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hwangsies · 3 years

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zephyr

(n) a gentle breeze

pairing: seo changbin x female reader (hwang hyunjin x female reader)

genre: rebound to fwb to dumbasses to lovers(?), college!au, undergroundrappers!3racha

warnings: angst: mentions of infidelity, heartbreak and abuse, seemingly unrequited love, they are both so dumb and prideful its annoying, fluff, bad attempt at comedy, minsung on the side, cursing, alcohol consumption, smut: protected piv, oral (f), studio sex, praise, mild degradation, hair pulling, mild spanking

wc: 10k

enjoy <3

September

"y/n?" you hear your roommates faint voice calling out your name.

You dont bother to answer because you know she's going to come into your room at any second now.

And you're right. "y/n??" Your door opens a few seconds later.

You groan in response, not looking up and instead staying in your little cocoon of blankets.

"no babygirl what are you doing?" you feel the bed shift under lias weight when she sits down.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" you grumble back, her hand gently rubbing over your arm.

"sulking, babe" she replies, dropping her purse to the ground.

"10 points for griffyndor" you sniffle as you scooch and sit up, pushing the blankets half off of you at which she sighs.

"wooyoung was not that good of a boyfriend for you to still be crying over him" lia presses her lips together concernedly.

She's right, you know it. It has almost been two months and you still feel like crying everytime someone mentions him.

"i know" you nod somewhat defeatedly "still, i was with him for almost a year and" you hiccup "he literally ripped my heart out and trampled on it"

"i know" lia nods understandingly "but i do think it would help if you went out again, even if its just for a night, you know just to be around people"

"it probably would but i just dont have the energy for it" you shrug your shoulders.

"i get it, girl, i really do" she pats your knee "both of my exes cheated on me, my only luck was that they were both awful at hiding it so i found out pretty quickly" she huffs.

You force out a chuckle, from what you heard from one of the girls that wooyoung cheated on you with, was that it started 3 months into your relationship.

"this the most humiliating thing ever, lia" you scoff "being with someone for so long, trusting them and telling them all your secrets and you think they are doing the same for you but then realizing that they were faking it all along to have multiple side chicks, and the fact that i was too oblivious to figure it out is the icing on the cake" you rub your forehead, feeling a migrane approach due to the sheer amount of crying you've been doing.

She seems to know what's happening and hands you the water bottle next to your bed "hydrate, sis"

So, you do. Taking four big gulps out of the water bottle.

Once you place the bottle next to you and tie your hair in a messy bun, you look at your roommate more thuroughly now that the tears are wiped away.

"you look pretty" you compliment her makeup and casual yet chic outfit "what'd you do tonight?"

Her contagious grin spreads over her face, eyes turning into little crescents.

"chris took me to the fair in town" lia grins before her face drops "I'm sorry, this is maybe not the time to ta-"

"No! It is, tell me about it" you interrupt her.

"O-okay" she nods hesitantly "well, i dont know if you've been keeping track but today was our fourth date and it was amazing" she gushes.

"I cant believe how much i like him, like, its crazy" she squeals a little, at which you giggle.

"so, fourth date huh? And he hasnt tried to get into your pants yet?" you quip.

"nope, i initiated our first kiss and other than that nothing" she whispers the last words before laughing.

"thats great" you smile, genuinely happy for her.

"Hmm yea" she sings as she gets up "i'll go to bed now too"

"Oh, hey, i have an idea" lia speaks up when standing in your doorway "chris has this performance thingy in two days, you should totally come!" she offers enthusiastically.

"he has a band?" you ask, partly to distract her from her offer.

"Hmm not really a band, they're a trio and there is this performance on saturday where a bunch of underground artists perform, i didnt fully listen if im honest" she giggles "but you should come with me!!" she jumps excitedly.

"i dont kno-"

"y/n pleasee? You'd do me a huge favor too because i dont know anyone there" lia pleads, clutchig her hands together.

"you know chris" you rebuttal.

"and what am i supposed to do when he's performing? stand around like an idiot? please y/n" she pouts.

"I dont really think this is my type of crowd..." you scratch your head.

"please please please" she jumps once more.

You sigh and tilt your head as you look at her sternly.

"one of his friends is single" she adds carefully.

"and cute" she sings "from what ive seen in pictures" she adds.

"lia" you groan.

"I'll do your laundry for two weeks if you come with me"

"you will?" Your head snaps towards her.

"yes i will! i promise, just come with me, please?"

A long sigh leaves your lips "okay"

The strong bass of the loud music rings in your chest as soon as you step foot into the club where “3racha” is supposed to be performing tonight.

Lia comes to a halt and you almost run into her because you were to busy checking out the venue and the other people around you.

“sorry” you mumble and hold onto her arm to avoid getting lost in the crowd.

She pulls out her phone and clicks on her and hers and chris’s chat, to figure out where to meet them, you assume.

“okay” lia puts her phone back into her jeans pocket and grabs your hand “they’re backstage, lets go”

“can we just go there?” you almost yell for her to understand what you’re saying.

“yea! Chris said he’ll make sure we’ll get in, come on” she tugs at your hand for you to walk faster.

You waddle behind her, barely dodging some drunk guys beer that goes flying before you arrive at the sign that says “artists only” and a black curtain behind it.

The guy standing infront of it raises a brow at the two of you before pointing at said sign “read ladies, no fans allowed”

“hey, they’re with me” a guy, you assume to be chris, taps on his shoulder and shows his artists badge, half of his body still covered by the curtain.

The bigger guy sighs and lets you through.

“thank you” lia lets go of your hand to loop her arms around chris’s neck once behind the curtain, they kiss and you look around.

Not because you are particularly uncomfortable, maybe still just a little bitter at happy couples.

You audibly clear your throat when they are still making out after a good ten seconds.

“oh-uhm” lia looks back at you after breaking the kiss “chris, this is y/n, y/n, chris” she giggles.

“hi y/n, nice to meet you” he gives you a quick hug and a smile full of dimples, finally understanding why your roommate is always swooning about him.

“hi” you smile back, somewhat forced.

“lets go to our dressingroom” chris suggests and leads the way.

Opening the door, he lets you and lia walk in first.

One guy is dancing around in the middle of the room, singing along to the current song that’s being played in the background with a water bottle as a pretend mic.

Another is one sitting on the small couch and laughing at him.

“oh, hi” the guy stops singing and quickly hides the bottle behind himself at which chris chuckles.

“guys, this is lia and y/n” chris points at the two of you before closing the door behind him.

“ooo the lia?” the waterbottle guy wiggles his eyebrows, at which you cant help but laugh as well, he isn’t very tall but looks lean.

“what is the lia supposed to mean?” lia laughs when chris comes up and slings an arm around her waist from behind her.

“I..well-I talk about you sometimes-“

“sometimes my ass” the guy sitting on the couch scoffs amusedly, your eyes shift to him.

He’s wearing a white baseball cap and a pretty tight fitted black Versace shirt, making his shoulders and arms look broad.

His hands clad in black half-gloves, he adjusts his cap before locking eyes with you and quickly looking down again.

“channie hyung must’ve forgotten his manners, I’m jisung” the waterbottle guy speaks up “and that’s changbin hyung” he points at the most intimidating-looking of the three of them, on the couch.

“channie?” lia squeals as she sits down with chris on the couch changbin is sitting on as well, jisung coming up to you.

“hey, you want something to drink?” he asks, pointing at the mini bar feigning cockiness “we have a mini bar”

“woow” you chuckle, playing along “sure I’d love a drink”

“how come we’ve never met on campus before?” jisung asks after mixing you a vodka soda and sitting down on the second couch in the room.

“oh, you all go to uni here as well?” you ask surprisedly as you sit down next to him..

“yea” he grins “that’s how we all met” he points at lia and chris almost sitting on top of each other “and those two”

“oh I didn’t even know that” you take a sip, trying to loosen up “I guess I wasn’t listening when she was ranting on about him”

Jisung laughs and changbin joins the two of you as he sits down next to jisung.

“they just started calling each other bubs I feel like throwing up” changbin groans as he drinks from his beer.

You huff before jisung speaks again, looking from his friend back to you “he’s usually more romantic” he quips.

“I bet” you joke with him.

“yup” changbin locks eyes with you “that’s why I’m single, I’m just too romantic” he shakes his head sarcastically.

“ooh” you squint your eyes “emotional unavailability? love that in a man” you grin, at which his eyebrow quirks up amusedly.

“speaking of man, did minho hyung text you when he’d be here?” jisung asks his friend.

“yea he said he’ll be here in 5 and that you should finally buy a new phone” changbin answers, reading it from his phone at which jisung scoffs before turning to you.

“minho is my boyfriend” he explains “he’s hot” he grins at which you laugh “I bet”

“so, y/n, do you have a boyfriend?” jisung asks after taking a sip of his drink

“not anymore” you scoff, jisung inhales excitedly “guess what, changbin is single as well” he grins from ear to ear, comically looking back and forth between you two.

“oh, please dont start like lia” you chuckle, leaning forwards to lock eyes with changbin “no offense, but I only attract assholes”

He shakes his head, amusedly raising his brows “none taken” he grins at which you huff before a young woman comes into their dressing room to tell them they’re up next.

Back in the crowd, you and lia find a good place just as the lights dim and the music begins to play.

Suddenly you feel someone run into your side “woah I’m sorry” he quickly apologizes “this guy pushed me” he looks behind him.

“its alright” you nod, loud enough for him to hear.

Once they come outside, the crowd goes wild.

“jisungieee” the guy next to you all over sudden screams, you have to smile when looking at him.

“are you minho by any chance?” you ask him.

He nods aggressively “yea! do you know jisung?”

“I just met him backstage” you yell over the loud bass.

Minho laughs and nods before the bass drops and chris starts the first verse.

“he’s great right?” lia screams into your ear when the first chorus ends.

“yea” you nod, actually surprised at how good their music is, now understanding as to why the crowd loves them so much.

Changbin starts his verse and suddenly you feel somewhat entranced, his voice is rough and his bars are hard, definitely fitting his appearance but what entices you is the passion with which he appears to be performing.

Throughout their whole performance you cant take your eyes off him, the way his arms flex when he grips onto the microphone a little harder or the way his jugular sticks out when he growls into the microphone.

Not to mention the thighs you somehow didn’t notice in their dressing room, you watch them strain against his leather pants and feel even hotter suddenly.

Their last song ends and lia is quick to be in your ear about going backstage to chris again.

“oh you know chan hyung?” minho overhears and chimes in.

“yea she’s his date” you point at your overly excited roommate.

“changbin just texted and said they’re upstairs in the vip lounge, come with me” the brunette holds out his hand for you to take, which you do and grab lia with the other one.

“do you know where you’re going?” you ask minho after a minute of pressing yourself along sweaty dancing bodies.

“yea! they’re here a lot” he yells back “its right over there” he points to a flight of stairs where yet another bouncer is standing in front of.

“hey minho” the bouncer greats him with a fist bump “these girls are with you?” he points at lia and you.

“yea” he nods.

“trying something new, I see” he laughs atw hich you frown.

“oh, nono” minho chuckles uncomfortably “I’m still with jisung”

“ah-alright well, have fun” the bouncer moves after looking you all up and down, letting you walk up the stairs.

“wow, you’re famous” lia giggles at which minho huffs and shakes his head amusedly “yea, for being the only non-straight person they know”

“baby” you see jisung jump up from his seat in the spacious lounge as soon as you enter.

“hii” minho holds out his arms for him to run into, you cant stop yourself from smiling when you see jisung jump into his boyfriends arms.

“lia, y/n come over here” chris waves at the two of you.

“you were so good, baby” you hear minho praise jisung behind you as you walk over to the large round sitting booth where chan and changbin are sitting.

Lia slides into the booth and cuddles into chans side “you were awesome” she squeals as you sit down on the other end and grab a fresh glass from the middle of the round table, holding it next to changbins where he’s pouring cherry vodka into.

“can i get some?” you ask, he glances at you and smirks before silently filling your glass with a double shots worth of the slightly rosy liquid.

“so, how did you like it?” he asks as he leans back, taking a swing of his drink.

“you guys were really good” you nod “to be honest I didn’t expect such high quality music”

He laughs, leaning his head back a little, his adams apple bopping with it.

You cant help but notice the sheer sheen of sweat that expands over his thick neck, obviously coming from their escapades on stage just now.

“what did you expect? a bunch of drunks playing wonderwall on the guitar for more drunks?” he grins, straight white teeth on display.

“hey, don’t come for wonderwall” you raise your hand jokingly at which he laughs.

“I wouldn’t dare” he raises his hands comically.

“hey” you whip your head around to see jisung and minho “scoot, please” jisung speaks again.

“oh-yea” you grab your drink and scoot further into the half circle-shaped booth.

“so what do you study?” changbin asks, his voice catches you off guard because you hadn’t calculated how close you’re sitting to him.

You turn to him to realise you’re close enough to smell his perfume and aftershave.

“uh- I- art” you answer shakily before taking a sip of your drink just to pull a face afterwards.

“jesus christ” you cough a little and hold your chest as changbin laughs.

“its stronger than you’d think” he grins “can you handle it?” he teases when your eyes get a little watery.

You stare at him for a second before playfully rolling your eyes “im good”

His eyes trace over your face as you look around before he breaks the silence ”i can get you something else if you want” he offers.

“oh-uh no, I’m just being dramatic its fine” you chuckle.

“so...what do you study?” you change the topic.

“I’m majoring in music” he says, stretching out his arms over the backrest “all three of us are”

“oh, so you like, produce all your own stuff?” you ask, your eyes jumping to where his forearm touches your shoulder, that’s leaning against the backrest.

“yea, channie hyung composes the most, me and ji write a lot” he explains,

“thats really cool” you nod, looking over to the mentioned guy.

Changbin follows your eyes and huffs when the both of you see him and your roommate sucking face again.

After a few seconds they stop and giggle before standing up to go somewhere.

“where are they going?” you huff.

“I guess they want some alone time” he chuckles, lifting the arm close to you to take off the cap he’s still wearing.

You flinch when his forearm brushes your shoulder.

“are you scared of me?” he asks slowly, stopping his movements, cap still in hand.

“no- no” you shake your head, chuckling “I- its just been a while since I’ve gone out and I don’t know” you shrug “I feel a little lost”

“hm” changbin cocks his brow at your words, running one hand through his dark brown locks.

You divert your eyes from his bulging bicep back to his face quickly when he speaks again.

“any reason why?” he leans back again.

“oh, just a shitty ex and a shitty breakup” you shrug “I’m gonna spare you the details”

“aw, no please, tell me he had a small dick and everything, now im invested” he jokes.

You tsk at him and push his arm playfully, feigning annoyance.

“that still doesn’t answer my question as to why you jumped like that when my arm touched you” changbin raises his brows expectantly.

You open your mouth to speak but-

“we’ll go get some more to drink” minho interrupts you at which changbin nods.

“so?” he asks again, once minho and jisung leave.

“did that ex hit you? give me his address I’ll beat him up for you” changbin deadpans.

“no” you shake your head after taking another sip “he didn’t” you huff incredulously.

“its just- you look kinda scary” you blurt out finally.

His eyes widen before he falls into a boyish laughter, which you cant help but join.

“me?” he points at himself before laughing again, the image you had made up in your mind about him cracking.

“yea!” you raise your brows “when you look like this” you furrow your brows and lightly squint your eyes to mimic his resting bitch face.

“what the-” he splutters laughingly.

“stoop, don’t laugh” you hold onto his forearm, still giggling yourself.

He calms himself, subconsciously scooting closer to you in the now empty booth.

“maybe scary wasn’t the right word” you snicker, looking down.

“I think the word you were looking for was: sexy, hot or mysterious, maybe handsome-” he quips, grinning to himself when you start laughing again.

“no, no, I know what I meant” you joke back, just now noticing how close he is, his knee touching yours as his whole torso is turned to you.

“so none of my suggestions are accurate?” he cheekily raises one brow at which you scoff playfully.

“maybe one or two” you see his eyes jump to your lips.

The air suddenly feels thick around you with tension, changbins tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip while his eyes are still locked on yours.

You breathe in before the two of you lock eyes again "so…are you gonna kiss me, or just stare?"

He raises his brows at your sudden boost of confidence, grinning amusedly.

"what happened to me being scary?" he counters before urging you to swing one leg over his thighs with gentle hands.

You take a seat on his lap, straddling his thick thighs before looping your arms around his neck "i dont know, i think i'm into it" you quip.

His hands wander up your waist "well then i wont make you wait any longer" he grins, looking at your lips one last time before closing the gap inbetween you two.

You meet him in the middle, changbins grip on your waist tightens when his plush lips land on yours.

He pulls you closer to him, pushing his tongue past the seam of your lips.

You can taste the cherry vodka on his tongue but it riles you up even more, sucking at the wet muscle before his hands wander over the swell of your ass and each grab a handful of the flesh; your short skirt riding up when you subconsciously grind against his lap.

“be careful” he mumbles against your lips, gently tugging down the piece of fabric so you don’t expose yourself to bywalkers.

“where’s the fun in that?” you cock your head to the side teasingly.

Changbin scoffs and leans in again but you get interrupted by jisung.

“hey, we-oh” you whip your head around.

Jisungs frown turns into a grin “uh” he chuckles “we dont mean to interrupt but chan hyung texted minho and they’re going to your place” he points at you.

“ugh, seriously?” you mutter.

“I’m sleeping at minhos so, hyung you’ll have our place to yourself” he winks at changbin.

“so, we’re out too, have fun you guys” minho waves teasingly as jisung drags him away.

For a second you stare after them, until a gentle squeeze at your waist makes you turn around again.

“you could come over to my place if you don’t want to go to yours right now” he offers, eyes flickering to your lips when you bite at your lower one.

This is usually like not you, letting some guy you barely know take you home.

But here you are the next morning, looking up at the ceiling, changbins room flooded with daylight.

You sit up and look at the still unconscious changbin next to you. His blanket had fallen down and exposes his toned torso, barely covering his private parts.

A tingle forms in your lower abdomen when you think of what happened here a few hours ago.

But you pull yourself together and start looking around for your clothes.

You spot your bra on his desk and your skirt and shoes on the floor, gently shimmying out from underneath the blanket; you grab your skirt and slide it on without your panties, not being able to find them anywhere.

Right as you clasp your bra behind your back, changbins morning voice makes you flinch “you would’ve just snuck out?” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as you look back at him.

“what? did you take me for a breakfast lover?” you quip as you slide into your shoes, looking around for your shirt.

“damn, that’s cold” he chuckles lowly, sitting up and watching you stride around his room.

“where did you put my shirt?” you ask, bending down to look under his desk.

“maybe you should worry about your panties first” he snickers, eyes glued to your core when you look back at him.

You kiss your teeth and straighten up quickly, having forgotten about your lack of underwear.

“not that that wasn’t a great view just now-“

“you’re not helping” you interrupt him, eyes lighting up when you spot your shirt in the hallway.

“why so serious all over sudden?” he grins “last night you were everything but tense”

You scoff as you pull your shirt over your head and stuff it into your skirt before grabbing your purse and phone.

“I have an exam in 2 days and I haven’t studied yet” you exhale.

“I could drive you home-“ he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“I’ll call a cab, uhm- thanks for last night” you hurriedly smile before walking out.

“bye” changbin calls after you, frowning and dropping back down onto his bed when he hears the door shut behind you “have a nice day I guess” he mumbles to himself.

October

You cling your jacket closer to your body as you walk through the howling wind the seasonal change had brought with it.

