#long awaited daniel fluff to make up for the daniel angst is here

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For Death or For Glory (2) // JTK

The long awaited second chapter. If you need a refresher course, reread Chapter 1, here.

Characters: Jake x Lily (oc) Warnings: As always, this is 18+. Mentions of murder and theft. Tiny bit of fluff if you squint. Angst, alluding to/mentioning death. Smut. Masturbating (male). Dirty thoughts ( I guess that can be a warning, ha). As always, if I miss something please let me know. Author's note: Apologies for any grammatical errors, I tried to fix everything that I could find but I hope you enjoy! I've missed pirate!Jake. I also promise to try my best to stay on top of this series.

Leaning over his horse, Joshua huffs a breath in boredom. Samuel glances over at him and Joshua rolls his eyes. Samuel chuckles and shakes his head. “Are we almost there?” Joshua groans.

“Almost.” Lydia says. “Just beyond those hills.” She points to the horizon in front of them.

“Maybe we should stop for the night.” Joshua suggests.

“Getting tired?” Samuel teases.

“More like hungry.” Joshua says. “We haven’t eaten since we left the other town and Jacob’s hogging all the food he bought.”

“More like stole..” Lily retorts.

Jacob rolls his eyes. He reaches into the bag that hangs from his saddle and pulls out of a loaf of bread before tossing it at Joshua. “Eat.” Joshua sarcastically smiles before he begins to pick at the bread.

“I think we should stop for the night.” Lily says.

“We are almost there,” Jacob says. “We can make it.”

“Jacob, it’s getting late and we’re getting tired.”

“The sooner we get to this town–whatever it is–we can rest then.” He says as he keeps moving his horse forward. “Let’s go.”

“As much as I hate to fuel the fire that seems to be building here, he’s right–we need to keep going. And these woods aren’t safe to stay in.” Lydia says as she trots back and forth on her horse.

“What do you mean?” Samuel inquires as he reaches over to Joshua and grabs the loaf of bread.

“Hey! Give that back!” Joshua shouts as he tries grabbing for the loaf but Samuel holds it out of reach while he breaks the bread in half. He hands the other half back to Joshua who huffs and pouts. “Why do I get the smaller piece?”

“Because you’re the shortest.” Samuel teases before riding his horse up alongside Lydia. “Now, back to these woods. Why aren’t they safe?”

Lydia breathes a sigh. “At night, things come out.”

“What things?” He asks.

“Wolves, witches, elves–”

“Oh my..” Josh snickers.

Jacob sighs and rolls his eyes. “Well, it seems Joshua will fit right in with the elves.” Samuel jokes, though his smile soon fades as he sees Lydia’s expression on her face. He clears his throat and takes a bite of the bread.

“Wolves will tear you limb from limb if they catch you off guard, which they will,” Lydia begins to explain. “The elves are thieves and murderers and the witches—they are the worst of them all.”

“How so?” Lily asks.

“Have you ever heard of sirens?” Lydia says. All three of the boys lower their heads, unable to each other or anyone else in the eyes. “I take that as a yes. These witches are land sirens as we like to call them. They lure men into these woods, if they haven’t found themselves here already, and they will use their weaknesses against them–love, sex, pride. Whatever your weakness is will ultimately be the cause of your death.”

Samuel, wanting to be the one to pretend not to be scared, scoffs. “Pfft, how bad can that be?”

Jacob halts his horse and turns to face Samuel. “Need I remind you what happened to our father all those years ago?” He says. “We all saw what happened.. We won’t let that happen again.”

“You already did..” Samuel says in a solemn voice. “That’s how Daniel ended up in prison.”

In a flash, Jacob has his sword pulled around his waist and pressed into Samuel’s throat. “I suggest you shut it..”

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” Samuel challenges. “Your own brother?”

“That is enough.” Lily says as she rides her horse over to the two. “Our goal is free Daniel and not bickering over whose fault it is that landed him in prison is not our main focus.” She rests her hand on Jacob’s wrist and lowers his sword away from Samuel’s throat. “Now let’s keep moving.”

Eventually they all made it to a clearing. “The town isn’t much further,” Lydia says as she leads them through the clearing. “Once we get there, I’ll be able to bring you to my uncle’s shop and you can stay in the upstairs living quarters until I can secure you a ship to leave on.”

Jacob rides up besides Lily and kicks her foot with his. She turns her head to look at him and finds him stretching out his hand, offering an apple. Her eyebrows furrow and she shakes her head. He clears his throat and shoves the apple closer to her.

“You should eat,” He says. “You haven’t had anything since we got here.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” He says, shrugging his shoulders and still holding the apple out to her. “But I don’t want you passing out and slowing us down.”

Lily scoffs and snatches the apple out of his hand and takes a bite out of it. In all honesty, she was hungry but she wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction that he quenched her hunger. She rolls her eyes and he scoffs as a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Finally they reach the town that Lydia had spoken of. Jacob sighs in relief and climbs off the horse when they approach a small cottage just outside of the town. It was quiet, a little bit dark, but otherwise it felt safe. Jacob always had this thing in him, allowing him to know whether danger was nearby. A feeling of intuition. He does help Lily down from her horse, despite her refusing his hand. He shoots a wink as she huffs and fixes her dress.

“You know, if you wore pants, it would be a lot easier to get around.” Lydia says as she walks up the door of the cottage.

“She’s a princess, they don’t wear pants.” Jacob teases.

“Well then, princess, I’d start doing so if I were you.” Lydia pulls open the door and waves her arm for the others to step inside. “You all can stay here until I can secure you a way off this island.” She says as she closes the door behind them. “There are rooms upstairs, please go decide for yourselves which ones you’d like to sleep in–although a couple of you will need to bunk.

The boys immediately took off up the stairs, clamoring over each other–shoving and pushing and shouting curse words to one another. These are the people that Lily is stuck with. Wonderful.

Huffing and picking up the ends of her dress, she makes her way upstairs to the second floor of the cottage. She can hear them still bickering over the rooms at the other end of the hallway so she goes to the other end and chooses the one lone room. She pushes open the door and steps inside. The cool breeze of the evening blows through the room, brushing her skin ever so lightly like a soft feather.

She’s broken out of her thoughts when she hears Jacob huffing. “I’d rather share a room with Samuel..” She turns to face him and folds her arms over her chest.

“At least I do not snore.” She says with a small shrug of her shoulders. Jacob scoffs and walks over to the bed.

“There’s only one bed..” He says.

��Very good, Jacob.” She says sarcastically. “You can count.”

Jacob sneers at her and stands up. “Well I am not sharing the bed with you.”

“Good, because I have already been thinking of making you sleep on the floor.” Lily says as she makes her way over to the bed and sits down on the other side.

A knock comes on the doorframe and they both look over to see Lydia. She holds two different stacks of clothing in her arms. “Fresh clothing to wear to bed, more comfortable.” She says as she approaches the bed. She looks towards Lily, a hint of a smirk playing on her face. “If you two are uncomfortable sharing a bed, I can carry up a small cot–though I must say that it is very uncomfortable so..”

“Saves you from sleeping on the floor, hmm?” Lily says as she looks over at Jacob.

He rolls his eyes and stands from the bed. “Fine..”

Once Lydia is gone from the room, Jacob snatches up his clothes and steps behind the changing curtain. “No such thing as ladies first with you, huh?” Lily says from the bed.

“I’d hardly consider you a lady.” Jacob responds from behind the curtain.

“Watch yourself, Jacob.”

“Or what?” He leans his head out to look at her. “You’ll have me arrested? Hanged? Stoned to death?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Your royal status has no power here.”

“Until we get back.” She says as she stands from the bed.

“Oh well,” Jacob leans back behind the curtain to finish getting changed. “Then I shall be awaiting my demise when we return you home.”

“Ahh, you won’t stay as well?”

“Ha!” Jacob laughs. He steps out from behind the curtain, the white billowing shirt untied and exposing his top half. Lily grabs her clothes from the bed and walks over to the curtain. “So I can be your prisoner for all of eternity?” He twirls his finger, ordering her to turn around and she does so he can untie her dress. Unwarranted but not unwanted. “You really should consider wearing something other than a dress. The ties on this are awful.” He taps her shoulder and she steps behind the curtain to change into the night clothing.

“I’ve worn a dress all my life.. Was always taught that a lady mustn’t show her legs.”

“Times are changing, princess. It might be time that you follow along with it.” Jacob sits down on the bed and leans forward on his knees.

“It’d be highly inappropriate for me–I represent my kingdom and my people.”

“As I have said a little bit ago.. Your status holds no power here. This is not your kingdom, nor are the waters.” Lily steps out from behind the curtain in a white nightgown. “You can be who you want to be–who you desire to be.. That is why my brothers and I live on the sea. No one to tell us who we should be or what we should do. No laws, just fresh air and freedom.”

“Filthy pirates, you are.” Lily walks over to her side of the bed and sits down. She begins undoing her hair and redoing it into a simple braid. She feels the bed move and she glances over her shoulder to see Jacob grabbing the extra pillow off of the bed and tossing it to the floor.

“I don’t believe Lydia will be coming back,” He says as he retrieves a blanket from the end of the bed and tosses it to the floor beside the pillow. “Might as well make myself comfortable.” Lily only watches him before getting ready for bed herself and sliding underneath the covers. It didn’t take long before sleep finally took over the both of them.

Though in the middle of the night, Jacob was awakened by Lily’s screams. Bolting upright on the floor, he scrambles to his feet to find her tossing and turning in the bed. Tears are pouring down her face as she cries out for her father. Rushing over to her side, Jacob grabs her shoulders and starts to wake her.

“Lily!” He calls. “Lily, wake up!” Her hands fight him as she tries pushing him off. “Lily, stop! Wake up!” Finally she awakens from her nightmare, her eyes widening as she looks up at Jacob. She collapses into his arms in a fit of tears, her body shaking against his.

The bedroom flies open and Joshua and Samuel run in with their swords drawn. “What is happening here?” Joshua questions.

“Put your weapons,” Jacob huffs. “Everything is okay. She was having a nightmare.”

Samuel sighs and lowers his sword. “That was awful,” He says. “I thought I was dreaming until I heard Joshua’s loud feet pounding on the floor in the room beside.”

“Go back to bed,” Jacob orders. “I can handle it from here, she’ll be okay.”

As the two turn back around and leave the room, Jacob pulls Lily off of him and lifts her chin. “Are you okay?” She meekly nods her head and wipes her face with the backs of her hands.

“I apologize for waking you up,” She says. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Jacob shakes his head. “You were screaming for your father,” He says as he sits down on the bed. “Were you dreaming about the attack?” Lily nods her head, her bottom lip quivering.

“I’m sorry..” She says.

“Stop apologizing.” He says. “I can understand having nightmares… I dream about my father’s death on occasion..” He clears his throat. “But that is a story for another time..” He gently pats her knee and stands from the bed. “Try to go back to sleep.” He says before beginning to make his way back to his spot on the floor.

“Jacob?” He hears her whisper. He turns back to face her and she lifts her head. “Can you lay with me please?” She says. “Just until I fall back asleep..”

Jacob wrestles with the thoughts in his mind. Should he or should he not? Giving in, he climbs onto the bed and crawls over to Lily. He stays above the covers but holds them up for her to get back underneath. He allows her to get comfortable, though his body slightly tenses as she lays her head against his chest. He gulps and watches her. Relaxing his body, he carefully rests his arm around her shoulders.

Though his heart remained at the same pace, he could feel the nervous feeling coursing through his veins. Why is he nervous? It’s only the princess. A girl he’s watched grow up but barely knows. A girl he’s watched from afar as he terrorizes vulnerable people while she lives prosperously inside of a castle on the very island that turned itself on him and his brothers.

Even being on her father’s ship, the king of the island, he still hardly ever spoke to her, let alone even being near her. The king forbade the crew on the ship from communicating with his daughter.

How he and his brothers found their way on the ship was by sheer luck. The king was against allowing pirates to join his crew but when he learned of the riches he could obtain when and if he helped release Daniel from prison, he couldn’t say no. Jacob knew the king’s weaknesses. Greed and power were of those. And so the three of them were granted passage onto the ship to rescue their friend. Now they find themselves stranded on an island that they know nothing of with no ways of travel to free Daniel.

The next morning, he wakes up to find his front close to Lily’s back and his arms wrapped securely around his waist. His face is slightly buried in her hair, he notices that it smells a little sweet. But that’s when he feels something that makes his blood run cold and his body tense. Slowly he moves away from her, careful to wake her and slides across the bed. The hardened bulge beneath his pants plainly evident. He climbs out of the bed and quickly leaves the room to relieve himself in the washroom.

Her eyes. Her smile when she smirks at him. The way her dress hugs every curve of her body perfectly. Even the way her nipples were hardened beneath her nightgown.

He chews on his tongue to keep himself silent as he pumps his length in his fist. He shouldn’t be doing this. But he can’t control it, no matter how bad it is.

Finally relieving himself, he washes down the washbasin and grabs fresh linen to dry himself off and redresses into his night clothes and goes back to the bedroom. Lily is still fast asleep in bed, or so he had thought.

“Are you okay?” She asks, nearly making him jump out of his skin.

“I thought you were still asleep..” He says as he sits at the end of the bed.

“The quickness of you leaving woke me up.” She says as she turns over into her back. “You’re not as quick or quiet as you may think you are. Aren’t pirates supposed to be stealthy?”

He scoffs. “Pirates are drunk nearly all the time, not one that I have met is stealthy.” He turns around on the bed. “Did you sleep okay?” She nods her head and rests her arms back over her head, resting them on the pillow. He averts his eyes to a different part of the bed as she stretches, her back arching slightly.

Control yourself, Jacob.

“I didn’t have any bad dreams after that one.” She says with a little giggle. “Maybe sleeping with you keeps them at bay.”

He scoffs again, a little bit of a smile appearing. He pushes off the bed and shakes his head. “Not happening again, princess.” Lies. He wants it to happen again. “Maybe you should start working on controlling your dreams. Can’t rely on someone else to keep them away.”

Her face hardens and she throws the sheets off of her before climbing out of bed. “And you should really work on being a little kinder. Just because you’re a pirate, doesn’t mean that there is compassion inside of you. Last night, I thought maybe for once you could be the least bit kind. You could have just brushed me aside and made me go to sleep but instead you laid with me like I requested.”

“You’re a princess, I was simply following your orders.”

“Even though I have no power on land that I do not possess nor the sea? Isn’t that what you said?”

Playing your own game against you, Jacob. Are you going to allow it?

A knock comes on the door before he can respond back. Lily pulls it open and Lydia stands in the hallway with a bundle of clothing in her hands. “I brought fresh linen for the princess,” She says. “Pants, of course. Easier for travel and less of a pain in the ass to take off.”

“Thank you, Lydia.” Lily says as she takes the clothes from Lydia.

“Of course,” She says, with her eyes traveling the length of Jacob’s body. Of course Lily notices and inhales sharply before reaching for the door. “Breakfast will be ready soon. So please come downstairs once the two of you are dressed.”

Once she is gone, Lily closes the door and brings her clothes over to the bed. Jacob watches her every move. A smirk grows on his face as he realizes that she’s jealous. She obviously won’t say anything. Good for her. But he will. Tease her a little.

“I saw the way you reacted when she looked at me,” He says. The visible action of her body tensing makes him chuckle. “For someone who thinks of me only as a filthy pirate, I’d say you seem a little.. Hmm.. What’s the word? Jealous? Green with ivy?”

Lily spins to face him, her eyebrows tightly knitted together. “I do not know what you are talking about.” She gathers up the clean clothes and steps behind the changing curtain.

“It’s okay if you are.” He says as he reclines himself on the bed. “A lot of women fawn over me..”

“Ha!” Lily laughs. “Me? Fawn over you?” She scoffs and tosses her nightgown over the top of the curtain. He catches a small glimpse of her silhouette as the sun touches the curtain. “I would never be caught fawning over a pirate.”

A few minutes later, she steps out from behind the curtain fully dressed and running her fingers through the length of her hair.

“If she wants to sleep with you, by all means, she can have you.”

Jacob chuckles and he sits back up. “I don’t want her..” He says.

“No?” Lily reaches her discarded dress and begins to neatly fold it. She’ll have to figure out how to pack it to bring it back home. “She’s rather pretty. I mean, have you seen the way her body is sculpted?”

Yes but not hers. Yours.

“I’d kill for a body like hers. The way her breasts are perfectly round.”

Yours are better. Though I’ve never actually seen them.

“Her eyes are piercingly blue.”

Yours are brown but still more beautiful than hers.

“And her lips. I bet they’re soft. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t into her.”

I'd be lying if I said I weren’t into you.

Oh bloody hell, Jacob. Pull yourself together. She is a princess.

He clears his throat and stands up from the bed. “We should go see if breakfast is ready.” He says before quickly leaving the room.

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masterlist

here you can find all my works listed by driver! happy reading! key: ᡣ𐭩 - fluff | ✧˖ - smut | ☾ - instagram au/smau | ꕤ - angst

CARLOS SAINZ

good night's sleep (18+) ✧˖ you wake up feeling more than a little needy, luckily your sweet doting boyfriend is there to help

CHARLES LECLERC

the playlist series masterlist ᡣ𐭩 (future✧˖ ) (partially ☾ ) surely travelling the world means you won’t bump into the same person twice right? wrong. everywhere you go, charles is right there and as he keeps appearing in front of you, he keeps appearing in your thoughts and eventually your heart…  (or, the one in which your manager is a big F1 fan and decides to plan your world tour to match the F1 calendar and your bandmates like to play cupid) (singer!reader)

bear hugs au masterlist (bearman!oldersister!reader) ᡣ𐭩 ✧˖ ☾ ꕤ step into the world of you and ollie bearman and your boyfriend charles leclerc. a selection of longer fics and shorter drabbles with a sprinkling of social media chapters. the original fic can now be found on the masterlist!

love letters (a two part fic) ☾ ꕤ to ᡣ𐭩dear... (part 1): after you breakup with your boyfriend rather publicly, you struggle to compose your new album, until you hear this mysterious guy's music on spotify... with love from (part 2): it's been a year since you released your breakup album and now everyone is eagerly awaiting your new love songs about your new man

GEORGE RUSSELL

blooming soon!

LANDO NORRIS

tour diaries ᡣ𐭩 ☾ lando is the most supportive boyfriend while you're on your world tour with your band (singer!reader)

red carpet ᡣ𐭩 ☾ lando joins the spoilers club, learning scripts means you take over the apartment and the internet loses their minds over your red carpet look (actress!reader)

LEWIS HAMILTON

blooming soon!

LOGAN SARGEANT

unpacking ✧˖ ᡣ𐭩 moving into your new place with your boyfriend has some interesting consequences when he finds one of his favourite boxes when unpacking

MAX VERSTAPPEN

flowers are a language of their own ᡣ𐭩 ꕤ four times max gives you flowers through your lives and the first time you give them to him (childhood friends to lovers)

girl dad ᡣ𐭩 max verstappen is such a girl dad and everyone knows it, especially you... (snapshots into max's life as a girl dad)

OSCAR PIASTRI

i told the stars about you (royalty au) ᡣ𐭩 ꕤ no matter how much this romance was fated to fall apart from the start, you still find yourself longing to tell the stars about how oscar makes you feel pretty girl (18+) ꕤ ✧˖ everyone needs a reminder when they feel insecure sometimes, luckily oscar knows just what to do to help anxiety gremlin ꕤ ᡣ𐭩 your anxiety gets the best of you and you finally open up to your boyfriend about your diagnosis, he just wants to know how he can help welcome home (18+) ✧˖oscar comes home after a triple header and catches you in a rather compromising position... he might as well take advantage of that, right?

MISCELLANEOUS names they would call their partner (ln.4, op.81, ls.2, cs.55, cl.16, gr.63, lh.44) ᡣ𐭩

DRIVERS I DON'T USUALLY WRITE FOR — unless requested

MARCUS ARMSTRONG

sparks fly ᡣ𐭩 a timeline of your friends to lovers relationship with marcus, based on taylor swift's song "sparks fly"

MICK SCHUMACHER

matcha latte ᡣ𐭩 you're crushing hard on the cute barista at your friend's cafe and he's crushing on you too. the problem? neither of you will admit it (cafe/barista!au)

FELIPE DRUGOVICH

la vie en rose ᡣ𐭩 you perform a song to show your boyfriend just how much he means to you (singer!reader)

PIERRE GASLY

holiday ᡣ𐭩 ☾ snaps from your summer vacation with pierre

home weekends ᡣ𐭩 ✧˖ weekends with pierre are your favourite, they're his favourite too. especially when he gets to wake up to you wearing nothing but his shirt and the marks from the night before

DANIEL RICCIARDO

sunlight ᡣ𐭩 the sunlight marks your favourite times with daniel; dawn, morning, midday, afternoon, sunset

oh, baby! ᡣ𐭩 ☾ you announce your new addition to the world!

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just peachy.

character: kang daniel.

genre: soulmate!au.

word count: 2047w.

prompt: soulmates have matching tattoos and these two idiots have never noticed their soulmates that have been standing right in front of them the whole time.

♡

when she was twelve, she met kang euigeon through her brother yoon jisung. when she was thirteen, she watched as a small peach etched itself slowly onto the skin below her collarbone. now that she’s nineteen, she still has yet to find her soulmate, but she surely wishes that her soulmate is kang euigeon– now kang daniel– because she developed a helpless crush on him seven years ago. 

kang daniel wishes that she’s his soulmate too, because he stopped seeing her as a little girl two years ago. he used to stare at her with a brother-like endearment the same way jisung did, but now, he stares at her with stars and daydreams in his eyes.

it’s impossible though– they’ve known each other for years but there hasn’t been a single sign of them being soulmates. jisung can only shake his head, because he’s seen both of their tattoos. 

both of their tattoos in the form of a small inked in peach right over the skin underneath their collarbones. both tattoos, in perfect replication of each other.

