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yengyangyo · 3 years

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berry | k.s.w

pairings: kim sunwoo x female reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers

summary: you are in denial that you have a crush on your own friend, kim sunwoo until he made you confess your feelings.

word count: 1.9k

note: i wrote this on sunwoo's birthday. its quite late to post it cs i kept on postponing it sksksk but yea this was inspired by sunwoo's berry. enjoy reading! xo

you had sunwoo on your mind for days that you are lacking of sleep. it doesnt sit quite right for you to have this 'romantic' feelings for your bestfriend. meanwhile, sunwoo is not helping you to clear up your mind at all. he's just always there beside you no matter what.

he'd wait at the bus stop just to go to class together with you in the morning even when you're running late. lunch time together is a must unless one of you had other plans. both of you are just stuck together anywhere you go.

so for once, you thought it'd be a good plan to avoid him today. you woke up early that morning to get to class and you texted sunwoo that you had a discussion with your groupmates. this went on for a few days, you were making excuses everyday but sunwoo believed you.

until he couldnt take it anymore.

you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket and you saw sunwoo on the caller id. you were hesitating to pick it up until you felt someone grabbing your wrist from the back, turning you around.

"found ya!"

sunwoo appeared in front of you with the brightest smile. you couldn't help but to feel happy and welcomed by him that you started smiling unknowingly. you get back to your senses seconds later and avoided his eyes.

sunwoo knew something was wrong when he saw your expression fell. he glanced at your phone that kept ringing. he ended the call and your phone went off too.

"why arent you answering my calls? are you still busy?"

you couldnt stand seeing sunwoo looking all gloomy and upset. you felt bad for ignoring him so you tried making up excuses again.

"oh yea i was about to pick it up. sorry,"

sunwoo pouted and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he's using his favourite perfume again today, you noticed. that scent happened to be your fav of him too. you felt weak and wanting to crawl into a hole or something.

"im craving chicken today. how about chicken and beer for dinner tonight?"

sunwoo turned his head at you, waiting for an answer. you looked up at him and his face was only inches away from you. you looked away, flustered. he had always been this way but only now you noticed how you felt about him which made it more awkward to be this close to him.

"i dont know, sunwoo. i'll have to check with my groupmates," you said, pretending to check your phone for your nonexistent messages.

"its friday come on. i havent hang out with you for days already," sunwoo whined and that made you laugh.

"alright but i get to choose where to eat,"

you chose the chicken restaurant near your neighbourhood where you both are regular customers there. the place was crowded with youngsters like the both of you, drunken with beer and chicken.

you were also getting tipsy from drinking. the first 30 minutes of the dinner went normal. asking how each other had been doing with the college life.

sunwoo sighed and rested his chin on his right palm. his eyes falters on you, searching for something. you looked away, feeling a bit burdened and transparent, because sunwoo knew you werent acting yourself these days.

"hey," he called you but you didnt answer and still avoiding the eye contact.

"hey look at me,"

you were startled at the warmth on both of your cheeks. sunwoo was cupping your cheeks to make you look at him straight in the eyes. you didnt know if this warmth was from his hand or from you blushing.

"what's wrong?" he asked. now his hand moved to yours, holding it tight. "you're avoiding me these days. do you think i didnt notice?"

silence fell between you two, just staring at each other. the guilt creeping up inside you and you didn't know where to start.

its the smallest gesture from him that create butterflies in your stomach.

that one time he opened the water bottle for you when he saw you struggling and saying that you're such a baby. his laughter filled the room when you frowned at the remark. you know how much he loves annoying you and in the end he always made you laugh too.

on rainy days, he'd always share the umbrella with you and keeping you close to him so you wouldnt get drenched. sometimes he'd gently rub your arm so you wouldn't get too cold.

sometimes he'd call you names like how boyfriend and girlfriend do, jokingly. though, you somewhat enjoyed it and played along. pretending to cringe but actually was flattered by him.

at this moment, your hand in his, eyes boring into each other, you just want to scream at him how much you love him.

you smiled in defeat and pulled back your hand.

"there were just so many thoughts going on my mind lately, sunwoo. im so sorry,"

he didn't question you any further and he nodded his head.

"whatever it is youre thinking, i just want you to know i'm always here for you,"

you smiled, this time sincerely at him.

"you always are sunwoo. i appreciate that,"

he smirked, "after all, i am the best that you got,"

you rolled your eyes and gave him your disgusted face.

"so are you gonna tell me what's bugging you?"

"i think i like someone. he's just always running round in my mind these days,"

you didnt know where the courage came from to blurt out that out of your mouth. sunwoo who was halfway shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth, stopped. he put it down and looked at you, doubting himself if he heard that right.

"i couldnt stop thinking about him. that pretty much explains that i like him right? or is it just my mind playing games with me?"

you swore you saw his face fell for a second but he went back to the usual sunwoo after that.

"does he know about your feelings?"

you shrugged, "nah. im still trying to find out what i really feel about him. should i tell him?"

sunwoo didnt say anything and chugged down his beer until its empty.

"yea why not," he answered simply. "he must be really lucky to have you,"

you laughed, "i havent done anything yet. there's a possibility that he'd reject me too anyway,"

its funny how you talk about this like its some stranger to sunwoo when you are talking about him. you felt light hearted a bit after letting that out.

"who'd reject you?" sunwoo said while playing with that piece of chicken, not looking at you anymore. "you're pretty and fun,"

you raised an eyebrow, wondering if you heard that right. he was still poking the chicken with his fork, eyes hazy and lips pouting.

"so you're not gonna tell me who is this guy you have a crush on?"

"you'll find out soon,"

sunwoo offered to walk you home though you kindly told him he didn't have to. he insisted and now you are walking beside him. he was suddenly quiet after the conversation you had with him.

"is that why you're avoiding me? because you have a crush on this guy?"

he asked, hands in his pockets, eyes looking forward. you looked at him, feeling a bit weirded out by his cold tone.

"no... okay maybe? i dont know. i just needed some time to myself,"

sunwoo fell quiet again for the rest of the walk home. when you reached the front gate of your house, you looked back at sunwoo. he looked like he was upset. you walked up to him and pat his side.

"hey thanks for walking me home. i'll tell you everything when i'm ready okay?"

sunwoo didnt say anything and you turned around to get out of that awkward moment.

"no i'll tell you everything right now okay? hear me out,"

you stopped in your tracks and facing him in confusion. he was pacing around, his hands are restless in his pockets.

"before you confess to him i guess i have to make a move on you first," sunwoo said, this time he raised his voice. "this is why people are saying we should always tell what we feel before we regret it and i dont want to regret it but i think im too late,"

you are worried at him. he looked like he was about to break down right in front of you. you wanted to comfort him but you didnt get what he's trying to say.

"sunwoo, i dont understand. what is it?"

sunwoo stopped pacing around and stopped directly in front of you. you swore you saw his eyes tearing up and you wanted to cry too. you thought, the alcohol has made both of you emotional.

"i like you,"

you both felt like the world is weighing down. it was as if the time has stopped for you two. you were staring at each other in disbelief.

"i know you like someone else and i shouldve told you sooner. i kept on putting back my feelings behind," sunwoo halted, gasping for air. "im too late now but i have to tell you this,"

"sunwoo-"

"i dont care who he is. but i want you to know that you deserve of love. you kept on telling yourself you dont deserve anyone. you know how badly i want to tell you that im here? i want to love you," sunwoo was practically shouting at this point. he sighed, "shit im already am in love with you,"

at those words, your tears came streaming down like crazy. you've never seen him cry but tonight he looked beautiful even when he's crying. you lurched forward and wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face in your neck and you felt his warm tears on your skin.

"im sorry. i just wanted to let that out after keeping it for so long. this is the worst timing huh?" he murmured under his breath.

you shook your head and laughed. you let go of the hug first and cupped his face in your hands. teary eyes staring at each other.

"sunwoo its you,"

"what?"

"i love you too,"

you closed the distance between the two of you, kissing him for the first time. that caught him off guard but then smiled in the kiss. it was sloppy but sunwoo is for sure leading you well at this. you both craved for this for a long time already. you were still crying of relief and touched by his confession.

"you should've told me before i start crying like an idiot," sunwoo looked down at you, smiling with his swollen eyes.

you laughed at him and you snuggled more into his embrace not wanting to let go too soon. you realized how much you miss him after those dreading days of ignoring him. he rested his chin on your head while gently patting you.

"im sorry ive been ignoring and denying my feelings for you,"

"its okay. thank god we actually like each other though," you both laughed at the same time and you havent felt this happy and giddy before.

"so i can actually call you my baby now?" sunwoo asked smirking at you playfully, knowing how much you hated it before.

"that's still cringy but sure, babe,"

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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29. Sweet, sexy and practically fainting

Prompt used- Tickling the other one | implied smut |

" okay stop being a damn beauty queen draco and step into the waters, nothing's going to bite you " pansy rolled her as she looked at Draco through her sunglasses over the bridge of her nose

"I love your determination to send me there but I'm good with sitting here and tanning myself. Besides look at the boys, they've gone absolutely wild " draco sighed as he leant down backward on the sheets, bathing in the sun.

" well I'll go in the waters " Hermione announced as she dropped her robes and walked ahead to the waters.

" see even she went and she's the most uptight women I know " pansy said as she too laid back on the floral sheets

" thought she wasn't so bad anymore " draco said with his eyes closed

" she's great but I'm just saying so you'd actually get up and go into the waters " pansy replied

" nice try pans " draco sighed.

" you guys aren't joining ?" A familiar voice asked besides them. Draco opened his eyes and leant on his elbows to see Harry now standing in front of them

" nah, I'm good being here " draco replied narrowing his eyes because of the sun. Pansy too nodded without looking up at harry.

" well if that's what you want " harry shrugged and started unbuttoning his shirt.

" Ron said waters great, I wouldn't miss it " harry grinned as he dropped his shirt on the sheets and walked away into the waters, letting draco watch him as he walked away.

" just go join him for fucks sake draco" pansy rolled her eyes

" why aren't you going?" Draco rolled his eyes at pansy. She took off her glasses and looked at Draco " because baby, queen never works in the crowd " and with that Draco broke into a fit of laughter.

" I'm sorry but queen " Draco mimicked her voice still cackling to death.

" what's so funny ?" Blaise asked as he started drying off himself.

" nothing, just his renowned self still laughing over an abysmal joke because of the inability of his brain to comprehend when to stop " pansy rolled her eyes

" do tell him pansy, I'm sure even his brain would stop comprehending when to stop " draco chuckled as his laugh started dying out. He glanced behind Blaise into the waters to watch harry rising out of the water, pushing his wet hair back.

" ahem " pansy cleared her Throat smirking at Draco knowingly.

" shut up " draco rolled his eyes at pansy, blushing lightly but he allowed himself to believe it was the sun. And he fell back into the sheets again.

They soon heard someone coming back, mumbling something on their way back something about not getting that thing in her hair. Draco looked up again to find Hermione and Ron joining them, drying off their bodies with towels.

" why aren't you coming ?" Suddenly harry asked appearing out of nowhere ruffling his hair to get rid of water

" eh, I like it here " draco expressed and tried to lay back but harry grabbed his wrist and practically threw him over his shoulder and carried into the waters.

" PUT ME DOWN POTTER " Draco bellowed trying to wiggle free from Harry's grasp

" oh- you want me to put you down-well-"

" don't you dare, harry- no- not the wate- augh " and draco was dropped into the waters as harry cackled looking down at Draco. He gave harry a scowl before he pulled him down too and tickled him.

" for- Merlin- I can't breathe " harry laughed as he fought for air

" yeah- should've thought about it before dropping me into the water " draco raised his eyebrows as he tickled harry further on his bare stomach.

" fuck- staph- I swear- draco please- " harry kicked the empty water almost dying out of laughter

" say you're sorry" draco commanded but harry shook his head until Draco tickled him harder all over his body making him beg draco to stop.

" fu- fuck- fine- sorry- won't-" and with that Draco took his hands off Harry's body. He rolled over in the water, Peeking his head out for air until he gave draco a sinister grin and pulled him under the water's again.

They spent the rest of their time on the beach laughing and rolling in the waters, splashing at each other and making fun of how their hair looked.

" you got Sand in my hair harry" draco groaned as they walked back to other who immediately stopped talking as soon as they came.

" what were you guys talking about ?" Harry asked as he picked up his towel and started drying off his hair.

" nothing, Just talking about tonight's party in the hotel " Blaise smirked. Draco frowned knowing exactly that he lied but Decided to not call him out just yet.

" what time is it ?" Draco asked as he too dried off his hair.

" I think around 8-ish. I might run a bit late, this maniac got Sand in my hair " harry rolled his eyes nudging draco.

" hey- you have a bird's nest. Do you even know how Long it would take for me to get rid of this beach smell alone, let alone the sand " draco rolled his eyes as he casually playfully hit harry over his arms.

" well I was just making you have some fun and you can't deny- you had fun " harry teased

" I was just glad a sea urchin didn't bite me " draco rolled his eyes

" keep covering it all up- anyways- I'm gonna go run back to hotel to get something to eat then meet you all at the party, how does it sound ?"

" sounds good to me " draco frowned. They all nodded at harry, Ron and harry deciding to go with him.

" harry, wait " draco stopped harry

" what ?"

" nothing- you just got a leaf in your hair " draco pulled out a leaf from the back of Harry's head and showing it to him. Harry gave him a sweet smile before thanking him and left.

As soon as harry had left the first thing he heard was laughter, from his friends.

" could you crush anymore over him ?" Blaise laughed

" whatever " draco rolled his eyes blushing and collected his stuff " both of you, die in hell " he pointed at his friends who were mimicking draco and harry and making kissing noises. Scowling draco left the presence of his friends. They were assholes, even if they were right.

After draco had finally taken a long shower and eaten something, he got dressed in his red floral shirt after much retaliation and black pants, he left for the party by 9.

He immediately grew morbid at the amount of people were at the party but this trip was supposed to be for having fun, take a few days away from their work life and so draco made himself adjust to the party and soon enough found his friends chatting by the bar.

" ooh is the Slytherin in red for the gryffindor who took away his heart " pansy teased

" seriously grow up, I wore it because I liked it" draco sighed

" I believe you honey- a glass of champagne and sex on the beach and a gin for the boy " Pansy told the guy behind the counter who nodded immediately and prepared the drinks

" but I don't wanna drink-"

" think you would If you'd see that " pansy pointed to the centre of the dance floor. At first draco didn't notice anything unusual until he saw harry, and not just harry, harry talking with someone, no laughing with someone. A silent jealousy fueled inside draco.

" I don't care- he's at perfect liberty to dance with whoever he wants- as long as I care- that guy's too tall for him " draco turned around and sat down facing the bartender.

" if that's the case then- hi harry " pansy immediately squealed.

" you won't believe, that guy is literally just so perfect for me pansy- thank you so much for setting me up with him- gosh- thanks for the drink " harry excitedly informed, took draco's gin, straight up drank it and left.

" you- you've got to be kidding me- you set him up " draco clenched his jaw at pansy

" don't worry. I know exactly what I've done. Have your drink draco " and with that they spent the larger part of the evening drinking, despite draco's initial rejection, he was drinking awful lot that he had lost the count.

" draco- alright that's enough- drinking won't make it go away " pansy sighed as he pushed away draco's drinks.

" what's up with him? Draco you fine ?" Harry asked as he returned for the fifth time now.

" oh- I'm absolutely smashed it's feels great- have fun with Georgi " draco slurred giving him a lopsided smile

" well it's Joe "

" right- Joe- have fun " draco smacked his hands against the counter.

" woah- "

" I'll take care of him Potter- you go " pansy sighed

" you- you knew and you set him up- why ?" Draco whined almost losing his balance on the stool.

" I- lemon please- I didn't set him up that way alright- you've got nothing to worry about " pansy told him

" nothing to worry about ? He's dancing with another man - " hiccup " how could you ?"

" draco- control yourself- here drink this " pansy pushed a drink at Draco. He looked at the drink wryly before bottomed up and let it have a tingling effect on him.

" better ?" Pansy asked. Draco burped internally before nodding. Feeling a little sober, draco turned to look at harry dancing with Joe again making something clench inside him.

" I have to go-" draco suddenly jumped off the stool

" go where ?" Pansy asked worrisome

" harry. If I don't go now, I will never "

" but-" but he had already made his way into the dance floor and towards harry. He sharply walked towards harry, not thinking even for the slightest what he'd do when he faces him but all he knew he needed to go to harry. He needed to.

And so when he reached harry with Pansy yelling behind him to stop, he grabbed his wrist and turned him around.

" draco- " but Harry's words were caught in his tongue when Draco pressed his lips against harry's and let it devour the taste of gin on Harry's lips. He pulled away as in asking for if harry wanted to step away but everything was happening too fast that harry didn't had time to refuse and pressed his lips against draco's. If jealousy made draco kiss him so phenomenally then harry wanted him to do this everyday because in that one kiss, that one sexy, mouth devouring, passionate kissing, draco hadn't missed an opportunity to make Joe cringe and leave.

" wo- jeez, just inform the next time before you do this " harry smirked against draco's lips, his hands in draco's hair.

" well there wasn't much time but I inform you now " and with that Draco kissed him again with the same passion just more lust as if it was the end of the World and if Draco didn't kiss him how, he never will. In the hot steamy crowd, draco pressed his body more against harry, his hands roaming Harry's chest, making harry moan when Draco lightly brushed over one of Harry's nipples.

" fuck- draco- let's go to the room " harry sighed against draco and immediately grabbed his wrists and lead the way towards his room, but it was more makeout than steps taken. They had to stop at each floor to kiss as if it was an appreciation for reaching this far without pounding on each other.

When they finally reached Harry's room, they wasted no time in making the make out session more cardinal with lust and intensely passionate. The room filled moans as harry pressed draco against the door, feeling draco's boner pressed against harry's thighs. Without thinking, draco started fumbling with the buttons on Harry's shirt until he stopped him.

" you're drunk draco" harry said, a sudden guilt washed over him and he stepped away " fuck- you're drunk- we can't " harry pushed his hair out of his face.

" so what ?" Draco whined closing the distance between them once again to kiss him again but harry stopped him.

" Merlin- draco I've waited long enough for this- but this isn't how I want it to be- I want to take you, need you, god do things to you but not this way"

" then take me harry, I'm all yours" draco whined. Harry chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against draco's forehead.

" say this in the morning and then I promise I'll take you just how you want me to " harry whispered smiling. Draco sighed but didn't bring it up again and soon enough draco fell asleep in Harry's bed.

And as said, the next morning draco woke up and as promised harry had him exactly the way Draco wanted, sweet, sexy and practically fainting.

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yakocchi · 3 years

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2021 Anniversary Event Ministories // Count

this post contains 2 ministories: the 4th Anniversary Collection Event (Loved So Much, I Go Breathless) and the 2021 Election Collection Event (Deep Night)

o hey it’s me why did i sandwich two honestly-unrelated stories? bc i can!! actually it’s bc i feel lame when i post too much. which goes against how you’re supposed to use tumblr…. but no one ever said i was good at this

anyway, they serve similar purposes. The Election Event is supposed to be a sort of Anniversary Event, while the..… Anniversary Event is named that. the Count did not!! have a scenario Anniversary Event this year (that was apparently reserved for the top 6. sad but makes sense) so yea, make do w/ this

The Election Story is an AU where the characters are hosts of a host club. which…. not my thing but w/e, maybe some of u like that stuff The Anniversary Event on the other hand is supposed to be in-line with canon. results in corny SHIET but i like corny shiet. like the vlad one has them buying mugs (? thats a thing in the 19th century, corny mug shit? #1 best vampire mug? bruh)

in event chronology, the anni event was way before the election one but i put the election one first here cuz it’s longer (bc i included the prologue)

Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)

Deep Night // Prologue + Count

⋆ didnt screenie anything for the prologue cuz LAZY. just imagine the dumb black shirts they made some poor intern edit on photoshop, thats p much it

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One city night, the year 20XX—

[Kara]: “Survived another week of hard work, me… haah,” (I finally have the day off tomorrow. It’ll be okay if I let loose a bit tonight, right?) When I was worn out from the monotony of everyday life, I would head over to a certain place for comfort and thrills. And that establishment was—

[Napoleon]: “Welcome to Club Deep Night.”

[Arthur]: “Ah, it’s Kara. You came to see me, right? ‘Been waiting.” [Isaac]: “Hold up, Arthur; she doesn’t come here just to see you, no?” [Dazai]: “Ooh, Isaac; a Host’s jealousy isn’t pretty, you know?” [Dazai]: “Well then, Toshiko-san; Your pick tonight— Wha – is me? No, no, it’s an honor. This will be a night of blinding sensuality very soon—"

[Isaac]: “She hasn’t picked anyone and you’re already going full steam ahead. —And her name isn’t Toshiko.” [Arthur]: “Right, right; Don’t hang with some guy who can’t your name right, Kara— My princess.”

As soon as I entered the club, a smile appeared on my face as a battle of charms began in front of me.

[Napoleon]: “Sheesh… every last one of these rascals are thrilled. Sorry that they’re being so noisy.” [Kara]: “No, no! Whenever I come here, it’s fun and even perks me up.” [Vincent]: “Really? If I’m to be the source of your high spirits, then I’ll make it even livelier in here.” [Vincent]: “I’ll build the champagne tower, and prepare the call!” [Theodorus]: “Hey, Hondje— Hurry and pour the champagne. It’ll be to give gratitude to the angel that’s landed on this city tonight.” [Theodorus]: “If you can be a good girl, I’ll tease and spoil you to bits.”

⋆ in host clubs, there’s a thing called a champagne call. the customer buys some very expensive bubbly, and all of the hosts gather round her table to chant, sing, w/e i was curious on how the localization handled theo’s dog nickname for MC (like 駄犬) cuz if they did a straight translation (mongrel, mutt, etc.), i feel like the western audience would hate him lul. glad they found smth

Everyone tries to entertain me, and in a single moment, their sweet words make me forget about my ordinary life. (It’s nice that everyone is so lively; but shouldn’t I go pick someone for tonight…?)

Troubled about it, arms then suddenly wrapped around my waist on both sides, causing me to cry out. [Faust]: “How long do you intend to go down one by one like that, keeping us men waiting?” [Faust]: “Come on— Please pick someone, and quickly. I can’t say... that I don’t know who you should be choosing.” [Charles]: “Ugh, there goes the cunning Doctor. I wanted to be picked by her, and now you’re doing all this.” [Charles]: “Hey— Pick me, Kara. I’ll do things to you that’ll make you feel good, utterly euphoric...” [Sebastian]: “Stop the Sexy Time. Even though you are a host, please show some restraint within club walls, Charles.” [Sebastian]: “...There being so many rivals vying for Kara’s nomination, is a nuisance.”

[Jeanne]: “If I do things that will make her feel good, will she be thrilled?” [Mozart]: “Jeanne, it’d be a good idea to not emulate what you just saw.”

⋆ “Stop the Sexy Time” is transliterated into kana, so it felt wrong to potentially change it. yes the cringe was not made by me this time. surprisingly also, this is something that gets a bit lost in translation: Charles and Jeanne both use yorokobu, in which the most common meaning is to be pleased, feel joy, etc. however, they use diff kanji which have diff connotations. Charles uses one that’s more abt physical joy (like a massage... or uh u know), while Jeanne uses one that’s more abt emotional joy (like seeing a friend u haven’t met with in a while). it’s supposed to show how dirty minded charles is while jeanne is precious LOL

[Mozart]: “Kara, come over here. You deserve to receive much finer hospitality... So, from me.” [Jeanne]: “If you pick me as well, then I’ll do my very best. Kara, won’t you come with me?” (Urgh- it’s getting more and more impossible to pick just one of them...!)

…

A bit farther away from everyone else, in the backroom— two men were exchanging words with each other: [Shakespeare]: “The moment Kara arrived, everyone became so animated.” [Shakespeare]: “She’s a mysterious one, to be able to draw us masterful hosts towards herself.” [Leonardo]: “Mhm, every single grown man is desperate to get the sweetheart’s attention. [Leonardo]: “Well... maybe I should turn desperate too, hm?”

And in the owner’s quarters, there were also men watching Kara through the club monitors. [Vlad]: “That girl…” [Count]: “You mean Kara? She started frequenting this place a little while ago.” [Count]: “For some reason, I’m always interested… in who she picks each time.” [Vlad]: “Looks like you care quite a lot about one specific customer, dear Owner.” [Vlad]: “Kara… hm?”

…

[Napoleon]: “Regardless, all of the hosts here like you way too much. —To be honest, it makes me anxious.” [Kara]: “Huh-?” (Anxious… as a host? Or… as a man?) His words, honeyed with sweet temptation, made my heart race. His smile then deepened: [Napoleon]: “—Well, Kara; Who’s your pick tonight?”

