#i was wondering why i felt like so stressed around 1:30 while i was trying to do hw
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All Bets Are Off: Chapter 10
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x OC!Penny’s Niece
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 3477
A/N: As promised, a longer chapter with a lot going on! We're getting closer and closer to the wedding and I can't wait for y'all to read what I've got planned! Enjoy!
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Rooster sat on the edge of his bed, lifting his arm to rub his eyes and immediately feeling as if they were on fire. Fucking pushups. He thought bitterly, groaning as he grabbed his phone to text Eliza:
“Good morning! Seeing you last night was the highlight of my day yesterday. Can’t wait to see you again tonight! (Assuming Bates doesn't kill me)”
He smiled and pressed send, and Rooster felt his heart lighten at the thought of watching Eliza moving confidently around the bar at the Hard Deck, she’d worked there long enough now to know pretty much everyone, and everyone who knew Eliza tended to love her. Why wouldn’t they? He thought, getting dressed for the day. She’s perfect. Rooster knew he was going to have to find a way to tear his mind off Eliza during flight practice, but when he wasn’t thinking about seeing Eliza at the Hard Deck, he was thinking about going to the wedding with Eliza.
As he walked out the door, he wondered if Eliza was even awake yet, glancing down at his phone, half expecting a reply.
5:37 am
Maybe she wasn’t awake yet, but Rooster still felt a little bit better about himself knowing that he would likely be one of the first people Eliza thought of.
Eliza was awoken by the sound of her next door neighbor’s lawn mower. Seriously? She thought, rolling over to look at the time, and seeing a text from Rooster. Eliza’s heart skipped a beat as she read it, and found herself suddenly wishing she was at work.
7:05 am
Who the fuck mows their lawn this early on the weekend? Eliza figured she could get up now, be productive while she couldn’t sleep, then nap when he was done. She rolled on to her back, holding up her phone, staring blankly at the keyboard; Eliza had no idea what to say in response to that. Thinking for a moment, she typed:
“Seeing you is the highlight of my day everyday.”
But then felt nervous about being so bold. She deleted the message and typed instead:
“You’re so sweet! I’ll be at the Hard Deck all night tonight, waiting to brighten your day!”
Eliza frowned. Is that any better?
“Lucky for you, I’ll be there all night tonight!”
Smiling to herself, Eliza felt good about that one. Flirty enough to not send the wrong message, but not so flirty as to be weird if Eliza was misreading things. Eliza hit send, not expecting another message back for hours, but felt her phone buzz next to her seconds after she set it back down on the bed.
“What time do you get off tonight? Asking for a friend…”
Eliza laughed, and responded:
“If it’s Hangman, I’m moving into the Hard Deck tonight and I’m never leaving again. If it’s anyone else, Penny is letting me off early tonight, so around 1:30.”
Rooster simply liked the message, and Eliza glared at her phone, trying to ascertain if he really had been asking for a friend, as if a hidden message would appear if she stared at the text for long enough.
Shaking her head, Eliza stood up. He’s obviously not got anything else to say right now, so there’s no point in getting stressed out. She decided to do yoga to force herself to relax, but even as she stretched, Eliza found herself craning her neck to look at her phone, just on the off chance he responded.
She had finally stopped looking at her phone when she heard it buzz, and Eliza nearly fell out of the pose she was in. Scrabbling across her bed to grab it, she saw it was a text from Margot:
“So I meant to send this text like a week ago, but I want to hear all about this fighter pilot you’re bringing to my nuptials!”
“Fair enough! I should have told you sooner, his name is Bradley Bradshaw (yes, really) and it’s like he was made in a lab to make insecure men piss themselves.”
“Ooh! Do you have a picture?”
Eliza suddenly realized that she didn’t know if Rooster had any social media. She frantically texted Phoenix:
“Does Rooster have Instagram or anything?”
Eliza chewed her lip, knowing that Margot would have concerns about Eliza bringing a man that she wasn’t even following on social media to her wedding. Thankfully, Phoenix texted back quickly with a link to an Instagram profile. Clicking it, Eliza groaned when he was set to private. Of course he is. Her fingers hovered over the follow button for a moment before she clicked it, then hit the share profile button, and prayed Margot wouldn’t notice that Eliza wasn’t technically following him yet.
“Will you tell him to let me follow him at the next available opportunity?”
Phoenix liked the message, and moments later, Eliza’s phone buzzed again.
“Are you doing a background check on me?”
It was Rooster. Eliza groaned again, running her fingers through her hair.
“Not me, the bride!”
Rooster laugh-reacted at the message, but didn’t text back again. What is it with men and not being willing to text?” Eliza wondered to herself.
Just when she was resigning herself to having an unreasonably early start for her day, the mowing stopped. “Thank God!” She groaned, throwing herself back into her bed and under the covers to nap the rest of the morning away.
Finally dragging herself out of bed around two pm, Eliza started getting ready for work at four, and didn’t even think to check her phone for about half an hour after she woke up. When she finally did, she had a text from Rooster and four text messages from Margot:
“Eliza!!!!!”
“OMG???”
“That’s a man that you know?”
“Like he’s just walking around??”
Knitting her brow, Eliza checked Rooster’s instagram, and her jaw dropped to see mostly gym selfies, mostly shirtless. An unexpected, but welcome surprise. She thought, deciding to make Rooster sweat a little bit.
“Damn Rooster, where’s OnlyFans link?”
Eliza snorted, feeling pleased with herself.
“Why, do you want one?”
Eliza huffed, realizing that she’d set the ball up for him to spike it back into her face.
“I just feel like it’s a missed economic opportunity for you!”
Unlucky for you, Rooster. Eliza thought, I’m better than you at volleyball. Her phone buzzed again, this time Phoenix. It was a zoomed in picture of the back of Rooster’s neck, which was bright red.
“What are you two talking about??”
Eliza laughed again, texting back:
“Missed financial opportunities.”
“Fine, I didn’t want to know anyway!”
Eliza smiled, feeling grateful for Phoenix, but was quickly distracted by Rooster replying:
“I’ll start one when you do!”
“Ugh, fair enough.” Eliza groaned, looking at the time and realizing she was running a little late. “Fuck!” She hurried through the rest of her routine, jumping into her car and immediately feeling a little called out by the song that came on shuffle: Debbie Gibson’s “Lost in Your Eyes.”
“I get lost in your eyes, and feel my spirits rise and soar like the wind. Is it love that I am in?”
Eliza sighed, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel restlessly. Was it love with Rooster or was he just the first man to show her attention since Grady?
Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was Hangman:
“I’m getting out of flight practice around 4:30 today, can I bring you dinner to the Hard Deck?”
Eliza blinked, setting her phone down. What is it with those two? She wondered. Am I just the first new person they’ve seen in a while? Eliza felt the chill of insecurity creeping into her gut, and forced herself to focus on the song.
“I don’t mind not knowing what I’m heading for. You can take me to the skies, it’s like being lost in heaven when I’m lost in your eyes.”
“Jesus Christ.” Eliza muttered, skipping the song. “Drive” by The Cars came on next, and she said, feeling a little less confident than she had that morning.
“You can’t go on thinking nothing’s wrong, but now who’s going to drive you home tonight?”
Eliza groaned as she pulled into the Hard Deck, resting her forehead on her steering wheel for a second, before remembering that she needed to text Hangman back.
“Aren’t you exhausted? You absolutely don’t have to do that!”
He responded right away:
“What if I want to? What time would be best for me to drop it off?”
Eliza pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, what could be wrong about letting a handsome fighter pilot spoil her a little bit? But on the other hand, this was the wrong pilot. Eliza sighed and texted back:
“If you insist. Around 5:15 would be good, it’s right before we open, but I’m usually done with all the tasks by then. Just bring me your favorite!”
Eliza walked into the Hard Deck to find Maverick sitting at the bar with Penny who was slicing lemons and grinning at him. Eliza paused and smiled at them for a moment, they seemed to have something so deep and comfortable, and Eliza wanted that for herself; her thoughts turned to Rooster, could they have that together? “Hey guys!” She called, shaking her head slightly.
“Oh, Eliza, you startled me!” Penny said, resting a hand over her heart.
“Sorry, Aunt Penny, but I’m ten minutes late.” Eliza said, walking back behind the bar.
Penny looked at her watch, “Yeah I guess I should have been expecting you, but time just got away from us.”
Maverick beamed at Penny, “Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“Well, don’t let me interrupt you, I’ll head back to the kitchen.” Eliza picked up a crate of empty bottles from the night before, “You handle front of house, I’ll do back of house!”
Penny nodded, smiling, “Thanks, Elle.”
Eliza walked into the kitchen and started counting liquor bottles, completely lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, Eliza heard Penny call her name from the bar. Walking out the door, Eliza called back “What’s up, Aunt Penny?” And saw Hangman standing there holding a brown paper bag and smiling at her. “Oh, hey Hangman, thanks for dinner!” She smiled at him as he handed her the bag.
“My pleasure.” Hangman’s smile widened and Eliza felt herself blush.
“You can go ahead and eat, if you want to, Elle.” Penny said, smirking at Eliza and Hangman.
“Um, thanks.” Eliza looked at Hangman and gestured to the doors that faced the beach. “Al fresco?”
Hangman nodded, following Eliza out. “I’m glad you’ve got time to eat now, because I also grabbed myself a couple of tacos, to be honest.”
“Tacos?” Eliza opened the bag, pulling out tacos wrapped in parchment paper. “Which ones are yours?”
“You’re good with tacos?” Hangman looked a little nervous, “I didn’t know what all you would like, so I just ordered basically one of everything on the menu.”
Eliza was already devouring a taco, “This is delicious! Where’d you get these?”
“There’s a little taco shop that’s open about three random days a week in Barrio Logan, and I’ve gotten to be friends with the owner, so he texts me whenever he opens.” Hangman unwrapped a taco and began eating, “When he texted me this morning, I thought ‘You know who would love Café Valentina, Eliza!’”
Eliza groaned, “You were right, this is wonderful. You have to send me the address!”
“You’ll have to give me your number then.”
“I guess so.” Eliza took his phone and put her number in. “Send it right now so you don’t forget. This is important to me.”
Hangman laughed and sent her the address. “Does this mean I’m allowed to text you from time to time?”
Eliza looked at Hangman for a moment, considering. Maybe he’s not so bad. She thought. “Yeah, I guess it does.” She squinted at Hangman, “If you abuse it, I will block you.”
“Fair enough.” Hangman laughed again, watching the waves crash on the shore. “This is nice.”
“Yeah it is.” Eliza smiled at him. “You’re not half as bad as you come off, Hangman.”
Hangman laughed again. “Thanks, I guess?”
Eliza wiped taco sauce off her chin, laughing. “It’s a compliment!”
Hangman opened his mouth to say something, when Penny poked her head out the door. “Um, Elle?”
“What’s up?”
“You have another visitor.”
Eliza looked at Hangman, who was looking over his shoulder through the window with an angry look on his face. “If you’ll excuse me for one moment, Hangman.” He just nodded, still looking inside.
Penny held the door open for Eliza and whispered to her as she passed, “You’ve got these boys under some kind of spell, Elle. I’ve never seen them act like this!”
“These boys?” Eliza asked.
“Hey Eliza.” She looked up and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Rooster standing there, still in his flight suit.
“Well hello, sailor.” Eliza grinned at him, Hangman fading from her mind. “What brings you to a bar at 5:30 in the evening?”
“I just wanted to drop by and say hi, because I won’t be able to be here tonight.” Rooster said and Eliza pouted. “We’re doing a night practice run for the mission, so I’ll be getting shot down and doing push ups all night.”
“Well that sounds considerably less fun than hanging out with me.” Eliza smiled at him and Rooster’s heart sped up. Was she flirting?
“It will definitely be considerably– oh, hi Hangman.” Rooster was frowning.
Eliza turned around and saw Hangman standing in the doorway, “Your food is getting cold, Eliza!” He smirked at Rooster.
“Oh, right, I was in the middle of eating.” Eliza laughed, “I kind of forgot.”
“She forgot.” Rooster mouthed at Hangman when Eliza turned her back to him.
“I’ll be back out in just a second, I promise.” Eliza smiled at Hangman and he nodded, cutting his eyes back at Rooster as he stepped back outside and sat down again.
“I guess I’ll let you get back to your dinner.” Rooster said, not taking his eyes off Hangman’s back.
“I’ll be up late tonight tonight too, if you get some downtime and feel like chatting.” When he looked back at her, Rooster found Eliza with a hopeful smile on her face and his heart melted.
“I’ll find some down time, just for you.” Rooster reached up and squeezed her arm gently, and Eliza’s smile grew.
“Well, I’ll let you enjoy your break between flight practices.” Eliza said, still practically glowing at Rooster.
“I’ll talk to you tonight.” Rooster smiled back at Eliza, and she turned, waving at him over her shoulder as she walked back outside.
Maverick grabbed Rooster’s shoulder as he was turning to walk out of the bar. “What’s going on there? Penny told me you two are going to a wedding together.”
Rooster nodded, “About a week after we get back from the mission.”
“Good for you!” Maverick punched Rooster’s shoulder lightly, “And I assume that you’re going to seal the deal at this wedding?”
Rooster furrowed his brow, “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”
“Whatever it means.” Maverick shrugged.
“What an informative answer.” Rooster rolled his eyes. “I’m not just trying to fuck her, you know.”
“Hey, who said anything about that?”
Rooster brushed past him, “I don’t know what business it is of yours anyway.” Maverick grumbled something but Rooster didn’t care to turn back. The truth was, he was planning on sealing the deal at the wedding, specifically, he was hoping to get her alone at the after party to tell her how he felt and ask her out officially, but Hangman being at the Hard Deck was making him antsy. I may need to move up my timeline. He thought, sliding into his car to go home and shower before returning to the hangar.
Eliza and Hangman had been sitting in an uncomfortable silence since Rooster left. “Are you going to tell me why you’re being a weirdo?” Eliza asked, setting down her food. “Or are you just going to stew because I said hi to another person?”
Hangman frowned at her, “I’m not stewing or being weird.” Eliza raised an eyebrow and Hangman sighed. “I guess Rooster and I are just kind of competitive.”
“Why?”
“He’s a fucking legacy that everyone loves. Meanwhile, I’m the better pilot, but Rooster for some reason gets regarded as the best.” Hangman shook his head. “The last big mission we did, I saved his ass and Maverick’s ass, and yet who gets praised as the hero of the mission? Rooster.”
Eliza’s eyebrows were raising higher and higher as he talked. “So it’s literally just a pissing contest?”
Hangman pursed his lips, staring out at the ocean again. “I guess so.”
Eliza laughed, “That’s so weird, y’all are in your thirties!”
“Hey! I think it pushes us both to constantly try to be the best.” Hangman replied, “But we’re on the same team in every single way on this mission, so there’s no way for me to really one-up him, unfortunately.”
Eliza gasped and clutched a hand to her chest sarcastically, “How will your ego survive?”
Hangman laughed, “I’m more worried about physically surviving in general this time around.”
“Oh, that bad?” Eliza looked worried.
Hangman shook his head, “I can’t really talk about it, but yeah it’s not looking great.”
“Don’t tell me that!” Eliza cried. “You’re all coming home safe, sound, and in one piece.” She looked at him sharply. “Or else.”
Hangman laughed, “Or else what?”
“You don’t want to find out.” Eliza tossed her hair off her shoulder.
“I bet I don’t.” Hangman looked at her for a second, his expression suddenly becoming serious. “I’m coming back, don’t worry.”
Eliza rolled her eyes, “I’m worried about more than you, Hangman.”
Hangman laughed and shrugged, “We all know that deep down, I’m your favorite.”
“Sure, buddy.”
Hangman sighed before gathering up their trash. “Well, I need to go home and take a power nap before flying all night to train for said mission.” He got to his feet, offering Eliza his hand to help her up.
Eliza ignored Hangman’s hand and stood up on her own, smirking at him. “Thanks for dinner, Hangman. It was fun to hang out with you when you weren’t trying to show anyone up.”
Hangman laughed. “Then we should do it again sometime.”
Eliza squinted at him, “Are you asking me out?”
“If I was, would that be a bad thing?”
Eliza’s mind went to Rooster, but Rooster hadn’t asked her out, and here was Hangman who had always been up front about how he felt about her, asking her out. It’s not like Rooster and I are any kind of exclusive. Eliza thought. But do I want to go out with Hangman?
“Eliza?”
“Sorry.” Eliza tried to collect her thoughts. “You’re just the first person who’s asked me out in like six years, it caught me off guard a little bit.” She cleared her throat. “I’m not one hundred percent I’m in the dating headspace…at this current moment.”
Hangman’s smile had frozen in place, “I see.” He looked stunned. “Well, when you change your mind, call me.” He turned and walked quickly out of the Hard Deck.
Eliza cleared her throat and walked back inside, where Penny and Maverick were waiting for her. “What was his hurry?” Penny asked.
“Um, I think they had night practice.” Eliza cut her eyes at Maverick, trying to decide if she wanted to tell Penny what had just happened in front of him. Clearing her throat, Eliza decided he would find out anyway, Maverick may as well hear it from her. “Also he asked me out and I kind of said no.”
Penny raised her eyebrows. “Kind of?”
“I sort of put him on deferment.”
“What does that mean?” Penny asked, leaning on the bar.
Eliza looked at the floor, “I just told him I wasn’t in the dating headspace at the moment, because it was easier than saying ‘I genuinely cannot form a stable opinion about you and don’t know that you would be the version of yourself that I actually get along with or if you would be a cocky jerk, so I can’t decide if I want to go out with you.’”
Maverick laughed, “I’m glad Hangman got shut down. It’ll put him in his place a little bit.”
Eliza cocked her head at him and Penny slapped his arm. “I’m sure it’s fine, he’s just not used to getting told no.”
Eliza sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m going to go back into the kitchen and maybe never come out.”
Penny laughed. “At least he won’t be here tonight.”
Eliza snorted, “Small comfort.”
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Maybe I need some distance from my friends [14- 15.10.2023]
I'm waking up later and later by the day. Yesterday, it was about 12am, I luckily was able to sleep well after the birthday party last night despite my sleep anxiety.
In the evening, I met with Y to go accessory shopping for a party on where they will film scenes for a Netflix series. Of course, I was already stressing about my outfit since I heard about the event. Meeting Y, I always know there will be something fun happening and that is part of why I like her so much. In the store, the store assistant started helping us when she was trying on some hats and basically shamed Y for wanting to buy the cheapest thing possible. "You can just buy china stuff then". She was a cosplayer she told us and my negative stereotypes keep getting confirmed.
Afterwards, we stayed freezing in the subway station while I told her about the story of my crazy ex roommate which I apparently hadn't told her about even though it's an integral part of my recent history and thus, of my personality.
I love that it is autumn now. I feel like the whe city is telling me to calm down, wear pullovers, drink tea and focus on sewing and studying. Berlin is saying to me "It's okay if you're tired, I'm tired too". As much as I love summer, I am happy he left for now, giving me a whole season to proces, relax and recover.
I did a walk in the evening just to appreciate the murky grey sky and the yellow street lights until the sun fully set and it was dark.
After some back and forth, I managed to meet up with M to go to a party in a squatted house and also was looking forward to see G there later.
I keep being surprised I really became friends with M, the first friend since over a year that I didn't meet at a party.
So, we went to the squat, kind of nervous about if we looked "cool" enough, but there was no bouncer, just a low entry fee and then a big room full of grafitti. M turned to me and said in a low voice: "This is punk, right?". Out of nervous it's over getting in I hadn't paid attention to the music until then, but she was right. Everybody around us was wearing black leather or jeans vests, dreadlocks and iros everywhere. This was clearly not a techno party. We creeped inside, suddenly hyperaware of our outfits and the fact that we clearly didn't fit it, squeezed into the last corner at the back of the dance floor (do you even call it dance floor if nobody is dancing) and tried to not attract anybody's attention while making jokes in a low voice to confirm to each other that this was funny and not disappointing. I couldn't really get into the music of the band that was playing but I enjoyed people watching. While observing the punks bumping their fists in the air and headbanging, I wondered what their opinion on a techno party would be.
Outside, M told me about the first weeks in her stay abroad in Belgium. We still talked low when other people were around, scared to say something that would be problematic to the punk crowd, when we suddenly heard a guy next to us say "... down to the techno cellar". M and I stared at each other, we hadn't been wrong about the event then!
As it turned out, the same venue simply hosted two events with two separate entries and we simply hadn't seen the entrance to the cellar. Inside, I instantly felt integrated and at the right place again. The music wasn't too good, especially in the beginning when the dance floor was still basically empty. The atmosphere was completely different; people dancing by themselves with their eyes closed, sporty outfits, awareness team. When the music got a bit better, I really started to feel dancy again, closed my eyes and did so, realizing I hadn't "really" danced like this in 1.5 months. In Portugal, the focus had always in the end been on interacting with the people there.
M and her boyfriend left at 1:30 and right when I went to bring them outside, I received Gs text that she was coming as well. She had been texting me before that she was too tired and in usual Holly-manner I had tried and failed to be understanding and empathetic and not pissed at her for canceling last minute. Now, she was coming after all. She didn't like the music either because it wasn't hardstyle enough for her and she was still tired, despite doing coke. I was happy to see CL again, though, who also came with her boyfriend and other friends of G.
The last hour of the party I spent laying/sitting on a couch with G and removing the bubbles from a water. Random guys sat next to me and started talking to me and I started calculating at what time I have to get home to get enough sleep until the next day.
When we left, G was still a bit disappointed because of the music. We took a bus together and talked about meeting up to do arts and crafts together. Making plans with friends always makes my whole body warm up with excitement.
Then I was home. It was 6am and I was tired. Insomnia. My brain was too tired to form coherent thought, my body was so exhausted I could barely turn around and I couldn't sleep. Sleep anxiety. Telling myself I still have more or less enough time and I can also go to the event tomorrow tired only helped a bit. How can my body have insomnia when it's 6am and I was up all night, how can that even be physically possible?? I deliberately didn't look at the clock but I think I didn't sleep before 8am.
The next day, I woke up correspondingly whacked, still wondering how I can suddenly have such strong insomnia. I continued cleaning my disorganized flat.
Then the messages arrived in the group chat. The protest and people thought about going. C, with whom I wanted to go to the Netflix event later thought to just pass by the protest. My astonishment at her unrealistic time planning mixed with some type of impotent anxiety at the realization that everyone disagrees with me on this topic and everyone disagrees strongly.
Also, the time planning, as always. C was helping Y with her move and I knew they wouldn't be able to meet on time at C's place to get ready, especially when none of them answered when I started asking about it. I ended up calling C, and told them that we needed to meet soon or we wouldn't make it.
Waiting for the bus, I reached my emotional down of the weekend. I read a tiny piece of news, just to confirm my most basic knowledge about the Gaza conflict. I couldn't believe how people I loved and cherished so much could believe so strongly in the opposite of what I believed in. And the conflict itself made me feel a dull terror of what humans could do to each other. I ended up making a donation to a humanitarian organization, just to do something about the sharp pain in my chest, to do something against the suffocating sense of powerlessness. In the bus, I saw many police cars pass us. For sure they were there for the protest.
When I met Y and C, everything was fine again. The beginning of the Netflix party had been postponed by an hour and we just talked about the event, our outfits and the food that we were eating. Getting ready at her place was stressful but happy. We were doing what we always did together again, what we were good at together.
