruthers? I prefer to work alone. Would it be alright if I did Mercutio’s Queen Mab monologue from Act 1, Scene 4?” Sweet Pea’s confident face fell slightly.

“Yes, that’s fine, Miss Addams,” Caruthers agreed. Sweet Pea pouted at me with big, brown, puppy dog eyes, feigning heartbreak. I sneered at him and buried my face in the text. I heard him chuckle softly before getting up and walking away. I glanced up at him only briefly, to see that he was talking to another boy a few desks away. Unfortunately he looked back over at me just at the same moment. Before I could avert my eyes, he caught my gaze, and winked again. I wanted to smack him.

When the bell rang, Sweet Pea was back at my side, picking up my bag from where it sat on the floor next to me.

“Hey!” I exclaimed. He walked out into the hallway and I hurried after him, gripping my copy of Romeo and Juliet tightly. He was waiting right outside the door. I grabbed for my bag but he jerked it out of reach, holding it high above his head. He was roughly a foot taller than me, and I wasn’t going to demean myself by trying to jump for it.

“What is your problem?” I demanded.

“Come to Pop’s with me tonight. I’ll buy you a milkshake.”

I hissed, “If this is your way of flirting, it’s not working.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he insisted.

“Not interested,” I snapped. “Give me my bag back before I hurt you.”

“Feisty. I like it.” He grinned down at me devilishly. I reciprocated with a look so filled with hate it would’ve made the devil run like a bat out of hell. He sighed and lowered my bag. I snatched it ferociously and stomped off.

After English I had Algebra and Chemistry, neither of which I shared with Sweet Pea it appeared. I relaxed slightly and took solace in my silent note taking, grateful that both lectures kept me from having to interact with my peers.

Soon enough the bell rang for lunch and I made my way back to my locker to drop off my bag. After grabbing a bottle of water and a pre-wrapped turkey sandwich from the cafeteria, I headed outside to the courtyard where Toni and Cheryl had said they would be.

I sat down next to a boy I hadn’t met yet who was also wearing a leather jacket with the South Side Serpent logo. He nodded at me in greeting.

“October, this is Fangs Fogarty,” Toni introduced. I tried to smile warmly, but was afraid it came out more grimace than anything.

“Is your name really October?” Fangs asked.

“Is your name really Fangs?” I countered.

“Touché.” I laughed as I began unwrapping my sandwich. I’m not sure why I was surprised when Sweet Pea walked up and straddled the section of bench next to me so he could look at me head on.

“Just can’t get enough of me, can ya, babydoll?”

“Oh my god!” I practically shouted in exasperation. “Can you just fuck off?”

“What’s the matter? I’m just trying to be friendly. They don’t call me Sweet Pea for nothing.” Cheryl and Toni rolled their eyes in unison and Fangs let out an amused snort.

“Is that what you call it? Because I would call it sexual harassment,” I snapped. I took a ferocious bite out of my sandwich and chewed angrily.

Sweet Pea clutched a hand to his heart in mock hurt. “Me? Never.” I opened my mouth to tell him off but Cheryl cut in.

“You should come hang out with us tonight, October,” she offered eagerly. Fangs nodded in agreement. “Mon cher is bartending, so you can keep me company.” Cheryl placed a perfectly manicured hand over mine. I pursed my lips and thought for a moment, side eyeing Sweet Pea and debating whether or not is was worth it to subject myself to more of his obnoxious, misogynistic behavior.

Toni noticed the look. “Sweet Pea will be on his best behavior. Won’t you, Pea?” She growled.

“Scout’s honor,” he promised. He drew an X over his heart with his index finger.

“That’s not—“ I started. I stopped and shook my head. “Yeah, okay. Where at?”

