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Hi.

I love reading ‘A Blooming Romance’ that you did. Can I request a similar situation but with Riddle, Silver and Deuce?

Hope you have a good day❤️

Thank you for the request. I’m so glad that you’ve enjoyed my flower piece enough to ask for more. I hope you enjoy this one just as much!

Another Blooming Romance

Forget-me-nots: Faithful love, undying hope, memories

You see Riddle pick up the package of stationary from his mail slot and turn it over. He fingers the delicate blue blossoms lightly. “Prefect,” he calls to you, “do you know who sent this to me?” Of course you do, it was you but you don’t intend to tell him that. “Ah, no. I didn’t see anyone come in with that.” You lie so smoothly that the dorm leader doesn’t question you. He purses his lips and regards the package one last time, “Forget-me-nots. How shall I remember them when I don’t even know who they are?” He does not wait for an answer but turns sharply and walks from the mail room with a sharp click of his heels echoing along the corridor.

You felt a brief wave of guilt for having been dishonest with Riddle. Ah, Riddle. You smile as you think of the studious dorm leader of Heartslabyul. You had admired his determination, both in class and with his personal growth, seeking out ways to become closer to his dorm students. You’d watched from the sidelines as the earnest dorm leader had become more friendly with Ace and Deuce; but not much with you. Not that he was rude, it was just that you had limited reason to interact outside of the few brief moments you might cross paths; mostly in the common room of Heartslabyul when you visited your first-year friends.

So, it was a relief when Crowley placed another odd job on your shoulders; to sort and deliver the school mail. You might think that a magical place like Twisted Wonderland would have magical mail service but surprisingly, you set out each morning from Ramshackle with a cart to the front gate to collect a bin of letters from a postal worker. Then you hauled the load back to the main campus building where there was a small room filled with numbered cubbies for each student to receive mail. You had struggled at first to learn the system but, over time, you’d gotten the hang of the organization. You could now quickly tell from a letter what section it belonged to (the second for Savanahclaw) and what rows (sixth through eighth for a second year) and sort your mail out before classes even began.

You never did though. Crowley had given you permission to miss the first period study hall and attend to your mail delivery duties instead. By lingering all period long, you’d discovered you had the opportunity to be in the mail room after first period when HE arrived. Riddle lived by a schedule so consistent that you could set your watch to it. Every school day, he arrived five minutes after the end of first period to collect his mail. It was the highlight of your day. You watched him with a secret smile as he entered the small space and ran his gaze along the rows of cubbies, searching out his box. Riddle was always polite to you, greeting you properly each day.

“Good morning, Prefect.” Riddle greets you with a small smile. “Good morning, Dorm Leader Rosehearts,” you greet him in return. You aren’t as close as you’d hope but each day you try to learn a little more about him. “How is the rose-painting going? I hope Ace and Deuce haven’t slacked off on you!” Riddle gives you a long-suffering sigh, “I wish my own dorm students were as hard-working as you, Prefect. We could certainly use some of that spirit when preparing for an Unbirthday Party.”

He hadn’t exactly said he wanted your help but he also hadn’t said NOT to help either. Only, you pondered throughout the day, how could a magic-less student possibly assist a great mage like Riddle? The answer had come a day later when Riddle had off-handedly commented on the need to go to the school shop on the weekend to replenish his stock of stationary. He lamented the need to delay until the weekend, at all times preferring to accomplish tasks with utmost promptness, but his busy schedule had not afforded him time for idle shopping until then. You agreed with Riddle that it really was QUITE a shame but secretly were overjoyed at the prospect of finding a way to help out your crush.

On the way back from the school store, you took a short cut through a field of wildflowers and came across some small blue blossoms. Forget-me-nots. You smiled at the little familiar flowers. So, they existed in this world as well. It was like a gentle wish from your past not to forget all of the good moments. On a whim, you pulled up a sprig of flower and tucked it in the wrapping on the stationary. You hoped that Riddle would receive the sentiment as you had, and not forget the good moments you shared together.

That first special delivery had left you conflicted. You’d been too shy to give your gift in person, instead choosing to leave it as a secret admirer. Only, Riddle had seemed so troubled by the idea of receiving a package from an unknown sender. “I don’t understand,” he told you the next day, “why wouldn’t you sign your name so the recipient can properly thank you?” He sounded so forlorn.

“Ah, maybe they are too intimidated to talk to you. You are the one who represents the great spirit of the Queen of Hearts, after all.” You try to encourage Riddle to a better mood but your attempt only makes him frown at you. “Is that how you think of me? Like some unapproachable figure? I’m just a person, Prefect.” You are left gaping at his response as he turned heel and left you alone to contemplate your situation.

Had you mis-stepped? You had not intended to confess to Riddle, but rather to just admire him silently during your morning rendezvous. Are you wrong? Is it selfish of you to leave him wondering about you while you sit on your secret alone? It was a thought that stayed with you all day and into the next. You think about this as you return to the school store. Ace had off-handedly mentioned that Riddle had a torn glove on his riding uniform and you wanted to help him by gifting him a kit to mend it.

On the way back to the mail room for your daily shift, you grab another sprig of forget-me-nots and add them to your gift. Perhaps it was a bit hypocritical of you, but it was your special thing now. You looked sadly at the blooms that represented all your hopes for your relationship and yet knew when you arrived, you’d slide the package into the mail cubby anonymously again.

You waited guiltily until Riddle arrived to pick up his mail, as reliable as always. He sees the package and tenses, an angry expression crossing his face. “Prefect, I though I had made myself clear,” he speaks to you in a heated tone. “Wha…What do you mean?” you ask nervously. He looks at you with a disappointed look, “I live in a dorm with Cater. Did you really think you could keep this secret? Rosaria had been so eager to gossip about it.” You flip your eyes to the painting that hangs across the hall and notice the occupant of said painting was eating up this drama like it was high value entertainment. You suppose that when you are stuck in a painting, any drama is probably high value. Of course, she would have taken the opportunity to mention it to her acquaintance, Cater, and hope for some additional amusement.

You shoot the painted girl an annoyed look and shut the door, depriving her of the satisfaction of a scene. You cast your eyes downward and turn to face the angry Dorm Leader. “I’m sorry Riddle. I just didn’t think it did any harm. I could help out and you could still be free to study and complete your dorm responsibilities. That is all I wanted, just to help.” His brow furrows but his color returns to a normal shade, indicating that while vexed, he was considerably less angry. “All my life, decisions are being made for me. First by my mother and now by you. All I want is to be able to make my own choices for once. Is that too much to ask?”

You gasp and look up at him, shocked by his admission. And really, he was right. This should be his choice. “Riddle,” you shakily start, “I like you. I like you a lot. You are so smart and brave and…and…I just can’t forget you.” Then you bow your head and wait for his response. He lets out a little huff. “Straighten that posture, Prefect.” A hand enters your vision holding the spring of flowers. “Forget you? How can I when I have this?” He gestures for you to take it. You blush and accept the flowers. “Meet me later for tea? Don’t forget.” You flash him a beaming smile and tightly grasp the stem. No, you wouldn’t forget.

Heather: Protection, wishes will come true

There was something about Silver, you thought as you picked a sprig of wild heather and handed it off to a bird. He was charming and kind, just like the princes of fairy tales you’d read as a child. You liked to walk with him on your way to class when you could. He was naturally quiet, so you chattered away at him instead. You once asked him if he minded the way you monopolized the time and he told you that he was actually grateful for your company; it keeps him awake!

Not only was Silver charming, but he was also safe. A magic-less student in a school like NRC attracted a lot of unwelcome attention. Your first week had been a nightmare; students from many dorms had sought you out to gawk at the odd student. Some had done more than gawk; causing you to take more than a few bruises. That was how you’d first met Silver.

“Where are you going little mouse?” mocked the brawny student stalking you. You had ducked into a closet and waited, hoping he’d overlook your hiding spot. You’d hoped in vain. With a sudden jerk, the door flew open. You raised a hand, blocking the light that blinded you, only to have the student grab that hand and use it to pull you out of your hideaway. You’d cowered, waiting for a blow to fall but it never did. When you dared raise your gaze, you’d seen a vision straight from a tale. A silver-haired knight standing between you and your attacker.

And from that day on, that was what he was to you, your Silver knight. His mere presence was enough to intimidate most students and, for those foolish enough to challenge him, his skills proved worthy of his reputation. You still fondly remember the panicked look on that student’s face as he ran down the hall. Silver never gloated though, he only turned to you with that calm look and asked if you were alright. Yes, you thought, you were more than alright.

You handed off another sprig of heather off to a squirrel as you remembered the soft, sleepy look Silver had as he escorted you to class that morning. He had taken it upon himself to guard you in addition to his young master, when he was able. There was little you could do to properly thank him for such a service. One day, you’d asked a small songbird that you felt followed Silver around to deliver a wildflower you plucked to your knight. The bird had given you a proud shake of feathers, as though thrilled to be chosen for such a mission. Then, it took the flower and flown off. When you encountered Silver later, he had tucked the flower behind his ear. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you thought Silver had a small smile upon his somewhat stoic face.

From then on, you took to picking and sending Silver flowers via the cute forest creatures that had befriended him. Rook had come upon you picking flowers one day and joined you. While choosing flowers, he had regaled you with the many meanings of the wildflowers you’d found. One had especially caught your attention. Heather was a perfect flower for your knight. It expressed the appreciation you had for his protection and your secret wishes that you’d manage to someday make him your own Prince Charming. You usually sent a variety of flowers but always included a sprig of heather.

A cold wind tousled your hair and caused you to frown. An owl gave you an inquisitive hoot and you turned to him, “Fall is coming. Soon the last of the wildflowers will be gone.” You hold a flower in your hand and regard it with a melancholy expression. “I’ve sent him these flowers all season long but soon I won’t be able to anymore. I wonder if my feelings will continue to reach him then.” The owl gives you another hoot and you take it as encouragement. “I know, I believe that too.” You smile and hand off the last flower to the owl. “Go and deliver him my flower and love.”

You smiled gently as you watched the owl fly off and then set off back to Ramshackle. You wandered slowly, enjoying the last of the warm weather on your way back. Before making it back to the dorm, you were surprised to hear a fast packed clipping of boots on the cobbled path. It was rare to see other students on this out-of-the-way path. You paused and turned to see who it might be and were surprised to see Silver hurriedly striding your way.

Your heart started pounding; there was little reason to be coming down this path if not to see you. You look at him expectantly and, sure enough, he comes to stand in front of you. “Ah, Silver. I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” you offer in a questioning tone. He smiles a small sheepish smile and places a hand to his temple. “Mr. Owl gave me your message and I had to come.” You looked at him confused but then noticed the flower in his hair. It was the same one you’d handed to the owl before coming home for the night.

“The…the owl. Right,” you add nervously. You vaguely remember saying some embarrassing things to that owl. Surely, the owl couldn’t have actually TOLD Silver what you’d said, could it? Silver blushes a small amount and pulls the flower from his hair and hands it to you. “I feel the same.” You only hesitate a moment before accepting the flower. “You, you do?” Silver smiles at you gently. “Yes. I’ve been hoping for you to confess for a while now. Fa..Lilia told me it was best if I waited until you were ready. I’m so glad you finally decided it was time.”

You glance around and see the owl looking at you from a nearby tree. When you meet its eye, it raises its wings as though to say, ‘Good for you two!’ You turned your attention back to Silver, who was patiently waiting for your response. You hesitantly hold out your hand and Silver grasps it and tugs gently, inviting you to come closer. So you do, leaning gently against his chest as he wraps his arms around you. “Is it really ok to be this happy?” you ask him in a dreamy voice. Silver’s voice reaches you ears, “Yes, for now and ever after.”

Gladiolus: Strength of character, sincerity, generosity

You and Deuce were a lot alike. People were always telling you that. Perhaps it was the earnest spirit you possessed, the one that made you want to work hard to prove yourself as the magic-less Prefect of Ramshackle dorm. Or maybe it was just how naïve you were. You and Deuce had secretly smuggled the eggshells out of the Heartslabyul kitchen the last time you helped Trey bake. Deep in the rose maze, you held a little funeral for the chicks who might have been before burying the shells in the compost heap. You felt like you might cry and turned to Deuce to see he was already letting heavy tears fall upon his cheeks. You had smiled and held his hand, knowing you had found a kindred spirit.

There were some differences though. While Deuce was athletic, you were sort of clumsy. Which felt really unfair; you already had no magic and now you suck at the regular portion of gym class too! Deuce was always supportive of you, even when you fail miserably. “You can do it, Prefect! FIGHT ON!” You turn and look at him, “Deuce, I appreciate the cheer but I’m only waist height up this rope. I don’t think I’m going to make it to the top.” Deuce gives you a startled look before putting his fist to his chest and very seriously remarking, “Don’t worry about it, there are plenty of fish in the sea.” It made no sense really, but somehow, it still makes you feel better. You give your dear, dear friend a gently smile from where you cling desperately to the rope, “Thanks Deuce, I needed that.” He perks up happily, always pleased to have assisted you.

You just wish that you could find a way to help him out too. It felt like he was always the one encouraging you and never the other way around. At least once, you’d like to be the one cheering him on, helping him find that extra oomph to pull through. Only, you were barely in the same lessons. Coach Vargus was always giving you remedial tasks for your class while the athletic Deuce was running laps or taking flying lessons with the rest of the students. You could shout from across the field, but how would he know the shouts were for him?

“I’m just here to help you stretch,” Jack says to you with some confusion as to why you are saying all this aloud. You look up at him and sigh, “I know but you are such a good listener. I just can’t help but want to talk out my problems when you are around.” Jack looks away and puts a hand in his hair, rubbing his head in embarrassment, “You know you could always come to our track meets. I’m sure Deuce would like to have you in the stands cheering for him there.” You jump up and clasp your hands in front of you, “Jack! That is a great idea!” You give Jack an enthusiastic hug and then bound away, your spirits mightily lifted.

You spent that night thinking about how to best show your support for Deuce and came up with an idea. You vaguely recall that the way to congratulate a race winner was by putting a wreath of flowers around their neck. You were a little unsure if this was just for horses but figured that it was the thought that counted most. You weren’t entirely sure where you could come up with a flower wreath but figured you’d go where everything was…

“IN STOCK NOW!!!” Sam assures you when you tell him of your needs. You were relieved that Sam seemed to understand what you’d been going for when you explained your idea to him. He even gave you some helpful suggestions on flowers based on flower language, which was a mystery to you. Sam asked you to tell him about the person the flowers were for; not just his personality but what he meant to you.

You had tried to capture the feeling, but it was difficult; how do you describe a person who is like your best friend, brother, and partner all in one? You tried though. You told Sam about how Deuce always tried his best, even when it was something he knew he wouldn’t succeed in. You told him about how Deuce isn’t afraid to tell you about his mistakes. You value his honesty and feel inspired by the way he looks forward to how he plans to improve rather than dwelling on his failings. Lastly, you tell Sam about the events that inspired your gift; the way Deuce always goes out of his way to give you support. Sam smiles at you kindly, “So you need a gift for your boyfriend.” You jump back, “N.N.NO! He’s not, I mean we’re not…Ah, it’s not like that!”

Sam chuckles at you mischievously but let’s your awkward denial stand. “Of course, little imp. I have just the thing to encourage a…special friend and it’s IN STOCK NOW!” Your relief was palatable; both because you’d found a way to encourage Deuce and because you hadn’t been forced to look too deeply at your relationship with your friend. Because you were just friends and…and that is all you want…right? You shake your head, banishing any wayward thoughts and smile at the suave businessman, “Yes, I’ll take it. Thank you, sir!”

When the day of the track meet arrived, you returned to the Mystery Shop to retrieve your item. When you saw the bright red flowers braided into the wreath, you gasped in delight. “Sam, this is perfect! He’s sure to notice me from the stands now. I’m sure my feelings will reach him!” Sam passes you a knowing smile, “Good luck, little Imps. And if you need anything in the future; notebooks, shoes, …rings; you know where to come.” With a last wink, Sam withdraws into the shop and you jog off.

You arrive at the track and field area where bleachers have been set up to hold spectators. You climb up to the very top of a set, hoping the height will make you even more visible. Your gaze scans the students warming up below, searching for Deuce. “You came to my meet!” an excited voice exclaims to your side. “Ack!” you yell in surprise, nearly taking a tumble off the back of the bleachers. “Whoa!” Deuce exclaims as he grabs your arm, steadying you, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You laugh sheepishly, clutching your gladiolus wreath before realizing you were perhaps crushing the flowers. “Oh, OH! This is for you!” you say as you thrust the wreath out to him. “Ah! Thanks?” Deuce says in confusion. “I wanted to congratulate you on your win!” Deuce seems satisfied with your answer but rubs his head and remarks, “But I haven’t won anything yet…” You jump in surprise, realizing you’ve made a silly error after being startled. You pull the wreath back into your hands, “Ah! Then, then I’m just going to hold it here until you do. So go win and then come back so I can congratulate you!” Deuce gives you a beaming smile with his fist to his chest, “That’s right! I’m all fired up now! Just you wait!” Then he runs off, still smiling, to join the rest of the runners.

