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ficmashup · 4 months

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Taken

Summary: You join TF141 after something happened on your last deployment. They take you in and while it takes some time, you find yourself warming up to them, and them to you. Perhaps especially to the Captain.

A/N: Nothing like a sprinkle of angst on Christmas Eve. ;) I will be doing a part two for this because I can't resist, but can't promise when I'll post it. Soon, I hope! Have a lovely holiday to everyone celebrating. :)

Warnings: SA mentions if you squint, crass language, death, stabbing, beating, shooting, torture, angst, trauma, overall I just decided to stab the characters in the feels. Just a bit. Happy ending though, imo.

Word Count: 4.7k

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It’s not expected, but then again, these things never are.

What kills me the most is that Ghost had to be there, had to see it. I’d rather it had been anyone else just so I could spare him the pain of reopening old wounds. We’d been clearing a warehouse and stumbled upon more than we’d expected. We both realize our mistake at different times and I have a split-second decision to make. I’m ahead of Ghost by a dozen or so feet and hidden behind a pile of crates, so I see the group first.

There’s no time to warn Ghost and if he comes forward, he’ll be shot on sight. So I step forward first. I take out those closest to his entry point and my focus on keeping him safe leaves me vulnerable. Ghost moves in just as I’m grabbed from behind and I ram the butt of my gun backward into my captor’s ribs. There’s a grunt, but he doesn’t let go and I drop my gun to hang from my chest in exchange for the long knife on my thigh. I plunge the blade into his thigh and hear a string of curses spat into my ear as their grip only tightens on me.

I fail to realize that during the struggle, they’ve managed to drag me backward towards a side door. My last view as I twist the knife is Ghost’s wide eyes behind the mask before my head is slammed against the wall and all goes dark.

* * *

I wake up tied to a chair. I keep utterly still and take stock of my body. My head is heavy and I feel the tightness of the skin on the right side of my face from where blood has dried. There’s a sharp sting coming from across my collar bone and my right ankle twinges. A sprained ankle and a scrape, I’d guess. Possibly a concussion. Nothing too bad. My wrists and ankles are tied to the arms and legs of a chair and the rope chafes, but the ties are sloppy. Keeping me here like this was unexpected, then. An opportunity that they couldn’t pass up.

I keep my breathing steady and my head bowed with my eyes shut. All I do for a few moments is listen. There’s shuffling and voices, but they’re muffled and seem to be coming from a nearby room. Multiple people, but more than likely less than a dozen. I take a chance and open my eyes, looking up and finding the space dim and empty. It looks like a shack barely held together by the sand and dirt covering the floor.

“Awake.” A voice with a rough accent comes from behind me and my spine stiffens as he moves in front of me. He’s limping slightly and I get a brief moment of satisfaction at knowing this is the man who grabbed me and I clearly dealt some serious damage. With the dried blood on my face and him being able to walk after clear medical assistance, I’d say I’ve been gone a few hours. The fact makes what’s left in my stomach curdle.

The man says a few words that I don’t understand, then one that I do. “…bitch.”

I chuckle softly. “Unoriginal.” His fist darts out and the hit is harder than I expect. It leaves me dizzy as the weak chair rocks with the impact. Stays on all fours, though. The man grunts and spits at my feet before walking to the door, apparently satisfied with his revenge. He opens the door and shouts something down the hall before looking at me with ill intent in his eyes. I shift a bit in my chair, noting that they’ve removed my uniform and boots. I’m only in tight shorts and my tank top. It’s going to be torture then. Fine. I’ve already been through hell and lived through it, fashioned myself teeth from the mouths of my demons I killed, I can take whatever poor imitation these amateurs try.

Three more men come in and one steps in front of the others. “Why you here?” He asks in broken English.

“To kill people like you.” I answer simply, staring unblinkingly at him.

He gives me a smile. “Coincidence. That is why we here as well. To kill people like you.” It’s a struggle not to roll my eyes. That’s the base of every conflict in the history of the world. He pulls his handgun and aims it at my forehead while I go completely still. “Tell me more.”

* * *

Hours pass. The torture is easy enough to sit through, nothing unexpected, nothing skilled, nothing I haven’t been trained for. The true killer is waiting with my own thoughts. Like thinking that they aren’t coming for me. Stupid. Utterly stupid. Yet the persistent feeling of being unworthy lingers in my chest. And I know that the longer I’m here, the more nagging those thoughts will be.

They can finally be rid of you, no trouble, no hassle, just a lost soldier, happens all the time.

I gasp as a soldier lands a particularly well-aimed punch to my gut and the chair finally falls over. I feel the arm crack at the impact while the group laughs, but the ropes around my right wrist and ankle are now free. My fingers slowly curl around the splintered piece of wood hidden under my body. One of the men waves his hand and another steps forward and yanks the chair back up. I use the momentum of the sudden movement to plunge the long piece of wood into his throat and get my free leg up under me to keep me from toppling over.

The man’s eyes go wide as he chokes on his own blood and everyone else in the room is frozen with shock. I take advantage of that and take the gun in the man’s thigh holster and manage to shoot two men before they draw their guns and one more before they manage to shoot. I use the body of the man I stabbed as cover, but I can barely hold him up. I grunt under the impact of a bullet hitting his dead weight and feel another bullet graze my shoulder before the door straight across from me bursts open. I take advantage of the distraction and shoot one more while the other gets a bullet between the eyes from the intruder’s gun.

I turn on instinct and level my gun at the intruders, stopping my finger just in time when I see the distinct, pale skull mask. “Fuck.” I lower the gun and let the body drop to the floor as Ghost pushes in, but I don’t miss the way he looks me over.

His hand grabs his radio before anything. “Clear, I’ve got the package.” He slings his gun over his back as he reaches me and I don’t realize that I’m trembling until he guides my hand to his shoulder to keep me upright as he unties my other wrist and ankle. My fingers cling to his tac vest like a lifeline.

“Confirmed. If package is secure, move out.” Price’s voice comes over the radio and my heart squeezes at the sound of his voice. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and my hand still holding the gun twitches before I recognize Soap moving into the doorway to watch our backs.

“Clear, LT.” He reports before looking me over with wide eyes. I must really look like shit then.

“Affirmative.” Ghost responds over the radio with a wave back at Soap to tell him the same. “How bad, G?” He asks gruffly once the flimsy chair falls to the floor behind me and he stands up, keeping his forearms within my reach so I can use him to stand. His fingers graze my arms too, not gripping or grabbing, simply guiding.

My head shakes as I stare at him. “Not bad. Nothing broken.”

He nods in return and pulls out my uniform shirt and pants that he must have collected from the other room. My boots too. “Then let’s go. Can you walk?” I take my clothes gratefully and he keeps to my side while I slide the top on with only a slight wince as the fabric slides over the open wounds covering me. The pants are a little more difficult, but I manage before nodding to Ghost that I’m ready. He wraps an arm around my waist and I lower his hand to my hip as my ribs ache with protest. He corrects his grip and we limp out with Soap leading, gun up.

A few more bodies litter the narrow hall and the room beyond, but the true relief is when we walk outside and I can see the stars. I hadn’t realized how stale the air was in that shack and how the metallic smell of blood had stained my nostrils. I gulp down the cool air before I press my lips together as I hold in a laugh. My shoulders start shaking and Ghost’s pace falters before I shake my head. “It’s fine, I’m fine. It’s just the shock and exhaustion.” Laughter taints every word and I swear Ghost’s eyebrows furrow with concern before we keep moving.

“You get scarier all the time, G.” Soap comments ahead and I can’t hold back a low laugh even as I shake my head at myself.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.” I breathe as the giggles make every word waver.

Ghost’s grip tightens as we carefully scale down the side of the rocky hill. “Not sure what you’re apologizin’ for. You fuckin’ got taken watching my ass and I’d rather have you laughin’ than anything else.”

My head shakes, the laughter fading as I struggle to keep my feet moving while my body starts to shut down. “I’m sorry for thinking you wouldn’t come for me.” Ghost comes to a full stop now as I look between the men and Soap has shock scrawled over his face.

“Course we did, lass. The hell you talkin’ bout?” Soap’s accent gets a little thicker, betraying how deep my words hit.

Ghost starts to move again and I stumble after him even though he’s practically carrying me on his hip. “Keep movin’.” He grumbles and regret lingers in my chest as we fall silent the rest of the way. At the bottom of the rocky path sits a car and my heart beats a little faster at seeing the two figures waiting there for us. Ghost picks me up and carries me the rest of the way before immediately handing me to Price once we’re close enough. He holds me close and tight for far too brief a moment before sitting me on the hood of the car. The moonlight is just bright enough to make out each other’s features and I can’t get enough of his eyes, even with the worry filling them.

“You broken?” He asks quietly and I can hear how the words drag and crackle on the way out of his chest. His hand perches on the side of my neck, his thumb brushing lightly over my pulse point to feel my heart beating.

I give him a weak smile. “Just a bit chipped. Nothing permanent.” I promise and it’s a gift to see a little tension leave his shoulders. “But I’ve lost a lot of blood. I need to be kept conscious as we head back.”

“Still the medic, hm?” He teases dryly but the attempt at humor soothes me more than anything else. “Gaz, let’s go. Fast and steady.” Price pushes the keys into Gaz’s hands as he passes by with a wink, pushing something small that crinkles in my hand. A real smile tugs on my lips. A candy. We pile in the car and it’s a surprise to find myself pressed tight between Ghost and Price with Gaz driving and Soap in the passenger seat. It’s as if everyone traded seats.

“Did…did either of you grab my med kit?” I ask as my head gets a bit dizzy and I pop the hard candy Gaz gave me into my mouth. Soap turns in his seat with a half-grin, holding up my kit. My hands reach for it, but Ghost intercepts and pulls it into his lap.

“What d’ya need?” He asks as he opens it and looks over the contents.

I shift the candy into my cheek. “Bandages. My ankle’s fucked. Need to wrap it at least.” Ghost glances at Price and they instantly come to a nonverbal agreement as John shifts me closer to him while Simon gingerly lifts my foot into his lap. I frown. “I can do it—”

“Let him. That’s an order.” John’s voice in my ear and the command in it has my body stiffening for a moment, then laxing a moment after. My back is pressed against John’s chest with his arm thrown across my middle, his hand heavy on my hip to use it as a steadying point rather than put any pressure on my ribs. He must’ve noticed how Ghost was holding me earlier. Doesn’t miss a thing, my Captain.

Ghost eases my boot off and my hands clench at the pain, but he’s careful and the steady ache of the rest of my body makes it easy enough to sit through. Once my sock is off too, he takes out a small flashlight and I grimace as the light illuminates just how bad my ankle looks. It’s red and swollen from all the activity I forced it through after the sprain. Ghost starts wrapping and I nod when he looks at me to make sure he’s doing it correctly.

When he’s finished and I’m satisfied, I move to pull my foot away, but he keeps a firm hold on it. He gives me a deadpan look. “Keep it elevated.”

I give him a look back that I’m sure is a bit lackluster given my current condition. “It’s supposed to be elevated above my heart, but that’s not happening in the car.”

“Better this than nothing.” Ghost responds without a second of hesitation and his eyes don’t budge from mine. My mouth opens again, then shuts when Price gives my hip a soft squeeze. My lips purse, but I don’t say another word as I relax into John and try to keep my eyes open. I rest my hand on John’s knee and my thumb slides back and forth as I breathe in his scent.

“Give me a list of injuries.” He says and I nod, fighting through the fog of my mind to think clearly.

“Uh, sprained ankle, head wound, possible concussion, multiple lacerations, bruised ribs on my right side, a bullet graze to my left shoulder, and some bumps and bruises.” I go over the list twice in my head before nodding slightly in confirmation. The car is silent for a few beats and I feel a weight settle over all of us. The weight that comes with caring for someone else and hurting when they’re hurt. I swallow, struggling to accept the feeling rather than struggle against it and feel guilty for inflicting it on others. In truth, it’s a choice they all made. I choice I made too, when I let them in.

“Don’t think I ever asked how you are when you’re the one who needs to be treated.” John barely breaks the silence, but the tension lessens when I hum a tired laugh.

“Oh, I’m sweet as sugar, Captain. Naturally.” That gets chuckles from most of the men in the car.

“Liar.” Soap accuses, grinning back at me and I give him a smile in return. Also, I show him my middle finger. He returns the gesture instantly and happiness flits through me at the simple banter.

“You’re not gonna be difficult for me, are you, sugar?” John whispers just low enough for me to hear and I smile, wincing as it stretches a cut on my cheek.

“I like to think I behave better than most of you do when you need care.” I give Ghost a pointed look since he’s the worst of the bunch and he grunts, shaking his head while Soap and Gaz make noises of dissent.

Price shifts and my grip tightens on his knee until he settles again. “I remember being pretty docile last time.”