Fangs chimed in, “Whyte Wyrm. 8 o’clock!” I nodded and returned to my sandwich as the conversation shifted. They spoke of people and places I hadn’t heard of and, though they tried to fill me in and and include me in their discussion, I found myself zoning out, wondering if it wouldn’t be better if I got up and walked away. Did I really want to make friends here? I mean sure, everyone needed friends. And it couldn’t hurt to have some people to spend time with. But after what had happened before I couldn’t bring myself to let anyone that close to me again.

As lunch ended I stood from the table, lifting my leg over the bench and accidentally, though unapologetically, kicking Sweet Pea in the shin as I did so. I tossed my trash in a bin a few feet away and walked back into the school with the people I was trying to decide if I should call friends. And Sweet Pea.

I chatted quietly with Toni at my locker as I retrieved my bag for the next period, art. Fangs and Sweet Pea leaned against the lockers across the hall from us, absorbed in their own conversation.

As I slammed my locker shut I was approached by a guy in a blue and gold varsity jacket. He flashed a bright grin at me and placed a hand on my waist, pulling me close to him. Only halfway through my first day and I was already so sick of the boys in this school.

“Hey new girl,” he greeted. His voice was as slick as his dark hair. “Name’s Reggie.” I placed a hand on his chest and shoved him backwards. Toni was tense, beside me.

“Back off, Mantle,” she barked.

“Come on,” he whined at me, “ditch the Serpent scum and let me walk you to class.” He reached out and twirled a lock of my hair around his finger. I slapped his hand away, rage filling my belly like molten lava. I was about to snap, but I clenched my teeth and tried to brush by him without a word.

He grabbed my forearm roughly as I began to walk away. “Hey, I’m talking to you.” That was the last straw. I barely had time to register Sweet Pea shouting as he crossed the hallway. I swung my fist at Reggie’s face, colliding with his nose which began to spout blood down the front of his jacket.

As I turned around Sweet Pea was right behind me, eyes wide in shock, fists clenched tightly, ready for a brawl. He took a step towards Reggie, as if he wanted to finish him off. I scowled. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear,” I growled at him fiercely, ramming a finger into his chest, “I don’t need you, or anyone else, to fight my battles.” With a flick of my hair I stormed down the hall alone.

I wasn’t surprised when I got called into the office during my art class. I waited impatiently outside Weatherbee’s door, ready to defend myself against expulsion. The door opened and Reggie walked by, an icepack held against his face, eyes already rimmed in purple and black bruises. I tried to hide a smile, proud of my work, and entered the principal’s office.

I took my seat across from Weatherbee’s desk while he glowered at me. “Is it true you punched Reggie Mantle?” He inquired.

“He touched me inappropriately,” I said sharply. “I have witnesses.”

“Be that as it may, we have a zero tolerance policy for violence here at Riverdale.” I bit my lip in an effort to keep from rolling my eyes. It was starting to give me a migraine. “I’m willing to let you off with a warning this time, since you’re new, but don’t let me hear about this happening again, Miss Addams.” I nodded and stood to leave.

“One more thing,” Weatherbee called, stopping me in my tracks, “it’s been made apparent that you’ve been spending some time with a few members of the South Side Serpents. I would advise you to reevaluate your choice in companions. You have a lot of potential, Miss Addams. Don’t let your past corrupt your future.” I turned sharply on my heel and walked out without a word.

I made my way to the gymnasium for sixth period P.E. where I was given a standard set of gray athletic shorts with the school seal on the front left corner and a white Riverdale High athletics department t-shirt, along with the combination to a gym locker. There was an old hooded sweatshirt inside, leftover from the previous occupant. I changed amongst the other girls in the locker room and stowed my regular clothes in the locker beside the sweatshirt. I hadn’t thought to bring gym shoes and wasn’t given any, so I was forced to wear my combat boots which looked absolutely ridiculous.

The gym coach made us run a few laps to warm up before dividing us into four groups, two on each half of the court, to play basketball. As I joined my team on the court the door to the boys’ locker room opened and slammed shut as someone entered.