(End of Prologue)

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(Count)

[Count]: “So you’ve come, Kara. I’ve been waiting, you know.” I had paid a visit to the host club I always go to, and was invited to the owner’s quarters for some reason.

⋆ how is he still a Count in this AU lul. like yea nobility still exists, but it’s… strange, esp. if someone of nobility is openly running a host club

(Being called up here by the owner… this is the first time that’s ever happened.) I couldn’t come up with a reason why I was the only customer summoned here.

[Count]: “It’s not anything to be nervous about; I just wanted to hear something from you tonight.” [Count]: “You come here often, but you pick someone different every time.” [Count]: “Is there no one here that meets your expectations?” [Kara]: “My expectations?” [Count]: “Mhm. Being unable to satisfy our customers’ needs is an alarming matter.” [Count]: “If none of my kids happen to be your type, I’d like to hear what kind of things you seek.” [Kara]: “N-No… it’s not that none of them are my type;” [Kara]: “It’s just that everyone here is so wonderful, so I can’t pick only one of them.” [Kara]: “They’re cool, kind, great at conversation, and entertain me…” As I thought about the hosts who had surrounded me at the tables up to this point, I voiced my feelings honestly. I then recalled the words the Count had said just a moment ago, and felt a slight discomfort in my heart.

(I’m being honest when I say that I can’t choose between such amazing hosts. But…) (I also think it’s certainly true that “what I seek” is a bit different from them.) (The one I desire is more…) I shifted my eyes to the Count standing before me, and he responded with the composed smile of a mature adult. I was captivated by him at first glance, as a scent of danger seemed to drift from deep within that smiling face.

(But— As the owner himself, the Count’s not going to service a customer, of course…) Regretful, I dropped my gaze— Before I realized the Count had walked over to me. Cradling my chin in his fingers, he turned my head up so I face him.

[Count]: “Contrary to your words… your eyes say that there is something you desire.” [Count]: “Your indecisiveness stems from wanting more stimulation, is it not?” [Count]: “Like this, for example—"

He suddenly pressed his lips to mine. Shocked, I tried to pull away— but the Count gripped my waist in place. He then drew me in closer as if to prevent escape, changing angles countlessly as he took my lips. [Kara]: “Nn-… Don’t. I can’t pick you, the owner, as my host, so…” [Count]: “That unsatisfied-looking face of yours deeply bothers me.” [Count]: “I’m retired, but if you wish it so... For you, I’m willing to make a comeback tonight.” [Count]: “Well, now… go ahead; make your choice?” As if to seduce me, the gleaming gold eyes in front of me radiate this allure. With that, I felt that he could see through the lustful desires that lied within the recesses of my heart, and my body shivered with a subtle numbness. (I’ve never felt this way before.) Wondering what kind of stimulation he would give, I wanted to be toyed by those fingers, those lips… These emotions muddled within me.

(I think the person I’ve wanted all this time... was you from the beginning.)

[Kara]: “Count— Tonight, I’ll have you…” [Count]: “To be chosen by you, is an honor.” [Count]: “I promise to sate your thirst this evening.” [Count]: “—Give yourself to me.”

⋆ or “you can entrust all of yourself to me” if u want smth more awkward but more faithful to the original text

A fervent kiss rained down on me as if to fill what I had been deprived of,

and the night that would far exceed the stimulation I had desired, had just begun—

FIN

⋆ u kno, i did try making the characters sound more 21st century in this AU. but at the same time, the count probably wouldnt be the type to say yeet (aka a useless person) so idt it showed that much

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Loved So Much, I Go Breathless // Count

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Inside a swaying carriage, the Count sat across from me. Staring at me fixedly, he then gave a deep sigh. [Count]: “You are astoundingly beautiful tonight, Kara. —It was good to have left the manse like this.” [Count]: “If we had traversed the streets by foot, then I would have surely faced difficulty in having to shake off the men charmed by you.” [Kara]: “Ah-… D-Don’t play around like that, please.” [Count]: “I’m being completely honest, you know. —Well, if someone were to come near you, I wouldn’t let them lay a finger on you anyway.”

⋆ he says something closer to “those are my true thoughts, without a single lie” but that’s going too far in my arbitrary rules of “does this sound like smth ppl actually say” so whee

(J-Jeez; He always acts like this…) Wanting to mislead my pounding heart, I hastily changed the subject.

[Kara]: “Um… Where are we going tonight?” [Count]: “Oh my, did you forget? Today’s the anniversary of the day we met, of all things.” [Kara]: “Of course I didn’t forget. It was the day I changed my own fate, and met you— A day I cherish so very much.” [Count]: “It’s the same for me; And it’s precisely why we’re going to a place where I may reaffirm my love.” (“Love”…?) When I tilted my head, the Count gave a meaningful smile, saying nothing more.

With that—

The place the stagecoach had arrived, was a church I recognized. (This is… the place where we had confirmed our love for one another.) The Count took my hand before we entered, the moonlight silently illuminating the unoccupied altar.

[Count]: “I have decided from my heart— that on this day, and on every day we call ‘our anniversary’—" I shall proclaim my vows to you once more.”

[Count]: “Kara— This is my oath of eternal love to you.” Before the altar, the Count kneeled before taking my left hand, dropping a reverent kiss on my ring finger. [Kara]: “nh- Ah-…” A sweet numbness ran from my finger, and my heart skipped a beat.

[Count]: “The time I spend with you, is filled with a dazzling brilliance.” [Count]: “—Filled to the point where I believe those centuries I had of embracing nothingness, came to be for the purpose of being able to meet you…” [Count]: “If you would allow it— For the future to come, with you by my side, I shall continue to swear such (to you).”

[Count]: “And thus, I wish that one day, I shall become one with you. —That is the greatest happiness I seek.”

He then rose to his feet, embracing me as if to envelop me whole. With my cheek pressed against his chest, I could feel his heart beating as fast as mine. (Like this, it’s as if I’m becoming one with the Count— With Abel.)

He tenderly brushed my hair aside before running a finger down my neck. One day, fangs will sink into this very spot, and love from a pureblooded vampire – called “eternity” – will be spilled within. Thinking about such things, my heart grew full— and tears were about to fall down my face, involuntarily.

[Kara]: “Abel… me too, I-…”

Overcome with emotion, I was at loss for words— When an almost-biting kiss fell upon me, cutting off my words. His tongue caught mine through my broken lips, our hot sighs immediately laden with heat.

[Count]: “—There is no need for words.” His lips only barely parting from mine, he whispered with a glossy sigh.

[Count]: “The tears brimming in your eyes, tell me everything— that you belong to me.” [Kara]: “Ah-… Abel…” His gentle - but also denying any notion of resistance – and sweet kiss, deepened, desiring me and only me. I embraced him with all my strength, abandoning myself to this happiness that will last forever and ever…

FIN (2)

Ikevam has been kind of boring if u dun like the top 5 all that much but i mean always has been astronaut_gun.jpg

anyway, the election was mostly a skip for me this year cuz i dun care for mini figures. also, he was doing awful in categories bc ppl are voting characters over several categories (rather than just the recommended one). frankly i think it’s dumb to vote a character in anything other than the “officially” recommended category bc the chance of losing in all categories is much higher than getting stuff in >1 category (e.g., with the midterm results u can see vlad in every category, but he’s only eligible for a benefit in one…when he could easily just win in one category period). but maybe that way of thinking is too tryhard for a game that only barely fits the definition of a game #realgamurz #weliveinasociety

i honestly didn’t do (aka pay) much and ranked rly well in character rankings. so i was happy i got decent stuff, but sadder he doesn’t get much support;; u telling me the richest guy has the stingiest fans. yes. i mean look at me, microwave pizza is my life

sorry for the lack of updates. as usual but uh better to be annoying with no updates than with too much RITE haha yes………. yes

as always, thanks for reading!

#ikemen vampire #spoilers #ikevam #ikevam spoilers #comte de saint germain #ikevam tl #fucc i dun even remember my own tags LOL

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losing-victor · 3 years

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I'm so lazy to actually write this but imagine like this Solangelo AU where Cecil drags Will to this bar to pick up "sugar daddies" or basically rich people because they're desperate??

They're not gonna do anything explicit just plain stupid. Will is like, an undergrad med student and has pretty high grades, he just doesn't have much money for food and shit so yeah, they get desperate.

But then Will gets guilty, because "man I can't use people for money" and then he runs out, leaving Cecil because he lost him somewhere in the crowd or something wtvr.

And then enter Nico Di Angelo.

Nico knows the kind of persons that enter a bar and look like they barely had any nutrition in their body except instant noodles (which was rich coming from him, but that's because he actually chooses to eat unhealthily) — so basically, college students.

He's not one to judge really, if he did, he wouldn't have met Reyna. Reyna was one of those kind and her reason? Got kicked out simply because she liked a girl. Nico knew upon background check that her family was wealthy, so he approached her and struck a deal.

They found friendship and Reyna found her freedom and stability. To this day, even without his help, she and him are great friends.

But he finds no use to go back to this place again, until of course—

"Somehow," Reyna had once said, "You have a knack for running into good people,"

"So are you saying I should go back to the bar," He deadpans.

"Well, I didn't say a specific location," Reyna says amused.

"You're the only person I actually met and got to know, the others forced their way into my life." Nico rolls his eyes when he hears a shout from the distance.

And so, inevitably, that conversation led to him here. He hung back, not actively looking. Nico's starting to think it's a bad idea. But just when he's starting to head out, a blond guy barrels straight into him.

He scowls in reflex, the guy looks at him with horror and his features make him look as if he just kicked a puppy. His scowl deepens as he grunts,

"I'm fine," He waves a hand,

"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry," Blue eyes flickered down to his side, as if assessing his state. "Are you okay?"

(It was either that or he was checking Nico's worth, and trust him, he didn't make an active effort either to look rich.)

Nico straightens his stance and quirks an eyebrow, "Are you okay?" For good measure, he look behind the boy to see if there was a creepy guy chasing after him (Nico has seen it too many times to happen, and frankly, it was disgusting.)

The blond chuckled, laughing nervously as he scratches the back of his nape, "I'm fine, just looking for an easier way out."

"You found someone already?" Nico is intrigued, it's not everyday that a college student already finds someone willing finance him this early into the evening.

Usually it takes more alcohol to pursuade the other men.

But then again, the blond was...okay-looking. And okay, his fashion sense might as well be worse as Nico's with a flannel thrown over a shirt and khaki shorts worn to a bar but his features could pass for a god. (And the eyes—)For some reason, that thought made him flush.

"Er, not exactly," Blue, they're not ocean blue nor sky blue like Jason's or Thalia's but they're blue like–like gems, Topaz to be exact. "I went in here confident," The blond cringed at that and continued, "And came out guilty." Sighing, "As desperate as I am, money–it's money." He gestures vaguely with his hands.

"I'm not sure I follow." Nico thinks that if someone has more than they need, it wouldn't hurt to give help.

Sighing again, the other boy smiles, "I suppose you wouldn't, you're still here I mean." Blond cocks his head, "So, you found anyone yet?"

Nico is stunned.

Blond thinks he's a college student. Reyna would laugh at him if she heard this story. Well okay, he is a college student but isn't here for the same reasons as this guy.

He's not broke.

"Sorry," The other apologizes for some reason Nico can't figure out. "You're not obligated to answer. Anyway, uh, I'm gonna run?"

"And eat at a convenience store?" Nico can't help but quip.

Blond laughs, "Yeah, probably."

"You're passing up an opportunity to go out and eat in a 5-star restaurant you know."

Nico watches the guy faux think, crossing his arms dramatically as he nods, "Yeah I think I could handle that, could you?"

There was a pause.

The other's blue eyes widened as if he was on a brink of panic reassurance.

"That's not what I meant–you must have your reasons for coming here and I'm not gonna take the opportunity away—

Nico lets out a long insufferable sigh which shuts up the blond. He gives him a look. He turns and calls out,

"Come on, sunshine."

For some reason, he feels as if the blond was grinning behind him, positively beaming as they went to eat MSG at a dingy 7-11.

"I'm Will, by the way."

"Nico," He doesn't notice his own smile.

(His blond hair wasn't that of the color of hay or sand. Not like Jason or that asshole Octavian, another boy born into a rich legacy. This guy's hair was bright, but not enough to rival his smile. His hair looked a little platinum, but still blonde if you looked hard enough. It was like the sun.)

So yeah Will looking for a sugar daddy, finds a Nico instead who he thinks is a broke college student as well and they eat at 711, his treat (his wallet cries) just because he feels the need to take care of the other and because he's inherently good like that. Nico is so fucking amused that he tries to drop subtle hints for Will to pick up on as they progress into friendship but the boy never gets it. Someday, he does reveal it and then like Will finds out about Reyna (cue angst and misunderstandings). A tired Nico tries to subtly drop hints also that he likes Will but Will never gets it. Nico doesn't have the courage to say it, not yet and then HE finds out the actual reason for the need for money (Will is one year away from graduating, works himself to the bones and Nico just—never knew, and the blond thinks of dropping out.) Nico was like NOPE, and this is fucking slowburn. I will never write this but you will pry this plot from my cold and dead hands.

Edit: If I do write this would it be worth it KAJSHDHABHDJAAJJAM?!?@,@?@MAJDJAKAKSKSKSKSKSKSKAKAKSKA

Edit #2: IM WRITING IT AND ILL TAG EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO BE TAGGED WHEN I DO POST IT!! JUST LMK

#solangelo fics #solangelo #will solace #percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #solangelo fic rec #prompts #drabble #thalia grace #jason grace #reyna arellano #pjo reyna

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ilovebeingcalledawhore · 4 years

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ABOUT YOU | JISUNG

Content: Fluff, Arranged Marriage Au, Angst

Summary: Fate works in wonderous ways and you believe in it, you just didn’t expect it to have the person you’ve been wanting to actually be yours.

Note: not proof read, comment the corrections

Let me start this story off with a little description of my crush, Park Jisung.

Tall, talented, funny, and hellishly handsome. Everyone in the year group has tried to get his attention, become his friend or girlfriend, they wanted to be involved with the particularly lonely boy.

Unfortunately for them, he ignored every single thing they said, he didn’t even give a nod, a smile, or a quiet reply. He just stared straight into the wall or the window as he tapped his fingers to the beat of the music playing on his headphones.

No one knew why he did the things he did but not one of them was planning on stopping. At this point, I reckon people have already made bets on who’s gonna make him talk first.

I did like him like most of the girls in my year group but I didn’t have the guts to do what they do. I couldn’t walk up to him and give him a ‘hi’, I couldn’t even give him a little grin because the moment I see him, my body seems to freeze.

I’m slowly getting over it, I don’t look at him as much nor think about him as much, sometimes he’s way too quiet that I forget he’s in my class. I guess that’s a good thing, right? Liking a guy who hasn’t talked to you for two years straight isn’t that hard to get over.

September 20, 2020 [9:00 am]

“Crap” I muttered, my brows furrowing and my heels dropping to the ground. There was no ladder near me, not even a stool. I tried again, I tip-toed and tried to grasp the red paint bottle but its plastic coverage just slipped against my fingers.

“Come on” I muttered in disbelief, my hands falling to my sides and the little strands of my hair falling against my face. “Thud!” My ears perked and my eyes widened at the sudden sound, the red paint bottle was now in front of me.

I turned my head wondering who helped me and the first person I saw gave me doubts...Jisung. He was just a meter away, his back facing me, his hands in his pockets and his earphones on full blast making me hear little bits of the song he’s playing.

“Did he just....” I started but didn’t continue, realizing that no one would answer my question anyway. I ignored the little incident and turned my body back to face the red paint. I flicked the cap open and squeezed a bit onto my palette.

“Y/n!” My body straightened in shock. “Geez, Soobin you scared me!” I replied to the tall boy beside me and he grinned, his eyes disappearing while his dimples deepened. “I was just going to ask you something” he started, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Are you friends with Jisung?” The question was indeed out of the blue. “What are you talking—“ I was just about to reply when a deep, low, quiet voice replied for me. “What if we are?”

I turned my head around and his close presence made the hairs on my body stand. His neck just before my eyes, making me tilt my head back to really see him. It was Jisung.

Soobin’s eyes widened at the sudden interaction and even I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. Beomgyu, the class president called Soobin over, so before he could say anything, I was left alone with the mysterious boy.

“Wait...why are you talking to me?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing and my voice faltering. “Your father is the owner of Elite Studies isn’t he?” Jisung asked, pulling his earphones off his ear. “Yeah” I muttered, wondering if he was going to ask for money, especially since my father is pretty known.

“Well, I’ll say it now before you get the news at home”

“What?”

“We’re getting married”

September 20, 2020 [3:45 pm]

“Mom! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked in disbelief, my parents just sighing at the ruckus I made. “It’s just for a year, show the media you’re together then file a divorce” my father replied, the plea in his eyes making me stressed.

I don’t mind getting married to him, hell, I’d love to but I don’t know him, not a single bit of him and he doesn’t know me! Are we going to start talking at school? Is he going to give me rides? Will he propose? Is he going to hold my hand?

I don’t know and I'm scared that he’s not going to like me.

September 28, 2020 [11:30 am]

I tightly gripped on my royally white dress, the beautiful silk and lace being something I’ve never found myself in. I took deep breaths calming my pounding heart, the sound of cameras were already filling the magnificent venue and I didn’t know whether that was our paid photographers or the paparazzi.

“You’ll be fine” my dad whispered as I hooked my shaking hands around his arm. I nodded to him but I guess it was more directed to myself, I hope that I’ll be fine.

“Please welcome the bride” I heard someone say and the big double doors of the church opened, I slowly walked in with a smile, trying to convince everyone that everything was alright and I was having fun on my wedding day. The sound of the piano, violin, horns, and cheers entered my ears as I waltzed into the venue. It was gorgeous but what else did I expect from my perfectionist of a mom? “Focus” I hear my father whisper and my body straightened.

Jisung looked magnificent.

You know when you like someone and you start creating scenarios in your head? Well one of them was this and it was actually happening. I was getting married to him. The pounding of my heart worsened but not from nervousness. I was scared that if the butterflies in my stomach flapped their wings even harder I would fly.

I stood in front of him and the music stopped. Calmly taking my shaking hands, I give him a half hearted smile. I hear the priest speak but I can’t even register his words, one second I see my mom crying, the other I already have a ring on my finger and moments after that, his lips were against mine.

October 2 2020 [7:47 am]

“How’s it feel to be married to me?” Jisung asks with a grin, taking a sip of his coffee. We were at a famous coffee shop in the business district and we were well aware of the paparazzi inside and outside the store. I roll my eyes at him, looking out the window, giving a sneaky glance at the photographer inside her car, acting as if she was checking her camera's gallery.

“In all seriousness though, how is it?” Jisung asks and I turn my head to face him. I didn’t know if I should reply with a joke or with a normal phrase but I had to answer one way or another. “It’s...” I hesitate, not wanting to say the wrong word. “It’s interesting”

“How so?” He asks, his eyes connecting with mine. “Well, it's not everyday you get to marry someone you genuinely like” I replied feeling a little brave and I watched as his eyes widened. “You liked me and you didn’t even talk to me?” He said in disbelief and I chuckled nervously at him. “Well you already had like....millions of girls talking to you, what would I be compared to them?” I uttered out and he shook his head with a little grin, one that made my heart flutter.

“I swear Y/n, you should really start telling what you feel, I can’t believe I spent 2 years wondering if you liked me back”

"Stop tripping" I roll my eyes. After the time I've spent with him, I learned that he was one hell of a funny lad and what I liked most about that was how he laughed. The sound of it echoing through my ears before I sleep giving me the best dreams.

“But I’m not” Jisung replied, his eyes not leaving mine. I chuckle, looking away, taking a sip of my drink.

October 5 2020 [6:03 pm]

Today, we had to put on a show. A public dinner with the Park family could go either extremely smoothly or horribly but it was part of the deal.

“Ah welcome!” Mr. Park greeted us as we entered the venue. Mr. Park was still sitting on his chair because only his black crane kept him standing. He wasn’t that old but he was weakening, sometimes I’d see Jisung holding him up, even on the wedding day, I watched as he sat still on his chair, chatting away, only having his wife fetch food for him.

He couldn’t stand, so I walked towards him and gave him a smile. Greeting him out of respect.

Here’s the thing, the place was wrapped in velvet and gold. It was a ‘private’ room away from the other customers but its wall was made of glass. Once the people from outside look up the second floor of the fancy restaurant, they’d see us but that’s exactly the point.

I immediately gave a light hug to Mrs. Park and walked towards Jisung. As if it was natural, he stood up and wrapped me in his arms, leaving a peck on my forehead. I let him finish his act then I sat on the fancy chair beside him.

“Go and order whatever you want” His dad welcomed us, so I gladly took the menu and as I read through the thick black and gold fonted paper, I felt Jisung’s hands go over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

“What do you want?” I asked pertaining to the menu and warily sending a look to my parents just to see them chatting away. “I want you” he leaned into my ear as he whispered that and I glared at him. Well correction...I tried to glare at him.

“You’re stupid” I whisper and I felt him reply with a little peck on my head. “Stupid for you babe” I cringed at the name. “Don’t call me babe” I complained and he smiled. “What do you want me to call you?” he asked and I thought about it. Might as well get a special name for each other since we're doing this for a year.

“How about…...love?” I questioned, raising my brow at him. “I like that...love” he replied and I chuckled. Suddenly I felt eyes staring at me so I looked at Jisung just to see him going through the menu, his arm still wrapped around my shoulder.

So I looked up front and I found my parents and his parents staring at us with a smile. “Maybe it isn’t so fake after all” his mother whispered to my mom but I heard and...I felt chills running down my spine.

October 17 2020 [1:07 pm]

You were having lunch at his home, this being something you’re now used to. It was quiet and calm, your parents discussing about making a joint building and adding more staff meanwhile you were there reading a book as you shoved the pasta down your throat.

You hear Jisung laugh so you turn your head to side to see what he was laughing at, turns out it was you. “What are you looking at?” you scrunch your nose and he chuckled a little louder. The boy leaned closer and placed his lips on your ear, it was something you were used to at this point.

“That’s not the only thing you can shove down your throat, love” he whispered and your eyes widened. “Jisung!” you squealed making both your parents stop and give you guys a look. “It’s nothing” Jisung laughed so they disregarded it and continued their conversation.

November 10 2020 [10:06 am]

Today we were visiting Jisung’s family to say a little goodbye to them since they were going on a holiday trip in Greece. I wasn’t really in the mood since I was enjoying binge-watching this show called “I-land” but my mom had to interrupt and stop me.

“Where’s Jisung?” I asked Mrs. Park and she pointed towards his room. “Ah” I nodded and walked towards the white double doors of his batcave. I calmly walked towards it, making no sound and no fuss but I heard something that made me halt.

I heard sniffles, loud ones and a sad groan that made my heart beat fasten. ‘Was he crying?’ I thought to myself and I hesitated. Do I still walk in? Or should I wait for him to calm down? Maybe he’s just watching a video with someone crying? to say it simply. I didn’t know what to do.

So I decided to just talk to him anyway.

I knock on the door then hear him shuffling, the sniffles come to a halt and the tension inside the room emitted outside his door then seconds later, it clicked open.

-Narrator’s POV-

You noticed the way he wiped the dried tears on his skin and how he splashed water on his face to make him look livier. The redness of his cheeks and eyes still said otherwise so without a word you open your arms and wrap it around his torso.

The boy softens against your touch.

You get inside the room and shut the door, guiding the shaking boy to the bed. “What’s wrong?” you asked and he shook his head. “Please tell me”

“I can’t handle seeing you in pain” you feel sadness bubbling up your body and you feel him melting in your arms deeper, if he softened even more you’d fuse into one another. The boy sobbed into your neck, the tears dripping down your skin, painfully slow.

Still, he didn’t speak.

“You’ll be okay my love” the words rolled off your tongue easily like you were meant to say it. “Now, can you tell me what’s wrong?” you ask and you feel him nod into your neck. “I…” he starts. “I have to take my father’s place as the CEO…’cause he’s ill...he’s dying”

The world seemed to stop at that moment, he feels your body turn tense and worried. “My goodness” you mutter and he cries harder. You shut your eyes, sighing in frustration but still trying to keep calm for him.

“Fuck it” you mutter, gently cupping his face, raising it, making your eyes meet. The tears rolling out his eyes landed on your hands but you didn’t mind. You didn’t break eye-contact, you stayed there and drowned yourself in his tears.

“Jisung….I know you and you’re strong, I’m here for you...I love you”

You feel his jaw clench and the tips of his lips lifting, you expect him to say something as his mouth parts but instead he pushes your hand off and kisses you.

And you kissed him back.

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Salty Baby

Chapter six

Summary - When you moved to New York in hopes of living a glamorous life this isn’t what you expected. Steve offers to help you but your pride gets in the way. Pride isn’t going to pay your rent and college loans.

