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aellynera · 3 years

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The Best Years of Your Life (Reeves x Reader)

THE BEST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE

(hey hey, this is my other submission for @wasicskosgirl and her 800 follower celebration! and yes, you read that right - it’s REEVES. i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope you enjoy reading it! CONGRATS Amanda!!)

Word Count: um like 6200ish oops it was supposed to be a blurb

Summary: They say the best years of your life happen in high school, but what do they know?

Warnings: Some language. Female reader implied but no pronouns/description. Teenage angst. Adult wistfulness. Mostly fluffy tho. No promises about proofreading. Frog murder.

with the prompt - “Like what you see?”

It all started back in high school. Sometimes you wonder how often people say that, and if it’s really true or they’re just falsely remembering how things happened because high school is supposed to be the best four years of your life.

But in this case, it’s true. Because high school is when you met Reeves.

Sophomore Year. High School. A Friday.

It was the third day of sophomore year, fourth period on a Friday morning, your last before the lunch break. Biology class was maybe the one you were least looking forward to, not exclusively because of the required frog dissection, but pretty damn close. Gross. And you never understood why the school year didn’t just start on a Monday, but you were new here in San Diego. Maybe they just did things differently.

It was bad enough being the new kid. It was worse when you walked into class halfway through the lecture, even if it wasn’t your fault. The timing of the move was weird, and you’d spent most of the first two days, and this morning, doing placement tests and talking to your counselor.

And now you were being called out in front of the entire class.

“Ah, there you are,” your teacher announced as you walked in the door. “Everyone, this is our new student, please make them feel welcome. You can sit over there.”

Your eyes followed as she motioned to the empty seat at the lab table in the back of the room. Suddenly you weren’t sure if your face felt hot because of embarrassment or because of the boy in the other chair.

Dark, curly hair cut close on the sides but longer on the top. Deep brown eyes framed by long, long lashes. Full, plush lips curling up into his cheek on one side. A nose that, okay, maybe might be a bit oversized but for some reason worked on his handsome face and--

Well, shit. Definitely not the embarrassment.

You shuffled your way to your seat and slid into it with your head down. A few students watched you curiously but soon turned their attention back to the lesson. You tried your best to focus on what was going on, to not look to your left at the distraction next to you.

You weren’t very successful.

By now you thought you’d sneaked enough covert glances to know that we was wearing a leather jacket, had a small diamond stud earring in his left ear, a bunch of silver-studded brown suede wrap bracelets around both wrists, a silver ring on his right index finger, and oddly precise handwriting as he took notes. In between relevant facts the teacher was sharing, he was doodling tiny music notes in the margins of his notebook.

And he totally caught you looking.

“Like what you see?” he leaned over and whispered.

Your mouth felt drier than the Sahara but also somehow so moist you were afraid you might have actually drooled on yourself. You should have opened your mouth to respond but your brain refused to make the connection. Probably for the best.

At least, at first. When it finally caught up to you, the only response your brain could provide was, “Maybe?”

Now would be the perfect time for the floor to swallow you whole.

He just winked at you and his attention went back to the doodles around his notes.

You shifted your gaze back to your own notebook, but you don’t know if anything else of importance was said, and don’t remember writing anything down. The bell ringing sharply pulled you back to reality and you hastily shoved your books in your backpack, ready to escape.

Just as you were about to leave, a voice called out. “Hey, sorry about earlier. If I freaked you out or anything.”

You looked up. He was smiling at you, a little shyly. You bit your lip, your brain and mouth still refusing to connect.

He stuck his hand out. “I’m Reeves. You’re new here?”

“Um…” you smacked yourself internally. This was ridiculous, you weren’t really shy, you knew how to have a conversation, he was just introducing himself. You were going to have a serious conversation with your brain later about proper communication techniques.

It felt like hours had passed, but you finally pulled yourself together enough to respond. “Yeah. My- my dad got transferred for work, we moved here like a week ago. He literally dragged the family across the country. I’m originally from New York City.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh, cool! I always wanted to go to New York City!”

You found yourself smiling back.

“Do you...wanna sit with me at lunch?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “Maybe you could tell me a little about the city? And...about you, since we’re gonna have to commit heinous acts of violence on an amphibian together? I’d like to know who’s wielding a scalpel next to me.”

The giggle that escaped your throat could not be contained. This boy - Reeves - was adorable. “Oh. Okay, yeah. I’d really like that.”

The Present.

Poor Lenny the Frog never stood a chance. Then again, neither did you.

To be fair, Lenny was already dead when you and Reeves got your hands on him. Well, when you got your hands on him, because for the full first half of that specific class period, Reeves refused to touch him and nearly turned as green as Lenny once was. That’s when he insisted on naming your cadaver, because somehow giving it a name made it easier to deal with.

You were pretty sure Reeves was nuts.

By the middle of sophomore year, you were dead too, but not for the same reasons.

By the middle of sophomore year, you weren’t sure how you were still alive, because every time he looked over at you and gave you a sly smile during class, gave you that look, you felt your heart go taut and you forgot how to breathe and certainly, rightfully, should have been dead.

Your friend Alexis stuck her head into your bathroom. “Hey, we’re just waiting on Vanessa, and then we’re good to go. Drinks first? The show doesn’t start until 8 so we have time.”

You glanced up from your makeup and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Alexis grinned. “Aaaaaah I’m so glad you agreed to go out tonight! It’s gonna be so much fun!”

“Oh, it’s gonna be something,” you muttered, going back to your eyeliner.

Alexis had been the first one to see the concert announcement about a week ago. A benefit show at one of the clubs down in Greenwich Village, some punk revival thing (for charity) with a bunch of different singers and musicians. Not normally your scene, but Alexis scanned through the names and suddenly remembered you’d known Reeves in high school. You said yes, he was in your class, and you’d been lab partners once. Vanessa squealed in excitement and Alexis announced you were going to the show. There was never any actual agreement.

Because of course Reeves was going to be there. And of course, you had to be too.

Junior Year. The Parking Lot. A Tuesday.

“I’m just saying, it was a ridiculous foul, and it should never have been called,” Reeves groused as you walked out of the gym.

“We also should have made like twenty more of our own foul shots,” you pointed out.

The Lake Howell Silverhawks had fallen to their arch-rivals in a somewhat glorious fashion. You didn’t even like basketball that much. But that didn’t really matter. The games were just an excuse to go out for burgers before and hang out with your friends during.

It was definitely an excuse to hang out with Reeves.

Junior year, you were both disappointed to find you didn’t have any classes together, but you still almost always ate lunch together. He’d come over to your house to study during the week and sometimes just to chill out on the weekends. Over the past year, he’d shown you all around the city and taken you to his favorite places. You told him all about New York, how you missed it and one day you’d go back, and all the famous sites and which ones were tourist traps that he was only allowed to visit the very first time and then never again.

You spent so much time together, even your mother liked to tease you about why he wasn’t your boyfriend.

It took a while for you to find the words to tell her it was because he was someone else’s.

As much as you liked to pretend she didn’t change anything, Randie Rustenberg changed everything. It was gradual, like a creeping vine of ivy, and she slowly took him over. There was no malice; it was just one of those things that happened. Reeves spent less time with you, his best friend, and more time with Randie, his girlfriend.

The girlfriend you desperately wished was you, because ever since that first biology class you’d had the biggest, stupidest crush on him.

Eventually you had a boyfriend of your own. Theo was a nice guy, he really was. Polite, friendly, had a good sense of humor, liked your family. And your family loved him. Your mother was so happy that you had a boyfriend, she seemed to forget to ask how Reeves was and if you’d seen him lately.

Of course you saw him. You saw him every day, in the cafeteria, at his locker, passing by in the halls. Sometimes you could find him playing the grand piano on the stage in the empty auditorium. Yes, if your mother bothered to ask, you saw Reeves all the time. Now it was just always with her.

Except this week. It was a break of sorts, no classes, just some sports and other school activities. Randie was on some trip with her parents for some kind of church function, and Theo was fishing with his dad on some lake up north. He’d told you where, but you honestly couldn’t be bothered to recall. So when a bunch of your friends and a bunch of his friends all said everyone was going to the basketball game, there was no debate.

As if there was any way you’d say no.

Sometime during the game, your friends wandered off to the snack bar and never ventured back. His friends started a game of hacky-sack under the bleachers. And you found yourself pretending to understand all the finer points about hoops strategy, cheering and yelling along with Reeves and having a great time, just like you used to.

“Where’d you park?” he asked as you left the gym and headed out into the sea of cars. You vaguely pointed in the direction of yours and he grinned. “Oh, good, I’m that way too. Come on, I’ll walk you.”

The faint glow emitted by the lampposts in the parking lot bounced off his curls and his eyes, when you could catch a glimpse, were bright beneath them.

As if there was any way you’d say no.

The walk wasn’t very far, but it felt like it was over in a second. You hadn’t said anything on the way, just soaked in the comfort of walking next to him as he kept commenting on the game.

He was waving his hands everywhere, looking at them as he talked as if his hand motions would make things make any more sense to you, in the middle of saying something about your center and how they needed to get better about blocking out when you finally spoke.

“Oh, shit.”

Reeves looked up at you. “What, you don’t agree?”

You dropped your bag on the ground and rolled your eyes. “No, my car is locked and I left my keys inside.” You pointed to the passenger seat. Your keys stared back at you derisively.

You both stared back at them for a moment, then he grinned. “Hang on, I got you.” He held up one finger and trotted off to his car, coming back a minute later with something in his hand. “This should take care of it.”

You took a step back. “Reeves? Um. Okay, why do you have a coat hanger in your car.”

He rolled his eyes back at you. “For emergencies, duh.” He quickly twisted the hanger into a hook shape and went to your passenger side window.

“And why do you know how to break into a car with said coat hanger?”

“Like I told you,” his tongue poked out between his teeth as he worked, “for emergencies. You think I haven’t locked my own keys in my car once or six times?”

“Did Randie teach you how to do this?” The words were out of your mouth before you could think. She probably had. She might have been churchy when required, but she was also responsible for about half of Reeves’s stints in detention (the other half just being him making the wrong joke at the wrong time and pissing a teacher off.)

Thank god he didn’t seem to hear you as he kept working at the lock. Finally you heard a *click* and he pumped a fist into the air with a little “yessss!”

And then you’re not really sure what happened. You bent down to pick up your bag and then you were standing up and Reeves’s face was literally about three inches away from yours and for the eight thousandth time since you’d know him, you forgot how to breathe.

Neither of you said anything for what felt like days. You just stared at each other under the dim halo of the parking lot lights.

“Here you go.” He took your hand and dropped your keys into it.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Like what you see?” the corners of his mouth quirked up, just the slightest little bit.

“...Maybe.”

And the staring recommenced. Were you two getting closer? Physically closer, you meant, of course you were close, you’d always been close. Well, at one time you were really close but then Randie Restenberg happened and it wasn’t fair that she got to know what those lips felt like and did he always smell this good or--

“Yo, Reeves!” A pickup truck full of guys skidded to a stop behind your car and one of his friends - Jake? Jack? you barely remembered your own name right now - stuck his head out the window. “Fight to the death ping pong tourney at Matt’s house! You in?”

Reeves bit his lip and closed his eyes for a second before he pulled back with a soft “I’m sorry” before turning to his friends. “Um, yeah, sure. Sounds brutal. I’ll meet you there.”

The pickup sped off, tires screeching out of the parking lot. Reeves turned back to you, but you’d already gotten into your now unlocked car and started the engine.

You rolled down the window a fraction and gave him a weak smile. “Hey, um. Thanks for saving my butt. Now go kick theirs at ping pong, yeah?” Your face felt so hot, and for once you were grateful for the dim lights in the lot.

“You could, um, come along if- if you want.”

“Nah, I’m...I’m tired, I’m just gonna...um, head home. But I’ll see you tomorrow maybe?”

Reeves looked like he was about to say something else, but he didn’t. He just stepped onto the curb in front of your car, smiled, and raised his hand in a little wave as he watched you drive off.

The Present.

A series of shrieks and the slamming of the door told you Vanessa had finally arrived. It sounded like they were jumping up and down on the tile just inside your front door, which was ridiculous since you’d all just seen each other the day before. But typical.

You smoothed a pinkie under your eye, checked your makeup one final time, and went into the living room.

“Oh, you look hot,” Vanessa gushed. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and plopped down on your couch. “Who are you trying to impress tonight?”

“Reeves, of course,” Alexis laughed, leaning on the kitchen counter. She sorted anything she might need from her big purse into a little evening bag as she talked. “You know we go to all his shows. And you know they went to high school together.”

You snorted. “That was a long time ago. I’m not even sure he’d remember me.”

Vanessa waggled her eyebrows. “You’re probably right, No offense, honey, but no one was that hot back in high school.”

He was, your brain supplied. Very helpful. You smiled wanly.

Vanessa continued. “But you were friends, right? You’ve never really talked about it. God, it must be so cool now to think that you were friends with Reeves back when he was an awkward high school teenager.”

“Reeves was never awkward,” you laugh. “It was kind of unfair.”

“But you totally had a crush on him,” Alexis offered.

Had? What do you mean, had? Oh my god, shut up, brain.

A pillow flew in your direction and you ducked as Vanessa giggled and Alexis rolled her eyes. “Come on, tell us something about him,” Vanessa goaded. “Wait. Was he, like, your prom date? That’s your secret! You totally went to prom with Reeves and you never told us!”

Senior Year. Prom. A Saturday.

The night was not supposed to go this way.

It was supposed to be limousines and corsages and dinner with dates and friends. It was supposed to be endless pictures while your mother told you how gorgeous you looked and how handsome he was and your father gave a thinly-veiled shovel talk about how he knew what happens on prom night and what would really happen if that actually happened. It was supposed to be punch and cookies and balloons. It was supposed to be dancing closer than the chaperones were comfortable with and kissing with tongue when they weren’t looking.

It was supposed to be the best night of your life. It was supposed to be fun.

Nowhere in your weeks of dreaming of this night did it involve sitting on a bench in the girls’ locker room, knees pulled up to your chest, while the party carried on in the gym just beyond.

It definitely didn’t involve crying.

The bass beats of the deejay and the harmony of laughter temporarily got louder as the locker room door opened, and then faded back into a muted thumping as the door closed again a second later. You could hear footsteps headed in your direction but before you could unfold yourself and wipe your tears away, a familiar voice called out.

“Hey, there you are!”

Being able to find the words to describe how he looked in his tux, his curls slightly tamed by some gel, the blue rose (of course it would be an off color, why would he pick something standard?) pinned to his lapel, his lopsided grin… Finding the words was nearly impossible.

Of course he would show up now. Because your night wasn’t already crappy enough and half the reason you were sitting there weeping instead of out there dancing was standing right in front of you.

You realized that wasn’t fair. It was probably more like, twenty-five percent of the reason, and it wasn’t his fault. But that didn’t make it any better.

“Why are you in the girls’ locker room, Reeves?” you sniffled.

He furrowed his eyebrows and his nose scrunched up in concern as he took in your mascara-streaked cheeks and puffy red eyes. “One of your friends said you came in here like half an hour ago and nobody’s seen you since. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly not.” He sat down next to you. “Wanna talk about it?”

A deep, shaky sign left your chest. You didn’t really want to talk about how, earlier in the evening, you’d excused yourself to use the restroom and come back to the gym to find Theo dancing with...you didn’t remember her name, nor did you care. You didn’t mind that he was dancing with another girl, in theory, but it was another matter entirely when his hands were on her ass and she was sucking a deep purple mark into his neck. And he was laughing.

A short, vicious argument ensued in the coat room after you’d cut in and dragged him off by the elbow. And it turned out that he’d been seeing whats-her-name for months, somehow, behind your back while pretending that everything was perfect with you. When he was supposedly visiting his grandparents? He was with her. When he had to work an extra shift? He was with her. When he got off the phone with you, saying he needed to get to bed early? He was calling her.

Prom wasn’t supposed to involve a very public break-up.

And things didn’t get any better when, deciding you needed something to drink, you went back into the gym and immediately saw Reeves and Randie, dancing cheek to cheek, arms snugly wrapped around each other as a soft, romantic song wafted through the air. Because of course he was with her. She was his girlfriend and Reeves wasn’t a detestable cheating asshole.

There was always another her.

You couldn’t handle it.

So you took off to somewhere almost guaranteed to be empty. You figured the locker room wasn’t really the kind of place kids would want to make out, and you were right. It was blessedly empty. Until now.

But you couldn’t tell him the second part, so you just went with the first. His eyes got wide as you blubbered through the sordid details of Theo being a complete and utter twat. Another quivery sob half-burst from you and Reeves got up. He grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser and handed them to you as he sat back down.

“Thanks,” you hiccuped.

“I never liked him,” Reeves announced.

You found yourself choking on a huff of air. “What? Yes you did! Everybody loved him. That’s what makes it extra shitty.”

“Did you?”

“What?”

Reeves cocked his head and looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. “Did you love him?”

Your mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. Why did you always seem to forget how to make words when Reeves asked you questions?

“What?”

He shrugged. “Everyone else loved him. Did you?”

You used every last ounce of willpower you had to not jump up on that bench and shout that of course you didn’t love Theo, you idiot, because I love you.

That would not make this night any easier.

The next thing you knew, Reeves put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, hugging you soundly. He rested his cheek on the top of your head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re better off without him.”

You dabbed at your eyes. Nope, still couldn’t make words.

Minutes, hours, days. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, pressed to him and feeling him breathe beneath you. You no longer had any idea how long it had even been since everything crashed around you and he’d come to try and help you pick up the pieces. You just listened to his heartbeat, strong and steady, as the muffled music and joyful shouts of classmates went on past the closed door.

Finally he spoke again. “Hey, you wanna get one of those complimentary pictures?”

“What?” Oh, great. You were finally able to answer his question but you could still only come up with that one word? Stupid brain.

“Well, I…” he sat up straight and, after the briefest look into your eyes, he glanced away. Was he blushing? You weren’t sure. “I always kind of...I kind of thought we’d have a prom picture together. I mean, I just figured, y’know, we’d go with a bunch of friends, but I always hoped I’d get a picture with my best friend.”

The sniffles were back in an instant. Damn him. “Reeves, I...you really want to get a picture now? I look horrible, I can’t get a picture taken like this!”

He took the paper towel from your hand and gently dabbed at your cheeks. “You couldn’t look horrible if you tried. Come on, it’ll be fun. And just think how excited your mom will be when she gets a copy of it.”

Despite your best efforts, you had to laugh. “Okay.”

You headed to the photo area after you washed your face, Reeves helped you wipe off the stray streaks of mascara, and you reapplied just a bit of makeup to make yourself feel better. You were never sure what Reeves said to the photographer before the shots, but he seemed quite happy to take multiples. Reeves stayed pressed against your back with his arms down around your waist, hands clasped together in front of you, for each and every one.

At some point between the second and third shot, he leaned just a little closer into you and you suddenly felt his breath against your ear. “Like what you see?”

For maybe the first time that entire night, your face broke into a genuine smile. “Maybe.”

For a few minutes, your night was absolutely perfect.

The Present.

It was the greatest date that never was.

“No, Reeves was not my prom date,” you told your friends with a shake of your head.

You left out most of the other details, partly because you didn’t want to answer eight hundred questions from Vanessa and partly because, well, you just wanted those moments for yourself.

After the pictures, Reeves had asked if you would like to dance. Until then you didn’t realize it was possible for eyebrows to shoot that far up a person’s forehead, but yours were up for the challenge. You’d mumbled something about if Randie would mind, because you were sure she absolutely would, but he brushed it off. Randie had gone off with her friends when he came to find you, and he really wanted to dance with you, just one dance with his frog murder accomplice. And he said that with a straight face and a twinkle in his eye and there was no way you could refuse.

As if there was any way you’d say no.

One dance turned into two, and then several, until the girlfriend in question finally did show back up and Reeves was pulled away, leaving you with a soft smile and a mouthed “sorry”.

Definitely the greatest never-date.

After prom, life returned to what vaguely resembled normal. Your love life sucked and Reeves still had a girlfriend that wasn��t you, and you didn’t see him much. To be fair, the end of senior year and graduation did creep up pretty fast so there wasn’t a lot of time anyway. Graduation was there before you knew it; he cheered for you and you cheered for him as you each walked across the stage. You made brief appearances at each others’ graduation parties and talked a bit and then, once again before you knew what happened next, it was time to leave for college.

You went back to New York. Reeves stayed on the west coast.

And over the years, like so many other people before you and after you, you just fell out of touch.

“And anyway,” you asserted, “we were just kind of friends. Yeah, like I told Alexis before, we were lab partners sophomore year, and we hung out sometimes, but that was it. Really.”

Alexis snorted and Vanessa narrowed her eyes. “Mmmhmm.”

You threw the pillow back at her. “Mmmhmm.”

“All right, you two,” Alexis chided. “Come on, let’s get going.”

Somehow, you managed to get down to Greenwich Village without further interrogation and minimal shenanigans.

The Present. One Hour Later. Another Saturday Night.

The bar inside the club was pretty packed. Granted, it was a Saturday night down in The Village, so it wasn’t too uncommon, but you were honestly surprised that this many people showed up for a punk retrospective.

There were a few other relatively big-name acts you recognized on the bill, and a fair number of people were wearing t-shirts with Reeves’s most recent album cover on the front. There were even a few that had shirts with his face on it, which was frankly kind of weird.

“Looks like you’re not his only number one fan,” Vanessa smirked.

“I just enjoy his music,” you said off-handedly as you tried to flag down a bartender. “But anyway, tonight isn’t even about him. We’re just here to support charity, right?”

Alexis pretended to agree with you. “Right.”

You glared at both of them before turning your attention back to the bar. Yes, you came to every one of his shows in the area. When you had time. When you could take the night off. When you could rearrange your schedule and switch shifts at the last minute and promise favors to be able to attend them. When you maybe once or twice just called out sick because nothing else worked. So what.

They were really starting to get on your nerves.

The bartender finally noticed you and took your order, and you looked around the club again while you waited.

Lots of people, ranging from just-allowed-to-buy-booze to mid-sixties businessmen. A few folks that looked to currently be in their golden years but were clearly once punks in their prime. Many people in black and chains and mohawks and neon hair and piercings, to the point where you honestly couldn’t tell who was a performer and who was a patron.

The one person you were looking for was the one that you couldn’t pick out of the crowd.

“He’s gotta be here somewhere!” Vanessa’s voice shouted from somewhere behind your shoulder.

“Vanessa, you’re getting a little weird about this,” you called back as you grabbed your drink and turned around.

“Like what you see?”

Eyes wide and mouth slightly hanging open, you almost dropped your full glass.

Vaguely, nearby, you heard the sound of glass shattering and shot a glance to your left. Alexis really had dropped her drink, and Vanessa was clutching onto her arm for dear life. She was holding her glass at a slightly odd angle and the contents were dripping onto one of her shoes.

The crowd silently pulsed backwards as one, clearing out around the four of you for a respectable distance. Several people watched curiously; surprisingly, they just stood back and stared instead of trying to get involved.

Reason Number One why you really couldn’t blame them: Reeves stood there, right in front of you. Literally less than two feet away, looking right at you. His mouth pulled up into his familiar lopsided grin, his hair still dark but shot through with strands of silver, curly on the top and shorter on the sides. His nose with the little dent, perfect on his face under those dark, luminous brown eyes and...holy shit, was he wearing eyeliner? He was wearing eyeliner.

Reason Number Two why you really couldn’t blame them: Leather pants. Under his old, faded t-shirt and black leather jacket (you were used to seeing him in brown, but you had to admit the black looked good) he was wearing leather pants.

Reason Number Three why you really couldn’t blame them: Quite simply, Reeves was standing in the middle of a bar in New York City and he was talking to you.

You blinked once, then twice. You may have blinked more times but all you could think about was the fact that, after all these years, your brain still couldn’t make words when Reeves asked you a question.

That same old question.

Suddenly you were grinning back, completely ignoring your friends and their dumbfounded squawking and sputtering next to you. You were smiling because even though your brain couldn’t make full sentences of words, it could pull one particular word out of the void and let it come out past your lips.

“Maybe.”

Reeves grinned fully now, his eyes lighting up and the crinkles at the corners deepening.

Someone - maybe Vanessa, maybe a total stranger, you couldn’t be sure - might have swooned from the sidelines.

“Always told you I wanted to come to New York,” he said.

“Always told you I’d go back.”

And the next thing you knew, the next thing that made any sense anywhere in your mind, was that Reeves had stepped forward, wrapped his arms around you, and placed the softest, sweetest, most heart-achingly gentle kiss on your lips.

You pulled away in a daze, felt the heat rising in your cheeks, as you heard a muffled choking sound halfway behind you. Definitely Vanessa.

Alexis and Vanessa’s eyes, already bugging out of their faces, nearly fell out of their sockets when Reeves turned to address them.

“Hey, ladies. I’ll come talk to you after the show, but for now, I just need to borrow your friend for a few minutes, okay?”

There were somehow still more bizarre, mostly inhuman noises that came out of your friends and even later, when they’d deny ever acting like that in front of a famous rock star (and rolled their eyes at you when you corrected them that he was a musician, not a rock star), it wouldn’t matter because you weren’t paying a single bit of attention to them them anyway.

You only had eyes for one person.

He took your hand and pulled you past the bar, into a little room in the back; the office, presumably. The second you were both inside, he wrapped his arms around your waist and looked you in the eyes. He just stared for a few minutes, or maybe hours, you weren’t sure.

It really didn’t matter.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered.

“Third day of school, fourth period biology class, sophomore year?”

Reeves smiled softly. “The second you walked in that door.”

“Why didn’t you?” you tilted your head to look at him. Okay, to gaze into his eyes. You tilted your head to gaze into his eyes and your subconscious hoped to any gods that would listen that you did not have actual hearts or stars in your pupils.

Not that it really mattered.

His arms never left you but he gave a little shrug. “Never seemed to be the right time. And then I had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “And I ended up with that lame excuse for a boyfriend. But do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that?”

“When you couldn’t stop staring at me when you sat down at the lab table next to me?”

“Hmmm, maybe. But definitely when you told the teacher we had to have a funeral for Lenny.”

“Hey, Lenny was a fuckin’ hero,” Reeves batted his eyes at you innocently. “He performed a brave and great service to his country.”

“I am oddly happy you’re still an idiot,” you giggled.

“I’m ecstatic that you kept coming to all my shows in the city.”

You pulled back slightly and looked at the ceiling. “You noticed?”

Reeves gave you that look. That look he always gave you, when you were teenagers, when you said something either completely ridiculous or completely profound. That look he gave you when he thought you might not be looking, even though you were always looking. That look that said he always had your back and you were his best friend. That look that you thought you’d be lucky to see one more time but probably never would.