At the event, everything was a lot more relaxed than I had expected by the e-mails they had sent. Without any problems, we got our wristbands and went inside, where we met friends of C and also H. There were a lot less people there than I expected, though and the light was too bright to really feel like an authentic party. But anyways, Netflix filmed it and we danced away. They had an open bar and kept giving out shots. I tried and failed to get drunk. My urge to get drunk had to always fight with my responsible brain that told me it was Sunday, I knew I wasn't feeling my best and I was starting university the next day which ended up in me drinking enough to have a headache the next day but not really feel drunk there. What a waste of alcohol.
I really liked talking to H, he has got to be the most hyperactive and social person I've ever met and I love it. He kept talking to and knowing everyone. Once, he took off his shirt and layed it on a wall for me to sit on because there had been drinks spilled over it. His kindness reminds me of the first time I met M and A.
At the end of the night, Y puked because she took keta while she was already drunk and I held her hair. Then we all went home except for H even though he also has his first week of university tomorrow and he plans to party less but we all know what that means.
C waited with me for my last bus, probably also because her Mdma started kicking in then and we chatted more about my Portugal debouchery.
Despite having a relatively good time, I can't shake the feeling of this political difference being between us. Whenever I read any piece of news about it, my whole body cramps up and I feel a useless, powerless, dull anger. I thought about doing grafitti to voice my opinion because I don't feel safe voicing it any other way. At least not safe of my friendships.
I wondered if I should take some distance from my friends for a while. It feels like since this thing happened, I notice more and more things where I am different from the, things that I never even noticed before. Of course, our friendship is widely based on partying together, and I feel like I wanna do that less at least for the winter season. I feel like none them still really get why I stopped doing drugs. They would never judge me for it but it's another thing that we don't have in common anymore. And their unreliability annoys me just as much as in the beginning.
I wondered if I need a break, a party free beginning of autumn that can also give me time to focus on the things I want to focus on since ages: Parcour, fitness, my art, health. This conflict might be an opportunity to push myself that way.
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SHAKES HIM
#i have never spedrun so hard for the end of an event#well. actually that's a lie but#remembering the time i was 4 points away from tsumugi... painful...#ogughgu but tenma..... i got him....#this is the only person that matters to me#well.#i have two hands to hold multiple people but#tenma...........#i was wondering why i felt like so stressed around 1:30 while i was trying to do hw#and then i remember#oh my god the fuckin event ends tonight#and now that i've finished it this level of bliss is equal to like#70000x [redacted]#plus tiering in t4(?) feels pretty good#im gonna go give all my money to my tenma nui i owe this all to u#a3!
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|SHADOW| M|
Pairing: Gang leader Yoongi X Shooter OC (AKA his baby/right hand)
About- You’re both stressed and end up fucking it out on the bar top of one of your many nightclubs.
Or- Shit’s just getting a little funky over here...and maybe it has something to do with an old friend turned enemy recently getting out of jail.
WARNINGS: (This is actually a little softer than it sounds; their dynamic is just harder if that makes sense?) Light/rushed prep, fingering, dirty talk, spit play, cum play, choking, hair pulling, semi public sex, biting/marking, Light degeration kink (He calls her a little slut/a bitch...but more so playfully than anything)
WC: 1.2K Sneak peak (Full thing is around 8K)
NOTE/BACKSTORY- I have a series on here called “The Plug” It’s Jimin centered but Yoongi bounces in and out...the premise of that story is Jimin started out as a street dealer back in HS then turned the business legal once he got older. Now he’s dealing with the repercussions of his past slowly trying to hinder his future! There was an alternate version...where the main male character actually grew the business once he took over and turned it into an organized crime empire...instead of going more...corporate. When I wrote that version I always pictured Yoongi as opposed to Jimin...so this was the original drafted part 1 from almost 2 years ago that I never posted!
ABOUT 55 HOURS PRIOR
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THURSDAY 3:30 PM , Legends Gentlemen’s Club
It was a quarter to 4 on a Thursday afternoon, your alone, standing behind the main bar, starting the ever so tedious process of counting open your drawers for the day. Which was already proving to be a nuisance, since the drawer in question is already looking a little...off. The faint sound of some random Spotify playlist floods through the speakers, filling the empty space that’s usually compact with close to a hundred sweaty bodies on the daily.
About halfway through the first register you heard the side door to the club creek open. You already knew who it was, given the time of day, for starters the clubs not even open to the public yet. More importantly the way they just barged in like they own the damn place, then in a more tactical sense, this place is bugged up the ass, there's cameras hidden every-damn-where. Your phone lights up the minute tires hit the pavement of the back lot!
But also...is it creepy that you know your man just from his walk alone? Cause, yeah, even the footing let you know it wasn’t Joon, Tae or Jimin....it was none other than Mr.Min!
Hints why you never stopped counting down your register, nor did you even spare the visitor a glance. Not that you were worried regardless, your man never really got off on the whole damsel in distress aesthetic. Which is why your glock was hidden under the bartop, right next to the panic button that did a little more than just call 5-O! Actually it didn't call the police at all, it called your boys which was far worse...
Even once the footsteps grew closer and you felt a shift in body heat hit the back of your neck! Tossing his black aviators and a zip-lock freezer bag full of what looks like crushed ice (Though this is far from your first rodeo, so yes you're very much aware of what it actually is) onto the bar. Brows furrowing into the center of your face, briefly wondering mid count why he’s the one dropping that off and not one of the runners.
Initially Yoongi was going to leave you be for a while, well aware of your daily routine, planning to busy him with his phone, and overpriced coffee! But you kept doing this thing, which was essentially existing, in this dress that just clung to every damn curve on your body which he’s committed to memory at this point! So, after a good meh, 50 seconds patience becomes a nuisance and his Starbucks is swiftly forgotten.
You already knew it was only a matter of time, this man couldn’t keep his hands off you if his life depended on it! You could literally feel him eye fucking you since he walked it. Honestly you thought you were doing a pretty good job adverting him...until eventually the man in question became a little harder to ignore! Especially once your caged against the bar top with one smooth roll of the hips. Breath hitching in your throat, lashes fluttering and if this was a couple years ago you would’ve fumbled this entire drawer.
At this point it’s just second nature, honestly once he settled behind you, it’s a little easier to focus now that there’s a familiar weight dawning your body.
Broad shoulders and chest pressed flush against your back, sandwiching you between his frame and the smooth wood counter. Hips grazing the swell of your ass, as you accidentally wiggle against him, with a cheeky little smirk. You still can’t understand this mans anatomy, how the actual fuck is he big and small all at the same damn time?! Because currently, in this very moment he feels like the iron giant and your feeling all types of microscopic! Suddenly consumed by the warm, yet heady scent of his cologne, infiltrating your senses! A chin resting leisurely against your shoulder, and a cold little button nose, teasing up the side of your neck!
Swiftly letting the stack of twenties fall from your fingertips, internally wincing upon noticing the drawer is off for the 2nd time this week! Soo, I guess a bitch is starting over and hoping it was an operator error on your end or it’s not going to be a good day for Barbie! A running joke within your crew is believe it or not...Yoongi’s actually the nice one, do with that information what you will!
You already need a damn break, this is not starting out well, so you slowly let your eyes fall shut briefly, allowing yourself to essentially just drown in his presence for a moment. Already feeling a migraine brooding in the center of your face. Reclining your neck and Yoongi takes the hint, smirking like the little shit he is the entire time. Painting a trail towards your ear in a form of messy open mouthed kisses that already have you shifting against him. An unintentional arch forming in your back and goosebumps spreading along your skin. Long tattooed fingers cascading along your stomach, teasing over the thin fabric. Idly drawing patterns into the half mesh, half rhinestone, thirst trap you called a dress!
Yoongi doesn't even attempt to start a conversation, clearly content with leaving little bouquets of blues and purples against your shoulders. He always has been a tad bit possessive, faint hums and sighs leave your throat as you continue counting. Though, regardless of how good all feels, there's something a little more pressing sitting in your throat! You’ve also never been the best at biting your tongue either soooo...
“So, I had a talk with Joonie this morning...just going over numbers and shit…” Yoongi hums low against your skin, coaxing you to continue. “When we started going over scheduling for the Clubs this weekend he asked me to have Bam cover Taes shift” Yoongi's lips still at that, a labored breath shuttering through his chest,blunt nails digging into your sides.
“So, would you care to explain to me why the actual fuck Joonie says Taes going on, out of state runs now!?”
Of fucking course! He’s going to shoot Namjoon in the damn foot! Actually no, even better, he's going to drown all of his plants and not his weed plants but he’s boujee ass Bosnian whatever the fucks! That he buys from the old white lady at the farmers market! This was a conversation Yoongi was hoping to have with you on his own, preferably high as hell and post orgasm.
Pivoting your head slightly, “When were you planning on filling me in, or do I not get to know shit about my boys anymore?” Yeah, your boys….much like this is your club, amongst other establishments within the Black Light District. You had your businesses, and Yoongi had his own, and though at the end of the day what’s undoubtedly yours is his and vice versa...in moments like this however...you become very territorial.
There was a pause on your end but it intentionally wasn’t long enough for him to even render any type of response! You were on one today, that’s for damn sure!
“You know, his pretty ass didn't grow up in this fucked up shit like you and Jimin did, he’s from the side of town where they'll pay $100 for a damn ounce Yoongi! An ounceeeeeeeeee! I don’t even know if he could mentally handle everything that comes with all of-“ flailing your arms haphazardly “This!”.
Everything just kinda started violently spilling from your lips before you could even process what was happening! Almost like someone just tripped your “on” switch and now you can’t stop! Yoongi’s giving no type of feedback either, face stoic, lacking any ounce of emotion to even indicate he was listening to begin with!
“Oh, not to mention Tae is literally the friendliest and softest mother fucker around, he adopted a one legged pigeon last week! There’s a reason I haven’t chosen to move him into anything heavier so why the actual fuck would you--“ Yoongi snakes his hand into your hair, gripping your scalp hard enough to have your roots burning. Though he doesn’t even acknowledge the low hiss that falls from yours lips, clearly more than over your little rant! Without saying a word he starts guiding your head where he pleases.
"Settle"
Your eyes shift something feral at that, and theres almost a snarl playing on your overly glossed lips! Ohhhhhhh the level of just...calm within his delivery right now is almost patronizing...and it has your blood boiling. There's nothing, i mean nothing worse that being pissed and the person your mad at being almost offensively relaxed.
The gang leaders eye contact would be unnerving, spine bowing even if you were anybody else...you can tell he's pissed, the slight twitch within his jaw tells you that. Yet....
“Yoongi let me the fuck g-“ Everything you were trying to say died on your tongue as he smoothly brought his lips flush to yours, it’s firm, so much so you’d almost wondered if he was trying to bruise them! Yet, regardless of the kiss never leaving the realms of chaste ,that doesn't stop you from having to suck in a deep breath through your nose to stop yourself from growing light headed! It's cliché, a little cheesy, all of the above, but it's if not anything else...an effective way to get you to shut the fuck up for half a second
Pulling back just enough to speak, yet close enough for his lips to tease yours in the process. Waiting until your eyes flutter open, living for how dazed and disoriented you’ve become within seconds! Dropping his hand to the back of your neck, squeezing, until you temporally yield beneath his touch, just like a cat being scruffed at the nape.
“First off, hi baby, I’m good, my little dinner date with sheriff Maynard went fan-fuckin-tastic thanks for asking-“ You went to open your mouth though, once your brain started flowing again, however the quirk in his brow said otherwise. “More importantly….You really think I’m that fuckin stupid?” Tone gentle yet robust, head cocked, brow tilted in your direction as he appraised you with feigned curiosity . Gaze sharp, flickering between your eyes and lips as he licks his own.
SOOOOOOOOOO Yeah, like I said I had two version of the plug, the more idk..."street" version I built around Mr. Min...as I said the full thing is 8K...and this actually is the second "scene" if you will...it starts the night of the drug deal they’re discussing! If there’s interest I’ll post an finish editing full full thing. I haven’t really been active on here in like a year or so lol I thought it would be better to ease my way in!
#yoongi#yoongi one shot#yoongi smut#yoongi au#yoongi x reader#bts#bts au#bts smut#bts x reader#min yoongi smut#min yoongi au#min yoongi x reader#suga#suga bts#suga x reader#yoongi mafia au
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A fan fic of Gojo Satoru inspired by the song Heaven by Julia Michaels 😭 I enjoyed your writings 🥰🥰🥰
The moment you met him was ingrained into your brain, even years after you both parted. It had been raining that day, possibly 7:30pm, and you were held up in a cafe for shelter. You had been dosing off a bit after your classmates left you an hour or so prior. You regretted staying up so late to watch that sit-com the night before. But it was a Friday, and you didn’t have class the next day. The paper was finally finished and you proudly packed your things together. You kept fantasizing about how your efforts during the week were soon to be rewarded by slumber.
The sound of thunder brought you back to reality within the quiet coffee space.
“I guess I should sit back down,” you said to yourself. You were standing by the glass doors and ready to leave, bag over your shoulder. You held your book in one arm before fisting the sleeves of your sweater. The one time I forget my umbrella, you thought.
There was something soothing about watching the busy streets of Tokyo while rain hit the window screen. You felt yourself unwinding, relaxing in place. Sometimes your school and work life felt so hectic. It was nice to slow down from time to time and breathe.
“Man, you don’t have an umbrella? That sucks.” An incredibly tall, white haired male spoke beside you, snapping you out of your zen moment.
You turned your head towards him, and he wasn’t even looking at you. He wore a thick black sweatshirt, black jeans and dark boots. He had thick black shades on, and surely an umbrella in his hands. He had a gorgeous profile, and his jawline was extremely defined. Was he some sort of supermodel, you thought.
“Yeah, I know.” You say, sighing to yourself. You were partially offended, but mostly tired. He was handsome, but you didn’t have time for flirting. You just wanted to go home and run a hot bath. He looked like he was going to break your heart anyways.
“It says the rain is going to stop within the hour on the weather app.” He said, scrolling and tapping away at his phone. “You goin’ to the train station?”
“Oh, yeah.” You say shyly. You nervously tucked some hair behind your ears before looking straight ahead. Why the fuck was this supermodel speaking to you?
Granted, it was hard for you to stop looking at him every so often.
“Like what you see?”
You blinked at him repeatedly, earning a cocky chuckle from him.
“Wanna walk with me?” He asked, peering down at you. You looked at him, pondering if he was seriously trying to hit on you right now. Surely if you had known him, maybe walking to the station with him solely for the use of his umbrella would’ve been fine. You don’t know if it was the sleep deprivation or the fact that he truly did seem a little arrogant that stemmed your next response as you spoke.
“I don’t even know you.” You said bluntly, and you meant it disrespectfully.
“Not yet.” He said slyly. “But I’ve seen you around campus a lot.”
You stood still, pondering again if you had actually seen him before. Wait- wasn’t he in your political science class? You put a finger to your chin before finally igniting the imaginary, anxious little light bulb above your head.
“Professor Edamura’s class right?” You were such a lecture worm in that class, and the professor had yet to start group assignments. You had absolutely no need to befriend anyone in that class yet. Nonetheless, it was your largest lecture class this semester, and you only met once a week.
“Bingo.” He grinned.
“There’s like 120 people in that lecture.”
“Yeah. But I think you’re the cutest.” You stared at him, dumbfounded and blush stuck on your cheeks.
“Thank you,” you say, squeezing your arms around your book and pressing it towards your chest.
“Oh look, the rain is stopping.” He says, leaning forward and intently staring out the window.
“Well, see you Wednesday.” He smiled a cheeky smile.
You felt like a child, blushing foolishly whilst you watched him walk out and down the street.
You almost wish you hadn’t met him.
Days would go by until you saw him again. He made his appearance on Wednesday, at 2pm in Professor Edamura’s class. He sat beside you, offering you a wink before taking out his own computer beside you and your own. Aside from a greeting, he didn’t say a word until the lecture ended. You really had spoken too soon about not befriending anyone, because you had gotten slurped up into a group project with 4 other people.
“So, Friday night, we could all go to my place. I don’t live too far from here.” You wanted to meet at the library instead. Why did he want to go to his house? However, it seemed he was a rather popular guy and everyone loved him. You learned his name was Gojo Satoru. And then you lost the vote 4 to 1.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as the women in your group swooned at him as he talked. This sucks.
All of you created a group chat in which you sparked ideas for the project’s format. You honestly think the other girls in your group were just more excited they had his number.
Thursday night came, and you were in your robe and face mask when your phone went off. You blinked repeatedly, realizing Satoru had texted you directly and not the group chat.
Heyy
Hey, Is everything okay?
Yeah, I honestly just can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
You stared at the message, absolutely not having time for his shit. You didn’t respond. Rather, you went in your settings and purposely turned on read receipts and went to bed.
You wished you could’ve left him on read in real life too as you sat on the floor pillow in his living room the next evening. The other three group mates bailed, texting the chat just 20 minutes after you got there.
“Guess it’s just the two of us,” he chuckled.
“Don’t look so happy about it.” You rolled your eyes. This project was 30 percent of your grade, you wanted to punch someone.
“I can’t help it,” he says, sitting across from you on a different floor pillow. “I won’t lie. I had been thinking of asking you on a date. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.”
“And did you text the other girls in our group the same thing the night before?” You say, nonchalantly opening your book. You didn’t even look his way.
“No, they’re incredibly annoying.” He sighed genuinely. You finally looked at him. They were pretty annoying. Because of them, you were sitting across from him with nothing separating you but an extremely expensive coffee table. The library would’ve been better.
“You’re pretty cool though. Kind of bummed you didn’t text me back.”
“Because I know what you’re up to.” You say, scribbling away in your notes.
“And what might that be?” He takes off his shades, putting them on the glass coffee table. You’d never forget the way he stared at you with his mesmerizing blue shells.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you. I don’t have time for that.” You firmly set your pencil down, looking at him.
“I don’t exactly want you to.” He chuckled. You looked at him before speaking again.
“So what do you want from me?” You say, placing your face in your palm and leaning forward a bit to look at him directly. The intense stare you had was sure to ring out the truth from his lips.
“I said I wanted to take you on a date.” He laughs. “Get to know you a bit, but ultimately take you to bed at the end of the night, if you don’t mind. You can decline, I just wanted to show you a good time.”
He just blatantly asked you to sleep with him. Somehow, you admired that. You hated people that wasted your time. At least this way, you felt like you had some power in the situation. You could decline him or not, and you knew exactly what would become of your situation-ship if you started something.
“Sure,” you say calmly, to his surprise. You shift yourself around the table, right beside his body.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” you took hold of his jaw, delicately planting a kiss. He had no idea you were so confident. He only had a girl initiate the kiss once before. Your lips were incredibly soft and pillowy. He was already hard, wondering just what your sex was like if you kissed him like this. The semester’s stress had gotten to you. You were only hoping he could help you unwind.
You shifted over his body, straddling him against the bottom of the sofa. You’d give him exactly what he wanted.
“You better be good at this, or don’t even bother looking at me after we finish this project.” You break from his lips.
“Oh princess, I don’t ever disappoint.” He smirked. You were alarmed at his strength when he lifted both your bodies off the ground. He sucked in your lips, kissing you firmly as he brought you to his bedroom.
That night, he gave you the best sex of your entire life. He wasn’t lying about not disappointing you.
You remember the day you guys finally had to present your project, which didn’t come out too bad. Satoru had seduced the girls who didn’t show up on Friday into doing majority of the work. You remember him telling you that they deserved it after you attempted to nag him for messing with them like that.
“You and me worked hard last Friday night, right princess? So what’s the big deal?” He whispered into your ear while you all gathered in front of the lecture. You presented your part that you did on your own with constant red hues plaguing your face. You wish he waited to say that after the presentation. Now, you were worked up again. The events of skin touching skin had been stuck in your mind.
You couldn’t get his extremely large hands and hot body out of your head. For something that was supposed to be a stress reliever, the thought of his sex lived on within you and it was getting annoying. He caught up with you after you rushed out the room as soon as class ended.
“You have time before your next class?” He peered down at you, grinning a sexy and devilish smile.
“Why?” You ask.
“Let’s go grab a bite to eat, on me. I promise really do work harder than I like to show off. The thing I did for the project isn’t really my character. I just didn’t like how the other girls were going to push all the work on you.”
He sounded genuinely sorry for the situation.
“It’s fine. They deserved it anyway. They never replied to me when I texted them. If it wasn’t for you using your ‘sexiness’ to make them get busy, we would’ve gotten a shitty grade for sure.” You used air quotes around the word ‘sexiness’.
“You think I’m sexy?” He said smugly.
“Of course that’s all you picked up from the entirety of what I said.” You rolled your eyes, and he laughed a hearty laugh.
“Obviously,” you say quietly, he almost didn’t hear you.
“You’re so fucking cute,” he said, laughter dying down. You had this annoyed blush on your face as the both of you walked. You did end up going out to eat with him. But somehow, you also ended up fucking him in the restaurant bathroom right after.
His hands squeezed your hips as you pressed you ass closer against him. You never realized you could feel so full. He slammed his length into you, while you shamelessly watched yourself pant beneath him in front of the mirror.
“You’re such a pretty girl, look how pretty you are. I wanna see your face again when you cum.” He coaxed you whilst gripping your neck.
“Don’t be so loud though, then we’ll get caught. You don’t want this to end do you?”
Your juices were running down your weak legs, and you were holding back pleasure filled squeals while he rammed himself into you. It had been a while since you had been fucked so well aside from last Friday. And something about the thrill of someone knocking on the door, which wasn’t even locked, helped you find your climax during that 10 minute session.
You called out his name as you clenched around his length, causing him to throw his hand over your hot mouth.
“Shhh,” he shushed you as he lifted your body towards his own.
“We won’t be able to do stuff like this in the future if you’re so loud.” His hot breath poured into your ear. Your knees were burning, but the pleasure in your core was enough to over shadow it. You were ashamed to admit it, but you were cumming again onto his dick.
“Satoru, my legs...” you muffled against his hand.
“I’ve got you sweetheart, don’t worry.” His thrusts were quickening and you felt him twitch inside you. He released himself into the rubber he wore before removing his member from you. You collapsed your upper body onto the sink for support.
He was incredibly sweet somehow, sliding your jeans and panties up for you.
“Can you walk?” He asked.
“I can manage.” You say, stumbling back against his chest. He caught you whilst you buttoned your jeans.
“The look on your face is priceless.” He said, looking at you in the mirror. You were a disheveled blushing mess, but somehow you were scowling at him for making you cum in such a short time.
“You can hold my arm for support,” he watched as you fixed what you could of your top and hair.
“Shut up.” You said, wrapping yourself onto his arm and exiting the bathroom.
Sex with him was filled with plentiful moments like this. He would spontaneously show up around you, asking to hang out. It helped out a lot, considering you were less stressed and chirpier, your friends noticed. A little bit of dick does everyone good sometimes.
You did your best to keep it strictly sex related, and you felt like he was casually following whatever you wanted to do. He was a decent friend, listening to your qualms about school and your other friendships. He took in a lot of stories and life situations from you, but he rarely ever talked about himself. You had slept with him countless times by then, but you really knew nothing about him. The thing that made it worse is that he started to sex you more passionately, stirring your feelings in a bunch.
He towered above your body in the dark moonlit room. It was another Friday, and you were lost in his sex yet again. He was so close, kissing and sucking your lips til they were sore and bruised. He dragged his mouth against your neck and down to your chest. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he was keen to keep the space between you as close as possible. You hadn’t see him all week, and you both didn’t have any classes together this season. The spontaneous adventures became more planned due to your busy schedules.