When you arrive at lias faculty building you take out your phone to see if she texted you about when her lecture would be over.

lia : hey babe, chris took me to his place -received at 4:17 pm

You roll your eyes, typical you think.

you : are you serious? you begged me to walk home with you -sent at 4:25 pm

You see her the little blue bubble pop up, indicating that she’s writing a message.

lia : im sorry!! please don’t be mad, he surprised me :((( -received at 4:25 pm

You scoff and turn off your phone before slipping it in your coats pocket alongside your hands. Typical, you think, ever since that night at the club the two of them have become inseparable and lia cancelling on you had become a regular thing. You are happy for her but you also miss your friend.

“y/n?” a familiar voice calls after you right as you start to walk away, you freeze and turn around.

“yea?- oh” you swallow harshly when you see changbin walk your way.

“hey” he smiles brightly and you have to bite back a grin at the cute beanie he’s sporting alongside his slightly red nose due to the cold weather.

“hi” you smile timidly.

“you never texted” he tilts his head at which you nod.

“yea, sorry I actually never got your number” you look at the ground “uh- what are you doing here?”

“oh um im on my way to the studio” he points at a nearby building “that’s the music faculty”

“ah okay, well” you lock eyes “have fun then” you turn around again, ready to walk away.

“hey” he catches up with you “you wanna join me? check out some of our new stuff?” he burries his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“I don’t know, changbin I really don’t want to date right now-“ you start at which he chuckles.

“I didn’t ask you to marry me” he stops in his tracks, grinning when you do as well, locking eyes “come on, I just need an unbiased opinion on some new tracks” he tilts his head.

You inhale before looking around you “I could drive you home after? So you don’t have to walk through this weather?” he offers, raising his brows at which you purse your lips.

“alright” you give in, changbin smiles and extends his elbow for you to hold.

You simper and coyly hook your hand around his arm as the two of you start walking.

“this is awesome!” you point to his laptop a minute after he played the first song for you.

Changbin grins bashfully and leans back into his desk chair “you think?”

“yea, the hook is super catchy” you bob your head as his eyes fix on your profile “you’re really talented, changbin” you catch him blushing before putting on another song.

After a few other songs, he takes off his headphones when you take off yours.

“can I ask you something?” he asks, you glance at him.

“you just did” you quip at which he huffs, “sure” you nod.

“how much of that night do you remember?” he fiddles with one of the rings on his left hand.

“why?” you ask back.

“well, you seemed really upset the next morning so I got kind of scared that you didn’t actually want it and I kind of took advantage of you” he recalls the night the two of you spent together.

“oh, no. you didn’t take advantage of me, I wasn’t even drunk and I would’ve told you if I had changed my mind or something. That was just the first time I ever spent the night at a guys house for a one night stand” you absently pick off some fuzzies from your jeans.

“plus I had just come out of a relationship so I was a little too emotional anyways” you chuckle.

“alright” changbin nods “just wanted to make sure” he smiles down at his hands “cause I remember all of it”

You whip your head, scoffing when you see him with a shit eating grin on his face.

“hm” you feign ignorance as you lean back “I don’t know, there wasn’t a lot to remember” you grin mischievously.

He laughs out loud, leaning forwards “no?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips comically “nah”

“cause I remember you shaking and screaming” he grins.

You shrug your shoulders “weird, must’ve faked it” you deadpan, fiddling with the headphones you’re still holding.

Changbins tongue prods on the inside of his cheek, huffing when he catches you grinning.

“right” he grins slumping into his seat a little further.

A thought flashes in your head when your gaze drops to his crotch and thick thighs, you swallow some spit in frustration as you feel your core getting hotter.

He was right, the night was amazing, maybe that was even part of the reason you stormed out the way you did.

You clench your thighs for some relief, anything really.

“want me to refresh your memory?” your eyes jump up to meet his, you open your mouth but nothing comes out; do you want him to?

Yes. Yes you do.

So, you get up and straddle him on his chair: his hands instantly gripping at your hips, pulling you closer.

“someones eager” he grins, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“shut up” you whisper before crashing your lips onto his.

Changbin groans when you tug at his hair, inviting you to slip your tongue in between his lips and grind your hips over his crotch.

He hisses before propping himself up on one armrest and holding your lower back with the other as he stands up; you squeal but he holds you before sitting you back down on the desk, next to his laptop.

“now who’s eager” you grin when his hands find the waistband of your leggings and tug them down with your panties in one.

He huffs as he bunches your leggings and panties around your ankles before slipping underneath the fabric barrier and inbetween your legs.

“by the looks of it..” he runs a finger through your wet folds “still you” he quips before pushing one finger in without warning.

You moan, you head dropping back onto the hard wooden surface.

“look at me” changbin orders as a second finger prods at your entrance, you whimper but prop yourself up on your elbows.

He curls the two fingers and pumps them almost violently, the palm of his hand smacking your clit with every pump.

“oh god-“ you yelp, your eyes scrunching together as your hips buck up.

“its changbin but god is fine too” he quips as he lowers his head, you curse at him, even though you have to laugh a little.

“you’re so annoy-ah!” you cry out because suddenly his tongue is lapping over your swollen clit, sucking on it forcefully when you claw one hand into his already messed up dark locks.

“fuck-bin- gonna cum” your hips stutter and you feel the pleasure that’s blooming in your tummy is getting ready to snap.

“mmh” he humms against you “cum then, baby” he moans, knowing full well what the added vibrations are doing to your body when your chest arches and your mouth drops open.

Your cries fill the studio as you clamp down on his fingers; he rides your through your high, holding down your hips with his unoccupied hand because you squirm with the euphoria that’s filling your veins.

“good girl” he mumbles, removing his fingers from you before bringing them up to your lips “now, suck them clean for me, yea?” he grins, lips and chin shiny with your cum.

“finally” you huff when arriving at 3rachas lounge in a club out of town; where they had just performed “this club is huge” you breathe, jisung scooting and changbin letting you squeeze past him to take a seat in between them as they chuckle.

Lia and chan already lost in their own world again as she drags him to the dancefloor, squealing when chan teasingly squeezes her sides as they disappear into the crowd.

“they are made for each other” minho sighs, sitting down and giving jisung the second beer from his hands.

“I know right” you lean back, breathing in.

“you’re still out of breath?” changbin laughs at you at which you hit his arm.

“stop it, oh my god” you feign annoyance “you know how exhausting it is to dodge beer bottles and not loose lia? she’s like a Chihuahua, I swear, you loose her once and its over” you chuckle, jisung and minho laughing too.

“you just don’t have any endurance, woman” changbin grins teasingly.

“that’s so not true” you laugh incredulously “what about two nights ago-“

“AH-“ jisung interrupts you, placing his hands over his ears “please spare us your sex stories, I hear enough of that when you’re over, babe”

You huff and changbins cheeks turn red.

“you guys are fucking?” minho asks, eyebrows raised as he takes a swing of his beer.

“good job keeping up, baby” jisung pats his boyfriends thigh teasingly at which he tsks at him.

“are you together or what?” minho props his elbow on the table to support his chin with his hand as he looks at the two of you expectantly.

“no, we’re not” you chuckle somewhat uncomfortably before looking over at changbin who just grins awkwardly.

“just here to be a good friend and keep the groupies away” you joke “right?” you nudge changbin with your elbow at which he nods swiftly, looking down again.

“yea, baby don’t be so old fashioned” jisung teases his boyfriend who just rolls his eyes playfully.

“speaking of groupies” minho mutters, spotting a group of girls just before they approach the lounge.

“hey jisungie, you wanna dance?” a pretty blonde girl bats her eyelashes as she leans down a bit to expose more of her cleavage, making jisung grin.

“baby, you’re gorgeous but I’m very gay” he nods apologetically, “Oh” she straightens up “really? You sure?”

You and changbin have to bite back a laugh when jisung nods again “very sure, thanks though, for coming”

She shrugs and looks at changbin “what about you? Wanna dance?”

“uh-“ changbin starts but you cut him off “he’s with me actually” you tilt your head.

“for real?” she stems her hands into her hips as she looks back at her posse, scoffing.

“yea” changbin loops his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him “that’s my girl, so a little respect, please”

“aww” you coo dramatically as you play along, putting your hand on his jaw to turn his head towards you before you lock lips.

“whatever” you faintly hear the girls voice get quieter when changbin slips his tongue in between your lips.

“they’re gone” you hear minho but changbin pulls your legs to dangle over one of his thighs as he grips your waist.

“guys” jisungs voice only registers in the back of your head when changbin sucks at your bottom lip and you run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“can I get you some more beers?” the waitresses voice pulls the both of you out of your trance as you break the kiss abruptly.

Jisung laughs, shaking his head at the both of you before turning to the waitress “we’ll take a round of shots I think”

November

“fuck-harder” you gasp “..mhh binnie-shit” you moan while changbin pounds into you from behind, gripping your hip tighter with one of his hands; the other one migrating up your back to gather the legth of your hair, twisting them before he pulls at their root.

You groan when you feel your hair getting pulled back, neck stretching as he picks up his pace.

“like this? fuck you love this don’t you?” he breaths ragged, but you can hear the dirty smirk that lingers on his lips every time you have rough sex..

You moan out loudly when he releases your hair and pushes your torso down onto the mattress, your hand pulling at the sheets , needing something to grip and release the pleasure.

“fuck- answer me, slut” he grunts and delivers a harsh slap to your ass.

You cry out “yes-yes-fuck-love it” you desperately gasp as he leans down to you, earning a low chuckle which sends shivers down your back.

His lips latch onto your shoulder blade and start sucking on the skin until a purple mark blooms under his lips.

“fuck” you let out a strangled yell when the hand on your hip makes its way to your front and he started circling your clit with his fingers, the pace and firmness matching his thrusts.

You cry out for him as you clench furiously around his cock “that’s a good girl” he whispers, only letting go of your clit when you flinch in overstimulation.

“cum for me- fuck baby, cum for me and let the others know who’s fucking you this good” he rasps in your ear. Not 5 seconds later, your orgasm ripples through you and you would’ve collapsed completely if he wasn’t holding you up.

You’re still panting when both of his hands go back on your hips and push them down, laying you flat on the mattress before he picks up his pace again with his last left strength to reach his own high.

“shit- y/n“ he grunts when you tighten around him again and you feel him filling the condom with some drawn out groans and a sharp hiss.

After a few seconds of nothing but heavy breathing filling the room, he pulls out and falls next to you on his bed.

You wince at the soreness that’s already presenting itself when you turn around on your back, looking over to him; you watch as he ties a knot in the condom and throws it into the trash next to his desk.

“kobe!” he exclaims gleefully at his perfect throw before looking back at you to see if you saw.

“jesus christ why am I sleeping with you” you hold your hands over your face, hating the fact that it made you laugh.

He gasps, feigning to be offended “that’s not how you speak to the guy that just made you cum three times”

“you are so full of yourself, seo changbin” you shake your head amusedly as you sit up.

“wait, I’ll clean you up” changbin is quick to rise from his comfortable position to grab some tissues from his nightstand.

“come here” he mumbles, gently urging you to lie back down before carefully wiping your own cum off your inner thighs and mound.

You watch him as he gently moves to wipe the tissue over your puffy folds, your hips jumping a little when he accidentally passes your clit.

“sorry” he grins, pressing a kiss to your angled knee; at which you feel your heart lurch forward a bit.

Woah, wait.

You’ve been seeing changbin just for sex for almost two months now, you’ve even gone with him other performances and after parties to keep groupies away and be his arm candy and never has your heart done this.

Mayday. Abort mission.

“should be good for now” changbin shrugs, shooting you a sweet smile before turning away from you to also get rid of the tissues.

You use the opportunity to shuffle to the side of his bed and slip on your panties before grabbing your bra.

“hey, you wanna leave already?” changbin asks “I thought we could hang” he tucks his hand under his head as you look back at him, clipping your bra closed “watch a movie or something”

“sorry, I promised lia I’d help her clean the apartment today” you lie, surprisingly quick, before pulling your hoodie over your head.

“so you’re just gonna fuck me and leave again?” he jokes dramatically “I don’t even get cuddles?”

“shut up” you chuckle.

“am I nothing more to you than a pretty piece of meat?” he continues as you slip into your jeans, rolling your eyes playfully.

“a toy you use when you need stress relief??” he holds his chest dramatically.

You step into your shoes and raise your brows at him.

“are you complaining?” you ask playfully.

“nahh” he pulls his covers over his abs as he watches you grab your jacket from his desk chair.

"At least give me a 'gopdbye, thanks for the bomb dick, kiss" He grins when you scoff at him. So, you lean over him and press a quick peck to his lips; he whines playfully when you lean back up again, sitting up and catching your lips with his roughly once more.

“alright, see ya” you shrug."

And shit, your heart does it again. What are you doing?

You break the kiss and ruffle through his hair.

“ugh” he huffs annoyedly, fixing his hair “I hope you have trouble walking” he quips as you go for the door.

“I’ll text you if I don’t” you wink at him before closing his door, leaning against it from the outside and closing your eyes.

“fuck” you whisper to yourself before making your way through the guys apartment.

“don’t break his heart, y/n” minhos voie comes from behind as you twist the doorknob.

“huh?” you trun around to look at him, he’s wearing a shirt that you know to be jisungs so he must be staying over.

“I’ve known changbin for a while, he seems tough but he’s a softie deep down” he crosses his arms over his chest “he hurts easier than you think”

“we- we’re both not in this for anything serious” you stammer “what do you mean?”

“I see the way he looks at you, y/n” minho smiles softly “I’m not telling you how to live your life, just, be honest with him… and yourself for that matter” he quirks one brow up, smiling before disappearing around the corner.

You squint your eyes as you’re trying to make out the label of the cereal boxes in the upper shelves, looking back at your phone you check to see what brand lia had texted you about so you don’t accidentally buy the wrong thing.

“fuck” you mumble when you see her desired cereal at the top of the shelf, so you reach up but to no avail.

“y/n?” you lower your heels to the floor again before turning around to see…

��hyunjin?” you face drops in awe.

“hey!” the tall young man smiles widely, opening his arms and inviting you to a hug.

“wow, hi” you hug him back.

Damn, what happened to him? The last time you saw him was before he moved away in 10th grade.

You used to be good friends with him, or, well, the freakishly skinny and lanky highschool version of him you met in dance class.

By the feel of it, even through the trenchcoat he’s wearing, you can tell he’s bulked up quite a bit.

After letting go of him, you cant help but stare.

His acne had cleared up and his brown hair is chin length with the top parts pulled back into a little pony tail, leaving some face framing strands in the front.

“wow- you look-“ you blink a few times to make sure you’re not dreaming “…really good, hyunjin”

He smiles on the ground, his pretty plump lips parting to reveal beautiful pearly whites which used to be covered by braces.

“so do you” he grins.

“no- I mean you look… good-good” you splutter, laughing awkwardly “like what are you a model now or something?”

“actually, yea- part time” he chuckles.

“oh” you huff “wow of course” you shake your head laughingly, blushing furiously when he doesn’t break eye contact.

“so- uhm” you gulp, making him grin even wider “what are you doing here?”

“I’m transferring here” he nods “better dance programme” he explains shortly.

“oh you still dance” you observe out loud “I haven’t danced in a while” you look down.

“you should come by after practice sometime” he offers “to catch up- or dance if you want” he giggles, a little dimple appearing on his left cheek.

“yea, I’d love that” you smile, nodding before he takes out his phone.

“put in your number, I’ll text you” he smiles softly when holding it out to you.

“mhm” you agree, saving your number in his phone and trying not to think about him staring at you the whole time.

“alright well” he checks his phone for the time, you guess “I gotta get going, only came here for this” he chuckles, holding up a carton of milk that you, weirdly enough, haven’t noticed until now.

“alright” you nod before he moves in for a hug again.

“bye” he smiles when loosening his arms again.

“bye” you mumble, staring at the back of his perfect head as he walks away.

You were about to pull out your phone and rant to lia about what just happened, when he stops in his tracks and turns around.

“almost forgot” he grins, reaching up and getting your cereal from the top shelf; winking when he places it in your hands, your body freezing.

“bye” he grins, walking away before you could thank him.

You had taken hyunjin up on his offer and met him in the dance studio after class where he showed you some of his contemporary pieces before you made your way to the popular coffee shop on campus together.

“-no seriously the second piece was my favourite I think, but they were all amazing!” you smile up at him at which he shakes his head cutely.

“can you stop complimenting me, y/n I’m getting all nervous” he laughs softly.

“oh please” you quip “with your talent and looks I would think nothing could make you nervous” you roll your eyes playfully.

Hyunjin huffs, opening the coffee shops door for you “you can” he says softly as you walk past him, you turn around to him to see him blush a litte but diverting his eyes to the big menu above the counter.

Did he just flirt with you? No, you must be tripping.

You look around to see only two other people sitting in one of the booths together, the cold must keep most people home, you think before hyunjin gently pulls at your sleeve to get your attention.

“what do you want?” he asks, the barista looking at you expectantly.

“uhm- a hot chocolate please” you say, reaching in your purse to get your wallet.

“I’ll take the same” hyunjin smiles politely, giving the barista money.

“on me” he smiles down at you.

“oh, thank you” you smile sheepishly, letting go of your purse again.

Once your hot chocolates are ready, you sit down in one of the booths, hyunjin sliding in to sit across from you.

“I was back home last week before I came here, you’ll never guess who I met” hyunjin grins.

“who?” you ask curiously.

“tim” he grins.

“tim?” your eyes almost pop out of your head “as in my first boyfriend tim?” you laugh, holding your hand to your face incredulously.

“but he moved away as well?” you half ask.

“yea he said he was visiting his grandparents, but guess the best part” hyunjin bites his lip

“what?” you chuckle.

“he got a nose job” hyunjin bites back a laugh when you gasp surprisedly “really?”

“one word” hyunjin says “botched…”

“aw no, poor tim” you frown, looking down at your hot drink as memories from back in the day come back to you.

“he always used to put his hand up my shirt when hugging” you frown, making hyunjin laugh.

“it was 9th grade y/n what did you expect?” you scoff at his rethorical question.

“I don’t know, some basic manners maybe?” you counter playfully…slowly letting the conversation die down as you both take sips from your cocoa.

“how come we never dated?” he asks softly after aminute of silence, looking up at you.

“we were friends?” you chuckle awkwardly.

“come on” hyunjin sits back in his booth “you must’ve known I had the biggest crush on you”

“you did?” you almost launch forwards in your seat, making hyunjin laugh.

“well, I guess you didn’t know then” he giggles, hiding his face in his hands embarrassedly.

“anyways, I would’ve paid good money to be able to slip my hand up your shirt” he jokes, cheeks reddening when you laugh.

“I honestly liked you a lot back then” you say “if you would’ve said something we might’ve actually gone out” you shrug gently.

“damn, way to rub that in my face” hyunjin grins.

You hold his eye contact for a few seconds before you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks again, quickly lifting up your mug to take a sip and partly cover your face.

When you put your mug back down, hyunjin grins widely, mumbling a “cute” before slowly bringing his hand to your chin and gently swiping his thumb over your top lip where a foam mustache had formed.

You gulp when he swiftly sucks the foam off his thumb, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

When he notices, he leans over, slowly as if scared to overwhelm you.

That’s when minhos words pop up in the back of your head.

“be honest with him, and yourself for that matter”

But you aren’t together, and hyunjin is great and you want to kiss him but you know it would be wrong.

However, before you know it his lips are on yours and you’re not doing anything to stop him.

They are soft and inviting and you let him swipe his tongue over the seam of your lips, but then the little doorbell rings and you hear lias voice, followed by a male one before they abruptly stop, making you pull away abruptly.

Oh.

There they are, lia, chan, jisung and changbin; looking at you.