♡

“it’ll be fun, kiddo. i promise,” jisung says as he drags her throughout the mall. she looks at him doubtfully, a grimace on her features as her older brother drags her into a store that she’s never been to.

as far as she (and jisung) are concerned, she’s not a party person. but as far as jisung is concerned, his little sister absolutely has to be there for what’s going to be the best frat party of the year. especially when it’s his and daniel’s fraternity that’s going to be throwing it.

“you’ll meet new friends, i’ll introduce you to some of my friends who can help you around campus, and it’ll be like freshman orientation but without all the awkward icebreaker activities and teachers!” he chirps happily. 

“but we have to do something about your wardrobe because you can’t show up to the party in a matching pink sweatshirt and sweatsuit combo.”

“don’t slander the pink sausage organization like that!” she protests loudly, offense in her tone as she wrenches away from jisung and sits down with a pout on her lips. jisung presses his lips together in an unamused expression, flicking her forehead before moving to find her clothes. 

her phone rings as jisung leaves, displaying the name “pink sausage 2″ in a large font. as soon as she picks up, woojin excitedly asks: “are you going to the frat party tonight?” 

“i am,” she grumbles in response, and on the other side of the screen, jihoon snatches woojin’s phone.

“great! we’ll see you there!” woojin snatches his phone back from jihoon, glaring at the older boy.

“we’re initiates for the frat,” woojin explains, “… jihoon made me…”

in the background, jihoon’s loud voice is heard again. “you should try to go for our sister sorority!”

she ponders the thought for a moment, recalling doyeon and yoojung’s conversations about joining.

“anyway, we have to get ready, we’ll see you later, alright?” woojin says, ready to hang up the phone. jihoon takes it before woojin can.

“oh, and please don’t wear the pink sausage outfit. wear something cute– maybe something that’ll grab daniel’s attention.” the teasing wink can almost be visualized, but nonetheless, she scoffs and hangs up the phone before jihoon or woojin can say anything else. 

at that exact timing, jisung shoves a loose flowery pink off-the-shoulder top at her, paired with a blue denim skirt and a brownish-tan wedges. he hands her a black ribbon choker, too.  

“go try it on. you’re going to look adorable,” jisung says as he ushers her into the dressing rooms.

and so, left without an option, she does try it on.

when she heads out, jisung’s eyes automatically drift to her exposed peach tattoo, and a mischievous glint in his eyes appear as he supportively claps his hands in a round motion.

♡

later that evening, jihoon and woojin arrive to the party with her in tow. her hair is tossed to the front of her right collarbone, effectively covering a quarter of the exposed skin and her peach tattoo.

jisung grins when he sees her, whisking her away from jihoon and woojin and pointedly gathering her hair to cascade over her back. stubbornly, she returns her hair to its original styling, causing jisung to look at her with faux disapproval before turning to his friends.

“seongwoo, sungwoon, jaehwan, minhyun! this is my little sister.” he pinches her cheek for extra emphasis, but she offers them a smile nonetheless. 

“hi.” despite her greeting addressing the four boys directly in front of her, her eyes flit around the near vicinity for the one peach-haired boy whom she seeks.

“daniel’s not here yet,” jisung chuckles, throwing an arm around her shoulder before turning to the other boys. “she has a little crush on daniel.” 

“what the heck! how could i even have a crush on someone who isn’t my soulmate?” she retorts, smacking jisung’s arm. the other boys chuckle at the sibling interaction and sungwoon offers her a cup of fruit punch.

“your older brother specifically told me not to give you anything mixed with alcohol,” sungwoon explains as jisung nods approvingly, fist bumping the bartender. 

“hey guys– whoa, wait, am i seeing correctly? you’re wearing a skirt? and heels? and an off-the-shoulder top?” everyone’s head lifts at the sudden arrival of daniel, whose cheeks are tinted pink as he looks at her.

her cheeks go pink as well– partially at the attention from daniel and partially because he looks extremely good in the outfit that he dons– a black and white plaid that hits the middle of his thighs, black jeans, a white short-sleeve underneath, and newly dyed light brown hair.

“jisung made me,” she stammers out.  

“oh please daniel, you act as if you didn’t take her to prom as her date two months ago,” jisung smirks, downing a shot of beer that sungwoon offered him prior. 

seongwoo whistles through his teeth before making space for daniel to sit beside him. 

“well, excuse me for not having found my soulmate yet, forcing me to go with a friend,” she shoots back, trying to quell the increasing heat on her cheeks. 

daniel grimaces a little bit at her words, but it goes unnoticed by her. 

it does not, however, go unnoticed by jisung, who takes a deep breath to refrain from smacking his palm against his forehead. 

phase three of the plan, commence. 

♡

only minutes after she separates from jisung’s friends to head to yoojung and doyeon, a loud voice that she recognizes as jaehwan’s bellows throughout the house.

“seven minutes in heaven starts in five minutes! put your names into the fishbowl now!” he goes around the rest of the fraternity house yelling the same scripted words as minhyun trudges behind him to collect names. 

“are you going to join?” doyeon asks, looking at her two friends. when doyeon receives minimal responses from both, she takes three slips of paper and writes down their name on each.

seeing no bad in it and no longer able to argue against anyone after being dragged to a fraternity party and being blown away by daniel’s new light brown hair and just daniel, she does nothing to resist. 

meanwhile, jisung prepares a bowl that’s filled with her name, specifically to hand to daniel when it’s his turn to choose. 

“don’t you think you’re meddling too much?” minhyun drawls, watching as jisung repeatedly writes his little sister’s name on multiple slips of paper.

“listen, minhyun,” he says as he slips another paper into the second fishbowl, “i’ve watched them beat around the bush for two years on daniel’s part and seven years on her part.” he slips the seventh paper into the fishbowl before tucking it behind the fraternity’s group picture. “i have to do this, or i’m going to go crazy.” 

he picks your name out of the fishbowl minhyun had passed around, slipping it into his own fishbowl. “they’re going to find out that they’re soulmates now, or i will announce it to the whole university over the intercom.”

♡

ten minutes later, she finds herself sitting beside woojin on the couch in the living room, his arm slung comfortably and amiably over her bare shoulders. 

she doesn’t mind since she and woojin have been best friends since they were four, but daniel avoids her gaze throughout the whole game, only able to look at her and woojin in glances before brimming with jealousy. 

jisung notes the amount of times daniel looks at his little sister, and he lost count after five minutes. 

“daniel!” jaehwan picks up the second bowl filled with one specific name from the table, discreetly tucking the other one away for the time-being. “your turn.” 

jaehwan strides over to daniel who has his arm lazily slung over the armrest, and jaehwan’s eyes flicker to you briefly as daniel picks the slip of paper at the surface.

the whole world seems to slow down as daniel reads off her name in a husked voice of disbelief, and her senses blur as her friends and brother whoop and cheer. 

woojin forces her to stand up and shoves her towards daniel, who instinctively holds out his arms to catch her as she stumbles into him. behind her, jihoon and woojin high five each other and daniel’s friends’ whooping gets louder. 

“into the closet you two go,” jisung sings as he leads you both into the cabinet the frat had bought solely for the purpose of seven minutes in heaven, closing and locking the door behind him.

daniel’s heart rate quickens at the sudden body heat he’s being crowded with, and he doesn’t know what comes over him when he stammers out a simple “hey.” 

in that moment, he concludes that even though she’s probably not his soulmate, she’s worth the risk, even though she’s most definitely not his soulmate, he’s developed inevitable feelings and he wants her.

honestly, how could he not with how she laughs at his lame jokes while swatting at jisung for his even lamer jokes? with how he swears that peter and rooney love her more than him, even though he’d never admit that? how she always refuses to be swept up into societal standards or pressure? wow, he could go on and on, but with seven minutes slowly ticking down, he decides that it’s time to take action.

“i know we’re probably not soulmates, but i think– wait no– i really like you. and i’m… i’m willing to take the risk of being with you even if years down the road, we might find out actual soulmates and be forced to separate. i think you’re worth it. i think you’re worth everything to me. i think i might have found my everything in you two years ago– wait, i wasn’t supposed to confess how long i liked yo–”

his ramble ends with a gentle caress on his cheek and soft cherubic lips on his. he melts into the moment immediately, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

when jaehwan flings the closet door open, the wolf whistles are louder than they were when daniel had plucked out the slip of paper with her name.

♡

later that night after daniel walks her to her dorm, daniel anxiously sits jisung down for a serious talk.

“hyung. i know she and i aren’t soulmates, but i hope that you can still approve of us and give us your support since she and i both agreed to separate peacefully if we met our actual soulmates.”

jisung sighs in slight annoyance, which daniel mistakes as disapproval, only for jisung to wave his hand frantically in denial, flustered as he yelled his approval for the relationship.

jisung facepalms as daniel leaves the room with enlightened shoulders after the talk, but he decides not to tell either of them that they’re actually soulmates.

the first time they make love two months later, daniel lets out the brightest smile as he peppers the area around her tattoo with butterfly kisses and they both swear they’ve never been happier in their lives. they’ve also never felt any more stupid in their lives, but the happiness and giggles of glee as they carry through their love making overrides it all.

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Hospital

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for Agent Carter Bingo 2022! @agentcarterbingo​

Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Post Season 2

Summary: Daniel and Peggy have finally admitted feelings for each other, and Y/N didn't want them wasting a single second before finally going out on a long-awaited date. As one of the couple's best friends and a long-time SSR scientist, they sent Peggy and Daniel off and promised to shut down the office safely. However, when Y/N picks up an emergency call to the office about a certain blond New York SSR Chief, they have some serious decisions to make about someone they haven't always had the best relationship with.

Word Count: 3,906

Category: Little bit of angst, fluff

A/N: This is very barely after season two, and I changed the timelines a little bit so Jack gets shot the same night Peggy and Daniel have their first kiss instead of the morning after. Don't @ me lol

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"Y/N, are you sure this is okay with you?" asked Peggy, giving me a concerned look. Daniel stood right next to her with the same look on his face as he held her hand tight.

"Yes, I'm sure. For the love of God, I'm perfectly capable of shutting the office down by myself. I've watched the two of you dance around each other since we were all in New York. Nothing would make me happier than seeing you wonderful, adorable idiots finally get the hell out of here to go on a date!"

"I'm not sure whether to be grateful or insulted," said Daniel, turning to Peggy. They smiled at each other, then looked back at me.

"We'll take grateful for tonight," she said. She and Daniel started heading for the door, looking absolutely giddy. "And remember, you can call us if you need help with anything!"

"And don't blow up my agency!" Daniel called over his shoulder as they made it to the stairs. "Just because you have the office to yourself doesn't mean you can use it for all your experiments!"

"Get the hell out of here before I make your office into my new lab because you were taking so damn long!" I called after him. He and Peggy both shot me smiles before they disappeared downstairs, and I smiled after them.

Finally. After watching those two pine after each other for more than a year and in two different cities, they'd finally admitted their feelings for each other tonight.

And by "admitted their feelings for each other", I meant I'd accidentally walked in on them making out in Daniel's office. They'd both been mortified, but I'd been absolutely giddy. They kept trying to apologize, but I didn't give them the chance before I sent them out the door and on their way to their first date after promising to shut down the office for them.

I went to the lab first, since my own workspace would be the easiest to shut down. Then I made my way to the bullpen and started scanning to make sure everything was in order. Everything seemed to be alright, even after the crazy dustup with Whitney Frost and Vernon Masters, so I didn't really need to do much more than shut off the lights.

I took care of everything piece by piece, and I was about to lock the door to Daniel's office when the phone on his desk started ringing. I sighed. I really just wanted to go home, and I wasn't a field agent anyway. I was a scientist - nobody calling the Chief would be looking for me.

Unless, of course, it was Peggy or Daniel calling because they forgot something. And if it wasn't them, I could always just take a message for Daniel to read in the morning.

I walked into the office and flicked the lights back on, then picked up the phone while I searched for a notepad in case I needed to write anything down.

"Hello?" I asked, only paying half attention.

"Yes, hello? Is this the office of Chief Daniel Sousa of the LA SSR?" asked a female voice I didn't recognize. I grimaced, trying to brace myself for whatever problem this turned out to be.

"Yes, it is. He's not in right now. Can I take a message?"

"Yes, this is Nurse Williams of the Los Angeles County General Hospital. We received a patient earlier today and were just able to identify him as Chief Jack Thompson of the New York SSR."

"Wait, what? Are you kidding?"

"No, I'm not. He came in with a gunshot wound just above his heart, and he's in bad shape. He's needs to go into surgery, but we don't have any of his relevant medical history, and there were no other emergency contacts for us to call."

"Uh, right... right, okay, let me grab his file. I'll... I'll be just a second, is that okay?"

"That's alright. I'll be right here. Just focus on taking deep breaths."

"Yes, of course, yes. I'll do that, and I'll be right back."

I set the phone down on the desk and sprinted out of the room. Thank God we were in LA and not New York. Daniel actually had a functioning file system, which meant I was able to pull Thompson's file in seconds. If it had been New York, it would've taken me at least an hour to sort through that mess.

I sprinted back into Daniel's office and put the phone back up to my ear as I frantically flipped through Thompson's file. I managed to find the medical section, and I let out a quick sigh to try and catch my breath before I started speaking.

"Alright, I've got it," I said. "I have no idea what's relevant, so I'm just going to read it all to you."

"That's perfect."

I started to read through everything, but the nurse had to stop me and tell me to start over from the top because I was going so fast. Finally, I made it through. I closed Thompson's file and set it down next to me, then waited with baited breath for the nurse to tell me what to do next.

"Alright, thank you very much. That was very helpful. We'll be sending Agent Thompson into surgery now, and it'll be a far safer process with the information you provided us."

"Okay, good, good. I'm glad." I felt out of breath, even though I had no reason to be. "So, uh... what happens now? What do I do now?"

"Well, it might be helpful if he had a friendly face around assuming he makes it out of surgery. Otherwise, there's really not much else you can do."

"Well... okay then, if you're sure..."

"I am. Thank you again for all your help. If we don't see you, we'll call with any updates."

"Great, great. Thank you."

I heard a click on the line, and I knew the nurse had hung up. Still, I couldn't seem to put down the receiver. I just sat there, staring holes at the wall and trying to process now that there was no action to distract me from things.

Jack Thompson had been shot. He was supposed to be on a plane back to New York, and instead, he was in the hospital.

What the hell had happened?

I felt myself starting to panic, so I forced myself to take deep breaths. I was an SSR agent, for God's sake. Maybe not a field agent, but I had a damn PhD. I could handle myself better than this.

Finally, I managed to lower the receiver long enough to dial another number. I hadn't planned on interrupting Peggy and Daniel on their long-awaited date, but this certainly warranted it.

Unfortunately for me, neither of them picked up at any number I tried. I hung up the phone after trying my last option, then paced the office trying to decide what to do.

The nurse said Thompson needed a friendly face. I certainly wasn't that. Thompson and I had been adversaries since the moment I joined the SSR, and that relationship had never changed.

But she'd also said he might not even make it through surgery. I couldn't just go home knowing that, could I? To leave him alone in a strange hospital, to die alone or wake up without a single familiar face?

I sighed heavily, my hands shaking as I picked up the notepad from earlier. Since I couldn't reach Peggy and Daniel, I'd just have to leave them a note and hope one of them found it in the morning.

I did my best to explain everything, then left the note in the middle of Daniel's desk. I shut down the office like I told them I would, then hopped in my car and headed straight for the hospital.

I pulled up just over twenty minutes later, then parked and headed inside. My legs were shaking and I was barely holding it together, but I tried to focus on just taking one step at a time. I couldn't break down in the middle of a hospital; I wouldn't.

I got to the nurse's counter and pasted a smile on my face as I waited for someone to come over to me. Eventually, someone did, a bright smile on her face.

"Hello there! How can I help you?"

"Hi... my name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm an agent of the SSR here for Jack Thompson."

"Oh! Of course. He's still in surgery, but you can wait in his room if you'd like."

"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great."

The nurse showed me to Thompson's room, and I tried to make myself comfortable in one of the chairs. I asked her for a time estimate on the surgery, but she said she couldn't tell me.

I fidgeted more and more as time went on. The clock told me it was going on midnight, and I was seriously fighting to keep it together. I took a deep breath and went to find some coffee, then settled back into my seat in Thompson's room.

I wondered what he'd say when he saw me here. I wondered if I'd still be sitting here when he woke up, or if Peggy or Daniel or somebody else would tag me out.

I wondered if he'd wake up at all.

Even though I'd never liked Jack, I never worried about him either. I just assumed he'd be fine, and sooner or later we'd be back to our old routine of annoying each other in the office. Even when I moved to LA with Daniel, Jack would call to consult on something or other that his science agents found, and we'd be bickering away like I'd never left. It was strange, but it'd always been kind of fun for me. It kept me on my toes if nothing else, and whenever I got frustrated with Samberly or anyone who wasn't Jack, I could take it all out on him.

And now he might die. No matter how many times my friends in the field brushed up against death, they always came out of it. They got into serious trouble, got a serious injury, but they never actually died. I'd always had faith I'd see them again, even if they weren't in the best shape. The SSR had lost agents over the years, but never anyone I'd really known.

Possibly before tonight.

I caught myself falling down into a spiral of negative thoughts, so I stood up and walked to the window to try and snap myself out of it. I watched the bustle of activity outside the hospital, and any time my mind drifted back to the fear growing bigger and bigger in my chest, I forced myself to focus on a different person or activity outside.

It worked less and less every time. I was just starting to lose focus on a man taking a smoke break when I heard the door behind me bang open. I whirled around to see a crowd of nurses and doctors come in, along with an unconscious Jack Thompson.

They carried him into the room and set him carefully on the bed. I swear, I'd never seen such a peaceful expression on his face.

"How is he?" I asked, taking a few steps forward. The assembled doctors and nurses gave me curious looks, so I quickly flashed my SSR badge, which seemed to satisfy them.

"Well, he's alive," said one doctor, who seemed to be in charge. "Although barely. We managed to patch up his bullet wound, more or less, but he still lost a lot of blood. Now it's going to be a waiting game to see if he comes out of this coma, and if he does we'll go from there."

I carefully nodded my head, trying not to show any of the emotions racing through my heart.

"We'll check in with him every hour or so, just to make sure he's doing alright," said the doctor. The medical personnel were leaving the room one by one, until it was just me, the doctor, and Jack. "Are you planning on staying here with him?"

"Yes," I said. I only hesitated for a half a second, and the doctor didn't even notice.

"Great. If he stirs, come get somebody."

"Okay."

He nodded, then left the room. It felt weird to be alone with Jack, especially like this. But no matter what, it was better than him being dead.

After a second, I dragged one of the chairs over to be next to Jack's bed. I sat down and stared at him, and the steady rise and fall of his chest. I felt relief wash over me in a tsunami.

He wasn't in the clear yet, but he wasn't dead yet either.

I sat there for hours, sipping my coffee and trying to find ways to pass the time. I flipped through a few magazines the hospital had, but none of them could distract me from the obnoxious blond agent still unconscious in front of me.

Even though I was exhausted, I managed to stay awake. If Jack stirred, I didn't want to miss it. The doctors and nurses came in every hour, but they never had anything new to report. The sky outside was turning a light purple with the first rays of daylight, and still, no change.

I flipped my sixth magazine shut and hucked it across the room with a sigh. I was going to go crazy in this room. It was an immutable fact.

Why hadn't I studied medicine at any point in my career? It could've come in so much handy, especially for my peace of mind...

"Y/N?"

I heard a weak voice mutter my name, and I whirled around to look at Jack. He stared at me through barely open eyes, looking incredibly confused and in pain, but awake.

"Where am I? What's going on?"

"Jack! Holy shit, you're awake!" I said, practically jumping out of my seat. "Please, please stay awake, okay? I'll be right back, I just have to get somebody real quick."

I backed away from Jack and towards the door, refusing to take my eyes off him until the last second. I shouted into the hallway for the doctor, and the entire medical team came rushing in after just a few seconds.

Thankfully, Jack managed to stay awake. They ran tests on him and checked in with how he was feeling, then propped him up with some pillows and water. The sun was just peeking up over the city skyline when they left, and Jack and I were by ourselves again.

He looked at me, far more awake now than he had been a moment ago. He was still in rough shape, since the bullet had almost pierced his heart, but barring any horrible new injuries, the doctors said he was going to live.

I really couldn't hide my relief if I tried.

"You know, I didn't expect you to be the face I woke up to in the hospital," he said, turning to look at me once the last doctor left.

"And I didn't expect you to be in the hospital at all!" I cried, moving back to the chair next to his bed. "What the hell happened, Jack?"

"Careful, Y/L/N. You actually sound concerned."

I sighed heavily through my nose, looking away to collect myself before glaring back at Jack.

"Believe it or not, Thompson, I actually am concerned. You're a constant thorn in my side and sometimes all I want to do is punch you in the face, but I'd never want you to die."

"And you not wanting me to die extends to you showing up at my bedside in the morning?"

I flinched and looked down, trying not to let Jack see the truth. Unfortunately for me, he was actually a good field agent, and I'd never learned how to lie.

"Hold on a minute... how long have you been here?" he asked. I looked back up at him, and for one of a handful of times, he actually looked sincere. That teasing tone and expression were nowhere to be found. I sighed. What the hell, right?

"I got the call when I was shutting down the SSR for Daniel and Peggy last night," I said. "Sometime around eleven. They needed your medical record history and said it might help if you had a friendly face to wake up to, but they didn't know when you were gonna wake up, so... I've been here the whole time."

"Did you sleep?" he demanded. I looked at him like he was crazy. No crack about me sitting by his bedside all night, no arrogant look or cheeky comment? Who was he?

"Seriously? That's all you have to say?"

"Oh my God, you didn't sleep."

"Stop it with your people reading interrogation skills! Ugh, I hate that so much!"

Jack shook his head, but he had a bright smile on his face as he looked at me. I scowled at him. I hadn't seen the doctors give him any weird painkillers, but maybe I'd missed something and that's why he was acting like this.

"You care about me," he said. It wasn't a question, he treated it like a statement of fact.