He inserted himself into your warmth, making you arch your back and press your breasts to his chest.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
Your entire head was hot from the whisper he made into your ear. You wished he wouldn’t say things like that. It was starting to fuck with you. You let out a moan as he filled you up completely, grinding your sex towards him from underneath.
“It looks like you missed me too,” he chuckled. Your sex was loud and wet. You couldn’t lie to him even if you tried— your body wouldn’t let you.
You found yourself moaning how much you missed him as he rolled into you endlessly throughout the evening.
“I know baby,” he placed sweet kisses against your face and neck, “I know.”
You chose to block this specific memory out whenever you told your friends this story. He had sexed you like he loved you that night and you had too many orgasms to count.
You awoke in the morning with him clinging to your naked body. It really wasn’t the first time something romantic like this had happened but it was the first time you felt provoked to say something.
“Satoru...” You said against his hair. He grumbled a groggy hum into your neck. You didn’t know if this was the right time to say it, but you were tired of the subtle hints of affection he had been mixing in with all the lust.
“It’s getting hard for me to keep this relationship strictly sex based,” you begin.
“I really do want to get to know you more. But sometimes you throw me these mixed signals and I get confused.”
He sat up, bringing his blue gaze towards yours.
“Then we should stop.” He said bluntly. He wasn’t asking you either.
“We should,” you sort of agree, confusedly.
“I had a feeling this was going to happen.” He said, tearing himself from you.
“But it’s cool. I’ve got somewhere to be. You need a ride home?” He asked. You nodded. That morning for the first time in a long time, you both got dressed together in solitude. There was no banter, no joking around and none of the occasional compliment or kiss.
He drove you home, in comfortable silence on his part. When you both of reached in front of your house he finally spoke.
“Don’t look so down, honey. At the end of the day, you were just a warm body to me. Cheer up though, you served your purpose.”
You could’ve cried but you knew exactly what this was from the beginning. Was it possible he was starting to feel something? And this was his way of running from it? You stared at your lap. There was no point of trying to read too hard into it now.
“Thanks for the ride.” You say, shutting the door. He watched you walk into your house. He hadn’t known you were so sensitive considering the persona you’d been giving him since the very beginning. He would never be able to apologize to you for it either— he had too much pride.
He never texted or called you after that. Not that you were surprised, you knew he wasn’t the one for you. He was too secretive despite his outgoing nature. An experience it was, you thought it was fun. You did your best to look at the situation as optimistically as possible.
Whenever you saw him on campus, you didn’t even bother looking at him. You walked right by him. He knew better than to speak to you. One day you were sitting in the cafe you first met him in. It was raining just like it was last year. You knew he saw you scribbling away through the glass window. He entered anyway, with a brunette attached to his arm. She laughed loudly as she pressed her breasts to his bicep. You casually sipped your iced coffee, eying him briefly before returning to your work.
He was pretty ballsy.
“You okay babe?” Suguru slid his large hand over yours, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You hummed in delight, watching him take hold of your hand and press your knuckles to his lips.
“When you’re done, how about we go to that Hibachi place you like?”
You held back an excited squeal at the dark haired male in front of you.
“I’d like that a lot.”
part 2
#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo sensei#jujutsu kaisen#jjk angst#jjk#jjk smut#im sorry but just because they're your fav does not mean im gonna write the relationship all lovey dovey#fictional characters are not exempt to toxicity#but I love the song so much I couldn't write it any other way
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[The Venom Within] <- read part one here.
Description: The events that soon followed your emotional downfall turns dark and horrifying after Hydra gains possession of your freedom.
1/2 of part 2
Warnings: Abuse. Kidnapping. Angst.
Disclaimer: In this story' venom has no conscious and is simply just the readers alter, or the readers inner thoughts and insecurities. This takes place after civil war time. So Endgame and Infinity War never happens.
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You huffed inaudibly, hearing your stomach roar from starvation for the fifth time this minute. You had only gotten twelve blocks away from the tower, which was still very much visible when you turned back. Annoyingly so, you tried to avoid any peripheral contact with it, in fear of changing your mind and running straight back.
Even trying your very hardest to block out any childhood memories spent there from coming back to you, as the last thing you needed was for more tears to be shed. You felt eerily deprived of sensation, and you didn't know if it was because of the cold New York air or the fact that you left a part of you behind back in that tower. The one capable of deciphering the many layers of the overwhelming apathy you ever so felt reside within you.
The one able to comprehend and break down your other feelings that remained intacted, yet almost seemed brain dead. As if not computing the sitution that had happened moments ago, defying how your tense heart truly ached. Feeling as though you were just a walking body, an empty shell of the person that once was. You knew your inner subconscious was protecting you from added trauma, and was doing the best thing it could by preventing you from feeling the complexity of it all and only allowing minor details to slide. As said feelings would only send you into a spiralling depth of anxiety.
And only god knows what would happened if your emotions alone suddenly decided it was time to have a panic attack at this very moment. Despite being greatful for the somewhat unorthodox coping mechanism that was forced upon you, you were at war with yourself. Almost angry that you couldn't process the overwhelming wave of sensations, having to submit to the black cold solitude of your mind till your brain finally decides to open up and evaluate just how badly the damage was to your mental health.
But till that happens your soul was left to wonder and yield in confusion instead of settling on one dependent emotion....
You were conflicted to no doubt.
You were angry yet, if tried hard enough and dug a bit deeper, pass the wall you built around your heart, you found yourself strangely at peace. Contradicting the forefront frustration you had with the profound perplexity of the situation, confusing you once more. As a part of you almost beams at the sudden calmness that over came you, in contrast to your outbursts merely an hour ago.
Sure, you felt a myriad of miniscule emotions coincide you, tiny enough not to affect you in any way shape or form, or take away your apathetic structure, (thankfully so). And you knew that you were definitely far from okay as of right now, especially since you were somewhat going through an existential crisis. Yet in a funny defiant kind of way you were fine. It was as if your amygdala had froze, preventing you from registering everything that had happened. Forcing you to rerun the moments leading up to here in order to get to the bottom of what your true emotions and opinions were.
You made it out of the tower unnoticed, given the fact that you dressed a lot more muted than you'd normally do. Nobody would think that it was Y/n Stark under the hood of one of Steve Rogers' old jacket. Your clothes weren't exactly ideal, but you were in no position to complain, you acted in a panic and grabbed whatever was on the way to the exit.
That being Natasha's grey hoodie and Steve's oversized leather jacket. Both laid untouched, draped over the abandoned conference room chairs. You saw it the moment you stepped out the elevator, peering through the glass walls just to confirm whether it was really their's. It was a given that the room hadn't been cleaned out yet, being that it had been months since anyone has been in there. But then again, only a few people had conformation to that area of the tower.
Without thinking, you had scanned your hand onto the access pad, and before you knew it, the glass door slid open. A decision you silently curse yourself on now for doing, since there was no doubt about it that Friday had already informed your dad that your last digital encounter was going into that room. You knew how incredibly smart that AI was, so you even made it an effort to take the route with less cameras. Even purposely running around the building, going to useless area's to confuse her in the future before sliding pass an unsupervised emergency exit.
Despite the fact that it was 1:30 AM, the streets of Manhattan was as lively as ever. Though there was a lot less traffic at this time of the night. It gave you comfort to know that you weren't completely alone walking the streets. You may be skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but at the end of the day, you were still a girl, and that fact alone made you a clear target for some.
And you doubt you could put up much of a fight, especially with how starved weak (and not to mention injured) you were. You had to be weary of who was around you at all times, stick to crowded areas yet be inconspicuous enough not to be spotted by cameras. As you knew for a fact that Friday was most likely scanning the area.
Though despite how stress driven the situation was and how fidgety you felt, you weren't completely wandering lost, you had a destination set at mind and it gave you all the hope that you needed to keep moving onward. That location being the small little Chinese restaurant tucked away at a back alley passage seven blocks away from where you were. As you were quite close with the owner, being a regular weekly. So you knew for a fact that if you asked she would let you stay for a couple of days without hesitation. The small cozy family owned business reminded you so much of your old home, back when you still lived with your mother.
After that night- or more so week spent with Tony, your mother had decided it would be best to stay put in China for a while. Delusions of starting something more than just a hook up with the oh so' brilliant Tony Stark flooded her mind. She wanted to be at arms reach for the man and stay exactly where he left her. Tony told her multiple times over the course of seven days that he'd be back for her, but he never came back...
As weeks went by your mother had come to the realization that those words were merely nothing but empty promises and drunken slurs. Thus feeding her resentment for the small little child that grew inside her. You weren't a native of China but you were born and raised there up until age eleven or twelve, when your mother passed from cancer. Your childhood for the most part was dry and barren of any affection, having to submit and be degraded to being your mother's personal maid. Despite the mistreatment you had to endure, you couldn't exactly complain because you weren't exactly suffering. You had a roof over your head and all the food and water you could ever want, not to mention access to education. From a young age you had always shown signs of carrying the infamous Stark gene, harboring a profound skill to grasp and master any subject thrown your way. At the age of only six you were already capable of speaking three different languages; English, Chinese, and French. You had all characteristics of being a Stark.
Except of course the looks.... Which was primarily why Tony didn't believe you were his child to begin with. You knew from the age of twelve that you looked more like your mother rather than your dad, but the contrast was blatantly eye striking next to the man whom was supposed to be your father. You had your mom's features more not to mention her complexion, being that your mother was [your race].
(If you're white then imagine y/n is paler or tanner than Tony, I'm Asian so....)
You had never forgotten the most pivotal and accurate representation of your relationship that unfolded the day you first met...
🕸🕷🕸
You ran towards the man stood a few feet away from you, letting go of the woman's hand. Your face beams displaying a blinding smile as you ran towards Tony.
"Dad!"
You screamed in joy running towards the male engulfing his mid waist with your arms. The man looked down at you in a fright, his brows furrowing together as he looked at the Stark family lawyer and the social worker.
He gently yet assertively pulls your arms off of him, not sparing you a glance as you looked up in question.
"Are you sure she's mine?"
Your heart drops at that moment as all becomes clear... The smile no longer present on your face as you looked down and distanced yourself away from Tony. Something no one took notice of.
"We've already done a DNA test on her sir and she's yours..." The social worker lady spoke timidly, clutching her files tightly.
"Well do two more tests, god damn it!"
Tony screamed causing you to flinch slightly. A prickling sensation of shame washing over you as you watched him begins to pace, rubbing his face with the palm of his hands in distress.
"Come here sweetie, let's go get you something to eat, you must be hungry from your flight."
A woman with ginger hair spoke lightly as she forced out a smile, extending her hand for you before glaring at the man when you took her hold.
"I want a cheese burger...."
She nodded briefly, pulling you away from the scene and straight towards the elevator.
🕸🕷🕸
And at that day was when you realized that things were only going to get more complicated from there. Because the first moment that you both met, he had already decided that he didn't want you.
Though contrary to his primal feelings, you were very much aware of your fathers attempts in searching for you, even though it had only been forty five minutes since the fight. It was reassuring but, you weren't in the mood to awe about it. You were still mad at him, and had zero plans of forgiving him any time soon. Or returning any time soon... You wanted him to worry and loose sleep, it was petty but it would be a mere compensation for the suffering he put you through.
You brush pass a halted group of people, no more than twelve, lightly shoving pass them irritably. Slightly annoyed with their odd behavior, as they all seemed to be watching something you couldn't care less about. You let out an inaudible scoff, as you walked passed them. Your attention devoted to unwrapping the bubble gum you had in hand. Harshly shoving the minty treat into your mouth before putting your bandaged hands into the pockets of the leather jacket. You heaved in relief, finally giving your roaring stomach a somewhat rest after fourteen hours of starvation. The gum was probably months old by now since you found it in Nat's hoodie, but you couldn't care less. It was only meant to sustain your hunger for twenty more minutes.
You walk at a leisurely pace, stopping slightly to push the pedestrian button at the cross walk. You watched as multiple cars pass by, rolling your eye irritably as you hear the crowd of people gasp in awe again. You normally weren't so easily agitated, but you're currently having a hard time figuring out just what your new normal would be from now on... Tapping your foot on the concrete pavement, you wished time would speed up.
"What do you think is happening up there?"
"Who knows"
"Maybe he's just testing out his new suits.'
With that, you freeze all movements. It was as if everything stilled at the command of one word. You were scared shitless of all the possibilities it could be, not knowing whether you were willing to look or not, but your anxiety was killing you. Feeling it increase at every breath, taunting you like marionettes on a string, dearing you to look, only to scream no just afterwards. With an in take of air, you pushed back those thoughts and slowly, you turned to view what all the fuss was about. Gasping in shock and horror at the sight infront of you.
He was insane.
There stood the Stark tower tall and proud, being lit up like a firecracker with multiple yellow streaks of light ejecting from the building. It looked as though hundreds of missiles were being fired into the air, contrasting the twilight sky. Even with the skyscrapers that surrounded the tower, the sight demanded all the attention. No, those weren't missiles...
They behaved too smart to be simply just that. And you knew better than to dismiss them so easily. Multiple flew in every direction, some swirling around the tower, and others going straight up. There was at least two or four going north and south, while a dozen takes off headed east and west. It looked as though someone was celebrating New Years early, and doing so extravagantly, except it was the middle of fall...
The sight was beautiful you couldn't deny that, but you were confused as to what exactly that could mean. Was it meant for you? Was he calling you back? Was that his version of an Amber alert? Or maybe they celebrating that you were finally gone... Images of Pepper, Tony, and Peter celebrating your leave quickly flash through your mind, stabbing you in the back ones more. Quickly, you shake them out of your head, returning your attention once again to the event in front of you. Your brows pulled together in question before it officially clicked. Hitting you hard like a brick, demolishing the wall of protection you built around yourself to stop the flood of overwhelming emotions. Feeling a small tug in your chest, the numbness that guarded your heart slowly dispersed as anxiety crept up your spine.
He had unleashed the entirety of his Iron Legion's to search for you.
All 108 suits....
Without thinking, you quickly crouched down, seeing one flying low into the street, right towards you. Your hood fell from a gust of wind as your hair blew all around. You screw your eyes tightly, covering your ears at a loud swooshing sound invading your eardrums. Thankfully, it flew pass you. You ignored the cheering of the crowd, quickly trying to run and sprint into an underground sub station. Turning back one last time, only to be greeted by more iron suits taking off from the tower. You frantically focusing your eyes, seeing a blue and red figure swinging from a far.
Peter....
As luck may have it, he swung left, following a completely different road.
And with that, you ran. You ran as fast as your feet could carry you, frantically looking for the 99th street substation opening so that you could hide underground.
Cut short gasps of panic erupt from your mouth as you hurriedly ran across the street. You closed your eyes tight, feeling tears forming and falling down your face. Oh no, not now... Cold frost bitten air hits your skin as you maneuver yourself around bystanders. Not now, not now, not now. The tears fell more frequently as you squeezed your eyes shut once more.
You were not going to send yourself into and anxiety attack, not now, and not because of this.
Your running comes to a halt as you stand exactly where you're supposed to be, eyes quickly looking around in search for the station opening.
There!
In a fright, damp cold sweats engulfs your body as you enter and ran down the steps, out from above ground sight. You jump over the turnstile, panting from the tiredness as you took note of how soar your legs were becoming. You gulp, chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked around to see if anyone saw your odd behavior. And to your surprise the station was completely empty, odd... Though that could very well be because the scheduled 1:40 train had just took off fifteen minutes ago. You moved with hesitation and weariness as you looked around for any person in sight. Silently, you plopped yourself down onto a steel bench, trying desperately for your breathing to calm down.
You didn't know how long it had been or how much time passed since you've sat down, but you stayed put fidgeting for what seemed like hours. Your thighs bounced anxiously as you kept an eye out for any short of movement, the dimly lit grimy station gave you an on edge feeling and it didn't sit right in your stomach. You felt like you were being watched from all sorts of corners and you shook it off as anxiety but something told you to stay guarded.
Your ears would perk from time to time, hearing loud gusts of winds and cheering from above ground, ensuring the fact that your father's search party wasn't going away anytime soon.
You hear movement coming in, snapping out of your haze as you felt a presence sit beside you. You peer up meekly in curiosity before gasping in shock and horror at who the person was.
Brock Rumlow....
"Long time no see little Stark." He spoke voice raspy and sinister as you cringe at the sight of his face. There, half of his profile was burnt and agitated red as one of his eyes was completely titanium white, you figured he was blind there. Wanda really did a number on him as you all suspected that she had killed him....
Little Stark.... That was something only Fury called you...
You swallow in fear as you notice five more men appearing suddenly. You suddenly felt incredibly hyper aware of the situation, your vision tunneling as your heart rate increases. This was really happening...
"I've waited a long time for this kid... knock her out!"
Before you could scream in distress a throbbing pain consumes the back of your skull, and then everything turned black...
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I owe you guys an explanation, and to put it simply, I was depressed and felt unmotivated so I took a lot of time to myself... I wasn't aware that so many people were expecting a follow up to a stupid little story I had written in April... I am without of words and am absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of support and love you all have given me. Yet the feeling of being pressured to write came with the notion of so much positivity, thus tainting it. I can't promise when the second half of part two will come out, but know that it is coming......
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Claiming Ones Own
This chapter was a pain to write. It's not perfect but will do as brain seems to want to focus on the next chapter hay ho! Enjoy. Cross posted on AO3.
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Chapter 4 - Bedtime Disasters
By the time the trio had finished their meal it was late/early, depending on your viewpoint, but one thing was certain was that it was past Marie’s bedtime. This may have been a good point to try and get her to sleep, but given that a) they are bats, sleep is for the weak as Tim would state and b) Marie had been fed probably not the wisest proportion of chocolate in the last few hours, sleep was not really on the cards any time soon.
Cass and Jason worked in tandem clearing the table and storing what remained of the takeaway in the fridge. Jason had managed to demolish a significant amount unsurprisingly, so there wasn’t much to box up. Marie stood fascinated, watching the adults dance around each other with practiced ease, taking in all the subtle communication they gave to each other.
As Cass started to wash up the dishes, Jason sighed and set off towards the bathroom. Despite his grumbling’s Jason knew it was his safest course of action. The Alfred threat looming over him was not worth the energy fighting over and simpler to just do the task. Alfred, for all his neutrality, was wrapped around Cass’s little finger (much like Bruce), and now Cass was providing him with a great grandchild would give her more protection of Alfreds disappointment. He doubted it would be long till Pixie learnt that skill from Cass either. Pixie had a charm about her and was already working her magic on him and Cass.
Seeing Jason leave, Marie bouncing with unspent energy, quietly followed to see what he was up to. Washing dishes seemed boring to her, and she had already seen the kitchen. She knew where the chocolate was stored which was the key important factor. Silently she shadowed Jason, that was until he went towards the remains of the battle zone.
“No trick here Pixie, I’m just cleaning up the mess. I’m not gonna get you wet, promise. You can watch if ya like or have a look around the apartment. No escaping or running, we’ve just got ya and don’t want to have to save you again from some more bastards!”
The little huff of air as her response got Jason to chuckle. “We care about you Pixie. Cass claiming ya means your family now. Like it or not you’re stuck with us. Cass won’t give you up easily” Jason replied before starting work on tidying the bathroom.
Marie flitted around the apartment observing them both, wondering off briefly exploring before returning to see where they were. Over the meal they gained a small amount of trust, it was clear to see they meant her no harm so was letting some of her walls down for the moment appeared to be ok. She didn’t completely trust them but she didn’t not trust them.
During her apartment adventures Maria found a thing with buttons on. Inquisitively she pressed some of the buttons. She squeaked in surprise as the TV turned on. Cass heard the noise escaping her daughter and ran into the room in a panic. Heart pounding. Was her daughter ok? Has she hurt herself? Has someone however unlikely broken in?!!!
Relief flooded through Cass as she arrived on the scene, Marie hypnotised by the tv showing some baking show. Easing into a smile, Cass went and grabbed a couple of blankets and draped one round her shoulders and one around Maries. Gently guiding Marie to her lap on the sofa they both snuggled on the sofa to watch the baking show while Jason finished off.
When Jason finished, he found the pair fast asleep wrapped up tight in blankets with the TV and lights still on. As he turned the TV and lights off, two drowsy heads glared at him as he backed away before settling down to sleep. ‘Pixie is such a mini Cass in the making’ flashed through his head.
Jason woke to loud banging on his door, groggily he sat up and with a sleep ladened voice groaned, “What do you want Cass”. The woman barged into his room, “Missing” ‘Marie is missing!!! We slept on the sofa, when I woke, she was gone!’ “Help Jay!!”. Slowly shaking he sleep out of his body, Jason finally registered what Cass was saying and appearance. Cass was unnervingly jittery and had glimmers of fear and worry marking her face. To catch Cass’s mask cracking freaked Jason out.
“Fuck” Jason jumped out of bed. His head finally catching up with the conversation. Cass was scared. Pixie had disappeared between the time he’d gone to bed and Cass waking up. Street kids were tricky, they knew how to escape and avoid trouble. Giving what they saw of her on the streets, she had the potential to slip out the apartment without triggering the alarms. They were set up for those slipping in, not out. He thought that they had reassured her enough to stay the night and well hopefully trust them.
“Shit! Fuck! Where have you looked Cass? Are you sure she’s left the apartment?” grabbing some joggers to slip on, Jason walked over to the semi frantic Cass.
‘Looked in living room and bedroom. I couldn’t see her. Doors and windows locked still don’t think she left but I’ Cass looked up at Jason, her anxiety was showing ‘I panicked. Need help to find her’
Systematically the pair hunted the apartment. Looking in all the unusual places a child could hide. Pixie was appearing to be an expert at disappearing.
Throwing caution to the wind Jason looked in the blanket cupboard. Almost missing it, Jason could see a glimpse of hair poking out. Jason could only smile. His niece was hidden, you could barely see her, under the pile of blankets and right at the back so only if you were seriously looking for her. Leaving the girl who seemed content to rest Jason strode off to find Cass.
“Hey Cass, you can chill now. I found your gremlin. She is in the blanket cupboard all nested and asleep still.”
The visible effect of those words surprised Jason as tension and anxiety left his sister’s body. ‘Thank you Jay’. His niece had really wormed her way into Cass’s heart, and his heart too.
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Being a mother was surprisingly more complex than Cass had thought as she reviewed her first almost week.
Meal times had been an interesting challenge to overcome with Marie demanding chocolate ALL the time. That was until Cass thought of chocolate milk. This seemed to appease her quirky child, so though at times convincing her to try new things was harder than it should be, Marie was more co-operative. At least now meals were not food covered in chocolate spread or succumbing to chocolate bar demands.
Taking Marie shopping had also been an experience she, and Jay, would rather forget. Marie disappearing for 30 minutes had caused an awful lot of fraught feelings for Cass and Jason as they hunted manically for her. When Marie reappeared she seemed quite content with a collection of jewellery and nonplussed about the chaos and anxiety she’d left behind her. Her pickpocketing habits would need to be addressed as she kept the ring she obtained but she gifted the rest to Jason and Cass. The gift given would have been sweet if it a) wasn’t stolen and b) she didn’t think that she needed to buy love/care. Shopping also unraveled that the girl was particularly picky about clothes and distrustful of strangers. All in all, it resulted in a lot of stress for the Wayne adoptees. Shopping trips were now off the table for a while if Marie was involved.