You were hoarse from shouting your encouragement by the end of the event. Both Deuce and Jack do well but Deuce only manages to take home second place in the sprint. You find him afterward leaning with his forehead against a wall. “Deuce,” you call out uncertainly. Deuce doesn’t look at you and instead slides down into a squat. “I didn’t win. I disappointed you.” You hurriedly rush to his side, “Not at all! You did so well!” With a flip of your wrists, you toss the wreath over his head. “Congratulations Deuce. You didn’t win the race but I’m sure you’ve won something.”

Deuce looks up at your suddenly with a blush settling on his cheeks. “Did I?” he asks nervously, “I’ve been trying to for so long that I’d almost given up. I thought you didn’t think of me that way but now,” he slides his hand over the bright flowers, “I see I was wrong.” He gently takes your hand and lets out a breath that is have laugh and half sigh of relief. When he squeezes your hand, your heart thumps wildly, turning your feelings into a pit in your stomach. Then Deuce laughs again and this time it is fully joyful, rising all the way to his eyes, crinkling up his cheeks and showing where he will someday have laugh-lines. When you hear the sound, it settles in you and suddenly you no longer feel confused. You find yourself laughing with him, squeezing his hand back tightly. Ah, so that was it. You were in love with Deuce; your best friend and partner. You wonder mildly if anyone else noticed. Probably not.

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Mismatched Mails

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x fem!reader

Trope: The Boy Next Door

Genre: Fluff Fluff and Fluff cause our happy virus is full of LOVE

Summary: Y/N, intrigued by a misdelivered package, encounters Seokmin, the boy next door. As they navigate the mix-ups of the mismatched mailboxes, a charming friendship blossoms. Their shared journey includes reviving a neglected garden, late-night conversations, and laughter-filled moments.

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N : IT OUR SUNSHINE'S BIRTHDAY!!!!! I wish him all the love in this universe!!!!! Just one smile from him brightens my day I love him!!!

The unexpected package sat on my doorstep like a mystery waiting to be unraveled. Its label revealed that it was meant for Lee Seokmin, the boy next door – a neighbor I had barely exchanged more than a passing greeting with. This mishap felt like the perfect excuse to finally break the ice.

Summoning courage, I picked up the package and approached Seokmin's house. A nervous excitement tingled in my fingers as I knocked. The door opened, revealing Seokmin's warm smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N. This was delivered to my place by mistake. It's for you," I explained, extending the package toward him.

Seokmin's eyes widened in surprise as he accepted the box. "Y/N, right? Thanks a lot! I wasn't expecting anything today," he said, a grateful smile playing on his lips. It was the first time I had seen him up close, and his easy going demeanour made me feel oddly comfortable.

As he inspected the package, my eyes couldn't help but wander to our mailboxes. His, a faded red, stood next to the charming blue of mine. "Our mailboxes are quite a mismatch, huh?" I remarked, hoping to keep the conversation going.

Seokmin chuckled, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Yeah, they are. My grandpa gave me that old red one when I moved in. I always thought it added character," he shared, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

Curiosity sparked, I probed further. "Any particular reason for the blue one?"

He scratched his head, contemplating the question. "Honestly, it was the only one left at the hardware store when I moved in. Guess fate brought us these mismatched mailboxes," he mused, and our laughter echoed in the hallway.

Before I knew it, we were talking about everything from favourite books to childhood memories. As we chatted, the awkwardness dissipated, replaced by a growing sense of connection. As Seokmin closed the door, I couldn't help but smile.

The days that followed were a delightful blur of intentional mix-ups and newfound connection. Each interaction with Seokmin left me craving more, and it seemed he felt the same. Late-night conversations on the porch became our sanctuary, the only place where we could be completely ourselves.

One evening, after another successful mail exchange, we found ourselves sitting on the porch steps, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights. The air was filled with the subtle scent of blooming flowers, and the mismatched mailboxes stood as silent witnesses to our growing camaraderie.

Seokmin leaned back, his eyes scanning the night sky. "You know, Y/N, I never expected misdelivered mail to lead to such interesting conversations," he confessed, a playful smile playing on his lips.

I chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through me. "Life has a funny way of bringing people together, doesn't it?"

As we continued talking, I couldn't help but notice the genuine curiosity in Seokmin's eyes. It was as if every word I said mattered, and his laughter made me feel like I was part of something special. The mismatched mailboxes became our shared secret, a symbol of the serendipity that had brought us together.

One weekend, as we tackled the neglected community garden, Seokmin's hands dirtied from planting flowers, he turned to me with a mischievous grin. "You've got a little dirt on your face," he teased, reaching over to wipe a smudge from my cheek.

I couldn't suppress the laughter that bubbled up. "Thanks, gardener boy. You've got a little something, too," I replied, returning the favor.

As we worked side by side, our laughter echoed in the garden, blending with the rustling leaves and chirping crickets. With every shared joke and every stolen glance, the connection between us deepened, like roots intertwining beneath the surface.

In a quiet moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Seokmin looked at me with a sincerity that took my breath away. "You make everything feel lighter, Y/N. This garden, these moments – they mean more because you're a part of them."

His words lingered in the air, and I felt a flutter in my chest. The garden, once neglected, now flourished – a testament to the beauty that could emerge from collaboration and care.

As the days turned into weeks, and our garden project flourished, Seokmin and I found ourselves drawn even closer. The mismatched mailboxes, once a source of amusement, now stood as silent witnesses to the blossoming connection between us.

One lazy afternoon, as we sat in the shade of our flourishing garden, Seokmin's fingers idly traced the patterns of the mismatched mailboxes. "You know, we've put so much effort into this garden. Maybe it's time to give our mailboxes a little makeover too," he suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A makeover for our mailboxes?"

Seokmin nodded, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Why not? It's a fun way to mark the growth of our friendship."

And just like that, we decided to switch the mailboxes – a symbolic gesture of unity and the beginning of a shared journey. As we unscrewed the mailboxes from their posts, Seokmin spoke, his voice carrying a sense of quiet excitement.

"You know, these mailboxes have seen it all – the misdelivered packages, our late-night conversations, the birth of our garden. They've been witnesses to the story of us," he said, his gaze locked with mine.

I couldn't help but smile. "Our little mismatched mailboxes have become a part of our narrative, haven't they?"

With the switch complete, the charming blue mailbox now stood next to the faded red one. It felt like a visual representation of our intertwined lives. Seokmin grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "There we go – a match made in mailbox heaven."

As we sat on the porch, admiring our handiwork, Seokmin turned to me, his expression softening. "Y/N, from mismatched mail to a shared garden, you've made every moment brighter. I cherish the memories we've created together."

His words hung in the air, and I felt a warmth spreading through me. "Seokmin, you've brought so much joy into my life. I couldn't imagine this journey with anyone else."

In that quiet moment, with the mismatched mailboxes standing as a testament to our unique story, Seokmin's hand found mine, fingers intertwining in a gentle, reassuring grip. Our eyes locked, and I could sense a vulnerability in his gaze that mirrored my own feelings. His voice, a mere whisper, carried a weight of emotions. "Y/N," he said, his breath warm against my skin, "from the first misdelivered package to this very moment, every step with you has been a treasure. I don't want to imagine this journey with anyone else."

My heart fluttered in response to his sincerity, and as he leaned in, the world around us seemed to fade away. Our lips met in a tender kiss, a fusion of shared laughter, late-night conversations, and the unspoken confessions that had shaped our connection. In that intimate embrace, the mismatched mailboxes became more than a quirky detail – they became the symbols of our journey, our resilience, and the beautifully imperfect love that had unfolded.

As our kiss lingered, Seokmin pulled back, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. "Y/N, I don't know about you, but for me, this feels like the beginning of something extraordinary. What do you say we let our story continue?"

A surge of affection overwhelmed me, and I nodded, unable to find words that could encapsulate the depth of my emotions. Seokmin smiled, a soft and understanding expression, and with our hands still entwined, we sat on the porch, the mismatched mailboxes behind us, illuminated by the soft glow of our garden.

"Here's to the future, Y/N," Seokmin whispered, his voice filled with hope and promise.

"Here's to the future," I echoed, and in that moment, beneath the stars and surrounded by the symbols of our unique love story, we embarked on a new chapter that promised laughter, shared dreams, and the beauty that comes from embracing the unexpected.

BONUS

Our home was a lively swirl of laughter and chatter as friends gathered to celebrate Seokmin's birthday. Soonyoung and Seungkwan, the dynamic duo, were in the middle of their classic bickering routine, providing the background music to our joyful chaos.

"Soonyoung, if you eat another slice of cake before the birthday boy, you're in trouble!" Seungkwan playfully scolded, brandishing a spatula as his weapon of choice.

Soonyoung grinned mischievously. "Can't resist the temptation, Seungkwan. It's for quality control purposes! Tiger never fails to check!"

Amid the banter, I searched for Seokmin, who was surrounded by friends, a warm glow in his eyes. When he noticed me approaching, a grin stretched across his face. "Hey, beautiful. What's the plan?"

Leaning in, I whispered into his ear, "I have a surprise for you. Follow me."

Curiosity sparkled in Seokmin's eyes as I led him to a more secluded corner. With a mischievous smile, I placed his hand on my stomach. His eyes widened with realization, and a mixture of emotions danced in his gaze.

"Happy birthday, Seokmin," I whispered, a teasing smile playing on my lips. "Looks like we're going to have a little someone joining our story."

His eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Y/N, this is the best birthday gift ever. I can't believe we're going to be parents."

As we shared the news with Soonyoung and Seungkwan, the atmosphere shifted from playful banter to heartfelt congratulations. Soonyoung's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Whoa, a mini-Seokmin on the way! We're going to have so much fun spoiling that kid. We can name them BooSeokSoon or better Horanghae~~"

Seungkwan giving BOObamstic a side eye to Soonyoung and his tiger agenda, added with a grin, "Congratulations, you two. Parenthood – the grandest adventure of all."

As the party continued, Seokmin couldn't stop smiling. He held my hand, his thumb tracing small circles over my fingers, a silent acknowledgment of the new chapter unfolding in our lives.

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Dead Letters, Missing Wife

Dead Letter #0 & 1 Marriage Certificate and 'Come Find Me'

[a cleaned up and longer version of this post and prompt]

You had just turned 18 over the weekend. Reaching the age of majority or whatever. Sunday birthdays are whatever, you have the day off of school and responsibilities but the looming threat of Monday hangs over the entire day.

At least with this Monday you have the joy of looking forward to belated birthday letters and things being delivered to you since the mail doesn't go on Sundays.

Sure enough after school there was a small stack of letters for you.

Grandma, aunts, uncles, your one weird cousin that lives in the mountains.

All birthday wishes and greetings. I was nice.

Then there was a large, thick envelope that said, "Department of Recognition, Vows, and Contracts."

You carefully tear along the edge of the large envelope and open it. Two things are there. One is something that looks like what you imagine your eventual college diploma would look like. Thick, impressive paper that almost feels laminated, some kind of fun calligraphy across it. There was also a piece of paper.

The paper was forgotten about at first.

The certificate, was a marriage certificate. For you and your first crush, your best friend at 6 years old, Siobhan.

There was your name and Siobhan Winters.

"This certificate recognizes the wedding vows exchanged between these two parties as complete and binding upon the youngest reaching their age of majority."

The memories come flooding back. You hadn't thought of Siobhan in years. Hell, you haven't even seen them in twice as long.

You were a demanding six year old. It was something about you that you were just adamant that this was how things were and how they were supposed to be. And seeing Siobhan, a cute little kid with long blonde hair that was so blonde it was almost white, big green eyes, and just this quiet demeanor to everyone but you, of course she was the one that you figured out what the terms "crush" and "fall in love" and everything meant. Those words were just words, descriptions of parents and grandparents and why they were together for so long, but Siobhan was the person that made the definition real and gave it tangibility and form for you.

She was your best friend but that wasn't quite enough for you at six years old. You dragged her to the pond out back of the neighborhood. The pond was on the edge of a small wood, really nothing more than a copse of trees and wilderness in the suburban sprawl, but it felt like a great and terrible wood when you were that small.

You donned a veil because there was something Traditional, and Correct, about hiding your face from your best friend/crush. You didn't have a ring but you did spend your allowance on candy at the corner shop, and in your haul were two candy rings.

There were somethings about weddings that you know, but you don't know much.

You know there was a veil, that was very important. You know there were rings. You know there were vows and witnesses.

There were vows, you know that for a fact. You just can't quite remember, now, what they were. Siobhan said them with such gravitas and meaning and weight to them that you still feel the shivers up your spine when you think about it.

The frogs were your witnesses.

The ring pops were the binding rings, exchanged with words of devotion.

Siobhan lifted your veil, and pulled you into a hug.

As far as the two of you were concerned, you were married!

The frogs croaked in happiness.

Apparently, the Department of Recognition, Vows, and Contracts also thought that the marriage was real. And as the younger of the two, you were the last one to reach the age of majority, and the marriage certificate was mailed to you.

As if that answered any questions.

The nostalgia calls after you and you want to remember Siobhan as they were and not the hazy memories of childhood.

You immediately start digging through your old year books, or whatever the grade school equivalent of a year books was.

It was only then that you recall that Siobhan never made it to picture day in kindergarten.

Nor did she make it to picture day the year after, or the year after, or any year until she moved away in sixth grade.

Puzzled, intrigued, and now even more confused, you head downstairs where you find your mom working hard on a crossword puzzle.

"Hey, what's a four letter word for black and white?" she asks.

"Oreo," you answer without really thinking about it. "Hey, do you remember my friend Siobhan? From kindergarten and grade school?"

Your mom finishes filling in your answer, looking pleased with herself for having most of the puzzle finished. "Was that the weird one with the cape and the glasses?"

"No, that was Steph."

"Oh yeah, she really loved random trivia, didn't she?"

"Yup."

"Siobhan was the one that was always looking for dinosaur bones in everyone's backyard?"

"That's Joel. No, Siobhan. She came over all the time, we would go play in the backyard, and went to the park together like every day. You didn't like her dad like at all. One day after kindergarten I demanded that I was gonna make her my wife and did a little ceremony out by the pond."

"Oh! Right!" Your mom looks up at you, lost in memory for a second. "Lived across the street, wild black hair, always asked if we had Cheetos."

"No. Mom. That was Matt. Siobhan. Cute kid, always seemed to be the smallest kid in class. Green eyes that had a look you called 'an old soul with the million yard stare'. Platinum blonde hair that was almost grey in a very long braid all the time."

Your mom makes eye contact with you but she doesn't seem to see you. "You never had a friend like that," she says in a strange, almost monotone.

Confused and a little weirded out, you decide to drop it, and head back up to your room. If you mom wasn't going to help you then perhaps the internet would. You don't like to brag, but you're extremely adept at Facebook stalking and finding people.

One time, at your part time job over the summer, you had a really weird coworker that you only knew for three days, lied about almost everything, and then was fired for being outrageously high on the clock. They claimed that they were getting a job in a small town in Alaska as a Fire Marshall and promptly disappeared.

All you had to find them was their first name and the fact that they worked at the same place you did for a very short amount of time.

It took you only a couple of days to find them. They did not move to Alaska, they went one town over and bounced around between barbacking jobs and running a mildly successful etsy shop.

So you use all the skills that you possess and try to reach out to all sorts of people to find someone with a shared memory of Siobhan. Friends, teachers, people you shared classes with that you'd rather never speak to again.

Every. Single. Response. "You never had a friend like that."

This went from being some weird, intriguing mystery, to something vaguely sinister, and deeply creepy.

No one seemed to remember Siobhan except for you. You remember them now, perfectly. Your first crush. The first person you ever developed feelings for, as real and as deep as any 6 year old possibly could develop.

You remember her vividly. Hugging her was the best. She was shy and didn't like to be touched too much, so when she did let you hug her it was the best. It was like hugging a piece of glass. Sharp, beautiful, and fragile. You always felt that if you hugged her too tightly she was shatter.

There was no way you could let this rest now. No way that you could let this end now.

You call the government office that issued you the certificate of marriage. Or at least. You tried to contact the government office.

The website listed no such department, neither locally nor federally.

You called city hall and they transferred you to a dead line.

Out of desperation you called the post office to see where the letter came from.

"Hello," you say for the fifth time this particular call after being transferred too many times. "I was hoping that you could help me track down who sent me a letter and not transfer me to someone else. I received a marriage certificate with my name and information but I can't find anyone who would have sent this to me, the department seemingly doesn't exist."

The deep, bored, and phlegmy voice asked simply, "And your spouse?"

"Siobhan Winters, I can't find any record of her either!" you say, perhaps too loudly, but your frustration is overwhelming you.

"Oh. You got a dead letter. Undeliverable since Siobhan Winters ain't here. But if your her spouse w can send you all the stuff we got sitting here for her. Do you accept?"

"Yes! Wait. What? What do you mean?"

"Everything will be delivered to you in the next two to three business days, thank you for contacting the Dead Letter Office. You have a pleasant day."

You couldn't do anything else before he hung up. You stare at the phone for a while before putting it down.

All you can do is wait for the dead letters to make it to you.

When the letters finally arrived there were boxes full. At least six boxes full of mail, and a few packages. It would take you, by rough estimate, at least three days to go through it all. Even if half of it was spam mail, it would take forever.

But on top of one of the boxes that you just found outside your front door, seemingly delivered before the sun rose, was a letter. It was addressed to you, sort of.