“After some convincing.” I return, my eyes shutting for just a moment before I feel light flicking at my nose. My eyes open and see Ghost pulling his hand back, head shaking with eyes on mine. I nod once. Got to stay awake. It goes on like this for the rest of the drive. One or all of them keeping up a conversation with me while Ghost taps my nose, pulls my ear, or annoys me in some other way when I start to drift. When we arrive at base, I can barely give one-word answers because I’m so exhausted.

The men rush me into the medical tent and I hate being set on the bed, hate being the one who needs treatment, hate the starchy feel of the sheets, and hate being poked and prodded. There’s a deep frown on my face as I allow the medics to do their job and they give Price the same list of injuries that I gave him earlier. Only after they hear that, and that I’m going to be fine with rest and treatment, Price dismisses the others and they reluctantly go. Although Gaz slips me another hard candy before he goes and gets a smile out of me.

Price stays. Even after the medics pull me aside and push me into a sterile bath to clean all my cuts after I practically showered in that man’s blood, I return smelling like chemicals and find Price waiting. I give him a look and the corner of his mouth lifts, but I can’t bring myself to verbally scold him. His presence settles me as it always has and that’s something I’m especially grateful for while I’m here.

There are a few places where I need stitches and I sit through it silently, Price and I just looking each other over. Seeing that we’re both alive and safe. The medics wrap my ankle again and lay me down in bed with it elevated while I try to keep my grumbling to a minimum. I’m exhausted, but this place, this position, keeps me on edge. But it’s getting harder to resist.

“Just sleep.” John says with a hint of humor in his voice as he sits in the chair next to me.

I heave a breath, nodding. “I’m not fighting it. Just hard to do in a place like this.” He moves a touch closer and breathing comes a little easier as his fingers slot with mine, the tips of his fingers sliding over the length of mine. He understands more than most why I’m having trouble.

“You’re not going to be alone here. Not for a second.” He promises with nothing but sincerity in those lovely blue eyes. My lips press together.

“I can’t ask you for that.”

“You’re not. I’m giving it to you.” He returns instantly and I can’t help but melt. Can’t argue with that. “Sleep.” His other hand raises to slide over my head, his fingers twisting a few locks of hair between them. My eyes flutter closed at the feeling and I don’t mean to fall asleep, but his gentle touch lulls me into peace in seconds.

* * *

I wake up feeling a slight weight settling on top of me and I’m on alert in a split second, my eyes flashing open and my hands darting out to grab what I can. The person freezes and I end up staring into dark eyes with their wrist in one hand and the collar of their shirt in the other. “Just me, G.” The voice takes a few moments to sink in, but I relax a second later with a grimace as the sudden movement tweaked my ribs.

“Ghost.” I breathe and slowly release him while he lets go of my wrist that he grabbed to keep me from choking him. “Gotta stop meeting like this.” I tease and he hums as he sits in the chair next to me, moving it as close to the bed as he can. I settle back down and note that the slight weight was another one of his jackets laid over my chest. A little smile pulls on my lips at the sight.

“Think I’d have learned by now. Especially since you still have my other jacket.” He flicks his chin towards the one covering me and I smirk while my heartbeat slowly calms. He’s only wearing the cloth that covers his face tonight and there’s no black smudged around his eyes. It’s as close to being Simon as he allows himself to be on base.

“I always meant to return it.” I say honestly, thinking fondly of his jacket hanging in my closet back home. “Think I like it too much now. I’ll get you another one.” That earns me a rare chuckle as he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Sounds good.” He agrees and there’s that little glint in his eye that tells me he has something to say. He’s either waiting until he’s ready to say it, or he’s still mulling over the words in his mouth. “Took me a solid ten minutes to get Price out of here.” I smile, imagining the soft argument followed by Ghost shoving Price out of the infirmary.

“Thanks for relieving him.”

He shakes his head. “Not a problem.”

“And you wanted to talk to me.” I help him along a bit with amusement in my voice as his fingers knit together and his gaze steadies on mine.

“I did.” He confirms and now I wait, letting him decide when he’s ready to talk. My hands slide over the jacket he laid over me, grateful for the lack of chemical smell emanating from it. It just smells like him. Like bitter tea leaves and a small citrus tang that usually taints his clothes. Probably his detergent. “I don’t forgive you.” He starts and my attention immediately shifts to him and his dark eyes trained on mine. “I don’t accept your apology for thinking we wouldn’t come for you because that’s bullshit and I won’t forgive you until you never fucking believe that again.”

My eyes widen when I hear the heat in his tone. It’s not that odd to hear Ghost get riled up, especially around Soap, but I’ve never had him take that tone with me. Not seriously. “I know it was stupid.”

“Damn right.” He grumbles and I give him a pointed look for rubbing it in. “Say it. Tell me you know we’ll always come for you.” His gaze is unyielding and I know he means it.

“I know the team will always come for me.” Even to my ears, the words sound hesitant. Ghost’s eyes narrow.

“You say that every day ’til it feels as natural as your fucking name. And I’ll ask you to say it every once and a while. ‘Til it’s a reflex.” I sigh, but his tone is insistent. After a moment, I relent with a nod and he pins me in place with his eyes before nodding back and relaxing again in his chair. “You don’t get to save my ass, then think we’re not coming after you. Never believe that, G.”

“I get it, Ghost. I’ll do it.” Because it’s important to him and because he’s clearly trying to do something good for me, even if it’s something I hesitate to do. “And when I can stand without falling over, I’ll give you a hug for being such a pain in my ass.” The mask twitches and his eyes crinkle so I know he’s smiling.

“We’ll see if you can catch me to do it.” He returns and I smirk, knowing he’ll let me. “Now, go on and pass out. Price’ll have my hide if I keep you up.”

“Mmhmm.” I smile and let my exhaustion catch up with me, falling asleep a little easier with his scent in my nose rather than the chemicals that cleaned my body.

The next time I wake, Soap has taken Ghost’s place and morning light is seeping into the tent. “Morning, lass.” He greets and I give him a bleary grunt in return. “Cheery in the morning.” He quips and I’m about to tell him what he can do with his cheer before he points to a tray beside me. “That’s for you, if you’re up for it. Will ye let me help you up without bitin’ me?” Soap gets up and I nod, grabbing onto his arms as they slide under mine to pull me up into a sitting position.

A long breath leaves me as pain echoes through my body with every movement, but Johnny is gentle and makes sure to stack pillows behind me before moving back. He pushes a glass of water into my hand along with some pills. “Nurses said to give those to ya.”

I raise a brow and take the pills despite how my face hurts. I bet I really look like shit. “They trusted you with a task? I’m shocked.”

He smirks. “At least your spirits are still high.” Soap reaches over and pulls the tray closer to hover over my lap. “Eat up. Took everything in me not to steal your applesauce.” I hum amusedly, picking up the small container first and happily digging into the sweet treat. Soap flicks my ear. “Cruel lass. Careful, I might rethink my offer.”

I pause and raise a brow. “Offer?”

Mischief glints in his eyes and I take a deep breath to prepare myself. “You’re coming to Scotland with me.” He says with a smug grin. “The group we took out last night were the last few we were after, so we’re on leave starting the day after tomorrow. Since you’ve got no one waitin’ for ya at home, I’m takin’ ya with me to see my family. So I can keep an eye on ya.” He winks at me while I blink a few times to make sure I heard him right.

“That’s…that’s not necessary, Soap. I can take care of myself.” I frown as I think of myself laying on his couch surrounded by his family, just taking up space. “I couldn’t possibly impose on you and your family.” Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve met someone’s family. Parents…I haven’t been around parents in at least a fucking decade.

“Too bad.” Soap answers instantly, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’ve already told my Ma and she’s excited to meet ya. If you resist, I’ll carry you there slung over my shoulder.” I pout, setting my food down on the tray as I try to think of a way out of this. “Come on, lass, it’ll be fun. You only have to stay off your foot for a little while and I’ll be there to entertain you in the meantime.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I look at him and if anyone can pull off a puppy dog look, it’s Johnny. After a few moments I sigh, pressing my fingers to my temple. “You’re sure your family doesn’t mind—”

“They’re fucking thrilled, G. Come on, just say you’ll come without a fight.” He leans forward and nudges my leg gently.

A smile tugs on my lips and I’ll admit the thought of seeing Johnny at home is a tempting one. “Yeah, okay, I’ll come.” His face brightens immediately and his big grin makes accepting worth it.

“You won’t regret it. One minute in Scotland and you’ll never want to leave.” He assures me and I nod along, listening with a fond smile as he tells me about his sisters, his mother’s cooking, and his father’s terrible jokes. To my own surprise, I find myself actually…looking forward to it.

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the-whispers-of-death · 1 month

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Light Work

*The 141 & Ladder all chilling in the recreational room* Maintenance man who is trying to change a lightbulb: *struggling to carry a ladder* Ladder, getting up: Oh, here let me help you. *hooks her arm under one of the ladder rungs and lifts it with that one arm* Ladder, casually holding the ladder: Where do you want this? Maintenance man, enamored: Uh, just over there. *points to where the light fixture that needs to be fixed is* Ladder: *nods and carries the ladder to where it needs to go* Soap: So, she wasn't joking when she said she could lift a ladder with one hand. Ghost: Between her and Stone, I feel weak. Gaz: I've never wanted to befriend someone so much before I met Ladder. Price: Do you think she'd tell us how much she lifts at the gym?

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baejl · 4 months

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pizza night

blackpink 5th member au

minah and mingyu suddenly turning into parents of 12

WARNINGS: it's been a long time since the last time I've written something. hope you guys like it tho!

masterlist 🩰 requests are opened feedback is always important to me!

"Five, four, three…"

The yoga instructor's voice was the only thing filling Minah and Mingyu's living room. Minah held her breath as the woman counted, trying to recreate the exact position she was teaching.

After the accident, Minah found the wonderful world of online workouts, and she never had to bother about going to the gym again. Not when she could do all that in her living room, not having to interact with other humans but her boyfriend, peacefully sleeping upstairs.

"Okay, now take a deep breath. And now, let it go." Minah did as the instructor said. "That's it for today, everyone. Our next class…"

Minah didn't wait for the video to end to turn off the TV, sitting on her couch and closing her eyes, feeling her muscles and her body racing post-workout. Oh, how she loved being alive.

She took her time there, just enjoying the silence, before deciding it was time for her to wake Mingyu up and get something to eat.

She was in the middle of the hallway when her intercom started ringing. Minah frowned. She didn't invite anyone, and Mingyu would probably warn her if he had. She turned around and headed to the kitchen.

Before even looking closely, Minah recognised who it was.

"Gosh…" she mumbled. Taking the intercom off the hook, Minah answered before anything. "Come in."

It didn't take two minutes before the door slammed open, and twelve men entered the apartment.

"Jesus, I'm so hungry." Dokyeom said, heading straight to the kitchen. He stopped before Minah and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. "Hi, mom."

Minah lightly slapped his shoulder, making the boys laugh.

In less than a minute, her apartment was looking like a playground.

Seungcheol, Dokyeom and Jeonghan were in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Joshua, Wonwoo, Jihoon and Minghao turned the TV on again and searched for a game to play, already deciding the pairs. Chan and Seungkwan waved at her and just laid on the couch. Minah made a mental note to brag with Mingyu about her perfect couch choice.

"Okay," she said. "who's gonna tell me what happened?"

"We were bored." Hansol showed up on her side, devouring one of her chocolate sundaes.

"And we missed you." Sooyoung said, trying to add a reason.

"Actually, our AC system broke." Jun whispered at her, heading to one of the guests' bedrooms.

"Hyung!" the men groaned together.

Minah laughed at their reaction.

Somehow, Minah can't even keep a straight face next to them. It always felt like she was in high school again, especially with the younger ones. She noticed Hayun wasn't there.

"Where's Hayun, by the way?"

"No comments on that." Seungcheol said without looking away from the oven, and she understood Hayun was probably sleeping in someone else's house.

"I'm gonna wake Mingyu." she announced, leaving the living room.

"No!" twelve voices echoed together, making her laugh.

"Why waking him up? He's so peaceful while he's asleep." Chan said with a forced smile on his face.

"The house is so quiet. Listen. " Jihoo said, making a signal for them to be quiet. "You can even listen to the birds."

Minah scoffed and shook her head, heading to the hallway leading to her bedroom. Mingyu had already talked to them about showing up without warning.

When she opened the door and got into the bedroom, she wished they were alone. Mingyu was in the same position she left him earlier, and she just wanted to take a quick shower and cuddle him again.

But a loud noise from the kitchen followed by a 'Dokyeom!' made Mingyu sit on the bed.

"What's happening?" he said, before even opening his eyes.

Minah chuckled and sat close to him, pulling him closer in a quick kiss.

"Hi, baby. We have guests." she said, watching Mingyu's sleeping face turning into a confused one, pulling Minah into a hug.

It took Mingyu a few seconds to fully understand what she meant, now rolling his eyes and making Minah laugh.