Though these were issues and problems, Cass felt she had managed to overcome them or at least manage to for the most part. Ok, that was a lie but she had plans semi in place.
Her current headache at this moment in time was sleep! Well more the waking. She wasn’t sure how she would survive a month of parenthood at this rate. Every, and she really did mean every, morning Marie was missing only to be found in another location. It was causing her more distress that she’d like to admit.
She had hoped that the first blanket nest situation the first night was a one off. Turns out that was a no. Jason was finding it all too amusing as well!
After night 1, night 2 was spent coaching Marie to sleep in her bed. Buying a new bed hadn’t crossed their minds after the shopping fiasco, and Jason wasn’t currently willing to relinquish the spare room. Something about his guns and personal space. Getting her into a soft bed still required too much chocolate bribery. Waking up to Marie missing. Again. Freaked Cass out. Eventually she was sound curled up in a suitcase on top of the wardrobe.
Night 3 Cass slept in the bed with Marie, hoping that it would convince her to stay in the bed all night. That failed when she was found asleep under the bed. At least that time it was semi easy to find the girl.
Night 4 Cass burrito’d and swaddled the girl up in blankets. Restricting her movements may help her settle and remain in bed. That failed too. Marie was found sleeping in Cass’s wardrobe this time. Slightly easier to find again.
By night 5 Cass was close to pulling her hair out. The morning drama’s were getting to her and Jason finally conceded the spare bedroom to her daughter. The amusement was still there but not as strong. That was a sort of win, Marie gaining her own space and hopefully learning to trust them more.
That was a complete disaster as Marie disappeared again this time. The girl was eventually found wrapped in a blanket nest in the kitchen cupboard amazingly hidden behind the food. An impressive way to hide. Chocolate wrappers were also found.
‘Jay! Help. I don’t understand. Why won’t she stay in bed? What am I doing wrong?’
“You’re doing great Cass! Chill a bit. Pixie is eating more than chocolate and we are finding her quicker each day. She’ll run out of new hiding places soon which will mean we will find out her favourite space to sleep”
‘Nooo Jaaay! Help! Please she needs to learn to sleep in bed. I can’t introduce her to Alfred otherwise. He’d want to meet her. Which brings the rest of them. And I don’t want to loose her! The others would be too much!! Please! Please! Pleeeease Jay!!! For Alfred if not meee!"
Jason could do without the morning stress too and Cass did raise a good point about Alfred and the rest of the bats. Sighing, Jason pondered over what Pixie was doing and recalled his time adjusting to the manor.
“Cass, she likes small safe, hidden spaces. Open spaces leave her vulnerable and open to attack. I think she knows that we won’t do that, but it's a hard habit to break. Plus she is a stubborn girl, a true bat I guess. I know I didn’t like the big rooms at the manor to begin with. Perhaps we can create a safe nest in her room to see if she’ll stay. A small safe space. The room is too big currently for her to be used to it.”
Smiling Cass nodded. The logic sort of followed.
That evening Cass and Jason worked together to make a blanket fort nest in the corner of the room. Marie watching with curious eyes. Playing with the ring she’d taken to wearing on a chain. When Cass started to take the bedding off the bed into the blanket fort, Maries eyes’ turned to saucers as she worked out what was happening. Tugging on Cass’s arm ‘Marie help?’ caused Cass to smile in pride and nod. Marie was starting to sign more delighting Cass and semi trusting them.
The next morning Cass woke to find Marie still dozing in her blanket fort and smiled! This obstacle was conquered.
Note: thank you to PickledPlumFan on AO3 for the chocolate milk idea/concept.
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The Kambal Oneshot
Chubby reader. Part 1
Crispin:
Y/n walking in the street in the day light . It was hot event to early in the morning. You wear a light blue shirt with a cute kitty design, light pink skirt and white rubber shoes. Your skirt were higher than one inch. You were going to buy new clothes to fit your asthetic look.
Well you are douth about clothing choices because your body. The huge hips, chubby arms the face and most importantly your belly. The belly is the body part you hate the most. Since your intire life been treadted ugly and always scolded for being fat. Even your own mother keep telling you that. You keep trying best to not bother. Today hou have a confidence to wear the cloths you like.
You weren't expecting the heat to today.
" Thank goodness i brought my umbrella" walk to the crowd and wait to street light to go. Then you heard Two men in suit and a woman who were short. The guy one is long hair and the other were short hair. They had decame face so they must been twins.
Soon more people keep coming, Suddenly some push " Hoy! tabathoy Tumabi ka nga! " ou push from behind and drop your umbrella. Then you accidentally hit some back with your head. "Ouch !" "Hello, ayos kalang ba" you look up saw a tall man, with black coath and vest. He has short hair has, handsome face but no eye???. looking you with concerned."Miss are you ok?" You sanp to reality. "Umm yes im al right." The other twim picks up the umbrella and give it t you.
"Hey miss what's your na-" The the light turn green you walk imminently. Beacause othe loud croud you didn't hear him.
Crispin pov:
"Wow pre iniwan ka sa ere." I look a Basilio irritated look while he laughs. I nudge him quite hard so wine about the pain. " Come on kuya we should be at home. You know hank is more annoying." I look at the direction she went, i wonder where she goes.
" Kuya na kikinig ka ba saakin?!" Basilio bring me back reality.
" Ano? Ahh! Oo "
".........."
".........."
" Gusto mon puntaha young babae? No? Basilio ask waith a smirk
" Uhhhhj...
" Don't Brother ill cover up for you! Basta bumili ka ng beauty products at marenda. Kailangan mo yan pag balik." Basilio gave Crispin extra money.
Your Pov:
I found my favorite store in the SM mall. I found cute design. Thres cute sweater, High jeans, cute skirts and also some cute stuff animals. Im so excited to many to choose from.
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I have four bags of clothes. I should really it 4:00pm huh its been two hours. Well i should buy myself some snacks. ' what should i get shawarma or sandwich' Then you accidentally bump to Someone. "Sorry mam," Wait that voice. "I-Ikaw.." Its the same guy while you bump with. " My name is Crispin. What your name? I ask you a while ago but you didn't hear me." I was embarrassed. "(Y/n), sorry i i was bit hurry."
"Do you want me to carry that for you?" He genially
"Oh nonono! Its fine!"
Are you sure it seems alot to you. I insist to carry."
"Ahh ok."
Third Pov:
He insisted carrying your shopping bags. But why though he to help me we just bump each early. You two walk out to super mall, It was very awkward silence, but then he broke the silence.
'I like your outfit it cute on you" he compliment you with a smile.
"Wha!!"
You blush those is he really playing with you
"You couldn't take compliment? Or I m just the first?" You nodd. He replied.
"Im telling the truth thought. I can see a beauty when i see one."
"Umm your not bad for yourself" You tried to flirt but it failed you.
"Hehehe"
"What did your job?" He ask you.
"Well its not really interesting but may job is ( your job name). "
"Mine like solving crime stuff like that. it Kinda stressful, sometimes i i haven't sleep for 3 day!" You felt bad for him.
"That's really awful! Is it unhealthy for you?"
"Yeah but when i have sleep its only 4 hour. But sometimes we do have day off. I manage ."
"Hey wear almost to my apartment ment just 2 more miles. We could stop by to buy ice cream if want" you ask him since your starting to crave dessert.
"No all pay for it."
"Its fine you help carrying my shopping at least repay you."
"Ok" he smiled
You two buy ice cream your is ( favorite flavor) and he but chocolate and vanilla ice cream. You two walk and continue your conversation. It was quite enjoyable and interesting and you had fun have company .Once your inside of the building in outside your apartment door. Its time to partways.
Thank you very much. "
"Your welcome. It might be weird and to fast because you just met me but is it alright to ask.... Can i have you phone number? So you can talk each other cause... I enjoy your company we can be friends. BUTIFYOU DON'T WANTTOTHATS FINE!ITSOTIBEINGACREEPIMITALKINGTOMUCH!I'LLSTOP!"
You we speechless. Someone asking phone number to talk to you. Well this is first since childhood non of tour old friend ask your number to stay contact. And you seen him as creep. He nice and gentle men. It wouldn't hurt try to make new friends. You chuckle and smiled and said.
"Sure!"
"Really?"
"Wait ill give you my phone number, ill need my pen and paper and here another paper to write your number ... "
After you write it, you gave it Crispin. Crispin wrote his number in the other paper that you gave him.
"Thank you"
"Bye Cutie see you soon."
You have a pink blush in your cheek. What a nice guy you thought to yourself. Once you open your door and brining your clothes inside. You take a shower and change to your panjamas.
-----------------Meanwhile---------------------
Crispin Pov:
ARE INSAVE YOU GAVE SOME STRANGER THE OUR HOUSE PHONE!! AND LET ME REMIND YOU DON'T HAVE PHONE CRISPIN!! Hank angry scream
I KNOW HANK I M SORRY OKAY!!
While the two arguing! Basilio eating chips ( Nova) while watching Crispin and Hank argue and Alexandra disappointed face while wearing a face mask that Crispin baught before he went home.
Basilio
You were walking home after after you visit your grandma. It was dark in the night you wear wear a light blue belt top and jeans. You had a pocket knife for self defense but you still worried. But the you hear a loud crash when you look up a hold abandon building starting to fall on you. He quickly rush to push he you away before it hit both of you. Both of you fell on the ground he land on his face to your belly.
" Oww my- he- hey are you ok ?!" You tried to wake him his ok. Then he started to move, he the look at you observing you. He wears a mask. "Pwede ko ba malaman ang pangalan mo? ". A silence both of before he respond. "Wow your cute" WHHATT!! C- Cute???? You blush your embarrassed.
They you both heard a call. "BASILIO!" A man with a sad face mask fly infront of you. "Boss wants us to go ( street name) it more important than you flirting around." You blush more. The smile mask man slowly stood up and nod his head he ald your hand. And pull up to your feet. " Hey cutie , whats your name ? ". " Umm.. (Y/n) " " heres my phone number so we can get know each other" He hands you a card with phone number in it with name Basilio. "Thank you for saving me!." the other mask man sad " BASILIO!! There people dyeing any minute!!" "IM COMING!!" They both flying away and leaving you. " Stay safe beautiful! ❤️" the look back give you a flying kiss while his mask on. The next thing gone they were gone.
"Wow what a night .. " You look back at the phone number. Who was Basilio? What doe s look like? Those he really mean those word?... Cute? Beautiful? Hehe no way. That Basilio guy is messing with her. Right? " Hmmm maybe later when i get home "
Basilio POV:
"Well done boys if you need me ill up stairs changing ok." Yes bossing
" Ugh.. im so tired !!" I wine. "Well we should be finish early of you wodn't get distracted!!" "Hey hey calm down you two" Hank hold his hand together and look me in straight in the eyes." What did you do??
" What did you mean?! I DID NO SUCH THING!"
"He gave a random girl our house phone number."
"IDIOT! WHAT DID ALEXANDERA TELL NO TO DO!!" Hank panic
"Giving our house phone number..?"
"Giving our number!! You to don't have phone Basilio!!"Hank replied.
"Maybe that person leaks our secrets!"Crispin replied
"Wow you two are Paranoid. But she's looks cute and nice. And i always want to make new friends"
"Calling a them a Cutie pie is a way to making friends?"
" LOOK ITS JUST MY EGO TAKEN OVER! Please don't tell alexandra-"
"What are you hiding from me"She came from the behind. The kambal scream ot top of there lungs
Few minutes later
I smile and think about what happened. When i landed on top her it so soltf like a pilliow that i wanted sleep and cuddle. Its the middle of the night. I still a wake couldn't sleep. I still wait to called me.
Ring ring
"Hello im (y/n ) im so sorry i called you late"
"No no its fine"
"Your name is Basilio right ? I don't want to be rude but can i see the person who save me."
"Ummm to tell you the truth this a telephone. I don't really have my own cellphone. But we could meet if you want tomorrow."
"Really! What time because my job starts at 9:00am and it will end 4:30 pm. "
"If you had time im always free" with a confidence in his tone.
"You save me from a falling building. I think your busy saveing people"
"True but if my shift ended early tomorrow or if i don't work tomorrow we could meet. Deal?"
"Deal! "
"Great! Also can i have your phone number so i can call you back? Since i forgot i didn't have my own phone."
"Sure it's"
"Wait i need to write it! Hold on"
"Hehe its 09*** **** **** "
"Thanks i call you back"
"Its a date good night."
#carla5172007#trese netflix#trese#trese crispin#trese basilio#trese hank#alexandra trese#trese kambal#the kambal#basilio x reader#basilio#crispin#crispin x reader
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Here is my @maribat-secret-santa-2020 gift for @liquid-luck-00
I’m really sorry It’s not finished (i had trouble finishing it due to school and some rough mental health problems) but I will be posting the outline so you can know the rest of what I had planned!
again i’m so so so sorry it’s not done. happy new year! please enjoy!
:readmore:
Marinette and the Runaway Assassin
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Marinette Grason and the Runaway Assassin
The first thing they could remember was always flying.
Their parents always told them that the first thing a Grayson ever did was fly.
Whether it be him tossing his sister in the air as she did flips, or flying on the low swing trapeze with his mother and father. they were born soaring.
Their family was the best of the best. Humans with the agility and grace of birds. Their family never stayed on the ground for long. Nothing could keep a Grayson on the ground.
Until they fell.
Their wonderful parents never flew again.
~
Dick was trying his best to keep it together, for his sister, but the pain was almost too much. He was just 16. What was he supposed to do now? He wasn’t of age to care for Marinette and he certainly didn't have much money at all.
It was two days after the fall that killed their parents. Dick had cried himself to sleep, so full of grief, stress and uncertainty the night before. He wanted, no, needed to keep his sister safe, but what were they supposed to do? Live on the street? Marinette deserved better than that. Not to mention her schooling. There was just so many things he needed to think about he had no idea if they’d ever even survive -
A knock sounded at the door, startling Dick from his thoughts.
“Excuse me,” a deep voice came from behind the door, “I would like to speak to a mister Dick Grayson.” With those words the pit inside his stomach grew. It was probably some social worker coming to separate him from the only family he had left.
Dick opened the door and saw a large man with dark hair and blue eyes in a suit, “If you’re here to take me and my sister to some orphanage, leave now. It’s not going to happen. Get lost.” Dick, the normally polite boy, ended his statement by quickly closing the door.
“Wait!” The man jumped in, using his foot to jam the door. “I’m not a social worker. Mister Grayson I presume?” Dick just narrowed his eyes and nodded his head, “My name is Bruce Wayne. I was hoping to come to an arrangement that would greatly help you and your sister.
Dick had the urge to scoff, but he let the man, Bruce, continue.
“You see, I lost my parents at a young age as well. I want to make you and Miss Marinette my wards. You two would both get to live in my manor with your own room and have all the things you two would need to live a happy life. And you would not be separated. This can all happen effective immediately, as soon as you say the word. So, What do you say?”
This was insane. It was everything he and Mari could need. They could lead a normal, safe, and good life. There were so many goods that could come of this and yet…
Graysons are never tied to the ground my little robin. We must never be afraid to spread our own wings and soar. We are free spirits and we fly our own way.
With only that thought in his head, his ressove hardened.
“While I appreciate the offer Mister Wayne, I’m afraid I have to decline.” He began, “My parents used to say that we should never let ourselves be tied down. They were free-spirited and loved to travel. I want my sister and I to continue their legacy.”
Bruce looked a little shocked at this, and also a bit put out., but he quickly covered it with a determined look of his own.
“I see. If I cannot assist with housing, please let me help in any other way possible. Money is no issue, I can promise you that.” Bruce looked so ready to help them. And hell, if they couldn't use the help.
Dick was at a loss for words, “I- Mister Wayne- I can’t thank you enough!” Marinette would get to have the life their parents would have wanted for her. He didn’t have to worry about money any more. They could be free and go where the wind would take them. This flood of relief he felt did ease his grief a little for only a moment. It was one weight lifted off his shoulders.
“It’s the least I could do Mister Grayson.” He nodded, looking a bit relieved himself.
“Please, call me Dick Mister Wayne.” At that Bruce’s mouth quirked upwards the tiniest bit.
“Only if you call me Bruce.”
~
Over the next few years, Dick and Marinette went everywhere imaginable, traveling with the circus.
Eventually they decided to travel at their own pace. Marinette instided they spend more time in their favorite countries. They spent a few months in each, both gathering a love for each culture and language. Marinette especially took a bit of every country with her, absorbing each like a sponge.
Without the circus to keep them active in their travels and with barely any means to keep themselves protected, Dick and Marinette accumulated a mesh of different fighting styles. Neither ever truly mastered one, but both fought in a way very specific to them.
~
Currently somewhere in Italy, the two were waiting for one of their mentors to arrive for a meeting.
“Duckie!!” Marinette, now nine, ran to her brother with that particular spark in her eye, “Duckie! Guess what!”
Dick, smiled a little at the familiar nickname, “What’s up Nettie?”
Marinette jumped up and down excitedly. “Look what I can do!”
The small girl smiled and ran a little ways into the field nearby and did three handsprings to the shock, and pride of her brother.
“Good job Marinette,“ A voice that was not Dick‘s called from behind them, “I’m glad to see that you are improving well.”
An overall average looking man in his late 30’s wearing a firm, yet warm expression walked towards them.
Their mentor, Malachi Dobraski.
“Uncle Chi!” The Marinettw siblings voiced, running to him.
Malachi’s mouth turned upwards at the sibling’s outburst. “Yes, yes I have finally arrived. You two are, of course, ever so humbled to be in my presence.” There was a stretch of silence before the three burst out in laughter.
“Wonderful to see you two as always.” He said as he bent down to give Marinette a hug.
“So what did you need Malachi? You never call meetings so early in the month.” Dick said as he turned to face him.
Malachi hummed in an impressed manner, “Very astute Richard. I asked you here today because I wanted you to meet a friend of mine I had mentioned earlier. Gina, If you remember.”
At the mention of the woman Marinette perked up, The one who travels all around the world like us? We really get to meet her?” She topped off her questions with a wiggle of excitement.
“We’ll have to see about that Nettie.” Dick spoke fondly as he smiled at his sister’s antics. He then turned his attention to Malachi, “Will she be in town soon? You’re rarely one to throw out praise for no reason and you’ve spoken highly of her in the past.”
“She is a lady well deserving of my praise, Richard. To answer your question, yes. Ms. Gina will be in town Thursday evening.” their mentor said with another small grin.
Dick hummed while tapping his chin, “That’s about two days from now. Unfortunately me and Mari probably won’t be able to meet with her right away. We’re tied up until Saturday I believe. Will she be in town for long?”
“Gina is a free spirit, so it’s hard to say. However she has been interested in you two since I mentioned I was taking students again. I expect she’ll stay long enough to meet you.”
“That’s great!” Dick said, as cheerful as ever, “That settles it then.”
“Yay! We get to meet aunt Gina!” Marinette exclaimed, jumping up and down.
Instead of correcting his sister, Dick just shook his head with a laugh. Why does everyone we hear of instantly become family?
~
Marinette sat at a tall table in a quiet cafe. Her tiny legs swung eagerly underneath her as she hummed to herself. Her brother was up at the counter ordering their drinks. She was sketching, or trying to. It was really hard to focus when she was so full of jitters.
Today was the day they were supposed to meet Ms. Gina and while Marinette was excited, she was just as, if not more, nervous. She has always been this way with new people.
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That is the end of what i have written BUT NOW the outline:
Section One
Dick is older in this 16/17
Mari is 5 or 6
They grow up with their parents, until they die, again.
Dick is old enough to be emancipated/take custody of Mari
(Bruce didn’t adopt them but he helped Dick get emancipated and gave them loads of money)
Their parents were free spirits and loved to travel
Dick decides they should keep that alive.
The two stay with the circus traveling for around a year
And they continue to travel for 1 or 2 years
They meet Gina
Dick kinda wants to settle down Gina recommends Paris
They go to Paris
They get an apartment (thank you plot convenient Bruce money)
(she’s around 10 or 11 now. He’s 19 or 20 now)
Dick wants Mari to make friends or get a feel for regular school so she goes to FD
Section Two
Separately, Damian and the league are in turmoil (the coup happens)
Thalia might die Idk
Damian, not knowing what else to do, flees to Paris?
Tom and Sabine have always wanted children but were never successful
They find this aggressive child on the streets of course they take him in
Damian would grumble about their ‘lower status’ but would of course be secretly grateful and surprised at the unconditional love and care he receives from T and S
Section THree
Back to Mari
Being raised by Dick, she learned to be true to herself and also headstrong
She takes no crap from Chloé
(She eventually learns of her situation with her mother and they become less aggressive towards each other)
(she also learns a lot of different skills and fashion things)
Section Four
Damian arrives at FD
(He’s like 10 or 11 Mari is like 11)
Damian and Mari are both ahead of the curriculum (Both home schooled) same class
She is her kind self, doesn't know anyone else well and Dami is another new kid.
They stick together out of a sort of necessity
He’s cold at first but (go figure) he softens for her eventually
They slowly grow closer as friends
Dick becomes another behaviour mentor and Brother esq figure to Dami
Dick also sees Daminette’s in love right away
He teases Mari about it
Bada Boom they're 13 now
Section Five
Miraculos canon GO
Mari gets ladybug Dami gets cat
Mari doesn't get a crush on Adrien (the gum incident doesn’t happen because Chlo and Mari are on better terms)
Mari and Dami both immediately recognize each other in costume
Mari’s outfit is black with red detailing sans her cape/glider that’s full red with the five black spots. Has deep red boots that go up to the knee. Her ribbons are longer and can detach to use as a makeshift ribbon dance things (she also goes by Ladybird instead of Ladybug)
Damian’s outfit is his assassin outfit but black and tan undertones with cat ears (his pupils don’t change to slits) Damian goes by Leopard
Dick notices a change immediately He confronts Mari, She caves and tells him too
(She consequently reveals Damian’s Identity as well. No one could have that kind of chemistry with Mari that quickly)
He signs her up for many martial arts classes (She already had training in a few, picking up a lot from her travels)
Damian also helps train Mari in some ~Assassin Skills~
Basically, they’re bad asses.
The only thing stopping them from defeating Hawkey boy quickly is the fact that they can’t find where he is
Section Six
Moving on, Salt
Lila happens
Lila still sets her sights on Adrian (he’s got money at this point Damian is just a baker's boy to Lila.
Lila isolates the two from the rest of the class, even more so than they already were
Damian thinks the class are even bigger idiots
Lila is still an awful person and wants to make both Dami and Mari’s live miserable
Lila tries to go to Dick about Mari “bullying” her
He laughs in her face (he choses laughter instead of seething anger. thanks Hawky)
Lila then tries to get through to Tom and Sabine about Damian
This time it works, they have less reason to trust Damian (and he was also a major prick when they first took him in
(this happens over a year or so. Lila slowly gaining the trust of the class and Tom and Sabine)
The environment gets very toxic Dami and Mari decide to leave the school and go to online schooling (like at college level)
Section Seven
Time skip. They are 16 now
The two have had feelings for a while, they now realize them
Dami is less emotionally stunted, having both Dick and Mari around (Tom and Sabine too but they kinda suck now) so he doesn’t panic much
Mari is full panic mode
Dick is just in the corner all smug-like. (“you didn’t know you loved him? I’ve known this for years”)
Que pining
Lots of pining
There’s some angst, Tom and Sabine are negligent towards Damian (not mean but still neglectful)
He ends up staying with Dick and Mari more often than not
Eventually they both confess after a particularly rough akuma battle (the one where mari becomes the guardian?)