That look.

“Of course I noticed. I thought about having security make you stay back, but that’s just...no. You always looked happy, and I don’t know...I just didn’t want to intrude, I guess? Just always wondered why you never stuck around after the shows, never stayed to talk to me, never came knocking on the dressing room door.”

You thought about that for a minute. You really did try, but you couldn’t come up with a decent answer. You were happy. Just seeing him was enough, you told yourself. Just hearing him sing was enough, just being in the same room with him, just being near. Just like it was back in high school.

Only it wasn’t high school anymore, and now that he’d finally, finally - after years of would’ve and should’ve and maybes - kissed you, you knew enough wasn’t going to be, well, enough.

So that’s what you told him.

And Reeves pulled you close, leaned in closer, and kissed you again.

You pulled apart, breathless again, and rested your foreheads together.

After minutes, or maybe days, or maybe hours, and definitely years - it didn’t really matter - Reeves was there. You were there. And for once, you were really there together.

“Like what you see?”

“...definitely.”

The Future. Any Day. Every Day.

You always thought, and your friends always said, that the best years of your life happened in high school. And to a certain extent, that was true and you believed in that notion for a very long time.

But ever since that night, that one glorious night in a Manhattan bar, you realized you were wrong.

The best years of your life were still happening.

~end~

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chilling-seavey · 4 years

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Passchendaele - XIX

A/N My posting schedule landed right on real life Zach’s birthday so happy birthday to him...you’ll always be sixteen in my eyes...

T/W Graphic descriptions of war violence and weaponry, blood, and death

The men were sent over the top again the following day around mid afternoon, Daniel with a new ranking patch crudely sewn onto his left sleeve. He definitely didn’t have the careful hand that his sister did when it came to a needle and thread. Despite his pride of the higher rank, Daniel still felt uneasy, not quite his usual self, and he found himself smoking another cigarette from Christian’s old pack after supper. Thankfully he slept that night, although not very long, but it gave him just enough energy to head into their next battle.

His rifle was freshly cleaned, wiped down of the mud and grime from their previous fight, enough so he could almost see his reflection in the metal. The rain still fell, lighter now but still intense and it only made the flooding worse, the water now up to their knees in the trenches. The battlefield itself was no different, the shell craters still filled with water and the mud soft enough to suck men under.

Corbyn had to lead the group so they lost sight of him quickly among the smoke, but Zach and Daniel stayed together, picking off the enemy one by one. They were certainly more efficient when they worked together, huddling behind the line of barbed wire and firing two on one.

They pushed forward together, Daniel taking lead as Zach followed behind him, covering each other when one would crouch to reload. The mud was terrible and they struggled to stand steadily as they walked, boots slipping thickly with each step. They were covered in it too, caked in mud up to their heads and the heavy rain did little to wash it away. Bullets zipped past them, landing stiffly into the ground as they managed to dodge them, eventually resorting to crawling along the ground to keep low. As each shell hit, they threw their arms over their heads to protect themselves the best they could.

They made it pretty far across the field, taking cover behind a half drowned German artillery that was still a good way away from their front lines, most likely from a prior battle weeks before. Zach pushed himself over to sit back against the cold metal, adjusting his helmet breathlessly as he started to reload his rifle. Daniel peered around the side of the half-destroyed gun, eyes scanning the German lines in the distance, raised slightly above them. He could see the shadows of the town of Passchendaele in the distance. The rest of their battalion fought around them, shells from both sides shooting mud into the air, a few not even going off as they lodged themselves in the mud.

Daniel wiped the rain from his face as he turned back to sit beside Zach.

“See anything?” Zach asked loudly over the hard gunfire around them.

“I can see the town.” Daniel replied, digging his finger in the magazine of his rifle to try and clear the mud that was starting to lodge itself in the crevices again. “We’re bloody close.”

“Christ…are we taking it today?” Zach gaped.

“We can’t take the entire German front just the two of us.” Daniel retorted.

Zach sighed and shifted onto his knees to peek through a gap in the metal. A stray bullet hit right next to him and he threw himself back, nearly landing on Daniel in the process.

“What do we do now?” Zach asked quickly as Daniel pushed him off.

Daniel looked back around the edge, the sun starting to set so the dimming grey skies only made it harder to see. He sat back again, pressing a hand to his head in thought, trying to think of a logical next step as a Sergeant but also keep his mind out of it as to not really process the death that was surrounding them.

“Seavey?” Zach tried again.

“I-I don’t know!” Daniel said loudly, angry at himself for not knowing and for constantly letting his emotions get in the way. He got to his feet, staying ducked behind the artillery they were hiding behind, trying to pull the bolt on his rifle. It was stuck.

Zach watched him fight with it for a moment, Daniel grumbling angrily under his breath, finally opening the gun and pulling out the unused bullets with shaking hands.

“Piece of fucking shit.” Daniel tucked the bullets into his pouch again and unclipped the bayonet before tossing the rifle into the mud.

“What are you-” Zach started.

“You better cover me.” Daniel ordered sharply, pulling Zach to his feet. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his anger only fueling it more. “We’re just killing as many as we can. It’s all we can do right now.” Daniel ordered.

“You can’t fight without a rifle!” Zach protested.

“That’s why you’re covering me, Herron!” Daniel snapped, grabbing the boy by the front of his uniform and pushed him out from behind their hiding spot. They both ducked quickly as a rain of bullets flew at them, hitting the mud messily with their heads down. They crawled quickly into one of the craters in the mud, keeping out of the water that would surly suck them under.

“This is your stupidest idea yet!” Zach screamed.

“Just start firing!” Daniel yelled.

Zach took position and watched as Daniel jumped back out right into the middle of the battle. It was like watching a hero, Daniel fueled by his emotions enough to use only his bayonet against a full army of loaded men. Zach made sure to carefully back him, eyes scanning the area and knocking off anyone who even looked at him for too long.

Daniel seemed to perfect the art of disassociating, digging the blade into man after man, watching them fall around him without a second thought. One put up a good fight as Daniel slung his arm around his neck from behind and dragged him to the ground, the older man easily pushing back. Daniel made it on top of him, straddling him, holding the man’s face down in the mud, his bayonet glinting in the moonlight as he pushed it right between the man’s shoulder blades.

“I need to reload!” Zach screamed across a few yards away, his last bullet finishing off the man that Daniel had pinned to the ground. Daniel came running back, sliding messily into the crater to avoid any gunfire from the German lines, panting hard as he regained his composure, tossing his well used bayonet to the side. Zach reloaded his rifle as quickly as he could, eyeing Daniel who sat next to him, staring his hands that were covered in fresh blood. They didn’t notice the gunfire slowing.

Daniel let his hands fall into the murky water that filled the bottom of the crater, his boots keeping him above the pool as he rinsed the blood off. His hands were shaking with adrenaline, feeling his eyes fill with tears again as realization started to set in. Whose brother or father did he just kill out there with his bare hands?

“Don’t think about it.” Zach said as if reading his mind, clicking the rifle back into place, “That’s what Corbyn always tells me.”

Daniel didn’t reply, sitting back against the side of the crater and closed his eyes for a moment, setting his hands over his face as he took a few deep breaths.

“If it wasn’t them it would have been you.” Zach mumbled.

Daniel paused a moment before dropping his hands. Silence filled the air around them.

“Why is it so quiet?” Daniel whispered, turning around to peek over the side of the crater. The dark landscape was only filled with the sound of the light rain hitting the mud puddles, the torn-up land spanning for miles, empty. Everyone was gone back to the trenches, only the dead piling across the field.

“Bloody hell.” Zach said.

“Do you remember which way our front lines are?” Daniel asked quietly.

They two of them scanned the area, the darkness and emptiness of the fields making every direction look the exact same.

“No.” Zach mumbled. “What do we do?”

“Wait until sunrise.” Daniel sighed, sitting back again with a tired sigh.

“They’re going to think we’re dead.” Zach protested.

“We will be if we go wandering aimlessly into the German trenches.” Daniel retorted.

Zach nodded in agreement, resting his rifle against the side of the crater. Daniel took his entrenching tool from his belt and clipped it together, starting to dig a bit of a ledge for them to sit on. The crater they were in wasn’t very big, only about two meters in diameter, and the distance from the top of the water to the edge gave them a good three feet. They had to keep their heads down just in case they could be spotted by the German lines and their voices soft to not be heard.

When each of them had a small ledge to sit on in the mud, Daniel set his shovel in the side of the dirt and leaned back.

“I’m hungry.” Zach broke their silence first.

Daniel reached into his jacket and pulled out a small ration of crackers, passing half of them over to the boy. Zach thanked him with a wide smile. Daniel turned onto his side; arms crossed over his chest as he stared into space again.

“What’s the first thing you want to do when you get home?” Zach asked through a mouthful of cracker.

“I don’t know.” Daniel mumbled.

“You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never thought about it.” Zach retorted.

“I wanted to have a nice supper with my family.” Daniel whispered. “But I can’t do that anymore so…”

Zach broke the cracker in half that he had in his hand and he nibbled on the corner, “You still can.”

“Not without Christian.” Daniel bit his lip.

Zach stared at his back that was facing him, “I don’t think Christian would want you to be sad. Would he?”

“Probably not.” Daniel sighed. He turned over to face Zach, curling an arm under his head as he looked at him, “It just hurts terribly.”

Zach nodded, finishing the last of his crackers and he dusted the crumbs off his hands on his trousers, “I don’t doubt that.”

The two fell into silence a moment, Daniel digging his finger into the mud haphazardly, the rain falling softly around them in a list mist.

“I didn’t tell Elizabeth.” Daniel finally whispered. “About Christian.”

“Why not?”

Daniel sighed lightly, “I didn’t want her to worry about me. Didn’t want her to worry about when I was gonna end up like him.”

“You’re going to go home to her, you know?” Zach insisted.

Daniel shrugged, keeping his eyes down, dragging his finger through the mud.

“I swear it.” Zach added. “You’re going to get out of his hell and be home with your girl.”

“You are too.” Daniel whispered, glancing up at Zach through the misty rain.

The younger boy shrugged, his legs tucked up to his chest as he picked at the mud himself now between his boots, his lips set in a small pout.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Daniel frowned, mimicing his shrug.

“I don’t know. I have nothing at home. No purpose. Wouldn’t matter if I died out here.”

“You’re sixteen, Herron. You have your whole life ahead of you.” Daniel sat up a little on his arms, narrowing his eyes with disbelief at what his friend was saying. “We both do.”

“I dunno. Maybe Christian was right...how am I supposed to look at my mother after what we’ve done out here? How am I supposed to tell her I love her every night after killing men in cold blood? What kind of son does that?”

“You can’t blame yourself for that.” Daniel tisked. “It’s the government’s doing.”

“Not for me.” Zach breathed. “I enlisted underage. Voluntarily. I did this to myself.”

“So did I. I enlisted voluntarily too. That fact doesn’t make us horrible people, it just makes us good patriots.”

“I dunno.” Zach leaned his chin on his arms that rested across his knees.

“Your mother isn’t going to love you any less because you were out here fighting. You’re out here fighting for a better future for everyone at home and that’s not something to be taken lightly.”

Zach ran the back of his hand under his nose and sniffled before leaning his head against his arms.

“We’re going to be okay.” Daniel said. Zach nodded lightly.

The nighttime air was brisk, and the mud and rainwater that soaked through their uniforms chilled them, both young men curling into themselves to stay warm. They sat there for a while in the shell crater, silent and forced to stay as still as possible. Daniel checked his watch for the first time in a long time, reading just past midnight and he sighed deeply, resting his head back agaisnt the dirt wall and closed his eyes for a moment.

“Can we keep talking?” Zach asked, his teeth chattering in the spring air as the water and mud they were soaked in was getting cold.

“Yeah.” Daniel turned his head to look the few short feet away to where Zach sat curled up.

“You gonna marry Elizabeth when you get home?” Zach asked, his warm breath coming out in light clouds as his mouth broke into a small cheeky smile.

“I plan to.” Daniel returned his friend’s smile, arms tucked around himself.

“Good. I like her.” Zach said softly.

“I’m glad I have your blessing.” Daniel chuckled.

“You definitely do.” Zach smiled, resting the side of his head against his arms again tiredly, facing him.

“Are you going to come to the wedding?” Daniel asked.

“If she says yes.” Zach teased, earning a kick from Daniel, making him smother his laughter into his sleeve.

“Bastard.” Daniel said through a light laugh.

“She’s gonna say yes.” Zach assured him.

“I don’t need you to tell me that.” Daniel tisked playfully as he shoved him, making the smaller boy nearly topple into the water. Their startled gasps filled the nighttime air as they tried not to make a sound, Daniel grabbing onto Zach just in time so he didn’t make a splash in the water.

Daniel sat back as they got settled again, sharing silent laughter stemmed from their exhaustion. Zach shifted against the mud to find a more comfortable position, curling up the best he could against the ground and Daniel did the same, both trying to get some rest before daybreak.

They didn’t even get a moment to sleep before a loud explosion in the distance startled them both back up.

“What was that?” Zach asked, panic apparent in his voice. Daniel peered over the edge of the crater, Zach grabbing his rifle in the process.

Daniel held his hand up to tell him to hold back, watching another explosion go off in the near distance, mud and rain water splashing up with it. Two dark forms were walking through the battlefield, matching the pace of each staggered explosion as they slowly got closer.

“They’re bombing the craters.” Daniel breathed, turning to Zach, “Making sure they’re empty.”

“Germans?” Zach clarified.

“Yeah.”

“What do we do?” Zach asked quickly.

“Shoot them. It will buy us time.” Daniel whispered.

Zach nodded, pulling the bolt on his rifle. It didn’t budge.

The boys looked up at each other with wide eyes and Daniel snatched the gun to try it himself, sure enough, finding it jammed with frozen mud. Another explosion rang through the air and they could feel it shake the ground below them as the two men got closer.

“They have guns, we can’t take them with just the bayonets.” Zach whispered, his voice shaking.

“I know. Stay against the side and whatever happens, don’t make a sound.” Daniel ordered quietly, kicking the rifle into the water to hide it.

They pressed themselves up against the side of the crater, staying as still as they could and simply praying for the best. Zach was trembling and Daniel could see him shaking through the dark, close enough to still make out his terrified and uncertian expression.

Another explosion shook the ground, a few loose pieces spewing into their crater and they could hear the two men walking behind them, their boots squeltching in the mud. Zach held out his hand and Daniel held his hand tightly, Zach’s cold and soiled skin sending chills up Daniel’s arm. The younger boy bit hard into his bottom lip, eyes finding Daniel’s as they sat only two feet apart and shared silent reassurance to each other.

The men’s walking stopped for a moment. Zach pressed his finger to his lips, making Daniel’s eyebrows furrow for a brief moment just before the German grenade was thrown into the crater right in front of them. The fuse was dissapearing quickly and before Daniel could even flinch, Zach was tearing his hand from Daniel’s and throwing himself on top of it.

It all happened so fast, Zach tucking his body around the grenade and hugged his arms over his head, and barely two and a half seconds later, Daniel was alone.

His ears rang with the impact of the explosion, warm blood dripping down his face and soaking his entire uniform in thick splatters mixed in with the freezing cold mud. Daniel didn’t move. He was frozen stiff, his mouth parted with intense shock and hands held out stiffly in front of him as if waiting for something. The blood trickled down his cheek, trailing over his bottom lip before falling in silent drops onto his lap.

The explosions got distant again and only a few short minutes later the battlefield was back into perfect silence. Daniel took a jagged breath, his body starting to shake violently and he reached a hand up to wipe the blood from his face. It was everywhere; smudged over his cheeks and hands and contaminating the muddy water with deep red. The dismembered hand laying across the crater was the tipping point, Daniel’s body heaving him forward and he threw up against the mud as he let out a wracking sob that he smothered into his uniform sleeve. Tears poured down his cheeks, finally letting out all the emotions of the past weeks in one go.

He bent forward over the mud, crying hard into his palm to try and smother the sound as to not give himself away. A glint of silver caught his eye and he reached out to grab Zach’s dogtags that were wedged in the mud a few feet off.

“Oh, God!” Daniel weeped, falling back against the side of the crater, trying the best he could to still keep quiet as he cried uncontrollably, clutching the thin metal tags in his hands. His whole body was shaking and he was shivering with cold, hugging his arms around himself to try and keep warm, his wracking sobs kept silent by his teeth that bit hard into his sleeve.

Zach’s dogtags clinked together quietly in the cool wind, held tightly in Daniel’s blood coated grip as he cried himself to exhausion, sleep finally taking over.

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thethirdwheel404 · 4 years

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Med Rewatch Series (#20)

YESSIR. WE MADE IT. I CAN’T BELIEVE WE MADE IT.

Final episode that I’m watching for the rewatch series. Ready to fuck some shit up.

S3 E20: The Tipping Point.

Episode description: Dr. Rhodes second guesses his decision to remove himself from the team of doctors who work to separate conjoined twins.

You’ve gotta be fucking joking right?

okay.

last ava ep that mattered. i’m so excited

let’s get into it.

- ava

- the way nat looks at connor when ava says that he will not be operating

- it’s like no one trusts ava at all?

- yes, he’s emotionally involved, but is that really that good of a thing?

- ava is of sound mind. connor evidently does not think that he is

- why is connor apparently the only one capable of the surgery?

- fuck off. this is why he needs to leave

- so many nat ava interactions. i never expected this. ( i should have. i am dumb)

- ava reminding nat that like, she’s here. right next to them. in this conversation

- nat, to connor: “The cronins are counting on you!”

ava: “They’re counting on the team.” like bitch?

- like it or not, nat also does not believe women should have rights. maybe it’s a manstead thing. no. it’s definitely a med thing.

- i like ethan’s jacket.

- april can shut the fuck up. hypocrite? i smell a hypocrite? (who am I kidding, they’re all over med)

- ethan has the best outfits

- april. the one who preached unconditional love. is like. ‘emily can get fucked. i don’t care.’ i can’t believe it. this is so fucking stupid.

- three weeks ago (literally) will and nat were not on speaking terms. now he’s gonna fucking propose?

- NOBODY ON MED HAS FUCKING BRAIN CELLS

- I always hated how on tv shows, characters get married super soon. it’s so fucking annoying.

- omg bert tried to kill himself holy shit

- ava sighing at connor trying to give input.

- sarah’s dad: “I don’t deserve you.” NO BITCH YOU DON’T. go die

- connor fuck off. stop having to give orders on everything

- yeah, sure. connor emotes in this episode. but what he’s emoting at is going in and fucking stealing a huge surgery

- i can’t believe this is the last episode of med with connor. can’t believes he leaves for mayo clinic at the end of the season... the world we live in...

- YESSS THEY FIND EMILY AT THE ENCAMPMENT. classic angst. honestly. i fucking love it.

- yeah april.

- god this is like. classic angst. old school. back to basics. this is fucking fantastic

- UGHHHH I LOVE ITTTT

- the fuck?

- the mayo guy, and the other doctors are surprised that connor, a surgeon, knows how to do surgery? EXCUSE ME? THE BAR IS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR

- why is everyone so fucking stupid. i’m being serious. watch that scene. it is so stupid.

- ava is... not surprised that connor cut in. i mean. is anyone?

- she almost has that scoffy grin, that she does, under her mask

- okay but like ava’s character growth. instead of being mad that connor’s getting in on the surgery (like she would at the beginning of the season), she’s concerned for his career.

- sarah’s dad is fucking pathetic. i can’t believe sarah’s stuck with him. she deserves so much better

- SHE HAD TO MOVE TO FUCKING TEXAS. COME THE FUCK ON.

- i can’t believe he fucking tricks her into walking him outside. fuck him.

- takes him for a walk and pushes him down a hill

- it’s taking all of my self control not to write something where ava does that

- the way ethan subtly flinches when emily apoligizes. brian tee is a god

- sarah’s dad’s dialogue really makes it seem like he’s gonna murder his own daughter

- the monkeys is a good bit

- HOLY SHIT ITS LANIK

- I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT OKAY DAMN

- he is way different than i remember. i literally never paid attention to him

- ava with her fuckinngggg rolled up sleeves is still fantastic

- ava’s disappointment at seeing connor meet with the mayo clinic guy. most rh*kker thing we’ve seen all season. and yeah, i’m including the one night stand. there’s a special kind of upset you get at seeing someone you love leave and move far away. it’s not really the same as losing someone who’s just a friend. that’s why i say it’s the most rh*kker thing.

- of course, i am still keeping them platonic, so going off of that. ava is thinking that she is about to lose the only person she’s gotten close to in the last seven months. of course she’s going to be upset

- (in the rewrite this loss is not as much of a problem bc in the rewrite she has reese)

- also that surgery was so anticlimactic fuck off. this episode is fucking boring. my favorite part is probably the emily reveal. i’m a sucker for some sibling angst

- is he really going to propose. off of that? her being mad at him. you’ve got to be fucking joking.

- HOLY FUCKING SHIT APRIL IS THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON. SO FUCKING CONDESCENDING? “She’s damaged, you can’t fix her.” SHE’S TALKING DOWN TO HIM. this is so fucking infuriating

- i cannot believe this i cannot believe this i cannot believe this she’s fucking breaking up with him bc he cares about his sister. the sister she told him to care about?? holy fuck, I can’t

- WILL IS SO FUCKING DUMB

- YOU CANT PROPOSE TO HER WHEN SHES MAD AT YOU

- YOU ALSO CANT PROPOSE TO HER BC YOU ARE FUCKING TOXIC

- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU???

- he is so fucking dumb oh my god

- connor looking out, pensive over the parking lot. why is everyone on this show so fucking extra

- tell me why ava’s casual clothes is a button up. ma’am.

- back at it with the snippy one liners

- she looks so sad? baby noooo.

- i can’t. my heart can’t.

- there’s a lot to unpack in this scene

- i don’t really know why she starts out looking so sad?

- let’s chalk that up to her being tired, and channeling her little energy into feigning annoyance at connor. but then, as she keeps speaking, keeps thinking, she taps into this deep seeded feeling of indignance. real annoyance at connor’s bullshit.

- connor returns ava’s initial comment, which at this point is still kind of light and teasing, with another sly line, trying to brush it off.

connor: “You give me too much credit.”

ava, tucking her tongue in front of her teeth in that way when you don’t believe what someone’s saying: “Do I?”

- next, she says “you’re ambition strikes me as boundless.” I really have no clue what to make of that/

- then she says “I don’t know what to think.” shaking her head, shrugging. at a loss. why? is it bc she can’t figure out what he is/was trying to do? she can’t understand him anymore?

i think it’s ‘she was surprised by what he did, but she’s mad at herself bc honestly, she shouldn’t have been’. she thought he had changed, when he pulled himself off the case. thought he had gained some humility (finally, finally given ava her one moment in the sun to shine). and then he goes back on it almost immediately.

yeah. that’s what it is. she’s surprised, but mad bc she shouldn’t have been.

- she says “but I’m sure you also secured yourself an attending position” as like a slight jab. not really meant to be cutting, but then his reaction ruins it and makes her realize that something worse actually happened. if connor had responded to it in kind with another snarky comment the moment probably would have been fine

- connor’s “ah, god, ava -” comes off as so fucking insincere.

- ava’s small little “what?”. my heart

- i also think it’s interesting that when she’s thinking things through in the moment really fast, her face changes with her thoughts/emotions, and out of some sort of reflex, she smiles. her first thing is to laugh at the situation, scoff at it

- she’s laughing out of disbelief

- why is she laughing (out of reflex)? because this is stupid. HE DID SOMETHING THAT WAS COMPLETELY UNFAIR AND RECKLESS. AND HE’S GETTING REWARDED FOR IT. LIKE HE ALWAYS HAS. and Ava is the only person to see how unfair it is. everyone else would congratulate him no questions. can’t fucking believe it

- connor asking ava if she would take the offer is so fucking pathetic. he’s asking bc he’s hoping she’d say no, and then he’d finally have his answer to ‘is she in love with me’. the stupidest thing is she says no, which basically means no, i’m not in love with you, AND HE STILL TURNS IT DOWN. WHAT THE FUCK

- boy get some fucking eyes.

- also holy shit i’m just now realizing how cool my idea of connor somehow passing the offer off to her would be in one of my alternate endings of s3. because, he literally asks her is she would take the offer and she literally says she would. so that would be completely in character

- for those of you wondering, in my version, the reason ava wants connor around is bc he’s her only friend. why would it make sense for her to take the mayo clinic offer? did you just trap yourself in your logic

- no, it’s okay, bc if she took the offer, it’s just a reset. it’s not any different, bc she’s in a completely new place, she has time to make more connections. the reason she clung to connor was bc over the seven months, he was the only person she connected with, so she valued him immensely. there’s no reason she couldn’t make another connection at the mayo clinic. it’s perfectly fine.

- connor’s such a fucking simp its so pathetic

- she’s staying for sarah

- why does she start crying? that’s a good question.

- well, for all the reasons we stated before. she’s losing the closest thing to a best friend that she has. it’s sad. it’s alienating. and she’s sad bc she thinks there’s no way that he wouldn’t take the offer

- (bc they’re just good friends. you don’t turn down job offers for good friends. and it’s true. in my version, they are just good friends, and connor takes it. and ava has to deal with being lonely again.)

- (of course, med took a different route.)

- i fucking hate this show. i fucking hate this show so much.

- the last shot of the season is sarah and charles and sarah’s dad and we get one episode of wrap up. med likes their cliffhangers so fucking much.

okay, so. this episode is pretty good for like a branching off point. we see the anxiety ava feels at the idea of connor leaving, which is really good to work with moving forward. I feel like I’ve said enough on all these different topics.

That being said, I have a lot of thoughts, and now that I have the knowledge of what my canon will be, going forward, this is going to be fun.

When I have more ideas, I’ll make more posts.

we’ve set the grounds. this was the final episode. now we look ahead, towards the future of med.

thank you, so much, for sticking with it. <3<3

#chicago med #med rewatch series #the tipping point #mine #i can't believe its done #i can't believe I lasted this long

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stusbunker · 5 years

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Just Make It to Next Time

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Overwhelmed!reader, Dean Winchester and some Sam

A/N: Beka @impala-dreamer asked for some comfort; I don't know if I have ever written it? Here goes nothing! Mental health, drinking, self harm and language warnings. xoxo

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It wasn’t a roller coaster, those go up at some point. This, this was a teeth chattering, stomach purging twenty story drop with the occasional pause; taunting reprieve before taking you down another notch. If there was an end, you hadn’t found it yet, unfortunately your brain had tapped out a while back. Everyone had rough patches, sure, but the past few months had been one train wreck and devastation after another. You needed a vacation, or a lobotomy.