Chapter themes - This chapter you meet the Avengers. Will you be able to make a good impression on them? smut, semi-public sex, angry sex, jealous steve.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 3k

Masterlist is linked in bio! Previous chapters can be found in it!

You were nervous about getting lavish gifts from Steve, for the twenty-five five gifts of Christmas he was going to give you. Things you didn’t really need, like the diamond bracelet he got you for your two month anniversary. You couldn’t exactly wear those kinds of things to class. Where your classmates talked about was dungeons and dragons or whatever a doctor who is.

But Steve’s twenty-five presents, all of them, were anything but materialistic. You were amazed at how he personalised each of them specifically for you. He knew you so well and in such a short time. Like how he got you first edition Sylvia Plath books, which you actually had the time to read now, or how he woke you up with your favorite breakfast, or how he woke you up with his mouth. You liked that much more than the breakfast. He also got you a big cosy grey sweater that swallowed you whole.

“You look so cute” He beamed at you bending down to kiss your forehead. You couldn’t help but blush at that. “I’m not cute!” You almost stomped your foot “You’ll always be cute to me doll”

You were pleasantly surprised when Anna invited you and Steve for Christmas dinner at her place. You did miss your nephews. Brock was, as always, gone for work. She didn’t want to spend Christmas alone with the kids. She also had to make a dig at you, how you’ll be in the same boat as her, what with Steve’s demanding job. Which was far from the truth, but you let it go.

The only problem was that it was the same day as the Christmas party at the Avengers tower. Steve, being the angel that he is, said you could go to the party after dinner, it would probably start late anyway.

“Doll, how does this one look?” He asked as you stared at him noticing how thick he looked under the off white cable knit sweater.

You gulped down smoothening the flare of the white lace dress Steve gifted you. “It’s perfect Steve. And stop being so nervous! I told you I don’t care about Anna’s opinion”

“Yeah but she’s the only family you have. I want to make a good impression” he said giving you a pout which you kissed away.

Thankfully you didn’t have to ask him to not take his death trap of a motorcycle. He got you both an uber. You enjoyed the whole city lit up with the beautiful festive lights. You couldn’t help but think you wouldn’t be half as happy if you didn’t have your man sitting right next to you.

“Oh my god. Ca – Captain America” Anna stammered as she looked at your boyfriend. Right, you never did mention you were dating Steve Rogers.

“Ma'am” he gave her a curt nod handing her the non-alcoholic wine bottle he had got since she was pregnant. She pushed about how considerate he was. Which was true.

Your nephews, instantly loved Steve. It didn’t take much to impress them, the lego sets and other toys and chocolates you got them probably helped as well. Both of them hanging off of his biceps as he sweeped them off the floor. While Anna tried to process that The Captain America was standing in her living room.

She dragged you to the kitchen excusing you both away from Steve. “What is wrong with you?! You never told me you were dating Captain America!” She whispered harshly.

“What difference does it make?” She only shook her head calling you a liar “Omitting information is not the same as lying. On that note I haven’t really told him about Mom” You paused gauging her reaction “I would appreciate it if you didn’t either” You winced as she smirked at you. Wouldn’t she love having such power over you?

“What do I get in return?”

“What the fuck do you want?” you snapped.

“I’ll think about it. But remember that you owe me”

You couldn’t get her words out of your head. As you kept stabbing at your meatloaf barely eating it. Steve squeezed your thigh, under the dinner table as if to reassure you. He threw his head back at the kids antics and making polite conversation with Anna.

“I’ve worked with Rumlow before” He mentioned referring to the picture frames he saw of Brock.

“Oh goodness really? He never mentioned it. But he never really talks about work. Are you good friends?” She asked eagerly.

He cleared his throat sitting up straight “Not really. But I would like to get to know him better”

Friends was always a touchy subject for Steve. Having lost so many of them, you were amazed at how he was still willing to open his heart up. He couldn’t connect to or trust anyone in this era. He didn’t need to tell you that, you could sense it. You were almost anxious, did he feel connected to you? Atleast half as much as you did to him.

Maybe that’s why you were more scared to meet his ‘family’ than he was to meet yours. You had to crane your neck up, to the point that it actually hurt so you could get a view of the Avengers tower. It was majestic and maybe a bit over the top. Not really your cup of tea, but from what you heard from Steve about Tony Stark, he loved going all out. Which was probably why there were humongous reindeers next to the A of the Avengers.

“It’s amazing!” You gushed as you both got in the elevator making your way over to the party deck. You could see why they called it a white party. The Christmas tree decorated with silver and white ornaments, which seemed to be the theme of the party. “Oh” You let out as you read that all the decorations and the tree would be bio-degradable. How is that possible?

“Cap you finally made it” You turned around to look at a blonde man, who was taller and larger than Steve which you didn’t get to see everyday, and a redhead, whom you recognised as the black widow, greeting Steve. You quickly stood next to him, holding his hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

“Oh you must be Steve’s lady” He raved squeezing you into a tight hug, which would normally be uncomfortable for you but somehow it wasn’t when he did it. It was almost comforting, like a bear hug. You awkwardly patted his back. With your face smashed in his chest you could barely breathe.

You finally pushed him away trying not to hypnotised by his eyes wrinkled by his wide gein “Yes I am the lady” you chuckled nervously smoothening the wrinkles of your dress. You looked down at the pretty white thing. You had never even worn a dress before, you weren’t sure if it was for you.

“Hope Steve is treating you well” Black Widow smiled at you before looking at Steve. “Aren’t you gonna introduce us?” she raised a brow at him.

“This is Thor” Steve frowned at the bulky blonde out of the corner of his eye “And this is Natasha” She smiled shaking your hand. Now Natasha, she looked absolutely ravishing in her grey bodysuit, that seemed to hug her in all the right places, she looked like someone who was made to fit into a place like this.

“Can I borrow Steve for a minute? We have some business to attend to” She said lacing hers arm with his.

Your breathe hitched at the thought of being left alone. “I – uh” You stammered.

“I can keep you company if you like” Thor offered and you smiled at him. Feeling his presence already comforting. You thanked him letting Steve know that you were fine.

For the next hour, Thor told you all about his home, which was in another world, something you still couldn’t wrap your head around. His delinquent brother Loki, who’s never up to any good. And his girlfriend Jane who unfortunately couldn’t join you too. His face beamed up when you told him you study physics. “I believe that is what Stark does”

“Oh I’m not sure it would be the same field. But maybe” You hummed.

“Where is he” He looked around, his silky long strands shaking with his head. “Oh Clint! Come meet Steve’s lady” He called out to someone.

“Oh you know what? I think I have to use the restroom” You stood up abruptly collecting your clutch. “I’ll catch you later” You said briskly walking away. You had caught a glimpse of a balcony on the when on the way from the elevator to the party which was your destination. As much fun as it was supposed to be to hang out with everyone, how all your classmates and your sister were ‘so jealous' of you, you were exhausted and completely burned out.

You breathed in the cold fresh air as you stood near the railing of the balcony, which was empty save for a few people. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you felt the air creep chills up your body. You close your eyes, your teeth clammering as you tried to rub your arms to create some warmth

“You don’t look so comfortable there” Your eyes snapped open as you heard someone drawl out. You looked to your left, where the voice came from, and instantly recognized the face. You’d have to live under a rock not to. It was the man who saved New York.

“I’m fine” You brushed him off. Not knowing how you could possibly speak to such a larger than life personality.

“It’s a nice party. Isn’t it?” He moved closer to you standing just a few feet away from you now “No? I’ll try to do a better job next time I guess” He shrugged his lips curling up in a smile.

“It is nice. But – I don’t know” you stopped yourself “– I’m just an introvert”

“See that's what people get wrong. Introverts don’t hate parties. I know plenty of ‘em who are the life of the party in fact”

“Name one” You scoffed.

He hummed for a minute as if thinking it over “Oh the hulk!” you cringed as he yelled enthusiastically “Banner is an anti social geek but the hulk is actually a pretty fun guy if you get to know him” he said leaning on the edge of the balcony.

“I don’t think that counts. Hulk and Banner are not the same...” you trailed off not quite sure if they were or weren’t and this time he scoffed not believing you “It’s true!” you argued “just like how Steve and Captain America aren’t the same person”

“Who capsicle?” he tilted his head.

You tried to hold it in, you really did but you burst out a laugh and quickly held your hand over your mouth to contain it. “Cap – what does that even mean?” You shook your head finally giving in and throwing your head back laughing at the ridiculous nickname.

“There you are” You stopped laughing as soon as you heard that voice. You whipped your head to look at Steve approaching the two of you, his jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve been looking all over for you” He said pulling you into him by grabbing your waist.

“Oh I’m sorry I got caught up -”

“You two know each other” Tony interrupted you and Steve introduced you as his girlfriend.

“We should get going. There are some other people I want you to meet” Steve said looking down at you, somewhat sternly, his tone reminding you of his authoritative side, the one he used on the battlefield and in bed with you.

You felt your heart beat fast and your mouth dry as you nodded. Steve held onto your wrist guiding you away from the balcony

“Wait!” Tony called out for you “don’t you wanna know what it means?”

“What’re you talking about?” Steve rolled his eyes, still pulling at your wrist but you stood your ground, you did want to know. You looked at Tony expectedly.

“He spent decades in the ice frozen like a capsicle” He chuckled “and because he always has a huge stick up his ass”

Your smile faltered at that. You thought it would be something fun his friends tease him with, but this just seemed mean-spirited. “It was nice to meet you Tony” You bid him goodbye and he waved you off as you walked with Steve back to the party.

You could feel Steve fuming beside you, but you weren’t exactly sure what he was angry at. You didn’t think a stupid nickname would make him so mad. You were about to ask him but you were pushed into a coat closet? What the hell? You yelped as your backside bumped against the desk in the middle of the closet. “What - Steve!” you scolded him as you looked at the brown grease on the desk stain your white dress. “this isn’t going to come off you know” you tried rubbing at it but you were sure it was ruined.

“What were you laughing about out there with Tony? I left you alone for barely half an hour” He said. His tone contained and cool. As if what he was saying was completely rational and true. Which only served to piss you off even more.

“You left me for an entire hour! You know I’m not good at these things. Why am I here?” You said pointing your at your chest “I’m here for you! And now you’re saying what? I’m flirting with other men?”

“That’s what it seemed like” He said with the same even tone and your hand twitched wanting to smack him across his stupid beautiful face.

“Whatever Steve” you shook your head pushing him away to get away from him. You never thought you’d need distance from your Steve. “Steve let me go” you pushed him again but you knew it would be of no use. You were no match against the great Captain America.

“No” He walked close to you caging you in till you had no where to go. You felt his hot breathe fanning against your face as he stared you down. You let out a breathe, disgusted that you could feel his erection against your thigh. That you were just as turned on.

“Fuck it” you leaned up on your toes crashing your lips onto his wrapping your hands around his neck, your teeth clattering together as his hands worked to push up your skirt and pull down your panties. He pushed you up to sit you on the desk and you cringed thinking of your once beautiful dress.

He pulls away from you, his face flushed and his lips swollen from your rough kiss. He put your panties into his dress pants. “I’ll buy you another one doll” But you didn’t know if he was referring to your dress or your panties. And frankly you didn’t care. You were so angry and hurt, that all you could think about was his dick inside you, your golden boy railing you in a fucking coat closet.

Your hands made quick work of unbuckling him and pulling him out of his briefs. His cock already hard and ready. You pulled it in to line him up with your entrance but he stopped you, swatting your hands away.

“I’m too big for you doll” He leaned into your ears to whisper, two of his fingers entering your channel. “And you’reso tight. We have to get your prepared” he groaned driving his fingers in and out of you adding a third one as you held onto his shoulders for life, biting into the crook of his neck to muffle your screams.

“Don’t you dare come” He warned you as he felt you clench around his fingers. You could only whimper to answer him, holding off on your release. Knowing that if you didn’t listen to him he wouldn’t fuck you. In that moment you felt as if you’d die if you didn’t feel his cock inside you. “Please fuck me” you tried to catch your breathe as tears clouded your vision. You cried as you felt his fingers slipping out of you. You were about to say that you didn’t come. That you were good. You deserved to get off!

But then, in one single thrust he pushed his cock deep inside you, hitting your g-spot. You sighed biting his earlobe and sucking on it as a way to thank him. The weight and warmth of him cooling down the burn in your core just a little bit. But you were still very much on edge.

He rolled his hip as he started fucking into you. You grabbed onto his hair with your hand pulling on it a bit. He groaned at that driving into you faster.

With his cock hitting your cervix, again and again with such ferocious pace, you couldn’t even remember what you were angry about. Were you angry? What were you doing in a coat closet? It didn’t matter, not really. The only thing that mattered was him, his cock inside you and your impending doom. “I need to come. Please “ You wailed unable to contain your sounds.

“Go ahead doll” he pulled away a bit to look into your eyes “I’m all yours” He drove his cock into you, in the way he knew you loved. He pushed your hair out of your face, staring at you so lovingly, feeling so vulnerable and overwhelmed you closed your eyes, if you didn’t see him he couldn’t see you either right?

You clenched around him as you felt him fill you up with his warm seed. Your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. You felt completely spent, not being able to hold yourself up you laid your head on his shoulder.

Your high didn’t last for long. You felt him slip out of you, shuffling to take out a handkerchief and clean you up. You recalled what you were fighting about. How he mistrusted you even though you had given him no reason to do so. You hugged him closer not ready to address all those issues just yet. They could wait till you had had your moment with him.

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Woof Woof | Stray Kids Au

Chapter One / Misunderstandings in Kinkshaming

Werewolf!Chan au

Warnings / swearing, kink and sex mention, this isn’t smut I promise, mature themes

Words / 4k+

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Working at the convenience corner store wasn’t the most ideal place to be, but what else is a broke college student to do? So the only thing you can do is suck it up and deal with another unpleasant night of boredom.

Nothing exciting happened, only what you would expect to happen in an almost unknown store. The customers would avoid any kind of small talk, so they could get out of there and on with their lives.

There were a few exceptions, however. Every once in a while, some drunk or other douche waltzed into the store for more booze and a phone number from the very unlucky cashier, which happened to be you. Of course, you’ve had to tell them off and from time to time, threatened to call management if they continued to harass you. Adventures in working the evening to night shift were always a joy.

The only highlight of your night was when two of your favorite idiots walked in. Suddenly the room lit up and it became a party. A very sad pity party of three.

Once they’ve come through the sliding doors, the sensors ring throughout the building. You greet them with a small smile and wave of your hand. Jisung was the first to wave back happily (and a little too enthusiastically). Minho stuck with something more simple and opted for a quick glance and smile of his own.

Usually they only come in for snacks and other “boy’s night in” necessities. But every once in a while, they come for some things that are very… odd. At least for college boys that never go out and do anything. It seemed normal at first, but the more it happened, the more you began to question it.

Each month, the two of them would stride in and grab one of the carrying baskets. Completely normal. Watching them head straight for the freezer section and then proceed to struggle to pack their basket full of meat was a little weird, though. Afterwards, Minho strayed away from Jisung to come back with some cheap doggy bowls, which you didn’t even know you had in stock. And to bring their shopping trip to a conclusion, they both came to the cash register by slamming two cases of water bottles onto the counter, along with their basket that’s nearly overfilled.

“Doing weird shit again tonight, boys?” you ask as you begin the long process of scanning their seemingly endless items.

Jisung chuckles and scratches the nape of his neck, “Well, you know how grandma is… She just always craves a good steak and gallons of water to wash it down,” he answers with his smart ass attitude.

“Alright, little red riding hood. Make sure you tell ‘grandma’ hello for me, or should I say the big bad wolf?,” there’s a sarcastic tone in your voice, but you end with a small laugh anyways.

Every time you dared to ask what they were doing with these things, they managed to come up with some ridiculous answer (or excuse) that somehow amused you. Of course it would only increase your curiosity about what they were actually up to every one day in the month, though. You can only wait for the day that they finally tell you what they're doing.

Jisung momentarily chokes, “I-I’m sorry wolf--?”

Minho elbows the side of his friend and clears his own throat, “That’s just some silly fairy tale,” he rolls his eyes, “Jisung just has some really weird relatives,” he jokes. His voice is a little darker than before, “Trust me, you don’t want to meet them.” A shudder is sent down your spine. Sure his words seem lighthearted, but something in his tone makes you believe that he really means it.

Jisung nods and agrees, “Yeah, my family’s just-- Hey, wait!”, he cuts himself off as he realizes he’s being insulted. Laughing at the both of them, you finish scanning the rest of their things and ring up their total.

Minho glares at Jisung, then looks back to you. Minho pulls out his wallet and hands over the amount that was due while his murderous intent was still focused on his poor Jisung. You wondered what he could’ve done wrong to earn the wrath of the older boy, but it’s best you don’t interfere. After that, he quickly gathers the heavy plastic bags and makes Jisung carry the water cases.

“We have to get going now,” he announces just when he’s about to start walking away. But Minho pauses for a moment in thought. He takes a few steps back and glances at you with a coy smile, “Hey, do you maybe want to hang out sometime soon?” he asks.

The request catches you off guard at first. Mr. brooding and quiet, actually asking you to hang out? Unheard of. “Uhm… sure,” you respond a little awkwardly and unsure. It’s not like you didn’t want to, you’re just surprised is all. Not only that, it was also strange since you’re literally going to see him and everyone else later tonight.

Jisung snorts loudly as Minho shyly averts his gaze (most likely internalizing the cringe). “Okay, nice… ” Minho blurted out before rushing out with a laughing Jisung in tow, who was sure to face the death penalty as soon as they were out of eyesight. Poor poor Jisung.

“See you later!” you call out to them, but the sliding glass door already slid closed by the time you were able to fully get your words out. Sighing deeply, you shrug your shoulders in indifference. They’ll see you later at the house. Then maybe you can ask about their activities and what was up with the weird farewell.

For now, all you can do is wait for the time to pass by and pray you don’t lose your mind.

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By the time your shift ended, the sun was already going down. Letting out a long tired breath of air, you look at the time and wonder if you should really stop by Felix’s, or if you should go back to the dorms and give him the notes he missed in the morning.

You silently debated in your head as you grabbed your backpack from the break room and proceeded to head out to the back of the building, where your bike was locked up. One thought, two thoughts, three thoughts...

It’s decided a moment later that you would ride over to Felix’s place. It’s not like you had anything better to do on a Friday night, anyways. It wasn’t ideal to pedal all the way to the house considering that he and his friend’s live quite a distance away. But if you’re lucky (and if he values your friendship) he’ll let you stay the night. And in the morning, perhaps he can convince his oldest roommate to drive you home.

After unlocking your bike, you begin riding off towards Felix’s house. Before you took off, you texted him, telling him that you were on your way, but he never responded. Maybe he was doing something at the time, which isn't a big deal. He knows that you’re coming over anyways.

Even if he doesn’t answer, one of his roommates is bound to be home. He lives with three other guys that hardly ever go out. Jisung and Minho moved into the almost mansion sized house at the beginning of the year. One day, out of the blue, they decided not to live in the student housing anymore. Instead, they wanted to live with Felix and their sugar daddy, Chan, who lets them stay by barely paying for anything.

Chan is the oldest roommate, who you’re the least close with and hardly know whatsoever. He’s also the owner of the house they all live in. He’s nice enough, but you’ve only spoken with him a handful of times. Sometimes it feels like he avoids you, but you try not to let it bother you too much. You have the other three boys to keep you company when you’re over.

You didn’t even realize that you were lost in your thoughts at first. It’s just that the bike ride was taking so long, that you had nothing better to do. Pedaling for over an hour was exhausting, but since you’ve done it nearly everyday, you were used to it by now.

Before long, you could see the gates that lead to the property the house is on. Each time you saw the fenced off private property, you couldn’t help but be in awe of it. In short, the area is huge. So huge that you can’t even see the house yet because you still have to go through their forested front yard that was a mile long, before you actually reached the house. How anyone could afford such a massive place that was also gorgeous, was beyond you.

It took a couple of minutes until you finally made it to the house’s driveway. The first thing you can recognize is Chan’s beat up car sadly parked in front of the garage. Then your gaze drifts to the unidentified motorcycle sitting next to the van. As you can recall, no one here owned a two wheel vehicle, except for Felix’s red bicycle that’s been thrown haphazardly thrown into the bushes.

After walking up to the door, you knock, then wait… then wait… and wait some more. You knock again, this time louder.... There’s still no response. It’s a little strange. Clearly someone’s in the house. Everyone looks like their home and there’s lights on.

Sighing, you tap your foot impatiently. Finally you decide to look in the flower pot that sat alone next to the door. There the spare house key was found, that was supposed to be used in emergencies. This isn’t necessarily an emergency, but if no one’s home and Felix made you ride your bike all the way to Nowhereville, then you’re going to be seriously pissed off. In that case, you’re leaving a very harshly worded note.

As you unlock the door and enter the house, you notice that it’s eerily dark in the front room, which is unusual since the boys are almost always still awake lazing around on the couches. You quietly click the door shut and slowly move through the unlit room and towards the stairs where the lit up bedrooms were.

About to walk up the stairs, you’re stopped in your tracks as you begin to hear a strange noise. At first, you think you hear someone, who sounds almost exactly like Minho, telling someone, who also sounds almost exactly like Jisung, to shut up very loudly.

Following shortly after, there’s something that sounds somewhat like a rumbling, or perhaps it’s a growl. You’re pretty sure the boys don’t own any pets. It must be the darkness and the quiet messing with your mind. Maybe it’s the boys and they’re playing video games or something.

It sounds like the voices are coming from the basement, so you step down from the stairs you were previously about to walk up, and head to the basement door by the kitchen. Once the door opens, you take one step down and call out, “Hello? Anyone home?” Then you take another step down and the staircase creaks along with it.

It must have caught someone’s attention because in an instant there’s shoes thudding hastily towards you. Soon the familiar head of lightly dyed orange hair belonging to none other than Han Jisung, rounds the corner of the staircase. As soon as his eyes lock on you from below, he’s jumping in surprise. His face is pale and his forehead is covered in sweat, so his hair looks messily matted. Your heart beats a little faster at the sight. Him looking scared for some unknown reason, was making your own anxiety peek around the corner.

Jisung’s sudden appearance makes you pause and stare at him. Before you could even say a word or take another step forward, Jisung rushes up to you, making you flinch back at the unexpected movement. His arms spread out to either side of the walls to completely block you off.

Out of breath, he chuckles nervously, “H-hey there, Y/n! When did you get here??” his voice is jittery. It’s suspicious.

You furrow your brows at his behavior. “Hey..? Just got here… Is everything okay down there?” you ask, trying to find a way past him. There’s worry lacing itself into your words. Something doesn’t seem right.

Jisung’s voice cracks, “Yeah, everything’s fine here! Why wouldn’t it be?” He’s too quick to answer. His gaze keeps wandering from you and hastily down the stairs, even though you can’t see anything from here.

“Jisung...” you warn in a stern voice. It’s clear that he’s hiding something from you. He’s not exactly the best at lying, unfortunately for him.

“Y/n…” he says back in a mocking tone that makes you frown at him.

Then another odd sound resounds in the room and up the stairs. Even when listening closely, it’s difficult to precisely make out what it is. It almost sounds like a person, but it almost doesn’t at the same time. The noise is deep and rumbling, like before when you first heard it in the front room.

The gutturaling shoots a strange sense throughout your body. Suddenly your chest pounds more than when you first entered. There’s unease going through your mind. You wonder if it’s actually a good idea to go downstairs. But then there’s a throaty whimper that follows shortly after, which affirms your determination to see what it is making the noise.

“Alright let me through,” you demand, trying to push past Jisung, however each time you try to advance, he moves to block you from going any further. You scoff at his childish behavior, “It sounds like someone is hurt. Get out of my way.”

“I can’t let you do that,” he struggles to say as he tries to fight against you.

“Get out of the way,” you repeat, attempting to pull his arms down and out of the way.

“No!”

Finally, you overpower him and push his arms out of your way. Roughly, you shove past him. You descend down the steps quickly before Jisung can make another effort to stop you.

Jisung hurriedly follows after you. Alas, his attempts proved fruitless when he realized that you already reached the bottom of the stairs before he could get to you. Though he couldn’t stop you from getting past him, he could try to save your innocent eyes before it was too late as a last effort.

Seconds before you can even glimpse at the scene, Jisung hurries to cover your vision with his hands. Like when he tried to stop you from going downstairs, he failed to keep your eyes covered for long. Immediately you shrug his hold off of you and give him a disappointing frown.

Once you’re able to see what’s in front of you, it takes you a couple of moments to fully process it. After blinking once, then twice, you almost wished that Jisung still was protecting your vision. This was just flat out disturbing.

