#hopefully they can work on that dance spin…maybe a different position would work better?

[incorrectfigureskatingopinions]

incredible speed and ice coverage, love the lift positions

#was a little surprised they didn’t use the coda from the black swan pas de deux with those costumes #hopefully they can work on that dance spin…maybe a different position would work better? #katerina mrazekova #daniel mrazek #figure skating #ice dance #skate america 2023

[emmyhem]

it’s about time (l.r.h)

a/n: hi again! first of all i want to say thank you for the support on “seven things” it means the world. secondly, my requests are open and i’d be happy to write something for you. this is a jealous bff!luke imagine i wanted to get up this weekend, i didn’t do a very thorough edit before posting so hopefully there aren’t any typos. i am working on the request for a lashton x reader love triangle piece right now and will hopefully have it up by monday or tuesday. thank you, i hope you enjoy - emmy :) 

pairing: luke hemmings x reader 

summary: being best friends with the guy you’re in love with is extremely taxing especially when you have to watch him be with another girl all night. just when you’ve finally had enough of waiting around for him he ruins your plans for moving on. 

warnings: alcohol, using alcohol as a coping mechanism, slight angst, jealous luke, mentions of throwing up, cursing, luke’s a bit of an asshole. 

word count: 3.3k

“God, could they get a room?” you scoffed leaning into Calum as you watched your best friend practically eat his date’s face from across the club. 

“Jealous are we y/n?” Calum laughed slinging an arm over your shoulder. 

“No, just utterly disgusted.” you said before slamming back your fourth shot of tequila.

 That was a lie, you were jealous. You were so insanely jealous that you could scream. 

Luke had met his date, Hannah at the studio last week. She was new, working at the front desk. She had caught Luke’s eye the second she walked in the room with a bright confident smile, and a flirty look in her eye. Luke had asked her out the next day and was practically giddy when she accepted. 

And that’s how they ended up in the corner of the club, Luke’s hands tangled in her hair, and her tongue down his throat. All the while you were trying to not look bitter, and distracting yourself with one too many drinks. 

It wasn’t a new routine. You couldn’t count how many times you’ve had to sit back and watch a girl way prettier than you, be in the exact position that you would quite literally die to be in, with your best friend of 4 years. And somehow it seemed to hurt more each time, which meant more drinks for you. 

As you felt the familiar and comforting burn of your fifth shot of the night slide down your throat Calum shot you a knowing look. 

“Maybe you should slow down there, kid.” 

You rolled your eyes and took his Corona from his hands using it as a chaser. 

“Corona girl?” you heard from behind you. When you turn, your eyes meet a pretty pair of green ones (you still preferred Luke’s blue, but what the hell). 

“Tequila girl.” you clarified. 

“Respect.” the man said, extending a strong tattooed hand. “I’m Austin.” 

“Y/n” you said, shaking his hand. You glanced over your shoulder at Calum who was now engaged in a conversation with Mikey and Ashton beside you. 

“Pretty name, pretty girl.” he smirked. “So, can I get you a tequila?” 

You giggled, happy for a distraction from Luke.

“You can get me a margarita, on the rocks.” 

“Deal.” 

The two of you chatted as you sipped on your drink, mind getting hazier with each sip. And you don’t know if it was the alcohol or your determination to get Luke off your mind but Austin was really, really hot. 

“Do you wanna dance with me?” you asked before you had a chance to convince yourself otherwise. You were never really a dance in public kind of girl, normally the closest you got to showing your moves on the dancefloor was Just Dance in Luke’s living room. 

“Absolutely.” Austin replied, sliding an arm around your waist to lead you to the dancefloor. 

The bass beat shook the floor as the two of you made your way to the middle of the club. As you stopped you realized you had absolutely no idea what to do. You never did stuff like this. You can’t even remember the last time you went on a date, let alone danced to sleazy house music with a stunning stranger. You glanced around you hoping to follow the lead of the more experienced dancers around you.

 A redhead to your right swung her hips, inching closer to her partner's body with each movement until she was pressed directly to his chest. 

“Seems like a good place to start” you mumbled to yourself. 

The second your hips were in movement Austin’s hands gripped them strongly guiding your movements closer and closer to him. As the beat built and your movements slowed to a teasingly slow pace his grip tightened causing your tight white dress to bunch up on your thighs. 

With the alcohol in your bloodstream and Austin’s breath on the back of your neck you nearly forgot about Luke and your perpetual sadness, that is until you locked eyes with him from across the room. 

Hannah was tucked under his arm sipping on her drink, but his gaze was locked on you, he had an unrecognizable look on his face, and a jaw clenched so hard you feared he would break his teeth. 

You took him staring as the perfect opportunity to spin around, inches away from Austin’s face looking up at him through your lashes. His pupils were blown a bit, eyes filled with lust. He was practically breathing into your mouth. You will yourself to just kiss him. It’s not like you were Luke’s girl you thought, so you started to lean in. 

As Austin placed his hand on the back of your neck you felt someone grab your arm tugging you out of Austin’s grip. 

“Y/n”  Luke appeared next to you.

“Is there a problem man?” Austin said grabbing one of your hands. 

Luke rolled his eyes with a sly grin on his face, “Cal wants to talk to you.” he said to you not breaking eye contact with the pissed off guy in front of you. 

“I’m a bit busy.” you said annoyance brewing in you as you ripped your arm out of Luke’s hand. “Can it wait?” 

“Nope, said it was important.” he said nonchalantly “Better go find him.” 

You internally groaned, “I’ll be right back.” you said leaning in to peck Austin’s cheek. 

“Y/n, C’mon!” Luke shouted over the music. 

“Fine!” you groaned leaving Luke and Austin behind you as you scanned the bar for Calum. 

After searching for a few minutes you saw him in a booth with Ashton, and Michael talking and laughing. 

“Calum,” you called. He glanced up at you waving a hand above his hand. You slid into the booth next to him, your patience growing thin. 

“What is it?” you said. 

“What?” he said, confusion spreading across his face. 

“Luke said you needed to talk to me, what’s up?” 

Calum’s eyebrows tugged together glancing at the other guys. 

“I haven’t talked to Luke since we got here.” 

You rolled your eyes and turned to the corner across the room where Luke had Hannah pressed up against the wall. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you said out loud, rubbing your temple in frustration. 

Ashton gave you a sympathetic smile and glanced at Michael who was practically sleeping on Cal’s shoulder. 

“Maybe we should head out.” he said motioning to the drunk mess that was the three of you. 

“No” Calum whined, dragging out the oh sound. “y/n was about to get some.” he teased poking your side. 

“Just take him home, y/n/n.” Michael groaned, not even opening his eyes. 

You pondered the idea, you never did stuff like this. But Austin was hot, and Luke was preoccupied. To say the least.

“I could take him home.” you say aloud trying to convince yourself. 

“Then do it.” Calum challenged. 

“I will.” you stated proudly. “You guys get Luke. Ash, you get the uber, and Austin and I will meet you at the door. “ you gave a quick nod to the boys and went to get Austin. 

Austin stood exactly where you left him on the dance floor. 

“Thank god you’re back. I-“ 

Before he had a chance to finish, you crashed your lips onto his. He quickly fell into the kiss moving his hand to the small of you back. Before it went any further you pulled apart about an inch, and spoke into his mouth, 

“Come back to my apartment?” 

“Absolutely.” he said an excited smile growing on his face.

When the two of you made it to where your group was struggling to stand by the door Luke pulled apart from Hannah, looking Austin up and down. His eyes stopping where your hands were interlocked. 

“Love, a word?” he slurred, nodding his head away from the group. 

You walked with him just outside the door. 

“What’s up?” 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean with this guy, what are you doing with him?” 

“Um, taking him home with me?” you said confused. 

“You can’t do that.” 

“Who says?” anger began building as you looked up at him. 

“Uh, me I guess. You know nothing about him.” 

This caused you to scoff, a laugh passing your lips, “And you do a background check on every girl you take home with you?” 

“That’s different,” he alleged. 

“And how’s that?” your patience was growing thin, and you could feel this conversation sobering you up. 

“I don’t know y/n, you're just not one night stand material.” 

Okay, ouch. Tears began to prick at your waterline. 

“Go to hell.” you breathed, pushing past him. 

“No, y/n/n. You know that’s not what I meant. C’mon love, hey I’m sorry.” he called after you. 

As you approached the group, holding back tears, you took a glance at Austin in front of you and realized that no matter how hot he was you really didn’t even want this. How could you when you were head over heels in love with your asshole of a best friend.

 But it was too late now, you would do it. Even if it was wrong. Even if you didn’t want to. Even if it was just to spite Luke. 

“Ready to head out?” you questioned aloud, swallowing your hurt. 

“Yep, uber just got here.” Ashton confirmed, guiding a hammered Calum and Michael out the door. 

You all climbed into the Uber X Ashton had ordered, Luke, Hannah, and Calum in the back, Ashton in the passenger seat, and Michael, Austin, and you in the middle. 

As you pulled away from the club, Ashton spoke over the light music coming from the car radio and gave the driver Luke’s address. The group had made plans to all spend the night at Luke’s, like you typically did after a night out. 

“We have one more stop actually” you choked out, feeling Austin lean into you, lips attaching to your neck. 

You gave the man your address and turned your attention back to the sexually charged man glued to your side. As he moved his kisses up to your jaw you closed your eyes, in order to prevent yourself from breaking down. The constant reminder that Luke had no interest in you, being thrown in your face as Hannah released soft sighs behind you. 

Ashton glanced back at you from the front seat, 

“You feeling okay, kid?” he asked. 

You nodded gulping, and looked up at the ceiling to deter your threatening tears. 

His eyes narrowed in concern as he adjusted his body in his seat so he was looking you in the eyes. Luke turned his attention away from Hannah (much to her despair) to the front of the car as Ashton spoke.

“Y/n, you sure? Maybe you and your friend should continue this another night.” Ashton suggested, noticing how you had tensed up and your expression had faltered since entering the car.

 Austin pulled off of you and shot him a frustrated glare from his seat. Ashton raised his eyebrows in response, silently challenging Austin to confront him. 

Austin moved in centimeters from your ear, “Your friends are kind of cockblocks.” he complained. 

You tilted your head away from him and looked out the window Michael was sitting next to.

“Maybe they’re right.” you muttered. “Maybe you should just go home, and we can do this some other time. I’m not feeling well.” 

You kept your gaze directed outside of the car, too afraid to see his reaction to your sudden rejection. 

“Your kidding right?” he scoffed. 

You were becoming more anxious by the second as he rambled on about how you must be joking. 

“I’m not laughing.” Luke interrupted flatly.  

“Okay, what’s your deal man?” Austin’s demeanor had quickly changed as he turned to face Luke, aggression clear in his face. 

Luke held his hands in the air before resting them on the back of your seat. “No deal, she’s just clearly not interested, so maybe you could give her some space.” 

Calum and Michael perked up in their seats as the mood in the car shifted. In the front Ashton was talking to the driver, explaining how you would be getting dropped off with the rest of them. 

Austin was in a confrontational mood now, one that made you uneasy. He and Luke continued to bicker back and forth. Hannah sat confused and aggravated next to Luke.

 You were seconds away from crumbling, feeling extremely upset and overwhelmed. Michael placed a hand on your shoulder, hoping to ease some of your distress as you pulled into Luke’s driveway. 

Everyone got out of the car, leaving Austin stirring in his own anger. Ashton patted the top of the car twice before it drove away.

“Well, y/n you sure know how to pick em’” Luke commented. 

Calum shot him a disapproving look as you shoved past, running inside. 

You had officially reached your breaking point. You couldn’t have Luke but you were in too deep to be with anyone else. Not to mention the fact that Luke seemed to be taking pleasure in your misfortune for the night. 

You went straight for the bathroom. All the alcohol and confrontation hadn’t been kind to your stomach. 

You hunched over the toilet and began throwing up before you even got the chance to close the door all the way. Your eyes were red and stinging from your tears and your throat was stripped raw. Hugging your knees to your chest you sat with your back against the sink. 

Three soft knocks came from the cracked door and you peered up through cloudy eyes to see Ashton looking at you with pity clear on his face. 

“Can I come in?” 

You nodded into your knees, staring down at the familiar tiles of Luke’s bathroom. 

You couldn’t count how many times you had been in this exact spot. Whether it be dealing with the consequences of your unhealthy coping mechanism after a night out like you were now. Early mornings after sleeping over, sitting in the steam while Luke showered because he just couldn’t wait to tell you a story, or late nights he would convince you to paint his nails. All of it was replaying in your head. 

“Why can’t he just love me the way I love him?” you whimpered as a sob broke from your throat. 

Ashton was quick to wrap his arms around you, taking a seat on the floor. 

“It’s okay, y/n.” he shushed. “You’re okay. 

“I love him, Ash” your voice muffled from being pressed to his shoulder. 

“I know.” he comforted you, rocking your frame lightly. You sat in silence for a bit, trying to control your breathing. 

By the time you left the bathroom Calum and Michael were asleep on the couch and Luke and Hannah had gone to Luke’s room. Ashton laid on the couch with the other guys and you made your way to the guest room, falling asleep the second your head hit the pillow.   

You woke up early with a throbbing headache and an insatiable craving for iced coffee. There was no doubt in your mind that you were first one awake, the guys wouldn’t be up for hours. You tiptoed through the living room past a sleeping Michael, Calum, and Ashton being careful not to wake them. As you turned the corner to leave you heard a voice from the kitchen, 

“Morning,” Luke called, his gravelly voice making it very clear he had just woken up. He was leaning on the cabinet in a pair of sweats, a cup of coffee in hand. 

“Oh, you’re up.” you responded still moving towards the door. 

“Going somewhere?” he questioned walking towards you. 

“Yea I gotta go, I have uh…” your mind was drawing a blank. “ya know,  laundry.” 

“Wait,” he sprung forward in two big steps grabbing your shoulder. “as urgent as that sounds, I wanna talk.”

“‘bout what?” 

“I feel like I should apologize for last night.” 

“It’s okay, we can talk about it later. I really gotta get going.” 

“Y/n! Will you let me say sorry, please?” he pleaded 

“You have.” you replied nodding at him before turning away once again. 

“Fine, then can I ask why you tried to take someone home last night. You never do that.” 

“No reason.” you lied, opening the front door. 

“Really? Cause Cal said something last night about you being jealous or something and then I went to check on you and I overheard-” 

“I gotta go.” you panicked, taking a step outside. 

Right before the door swung closed and you made your escape Luke stopped it with his hand and spoke, 

“Are you in love with me?” 

You froze where you stood, squeezing your eyes shut completely mortified. 

Slowly, you spun back around to face Luke. He stepped out of the door frame allowing you reentrance and led you to the kitchen. Once you had both sat down he spoke again, 

“So is it true? What you told Ashton last night, is it true?” 

You placed your hands over your eyes and shook your head.

“Does it matter?” you responded. 

“Of course it matters, what do you mean?” 

“I mean you have Hannah and it doesn’t matter how I fe-” 

“Hannah’s gone.” he interrupted. 

“Gone?” 

“It wasn’t gonna work out with us. I ended things last night.” 

“Why would you end things with-” you paused, eyes narrowing.

Luke looked down, suddenly not wanting to meet your eyes. 

“Do you...you love me?” 

At this Luke shot up from his seat and started pacing around the kitchen.

“Well, of course I do. But I asked you first, and you can’t just..” he rambled on but you stopped listening after “of course I do” 

“Lu,” you said, standing up

He continued talking, not even hearing you over his own nervous talking and fidgeting. 

“Lu.” you called a bit louder. 

He turned to you, stopping mid sentence his mouth still hanging open. 

“I am.” 

“You…” he spoke slowly, eyes frozen on you.

“I am in love with you.” 

Both of you were frozen in place, terrified that if you moved you may wake up and discover this was all just a dream. You stayed like that for about a minute till you broke the silence. 

“I have been, for a couple years now. And I never told you, cause I always thought that-” you were cut off by Luke’s lips. 

He had one hand on the back of your neck and the other pulling you closer by the waist. You melted into the kiss pressing a hand to his chest. It may sound cliche but you swore you were seeing fireworks as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip.  

“I love you.” he sighed as you pulled apart. “I am so in love with you, fuck I can’t believe-” Before he had a chance to ramble again you pulled him back in for another kiss. 

After a few minutes you broke away to catch your breath. Luke moved his hands to cup both your cheeks, 

“Hi.” he cooed. 

“Hi” you smiled. “I need coffee” you turned away walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey no wait” he whined pulling you back by the waist. “m’not done kissing you.”

“We have plenty of time for that, but I need coffee now.” you teased pressing a swift kiss to his lips. 

“Mmm, I know but we’ve got a lot of catching up to do” he said chasing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as you walked to the coffee machine. 

As you fixed yourself a coffee, Luke's chin resting on the top of your head, you heard shuffling from the living room. When you looked up Michael was walking in with messy hair and eyes puffy from sleep. He glanced at you in Luke’s arms, his expression unchanging and mumbled while pulling orange juice from the fridge, 

“It’s about time.” 

#5sos imagine #5sos imagines #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings angst #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #5sos one shot #5sos one shots #5sos blurbs #5sos #luke hemmings #luke hemmings one shot #luke hemmings one shots #luke hemmings blurb #5sos preferences #5sos drabbles #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer fic #5 seconds of summer blurb

[shintorikhazumi]

TROPE MAYAKURO SHORTS (?): I. Rivals to Lovers (1)

A/N: Just me vomiting concepts for MayaKuro because I’m stuck on longer-length chaps that are just sitting in me folder. Some of these will defo be shorter than others in the future.

edit: changed the trope after it being pointed out by a reader, and it does feel like it makes more sense. Sorry bout that! wrote this at...1-ish, 2-ish am

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

1. Rivals to lovers (Part 1)

The sounds of labored breathing- pants, a few mumbles and hums, along with the rustling of clothes filled the room. Claudine groaned as Maya skillfully guided her along in this tormenting physical exertion that had lasted well over four hours.

“...Are you...hah... satisfied yet?” Righting her position, leaving Maya’s dip, Claudine huffed; sweat trickling down her neck, revealed as she brushed damp hair back and into a ponytail, drawing Maya’s eyes to that sensual curve.

So maybe Tendou Maya, the ever-perfect top star was heavily drawn to Saijou Claudine, her forever number two, her rival, her...enemy at times on stage. It almost made no sense as to why two individuals constantly fighting, competing, bickering, one of the pair seemingly unable to stand the other, would ever enjoy each other’s presence. But that was then.

Now, however, Claudine’s pull on Maya made perfect sense. She was gorgeous (Maya defended that this was a very objective, factual statement and not due to any growing attraction on her part), intelligent, a little hot-headed, but ever kind. She could also be so incredibly warm and thoughtful, always placing her friends before herself.

Saijou Claudine also held a passion for the stage so strong, it burned hot, and shone brightly. This, Maya was proud to say she knew better than anyone.

What else was it, that was keeping Maya constantly tiptoeing around the concept of Claudine, eyes always drawn to her presence- no! Maya... Maya never stared. She... She only glanced at most! She definitely never found her gaze locked onto Claudine’s lithe figure as she performed her sets of practice during the after hours of class. She certainly never noticed the way Claudine’s waves would bounce softly, hair fluffy, as she walked down the halls. She never paid attention enough to the girl to see how her new pen matched her lovely, shimmering eyes, life vivid in them. She did not see the necklace Claudine wore ‘round her neck, a reminder of her most beloved family away from her, that she hid beneath her clothes, unknown to the world (except Maya). No, she didn’t know that Claudine liked to spend some of her holidays strolling down a creak in a nearby park, singing to the flora and fauna, serenading the world with her blessed voice-

“Tendou Maya?” Said blessed voice broke her train of thought. “I asked you if you were satisfied yet.” Claudine reiterated, arms crossed over her front, a towel slung across her shoulders.

With well-practiced composure, Maya’s voice betrayed none of her inner wild musings, sounding as confident as always, if she could say so herself. “No. Not yet.” She shook her head, usual playful smile growing on her lips. She knew it always riled Claudine up. She loved it. “I still feel as though I haven’t perfectly embodied the-”

“Maya.” Claudine called, not very excited for any of Maya’s mind games. No Tendou, no ‘ma Maya’. Just. Maya.

It made Maya’s heart flutter against its cage. More-so than when Claudine actually called her ‘hers’. Platonically. Of course.

“Yes, what ever is the matter, Saijou-san?”

Claudine rolled her eyes at that, knowing that Maya wasn’t taking her seriously at all.

“I’m hungry. Can we please leave now?”

‘But then that would mean my time with you would come to an end. You only ever offer your undivided attention to me within these four corners, as we drown in the addiction of dance.’

As poetic and well-constructed the statement was in her head, Maya would never voice that to Claudine. Not unless she wanted her feelings known. God forbid Claudine ever learn of them. Why didn’t she want them known, who knew? Not Maya. So instead, she played it off. As she always did when confronted with these dangerous emotions, always threatening to overwhelm her with her own desire for her stage partner.

“Ara, ma Claudine, are you admitting defeat?”

Claudine snorted, turning her head away. “Who is going to be defeated it the Cafeteria closes before we can have the chance to eat dinner? Don’t come running to my room if you end up starving in the middle of the night, you insufferable glutton.” Claudine marched away, beginning to clear her things, placing them neatly in her bag.

She was about to head to the changing room, but not without throwing one last glance Maya’s way as a final invitation. Maya continued to pretend to be stubborn, however. She knew Claudine would stay. For her.

...Or not.

Eyes widening, Maya saw that her dear Claudine really had no plans of waiting up this time. The door to the room was swinging shut, and Maya was still rooted in her place by the silly pride that consumed her.

Ah, maybe that was why she couldn’t bring herself to even utter a simple confession. The simplest, ‘I love you’. Maybe she was expecting Claudine to say it first. Maybe she had been assuming it all this time. She wasn’t so sure now. If Claudine always waited for her in different scenarios, maybe... this was one of them too.

Snapping out of it, she called after the long-since gone girl. “N-no wait I’m sorry, I’m coming! I’m coming! Wait for me, Ma Claudine! Wait-!” Clumsily tripping over her legs as she made a grab at her items, Maya gave chase, sliding the door to the changing room open, praying Claudine still waited. Like she always did. Hopefully.

And her eyes landed on that shining gold, reflecting the light that flowed through the high windows, enhancing Claudine’s visage with that lovely afternoon glow. The girl was sat at one of the benches, feet shuffling and tapping absentmindedly as she hummed to herself, earbuds secure in her ears, eyes locked on something opposite of Maya’s direction. She was now clad in their school uniform, bag by her side, ready to leave at any moment. And yet she hadn’t.

The sight, coupled with the knowledge that Claudine had waited. Again. Like she always did, filled Maya’s chest with a blooming warmth, heart picking up its pace slightly.

Silently making quick work of changing while Claudine was preoccupied, Maya sped through her motions before walking up to the girl, tapping her shoulder lightly.

The girl jumped slightly, adorably surprised. Turning to her companion, Maya noticed her suppressing a small smile. It was endearing.

“About time.” She huffed, pretending she was annoyed as she had every right to be.

“I know. I apologize for making you wait too long, ma Claudine.”

“You should be.” Claudine glared for a few moments, before sighing, patting Maya’s cheek softly. “Come on. I hear potatoes are on the menu. I had Karen save some for you.”

Ah, the way Claudine moved Maya’s heart.

“Thank you.” She murmured, sincerely. Tenderly.

It made Claudine blush.

“W-whatever! Let’s get a move on, you infuriating woman! I’m starting to feel a little light-headed.”

And Maya’s teasing nature came back all too quickly. “Oh? Would you like me to carry you all the way to the mess hall then? Seeing as how you’ve... weakened.”

“...”

“Claudine?”

“I should have left you behind! Irritating!” Spinning on her heel, she marched out of the room and down the hall, Maya trailing after her back.

As she stared at the girl storming away, stomps resounding in the corridor, Maya sighed.

She’d done it again. Never honest enough, unable to truly let her admiration for Claudine show in any better way.

“I’m sorry.” She murmured. “I’ll try harder next time.” Her sincerity was far too hushed for Claudine to hear, but maybe that was good enough for now. She could try again later. Hopefully Claudine would still wait.

Hopefully she even was.

Maya felt her mouth open, words forming on her tongue, then closing again. What could she even say? To get her feelings across. Other than,

“I love you. Claudine.”

And with eyes widening, she saw her halt in her steps, turning back to Maya, the tips of her ears red.

...she’d heard it... She’d heard it and-

“I know.

That’s why I waited.”

A/N: I accept trope submissions/requests!

~Shintori Khazumi

#mayakuro #tendou maya #saijou claudine #shoujo kageki revue starlight #revue starlight #starira #fanfic #trope

[renaxwrites]

cinderella story || sugawara koushi

Pairing | Sugawara x F! Reader

Genre | Fluff

Summary | chat room pen-pals to lovers

It Suga’s birthday today!! He was one of the first characters I fell in love with in hq, so he always has a special place in my heart 🥺 I was re-watching A Cinderella Story (the one w Hillary Duff, a masterpiece *chef’s kiss*) and I was like ?? Prince Suga ?? It was such a Eureka moment for me lmaoo. Hope you enjoy <3 (Y/I = your initial)

S - Where have you been? We haven’t talked in ages.

You chuckle and shake your head, anxiously sending back a speedy reply.

Y/I - We talked this morning, you goof

S - But I can’t stop thinking about you. What’s on your mind right now?

You had to hand it to him, he was always had some kind of charming counter to your every text. And by “he”, you didn’t have a clue who it was. They only go by “S”, and you met in a chat room with similar aspirations to a certain college. From then on, you to hit it off, confiding in each other for almost a month now.

Y/I - You first!

S - I’m starting to think one day Hinata will snap and give Kageyama a taste of his own medicine.

You look up to find Hinata cowering in fear as Kageyama repeatedly bursts out, “BOKE!! Hinata-Boke!!”

You giggle and look around the schoolyard, eyeing multiple guys to find any kind of sign as to who your mystery digital pen-pal could be. But no luck.

You text back some laughing emojis, to be rewarded with his sweet words once more.

S - Gosh, I want to hear your laugh. When can we finally meet?

Y/I - Hopefully soon!

You were barely able to send your reply just as the bell rang, signaling you to go to class, henceforth putting the conversation off until later that evening.

S - I know being a teacher isn’t the most high-paying job in the world, but to me it’s the most rewarding. Being able to give kids a chance for a bright future is what I feel is my calling, you know? I’ll have to break it to my parents somehow.

Y/I - I’m sure they’ll understand. They love you, so I’m positive they’ll support you no matter what. It’s your dream, after all!

S - Well, as long as you support it, then I have nothing to worry about. On a different note, have a date for the homecoming dance?

Y/I - Nope, just tagging along with my friends. Why, S, are you asking to be my date? Won’t it ruin the anonymous relationship we’ve got goin on? Lol

S - It would, yes, but I’ve waited far too long to finally meet you, and this is perfect. In fact, I’ll make you an offer.

Y/I - Shoot

You lean forward in your chair, both in anticipation and curiousity.

S - Please meet me at the homecoming dance. I’ll be waiting for you at 11 o’clock in the middle of the dance floor.

S - Sweet dreams.

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply before you both left the chat room. Even if he had, you didn’t know what to say.

The day of the dance arrived. After you and your best friend, Kiyoko, battled through a list of pros and cons of meeting up with “S”, she finally forced convinced you to go. You couldn’t find a costume in time, so she forced you into let you borrow her Cinderella-like princess costume from a couple years back. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly.