Staring at the screen, you tried to make out what there was to do on the latest pile of shit that had landed on your plate: it seems all you could do was wait. Which was the last thing you had time for. You walked away, passed the pictures on the wall and into the kitchen to pour yourself some coffee. When you saw the time on the microwave you decided to make it Irish.

The label on the bottle caught your eye, taking you back to another lifetime, when you first found comfort in that particular poison.

Tending bar had a way to earn quick cash after high school, your uncle knew the owners and helped you land the job without any experience. In just a matter of months, you learned more about the world than you thought a gap year could teach someone. A hunters’ bar wasn’t always the friendliest working environment, but it was probably the quickest school for a newb you could have asked for.

You don’t remember who had ditched on their shift, but you were running between the store room and the bar all night. You felt grimy and knew your tips were going to be crap because you hadn’t plastered a fake smile on in over an hour; you were too tired for games. A group of four had been purposely asking for the stupidest shit, just to get another eye-full of your ass. Oh well, it was their tab to close, and you were used to it by now.

Suddenly a commotion erupted back by the pool tables, a biker type nose to nose with a cocky guy barely older than you. You reached under the bar for the fire extinguisher when a deep voice broke apart the impeding fight.

“That’s enough, Dean.”

“Yes, sir,” the kid replied, not breaking eye contact from the bald guy who he apparently had just hustled.

“Yeah, that’s right you listen to daddy, kid,” the bald biker taunted.

“I might be a kid, but I still have your cash, cue ball,” he threw over his shoulder, as he followed his father out the side exit.

The rest of the night passed in a blur and you got home smelly and exhausted, free to sleep the day away. The phone woke you just after noon, it was the owner looking for the key to the beer fridge, which of course you had taken home with you. So much for your day off.

The smart ass pool shark was the only customer in sight as you strolled in.

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Five Years later

“What are we doing here, Dean?” You heard an exasperated voice ask before you turned the corner from the parking lot to your apartment. That big black beauty of a car the confirmation your messages were being answered. You pulled the sleeves of your hoodie down, trying to hide one of the things you had been up to since you last saw Dean.

“Got a tip on a case in town, relax Sammy.”

“Sammy as in the infamous prodigal son?” You sauntered forward, trying to play up the carefree casualness.

The tall kid with a mop of dark hair chuckled nervously, while Dean played up the annoyance. “More like the thorn in my side. Y/N,? Sam. Sam, this is Y/N, best whiskey Old Fashions for three states.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam.” He gave you a soft wave over the roof of the car.

“What you got for us?” Dean got down to business, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket.

“What do you guys know about skinwalkers?”

Three nights and a handful of minor injuries later, you sat with Dean in the courtyard of your apartment complex. A six pack at your feet and a nearly cloudless sky above you.

“Okay, now that we are passed the impending doom. I gotta ask about the cuts, Y/N. I’m not an idiot, I know how frequent and fresh those are.”

You got through it, barely. The shame and frustration and defensiveness melting into a trail of hot tears that Dean’s thumbs carefully brushed away. You felt dead inside and the pain was the only thing that made any sense anymore. You didn’t want his pity and he wasn’t giving it. He just listened, quiet and sad beside you. It grew cold, but he only held you tighter until you both fell asleep. Only to be woken up by the early morning sprinkler setting.

He left after a very strict agreement that you call him once a week, if you didn’t he would drop what he was doing and check on you. “I’m not kidding, Y/N. You don’t have to be happy, hell, no one is ever really sunshine and beer commercials, but you gotta keep going. Okay?”

“I’m doing my best,” you said through clenched teeth.

“Good. Just keep doing that until next time and I’ll be there to kick your ass again.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“I’m serious. You stop calling, I’ll be here in less than a day.”

Sam had been packing the trunk, his jaw jutting out as he tried not to worry at the tone of your conversation. You rolled your eyes at Dean, but threw a half-hearted punch into his shoulder.

“Come here.” He pulled you into a quick hug, “Don’t be your own punching bag, you’re better than that.”

“Look whose talkin’.”

They left with eyes squinted in concern; boys who would be your heroes and sounding boards more often than you asked for. The car taillights a wistful goodbye as always.

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Last Year

“Have you seen him?” A question that you never knew could make the world tilt. You had been up anyway, one of the kids were sick, the clock glaring back at you with its hands open; useless and without answers.

“Sam, what’s wrong?”

“Dean’s not Dean right now. If you see him, steer clear and call me immediately.” His tone was fierce and flashes of black eyes sent your stomach rolling.

“What happened?”

“He said yes.”

Michael never came for you, but Dean did. As soon as Sam let him, he called, boisterous and smooth, the cocky pool shark of your past needing a distraction. You told him to meet at your place once you were done for the day. After stopping at the local bakery for a fresh tin of apple pie, Dean and eventually your kids shuffled through the door with growling tummies.

The younger one gave Dean a tour of their latest collection and the oldest a concert. He was appropriately impressed, though his demanding of ‘Free Bird’ was met more with confusion than the rightful annoyance. He helped you wash the dishes while asking about your life. Your phone was constantly buzzing and the kids interrupted every few minutes, which told him more than you could convey.

You apologized, but he brushed it away. He left full and grateful, but you knew he wasn’t alright. Not yet. You called him exactly a week later, but it was a while before he called you back.

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Now

A younger you, Sam and Dean smiled back at you from the picture frame on your wall. The trunk of the Impala your bench as you balanced your feet on their ancient green cooler. This wasn’t life and death, not for you at least. But every other breath felt like too much effort and giving up would be so easy. You stared at the empty coffee mug, wishing you could throw on an extra layer and hit the road. Fall into the life that you had only ever sight-seen.

Maybe you just wanted an excuse to get hurt. A way to break all ties for good, to be the bad guy.

Except they weren’t bad guys, not even when they were at their lowest, Sam and Dean fought to be better and to do the right thing. They didn’t throw in the towel and they certainly wouldn’t forgive themselves if you did. A rueful grin burst over your face at the thought of the look Dean would give you if he heard you had started hunting, had given up on normal. Sam’s puppy dog eyes as he would try to understand, because he would so easily.

You went back to the computer, seeing if you were free from the waiting game or damned to fill your hands with the other things you had yet to do. An hour, two baskets of laundry and three unproductive phone calls later, a knock came at your door.

There he stands, pressed suit making him look like a goddamn GQ cover model. When Dean sees you, the smile stops before it hits his eyes. He always knows. “Hey there, grumpy. Got time for me?”

“Not a chance. Come on in. Sam with you?” You hold the door wide, and he places a scruffy cheek against yours.

“He’s still working, gonna meet up with him later. Maybe grab dinner if you’re free?”

His face falls slightly as he takes in the house; your time spread so thin each room wore a line between cleanliness and chaos. You make detail-less excuses and bring him back for coffee. He raises his mug in solidarity once you share the special ingredient.

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom.” You try to steer the conversation towards him. It’s been a disconnected year for all of you.

“Thanks, is it weird to say it wasn’t any easier the second time around?”

“Not to me,” you whisper, hand falling on his while he watches you. His eyes trail up your wrist and over your shoulder, noting any clues he can to your current predicament. Dean did always know how to apply the right amount of pressure.

“How bad is it?” His hand warm and firm in yours.

You hum before sniffing back the stress tears that are perpetually under the surface. “How is it you show up today of all days?”

Dean shrugs, eyes crinkling as he takes another sip. “Maybe it was the case, maybe it was just checking in after so long, but I’m sure glad I went with my gut. Why didn’t you call me? Do we need to go back to that? Every week?”

You huff in amusement, “No, besides, who even knows what day it is anyway?”

“You sure?”

“Nope.”

Dean tosses back the rest of the coffee, puckering those lips that were just too distracting in person. “Alright, let’s get out of here.”

“What? No, I am waiting on like five things and the kids will be home--”

“Look, I’ll give you a hall pass. No one is gonna give you crap if I flash my badge. Let’s go for a drive.”

You got to sit shotgun, you’d never been shotgun before. That big bench seat and all you can do was stare at the driver. Dean revs Baby’s engine and pulls out of your neighborhood, back the way he came. He finds a country road and lets her loose, music blaring and summer breeze floating through the windows. He sings too loud, fingers drumming with that easy smile that coaxes a few out of you as he goes.

The weather is shifting, you feel the wind speed and the pressure drop. It will be gone before you get back home. Before anything can be remedied. This too shall pass, even if it gets darker you are going through it because that is all you can do, even if your heels are still dug in against the forward momentum. You crank the windows closed, watching the fat drops fall.

Sam calls and you take the phone, teasing Dean for everyone’s benefit. He gives you the details of their case, knowing that your brain needs a puzzle like his brother knows your heart needs a break. You give Sam the answer he already knows and he feigns consideration. He was always such a nerd. You wish him luck and promise him you’ll have him over for dinner next time through.

You set down your worries, one at a time until they are behind you like the passing corn fields. You aren’t fixed, but you’re better and that’s more than you had hoped. You look to your old friend, time and guilt have stamped their paths over his face, but so has love and loyalty and life’s little pleasures. He reaches for your hand again, and though you may never be whole, he isn’t asking you to be. He’s just holding you up, until the next time.

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#comfort fic #spn fanfic #dean winchester #self harm #mental health #stressed!reader #dean hurt/comfort #dean fanfic

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mars-ipan · 4 years

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school me in a l l o f t h e m I dare you

homie that would be. far too many. so i’ll give you the two i currently really wanna talk about, starting with the one i’d get less hate over probably

Narumitsu/Wrightworth- Ace Attorney series

i mean. this one. this one’s easy as hell. let’s start from the beginning. pheonix wright, 3rd grader, is accused of stealing the lunch money of miles edgeworth, aspiring lawyer and fellow 3rd grader. the class is awful to pheonix, saying that he stole the money without proving it in a mock trial. it gets to the point where even the teacher is telling him to apologize. this poor child is sobbing, trying to explain that he didn’t do it. suddenly, an objection. surprise bitches it’s the victim, miles edgeworth. “blah blah you can’t say he did it without any proof blah blah he shouldn’t have to apologize”. the class apologizes and pheonix is acquitted. this marks the start of their friendship. not too long after (a couple of years, at most?) miles’ dad and role model is murdered in a horrible incident (this is responsible for edgeworth’s fear of earthquakes which sucks since he lives in japanifornia). miles is now under the care of manfred von karma, abusive german asshole prosecutor who can die in a hole. this is where miles stops talking to pheonix (moving away to germany can do that) and decides to be a prosecutor with his newfound hatred of crime. skip to college. pheonix is in a horrible abusive relationship, the poor baby barely avoided death and was immediately accused of murder. guess who’s prosecuting this trial? miles mcfrickin edgeworth. and pheonix thinks “hold on. i know him!!! oh my god what happened????” after he is, once again, acquitted, pheonix makes the stupidest desicion in his life: to become a defense attorney. he stops going to art school and starts going to law school, just so he can meet this dude again and ask him what the hell happened to him. because if the stubborn asshole wouldn’t respond to his letters, he’d have to meet him in court eventually anyways. so pheonix becomes a lawyer. he’s... surprisingly good at it. then a case with edgeworth. and he wins!! super well!!! once again!! edgeworth is likely just “oh my god what the fuck???” idk tho since we play as pheonix, dumbass extroardinaire. anyways, in either this case or a later one (i do not remember) edgeworth comes up to pheonix after losing and essentially tells him “you’re making me feel things and i don’t like feeling things so get out of my court” (i mean literally. “saddled with unnecessary feelings, like unease and uncertainty” like bITCH??? YOU LOVE HIM D U H). and then edgeworth is accused of murder. pheonix immediately is at the detention center going “bitch let me defend you or so help me god.” miles, ever the confusing fuck, is just “no. not happening, absolutely not.” (there’s also a line where edgeworth goes “i... didn’t want you to see me like this” and in the remastered version pheonix deadass thinks “trust me, i didn’t want to see you like this, either” like b IT CH.) anyways a quick earthquake happens and once everyone’s settled, pheonix realizes he can’t see miles through the glass anymore. he stands up to look through the room and bam there’s edgeworth, on the floor trembling. this poor man. anyways pheonix is just “well i’m gonna defend u even if u don’t want me to so i’m gonna start investigating” and he does that and talks to edgeworth’s lovely detective pal, gumshoe, who explains edgeworth’s fear of earthquakes and also that after he lost his first trial against pheonix edgeworth was literally just saying “wright, wright, wright” and pacing u h m?? anyways eventually pheonix finds out that the case is related to the dl-6 incident, which is the one where edgeworth’s father dies. he goes back to the detention center and edgeworth’s all “well that’s what i didn’t want you to find out but now you know so sure defend me what the hell but you’re gonna lose” bc guess who’s prosecuting??? v o n k ar m a. anyways pheonix wins the trial, gets von karma convicted for murdering edgeworth’s father also bc dl6 was never actually solved and it’s funky fresh. edgeworth is all “i don’t know what to say,,,,” so maya, pheonix’s lovely assistant in the original trilogy, is all “try t h a n k yo u”

other moments where they are Not Heterosexual include:

all of oldbag. edgey i am so fucking sorry you had to deal with her ass. i mean yeah everyone would have that reaction but edgeworth IS a snacc, he likely goes through this all the time. no girlfriend though. rampant homosexual

i mean seriously who wears a cravat all the time other than a gay and/or a vampire

“they’re rivals!” “maybe for now we are..”

“that man” “that defense attorney” “him”- miles edgeworth, all the time

5 red knights surrounding 1 blue pawn on edgeworth’s custom chessboard

there was a jewelry line made for the game. pheonix and edgeworth both have rings. they are the only ones with rings.

and that’s only the original trilogy babey!!! there’s plenty more in the future games but i unfortunately don’t know anything past apollo justice so ah well

2. Mavin/Team Nice Dynamite- Achievement Hunter

okay first of all this is a real people fandom so i’m gonna start with a disclaimer. A. i ship them casually, B. they (and their partners) are perfectly okay with it and joke about it all the time, C. they are in a committed bromance and i will not pester them in any way. thank you. this will also be in list form as there is less of a narritive to follow :>

okay so. these fucking nerds. met on valentine’s day. they tweet @ each other on valentine’s day saying shit like “happy anniversary” i can not make this up.

they refer to each other as “boi” and “my boi” all the time. michael’s twitter bio deadass says “[wife] is my girl, gavin is my boi”

just. just watch play pals

they got married in minecraft once. it was domestic and cute afterwards.

angry boy (michael) is simultaneously Soft with and Angrier with stupid brit (gavin)

“i will,,,, have sex with you,,, consensually.” -michael jones, drunk off his ass

*gavin appears on tv in a bar* “everyone look!! it’s my boy!!! that’s my boy!!!” *applause from the entire bar*-michael jones, once again drunk off his ass

almost the entire office lowkey ships it

michael gets jealous. all the time. he has mentioned a time when gavin referred to his other best friend as “his boi” and while recalling the anecdote, michael basically said “and i was like *growl*” like. damn ok

matching necklaces

michael is the best at translating gav’s britishisms and gavinisms

“my wife is dead,,,, my husband is dead”- michael jones, in a hardcore minecraft server where he is the sole survivor

they casually lay all over each other and invade each others’ personal space all the time

they joke about gavin being the bottom in literally every fic with them. gav’s only complaints with the fic are that he’s the bottom.

i think the reason they don’t have gavin do an episode of red dragon inn is because michael would be far too powerful. maybe one day tho. hopefully

michael’s own wife is just out here all “hell yeah dude fuckin go with it” (we love lindsay jones in this household)

“just kiss and get it over with”

“micool,,”- gavin free, Squeaky Brit

“sucked michael’s dick last night: gavin free”- credit on the podcast

the “are you wearing my jacket” “yeah, i guess i am” “stop! ,,,take my clothes off,,” line comes from them

just. look in the tag for mavin. you’ll see what i’m talking about.

their dynamic is very similar to @an-ok-dude and i’s actually. except. ours is less angry and squeaky. kinda

alright kids that’s it for now. this post is getting long and being on mobile means i can’t put it under a read more so i’m gonna stop here :>

bls tho check these tags there’s so much good content

#ask #anon #long post #fuck it i’m gonna post about all my interests from now on #cringe culture is dead it’s 2020 be gay do crimes #this post will be a milestone eventually #‘the ask that made marley decide she no longer gave a shit’

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18silverwolf · 4 years

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Jeremy Gilbert Imagines: Imagine 23: when he break up with you

( A/N : not sure what Caroline's daughters names are so i made it up)

2 weeks ago:

"I'm sorry Y/n but I think we need a break especially since I am leaving for a while with Matt" he said, I was in shock i thought we were gonna try and make this work.

The one boy I love is walking out on me. "Fine then leave I Don't care anymore, You're just like everyone else" I said holding back tears that were in my eyes. His eyes went wide but i didn't care and I walked away before i burst into tears why would he give me the hope that we could make things work when he was just gonna call it quits 2 weeks before he leaves.

I walked home as the tears ran freely down my cheeks, once at home I walked through the doors only to see Damon and Stefan sitting there talking until they saw me. I forgot to mention that I am human But Damon and Stefan saved me a long time ago when my parents where killed by a rogue vampire and Damon and Stefan where the only vampires that my parents trusted and allowed into our family home so when my parents were killed Damon and Stefan took me in and basically raised me as their sister.

"Y/n what's wrong?" Stefan asked with clear concern on his face "i'm fine" I said as I walked up stairs and into my room. I decided to get into my bed and decided to go to sleep.

2 weeks later:

I was walking down the street when I saw Jeremy with Matt stacking boxes in the back of Matt's truck when matt Nodded towards Jeremy which he turned around and gave me a small smile (like in GIF Above).

You look away and decided to avoid him by walking on the opposite side of them. I keep walking until I feel someone grab my forearm and spun me around to face them. I looked at the person which was Jeremy.

"What do you want Jeremy?" I asked "Hi Y/n" He said ignoring what i had just asked. "what do you want Jeremy?" I asked "Look i just wanted to see how you were doing?" He said as he looked down at the ground. "Well I'm fine thanks for asking" I said as i started to walk away from him, Only for him to grab my arm for a second time, "Y/n we need to talk, I know that i was the one who broke things off but i regret it i should never have broke it off, I just didn't want you to put your life on hold for me just in case that i never made it back." he said as he looked at me.

"I don't know, what to say" I said as i pulled my arm out of his grasp but still facing him while we talk. "Meet me at the grill tonight 7 pm sharp, if you turn up then i know we have a chance to fix things, if you don't then i understand and then i can let you go" he said i looked at him but before i could say anything he had to get back to helping matt with the boxes, He lent down and kissed my check before leaving.

I started walking when Damon pulled up beside me "Hey Y/N/n get in" Damon said I opened the car door and got in "So what did little Gilbert want?" He asked "he wants me to meet him at the grill later tonight to talk" I said as Damon drove us back to the mansion, "Oh ok?" "Anyway how's things with Elena Going?" I asked Damon "it going good" he sad. I just nodded before looking back out of the window.

Once we got to the mansion i Saw Caroline and her two beautiful girls who were playing with my blue German Shepard named Shadow, i got out of the car and walked over only for both girls to come running towards me, while screaming my name "Aunty Y/N" I bent down and picked up one of the girls named Rose "Hi rose how are you?" I asked she just cuddled me.

I placed her back down on the ground and walked in side I had a very important decision to make, am i going to meet Jeremy and try and fix what we have? or am I just gonna stay here and let our love die?

I don't know what to do, there's only one thing I do know and that is if I don't try how do I know that this wouldn't worked out? I decide to get dressed into a casual outfit which consisted of black jeans, a red crop top and black leather jacket. I decided to take my baby for a ride which is my matte black motorbike.

6:30 pm rolled around so I said my goodbyes to Damon and Stefan and told them where I was going and got onto my motorbike and started to drive towards the grill. Once i got there i parked my motorbike and walked in and took my helmet off before shaking my hair so it fell over my shoulders since i didn't bother tying it up before i left.

I looked around the grill and seen Jeremy sitting in a booth he hasn't seen me yet maybe i am making a mistake, maybe i should turn around before he sees me and leave. Before i could turn around i decided to just get this over with.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the booth that Jeremy was sitting in, "y/n, So glad you came, i didn't think you would come" Jeremy said with a shocked facial expression. "Yea i didn't think i would come either" I replied this made Jeremy's smile start to fade, "Look i get that i hurt you by breaking things off before giving us a chance to make things work, but while I was away, i realised just how much you really meant to me and i missed you so much. The truth is i was scared that if i was killed and you were waiting for me, i just wanted to make things easier for you so if that did happen then you could find it easier to move on and forget that i ever existed" Jeremy said.

"How would you have known what would happen without out giving it a chance?, Why would you assume that i would hold on to you if you were dead? Like yea at first it would have been hard knowing that you were possibly dead and maybe i would have held on, but eventually i would have to move on and let you go, People come and go" i said as i looked him in the eyes.

"I know that's why i wanted to do it that way because i figured a broken heart is easier to heal then a heart that is hurting and grieving because of a death of a loved one" He said "Jeremy that's the most stupidest reasoning ever, Peoples heart break weather someone breaks it or if someone they love is taken away. The pain will always be there, you just learn to live with it, there are days where you miss them but you learn to accept that you will see them one day, and you always try and remember them and hold on to the memories that you created with them" I said.

"Yea i guess your right, I am so sorry for ending things on that reasoning i just didnt want to hurt you in any kind of way, But you're right" He said as he reached over and grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. "can you forgive me, I understand if you don't want to" He said as he looked down at our hands. "I can but you're gonna have to promise that no matter what we stick together because thats the only way we can get through things that may be tough" I replied

He smiled at me before leaning over the table and pressing his soft lips on my own. we pulled away from the kiss and we talked for the remainer of the night before we had to leave the grill since it was closing up. We walked towards my motorbike and his car before saying goodbye and heading home. He leant in again for a goodbye kiss before he got into his car and drove himself home to his house, while i placed me helmet back on my head and started up my motorbike before heading back to the mansion and turned in for the night. I guess things did work out for the best.

The end

Hope you enjoyed Peace out

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randomminer · 5 years

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HPHM MC X Preferred Ship Questions

Sorry this got a little long in places.

1) Who is your MC preferred significate other?

-Charlie Weasley [[MORE]]

2) When did they start developing feelings for each other?

-sloooowly

-Svari is aro/demi and the typical depictions of romance really make her uncomfortable

-Charlie is aro/ace and while he doesn't usually experience sexual or romantic urges, he does still feel strong connections with companions, in particular Svari

-Svari was the first to realize she may be drawn to Charlie in a way that's "more than friends", but where as many would become a blushing mess upon experiencing a first crush, Svari was terrified

-she didn't know what to do with these emotions and urges that just fell in her lap

-the only people she confided in were her Aunt Minerva, Penny, and Rowan

-at best, she was clumsy with her "flirting", much to her friends' amusement

-to make it worse, Charlie was completely oblivious to her attempts

-she tried shifting her affections to others, Barnaby Lee and Talbot Winger being examples, but her heart always seemed to pull her back to Charlie

-while Svari never lacked confidence in her skills and appearance, she didn't see herself as a worthy match for this young man she had become drawn to

-she had resolved herself to keeping her feelings secret and just being happy for Charlie with whoever he fell for and made him happy

-she tried to convince herself that that would be enough

3) Who confessed their feelings and where did it happen?

-Svari didn't actually voice her feelings to Charlie until well after Hogwarts

-it happened at the Burrow, at a small farewell party for Charlie, a few days before he would actually leave for Romania

-the two were sitting by themselves in the garden and Charlie was excitedly yammering on about dragons and his dream job, talking about a mile a minute

-Svari listened with a strained smile, feeling a bitter sweet ache building in her heart

-Charlie would be leaving and with every sentence, Svari could feel her resolve crumbling away

-midway through one of Charlie's rants, the dam finally burst and Svari basically regurgitated years of suppressed feelings into two minutes, a silent Charlie wide eyed and blindsided

-after much embarrassment, reassuring, and talk, the two decided to give it a shot and see where things would go

4) How long had they had those feelings?

-while Svari had been grappling with her feelings for years, Charlie just kinda stumbled into it and thought "eh, what the hell, could be fun"

-the relationship would be slow, mostly long distance, and little more than hand holding and cuddling when in person, but both were content with that

-Charlie would set his boundaries and Svari would respect them. If either wanted to try something more, it was always with consent from the other

5) Where was their first date to and how did it go?

-neither was very keen on the idea of flowers, chocolate, and dancing under the stars

-they just did what they would do as friends...only now they were more than that

-in this case, they were packing the last of Charlie's things and had lunch

-Svari felt the need to give Charlie a gift to take with him to Romania

-after their "date" she handed him woven leather bracelet similar to her own, but with a poorly made dragon picture burned into the side

-he'd laughed, but was touched

6) What was the most awkward moment they have shared?

-definitely the first kiss

-it was the first Christmas holiday that Charlie had been back since going to the sanctuary

-the remaining Weasley family members and some wizarding neighbors were gathered at a magical pub for a neighborhood Christmas Eve party

-and cheesey as it sounds, Charlie and Svari got caught under the magic mistletoe that had been floating around looking for victims

-Charlie had noticed it first and silently gestured at it with his head

-Svari didn't know where to look, what to do with her hands, was stumbling over her words

- their relationship was still so new, she didn't want to make Charlie uncomfortable, and at the same time was overwhelmed herself

-so imagine her complete surprise when he was the one to gently pull her in by the collar of her jacket, plant a quick but loving smooch on her lips, smile, then got back to the party like nothing had happened

7) When did the curse gang found out about them?

-Svari had talked about her feelings before with her Aunt Minerva, Penny, and Rowan

-Bill has eyes, has been around them all through Hogwarts, and isn't an idiot

-everyone else either found out at Charlie's farewell party or through gossip

8) Do they follow the same career path after Hogwarts or follow different choices?

-Charlie, of course, went to Romania and worked at the dragon sanctuary

-Svari, due to her half-breed status, found it hard to hold a job and mostly stuck around the UK

-she did become part of a group who aid and rehabilitate half breeds and turned humans (it was through this group that Svari met and befriended Remus Lupin) her volunteer work kept her busy and happy

-up until after the Second Wizarding War, they mostly kept in contact via owls, fireplaces, and holidays

-while they would have liked to be closer and seen each other more, each had their own calling.

9) What song(s) describes their relationship with one another?

-"Another Night on Mars" by The Maine

-"You're My Best Friend" by Queen

-"Head over Feet" by Alanis Morissette

10) Do they have any inside jokes with each other?

-the amount of times the two of them and Bill have snuck into the Prefect's Bathroom as a group has become something of a joke

-"going to the toilet, Charlie? Should I grab Bill? Just like old times?"