"To the spouse of Siobhan Winters"

That was you, by all accounts.

The letter was sealed with wax, and seemingly made out of heavy parchment, like some kind of ancient letter.

You opened it first.

"To my love,

I fear I must apologize for a great many things. I never wished to abandon you or break our vows, but there are actions I must take, deeds that must be done, purposes I must fulfill. If you have found this, found me, then I am sure you have many questions.

If you must search me out, then you can find my trail starting at our favorite place.

I love you still. I love you forever.

I still remember our vows and will endeavor to never corrupt or break them.

Please find me.

I miss you.

I need you.

I am so afraid.

Yours till the end of time,

Siobhan Winters"

You carefully fold the letter, and hold it close to you for a second.

It seems like you have to go out and find your wife.

You bring all the boxes inside, carefully put them in your bedroom where space is already running low. Your parents, barely awake and carefully sipping coffee watch you with mild confusion and interest.

"Everything good?" your dad asked as you carried in the last box.

"Mix up with the post office. A bunch of unsent mail finally made it my way," you half explain.

"Ok..."

With all of the boxes in your room you start to unpack and sort them.

There were hundreds if not thousands of spam mail for Siobhan. It seems that the only people that remember her are you and the person in charge of trying to sell HelloFresh boxes.

There seemed to be four serious piles of mail by the time that you finish sorting all six boxes.

The first pile, the biggest one, was spam mail. The one inexhaustible truth in the universe.

They were all addressed to Siobhan Winters, but seemingly were listed under a couple dozen addresses all over the country. There was something there, a code or a pattern in Siobhan's movements. But you don't quite have the brain power to think that one through.

The second pile were bills. None of them were overdue, but just notices for the stopping and starting of service. This felt like a pattern too, one that you could combine with the spam mail to really track where Siobhan had been over the course of the years she's been gone.

But that wasn't the important thing, yet.

Because the third and forth piles were much more interesting, and they were all addressed to "The Spouse of Siobhan Winters".

There were letters, all extremely similar to the first one you opened, all addressed the same, all sealed similarly.

Then there were packages. They were of various sizes but most of them were pretty small.

This was a mystery and an adventure, so you wanted to start at the end. Find Siobhan right away and then work through the rest.

After carefully looking over each letter you see that there were small numbers written on the back of each letter and package, right near the seal.

You couldn't make out the exact details of the seal in the dark purple wax, but you realize that it was probably a tower of some kind with some squiggly line accents.

The last letter, one with the number 60 on it, was the highest one you found, so you opened that one first.

Answers to start, adventure later.

"My love,

There is an order and a reason for this. It may be difficult, and it may change you in ways that you cannot see or predict. I say this now, here, that the road is long and difficult, for the better and the worse, and the changes are fundamental and total and incomprehensible until you go through it.

I do not want to discourage you from this journey.

I want you to be prepared.

You cannot remain, the act of searching has already started and changed you. There is no going back.

If you stop I would not blame you, nor would I intrude upon the peace you would inevitably seek and find. I would weep for the loss.

If you do wish to continue, you must know that there is an order, a reason, and a pattern to the journey. You cannot jump to the end, even though I recall you desperately reading the last chapters of books in school because you needed to know if there was a happy ending. This is not a story you can skip to the end.

I'm sorry.

The journey will be long and will alter everything for you. In the end there will be a choice, for you to make alone.

I'm sorry that all you have of me are these dead letters. But if you follow them in order, if you undergo the journey with me, after me, you will understand.

Yours for all time,

Siobhan"

You close the letter and sit on your bed.

After all this time she still remembers you so clearly it seemed. You still look up the plot summary of movies and TV shows before you start watching them. You'll spoil yourself left and right on things to make sure that they aren't going to end badly or not be worth the time investment.

It seems that this is not something that you can skip to the end of, this is a journey that you will have to take from the beginning.

There were so many letters and packages.

And you had a feeling that many of these things would have you going to wildly different places.

You grab your bag, stuff in some snacks and a bottle of water, and grab letter number 2.

If this is how it has to be, then you're going to start walking to the old pond where the two of you got married in kindergarten.

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maiko-san · 5 months

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sneak peak on the prologue

I woke up with sweat covering my entire body, my heart beats fast against my ribcage and my breathing is uneven.

'Another nightmare'

I run my fingers through my hair as I let out a frustrated sigh, it has been a week- wait no a month. I have the same dream over and over, but everytime I wake up. I couldn't remember what it was, everything was a blur.

But I know that dream has meaning, something bad is going to happen.

I get off the comfort of my bed and went to the kitchen, a cup of cold water could calm down my nerve. Once I got my drink, I stand near the window and see my reflection.

I look horrible. With bags under my eyes, my lips are chapped and my greying brown hair is unkept. I put away the empty glass and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

After I'm done, I went outside to water my small garden. The flowers are blooming and showing their brightest colours for everyone to see, I couldn't help but smile. Gardening is one of my favourite hobbies.

"Good morning, Mr. Abel!" a voice said causing my to turn my attention to the gate, it was Henry. A young mail man that lives a few blocks away. With a smile plaster on his lips as he pulls out a letter from his bag.

"Good morning, Henry. Got a letter for me?" I questioned the young man.

"Yup! You got yourself a letter!" Henry chirps as he hands over the letter to me. I take it from his hand. "Thanks, Henry" I said as Henry tips his cap. "Your welcome!" he said before walking up to the next house to deliver a letter.

I turn my attention to the letter in my hand, I couldn't help but smile as soon I recognised the hand writing on the envelope.

It was from my niece, Charlie. I open the letter and reads it.

Dear Uncle Abel,

Hello, Uncle Abel! I hope you are doing well in your little cozy home! I'm doing fine if you're wondering! I just want to say..... I got my dream job! Yippe!

I can't wait to get started with my new job, wish me luck and by the way, take good care of yourself!

Your beloved niece, Charlie.

I shake my head as I let out a small chuckle, Charlie always the brightest person. I notice there is a photo, I take it out and smiles at the sight of my niece smiling for the camera.

For some reason, I feel a tingle in my chest and it was unsettling......but I ignored it.

Timeskip

A week has passed and my days went as normal. Currently, I am watching the TV. There's nothing much to do in the weekends, I could go out and went to the park.

As I was about to take a sip of my coffee, my phone rings. I check the number and it belongs to Annie, Charlie's mother.

I pick up the phone.

"Hello" I said.

"Abel, I need your help...." Annie's voice enters my ears, she sound distressed.

"What's wrong, Annie?" I questioned her. All I could hear was sobbing.

"It's Charlie...." she sobbed. My brows knitted together, "What happened?" I asked her but all I hear are crying. "I-I'll get to your house, alright" I said as I quickly grab my keys and drive my way towards her house that is 7miles away from here.

"She hasn't answered any of my calls for a week— I even tried messaging her— I-I asked her friends but they doesn't know where she is— Abel, please you got to help me" cried Annie as she hugs me tightly, I gently rub her back as I comfort her.

"Tell me, when the last time you contacted her?" I questioned her, Annie wipes away her tears. "A-at her workplace....I did tried contacting the HR but they never answered my calls" she explained.

"Where's the place she work at?" Annie look up to me, "Charlie d-didn't tell you?" she stuttered. "Tell me what?".

"She's working for C&A, Abel"

My heart drops at her statement.

That company supposed to be shut down 5 years ago! Why it is still running? I stand up from the couch and went to the door, I turn my head slightly.

"Abel....?"

"I will find her, Annie. Don't you worry" I said.

I finally arrive at the building and it's already night time.The place is the same as before and nothing has changed. This place doesn't have any security or whatsoever, everything looks abandoned.

"How did you manage to get a job here, Charlie..." I whispered, questioning how she gets a job at an abandoned place. I hop out of my truck and put on my satchel and bring out my flashlight.

I open the gate and make my way into the building, everything is dark. I turn on my flashlight to see an empty building, each footsteps I took leaves an echoe.

"Charlie?" I called out. Hoping that she reply.

I hear something scattering across the floor, I shine my flashlight towards the source and it was a rat, I turn away from it and resume my search. Calling out for Charlie for time to time.

I went through all the rooms that the building has but there's nothing, could it be they have a different building at a different location?

No, Annie gave me the exact address.....

There has to be something here, like...like a hidden door? A hidden office? Yes, that's the only thing I could think off.

As I continue my search, I noticed a shelf blocking something. I quickly make my way towards it and check what's behind it, I could make it out but I noticed there is a door behind it.

I push the shelf aside and it was a bright red door, it was just an emergency exit. I let out a frustrated sigh as I slowly turn away, it's just an exit door. As I take a step, I hear the door creaks open.

A bead of sweat rolls down my cheek as I slowly turn my head, behind the door I see a light source peeking through the small gap. I turn around and push the door open.

My eyes widen at the sight of a desk with an old computer and a headset.

My flashlight drops to the ground, "No, she didn't —" before I could even react. The door behind me slams shut as I takes a few steps away. The single light flickers on and off. Then, something strikes from the shadows and binds me down.

"Argh!" whatever holding me down was strong and I couldn't see due to the flickering light. I lift my head to see the computer screen glitching wildly before showing me a game screen title and before I knew it, I feel the headsets strap itself to my face by an invisible force.

The last thing I see was....darkness.

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Out of Hours (Professor Pike x F! Reader)

Summary: Marcus Pike has taken up office in the room across the hall from your PhD tutor’s and it seems like neither of you can get enough of each other

Warnings: penetrative (p in v) sex, unprotected sex, creampie, ass slapping (this is Marcus), kissing, age gap relationship (10-15 years although not explicitly mentioned how big), a little fluff in there too

*****

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We can’t do this.”

The words hung in the air between panting breaths; a verbal acknowledgement that this is something that you shouldn’t be doing not working to put a stop to the way his palms skimmed across your thighs beneath your skirt or the way your nails dug into his shoulders over his white shirt.

Professor Pike - not your professor directly but rather one who had settled in the office across from your tutor’s - had joined the University at the start of the year after a career change while you were heading into your second year of your PhD. You had first crossed paths on the day he moved into the office, his head looking up to where you had knocked on his office door as you held out some mail that had been delivered for him.

You had never really cared much about your job as administrative assistant to the art history department. It was enough to pay the rent and bills as you studied but now that it brought you to his office at least once a day and his messy hair and friendly smile always greeted you with “how was your day?” or “there was a documentary on at the weekend, I think you would be interested in,” it was enough that you started to look forward to coming into work, holding onto his mail till last so you could spend an extra minute in his office. Your relationship had never strayed from this set-up, kind and friendly remarks that were enough to put a smile on your face for the rest of the day, until just after the Fall break.

Every so often you had to stay late to work through whatever admin the professors had decided to land on your desk at exactly 5 on the dot, and this night you were staying particularly late. You had bumped into Marcus in the kitchen, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you stepped in to pour yourself a cup of coffee and he had asked you what you were doing here so late. Small talk soon turned to both of you sitting at the table, an hour passing before you jumped up and realized you were five minutes from missing the last bus home with your car in the garage. He had offered to take you but you politely declined, taking a second you really didn’t have to come back and wish him a goodnight before you ran for the bus.

That one night turned to two and then two turned to three, the both of you finding your way to the kitchen or his office to chat after a long day, and suddenly here you were months later tumbling into his office as his arm wrapped around your waist and his mouth pressed to yours the second his office door swung open.

His hands slid down your body, grabbing and squeezing as he went before he gripped the back of your thighs and held you up against the door. His mouth moved hungirly against yours, his tongue slipping inside as he lifted you from the door and carried you to the desk where he moved whatever had been left there with a frustrated groan before he settled you on the cold wood.

His hand gripped the side of your neck as he dragged his lips across your cheek and along your jaw before he sucked on the point just below your ear that had you shaking. He had learned what you liked quickly, his mouth spreading to a smile that was pressing against your skin as his hands continued to slide up your legs.

It was then you both uttered your “we shouldn’t” and “we can’t” but neither of you moved, your hands coming up to the back of his head as your fingers threaded into his hair and he kissed lower, down to your chest. His lips dragged along the square neck of your t-shirt, his hands coming to hold beneath your breasts and push up as he kissed and licked back and forth, and your head was thrown back, your hips rocking forward and grinding against his as he stepped closer between your legs.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “you come here in this skirt today, do you know how hard it's been to even pretend to concentrate?”

You gasped as his teeth grazed across your skin, his hands spreading across your sides and bunching up the t-shirt that was tucked into your floral skirt higher and higher until he had pulled it over your head and you were left in your bra. He took a moment to look, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as his eyes flicked up to yours.

“Did you wear the skirt to tease me?”

“It- it was warm today, I-”

You stopped when he tugged your bra down, lips wrapping around one of your nipples as his hand coming to pull and twist on the other.

“Is that the only reason?” He mumbled against your skin.

You shook your head, looking down with a smirk.

“Naughty girl,” he lifted his head, shaking it up at you before his hands slid up the inside of your thighs and his fingers danced along the seam of your underwear. “I think maybe you deserve a punishment for that…”

He slipped you off the desk, turning you around quickly and bending you over until your front was flush against the cool surface. Your hands slapped down against the wood, catching yourself as he gathered up the material of your skirt and flipped it over your ass.

“Marcus!” You gasped his name as his hands palmed your soft skin, spreading you open as you let your forehead fall against the desk.

You tried to think if anyone else was still in the building; sometimes the other admin assistant, Luke, liked to stay late and the walls really weren’t that thick-

“No one else is here, don’t worry,” Marcus calmed your racing mind, noticing how your body had tensed beneath his.

His words made you relax and you looked back over your shoulder at him, his eyes that had been firmly staring at the point between your legs flicking up to yours and you raised an eyebrow, wiggling your hips back at him. His mouth that had been hanging open stretched to a grin, his teeth biting the corner of his bottom lip as he shook his head.

“I haven’t forgotten how you’ve teased me all day, honey.” His hands let go of you, his fingers working to unbutton his shirt sleeves at the wrist before rolling them up to his forearms. He did it slowly, his face giving nothing away as he stared back at you and you were completely at his mercy, your back arching slightly as he raised an eyebrow while a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “First you wear this skirt,” he spoke lowly, a rasp catching on his words from how needy he was becoming. His hand came down against your ass and your chest lurched forward against the wood, your forehead coming to rest back against the desk before he spoke again. “Then in the meeting you walk by and press yourself up against me.” Another slap in the same spot and you bit down on your lip. “And then you send me a photo of that pretty lace bra you’re wearing today.” This slap harder than the others, the moan slipping from your mouth as his hand stayed in place, sliding down between your legs to pull your underwear to the side.

“Look how wet you are,” he groaned, his finger dipping through your folds before sliding towards your clit and making your whole body shake. “Is this how wet you get when you spend the whole day teasing me?”

“I’ve been like this all day,” you huffed, impatient and wanting him to touch you where you needed him most.

“You should have come to see me earlier.” You could hear the smile in his voice, his fingers moving back and forth and skimming over where you needed him. “I could have had a taste of you right here on the desk. Or maybe I’d have let you sit under it and suck my cock as I marked some papers, hm?”

“Marcus, I need you,” you whined, trying to push back against him but his hand on your hip stopped you.

“What do you want?”

“You.” Your voice went higher as he slid his fingers back along your folds and pushed two in to curl deep inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit at the same time.

“You have me,” he replied, smirking down at you as you moaned loudly. He leaned over you, his broad chest pressing you harder against the desk as he licked behind your ear and brought it between his teeth before he spoke again. “I need you to be specific, honey. Be a good girl and use your words and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Your cock Marcus! I want it, please, I need it inside, I-” You cut yourself off with a moan as you heard a zip lower and felt his fingers slip out before the head of his cock swiped through your folds, pushing slowly inside and letting you feel every ridge and vein until he was all the way in and he pulled back to stand over you. “Fuck, Marcus,” you managed to gasp.

“Is this what you wanted?” He punctured the end of his sentence as he pulled out and thrust back in. “Hm? You come in wearing this skirt today and want me to bend you over the desk and fuck you with my cock?”

“It was hot out-”

Marcus’s hands gripped your hips before fucking into you hard and fast as your words caught in your throat and you could barely take a breath in.

“I think,” he said through gritted teeth, “we both know that's not true, is it honey?”

His hand pressed on the bottom of your back, your arms falling flat against the table as he continued to pound into you and your fingers gripped the edge of the table. His hand began to slide up your back before holding the back of your neck and keeping you there as his other hand gripped your hip.

“Can you touch yourself?” He panted above you, his thumb drawing circles against your hip as he waited for an answer.

You wanted to answer him but you couldn't find your voice, instead nodding your head and letting your cheek rub against the desk while sliding your hand down and pressing it between your legs. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, his shirt still on and now rolled up at the sleeves with the top couple of buttons undone while he was now missing his tie. You guessed that he had taken it off the second his office hours finished, his hands always itching to loosen it that bit more during the day until he could finally be free of it.

His hand on your hip lifted to run through his hair, dragging it down his face before he landed another slap on your ass and he went back to gripping your hip.

Your eyes rolled as you moaned, your fingers still working to bring you closer to the edge as you forced your body to relax and you were left looking up to the shelves of books against the wall. It wasn’t as busy as some of the other professors but not because he didn’t have as much; it was because Marcus would roll his eyes at the cost of the “required reading” list and had started to hand out his own books to his students on the promise they would come back the way they left.