"If you're asking whether I care if you die, the answer is obviously yes-"

"No, I'm not asking. I'm noticing that you care about me. Enough to sit up all night worrying by my bedside, even when I wasn't in the room."

I pursed my lips and stared at him, trying not to let him read anything on my face. Of course, that alone was enough to tell him everything he needed to know.

"I can't believe it," he said, laughing a little as he looked away from me for the first time. He quickly stopped himself and grimaced in pain, then looked back at me. "I would've asked you on a date by now if I realized."

"You- what?" I spluttered, not quite able to believe what I was hearing. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on, you know what I'm talking about. All that back and forth taunting and teasing? It was a lot of beating around the bush because neither of us realized we had the same feelings for each other."

"Jack... what are you saying? Are you crazy? All we've ever done is bicker!"

"Listen, Y/L/N, I don't know about you, but I usually had a smile on my face as soon as I walked away from you after one of those arguments. And I almost died today, so even if you don't feel the same way as I do... I'm done with my part of our dance."

I stared at Jack in shock, but he just stared right back. I tried to sort through everything I was feeling—everything I'd been feeling since I picked up the phone in Daniel's office—and to my surprise, my concern for Jack kept coming back to the front of my mind.

I wanted to be logical, to take some time to really think things through, like I usually did. But Jack was right. He'd almost died, and if I'd watched Peggy and Daniel finally break their dance around each other last night, there was no reason Jack and I couldn't break ours either.

"Enjoy this moment, Thompson, because I'm probably never gonna say it again, but... you're right."

Jack grinned, but before he could make a smartass comment, I stood, leaned over his bed, and kissed him square on the mouth.

He was clearly shocked for a second, but he wasted no time before pulling me close and continuing the kiss. I braced my hands on either side of him, then pulled away quickly before we could get carried away.

Jack looked at me like I was crazy, and I looked at him the same way.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked.

"Because you're still recovering from a bullet wound, and I don't think anything that comes with making out is gonna be good for that."

Jack rolled his eyes and huffed, but he didn't protest. I sat back in my chair, a smile on my face as I stared at the man in front of me. When he finally looked back at me, his face quickly broke into a smile too.

"Alright, you're killing me just looking at me like that," he said. I scowled when he said "killing me", but he didn't react. "You've gotta start talking about something to distract me, or I'm gonna drag myself outta this bed and start kissing you, bullet wound be damned."

I laughed. Thankfully, I'd have no trouble keeping Jack distracted and safely in bed. Two of our mutual friends had given us some big news while he was out, after all.

"What's that smug look for?" he asked as I leaned back in my chair. "What do you know?"

"I caught Peggy and Daniel making out in Daniel's office last night," I said. Jack's mouth dropped open, and he tried to sit up before being forced back down by the pain of it.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked.

"No! I closed up the office for them and they went out on a date right after it happened!"

"Finally!" cried Jack, raising his hands in the air and flopping them back down on the bed. "I bet they both went beet red when you walked in on them, didn't they?"

"Oh, yeah. They were still blushing when they were headed out the door an hour later."

Jack shook his head. "I can't wait to give them hell for this."

"Me neither." Jack and I shared a smile, and I couldn't help laughing. "You know, I kinda feel bad for them. I mean, they're gonna check back into the office to find out you've been shot and rush to the hospital in a panic, only to discover that we've teamed up to turn our obnoxious energies towards them instead."

Jack grinned. "It's gonna be a blast, darling."

"That it is."

Jack and I laughed together as the sun finally came all the way up. At some point I was going to absolutely crash from lack of sleep, but for now, I was still doing okay.

It had been a crazy night, but by some miracle, things had worked out to be even better than alright.

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My Girl

A not so long awaited chapter? 

Pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Fluff and angst

Warnings: angst?

Word Count: 6.8k

The sulking was getting out of hand, it had been nearly a week and there was work that had to be done and a child to raise. You couldn’t just take a break like everyone else when a breakup occurs, though you and Harry were never official, only having shared a single kiss in the depths of the night. It still hurt because you thought that the two of you could have actually been something. It was nothing more than a silly crush.

Cadence had soon forgotten about Harry which you were grateful for, however him being Daniel’s best friend, it would be hard to avoid him forever. You wanted to believe that all would go back to normal after that fateful night but you just couldn’t shut your mind off about him. And it wasn’t like you thought about him every second of every day, it was a casual occurrence here and there but each time you would always think back to, what could have been?

Having Zoey back definitely helped ease your mind, on the days she wouldn’t talk about him. Zoey really saw a future for the two of you and would never fail to remind you.

“What are you doing on the seventh?” Zoey had broken the silence that sat between the two of you. You were sitting at her dining room table, papers filling the empty spaces as she was finally back to work. Her job is very lenient, being an interior designer sure does have its perks. “That’s this Friday, right?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded your head while thinking about whether or not you had plans, which you don’t but she doesn’t need to know that. “That’s the day we find out about the promotion I told you about. Why do you ask?” You ask in confusion, she knew about promotion day, even though you forgot for a minute. “Danny and I were thinking about having a cookout as an end of the summer type thing, but since that’s the day of the promotion, we will make it your celebratory party.” Her attention was on the papers in front of her but Zoey was Zoey and knew everything about you, all leading back to the stern look you were giving her. To which she just laughed when she looked up at your face and saw that her speculations were in fact correct.

“For starters, summer ends in September, it’s only just the beginning of August. Secondly, we don’t even know if I am getting the promotion. I’m actually pretty sure Brim is currently in the lead, so don’t get your hopes up. And lastly, last time you had a celebratory party for me, it led to me drunkenly crying in the comfort of one of your mothers guest rooms next to my sleeping daughter.” A sigh left your lips and your arms flew to your head.

“You’re getting the promotion, Y/N. You are literally the most reliable person in that office, they would be morons not to give it to you. And as for your birthday, Harry tried to apologize.”

“So you’re suddenly on his side? He made Cady hurt like i’ve never seen before.” You were growing frustrated, cutting Zoey off before she could finish her sentence. She knew what went down the night Cady asked about her father. She knew how excruciatingly hard it was to talk to your crying daughter about why someone she mistakenly thought was her father left her. To this day, you still didn’t understand why she thought Harry was her dad, they had only just met.

“I’m not taking sides! You’re just being naive and protective because you are afraid to get hurt. It’s not about Cady anymore, because we both know that she forgot about that conversation the minute she fell asleep-”

Again cutting her off, you had tears in your eyes but not yet falling. “Well I did! You weren’t there, Zoey. You didn’t see her face. You didn’t hear her cries. You didn’t wipe the tears from her eyes. You. Weren’t. There.” Splitting up the words in anger. Zoey’s face went soft when she saw how distraught this was making you.

“You’re right. I wasn’t there, but I don’t think Cady actually thought Harry was her father, or even cared that he wasn’t there. I think she saw the kids at her daycare being picked up by their father’s and she felt like she was missing something. It was more than Harry leaving, but it took him walking away for Cady to realize what she didn’t have. Y/N, you can’t blame the conversation with Cadence that night on Harry, not when he didn’t have anything to do with it. She wasn’t hurt that he left, per say, but really just upset that she doesn’t have a dad like the rest of her friends.”

“It doesn’t mean that you have failed as a mother. And it doesn’t mean that Harry had hurt her. You just want a reason to be upset at Harry so you don’t have to acknowledge the obvious feelings you have growing for him. I saw you at the wedding, babe. You guys talked for a solid two hours and I swear, I have never seen you laugh so much. Not since Alex, and you are scared that if you let yourself get that close with someone again, the same thing will happen. Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop while I'm ahead.”

Alex.

You never thought that a name could bring you so much rage. So much anger. So much pain.

When you thought about what you and Alex had, you would think about all of the laughter the two of you shared. The silent drives that happened late into the night. The stars would be out and you and Alex would sit in the back of his truck, a blanket laid down for comfort, and you would just stare at the late night sky.

You would think about all of the sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear. They sounded so sincere that you had actually believed him. At that time in your life you were happy. You were so genuinely happy with him that you would have never believed that this was how you would end up in life. Shattered and alone with a two year old daughter who could possibly feel the pain you felt.

At the time you couldn’t think about anything but Alex. But then you think about Cadence now, and you see the way she resembles almost every aspect of him and you just get hit with that anger all over again. You were angry at him for leaving you. You were angry at him for leaving Cadence. And you were angry at yourself for ever loving him in the first place.

“Y/N, you can’t let what happened in the past reflect on how you live your future. You have a right to be scared, but if you let that fear get the best of you, you’re going to continue on with getting hurt. The best advice that my mother ever gave me growing up was that you don’t choose who you fall for, and it will be scary and you might get hurt along the way, but sometimes life throws obstacles your way and you can’t help but go through them to be happy. Tell me, what do you think about when you think of Harry?” She asked softly, her hands collapsing around your own as she moved from the seat across the table to the one next to you. She was staring into your eyes intently, not knowing if you were going to give her an answer. Hell, she didn’t even know if you were processing the things she was saying.

But you were.

“The tree talk.” You almost didn’t hear yourself, that’s how quiet your voice was. You were prone to talking silently when having deep and emotional conversations, Zoey knew that which is why she didn’t question the volume of the voice. More so the context behind your words. “What?”

“You asked what I thought about when thinking about Harry. I think about the time he came over to my house because you sent him over after I called freaking out. We talked about so much that night, but one thing we talked about was the trees.”

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“Danny DeVito is an absolute legend, I can’t believe you got to meet him.” You spoke in quite the jealous tone. “I mean, how many people do you know that can direct, produce, narrate, and act all in the same movie?”

“Actually there are a lot of people who can direct and act in the same movie. Mel Gibson. Angelina Jolie. Jackie Chan-” Harry went on naming directors before you finally interrupted.

“Okay smartass, I get it, but all I was doing was making a point. Danny is this world's greatest accomplishment.” You said before grabbing your water bottle off of your side table by your chair. “We didn’t just meet him, Y/N, we recorded a music video with him.” He had said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. It made you spit out the water you had previously had in your mouth, which made Harry belt out in laughter while you choked and gasped for air.

“You worked with him?!” You nearly screamed. His hand was generously patting your back as you slowly gained some of the air you had lost back. “You’re telling me that this whole week we haven’t spoken to each other, you have still yet to look up One Direction? I’m telling you, I don’t know how much more my heart can take.” Harry empathized with a hand over his heart.

“Your heart will be fine. Tell me what he was like. Was he funny? He was funny, wasn’t he. Classic Trashman. How short was he? Obviously I know the calculations but I want to know how it felt to meet him but still tower over him. Tell me everything.” At this point you didn’t even know what you were saying, there was no doubt that you were embarrassing yourself.

“Calm down, Rapunzel, you’re going to give yourself a headache. Or worse, me.”

He joked while slightly pushing your arm. Simply you just rolled your eyes before answering, “Ha ha, so funny Styles. Using my daughter's favorite princess against me.” His eyes formed into a confused frown before he realized what you were talking about. “I wasn’t doing anything more than comparing you to her, you both talk a lot when you’re excited about something. Not to mention you both get excited over the smallest of things, hence Danny DeVito’s height questions. Best of all, you both hold Cadence’s love. I’d say being compared to her is the best compliment you could get.”

“You forgot one thing.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” His eyes were challenging you to continue, although you didn’t know if you actually wanted to continue, you knew there was no going back now that you already opened your mouth. “We both have mommy issues, well I guess in her case it’s fake mommy, but still.”

Instead of giving you a disgusted look for joking about such a personal matter, Harry laughed yet again. You were sure that you could listen to his laugh on repeat for the rest of your life if you were given the chance. Slowly you joined in on his laughter until your eyes met each other, that’s when it slowed down. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, not in a sexual way but more in a nervous ‘what am I supposed to do’ way. “So does that make you Flynn Rider? Cady seems to really enjoy your company.”

“Absolutely not, most people say I look like Prince Eric. Zayn’s the one that looks like Flynn, which is weird because his girlfriend actually looks similar to Rapunzel.”

“And Zayn is which one?” You asked almost immediately and embarrassedly. Harry didn’t take it to heart though, instead sticking with a cocky look on his face. “Geez woman, okay I’m giving you homework, when I leave tonight you have to look up One Direction, it’s non-negotiable. Zayn is the one with perfect hair, aside from me of course.” He answers with a flick of his short hair and a soft laugh.

“That’s too bad, we could’ve been this powerful disney couple.” It hadn’t registered in your brain on what you had just said. “You think we’d be a great couple?” And that’s when your eyes widened, when it finally clicked. Your cheeks heated up in even more embarrassment than before.

“No- I mean like, not like a couple -- we were just talking about disney characters and it kind of slipped out-” You tried to make out the words, but the slight stutter was evident as you spoke. Harry wanted you to keep talking, he found it admirable. “Love, I’m just joking with you. You don’t do this a lot, do you?”

“Do what?” You questioned, confusion lacing your facial features. “Talking to people of the opposite sex? Absolutely not, you’re actually the only guy I’ve spoken to besides Daniel. Unless you count countless and drunken hookups, but I’m usually always wasted and they don’t happen that often because of Cadence. Not that they don’t happen, it’s just hard with a two year old- okay Y/N, that’s enough talking for you.” You covered your face with your before laughing out an apology. Harry didn’t seem to mind though, the rambling was cute. Would he have preferred a different topic for you to ramble on about? Yes.

“No, please do continue on with your pointless hookups with drunk and immature boys from a random bar.” You just groaned in annoyance, mentally rolling your eyes. Harry just laughed and grabbed ahold of your wrists to move them away from your face. “‘M just teasin’, love. No need to get all worked up.”

“You actually suck. I hope you enjoy your time in hell.”

“That’s not nice.”

“You’re not nice.

“Am too, you’re just easy to annoy.”

“Am not! You’re just a dick.” The two of you bickered back and forth, you’ve got to say it was quite interesting and a huge relief that he wasn’t disgusted about you talking about sex with other men. “Okay, maybe I am a dick. Or maybe you are just sensitive.” He smirked.

You gasped very audibly but you could care less, “take that back! I am not sensitive.” Harry just laughed and just as soon as the topic started, it ended. In fact, all verbal communication ended all together, leaving you and Harry in a comfortable silence.

You could get used to this, you thought. Having someone else to be comfortable with. In fact, you only hoped that he would stick around.

“How long has it been?” Harry’s voice broke you out of the slight trance you had been stuck in.

“Since you got here-” You went to look at your phone for the time, almost scared of what it would read. You didn’t want him to have to leave, but holy fuck it was one in the morning. Your eyes hesitated to meet his and unsurprisingly to you, Harry was already looking at you. “Since you’ve properly dated someone.”

Oh. Yeah, that is not what you expected. “A little over three years I think. When I found out about Cadence, I was about a month along. Right after I saw the pink lines I took it to my boyfriend, then he left. Transferred to another school and was out of my life in less than a week. Guys don’t usually go for single mothers.” You weren’t upset that no one would date you because of your child, because she was all you needed. Sure, sometimes you wished that you had someone to connect with on an emotional and intimate level, but that didn’t matter as much as Cady does.

Harry didn’t understand the struggles of being a parent, or being a single parent at that. He really felt for you, in more ways than one which confused him. “You’re giving me this weird look, I can see it. A look that says you don’t quite understand, which is fine, I don’t expect you too. Okay, dating is like climbing a tree. You start at the bottom and gradually work your way up to the top. There will be bumps and branches along the way, and you are guaranteed to fall if you are not careful. If you do fall, your initial reaction is to walk away from it. But there will always be that one person that goes back and tries again because they have so much faith in that tree.”

“And somewhere along the way, you’ll find the tree that you will actually make it to the top with. Sometimes it takes climbing multiple different trees to make it to your treetop. It takes finding that one person to make it to the end with, and it’s hard to find that when my biggest branch is Cadence. I love her more than anything in this world, but she is the branch I can’t seem to make it past when looking for a new relationship.” You finished off your little rant. You could see some of the details click in his ever so spinning head. It surprised you to be honest, you have never heard nor thought about a relationship being compared to climbing a tree. But at the end of it all, it made so much sense to you, like something had clicked inside your head as well.

“I just don’t think I'm ready to climb to the top yet. I’m quite terrified of heights, and if I fall I don’t think I will be able to pick myself back up again.”

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When you first mentioned the tree conversation to Zoey, she wasn’t expecting it to be as deep as it was when you had explained it. To her, it was probably one of the cutest ways to describe something so complex. She was at a complete loss of words.

“Zoe?” You asked out quietly, awaiting the hum that would leave her lips encouraging you to continue. She was looking down at your intertwined hands that have grown the slightest bit sweaty due to the heat outside. “Yeah?”

“I’m scared that she will hate me because I just had to choose the guy who didn’t want children. I’m scared that she will feel like I’m replacing her by getting into a relationship, I never want her to feel the way I felt growing up. I’m scared of rejection. And yeah, I’m scared of getting hurt. But I’m also scared of Cadence growing too attached to whoever I end up dating and that she will get hurt if it ends as well. My dad walked out on me when I was three, I don’t want her to go through losing someone close to her.”

Your raw honesty shocked Zoey. It was a rare occurrence when you would fully open up, and it never gets easier for her because each time is worse than the last. “You will never know what happens if you don’t ever try. And if you fall? Well then you won’t be alone when picking up the pieces. I think you have to understand that no matter who you are with, Cadence will end up hurting because you know better than I do, growing up without a dad sucks. But having someone there is better than not having anyone at all. Now I’m not saying you should go jump his bones and ask his hand in marriage, I’m simply asking you to talk to him.”

“You don’t have to be with him if you don’t want to. But don’t hate him because Cady had a bad night.” Zoey was right, she was always right. You knew she was and she made very viable points. It wasn’t Harry’s fault that Cady asked about her dad, those questions were meant to come sooner or later, you were just hoping that you would have had more time to come up with a story.

“Aunt Oey! Mommy!” You heard little footsteps running towards the dining room, a smile instantly replacing the frown that had taken over your face. Cady appeared in your view, the skirt to her dress flowing each time he took a step. Her hair was bouncing and she finally made it to you while jumping on your lap. You felt so much comfort just having her in your presence.

“How was daycare, baby? Did you have fun?”

It was then that you noticed the small doll held in her grasp. “Mhm, Uncle Danny took me to get ice cream and then we went to the store. He bought this toy, you see it mommy? Do you see it?” She asked excitedly, the doll being pushed in your face. You laughed. “I do see it, baby. Danny.”

You looked at the man behind you, he held no look of regret. “You have got to stop spoiling my daughter. She is going to grow up and be snobby and greedy.” Cadence climbed out of your lap only to go to Zoey who picked her up with ease. “It’s not spoiling when she asks for it.”

“That is exactly what spoiling means.”

Daniel just shrugged his shoulders with a shit eating grin on his face. He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge before making his way over to the table where he would give a small kiss to his wife’s temple and Cady’s cheek. Making both girls laugh in admiration. Would it be so bad to have something like that?

“Hey Zoe, do you mind watching Cady for a little while tonight? I have some things to get done at the office if I’m going to get this promotion.” You hated asking people to watch Cady, but it was hard to get what you needed to get done with a toddler running around your office and destroying everything. She hastily nodded, almost as if she knew you were going to ask.

Before you left, you gathered the things you would need and gave Cadence a kiss on her head. Zoey had wished you luck, but Daniel pulled you to the side when you got to the front door.

“Don’t do anything stupid. You can thank me later.” He spoke out while handing you a folded up piece of paper and leaving with a sly wink. You were undeniably confused until you opened it up to see what it was, that’s when you smiled. He had caught on to what you were actually going to do.

So, with the address in hand and your bag in the other, you made your way out to your old car and drove off to the destination after putting it into your google maps. It didn’t take all but ten minutes to arrive at the small condo apartment, which actually surprised you that it was an apartment at all. Sure it was on the fancier side, one that was completely opposite of the one you had, but you would think having as much money as he did, he would live in an actual house.

After finding the apartment that you needed, you softly knocked on the door and waited patiently. When no one answered, you tried knocking again but this time a little louder in hopes that he would hear you. Was he even home? Oh god, what if you came all the way over here just for him to not be home.

Before you had the chance to turn around and start making your way back to your car, the door finally opened. However the man you had expected wasn’t the person standing in front of you with a sheepish smile on her face. Yeah, this was a bad idea.

“Harry is getting dressed, I’m assuming you are here for him, yes?” Her voice was strong, she had long brown hair, and not to mention the fact that she was absolutely stunning. Something you could never compare to. “I -- uhm -- actually it was nothing, could you just tell Harry that I stopped by-”

“Y/N?”

A body came walking up to the girl, his eyes wide when they landed on the girl standing on his doormat. You looked confused, maybe even a little -- hurt? That’s when it clicked, Harry looked at the other girl that was now standing beside him. “Harry, hi. I just wanted to talk, but I can see that it is probably a bad time for you so I will just go.”

Your words were rushed as you tried to get off of his doorstep just as fast. Except a hand reached over and grabbed your wrist, a smaller hand, a hand that belonged to the girl of the hour. “You’ve got it all wrong, darling. I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister. Just came by to drop off some groceries and was just heading out.” The look on your face as she spoke was almost comical. If you and Harry weren’t on bad terms right now, he would’ve laughed at your possible assumption.

It was easy to assume the worst in people, especially when you don’t know much about them. But come on, Harry and Gemma look alike, how could you have not pieced together the two? “Gemma.” A space was left between your words. “Hi -- hi I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All good things, I hope? Harry, why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?” Her question made your breath hitch, you could tell it had quite the effect on Harry as well as his face fell and his body froze. “She’s not my girlfriend, and you were just heading out, remember?” He spoke through gritted teeth. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms were crossed and his hair wet, curling at the ends. No doubt in your mind that he had just gotten out of the shower.

“Right, well then. It was lovely to meet you, I hope we can see each other again sometime.” Her voice was suggestive as she looked over at Harry. “It was lovely to meet you as well, have a safe trip home.” And with that, Gemma walked out into the parking lot where she would start up her car and drive off. The same way you had done when you left Zoey’s house.