11) Have they worked together with finding the curse vaults or do they try to convince the other not to endanger themselves?

- To Svari, there isn't a Hogwarts story worth telling that doesn't begin with the words "Charlie and I"

- finding the vaults is no exception

12) When did they have their first kiss?

-see #6

13) Is either of them a member of the quidditch team? Do they root for their house or each other?

-at the current time in Hogwarts Mystery, Charlie is a seeker for Gryffindor and Svari is a beater for Ravenclaw

-they cheer for each other when they are up against other houses, but when it's Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, they know loser wears winner's house colors the next day and winner buys loser butterbeer

14) Do they participate in any of the same clubs or made any of their own?

-between the vaults, Quidditch, and school? I don't see them being part of clubs anyway

15) Are they reserve about sharing affection or open about it?

-neither has a problem with public displays of affection, but their's are pretty tame in comparison to most of their friends

16) Have they ever had a fight? Was it small or big? How did they solve it?

-any couple who says they'll never have a fight isn't going to last

-fights are hard, but they help a couple grow

-Svari and Charlie are no exception

-one of their larger ones happened while Svari was in the hospital

-while trying to help a couple of half-breed teens who were quickly becoming involved in some bad stuff, Svari had gotten caught up in a battle between aurors and dark wizards

-she managed to get the two teens to safety, but had been hit with several spells and almost died

-she was in St. Mungo's for three weeks

-Charlie had come as soon as he could, but was very angry at the risks she was taking

-going into a dangerous neighborhood, that was a known dark wizard gang's territory, at night, with no back up, to try and talk sense into a pair of teens who probably wouldn't change anyway, was one of the stupidest things she had done

-they had tried to keep a civil conversation, but it esscalated into a loud back and forth about the dangers of both their jobs and the strain it put on both of them

-at one point, Svari felt her "other" form beginning to surface and in frustration threw a small vase of flowers at the wall by Charlie and told him to leave, which he did

-they didn't talk for several weeks, but both were hurting

-after Svari was released from the hospital, but not back to work yet, the two teens came to her for advice and options.

-feeling a wave of relief that these kids were going to be ok, Svari decided to ride the good vibes and go fix things with Charlie

-when she got to the Romanian sanctuary, Charlie was being treated for minor dragon related injuries (at this point I'm thinking it was what would eventually become the shiny burn mark on his arm, as described in the GoF when he first met Harry)

-their reversed positions was a good ice breaker

-they sat outside and just talked for hours

-they agreed that while the worry will always be there, it wasn't right for them to hold the other from following their path

-they would need to be more careful, because they both had someone who would be hurt if something happened to them

-after everything was said, Svari pressed her forehead to Charlie's and told him she loved him for the first time

17) Do they get jealous easy? And if so, who?

You tell me.

-Since Charlie wasn't one for dating, Svari never really had to battle with feelings of jealousy (except maybe with dragons)

-Charlie, on the other hand, would be supportive, but withdrawn

-this wasn't territory he was used to and he may not have entirely understood why he felt upset when Svari was romantically involved with someone else

-he wasn't feeling so much "hey, I love you, and want to be with you forever and always, that should be me with you"

-it was more like when your best friend or a sibling suddenly starts giving all their attention to a girlfriend/boyfriend and you feel left out, betrayed, and conflicted

18) Do they sneak into each other’s dorms without being found?

-not usually, there are much cooler places to hang out in a magical school

19) Have they broken rules to have fun?

-they have snuck into the Forbidden Forest so much that I think the prefects have given up trying to stop them

-"whatever, just don't lose us any house points...and bring a jacket"

20) Who is the most protective between them?

-they are both very protective of each other

-if the situation called for it, either of them would fight like hell for the other

#svari ride #hogwarts mystery #hphm #mc #charlie weasley

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namjoonxorg · 5 years

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𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓 ･❪ ❁ ❫ ･ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒓 - 𝑫𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒓

“We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.” – George W. Melville

You checked yourself over in the mirror one more time. Doing a turn, you nod, deeming your outfit appropriate.

Suddenly, your phone chimes, signaling a new message. Unlocking it, you peer down at a text from Jungkook.

Jungkook: party starts soon, you better be here

Rolling your eyes at the younger, you make your way to your car.

As you breathe in the cool air and take in the starry night sky, you can’t help but think a little relaxation is long overdue. Ever since the year started you’ve been so wound up and stressed about all your deadlines, you haven’t had much time to have fun and do things you want to do. So when Kook invited you to a party tonight, you had immediately agreed.

Thankfully the car ride was short and when you pulled up to your friend’s place, you felt yourself grow increasingly more excited. It’s about time you get out and do something.

You can hear the music from inside when you get to the door and you knock, hoping someone can hear, but sending Jungkook a text just in case. You wait a moment before the door is swung open, a familiar face greeting you.

Kook stands in front of you with a wide grin on his face, a cup in his hand, and his honey hair casually ruffled. “God, finally you’re here,”

You narrow your eyes but push past him, into his dorm where you can see a number of people dancing around.

The party itself isn’t too big, but to be fair Jungkook had warned you about this. Apparently, Jungkook has had too many ‘disruptive and out of control’ parties and so his RA’s been on his case more often, keeping his eye on him. Namjoon wasn’t too thrilled when he found out that Jungkook’s been having parties behind his back on the days he goes to the library to study, but after a lot of convincing, he agreed to let Jungkook have another party on the condition that it be small enough to keep them out of trouble.

Many of the people you recognize, classmates or just people you’ve seen around, but there were a few you didn’t. For example the girl with the vivid purple hair and matching lipstick, the really hot guys by the keg trying to drink each other under the table, and the one guy in the corner, staying away from them… but actually he looks familiar… Your eyes widen.

“Yoongi?” You ask, your voice rising to be heard over the music and chatter.

His head swerves around and his eyes find yours in an instant. You can see the moment he recognizes you and a small sigh escapes his lips. A laugh leaves yours and you slowly make your way over to him. He meets you in the middle, his hands in his pockets and subtle smirk on his face.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” You smile at him, already off to a good start.

Yoongi shrugs, hands still stuffed in his jacket. “Why wouldn’t I be? Jungkook called me a “co-host”.”

“Really?” You inquire, slightly surprised. “I mean, I knew he knew you, but I didn’t know you guys were so close.”

He scoffs, a small laugh bubbling from his throat, as if something were truly humorous about what you said. “I’ve known that kid since the second he got to campus, but in my defence, I didn’t really have a choice,” The two of you take a moment to glance over at Jungkook who was whining to his roommate, Namjoon glaring at him entirely unamused. “It’s hard to ignore someone who lives right next to you and plays obnoxious music until two in the morning.”

Your mouth falls open, unabashedly. “What? You live right next to Kook and Joon?”

“Yeah, I thought that’s what I just said.” He teases to which you rolls your eyes, albeit not without a bit of fondness.

“Whatever,” You dismiss, but then your eyes fall back to Jungkook, who’s left Namjoon and it now joking around with the two guys from before.

One of them, the taller of the three, laughed boisterously, his blonde hair falling in his face. The shortest of them all, was also blonde and you watched in intrigue has he doubled over in laughter. Both of them were sinfully good looking and you take note to interrogate Jungkook on why he hadn’t mentioned the two of them before.

“Why are you staring at them?”

You jump, startled. Turning, you see Yoongi smirking at you smugly, his eyebrow arched in curiosity. A little flustered at having been caught, you puff out your chest. “What? I’m not allowed to look?”

This only seems to encourage him further, as suddenly, he calls all three of them over. Your eyes widen and you reach out to punch him in the arm, but all he does is laugh at your weak attempt at payback.

They come over without much thought, Jungkook the only one of them that you’re familiar with. When they get closer, the other two frown in confusion, their eyes glued to you in interest.

“Hey hyung, Y/N; what’s up?” Jungkook asks once within hearing distance.

“Oh nothing, I just thought Y/N would like to meet these friends of ours.” Yoongi responds, uncharacteristically sweet, something the boys all catch onto. They all look completely unconvinced, but the one on the left, the cute one whose eyes form little crescent moons when he smiles, reaches out a hand.

He smiles again, but this time it’s at you and you swear your knees almost give out then and there. “Hi, I’m Jimin.”

For a moment you splutter, but you shake it off quickly and force yourself to take his hand and accept the handshake. “Y/N.”

You two just stare at each other for a moment before a throat is cleared beside him and you turn to see the other guy. His grins, all boxy smiles and pure enthusiasm. “I’m Taehyung, but my friends just call me Tae.”

His handshake is wild, but it’s endearing the way he seems to be dripping with excitement and you find yourself smiling back.

You soon found yourself immersed in conversation with the five guys, Namjoon and Jin eventually coming to join you. You talked about the stupidest things as you all indulged on the beer and vodka provided generously by Jin and Jungkook. However, you should have known something more would happen, it is a party after all.

Not too long after you all nestled yourself into a corner in favor of getting in the way of everyone’s dancing and rounds of beer pong, you hear a shout from the crowd.

“Dare or dare!”

The reactions seemed to be split between a chorus of groans and howls of agreement. Yoongi mumbles something about immature high schoolers, but, in his excitement, Taehyung proceeds to drag the rest of you to the middle to join in the impromptu game.

Admittedly, you find most of the game pretty fun and entertaining. For the most part, the dares were pretty stupid. Namjoon for example gave a fake love confession to one of his professors, Jungkook sent a nude to his ex-girlfriend, and Jin took a fully clothed shower, much to the youngest’s dismay. Jimin did a strip tease per Taehyung’s request while the latter ran throughout the whole dorm in only his underwear, just nearly escaping punishment from the RA. Even you did your own dare, taking four shots and then attempting to cart wheel through the dorm, accidently breaking one of Kook’s controllers. However, in your drunken stupor, it was fun. It was stupid and wild and exactly what you needed. Even Yoongi can’t deny that he’s been having fun. Well, now he might…

“Jungkook, I swear to God if you mess this up, you’re a dead man,” Yoongi threatened for the thousandth time since receiving his dare.

Jungkook scoffs at the older male as if such a thought were truly absurd. “I know what I’m doing, hyung. I’ve had my hair dyed tons of times, I see how it’s done.”

“Whatever,” He grumbles, slouching into his chair as Jungkook continues to apply the last of the blonde dye to his hair. “I’ve seen Dexter, but that doesn’t mean I know how to commit a perfect murder and become a serial killer.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at his dramatics, along with the rest of their friends, but you just let out a laugh. As you look around, at new friends and old, you decide that you’re happy with how you spent your night. It couldn’t have gone any better…

That is until almost a whole hour later when Yoongi washes out the dye, only to find that instead of a rich blonde, his hair is now a bright minty green. Jungkook looks petrified, his large doe eyes going comically wide. He takes one look at Yoongi and dashes out of his dorm, running all the way out the building and down the street as the man in question follows him, his vendetta already plotted.

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#bts #bts social media au #um wow the loml is talented #bts au #bts ot7 #bts ot7 au #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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kaysmuarchive · 5 years

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TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE THINKING ➝ CHATZY

who: puck and marley setting: feb 27th., evening /night possible trigger(s): n/a

PUCK only sat out to sleep with Marley so he could prove his brother wrong. But after a lot of text exchanges, he was having a change of heart. He actually enjoyed talking to her and she distracted him from the rest of the road, only to the point of loosing focus. This was probably the stupidest thing he could do with one of his students but here he was going out in public with her. A movie he wasn’t so scared about because it was dark but dinner was a bit nerve wrecking. He had on a simple pair of jeans, matched with a cream long sleeved t-shirt and a jacket to top it off. He ended up shaving his face, making himself look younger. He didn’t look much older with a beard, but he wanted it to seem like they belonged together and no one questioned things. Sitting in his living room, he faced the front door and waited for Marley to arrive so they could leave.

MARLEY couldn't help but to feel nervous. It was like someone had taken all of her nerves and tossed them right into her stomach. She didn't know how she felt right then, to be honest, the last thing that she was expecting was to end up going out with Puck and yet here she was. Going on a date with him. Just because she wanted to feel good and to be honest, he made her feel that way. After telling her mom bye and packing a small overnight bag just in case she ended up staying the night, she made her way out the door and over to Puck's. She was wearing a simple blue dress and her hair was curled over her shoulders. She didn't bring a jacket, it was okay out so she didn't figure she'd need it anyways. Running her fingers through her hair, she looked around slowly as she got out of her car and walked up to his door, knocking on it before she started to rock on her heels gently and she let out a sigh she didn't know she was holding in.

PUCK watched as a car pulled in the drive way and he peeked out the window but out of sight so she couldn’t see him. Hearing a knock on the door he jumped and then quickly looked over himself in the mirror as he went to open the door. “Hey,” he greeted with a smile as he looked over her. Blue was hands down her color. “You look amazing, I feel like I should go change,” he teased. “Did you want to come in or we could go ahead and go?” He asked as he leaned on the door and smiled over at her.

MARLEY waited for him to open the door and she couldn't deny that she was getting nervous. She couldn't really bounce her leg right then but she could at least move. Once he opened the door, she smiled widely up at him and then leaned her head over to the side slowly as she took in the view. "Hey," she spoke back softly, chewing on her lip gently. Shaking her head quickly soon after though, she couldn't let him believe that he didn't look good if not better than her. "No. Stop that. You're going to wear that because I want you to. You look perfect, Noah," she admitted and then she looked inside and took in a breath as she pushed her hands into her pockets. "I'm not sure what time the movie is, so we can do whatever you'd like. If you want I can come in, or we can go. You tell me." She was rambling, so she just stopped talking and looked at her feet while waiting for his answer.

PUCK looked down at his clothes one last time and nodded. “Alright but only because I haven’t done laundry and you insist on me not changing,” he smiled. Looking down at his watch he sighed, “Well, the movie is at 9:00, so we have a little over an hour. Lets go eat and then when we come back I can give you a tour. Locking up behind him he asked her to wait on the sidewalk as he pulled his car out of the garage and asked to move hers in the garage, just a precaution. After he was done he went and opened her door for her and then got in soon after. “I hope you like this place, I’ve only been there a few times but from what I remember it’s really good,” he smiled as he pulled off. “How was your day?”

MARLEY smiled whenever he agreed with her and then she gave him a nod. "Alright, well good. See, I told you that you look great. You just don't listen to me that much, do you?" She teased and then she looked at her phone and back to him. "Oh, okay. That's just fine! No worries there. We can just do that and I would love a tour," she finished. Getting into the car, she pulled in and then walked up to him as he held the door for her. She didn't expect this at all. He was perfect, her perfect kind of perfect and she loved it. "Thank you very much." Buckling in, she looked over at him and then she licked over her lips while listening to him. "I'm sure I will love it. I'm not very picky, you'll learn, I'm very easy to please!" She teased and then looked back out of the window, while her arm rested on the middle. "It was good, just school as usual but it was fun for the most part. What about yours?"

PUCK looked over at her with a shocked expression, “Are you kidding me? I listen to you a lot.” Which wasn’t a lie because he actually was interested in getting to know her and that scared him a lot. Leaning back in his chair, he had one hand on the steering wheel and another on his lap as he focused between her and the road. “All I have to do is give you pasta and I’ve won is what I’m getting so far,” he grinned as he looked over at her. “I imagine it’s boring and you hate it like everyone else. I actually had a decent day. I don’t really enjoy my job but it pays the bills. Talking to you really help me get through the day.”

MARLEY looking over at him, she shook her head a little and then just listened to him with a smile that just kept growing on her face. He was so perfect in her eyes and she didn't know how she felt about that just yet. It scared her, he was her teacher, why should she fall down this road, then again, why shouldn't she? She was 18. It was okay to do, wasn't it? Shaking her head, she got out of her thoughts but she noticed her leg bouncing and she had to make it stop because if she didn't, he'd notice. "Of course you do. I'm aware!" Rolling her eyes at his next comment though, she let out a small giggle and then just found her eyes locked on his once he looked back. "Basically but don't let this go to your head for your own sake, okay? That's all that I ask of you because if you do, then it's ruined," she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. "I actually don't hate it. I love school, I love everything about learning and I want to be a teacher whenever I graduate college, so here's to hoping. English, preferably. Math, maybe. I'm glad that you've had a good day though. It does? You're really the charmer but it's made my day better, too."

PUCK thought about for a split second of just turning the car around and sending her home because the feelings he got when they were texting was one thing but now that they were together, it was just magnified. There was just something about her that he couldn’t explain and he was drawn to it. “I think it’s already gone to my head and there’s no coming back from that once it’s a thing,” he teased. Listening to her talk he noticed her leg shaking and he reached his hand down and placed it on her knee gently and took in a deep breath. He didn’t know how she would take it but he just didn’t want her to be nervous around him. “It’s good that you like school, I like your passion of learning. So, you wanna be a teacher, that’s cool. You seem like you’d be a good teacher, Ms. Rose,” he flirted a little as he looked over at her. “I know you would definitely make me want to come to class,” he flirted some more but then moved his hand because he felt like he was taking it too far with his flirting right then.

MARLEY giggled whenever he was talking about it going to his head. She really enjoyed the idea of it. She really just enjoyed everything about him and that was something that she didn't expect from him. "I guess you'll get a balloon head. I think you should let me deflate it sometime," she teased as she leaned over to kiss his cheek softly. Whenever he had his hand on her leg, she looked down to it, biting on her lip in thought and her leg stopped bouncing as she took in a breath. Looping her arm around his, she almost cuddled into his arm while he spoke. "Really? I'm happy that you do though, I really do try really hard to make sure that everyone gets that I'm serious about school. I don't know why, I just do," biting on her bottom lip, she felt her cheeks turn red and whenever he moved his hand, she pulled it back to her leg and smiled up at him. After time went on, they went to dinner and everything was amazing, it was literally perfect. Running her fingers in her hair, they made it back to his place and she took her food back into the house along with his that they had left over. Walking into the house, she walked behind him and looked around in shock. "This is amazing, holy cow. My house isn't even half this size but whoa," she whispered, smiling up at him as she almost ran into him. "Oof, sorry."

PUCK thought the night was going amazing. Dinner went over well, he didn’t spill anything on himself or her so that was a guaranteed plus. The movie was funny and she seemed to enjoy it. It made him nervous if she was able to read his mind but he couldn’t help his thoughts, she was a wonderful girl. Getting back to his house he let her inside and secured the door behind them. “I just view it as work hard and play harder. We only live once, y’know?” He smiled as he looked over at her. Walking her through his house, the tour ended back in the living room but he was sure to close the door of his sons room because that wasn’t a conversation he was ready to have. If she noticed pictures he would be honest but he wasn’t going to bring it up. “Seems like this concludes the tour. Do you wanna sit outback by the fireplace? I have wine or well tea,” he suggested as he walked to the kitchen. Looking at his watch he noticed the time. “Or do you need to get home?”

MARLEY walked with him through the house and she took in the view of everything. She was just trying to take into consideration the view. It was just amazing to her that he had this. He had this and maybe one day she could have something like this, too. She kept taking in everything, just soaking it in before she looked around and back to him in the living room. "You aren't wrong. You work hard and play harder, this house it honestly the best thing ever. That means that I can have something like this one day, I hope anyways. It's literally so amazing. Looking over at him, she smiled and then bit on her lip before following him into the kitchen. She'd noticed the pictures of the boy but she didn't want to bring it up until he did. "Let's go to the fireplace and tea is fine. I've never had a drink and I also kinda told my mom that I was staying the night over at Kitty's so I guess unless you want me to leave, I'll probably be staying. Unless that's not okay, I can leave. I just figured I could crash on the couch but it's okay, I can go. I can totally leave it you don't like that idea," she rambled, trying to catch her breath as her blue eyes locked on his and then she turned around sighing as she covered her face. "Sorry. I'm doing it again."

PUCK “Thank you. And you totally can have something like this one day,” he smiled over at her as he looked around. He never grew up with much so he knew he was going to live a different life when he got older. Listening to her rambling he watched a she turned away and he walked over in front of her and grabbed her hands, leading her outside to sit on the couches. “You can stay here. I want you to stay here. I’d love to talk to you some more. I enjoy talking to you,” he smiled as he ran inside and put water on the stove for tea. “And the sleeping arrangements will be changed. I will not allow you to sleep on the couch. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take my bed,” he spoke as he walked back out and sat on the other end of the couch and faced her. “So, how did you like the movie?”

MARLEY "You're welcome," she admitted and the whenever he moved in front of her she looked up at him and then followed him outside. Sitting down, she found herself comfortable more on the couch and she took in a deep breath to gather her thoughts. Hearing he wanted her to stay, it made her feel better as she looked over at him and then she ran her fingers through her hair. "Okay, I'll stay here, as long as you want me to and I'm not invading anything," she spoke in a soft tone before watching him go inside and she looked around before back to her phone quickly to scroll through it and then put it back down quickly. Whenever he sat back down, she smiled and then rested into the couch, keeping close to the fireplace at the same time. "You don't have to sleep on the couch, it's really okay. I wouldn't want you to do that for me. As for the movie, it was amazing. I loved it and also I loved dinner. You did really good. Now, if I could hear your thoughts, that'd be fun. What about you? What'd you think?" She asked, chewing on her lip gently.

PUCK sat across from her and just smiled for a second before he moved closer to her. “You’re not invading anything, I promise. I like the company and when the company is you I enjoy it even more.” Resting back he looked over at her in thought. “Well, how are we going to fix this because I insist on you taking the bed and you won’t be able to change my mind of that,” he insisted with a smirk. Nodding when she said she enjoyed herself he was glad she did. He went to answer her question but he heard the water going off and held his hand up as he went to go make their tea and brought out two mugs, handing her one. Sitting back down he took a sip and sat it on the table. “I thought the movie was great and dinner was amazing as well,” he smiled, “You know if you wanna hear my thoughts, all you have to do is ask.”

MARLEY watched him move closer to her and she couldn't help but smile more as he did. He was something different, she just wanted to make sure that he knew that. "Well, I'm just making sure because I know that you've got your own stuff I'm sure, and I'm just making sure that I'm not doing anything you don't want me to but if you do then, I want you to," she admitted as her eyes found his again. She almost would have leaned over to kiss him but she stopped herself as she chewed on the inside of her bottom lip. "Maybe we'll see how the night goes for what happens because honestly, I refuse to let you do all of this school stuff and then sleep on the couch. I won't do it." Whenever she was waiting for the answer, she leaned closer but then she watched his hand move up before she took the mug from him and took a sip with a content sigh, leaning into the couch again with a content sigh. "Tell me what you're thinking right now," she said in a soft tone, drinking the tea before sitting it on the table as she looked over at him.

PUCK reached over and placed his hand on her knee again, like he had before in the car and looked down at his hand for a second and then looked up at her. “I want you to stay here and I want you to believe me when I say that I want you here,” he spoke in a soft tone as he stared into her blue eyes. “Well, what were you thinking. Do you want me to break out my body pillow and line it down my bed so we each get a side?” He asked with a genuine smile across his face. Hearing her question he sat up from leaning on the couch and moved closer to her to where their legs were touching. “I’m thinking how beautiful you look in that dress... I’m hoping I don’t have anything left in my teeth from dinner because that’s embarrassing. I”m hoping that you actually did have a fun night tonight. And I’m hoping we can do this again sometime,” he spoke softly as he paused a little during each part.

MARLEY watched as he placed his hand on her knee and then she looked back up at him. Letting her hand reach over, she moved it on his face, her fingers moving along his jaw line and then she scooted closer to him slowly. "I believe you," she admitted as she stared back into his eyes. He had her full attention, absolute full attention and she didn't want that to go away. Placing her phone on the table, she slipped it onto silent mode and then she giggled at his next comment. "Yes, you can totally break out the body pillow, I would be okay with that. I think that you could make that work. That body pillow has to say like really firmly between us though," she teased with a small laugh after. Once their legs were touching, she felt her cheeks getting red again and then her smile just grew. "Thank you," she spoke softly and looked at his teeth, paying attention and shook her head. "No, nothing in there. That's a perfect smile. I did, however, have a lot of fun. To be honest, I would love to do it again."

PUCK lied to her about one of his thoughts, he was thinking about kissing her. Not kissing her in a way that he normally would when he brought back. He just wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her slowly, show her how much he enjoyed her. When she moved her hand up to his face he let his eyes close and he just took in the way her hand felt on his face. Fuck it, he thought as he leaned in more and moved his hand up from her knee to her cheek and let his thumb run over her cheek as he stared into her eyes for a minute and bounced his vision between her eyes and lips. Leaning in slowly he pressed his lips against hers and his eyes closed shut as his lips pressed against hers and moved slowly before he pulled back and opened his eyes slowly and looked over at her as his breathing picked up.

MARLEY didn't know what was happening whenever he was moving closer but whenever she watched him moving closer, she took in a deep breath. That was whenever his lips were pressed against hers and she kissed him back softly, her hand moving up to his cheek slowly as she scooted closer to him, staying with him before he backed away and she looked up into his eyes. "Wow," she whispered, leaning back over to him slowly, she kissed him again. She didn't know what she was feeling, she was just going with it. He was amazing and he made her want things that she didn't know that she wanted before she slowly moved back and took in a breath. "Sorry," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open, trying to focus her breathing.

PUCK was starting to panic on the inside but tried his best not to show it. He didn’t want to scare her off, that was the last thing he wanted. When she leaned back in he felt a smirk come across his face as their lips touched again and his eyes fell shut. Moving his lips against her slowly his eyes shot open after she pulled back and he heard her say sorry. Slowing his breathing he let his hands fall to his sides as he looked confused. “Why are you sorry?”

MARLEY heard him speak, looking up at him as he did before biting on her lip in thought. "I like kissing you. I like that you are my first kiss and I want to keep kissing you," she whispered as she finally slowed her breathing, her fingers finding her hair and she sighed. Moving over so she could wrap her arms around his neck, she smiled up at him. "I'm happy you did that."

PUCK smiled over at her at the sound of her words and her reactions and all his nerves and worry went away for the first time fully all night and he just melted into her arms. He couldn’t explain this feeling to anyone if they asked him what the hell he was doing. He was just being happy for the first time in a while. “I’m happy that you liked it because kissing you is fun and I think I would rather kiss you all night over sleeping,” he spoke softly as he leaned in and kissed her again, this time with just a little more force.

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their conversations shortened and their making out grew deeper. things got a little too much for marley, he understood and helped her get situated in his room for the night and he went out to the couch.

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soulmate!jihoon

genre: fluff word count: 2.4k author’s note: this is my first time writing a soulmate au,, it kind of sucks IM SORRY (p.s. being the stupidest person ever, I deleted this after posting it yesterday)

• in this universe, where the swirls of every other colour merge together in a magically fascinating harmony is accompanied with the adornment of countless stars, you, a person so small as compared to the big, big world, were lucky enough to be born with a soulmate.