“You’re late,” Coach Wadell called. “Pick a team.” I turned to see who she was speaking to. Of course, it was Sweet Pea. Why was he always around? Was this school really that small? I knew immediately he was going to pick my team, and were unsurprised when he made his way over to my side of the court. Instead of joining my team on offense, however, he took up a position on the opposite team for defense.

Coach Wadell blew her whistle. “Addams, Keller, take point,” she shouted to me and the preppy boy I had met in the lounge this morning who was on the opposite side of the gym. She threw each of us a basketball. I began dribbling the ball at the top of the court and made my way towards the basket. Suddenly Sweet Pea was blocking my path. I turned away from him, trying to protect the ball and keep it away from his batting hands. I tried to find someone to pass to but no one seemed to be open.

“Why don’t you guard someone your own size, you oaf?” I bit.

“This is more fun, princess,” he chuckled. He moved closer to me, chest nearly pressed to my back. I could feel his breath on my hair. Frustrated and tired of his bullshit, I threw all my weight backwards, barely managing to stay on my feet as I knocked him to the ground.

“I’m nobody’s princess.”

Coach Wadell blew her whistle sharply. “Foul, Addams. SP, take your shot.” Sweet Pea made his free throw, sinking the ball directly into the hoop. The rest of the class period went much the same way, with Sweet Pea invading my personal space, and me throwing elbows at him to get him to back off. I could tell it was a game to him, which only made me dislike him more.

By the end of the period I was tired, sweaty, and pissed off. I quickly rinsed off in the cold water of the girls’ shower before changing back into my school clothes. I decided to take the old sweatshirt from my gym locker and shoved it into my bag. Though one of the other girls had offered to lend me her hair dryer, there was no time. I towel dried my hair as much as I could and tied the wet strands into a bun on the top of my head.

Seventh period history was uneventful. I sat next to Betty with whom I shared the class and studiously took notes. We chatted briefly after class as we walked to our final periods. She was a nice girl. The type of person I probably would’ve been friends with had I not come to Riverdale. But she made me uneasy. I knew she shouldn’t, but she was just so familiar. Too familiar. She was too much a reminder of my former life. She was a cheerleader. She had top grades. She was an overachiever. I wanted—needed—to distance myself from her as much as possible. For my own mental stability.

My last class of the day was study hall. As soon as I took my seat I pulled out my laptop and plugged in my headphones. I opened youtube and started searching for videos of the monologue I was to perform at the end of the week. As I pulled out my notebook to take notes, Fangs and Sweet Pea sat in the desks to my left. “That was badass.” Fangs said excitedly.

“What was?” I asked in a bored tone.

“You totally fucked up Mantle’s face!” Fangs grinned.

I shrugged. “He shouldn’t have touched me.” I paused. “Why are you even here? Betty said you guys usually duck out last period with Jughead.”

“Easy, Killer—” Sweet Pea started.

I flashed him an evil look, eyes bright, and hissed, “Do not ever call me that again.” My heart was beating fast and it took everything in me to keep the memories at bay. I breathed in deeply through my nose in an effort to calm my nerves.

He raised his hands in surrender.

“We don’t usually bother, but we wanted to congratulate you.” Fangs explained.

I shook my head. “But how did you know I’d be here?”’

“Fangs insisted on stealing your class schedule from the office during sixth,” Sweet Pea explained.

“I sweet talked the secretary lady. She thinks I’m pretty.” Fangs announced proudly. Sweet Pea patted his cheek fondly. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why did you steal my schedule, Fangs?” I asked with a smile.

“Well you see, October—if that is your real name—“ I cocked an eyebrow at him, amused. “We’ve decided to recruit you.”

“Recruit me into what?”

“The Serpents,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“And what exactly are these Serpents I keep hearing about? Some kind of school club?”

“Something like that,” Sweet Pea said, a wicked grin plastered across his face.

“We’re a gang—“

“A family, really—“

“Of bikers. You do ride, don’t you? Or was that not a helmet I saw in your locker earlier?” Fangs asked.

“Yes…” A biker gang? Really? I supposed it explained the leather jackets.