First there’s Felix to the left, then Chan to the right. A little further away, sat a long dark haired boy that you couldn’t identify yet. Metal chains wrapped around their wrists and connected to the concrete wall behind them. With each pull from one of the boys, the chains rattled and clicked against each other. They pulled against the chains as if they were trying to escape, but it was impossible.

Each one of them looked utterly exhausted as sweat dripped off of them and onto the cold grey floor. Dark bags were formed under their eyes as far as you could tell. You were mostly basing this off of seeing Chan’s face and part of Felix’s downturned gaze. The third member was unreadable since his head hung low and his hair covered most of his expression. But overall, they look like shit.

Their eyes… looking closely you slowly begin to realize that they don’t look normal. Chan’s usual dark brown eyes were no longer there, and were instead replaced with a shade that surely wasn’t normal. They were the brightest yellow you’ve ever seen before. It’s almost like they were glowing in the barely lit room. The little golden glow reminded you of the stars, and nearly captivated you.

What snaps you out of your trance is steel smacking down onto the ground. When you search for the source, you see Minho standing in the corner of the room. Had he always been standing there, or were you too busy trying to process what was in front of you to realize that he was there?

Looking down, you notice one of the doggy bowls he purchased earlier. The contents spill out of the bowl while the bowl continues to settle down. The meat flops onto the floor and stains the concrete beneath it. It smells raw and appears raw.

Looking back to Minho now, you see his expression. He looks like he’s just seen a ghost, and that ghost happens to be you. His jaw drops as he stammers to say something, anything. It must’ve been an illusion right? Minho was sure that he was just imagining you and that you’re not actually here right now. There’s no way that you’re currently witnessing the secret that they’ve all been trying to keep from you and the rest of the world, right? Nope, no way. Impossible.

He blinks once more. You’re still standing there. He’s freaking out, Jisung’s freaking out, and you’re about to start freaking out yourself. Everyone’s freaking out. So before you can fully freak out, Minho hurryingly marches up to you, “Y/n, it… it’s not what it looks like. I can explain. I-”

“You guys are into some freaky shit…” you breathe out in a barely audible whisper. You continue to stare on at the scene. It hardly registers in your mind the chained up boys are snarling and staring right back at you now.

Minho keeps rambling excuses, but he pauses once he hears you. He backtracks, “I’m sorry, what?” He glances at Jisung momentarily. In return, the younger boy just shrugs tensely.

This time you stare at Minho with a blank expression, “I said you guys are into some freaky shit… If this is some sex dungeon, it’s really fucked up…” you inform him. You swallow anxiously.

Both Minho and Jisung look at each other, then back to you. Standing directly in front of you now, Minho blocks your view from the three chained up boys. He places his hands on your shoulders tightly. He’s ready to explain a few things then make you go back upstairs until they can get everything sorted out.

You had different plans, however. Instead of listening to what he had to say, you pushed Minho’s arms off of you. It was your god given right to blow up over what’s in front of you. Sweat drips down your forehead and each breath comes out uneven. Your heart accelerates in, not only fear, but pure, untampered rage as well.

“What the hell is all of this?!” you screech in his face unintentionally, which immediately panics both parties standing around you. You were so calm before, so your sudden explosion took them by surprise.

Jisung is quick to hush, “Y/n, be quiet, please…!” he raspingly mumbles. He continues to eye both you and the three boys warily. The rattling metal from the wall becomes slightly more frequent and louder.

You being in such a frenzied state, did not listen of course.

Instead your voice is louder than before, “What is this?!” you repeat, “Is this really some weird freaky sex dungeon?!” you question angrily, confused, and among other things.

You glance to wearily three behind Minho. It was hard to believe what you were seeing. You kept praying that you somehow got hit by a car on your way over, and now you’re having some weird coma dream that you would wake up from soon. The nerves and adrenaline felt too real to be a dream, though.

“Like who’s into chaining people to the wall and making them eat raw meat from a doggy bowl?!” you throw your hands up as you gesture to the knocked over bowl on the ground, “ A goddamn doggy bowl!” you throw your hands up as you gesture towards the spilled over bowl on the ground.

A low growl interrupts your interrogation. It come from Chan, who, might you add, didn’t look right in the mind at all. Before, you never noticed it, but now that you were eyes were jumping around the room, you finally see it. There’s a pill bottle sitting on a table over on the other side of the room.

Your eyes widen as you suddenly come to a conclusion, “Oh my god…” you gasp in shock, then look between Minho and Jisung, “Did you drug them?” it comes out as more of a shocked whisper than your previous shouts.

Did you just walk right into the middle of a crime? Two of your closest friends, drugging people are dragging them to the basement for whatever weird sick purposes… was unbelievable. But you couldn’t deny the sight in front of you.

There’s a much longer rant lingering at the back of your throat, but Minho places a hand over your mouth before a peep gets out. A harsh glare is etched on his face as he tells you to shut up. Your immediate reaction is to shove his hand off of you, but the look he is giving you tells you that it’s best not to.

He lifts a finger up to his lips and wordlessly quiets you. After a moment, Minho cautiously removes his hand off your lips and sighs. “Listen, I know this looks really bad, but I can explain everything. I just need you to calm down,” he tells you “And, as for you,” he pointedly says as he gives Jisung a harsh glare, “I can’t believe you just let her come down here!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that Y/n showed up out of the blue! She’s the one who almost pushed me down the stairs to get here!” Jisung defends himself.

“You could’ve at least tried a little harder! I mean how hard is it to--”

A loud metal snap from behind Minho is what interrupts him next. Suddenly, the room becomes completely silent with the exception of the low growling that is heard throughout the room. Immediately, your gaze fixes itself on the source of the noise and what, or rather who, it was coming from.

You nervously look and see exactly who it’s coming from, and it didn’t even really look like him anymore. There, Felix stands, with the chains that were previously secured on his wrists, now broken off in half. How is that possible? That’s what you want to know.

Many times, you’ve seen Felix when he was in a bad mood. He didn’t look nice then, and he certainly doesn’t look any nicer now. The only difference between then and now is the fact that your best friend looks absolutely terrifying. The cold sweat runs down your back as he breathes in and out heavily. The atmosphere becomes thick and heavy. It’s getting harder to breathe properly.

There’s a hunger in his unnaturally golden glowing eyes, one that you’ve never seen before in another person. It’s nearly animalistic how ready he looks to pounce on one of you. This isn’t the Felix you know. This isn’t your Felix, your goofy friend, who makes you laugh at the dumbest things. This is some kind of beast standing before you.

Besides you, Jisung is tense and shaking so much that you can almost hear his teeth clattering. In front of you, Minho is frozen solid. It takes him a moment to build up the courage to look behind him. He slowly cranes his neck in Felix's direction, who stands not too far behind him. He gulps anxiously. Then he turns back to you with his grip much tighter than before.

“Don’t. Move…” he mouths to both of you shakily. Everything is silent. The only sound is the rugged breathing that hangs in the air.

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hockeyboysiguess · 4 years

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Through the Storm

a/n: i based it off a poem i wrote three and a half years ago. this is the most angsty thing i’ve ever written. it could definitely have a part two, if you guys want it!

You met Mat almost a year ago to the day and sitting in your favorite coffee shop that Monday afternoon you couldn’t decide if knowing him was one of the most transforming things that had ever happened to you, or one of the absolute worst things. It was probably both, you decided as you sipped your drink, waiting for him to meet you. He was late. He was always late to anything with you. There was definitely a note to take in there about where you fell on his priority list.

You’d seen him on Saturday and everything had unfortunately gone exactly how you’d tried to make it not go. You’d gone home with him after that party, but everything was so different now then it was before he left for the summer. You shouldn’t have done it, well him, on Saturday. You knew he was terrible for you; your time with him before the summer break had told you that. You still couldn’t avoid him, no matter how much you tried. He felt like he was supposed to be yours, but he wasn’t. You knew part of him really wanted to be, but he wasn’t capable of it. He’d told you so one November night at a particularly vulnerable moment for him. You still tried to fix him anyway. It’s what you’d always done.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a jingle at the cafe door. Mat had arrived only seventeen minutes late. Might be a record for him. He hadn’t really bothered to dress up for you. His dark sweats hung low off his hips and the t-shirt, backwards hat combination told you he’d probably rolled out of bed and come straight here. He waved at you and gestured that he was going to get a coffee and come over. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as he ordered. You weren’t sure if you were ready to have this conversation, but you had to be. Your dad had always told you to try and do one thing everyday that makes you uncomfortable since people only grow during uncomfortable moments. You were pretty sure this was about to account for at least a month’s worth of those moments, possibly longer.

“Hey.”

You swallowed hard as he settled into his seat, coffee in hand. You could see the tension in his shoulders. He didn’t know what you were going to say to him, but he knew it wasn’t going to be good. Saturday night with him had been rough for both of you and he couldn’t deny it didn’t go well. You fought, as you typically did with him.

“Hey, you.” You cringed hopefully only internally at how awkward that was. Mat smiled softly at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. You pulled yourself back together after a few seconds to continue, “So I wanted to talk to you about the other night.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he cleared his throat. “Uh, what did you want to say about it?”

“Um, I don’t think we should hook up anymore. I actually, uh, don’t think we should really see each other at all anymore.”

Your words hit him harder than you thought they would. He definitely hadn’t been expecting that to come out of your mouth. He scrambled a little, a few sounds escaping his lips as he tried to figure out how to respond.

“Why?” was all he could manage to say. “I thought um, I thought everything was okay enough? I know things were a little messy before I left for the summer I guess but, why?”

“Look, I just don’t think is good for me.” You’d found some footing this time, your words coming out stronger now. “You aren’t good for me, Mat, and I need to do what’s best for me.”

“What do you mean I’m not good for you? I take you to dinner, I bring you to all of my events,” he lowered his voice and leaned in, “and I know the sex is great. So, can you try and let me what’s going through your head before you toss this out?”

“Mat, what even is this? This isn’t real and you won’t understand where I’m coming from,” you sighed, debating if you really want to get into this or not.

You thought you could’ve gotten out of this with just saying you wanted to end this dance you’d been doing for almost a year now. You thought he might have just let you walk because this was so complicated, but that wasn’t the case. You were going to have to go through all of those feelings, piece by piece, reopen the old wounds, just to finally end this. You took a deep breath before beginning.

“Look, Mat, it’s like, I have this beautiful house I created except the house is my life. I built it all on my own. I got splinters in my hands when I laid down the flooring. I had to rebuild the foundation so many times until it was strong enough to hold up my life, to hold me up. I had to create something strong enough to keep me warm and safe and support my life and the person I want to be.

“But god, Mat, you showed up like a full on hurricane and I don’t think you knew that’s what you were doing to my life and I wasn’t ready for it.” You laughed a little in a vain attempt to hold back a sob. “You blew open the windows and doors of my life and the fresh air was so, so wonderful for a few moments.”

Mat smiled softly at you and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling back at him even though you knew you were about to hurt him.

“But you actually didn’t come in.” You bit your lip to try to keep yourself together. “You just opened everything up and never actually came into the house. You stood in the foyer, kept your shoes on, and the doors and windows stayed open.”

You shook your head softly, “I was so vulnerable, Mat, because of you. You were supposed to come in and shut everything behind you and stay with me. You were supposed to actually be my partner and support me and the life I made for myself. You were supposed to help keep me safe but you just stood there in the doorway, not sure if you wanted to come in or not for months and months. You left me in limbo where I didn’t know if you really wanted me or if you wanted someone so you weren’t alone when you felt lonely.”

His face fell, the corners of his mouth dipping down as his brows furrowed. He fussed anxiously with the cup in his hands.

“After months of leaving me vulnerable, you just left without any warning because shit got too real for you.” Your volume increased with each work as tears started to sting your eyes. “You left and the wind kicked up. The door got ripped off it’s hinges and the windows shattered. I had to put it back together in a rush. It’s all cardboard and duct tape and all the glass is cracked and I had to nail the door shut so it wouldn’t get carried away in the storm and I’m trying to put myself back together, but it’s so fucking hard. You ruined me, Barzy, and didn’t even notice all of the damage you caused because none of it happened to you.”

Mat swallowed hard. You knew you were hurting him, but he needed to know that this wasn’t something you could just let go and never talk about.

“And now you’re here, six months later like you can just come right back into my life,” you told him. Your hands gripped your coffee mug. Your palms were sweating and the ceramic slid against your hands uncomfortably, matching your discomfort of having to parse this all out for Mat.

“Hey that’s not true. I-”

“Don’t,” you cut him off even though your heart stung in your chest as you did it. “You don’t get to tell me that I’m wrong here, because you’re the one who hurt me. You came back the other night after you tore through the life I built for myself in spite of everything and you came back looking for what? A return to New York from summer break hook up after way too many beers because if you were so drunk that you couldn’t see the wreck you made of me that it wouldn’t be real? But it’s real, Mat. It’s so real that looking at you hurts.”

“Then why did you sleep with me the other night?” Mat’s jaw was tense. “I know I screwed up. I know I hurt you. I thought about it every day all summer and I-”

“Didn’t text me for almost six months and only spoke to me at all because I was at the same party as you,” you cut him off again. Your pain was switching to anger and you let it fuel your resolve. “Mat, you told me so much about you. We had so many beautiful moments together. You got scared of how real it was so you ran. You ran and decided to just have sex with that girl to get away from it all. We could’ve had something so beautiful and you know it and it terrifies you still.”

Mat’s head fell. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. He knew you were right and there was nothing he could say.

“I slept with you because god, it’s you. You wrecked me, Mat, but you’re still the guy I know so well. I want to not like you, but I do. I like you so much that on Saturday I just didn’t care what sleeping with you would do to me. I wanted you anyway.” Each word was firm and exact, cutting deep into Mat. You drank the last sip of you coffee before finishing. “You are still terrified, Mat. I can see it. You don’t know how to process how you feel. I’m done wasting my time and energy waiting for you to figure out that I’m worth the risk. I’m done getting hurt waiting for you. I’m done.”

You stood up from your seat and grabbed your purse, throwing it over your shoulder. Mat reached out and grabbed your hand. His face was strained. He kept opening his mouth like he wanted to start a sentence, but he couldn’t finish it. He didn’t know what to say to try and get you to stay.

“Please,” he finally asked you softly, begging you with his soft eyes and a desperate need coating each word. “I know I messed up. Hell, I know I’m messed up, but please. Please give me some more time to try and figure this out. I’m so good when I have you and I know I make you feel so good when we’re together.”

Him reference sex right now when you were trying to talk about real, emotional things pissed you off. It was a desperate attempt to get you to feel something because he couldn’t actually handled talking about real things.

“You’re so good when you have me, but it doesn’t work the other way around. You should’ve asked six months ago for more time to figure it out. Asking now is just a desperate attempt to keep the status quo because you don’t know how to do anything other then exactly what you want to do, Barzy.”

Your words were cold, but you didn’t care at this point. Your decision was final. You took your hand out of his, even though it made your heart pulse angrily in your chest and your stomach twist. He was just whispering please softly. He knew it wasn’t working, but he had nothing else to say because he couldn’t give you what you deserved.

“The sex was shit on Saturday,” you added. “I don’t know what happened over the summer, but it’s shit now. Just so you know.”

You left without another word. Tears spilled out from your eyes as you turned the corner from the coffee shop. Your heart desperately wanted you to go back and fight for him, but you couldn’t fight for someone that was incapable of loving you in the first place. So, you walked on and didn’t look back.

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castleofclouds · 3 years

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7 Days A Week.

Genre ; Fluff, Friendship, Slice of life, Drama.

Warnings ; possible of fourth wall breakers ( for the comedy purpose ) I dunno cringe maybe? Some cursing.

Summary ; A Story about You and Your 7 dorks ( possible another nct unit )

Part 2 ; Importance.

It's not a new news about how your boys are a totally heartthrob.

I mean, do you ever see them? You are not blind, of course you notice it.

But sometimes it's becoming too devastated actually, like do you ever imagined how bothersome is their admirers?

Let's talk about Karen.

No, not that.

Choi Hyena, basically Karen in a human form.

She chased every each one of your boy, even the minor one, well technically Jisung is a 20 years old and adult but you don't think he's old enough to be near her.

"Jisungie.." She called, Jisung who are walking right next to you stopped abruptly, he knows what's coming but he doesn't want to admit it.

Not gonna lie, Hyena is pretty.

She's totally would be a perfect girl if she got a bit of calmness within her.

".. Hmm do I know you?" Jisung said, completely irritated.

"How can you forget about me? I'm your partner in algebra class back when we still in high school!" She yelped clinging to his arm like a snake would do.

Jisung being the socially awkward he is trying his best to make Hyena grip loosened.

But he can't be harsh, he doesn't want to seem impolite, he wants to be a great person, and want to leave that impression on someone heart, unfortunately it's Hyena.

That is until he finally gave up and see you with his puppy eyes, giving you a signal to make Hyena go.

You sighed.

"Hyena, can you please leave him? He feels uncomfortable." You entreat.

They are in college Hyena acting is too much, she's like a girl who are desperate for affection, and she needs all the spotlight that she can get.

She loosened her grip on Jisung arm, Jisung went straight hiding behind you, his hand holding your arm tight like a child.

"You should calm down a little bit, and do you see? We are not a high school student anymore." You explained, she scoffed.

"You are just jealous because you don't want your boys liking me more than you." She stated.

Tired of her drama you left, with Jisung still having his arm cling to your left arm, you looked down, giving him an expression of 'she's gone now'

"No, what if she's still here? You will never know!"

You sighed leaving the babie do whatever he wants with your hands.

You go to your class, in which Jisung didn't attend, he give you last goodbye

That's more like a hug, and a pray for your luck because he knows how Miss Lucy can be a little headache.

You sit right next to Chenle, after he offered you an empty seat right next to him.

"What happened?" He asked, judging by your long face expression.

"Hyena."

Hearing her name making him shiver, the fact that girl ever become his crush back in middle school.

"Yeah, I'm not going to questioned it any further." He commented.

The class taking a lot of your time and your energy, luckily Chenle bought a chocolate, he give you one when he saw you looked like an undead monster.

Not actually, but you literally are dying.

Math is difficult, but due to your major in college, you take it, same reason as Chenle that boy will become the future CEO of a really famous Entertainment Company, so he needs to know how to be sly.

"I hate math." You stated.

"Aren't we all? I mean who likes math?" Chenle responded.

The both of you sit at the usual table the 8 of you mostly hang in cafeteria, waiting for the 6 other showing the back of their head and shining faces.

This time, not Hyena but another girl approaching the both of you.

"Hey.." She greeted, she almost sit when Chenle give a warning about how the seat is already taken.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, btw can I talk with you for a moment Chenle?" The girl asked while playing with her own dress nervously.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

Her eyes are sparkling hearing the answer, the thing that she's had been dyings wanting to talk about and had been bugging her this whole semester.

But she stopped when she saw you sitting there with your chocolate muffins stuffed onto your mouth literally savoring the taste of greatest chocolate ever.

"Do you mind?" She asked you, looking straight to you with annoyance on her face.

"Owh sorry!" You said, taking your muffins away with you to sit at another table that you found, you sit right next to Jungwoo who are flustered by the sudden entrance.

"Can I sit in here? I need to eat while sitting." You asked their permission.

"Aren't you usually sit with them?" Jaehyun asked, you point towards the girl and Chenle who are talking about something.

"Must have been annoying, I mean all you want was to enjoy your muffins how dare they interrupted your free time?" Ten scoffed, you don't know the reason behind his grudge, from your perspective Chenle is a social butterfly completely different from someone you know, he can have and making mew friends any time he sees someone who had potential and criteria.

That's another reason why you befriended him, he's kind and a totally sweetheart.

"Nah, she just want to talk, beside I love sitting here, you guys want some? I have a lot." You offered them a whole bag of muffins.

They gladly take it.

NctU is a band, your friends Mark and Haechan are a part of it, even they have other subgroups like WayV and Nct127.

The groups filled with fun people, Jungwoo, Jaehyun and Ten is one of the member, they are your seniors to!

They knew how you love your time with your friends, but sometimes some girls and some guys just can't leave them alone, so you always ended up hanging out with one of the band members.

Johnny is your best friend from the group and probably one of the best senior ever in your university.

But sadly he still have class so he can't be present at the time, you sit there talking about some stuff with them.

"So I told my mom that I would love to have more muffins." You explained eagerly how you can have a muffins everyday as your dessert.

Thanks to your mother, who are best friend with Jaemin mother, who are very kind and already take you as her own daughter, sometimes she makes you muffins, she said you can take any cake or cupcake as much as you want, she doesn't mind.

"This is why I want to have a rich friend." Jaehyun commented, Ten rolling his eyes hearing it.

"Maybe instead of searching for it, you can be one of it?" Ten said, but then Jaehyun argued back then they starting a debate competition.

You and Jungwoo just seeing the mess unfold, it's a normal day in your college, so you never really mind of it, like you knew how chaotic it can be if Renjun and Haechan meet each other.

The next thing you know, they are already at each other throat, strangled each other, even choking each other if one of them aren't done yet they start throwing fist.

It's Renjun instinct, you to sometimes bickering with Haechan, that boy just love to get a fist up his throat.

So yeah..

"You want to order a strawberry smoothie?" Jungwoo asked, you nodded he then went straight to the counter to order it.

Jaemin are finally finished his class, he went straight to the cafeteria, accompanied by Jeno, Haechan and Renjun that he met at the corridor.

He then saw you at Nct127 table, it's unusual, for you to be ended up there, but then he saw the reason, there's another girl at their usual table.

"Hello Chenle." He went straight to him, ready to scold Chenle for leaving you alone.

Haechan, Jeno and Renjun already stuffed their ears with an earphone bud.

They knew what coming, and they don't want to hear Jaemin ultrasonic nagging skill.

He glance at the girl, she smile innocently.

"I'm sorry who are you?" He start with his enrage expression, he folded his hand and put it in front of his chest, his chin are slightly up.

"Hmm.. I'm Jimin?" She said, absolutely oblivious what's coming for her.

"Well Jimin, I'm Jaemin, I'm sorry but what could be the problem you had or business with Chenle?"

"I want to talk to him, am I not allowed?"

"You are allowed of course but for what reason is it?"

"I just want to talk with him?"

Jaemin sighed, he put the colliding both of his palm making a wish gesture pointing it towards an empty seat right next to Chenle, where you were supposed to sit.

"I'm sorry but where is YN?"

She pointed at Nct127 table, you waved happily.

"See? She's happy there, now can you leave me alone? I want to talk with Chenle only." She gabble.

"Well I'm sorry miss, you are at my seat, and YN is a part of this seat, why can't she be here? She doesn't need to talk with you, and pretty sure she wasn't interested in any of your story so don't worry about eaves dropping." He complained.

"I just want to talk with Chenle only, and only him, doesn't need that friend of yours called YN or anything." She talked back, Chenle is taken aback by the sudden outburst.

"Why? Your friends is fun to, why don't you hang out with them?" Jaemin asked patiently, he doesn't like the way Jimin sudden blabbering.

"Because.. They're boring? Who likes to be friend with them anyway." She said, without much thought.

Boom, Jaemin was right, and he's filled with rage, how can Jimin act like that isn't important.

"Wait what?" Chenle finally speak up, noticing how obnoxious she is.

"What? I'm right, wasn't I?" She said again.

"No you weren't."

Her friends seeing that unfold, they felt betrayed, they knew it will come, but still they befriended her.

"Ooh.. Tea." Haechan mumble, whispering to himself.

She saw it, her friends leaving her, she followed them while angrily stomping her feet to the ground.

Drama.

"You guys can sit.." Chenle talk again after some long minute of silence, offered an empty seat right next to him.

But Jaemin having enough of it.

"Today, at YN house, we need to discuss about something."

Chenle gulped in nervousness, he know if he's going to get scolded, after they are done with college.

A few hours later.

Everyone was done with their classes, cramped their way, sitting down at YN living room, no one are brave enough to speak even Haechan, everyone know how scary Jaemin can be.

"Nana?" Mark called, Jaemin focus move slowly towards him, and glared.

"Okay, I want to talk to you guys about what's importance, I knew we can have friend outside of our group I knew it, but we can't just ignored the other other one and turn blind eye to the other." Jaemin said giving his piece of mind.

"Wait who's ignoring who?" Jisung asked getting everyone attention, the boy doesn't know anything and out of nowhere there's a discussion.

"One of us, are too busy talking too the other and forget that we shouldn't have left the other on hanging."

"What do you mean? I'm not leaving her, I would never!" Chenle declares, Jisung who finally getting the hang of the situation became silent.

"I guess it's not Chenle fault." Jeno said backing Chenle's back.

"Are you sure? He looked very happy though talking with that beautiful girl." Renjun said sarcastically.

"Yeah, you should see how sad YN was." Haechan argued.

"Come on guys, it's not a big problem." You said.

Everyone went silent, how can you be so fine of it? It's a big thing, and yet you don't mind of it even just a bit?