• you’ve heard many tales of people doomed to be alone forever. in fact, your very own younger sister tragically has that same fate. of course, a person can fully well be independent. but let’s face it, while everyone else can feel their soulmates’ emotions alongside with their own, you can’t help but think that you have been condemned for not being able to do so. you’ll feel that a part of you is missing, which indeed, it is.

• thankfully, you were born to a lucky predicament, and you get butterflies whenever you think about your significant other. (well, your about-to-be).

• in the kingdom that you live in, whatever you feel, your soulmate feels it as well.

• that’s why whenever he feels something, you try to find ways to make him feel better.

• when he feels happy, you watch funny videos to get him even more excited. same goes for when he feels sad; the dose of memes always works, with the release of endorphins from your side, his spirit gradually soars.

• you were grateful to be able to have someone destined to be with you (trust me, it makes the ‘searching for your Prince Charming’ part way easier), and even more so to have found such a sensitive and nice one.

• he seemed to return the favour, and you’d find something tickling your funny bone whenever you got bad results or cry over a sad movie. (though it kind of makes you look crazy at times when you suddenly laugh through your tears.)

• you, and i’m sorry if this sounds shallow or weird, kind of just-

• just fell in love with the way he cared for you in that sense. you were afraid that he would be unfeeling and stoic before you began feeling him at the age of ten, but it seemed like it went right for you. perhaps falling in love was too deep of an emotion, but it certainly made you feel all warm inside when these deliberate gestures all but strengthen your bond with him.

• you fantasised about the day you would meet him. would you be casually taking a stroll down the road when you see him? would you crash into him, would he help you pick up the things you dropped, and would you two make eye contact and everything would fall into place?

• but then reality hits.

• how were you supposed to find your soulmate?

• other kingdoms have different ways to identify them, such as unique barcodes or countdown timers, tattoos, red threads or some fancy way but all you folks get is an ambiguous, shitty method. that’s why your realm actually has the lowest percentage of people finding their The Ones, and naturally divorce rates go up as well.

• ‘but you ain’t gonna suffer this fate, my love.’ your imaginary fairy godmother says in her small little cottage in the woods. ‘you are a special one, mi darling, mi chocolate croissant, pumpkin cake.’

• you were born just a minute before the grandfather clock struck twelve on 29th may. it was a miraculous birth because you were thought to not be able to make it due to your mother’s poor health at that point of time, and she had barely made it to the hospital before you popped out of her womb.

• but a secret you’ve recently uncovered from your parents for soulmates that have the same birthdays gave you a small, tiny ball of burning hope that maybe, just maybe, would you find your soulmate.

• it is something very, very rare and exquisite, something along the lines of being ‘one in a million’. it was almost as if it was part of folklore, a story parents would tell their children before stroking their hair and tucking them into their beds.

• they say that an opportunity, a superbly special one at that, would come for you to switch bodies with your soulmate. how long, you ask. certainly not a day. no, it is not even an hour. one minute is all you get, and in that measly sixty seconds, you can do whatever you want in his or her body, but the most logical thing to do would be to leave an address or phone number so that you could meet up.

• it was nearly impossible and you thought nothing of it, brushing off the flicker of hope inhibiting your heart with the notion that it was just a wishful myth for desperate people seeking for affirmation.

• until…

• it really did happen to you. one day.

• it was just another day in your boring, mundane life. you woke up with the usual bed hair in the morning, dragged your feet to school and then dragged it back with even more force when you came back because of all the assignments dumped on your shoulders. after a quick shower, you settled on your bed, procrastinating like you usually do since it’s your favourite pastime. minutes became hours, and soon it was nighttime. just then, your younger sister came in, lunged herself on your bed and started chatting with you.

• somehow, five minutes into the talk, you started feeling dizzy, and it was doubled with your soulmate feeling the same as well. (in case you were wondering how you knew he felt that way, it is kind of inexplicable, but something in your subconscious mind singles that train of emotions out for you.)

• nothing registered in your mind, and all you knew was that you were falling, falling… (FOR YOUR LOVE HEY YOU)

• after what seemed like five billion years, you found yourself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar sidewalk. you were, by then, confused out of your mind. especially with the feeling that something uncomfortable was sitting in your trousers.

• TROUSERS???? you definitely weren’t wearing trousers and you certainly didn’t have a snake in there when you last checked. *blushes*

• the signboards around you told you that you were still somewhere in seoul, and not sucked into a wormhole to mars, but since it was so big, you had no idea where you were.

• something clicked in your mind, and that seemingly impossible story that reverberated through it didn’t seem so impossible anymore.

• then, another wave of panic gripped you suddenly when you realised that if you aren’t actually dreaming right now, you have possibly just spent half a minute mentally breaking down and that YOU. HAVE. TO. GET. TO. WORK. IMMEDIATELY.

• whipping out the cellphone that was in the jacket he wore (and what you are wearing currently), you decided to record a video since you didn’t want to snoop nor did you have his password.

• you turned it into selfie mode and a part of you died.

• literally. because holy shizzles, this man is hotter than the surface of the sun, than the darning metal railings in summer (and that is really, very darning hot). after admiring his visuals for a very short while since you were tight on time, you (reluctantly) started recording your voice. (with the video blacked out because you didn’t want to get distracted by his face and waste even more time.)

• “so, haha. i’m, um, y/n and this is a really weird of meeting you. i actually don’t know how you feel about this entire soulmate thing or whether you want to actually meet or not, so i’ll just leave you with my phone number and it is up to you to decide whether you want to contact me. it’s XX-XXXX-XXXX, see you maybe?”

• a few seconds after you end the video, you were blasted back into your room to be met with the confused countenance of your sister.

• you: “the feck just happened?”

• her: “i actually have no idea what happened, but his name is jihoon, his surname is park, i think? he’s nineteen, AND he said that he has been wanting to meet you for years but he’s scared you won’t like him, but for most of his short stay here he was freaking out about how he had boobs.”

• you: “he,, said he wanted to meet,,, me???”

• her: “…yes.”

• you, mushing your head in your pillow: “asfghjkl, ##1234#5#&&&&””””????”

• five minutes later, you received a notification and saw that a ‘park jihoon’ had added you on kakao talk. you were literally shaking because this is your first time interacting with a beautiful guy, or any beautiful guy for the matter of that fact. (and because his visuals in his profile picture made you feel all sorts of things you never thought you were capable of feeling.)

• and you were mentally cringing at your username because seriously???? iamthememeyoufightme??? what hell was fifteen-year-old self thinking???

• your fifteen-year-old self: “wEELLL hoW wOUL;d I KNOW tHAT mY SOULmaTE iS A GREEK gOD?!?!?!?”

• but your heart stopped because his status was “i’m nineteen, you fight me?”

• a coincidence??? well i think not *strokes non-existent long beard*

• jihoonsucks: hi, nice username

• iamthememeyoufightme: hi, nice status

• jihoonsucks: :)

• iamthememeyoufightme: :)

• jihoonsucks: anyway,, y/n??? wanna meet?

• iamthememeyoufightme: HELL YEAH

• iamthememeyoufightme: i mean, hell yeah, but in a softer voice

• jihoonsucks: OKAY

• jihoonsucks: i mean, okay, but in a manlier voice

• iamthememeyoufightme: hehehehehehehee

• jihoonsucks: hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

• jihoonsucks: I HAVE MORE HEHEs

• iamthememeyoufightme: very well

• iamthememeyoufightme: but i have more chins :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

• and so, your playful and light hearted friendship/relationship began with jihoon from then.

• the effect he had on you was obvious, because you would drop everything and rush to your phone to reply him whenever he texts you. (your heart beat boxes every time he sends something, like pftbtbtbtbtbtbtpftkswaaaararrttt)

• your friends and family all tease you about it e ve r y single time. (“young love,” they chorused, pretending to be grossed out at you smiling at your phone yet again, for the trillionth time that day, even though they’re just secretly proud parents.)

• but jihoon was really the sweetest thing ever.

• he would greet you good morning every time, send you memes that would have you rolling on the floor, be really concerned whenever you tell him you were sick or injured.

• you’ve set the meeting date to be two weeks from now, and as the clock ticked and time passed, you found yourself getting more and more nervous because,,, you were really falling for him.

• especially when he sends things like this

• jihoonsucks: honestly i want to thank you always being by my side these few years. it was really comforting whenever you could sense my emotions and cheer me up when needed. thanks for being so kind and caring and i’m just saying all of these here before i meet you because i’ll be too shy to say it then.

• *inserts a picture of you speeding to the hospital on a stretcher*

• ^ that was the same reaction you had when your sister recounted that when he was in your body that minute,, he turned to the mirror and said, “what the hell, i’m so pretty.” but you figured she probably said it to boost your ego a little :“) (BUT NO IT WAS THE TRUTH YOU IDIOT)

• little did you know,, he was feeling the exact same way too!!! his best friends whom he lives with in a dorm snatches his phone and texts you sometimes, and had changed your contact to "y/n💖😭😚😍😘💗💕💞💓” (which he hasn’t changed up till now ;)) they never let him live it down and he just fuels their teasing by turning a bright shade of red whenever your name comes up in their conversation.

• finally, the day came. you woke up at the crack of dawn even though you guys were meeting at 11am and you were just like wtf @ yourself because it was only 5.30am.

• nevertheless, you took a loooooong bath while playing with your rubber duckies, tried to pick out an outfit for three hours, fussed over your hair and makeup for one hour, freaked out for yet another hour before leaving your house nervously.

• (and guess what?? even though jihoon didn’t wake up as early as you, he woke up at 9 o'clock, which was just about the best compliment ever because he is always, always late for meetings with friends…plus he spent more than an hour styling his hair because every. strand. matters.)

• you reached the rustic and cozy cafe you’ve agreed to meet at fifteen minutes early, hence you ordered a matcha latte before finding the booth beside the window to sit at. you were trembling just a tiny bit, and you were mentally scoffing at yourself like, “what in tarnation is wrong with you, you’re neither a hermit nor a hot-men-deprived woman, you are a female with high dignity and shall not be wavered by a boy whom you have never met in real life before.” (even though you knew that you were indeed both a hermit and a hot-men-deprived woman who does not have much dignity and has already been wavered by a boy whom you have never met in real life before.)

• just then, you were hit by another pang of anxiousness, but it was alongside a surge of exhilaration. you recognised the two emotions to be jihoon’s and just a second later, the bells attached to the door tinkled, signalling that someone had come in.

• to say that you were bewitched by him was the understatement of the country. you were entirely enthralled, engrossed, enamoured with him, the way he carries himself, the charisma that seem to radiate from him despite his shy steps towards you, even his mismatched neon yellow and pink shoelaces.

• he looked around the cafe before spotting you, the small smile on his face widening into a bigger grin as he walked over.

• “feck, you are so good-looking, god damn it. i wanted to be the hot one in the relationship,” you meant to come up with a slick and smooth greeting,, but silly you blurted that out instead.

• his eyes widened and a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks.

• in unison, you both said, “UM,,,, RE.LA,,TIONSHIP?????”

• you, overthinking: ‘dang it, he’s bound to think i am this weird person who wants to move super fast, what if he thinks that i just want to get into his pants??!?!?!?!!?!??!?!? what if he wants out of this and will never text me anymore????@?!?!?!?!?’

• but contrary to your pessimistic way of thinking, he’s like

• “,,, i guess u can call it a relationship now”

• *shyly takes ur hand* *blushes**chuckles and covers his face with his other hand*

• rest in peace, heart.

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fanfics #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kang daniel #kim jaehwan #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin #kpop

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booksncoffee · 7 years

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under my skin - six

six || here’s to the awkwardness

“Just happy that we’re talking again,” he says.

“Good to know that not talking to me makes you miserable,” she jokes and he lets out a scoff.

“As if you’re not miserable too,” he replies.

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Nearly everyone in the office notices that Niall is giving Brooklyn the silent treatment – one that she believes she doesn't deserve at all. Brooklyn thinks it just shows how they like to stick their nose in someone else’s business. Good thing none of them has the audacity to question her why. But then again, she’s pretty sure they already know. News – or rather, gossips – travel fast in that office.

“You can’t blame them,” Suki says as she takes her and Brooklyn’s coffee from the barista and thanks him. She hands one to her friend and takes a sip of the drink before continuing, “I mean you two are pretty close so it’s weird, y’know, to see you not talking to him.”

“He’s the one who’s not talking to me,” Brooklyn argues.

Suki pushes the door open and steps aside to let Brooklyn walk out of the coffee shop. She follows suit before she turns to her friend and asks another question. “Well, have you tried talking to him?”

No, she hasn’t. Brooklyn refuses to be the first one to break the silence or in another words, she doesn't want to lower her ego. Besides, Niall’s the one who started it so he should be the one to end it.

“He won’t even look at me, Suki,” she says before quickly adding, “And in case you’ve forgotten about it, he’s the one who made a dramatic exit.”

Brooklyn keeps telling herself that it doesn't bother her, that she doesn't care if he doesn't want to talk or look at her, but him doing so is beginning to interfere with her work. He’s always helped her when she’s stuck on something or when there’s a word on the tip of her tongue and she fails to retrieve it from her memory, he’s there to help her. Now, when she finds herself unable to write her article, she can’t simply look up and ask for his help.

“Just talk to him,” Suki suggests, to which Brooklyn lets out a groan because she’s been told to do so by Harry as well. “I’m sure he’ll look at you then.”

Brooklyn shakes her head. Although there’s a part of her that wants to believe Suki, she’s not sure she’s willing to do that. What if she talks to him and he doesn't even bother to look up? That’d be embarrassing and it would wound her ego.

“Or are you too proud to do that?” Suki questions. Brooklyn lets out a ‘how dare you say such things’ gasp.

“I’m not too proud,” she argues rather weakly as she can’t think of an explanation to go with her point. But that doesn't mean she’s not going to try and convince her friend. Looking straight into Suki’s eyes, she enunciates each word that leaves her mouth, “I’m not, okay?”

Brooklyn’s statement is met with a shrug. Suki doesn't believe her – she doesn't blame her, really, because that’s a weak argument. She blames the lack of caffeine in her system and the lack of sleep she got last night.

“Then you should have no problem talking to him,” Suki says suggestively, one corner of her mouth tugging upwards, before she quickly adds, “If you’re not too proud, that is.”

Brooklyn opens her mouth only to close it a second later. Suki’s right; she is too proud to break the silence between her and Niall. She’s not going to admit it, though, but she’s sure her silence indicates that she agrees with her friend.

Niall is not at his desk when Brooklyn arrives at work. But then again, it’s not a surprise considering that he’s always late.

Brooklyn puts down her bag on the edge of the desk and it falls down a second later. Everything spills out, scattering all over the floor. Brooklyn looks at her belongings, a displeased look written all over her face. The fact that her bag chooses to fall down right now feels a lot like the universe trying to mock her.

“Seems about right,” she mumbles to herself as she kneels down to pick up her things. She lets out a groan as she gets under her desk to retrieve her hand cream and whilst she looks around for more of her possessions, she hears footsteps coming her way. She would’ve immediately gotten out of her desk but when she hears Harry’s low voice, for reasons beyond her knowledge, she decides to stay hidden.

“Are you still not gonna talk to her?” Harry asks Niall, who simply hums his answer – she assumes Harry’s talking to Niall because who else could it be? Right now, there’s only one person who refuses to speak to her. Brooklyn hates herself for eavesdropping, but she’s curious. She needs to hear his answer especially for Harry’s next question: “Is it cos of what happened between her and Louis?”

The silence stretches on for about five seconds before it is interrupted by the sound of her mobile phone ringing out of nowhere. She curses to herself – how could she forget to mute her phone? – as she quickly retrieves the device from the pocket of her jacket and puts it on a silent mode. On the screen, it shows that Oliver’s calling her, but before she can decide whether or not to answer it, the phone call ends. Weird. Oliver must have something important to tell her or else, he would’ve just texted her. Whatever it is, she’ll think about it later.

“Brooklyn?” Harry kneels down in front of her desk and squints his eyes at her. Humiliation washes over her and she wishes the ground would open up and swallow her whole. “What’re you doing down here?”

Cheeks catching fire, Brooklyn clears her throat twice before she looks around and picks up a pen that’s on the floor, waving it around. She didn't notice that pen before but in an attempt to come up with an excuse to explain why she’s under her desk, she picks it up anyway knowing full well that it’s not hers and it’s dirty. She nearly cringes as that thought crosses her mind.

“I was looking for my pen,” she articulates as she waves that pen again as though to prove a point. She hopes to God he won’t point out how weird it is that he found her kneeling down on the floor. Brooklyn quickly gets out from under her desk and brushes her palms against her jeans whilst making a mental note to wash it as soon as she gets home later.

“Oh,” Harry replies, seeming unaffected by what he saw earlier like it happens everyday and she lets out a relieved sigh. She turns around and notices that Niall is not at his desk nor is he standing nearby. “He’s at the break room,” Harry mentions like he knows what’s going on in her mind. Then, before she can tell him that she’s not looking for Niall and that she doesn't care where he’s at, Harry’s already walked away.

This is her chance to prove to Suki – and herself – that she’s not too proud to break the silence and talk to him. In her head, it sounds simple. All she has to do is walk into the break room, tap him on the shoulder if he’s not facing her and say something to him. But what should she say? She hasn't a clue.

Hi? Good morning? You’re overreacting, do you know that?

The last one sounds like something she would want to say to him, but she decides against it. In fact, she decides not to go to the break room and talk to him altogether. If he wants to give her the silent treatment over something that she considers so trivial, so be it. She can handle it.

Except, she can’t. Because when Niall returns to his desk a few minutes later, she finds herself casting glances at him every two minutes, wondering if he’ll question her about it and start talking to her. It’s not the brightest idea she’s ever had, but she can’t possibly be the one to end the silence that has stretched from one day to three days and now three days and two hours?

“Niall.” His name rolls off of her tongue before her brain can finish processing thoughts on whether or not she should just put aside her ego for once.

Shocked, Niall looks up from the screen of his computer and kinks an eyebrow at her. “Yeah?”

Brooklyn could’ve sworn that she could feel relief spreading across her chest when she realises that he’s not ignoring her. But she’s also panicking because she’s expected him to pretend as though he didn't hear her so now she doesn't know what to say next. She didn't think she’d get this far.

“Fuck,” the curse word slips past her mouth.

“What?” Niall asks.

She’s not sure why her brain’s not working. Why her brain can’t come up with a string of words to say to Niall, who’s now looking at her expectantly.

“Can I borrow your pen?” is what she says after what feels like an eternity of silence. Niall’s brows are pinched together, but if he’s confused as to why she’s asking for his pen when she has hers – four of them – he doesn't point it out. He simply reaches for his only pen and leans forward to hand it to her. “Thanks,” she says with a small smile. He nods and returns to his work.

Stupid – that’s what Brooklyn is. She’s the stupidest person in this office. She’s always prided herself as someone who’s good with words but right now she can’t even form a sentence even if it can prevent her from embarrassing herself.

So, she decides to keep her mouth shut and focus on her work. Luckily, the mortification doesn't get in the way of her getting her work done by lunch time which is also when Niall asks for his pen back. He needs to write something down and seeing that he has only one pen, he needs it back. Brooklyn’s quite sure that he would’ve let her keep it if that isn’t the case because Niall’s pretty adamant about this silent treatment thing.

And honestly? She’s tired of this whole ordeal even though she’s told herself over and over that it doesn't bother her. Who is she fooling? It does bother her, but there’s nothing she can do about it.

After giving Niall his pen back, Brooklyn makes her way to the break room. Once she’s seated on one of the chairs, she dials Oliver’s number. He picks up on the second ring.

“Why’d you call me?” The embarrassment from being caught eavesdropping earlier today returns and taints her cheeks with the colour red. Harry might not have said it out loud, but she knows he knows that’s what she’s doing under the desk.

“Good afternoon, Bee.” Oliver says instead and Brooklyn can see his older brother’s stupid smile on his face right now. “Did I catch you on a bad time?”

“You have no idea,” Brooklyn lets out a sigh. “But anyway, you didn't answer my question.”

“We’re having sushi for dinner tonight,” he replies. “At the usual.”

Which is the sushi place fifteen minutes away from her office. Beck’s the one who stumbled upon that restaurant and they’ve been there a number of times. A few of the workers there recognise them – how could they not when the Cooper siblings always come together.

“Okay,” Brooklyn nods even though her brother can’t see it. She knows he can feel it, though. “Anything else?” As soon as those two words leave her mouth, Niall walks into the break room. They make eye contact briefly – three seconds to be precise – before she breaks it by looking away.

“Bring extra cash,” Oliver jokes – she hopes. She’s not exactly broke right now, but she’d like to save some money.

“Well then I’m not going.” Brooklyn’s eyes return on Niall who has his back on her. He’s looking for something in the fridge – he’ll be disappointed to find out that there’s only a few bottles of mineral water and someone else’s sandwiches.

“Jesus, just kidding,” Oliver chuckles on the other end of the line. “See you after work?”

Brooklyn wants to tell him yeah he’ll see her after work, but Niall who suddenly pulls out a chair next to her distracts her. She mumbles incoherent words and before she ends the call, she can hear Oliver’s laughter ringing in her ears.

“Hi,” Niall says when she’s put down her phone on the table.

She looks at him, dumbfounded by his move. “Hi,” she replies and he shoots her a smile. She doesn't reciprocate it because she has no idea why he’s here so she’d rather not show her emotions.

Niall rubs the back of his neck and the silence only thickens the tension in the room. Brooklyn’s glad that no one decides to walk in because she’s sure they would be able to feel it. The last thing she needs is for one of her office mates sticking their nose in her business.

Finally, he clears his throat and says, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” She hears him, but she’s not sure if she’s hearing him right. Did he just apologise? She doesn't know. Maybe she does, but she needs to hear him say it again.

He looks at her and she can see the sincerity in his blue eyes. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted when you told me that you and Louis are dating,” he says in one breath. He clears his throat before he continues. “I’m happy for you and him,” he states and Brooklyn shoots him a ‘are you really?’ look. She just has to do that to be sure. He chuckles and nods. “Yeah, I really am. I guess I was just upset that I wasn't the first person to know about it considering that I was the one who introduced you two to each other.”

Brooklyn rolls her eyes at his statement, one that she knows is going to be something that he holds over her head for as long as she and Louis are dating. “Apology accepted,” she tells him with a nod. A smile takes over his face and she feels her lips quirking. “Also, I’m sorry for not telling you about it.”

“No, no, you shouldn't be apologising,” he shakes his head, making her confused. She’s pretty certain she plays a part in this whole no talking to each other thing. “What happens in your love life is yours to keep. I don’t have the right to get upset because you refused to share it with me.”

“Now you’re making me feel bad,” Brooklyn says as she hits his shoulder.

His eyes widen in horror. “No, God no. That’s not what I’m trying to do,” he replies. He takes a deep breath, then, and adds, “All I’m saying is I’m happy for you and Louis and that I’m sorry for the way I reacted.”

“You’ve apologised for that just now,” Brooklyn points out.

“I know,” he chuckles, cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

“That was a pretty dramatic exit you did the other day,” she reminds him and that only makes his cheeks turn a brighter shade of red. His ears have turned red as well and laughter escapes her mouth.

Niall looks at her, a smile on his lips. She gives him a ‘what?’ look and he simply shrugs. “Just happy that we’re talking again,” he says.

“Good to know that not talking to me makes you miserable,” she jokes and he lets out a scoff.

“As if you’re not miserable too,” he replies. She kinks an eyebrow at him. “I saw you looking at me every five seconds-“

“You’re exaggerating.” Brooklyn interrupts him as she throws a tissue paper at him.

“I’m not,” he counters with a laugh.

“Ah, looks like you two are good now,” Harry says as he walks into the break room with Suki behind him.

“Oh good,” Suki adds. “No more ‘he won’t even look at me, Suki’ talk.”

Brooklyn’s eyes widen at the revelation. Niall, on the other hand, seems pretty pleased by it. Of course, he is. He likes knowing that people talk about him, thinks that it’s cool people would take the time out of their day to talk about him – be it about something good or bad.

“So it did make you miserable, Cooper,” Niall boasts as he pokes her arm. She refuses to look at him, knowing that he has that stupid smile on his face right now. So she continues to glare at Suki. “Just admit it. C’mon.”

“Sod off,” she says as she gives him the bird. He simply laughs as though receiving a middle finger amuses him.

“Whilst I appreciate the banter and would love to witness more of it,” Harry interrupts, rubbing his stomach. “I’m hungry. Lunch?”

Throughout the lunch, Harry kept on making comments about how they haven’t hung out in a while. Each time he did so, he’d look at Brooklyn and she knew he’s trying to tell her that it was because of her. So, wanting to shut him up, she told him that they all could join her and her siblings for dinner. They wouldn't mind, she’s sure. If they do, then Harry, Suki and Niall might have to sit at another table.

But, five minutes before they can leave the office, Harry and Suki told Niall and Brooklyn that they won’t be able to join them.

“I feel like you’re doing this on purpose,” Brooklyn says as she squints her eyes at Harry who doesn't crumble under her intense gaze like she wants him to. He simply shrugs and tells her again that he’s promised to grab dinner with his sister. Suki, on the other hand, can’t come because she suddenly remembers that she has an urgent matter to attend to. It sounds way too vague for it to be true, but Brooklyn doesn't want to question her. “Fine, your loss then.”

“I’m sure there’ll be a next time,” Harry says confidently. Lowering his voice a little to make sure Niall wouldn't hear him, he wiggles his eyebrows at Brooklyn as he says, “Besides, I wouldn't want to be a third wheeler. You and Niall just made up so you deserve some alone time with him.”

Brooklyn looks at him and gives him her middle finger. At this point, she doesn't even bother to tell him to stop talking nonsense. That’s what he does and what she can do is ignore him. “Whatever,” she tells him instead, her voice as lower as Harry’s.

“What’re you two whispering about?” Niall inquires nosily as he gets up from his chair and makes a short walk to Brooklyn’s desk.

“None of your business,” Brooklyn answers way too quickly. Niall kinks an eyebrow at her and her face flushes a bit.

Harry lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. “I was just telling Brooklyn to have fun at dinner,” he answers the question for the both of them. She doesn't know why he’s not telling the truth, but if she has to guess she thinks it’s for selfish reasons. Like how he doesn't want Niall to nudge him in his rib – he does that a lot to Harry – or like how he doesn't want Niall to tell him that he’s mad.

“Are you not joining us cos you’re having dinner with Suki?” Niall questions. Harry’s body stiffens at the mention of her name and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. Niall gasps. “You are, aren’t you, you little shit.”