Marucs was like that - kind to a fault, always with a smile - and while his hand raised and he placed another slap right where you knew it would be stinging to sit down tomorrow you smiled, knowing that you got to see this side of him too.

“There you go. that's it,” Marcus groaned as the coil pulled tighter and together in the pit of your stomach.

You could feel his belt dig into the back of your thighs but you didn't care, not when he was moaning your name and hitting something deep inside you that had you seeing stars.

“You're so close already,” he groaned, slowing down slightly, “let me feel you squeeze my cock, honey. Let go for me.”

You could barely warm him before you were coming, his hands holding you against the desk as your legs shook and you were just glad his weight was holding yours up or you would have collapsed on the floor.

“Fuck,” he groaned slowly, “that's it honey.”

You were a mess of moans and gasps, unable to tell him how good it felt as your hand fell back onto the table and he slipped his hand beneath you, pulling you back against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. His hand stayed on your neck, turning your head to face him over your shoulder as his mouth crashed against yours. It was all teeth and tongue, the very definition of a messy kiss, but you both moaned into it as your nails dug into his forearm.

You could tell he was close and your other hand slipped up to hold the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair to keep his mouth against you as his hand slid up from your stomach to your chest, gripping your breast as his hips hit against yours.

He came with a muffled cry of your name, his body pressed as close to yours as possible as he spilled inside and you hummed contently back against him. The kiss slowed until you broke apart, his lips pressing to your forehead as you bit back a smile and closed your eyes.

With still panting breaths, your hands fell against the desk to hold you up as Marcus kissed along your shoulder while fixing your bra. He reached by you to pull a few tissue papers, pulling out with a groan before cleaning your mixed mess as he continued to kiss your shoulder, your neck, your temple, before throwing them in the bin and turning you in his arms.

When his lips pressed against yours they were much softer now, his hands rubbing up and down your arms as you relaxed into his touch.

He was always like this - hungry for you the second you stepped over the threshold of his office as he took you hard and fast like he couldn't hold back until you were both getting dressed again and his touch turned softer, lingering for a second like he didn't want to say goodbye just yet.

When he finally pulled back he kissed your forehead once, doing his belt back up as you scanned around for your shirt.

It had been thrown over the chair and you shook your head with a laugh as Marcus walked around to the other side of the desk, pulling the white material back from being inside out and slipping it over your head.

“Are you hungry?”

You looked up from where you were tucking your t-shirt back into the skirt, glancing quickly at the clock and noticing it was well later than you usually stayed before turning to Marcus. He looked… nervous; his fingers tapping on his desk and his teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“I could eat?” You found yourself staying, not quite sure where this was going.

Maybe he didn't eat his lunch and was offering you to take it, he'd done that once before - the first night he had also drove you home, or maybe he was just making conversation. He walked around the table before stopping in front of you, a large gap between your bodies as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Do you- Do you want to get some?”

“Food?”

“Yeah, yes, if you want? There's a diner on the way to yours that is open late if you need a lift?”

“I don't need a lift, I- I brought my car,” you said, shaking your head and he nodded, offering a tight lip smile as he placed his hands in his pocket.

“You're right, it's fine, forget it I-”

“No wait,” you stopped him, reaching forward and grabbing his forearm that was still bare with his shirt sleeves bunched up below his elbows. “I’d like to go,” you said slowly and he tilted his head ever so slightly, looking cuter than he should after just bending you over the table and fucking you hard. “I’ll just need to drive my car so I have it in the morning but I could follow you there?”

His nerves turned into a soft smile, his hands sliding from his pockets as he stepped forward against and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I just need to get a few things but I can meet you down at the entrance?” You nodded back, reaching to squeeze his hand before turning and heading back to the office you worked out from.

It almost felt domestic, the way his kiss had lingered on the edge of your lip as your hand squeezed his before you were both heading down to meet at the door.

You knew you would be lying to say that you hadn’t thought about if there could be more between you, if maybe whatever this was could slip into something else, and so you couldn’t stop the butterflies that swarmed your stomach as you grabbed your jacket and bag and headed down the stairs.

He was already waiting by the door by the time you got to the ground floor, his back leaning against it and his jacket folded over his arm as he held his briefcase.

His head lifted up to look at you, a smile covering his face as he held out a hand towards you and you held your breath, slipping yours into the hold like it was made to fit.

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All Too Well (AG) pt.4

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Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still tryin' to find it

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own

Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

Time moved so slowly. Days felt like weeks. Minutes felt like hours. My schedule for the last eight months consisted of waking up, going to work, and coming back home.

It had been eight months since the breakup. I hadn’t heard from Andrew at all since then.

I’m grateful for that, though. It allowed me to fully heal without him interrupting and pulling me back in. However, sometimes I wish he did interrupt.

“Hey, Y/N.” I looked over to see the woman at the front desk waving me over. “Sorry to interrupt you on your way out, but someone left a package for you.”

I looked up at her with a frown on my face, “Here? Why would they deliver it to my work?”

She wearily looked at me and shrugged, “I don’t know, some guy came by and dropped it off yesterday around 5.” She lifted the package and handed it to me, “I told him you had already went home for the day, and he just nodded and left.”

I looked at her for a moment before smiling and walking towards the door, “Ah well…thank you for holding it for me.”

“No problem, have a nice night!”

Great, now I have to walk ten blocks to my apartment with a heavy box from an unknown sender.

I flipped over the package looking for a return address but to no avail. For the first time, I looked at my name that was written on the box and felt a tinge of nausea.

It was in Andrew’s handwriting.

Why was he here? Did he personally deliver this to the office? Did my one chance at seeing him again slip away without me knowing?

Everything felt like it was spinning, and my vision threatened to blur as I hurried down the street to my apartment.

Once I opened the apartment door, I threw my bag and keys down on the ground and brought the package over to the coffee table. I sat at the edge of the couch, leg slightly bouncing.

Why was I so scared to open it? It was just from Andrew.

I shook my head and decided to throw all caution to the wind. I opened the package, only to be hit with a familiar scent. It smelled like him.

I stared at the contents of the box, not understanding what I was seeing.

All of my things. Mailed back to me. Eight months after we last saw each other.

Why now? Why didn’t he just give this back after a few weeks? It just didn’t make sense.

I slowly pulled out a couple shirts, a sweatshirt, picture frames, books…and a small sticky note at the bottom of the box.

I’m sorry I didn’t give these back in person. Just couldn’t bring myself to see you again.

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week

'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me

You can't get rid of it

'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah

It had been three days since Andrew gave back my things. Since then, my head has been clouded with thoughts of him and the relationship. Once again, he had me in the palm of his hand.

Since it was finally the weekend, I decided that I deserved to go get coffee and do a bit of reading. I just needed a moment to myself.

I decided on a coffee shop near the apartment and started my walk there.

Opening the door to the shop, I felt the warm air hit my face. I walked up to the counter and ordered an iced coffee, standing over by the pickup station.

I was staring down at my phone, when I looked over and saw a man waiting next to me wearing a black baseball cap, black sunglasses, and…a red scarf.

My red scarf.

I averted my eyes quickly and held my head down, trying to keep all attention off me.

“’Y/N!” The barista sat down my drink on the counter.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe and walked up to get my drink. As I turned back to walk to a table, I couldn’t help my wandering eyes.

There was Andrew. Taking off his sunglasses and giving me a look I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

He looked at me without breaking eye contact, then shook his head and let out a small laugh, “God, what a coincidence.”

I let my shoulders drop slightly before joining his laughter, “Yeah, it feels comedic almost.”

His laugh faded away before he looked at me and gestured to a table across the shop, “Can we talk?”

This was a bad idea. Terrible idea, even. But I couldn’t say no to him.

I walked over to the chair and sat down, releasing a brief sigh.

He sat across from me, a small smile on his lips. “So how are you?”

“I’m good, you?”

“Y/N, can we not do this? I want to actually talk to you, not just meaningless small talk.”

I sat back in my chair, shaking my head slightly. “I like your scarf.”

He looked at me with a brief look of confusion before his shoulders dropped, “Yeah, it’s my favorite. I couldn’t bring myself to give it back.”

I nodded, taking a sip of my drink, “You kept it because it’s your favorite? Or does it remind you of me?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to be so blunt with him.

“Maybe a bit of both, I guess.” He took off his hat, running his hand through his hair. “And I couldn’t bring myself to give back your things because it meant I really lost you. I wanted to keep the scarf to just have a piece of you still here. I regret everything I did to you when we were together. I wish I wouldn’t have reacted the way I did that night.”

“You can keep the scarf. I don’t want it back.”

His mouth quirked up into a small smile, “Can we have dinner together tonight? I have to run back to set because we are filming something a few blocks over, but I want to continue this talk later. I just want to talk things over in private. We can at least try to be friends if you want to.”

This was such a bad idea. So bad. But maybe it would help us both grieve over the relationship we lost.

Before I even realized what I was doing, “Yeah, sure. Sounds nice.”

'Cause there we are again when I loved you so

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

It was rare, I was there

I remember it all too well

Wind in my hair, you were there

You remember it all

Down the stairs, you were there

You remember it all

It was rare, I was there

I remember it all too well

“God, you were always so bad at dancing.”

“But at least I tried, right?”

I shook my head, feeling slightly intoxicated from the wine Andrew and I shared. We were in a dimly lit corner of a restaurant near my apartment. Everything felt so nice. It made me hopeful that maybe him and I could actually be friends.

If not lovers, friends would do.

Suddenly we both grew quiet, stolen glances from across the table.

“You know I really love you. I just didn’t know how to treat you when I had you. And I will regret that every day of my life. What we had was so real. I never felt like that before and I haven’t since you left.” He looked up at me and saw my watery eyes and my head hanging low. “I lost the one real thing I had. You loved me and loved all the bullshit that came along with me, and I threw it away.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Andrew brought his hands to his face and huffed loudly, “Can you just please say we can start over? Please Y/N, I need to hear you say that. I have been a wreck since you left and I just feel lost.”

I scoffed, tears spilling out of my eyes, “How do you expect me to forget everything you put me through? I can’t just pretend that none of it happened.”

He was growing impatient, “I’m not asking you to forget, I just want you to forgive me. Please.” And maybe even a little desperate.

“Andrew, you don’t know how much I want to forgive you. But I can’t do that to myself. You broke me.” As serious as this conversation was, I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “And when I start to feel okay, somehow you always find your way back. So maybe we are meant to find our way back to each other.”

I looked up to see a wave of disbelief and relief wash over his features, “Are you serious? Y/N, I promise if you do give us a second chance I won’t fuck it up.”

I was about to speak when his phone started ringing. He started rustling through his coat pocket before he retrieved it, “Give me one second, I’ll be back.”

And I was never good at tellin' jokes, but the punch line goes

"I'll get older, but your lovers stay my age"

From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones

I'm a soldier who's returning half her weight

And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

Just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

I sat across the empty seat for a little over five minutes, before Andrew appeared with a smile on his face. “Okay, I’m back.”

I smiled back, “Who was that?”

He readjusted in his chair before scratching the back of his neck, “Management. But let’s not talk about that now, we have other things to discuss.”

The smile on my face dropped and I sighed, “What did they say, Andrew?”

He looked up at me, his face filled with worry, “I can’t be seen leaving the restaurant with you. Because of…you know.”

I immediately sat up straighter, “God, okay. Wow, I can’t believe I fell for this shit again.” I laughed, grabbing my purse and pushing my seat out.

Andrew rose to his feet, putting his hands out, “Wait, what are you doing? We were talking, we were good.”

I shook my head, walking towards the front door, “Clearly we were never good because you don’t care about me.”

“What? Of course I do, I just have to put my job first.”

I stopped right before I reached the door and chuckled lowly, “Oh yeah? If you do, then walking me to my apartment wouldn’t be an issue. Right?”

Andrew looked at me helpless, his hands unable to stop moving, “Y/N, I can’t…”

“Right, of course. Bye, Andrew.” I pushed the door open and shrugged on my coat. The cold air hitting my face, threatening to freeze the tears that were about to spill down my face.

I made it a few steps down the block when I heard feet hitting the pavement behind me.

As he caught up to me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore, “Do you know how fucked up this is? Right when I’m okay, you come back in and ruin everything. I start to feel okay by myself again, and you have to come back and remind me how bad you broke me.” I looked up at him for a brief moment before sighing. “Just between us...did the breakup ruin you too?”

“Of course it did, Y/N. And I can’t lose you again. I don’t wanna lose you. I just don’t know what to do. My work means so much to me, but so do you.”

“I’m not asking you to choose either me or your job, Andrew. I just don’t want to be your secret.”

“You’re not a secret. It’s just that some things are out of my control-“

“But this isn’t.”

Andrew’s face contorted into a confused look, “What do you mean? I don’t get-“

“Call management and say you want to end your PR relationship because you’re with me.” I looked at Andrew with my eyes filled with hope. “Please.”

His shoulders dropped and his eyes began to get watery. “Y/N, I can’t. They wouldn’t understand and they would be so pissed off at me.”

It felt like him and I had been talking in circles, “They’ll be mad at first, but they’ll get over it.”

“I can’t risk my job just because you’re a little upset right now.”

I stared at him in disbelief, before nodding, “Ah, and there it is. You can’t risk management being upset with you for a bit, but you can risk losing me again.”

I stood in front of him in silence for a few seconds before I noticed a few snowflakes had fallen into his hair.

'Cause in this city's barren cold

I still remember the first fall of snow

And how it glistened as it fell

I remember it all too well

The sight made me feel nauseous. He looked so beautiful, so desperate, and so confused. He stood there, perfect. The way I wanted to remember him.

The longer I stared at him, the more it hit me.

I remembered him by my side when the snow fell outside of the window on my birthday.

I remembered looking over at him and seeing as his eyes glistened as they looked out the window and then back at me.

I remembered us driving upstate.

I remembered us dancing in the kitchen.

“Y/N, please.”

I was knocked out of my daze when I realized Andrew was crying.

I took one last look at his face before I turned around and started walking towards my apartment. I hugged my coat closer to me as the snow began falling harder.

I looked back over my shoulder to see Andrew still standing there frozen and defeated.

I wished I could’ve taken him back. I wished I could’ve started over.

But I remembered the hurt all too well.

And I couldn’t go through it again.

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justlookfrightened · 3 years

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Happy Mother's Day

“I know, Mama. I’ll tell him. You say hello to Coach, too, alright?”

Bitty shook his head and shrugged his shoulders at Jack, the “I’m trying to get off the phone” clear in his expression.

“Mother. Yes. Alright. Fine. I’ll talk to you this weekend, okay? Yes, Mama. I love you, too.”

He sighed and put the phone down on the counter.

“What was that about?”

“She thinks you need feeding up,” Bitty said. “She watched your game last night and she said you looked thin.”

Jack looked down at himself. “It’s been a long season,” he protested. “What does she want me to do?”

“She wants me to feed you a steak dinner every night,” Bitty said, making a face. “Even though you’re barely here one night out of three and the nutritionists would have something to say about all that red meat.”

He crossed the room to embrace Jack.

“I know you’re doing your best, sweetpea,” Bitty said. “The end of the season just takes its toll.”

“So what did she want you to tell me?”

“Oh, you know, good luck in Game 3,” Bitty said.

Jack tightened his grip around Bitty’s waist.

“That all?”

“And that Vasilevskly likes to come out to play the puck, so if y’all can draw him away from the goalmouth someone can tuck it in behind him.”

Bitty was mumbling into Jack’s shoulder.

“Sorry. I know you don’t need advice from your mother-in-law.”

Jack gave Bitty another squeeze, kissed the top of his head, and released him.

“It’s not like she’s wrong,” he said. “I have to go. You’re all set to go to Georgia? And I’ll see you in Tampa for Game 4?”

“Of course,” Bitty said, reaching up to kiss Jack goodbye. “Call me tonight, right?”

“Of course.”

Bitty’s phone rang while he was standing in baggage claim at Hartsfield, waiting for the conveyor to disgorge his suitcase. Then he just had to grab his rental car, head to a hotel for the night, and show up in Madison before church.

Coach. He almost never called. And on a Saturday night?

“Daddy?” Bitty said. “Is everything okay? Moomaw --”

“Your Moomaw’s fine, son,” Coach said.

“Mama --”

“Your mother too,” Coach said. “Just … did you remember tomorrow is Mother’s Day?”

“Uh … yes?” Bitty said, hoping his father couldn’t hear the airport announcements over the phone. “Of course I did.”

“But maybe you mailed cards a little late?” Coach suggested. “Because your mother hasn’t gotten anything, and there’s no mail tomorrow. She was trying to act like everything was fine, but I can tell you she was a mite put out. But if you tell her you mailed a card on Tuesday, or even Monday, well, then she’ll just blame the post office.”

“No sir.”

“What?”

“I didn’t mail a card this week,” Bitty said. “There’s something that should be delivered tomorrow.”

“On Sunday?”

“Yessir.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yessir.”

“That must cost an arm and a leg.”

“It’s fine, Daddy, I promise,” Bitty said, hauling his suitcase off the carousel. “And I’ll talk to Mama and Moomaw tomorrow. Both of them.”