"I mean, she's just asking me if she can have a talk with Lele, so I just nodded and leave, it's not like we must always hanging with only our group of friends, do you guys realize how we can still be friends without having to hang out and giving time for each other 24/7? No right? We can befriended anybody talk to anybody instead of making a fuss about some of us are being ignorant with the other I prefer to not having any discussion about things like this."

Chenle who heard that sobbing, he stand and make his way to sit next to you while pushing haechan out of his way, then hugging you tight.

"You know how I always say I love you? I love you more today." He said while still hugging you tightly, everyone who heard your smart brain cells argument are crying to.

Even Mark, he give you a thumbs up for your great understanding, you don't understand what's happening but you guess they are just being a great friend, they care for you and never want you to feel left out, Jaemin smiles, Jeno laugh it off, Renjun eyes becomes soft, he hugged Jisung who are waiting for your hug, but Chenle doesn't want to leave you your side he's so busy hanging around you like a baby koala.

They care so much for you they don't want you felt lonely and left out.

You are glad they are your friend, there's nothing that can describe this warm feeling you felt right now.

It's much better, even though you still feel sad about Jimin's friends, you just hope they can make up with each other or at least trying to make Jimin apologize for the misunderstood.

Any other way, you loved your friends you hope the bond between the 8 of you are getting stronger day by day.

May I get my hug to?

"No!"

Dang it.

Narrator felt attacked once again, then leave the room, your living room are just full by the sight of you and your friends hugging each other and Haechan who are bothering the shit out of Renjun.

The next thing you know Renjun and Haechan are playing the tag game, if Haechan get caught he's dead.

Chenle and Renjun already make up, they become buddy-buddy again, everyone are happy again, the big TV are showing the we bare bears.

Who cares if you are 20 or anything, cartoon is great, besides there are no specific age to watch a cartoon.

One day is done, narrator are waiting for the tray to pull down.

But it's never come. Heck.

Previous / Next.

A/N ;

This is trash thank you 😃

I dunno, it's just weird, but I need to upload it anyway, I'm short in ideas, I was thinking to write something but my hands don't want to make me do it 😒

This is cringe too.. I don't know? There's a lot of wasteful humor, I know how the drama is just too much but I'm desperate for some drama to unfold.

Anyway, thank you for all the like :" I just want to say how much I feel appreciated :" I love you guys thank you soo much.

Tag ;

#haechan #mark lee #nct dream #jaemin #lee jeno #renjun #zhong chenle #park jisung #nct fluff #nct fanfic

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yandere-ac · 4 years

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Yandere Pierce because I'm love him

Yandere Pierce X Reader

Just a heads up. This gets kinda dark towards the end (mainly murder) so if you’re sensitive to this stuff this probably ain’t the fic for you. The next once gonna be a lot less heavy but I just wanted to try some new subjects. If you guys don’t want the more mature subjects on this blog make sure to tell me. But anyways, here it is.

Growing up, Pierce had always felt a sense of entitlement. He wasn’t exactly spoiled, per say. His parents always beloved in working for what you wanted, and he did as well. He was very proud of all the muscle that he’d manage to build up during the past years since he started working out. He knew that the way for a well built body was long and hard but he knew that he was making improvements. See, he it wasn’t those things he felt entitled over. No, the things he would feel entitlement over would usually be people. Or, better put, peoples friendship. He would see or hear about someone and think “wow, I wanna be friends with them” and then go to introduce himself. Because of his (somewhat) charming nature, it was easy to make Friedan and he’d never gotten rejected. But, you could argue that it was bad that he’d never gotten rejected, because now he thinks that he’s owed peoples affections even when he really doesn’t. But there had always been one person that he quite couldn’t put his finger on.

And that person was you.

When he first moved onto the island, you hadn’t really made any attempt to befriend him at first, which he though was a bit rude but he ignored it, instead he made the first move and started talking to you. You two quickly became friends, since you and him and another resident where currently the only ones living on the island. And you were talking on a day to day basis. Sometimes he would trail behind you when you were walking around the island. If you went into the nooks cranny or ables sisters shop he would wait a few minutes and walk in himself, being very sneaky just to find an excuse to bump into you and have yet another conversation.

Sooner or later he would discover small factors like how whenever he was around you, he could feel his heart bump faster. Whenever he heard your laugh, he could feel his stomach fill with butterflies. If you ever said his name, his cheeks would turn red. It had been obvious to him that he had fallen in love with you. And it hadn’t been some small crush, he had fallen and he had fallen HARD. He thought of you, every second of everyday. He had fantasied about you two together, you would move in with him and you would have a pet sea-bass. After a while he would pop the question and you would accept happily. You would get married and start a family together. Oh how he wanted you. But of course you wanted him as well, I mean, how could you not? He was perfect in every single way. And you would soon be perfect together, he just had to find the perfect moment to confess to you.

It was a usual day, the sky was grey and riddled with dark clouds. You had just sold your turnips to Timmy and Tommy for a good amount of bells. You smirked as you looked down at the bags in your arms, you were so happy that you didn’t see where you were going, or who was standing in front of you. You bumped into the tall figure, losing your balance, Vella flying everywhere. You squinted, waiting for the impact of the hard ground. But before you could fall to the ground you felt something wrap around your wrist, effectively hindering you from falling. In a quick movement, they yanked you towards them and you felt your body collide with theirs. After a few seconds, once you got your bearings, you backed away.

“Oh, thanks. I didn’t se-“ you stopped in the middle of your sentence as you saw who had saved you. “Oh...hello Pierce...” you said, stomach instantly filling with bricks. Ever since he moved to the island he had been acting weird. And even if you were a little bit ashamed over it, you had avoided him when he first moved in. It was just something about him that had rubbed you the wrong way. But then he started talking to you every single day, and I mean every single day. Sometimes you would see him walking around you, acting very inconspicuous. At first you though it was just a coincidence but soon you would find that wherever you went, he was always slightly behind you. And it creeped you out! You had thought about going to Isabelle but you never where quite sure if it was stalking or if for some reason it was just a spooky coincidence. You didn’t want to accuse an innocent person of stalking you, especially if he did only want to be friends. However, where you did draw the line was the time you found him outside of your house. It had been one thing to see him following you around the island at daytime, but that was a whole other thing.

You remembered it clearly, the horror you felt. It had been late at night when you had woken up from strange noises outside. You tried to brush it off as nothing since it could be literally anything. But after a while you just couldn’t ignore it. You went up, trying to distract yourself by eating something. Going to your kitchen, you had started eating an apple when you thought you saw something out of your window. You had decided to investigate, a sense of curiosity awakening in you. As you went outside you heard rapid footsteps running from your house. You ran to see who it was, and to your horror you saw him. It was Pierce, or, Pierces back, running away. You were sure it was him. And you ran straight to Isabelle that night, banging on her door, begging to be let in. After a long conversation with her, she told you that she would talk to him. And for a while, it did seem like Pierce had backed off. But now it seemed like he was back with his shenanigans.

“What’s up Y/N? Were you in a hurry?” He had asked you, this was you chance. Quickly picking up all of your bell bags you turned to him in a hasty fashion. “Oh yeah, I really gotta go! Important stuff to do! But- uh, I’ll talk to you later man” you had tried to rush past him but he had grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. Damn it. “Don’t worry, this’ll only take a minute” he turned to you and grabbed your hands, making you cringe slightly. “Y/N, ever since I moved in here, I had my eye on you. You were just so special and different y’know. And I for so long you had made me feel things I had never felt” Pierce exclaimed, letting out a loving sigh. “...okay...” you didn’t like where this was going. “Everyday that I talked to you, I would always think about the interaction hours later, wondering what you made me feel. But then I realized it Y/N! That feeling! I know now what it is. So let me just make this super clear. Y/N, i have feelings for you! I wanna start a life with you!” Pierce exclaimed as he had a big goofy smile on his beak.

“WHAT?!” You yelled as you felt your entire body jolt back. Rest assured, Pierces grip on your hands remained. “Pierce I-I-do-wha-“ you couldn’t form any words at the moment, looking at Pierce his smile was gone and his eyes held something you couldn’t quite place, but your entire body screamed at you to run. “Pierce...I...I don’t....I just though we were friends...I’m sorry but...I can’t accept your feelings” once you said this you could feel his grip getting tighter. His eyes weren’t even looking at you, he was staring off into the distance. And that only terrified you further. By now, the grey clouds had turned darker and it had started raining. “I’m sorry, I hope you can respect my choice...I really have to go now, bye” with all of your might you snatched your hands away from him and ran as fast as you could. You ran towards one of your other residents home, Zucker. He was your close friend and you really didn’t want to be alone right now.

Meanwhile, Pierce just sat there. Unmoving. He couldn’t believe it, friends? Friends?! Is that all he was to you?! No! He wouldn’t accept this! You are his! He would make sure you were! Weather you liked it or not, he was gonna have you.

“Oh my god really?! He grabbed you!?” Zucker had asked, concern bracing his features. You had told him everything and he was quick to comfort and listen. “Yeah, he has honestly creeped me out so much these past weeks” you told him, putting your head in your hands. “You should really take this up with Isabelle. If you want, I could follow you there?” Zucker had offered, you smiled at him as he said this. “Thank you Zucker, I would love that”

You and Zucker were walking to the community Center, talking to each other. It all seemed to be fine and well until Zucker was tacked and pinned to the ground by a sharp pair of talons. You gasped as you turned to look at the culprit, Pierce. Standing above Zucker, growling as he looked at you. “Oh, so this is how it’s gonna go hmm? I confess my feeling for you, only to have you go out with some LAZY filthbag?!” Pierce had shouted at you, he had always disliked Zucker due to both of their different lifestyles. But never had you though that he would do something like this. “Pierce! No! Please don’t hurt him!” You cried out, but Pierce didn’t care. In one fell swoop, he had clawed into Zuckers stomach. “NO!!!” You yelled and fell to the floor.

“What is happening over he-“ you heard a voice say before it was cut off by a scream. Tom and Isabelle had gone out to see what was happening only to discover the gruesome sight. “RUN!!!” You had tried to warm them but soon enough Pierce had latched himself onto them as well. Now was the part where you ran. You ran as far as your legs could carry you. But you knew that it was hopeless. Where were you gonna run? You were stranded on an island! It wasn’t like you could grow wings and fl-DODO AIRLINES!!!

You ran towards the dock, almost tripping on your own two legs as you collapsed onto Orvilles desk. “ORVILLE! QUICKLY WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! PIERCE HAS GONE ON A KILLING SPRE-“ “Oh Y/N~” Shit. “Where are you my sweet?” You heard the madman call out. Soon, he went into the building. He was covered in blood, and had a love crazed look in his eyes. “Ah! There you are” he approached you and Orville. “St-Stay back! I’m warning you!” Orville had yelled back, but it was no use. “Stay back or what? Orville, between us birds, I don’t wanna milk you. So let’s make a deal alright? You and your brother leave, and NEVER come back. And I won’t kill you. That doesn’t sound so bad now, does it? You’re not strong enough to fend me off and you know that Orville, so let’s just cut the crap and make this easy” Pierce had said. You turned to look at Orville, praying that he doesn’t leave you alone with this murderer. But Orvilles eyes said it all, he was considering it.

Giving you a look of pity and mouthing the words “sorry”, he turned to Pierce. “Okay, I’ll do it, we’ll leave the island. Just...please don’t hurt her” As Orville said this, you felt the entire weight of the world crushing you. “N...no, no, no! NO! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM ORVILLE! PLEASE!” You felt yourself get grabbed and lifted off the ground, you began struggling and fighting back as hard as you could but in the end it was hopeless. Pierce was much stronger than you and you couldn’t escape from him. You saw Orville leave, and with that, your last smidge of hope.

Pierce was now carrying you out of the Dodo airline, holding you bridal style. You laid unmoving in his wings, you knew that you couldn’t do anything about it, this was your fate. You were destined to be stuck with this insane bird all alone on a deserted island. But unlike you, Pierce had never felt happier. Sure, he’d lost control and went overboard a little bit. But it was worth it! Now he had you! His little Hawkeye, he deserved this. He deserved you!

And all the other scum who tried to separate you two deserved what they got.

#yandere #yandere acnh #animal crossing #yandere animal crossing #yander pierce #pierce acnh #tw yandere #tw murder #tw obsessive behaviour #again if you guys dont like the murder shit make sure to tell me #i dont want to make anyone uncomfortable

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desperatepenguin722 · 4 years

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Just A Drink (Patton x Virgil)

Hi all! This is the second part to the first Patton x Virgil story I wrote, Take A Breath! This can be read as a standalone, or accompanied by the first part! Hope y’all enjoy!

TW: Drinking

“Come on! It’s just one drink! Then you can go back and dwell in the cave you call a dorm.” Roman walked alongside Virgil, or rather, was attempting to, as Virgil walked ahead.

“I already told you no. Don’t you have rehearsal to get to?”

“Patton will be coming.” Roman smirked. Virgil felt a slight blush creeping up his neck.

Ever since the afternoon Patton and Virgil had fallen asleep after Virgil’s panic attack, they hadn’t spoken much. Not on Patton’s part, of course, he’d been trying to talk to Virgil everyday whenever he saw him. Virgil, on the other hand, had been entirely avoiding the dog-loving man. It’s not that he was mad at him, quite the opposite in fact. After they’d woken up together, after Patton had called him beautiful, and held his face in his hands, those soft, gentle hands, Virgil had looked over to the sleeping man, and felt something in his heart that he hadn’t, well, ever. But, then he remembered why they had been in that situation, and he didn’t want to put that onto Patton. So, he would avoid him until those feelings went away.

“So? I don’t care who’s going.” He paused. “Patton doesn’t drink.”

“Designated driver.” Roman singsonged. With a sigh, Virgil shook his head.

“If I tell you maybe, will you leave me the hell alone?”

“Yes!”

“Fine, then maybe, now leave.”

Roman squealed, kissing Virgil’s cheek, flipping his hood down.

“Wonderful! See you this evening my dark mooded friend!” With that, Roman skipped, quite literally, towards the building his rehearsal was being held in. Virgil shook his head as he watched him go, he truly had no intention of going, after all.

***

Virgil flipped up his hood, walking out of his Biology lab, feeling lighter than when he’d first entered after having his unfortunate conversation with Roman. He loved science, he found the facts and truth in it to be comforting, and never ceased to be amazed by the complexities of the human body or the things it could discover and do. As he walked, he let his mind wander, watching as the sun began to set, despite it only being around six. That’s one of the reasons he loved the colder months, aside from no one judging him for wearing a hoodie and long pants all the time, not that he really cared what anyone judged anyway. Did Patton like the fall and winter months, too? He could easily imagine him in a soft, red sweater, some black sweats, and fuzzy socks, maybe with a mug of hot cocoa, perfectly snuggleable-

“Stop, will you stop, please?” In a moment of frustration, he hadn’t realized that he had just shouted at himself. Out loud. The two students passing gave him a look of vague concern before hurrying on their way, presumably afraid. He sighed, why couldn’t he get Patton out of his head? Perhaps, he thought, he was going about this the wrong way. Maybe if he could convince himself that Patton wasn’t as good as he’d been romanticizing himself to be, he could break this spell the man had seemed to put him under. Plus, he was tired of showering at Thomas’, who was the only person that knew about this predicament. Virgil had sworn Thomas to absolute secrecy, threatening him with things much worse than death if he breathed a word to anyone. Truthfully, he didn’t think he’d tell, but he had an image to keep up.

Making his way up to his room, he began to form what he thought to be the best courses of action for the evening, to finally rid him of his infatuation.

***

“So, a photon checks into a hotel.” Logan starts, suppressing a laugh. He was half a beer into the night, and quite obviously tipsy, so he’d suggested they all begin telling jokes, him starting, of course. Patton, Roman and Thomas were all listening, rather amused, waiting for him to continue. “The bellhop asks if they can help with the luggage. The photon replies, “I don’t have any, I’m travelling light”.”

Silence follows the punchline, as if the boys are waiting for more from the joke. Logan, however, bursts out laughing, extremely pleased and amused with himself and the joke.

“You...you get it? Because...because photons are...a particle representing a quantum of light or other electromagnetic radiation? And…and a photon carries energy proportional to the radiation frequency, but- but has zero rest mass?”

“My dear, clever friend, no one thinks that that joke is-”

“You guys started telling science jokes without me?”

A wide smile spread across Roman’s lips at the sight of Virgil, who, for once, wasn’t hiding deep within his black hoodie. Instead, he wore a form-fitting black, crew neck tee, a pair of black, ripped jeans, and all black, leather Converse. His eyeliner looked freshly done,as opposed to its typical, smudged state. For him, this was extremely dressed up. Roman wasn’t the only one to notice, it seemed, as both Thomas and Logan nodded approvingly at the outfit. Patton furrowed his brows a little, pausing a bit longer on the bits of exposed thigh and leg.

“Yes! Finally! Someone who can appreciate a good sense of humor!” Logan clapped Virgil on the shoulder, moving over and making room for him in the booth. Amused, Virgil glanced down at the half-empty Corona.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, that’s his first one.” Thomas took a small sip of his green margarita, lime, Virgil guessed. “It’s good to see you, Virgil. I didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Yeah, well, I forgot where I put my keys after I, uh, ran an errand. So, Patton’s my way into the dorm.” He cringed internally, knowing how rushed and half-thought-out it sounded. If anyone noticed, no one said anything. “Besides, who’d want to miss out on this wonderful little spot?” Sarcasm dripped off every word as Virgil spoke, looking around the small dive-bar the group had found when they’d first moved on campus. They’d been too young to drink then, but now, three years later, it’d become mainly Roman’s favorite establishment to inhabit. Not because he necessarily liked to drink, but simply because he could get the drinks for free. At least, he thought he could.

“Won’t your legs be cold?”

Virgil turned to Patton, who wore a look of concern, similar to the one he’d worn the day he’d fallen asleep in his arms…

“What?”

“The tears.” Pushing his glasses up, Patton motioned to his ripped jeans. “Won’t your legs get cold?”

“I-”

“Yeah, and what happened to your sweatshirt?” Logan leaned forward, slurring slightly, having just finished his drink.

“It was dirty. Why is everyone so concerned with me? I came here to drink, not to be questioned.”

“Aw, it sounds like someone’s had a crummy day.” With an ever present smile, Patton slid the drink menu across the table. “Believe it or not, kiddo, their milkshakes are super yummy.” Unsurprisingly, a strawberry milkshake is exactly what Patton happened to be drinking.

“I don’t want a milkshake.” He tried to keep his voice firm, and ignore how the tenderness, the simple innocence that was Patton made the walls around his heart begin to crumble. No, he wouldn’t let himself fall, not again. “I’ll have whiskey on the rocks.”

Before Patton could voice his concerns, the waiter had nodded and rushed off to fill the order. Virgil avoided his eyes, turning to Roman.

“So, got any jokes, theater boy?”

***

The night progressed, well, it progressed. After two more Coronas, Logan had fallen asleep, snoring softly as he slept on his folded arms. Roman had challenged Thomas to an arm wrestling competition, and lost terribly. Virgil had had one drink, then another, and was on his third glass of whiskey. With every drink, he attempted to swallow down more and more feelings. He’d downed his entire second glass after Patton had pulled his sleeves to cover a majority of his hands, and leaned his head to the side, giving Virgil a curious look. When Patton looked into his eyes, he felt terrifyingly seen, and for someone that tried to fade into the background as much as possible, his entire body rejected this with a passion. Hence, the disappearance of the whiskey. The more he drank, the stronger and harder to ignore the messy-haired man’s feelings became. Virgil, as it turned out, didn’t necessarily become obnoxious when he drank, he just, well, spoke more. He’d shared stories about his childhood, and about his first dog, Winter. Roman, though trying to listen, kept getting distracted by the tiny umbrella in his drink, and proceeded to giggle at it for twenty minutes straight. Thomas was only slightly tipsy, the second most sober, after Patton of course. Patton didn’t seem to be bothered by this, though, listening to everyone’s stories, jokes, and advice with a smile. Nothing ever seemed to knock away that smile.

At eleven, Patton’s phone rang out with a pre-set alarm. “Alright, kiddos, let’s pack this show up and head out, we’ve all got class in the morning.”

“No, I want some more tiny umbrellas!” Roman whined, sadly pouting as Thomas began to drag him from the booth.

“I promise I will buy you a hundred tiny umbrellas some other time, okay, sweet prince?” Roman sighed, nodding at Patton.

“C’mon.” Logan hardly stirred as Thomas and Roman wrapped their arms around him, helping him out of the booth and getting him to Patton’s car. Virgil, though, still sat in the booth, watching as Patton fumbled for his keys. Through slightly blurred vision, Virgil couldn’t help but admire how handsome Patton was in those ever-falling-down glasses.

“Hey, Pat?” Patton turned his attention to the man still sitting in the booth, tilting his head a little to the side.

“Yes, Virgil?”

“You- y’know that you’re really-”

As he leaned forward as he spoke, Virgil found the ground approaching much faster than he expected, especially considering he hadn’t expected it at all. He would’ve gotten well acquainted with it, had it not been for Patton’s quick reflexes.

“How about we finish that thought in the car, honey, hm?” Patton patted Virgil’s shoulder before wrapping his arm around it, leading him outside. Honey? That was new. The simple word spun around Virgil’s already-twirling head, soon making him unsure if the swaying in the ground could be attributed to that, or to the drinks. He concluded it was probably a mixture of both. That, and how close Patton and he were pressed together until they got to the car.

Soon, with only a little difficulty, all five boys were loaded into Patton’s 2013 Lexus. Patton, of course, was in the driver’s seat, glancing up in the rear view to check on the three boys all leaning on each other in the back, Logan in the middle, completely asleep once again, Roman snuggled under one of his arms, Thomas leaning on his other shoulder. Virgil sat in the seat beside him, head leaning on the window, eyes lazily blinking as he watched the streetlights pass. Soon becoming bored with his view, the dark-haired boy slowly turned his eyes to Patton, and though his tongue felt heavier than lead, he tried to get out what he’d started earlier at the bar.

“Hey- hey, Pat?”

Patton nodded, looking over at the red light. “Yes, Virgil?”

Virgil leaned over, getting close enough to see the definition between each eyelash covering Patton’s smooth, chocolate eyes.

“You wanna come back to my place?”

“Virgil, we live in the same dorm.” The younger man blinked, nodding a little, then chuckling, slumping back to the passenger side.

“Oh, oh yeah.”

***

After everyone had been taken to their dorms (some having been nearly dragged), Patton was helping Virgil get to theirs, his earlier offer still fresh on his mind.

“M’so tired.”

“I know, kiddo, let’s get you in bed.” As Patton helped Virgil to his bed, the boy chuckled a little, causing Patton to cock his head to the side, kneeling to remove his shoes. Virgil shook his head a little.

"Why do you call everyone kiddo?"

"Well, I, uh, I just do." He smiled a little, a soft blush forming on his cheeks. "I like taking care of people, you're all my kiddos."

The last line wiped any smile from the younger man's lips, a gentle frown finding its way there instead.

"But- but what if one of us wanted to be something different?" Patton chuckled.

"Like what, Virgil?" He swallowed a little, catching Patton's eyes and holding them as he spoke.

"Like yours."

There was a beat of silence between them, Patton's hand still slowly removing Virgil's shoe. He cleared his throat, standing, grabbing and wetting a washcloth before returning to a still waiting Virgil.

"I think that's something that we should talk about in the morning, honey." He sat next to him then, gently taking off his eyeliner, holding his chin delicately with his free hand. Virgil tried not to tremble beneath his touch, feeling every ounce of any alcohol-fueled courage he had slowly dissipating. Now, he just wanted to sleep.

"I-I can do it." He attempted to grab the cloth from Patton's hand, all while avoiding his eyes.

"It's no worry, I'm nearly finished-"

"Patton." Virgil cut him off, firmly taking the cloth. He willed his voice not to betray everything he was feeling, taking a deep breath in attempts to keep it steady. "P-Please, just let me do it."

Wordlessly, he did. Making his way to his side of the small room, he glanced back at Virgil once, heart aching. But, morning would come soon enough, and he repeated that until he was tucked in bed and shutting his eyes, praying that it was true.

***

Patton awoke to the sound of groans coming from his bathroom, familiar groans. After a moment, he peeled himself out of bed, heading towards the noise, sleepily rubbing his eyes. When he got to the bathroom and opened them, there kneeled the groaner, head resting on the lid, curled up. Patton took quick action, assembling all he could to try and get a hangover cure. He grabbed Gatorade, tea, Advil and a comfy sweater, laying them all on Virgil's bed before heading back to the bathroom. As to not scare him, he spoke softly, making sure to make it clear that he was there.

"Hey, kiddo. How're you doing?"

"I'm never drinking again. Why do people do this?"

Patton chuckled, kneeling beside him, lightly rubbing his back. "To forget. Or to remember."