Brooklyn kicks his shin. “I can’t believe it,” she says. “Dinner with sister, my arse!”

“Is that what he told you?” Niall asks Brooklyn, to which she nods. “Getting pretty good at lying, aren’t ya?”

“Anything for Suki, isn’t it?” Brooklyn sings. Seeing Harry’s face turning red is entertaining to say the least.

Harry takes a few steps away from Niall and Brooklyn. “Okay, you two ganging up on me is not fair,” he says before he turns on his heels and leaves before those two can taunt him for a second longer.

Brooklyn and Niall laugh, amused by the way Harry behaves the moment someone mentions Suki’s name. It’s both cute and funny. “Didn't think it’s true, ya know?” Niall admits once Harry is out of their sights. “And didn't think it’d be that easy.”

“I know,” Brooklyn agrees with a nod. Harry’s poker game face is weakening and she thinks it has everything to do with the fact that his crush is now out in the open. He doesn't have to hide it, at least not in front of them. Looking at Niall who’s still lingering near her desk, she asks, “You’re not gonna bail too, aren’t you?”

Brooklyn texted Beck twenty minutes ago, telling him that Niall would be joining them for dinner. Beck, of course, took only seconds to reply with two eyes emojis. Brooklyn gave him two middle finger emojis and she told him that Harry and Suki would be joining them as well. She still hasn't told him that those two can’t come.

“And miss an opportunity to have sushi for dinner?” Niall asks, an incredulous gasp leaving his mouth. “Never.”

Brooklyn lets out a laugh. It sure feels nice to be able to talk to Niall again – she’s not going to tell him that. What Suki said earlier was enough to inflate his ego, he doesn't need another reason to boost his already humongous ego.

Brooklyn’s phone vibrates again as another text message from Beck comes in: can’t wait to see Niall!

She can’t help the scoff that leaves her throat. Beck is somewhat obsessed with Niall and she doesn't even want to know why. Besides, it is not something new that someone is head over heels for Niall – nearly everyone in this office is in love with him.

Good thing, she’s immune to him and his charm.

Brooklyn can feel Beck’s eyes on her when she walks into the sushi place with Niall. He has an impressed look on his face when Niall holds the door open for her and she simply rolls her eyes. Beck loves to tease her. Come to think of it, everyone that she knows loves to tease her. Maybe it’s because it’s easy to rile her up or maybe because they don't have anything better to do with their lives. She’s going to go with the latter.

Before they reach their reserved table, Brooklyn stops walking and turns to Niall, “Are you sure?”

Niall chews on his bottom lip as his eyes dart from her face to her siblings. He looks slightly nervous, but there’s a smile on his lips. “A bit nervous, but anything for sushi, yeah?”

Brooklyn has to roll her eyes at that because as much as she hates to admit it, he’s good under pressure. And he’s good with people – not that she isn’t but she knows people would much prefer to be around him than her.

“Well, if you’re sure, then c’mon.”

The two of them make their way to their table and as soon as they reach it, Beck jumps up from his seat to pull Niall in for a hug. Brooklyn could’ve sworn she sees tension draining out from his body almost instantly. But when Beck returns to his seat, Niall tenses a little. Brooklyn gives him a reassuring smile. “Everyone, this is Niall. Niall, these are my annoying brothers and sister.”

“Hi, Niall,” Nadine grins and waves from her seat. If Brooklyn can describe her little sister based on emojis, she’d say she’s the heart eyes emoji. It’s embarrassing. “I’m Nadine.”

“Hi, Nadine.” Niall smiles.

“The one squinting at you right now is my older brother, Oliver.” Brooklyn says with a smirk. Oliver shoots her a glare but a smile takes over a second later. She looks at Niall and pretends to whisper to him, “He likes to pretend that he’s cool and all that, but deep inside he’s just as lame as Beck.”

“Hey!” Both Beck and Oliver exclaim at the same time.

“For your information, Niall,” Oliver straightens up a little, a knowing smile on his lips. “Bee’s the lamest.”

“I concur,” Nadine interjects before giving their older brother a high five. If they weren’t in public, Brooklyn would’ve thrown something at them. Honestly, will they ever get tired of teasing her? Brooklyn doesn't think that day will ever come.

“You can still run if you want to,” she whispers to Niall, completely ignoring her siblings.

“Nah, I’m good,” Niall says as he shakes his head, to which she frowns at him. It’s either he’s gone mad or he’s got a kink for annoying siblings. Either way, he’s going to regret staying – she’s quite sure of that.

“Alright then,” Brooklyn replies. If he wants to stay, then that’s on him.

Brooklyn moves to pull out a chair next to Beck, but before she can take a seat, her twin brother stops her. “What?”

“No offence, Bee, but I kinda want Niall to sit next to me.” Beck grins when she shoots him a glare.

“And this is why, Beck, you’re my favourite twin,” Niall declares as he takes a seat on the chair next to Beck. He looks at Brooklyn, then, and says, “Sorry, Bee.” He doesn't sound sorry at all. In fact, he seems very pleased that Beck has chosen him over her – everything’s a competition to him.

The fact that Brooklyn doesn't tell Niall not to call her Bee doesn't go unnoticed by Oliver and Nadine, who are now looking at her with a puzzled look on their face. Normally, she doesn't like it when people other than her siblings call her that. It’s a nickname reserved for them and only them, but maybe she’s changed her mind.

Once everyone is seated, they place their order – it turns out that Beck and Niall like the same sushi and that gives Beck more reasons to love Niall even more. “I think God messed up and gave Bee as my twin instead of you,” Beck states, which earn him laughter from Niall and an eye roll from Brooklyn.

“So, Niall, how long have you been working for the company?” Oliver asks, casually changing the subject.

“5 years,” he answers. “I did my internship there and they decided to hire me as soon as I graduated.”

Brooklyn didn't know he did his internship there. She did know that he started working there after he graduated, but that’s it. So, she turns to him, brows furrowing. “You interned there?” She asks. He nods. “Huh, you never told me that.”

He laughs, nudging her shoulder with his as he says, “Gotta keep you on your toes, ya know?”

Now, Brooklyn can feel her siblings’ eyes on her. She knows they’re going to be talking about this in their group chat later on, but there’s a tiny part of her that’s hoping they’ll forget about it by the end of this dinner.

Oliver, Beck and Nadine take turns in asking Niall some questions – are you really from Ireland? How’s it like living there? How’s Bee like at work? Do you have a girlfriend?

Brooklyn has to stop her siblings the moment the last question is asked. They’re being really nosy and that’s embarrassing. “You don’t have to answer that,” Brooklyn tells Niall.

“It’s fine,” he replies with a shrug. He turns to Nadine and answers her question, “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Nadine claps her hands excitedly, grinning from ear to ear. “Do you have a crush on someone?”

“Nadine, please, that’s such a high school question,” Beck interrupts. Nadine gives him a middle finger. “What we should be asking is-“

“No one’s asking Niall anything anymore,” Brooklyn tells them. Both Nadine and Beck pout. Oliver, on the other hand, chuckles to himself as he takes a sip of his green tea.

“Boo, you’re boring,” Nadine boos and Brooklyn ignores that.

Good thing, their food come a second later because that shuts everyone up. As they enjoy their dinner whilst having small talks – Nadine and Beck can’t seem to shut up even with their mouths full – Brooklyn comes to a realisation that Niall has, once again, succeeded in charming people who he’s meeting for the first time, except for Beck. She can’t help but wonder what can’t he do?

Brooklyn doesn't get to wonder long because before she can eat the last of her shrimp tempura, someone walks up to their table. The way Nadine’s eyes widen makes Brooklyn turn in her seat and that’s when she sees him.

“Louis?” She’s so confused. She didn't tell him that she’s having her dinner here. Which could only mean one thing. She turns to Nadine who has an apologetic look written all over her face. Nadine must have reached out to Louis and invited him here. Why would she do that? Brooklyn doesn't know, but she’ll find out later.

“Hi,” Louis smiles as he waves at everyone around the table. He leans down and presses a quick kiss on Brooklyn’s cheek. His eyes land on Niall after that and if he’s shocked to see him there, he covers it quite well. “Hey, mate.”

Much like Louis, Niall covers his shock with a smile. “Hey,” he replies.

Beck’s eyes dart from Niall to Louis then back to Niall. When he diverts his gaze to Brooklyn, he looks amused and she can tell he has something to say. And she’s right. “This would’ve been way awkward if Brooklyn still has a crush on Niall.”

“What?” Both Brooklyn and Niall say at the same time.

Horrified, Brooklyn can feel colours draining from her face. Both Louis and Niall are looking at her, but she can’t bring herself to look at either of them. Her eyes are fixed on the sushi in front of her whilst everyone waits for her to say something. She should deny that, should tell Beck that he’s mad and that he’s talking nonsense, but when she opens her mouth, nothing comes out.

She looks at her siblings for help and luckily, Nadine steps up. That’s the least she can do considering that she plays a part in this mess. “Louis, I didn't think you saw my message on your Instagram.”

“I did – in the last minute actually,” Louis admits. “Was about to go home when I saw it, but told the driver to take me here instead.”

“Oh,” is the only response Nadine can think of. “Well, we’re glad that we got to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” Louis says with a smile. He turns to Brooklyn and says, “So, you had a crush on Niall?”

“I-Uh, yeah,” she confesses sheepishly. She scans his face, searching for any signs of anger or betrayal, but she sees none of it. But he does look like he suddenly remembers something.

“Huh. Niall used to have a crush on you.”

#1dff #niall horan fanfiction #henlo people #it took me weeks to finish writing this #bcs im a trash #and also bcs ive been super busy #this chapter's a bit longer than the previous ones #so i hope you'll enjoy it #pls let me know what you think!! :)#ums

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jihoonslattee · 7 years

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Idol AU! Jihoon (pt 2)

I hope you all enjoy part 2! This is gonna be super long omf hfslg i hope you guys are okay with that HAHA

summary: pt 1 you a shy person had become best friends with Park Jihoon from Wanna One!

so like remember when I said that Jihoon was acting weird around you?

this has increased by like 1000000% and you are just super confused because when Jihoon used to be super chill with you guys doing things that couples would do he now got super shy about it and you’re like

ok be that way jihoon

but at the same time he looks really cute when he gets all shy and embarrassed

and when he smiles your heart does leaps as if it’s doing hurdles in the olympics

and then when you both make eye contact you feel yourself just falling more in love with his eyes

and being real you could listen to his laugh for hours on end because its like the best thing to your ears

and when he comforts you or just talks to you in general now you just feel so comfortable

and then when you guys hug you just feel like everything is right in this world and that nothing could go wrong

so now all the while being jihoon’s best friend you are also developing feelings for this jeojang boy and you’re just trying to make sure you don’t mess up your relationship

but your members keep telling you on going for it and ask why jihoon is acting weird.

so one day you and jihoon meet up at a secluded place that you both usually hang out at.

you both are just chilling admiring the view when jihoon clears his throat

“so why did you want to meet up?”

and youre just shot back into reality like lmao you almost forgot that the main reason you wanted you two to hang out was so that you could confess and find out what the heck was up with jihoon

“Jihoon I’m only going to say this one so please be prepared because I’m too shy to say it again.”

You shift yourself to face Jihoon and he does the same. you look at him straight in the eyes but then your conscious is like

“lmao youre too shy to look at him in the eyes”

and you’re only thinking that because he is giving you the softest look you have ever seen and you just want to get this over with so that you both will either start dating (which is preferred) or you both still be best friends

you immediately shut your eyes and your head tilts down as you start rambling

“okay listen here park jihoon you’ve been acting weird lately and honestly I don’t know what’s that about but I’ve been thinking and I’ve realized that i really like you and i actually cannot push the feelings back anymore and also how i feel so comfortable and safe around you like you could be talking about the stupidest things ever and i would just love being with you. I don’t wanna ruin our relationship so if you don’t like me back it’s okay i just wanna know why you’re acting so sus like don’t think that i don’t notice it because we are best friends so i notice like almost everything.”

so you’re still sitting there with your eyes closed and feeling your whole body heat up by itself in the cold because you are very embarrassed and just wanna roll up into a ball and just eat all the ice cream and food and pretend as if life never existed.

but while you’re just kind of suffering on your own wondering if Jihoon is still even there you feel something wrap around your shoulders. you open one of your eyes slightly to see Jihoon still looking at you

you open both of your eyes and see that Jihoon has wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and you put it on fully

“i wasn’t gonna say anything if you were gonna keep your eyes closed.”

he just smiled and you were just left in confusion and slight irritation bc you just rambled out your entire book of feelings on him to him and he’s just there smiling and giving an answer you were not expecting.

“so like is that a yes or a no?”

you give him that look with the one eyebrow raised up and he just laughs and you swear his laugh could cure the world if they listened to it.

but he just casually puts his hands on your cheeks and he comes closer to you which makes your heart race but you’re okay with it because he’s your crush and honestly who wouldn’t want their crush to do this to them?

“Y/N I was acting weird lately because I’ve had feelings for you for a good while now and I was waiting for either you to notice and reject me or you to confess to me.”

he gives the brightest smile while still holding your cheeks and you can swear that your heart is beating at an unhealthy rate while your cheeks are also starting to heat up ALOT

“and since i know you like me now i can do this.”

he comes closer to you and you being the awkward turtle doesn’t know what is going on so you close your eyes again.

but little did you know that when you closed your eyes jihoon softly laughed because he thought you were so cute so he kissed your forehead

he was gonna kiss you but you seemed so shy about it he was gonna save it for later

but now low and behold yall are a couple and honestly it seemed as if both of your managers were chill with it?

like your manager later revealed that the reason they asked was bc if you two weren’t going to realize you liked each other they would help HFDKLHF

but yknow you gotta keep it a secret from the company so the managers always help yall with sneaking off to go on a very very VERY secret date.

dates are usually at the secluded place you guys confessed to each other at or this pet cafe thats at the top of it’s building so no one would see you two even if they wanted to.

also the workers have agreed to keep your relationship a secret because literally you guys used to go there just to hang out and apparently the workers already thought yall were dating? lmao

but now jihoon is even more cheesy like while yall are having dates jihoon will be like

“you during this date is saved in my heart! (jeojang)”

and you’re just like

“jihoon let’s just take a picture to remember im pretty sure there’s other things to remember too”

and when he actually does something super sweet and cheesy you are like

“awe jihoon you’re too sweet im tearing up”

and then he offers to do aegyo and does gugugaga and you’re just like

“moment ruined jihoon pls don’t do that you did it so much on shows alrdy I am immune”

“i HAVE Nothing ElSe Y/N PlS love ME”

“of course i love you jihoon”

and yknow when you are able to sneak to each other’s dorms when everyone else is gone consists of cuddling while watching your favorite shows

or just watching videos and reading things together bc you just enjoy being in each other’s company

but jihoon never fails to try and give you the best he can

“jihoon what is this”

“you don’t want my innisfree poster?”

“i already have five of these at home they gave it to me when I just wanted the face masks”

“are you sure you don’t want my poster?”

“why do i need your poster when i can see you in ReAL LIFe?!”

another case is (this is through text)

you: jihoon aren’t you in la rn

jihoon: yes why

you: why did i receive my favorite food with your name on it pls explain you couldn’t have sent it to me you are in la rn

jihoon: i asked someone at the company to send it to you, you’re starting you comeback promotions soon and I want you to stay healthy and eat a lot!

you: aw jihoon you’re sounding like my mom and that’s what jisung is like towards me but that’s so sweet ily

jihoon: i love you too but i miss you

you: okay i miss you too but i’m trying not to think about it smh

when jihoon comes back from LA you both will probably hug for a long time and the members will be like

“it’s only been two days calm children”

but then jihoon is like

“you just don’t know love yet”

overall jihoon and you would be the cutest couple every where jihoon likes to bluff sometimes and tease you and you just not having it but yall still have fun together just like best friends with all that added cuteness in between!

ok the end flfh the ending was weird maybe i’ll change it later LMAO

#wanna one #wannaone #jihoon #park jihoon #jeojang #wink boy #produce 101 season 2 #produce 101 #wanna one scenario #wanna one imagine #park jihoon scenario #park jihoon imagine #produce 101 season 2 scenario #produce 101 season 2 imagine

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imagineproduce101 · 7 years

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Lai Guanlin Mafia AU

wow this got really out of hand, fair warning that it’s SUPER long

warnings: blood, alcohol, shooting, guns, illegal activity, organized crime, the father of reader passes away

you had always been aware of the presence of 101 in your life

your father was a member, and in charge of a fairly large gun dealing operation

your mom hated it, but he was so entrenched in the mafia that there was no other option

he would leave at night, returning at two or three in the morning

your mom always waited up, sitting in the kitchen quietly with a cup of tea that turned cold soon into the night

sometimes you would wait up with her, feeling bad that she was spending so much time waiting after your father

and the money that he did earn from 101 went right back to the mafia, because he gambled

your mom was forced to work two jobs just to support you and your younger brother

one night, your dad left and didn’t return that morning

your mom was a mess, calling his phone and sobbing

at three am, three men showed up, clearly from the 101

cutting straight to the chase, they informed you that your father had been shot and passed away

“he still had a major debt to be paid to the 101″, they explained, demanding that your younger brother join the 101 in his place

your younger brother was still in middle school, only 12, there was no way you were letting that happen

“i’ll join” your mom said desperately, “please, leave my kids out of this”

“mom, no!” you snapped, shaking your head

you took your father’s place, refusing to let your dad’s mistakes ruin your mom’s life even more

the first day on the “job” was nerve-wracking to say the least

a shipment of ammunition came in from indonesia, and the man working with you briefly showed you how to shoot your father’s gun before telling you to go talk with the people bringing the shipment

you had to inspect everything and pay them the correct amount

the amount of tensions in the air was palpable, and you wanted to run far, far away from everything, but you knew you couldn’t

once you had the ammo, you and the guy you were working with, sam, had to re-sell it to a waiting customer

the man was a first-time customer, and sam warned you that you had to sell the product, ensuring him that the 101 was confidential in all aspects

you did your best to charm the buyer, and managed to get him to agree to continue to buy ammo/arms from the 101

after that night, you become one of the 101′s best arms runners

word on the street is that you can sell to anyone, that you could convince someone to shoot themselves if you really tried

through all the deal’s you’ve successfully facilitated, they start calling you black widow

which is quite possibly the stupidest name you’ve heard in your life but whatever

there’s been talk of a super huge arms deal with the russian mafia

and sam (your partner) informs you that you need to go to the 101 headquarters because someone wants to talk to you

you enter the building nervously, not really sure what’s going on

if your mom knew what was happening, she’d probably have a heart attack, but you had to keep telling yourself that you were doing this for your family

one of the lower-down members recognizes you and instructs you to go to the back room

you do so, but before you enter, your hear a couple of guys arguing

“hyung, this is my first deal and you want me to hand over control to some random person?”

“she’s not some random person, she’s the best damn arms dealer in this entire city. you know we need her on this deal”

you knock on the door a bit nervously

“come in!”

you enter the room

there’s a huge wooden table in the center, a bottle of bourbon out

three men were sitting around it, all with one drink

a cabinet with a glass front behind them has various machine guns displayed

“so this is the famous black widow?”

you immediately recognized kang daniel, one of the heirs to 101

“i wouldn’t say famous” you stammered out, carefully closing the door behind you

“take a seat, dear” daniel gestured to one of the seats

you took a seat, scanning your surroundings quickly

"i’m sure you’ve heard of the deal with the Kalashnikovs by now”

you nodded, still a bit tense from the nerves

“this deal is huge. if we get them to agree, we could be routing billions of dollars in arms from the middle east to russia and europe”

and wow you really didn’t expect the deal to be THAT big

“this is guanlin here’s first deal”

“lai guanlin?” you asked, eyebrows shooting up

everyone knew about lai guanlin-- the half-son of the current 101 boss

he’d been living in taiwan for a while, until he returned to korea to reunite with his father and half-brother, continuing the work of 101

guanlin bristled, glaring at daniel

“daniel, don’t forget about me!” the last man grinned cheerfully “i’m sungwoon, in charge of the getaways”

“and getting shot at” daniel cut in with a grin

“welcome to the team!”

you’re like ummmm

they have you temporarily stay at this hotel where the high-ups of 101 all live, so that you can work more efficiently and easily

your mom is upset that you’re getting even more involved in 101, but there’s really no other option

as soon as you move in, this young guy who’s obviously new brings you huge files with information on the Kalashnikovs

you’re sorting through it, trying to figure out who they’ll send to negotiate when someone knocks on your door

it’s guanlin, standing there and looking a bit grumpy

“hey, ready to work, partner?”

he just glares at you, shoving past you and throwing himself into one of the chairs

you miss sam

you end up doing most of the work in terms of person-to-person research, but when you look over, guanlin’s going through what kind of arms they use and deal with mostly

the boy from earlier shows up with jjajangmyeon, and you two take a break to eat

guanlin just eats in silence, but you try to get to know him, since you’ll be working together

it starts out with you just asking questions and him grunting out responses, but soon he starts actually responding and you two have an actual conversation

granted, it’s a conversation about food, but it’s talking nonetheless

once you two are done with your food, the conversation shifts to the deal

you show guanlin what you’ve found, the men they’re most likely to send, what deals have been successful and what fell through for them

guanlin in turn shows you his projections for what models/makes they’ll likely ask for

he’s working and you’re taking a quick break and you realize that he’s actually quite handsome,,,

one night you guys are busy working and guanlin disappears for a sec, coming back with two cups of coffee

“you looked like you were getting tired”

you end up falling asleep and when you wake up, the work that you’d needed to complete is finished and someone (guanlin) lifted you up from the chair you were working in and set you in your bed

wow cute

the day approaches, and you can’t shake the nerves you’re feeling

sungwoon explains that he’ll have a car ready in case anything goes wrong, but guanlin will drive you two to the casino where you’ll be meeting the Kalashnikovs

you’re dressed in a fairly tight black velvet slip dress, makeup done up by a dancer from one of the 101 clubs, hair arranged perfectly

you have an in-ear disguised as an earring, but you have to stay with guanlin since you’ll be the only one who can hear daniel, who’ll be guiding you

guanlin comes to your hotel room to pick you up, holding a tan shoe box

its a pair of fucking louboutins

he gives you that slow once-over that sets butterflies fluttering in your stomach

he looks amazing in the crisp, expensive designer suit

“gotta show off, right?” he smirks at you as you shove your feet into the louboutins quickly, not used to the feeling of high heels

you normally do your deals in jeans and sneakers, so it’s weird for you to be so dressed up

the car guanlin drives to the casino is obviously expensive, though you don’t know much about cars

“nervous?” you ask, looking over at him.

guanlin looks like he’s about to puke all over the steering wheel, knuckles white

“not at all” he lied easily, making you chuckle

“my first deal, i almost passed out in fear” you quipped, sending him a smile

he grinned half-heartedly, pulling up to the casino entrance

one of the workers, wrist with the telltale 101 tattoo, informed you that the men were already in the backroom

you walked towards the backroom, doing your best to exude fake confidence

looking up at guanlin, it was like he was an entirely different person

his face was confident, brooding, and he strode forward like he owned the place

actually he did pretty much own the place, so that was accurate

you entered the backroom, greeting the two men that the Kalashnikovs had sent

“so this is the black widow that they’ve been talking about” one of them said, kissing your hand

“lovely dress,” one of the men smirked, eyes slowly raking over your body

you smiled, trying to fight the urge to sock him in the face

guanlin stiffened next to you, placing a heavy hand on your waist

“now, let’s get started gentlemen, shall we?”

guanlin unbuttoned his suit jacket and took a seat, while you opted to stand, leaning on his chair easily

guanlin pulled out several papers from his briefcase, detailing your offer

you explained your offer easily, bending down to grab the duffel bag that had been sitting under the table

you walked around the table to the men’s side, heels clacking against the marble floor, setting down the various models of guns that you were willing to deal next to them

the two men looked down at the models and traded looks, nodding

“you know how to make a good offer” one of them said, picking up one of the guns to inspect it “but how do we know that you’re dealing in authentic models?”

you could tell guanlin was panicking, but you knew how to handle the situation

you left the room to ask for a bucket of water before returning to the backroom with it

“gentlemen, this room is soundproof” you said with a smirk, before grabbing one of the semi-automatics and pointed it at the wall, firing through one clip before replacing it with another, doing this four times

once you were done (and the wall was significantly damaged), you shoved the gun into the bucket of water, showing it to them

“dense steel alloy,” you replied, clicking the safety back on, “don’t question if our arms are authentic again.” you threw the gun back onto the table, setting your hands on the table and clicking your nails against the surface

the two men looked thoroughly scared at that, and guanlin is staring at you intensely

“we’ll sign” the man who seemed more in charge said, pulling the “contract” towards him

you managed to get the deal through, even if you wasted four clips doing so !

the men are escorted out of the casino and you leave the backroom as well, heading to the office where daniel was waiting

he greets the two of you happily, celebrating your obvious success

while he’s calling in to the 101 headquarters to let them know to proceed with shipments, guanlin turned to you, obviously still in shock over what happened

“how the hell did you do that?” he asked, eyes wide

you smirked at him, patting him on the back

“when you’re trying to get a deal through, you’ll do the craziest things. they don’t call me black widow for nothing”

you and guanlin become permanent partners (rip sam), working on very high profile deals internationally

you definitely notice that you have feelings for him, but try to push it away

then one night, you two have a deal where only you go to negotiate, because the other party insisted on only dealing with you

as you’re leaving, guanlin stops you, pulling you into the hotel maid’s supply closet

“w-wha?”

“sh,” he said, looking down at you, brushing the hair out of your eyes. “be careful, please (y/n).”

“of course i’ll be careful, i’m me”

“(y/n), i can’t afford to lose another person who i love” he said quietly, staring down at you intensely

you stare up at him, something strange in the air

he leans down to kiss you quickly, holding you tight

“i’ll be careful, guanlin” you said quietly, kissing him back before leaving the closet

the deal ends up folding because they had a hidden person almost shoot you

you managed to get away thanks to sungwoo, but you’re bleeding from where the bullet skimmed you and get rushed off to the hospital asap

you get knocked out for a quick surgery since you need stitches, and when you come to, guanlin is sitting in your hospital room with a frown

“you know how worried about you i was?”

he rushed over to you, checking to see where you’d hurt yourself

“love you too, guanlin” you teased, making him frown down at you

“i was really worried!”