“Alright,” his father said. “If you say so. Your mother and I were going to pick up Moomaw after church and take her to brunch, so maybe in the afternoon? Or before church. But I know how you and your mother get to talking.”

Bitty made a non-commital noise as he headed for the rental car counter.

“Well, sounds like you’re out and about somewhere,” Coach said. “I’ll let you go. Have a good night, now.”

“You too,” Bitty said, barely managing to bite back the “See you tomorrow” that wanted to escape.

Bitty parked two doors down from his parents’ home and gave himself one last look in the rearview mirror. He was clean shaven, though it was honestly still hard to tell, his teeth were brushed and his face was washed. His hair was freshly cut and coiffed. The pink polo shirt was pressed, as were his khakis. He wished he had something better than supermarket flowers, but all the florists were closed by the time he arrived the night before.

He collected the flowers and headed for the porch, where, for the first time in his life, he rang the bell.

Coach answered. Of course he did.

“Shhh,” Bitty hissed. “Get Mama.”

Coach, bless him, simply stepped away from the door and called, “Suze? It’s for you.”

Bitty heard his mother approaching before he saw her.

“Are you sure, Richard? At this hour, on a Sunday?”

When he didn’t answer, she continued.

“I bet it’s something from Dicky, isn’t it? When there wasn’t a card, I thought he might have gone and sent something ridiculous --”

Then she was at the door, and actually, momentarily, speechless.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama,” he said, holding out the flowers. “Um, surprise?”

“Oh, Dicky, you shouldn’t have,” Mama said, gathering him and the flowers into her arms. “I should have known you’d do something like this. And your Moomaw will be so happy. Oh, do you think we can get an extra seat at brunch?”

“It’s a buffet, right?” Bitty said. “I’m sure they’ll take one more.”

Even if he had to tip the hostess heavily.

“I thought I’d take Moomaw to the garden center this afternoon to pick out a new rose bush,” Bitty said. “But your present is in there.”

“The flowers are beautiful --”

“Open the card, Mama.”

Bitty waited while she plucked out the card he’d nestled in the foliage and opened it, first reading the Hallmark-approved message before opening the smaller envelope that was inside.

“These are tickets to … Jack’s game?” she said. “Next week in Florida?”

“Yes, Mama, and the flight and hotel for you and Daddy are already taken care of,” Bitty said. “Jack’s parents will be there, too.”

“Well, I never,” his mother said. “Oh, we’re going to be late for church, but I have to get these in water and --”

“You finish getting ready,” Bitty said. “I’ll get them in water.”

His mother hurried to her bedroom, and Coach stood in the kitchen doorway shaking his head.

“Nice one, Junior,” he said. “She means thank you, by the way.”

“I know,” Bitty said. “If you can’t get off work, I can change your flight Wednesday to leave after school.”

“I’m invited too?”

“Of course you are.”

“Oh. Well, then. I’m sure I could get a couple days off,” Coach said. “It’s off season.”

After the game, when the Falconers had finally come off the ice, done press, showered and changed, Jack came out to greet Bitty and all four parents.

“Congratulations, sweetpea,” Bitty said as he hugged his husband, “At least you have a few days off now.”

Jack’s parents embraced him and said much the same.

Bitty’s mother hugged Jack, then stepped back and held him at arm’s length.

“You need to eat more,” she said.

At Bitty’s audible huff, she turned, not letting go of Jack, and said, “What? I was right about Vasilevsky.”

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Forced Marriage II

Hello!! The awaited second part is here! Refresh memory here

Thank you so much for waiting and I promise, one more chapter and this trilogy is done. Also I already have the idea and ending, so it's going to be fast.

A/n : I cried in the middle of writing this. A bit too carried away by the emotion of explaining (y/n)'s abusive father. I cried like cried a lot and sobbed. Blew my nose and wiped my eyes but as I type tears keep falling (I hope I am not the only one crying)

trigger warning : character's death

tagging : @yutahoes @neopalette @swagmonsterofficial @byunniebaekhyunnie @huniehoeee

writing net : @supermwritersnet @multifandomnet

“Good morning Mam, is (y/n) awake?" Baekhyun greets the young lady watering the small garden on the front porch.

“Oh Baekhyun! What is it that makes you come early in the morning? And No she hasn't” your mother looks at the young energetic man in front of her. Memories flash by her eyes when she still remembers Baekhyun being the small cheerful boy from next door. Puberty does hit him well, your mother thought.

“Did you bump your head last time mam?” Baekhyun playfully asks, he knows your mother close enough to crack jokes and secretly your mother loves his playful jokes.

“Oh Baekhyun, you’ve never changed! Always the fun silly careless boy from next door. Now, I know you’re here to deliver milk right?” your mom takes a peek at the truck Baekhyun’s brother is handling.

Well the Byun family owns a farm and supplies milk and eggs to this town and the neighboring town. They’re a well known family for it.

“Do you mind if we get one more bottle? We have guests today.” Your mother takes out her wallet to pay for the milk and Baekhyun nods “We have plenty today! I’m glad your guest gets to taste this town’s best milk. Who is this lucky guest mam?” Baekhyun asks as he puts the milk down to the front patio.

Your mother comes back with some cash and gives it to Baekhyun along with a basket of fresh bread she just baked this morning.

“It’s your favorite bread. I see there’s a lot of deliveries today.” your mom smiles seeing the truck full of eggs and milks.

Baekhyun nods “Yes, business is doing good.”

“Oh about the guest, well he’s (y/n)’s future fiance. Hope you can meet him soon and be friends with him. He’s a nice guy, like you Baekhyunie.” your mother taps his nose like she used to when Baekhyun was nine.

Baekhyun’s smile falls when he hears “(y/n)’s future fiance.” what is this? Why has he never heard the news from you?

He has a lot to ask but his brother already honks the horn and Baekhyun comes back to his senses

“Come over for dinner or lunch next time Baekhyun!” your mother offers a polite invitation to the young lad and Baekhyun puts on his smile again as he bows “Thank you and I’ll see you soon mam.” he waves goodbye and jumps into the free seat next to his brother.

“Have a nice day you two!” your mother sends the Byun brothers off and descends to the kitchen with the fresh milk.

“Baekhyunie,” she sighs and hides a small smile “Always charming and sweetheart, some lady will be lucky to have him one day.”

Baekhyun’s brother hears everything, but he is not aware of the romantic feelings both you and Baekhyun share. He only knows the relationship between his brother and you is platonic.

“Look at (y/n), it’s like only yesterday their family moved in and both of you are so young. Running around carelessly, getting bruises from trying to climb trees, and woop she’s engaged now. When will you get a fiancee Baek?” his brother jokes around and wiggles his eyebrow to Baekhyun who only keeps his head on the road by the window

He sighs “I don’t know, why don't you get married first. You’re the brother here.” he scorns

You spend the day waiting for your neighbor’s head to pop up on the window but until lunch he’s not back yet. Your mother told you he’s away to the town and the neighboring town for the day but usually by afternoon they’re back. There’s nothing much for you to do since Sehun bid farewell and said he’ll return next week with the plans all ready and the wedding can happen soon. You don’t even have to buy a dress because your mother wants you to use hers, since its the tradition. You scoff in your mind, when do you ever have a chance to make a choice?

Even something as simple as what outfit to wear to meet someone, your mother won’t let you choose by yourself

Tea time makes you finally move your butt from sitting next to the window. His room window is still shut closed and the truck is still not home. Did something happen to them? Your worry disappears when the truck comes into your sight but you already got yourself dragged out of your room by your mom.

Baekhyun washes his body quickly and climbs up to his room after faking a smile to his parents. His brother is busy counting today’s revenue but Baekhyun opens his window and sits down only to stare at yours which was still open.

He can see your room, how the lights are on and he knows that means you were dragged out and you didn't have the chance to turn the lights off.

He sighs and closes his curtain, watching your empty room already makes it hard for him to breathe. What about the day when you will move into Sehun’s house?

Judging by his car yesterday, Baekhyun knows he is from the city and he is rich. Will Baekhyun be able to wake up in the morning knowing that the reason he wakes up everyday is now taken away from him? Not that he can actually say “taken away” since he never claims you as his.

You sit uncomfortably on your chair. Your father keeps on talking about this wedding. He doesn't even realize he’s indirectly saying “I am marrying you to Sehun just for the sake of my business so it won’t crumble down and you’ll live a good life after I die.”

Your ear burns with every single word your father rambles. Yes you grew up with his strict rules, you got hit several times but this… setting up your marriage and pressing on you to accept it as his last wish hurts the most.

“I don’t love Sehun.” you try to speak up your voice.

Your dad chuckles as he sips on his tea “I never said this marriage is based on love.”

You gulp and look at your mom with your red eyes. You’re ready to cry and scream here that you’re tired of your life being controlled but your mother shakes his head gently with a pleading look and you don't want to hurt her feelings so you keep your lips shut.

Life feels like hell after Sehun’s constant mail filled with questions of which flower you want, what color you want his tie to be and whatever useless question he asks (it’s useless because you don’t intend to bother thinking of which color or flower for a wedding you don’t want).

Since the day Sehun left, you’ve never met Baekhyun too and that is odd. Something about the way his window is always closed when you wake up, how he never pops his head randomly at the window, his constant busy days that you don’t hear any knock of pebbles on your window and the disappearing sunshine in your life.

Your wedding invitation is distributed already to everyone that’s within the inner circle and in your hand now lies one more invitation you can’t bring yourself to hand.

“Byun family” was written on the addressed invitation. You hold the invitation in your hand and almost drop it when your mother suddenly enters your room and questions you with “Whose invitation is that you’re still holding?”

You gulp “Baekhyun’s” your voice croaks and your mother nods.

“Why are you not giving it to them?” she sits down next to you and runs a hand on your hair.

“I haven't seen him and I want to give it to him.” you lie. Well to be honest, you’d rather have your mom deliver this to his mother but you need an excuse to meet Baekhyun and he’s been gone so you need to see him. At least see him before you are married to another man you barely know.

Early in the next morning, you wake up to the noise from the window. You open the blinds, looking to find the ruckus and that's when your eyes pop open. There you see Baekhyun jumping around the garden and his family are just smiling and patting his back. You saw a white envelope in his hand and you're trying to remember if he ever tells you about waiting any good news. No, Baekhyun never tells you anything. You open your window and pop your head out waiting for the happy man to notice you and maybe share the good news with you, but until he climbs into his room, he didn't spare you a glance and instead he's calling someone and you're sure that is Chanyeol.

You tried to eavesdrop but it's impossible despite the close distant, someone was using the blender downstairs. Annoyed, you toss some rock to his direction but it all doesn't hit him.

Now, you're mad. What made him ignore you, was it that carnival night incident? After that you never met him… so is that why he is still ignoring you?

You wave and try to get his attention, to which he completely didn't see. Alas, your mother calls you for breakfast and you have to go.

The sweet smell of waffles make you smile and lighten up your sour mood.

"What's the good news in Baekhyun's house?" You ask your mom when she looks like she knows something.

She smiles as she sips her tea "Oh didn't you hear? He was auditioning for a record company and well he sent his tape and he won the offer. The company wants him to move to the town this weekend and they will begin his contract and discuss his debut. Oh that Baekhyun!" Your mom wipes a tear that fell, as if he is her son and she is so damn proud.

Your father smiles "Good fella, he sure will make it big. I remember him singing in the town hall when he was eleven! Good vocal, good looks, easy personality. I think the company made a good decision."

Both your parents are so happy, but you… something inside your heart is furious. How come he never tells you about this, will he leave you? Leave you for a dream that might flop!

You hide your feelings during breakfast and after cleaning up, you sneak out to knock on Baekhyun's window.

The mischievous grin you memorize by heart appears in the window and he gladly opens it up so you can climb in.

"What makes you climb in my window?" He calmly asks. His stupid smile still there as if he didn't do any mistakes and he was surprised you are here.

You sigh "You lied."

He shrugs his shoulders "You lied first."

You scrunch your brow "What do you mean?!"

He sits down and you copy him "Well, you didn't tell me the truth that you are engaged."

You froze and he slaps your back "Guess my proposal last time wasn't good. Congratulations." He tried to joke it off but you are tearing up.

"Don't congratulate me. I don't know him and I don't love him."

Baekhyun sighs "It's father again isn't it?" He places a comforting arm around you and you bury your face in his chest. Crying your heart out and calming you down.

"I'm sorry honey, I couldn't propose wealth to your father and I couldn't even ask your hand for marriage with a diamond ring. I'm sure that lucky guy has so many to offer you." He rubs your hair but his words sting more and you punch him "I don't need that. I just want to be with you."

"Well, we can still be friends." He tries to hold his emotion back at the word friends.

"But I want you as my husband! I love you." You stare into his eyes and see his eyes smile "I just need to hear that. I also love you."

"And you are not telling me that you auditioned for that singing company!" You punch his chest again.

Baekhyun giggles "Sorry, I heard your mom said about the fiance and I was so sad and mad at myself for not claiming you first… so that made me send my audition tape because I thought that you're going to be his and it'll hurt me."

"So you're leaving me with that man. You run!" You let out a breather

Baekhyun bites his lips "Well, I have to chase my dream like you always said."

"My dream is to be a singer." Baekhyun stands up and shows you the acceptance letter.

You read it through the tears "This is so far away Baek."

"Well, but it's a step closer to singing in stage!" He stares at you with passionate energy in his eyes and you couldn't bring yourself to beg for him to just stay here and be your neighbor so you can at least wake up and see him and feel less bad.

"Now, I have to leave this Sunday. Do you want to spend the rest of the week with me?"

You nod and hide the invitation behind your back. No he shouldn't know that you're getting married. Let him think he is only your fiance that won't hurt him.

"It's Tuesday already, we have 5 days."

You wipe your tears and lock your eyes to the ecstatic boy.

"Later i will write songs about you! About our friendship and about our memories. I'll make money and I can get you that diamond ring and we can host a wedding you love! The simple one in a garden." He pretends he is walking down the aisle and you just want to disappear. No one should break his heart but if he must get his heart broken why must it be from you?

"So, (y/n) wait for me okay. Don't get feelings with this man."

You scoff, Baekhyun doesn't even know the man's name.

"And then one day I will return to you and we can live like our dream." He takes your hands into his and twirls you around the room. You laugh and giggle, feeling alive from the small action you missed.

He ends with hugging you and you wish so hard that life could change its path and you can be with Baekhyun.

"Congratulations Baekhyun!" You whisper

5 days. 5 days to Baekhyun's departure and 6 to your wedding.

Day 1, you rush your fitting and got to spend the afternoon walking to the rose garden near the forest.

Day 2, Baekhyun starts packing and you're using the chance to practice your wedding speech and your walk. The afternoon was spent together strolling around down town

Day 3, You had to pick the dress up and Baekhyun had to legalize some of his documents. You sneak to his rooftop that night, both of you just sitting and enjoying the starry nigh.

Day 4, You help him pack only for him to realize your body has bruises. He stops you from helping and folds your sleeves "What else did you do?"

You shake your head and unfold the sleeve trying to shake it off saying it's just a small problem but Baekhyun could see the fear in your eyes and he knows you're lying.

"Wait for me, I'll save you. I promise." He pulls you into a hug and for the first time, you press a deep kiss into his lips.

Day 5, You hand him the invitation and you're glad you kissed him last night because right now all you can see is your feet and how Baekhyun's hand trembles. His hair hides his eyes but from the way his lips shake and his body shakes, you know he is furious and disappointed at you.

"I am sorry." You whisper

"Why not sooner." He asks, his voice so bitter and dry. His eyes still avoid yours.

"I want to spend my time with you before you go."

"But why you keep this invitation until today?!" His voice cracked and you cried. This time, he doesn't console or calm you down. He lets you cry alone

He closes the invitation "You could've given me sooner and I won't be promising you all those dreams. Now I sound like the jerk who made promises to a girl who will be married in two days! Grow up (y/n)! If I knew this-"

You cut him off "If you knew this, you'd avoid me Baek! And I wouldn't want to waste my precious 5 days to be with you. Heck who knows if this might be the last time we see each other." You're furious too and Baekhyun shakes his head "What are you talking about. We're adults! I'll definitely accept the news like a mature man. I won't give you the silent treatment."

You scoff "You would. I know you Baekhyun."

"And if you know me… do you know that because you did this, i am now so i don't know… i'm " he pauses

"You hate me?" You ask that

He shakes his head and stomps his leg "I love you okay! But this is not right! I'll. You know what?" He couldn't speak right and couldn't think straight

"This will make my departure easier. You do know artists cannot date and I'll be busy. Well, now I won't have the reason to think about you and our dream. You're going to be with him forever and i? I will be the fool who didn't know you're already someone else's. Goodbye. And congrats."

"No Baekhyun. Please, sorry. I cannot do anything!"

"Yes I know. You're just too afraid of everything your father said. You can't fight for yourself and oh I'm tired okay! If you told me earlier, we could think of a way to stop this. But now it's too late! I'm leaving tomorrow and your wedding is ready! Don't make yourself an embarrassment by canceling the date. Go, live your silver spoon life. Goodbye (y/n) it was nice knowing you."

Baekhyun steps inside his house, closes the door and you're there staring at the floor, eyes still wet.

He's right . It's too late.

You force yourself to go home and well, you didn't even get to send him a proper goodbye.