“You have the costume, you have the mask, you have the date, and you have the transportation. Now what excuse are you going to give me to try and work out of this?” Kiyoko raised a brow as she sensed you backing out already.

You sigh, and flip onto her couch as best as you could. The gown you wore was no joke, fitting so perfect it almost hurt to breathe at times. “I don’t know. He seems to good to be true. What if I meet him and I’m not what he expects? Maybe this whole relationship’s better in the chat room.”

You weren’t sure how, but here you were. In the middle of the dance floor, at exactly 11. Just like “S” asked.

“Well, if our unintentional-matching costumes don’t show we were meant to be, then I don’t know what will.”

You whip your head around, and find a stunning, silver-haired prince standing before you. Literally. He was dressed as a masked Prince Charming.

He reaches for your hand. “I have a better spot in mind, one without a bunch of sweaty, hormonal teens. Care to join me, Y/I?”

Without hesitation, you grab onto his hand. He leads you to a quaint gazebo, decorated with fairy lights and flowers all around. The two of you go under, already deep in conversation.

He spins you around, as a few violin players appear out of nowhere.

“May I have this dance, Y/I?”

“Absolutely.”

Minutes, hours, days seem to pass. At some point, the two of you stopped. Time stood still.

‘S’ is the first one to speak up. “I feel like I’ve known you forever. But, I dont know who you are. So...can we...?”

You knew what he meant. After a few seconds of thought, you agree.

“On the count of three then,” you set the rule.

one...two...three...

You each take of each other’s masks, only to stare at each other in both shock and wonder.

“Suga?? Ohhhh, the ‘S’ is so obvious now!” you burst out.

Suga laughs, a bit relieved. “Well, I’ll admit I’m a bit relieved you weren’t some random stalker or something. Whew!”

You lightly punch his arm. “Well, I can’t say I didn’t secretly want my ‘Prince Charming’ to be my crush or any-” you stop, silently cursing yourself at your sudden confession.

“Don’t worry. I’ve been captivated by you for a while, even before this whole chat room started. Not to burst your bubble or anything, but I actually found out your identity the other day, which is why I suddenly found the courage to ask you out.”

You jokingly narrowed your eyes. “It was Kiyoko, wasn’t it?”

Suga threw his hands up in innocence. “I’m not naming names, princess.”

You roll your eyes, proceeding to trace your hands up his neck. “Well, whoever it was, I’ll have to thank them. It worked out for both of us, I suppose,” you say as you play with the bottom wisps of his hair.

“Not yet, it hasn’t.”

Once again, he never gave you the chance to reply. But instead of logging off the screen, he swooped down and enveloped you in an endearing and sensual kiss.

A few months later, the two of you rode towards your Happily Ever After on your chariot (Suga’s car), heading into new, unprecedented land (college).

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The one with betrayal, back stabbing, and Daryl Dixon

Paring : DarylxReader

Summary : After getting hurt on a run, you come back to find your best friend with Daryl. But not all as it seems as your best friend might have been playing with the both of your heads...

Warnings : Betrayal, mind games, cursing, mentions of dead parents, fluff, angst, implied smut, wounds, blood, and walkers.

A/N : A little pyscho bestfriend one shot! Hope you guys like it and leave a request !

 “You need to be more careful, Y/N “Hershel sighs at you, smoothing a bandage over your knee. You grin at the older man and hop off the make shift bench beneath you - which happens to be an old milk crate that you drag out at night to smoke- and kick it to the corner “ Blame your son in law, he’s the one who dared me “. Hershel rolls his eyes and turns his head in the direction, Glenn is currently at “Are you going to help me? “. Glenn is mid chew into a apple and goes wide eyed. He knows better than to pick a fight with you and encourage Hershel’s warnings. “You’re both hopeless “Hershel sighs, defeated, but smiles as you give him a small kiss to his cheek. “I’ll try ok? “. He just nods and you know it’s just out of his concern for you, so you leave him to his business and walk outside for the first time since you got hurt, to start work outside.

 The sun is welcoming on your skin- hence the reason your wearing shorts and a tank top- and you smile as you can see Emma and Daryl patching up the fence East of you. It’s hard to imagine Emma actually working being that she’s the timid type, but she really did try and replace your needed hands while you were healing. Or at least that’s what she told you she was doing. “Dixon! I thought we were best friends! “ You yell, parting the two with your voice. Daryl’s lips perk up at the sight of you, not hiding the fact that you are his preferred company, and Emma jumps slightly since you aren’t supposed to be up until tomorrow. You limp slightly over to the two and he looks you up and down “ Yer’ not supposed to be walkin’ around ,girl”. You roll your eyes, but don’t miss the fact that he’s been checking in on you through Hershel. “ Couldn’t sit in that bed anymore. It drove me crazy “ You shiver thinking about it, but turn your attention to your friend. “ Thankfully too right? I know he’s probably drove you crazy” You joke and she smiles with a little shrug.

 “ He wasn’t too bad “. She combs her stray blonde hair behind her ears , a clear red flag you should’ve recognized earlier, but you looked past your friends actions “ Well I guess this means your free! “. You confidently take your place back at Daryl’s side and inspect the piece of fence they’d been working on. “ Oh.. uh . Yeah I guess so “ she mumbles to herself, and returns to being Judith’s nanny. Daryl watches her leave, clearly about to say something private, and you turn to him “ What is it ? “. He has a tight expression, but spits it out “ She’s a lil’ strange “. This wasn’t news to you. Emma’s always been the quiet type, but in a different way from you. You’ve known her since high school and she’s never really been the most social person. Which worked perfectly for you both since you weren’t either. It stemmed from your dad passing away and she was the only one that truly understood that and didn’t push you to be the perfect all American girl. 

 She stayed with you in the quiet and didn’t push you, which in return you gave her the same respect. Which is probably why you two have been friends for so long. You wouldn’t be here without each other. “ She’s got good intentions “ You defend her, but don’t snap at him. Daryl holds back what he truly wants to say -- afraid that he would push you away -- and it wasn’t worth it. You two are closer than ever and he doesn’t want to ruin that by bashing your oldest friend. “We just need some chain to close this gap “ You examine, changing the subject. He nods in agreement. If you were smarter, you would’ve realized that the chains were internally cut. “ Guess we’ll need to go on a run “ You suggest, causing Daryl to scoff at you. “ Yeah right like ima’ let you go and get your knee fucked up even worse “. “ Didn’t know I needed your permission “ You tease, turning your attention back to the man next to you.

 His blue eyes engulf yours and you take a moment to appreciate his features. Daryl had really surprised you. Never did you expect when you met this man, that he would become the one to make you catch your breath. Or the one to leave a flower in your room while you were healing. “ Thanks by the way “. He doesn’t play the game where he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. He just nods. That’s what draws you to him. That he doesn’t play games with you like other men have. Sure, he was older than you and isn’t too straight forward with what he wants, but he makes your feelings valid. Other men loved what they saw when they looked at you, but always sent you running into Emma’s arms each time it fell through. But not Daryl.

 “ How’s it feelin’? “ he asks, his true concern coming through, “ Thought ya’ shattered it the way you fell “. You wiggle it in front of him “ It’s ok. My basketball career might be over though “. You can still picture the look on his face when you fell. Stupidly, you let Glenn egg you on about playing some make shift basketball and let’s just say you’re very competitive. That would be thanks to a very extensive life of soft ball. And it did not end well. All in all, you did it just to get people to smile. The governor loomed over you all and tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed. And as soon as you broke free of Glenn’s blocking, you slipped. Hard. And Daryl was the first one to reach you. His blue eyes were wider than ever, but it truly showed you his feelings.

 He just smirks as he knows you had the best of intentions. Sure, you could kill anyone within your path without flinching, but you were a big softie for those you love. Hence, the night he found you dancing with Judy just to keep her from crying all night long. Really he spied on you, but you looked so happy spinning around the baby that it didn’t matter. You would’ve made a great mom if you had the chance. “ I need to get out of this place , Daryl. I’m crawling out of my own skin “. He looks around before deciding to grab your wrist “ If they send you out on a run, they’re not going to let me go too. I won’t be there to protect you “. You love his touch in any way you can get it, but you know you don’t need him to watch over you. “ I’ll be fine. You know I can take care of myself “. He breathes deeply through his nose, but nods. He trusts your confidence.

 If you weren’t so distracted, you’d see Emma watching you from a far. And it would’ve saved you so much time...

 ———

 After much convincing, Rick decided it would be ok to send you on a run. After all, it wasn’t a secret that the prison was struggling and baby Judith was gobbling formula by the day. So, you mapped out a church that wasn’t too far that had a surrounding neighborhood of newly constructed houses. It would hopefully store everything you need. Sighing, you climb in the truck they deemed ok to leave and toss your bag in the passenger side. You turn the key and bring the old truck to life, just in time for Daryl to slap the side of the door “ You got your list right ? “. You nod at him and point to the dirty paper in the seat next to you. “ Got your gun? “ He asks as this is part of you twos checklist. If you could’ve predicted this would be your going out check list two years ago you’d laugh. “ Yup “ You pop the p. It’s clear he’s not excited about this, but he doesn’t get a say.

 Not yet at least.

 “ Don’t worry ok? I’ll be back tonight “ You try to ease him. He doesn’t seem to take much comfort, which you understand. You’d be in the same position roles reversed. “ And maybe I’ll find you some smokes huh? “. This finally breaks his fine line of grimace “ I’m going to hold you to that “. You smirk back at him “ Goodbye, Dixon “. He parts his lips to speak, but decides not to. Instead, he backs up and let’s you drive away. He watches you speed through the gates with no hesitation and feels his stomach drop. This didn’t sit right with him, but he doesn’t have a right to speak for you. The thought causes him to grimace again. How do you open up to someone like you? How do you cross that line? “ She’s going to be ok you know? “ Emma squeaks, causing him to jump slightly.

 Where did she come from?

 Daryl just clears his throat and tries to leave this conversation Emma was trying to initiate. It’s none of her business to address his concern for you. Best friend or not. She just rubs him the wrong way lately. “ Wait I didn’t - “ She tries to stop him, but he turns around unexpectedly and glares down at her. “ I’m going to make this clear. I’m not stupid. I can see yer’ up to sum’ stupid shit I want ‘nothing apart of “. She’s caught off guard with wide eyes “ What are- “. He cuts her off immediately “ I might look stupid to you, but I’m not. You claim to be Y/Ns good friend, but the other day you proved that wasn’t true “. She looks like a deer caught in head lights, but Daryl isn’t having any of it. “ Look I know you and y/n are.. talking, but you’ve been ‘ talking ’ for months “ She suddenly gains confidence. The statement, while true, is like a blow to Daryl. First off, she’s betraying her friend, but secondly is assuming that means that he’s free to be with anyone. And that’s just not true. While neither of you had said it, he was yours.

 “ And I know her better than anyone. She goes through men like she goes through walkers. You might be the apple of her eye now, but just wait.. she’ll pull away and leave you in the dirt. Just like she did my brother “. Daryl is still recovering from her words and she takes the opportunity to strike. She gets closer to him “ I bet she used this run as a opportunity to get away from you. Sure, she said she’ll be back by tonight, but she’ll take her time. She’ll figure out a plan to let you down easy.. “. Emma knows exactly what she’s doing as she tugs at his insecurities. “ It’s ok that you’re not ready to kiss me back.. I’ll wait “.

 And with that she continues the games she’s playing and leaves him to his doubts.

 ——

 It’s nearly midnight, as you are crammed in a tight space praying that the monsters just five feet from you can’t smell you. This whole run had taken a dark turn. It all started with the truck breaking down miles from the church. You found it was leaking oil after a quick inspection causing you to curse your luck. Of course after you gave Daryl a promise that you’d be back tonight, God had other plans. Sighing, you decide to finish the task by walking there. Everything seemed fine at first, but the walk was putting your pressure on your knee and it began to swell. But you made it to the town anyways. And as soon as you found the church, it was like you rang the dinner bell. Turns out that the church had an old security system that had a hell of a battery back up and as soon as you opened the door, it blared for the whole world to hear.

 You cursed for the hundredth time and fled to the closest house, walkers already flooding to the noise. You barricade the back door to the house and quickly observe your surroundings to find the front door wide open , but it’s too late for you to shut it. Your eyes go wide as you can hear the groans and as you try to run in the other direction, you cut your arm deeply on a broken picture frame. You don’t have time to even wince as two walkers bustle inside and you dart for the stairs as it wouldn’t be smart to try and take them on with your injuries. You rush up them, blood dripping on the stairs and you pray there’s somewhere to hide. You find the unfinished upstairs to be baron besides a closet and without hesitation you dive into it . You’re hoping they won’t notice. You hold your breath as you can feel nervous sweat drip down your neck. You’re screwed. Hours go by of them shuffling through the hallway and it’s clear they haven’t lost interest in you. It’s like they could smell wounded. And right now you reeked of it. Fortunately, there was duct tape left in this closet and you taped it over your deep cut. Daryl was right. Why did he have to be right all the time?

 If you could, you’d scream at the irony, but now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to wait the storm out. And grip your knife to your chest like a security blanket.

 ——

 It’s two days later now and everyone at the prison was growing worried. It wasn’t like you to be gone this long. Had the governor grabbed you? Had the walkers eaten you? Are you stranded somewhere ? Everyone’s nerves are showing, but Daryl’s is the worse. He’s pacing constantly, snapping at everyone when they approach him, but it’s even worse when he’s alone. Was Emma right? Was this your excuse to get away from him? Did he wait too long? And what did she mean about her brother? Daryl knew James. At the beginning of all this it was the three of you. And he saw the way James looked at you, but you never reciprocated it. Did you lead him on? Little did he know this is what Emma wanted. The psych major was twisting the two of you and neither of you realized it.

 Daryl reaches into his pocket to find his cigarettes and sighs when he finds your little note inside the flap.

 ‘ You owe me Dixon ‘

 There’s a smudge of your fingerprint there beside it , reminding him of how you aren’t scared to get dirty. All the other girls here hated it, but you didn’t care at all. He can see you now with a dirty grin and big eyes. It makes his heart skip a beat. But where were you? And is Emma’s story about you true?

 - Another two days later -

 Everyone is now beyond concerned. It’s code red and time to act. “ Someone has to go get her! For fuck sakes she’d come after us! “ Glenn yells, Rick being the blunt end of his rage. Maggie is behind him, the same expression on her face, but she holds his arm back. “ You don’t think I want to go after her?! But we can’t! You know what’s outside these walls! “ Rick yells back, just in time for Daryl to enter the cell block. Glenn sighs in relief “ Daryl! Explain to him that we’re going after, Y/N!”. Daryl looks between the couple and Rick, reading the situation for what it is. You were gone and they love you, but why were you gone? Why were you putting them through this? Daryl notices out of the corner of his eye that Emma is standing in the corner with her arms crossed over her chest as if to say I told you so. “ This isn’t like her, Daryl. You know her .. she wouldn’t just disappear “ Maggie speaks to end the silence.

 But how well does he know you? We’re you the woman who smiles so big at him and makes him feel wanted for the first time in his life? Or are you the impatient girl Emma seems to believe you are. Everyone can hear Emma scoff in the corner and this causes Maggie to turn on the small girl “ What’s your problem, Emma? This is your best friend we’re talking about”. Maggie is ready to defend you as the girl parts her lips “ This is what she does. She runs”. Now Glenn has to grab Maggie’s arm “ You need to watch your mouth! Y/N has always been here for us! She saved Glenn from that horde just a week ago! “. Maggie’s loyalty is clear. “ But where is she now huh? When the governor is breathing down our necks and we’re running out of food? Sounds like the perfect time to cut her losses “ She purposely makes eye contact with Daryl now.

 Maggie is the one to scoff now and she looks to Daryl for back up. She expects him to defend you like he always has, but her stomach falls when he just looks away. “ What the hell, Daryl? “ Maggie swears at the man she thought loved you. “ What’s wrong with you? “ Maggie spits. Daryl snaps his eyes at your true friend “ She’s perfectly fucking capable with taking care of herself! Stop lookin’ to me to take care of her ass! Maybe she cut and run huh? She’s always acting like she’s better than this! “. He throws his arms around him to point out the prison. Glenn now glares at Daryl “ That’s fucked up to say, man”. “ It’s the truth “ Emma brings attention back to herself, eyes locking back onto Daryl’s.

 And in that moment, Daryl’s mind snapped.

 ——-

 Your loud scream is muffled as you bite down on your worn out belt and a metal scrap is shoved down on your wound. Tears stream down your face as you force yourself through the pain and you try to think of better thoughts. Your mind frantically searches for happiness and it lands on an old memory of Daryl that does the trick. It’s a little fuzzy, but you can still picture the moment.

 There’s a fire burning out near his tent , signaling to you that he’s the last one up and you take the opportunity to be near him. You creep up towards his little place to call home and offer a small smile when you find his face “ Hey “. He’s currently fiddling with the whole in his jeans, but looks up to find your grateful face. “ What ya’ doin’ up so late ? “ He asks, trying not to accept the fact that you stayed up just to spend time with him. “ Couldn’t sleep “ You shrug your tank top clad shoulders, hoping he buys it. His blue eyes graze your face, stopping only for a moment on the bruise on your upper lip, and then points to the spot across from him “ You can sit “.

 You take his offer and sit Indian style across from him. He glances from his hole to your lip and you touch it subconsciously “ I’m fine “. Daryl rolls his eyes, a man twice your size punched you dead in your face in the bar fight with Randal. He’s seen men go down for less. “ Yer’ not” he declares. You just roll your eyes back “ Well I’m here and he’s not so “. Daryl gives you that. Right after he punched you, you took a vodka bottle and shoved it straight into his neck. Which is why you have blood stains on your arms. “ Ya’ look a mess “ He tells you instead of agreeing. You just laugh in response “ Oh and you look any better? “. His smirk slowly grows. He loves to push your buttons.

 “ Besides, we both know I’m still a ten even covered in shit “ You wink at him, grabbing a laugh from his chest. You’re the only one he can do this with and you know that for sure now. “ C’mere “ he now waves you over, pulling out a rag from his pocket. He wets it with water and grabs your arm as soon as your in reach. He runs the rag over your smooth skin and you awe at how he treats you. No way would he ever clean the blood off anyone else. He’s quiet as he works his way up and down your arms, but you can tell he’s taking his time for a reason.

 He likes this just as much as you

 This memory would’ve made you smile in any other situation, but all you can do now is suffer through. You finally remove the metal from your skin where he once touched you and you quickly wrap the forming scar in a piece of your shirt you cut. Tying it with your teeth, you wonder how long you’ve been gone. They were all probably freaking out and you hate the thought of what they’re going through, but you’d make it back to them soon and that’s what counts. And not empty handed either. Even after escaping the herd and slaying through walkers with one good arm, you made it to an old Piggly wiggly five miles from where you started. There you found formula, cans of green beans and sweet carrots, and even a half pack of cigarettes you found on a walker. This is just who you are.

 Maybe a week? It seemed accurate, but after all the blood loss it could’ve played with your memory so you just put the thought away. Now you just need to find a way home. You debate walking, but it didn’t turn out good the first time... So hot wiring a vehicle was your only true option. The piggly wiggly is scarce of cars so you would at least have to walk half a mile to the next available store to find a car. You began your walk,but stop as you see in the corner of your eye a bike. It’s pink and has a stupid little basket on the front, but this would do. You jog over to it with obvious objections from your knee, but grin at the first sign of hope. You can already hear Daryl’s jokes about this bike, but it would do.

 You swing your leg over it and let a happy laugh escape, before heading back.

 Only if you knew what was waiting for you when you got there....

 ——

 Arriving at the gate, you let the bike drop and run to it “ It’s me! Let me in! “. There’s no one around to hear you causing you to groan. Of course when you get back it wouldn’t be this easy to come home. You now look to each guard tower and when you find a warm body you wave your hands in its direction “ Hey! Let me in! “. The body raises a rifle and once they realize it’s you, they drop it quickly and rush down the tower. It takes five minutes for them to reach you and you realize it’s Glenn and Maggie. “ Y/N! “ Maggie yells happily, ripping the gate open before throwing herself in your arms. You gladly hug her back with your good arm. “ I’ll go get the others! “ Glenn yells excitedly and darts for the prison. Maggie’s scent reaches your nose and you finally let a relaxing breath out. You were home.

 But all of the sudden she pulls back as she remembers she needs to warn you. You can see the stress now on her face , a complete 180 from before “ What’s wrong? “. She grabs your arms, now noticing your burn, and goes wide eyed at it “ What happened?!”. She begins to pick at your makeshift bandage, but you grab her hand “ It’s fine! What’s wrong?”. She drops eye contact for a moment as if she’s ashamed to tell you this, but it’s too late as you hear everyone running out to greet you. First, you see Rick and Glenn again, then Carol and baby Judith, and then it hits you. And it hits you hard. There in broad daylight is your ‘ best friend’ with her arm hanging around Daryl’s waist. Maggie’s grip tightens on you now and it reminds you that this is all real. That your best friend since high school, the same person who you confided in about Daryl, is now holding him like you should be.

 And you can see everyone looking at you like this is high school. Like it was your dad’s funeral again. “ Y/N “ Maggie whispers as if it’s in condolences. You just lock eyes with Daryl with betrayal in your chest, but he says nothing. He just stands there. Allowing her to hold him proudly. “ How long? “ You whisper, your teeth grinding. Maggie’s eyebrow arches “ Wha- “. “ How long have I been gone! “ You interrupt, patience long gone. “ A week- almost two .. we were so - “ She begins, but’s all you needed to hear. “ TWO FUCKING WEEKS?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ?! “ You scream, charging out of Maggie’s grip. Emma’s eyes go wide, never expecting you to come for her this way since you’ve never been the person to handle your issues so publicly, and Glenn tries to stop you “ They’re not worth it “. He’s standing in front of you with his hands up, but you just look past him “ Glenn I don’t want to hurt you”. Glenn looks to Rick for an answer and you take the opportunity to move past him, and in a swift movement your right in front of the pair.

 She’s now behind Daryl, holding onto his shoulder as if he can save her. No one can save her now. It’s beyond wrong what’s going on here and it’s obvious where the groups loyalty is considering they’re not in any hurry to stop you now. “ Who the fuck do you think you are ?! “ You yell at the girl who you once considered family. She doesn’t say a word, obviously this wasn’t part of her plan. “ Some friend you are huh?! How many nights did I come to you about him?! How many nights did you listen to me and wait for your time to strike ?! “. She’s still silent as your anger boils over “ Real quiet now for a fucking back stabber! I’m sure you weren’t quite when you fucked him huh?! “. Daryl now steps in as you look ready to kill her “ Back up “. And that’s what kills you out of all of this. You take a step back in denial. You thought he was the one man who actually loved you. But it was all a lie . All of it.

 “ Some big man you are , Dixon. Did it feel good huh? Hurting me like this? Make you feel like a man ? Well I’ll tell you what .. fuck you! Fuck you both! Your dead to me! “ You now dig in your pack and throw the cigarettes at him” You’re going to fucking need this ! “. With that you walk away, and begin to throw Emma’s stuff out of your cell. You make sure to break most of it on its way out and once done, you slams the door shut and pull the curtain. You were done. “ Fuck them both! “ You growl, tears pouring down your face.

 Everyone around the new ‘ couple ‘ just stared at them. You deserved loyalty. Glenn and Maggie are the first to go in after you, but Maggie makes sure to glare at Daryl “ You know every day I saw you with her. I saw you care for her and watch after her. And I saw you love her. It’s sick that you threw that away on someone so disloyal “. Emma tries to defend herself, but Maggie looked just as ready to punch her for you. And with that, they all went inside.

 Once it was just Daryl and Emma, she tried to speak “ I knew she wasn’t going to take it well but- “. It’s obvious he’s not listening to her as he opens up the cigarettes and finds another note .

  ‘ Kinda risked my life for this, but you’re worth it ‘ - Y/N ‘

 And it finally makes since to him.

 ——

 That night, you didn’t speak to anyone. Not even when Hershel forced his way in to inspect your burn. You let him do what he needed to feel better, but after that you sent him away and spent half of the night staring at the picture of you and Emma at graduation. When exactly did she decide to fuck you over? It only pissed you off more and eventually you left your cell to burn the picture. You want all evidence of the so called relationship gone. And you plan to do so as you exit the prison with a lighter. “ Fuck you! “ You grumble at the picture, setting it ablaze in front of your eyes. Now you aren’t the woman to let a guy get in the way of a friendship, but this was not that. This was a betrayal. This was to hurt you. You can still see her arms wrapped around him. You can see her doe eyes sparkle at him when she expected him to defend her.

 In this moment, you wish your dad was here. He was always there to help you. To be the wise in your crazy. What would he tell you now? To leave? To forgive--well that wasn’t happening. You shove your lighter back in your pocket and grasp the necklace on your chest. His wedding band dangles from it and you close your eyes as it’s the closest you can get to his touch. “ Tell me it’s all going to be ok, Dad. Cause I don’t know that it is “ You whisper, tears slipping again. Never had you been through this. You wonder if he had. If when he was dating your mom that someone had tried to steal her away and succeeded for a brief moment in time. You bet he would’ve fought for her and the thought makes you smile.

 You’ve only seen pictures of your mom, but she seemed to truly love you and your dad. You wish you could’ve truly met her. That your parents could be here to hold you, but instead you were truly alone. Emma was your rock and she .. she’s just gone to you now. And sure you have Maggie, Rick , and the others .. but it’s not the same. A sob racks your chest as you realize it’s true. Your alone again. Just like you were at sixteen. You let your body fall to your knees and you don’t even feel your knee whine , only your heart beating. Why did you make it through this last week for this? “ Tell me what I’m supposed to do now! “ You yell, not caring who hears. You sob so heavily that your throat hurts from the lack of air, but you don’t care.

 In a guard tower not to far from you, Maggie and Beth watch your break down with frowns. “ Why did they do this to her? “ Beth asks, her heart yearning to help you. Maggie just shrugs half heartedly “ I don’t know, Beth.. I don’t understand why Emma would betray her like this or why Daryl would fall for her “. Beth agrees “ She doesn’t even help “ . Maggie’s attention darts to her sister as if she shouldn’t have said that. “ What? This last month she hasn’t helped me with Judith at all. She’s always sneaking off somewhere “. Maggie begins to question Emma’s where abouts and motives. “ Something’s not right here “ Maggie looks to you again as you’ve finally grown silent. She watches you just now blankly stare out into the darkness and notices the void you’re feeling.

 “ I’m going to figure it out “ Maggie vows, with no objections from Beth.

 ——

 The next week, Maggie begins to follow Emma’s trail. Whilst you just keep to the following schedule: ting up after two hours of sleep, eat half an apple and save the rest of it for later, ignore everyone’s concerned stares, leave the room as soon as Daryl enters, and make sure to take as much guard duty that you can. It wasn’t much, but it was the best you can do right now. And Maggie didn’t like that, which fueled her to truly find out Emma’s motives. She follows the girl for three days. What she’s noticed so far is that one Daryl is ignoring her, two she journals after every day, and three she weirdly stares at you when you’re not paying attention. Like she’s waiting for you to figure something out.