Both of them almost watched the other die. That was too heartbreaking for either of them to not confess
So they are together now.
It was an easy transition, they were already married pretty much
They’ve already figured out who Hawky boy is. They just need evidence
They get evidence. They also discover Lila was working with him
They take care of the Hawkmoth situation
Section Eight
Everything is good now right? Wrong
Batman Finally goes to Paris once Hawky is defeated,
(he kept in touch with Dick all these years and knew what was going on, {He practically became their “uncle Bruce”} He only stayed away cuz Hawkmoth)
When Damian sees Bruce visiting Mari’s House he freezes,
Mari: “what's wrong Dami?”
Dami: *whispers in her ear*
M: “He’s your WHAT???”
D; *whispers more*
M: “I- You- Um- WHAT”
D: *walks up to Bruce* “Hello, I know this is an odd way to meet but I am sure you know of Thalia Al’ Ghoul.” *B nods wairily* “Yes, well, I am your son. And unfortunately hers as well.”
“Yes, I’d be perfectly happy to do a blood test.”
Dick and Mari are shook
“Damian, You must come to live with me in Gotham”
Dun
Dun
Dunnnnnn!!!!!
End Part One
Again I am sincerely sorry I was not able to complete this story in time. Like I said before, I will (maybe/probably) be finishing this and planning a part two! I hope you enjoyed! (even though it’s the first fanfic i’ve written)
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⟼ shirabu kenjirou & tendou satori
⍣ the proposal: poly edition | next: matsukawa & iwaizumi | 1/?
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⇢ pairing: shirabu/reader/tendou
⇢ au: aged up!au
⇢ summary: it isn’t exactly how he pictured it, but it’ll do
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⇢ warnings: insecurities, stress, soft shirabu: no i do not take criticism that he’s “too” soft
⇢ word count: 1730
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⇢ a/n: i love the idea of these two together. tendou would make shirabu stop overworking himself through sheer force of will and pestering him into compliance.
Shirabu was exhausted. He was beyond exhausted and knew he should be sleeping for an early morning lecture and yet…
Another burst of laughter from the living room reached his ears only to be quickly stifled and overtaken by Tendou’s giggly muttering, causing him to frown as he laid in bed.
When was the last time he had been able to spend any proper time with the two of you? You and Tendou were always together, getting up in the mornings and drinking coffee before heading to work while Shirabu slept until the last possible minute before his classes. Then you got home at right around the same time, cooking dinner together while Shirabu was either in another lecture, studying in the library, or working on practicals, a project, a paper-- it was always something. Even on the off chance he did get home at a decent time, he almost always fell asleep immediately after eating dinner, no matter how hard he tried to stay up for even a little while.
Jealousy flared in his gut, twisting his heart as he played through a scenario where a rift grew between the three of you, the two of you starting to exclude him from dates, planning things without him and whispering behind his back about how he was never around so what was the point?
The point was that he would never have made it this far without the two of you. Through all his bad attitudes, snippy comments, and the fights they caused, you had stayed. His sleepless nights would have been pointless if you and Tendou hadn’t been there with a cup of coffee, a kiss, and soft words of encouragement. When he was so burnt out he was tearing at his hair, the words from his textbooks floating before his eyes without being absorbed, the two of you had been there to gather him up in your arms, pulling his fingers from his hair and reminding him that he needed to take care of himself.
Even tonight, when he had finally come in after a twelve hour day with a waspish attitude, you had barely flinched before giving him a small smile while Tendou slung an arm around him, playfully scolding him. You had made him sit down and eat, talking quietly and asking him how his day was before he stumbled down the hall to the bedroom-- only to still lay awake 30 minutes later, too wrapped up in his thoughts to sleep.
Huffing, he scrubbed his hands over his face before kicking the blankets off.
The living room went silent as soon as he walked in, the two of you staring at him warily from the couch, and he knew exactly why. Guilt flushed through him, turning his face red as he scurried over to the couch and curled up beside you, throwing his arm across your waist and burying his face in your neck.
“‘Jirou, what’s wrong?” you asked quietly, half-turning to run your fingers through his hair. “You should be asleep.”
Shirabu could feel your lips pressing against his heated forehead where you had pushed his hair back, burrowing further into your familiar warmth as a wave of exhaustion swept through him at last. Letting out a breath of air he didn’t even know he was holding, he sunk into you, pushing you back into Tendou’s chest.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he muttered, reaching further past you to seek out Tendou’s hand. Cold fingers linked with his, lifting it up until chapped lips touched his skin. “And...I missed you. I haven’t had time to spend with you and I just--”
Warm air puffed against his hand, the lips moving against them as Tendou said, “We’ve missed you too, even if you’ve been more grumpy than not lately.”
Shirabu mumbled under his breath, too quiet for you to hear, before speaking up. “I know. I’m just tired, I don’t mean to be.”
“We know,” you said, turning to give Tendou a frown, which he returned with a playful grin. “You’re doing your best, ‘Jirou. We couldn’t ask for more.”
Not when he was already stretched so thin by classes and sleep. Even with that, he never made you feel like you were a burden, and his clumsy attempts at showing you how much you meant to him were endearing.
Like now, even when he should be asleep, he was suffering trying to make you happy. He always had been better at showing than saying how he felt.
“You need to go to sleep, baby,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair. A half-hearted attempt to guide his head down to your lap was met with resistance as he pulled away from you. You were surprised to see a fierce scowl on his face, something like determination swimming in his eyes.
“I don’t want to sleep,” he insisted, though he swayed where he sat on the couch. His eyes felt heavy and there was a faint throbbing at the base of his skull, both of which he stubbornly refused to acknowledge. “I want--”
He wanted to stay up, he wanted to be able to spend more time with you, he wanted to wake up every day to your lips on his and a whispered declaration of love, he wanted to come home to the smell of Tendou having burnt dinner and your laughter filling his home while you tried to fix it, he wanted--
“Marry me.”
The words tumbled out faster than his sleep addled brain could process. He blinked rapidly, wondering why he had just said that when he didn’t even have rings and this was probably the least romantic proposal in the history of proposals.
You and Tendou had frozen beside him, both staring with wide eyes, probably wondering if you had heard him correctly. It remained silent besides the TV playing in the background as the three of you sat in a stalemate, no one sure what to say. Shirabu was sure Tendou had some joke pinging around in his head, yet even he stayed mute, waiting.
At long last, you lifted your hand and pointed at him, asking weakly, “Wha-- Are you serious?”
That seemed to wake Shirabu up, his cheeks flushing yet again as he looked to the side. “Well, it wasn’t exactly how I wanted to ask but I-- Yeah, I am. Both of you. I know we can’t actually get married but we could still have a ceremony. I don’t want you two to think I’m not serious about this, about you, or-- or us.”
This was a lot harder than Shirabu expected, given he’d had no plan to begin with. Yet when he really thought about it, it wasn’t much of a surprise, given what he’d been thinking earlier when he was laying in bed. There had never been anyone there for him like the two of you, unconditionally supportive or able to “deal” with him, as so many people had put it. He was often the butt of jokes about “needing” two partners to deal with his attitude, and he didn’t have many friends to begin with, so when not just one but both of you turned out to want him, he hadn’t known how to handle it.
Yet so many years down the road, you never asked him for more than he could give but gave everything you had, standing by him through his worst so you could celebrate with him at his best.
“I-- I love you both, even-- even if I don’t always know how to show it,” he muttered, fidgeting with his fingers and the hem of his shorts in turn. He was sure he was going to combust from embarrassment and clammed up, staring at his lap as he realized you had yet to answer him. He didn’t even know what your reactions were because he had refused to look at you up until now.
Tendou burst out laughing after a few moments of silence, only to cut off with a pained grunt a moment later. “You didn’t have to hit me that hard--”
“Would you shut up for once--”
“That hurt--”
Your whispered argument was cut off as Shirabu shifted to face the TV, resting his chin in his hand while he stared blankly at the moving pictures. “You don’t have to answer, if you don’t want to. Or you can just tell me no, I’ll understand.”
“No!”
Your voice mixed with Tendou’s, panic evident before you both whispered a simultaneous curse.
“I mean, no that’s not it,” you tried again, scooting closer so you were nestled against Shirabu’s side. “Are you sure you aren’t just tired? You aren’t gonna wake up tomorrow and regret this, are you?”
“Don’t ask him that, then he will regret it,” Tendou whined, slumping forward against you. He was so tall that he could rest his chin on Shirabu’s head even though he was on your other side, lanky arms enveloping both of you.
But Shirabu shook his head, crooked bangs flying off his forehead with the force. “The only thing I regret is not doing it properly, but I mean it-- I want to, if you do.”
There was another beat of silence, during which he felt his pulse thrum in his ears before he felt you whisper against his cheek.
“Yes.”
Taking your cue, Tendou chuckled quietly. “How could I say no to such a romantic gesture?”
“Satori, you jerk, answer him properly,” you whispered again, lips curling up against Shirabu’s skin.
His fingers curled into his palms, biting into his skin to prove he wasn’t dreaming as Tendou laughed again and said, “Yes, alright? Yes.”
Before Shirabu could react, he found himself smothered beneath you and Tendou, the breath knocked from his lungs by your combined weight. You were squirming between him and Tendou, laughing against his chest and yelling at Tendou to get off, but he refused.
“Nope,” he said simply, and Shirabu could hear his smile from where his face was hidden in his neck.
At last your face peeked out from beneath Tendou’s arm, sharing an exasperated look with Shirabu, but he found he didn’t mind so much.
His racing heart and thoughts had finally settled, and he thought maybe he could go to sleep at last as the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place.
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#shirabu x reader#tendou x reader#shirabu kenjirou x reader#kenjirou shirabu x reader#tendou satori x reader#satori tendou x reader#shirabu x reader x tendou#haikyuu x reader#.proposal series
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Yo sorry if this question takes a while to awnser, but if Cleo and Kiki were NPCs what do you think thief heart events will be like? If you don't want to awnser this that's fine, I'm just curious.
no problem! i actually need a break from my essay anyway i wrote 4 pages and it took me 5 hours/made me stressed, so this is a good way to decompress for me!
kiki’s 2 heart event - standard, boring 2 heart event... enter pelican town on a sunny day anywhere from 9am to 4pm. you see kiki on her way out of pierre’s and her grocery bag breaks. you have 4 options:
ask “are you okay?” and help her (+30 friendship). kiki is embarrassed someone saw her, but says “thank you so much for helping me! that was pretty funny, wasn’t it? i guess i bought too much”
“i didn’t see anything” (no effect on friendship). kiki just laughs it off
ignore her/do nothing (no effect on friendship). kiki goes “...” before telling herself she’s so clumsy and running off
“wow, that was dumb of you.” (-50 friendship) kiki, trying to remain deadpan, responds “yeah, you’re right”
kiki’s 4 heart event - (similar to leah’s 4 heart event) enter kiki’s house when she’s there. for some reason, she doesn’t notice you entered and you hear someone else talking unintelligibly on the landline, but she isn’t responding. after a while, she hangs up without saying anything, notices you, and jumps, asking “have you been here the whole time?” you have 3 options:
lie and say “i just got here” (no effect on friendship). kiki sighs and says “oh, okay. that’s good”
"who was that?” (no effect on friendship). kiki goes “...” and tells you it was just an annoying telemarketer. then she asks if she can help you with anything
"are you okay?” (+20 friendship). kiki tells you she just got an unwanted call from someone she doesn’t want to talk to but doesn’t elaborate. she mentions being worried someone’s going to come over, then realizes you’re still there and laughs it off as a joke, trying to cover it up with a random fact about tulips
kiki’s 6 heart event - (similar to haley’s 6 heart event) enter the cindersap forest from 5pm to 9pm while it’s raining. kiki spots you (“!”) and asks for help, explaining her cat (ghost) ran away because she didn’t properly lock her door and the storm blew it open (this literally happened to me and my cat didn’t come home for 3 days LOL). she explains how important her cat is to her. you have 2 options:
"i’ll help you find him!” (+30 friendship)
“just get another cat?” (-30 friendship)
either way, you can walk around the cindersap forest and click on a bunch of shrubs. the cat will come out of one of them and you bring it back to her. kiki hugs you and says she felt too guilty to ask anyone else for help. she also points out because it was raining you should go back inside before you get sick, so she offers to walk you home
also: fun fact the farmer replaces sebastian in here because this was something i wrote for him, but it feels like a good 6 heart one imo
kiki’s 8 heart event - done here!
kiki’s 10 heart event - (similar to emily and maru’s) you get a letter in the mail from kiki that says something along the lines “come by the forest tonight!” if you enter the cindersap forest from anytime between 7pm to 11pm ONLY during the summer you’ll trigger the event. it turns out she wanted to look at constellations with you and borrowed maru’s telescope. kiki starts talking about how she was figuring out how to make up for you finding her cat but didn’t want to do anything boring. you only have 1 option:
"wait, is this a date?” (no effect on friendship)
kiki gets MEGA embarrassed, explaining she thought it was obvious but isn’t going to be mad if you don’t like her. you now have 3 options:
"wait, i do like you!” (no effect on friendship). kiki goes, “seriously? you mean it? i’m so happy!” and you resume the date. before the cutscene ends, she has you look at some stars and explains the story of altair & vega which originated in china (“have you heard about the story of altair and vega? it’s about a cowherd and a weaver girl who fell in love but were separated by a river which is supposed to be the milky way. it’s sad, but once a year a bunch of magpies form a bridge and they reunite. romantic, right?”)
“i’m sorry, i don’t like you” (no effect on friendship). kiki tells you she understands, explaining you’re just as good of a friend and will be fine
“ew” (-30 on friendship). kiki sighs and tells her she better return maru’s telescope
as for cleo i have no idea if cleo would be a marriageable npc... we’ll see. let’s get to her heart events though (excluding her 10 heart event)
cleo’s 2 heart event - enter cleo’s room whenever she’s in there. cleo asks why you didn’t knock out of annoyance, but gets over it to complain she smells like fish (because she’s a fisherwoman LOL). you have 2 options:
“if you hate the smell of fish so much, why are you a fisherman?” (no effect on friendship). cleo explains she picks up fishing because that’s the 1 condition kiki has if she wants to stay with her free of rent. she complains about her cousin for trying to teach her some work ethic, then goes on to say she can’t wait til she and whatever sam’s band is called gets famous and she can stop fishing
“not my problem” (-30 friendship). cleo gets irritated and tells you “look, i didn’t ask to be a fisherwoman, okay? i hate farming and mining doesn’t make that much money. why are you even in here?”
cleo’s 4 heart event - enter pelican town any time during the day when it’s sunny. you overhear haley berating cleo with a magazine (even though they’re friends), who asks why she never mentioned she modeled. cleo gets annoyed and tells haley to back off because she doesn’t want to talk about it. you have 2 options:
do absolutely nothing (-30 friendship). haley finally walks off; cleo looks at you and goes, “what are you looking at? don’t listen to stuff that isn’t any of your business”
tell haley to stop (+30 friendship). haley sighs and apologizes to cleo for being nosey and leaves. cleo awkwardly thanks you and says something offhand like “i guess you’re cool” before running off
make up an excuse to pull cleo aside like “cleo, i don’t get how to use my fishing rod, can you help?” (+50 friendship). cleo thanks you for not making a huge scene and sighs. she explains haley figured out how used to be a model and wouldn’t stop asking why she quit. she also mentions she knows you probably want to know and claims it’s just “stupid personal garbage” and “the modeling industry is shit”
cleo’s 6 heart event - enter cleo’s room whenever she’s in there again. you find her mumbling to herself out of annoyance before she notices you and greets you. then, she explains she just figured out that everyone in her old band seems to be doing really well and she’s worried they’re going to get a gig for the band SHE started. you have 2 options:
ask “what band?” (no effect on friendship). cleo explains her mom wouldn’t let her go to a gig for the band to punish her, leaving them without a bassist. she says when she snuck out to go, the lead guitarist had immediately replaced her and decided to kick her out of the band, which is why cleo ran away out of humiliation. plus, she thinks their new music sounds like shit
“who cares? you don’t need them!” (+30 friendship). cleo goes silent before telling you you’re SO right and tells you that good-for-nothing guitarist that kicked her out wasn’t even that good of a guitarist!
“maybe you were a bad bassist” (-50 friendship). cleo gets defensive and tells she was a perfectly good bassist. then she sighs and says she wonders if she’s not as good as she thinks she is and should just stick to fishing, before telling you to get out
cleo’s 8 heart event - (similar to sam’s 8 heart event) cleo shows up to your door when you wake up and gives you a flyer for a battle of the bands in zuzu city. the next day, you go to the venue with cleo and she realizes she’s going up against her old band before freaking out. she tells you she doesn’t know what to do because she’s scared she’ll mess up and prove them right. you have 3 options:
"you can do this!” (+50 friendship). cleo tells you that’s cheesy but you’re right. she goes on to say “screw all of them! i don’t care!”
“who cares? show them what they’re missing!” (+50 friendship). cleo gets pumped and agrees with you before saying, “ugh, what was i thinking? i don’t care what any of them think”
"don’t be a baby” (no effect on friendship). cleo goes “ugh” before begrudgingly admitting you’re right
either way, you get to hear them play like in sam’s 8 heart event. it should correspond with whatever music genre you chose for him in his own events. sam’s band also wins and cleo makes fun of her old band. the lead guitarist gets annoyed and tries to fight with her over it. you have 2 options:
“get him cleo!” (no effect on friendship). cleo punches the lead guitarist off the screen the way pierre punches morris at the community center
“ignore him, he’s just a loser” (no effect on friendship). cleo says she guesses taking the higher road is better and doesn’t wanna mess up her hands
regardless of what option you pick, at the end of the cutscene, cleo thanks your farmer for encouraging her not to giving up and how she couldn't have done it w/o your help
okay that’s it! i’m sorry for taking so long to write this, but i hope it was interesting and i promise really appreciate the ask <3 it was fun to write
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12/5/21
I survived a movie day with friends and gf. I was able to eat what I wanted without too much weirdness. I think my strategy worked.
Here's what I did:
-Fasted all morning at work, black coffee only.
-Took 1 serv each adaptogen lean and lipozene before eating.
-Cooked my eggs after work but before leaving for the movie day. And added whatever vegetables I had available for volume.
-Took 1 serv fiber tabs before leaving with water.
-When I arrived, I set up the holiday Brie, which was my donation to the dinner/snacks.
-Had 1 serv cheese, 1 serv pita crackers, small slice of the brie.
-Tried to eat my snacks slowly while watching the movie while enjoying my huge jug of eggnoggin tea. (This was amazing. My jug kept it warm so it was delightful)
-when dinner came I focusing on the 1 serving rule. The only vegetable was a cucumber salad, which was like bread and butter pickles so I had a larger portion of that.
-My only unplanned indulgence was that they left the cheese plate out and I eventually went back for seconds. (This was mindless, cheese was a safe food when I was trying to do keto). But I don't have much cheese as home so it was a nice indulgence and as such, completely normal to return for something you enjoy.
All in all, I survived a potentially stressful social situation. I don't know why, but I don't really want anyone to know until I have lost alot of weight--most of my weight. It messes with my head and sometimes I wonder if my being fat isn't some kind of protective layer. What I studiously want to avoid is conversations about dieting and weight loss because everyone has their own opinions. Moderation! Keto! Weight loss surgery! I just want to stay in the zone until I am super strong in my habits and focus. I really want/need to get to 250, then 230 before anyone notices because somehow, people's comments affect my mentality and whether it was a good comment or a bad one, it causes me to binge or lose track.
Yes, I am taking some diet supplements. The Adaptogen Lean is a stimulant free thing I picked up at Walmart. I started it after finishing my bottle of super citrimax. I don't know if it works, but if I take it, I normally also take the other actions that I need to do for weight loss- aka regular exercise & balanced meals, no binges, etc.
I am also taking Lipozene because it is basically gluccomannan, which is a fiber that expands in your stomach so you get Full faster. Altho I don't always remember to take it, I have had some success with it in the past. So my theory here is work smarter, not harder.
I think the 2 egg with toast meal might be my go-to for awhile. There is something about having eggs for breakfast that is just super satisfying to me. No idea why but it just holds me over quite nicely. And I really want to avoid being out and about and so hungry because that is when bad decisions happen. I also have noticed a difference in hunger cues since I started buying Jack Links meat sticks. They are like 70-80 calories of hunger crushing awesome. I often don't think about eating at all after having one and it is a great grab n go snack.
I did have some cocktails when I got home. I am trying to limit drinks to 1-2x a week so I am focus on exercise, chores, and getting good sleep for work.
So the wins for the week are steady, consistent drops on the scale. Kept my mind in the game. Keeping meals mostly balanced and veggie heavy. I have healthy snacks around. I have been working on cultivating good habits, even tho I am working some extra hours.
If I can just keep my mind in the game and drop 30 pounds quickly I bet I would be feeling so much better. 50 would be better. But I do have need to get rid of my huge gut. I may not ever by conventionally pretty but I want to be prettier. A better shape.
I am also in desperate need of some damn attention. My girl is great but we haven't had sex since the month we started dating. It is breaking my heart and I have never felt so unattractive. I noticed recently that I am no longer even trying to initiate anything anymore, to the point here I am rarely even playing solo. That is so sad, I used to think I was sexy. My ex wife was just on me all the time and I am afraid I was addicted to that. Even with all the other shit going on until that last year, our sex life was amazing. It made me feel confident and pretty and I have all sorts of lingerie that is sitting in tubs, unused. So sad.
I need to be getting back to myself.
Goals
278- 1st quick goal
269- keep that momentum push forward
255- last seen 2014
249- This is when I remember I started feeling amazing during my first weight loss journey
240- This is the number my weight jumped to when I started deskjobs- 20+ years ago.
230- last seen in 2010/2011. Felt very sexy at this weight. Confident.
226- This was the lowest I got in the 2009-2011 weight loss journey. Size 16 jeans.
219- just to get out of the 220's.
210- the weight I was as a sophomore in college
200- just to be there
199- to finally fucking not have a 2 or 3 in my number anymore.
185- the weight I was at after losing 20 pounds when my dad told me I didn't need a whole grapefruit to myself, that i needed to share.
176- My "Fighting Weight"
Current Result:
Weight 12/1: 285
Weight 12/2: 282.8
Weight 12/3: 281.4
Weight 12/4: 280.4
Weight 12/5: 280.0
#getting healthy#healthy lifestyle#losing weight#healthy eating#operation lose this gut#operationlosethisgut#100 pounds to lose#extreme weight loss#cico#weight loss journey#motivation#discipline
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ABOUT YOU | JISUNG
Content: Fluff, Arranged Marriage Au, Angst
Summary: Fate works in wonderous ways and you believe in it, you just didn’t expect it to have the person you’ve been wanting to actually be yours.
Note: not proof read, comment the corrections
Let me start this story off with a little description of my crush, Park Jisung.
Tall, talented, funny, and hellishly handsome. Everyone in the year group has tried to get his attention, become his friend or girlfriend, they wanted to be involved with the particularly lonely boy.
Unfortunately for them, he ignored every single thing they said, he didn’t even give a nod, a smile, or a quiet reply. He just stared straight into the wall or the window as he tapped his fingers to the beat of the music playing on his headphones.
No one knew why he did the things he did but not one of them was planning on stopping. At this point, I reckon people have already made bets on who’s gonna make him talk first.