"I can't believe they did it again." he mumbled against her hair.

"Yes, honey. They did." Minah told him, letting go of his arms. "I'll be waiting for you so we can decide what to eat. We didn't go to the market yesterday, and we don't have enough food for all of us."

"I'll be out in a minute." Mingyu said, getting up and heading to their shared bathroom.

A loud noise from the kitchen made Minah leave the room and go back to the living room to check what happened.

"Oh, they have some good beers here…" Chan said.

Minah was about to tell him to drink some when she felt Mingyu's hand on her shoulder.

"Good morning, guys." he said, making the boys turn their attention to him.

"Oh, look at our Sleeping Beauty!" Soonyoung said, kidding and hugging Mingyu.

"Morning?" Wonwoo said, checking his watch. "It's almost noon, Mingyu-ah."

"Oh, that explains why Seungkwan and Chan are already on their third bottle of soju." Mingyu answered, watching his members toasting one more shot of soju. "Whatever," he shook his head. "we're ordering some pizzas, if you want to stay for dinner."

The boys tsked together and started mumbling.

"I'd love to stay, but I forgot my wallet." Seungcheol said, palming his pockets, trying to sound convincing.

"Me too." Dokyeom said, doing the same thing.

"Me t-"

Before Jihoo could say the same thing, Mingyu interrupted him.

"I'll pay." he told them.

Minah had never seen 12 grown men as happy as the 12 men inside her apartment at that moment. They started to cheer and mock Mingyu, thanking him, and that made her give an honest laugh.

"I'm going to call the girls and invite them over." she told Mingyu, who nodded and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek before she left to get her phone.

"Finally Mingyu hyung is going to open his wallet!" Hansol joked.

"Should we order some more beers, then? And then we can stop at some ice cream shop, and then we can buy some chocolate-" Chan asked.

Before Chan could finish his sentence, Mingyu threw a pillow at him, making the boys burst out.

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lovesick-gxrls · 1 year

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MET GALA 2023

the carpet

inspired by the chanel brides, mari went for an elegant bridal look. dressed in vivienne westwood couture and accessorising by using the iconic necklace and statement earrings.

she chose jimmy choo for her shoes as it matched well with the overall vibe and look of the dress.

her makeup and hair was kept simple to enhance the beauty of the dress.

the after party

for her after party look mari changed into the trousers and blazer from the same collection, keeping with the bridal theme.

she took hair down now and changed the earrings to the smaller vivienne westwood ones to keep the look more laidback and simple.

mari wanted to be homage to vivienne and her work despite the theme being about karl lagerfeld.

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sintowinemily · 1 year

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You're Somebody Else

in which he is faced with the love of his life, but she isn’t who she says she is.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!oc

summary: two long-lost childhood friends are reunited when their respective fbi teams work together, except she's changed her name and is pretending as though she doesn't know who he is. what follows is twelve years of encounters. will they able to get back to the love they once had?

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, torture, drugs, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, death, sexual assault and injury. angst. third person, slight fluff and minor cursing.

word count: to be determined

also available to read on wattpad.

Case One

Case Two

20 February 1998

Case Three (coming soon!)

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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The Cedars Have Eyes Ch. 4

Characters: Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Synopsis: We explore the crypt and we now know more than ever.

Authors Note: This is a different level of intensity than I've written before. I loved it.

"Okay, so here is what we know about Mary Goodweather." Rowan pointed to the chalk board. Written there was Mary's name, the word telepath, and the years she had been alive, meaning you truly knew nothing new.

"So we have nothing?" You were seated cross-legged on top of a two-person desk in Rowan's classroom. Larissa was seated at the same desk, but she was slouched in a chair, long legs stretched in front of her and arms folded across her chest.

"We have nothing." Rowan perched herself on her desk, hoping someone could come up with some type of answer.

"None of the older alumni could remember a crypt with the ashes of dead outcasts." Larissa chimed in, "But one did mention that we should look around Crackstone's crypt. Maybe we could find something there."

"Well we need to figure it out soon. Students will be back in four days and they don't need to find us sneaking around." You glance back at Larissa and then up to Rowan. The vampire was too busy biting at the inside of her cheek and staring off into space to notice you look at her.

"Maybe... We let Fern go back-"

"No." Larissa rejected Rowan's idea outright with no hesitation.

"Come on. We can do it inside. No vines this time." You join Rowan's team, actually wanting to return to the crypt to gather more names and see what was behind the door. You had tried talking to Larissa about this earlier but there was no budging so you had decided to drop it. With Rowan's support, you tempted receiving Larissa's wrath again.

"We can take every precaution, Larissa, but the only way to figure out why this is happening to Fern is to send her back." Rowan supported you, and Larissa was starting to realize she was outnumbered.

"Fern..." Larissa's tone let you know that this was a warning.

"I'll be fast! I can go in and-"

"FERN!" Larissa wasn't hearing it.

"Larissa, I want your support, but I will do it without you if I need to." You knew Larissa wouldn't want to fight about this in front of Rowan, but it needed to be said.

Larissa sucked her top lip between her teeth, thinking for a moment, "Fine. But I reserve the right to wake you up if I feel like something is going to happen to you."

"Okay. Fine. Yes"

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After moving all the tables in the astronomy tower, Fern laid on the floor. They chose the tower for the proximity from the ground, hoping that it would prevent anything from taking Fern. Larissa had even retried garden shears from the greenhouse to keep vines away if they came near Fern.

"Ready?" Larissa rested on her knees by you, her hand grasping at yours. You could sense her nervousness, "No more cuts on your hands either."

"Yes, yes. I promise, I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

"Can we get a move on you two?" Rowan tapped her foot, standing nearby and obviously not enjoying this mush-fest. Larissa's face went red with embarrassment, she pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and moved back to sit nearby.

You begin to focus in. It was a little harder this time. You tried remembering the sensation. Vines around your ankles, up your legs, around your torso, down your arms. Finally, you fell through. The process passing through the soil was much faster this time. The pain of falling was just the same, but you forced yourself to recover quicker.

You pull yourself to your feet, scrambling towards the door. You stop by the different urns, pulling a pocketknife from your pocket. You weren't sure if it would actually make the journey with you. You were really getting the hang of this transferring-consciousness-between-physical-forms thing.

With the pocketknife, you wedge it between the various urns and their plaques, prying them off and stuffing them into your pockets. You collected about ten when you decided to move on towards the vault door. But your blood ran cold when you heard voices, you felt the anxiety course through your chest and out to your toes and fingertips.

"Shhh... She's here." You could see the shadows moving around as the lighting changed through the crack in the door.

Larissa and Rowan were dealing with their own battles in the astronomy tower. They had only considered the roots that could come up through the ground. Vines had begun pouring in through the tower windows, shattering the windows. They were headed straight towards Fern.

Larissa tried her best to wield the sheers, but it seemed like the vines were like a hydra, cut one and two would take its place. Rowan had taken a family heirloom sword that she kept mounted on the wall and was trying to chop at the vines with it, but soon the vines grabbed her ankles causing her to fall.

Not only were they trying to protect Fern, but now they were having to protect themselves.

I have to wake up. I have to wake up. You couldn't get yourself to leave the crypt. You needed Larissa or Rowan's help on the other side. Finally, you forced a foot forward then two. You needed to read the name on the door. That would be the ultimate clue..

"Finally, she is coming to visit us... We need her for the next phase..."

Your heart was pounding in your ears. The adrenaline running through you about made you sick. Remember. The door. What does the door say?

You glance up, trying to make out the words. Your stomach flipped. You had seen that name before: Crackstone.

"Rowan, wake Fern up!" Larissa was dealing with the vines trying to grab at her, too far away from Fern to help.

"I'm a little busy!" Rowan cried as the vines grabbed at her hands to prevent her from cutting at them any longer.

Larissa knew they didn't have much time. She took one step back towards Fern and a vine twisted around her foot, tripping her in the process. Now she was frantic, she kicked at the vine, leaving her shoe behind.

Larissa's hand grabbed at Fern's shoulder, "Honey, it's time to wake up now! Wake up!"

The vault door was slowly beginning to open when the room began shaking. Thank god, Larissa and Rowan were coming to your rescue. You were taking steps backward, not wanting the people in the room to get you. Were they even going to hurt you?

"She is getting away!"

The two figures took a step towards you, but the shaking of the room and your vision altered their faces. You couldn't make it out.

The vines began to slink away when you woke up. Once you finally were conscious enough to register the world around you, Larissa and Rowan were on the ground, piles of vine cuttings around them.

"What in the hell happened here?"

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After a few hours sorting through the new urn names and exploring what the underground vault could be, you all finally agreed to call it a night. You were having trouble sleeping. The nightmares for you were progressing now that you went deeper into the crypt.

In the dreams, you would wake up feeling incredibly empty inside, like all emotion had been ripped from your body. You couldn't move. You were in a box. A casket to be more specific. Your eyes were open, but those who viewed your body didn't seem to notice.

There was Rowan. She had sunglasses on, but you could see her tear stained cheeks. Then came Larissa. Her eyes seemed void of there usual sparkle, red from the crying. She wasn't actively crying, however. She just seemed numb.

A voice came from the back, "Oh, she was just too late. There was nothing to be done..."

Larissa leaned down in towards you, "You better keep your promise. You better come back to me."

And she closed the casket. You couldn't move. You couldn't scream. You were going to be buried alive.

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You had awoken with a start. Your heart beating wildly. That was one of the worst nightmares yet.

You needed to clear your head. Even though it was dark outside, you wandered deeper and deeper into the woods. Once you were about a half mile away, you stopped in a small clearing and stood still for a moment.

Then you screamed,

and screamed,

and screamed.

You needed to feel alive. Feel the screams leave your lungs. Feel the burn on your vocal cords.

Then you turned around and began your walk back to your bed.

Link to Chapter 5

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Moonrise

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 6471

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A/n: Ah another chapter, how lovely.

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“OH, MAN! OH, MAN! TAKING OFF IN the middle of the night is pretty exciting!” Shōyō was bouncing on the balls of his feet, really one of the only ones really awake at this time of the morning. It was quite early, the sun hadn’t even breached through the horizon yet. Though the team weren’t awake for practice, they were awake to climb onto a bus and make their journey to Tokyo.

Tanaka chuckled at his underclassmen, “Well, you guys were late last time.” He nostalgically remembered how his sister had to be the one to drive the troublesome duo to their camp. Ah, fun times.

“Being an idiot must be nice.” Tsukishima scoffed, “You can even sleep on a bus.”

The two other boys shouted at him, “What’d you say?!”

Sakura cringed, “don’t yell, it’s too early for this.”

The team plus Sakura and the managers all gathered around the bus. Some were tired this early in the morning, but almost all of them were excited. Yet another training camp to go to! The day was finally here that they would get to see some other strong schools from Tokyo! “We’ll be arriving at our destination early in the morning once again.” Takeda said, drawing all of their attention, “Ukai-kun and I will take turns driving.”

Said coach yawned, “Sorry if I nod off.”

Everyone bowed to him with a slight shout, “Thank you!”

Their advisor jumped, “It’s the middle of the night, so not so loud.”

“Oh, sorry… Habit,” Daichi chuckled in apology.

“Do you guys have everything?” Takeda said to them all, “Make sure you double-check.”

Yamaguchi turned to Shōyō by his side, “It’ll go quickly if you fall asleep.”

“I wonder if I can…” the ball of sunshine pursed his lips.

Sakura scoffed lightly under her breath, “you most certainly will.” She knew her brother could sleep anywhere at any time. A bus ride was not going to be an issue for him. Though besides her she didn’t notice the lazy stare that a blond giant was pointing at her.

Ever since they had all gathered together, Tsukishima was surveying the distance that was put between the Hinata siblings. Now that Sakura was actually here, he could see just how she was keeping herself separate from her brother. Along with that Shōyō was also doing what he could to gain her attention every once in a while. Even so, Shōyō was a bit quieter, upset with his sister’s ignorance. It was a strange sight, Tsukishima never thought he’d see the day when the twins weren’t attached at the hip. He saw that ever since they had rode up to the school together on their bikes the twins hadn’t said much to each other. Sakura kept herself besides Yachi or Yamaguchi. Meanwhile, Shōyō sends her puppy-dog eyes every once in a while and distracts himself by talking with Nishinoya and Tanaka.

Then again for a moment Tsukishima could feel himself… empathizing with Sakura. How pathetic, he thought. Him empathizing with Hinata Sakura? That’s baffling! Though he tried to push that thought away, as he should be focusing on how he was going to ignore the others to sleep a bit on the ride to the camp.

Endo yawned loudly, “why do we have to get up at this ungodly hour.”

Asahi laughed at the tired look on his friend's face, “I’m sorry you have to suffer through being awake.”

“Some of us need our beauty sleep, you know.” He not so subtly pointed at Nishinoya and Tanaka, “Some more than others.”

