#listened to it on my bus ride to work and it ended EXACTLY before i had to get off the bus

[carcarrot]

who up crying in their latte

#NEW ALBUM AUGHHHHHHHHHHH #listened to it on my bus ride to work and it ended EXACTLY before i had to get off the bus #oh gosh. what an album #escalator was cute and it was funny using an escalator getting out of the bus station after hearing the album #you were meant for me crying and sobbing although the synths were a little harsh. to me #when you leave soooo fun and silly. xbox name drop really something #we go dancing was just so goofy like ok!!!!! #take me for a ride new favorite sparks song ohhhh im gonna be going insane over this one #just looked at the setlist and WHY aren't they doing take me for a ride live :(((( oh well #its sunny today so sad for no reason. stop making me feel emotions #it doesnt have to be that way AUGHHH . sparks inspirational messages #am i forgetting any songs before the last one . #OH a love story really silly and fun. what were they doing with russ's voice in places there #and then gee that was fun made me an emotional wreck thanks guys 👍 #sparks tour 2023 spoilers #kinda . also if people dont want the new album spoiled yet #spars

[stellar-constellations]

An Alliance (Part 8)

        

        Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

        Parts: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, current part, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

        (Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

        The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story). 

        Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability). 

        The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

        This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

        Even more weeks passed as Yuri and I began to know each other more and more. Eventually, we started to figure out each other's likes and interests.

        I used to hate Yuri for many things, like how he's extremely strict with work, a morning-person, extremely family-oriented (and I swear he has some weird thing with sisters. Would he date a girl if she was an older sister? 'Cause I am). I also hated him cause he's so bossy and stuck-up, not allowing me to even walk outside for a breath of air without him walking beside me.

        Meanwhile, he hated me for a lot of reasons too. Like how I was seen as playful and tired a lot, seeming to have no clear goal of what I want in life. He also didn't like me because I'm carefree and love to tease him. 

        It's not that good of a match when we're both stubborn and opinionated, stuck in the same apartment for hours on end, not even having a break from work, but we eventually decided to put aside our differences. 

        Yuri allowed me to sleep in on our days off, and in return I'd lay back on my teasing. Yuri and I agreed on the groceries and dinners we made, deciding to work together to make dinner. I learned that Yuri likes his eggs sunny side up, and he learned I like mine (egg choice). I showed him how to make my family recipes, and Yuri showed me how to make recipes he's stumbled across and adapted (he admitted he doesn't like cooking Yor's dishes, but he eats what she makes anyways because he admires her).

        Yuri doesn't care for horror movies as he never gets scared, but he's scared of porcelain dolls (just as I am) so we get scared when watching "The Invisible Man" (even though Yuri swears up and down he isn't scared, he agrees to hold me since I forced him to otherwise I'd have nightmares and talk about it in my sleep, effectively scaring him from my sleep-talk of demons and dolls). 

        We learned how to co-exist and work together, helping with interrogations and asking for each other's second-opinions. I tried to listen to bugged audios and such, but I end up falling asleep each time as I have to try and wait for something incriminating, so Yuri takes over that part.

        Our co-workers are extremely convinced that we're a couple, and it really doesn't seem that off. It feels like as more and more time passes, we get used to having to call each other "wife" and "husband". 

        We took the bus since the traffic was way too crowded on the road today, that, and me and Yuri felt exhausted after working long hours for so long. We eventually fell asleep on the bus, leaning onto a each as the train peacefully cradled us.

        "Yuri? (Y/N)?"

        Yuri shot awake, causing me to way up from his harsh movement. 

        "Whu? Yor?" Yuri questioned.

        "You two don't usually ride this train." Yor spoke.        

        "Oh, uh, just on our way back from a little work trip." Yuri spoke.

        I nodded, agreeing before eventually dosing off on Yuri's shoulder, their conversation being alienated in my ears. 

        Yuri soon woke me up. I mumbled out a "bye" once I realized Yor was still onboard. Yuri grabbed my hand as he led me out.         

        "What did you and Yor talk about while I was asleep?" I muttered, keeping my eyes low on the ground.

        It was too bright outside for me now, and I'm really too tired to keep walking yet I went.

        "Nothing really, just small talk." Yuri hummed, he turned to look at me. "Are you okay? You're dragging your feet." Yuri pointed out.

        "Yeah, yeah. I'm just tired. I don't like having to do the interrogations so much. I'm still mad that guy tried punching me when I caught him lying." I sighed.

        "Yeah. That was a quick punch..." Yuri spoke, recalling the memories.

        I'm really glad Yuri was there to catch that punch and hold him down, since I was sitting down, there really wasn't enough time for me to move away from it.

        "Yuri. Can you carry me?" I questioned.

        "No." He immediately responded. 

        "Why?" I sighed, slightly whining. 

        "You're acting like a child." Yuri sighed.

        "But I'm tired." I groaned, then paused, thinking. "You should carry me. It'll make us seem more like a couple to others."

        "You're really trying to use that against me?" Yuri deadpanned.        

        "...Please?" I questioned, causing him to sigh.

        "Whatever, hurry up and get on." Yuri groaned, rolling his eyes as he crouched down.

        "Thank you, love~" I singed, not much energy into it.

        "Whatever." He huffed, grabbed my thighs and placing his arms under them to get a firm grip.

        "You're the best~" I praised, resting my head on his shoulder and sighing happily.

        "I know I am." He snarked, hiding his face to hide his painfully obvious smile. 

        I decided not to fight back on it, resting my eyes again.        

        .

        .

        Mission after mission, I swear I'm going to go insane. I thought. 

        We were chasing after a suspect who ran, my legs were tired as I mentally cussed out the man we're chasing. I never ran as much in WISE as I do here! Usually I'd get escorted to my missions or at least have a motorcycle (well, at least in WISE I would)!

        "The suspect fled to the back alley! Go around and cut him off, you two!" the Lieutenant ordered.

        "Yes, sir!" Yuri responded. 

        I followed Yuri, not bothering to responded back to the Lieutenant in case I accidentally project my unprofessional thoughts to my higher-up. We chased in an empty alley, desperate to cut him off, but Yuri suddenly fell. He didn't trip, no, he just fell, plopped down face first into the ground.

        "Yuri? Are you okay?!" I questioned, immediately stopping and checking Yuri's pulse to make sure it wasn't heart failure or a stroke. 

        "Yuri, what happened? Did he get the drop on you?!" the Lieutenant questioned, running to us.

        "He just suddenly collapsed!" I spoke.

        "Nngh... Captain... I think I..." Yuri paused, "caught a cold..." 

        "So suddenly?!" the Lieutenant exclaimed. 

        "No wonder you were sneezing and coughing today when you woke up. Sheesh, Yuri, if you felt bad, you could've called in sick." I sighed, putting his arm around my shoulder and picking him up with the help of the Lieutenant.

        "Evil never waits..." Yuri responded.

        I signed me and Yuri out early, the Lieutenant going to the Director to tell what happened and to excuse our absences. I took Yuri's car keys and drove us back to our apartment, resting him on the couch.

        "You know, you really worried me, stupid. I thought you inhaled some poisonous gas or went into cardiac arrest. Tell me when you're feeling unwell, jerk..." I muttered, ignoring the tears swelling up in my eyes.

        I thought I was gonna lose you, just like everyone else...

        "Sorry..." Yuri mumbled. 

        "Don't worry, love. Just don't scare me like that again..." I sighed. 

        "Whenever I remember that... my sister's away... my immune system... breaks down." Yuri explained. 

        Woah. Sounds serious... seriously stupid. I thought. 

        "Right, business trip on a cruise." I commented. "I'll go get you some medicine at the pharmacy." I spoke.

        "W-wait, you can't go alone!" Yuri spoke.

        "I'll be fine, don't worry." I reassured.

        "No... It's in the... contract... for me to not... leave you alone... in case you... leave..." Yuri huffed.

        "Jerk!" I scoffed. "I wanted to make sure you heal up and you believe I'll abandon you while you're vulnerable! Besides, I've already left your sight before and I returned, did I not?!"

        "Sorry..." Yuri sighed. "If you go... could you get some herbal tea? The kind with the bear on it..." He huffed.

        "...Whatever..." I huffed, rolling my eyes. 

        I’ll get him it anyways since he’s sick. I thought.

        I hurried to the pharmacy, buying the box and noticing the box’s bear it's the same herbal tea that taste like absolute shit.

        Well, maybe he loses his tastes when he’s sick? So he doesn’t realize it’s bad? Maybe he likes the dirt-like texture. I thought, walking out of the pharmacy with the box and medication in hand.

        I walked back into the apartment, unlocking the door with the key I borrowed (stole) from Yuri’s pocket. I walked back to the bedroom and noticed Yuri sleeping, moving around a lot in his sleep.

        I decided I’d make the tea for him, getting a kettle of hot water brewing. I waited for the tea to boil, then placed a packet in a mug, pouring the water into it.

        I’m not a fan of Japanese tea, I prefer American tea better, but maybe my sense of taste changed? I thought, taking a drink of the tea from the mug.

        “BLEGH!” I immediately spit it in the sink, coughing profusely as the taste lingered in my mouth. “Hell no!” I exclaimed.

        How could he willing choose something like that?!

        I grumbled, muttering complaints and insults of the cartoon bear on the box as I carried Yuri’s mug of disgusting tea and a box of medicine for his cold.

        I walked in, setting the stuff down on the drawer and looked at Yuri. He was awake, shooting up from his sleep rather quickly.

        “Nightmare?” I questioned.

        “No. Just some past memories.” He sighed, his voice hoarse from his cold.

        “Ah.” I hummed. “I got you the tea you wanted, though it tastes like shit.” 

        “Thanks. It’s the one that works the best. And also the one that tastes most like what Yor used to make.” Yuri spoke, sipping his tea.

        He immediately threw up, but seemed re-energized. 

        “Gross! Yuri!” I wailed.

        “Blarf! Now let’s go catch us some criminals! I’m back to 100 percent! We gotta purify the world before my sister returns!” Yuri shouted.

        “Go back to bed, stupid!” I screamed.         .         .

        More weeks passed as me and Yuri learned to fall into the husband and wife role perfectly. We can go anywhere and be seen as a couple—almost, which will be explained soon enough. But I realized a new problem arose…

        It’s all fake.

        All the hugs, all the handholding, all the “see you soon”s, all the kisses, we had to fake it all. We had to fake every compliment, every gift, everything we did outside, was fake. But all the insults, all the teasing, all the “I hate you’s", all the nagging, all of that was real. 

        And the problem was, I’ve begun to enjoy Yuri’s company too much. 

        I’ve begun to enjoy waking up next to him and complaining about not wanting to get up. I’ve begun to enjoy walking to the nearest cafe for breakfast or just skipping and deciding to eat a big lunch later. I’ve begun to enjoy our handholding sessions and hugs and kisses to prove that we’re a "couple". I’ve begun to enjoy being able to see Yuri everyday; but he doesn’t.

        He doesn’t look forward to see me in the morning. He doesn’t look forward to our breakfasts, lunches, dinners, or desserts. He especially doesn’t enjoy the fake affection we had to broadcast to others. 

        I never expected to start wanting to fall in love, to start entertaining the idea of what life would be like with kids, to start a new chapter. I never wanted to leave someone with the fact that I was a bad-doer and that I’ll be at fault for making them cry—if they could even still think of me as their lover after knowing all I’ve done. All I've killed and sacrificed to be what I am today.

        I don’t like to hold regrets, but I am just as human as the next, even if Yuri doesn’t believe it since I was once a Westalis citizen. 

        I regret that I killed people with no thought. That I’ve broken families in just a second, shattered them so they could never be mended back together. I regret stealing information, turning my back on people, and never once listening to my heart and feelings.

        That’s for the best. I thought to myself. If I allow myself to get attached, then I’ll surely never be able to leave. I told myself.

        But do I really want to leave him? I thought. I'm going to have to. I've read the Handler's message: 

        Hello, Agent Vixen. To ensure your alliance with WISE, we need you to gather information on what they know about WISE, who the members are, what our missions are; I want information such as this and more reported to us as soon as you can—without letting any of them know you're still working with us. We also need you to figure out what are their affiliations with the National Unity Party. What do they discuss about? What is said about Westalis? Anything and everything involving the war, our agents, Westalis, and Ostania, we need you to report without being found out. Don't worry about covering for WISE agents, if they were caught; they're no longer a WISE agent in our books. And if you're discovered, we will do our best to recruit you back to us as long as you're proven to be reliable and trustworthy for a second chance. 

         The Handler.

        I'm a failure of a person. I can't even choose a side to back up; I'm a terrible wife too. I sighed, watching as a girl in the coffee line chatted with Yuri. And I’m not jealous. I thought, staring at them socialize. 

        Why would I be jealous? It’s all fake. I shouldn’t care if Yuri decides to leave with a girl. I shouldn’t care if I get kicked out and a new girl moves in. I shouldn’t care if the contract gets breached and I die (it really already has). I shouldn’t care at all, it’s Yuri’s life.

        But what if he starts loving someone? I don’t think I could watch the stages of him slowly falling head over heels in love with someone. If that happens, I’ll be gone. I'll be forced to go back to Westalis; if WISE even deem me worthy enough to be kept alive, that is (but I bet the SSS would kill me before then).

        But it’s not what I want, it’s what Yuri wants. I’ve been nothing but a nuisance ever since I was caught. I really started slacking, and I've been doing even worse now that I'm with Yuri; I'm losing my spark. 

        I stood up from the seat, deciding I was tired of waiting (and not because Yuri was talking with a girl) and walked up to them.

        “Hey! You remember my order, right?” I questioned Yuri, budding into the conversation.

        I don’t care if I’m being rude, it’s about time I start being selfish with my own feelings (haven't I been?)

        “(Favorite coffee/drink), right?” Yuri questioned, looking down.

        “Yep.” I smiled.

        “Is this your girlfriend?” the girl questioned, smiling.

        "Wife, actually." Yuri confirmed, grabbing my hand and holding it.

        A wave of shock hit me. I was expecting Yuri to get mad at me budding in, potentially ruining his chances with a hot girl. I was expecting him to be bummed out, mad, shocked, sad, anything but supportive and proud.

        I felt my heart race as my face heated up. 

        Wow. Wasn't what I was expecting. I thought. 

        "Really?" the girl spoke, shocked. "I didn't see a ring, sorry." 

        Me and Yuri looked down at our hands at the same time, noticing our fingers. 

        Ah, we still don't have rings, actually. I thought. 

        "We're engaged and saving up for rings." Yuri explained quickly. 

        "I see..." the girl went quiet. "Sorry for disturbing." 

        Yeah... I thought. Don't be a home-wrecker. 

        I decided to stay with Yuri in case she decides to change her mind about being a home-wrecker. The girl left and I sighed, feeling relieved, like I overcame a serious obstacle. Yuri is pretty attractive, but I've watched as girls quickly leave once he starts his obsessive rants about his sister.

        Maybe I was a little jealous. I thought to myself. I think I got a little insecure… I’ll keep that in mind so it doesn’t happen again.

        If Yuri noticed it, he decided not to question it. We ordered our drinks, waiting before receiving it. We walked into Yuri’s car, deciding today we’d drive instead of taking the bus. Yuri drives as I thought to myself intensely.

        “Yuri.” I spoke up.

        “Hm?” he acknowledged.

        “Let’s get wedding rings.” I boldly spoke.

        Yuri swerved the car, almost hitting another car before parking to the right side of the road.

        “The hell’s your problem?!” I screamed, scared as I held my chest. 

        Did I just lose my heart? Is it gone? Am I dead?

        “My problem?! What’s your problem?!” Yuri declared. “You don’t just go randomly asking that! Do you even know how much money rings cost?! We’re not married married!” 

        “Of course I know. We can go to a pawnshop and get them!” I hissed. “But it’s been pointed out that we don’t have rings! Usually when people engage, they at least have a engagement ring before a wedding ring! It’ll make our act look more believable.” 

        “People already believe us! Who do we need to coax?” Yuri questioned.

        “Our coworkers! We work with detectives, Yuri, they’re bound to get suspicious about us when there’s no ring and we’re regularly visiting the Director.” I pointed out.

        “Is this because of that girl?” Yuri questioned suddenly.

        “No!” I immediately declared, determined to shut down that idea. “I’m just thinking about our contract!” 

        “Ugh… (Y/N)…” Yuri sighed, hitting his head against the steering wheel.

        "My life is on the line, you know?! It all relies on this relationship!" I exclaimed. 

        The car horn honked as he did, but we both chose to ignore that as he raised his head.

        “I don’t plan on falling in love or whatever you’re thinking of in that pretty little head of yours.” He sighed, flicking my forehead.

        “Hey!” I yelped, offended that he flicked my forehead and called me stupid indirectly.

        “You don’t have to worry. I never planned on having a wife or anything.” Yuri spoke.

        “Why? Are you gay?” I immediately spoke.

        “NO!” Yuri screamed, angry. “I just never saw the point of it. I decided to dedicate my life to helping Yor.” 

        Pathetic. I immediately thought.

        “But what if you do fall in love?” I questioned. “What are you gonna do then?” 

        “I won’t.” Yuri sighed.

        “But what if you do?” I questioned, determined for an answer.

        “I’ll ignore them.” He groaned, hitting his head on the steering wheel once more.

        “But what about the rings and our contract?” I questioned.

        “What about them?” Yuri questioned.

        “My life is literally held together by a paper packet and our relationship.” I spoke.

        “And?” Yuri muttered.

        “You’re not gonna care if I die...?” I questioned, tears welling up in my eyes.

        “N-no! Of course I’d care. I’d—would you stop crying already?!” Yuri spoke, freaking out as tears started streaming down my face. 

        “I can’t help it!” I cried.

        “No! Help it! Help it, damn it!” Yuri groaned.

        “I just said I can’t!” I huffed.

        “I didn’t mean it! I don’t want you to die, geez!” he sighed.

        “Prove it…” I muttered.

        “How am I gonna do that? I’m not going to kiss you.” He spoke bluntly.

        “That wasn’t on the table!” I huffed, ignoring my offended and dejected feelings. “And to prove it…” I muttered, raising my left hand and holding it in the air as I pointed to my ring finger with the help of my other hand.

        “I’ll think about it.” Yuri sighed almost rolling his eyes at me. “Are you happy now?” 

        “Not yet.” I spoke, causing Yuri to groan. “Would you cheat in our marriage?” 

        “Have you no trust in me?!” Yuri cried out.

        “Since you didn’t mind if I died or not, yeah!” I immediately retorted.

        “I said I would mind!” Yuri clarified quick. “And besides. If I actually did did get married, which would never happen, but hypothetically, I wouldn’t. That’s treason to the relationship, and I don’t support treason. Just think back to our interrogation with Jim Hayward.” 

        I don’t think it’d be that serious, but good job on being a decent person, Yuri. I thought.