Baekhyun just left like that, with a simple goodbye from the window and he’s gone. You are also preoccupied by the busy preparation for the big day tomorrow that you don’t have time to ask Baekhyun about his arrival or well updates.

While drowning in the sadness of losing Baekhyun, your best friend, your love, and your dream, you have no soul left when you have to recite the vows. The wedding bells deafen your ears, the smile from the guests blind your eyes and when Sehun kisses your lips, your tears fall because Baekhyun’s right everything is too late to be fixed.

You’re glad Sehun didn’t force you to sleep with him on the first night. He respects your decision and you sleep peacefully that night, mostly because you’re tired of thinking and the day is tiring.

Your morning wasn’t any difference than before, despite living in a house not far from home, you didn’t feel any difference. Well, Sehun is as stoic as your dad, his morning is filled with coffee, newspapers, and him checking his agenda.

“We will be busy this week, your dad wants to move the company ownership to us, you will follow me to the office. Go dress up smart and I’ll see you in the car an hour from now, is that enough?” he asks and you nod.

The maids here clean up the table as Sehun leaves to fetch his documents and working bag and you just hope Baekhyun will reply to any of your texts.

The paperwork takes your whole one week, office paperworks, house ownership, marriage legalization and well with your father’s health deteriorating it’s been hard for everyone to keep signing papers when father is in the hospital. Your father has already prepared his last wills and all beneficiaries.

You finally get news from Baekhyun’s mother saying that he already signed the contracts and the company loves him and wants to make a great debut for him. He’s preparing to write songs and he is arranged to debut in two years if he is good.

One month after being Oh Sehun’s wife, you begin to see a difference in your husband’s attitude. Yes he can be a caring man, his cold facade is slowly gone, but the sly look in his face is still there. You don’t know what but something in your guts say that this is just the calm before the storm. Your father’s condition gets worse and the hospital announces that he will probably have months left. You take turn with your mom in looking after dad. He’s in the bedroom lying down half alive, the machines keep his heart pumping and the oxygen tube in his nose forces oxygen into his lungs. You feel bad for him, despite all the pain you grew up with, your dad was a responsible person who never leaves you and your mom.

“I am sorry (y/n) for being a bad father. I hope you forgive me and I hope your future will be good.” he said that one afternoon when he saw you crying on his side. You were crying because you were telling him your heart about how he hurts you but he was trying his best for his family.

“I am sorry I cannot be your ideal daughter.” you hold his hand and he smiles weakly, “You’re all I would ask for. I love you and mom so much but I’m just so bad am I not? I hit you a lot.”

You cry harder, “It was because you care about me.”

He shakes his head “I shouldnt have been that hard. You’re a flower after all, we need to handle you with care”

“But you trained me to be a warrior dad. And whatever storm I will face one day, I will be thankful that you beat me as a kid so that I won’t just cry and accept fate if things go wrong.”

Your father lets another tear fall “I hope you don’t have to experience that time, but if you have to, I know I prepared you well.”

You hold into his hand tighter “I forgive you dad. Do you forgive me?”

He smiles “I never hate you love, I always forgive your mistakes every night before I sleep. I just have to punish you so you know that everything comes with consequences.”

You nod “I’ll remember that, how are you feeling dad?”

He coughs “Feeling like a sinner confessing his sins, but I’m glad I have time to tell you this.”

You kiss his hand and he takes a deep breath. “Be happy my flower, use the wealth for good stuff, and always help others. Remember that everything takes process.”

Your mom comes into the room and when the golden sun rays kiss your dad’s face, he glances to you and your mom. His sincere smile blooms and both you and your mom hold his hands, he takes one deep breath “My job here is done, I love you both.” he lets a big exhale and there goes your father. A great man who just can’t express his love in the best way.

Come to think of it, he is always coming home whenever he can. He tries to go home fast so he can eat dinner together. He only starts breakfast when all the chairs are filled. He taught you how to use a screwdriver, he taught you chess so you can beat your nosy friends. He helped you ride your bike. He’s the one who pays all of your living cost and not for once has he made you worried about what the family will eat for today. When life wasn’t as easy as this, he made sure you can still get a new dress on special days and he tries his best to bring you to the circus tour. Wealth came to your father when he was old and you were a young adult, and now he doesn’t have the time to enjoy it too much but he gave it all to you.

Baekhyun trained so hard day and night. His will and desire to be an artist beat all of his homesickness and exhaustion. He always appears in the training room with a big smile even though he has to go home half asleep. The company loves his attitude and promises a lot of good things for him. The boy just smiles, saying he’ll be happy as long as his dream of being an artist comes true. He heard about your dad’s death from his family and actually came home to join the funeral. He saw you but you were too sad to notice him and so he disappeared the next day. He noticed you moved back into your mother’s house because you don’t want her to feel alone. Sehun lets you do that, and because your mom insisted Sehun to also stay there, now the three of you live under the same roof.

Two years after your father’s death, Baekhyun has his debut. Well, it has to be delayed because the company saw that it’s going to be better to debut in Summer than in Fall. His hard work paid off when you finally see his name rising in charts and appearing in music shows. His hair is no longer boring, it’s painted silver white and you never think Baekhyun will look hot as an old man, but here you see him looking so handsome and lively as he finally gets to sing on a stage for thousands of audience. He was labeled as the successful rookie and he’s been offered a lot of advertisements and special appearances. You’re happy whenever you hear the town people talk about his name, or when the radio turns on his song. You missed him, you always text him but he rarely replies.

Everything seems going according to plan, but your guts were right. Those days were just the calm before the storm.

To be continued….

“(Y/n), come to the hospital now.”

“(Y/n) a package is here for you.”

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Daminette- Oblivious Idiots

Ladybug groans her face in a pillow as she freaks out a little a lot.

"How'd you figure it out? I'm not that obvious, am I? Do you think he knows? He can't know, that would be awful- ohhhh NonononononoNOnonononooooo. No. Please, tell me he doesn't know." Ladybug is laying face down on the couch in the living room of Titans Tower, Beast Boy smirking down at her reaction to being found out. The boy just brought up her rather obvious crush, and now the Parisian hero is a little panicked. If Beast Boy noticed who else did? Everyone on the team is really smart.

The Parisian joined the Titans over a year ago after asking the Justice League for help. She fits into the team’s dynamic really well, playing video games with Beast Boy and Kid Flash; hanging out with Star and binging rom-coms; Raven was a tough nut to crack but didn’t seem to mind hanging out. They did get along but respected that they just had very different interests.

Robin is a completely different story, at first he was rude but the bluenette was stubborn. She wasn't going to deal with his bratty attitude, she sticks up for her herself. At some point, the Parisian earns his respect. They became friends over time, working well together though Robin insisted they train so she could improve her technique.

"It's kinda obvious for me, but he's pretty dense. Bats are always idiots when it comes to emotions n' stuff." The young Parisian hero looks up from her pillow.

"I know that... he's my best friend. Friend- Merde. What if he sees me just as a friend!?" The bluenette's hands go to her hair, eyes blown wide. It takes everything in Beast Boy not to laugh at how blind the girl is being. Does she not see how smitten the fourth Robin is for her? That he acts more like a human being when she's around?

"No, what if all he ever sees in me is a friend? This isn't good, then we'll never date and he's just so datable. Have you seen the way his nose crinkles when he tastes something he doesn't like, holding it until it goes away? And the way he swoops his hair, I'd bet it's soft. And he's so strong-"

"Ew. I have ears, please don't-" Ladybug doesn’t seem to hear him, continuing her rant.

"And then one day I'll have to watch him fall for someone, I think I already have. It's awful- not that I'm not happy he's happy, because I am- but I think he likes Raven. They spend so much time together, sneaking off sometimes."

"I bet they like each other, how could I compete with her. She's amazing, and- and I'm not." The bluenette's tone goes from one of acceptance to defeat.

"Oh, okay, we got serious. Uh- don't cry." When he and Raven went over the plan, they hadn't covered the possibility of a) Ladybug thinking Robin and Raven were a thing; or b) that Ladybug would compare herself to Raven. The Parisian is always so self-confident and optimistic, perfect even- she never lets anyone get her down. She huffs at his less than helpful response.

"I'm not gonna cry. It's just, why would he like me? I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm annoying." The girl stands pacing, trying to decipher the enigma that is Robin. The girl's moods changes at the drop of a dime, leaving Beast Boy to try and play catch-up.

"Am I annoying to him? Probably. Raven is so calm and nice, he has no reason not to like her."

"That's definitely not true, if he thinks that he would tell you." She nods, sitting on the couch, leaning on her hands. His words help a little but a girl’s mind is her worst enemy, all the worst 'what if's' popping into her brain like spam mail in an already full mailbox.

This is going to take more intervention than he thought. "You're ridiculous, that isn't true."

"You're just blind, and as you would say- 'you're too close.'" Robin rolls his eyes, Raven is sitting on her bed as Robin looks at her, standing.

"All I'm saying is-"

"I understand what you said, you don't need to repeat it. All I'm saying is-" He mocks, "- that it's highly unlikely she'd be interested in me." This time Raven rolls her eyes, he really is an idiot.

"How can I prove it to you- just ask her out. She'll say yes."

"I don't trust you, you have no proof."

"Fine. Don't believe me, but mark my words, if you wait too long she might settle for someone else. You heard her complain about being mobbed on Valentines day last year."

"Whatever, she didn't like any of them."

"Yeah, because she likes you." Robin glares at Raven as he walks out of her room to go train. Robin first saw her as annoying but she grew on him. He mistook his interest in her as friendship until Raven commented on his liking their latest addition without telling her. It went downhill from there, now it’s like he can’t get her off his mind.

He tried to deny it, reason a way out of the conclusion. Raven did her best to encourage him but she was getting nowhere, the entire team was frustrated because both refused to see what was staring them right in the face. Beast Boy and Raven meet with Starfire after both Ladybug and Robin go back to their respective home cities.

"What did you the learn?" Beast Boy speaks up first, recounting his confronting Ladybug about it.

"She's got it bad, thinks he and Raven are into each other."

"Robin is convinced she doesn't like him. He doesn't want to get rejected so he refuses to ask her out."

"How can we tell him she likes him that he actually does the listening?"

"He'd only be convinced if he heard her say it." Raven reasons, knowing how blind and hard headed Robin is.

"There's no way she'll fess-up, she's too insecure. Even if we convinced her that Robin wasn't into you."

"I wish the little D could just hear her say it in passing. He would ask without fear and she'd get to date him without putting herself out there." Beast Boy can already see it, it’s the perfect plan.

"I'm sure I could get her to talk about it in the hall, you could get him close enough to hear?" Beast Boy offers, it could work but they can't see each other.

"We'll use the hallways on the fifth floor, that are separated by a wall and meet towards the elevator?"

"Sounds great, Mama." Raven rolls her eyes at his nickname for her. Starfire looks between the two before abruptly standing, trying to hide her smile.

"Yes, well, I must attend to some dishes. Farewell." The two shared a look. Perhaps it isn't only Robin and Ladybug that need to come clean.

"We gotta say something sooner than lat-"

"I know, but not yet. We could use this to our advantage..." "Right? So I had to go all the way to the other side of the city to deliver this banner, it was worth it though. The skater friend won."

"Do they still race? You said this was a normal way to spend your weekend."

"O-oh well, I don't see them much anymore." Ladybug's shoulders turn inwards, looking to the floor. Robin hates the small frown on her lips, he knows better than to pry but maybe if he got some more information he could help.

"How come?"

"Just, time. Grew apart I guess."

"You're an awful liar."

"I take that as a compliment!" Ladybug defended, smiling slightly. "You see, while Mr.-Tall,-Dark,-Handsome,-and-Mysterious is making up lies he has to keep straight I'm simply seen as an airhead that forgets her phone everywhere she goes!"

"You're even worse at changing the subject." Ladybug's smile falters.

"Hehe, yeah, have you seen Star? She said she had the cutest picture of you asleep in your costume with some dog." Robin crosses his arms, why is she avoiding the subject?

"I have plenty of pictures of 'the dog' but please-" He pats the seat next to him on his bed, "-elaborate on this 'growing apart' situation." He isn't going to give in, he has that face he used to do during training when she was too tired to get up. Ladybug sit, plopping onto the bed her arms spread across the comfortable fabric of the duvet.

"I can't say much, just that they don't want to be friends with me anymore. None of them do."

"Who's none of them?"

"My friends. All of them, only one does but they 'can't' be my friend. He just doesn't have enough of a backbone."

"Surely you have other friends besides the mindless heathens."

"School and hero duties add up, I hardly have enough time to keep up with my jobs. I don't have time for that, and they could get suspicious, notice the patterns where my old friends would see the clumsy forgetful me." He nods, laying on his back and turning to look her in the eye.

"At least I have you guys." She smiles, brushing some hair from Robin's forehead. It feels nice.

"If it were up to me-"

"It isn't, and it's best not to dwell. Come on, bird boy, let's get a snack."

"Right, but none of that hot chocolate nonsense." She rolls her eyes, she'll get him to try it. One day.

"Are we sure this is gonna work?" Beast Boy is unsure, Raven hadn't seen the way Ladybug reacted, it was like no matter what he said her mind found some way to turn it into a bad thing, like she could only see the worst in a situation. It was completely unlike her.

"Yes."

"But-"

"No 'but's', this will give Robin the push he needs to ask her out. She'll say yes. End of story."

"Then why are we planning the the thing with the mo-"

"In case he's more dense than humanly possible and because it's time people knew."

"Right... I'll wait till ten minutes from now to get her to walk past, you have till then to get him there, we'll take two laps just in case." Raven nods before going to look for Robin. She finds him in the living room, reading a book.

“Come.” Raven turns around and makes her way towards the elevator, he catches up and they ride to the fifth floor. They exit and hide behind the designated wall.

"You are not to make a sound, simply wait and listen.”

They wait.

And listen.

It takes ten minutes for something to happen, the elevator bell rings and opens at their floor. Raven motions for him to stay quiet. Robin hears to footsteps as someone sighs.

"-How could I not? He's just so- dreamy."

"Ew. Why do you even like him? You're too nice for him."

"I am not 'too nice' and Robin is not mean... He's just... gruff- yeah, gruff, at first. But you should have seen how cute it was when we were talking about something and I was laying and he laid down next to me and there was hair blocking his eyes a little so I swiped it out of the way and it was so soft." She says it all in one breath which should be concerning if Robin’s attention wasn’t being taken up by trying to not freak out. His eyes wide, back pressed against the wall so as not to get caught. She keeps talking, he has to hear more.

She sounds so sure of her affection, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She likes him? Like to date? Raven is right? This is impossible, but it was happening. She’s ranting about things not even he notices about himself like they’re the most amazing things in the world.

"And have you seen him smile? And his laugh, it's one of my favorite things about him. And did you notice the way he always perks up when there's a happy animal on the television, like it reminds him of something- I'd bet he has an animal. I wish I could have a pet." They kept walking, she kept rambling about him, his hair, his smile, the way he walked. He heard the voices fade at she and Beast Boy kept walking.

"I told you." Robin didn't even have a response, she feels the same way?

"She likes me?"

"You've got to be joking, after all that, you still don't believe it?"

"Shut up, I'm processing." Raven crosses her arms, impatiently waiting, they'll loop back soon.

"She likes me."

"Just keep listening." Ladybug and Beast Boy came back into earshot. When they got closer, Beast Boy cut her off when she starts going off topic about his hair.

"So if he asked you out, what would you do?" Robin hears them stop, she makes a high pitched whine he knows means she’s flustered, she used to do it every time he glared her down and got a little too close, at the time, an unknown symptom of his attraction towards the heroine.

"I mean, if I could speak- I'd say yes but I'd probably freak out and fall or trip over my words. It doesn't matter, he wouldn't ask. Why in the world would he like me?" Raven has to remind Robin to stay quiet and hidden with a shushing motion and a hand to his shoulder. He stays in place despite the fact that he wanted to list every reason why he would. His stupid monkey brain thought of kissing her to drive his point home but shoos the intrusive thought away.

"Right, and what you'd kiss him?" It was like his teammate is reading his stupid, teenage mind.

"Pretending he liked me back? I mean, I could go on about his li-"

"Please don't." The bluenette laughs with him.

"Ah! I have to go meet Robin for training. Bye!"

"Later." The girl's footsteps disappear as the elevator door arrives and carries her towards the training room.

"Dude you better not say she doesn't like you again." Beast Boy sad, knocking on the wall to get his attention.

"Why don't you just ask her?"

"Yes, the little D, she will the gladly accept." Kor'i appears out of nowhere, he hates when she hovers like that. He can never tell where she is. He glares at them all, he’s late to meet with Ladybug. How in the world is he going to face her after that, it was so wrong to have listened. She hadn't meant for him to hear those things. Robin is filled with guilt as he walks into the waiting elevator and nears the training room. Ladybug is there smiling and slightly pink, likely from their teammate's questions.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." He couldn't tell her he heard, she'll get embarrassed. He can't act on it either, she sounds busy enough as is. He would just be in the way.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." He snaps at her this time, the rest of their training session is silent. She leaves back to Paris as soon as her shift is over, not staying to speak with Robin like she usually does. No one is amused by his behavior.

"What the hell? You get the confirmation you've been needing to finally ask her out and you start acting like you hate her?" Beast Boy finally exclaims, Raven kicks him under the chair.