A slight grunt is what pulled you out of your daze, almost forgetting where you were. You turned back around towards Harry where he was still leaning on the doorframe, however his face was a little softer than it was before. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Can we talk? I know it’s a little overdue but I need to apologize. For the other night, it wasn’t okay for me to lash out on you. And it certainly wasn’t okay for me to accuse you of hurting Cady. I’m sorry that it took so long to realize that, but can we please talk?”

Harry stared at you for a minute before sighing and moving farther into his apartment, opening his arm for you to follow him in. It was huge on the inside, just the living room was probably half the size of your whole apartment. On the walls hung a few pictures and polaroids of his family and friends, it also looked like there was a polaroid of fans at one of his concerts. Seeing that brought some warmth to your heart before you were brought back to reality.

“How did you know where I lived?”

“Daniel gave me the address. I was going to originally message you and ask if you wanted to meet up but then he gave me a paper that had your address on it. I’m sorry if I’m am overstepping in any way-”

“You’re not. It’s okay, I’m just confused as to why you came all this way to see me when last week you wanted nothing to do with me.” He interrupted you. You were ashamed of your actions, but at the time you really thought you were protecting Cady. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I was drunk and that’s not an excuse. But Harry, please believe me when I say I truly apologize. You don’t have to forgive me, actually it may be best if you don’t because then you wouldn’t have to deal with the mess that makes up my life. But I am hoping that you at least hear me out. Please?”

Harry was sat on his couch and he nodded his head over to the unoccupied cushion where he was silently telling you to sit. To which you obliged. “I’m not really good at this so bare with me. The night we first met I didn’t think about you actually becoming something in my life, I just thought you were going to be this random guy who talked to me because he felt bad for me. And then we got into a fight and you told me that not every guy was looking for something and that confused me. For days I kept thinking about what that could possibly mean. Was it that you weren’t just looking for a quick fuck in the bathroom? Was it that you weren’t looking for a friendship or even a relationship for that matter?”

“I had no clue, but then you showed up on my doorstep, kind of like I did just now. You told me that Zoey sent you over and that night was probably one of the best nights I have had in my life. I don’t know how to explain it to you other than, I felt alive for the first time in such a long time. For as long as I can remember, I have been living for other people. If it wasn’t for my mother, it was for Alex. Then it was for Cady when she came along. But that night, I felt like I actually had a place in my life. A place where I belonged that wasn’t attached to my self absorbed parents, or my daughter. Is that selfish of me? To think that I could live my life apart from Cadence?”

He wasn’t looking at you but you knew he was taking in everything you were saying. “‘S not selfish. You’re human, everyone is allowed to live their own lives. Even while being a parent.” He spoke in a delicate manner, but there was something else to it. Almost as if he wasn’t actually saying everything he wanted to say.

“Right, well anyways like I was saying, you made me feel something I haven’t felt in a very long time. Hell, I don’t even know if I have ever felt like myself if I’m being honest with you. And I remember going to sleep that night after you left on cloud nine. It was something I wanted to feel everyday, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Because why would someone as perfect as you, want a girl who’s so -- damaged?”

“I have trust issues. And I have abandonment issues. I tend to pull away when I feel like things are going great, hence the reason I snap on you every time we hang out. I don’t know why I do it, and I apologize for it. The night that Cady came to me asking why you left, I immediately thought that for some reason she had burned into her skull that you were her dad. I froze and I took it out on you without even looking at the bigger picture. She wasn’t implying that you were her father, she was just asking why she didn’t have one because you didn’t answer your phone that night. I went into strict momma bear mode and took all of my frustrations out on you.”

“I think part of it was because I wanted to give you a reason to hate me. I didn’t want you to grow attached in case something bad happened. I didn’t want Cadence to get attached to you in case you decided that we weren’t what you wanted in the world. That we wouldn’t be good enough for the world you live in. And most importantly, I, myself, didn't want to get attached because I’ve gone through a traumatic breakup before. One I didn’t know if I could come back from. I promised myself that I would never put myself in that position ever again. In a sense, I felt like I was protecting all of us.”

You took a break to breathe for a moment, surprisingly there were no tears welling up in your eyes. It’s like opening up to Harry was what you were put on this earth to do. “You don’t have to protect me, Y/N. I’m more than capable of doing that myself, and I see where you’re coming from, I do. I just wish that you wouldn’t focus on the bad outcome all of the time. If you hadn’t, then you would see that I am in this one hundred and ten percent. I have been falling for you since the first time I saw you. Do you remember that?” He asked quietly, his own confessions filling the air.

“Of course I remember it, Harry. I was literally just talking about it-”

Harry interrupted you again, “no, not the wedding. ‘M talking about before that. Zoey threw a Christmas party and you were there. You wore a red dress and little to no make up on. Cady wasn’t there with you, I have no clue where she was but it looked like you were having the best time of your life. I remember the first time we caught eyes with each other. I was at the bar and you were standing with Zoey and one of her friends by the dessert table and you just gave me this beautiful smile. I couldn’t get enough of it. I never worked my way up to talking to you that night.”

“I saw you again in March of this year. You were walking into the daycare with Cady and I was across the street at some random flower cart. At the time I still thought that she was your sister, and I remember thinking she was just the cutest baby I have ever seen. I stayed at the flower cart for a good five minutes just watching you through the window, creepy I know. But I couldn’t help it. You were playing with Cady when you first set her down in the room, probably just letting her warm up to the place before you left. And when you did leave, you left with giving her a quick kiss and dropping her diaper bag off with the person working there. The guy working at the cart had given me a free bouquet of flowers if I promised him to give them to you. However I didn’t even know who you were so I told Zoey to give them to her cute brunette friend with the freckles.”

You had remembered that day because Zoey did in fact give them to you when you stopped by her house. All she told you was that one of Daniel’s friends wanted you to have them. You went home that night and stuck them in a vase full of water, the flowers died a week later. You didn’t know much about flowers because no one had ever gotten you any, but that night you searched it up in attempts to find out what they were. Only to find out that they were popular for weddings; white and light pink dahlias. After that day they had become your new found favorite, always going to the florist to buy more.

“The last time I saw you was at Nick’s Coffee Shop, I was in there having some tea and reading the morning newspaper, as an old man does, and you walked in with a long yellow dress on. Your hair was in a french braid and instead of heels you went for some natural hightops. It was the morning of the wedding, you got an iced coffee to go but before you left, you locked eyes with mine and smiled before walking out. I didn’t know you were going to be at the wedding, I didn’t know when I would be able to see you again. If I would ever see you again. So, I ran to the only person I knew -- Daniel.”

“He was still at the house getting his suit ready when I barged in. I kept talking about how there was this girl, she was the prettiest I had ever seen. I wanted to get to know her but all I knew was that you knew Zoey, so if you knew Zoey then you had to know Daniel, but he didn’t know who I was talking about. That’s the reason he was late, I held him up at his house while we completely lost track of time; talking about you.”

“When I saw you down the aisle with Zoey, I felt a huge rush of relief fly over me. This was my chance to finally ask the pretty girl out, I wasn’t going to give that up. Y/N, I know you think that just because you have a baby that it means no one wants to be with you, but I want you to know that that’s not the case with me. I wouldn’t have fought so hard the other night if I didn’t want you. The reason I didn’t answer the phone was because I was with Danny figuring out a way to apologize to you for ignoring you. I wanted to give you space so you could figure out what you wanted, just because I grew feelings for you doesn’t mean that I would automatically force you to be with me.”

“All I’m asking is that you don’t lead me on to believe that I have a chance when in reality, I might not be what you want. Because it would crush me if I have to give you and Cadence up after already growing so attached. So, take as long as you need to figure out what you want. Okay?”

The words he spoke ricocheted through your mind and you didn’t know how to process it. You had no recollection of ever meeting Harry before the night of the reception, but then again you also weren’t really looking either. But he was, he had sent you flowers without ever knowing your name. He had noticed you when doing the smallest of tasks like dropping your daughter off at daycare. He had taken a keen interest in you and yet after all of this time, he’s still here. After all you have put him through. Harry is still here. He was right in front of you, wrapped up in the complication of your heart, you didn’t need to think about anything.

“I wouldn’t dream of ever leading you on. It’s going to take some time for me to be fully ready, but I don’t want to spend another second thinking about what could be. Let’s just start by getting to know each other and move up from there because I believe that we can be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart. I’m willing to do this, but we have to go slow. And Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to bring Cady into this until our intentions are clear, okay? It’s not that I don’t believe you when you say you care for us, I just want to make sure that she doesn’t get hurt if either one of us decides that we aren't what we want.”

Harry gently grabbed your fiddling hands and squeezed them in his own. “We take this however slow, however far you want. I’m here. And I will stand by your wishes because at the end of the day, all that matters are you and her. I will do whatever it takes to make you mine. I will go through extraordinary measures to make you see my commitment to you and to Cadence. If I don’t get to see her for the first few months, even years, so be it. Because I want you, I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday.”

You were smiling like a complete idiot. The slight emptiness you felt waking up this morning finally filled with the desire you have so desperately been craving for.

“The Notebook, classy.” You said out loud with a small laugh following behind it. Harry laughed along with you, his dimples showing making you go absolutely insane.

“Meredith Grey, even classier.”

And as if you were living in your own little fairytale, Harry moved his hand to stroke your cheek before finally leaning in and pressing his lips to yours for a long awaited second kiss.

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This was probably the longest chapter I have taken the time to write. When I said that I didn't know what direction I wanted to take this story in, I wasn't kidding. But now I have the slightest idea and this will probably be one of the last chapters. I hope you are enjoying their journey so far, and the journey for what's yet to come. I've been thinking about writing post-op smaller chapters -- like blurbs I guess -- to show you their lives. I don't know, it's hard to know that this is ending and I don't want to give up Cadence. If you have any requests you would like me to make, I have a link in my description where you can let me know. Thank you for following me in reading My Girl, and I will see you for the final chapter on Monday.

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[strangestdiary]

under your spell | nandor the relentless

relationship: Nandor/Fem!Reader

request: Hi! Are you still taking requests? If so can I request a jealous!Nandor x reader? 

words: 2.7k

warnings: Angst, asshole dates, fluff

A/N: I feel like the jealousy isn’t really there but I hope you still like it. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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Nandor noticed there was something different about you today. Having come for his daily visit just as it went dark outside, you had only given him a hello before stalking back over to your closet to nervously comb through your clothes asking what looked better before throwing it into the steadily growing pile. You kept sighing to yourself, mumbling under your breath that you needed a little more color in your wardrobe. He found it strange how urgent you seemed to be, the sweat beading on your forehead being proof enough that you were working yourself up over something seemingly very important to you. 

Since you were Nandor’s first actual human friend in a few centuries give or take he couldn’t help but feel like he was out of the loop, confusion and curiosity pecking at the back of his head. He shifted his legs so they crossed, leaning back in your desk chair and watched as you groan yet again, running your hands over your face. 

“So what exactly is all of this about?” Nandor asked, your frenzied state leaving a tinge of worry as he watched you. Watching you take a blouse he had never seen you in before off it’s hanger with a sigh mumbling how ‘this should do’. 

You glanced over at him, noting how it would almost look like he was floating if it weren’t for the pink back of the desk chair poking out from behind him every so often when he moved from side to side idly. “Chloe set me up on a date with her friend, I sort of know him from when he would come hang out with us sometimes.” You turned back around to your closet again, kneeling down to look for a pair of shoes that would actually look decent with the shirt clutched in your hand. “This is the first actual date I’ve been on in like a year so I’m kind of freaking out if that wasn’t already noticeable.” Your tone of voice was heavy with self depreciation, a chuckle following afterwards to smooth it all down. “He’s nice though. I just hope I don’t screw it up.”

Nandor swore he almost felt his dead heart sink a little, a date? “Interesting.” Was all Nandor found himself saying, he was kind of shocked to even think of the idea of you going on a date. Sure he knew you had human friends and that you didn’t just talk to him or Nadja but it was hard to think of you going on a date with someone. Even then he couldn’t help but scowl, why would some human you barely knew be more important than him? He could offer far more than some weak mortal that your friend had paired you with. Nandor wondered just how interesting this man had to be in order for you to skip a night with himself. 

Nandor’s bitter train of thought was cut off by your voice “I hope you don’t mind. I mean I know we usually have movie nights tonight but he said that tonight was the only good night for him.” You sounded so genuinely apologetic.

Nandor shifted in the small chair as you awaited his response “It is okay. I will just ask Guillermo to watch the Pet Semeteries with me instead. You can go on your little human date.” His response was a lot more defensive than you had hoped, it made your stomach knot slightly, feeling bad for flaking on Nandor without warning. Especially since this was your designated movie night. You couldn’t help but still feel bad though like in a way you had betrayed him especially since Nandor was one of your closest friends, someone you usually told everything to.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you Nandor.” You walked over to him, his head tilting up only barely to look up at you putting on a closed smile that didn’t meet his eyes. A strange aching feeling growing in his chest, even with your promise he still couldn’t help but still feel disappointed. You were giving up your time with him for some puny human man? He wanted to hiss at the thought. 

“It is okay, I understand.” He stood from the desk chair and patted you on the bicep twice, a certain awkwardness to the gesture. “Now if you excuse me I will make my way back home, I have important things to do as well.” The tone of his voice completely betrayed what he was saying, blatantly trying to guilt you out of the date all together. 

You couldn’t help but smile up at him, feeling a distant ache of your own resting in your heart. “I’ll see you tomorrow Nandor, and to make up for skipping movie night I’ll let you pick out two movies to watch.” Before he turned his back to you and walked out the door you grabbed his hand, his cold skin comforting in your night of nervousness “I really am sorry.” 

Nandor’s eyes were on your joined hands, a certain fluttering feeling ripping through his stomach. “I- It’s okay.” His gaze lifted up to catch your eyes, a soft smile stretching across his lips before slowly releasing your hand from his own. “I will see you tomorrow.” 

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You had finally gotten ready after Nandor left and drove to the restaurant you and Daniel were meant to meet at. This wasn’t your first time meeting him but it was the first time you had been alone with him, usually Chloe being there as well as some other friends. 

He had seemed kind and caring and like he was genuinely interested in you when Chloe was around, and according to her he had practically begged her to score this date with you. You had liked him then but when he sat himself down in front of you now, there was something different about him. The smile he gave you made your skin prick uncomfortably but you brushed it off thinking it was merely first date jitters. 

You smiled back at him, looking at him fully. “You look good.” you complimented truthful in your words, noticing how the grey button up he wore brought out the freckles sprinkling his skin. His hair was styled nicely, looking soft and fluffy. You noticed his nails were painted notably a while ago given how chipped the black coating was now, it reminded you of Laszlo for a second. 

He looked at you over the top of the menu, a brow raised in question “Thanks.” He replied with a slightly cocky tone, setting the menu down in front of him. “You look nice too.” He gestured to you.

You felt your chest swell with pride, maybe tonight would go a little better than you had previously thought. Your nervousness melted away in the moment as you glanced down at the menu. 

Though unfortunately it wasn’t long before Daniel began to show his true colors, slipping in condescending remarks and a teasing chuckle any time you would talk about something you were interested in, only to cut you off to talk about him more and more. You couldn’t help but sigh audibly as he droned on about his extensive research on war history, specifically the second world war, it almost made you think Colin had somehow learned how to shapeshift but you also knew that Colin had the decency to at least be a tad bit respectful. 

“So what’s your favorite film?” He asked, “Mine is probably pulp fiction. You know the way Tarantino just knows how to make a good film is just amazing.”

You shrugged your shoulders lightly, mulling over the question “I don’t know, probably something horror, it’s hard to choose.” 

Daniel groaned before shaking his head “I don’t understand why people watch that shit, I mean why do people want to get scared on purpose?” He smiled over at you, “I mean seriously it just seems stupid. I personally hate horror movies, and the gore.” He let out a sigh and shook his head again as if disgusted with even the idea of horror movies “I just don’t get how people watch that stuff without feeling sick.” 

After that it just seemed like he wouldn’t stop talking, topic after topic he dominated with his overbearing opinions. Anything you expressed interest in he would belittle, undermining them and making them seem lesser than his own, and yet he still smiled over at you as if you were supposed to be having fun. 

“How about we get outta here? I can take you back to my place.” He reached over the table to grab your hand, you instinctively pulled away from him. Disgust settling like a rock in your stomach. “Come on, don’t act like that.” He chuckled. There was something in his eyes that unsettled you more than anything that night. “I could show you a really good time.” He reached for your hand again, fingers wrapping around your wrist blunt nails biting into your skin.

You grabbed your bag, backing up in your chair feeling your eyes sting, wrenching your wrist out of his hand. “N- no that’s fine actually. I have someone who’s coming to pick me up.” You stumbled over the chair leg a little when you stood ignoring his exasperated huff before trying to convince you to sit back down. You shakily tore money from your wallet not even bothering to count it before throwing it next to your unfinished drink and rushing away from the table. 

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You burst through the gothic Staten Island home with a sob, having held it in the whole drive to the house as a way to avoid crashing your car. Relief briefly filled you as you noticed there was nobody in the foyer to witness your much less than presentable state. With how quiet the home was you assumed nobody was even home, but either way you still rushed to Nandor’s room hoping to seek some type of solace after your disastrous night. There was a certain lightness that you felt in your heart at the thought of Nandor being there for you, a flutter in your chest. 

Once you opened the door you couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh that he was standing at his antique writing desk that you had bought him as a birthday gift just two years ago. He spun on his heels letting out a surprised gasp “Is it Halloween already?” he said before noticing it was just you. 

You let out a teary laugh sniffling grossly, Nandor did a double take before realizing the messy tears and black streaks running down your face. A certain type of rage settled over him like a shadow, who had done this to you? His kind and caring human trembling at his door. 

Nandor walked over to where you stood grabbing your hand gently and ushering you over to the small loveseat sitting in the corner of his room, more of a decorative piece than used for actual comfort. You didn’t miss the dust that picked up around the both of you as you sat down. “What creature did this to you?” There was a darkness in his voice, a threatening look washed over his features. 

“Daniel…” You spat, the night replaying in your head. For a second you had wondered if you were overreacting. Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal and you were pushing it out of proportion, but you couldn’t help but feel that disgusting crawl on your skin where he had touched. He had seemed like such a nice person the other times you had met him, why was he so different now? What had changed? 

Nandor remembered now, your human date that you had been so nervous about a few hours prior. He felt one of his hands curl into a fist, a certain type of anger he couldn’t place overcoming him. Some worthless human had hurt you this badly, the pain he wished to bring this Daniel was unthinkable. 

You sniffled again wiping your nose with the back of your hand before forcing out a pitiful laugh, a painful sound to Nandor’s ears “I’m sorry for coming here… I’m probably just overreacting.” You shook your head at yourself before giving him a strained smile,. “He was just a jerk... I’m probably being stupid.” 

Nandor’s dead heart aches when hearing you speak, why were you sorry? You were clearly hurt so why did you feel so apologetic when someone else had hurt you. “It is not your place to say sorry, Y/N.” Nandor reasoned. His hand came up to cup your face, thumb raking over your stained cheek. “I am here if you wish to tell me about your date.” He almost sounded reluctant to say the word itself. 

You smiled at him a few more tears slipping from your eyes at his gentleness, a complete contrast to the other man you had tortured yourself with, but you guessed it wasn’t your fault. “He was awful.” You started “And he didn’t shut his mouth. All he did was look at me like I was a piece of meat.” You vented to Nandor for almost two hours, his attention never venturing away from you. He gripped onto every word you said, not even interrupting to say a quip of his own like usual. 

Once you were done and your second round of tears had finally dried Nandor smiled at you sweetly, his thumb caressing the top of your hand. “Well if you would like. Maybe some night I could take you on a real date.” You tensed up a little, taken by surprise yet again that night, but for a completely different reason. 

Never in your time knowing him had you ever considered the possibility of Nandor uttering words quite like that. He wanted to go on a date… with you? A human? He looked at you with such sincerity you felt your heart swell. You had suspected your feelings for Nandor for a while now but never even thought about pursuing them given how your mortality circumstances. You had always assumed he would look down on something so taboo as a vampire dating a human. 

“You look like a soul sucking ghoul just entered the room.” Nandor commented squeezing your hand in his. 

“Those exist?” You couldn’t help but ask, a laugh following. You felt winded looking into Nandor’s adoring eyes. “I didn’t even think you would be into the whole human vampire thing.” His face twisted slightly before smoothing back over.

“I wasn’t really… Not before I met you I’ve come to realize.” He said “I’m not one to judge but it wasn’t really my type of thing, but after Nadja had brought you to the house for the first time. Then when we actually became friends, well I guess my perspective began to shift.” Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, a smile coming to your lips. 

You intertwined your fingers with Nandor’s, nodding your head after considering his heavy hitting words “I would love to go on a date with you Nandor.” Your eyes were stinging once again “I mean in a way I’m sure I’ve always had feelings for you since we first met.” You confessed thinking back to the time you saw him for the first time only four years ago, your nervousness and Nadja’s encouraging words before hissing at Laszlo who assumed you were meant to be food. 

Nandor hoisted you up off the dusty loveseat with a wide smile spreading across his face “Wonderful! Let’s go.” 

“What right now?” You asked as he dragged you towards his bedroom door and down the hall to the foyer where Colin was rounding the corner. It only took a second to remember how messy you probably looked, knowing your makeup was probably ruined and stained against your cheeks. 

“Yes! There’s still three more hours until daylight!” Nandor enthused, grinning at you over his shoulder. 

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[silverofdreams]

My story is finished.

I have to thank @ao719, @debramcg1106, @burnsoslow, @the-soot-sprite who told me to post this thing cause its not within my comfort zone to write, Im more of a reader. But my brain wants me to explore this, and I might write more of it if it makes people happy to read it.

” What if….

A tale of two people”

 Authors note:

This is a one shot, and my first time ever exploring this

fandom in words. English is not my language so please excuse any mistakes or grammar faults.