        “Why am I answering these questions and you’re not giving any information back?! This is trickery!” Yuri shouted, angry as he hit the gas pedal and drove back into the road, speeding a little off the appropriate speed limit to make it to work on time. 

        "You willing answered my questioned; I used no form of deception." I spoke, raising my hand up like I was testifying in court to prove innocence. 

        "Yeah right..." he grumbled. "What are you going to do when you fall in love?" he questioned. "And don't say you won't; I already used that." 

        "Hm." I hummed, thinking. "I'd wait and see if they recuperate. If they don't, I keep the feelings to myself, if they do, I won't do anything either. I have a marriage license with you, and I refuse to be a cheater, even in a fake relationship." 

        "Okay. And what about actual marriage?" Yuri questioned.

        "I want to have a husband and kids one day, but I'm not going to settle for just anyone. They'll be put through a test to make sure they're the one." I stated.

        "Pfft." Yuri scoffed, smiling. "What's this? Are you suddenly Cinderella waiting for Prince Charming?" Yuri joked.

        "Ugh." I scoffed back. "As if! I meant that they need to follow my dad's expectations of my husband, with a few exceptions from me, of course. Plus, Cinderella sought out the Prince first, I'd be offended if the guy I danced with didn't recognize my face!"

        "What's your dad's exceptions? And yours?" Yuri spoke. "Some buff guy who can lift 200 pounds?" 

        "Why? You been rejected for guys like that?" I questioned.

        "I told you, I've never fallen in love and never will..." Yuri grumbled.

        "My expectation of a lover is someone whose stable with a good sense of morals. I could care less about looks or the sex-drive, but I'd want a partner whose honest, loyal, responsible, and no one-sided expectations; like they can go out with friends but I can't, you know?" I spoke.

        "I'm genuinely surprised; that's achievable." Yuri commented. 

        "Oh? Are you going to be a suitor for this bachelorette?" I joked. 

        "Like there's others." Yuri scoffed. 

        "Oi!" I exclaimed. "Of course there's others! I'm not as unlikable as you."

        "Whatever floats your love boat." Yuri sighed.

        "Your boat is Titanic." I retorted.

        Titanic because it's a sunken ship...

        Yuri grumbled under his breath, before speaking up. 

        “I couldn’t ever see you being a real wife.” Yuri claimed.

        “Why?” I questioned, side-eyeing him.

        “Cause you don’t act very sophisticated, I’d be surprised if you even find a guy interested in you.” Yuri stated as if it was a fact.

        “Their loss; they don’t know what they’re missing.” I spoke.

        “What? Like constant nagging about nothing and everything? Constant clumsily and running into still doors and still wall? Constant clinging onto them as you drag your feet about not wanting to get out of bed, or to work, or to the store, or to the doctors? Constant crying? Constant—“ 

        “Say one more thing and I’ll turn that steering wheel so fast off that bridge we’re about to cross.” I spoke, pointing at the bridge we’re stalking towards.

        "...Constant baking at three A.M.?" he shot me a dirty glare.

        "You can't talk bad about my brownies! I love them and I know you love them too!" I shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

        I can deal with a lot of things, but disrespecting my brownies is a no no.

        "As if." He spoke, rolling his eyes.

        "Why do you wake up whenever I cook them, then eat them 0.2 seconds after they get out of the oven?" I spoke, crossing my arms. "I barely get two pieces!"

        "I wake up because I don't feel you in bed, so I think you escaped." Yuri stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

        "Why do you eat the brownies then?" I questioned.

        "...Because they are in my line of sight and we do not waste food in our house." He stated.

        "Or, you just love me and my cooking." I smiled.

        Yuri jumped up, startled as his eyes blew wide and he looked at me with a red face.

         "AS IF!" he shouted.

        "Woah! Such a strong reaction! Maybe you do love me!" I laughed as he glared at me.

        "Did you not catch the 'I’d be surprised if you even find a guy interested in you' earlier?" he questioned, his face showing he was unamused.

        "I think I'm very pretty and interesting." I smirked, looking into the car's rear mirror for a second before focusing my attention back to Yuri. "Besides, people in love always like to give each other a hard time. Just ask Donnie and his wife." I smirked.

        "...You're a brat." He muttered.               

        "Aw! You're the light of my day and stars of the night. You're my honey bunch sugar' plum gum drop pumpkin wumpkin lemon sundae swirl little love bug-" I gushed, smirking before he cut me off.

        "STOP THAT!" he screamed, his face red. 

        "Sorry..." I muttered, acting sad before smiling brightly again. "My little cherry pie dandelion angel dove swan cupid baby cutie sweetie blackberry muffin lemon glaze chocolate-"

        I went on until Yuri blasted the music on the radio until I shut up.

        .

        .

        We made it to work, stepping out of the car and noticing our vans being loaded up with equipment.

        Must be a big raid. I thought to myself as we walked into the building.

        “Ah, Lieutenant, Mrs. Lieutenant.” A lieutenant greeted us as we walked down the hallway. “I heard your niece’s bus is being held hostage right now, are you aware?” 

        “Niece?” I questioned before my eyes widened. “You mean my niece?!” I exclaimed.

        Little pink girl, Anya! I liked her! The first time I met her, I didn’t get to know her well. But the second time I saw her, I kept thinking of what she likes since me and Yuri had to watch her. She answered all my questions without me evening having to ask (she has perfect intuition! I like her!) and she even called me pretty and that’s why she kept staring at me!

        “Chihuahua girl’s bus got hijacked?” Yuri questioned, shocked. “Let’s get to the scene!” Yuri exclaimed, grabbing my hand and dragging me down the hallway.

        We ran down the hallways, finding the Lieutenant followed by a small squad with him.  

        "Captain! We heard Chihuahua Girl's bus got hijacked!" Yuri shouted as we both ran up to the scarred-face lieutenant.

        "Hey, who told them that? And Chihuahua girl...?" he questioned. "You know I can't have you showing your face at the crime scene. Your sister's kid might recognize you both. And don't even think of telling city hall." 

        "Urk... Understood, sir." Yuri spoke, deep in thought.

        "Like hell!" I shouted boisterously. "You have two options, but both of them will end up with me and Yuri ending up at that scene! Either you let us go with, or I'm hijacking one of those damn vans and driving there myself." 

        "You don't even have any information on the assignment. And you're too low of a level to participate." The Lieutenant informed.

        "I have my ways. Watch me." I glared, then swiftly grabbed the paper packet out of one of the lieutenant's hand in the squad.

        "Hey!" he exclaimed, reaching for it.

        I took a step back and read the short packet. Not much information, two Eden Academy buses hijacked by the Red Circus, no straight motive on why they did so.

        The Red Circus? I thought, shuddering. They used to be a peaceful student movement protest group, but their good ways turned sour once their movement for peace and equality for the weakest members of society. The state turned violent to them, causing the Red Circus to resort to an extreme methods, seeking revenge and justice after many of the students died. 

        I've done gigs to spy on the Red Circus to distribute peace in the country, as well as having to spoil their plans because they affected Westalis' and almost inflicted some serious protocols Ostania would've taken. Because of my interference, they have a target on me and other spies. If there's one thing I know, they're not friendly people.

        Please be safe, Anya. I thought to myself, mentally panicking every second we're stuck here.

        "Red Circus, two Eden Academy buses hijacked, motivations unknown." I spoke, dropping the papers down onto the desk. "Now that we know about the situation, we can go. We don't have to be right there, but we should be in a good distance for back up. You'd worry about your daughter and wife too, would you not?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

        The Lieutenant sighed, not seeing to have much battle spirit in himself. 

        "Fine. But hurry to the vans otherwise you'll chase dust." He commanded, exiting the office.

        "Yes, sir!" me and Yuri both saluted.

        "Sometimes, your stubbornness is a blessing, but other times, it's a curse." Yuri sighed, smiling. 

        We ran out into the van, hopping in and taking off instantly as we closed the door.

        "We'll go to the bus where your niece isn't present, that way we won't risk any exposure." Lieutenant spoke. 

        I resisted the urge to scream and kick the seats. 

        BUT IS ANYA SAFE?!        

        "Alright." Yuri acknowledged, nodding.

        We made quick haste to the scene, scoping out the surroundings to make sure none of the members were outside. 

        "Here, take these earpieces so we can communicate." Lieutenant spoke. "Mrs. Lieutenant, you go with your husband to infiltrate. Take these." He handed both me and Yuri gas masks along with the ear pieces.        

        Me and Yuri nodded, moving into one of the entrances into the base.

        "Hey." Yuri spoke, grabbing my arm. "You're not infiltrating. I'm not having you go into danger." 

        "What? Why?" I questioned.

        "We can't risk it. Yor would get suspicious if you're hurt." Yuri spoke.

        "She'll get even more suspicious if you're hurt. I can serve as backup to watch your back." I spoke.

        "No. You can be backup from afar, but you're not going into battle." Yuri spoke sternly.

        I glared at him, before huffing. "Fine. Whatever. But if you get hurt, then I told you so." 

        "Thanks." He smiled, placing the earpiece into his ear.

        "Be safe, love." I spoke, leaning up and kissing his cheek before running away, to the side of the building and up one of the ladders.

        I climbed up the ladder, listening to the conversation in my ear as I placed my gas mask on my face, just in case.

        "I see six targets. They're total amateurs. They have to know the other bus is surrounded, but they're not being cautious at all." A man spoke into the earpiece. "Wait till all six are outside the bus. That's our opening. The guy with the beard seems to be their leader. Deal with the others." 

        I made it to the top, putting up the gas mask to wear and grabbed the gun from my belt. 

        If they have the audacity to even try something to those kids, I'll aim for the head instead of their legs... I thought, propping myself on the pillar cliff. 

        I took a quick look around, seeing as I'm probably the only sniper here. It wasn't the captain's orders, but honestly I could care less about what that man tells me. These are Yuri's orders, and as his coworker and "wife", I have to fulfill them.

        "Do not give anyone a chance to radio out anything." The lookout ordered.

        "Berta team, ready." One informed.

        "Cäsar team, ready." Another informed. 

        "All teams ready. Prepare the tear gas." The captain commanded. "Execute!" 

        Two cans rolled into the way, causing the men to freak out.

        "The cops?!" one shouted, confused.

        "Koff! Retreat to the bus! Use the kids as-" I heard a man shout, but I didn't allow the man to finish his sentence as I locked my gun onto him, shooting straight into his head.

        "Resistance confirmed." I spoke.

        "Who the hell just did that?" the captain questioned.

        "Me. I figured you needed backup." I smirked, following the battle with my gunsight. 

        "You didn't follow orders." He grumbled.

        I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, instead opting watching the scene play out. 

        "A 'thank you' would've been appreciated." I spoke sarcastically. 

        "Aw! Damn it!" the supposed leader shouted. 

        He ran to the bus and gripped on the door handle. I was about to shoot before remembering how it could harm the kids if I miss my shot, and I redirected my gun.

        One of the SSS agents quickly grabbed his arm and punched the leader in the face. 

        "A man your age, hiding behind a bunch of kids..." he spat.

        Gunfire went off that wasn't mine, and the agent got shot in the shoulder by the leader.

        "Ngh, yeah..." the lieutenant huffed. "Real mature!" he shouted, kicking him hard on the stomach. 

        The leader fell down and I watched a different agent fighting. I redirected my attention back to the leader and shot his leg, keeping him down as he tried to get back inside the bus. 

        Stay down, stubborn bitch... I thought. 

        I eyed the agent who got shot in their shoulder, making sure no remaining members of the Red Circus tried to harm them or see him pass out. 

        "Safety of the hostages confirmed. Berta team, do an area sweep as a precaution. We have one wounded." The captain spoke. 

        I climbed down from the ladder just in time to see Team Cäsar walking out, dragging the wounded one out of the building and taking off the mask. The agent shot turned out to be Yuri.

        "Yuri!" I exclaimed, running over to him.

        "He should be fine." One of them said. 

        "Fucking move!" I ordered, roughly slamming my shoulder on his and effectively pushing him out of the way.

        "Ow! She's rude..." he muttered, rubbing his sore shoulder. 

        I observed Yuri's shoulder carefully as he groaned in pain.

        "No major arteries damaged. Only one bullet. It didn't go out the other way, so the bullet is still lodged into his shoulder. Is there a first aid with forceps inside of any of the vans?" I questioned, doing my best to stay calm.

        In actuality, I was freaking out. My hands were shaking along with my bottom lip as I took a deep breath, doing my best to stop myself from showing fear. If the patient (Yuri) notices I'm scared, he might get scared too, it'll speed up the pulse and the blood will pour out quicker.

        Get a grip, it's not the first time you've seen someone shot. I thought to myself, hiding the vision of Rancher, or Hujo, or Net in my mind. 

        I'm not alone. I don't have a huge gun. I'm fine. Help is here. He'll be fine. I thought, my ears starting to ring from my blood quickening. 

        "No. We don't have forceps, but there's bandages." They spoke.

        "We can get the bullet with this pocket knife?" another one questioned.

        I shot them a look. "Are. You. Fucking. Stupid?" I spat. "Digging around in his wound will only cause even more damage. The bullet has done enough damage as it is, it's not harmful anymore. Just get the fucking first aid and bring it here." 

        "S-sorry, ma'am..." he stuttered, looking down. "I-I'll get that first aid, ma'am!" 

        "How you feeling, Yuri? You see any white or black lights? You feel overheated or too cold?" I questioned, looking down at his face.

        "I'm dying!" he shouted.        

        "No, you're not!" I hissed, my tone harsher than I wanted it to.

        Don't say stuff like that. I'm not going to lose another person like this. 

        "Here, ma'am!" the soldier came back.

        I ripped open the first-aid, grabbing the bandages, dressing, and wipes.  I cleaned off most of the blood I could manage with disposable wipes, and gently plugged the wound with foam dressing.

        "YOWCH! IT HUUUUUURTS!" he screamed.

        Where was that pain resistance while fighting earlier? I thought.

        "Calm down, love. I'm trying my best, so stop moving." I spoke softly, hoping he'd copy my volume. 

        "Um, ma'am. I apologize for being clueless, but aren't you supposed to remove the bullet? I'm sure we could find a way without hurting him. Wouldn't keeping the bullet in get infected?" the soldier from earlier spoke.

        "INFECTED?!" Yuri shouted. "Damn my luck! Why must I suffer like this for chihuahua girl, of all people?!" he screamed.

        I rolled my eyes, quickly leaning down and kissing his lips. 

        "Shut it, Yuri!" I scolded. "You'll increase blood flow!"

        He went quiet, dazed as he stared at me plugging the wound.

         "As for your question. It's fine, it wouldn't get infected unless dirt or dust got into the wound, which is why I'm covering it so no debris gets in and infects it, along with stopping blood flow too. The bullet is sterile, meaning it's no threat to being infected since the gun's blast heated the bullet hot enough to where it flies in the air at the target, the heat cures the metal, therefore the metal won't be a threat. Plus, to be extra safe, the bullet is plugging the wound from bleeding out excessively, and it didn't go completely through his body, so that's good (for the most part)." I explained.

        "Wow. You're smart, ma'am." The soldier gushed.

        "I didn't even know that... damn..." the other soldier spoke, looking down depressingly.

        Well, no shit. You aren't a part of the medical squad, and you don't seem to have been apart of the military. I thought.

        I noticed the two medical personnel that are supposed to be taking care of Yuri instead watching from the sidelines away from the two rookie second-lieutenants and us. They must believe I'm doing the job good enough to where they don't need to step in.

        "Hey! That's my wife so watch what you're saying!" Yuri declared, snapping out of his hypnosis.

        I wrapped his wound with triangle bandage, (which is also good for filtering water, I learned when I was in the military!)

        "There, done." I spoke as tears welled up in his eyes.

        "It still hurts!" he complained, quieter then before.

        "Want a kiss to make it better?" I teased, rolling my eyes.

        He immediately directed his attention to the side, going quiet. 

        "Up," I commanded. "Let's get you to a private hospital." I commented. "And you two." I spoke, turning my head to the two men who watched the procedure.

        "Y-yes, ma'am!" they both saluted, a little scared.

        What the hell are they scared for? I thought, confused. 

        "Grab hydrogen peroxide and scrub the blood off the floors in there, really good. It'll lose all of his DNA in the scene, that way there will be no evidence of us here in case the Red Circus or WISE decide to snoop out the place after we leave." I ordered.

        "Yes, ma'am!" they spoke.        

        "And good work today, men." I acknowledged, bowing my head and grabbing Yuri's hand that had his uninjured shoulder. 

        I dragged Yuri into the van, seeing that the captain was already there waiting for us.

        "Hop in." He spoke.

        I opened the door for Yuri (since chivalry is dead, I thought jokingly) and had him sit down. I got in and closely watched Yuri, making sure that he was okay.

        "You disobeyed my commands." The captain spoke.

        "Yes, sir. I did." I spoke. 

        "I told her to." Yuri admitted, panting. "I didn't want her getting hurt." 

        "It's part of the job to take bullets, literally..." the Lieutenant spoke. "However, because you disobeyed me, not only did you save the kids from a second stunt he pulled, but you also immobilized him to where we can arrest him. You also saved another solider from getting shot. And you're experienced in first aid as you've helped Yuri when other experienced agents couldn't get there in time or didn't know how." He sighed. "I really hate admitting this, but throughout the time we've worked together, you've exceeded my expectations; however, I am officially impressed in your abilities. I should've never doubted your position here as a SSS officer and lieutenant just because you are a lady." 

        "Thanks. I don't think you're that ugly." I admitted without second thought.

        "Thanks— wait what?" he questioned.

        "Hm?" I hummed.

        "What did you— ...never mind." He sighed. "I'll write the report for the Director. I'll inform him of your vacations from work since I figure you'll help him heal." I was about to speak, before he answered. "Yes, you'll get paid while on vacation."

        "Sweet..." I muttered. 

        "However, next time, please tell me if you disagree with your position in a plan or if you believe there's a better solution. If we're confused in action, we could die." The lieutenant spoke.

        "Yes, sir." I acknowledged, feeling a slight pit of guilt inside of my stomach.

        "And good job, Yuri. You never fail to impress me, as always." The lieutenant spoke.

        "Thanks... can we just hurry up and get to the hospital?" he questioned.

        "You heard him. Step on it, grandma." I gruffed to the male driver. 

        .

        .

        The hospital told me that the SSS would take care of the paper work and medical costs since it's apart of the job's perks. They gave me instructions on how to care for Yuri in his state. I led Yuri out of the hospital, taking the bus to the SSS building so we can go get our car.

        Yuri was quiet the whole time, not that I don't mind. I understand with rethinking your choices and wondering how you got to getting shot since I've experienced it before.

        I got Yuri into the passenger seat of the car and had Yuri toss me the keys, allowing me to start the engine. By now, us being alone in the car started to unease my nerves.

        "Penny for your thoughts?" I suggested.

        "How'd you know what to do?" he questioned. 