“OI!!” It appeared that the two heard them. Though Endo probably wanted them to. Even if it was early in the morning, he still loved riling up his friends. He just shared a laugh with Asahi before climbing into the bus. Endo was more than ready to sit next to his best friend and use Asahi’s shoulder for a nap.

So the team all piled into the bus. Some were fighting over who would sit next to who and others more than ready to get comfy in their seats for the ride over. Just as Sakura was about to follow behind Yachi when her brother stopped her.

“Imouto, do you want to sit with me?” Shōyō shyly asked as he walked up to his sister.

The girl blinked at him for a moment. She pursed his lips at him and shook her head lightly, “I said I’d sit with Yachi, sorry.”

Shōyō’s expression dropped, “oh.”

So Sakura left behind her dejected brother and climbed onto the bus. She was a bit annoyed with herself for turning him down, even after they had had distance between them for a while now, she still thought it would be a good idea to keep it up.

Yachi noticed the expression on Sakura’s face and asked, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Sakura said, getting comfortable in her seat at the window.

“Shōyō-kun definitely seems down,” Yachi cooed, eyeing the boy as he sulked a little bit in his seat beside Kageyama. She didn’t like to see anyone upset, especially her friends. She turned to look at Sakura who pursed her lips.

“Yeah, he’ll just have to get used to it.” Her friend gave her a look. One that had Sakura sighing heavily. “I know now that I have to move forward with my plan, and Shōyō is just going to have to get used to it, since it’s my choice.” It lifted some sort of weight off of her after coming to that conclusion. She was going to use this camp as a way to make it clear to Shōyō exactly what she wanted and how she felt. Sakura didn’t want him to misunderstand any longer like he did that first time she tried to tell him. She finally came up with a good plan, in her opinion, and knew what to say this time around to make it crystal clear to him how she’s felt and how she wants to make things right.

Yachi nodded her head, “Just make sure you talk with him about it. You wouldn’t want him to think that he did something wrong…” She then paused and anxiously waved her hands, “He didn’t do anything wrong right!?”

“No. Not intentionally, at least.” Sakura nodded her head, “I will talk to him when we’ve settled in.”

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The bus ride wasn’t as tense as Sakura thought that it would be. After not accepting the offer to sit with her brother, she felt like it would fill her with some sort of guilt. Though after the last few days of not really talking with him she had grown to not feel guilty about not being around him all the time. After getting the support that she needed from her friends and talking through everything with them, she knew now not to base her emotions off of what Shōyō was feeling.

Once the team arrived, there were a few boys from the Nekoma team who had come to greet them and show them where to go. Sakura was happy to say hi to Kenma when he came over to them with Kuroo and Nobuyuki. Though she let out a sigh to see that Yua hadn’t tagged along to greet them. She still wasn’t sure if she wanted to say that she was friends with the eager girl. They had shared a few texts here and there, but Sakura hadn’t taken up on any of Yua’s offers to hang out.

“Hey, hey! Where’s the Skytree?” Shōyō exclaimed as soon as he jumped off the bus.

Kenma tilted his head in confusion, “Huh? The Skytree?”

“Oh! Is that the Tokyo Towers?!” Shōyō jumped as he pointed to a random tower in the distance.

“Huh?” The pudding-headed boy blinked, “That’s… Just a normal transmission tower.”

“What the hell?” Kuroo asked, “Are there no transmission towers in Miyagi? Pretty sure I’ve heard that conversation before.”

Daichi’s eyebrow twitched, “The transmission towers in Tokyo all look like the Tokyo Tower to us country folk!”

“That’s a rash thing to say.” Suga said, “Also, we’re in Saitama.”

Shōyō asked Kenma, “So we’re gonna be at a different school this time?”

“Apparently, the summer training camp is always in Shinzen. It’s nice and cool here…” Kenma then slapped his arm to kill an annoying bug, “But lots of bugs around.”

“Hinata!” Nekoma’s half-Russian giant then appeared, running down the stairs. “Did you grow any taller?!”

Kenma deadpanned, “Lev, shut up.”

“That’s a pretty rude thing to say.” Shōyō gaped, “Like I could grow in two weeks!”

Lev just smugly smirked down at him, “I grew two millimeters.” Shōyō then went into shock at that information. Yachi laughed from beside Sakura who was just shaking her head at them.

The boys all went into the gym, getting themselves ready for their first day of some grueling training camp. As soon as Sakura had stepped into the gym, Yua had seemingly made a beeline for her. Through her excited babbling, the older girl was expressing how happy she was to see her friend again and where they would be sleeping during the camp. It took Yaku nearly dragging her back to their game that Sakura was allowed a moment to breathe. Which meant that she was able to go off with Yachi and Kiyoko and help with anything that they needed.

“All right!” Ukai said to the team, “We’re gonna switch out members constantly this time around, so be prepared.”

“Right!”

So their first game of the camp was against Fukurōdani. One of the most formidable teams here at the camp, it certainly was going to be a challenge to go up against them. Some of the crows were more than determined to see how they were going to fair against their opponents. After all, it was time to show off just how much they had improved.

“Let’s try for no penalties!” Bokuto exclaimed to his teammates.

The game began with Fukurōdani serving to Karasuno. Though there was something just slightly off… When Kageyama tossed the ball to Shōyō, it missed.

Sakura blinked, “Missed?” Sure, she’s seen them miss some spikes or tosses from time to time, but this one was one of the most horrendous misses that she's seen from them. The ball was just slightly short. Though thanks to Shoyo’s quick reflexes he was able to save the ball before it could hit the ground. They’re both so… different now, Sakura thought to herself.

The game continued on with each of the boys having some sort of slight imbalance. Asahi’s spikes were powerful, but not as accurate as they should be. Their synchronized attack most certainly still needed work. Their blocks could be a bit more secure, and obviously the freak duo was having some issues as well. So the boys were completely out of sync with each other. All that practice that they had put in individually wasn’t meshing well as a team just about yet. There was yet another learning curve that they would have to get through now.

“Endo,” Ukai called, making the boy jump just slightly at the shout, “you’re getting subbed in.”

Endo pointed at his own chest, “me? I’m a sub? Wh-what about Suga or Yamaguchi?” It seemed like he was baffled at the idea that he was going to be put in instead of the other guys.

His coach just gave him a bored expression, “Is your name not Endo? Go!”

The blond scoffed, “okay, okay. Don't have a stroke, old man.”

So he was put on the court, for what felt like the first time in quite a while. Endo certainly has been on the court before, but that was normally just at practice against his own teammates. Not necessarily against another team. Still, it was technically a practice game anyway. Plus, they were willing to try anything out to get their momentum going. Since he was subbed in, that meant that Tanaka was taken off of the court, just to shake things up a bit. That certainly did shake up the play style just a bit, but not enough to earn points against Fukurōdani.

Endo did try his best, honestly. He was just a bit surprised to be actually put into the game. Most of the time people overlooked putting him in since he wasn’t all that good and he was never picked over his passionate teammates. Why put someone on the court you weren’t sure was going to put all of their effort into the game when you could put someone who would? It made sense that he was passed over all the time, and Endo wasn’t going to put that against anyone, since he understood. Though now that he was going to actually start focusing on getting better at volleyball, just to spite his father, perhaps it was time to change his outlook. He was going to really put his all into it. Even if that meant sweating a bit more than usual, though he was certain that it would be worth it. After all, he would love to say ‘I told you so’ to his father sooner rather than later.

Across the gym, the Nekoma team was also keeping an eye on the game between the owls and crows. “Hm… Splendid.” Nekomata said while watching Karasuno, “They’re splendidly… not in sync at all.”

Yua nodded her head before scribbling something down after watching Lev miss a dive. Most certainly keeping track of any missed receives that he has. Just so she could show Yaku her statistics later and see him scowl at the younger boy to practice them more.

They then watched as Nishinoya jumped up to actually set the ball. Their mouths were agape as Naoi exclaimed, “Jumping from the back zone and into a libero’s jump toss?” Though it didn’t really do much, since the libero ended up jumping a little too far. “I wonder what happened to Karasuno. Maybe they’re in some kind of rut?”

Nekomata laughed, “I think it’s the exact opposite. Because they’re crows, they’re omnivorous. It doesn’t matter if they’re deep in the mountains, or in the middle of Kabukicho. They eat everything there is to eat, and take advantage of those stronger than them to survive.” He explained as the other teams also kept an eye on Karasuno’s game from the corner of their eyes. “It looks like they’re in the middle of evolving at an incredible speed.”

Yua then pointed at the blond who wasn’t able to block Bokuto’s spike, “Though that one doesn’t seem to be catching up, huh?” Then again, Bokuto’s spikes could be pretty difficult to go up against. She didn’t really think a first-year would stand much of a chance against his spikes. So she really couldn’t hold it against Tsukishima. Hell, even she has issues with blocking Bokuto’s spikes!

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After all of their many, many mistakes, Karasuno had ended up with quite a few penalty runs. Of course, the penalty was just as grueling as it was at the last training camp. However, instead of diving around the gym, they had to partake in Shinzen’s special “refreshing sprint up the grassy hill”. It was quite a refreshing sprint after doing it so many times. All of the boys were in quite a lot of pain after each round of penalties. By the end, it was just like last time, Karasuno was having a hard time standing up to

Now that it was dark out, the moon gazed down on them after they’ve finished playing their last game of the day, Endo was laid out in the grass. He still was recovering from their last sprint up the hill, taking a breather with the rest of the team. He really was testing his athleticism today. While he certainly would exercise regularly, it wasn’t really to this extent. It was near torture in his opinion! Curse these coaches who wish to see them suffer like this. Why couldn’t one of the other teams just let them win?? He certainly would have loved winning at least one game to miss out on a penalty.

Laid out in the grass with the other third-years and Tanaka, Endo was more than ready to go to bed. Hell, he could probably start sleeping right now. The grass that was scratching his back was extremely comfortable on his sore muscles. Besides him, Suga let out a sigh, “We amazingly lost all of our games.”

“It’s actually sort of refreshing.” Daichi smiled, perhaps a bit dazed after all of their penalties.

With a disbelieving scoff, Endo barely sat up on his elbows to glare at his captain, “If that was refreshing, then you are the biggest masochist I’ve met.”

“I haven’t done that many sprints since Coach Ukai was coaching,” Tanaka wheezed, face planted in the grass.

Daichi then sat up, “I’m gonna borrow the tablet from Ukai-san so we can review the synchronized attack video.”

“All right.”

“Sure thing.”

Asahi also got a hard look on his face, determination growing in his eyes, “I’m gonna go hit some serves. I need way more practice.”

Endo sighed heavily before groaning as he got to his feet, “Ah, geez, you guys are gonna make me feel left out if I don’t join in.” Yes, he could just go back to their shared room and go to bed for the night. However, the last thing that he wanted was to fall behind now after talking so boldly to his family before this.

Meanwhile, in the gym, Sakura waltzed up to her brother as he was lost in his own thoughts. She knew that he was thinking about how his playstyle had changed and wasn’t exactly matching up with Kageyama’s. A big predicament for them as the freak duo obviously. Though now that they had the time, Sakura figured that it was a good moment to talk a bit.

“Shō-nii,” she said, trying to get his attention. Though that proved to be a bit difficult as he just continued to stare down at the volleyball he was holding in his hand. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking but really wanted to finally put this behind them. “Shōyō!”

He jumped out of his own mind as it had been racing with some many things. The practice matches had been abysmal and he was still not really on speaking terms with Kageyama or Sakura, so he was really not focusing all too much. However, now that his sister was actually here, in front of him, waiting for him to speak to her, he had to jump at the chance. He exclaimed, “Imouto!”

Sakura cringed at his shout, “You don’t have to be so loud.” It was slightly awkward between the two, since this had to be the longest that they had been able to be around each other. Though Shōyō looked more than eager now that they were having a conversation. Sakura cleared her throat, “we really do need to… talk.”

Shōyō had been wanting to talk with her. It was almost unbearable that they hadn’t been like they were before their big blow out a few weeks ago. They said the bare minimum to each other, didn’t interact much at school, and didn’t even ride home together, it was really driving him crazy. So he nodded his head, agreeing with her though not really knowing where to start.

“I want to make sure we understand each other,” Sakura started off slowly. “I’m not abandoning you.”

Shōyō let out a long sigh, “oh.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do, okay?” Sakura scratched the back of her neck, “I’m sorry I never talked to you about what I’ve been feeling after all this time.” It probably would have been easier to deal with if she had been honest with him all this time. Or at least told him how she had been feeling a bit more than how she was. Was she good at dealing with emotions? Not really. However, she should have been more open with her brother. It would have most likely stopped their disagreement much sooner.

“I just… didn’t think that I wouldn’t notice something upsetting you.” Shōyō had been kicking himself ever since they had their argument. He prides himself on being such a good older brother, being there for both of his sisters and doing his best to help when or when not asked. Though to have it suddenly revealed to him that he had not been able to see some sort of issue that his twin was dealing with upset him.