Synopsis:

This story explores the What if Drake mentioned in book 2, what if he and Rose (Riley) met somewhere else other than Liam’s bachelor party could their story have become different?

 Pairing:

Rose / Drake

 Warnings:

None, this is pure fluff, maybe a bit angst because Drake is Drake.

Rating

-       PG -

        F

riday afternoon, Rose Greer had just clocked off her day shift at the bar where she worked together with her friend Daniel. She had looked forward to an evening having a long bath and then watching a movie since her work required a lot of willpower and she simply did not have a lot of that, but she needed the money and it paid her bills, so she stuck with it.

 She had longed for this evening all week and sighed loudly when her phone went off. She looked at the screen “Sandra calling”, Sandra was also one of her good friends in New York. Rose knew this could mean only one thing another blind date. Sandra was well-known for her ability to set friends up with guys, she had an agency that expertise in this and had tried to get Rose aboard several times since she moved to New York. “Yes,” she answered after debating whether she should or not.

“Rose! my best friend in the world”! Sandra’s voice echoed on the other end “I have a proposal for you”, Rose sighed “What now”? Sandra’s voice shrieked with excitement “I have a great blind date for you my friend, you cannot say no this time too good to pass up I assure you”.

“Sandra, I have heard this plenty of times before, why is this such a good opportunity” Rose questioned her friend. “I have this guy who is very handsome, he seems to fit your book of guys really well, tough but indeed handsome please help me out this time will you”. Rose sighed it could not hurt to at least go and see the guy once right, “Okay Sandra, tell me time and place and what kind of clothes I should wear”.

Sandra gave her the info needed, Rose headed home for a quick shower, a change of clothes and then the wait time begun.

7 pm arrived, Rose headed out to the restaurant Sandra told her to go to, it was a smaller one with a cozy decoration. Rose headed inside and sat down by a window, her date seemed not to have arrived yet.

If it was one thing, she hated it was people not clocking in on time, and this person seemed to fit that bill way to good. Five minutes later a guy dressed all in denim entered the place. Rose eyes widened as denim was so out of fashion, this year it was all about style for the guys in New York.

He stood a few moments looking around the area, and Rose got annoyed it was really no other people than her there at that time. He then saw her sitting by the window and walked up. “Are you Greer”? He simply asked hesitating a moment before sitting down opposite her.

“My name is Rose, thank you very much” she said a bit icily since it was not polite to greet the way he did meeting someone the first time. Oh, dear this meeting does not start on the top she thought to herself. The guy sighed to himself Why did I agree to this? The both sat in silence for about five minutes before Rose decided she had to do something, or her night off would be ruined. “Okay, it is clear none of us really want to be here, but why do we not try our best to make it a nice evening for the both of us”? She said and looked at him. He nodded “well yeah okay”. “Why do you not tell me your name to start” Rose said awaiting his reply.

“ Drake” he shifted a bit uncomfortable in his chair “ Look I’m not very good with this chit chat small talk thing with people, I’m also  not good at apologizing for my behavior either but I am sorry if I seem like a jerk to you I try not to be it is my personality “ Rose nodded “ it’s all right I do understand, it is not easy to talk to strangers and I am totally  agreeing with you about that”. “

Should we start by ordering food and then try go to there making the best out of this meeting for both of us”?  She asked, he agreed luckily for him there was both his favorite food burgers and whiskey on the restaurant’s menu. He made his order while Rose looked on with a surprised look “oh we like the same stuff that is good” she said with a hint of a smile. The first smile she had shown that evening. She ordered the same things as him and the waiter left them alone. “So, Drake was it, where are you from and how did you end up in New York”? Rose asked after a while. Drake pondered for a bit before replying “I’m from a small Island called Cordonia, I ended up here because I needed some space from what is going on back there”. Rose listened now more intrigued by this young man. He seemed to be around her age, what could be so terrible he had to leave and go to another country.?

“Wow, that seem like some tough things are going on in your life”? I myself are a New Yorker, my family is normal people and live in another state, but I choose to stay here because it is my home”. Drake simply nodded he was a man of few words but once someone melted his icy heart, he really could be a soft guy but that the would not tell her about, she would have to figure out that one herself if they were to meet again. The food soon arrived, it tasted nice Sandra sure had choose this place for a reason Rose thought as she tried the burger front of her. “Mmmmm this is tasty” she nodded as the first bit was taken in. Drake tasted his and nodded “yeah, its certainly is no bad stuff”. The two of them indulged their food during silence, sometimes its nicer to eat and enjoy the food than interrupting the other with questions. Rose is a girl that like to talk to new people she meets, but if the guy is not so into it, she tries to accept his ways and roll with it. She figured he seemed like a nice but silent guy, perhaps a bit aloof at times but certainly an interesting personality. His looks were no shame though, he was indeed handsome, muscular body type and eyes that could piece into one’s heart at the right moment. Sandra had for once not been wrong that it was a very handsome guy indeed.

Drake had similar thoughts, the woman at that dating agency had stopped him on the streets and convinced him tonight would be the perfect date for him. He would not really believe it, but the woman had insisted so he had obliged to go to the meeting. He was a guy with very little patience for silly girls, he could not stand talking about topics like fashion, movies and the like he was a man of few words. But this girl intrigued him like no one else he had met, he did not know why, it simply felt right. Maybe if he again dared to explore love he might end up happy, might have a life filled  of warm, laughter and love but it would take a while to get there, he had to try and make efforts, see where things would go he would have to get over his past girlfriend who left him to be with his best friend, he had to learn to move on with his life.

[pinkykitten]

Accident

Zach Dempsey x Davina Jensen (who is portrayed by Danielle Campbell)

Warning: some curse words, mentions Hannah’s death, bullying

Specifics: oc, fluff, angst, bullying, comedy, aesthetic, art, nerd, 400 followers competition

People: Zach Dempsey, (oc) Davina Jensen, Clay Jensen, Tyler Down, Matt Jensen, Lainie Jensen, Bryce Walker, Montgomery De La Cruz, Scott Reed, nurse, Hannah Baker (mentioned), Skye Miller (mentioned) 

Words: 3,418

Masterlist

Requested: By @misspygmypie  OC x Zach Dempsey! Her name is Davina,Clays younger sister. She's 5ft, has tattoos and is shy/nerdy/a loser like Clay (they're like besties). Zach sees her hitting her head on a locker accidentally and brings her to the nurse, then takes her home and asks Clay about her the next day. In the end Zach takes her out to a roller skating rink as date. His buddies make fun of him for dating her but Zach kisses her at school in front of everyone, making them "official".

Authors Note: i was so happy to announce the winner of the 400 followers competition, which was the one and only @misspygmypie. thank u so much for participating and to all of u that did. i luved this idea i thought it was so unique and special all ur oc’s fam r special to me 😊. i luved everything about this and i tried to incorporate everything that brigitte gave me. thank u for the request and again thank u all for 400 followers i still am in shock. u guys are amazing, and just thank u all for liking my stories. feedback is much appreciated here. enjoy MY GORGEOUS CHILDREN! hope u like this brigitte, this ones for u!

previous oc story for my 300 followers: Zach Dempsey x oc Adeline Foster

“C’mon Dav (said like dove but with an a so dav but kinda with an accent) wake up,” Clay groaned as he shook Davina from her slumber.

Big brothers were sometimes tough to handle, especially Clay Jensen. 

Davina shook in her sleep, trying to swat away her annoying brother of hers, “leave me alone! Wake me up later!”

Just then their dad walked in, Matt Jensen, “whats going on here? Mom made breakfast for the two of you, you guys have to already be ready for school.”

Clay pointed to Davina, “as you can see dad thats what I have been trying to do.”

Davina’s dad sighed and patted her softly, “wake up sweetheart, you need to go to school today remember?”

Davina shot up, while rubbing her eyes, “why? School sucks!”

Matt shrugged while rubbing her back, “I want you both downstairs. Now.”

Davina got out of her bed, slipping on her s’mores slippers.

She yawned and stretched, while her brother just watched, obviously annoyed. “”Can you hurry up with your stretching or do I need to call dad for that too?”

Davina smacked her older brothers head and grinned, “good morning to you too Clay Jensen!”

She ran downstairs to greet her mother and to partake in the breakfast. She was always seated next to Clay. 

Ever since Davina came into this world her and Clay have been like two peas in  a pod. They always acted as if they were twins, knowing what the other one wanted to say, finishing each others sentences. Clay was her best friend, the most important person in her life. 

Thats why it hurt Davina when Clay had to deal with Hannah’s death. It made her sad but her brother was devastated. Clay tried to brush off her death, to try to say he was fine, that it didn’t cause him any pain but deep down Davina knew that, that was not true. 

“So Skye Miller, hmmm? Seems pretty legit, funny my brother goes for someone who also has tattoos,” Davina chuckled at the thought while her brother blushed down in his cereal bowl in embarrassment. 

“Really? Well I hope we can meet her one day,” their mother, Lainie Jensen, said as she put the OJ in the middle of the table. “And honey how many times have I told you I want you to cover up your tattoos?”

“But mom-,” Davina protested. 

“Honey, they make her who she is, and if kids can’t see that those art pieces on her arm make her Davina, then they need to skedaddle away,” her father stood up for her, drinking some of his morning coffee while reading something on his ipad.

“Well just be careful okay. Love the dress though, you look beautiful,” Davina’s mother caressed her cheek. “Always reminding me of those vintage tv shows.”

“Thanks mom.”

Matt peered from the top of his glasses, “What’d you kids think of doing after school?”

In unison Davina and Clay said, “we’re gonna be watching The Empire Strikes Back of course.”

Davina looked up smirking, yep she and her brother were a couple of nerdy kids. Star wars, comic books, video games, all those things and more, thats all she has ever known. 

Their father took his spectacles off and with a confused face just stared at his two children as if they said they were going to eat the toilet. All Davina heard being muttered was a, “thats just creepy.”

Davina laughed and stood up hastily running to the door. “Clay today I’m driving so...lets go!”

Clay groaned in annoyance and quickly grabbed his book bag to try to keep up with her. 

School was a war zone.

Indeed it is.

Stepping into that school made Davina nervous, anxious. Being Clay Jensen’s sister was no easy task. Especially with his reputation at school, people viewed her without getting to know her as a stupid loser. She felt shy, and in many ways unworthy. 

“Whelp getting ready for all those stares,” Davina shrugged. “Crap I forgot to give Tyler that book he borrowed. I’ll be right back.”

Clay gripped her arm and his eyes bugged out, “Dav I don’t think thats such a good idea. I mean Tyler kinda was a-”

“Stalker,” she finished his sentence.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry Clay, you don’t always need to protect me. I’m fine. Go enjoy your girlfriend,” Davina pointed in front of her and Clay turned his head to see Skye waving to him. When Clay turned back to Davina, Davina had walked away backwards while producing kissing sounds. “Go get her lover boy.”

Clay shook his head, chuckling. 

Thankfully, Tyler was close by. “Hey Tyler,” Davina waved to him. 

Tyler gave a shy smile and closed his locker, “H-h, hey Davina whats, whats um going on?”

“I forgot to give you this last week. Thank you so much for letting me borrow this like you’re a life saver!”

“Oh yeah no problem, hey what was you’re favorite part?”

Davina leaned by his locker, placing her hand on her hip. “I love the part when they figure out who the murderer is, to me it seemed super creepy.”

“Really? Oh my god thats my favorite part two, it like gave me the chills!”

Davina nodded and rubbed her arms up and down. Tyler cleaned his camera lens and gulped. 

“Hey Davina, I’ve heard you really like video games and stuff. I was just wondering, me and a couple of friends are gonna play some games at my house this Saturday. Would you like to come? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to I get it but if you-”

“Sure, I would love to go over. I love video games like I’m obsessed! I might beat you though!”

Tyler was shocked, brushing back his brown curls and licking his lips, “ye-yeah, yeah, okay, yeah, so I’ll get that ready and yeah just show up!”

Just as Davina was about to answer, Bryce and his crew started laughing and saying, “the creep and the loser.” Davina turned around and gave them a glare. But then as she turned her head she saw the tall Zach Dempsey. Her breathing stopped and she was just consumed by the presence of Zach. 

“Anyways thanks Tyler see you later,” Davina left to go put her items in her locker. Her eyes still glued to the dashing Dempsey.

The education rolled off all the teachers tongue as if they were fruit roll ups. Calculus and physics filled up the air all the way to the top. Davina sat at her desk not paying any attention to the class but her thoughts wondered to Zach. She has always been too shy to speak to Zach, so she didn’t know much about him. Only that he was into sports and a part of Bryce’s snotty group. 

The bell rang which meant for lunch and Davina sprinted out of the art class to the lunch room to reunite with her brother. 

Art. One of life’s beautiful appearance of feelings. In the art class they have, Davina was the head of it. Not many children were in that club but she didn’t mind just as long as she got to do what she adored. 

Davina running to her destination didn’t see a locker open and surely enough. 

Wham!

She met harshly with the locker. The sound of the metal echoed through the halls. Davina fell back, clutching her forehead which was already starting to bruise. 

“Hey, hey are you okay,” came a loud deep voice. 

Davina’s vision was cloudy, and she groaned in pain. “Ouch, my head.”

“You guys wait for me back there. I’m gonna take her to the nurse’s office,” came that voice again. 

A pair of strong arms lifted Davina from the floor. She sighed and slowly regained her vision. She looked up to see who was carrying her, and the sight almost made her want to dig a whole and die in it. 

It was Zach Dempsey. 

“Zach! I think I’m good, you don’t need to do all this,” she giggled shyly. She clutched for Zach’s shirt tightly, afraid of falling from his height. 

“We’re almost there. You hit your head pretty badly, I don’t really want you to pass out.”

Davina nodded and just stayed there like a limp dog. 

She was carried to the nurses office. Feeling so embarrassed that her cheeks were a bright pink. 

Zach gently laid her on one of the beds there. Davina looked everywhere but him, feeling shy. 

“What happened to her,” asked the nurse nonchalantly as if many children looked like this. 

“She hit her head on a locker, you can see the bruise right here,” Zach softly pointed to her bruise. Davina hissed and Zach apologized, he than sat in a nearby chair waiting patiently for Davina. 

Davina tried not to laugh, Zach was so big compared to the chair he was sitting on. 

“I’ll go get an ice pack and call her parents,” the nurse walked on out to get the items. 

“Whats so funny,” Zach smiled charmingly. 

“Its just you look so large compared to the chair you’re sitting on.”

Zach laughed along side her, awaiting for the nurse to come back. And planting a new seed within them. 

Davina and Zach connected that day. Joking around like a couple of high school kids...wait thats what they are...anyways, joking around. Making each other smile and laugh and just appreciate each others company. 

Clay took Davina home and was furious with her as he put it, “artsy fartsy clumsiness.” She couldn’t help but giggle at that name. 

When they arrived home, Davina’s parents were also irate. Scolding her for not being more aware of her surroundings and not watching out. Now she wore a huge bruise on her forehead. 

“Great,” she muttered to herself as she stared in the mirror. 

Since the dilemma Davina’s parents did not want her going to school the next day so instead Clay got to go only. 

Davina seeing that her mother and her brother had left got on another one of her dresses and set off to her favorite places, first Starbucks then her favorite diner. 

Rosie’s Diner. 

Davina got her favorite Starbucks drink, enjoying the taste of the liquid in her mouth. Next door to Starbucks was the diner. 

The door made a ring as she opened the old, dingy, door. She sat by the biggest window and pulled out her favorite book. 

Reading was like another world to her. She could put herself anywhere and she was just...there. By a pirate ship in the deep blue sea. On her way to a trip to Mars. She could go anywhere when she read. 

In the afternoon, Davina arrived back home. She walked in on her brother texting his girlfriend. 

“Oooooh Skye, whats she got to say,” Davina wiggled her eyebrows. 

“You’re such a weirdo! Hey have you been talking a lot to Zach?”

Davina’s eyes widened and looked to her hands, her cheeks becoming red. “No.”

“Oh my god Dav, you’re lying!”

“Fine! He’s the one that carried me yesterday to the nurses office right after I hit my head.”

“Wait, wait, what? He carried you? Like, like in as a baby, carried you?”

Davina bit her lip and nodded. 

“Dav, you got to be so careful with those creeps especially that dic* head Zach.”

Davina rolled her eyes and plopped down on Clay’s bed. “You’re not my dad Clay. I’m fine. Besides we just talked, end of story.”

“Not quite,” Clay said as he laid next to you. “He’s been asking about you the whole day. Asking me if you were okay, about your head. He wants to know, and he asked me this personally, if you would like to go on a date with him, at the skating rink?”

Davina punched Clay lightly and shot up. “Are you serious?”

“Jesus Christ Dav, what the heck was that about? Yes I’m serious. Jeesh I think you split my innards.”

“Drama queen,” Davina pushed her lips out. “When though? Aghhh I’m so lost at dating, its just another world I don’t know anything about!”

“Tonight, but hey you’re not actually thinking of going right?”

Davina stopped her pacing and planted her feet sternly to the ground, “why not? I don’t see the issue, Clay he actually likes me. I’ve never gotten that kind of attention, I mean look at me. Why can’t I just have fun for one day?”

Clay shook his head but then sighed in defeat, “fine! You win! Just please be careful okay.”

Davina squealed in excitement and ran to her big brother, “thank you so much Clay! Yes! Oh my god what am I gonna wear?”

Davina sat in the car that her and Clay shared. Waiting for Zach to appear. She was waiting in the parking lot for him at Skatz 4 Dayz.

Davina started to feel as if the date wasn’t going to happen at all. She sighed and felt defeated, she felt played.

“Of course. What did I expect?”

Suddenly, Zach’s car appears. Davina starts to get nervous, tensing up, her palms sweating.

Turning the ignition off and stepping out she makes her way to Zach.

“Hey there, didn’t think you were going to make it,” Davina said truthfully.

Zach gave a confused face, “why wouldn’t I come. Yikes, that bruise does not look good.”

“Crap! I thought I covered it up with makeup. Give me one sec.”

Zach caught her arm and shook his head, “hey you’re fine...actually you’re more than fine. You are really, uhm, beautiful today. But you’re beautiful everyday.”

Davina grinned from ear to ear, “why thank you Mr. Dempsey, shall we?” She grabbed his arm.

“We shall,” he copied her.

While walking in they see a dog. A black poodle to be exact.

“Oh my god how cute is he,” Davina shouted in happiness.

Davina was such a dog lover. Everything about dogs she loved. Since she could remember, she’s always wanted a dog. Enjoying how sweet they were to their owner, they were mans best friend.

Davina crouched down to the dog’s level and said, “look Zach I can speak dog. Hello doggy nice to meet you.”

Davina shook the dog’s hand and giggled at his cuteness. Zach also giggled but not at the dog, its was how sweet and adorable Davina was acting.

“Dogs are so cute right,” Davina asked staring oblivious to her tall date. Zach nodded and took a hold, shyly, of Davina’s hand.

Her face reddened and she tried to hide behind him.

She felt as if she was in a rom com, how in the world was Davina Jensen supposed to behave on a date?

The whole date was perfect, Davina was on cloud 9. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it. She was madly in like to Zach. She truly liked him with all her being. They talked through the whole time. Holding hands during the skating, and her falling a couple of times only to be saved by the heroic Zach.

They finished each others sentences, had the same likes and dislikes. Complained about schools, laughed over the same comedic jokes. Both felt as if they have known each other for eternity.

They were both on the skating floor when out of the corner of her eye Davina spots Bryce’s group.

“Is that Dempsey,” yelled Monty.

“Holy shi* it is. And he’s with that weird Davina girl. Hey bro!” Bryce called running to both of them.

Davina closed her eyes knowing what they were going to say.

“Hey brother,” Bryce said as he gave a handshake to Zach. Zach was uncomfortable.

“Ooooh didn’t know you were into the weird ones,” Scott giggles while smirking at Davina.

“Hey aren’t you Jensen’s sister?” Bryce asked giving you his charming, wicked smile.

“Yes, I’m his younger sister. I’m sorry I gotta go though, my mom is probably gonna want me home soon.”

“Whats with all the tattoos,” another one in the group asked. Davina self consciously tried covering her arms, wishing she would of listened to her mothers advice.

“She weird like Skye, duh dude,” Monty laughed.

Davina growled angrily, “Skye is not weird okay. Don’t say that.”

“Ooooh,” they all said, almost tempting Davina.

“Guys I think it will be better if you guys leave,” Zach tried to stop the situation.

“Dude, whatever you can say can be said in front of us,” Bryce said crossing his arms.

“..its nothing,” Zach looked down.

“So what are you guys dating? Cause if you are, its like bro you can do sooooo much better!!!!” Monty put his tongue out and laughed like an idiot.

“Dude thats just wrong,” Bryce cackled as well, agreeing with Monty.

“Guys stop, enough you’re gonna hurt the losers feelings,” one of the other guys said in a whiny voice.

Tears were coming into Davina’s eyes and she just sprinted away from all of the commotion.

Zach ran after her but it was too late Davina was gone like a ghost.

“They laughed at me like a loser! They made fun of me and bullied me,” Davina cried to her brother, Clay.

Clay rubbed her arms up and down, soothing her. She came to him crying hysterically, and Clay knew he should not have let her go.

She now sat on the bed of Clay’s explaining what happened. Why her heart was broken, why she felt so much pain.

“Its okay, you’re here with me. You’re safe,” Clay whispered cuddling with his little baby sister.

She sniffled and just wept some more into his shirt. They both laid down on his bed, cuddling and just being in eachs other presence.

“I’ll make that bastar* pay for what he did,” Clay swore under his breath.

“I should of listened to you Clay, I was so stupid to think he wanted to be with me. Stupid!”

Unfortunately, Davina had to go to school the next day. She felt scared, what would he say? What would happen?

She felt as if she was about to suffocate. She felt fragile.

Upon entering the school the group of Bryce’s was there but no Zach. Davina went to her locker and angrily, stuffed it with her items.