        "Dress your wounds?" I questioned.

        "Yeah." He confirmed.

        "I told you I was in the Westalis military when I was seven, did I not?" I spoke.

        "You did, but how did you know exactly that?" he questioned.

        "I studied up on first aid when I was seven, so I'd be prepared when they let me into the military after pestering them over and over to let me join. When I was in the military, they gave us first aid classes. Then, during battle, I lost two of my soldiers and friends in the battle, those two saved me when the bombings in Luwen, Westalis. If it wasn't for them, I would've died, and yet I couldn't save them because I froze up." I admitted.

        "Then, I was assigned to another rescue mission a few weeks later, and my friend who was there to help save me with the other two, was shot. That time, I refused to leave. I was too close to enemy territory so the military refused to come aid us, I was low on ammo, and I wasn't strong enough to carry or drag him away without injuring him or making it in time. By a miracle, one of the soldier's heard my coordinates over the radio and retrieved me, but we had to leave because the enemy found us, and I had to leave my friend." I explained.

        "After that, I left the military after some time, no longer wanting to watch those I love die or unknowingly step into another landmine, then I was sought out to be a spy, and I learned more medical shit there. And voilà, here we are." I smiled.

        "Huh." Yuri commented. 

        "I also got shot twice in that last battle." I smirked. 

        "Twice? At seven? I can barely handle this!" Yuri exclaimed.         

        "I was just hella lucky I didn't die." I chuckled. "Now, what do you want for dinner?" 

        "I still have another question." Yuri spoke.

        "Is it about dinner?" I asked.

        "No." He admitted. 

        "I guess I can entertain you." I spoke, letting out a yawn.

        "Why'd you kiss me? Twice?" Yuri questioned.

        "That's what's so important?" I smiled. "Well, first was a good luck kiss. I was worried you'd be hurt, and look where we are. Besides, that helped our act." I explained. "And second, it was to shut you up so you didn't kill yourself. To calm you down." 

        Yuri hummed. "Do you want to keep our act fake?" 

        "What do you mean?" I questioned, turning my head to him before looking back at the road. 

        "I mean, earlier you were talking about getting rings, and I'll be honest, I've thought about it before." Yuri admitted, turning his head to the window. "I thought about it a lot, to where I planned to go through with it." He spoke, opening the car's storage port and pulling out a black case.

        "...Yuri?" I questioned, surprised and pulling over to avoid crashing in my dazed surprise (I did it way better and more smoothly than Yuri did earlier that day, might I add).

        "I figured... I'd make it official, especially if we're going to be living together for who knows how long. And... I might've caught something for you, and I was a jerk because I was afraid of falling in love with what I thought was the enemy, because I convinced myself that you'd leave; but you've proven more than once that you'd stay." Yuri smiled, opening the box.

        "I know it ain't nothing fancy, no candlelight dinner or something. I would've planned something, but after today, I realized how easy it is to die, and I'd rather die knowing that I tried to be someone good for you rather than be some jerk." He chuckled.

        I felt tears well up in my eyes as I started crying. 

        "Hey! What's wrong? If you don't feel the same, you can just reject!" Yuri spluttered, looking at me concerned.

        "Today's been such a roller coaster. First, I get all mad about you and some random chick because I was jealous of her taking you away. Then, I almost have a heart attack that my niece is in danger. After that, I swear I was going to die because I almost lost you to the reaper. And now, I'm being proposed to." I laughed. 

        "Yeah, I guess I could've waited later." Yuri smiled.

        "No. I'm glad you did now. I was thinking about sneaking out tonight and running to the nearest jewelry store to find a ring." I joked.

        Yuri placed the ring on my ring finger and I smiled observing it. 

        Of course it has Yuri's touch. A ruby jewel and silver banding. I thought, swooning over the ring.

        "Turn it over." Yuri spoke.

        I took it off and turned it over, seeing that underneath, the wording "Mrs. Briar" was welded into it.

        "I love it." I admitted. "I love you too." 

        "I mean, I'm hoping so." Yuri joked, causing me to laugh. "I love you too. Thank you for being with someone stubborn like me."

        "That's my line." I smiled.

        I'm happy, extremely, but I remembered what I have to do. As part of WISE and the SSS, relationships don't come first; work does. If Yuri found out, could he still love me? Would he still look at his (now-official) wife the same way again?

        Something tells me if I told him, the only thing I'd receive from him is a bullet in my head. But I guess that's a story for later, huh?

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[ratherbefangirling]

DRABBLE: Betrayal

Part ◾1 🖤 2 🖤 3 ◾

Pairing : Jimin x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, yandere(soft) not very obvious in this one

The music thrummed through the walls of the club.

You stood outside the bathroom waiting for one of your friends. Your other friends were either already seated or enjoying the themelves on the dance floor. It was your friends birthday and she had invited you to the party. They also planned to surprise ther other friend with a custom cake and gifts because they missed her birthday.

They didn't get one for mine. your brain cruelly supplies.

Instead Jimin came knocking at your door exactly twelve 'o' clock, with a boquet and a cake and balloons. If it were any other day you wouldn't let him inside your house. You would ask him where he got your address even if you knew finding things about you was just a piece of cake for him.

"Are you ok?" your friend Momo asks as she takes a look at your face.

"I am fine." you reply politely.

Lights kept flashing. Blue, Red, Green ; brightening the cave like atmosphere of the place. You take a seat. The menu is passed round so everyone can select what they want to order. After placing the order. Everyone decides to go to the roof for pictures. The roof is airy. The weather is cloudy but you put on your brightest smile... so that nobody notices. The waiter calls you as the food is served. You try eating but you can only pick on your meal. Which you really shouldn't considering you'd technically paid for it. The gifts and cake were pricey afterall.

The meal ends and the waiter brings the surprise cake. Sulli smiles brightlyy plesantly surprised and you cant help but envy her. Your friend Sora nudges you and you take out the hand made scrapbook you'd pulled an all nighter on.. even though it was supposed to be a group project. You wonder why you invest so much when you get barely anything in return.

"I'm sorry something came up."you tell your hosts."I had a lot of fun see you later."

"Should I drop you?" Sora asks since she was your ride.

"I'll manage." You reply

Staying any longer felt unbearable.You sit on the stairs at the entrance of the club. Removing your high heels from your aching feet, you didnt know what possessed you to wear them.

Drops fell one by one, then all at once.

You clench your fist. Your nails pressing painfully on your palms.

You take out your phone to check the time and book a cab. You are ready to throw your phone when it reads unavailable.

You wonder if the buses will work.

You make a run to the nearest bus stop. You sit at the bus stop drenched. Even more uncomfortable than before.

You tug your jacket closer feeling uncomfortable at the men staring at you unashamed. Their smoking makes you nauseous for some reason.

You look to check the time again.

Your phone rings and you almost drop it.

"Hello." You say answering the call.

"Hi angel. I didn't think you'd answer my call."

"Mmh... what do you want?" Your voice is but a whimper for some reason.

"Can't I say I miss you?"

"You're my boss Jimin."

"So if I wasn't would you give me a chance." He questions.

"I dont know." There is silence on the line. "Actually I was just thinking about you... I uh.."

"I'm listening angel you have all my attention."

"It's Nothing." You say before you sneeze.

"Hmm I couldn't hear you doll are you outside?"

"Yes ... it was a birthday.. one of my friends had invited us."

"Do you need a ride home?" He asks.

"No its fine. I dont even know why I'm talking to my boss on the weekend."

"Come on I'll drop you. You're alone right.. Its dangerous for such a beautiful girl to be out. Send me your location now I'll be there."

You couldn't help but feel flattered. That Jimin would drop whatever he was doing for you at a moments notice. It was insane. The stark contrast of people in your life. On one hand were your friends and then there was Jimin.

You sighed. You were too tired to think. And cold. Anything seemed better than the pathetic state you were in.

As his sleek car rolls up you realise how much of a mess you were. You were surely dripping and probably ruined your makeup and hair.

The cars honk makes you get up.

The window rolls down revealing Jimin.

"I'm wet. I'll dirty it." You tell him.

"It's fine come in." He says urging you inside.

You sit and put the seat belt on when he hands you a towel.

"How?" You question without realising.

"I was shopping for home essentials for my guest room."

"Oh."You say grateful to the universe.

Jimin turns on the heater.

You open the mirror on the passenger seat to find luckily you don't look too bad.

The car ride is silent. Gentle music playing in the background so it's not awkward and before you realise it you fell asleep.

Jimin gently rouses you.

"Y/n. Angel. We're here."

You sneeze in response and are rewarded with Jimins sonorous laughter.

"Where are we?" You ask confused.

"Outside my apartment. It was closer. If you stay damp any longer you'll catch a cold. And we can't have that can we?"

Before you can answer he's dragging you along.

The building is luxurious to say the least. It looks straight out of a magazine. He leads you to the lift and up you go. The glass lift gives the night view and you can't help but admire it.

The lift opens into a hallway. Jimin unlocks his door with the press of a thumb.

The apartment is like the rest of the building sparkling and shiny.

Jimin pulls out some home slippers for you.

"Why don't you take a shower? I have some clothes that might fit."

You nod the bathroom is so clean that you're afraid to dirty it but you notice a yellow chick towel and it's a bit out of place but it makes you feel comfortable.

The jet spray is so good along with the perfect temperature of water that you never want to get out, but you're feet are aching.

So you get out and dry your hair and wear the soft cotton pajama set Jimin gave you.

As you near the drawing room you can hear sounds in the kitchen.

"Jimin.." you call.

"Here." He replies. His hair is wet too. He looks soft like a boba ball.

"Take a seat. It's almost ready. I thought it would be nice to have a snack."

You take a look around his house and soft a round sofa bed with fluffy pillows and you decide you want to try it.

You sit on it and wrap the sofa rug around yourself and stare outside. The view is spectacular with the glass walls. You wonder if you'd be able to have something like this if you want to.

Jimin brings two glasses of mojito and a plate of fried rice and dumplings to share.

"Dig in."

"Thank you for the meal." You say before eating a dumpling and it's perfect.

"You're a good cook."

You take a sip of the mojito and the fresh mint leaves make it refreshing.

"Do you want to watch something?" Jimin asks.

You shrug busy with your meal and he feels the urge to shuffle your hair.

He puts on a movie he's sure you like.

"Have you seen this?" You ask.

"Yes, it's one my favourites." He replies.

And maybe it's something about the night, that all your doors are open rather than closed.

What's one more betrayal after all.

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[rubyreduji]

he was a skater boy — hvc

summary: your skater boy best friend asks for your help to get with the head of the dance team

tags: slice of life, slight angst, skater boy!vernon, best friend!vernon, high school!au, gn!reader wc: 3.6k an: reader is in their avril lavigne era, we love debut vernon

“CHWE!” At the sound of his name being called, Vernon turns around to see you riding up to him on your skateboard. When you get closer to him you stop your board and walk the rest of the way to meet him. “What did you need from me?”

Earlier today your best friend told you he needed to talk to you later and to meet him at The Place. The Place being the parking lot of the abandoned shopping strip that went out when the new pier was built.

“So as you know you’re my best friend,” he starts.

“Yes…? Oh my god, are you breaking up with me?” You ask deadpanned. Vernon sighs in fake frustration which makes you crack a grin, which makes him crack a grin.

“But seriously dude, you’re my best friend which means I should come to you with shit like this. So like, I kinda…have a crush on someone,” he admits. You try not to laugh at him. You fail. “Hey!”

“Sorry man, that’s just…not what I was expecting. You’re being all dramatic like you’re dying or some shit. So what? You have the hots for someone, why are you telling me? Unless you’re in love with me Nonie~” You tease him and he glares at you before shoving at your shoulder.

“C’mon be serious. I’m telling you because I need help.” 

“Oh? Little Chwe doesn’t have game so he needs Y/N’s superior help?” You smirk at him. He shoves you again.

“I just need some pointers. You date people all the time! Plus you’re friends with this person, so just wingman me,” Vernon says.

“May I remind you that the people I date don’t exactly work out. Besides, you’re a catch man, what do you need me for? Everyone I’m friends with are total losers. Including you.” You punch him in the arm.

“Yeah, yeah, but that’s why I need your help. I mean, how else am I going to get Vanessa to like me.” The name makes your smile drop. You stare at Vernon a little incredulously.

“There’s no fucking way you have a crush on Vanessa Jeffries.”

“I know, okay! But you gotta help me out here man.”

“Hansol.” You give him a pointed look.

“Gross, don’t call me that.” Vernon makes a scrunched up face to display his disgust. “I will literally do anything Y/N.”

“Ness and I aren’t friends anymore, you know this,” you huff annoyed.

Vanessa Jefferies. She lives in the house two doors down from yours and you guys grew up together. Before Vernon was your best friend, it was Vanesssa. That was until you started to get into skateboarding and pop punk music and she started to get into dance and student council.

Once high school hit it was easy for you guys to split apart, especially since her older sister drove her to school and you still had to take the bus (two months into freshman year you just started skateboarding to school). Not that you didn’t try to stay friends, but she was always too busy with new friends or clubs or whatever and at some point you just stopped trying as well. By the end of first semester of freshman year she had a whole new group of friends and a whole new style and even attitude. You on the other hand didn’t change much but that meant that you were still on the outskirts of the school hierarchy.

Then halfway through second semester Vernon moved to California from New York and you guys became fast friends over your shared love of skateboarding and cringey emo phases and it didn’t matter that Vanessa didn’t even look at you in the halls anymore because you had Vernon.

Now in senior year Vanessa is head of the dance squad, student body president, the founder of the conservation club, and on track to be class valedictorian. And you’re still riding to school on your skateboard listening to the same music you have been for four years. You can’t even remember the last time you talked to her, let alone had a conversation.

It’s a whole cliche, you know, and it annoys you to no end, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Vanessa isn’t going to suddenly show up at your doorstep begging to be friends again and you’re not going to change your personality just to fit in with her group of friends. You honestly were planning on spending the rest of high school ignoring her and her band of asshole followers without a second thought.

But here’s your best friend asking you to help him score a date with the most popular girl in school and it’s Vernon so as much as you tease him you still have the biggest soft spot for him and can’t say no.

“Please Y/N?” He begs, eyes round and pleading.

You groan out loud and drag a hand down your face. “Fine. But you owe me so badly Chwe.” 

“He wants you to what?”

You groan. “He wants me to help him get with Ness.”

“Ha, good luck with that.” 

You’re laying on Josh’s bed as he sits at his desk working on his homework. Joshua Hong is the only other person you would consider a good friend outside of Vernon. He lives in the house diagonal from yours and he grew up with you and Vanessa. He was never as close to Vanessa as you were though, always being more of your friend than hers. Unlike either of you Joshua keeps a middle of the road popularity with most of his friends being kids from the theatre department.

As much as you love Vernon he’s a “out to have a good time” friend, whereas Joshua is a “talk until three am about your issues” friend.

“You aren’t really thinking about helping him are you? You’ve had the biggest crush on him since he moved to California, there’s no way you can help him get with your ex-best friend.”

“What else can I do Josh? He’s my best friend. I can't just not do anything.”

“I know, I know. Just…don’t hurt yourself, okay?”

“Aww is Joshie worried about me?”

“Nevermind break your own heart bitch.”

You’re about to retort back to Josh when the doorbell rings. His parents aren’t home so you and Joshua both make your way down the stairs. When he opens the door you swear the universe is playing tricks on you.

“Hey Joshua! Oh, hey Y/N.” The girl you were just discussing is standing there on Joshua’s front porch with a smile on her face. “Wow this is actually so fortunate you’re both here! As you know since we’re all seniors this year we have senior projects to do and I was wondering if you guys wanted to do ours together! I’m head of the conversation club and I was thinking of doing a neighborhood clean up and since you guys live here too we could all work on it together.”

Joshua is about to respond but you cut him off by shoving him to the side and taking his place in front of Vanessa. “Hey Ness, it’s been so long! As great as that sounds, Josh and I are already working on our senior projects together. But you know who still needs an idea and loves the planet? My friend Vernon. You should ask him.”

“Vernon,” Vanessa mutters like she’s trying to figure out who he is. “The brunet skater guy right?”

“Yep, that’s him! Chwe’s his last name, you can find him in the phone book. Thanks, bye!” With that you close the front door of the Hong residence and drop your fake smile.

“Y/N! Why did you do that?” Joshua hisses, rubbing his arm where you shoved him.

“Because I’m helping Vernon out! I wouldn’t have said yes anyways. Working with Vanessa to clean up the neighborhood? I’ll pass.”

“You don’t even want him to date Vanessa!” Joshua shouts.

“You’re right! Are you happy?” You snap back, then let out a deep sigh. “He wouldn't like me back anyways Shua, so I’m not going to risk our friendship over a stupid crush. If he wants Vanessa then Vanessa is what he’s going to get. I just want him happy, I’ll be okay.”

At your tone of voice and the use of the nickname Joshua doesn’t say anything more and you’re grateful for that, but you still see the way he can’t wipe the concerned look off his face.

“The skater guy? He’s weird Vanessa.” The grating shrill voice of Polly Brunham fills your ears as you walk past the girl’s bathroom during study hall. “You were already pushing it by asking Y/N L/N to help with your senior project.”

You roll your eyes at this. Of course Vanessa and her friends are gossiping about you and Vernon. This is the exact reason you were hesitant on helping Vernon out in the first place.

“Hey don’t talk about Y/N like that. As for Vernon, I talked to him earlier. He seems nice and really willing to help. He’s kinda cute too,” Vanessa giggles. You frown at this. Vanessa thinks Vernon is cute. Your dorky best friend who is in need of a haircut and only got his braces off a few months ago. 

“You’re joking with me, you have to be!” Another shrill voice. You then hear Vanessa laughing as well. Of course she’s joking.

“I’m just being nice okay. I’m student body president, I can’t just turn people down when they offer their help like that. Y/N seemed really insistent when I asked too, so let's just call it a favor to an old friend.” You roll your eyes before continuing to walk back to study hall.

The next time you see Vernon is at lunch and you’re about to tell him what you overheard in the bathroom but he barely stops at your table to talk to you.

“Y/N! You’re literally the best! Vanessa wants to eat lunch with me and talk about the senior project!”

“Listen Vern, Vanessa isn’t the type of person to-”

“Hey I have to go, but I’ll see you after school okay!” With that he rushes off. You watch him walk up to Vanessa’s table and the two walk into the courtyard. Your eyes land on Vanessa’s friends and the way they start to whisper the second Vernon leaves. 

You’ll tell him later.

You don’t tell him later.

You barely have five seconds alone with him anymore and he always looks so happy when you do talk to him that you don’t want to crush that. Not to mention that Vanessa always looks happy to be around Vernon, and not in the fake way, in the genuine way. 

Before you know it a whole month has passed and it seems that Vernon and Vanessa have become friends. They’re together most of the time which leads you to spending more time with Joshua who keeps sending you pitying looks every time you hang out.