I did like him like most of the girls in my year group but I didn’t have the guts to do what they do. I couldn’t walk up to him and give him a ‘hi’, I couldn’t even give him a little grin because the moment I see him, my body seems to freeze.
I’m slowly getting over it, I don’t look at him as much nor think about him as much, sometimes he’s way too quiet that I forget he’s in my class. I guess that’s a good thing, right? Liking a guy who hasn’t talked to you for two years straight isn’t that hard to get over.
September 20, 2020 [9:00 am]
“Crap” I muttered, my brows furrowing and my heels dropping to the ground. There was no ladder near me, not even a stool. I tried again, I tip-toed and tried to grasp the red paint bottle but its plastic coverage just slipped against my fingers.
“Come on” I muttered in disbelief, my hands falling to my sides and the little strands of my hair falling against my face. “Thud!” My ears perked and my eyes widened at the sudden sound, the red paint bottle was now in front of me.
I turned my head wondering who helped me and the first person I saw gave me doubts...Jisung. He was just a meter away, his back facing me, his hands in his pockets and his earphones on full blast making me hear little bits of the song he’s playing.
“Did he just....” I started but didn’t continue, realizing that no one would answer my question anyway. I ignored the little incident and turned my body back to face the red paint. I flicked the cap open and squeezed a bit onto my palette.
“Y/n!” My body straightened in shock. “Geez, Soobin you scared me!” I replied to the tall boy beside me and he grinned, his eyes disappearing while his dimples deepened. “I was just going to ask you something” he started, rubbing the nape of his neck.
“Are you friends with Jisung?” The question was indeed out of the blue. “What are you talking—“ I was just about to reply when a deep, low, quiet voice replied for me. “What if we are?”
I turned my head around and his close presence made the hairs on my body stand. His neck just before my eyes, making me tilt my head back to really see him. It was Jisung.
Soobin’s eyes widened at the sudden interaction and even I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. Beomgyu, the class president called Soobin over, so before he could say anything, I was left alone with the mysterious boy.
“Wait...why are you talking to me?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing and my voice faltering. “Your father is the owner of Elite Studies isn’t he?” Jisung asked, pulling his earphones off his ear. “Yeah” I muttered, wondering if he was going to ask for money, especially since my father is pretty known.
“Well, I’ll say it now before you get the news at home”
“What?”
“We’re getting married”
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September 20, 2020 [3:45 pm]
“Mom! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked in disbelief, my parents just sighing at the ruckus I made. “It’s just for a year, show the media you’re together then file a divorce” my father replied, the plea in his eyes making me stressed.
I don’t mind getting married to him, hell, I’d love to but I don’t know him, not a single bit of him and he doesn’t know me! Are we going to start talking at school? Is he going to give me rides? Will he propose? Is he going to hold my hand?
I don’t know and I'm scared that he’s not going to like me.
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September 28, 2020 [11:30 am]
I tightly gripped on my royally white dress, the beautiful silk and lace being something I’ve never found myself in. I took deep breaths calming my pounding heart, the sound of cameras were already filling the magnificent venue and I didn’t know whether that was our paid photographers or the paparazzi.
“You’ll be fine” my dad whispered as I hooked my shaking hands around his arm. I nodded to him but I guess it was more directed to myself, I hope that I’ll be fine.
“Please welcome the bride” I heard someone say and the big double doors of the church opened, I slowly walked in with a smile, trying to convince everyone that everything was alright and I was having fun on my wedding day. The sound of the piano, violin, horns, and cheers entered my ears as I waltzed into the venue. It was gorgeous but what else did I expect from my perfectionist of a mom? “Focus” I hear my father whisper and my body straightened.
Jisung looked magnificent.
You know when you like someone and you start creating scenarios in your head? Well one of them was this and it was actually happening. I was getting married to him. The pounding of my heart worsened but not from nervousness. I was scared that if the butterflies in my stomach flapped their wings even harder I would fly.
I stood in front of him and the music stopped. Calmly taking my shaking hands, I give him a half hearted smile. I hear the priest speak but I can’t even register his words, one second I see my mom crying, the other I already have a ring on my finger and moments after that, his lips were against mine.
October 2 2020 [7:47 am]
“How’s it feel to be married to me?” Jisung asks with a grin, taking a sip of his coffee. We were at a famous coffee shop in the business district and we were well aware of the paparazzi inside and outside the store. I roll my eyes at him, looking out the window, giving a sneaky glance at the photographer inside her car, acting as if she was checking her camera's gallery.
“In all seriousness though, how is it?” Jisung asks and I turn my head to face him. I didn’t know if I should reply with a joke or with a normal phrase but I had to answer one way or another. “It’s...” I hesitate, not wanting to say the wrong word. “It’s interesting”
“How so?” He asks, his eyes connecting with mine. “Well, it's not everyday you get to marry someone you genuinely like” I replied feeling a little brave and I watched as his eyes widened. “You liked me and you didn’t even talk to me?” He said in disbelief and I chuckled nervously at him. “Well you already had like....millions of girls talking to you, what would I be compared to them?” I uttered out and he shook his head with a little grin, one that made my heart flutter.
“I swear Y/n, you should really start telling what you feel, I can’t believe I spent 2 years wondering if you liked me back”
"Stop tripping" I roll my eyes. After the time I've spent with him, I learned that he was one hell of a funny lad and what I liked most about that was how he laughed. The sound of it echoing through my ears before I sleep giving me the best dreams.
“But I’m not” Jisung replied, his eyes not leaving mine. I chuckle, looking away, taking a sip of my drink.
October 5 2020 [6:03 pm]
Today, we had to put on a show. A public dinner with the Park family could go either extremely smoothly or horribly but it was part of the deal.
“Ah welcome!” Mr. Park greeted us as we entered the venue. Mr. Park was still sitting on his chair because only his black crane kept him standing. He wasn’t that old but he was weakening, sometimes I’d see Jisung holding him up, even on the wedding day, I watched as he sat still on his chair, chatting away, only having his wife fetch food for him.
He couldn’t stand, so I walked towards him and gave him a smile. Greeting him out of respect.
Here’s the thing, the place was wrapped in velvet and gold. It was a ‘private’ room away from the other customers but its wall was made of glass. Once the people from outside look up the second floor of the fancy restaurant, they’d see us but that’s exactly the point.
I immediately gave a light hug to Mrs. Park and walked towards Jisung. As if it was natural, he stood up and wrapped me in his arms, leaving a peck on my forehead. I let him finish his act then I sat on the fancy chair beside him.
“Go and order whatever you want” His dad welcomed us, so I gladly took the menu and as I read through the thick black and gold fonted paper, I felt Jisung’s hands go over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.
“What do you want?” I asked pertaining to the menu and warily sending a look to my parents just to see them chatting away. “I want you” he leaned into my ear as he whispered that and I glared at him. Well correction...I tried to glare at him.
“You’re stupid” I whisper and I felt him reply with a little peck on my head. “Stupid for you babe” I cringed at the name. “Don’t call me babe” I complained and he smiled. “What do you want me to call you?” he asked and I thought about it. Might as well get a special name for each other since we're doing this for a year.
“How about…...love?” I questioned, raising my brow at him. “I like that...love” he replied and I chuckled. Suddenly I felt eyes staring at me so I looked at Jisung just to see him going through the menu, his arm still wrapped around my shoulder.
So I looked up front and I found my parents and his parents staring at us with a smile. “Maybe it isn’t so fake after all” his mother whispered to my mom but I heard and...I felt chills running down my spine.
October 17 2020 [1:07 pm]
You were having lunch at his home, this being something you’re now used to. It was quiet and calm, your parents discussing about making a joint building and adding more staff meanwhile you were there reading a book as you shoved the pasta down your throat.
You hear Jisung laugh so you turn your head to side to see what he was laughing at, turns out it was you. “What are you looking at?” you scrunch your nose and he chuckled a little louder. The boy leaned closer and placed his lips on your ear, it was something you were used to at this point.
“That’s not the only thing you can shove down your throat, love” he whispered and your eyes widened. “Jisung!” you squealed making both your parents stop and give you guys a look. “It’s nothing” Jisung laughed so they disregarded it and continued their conversation.
November 10 2020 [10:06 am]
Today we were visiting Jisung’s family to say a little goodbye to them since they were going on a holiday trip in Greece. I wasn’t really in the mood since I was enjoying binge-watching this show called “I-land” but my mom had to interrupt and stop me.
“Where’s Jisung?” I asked Mrs. Park and she pointed towards his room. “Ah” I nodded and walked towards the white double doors of his batcave. I calmly walked towards it, making no sound and no fuss but I heard something that made me halt.
I heard sniffles, loud ones and a sad groan that made my heart beat fasten. ‘Was he crying?’ I thought to myself and I hesitated. Do I still walk in? Or should I wait for him to calm down? Maybe he’s just watching a video with someone crying? to say it simply. I didn’t know what to do.
So I decided to just talk to him anyway.
I knock on the door then hear him shuffling, the sniffles come to a halt and the tension inside the room emitted outside his door then seconds later, it clicked open.
-Narrator’s POV-
You noticed the way he wiped the dried tears on his skin and how he splashed water on his face to make him look livier. The redness of his cheeks and eyes still said otherwise so without a word you open your arms and wrap it around his torso.
The boy softens against your touch.
You get inside the room and shut the door, guiding the shaking boy to the bed. “What’s wrong?” you asked and he shook his head. “Please tell me”
“I can’t handle seeing you in pain” you feel sadness bubbling up your body and you feel him melting in your arms deeper, if he softened even more you’d fuse into one another. The boy sobbed into your neck, the tears dripping down your skin, painfully slow.
Still, he didn’t speak.
“You’ll be okay my love” the words rolled off your tongue easily like you were meant to say it. “Now, can you tell me what’s wrong?” you ask and you feel him nod into your neck. “I…” he starts. “I have to take my father’s place as the CEO…’cause he’s ill...he’s dying”
The world seemed to stop at that moment, he feels your body turn tense and worried. “My goodness” you mutter and he cries harder. You shut your eyes, sighing in frustration but still trying to keep calm for him.
“Fuck it” you mutter, gently cupping his face, raising it, making your eyes meet. The tears rolling out his eyes landed on your hands but you didn’t mind. You didn’t break eye-contact, you stayed there and drowned yourself in his tears.
“Jisung….I know you and you’re strong, I’m here for you...I love you”
You feel his jaw clench and the tips of his lips lifting, you expect him to say something as his mouth parts but instead he pushes your hand off and kisses you.
And you kissed him back.
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As I said I will update that fairly quick...I did edit this chapter probably 30 times so i do apologize.
Fic Title: Somewhere in Time (Chapter 2)
Previous Chapters: 1
Fandom: The Witcher (Aen Elle)
Pairing: Caranthir/F/OC
Warning: Canon typical violence for this chapter
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Aine watched as the man walked out of the room and her body sank all the way down on the floor, her back painfully dragging against the stone wall behind. Her breathing became laboured even if there was nothing obstructing it, she was gasping as if she was drowning. Somehow even the events from today did not seem as terrifying as that encounter. She didn’t dare blink as every time she closed her eyes, even for a second, she could see his face imprinted in her mind. He had not hurt her, not the same way he did in the woods, but the way he had looked at her, as if she was an animal to be sold was even worse in a way. She had to get out of here, one way or another she had to leave.
Just then the door opened and Aine could feel her heart stop, did he change his mind? He forgot he actually meant to kill her and now was coming to finish the job? Fortunately it was just a human servant who brought food, wash basin and clothes. Aine tried to get on her feet but her muscles just refused to listen, her legs barely moved and she fell again, shaking and terrified.
“Wait!” she shouted after the human as loud as she could but the woman just turned around and gave her an annoyed look and then closed the door as she walked out. Aine wasn’t surprised, nothing new in the look she received really, hoping a human would feel any kinship to her was optimistic at best.
She forced herself through the pain and fear and ran toward the door, but the moment she grabbed the handle she couldn’t push it down. No matter how hard she tried even hanging her full weight from it nothing happened it was like the thing was nailed together. She sat on the cold stone next to the door wanting to cry but she couldn’t even force herself to do that anymore.
The events from today just couldn’t stop running through her head. What did she do to get herself into that? Why her? From all the creatures on this earth why hear? She was a...nobody and bothered nobody. Then her mind went to him...he terrified her. The way he looked at her, the cold eyes, his voice, his touch...
She must have fallen asleep without realizing, fear and stress could do that. When she woke up it was already dark. Aine was grateful for a dreamless sleep, maybe she was so exhausted that her brain couldn’t even recreate anything worse than what had happened, but it could have been worse, way worse and she knew that. She pushed herself up, her body screaming in new unknown pains due to the uncomfortable position she had fallen asleep in. She saw a match on the table and lit the candles around the room. The space was bigger than any bedroom she ever had, probably bigger than some rooms in her father’s mansion but considering she was in the castle in Tir na Lia she assumed that was just how things were.
She lit the final candle that was placed on the vanity just across from the bed. Aine could barely recognize the face that looked at her from there, dirt and blood was smudged over her skin, her hair was a mess and her whole neck had turned purple and blue with bruises. She could see the marks of his gauntlet printed clearly on her skin.
Aine turned her back at the mirror not willing to look at her broken reflection. Her eyes fell on the washbasin and the clean clothes neatly placed on one of the chairs. Crippling, she found her way there and started taking her clothes off. Everything hurt, and there were more bruises and friction burns on her arms and legs, touching her back revealed it wasn’t significantly better. She started cleaning the dirt and blood gently but at some point that became frantic scrubbing as if trying to just erase memories from her skin. Once she was as clean as it was possible she put the clean clothes - riding pants, fitted shirt and a sleeveless vest to go on top of all that. It wasn’t what she would wear but it was all nice and comfortable. Fine leather and fabrics, ironically they fit well as if made for her.
She sat on the bed and started thinking. Aine couldn’t open the door and the window was way too high. Also what was that thing he said about her being a mage? That was a game he was playing to throw her off, but why? Wouldn’t she know if she had any power? All her life everything she ever wanted was to be left in peace and for the most part she had managed to do that until now. She needed to leave, preferably alive and not hurt further than she already had been.
Caranthir watched as Imlerith fed the dog food scraps under the table. His mind however was somewhere else, his food and drink were untouched for hours now and he had not spoken a single word. His mind just couldn’t stop thinking about her. He knew the feeling of attraction, he had felt it before and it ended in pain. It was silly to call it attraction now however...to what? Curiosity, she was a puzzle and he wanted to solve it. Pretty little puzzle he can play with and then...he had no idea what then.
“You are Aen Saevherne. I need you to take Crevan’s place in court.” he didn’t even notice when Eredin had walked in or even sat on the chair across.
Caranthir didn’t respond. His mind was too occupied with other things, Eredin would get what Eredin wanted so why even ask him? But he wasn’t asking, was he? It was a statement.
“That is a terrible idea.” He didn’t say no, nobody told no to Eredin and even he wasn’t sure how far he could push the man. The king was his friend, or at least Caranthir considered him as such, he was also his mentor in a sense, he wouldn’t be where he was if it wasn’t for Eredin, in every meaning of that word. “Your nobles won’t be happy.” The king shrugged and that was the end of the discussion. He hated court, but he was going to do it for his king.
Tir na Lia was fragile after Auberon’s death. Eredin had the power, but there were still some who disapproved. Some who thought they could do better than him. Imlerith and Caranthir had both advised for their heads to be taken off and solve that problem, but somewhere Ge’els managed to win the argument against.
“How is your mare doing?” Imlerith asked with a smile.
“I need a new crop.” the king said after he drank from his glass. “Which reminds me...I heard an interesting rumor.” Eredin’s eyes stopped on Cranthir. “You got yourself a trophy from your little escaped humans hunt.”
Caranthir raised an eyebrow. He didn’t want to talk about it. He also did not want to think about it, but it was all that was in his head. The storm of feelings that was just destroying almost every rational thought he could hold right now.
“I will tell you everything about it.” Imlerith was grinning at him. “Pretty face, he must have found it especially pretty because he stopped me from nailing her in the ground.” he laughed so loud Carathir winced. Eredin looked as curious as if someone had just told him he can conquer other worlds.
“It’s not about that.” Caranthir got up, he was not in the mood. “She is half human and she can use magic, that could be dangerous.”
Imlerith and Eredin exchanged looks and they both smiled, he guessed he should be grateful it wasn’t full blow laugh.
“Did I just hear your frozen heart beat, Caranthir?.” Eredin pushed further. They all did that, making fun of each, but he just wasn’t in the mood for it now.
“I’m going to sleep.” Caranthir got up, his drink still not touched. It wasn’t their mockery that bothered him, he was used to it, he had done worse to them and he knew he could receive worse. He didn’t need his emotions to betray him.
In his bed he laid awake for hours. He was trying to arrange his thoughts in a way that was not just floating aimlessly, but more he tried the harder it became.
The logical part of his brain, partially, recognized the problem. The minor physical similarities had made him think about a different person. But this part of his brain could not provide an explanation why he still felt unable to just make a decision about the girl’s future.
His thoughts went to her face, the memory of her, picking the traces from both races. He wondered about the eyes. Was that a defect that happened from mixing the races or it was carried in the family? Was she more like him - just an accident marking or something inherited. But it wasn’t really a defect, was it? His face was a grotesque abomination, while hers was perfect in its imperfection. Maybe that was what got him. In a sense she was like him, just a play of nature, but unlike him, she turned out better.
There was more to that. He could imagine someone half elf half human not having place anywhere. Humans probably despised her because everyone treated her better than them, but knowing his fellow Aen Elle he could imagine they did not accept her either. Explained why they found her where they did. That also reminded him of his own faith. Sure, nobody ever looked down on him, but he was just Avallac’h’s experiment. If it wasn’t for his powers he wouldn’t belong anywhere.
Aine spent the night awake, too afraid to even roll in the bed. Her mind was going to the worse possible scenarios of what would happen to her next. She jumped as she heard the door opening, fearful of what was coming. The man from yesterday walked in again but next to him was a servant girl. The girl looked down, she was terrified, but Aine couldn’t decide if it was of him, or just that was the way she was. Humans had a reason to be scared of the Aen Elle, so in a way she sympathized. The servant left a tray on the table and stopped in front of the man. He waved her off with annoyance. Aine had never seen someone being so happy to leave a room.
It was the two of them now, she was sitting on the bed, her hands digging in the sheets hoping a hole would open and swallow her in the ground. He was just standing by the door, his relaxed posture sharp contrast to hers. He had a book in his hand which she found odd, but kept her thoughts to herself.
Caranthir watched her just being frozen with fear. He was impressed that despite the stress she was under she did not manifest her power even for a moment, more to his little pizzle to solve. He liked challenges. The clothes the servants had brought her yesterday fit perfectly and he caught himself staring for way too long instead of doing what he was supposed to do.
“Food is there.” he pointed at the table, but she looked at him with alarm and confusion. “If I want to kill you, poison is not going to be the way.”
“There are worse things than death.” she jumped off the bed and walked toward the table picking the path that was as far as possible from him. She was right of course, knowing what he was capable of, poison should be the one she hoped for. Carathir just observed. She was limping, he could see she had a hard time bending her knees. Imlerith swiping the floor with her must have done it. His teeth grinded against each other and his jaw clenched at the sight. She slowly sat on the chair, her eyes still fixed on him as if expecting him to attack her any moment.
Caranthir stepped toward the other chair she was still watching him but to her credit she did not run. He sat, the two of them just looking at each other. One thing he had to admit she was not avoiding to look at his face, or whatever she could see from it. Her eyes just reflect fear which could be for a number of reasons including the way he looked. He ran a finger through the strands of hair that usually covered the worst damage - still covered, hidden as much as possible. He liked to pretend he did not care about what people thought when they looked at him, but he always did. For some silly reason, especially now.
“What is your name?” he was going to start small. He also reached for the food just to show her he was not trying to kill her. Caranthir had made his mind that he won’t harm her, unless provoked. He hoped he could keep with that.
“Aine.” she responded quietly as if giving him the name would hurt her in some way. It meant light. Caranthir found something oddly amusing in that considering everything he and Imlerith managed to drag her through yesterday and somehow he still saw beauty.
“Do you have family?” she didn’t respond. “This is going to be way easier for you if you answer my questions.” he knew he sounded threatening but he didn’t really mean it like that. He was curious.
“My father is an elf, my mother is a human. She was a servant in his house.” Caranthir smiled, servant was a nice way to say slave, which most humans here were.
“Where are they now?” Through the years he had learned who his parents were, but he had decided he wanted nothing to do with them. Why should he? Both of them had agreed to be Avallac’h’s test rats and to leave their son. He was the only one who never wanted to be involved in that and there he was. Probably the same could be said about her. Half elven half human child, that couldn’t have been an easy life but nobody had asked her if she wanted to be alive or not. Just like him they were both victims of their parent’s stupidity, different types of stupidity of course, but painful nonetheless.
“I don’t know.” She was lying to him. The way her eyes shifted, the sound of her voice trembling. He let her have that one small victory and he would figure it out later.
“My name is Caranthir Ar-Feiniel.” They were going to spend some time together and might as well be polite. He didn’t get a reaction as he spoke his name. He usually did, people were impressed or scared, her level of fear did not move from what it has been so far, he could have told her he is the castle baker. He couldn’t decide if he was offended or even more amused.
“Would you let me go, Caranthir Ar-Feiniel?” there was innocence and naivety in her voice, but it was honest. Caranthir knew the answer was no, it wasn’t responding that made him think. The complete untainted innocence in her words and the way she spoke surprised him. Reminded him of something he had lost years ago or maybe something he never had, just imagined he did.
Aine’s heart was beating so fast she thought she would just drop dead any moment from the anxiety. She knew the answer of her question, but what choice did she have? Fighting him was impossible, even if in some unimaginable way she could go past him, what then? There were guards probably every ten feet in the castle. Fall on her knees and beg him? Her pride meant very little to her right now compared to her life, but what would be the point if that would get her nowhere. No, if she wanted out she had to be smart about it, and hope that she managed to stay in one piece until she figured it out.
“That is for you.” he didn’t answer the question, he didn’t have to. Caranthir placed the book he was carrying on the table. Slowly she reached for it and took it. It wasn’t thick, the cover was fine white leather. She slowly opened the book almost suspicious of his intentions.
“Foundations of Magic.” she read the tile. “ By Crevan Espane aep Caomhan Macha”
“Dull writing can bore you for sure, but it will help you understand how to use the power within you.” he got up, but didn’t walk away just looking at her as if he had something else to say or was just...studying her. Aine looked down at the book again trying to avoid the intensity of his cold eyes. “Tomorrow, based on all you have learned you will move that.” as he finally spoke he pulled one of the rings from his hand and placed it on the table. “Using magic.”
She looked at the ring and she looked back at him again. Why was he so determined? What was his obsession? She couldn’t use magic and no amount of books was going to change that. She could probably read the whole Tir na Lia library and that won’t change the fact she couldn’t use magic.
“What if I cannot do it?” Caranthir ignored her question and started walking toward the door. “And what if I can do it?” she tried to change the question just to determine which option would be more...painful. His face or actions did not betray anything. He just opened the door, but stopped right before walking out.
“I will see you tomorrow my little canary.” he stepped out and Aine just stared at the door. She knew she couldn’t open the damned thing so why even bother getting up if that was also going to cause more pain than it was worth it.
“Canary” she repeated out loud. It was suitable in the most petrifying way.