She felt like crying. That is until Zach came in with a megaphone in his hand.

“Davina please listen to me,” Zach pleaded when he saw her. Davina shook her head repeating the word no over and over.

Zach turned on the megaphone, “Davina, I am so sorry for what happened yesterday. I know I should of protected you and I wanted to but, I failed to do that. I made you feel ashamed to be yourself. The truth is Davina I love your tattoos, I love that you’re shy, that you can talk to animals, that you love Star Wars, that you love art, because the thing is Davina I love everything about you. I like you a lot. Like a lot a lot.”

Davina chuckled at his comment, she saw that the group of turds was watching. Monty looked all mad, with Bryce looking concerned. Everyone at school watched Zach.

“You are amazing Davina, I’m sorry you were treated that way, cause you shouldn't have been. You deserved to be treated with respect, so I’m gonna make it up to you. I’m gonna show you that we are official, and just how much I really like you.”

Davina waved her hands in a no matter and stuttered trying to tell Zach she didn’t like where this was going. She felt Zach was about to ruin his reputation. 

Zach dropped the megaphone and went to Davina. He gently pulled her by the waist and in front of everyone he kissed her. The kiss was slow but sensual. Zach’s big hands were placed on her pale cheeks, deepening the kiss. He kissed Davina in front of everyone, in front of Bryce’s group, heck even in front of Clay. Davina didn’t matter, she was kissing...him. The one that made her happy, that made her feel that she wasn’t ashamed to be herself. 

“I’m sorry Davina,” Zach whispered to only her after the kiss. 

Davina gave Zach another peck, “I forgive you, but how about we go somewhere? Just the two of us and maybe, I don’t know go watch a movie?”

Zach smiled, “I would love that,” and wrapped his arms around her as they walked to the exit together. 

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In The Bleak Midwinter - [CH 1]

Genre ;; Angst/Smut/Fluff/Romance

Pairing ;; Chanyeol x Reader x Seokjin

Word Count ;; 10.5k

Summary ;; “We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.”

You own a multi-billion dollar company, servicing the biggest names in kpop, in more ways than one. Under the name “Starlight Catering”, you, your best friends, Damon and Maya, and your hundreds of workers provide stress relief for idols.

You have partially retired, not because you didn’t want to, but because Chanyeol was your muse. He was all that you had time for and all you needed. Until Jin came along.

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

A/N ;;  Now we’re getting started ;) This one is a Jin chapter. Don’t worry, Chanyeol is coming next and boy. I had fun writing this. Enjoy <3

[PLAYLIST] [BACKSTORY] [PROLOGUE] [CH1] [CH2] [CH3]

The sound of your heels clicking on the floor flooded the hallways of your apartment complex. Soon after, the sound of your keys jingling out of your blazer pocket accompanied the rhymatic strides of your heels as you approached your apartment door. Suddenly, your other senses started to alert as you smelled something burning. It was coming from your home. You picked up the pace in your walk and fumbled with the keys at your door as you barged into the house. You dropped your leather briefcase and made a beeline to the kitchen where the odor of burning meat was seeping from.

    On the stove were charred pieces of what could have been bacon, and directly adjacent to it was your best friend and business partner, Damon Daniels, slumped on the stool. He was hunched over the white marble island with his right arm stretched out and his left tucked under his head. Your first instinct is to grab the pan, discard the wasted bacon (it killed you deep down inside to waste such good food), throw the pan in the sink and possibly kill Damon somewhere in between that.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Damon?!” you screamed as you turned the water on letting the pan cool down. This barely even startled the sleeping man as he just groaned, slowly peeling himself off the marble. You started for the window to pry them open to let all the smoke out. “It looks like Snoop Dogg had a fucking cyph in here; you could have burned the whole fucking building down.”

“I’m sorry (Y/N), jeez you don't have to be so goddamn one eyed about it,” he mumbled as he rubbed the residual sleep from his eyes. “Not all of us have the pleasure of being Miranda Preistly, walking around being a boss bitch.”

He watched you walk over to him with your hands on your hips and a glare that shot right past him. Damon was rarely affected by any of your nagging at this point. It’s been 15 years of friendship. He was immune. “Don’t give me that fucking look, okay? Some of us are still working class citizens.”

    You rolled your eyes and him and propped yourself on one of the two vacant stools that were right next to him, playfully nudging his shoulder.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I still work too,” you put your head on his shoulder, hoping that some skinship would soften him up even though it never did. He simply just brushed you off and sighed to himself. He folded his arms and let his head sink down on top of them. “Long night?” you asked. Frustration coating the sigh that escaped his lips.

“No,” he huffed. “It’s just that Sehun and Jongdae were so reckless tonight. I mean, yeah, I got paid double and holy shit they just felt so amazing. I swear they are unstretchable,” he cocked his eyebrow and finally faced you. “Not to mention they are addicted to this dick.”

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

“It’s these new girls and guys we got! They’re so needy.” He propped himself up and put his hands in an awkward t-rex position, as if to demonstrate some kind of condescending motion. “Oh Damon, he got cum on my dress. Oh Damon, the hotel is too trashy. I didn’t have time to refresh. Oh Damon, which enema should I use? Oh Damon this, Damon that. You know, I thought prostitutes were going to be lower maintenance than the pretentious bitches I used to work with in the fashion district back home, but fuck was I wrong.”

“First of all Damon, they’re escorts. Not prostitutes. And don’t say that about our babies. They work hard!” You tried to hold in a small chuckle but failed. Damon hated when you laughed at his misery. Good thing he didn’t notice. He groaned and once again, plopped his upper body on the counter.

“If it looks like a duck--”

“Damon!”

“Alright fine!” he said throwing his arms in the air and then crossing them. “You know I love them, and I’m so grateful that the business has expanded beyond just us three, but it’s stressful. We have the three biggest record labels in Korea to cover.” You adjusted your pencil skirt and looked at him with empathy.

“I know, Damon, I know,” you started. “But we’re blowing the fuck up, us three. A bunch of ratchets from New York City, in this million dollar estate with hundred of workers and hundreds of clients.” You jumped off the stool and walked over to the counter. From the stainless steel fridge you pulled out a bottle of champagne and then grabbed three glasses, placing them on the counter. “Speaking of us three, where the fuck is Maya? I have really great news.”

“Honey~, I’m fuckin’ home!” yelled a voice thickly coated in a distinguished English accent. The door slammed and familiar sound of clicking heels echoed through the hallway, but these strides were different from yours. They were lighter, with a touch of grace. And there she was. Maya glided through the kitchen towards you and Damon. Her 5’2” stature seemed to have shrunk as she was almost slouching. She leaned on the island for support. “Ello, bitches. What’s all this mess on the fuckin’ table? You realize it’s only one o’clock in the fuckin’ afternoon and you lot are already hitting the booze.”

“Well, shit, hi to you too, you horrid bitch,” you shot at her playfully. She just smiled and mirrored Damon’s earlier posture, sitting on a stool letting her upper body collapse on the white marble, creating a beautiful aesthetic against her olive skin.

“And where were you?” Damon asked with curiosity.

“You were wearing that last night, Maya.” You shot back with the quickness. Your eyes widened as you awaited her response.

“Relax, I didn’t spend the night,” she said, putting her hands up in defense. “I was over at The SM building with Xiumin, then The JYP building with Jackson. Then I had to wait for my bloody twit of an uncle to call me about those legal documents, because naturally the time difference.” Her eyelashes resembled those of a fluttering butterfly as she blinked multiple times as if to stay conscious. “I was waiting in this coffee shop since six this fuckin’ morning, which by the way, was absolutely adorable. Anyway, if I came home, I would have passed out and slept until next Sunday.”

A wave of relief washed over you. Part of the conditions of working as a escort was to never spend the night at a clients house. For discretion, of course. Paparazzis were worse than sesaengs, now a days. They were always camping close by in the early mornings to capture a walk of shame, so they may boost their own credibility while destroying others.

“Great,” you said flatly. You walked over to them changing your expression into one of excitement and glee. Your two friends on the other hand were clearly running on empty. “Now I can get to the good news!” You started to pour champagne into their glasses.

“Oh for fuck’s sake (Y/N), I’m not going to be drinking a drop of that watered down fizzy piss,” Maya hissed. “Also, why the fuck does it smells like a bloody scorched hog in this house?”

Damon busted out cackling and shoved Maya playfully. She muttered something under her breath before adjusting the straps on her lavender dress.

“Okay, okay, okay, enough guys. Listen for real, please?” It seemed like begging got both of their attention.

“Starlight Catering just got booked for the KBS Gayo Festival after party! Our girls, our boys, and us. We are going to make a fucking fortune.” Damon let out a flat “yay” while Maya scoffed on about fake industry parties with fake agendas. “C’mon guys I worked really hard to book this, especially on such short notice.” It was visible that you were bothered by their lack of enthusiasm.

They both awed in unison and rushed over to you to embrace you in a hug.

“We’re so sorry, Eomma,” Damon said in a baby voice.

“Really, we are so happy to be working our genitals to oblivion,” Maya chimed in soon after.

“You guys are dicks.”

“Yep, but you love us,” Maya said as she placed a peck on your cheek. She grabbed her glass and smiled sweetly at you. This odd display of affection to others was completely normal in this household. Suddenly, you feel a fierce vibration in your blazer pocket that startles all three of you.

“Look at this bitch, keeping a vibrator in her pocket during business meetings,” Damon chortled.

“Honestly (Y/N), have you no shame?” Maya added, high fiving damon while both of them cackled and doubled over. Only they found their jokes to be funny.

“Guys, hush!” you studied the number on the screen. It was one you didn’t recognize. “This could be a potential client, so shut the fuck up!” The continued to giggle to themselves, silently.

“Starlight Catering. This is (Y/N). Can I help you?”

“Uh..Hi, how are you Ms. (Y/N)?” a voice deep as the ocean and as smooth as the finest swiss chocolate echoed into your ear.

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you. May I ask who’s calling?” Usually you would have snapped at this voice for not identifying themselves immediately but their voice was so sonically pleasing and you were so very tired that you just let it slide.

“Oh yes, I’m sorry. My name is Kim Namjoon. I’m the leader of a group called BTS. We are signed to BigHit Entertainment.”

This was it. The final music label conglomerate was in your hands. It was time to turn the charm on. You repositioned yourself and stood up straight. Your voice rose an octave in a well met attempt in landing this deal. “Of course! I’ve heard very good things about you and your boys, Mr. Kim.”

“Oh thank you, Ms. (Y/N). I’m very grateful to hear that. I also have heard equally good things about your company.” You could hear him almost fumble with his words. It reminded you of every other first call you've gotten.

“Well,” you said smiling coyly, “I’m glad I’ve upheld my reputation.” You look over to your two friends who were peering at you in anticipation. You mouthed the words “BangTan Soenyodan” to them. To say the least, they almost lost their shit.

“So, what can I do for you, Mr. Kim? I’m guessing you need some services provided for your boys.” You heard a nervous chuckle coming from the other end of the phone.

“Actually, it’s just for one of us at the moment,” his voice lowered a bit. “You see, our Yoongi has been rather stressed lately. Well, all of us have, but he seems to be carrying the grunt of it.”

“Tsk. Aw poor dear. I’m sorry to hear that,” you purred.

“Yes well, I was hoping that maybe you could possibly assist him with...stress relief.”

You immideiatly shot a glance at Maya. If she wasn’t losing her shit now, she was going to by the end of this phone call.

“Understood, Mr. Kim. I know just the perfect person for him! Man or woman?” Please say woman, you thought. This was basically Maya’s dream come true.

“With all due respect,” he said, still keeping that smoothness to his voice. “You may not have heard me correctly. As I said, I was hoping you could assist him with his troubles.”

Fuck.

“Me?” you said, completely taken aback. “Surely you can understand that I cannot. I am after all, the CEO and those kinds of demands--”

“Listen (Y/N),” the softness was replaced by a stern and sharp treble. Oddly enough, you kind of liked the bite. “We are both business people. I just want to ensure that everything goes smoothly and I know that with you being the CEO of a respected establishment and with us being the only company you haven’t added to your impressive list, you will make sure that this goes the way it should.”

Suddenly, you heard glass shattering. Realizing it was a figment of your imagination, you silently sighed to yourself and without the slightest change in your tone, you said “I understand completely. What time would you like me to be there?”

“Tonight, soon after 23:30,” he continued. “I will text you the details shortly, Ms. (Y/N).”

“I’ll mark you down for 23:30 then,” you were extremely annoyed. “Oh, and Mr. Kim, this does go without saying, discretion is a necessity. I trust that you can maintain that on your part.”

“Absolutely. It’s been a pleasure, Ms. (Y/N). I’ll see you tonight.”

“Likewise, Mr. Kim. I look forward to working with you.” After hanging up, you violently stuffed the phone in your pocket and started pacing back and forth.

“This man really got me fucked up,” you were almost yelling at yourself.

“Oh shit,” Damon said, “The NY ratchet is coming out.”

“What happened, Love?” Maya asked desperately. You made your way over to the island, putting your hands on the counter and hanging your head low. Clearly stressed, you decided to rip it off like a bandaid and just tell her.

“Listen Maya,” you said in a low tone. “Don’t be mad at me please.”

“What?” Her deep brown eyes were watching you intently.

“Promise me first that--”

“Oh for the love of god, out with it!”

“Okay,” you looked at her. “That was Namjoon. He said he wanted me specifically to go over there and perform a service.”

“Right, so why would she be mad about that?” Damon retorted.

“Well,” you folded your arms, cocked your head back before looking at her and just outright telling her. “It’s for Yoongi.”

“EXCUSE THE ROYAL FUCK OUT OF ME, BUT WHAT?!”

“Oh damn (Y/N), you a real foul bitch,” Damon chuckled.

“Um, were you guys not in the same room as me when I was talking to him? Clearly I tried to avoid it but fuck, it’s BigHit and maybe I can talk to him about you going over next ti-”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking serious?” she stopped suddenly. “You know what? You enjoy your little night with the man I’ve fantasized about for years. How do you think I fucked the Johns back in the day without my wild imagination? But no! You go right ahead and when you get home, I’m gonna slit your fuckin’ throat and take over this whole damn business!” Maya turned on her heels and stomped all the way back to her room. “I’m not fucking playing with you either, hoe.” The sound of the door slamming sounded like the firing of a pistol in an empty alley. The echo bouncing off the walls and into the ear drums of the two that were left in the kitchen.

“Well that went well, don’t you think?” you said cheerfully looking over at Damon, a shred of guilt in your voice. Damon just shrugged.

“You know she’ll get over it. Maybe not for a few days but hey, she’ll be fine. She’s not mad at you...well she is, but it’s petty as fuck. You, just need to land this fucking client and get her that ‘next time’ you promised because I don’t think she was kidding about slitting your throat,” he laughed.

You groaned and buried your face into Damon’s arm when you heard your text tone go off.

“You better get that because you need to get this shit over with now. When the gay guy is not down for drama, you know the tea ain’t worth it.”

“Ugh!”

As you walk into the building, you can’t help but let your thoughts run wild. You weren’t even thinking about Maya’s graphic temper tantrum. It wasn’t that you weren’t concerned but you knew that it’ll all blow over. It was just that mobster mentality that was embedded into her DNA. It was your performance that you were worried about. BTS was no stranger to you. You loved them to the point where you already had an idea of what their personalities were like. It was the same reason as to why you weren't surprised when Namjoon exhibited some coldness in your conversation.

Anyway, back to the thought at hand. It had been awhile since you accepted a new client. Not because you didn’t want to, but mostly because of the success that was brought to you over the few past years. Moving away from your home in New York and giving up the business you had there, to start a new, but similar business in Korea was no easy task. But you did it. You fucking did it. Even in this moment in your life where you were under the impression that you had all the major labels under your feet, there was the last one. All the time you spent whoring yourself to individuals who were clearly beneath you, just so you could buy enough groceries for you and your best friends in this new country, is finally paying off. Your business was booming under the guise of a legitimate business. Granted, that was all thanks to Maya and her own family connection to the underground gangs in Southern Birmingham, but fuck. You didn’t need to fuck until you felt raw and used. You didn’t need to drown your own demons out with angel dust. You didn’t need any of that shit anymore. Things had finally changed. You only offered your personal services to Chanyeol from EXO and…well, that was it really.

As quickly as these thoughts raced into your mind, they were gone. You hadn’t realized that you had reached your destination. You double checked the number of the apartment in the text and let yourself in. The second door on the right.

You approached the door, but before you entered, you pressed your ear closely against it. It was quiet. Namjoon did mention that Yoongi would be sleeping, so you quietly made your way inside. The room was pitch black and the only light that was visible was the light of a game console that allowed you to see the outline of the furniture in the room. You scanned the room until you found his bed. Yoongi was laying on his side, peacefully sleeping. You almost didn’t want to wake him up. Although you couldn’t see what he looked like, you imagined his facial expressions to be soft and tranquil.

Quietly, you kicked off your heels as you approached the bed. Still trying to keep a silent demeanor about you, you pulled the covers over you and laid on your side so you were facing his backside. The warmth of his body almost caught you in a trance. It had been a while since you laid next to someone who wasn’t trying to fuck you. Even though it wasn’t going to stay that way, you enjoyed it for a moment.

But back to business.

You inched closer to him, pressing your body against him. You wrapped your arms around him and your glossed lips made their way next to his ear.

“Oppa,” you whispered. “It’s time to wake up,” you purred.

No answer. No reaction.

“Oppa,” you repeated. “Wake up, I wanna play.” You felt him shift in his sleep but nothing other than that. At that moment, you decided to try a different approach.

“Oh, Oppa, I know you wanna play. Namjoon-ah told me everything.” Your hands started to travel from his surprisingly broad shoulders to his chest. They coasted down his defined abdomen. You stopped right at the waistband of his boxers. “I wanna make you feel good, and take your stress away, ” you cooed.

You didn’t want to waste anymore time. His cock was hard and you could feel it through the cotton fabric. Gingerly, you grasped his clothed member and started rubbing him, creating hot friction in your palms and in his crotch. Finally, a small moan escaped his lips and you felt his body quiver against yours. You pressed against him, closing any space between you so he could feel your breasts on his back.

“I know you need it, Oppa. Let me take care of you.”    At that moment, you decided to get straight to it. You slid your hands under his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his shaft.

“Don’t be shy,” you breathed into his neck as you started to pump slowly, leaving a trail of small kisses along his neck back up to his ear. You circled the tip of his member, letting his precum coat your fingers glazing it around the rest of his head. As you teased him, he exhaled in pleasure and shivered again as you brought your lips to his ear lobe and nibbled them for a second before you said, “Because I’m not.”

It happened before you could even blink. Within seconds, he moved feverishly and you find yourself pinned underneath him. At this moment, you knew he was completely awake. The darkness in the room still made it difficult for you to see him but you could feel his gaze because you knew that look from a mile away. He was ready to devour you.

You felt him coming closer to you, closing the space between you once again so you threw your head back, allowing him to feast upon your flesh. You knew Yoongi was an animal, and that he would bite and tear at the skin on your neck and chest. But he did the exact opposite.

His lips, which felt full and plush, were like snowflakes falling on your warm skin. With every collision, they were so tender and delicate, melting onto you, one not mirroring the other. He let his lips travel everywhere, to your neck, to your chest, and all of the spaces in between. He peppered kisses on your breasts, along your jaw, and onto your chin until they met yours. You met his steady pace with the fast and animalistic desire that you thought he loved so much. But he stopped you by cupping your chin and pulling away. It didn’t take long for him to meet your lips again. It was then that you realized he didn’t want to devour you. He wanted to feel you. Every single part of you. Fully and completely understanding that aspect, you kissed him back gently. He groaned against your lips and moved  his hand away from your jaw. He ran his hands down your arms, up your sides and stopping at your chest. Yoongi placed his hands over your clothed breast, squeezing them and rubbing them to his enjoyment. He pulled away from your lips and started trailing kisses down your jaw and neck once again, stopping at your breast. His hands pulled all the fabric back, trailing his tongue from the space between your breast until he was finally swirling his tongue around your nipple. Without leaving your other breast unattended, he stuffed his hand under the fabric, running his thumb along your nipple, squeezing it softly. This sensation caused you to let a soft moan escape from your lips.

“Yoongi oppa,” you breathed. “You weren’t what I was expecting.”

Suddenly, he stopped. You couldn't see his movements but you could feel him reaching over to the nightstand next to the both of you. As much as you wanted to see his face, you knew the minute he turned that lamp on, guilt was going to wash over you. Except..

“Maybe it’s because I’m not Yoongi.”

You didn’t know whether to scream or slap him. At the same time you were completely frozen. Never in your life did you imagine that you would be in the same room as Seokjin, much less having him hovering on top of you, eyeing you like he wanted to taste every inch of you.

“I’m so sorry,” your voice was trembling. “But I think I should leave,” you murmured, trying to keep your composure as you looked him in the eye.  

“No!” He pleaded and his eyes widened. “I mean,” he tried to adjust his tone. “Please...you’re so much more beautiful than what I thought you would be and…” he closed his eyes and sighed. “I haven’t fucked in such a long time.”

You studied his features in the soft light.

I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner, you thought. His skin had a sheer glow to it that made him look ethereal. His lips were parted slightly, pink and swollen. They glistened in the light, resembling a ripened juicy fruit that you wanted to bite into. Resistance clearly wasn’t an option today.

You looked up at him with your (e/c) orbs, your demeanor changing instantly. “I came to play didn’t I?” you hummed and bit your lip.

It was like a fire ignited inside of you both. He grabbed the hem of your dress and brought it over you. You didn’t even notice him pulling your panties down. Hell, you didn't even notice him taking his clothes off. You felt the burning sensation growing in your lower abdomen.

He crawled on top of you, you spread your legs apart, allowing him the space. You were expecting him to insert himself inside of you but instead, ran his fingers up and down your womanhood. He began making circles with his thumb on your clit, maneuvering his fingers the same way you had just done to him.