“y/n” lia grins widely, approaching your table “aren’t you gonna introduce us?” she squeals, hyunjin clears his throat and sits back down.

The three guys hesitantly follow lia when-

“woah- hyunjin?” chan speaks up.

“chan-hyung?” hyunjin gets up from his place to receive a hug from the older one as your eyes divert to changbin who is looking at the ground.

You aren’t together. Then why do you feel so guilty and why does he look so disappointed.

“he’s cute, girl” jisung grinningly interrupts your daydreaming, nodding towards chan and hyunjin who are still talking.

You force out a smile.

“how do you two know each other?” lia asks curiously.

“he went to my highschool, the last few years” chan grins.

“what a coincidence” you mumble, almost ironically.

“I went to highschool with y/n too, the first couple years though, then I moved away” hyunjin explains “oh, im sorry, I’m hyunjin by the way” he turns to jisung and changbin.

“I’m jisung, this is changbin” jisung smiles, pointing at his grumpy friend.

“I’m lia” lia grins “his girlfriend and her best friend” she points at chan before snuggling up to you, giggling.

Jesus, woman where do you get the energy? Is what you want to ask but you just flash another forced smile, hoping this moment will pass quickly.

“where were you guys?” you change the topic, hoping changbin would maybe look at you if you spoke up.

“oh, I caught them all huddled up in the studio” lia grins “they probably haven’t been outside in a week again” she giggles.

“true” jisung quips.

“hey lets all sit down” hyunjin suggests.

“I’ll get a coffee” changbin mumbles, walking back to the counter.

You usher lia to make way for you to get out of the booth, following him.

“bin” you stand next to him as he looks up at the menu but he ignores you.

“you could at least acknowledge my presence, your highness” you quip annoyedly.

“what do you want me to say, y/n?” he mutters.

“I didn’t know this would happen with him or I would’ve told you” you say, looking back at the other four talking and laughing in the booth.

“we’re not together y/n, you’ve made that very clear; if you wanna kiss lord farquaad go ahead, I’m not stopping you” he looks over to the booth as well.

“jesus christ” you huff “why are you so defensive then?”

“hi” changbin greets the barista who just came from the back “I’ll have an iced coffee to go, please” he orders.

“the world doesn’t revolve around you y/n, maybe I’m having a bad day” he answers when the barista makes his way to the coffee machines, you feel a lump from in your throat.

“yea, well thanks for making mine bad as well” you turn on your heels to join the others, hyunjin sees you coming back and scooches to make some space for you next to him.

You smile and thank him quietly when he also gives you your mug.

“everything alright?” he asks quietly, as to not disturb the others conversation.

“yea, just had to ask him some stuff” you smile at which he smiles back, turning back to the others.

After a minute changbin approaches the booth with his iced coffee “hey, I’ll run back to the studio I gotta finish that track”

“ugh, changbin I just dragged you out of there, stay for a second” lia protests and jisung nods along.

“nah, gotta get it done tonight” he shakes his head.

“alight see you later” chan nods.

“nice to meet you, man” hyunjin says, nodding at him as well.

“yea” changbin answers tight-lipped before walking out.

December

”I’m sorry, hyunjin” you frown “I’m just not ready for a relationship after what happened with my ex-“

“its alright y/n” his large hand encases yours “you don’t have to explain yourself to me”

You sigh in relief “I’m sorry I tried to rush things, it just, seemed to good to be true to find you here and everything” he says.

“but I’ll wait for you, if that’s what you want” he looks up at you.

“oh, jinnie you shouldn’t have to do that” you shake your head “I’m sure there are great girls out there who are emotionally ready to be with you”

“yea, but you’re the girl I want to be with” he says softly and your heart shatters into pieces because you’re not sure he’s the guy you want to be with.

You fight yourself through the crowd at 3rachas last performance of the year, at the same venue where you met them for the first time. Just like the time before, chan makes sure lia, hyunjin, minho and you are able to come backstage.

“I’m excited to see you perform, man” hyunjin grins at chan, patting his shoulder “your stuff was already dope back then…” they continue speaking as you enter their dressing room.

Jisung greets his boyfriend as you and lia sit down on the leather couch.

Changbin is standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair before his eyes lock with yours through the mirror, but he just diverts them to chan who’s grabbing a beer for hyunjin and himself, you guess.

“did you have to invite him?” changbin semi-whispers to the older one, nodding at hyunjin, chan just frowns confusedly,making changbin shake his head and walk out.

You look at hyunjin who is talking to minho and jisung, and doesn’t seem to have heard changbin. So, you get up to follow him out but lia holds your wrist “y/n you cant keep running after him” she hisses.

“he cant keep treating me like im invisible, I just want to clear the air” you free your arm and walk out to see changbin almost at the end of the corridor, walking out of a heavy door which, you think leads outside.

After reaching the door you open it to find him outside, leaning against the brick wall of the building, looking down at his phone.

The cold air hits your skin and you shiver, only wearing a top and some jeans since its warm in the club.

Changbin notices you and looks up “what do you want, y/n?” he asks.

“that was real classy back there” you comment, holding your arms to your body to preserve some warmth. Changbin huffs, unfazed as he looks back at his phone “whatever, y/n”

“no, not whatever bin” you step closer to him “he asked me to date him” his head shoots up and you lock eyes, for a second they are soft in the way they look into yours but something changes and they turn mean when he speaks again.

“so? that’s a you proplem” he shrugs.

“its not a problem at all, he’s sweet and loving and cares about me but for some reason im standing here, hoping that you’ll give me a reason to not be with him” you feel your throat closing up with anger mixed with confusion when he starts chuckling.

“you’re not serious are you?” he squints and your heart drops, tears pooling at your lashline.

“of course not, I couldn’t expect someone as stubborn and- and comunicationally incompetent like you to understand anything about feelings” you turn on your heels when a teardrop rolls down your cheek.

A hand wraps itself around your wrist, making you turn back “I’ve wanted to be with you since that moment in the club where you kissed me infront of all these girls. It was always you who was stubborn y/n, you never wanted to spend anymore time with me other than fucking” he snaps at you, taking a breather to start another sentence but you cut him off.

“-then why didn’t you say anything?” you ask quietly and he looks down.

“because- fuck” he lets go of your wrist “I didn’t want to scare you away, you in my bed was better than no you at all. But then fucking prince charming appears out of no where and sweeps you off your feet-”

“but I don’t want prince charming I want you” you blurt out, tears now streaming down your face, making him take a step back as his eyes soften.

“then why didn’t you say anything?” a small smile tugs at his lips as he closes the distance between you, gently running his hands up your arms, feeling the goosebumps brought on by the cold.

You huff, looking down and watching one of your teardrops melting a tiny hole into the snow before looking back up “because I’m stubborn and comunicationally incompetent” you sniffle “and stupid apparently”

A grin spreads over changbins face as his hands cradle your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs “so, you wanna be stubborn and stupid together?” he whispers, locking eyes with you.

You press your lips together, trying to keep yourself from sobbing even more as you nod.

He chuckles softly ”you can stop crying now, baby” at which you nod beathing in shakily but smiling when he pushes some hair out of your face.

“can you kiss me now please” you sniffle whiningly, huffing in a laugh when he pulls a face.

“i dont know babe, you’re a little snotty right now-” he jokes.

“shut up” you hit him, chuckling when he pulls you even closer by your waist and gently connects his lips with yours.

A soft wind blows through your hair and you loop your arms around his neck even tighter, deepening the kiss at which he moans, holding your waist tighter to his body.

The door creaks open and “are you guys finally together?” minhos voice makes you break the kiss.

“yea” you grin when jisung comes out after his boyfriend.

“nice” he grins, nodding at you.

“yea yea nice, beautiful love whatever, hyung we’re up, lets go” jisung rambles, laughing and running back inside when changbin pretends to hit him, minho shaking his head and following him.

“you’ll watch me yea?” your boyfriend grins at you, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.

“from the front row, baby”

a/n: omg im finally done wth this took me so long yall, i started writing this sin september (which is why the fic starts in september as well lol) sorry about the winterly feelings i’m pushing onto you in the end but last week it literally snowed where i live so i was like uh?!?!?!? okay lets write some snowy shit, global warming ftw i guess....anyways i hope u liked it pls leave some feedback and/or ur favourite part ig lol i would appreciate it alot <33 (not proofred yet oopsie)

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literaila · 4 years

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sweet sweet relief

spencer reid x reader

request: do a Reidxreader where the reader is hotch’s younger sibling? They’d be new to the bau and hotch is over protective and reluctant to let them do anything. Due to their young age they get super close to Reid, maybe fluffy or angsty? Thank you!

Warning: angsty (kinda), BAU stuff...

The first time Y/N had met the team they could barely tell the two of them were related.

They were nothing alike.

It wasn't even just outside appearances, they were different, in character, in shape, in every form possible.

Aaron Hotchner was calm and quiet, he was known to be stern and sophisticated, he worked actively to stay in control. He was cautious and careful. He was the epitome of undisturbed.

Y/N Hotchner was not.

She was feisty and stubborn, and she would rather argue with someone than submit to them, and she was lively and sarcastic and known to be impatient.

There were barely any similarities between the two.

But they were both smart, and they both had a mindset for justice, both believe that everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves, that everyone had a right to feel safe in their world. They both believed that by removing just a little bit of the darkness within the world, just a little bit, it would make everything brighter.

But besides that, they were two completely different people.

It was a surprise to everyone that they were related.

That two people so completely different could share the same DNA.

So when Y/N walked into the conference room, a little later than Hotch had requested, all of his team members shared confused glances at the smirk Hotch had on his face, at the almost-hug he had given this girl.

She looked far too young to be his girlfriend.

Hotch turned around to 6 pairs of confused eyes, 6 people with questions, 6 people who looked very very intimidating to Y/N.

She’d heard all about Aaron's team, she’d heard about the lovely technical analysis, the eldest profiler who had a kick for jokes, she’d heard about Derek, the strongest member of the team, she’d heard about Emily and her history in crime, JJ who’d been the top in her class, and the genius who was only 3 years older than her.

She’d heard about all of them.

That didn't mean she was any less nervous to meet them.

And with the way they were looking at her like they already wished she was gone, her nerves shot through her body.

She couldn't help but turn to her brother, her eyes cast downward, and hope that he knew she needed help. Hoped that he knew her just enough to know when she was nervous.

“This is Agent Y/N Hotch. Strauss assigned her as a new addition to our team.”

There was more collective confusion around the room.

“Hotch?” Morgan asked, Y/N looked up at him, to see him frowning at her, she wondered why he cared that much, wondered why he was bothered by her, why he looked like he could tell exactly what she was thinking.

“Yes.” she answered back quickly, and sternly, like she was telling him as a favor, “Aaron is my brother.”

There was a gasp from across the room.

A blonde woman, with bizarre earrings and questionable clothes, walked over to Y/N, a wide smile on her face as she looked at Hotch with hopeful eyes.

“Sister?” she asked, almost like she was being given a gift Y/N thought.

Hotch only nodded.

Her smile got wider.

She embraced Y/N, pulling her into a quick hug like they’d known each other forever. Y/N felt some nerves escape her at the hug, at least one person didn't hate her already.

“Hotch didn't tell me he had a sister, it makes sense though, you’re so pretty.” She pulled back to smile at Y/N, she had bright energy, one that reminded Y/N of a friend back home, her smile was contagious.

“Y/N, this is Penelope Garica, the technical analyst I told you about.”

“It's lovely to meet you.” Y/N said laughing, as Penelope pulled her into another hug, she already had a special place in her heart for the blonde.

“You have a sister?” Derek asked, and Y/N looked over Penelope’s shoulder to see his face much more relaxed, less threatening, she immediately placed him as the man Aaron had told her about, the strong one.

“Yes, I do. I never told anyone for security reasons, and there's never been a need to bring it up.” Hotch looked at his little sister with pride, he was glad she was there, glad he was going to get to spend some more time with her, glad she had made it so far so early in her career.

“Plus, he didn't want to brag.” Y/N teased, making eye contact with Derek as a way to say she didn't mean any harm, as a way to let him know she wasn't going to be a problem.

He smiled at her. She smiled back.

“I’m Derek Morgan.”

After that, three other people came up to her, with warm smiles, all introducing themselves, JJ who seemed warm and paternal. Emily, who looked to Y/N like a rebel at heart, she smiled a little extra at that. And Rossi, who immediately told her she was a part of the family, “Any family member of Aaron’s is a family member of ours.”

It felt strange to be accepted by all of them so quickly, strange to feel so comfortable so quickly.

And then she was introduced to Spencer.

It took her heart a moment to force her to move.

She’d heard about Spencer, the man who was closest to her age, the smartest man Aaron had said he’d ever met, the Doctor with three PhDs.

He was utterly attractive.

Nerves shot up and down her body, reminding her of the fear she had prepared herself for, though this time it was a different type of fear.

She had not prepared for soft brown eyes and messy hair.

She had not prepared for him to be anything like he was.

Fuck.

He was exactly her type.

She shyly smiled at him, and he waved, just waved, unlike the handshakes she had gotten from everyone else, something in her mind was telling her not to question it.

With a blush on her cheeks she looked away, she looked away and reminded herself that she was there to work, that her boss was her brother, that even if she did immediately want to know everything about the doctor only ten feet away from her, that this was work.

She stayed silent for a couple of moments.

Her brother announced it was time to get started on the case.

***

It had taken a couple of weeks to get used to the job.

Aaron had warned her as much.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he’d asked as soon as she’d announced she was moving out to Virginia, moving to work with the FBI. Y/N had taken it as judgment, she thought he didn't think she could do the job, didn't think she was strong enough, didn't think she was mature enough to handle the BAU.

She’d immediately run to her own defense, “I’ve been sure for almost 3 years Aaron.”

“No, Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. It's just… this job takes a toll on a person. Are you sure you want to do it?”

There hadn't been a doubt in her mind, had not been a moment of hesitation, a moment of wondering if she was really strong enough, if she really dared to do what her brother did every day, there was never a question of if she thought she could do it.

It hadn't even taken her a moment to answer yes.

But, this time, Aaron had been right.

Seeing dead bodies, learning about different methods of insanity, diving into the mind of people who were sadistic, not saving everyone. It was all heartbreaking.

And exhausting.

Y/N was starting to understand what her brother had meant, what he was thinking of when he said it took a toll on people, she was starting to wonder how he dealt with it, how he went every day being the boss and not breaking down while dealing with what they dealt with.

She was starting to wonder how they all dealt with it.

Most days, none of them seemed bothered, none of them seemed to mind any of it. She tried to remind herself that they had all been doing it a lot longer than she had, that they had seen everything a million times, that they had gone through the worst things she could imagine. It didn't help her feel any better.

She wasn't going to quit though, she could feel it in her blood, in her heart, that she was doing the right thing. That this is what she was meant to do, that no matter how many people died, no matter how many terrible people there were, she was saving someone's life.

And she was good at it.

She kept her head held high and tried not to show any hesitancy.

The night right after the case, one that had been particularly different from the others she’d seen, she felt practically dead on her feet. She wondered if she’d have to get used to the constant sleep deprivation.

It was late that night when she overheard Spencer talking to JJ, who looked about five seconds away from becoming the next unsub.

Y/N laughed behind them and wondered what he was talking about.

In the 6 weeks she’d been there she’d gotten close to most of them, she’d learned about their lives, about the way they worked best, she learned how smart they all were, how amazed she was by them. But she hadn't gotten the chance to speak that might to Spencer.

Maybe she didn't want to.

Maybe she didn't want to feel herself slip under the coworker crush that she was familiar with, maybe she didn't want to learn about him, things about him that she would think about constantly, maybe she didn't want to get close to him in fear that someone might notice how taken back she was by him, maybe she didn't want her brother- and her boss -to find out about the crush she had on him.

Maybe.

Maybe all she wished for was some relief from the overwhelming feelings she felt for him.

She was thinking about him, thinking about ways to accidentally eavesdrop on the two of them without looking suspicious, when JJ noticed her.

“Oh hey, Y/N” JJ looked exactly how Y/N felt. Her eyes were practically closed.

Y/N pretended not to notice the way Spencer looked away from her.

“Hey,” she said quietly, giving a little wave as she walked to the elevator doors. Home. That's where she wanted to be.

“Spencer was just inviting me to a movie he recorded at his apartment that he was going to watch-” JJ said, as Spencer tried to interrupt her, she just gave him a stern look when he tried. “-but I need to get home to Henry, so maybe you could go with him instead?”

There was a gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her mouth, if Spencer and Y/N both weren't so obvious they would’ve known what she was doing.

The team had been trying to set them up for a month.

Y/N just stared confused, nerves running up and down her spine reminding her to breathe. She suddenly felt wide awake.

Spencer just looked conflicted.

‘Um- yeah” he cleared his throat, running his hands over his hair and down to his neck “yeah- you could come... Yeah.” he said, moving to glare at JJ for a moment, JJ who was smiling wide, knowing that Spencer would never take back the invitation- especially not for a pretty girl.

“Oh.” Y/N jumped in surprise, her heart was beating faster at the prospect of going with Spencer, and while she knew that he had not technically invited her, she still felt her body practically shout with excitement. “Yeah, of course, I’d love to.” she stopped for a moment trying to collect herself, trying not to look as surprised as she felt, “if it's alright with you.”

They all stood there in the elevator, listening to the quiet hum of the machinery, two of them looking awkwardly at the ground, both of them full of nerves, one of them smiling between the two of them.

As the elevator finally came to a stop Spencer spoke up again.

“Yeah, if you want I could- you could just- follow me… if you want.”

Y/N nodded quickly, not used to Spencer talking to her directly.

JJ smiled just a little bit wider, just a little, and waved them both goodbye, turning around before saying “I’ll let you both deal with that.”.

She couldn't wait to tell Penelope.

And then there were two.

Two, very socially inept, nervous, people.

***

Spencer's apartment was just as Y/N had expected it to be, it was small and warm, and there were a million lamps all around the space. It was filled to the brim with bookshelves, at least 5 of them all around the room making it look smaller than it was. In the corner of the room there was a small couch and a tv, Y/N could see books spread all over the coffee table, and multiple mugs sitting around the room.

It felt like his home.

Y/N adored it.

Though Spencer looked around nervously, his eyes uncomfortably noticing all of the things he’d forgotten to pick up, all the books he’d left out.

“So um- this is it.”

Y/N giggled a little at that.

Her car ride over there had been filled with doubts and insecurities, she had noticed how distant Spencer had been with her, how little effort he had made to get to know her. Out of all of her new friends he was the least welcoming.

She still felt drawn to him. She still felt like she needed to get to know him.

It was the craziest feeling.

On her way over she had decided she would get to know him, just so she could count herself as a friend, just so she could start looking past him, start looking at everyone else instead of constantly being focused on him.

“Okay. Do you have popcorn?” Y/N said breaking the silence they had been surrounded in.

It earned Y/N her first smile.

She was amazed.

She wanted to keep making him smile.

Spencer gestured for her to follow him to the kitchen while he put a bag of something- which she assumed was popcorn as she had asked -in the microwave. It felt just a little bit more comfortable now, almost like they weren't going to have the worst time together.

“So uh- how are you um-” Spencer cleared his throat, clearly out of his bounds. “How are you enjoying the BAU? I knew that- um- when I first started I was really nervous.”

Y/N felt a bit darker at his words. Did she tell him how she really felt, about the doubts she’d been having? Or did she lie through her teeth? Lie to the man who had given her his first smile, lie to the man who had invited her over?

Turns out she didn't have to answer that question, as Spencer answered it for her like he did most questions.