 Emma’s also anxious lately. Maggie decides she’s going to get that journal from Emma at dinner tonight while she’s distracted and get to the bottom of this. Carol is currently cooking a couple of rabbits Daryl caught so she knows it’s coming close to time. Glenn already has a prepared alibi for his wife and everything is set in place. You, having no knowledge of this, approach Carol to see if she needs any help since Daryl is now decided to take tower duty. You force a smile for the woman “ They’re not the best to skin , I know “. You stretch out your hand for her to pass one of the dead animals and she gratefully does. “ That’s an understatement”. The two of you laugh quietly at the fact. You can feel eyes on you right now, but this time it feels different. You look in its direction to find Daryl staring from his position and you’re surprised when he doesn’t look away once you’ve caught him. It’s the same signal he use to give you when it was clear to come be around him, but you just ignore it.

 He was with Emma now and he could go fuck himself. You look back to your task and begin to skin the animal again, this time with more force. You don’t even notice Maggie leaving the surrounding group of people, her plan going perfectly so far. She creeps back into the cell block where Beth is waiting for her “ Go stand by the door and whistle if someone’s coming “. Beth nods and goes to position as Maggie rushes to Emma’s new cell. It takes a moment to find the journal, but she does and takes the moment to open it. As soon as she opens it, there’s a picture of you with her taped inside.

 ‘ Prom 2000 ‘

 Maggie smiles at the goofy you in the picture with a flask raised to the picture taker. It truly sums you up in one flash. But why does Emma still have this? Obviously, your friendship is over. Maggie begins to flip through the pages until she gets close to recent entry.

 ‘ Y/N told me last night about , Daryl again. Honestly thought this was a passing phase just like the others were. At this point shouldn’t he have broken her heart like the rest? I mean he hasn’t even kissed her I don’t understand the pull towards him... But they seem to be getting closer. I saw them a couple of days ago by his bike and she was grinning up at him like he held the stars in the sky himself. She also had her hand in his jacket pocket like she was in high school again..

 It’s honestly just time for him to screw up. He’s awkward when it comes to all this and I’m sure I won’t have to step in like all the other times . But I’ve got a plan just in case he doesn’t ... she’ll forgive me too. I’m all she’s got ‘

 Maggie immediately flips the page for more proof and once she finds it, she’s running out the door and right to Daryl. This was all so screwed up. Daryl was just part of this controlling girls mind games and he deserves to see this. Maybe it can even salvage what he and you have. She’s running up the stairs before she knows it and once she’s in front of the hunter, she shoves the journal in his hands “ She fucking used you”. Daryl’s eyes narrow at your friend and he takes it to see what she’s talking about.

 And once she sees the anger reach his face, Maggie knows she’s got her.

 ——

 You’re actually enjoying being around Rick and Glenn at dinner again, even if Glenn is telling you some dumb knock knock joke he’s told you a million times. It feels good to just laugh again. “ It should be illegal to tell that joke so many times “ Rick nudges your ankle to join in. Glenn rolls his eyes at the former cop “ Oh ha-ha “. You’re just about to join in, but everyone stops what they’re doing as Daryl throws some kind of book at Emma. It’s clear some type of couples drama is about to erupt so you’re just going to make your quick exit. “ Well this was nice, but I am not ready for whatever that’s about. See y’all in the morning “ You calmly tell the two, and get up from your spot to do so. “ Uh-uh you don’t fucking move “ Daryl now points at you, causing you to groan out loud now.

 Who is he to tell you to do anything? “ I’m actually good -- I don’t need to be part of this bull shit again so do me a favor and fuck off “ You stand your ground, crossing your arms over your chest. His eyes soften as he sees the pain in your eyes. You’ve been through hell and he has a part in that. “ Stay “ He demands, his voice dropping slightly. Maggie now joins your side to help him keep you there. You roll your eyes and let the show begin. “ What is this huh? “ Daryl now looks to Emma. She grabs it from the ground and holds it to her person like that’s going to stop this from all happening. “ Daryl- it’s - it’s not what you think “ She takes a step towards him, but he’s quick to back off from her like she’s a mental patient.

 You’re very confused at this point. Why are you being made to watch this? Is this just to twist the knife left in your back? “ Shut the fuck up! Read it! “. She’s shaking as he yells at her and for a moment you feel for her. She’s never done well with yelling. “ I-I “ She’s scared now, her true colors now on display. “ What is this about? “ Rick now stands to end this all for good. Daryl just holds his hand out to his friend “ You’ll see. Trust me “. Rick now turns to Emma “ Read it”. The girl now has no choice.

 “ Ok.. ok “ She squeaks, opening the book. There’s a pause as she’s trying to buy herself enough time, but Daryl takes a step forward and she jumps into it.

 “ Y/N told me last night about , Daryl again. Honestly though this was a passing phase just like the others were. At this point shouldn’t he have broken her heart like the rest? I mean he hasn’t even kissed her I don’t understand the pull towards him... But they seem to be getting closer. I saw them a couple of days ago by his bike and she was grinning up at him like he held the stars in the sky himself. She also had her hand in his jacket pocket like she was in high school again..

 It’s honestly just time for him to screw up. He’s awkward when it comes to all this and I’m sure I won’t have to step in like all the other times . But I’ve got a plan just in case he doesn’t ... she’ll forgive me too. I’m all she’s got ‘ “ She quoted herself, causing shock to spread through the group. “ Y/N I’m so - “ She begins to plead, but you can’t believe your ears. She did this to keep you close to her? Every guy you’ve been with... she’s sabotaged. You feel like you’re on some episode of the twilight zone. And then it also occurs to you, she used Daryl. She twisted his head with the information you confided in her with. She was watching and waiting to strike. “ You cut the fence didn’t you? “ you ask, pitting the pieces of her plan together. Maggie already read this, so she confirms this for you “ And she tampered the truck you drove. She’s the reason you were stranded”. She put your life in danger...

 “ You tried to kill her! “ Rick yelled, now having all the evidence he needs to kick her out. She’s frantically looking around for help “ No! I knew she’d be fine!! I just.. I just “. “ You just thought it was a window of opportunity right? That walkers won’t take a chunk out of her ? That the governor wouldn’t find her ? “ Rick is now furious, already walking towards her with his pistol drawn. “ Wait! “ She’s begging, but Rick grabs by her arm and yanks her towards the prison. Her screams are cut off by the slam of the prison door and your now left to silence. You now take the moment to rub your face in frustration “ What.. Just “ . It would be so great right now if some camera crew came out and said this was all some big joke. You’re honestly waiting for that to happen. That there’s no crazy best friend, that Daryl was never brought into her crazy, that there’s actually no governor and no walkers. “ Y/N ? “ Maggie asks, as your hiding in your hands. You peak through the cracks “ This is a joke right ? “.

 Her tired eyes tell you no and you mentally scream. How could you be so stupid? How could you let her do this to Daryl? Why did you let yourself need someone so bad that she felt she could do this? You look around to see if someone could answer your mental questions and find that you’re the only three outside still. They must’ve all went in to help with Emma. She’s obviously getting removed from the prison tonight. Maggie now squeezes your shoulder “ I’m going to give you two a minute “. You’re still trying to wrap your mind around what just happened, but you let her walk away. Once she’s inside, you peak over at Daryl “ I don’t know what to say “. He just shrugs “ Ya’ seem to like fuck you lately “. You roll your eyes at him “ You deserved that. I won’t take that back”. He smirks slightly “ Seems fair “. You feel like a child about all of this. He’s still the same person to you that he was before. “ Honestly, I have wanted to punch you so hard this whole week and now .. I don’t know what to do “ You dig your hands into your hair instinctively.

 Daryl knows you only do that when you’re nervous , so he offers you a cigarette. You walk over and accept his offer “ Thanks “. You let him light it for you since your lighter is in your other jeans. He watches you inhale for a long moment before letting it go. “ You can do it Ya’ know “. You raise your eyebrow and take another drag “ What? Punch you?”. He nods, now taking a drag from his own cigarette. Now you’re rolling your eyes again “ I’m not going to hit you, Daryl”. “ I deserve it “ He admits, but you don’t believe that. “ No. you deserve a girlfriend who doesn’t have a psychotic best friend who tries to mess with your head “. You inhale the sweet poison again, this time hoping it’ll help the pain in your knee. “ Are we that now? “ He asks, causing you to realize your words.

 Your eyes grow huge and you look at him as if you can now take it back “ I didn’t - I’m not - “. Daryl can count on one hand how many times he’s actually seen you so nervous and the only other time was when you two were stuck hiding in mud from a herd. Your whole face was covered in awful smelling fresh mud, but you never took your eyes off of his. He throws his cigarette to the side, followed by tossing yours as well , and he grabs the side of your neck gently. You allow him to rest his forehead on yours and having him this close was all you needed to calm down. This meant you two are fine. That nothing has to change. He smells of smoke and some type of wood that you can’t make out, but you love it. His callous thumb rubs your neck lovingly and he whispers “ Yer’ mine “. You smile to to yourself. That’s all you’ve wanted for the past year. When you were stuck in the mud with him all you wanted was for him to say that, when the farm fell and you didn’t know where to go next that’s what you wanted, and when you got drunk that night in the barn and threw yourself at him all you wanted was him to give in.

 You run your hand over his that’s on your neck and he opens his eyes to find yours already look up at his “ You’ve made me wait a long time for that “. You watch a embarrassed blush appear, but you just remove his hand from your neck and run your own into his hair “ You’re worth waiting for, but I can’t wait anymore ok? “. He’s expression changes quickly to confused, but instead of using words you just bite your lip and kiss him. You don’t know how he’s going to take this, but you were going to take the chance. He’s frozen at first, not moving at all,but after a moment his lips move in harmony with yours. He gives you a happy grunt in return before he balls the back of your shirt in a fist.

  You part for just a moment to catch your breaths, but he’s quick to reconnect. You welcome the embrace. He doesn’t waste time to pick you up and your arms wrap around his neck without hesitation “ Where are you taking me, Dixon ? “. Your smiling at him and he gives you a slight shrug “ Guard duty”. You raise your eyebrow “ Why? “. He just rolls his eyes as he throws the tower door open “ You’re always askin’ too many questions“. Smirking , you let him set you down so he doesn’t have to carry you up the stairs “ I just like to bust your balls. I’m great with ‘ guard duty ‘ “. You show him your air quotes and throw him a wink before leading the way up the stairs. You open the next door and he’s quick to shut it behind you both.

 “ Yer’ a pain in my ass “ He tells you, before grabbing you again.

 ——-

 The next morning, you wake up on the hard guard tower floor. Your knee is already thanking you for that smart decision, but you’d take the pain. Because you were waking up in Daryl’s shirt. You grin at the fact, but turn over to find he’s not there. Your eyebrows furrow when you find a note in his place.

 ‘ Went to help Rick fix a walker problem. Be back soon.... Didn’t know you snored ‘

 “ Dick “ You smirk at his note, but sit it to the side so you can get dressed. Last thing you needed right now is for Glenn and Maggie come up here and find you in just a shirt. Not that you haven’t found them in the exact same situation, but you’d like to keep that whole score 0-1 . You shove on your jeans and your shirt from last night before heading out of the tower , Daryl’s shirt in hand. It’s early enough that no one should be up anyways so you shouldn’t have to hear anyone ask where you were last night. When the dead started to walk, people lost their reality tv shows so you just know how it would be if you don’t go and ‘ wake up’ in your cell. Your about to do so, when out of the corner of your eyes you see Rick and Daryl out by the entrance.

 You try and find any walkers around them, but you only see one other body and that’s Emma. It occurs to you that they were getting rid of her now instead of it being a big show. Daryl was just nice enough to call it ‘ Walker problems’. You sigh at the site, but don’t give it anymore thought and step inside where your actual family is sleeping. It’s quiet inside, but you can hear Judith beginning to stir and to save Carl some sleep, you quietly grab her from her crib and sway her around.

 “ I know you’re ready to play “ You coo at her as you walk her around to keep her content. You make funny faces for awhile until her dad returns to the cell block to retrieve her . Daryl is right behind him and you smile at the sight “ Your daddy’s here to steal you from me, Judith! Tell him you want to stay with your aunt! “. She smiles at you even though she can’t understand and Rick laughs while taking her from your arms “ You like daddy better “. You just scoff as he walks off to feed her and Daryl smirks at you “ Are you training her to like you better ?”. “ It won’t take much persuasion. Her and I have a great time together as you can see “ You joke, but you can see he’s ready to tell you about Emma. “ I saw you take care of - that - I’m good not talking about it if you are “. He just nods.

 “ Oh and you think I snore? Try sleeping next to someone who steals the pillow! Much worse! “ You accuse, causing him to roll his eyes and place a kiss on your lips. “ Should’ve been prepared “ He accuses you, just to annoy you. “ I see how you are, Dixon. Sleep with a girl and then blame her for the lack of preparation. Next time I’ll just kick you out of bed ! “.

 “ Mhmm so all I heard was next time “ And that’s when you realize you’ve truly ended up with your best friend.

#daryl dixon #DarylDixon #The Walking Dead #the walking dead daryl #fanfiction #fanfic #daryl x you #daryl x reader #daryl x oc #daryl dixion imagine #daryldixonfanfiction #reader #maggie greene #glenn rhee #Rick Grimes #Carol Peletier #Beth Greene #hershel greene #walkers

[adenei]

The Mixtape Mishap - Chapter 7

Countdowns & Reveals

Ron walked down the stairs first, with his shoulders hunched over in defeat. He stalked back over to the chair he’d been occupying before Harry and Ginny had forced him to go talk to Hermione and clear the air once and for all. He saw his best friend and sister give each other a look before Harry walked tentatively over to Ron.

“Er, everything alright, mate?” 

“Sure, yeah, everything’s just peachy!” Ron said sarcastically.

“Erm, alright, then…” Harry didn’t think now was a good time to ask for an explanation, but one look from Ginny told him he had to figure out what was going on. Why’d you have to go and fall for her anyways, you slick git. And she has no idea she’s got you wrapped around her finger. Or does she? Who the hell knows with girls. Harry abandoned his inner dialogue to appease Ginny, and to hopefully get himself out of this uncomfortable situation between best friend and crush.

“Were you able to talk to her?” Harry asked.

“Nope. She never came out of the bloody loo. I waited five minutes. Finally just slid the parchment I’d been working on earlier under the door for her. Had to borrow a quill from Ginny’s room to add that I’d wait fifteen minutes for her to come talk,” Ron explained.

“And I’m guessing she never took you up on that offer?” Harry finished.

“Nope. I even waited longer, you know, just in case. I don’t know what else to do,” Ron lamented.

“Sorry, mate. I’m, er, sure it’ll all work out? Let’s go try out more of those ‘shot shots’ the twins have. There’s only a little over an hour until midnight anyways.” Harry’s suggestion didn’t really inspire Ron to move, so he took the initiative to get some sweets and a couple of twin’s newest items to bring back to Ron. He caught Ginny’s eye on the way back to Ron and silently shook his head.

Hermione came down shortly after. She figured she’d give Ron a five minute head start before returning downstairs in an attempt to make their plan believable. After all, they only had just over an hour to keep up the awkward row guise before managing to position themselves close enough for the countdown, where they’d shock everyone with a midnight kiss. It can’t come soon enough, Hermione thought to herself. She was already missing the feel of his lips against hers. 

If she didn’t want to stick it to Ginny and Harry with their meddling, she would have forgotten everything and just gone to climb into Ron’s lap where she noticed he was sitting again. She steeled herself against the thought and walked over to the refreshment table, forcing her traitorous body to stick to the plan. She picked up a couple of the different ‘shot’ shots the twins had played up earlier, as if trying to decide which to use. 

“Trying to decide which flavor to indulge in?” Fred had sidled up next to her, watching her contemplation.

“Er, yes, I think so. I just don’t know which to use.” Hermione was holding a shot labeled ‘spiced mead’. 

“It all depends on what you’re in the mood for, or what you’re going to pair it with. For instance, the firewhiskey would pair well with the cinnamon cookies mum made, and the spiced mead you’ve got there would go with the vanilla custard. My personal favorite is the chocolate liqueur with the raspberry shortbreads.”

Hermione set down the mead and picked up the chocolate one instead. “That does sound really good.” She moved down the table to pick up a raspberry shortbread, and injected the liquid from the shot into the cookie. She bit into it, and the taste overwhelmed her mouth. It really was the perfect combination of raspberry and chocolate. “Wow. Thank you, Fred. You and George really are quite talented when it comes to all of these creations.”

“A compliment from the one and only Hermione Granger? Well, thank you! Just wait until you see what’s in store next!” Fred looked down at his watch. “Speaking of, it’s time for the next reveal!” he said as George wheeled in something that was covered by a sheet.

Fred turned down the wireless a touch as George called everyone over. “Gather round to see our next creation!” Once he had everyone’s attention, he continued. “This is a party roulette wheel! There’s an enchanted notepad on the back where you can put the names of all the attendants and their names will magically appear on the wheel.”

“The wheel has many uses, and the notepads can be replenished when they're out so it’s not like you need to buy a brand new wheel each time. You can use it to pick partners, or to determine who answers a question, or really whatever you want it for!” Fred chimed in.

“It doesn’t have to be just names either. Could be anything! But for us, on this wonderful evening, we’re going to play Dance Partner Roullette!” George pulled the sheet off the object, revealing a brightly lit wheel with everyone’s names already included and ready to go. “At exactly 11:00, we are going to celebrate one hour to the new year as Lee plays a slow song over the wireless, and the wheel will pick your partner!”

“...but there’s an odd number of us,” remarked Tonks.

As if on cue, the back door opened, and Verity, the twin’s assistant at the shop, came in. “Not anymore!” said Fred. “Verity here has agreed to spend New Year’s with us, making an even ten,” he explained as George added her name to the notepad. The board shimmered as it updated to show her triangle now.

“Hi everyone! It was really very kind of the twins to invite me, as my family’s on holiday. I’m excited to see the new products in action,” Verity said with a big smile.

“Should we get started? We’ve only got five minutes until Lee plays the song.” George brought everyone back on task.

“How will it know once someone’s already been picked?” asked Hermione.

“Excellent question! Want to spin first and find out?” Fred smirked at her, clearly anticipating her question.

“Oh, I-” Hermione stuttered as Ginny pushed her towards the wheel.

“Come on, Hermione, spin the wheel!” Ginny encouraged.

With no other choice, Hermione grabbed hold of one of the pegs and pulled down on the wheel watching it spin round and round. No one noticed George adding something to the notepad as the wheel was spinning. The wheel slowed and came to a stop on none other than Ron’s name. She looked at the wheel in disbelief and then back at Fred and George.

“Excellent!” said Fred. “The wheel has spoken. Fleur, you next!”

Fleur walked up to the wheel as George crossed Hermione and Ron’s names off on the notepad, allowing them to dim on the board. “See? Now that your names are dim on the wheel, it won’t land on you again!” Fleur spun the wheel as George once again manipulated the outcome. He placed a star next to Bill’s name. He didn’t want to chance it, considering he knew what song Lee was going to play. Fleur smiled and walked effortlessly back over to Bill when it landed on his name. George crossed both their names off as Fred asked Tonks to come spin.

Tonks spun the wheel incredibly hard, and the onlookers were a bit worried it was going to break until it finally slowed down. Tonks gave a sheepish smile and made a retort about not knowing her own strength when the dial landed on George. Everyone laughed good-naturedly as Verity made her spin next. Ginny was pouting because she was last, and wouldn’t even get to spin due to the process of elimination.

“Guests should always be invited to spin first, little sis,” Fred reminded as he waved her off.

Verity’s spin landed on Fred, which left Harry and Ginny as partners. Ginny grinned at Harry, and made a comment about being glad she didn’t have to dance with any of her brothers as Fred turned the wireless back up. Ron was still on the outskirts of the circle by the chair, and Hermione was awkwardly standing next to Harry and Ginny.

“Don’t you dare think about running back upstairs to get out of this,” hissed Ginny into Hermione’s ear. 

The music started to play and Ginny pushed her towards Ron. Hermione stopped as awkwardly as she could in front of him. Despite having been in his embrace not longer than half an hour ago, Hermione still wasn’t sure what to do next. They were trying to continue the ruse, so she wasn’t sure how to proceed. She hadn’t anticipated this.

Just then, Ron held out his hand to her, and she took it as her other hand found his shoulder. Neither of them looked at the other, as Ron whispered, “Might as well play along. I reckon they’ll take more mickey out of us if we fight it.” Hermione felt his hand wrap tightly around her waist as she nodded in agreement.

They did a spectacular job at managing to not make eye contact, but still muttered comments to each other throughout the duration of the song.

“Oh, I love this song. It’s on the album I have upstairs.” Hermione said.

“Interesting song choice by Lee. ‘Specially considering the lyrics.” Ron added.

“It’s on the muggle wireless all the time. Ed Sheeran’s all the rage right now. The song’s called Thinking out Loud, and it’s one of the most popular on the weekly countdowns.”

“Maybe not as peculiar then. Wish they’d all stop staring,” Ron muttered. 

“Just ignore it,” Hermione said, trying to make her voice sound annoyed, though she was thoroughly enjoying this time in his arms.

Eventually, the song ended and they broke apart. Hermione was once again missing the warmth of his body. She quickly forgot though, as Ginny squealed when Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down Swingin’ came back on the wireless. The group fell into more dancing for the better part of the hour when all of a sudden it was already five minutes to midnight.

George was popping champagne and pouring it into the glasses on the table as Fred picked up the cylindrical objects to pass out to everyone. As Hermione took hers, she examined it. She noticed that there was a small button towards the large circular end.

“Don’t press the buttons, yet everyone! Not until midnight!” Fred said just in time, as Tonks was about to see what the button did.

“And make sure you point them at the ceiling, and not at anyone else!” George added. “These are only prototypes so we didn’t get the warnings etched on them, yet. Everyone come get a glass! It’s almost time!”

Just as Ginny was about to say ‘one minute,’ everyone’s attention was turned to the balloon wall. There was a soft pop and one of the balloons had turned into confetti raining towards the ground. No sooner did one pop, than another one start.

“Is that a countdown?!” asked Ginny eagerly.

“You guessed it! One balloon turns into confetti each second, leaving only the NYE 1997 balloons at the end,” Fred said triumphantly.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry were all gathered close together, and Hermione made sure she was by Ron’s side. Ron was trying really hard not to grin at her because it was almost time. They set their champagne glasses on the side table in the midst of the countdown craziness.

Tonks started the ten second countdown and everyone chimed in, “10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone cried as they pushed the buttons on the cylinders, which exploded more silver and gold confetti, and the balloons that had been outfitting the ceiling also turned into confetti that rained down on them. Bill and Fleur embraced in a kiss as Harry and Ginny hugged. Hermione looked up at Ron who cocked his eyebrow at her, and she nodded. In one swift movement, he pulled her in and kissed her again, this time for everyone to see. He didn’t break apart immediately, instead deepening the kiss slightly in an effort to show Hermione how much he cared. Too soon, though, they did pull apart, both grinning from ear to ear.

“What the fu-” Their moment was interrupted by Ginny who was watching them with widened eyes. Harry stood next to her, his mouth wide open and also shocked. The rest of the crowd either showed knowing smirks or mildly surprised faces.

“What?” asked Ron nonchalantly.

“But- you said- I’m missing something here,” Harry tried, but couldn’t formulate a full sentence.

Ron and Hermione laughed. “Gotcha!” Ron said. 

“So you’re sorted then?” Harry asked as they both nodded.

“Finally!” Ginny shouted as Fred and George held up their champagne glasses.

“To the new year!” they cried as everyone echoed in kind to the toast. 

“And hopefully the best year yet,” Ron whispered in Hermione’s ear as he kissed her cheek. She smiled as she nuzzled into his neck. The year may not be free of danger, what with being Harry Potter’s best friend, but she could worry about that later. For now, they’d celebrate the new year and their new relationship.

#romione #ron x hermione #Ron and Hermione

[redhairedfeistynerd]

Twelve Days

For @daffodilsbucky 1k Writing Challenge.Congrats to you and here’s to many more followers <3

I chose ‘they were roommates’

This has a bit of a spin on The Twelve Days of Christmas. I will hopefully get a chapter out each week, 12 in total plus a ‘behind the scenes’ sort of deal.

Bucky Barnes X Reader, Steve Rogers, other Avengers popping in and out

Warnings: Angst, swearing, drinking, mild sexual content

I’ll update warnings as I post each chapter

word count: 1500+

Twelve Days: Part 1

Catching one last snowflake on your tongue, you pushed open the gate to your yard, walking down the snow-covered path to the porch. Stomping the snow off your boots as you walked up each stair, you noticed a small box sitting on your door mat. One individual box, nothing more, nothing less. The package was wrapped perfectly, folded paper, twine twisted around, a pine clipping attached to a small card, and a bow tied on top. Reaching down, you flipped the tag over with your gloved hand and read what was written; the card was addressed to you. An unrecognizable script stating it was from a secret admirer. A secret admirer?

You took a second look at the card, thinking that you had misread the fancy handwriting, it was definitely addressed to you. Your name, the curves and arches flowing together so beautifully. Someone had taken the time to write each letter with care, delicately. Flipping the tag over to see if there are any other clues as to where this box came from, you find several lines written in the same black lettering.

Twelve days of gifts

To keep you merry,

Twelve days of poetry,

On handmade stationary,

Twelve days to show you,

What you mean to me,

Twelve days to figure out

Who I may be,

Twelve days …

Your cheeks begin to warm once you finish reading the tag and you read it again to make sense of what it says. You had to laugh, how silly was this? Someone was going to give YOU a gift for the next twelve days. Who in their right mind would spend twelve days (after all the holiday chaos that was only starting to wrap up) sending you gifts? This had to be your roommates pulling a fast one on you; trying to get some sort of rise out of you.

The box in one hand and your house key in the other, you unlock the front door to your place, toeing off your wet boots before stepping into the entryway and shutting the door behind you. Silence. The guys must be finishing up with their families, brunches for each, followed by a quick gift exchange and home to spend the evening with you.

The evening before the three of you attended a holiday party – dinner, drinks, and dancing late into the night. Each guest brought a gift under $20, you had to draw a number and whoever had the same, exchanged gifts with you. You went home with a beautiful handmade mug, the lines of the mountains that sat behind your house scratched into it, the green trees reached up high, and wildlife ran across the bottom of the mug. Wanda’s artistic talent always took your breath away – you hugged her so hard she had squealed, the party-goers turning over to look at the two of you during your moment of thanks.  

Wanda’s gift in hand and coffee to the rim, you carried the gift into the living room where you were finishing up New Year’s cards for your family and friends. Each card had a positive comment written, you wanted to end this year on a good note and spread the love to those you cared about.

Placing the box on the coffee table, you sit down on the pillow you had placed on the floor and stare at the gift. Bending down further, now eye level with the perfectly wrapped cube, you spin the box around, checking out each of its sides.  You sit and contemplate whether to open it or wait until your roommates return home from work. Taking a quick photo, knowing that your friends will want to see what was left for you on the porch today and for the days to follow. Pulling at the twine running the rough strands between your fingers, the knot loosens and you pull the bow, the twine falling to the table. You run your eyes over the script on the small card, reassuring yourself that it was addressed to you before sliding it to your left and pulling back the first piece of tape from the bottom of the box. The paper is thick, the same paper you would wrap a parcel in to ship off to your grandmother. It’s incredibly hard not to tear everything off and throw the paper on the floor but the mystery of what’s inside keeps you grounded. The paper off and a beautiful gold box sits before you, opening the lid with the utmost care, your eyes widen; nestled in between sparkly sheets of tissue paper lay a pair of earrings. Gold hoops, the size of a dollar coin stare up at you and trigger a not so recent memory. You remember these hoops; you had a pair a few years back and you know that you lost one somewhere in the house but you never found the missing one. But who knew about that or remembered it for that matter? Running your hand over the hoops, you smile, your grandmother had given you hoops one year for your birthday; the thought of her, warmed your heart. Pulling the backing off each hoop, you pushed one through your right lobe and then your left, securely fastening them, cautious that you could lose one again. This gift was thoughtful, meaningful, but who knew about the memories the original earrings held?