“You have to tell him,” Joshua insists.

“No I don’t.”

“At least tell him to balance his time better! You guys went from seeing each other everyday to barely even speaking. It’s sad.”

“Stay out of it Joshua,” you growl.

“No! You’re killing yourself over here Y/N. Everyday since you told Vanessa to ask Vernon for help on the senior project you’ve been wallowing in this cloud of miserableness and I’m tired of it! Your happiness shouldn’t be sacrificed for Vernon’s,” Joshua tells you. This is what you love and hate about him. He’s also honest with you and tells you the exact thing you need to hear. He’s great at giving advice, it’s just you who’s bad at taking it.

“It’s fine. Things will go back to normal after they finish the senior project. They should be done soon anyways, have you not seen the posters Vanessa has been putting around the neighborhood?”

The neighborhood clean up she and Vernon are planning is set for the Saturday in two weeks. Your mom keeps talking about it and every time she does you either leave the room or put your earbuds in.

“Fine, but if things don’t get better after the clean up then you better do something.”

Vernon has asked you to hang out together today. The text takes you by surprise because you haven't heard for him in a while because he's "been busying planning the clean up". You don't think there can be that much planning going on. He's probably just trailing around Vanessa like the pathetic shadow he's been for the past five weeks.

He asks to meet up at your guys' favorite skate park which makes you forgive him a little bit. Deep down he's still Vernon, your stupid skater best friend who spends too much time trying to stick skills that just ends up with his hands being scraped up.

When you get there he's about to drop into the bowl. The park is fairly empty, but even if it wasn't Vernon is easy to spot with his colorful outfits and his tall figure.

You stop walking so you can stand and watch him do his trick. You can tell what trick he's trying to the second he drops in. It's the same one he's been trying to stick for months now. He picks up speed around the bowl before flying out, catching air, only to fly right back in, speeding up even more. He goes around the bowl before he catches his tail on the lip, riding around the rim.

You stare, anticipating the normal fall he always does when he gets to the final skill, but you watch at he grabs the lip of the bowl and kicks his feet up into the air for a few seconds before bringing them back down, sticking in the landing and riding out of the bowl.

Holy shit.

This is the first time he's ever been able to stick all three skills back to back. You can tell he's hyped off of adrenaline and you make haste to go congratulate him, just as stoked as he is.

That is until Vernon doesn't turn to you. He turns to the girl who's sitting on the bench excitedly clapping.

"Holy shit did you see that!" Vernon calls excited to her.

She giggles. "You're so cool. I would have fell the second I stepped foot on the skateboard."

Of course. Of fucking course.

You laugh to yourself a bit incredulously. Of course he brings Vanesssa here. Why did you expect that you would be able to get just one moment alone with your best friend? Why did you expect him to keep your guys' favorite hobby to just you and him?

You have half the mind to turn around and leave but Vernon finally catches sight of you.

"Y/N! Hey! You would never believe what I just did!"

"I uh saw," you say.

"Oh. Hey Y/N." Vanessa smiles at you.

"...Hey Ness...What are you doing here?"

"I invited her!" Vernon says happily. "She asked me to sat in on one of her dance rehearsals and I said it was only fair if she came with me to the skate park, so here we are."

Vernon...your Vernon...sat in on a dance team rehearsal.

You love Vernon, you want him to be happy, but not if it means this. Not if it means he's dropping his friends and doing things he doesn't enjoy just to be around Vanessa Jeffries.

Honestly if this is what he wants, you're not going to stop him. He can be happy, but you don't have to jeoprodize your happiness as well.

"Yeah, hey uh, I think Josh needed me for something so I have to go. I'll catch you later." You know its a lie but you don't really care. You don't even bother to listen to Vernon's response before you mount your board and skate away.

“Are you and Joshua dating?” You don’t even have a chance to take your earbuds out before Vernon is interrogating you.

“Excuse me?” He hasn’t talked to you properly in weeks (you are not counting the skate park incident) and now he’s demanding you to answer his question like nothing has happened.

“Are you and Joshua Hong dating?”

“That’s fucking disgusting Vernon. Why would I be dating Josh?”

“I don’t know. You’re around him all the time now and you guys look really comfortable.”

“Yeah that’s called fifteen years of friendship. Plus you’re around Vanessa all the time, even when you ask to hang out with me, so I don’t know what you want from me anymore. To sit around alone everyday waiting for you to finally text me back? Yeah right Hansol, you’re out of your mind.” His first name slips out, something that happens when you’re particularly upset with him. “I don’t care whatever crush you have on her, but don’t think I’m stupid enough to just sit around and wait for you. Just leave me be.” With that you grab your things and walk away from him and he’s too stunned to follow.

Your mom forces you to go to the neighborhood clean up. You’re in jeans and a t-shirt as you stand off to the side with Joshua. You glare over at where Vernon and Vanessa are standing, talking to some of the neighbors.

“He’s being an ass,” you say.

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try and fix things,” Joshua sighs.

“Why should I try when he isn’t?”

“Because things won’t get better if neither of you try!”

The rest of the day sucks. It’s hot as you go around trying to clean up trash and pull weeds. You stick close to Josh the whole time and barely even look at Vernon. You’re considering just leaving at one point but Joshua stops you because his conscience is too nice to leave but he doesn’t want to be left alone.

Finally after too many hours of working everything is done. You’re itching to go home and take a shower but you stop when you see Vernon and Vanessa standing and talking.

“Vanessa, I have something to tell you.”

“Yes Hansol?” You cringe. Vernon hates being called Hansol. It’s even worse since you guys became friends because now he associated it with you being mad at him.

“I like you. I have for a while and doing this project with you really solidified everything. I love being around you and I hope you feel the same way. Will you go on a date with me?”

“Oh Hansol,” you hate the pity in Vanessa’s voice, “I don’t like you like that. You’re a great kid and this project was really fun but you’re just not my type.”

“Oh…”

“I’m really sorry.” With that Vanessa turns her back and walks away from Vernon.

You hate the dejected look on Vernon’s face. You hate the way you can see the pain in his eyes as he watches Vanessa leave. When she’s fully out of sight Vernon finally looks away and just happens to meet your eyes.

And just like that weeks of pain and distance don’t exist anymore. You’re walking to Vernon and wrapping him in your arms as he silently cries into your shoulder.

“Hey Vern?”

“What’s up?”

“How would you feel if I wrote a song about Vanessa Jeffries?”

Your boyfriend looks up from his desk top to stare at you. “What?”

You laugh a bit. “You remember senior year?” He nods. “What if I write a song about it? Something like, he was a skater boy, she said see you later boy.”

“That’s awful.”

“No it’s not!” You smack his shoulder. 

Senior year was a distant memory at this point. You and Vernon are now happily dating (even though it didn’t happen until sophomore year of college) and now you guys are both singer-songwriters while Vernon produces music as well.

“And what if Vanessa hears it?”

“Then she’ll know what a fat L she took when she turned you down,” you answer. “But it’s a good thing because now you are dating the coolest person on the planet.”

“I didn’t know I was dating Woozi from Seventeen. How lucky is that.”

“Haha,” you deadpan at your boyfriend’s K-Pop obsession. He just cracks a grin at you. “I’m going to write the best damn song ever and you’re going to see how it blows up. Just wait.”

“Sorry, girl, but you missed out. Well, tough luck that boy's mine now. We are more than just good friends. This is how the story ends. Too bad that you couldn't see, see the man that boy could be. There is more that meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside.” You sing out. You can feel the sweat running down your forehead as the hot stadium lights shine down on you. “We are in love, haven't you heard, how we rock each other's world~”

Your fingers fly over the strings of your guitar skillfully as you smirk. Of course you proved your boyfriend wrong. You always write bangers. Your eyes flit over to the side of the stage where he’s standing there watching you, a smile playing at his own lips.

You look down into the audience and you swear you catch a familiar face, an almost knowing look plastered on said face.

“I'll be at a studio, singing the song we wrote, about a girl you used to know~” You finish. The audience erupts into applause and you smile and thank them before heading off stage.

“Phenomenal as always,” Vernon tells you the second you meet him.

“I know,” you smirk and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Did you see she was here tonight?”

“Who?”

“Vanessa Jeffries.”

“Holy shit.”

“Tell her hey when you go out,” you tell him. “I mean, she’s the whole reason this song is such a hit.”

“God you’re awful,” Vernon says.

“But you love me.” You lean forward to kiss Vernon. “And my awful song.”

“Yeah, I really do.”

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The Dragon Heir | part 2.

Summary: What happens when King Viserys' only current heir is a choice between his twin daughters? The realm will not accept a woman but you have no care for what the realm thinks it won't accept.

Warnings: it's the game of thrones realm, and obviously incest comes with the Targaryen package but it still deserves a second warning

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x black!reader, Daemon Targaryen x targaryen!reader

Word Count: 4.6k

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A/N: Italics dialogue is them speaking in High Valyrian

Your father wasn’t exactly happy about you and Rhaenyra leaving, particularly you. He really saw you as his only heir. He was almost more stifling than before. You didn’t care though. You accomplished your goal without bloodshed. It worked exactly how you expected.

In the end, Viserys had nothing else to say except that he was going to announce his intention to marry at the next council meeting. You nodded, knowing you had to be there for the announcement. Lady Laena was… duty. The only nice thing you could say was marrying her was the correct thing to do in terms of duty. However you did love your younger cousin and would look after everything she needed. 

Viserys kept reassuring you as you waited for the other council members to come in. You weren’t sure why. You knew you were the heir. To say otherwise might actually be your death now. The other council members came in, taking their seats. You nodded to your father as he stood up. He looked out at everyone. Slowly, your face dropped at his announcement. He wasn’t marrying Laena. He was marrying Alicent Hightower. You and Rhaenyra looked at each other, feeling betrayed. Lord Corlys stood up from the table. 

“This is an absurdity. My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm.” 

“And I am your King,” Viserys said. 

Lord Corlys looked at Otto before storming out. You were in too much shock to say anything to him. How could this have happened? When did Alicent start talking to him? The only thing you knew was that Otto Hightower was responsible. He was responsible and he needed to be stopped. Alicent tried to look at you but you left the table. Rhaenyra was quickly on your heels. 

Three years had passed and you and Rhaenyra still never recovered from what you felt was Alicent’s betrayal. She was married to your father, had a son named Aegon, and was pregnant again. Despite caring for children, you couldn’t bring yourself to be at Aegon’s nameday celebration. Not if Alicent would be there. As his mother, of course she would. So you hid out in the Godswood with Rhaenyra and a bard. She laughed as you distracted her from her reading by dancing to whatever song the bard was singing. 

You stopped when your sister’s smile faded. Turning around, you saw Alicent entering the Godswood. Your smile faded as well. Wasn’t she supposed to be at the feast before they left for the hunt? Did she insist on ruining all of your peace? 

“Your presence is wanted in the outer courtyard. The Royal Hunt readies to depart,” Alicent said. 

“I’ve decided to remain here instead and read.” Rhaenyra lifted up her book. 

You nodded. “I am listening to her read.” 

Alicent sighed. “You may go, Samwell.” 

“You are to stay by order of the Princess,” you cut in. 

“The Queen commands you to leave the Godswood at once.” 

You looked back at Rhaenyra. Alicent tried to step closer. 

“Your Grace, The King, wishes for you two to join us.” 

“My father can ask us to join him if that’s what he wishes.” 

“He wants all of us to be together. Perhaps the hunt could be fun.” 

Rhaenyra came to stand next to you. “Is it the King’s command?” 

“Yes, bu—” 

“Then let us leave before we waste more of his time.” 

You and Rhaenyra linked arms and walked away. You had no desire currently to make amends with Alicent. Nor was it your responsibility. She did this. That was how you felt. It would take more than hiding behind your father to try and make amends. The carriage ride was awkward, not that Viserys noticed. Rhaenyra looked over you to see Alicent. 

“Should you be traveling in this condition?” 

“The maester said being out in nature would do me well.” 

“This isn’t nature, it’s hunting,” you commented. “He should have suggested the Vale.” 

Viserys smiled. “You will be with your own child sooner or later and understand. And I’ll be a proud grandsire.” 

“And I will never take the Grand Maester’s advice.” 

Your father nodded. “I know. I was just suggesting a hunt and nature are similar.” 

You knew better than to dampen your father’s mood. “You and I have very different definitions of nature walks. I would hate to see what you consider fun, Father.” 

It was enough to make him laugh. Pretending for his sake wasn’t the easiest, especially now. Even if your relationship wasn’t strained with Alicent, you didn’t want to be here. It was a hunt. What fun was a hunt? And they killed the animals cruelly. Worse than necessary to hunt them for meat.

It wasn’t an affair that you ever thought was fun. Hanging out in a large tent with too many lords and ladies was also not fun. Waiting was a major part of hunting. You and Rhaenyra split up, walking through the tent just looking around. 

You were particular about avoiding where Viserys was sitting. Many men had come on the trip just to ask for your hand in marriage, disappointed when your father said no. They had also asked about Rhaenyra but you were the real question. But Viserys was keeping true on his promise. You were still young that he wasn’t concerned about it being too late for heirs. There was plenty of time and you were okay with taking all of it. It wasn’t like you weren’t looking. 

It was just none of the men were catching your eye. They needed to stimulate you mentally like Daemon, be kind like your cousin Laenor, be entertaining like the Bard, and attractive like Ser Criston. You supposed you could look over the attractiveness or even being entertaining if they were kind and witty like Laenor and Daemon. You knew for a fact it wasn’t Jason Lannister who was currently talking to your father. 

You ended up hearing some gossip after seeing Larys Strong — the youngest son of the Master of Law — sitting with the women because he was unable to use one of his feet. You wondered if he was born that way or if something had happened in his childhood. Either way, he was stuck in the tent like a lot of you. You quickly darted away when one of the ladies called on Rhaenyra passing by, leaving before she could spot you. 

Despite the fact that they were talking about you being heir, you still left. If they thought of themselves as so inferior they could only see a man on the throne then let them gossip. Gossip was all they could achieve anyway. You left Rhaenyra to deal with them. Besides, she would enjoy out-witting them. 

You enjoyed walking around the tent and eating until Rhaenyra stormed in. Viserys looked at you, beckoning you to come over. Rhaenyra wasn’t happy about men asking for her hand in marriage. She never wanted to hear. Rhaenyra didn’t want to get married. It was because she didn’t want to end up like your mother. You would never let that happen to her but she wouldn’t hear it. Viserys raised his voice. 

“Even your sister is going to follow tradition, you are not above it!” 

You closed your eyes when she stormed out of the tent. Comparing you to her wasn’t the smartest move. You had more freedom because it was the only way Viserys was going to get you to agree. Despite wanting to follow her, you left her alone. Ser Criston was going after her anyway. Rhaenyra wouldn’t want to see your face at the moment. Not when you were getting a bit more freedom to choose. Your father looked at you. 

“Have you chosen?” 

“I’m trying, I promise.” 

“I know. I know. The Septa tells me you discuss it every morning.” 

“None of the good ones are coming close to us. They’re all men I wouldn’t look at even if I was a farm girl.” 

You both looked over at Otto when he stepped in. Viserys and you held matching faces of disgust at the notion of him suggesting your half-brother. He had just turned two. How could Otto even think such a thing? Even with Aegon the Conqueror marrying his sisters, they were all close in age. Not to mention, you didn’t want to marry your brother. It wasn’t necessary to keep it that close in the family. You looked Otto in the eye. 

“Your politicking isn’t welcome in my affairs of marriage. Especially not when you’re considering offering up a babe that can’t even talk. Father, don’t you have a hunt to attend? Or more pressing matters like Daemon’s war in the Stepstones?” 

Viserys nodded. “Yes, the White Hart.” 

You stormed out of the tent. Otto was avoided when morning came. You chose to abandon the camp entirely for the day. You didn’t go very far, choosing to rest against a tree that overlooked the tents. You’d have to pick a husband or have a plan. There was one you thought about but it would require Rhaenyra being on board with it.

Faint bleating shook you from your thoughts. You scrambled to your feet. A large white stag looked at you. The White Hart. The creature everyone believed the true ruler would kill. It was supposed to mark the Gods smiling favorably on your rule. Carefully you stretched out a hand, the animal connecting his nose with your palm. You smiled and began to walk away. You stopped when you heard clomps behind you. 

“If you come with me, you will die. They are hunting you.” 

The stag kept coming closer. Gently, it took your billowy sleeve into its mouth. You followed the deer with all sorts of questions in your head. You paused at what you were being shown. Another stag was near, white as well. But the poor creature was injured. It wasn’t going to live for much longer. As if it heard you, the stag took its last breath. The living White Hart nudged you. 

“You want me to take it?” 

You severely underestimated how heavy a stag was, especially a dead one. Pulling it, more like dragging it, by the antlers, you slowly made your way back to the camp. The entire camp was already outside after Rhaenyra had come back with blood on her face and a dead boar being carried by Ser Criston. You and your sister had given your father a scare. More Rhaenyra than you because he didn’t think you would just run off. 

Viserys stood up when he saw you. The camp was focused on you, mainly on you dragging a large beast behind you. You dragged it all the way to your father’s feet. He looked in silence. You wiped your hands on the skirt of your dress and held out your hands to hold your little brother. Aegon babbled as you held him. You gestured to the stag. 

“The White Hart,” Viserys whispered. 

You took Aegon’s blade from the sheath attached to your father’s belt. You crouched down, sawing one of the antlers off. Aegon’s blade was returned to its sheath. You stood back up, Aegon in one hand and a large antler in the other. 

“I shall make Aegon some rings, maybe even a whistle. I would also like the other one to be ground and then boiled so the kitchen can make fruit jellies. I picked some berries for myself yesterday, I’d like to enjoy the fruits of my harvest.” 

You walked away before they could say anything. For you, the rest of the hunt was spent shaping the antler into rings and a whistle like you promised. There was more than enough antler to make stuff for you and Rhaenyra as well. 

Others hadn’t quite gotten over you and the White Hart. You, on the other hand, didn’t care. Your father had finally decided to help Daemon, Corlys, and the Stepstones. But after sending a message, you all had heard nothing.

You couldn’t quite focus on that. You were still getting marriage offers. From men too old, too young, too horrible. It was starting to become quite a problem. So much so that your father actually took the Septa’s place in helping you go over proposals in the morning. He hated them as much as you did. So did your sister. You threw down the paper. 

“This will take forever.” 

“We don’t have forever. I can barely contain them for another month,” Viserys said, taking a drink. “They want a marriage and they want it now.” 

You sat down. “I have an idea… But only if Rhaenyra agrees. I’ll only do it if you agree.” 

Both your father and sister listened to you. You weren’t finding a partner in a month. It wasn’t happening. But you could announce complications with your body. The Septa, one of the few women wholeheartedly on your side, would lie to the maester about complications in your menstruation. With questions on if you could get pregnant. Rhaenyra would get married in the meantime.