“Oh no. Did I- um… Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry I didn't mean-”

“What?” she said quickly “No you didn't say anything wrong…”

Spencer stared at her, waiting for her to continue, he felt like she had more to say.

“It's just I… I don't know I’m just not-” she threw her hands up and sighed, surprised by her own reaction, she didn't want to throw all of her problems at Spencer, especially when it was their first time even having a full conversation out of work.

“Is there something wrong?” he said quietly, trying to read her body language to gauge her reaction.

“I just-” she sighed again and put her head in her hands. “I can't explain.”

Spencer nodded. He just stared at her a little bit longer, he had read somewhere that if you leave silence between conversations, most of the time the question would be answered all on its own.

After a couple of seconds waiting he could clearly see this wasn't the case with Y/N.

“Okay. What if I ask questions… and you answer?”

Y/N looked up, “like an interrogation?”

Spencer smiled a little bit and nodded, he was glad she seemed open to the idea.

“Okay.”.

They spent the night like that, Spencer had learned all about Y/N just through asking questions.

The movie was forgotten.

Y/N had come clean about her worries, about her hesitations with their job, Spencer had practically pulled the truth out of her after seeing past all the empty answers she gave his questions.

It was infuriating how much he could read her.

Eventually, they had switched, and Y/N had asked the questions for a little while.

She had learned about Spencer's mom, had learned about his love for all things sweet, had learned about his favorite books, and had learned a lot more about practically everything than she ever had in school.

It was almost addicting.

They switched back and forth for hours, eventually moving to the couch, asking each other questions and laughing.

It was almost two in the morning.

Earlier Y/N had felt like she was going to fall asleep standing.

Now she felt wide awake.

She thought about how the morning would turn out, how much they both needed sleep, and eventually said, “I should probably go.”

The smile Spencer was wearing fell just a fraction of an inch, and Y/N immediately felt terrible.

“I think we both need some sleep.,” she said, trying to communicate that she didn't actually want to go, but she definitely didn't want to fall asleep at her desk the next day.

Spencer walked to the door and smiled.

He smiled.

She wondered how hard it was going to be to stay away from him now.

***

“Aaron she was going to die!”

“Y/N, you can't throw yourself into situations like that.”

A year later she had no doubts about her job.

No hesitations.

Nothing but the need to save as many victims as possible.

Cases in Virginia were always the most stressful, with Strauss breathing down their necks, the media wanting to know everything about the FBI that was located in the state.

They all hated it.

They much preferred to go out of state, somewhere with none of their families, none of their problems constantly chasing them down. It was always so much calmer when they weren't home.

Always so much easier.

And maybe running directly into danger wasn't the best way to relieve stress.

Y/N knew that.

But she also knew how scared that girl must have felt, she knew how deadly the gun in the unsubs hand was, and she knew that it was her job, not just as an FBI agent, but also as a person, to do something. To do anything to save a little girl's life.

She wasn't going to stop to think about her own life in a moment like that.

She had rushed into the house, rushed into the place where so many other little girls had died, rushed into the place with a man almost three times her size, a man who was holding a gun. She wasn't going to risk that little girl's life.

And she was fine, and that little girl was alive.

To her, that was worth more than a million praises from anyone.

It wasn't enough for Hotch though.

The minute they had gotten back to the office, the second Y/N had tried to sit down at her desk, the minute she had tried to say anything to Spencer, that was the minute Hotch pulled her away, furious, into his office.

She already knew she was in trouble.

He had sat her down, he had repeated exactly what he had said when she arrived at the unsubs house, alone, he repeated his exact orders to her, repeated the orders that she had deliberately disobeyed.

“Aaron. She needed my help!”

“Y/N you can't risk your life! And you definitely can't ignore a direct order.”

Both of them had scowls on their faces, and at that moment they looked exactly like siblings, looked so similar it was hard to tell them apart.

The rest of the team was sitting in their desks, listening to them fight, pretending to be filling out late reports, but mostly listening to the two siblings fighting.

Garcia was standing outside the door, waiting for something to happen. She didn't want anything bad to happen to her best friend. She didn't want them to fight at all.

Spencer nervously looked from the door to his desk over and over, waiting for one of them to walk out, waiting for the yelling to continue. He knew that his girlfriend was probably freaking out internally, trying to control her anger as she had to do many times with her brother. He knew that what she needed right now wasn't a reprimand, what she needed was reassurance. He had no idea how he could get that to her.

“Aaron. I am good at my job. I got her out of there. Safely.” Y/N said sternly, refusing to back down, even for a moment, refusing to admit that what she did was reckless, refusing to admit her life meant anything more than that little girl.

“But at what cost Y/N? What if you had gotten hurt-”

“I didn't.”

“Or died? What would that mean for us?” He asked, looking at her, his eyes hard and unmoving.

Their stubbornness was always something they had shared.

“Aaron. I knew what I was doing. I had to save her.”

“It was reckless Y/N.”

“Maybe it was. Maybe, it was. But I’m fine, she's fine, we’re all fine.” she reassured him by gesturing to the door, why didn't he understand that she couldn't not go in there?

“I can't have you acting like that. I can't have you not listening to my orders.”

“Is that what this is about? Me disobeying you?” Y/N asked in shock, shock because it almost felt like he was trying to control her, trying to show her that he was still older than her. “Because news flash Aaron, I’m not some little kid you’re in charge of anymore.”

“I’m your boss.”

“I had to do it!” she said finally.

“It was stupid. It was stupid and reckless, and I have no idea what you were thinking.” His words were final and stern. His face was angry, and he was clenching his fists. It looked like he wanted to say more but Y/N wasn't going to let him. She wasn't going to let him call her names, and treat her like she wasn't an adult.

Y/N was done, she was done trying to be calm, done trying to keep all her feelings hidden deep in her chest, done trying to pretend she didn't want to throw something at him, she was done.

“I’m not a little girl Aaron!” she yelled at him, walking away. “I can take care of myself, and I know what I’m doing. Maybe that's not good enough for you, but it's good enough for me.”

And she threw open the door, too angry to care about Penelope who was standing shocked in front of her. She rushed to her desk and started throwing things in her bag, mumbling under her breath.

“Y/N?” Someone said from behind her.

She sighed.

“What Spence?” she said quietly, feeling like giving up.

“Are you alright?” he asked, grabbing her arm and trying to get her to look at him. If she looked at him he would know how she was actually feeling, without having to guess.

She looked up and studied his eyes.

“He's being ridiculous!” she whisper-yelled looking back down at her desk. “I did the right thing and I’m fine. He's just mad because I didn't listen.”

Spencer watched her for a few moments.

“Maybe he's right,” he said quietly, his eyes looking worried and surprised, surprised because he hadn't meant to say the words out loud.

Y/N’s head snapped up. Her eyes looked deadly.

“What?” she said quietly, more quietly than she had been in the past 10 minutes.

“Y/N I just think that-”

She cut him off. “No Spencer. You’re supposed to take my side. You’re supposed to have my back. Jesus-” she said sadly grabbing her bag from her desk and throwing it over her shoulder. “You’re my boyfriend and you’re supposed to support me.”

“Y/N I do I just-”

He couldn't get anything else out.

“You’re supposed to support me,” she said desperately, giving him one last look, one filled with anger and doubt and sadness, and all the feelings she had no idea how to express, she gave him one last look and

She walked out the door.

***

Driving was a helpful coping mechanism.

Driving helped Y/N ease her mind. Helped her think things through.

She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Aaron and Spencer like that, she knew she had overreacted. And she knew that to some degree they were right.

She hated how protective both of them were.

She loved how protective both of them were.

It was a difficult car ride, she was doubting herself, doubting her instincts, doubting her efficiency as an agent, doubting if her brother and boyfriend believed in her.

She knew she overreacted.

But Aarons words had hurt, he had insulted her, and even if he’d had reason to, it still hurt her feelings.

Spencer was a different story. She’d automatically assumed he would agree with her, would agree that the little girl's life was worth more than any risk, would agree that Hotch was being harsh.

She’d forgotten how angry he could get when she ran right into danger.

She was driving and her palms were sweaty, and her stomach was being attacked by anxiety, and she had no idea how to talk to either of them.

All she knew was that she had to.

She had to get over her feelings, she had to think about them.

So she drove back. Slowly. As slow as she could go, but she drove back.

When she parked her car she felt like turning around, she felt like a little kid again about to go tattle on her brother to her mom, felt like she was the victim and the abuser all at once, and felt an overwhelming amount of emotions fill her to the core.

She walked inside. It took her a moment to remember how to get back to her desk.

It was irresponsible for her to leave in the first place.

When she walked through the doors of the BAU you noticed Spencer's absent desk, she noticed her other coworkers staring at her, their eyes a bit hopeful. She looked at them confused.

“Reid went to the bathroom. Don't worry pretty girl, he didn't leave.” Morgan said, reading the question in her eyes, watching her exhale in relief.

She smiled at him and walked towards Hotch's office.

She had been gone almost 2 hours, and technically she knew that everyone could have leftover half an hour ago, but she also knew all of them, and she knew how late they’d stay.

She knocked on her brother's door, regret pooling at her stomach, air filling her head.

There was a quiet “come in” from the other side.

She peeked inside his office, saw him scribbling on a piece of paper, and as soon as he looked up Y/N felt a million times smaller. She always felt smaller when she was in trouble. Though when she looked at her brother's eyes all she could see was relief.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he said, looking back down at his papers, clearing his throat, clearly a sign that she could come in.

So she did.

She walked over to his desk and sat in one of his empty chairs. She watched him write for a minute, thinking of something to say, thinking about all the times she’d had to apologize to him in the past.

“Aaron.”

“Hmm?” he said looking up at her again.

“I’m-” she paused, paused, and took a deep breath. He deserved an apology. “I’m sorry.”

She saw his jaw twitch, saw a flicker in his eyes, saw a drastic change in posture.

“I know,” he said.

She sighed in relief. She knew he wasn't mad anymore.

“I know I overreacted. I know it was stupid what I did. I won't do it again, I just- I just had to do something. That's all.” She hoped that was a good enough explanation, hoped it would make him forgive her, hoped her mistake could cost her in the future. She looked down at her hands, not wanting to see his reaction. She hated apologizing.

“It wasn't stupid,” Hotch said, putting his pen down. She looked up at him slowly.

“What?”

“It wasn't stupid. I’m sorry I said that. I understand what you had to do.”

More relief, making its way up her feet, and into her stomach, relief filling her chest with cool air, seizing the fire of anxiety in her chest. Sweet, sweet relief.

“But that doesn't mean you can ignore my orders” He added, and Y/N felt herself smile. He was teasing her, she saw a glimpse of the brother she used to- still -idolized.

“Sir, yes sir,” she whispered, moving to stand up. She had another person to apologize to. As she walked away her brother spoke again,

“Y/N?” she nodded, looking back at him. “Don't be too hard on him,” he said gesturing outside, where Spencer was back at his desk, staring at the bag on top of Y/N’s.

She smiled at him and looked over at her brother. “I won't.”

She almost walked away again “Aaron, you should go home.” he looked back up at her “go say hi to my nephew for me. “

And with that, she walked out the door, walked away too fast to see him smile at her.

The relief was invading her brain, making her next decisions for her.

She would have to thank it later.

She walked out the door and over to Spencer's desk, Spencer who looked surprised she was actually there.

She grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

“Hey-”

She kept pulling him, moving both of them into an empty storage room, while the rest of the team laughed at her antics.

As soon as she made it into the small space with him, as soon as he looked down into her eyes, his face entirely a question, her nerves entirely seized.

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer frowned at her. He frowned and opened his mouth in a silent question.

“I’m sorry for overreacting. I shouldn't have taken out my anger on you. It was unfair.” She said, searching his eyes for forgiveness.

They didn't fight often, barely fought at all, but every time they had she had always found the answer to her problem in his eyes. His eyes seemed to know everything.

She wondered if they knew how much she loved him.

“No, Y/N I should’ ve-”

She pulled him into a kiss, resting her hands in his hair as he moved his to her cheeks, as she held her apart as she kissed him, her lips an entirely different apology of their own.

Sweet sweet relief.

When she pulled back, just enough to see his face, she watched him sigh in bliss, watched the tiny smile on his face, watched his eyes open with amazement.

She wondered when she had last kissed him like that.

It seemed like too long.

She pulled him back in, giving him small pecks on his lips, and then his cheek, and then his neck. Smiling at the way he giggled when she tickled him with her hair.

“Y/N?” he said after a moment, his voice warm.

She looked back up at him to smile, to smile and peck his lips once more as an answer.

“I think I’d like you to take out your anger on me just a little bit-”

She cut him off with a kiss.

Sweet sweet relief.

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tiredbutstillloveable · 3 years

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HAECHAN'S IDEAL TYPE

Leo Moon, Gemini Sun, Venus, Mars

Definitely someone who is outgoing, cheerful, and who loves to have fun with everything.

Very energetic, someone who wants to do things, to go out to different places, who loves to have small adventures – she/he is not big on the routine thing, ngl.

Is always learning new things. This person is thirsty for knowledge, and wants to learn everything she/he can. The more this person can learn, about all things, the merrier.

A very curious mind, always wanting to know and understand things. The type to start a new course all of the sudden, just because the theme caught his/her attention.

Could be someone who started studying one thing in college, and change it many times, because couldn’t decide what to do, since all the things interest him/her.

Could be an intellectual. Avid reader. Just love to get lost in different universes and worlds. The one to read many different books at the same time.

A person who loves to be around people and to go out with friends. Definitely she/he has a lot of friends, from different backgrounds.

They love to talk about everything, and they always have curious facts about stuff. They can give the idea they know everything about all things. They never run out of new things to discuss.

They can be a little stubborn sometimes, but overall, they are very open minded, and can understand other points of view easily. They love to learn through discussions, and why do you think the way you think about this topic. So, they tend to be open about everything.

Can be great speakers, and could influence people easily.

They can inspire people with their ideas, and powerful minds. They can be very unique the one they think and do things. They could be trendsetters.

Popular people, ngl. They know how to talk with everyone, and with this capacity plus their sympathy, they can go far.

They can have a strong, bright, powerful presence in the room.

They can express very well their feelings. They can be highly intuitive. They are good at manifesting things. They can put all their hearts in something.

They are driven, and passionate. They like to give everything they have when doing things.

Don't like when people are pessimists around them. Because they believe in their dreams and they go after them. So, they know you should be insistent and believe in yourself, and never stop until you make it. They believe anything is possible really, and they work hard for that.

They are very energetic, but sometimes a little trip could help them rest and just to recharge their energies. They can spend too much time with other people, and sometimes this can be very draining/exhausting. Even though they have an amazing energy, everyone needs to take care of their own energy. So, going away for the weekend can do the trick.

They can be anxious people too, they have so many thoughts in their head, they need to learn how to let go of things, and just focus in the moment. So, meditation and yoga could be amazing for them (to anyone really).

They can be loud people, and just have this great, contagious laugh.

They can be cheeky and have a naughty sense of humor (I just love this). They are witty, and just very smart (I mean they are always stimulating their brains with new classes, books, and learning from people, so is that really a surprising thing? Yeah, I don’t think so too).

Overall, I believe this is a person who can’t stay still, just how I feel Haechan is. And they will most certainly look for good times, and laughing, and having fun is always on their list. They will be a very spontaneous couple, who will love to get always on weekends, and to explore new places. They will have many inside jokes, and no one will be saved around them, they can mock everyone. They will love to go out with friends, and definitely the couple who will be the last one to go home. Together they are the heart and soul of the party. And yes, they will get everyone drunk, you can’t escape from them. The type of couple to have many parties and get together in one day, so they will be never on time HAHAHA

They will be able to talk everything with each other, and probably the ones to do big and ridiculous love’s demonstrations, just to mock one another. But, in the end, they know this is for real, and they really love each other.

It’s a very playful, youthful type of relationship.

They will be romantic when no one is looking. They like to keep this part private, because they probably don’t like to be all over each other with their friends around. Is kind like, different things. You should enjoy that moment that you are together with them, and then at home you can enjoy one another (I’ve seen this with people with a lot of Gemini placements, like Haechan...so, I'm gonna put this idea right here lol)

Well, I think this is it for now. I hope you guys enjoy. <3

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quillsandtypos · 3 years

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Nighttime Confidence

Summary: reader and the band are having a sleepover in Julie's studio and the late hours are starting to get to the reader

Pairings: luke patterson x reader

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: lil bit of cussing and tickling and the reader doing a minorly dangerous stunt

"Oh my god I'm gonna fucking die," you groaned.

Luke pretended to be hurt. "Do you really not trust me that much?"

"Yes!"

"Maybe I'll just drop you on purpose," he offered.

"Don't you dare," you said, backing up a couple steps.

He grinned at you and pulled you back, "Trust me you're gonna be fine," he assured you.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, you just didn’t trust that you were going to land on his shoulders, without breaking anything.

But your worries began to fade into more of an anticipation as your friends watched you with excited looks on their faces. Besides, you were doing it in front of a couch for a reason, right?

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you reluctantly agreed.

“Yes!” cried Reggie.

Julie just facepalmed, “I’m not sure if it would be better to watch or just look away.”

“Julie, you gotta watch, you’re the only alive person here who could save me,” you realized.

“Like I was gonna let this happen without recording it anyways,” she scoffed.

You shrugged, ”Fair enough.”

“Alright y/n you ready?” Luke asked, squatting lower to the ground.

You didn’t know if it was the fact that it was three am, or that the coffee was kicking in, or if your boyfriend's confident energy was contagious, but suddenly you felt like you could conquer anything. “I don’t know, are you ready Patterson?”

He quickly yet slyly winked at you before motioning to jump.

“Ready, set, GO!” Reggie yelled like a car girl in nascar.

You took off at a bit of a run before attempting to bounce off the pillows and onto Luke’s shoulders. As you soared through the air for a moment you could’ve sworn you heard Alex yell ‘I can’t watch this!’. But only seconds later you came in a rather harsh contact with the couch.

You groaned, but quickly got up so as to not worry any of your band mates.

“Y/n are you okay?” Alex worried.

“Yes Alex I’m fine, really, that’s why we put the couch there,” you giggled.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Luke asked.

“Technically none since usually that theory only applies to living people, but you’re holding up three,” you concluded.

Reggie couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I think she’s fine.”

Luke smirked at you. “Maybe a little too fine.”

“What is that supposed to mean beanie boy?” you teased back. You were getting used to your so-called midnight confidence.

“Oh so that’s how you wanna play it?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I’ve been playing it, it just took you a while to catch up,” you taunted. Julie snorted and gasped before slapping her hand over her mouth.

As your eyes went back to Luke, you realized your first mistake was taking your focus off of him considering he was running right at you. You yelped before vaulting the couch.

You now had it separating the two of you.

“Come on y/n which way you wanna go?” he sang.

The look he was giving made you want to melt into a puddle of embarrassed goop but that was not a realistic solution, so you would have to come up with something a little more tangible.

You looked around the area to scan for something helpful, the instruments were put away; the other three were on the other side of the room, and had not bothered to get up from the floor to watch, and the studio doors were shut.

Luke recognized your analyzing face. “You can’t outrun me, I’m a ghost remember?”

Your nighttime confidence had a second wave. “No, but I can try.” You vaulted back over the couch and went running as fast as you could in the opposite direction of Luke. You made it about five steps until you felt his hands wrap around your midsection. Another yelp escaped your lips.

He quickly threw you over his shoulder, not unlike a sack of potatoes.

You tried to sound angry but you couldn’t stop laughing for the life of you. “Put me down!” you insisted.