Virgil furrowed his brows, looking over to him. "Jesus, Pat."

Patton smiled, standing him up, flushing the toilet and helping him brush his teeth. Virgil's face quickly flushed, and embarrassment filled him. He didn't remember most of the night before, and strongly disliked being so heavily taken care of now. But, he didn't object, part of him truly reveling in Patton's touch, part of him feeling too sick to overthink. After they were both settled into Virgil's bed, Virgil drinking a Gatorade and Patton getting Netflix loaded, Virgil looked over to Patton, watching him. He watched as his brows furrowed in concentration, the scar above his right brow twitching slightly. He admired the man so deeply, he had to know if he said anything he shouldn't have, if it was too late to go back.

"Hey, Pat?" Not looking up, but nodding, Patton responded.

"What's the haps, kiddo?"

"Did I say anything…weird last night?"

Without any hesitation, Patton shook his head a little. "No, kiddo." Looking up, he smiled softly, hoping Virgil couldn't see what was hiding in those eyes. "So, how does Lord of the Rings sound?"

#virgil x patton #thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders

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397bartonstreet · 4 years

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Hey @johnny-and-dora this is for you for the fall fic exchange!! This prompt I wrote for was “autumnal walk in the park” I’m really sorry a pre-series, pre-relationship undercover case is probably not what you asked for but it’s what came to me. Hope you like it!

Also thank you @b99fandomevents for organizing this. These types of things always strike excitement and activity in the fandom during the hiatuses. You guys are awesome!!

About a month ago, Detectives Peralta and Santiago made a huge bust of one of Brooklyn’s most prolific drug rings they’d been investigating since the early summer months. And it was awesome. They smashed into the doors of an abandoned warehouse straight out of an 80’s cop movie. All the men and women inside scattered and refused to go down without a fight, but they were no match for the Nine Nine. There were gunshots, screaming, kicking, punches, all the shebang that make these kinds of events extra epic. They got every single one of those sick, surprisingly attractive bastards. And Jake walked out of that place holding two handcuffed men in slow motion, with an ambient orchestra, an explosion behind him, and wearing sunglasses at night. He looked so cool.

Except they missed one dude. The leader of the drug ring. A fearsome man having hundreds of thousands of dollars to his name, elusive in records, and several deaths on his hands. His name… is Frank Smith.

Jake is still bitter about that.

The day before, Jake got a tip that this Anatole Kuragin (he refuses to call him Frank Smith) would be exchanging information with another dealer in plain sight at Prospect Park in the middle of the day. Jake guesses he understands the logic, no one would expect such a wanted criminal prancing around in daylight. But if he were truly smart, he wouldn’t risk it. And you can never tell if strangers walking through the park are also hiding in plain sight, waiting to catch you in the act and arrest you.

Captain Holt gave the orders for Jake and Amy to disguise as a married couple simply taking their child on a stroll through the park. Which is where they were now. Casually walking through Prospect Park pushing a clunky stroller they found in the precinct and wearing probably the dorkiest outfits Jake has ever worn on a case. He’s dressed like a father in suburbia, not a dope ass detective about to make a dope ass arrest.

“This is the worst. How am I supposed to look cool when I’m wearing a sweater vest and khaki pants?” he grunts toward his partner.

“Jake, this is not about looking cool, it’s about making the arrest and making the community a better place,” Amy says haughtily.

“This is like, the 20th case I’ve done with you and every single time you say something lamer and lamer,” he responds.

“I’m not the one keeping count.” Jake ignores her and instead makes his first survey of the park. They were told that the perp would be wearing a golden chain around his wrist to be easily recognized, but so far he sees no intimidating assholes wearing the friendship bracelet. Everyone here seems to be teenagers totally not smoking pot and families that look just like they do right now. They blend right in.

“The tip said that the exchange would be near the bridge. Let’s casually walk over there and take a ‘break’ on the bench and we’ll wait there,” Jake whispers to her.

“Ooh, it’ll give us time to enjoy the view. New York parks in Fall are the best. Everything is all colorful and beautiful, it’s like one of the only good things about this state,” Amy says. Jake switches his view from the people to the trees. It is beautiful, if he took casual strolls - which, who would want to be alone with their thoughts for that long- this would be the perfect time to do it. It’s picture perfect, with the way the leaves steadily drizzle down like rain, and the cloudy sky seems to bring out their vibrant colors. And the slight chill causing a want for warm drinks and comfy sweaters. It’s romantic, and he almost wants to pretend he’s not here for a case, and instead just take in the view. With his earphones in of course, he meant what he said about being alone with his thoughts.

“It’s a shame we’re working, I’d totally challenge on you who can make a bigger leaf pile,” she says with a smirk and he’s pulled out of his thoughts to cast her something impish.

“Oh, you’re on. We’ll come back tomorrow, I’ll even bring a pumpkin pie because I’m going to cream you,” he smirks. They reach the agreed bench to wait out the perp, and Amy struggles a bit to align the stupid stroller when she sits.

“What? That made literally no sense,” she says as he sits down beside her.

“Of course it does. What do you top pie with? Whipped cream and I’m going to whip you into cream, title of my sex tape.” Amy cringes and he can tell she’s resisting the urge to punch him in the arm.

“That’s disgusting, and if you have to explain the comeback then it wasn’t a good one.”

“Whatever,” he says. “Alright, back to business. You watch this way and I’ll watch that way,” he says and points in the opposite directions. All playfulness immediately leaves Amy’s demeanor and she’s back to being completely professional. It’s one thing Jake can admire about her, she’s incredibly dedicated at her job. She can flip the switch from casual to focused in a second, he can’t even do that.

Jake blinks away his thoughts, turning his attention back to his side. A comfortable silence falls between them, the only noise being Amy rocking the stroller back and forth and her shushing at the doll inside.

He’s trying not to show that he’s definitely staring intently at the man sitting alone on a bench, when he feels a sudden weight on his thigh. He looks down to see Amy’s hand opened expectantly. When he turns to her, she’s still just scouring the scene.

“What?” Jake asks. Amy turns back to him and flexes her hand in gesture.

“Hold my hand,” she says impatiently, as if this is just another everyday bit of police work.

“Hold your hand? For what?” he’s incredulous when he asks this, but he still places his hand on top of hers and Amy grips back.

“Because we’re supposed to be married,” she says.

“Isn’t the giant stroller in front of us indication enough that we’re straight smashing it?” Amy flashes him a glare.

“A stroller only goes so far, we won’t be very convincing if we’re stiff as boards.” She has a point, but of course he’s not going to say that out loud. Instead, he tightens her hand around his and pulls it closer to his lap. Out of instinct, of course, because that’s what couples do.

He can’t help but note that it feels kind of nice, her hand a cold contrast to his warm one. He tends to overheat, even in the Fall weather, and her hand provides some nice relief. He doesn’t dwell on that though, he has a case to solve, and it’s the last time he’ll ever hold Amy Santiago’s hand anyway.

Jake tries squinting as discreetly as possible at the wrists of those in his line of sight, trying to spot the golden chain. There aren’t many men lurking around the park, and none of them seem to be wearing any bracelets. Except for one guy, who has his hands behind his back. Jake keeps an eye on him.

“Are you cold, Patricia? You need mommy to give you another blanket?” Amy says loudly so anyone around them can hear.

“Patricia?” Jake asks.

“What about it, Jake” she groans, bracing herself for a round of teasing.

“That’s what you would name your daughter? Patricia?”

“It’s just the first one that popped into my head okay,” she hisses. “What would you name her?”

“Me? I’d probably name her something badass. Like Rogue, or Rebel,” he says, nodding his head.

“Rogue sounds like the antagonist of an awful racing movie,” she laughs. “If I had a daughter, I would probably want to name her something that’s kind of meaningful and touching. I’ve always thought about naming my daughter Carmen, after my grandmother,” she says.

“Aw, that’s actually really nice. Then I’d call her Caramel. Caramel Carmen. Giving your daughter nicknames is Peak dad.”

“Your daughter? Are we having this baby together,” Amy snorts, a mischievous glint in her eye. She absolutely knows that pointing this out will make him squirm, and Jake hates that she’s right.

“What? No! It’s just… the undercover situation that’s all… stop looking at me like that” he says and doesn’t wait for her reply, just puts his attention back to the mission. Thankfully she doesn’t press, just lets him continue the surveillance. What he sees is lots of people that look like them, but then again not really. There’s at least one parent with a kid around them or pushing a stroller as awkward as theirs. And in the park, with the autumn leaves falling around them, and the kids making piles and kicking at them. They’re real, natural, unlike they are.

He remembers having that with his own mom. Whenever his mom found time and wasn’t working, she would take him to the park. And in the autumn months, he’d do exactly what that little kid with the chocolate curls and Ninja Turtles beanie over there is doing. Shoving pine cones into his pocket and then chucking them into the arm to see how far he can throw them. Looking back to his mother for praise.

If he was a dad, he’d be throwing pine cones with him.

And for a moment, he doesn’t know why, he lets himself imagine what it would be like if this was real. If he was sitting in a New York park during its peak season, with a stroller in front of him holding a baby, a real baby that would be his, that would grow up to be like that little boy over there. The hand he’s holding in his lap would be his wife’s, a woman he actually loved. If it were his wife, he thinks, he wouldn’t just hold her hand, he’d lace their fingers together. He does just that, changing positions to demonstrate how he’d do it. He would also stroke her thumb softly, and he gives the hand he’s holding an experimental caress. He looks up at Amy, who is still rocking the stroller and her eyes still focused on what’s in front of her. If Amy were his wife, he’d playfully tug on that strand of hair that’s gotten loose from her ponytail- he stops. If Amy were his wife?

He blinks several times, pulling himself back to earth and away from whatever just happened. He even shakes his head a little for good measure, to rid of whatever the hell kind of intrusive thought that was. Amy would be the last person in the entire world he’d marry. He’s known her for a year now and the only non work related thing he’s ever heard her talk about was a seminar for perfecting the art of nonverbal communication. Which is like the nerdiest thing he’s heard anyone ever say. If anyone were to be his wife, it would be the hot, flirty, movie ticket seller that’s always giving him eyes.

He looks down at their hands to see that they’re still joined. Not only joined, but laced together. Not only laced together, but his thumb is still slightly caressing hers, and he quickly lets go like he’s burned himself. Amy doesn’t even seem to notice his internal struggle, or acknowledge the way he let go suddenly. She just puts the hand on the handlebar to aid the other.

Well… he guesses Amy is pretty in that pre-makeover nerdy type before the transformation that makes her popular kind of way. Not that he watches those movies.

But not for him, no way. Not Amy. He doesn’t even know why he’s still thinking about this.

“You want to yell at me for being stiff? You look like an animatronic,” he teases, hiding his awkward cough through a laugh.

“Shut up Peralta. I’m just trying to do my job here,” she says. A shiver suddenly wracks her body. “God, I need this guy to hurry up, I’m freezing.”

“Seriously? You’re wearing a scarf and gloves.”

“I get cold easily, leave me alone,” she says, and another shiver chatters her teeth a bit. It makes him feel kind of bad, the only reason they’re out here anyway is because he didn’t go for the ring leader first like he normally would before getting away. The boss is always the biggest collar, and in the excitement he didn’t think. So, before he can think about it too much, he’s shrugging off his leather jacket.

“Here, take this,” he holds it out for her.

“Oh, no, I’m fine man, I’ll just-“

“It’s fine, you wearing my jacket will add to our undercover look and make us less suspicious,” he says with a lowered voice. Amy purses her lips in contemplation for a moment more before taking the jacket and sliding into it, shuffling a little to make sure her badge, gun, and handcuffs are still easily accessible.

“Thanks,” she says, her voice betraying some shyness and embarrassment, she’s about to say something more when something catches her attention, her brows furrowing and lips pursing. “I found the guy. Gold chain on his wrist in plain sight.”

And just like that they’re back in the zone. Two detectives lurking about twenty feet away from the bastard they’ve got their eye on.

“Alright you get left, I’ll get right. Rosa is waiting for us in a black van over there so we have to grab him and take him to the car. Remember, be as quiet about this as possible, we don’t want to scare anyone.” Amy says. Of course with cases like these they can never be too quiet, but the quieter it is, the less panic there will be.

They both stand and walk the stroller towards the perp, Amy going left and him going right like instructed. Away from the bench they were sitting on, and away from the happy children and parents enjoying the daylight. Away from the little boy with the Ninja Turtles beanie that reminds him a little too much of himself. Away from the fathers he’ll probably never be.

And sure, maybe he won’t ever be a father, or have a wife to have autumnal strolls with. But right now he’s got what he does best. And he gets to do it right now, take down a badass crime boss in… maybe not the most badass outfit. You win some you lose some.

Being a detective is all he’s ever wanted, and he’s totally good with that.

He really is.

He swears.

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Can’t Cheat Fate [4]

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader, slight Jonathan Byers/Female Reader || Fake Dating! Au

series summary: After years of pining after the same guy you finally decide to tell him, but unfortunately you waited too long and he’s found someone else. Luckily, Steve Harrington offers to help you get him back if you’re willing to help him win the girl of his dreams.

warnings: some cure words oof || word count: 3.5k+

Note: I promise the fake dating will arrive I PROMISE IT’S GONNA BE GOOD STUFF AND I LOVE STEVE IN THIS FIC enjoy my dudes a lil lengthy~~~~

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About a week has passed, and what you believed to happen that usually happens after a small disagreement between you and Jonathan did not happen. Sure, he still waited for you to take you to school, but about two days later she started to join too.

And now, here you were, sitting in the back seat trying not to glare daggers at the back of Jonathan’s head as he talked about whatever to Marlene. She was in the front seat, laughing and giggling and blushing. You had no right to be this jealous, you knew that, but shit could this be at the worst time?

You heard a scoff next to you, and you turned your head to see a mess of brown hair, it was Will and he looked equally, if not more, annoyed than you did, “He meets her not even a week ago and we get moved to the backseat,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear. You huffed in annoyance.

“Tell me about it.” You looked back at them, seeing Jonathan giving Marlene major heart-eyes. You felt your heart tear only just a little, annoyed look falling to one of sadness. Your heart really couldn’t handle being here, you tore your eyes away to look at the passing trees. Then you told yourself you wouldn’t ride with them tomorrow or the day after that or the day after that!

And unlike most things you tell yourself to do, this time you actually went through with it. Except, it wasn’t as planned. You came running into the library, panting and sweating, hair disheveled, legs just aching, and hands probably forming blisters from holding the bike handles for that long. Steve’s attention was pulled away from the conversation he was having with Nancy to look at you with a puzzled look as you fell into his arms dramatically.

“Woah! (y/n)!” he said, eyes wide and you began to wheeze.

“Water- just please get me some water.” You were completely out of breath, voice croaking. Steve looked around, then took the water bottle that Nancy was offering with a concerned look. He winked at her as a thanks and opened it for you. You took it with both hands, drinking as much as you could.

“Hey! Not so fast- slow down,” he took the water from you, some of it dripping onto your shirt and onto the ground. You leaned down, trying to slow down your breathing. Steve sent an apologetic look to the librarian who was looking on with disapproving eyes of the noise you were making.

“Here sit down,” he pulled out a chair for you, and helped you sit down as you collected yourself, finally getting to a nice, normal heart rate, “You look like you just ran a marathon.” He was leaning over to you, giving you a concerned look. You took another sip of the water, letting out a breath.

“I rode my bike to school today,” you finally explained, “That’s why I’m late, sorry for coming in here like I was dying and uh-” you looked at the water, noticing it was nearly gone, “Sorry about this…” Nancy smiled.

“It’s okay, you needed it.” You looked at her, not realizing it was her water bottle. Steve was looking at her with a dreamy look in his eyes, making you inwardly cringe. You snickered and Steve snapped out of his dreamy state and had his attention back on you.

“Wait- you rode your bike to school today?” Steve asked, “I thought Jonathan takes you to school.”

“He does- well he used to. I’d rather come in here everyday dying and drinking other people’s waters than get a front row seat to the Jonathan gives Marlene heart eyes for 20 minutes while somehow not crashing the car show,” you grumbled, not even realizing what you just said. Steve tilted his head for a second, then hummed.

“Wait what?” You looked at him now.

“Hm?”

“I don’t get it-” The bell rang, and you groaned, really really not wanting to deal with class right now in your condition, Steve pat your shoulder and laughed completely forgoing his earlier confusion, “You don’t look too good. Come on, let’s get you to the nurse’s office.” He helped you to your feet, letting you lean against him and looked at Nancy, “Want this back?” He gestured to the water bottle and Nancy shook her head.

“No she can have it especially if she’s riding to school everyday now- I have another one I left at Barb’s house anyway.” Steve grinned.

“You’re so nice,” he complimented, and you scoffed. Steve gave you a look.

“Want my help to the nurse or not?” he mumbled in your ear, you looked down because yeah you were feeling a bit light-headed and could use an ice-pack or something, “See you later Nance.”

“Bye Steve- and hope you feel better (y/n)!” she called as Steve dragged you out of the library. At the nurses office, Steve helped you sit down on one of the waiting chairs.

“You gonna be okay alone? I can’t be late for class again,” he said, pointing to the exit. You waved him off and replied, “I’ll be fine, feeling better already. Thanks.” He looked like he was about to leave, but then he just stood there, a shit-eating grin growing on his face that you noticed right away away, “What is it? Why are you smiling like that?”

“No reason,” he said, and you shooed him away.

“Get outa here Steve- and you better have written a rough draft of your intro and first body paragraph or so help me!” you pointed at him warningly. The brunette scoffed, and then waved a hand at you as he left. You meant it too, he better have those done.

You were feeling better throughout the day, at least your legs were, but your heart wasn’t especially when you forced yourself to sit with Jonathan and Marlene during lunch. You were staring down at your half eaten sandwich, trying to literally tune out their conversation until Jonathan got up to buy Marlene a soda. That’s when she started to talk to you.

“He’s a great guy” she said, you glanced up at her, “I can see why you’re friends with him…” You nodded, but didn’t want to talk to her still, apparently she couldn’t take a hint and continued, “He tells me you and him have been friends since third grade.” You nodded again, and she smiled weakly, probably trying to find a way to get you to talk, “Well...hey! He actually asked me to be his model for his photography project! He told me you posed for a lot of them- any tips?”

Okay, that you heard and that made you snap your eyes up at her, meeting her shimmering brown eyes, “What?”

“It was last minute, he asked me this morning on the way to school, you rode your bike today huh?” You ignored that, not wanting to explain anything, “Well- this weekend we’re going to out to the woods to take pictures.”

You tightened your jaw, trying to not snap at her, because you shouldn’t be snapping at her- it should be Jonathan. But he wasn’t here. That bastard replaced you, replaced you?! You suddenly stood up, catching Marlene by surprise.

“I have to talk to Jonathan right quick- I’ll be back,” you said in a surprisingly calm tone, Marlene smiled and nodded. You grabbed your bag, leaving your food and going straight up to Jonathan by the soda machine. You rested your hand on his shoulder, and he smiled for a moment before he saw it was you. The smile fell.

“What is it? You want one too? I only have enough for one,” he said in a short tone, you shook your head.

“No I don’t want one, Marlene just told me that she’s your model for the photography project that I was your model for,” you went straight to the point, your voice low and full of hurt. Jonathan tensed up and turned his head to meet your eyes, actually seeing the hurt and confusion there. Then he shrugged, grabbing the soda from the bottom of the machine and turning around.

“Thought she’d have more time, you know since you are busy after school,” he was obviously referring to the sessions you have with Steve on Tuesday and Thursdays, obviously still mad at you about it even though you apologized, you grabbed his arm before he could walk away, desperate to get your side out.

“Yeah- two days out of the week! And not even for that long,” you said, Jonathan once again shrugged and quite frankly his stupid shrugging was becoming a pet peeve of yours, you opened your mouth to ask him if he was still pissed about you hanging with Steve, but decided against it- not wanting to open that door again, so you bit your tongue and simply nodded, “Well- it’s your project I guess. Thanks for the heads up though- would’ve been better to hear it from you.”

Jonathan eyed you, and for a moment you thought you saw some kind of hurt reaction, but you didn’t want to stand there anymore or even return to the table. So you released his arm and turned around, aware you were leaving your food. You weren’t hungry anymore anyway, that empty feeling had returned and blanketed over you once again, so bad that you even decided to skip sixth period altogether. You didn’t want to be there to see her sitting in your seat, and taking your best friend��s attention- if he even was your best friend anymore.

So during that time, you went straight to the study room and well- tried your best not to cry because you didn’t think you had a reason to cry in the first place, when in reality you did. Jonathan wasn’t yours, never was, you shouldn’t be upset about it. It was his project, but you couldn’t help but feel betrayed. Still- you refused to cry and just sat there for 50 minutes twiddling your thumbs.

When the day was over, Steve wasn’t very surprised to see you already sitting in the study room, all your supplies out including a red pen to correct his two paragraph draft with. You both gave a silent greeting, a fake smile on your lips that you tried your best to look real. He sat in the seat next to you, pulling out a sheet of paper with writing all over it and wearing a winning smile.

“Done! Did it yesterday night, take a look, and tell me what you think. I think it’s my best work,” he said as he slid the paper in front of you, you didn’t even begin reading when you said, “First drafts are never your best work.” Steve frowned.

“Okay~” He watched you closely as you began to review his rough draft and mark up his page until there was more red writing and corrections than actually writing. He felt a bit embarrassed, but it was you correcting it and he knew you were real when it came to essay writing. Why else would he ask you to be his tutor per say? 10 minutes past and you had re-read it twice now, or appeared to be, to be honest you were blanking out as your mind kept wandering to the conversation between you and Jonathan. New questions entered your mind like- what is his problem with this? Sure he doesn’t like Steve, but you didn’t think you ever gave any signs to be attracted to this guy. Why is he so affected by it anyway it wasn’t like Steve was taking up your entire life outside of school?

“So- uh what do you think? I see you...probably don’t have a good opinion about it but-”

You blinked, “Oh- I uh-” But Steve cut you off, taking the pen from your hand because he had in fact noticed you staring at the paper while looking a million miles away.

“Okay- what’s wrong? Are you still light-headed? Did you drink anymore water? Eat anything today? I can’t have a tutor who can’t stay focused,” he was in a way mocking your bossy tone you sometimes had when it came to your sessions, but it was all in good fun because when you looked at him with an offended look, he grinned playfully, “Seriously though, what’s wrong?” he nudged your shoulder and you shook your head.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Steve, now to the paper,” you held it between your fingers, but Steve snatched it away from you.

“No that can wait- is it about your boy Jonathan and that girl Marlene?” he got straight to it huh? You licked your suddenly dry lips, and laughed nervously.

“Why would I be upset about that-” Steve gave you a ‘Come on’ look, and you couldn’t help but just basically yell, “Yes okay- that’s what it is! And it shouldn’t be bothering me so much, but he barely met her! And I just- feel like he’s replacing me!” Steve was a bit taken back by how easy it was for you to spill and also by the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Go on,” Steve leaned back, crossing his arms, ready to listen to you. You sighed, forcing the tears to stay in your eyes.

“We got into this argument- you know the one you asked me about last Monday - and I mean, he was totally over-reacting and overanalyzing everything! And I got mad because of the way he was acting- but I really, really hate when we fight, so I apologized and expected him to as well, which he didn’t! And now he’s bringing this girl around, letting her take my seat in History, taking my spot in the front seat, taking my...stupid modeling job for him,” you went off on an entire rant, throwing your hands around as you explained everything, “He ignores me, he keeps on,” you mocked his stupid shrug, “Every time I ask him something, I even just-” You slammed your hand on the table, and then let your head fall against the top of your hand, “And I just don’t know what to do Steve.” You whined.

Steve was still a bit confused about the whole ordeal, so he asked, “Wait- what were you two arguing about in the first place? I want to help you (y/n), but I need to know this vital information.” He leaned in a bit towards you, seeing your teared up eyes widen slightly.

“Oh- it was stupid, it was,” you sat upwards again, not wanting to look at him when you told him, “So like- Jonathan was under the impression that me and you were like- a thing after you were talking to me about our essay workshops okay- and he just-” You rolled your eyes as the stupid look on his face was still fresh in your memory, but then you saw Steve giving you a teasing smile, “Wipe that look off your face! I don’t like you like that! I like Jonathan like that! I was actually just about to admit my feelings to him-”

“Wait a second! You like Byers?” The teasing look on his face vanished, being replaced with surprise, you felt your cheeks heat up and you shrunk in your spot, realizing you just let your a thousand year long crush slip from your mouth like it was nothing, “That’s...surprising actually. I didn’t know that. I actually thought it was the other way around.”

“The other way- what?”

Steve leaned his arm on the desk, turning his body slightly towards you, “Well I mean, I always thought it was Jonathan who was crushing on you. Not you crushing on him.” You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering where he could’ve gotten an idea like that. He noticed the disbelief in your face and continued, “I thought he’s been crushing on you for years and you were the one giving him a hard time!”