She just shrugged her shoulders, “It’s my fault for not telling you, Shō. Now I’m telling you that I think it’s better if we have some space.”

“So you can do photography?” There was a slight tinge of realization in his voice. It seemed like he wasn’t taking this as a generally back thing at the moment. Since having space did seem like one of the most horrible things in Shōyō’s mind at times. “I thought that you wanted to leave me because of the fight!!”

Sakura shook her head, “No! The fight, yes, did hurt a bit, but one argument isn’t going to make me just abandon you…” Why did it kind of bother her that Shōyō thought that she would do that? Did her constant support not make it clear that she was going to be there for him no matter what? Though she shouldn’t dwell on that thought, since they are really trying to make amends here.

Sakura could see Shōyō visibly deflate in relief. He then smiled, “that’s good then!” At least he was taking this better than a few days ago. Perhaps that was because they both had clear thoughts and could explain themselves a bit better.

“So you’re not… upset?” She bit the inside of her cheek, nervous for his answer.

Shōyō tilted his head, “I… was. Though I don’t think I knew what you meant.”

“Yeah, that was pretty clear,” Sakura scoffed.

He sheepishly apologized, “I’m sorry, Imouto.”

“I figured we both just needed time to ourselves. I’m sorry too.” She cleared her throat, “I just… This isn’t me not wanting to be around you anymore or be involved in things, I just want a chance to be myself.”

Shoyo gave her a thumbs up, “I’ll definitely support you just like I usually will!” Even if he was still a bit… wary about this, he wasn’t going to stop her from doing anything she wants. Shōyō isn’t a selfish person, especially when it comes to his family. So it wasn’t like he would stop her from doing something she enjoyed. It would be hypocritical of him to do that. Though it definitely was going to take some time to truly understand and get used to it.

The blinding smile that he flashed at her lifted a weight off of her chest. They had cleared up any misconception between them, it was a bit easier than she initially thought. If there was one thing it was Hinata’s were stubborn and it took quite a while to change their minds. So with that in mind, Sakura thought that it would take a bit to get accustomed to their newer dynamic. Though they could save that for when they get back home after this training camp.

So she nearly skipped out of the gym, more than content with just going to bed. Progress had been made between the two! They both had a clearer understanding between them. It was really starting to look up for Sakura.

Though it seems like the universe had to keep a balance to itself. Since as she was walking towards her room for a wonderful night’s rest, she nearly ran into a giant who was too lost in his own thoughts to notice her either. She would have apologized if it hadn’t been Tsukishima.

“Sorry didn’t see you down there,” he sneered

Sakura deadpanned, “You really aren’t original, are you?” Really why is he like this? Sakura wondered to herself.

“Shouldn’t you be following your brother around or something?”

She stared at him with faux-confused eyes, “I didn’t think you paid attention to what I do. Are you stalking me or something?” She said sarcastically, “Though no. I’m going to sleep. Let that idiot lose sleep if he wants.”

She was going to try and walk away from him though Tsukishima just narrowed his eyes at her, “I thought after your fight you’d be begging for him to forgive you.” Based on what he had seen and heard, the twins weren’t on talking terms. They hadn’t been for quite a while now. It was strange for him to think that the twins weren’t attached at the hip or Sakura following her brother around like a lost puppy. As long as he’s, unfortunately, known them he had rarely seen them apart. Not having her at the practices also caused him to become quite confused. Had he noticed that she was missing the first practice that she had skipped? Perhaps. Though that wasn’t because of anything other than wanting to mess with her. He enjoyed getting to poke fun at her brother and by extension her. So he was just missing out on some fun entertainment with her gone.

Sakura rolled her eyes with gritted teeth, “It’s none of your business.” Though Tsukishima smirked, which set Sakura’s mind aflame with annoyance. She wasn’t going to let him know about anything. What goes on between her and Shōyō didn’t need to involve anyone else, especially not this bitchy blonde giant.

Tsukishima towered over her and seemed to be quite pleased with himself that he was able to get under her skin, even if it was by a little. They continued to stare each other down, eyes narrowed in annoyance and smugness. Even if they weren’t saying anything it was pretty clear what both of them were thinking about the other. Her chocolate eyes were piercing his golden ones and neither seemed to be willing to step down.

“Oh, hey, you two. Karasuno!” A voice called, startling the pair out of their staring contest. Sakura glanced over to see that it was Kuroo who was calling out to them. He was standing at the entrance of a gym alongside Bokuto. “You with the glasses. Kitten-chan!” Sakura scowled at him as Tsukishima raised an eyebrow at him, “Would you jump some blocks for us?”

The two stared at them for a moment before Tsukishima bowed, “Oh, actually, I’m done for the night. If you’ll excuse me.”

Kuroo and Bokuto blinked, “What?!”

“I’m not a player,” Sakura said, though going ignored.

“There’s no point in practicing spikes without a blocker!” Bokuto said, “Come on!”

“Why does it have to be me? Why not someone from Fukurōdani?” Tsukishima asked.

Aakashi then walked up to the door and explained, “There’s no limit to Bokuto-san’s spiking practice, so everyone runs away pretty quickly.”

Kuroo jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at Lev. “I’m too busy whipping this guy into shape.” Said boy was currently pancaked on the floor, completely exhausted from his practice that his captain had subjected him to.

“I said I’d jump some blocks!” Lev whined, still laying in his puddle of sweat.

“Shut up!” Kuroo shouted, “If you want to continue as a regular on Nekoma’s team, you need to actually be able to receive the ball!” He then focused back on Tsukishima and patted Bokuto on the back, “He may not look it, but this guy’s one of the top five spikers in the country, so it’ll be great practice.”

Aakashi blandly said, “So he somehow didn’t make it into the top three, huh?” That instantly deflated Bokuto.

Kuroo patted Bokuto on the back in comfort, “Don’t mind.”

“Don’t raise me up just to let me get knocked down!” Bokuto whined at his friend.

The Nekoma captain then turned to Tsukishima with a smirk, “Besides, if you’re a middle blocker, you should be practicing your blocking a bit more.”

That certainly got a reaction out of Tsukishima who just glared at them before marching into the gym. Sakura was still standing outside, more than ready to head back to the manager room to go to sleep. Though it wasn’t like Kuroo was going to let her go that easily. She felt hands suddenly under her arms, lifting her from the ground.

“Come on now, kitten-chan.”

“Hey!” She shouted while being dragged in. Well, it wasn’t really dragged, Kuroo was easily able to pick her off the ground and carry her like a feral cat. “This is kidnapping!” Though he just ignored her with his usual sharp smirk as he brought her inside, to the amusement of everyone else in the gym. Why can’t I just have a normal night, Sakura mentally huffed while giving up on escaping and stopped flailing her legs.

So she was finally let go and left to sit on the sidelines. She had no doubt that if she tried to leave Kuroo or Bokuto would try to chase her down and keep her there. Sakura found their inability to leave her alone annoying. She knew that Bokuto had some weird interest in knowing her due to Sato. Kuroo was a bit more of a mystery to Sakura since she didn’t think she would have interested him at all. Why so many of these guys wanted to keep annoying her at any chance they could, she’ll never know.

She plopped down on the ground, glaring at the boys as they got themselves ready. Akaashi, seeing her displeased expression, came over to her with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about them,” he said with a small bow, “they usually can be a hassle. I figure you’d rather be resting.”

She waved her hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it. I’ll stay for a bit,” she smirked up at him, “there’s nothing wrong with me observing Karasuno’s opponents, right?” Akaashi chuckled lightly at her smug expression before jogging back over to the court. If she was going to be forced to be here by those idiots then she was going to use this time to gather some information. Perhaps they could use it to their advantage if she told Ukai some of her thoughts about these specific players

Bokuto was spiking again and again against Tsukishima. It wasn’t like it was anyway of stopping him. Sakura couldn’t deny that Bokuto was an extremely strong player. His spikes were strong and looked difficult to block. She wouldn’t really know where to start with trying to block his spikes. Sakura watched as Tsukishima was having trouble with blocking it. So from time to time, she would snicker at his failure. Which certainly irked Tsukishima quite a bit.

If all she was going to do here was find his attempts amusing, then why be here at all. While he also found it amusing that she had been forced here, she was getting on his nerves with the subtle comments that she was making about his form.

After missing yet another spike from Bokuto, who cheered at his spike, Tsukishima turned to the smirking girl, “Didn’t you want to go to sleep?”

Sakura rolled her eyes, “I did. Though I didn’t have much of a choice but to come in.” She threw a glare at Kuroo, who just shrugged his shoulders at her.

Tsukishima pursed his lips, “And here I thought you’d have been crying since you can’t follow your brother around like a sad puppy.” That certainly got a reaction out of her, which surprised Tsukishima just a bit. Considering he thought that she had grown some pretty thick skin after all this time. Though there was a spark of insecurity in her eyes that gave him pause only for a moment, just a miniscule moment. However, it was enough of a moment for him to feel just a little bit guilty.

Sakura gnawed at her bottom lip and just stared at him. He really wasn’t letting up, was he? Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Her eyes grew narrowed while her mind started to fill with impulsive thoughts. Though could anyone really blame her if she went over to him and kicked him in the shin? She didn’t think so. However, she was going to be a better person here. So she took a moment to breathe through her nose and out her mouth before giving the boy the harshest glare she could.

“I know what you’re doing,” she stated, “I would appreciate it if you would stop, but knowing your inability to be civil, that isn’t going to happen.” She glared at him, which was returned back at her through his golden eyes, “Just know that you’re not getting anything out of me.”

With that she spun on her heels and marched out of the gym, certainly not going to stick around. She would need to calm down after having been around him for all this time. Why she even stuck around after being dragged in she’ll never know. Sakura could tell herself that it was to watch the other boys and report back to Ukai about what she saw all she wanted. Her insight isn’t really needed to help better the team, so who was she fooling? Either way, going to sleep and forgetting about that jerk was a need for her at the moment.

Though after all this time, she knew that Tsyukishima was trying to get a rise out of her. That was horribly obvious. As she’s figured out in the past, he had been trying to get under her skin in a multitude of ways. Unlike the last time she was bullied, she had stuck up for herself. Though perhaps the fact that she and Shōyō had just made up only a short time before this, it was still a bit raw for her to think about. So she wasn’t going to take this.

Back in the gym, it was still pretty quiet since Sakura had stormed out. Though Tsukishima tried to make it seem like it didn’t bother him at all. Which it didn't, obviously. Though it was still a bit tense around the gym. It was obvious that the other guys were quite disapproving of how disrespectful Tsukishima is to Sakura.

Bokuto shook his head at him, “That was pretty mean, Tsuki-dude.”

Tsukishima tutted, “Don’t call me that.”

“You shouldn’t be rude to people!” The owl captain exclaimed.

However, a cheshire-like smirk crawled onto Kuroo’s lips, “Oh, I see how it is. ” He slid over to the younger boy and gave him a mischievous stare. “This certainly isn’t the right way to get a girl’s attention, you know.”

Tsukishima stared at him blankly, “Huh?”

Kuroo dragged him under his arm as if he were about to tell Tsukishima a secret, “I can give you some advice if you want. It’ll be a lot better than just annoying her you know.”

It took a moment for his mind to process it, but Tsukishima finally understood what Kuroo was implying. His ears grew hot as he scowled, “that’s not what it’s like!”

Kuroo’s smirk didn’t leave his face, “sure, sure.” To Kuroo’s eyes, it was obvious why Tsukishima was being so mean to her. Tsukishima brushed off Kuroo’s arm and scowled before going back to the net. Ah, young love, Kuroo mused to himself.

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So the next morning came, which meant more practice games, and plenty of more penalties for Karasuno. By mid-day, the team was quite exhausted since they were pushing themselves harder than they had yesterday. Just about every boy in the camp was trying to do the best that they could and improve. So Karasuno was losing just as much as they had been yesterday. The only difference being that the scores were a bit closer than before. While they weren’t perfectly in sync yet, they were on their way there.

Sakura talked with Shōyō more than she had in the entire week that they weren’t on talking terms. It seemed like as soon as they made up, Shōyō wanted to make up for lost time and made sure to talk with her when he could. Though there was one difference than usual. He gave her space. Shōyō didn’t interject himself into her conversation with others or ask her to be with him any chance he could. He had understood what she wanted, and wished to show her that. Certainly the progress that both of them wanted.

Eventually, the managers came into the gym with plates of watermelon in their hands, ready to share it with everyone. A well earned break was in order for all the teams. They all sat outside enjoying the sun and delicious watermelon. Sakura helped Yachi out with handing out watermelon before sitting down on the grass alongside the other managers to enjoy a slice herself. It was refreshing, even if she hadn’t been playing at all. She got to know a few of the other managers a bit more from the other schools. Yua had been more than happy with introducing her to them. Thankfully, most of the other girls were completely normal when compared to the likes of Yua or any of the other volleyball idiots. So that was certainly an upside in Sakura’s opinion. She got to know some of the other girls before their break was over.