Luke pretended he couldn’t hear you, but suddenly you got an idea. You stretched downwards to taser his sides. The minute you did he nearly dropped you, but he managed to muffle his laughter.

“Now that’s just dirty,” Luke commented.

“Says the one holding me like a potato sack, asshole” you quipped.

“She’s got a point with that one,” Julie chirped up.

Luke pretended to scowl at her but she just stuck her tongue out at him.

Luke finally put you back down on the ground.

“Thank you?” You were highly suspicious that he gave up that easily, and from the looks on your bandmates faces it looked like they didn’t believe him either.

“You’re welcome,” he said innocently, but his wide mouthed grin showed an ulterior motive; though you weren’t quite sure what that was yet.

You cautiously moved back to the rest of your friends. You didn’t take your eyes off of him until you were safely planted in between Reggie and Julie.

“So if Luke promises not to attack anyone, do you guys wanna watch a movie?” Julie suggested, and threw him a fake glare.

“All of you guys were clearly entertained by that, so you can’t even pretend to be mad at me,” Luke concluded.

“No, I’m pretty sure that was just you,” Alex retorted.

“And I’m pretty sure we can,” Julie accidentally finished.

Luke held his hands up in surrender, realizing he was very outnumbered. “Alright, you’ve proved your point.”

“So movie night?” Reggie asked.

“Definitely, but what do we want to watch?” Julie wondered aloud.

“Can I vote for Star wars?” Reggie hinted.

“That’s fair, anybody else have any ideas?” she asked.

“Oh, we could watch an animated disney movie?” Alex suggested.

“Which one, isn’t there like a shit ton of them?” Luke looked to you and Julie for help.

“Yeah, they have a lot,” you confirmed.

“So either disney or star wars?” Alex echoed.

“Technically they are both disney since disney owns star wars now,” you pointed out.

“They what now?” Reggie gasped.

Alex and Luke exchanged a nervous glance.

“Oh, sorry, yeah they bought them out in 2012,” you explained.

“Well now we gotta watch a star wars movie to see if they’re even good anymore!” Reggie exclaimed.

Julie scrunched up her eyebrows before agreeing. “Alright, Star Wars movie it is, I guess.”

Soon enough you were all scattered across the studio floor in a big pile of blankets and pillows, as the Rise of Skywalker played on the 'hologram projector'. Who would’ve thought that movie night was the real use of it?

Reggie seemed to be enjoying himself. It did take a little bit of explaining and some googling to get him caught up on the twenty five years that he missed, but he seemed to be fully engrossed in the movie.

Julie had never seen any Star Wars movies, so she was a little lost at first, but she seemed to really like the characters. Alex was half asleep near Reggie, it seemed like he was enjoying the movie, but the drummer was obviously very tired. Luke was propped up against the back of the couch, and you were sitting next to Julie.

You looked back at him to exchange a quick glance before turning back to the movie. You saw Julie watch you with an amused look in her eyes.

“What?” you softly asked.

“Go!” Julie whisper yelled to you.

“What?” you whispered.

“Go sit with your boyfriend.” She motioned back at him.

“No, I told you I was going to sit with you,” you insisted.

She narrowed her eyes. “Then why are you making googly eyes at him?” she asked.

You pulled your jaw back up. “I was not!” you defended.

Julie grinned, “Trust me, I think I can manage by myself up here, go back with him.”

“I’m not just gonna abandon you like that,” you argued.

“Y/n I love you, but so help me if you don’t go sit with him you are going to end up as a ghost really soon,” Julie threatened.

Not really wanting the wrath of Julie upon you, you picked up your blanket to move beside Luke.

“Hey princess,” he greeted you.

“Hi handsome.” You placed your head on his shoulder.

“You wanna know something y/n?” Luke asked.

“Mmm hmm, what’s that?”

“Reggie already watched this movie, he just wanted to watch it again because you seemed to like it,” Luke divulged.

You furrowed your brows. “You’re kidding right?”

“Nope, he binged all of them the second he heard there were more.”

“Wow, we must be really good friends if he’s willing to give up the first trilogy for me,” you commented. While it was intended as a joke, it didn’t mean you didn’t see the sentiment behind it.

“We all love you, you know that. And you love us,” he whispered.

“That’s true, and most especially you.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips but even the small moment gave you a warm feeling through your body.

“Hey y/n?” he asked.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember earlier?”

You thought for a moment about what the hell he could be talking about until you saw the devilish smirk on his face, and you realized that you had yet again made a mistake.

Before you could make a move to get away he had already pulled you on top of him.

He pulled your shirt up slightly.

“Don’t you dare tickle me,” you threatened.

“I mean I wasn’t going to do that, but now that you mention it.” As he trailed off you felt a hand start to glide across your stomach and your breath hitched in your throat.

“I whihll khihhill yhohhuhu,” you giggled out. You were trying to be as quiet as possible so you wouldn’t wake Alex.

“You do know I’m a ghost, right?” he reminded you.

You choose not to answer that one in favor of holding your mouth shut so your laughter would stay in.

“You know what ghosts are really good at though-” he paused; you were absolutely certain you could hear his smile.

“Ghosting.”

You felt his fingertips lightly make contact with your hip bones. You tried to squirm away but Luke was strong, and he had a good hold on you. But when you felt his hands start to glide across your hips, you grew desperate enough that you managed to roll off of him.

He looked rather smug at your giggly smile as you laid on the floor.

“I hate you,” you breathed out.

Luke almost let out a loud laugh at that one. “As tempting as it probably is, no you don’t.”

“No, no I don’t,” you admitted with a sparkle in your eyes.

You crawled up to him again. “Because I will always love you.”

He looked into your eyes with a serious demeanor. “I love you too, always.”

“Good, so we both agree that we’re stuck with each other,” you joked.

Luke placed his head on your shoulder. “Forever and ever y/l/n.”

You rested yours against his. “Forever and ever Patterson.”

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More Than Friends

(I was gonna say he looks so good in here but who am I kidding, he always looks so fucking good)

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst (but mainly fluff I can’t write angst to save my life)

Word Count: 5K

Summary: You and Mark have a very interesting relationship. The two of you are not exactly dating, but you’re not just friends either. Because of who he is, he isn’t able to take things further in your relationship no matter how badly he wants to. However, something causes him to feel the need to put a label on what exactly is going on between you both.

A/N: (It’s kind of repetitive lol idk how I feel about this story) This was requested by another one of my favorite followers on here @safetypineapples Thank you for all your love and support with my stories and I love reading all of yours! I hope you enjoy this one! Based on the song “At my weakest” by James Arthur.

It's a long night and a big crowd Under these lights looking 'round for you Yeah, I'm steppin' outside under moonlight To get my head right, lookin' out for you, yeah

Could it be your eyes Didn't know that I've been Waitin', waitin' for you When your by my side, everything's alright Crazy, I'm crazy for youOh, here I go, down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same? 'Cause And I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest And I fall for you

“Pick up—fuck—please pick up.”

Mark was pacing back and forth in the hallway; he must’ve looked like a crazy person to all the staff and security guards at the event, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t too sure why it was happening, especially because he was right about to go on stage, but he was currently going through a panic attack. Just a couple of minutes ago, he was sitting in the dressing room with Yugyeom and Jinyoung, waiting for the rest of the guys to finish getting their makeup and hair done. He was playing a couple of games on his phone when he decided to scroll on Instagram and Twitter for a little while when he stumbled across of a few negative posts that crawled under his skin.

Being a KPOP idol had its perks; he got to do what he loved, making music, writing songs, touring and traveling around the world, meeting new people and learning of their cultures and getting to perform on stage in front of thousands of their fans alongside his six best friends. Unfortunately, pros also came with cons. With the large amount of love he received all around the world, he also got a lot of unnecessary hate. He never understood what he did to be hated so much.

Mark was a very kind-hearted, soft-spoken, generous, humble and hardworking person. Sure, he might not have been the best rapper in KPOP, but he gave his all in each and every one of his performances, practices, recording sessions and even when it didn’t have to do with the music; whether it was modeling or being on a reality tv show, he made sure to try his best in order to please everyone he was around. That’s all Mark really wanted to do, but it just wasn’t enough for some people. To the people who weren’t fans of him, if he was too generous, they would consider it as him showing off his wealth and social status.

There were so many different organizations Mark would donate to and speak up for to show his support but so many antis would claim he was doing it just to look good to the public. However, once he went silent to stop all the loathing and hatred, people called him stingy and claimed he didn’t care about others. These days, it seemed as if Mark was the main target for hate within their group and that says a lot seeing as how Got7 were constantly hated on and ridiculed on a daily basis for no reason at all. Whenever something like this happened, his members would constantly tell him to stay away from social media and told him that all the negative people were just jealous of what an amazing person he was.

Normally he would do quite the good job with ignoring the hate, and the rumors that were made up about him that made no actual sense at all; but for some reason there was one comment about how Got7 would be much better off without Mark in the group because apparently “Mark doesn’t do anything to really help the groups success in any way.” Or so the comment read. He tried his best to ignore it and he wanted to find something to take his mind off of the comment, but he couldn’t.

Not even the funny video Yugyeom showed him could prevent him from overthinking and he really didn’t want to show that he was bothered to the other members. As much as he loved them like family, the last thing he wanted to hear was to ignore the hate which is what they always told him. One can only ignore something so much until it actually eats away at them to the point where they feel like screaming and since Mark wasn’t in a place where he could verbally or physically let out his frustrations, he excused himself from the room and walked throughout the arena looking for a quiet and empty place to call the only person he knew that could calm him down.

The only person whose been on his mind and clouding up his thoughts for the last two months since the tour started. Mark considered every single member of Got7 to be his best friend; from day one the seven of them have been through so much together. So many ups and downs, so many trials and tribulations that only made them stronger as individuals and a whole group. Each member had their own way of cheering Mark up; whether it was Jackson making silly jokes, Jinyoung reciting lines from a show he was acting in, Youngjae bringing coco over for Mark to play with her or BamBam buying him a bunch of luxurious items because in his words “a little Gucci never hurt nobody.”

However, the only person who could really get Mark out of the deepest funk was you. You, in more or less words were the only other best friend Mark had apart from his members. He told you every single secret, worry, doubt and insecurity he had because he trusted you with his entire being. On the fateful day the two of you met over a year and a half ago, Mark knew you were going to be someone special in his life and that was an understatement. If he was being honest, you were his entire life; Mark never believed in soulmates before meeting you.

The idea of two people out of the billions of people in the world being destined together was so cliche and he didn’t understand why so many people would claim they met their soulmate. As the days went by and he spent more and more time with you, Mark realized that he got more than he bargained for when he became friends with you and that’s when he knew he was in trouble. Your relationship with Mark was hard to explain; for the first few months, you found confidants in one another. He was your escape from reality just as much as you were his. When your education and work got too much for you to handle, Mark would do whatever he could in his power to get you to focus on better things. Further down the line of being friends, it then blossomed in to something more. Even when Mark was still getting to know you, he found himself developing a little crush on you, but it was inevitable.

You had a beauty that Mark couldn’t even put in to words to describe. He may have been surrounded with so many beautiful idols, actresses and models on a weekly basis, but there was just something; actually many things about you that stood out from everyone else. Mark was sure he’d be able to spot you in a crowded room because his eyes were always looking for you and because you just radiated such a positive and spirit lifting energy that was so contagious. He always wanted to be around you. Around four months in to your friendship, Mark confesses his feelings for you, but he knew he couldn’t act on them. Dating was taboo in the KPOP industry and most idols who were in relationships did their best in hiding it.

There was nothing Mark wanted more than to be the lucky guy you called yours, but it was selfish of him to want to take things further with you knowing that he’d be holding you back from so many things. And it wasn’t like the two of you could have a normal relationship. He wouldn’t get to take you on all these cute dates he was sure you wanted to go on, he wouldn’t get to post about you nor would you be allowed to post anything about him, he couldn’t hold hands, hug you, hold you and kiss you unless it was behind closed doors.

He wouldn’t be able to give you the love and attention you deserved and never failed to show him every single day and that’s what bothered him the most. You were so close, yet so far away and Mark was afraid that you’d get tired of being just friends with him and decide that you didn’t want to wait around for him. Especially since you requited his same feelings and made it aware that you were willing to do whatever it was that he asked of you. You were aware of how hectic his life was and you had a feeling a relationship would be something he wouldn’t be able to give you and you respected it completely.

As long as you had Mark in your life, it didn’t matter what he was to you. But you were only human. You were still so young and had a great head on your shoulders. You had so much going for you yet you were always at his beck and call whenever he needed you. To both his delight yet dismay, you were willing to drop anything and everything for him. While he was away, you’d wake up in the middle of the night to talk to him and stay up till the wee hours of the morning to listen to him talk about his day even if you had an early morning shift or class.

When he got sick, you’d pick up some medication and make some soup to help him feel better. If you were out with friends or colleagues and he asked to hang out, you’d give them some lame excuse and made your way over to him. Mark could never come up with the right words to say to show you and tell you just how much you meant to him and how afraid he was to lose you. All he could do, was show you through his actions; his gentle kisses on your cheeks, your forehead and your lips, how he would always need to be touching you whenever the two of you would spend time together, the way he would always check up on you to make sure you’ve eaten all your meals and that you were taking good care of yourself and doing all these little things for you like blowdrying your hair for you when you were too tired or helping you study for an exam even if he had no clue what he was reading.

He could only hope you understood his nonverbal signals of love. Being on tour was always so fun; it seemed as if more fans came out with every new tour and tonight in London, there were at least 40,000 people at the Wembley stadium waiting for Got7 to perform. Over the years, his nerves slowly calmed down and performing on stage was such an indescribable feeling that he was so grateful for being able to do. The only thing he hated about touring, was being away from you.

Mark made sure to FaceTime you whenever he got the chance, but it wasn’t the same as seeing your breathtaking smile and contagious laughter that he loved so much in person. He’s asked you to go along with them many times, but because you were a full time student with a full time job, and Mark’s company didn’t think it would look good for some random girl to join them on tour and follow them around the world, you stayed back in Korea. As the phone line kept ringing, anxiety built up in his chest the longer he waited. He checked his phone to see what time it was in Korea and he let out an exasperated sigh.

It was currently six in the morning and since Mark knew your schedule like the back of his hand, there was a chance you were either getting ready for school or for work and he tried his best not to be upset. Just like how his work was his main priority, you had every right to make your studies and your work ethic your main concern. However, you had a tendency to put Mark at the top of your priorities and sometimes he wished you didn’t think so highly of him. He wanted to give you the same amount of attention and praise you’ve shown him over the years and you were his second main focus right after his job.

He hated putting you second, he was sure you must’ve loathed having to be his second priority but you never complained nor would you make it known that it bothered you and Mark didn’t know what higher power it was that brought you two together nor did he know what he did to deserve someone so patient and understanding, but he would do it time and time again if it meant having you in his life for as long as he possibly could. With one more sigh, he began walking back towards the corridors where their waiting room was located when he felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t even miss a beat, once he saw your name on the screen he answered and he didn’t care how desperate he sounded. He was sure he didn’t have much time to talk to you, but it didn’t matter. All Mark needed was to hear your voice and he knew he’d feel so much better.

“Hey baby, I’m sorry I missed your call. I was washing my face and brushing my teeth. Aren’t you going on stage here soon? Is everything okay?”

Just hearing your soft little giggle through the speaker was enough to get him to forget of his problems and all he focus on was the sound of your gentle and extremely soothing voice. The term of endearment made him feel even more giddy and he was sure if the guys were to see the effect that you had on him, they wouldn’t let him live it down.

“Yeah I just—I just wanted to talk to you. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, I just really miss you. That’s all.”

By the hesitant tone of his voice, you could tell there was something more that he wasn’t telling you, but you weren’t going to pry at him. You never forced mark to go in to detail about what was worrying him and wanted him to confide in you at his pace. But you hated knowing that something was currently on his mind not knowing exactly what it was. Even if Mark was a couple of years older than you, you always felt the need to protect him from any evil. His happiness and well being was all you ever cared about and sometimes you’d put it before your own.

“I miss you too Mark and you’re never a bother, you know that. You know if something is wrong, you can tell me right?”

Although you couldn’t see him, you could tell he was nodding in agreement. The two of you had a mutual understanding; you’d wait for each other to find solace in one another but when you did, you’d let it all out. “I know, thanks y/n. I read something so shitty earlier, but hearing your voice makes it all the more better. Don’t worry about me babe, I’m okay. I’m sure the guys are probably looking for me. I’ll call you after the show, have a nice morning and don’t forget to eat a hearty breakfast. I’ll talk to you soon love.”

Once you both said your goodbyes, Mark felt energized and ready to go on stage. He didn’t think it was possible for someone to change him for the better but here you were, making his heart feel as if it was about to bust out of his chest and he never wanted that feeling to go away. As soon as he made his way back to the dressing room where all the guys were dressed up and waiting for him, they were all confused seeing the huge grin on his face after he left so abruptly as if something was wrong; but none of them were going to question it. They were all aware of who you were to Mark and all six of them approved of you.

They loved the effect you had on the eldest boy; they loved the way you made him laugh and smile on his darkest days. You were the light Mark needed and they knew you were put in his life to save him from himself. Once they all walked out onstage and heard the thousands of screams and chants echoing throughout the arena, anything that was bothering Mark no longer mattered to him. All he could think about was making the fans happy, putting all his energy in to each and every song they performed and getting to call you again later. The concert went off without a hitch and honestly it had to be one of the best concerts they’ve done since they started touring.

For the rest of the week, Got7 finished the Europe leg of the tour and as much as Mark loved exploring the many different cities, trying the different foods they had to offer and taking a well deserved rest from all his other work, he couldn’t wait for the two week break the guys were allowed back in Korea. He couldn’t find it in himself to sleep the night before, he was just so excited to have you in his arms again and he came up with the plan to surprise you about coming home earlier than expected. Everyone seemed to know of Mark’s plans because as soon as they landed, they hailed him a taxi and gave the driver your address which he was extremely grateful for. While he was away, he’d find himself overthinking your relationship.

He wanted—no, Mark needed to set things straight between the two of you. Even if you told him that you were willing to wait for him for as long as he needed you to, humans could only be patient for so long and he was afraid you’d find somebody while he was away. Somebody who could take care of you in ways Mark could only wish he’d be able to. Somebody who would love you freely; out in the open without having to worry about a rumor breaking out. Somebody worthy of all your love and admiration.

It was late when they arrived back and he could only hope you didn’t log on to social media and saw that Got7 were back in Korea. He quickly stopped by a cute little hole in the wall florist shop and purchased you a dozen of your favorite flowers. No matter how jet lagged he was from the ten hour flight and how much he wanted to go to sleep, the desire and urge to hold you in his arms was stronger than any exhaustion he felt. He knew he should’ve texted you to ask what you were doing in case you were out to dinner with your friends, but he was just too excited to finally see you that it slipped his mind that there was a chance you weren’t home.

As soon as he buzzed your doorbell, there was an odd feeling that crashed over him and he couldn’t put his finger on it. However, once you opened the door and he saw you dressed so prettily, the numbness he felt in his chest only grew more.

“Oh my God—Mark! What are you doing back so early?!”

You didn’t give him any time to answer before you practically jumped on him; wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You began leaving chaste kisses on the sides of his face and finally left a sloppy kiss on the corner of his mouth before jumping down.

“Hello to you too baby. I wanted to surprise you. God y/n, I’ve missed you so much.”