Your heart full, you took another sip of coffee and continued on with the cards, the gratitude in your heart stronger now and waiting to be spilled onto the card stock.  

Steve walks in the door that evening, freshly showered, gym bag slung over his right shoulder. He smiles at you from down the hallway. “Something smells good, is that...”

“Yes Steve, my special lasagna, I thought I would treat you boys to a good meal tonight. Should I pour you a glass of wine, handsome?” You ask, holding up the bottle of red of him to see.  

“My my, aren’t we fancy this evening. I’m in.” You hear him drop his bag in his room before he steps into the kitchen. “Is Buck around?” Steve asks and makes his way to the counter, picking a piece of cucumber out of the salad you had prepared and popping it in his mouth. Shooting him a look, he winks and gives you one of his charming smiles.  

Pouring a glass for Steve, you sliding it across the counter to him, “You know, I haven’t crossed paths with him today but I have been in my own little world. I finished up a bunch of chores around the house and then the strangest thing happened earlier today-  

You’re cut off by the back-door slamming shut, rattling the dishes in the cabinet, cursing follows immediately after. You shake your head, knowing that it could be no other than Bucky Barnes, roommate extraordinaire. You look back to Steve, his eyebrows raised, and wine glass halfway to his lips.

“I guess his day didn’t go exactly as planned.”

“What do you mean? He seems as happy as a can be,” you joke and take a sip of your wine.

Steve smiles back at you, but you know deep down he’s worrying about Bucky. For as long as you have known the duo, they have been inseparable. They made each other laugh and they were there for each other when one needed to be consoled. You admired their friendship, the honesty and compassion that they had for each other.  

Steve looked to you, concern crossing his face. “You better not be thinking about knocking on his door. I know you; you’re always trying to pull him out of his moods and he does nothing but shit on you. “

“Why not? You do it all the time,” you say scooping a noodle into your mouth.

“It’s different, no matter what we say to each other, we can always fix it, there’s an understanding between us. I feel like you keep pushing yourself to help him and I’m not sure why. He doesn’t always treat you the way I think you want to be treated. You know I care about both of you and I don’t want either of you to explode.”

Steve keeps shoveling food into his mouth, finally silencing his big mouth. You had heard it all before and he would probably say it 1000 more times.  

You couldn’t help it, you had a soft spot for Bucky Barnes, even if he had broken your heart years earlier. No, no, you shouldn’t underplay what happened, he did more than break your heart, he ripped it out of your chest, tossed it to the dirty floor and stomped on it, twice for good measure. You let out a sigh, Steve catching your gaze before you dropped your eyes back to the food on your plate. Dinner is a silent affair tonight, Steve finishes up, thanks you and heads to his room, claiming that the holidays had worn him out and sleep was calling.

You knock, gently at first and wait a minute. Nothing. No sound coming from within, so you reach up and knock again, this time louder. The door to Bucky’s room swings open, darkness behind him as he steps out in front of you. “What?”

You hold out the plate you had made him for dinner, lasagna and salad with the homemade dressing he loved so much. “I saved dinner for you,” you said, holding the plate out to him, an offering, something to hopefully cheer him up.

“I’m really not hungry and I’d really appreciate it if you stopped coming by my room every time you think there is some sort of issue.” He stares at you, eyes cold, waiting for you to leave.

Pulling the plate back and taking a deep breath in, you try to compose yourself, you cannot let Bucky Barnes draw tears from your eyes again. “I want you to know that I care about you and I’m here if you want to talk,” you say, your voice wavering, the tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” spat Bucky, slamming the door in your face, the force blowing stands of your hair across your nose.

You freeze, shocked at Bucky’s actions, the look of hatred on his face, the anger in his voice. Maybe it was the time of year, or maybe he didn’t want you near him at all; you really weren’t sure. In the last few months, something had changed within Bucky. He avoided you when possible, your conversations had gone from friendly to nonexistent. For two years you had coexisted peacefully and now, whatever was going on with Bucky, was a mystery to you.  

You carry the lasagna back into the kitchen and packed it up into a Tupperware container, there was always a chance that he would want a late evening meal. There you go, still thinking about him and trying to please him; Steve was right. You sighed, placing the leftovers in the fridge. Pouring yourself another glass of wine, you cleaned up the rest of the mess from dinner, wondering what you had done recently to set off Bucky Barnes.

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Downfall Of Us All: Chapter 8

Downfall Of Us All

Chapter 8 

AN: Thank you, to everyone who is enjoying the story and thank you to @jtargaryen18 for sending me positive thoughts.

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Warnings: Character death, mention of past sexual assault and PTSD.

They reached the kitchen without anyone catching them, but Grace swore she could hear the soundtrack for Swan Lake playing in the distance. Maybe it was just her imagination. Clint grabbed a pack of chocolate cookies, while Grace made the popcorn, and some salted caramel brownies. There was plenty of stuff left over, as they sneakily went to Clint's bedroom. Clint was amused to see Grace's cats were asleep on the lounge near his bed, with Lucky settled peacefully on the large dog bed. He turned on Netflix, and found a film called Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol. He waited until Grace was comfortable and played the film, as they sat together in a comfortable silence while watching the film. Grace felt safe around Clint, he reminded her of a fierce hawk. She smiled, and offered him the plate of brownies, he took one and bit into it with a smile of thanks. They both watched the film, and were impressed so far.

Bucky found himself unable to sleep again, his nightmares were constantly waking him, and it made him hate what he was even more. He hated HYDRA, and he hated the KGB for turning him into the Winter Soldier. At least he wasn't that anymore, he preferred the name White Wolf that the Wakandan children had given him during his stay with the kind, gentle villagers. He heard music playing from the ballet studio, and curiously went to see what was going on. He was surprised to see it was Sophie, and she was dancing to Swan Lake, her movements graceful. It was reminding Bucky of Natasha, if he thought about it. "You're up late, doll." Bucky said quietly, Sophie jumped at hearing his voice, and turned around to face him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake up anyone. I just couldn't sleep, my mind's just a jumbled mess," Sophie explained shyly, she was wearing a grey tank top with a pair of black sweatpants. Her eyes strayed to Bucky, he was in a pair of black sweatpants and shirtless, his left metal arm glowing in the dim lighting. She could see the gold outlines on his left metal arm. He looked intimidating but at the same time gentle, she cautiously put a hand on his left arm feeling him shiver against her touch. He swallowed roughly, and turned his face away. "Monster," he said bitterly, Sophie shook her head and squeezed his metal hand gently. She didn't think he was a monster, he'd been used as a weapon by HYDRA and the Soviet Union. "I think you should be calling me that, James. I was born out of rape, a lot of people would think I'm a monster." Sophie said quietly, feeling heartbroken at how terrified her mother must have been as had their father had been. "You weren't given a choice Sophie, your father...I remember him vaguely. My memories are slowly coming back, I write them in my journals," Bucky explained quietly, and Sophie looked at him quietly. "So, they're memory books?" She asked stunned, a part of her felt terrible for how Bucky must feel having to have these horrific memories of his crimes. He was a victim, just like her parents and Grace had been. The thought of what Grace had been put through, horrified her when they heard Jarvis speak. "Shall, I turn off the music Miss Sophie?" The AI asked politely, Sophie nodded in agreement at his suggestion. "Yes please, Jarvis." She said softly and looked at Bucky who was fussing over Raymond who'd come to visit. The Bengal rescue cat purred loudly and allowed him to stroke his chin.

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, I started journaling not long after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and I was a fugitive for a couple of years." Sophie stopped to consider that. "You must have been… I can't imagine what that was like for you. All of a sudden you were free in a world that was so different from the one you came from. Was there no one to help you? Anyone?" Bucky shrugged, continuing to pet Raymond. "I could have gone to Steve. I should have gone to Steve. I spent most of that time avoiding him and he was just trying to help me." "Did you remember him at all?" Sophie wondered. "I know you were close before all of that happened to you." "In bits and pieces, Sophie," he admitted. "What I read about him in the Smithsonian seemed like an encyclopaedia next to what I remembered about him then. He said he was my friend but… I didn't know who to trust." His gaze met hers, the sympathy in her expression made him pause. "That's why I want to help you and your sister, I guess. I have an idea of what it's like to be tossed away when you're no longer useful and have to try and survive in a place you're completely unprepared for." He handed her Raymond, glancing around the ballet studio. "I'm grateful that you and Grace are here. This might not be what you wanted but it's better than falling into HYDRA's hands." Wrapping her arms carefully around her cat, she nodded. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous about all of this, Bucky. I'm used to making cakes, not kicking ass." He laughed at that. "You'll do better than you think," he told her. "You showed a lot of promise today." "Yeah." Rolling her eyes, she put Raymond down at her feet. "I appreciate you trying to make me feel like I was… getting somewhere with that." "You did great," he told her. "And you weren't acting at all?" she said with a challenge. He'd kind of guessed that she was proud. He was starting to realize that he'd only just scratched that surface. "I wasn't acting at all," he said seriously. Sophie seemed to consider that. "I guess it wasn't terrible then. Grace showed me up." "She took down Peter." He snorted. "He wouldn't have gotten up off that mat so fast if you'd been the one who nailed him." She nodded, seeming embarrassed by the praise. "We could match you up with someone else to spar if that would help," he offered. "If that would make you feel better." "No," she said quickly, her face darkening. "No, I'd rather work with you. I don't want easier to feed my ego. You give me something to work towards. If I ever get to a point where I can take you down, well, I'll have some sense of accomplishment." "You will, huh?" Sophie was flustered, and it was adorable. "Don't make fun of me," she said with a nervous laugh. "Wouldn't dare, doll," he said with all honesty. "There's a lot of things I can't do. I couldn't make a cake to save my life. Hell, I can barely heat canned and frozen stuff when I have to." Her laugh was a warm, beautiful sound. "I sure couldn't dance like that," he admitted. "You can't dance at all?" She quirked a brow at him. "I didn't say that," he explained. "Used to love going dancing before I went into the army. I'd stay out on the floor with the dames—ladies for hours. Used to drive Steve nuts when I'd set him up on a blind date and drag him along." "Show me," Sophie challenged him. "We're up anyway. Dance with me."

"You're on doll," Bucky said intrigued, and he gently held her by the waist as Jarvis began playing slow jazz music on the speakers. He effortlessly spun her around, and pulled her into his arms, as they began doing a very intimate dance. He distantly recalled dancing before the war, and Sophie smiled at him as he threw her over his shoulder in an effortless move. She laughed, and they continued to dance. He didn't feel like a monster and smiled as the music changed to swan lake. He watched impressed as Sophie pointed her toes and leaned against the bar up against the mirror. She smiled at him, and he pulled her into him as they did pas de deux, and he smiled when she did the spin with attitude. She was like one of those miniature ballet dancers in a music box, spinning around delicately. "I'll catch you, trust me," he said quietly, she nodded at him and did the split leap, landing gracefully in his arms as the soundtrack finished dramatically. Neither of them had noticed Steve, and Natasha watching them.

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"It's like watching a Soviet Union version of Swan Lake, you know?" Natasha said softly, as they both watched Bucky and Sophie perform ballet. Steve nodded in agreement, he couldn't help but admire Bucky's dance moves, which clearly had ballet incorporated into the choreography.

Sophie performed a split leap, which would make any gymnast jealous as the music began ending dramatically. She landed gracefully in Bucky's arms, and Steve smiled.

Bucky looked relaxed, and happy. He was happy that Sophie had been able to make him, smile.

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Clint woke up to see that Grace was fast asleep, and it was three AM in the morning. He vaguely remembered that after watching Mission Impossible, they'd brushed their teeth and put the food away. He quietly put the quilt around her, and she curled up into him even more, seeking his warmth. He stilled, but relaxed and laid down beside her. Laura hadn't liked him holding her too much, that should have signalled warning bells, but he'd been in love with her. He had genuinely thought she had loved him and look how that turned out. Last night, Grace had comforted him and confessed that she felt the exact same way as he did about her son. She knew his pain, and the terrible heartache it left. Unlike Grace, he had closure, but she didn't have that small comfort. She'd been left in an agonising limbo with her sister, ever since S.H.I.E.L.D had taken Zach away. Hopefully they would find him, he felt Grace trembling in the bedsheets and saw she was crying fearfully. "Please don't do this, just let me go home. I swear I won't tell anyone," she sobbed frightened.

"Grace?" He muttered, his voice rough from sleep. "Please don't," she began to cry in her sleep. "Don't touch me. Please. I just want to go home—" "Grace!" Clint had firmly grasped her upper arms and shook her enough to awaken her but not enough to make her terror worse. "Gracie, wake up." Her eyes flew open, rolling around wildly until she began to focus on him. Her palm smoothed up to his face, staring hard at him for a moment as if she didn't know him. "Grace, it's Clint. It's me. Breathe," he whispered. Tears ran over her cheeks. Christ, she looked so scared. "Clint?" She asked, sounding so small. "Yeah, it's me," he told her, keeping his voice calm. "You're safe. I've got you." Her eyes scanned the room frantically, she seemed to be remembering how she'd got there and why. "He's not here?" "No, honey, he's not. Just me. You're safe with me," he whispered. "Please breathe. You're scaring me." It reminded him of the nightmares Cooper used to have when he was small, worried about monsters killing his daddy. She sucked in air before a sob ripped from her chest, a low painful sound that broke his heart as he watched her crumble. "Come here," he whispered, pulling her to his chest and holding her close. "It's okay. I've got you. You're safe with me." "Oh my God, Clint," she managed between sobs and breaths. "He's… he's still out there." "Not for long," he swore. Brock Rumlow's days were numbered. Clint would personally guarantee that. "What if he… f-finds me?" Her voice sounded so broken. "One day," Clint told her, rubbing small circles on her back, "he will find us. You and me. And we'll finish him, Grace. We'll keep him from ever hurting anyone else. I promise." Her arms wrapped around him, held him tight. He felt her nod against his chest. "Yes… yes, we will. I want to be there, Clint," she said, sounding stronger. Pulling back, she stared up into his face, her eyes filled with shadows of the pain he felt. "I want to be there to see it." Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he pulled her into his chest and stretched out on his back. "You'll be there, Grace. You'll see it." Nodding, she rested her head on his chest, throwing one slim leg across his own as she sought comfort. Trusting him as her sobs faded and her breaths slowed down into the cadence of sleep. Clint, who had a hard time sleeping himself, just enjoyed holding her. Her sleep seemed peaceful now and he'd take that. She'd need her sleep for the days ahead. He wasn't just telling her nonsense to get her to go back to sleep. He'd meant every word he'd said. He didn't care if Rumlow found him or it was the other way around. The outcome would be the same. Rumlow was already dead.

Clint had never hated someone as much as he did about Rumlow, and Laura but he did hate them. He'd make Rumlow suffer for what he'd done to Grace, and all of his other victims. He held Grace close and leaned back against the pillows as Starling came over and sat by his feet. The black cat purring lightly, as he lulled Clint into a restful sleep.

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Jarvis woke up the team for their morning training session, causing a bleary-eyed Tony to stumble out of his bedroom. His dark brown hair was tousled, and his Metallica t-shirt looked like it was covered in motor oil. "Eat breakfast, then we'll be doing team training," Steve said amused, when he saw Bucky and Sophie coming together, Bucky had a peaceful expression on his face while Sophie looked more at ease than she had yesterday. "Who's turn is it to cook?" Natasha asked curiously, the team had come up with a weekly rota, so each team member could cook breakfast, lunch and dinner. "Mine, Sam cooked yesterday." Bucky answered, as he began getting the ingredients out for Belgian waffles, pancakes and beef sausages. "Are we doing the training, and then eating?" Sophie asked tentatively, she didn't know how this worked out but was curious about how the team did it. "We'll be eating breakfast, and then doing training, shortly. We want you to build muscle, not waste away." Natasha explained patiently, and Sophie smiled in understanding. "Mr Stark, there are two police officers wishing to speak with you," Jarvis announced, Tony frowned but nodded at the AI. "Let them in, Jarvis." He said wearily, and they heard a car driving into the car park before seeing on the security camera two non-uniformed police officers entering. "Mr Stark, I'm Lieutenant Olivia Benson and this is my partner, Detective Amanda Rollins. I'm afraid, something has happened to Happy Hogan." The woman said gently. The room became quiet, everyone looked worried and Tony had paled considerably. "Is Happy alright? Where is he?" Tony asked worriedly, he cared a lot about Happy and the man had always supported him. "I'm so sorry Mr Stark, but Happy Hogan was found murdered this morning outside Stark Industries. Do you know where we can find Virginia Potts? She was the last person who Happy spoke to." Olivia explained sympathetically, her hazel eyes meeting his. Tony opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Happy was dead......someone had murdered his close friend, and he felt sick to his stomach. The others looked at him worriedly, wanting to say something to try and console him. "I haven't spoken to Pepper since yesterday morning, she wants a divorce and I'm signing the papers today," Tony said quietly, feeling distraught. Who would want to kill Happy?

"Are you… are you sure it's him? Has the body been identified?" Tony tried, praying with everything he had that this was a mistake, that he and Happy could laugh it off later.

"You can help us with that, positive identification," Detective Rollins told him. "If you'd come with us."

Natasha gently embraced Tony from behind. "Maybe this is a mistake," she whispered.

Tony felt fragile at the moment like Nat was holding him up.

"Stay here and manage things," Tony told her. "I won't be long."

To Steve he nodded. "Take care of things, Cap."

Steve's face mirrored the sadness that was crushing him from the inside. Steve clamped a hand on his shoulder.

"Whatever you need," Steve told him.

Tony saw Bucky and the one spider girl, read their concern. Since when did people feel sorry for him? Pity him?

At least he had his shoes on as he trudged after the two policewomen and headed out of the front of the compound. The detective – her name was Amanda, right? – turned back to him as she motioned to their unmarked sedan.

"Would you like to bring someone with you, Mr. Stark?" she offered.

Tony felt lost, realizing everyone was back up in the kitchen. Glancing up and down the sidewalk, he saw one small woman coming up the walk, lugging a bag as big as she was. Her dark brown hair had gold highlights in the sun and it looked like she'd spent some time styling it. Her blouse and skirt looked professional, the heels he could tell she wasn't used to walking in were scuffed already and there was a huge runner in her stockings as she carried the bag up to the sidewalk.

Deliberately he came to a stop in front of her. "Who are you?"

Her mouth dropped open when she glanced up at him, her grey eyes wide. "Lillia Dumitrescu."

"Do you work here?"

The young woman nodded. "It's my first day."

She was adorable, and she would do.

"You work for me?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark."

"Okay, we're going to the police station," he told her before opening the back door and ushering her in the back of the car, huge bag and all. "Get in."

Once they were settled, she sat demurely in the back with her hands folded in her lap. "Am I in trouble, Mr. Stark?"

Tony shook his head. "I just need someone to come with me to the police station."

"Okay."

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saturday nights - p.p oneshot

pairing: peter parker x reader

requested: no

summary: saturday night belonged to you and peter. what happens when he doesn’t show up for the first time?

warnings: mentions of blood and some super fluffy peter parker

words: 1.6k

A/N: after the lukewarm response for the trailer i debated posting this at all but i needed something new to post while i worked on other stuff so here you go. its unedited trash and probably really bad but then again that describes most of my writing :)

feedback as always is appreciated

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Your Saturday nights were reserved. Saturday nights were for Peter Parker. They were the nights that he would swing through your window and spend the entire time with you. No distractions, no super-secret hero duties, just you and him. And they were your favourite time. Peter Parker had your Saturday nights all to himself.

It felt like it had always been this way. I mean, it technically had. Ever since you’d become friends it had sort of become your routine. Something you’d both just accepted. Something you both secretly loved more than anything else. Peter would find himself counting down the minutes till Saturday on Friday, or sometimes if he was desperate to see you, Thursday. You’d be wishing it was Saturday night again the minute Sunday morning woke you up.

He always arrived at the same time. Right before the sun would set when there was still a golden glow in the sky. Right before the air would turn cold and the city fell asleep. That’s when you’d hear the gentle thud on your fire escape followed by three soft knocks at your window. Always three. Never more, never less. You’d let him inside, leaving just enough time between the knocks and you getting to the window to make it less obvious that you’d been waiting for him.

He’d always have his school backpack with him and each time he’d earn a shake of your head when he’d arrive with a new one. You’d give him a smile, knowing exactly what happened to the last. Inside would always be a change of clothes because as you’d discovered in the beginning it was not comfortable to cuddle while wearing lycra, and some sort of snack to share.

Sometimes it would be cookies, other times popcorn. Once he even brought apples and you both burst into fits of laughter when he pulled them out because he’d looked like he was about to practice his juggling skills. But it was constant. Something in your life that you could rely on. You found yourself wishing every night was Saturday night.

Tonight was no different. Your favourite time of the week had rolled around once again and you were perched on your bed reading a book. Well not really reading, but you didn’t want Peter to know that you were just sitting around waiting for him. You wanted to at least look like you were a little busy. Although you suspected he’d be able to see through your facade. He read you a lot better than you faked reading your book.

You glanced at the clock. 8.17pm. He was a little later than he usually was but you weren’t worried. Not instantly anyway. You went back to impatiently ‘reading’ your book but as the minutes trickled on you found yourself getting more and more anxious. 9.58pm.10.47pm. 11.23pm. 12.03am. Hour by hour your precious Saturday night disappeared, and Peter didn’t show up. For the first time, Peter didn’t show up.

You checked your phone to make sure you hadn’t missed a text from him. A message telling you he was sick or he had more homework than usual and couldn’t make it. But there was nothing. No messages. Sighing in defeat and throwing you unread book onto the floor you went over and latched your window. Figuring there was no need for it to be open now that Saturday night was over. You prepped yourself for bed. Spending extra time washing your face and brushing your teeth in the hopes that maybe Peter would still show up.

He didn’t.

By the time you curled up in bed, it was past 2am and Sunday morning was creeping in quickly.  While you were exhausted, you were also sad. But the kind of sadness that you can’t really place. The kind that just sort of settles in your stomach and you’re not exactly sure why its made a home there. You knew there was probably some rational explanation for why Peter hadn’t shown up. Still, you fell asleep with this ache in your chest.

You woke up suddenly to the sound of violent pounding at your window. Your heart was racing as your hands fumbled for your bedside lamp, eyes catching sight of the clock. 3.59am. You dragged yourself from the bed, sleepily and with a shaky hand, you pulled open the blinds. Your eyes fought to adjust to the image outside the window but when they did they were met with the black eyes of everyone’s favourite friendly neighbourhood spiderman.

You didn’t waste another second and pulled open the latch, throwing open the window perhaps more violently than necessary. Peter practically fell into your arms. He hadn’t even taken the mask off but you could tell something was wrong. His breathing was laboured and he clung onto your thin t-shirt like his life depended on it.

You managed to drag him across to your unmade bed and he sunk down into it, knees buckling under him. Your hands caught the edges of his mask but before you could pull it up his hands grabbed your wrists halting your movements. You gave him a quizzical expression, his returning one unreadable under the mask.

“Please?’ You prompted gently as you removed his hands from your wrists. He just nodded softly for you to remove the mask.

You continued to pull at the mask, earning a couple winces from Peter. When it was off were met with one of his boyish lopsided smiles and his messy chocolate hair, nothing you hadn’t seen hundreds of times before. One difference was that his face was covered in bruises. His lip was split, he had a nasty black eye forming and there was dried blood caking various parts of his face. You couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips as you recoiled from him.

“Should have probably kept the mask on, huh?” He chuckled, groaning as it caused the cut on his lip to reopen.

“Peter… What happened?” You questioned. Taking one of his still covered hands into yours, thumb running over the smooth red and blue material as his fingers danced in your palm. He could detect fear in your voice, and anger. Not anger directed towards him. Anger directed towards whoever did that to him.

“You should see the other guys.” He chuckled, gasping slightly and grabbing his side. You couldn’t bear to look at him all battered and bruised. 

“Hang on, I’m gonna clean you up.” You breathed out. Dropping his hand and motioning towards the bathroom

“You don’t have to I can manage.” He argued. Reaching out to grab your wrist which caused you to spin slightly and almost land in his lap. You steadied yourself on his shoulders and brushed one of his curls off of his forehead.

“You’re kidding right?” You muttered shaking your head lightly and turning away out of his grasp, heading to the bathroom to grab a wet flannel and the first aid kit.

“I can manage…” he protested, attempting to stand up from the bed only for his knees to collapse under him and for him to land with a ‘humpf’ back onto the bed. “Okay maybe you’re right.”

When you came back with everything you needed you positioned yourself in between Peter’s legs, holding onto one of his shoulders as you dabbed the flannel on areas where the blood had dried into his skin. He focused on your eyes and the way you bit your lip in concentration to distract him from the stinging sensation he felt, despite how gentle you were being.  

Moments later and he looked fairly normal, except from the black eye, but there wasn’t much you could do about that. You’d found a t-shirt that would fit him so he could get out of the skintight suit that was no doubt concealing more bruising that was blooming across his body.

You got him to lay down in bed, and you were covering his body with the duvet before you prepared to go and make yourself comfortable on the couch but before you could his hand shot out and grabbed you wrist for the third time that night. He pulled you towards him, forgetting he had super strength which caused you to stumble and it took every ounce of strength you had not to land on top of him. You didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was.

“Peter!” You gasped, landing just beside him. You couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across your face. You had to admit he looked really cute lying in your bed, and you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat. You tried to lighten the mood and distract yourself from the pounding in your chest as you looked at him.

“You better not make a habit of showing up on Sunday morning instead of Saturday night Parker.” You whispered, quiet enough that if he hadn’t been listening he might have missed it.

“Okay, I’ll promise, on one condition.” He spoke softly, tone measured.

“What?” You mumbled, nibbling at your fingernail, your brain wondering what he could possibly want to distract you from the way you stomach tightened as you looked into his eyes.

“Cuddle me?” He whispered. You tilted your head to him, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. You hoped your cheeks hadn’t betrayed you, but you knew you were probably blushing shade of raspberry right now. Why did Peter Parker have to be so darn cute?

“Of course.” You breathed, running a hand through his tangled locks before he pulled you on top of him. He pressed his lips gently to your forehead before he mumbled against it.

“At this rate, I won’t need to worry about showing up on Sunday morning because I’ll already be here.” He pulled away to look at you and chuckled at your mock shocked expression. His eyes were sparkling cheekily and you playfully slapped him across the chest, being careful to avoid any area that might be delicate.

“Peter Benjamin Parker!”

Hopefully, you’d be spending more than just Saturday nights together.

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Worth It

Story Summary: After working hard for so many years, y/n finds herself finds herself accepting a once in a lifetime opportunity. Her rose colored lenses just might shatter when she’s thrown into the life of working for idols. 

Pairing: Park Jimin x Choreographer reader

Warnings: Future warning will appear but for now it’s pretty safe

Chapter 1: First Meeting

Word Count: 10.8k

Rating: T (for now)

My eyes soak in the new scenery with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as my hands gripping at my bag thrown over my shoulder. I’ve spent the past four years prepping for this big move. Three years of intense studying, countless sleepless night researching, and beyond exhausting training. In my chest my heart pounds loudly as my feet stop at the threshold of the large building. My lungs suck in a shaky breath as I walk through the glass door.