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High Hopes
Chapter 1: The Highway
Synopsis: Dove Sawyer was more than happy going to her job, coming home, and maybe being able to talk to her sister if she was real lucky. None of that matters when the dead start to walk and she ended up in the woods with her older sister's family and a bunch of strangers. It's almost always been the two sisters but she never thought it would be so literal. Dove is sure in for a surprise when someone in the group starts to look after her family almost as much as she does.
Word: 1801
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The young woman sat in the backseat of the Jeep Cherokee. She wished she'd had time to get her own car before her sister had panicked and basically dragged her out of the house with a half-packed suitcase, a few things already in her purse, and the clothes on her back. Ed was not happy about it and she could, for once, agree with him on that. It was a miracle they were both still alive 2 hours into a motionless traffic jam.
"Shouldn't they be saying something about this on the radio? What the hell is going on? Think you can change the station?" Dove finally spoke up for the first time in a half hour. The uncomfortable silence was broken by even more uncomfortable discussion. She could see the radio on but there was no noise coming from it since the emergency alert had stopped. She'd tried to be as delicate as she could with Sophia in the seat right next to her. Too bad her own father couldn't be so kind.
"Don't know. Guess a degree doesn't teach you everything." Ed snapped from the front seat and she noticed her sister tense up next to him.
"Jesus Christ, Ed. I was just asking you a question," Dove let out a heavy sigh as she pushed her door open.
"Where are you going," Carol's voice sounded slightly higher pitched than the last time she'd said anything.
"I'm just going to see if anyone else might know something. Maybe someone has a CB or heard from someone in the city. I'll be back. If I'm not back in a half hour, send a search party," she joked as she ruffled her niece's hair, not missing another snide comment about her being an uppity bitch from the man in the driver's seat. She hated leaving her family alone with Ed but right now she didn't really have a choice.
She felt like something was going on that someone else might know about and it was killing her not knowing. At least if no one else knew what was going on, she might be able to find someone actually intelligent to talk to. Anything was better than spending another minute inside the stuffy car in the Atlanta spring.
Part of her wished that she'd had time to change too. Damn Carol, she thought to herself as she pulled the fabric of her jean shorts back to their place an inch above her knee. Dove grabbed her sunglasses off the seat and slammed the car door shut as she started to meander her way down the freeway.
It wasn't weird to see an Interstate crowded or at a near standstill, but that was usually at rush hour with people going home or to work. Something about the way it was right now was eerie. It wasn't a feeling that was strange to her by any means, working in mental health will do that to you. Dove paused at the car up and over one from Carol's.
Her eyes lingered at the pistol on the man's hip before shifting upwards to his shirt. "Hey, officer. Any idea what's going on here?" She frowned slightly as she took a step forward, the man turned slightly to look over at her. A dark haired woman was sitting on the trunk of the car, a boy no older than Sophia perched up there next to her. The poor kid looked pale and stressed out. His mother didn't look much better.
"No clue. Maybe they're screening people on their way into the refugee center? Only thing that makes sense." The man looked concerned as he ran a hand through his hair. He seemed nervous. Dove nodded slowly and shifted her weight to her other foot.
"I hope you're right." She ran a hand across her forehead to wipe away the sweat. "I'm Dove, by the way. Dove Sawyer. Back there's my sister, Carol. She's got a little girl about your boy's age. Sure she wouldn't mind the company. Plus we might have some extra water in there if you're thirsty, bud." She smiled comfortingly in the direction of the little boy.
"Mom..." The little boy looked up at his mom. The poor thing looked so stressed out. She couldn't help but wonder what they'd been through before they decided to go to the refugee camp.
"We'll have to see, Carl." The dark-haired woman ruffled his hair before she kissed his forehead. "Thank you." Dove didn't miss the look she shot to the officer.
"Well, I'm Shane. That over there is Lori and the little man is Carl," Shane held his hand out and Dove shook it.
"Nice to meet you. I'm planning on trekking up ahead. Seeing if anyone's heard anything. People might have family in the city, you know? I'll probably circle back within the hour though. I'll be sure to let you know if I find anything out," she wished she could be a little more comforting especially with a little kid being involved. They did seem grateful for any information though. There was no doubt in her mind that the cop would try to figure something out just like she was.
With a quick wave, she bid Shane goodbye and started back off down the highway.
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She'd definitely been gone longer than she told her sister and she'd gotten a quiet sort of hell for it when she got back to the car. Carol didn't want Ed to hear that she'd been worried about her. "Do you have idea how worried Sophia was?" Carol said through gritted teeth as the two women stood a few feet from the car. Dove frowned and shifted her gaze from the car to the ground. She was happy, at least, that Sophia seemed happy and distracted by Carl and his mother having joined them shortly after Dove had departed.
"Sorry, guess I just lost track of time," Dove couldn't shake the eerie feeling that still crept up her spine. The sun was had started to go down. "I didn't hear anything. From anyone else, I mean. Everyone's clueless. Something isn't right, Carol. People looked sick..." She trailed off as her brother-in-law glared in their direction. It was clear this conversation was over before Carol even took a step towards her husband.
Dove let out a heavy sigh. "Hey jellybean," she almost whispered as she walked up behind Sophia and ruffled her hair. Dove sat there with them for a while, Lori was pretty easy to talk to. She reminded Dove a little bit of Carol in that she could see the other woman was fiercely protective of her son just like Carol was with Sophia. "Shane hear anything?" She squinted her hazel eyes at the older woman who shook her head.
"No, they just keep playing the emergency alert over and over again now. Same one too. No updates or anything," Lori frowned as she leaned up against the car behind her son.
"Is that normal?"
"No it's not," Shane interrupted as he strolled up from the direction of his own car. Dove pursed her lips, any response lost as Shane pulled Lori away from the car. "We'll be back. I just want to go check something out."
Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. Dove's stomach twisted into a knot. She made a split second decision to pull the laces on her boots tighter before jumping off the trunk. "Where are you going now," Carol called after her as Dove started down the highway again. She needed to know what was going on. She had to.
Lori and Shane had disappeared behind the crowd of people that had started to fight on the highway before she even got within eyesight of them. "Hey!" Dove shouted as she came up closer to the fight. She stood up to her full height as she tried to get the attention of the group of men fighting. It happened fast, Dove had taken a step too close to the fight.
Next thing she knew was on the ground, her cheek throbbed where the stray punch had hit her. Dove pulled herself to her feet, a stream of curses ready to come out of her mouth when the bombs dropped. The sky lit up and buildings in the distance started to go down. There was no way this was happening.
A scream cut through the silence on the highway, followed by another. Cars were started up again, more fights were breaking out. Dove turned and started to run back to Carol's car. They had to go and they had to go now.
She caught a glimpse of something in a car she'd passed. The person who'd looked sick was leaned over the person in the driver's seat, their teeth digging into the neck of their partner as blood covered their face. The blood drained from her face and a feeling of intense panic made her blood run ice cold.
The rest of the run back to the car was so fast, she could've sworn she teleported. Lori and Shane were already back trying to wrangle everyone up. "Get in the car, Ed," was the first thing that Dove said as she ran right past the door to the backseat and attempted the trunk closed as Ed was looking through his things. Probably making sure the little boy hadn't taken any of his food.
The anger was evident in his eyes but she was powered by nothing but fear right now and that was a powerful thing. "You trying to tell me what to do, huh?" Ed was too close. She tensed up, ready to throw a punch if she had to when Shane called out over the chaos.
"Just get in the car, man. Shit's going down, bad!" There was something in the other man's voice that actually made the other man listen. He didn't look too happy about it but when a cop sounds scared, it's safe to say you should probably listen.
Dove practically jumped into the backseat and slammed the door behind her. Sophia scooted closer to her in the backseat and wrapped her arms around her aunt. "What's happening?"
Carol glanced back at them, a worried look on her face. Dove started to feel the pain on the side of her face as she stroked Sophia's hair, her hazel eyes locked with Carol's blue ones. "I don't know but don't you worry. You're gonna be just fine."
They'd ended up following Shane, there was no wonder about that in her mind. The line of cars following behind them made her feel a little bit safer too. People made it out but she had a feeling in her gut that there was no way this would be over soon. Life was going to be very different and she hoped she wasn't lying to Sophia when she said she would be fine.
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strawberry girl pt 1
taehyung x reader; college au; childhood best friends to lovers au; jock!fratboy taehyung
genre: fluff; major angst lol
word count: 8k
summary: i can pretend i don’t miss you. i can pretend i don’t care. all i want to do is kiss you. what a shame you’re not here.
Part 2 here ; part 3 here; part 4 here; part 5
playlist vibes
better | khalid
electric love | børns
saturday nights | khalid
the less i know the better | tame impala
summertime sadness | lana del ray
“Hana, what the fuck are you doing?” You said to your roommate. You just had walked into your room and saw there was an enormous mountain of clothing blocking the entrance of the room door. Clutching the box containing your freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, you carefully maneuvered your way to your bed. You stared at your roommate as she stood in front of her mirror. It had been a long day and you just wanted to eat the cookies you made while watching a social justice documentary, your go to form of stress relief.
She turned to you, revealing her exasperated face “Okay I studied literally all day today and basically ignored Jungkook and his billion texts because I was trying to focus and now he’s mad at me so I’m going over to his dorm to hang out. And I’m trying to figure out what to wear! Like should I wear a skirt or sweatpants or...?” She put the pink skirt she was holding up to her body down and picked up a comb from her desk.
You bit into a cookie and stared at her trying to tame her curly black hair with a brush, “Aren’t you and jungkook just hooking up? Why are you going to comfort him if you aren’t in a relationship?”
Hana immediately became defensive, crossing her arms over her chest “We are friends too okay! I can go and comfort him as friends ______.”
You rolled your eyes and said sarcastically, “Sure Hana because that’s what friends do. Go over to each other’s rooms at midnight to ‘comfort’ each other”
Waving the silver comb in her hand at you, Hana exclaimed, “Shut up! Support me and my stupid choices. I support your choice of being a prude”
“Hey! I’m not a prude....” you said trailing off suddenly regretting calling out Hana on her behavior.
“Yea ______ you’ve never even kissed a boy.”
You gave your prepared answer about your lack of romantic life that you’ve been telling people since junior year of highschool “It’s cause I’m trying to focus on school and not get involved with anyone.”
“Keep telling yourself that excuse. It’s perfectly normal to manage other things other than school work”, Hana said as she shoved her huge pile of clothing that was lying on the ground into her closet.
You shut your biology book that was in front of you and stated, “Okay fine how about the excuse that all men are trash?”
“I honestly believe that one 1000 times more” she held up a black skater skirt to herself and said “I’m just going to go with this”
Hana quickly changed, grabbed her purse, and said “bye! I’ll see you...later?”
You laughed and called after her “I’ll see you tomorrow. Make smart choices!”
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You woke up early to revise before your biology class at 9:30. After going through the Krebs cycle one last time, you quickly rushed to get ready pulling on a pair of loose jeans and a sweater. You slipped on your sneakers and rushed out the door making it just in time to be ten minutes early for biology class. You were clutching your notes mumbling through the processes “pyruvate becomes acetyl coenzyme A then...” Today is going to be a long day, you realized that there was so much more cellular respiration you still needed to learn. Should I bake brownies tonight or should I finish watching 13th? You were so absorbed in your notes and thoughts that you barely noticed someone calling your name. You looked up confused. You didn’t have too many friends on campus so you weren’t sure who could be calling your name. Then you noticed him. Fuck You felt your heart skip a beat why does this still happen even two years later?
“______!” He came up to you smiling and waving.
“Hey Taehyung “ you mumbled, annoyed that he was coming over to say hello. He looked so good, as always. He was wearing slacks with a sweater with a brown messenger bag to his side. He recently got his black hair permed and it looked so good. You wanted to rake your hands through his hair and feel the soft curls. You shook your head, no you're over him. You don’t like Kim Taehyung anymore
“How’s it going? I haven’t seen you in awhile” He said with his huge boxy smile, adjusting his bag strap.
You and Taehyung occasionally run into each other between classes and such but you guys never hung out. After what had happened in highschool, you realized you and Taehyung were in two different social groups and were destined to just be friends. He was a soccer player in a frat who wanted to have fun and you were a pre-med student focused on getting good grades so there really wasn’t much intersection in your two lives.
“Um good ya know just heading to biology class.” You chuckled nervously, are you always this awkward or is it just Taehyung making you feel on edge?
“Ah yes. Classic ______ always studying”
“Yea well school is important. So um...” you were racking your brain trying to say something despite your mind going absolutely blank the second you saw his flawlessly sculpted face, “.....how is soccer going?”
His eyes lit up, “It’s good! I’m training a lot so that takes up a lot of time. But everyone on the team is really nice, so it’s good.”
“I’m glad.” You glanced at your phone desperate to get out of the terribly awkward conversation “Well I have to go class, but it was nice seeing you” you started to walk off in the direction of your class but Taehyung pulled you back towards him
“Wait ______”
“What?” You said an annoyed tone. You needed to get to class and Taehyung was just bothering you with small talk.
He looked almost nervous. He gave a small smile and said “I was wondering if you wanted to do something this weekend.”
You glanced around yourself just to make sure Taehyung was talking to you.
“You want to do something with me? This weekend?” You asked, astonished.
He glanced at the ground and then back at you. You noticed he was still holding your arm and he quickly dropped it.
“Yea I want to hang out with you. Is that okay?” He said shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Um yea. I guess. Just text me later” you said in a rushed tone, then trudged off to your class.
Wow that was fucking weird.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tae: hey! so are you free this saturday to do something?
Fuck I can’t believe he actually texted me. It had been 2 years since you’ve hung out with him. Why was he texting you now asking to spend time? You contemplated just saying no so you didn’t have to deal with Taehyung but you figured it might be more efficient to just hang out with him once so he could leave you alone.
You: yep that works. what do you have in mind?
Tae: do you want to go into town?
You: yea that sounds good.
Tae: great i'll pick you up at 2 🍓 girl :)
You internally vomited at the nickname. You didn’t want to hang out with Taehyung. You were perfectly fine being friends/borderline acquaintances with Taehyung. You threw your phone on your bed and groaned loudly.
At that moment your roommate entered the room and said “Wow hello to you too.”
“I hate my life,” you exclaimed dramatically as you shoved your face into your fluffy white pillow.
“That’s a mood. But what happened?” she said laughing and sitting on her bed across from you.
“Uh so like, have I mentioned I’m kinda friends with Taehyung?” You said peeking out of your pillow.
Hana squealed “Shut up! You’re friends with the Kim Taehyung?”
“Uh kinda. We grew up together and like we were best friends but then like we drifted apart. We are just okay friends now,” You said as nonchalantly as you could.
Hana stretched out onto her bed and turned her head to you “Wow you never told me that. I can’t believe you knew Kim Taehyung”
You pulled the pillow under your arms so you could lay on it “Yea so I ran into him today and he asked to hangout this weekend and he just texted me to confirm plans and I feel like throwing up.”
Hana raised her eyebrow “What? Why? This is great news. I’m with Jungkook and now you can be with Taehyung! It’s perfect omg”
You threw your fluffy pillow at Hana, hoping it would knock some sense into her, “First of all you are hooking up Jungkook. He’s not your boyfriend. Second of all, I’m not ever going to date Kim Taehyung.”
She caught the pillow before it could hit her face, “Eww. As if I would ever date Jungkook” she laughed and tossed the pillow back to you, “But that’s honestly a smart move. Taehyung has got a lot of baggage.”
You looked up at your roommate confused, “What are you talking about?”
“Uh Taehyung is kinda the biggest fuckboi on campus. We’ve only been freshmen for like 4 months and he’s fucked almost like half of campus.
Your jaw dropped. You didn’t know Taehyung was a fuckboi. Granted you really didn’t know anything that wasn’t school related but like Taehyung? Your Taehyung? The one with the innocent doe eyes and giggly smile?
“No fucking way. You’re lying”
“Honey, Jungkook is his best friend. I know.”
You stared at your pillow. Well Taehyung was a really handsome guy. What else could you expect? You luckily didn’t feel heart broken
Not that your heart could be broken any further.
“Well good for him. I guess. As long as he isn’t being an asshole and manipulating girls and their feelings just so he can fuck them.”
“You can ask him this weekend on your dateee” Hana said teasingly.
“It’s definitely not a date. I’m sure he just wants something” you said rolling your eyes as you got up and grabbed your baking basket.
“Where are you going?” Hana questioned.
“I need to make some strawberry cupcakes” you stated as you grabbed some strawberries from your fridge. Strawberry desserts were your comfort food.
“Damn this thing with Taehyung has you real pressed” she said laughing.
“You have no idea,” you mumbled underneath your breath as you left your room.
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It was 1:27 in the afternoon and you had already stress ate 4 strawberry cupcakes since last night. You didn’t know what “I’ll pick you up at 2” meant. Did it mean he was going to wait outside your dorm building? Did it mean he was coming to your room? Did he even know your room number? You were going to grab another cupcake when you realized you should probably change out of your pajamas.
You took a look in the mirror and you sighed. You unconsciously adjusted the gold necklace that you wore everyday and scanned your outfit: light blue jeans and a black baggy shirt. Why do I even care what I’m wearing? It’s not like it’s anyone special, it's just Taehyung. But the voice at the back of your head kept nagging the hard to swallow truth that you in fact do care. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud ding from your phone.
Tae: I’m outside your dorm!
You: ok coming out
You grabbed your coat and were about to leave your room before a thought popped in your head.
You walked outside and found Taehyung standing by the entrance of your dorm building, scrolling on his phone. Taehyung was wearing a simple black shirt tucked into black jeans with a long gray coat. With his beautiful curly hair and black sunglasses, he looked like a movie star. You wanted to sprint back inside your dorm and hide because you truly did not want to be seen in public with him. He looked up from his phone and gave a genuine smile “Hey!”
“Hey Taehyung.” You stood awkwardly distanced from him. “Um I was kinda stressed last night and I ended up baking cupcakes. I knew you used to love my strawberry desserts so I brought one for you” you handed a cupcake wrapped in a napkin to him.
“Are you being for real? You made me a strawberry cupcake? Oh my gosh, you’re the best” he pulled you into a giant hug. Not really liking physical affection, you pushed against his chest to try to pull away. He let go of you and grinned broadly “This made my day. I’m so happy now”
“Are you ever not?” You mumbled so he couldn’t hear. The local town was only about a 10 minute walk so you were hoping this whole outing with Taehyung would only last an hour or so.
“So why were you stressed?” Taehyung said unwrapping his cupcake.
You couldn’t tell him that he was causing your stress because to be honest, you didn’t even know why his sudden presence in your life was causing you this much anxiety.
“Oh just school stuff.” You always gave superficial answers to those types of questions. Your automatic assumption is that people don’t really care about what you’re going through; they’re just asking out of courtesy.
He gave you a suspicious look as if he didn’t believe you but he didn’t press further. You and Taehyung quietly chatted about school, classes and soccer until you reached the quaint local town. Taehyung was talking about his frat and how they were having a themed party in anticipation for their huge game. You were half paying attention to what he was saying when you saw a table covered in books in front of one of the shops. You immediately stopped and glanced at all the books on the table. You used to read a lot before school became a priority in your life, then you picked up baking as your stress reliever. But with this cute little bookstore right in front of you, you started to recall all the fond memories you had as a child and you couldn’t resist.
“Let’s go in here,” you said, smiling at Taehyung.
He looked at you really weirdly for a second, like he was shocked or something.
“Or not,” you said, mumbling, starting to walk away from the store.
“No no let’s go in. Sorry if I looked kinda surprised. It’s just” he scratched the back of his head and gave a small laugh “Every time we’ve talked you never smile. And you just did. And it was super cute” a small blushed bloomed his cheeks. He quickly added “I definitely want to go in the bookstore.”
The sudden compliment by Taehyung made you want to crawl in a hole. Okay, first of all I’m sure I’ve smiled in front of him....at some point..
You nodded and entered the store with him behind you. You began to browse through books and felt Taehyung hovering behind you.
“Umm....so where are the....interesting books” Taehyung whispered behind you as he took off his sunglasses.
“Interesting books?” You said turning to look at him
“Ya know like Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, that sorta thing.”
“Taehyung...you’re 19.”
“Yea I know but...”
“Tell me you’ve read a book since we were in middle school.”
“You know, life is busy. Sometimes, we ju-“
“Okay Taehyung.” You said rolling your eyes.
You continued to browse until you picked out a few books that caught your eye. Taehyung was trailing behind you the entire time like a lost puppy. It was kinda annoying but also super endearing.
You purchased your books and Taehyung said “I remember you were always reading when we were kids. And you used to read to me when we go have picnics in the park! Remember?”
You smiled, thinking back to those days. Most of your memories of reading did include Taehyung. Him forcing you to sit and read your favorite passage of the book you were currently reading.
“Yea, I remember.” You said “I also remember you being a dumbass then just like how you are now.”
Taehyung laughed “Yea I was a dumbass. But at least I started reading actual books because of you.”
You two continued to walk while you explained your book purchases to him.
“Wow” Taehyung said “those books sound super....enlightening” he smiled at his vocab
choice. You couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yea I’m excited to read them. I’ve actually been meaning to read The New Jim Crow for a while now so I’m probably going to start once I get back to my dorm.”
You noticed Taehyung was staring at a shop across the street. It looked almost like an antique store.
“Do you wanna go in there?” You said asking carefully
He nodded hesitantly.
You entered the store with Taehyung and his eyes lit up.
“Wow look at this camera!” He said.
There was a large vintage camera placed on the front display. It seemed like one of those Polaroid types. He picked it up carefully and analyzed it. You had almost forgotten. Taehyung used to love photography and art. When you were children, Taehyung had many disposable cameras and he was constantly taking pictures of the scenery, of his friends, and you. Even though you hated getting your photo taken, Taehyung would always secretly take pictures of you and show them to you once they were developed. You always ended up loving his photos of you the most.
You hadn’t realized that Taehyung had started wandering around the store. You found him standing in front of a large painting.
“It’s a modern rendition of Van Gogh's Starry Night” he told you. The painting had a cityscape with the iconic starry night swirls in the background.
As you went with Taehyung around the store, he gave factoids about almost all the paintings there. I didn’t realize he was still interested in art .
Taehyung ended up purchasing the vintage camera in front display along with the film for it.
When you exited the store, Taehyung exhaled deeply. “I miss photography,” he said solemnly. “I stopped during high school, when I started dating Yeji.” You internally winced at the sound of her name. “I want to start again,” Taehyung said.
“That’ll be good. You’ll have to show me your photos once you get developed,” you said with a small smile.
It got quiet for a moment and you felt a question pressing your mind that you needed to ask Taehyung.
“Why did you ask me to hang out?” You said bluntly.
He smiled, “Why? I can’t ask a friend to hang out?”
“No, but we haven’t hung out in a long time,” You said quietly. “It feels a bit random.”
Taehyung stopped walking, “You’re right. It is a bit random and I haven’t really talked to you in a long time.” He paused, pondering for a moment, then continued, “I’m really homesick. College is hard. Being away from home is really hard, harder than I ever expected. And you remind me of home.” He scoffed at his own words “Actually, you are my home. Whenever I see you walking on campus, I feel...a sense of comfort, ya know? You’re someone who knows me, like actually knows me, Taehyung, not Kim Taehyung, the soccer player, or whatever people are labeling me.”