Sweet Pea swooned exaggeratedly, “I love a girl with her own bike.”

“Shut up, West Side Story.” I snapped. “Why do you want me to join your biker gang?”

Fangs answered, “Because you’re a badass.”

“Because you’d be perfect,” Sweet Pea offered.

“You’d fit right in.”

I pursed my lips, brow furrowed. “I don’t know. I’m not really the gang type.”

“We’re more than just a gang—“

“We’re a family—“

“So you said. I’m not really the family type, either.”

“Just think about it,” Fangs said. I nodded my agreement and placed my earbuds in my ears, finally returning to my work.

The halls were crowded as school let out, everyone in a hurry to grab their things and get the hell out of there. I pushed my way through the throng of students to get to my locker. I grabbed my helmet and a couple of textbooks and prepared to head out. Toni walked by then, lifting her hand in a wave.

“8 o’clock, October. Don’t forget!” She called, bouncing away. I waved in acknowledgement and headed for the exit.

Once home I set about doing my homework and making dinner. As seven o’clock rolled around I cleaned up and started touching up my makeup. My black lipstick had held up pretty well throughout the day with only one minor touchup after lunch. I wanted something fresher, though, so I wiped it off and applied a forest green metallic lipstick instead. I sharpened my eyeliner wings, added a little highlighter to my cheek bones and called it good. Then I took my hair out of its bun and ran my hands through it. It was mostly dry by now, damp only in the places where the air couldn’t reach it. The tight bun had left gentle waves in my hair and I decided to leave it down.

I opened my bedroom closet to find a change of clothes, peeling off my shorts and cropped hoodie, and throwing them in a corner of my bedroom. I shuffled through skirts, dresses, and tops of various materials before plucking out a gray plaid button up, a black fishnet top, and my leather vest. I chose a black bandeau bra and gray moto skinny jeans from my dresser and got dressed.

At 7:55 I slipped my feet into a pair of studded, scrappy biker boots with chunky three inch heels and tied the plaid button up around my waist before slipping out the trailer door into the night.

I arrived at the Whyte Wyrm a little after 8pm. It wasn’t much to look at—a dingy looking brown building with an awning above the door depicting a large snake next to the name of the bar. I pulled my Harley Davidson to the end of the row of motorcycles and removed my helmet. I quickly ran my hands through my green hair, shaking out the kinks, then pulled a compact from the black heart-shaped mini backpack I was wearing to check my makeup.

Once satisfied, I tucked the mirror back into my backpack and hung my helmet from one of the handle bars by its strap. I took a deep breath, and walked inside. It was dim inside the bar, a light fog of cigarette smoke blurring my vision slightly. There was a stage with two dancer poles on each end to the left of me, and a long bar to the right. There were tables and chairs scattered throughout. Across from the stage there was a pool table and an old Mortal Kombat arcade game.

The bar was busy, full of men and women in leather or denim Serpent jackets and vests. What was I doing here? I didn’t belong here. I didn’t need these people, didn’t need friends. Letting people in was only going to make it easier for them to walk away like all the others. I could feel the panic bubbling in my chest, constricting my airways and making my heart race. I was about to turn around and go home when Toni spotted me.

“October!” She shouted and waved me over to the bar. I was caught like a deer in the headlights. I could run, but that would probably only make things worse. I took a few deep, calming breaths, and walked towards the petite, pink-haired girl.

I took the stool next to Cheryl, who was sucking on a straw. She set her drink down and smiled at me brightly. “Well don’t you look… fitting.” I couldn’t tell whether or not this was a compliment, but I cautiously thanked her all the same.

“What’s your drink?” Toni asked.

“Whiskey and coke.” I answered. She pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf and started pouring me three fingers over ice. She topped it off with coke and slid it to me. I pulled off my backpack and started to reach for my wallet but she she shook her head.