“You shouldn’t play with oppa like that, baby girl,” he growled as he got closer to you. Jin removed his hand from your clit and brought it up to your mouth. “Oppa doesn’t like games,” his breath tickled your face as he inserted his digit into your mouth, tasting your own juices. This only made you wetter, and he noticed. He pulled his finger out and the suction like pop your mouth mad put him over the edge. He kissed you deeply and ran his hands all over you one last time. Jin propped himself between your legs, grabbing his cock and lead it against your slit. He looked up at you and in that moment, time stopped. Jin was a fucking tease. All you could think was, who gave him the fucking right? The tip of his cock rested in your entrance for a while. You whined and thrusted your hips up towards him, wanting to engulf him. Instead, he pushed your hips down. Leaning his upper body down so that he’s only inches away from your face, he flashes you a devious smile.

“Fuck me, Jin.”

His erection invaded you without warning. You couldn’t control the loud moan that escaped your lips. He swiftly brought his hand up to your mouth and hushed you, reminding you not to wake the other members. But you couldn’t control yourself. What was happening to you? Meaningless sex was your forte. It didn’t phase you. But Jin was different. Every minute felt like an hour. It’s because his thrusts weren’t fast and hungry. They were slow and desperate, with rhythm that was like a ballad. He wanted to feel the walls of your womanhood engulfing him, imprisoning him in with pure desire. But it was you that was being imprisoned. You were locked beneath him, unable to make a sound while he pumped inside you, hitting your spot with every thrust. You were so close and he knew it.

“Ahhhh jagiya…” he moaned as he threw his head back. “Come for Oppa, jagi. Come for me.” Finally he removed his hand from your mouth and placed both of them on your breasts for balance. His paced quicked and you felt his cock throbbing inside you.

“Hyung!” a booming voice called out from the opposite side of the door. “Jin hyung, get the fuck out here!” You recognized the voice. It was Yoongi. Jin groaned but never stopped. Your hips were perfectly in sync as you were both reaching your climax.

“I...ahhh...busy Yoongi. Please...give me a minute,” his whole body began to quiver. You reached up and grabbed at his broad shoulders, letting small soft moans escape your lips.

“Fuck! Hyung! Get out here or I’m gonna come in!”

“I’m coming!” Jin called out as he pumped faster and faster. He wasn’t lying. The fire in your abdomen was burning and your walls suctioned his throbbing member with each and every thrust. A wave of euphoria ran throughout your body as you came all over him and the sheets. He let out a low grunt as he emptied his load inside you, slowing his pace.

“Hyung, I swear to god--”

“I came! I-I mean, I’m coming! Relax!” Jin said as he collapsed next to you. He didn’t rest long before he got up, searching for the clothes that you both had ripped off each other. Quickly he passed you a towel, your dress and panties before he dressed himself. He bolted for the door but stopped and turned to you. He looked at you for a second, laying there naked trying to catch your breath. He quickly made his way towards you, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes. His face looked different than it did before. He glowed brighter, smiled wider. It was entrancing. As quickly as the moment came, it went. Yoongi started pounding at door, hollering all kinds of swear words. He ripped away from your glance after swearing to himself and ran for the door, disappearing behind it.

You propped yourself up to clean yourself as quickly as possible. Grabbing your dress, you made to the door, carefully listening to the words being said. You didn’t want to come out just yet. A) you definitely fucked up and that’s not something you usually did. B) how fucking embarrassing.

But being in the business that you were in, cleaning up messes is something you were accustomed to.

“Why is she in your room?” Yoongi said coldly. Jin sighed. You could hear him pacing back and forth.

“I...I don’t know.,” Jin stuttered.

“You don’t know?” Jins footsteps became still. “So you’re saying she just appeared in your room?”

“I was sleeping Yoongi-ah. She thought I was you!”

“So you just fuck her?!”

“Aish. I’m a man too! She thought I was you and she was touching me, it felt sooo good—“

“You know what Seokjin, fuck you”

“Yah! Who do you think you’re talking to like that? I’m your Hyung—“

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re my—“

“HEY! What the fuck are you yelling like this while she’s still here?” That sultry deep voice could be from no one other than Namjoon you thought to yourself. The time to intervene was now. You quickly threw your dress on, patting your hair down to try to look like you weren’t just getting plowed. At the end of the day, you were a CEO of a company.

“Excuse me Namjoon. We need to talk. Now.” You hissed at him as you walked out. He looked up at you standing in between the two men with a slightly panicked expression. He wasn’t alone. Behind him was a Jungkook who stood there in shock.

“How?” Was the only think Namjoon could say. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or confused. Probably both.

“Second door on the right?” You said as you flashed your phone at him. He stood there for a minute and realized his mistake.

“You two fuckin relax for a second while I fix this.” Namjoon walked toward you and brought you down the hall into what seemed to appear to be his room.

“Why did you fuck Jin? Are you fuckin crazy? What kind of unprofessio—“

“Okay, no. Stop right there because what you’re not going to do, is blame me for all this shit!” You were hoping this would give you time to make this not your fault. But he wasn’t buying it.

“You. Fucked Jin,” he said making an air diagram as if you were stupid. His arrogance was showing. As much as you wanted to put him in his place, you decided against it because he was right. You fucked Jin.

“Well, it’s not my fault you guys don’t empty your balls into some pussy every now and again!” Namjoon was taken aback by how blunt your statement was. But there was a glint in his eyes, it was guilt. I got him, you thought.

“It’s not easy, okay. We don’t have time to go out and meet people and when we do—“

“Look, I know,” you inched closer him. “I don’t need the whole story because I’ve heard it a thousand and one times. That being said, I can call  my co-owner to make up for this. Free of charge.”

“No,” he put his hand up to cut you off and lowered his eyes at you. “I’ll pay. And I’ll pay triple the agreed amount.”

“Triple?” You said with an impressed look on your face. Crossing your arms, you looked up into his eyes and you spotted it once again. The look. He wasn’t like Yoongi or Jin. Namjoon was a business person. He used intelect to maneuver in this world as opposed to his emotions. You had almost met your match. You had to ask, “Why triple?”

He bit hip lip and put a hand on your cheek, “Because, I wanna hear you scream under me too.” There it was.

You smiled genuinely at him, giving him the sweetest look before biting your lip. It was obvious he couldn’t resist you. Moving in closer to him, he goes in to kiss you but at the last second you dodge his lips, bringing a hand behind his head to pull him in closer so you’re by his ear.

“Too bad I don’t fuck the leaders,” you hissed. You pulled away from him and observed him. Not only was he confused but also a tad bit frustrated.

“That’s a shame,” his gaze fixated on you.

You shrugged and pulled out your phone, his eyes studying your every move still. What you really wanted to say is that he was a douche bag for trying to get you alone while his members were out there at each other’s throats but you knew when to pick your battles. Ultimately, you knew Namjoon was a good guy, but something was going to happen in this dorm. One by one, they would give into their burning lust and you had to be there when they did. This is how your business expanded. Namjoon was a businessman, but you were better than that. You were a businesswoman.

“If you don’t mind, Joonie,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “I believe you should tell Yoongi the new plan and I’ll be in here, making my phone call.” Namjoon laughed a bit before he turned and started to walk away.

“You’re definitely something else, (Y/N).” was the final thing he said before he left.

Crisis fucking averted, you thought and mentally pat yourself on the back. You pulled out your phone and immediately dialed Maya. No answer. You tried one more time. Still no answer. The third time is always the charm...or not. You could only think of one other person.

“Hey bitch, how was Suga’s suga?” You could already see that cocky smile plastered on his face.

“Damon, first of all, fuck you. Second, where’s Maya?” You tried to stay as hushed as you could. You could almost feel Damon shrug through the phone.

“She’s sleeping? Maybe? I don’t know,” he said flatly.

“Well go find out for, fucks sake! I need her here, now.”

“Need her where? And yes, she is sleeping in her room.”

“At the BigHit dorms.”

“Why?” His curiosity was piqued.

“Damon please just wake her up and bring her here.” You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“You did something, didn’t you? Oh, you fucked upppp! See, I knew your guilt was gonna get the best of you. Unless you did it on purpose because if you did, you a real bitch. But I doubt you—“

“Just for once, please, Damon can you just do what I ask you without the extra commentary?” You were almost at your breaking point. Had the sex not been phenomenal, you would’ve lost it.

“Just for once please,” Damon mocked you and laughed.

“I’m serious!” you snapped before lowering your voice. “I fucked up, like really fucked up. Namjoon texted me the wrong info and I ended up in Jin’s room instead.” You massaged your temples before continuing. “These boys haven’t had a good piece of ass in a while and he practically begged me to give it up to him. Yoongi was so pissed.”

“You dead-ass?” Damon continued to laughed at your expense. Putting two and two together he figured out the new plan. “Alright fine. I’ll bring her in a few. Bye.” As soon as you heard the phone hang up, you found a wall to lean on. Those thoughts started swimming in your mind again. Thoughts you kept buried deep in the back of your mind.

Back to business.

You sat on one of the chairs, opposite to the couch. You felt seven pairs of eyes boring into you as you scrolled through your phone, patiently waiting for Maya to arrive. You weren’t sure if their gaze was due to curiosity or lust, or both. You were just happy that this situation was taken care of.

“So are you really a gang affiliated prostitute from New York City?” Jimin asked breaking the silence, causing you to look up. His six other members’ faces dropped in unison. They all looked at him. Hobi whispered something like ‘oh my god” but you just laughed.

“Jimin, right?” He nodded at you. “Yes, I am.”

Jimin smiles a bit before Hoseok spoke. “You didn’t have to answer that, you know?”

“I know,” assuring him politely. “But what do I gain from denial?” You peered over at Namjoon, who you were sure told Jimin that cute little anecdote. Namjoon had his arm draped over  the armrest of the couch, his index finger caressing his bottom lip. He looked at you with that look again. “My story, is a story of success, so I’m not ashamed,” you smiled.

You studied their faces. Yoongi looked impatient. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was stuck in a deep, troubling thought. Next to him, Hoseok was dumbfounded by the situation they had gotten themselves into. Jimin sat there almost eloquently. His features were so soft and almost pure, looking around as if to find an opportunity to ask another invasive question.

Taehyung and Jungkook were the most uninterested out of the group. Exhaustion took over their faces as they sat there stealing glances from each other. And then there was Jin. Oddly standing out to you, his dark locks were tousled over his forehead and the white shirt he wore hung loosely around his neck. You studied his features as if you were trying to memorize them. His neck was long and slender, with enough surface area for you to let your mouth roam. You started thinking about how it would feel like to be on top of him, holding onto his broad shoulders while you were grinding against him.

“Do you like what you do?” Jimin’s voice shook you out of your thought. You looked at his face. His inquisitiveness seemed to shock his other members.

“Jimin, that’s rude!” Taehyung retaliated.

“Yeah,” Jungkook said. “You don’t ask those kind of things.” The curious boy put his hands up to say something, but the leader interjected.

“No more questions, Jiminie,” Namjoon snapped.

“It’s fine, guys. Really, I don’t mind.” Trying to diffuse the situation, you looked over at Jimin and smiled sweetly.

“(Y/N), I don’t think it’s very appropriate for him to be asking you these—“

“I appreciate the sentiment, but if he wants to know, he should at least hear it from the source itself,” you tilted your head, lowering your gaze at Namjoon. “As a business person, you can respect those facts, right?” You heard a chuckling coming from the other men. Namjoon shot them a glare as a result.

Jimin spoke again. “I’m not trying to be disrespectful at all, (Y/N). It’s just...well I’ve never met..uh...s-someone like you,” with that, Hoseok nudged his chest and shook his head at him.

“That’s real tactful,” Hoseok said sarcastically. You could tell Jimin was trying really hard to find the right words without saying what he really wanted to say.

Why do you fuck for money?

“Honestly, a lot of people have asked me that question,” you assured. “My answer is kind always the same too.” You stopped, mostly for dramatic effect. “Do you like sex, Jimin?” He was taken aback by your question.

“Well...yes,” he said, nervousness coating his words.

“Okay…and do you like music?” You leaned forward and your eyes locked with his, awaiting his answer.

“Of course,” Jimin replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“So, you could say music is an expression of your passion, yes?” Your (e/c) eyes never left his and you slightly cocked your head. You often used this tactic during business meetings with new clients. It almost forces them to believe that you actually care about what their saying, when in reality their answers were being quickly analyzed and guiding you towards success. In this case though, you were genuinely intrigued.

“Well that’s what music is! At least for me, it’s a personal expression of passion and love,” Jimin added. You nodded your head in agreement and continued.

“I completely agree!” He smiled at your confirmation. “But, if you think about it, that’s what sex is as well. Which is why we like it so much; your body craves it.”

“They’re a bit unrelated don’t you think?” Yoongi interjected. His voice almost surprised you considering this is the first time you heard it. Previously, he had been screaming, and living with Damon and Maya, you learned how to tune it out. He had been quiet since then.

“Yes, you could say that,” you replied. “But the factor stays the same. Passion drives you to create something. It brings embodiment to that passion, so you can share it.”

“That’s a very vague justification,” Yoongi said bluntly. In just a few minutes of meeting him, almost everything he did reminded you of Maya. This is fucking rich, you thought. They’re made for each other. You ignored his comment just as you would Maya’s.

“Your dorm is lovely, by the way. And I’d like to add that you guys have become a force to be reckoned with,” you looked at each one of them. “Singers, songwriters, producers, dancers. Your passion takes many forms and when you convey it, you not only touch the heart of millions but you make an unbelievable amount of money. I believe that’s admirable.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). I’m glad you see that in us,” Taehyung said cutely. Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, we appreciate those words,” Hoseok added, finally breaking silence and shooting you his well-known toothy smile. “But I’m curious now,” he chuckled a bit. “Where are you going with this?”

“My achievements are not as monumental, but I live in a similar dorm with my business partners, as you do. I wear the same designer clothes and I’m blessed with the thought of financial security. All because I sell...my passion to others who enjoy what I do. Just as BTS sells their musical talent, correct?” you pushed your (h/c) hair out of your face so they could see you clearly. “In the end, we’re all whores...we just sell different parts of ourselves.���

It was quiet for a moment. Your words were a thick glaze on their minds like syrup, spreading and descending into the confines of their own thoughts. The only one that kept their eyes on you, though, was Jin. You locked eyes with him and you saw something that you hadn’t seen before. While the other boys expressed some enlightenment, Jin conveyed something else. You’d seen his smile before in pictures, on TV, but in person it crippled you. Those same lips that left you undone underneath them, curled into a smile that sent violent chills up your spine filling you with a familiar warmth. Before you could admire it more, the silence was broken once again.

“Have you ever killed anyone?” Jimin piped up again. He said it swift but clearly, as if it took him all the confidence he could muster. Your eyes darted to him. This fuckin guy is adorable you thought. The other boys scolded him in unison and you couldn’t help but laugh. The bond that they had was just as beautiful as they made it seem.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Namjoon jumped at the sound and made his way to the foyer. You looked over to Yoongi and watched him change before your very eyes. His hands travels from his thighs to his kneecaps slowly, then back up. He parted his lips and let out a composed but deep sigh. He’s nervous, you thought. He noticed your gaze and looked away just as quickly. You smiled to yourself.

Maya’s light strides matching Namjoon’s echoed in your ear. You looked up and saw the brightest smile on her face. A complete 180 from this morning.

“Ello, love,” Maya bubbled, her voice filled the room like a beam of light. She made it a point to run over to you, breasts bouncing out of her top. She bent over to give you a peck on the cheek toward Yoongi’s directions, her skirt barely going past her bottom. You couldn’t help but look in his direction. A wide eyed Yoongi had his hands clasped over his mouth. His left knee started to bounce up and down lightly as if trying to control his nerves. You giggled to yourself as you caught Hoseok also catching a peak. Before you could get a word in, Maya found a way to thoroughly embarrass you.

“Well aren’t you sporting the properly fucked look,” she teased, flashing you a devious smile. Jin croaked at her words after all, she indirectly called him out. You stood up quickly and put your hands on her shoulders.

“Don’t be coy now, we all know what happened,” Maya chuckled.

“And heard,” Jungkook added.

“Why don’t you meet Yoongi, Maya?” You quickly interrupted, motioning your hand behind Maya. Yoongi darted up and wiped the sweat from his hands on his side. Maya eyed him up and down and smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi,” she purred. He licked his lips at her while he walked over to her.

“Come with me,” his voice was low, almost like a growl. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the second door on the left. You couldn’t help by chuckle to yourself, replaying Maya’s wide eyed gaze as she was being whisked away to his lair. Everyone watched for a second, stunned at Yoongi’s impatience.

“Anyway,” Taehyung chimed as he stood up and yawned, rubbing his eyes in an adorable fashion. Afterwards, he turned to you and smiled. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N). Thank you for being so kind.”

“Yes thank you so much,” Jimin added. His face gleamed with admiration. “I’m sorry if my questions were to invasive.”

“Don’t be sorry, Jimin-ah. It’s quite alright,” you assured.

“Yea, It’s pretty late, guys. We should all be heading to bed. We have schedules tomorrow,” Hoseok said as he as well got up. The other men agreed in unison except one.

“I think I’ll stay up and do some work,” Namjoon stated. Shit, you thought. I can’t be alone with him.

“Jin,” you called out to him as he was starting for his room. “May I speak with you privately?”

He cocked his head but grinned at you and nodded. “Of course,” He said motioning you to his room. You darted behind him, trying to avoid Namjoon’s gaze as he lingered on the couch.

When you walked into Jin’s room, you were fascinated by the details you weren’t able to see earlier. His Super Mario collectibles brought you a wonderful sense of nostalgia. The papers scattered on his desk indicated he was still in school and you admired them. Sometimes, you wish you would have gone back. How things could have been different.

“What did you wanna talk to me about?” Jin’s soft voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him and bit your lip.

“Well,” You started, twiddling your fingers nervously. “I wanted to apologize.” A confused look was plastered on Jin’s face.

“What are you apologizing for?” He said as he walked a little closer to you. Your stomach was in knots and you didn’t know why.

“I didn’t mean to wake you and then...I touched you without permission,” you shook your head and looked down. “It was really embarrassing.”

You heard him chuckle softly. It tickled your very core. “(Y/N), I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it,” Your body became tense as he continued to walk over to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “Water under the bridge. I’m happy it happened. Because you have no idea how bad I needed that and You…” he smiled wide and put a hand on your cheek. “You were amazing. I’m lucky it happened with such a beautiful girl.” He ran his thumb over your cheek softly. “Are you feeling less embarrassed?”

“No,” You giggled back. “But your attempt is cute.” You smiled at him studying his features again. You could get lost in his angelic aura all day. But you had another point to address.

“There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about,” You said softly. Jin just raised his eyebrows at you, listening attentively. All of a sudden, faint high pitched moans and low growls muffled through the walls followed by the violent taps of a bed rocking back and forth. You and Jin laughed a bit, he scratched the back of his head.

“Wow, did we sound like that?” He chuckled nervously. You just smiled and bit your lip.

“No I don’t think so,” you admitted. He gave you a puzzled look. “Yoongi sounds like he fucks like an animal. You fuck with your heart,” your statement caused Jin’s cheeks to stain slightly pink.

“I believe I fucked you with my dick,” he joked, laughing at himself. Although it wasn’t funny, you smiled anyway. He looked the best in this moment, laughing breathlessly.

“You know what I meant, Seokjin,” you retorted, getting lost in his smile some more.

“What else did you want to talk to me about?”

You wanted to ask him if he wanted to see you again. A thought that confused you greatly because you weren’t like this. Men begged you for your time, you never had to ask. Keeping that in mind, you decided against it.

“Oh to be honest, it slipped my mind,” you lied. “I guess your humor distracted me, huh?” Jin sighed in approval.

“You know, you’re not the first to tell me that,” he boasted playfully as he put his hands on his hips. “I’ve been told I’m a quite the comedian.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you giggled. “You probably bring so much joy to the people around you.”

“I just like making people smile,” he admitted. “Which by the way, yours is very beautiful. I hope I’m allowed to say that.” You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. Keep it together (Y/N), you thought to yourself.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, as you twirled your hair with your fingers.

“I have a question as well,” he said as he walked over to his bed and took a seat.

“Shoot,” You replied as you watched intently. He slid his body backwards until his broad back was leaning against the head of his bed. His body slid over, creating a space next to him.

“Can we finish?”

Your face contorted as you were taken aback. Can we finish? You thought.

“Well I was under the impression we had, dear,” you shot another sweet smile at him trying to hide your confusion, even though he saw it.

“I mean we finished having sex but,” he tapped the bed next to him and grinned. “We didn’t cuddle.” He said softly.

Cuddling? That’s what he wants? You thought. You never cuddled with anyone. I mean, you did momentarily after a long session of being devoured in the throws of passion but you never just outright cuddled with anyone.

“Plus I don’t feel I got my money’s worth,” he cocked his head. “I mean we were on a time frame. I know Namjoon paid for an hour and a half and I only got a half.” His face pouted a bit. You couldn’t help but smile widely and look down nervously. A sudden thought popped into your head. Maybe you never cuddled with anyone because no one asked you. Did you even want to?

“Fine,” You said surrendering. You walked over to him and plopped your body next to him. Inching closer so you can feel his side against the front of yours. With an arm draped over his stomach, and his arm collapsing on your shoulders, you looked up at him and finished. “But on one condition.”

He raised his eyebrows at you but pulled you in closer to him, taking his free arm so it could meet with his other one and lock you in an embrace, his eyes never leaving yours.

“And what’s that?” He asked. What you really wanted to to do was sleep in his arms. To bury your face into his chest and wrap your legs around his like you were starting to do so now. That warm feeling was coming back, except this one wasn’t in your abdomen. It was in your chest. His scent permeated into your nostrils and you almost forgot to speak. You looked around the room to find a distraction. Right across from you, was his Wii console.

“My condition is that we play MarioKart,” you exclaimed, pointing at the system. Jin’s face didn’t change. Eyebrows still raised with a serene look of joy plastered on him. That look fit his elegant features so well. He exhaled sharply before speaking.