So Sakura had to go back into the gym and watch the boys continue playing. Which was quite painful since it was just Karasuno getting their ass beat just like the day before. She chatted idly with Yachi and Kiyoko as she observed the boys. They all were improving in their own ways, slowly but surely. Asahi seemed to grow some sort of determination within him, Nishinoya was working on his speed, and even Endo was working on improving. While all of the boys on the team were making some sort of improvement, there was one other thing that she noticed. Tsukishima was too stuck in his own thoughts to really make anything notable of his blocks.

Sakura could see that he was… thinking about something. Debating in his mind, maybe? Having difficulty with something. Though it wasn’t like she cared, right? As long as he was good enough for the team to win games, then why would she care about his inner turmoil? She still certainly hadn’t gotten over what he had said the other night, though she would push that sour feeling away for the time being. She just hoped that he figured out whatever it was that he was having issues with. As much as she’d love to see him have some sort of failure, if that failure affected her brother, she didn’t want to encourage it.

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A/n: So there's that. I'm thinking that in the next few chapters, we're gonna start hitting some developments in Sakura's relationship with Tsukishima. After all, she's getting her relationship with her brother intact and to a point that they are at an understanding, so it's time to focus on some other relationships of hers. I've always wanted to make this a slow, slow burn since I always saw that as a challenge for myself. Back when I first started writing fanfic I got characters into relationships pretty quickly and perhaps a bit unrealistically. So the relationship that Sakura and Tsukishima were going to have was going to be maybe a bit more... realistic? But definitely slow.

Thoughts on the atla live action series? I'm only half way through so I'm saving my full review of it until I get through all the episodes. Though I suppose it could be... worse. I have been sitting on an idea for an atla fanfic and though why not upload it now since there's a live action series now. I uploaded it last week and I'm happy with how it came out. The only thing is that the idea is a bit old so I'm going through my outline for it and refining some of the plot points that I created since I think I'm a bit of a better writer now lol

I've also been writing up quite a few other fanfics. New ones, when I know that I should be writing the ones that I already have in progress. However, these ideas just pop in my head and I can't help myself. However, I'm thinking of changing up how I upload and write fanfics going forward. I already tried it once and it didn't go the way that I wanted, but this time imma stick to it. I want to write out a bunch of chapters so they can go out on an actual schedule. Like one chapter a week, or maybe even one a day. Depends on how many chapters are completely written out. It's a bit of a different process since I'm use to getting feedback from you guys about the chapters as I write them. Though I think this is for the best. Let's just say that I have grow to love quite a few new shows and series and have some fics I want to write. Main one I'm focusing on is a Lost fanfic. Yes, Lost! So hopefully that'll be out.... at some point lol.

Anyway, let me know what you thought of this chapter! Until the next one, my friends!

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berries and cream (part 1)

ateez 9th member.

how sunji spends sunwoo’s birthday, part uno!

im not sure if eric is still in la since he was announced to be on hiatus so i didn’t include him in this just in case. i hope he’s doing better these days :(

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“Jiyu does know what day it is, right?” Sunwoo mumbled, dejected as he reread the message his girlfriend had sent him a few moments prior.

[tiny princess 👑💗] sorry sunnie, kq needs us to come in today!! :(

Peeking at the younger boy’s phone, Hyunjae couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter, blatantly ignoring the look Sunwoo threw at him. Tousling his hair, Hyunjae tried to throw Sunwoo off Jiyu’s trail. “Well, with them trying to reschedule concert dates for their world tour, it makes sense that they’d be busy for the time being.”

Tricked into believing his girlfriend had completely forgotten about his birthday, Sunwoo felt himself deflate. He knew it couldn’t be helped with the line of work they were in, but deep down, he was so excited to spend the day with her and had hoped she would keep the day open.

In reality, it was quite chaotic on Jiyu’s side as she, Mingi, and Hongjoong heaved all the materials they needed from the company car to the secluded spot along the Hangang to initiate Jiyu’s plan.

“I-Is that all?” Mingi asked, taking in gulps of air through his mask. They may all regularly work out, but with the time crunch they were on, they had to work and move things around twice as fast.

Fanning herself, Jiyu tiredly nodded. “Once the others come back with the snacks, we’ll have everything.”

Yes, it took the other six boys to go buy the necessary snacks and drinks on Jiyu’s behalf. With the way they were wandering around the mart to find their designated items, it felt like a mission they would usually receive on a reality show. All that was missing was the little camera they would usually carry around to film themselves.

“Did she specify which berries she wanted?” San asked, browsing through the various fruits on display.

“Didn’t she say blueberries?” Wooyoung mulled, picking up the said fruit container.

“No, she said strawberries...” Yeosang denied, picking up the strawberries container that was right next to the blueberries.

“Are you sure?”

“No, but that’s her favorite fruit.”

Meanwhile, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Jongho were stuck at the convenience store across the Hangang contemplating what snacks to buy for Jiyu’s little birthday set-up.

Jongho eyed the beer cans when they passed by. “She never specified what snacks she wanted, so that gives us free reign, right?”

“No, we’re not getting her or Sunwoo drunk,” Seonghwa instantly denied as he and Yunho scoured the store. “One, it’s dangerous, and second, it’s dangerous.”

Jiyu felt bad that this was all pulled together so last minute and that the boys were sacrificing one of their precious practice days to help her. Since they stayed in LA longer then planned to train, plus the talks with the company to reschedule the Europe dates for their world tour, she and Sunwoo hadn’t been able to meet for months. So, determined to at least celebrate his birthday, Jiyu buckled down one night and planned a small surprise birthday picnic.

W ith the approval and even help of a few company staff and her amazing and precious boys, they were able to gather all the things she needed. Also, a huge thank you to their manager for taking time out of his day to drive them around.

“Do you have the cake?” Hongjoong asked as he and Mingi spread the blanket on the ground.

“Yeah, it’s right here,” she answered, pointing to the box by her feet. “Isn’t it cute? It was a literal blessing in disguise when I saw this design!”

The pastel green cake was sparsely decorated with daisies, and on top of the cake sat an adorable little sun ornament—the selling point for Jiyu. It was a cake practically made for Sunwoo. Hongjoong and Mingi knew it was the one when they saw how her eyes lit up upon first sight.

“I hope Yunho remembered the candle...”

“Speaking of Yunho, they’re back,” Hongjoong announced upon seeing the other six walking towards them with their snack hauls. “...With a lot of fruit.”

"I did tell them just strawberries would be fine...but I guess that works too,” Jiyu chuckled before skipping over to help the trio who were still engaged in their heated debate over who’s fruit purchase was correct.

“I specifically remember her asking for strawberries,” Yeosang defended, looking at the fruit they had purchased. There were four fruit containers in the bag—one strawberry, one blueberry, one raspberry, and one blackberry—courtesy of Wooyoung adamantly stating they should buy all the fruits available at the mart with “berry” at the end of their name.

“Yeah, but you can’t go wrong with variety!” Wooyoung argued back.

“He really went all out,” Jiyu mumbled to San as she took the bags from him.

“He seems more enthusiastic now than he did for your own birthday,” he joked, knowing full well the only reason was because he loved playing cupid. “I hope this one tub of whipped cream is enough by the way.”

“That’s perfect! I brought little glass bowls for the fruits and cream so can you and whoever’s available just set them out for me?”

The theme for the picnic was decided by Jiyu to be “berries and cream”, in honor of the two songs that Sunwoo had released on his birthday this and last year.

“I’m surprised at your willpower for not listening to the song until today,” Jongho came up and poked her cheek while she set the cake on top of the box it came in. Ripping open the candle package, he helped her gently stick four candles into the center of the cake.

This year, since ATEEZ spent some time in the states after their tour, Sunwoo offered to send her the song so she could be one of the firsts to listen to it. But she wanted to have her first listen with him like she did the year before, so she decided to put it off until she could see him.

“Well, our concert stops did help me take my mind off of it for a bit. But I almost caved when ATINYs and Deobis started tagging our account on Twitter and Instagram underneath snippets of the song.”

“Baby Monster, can we call Sunwoo now? Knowing him, he’s probably a kicked puppy thinking you forgot about his birthday, “ Yeosang snickered, envisioning the poor boy piled underneath his comforters and sulking.

“Hyung, where are we going?” Sunwoo asked as Haknyeon and Chanhee dragged him by his arms into their company car that had been parked and waiting outside of their dorm. Five minutes ago, he had been in his room brooding over the fact that Jiyu was busy on his birthday.

While clueless at what had suddenly gotten into everyone, he found himself sandwiched between his two captors. Four, including Hyunjae and their manager in the driver and passenger seat.

Hyunjae twisted around to face the back. “You’ve literally been sulking all day. On your birthday.”

“Okay, but where are we—yah!” As he spoke, his world suddenly went black.

Chanhee had slipped an eye mask over Sunwoo’s eyes, as requested by Jiyu. Holding back laughter at how the boy was frantically trying to process what was happening to him, he reached over to pat his shoulder. “Calm down before someone thinks we kidnapped you.”

“But you are—!”

“You can dish it out with the person in charge of this later.” Hakneyon says, voice wavering at the hilarious scene next to him.

“And who would that be?!” Being the jumpy and scared person he was, poor Sunwoo was about to start throwing punches. Had it not been for Chanhee’s comforting hand laying on his shoulder, he would’ve accidentally smacked Haknyeon into next week.

With his vision obstructed, Sunwoo was blissfully unaware of Hyunjae snapping pictures of his panicked state to send them off to a certain someone. “You’ll figure it out when we get there,” he reassured with a sly smile as he hit “send”.

“We’re going down stairs, so one step at a time, please,” Chanhee warned as the trio slowly descended the stairs, Chanhee holding onto one of Sunwoo’s arm and Haknyeon the other.

Upon arriving, Hyunjae claimed he had to use the restroom before bolting off to find Jiyu. Chanhee and Haknyeon’s last task was to guide Sunwoo, who was still blindfolded, to the designated spot.

“This is scary, can you please just tell me where we’re going?” Sunwoo asked. He trusted his members, but everything happened so suddenly that he hadn’t had time to properly prepare himself for whatever was about to come.

“We’re not abandoning you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Chanhee snorted, hoping that his small joke lightened up Sunwoo’s mood.

“Gee, thanks hyung.”

“Oh, here comes your favorite person,” Haknyeon chuckled as he spotted the familiar girl jogging up to them with Hyunjae in tow. “Your boyfriend’s about to pee his pants from fear!” he called out to her once she was within earshot.

Meanwhile, Sunwoo’s brain was working overtime to piece together what was happening. ‘Boyfriend? Jiyu? But she was busy today—’

“I was kind of joking about the blindfold, I can’t believe you went with it!” a familiar, melodious laughter filled his ears.

Hearing the voice that he’s been wishing to hear all day melted his fears and worries away. He relaxed in Chanhee’s and Haknyeon’s hold and allowed a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding out.

“All right, your boyfriend’s been delivered as instructed so we’ll let you take it from here,” Chanhee said, tone playful and mischievous as he handed the boy in his clutch over to Jiyu.

“All right then, just give us a call whenever you’re both done and we’ll come get him! And keep it PG!” With those cryptic parting words from Hyunjae, the trio quickly left to give the couple their alone time.

Once it was just them, Jiyu peeked up to Sunwoo and broke out into giggles. With the blindfold and the mask, every part of Sunwoo’s face was basically covered. “Sorry love, you must’ve been taken aback,” she cooed, reaching up to gently take the sleeping mask away from his eyes.

Blinking multiple times for his eyes to adjust to the sunlight, his bewildered gaze finally settled on Jiyu and he brought her into his arms for a tight embrace.

“What are you doing here?” he mumbled into her hair. The dejected feelings that had been clouding his heart and mind dissipated when her body touched his. It had been a rough few months without her physically beside him. He had missed this. He missed her.

She wrapped her arms around him in return and drawing random, mindless patterns on his back. “Did you miss me?” she softly asked.

“Do I even need to answer that question?”

He felt her chest rumble with small laughter. “Aww, you won’t admit it? I was going to say I missed you, too.”

She felt happiness course through her veins when she felt his arms tighten around her and heard the deep timbre of his voice mumbling the words that she’s heard countless times over the phone, but she wished to hear in person.

“I missed, you lovebug.”

“I missed you, too. Happy birthday, my love.”

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cherriesolo · 1 year

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ⓘ BASICS ¡!

STAGE NAME - cherrie.

BIRTH NAME - lee jiwon.

NICKNAMES - jiji, won, cherrie pie, nation's princess

BIRTHDAY - march 10th, 1997.

PLACE OF BIRTH - busan, south korea.

ETHNICITY - korean.

NATIONALITY - korean.

LANGUAGES - korean, english (fluent), japanese (conversational), chinese (conversational). filo (learning)

ⓘ PHYSIQUE ¡!