"It's none of your business, and none of you should have interfered. I was not meant to hear any of that, she doesn't have time for me anyways." Robin gets up from his seat and walks towards the zeta-tube.

After that, things get a little better. Robin isn't rude or snappy to her but they don't talk or have their little one on one training sessions. Ladybug does everything in her power to try and rebuild the bridge she didn't know had been burnt. She doesn't know what she did wrong, what she said, what happened made Robin want to avoid her like the plague.

Is he going to leave her too?

No. It doesn't matter that he probably put two and two together and knows she likes him, that he probably likes someone else, he is her friend at the very least, it might not be enough but it’s something.

Ladybug gathers her courage, waiting for him to pass the one place she knows she can get him. Waiting right at a corner, she hears him coming. She wants to laugh when he slows, always knowing when she tries to sneak up on him, but this time she holds it in. Reminding herself of why she’s there.

Just as he comes into range, she turns the corner and faces him.

Her face is angry, no, pissed. Her eyebrows scrunched, a deep frown replacing the usual smile, she shoves a finger onto his chest. He always knew she was there but her expression, it’s hurt and angry and world ending- his world to be specific.

"What is your deal? What the hell did I do to you that you won't even talk to me anymore? What did I say? Why do you suddenly hate me?"

"I-"

"I mean, one day we're laughing and talking, and I tell you about what happened with my friends, and then the next you don't even bother to greet me!" She berates him in French, she gets more passionate about her speech until she's out of gas. At least, that's what he thinks.

“It’s disrespectful and hurtful! You don’t just drop someone because they did something to upset you, you try to fix it. You try to work through it!”

"I-"

"What? You what? I told you about my friends, not only did I put a lot of trust in you for that- it could have pointed towards my identity if I slipped up. You're too easy to talk to. And don't you dare say that this is just how you are because we both know you've been off lately. So just tell me! Tell me you hate me, tell me you want space, tell me somethings wrong or that I did something but just don't shrug this off. You are too important to me to just let this go!" He can see the unshed tears in her eyes, why is she crying? Why does he have to make her cry? He doesn’t deserve her tears, her affection, he doesn’t deserve her.

"I just- I think you can do better. I’m not a good enough companion." Robin refused to use the word friend, she isn’t his friend, she’s so much more than that. A rouge tear falls, her face incredulous.

"What?"

"You sound busy enough, you'd be better off spending your time with someone else." Robin doesn’t look her in the eye, it’s the honest truth but he can’t stand looking at her so upset.

Ladybug is at a loss, that’s why he’s upset? Because he thinks she was wasting her time? That he wasn't good enough for her to spend her time with?

It’s like a switch flips, her anger melting away. Her jabbing finger falls.

"Who could be better?" She hugs him, Damian does have some experience from Grayson so he awkwardly returns the favor. The far shorter girl sniffles once before pulling back with a smile.

Robin feels a pang in his chest, he made her cry. She wipes away the unshed tears from the corners of her eyes, glad to have the mess over and done with. He vows never to do so ever again.

"I never wanna hear you say that you're anything less than the best, c'mon time to get your butt handed to you."

"Spar?"

"You wish." Robin sighed, she always beats him in video games. As they walk, the alarm blares. There’s an attack somewhere. The duo runs towards the living room, Starfire is already there with Beast Boy, Raven, and Kid Flash.

"We've got two. There's some kind of monster tearing through down town, we need to stop them."

"And the other?" Robin asks.

"Paris, akuma." Ladybug groans, like she always does. She runs off towards the zeta tubes with a wave goodbye. Time to deal with the mangy cat's puns.

Robin and the rest of the team walk back into Titan Tower expecting to see Ladybug waiting for them, she always gets back before them in situations like this. Kid Flash speeds off after grabbing his things saying he’s late to something, as usual. Beast Boy limps, most of his weight supported by Raven as they make their way towards the med bay.

Robin and Starfire sit in the living room, she shows him photos of Dick in ridiculous sleeping positions or mid fall but Robin is on edge. Why isn't she back yet?

Of course, he gets an immediate answer. Ladybug's distress signal goes off, he and Star are off without a moment's hesitation. Jumping into the zeta-tubes, worry for their teammate clear. After over a year of working with her she’s never used the distress button. The machine powers up and blinds them, Damian jams a communicator in his ear and tunes in to the local news station. He hears where Ladybug is and he and Starfire set off in search for the girl. Paris is bright, people stop and stare as the heroes make their way towards the Eiffel tower.

Robin's mind is hyper focused and clouded at the same time, he knows he has to be at his best to help Ladybug so he shoves all that annoying emotion in a stupid box, shuts it, locks it, and pushes it into a dark little corner. They arrive at the lawn of the Eiffel tower.

Looking exhausted, Ladybug charges the villain. A blond boy in a black cat suit is flung at her with ease. The monster tries to throw a bus full of people at the two as Ladybug tries to get the boy off, he doesn’t seem to care, trying to hug the girl. Robin feels his chest tighten in jealousy.

Robin motions towards the bus, Starfire flies past and catches the bus mid air. The dark haired teenage boy is quick to lift the ill equipped partner he's heard so very much about off Ladybug.

"I believe she is trying to get up." He drops the boy to the side before offering a hand to Ladybug.

"Hello, again." Ladybug smiles up at him, taking Robins hand. Pulling her up, the two stand close together. Staring.

"Hi."

"Shall we get back to the task at hand?!" Starfire asks, mid battle with the monster when Ladybug and Robin snap back to reality. They join the fight, Chat sticks to the sidelines with a pout. The monster is tough, she only pressed the panic button in fear of the hostages being injured or killed. Even if they were physically healed by the miraculous cure it’s traumatizing.

The battle doesn’t last very long, the monster is extremely susceptible to Robin's ice capsules, and is no match for Kor'i's strength.

Ladybug is relieved when she sees the purified akuma flap away.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" The bluenette was able to use her lucky charm quickly enough, she'd say thank you before giving Tikki food and returning to the tower to finish her shift.

"Well done."

"Thank you, you weren't too bad yourself." Marinette smiles back to the far taller boy.

"Will you be returning to the tower? Should we wait for you?"

"You are the kidding, yes? We are in Paris! I'd like to go the shopping!" Ladybug laughed.

"With what money? My brother's card is rather telling. As is your own."

"I suppose you are correct."

"Don't worry, Starfire, we can go on a shopping day soon." The girl smiled.

"Yes, the little D, would you join us? Raven may join as well, yes, Ladybug? Girls day!"

"I do not qualify as a girl."

"Little D?" Ladybug asks, smiling softly before bursting into laughter. "I need to go help the victim and recharge. I'll see you back at the tower." Ladybug turns to leave but comes face to face with Chat.

"What are you doing here? We don't need you." He directs his comments to both of the American heroes but mostly towards Robin. Ladybug pinches the bridge of her nose.

"We are members of the Teen Titans, we were asked to come. Now if you'll excuse us-"

"What? Who asked you to come here. My lady and I would never-"

"I did, and I am not 'your lady' you need to stop with the names and trying to distract me mid-battle, Chat.”

“But-” Ladybug gives the mangy cat no time to explain, cutting in with no patience.

“No ‘but’s, you almost got us and all those hostages killed. Go. Home.” The tro of Titan’s walk away, it’s best not to give the boy anymore attention.

"We should do it now."

"What'd you mean? He's still acting like he can't stand her."

"No, they made up. I heard her yelling at him about it. He caved pretty quickly after that. We do it tonight, no more sneaking around and hopefully they get together." Beast Boy nods, watching Raven ice his ankle for him.

"Thanks, mama."

"... You're welcome." He smiles flicking some water on his girlfriend, she looks at him with a sad excuse for a glare.

"Alright, the ice should stay. Let's go see if she's back." Raven makes sure to keep Beast Boy off his ankle, quickly shooing him off to the empty living room couch. They don’t wait long for Robin, Starfire, and Ladybug to return.

"Thanks again for coming to help, guys." Starfire smiles. Robin nods.

"It was our pleasure, what shall we do now?"

"Movie?" Beast Boy asks, getting immediate yeses from the girls.

"I'll pass-"

"Come on." Raven complains, the guy can be such a pain.

"tt, no. That doesn't work on me."

"Pretty please?" Starfire asks. She pulls out the baby doll eyes and a pout.

"No, the physical appearance of the 'please' makes no difference-"

"Please?" Ladybug pulls out all the stops, she looks him right in the eyes, those big, blue, innocent eyes were so sad and pretty, she shuffles a foot, her hands behind her back. Her bottom lip juts out ever so slightly as her torso sways back and forth. His response is immediate.

"Yes." Ladybug grins in victory, Damian doesn’t get the chance to backpedal.

"Yay!" Starfire quickly steals Robin's usual seat. Raven and Beast Boy take up one side of the couch, Robin and Ladybug take up the other. Everyone bickers and argues over which movie to watch until Robin gets annoyed and plays one of the few movies he can bear. Lion King.

Throughout the duration of the film, Beast Boy slowly pushes Ladybug closer to him laying longways until he takes up the majority of the couch. Ladybug is squished against Robin, their arms pressing uncomfortably against each other. Deciding to test the waters, Robin wraps an arm around the Parisian's shoulder. The lights were off but the girl's blush is obvious. She has yet to move, he feels her glance in the opposite direction for a moment before leaning onto him.

Damian wasn't freaking out... Okay, Damian was only freaking out a little. He didn’t do well last time he saw she likes him. What should he do now? An annoying and sarcastic voice told him not to ignore her but they weren't much help. The little Grayson in Damian's mind told him to pull her a little closer, maybe kiss her head to make his intentions more clear. She still isn't aware of his affection towards her. He does the first, he could all but see the little Grayson smiling. Robin has no clue what to do next so he just does his best to watch the movie.

The lights come on far too soon, Ladybug doesn't move to get off him until she notices the lights turn on. She blushes that adorable shade of pink. That's when he sees it, just behind a blushing bluenette is Raven snuggling with Beast Boy as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. His brows furrow, his arm falls of Ladybugs shoulder. It was clear this isn’t a one time thing or anything of the sort. They know exactly what they’re doing, they’ve been seeing each other and she didn't tell him. After all the times he spoke about Ladybug, she didn't care to mention her own relationship.

Ladybug follows his line of sight, her posture goes from relaxed to tense.

To Marinette it’s like confirmation to something she knew all along, he likes Raven. Maybe he only wrapped his arm around her because of how squished they were. Which means she completely misread the situation and leaned onto him when he was just trying to be comfortable.

"I knew it!" Starfire exclaims, beaming. Raven just looks away trying or hide her small smile. Ladybug is happy their happy but Robin just walks away, his face neutral. She hates when he makes that face. Soon Starfire has to leave and Beast Boy hobbles to his room, ankle still tender.

Ladybug's overthinking keeps her in place, staring at her hands. She doesn’t even notice that Raven is still in the room with her.

"You should go talk to him."

"W-what? Me? No, he doesn't want to talk to me." Ladybug tried to say no but she couldn't help but be worried for Robin. Raven gives her a look, she relents.

"Fine." Ladybug drags herself to where she knows he'll be. He was always on the roof when he has to think. She mentally prepares herself for an undeniable, verbal confirmation that he doesn't like her, she forces herself to go- to be there for him.

"Go away." Damian is in no mood to deal with Raven, how could she not tell him?

"You can't get rid of a bug that easily, Rob." He chastises himself for being rude to Ladybug again, at least she doesn't sound upset because of it. She doesn't say anything, sitting next to him as they look over the brightly lit cityscape.

"Wanna talk about it?" He doesn't respond. The little Grayson, encouraged by the success of last time, tries to get Damian to hold her hand. Their hands were so close, just a few inches apart. That definitely isn't happening. "Right..." She trails off, not knowing what else to say. The silence grows, unchecked like a cancer.

"I- Just- Why wouldn't she tell me? After-" Robin was about to say too much but thankfully stopped himself.

"After what?" He’s relieved she’s still ignorant of his affection, putting himself out there like that’s a scary thought.

"Nothing. Nevermind."

"After you told her you like her." She speaks with such certainty, like she’s accepted it as fact. Is that what she really thought?

"What? No- I just- confided in her about something similar. I expected she'd do the same. She's one of my best friends." He sees Ladybug nod, that same look of on her face.

"I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt your feelings. They probably just wanted to keep it quiet until they were ready to tell everyone." Robin had to admit she was probably right. He saw the way her hands fiddled and folded, she was trying to think of something to talk about, likely to distract him. She was always so considerate.

"So... girlfriend."

"Where'd you hear that?" He was so confused, the very idea is ridiculous.

"Well, you said you confided in Raven about something similar. I just assumed you had a partner."

"Oh. No." They sat in silence again, looking over the silent harbor. Damian gathers his courage, now is the perfect time- looking over a clear sky with the stars out. Isn't this the kind of situation girls daydream about? Now was the most likely time for her to accept. Deciding to just get it out, Damian starts speaking.

"Actually there's-"

"I know you probably don't-" Of course, just as Robin starts speaking, she does too. Alarm bells start ringing in his head, the little Grayson is trying to figure out what she was going to say while the rest of him starts freaking out.

They awkwardly laugh, looking away, Damian feels an unfamiliar little burning sensation on his cheeks. He’s loosing more of his nerve by the second.

"ILikeYou,LikeLikeLike." She just blurts it out, redder than her costume. Damian's head snaps to her with his lips parted. This is happening.

"I feel the same way. I- I apologize I didn't say so sooner I just- you said you were so busy already, I didn't want to become a distraction." Ladybug gives him a small smile, that was what that was about. She fondly wipes the hair from his forehead back, lacing her fingers through his hair. Her hand rested at the back of his neck, smiling. She looks so content, at peace.

"I see no issue in distractions."

"I suppose this is the part of the story where we kiss?" Robin puts a hand on the Parisian's cheek, inching closer. They move to close the gap until they were just a hairsbreadth away. Her eyes are so blue and so beautiful up-close.

"I suppose you'd be correct." Their lips meet, the beautiful night sky behind them- everything else melting away.

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Experience, Chapter 3

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It had been a little over two weeks since Hinata started working for Sasuke. And it was going pretty well so far. With some minor bumps in the road. Or more like, people in the road. But anyway, Hinata had gotten an idea of what her boss liked and didn't like. He liked chicken for lunch. He didn't eat red meat. Black coffee from morning, until he left work. He was always early, and no matter what, Hinata never came to work before him. She even tried being there at 07... An hour and a half before everyone else got to work. But he was still there first. He liked things neat and organized. Both at work and at home. Hinata was never at his house when Sasuke was home. She only stopped by to get his suits, or to deliver his suits back.

Hinata was also beginning to get to know some of her colleagues. Beside Naruto, she also met some nice people named Kiba, Shino, Lee, Tenten and Tamaki. Kiba, Tenten and Lee had only been working for the company for a little over a year. While Shino and Tamaki had been working there for two and a half years. Hinata enjoyed spending time with them. Even though they were a little older than her. Kiba, Tenten and Lee being 25. And Shino and Tamaki being 26. They would meet up for lunch and then separate again after. Today they had decided to eat lunch in the buildings garden. The garden was placed as a bridge between their building and the neighbor building. So both companies had access to the garden.

"Ah man I can't stand it anymore!"

Kiba yelled out. The gang looked up at him.

"What's the matter Kiba?"

Tamaki asked as she sat down on one of the many benches.

"My manager wants me to come in next saturday... Apparently some big client is coming by and they need me to show them how the IT apartment is working..."

Hinata looked at Kiba. She knew what he was referring to. She also had to meet in that saturday. It was the only day this clients could come for a meeting with Sasuke. Apparently some truck had crashed and damaged materials worth a lot of money. This had caused trouble for the company's big clients. Who were now very pissed. And Sasuke had to deal with them.

"What are you talking about!"

Tenten said annoyed. The gang looked at Tenten.

"I wish I had that kind of responsibility! Instead I get to sit in meetings all day and write stuff down."

Tenten continued, irritated.

"You'll get there don't worry..."

Shino reassured her. They worked in the same department. A lot of their work were meetings after meetings. A lot of people had to agree on certain things. And that called for a lot of negotiation. Hinata took a bite of her sandwich. 'Weekend?... I wish I was free on the weekends...' Hinata thought to herself. Even though she didn't go to work saturday or sunday. She still had a lot of work. She knew that Sasuke's mail would be filled up in no time. So instead of being stressed out the entire monday. She had worked both saturday and sunday from home. Sasuke had both a privat mail.

And a work mail, where clients and manufacturers contacted him. And the work mail was Hinata's responsibility. But Hinata didn't do much either way, on the weekends. Normally she would go for a run. Hang out at the park, or read a good book at home. Maybe do some laundry, and clean her apartment. Which reminded her.

"Oh no..."

Hinata said and face palmed herself. The others around her looked up at her.

"What's wrong Hinata!?"

Tenten asked.

"Did something happen?"

Lee asked.

"I forgot to hang up my laundry this morning..."

Hinata answered.

"Oh that sucks..."

Tamaki replied.

"It'll become all smelly now..."

Hinata said with a sad voice.

"Maybe you could go hang it up and then come back...? I mean you don't live too far away right? You go by bicycle everyday..."

Tenten asked. Hinata looked up at her.