You looked up at him with an adoring look in your eyes before cupping his cheek. These last three months without him was just as hard and if not more difficult on you than it was for him. Mark had all his members, friends, staff, family and fans by his side but all you really had was him. Although he never failed to lean on you whenever he needed to, you didn’t want to bother him and handled most of your problems by yourself. Even if he told you to tell him when something wasn’t going your way; you just never wanted to burden him. Just getting a text of encouragement was enough to help ease your negative thoughts.

Seeing him, with his fluffy, brown hair down to his neck, his face more healthier and fuller than the last time you’ve seen each other and his biceps more prominent, it was an overwhelming feeling and you had a hard time believing he was actually back and at your apartment.

“Mmm, I missed you too handsome. Let’s get you settled in. Did you eat? Are you hungry? You look exhausted Mark.” You reached for his hand as he held the bouquet of flowers under his arm and dragged in his luggage with his free hand. Since you were ahead of him, you didn’t get to see the way his cheeks turned bright pink at your sudden movement. He was so whipped for you. Once you walked in to your living room, he was quick to notice the box of chocolates on your coffee table and the flowers in a vase sitting on your counter. There was that weird feeling again and he was soon growing curious with what exactly it was that seemed to be eating away at him. You had him take a seat on the couch as you hurriedly brought his luggage in to your room and made your way back to him.

“I uh—these are for you.” You gave him a toothy grin; excited at the idea of him thinking to stop by somewhere and get you flowers. The soft peck on his lips was your token of appreciation and you walked in to your kitchen to find another vase to put his flowers in. Although he felt as if he could practically knock out right there, he got up from the couch and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on top of your shoulder. You’ve always adored the height difference between you and Mark. You weren’t the shortest person ever, but you weren’t blessed with height. You shivered at the feeling of him pressing a kiss against your neck and leaned back in to his chest to give him more access to your nape.

“Where’d you buy the flowers from?” When he felt you tense up at his question, he knew something was up and he had a gut feeling he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“I just came back from a double date—but it’s not what you think. One of my coworkers really likes this guy, but she didn’t want to go out with him on her own just yet so she asked me to tag along with her. Honestly she’s been trying to set me up with all these guys but I’ve told her I’m unavailable more times than I can count on my hands. I think she used that as an excuse for me to go out on a date, but I really wasn’t interested. He gave me these flowers and those chocolates, but I didn’t really give him any of my attention and if I’m being honest, the entire thing was so awkward and I gave an excuse to leave early. I’m glad I did though.”

You were facing him at his point and ran both your hands through his hair. So that’s why you were all dolled up; Mark knew he wasn’t overreacting for no reason. You just came back from a date. It didn’t matter that your friend set you up, for all he knew you could go on multiple dates and he couldn’t do anything about it. The two of you were untitled. He didn’t have the right to stop you from looking for a genuine relationship. All he could do was hope and pray that the feelings you harbored for him were enough to get you to stick around.

The way his brows furrowed made you nervous and you didn’t think he cared for you in that way to get bothered at the idea of you seeing someone else. You and Mark may have acted like a couple, but because he wasn’t able to be in a relationship nor did he make it verbally known that he wanted to be one with you, you didn’t think it was possible for him to grow jealous at the thought of you dating someone else.

“I see. Have you been on any other dates? Met anyone worth your while?”

“No. Just the one tonight. Why would I look for anyone else when I have you Mark? Or I mean—actually I don’t know what I mean. I’m not yours and you’re not mine yet I’m holding on to this tiny little thread and the little voice that’s telling me to not give up on us but I don’t know what you see me as; for all I know I could just be a friend you kiss every now and then just because you can’t have anything to serious. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me and that I’m fine with being stuck in this untitled relationship knowing that I want more, but all I care about is you. I know it’s hard for you to live a normal life and I just wanted to give you whatever it is that you need. I’m sorry, I talk too much—“

When you felt a teardrop fell on your cheek, you hesitantly looked up at the older boy and felt a pang to your chest at the sight of his lip quivering as tears were building up at his eyelids. Everyone and anyone who knew Mark was well aware of how sensitive he could be and it was a trait of his you genuinely appreciated. It showed that he had such a big heart. There were moments where he would cry watching a sad video or movie and you’d always smile softly to yourself at how adorable he was. But now, seeing him cry and having a feeling that you were the reason made your head spin. He brought his hands down to your waist and lifted you up on to the counter before connecting your lips together in a rough and extremely passionate kiss.

You and Mark might have shared quite a few kisses in the last year, but this was the first time his lips smashed and melded against yours perfectly. His lips were chapped and tasted salty from his tears, but it didn’t matter. He all but gently forced his tongue in to your mouth and down your throat and although the feeling was foreign, you could find yourself getting used to this. All too soon, he pulled his lips away and placed his forehead against yours, earning himself a soft whimper from the absence of warmth. He began gliding his thumb along your thigh while lifting your chin up so that you were making eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry y/n, I’m so fucking sorry for having to put you through all of that for the last year but I’m so grateful for each and every single sacrifice you’ve made for me. You’re way more than just a friend to me baby, I thought it was obvious with the way I have to constantly be kissing these pretty lips of yours and the way I always need you around. If you were just a friend, I wouldn’t be calling you and checking up on you every day. You wouldn’t be on my mind the first thing when I wake up and right before I go to bed and I know it’s my fault for not telling you how I feel but I’m telling you now, I’m crazy about you. I was always yours y/n, always. You mean everything to me y/n and you know what? I love you. I love you so much y/n and I plan on loving you for a very long time. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, I don’t care about the repercussions or what punishment I get for this, but please be my girlfriend. I’ll do anything to be yours completely.”

With the way he was looking at you, as if you were the one who set the entire universe in to the sky, you were putty in his hands. You never said it out loud, but this is what you’ve wanted from the time that Mark stumbled in to your life. Because you were afraid to come off too forward and selfish, you didn’t tell him that you’d daydream of the day he could finally be able to date you without having to worry about what people or say or do if and when they were to find out. You pulled him closer to your body and hid your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his heartbeat against your chest made it harder for you to keep the growing smile on your face at bay. You really did love the beautiful boy in front of you.

“I love you too Mark. I’ve always had these feelings for you and I know they’re not going anywhere. You really are one of the best things that ever happened to me. I want nothing more than to take things further with you. It’s always been you too baby. I’m always going to be here for you.”

He stole a couple more kisses from the corner of your mouth before picking you up from off of the counter and throwing you over his shoulder. “Mark, what are you doing?!”

“You can’t look that amazing and not expect me to show you exactly what you do to me. I’m gonna make love to my beautiful baby.”

“Mark! At least take me to dinner first before getting in to my pants you ass.”

He playfully slapped your butt before making his way toward your room. “You know babe, our relationship was never normal to begin with so there’s no point in following the rules. I like living dangerously. Forget dinner y/n, I’m going straight for dessert.”

Oh, here I go down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same? 'Cause And I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest I fall for you

Love you gonna get hold on me Tell me what you gonna do to me Now you've gone and got your hands on me Tell me what you gonna doAnd here I go down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same?'Cause I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest Yeah, I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest And I fall for you

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theymakemegayer · 4 years

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Reputation: Chapter 8

Read chapter 1-7 HERE

a/n: prepare some tissues and hold your heart this was a rollercoaster of emotions!

Warning: Cursing/Profanities

(edit, sorry forgot to tag)

Taglist: @crazzyplays @riptideyun @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @somewillwin @dopeyouth

a short playlist: (kept on playing this while writing this chap)

This Love - Taylor Swift

Heather - Conan Gray

Falling - Harry Styles

Lose - NIKI

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I woke up feeling like something was stuck on my chest making me numb inside. A huge cloud hang above me and my body refused to move out of the bed. My tears had dried off, while the pain was already engraved in my bones. Zoey barged in my room. I had no energy to master even a smile, I just waved at her. Her eyes were sad. I refused to look at it. Sadness only reminded me of the reality, and reality was I got too close to her despite Zoey's warnings. I felt my bed dipped as Zoey lay beside me. Her soft eyes drifted on my face. I didn't spoke nor did she. I found calmness in this silence.

I felt Zoey moving an arm and wrapped on my waist, "I'm here for you, Bea." She whispered softly, breath tickling on my shoulder.

I felt my eyes sting, like a dam broke, tears started to linger in my eyes.

I crinkled my nose and clenched my jaws. I refused to cry. I refuse to embrace the pain I stupidly received for trusting her.

Bea. Bea.

I heard her voice in my head. I can still feel her touch. Just one damn night, yet she managed to carved hers into me.

"Just let it out B," Zoey murmured.

I seek for warmth. I seek for something - anything to fill the hole she dug in my chest. Zoey offered a shelter in her arms as the rain came pouring. My hand crumpled Zoey's shirt as I let these tears out once again. Maybe letting it out would finally ease the pain. Soothing hands rubbed my back, as the storm continued.

As I calmed down, I withdrew from Zoey and looked into her eyes. She had a soft smile. It was somehow contagious making me smile even a little.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"Anytime," She patted my tear stained cheeks, "Wanna go out today?

Desperate for distractions, I nodded.

Later on, we were enjoying some ice cream for desserts in some ice cream parlor we stumbled in the mall. I left my phone at home, so I won't be tempted to look at the comments and to check if she-- never mind that useless thought.

Zoey was a good help for distraction. Even though I still wasn't sure if my soul was still intact in me. Zoey made me feel good about myself today. Why can't I just have a crush on some normal people instead of--

"I had to ask Bea," Zoey interrupted my thoughts, a small smile on her lips, "How was last night?"

I was in the middle of having another scoop of ice cream. Her question made me stop mid air. I put down my spoon stifling a sigh. I wasn't ready for this question.

"Oh, you know," I shrugged my shoulders, "I helped out humiliating Chloe by feeding Bradley some sugary words. We partied a bit after then I get home."

Zoey looked at me carefully, "Nothing more happened?"

I gave her a small smile. It seemed like it was the only smile I can do today. "Nothing," I paused scooping another ice cream, letting the sweetness of it mix with the bitterness of my next words, "I should have look for more dirt about her." My eyes drifted ahead of me, mind starting to get lost with a hundred of thoughts.

I felt Zoey's warm hand on my arm. I looked at her, just as her eyes softened, "It's alright. We'll look for another way, but for now let's focus on our date."

I smiled, "That's better."

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Weekend came and the need to go to classes came too. I tried to act like everything was normal, but it wasn't. The laughter and stares I got wherever I go was like a dagger making my wounds bleed again. I had felt embarrassed before, but being humiliated almost wherever I go? It made me wish I wasn't Bea Hughes. And any site of a blonde hair made me fled immediately. I wasn't ready to see her anytime soon. I don't think I can handle it.

I was walking towards my dorm room. I just finished my classes. I slowed down with my pace when I spot something in front of the door of my dorm room.

Is that a plant? My interest was piqued immediately. A smile immediately tugged on my lips. With all of the things I had been going through this past few days, I can almost feel some of the weight in my chest lifted up. Growing up in a farm, it was like love at first sight when I started helping my father in the farm. I felt a lot more at peace and myself whenever I was surrounded by plants.

I power walked towards it, still wearing a smile. As I stood in front of it, I realized it was an Apple tree planted on a pot. A white card caught my attention too. It was tied on one of the stem. I plucked out the card and read the short note written.

Didn't see you around campus today. Bummer. This little gift is for you, Bea. -P

I scoffed, while my smile faded. How dare she give me gifts after what she did to me? I realized, of course she would do something like this. She would rub it on my face and grin at me, finding joy in knowing I perfectly fell on her trap.

I crouched as I carry the potted plant inside; despite how I don't want to be reminded of her. A plant was still something close to my heart, so I would take care of this. Besides, this would definitely die if I gave it back to her.

A week passed. My mind had been filled with self-loathing these past few days. My ‘what ifs’ were also piling up. If I hadn't trusted her... you see another what if. That's why I decided to go for a walk in a nearby park with Beppy - hoping it would lessen the burden I had been carrying.

I sat on the grass, my back leaning on the tree behind me. It was a calm afternoon. The distant noises coming from the few people on the park were the only noises I can hear.

I unleashed Beppy letting her run around me for a while. I sighed letting the fresh air fill me up. I held out the squeaky ball toy in front of Beppy. His tail started wagging.

I giggled, "You want this?"

His tail wagged furiously mouth ajar. I chuckled, "Fetch Beppy."

I played with Beppy for a while. I let myself get lost with the bubble of happiness Beppy and I made. His gleaming eyes whenever he gave back the squeaky ball toy lifted a piece of burden from me.

Moments later after I threw again the ball while Beppy was running back towards me he stopped somewhere not far from me. The ball in his mouth fell as he walked towards the tree or rather to someone. I raised my eyebrow. Who was that?

"Wha--" Clueless I called for his attention, "Beppy!"

Instead of looking at me he sat in front of the stranger - which I can't clearly see since the tree was hiding them from my view. I stood up and dusted my sweatpants. I strolled towards them.

As I was nearing their place I heard a familiar voice, "Beppy where's your mom?"

I halted in my step with my breath hitching. That voice. My eyes grew wide. I clenched my jaw as I feel my heart dropping to my stomach. Good Lord I am not ready for this.

My thoughts swarmed me. My limbs lost its strength to take the next step towards them. Like a joke - a really bad joke, Beppy spotted me and barked as if calling for me.

I exhaled loudly, with my legs shaking I took my next step towards them.

As I round the tree I finally spotted her. She was caressing Beppy's head affectionately, a soft smile on her lips. I felt my shoulder and jaw tensed as she looked up and met my eyes.

"Farmsville." She said nonchalantly, but her eyes mirrored a different story. It was soft - almost yearning? I clenched my jaw as we stared at each other for a while.

"I was waiting when you will show up," She spoke once again breaking the silence.

"Are you finished catching up with Beppy? Can I take her now?" I asked in a monotone voice.

She scoffed, "After you avoided me for a whole week, you're just gonna waltz out like that?"

I crossed my arms protectively in front of me, "We have nothing to talk about. I don't want to waste my time with you again."

"Oh so now I am a waste of your time? And did you just say again?!" She exclaimed in a high pitched tone, a frown deeply etched on her face as her eyes narrowed at me.

"Yes." I spoke. My mask was completely intact not letting her saw any emotion on my face.

"I don't get you Bea." She sighed suddenly looking... tired? Or was it sadness?

I scoffed, burying those thoughts, "You really had the nerve to act clueless right now?" I exclaimed exasperated, "Listen to me closely Poppy," I gulped. Saying her name felt like I was burying the knife she planted in my chest deeper, "You won Poppy. You - fucking - won." I said through gritted teeth. "Is this your way of mocking me? Then go on. Laugh at me. I fell in your fucking trap." I hate how my eyes stings as I spitted out my words.

"I cared for you. I believed in you. I fucking trusted you." I exclaimed quite loudly, a few passerby glancing at us. "And then what did you do?" My eyes started to blur with tears and I started to hate myself more at this moment. I hate looking weak in front of her. "You stabbed me in the back." I inhaled deeply, "Zoey warned me from you, but what did I do? I ignored her. I should have listened instead." Tears were slowly falling now. I wiped it harshly. She just blinked at me, mouth gaping.

I laughed dryly, "Don't worry Poppy. In the first place, I didn't even want that stupid crown. Just stay away from me. I'll be out of your way and your life."

I didn't wait for any reply or reaction from her. I walked towards Beppy and scooped him up. His eyes looked sad. I smiled at him despite the few tears that were still falling.

I kissed his head and murmured, "I'll feel better soon Beppy, hopefully."

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It was a weekend. I just walked out from a clothing shop. After that encounter with her, I started to focus more on myself - just doing more of 'me time', and a continuous amount of mental and emotional self-check. I just rounded up a corner when I spotted Veronica. She was probably having another one of her live streams. Our eyes met. In an instant she frowned.

I tried to ignore her. I continued walking not sparing her another glance. I was just tired of interacting to anyone that was related to her.

"Bea! Wait up!" Veronica suddenly called out.

Sighing I halted with my steps. So much for avoiding any of them. I prepared my mind and emotions internally before I turned around and face Veronica.

I plastered a smile as she walked up to me.

"Can we talk?" She said once she was in front of me.

"We're already talking aren't we?" I bit my tongue. My retort at her had so much bite than I intended.

She raised an eyebrow. The usual composed Veronica seemed different today, maybe a little pissed off. Probably with the way I talked back at her... oops.

"It's about Poppy." She said.

I clenched my jaws, "Of course this is about her. Didn't I tell her to stay away from me already?

She raised an eyebrow at me, "Okay, clearly I don't know about that specially with how close you both got--"

I laughed dryly, cutting her off, "You mean her ploy that worked out cause now I'm Belvoir's number 1 clown?"

"Look I don't know what's Poppy's plan or what's going on with her head, but she seemed weird and different after you two partnered up with that project. At first it was only small and little details I noticed, but--"

I cut her off again, "Hold on. You're telling me you're actually very observant? I mean no offense, but with the time you spent on your phone I'm surprised."

She laughed, "Poppy is still my friend, and I care for that bitch."

"Good for her. I'm already done being mushy with her, so whatever this is you're trying to convince me with? I don't want to hear it."

Veronica sighed like her patience was starting to wear thin, "Alright. Just answer this one question then I'll leave you."

"Fine," I grumbled.

"What changed Bea? You sound like you really hate her now." Her eyes turned soft, all of a sudden.

It irked me. It was already one thing with Poppy backstabbing me and now this?! "Did Poppy send you to mock me on how stupid I was to actually trust her?" I glared at her my anger raging in me.

She waved her hands frantically in front of her, "No," She shook her head. A sad smile painted on her lips, "So I guess that was your answer huh."

I clenched my jaws. Stupid Bea. "Nothing changed. I'm just treating her the way I should have from the very start. That's my real answer."

She was still smiling at me, "To be honest I don't know why I wanted to talk to you about Poppy. Something was really off about her now-a-days, and I felt like you were the reason."

"Whether I am the reason or not, I don't care. She should deal with it. She brought this upon herself." I said through gritted teeth.

Veronica looked at me, her eyes sad. I hate it. These past few days, I hate seeing or being reminded of sadness cause deep down my heart was hurting and feeling sad for what she did.

"I better leave Bea. Thanks for the talk."

I just nodded. She patted my shoulders and smiled at me before turning around and leaving. I sighed. The relaxation I was aiming for this afternoon all gone in a blink of an eye. And now I was left with the bitter pill called reality, that I was having a hard time swallowing. I was still hurting, and the most painful part? I actually missed her.

Later that night, I was left alone in the dorm. Zoey had some things to do and would be home late; being cooped up in the dorm alone made me feel like I was drowning with thoughts about her. I felt overwhelmed, that's why I decided to go out to and have dinner to this diner I found near the train station a few days ago. It made me felt nostalgic about my hometown - when everything was okay.

I tend to miss so many things these past few days. It was like I'm continuously being pulled by my thoughts to different things or places, as well as people, like her.

I walked out from the diner. My hair and clothes probably smelled like greasy food for staying a bit too long inside, but my stomach felt full and my mood got better, after that encounter I had with Veronica this afternoon. Speaking of her, my thoughts wandered again towards Poppy. I had been having a hard time from even mentioning her name, for fuck's sake.

I don't want to fret much about her anymore, but somehow and someway the way Veronica tried to talk to me about her- worry started to crept in me.

Sometimes I felt like my encounter with her was a joke some mighty divine entity played on me. Just like now, as I was walking along the train station I spot a person sitting on one of the benches. Their beautiful, frilly pink dress would catch anyone's attention, but what really caught my attention was who she was and that she was crying.

Poppy...

I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart was pounding in my rib cage, and like bees I hear my thoughts buzzing in my mind - loud and persuasive. As if all the battles in my mind ceased, and a certain answer finally marched in victory, I numbly took my first step towards her.