FACE CLAIM - son naeun.

HEIGHT - 5'5.

BLOOD TYPE - O+.

ⓘ CAREER ¡!

OCCUPATION - idol.

LABEL - oath media.

POSITION - soloist.

TRAINING - 7 months.

DEBUT - september 14th, 2015.

ⓘ FAMILY ¡!

MOTHER - park minyoung, 1970.

FATHER - lee woojin, 1970.

BROTHER - lee jimin, 1994.

SISTER - lee jihyun, 2000.

ⓘ PERSONALITY ¡!

MBTI - intp.

NEGATIVE - struggles to say no to people she loves and trusts, struggles to trust new people, shows her emotions easily, overly-senstive.

POSITIVE - hardworking, creative, always willing to learn something new, accepts her wrongdoings and will apologise, determined.

ⓘ HISTORY ¡!

lee jiwon was born to a wealthy family. her father is the ceo of numerous hotels scattered around south korea and her mother is the ceo of a large pharmaceutical company. her older brother is an actor, with his most noteable role being ahn minhyuck in strong girl bongsoon. he is also said to be rumoured to be dating red velvet's irene. her younger sister is a college student and famous vlogger.

her childhood was filled with boring dinners at expensive restaurants which were filled with business talk and staying at home with the lee family nanny, whilst her parents worked all day and night. it was her nanny that urged her to follow her dreams of being an idol, helping her learn dance moves to her favourite kpop songs at the time and being her fan whenever jiwon performed what she had learnt.

after months of begging her mostly absent parents, they agreed for jiwon to go to dance class where she quickly became praised for her looks more than her dancing. it caused jiwon to become more determined to show people that she was more than a pretty face, that her being good-looking was just an added bonus.

jiwon auditioned for multiple companies, being accepted into only three of the seven. in the end, oath media won her over with the message they were trying to send out.

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sweetlyocs · 1 year

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We Just Chillin’ - 7illin’ in the DREAM ep 1

synopsis: the first episode of 7illin’ from Phoenix’s point of view

note: each episode will have it’s own story! this is kinda how i envisioned her in the dynamics and fingers crossed it follows each episode right...

warnings: none, zilch, nada

The sound of gravel crunching was lost between the breeze and the sound of laughter building down the road. Jeno turned his head back as he watched Somin pull out her phone taking photos of their surroundings, smiling brightly under his mask as she directed to camera to him then reaching out to grab his hand the two continued the short walk together.

The sounds of Haechan and Chenle at the hoop welcoming them, after saying a quick hello, Somin scurried off to sit with Renjun in the shade, almost collapsing onto the boy as he whined from getting knocked. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to just breathe, feeling all the stress and anxiety her body had been holding beginning to disperse at the touch of the warm breeze and the sounds of her friends being carefree. Without noticing the time passing, Somin suddenly felt a weight rest over her legs as Jaemin wiggled onto the couch, squinting her eyes open she patted his chest before shoving his legs off her as she skipped towards Mark, clinging onto the blue haired Canadian. The two having not seen each other from conflicting schedules, he squeezed her shoulder as he led the two of them around outside as he was taking everything in.

As her eyes adjusted to the inside of the house she couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the interior. Unbeknownst to her, Mark and Jeno’s eyes met and they shared a look as the girl darted out from the elders grasp and began exploring her surroundings.

“Wow.. this is like what my dream house used to look like,” Turning his head, Haechan laughed at her, “Is it still your dream house because you have all of Dream here with you?” “Yuck, no, my dream house has a no Haechan rule”

Somin quickly ran upstairs to avoid the dramatic smack that was headed her way, the laughter followed her up the stairs as they continued to explore.

As they sat together, Somin moved behind Haechan as they began to settle down, grabbing a pillow she crossed her legs as she drifted off to sleep already,

“-o, Phoenix should decide where she sleeps first!” “Yah! You’re only saying that because there are camera’s” “Pfft no I’m not” “You shove her off the couch at the dorm all the time be quiet” “Somin-ah, are you fine if we decide by playing sciss-” “I could honestly care less, as long as Jeno is in the house I’m fine with whatever” “Hey!”

Laughing at her response the group began their game, Chenle shifting slightly as he felt her head rest on his back taking note as how her breathing became more spaced out despite the chaos ensuing.

As everyone sulked in their own way after deciding rooms, Somin caught Haechan pulling open her bag as he began opening it much to her dismay.

‘You brought so much stuff..” “I’m a girl I require more things” She responded shrugging her shoulders,

“Okay! Lets see, we have masks, lotion, more lotion,” “Why do you have so many?” “Because one is just normal and the other one is like a perfume one, I layer it” “Ahhh it makes sense,”

“Oh sheet mask! Charger, battery, a book?” Laughing at his confusion she grabbed the book, “What is it?” Chenle reached over to open it as she smiled at Jisung, “It’s called The Art of War, it’s a present that I got from Jaehyun oppa when we were talking about my degree” Nodding they watched Haechan continue to dig through the bag, the group quiet as he pulled out a single polaroid in a id case, he shifted his eyes to meet hers before putting it back in the bag, “And that is it, everyone clap!”

After everyone had left to do their own thing, Somin went off to grab her book as she sat outside on the balcony, listening to the laughter and mumbled sounds of conversations. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to her dad as she leaned back to take in the scenery. This is exactly what she needed.

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Captive Patient

A/N: Heavy Price-involved chapter! Took me a bit longer to write because it's a bit longer and because I wanted to get it right. Sorry for the wait! But, hope you enjoy. :)

Warnings: Vague SA mentions, illness, some crass language, so much fluff.

Word Count: 4.6k

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Shopping with Price is different than shopping with Simon.

With Simon, it’s all quick jabs and taking the piss with each other down every aisle. We were even scolded by the manager once when I sent a pack of jerky shooting towards his head with deadly accuracy. A single look from Simon had them scurrying away and I couldn’t stop giggling for two straight minutes.

It’s just…easy with Price.

“Grab the gnocchi for me?” I ask, pointing up at the item while I crouch and reach back to gather chicken stock on the bottom shelf.

“The what?” Price looks directly at the package with furrowed brows.

A smile pulls on my lips as I place my things in the cart before walking over to him. “Gnocchi? Just there.” I tap the bottom of the shelf and he reaches up to get it for me as he looks it over.

“The hell is it?” He asks and I chuckle, gently taking it from his hands and putting it in the cart as he looks at me.

“Like…dumplings? Little, pillowy potato bites. Never had them before, I take it?” I ask with amusement in my voice as he shakes his head, following me as we walk down the aisle again.

“Can’t say that I have. What do you do with them?”

“Other than eat them?” I tease, smirking as he gives me a look.

“I mean, how do you cook them?” He corrects and keeps pushing the cart as I grab a few things, add them to the cart, then slide back into place with him beside me. He coughs again, covering his mouth with his elbow while I listen closely. It’s a wet cough. Maybe he has some congestion dripping down the back of his throat?

I focus back on the conversation. “Hm, well, this time I’m making a sort of twist on chicken pot pie. Same ingredients go in one big pot and it simmers for a few hours, then you’re done.” I explain, unconsciously making hand gestures for the pot, stirring, and so on. There’s still a slight furrow to Price’s brow when I look back at him.

“Why not just make chicken pot pie?”

“It’s supposed to be easier.”

“But aren’t you missing the crust?”

“The gnocchi take the place of the crust.”

“The crust is the best part.”

I shake my head amusedly at his insistence, and slide in front of the cart as I gather a few things. “Look, I’m making it today. Why don’t you come try it yourself?” My hands freeze as I hold a package of chicken, my eyes not even seeing the price as I replay what I just said. This is the problem with things being so easy. I’m usually a bit more careful, a bit more on my guard, but like this…I say things without considering them first. But Price responds before I can take the words back.

“Alright.” He agrees and my eyes snap to his. Those pretty eyes crinkle as he nods, leaning against the cart. “And I’ll make you a real chicken pot pie this week. We’ll compare.” His smirk grows as I realize that I’m staring and I quickly shove the chicken into the cart before pushing it forward a bit.

“You cook?” I ask, struggling to keep my mind from spinning and my body catching on fire.

“Occasionally. I don’t set toast on fire like Johnny.” He chuckles and I relax at the sound, the tension fading from my shoulders as he moves back to my side. “I’ve taught myself a few things over the years. Pot pie was my mother’s favorite, so I taught myself how to make it.” That catches my attention and I can’t think about anything at all when he speaks in that soft, gruff tone.

“You made it for her?” I draw the obvious conclusion and he shrugs a shoulder, half-grinning.

“Tried to. She nearly spat it out the first time I tried. She, ah, she wasn’t the type of woman to hold back her opinions.” He recalls fondly and his eyes look off for a moment as if reliving the moment. My lips press together as I try to hide my smile as he looks back at me with a slightly sheepish grin. “But I got better.”

“Mm, I’d hope so.” I tease and take in the warmth in his eyes like a reptile in the sun before we move on.

* * *

It’s easy enough to sneak a few things into my cart that he doesn’t notice. I don’t have to ask him to help me take my groceries up to my flat, and its child’s play to get him to sit on my couch for a few moments under the guise of waiting for a cup of tea. He sits and I note how tired he seems when he thinks I’m not looking. He leans against the back of the couch with a heavy sigh. His eyes shut while his hands slide over his thighs and I try not to get too distracted by him as he spreads his legs to get comfortable.

Quickly, I grab the secret things I got from the store and set each in front of him on my coffee table. His eyes open, looking at me while his brows furrow. “Drink one of these.” I point to the bottled water and a glass filled with a golden liquid. (Electrolytes, lemon-flavored.) “Then we’ll wait a few minutes until I can take your temperature. If it’s higher than I like, then I’m keeping you here until it goes down.” It’s very clear that nothing I’m saying is a suggestion.

Price blinks at me. “What?”

I set my hands on my hips, fingers drumming over my hipbones. “You’re sick. You’re coughing, you’re feverish, you’re taking more deep breaths than usual as if you’re having trouble getting enough air. It’s also obvious that you’re exhausted and I’d guess you’re not sleeping either because of congestion or hot and cold flashes at night.” I look pointedly to the drinks I set in front of him and he slowly leans forward to take the water bottle, but doesn’t drink it just yet.

His eyes narrow at me. “So you decided to back me into a corner with the promise of a home cooked meal?” Surprise pulls his brows up, but there’s amusement and something almost like pride in his eyes.

I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down. “Yes. Blame yourself. You told me that you’re insufferable when you’re sick, so I took things into my own hands by making a tactical move.”

He can’t keep himself from smiling now and my stance softens just a touch at the sound of his soft laugh. “Damn. I’ll remember that when considering undercover missions for the team.” He leans toward me with his elbows on his knees, head tilted up at me. My fingers flex against my arms as I see him in this position and I beg my mind to pull itself together. “But I’m fine. No need to go to any trouble.” A particularly bad cough chooses this moment to rattle his chest and I give him a pointed look once he’s finished hacking his lungs up. He returns the look with all the innocence in the world.

“Right. Let’s test that theory.” I pick up the thermometer and hold it out to him, raising a brow when he doesn’t take it. “There are many ways to take your temperature, Captain. Either let me take it willingly or I will shove this up your ass.” There isn’t a hint of hesitation in my voice and Price’s eyes widen a touch. His jaw flexes as he thinks it over before sighing and accepting the thermometer.

“Starting to feel bad for the boys if this is the treatment they got when they needed fixin’ up.” He grumbles as he slides the thermometer under his tongue with the end sticking out between his lips. It’s almost like a poor imitation of his cigars.

“I only treat my stubborn patients this way. If you’re good, then I’ll be sweet as sugar.” I glance at the clock, noting the time so I can be sure he keeps it in long enough for the reading to be accurate.

“Bet you would be.” The words are barely spoken under his breath, but my eyes snap to his immediately. Tension stretches taught as a rubber band between us and my body goes hot as he shifts slightly in place on the couch.

“What was that?” I whisper, frozen in place as I wait for his answer.

“Said I’ll try to be good then.” He responds gruffly and our eyes are locked on one another’s before the thermometer beeps, startling us both. A deep breath vanishes down my throat as I steady myself. I lean forward and slip the thermometer from between his lips, not meeting his eyes now as my hand skims his cheek. My thoughts narrow as I see the digital numbers flashing up at me.

“101. Low-grade fever. Still insisting you’re not sick?” I shoot Price a scolding look while he huffs. I pull away and clean the thermometer and put it away while gathering a few other things. It helps to get a little distance from Price anyway. “Alright.” I walk back to him and press pills into his hand. “Take these and drink as much as you can. Rest. I’ll work on the dinner I promised.”

Price looks utterly dissatisfied. “You want me to sit here while you cook? That’d make me a poor guest.”

I smile and hum in amusement. “But a good patient. You can come sit at the counter, but I’m not having you do much until that fever is down.”