"It's 30 min... I can't... Mr. Uchiha have a meeting at 13:30. I won't make it..."

Hinata replied and sighed. They all became quiet for a moment, until Tamaki smirked to Hinata.

"Hey Hinata. How is it working for the big boss?..."

Tamaki asked. The others eyes lit up.

"Hinata you have to tell us! I want to know if he's as ice cold as he appears!"

Lee asked.

"What I uhm... I don't know... It's like working with any other person..."

Hinata said abashed with pink cheeks.

"You have got to be kidding right? Girl are you blind?"

Tamaki grabbed Hinata shoulders over the table and began shaking her.

"He's so fucking hot his clothes are ironing themselves!"

Tamaki erupted.

"Jeez come down Tamaki!"

Kiba yelled at her, and grabbed her arms to remove them from poor Hinata.

"She's right though. Those shoulders..."

Tenten said and smiled while resting her face in her hands.

"I haven't seen him much, but I rode the elevator with him once. He smelled so good!"

Tenten continued.

"Not just his shoulders! Have you seen his thighs and ass! Sometimes he wears those suits were the pants sits tight and it's just... sweet"

Tamaki said. Kiba, Shino and Lee had decided to ignore the women and were having their own conversation at the other end of the table. Hinata, on the other hand, was far away. Her mind had wondered off thinking of Sasuke's cologne and the way he loosened his tie. Tamaki was right. Sometimes he was wearing pants that was showing off his muscular thighs and butt. And just the thought made Hinata so embarrassed, she felt like hitting her head against the wall. She couldn't feel this way about her boss. And most definitely not talk about it with colleagues.

"I'll go get something to drink..."

Hinata said and stood up quickly. She wanted to get away for a moment to clear her head.

"Want me to come with you Hinata?"

Kiba asked. Tamaki sighed loudly at Kiba's question. Kiba looked over at Tamaki annoyed.

"Thank you Kiba. It's okay. I'll be back in a second"

Hinata said and hurried over to one of the many vending machines placed outside on the bridge.

"Seriously Kiba? You just wanna follow her around like a dog or something"

Tamaki said annoyed but with a smile.

"Shut it! She's obviously uncomfortable with the topic of conversation you two girls were having!"

Kiba argued back. Tamaki laughed.

"Sure like you and your colleagues down at manegment don't talk about Ms. Rin Nohara. And her cute face and tight ass huh?"

Tamaki argued back at Kiba. Kiba's face became red.

Hinata could hear Tamaki and Kiba voices arguing, as she stood by the vending machine. She was taking a moment to choose what to drink. And while thinking, her mind slowly calmed down and began focusing again. 'Why do I feel like this. What is this weird feeling in my stomach each time I see him or think about him...' Hinata thought to herself. She took a deep breath and chose a water with peach taste. She held it in her hands for a moment. Feeling a small breeze in her hair, and on her cheek.

That's when she heard the steps of high heels clicking on the floor. Hinata already knew who it was. She turned around, to face two women surrounding her. They both gave Hinata a nasty stare. These two women had been terrorizing Hinata since day one. These two women, were the women Hinata had met in the elevator. On her way to lunch with Sasuke, the very first day she was at the office. One of them had made Hinata trip, and almost fall.

Another time, one of them had made Hinata spill Sasuke's coffee all over herself. Luckily Hinata ran to the bathroom and quickly stripped herself. And she had been sitting with cold towels over her legs. So she hadn't gotten any serious burn marks. Only very red legs. Tamaki had been an angel that day, cause she had seen it all happen and ran to Hinata's rescue.

"I'm going to rip her fucking head off!"

Tamaki had been screaming, while holding the cold towels on Hinata's legs. Hinata was sitting on the toilet, trying to hold back the pain.

"It was an accident... She apologized..."

Hinata tried to say.

"And you seriously believe that!?"

Tamaki continued.

"You could get her stupid ass fired Hinata! You work for the fucking CEO of this place! Go show him your legs and tell him that bitch did this to you!"

Tamaki said and lowered her voice just an inch. Hinata hadn't answered. And after around 20 min, she had bowered some ekstra thighs that Tamaki had. Hinata had been late with the coffee. But Sasuke hadn't complained or even commented.

Furthermore, a third girl had made sure the copy machine in Hinata's small office, ran out of ink. She was an intern and it was her job to fill it. The same with paper for the copy machine. She had even went so far to change to language. Hinata had spent an hour trying to figure out how to make the copier work again.

After that, Shino and Tamaki had transferred another intern to be in charge of anything regarding Hinata's workplace. Which included the entire top floor. It had given Hinata a little piece of mind. Except now the intern was a young man, who just came out of high school. He was very immature. And he considered Hinata an extremely sexy woman. He would make inappropriate comments on her boobs, her ass, her clothes, and in general everything about Hinata. But Hinata felt, it was easier to deal with him. This young man would at least do his job. And he wouldn't stay for long. Because Sasuke could at any time, step out of his office. And everyone, especially interns, were afraid of disturbing the CEO. So Hinata would sometimes pretend to go to the bathroom. Or pretend to be talking to Sasuke, over the speaker on the desk phone. When actually, she didn't press the speaker. That made the rude young intern, run out as quickly as he came in.

Fortunately for Hinata, she never saw the nasty women or the rude intern dude, very often. They weren't employees who worked close to Sasuke. They were just regular employees in departments far from Hinata. So that was all of the nasty encounters she had experienced, for now. Which today may put a new one the list of nasty encounters with them.

The two women gave Hinata a nasty glance. Hinata held her breath and looked down at her water. She didn't know what to say or what to do. The two women wasn't saying anything either.

Tenten was trying to separate Tamaki and Kiba who were still arguing about who knows what.

"You guys seriously, pull yourself together! You're not children, you're grown adults ffs..."

Tenten tried saying. That's when Tenten saw that the two women had surrounded Hinata. Without thinking Tenten stood up and walked in their direction.

The one woman grabbed Hinata's bottle all of a sudden. Hinata flinched and tried to step back. But she was pushed up against the vending machine. The woman opened the bottle. She looked at the opened bottle, and then at Hinata. The woman then lifted the bottle over Hinata's head.

"Would be a shame if you spilled water all over yourself and that pretty dress of yours..."

The woman said and gave an evil smile to Hinata. Hinata gasped. She didn't know what to do. She felt so weak. She was getting bullied like some teen in high school. And she was too afraid to stand up for herself. Hinata shut her eyes, and waited for the cold water to hit her.

"Hey!"

A voice yelled. Hinata opened her eyes and saw Tenten holding the woman's arm. Tenten's grasp was tight. It was visible that the woman's arm was hurting.

"Let me go you freak! You're hurting me!"

The woman yelled out. Tenten didn't let go. She stared at the woman whose arm she was grasping. And then at the other woman, who was standing paralyzed beside them.

Tenten reached out and almost ripped the water bottle out of the woman's hand. She then let go of the woman's arm, and the two women hurried away.

"You're a fucking freak!"

They yelled before the sliding door, to the building, closed.

"Hinata are you alright?"

Tenten asked and held out the water bottle to her. Hinata was still shocked at what had just happened.

"I... I erhm... I'm fine... Thank you so much Tenten"

Hinata managed to say. Her voice a little shaken. Tenten smiled at her.

"Guys what happened!?"

Lee asked as, Tamaki, Kiba, Shino and himself came up behind Tenten.

"Was it those nasty women again?"

Shino asked calmly. Tenten nodded.

"They're so disgusting! Acting like crazy people or something like that!"

Kiba said angry.

"Hinata are you okay?"

Shino asked. Hinata held her water bottle close to herself. She wanted to hide, and never be found.

"Of course she's not okay... Those animals have been after her since day one..."

Tamaki said.

"Hinata... You have to stand up to them. Or if you don't wanna confront then personally, then report them to HR..."

Tenten tried to say. Hinata knew that they were right. But she couldn't take this fight now. There were a lot of complications. Firstly, Hinata was only temporary employed for now. She didn't want to spend the next two weeks fighting those awful women. She wanted to actually work and learn. Secondly. Hinata didn't have the confidence to stand up to these women. They were confident. They had been in the company for many years. It wasn't going to be an easy fight. And having as low self esteem as Hinata. This fight was probably not the best one for building up confidence in oneself.

The water bottle cap was on the ground. Hinata kneelt down and picked it up. She sighed and looked at it.

"I have an empty water bottle Hinata. You can put your water in it and throw that one out"

Tenten said, as she noticed Hinata looking depressed. Hinata put on a small smile and they walked over to the table again.

To be continued...

Well I couldn't write this without some side characters... And I adore all of the Naruto characters so 😘

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

Again it's a slow burn... And I really wanna create a setting, so it's gonna be a while before we get to the... Good stuff... Hehehehe 🤤😂❤️

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Title: Unexcogitable WC: 2000 Episode: Watershed (5 x 24)

There’s a little mystery to solve when he emerges from the lost weekend—the lost . . . however many days it’s been since he slammed himself into the high gear necessary to not just finish Deadly Heat, but to finish finish it. And he has been determined to finish finish it: is crossed, ts dotted, and every sentence Gina-proofed.

He wants a summer with her. A normal-for-them, no suspension, no secret relationship, no . . . immediate threat of a Bracken-sent assassin. There’ll be book tour stuff, of course. He’ll be in and out of the city. But he’s gotten good at coaxing her away for two days her, three days there. He has high hopes for on-the-road summer adventures with Kate.

But first there is a mystery to solve, almost right when he emerges.

He is rank. He has jeans and a shirt with buttons that’s deeply unfamiliar to him. He’s clutching potential cover art, and he cannot imagine where it came from. So it’s definitely been more than a lost weekend. None of that is the mystery, though. That's all part of high gear. It’s part of him being head down and dedicated to finish finishing the book.

The mystery is Kate related. There’s a text on his phone. When he pulls himself out of the Costa Rica funk—the funk of no one caring how many poisonous things and seasonally aggressive murder birds his daughter might encounter—he has a body drop text. It’s old, but not that old, and it’s not from her. He can tell at a glance from the random capitalization and arbitrarily missing letters that it’s from Esposito, and that’s odd enough to warrant calling her, even though he’s pretty sure he has already called . . . a lot.

Some number of minutes ago—or could it have been hours?—he remembers that he called to leave an almost certainly incoherent victory message as he’d hit save on his final final draft. And then . . . didn’t he call her to ask if he’d already called her? He’s more or less certain he called again, or maybe again again, to confess that he still had acknowledgments to write. And then one more time to ask in one high-anxiety run-on sentence if he thought it was okay to change his book jacket bio to say that he lives in New York City with his daughter, his mother, and his lady love, who wishes to remain mysterious .

But even though that’s all a lot, Esposito being the one to text definitely warrants one more call, doesn’t it? He decides it does. He’s stripping off his rank clothes and swapping the phone from hand to hand as it rings on speaker, as he tries to decide if a shower will suffice for detoxifying him, or if he might need some kind of industrial dunking combined with medical-grade abrasives.

The phone juggling is unnecessary. It’s five rings to voicemail again. It’s sticking his head out of the shower every twenty-two seconds, because he’s pretty sure he heard it ring, and why has in’t rung? But it hasn’t rung. It doesn’t ring, even though he’s washed and dressed and on his way. And that’s a bit of mystery.

It’s a bit more of a mystery when she shows up late and disheveled, when she looks as if she’s been caught in the act. Of what, he doesn’t know, and that’s cause for consternation. It’s cause for his guilt reflex to kick in. He can be a beast when he’s kicked it into high gear. He can be a boor and a bore and all kinds of unpleasant things starting with all the letters of the alphabet, so he wonders if he’s done something or if he’s failed to do something. He wonders if he’s managed to get on her nerves to the point that the only thing for it, apparently, is for her to take one of her psychotically long runs, where time and space fall away.

He looks her up and down. He takes in the blazer she’s still trying to button and the comparative disarray of her still-perfect hair. He is not getting psychotic-run vibe off her. He’s not sure what vibe he’s getting off her, and that calls for investigation

Or maybe it doesn’t call for investigation? Maybe it calls for space. Maybe it calls for butting out. Maybe it’s him or not him, and maybe she’s been to see Burke.

He wishes the prospect didn’t terrify him. It’s a problem that the prospect terrifies him, and he knows that. He kicks himself for it every time the name comes up, every time he over-the-shoulder snoops an entry in the calendar on her phone.

He wishes that he could get his brain to think of it as her going to her therapist, not him driving her to see a therapist. But he’s kind of not there. He’s kind of caught up in the little mysteries of what she’s thinking, feeling, considering at every second, and he’s kind of quite problematically caught up in the idea that she wouldn’t need a therapist if he didn’t occasionally disappear into his writing, if he weren’t more than occasionally a doofus who unwittingly hurts her, if he could be better across the board.

It’s foolishness, he knows, and damaging foolishness at that.

Moreover, it’s a lot for eleven in the morning. It’s a lot to read into a slightly wrinkle blazer and hair that only scores a fifteen on a scale of one to ten, so he consciously dials it down. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself that this a lot and it’s unnecessary. It’s a text from Esposito, rather than her. It’s a few missed phone calls and her running the tiniest bit late.

It’s trivial. It's a minor mystery at best. He reminds himself that he has the whole summer work on the first one hundred mysteries of Kate Beckett.

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There’s a little mystery to solve when he walks out on her into the welcome heat and riotous noise of New York in not-quite summer. Its solution might be beyond him. His meager powers might not be be up to solving the mystery of how he could have been so fucking stupid.

She lied to him. She’s been lying to him and he’s going to need a calendar to figure out how long that’s been going on. Since Stack, he realizes he steps, unseeing, into an intersection and pounds a fist into the hood of the car that nearly mows him down. Since the moment he asked what the man had wanted to talk to her about. It goes back at least that far.

And farther. He weaves like a drunk through traffic, human and not human, cars and not cars. He comes to the realization that her lies must stretch back so much farther, because she had that spin on this right at her fingertips. She had a ready-to-go narrative that he is the monster, he is the self-centered diva who would dare to be upset, he is the Neanderthal who would stand in the way of her career. He’ss the one who makes her lie, and that’s not something one comes up with on the fly.

She’d gone to the It’s my life well again, and that’s a fucking annual celebration. And that means she’s been lying since last summer. It means she’s been lying since the moment she swore that it wasn’t the storm, it wasn’t the dramatic gesture of quitting the force, it wasn’t almost dying that had brought the two of them crashing together at last.

She has been lying since day one. She has had one foot out the door all this time and deep down he fucking knew it.

He knew it when she ran off after Bracken solo the very morning after she’d sworn she was done.

He knew it when she lied to him and everyone and hid the letter from Bracken’s patsy would-be assassin.

He knew it when it was five rings to voice mail all morning.

He knew it when the text was from Esposito.

He knew it when she rushed in, disheveled, when she lied to his face about her phone being off, about Gates wanting to talk to her about nothing, when she crept out of his bed before dawn just this morning because she couldn’t stand lying there next to him for one second longer.

There has never been a moment when he hasn’t known, deep down in his sad-sack romantic soul, that this has always been one-sided. He has always known that she is his soul mate and he is not hers, and he has prayed for time, for mercy, for change. The pain of it is paralyzing, but the only mystery her is how the hell he has managed to be this fucking stupid for so long.

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There's a mystery to solve when the rage breaks. It is not a little mystery and he may not have it in him to solve it.

He is the mystery. Who he has been, what he has done, what he has failed to do. He is the mystery.

She is not an innocent her. He does not—cannot—absolve her of the lies she’s told, the maneuvering she’s done to arrive at that outcome she’d already decided was inevitable. And if he loved her less, he wouldn’t want so badly to shake her for that, for all of the ways she has sold herself short, sold them short, counted what they are to one another short.

She has lied to him. She has lied to herself. There’s little he can do about that, save solve the mystery of himself.

He has held back. With her, he has always held back, the universe, with its whimsical sense of humor, has delivered that epiphany straight from the acid tongue of the least sympathetic mother in the world.

He would like to crawl away and lick his wounds. He would like a day, an hour, goddamned minute to just think through this realization. He has held back.

He has spent a year terrified that he’ll slip and tell her that he loves her, because they don’t say that, do they?.

He has spent a year manufacturing weekends when he needs to write, needs quality time with Alexis, needs a gaming night with the boys. He has spent a year conjuring space from the ether—a break from him—because he’s spent a year believing this is what she needs, this is how he doesn’t drive her away by being too much, too soon, too often.

He has spent a year not making a single comment on how stupid it is that there’s a his place and her place when they are together nearly every night

He has spent a year not letting himself wonder where they’ll be in another year.

He has spent a year telling himself This is enough. This has to be enough.

He has spent a year being a coward, letting the most damaged parts of himself insist on inertia, on silence, on asking nothing of the relationship that she was not actively, glaringly, eye-lollingly giving.

He is not responsible for her lies—for the caricature of him that she has manufactured to justify them. But he is not innocent of them, either. He, with his black certainty that everything between them is one-sided is not innocent at all.

He is a mystery he does not have time to solve right now. He is a mystery that he’ll have to wait to solve, he’ll have to work at solving.

He is a mystery with a ring in his pocket—a tiny weight that anchors him to what might be his one moment of bravery in the whole of the last year. He is a mystery on a mission.

A/N: Alternating rage and boredom—asymptotic to morphousness.

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