“just kiss me, idiot”

you two become the power duo, negotiating and making bombass deals for 101

the money you earn all goes to supporting your mom and brother, which guanlin knows, so he spoils you all the time and buys you expensive things

calls you princess

he gets super cuddly and clingy the night before another deal, not wanting to ever lose you

not the best lifestyle in the world, but you’re glad that it led you to guanlin

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A Tale Of Two Jotaros

(The second chapter of FM Part 1: Wealth of Stability! Jotaro and Kakyoin travel to the scenic Milford Sound, New Zealand to investigate a slew of unnatural earthquakes, only to find a normal girl who acts nearly exactly like Jotaro, down to field of study and tendency to barge in fists first. Enjoy!)

The first thing to note was that his head was pounding, worse than the one time he attempted underage drinking and worse than all those times when he was sent flying into whatever surface some villain was tossing him at that day. Jotaro could probably count on the fingers of his right hand how many random bastards were able to get the drop on him, but those times were still memorable enough in how much of a rage headache he’d been left with after. This was worse than those times. The fact that he was just punched in the jaw also wasn’t helping matters.

Right. Second thing to note: he was just punched in the jaw.

The bitch who did it had guts, especially since she was half a foot shorter than him and with far less muscle, and sure as hell must have had an ego and way too much luck, if the small stack of bodies behind her was any indication. She glared at him, shook her hand, and bit out, “Dammit all- you’re a tough sonuvabitch, I’ll give you that, but if you think you or your cronies here are going to get anything, then you’ve got yourself a couple feathers short of a full dodo.”

So she had guts and a pretty damn bad case of mistaken identity, because he didn’t know a single one of the goons unconscious there. Suddenly, Jotaro was thankful that he hadn’t just sent Star out to pummel this woman into the ground, because not only was that too much energy he wasn’t willing to spend, but now he could rest easy with the knowledge that he hadn’t just gone and beaten some random girl to a pulp for no legitimate reason.

He said levelly, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” because he did, in fact, have no idea what she was talking about. He looked over everything to try and piece it together, just barely catching the movement of another punch headed his way.

He just needed a few damn seconds to see what he was dealing with, so with a noncommitted mutter, he had Star stop time for a total of five seconds. It was coming easier to him, the more he practiced with it, but that didn’t mean that Jotaro liked using it all that much. At most, it was a fail safe, a backup plan to make sure that he or Kakyoin didn’t get skewered in some precarious situation. He preferred using his hands in real time- not only because it made everything more satisfying to see his opponents react in real time, but also because when he was pissed to all hell it felt like he was cheating himself out of some benefit to having the world see. He looked damn cool when he fought, and looking back on that instead of the rage bubbling under his skin helped.

The scene had the gorgeous backdrop of pretty much anywhere in this far too expensive tourist trap of a marine getaway- along the beach there were the waves, the nose of a dolphin breaking the water, with a cloudless sky and high cliffs rising towards it. There were three goons passed out along the beach, and he sidestepped the frozen fist of this girl to crouch near them. Their pockets were filled with coins, and their coats were lined with a certain kind of tropical fish, mostly dead. Poor things- if he’d found some goons trying to suffocate these like this, he’d be pissed too.

The girl was still there, and he took the last second to see if she fit the description of the Stand User they were after. The Foundation didn’t have much info on her, which was annoying and troublesome, but they did know that it was a she, and she had long hair. Considering the braid that flipped down to her ankles, he’d say she fit that much, so it’d pay to be careful.

Three seconds were up and the world began again. The young woman finished punching thin air and then started, eyes (or maybe it was just the one eye- the other was covered by one ridiculously long strand of hair that’d escaped her completely impractically lengthy braid) widening as she whipped around to face him, fists balling up tight. Her face was stoic as she regarded him, eyebrows furrowing, and Jotaro almost wanted to laugh- who did she think she was, trying to look intimidating when she was barely 150 centimeters tall?

“I don’t know how you got over there,” She said, and even if she might have been pretending, but it seemed as if she didn’t even notice Star floating behind him, “but you’re going to give some answers, or I’ll be forced to kick your ass.”

“Good grief.” He muttered in response, watching her warily. Even if she wasn’t the stand user, he knew she could at least throw a half decent punch, and the last thing he wanted to do was blow some situation out of proportion just because he got irritated. That wasn’t why they’d come here. “I don’t have answers for these three, because I don’t know anything about them. Besides, what they’re doing,” He bent down, pulling aside the fabric and showing the bags of lethargically swimming fish, “is inhumane as all hell to these fish and I don’t care for that shit.”

The girl had the presence of mind to look slightly bewildered (or slightly irritated- either way, there was the telltale twitch of an eyebrow) as she said, “What- no, these goons were making off with the gold they have on exhibition. What the hell is this about fish?”

“These are arowanas- big money for anyone willing to smuggle to fish enthusiasts and the stuperstitious.” He felt that he may as well explain, considering how lost and decidedly not-violent this one had apparently gotten. Still, it didn’t make sense- why go and have an entire heist in the middle of a completely different smuggling operation? Either these three were the stupidest criminals Jotaro had ever had the displeasure to lay eyes on or there was something fishier going on than just the arowanas sluggishly floating in their containers. Damn. And here he had thought that maybe he’d have a moment to actually pretend that he was enjoying his time at Milford Sound.

There were footsteps, and before he could turn he heard the sound of that girl shifting, fists probably raising and Kakyoin echoing his own first thoughts while first observing this scene. “What on Earth has happened here?”

Jotaro turned, inclining his head in acknowledgement as the girl straightened up, flipping her braid over her shoulder and giving a low huff. “Good grief… it’s a chore to have to explain this all any more than I have to. I’ll let him explain things, since I’m about done here.” She looked Kakyoin in the eye and Kakyoin blinked, eyebrows raising a bit at the venomous glare. She started walking away, the silver chains on her small black jacket trailing behind her along with the black cord of her hair.

Kakyoin approached Jotaro, looking between him and the retreating back of the girl that caused a sudden spike of irritation to burn low in his stomach and then calling out to her with a hint of bemusement. “Ah, wait a moment miss!” She turned back to face him, expression impassive. He smiled, standing up straighter and moving forward until he was taking her hands gently within his own, leaning down while still being ever the gentleman. “My name is Noriaki Kakyoin. Now, if you would please…” Even as Kakyoin very sweetly asked her to stay, putting on the charm that usually left girls weak in the knees, her face didn’t change from that passive indifference. That stoic expression was pissing Jotaro the hell off.

Then, she had the fucking gall to swat Kakyoin’s hands away, a scowl coming onto her face as she said rudely, “Don’t touch me, you son of a bitch. I can’t stand men that get handsy. If you need me there, then fine- but I don’t want to see any errant hand come anywhere near me, or I’ll beat the shit out of you.” She brushed past him and came to lean against the nearby metal fence that separated the beach from the pavement, leaving Kakyoin bemused but bewildered.

Who in the fuck gave this bitch the right to speak to people any way she wanted? It was annoying. He hated people that were so full of themselves.

Kakyoin came over and murmured to Jotaro, “Funny. It’s almost like we crossed into some kind of strange alternate plane.” Jotaro didn’t like that teasing tone in his voice, no matter how quiet he was being.

“And how the hell do you figure that?” Jotaro had to ask, because there was some kind of cosmic joke here that he was missing, and if there was one thing that set his blood to boil faster than random gutsy bitches, it was missing something that everyone else in the universe apparently found to be fucking hysterical.

“You didn’t realize it? She acts a lot like you do, or used to do, particularly with the opposite sex. Kind of looks like you, too. With the chains, the unreasonable amount of belts, black overcoat…”

“I’m only wearing two belts.” He muttered, irritated now because no, he hadn’t noticed any similarities between this random civilian and himself. He had other things to think about, like whatever the hell these men were doing.

“That’s at least one belt too many, and you’re not denying that she does.”

“If you want to see shit that isn’t there, who the hell am I to stop you? Besides, I don’t act like a stuck up bitch to people.”

“When we met you called your mother a bitch.”

“We don’t speak of those times.”

“What times? You still call girls bitches. You just indirectly called this one a bitch.”

“Not to their faces, anymore. And not all of them are bitches. This one, though...”

Kakyoin snorted, shaking his head as he whispered. “Let’s call it a work in progress.”

“Hey,” The girl rudely spoke up, staring at the both of them, “are you two having a lover’s quarrel or what? If you wanted me here, get on with it- I don’t have all day, you know.”

He crouched near the men and the fish, having a look for himself what Jotaro already observed.. “Arowanas, hm? Seems to be a terribly inconvenient place to be smuggling them. Especially with… the gold inside as well.” Jotaro watched as Hierophant Green was slowly unwinding itself and wrapping its tentacles securely around the criminals on the ground. All male, all with hair that ranged from short to reasonably long. Not the stand user they were looking for, it seemed.

He glanced over again at the girl, but she kept staring passively. She didn’t make any indication that she saw Hierophant, but she very well could have. She was looking directly at Jotaro now, and Jotaro met her gaze, glaring back at her with as much force as she glared at him. They might have actually stayed that way for a while if Kakyoin hadn’t stepped in and said, “So, will someone explain or do I have to piece it together myself?”

“Jesus, can’t you take any initiative?” She said, looking back at Jotaro before looking to Kakyoin. “Since your partner here is apparently inept, I’ll take on the explanation; alright, Nori?” Nori? What in the hell had her already calling him a nickname? Jotaro hadn’t even started calling him anything like that, and at the very least he knew Kakyoin longer than a few minutes.

Kakyoin didn’t seem to notice his partner’s rising annoyance and instead nodded, saying politely, “Yes, I would very much like that.” Equally politely, he didn’t comment on the nickname use, probably figuring it a custom or some shit.

“Here’s the basics- I saw these three sneaking out the museum, where there’s an exhibition on pirates around the region and throughout history going on. People were freaking out, and they were running through the chaos, so it wasn’t hard to figure out that they were being suspicious for a reason. Turns out, they stole a good portion of the Dutch gold there and tried to make off with it, along with these arowanas that they’ve smuggled into the country to sell. After all, with their popularity among tropical fish enthusiasts and their unique scales, they’d make a pretty penny.” If she knew damn well where fish played into this, then why had she been so confused earlier? “I don’t understand why they would try a heist in the middle of smuggling, though- seems stupid as hell. Whatever the case, they’re out of commission. I made sure of that.”

Which brought up the question of, how the hell did she take down three full grown men by herself? She couldn’t have been much older than Jotaro or Kakyoin, and she was at least half a foot shorter, so how the hell did she manage to knock them all out, especially with a punch that wasn’t especially noteworthy or powerful?

“Then I mistook your friend there and punched him.” She said, looking at Jotaro with a small smirk on her face. Jotaro felt the muscles in his fingers twitch at that as Kakyoin’s eyebrows shot up and he turned to look at Jotaro, a little look of surprise in his face.

“Took me by surprise. I didn’t think a little thing like you would even try it.” Jotaro said levelly as the girl glared at him.

“I didn’t think that a gorilla like you could find work anywhere outside a crime syndicate, so I guess we both learned something today.” She said back, and Jotaro watched Kakyoin bite his lip, shoulders shaking a bit.

His head throbbed. He had a feeling this was going to be a long day.

After the Speedwagon Foundation picked up the men and Jotaro had triple checked that those arowanas were going to be given good enough care, he, Kakyoin, and the girl settled into the only little cafe in this resort town to look things over since it became obvious that this bitch knew some of the shit that might have been going on.

Jotaro had long since learned that her name was Shila, that she was nineteen years old and doing an internship here because she wanted to become a marine biologist, but he could care less. Why the hell should he have cared about the life of some inconsequential girl, even if there were details that were starting to look eerily similar to the life of his own? The world was full of bizarre bullshit, and if it wanted to throw a female doppelganger with his exact seventeen year old pre-Egypt personality it could do so without any fear of retribution. It was honestly better not to even acknowledge it, because then it just made things even more uncomfortable, and when that happened, the world generally took that as its cue to fuck everything over all the more.

Kakyoin, though, was just having the dandiest fucking time while still putting on that polite face he generally did around new people he wasn’t quite used to letting loose around. He could tell in the little crinkles at the corners of Kakyoin’s mouth and eyes, the humored twitch of fingers and the appearance of a few sly remarks that only Jotaro would understand because he’d been there and in the end, he was the one being made fun of. He was hating this situation more and more.

“So why exactly are you all here, and apparently getting involved like this? Are you some kind of cops? You don’t look American…” Shila was saying from across the booth. She’d taken up an entire side by herself, spreading herself out with no regard to anyone else and forcing Kakyoin and Jotaro to squeeze together on the other side. They were not small men. It was just another spark of irritation added to the fire.

“I suppose you could say that we are agents of sorts.” Kakyoin said, taking a sip of his tea. “I’m afraid we can’t say much more, but we can say this- we’re looking for someone of very… specific abilities, under the guise of investigating the recent slew of earthquakes.”

That was right. Recently, the normally sunny and lovely Milford Sound had become stormy, and numerous earthquakes were threatening the delicate ecosystem there. Most so far had affected more inland areas, but they were already disrupting the delicate black coral reefs deep under the water, and the many lightning strikes were starting to destroy property. There was probably more to that, but honestly, Jotaro had mostly skimmed over the report and read the parts where the marine life were being threatened and what information they had on their user.

“What- do you think they’re linked somehow or somethin’?” She asked nonchalantly taking a swig of some overly obnoxious looking soda brand he’d never seen before. Kakyoin’s eyes narrowed, but with the wave of a hand she dismissed herself, saying, “Jesus, I’m joking. You’ve seen the action flicks like that- the agents say they’re doing one thing while doing another, but secretly they’re all linked together. I could help, though.”

“Is that so?” Kakyoin asked, putting on a polite face.

“Well, I don’t know how I can help you find anyone with “specific abilities” if I don’t know those abilities are,” She said, finishing off her soda and setting the bottle down, leaning forward a bit. “but I can tell you this- the tectonic activity around here just isn’t normal. I’ve been studying the ocean floor maps for weeks, and the fault line has always been more inland. Now, it’s almost as if all the earthquakes have been moving slowly closer towards the reef. I don’t know what to make of that- but if something happens there, especially with the observatory….”

“Right, Milford Sound’s Underwater Observatory… if an earthquake hits there, then anyone inside will be stuck ten meters in the ocean.” Jotaro nodded along with that, because should that place be destroyed, that would be dozens of lives at risk and an entire ecosystem utterly destroyed.

“Well I don’t see them being transported to the lost city of Atlantis.” Shila quiped.

“How long have the quakes been going on for?” Jotaro finally spoke, looking to Shila. She may have been unbearable, but in the end, she might be useful, for at least a moment. Then he and Noriaki could go back to more important things, other than entertaining her and her shitty attitude.

“About two weeks- it started off small and inland, every few days, but now it’s gotten to be every other day. They’re getting worse.” Shila told them, watching them with that same stoic expression.

“Then we have a time limit, of sorts.” Kakyoin mused, looking out the window and over the streets. No earthquake had hit the town yet, so it seemed as if they would be due for one sometime soon. Which meant that eventually, they would be able to corner the stand user somewhere in the town- after all, they’d have to be staying nearby, and have an exceptionally good sense of where everything in the town was, in addition to the natural landscape.

A tour guide, of sorts. Or someone living at the resort for an internship to study that very same landscape.

To be honest, Jotaro had his suspicions from the moment this woman talked so effortlessly about the arowanas to Kakyoin, as if she’d known about them being part of the plan all along. No, earlier than that- when she didn’t even bat an eyelash at Kakyoin’s charming display like anyone else would. Still, he needed something more concrete- more evidence to even affirm to himself that this Shila character was who they were after. He guessed the best thing would be to see if she could see their stands, but it’d be easy to pretend they weren’t there.

“If anything, you should have your agency evacuate the place.” Shila said, leaning back. “It’ll be a damn pain to move all those papers out, but it’s a small price to pay. Still- what can you tell me about the person with a specific ability?”

Kakyoin and Jotaro looked to each other. If Jotaro’s hunch was wrong and this girl wasn’t a stand user like them, then any explanation would essentially be worthless. Besides, even if she were a stand user, she would probably be who they were going after in the first place. Jotaro summoned Star Platinum in that moment and Kakyoin nodded, leaning back. “There isn’t anything that we can say, I’m afraid- it’s all classified. Though, we must thank you for your help-”

“You need me.” She said without pause, looking Noriaki dead in the eye and moving her bang out of the way to gaze at him fully. “No one else will know the landscape quite as well as me, unless you count all those old geezers down below. And you wouldn’t want too many people to know about it, I’m guessing. You need someone to help you out, so that you can deal with the earthquakes. I have the pattern on these on lock.”

Even as Star moved directly in Shila’s line of sight, she didn’t bat an eye. That wasn’t going to be enough, and it was already damn suspicious that she was insisting on coming in the first place. There was only one more thing to do, and Jotaro figured that it wouldn’t hurt to give this bitch a little taste of her own medicine. With a loud “ORA-” Star’s fist was pulled back and then sent flying straight into her jaw. Before it hit though, Jotaro muttered, “Star Platinum, the World.” and everything around him froze.

Like this, it was easier to gauge a reaction. Seeing if there was any kind of change in expression the exact millisecond before Star’s fist landed would let Jotaro examine more carefully whether or not she could see the Stand in danger of punching her. He looked with both his own eyes, and then with Star’s, but the answer was the same- Shila’s face was absolutely stone cold stoic, the same expression as before, with no change. He stared for one second of frozen time, then three, then ten, but nothing. She didn’t seem to even realize that there was a gust of wind or a presence of something powerful about to hit her dead on. Star moved out of the way.

Time began to move. Shila made no move other than to pick up her empty soda bottle and try to throw it into the trash from her seat. When it didn’t land inside the can, she let out a huff and went to go pick it up after getting a dirty look from the woman at the counter. While she was gone, Kakyoin elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“Jesus Jotaro, what in the hell were you thinking?!” He hissed, “If you’d only lingered a moment-!”

“You know that Star’s precise.” Jotaro said irritably. “I was never going to actually hit her.” But he did definitely consider doing so wholeheartedly there for a second, if only because she was getting under his skin in some weird way that made him feel vaguely slimy.

“Even so, it’s obvious she can’t see them. Otherwise she would’ve seen Hierophant Green earlier.” That was true, sure, but Jotaro just needed to be sure. Even then, though… this girl could be stoic and ornery to the extreme in the face of practically anything, so what was one near punch to the jaw? It may have still been an act. It wasn’t as if they knew her in any way.

But considering how ruffled Kakyoin got, maybe he wouldn’t voice that just yet.

Jotaro needed a smoke after all that, and he was able to sneak away for a break without Kakyoin even sparing him one of those vague eye rolls he gave whenever he went for a cigarette. He wasn’t exactly sure what emotion was meant to be conveyed with it- disgust? Annoyance? Amusement? Some fond sentimental bullshit? He wasn’t too good with emotions- but he did know that it always made him spoke at least one more cigarette than planned, just to spite the asshole a little.

There was a small railing to the balcony outside the little cafe, boasting a view that no doubt got far too many photographers itching to take several keepsakes of the little town as it stretched below, surrounded on either side by stone and greenery and pointing out towards the far more interesting sea beyond. Jotaro lit up his cigarette, bringing it to his lips and breathing in.

The nicotine puffed through his system and untensed his shoulders, mingling through the slightly salty air brought in from the coast. It was quiet out there, and he could safely let his thoughts drift from topic to topic as he tried to have some reprieve from the last few days cooped up on a plane, then in a hotel room, then within the confines of twenty thick stacks of folders of information on seismic activity and sea life and the precious few leads the Foundation had found, which still ended up taking up the majority of the folders despite all the shitty purple prose essentially equating to the higher ups shrugging their shoulders and saying “fuck if we know”.

That was one thing that made this entire thing significantly worse than Egypt- sure, they all had the enemy snapping at their ankles every waking moment, but at least then it didn’t take hours of strain and luck hoping for some damn excitement with a shit ton of paperwork on top of it. Jotaro was going to go out of his mind with cabin fever, which was a shame- he actually had wanted to see the surf at least once while they were there.

He had begun vaguely recalling the list of sea creatures that would be visible from the underwater observatory ( Antipatharia , black coral, a species normally found in the deep ocean but due to deep water emergence would be able to grow just beneath the freshwater layer since sunlight can’t reach it, home to Conger oceanicus , Conga eel, deep sea starfish such as the species-) when his concentration was broken by the sound of heavy booted footsteps walking out on the balcony with him. Not that the steps themselves were all that heavy- Jotaro knew for a fact a girl Shila’s size couldn’t make the sound of their feet any louder, no matter how big the shoes they used to play dress up or how loud they stomped.

Shila relaxed against the railing, looking out towards the town and sea. Jotaro huffed out a puff of smoke, and then immediately sucked in another, flicking ash to the pavement. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Shila pull out a pack of cigarettes of her own; a pack of the exact same brand as his, no less. She lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag before huffing the smoke out.

Jotaro asked her irritably, “What the hell do you want.”

“What, I can’t have a smoke?” Shila said in that infuriatingly deadpan way of hers, not even bothering to look his direction. “It was getting too stuffy in there with your partner. He may act cute and polite, but he’s kind of fuckin’ weird, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask you.” Jotaro told her flatly. What the hell would she know? Kakyoin didn’t just turn around and start being his usual kind of weird asshole self unless he was comfortable around people, and Jotaro knew for a fact that he couldn’t have been feeling comfortable with this bitch just yet. Even then though, hearing her call his friend weird made Jotaro bristle because he was the only one allowed to mess with Kakyoin about his shit (even if it was true), not some random floozy who couldn’t even speak in any way without sounding arrogant.

Shila took another drag, let it out, and looked to Jotaro from the corner of her eye. Jotaro kept staring stubbornly ahead- he wasn’t about to blink first. “Then again, I guess weirdos are attracted to each other. Considering that fancy shit you pulled earlier with those assholes on the beach, I’m guessing you’re even weirder than Cherry Boy inside there.” She jerked a thumb back and Jotaro’s fingers twitched around his cigarette. He stayed quiet.

A moment passed where the air was tense, with neither of them making any movements to go inside. Jotaro didn’t speak; he didn’t need to answer to Shila, or to the accusation and interrogation rolled into the margins of her statement. Just as he let another slow puff out, Shila clicked her tongue, flipping her long braid over her shoulder. “Good grief… sometimes I wonder if you’re even capable of human speech. Whatever the case, you should probably know that I ended up prying a description of your special person and know something of what you’re talking about.”

Finally, something actually worth his time. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and turned partially to her, looking to get her to go on. Apparently slow to catch onto cues not blasted liberally into her fucking eardrums, Shila took a moment before she went on. “I was running some errands for the researchers down below in an outpost in the nearby national park that deals with weather shit- sometime around a week after the earthquakes started- when I saw a pretty short girl with long white hair. She was all covered up, head to toe, which was weird since it’s the middle of a shitty summer, and I didn’t catch a glimpse of her face. Couple minutes later, an earthquake started, and she disappeared into the woods.”

His cigarette burned a little more, nearly burning his fingers with the heat. It couldn’t have been that easy- just a simple, straight forward lead pointing them in the direction of their stand user, all wrapped up in a shitty Hot Topic brand bow? Rarely was anything in Jotaro’s life ever easy and straightforward, particularly when stands and the people using them were involved. Even then, though, Star Platinum had proved it- Shila wasn’t a stand user. She didn’t even see the punch coming.

All Jotaro could do was huff out another puff of smoke and take one last drag of his own. “Seems awfully convenient.”

“Yeah, well, Nori says not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and the sooner freaks like you are out of my hair, the better. We’ll be moving out soon enough.” Shila said, letting the butt of her cigarette fall to the ground. Except the butt landed directly on Jotaro’s shoe, and she still had the gall to stomp down on his foot and grind the thing in, before glaring up at him, as if daring him to do something.

Jotaro’s eyes narrowed as he gripped onto the front of Shila’s shirt, lifting her up on her toes. “And what the hell was that about? These shoes were expensive as all hell.”

“What was all what about?” Shila mocked, staring him directly in the eye without so much as moving a muscle to stop him. As if she was in control of this entire situation. “Though, I wouldn’t do anything too rash if I were you- weird as he is, your partner seems to be such a gentleman, and he won’t be happy knowing that you tried to fight a lady. A lady who’s acting as your guide to the national park over the cliff, no less. What would Nori say about this?”

Jotaro could feel his blood boiling in his head, but the bitch was right. Kakyoin had been with him over the past few years and encouraging him to work on his temper, and the thought of disappointing Kakyoin after he’d been trusted with so much of his fate stung worse than the hit to his pride. Reluctantly, he let Shila go, and she still didn’t show any emotion as she turned on her heel and walked back through the door, moving to stand near where Kakyoin had taken up residence near the front door, chatting with a presumably local, probably to get in as much culture as he could.

Jotaro’s head throbbed. He wondered what would get rid of his headache first- smoking enough cigarettes to let the nicotine do its job or the lung cancer he was sure to get trying.

“They call this ‘The Chasm’.” Shila said, looking up at the gaping structure rising to their left. It was a large rock formation, long ago carved out by glaciers long gone, and the sound of two waterfalls rushing downwards marked it. Jotaro wasn’t one for staring at scenery for too long- it was just a bunch of rocks with some water running like a couple giant faucets, big deal- but Kakyoin seemed particularly impressed by it all, so he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t about to rail against something his friend liked so much unprompted. Said friend had taken to walking between Jotaro and Shila, closer to the little bitch than to him, much to Jotaro’s annoyance.

“I think I read something about this,” Kakyoin said, shielding his eyes against the sun. “in the guidebooks. This entire national park was carved out from glaciers, thousands of years ago, and now that it’s receded it’s left these formations which are still being slowly eroded even to this day. Nature has been slowly chipping away at it for eons, and now it’s left us with this… It’s truly a marvel.”

Shila raised an eyebrow and said, “They’re just rocks, but alright- I didn’t take you for the flowery type, Nori.”

Well she didn’t know anything about “Nori” anyway, Jotaro thought irritably to himself, so she could fuck off.

Kakyoin didn’t answer that and they pressed on in silence for a bit. Then, Shila spoke up again, staring straight ahead where the bridge gave way to the solid ground of the cliff they were going to be travelling on. “The quakes haven’t reached past here yet, so we have a good chance of getting back. If not, there’s stations nearby for rock climbing that we can use to get back across.” The drop below was steep, giving way to rushing water that was who knew how many meters deep. If anything hit right then, it’d be a surefire way for the enemy stand user to have them injured. Even if he didn’t know if the user was aware of them or not (which was pretty unlikely, given that the last one, that Page, caught on quickly enough) there was still something suspicious about the fact that nothing had gotten them while Shila was on the bridge.

They all stepped safely onto the other side and there was a crack in forest dead ahead of them.