“First one’s on the house.” I smiled in thanks and took a sip. Fangs and Sweet Pea joined us a moment later. Toni placed two beers on the bar in front of them. Sweet Pea leaned in closer to me than was necessary to grab his, close enough that I could smell the scent of motor oil and cigarettes on him.

“Glad you came, sweetheart.” He said sweetly.

“I’m not your sweetheart, Grease Lightning.” I snapped. “And I didn’t come here for you.”

“She came here for me,” Fangs pronounced, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Back down, leather-clad losers,” Cheryl interjected, “we all know she came here for me.” She flipped her long red hair over her shoulder like a shampoo model.

I laughed and nodded. “She’s right.” Fangs pouted and I ruffled his hair.

Sweet Pea slapped Fangs on the chest, “Pool. Let’s go.” Fangs grabbed my hand and pulled me along with them.

“Come on. You’re gonna be my good luck charm.” He called over his shoulder.

“Uhh, and why is that?” I asked.

He grinned. “Green’s my lucky color.” I laughed and let him pull me to the pool table, drink in hand.

I took a seat at a nearby table while the boys racked the balls and chalked their cues. Just before breaking Sweet Pea walked over to me, placing a hand on the back of my chair and leaning over me. “Kiss for luck?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I have a better idea,” I retorted, “Why don’t you take that pool cue and shove it up your—“

“Come on, Pea, just break,” Fangs called. Sweet Pea grinned down at me before returning to the table. He lined up his shot and broke the balls with a loud crack, sending the green 6 and red 3 balls into two of the corner pockets.

I watched as they played a couple of rounds, Sweet Pea kicking Fangs’ ass each time. Toni brought me my third drink of the night as they finished their third round of pool. Fangs handed over another twenty dollar bill while Sweet Pea grinned triumphantly.

Fangs collapsed in the chair across from me, sighing. “I’m done emptying my wallet for the night. You’re turn,” he said to me, slapping his hand on the table.

“And why would I do that?”

“What’s wrong, sweetness? Afraid to lose?” Sweet Pea called from the pool table.

“Are you seriously trying to goad me into playing pool with you?” I raised an eyebrow dubiously.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

“How about we make it interesting?” Sweet Pea asked, walking over to me. “If I win, you let me take you on a date.” There was a gleam in his eye as he said it.

I thought a moment, weighing my options. “Fine. And if I win, you leave me alone.” My eyes sparkled with fire. “No more pet names, no more hitting on me, and you stay out of my personal space.”

He stuck his hand out for me to shake. I took it. “Deal. I’ll even let you break.” I grabbed the cue from his hands, leaned over the pool table, and sent the white cue ball flying into the group of colored balls. Three different striped balls sunk into pockets. Sweet Pea’s jaw fell open.

“Oh shit!” I heard Fangs exclaim behind me. Toni and Cheryl joined us, curious about what was happening. I took my next shot, sinking two more balls. “Are you seeing this?!” Fangs shouted. I leaned low over the table, lining up my last shot. With a loud thwack the last two striped balls fell into pockets.

“Eight ball, center pocket.” I called, hitting the black ball into the exact pocket. I laid the pool cue on the table and walked back to the table where Fangs, Cheryl, Toni, Sweet Pea, and now several others had gathered, eyes wide and mouths agape. I threw back the rest of my drink and picked up my backpack.

“She’s like the lady version of Sweets,” Toni said to Fangs.

“Wh-what just happened?” Sweet Pea asked, confused.

I patted his cheek. “Stay gold, Pony Boy,” I said condescendingly.

As I walked out the door of the bar I knew every eye was on me.

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Day Four: Grace (Free Day)

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So I didn’t have anything prepared for today so I decided to upload a snippet from a fic I’ve been working on instead so hope y’all enjoy

Contains: escort! Yuuri, retired! Viktor,and awkward first dates, and divergent canon *****warnings for references to anxiety and depression******

The smell of the city washed over Viktor, even the rubbish and dampness being a refreshing change from his unwashed laundry. Car alarms blared and the rush of passing buses made the long fabric of his coat flare like the plastic bags sailing across the grey streets. He should have taken Makkachin with him; he was far behind on his walkies after all. It might also be nice as an ice breaker but if he went to get Makka now he'd be late (even then, most places had a no dog policy.