A small smile graces my lips as I’m greeted by an older woman standing in the large lobby. Our greeting is short as she hands me a key card explaining that it will give me access to the building whenever I want and it’s the only way to get into some of the rooms throughout the building. We take a short elevator ride up to the second floor where she takes me to a decent sized office that already has all the works set up. She informs me that this will be mine and I can do whatever I want with it. Setting my bag down, I follow her back into the hallway.

“I was told by Bang-shi that your requests went through. All of the members are waiting in the third practice room, they’ve already ran through their daily routine. It’s almost time for them to leave so it looks like your plane landed just in time. Oh and also only Namjoon knows of the arrangements.” Her voice is soft and sweet as we stop in front of a large door. I can hear my heart pounding in my chest, it almost drowns her out.

“Thank you.” Bowing politely, my hand reaches out to grab ahold of the door knob and I take in one last shaky breath. It’s now or never. Twisting my wrist slowly the door opens and I see all seven members huddled together on the ground breathing heavily. My nerves are shot as six pairs of dark chocolate eyes lock onto me with confusion clear on their face. Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, my eyes look over to Namjoon in desperation calling out for help.

“Y/n! I never thought you would make it.” He practically jumps up from his spot on the floor to come greet me. My small frame is engulfed by his large one in a tight hug. I can’t help but to return the greeting. It’s been a few years since we’ve seen each other in person and it feels good to see my dear friend.

Unwrapping from each other I take a step back to smile up at him, “It’s good to see you Namjoon. There was a six hour delay in L.A. so I guess my one day trip turned into two.”

“That’s terrible. We know all about long flights, hopefully you won’t have another one for a while so you can recover.” He’s always so sincere when we talk, it’s one of the many reasons why I value him as a close friend. I rock on the balls of my feet to look around him to the other members that are sitting completely still and quiet. Observing their leader hug a complete stranger, well to them anyways.

“Oh, yeah I guess I should introduce you all. Everyone this is Y/n, Y/n this is BTS.” Of course I knew who all of them are, almost everyone in the world has heard of BTS. Internally I’m a blushing mess, ever since they’ve debuted I’ve been a fan. They are all so talented and so dedicated to their music and fans. It was always a dream to work with them. And now I get that opportunity. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wave at them with a large smile spreading on my lips.

“Hi everyone! Like Namjoon said I’m Y/n and from here on out I’ll be the new head choreographer and lead dance instructor for BTS.” Even through my nerves the words come out clear with no mispronunciations, Namjoon beams a huge smile at me, the pride written all over his face. Thank goodness he was one of my main tutors over the years.

Slowly the other rise from their spots on the floor and make their way over to us. Jungkook is the first person to reach us with a clear confused expression, “Really? You don’t look old enough to be our dance instructor.”

He’s instantly reprimanded by Namjoon and Jin with a smack on the back of the head. Honestly I’ll take that as a compliment because right now I must look like a complete mess.

“I thought I raised you better than that. You never ask a lady their age or assume it. Especially someone you just met.” Jin scolds as he extends a hand out to shake mine. I place my hand in his lightly and gently squeeze, muttering a nice to meet you as the others form around us.

“Shame Kookie, you do realize you’re a baby yourself. But yes, she’s old enough and she’s very talented when it comes to choreography and dance. She was worth bringing all the way from America too.” Namjoon defends me as he jabs my ribs playfully at the last comment. A slight heat rises on my cheeks and I shift on my feet slightly trying to distract myself. Another hand reaches out towards me and my face turns into fire as I see the owner, Park Jimin. I can’t help but fangirl mentally, after all Jimin is an amazing dancer! Maybe there are a few things he can teach me after the important stuff is out of the way.

“Nice to meet you.” Jimin’s eyes close into half crescents as I shake his hand, thankfully he doesn’t see the deep blush that sets in as I set my hand into his.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” Thank goodness I didn’t stutter. When he releases my hand I shove them into the pocket of my hoodie and smile at the others. It all seems so formal, I mean after all I’m going to be working with them almost everyday for at least two years.

“We still have a few minutes left of practice time, is there anything you want to do Y/n?” Taehyung asks with a strange curiosity, almost like he wants to evaluate the abilities that Namjoon just stated. I can’t help but smirk a little at the idea of showing off to them. But first I want to watch them run through a song or two just to get a feel of their styles. Watching them on stage and on a screen is definitely different than in person.

“Will you guys run through a song or two? Your choice of course.” I add in the last part sweetly, the last thing I want for them to think is that I’m going to work them to death.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as soon as the words leave my mouth and he runs off towards the stereo system, phone in hand. Jimin and Hoseok light up as well and run after the maknae muttering which songs they want to do. Yoongi groans about wanting to go sleep but manages to walk over to the stereo with the others, leaving Namjoon and I alone.

The breath I had been holding in comes out as a heavy sigh and I feel some of the tension leave my body. Turning on my heels I look around the room to realize it’s huge, one of the biggest practice studios I’ve ever been in. My inner dancer can’t wait to have it all to myself so I can let loose and create.

“Don’t be so nervous. They are going to love you.” Namjoon teases as he pats the top of my head. I can’t help but roll my eyes, it’s a gesture he’s been doing ever since we met all those years ago in L.A. He’s barely older than me but he uses that to his advantage.

“Easier said than done. You and I have known each other for years now, but I’m just now really meeting the others. I have a lot to live up to considering you guys are so popular and talented. The last thing I want is to disappoint all of you.” All the fears that have been festering in my mind for the past two days just come spilling out and I can’t help but feel silly for saying them. I guess it takes Namjoon for a spin as well considering he’s looking down at me like I grew another head and two more arms.

“You still underestimate yourself. There’s a reason why I wanted you here over everyone else. Everything will work out just fine.” He’s always so optimistic and it’s contagious.

“I guess you’re right.” Shrugging my shoulders, I fiddle with the ring on my finger in the pocket of my hoodie. A nervous tick I picked up in high school.

“Of course I am. Have you heard the new songs I sent over?” He manages to ask just before the others call out his name. His eyes stay on mine as he walks backwards waiting on my answer, a shit eating grin taking over. Of course I’ve already listened to them, he knows that. But he really wants to know if I started on the dance. Of course I have, there’s only three songs left to do and that’s all the solo songs.

“If you can make it through the next 15 minutes I’ll show you afterwards.” Shaking my head at the dimpled filled smile, I lean against the mirrored wall as they get into position for their first choice. ‘I Need U’ starts to fill the silent room and I have to keep myself from dancing along. It’s like fighting against my programming, difficult and almost impossible. Somehow I manage but I let a huge, wholehearted smile break out on my face as I watch in pure wonderment.

They end in their finishing mark and heaving breathing fills the silent space. I understand all too well the exhaustion dancing takes on your body. It a matter of ten seconds they change positions and ‘Baepsae’ comes blasting through the speakers. At this point it’s like they are trying to get me to dance. This song is so upbeat and fun to move along to, I can’t help but bop my head along with the rhythm. Maybe I could do a song with them after this one now that I’m itching to dance. When it comes towards the end, Hoseok takes the middle and starts dancing like a mad man. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips at his childish antics.

“That was amazing. Just as I expected from BTS.” The smile never leaves my lips as I walk over to the group of panting boys. They all smile at my compliment, looks like I made a good impression. Jimin and Taehyung whisper quietly to each other, which makes me quirk a brow up in curiosity but it instantly falls as I’m bombarded by questions from Jungkook and Hoseok. The questions range from asking how long I’ve been dancing to when I learned Korean. I can’t help but blink quickly as I try to keep up with everything that’s being said.

“Calm down you two. Can’t you see that you’re confusing her by asking so much at once. Plus I have a simple answer to all of this.” Right now I want to hug Jin for making the whirlwind of muddled words stop but I also want to hide because who knows what he’s going to suggest.

“Which is?” The question comes out soft as I hear Namjoon silently laugh beside me. Oh no, this can’t be good. Jin’s smile almost reminds me of the cheshire cat’s. I gulp as he takes in a deep breath.

“We can all go out for dinner tonight! After we see you dance though. I’ve very curious to see your abilities after RM spoke so highly of you.” What a slick move. Note to self, be cautious around Kim Seokjin. But it solves the problem of me wanting to dance with them. Dinner will be a struggle though since my plane got delayed my luggage didn’t make it with me. It won’t be here until tomorrow so I only have a change of workout clothes and a few toiletries.

“I don’t mind dancing but dinner may be a problem. My luggage didn’t arrive with me so I really don’t have anything to wear out.” I silently pray that this will get me off the hook of going to eat with them. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s actually the opposite, but my nerves won’t let me be much fun in a social setting right now.

“I can lend you something to wear.” Jungkook is quick to volunteer as is Taehyung, they almost crash into each other as they jump up with arms raised as if to ask the teacher a question. Their enthusiasm makes me want to go now, it also makes my stomach churn. I can’t believe that they want to get to know me instantly. I guess I worried about them not liking me for no reason.

Almost as if Namjoon can pick up on the inner dialogue I’m having, an arm draps itself over my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

“You can borrow something from me. Now what song do you want to dance to?” There’s an underlying question in his words that I pick up on and I can’t help but smirk. I bring my hand from my pocket and tap against my chin as I run through a list of songs.

“How about ‘Fire’?” Yoongi suggests with a slight gummy smile. It’s no secret it’s one of their favorite songs to dance to. I try to hide the evil grin that threatens to take over. I look up at Namjoon who has the same expression as I do.

“Sounds good to me. But who’s spot will I take since it’s really only for seven?”

“You can have mine! I really want to see you dance. Do you mind if I record it?” Jungkook bounces like a bunny around us. How could I say no to that face?

“That seems a little difficult.” Jin’s comment only makes my grin widen. Turning I shrug off the heavy hoodie, good thing I wore a tank top underneath that thing. I toss it back towards the mirrors and notice Namjoon shaking his head in humor. If they only knew….

“Sure, I’ll take your spot Jungkook. Can we hurry though? I have something I want to show all of you.” I say as sweetly as I can. They seem to understand that I have a dance to show them because the next thing I know is being wrangled into Jungkook’s spot. Jimin shoots me a smile, too cute, as I double check my spot.

As the music starts, I see Jungkook whip out his phone and start recording. A wide smile takes over my expression as I move along with the beat, hitting every mark and move with precision. My heart thumps in my chest with excitement as I let my body do what it’s always done best. As we move around I can feel their eyes on me, Jimin and Hoseok have even stopped lip syncing because they have a look of sheer awe. It’s strange but it seems that I’ve somewhat proved to them I’m capable of doing the job.

The music shifts to right before the signature move and I can’t help but replace my smile with a large smirk as I make eye contact with Jimin. This is one of my favorite moves, it’s complex and it shows true skill because of how many steps go into one single move. As expected I hit every move perfectly and the music winds down causing the room to go quiet. In front of us Jungkook’s jaw is dropped in awe as he ends the recording.

“Whoa.” It’s the only word that the shocked boy can think of as we all broke apart to join him Namjoon and my eyes meet and I can’t help the smirk I wear. Reaching down I grab my discarded hoodie and smile up at all of them.

“How can you do that dance just as perfectly as us, if not more?” Hoseok asks with a twisted expression. Shrugging my shoulders I make my way to the doorway, Namjoon laughing right behind me. He takes the lead and opens the door for me as we share a big laugh together.

I turn to look at the other six confused boys and smirk at them,“Because I made it.”

Walking through the threshold I can hear the screams of confusion as the statement sinks in. Namjoon bumps his elbow against me as our laughter is released. I guess it’s going to be hard to hide some things from them.

I manage to find my way back to my office with the help of Namjoon. Without a second thought I plop down into the plush office chair and dig through my bag for my laptop. I can’t lie, I’m exhausted. Trying to sleep on the plane was useless because my nerves were shot for plenty of reason but the main two were I hate flying and I was meeting BTS.

Namjoon waits in the threshold of the door for the other members as I log into my computer to see that I’ve missed a few video calls from my sister. Crap. I totally forgot to call her. The ringer on my laptop goes off making me jump up in my chair. Clicking the answer button I take in a deep breath.

“You didn’t call me!” My sister’s voice echoes through the room and I put my hands up defensively.

“Sorry! My plan got delayed so I was late getting here. I rushed from the airport here.” My own voice sounds foreign. I can’t help the light accent in my voice as I speak my first language. From the door way I can see the others starting to file into the room. Namjoon and Yoongi notice my confession, both sport the same worried look as I look up at them.

“That explains why you look so exhausted. Have you met them yet?” Namjoon smirks and decides to answer my question for me.

“Hi Nikole!” He waves enthusiastically. My younger sister’s face turns bright red as she waves back. It’s no secret to me that she’s harbored a crush on the idol for quite some time, Namjoon thinks it’s just fun to tease her but he’s completely oblivious to the crush.

“Oh hey Namjoon! It’s good to see you again.” I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth to contain the laughter that’s forming in my gut. She seems so flustered it’s beyond hilarious. Nikole’s eyes glare at me through the screen as a light huff vibrates through the speakers.

“Yeah we just got done doing a few run throughs. I was just about to show them what I worked on back at home.” My back falls back into the chair with a soft thud. I watch over the screen as the remaining members walk into my office. Jimin and Hoseok are talking quietly with each other as their eyes look at me with a strange gleam.

“You look like you need sleep. Have you eaten anything yet? Have you even been by your new place yet?” Of course she would be mother hen right now.

“No and no Nikole. Why are you acting like the big sister here?” Hushed whispers start to fill the room around me as Taehyung and Jungkook make their way over to observe the screen. Instantly my sister’s face turns five shades redder and she frantically waves, it’s no secret that she’s a huge BTS fan.

“As you can tell we were in the middle of something so how about I call you back later? It must be later at home, get some sleep.”

“Don’t worry Nikole, the boy and I are going to make sure she eats plenty.” Namjoon has an evil smirk gracing his lips as he makes the bold statement. Looks like there’s no getting out of this one.

“Good! She’s had me and our grandmother worried sick for two days now….Y/n just make sure you take care of yourself.” The tone in her voice shifts into a more serious and somber one. I knew that this move would be tough on everyone close to me but I didn’t think it would be this rough on her.

“I promise. Now you get some sleep, you have class in the morning.”

“Yes mother. Bye love!” She waves enthusiastically as she blows a kiss to the screen, I act like I caught it as I ended the call. Instead of acknowledging the boys around me I immediately start to connect my laptop to the large television hanging on the wall.

“She seems worried.” Jimin’s soft voice catches my attention. All I can bring myself to do is nod slightly at his comment.

“We’ve always been close and now that I’ve moved halfway around the world she’s a little anxious. She’s the sister that keeps me grounded and focused…..” Clicking on the video I swivel the chair with a large smile on my face, “ Speaking of focused, everyone watch the screen. This is what we will be learning Monday.”

All of our eyes lock onto the large screen as their new song ‘Fake Love’ boomed in the background. This one took a lot more work than I originally thought, there are still a few things that I want to tinker with as well. I know that they won’t have a problem learning the moves, I just worry that it won’t be to their liking.

Flicking my eyes from the screen, I look around to see that they are engrossed with the screen. Jimin and Jungkook look surprisingly excited at what they’re watching, Hoseok is dancing in his chair with the beat and I try to stifle a laugh. It looks like my hard work has somewhat paid off, now all I have to do is teach them and make it look seamless.

As the song ends, the screen cuts black and I quickly move to stop the video. I don’t want them to see what else I’ve made until later. Plus I want to hear their honest opinions before I show them too, just in case I need to change anything.

“So what do you guys think?” In an instant seven sets of eyes cut over to me and my breath catches in my throat. Could it be that bad? In my chest my heart starts to thud loudly and I grip onto my hoodie tightly.

“Why can’t we start today?” Hoseok whines as he practically jumps from the chair. Taehyung shares the same excitement as they rush over to the computer.

“Honestly we could but I think everyone is a little exhausted.” I know I am. All I want right now is a scalding hot shower, food and sleep. Hopefully and preferably in that order.

Jungkook gives me the biggest doe eyes I’ve ever seen in my life as he pouts at my answer. How could someone ever say no to that face? Just as I open my mouth to suggest going through the dance one time Namjoon and Yoongi cut in.

“Y/n still needs to get back to her apartment and we all need to get cleaned up for dinner.” Leave it to Namjoon to come to my rescue. Oh wait!

“Speaking of apartment, do you have keys for me?” Namjoon nods slowly as he pulls out an envelope from the top desk drawer. Inside are two silver house keys, but they aren’t the same which is weird, and a car fob. Awesome I’m not going to be stranded waiting on ride. I’ll have to thank Bang-shi whenever I personally meet him.

“Wait...what? Why did you know where y/n’s keys where?” Jin questions. Right now I really don’t want to go through the long history of Namjoon and I’s friendship.

“It was part of my agreement. BitHit is providing housing and transportation as long as I’m working for them.” They should understand that well enough considering BigHit did it for them in the beginning.

“She’s actually staying on the floor above our dorm.” There’s a glimmer in all of their eyes. They really aren’t known for personal space so I can only imagine what plots are running wild in those crazy minds. Namjoon warned before I came over that they might pop up whenever they feel like it.

“Should we head out? I want to start unpacking my stuff tonight. Oh after dinner I mean.”

“Are you going to need some help?” Jin asked nicely with a soft smile. I know he’s only offering because it’s the nice thing to do. But I don’t want to bother them with something so miniscule as unpacking boxes, so I shake my head no.

“I think I can handle a few boxes. Thank you though.” I smile softly as I pack away my laptop into the bag I brought in. My eyes catch sight of my phone that I just hazardly threw into the bag at the airport. Hopefully it isn’t dead because I can only imagine how many times my sister has called.

“How about some company instead?” Jimin offers next, his head cocked to the side with a wide smile spread on his lips. No wonder these boys are hardly ever told no, I mean seriously they are too cute to say no to.

“If you want you can hangout. It’s not going to be much fun though.” A shrugs off my comment and I take that as he’s going to come either way. He energetically nods at the offer and bounces on his toes. I mean seriously how can someone be so adorable? Giggling I roll my eyes and throw my bag over my shoulder.

“Namjoon will you ride with me that way I know where to go?” I could use the GPS on my phone but I would really like a few minutes alone with my friend. All the nerves are starting to get the better of me and my anxieties are starting to take over.

He give me a dimple filled smile and simply nods, but yet none of us move. It’s like we don’t know how to continue. There’s a certain tension in the air, it’s almost suffocating.

“Well then let’s head out. I don’t know about all of you but I’m starving and tired.” Yoongi speaks up as he walks out of the room. Thankfully this gets everyone else moving. Looks like Yoongi has an act for reading the situation in the room better than anyone else.

I walk out of the office last as I shut the door and make sure it’s locked. Namjoon and I walk slowly behind the others as I suck in a deep breath. My hand clenches my phone tightly as my chest starts to constrict, my mind still trying to process what just happened in the past hour. The walk to the parking lot is too quiet but it’s almost soothing.

“They seem more excited than I originally thought they would be.” Namjoon breaks the silence which I’m grateful for but I don’t know how to respond. I actually thought they would be upset that I was going to be working for them. After all, compared to them I’m a nobody.

“That’s good I guess….” There’s no confidence in my voice as we make our way over to car. The key in my pocket feels like lead as I reach for it. Fishing out the fob, the black car beeps as I unlock the doors.

“What’s wrong y/n?” Shrugging my shoulders I open the back door to gently place my bag in the floorboard before jumping into the driver’s seat. Namjoon plops down and watches me carefully as I start the car. We sit like this for a moment before a large sigh leaves my body as I slump back into the seat.

“I guess I’m just worried that they aren’t going to actually like me. I know they really aren’t supposed to but I’m going to be working with you all for a while.” The words come out like a waterfall as I rub my eyes with the heel of my palm. There are too many factors and situations running through my brain for me to be able to function properly. Also I’m sleep deprived and starving, which doesn’t help anything.

“Last time I checked you’re a huge nerd like us, you love what you do and what we do, you are one of the kindest people I’ve ever met which is saying a lot. And you put everything into what you love. I think you’re just overthinking.” Why is it that Namjoon knows exactly what to say at the exact moment? My body relaxes further into the seat but I jump when a large truck honks their horn at us, Jin is waving enthusiastically at us and so is everyone else in the truck. Behind them Jungkook waves from his car. Namjoon waves at them before they take off.

“Like I said, you’re overthinking.” Nodding slightly, I sit back up and put the car into drive and try to follow behind the other two vehicles. Namjoon fiddles with the radio and soft music fills the space. A yawn echoes through the car which makes Namjoon look at me worriedly.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to make it through dinner?” Honestly I’m not but the others looked so excited. And it will be a good way to get to know them all.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll just crash after dinner and wake up early tomorrow.” It wouldn’t be the first time that I’ve gone this long without sleep.

“I’m glad you said that because I don’t think Jungkookie will let you off that easily. He looked really excited to watch you dance. Actually they all did, you really impressed the dance line for sure.” For some reason a sigh of relief washes over me and a smile cracks on my face. I quickly move my arm out and tap his arm lightly.

“So you haven’t told them anything about me?” I know it sounds strange to say it that way but we made an agreement before I signed with BigHit. None of the members should know that Namjoon and I have been friends since they debuted. It makes it easier on my end, because honestly I know a lot about them and I’ve followed them since their debut.

“I only mentioned something to Yoongi just because he knew something was up with me. I didn’t say too much honestly.” I bite my bottom lip as I turn the wheel, Namjoon points to a large building and I can only guess that this is where I’ll be staying for the next few years.

“It’s not like they won’t figure it out. I mean after all you seemed super nervous when you came into the practice room.” He teases me as I pull into a parking spot next to Jin’s truck.

“Of course I was! I mean seriously Namjoon, I’ve wanted this job since the first time you offered it.” I huff out as I turn off the car and unbuckle. My body twists so I can look at him directly.

“I’m just glad you accepted the offer this time. I honestly never thought that you would sign….especially after the incident.” I tense at his words and drop the smile from my lips. That’s something I really don’t want to bring up now, even more so with the six other members watching the exchange in the car.

“Yeah, yeah. We can talk more about that later. We have an audience.” Making my escape, I grab my bag from the backseat and wave to the members that stuck around.

“Come on, I’ll give you a sneak peek of our dorm so we can get you something to wear for tonight. Then I’ll show you to your apartment.” He wiggles his brows at the sneak peek part and starts to walk ahead of me. The others have already started to migrate into the building.

I’m really thankful to have a friends like Namjoon. I never thought that we would be as close as we are now. Some would call it dumb luck when I ran into them at their American debut in L.A. I literally ran into Namjoon after the event and we just clicked when we started talking. We exchanged numbers and kept in contact for the most part, then over the years he would call me when part of their choreo gave him trouble.That’s when he threw out the idea of me coming to work for them. At first it wasn’t an option but I did consult for ‘Fire’ and when the offer came around for a second time I knew that I couldn’t say no. After I signed the two year contract, Namjoon immediately called and we talked for hours. I voiced some of my concerns which he tried to solve, but honestly I’ll have to get over them myself.

“Earth to y/n, you coming?” Blinking a few times I realize that I zoned out in the elevator. A blush creeps on my cheeks as I follow behind him quickly. He opens the front door and I’m honestly surprised at how quiet the dorm is considering seven people live in it.

“How can it be this quiet?”

“Everyone must be taking showers and getting ready. Come on, my room is this way.” We walk down a long hallway and he unlocks the door to his room. Immediately he goes to the closet to pull out a large grey sweater.

“I know it’s not as warm as you’re used to at home, so hopefully this will help.”

“It will, thank you.”

The material looks plush and soft, like my favorite blanket back home. As soon as I grab the sweater from him I’m instantly wanting to wrap myself in the softness. My lips turn into a wide smile.

“Okay then, let’s get you to your own room so you can clean up.” He motions for the door and I can’t help but follow. A new type of excitement bubbles in my stomach as we begin to sneak out of the dorm. Different type of music now fills the enormous space, everything from a smooth jazz style to rap.

“See, it’s hardly ever quiet in here for long.” I can sense the sarcasm in Namjoon’s voice as we exit through the front door. Entering the elevator we go up one floor and he walks me to the second door, he wiggles his brows as I fish out the keys. Sucking in a deep breath, I twist the key in the knob and slowly open the door.

My eyes scan around to see all of the boxes cluttering the space, it was a pain to pack them all up and I even had help now it’ll be just me. I can’t help the small groan that vibrates from my chest as I peel off my shoes. The apartment is spacious with furniture already occupying the space, which is strange because I thought I was going to have to furnish it myself.

“I made a deal with Band PD so you would already have furniture.” Namjoon chuckles behind me and I just shake my head at him. He’s always full of surprises.

“Thank you. Again.” It feels slightly like home, even with my stuff being packed away.

“It’s no big deal. I’ll leave you to get ready, one of us will come get you.” Nodding at him, I wave goodbye as he excuses himself. My feet carry me into the kitchen that’s open to the living room, bar stools line the island as the only place for eating which is fine considering it’s going to be only me here. Continuing my personal tour, I go down the small hallways and open both doors. One is full of boxes and a small desk, good I’ll have somewhere to work from home. The other room is my bedroom, that’s already set up and ready to go.

Tossing my bag on the bed, I plop down and fall backwards. A groan leaves my lips as I relax into the plush bed. I’d give anything just to fall asleep right now but it’s a luxury that I can’t have right now. Because in no time one of the members will be coming to get me for dinner.

Rolling off the mattress, I make my way over to a box that’s marked ‘bedroom tech’. Yes! Ripping the tape off I look for my large speaker and laugh in triumphum as I pull out the pink device. A new wave of energy courses through my body as I open up my bag to pull out my black leggings, Converse and toiletry bag. The clear bag gets tucked under my arm as I unlock my phone to sync the speaker. Music starts to take over the silence as I walk into my bathroom.

A few towels are laid out for me and a small sticky note is hanging onto the mirror. Reaching for the shower handle, I start the water trying to get it as warm as possible as my eyes scan the note.

‘I’m glad to be working with my good friend. -Namjoon ‘

I’ll have to repay him for being so thoughtful, maybe I can get him a new figure for his studio. Setting the devices on the counter I strip off the stiff clothes and jump into the shower.

Rushing from the shower, I quickly tug on the set of clothes I laid out. Well all except the sweater Namjoon is letting me borrow. The last thing I want is for my makeup to ruin it. My spirit is lifted after the refreshing shower, looks like I just needed to wash away the past few days. My eyes scan over my face in the mirror, some of my color has returned and my eyes seem to shine slightly more.

Reaching for my phone I click on my KPop playlist, mostly composed of BTS songs to be honest, and start to dry my hair. It seems Namjoon took everything into consideration for when I landed. He knows I can be a workaholic and knew I wouldn’t come straight here after landing. So he must’ve taken the liberty of digging through my boxes for a hair dryer, another reason why I’ll have to find him a few new figures. After feeling the cool chill when I landed it’s a very welcomed gesture. Even in early November it’s colder here than it gets at home. The last thing I want is to get sick my first week here.

Once my hair is finished I start parting the top portion into two sections for an easy space bun hairdo. Nikole would have a field day laughing at me and my time management but right now I don’t care. The remaining pieces of hair cascade down my back and curl gently at the ends. Moving onto my makeup, I just apply light foundation and mascara. Nothing too crazy, nothing that will cause me to stand out. Topping it off I brush my teeth and smile in the mirror. Not too bad for someone who hasn’t slept properly.