“Mwooo Jinjja? Mario Kart?” He inched closer to your face, letting his forehead rest on yours before continuing. “Fine, but I’m not going to just let you win.” You let your hand travel up to his neck, cupping it in your palm before letting out a wide smile.

“I don’t need you to let me win. I can kick your ass all by myself,” you stated confidently. With that he closed the space between your lips. Your lips collided, exuberating such tenderness and sweetness like honey coating your lips. He parted your lips by running the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip. Right as you anticipated this kiss to convert to something more racy, he pulled away.

“We’ll see about that.”

The time passed rather quickly. The two of you played a few rounds intently. He was better than you thought and you were thanking yourself for not betting anything on this game like you usually would. You were sitting between his legs, so that you could see the tv screen while still cuddling like he asked. His long arms still embracing yours, holding his controller in your lap. The back of your head was resting on his chest; pressing your controller against your own chest, trying your hardest not to lose.

“No!” You exclaimed as you watch Princess Peach coast off the road and into the starry abyss. “This is sabotage!” you groaned in frustration. “I told you I was bad at Rainbow Road.” Even though your eyes were fixated on the screen, you could feel Jin’s chest bouncing up and down against your head. He was laughing at you for what seemed the millionth time.

“A true masternim can conquer all stages,” he said in between laughs. “Just admit that you suck, Baby girl.” You playfully bit his arm and he winced exaggeratedly.

“Ahhh!” He screamed lightly. “This is a foul. I get a penalty.” He dropped his controller in your lap and embraced you closer to him. Your heart skipped a beat causing you to laugh as well.

“I didn’t even bite you that hard,” you crooked your neck back so the crown of your head leaned against and you could get a better look at him. “Don’t be a baby,” you teased. He raised his eyebrows and his mouth hung open. Just as he was about to say something, there was a knock at the door.

“Come on out, lovey,” Maya’s voice was muffled on the other side of it. “It’s about time we go home.” You sighed then pouted at Jin.

“Guess I’m going to have to kick your ass another day,” you teased as you pulled away from his embrace, getting up from the bed and stretching a bit. Jin remained dumbfounded on the bed.

“But I was winning!” He exclaimed, soon following your example by getting up himself. You smiled at him and stuck your tongue out. He just pursed his lips at you and watched you walk to the door.

“Ready?” You said opening the door as you were greeting but a delighted Maya. Yoongi leaning against the wall behind her.

“If you are anyway,” she piped up craning her neck to look behind you. “But if you’re busy—“

“We were just hanging out, Maya. Quit it,” you said shooting her down. You felt Jin creep up behind you. “Let’s go, Nagaja!” Maya nodded at your words not before shooting Jin a mischievous look then back at you. You rolled your eyes as you followed her, the two men trailing behind her.

“Bye Yoongi,” she purred softly and she took his hand in hers and toyed with it. He bit his lip and squeezed her hand before she let go. You turned to Jin who had his hands stuffed in his pocket.

“Call me anytime. I really enjoyed my time with you today,” you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek and inched closer to his eyes. “All of it.” You cooed. You felt his body shiver under you.

“Me too,” He exhaled. “Take care of yourself in the meantime.” He added.

You nodded at him and smiled, walking away with Maya at your side. You both felt the men watching you leave, their eyes glued to your behinds as they closed the door to their apartment. You two linked arms and delightfully made your way toward the elevator.

“Oh my dearest sister,” Maya said breaking the silence. “I’m so very lucky to have you in my life.” She pulled you in closer and rested her head on your shoulder.

“Dearest sister? What happened to ‘I’m going to slit your throat and take over your company’,” you scoffed as you push the down button, calling the elevator to you both. Maya gasped and clutching your arm tightly.

“What a horrid thing to say! I couldn’t imagine anyone saying that to an angel like you,” she nuzzled her face into your arm and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re a real fuckin’ piece of work, you know that?” You declared, annoyance laced in your words. You heard a small throaty chuckle coming from the smaller woman. The elevator dinged and you both entered but as you entered, you noticed something different about her.

“Wait a minute,” you studied the fabric around her neck. “You didn’t come in with that scarf.” She looked down and smiled a nervous laugh at you. “Take it off Maya! You know we can take things like that from them!” She stomped her foot and whined.

“But it’s Yoongi’s! It smells like Yoongi!” She continued to whine but you just shook your head.

“No, let’s go give it to me, I’ll give it back to you at the house,” you extended your hand out and motioned for her to take it off. She stomped her feet again and pouted. I swear she acts like a goddamn child, you thought to yourself as you watched her take it off. That’s when you noticed. She had purple welts all over her neck, chest and even traveling down to her breasts. You gasped and changed your tune.

“You fuckin’ whore, keep it on!” You panicked and threw the scarf back around her. She looked down and smiled.

“That’s what I thought,” she said as a matter of factly before adjusting the scarf again.

“And how the fuck are you supposed to work looking like that?” You exclaimed. Maya just sucked her teeth and put her hands on her hips.

“I’m allowed to take a few days off aren’t I?” Her voice was shrill, echoing off the walls of the elevator and into your ear. The elevator dinged again and both of you made your way into the lobby. “Plus it’s not like I’m missing much anyway,” she added. You just rolled your eyes at her and continued to walk through the lobby with her and out the door.

The crisp cold air bit at both you and Maya’s exposed skin. Even though you two were accustomed to being severely underdressed in this mid-December weather, you both scurried across the street where Damon’s car was parked. He was slumped in the driver's seat, sleeping as usual. You and Maya taped on the glass to wake him.

“Come on, you cum dumpster! Let us in,” you exclaimed. He rubbed his eyes and unlocked the car. Both of you plopped yourselves inside, Maya in the front seat and you in the back.

“It’s about fucking time,” he snapped. “I thought I was going to die here.” Maya shoved him playfully.

“You’re lucky I even came back,” she teased. “That was the best dick I’ve ever had.”

“Better than Yixi—wait a minute,” Damon stopped abruptly and pulled her scarf back. “Jesus fucking Christ, Maya. Did you fuck or did he try eating you?” You let out a loud laugh as Damon examined Yoongi’s artworks. Suddenly, your phone purred slightly in your hand as you received a new text. Ignoring your friend’s dialogue, you opened your phone and examined the text. Your fingers dashed across the screen and you smiled deviously.

“Alright let’s get the fuck home,” Maya sighed.

“Actually,” you leaned in closer as Damon started the car. “Can you drop me off at the EXO dorm?”

The two of your friends let out a nasally “ayyyy”, looking at each other before turning to you.

“Someone is working a double today. What a dedicated little peach,” Maya chimed. Damon laughed and added to her commentary.

“And she had the nerve to call ME a cum dumpster.” You rolled your eyes and slumped back, ignoring their comments.

“Damon, just fuckin’ drive!”

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[7aiguanlin]

unspokenly yours.

character: lai guanlin.

genre: fluff, a little bit of angst, demigod!au.

word count: 3404w.

summary: three times that you were there for guanlin and one time he was there for you. //

“listen. if you want to talk to him, just go talk to him,” daehwi says in a matter-of-fact tone as he forks a piece of pie into his mouth. you take a break from gazing at the new camp jupiter transferee to glaring at your younger half-brother, scowling at him before you pointedly set your fork down and stand up.

“fine. i will,” you say curtly, before making your way over to the boy decked in black clothing, sans the white t-shirt he donned underneath his black leather jacket. you slide in across from him, ignoring his stare.

“hey.” you don’t know if it’s a smart choice to approach the camp jupiter transferee who had already been claimed as hades’ son, but as a child of athena, your curiosity had overwhelmed you over the past two days.

“h-hi,” the boy stammers out. you introduce yourself with a smile, and you note that despite his cold exterior, he comes off as a shy boy rather than a cold city guy. you smile, carrying the conversation through its basics and letting it proceed from there.

before the campfire that night starts, you learn that guanlin is half-taiwanese from his mother and that he comes from the city. his best friend from camp jupiter is yoo seonho, a son of hebes, and guanlin was extremely saddened to have to leave his best friend. you learn that guanlin is not one of those people you judge via first impression, because he laughs like a dolphin and smiles– gums and all– at the lamest jokes and the smallest actions. 

you both skip the campfire that night even though you tell him he should go with you, and trade in a night by the fire for a night at the dining hall underneath the fairy lights hung on the wooden structures. he promises he’ll go next time, when he’s comfortable. 

he walks with you to your cabin that night, caught up in a conversation with you regarding which camp was weirder between camp jupiter or camp half-blood. camp half-blood wins after you tell him about all the pranks ong seongwoo has pulled and about how once, the quiet bae jinyoung, telekinetically threw a pumpkin at his head. guanlin lets out a dolphin-like laughter, that slowly dies down as you both reach your cabin. 

he bids you an awkward good night paired with a bow as you enter your cabin with daehwi awaiting you on your shared bunk bed. he wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes.

“your bed is up there, daehwi,” you say as you make a notion to the upper bunk, “not there.”

the first time you are ever there for guanlin is when you become the only one to put aside your first impression of him, effectively making you his first friend of many. //

the next time is when you and guanlin, accompanied by daniel, minhyun, and doyeon set off on a quest to retrieve the keys of hades for guanlin’s father. it’s been a long time since you and guanlin had wordlessly established the mutual feelings you had for each other, and there was some unspoken relationship between the two of you that no one– including you and guanlin– had bothered to question.

you and guanlin lag slightly behind daniel, minhyun, and doyeon, hands swinging dangerously close to each other in silence. minhyun looks back at the both of you occasionally, ensuring that you two are still behind them and with the group. 

the silence, although not unwelcome, is difficult to call comfortable as the five of you venture the labyrinth in order to reach the middle in which the keys of hades had supposedly been hidden by the escaped soul that guanlin had sent back to the underworld to his father with much difficulty. 

as the five of you continue to walk, you take a look at guanlin, taking in the sight of the cut on his cheek and the bruise on the corner of his lip. you fight the urge to graze your thumb over the darkened underneaths of his eyes that have accumulated over the past days on the quest, 

as guanlin notices and meets your gaze, questioning in his expression, your eyes widen as blood begins to drip down his nose. immediately, your hand flies up to catch the blood by pressing against his nose as you call out for the group to stop. 

“guanlin, your nose is bleeding again,” you murmur as the rest of the group approaches you, already handing you a bloodied handkerchief that had been used to dry guanlin’s bloody nose earlier. you hold the handkerchief up to guanlin’s nose before he takes it himself, your hands brushing together. 

guanlin offers you all a weak gummy smile as you wipe his blood on the hem of your already soiled t-shirt, not bothering to speak since you all know it took a lot out of him to bring the demented soul back to the underworld.

“we’ll rest here,” daniel says as he sets down his backpack. “three hours, i’ll take first watch, minhyun takes second, and you take the last watch,” he says as he gestures to you. “the rest of you, get some rest. especially you, guanlin.” 

guanlin opens his mouth to protest, only to receive a collective glare from the whole group excluding you. the boy sighs as he settles down and allows you to nurse his bleeding nose, following your instructions as you tell him to look downwards while you dab at his nose. 

“you always take care of me,” guanlin says as he peers down at you with a smile. 

“if i don’t, who else will, you big doof?” you chuckle as the blood flow from his nose slowly comes to a halt.

“what would i do without you?” he asks softly. your smile fades slightly as you recall the ever-present possibility of you dying on quests. choosing to ignore the concern, you flick his forehead lightly.

“good thing you’ll never have to worry about that, because i’ll always be by you.”

guanlin’s smile gets gummier, and little do you know, he’d go to the ends of earth and beyond to make sure you’d always be by his side. even if it meant pushing the laws of the godly world. 

“go to sleep, doof,” you say as the bleeding finally stops, “i want you asleep these full three hours. you need it.” 

he goes to sleep after you say that, and you go to sleep shortly after him, not too close, but never straying too far.

when minhyun wakes you up for your watching shift, you have to gently lift guanlin’s arm off your waist. 

you’re not really surprised and neither is minhyun. you’re both used to it, but as per usual, neither of you say anything about it. you peck guanlin’s forehead as minhyun goes to sleep and you take watch. //

the third time is when guanlin refuses to come out of his cabin. 

“it’s been four days since you guys got back on your quest and he hasn’t left his cabin ever since he arrived. he rushed you into the infirmary and after making sure you were alive, he walked out of here and into his cabin, and never walked out,” daehwi informs you.

you stare at the iron stygian ring that you had gifted him a long time ago that had been left at your infirmary’s bedside table. it glows a soft purple even as its shrouded in a yellow sunlight as you listen to daehwi’s words.

“is he eating?” you frown, immediately concerning yourself with his health. daehwi shrugs, a pout-like grimace gracing his innocent features. “he has to be eating somehow.” 

you sigh, recalling your last duo mission with guanlin that you two had just returned from. it ended with guanlin having to carry you into camp half-blood after you completely mangled your leg from an attack guanlin had meant for your enemies. 

he didn’t speak after he had saved you from falling into the earth as he had cracked the ground open, but you remembered him crying as you drifted off into unconsciousness from blood loss and you remembered him yelling as he entered the camp to get you help. 

you remembered how he looked at you with tears in his eyes as you were brought into the infirmary, and you knew he blamed himself for your current condition.

with plenty of magic, sungwoon’s home remedies, and jaehwan’s healing singing, your leg was slowly healing with only a small scar predicted to be left on your thigh. you were set to leave for your own cabin that night before dinner. 

before daehwi leaves to continue camp activities, you call out, “tell ong i’m going to need him later.” //

later that day when you’re released from the infirmary with a bandages wrapped around your thigh and a small pack of sungwoon’s natural painkillers in your hand, seongwoo is waiting for you by the door. he spins a ringlet of keys and pins on his pointer finger with a grin.

“are you going to ask me to pick the hades’ cabin lock for guanlin?”

“... yes, yes i am.” 

he chuckles heartily, before throwing an arm around your shoulder and leading you out. “let’s get you some dinner first, and you can pick up some food for guanlin too, since god knows how he’s eating right now.”

you smile, somewhat bitterly, as seongwoo leads you to the dining table to grab food. you eat only a salad and some nectar for a drink, before you and seongwoo head over to hades’ cabin. you carry a box of pizza and a bottle of nectar in your hands– probably not the healthiest option, but pizza was guanlin’s favorite. 

you knock first.

when there’s no answer, you threaten guanlin– “if you don’t open this door right now, i’m going to have ong pick the lock.” 

when he doesn’t answer, you make way for seongwoo to pick the lock. he does, and he leaves you with a salute as you walk into the cabin and shut the door behind you. 

“guanlin?” there are a few beds in the cabin, but guanlin remains the only occupant as he lays on his bed with his earphones plugged in. you know he hears you because one earplug is hanging out of his ear and he’s fiddling mindlessly with his ipod. 

“i brought pizza,” you say as you set the pizza and nectar down at the foot of the bed on the floor. 

“why are you here?” he mumbles as you sit yourself on the floor beside his bed, which hangs low from the floor.

“because you saved me,” you reply, recalling how you had screamed his name and how he had immediately run to you and pulled you out of the crack in the ground. 

he turns to lie on his back, refusing to look at you. you see his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows his emotions. “i wouldn’t have had to save you if i wasn’t stupid enough to make that move in the first place.”

“love, look at me.” the occasion in which you call him love is rare– often a slip of the tongue– but every time you say it, you mean it. after a moment of silence, guanlin turns to look at you and you slip your hand into his. “if you hadn’t made that move, both of us would be dead.” 

“but i made that move and you almost died.” 

“guanlin–”

“i’d rather have myself die than have you die.”

“don’t say that, you know i don–”

“why do you love me?” 

you bite your tongue. 

the acknowledgment of your feelings for each other had always been silent and unspoken, not just by the both of you, but by everyone around you. but now, guanlin was bringing everything to light. you had never told him you loved him and he had never told you he loved you– you both went with the flow of the relationship and it was a given that you two were something, but you couldn’t claim him your boyfriend or vice versa. anyone was free to go after you or guanlin, but they chose not to, because they knew anyway.

“do you know how much destruction i can cause with the snap of a finger?” guanlin asks, eyes quivering as his stare bores into your soul. “do you know that i could send a soul to the underworld whether they deserve it or not with minimal consequences? do you know how many of my companions’ auras i’ve watched slowly fade as they dide? or sometimes the auras don’t even fade– one moment they’re there and the next moment they’re not.” he yanks his hand away from yours.

“i didn’t want to hurt you, but i did. i did, and i almost got you killed. i’m a monster, i’m a child of hades, the god of the underworld and the dead. how could you call me 'love’? nonetheless, how could you love me? how can you even look at me?”

you take a deep breath.

“i love you because even if you can make the earth shatter with the snap of a finger, you don’t. i love you because even if you could send a soul to the underworld, you never would, even if they did deserve it. i love you because no matter how many life auras you’ve watched fade, you’re still here. i love you because you being a child of hades doesn’t define you. hades isn’t a horrible person– he just got the worse end of the stick between the siblings. and you’re not a horrible person either, guanlin.” the boy’s eyes quiver as they begin to shine with tears.

“i love you, because you’re the purest person i’ve ever met and everyday your laugh rings in my ears and i wake up looking forward to seeing your smile.” you inhale, again. “i love you, and nothing could stop me from doing so.” 

“i’m sorry,” he says, “i’m sorry.” he throws his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling out a long string of sorries. 

when his tears have dried out and when his voice is hoarse from sobbing, he sits down at the edge of the bed and makes room for you, offering you one of his earbuds. 

with the playlist he had secretly made for you playing softly in your left ear and the distant cheers from the campfire reaching your right ear, you intertwine your hands together and sit in the comfortable silence. 

you leave that night as curfew approaches, but not before placing a soft kiss on guanlin’s forehead, reminding him that breakfast is tomorrow at eight am.

after that, you call guanlin ‘love’ more and he calls you ‘baby,’ and from time to time he tells you he loves you behind the closed door of the hades cabin, but still, you do not call him your boyfriend and he does not call you his lover. //

months have passed and there are some days that go by with you missing guanlin as he goes on his solo quests and some days that go by with guanlin missing you as you go on yours. 

today is one of those days that go by with you missing guanlin and worrying over him. it’s been four days since he’s gone on a quest to the underworld, and although you know that the underworld is his territory as much as it is his father’s, worry still resides in your heart. 

as you nail a javelin into the center of a target, you pick up some voices.

“dude, this is your chance while guanlin is gone.”

“are you kidding me? they’re practically together anyway, and god knows what that guanlin kid is going to do if he finds out i tried to get at them.” 

their voices get louder as you go to retrieve your javelin from the target, your blood slowly boiling at the words they spoke.

“what did they see in guanlin anyway? the guy’s a freak. there’s probably a reason he had to transfer from jupiter to half-blood, maybe he participated in some black magic or shit. or even worse, maybe he sent someone to the underworld?” the second voice speaks up again, laughing loudly.

“you know what, you’re right. going after them would be a bad idea. zeus knows where you’d end up if you tried to hit that. i’d love to see guanlin banished from camp half-blood, but i don’t think you’d like the underworld that much,” the first voice snorts. 

your knuckles turn white as you yank your javelin out of its target and without thinking, you throw the javelin straight in-between the owners of the voices. 

the eyes turn to you as the two boys loudly curse in surprise, and out of the corner of your eye, you see jisung moving to stop you. seongwoo holds him back, although his stature is tense as well.

“what did you say about guanlin?” you prompt, taking another javelin that you had thrown into your target and stabbing it into the floor in front of you.

the second boy swallows heavily, but the first boy takes a step towards you. your right hand’s grip on your javelin tightens and your nails dig into your left palm as you seethe.

“we said, that your boy is a freak of nature,” he snickers, “and maybe you are too, now that i think about it.” 

“if he’s a freak of nature, we might as well all be,” you coldly proclaim, lifting the javelin. “we’re all children of mythological beings and ninety percent of the population don’t even think we exist, you headass.” you twirl the javelin with ease between your fingers, preparing to throw it. 

“let’s see if you still have the guts to talk shit when you have a stygian iron javelin point protruding from your fucking guts.”

the first boy steps back as if it’ll ease the situation at all as you take aim, but just as you’re about to swing your arm, slender fingers wrap themselves around the javelin. guanlin’s strength, although you are blessed with the strength of athena, overpowers yours and prevents you from making the final move.

“it’s not worth it,” guanlin quietly speaks into your ear as he glares at the two boys. he makes a notion with his chin telling them to get the hell away, and they do, not even bothering to extract their clumsily aimed javelins from their targets. 

“but they we–” 

“i know, but they’re not worth it,” guanlin says as he chuckles. “they can’t even aim a javelin properly, and isn’t that one kid who stood at the back zeus’ kid?” 

your anger subsides at the sound of guanlin’s chuckle, and somewhere in the background, seongwoo and jisung sigh a sigh of relief. 

guanlin ruffles your hair roughly, a gummy smile on his lips. “i don’t really care what they say. it’s funny that they’re afraid of me.” a boyish giggle escapes his lips, and you swat at his bicep, only to wince at the pressure applied to the crescent-shaped wounds on your palm.

“jeez, you really need to control your anger sometimes, you know?” he takes your left palm into his right and a shadow shrouds your joined hands before he lets go and rubs his thumb over the healed skin. “i can’t always be here to stop you from throwing a javelin or stabbing a sword into someone’s foot.” 

“if you weren’t so smart, i’d think you were ares’ kid instead of athena’s,” guanlin jokes. you wonder when he stopped caring about the rumors that spread across the camp about him, and little do you know that he stopped caring after you had assured him of his humanity that night in his cabin.

“your boy can handle himself,” he chuckles, and you wonder how he’s one year younger than you sometimes.

“my boy?” you stifle the grin that threatens to pull at the corner of your lips as guanlin pulls you into his chest with his arms tightly around you.

“yeah, your boy. your boyfriend.” 

(in the background, seongwoo yells out a ‘finally!” and daehwi receives ten gold coins from the rest of your half-siblings in the athena cabin.)

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