I stood just right in front of her. Her hands were covering her face while her quiet sobs and her shoulders trembling broke her pretence. She wasn't alright and it broke my heart.

"Poppy...?" I whispered her name. Cold wind breezed past us dishevelling her hair. I shiver at the coldness and so does she. Slowly she lifted her head. The little cracks in me broke more as I stare at her swollen red eyes.

A deep frown was etched on her face, "What?" Irritation and annoyance was evident on her voice.

I gulped thickly, my mouth felt dried all of a sudden, "What are you doing here?" I spoke, my voice crisped - almost unrecognizable even for me.

"None of your business Hughes," She gritted her teeth and stood up. Her eyes were the same level at me as she stared at me. Like a soft whisper through the quiet night, softness flashed in her eyes quickly. I almost wasn't sure if it was for real, but the way my heart was pounding, shut down all the noises in my head.

She averted her eyes and I realized she was about to leave. My chest ached once again. My hands reached for her even before I realized what I was doing, holding her wrist gently. "Don't go," I whispered. I noticed how her jaw and shoulders tensed.

I felt the cracks in me; they were bruised and wounded, by this same person I was asking to stay. I was still hurting, but so does she. And Poppy... she almost never cries.

Just one last time. One last time that I was going to care for her. One last time I would listen to my heart.

She turned around and when I met her eyes - her brown teary eyes - my mind finally made up. I would be here for her, one last time.

Like walls crumbling down, I watched as she crossed the distance between us and hugged me. Her perfume wafted my senses and her warmth filled up the cracks in me. I didn't realize that there were tears streaming down on my face already. I missed her.

I sniffed quietly. Sadly, I still need to be on my guard no matter how much I was yearning for this.

Heavy rain started to pour as she started to cry. Her sobbed were muffled by the rain. Yet I still heard her loud and clear. A sudden urge to shelter her from her own storm on her mind arose to me. I tightened my hug and caressed her head.

The rain hadn't stopped yet, but her tears started to calm down. She withdrew from me and wiped her tears. Before I can even think what I was doing I reached out and wiped her tears with the sleeves of my jacket.

She suddenly grimaced, "Eww. Where have you been? Why does your jacket smells like that?"

I rolled my eyes, "And yet you weren't complaining moments ago. As if you forget you were hugging me a while ago."

I thought she would retort back just like always, but instead she just pouted. My heart pounded wildly at the cute gesture.

I sighed trying to mask how she left me flustered. I sat on the bench and patted the space beside me, "Wanna talk about it?"

She sighed and relented, sitting beside me, leaving minimal space between us. I gulped at her close proximity. A cold breeze past again, she shivered and started rubbing her arms. I took off my jacket and draped it on her.

She halted and looked at me with wide eyes, before a soft smile painted her lips, "Thanks Bea." She mumbled softly.

I tried so hard not to get affected, by that simple gesture, but my heart was already melting. I cleared my throat, changing the topic, "So... what happened to you?"

She avoided eye contact, "Today, my parents finally introduced me as the heiress of my father's business." She looked at up at the cloudy dark sky. The rain was relentless and so does the cold breeze passing by once in a while.

"That's a good news right?"

"It was," I saw a faint smile from her before it dropped, "Until my father started to be his usual self." She chuckled dryly. "I thought I can ignore his words just like I always do, but today was an important day for me. And I failed to impress him, again."

There was a pause I waited for her to continue. She inhaled deeply and sighed loudly, "You didn't improve Poppy. You're still a disappointment. That's what he said to me."

When she looked at me again another batch of tears were streaming down her face. She had a broken smile, "That was bullshit. His business clients and partners were happy to meet me. I should have known he won't be impressed no matter what I did."

I gulped thickly. I choked with my own emotions raging inside of me. I had never seen her, this broken.

I smiled softly at her and lay my hand on hers, "I don't believe a single word he said. You always do your best. He's blind if he can't see that."

"He probably is," She smiled softly albeit a little. "I should be really used by now with how he treats me, but I still get disappointed every damn time."

"You know what?" I squeezed her hand in mine, "Screw your dad! Let's do something fun instead." I grinned.

She raised an eyebrow. An excited gleam in her eyes and a grin on her lips, "What's on your mind?"

I looked around us. I think it was twelve midnight already or way passed that, and the rain was still pouring. The train station and its surroundings were pretty much deserted.

I stood up pulling Poppy with me. I grinned, "Care to dance with me?"

She huffed out a laugh, "You've gone nuts!"

"Probably, but look around us. It's raining and there's no one else around. It's the perfect opportunity to enjoy the rain Poppy!" I exclaimed as the warmth and happiness that I had been missing for the past week came crushing on my insides.

She laughed - a genuine and soft one. "I am probably going nuts too." She shook her head. Her eyes gleamed and a wide smile was on her lips, "Let's dance Bea!"

She pulled me out of the shelter of the waiting area of the train station. My jacket falling from her shoulders as we run on the middle of the deserted street. The rain was pouring and it felt cold on my skin, but with Poppy in front of me, laughing and smiling - guiding me into a music free dance, I feel warm.

She gasped as the rain hit her skin, "It's so cold!" She exclaimed, but the smile on her lips never faltered.

She pulled me close wrapping her arms around my neck as our foreheads touched. I wrapped my arms around her waist as we swayed. I guess we didn't need music at all when the rain felt like it was serenading us.

She giggled as our nose touched. Our wide grins turned into soft smiles. Her breath tickled my lips as she sighed.

"Bea..." She murmured.

It was like an enchantment, all I can hear was my heart screaming for her name. I closed the distance between us and kissed her. My breath hitched. As if she was the oasis on my dessert. It gave me life. It filled up the cracks inside of me. Her lips moved - claiming me softly. Her hands caressed my nape raising goose bumps in their wake.

I gasped for air as I withdrew first, "Poppy..." I murmured.

She pecked my lips, "Thank you Bea," And smiled brightly as her eyes gleamed.

I grinned, "Glad to see that smile returns."

"This was nice, but I think we both need to leave before we catch a cold."

We hailed a cab going back to Belvoire. My jacket was on Poppy's lap. We threw secretive glances towards each other once in a while. The smile on my lips never faltered and a comfortable silence wrapped us along with the murmurs of the radio inside the cab. It felt normal and I felt happy once again.

As we get out from the cab, the first thing I saw was the Zeta house and just like that reality crashed my bubble of happiness. The smile on my lips dropped. The weight on my chest intensified. As the cab leave, I turned to Poppy she was looking at me with a soft smile.

I pressed my lips into a thin line. She noticed my expression and the smile on her face dropped, "Oh..." She sighed before laughing dryly, "Of course." She bit her lip like she was stopping herself for spitting out more words. "I better go inside." Her voice was nonchalant as if her mask was back again.

"Yeah," I said curtly.

She clenched her jaw, "Fine." She turned around abruptly and speed walk inside the Zeta House.

Everything in me tensed - my hands, my jaws and my chest. I wanted to say more, but I bit my tongue. Tonight was the last time. I kept chanting those words on my mind as I watched her walking away from me.

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baggochipps · 4 years

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‘Everything’s still the same, nothing changes. Except now, I get to hold you and kiss you, and show you much I love you.”

AN: Hello Readersss and @stellarboystyles, this is my first piece that I’ve ever posted of mine and for that I’d like to thank @stellarboystyles for creating a great way for newbies like me to get our writing out there and gain recognition(experienced writings as well🥰). I am entering this challenge with a friends to lovers piece so yeah I had fun with this. Now without further ado I present to you beautiful people:

‘Our moment’

Ever since you and Harry have been sat in front of one another at the age of 5, you guys have been inseparable. You guys went through what friends go through of course; the arguments and the infamous drift between friends due to the want to fit in and society’s placements, however as soon as y’all got over that and realized that society’s standards shouldn’t be the blueprint to life, you both began strengthening the bond between the two of you in high school despite the fact that Harry, to everyone, was the charming jock and you were only merely thought.

You both still continued to go on though ignoring the wandering eyes and the gasps of air from stuck up popular kids when they saw you both crackling in the hall at the jokes you’ve both shot at each other and the times when you both were caught skipping school together. So by the time you and Harry were at the end of senior year and prom was just a few hours away, Harry planned to go to prom just to hang with those he more than likely won’t ever speak too again and then you would both find yourselves at the end of that night in his car, but as all plans go, it didn’t fail, but it definitely wasn’t what you expected. Yes, you guys left. Yes, you’ve got to hangout, but he leaned in and you kissed him only to laugh it off and never speak of it or bring it up ever again because you’ve already told yourself it was the alcohol you’ve both consumed prior to getting in the car with him, but Harry couldn’t help, but remember your soft pinkish lips against his as he lays down only to get lost in the sight of his ceiling on restless nights. You didn’t know that though because when you asked him he said he didn’t remember that night at all, you laughing it off after that.

Even after that event, you were both officially back to together, as friends. Harry was there for you through the booboos, the mood swings, and family troubles as you were for him, but as things began to get back to the way things were, You were there for the endless amount of girls that he talked to you about even after you’ve expressed that you didn’t wish to hear about his sexapades that left envy in your heart, you were there for his darkest moments and he was there for yours especially when you called him over late at night to hold you because you’ve gave all of yourself away to someone who didn’t deserve any of you.

You guys carried each other through the end of high school to sophomore year of college avoiding another recap of high school prom again and to say it was easy would not be the truth. Along the way there were many college parties or days alone that got cut short due to one look, one bite of the lip and or one lengthy staring contest that would’ve resulted in jeopardizing a great friendship. Conversations of what could be if you and him decided to take that leap surfaced. All in all you’ve both managed to not take it to that point despite the fact that you and Harry shared a room and a very strong bond.

“Har, I don’t think I wanna go to that party tonight.” You sigh as you reminisce about what your mom talked to you about a few days ago, the word ‘separation’ drowning your thoughts. You wanted your parents to be happy, but to think that you had it all wrong, they weren’t always as happy as you thought, makes you question everything.

Harry stopped his search for an shirt just to knell beside your bed and rub your back. You lean into his touch and continue to look at the wall in front of you.

“Who would I get drunk and make Trevor uncomfortable with,” He says as a smile begins forming upon his lips. “ You know, I can’t do that with anyone else. You remember that Annalisa bit ?”

The “Annalisa bit” occurred when You were sick, which doesn’t happen often, and making it to class and college parties wasn’t really an option so Harry went to seek an understudy and Annalisa was his pick. “I found her in the tub of the bathroom asleep after one winecooler” He told you once he got back before plopping right beside you and letting it be known that if you can’t make it too a party he won’t go either because it just wasn’t the same without you.

You didn’t respond yet as you were looking for the strength to just get up “ Or we can always watch a gameplay or a movie or whatever until we feel better, yeah ?” Harry says patiently waiting for your answer. You turn to meet Harry’s emerald green eyes,furrowed brows and small smile in the dimly lit room. Harry searched your eyes as you searched his until you part your lips to speak with a worn expression on your face with a warming smile upon your lips.

“Can we just stay ?” You ask cautiously to which he nods. It takes only a second for Harry to get up and search for a few snacks to pair with some drinks he saved for occasions like these. He never believed in watching a movie without snacks and neither did you. With the snacks in his hand, he goes to sit them on the floor for easy access to then catch with your head bowed as you play with your fingers.

“What’s on your mind, bug ?” He asks, going over to knell beside you again.

“Nothing. Just glad you’re by my side.” Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes get watery. Harry’s faces drops as he notices yours contorting. You clear your throat to speak again until you’re interrupted by his soft voice.

“Come ‘ere.” He gets up and pulls you into an embrace and as though your face against his chest was a trigger you find yourself sobbing.

You couldn’t think about anything except for that day, you felt like you couldn’t even function that day. Harry walked in on you just sitting on the edge of your bed with confusion clouding your mind. The last time you’ve talked to your parents they seemed fine, happier.

Harry rubs your back gently holding you tight enough that you could hear his heart beat and every breathe he takes. It’s almost soothing only you can’t stop thinking about your parents. Harry knew that and it was breaking his heart. He placed a kiss to your forehead as his eyes began to water, that familiar feeling coming about as he remembers the first time he heard his parents were separating.

“I don’t know how I didn’t figure it out,” You choke out and remove your head from under Harry’s chin to look up at him. “I wish I was enough to keep them together.”

“Hey, hey,” Harry says. He takes your face in his hands .”You will always be their girl.”

“But why ?,” you say in a despondent tone. “Why would they just end it ?” His heart sinks again for the hundredth time.” I knew their relationship wasn’t perfect, but why ?”

He hated this so much. He hated to see you look so defeated because you were always so strong despite what you went through, but as though this situation drained all the energy you had, your eyes are low and puffy, and your posture is no longer accentuating confident anymore. He lets the tears that he’s tried to repress fall.

“Maybe they just don’t feel the same way they did around each other anymore ,” Harry speaks honestly, “ When you’re around someone that you love, their smile brightens your day, their laugh is contagious, but even when their not so bubbly or warm you want to experience that with them and the only thing you want to change about the experience is how they felt. I’m sure they had similar feelings towards one another, but feelings fade.” You could only nod as more tears fall and your heart sinks. You knew what he was saying was right, things change and as much you didn’t want things change, things will always change with or without you.

You pull Harry into a tight hug and he can’t help, but hug you just as tight. “Thank you, Harry.”

“Im here, bug.” Harry says. It take a few moments for you both to let go and get ready for the movie. Coraline is always the go-to movie you’d watch when you’d be going through something or nothing, it is definitely your favorite and Harry didn’t mind watching it because of that same reason.

As the movie played, the energy in the room began to settle, you stealing a few glances at Harry while he steals some at you. Neither of you can stop what Harry said just a few moments ago about your parents from flooding his and your mind. As those words flew from his mouth he felt so much emotion behind it as he looked in your eyes and he just knew you felt it too which you did, however anxiety consumed you. You wished to experience him as yours just as much as he did, but your worst fear is losing your best friend so never experiencing Harry in a different light is something you’ve come to terms with. Pulling you out of your thoughts, Harry leans towards you to get your attention.

“Shh you’re making me miss my favorite part.” You lightly push his face away as a light laugh erupts from your mouth.

“The part you’ve seen a million times,” Harry says taking your hand in his, a pout forming upon his lips,” I just want to lay in your lap.”

This was what watching a movie with H is for you and in all honesty it only made you love him more because that’s how he is, always distracting you despite the fact that all you wanted to do was watch the movie. You sigh and clear your lap of your phone for him to lay down.

“Are you happy now ?” You ask as you look down at a very content Harry Styles with his prominent dimples. He nods and focuses on the movie once again.

When the movie finally reaches the end your eyes feel as heavy as Harry’s. Harry raises his head from your lap to look at you.” Feeling any better, bug ?” He asks to which you nod and take in his reassuring smile.

“I’m okay, H, you could head to bed. I might just watch this again.”

“Well I can always stay up with you.”

“No. I just want to say thank. You have been there through everything and I’m sorry if this brought up anything from when your parents were going through it. I just think if I figured this out before they told me I might’ve been able to accept this better,” you shake off the haunting thought before continuing ,” either way, thank you.”

” I will always be there no matter what. You will never have to endure anything alone, y/n y/l/n.” He kisses the top of your head and positions you in between his legs. He pulls you to his chest and lets you lean against him while you shut your eyes.

“When we were young you were such a fashionista, man, with your rainbow shorts and off brand snea-“, you rise up from his chest and turn around swiftly to meet his eyes in amazement. “ You know how much those sneakers meant to me, Styles. Don’t get beat up.”

“Oh ? so you think you could beat me up ?” He returns your expression, straightening his posture. You give him challenging look.

“Oh for fu- we were only playing !” He exclaims. “ And you hit me hard-“ you add.

“And a punch to the gut was your way of solving it, I know.” He laughs aloud at the memory for a moment while you break into a smile. Silence surrounds you both as you and Harry keep your eyes on each other, the smiles fading.

Harry always loved you and the day he pressed his lips against yours only for you to lean into it, you’ve confirmed that you’ve felt the same way. Your tongues brushed each other with such ease and passion, but as soon as you both let go you became hesitant about every move you’ve made because you didn’t know if he really meant to kiss you. I mean he didn’t mean to kiss a lot of girls so you didn’t feel the need to even jeopardize a great friendship for one kiss while he was under the influence.

You break the silence first once a wave of realization washes over you. “ We should get to bed, H.” And with those words you’re getting up with his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“We should talk about this.” Harry gives you a suggesting look. “About what, Harry ?.” You ask as you silently hope it isn’t about you and him.

“About the night we kissed. I mean I kissed you, but you leaned in, love.” The words that leave his mouth makes your lips tingle as they wish to indulge in his taste again.

“And ever since that night, that memory is engraved in my mind and it won’t let up. I can’t sleep because of you so how do you sleep at night ?” You shrug before speaking.

“ I thought I was just another girl, Harry, that you were just doing what you usually do.” You watch him shake his head and disbelief take over his expression. He lets his hand drop from your wrist. “ You told me you didn’t remember so maybe I am just another girl.”

“You’re not.”

“ But you know where I stand on this topic, Harry, so why do you insist on having this conversation ?” You fold your arms as you become slightly frustrated. “When I said all that stuff about your parents and how they must’ve felt towards one another I thought about how I feel abo-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. I just don’t want to talk about this right now.” Before you get the chance walk away Harry’s hand is attached to your wrist again. “ But I do, y/n. I do because I like you a lot and I hate that you won’t even consider being with me despite your list of what-ifs.” Harry says as you pout. You weren’t looking to talk about this, but you didn’t want push this away anymore. If you were going to nip this in the bud you wanted to give him a chance to talk. “If I have this conversation with you and I say no to being with you, do not pester me again okay ?”

“I can’t promise that,”Harry says causing a groan to erupt from your mouth, “Just talk to me.” You take a breathe before obliging.

“I like you too, but my list of what-ifs are very important to me.”

“So enlighten me.”

“Well what-if we don’t work out ?-“

“We will,” Harry replies all to quickly, no doubt detected in his voice,” but if we don’t please hold off on telling me ‘I told you so’.”

“Welp that wasn’t reassuring at all, Styles.” You say as you chuckle. You watch him get up from his seated position and smile down at you.” That’s because I’m not from the future, but when you bunk with Styles,” Harry leans in to place a kiss on your cheek,” I’ll guarantee it will be for awhile.” Your smile brightens and his follows.

“I’m making you smile is that a good sign ?” Harry asks, using his thumb to trace your lips. “I’m scared.” You say lowly to which Harry mouths an ‘I know’. Harry wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you were uncertain about this shift in direction of his and your relationship, however he wasn’t going to let up because he knew why you didn’t want to partake in a relationship with him.

“I’m scared that we won’t get married or have kids-“

“So you started planning beforehand ?-“

“Shut up,” Harry continues as he smirks,” or even just enjoy a few years before those things happen, but I can’t say that I wouldn’t risk it, bug. I want to hold you and not just on days where you feel alone or sad, but days I just want to hold you. I want to kiss your lips and every inch of that pretty little face of yours and tell you everyday how much you mean to me.”

“And on days you don’t want too do that ?” You ask as you began to feel overwhelmed with emotion. Your eyes get watery again and your heart beat quickens. Harry wipes the tears before they fall.

“I’ll do it anyway and if I don’t or I do something wrong I want you to tell me. I want you to tell me if I’m being a jerk or an ass or if I just pissed you off. I take criticism very well.” You stifle a laugh.