Walking back into my bedroom, I take my time pulling on Namjoon’s sweater. Carefully stretching it so no foundation will smear on the grey material. Since he’s so much taller than me the hem of the shirt lands about mid thigh but overall it fits nicely. Taking one last glance in the mirror I hear someone knock on my front door. The sound surprises me for a second before I dance my way to answer it. I’m expecting Namjoon to come as I open the door quickly.

I was wrong.

My dancing seizes as I’m met with a bright, confused smile from Jimin. The look alone makes my stomach flutter and my throat tighten a little. Great. For a moment neither of us move, I can’t stop my eyes from scanning over him. He’s changed into a denim button up with black jeans. A simple outfit that he makes looks way more stylish than it should.

Shaking my head to break myself out of the thought, I look back at him to see that he’s taking in my appearance too. All of the sudden I feel small under his gaze, which it ironic considering he isn’t that much larger than me. His head cocks to the side and I muster a small smile as my stomach turns into knots.

“Namjoon sent me to get you. The rest of the guys are downstairs in the lobby.” He says sweetly but his eyes are still studying me. I bounce on the balls of my feet and heat rises to my cheeks. The intro for ‘Blood, Sweat and Tears’ echoes through the apartment and Jimin’s eyes look past me for the source of the music. My cheeks burn even more as I turn slightly away from him.

“Sorry. I’ll be right back.” I mutter before taking off back in the direction of my room. Pulling on my Converse, pink hooded jacket I shove my phone and keys safely in my purse. Double checking everything as I return back to Jimin, he’s fiddling with something in his hand. How did I not notice that before?

“Jin and Suga hyung thought it would be best for you to wear this.” His hand extends out to offer me a white face mask. Cocking my head to the side slightly I take the mask and hold it loosely in my hand. When I was getting ready to move over I knew that this was a commonly worn item. I guess it makes sense for me to wear one while I’m out with them. Hide our identity, try to blend in scenario.

“Thank you Jimin. We should get going so we don’t have to keep them waiting.” He nods and leads the way from the apartment to the elevator, once the doors close on us I feel strange. For some reason I feel on edge and anxious around Jimin the most and I just met them. Sure I’ve secretly admired him for years now. It’s no secret that his dancing skills are amazing and I personally can’t wait to have the one on one time with him. Maybe he can teach me a few new skills like his interpretive style. I’ve always struggled with it and he does it so well.

The dinging of the door pulls me from my thoughts as he leads the way. Nervously my hands fiddle with the mask trying to focus on anything but the large mob of men waiting for us. Jungkook and Taehyung are the first to notice our arrival.

“About time! Hurry and put your mask on so we can go.” Jungkook chants as he pulls along some of the other members. He’s so full of energy even after an exhausting day of practice, it’s almost contagious. Almost. My legs act on their own as I gravitate towards Namjoon, towards my personal safety net. I’m trying not to be completely awkward but I’m not sure how to start conversations with them. I watch as the boys cover their faces with either a mask or a thick scarf, I follow suit. The straps tug against the back of my earrings as I settle them in place. It feels so strange to have my face covered and breathing is difficult but I’m sure after a while I’ll get used to it.

“Why are you being so shy with them?” Namjoon’s deep muffled voice fills my ears as we follow at the back of the group down the busy street. Nudging against him my eyes watch the youngest member pick at the oldest as they walk. They all seem so relaxed and carefree with each other and I wonder if they will ever be like that with me.

“Part of me thinks that the only reason why we are having this dinner is because it’s the polite thing to do.” I whisper behind the mask hoping it covers my burning cheeks. It’s a reasonable thought though. After all I never really expected to make friends with any of them except Namjoon. My eyes shift down to my feet as I stare at the concrete below me. So many fears, both rational and irrational run through my mind. Probably from lack of sleep and food. But they really won’t go away until the tension around all of us vanished. Which could be a while.

“Overthinking again.” He teases before calling out to Yoongi. For a split second I can see that he’s debating on if he should turn or not but eventually he does. He stops in his tracks so we can catch up. The other half of the group is a good distance in front of us.

“You seem very quiet y/n. From what RM has said about you I figured you’d be a little more lively.” I have to stop my jaw from dropping to the ground completely, I’m suddenly very thankful for the mask.

“What has he said about me?” Shooting a dagger filled look at Namjoon, I feel my ears start to turn red in embarrassment. What on earth could he have told Yoongi?

“Basically you’re the female version of us is the short answer.” His answer almost stops me in my tracks. There’s no way I’m that similar to them.

“What do you mean by that?” My voice almost cracks as I try to regain my composure.

“You work hard on every project you have, he described you as a kind and sweet person but you aren’t afraid to stand up for what’s right or others. RM also mentioned that you’ll fit in perfectly with us. I haven’t known you long but if RM thinks that highly of you then it must be true.”

My mind gets clouded by the stream of compliments coming from Yoongi. For some reason my eyes water, for just a second, and I blink quickly. It’s nice to know what Namjoon really thinks of me. Smiling behind the mask I tilt my head to the side almost childlike.

“That means a lot honestly. I was afraid that you all wouldn’t like me or that you were only being nice because it’s the polite thing to do.”

It seems it’s his turn to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable because the tips of his ears turn a pale pink. All he responds with is a simple nod as we’re ushered into a restaurant, seems the rest of the boys have already made their way into a closed off room. I’m actually surprised that they weren’t noticed in the streets.

Taking off the mask, I stuff it into the pocket of my jacket as my arm is tugged at. Hoseok looks up at me with a wide smile while I’m being pulled down to sit directly beside him. First I’m stunned that he just willingly wants me to sit beside him. Looking around I see that the three youngest are sitting across from us. Jimin’s lips twist up into a small smile and my stomach flutters at the sight. How can one simple smile make me feel relaxed yet on edge at the same time?

Yoongi plops down beside me while taking off his mask. Jin and Namjoon sit at the head of the large table both bringing up a beer bottle to their lips. So alcohol will be involved tonight….fantastic.

I’m passed a bottle and the giver has a huge smile on his face. Hoseok nudges my arm as he brings his own bottle up. Looks like there’s no getting out of this tonight, maybe I can pace myself and only drink one.

The table around me erupts into multiple conversations, the one that catches is the almost argument that’s being had across me. Literally. Yoongi and Hoseok are leaning towards each other which means they are squishing me. They are going back and forth over which anime or manga series is better, Dragon Ball or One Piece.

“You agree with me right y/n, Dragon Ball is better because at least they can wrap up a story.” Turning my head side to side, evaluating the group around me I shrug my shoulders. Nervously I find my eyes wandering over to Namjoon pleading for help but it looks like I’m being fed to the wolves. Might as well blow my cover now.

“Actually in my opinion Naruto is one the best.” Jaws drop around the table as I bring up my beer bottle. Maybe I can blame my reddening cheeks on the alcohol. I want to sink into the floor and hide under the table with all of the looks I’m getting right now.

“I told you, she’s a nerd.” Namjoon’s voice booms out as he looks at Yoongi with a dimple smile while everyone starts laughing. Huffing a little at his comment I continue to take nervous sips, almost drinking it dry. I guess a second one won’t hurt.

The laughter dies down and Yoongi begins to cook the meat that was brought out just seconds ago. And there’s so much. I know that these boys are always active but I never imagined they would be able to clear out this amount in one sitting. Under the table my phone vibrates and a notification from Bang-ssi pops up. He wants to see all of the video’s I made before moving, thankfully I finished almost all of them. Quickly responding that I will show him Monday morning during our brief meeting, I lock my phone and gaze back up to the younger boys. Jungkook is whispering in both Jimin and Taehyung ears while stealing glances in my direction. No doubt they are curious about something but too torn on whether to ask or not.

Before I had a chance to speak, Yoongi grabs my plate to place food on it. My brows furrow together. Why did he served me first?

“You didn’t have to serve me first Yoongi oppa. I know that you all must be starving.” I try to sound as polite as possible, hiding my confusion. A gummy smile is sent my way and I can’t help but smile back. For someone that tries to act all tough he sure is a sweetheart.

“You’re our guest tonight. Plus ladies first.” Accepting the plate, I look back over to the trio. Yoongi may have served me first but I’ll wait until the others all have food. Which means I have time to interrogate them.

“Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, what were you all whispering about?” There’s a smirk forming on my lips as I lean forward slightly. Beside me I hear Hoseok cough from my sudden boldness and I can see Namjoon smirking from the corner of my eye. He knows better than anyone that I can be a force to be reckoned with.

“Will you answer my question if I ask you?” Jungkook has a slight cockiness in his tone. The alcohol giving the boy a little more confidence. He leans forward and rests his chin on his closed fist. His eyes narrow in on me as he gauges my answer.

“Sure.” I say before bringing the new bottle to my lips. One of my brows raises as I wait for him to speak.

“How old are you?” The question causes the two eldest to stop talking with each other and makes them look over in terror. I have to contain a laugh as I cough slightly almost choking on the drink. Placing the bottle down so I don’t spill it everywhere, I swallow and suck in a deep breath.

“I thought I raised you better than that!” Jin yells at the boy. A streak of red across his face from annoyance and embarrassment.

“Don’t act innocent Jin hyung. You are just as curious as us.” Jungkook throws back at him, which makes the strip of red darken. I can’t contain myself as I start laughing. My stomach hurts from how hard the chuckles come out. Wiping a tear from my eye, I straighten myself up and smile over at them.

“I’m 23. I was born in ‘95.” I say sweetly which causes Taehyung and Jimin to smile widely and high five each other. Muttering something about another there being another ‘95 member. I can see the wheels turning in Jungkook’s head as he phrases the next sentence gently and carefully.

“So you’re my noona?” I let the word process in my mind before nodding slowly. Everyone, even myself, burst into laughter and the tension that hung around all of us almost vanishes. Hoseok nudges me while laughing, which makes me lean into him and laugh even harder. For the first time since meeting them I feel welcomed.

“Here’s the bigger question, what’s the exact date?” Jimin asks as he leans over the table. His face looks serious but his eyes give him away. He’s enjoying this little interrogation just as much as everyone else.

“I’m older than both you and Taehyung. My birth month is January.” Smirking I lean back from the table so Yoongi can continue to serve the others. Once all of their plates are filled, we start to eat. More questions are asked throughout the majority of the meal. Mostly by Jimin and Hoseok.

“Where are you from?”

“A southern state in America.”

“How long have you been dancing?”

“My whole life.”

The basic questions. With each wave of questions, they get more personal and I feel us all getting closer and closer to actually forming a friendship. Maybe it will make it easier teaching them the new moves. Oh!

“Jungkook I almost forgot, could I watch the video you recorded real quick?” He nods quickly as he pulls out his phone from under the table. Loading the video I reach out to take the device. Hoseok leans over and places him chin on my shoulder to watch also. This would’ve made me flinch but with the small amount of alcohol in my system and the relaxed atmosphere it just makes me smile.

As the music starts I scrunch my nose at the way I looked. Completely unprofessional and sloppy, but my dancing was amazing after sitting still for so long. But as I watch I notice that there are a few eyes that are glued on me the entire time. From behind I see that Jimin and Hoseok watch me closely. But it’s more Jimin than anyone, I feel my face start to burn as the song ends. In my ear I can hear Hoseok chuckle before removing himself from his perch. Handing the phone back to its owner I silently finish off the remaining beer, guess I’m drinking more than I thought.

My phone starts buzzing loudly and I look down in horror. My sister is calling me again. Looking around at the others to make sure I’m not being rude, they all motion for me to answer. Taking in a deep breath I slide the answer icon.

“Hey Nikole.”

“I didn’t think you’d still be awake.”

“I could say the same for you. Isn’t it like 6 in the morning there?”

“I have an exam today so I figured I’d get up early. But what are you doing now? Are you unpacking?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then what in the world are you doing?”

“I’m at dinner right now.”

“No way. Are you at dinner with BTS?!”

“I’ll tell you later, right now I’m being very rude. I hope you do well on your exam and I’ll text you when I’m back in my room.”

“I’ll hold you to that. You better call Nat too, she’s been waiting. Love you bye.”

“Love you bye.”

Hanging up the phone, I stuff it in the pocket of my jacket. All eyes are on me again and I roll my eyes slightly. Of course my youngest sister would be waiting. I guess I’ll call her when I get back to my room. Taehyung catches my attention, his eyes are wide with a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Can you teach me English?” I’m deadpanned by the question. I never thought that someone would ask me that. But it makes sense for me to teach them, I don’t see the harm in it either.

“Ah...sure, I guess. On off days I can. Well except for tomorrow.”

“Why not tomorrow?” He sounds almost disappointed and a small pout forms on his lips. No wonder people have a hard time telling these boys no.

“I need to unpack. But since I don’t have any sleep clothes because my luggage didn’t arrive with me I might just start tonight. In all honesty I may just end up playing games all night.” Shrugging my shoulders I take the bottle that Jimin offers me, I can’t bring myself I look at him without my cheeks heating up. I can’t stop thinking about how closely he was watching me earlier.

“Do you still want some company?” Jimin offers and I shrug my shoulders again as I manage to look at him. My stomach flutters and flips at the smile he has. I really need to get myself together if I’m going to be any use to them as a choreographer.

“After a full day you must be tired. I’ll be fine. Promise.” My voice almost fails me as I say the opposite of what I mean. Every fiber of my being wants someone to be there, I’m dreading being alone. It was nice earlier but it was only temporary. It would be nice to get to know them too. After all they are going to be the only ones I know here.

“I could let you borrow some Noona. Plus I heard video games so I’m in.” Shifting my gaze over to the youngest he has a wide smile on his lips. Back home we really don’t have nicknames like “oppa” or “noona” so I don’t really know how to feel but my heart squeezes at the endearing way he says it.

“Sounds like a plan then.” I say lightly as I finish the food on my plate. We’ve all been pacing ourselves to draw out the get together but around the table I can see that some of the boys look like they’re about to pass out into their food, mainly Yoongi.

“I guess it’s time to get going before Suga passes out on the food.” Namjoon and Jin agree with Hoseok as they move to pull out their wallets. Reaching for my own I see seven sets of eyes widen as if I had two heads and three arms. I can’t help but furrow my brows together.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Because we invited you to dinner, so we should be the one to pay.” Jin says bluntly.

“That’s very nice of you Seokjin but I can’t ask for you to pay for my part. It’s only fair if I pay for my own.”

“I’d listen to her Jin, she can be very hard headed when it comes to this.” Glaring my eyes over to Namjoon, I place my card down over the ticket that was placed in front of me. If they think money is an issue then they are terribly wrong. BigHit was more than generous when signing my contract. Not only am I getting paid weekly, they also gave me a large bonus for signing on with them. Guess it comes with being one of the “best young choreographers” in the industry. Even though a few companies say that about me I can’t really see it. I just do this to have fun.

Once all of our cards are returned I sign my name quickly. The curved loops of my name look so foreign compared to the others around me. It will take me a while to learn how to sign my name in Korean so for now I’ll have to stick to cursive.

Leaving the small restaurant the weight on my chest feels slightly lighter as my mask returns to cover my face. As we walk back to the dorms we all joke and I feel like I’m slowly being accepted into the elite group that is BTS. It’s nice to see them interacting without a camera recording every small detail. They seem like ordinary people with no cares except for what’s going on in the here and now. It’s really refreshing to see them this way. Any need for sleep has vanished from my body as I look forward to having some company for a little while longer. The front doors of the building come into view and I breathe heavily under the mask. Fishing out my key, we divide into two different groups since the elevator can’t really hold all of us. I’m left standing with Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung.

It feels cramped in the tight space with them, they all have too much natural energy. Unfortunately it’s contagious as I find myself bouncing on the balls of my feet. The elevator stops on their floor and Jungkook looks over at me with a wide smile saying he will be right up. Nodding with an equally bright smile I wave goodbye as the doors close so I can rise up one more floor. My feet carry my body to the safety of my apartment. A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I dial Natalie’s number, ripping off my mask.

“It’s about time you called me! I was so worried.” My chest tightens at the worry in her voice. Tears threaten to prick at my eyes as I lean against the counter top.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy.” I lean over to remove my shoes and throw them carelessly beside the couch.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard that before. Anyways, how is BTS?”

“Fine I guess. I really won’t get to spend much time with them until next week. Anyways what are you up to?”

“Nikole and I are driving into school.” In the background I can hear Nikole singing along to the song on the radio and Natalie shushes her loudly in my ear.

“How was dinner with seven of the most talented men in the world?” Even from this far away I can see her face, tongue sticking out as her head cocks to the side.

“It was nice. Definitely an icebreaker. Jungkook and Jimin, I think, are going to come over here in a little to keep me company while I unpack.” I flop back on the couch and let my legs hang over the armrest. My body tenses and then relaxes at the feeling. Tonight I’m going to sleep so well.

“Is that really a good idea? I mean afterall you just met them.” Natalie sounds worried and I find myself sitting up and rubbing my cheek lightly as a heavy sigh passes through my lips. She’s right. It’s not a matter of just meeting them, it’s a matter of I’m their choreographer and dance instructor. I shouldn’t be getting too close with them.

“Nat, they are the only people I know. I’m glad that they even offered. After all the next few years will be boring if I don’t hangout with anyone at all.” There’s a pounding on the front door that causes me to jump from my spot. There is no way Jungkook is already here.

“I know. All I’m saying is be careful, the last thing you want is to ruin this chance. Especially after you waited so long.” Nikole scolds me through the phone, typical.

“I know….” As I open the door my jaw drops to the floor. I was only expecting to see Jungkook and possibly Jimin. But once again I’m wrong.

“Nikole, Nat I’ve got to go. Good luck on your exams and send me pictures.” Clicking the phone without waiting for a response I stare at the large group of men, all wearing pajamas or comfortable clothes. Hoseok is holding a bag, it’s contents completely unknown, while both Jungkook and Yoongi are holding spare clothes.

“We all decided to come help!” Namjoon booms in the hallway, a shit eating grin exposing those hard to resist dimples.

It’s going to be a long night.

#bts fanfic #jimin x reader #park jimin #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hosoek #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #BTS jimin

[probably-writing-x]

Change of scene.

"Alright, good morning guys!" You begin, arm held outstretched in front of you as you chat to the camera, "I'm in a bit of a rush because, as usual, I left things too late this morning!"

You reach for your keys from the counter and sling your gym bag over your shoulder.

"But, that's fine, I'm just off to the gym and then I'm going to something you're probably not used to seeing on this channel," You laugh, heading to the front door of your house, "But you'll have to wait and see what that one is! For now, I need to get going,"

Switching off the camera, you head out of your place and shuffle your rucksack on your back before setting off into a jog toward the gym. You had Lemonade blasting in your earphones and empty London streets ahead so made the most of your motivation to run today, getting there in record time with sweat already glistening against your forehead.

"Excuse me, (Y/n)?" Someone unknown calls from behind you and you spin around to see a young girl stood a little across the path.

"Hey!" You smile, pulling out your earphones and making your way over.

"I'm sorry but I'm such a huge fan!" She exclaims, "You're absolutely stunning and I love watching how much you've progressed,"

"Awww thank you so much darling!" You grin, "Can I hug you?"

She gladly accepts the offer and the two of you take a few photos.

"I'll see you soon!" You wave goodbye, pulling out your camera to speak to your vlog again.

The gym's air conditioning hits you instantly and you sigh at the relieving chill.

"Alright, so we're back at the gym, I've just met an absolutely adorable viewer," You begin to explain, "And she's absolutely inspired me to start back to work here again. I'm hoping for some PB's in my squat and, deadlift today so we need to go hard,"

You drop your bag on the gym floor and smile at how empty it is already - your only company being the few personal trainers that were busy cleaning the machines.

"We're going to start with some resistance squats just to warm up a little though," You nod and set your camera down for a time lapse at the edge of the gym, giving a field of view of your length of squats.

This gym had become like a second home to you over recent years as you had built up your dedication to fitness more and more. Now, workouts and body building had become the basis of some sort of career for you. And you were lucky enough that people enjoyed watching your videos about such journey - making you live a life you weren't even sure could be real sometimes.

It isn't long into your workout that your music cuts out and you glance over at your phone to see an incoming facetime call from 'Spidey🕷️'

"You're finally up I see," You laugh as you answer the call, sitting down on the mat and settling your phone against your bent knee.

"Where were you this morning?" Tom yawns and turns over in the bed, tucking a pillow beneath his arm and snuggling into it - you knew it would be the one you slept on last night.

"I had to get home early and I didn't want to wake you," You smile, "So I just left you to it,"

He pouts and closes his eyes, "I felt like a one night stand," But he can't help but smirk at his words, poking one eye open to still look at you.

You hum with sarcastic tone, "That's a long one night stand, Holland,"

He chuckles and the sound is an octave deeper than normal, laced with his prolonged desperation to go back to sleep, "Why are you already at the gym?" He groans

"Because I have a busy day ahead of me," You roll your eyes, "Speaking of which,"

Leaning behind your phone, you grab your camera and press record once again.

"I need you to meet me in about two hours at an address that I'll text to you, can you do that babe?"

Tom raises his brows but his eyes refuse to follow suit as they still adjust to the brightness of the screen, "Where are you taking me, darling?"

"You'll have to wait and see," You laugh and your lips curl into a grin.

Your boyfriend can't help but find the joy infectious as he reciprocates your little smile, "Alright, beautiful, I better get my arse out of bed,"

You chuckle and turn off the recording, knowing your fans would go crazy for the little snippet of your relationship.

"Okay, babe, I'll see you soon," You beam and blow him a kiss.

Tom waves tiredly before ending the call, leaving you with the clear knowledge that he wouldn't be getting out of bed any time soon.

~~~

You step out of the gym shower and run the towel once more over the back of your neck, shaking it through your hair to dry that a little before throwing it to your bag.

Perfect timing to go and meet Tom.

A little explanation was probably in order... Ever since you'd met Tom, it had always been a running joke that the two of you were complete polar opposites. He had the background in gymnastics, the arts and dancing. And you were a progressing bodybuilder, spending a lot of your time with weights in your hands or a treadmill under your feet. Complete opposites that managed to attract a lot better than expected. So, you decided today could be the day when you let those worlds collide. And, to do that, you'd booked out a dance studio for a few hours for him to teach you some ballet.

"Alright, so I'm just on my way to meet Tom, hopefully the traffic isn't too bad because I want to be there before him ideally," You explain, chattering away to your camera as you climb into the waiting Uber outside.

Luckily, you get to the destination in quick time and you can't see Tom anywhere near.

And, as if he really did have Spidey sense, his Uber pulls round the corner just as you turn around.

"Hello darling!" He beams like he hasn't seen you in forever, hopping out of the car and wrapping you in his arms, "I've missed you,"

"You saw me last night, plenty of me," You roll your eyes and he chuckles deeply in response.

"What are we doing here?" He frowns, glancing at the grand building behind you.

You pull out the camera and focus it on him, "We're going dancing!" you wiggle your brows and he drops his jaw a few inches.

"We're doing what?!"

"You're going to teach me some ballet," Your lips curl into a bold smile and you turn the camera so it points at both of you, "Am I just the best girlfriend ever?"

"Honey," He laughs, "I can't wait to see this!"

~~~

Soon enough, you and Tom are in your own company in the grand studio - sunlight spilling through floor length windows and onto the cold floorboards.

"Where do we start, Holland?" you clap your hands together, setting down the camera with a good view of the two of you.

"Are we seriously doing something?" He shakes his head but can see the determination in your eyes, "Alright, love, over here,"

Tom positions himself by the bar running across the wall and holds it with one hand, falling easily into a typical dancer position you didn't know the name of with his arm curled in front of him.

"How the fuck do I do that?" You exclaim, out-turning your feet and tripping over your leg, falling forward and catching yourself only just before things went really bad.

Tom looks at you with a sort of laugh, sort of sigh, "This isn't starting well,"

"Come on, no, no, I'm trying, I am," You shake it off, stepping in front of him with evident attempt to replicate his posture.

His hands fall to the curve of your waist as he perfects your positioning, "There she goes!" He grins, flicking his eyes to the camera, "Alright, now this,"

He outstretches his leg to the side, lowering on his height before rising to his toes. Truly, you try your best to replicate but the effort is flawed in its success.

"I mean, you're getting there," He smirks.

"Go on then, show me your skills Thomas," you cock a brow, turning and leaning your elbows against the bar to leave the floor as his open stage.

He lingers his look on you for a little and shifts the khaki material covering his torso, "Alright,"

He steps out into the centre and aligns his form, rising to the balls of his feet before breaking into a continuous spin, twirling around the floor like you'd never stop him.

"Oh you show off!" You exclaim, running up to him and lifting him from the ground, his legs flailing into the air. It was something you did more and more now you were strong enough to lift more than his weight.

"(Y/n)!" He squeals before you drop him down gracefully to the floor, spinning him out of your hold.

"And, thank you very much," You take a gracious bow and Tom keeps hold of your hand, looking at you with a mix of adoration and shock.

"You blow my mind," He mumbles under his breath and you're grateful that it won't be picked up on the microphone of your camera.

You hurry over to the camera and pick it up, "Alright, I'm going to stop recording and get back to you in a little while where I'll be an absolute professional at this!"

For the next hour or so, Tom teaches you as much as your non-graceful actions can take. Every so often, he'll teach you some sort of couple's spin and make sure to catch your lips in a kiss when you are near him. He'll teach you a certain lift or hold and you're sure it's supernatural for your muscles to tingle so much under his hold. And you are utterly terrible at ballet! But that glimmer in his eye when he's dancing or the adoration when he sees you try to do the same is enough to keep you going.

"So, thoughts on your first time with ballet?" Tom asks as the two of you lean up against the wall of mirrors behind you, both sat against cold tile floor.

"It was certainly... Different," You laugh, wiping away some of the stray hairs that had stuck to the outline of your face thanks to the glimmer of sweat that had arisen there.

"I think maybe bodybuilding is a better option for you," He nods and you watch the way his lips curl into a delicate smirk.

"I think you just feel threatened by my talent, Holland,"

~~

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fictober - day twenty-nine

Prompt #29: “I’m doing this for you.”

Fandom: Spider-Man (Marvel Cinematic Universe/Tom Holland Films)

Warnings: None

Characters: Peter Parker

Words: 1719

Author’s Note: just a simple, fluffy fic of peter being soft with kids, like God intended. set post homecoming, pre-infinity war, no spoilers for anything.

>>Dumpster Damsel

Peter’s barely two hours into his patrol when he hears a child crying in an alleyway just outside of Jackson Heights.

The evening’s already been a little busier than normal—the Macy’s Parade was this morning, and even if he’s not in Manhattan, there’s still plenty of confused tourists and beleaguered locals out. The recent weather report’s got everyone in a bit of a panic, too—a cold snap’s fallen over the state, and the first proper blizzard’s supposed to roll in this weekend. Peter’s helped at least two different groups of college students install metal studs on their car tires in preparation, not to mention the many grocery bags of bread and milk he’s helped carry.

He’s never been more grateful for the heater in his suit.

The child’s distress breaks him out of the easy-going mood he’d been in, however, and Peter quickly isolates the direction of the sound and swings over, adrenaline singing through his veins.

He drops down into the alley a good twenty feet away from the sound, but his danger sense is oddly quiet.

At first he can’t see where the noise is coming from, but then he sees a tuft of fluffy black hair peeking out from behind a dumpster.