In the blink of an eye, Star and Hierophant Green were out- but their guide didn’t seem to realize them, only looking in alarm at the trees. Or, perhaps, the vague approximation of alarm. Still stoic as ever. Still not even giving any indication of emotion. Really, he didn’t know what Kakyoin had seen in her that was so similar to Jotaro- at least he had the presence of mind to show that he was actually feeling something, instead of expending any unnecessary energy in trying to hide it in any way. Besides, it was easy enough to read, if someone actually knew him.

There was a flash of something in the trees, and Shila’s eye (the visible one- that bang had fallen in front of the other again) widened as she barked out, “Get down!” There was the sound of something quick flying through the air, and effortlessly Star had taken hold of the little projectile. It wasn’t anything special- an arrow, a blunt on at that- but it showed, along with the rustling in the trees, that there was definitely something there.

He quickly took hold of the arrow and turned to where Shila and Kakyoin were- except they weren’t standing. Somewhere in the middle of that, Shila had had the bright idea to tackle Kakyoin to the ground to make sure he didn’t get hit. It was another piece of evidence that she couldn’t see the stands- if she could, would she have really been that worried? And why the hell was she worried, if she had been making fun of Kakyoin in the first place?

He started towards the forest, running full speed ahead. He was sure that they could catch up. Or at least, Kakyoin could catch up- if he left the woman on the ground there, that would just be all the better, not only for her safety if she was a civilian, but for Jotaro’s own peace of mind.

Shila wasn’t expecting the arrow to come as suddenly as it did, but it did- and that meant that whoever was right in front of them, they had some damn good aim. She didn’t know if it was the white haired girl or someone else, but that didn’t matter right then- right then, she was trying to make sure that this Noriaki guy was okay. For as little as she knew about him, she could tell this much- the guy was good. Almost to a sickening degree.

Having that stand of his out could be a problem, though.

Now, Shila liked to think of herself as a pretty good actress- it was in her entire job description, after all!- but she also knew when to drop the act and make sure things were kosher. It would be a shame if someone as legitimately good as Nori there were to get hurt.

Noriaki held his side, over where Shila’s hand was pressing down, blood slipping through both of their fingers. “What the hell…?! I thought there was only one--”

“There were two arrows!” Shila said, raising herself onto her knees, straddling him. She was half disappointed that that suspicious partner of his wasn’t there to see- she might not have known much about the freak, but she did know a creep when she saw it. She lifted her hand away from his side to have a look, and the cut wasn’t too deep. Which was a relief. Last thing she needed was someone getting needlessly injured here. Cursing, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small bottle of cherry water. She remembered dully that he liked cherries, and Shila knew that this wasn’t any ordinary water she was giving him. “Drink some of this- I’ll bandage you up real quick.”

“As kind as that is, I don’t really think now is the time for proper hydration-” Shila gave him a look, and he stared right back at her. The both of them looked at each other for a moment before Noriaki sighed, opening up the bottle and taking a sip. Shila went back to tearing part of her coat apart (which was a damn shame- this thing was expensive ) and started sopping up the blood. After a moment, Noriaki held his head, grimacing. “Shila… what was in that?”

“Medicine. Just wait a second- the headache dies down after a bit.” Shila watched as the blood pouring from the wound coagulated, then stopped. After she wiped the last of it away, the nick to Noriaki’s side was gone completely. Just a perk to having friends in high places, or so she’d like to think. Noriaki made a small sound low in his throat as he sat up, eyebrows raising.

“So it was. I wasn’t expecting that…” Noriaki said, looking to Shila for a long moment. Shila stared back, using the moment to hide the little trinket underneath the fabric she was using and discreetly slip it into Noriaki’s pocket. It wasn’t anything particularly big- just a small red marble, nothing more.

Abruptly, Shila got to her feet, pointing to Noriaki sternly. “Stay here for a second. It’s dangerous for you to get up right now… I’ll scout out the area ahead.” Sure, Nori had a good luck charm from her, but Shila still had other things to take care of right then. Just so that she could rest easy the rest of the time she had to spend with pretty boy and his freaky goth guard dog. Noriaki tried to stand, grimaced again, and had to sit right back down, and Shila looked ahead towards the direction where his partner had taken off in.

“Fine… Just don’t go too far. I’ll join with you momentarily.” Noriaki said, and Shila nodded, moving towards the trees. She was going to make sure that this guy was at least unscathed after everything.

After all- and maybe it was strange to admit- she had somewhat of a weakness for pretty purple eyes.

By around the ten minute mark, he hadn’t yet been joined by Kakyoin and that was a damn problem because that was about when the earthquake started.

By then, Jotaro had started to catch up with the person, and pumping his legs faster was starting to put him within arm’s reach. He could see the telltale signs- a shorter girl, waves of long white hair thrown back to the wind, a bow over her shoulders and a stone glove on her hand. All he needed to do was grab just a fistful of that hair and yank and he’d have her. Not even that- she was covered from the neck down in gloves, a scarf, the full works, which really didn’t make any sense for the hot as hell weather of New Zealand. All he needed to do was grab hold, and then the little shit had to slam that fist into the ground.

The ground underneath cracked suddenly, and Jotaro just managed to move out of the way of the worst of the fissure lines as trees around him began to come uprooted, tipping backwards away from the epicenter of the quake. Good grief- now in addition to a chase, he was going to have to spend needless energy on keeping himself balanced on the shaking pieces of the ground that were slowly being tossed his way by the worse tremors. Thankfully, Star was able to help in that regard, smashing through any rubble with well placed punches and “ORA”s.

The stand user navigated the scenery exceptionally well, but that was to be expected- obviously she would, considering that her stand was the cause of countless quakes over these past few weeks. There was too much to think about- why would she wait around there? Just what the hell was she trying to hide in this place?

Just how the hell was this little shit so easily spotted by Shila before?

No time to think about that. There was only time for action, hooking his hands onto one flying piece of earth and swinging on it to propel him forward. She was letting that stone gauntlet of hers drop multiple times in front of her, causing more and more quakes- whatever few visitor centers were out there in the wilderness were probably nothing more than dust at this point, but the sheer amount and size of the debris was making it easier to stay off the ground, at least. The last thing he needed was for some stupid shit like this to trip him up or something equally embarrassing, especially with the job that he was going to have to deal with.

The stand user finally stopped causing new epicenters, and she was still retreating. Jesus, why in the hell couldn’t these people just stand and fight? That would be making Jotaro’s job much easier than it was currently, and now with the loss of momentum and flying chunks of the earth’s surface, he had no other choice but to land on the still trembling ground, dodging as one tree, then another, then yet another, smashed down into the earth.

This chase was already tiring him, so rather than deal with ten more minutes of prolonged, boring chase through the woods in the middle of who the fuck knew where (hell, how could he describe a chase like that in a way that wasn’t boring as shit?), he just had Star stop time for the full limit of ten seconds and made a break for it.

It was much easier to get over rubble and pieces of earthen bullshit, Jotaro found, when it wasn’t shaking in some manner vaguely reminiscent of that bull Kakyoin dared him to ride once while the both of them were tipsy enough to consider doing stupid bullshit like that. Why had he done that again?

What prompted that particular, slightly weird memory was lost on Jotaro, but by the time he got around to wondering where that came from time had begun again and he had a good enough grip on this stand user’s clothes to pull her back, finally getting a good look at her face. Bright violet eyes peered back at him as she struggled, kicking her feet out. “Let me go! Dammit, get off of me, you damn ape!”

Strangely enough, she wasn’t calling her stand. It might have been a sign of submission- he’d seen stands that lost power once the user acknowledged that they’d lost before. Still, it was unnerving in how damn convenient it all was.

“I think you could stand to answer a few questions.” He said, finding a conveniently vaguely furniture shaped formation of newly formed rocks (just when would this streak of far too good luck end?) and settling in. He let Star Platinum take over the handling from there, and even if he could still feel the thrashing in his hands, there was nothing there and there was no chance of Star being hurt. And she did struggle, even while just changing hands, entire body trembling. It was a definite upgrade from the stoicism he’d been getting lately, and never before had Jotaro ever been so grateful to see a girl freaking out over pretty much nothing.

“No, I can’t. You have it all twisted!” She insisted, face going red and lips twitching in some lame attempt at hiding some emotion. She wasn’t a terribly good actor.

“So you weren’t just causing massive earthquakes, ones like those that’ve been going on for two weeks. And you didn’t just shoot an arrow at me and my partner and our guide.” Jotaro deadpanned. “First question- just how stupid do you think I am?”

The stand user swallowed thickly, eyes widening a bit. She finally stopped struggling as hard, hanging loose and limp against Star’s grip as she glared tearfully at him. This entire thing was already striking him as fucking annoying. So this was the stand user that was suspected to be bringing disasters to half the world? The stand that was apparently carrying out some nefarious purpose? Because all he was seeing was some fearful little woman.

“Okay, next question- where’s your stand? And why the hell aren’t you doing anything with it?” The girl swallowed again, blinking, and then spat in his direction before continuing to struggle. No answer on that front either- was she really being needlessly difficult? “I hate to hurt a girl, but if I don’t get some kind of answer…”

Star’s grip tightened around the user’s wrists and she swallowed a third time, before she started stuttering out some half assed answer. “It- I just--! It uh, only comes out at certain times and- and only when there’s a job to be done….”

There was some bullshit there, probably some secret to her stand’s powers, but honestly, it just struck Jotaro as off. Just what the fuck was wrong here?

He opened his mouth, but didn’t get to say anything else because in that moment Kakyoin finally caught up. Regrettably, he still had that annoying makeshift tour guide of theirs with him, and if Jotaro had been blinded by his own annoyance he might have missed the way the stand user’s eyes widened at the sight of Shila. Her arms were certainly shaking enough for it. Again, though, Shila looked at the scene with Jotaro apparently having a levitating girl in front of him with the same stoic, maybe even slightly cruel, expression.

“Well,” She said, rolling her shoulders nonchalantly. “looks like this freak of yours has this covered. Say Nori, where did you find some B-movie grade psychic shit like this guy in the first place?”

Jotaro bristled, and apparently so did Kakyoin, who got out with just the slightest bit of bite, “We’ve known each other for a while, but I suppose I’ve always had a sort of penchant for gathering bizarre companions.” Logically, Jotaro knew this was directed to the seemingly normal girl who was regarding what normal people would have figured to be psychic powers with a freakish stoicism. It still made him irritated, though- not at Kakyoin, but at this little shit, because she was still going on about things that weren’t her damn business. Still, there was a strange sort of look in Kakyoin’s eyes when he looked at Shila. So what exactly happened on the way up?

“At the very least, he seems to have everything under control.” Shila said, then continued on casually, “So since he’s fine here, why don’t you come back with me?”

With that, he politely nodded, looking apologetically over at Jotaro. “Meet us in the Underwater Observatory back at the resort, alright?”

“Wait- you’re going now? When we have this to deal with?” Jotaro ground out, looking incredulously at Kakyoin. He didn’t know what went on while they were coming up the mountain, but it couldn’t have been enough to have Kakyoin agreeing to go alone with this little bitch and leaving Jotaro alone with this. Besides, Kakyoin would probably need to talk to the Foundation, and they would have to figure out accommodations until the shitty old man could bring them back out to Japan. As far as Jotaro was concerned, even with how off this all was, if this Shila character really wasn’t a stand user, then she’d exhausted her reasoning for ever having to deal with the both of them ever again.

“There’s some things I want to do in town,” Kakyoin said smoothly, “and I need to look over what Shila’s observatory has on the quakes so far. Just so that we can possibly parse out any motive. You can help me when you get back- it shouldn’t take that long at all, and you know that.”

“.... Fine.” Jotaro muttered, watching the both of them turn away while fishing into his pocket for a phone to get a Foundation helicopter out here to pick up their errant stand user. When he looked back up, he caught Shila looking over her shoulder at him, and for the first time, she seemed to actually show some kind of emotion.

She was fucking smirking at him. She turned away, weaving her arm through a slightly tense looking Kakyoin’s.

With how much that Shila and her cocky attitude annoyed the hell out of him, Jotaro was surprised by his own restraint in not punching the smug little bitch.

The Speedwagon Foundation offered Jotaro a lift back to the resort, and considering the fact that he was out one annoying but necessary guide, he took them up on the offer. Now he sat in the back of the helicopter alongside the stand user, who had her hands done up in heavy lead gloves. It wasn’t a trick that worked with all stand users, but the Speedwagon Foundation found that the gloves hindered the ability of stand users to call out their stands, if they were object ones that they had to hold or wear.

The girl had finally stopped shaking, and now stared out the window, no expression at all crossing her face. Which was honestly grating on his nerves worse than if she would have been sitting there whimpering, honestly. Sure, the entire day left Jotaro with a pounding headache and was already grating on his nerves, but the idea of dealing with more stoic girls left him with a deep, exhausted ache throughout his entire body.

“I’m glad this is over- I can stop acting.” When the stand user spoke, it was quiet, in a calm, in control voice that made Jotaro want to shove her out the compartment. Still, it confirmed something- that there really was something off about all of this.

Jotaro waited a couple of moments to see if she would continue. When she didn’t, he said, “I am too. I can’t stand two faced acts. So just who the hell are you? And what were you doing here?”

“I’m Ten.” She said, then didn’t say anything again. Jotaro huffed out a breath, because of course- he got to deal with cryptic bullshit. Either that, or the little bitch was fucking with him, because she didn’t look a day under twenty. Either was just as plausible at this stage of the game, but that didn’t mean that Jotaro found it amusing in any way, shape, or form.

“That’s an unfortunate name. Now are you going to tell me anything useful?” She finally turned to look at him, blankly shook her head, and then turned back towards the approaching ground below. Jotaro guessed the helicopter ride couldn’t have taken much longer, and he was dispatched on the outskirts of town, near the first few buildings and a nearby ice cream parlor. His head throbbed, but at least now Jotaro could be left the hell alone with his throbbing head and his thoughts. And a cigarette. Which he sorely needed.

“Jotaro, are you really sulking by those starfish?”

Jotaro was most certainly not sulking, thank you very much. There were a lot of things that he did, and even if he could admit that sometimes actually showing emotions came a little harder to him, and even though that list of things usually included thinking or maybe, on very rare occasions, brooding, Jotaro Kujo did not sulk. That was a distinction that he would have expected Kakyoin to understand by then.

“No.” Was all he ended up saying because even giving that ridiculous notion any amount of petulant attention was just playing straight in Kakyoin’s hands, and Jotaro was not about to deal with some bullshit about comparing him with someone else. Or something else. Whatever.

Kakyoin took a moment to observe Jotaro’s back, because he wasn’t sitting there sulking- he was observing the starfish that clung to the glass, hiding partially in the branches of coral that made a miniature forest in front of him. He’d gotten to sit back and admire those giant faucets, so now it was Jotaro’s turn to go and see some real marvels of nature or something- there was no reason to even classify what Jotaro was doing as sulking. In fact, one starfish was just starting to wiggle along, moving towards the place where there were plenty of seashells to snack on. It was honestly calming, especially with the relatively dim lighting of the room and the ten meters deep of ocean outside.

Then Kakyoin said, “I got in touch with the Speedwagon Foundation- all the information Shila had here is pretty much already well known, so we’re due to be flown out of here soon enough. In fact, our pilot’s meeting me outside in a few minutes, so you wouldn’t mind staying here and watching over Shila, would you?” He sounded so ceaselessly casual in the request that it just added to the mounting annoyance from earlier. Honestly, it added to the mounting annoyance he’d had since the beginning of this entire goddamn day- meeting some twisted, two dimensional apparent alternate universe version of himself, having to deal with stand users who were weepy little bitches, having to deal with Shila’s entire shitty attitude and Kakyoin’s teasing was just a goddamn recipe for disaster. But they were almost done here, so he couldn’t complain there. Even if something was still eating at him, Jotaro was ready to go.

“Why don’t you stay, since she’s taken such a liking to you.”

“Because I need to run an errand, and you’re not exactly quick with little fetch quests.” Kakyoin said calmly as he rolled his eyes. “Besides, she needs to be taken to the Foundation anyway- if only because now she knows and has seen enough to the point of needing some quick education on why secrets are a wonderful thing to be keeping. I don’t expect that she’ll be anything less than cooperative- but just in case.”

Letting out a huff of a breath through his nose, he looked back towards the starfish. It was trying to eat a mollusk, gently prying away the shell to get at the soft body inside. “Fine.”

“Thank you- I’ll be right back.”

Jotaro was left alone in the observatory with a nagging at the back of his head that may have been yet another headache in the making. He really needed to invest in some Tylenol or some shit.

A little while later, once Kakyoin had ascended the steps, Shila stepped out of the little backroom and joined Jotaro in the viewing area. He was hunched over near one corner of one of the spacious windows, watching the watery world outside. He wasn’t too interested in continuing any contact with Shila, but he supposed an interaction was unavoidable.

She stood beside him, silently watching the world outside and seemingly thinking of something to say. Then she said, “Nori’s pretty good company. You’re lucky.”

He was silent for a couple of beats before grunting in acknowledgement, face turning momentarily towards her. He was damn lucky to have Noriaki around- he wasn’t about to go and deny that- but it wasn’t as if he was keen on sharing just how deep their history went with some random bitch who was then snorting, flippantly saying, “It’s kinda fucking rude to not participate in a conversation, but I think we’ve established that you’re kind of a freak, so let’s gloss over that. I have something to say.”

“Well, get on with it.”

“You were right, you know.”

He didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but the moment her hands and forearms glowed, he understood everything.

Jotaro managed to dodge the first swing of Shila’s glove clad fist, the wall behind him cracking with a fine tremor running through it as the spikes running up the gloves surface and up her forearm to where it ended at the elbow sparked a bit. He goddamn knew it- there had been something off about this bitch from the first time he laid eyes on her, and dammit, he should have just gone with his gut instincts in the first place and knocked her into the next calendar year!

She was grinning wildly now, a mirthful twinkle in her eye as she dropped the imitation overcoat that she’d been donning this entire time. Underneath, her clothes were much more cheerful, neon colored and shining with the bright logo of some sugary pop band or another in a language he couldn’t read. She gave an overly ostentatious show of stretching her arms over her head, rolling her shoulders. “Man, it feels good to get that all off of my shoulders! Let me tell you, you were a pain to play! So serious… so boring!”

His eyes narrowed, because of course, just when he thought his day couldn’t get any more annoying- this happens. He must have done something in a past life, or one of his ancestors must have fucked up their shitty Joestar destiny, if he was apparently getting this as punishment. Before she could get another punch in, Jotaro had Star summoned and ready, his stand’s fist coming to meet the one coming straight for him.

Star countered Shila’s attack, but even then, Jotaro nearly feel to the ground with the sudden pain shooting up from his hand. He stepped back a few steps as the bones in his right hand rattled, then splintered in places that was already sending a spew of blood out his fingers. He grunted lowly to himself as he had Star about to attack, but then that damnable little wench had to open her suddenly over peppy mouth. “Ah-ah-ah, Mr. Jotaro Kujo! I wouldn’t do that if I were you- you know where we are, right?” She swept an arm out theatrically towards one of the windows, the glass slightly cracked and leaking, “Ten meters deep, with only a few oxygen masks in places only I and the scientists here know about! If you make one wrong move, or if I decide to punch you a little too hard, you’re going to be suffering a slow, painful death in this ocean you love so much! Oh, the tragedy! The pure theatrical irony!”

She was grinning all the while, animatedly moving, playfully speaking even with the cruel words spilling out of her mouth. Jotaro let out a little ‘tch’ of annoyance, but stood back. There were others here, as far as he could tell, scientist types and tour guides deeper in trying to prepare for an influx of tourists. He just had to figure out a way to get back at this little bitch, and he’d be golden- after all, this wasn’t the toughest foe he’d ever faced, not by a long shot.

“Nothing to say, hm?” Shila hummed, then sighed dramatically and let the grin drop down into a more subtle little smile. “Well, that’s fine- I’ve always loved a captive audience.”

“So what the hell are you, some circus reject?” He quipped, watching her and the rest of the circular room warily.

“No- I’m the one who’s going to be killing you today.” She smiled deviously before dipping into a low bow, mockingly subservient. “My name is Shila, and this,” She stood straight up, holding her hands up and letting the polished stone dully reflect back the world around her, “is Mountain’s Hammer, the stand that suggests the Knight of Pentacles. I’m afraid my employers have been very… descriptive, about the ways in which you, that damned redhead and your organization have been- how you say- fucking us all over.”

So this was the real stand user, and not the girl with white hair and the faux glove. He was going to have to report that back to the Foundation that it looked like there were more big name stand users with more powers to look into. After this, of course, and after he got that glass patched up- the dripping sound was driving him up the fucking wall and he didn’t want anything that might have latched onto the glass to be hurt because of this bitch’s theatrics.

Suddenly, Jotaro vehemently missed the exasperating stoicism and ornery bullshit.

Just as he had a plan gathered together with the use of those brochure holders, Star Platinum, and the momentum needed to break through that likely bulletproof glass, Shila seized up. Glowing green tendrils trapped her entire body, and where one of Mountain’s Hammers had been raised to strike the ground, it was kept still.

Jotaro’s head whipped around, alarmed for a moment before recognizing Kakyoin on the the railing of the stairs, legs casually folded and flanked on either side by Speedwagon Foundation personnel like he was the especially well compensated crime boss with the police in his pocket, a pair of shades resting on his face. Jotaro fucking bet that that was just because he wanted to look cool. Jotaro couldn’t rail on someone for doing that though- he did the same thing.

“I think I’ve heard enough.” Kakyoin said calmly, a smirk on his face.

Shila’s eyes widened and she thrashed in her bonds, to no avail. The majority of the tendrils were binding her fingers in those gloves, so there was no chance of causing an earthquake, and Jotaro got special satisfaction from that fact as Kakyoin hopped off his perch and stood beside him, still looking triumphant all the while. “You know, next time, you should pick a better actress as a lackey, because she did a piss poor job acting like you.”

Her face went bright red with what Jotaro could only assume was anger as she huffed, pouting at Kakyoin petulantly. “Oh really- you’re not even going to let me have my big finale? The climax of this? Are we really about to end this so anticlimatically?”

“Sorry to say, but it’s...” In that moment, Kakyoin, who didn’t at all need the shades what with it being dim as all hell down there, took off his shades, looking Shila directly in the eye as he said, “curtains for you.”

Shila rolled her head back and groaned loudly and melodramatically. “That was awful. What you just did right there was awful. I can forgive the impromptu bondage, especially from someone attractive, but I can’t get behind such shitty one liners! And I was even going try and spare you, make you a good part of our story.”

“Who’s story?” Jotaro spoke up, figuring that they may as well get something out of her. To that, Shila just laughed in his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know! Sorry, but I don’t answer questions from assholes who make my roles a living hell.”

“Well, would you answer one question for me?” Kakyoin asked.

“Well for a darling like you, I don’t see why not.”

“Why act like Jotaro? If his personality were really so abhorrent to you…”

Shila just shrugged at that, letting out a little amused breath. “At first I was just doing it to be funny. But then you… well, you had such amusing reactions that I couldn’t resist. What can I say, I have a weakness for eyes like yours.”

Jotaro’s headache was back full force. At least all this shit was over.

Before long, they were on a plane out, and Jotaro sat on the aisle, trying to lean forward to look out of Kakyoin’s window so that he had something to do other than acknowledge the old hag next to him that reeked of something probably less than legal to be bringing onto a plane.

“It’s bullshit that they couldn’t get the white haired… girl’s, stand name or information out of her.” Jotaro eventually said, watching Kakyoin turn to face him out of the corner of his eye. He was still trying to get out of that entire bad habit of casually disrespecting women that didn’t deserve his bullshit, but when he had popping ears and a ringing headache, it made it slightly hard. “She was a shit actor but apparently she can keep her trap shut enough.”

Kakyoin nodded in agreement. “That really is such bullshit, and I couldn’t agree more. Still, you have to admit- this entire adventure was somewhat amusing.”

“For who?” Jotaro said, despite already knowing the answer by the mischievous glint in Kakyoin’s eye.

“For me, I suppose. For Shila too, maybe, though you don’t like hearing that.” Kakyoin had some damn nerve, finding humor in this entire bizarre fucking day. “I mean, did you wake up this morning and think to yourself, ‘gee, I think we may meet a bastardized female version of myself and her albino companion out at this ocean resort and accompanying national park’? Because I didn’t wake up this morning expecting that. In fact, I was expecting three more weeks of prowling around town, the jungle, the ocean, the center of the earth, and the ideological strengths of the absurdist movement as a whole before finding anything conclusive, and just look what happened today! Simply amazing, what kind of bullshit we seem to find.”

“Easy for you to say- you didn’t have your entire seventeen year old personality echoing back at you like some shitty Back to the Future esque bullshit.” Jotaro huffed,

“Pre or post Egypt?”

“Yes.”

Kakyoin snorted, before looking out the window as well at the clear blue sky and layer of clouds below them. Then, after a couple of moments of silence, he said, “I should have picked up on it sooner. All the signs were there- but I bet you already saw all the red flags from the moment she uttered ‘good grief’, right?”

“Actually, I didn’t start suspecting anything until she rejected your gentlemanly act. The charming one.” Jotaro said, and Kakyoin blinked, looking back at him in bewilderment.

“Gentlemanly act? I don’t purposefully put on any act to charm anyone. Not that I see… That’s just myself being polite.” He had to be kidding.

“That entire routine where you take their hands and act all sweet with them? That entire romcom Disney prince bullshit? Noriaki, you do this pretty much any time you want something from someone you don’t know or give a damn about, especially if they’re some random girls.” Jotaro could not believe for a second that Kakyoin wasn’t at least somewhat cognizant of this fact. There was a slight look of discomfort on Kakyoin’s face before suddenly, he smiled.

“Jotaro, I think that’s the first time you’ve called me by my first name.” Noriaki said with a large, genuine smile on his face. "That's touching, truly- are we really ready to take this so far forward? We're not moving too fast in this, are we? Two years of friendship and now I finally know that you actually know my name..." If he weren’t a close friend, Jotaro might have wanted to punch that little look straight off his face, but as it were, he just looked adamantly to the seat ahead of him. Kakyoin's excitement at just that little thing was kind of dumb, but Jotaro liked that it made him happy. It was nice to know that for some reason Kakyoin acted like it meant something to him.

“I’m going to sleep.” Jotaro decided to say before turning away completely, facing the lady and reaching down to grab the blanket he’d taken onto this flight. It was still light out, but that was fading fast, and the sooner this day was over, the better.

“Alright, have your beauty sleep.” He was teased one last time before Kakyoin finally turned away, from the sound of it. “Good night, JoJo. Sweet dreams.”

“Yeah, likewise, Noriaki.”

#my writing #jjba #jotakak #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #fanfiction #au 1 #forgotten monarchs #shila #elena #OCs

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