She would provide distraction and potential heirs. You were twins. It was unknown who was the first-born. Rhaenyra’s kids would be legitimate heirs as much as yours, in line before Aegon. It wasn’t a plan that would last forever but it would last long enough for you to find a proper husband. 

Of course, Rhaenyra only agreed after you sent your father out of the room for a bit. She only had to be married for a little bit, and of course she could have whoever she wanted. It just had to be a secret. You breathed out relief. Rhaenyra would buy you some time and that was all you needed. Some time. Relief at your plan didn’t last forever. Your father entered your room without even knocking. 

“She keeps refusing, is this your list?” 

Viserys snatched it from your writing table, groaning at the new offers. They were all horrible. You set down the quill and looked at your father. 

“Good morrow to you as well.” 

“I’m sorry. Good morrow. It’s your sister. Not only is she refusing every suitor, she has come back.” 

You stood from your seat. “Back? She’s supposed to be on tour for a few more months or until she picks a suitor.” 

“I know,” Viserys said through gritted teeth. 

There wasn’t time to process his words. You and Viserys were summoned to the throne room. Daemon’s dragon had been spotted. The entire court was a bit tense for different reasons. Most were concerned with the possible Daemon sighting. You and your father were looking at Rhaenyra who wasn’t currently supposed to be in court. You went to go stand next to your sister. 

“Why are you back?” 

“Did you see the men?” 

“Yes. I specifically sent some of them to you.” 

Rhaenyra put a hand on her chest. “I thought you cared for me, sister.” 

“I do. They’ll either die in a month or only become of age after I have a husband and you can divorce them.” 

“But what if they want children right away?” 

“Who said you had to give it to them? We have more than enough moon tea. Maybe you face fertility complications like me.” 

“Did you really send that old man? I don’t think I could lay with him even once. What if he dies on top of me.” 

The two of you started laughing. “Maybe I did choose someone too old. But you don’t have to pick the right husband. He’s just for the public. You’re the princess and the heir’s sister. In the castle, you can do whatever you want. We ju—” 

Your words were cut off by the doors opening again. A man you almost didn’t recognized walked in. Daemon’s hair had been cut and he was wearing a crown of wood on his head. You remembered he helped Lord Corlys reclaim Driftmark and the Stepstones from the Crabfeeder.

But then you hadn’t heard from him. Part of you hoped Daemon was dead. Because him being dead was better than the suggestions that he might be rebelling. But there he was, walking in with a crown on his head. 

He pointed an axe at Viserys before throwing it down. “Add it to the chair.” 

Daemon took off his crown and kneeled in front of his brother. Relief went through you when your father gave him a hug. Thank goodness everything ended relatively well. Although, you were going to interrogate Daemon later. Right now, it was time for a gathering in the courtyard to celebrate your uncle’s return. Viserys bragged about his little brother to no end. 

“Congratulations on your victory,” Rhaenyra said. 

You immediately whisked your sister away and to a long bench in the garden after your father gave her a look. You rolled your eyes when Alicent walked over but Rhaenyra said nothing, letting Alicent have a conversation with her.

You both stopped looking at your laps and looked at her when she said she was glad that Rhaenyra was home. It was hard for all three of you to admit you missed each other. Technically, you could forgive Alicent. You could let yourself believe that it was all her father’s idea and she just went along with it as a stupid girl. But it just made your disdain for Otto grow even more. 

Alicent suggested you three raid the kitchens like you did in the past. The three of you thought that was a fantastic idea. You grabbed some shortbread, excited to stuff your face. Rhaenyra’s chamber was the closest and no one liked going to her room. The three of you started to walk when you spotted Daemon in the Godswood. Telling the other two that you’d meet them soon, you went to go speak with him. 

“I thought you were content in Dragonstone. Why did you come back?” 

Daemon chuckled as he turned around. Only two people he cared about spoke High Valyrian and had feminine voices. “I just wanted the comforts of home.” 

“Oh, please, Daemon. Speak the truth with me.” 

“I see you still have a line of suitors, as does Rhaenyra,” he evaded. 

“Don’t remind me.” 

“Oh.” Daemon raised his eyebrows. He walked towards the outdoor table that still had food and drink on it. He poured you a glass. “Marriage is a political arrangement, after it you can do whatever you want.” 

“I’ve made my own arrangements… But I’ve tried to tell Rhaenyra what you’ve told me.” 

“Then is there a problem?” 

“For men, marriage is a political arrangement. You don’t even see Lady Rhea, Daemon. For women, it is a death sentence.” 

Daemon played with the rim of his cup. “Your words or Rhaenyra’s?” 

“Who do you think?” 

“Then shouldn’t you make new arrangements for yourself.” Daemon pulled you to the wide chair he was sitting on when you didn’t respond. “But you already know that so what is the problem?” 

“Childbirth didn’t kill our mother,” you whispered. “Our father did.” 

“Laelara. What happened to your mother was a tragedy. But this is a tragic world. You cannot let your fears control your life or you will forsake all the best parts of it.” 

You pulled away from Daemon holding your hand. “No. I’ve kept it a secret all these years. I was in the room when it happened.” 

Daemon stopped smiling. “You witnessed her death?” 

“Her murder.” 

“What happened, little dragon?” 

Daemon listened intently as you told him the horrors of what you had witnessed years ago. You tried not to tear up at finally being able to tell your secret. You would have done your duties years ago if you hadn’t witnessed what you had. There was no way you would ever take a marriage that wasn’t for love. 

“I can protect Rhaenyra from her husband. There is no one to protect me from mine. I will not let a political ally choose to cut me open for his ticket to the throne. I can’t die that way, Daemon. Yes, I am afraid. Yes, I will let that fear control my life. Because without it… I won’t have a life.” 

“Your arrangement is for love?” 

“There’s a book in the library about pregnancy and birthing. It’s at my usual reading table, they never clean it up. Look at it if you want to. A man that truly loves me wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t ignore my cries and cut me open anyway. I will only marry in that manner. Now if you excuse me, I’d like to eat with my sister and our friend.” 

You enjoyed your entire day with Alicent and Rhaenyra. It was like old times. The three of you felt it. You and Alicent left Rhaenyra’s room only when it got dark and the various Kingsgaurd knights started to take positions in front of everyone’s rooms.

Thankfully, the servants had lit candles in your room. Although, they seemed to have missed a few. You wanted to get ready for bed when you passed by a note on your writing desk. It came with a bundle. 

“Hello, Ser Criston,” you said as you approached Rhaenyra’s room holding the bundle. 

He bowed his head and let you into your sister’s room. You threw the bundle at Rhaenyra and let her read the note. The note from Daemon. Naturally finding out that your sister’s chamber held a secret passage to the outside made you want to explore it. You gave Rhaenyra the boys’ clothes and wrapped yourself in the hooded cloak so you could both sneak out. 

“Isn’t it kind of exciting?” you whispered as you two walked down a tight corridor. “A secret passage behind your bed all this time and we didn’t know it.” 

“You won’t be sneaking for much longer if you don’t learn to be quiet,” Daemon said as you two reached the stairs. 

He grabbed your hand and you took Rhaenyra’s, the three of you starting off on your journey. You had seen King’s Landing plenty of times but never at night. Daemon led you and your sister through the streets. There was plenty to see, including a stupid play making fun of you simply for being a woman. You stuck close to Daemon and let Rhaenyra roam around because she was in the better disguise. But you watched everything with excitement. 

“Why’d you tell us of this?” you asked Daemon. 

“You should see the people you are to rule one day.” 

“But I already visit Flea Bottom regularly.” 

“They put on their best behavior for you, Princess. Now, you can actually see them… Oh, no.” 

You looked over to where Rhaenyra had taken some food from someone. You didn’t see the big deal. You took food from here whenever you visited. Daemon’s words quickly made sense. That’s right. You guys weren’t princesses at the moment. Right now, Rhaenyra was just a little boy that stole something.

You immediately ran with your sister. Daemon could deal with the vendor. You and Rhaenyra were laughing before she smacked into a knight. Quickly, you darted into the shadows. 

“Ser Harwin,” Rhaenyra greeted the man. 

Harwin Strong wasn’t amused. He started to walk closer to your hiding spot, insisting he saw someone with Rhaenyra. You were thankful for Daemon’s return. You only left the shadows when Ser Harwin was gone. 

“Enjoyed that, you two?” Daemon asked. 

You ignored him and kept walking. Eventually he overtook your pace, leading you to wherever he was going. You and Rhaenyra paused at the building. A brothel wasn’t in your plans. Very quickly, Daemon was lost. Rhaenyra tapped your arm as you passed by naked women doing tricks. 

“Don’t touch anyone,” you told her. “You know what they would say about us. Princesses have to keep their virtue.” 

Your sister nodded. She left to have fun looking while you wandered further into the brothel to try and find Daemon. You wanted to go home. This idea wasn’t fun. Watching naked people just kiss and have sex and get drunk wasn’t exactly touching to you. You found Daemon, not with a woman but with a drink. Two of them. He handed you a cup.

You looked at it with a grimace. “I don’t want to be here anymore.” 

“Is this not to your liking?” 

“Not really. Where’s your cloak?” 

“Lost it in a bet.” 

“Won’t the people here know who you are?” 

“They already know who I am. Let your sister enjoy herself a little more then I’ll take you home.” 

“We leave before the hour is over.” 

“Agreed. Come.” 

Daemon led you towards the other side of the brothel where it was emptier. You went down some steps, surprised when he pulled back your hood. He smiled at you. 

“Have fun.” 

“It’s a whorehouse.” 

“Then have fun like a whore.” 

“You’re horrible,” you said with a laugh. 

You held onto his arm as you walked past the rooms. They had no doors, only sheer black curtains. Now you knew why the hallway was empty. The rooms were for private fucking. Rhaenyra was probably enjoying herself, watching all this. Daemon looked down when you reached for his hand. 

“They’re looking at us.” 

“Of course, they think I’m going to pay them for services. Or you.” 

“Disgusting,” you said loudly before apologizing to the women and men. 

They just laughed and went back to having sex. You were grateful when you had moved to an empty hallway. Completely empty. You looked back at the other hallway before looking at Daemon. 

“Why do you even like this place?” 

“It’s a pleasurehouse. People come to take whatever they want. It’s as pleasurable for the woman as it is the man.” 

Daemon stepped closer to you. He was close enough that you had to tilt your head up to look at him properly. You could feel his breath on your face. He played with one of your white curls. 

“A marriage is a duty but that doesn’t stop us from doing what we want. Maybe this will show your sister that.” 

“A night in a brothel won’t make her pick a husband. I’ve already been preparing myself for that since she left for that tour.” 

“Tell her the truth about your mother.” 

“I can’t,” you whispered. “She would never forgive our father.” 

 Daemon kissed your forehead, cradling the back of your head. “Then what are you going to do?” 

“Suffer.” 

You looked on in surprise when Daemon knelt down. He grabbed your hand. “I said I’d kneel when you were worthy of the crown.” 

“Because I’m going to suffer?” 

“Because you are willing to consider it. You will get through this, I promise.” 

“Daemon?” 

“Yes?” 

“Can we find Rhaenyra and leave?” 

He laughed but stood up. You rolled your eyes when he left the two of you once entering the castle. Rhaenyra was clearly too into the brothel. You took off your cloak as you two kept walking down the hall. 

“Please do your sister a favor, Rhaenyra, and dry yourself out before seeing me tomorrow.” 

She gasped in fake indigence before shoving you practically down the hall. The two of you were giggling the entire way to her room. Your laughter didn’t stop as you headed to your own chamber. Ser Criston was so surprised to see you both out of bed. You knew the poor knight would be wracking his head for weeks to figure out how you could have possibly walked past him. 

Your laughter continued into the morning when Ser Criston appeared at your doorway. 

“Good morrow, Ser Criston.” 

“Princess, I have a message from the Queen.”

(part 3)

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Snowstorm

under the cut due to length (1,177 words)

Dazai's P.O.V.

There's a bang and I turn around. It's a branch slapping the window and I watch for a moment as the wind swirls outside snow slowly joining it. I sigh, I'm going to have to walk home in this.

"Everyone!" The president's voice isn't very loud but it's a small office and everyone, including myself, turns to listen to him. Having our attention, he continues, "There is going to be a heavy snowstorm in a few hours. If we stay here we will all be snowed in and unable to leave until the snow can be ploughed. In order to prevent that I am ending working hours early. The snow is falling heavily and quickly, I suggest that you all return to your homes within the hour. If you do not have a car, ask someone to come and pick you up."

Everyone sets into motion immediately, picking up phones and dialling rides, grabbing car keys and within a few minutes I'm the only one not ready to go. I took the bus today because Chuuya is out on important Mafia business and couldn't drive me. The bus station is 7 blocks away and I really, really, really don't want to walk.

No, I am not going to bother Chuuya. I am not going to be a nuisance. I won't. I can't. I promised not to call him while he was working unless I was ill or injured and I am neither so I will walk, and I will be fine.

I walk to the door and get ready to leave, it opens before I even have my hand on the door knob.

"Hey honey." the redhead before me teases, using one of the nicknames he claims to hate so much.

"Ch-Chuuya?" I stutter stupidly, stumbling backwards with surprise.

"Don't freak out mackerel, I'm not the damn king." He teases again, placing an arm around my waist, making sure I don't fall.

"W-what are you doing here? You're supposed to be- I thought you were at work?" I hate the way I'm blushing and stuttering like an idiot. Even after being married to Chuuya for so long I'm still not used to people going out of their way for me. Sure the agency is very nice and all of the members are my friends but I know that I am the least close to everyone in the agency and our relationship is mostly professional.

"Are you kidding? The storm's all over the news. I'm not about to make you take public transit in this weather. The buses and trains have already just shut down."

All I can say is a lame, "Oh."

"Yeah, so come on. My car's just down the street."

"Okay." I know I'm still blushing, touched by the surprise visit.

"And I didn't have time to go back home so I couldn't bring your puffy coat but there are some blankets in the car." He nods disapprovingly to my trench coat.

As we walk out the door, someone grabs my arm. I look over my shoulder and realise everyone else has been watching us, and they seem to have gotten over their shock.

Chuuya's P.O.V.

As I'm about to close the door Glasses man grabs Osamu's arm.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks furiously.

"I was just about to ask the same thing."

"You can't take him, the Port Mafia can't have him."

I almost laugh, Osamu chuckles.

"Kunikida, please let go of me." he says calmly, wriggling free of the older man's grip.

He steps back. "What exactly is going on here?"

Osamu's cute shy expression vanishes, replaced with his typical silly demeanour. "My husband is just picking me up, so I don't have to stay snowed in at the office." Then his expression turns slightly colder, more reminiscent of his mafia days. "I suggest you also leave . . . unless you want to get snowed in, that is." Glasses's expression turns to shock, he hears the implicit threat in my husband's voice and words.

"H-h-husband?" he says quietly

I really do laugh this time. "Yup, for 7 years." I look over at Osamu, who's still glaring, "Now if you'll excuse us, we'd like to get home before the storm gets bad. Have a nice afternoon."

As I close the door I see Mr. Glasses expression unfreeze slowly from shock into something that seems to be a mix of fury, confusion and sheer panic. By the time I hear him start to shout we're already in the car. (but I swear I can hear glass breaking as few dogs starting to bark at the raucous)

Osamu's laughing like a maniac beside me and I can't help joining him. "Poor baby, you're going to get an earful when you get back to work."

He just laughs harder, "I know, but . . . his face! It was worth it."

"Totally agree, what do you want for dinner tonight."

"I don't know, I can't think, I can't stop laughing. He's probably exploded by now."

By the time we both stop laughing we're back home.

—

As I make dinner I feel a warm weight settle on my waist and turn around. Osamu has attached himself to me.

"Yes." I say, prompting him to continue because I can tell there's something he wants to ask me.

"Thank you for coming to get me at the office today." I can hear the gratitude and sincerity in his voice and it surprises me. I'd expected him to call me a good dog for rescuing me master or whatever, but not this.

"Of course, I'm a bit upset that you didn't call me though. I got worried, I thought you might;ve tried to walk home by yourself in all the snow. I mean come on, it seems exactly like the type of stupid shit you would do."

"I didn't want to bother you, I could've walked, you didn't have to interrupt your conference for me." He says, I sigh, I really wish he could stop feeling this way. Like every normal kind thing I do is monumental, like something every good person wouldn't do for their significant other. And I hate every single one of the things that made him feel that way.

"Don't. I wanted to come and get you, I'm the one who should feel guilty. I should;ve made sure you had a car today. Annnd," I drag out the 'and', running my free hand through his thick hair, "I was dying in that conference, you hear that, you saved your dog from dying."

He smiles and steals a piece of the food I'm cooking.

"Hey! That was all for food wasn't it!" I tease even though I know it wasn't. "Tch! It'll be done in less than five minutes. OUT! If you're just gonna steal, out!" He runs away with a comical look on his face.

What a day it's been! And there's still Mr Glasses to contend with. I should ask Osamu to record his reaction.

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Stockholm Week 14: Best Attractions in Iceland  

Our core spent nearly an entire week exploring Iceland in diverse ways!

We arrived in Iceland on Sunday and started the first full day on Monday. 

4/15 Mon: I ate FERMENTED shark (as if eating a shark was not eccentric enough)

It was a relatively late morning, schedule starting at 10 am. We went down to eat breakfast at the hotel around 9 am. All the food was high quality, which was something unexpected. I exploited the buffet and ended up with 5 plates to return. 

It was time for our first academic visit, The Iceland Ocean Cluster. It was a collaboration center for start-up companies using byproducts of fish. A lot of products are made from parts such as fish skin and liver, previously thrown away without use. Some examples were Omega 3, hand cream, fish-skin wallet, and energy drinks. 

Group picture taken by DIS!

Our second academic visit of the day was an informational lecture at the City of Reykjavik - we got to listen to how the city of Reykjavik is working with environmental protection, urban planning, waste management, and climate action.

The paper bag drama

Right after the presentation, we spontaneously entered a thrift store across the street, and wow. Everything they had was in good condition and high quality. There were so many good shoes in particular - my friend found Dr Martin for $40 like what??? I also got Nike sneakers and Vagabond sandals for less than $60, which is a deal. They were as good as new! 

For dinner, DIS scheduled a Reykjavik Food Walking Tour. A fun local guide told us Icelandic myths, history, and backgrounds of the foods that we ate that day! Some things that we ate were: lamb and salmon tartar, lamb hotdog, lamb stew, Icelandic sauces and jams, fermented shark, and blueberry yogurt cheesecake dessert. 

Celebrities from all over the world comes to that specific hotdog stand to try!

We got to feed the birds and swans on the lake with leftover bread that was given along with the stew. We were surrounded by all of them, unable to escape.