“Hey,” he says—just loud for the child to hear him, but hopefully not so loud it frightens her. “You okay, miss?”

The hair vanishes, but the sniffling continues.

Peter rises from his crouched position and, attaching a web to a nearby fire escape, swings over so that he’s hanging upside down in front of the dumpster.

“Are you lost?” he asks. “’Cause like, I’m pretty good at helping people get un-lost if you’d like.”

“No.”

Peter blinks, his mask squinting in response. “No, you don’t want help, or no, you’re not lost? Because I have it on good authority from at least two other heroes that dumpsters do not count as prime real estate.”

Two brown eyes peek around the edge of the container, and teeth chatter as their owner speaks. “Mother says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

“Your mother sounds super smart.” Peter lowers his feet to the ground and lets go of the web. “Maybe we should start over. I’m Spider-Man.”

The eyes narrow. “I know.”

“So we’re not strangers then!” Peter squats down, trying to get a better glimpse of her. “If you know my name, is it okay if I know yours, too?”

A moment’s hesitation, and then:

“No.”

She scurries all the way back behind the dumpster, and Peter swears he’s never had this much trouble with a kid in his entire career.

“…Okay.” He rocks back on his heels. “You remind me of someone I used to know, so I’mma call you Mary, if that’s all right.”

She doesn’t respond, but the sniffling seems to have stopped. Peter bites his lip and starts fiddling with his web-shooter, just to have something to distract him from the cold.

He clears his throat and tries again. “So what’d you do today?”

A shuffling sound. “Mother took me to see Hello Kitty.”

“Whoa, you went to see the parade?” Peter’s brain spins. That was over nine hours ago; surely she can’t have been lost for that long. Not in these temperatures, anyway.

“…That’s awesome,” he says, remembering to hold up his side of the conversation. “I had Hello Kitty pajamas one time, and they were super fuzzy.”

The eyes return, more curious this time. Peter makes sure not to react too strongly. 

“So did uh, did you walk all the way over here by yourself?”

“No.” She moves another inch closer.

“…Sightseeing?” Peter has Karen search for any reports of a missing child, and three pop up from within the last three hours.

“We went back to the hotel so daddy could take a nap, but mama wanted to go shopping.”

“Yeah, my Aunt does that sometimes.” Peter shoots a line of webbing at a rock and starts fashioning a Yo-Yo while Karen provides an annotated map of the area for him. “Did you at least get anything cool out of it?”

There’s a long pause, and then the girl finally comes all the way out from behind the dumpster. Her black hair is caught up in two bushy pigtails on top of her head, and Peter thinks she might be about six based on her size. She holds out her arm, and there’s a bright pink Hello Kitty watch strapped to her wrist.

“No way,” Peter gasps, his breath forming into mist as it hits the chilly air.

“Yeah.” She tries to hide it, Peter can tell she’s pleased by his reaction. “My mom wrote my name on it. Imani.”

“Definitely a wise woman,” Peter says, internally fist bumping himself for reaching the first-name basis.

Score One for Spider-Man, Best Babysitter Ever.

Karen blinks a warning in the corner of his feed that the temperature is rapidly dropping, and when Peter sees the thin long sleeve t-shirt Imani’s wearing, he tempers his mood.

“So,” he says, casually testing out his new yo-yo as Imani watches, “where on earth did you get such a cool watch?”

She rattles off list of stores Peter recognizes as an area off Roosevelt Ave., and if that’s where she got lost, her parents probably would have gone to the 110th Precinct to report a missing child. Karen confirms his suspicions, and she tips off the station that they’re on their way.

It’s about seven blocks from here, which won’t take long at all if Imani lets him carry her.

“Hey, Imani?” Her hand freezes from where it’d been reaching for the yo-yo and it darts behind her back, but he presses on anyway. “Since we’re Hello Kitty buds, how would you feel about swinging to the police station with me?”

Just like that, all the goodwill he’d built up vanishes, despite how much she’s clearly shivering.

She crosses her arms in front of her chest. “No.”

He takes his earlier victory dance back; his reputation as Best Babysitter Ever is going to be ruined.

“It’s super fun, though,” he pleads. “Like flying in Aladdin!”

“No.”

He squints his mask’s eyes at her. She remains unmoved.

Peter does the math on how long it’ll take them to get to the police station by sidewalk, and sighs. It’s doable.

“Would you… walk with me?”

She doesn’t turn him down immediately, and Peter takes that as a positive. “I’ll even let you carry the yo-yo.”

Imani purses her lips—worriedly tinged blue, to Peter’s mind—and then snatches the yo-yo from him.

“Okay, Mr. Spider.”

Peter takes her hand gently into his own, hoping the warmth from his suit will carry over at least a little. She accepts it, to his surprise, though probably only because she’s distracted in trying to get his homespun yo-yo to work in her other hand. He leads them out onto the street, and while a few people glance their way, no one questions it. Spider-Man interacting with a child is not a novel sight for most New Yorkers.

They make it a block towards the station before Imani speaks again.

“What other heroes do you know?”

Peter glances down at her, and notices she’s shivering significantly harder than she was before. “Hm?”

“You said there were other heroes that liked du—dumpsters.”

“Yep, sure do.” Peter knows she’s not dangerously cold, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t miserable. He feels guilty about his own heater. “You wouldn’t like them, though. I don’t think they even know what Hello Kitty is.”

Imani says nothing in response. Peter gnaws at the edge of his lower lip—at the rate they’re walking, it’s going to be another thirty minutes before they get to the station. Around block two, they pass a street heater and when Imani leans towards the warmth, Peter has an idea.

“Y’know,” he says, rubbing a hand over his arm. “I think I’m getting pretty cold.”

She tears her eyes away from the heater, now several feet behind them, and looks at him with all the suspicion a six-year-old can muster. “Yeah, because you didn’t wear a jacket.”

“Have you ever seen a superhero in a bubble coat?”

She stops so abruptly Peter’s nearly thrown off balance, and a group of people clustered by one of the food trucks stare at them with open curiosity. 

She rubs her hands together. “Doesn’t the wizard have a cape?”

“Dr. Strange, yeah. But capes are like, a whole other subset of clothing so it doesn’t count. Entirely different from coats.”

She scowls, her nose scrunched up in thought. “I guess so.”

They stand there for a few more moments, Imani freezing and Peter pretending to be.

She huffs dramatically. “Are you really that cold?”

Peter gives an exaggerated shiver. “Capsicle levels.”

Imani glares at the sidewalk, and Peter crosses his fingers behind his back.

“…I guess we can swing.”

Peter lights up immediately, widening his mask’s eyes in a way he’s been told is exceedingly endearing. “Ready to experience a whole new world?”

She takes the hand he’s holding out to her, and with her permission, he hoists her up onto his hip.

“I hope you know I’m doing this for you,” she says, voice sullen even as she wraps her arms around his waist.

Peter smiles. “And I’m very grateful.”

Imani shrieks in his ear as he takes off, and they make it to the precinct in less than five minutes. When she sees her mother waiting for her in the station window, she starts shrieking for an entirely different reason.

Peter feels warmer than he has all day.

He sticks around the police station just long enough to tell the cop assigned to the case where he’d found her, and is about to head back out when a small hand taps on his arm.

“You left this, Mr. Spider,” Imani says, holding out the yo-yo.

“You keep it,” Peter says, knowing the web’ll dissolve in a few hours, anyway. “And keep an eye on your mom for me, too. She seems super smart. You wouldn’t want her to get lost again.”

Imani nods. Then she squints up at him. “Were you really cold?”

Peter laughs despite himself, and shoots a web at a nearby sign before launching himself into the air.

“Not when you’re around.”

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Nine: Dancing ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū,  Nohara Rin, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: Like Magic ] [ Previous || Next ]

As soon as it’s announced, the Yule Ball is the subject on every student’s (and many professors’) tongues. Girls quickly become giddy, wondering who might ask them, what they’ll wear, and how the night might go. Boys, on the other hand, seem to stutter, finding themselves pressured to find a date.

For the champions of the three schools, this is even more apparent. Set to start off the night with their partners, it’s of the utmost importance that they find a suitable second half to both represent their schools...and themselves.

“So, what do you think? Will you go?”

Ryū looks up from her Charms assignment, quill hovering over her parchment. Hesitating, she then admits, “I...doubt anyone will ask me. And how sad would it be to go alone, right?” Her lips quirk in a nervous smile.

“But it’s been hundreds of years since the last Yule Ball! You’d miss it just because you don’t have a partner?” Rin counters, looking abashed. “Surely you can still enjoy it without a partner, right?”

“...I don’t know…”

The other Hufflepuff gives a curt breath. “...well, I don’t know if anyone will ask me, either. So how about this: if no one asks us, we’ll just...go together! As friends!”

Ryū considers that. “I...well, sure! But...surely Kakashi is going to ask you,” she offers.

“Oh, I don’t know...he’s such a stick in the mud! I overheard him saying he might not even go!” Rin folds her arms, one leg swung up over the other. “Honestly...what’s wrong with boys?”

That earns a soft laugh from her friend. “I haven’t the slightest idea.”

“Well...what about Obito?” Rin then asks. “I mean...you two talk quite a bit!”

“You talk to him, too.”

“Well, a little…” The umber-haired witch wilts a bit. “I...haven’t made as much time for him as I should, lately. And...well, it can be a bit...tough talking with a Slytherin, right?”

There’s a pause. “...I don’t pay houses much mind,” Ryū murmurs, eyes falling back to her essay. “...I know you’re awfully busy with Kakashi most days, anyway.”

“Well...you didn’t answer my question. Sounds to me like you’re obfuscating!”

“...I don’t know, honestly. I mean...we’re friends. But I’m not sure if he’d want to ask me…”

“...well, I guess we’ll see how it goes,” Rin sighs, letting the subject rest. “...I suppose if all else fails, we can ask them ourselves.”

At that, Ryū flares bright pink. “I...I couldn’t -!”

Her friend laughs, waving aside her concern. “I’m just saying. Who knows? Maybe we’ll have more fun going just the two of us, huh? Just remember: try to be by yourself sometimes: if you’re alone, they might be brave enough to ask you!”

Still a bit flushed, Ryū doesn’t reply, bending over her work and busying herself to avoid the conversation going any further.

It’s true, she’s become fairly good friends with one Obito Uchiha, a Slytherin and fellow fifth year. How he wound up in that house she can’t be sure: he’s such a goof, and very sweet. House rivalries are so strong, it can be a bit...disheartening to see how they all treat each other. Fitting, at least, that his self-proclaimed rival Kakashi Hatake is in Gryffindor. They, alongside Rin, grew up in the same part of England together...while Ryū only got to know them once she started school at Hogwarts. Rin had quickly latched onto her as a fellow Hufflepuff and future Healer. The pair became fast friends, and Ryū was absorbed into their little trio, now a quad. And at first, it had been all roses.

But as they got older, and things like house rivalries and crushes started to become more apparent, their group has become a bit...fractured. Kakashi and Obito are still friends...she thinks. But the classic rift between their houses has grown as they’ve aged. Rin, rather smitten with Kakashi, hardly ever has time for Obito anymore. Ryū is really the only one who still talks to him. Which is mostly because they’re still friends, and she doesn’t pay the houses much mind. But...also because she’s secretly smitten with him herself.

And while Obito is friendly, well...there’s little hiding his old flame for Rin when they were young. Times have changed, and she’s not sure if he feels the same...or that he could ever see her in such a light. Everything is becoming so confusing and complicated...she just wants things to go back to how they were. With the four of them as friends, not worrying about hearts or houses or...whatever!

But as she finishes her work and rolls up her parchment, Ryū can’t get the subject out of her head. Rin’s already off chatting with the other girls of their year, so...Ryū decides to go for a walk to try and clear her mind. With her things put away, she heads out through the hidden passage and just...strolls through the corridors. It’s not quite time for curfew, and a few other students are still out and about for one reason or another.

Eventually, she sits herself on a bench, leaning back and sighing. Well...so much for a jaunt making her feel better. Now she’s just worrying while walking.

“Ryū.”

Tiling her head back down, Ryū blinks at the sight of none other than Kakashi. For a moment, she’s a bit unsure what to say. He doesn’t talk to her much anymore. “...hi! What are you doing in this part of the castle…?”

“This and that,” he replies vaguely. His posture is lax, but...there’s still a slight look of tension about him.

“Oh...well, Rin’s in the Hufflepuff dormitories if you’re looking for her. I just...wanted to go for a walk.”

“That’s all right. I saw her earlier.”

...well then. Feeling a little unsure why he’s suddenly breaking the silence, Ryū just sort of...waits awkwardly. “Did you...need something?”

There’s a beat of a pause. “...I just thought I’d come see if you’d...like to go to the ball. With me.”

For a moment, it’s like he’s speaking a different language, Ryū blinking in both surprise and confusion. He...but…? “I...I thought you’d want to ask Rin. I mean, aren’t you two -?”

“We’re just friends,” Kakashi counters quickly.

“...but it’s been ages since you’ve even talked to me,” is her retort, brow furrowing as she only grows more confused. “Why would you ask me and not her? You talk every day!”

“Doesn’t mean I’d want to ask her to a ball.”

After a pause, Ryū exhales, still feeling taken aback. “...Kakashi, I...why are you asking me?”

“Cuz I want to.”

“That’s not -?”

“I like you.”

“But...why?” Her hands lift in a gesture of being dumbfounded. “...you’ve only gotten more distant the older we’ve gotten. Sure we all used to spend time together when we were first or second years, but lately you’ve ignored all of us except Rin!”

“Rin’s just...persistent.”

“...do you not like her?”

“I…” It’s his turn to flounder. “...I don’t know. Sometimes she’s a little...much? I can’t...put it into words.”

“She likes you, Kakashi,” Ryū admits, hoping Rin would forgive her telling him. “That’s why she talks to you! Tries to make sure you’re doing okay! Would you really push someone away who cares for you like that?”

...he doesn’t have a reply for that one.

“...look. I’m...flattered you asked me. But I couldn’t do that to Rin. I’m sorry. If you don’t want to ask her, then...don’t. It’s not good to play with her feelings like that. But...I can’t do that to her. And…” She plucks up her bravery, and admits, “...there’s someone else I’d...rather go with, if I’m to go at all.”

Kakashi’s eyes flicker over her face...and then he seems to wilt with a kind of understanding. “...I get it. Sorry I asked.”

“No, don’t -”

“Forget it.” Turning on his heel, Kakashi spins around and stalks off.

Raising a hand as if to pull him back, Ryū slowly lets it fall with a sigh. She...had no idea he liked her...she wasn’t even sure they were friends anymore! He’s so...so...stubborn!

...poor Rin. Does he really not have any feelings for her…? Surely he must! Rin is so kind, and helpful, and positive! Even Ryū used to admire her as a bit more than friends for a while. Leaning elbows on her knees, she buries her face in her hands. Now what’s she to do…? She can’t tell Rin Kakashi asked her...it would break her heart. But...if Kakashi doesn’t return her feelings...would it be kinder to at least let her know?

Ugh...this is all so obnoxiously complicated! A bit overwhelmed, her jaw clenches against the feeling of tears. While Ryū knows it can’t just go back to how it was, no matter her wishing...all of this drama is just making her heartsick.

Sniffling and wiping her eyes on her robe sleeve, she stands and just...mulls it all over. And then, with an idea in her mind, she turns and starts walking again. Through the castle she goes, descending down some stairs until she’s in the dungeons. She’s...never actually been to the Slytherin dorms, but...hopefully she’ll find her way. A few green-clad students eye her funny, but Hufflepuff is arguably the least disliked of the houses by the Slytherins. No one gives her any trouble.

“Um...excuse me…”

Turning around, a seventh year perks a brow. “...yeah?”

“I was wondering if, um...if I could visit someone in the...in the dorms?”

“Who are you looking for?”

“O-”

“Hey!”

Turning around, Ryū actually wilts a bit in relief. Obito himself is jogging down the corridor toward her. “...hey!”

The other students then take their leave, the pair turning to face each other fully. “Everything okay? You’ve never been down this far, have you?”

“No, I haven’t,” Ryū admits, tucking into herself a bit sheepishly. “At least, not beyond for Potions. But, um...I wanted to talk to you.”

Obito blinks. “...okay! Here, uh…” Unlike the upper floors, there aren’t exactly benches in the dungeon...so he instead leads her into the Potions classroom. “You didn’t really answer me if you’re all right.”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” A pause. “...at least...I think I’m okay…”

“Did something happen?”

“...Obito...what happened to us?’

He blinks. “...uh...what do you mean?”

“I mean us, and our friends. Rin, and Kakashi. Everything was great when we were younger, and then...it all started to feel like it was...breaking apart.” Ryū wilts, and Obito can’t help a look of worry. “...you...you know that Rin likes Kakashi...right?”

“...yeah. She has for a long time.”

“And are you…? I mean, do you -?”

“Rin’s a dear friend to me,” Obito replies softly. “But...people change. Which is why things aren’t the same. It...kinda hurt realizing that, but...what can you do?”

Expression still somber, she looks up to him with her typical doe eyes. “...Kakashi asked me to the ball.”

“W...wait, what -?”

“I said no.”

“...but -?”

“Rin likes him. I’d never do that to her. But now I’m worried that she’s going to get hurt when she realizes, and I don’t w-want her to be mad at me, and...and…!” Ryū’s face starts to crumble, shaking with a few small sobs.

Obito flounders, hesitating a moment before moving to sit beside her. “Hey...it’s okay. Rin’s a tough person. She’ll get through it. But I don’t think it’s a matter of Kakashi not liking her. He’s just…” Obito heaves a sigh, trying to think of how to explain. “...he’s stubborn. And...I think he could come around. He’s just so used to doing everything on his own. Rin’s doting might just rub him the wrong way cuz he doesn’t know what to do with it.”

“Should I...tell Rin what he said?”

“Nah...leave what’s between them, between them. They’ll figure it out. You told Kakashi what you thought. Now he’s got to think about it himself.”

“...okay.” A bit tired after all the fuss, Ryū just sort of...collapses herself against Obito’s side. “...do you think we’ll ever all be friends again like we were…?”

“...I dunno. Like I said, people change. And if that means friendships don’t work like they used to...better to let them go than let them get ruined, right?”

“...mm.” Glancing up, Ryū manages a little smile. “...everyone might think you’re just a goof, but you’re actually very wise, Obito.”

That makes him go a soft shade of pink. “...maybe I’m both.”

She giggles. “...maybe you are.” Heaving a sigh, there’s a moment of peaceful silence. “...hey, Obito…”

“Hm?”

“...would you like to go to the ball with me?”

Immediately, she feels him stiffen. “M...me?”

“Mhm. You don’t have to. I would just…” Ryū glances aside, now pink herself. “I would...like to go with you, but only if you’d want to. You can say no.”

“But...why me?”

“Well...you’re one of my best friends, for one. And, um…” The pink gets a bit darker, but she pushes through. “I...I like you...you’re very sweet, and you always listen to me. I feel...safe around you. Like a friend. But...also...like m-more than...a friend. I-if that’s bad, then -!”

“You...you really like me…?”

Greys hesitantly flicker to his face, afraid of what she’ll find. His expression is slack with surprise, and a rosy red. “I…I do. I have for...a while. But I wasn’t sure if you...a-and Rin...and -”

Cutting her off, Obito latches onto her, and she can’t help a squeak of surprise as he hides his face in the crook of her neck. “...I like you, too,” he mumbles against the collar of her robe.

“...really…?”

A nod.

She blinks wide eyes. “...so...w-would you go with...with me?”

Another nod, and then, “...I don’t know how to dance…”

There’s a small pause, and then Ryū bursts into a fit of giggles. “Well...I don’t know how to, either. We can stumble through it together, okay? Though...I think the heads of houses are going to give the students who need them some basic lessons…?”

Letting go enough to look at her, Obito nonetheless gives a hint of a pout. “...so, I can’t practice with you…?”

Softening, Ryū gives a pink-cheeked smile. “Well...I guess we can learn with our housemates, and then...p-practice together…?”

That gets him to brighten. “...okay! We’ll find an empty classroom and do it there.”

For a moment, Ryū’s heart flutters. Dance in an empty classroom...with Obito...alone? “S...sure!”

“Okay! Then...that’s settled!” With that, Obito hops to his feet, looking motivated. “I’ll...need to get some dress robes…”

“Yeah, me too. I never thought I’d need some!”

“Uh...is there a certain color I should get…?”

“I think the guys usually wear black, right? Um…” She nibbles her lip. “...I’ll see if I can find black. Or...maybe white?”

“White would be good. It would match your hair!”

Ryū gives a giddy giggle. “That’s true! And it is the Yule ball...snow, and all that.”

“I bet you’ll look really pretty!”

As Obito blurts, the pair of them go pink all over again. “T...thank you. And you’re sure to look d-dashing in dress robes, too!” She beams at him, entirely overwhelmed.

A silence falls...and then grows…

“Oh, it’s probably almost curfew! You better get back to the Hufflepuff dorm,” Obito then realizes, leading the way to the door.

“I’ll be okay! Our Head is pretty forgiving,” Ryū assures him. “But you need to get back, too.”

“It’s not far. So, uh...once we’ve had some lessons, we’ll see about practicing, right?”

“Right!”

“...okay. Got it. Uh…” Looking a bit overwhelmed with all they’ve covered, Obito flounders for a moment. “...then I’ll say goodnight…?”

She nods with a smile. “...goodnight.”

Another moment passes of them just standing there, and then...they each manage to peel off the way they’re headed. Obito heads back toward the dungeons, and Ryū makes her way back up the stairs, feeling a strange kind of light-headed. She...told Obito she likes him. She asked him to the ball. And he...he said yes…!

For a moment, she forgets all her worry about Kakashi, and practically floats back to the Hufflepuff dormitories.

“Where’ve you been?” Rin asks, a brow perked.

“...went for a walk.”

Studying her friend skeptically, Rin loosely folds your arms. “...you look funny,” she notes bluntly.

Deciding to be forthright, Ryū simply replies, “...I asked Obito to the ball.”

“You what?!”

“It was your idea!”

“Well I -! I didn’t expect you to do it! You’re so…”

“What?”

“Shy!”

“Well...like you said, it’s a limited opportunity. No time to be timid, right?”

Rin seems to try and find a counterpoint. “...I...guess you’re right.”

“So, you should go ask Kakashi. But...tomorrow. It’s after curfew.” And he needs some time to think…

Going a bit pink, the other witch eventually wilts in concession. “...I’ll...think about it. I really wasn’t thinking you’d...do that.” She gives a small huff of a laugh. “...guess I thought we’d end up going together.”

“Well...if Kakashi says yes, then...we can all go together, right? Just like...old times.”

“...maybe we can. I guess I’ll ask him about it when I...ask him. If I ask him.”

“We’ll just have to keep the boys from bickering, huh?” Ryū tries a grin.

Not bothering to stop a snort, Rin counters, “I’m not sure that’s possible, but...we can try.”

“Now all we need is to learn how to dance…”

“I bet Kakashi already knows how.”

“Really?”

“Sure! He has to know everything,” Rin laughs, her friend soon joining in. “...well, now that I’m over my surprise, I’m glad you asked him. That took guts! I mean...you’ve liked him for a while, right?”

At first going pink at the praise, Ryū then balks. “Wait, you...you knew?”

“I’m your best friend, of course I knew,” Rin counters, smiling smugly.

“O-oh...well, Obito seemed clueless.”

“Of course he was. He’s Obito. Did he, you know...say he likes you back?”

“M...mhm…”

Rin lights up. “That’s wonderful! I was hoping...I know he was quite keen on me for a while, but...I don’t know. Obito’s sweet, but...well, you two are just better suited.”

“...people change,” Ryū agrees, echoing Obito’s words.

“A good way to put it. Now...I dunno about you, but I think I might turn in. We’ve got Charms first thing and I don’t want to be groggy!”

“Mhm!” Following her friend from the common room, Ryū holds a cautious hope: that maybe, in some small way...they might get to have a night like it used to be. The four of them together again. Tucking into bed, she stares up into the canopy above her, trying to imagine her upcoming dance lessons.

Fighting a giddy smile, she brings her pillow up over her face to smother her giggles.

     HARRY POTTER AU. Meg brought this up a while back and I've wanted to dabble in it, so...here we go! Also a very self indulgent love square cuz...it's fun to write xD And cuz that way everyone (eventually) ends up with a love, and I adore KakaRin tbh.      Anywho...not too much else to say! I might do more HP later, we'll see how it goes. But for now, that's all I've got. Thanks for reading!