“That’s not funny Steve, you’re seeing things, that’s not true. If he liked me, I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you about this,” you said, your voice faltering slightly, “Besides- even if he did like me like I like him- it wouldn’t matter. He seems to think me and you are secretly dating and found someone else.” Steve frowned, and then ran his hand through his hair as he let out a long breath.

“Maybe you should be looking at this from my point of view- okay so- Jonathan is mad because he thinks me and you are dating.” He pointed between the both of you, “Why else would he be mad about the possibility of you dating me if it meant he wasn’t jealous?” You scoffed, and replied instantly, “No that’s not it, he just doesn’t like you.” Steve’s mouth fell open, and he fell back in chair, slapping his hand over his heart.

“Excuse me! He started to hate me in eighth grade okay! You know after Tina’s party.” For a moment, that made sense to you, that maybe Jonathan actually did like you and disliked Steve because of that party, which honestly made you blush to think about still, but then again...you couldn’t really remember a time where Jonathan did like Steve, so you dismissed that idea completely.

“It’s whatever Steve, I don’t even- he doesn’t like me okay? Please don’t pull my strings any longer,” you begged slightly, he sighed and nodded, “I just have to deal with it, but I just wish I had other friend’s to sit with. I don’t think I can handle another day.” That’s when Steve looked really offended.

“Regardless if Jonathan likes you or not he doesn’t have to be a jerk to you about it and almost make you cry,” Steve leaned in again to look at you with a serious look, “Just sit with me, your friend,” he put emphasis on friend, and it made you smile.

“That’s right...I’m sorry for forgetting about you- but I don’t think sitting with you would make the situation any better.” Steve looked away in thought for a moment, before nodding and agreeing, but still leaving the open invitation that if Jonathan became too unbearable to just sit with him instead. It made you smile for real for the first time in a while.

The both of you grew silent, and you suddenly felt bad that half of your session was wasted with your problems. And then you started to feel bad that Steve had to be the one to hear your stupid rant, so to make up for it, you turned towards him and asked him about him and Nancy. Because honestly, you were just a teeny bit curious after having to fight for his attention in the morning when you were quite literally dying. And then there was the other morning where she clearly rejected the guy.

Steve huffed, “Well, during the summer- we ran into each other at one of Tina’s pool parties, we got to talking, got to flirting, and you know- eventually got to kissing.” You regretted asking, seeing the torn up look at his face, “We have a fling all summer, meeting each other places, going on dates, kissing- and I realized when it was coming to an end that I really like her. And I want her to be my girlfriend, she’s really sweet, funny...and so smart, probably too perfect for me which is probably why she keeps rejecting me.” You frowned.

“Well how often do you ask her?”

“Not that often! Just sometimes when we kiss in like the bathroom or under the bleachers or at parties and stuff-”

“Wait! So you and her are still...together, but not romantically together?” you asked, now completely interested. Steve shrugged his shoulders, still frowning, then nodded, but it wasn’t a for sure nod, “So this fling- it’s basically still going on. Huh.” You just thought Steve liked her and she had no interest in him whatsoever.

“Well maybe you can offer me some advice, what should I do?”

Honestly, you didn’t even know what to say, but you felt obligated to say something because even if he was no help in your situation, he still tried and listened, so you’re going to do the same, “It’s a bit tricky, so- she likes you right?” He nodded, “And she’s told you?” He nodded again, you hummed in thought, “I can’t speak for Nancy because I’m not Nancy, I am (y/n), but I’m thinking maybe she’s just comfortable with the arrangement you two already have- and-” Steve was looking at with complete interest, and you froze up, “I don’t know Steve! Why don’t you just like end it! See what she does!”

“I don’t want to end it though,” he frowned, and you felt bad and added, “No I mean like- temporarily, like date someone else- see how she reacts?” Steve raised a brow, giving you a look and then shook his head. You cringed because suddenly you knew how bad it sounded.

“(y/n) that’s the worst advice I’ve gotten, the freshman on my team who’ve never dated anyone can give better advice than you,” he stated. You held your hands up defense.

“You’re the one who asked the girl who’s been crushing on the same guy for 8 years!” Steve uncrossed his arms, then laughed. You watched him for a moment, then began to laugh yourself, looking back onto the desk and feeling a bit better. You were no longer feeling as empty inside as you did before. You felt a bit silly too, barely realizing that yeah...Steve actually was a friend to you, perhaps not as long as Jonathan, but still a friend regardless. Why did it never occur to you until now? With a smile on your lips, you glanced at the time, seeing you had about 15 minutes left to help him with his essay.

“Oh no- can we talk about you liking Jonathan some more?” Steve asked jokingly as you grabbed the essay back. You playfully glared at him. He scooted slightly closer to you, listening to you point out and explain all your corrections.

When the 15 minutes passed, Steve ended up convincing you let him take you home, and you guys talked longer about your problems, he was still very surprised it was you who liked Jonathan and not the other way, and you were not convinced that Jonathan liked you at all.

In front of your house now, Steve helped you get the bike out of the back of his car. You thanked him for the ride and bid him a good-bye. As Steve was going to get back into his car, he suddenly smirked and yelled,“Also before I go- please don’t ever give anyone relationship advice, you’re awful at it!”

“You don’t know if you don’t try!” you turned around and pointed, trying to defend your own honor even though you were fully aware your advice was garbage. Steve let out a loud laugh, then waved at you once more.

“Don’t know if I don’t try- she’s crazy,” Steve said to himself amused,and shaking his head

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mikawa-province · 5 years

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The Nile

Title: The Nile Fandom: Samurai Love Ballad: Party/Tenka Touitsu Koi no Ran: Love Ballad Pairing: Tokugawa Ieyasu x MC Rating: PG-13 Word Count (MS Word): 4,545

現状否定　（げんじょうひてい） [genjouhitei] (n) refusal to accept the present situation; denial of the existing situation

Happy Birthday, Tokugawa Ieyasu!

This was not how he envisioned his evening to be.

All Matsudaira Motoyasu wanted was a nice dinner and a bath before he retired to his bedroom, in preparation for a hectic morning ahead, which would consist of heading to the airport to make it in time for his morning flight. Business trips were the bane of existence, especially when it involved flying out of his home country to meet with clients.

Frankly, while he loved his day job, this was one aspect that he thought they should do away with, as he has never been the type to mingle and be nice. Within his workplace, he was known as the sarcastic one who had to be told to stop cursing out, lest he offended the people around him with his foul mouth.

… Not like he cared, really. His workplace could tell him to tone down his cursing all they like, it's not like he would cave in. Rather, his current career choice was something he was doing to tide him over until his dream job became stable enough to be a career.

And just like every dream job, he was still not at that level where he could abandon his day job for the one he had been dreaming of ever since he was old enough to understand what he wanted to do in life.

“Huh, never realize you'd be the type to cohabit with a woman, Motoyasu. Or is she your wife, as the rumors say?” came the familiar drawl that made him want to cringe openly.

Was there any law protecting citizens from getting sued if he slammed the door and claimed that any injury that resulted from said action was simply an ‘accident’? His unwanted guest’s fingers were on the door frame, the most perfect spot for what he was planning, and he was so very tempted to close the door with as much force as he could muster. That should be enough to get his point across.

Then again, no matter how much he tried, Oda Saburou never bothered listening to him.

That, and the man was such a huge gossip, nothing escaped his notice, his hearing, and his network.

As expected of a politician, Motoyasu thought to himself darkly before smiling at his childhood acquaintance.

“She’s neither. The woman is my housekeeper.” while he did not want Oda to know what she really was to him, he figured that telling the partial truth would be enough to satisfy the other man’s curiosity.

Oda, unfortunately, did not thinking that was all there was to the story and pressed on, the notorious busybody that he was. “Really? Just a housekeeper? Yet she lives with you?” [1]

He felt his eyes glare at the direction of the shrewd legislator giving him a sly look. “The arrangement I have with her is none of your business.”

Motoyasu wished that this scenario had never happened.

It was one thing for Oda to confront him about this… unusual setup without her within earshot. Conversations like these were done at expensive restaurants, specifically private rooms that were confirmed not to have been bugged nor tampered with.

Now, with her standing by the doorway beside him… this was the worst scenario he could ever think of. Not only because it did not make sense that member of the National Diet was visiting him on a whim, but Oda was being too persistent with his line of questioning and seemed way too interested and invested with his personal life.

The look on her face said it all: confused, incredulous, and most of all… shock.

Representative Oda Saburou of Aichi Prefecture’s First District [2] was at the front door and acted with so much arrogance, it seemed as if he owned the place.

The blond man resisted every urge to roll his eyes at the sight of the most irritating man in existence. “... Can you leave? I have an early flight to catch tomorrow—” before he could tell the man to fuck off and get lost, Oda raised a hand, as if to greet her and winked!

To his own surprise and anger, she blushed.

Blushed.

Fucking hell.

“Hey you, why don’t you work for me instead? No doubt Motoyasu’s pay rate is shit, and you probably don’t even have your own room.” Oda said, referring to his apartment setup that was definitely not up to a politician’s standards. “Can you really stand to live in a place like this? I’m sure I have more to offer than he does, no offense.” the last part sounded like he had randomly thrown that in to soften the blow, but Motoyasu knew better.

Oda was a demon in his own right, and was subtly trying to provoke him, in an attempt to test his patience.

… Maybe this was the sign he was waiting for.

Oda would still be able to live normally, even after losing a few fingers, right?

Then again, he didn’t need fingers if all he did was use his personal seal [3] to stamp everything in approval.

Just before he could take a single step towards the entryway to slam the door shut, she finally found her voice.

“I-If I may, Representative Oda…” she began hesitantly, wringing her hands before looking directly at the politician. “I would like to respectfully decline your offer. I am happy with what I am doing right now, and Motoyasu has been nothing but kind to me ever since I started working for him.”

Did she just… call him by his first name…?!

He shouldn’t be that surprised, really.

Given that his western upbringing had made him immune to getting surprised when people called him by his given name [4], her calling him by his name other than ‘Matsudaira-san’ for the past few months since she moved in… something akin to ‘fluttering’ made its way to his heart, which horrified and puzzled him at the same time.

Was he really that desperate to hear his name from her lips?

He was more deluded than he thought he would be.

The office teasing was getting to him so bad, he was starting to overthink of matters that he should not even be thinking about.

Nishina Sanae was his housekeeper (not officially, but she referred to herself as such), and he was her employer and boss (according to her, anyway); such a setup shouldn’t bring such crazy ideas to his mind.

Yet… it did.

If they were living overseas, he would have been sued for harassment if he dared to make a move… however, in his home country, their current setup was one of those scenarios that people who wrote fiction for a living made millions of yen from. It was absurd, really, how the master of the house would somehow fall for his housekeeper, courtesy of either clumsy writing or a rather believable storyline that got the masses hooked.

Even so, he never did see her as his housekeeper. She did more than just housesit for him whenever he was away at his day job, or when he did his gig late in the evenings that would last until the early morning. Too exhausted to do his chores, which was brought about by his late-night job, she did it all to help around the house in order to, according to her, pay her share of the rent in lieu of monetary payment. While it sounded so sleazy that she was doing almost all the household work, as he had been used to the notion that chores were done on a give and take basis between two individuals living together, she informed him that she was more than happy to do the chores as it distracted her from falling into a mess.

Until now, she was still unable to secure another job to replace the one that had let her go, and was desperately searching for anything that would allow her to earn the exact same rate that her old job gave her.

“After all, I need to have my own place as soon as possible. It’s gonna be awkward if I’m here and you bring a lady over. I’ll be in the way and she might get the wrong idea.”

He resisted rolling his eyes upon hearing her say that. Dating was far from his mind, especially since he was focusing on his side gig, and, at the same time, trying to keep his head afloat with his day job. ‘Exhausting’ was one way to put it, but there was also the matter of his family to keep in mind.

If only his family was normal, they probably would not bat an eyelash over his personal choices, but they weren’t… exactly what the population would call ‘normal’.

Far from it.

“Really?” Oda did not look convinced. “You find him ‘kind’ when he’s forcing you to make him a lunch box everyday for the past few months?”

This fucking guy was seriously going to get stabbed one of these days. If the yakuza wouldn’t do it, he would definitely be first in line to go through with it.

How long would he be in jail if he ‘accidentally’ stabbed this guy?

… And how the hell did he know about the bentou boxes? Did Oda seriously have spies at his workplace?

He made a mental note to be careful from now on.

“No way, it’s not like that!” she said. “I don’t mind making lunches for him!”

How awkward that what he ate for lunch was becoming a point of intrigue in his company. He had hoped that when he started bringing her home-cooked meals, his co-workers would not notice it; it had been barely two minutes since he began eating when one of them did and straight-up asked him if he already knocked up a woman and married her.

At that time, he found the notion ridiculous. He had no time to ‘knock up’ a woman, with the way his schedule worked, and how exhausted he was day after day.

“Whatever you say, man, but if you’re that oblivious with the way your wife puts a lot of effort in that bentou of yours, I won’t be surprised if she finds someone else who would appreciate her more than you ever will and divorce you.”

… Maybe he really was more exhausted than he thought. His brain was giving him stupid ideas from all that romantic-related nonsense his co-workers were telling him.

Death from overwork was a thing [5], and he had to be careful not to tire himself out too much.

But before all of that, first thing’s first: Oda had to go, either as a corpse, or as a living human being.

“Interesting.” the politician was smirking from ear to ear now. “A home-cooked meal, huh… haven’t had one in a long time.”

Just before the blond man could tell him to simply go home and have his own meal prepared by his personal chef, she just had to do the most annoying thing possible.

“If you’d like, I can cook for you sometime.” she volunteered readily.

Motoyasu did not know why, but he was suddenly seeing red, and the fact that he was feeling rather murderous when Oda’s taunts and teasing did not used to affect him was very alarming. Either way, by the looks of it, it was either he ended up ‘accidentally’ stabbing the man or he shoved the guy out of his apartment, all the while acting as cordial as possible while doing said shoving.

As he still had dreams to fulfill, one of which being his side job becoming a full-time job, he opted for the latter, and made a move to close the door. While doing so, he had accidentally hit her hand as he swung his own to grab the door frame.

“Sorry.” he muttered, wondering why his cheeks felt hot all of a sudden at the contact.

“N-no worries…”

Oda Saburou rolled his eyes upon seeing the red-faced woman and shook his head. “Yeah right, you’re totally not married.” he remarked sarcastically.

“I already told you--”

“Whatever you say, I’m leaving.” before he removed his hand on the frame, he winked at the lone female among them. “I’ll take you up on that offer sometime. See you around.”

Motoyasu slammed the door as hard as he possibly could, rattling the shoe cabinets by the door. Upon seeing her wince from the noise, he sighed heavily before heading off to his room.

What a stressful day it was, having to deal with Oda, and now, the possibility of him visiting more often all because his roommate (was that how he should start referring to her?) had volunteered to cook.

Though… there was also that possibility that Oda would invite her over to his place and…

He thought he had suppressed every emotion related to wanting to kill that man decades ago; why was it making a comeback all of a sudden?

“Matsudaira-san, I’m sorry…”

He was so caught up in his rage that he had forgotten that she was still there, trailing behind him.

“... You did nothing wrong.” he said as calmly as he possibly could, despite the rage in his blood. “Go to sleep. And just so you know, I don’t need breakfast tomorrow.”

“You’re clearly angry at me.” she stubbornly pressed on, somehow misinterpreting his request for no breakfast. “Won’t you tell me what I did to offend you?”

As much as he wanted to not deal with this stupidity caused by his inability to control his emotions, she was forcing him to face the problem head on, which was something that he has been avoiding for the past few weeks.

Damn it all.

Damn Oda for taunting him.

Damn her for being so stubborn.

Damn her for being so damn nice that she was willing to cook for just about anyone who asks.

And lastly…

Damn all of his co-workers for making the things that he never thought deeply about turn into a sick fantasy that had been haunting him for months.

He was really going to regret what he would be saying next, but he had no choice. She had to back down before he did something idiotic. “... You did nothing wrong. Ask me again and you'll regret it, I guarantee you.” he threatened.

He should have known by now that she would never be one of those women who listened to him. Rather, she got defiant at times that he wondered how she could get away with that kind of attitude at her workplace… and how he was amazingly able to tolerate all of it.

It was either that, or she only became impertinent while in his presence.

He had half a mind to discipline her, but backed down immediately, knowing that she really was more of a roommate than a housekeeper, and he had no authority over her.

Still… maybe spanking her wouldn't be such a bad idea.

He stopped himself before his mind wandered off to place that shouldn't even be worth considering, yet his mind did, and conjured images it didn’t.

Ugh, this was such a pain in so many different ways, and he was feeling the effects.

“Tell me.”

That fucking did it.

He turned around and glared at her.

“... Don't say I didn't warn you.”

She didn't realize she had followed him to his bedroom until he turned around and gave her a look that told her she was in big trouble.

Why couldn't she had just kept her mouth shut?!

Time and again, her mouth was the very cause of the various problems that ended with her always getting scolded or, worse, fired from her job for ‘insubordination’. While she would rather have a roof over her head for an indefinite period of time until she could pay the deposit for her own apartment, it was still well within her roommate's right to tell her to pack up and leave.

There was always the option of going back home, but she would rather not.

Tokyo was much more fun than her hometown, which was already so overcrowded with tourists.

That, and her roommate was not at all unpleasant to look at.

Not at all.

… Unless he was glaring at her and he was looking like he wanted to pummel her.

She never knew what ‘paralyzing fear’ was until this very moment, when he slammed a hand to the side of her face as she shrieked from the loud noise and found her back pressing against the bedroom door, feeling herself shrink from him looming presence.

Was she seriously that distracted moments ago that she actually closed the door behind her, forgetting that she was not going to clean his room, and was not at all supposed to be in her ‘housekeeper mode’?

Hell, did she just potentially entrap herself in his room?!

A thousand profanities ran through her mind as she felt her heart race in panic.

He was seriously going to punish her.

‘Why did you even do that?!’ her mind screamed at her. ‘Are you seriously asking to be thrown out in the streets? And on winter even!’

She really, really needed to keep her mouth shut from now on.

That, and having the common sense to know what to say and what not to say during certain situations.

Before she could open her mouth to beg for forgiveness, all of a sudden, her peaceful world violently spun away from its orbit.

Oh. My.

The profanities that her mind was shouting nonstop had ceased, and was replaced with… dead silence.

How was she supposed to reach over the fact that her boss, no, her “roommate” was… well… to put it simply, he was pressing his mouth against hers while he leaned closer to her…? While she have had encounters like these, this was one of the only times wherein she did not recoil at the physical closeness of both their lips and their bodies.

It also did not help that he was not at all unattractive. No doubt, there were probably women who have tried to pick him up over at Roppongi in the hopes of getting noticed, but failed to do so. His angelic-like features belied the sarcasm that he kept in check, fooling nearly everyone around him. She, too, had also been a victim, both with lacking the oversight to notice the little devil behind the charming smile, as well as his rather colorful vocabulary.

Underneath it all, however, was an awkward man who had a hard time saying his true feelings. Despite her situation, not once did he force her to clean his apartment in lieu of monetary compensation.

… Was that why she was totally okay with him kissing her…?

She was seriously losing her mind.

The last thing she wanted was to get into some kind of situation that would make everyone, including her, very awkward and uncomfortable.

Roommate, boss… whatever the hell their relationship status is right now, she would rather not get involved with someone like him.

… Well, maybe after a few minutes, she would have the courage to tell him to stop.

This man was seriously too talented with his mouth. It had been a struggle not to moan as he coaxed her with his lips to open up, but as soon as a throaty moan escaped her lips, she felt her face flame in embarrassment.

He pulled away for a bit to take in some air, and she could have sworn she heard him mutter, “Too damn cute…” before kissing her once more. This time around, his hands were slowly making its way down her torso before wrapping his arms around her waist to steady her.

It was now or never.

She found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on the tip of her toes, her tongue slipping within his parted lips.

There was no turning back.

He was such a deluded good-for-nothing maniac.

He was seriously going to get sued for taking advantage of his housekeeper, roommate… whatever the hell their relationship is at this point in time. Not to mention, if she does sue him, he could say goodbye to everything he had worked hard for in the past year, all because of his uncontrollable urges. Embarrassingly, something snapped in him, and… well… she had somehow thought it was a good idea to close the door behind her when she followed him to his room.

Then again, who was he to talk? At first, he thought it would be a good idea to threaten her, jokingly, and look at where it led him.

They were close to making out at this point, with her fingers unbuttoning the dress shirt he wore for work.

Fuck that, he would never see his plain old boring work outfit the same way ever again.

No doubt, his mind would associate his work shirt with the current scenario and…

God help him if he would be unable to concentrate with his day job after this—

Thinking about his day job had snapped him out of his lust-filled thoughts.

This has got to stop, he thought to himself.

Abruptly, he placed his hands on each of her shoulder and slowly pulled away from her.

“S-sorry…” why was he such a wimp, stuttering while apologizing to the person who had been supporting him for the past few months, only for him to suddenly assault her? He was such an awful person, he wouldn’t be surprised if she ran away after everything that had happened.

Hell, even he could not process everything that had happened just now.

“I mean… my apologies, I did not mean… for this to… happen.” he ended lamely, knowing that he had no reason at all for doing what he did, other than him acting like a hormonal teenager.

Before she could say anything, he turned the handle of the door to open it. “... See you around, I guess.”

All of a sudden, he was so looking forward to flying out of the country for a couple of days.

He needed to stay far, far away from her.

The sooner, the better.

He was such a mess, and so was his mind.

Was he… telling her to leave his room, or his household in general?

As if on auto-pilot, she found herself bowing her head, muttering ‘good night’, and leaving his bedroom. How she had managed to do it so calmly, she would never understand.

It was difficult to think straight immediately after getting kissed as if she mattered, and that he could not get enough of her. Every gesture made her knees unstable that it had really been a good idea for her to hold on to him.

Which was why it had hurt when he told her that he did not mean for it to “happen”.

Just what exactly did he mean by that?

Was he regretting making out with someone like her, a nearly-penniless girl who was both his roommate and his housekeeper…?

She wish he didn’t; she didn’t regret any of it.

… Besides, it had been somewhat a wish come true, at least, for her.

Hell, maybe it was time for her to openly admit the fact that she was thoroughly attracted to the man who had been kind enough to take her in when her whole world came crashing down one day. He wasn’t perfect by any means, but he was not awful as he made himself out to be, nor she found him unpleasant to deal with.

That, and… well… there was also that one incident that had cemented the whole foundation of her infatuation towards him.

At that point, she was still in denial with regards to her feelings towards him, as she knew that the odds between them actually upgrading their relationship status was rather low. He never really interacted much with her, and vice-versa, as it had been all professional and rarely casual.

… Until that incident.

She had been minding her own business that Saturday morning when something else better than coffee woke the ever living daylights out of her for two days straight: the sight of her naked boss.

At that times, she was busy cleaning the wash basin of his second bathroom when, at the exact same time he exited the bathroom, she happened to catch a glimpse of him from the mirror placed above the very basin she was cleaning.

If there was one thing that she discovered that day, it would be that overworking one’s self was always a bad idea, as it led to poor decisions and judgments, and that the man she was living with was… well…

If she had to be honest, what she saw on the mirror was definitely… impressive.

The very memory of that impressive sight had been forever burned both in her retinas and in her mind.

That had been the very first time she had found out that Matsudaira Motoyasu was a workaholic, as he had been going home very late that week, only for him to crash and burn that Saturday morning. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, she could never decide, but for him to actually admit that he could not remember going into the shower that morning and exiting it as naked as the day he was born and passing out after he put his underclothes on, it was a conundrum, really.

On one hand, he did not know that she had caught a glimpse of him.

On the other hand, that incident had forced her to confront her feelings for him all of a sudden, which had kept her up all night for several nights.

After all, how was it even possible for her to see her ‘boss’ in such an… intimate way? The man had been nothing but forgiving in every sense, even if, at times, she wanted to hit him for his callous remarks about everything.

His sharp tongue aside, it was getting incredibly difficult for her to continue to ignore her growing feelings.

While she had been very good with running away from her problems, now was not the time to be doing such, especially since her current situation afforded her with little to no options of doing so.

The best thing she could do, for now at least, was to act as if nothing happened, and that she was totally not shaken to the core with what had happened.

Yep, that was the best thing she could do with her current predicament.

With him going overseas, that would definitely make it easier for both of them. Some separation time was needed, and she would be glad to have a few days all to herself, as the last thing she wanted was to make a fool out of herself in front of him by becoming too flustered over their interactions.

Hell, she had some growing up to do.

It was just a kiss.

People kissed other people all the time… right?

She grimaced at herself, knowing that it was always a struggle to convince herself to feel the opposite of her true emotions.