It didn't take too long to reach the restaurant, thankfully. Viktor, despite the aching in his legs, walked briskly, whether out of nerves or a strong desire to get this over with he didn't know. But he made it with five minutes to spare. He searched the space of the restaurant, feeling rather like a new kid at school looking for a safe table to sit at. What if he doesn't show up because he's knows how socially inept I've become? Viktor's brain unhelpfully interrupted but before he could follow that train of thought a man waved him over. From far away he was fairly nondescript but as Viktor walked closer, chest inexplicably tight, more details became apparent. He was slightly above medium height, dressed fairly plainly but nicely with a well-fitting dress shirt and straight, black trousers. He had a kind face with soft lines and contours, the kind that belongs in children's books, warm and welcoming. His eyes were inviting, a deep brown that reminded Viktor of chocolate cake scoffed down during childhood whilst his mums weren't looking. He had a soft, rounded figure and the warm smile he gave Viktor indicated he probably gave good hugs. The man had a understated type of beauty, not immediately obvious but present in the way the restaurant lights illuminated his eyes to a warm, melting honey hue and the natural rosiness of his cheeks the colour of rose tea. Were Viktor younger, he'd swish his fringe and flirt, probably say something silly that would earn him a flustered giggle. But Viktor wasn't young any more and he had about as much charm as a dead fish in his current mental state. He forced a smile and met the other man's gaze head on.

“Hi, I'm Yuuri,” he greeted with a disarming smile. How did this man go anywhere without people falling over him?

“I'm Viktor but I suppose Chris already told you that,” Viktor replied and immediately winced at how miserable he sounded. Man of the Year two years in a row and three official Playboy titles. Amazing.

“He did but still, good to know,” he smiled with such a natural charm that Viktor was almost jealous. He had to endure training by special publicity agents and a disgruntled Yakov before he properly learned how to construe his face into the right expression for the public. “...Are you going to take a seat?”

“Yes, yes, sorry, sitting down,” Viktor mumbled, sitting down and placing his hands stiffly in his lap. Be sociable.

Yuuri was wholesome. They had exchanged five entire lines of dialogue but Viktor could already tell. The pockets of his jeans revealed he carried tissues and even when he wasn't smiling his eyes sparkled. He shouldn't be bothering Yuuri with his presence; he refused to drag Yuuri down with him. Just smile and nod.

“So, do you have a job?” Yuuri asked.

“I work as a translator,” the lie poured out as smooth as butter. “It's mostly news articles into Russian.”

“Oh, cool. I take it you were born there then?”

“Yeah,” Viktor's heart clenched at the thought of home. He rang his mothers fortnightly but it felt like a decade since he had any meaningful interaction with them. “I moved here permanently two years ago.”

The waiter came over and asked for their drink orders which they quickly relayed. Yuuri chose a light drink whilst Viktor just went with whatever had the highest percentage of alcohol. Their drinks were promptly delivered along with their menus. Viktor restrained himself and forced himself not to just knock it down, taking timid sips. It helped ease his nerves and had him better prepared for their following conversation.

“What were we talking about? Oh yeah, immigrating. Yeah, I've only been here for a year myself,” Yuuri admitted, looking sheepish. “But I spent college in America so I didn't worry about having to learn English.”

“What did you major in?”

“Psychology, specialising in relationships and family. It's been surprisingly useful, though not in the way I think my professors intended.”

Viktor quirked an eyebrow.

“How so?”

“Ah, it's rude to talk about my other patrons when I'm supposed to be talking about you.”

The waiter interrupted them asking if they were ready to order. They quickly relayed their choices, both ignoring the starters and ordering their main dishes.

“I don't mind. As long as you're comfortable talking about it?”