You were shocked at his words. You truly had no idea that Taehyung was homesick. He seemed so normal and perfectly happy, like all the time. It was kinda nauseating. But he had put up a front the whole time.
“Oh. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling that way” wow that sounds so fake. You were so bad at consoling people that you weren’t close to. “But If you ever need to talk to someone, I’m always here Tae.”
He gave you a smile “You used to call me Tae all the time. You only called me Taehyung when you were mad at me.”
That was true. You didn’t realize he had picked up on it.
“Well I must have called you Taehyung a lot” you said teasingly.
“Only when I would pair us up for a school project” he said with a wink.
You and Taehyung started heading back home and Taehyung started asking more about yourself. You gave short, one word answers, not really going in depth about anything. You hated talking about yourself and your feelings with people who you knew didn’t actually care. Taehyung seemed to get frustrated and he said “okay, why aren’t you telling me anything? I talked to you about myself. I know your life isn’t just school. I know you have feelings that aren’t ‘I’m stressed about grades’. Why are you shutting me out?”
You sighed and said “Yea well I shut everyone out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.” You realized that was probably really cold, but you were getting exhausted with his questions. Taehyung doesn’t really care about me. Or my feelings. He’s just a fuckboi who just wants any girl’s attention.
You were walking at a faster pace so you were ahead of him and didn’t have to see his disheartened expression. He pulled your arm so you had to face him “Hey. I don’t know why you’re acting like this but I guess I have to make this abundantly clear: I’m your friend so I care about your well being. I’m sorry for not trying in our friendship but that’s in the past. I’m trying now and isn't that worth something?”
You stared at him. His eyes were big and pleading. God he looks so cute.
You immediately felt bad for being rude to him, “Yea, I do appreciate it. But like this is just a one time thing right? You were feeling sad and we hung out. That’s it.”
“No ______, I miss our friendship,” he said in a genuine tone.
You recoiled at the word friendship. Because that’s all you’ll ever be to Taehyung, a friend.
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I want us to be in each other’s lives. Like before,” he said.
You took a deep breath. It was simple. You could be friends with him. You just need to keep a clear mind and remember that you and Taehyung are not destined for anything more.
“Yea. Me too,” you said, giving him a small smile.
“Great! I’m so excited! This means you can come this weekend then right?” He said with his huge boxy smile.
“What’s this weekend?”
“______ were you not paying attention? I told you, this weekend BTS is having a party remember? At our frat house?”
There was no way in hell you would ever step foot into an STI infested death trap Taehyung called a frat house.
In fact the notion of you going to a frat party was so insane that you started to cackle. You doubled over in a fit of laughter. Taehyung just stared at you in confusion. “Uh what’s so funny?” he said, chuckling nervously.
“If you think I would ever go to a frat party, then you’re crazy,” you said, still laughing.
“What? Why wouldn’t you come?”
“Taehyung, do I look like a person to go to your soccer frat? Plus I won’t know anyone there and it’ll be just so awkward.”
“Well...no...but like why does that matter? I’m inviting you. I want you to be there! I promise I’ll be with you the whole time. Please!” He said. God he’s making those stupid doe eyes again.
Taehyung was such a weakness for you. You would do anything to see his idiotic smile.
“Ugh fine. But I’m literally going to say hi to you and then dipping,” you said crossing your arms over your chest.
“That’s fine! As long as you come!” He said excitedly. His phone buzzed and he glanced at it, “Fuck I got soccer practice in like 20 minutes. I gotta go. But I’ll see you around!” Taehyung started to sprint off and you were just about to turn around before he called to you, ”By the way, the theme is catholic school so I expect to see you dress up.”
What the shit is a catholic school theme?
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You had begun spending more time with Taehyung without even meaning to and things were almost how they used to be. Except for the fact that you needed to keep reminding yourself that Taehyung was a fuckboi. But you found it becoming harder to stop dreaming about “what if”.
“Where did you get cake from?” You whined as Taehyung came over holding a paper plate with a large slice of chocolate cake with strawberries on top. He was wearing his practice uniform still. You were sitting on the picnic table tops near the soccer field, revising your psychology notes. You didn’t have time to stress bake this week and you felt your mouth watering at the sight of chocolate cake. He took a large bite and said “Scoot over. I wanna sit next to you”
“Not until you tell me where you got that cake from,” you said scooting over because you really didn’t want him hovering over you.
He smiled as he sat on the bench next to you and winked “A secret.”
“You’re so fucking annoying.” You punched his arm.
His nose scrunched up in pain and he rubbed the spot where you punched him “Ow! Some girl gave it to me in exchange for taking a picture of my abs.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Wow you really sold your body for cake.”
Taehyung took another large bite of cake, “It was worth it and I would definitely do it again”
“Of course you would. You and your singular brain cell can’t really make high functioning decisions.”
He set the cake on the table and ran his fingers through his hair, “Hurtful.” Then he looked you dead in the eyes and said with a smirk “But maybe you’re just jealous.”
You knew what he was trying to imply (and maybe you were a bit jealous because apparently Taehyung just goes around showing his abs) but you would never give him that satisfaction, “I’m jealous that you have a piece of cake and I don’t.”
He raised his eyebrow and leaned his face close to yours, “Yea right. I think you’re just jealous that she got to see my abs.”
“Okay Taehyung.” You said rolling your eyes. You began to pack up your stuff, closing your textbook and putting away your pencils. Once Taehyung started getting flirty and cocky you knew it was time to leave.
He grabbed your arm as you tried to shove your notebooks into your bag
“I was jokinggg. ________ don’t leave me alone,” Taehyung said with a pout.
God how does he look cute even when he’s being a pain in the ass. You pulled your arm from his grasp and said “Give me those strawberries and I’ll stay.”
He plucked off a strawberry from the cake with his fingers and said “Say ah.”
You were not going to let Taehyung feed you a strawberry that was too fucking weird. You tried to grab his wrist and take the strawberry from his hand with your own. “Just give it to me, I'm capable of eating by myself,” you said aggressively.
He pushed your hands away and shoved his fingers close to your mouth, “Shut up and open your mouth”
This was so humiliating but Taehyung loved to push your buttons and you knew you wouldn’t win this one. You opened your mouth and he put the strawberry in. Your eyes connected with his for a second and you quickly looked away, “This is good. Definitely worth selling your dignity.”
He smirked “I know right!” He looked at your mouth and said, “You got some chocolate on your face. Here lemme get it.”
Before you could process what he was saying, he swiped his thumb on the corner of your mouth. The feeling of his hand on your face warmed your cheeks immediately. Well fuck.
“Oh shit look at the time I have to go,” you said, motioning to your wrist that clearly did not have a watch. You quickly walked away so he couldn’t see the blush blooming over your entire face. Literally he didn’t even do anything. Why the fuck do you have to get worked up about the smallest things?
You were just about to make your escape from Taehyung before he shouted out across the entire quad, “Hey __________! I better see you there on Saturday!”
Oh my god why did he do that? Everyone is staring at me now.
You gave him a thumbs up and walked into the nearest building.
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“Hana I don’t actually have to go. Tae probably invites so many girls to these frat parties,” you groaned as you spun around on your swivel chair.
“Oh so it’s Tae now? No more Taehyung?” Hana said with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, I used to call him that before, it’s just an old habit”
Hana put her hands on your shoulders to get you to stop spinning and said in a reassuring tone, “Honey, I’m sure Taehyung does invite other girls. But those other girls just want to get into his pants. You’re just a ‘friend’ as you claim.”
“I am just a friend! I just don’t know why I have to go if he’s going to be busy with other people,” You said, leaning your head back on the chair.
Hana said pleaded, “Just go this one time and then if you absolutely hate it you don’t ever have to go again.”
Tired of arguing, you said, “Ugh fine.”
Hana clapped her hands together, “Oh my gosh finally! I didn’t think that would actually work. Okay so now what are you going to wear?” She began to rifle through her closet.
You stared at her as she began to throw clothes onto the ground, “He said the theme was catholic school. Whatever the fuck that means.”
Hana said “It means short skirts and button downs,”, gesturing to her own outfit. Hana was wearing a blue and red plaid schoolgirl skirt with a knotted white button down, revealing her midriff.
The thought of wearing anything revealing made you feel nauseous, “Yea I think I would rather set myself on fire than do that.”
You stared at Hana. She was so pretty and her kind personality only further highlighted that.
You were jealous of the girls who would wear makeup not because they felt pressure by society but because they were confident enough in themselves to do so. You were jealous of the girls who felt comfortable in their own skin and didn’t want to hide from the world.
Your insecurities controlled your life. It was the reason why you wore clothes 3 times your size. It was the reason why you didn’t bother to put on makeup because you knew you would just notice all your flaws more. You could not help but think that every person that looks at you only saw the things you hated about yourself. It was the reason why you fully and truly believed no one could ever love you back. Because we choose to accept the love we think we deserve (taken from Perks of Being a Wallflower author's note).
While you were roaming your thoughts, you realized Hana was taking out outfits for you.
“You could wear this,” she said holding up a polo dress, “or this” holding up a short navy skirt
“Hana, those are cute but it’s a catholic themed party right? So I think I’ll just stick to the original concept,” you said with a smile, standing up from your chair. You went to your closet and started to rummage through.
Hana immediately became worried, “______ no no no no. I know what you’re thinking and this is not a time for your rebellious acts. You can still be a feminist while showing off your body”
“I never said you couldn’t do that but I truly do not give a fuck about what anyone thinks of me so,” you said as you rummaged through your own closet and pulled out a long navy skirt you owned “I’ll just wear this” pulled out a white sweater “and this.”
Hana smacked her palm against her forehead and groaned, “Ugh at least it’s cute.”
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“Hana, do we really have to go?” You turned to her as you approached the frat house. Loud music was blasting and you could hear the chatter of people from down the street. You could feel the anxiety building up in your chest. You really didn’t want to be hanging out with Taehyung if it meant dealing with girls who were just trying to climb on his dick.
“Yes! This is good for you. You need to socialize and not worry about school for a little bit.” She said pushing you up the street. You were amazed at her determination, dragging you up to a party on an uphill street while wearing black stilettos.
“It’s not fair how I’ve been trying to get you to go to a party all year and you never went but once Kim Taehyung swings his dick in front of you, suddenly you show up.” she grumbled.
“Literally, shut up. I’m only going so his dumbass can leave me alone. I really could care less about his feelings or his dick,” you said staring at your dirty white sneakers.
“Rightttt” Hana said in an unconvincing tone. She pulled you up to the frat house door and pushed you inside.
You walked into the house with Hana right behind you. You looked around and you felt immediately out of place. Firstly, you were definitely the only one who went with the original intent of the concept “catholic school”. Secondly, there were way too many people grinding on each other. You immediately turned to Hana and said excitedly “let’s leave!”
She turned you back in the direction of the party and held onto your shoulders, “No no no I dragged you all the way here in my fucking stilletos so you are not leaving without saying hi to Taehyung.”
Crossing your arms, “Fine, but we have to find that idiot first”
You scoped around the party and saw him. Of course he’s surrounded by a crowd of obnoxiously pretty girls.
You accidentally locked eyes with him and he waved at you. You didn’t expect much else so you were about to turn around to Hana and tell her you were leaving but she looked at you and said “Oh hey. There’s Taehyung, he’s coming over here.”
You quickly said, “I’m sure he’s coming over to talk to someone else here so let’s just go.”
But before you could turn to the door you heard his overly friendly voice shout “Hey ______!”
Shit
“Hey Taehyung,” you said, turning to him. Fuck, he looked good. He was wearing white collared shirt with black slacks. He had on a red and blue tie that had become loose which just only amplified the hotness of his outfit.
He put his arm around your shoulder and said “You look cute. Love the outfit.” His close presence made you uneasy. You could smell his cologne; you didn’t really know what the scent was exactly but it definitely smelled really good and distinctly like Taehyung.
You already felt super out of place and you weren’t in the mood for Taehyung's teasing so you said in an aggressive tone, “You don’t need to be mean. I get it. I’m dressed like an actual nun”
“No ______ I’m being serious. I think you really do look cute”
“Oh,” you felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks ”Thanks I guess.” Wanting to get the attention away from yourself, you quickly gestured to your friend, “This is my roommate Hana.”
Taehyung's eyes widen in realization, “Ah I’ve seen her around the frat house before with Jungkookie.”
Hana chuckled nervously and brushed her hair behind her ear, “Ah yea I’ve been here a bit.” She didn’t really like talking too much about her relationship with Jungkook so changing the topic, Hana said, “I had no idea you and _______ knew each other.”
You interjected before Taehyung could say something stupid, “Yea, we used to be best friends.”
Taehyung looked at you and in his fake hurt tone, he said “Used to be? We still are best friends.”
You realized he was definitely tipsy because he was acting quite childish now, more so than his normal amount.
One of his friends, Jimin you think, came over and whispered something to Taehyung. You took this opportunity to duck away from his embrace. You turned to Hana but she was looking at something with her nose scrunched up, obviously disgusted by something.
You follow her eyeline and see that she’s staring at Jungkook who is dancing with some girl.
“Ugh fuck Jungkook,” you say. You suspected that your friend has caught feelings for Jungkook but you know that with her stubborn personality she would never admit it.
“What?” She realized you saw her staring at Jungkook. “oh that? Whatever. Jungkook can do whatever he wants. It's not like we are exclusive.” Hana said, whipping her head away from Jungkook and the girl. Then she smiled at Jimin with an evil glint in her eye and you knew that she got some idea in her head.
Hana said in her sweetest voice possible “Hey Jimin.”
Jimin immediately broke from his conversation with Taehyung, flashing his beautiful smile at her, “Hey Hana! I haven’t seen you in a bit.”
“Oh you know classes have been a bit overwhelming lately. I’d really like to take my mind off all the stress,” she said twirling her hair around her finger.
“Oh I see, well I think dancing with me would definitely take your mind off of school” Jimin said cockily, extending his hand out to Hana.
“I would love that,” she said, grabbing his hand. Jimin pulled Hana away from you and toward the crowd of people dancing.
How the fuck did Hana do that so easily? She literally got Jimin's attention just by saying hello.
You were left standing with Taehyung alone.
“I know you didn’t want to be here but I’m so glad you came,” he said but you could barely hear his voice over the blasting music.
“Sorry I can't really hear what you’re saying. The music is too loud.” You were trying to motion out the words for Taehyung and he nodded understanding the message.
He extended his hand out to you and you glanced at it uneasily. He gave you a serious stare and grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd.
The large sea of people surrounding you made you feel really uneasy, so unconsciously you gripped his hand harder. He smirked at you but you stared at the ground not trying to give him the satisfaction.
You realized he was leading you up the stairs. He kept on holding your hand and led you to the third door on the left. He quietly pushed open the door and you entered the room behind him.
Um why did he bring me into his room? What does he want from me? You started to feel nauseous. Does Taehyung think you’re a girl who just wants to fuck?
Your feelings were so confused and you definitely didn’t want to do anything with Taehyung in his room that he probably brought girls over to every weekend.
He noticed your troubled expression and said, “Hey. I brought you here because I wanted to talk somewhere quiet. No other reason.” he said in a calm voice. The bubble of anxiety in your chest dispersed. But being his stupid self he winked at you and said, “I mean unless you want to.”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re such a headass,” you said, shaking your head.
You looked around his room and his room was nicely decorated, a lot more modern and minimalist than you thought a college student was capable of designing. You noticed a photo frame hung up and immediately smiled.
“That’s my favorite birthday gift. I had to bring it,” Taehyung said standing behind you.
It was a framed photograph taken by Taehyung's favorite photographer, Ante Badzim. You gave it to him on his 16th birthday, before everything changed.
“Downstairs, I was saying I was glad you came tonight,” he said as he sat down on the edge of
bed.
“Yea I mean I said I would come. For you, only” you said sitting next to him.
“That’s why you’re my best friend.” He said giving you a hug. Drunk Tae is way more affectionate than regular Tae.
You laughed pushing him away, “For sure, Taehyung. It’s not because you annoyed me into coming.”
Taehyung laid down on the bed with his legs dangling on the edge. With the moonlight streaming onto his face, you felt like you could see him clearly for the first time. His curly hair, his double eyelid on his right eye, the little mole on his nose. He looked tired.
You laid on his bed next to him taking in the first moment of peacefulness of the night. The room was a comfortable quiet. He broke the silence with a whisper “Why did we stop being friends?”
You knew exactly what he was talking about but in a poor attempt to escape the question you scoffed uncomfortably, “What are you talking about? We’ve always been friends”
He turned his head to you but you kept your head straight ahead focused the little cracks on the ceiling above you. He said with a bit more confidence “No, I mean we used to be best friends but then we stopped. We were just friends. We didn’t talk as much and we barely hung out.”
You were quiet. A million thoughts running through your head. What were you supposed to do? Tell him the truth? Oh yea so like I kinda was in love with you when we were juniors in highschool and I thought you maybe felt the same but when I finally picked up the courage to tell you the very same evening you called me telling me that you asked out another girl and that you totally liked her. Then you ended up dating that girl for the entirety of junior and senior year and because seeing you two together every day for two years broke me and pained my heart that I just had to basically cut you out of my life.
Yeah, right. Like you could ever face up to the reality of your feelings and tell them to another live human being.
You whispered into silence with a choked out, “I don’t know.”
You turned your head facing him, “I’m sorry that happened but sometimes people fall apart.”
He looked at you with his big brown doe eyes, “I just want to know if it was something I did so I can never do it again. This past week I realized how much I needed you in my life and if I did something for us to lose two years of friendship, I want to never do it again.”
Your heart trembled at his earnest words. You knew he meant it. He truly didn’t know what happened. And that’s exactly why you can’t fall for him again. He doesn’t even know what he does to you, what he does to your feelings. Taehyungs words didn’t help. You could feel your will slipping but you pushed the thought aside.
You stared back into the darkness of his eyes, “You didn’t do anything Taehyung. Plus like you said, what happened is in the past and what matters is now.”
“You’re right. I just missed you so much” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “Your hair smells so good,” he whispered.
What the fuck. Taehyung must be so drunk.
This was getting way too intimate for your comfort.
“Let’s go downstairs Taehyung.” You pushed his arms from your shoulders and sat up.
He got up and looked at you, “You better not leave as soon as we go down.”
“No promises,” you said chuckled, as you walked out his door.
You noticed some people were staring at you but you shrugged it off. It must because of your completely out of place outfit.
Taehyung was behind you still so you turned to him and said, “I’m going to go to the kitchen and get some water.”
“I’ll be on the couch,” Taehyung said as he walked away.
You nodded at him, went to the kitchen, and opened the fridge. You were attempting to find a bottle of water in the fridge because you stupidly forgot your own at your dorm. When you closed the fridge door, there was a girl waiting behind it. You assumed she was trying to get to the fridge so you tried to duck out of her way but she called your name, “______ right?”
“Um yea.” You were thoroughly confused as to how this girl knew your name. You didn’t get a good look at her until she said your name. She was very pretty with light brown hair cascading down her shoulder.
She gave a cold smile and said “My name is Jennie, but you probably knew that”
Jennie. That sounded familiar but you couldn’t remember where you heard her name before.
“Yea I just wanted to know um what's your deal with Taehyung? I saw you go up into his room with him.“
Shit, that probably looked really bad. You felt your cheeks redden at the innuendo.
“Yea but like nothing happened. Tae and I are just friends.”
“Yea I know that. As if he would ever hook up with anyone like you.” Her tone was icy and insulting.
Then suddenly you remembered where you heard her name. Before you came to the party tonight Hana was telling you all of the tea about the BTS frat. Hana told you that even though none of the BTS guys, except for Namjoon, had significant others, they still had people they regularly hooked up with. For Jungkook, it was Hana (but you were pretty sure they had gone exclusive without even meaning to). For Taehyung, it was Jennie.
You knew that her comment was surface level, but it still stung a little.
“Yea I know that. But that’s why we are just friends,” you said shrugging your shoulders.
“I’m just saying, even as ‘friends’ don’t get your hopes up. Taehyung breaks a lot of girls' hearts without even meaning to.” Her insulting tone changed to one of almost concern. As if she was looking out for you.
“Thanks for the advice. I appreciate it. But I know Taehyung and I don’t think I can fall for him.” you said, not believing your own words.
She smiled and this time it felt real. “Ok good. I’ll see you around,” she said and then stalked away.
The anxiety in your heart didn’t go away but when you took a deep breath the air seemed lighter. You headed back to the couch where Taehyung was waiting for you. Suddenly as you came to a realization of what was in front of you, you felt your heart almost drop before you caught yourself and scoffed. Boys are so fucking oblivious. Of course, you left Taehyung for 5 minutes alone and he already had a girl on his lap, practically eating his face. She pulled his face closer to his and you watched as he cupped her cheek. Even though you mostly felt like you didnt care, your heart felt heavy in your chest as she curled her hands through his permed hair, something you've daydreamed about. You only came to this party for Taehyung and now he seemed preoccupied. Alright it’s time to leave. You checked your phone. 12:37. If I leave now, I could binge a couple episodes of Parks and Rec.
Just as you were about to turn around and leave, somehow Taehyung noticed you from the corner of his eye. He pulled his face away from the girl on his lap and called to you, “Hey ______. Are you leaving already?”
Why the fuck does he care? He has a girl grinding on his dick right now. Why can’t he just leave me alone?
“Uh yea I came here to hang out with you but you seem...a bit busy... so I’ll head out now,” you said with a light chuckle.
The girl on his lap glared at you, mad that you took his attention away from her. She started kissing his neck aggressively.
“Wait if you still want to hang out, we can!” Taehyung exclaimed, trying to shift away from the girl on him.
Why the fuck does he want to hang out with me? This girl is obviously trying to get in his pants. You felt self conscious with the girl staring daggers at you while Taehyung was trying to talk to you.
“No no I’m tired anyways I’ll see you...later I guess” you said waving him off.
“______ wait!” He called But you already left.
Seeing Taehyung make out with some random, really pretty girl, kind of ruined your mood and also the girl on his lap who looked like she wanted to tear your hair out didn’t help your interest in staying longer.
When you got back to the dorm, you glanced at your phone.
Tae: hey did you make it back to ur room okay?
You: yep
Tae: sorry if I made things awkward
You: it wasn’t awkward. Idc what u do tae.
Tae: oh ok.
You stared at your ceiling and chuckled to yourself. You almost for a second thought Taehyung was different. But he wasn’t. He was just like every other headass boy on this planet. At least you caught yourself before he cracked through your guard. You couldn’t fall for him. Not again.
Your phone buzzed and you checked the text you got.
Tae: wanna get waffles tomorrow morning?
You scoffed loudly. He fucks one girl and then wants to get breakfast with another. Boys are so clueless. You were thinking of what excuse to text him, but then he sent another text.
Tae: ik ur thinking of some excuse to say no so if you say yes ill pay.
Damn he knew you.
You: fine
Tae: bet. See you tomorrow 🍓 girl
You inhaled a deep breath and whispered to yourself you don’t like Kim Taehyung. You don’t like him. You can’t like him again. But somehow the words you said were disconnected from the confused feelings in your heart. The familiar knot in your heart should have been the red flag to make you realize that you were fucked.
author’s note: theres a line in here that is not mine “we accept the love we think we deserve” it is taken from perks of being a wallflower. also, the summary was adapted from billie eilish’s bitches broken hearts. btw the books and movies i reference in here are some of my favs! lmk if ur enjoying the fic so far!
tags: @fleurmoon @tangledsparkles @chocolatebelievercrusade
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