The seagulls were lowkey mean to the other birds, snatching the food away

The guide mentally and physically prepared us for the shark, teaching us when and how to breathe before eating the shark. It didn’t taste too bad (a little fishy?) to my surprise but maybe because they let us drink a shot afterward. 

Face with mixed feelings of fear, excitement, and curiosity

The tour took around 4 hours but it was a cool experience! I mean, where else would I be able to casually eat a fermented shark?

This is going off on a tangent but I wanted to share this: they have 10-11 instead of 7-11  ( ˙◞˙ )

4/16 Tue: Glacier Hiking !0!

The grand activity of the study tour, the South Coast and Glacier Hiking!!! 

It was around two-hours of bus ride, but the scenery on the way there was magnificent. Windows background photos were moving in front of my eyes!

Spectacular views

Everyone was so excited to hike on Iceland’s fourth-largest glacier. The local guide who led the way was super friendly and attentive  :)  

Class photo!

I could not believe that I was hiking on the glaciers, and sometimes I think that it was a daydream. What a surreal experience (for free too)!

Credit of last two pictures to DIS!

On the way back, we stopped at two waterfalls. I can vividly picture the first waterfall, Skógafoss, in my mind. It was just stunning. My friend and I ran towards it and ended up getting soaked up ヽ(´▽`)ﾉ 

Everything was fun at the moment 

Even better, a double rainbow popped up as soon as the sun came out. I haven’t seen such a vibrant rainbow in a while - pure happiness rushed to me. 

I don’t exactly know why but I love this place with all my heart 

I should live close to some kind of waterfall when I get older. The joy nature brings me is beyond belief. 

We had another group dinner near our hotel. The hotel we stayed at was in the city center; all the stores and restaurants were nearby! From the prices on the menu, we concluded that Iceland is very pricey. 

4/17 Wed: Geothermal Greenhouse 

Wednesday's main visit in my opinion was going to Friðheimar Geothermal Greenhouse. We learned about their ways of growing tomatoes in their greenhouse. They also had hives of bumblebees! It was good to see a lot of bees since we don’t see them as often anymore. 

All I wanted to do was to pick the tomatoes... But as a grown-up, I restricted myself

For lunch, they served a whole cuisine: grilled tomatoes and meat/vegetable skewers, tomato soup with huge loaves of cheese/olive bread, and cheesecake with tomato jam (better than it sounds)! If I hadn’t eaten so much for breakfast, I would’ve devoured more bread and soup :( 

The cheesecake was served in a pot! Isn't that so cute

With our full tummies, we headed to the Geothermal Exhibition. Iceland produces 100% of its electricity from renewable energy from hydro and geothermal power from the volcanoes. We got to closely look around the power plant and get descriptions from one of the employees. 

Sci-fi movies could film here

The rest of the afternoon and evening were on our own, so we went on a souvenir-shop tour around our neighborhood. I bought a cute Viking shot glass as a present for my younger brother. I tried one of the 70% dark chocolate too and it was AMAZING. It was so rich in flavor ( ˶ˆ⤙ˆ˵ )   

For dinner, my friend and I went to the first ramen place in Iceland and oh my gosh it was the best ramen I’ve ever had in Europe. 

I took a bite before taking the picture

4/18 Thu: Golden Circle Tour: Secret Lagoon, Geysir, Gullfoss, Thingvellir National Park

In the Iceland itinerary, a highlighted note read “Please bring your swimming clothes!” We got to swim in the Secret Lagoon, the oldest swimming pool in Iceland! It was filled with warm water from the hot (100+ degrees Celsius) springs nearby. 

Certain parts of the pool were full of algae, offering an oddly pleasant texture. It reminded me of the polar plunging + sauna experience in Umeå. Basking in the warmth of the pool was a relaxing experience. 

I want to jump in right now

After the rejuvenating swim, we headed to Geysir. There were multiple active geysers, one of which shot water 30 meters up into the air. 

This is a small geyser - doesn’t it look like a tiny water fountain? 

The next stop was Gullfoss, which was the most famous waterfall in Iceland. It is known as the “golden waterfall,” featuring a cascade of waterfalls one after another.  

The picture didn't do a good job capturing the magnitude of the waterfalls

The last official stop of the study tour was the Thingvellir National Park, which is one of the UNESCO World Heritage Sites.

Typical bathroom views

The park had multiple attractions such as the site of Iceland’s first parliament. A group of us headed towards the valley separating North America and Eurasia. The water we encountered was exceptionally clear like a reflection from a mirror. 

Iceland = nature.

To celebrate the successful end of the study tour and a friend’s 21st birthday, DIS arranged an hour of karaoke for our class. We had so much fun that we ended up extending by an hour  ᖗ( ᐛ )ᖘ  The Mickey sparkly special glitter something shot (apparently their signature shot) was truly delightful. 

4/19-22 Fri-Mon: Facing My Consequences 

We met at the hotel lobby at 4:15 am to catch our 7 am flight… Let me just say that I passed out on the plane (sleepwise). However, it was nice to arrive in Stockholm in the early afternoon; I had an unbelievable amount of work to do. 

All I did on the weekend was sleep, eat, and study for the exam for my online Reactions course. When my brain got fried, I did other work for DIS courses and blogs. Assignments and group projects and presentations and essays and exams are flooding in until the end of the semester! 

In the next few weeks, you will see me balancing between traveling and school work. I will try my best not to get too overwhelmed with school! 

Thank you for reading ♡

Vertu blessaður, 

Jiwoo Kim

Chemical Engineering

DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden

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Am I cooked or did I cook?

3rd new fresh storyboard for Juny. This time it is much more abstract and reference and mood heavy.

The main reason why i went with a whole complete new different storyboard is because the idea for this just popped, came in a form of thunder, a spark that lit my soul on fire while i was riding the bus listening to my daily classical music in the morning to my university, as soon as I entered the sacred land of art and design I swiftly proceeded to get feedback from the nearest lecturer i know who is very much experienced in film making and animation. I got approval by one of the lecturers too for the module to get working on it as fast as i can before I forget.

MORE SMEARS AND IMPACT FRAMES as juny always adds some kind of action in his skits, always.

**In brief the difference is that it has more references that both the audiences and Juny would understand. Some of it are more literal while others are obvious based on feedback from stage 1 presentation.**

Please read the storyboard as all the reasons behind the scenes and shots are and not exactly but clearly stated, Thank you.

These improvements were made with the help of stage 1 presentation feedback as well as fellow batchmate's critique. Thank you for all as it was a great learning experience as i got to know that my previous storyboards are not exactly clear. Since if i were to work in some kinda studio it is important that I expresses my ideas thoroughly. I also learnt the importance of symbolism a bit more and in what forms i symbolize them aswell how people in different parts would recognise these symbolisms.

Illustrations and title screen done on krita organizing, texting and red lines done in photoshop.

NOW ONTO MUSIC, GOTTA LEARN HOW MUSIC WORKS AND HOW TO MAKE IT BEFORE THIS WEEK OF HOLIDAYS ENDS YEHEHEHEHAAAAHAHAHAHHHHHH !

PS, Opinions are much appreciated

[psychicdragoncoffee]

Annoying Coworkers - Things I Remember

This was when I was working. While listening to a video about petty revenge I thought of these people. Not exactly under the same subject but in one case I did act a bit petty. The other person I thought about while typing this out.

I would ride a bus to and from work as I never got a license. Because of poor vision or anxiety, I probably won't be able to. I rode the same bus as some of my coworkers.

This was when someone new started riding the same bus. I didn't speak to her since I'm not a talkative person. Especially in the mornings.

Yet for some reason after work when boarding the bus she decided to confront me for not talking to her that morning. Almost yelling, 'Vic, why did you not say 'Good Morning' to me?!'

It felt weird because I had never spoken to this person before and I felt it was weird they already knew my name despite never telling it to her. I don't remember how I responded. But made a point to never speak to her if she was going to act entitled.

The next person is someone who most others disliked as he acted like a boss even though he was on the same level as everyone else. The first thing that came to mind was one time while eating lunch. Some of us would eat outside when it's warm. There was a grassy patch we'd sit on.

This guy was offering me some kind of grain bar. I have no idea what kind it was but didn't care. This way of 'offering' was to ask if I would like some before dropping it into the ground. I just responded with 'no thanks'.

There was another time I was napping when the workday was over while waiting for the bus to arrive. I had my hood up. He proceeded to try to wake me up by pulling off my hood. However, he got a good handful of hair and ended up pulling my hair as well.

[sophie-and-lilianne]

SWOON

"I’m such an idiot, why do I keep bothering to wake up for this", I think, absorbed in my morning routine of self-deprecation. I take my pills. "Maybe I’ll feel better after I see my therapist next month".

I sit in my bed, listening to my alarm sing I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire while I look around the room. It’s been three months and I still don’t have a bed, only a mattress. My art table is so badly set up that I can’t use it for anything, and my shelves are covered in junk and dishes. I guess an outside observer might look at this and say “Aha! It’s clearly a classic case of this and that-” but I just think it’s the depression. This place, and the job that came with it, was supposed to be a fresh start for me. I just have to make it to New Year’s.

My phone dings. I look, wondering who might be messaging me at five in the morning. Someone liked my profile on a dating app. Huh. I press the notification and open the app, looking at her photo. She’s very attractive for sure, but 540KM away… It wouldn’t be the first person to try to talk me into a long distance relationship. I swipe right, for the fun of it.

My phone alarm rings at that moment, telling me it’s time to get up and ready for work. Blue Moon by Frank Sinatra plays pitifully on my AI assisted speaker, also a reminder of the time I spent in bed. The Bioshock-inspired playlist is never shuffled, so I can count the time in songs instead of minutes and hours. It was such a romantic era, I muse. So much for that in my life.

My joints ache as I get up and pad towards the kitchen. I don’t eat breakfast in the morning, only coffee. I start the boiler and pour exactly one teaspoon of instant into my cup. I pour the water in and sit on my too-small couch, facing the TV. "I could call off work today. What do I have to lose anyway? They can’t fire me."

I get back up, every joint groaning at the couch being too low for me to sit comfortably, or get up properly. My phone vibrates, signaling a new message. I’ll look at it in the bus. I strip in the middle of the apartment and open the door of the dryer, still full of clothes from last week, and pull out a shirt and pants. I put them on reluctantly. "If I don’t go to work", I think reproachfully to myself, "I won’t have the money to do anything, or pay rent, which I need. At least, until New Year’s."

The bus ride to work is nightmarish. It saps all energy out of you before you’re even going to begin thinking about working. I grind my teeth, unable to push the inane chatter of the others out of my brain enough to keep calm. I finally decide to check that message. It’s from the girl on SWOON, my preferred dating app. I check her name again: Lilianne.

Hey Sophie! How’s your day going?

I slowly pen a reply, choosing my words.

I’m doing good, just going to work. You?

I’m about to put my phone away, people never reply to these things, when it vibrates in my hand. I check it.

Not doing much, but otherwise okay. Have you met anyone cool on this app so far? I just set mine up.

Honestly, not really. I met someone, and she was… not kind, especially towards the end.

It takes a moment for her to respond to this one.

Oh. I’m sorry you had to experience that.

It’s okay. I’m outta there and living by myself so I’m pretty happy. Alright, I gotta go to work, would you mind if I message you later?

Not at all, I would love to talk to you.

I let myself smile a little. Sometimes people were nice on these things. I get to work and I’m already underwhelmed. I hate my job. I go up to my supervisor and ask, “Where to boss?”

“Just your usual”, he replies, “Quality control.”

I sigh. Of course. I go sit at my station and start pulling out corks from a bag. I inspect each one for imperfections, throwing out those who show them, and putting the rest in a basket. I continue until my basket is full, then hand it to someone else for final inspection before they’re put in a box. Rinse and repeat. For hours. Every two hours there’s a break and I take those blessed moments to go smoke. Each drag from my e-cigarette is pure bliss during those breaks, a moment stolen only for myself.

I work in a facility for people with different mental or physical challenges. For me, it was being out of a job because of a psychotic break and never truly recovering from the anxiety. I still get those intense pangs of fear, but in the past three months since I’ve been here, while I may not have found mental stimulation, I’ve found safety.

After a full day of this routine I go home, the bus ride a different type of hell. My coworkers want to interact with each other and find friendship and someone to talk to, I only want to be left alone. I should bring headphones tomorrow.

I trudge up the stairs and unlock my door. “I’m home”, I say out of habit, but no one is there to hear it. I live alone. My phone dings as I fumble for the lights. I check it.

Are you done with work?

Lilianne again. Encouraging. I reply.

Yeah, finally. My job is not exactly fun.

Oh? What do you do?

Quality control in a factory setting. Nothing to write home about. It pays the bills.

Gotta have one of those sometimes. Do you live by yourself?

Yep. I don’t even have a pet. I’m not allowed according to the rental agreement.

Would it cheer you up to see my cat? She’s very cute.

Absolutely! Send away :)

A few seconds later, a photo appears on the screen. A big, round creature with green eyes and dark fur with small patches of white. This cat looks like the sweetest thing I’ve seen in a long time. She looks like she’d eat right out of my hand.

I write back.

I confirm, she’s very cute. What’s her name?

Susan. I call her Susie. She’s the love of my life.

Awww :) Little Susan.

Haha she’s more than little, though that’s partially my fault.

I try to think of something to reply but my mind comes up empty. I don’t know how to steer a conversation that well. Not to mention, this person actually replies. My phone dings again.

Can I give you my number?

A slight tingling creeps over my face. She wants to take this off SWOON.

Of course! I’ll even give you mine!

#authors #writing #sapphic #wlw

[beautifullybrave1111]

INTRODUCTION 10-8-2023

I haven't picked up a pen in over 20 years. It sort of showed me my age because I realized instead of writing I am typing my thoughts into my phone. Not ideal, but technology calls. My next obstacle to conquer, what to write about. I could give you a whole series with 8 books with all the thoughts in my head. So how about a memoir. Something simple but maybe able to help someone in thier early 20s.

I'm a 38 year old female living in Baltimore County, Maryland. One of my main goals in life it to help women realize that it is okay to put yourself first. Although, this lovely process of life I didn't figure out until 2020 at the age of 34.

Before that I was just a regular sheltered girl who was very vulnerable and gullible. I was born in 1985 in Baltimore City, Maryland to my mother Penny and father, John. We will get to my father later. But first, my mom.

Growing up wasn't always easy but my mother always made sure we were okay. My mother has a very raw personality and no filter, which is one of my favorite characteristics about her. There was nothing that she wouldn't do for me. She worked the jobs taking care of me after she left my father when I was 5. My grandmothers stepped up to the plate to help my mother with me so she could work. Even though I was a sheltered child, I know now that she wanted me safe. She would never allow another man to ever hurt me. She was successful. Although my mother worked so hard to take care of me, we now have a bond that alot of parents don't have with thier children. Our mother daughter dates started as a tradition and has lasted to this current day.

All it takes is a little coffee and some thrift shopping.

My father on the other hand had created a little life full of drugs and alcohol. This resorted to my mother leaving my father in 1990. There's just something about a man who sells his daughters toys for drug money that you can't forgive.

At this point in my life I know exactly what happened in the past and why it happened. But my momma did a good job in making sure that my childhood remained intact while my father walked away while it burned. Listen, I'm not a "whoa is me type girl" but this leads to the current trauma in my life. Two years ago my father had a suicide attempt where he took ambien and drank alcohol, and thought it would be a good idea to drive. Turns out he did this on purpose and crashed his car into a pole (attempting to kill himself)

Here is the kicker, it was my fault.

What is it about men making women responsible for thier temper tantrums. At the time my father didn't seem to understand that my 5 year old at the time was in school. Kids get sick. Kids have homework but since we didn't have enough time for him, he decided to attempt to end his life. Then blame me. I guess this shouldn't suprise me considering the fact that when I was younger I was 5 minutes late to visit him. He then proceeded to lock the door and listen to me knock asking him to open the door. I'm getting ahead of myself.

As a child always knew the importance of hard work and self care. My mom sold Mary Kay for goodness sake. Facials all the time, Walks to Santonis, the laundromat, riding the bus to get places, I was definitely taught to take care of myself and always be myself.

My mom didn't want me to depend on any man. Little did we know I would come out of the closet at 16.

I mean I had a boyfriend at 15 but I truly felt love when I met my first girlfriend. From that point on I always connected with Females and I knew that is who I was. My mother is very pro gay. She couldn't care less and honestly already knew when I told her. This made me so happy.

At this point, I would usually only see my father weekly on Thursdays. Not saying everything was bad.

Wait until you read the chapter on my step dad. He is the man who raised me and my number one favorite guy. He does it all but walk on water. I'm the woman I am today because of him and my mother. Thier bond and willingness to raise me differently is what really made a difference.

As a grown woman with my own family, small farm and the knowledge of growth. I'm doing pretty damn good.

This book is to help anyone realize that no matter what happens in life you can break generational curses to save your children from any trauma you went through.

[iknowyunholeeknow]

oh no that guy on the bus sounds creepy 😰😰 i would be stressed and i def see how that would make u not want to get into bts lol. but yea dont think about that dude…i always hated riding the bus as a kid bc people were annoying and immature like that 😓

youtube recs definitely accelerate the fall into kpop LOL normally i would say that yt algorithm could be a negative thing but with kpop it feeds me exactly what it knows i want to see 😂 also me too, i kinda wrote xdh off after their debut bc their debut song wasnt rly my favorite, but i love some of their more recent songs! i liked test me too if u havent heard that one. also i just rly like kbands :D makes me miss day6 haha. p1h is so good, they have some great b-sides in the prev albums that i love too. if you use spotify, what was your #1 on your wrapped? (or yt music or whatever u use) for me it was child by mark and let me tell u i literally looped that song on repeat for days on end LOL

i have listened to a few of ive’s songs and i really liked them too like love dive and eleven!! le sserafim’s no celestial was also rly good on their recent album (i havent listened to all of it though). i also like some of itzy’s songs :)

YOUR CATS ARE SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺 i dont have any pets but i want a cat 🥺🥺 i like dogs too though, i am truly ambivalent between the two (probably bc i didnt grow up with either). cats seem to fit more with my personality though bc dogs can be needy hahaha but i guess sometimes that can be nice too 😂 would love to have both at some point in the future if i could adopt them when theyre young so they get along better lol (is that how it works? thats what ive heard but honestly idk)

I miss day6 too, I know they're still doing stuff with music but it's really not the same without Jae. I do use Spotify btw, my top song was scrawny by the wallows and I'm pretty sure my top artist was lemon demon. The first kpop song on the list was aespa's iconic at number six though. And I think you'll be pleased to know I keep listening to xdh lol

I've always had cats, I think six total, including the ones we have now? Scooby is easily the oldest I've ever had though, he's around seventeen. And yeah animals socialize better earlier in life but depending on how you introduce them and the animals individual personality it could easily be done later in life. Scooby was on the streets before we adopted him and so even after we bought him home and he'd get angry when we even just came in smelling like other cats but he's perfectly fine with having other cats in the household. I do think I prefer cats because while they can get just as needy I'm way more used to caring for them compared to dogs. In short don't let your dreams be dreams lol

#🐾 anon

[because-of-a-friend]

Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

One day I will come up with titles for my works lol. 