“No, I'm fine with it. Quite a lot of my customers are quite lonely and I've become somewhat of a therapist.”

Viktor frowned. The few times he had to be a shoulder to cry on at best he had felt uncomfortable and at worst he had felt his intestines twist with crushing responsibility and being utterly useless.

“Isn't that...really exhausting?”

“Not really. I like being able to help, even if it is just making sure someone's not alone for a night.”

“Wow. I'd find that way too emotionally taxing.”

“Oh, yeah, it can definitely be a lot. At first it got a bit overwhelming but with my regulars it feels like helping out a friend. Obviously it differs from normal friendship but I know far too much about them to just be an acquaintance. I do get a paternal feeling for some of my customers I suppose, so that makes it easier to help out.”

“Doesn't a paternal feeling get a bit weird when you have to sleep with them?”

Oh my god, Viktor, shut up shut up shut up!!!!

“Ah, I don't sleep with my clients. I know that most escorts offer sexual services but it's not something that I'm personally comfortable with-not that I'm judging people who do! They're free to do with their bodies what they want to, it's just not the kind of service I give.”

“And what service is that?”

“Well, normally it's acting as someone's boyfriend. But a lot of times I'm someone to tell your infidelities to and then never have to see them again. I provide whatever role they want from me.”

“What role are you for me tonight then?”

Yuuri paused, thinking.

“A friend. Chris told me you had been feeling down.”

Viktor shifted.

“I don't really want to talk about it.”

“That's fine. Sorry for bringing it up.”

They were silent for a moment. Viktor returned to his drink, the alcohol burning his throat. And then, like the Prince Charming that he was, he spilled it all over his suit. Yuuri yelped, quickly grabbing napkins and floundering over to his side to soak up the damage but Viktor only laughed. I didn't particularly like this suit anyway, Viktor thought. Didn't even iron it tonight.

“It's fine,” Viktor reassuring, waving Yuuri away. “It was my own fault.”

“Are you sure?” Yuuri asked. “It looks expensive.”

Viktor hid a smile behind his hand.

“It's really fine. I can't believe what an idiot I am.”

“Once I was on a date and I was so nervous that I accidentally spilled scalding soup over my crotch-” Viktor hissed in sympathy, “-and then left because I was so embarrassed. Unsurprisingly, I never got a second date so really it could be worse.”

They had dried him up as much as they could with napkins. Viktor's suit clung to him awkwardly but it wasn't too uncomfortable.

“I can't imagine you doing something like that.”

“I used to be a very nervous person so really, that was one of my better moments.”

Viktor scrutinized him. His posture was straight but relaxed, limbs free of tension. Viktor couldn't imagine him ever being anxious.

“What about you, Viktor?”

Viktor liked the way Yuuri said his name, as if it was a fancy brand of wine.

“What about me?”

“What was the worst thing you've ever done on a date?”

He told me he loved me and I had a panic attack immediately followed by me sobbing so hard that someone called the police because they thought he was abusing me. But that didn't quite suit the tone so Viktor racked his memories for something else.

“So, it wasn't quite a date but it was very embarrassing. My somewhat-of-a-boyfriend at the time's parents had a very strict bedroom door open policy. But of course we found our way around it and his dad decided to come in at a very inconvenient time. We were on the sofa and there was the toilet door really close by so when he knocked I pretty much flew into the bathroom. Since there was no bin I decided to flush the condom down the toilet. Long story short when his parents tried to figure out why the toilet was blocked I was never allowed to come back to their house again.” Sorry, Chris.

Yuuri, bless him, actually blushed.

“Oh my god, I would have died!”

“Yup, fair to say it was pretty mortifying. I still cringe when I think about his mother saying 'at least you used protection.'”

Yuuri's laugh was a glorious, tinkling sound that Viktor wanted to capture and hold. He couldn't help but laugh along, the stretching of his cheeks feeling alien and strange. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he had properly laughed. He didn't want it to end.

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