The worst.

Notes:

[1] “Really? Just a housekeeper? Yet she lives with you?” - If there’s one thing that’s odd with this phrase, it’s that it’s extremely rare for Japan households to have a live-in helper. If they do live in the same household, it means that the family that employs them are very rich and can provide lodging and such.

[2] Aichi Prefecture’s First District - good old Wikipedia helped me out on this one. First District includes Naka Ward, which happens to be the area where Oda Nobunaga was born. He was born in Nagoya Castle, by the way.

[3] Then again, he didn’t need fingers if all he did was use his personal seal to stamp everything in approval. - while some transactions in Japan can be completed with simply a signature, some traditional banks require you to use a stamp. Personal seals (私印) are used to complete transactions, and you do need to have one in case they don’t accept signatures.

[4] Given that his western upbringing had made him immune to getting surprised when people called him by his given name - Calling people by their first name implies closeness that can range from ‘we’ve known each other all our lives’ to ‘s/he is my lover’. Most of the time, that rule applies. There are exceptions to this, as always.

[5] Death from overwork was a thing - it’s called karoushi (過労死), and it’s very real.

Bonus: as for the title, remember, denial is just a river in Egypt. ;)

Oh wow I actually made it in time for Ieyasu’s birthday this year lmfao Happy Birthday to the Tanuki of Mikawa!

Apologies if my writing was all over the place. I’ve rushed it a bit to make it in time but I hope it was tolerable at least.

Lastly, this is the first of many planned one-shot/s involving modern AU and Tokugawa Ieyasu/Matsudaira Motoyasu x MC. Depending on the reception of this fic, I may or may not expound further.

Once again, thank you for reading!

#slbp fanfic #slbp fanfiction #slbp ieyasu #slbp motoyasu #tokugawa ieyasu x mc #koiran #koiran lb #現代シリーズ

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11.

I am so tired, I feel like I say this on a regular basis about being tired. It’s been very demanding in this place recently that is, I have been struggling though. I’ve been wanting to be sick seeing blood which is stupid, I blame the pregnancy but I suck it up and get along with it. I’m just excited because I am slowly becoming independent with my profession, I can see them putting me on tests. They overlooked me doing my first surgery kind of on my own, I still had someone there but it’s moving in the right direction. But it’s been demanding, like today. I got a phone call in the middle of the night, I’m needed. I was totally in to being just in my bed but I came here, I have an appointment for the baby today too so technically I’m supposed to be off but they needed staff. I wanted to be in this profession so I am taking it, I’m happy though just tired happy. Maurice on the other hand, he texts me everyday first line is always now, is the baby ok? I’m like I can’t feel shit at the moment but I know the baby is kicking my ass with the sickness, he’s sweet. For the past week he’s text me everyday, he’s not left California. He’s always there for me, I am just trying to digest the fact he is married to someone he don’t want. I mean surely as a woman you know that, be the woman and let him be free. It’s just crazy to even think, I feel sorry for him and I really don’t know what to do with that kind of situation at all.

I’m awake now anyways so I might as well stay awake, I have an appointment and I have yet to tell my dad. Even my mom is like oh not that day, well today is the day I’m going to my appointment and my mom is adamant in going so I guess my mom will meet Maurice. All I know is Leon better hurry up the bitch, I want to eat food. He said he will meet me in iHop to have breakfast before he goes to work, I miss Leon. I don’t think I am going to tell Tif about being pregnant just her but with Leon I am, I love Tif but since she got married she has changed on me. I think it is because of Maurice but that is not my fault, I didn’t ask to fall in love at all “I am so sorry, taking the bus is such a fucking drag. I need to get a car” sliding out of the booth “it’s ok, so glad you came. Such sort notice, you sure you ain’t going to be late” hugging Leon, missed my friend “no I won’t, I’m sure those people can pick out their own phone plan” I chuckled moving back “I am so happy to see you like this, you had me scared when I came. You didn’t want to say so I left but are you ok now?” Nodding my head as I slid back into the booth “I’m hopeful I guess, I’m ok now but how is work? And boy, when you going to give me a damn discount on my contract?” Leon waved me off “Sprint don’t give me shit either, please” laughing at Leon, he was really not the guy for education but he tried and then he decided to give up.

These pancakes are the one, I moaned out “you ok over there? You ain’t making a pool over there?” Leon pointed his fork at me “I am hungry, look I was asleep comfortably. Then my work phone goes off, you know I keep that on loud. It’s like three in the morning, can you come in now. Emergency, now you know they going to give me the shit because I’m working towards that. I said yes, so I get there and it wasn’t even something I do. But it was a shot wound, the bullet was lodged but it’s ok. He’s alive, but I don’t like how they think I will jump out of bed but I’ll over it” waving my hand picking up my juice “y’all work so hard though, I’m happy for my friend. Was he cute?” Raising my eyebrows as I drank my juice “who?” I said confused “the guy that got shot?” Leon is awful “he was light skinned, tattoos. I think so” I shrugged “always the cute ones that get shot at” shaking my head laughing, he is so stupid “did he have a big dick?” I near choked on my pancake “can you please!” I said with my mouthful “I’m playing girl, I’m playing” he chuckled waving me off.

I swear he’s late but I won’t say anything “so friend, who hurt you? Why was you upset that day? I still need to know” letting out a deep sigh “just something I found out but also I was hormonal” Leon stared at me like I was crazy “I’m sorry but you looked awful, was it that guy? I swear I will fight him for you” everyone wants to fight Maurice, he better be careful “and you pregnant aren’t you?” Leon said it eyeballing me poking his lips out “unprotected sex equals baby, I said this Robyn Willis, I said it. You do not listen to me, you was sick in the morning. You pregnant, by some good dick I am guessing. That love making causes you to have a baby” Leon pointed at me, I can’t deny it because it’s true. Leon knows and I can’t lie to him “things happen” I said in a whisper “did you learn anything in school” I gasped, he is saying that to me “protection, plan B at least. I know you wanted to feel him but boy you got him, so is it true?” He knows always already “I am pregnant” Leon rolled his eyes smirking “you really about to be someone mother, girl you never even spoke about kids. Well if that nigga don’t want to know uncle Leon does, are you happy?” Smiling a little “I am ok, I told my mom and she really got emotional but it’s happened and I am not going to get rid of it. But I really need you to not tell Tif, keep this between us please?” I wish for her to not know “oh yeah, Tif been off with me. I called her during the time you was to so upset, I said what happened and she said. Now do not say anything, she said well she wants to fuck around with a nigga that don’t care, who has sex on the first day, she don’t know him. I goes Tif, sis. You had sex with a guy from a club it happens, I don’t know what be happening in Texas, she changed” that fucking bitch, I will beat her fucking ass with my baby.

Grabbing my bag as Leon and I walked out “so you think us living together will never happen?” I feel bad, he has always wanted to move into an apartment with me “I mean if you’re ok with a baby, I supposed. I am single anyways so we can, it can’t be a dick party though” Leon laugh out “I always wanted that, drop the baby off at the grandparents and there you go. Dick party” he is crazy, Leon held the door open for me as we walked out “maybe, but don’t be so damn hearted. We can still do it, you not upset that I am are you?” Leon turned to me “no girl, I guess I am a dad” hitting his as I hugged him “thank you for not changing on me, it’s going to be a ride” Leon squeezed me “never, you was my first friend. Let’s not forget she joined us” he got a point there “does he know? The baby daddy?” Stuffing my hands in my jacket pockets “he does, he wants to be in the baby’ life” Leon rolled his eyes “I need to meet this man, don’t forget that but you take care and I will let you know when I get fired” Leon kissed me cheek as he walked off, he twirled around “I love you biiiittchhh, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you biiittch” Leon pointed at me shouting “love you too bitch” I said back to him, I guess that is one down.

Placing my bag on the front seat of my car, time to go home and face my dad. My mom has made my dad take a day off, I told her not too because I don’t think dad will want to go but she did and now I’m like oh my god. I’ve been putting it off, there has been one point where I was going to say it but I stopped myself. My phone started ringing, luckily it ain’t my work one anyways. Picking my phone out from my bag, Maurice is actually calling me instead of texting. Answering the call “hello?” He just texts usually “hey, is everything ok?” Here he is “everything is ok” he knows that “just you read my message and then never text me back so I was like is she ok, so I called” I must have did while speaking to Leon “my mistake, I was with my friend and I lost track of time and I did see it but I was talking. You know me, how are you anyways?” Seems quiet where he is “I’m fine just got some meeting and then meeting you, do you want me to pick you up or see you there?” Smiling at the fact he asked “I’ll see you there but I didn’t tell you but my mom will be there, she knows of you but not the whole reason but that is something I will tell her, you are still coming?” It may be daunting for him “uh yeah, don’t mean I ain’t nervous about that but I will be there. Do you hate me?” He’s already asked me this “I didn’t say anything about hating, I said let’s just think about the baby” he’s still married and I am just still thinking about everything “ok, I will see you later then. Call me if you need anything, love you Robyn” swallowing hard closing my eyes “I love you too Maurice” he knows I does, he feels insecure and I know it.

Closing my front door “Robyn, I thought you was coming home straight away?” I forgot I said that to my mom “I was but I met Leon, hi dad” he is sat staring at his phone, he’s not replied to me has my mom told him “oh hey baby, sorry your auntie just complaining about life over text” my dad looked up from his phone “Robyn” my mom said my name, looking over at my mom not wanting to break my dad’ heart. He only has one child and I’m just like the rebel, god this is terrible “Thomas, your daughter needs to speak to you” my mom has had enough and is taking it into her own hands “what is it now? Are you wanting to move with Leon again?” My mom grabbed my hand and navigated me to the couch, sitting down next to my mom I am so scared. I’m not scared of my dad but the fact he’s going to be upset with me, I didn’t use my brain or protection. They don’t know this man “ok, I am all ears. What is it?” My poor dad, he is going to be so sad “Robyn, please speak to him” my mom held my hand “I hope I get to find out what the hell happened with my daughter when you got back from New York?” I cringed, he is still angry at that “dad” I paused looking at his face “how do you feel if I was to say you was going to be a grandparent?” I don’t know what else to say “by who?” He said confused “me?” I pointed at myself, his smile slowly faded “Robyn Willis, what are you trying to say to me?” This is no joke now “it just happened, I can’t explain dad. I was all sad like this because of my hormones” my dad shot up, he didn’t even want to hear me “don’t say those words to me” looking up at my dad scared as shit “listen to her Thomas, stop being irrational” my mom spoke up for me “dad I’m pregnant” I just said it “by who!!?” His voice bounced around the room, his voice raised to new highs I have never heard “I didn’t raise this? What do you mean pregnant? Don’t fucking come into my house saying pregnant, no!” He shouted “so you’re saying you went New York and came back pregnant!? Is that it?” He’s not wrong but it was in Texas “I didn’t predict this” I said in my defence “whoring yourself around does!” He called me a whore “and you knew? My daughter is pregnant by some random man?? Huh, Terry?” Now he’s attacking my mom “Thomas she’s my daughter, she needs me” my dad stormed out, he’s so angry.

I don’t want to ruin my parents marriage “mom I’m sorry” I apologized “baby, don’t ok?” Putting my head down “dad hates me, he thought so highly of me” I don’t like it “let him calm down, he’s gone out and I will speak to him. I know he’s very angry right now, he’s hurt. This man he doesn’t know for his daughter pregnant, he does see you in such a high vision but I do too. I believe when you say you love him, I want to see him and this is before your dad does. We will go to the appointment together, I am not going to disown my daughter. You’re a clever girl, I raised a clever girl and I know this didn’t happen on purpose. He will calm down, you didn’t ruin anything. You’re his baby, he wanted what every father wants. His daughter to have sex during marriage” my mom giggled “doesn’t happen anymore but just let’s look to the future, do this together. It’s nice to know he wants to know, just your dad may get a little more overprotective over you now, he will be like a dog with a bone with him” wrapping my arms around my mom “you mean the world to me” She has my heart this woman.

I am a little nervous for my mom to see Maurice, she is very determined to see him. My dad never came home before we left “you think dad will forgive me? I don’t want to disappoint him at all, he mean so much to me” my mom looked at me in sadness “let him accept it, give him space. You’re having a baby by this man, let him digest that” Nodding my head, Maurice better hurry up before I go inside. He said he will be here any minute yet “are you nervous seeing him?” I said to my mom “me? No, but you are” side eyeing my mom “cheeky” I chuckled, looking around me “hey Robyn, what you doing out here?” The perks of working here, not this exact department but you get to know other people “hello …” I dragged out “see I know you by face but I am so bad with names” he laughed “you do this to me all the time, Damon?” Letting out an oh and hit his arm “you trying to say I got bad memory but I’m here for me” He can’t work out which department and he doesn’t even work there so that’s ok “cool, nice seeing you. I never forget your name, but see you around” waving him off, Damon is handsome. He’s white, well he’s quarter black but I don’t see it “my daughter the flirt” my mom said in my ear “I’m not, I’m just friendly” it is friendly “hey” I jumped looking ahead of me “Jesus!” I spat, why does Maurice creep on me like this “I was here, you was busy talking to that guy” he made it clear to know he saw “ok, good” I retorted, he is not impressed.

Maurice is wearing shades so he can hide his emotions behind that, he looks handsome. Ok let me stop staring “so Maurice, this is mom. Mom this is Maurice” Maurice took his shades off “this is your mom?” Maurice said in shock “sorry, I didn’t think. Nice to meet you” Maurice got his hand out, I didn’t think my mom would but she shook his hand “you look to very young, wow” pulling a face at him “you’re probably used to seeing old around you” after seeing his family, that was rude of me actually “so you’re the man that got my daughter pregnant” this is awkward, I wish she wouldn’t “I’ve heard a lot about you, I am happy you have stepped up but it doesn’t mean I am happy that we are meeting like this. Whatever you did to hurt my daughter don’t do it again, she means a lot to us” the shame “mom, please. Just leave him alone” this is so bad, very awkward too.

I am sat between my mom and Maurice, I mean I am sat between the two people I love, I wish my dad was here but then that is just pushing it. I have a feeling my dad will dislike Maurice because he’s already seen my sadness, he knows it’s was to do with a boy because I went there to see him. This is awkward, like my mom is not speaking and neither is Maurice. I feel like I am a teenager that got caught pregnant, there is many of couples here. A couple that looks like they are on their third child, they work fast. That cannot be me, one is enough even though it was never planned. Dragging my eyes to the side of me and noticing Maurice’ splint is off “is your hand better now?” I asked him, he seems to be in a daze but I soon got him out of it “erm” he lifted his hand up “maybe?” So he’s taken is off “that is bad for you, you’re supposed to get confirmation from your doctor” reaching over and grabbing his hand lightly, moving it over to me closer “where exactly did you hurt it? Was it a fracture?” He pointed over with his free hand and at his knuckle, resting his hand on top of mine. With my free hand I lightly ran it over the top of his hand “you know, your hand is still sore with injury, you just have really hurt it” applying pressing to his knuckle and bingo, he whinced in pain “now you can put it back on, you have not healed. Whoever the doctor that is seeing you with that hand is stupid, he should have put a cast on it. He’s let you off with a splint, just put it back on when you get back” his hand is very much still that, looking up at him and catching his glare. He is staring at me in awe, I looked away “here is your hand back” placing his back on his lap, let me keep my hands to myself.

I should really keep my hands to myself, just here touching him “who is that guy Bonita?” I couldn’t help but smile, when he calls me that face to face it makes me giggle “what guy Maurice?” Turning my head to him “outside the hospital, I saw him” I knew it “just a guy, he can also speak Spanish. You ain’t unique” Maurice bit his bottom lip Nodding his head knowing I am lying “why you lying for? There is nobody like me” rolling my eyes “google translate is a thing, don’t play me” just because he can speak Spanish “speak something now then, google can’t help you now” he is right but wrong “mi amor, see I know” he busted out laughing “Volveremos juntos pronto” he is so annoying “what does that mean? Wait, say it again into my phone so I can know” his phone started ringing “oh too late now” he got his phone out from his pocket, I did check the I.D before he answered it said Lawyer but you never know, could be his wife. He got up and walked out, I always forget he is married “I felt very awkward sitting here” my mom said, I forgot she was here “why?” I barely did anything “I just felt I was not needed, the touching. The flirting, the giggling. I saw it, you didn’t” I don’t know what she is even speaking about, I did no such thing.

Best news ever, besides Robyn being pregnant but the letter has been sent off. My divorce is being processed, this is going to happen quick. She can read that and then leave that home so I can sell it, I can then move here. Walking back inside the waiting room, Robyn ain’t lying but my hand does still hurt. I thought I was going to be late so I kind of ran out after I had a shower, I was speaking to my lawyer and I forgot the time. Sitting next to Robyn, placing my jacket in my lap. I am hot now “you have a nice watch” staring at Robyn thinking she spoke but it was her mom, looking down at my wrist “thank you” I am so shocked at Robyn’ mom she is young and so pretty, I am impressed “so what do you do?” I’m sure Robyn May have said it “I manage hotels, my dad inherited hotels and he is passing them down to me” nice way of saying it “Davenport hotels, Robyn already told me. I am hoping you’re not like every rich man we all hear about, that you are going to be around. My daughter don’t need your money either, you’re twenty nine so I am shocked you’re not settled but I am not sure how this works with your family but we don’t want trouble” what does she mean with that “there is no trouble, I’m moving here so I am not playing around if you think that. I will still be traveling but here is my new home” I decided that “you are!?” Robyn spat in shock “yeah” she didn’t know “Robyn Willis” a nurse said her name.

Walking behind Robyn and her mom, I find this crazy that she is but also I wasn’t stupid on things “oh my god Deja!” hearing Robyn say “no way, I didn’t think it would be you. Oh my god” closing the door behind “Robyn, I saw your name and I was like that is not the Robyn I knew. She can’t be with child, no way” I guess they know each other “I am so shook right now” sitting down seeing them both look so happy about seeing each other “mom this is Deja, we kind of studied together for the first year but she went off to an Obgyn. I was always thinking about you. Look at you! You made it” feeling a tap on my shoulder, looking over at Robyn’ mom “let’s change seats, you sit here” nodding my head getting up “girl, it’s been hard. I am so happy Robyn, what about you? Please tell me you made it” I can’t believe I never saw her here “I work here but on the other side, I am doing my residency. I am so close to being a surgeon, so close. I saw Damon, weird thing is I see him but never you” Robyn sat down finally “I am always here, he does no work but there is always some girl in need but is Tiffany still loud as ever? Did she ever get far” I am guessing she speaking about Kellen wife “she didn’t even step into a hospital, she got married. She wants to a housewife” Deja gasped “Kellen!?” Deja said “no way, I am telling you now when she found out he had money she decided against it. I don’t get what he actually sees because let’s not forget” these two are here for an appointment not a butch “let’s fucking not, Kellen should have got with you. I love Tif, I do. She is not loyal, we need to catch up. Everything just got so hard but wow” kill me now, this is so boring. Deja is pretty actually, Kellen really made the wrong decision “so we don’t need no introduction do we?” Deja said, Robyn laughed “so my mom and this is Kellen’ cousin” I have a name, frowning at Robyn “I have seen him before” Robyn eyed her up “how?” Robyn is straight rude, I have a name “he is Maurice, I do remember him. He was at a party a few years back, Hollywood hills. Doesn’t mean I did anything, me and my homegirl went and I did actually speak to you briefly” Deja pointed at me “we did?” I don’t remember “yes we did, I didn’t know you was Kellen’ cousin though. Nothing happened though” Deja laughed, thank you god that nothing did “oh, wow. Everyone knew you besides me” Robyn said through gritted teeth.

Robyn and this girl is doing nothing but talk, where is my baby I want the damn baby “how weird is this, I am here doing your scan. How time flies, gosh. You said to me, I remember. Kids? Who wants them at a young age but I am so happy for you” Deja said, clearing my throat “so what are you looking at on that screen?” I am about bored “checking to see the baby, there is much a baby there. One sac, so you are having just one. Congratulations to the both of you, your baby is a little ball so it’s on it’s side which makes it hard. The foetus is eight weeks, just exactly” my smile grew “so it was the first night” it came out of my mouth, I felt all eyes on me “erm yeah, just saying” Deja laughed “men think it’s an achievement, how long you both been together?” she asked “erm not long, it just happened” Robyn answered, Robyn got pregnant that first night we had sex, like my babies worked hard. I am so emotional deep down “oh yes, we have a heartbeat” my eyes widened “heartbeat? Already” the sound came on slowly, hearing the thumbing of a heartbeat “what a beautiful sound, and the baby will not participate but it’s bundled up” she turned the screen around, getting up from the chair “that is a baby?” I said in amazement “look at it, that is my grandchild” Robyn’ mom said, staring at my baby. I can’t believe that it’s my baby, it’s my child, something to love me. Feeling a hand touch mine, looking down at Robyn which caused the tears in my eyes fall “thug tears” I defended myself, I had too. Robyn looked at me so lovingly, it warmed my heart “told you Maurice, something to be here for” nodding my head, leaning down and kissing Robyn’ forehead. I don’t know if she wanted that or not but I did, Robyn continued to hold my hand “are you ok?” Robyn’ mom is here, I forgot “uh yeah” too many emotions right now.

I am so happy, I am about to be a dad. Something I didn’t think would happen to me, I am in love. Things seems to be looking up, Robyn say next to me but placed her hand on my thigh as she did. Robyn is being very touchy with me. I realised this so much, today she has been touchy with me but I like it “scan pictures would you like one or two copies?” Deja asked “two, one for Maurice as we are not together” she said if “oh right, ok” Deja walked off “is that why you was crying so much you both split up? You both barely started?” Robyn’ mom piped up, I didn’t think about Robyn and I not being together but we ain’t are we “mom, please. Not now” Deja hold out the scan picture “the best I can do, Baby was like leave me alone I am sleeping” staring down at this tiny call, I can see it’s on its side too. That is weird, how tiny this thing is and it’s eight weeks. I got her pregnant on the first night, that is a new win for me. Blessings, this child has saved me and it doesn’t even know it “my number Robyn, we need to keep in contact” I am guessing her mom doesn’t know about me, I am not sure I want to even tell her I am married, hopefully divorced soon.

Answering the phone call from Tina “hello? Hope you ain’t drunk again” She be calling at the most stupid times, hope this ain’t some drunken call “Maurice, I’m not. Just I never got to tell you thank you, the party was the best. The hospitality was everything, I just wanted to say thank you” that’s nice of her “it’s ok, anything for you” walking towards the elevator “aww you’re so cute but I need another favour, I need to use your hotels in London for another show” there is another fashion show in London “for sure, send it to Ally and she will handle it. I’m busy currently” I don’t feel like going New York to deal with that “also wondering if you was coming to London” stepping onto the elevator “I have just come back from London, I’m in California for a while” a bunch of girls came on the elevator also, moving back a little with Robyn and her mom “I am in Cali, we should meet then and talk it over” rolling my eyes, of course she is here. Catching one of the girls just staring at me “well sure, just send me a text. I’m not sure about London, I may be able to come for a while but we can discuss it later” saying to Tina while I stared back at this girl “ok, speak soon Maurice” disconnecting the call, why is she staring at me “you’re Maurice, you’re a socialite” I am guessing she knows me “yeah, have we met before?” This is off “just seen of you at events” all of her friends just stared at me “oh ok” the fuck else am I going to say “who is he?” Can they keep this conversation to themselves “he owns Davenport hotels, he’s recently acclaimed Santa Monica hotel” thank you god, this is our floor.

How do people know that I got that, it’s California. The trash things I do if came here or Vegas so it’s never good “made a name for yourself” looking behind me “me?” I said confused “yes, you’re well known” Robyn’ mom said “a little but not by choice, I go to a lot of events and I do meet and see these people but I really do forget who I meet but I won’t even forgetting Robyn’ face” Robyn is not amused “that makes me sick” She retorted walking by me “I know we met like this, I wish things were better. I won’t play your daughter and I will be here for my child, the thing with me and your daughter is a working progress. I am waiting for her to want me back, sorry if this stressed you out” I felt like I needed to apologise to her mom, I can only imagine how stressed she was to see her daughter like that.

Stuffing my hands in my pockets, walking Robyn to her car. Stood at the side of the car “Robyn I don’t know them girls” Robyn’ mom closed the car door “I never had them like that if you think that, we had a good time together today. It’s been one of the best days ever, to see my baby. Nobody comes before you, I promise you this Robyn. I want you back” Robyn shrugged “look it’s not my business, you just do your part and be a baby daddy” she is annoyed “ok, you been making jibes at me all day. I get it, you single. Fine whatever, just let me know about the next scan date” I forgot what the woman said about the date “you know what though, I get I messed up big time but I do want you. You know this” she been annoying me about little things she says “today was nice” she said but I walked off, I am annoyed.

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