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you. 

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.  

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

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[sapnotfoundbutwastaken]

hey!! im new to tumblr but i love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a request for me? basically the reader is assigned to share a dorm with someone in your university, but it so happens that your dorm mate is dream, but you both hate eachother. you can try working out how they start to get a long. it could be something like angry sex or some shit but idk, feel free to play around with it!!!

brat • dream smut

a/n : welcome to tumblr, anon !! so glad you like my writing, here you go :)

POV: first person

gn!reader

pronouns: they / them

gn!physiology

warnings: smut/nsfw, enemies to lovers, “sir”, degradation, very very VERY dom/sub, bottom!reader

University. It was most definitely a mixed bag; you shove your hand into it and have no clue what you’re gonna grab out of it. Was I gonna be sitting out on the grass with my new lifelong best friends, or was I gonna end up in miserable and making half-joking comments about how much I hate my life? I guess the answer ended up being neither, but something much more complicated.

I walked into my dorm room for the first time. It was pretty bare, both of the beds completely stripped of sheets, pillows, and blankets. I walked in, taking in the new environment that I was gonna be surrounded by for the next few months until my first break. ‘This looks... depressing,’ I thought, putting down my backpack as well as the suitcases full of all of my things. I began to unpack.

I heard a person come open the door to the room. “Hey, I’m Clay... I think you’re my roommate. You can call me Dream.” I spun around, looking at him. I simply nodded, not knowing what exactly to say.

“Uh, yeah, I’m [y/n].” I turned back to my clothes, letting the silence that was once there envelope the room once again. He tended to his side of the room as I tended to mine.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” I rolled my eyes. ‘Oh god, he’s one of those people.’

“Uh, I mean I just don’t really know you yet.” I pulled my sheets out of one of the suitcases, unfolding them.

“That’s dumb, how are you gonna get to know me if you’re all quiet?” I ignored his question. I know that simply letting him talk will give me all of the information I need to know about him. “See, you don’t even know what to say, I’m right.” ‘Cocky much?’

“I don’t need to talk to you to know you.” I could almost feel his glare into the back of my head.

He scoffed, “No, you don’t need to talk to me to make assumptions. Tell me one thing you know about me.”

I turned around and looked at him. “First, people only show their good side, so I like to make my own observations of their behavior. For example, you’re cocky as fuck.”

He rolled his eyes, turning back to his bed to unpack his things. “Okay, then here’s my ‘observation’, you’re a bitch.”

“Okay, and you’re an asshole.” I retorted, childishly, before putting in my headphones and deciding to ignore him as much as possible. ‘Out of every fucking person I could be paired with... why him?’

-

I walked from the bus stop up the stairs of the dorm building and to my shared room with... him. Dream, as he told me to call him. As much as I hated his attitude and almost everything about his annoying personality, I had to admit that after a month I was coming around in a way. Maybe I didn’t find him completely unbearable, but I definitely still didn’t like him.

I entered the space and set my bag next to my desk. Dream was laying on his bed, looking at his phone. “Hey, I’m having like 3 friends over here tonight, so could you find a place to stay?” I looked at him, my expression dripping with ‘say deadass’.

“Uh, no? You can’t tell me things like this last minute, dude. This is my place, too,” I stated, letting the truth onto him. His attention darted from his phone to me.

“I can’t just cancel!” He exclaimed in defense.

“Yes you can, and you will! Reschedule it for another time.” He was silent, staring at me.

“Fine,” He mumbled after a moment of quiet. I turned to my desk, taking out my homework for the day and setting it down. I walked into our shared bathroom with some comfortable clothes and turned on the shower. Stripping off my clothing, I stepped in as soon as it was hot enough. I sighed in content, the steaming water caressing my body and relaxing my muscles. 

After a bit of washing myself and relaxing, I turned off the water and stepped out onto the tile. As I changed into my clothes, I could hear Dream talking through the door, “They’re fucking annoying, man, but they’re hot so whatever, I guess.” My eyes widened as he spoke. ‘...me?’

I can’t say that I never found him hot. He’s tall, broad shoulders, pretty green eyes... who wouldn’t be attracted to him? He’s hot, but he’s a dumbass, and I think that’s the only thing that was stopping me from pursuing him.

I walked out after I finished drying my hair, bringing the blonde boy’s attention to me. “I gotta go, talk to you later,” He rushed out, hanging up in a hurry. I quirked a brow at him in confusion.

“What was that about?” I asked, taking a seat at my desk.

“Had to cancel. Nothin’ else.” I chuckled at his attempt to not share much.

“So who’s this hot but annoying person you were talking about?” I questioned, my eyes changing course to look at his face.

His cheeks flared up, his freckled skin turning pink. “Don’t listen in on my phone conversations, bitch,” He said harshly.

I stood up. “Excuse me? Listen, I already told you to stop talking to me like that-”

“You’re so hot when you look like that,” He interrupted me. Now it was my turn to start blushing.

“L-Like what?” I asked, half mumbling.

“When you get all worked up. That’s why I like bothering you so much.” I was stuck in my spot, unsure of what to say to that. The thought of Dream finding me hot was so insanely flustering for whatever reason, and it never occurred to me until that moment. 

He got up, walking over to me. I looked up and into his eyes. “Sometimes, when you make me really mad, I think about slamming you into your mattress,” He said, quietly, making the rasp in his voice stick out. “And just taming you... because you’re just such a brat, sometimes.” My breath got caught in my throat, I felt like I couldn’t even speak. “Sometimes a brat needs to be put in their place, don’t you think?” I nodded. “Use your words.”

“I, uh- yes, sir,” I stuttered out. A smirk pulled at his lips, and his hand made it’s way up to my cheek, cupping my face. He slowly pushed his thumb between my lips, causing me to start sucking it. He pulled it out, my mouth releasing it with a quiet ‘pop’.

“Get on your knees, angel.” I obeyed immediately and got down on my knees. “You wanna undo my belt?”

I nodded, eagerly. “Yes, please?” He nodded, humming an ‘mhm’. I bit my lip as I undid his belt before unbuttoning his jeans. I glanced up at his face before unzipping them as well and pulling them down. I could see the outline of his hard-on through his boxers. I slowly and softly palmed him over the thin material, eliciting a low, quiet moan.

“Take them off, sweetheart.” I nodded and pulled down his underwear, his cock springing up due to the sudden freedom. I licked the palm of my hand before wrapping it around his shaft and slowly moving it up and down. I looked up at his face, seeing his lip between his teeth as I touched him.

“Can I use my mouth, sir?” I asked him, even though I already know the likely answer.

He nodded, “Mhm, use your mouth.” I softly licked the tip of his member before wrapping my lips around it, sucking lightly. I started bobbing my head, taking more of him in my mouth every time I went back down. “Do you think you can deep-throat me, angel?”

I nodded. “C-Can I do that, sir?” He nodded, his hand making it’s way into my hair. I slowly started to take more of him in my mouth, eventually getting to the point of him hitting the back of my throat. I choked a little but pushed through it. I continued to take as much as I could down my throat, Dream softly fucking my face.

“Just like that, baby,” He groaned as I continued to bob my head. He pulled a bit on my hair, sending heat down between my legs. He pulled my head off of his dick by my hair, a string of spit bridging the gap. “Get on the bed, safe word is puppy.” I nodded and jumped up off of the floor and onto my bed.

He yanked my sweatpants down, pulling down my underwear with it. I pulled my shirt over my head and he did the same to himself. “You want my cock, baby? Look at how turned on you are.”

I let out a soft moan as he rubbed me right where I needed it. “I want it so bad, sir, please..” I begged. He bit his lip before pulling a bottle of lube out of his dresser.

“Get on your stomach, I’m gonna fuck your pretty little hole from behind.” Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I followed his directions. I could hear the slippery liquid being drizzled and spread all over his cock, it only made me want him more.

He slowly pushed into me, making a moan uncontrollably escape my lips. “Fuck...” I whispered.

“Yeah, you like feeling all full, don’t you? Such a fuckin’ whore for me,” He teased slowly moving with my permission. He gradually sped up, the two of us letting out moan after moan, the sound of our skin colliding being the only other sound filling the room. “You’re such a goddamn brat,”

“I... I know, sir... please- please don’t stop!” His hand made it’s way into the roots of my hair, pulling it, making it hurt so perfectly.

“Yeah? Don’t stop?” He asked, breathlessly as he started going faster. “I’m not gonna stop, angel.” I bit my lip, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he pounded into me.

I touched myself as he fucked me, making everything feel double as good. “S...s-sir, I-I’m gonna... D-Dream, please!” I let out incoherent sentences.

“Aw, look, you can barely talk. Come on, sweetheart, cum for me like a good little slut.” The knot in my stomach fell apart as he spoke, a loud moan leaving my body once again. He let me ride out my high before pulling out and stroking himself and releasing all over my back. I bit my lip as I felt the warm liquid hit my skin.

He laid down beside me. “What do we say?” He asked, teasingly.

I giggled. “Thank you, sir.”

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[ptergwen]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy type thing based on the gif of ur navigation page. Ya know the scene in the movie where he can see whos doing what on their phones? and maybe the reader is like talking about their crush on him? i think tht woukd be a rly cool concept. but you dont have to do it if you dont want to :)

this is really cute omg i never would’ve thought of it either :,)

i couldn’t find the gif in question but close enough

“i have access to the entire stark global security network, including multiple defense satellites,” edith tells peter as he looks around the bus through his glasses. “as well as back doors to all major telecommunication networks,” she adds on. peter’s eyes go wider, images of his classmates’ and teachers’ phones popping up.

“woah,” he mumbles to himself. he can see people’s texts, google searches, everything. peter can’t help but be curious about what you’re up to. you’re sitting alone and kind of hunched over in your seat, so he assumes your phone is out. that gives him an idea.

“um, edith?” peter asks for his new... friend. she responds almost immediately. “yes, peter?” “what’s y/n doing?” your picture, name, and a view of your screen show up in his glasses. “i can’t believe that worked” he mutters and glances over at you again in person. you sit a few rows ahead of him.

he’d wanted to sit with you for the ride, but dimitri wouldn’t let him. something about blowing his cover.

peter focuses in on your screen again. you’re texting mj, in long paragraphs, and her messages back are just as lengthy. it seems like it’s a pretty personal conversation. maybe he shouldn’t be snooping on you. “edith, could you-“ his heart beats a little faster when he sees his name come up. he’s technically not snooping if it’s about him.

“yes, peter?” edith prompts him. “never mind,” he dismisses her, wanting to find out why he was mentioned. he sneaks a quick peek at mj to make sure she hasn’t caught on. she has a habit of always being in his business. she’s across the bus with brad next to her, so she hasn’t picked up on the fact that peter is watching you two.

chewing on your bottom lip, you type out your next message. peter jumps in his seat as it flashes across the screen.

you

i really like him and i thought he liked me too but he’s been kind of like... idk avoiding me the whole trip?

“i’m not avoiding her!” peter whisper yells, biting the inside of his cheek while he waits for mj to reply. it then hits him what you said in the first part. you like him. not just like him, really like him. he could pass out right now and call this a dream. he’s been crushing on you for a while, but he was too scared to say something. this is definitely a confidence booster.

mj

wdym avoiding you? he’s been ditching the whole class y/n/n. kinda sus if u ask me

you

stopppp 😭 maybe he has something going on bc he’s been weird since before we left

mj

uh he’s been weird his whole life

peter purses his lips at that, eyebrows furrowed in offense. he can’t believe nick fury is ruining his love life. or, the potential of him having a love life. you could’ve been cuddled up next to him and listening to music together right now. he’d made a playlist for the trip of both your favorite songs, that specific reason being why.

but, no. nothing that isn’t superhero related can ever go peter’s way. he’s had enough of fury and his team controlling him.

you

i don’t wanna get dramatic or whatever but should i just give up? if peter is busy i don’t wanna overwhelm him

“thanks, edith. you can stop showing me now,” peter decides, getting up from his seat before he loses his nerve to. he makes his way through the aisle and over to you. “i said all kids stay seated!” dimitri scolds him with a stern look through the front mirror. he doesn’t actually care if people get up, he just wants to keep peter away from everyone else. good thing he’s the one driving so he can’t do anything about it.

“sorry!” peter calls back, making you look up from your phone. giving him a lopsided smile, you quickly shut it off. you didn’t expect him to be the rule breaker getting yelled at. “hey,” you greet him. “hey. can i sit with you?” peter smiles back, without the nervousness. he already knows your feelings are mutual.

you scoot closer to the window so there’s more room. “yeah, always.” “thanks,” he breathes out a laugh and takes his seat. “i like your glasses. when did you get those?” you compliment, loving the way the blue frames sit on his face. peter squints at you. “glasses? what glasses- oh.” he’d forgotten to take them off before coming over. great, now he needs an excuse.

“they... they, um, at this store in venice...” that’s all he can come up with. you’re guessing the glasses have something to do with his stress lately, and you’re not far off. you let him leave it at that. “well, they look really good on you. really really good,” you laugh and get a laugh of relief out of peter as well. “thank you, y/n/n.” “you’re welcome.” you’re grinning for real now, and being the cause of it makes peter so happy.

he’s ready to shoot his shot.

“do you wanna, um, listen to music with me?” peter asks softly over the loud rumbling of the bus. “i made a playlist... for us.” for us. him coming over here, thinking of you like that, the doubts you were having earlier are starting to fade away. you nod, a giggle slipping out of you. “yeah, we can share my earbuds. thanks, peter.”

you unzip your backpack and grab them, peter biting back another grin. this is working out exactly how he wanted it to. you hold out an earbud to him and put yours in. peter does the same, adjusting his while both of you move in so the wire doesn’t stretch. yup, that’s why. definitely not so you two can be closer.

“can i plug these in?” peter asks, taking the connecting end of the wire. “mhm,” you hum and watch him put it into his phone. he opens up spotify and goes to his playlist, titled with a smiley face and every pink heart emoji. that brings yet another smile to your face. “aw, that’s cute,” you comment, taking a leap of faith and resting your head on peter’s shoulder.

peter hits shuffle and makes a move of his own by resting his head on yours. he lowers the music a bit so he can say something to you, confess to you what he finally has the courage to you. “hey, y/n?” he mumbles, waiting for you to look at him. you already were. “i like you.” you settle into peter even more and let out a content sigh. “i like you, too.”

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland fluff

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“We’re Going to be Okay” - Chapter 2: Arrival

Chapter 1

Pairing: Josh Washington x Reader (Until Dawn)

Summary: You arrive at the Washington mansion and are greeted by a few familiar faces.

Words: ~5k

Contains: Fluff, pranks

A/N: None of these chapters are beta read, so again, please forgive me for any errors! Also, as I mentioned on the last chapter, this was written in August and the whole fic is already fully uploaded to my AO3. I’ll probably upload one more chapter here but the rest will stay on AO3.

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You get onto the bus after waiting for what feels like forever and see Sam sitting towards the middle of the rows of seats, so you quickly make your way towards her.

“Sam!” you yell, getting her attention and causing her to take out her earbuds and stand. “Oh my god it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

“I missed you so much, (Y/n)!” Sam draws your name out at the end and envelopes you in a hug, the both of you rocking back and forth. You pull away and Sam looks at you in the eyes. “Wow, I feel like you look older. I feel like I look exactly the same as I did in high school.”

“Sam, you know it’s only been a year since we’ve seen each other, right? And you do know that looking the same is probably a good thing, means you’re aging well,” you give her a sideways smile as you both drop into the seat Sam had been sitting in before, “also I think you look older actually. Maybe it’s the hair.” She laughs at that.

“Well, thanks, I appreciate that. So, how do you feel about being back? I certainly didn’t miss this bus ride and the way the city does not clear the roads when it snows.”

“I don’t know, it kind of feels weird coming back when we haven’t seen each other and every year before this we’ve been with each other practically 24/7, but I think that we’ll have fun this week, I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve missed everyone,” you answer.

“Yeah, same, I think this will be good for all of us. I’m super excited to see everyone, although some more than others I have to admit…”

“I’m just going to interpret that as you just want to see Hannah and not as you’re dreading the drama between Emily and Jess,” you tease, earning a laugh from her. Once you had heard Hannah and Sam had started dating, you were about ready to kill them both since you learned the information from Chris rather than either of the said girls in the relationship.

“Well, that’s definitely part of what I meant. I know Hannah and I are going to college in the same town, but I still don’t get to see her very much because we’re both super busy all the time, and we haven’t been able to have our monthly date night because she took finals early so she could help her parents with some new movie they’re working on.”

“They didn’t have Josh help?”

“Well they did but apparently they needed even more help than just him, I don’t know, Hannah hasn’t been able to tell me anything about it, apparently it’s some super big movie,” Sam explains. You hum an understanding, and with that the conversation ends and Sam lets you get settled better, so you take off your coat and move your suitcase to a more convenient place on the floor and listen to your own music through your earbuds.

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When the bus stops, you’re not ready to go back out into the cold, but you reluctantly take out your earbuds and put your coat back on and move to the aisle so that Sam can more easily gather her things. You both make your way to the front of the bus and thank the driver on your way out, and you are left to stand in the midday sun.

“And here begins the terrible trek to the lodge,” Sam comments and you both laugh. She takes the lead and you follow slightly behind, taking your time to observe your surroundings and ponder on the memories that come with them once again. Although the cold is miserable, you can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy inside at the nostalgia of seeing this forest again, with the frost-covered branches of the trees, the untouched snow only disturbed by the tracks of animals, and the feeling of being home.

By the time you and Sam get to the front porch of the lodge, you have to bend over to rest your hands on your knees. You seriously don’t get how Sam never gets winded climbing up the steep paths of this mountain, but you guess she’s been doing this longer than you have. Sam rings the doorbell and you stand up straight once again. You hear a muffled someone shout something from inside and the door is opened shortly after by the one and only Josh Washington, who looks between the two of you with a grin.

“Welcome, m’ladies. Please, do come in and make yourselves at home,” he says with a grand gesture towards the inside of the house, and wow, it’s the same Josh you’ve always known and you’re feeling feelings you’ve always felt. You shake them off and return to being a normal human being.

“Why thank you,” you and Sam say in unison, with Sam giving a slight curtsey. Once inside, Sam sets down her belongings and goes back over to Josh to give him a hug. You watch as they have a reunion similar to yours and Sam’s on the bus. If Sam’s hugging Josh, does that mean you should hug Josh too? It would make sense to hug after not seeing him for so long because that’s what friends do, right? But would that be too weird? Your million questions are interrupted by Josh saying your name and pointing at you with finger guns. God, that’s dorky.