#obiryū october #abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #nohara rin #hatake kakashi #like magic [ au ]

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Anything Is Possible

Author: IDeserveYou

Year: 2013

Rating: R

Pairing: Rudi Van DiSarzio/Spider Dijon

Rudi and Spider wake in a heap on the verandah, looking out over the neatly hoovered courtyard, the morning sun bright in their narrowed eyes. The girls are nowhere to be seen, though from the bar comes the sound of snoring. The bongo brothers look at each other, and cautiously unwind their tangled limbs. ‘We didn’t…?’ Rudi looks hastily away. Spider throws back his tatty mane and laughs raucously. ‘No, my friend, you would know about it if we had. Although…’ And then the laughter has gone from his voice, and he is speaking honestly, as he never has all through the years Rudi has known him. ‘Although I think per’aps we would have liked to. And maybe one day we will, no? You think zat might be possible for us?’ ‘I do not know.’ Rudi watches the sparkle of sunlight on the water-trough. ‘I cannot see how.’ ‘Look into your mind,’ Spider says. ‘Use the door.’ ‘I do not think the door was put there for this kind of purpose.’ ‘Who is to say why ze door is zere? But it is zere, and ma door is telling me zat if you look behind your door you will see what it is zat might be possible. So look.’ Rudi pushes the door open, just a crack, and looks. Spider waits with an air of expectancy, hopefulness even. His eyes are very blue. Presently he says: ‘Tell me.’ ‘Your body...’ Rudi struggles to find the words to describe what he saw last night: the sinuous twist of Spider’s slim hips in silhouette against the torchlight, the tangled fall of his hair, the abandoned joy in his face. And how his own mouth had suddenly gone dry with wanting. ‘What about ma body?’ Spider stretches his legs out, glances casually downwards and shrugs. ‘It is ze same one I’ve always ’ad.’ ‘The way… the way it moves.’ Rudi looks at Spider’s belt, the way it lies flat across his belly. ‘When the music takes you, and you dance, you are… you are…’ ‘What am I?’ ‘Beautiful,’ Rudi says, and then he turns away, blushing. ‘I never saw it before. It makes me want to… to do things…’ He hears Spider shift beside him; about to get up and walk away, perhaps. He cannot look round. Then a hand is laid over his own. ‘Tell me of zese things.’ Spider’s hoarse, harsh voice is almost gentle. ‘Many people, zey want to do things with Spider, zey tell ’im ’e is sexy and charismatic and a bongo genius, but nobody ever told him he was beautiful.’ Rudi looks down at their joined hands, and takes a deep breath. ‘Promise me one thing, brother. Promise me you will not laugh.’ ‘I promise,’ Spider says. ‘I promise I will not laugh.’ ‘Thank you.’ Rudi opens his mind; dares to push the door open further, and look closer. ‘I want… I want to take you away from here. Just you and me, like it was at the beginning, when we were young and laughed a lot more than we do now.’ ‘Back to Cancun?’ Spider says hopefully. ‘Spider had a great time there, yeah, got drunk for two weeks and laid every senorita on the beach at least once…’ ‘That is not what I am talking about.’ Rudi sighs. Perhaps it was a mistake to think Spider could ever understand. ‘Listen, you got drunk for two weeks and had sex many times. I spent two weeks looking for you and another week sitting by your bedside in the hospital fending off weeping women and their aggrieved boyfriends. Spider may have had a great time, but Rudi certainly did not.’ ‘So, this time it would be different.’ Spider tightens his grip on Rudi’s hand. ‘Spider is older and wiser, knows how to have a good time without killing himself, yeah?’ ‘Spider, what I am trying to say is, that that was a good time for you but not for me.’ ‘Oh… but it ’as always been zat way, ze bongo brothers make an album an’ go on tour, Spider gets wrecked, Rudi takes care of Spider, Spider gets better, zey make anozzer album, zey go on tour again…’ Spider falls silent. Then looks up, his eyes full of sudden tears. ‘But zis time, ze door is telling me, it does not ’ave to be zat way, and I think you are telling me too, no? Zis time we ’ave a good time together, both of us, and Rudi my brother, I am sorry for all ze ozzer good times zat were bad times for you.’ He wipes his eyes on the back of his hand. ‘I am sorry,’ he whispers. ‘That’s… all right.’ Rudi pats him awkwardly on the back. ‘So will you tell me more?’ Spider asks, sniffing. ‘More about what you want?’ ‘Very well. I want to take you to a fancy hotel, it does not matter where. And hire a suite, run a big bath full of hot water…’ ‘Hey, you tellin’ Spider ’e smells bad?’ ‘No. Not at all. You are not the biggest advert for personal hygiene, but…’ Rudi leans down and breathes in the dusty, sweaty, spicy fragrance of Spider’s matted dreadlocks. ‘I like the way you smell. I should like to get to know it better.’ ‘Oh, by takin’ off all ma clothes, hmmm?’ Spider is smiling again now. ‘Yes,’ Rudi says, taking courage, ‘I want to take off all your clothes and look at you.’ Spider shrugs. ‘Precious little zere zat you ’aven’t seen already over ze years.’ ‘Yes, but I will never have looked at you in quite that way before. And when I have looked my fill, I want to bathe you all over, touch you all over –’ ‘And per’aps Spider could do ze same for you, no? Take off your dress –’ ‘This is not a dress. It is –’ ‘Ze sacred robe of ze psychedelic monks, I know, I know, I wear ze same dress too now. Just not all ze time, Spider likes ze support of nice tight trousers around his specially gifted parts.’ Spider hitches at the bulge in his crotch, then looks up and grins. ‘And you like it too,’ he adds thoughtfully. ‘I –’ Rudi is stilled, quivering, a rabbit caught in headlights. Spider’s grin is positively predatory. ‘Even you,’ he chuckles. ‘Even you, Rudi van der Sarzio, you cannot resist ze Spider and ’is eight –’ ‘Exactly. I cannot resist, I no longer wish to resist, I want us to free ourselves of our sacred robes and be together, with nothing coming between us.’ Spider splutters with laughter. ‘Except for nine ’appy cocks, per’aps.’ Rudi frowns. ‘Do not be coarse, my friend. This is a delicate matter. It may not be easy. I will admit, I do not have quite your… experience. I will need to feel my way…’ ‘Fine by me,’ Spider murmurs, shuffling a little closer. ‘You can start now, if you like… Ah. Too much too soon, hmmm? Is OK, stay zere, keep talkin’, tell ze Spider ’ow it will be when you make love to ’im, I am thinkin’ of you bollock naked on ze bathmat and then… does a bed per’aps feature in your plans for our future?’ ‘A bed… Yes.’ Rudi lies down again, his head on Spider’s chest. ‘A big bed with crisp white sheets. I want to pick you up in my arms and carry you to that bed and lay you down, and then…’ ‘And zen what?’ Spider’s heartbeat is loud in Rudi’s ears. ‘What will you do wiz Spider when ’e is all washed clean and lying in your bed?’ ‘I will kneel,’ Rudi whispers, ‘kneel beside the bed…’ Spider chuckles wickedly. ‘You will find it easier to reach if you kneel on ze bed. Zen you will ’ave ze choice of all eight, no?’ Rudi feels suddenly dizzy with the marvellous visions that Spider’s words are spinning in his head. ‘Very well. I will kneel on the bed. And I will lean over and…’ ‘Slide your big mouth over one of ma big ’ard pricks…’ Spider breathes, reaching up to trail a fingertip suggestively over Rudi’s lower lip. ‘I will not be in such a hurry.’ Rudi takes the finger briefly into his mouth, feeling Spider shudder beneath him as he licks at it and then lets it go. ‘First, I will kiss you. On the mouth, then on the nipples, perhaps, if that is something that you would like.’ ‘Oh.’ Spider wriggles ecstatically. ‘Oh, yes, zat is most definitely a thing that Spider would like. An’ when Spider’s nipples are as rock-solid as ’is cocks, zen what will you do?’ ‘I will kiss your beautiful flat belly, and your thighs, and then –’ ‘You missed something. What about ma belly bouton?’ ‘What about it?’ Rudi’s never really noticed Spider’s navel, but now he comes to think of it, peeking above Spider’s low-slung belt, it does have potential… ‘You want me to kiss you there too?’ ‘Ohhhh yes. An’ per’aps slide your tongue in, or a wet finger, as though it were ma –’ Rudi shivers with delicious anticipation. ‘I will do those things for you, my brother, and then I will kneel between your legs and – and – ’ He closes his eyes, breathing hard. ‘And do… exactly what you said earlier. With my mouth. And my hands…’ Spider gentles him; strokes his hair. ‘Easy there, brother. I know, zese things zey are not easy for you to say. But Spider is getting ze message, loud and clear.’ He shifts his position a little, just enough for Rudi to feel the hardness pressing against his lower back. Then he chuckles. ‘An’ when Spider ’as come all over your face an’ your ’ands, an’ ‘e ‘as finished apologizing an’ cleanin’ you up, zen what will you do?’ ‘I will roll you over,’ Rudi says with sudden boldness, ‘face down on those crisp white sheets with a pillow under your... specially gifted parts. And I will kiss you and touch you all over your back and your delectable arse until I am as hard as rock and you are begging me to – to –’ ‘To fuck me.’ Spider’s hoarse, needy whisper almost undoes Rudi on the spot. ‘Yes. To do that. I will prepare the way for myself, carefully, so carefully, I will of course have obtained the proper lubricants and prophylactics, I will work my fingers inside you little by little until you are wet and open and ready for me...’ ‘You seem to know a lot about ’ow to prepare a man for fucking.’ ‘I... read a lot about it. On the internet.’ Rudi blushes. ‘Many women write about it in great detail, and it seemed to me to be something it might one day be necessary for even a psychedelic monk to know.’ ‘It’s good zat you know. An’ one day you will know it with your body, an’ not just in your mind...’ Spider puts his arms around Rudi, and holds on tight. ‘Go on. What will ’appen next?’ Rudi heaves a deep breath. He has thought about this so often, but saying it out loud is an entirely different matter. And actually doing it – if this turns out to be real, and not just another of Spider’s crazy fantasies – will be an entirely different matter again. ‘I will...’ He clears his throat. ‘I will kneel once again between your thighs, and when my erection is suitably protected and lubricated I will spread you apart with my hands, and press the hot, hard head of my cock against your...’ ‘Entrance,’ Spider murmurs. ‘Or my ’ole, or my ring, I do not care what you call it so long as you get inside it.’ ‘I will be gentle, but persistent.’ Rudi’s cock twitches under his robes. ‘And eventually you will let me in, I will slide smoothly inside you and...’ ‘Oh. Oh...’ Spider grinds his hips desperately against Rudi’s back. ‘Oh, my brother, you ’ave undone ze Spider with your lovely filthy talk, I cannot ’old back ze floodgates any longer, I am coming, with all eight at once...’ Rudi doesn’t know what to say; just rolls over and holds the quivering, jerking Spider tight until the climax appears to be more or less finished. ‘Thank you,’ Spider whispers. His face is wet with tears; and when he pulls away from Rudi’s front, his trousers are wet with something quite different. He looks down at himself with a faintly puzzled expression, as though unsure what to do next. ‘Perhaps... a wash?’ Rudi suggests. Spider’s blue eyes come gradually back into focus. ‘Yes, I will go and wash and put on ze dress again, at least it is clean.’ He looks from his own groin to Rudi’s, where the purple fabric is standing up in an impressive tent, and grins like his old self. ‘Zat barn over zere is a good quiet place for a monk to practise some meditation while he is waiting...’ The barn is dusty and peaceful. Rudi pushes the creaking door shut, leans against it, and takes himself in hand under his robe. He summons up the image of Spider, dancing and swaying in the moonlight, and it takes only a couple of strokes before he’s spilling over his fingers and onto the dirt floor. As he’s wiping his hands clean on a wisp of hay, he hears shrill welcoming cries from the courtyard, running footsteps, and then deeper voices: the men of the village are coming home. More running footsteps are followed by a sudden creak, and Spider reappears in the doorway; somehow Rudi knows that he’s wearing nothing underneath that purple robe. The thought is intoxicating. And so is the music that’s just started up again. ‘Can you hear it?’ Rudi asks. ‘The new sound, in the music?’ Spider snorts. ‘Forget about ze new sound, let’s get out of ’ere. Some of zese men are big and tall an’ zey will not be too pleased to find zeir girlfriends ’ave ’ad some Spider Loving... do you think our doors will tell us the way to the nearest travel agent?’ ‘You mean that?’ Rudi is amazed. He didn’t think Spider could possibly be serious. ‘Of course I do.’ From now on, all of ze Spider Loving, it is for you.’ Spider kisses Rudi on the cheek. ‘Now come on, you big man in a dress, stop staring at ze Spider, an’ get moving. I wanna book zat trip. An’ it ’ad better be somewhere far away.’ ‘Why?’ Spider laughs, and takes his hand. ‘Because, ma friend, you ’ave told me what you would like to do to me, an’ now we’ll need a long flight to give me time to tell you what I would like to do to you...’

#Rudi Van DiSarzio/Spider Dijon #the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #boosh #rudi van disarzio #spider dijon #rudi/spider #rudi van disarnio

[siyeonrk]

MGA SEASON FIVE !      EP. 1 → PART ONE: CALLBACK PERFORMANCE       ( SINGING FLY 0:00 - 1:55 )

when she receives the email, she assumes it’s a politely-worded rejection letter ( albeit automated and thus, void of any actual sympathy ). it’s disguised a little like a positive note from the subject line, but siyeon’s received enough strongly worded emails from her parents about her behaviour at boarding school to know that’s how they reel you in — give you a false sense of serenity before hitting you with the hard stuff. so, she doesn’t rush to open it. she’s in the middle of her shift, hands ( and now phone ) covered in flour so she pushes it to the back of her mind and carries on through to the evening, the notification almost forgotten until she gets into the safety of her bedroom at home. 

a text from jeno lights up her screen but she barely reads the message. instead, her eyes are drawn to the box below it, the sender screaming at her loud and clear. mnet global auditions. yes, her rejection email, and so finally, she picks up her phone with little care, sighs as she clicks through to read it. 

congratulations. she thinks it strange to include the word on your final communication with someone, but the further she reads, the more it sinks in that this isn’t a rejection, far from it, actually. by some miracle, she’s through to the next round, one of far too many whittled down to a mere hundred— how had she sneaked her way in? endless wit and charm? potential for spinning a narrative down the line? she can barely believe it. 

so she reads it again, reloads and reloads as if closing the app or restarting her phone will prove to her that it’s just a figment of her imagination, that it isn’t real — that she hasn’t been contacted for a callback. if her phone hadn’t cost so much ( and hold so many memories ) she’d have dropped it straight to the hard floor. 

the next morning, when it’s all finally sunk in somewhat, she re-reads it again with a clear mind. two minutes, prepare a song, dance or rap for judges and the other ninety-nine contestants. for a moment, she feels a little nervous. she’s never sang for a group so large before, her biggest venue being her friend’s family-and-friends-only birthday party in late 2017 of about fifty people. or rather, forty-five that were actually awake by the time she took the microphone. god, who thought inviting their conservative extended family and all their grandparents to an 18th birthday party was a good idea? out of loyalty, she sang the full five songs she promised she would but after the second verse of the first, she was ready to call it a night. 

regardless, she has to do it. if not to be able to say she did, then to prove to herself that she can. her biggest problem is choosing a song. she already knows immediately that she’ll sing. what is the real question, though. for the auditions, she’d chosen something she felt would be entertaining and upbeat enough on a long day, but she doesn’t want to continue doing exactly the same thing. she’s not thinking too much about making herself memorable amongst so many likely far more talented contestants; in all honestly, the probably vital concept completely slips her mind. instead, she’s wondering how she can build upon what she auditioned with, how she can show something a little different without venturing so far out of her comfort zone that she risks it all. she wants to sing something familiar, something soft, without it being just another happy acoustic guitar and piano song. maybe something slow and sensual? an english ballad? 

in the end, spending hours scrolling through songs, she settles on something closer than she’d intended, but still distant enough that she feels that it gives off a different vibe. this time, she should have the chance to show off a little more colour to her voice. there’s a little tame belting, plenty of opportunities for her to adlib. it’s a great version of an otherwise very pop song, too, that she hopes most of the audience aren’t familiar with so it piques their interest when the backing track starts. 

only time will tell, and tell it will, as she spends the next few days practising it endlessly. her coworkers are fed up of her noise in the kitchen, her grandmother even grew tired of her singing wherever she is, whatever she’s doing, that she’d started going out on walks to the convenience store more, despite siyeon’s protests about her health. ( the doctor had said it’d be good for her to get out more, get fresh air and stretch her legs, but siyeon worries. she always worries. ) 

when the time comes, she nervously takes a seat, re-tucking her t-shirt into the waist of her jeans. the belt feels a little tight under all the lights and the pressure of so many eyes scanning by her as each contestant seems to be glancing at their competition. it’s hard not to run over the crowd growing when she knows there’ll be familiar faces amongst them, friends she’s not seen for a while because they’re all so busy with this and even a few ex-idols, too. her curiosity usually gets the better of her, after all. 

the hustle and bustle begins to die down as the next step of the auditioning process begins. now it feels like a tv show, with their elaborate stage and the lights dimming and cameramen whizzing around. she doesn’t know how much of today will make it into the first episode of the show, or how much of their previous round of auditions will either, but it’s a question long forgotten in the back of her mind when they announce the arrival of the judges. she expects it to be a group of known idols, seniors in the industry that are highly respected and regarded for their respective talents, like lc9 and myname members, or that phenomenal vocalist from she’z, but lo and behold, it’s another step up even from them as the ceos saunter in and suddenly siyeon thinks there’s no way I can do this and her palms begin to feel sweaty. 

this is so much pressure, she thinks, so much more than I expected. having to sing for a crowd so large already was enough to shake her a little bit, but she’d gotten over that with time. this, however, is an entirely different ball game— and she’d had no time to prepare for it. maybe if she’d known the ceos would be here, she’d have practised harder, brought something more extravagant to the game. they’ve seen countless talents in their lifetimes, what makes her think they’ll even bat an eyelash at her? 

but she’s here now and she’s worked so hard for it. she’s spent more hours than she has fingers and toes three times over readying herself for this moment — for being called down to sing and to show them what she’s capable of and hopefully, what she could be capable of in their experienced hands. she sucks in a deep breath. she has until she hears her name to centre herself and thankfully, with a hundred contestants, there’s plenty of time to get there. 

( and of course psych herself back out again, and then up again, then out, then up— and so forth. ) 

by the time she is called, she isn’t really sure what she’s feeling. it’s numb, surreal, and she thinks she’s probably going to trip on her way there just to ice that sweet, sweet carrot cake, but soon she’s standing before five of the most influential people in the industry and her palms are sweaty and her feet fidgeting and she’s bowing ninety degrees for a little too long. 

“I’m park siyeon and I’ll be singing fly by jiu.” she barely has time to shuffle her weight about to loosen herself up before the backing track is starting. 

it’s softer, already more subtle than the pop genre original, but siyeon honestly likes both reasonably equally. despite her usual affinity for acoustic tracks, she appreciates the harmonies and positive vibe of the first iteration of the song. after all, it’s a song about self love and that’s always best expressed through a happier beat, she thinks. but this version, the one she starts a few seconds in, comes from a different place. it might not entirely be something that’s overly important to her, to her own growth, but she knows confidence, spreading your wings, believing in yourself— they’re things so many people struggle with and if she can touch anyone with this deeper, more emotional rendition, then she’ll consider it a success. 

she does have to actually make it through the next two minutes first, though. 

invisible 안갯속에 나를 찾아야만 해 yeah 작은 불빛 그 희망은 상상만으로도 you’ll find

for the first verse and pre-chorus, her voice is much more gentle in tone. it’s akin to her audition, a little too breathy in places and a little too powerful in others as she moves into the chorus in due time. when she watches clips of these shows, so many contestants close their eyes, look as if they’re totally submerged in the moment but siyeon smiles, clicks along to the beat with a bit of bounce in her body. she wants to look relaxed, like she’s having fun ( and isn’t, instead, screaming for basically two minutes in her head not to forget the lyrics or mess up; no biggie ). of course, it means she probably looks like she’s trying too hard, but she’d rather appear nervous but trying than too dramatic, than emotionless or dry. delivery is just as important as actual talent, right? or maybe that’s just what she’s telling herself as she fails to see how else she might stand even a fraction of a chance against the other performers she’s seen thus far. 

높은 곳을 향해 손을 뻗어 볼 때 닿을 것만 같은 느낌 바라왔던 날들 가까워진 걸까 저 하늘에 그려져

just spread your wings 저 끝까지 가슴 뛰는 소릴 따라 두 눈을 감고 꿈을 펼쳐봐 you’re a hero, you can fly you can fly, oh, yeah, oh

the belted notes of the chorus are a contrast to what she’d handled in her audition. she doesn’t want to fall flat, so she always ends up putting a little too much gut into them, a little too much effort. on their own, they sound great. on their own, the softer verses sound great. together, her song is a little disjointed, her transitions between each unpolished but the potential is there. she lacks a little of the control they so likely desire, but it shows in her adlibs that she’s capable of it — if only she were to know what she was doing, if only she had someone to guide her along the way. 

though, again, maybe that’s just what she’s telling herself to plough through the worry that she’s already messing everything up. is there a world record for fastest mga audition to go wrong? at least she could stand a chance at that if all else fails. 

단 한 번도 보지 못한 세상이 펼쳐질 거야 구름 위로 날아올라 ‘cause your wings are made to fly

somehow, with the blink of an eye, she’s at the second verse and generously more than half way through her performance. she mellows back down to her quieter tone, though her bright smile doesn’t falter. she can’t let herself slip now; she’s made it this far and she’s determined to make it to the end. she’s no longer nervous about singing for the sheer number of people here, nor the ceos, instead a little elated despite other worries that she’d had the honour at all. after all, she can barely begin to imagine how many people auditioned and yet, here she is, one of the hundred the roster was whittled down to. that has to mean something, right? potential ( as a trainee or just as entertainment on the show, she doesn’t want to think too hard about ) shown, possibly, or even just to help buffer up their favourites for the show ( by comparison, she’s sure they’d look much more impressive ) but whatever it is, she’s here and she intends to savour every moment of it. 

due to the layering of the original, there’s a lot that’s missed in this subdued, single vocalist version. for that reason, she has to skip the first half of the opening line of the pre-chorus this time around, her voice projecting clearly with the run from the end of the verse. she’d practised it especially hard, recording herself to see how it sounded. she’d wanted them to think she’s professional, serious about this— isn’t fancy vocal tricks the way to do that? thankfully, she’s not able to overdo it, so it’s still quite tame as she executes a pretty adlib or two throughout. she wishes she could sing right through to the very last beat, show them how sweet her voice is in the slightly higher bridge, but her time is coming to an end. 

손을 뻗어 볼 때 닿을 것만 같은 느낌 바라왔던 날들 가까워진 걸까 저 하늘에 그려져

it’s not the most natural finish to a performance, but she does her best to fade out as the instrumental behind her does the same. the harsh cuts of her audition song had put her off, so she’d asked for help this time making sure she wouldn’t be remembered for making ninety-nine contestants and the five ceos jump out their seats at the sudden melody. 

when she’s done, satisfied, she bows once more and makes her way back to her seat. her heart’s thumping aggressively in her chest and the contestants sitting around her offer her encouraging smiles as she makes her way back over. her fingers shake against her thighs but she’s done and now it’s just a waiting game. a really horribly painful waiting game. 

#rkmga5 #rkmga5callback #* solo! #* mga5! #( wc; 2069 ) #( pls click the song link; you won't regret it!! )

[onlyinmywildestfantasies]

a short update

Hello, darlings!! I know I haven’t posted anything in a while, and I don’t know if anyone cares, but it’s because school has been ruining me. It’s nearing the end of the semester, so there’s been a lot of tests and crying, and there’s still more in the following weeks to come :(( 

Hope you all understand 😊

But I’ve been working on one of my wips, which is a soulmate! au with Jaehyun, and I’m pretty close to finishing it, so I will hopefully upload it by next week or so.

It’s a pretty long fic, with like 30k words because I like suffering :’(, and it’s somewhat fluff, somewhat angst, a little bit of enemies-to-lovers?

Idk how else to describe it lol, so here’s a little preview to hopefully make you guys excited for it :)

Suddenly, music fills your ears and you turn to the source. Your eyes zero in on a questionable sight, and so you tug on Jaehyun's sleeve until he's turning around, his eyes wide from confusion. "What's going on over there?"

You lift a finger to point in the direction, and his eyes follow it to land on a couple. Jaehyun's lips curl into a mischievous smirk as he replies, "It's a man and a woman, sweetheart."

"Obviously." You roll your eyes at his answer. "But what are they doing?"

"Wait, you really don't know?" Jaehyun takes a good look at your face to see if you're joking, but when you stare back with genuine eyes, he says, "I really thought it was obvious, but they're dancing."

"Dancing?" you repeat in surprise. "I admit they have the correct form for it, but they're barely moving. Is this a new dance I've never heard of?"

At that, Jaehyun erupts in laughter, and your eyes narrow at him. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he assures while waving his hands. "It's just really cute how clueless you are."

A pout from you makes him chuckle, so you turn to the couple to watch them again. On second inspection, you admit that it almost does look like dancing, as they are huddled close together with the woman's hand resting on the man's shoulder. The only problem is that they're only taking small steps as opposed to the great strides that you're used to. You were pretty sure that for them, it was less dancing and more of an excuse to hold each other tighter.

Jaehyun eyes you as you stare at the couple, your brow still furrowed, and he smiles at the cute sight. "Do you want to try it?"

"Huh?" You are so engrossed in the odd spectacle that you barely catch a word he said, and when you look at him properly, you gasp at his actions.

Jaehyun is bowing, his head lowered, with one arm behind his back. He offers his other hand to you with twinkling eyes. "Would you do me the honor of being my first dance tonight?"

Your own eyes light up as you say, "That depends. Will I be your first and only dance tonight?"

"Of course, my princess."

"Then of course you can dance with me, Jaehyun. I would be honored to." You accept his hand, and as he leads you to the floor, you tease, "I bet you did this with all the town girls."

Jaehyun flashes you a grin. "Guilty as charged, Princess."

"So will this be different from those other times?" you ask as you two stop in the middle. Your hand goes to rest on his shoulder as he gently places his hand on your back.

Jaehyun reaches for your free hand to lace his fingers with yours, and your heart races at how warm and pleasant his touch is. "Oh, it's already different."

You raise a brow at his response. "Because of my status?"

He takes slow, small steps and you follow. "Because you didn't even consider this as dancing."

"We're barely moving, we're just standing in one spot and taking small steps."

"Well, this is supposed to be romantic."

"Romantic, huh?" you muse. "Is that what you are? A secret romantic at heart, only to hide it by pretending to be cold?"

Jaehyun's ears turn red. "Well, maybe so. I'd never thought of myself that way. But I guess it makes sense, seeing as to how I know what girls like."

"You think you've got us figured out, hmm?" You throw a smirk at him. "So tell me, what do girls like?"

"I know they like it when you twirl them around." And to prove his point, he pulls away from you and lifts up your intertwined hands as he waits for you to twirl. So you do, and just when you start to feel dizzy, Jaehyun lets go of your hand to pull you in close to him.

After regaining your composure, you realize the compromising position you two are in: your body is pressed close to his, without any space in between. Your face heats up at the way Jaehyun is holding you so tightly, his arms gathered around your back, making it so that you can feel the hard panes of his chest through his thin shirt. His body heat is practically seeping into you, and your head spins at the thought of how much hotter his body heat could be without clothes.

"W-what are you doing?" you stutter as you try to push Jaehyun back, but he keeps firm and doesn't move at all.

"Just showing you another thing girls like," he hums.

"I don't like it." Your heart thumps wildly as you push him again to no avail. "You're too close."

"I thought girls liked hugs."

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips. "You're going to be my husband, and yet you insist on fooling around like this."

"You're going to be my wife, and yet you insist on pretending like this."

Your brow furrows. "What are you talking about?"

"I know you like me."

You squirm in his hold to stare at him incredulously, and he smirks with an arched brow, daring you to deny it. To your surprise, you find that you can't as you say, "Of course I like you, Jaehyun. It's only natural that I do, isn't it? Because we're soul-"

"Is that really the only reason why?"

You blink in surprise at his interruption, then look away to sheepishly admit, "I liked seeing your carefree side today. You should show it more often."

It's Jaehyun's turn to blink this time, but then suddenly his features soften and he's grinning so bright, you think you might go blind. "You know, I thought that about you too. A laugh from you sounds so much better than an insult."

Embarrassed at your past behavior, you protest, "Hey! You were rude first!"

"But I like you either way. You're adorable just the way you are, Y/N."

Flustered, you throw your arms around Jaehyun and hide your face on his shoulder, and he laughs, knowing fully well the effect he has on you. Then he tightens his hold on you again as he sways with you to get back into the rhythm of dancing.

Suddenly, you understand that couple from earlier as you find that this "dancing" proves to be much more enjoyable than the ballroom waltz that you were accustomed to.

Although your heart still can't calm down, the feeling of Jaehyun's broad arms encircling your waist is oddly comforting, soothing in a way that only he can bring about. Or maybe it has something to do with his warm chest, where you can feel his heart pounding just as fast as yours.

Knowing that he's just as nervous as you relaxes you, and you finally decide to lose yourself to the music as you two sway.

“Wait.” Jaehyun stops moving, and you pause. “The rose is starting to slip.”

He reaches for your hair, tucking it behind your ear. His fingertips are soft as they brush the shell of your ear, and as he adjusts the rose, you can’t help staring at his handsome face.

Wind brushes through his brown hair as he concentrates on the task at hand, and your cheeks grow warm at how close he is to you.

“All done.” He looks at you, ready to resume dancing, but when you continue staring into his eyes, he rests his palm on your cheek, stroking it softly as he inches closer.

The look in his eyes is full of wonder and something unreadable, and soon, all you can feel is his breath ghosting over you.

His eyes flutter shut as his pretty lips come into view, and your eyes close in anticipation as you wait to finally kiss him…

But it never happens, and you feel the disappointment rise in you as the music ends abruptly, bringing you two back to reality.

#lyd's stuff #ahh i hope you guys like it!! #💕💕💕