He stands up, shaking his head. “I feel fine—"

“John.” I use my firm voice, holding his gaze without flinching as I place a hand on his chest. We hold that position for a moment, neither of us backing down while I think about the best way to handle him. My stance softens and I sigh softly, leaning into him a bit so my hand pushes against his chest just enough to drive my point home. “You trust me to take care of our team, you trust my advice on missions, now I’m asking you to trust me enough to let me take care of you. Let me.” My fingers tap lightly over his heart and mine beats faster at the vulnerability of asking him for something. Especially since I’m asking for his trust.

His jaw flexes a moment before he sighs, a smile pulling on his lips as his hand slides over mine on his chest. “Fine, sugar. You got me.” He agrees at last and I swallow at the sound of his soft, deep voice as he surrenders.

“Thank you. Now, where do you want to sit?” I raise a brow, seeing if he actually meant what he said.

He shakes his head slightly as if he can’t believe himself. “The counter. I’ll lend moral support.”

I grin, tapping his chest twice before reluctantly sliding my hand off him. “Good. That’s the most important kind.” He chuckles and grabs the drinks I bought him before settling on a stool at the counter while I walk around it to start cooking.

“Think I’d take air support over moral support.” He comments and I chuckle as I get everything out.

“You think so? You’d take a chopper over having the team at your back?” I challenge with a smirk as I get out two cutting boards and knives before organizing what needs to be done. He gives me a look, but can’t keep the smile off his face.

“Touche.” He allows and amusement flits through me. Conversation continues to be easy and John actually behaves well enough after I give him a job. (Cutting vegetables for the soup.) We eat together and it takes me a few minutes to settle as we both sit together and eat. It’s been a long time since I’ve done something so mundane and while I’ve eaten here with Simon, everything with John feels different.

His gaze follows me around the room and the weight is comfortable, soothing, and the very fact that I like it makes me nervous. The only thing that keeps me steady is the fact that he still needs care because he’s sick. It starts getting later and later, but the only thing that I’ve managed to help is his congestion. At least he can breathe a little easier.

I’m curled up in a ball on the opposite end of the couch as I debate making him stay, hating the idea of sending him home to his empty flat. Especially since I know he won’t call me if things get worse. My mouth opens to at least start the conversation, but before I can get a word out, a soft snore fills the room. I glance over at Price with wide eyes to find his head tilted back on the couch cushions, fast asleep. My lips press together to keep in a giggle as I relax back into place.

His position isn’t putting too much strain on any part of his body and if he’s fallen asleep so easily, he really must’ve been having trouble recently with the dripping down the back of his throat. I’ll let him sleep like this a while, then move him to the guest room a little later. I find myself watching him. He looks utterly relaxed slumped on my couch, hands still resting on his spread thighs as soft, rumbling snores leave his lips and each one makes me smile. What’s truly surprising is how comfortable I am having him here. The last time I had a man in here was…a very long time ago. A one-night stand to scratch an itch. Then, more recently, I’ve started having Simon here.

Simon was a bit easier because we have an understanding. Scars that neither of us have voiced, but that we both can see. Scars that are shared. It’s been a give and take of trust with us, always keeping things even, keeping each other steady until we relaxed into friendship. I’d let him into my apartment for barely five minutes the first time since he was the one who invited me to tea. A fair exchange. Then he let me into his place for longer, then I did the same, until we spent hours with each other and found we no longer needed to keep score.

With John…he’s already given me more than I could ever repay. He let me on the team, provided a place for me to fit in, a job to focus on, and provided me with friends within that job, people I could trust and depend on. That’s why it’s so easy for me to find myself off-balance with him. He’s given me so much so freely and only expects me to carry my own weight. Maybe that’s how normal people are supposed to interact and I’m just fucked up, but whatever.

Gently, I ease myself onto my feet and turn the tv off. “John.” My voice is soft as I move close, but don’t touch him just yet. “Hey, John. Come on, I’ve got to move you or else you’ll regret it in the morning.” My foot nudges his boot and he sighs heavily, shifting in place.

“Hmph.” He makes a disgruntled noise and I can’t help giggling. That’s what entices him to crack one eye open. “Am I dreamin’?” His voice is low and gruff and sends warmth seeping through my body.

“Are your dreams the only place you make women laugh?” I tease, leaning forward and taking his hand in mine along with wrapping my other around his bicep. “Come on, I’m getting you to bed.” Slowly, I heave him onto his feet and grunt as I duck under his arm, the heat of his body searing my side as we shuffle towards my guest room.

“Don’t often get to hear your laugh.” He mutters, his eyes only half open as I struggle to guide him around my furniture. “Such a damn pretty sound.” My body is boiling from heat and I’m not sure whether it’s because of embarrassment or pleasure.

“You should tell me more jokes if you want to hear me laugh.” It’s the only thing I can think to say and the warmth gathering in my stomach isn’t helped by the soft chuckle he gives me.

“Not much good at jokes, but I’ll keep that in mind, sugar.” He nods once and a tingle slides down my spine at the little nickname. I wonder if it’ll stick. “Wait.” We reach the doorway to my guestroom and Price reaches out, catching the doorframe with his hand while the arm I have a hold of tightens around me. He blinks a few times and I see him trying to wake up. I can’t imagine how deeply he must’ve been sleeping to have this much trouble. On missions, he’s up and ready to go in seconds, has to be.

“Don’t start thinking now.” I tease lightly and keep gently tugging him forward. Tired eyes meet mine as he lets me. “You’re in my flat, I’m putting you in my guest room because it’s late and I don’t trust you to take care of yourself.” I explain as much as is needed and finally sit him down on the bed. He allows it with a heavy sigh and rubs a hand over his face.

“Sorry for falling asleep on you.” He shakes his head at himself and I smile softly, wondering if his despondency is due to thinking of how his mother that he’d cooked for would think him a bad guest.

“I wanted you to sleep.” I step closer and press the back of my hand to his forehead. The only light in this room comes from the lamp still on in the living room, the warm light spilling across the bed like a shard of amber. It catches Price’s eyes just right and leaves them half a clear blue, and the other half shadowed like a stormy sea. I nearly forget what I’m doing as I stare into them. “You…you still have a fever. I’ll check in the morning, but for now, some more rest will do you good.” My other hand rests lightly on his shoulder and I don’t realize until after I move away that it wasn’t for any reason. I just wanted to touch him.

The thought makes me flustered as I swallow. “I think I have something you can wear, if you’d like.”

Price raises a brow at me. “Don’t think anything you have would fit me.” He presses the toe of his boots against the heel as he slips them off.

I give him a look, though I’m glad he’s not putting up a fight about staying here. “Wasn’t planning on giving you my clothes. I think there are some men’s clothes still shoved in the back of one of my drawers from an old boyfriend.” Mentally, I look through my drawers and try to pinpoint where I left them.

“Hm. No, thank you, sugar.” He shakes his head and I focus on him again. “Don’t usually sleep in much anyway.” I blink a few times before quickly nodding.

“Right. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right back.” My feet carry me to the bathroom and I flick on the light, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it with cold water. I wring it out in the sink and purposefully don’t look at myself in the mirror as I walk out. I don’t need to think about what I’m doing and I’m afraid if I meet my gaze, I’ll start reading into all the thoughts spinning around in my head.

Next, I grab two bottles of water and head back into the room, nearly tripping when I see Price’s shirt and pants slung neatly over the end of the bed. His socks are also tucked into his boots just under the cuff of his folded pants. My steps slow and I curse myself for being an idiot as I set the bottled waters on the bedside table. It’s not like I haven’t seen him shirtless before. I’ve seen every member of our team stripped down to their underwear when we had to cross a freezing river in the mountains. Not to mention I’ve treated their cuts and scrapes, Price least of all, but enough to see most of him.

But this is different. This isn’t in the field with the team or on base with half a dozen nurses around. We’re alone in my home with no one to watch or check in. It’s just us.

Price coughing brings my head swinging back towards him and I frown, sitting on the edge of the bed as the coughs ease. “Your throat raw from coughing?” I ask as he sighs, nodding as he leans his head back against the headboard. “I have something for that, hold on.” My hands gingerly lay the folded, cool cloth over his forehead before I get up and come back again with cough syrup.

“That looks like it’s going to taste great.” He grumbles as he peeks at it and I sit back on the bed beside him with my hip pressed against his thigh. He’s pulled the blankets up a little past his hips so we’re…relatively decent.

I smirk and pour the thick, molasses-type liquid into the cap before holding it out to him. “Better than whiskey.”

“Hmph, bite your tongue.” But he takes it anyway, grimacing as it slides down his throat and he hands me back the cap. I screw it back on and set the container next to his waters which he instantly chugs half of to try to get the sickly-sweet medicine taste out of his mouth.

“Alright, I’ll leave you alone for the night.” I say softly, meeting his gaze as I think of anything else I can do. “Come get me if things get worse. I mean it.” I shoot daggers at him with my eyes and he only smiles warmly, nodding in acceptance.

“Yes, ma’am.” He agrees and I’m about to get up when I feel the pads of his fingers brush mine on the bed. “Thank you for this.” His gaze holds mine and I freeze as his fingertips ever so lightly slide up and down each of my fingers. “Been a long time since I let someone take care of me. Longer still since someone wanted to.”

“It’s…my job.” I reply and the words taste like a lie.

His fingers pause for a moment, then he continues with a slow nod. “If you’d like to think that, then that’s fine. I won’t push and your standing with the team and with me won’t change. I’ve never lied to you and I hope you can trust me that much.” My brows furrow and I nod. I’ve trusted him with my life and with knowing more about me than nearly anyone else. I trust him not to lie to me. His eyes still haven’t wavered from mine and I’m comfortably caught in them, his words only half-sinking in for now. “But I’m not here because you’re my medic. And I don’t think you’re lettin’ me touch you like this because I’m your Captain.” The words are gentle, wrapped in the warmth of his rumbling voice, but the actual sentiment is blunt.

I blink a few times, keeping my body absolutely still. John is patient and his fingers don’t stop moving against mine. Thoughts whirl through my head, most tinged with panic, but Price is still here, still steady, still keeping his eyes on me as if ready to talk me down or let me run out of here. He’s not saying this like it’s a problem. He’s saying this like he’s trying to break the news to me, as if I don’t already know, as if I haven’t been fiendishly ignoring every little flutter of warmth his every word or gesture gives me.

I finally move, reaching up and pressing my fingers to my temple as I try to think. “It sounds like you have something you want to do about that.” I say softly, feeling like we’re encased in a little bubble here and speaking too loudly will break it.

He quirks a brow at me, surprise in his eyes. “We could start with a date.”

Now it’s my turn to be surprised. “A date.” I repeat, my fingers curling just a touch towards his as he keeps petting mine.

“Mmhmm.” He hums a confirmation with his head tilting just slightly as he watches my reaction. It’s clearly not what he thought it would be.

“You want to take me on a date?”

“Yes, sugar.”

“You realize what a bad fucking idea that is?” My voice is still hushed, my brows furrowed with confusion while Price keeps watching me with that steady gaze. “Forget the headache it would be on base, the gossip, the paperwork, possibly screwing with team dynamics, but you’ve read my file.” My voice shakes, but I don’t break away from John’s gaze. I’ve never hidden myself from him before and I’m not about to start now. “You realize what a nightmare it would be to try and date me? Do anything like that with me?” My words are a warning, bright red and flashing.

“I understand.” He says levelly and glances down to our hands for just a moment. “But I’m used to nightmares, sugar. I’d be glad if you’d let me tackle yours by your side.” His eyes lift to mine and if there was any doubt that he was earnest, the sincerity in his gaze immediately puts them at ease. I bite down hard on my bottom lip as I try to use the dull pain to keep the tears stinging the back of my eyes at bay. “But you don’t have to answer now. Sleep on it.”

“I have limits and boundaries that I don’t even know about yet. Things…wouldn’t be easy. Do you really want to navigate landmines in your personal life and your professional life?” I push anyway, needing his answer if I’m even going to consider this. I need him to know what he’s asking for.

“I understand.” He repeats, his fingers still moving soft and sweet against mine. “Yes, I do.” My next breath is a little shaky as I take in his words and the certainty in which he says them.

“You should sleep.” I say quietly, shifting closer as I flip the cool towel on his forehead and don’t resist the temptation to let my fingers linger. My hand rests against the side of his face, my thumb brushing over his cheek while his hot skin brands me. “Ask me again tomorrow.” His eyes scan my face as he nods, agreeing. Neither of us says anything else as he gets comfortable in bed and I slip out into my own room, curling up underneath my blankets.

For a while, I lay there while my mind swirls. The tears come next and my sobs are quick and quiet as I try to wrap my mind around what John is saying. He wants me. He wants to try. He’s willing to face my nightmares and stay. When I eventually fall asleep with tears smeared over my cheeks, there’s a small, hopeful smile on my face.

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