“You know, you would think that because you’re both best friends with my sisters, I would see about an equal amount of both of you, but I guess my favorite college freshman in the entire city of Chicago is too busy for us Washingtons that aren’t Beth,” he jokes, acting like he’s offended, which makes you roll your eyes and try hard not to smile.

“Well, one of us is dating your sister, so that probably accounts for a higher interaction rate with your whole family,” you say, referencing Sam.

“Wow, you sound so smart when you prove me wrong,” Josh says as you two meet in a hug, and you’re surprised to find that it’s not as awkward as you thought it would be, it’s actually really, really, nice. Josh is taller than you remember, but he’s like the perfect height, and the way his arms feel around you and the heat of his body are all the perfect combination. God, you missed this. Josh asks you how you are as he pulls away, but just as you are about to answer, the Washington twins run down the stairs yelling their respective best friend’s (or girlfriend’s) name.

Your smile grows wider as Beth runs to you, and she practically knocks you over with the force she hugs you with. Beth squeezes you tight and you hold each other there, but you begin to realize Beth’s shoulder is damp and so are your cheeks. You both pull away slightly without completely letting go and you just look at her. You feel your chest well up and you take a deep breath in, but your breath is shaky. Beth gives you a small smile, but there are tears streaming down her face too. Something bubbles up inside you as you look at each other and the next thing you know, you’re doubled over laughing with Beth beside you.

Once the laughter subsides, you quickly hug Hannah while the three Washington siblings thank you and Sam for coming early and explain what you need to get done before everyone else arrives. There’s not too much that needs to be done, but it’ll keep you busy until dinner. You and Beth get put on bed assembling duty, so after you climb the stairs and put your things in Beth’s room, you grab one already-assembled pile consisting of sheets, pillow cases, blankets, and a comforter each and head to the guest rooms to get the beds ready. However, instead of you working on separate rooms to get more done in a shorter amount of time, you both work on the same room and assemble the beds together so that you can talk.

“So how’s life, how’s Elora?” you ask, mentioning Beth’s girlfriend as you begin to put the sheets on the bed.

“You know you can just ask her yourself, right?” she says with a lopsided smile. Elora had been in your friend group since a little before you moved to Montana, so she’s actually been friends with everyone longer than you, but you two had never really been close before senior year. Elora was always a lot closer to Emily than anyone else, and you just thought the two of them could be pretty rude sometimes, but throughout high school they both matured a lot and after Beth began crushing on Elora, you started to get closer to said girl.

“I know, I know, I’ve just been busy,” you reason.

“She’s good, college cheerleading is going really well for her. She’s also got this super cool internship she’s going to do next year. But… sadly she’s not going to be here this week. She’s going back to Hawaii for winter break with her parents to visit their family.”

“That sucks she’s not going to be here...” you pause while you struggle to tuck some blankets in, “have you guys done anything fun recently?”

Beth shrugs. “She did come visit around Thanksgiving and we spent some time together, watching movies, cooking, relaxing, which was really nice.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Sooo, I guess your parents agreed to let you come, huh? Or did you sneak out to come here?” Beth jokes, obviously knowing that’s something you wouldn’t do. At least not if you were going to be gone for a week.

“Huh, barely. I swear, they are so uptight about some things. I love them to death, but they need to chill about me coming here,” you let out an exasperated sigh as you pull the covers over the pillows.

“Did they ask you if Sam was coming again?”

“Yes! They do that every year. And guess what else they asked,” you look at her with your hands on your hips and continue your sentence in a whisper, “they asked me if I still like Josh.”

“Well, do you?” Beth smirks.

“Oh my god, Beth. No! I do not.”

“Mhm sure… sure, I believe you.” You shoot her a look, she puts her hands up in defense. “I’m just saying, you know, feelings could resurface.”

You sigh and mumble something under your breath, causing her to prompt you to speak up.

“I just said… I don’t know. Maybe,” you finally say.

“So that’s a yes, got it,” Beth winks. “Come on, we have more beds to prepare.”

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Finally everyone arrives at the lodge and you catch up with everyone briefly but spend a little longer catching up with Ashley and Chris, who apparently still aren’t dating. They really need to get a clue. Chris goes to talk to Josh, so you and Ashley talk about a new band that you both started listening to recently and apparently she has tickets to go see them over spring break, which is awesome. You ask how her classes are going and she tells you one of her teachers actually offered her a shadowing position during second semester classes.

After everyone gets settled, you all decide to watch a horror movie, so the lights are turned off and you naturally separate into your sort of more personal groups with blankets and popcorn. You, Beth, Hannah, and Sam claim the couch facing the TV and get comfy with two big blankets and prepare to hold tightly onto one another throughout the movie. You and Beth get scared multiple times by creepy noises in the movie despite only being around a third of the way through the movie, it’s not like you’re even at the scary parts yet.

The movie is quietly interrupted by some mentioning they’re thirsty and others, namely Mike and Jess, requesting the infamous “fruit punch” that is present every year of your winter break trip at the lodge, so Josh, ever the perfect host, goes to the kitchen to pour drinks for everyone. Everyone goes back to watching the movie, but you hear your name being whisper-shouted from behind you.

“Do you mind helping me with these?” Josh whispers, holding up a red solo cup once you turn around, so you nod and try to get up without disturbing Beth too much, but when you look back over, your three friends are staring at you smiling.

“All of you shut up,” you whisper, earning a “we weren’t saying anything” from Beth.

You walk to the kitchen and approach Josh. “What do you need me to do?” you ask.

“Can you hand out these drinks as I pour them?”

“Yeah, sure.” You take the two drinks that are already poured over to Mike and Jess and continue taking drinks to your friends until everyone has something.

“Do you want some?” Josh asks while pouring himself a cup. You nod and he hands you a drink.

“Thanks,” you smile up at him and turn to go back to your spot on the couch, but Josh gently grabs your arm to stop you.

“Wait, um…” his hand travels down to your wrist before letting go. He takes a step towards you and you feel your heart speed up, “do you want to help me prank everyone? There’s a bunch of old movie stuff downstairs that I was thinking about using.” You blink once. That was not what you were expecting. Your face heats up; of course it wasn’t what you were thinking.

“Uh sure, that sounds fun.”

“Cool, follow me,” that signature Josh smile returns to his face after hearing your reply. He quietly leads you downstairs and to what you guess is an old movie supply room.

“Wow… is this all stuff your parents used to use?” you ask, moving an outfit on a hanger to get a better look at it.

“Yeah, I think some of it’s from their rookie days and some of it’s stuff they’ve taken from movie sets over the years. Pretty cool, right?” he looks at you over his shoulder and you could swear he looks at you for a little too long, but maybe you’re imagining it. You continue looking around the room and inside different boxes until Josh interrupts, saying your name. “Look at this,” he says, gesturing with his head to the box he’s kneeling by. You oblige and kneel next to him, taking a look inside the box, which is filled with creepy masks.

“These are perfect for the job,” you laugh and rummage through the box for a good mask, Josh doing the same.

“How about this one?” he asks, making you look over at him to see a mask with a blank white face, pit black eyes with the plastic around it purposefully cracked, and exposed gums and teeth. Josh proceeds to make a creepy groaning noise and moves his face closer to yours to creep you out.

“That’s really disturbing, Josh,” you laugh even more as you grab the edge of the mask and pull it away from his face, but that results in your direct eye contact with him. You look into his pale green eyes and his expression is so soft and inviting; he looks back at you with an emotion you can’t decipher and you worry that if you keep looking, you’ll drown in him, so you take a deep breath and turn your attention back to the box, grabbing the creepiest mask you can quickly fine. “Uh this one looks— I think this one could work,” you say, still looking at the mask you picked, not noticing how Josh’s eyebrows furrow the slightest amount and how his gaze lingers on you, how he has to tear his eyes away from your face to look at the mask in your hands. There’s a switch and he’s back to himself, whatever moment that just happened passing quickly.

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” he smiles at the deformed face of the clown painted onto the mask. He stands up, his own mask in one hand, his other hand extended to help you up, which you take.

“So, what’s the plan?” you ask, returning the smile.

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With your new mask and clothes donned, you make your way back up the stairs, this time alone. The plan is, Josh went outside from a window in the basement and he’s going to go to the front door and knock, scaring them from the front, and you’ll stay inside the house and scare them from behind. You stand just below the tops of the steps, waiting for the knock.

“The two of them have been gone for a long time…” you hear Hannah say, she sounds worried.

“Maybe they’re busy in Josh’s room,” Mike’s voice responds, laughing. Huh… what does he mean by that? Does Mike know about your feelings for Josh?

“Will you shut up, Mike?” Beth sounds irritated. You know she would add on ‘only me, Sam, and Hannah can say stuff like that’ if she didn’t want to stop the conversation.

“What? I’m just—” Mike is cut off by a loud knocking on the door. Everyone goes quiet, the only noise coming from the TV.

“Did you guys hear that?” Ashley whispers, and is shushed by a few others. The knocking comes again, but harsher this time.

“I’m gonna go check it out, you guys stay here,” Mike says, but clearly he is not a very commanding leader, as all of the others follow him to the door, which is your cue to approach. “Who the fuck would be knocking on the door in the middle of the night in a snowstorm?” You get closer to the group, walking as quietly as possible. Soon, you’re right behind them all.

“Maybe it’s a murderer,” Ashley says panickedly. She’s at the very back of the group, so you put your hand tight over her mouth and grab her to bring her around the corner. She tries hard to fight you, but when you take off your mask and face her, motioning for her to be quiet, she calms down but not without putting her hand over her heart. “You scared me!” she mouths at you and you just wink at her, putting your mask back on.

“Ashley, why would a murderer knock on our door?” Emily says, then: “Ashley? Where did she go?”

Before everyone can attempt to turn back to look for her, there’s once again knocking on the door, this time sounding more violent. You peek around the corner and luckily, everyone is still facing the door. You watch as Mike goes to look through the peephole in the door, but then the door flings open, and there’s Josh in the creepy disguise, along with a fake knife you guys found. Everyone screams and turns around to run, but you step in front of them, your own disguise scaring them more. Josh takes a few steps up to Mike, grabs his shoulders, leans in, and quietly says “Boo.” Everyone screams again and you start laughing. Then, everyone’s faces turn from frightened to confused, as they look between you and Josh, who is now also laughing. You look at their faces and laugh even harder, having to clutch your stomach. You reach up and take your mask off.

“Oh my god, you guys should see your faces!” Josh says, taking off his own mask to wipe tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Fuck! It was you both that whole time?” Emily is practically fuming, and so is Mike at this point. He’s probably embarrassed he got scared in front of the ladies. However, the laughter grows as Chris processes what happened and joins in.

“Man, I have to admit, that was good,” Chris high fives Josh and goes to fistbump you, and you gladly return the gesture.

“Ah thank you, thank you,” Josh says with a bow, “I couldn’t have done it without my wonderful co-star.” He walks over to you, draping an arm around your shoulders and you look up to grin at each other and your face grows hot at the physical contact. But then, your heads snap to look behind you, towards the still-open door, when a distant screeching sounds off through the forest. You look at Josh with concern, then back outside.

“Oh come on guys, what was that?” Matt asks, “You just scared us, you’re going to have to try harder right after that.”

“No, that… that wasn’t us,” Josh comments sternly, clenching his jaw. If you weren’t so concerned about the noise you all just heard, you would take a moment to fawn over his jawline. “Let’s just… go back to the movie.” The others follow Josh’s suggestion while he closes and locks the door and you take off the large jumpsuit that was covering your normal clothing and put it in a pile along with the mask you had used. You go back to the kitchen and notice that Josh already sat down without his drink, so you grab both of your drinks and head back to the living room.

“Josh, you left your drink in the kitchen,” you whisper and hand him his drink, he gives you an appreciative smile. When you turn to sit back in your spot on the couch, you see that Beth’s legs are preventing you from doing so. “Beth, your legs have stolen my spot,” you joke.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty comfortable like this… and seeing as you scared us all half to death, I think I deserve to stretch out like this,” she gives you the most shit-eating grin, and you know exactly what she’s doing, so you narrow your eyes at her. You let out a huff and turn back around and sit on the ground just in front of the couch, next to Josh, who gives you a sympathetic smile. You turn your head back around to face the girls on the couch. “You know, it’s pretty chilly down here.” You are met with a blanket in the face as a response.

“Are you cold?” you ask Josh, willing to share the blanket.

“Yeah, a bit, thanks.”

You unfold the blanket and… they gave you the smallest blanket they had. You’re going to kill them the next chance you get. You spread the blanket out across both you and Josh as best as you can, which forces you to scooch closer to him. You’re not exactly complaining, but it’s awkward enough for you to take a few big gulps of the alcoholic concoction in your cup. When you set it back down, you notice Josh looking at you.

“It’s uh, good punch,” you saw awkwardly. He nods and turns back to the movie. Why did you say that? That was dumb. And embarrassing. Your face heats up thinking about what you just said, but you soon get over it and take the chance to covertly admire Josh while his full attention is on the movie. This lighting of the moonlight being the only thing illuminating his face does a lot of favors for him, not that he even needs it in the first place. Sure you had a crush on Josh in high school because you thought he was cute, but he’s really grown up over the past two years and grown into his features more. You look over his face and admire his jawline since you didn’t get to earlier; it was sharp and soft at the same time, and the small bit of stubble complimented him well. Your eyes move up from there and you look at his eyes, which look almost gray reflecting the moonlight. You had always loved Josh’s eyes and you’re glad that you got past being as shy as you were in high school, because then you couldn’t even make direct eye contact with him, so you didn’t really get to admire his eyes all that often. You move on to looking at his hair, his perfect dark brown curls that you long to rake your fingers through.

Your eyelids begin to feel heavy and you can no longer look at him, so you reluctantly turn back to the movie, but everything feels heavy and your mind feels foggy. You yawn and let your eyes rest for a moment and appreciate the warmth radiating off of Josh, although it is lulling you to sleep even faster. Before you even have the chance to overthink it, you rest your head on Josh’s shoulder and feel him stiffen for a brief moment before he relaxes once again. You feel his head turn, probably to look at you, but you give in to your body telling you to go to sleep, rather than your mind screaming at you that you need to get as far away from Josh as possible so you don’t embarrass yourself.

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A soft shaking of your shoulder rouses you from your sleep and somehow you feel heavier and wearier than before. You must not have slept for very long. The shaking gets slightly more intense as whoever is waking you probably can tell you’re just starting to wake. You hear Hannah say your name, or maybe it’s Beth? You should open your eyes to figure that out, but they’re too heavy to open.

“Come on, we gotta go to an actual bed. Don’t you like the sound of that? A bed and not a human being to rest on?” she begins talking to you like you’re a little kid, knowing it’ll make you annoyed. You slowly open your eyes and yes, it’s Beth, otherwise the method of being woken up would have been a lot more gentle and pleasant.

“Bite me,” you say sleepily. Wait, what was she talking about resting on a human? You take her hand and let her pull you to your feet, and that’s when you realize your phone’s not on you. “Wait, where’s my phone?” You feel around each of your pockets and, no, your phone isn’t there. You probably left it on the floor. You turn back around to look for it and your eyes land on Josh, who is holding out your phone to you. Oh. That’s what she meant by resting on another person. Your face burns and you lean down to accept your phone from Josh, who is still sitting in the exact same position from when you fell asleep, but is looking awkwardly at you and Beth.

“Oh, I am so sorry, Josh, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, it was probably really uncomfortable and—” you can’t finish your sentence because Josh cuts you off.

“It’s okay, don’t sweat it,” he smiles and you’re not completely convinced, but you drop it and turn back around to Beth, who has her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes at you, not in an angry way, but in a ‘get your shit together and just tell him you like him’ kind of way.

“Wow, that was the most painful interaction I have ever watched,” Beth whispers to you as you reach the base of the stairs.

“Shhh! What if he can hear you?” you pause. “Also, it’s not my fault that I’m a mess.” You glance back to check if Josh heard anything and make eye contact with him. Your heart flutters a bit. He quickly turns his head to look forward instead of looking at you from across the room. That was weird. You follow Beth the rest of the way to her room and try to calm yourself back down. Of course you had to be awake now after that awkward mess and not while you were actually watching the movie. As soon as you enter Beth’s room, you flop down face-first on her bed.

“UGHHHHH,” the pillow muffles your groan so luckily you won’t be disturbing whoever is in the next room over. You feel a weight drop down on your back that crushes you. “Beth, can you get off of me?” you ask in a weak voice.

“Hey, look at how cute you two were down there,” she completely ignores you and puts her phone in front of your face, showing you a picture she must’ve taken from behind while you were asleep. The picture was pretty dark without any lights on in the house, so it was more of a silhouette than anything, but you could still make out the details of Josh’s curls, the details of your top, and the color of your own hair, making it undeniable that it was the two of you in the photo. You felt a tension in your chest. You didn’t quite know how to feel about the photo. On one hand, it created more of that light, bubbly feeling in your chest; this photo meant that you hadn’t dreamt it and that there is proof of your moment with Josh. On the other hand, it caused you to scream at yourself in your head and want to crawl into a dark hole and never come out because you fell asleep on the boy that you like and what if that made him uncomfortable or what if, oh this would be terrible, you snored in his ear? Now you have a new thing to worry about, and you definitely aren’t going to ask him if you did because that would be even worse.

“You know Beth, I think we need to go to sleep, I’m pretty tired,” you tell her.

“You’re just trying to avoid a conversation about you sleeping on my brother,” she can see right through you, it’s annoying sometimes.

“Well yes, but we also need to sleep so we can actually do stuff tomorrow.”

Beth sighs and gets off of you to sit beside you. You gasp for air once she gets off and then prop yourself up on your elbows. She gives you a look.

“Can we please talk about it?”

“Fine.”

“It’s obvious that you still like him… or at least it’s obvious to me, Hannah, and Sam. We all see how you look at him and the way you get nervous around him, although you’ve gotten a lot better at hiding it. You should make a move, I mean it’s not like you can lose much from it, other than making it awkward if he were to reject you, but that would pass on its own. You haven’t found anyone in Chicago that you like yet, you’re both still single, and I’m like ninety percent sure Josh wouldn’t reject you.”

“Oh wow, he wouldn’t reject me, that’s so comforting,” you say sarcastically.

“What I mean is,” Beth hesitates, “I don’t know that I should tell you.” Your eyes widen.

“Tell me what?”

“It’s just… I don’t know, I think Josh had a thing for you in high school. He never told us for sure, but… I just mean…” she sighs, “I don’t think your feelings are completely unrequited.”

You grab the nearest pillow and smack Beth in the face.

“AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?” you question.

“I wanted you to figure it out on your own! Buuut I guess you still get to do that since you don’t know that he likes you right now.”

“You are the worst, Beth Washington. But also the best, so thank you.”

“You know you love me,” she responds, and she’s right.

With that conversation over, you two finally get ready for bed so that hopefully you’re not too tired for whatever comes tomorrow.

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