“No, you don’t.” You say and Harry gives you an amusing look. “ I do so ,y/l/n.” Harry replies to which you shake your head. You remember a time where this art teacher you both had assigned a project which instructed you, Harry and your peers too draw a portrait of a person among the class. Harry picked me as said person to draw, however the person on the paper looked nothing like me and our teacher was sure to point that out. Harry just let that go after so many years. You blink just a few times before Harry moves on with a ‘fine’ and goes on about the task at hand.

“ A penny for more of your thoughts ?” Harry asks. “ What if we don’t work out and stop being friends ?” Your breathe is shaky as this question comes out of your mouth. You are scared of losing him in anyway shape or form and Harry senses that, his playfulness gone as he allows you to set the tone. He drags you over to your bed and sits down beside you as his thumb caresses the back of your hand. “ Then we don’t,” you interrupt him with a sigh dripping in disappointment,”But look I just want to enjoy you while you enjoy me. I want to sit and watch movies with you all day, go on cute dates maybe even pick out a few outfits for you to wear on them. I want you to love yourself while I love myself while we work on loving each other. No expectations, no talks of the future. I want you here with me right now.” He places your hand against his lips. “Okay ?” Harry asks, but you pause taking in everything before you respond.

You’ve always wanted to say yes and just live in the moment, but you knew you couldn’t because that just wasn’t you, however that was Harry. He balanced you out and made you feel comfortable, stop you from overthinking and has made everything that has mentally held you back no longer do that anymore. It is going to take time to adjust, but you nod your head slowly, confirming that you understand. You don’t want to give up this opportunity and you aren’t going too. As your nodding that shit eating grin takes over his once neutral expression. You return the smile with a small one, one of slight caution, but excitement of how this will go.

“So ask me.” You say to which Harry improves his posture and takes a deep breathe.” Will you, y/n y/l/n, be my girlfriend ?” Harry stares at you in such awe. “Yes, Harry Styles, I do.” You say and in one swift move Harry is picking you up and expelling words of joy all at the same time. You squeal in his arms and wrap yours around him. The moment is over once he puts you down to take in your face, feeling of adoration overcoming both of you, but the look on your face fails to hide your uncertainty.

“I don’t like change, Harold.”

“Everything’s still the same, nothing changes. Except now, I get to hold you, and kiss you, and show you much I love you.” You pull Harry into an embrace and silently hope for the best.

#stellarboystyles3years #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #stellarboystyles

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whatwouldyourbiasdo · 4 years

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Finding Cinderella | Series | Prologue

Title: Finding Cinderella

Pairings: Donghae x reader,(Primary) Heechul x reader (Secondary), Kyuhyun x reader (Secondary)

Author’s Note: I have been planning this story for a while but have been battling many writers’ blocks in doing so. This story will mainly focus on Donghae and the reader but will have branching stories between Heechul, Kyuhyun and two secondary OC characters.

Sidenote: Yes, this series will include Kangin and Sungmin. This was originally started back when the two of them were still active members and in my heart they will always be members so I will include them wherever I see fit.

Taglist: Make sure to send us a message if you want to be tagged in future updates on this story

“I can’t believe we won again,” Leeteuk beamed as he and his members made their way to their dressing room, just having finishing yet another music show where their latest single was voted number one of the week.

“I can,” Heechul replied with a pleased smirk curling his lips. “Our fans are amazing, they can make anything happen!”

“But three weeks in a row?” The eldest by just a couple of days let out a soft sigh, “I’m almost feeling sorry for our hoobaes who are working just as hard.”

“Almost being the key word, right?” Kangin joked as he nudged their leader.

It wasn’t like they considered themselves better than others just because of seniority, they were still genuinely surprised and humbled that their fans were still supporting them after all this time and that after so many years they were still able to get to the top. It didn’t mean that they put in less effort than the younger and newer groups that were promoting at the same time.

“It’s thanks to us and our fans that SM was persuaded to throw that party next week.” the second eldest bragged as he casually draped himself on the couch as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Hyung, you are definitely too much,” Ryeowook laughed as turned to the mirror to check his hair, even after the recording and the performing was done he still wanted to look his best. He was a public figure after all.

“What? Am I wrong?”

“It’s not just because of us,” Sungmin nodded in agreement to the second youngest member. “SNSD did really well with their comeback last month, and people are already excited for EXO’s new song and they haven’t even released a teaser yet!”

“Ey, you guys are no fun!” He clicked his tongue in complaint as he circled the phone around his face to find the right angle for a selfie. It had been a whole three hours without updating his SNS and that just simply wouldn’t do. “Ah, too good looking...”

“Humble as ever.” Yesung chuckled at the slightly older male’s antics as he finished packing his own things. “Let’s grab dinner on our way back.”

“Yes! Food! Man, I’m starving!” Eunhyuk whined as he dramatically rubbed his stomach. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast!”

“What about the snacks from the food truck our fans prepared?” Shindong nudged his fellow dancing machine. “You ate more than all of us together, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t!” He denied quickly. “Kyu ate more than me, there was barely any left for the staff after he went through it!”

The youngest in the room glanced up from his phone upon hearing his name and feigned innocence as he was just partially paying attention to what his members were discussing. “Whatever it is you’re accusing me of, it probably was Donghae hyung!”

“What? Why me?” He piped up from the corner of the couch as he stared at the youngest member.

“Because it’s always you,” Eunhyuk decided to join in as he poked his best friend’s head.

“It’s not always me!” He pouted, he wasn’t even sure what exactly they were accusing him off but he definitely denied any accusations that believed he was always to blame. If anything he was one of the most innocent members, sometimes a bit naive perhaps but definitely innocent.

“Just accept it. If things happen, you’re always in the neighborhood,” Eunhyuk continued to tease him as Kyuhyun nodded in agreement.

“That’s why I’m always stuck taking care of you,” Heechul decided to join in the teasing, he had probably known the young idol the longest out of all of them considering their trainee history. After all, he was one of the people who begged him to stay with the company when he was ready to give up on making his debut as an idol.

“Hey, I am totally innocent! I even have an alibi, just ask Siwon!” Donghae protested as he pointed at the taller member on the other side, who was listening in to his members chatting in silent amusement. “Yah, tell them what I was doing.”

“Me?” Siwon looked genuinely surprised as he pointed at himself, he should have known he was going to get dragged into the conversation one way or another. “Ah… Well, you were back here for a long time so I suppose you couldn’t have been eating all of the food…”

“See?!” Donghae’s voice only grew louder as he felt supported in his plea for innocence.

“Why were you back here for so long if not to hide yourself and eat all the food?” Kyuhyun questioned with an accusing tone of voice.

Donghae didn’t hesitate to answer his question, “Pooping.”

A flood of laughter and complaints erupted from the group, whether it was the sheer seriousness and even a hint of pride in which he had proclaimed his actions, or the fact that he brought up the subject carelessly though his members didn’t exactly wanted to know that much detail.

“What? What?!” He kept complaining as he tried to raise his voice above all the others. “It’s a normal thing to do, you know!”

“You don’t need to proclaim it so loud and proud, ya know!” Heechul replied with the same complaining tone of voice. “I don’t need to think of you pooping, thank you very much!”

“Well blame Kyuhyun and Hyukjae, they asked for it!”

It took Kangin two seconds to raise his hand and whack Eunhyuk’s head as punishment for a question he hadn’t even asked personally. As the younger male looked up at the broader man and rubbed the back of his head, Kangin hissed at him in a semi-serious manner. “Don’t encourage that!”

“Yah, yah, yah, Kyuhyun started it!” He muttered as he casually shuffled away from the older member, his lips curling into a pout as Donghae looked at him with a pleased smirk on his face.

“Guess who’ll be cleaning up the dishes tonight,” Shindong had promptly placed his hand on the youngest member’s shoulder, who thought he had escaped the situation unscathed. But as he was busy laughing at the outcome of his set up, the older male had made his way over and was just ever so threateningly squeezing his shoulder in his hand. “Any other jokes, maknae?”

“Okay, c’mon guys!” For as much as Leeteuk enjoyed his members’ antics, he felt it was his responsibility to settle them down when things got too crazy. With a minimum of eleven members together most of the time, energy was as contagious as a common virus which was surprising considering the heavy packed schedules they’ve had ever since they started preparing for this comeback. “Let’s go eat before we lose our appetite thanks to Donghae!”

“Yah! They started it!” Donghae continued to complain as the group slowly got up from their seat and one by one headed for the exit. “It’s a perfectly normal thing!”

“Of course it is,” Siwon agreed in means of assuring him. “But that doesn’t mean we need to know about it.”

“You too, Siwon? You too?” Finally he let out a sigh of defeat, there was just no arguing with these guys when they all banded together.

#donghae #super junior #super junior donghae #super junior scenario #super junior scenarios #super junior imagine #super junior story #donghae scenario #donghae scenarios #donghae imagine #donghae story

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thecreelhouse · 4 years

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Kill the Lights // Chapter 13

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Read chapter 12 here!

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokinetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 2,624

Content warnings: cursing, soooome season 3 spoilers?, angst???, a whole boatload of eMoTiOnS*~*~*

Author’s note: we’re coming to the end!! Soon!! I’m kinda sad about this ending, and it’ll be either next chapter or the chapter after that. Don’t wanna drag it out too long but want it to fall in the timeline of season 3. Speaking of- I said it before, I’ll say it again- the dialouge isn’t perfectly canon, in fact, not even close in this chapter. Tweaked it for Violet’s storyline. Hope y’all are cool with that lol, and hope you enjoy it!! Chapter title is from ‘born to lose’ by sleigh bells btw!!

Chapter 13: Born To Lose

Violet was handed the babysitter title for Steve and Robin as they crashed down from their high, and she was less than thrilled. All she wanted was to rest, but the two idiots she was stuck watching over wanted anything but.

Sprinting out of the theater to follow her looped up friends, Violet was more than ready for Dustin and Erica to meet back up with them so they could all just go home already. She watched Robin and Steve fight over the water fountain like children, stare up at the glass ceiling of the mall like absolute ding dongs, only to get sick from the drugs and run to the bathroom from there. Violet reluctantly followed, hoping this was the start of the end of their high antics. She also secretly wished the drugs she was given had that effect on her instead of all this pain.

“Guys? You two okay?” Violet asked as she opened the door, finding Steve and Robin in two separate stalls, slumped over the toilets as they puked any remainder of the chemicals in their bodies. Violet winced at the sight, suddenly hyper aware of the lights in the bathroom and how painfully bright they were. She ducked under the sinks, hoping the little bit of shadow would ease her oncoming headache.

Silence passed for a bit before Robin was the first to speak up, trying to take her mind off of the dizzying feeling that still lingered. “So... Vi... you’ve had those powers all this time?”

Violet, now laying on the dirty yet refreshingly cold tile floor, tilted her head towards her friend. “Mhm” She hummed. “For as long as I can remember now.”

Steve turned to look at his girlfriend, eyes growing wide at her state, in clear view under the bright lights. “Violet, what the hell happened down there?”

“I don’t- I’m not sure, really. I was barely conscious for most of it... and when I was, it was a nightmare.” She whispered, not wanting to talk about it but knowing she had to. “The dreams were right, they came true. They were flashes of what ended up happening to me. What happened to you guys. They were useless, because I couldn’t even use them to prevent any of this from happening.”

“That’s not your fault, Vi.” Steve reassured her, still keeping his distance in case he became nauseous again. “How did you even end up there?”

“I don’t really know that either. I think I was attacked before I tried to go home, and then I woke up down there. I think someone had been watching me. I’ve been so reckless with my powers, I should have known better. I- I thought I was back at the lab, at first.”

Steve pushed himself across the floor, not caring about how he was feeling anymore, and reached for Violet’s hand.

“You couldn’t have known. Even if you did fully know, it wouldn’t have stopped whatever the hell they’ve been doing down there.” He tried reassuring her again. “I should have been protecting you, and I fucked that up.”

Violet sat up quickly, shaking her head, hating to hear that kind of blame spill from his lips. She grabbed his face, forcing his eyes to fall on hers.

“Don’t you dare start. You had no idea either. I didn’t keep anyone safe, but if I can’t blame myself and throw a pity party, you can’t either, Harrington.” Violet sternly stated. Steve tried to look away, but Violet’s gentle shake brought his eyes back. “I’m just glad you’re okay. All of you. I don’t know what I would have done if I would have lost you guys.”

“Yeah, thanks for not killing us down there, either.” Robin, now leaning against the tile wall, spoke up again, breaking the tension between the couple. “You kept us safe then, give yourself more credit.”

Violet turned to face her, eyes glassy. “I was so scared I couldn’t fight off the drugs anymore, I thought they could control me still. I think I used the last of my energy on them and the guards... otherwise I’d offer to heal either of your injuries- I can’t even heal mine-“

“I dunno, I feel pretty badass with this swollen eye.” Steve joked, and a smile finally appeared on Violet’s face as she playfully swatted his arm.

“Hey, while we’re having honesty hour in here, can I tell you guys something?” Robin asked as the laughter between the three of them died down. Silently, both Steve and Violet nodded, signaling Robin to continue. She took a deep breath, shutting her eyes, afraid to see their reactions.

“I’m scared you guys will hate me-“

“Robin, we could never,” Violet said, and Steve furiously nodded, worried about his friend.

Robin looked to her shoes, afraid to look either of them in the eye as she whispered out, “I’m... gay.”

A beat of silence passed before Steve spoke first, “Wait, really?” Robin nodded, biting her lip, and finally looking up, still nervous, but glancing over at Violet now.

It hit Violet like a freight train, though. Happy, at first, for her friend for being so brave, but short lived as she became horrified and embarrassed thinking back to a memory- a very certain memory in June- and buried her head in her hands.

“Robin, I just realized- I- I’m so sorry-“

Steve, confused, kept glancing back and forth between the two, bringing laughter out of Robin again. Steve asked, “Okay, what am I missing, here?”

“Vi- it’s okay-“

“I was so drunk!-“

“So was I! It’s really okay-“

“Wait-“ Steve interjected, finally putting the pieces together, “is this what I think it’s about?”

Robin, now hysterically laughing at how utterly ridiculous this entire situation was, could only nod. Giggles bubbled up out of Violet, face still beet red as she was embarrassed, finally uncovering her face. Steve’s jaw dropped.

“This is so fucking funny.” Robin laughed out, and Violet ran a hand down her face, a mannerism she picked up from living with Hopper the last few months.

“It wasn’t serious-“

“I know, I was just drunk and bored too.” She giggled, then turned to Steve. “Sorry, man, Vi’s just really pretty.”

A beat passed before Steve began laughing loudly himself, falling back over on the floor. “I can’t believe you kissed my girlfriend before I did! And you still were a solid wingman!”

“Wing woman, excuse you.” Violet corrected him, the embarrasment finally rolling off of her back.

At that point, all three of them were lost in laughter, genuine laughter, something they needed after the hell they were just through and back. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation was almost enough to make them forget they had worse troubles waiting for them on the horizon.

The door slammed open, with Erica and Dustin staring at the trio, bewildered by the sight of them literally rolling around the floor in fits of giggles.

“Okay, what the hell?” Dustin snapped at them. “Did you guys forget we have Russian soldiers we still have to sneak past?”

That seemed to be enough to sober the three of them up, silencing the contagious giggling. Violet crawled out from under the sinks, Steve and Robin standing up next to her.

“So, what do we do?” Violet asked the younger boy.

“Wait for the movie to let out, then try to blend in with the crowd.”

And that they tried, blending almost successfully with the crowd of moviegoers as they exited the theater. That was, until, they noticed the frighteningly tall guards checking IDs at every exit of the mall.

“Go, go, go!” Dustin yelled, sprinting past the guards while everyone followed. Violet shot sparks out from her fingers with whatever energy she had left, trying to hold them off. She didn’t care if anyone else saw, her main priority was protecting the people she loved. It didn’t seem to phase the guards, though, even if they were hit.

They slid down the escalator, making their way to hide behind one of the counters in the food court. All five of them fell silent, trying as best as possible to stay hidden. Violet began to panic, knowing how depleted her energy was, not enough to manifest into using her powers to take them out. Steve noticed the fear on her face, and grabbed her hand, squeezing it, trying to reassure her that whatever the outcome, it would be alright. They tried their best, Violet did her best.

Squeezing her eyes shut and praying for a quick death, Violet held her breath, only to gasp as yelling and a loud crash echoed just a few feet away from them. As silence fell again, she cautiously got up first, the rest of the group following her, seeing as it was safe. Violet saw a car toppled over onto the guards’ bodies, lost as to how it took them out, until-

“Eleven!” Violet cried out as her eyes landed on her little sister, surrounded by her friends in the second floor above. They rushed down to the first level, and Violet noticed El was struggling to walk, let alone run like some of her friends did. She sprinted over to her sister, stealing her into a bear hug.

“I was so scared you were gone. I saw you- but I couldn’t find you- I thought you were back at the lab-“

“I know, so did I, I’m so sorry kiddo. That Russian base was just as terrifying as the lab” Violet squeezed her sister tighter, afraid like letting her go would separate them for good.

El’s eyes were glassy as she pulled back a bit, “I’m just glad you’re safe, Vi. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Me the hell too.” Violet exhaled, noticing El’s leg, and her face winced again. “You don’t look too good, though. What the fuck happened?”

“She got bit, bad. Something is in the wound.” Mike spoke up. “Can you heal her?”

Violet frowned, “I’m not sure- I used up my energy, I think. I’ve never had a moment where my powers haven’t worked before. Not ‘til now, at least. I can at least try?”

Mike helped El lower to the ground, and the rest of the group crowded around her as Violet began trying to heal the nasty gash on her sister’s leg. The familiar, soft glow radiated from Violet’s palms, but wouldn’t hold. She tried again, but it began to dim with each attempt.

“God dammit!” Violet shouted, frustrated with her body for giving up now.

“We’re going to have to get it out of her another way, we need a knife or something-“

“No! What the fuck?” Violet snapped, not even paying attention to who suggested it at that point.

“Violet, it’s okay, I- I think I can do it.” El spoke up, voice shaking. She put her bravest face on, trying to hide how terrified she was herself. Violet knew there was no better option at that point, and reached for El’s free hand, grasping tightly.

El outstretched her other hand directly above the deep wound, using her powers to pull out whatever the hell didn’t belong in there. She let out a bloodcurdling scream, squeezing Violet’s hand as she continued to reach further into the cut. Finally, whatever it was came free, and El screamed as she threw it across the room. Violet tucked her arms around her sister, trying to help her calm down as she sobbed in pain. Neither noticed Hopper, Joyce, and Murray come in, until Hopper’s foot slammed down onto the small creature once trapped in El’s leg.

As the adults began to fill in the teens and kids on what happened on their end, and vice versa, Violet began to feel relief finally wash over her. It was like she held her breath since being stuck in the underground base, and she finally exhaled again.

Violet was surrounded by friends, surrounded by her family. Safe, safe, safe. It was okay now, things were okay, at least in this very moment. In her heart and her mind, though, she knew worse was waiting for her in the very near future. Nothing could brace her for what would happen next.

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While discussing their next steps in the plan, whatever the hell that plan was going to be, Hopper took his girls aside to talk to them alone. Sitting away from the others, he pulled them both in a bear hug.

“You both know how to scare the shit of me. Ain’t nothin in those parenting books about that.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Where the hell have you been?” He asked Violet, frowning at how exhausted she looked.

“Where you guys are headed. You were right, Hopper. I should have been more careful with my powers. They knew, they saw me and used me for their sick plans-“

“Hey, hey, hey, none of that.” He hugged her again, stopping her flow of thought. “You two are both here and okay, and I’m grateful for that. You made it back out, Violet, and you helped your friends. Don’t know many kids your age who would do the same.”

Violet nodded, taking his words to heart, trying to calm down.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but you two need to look out for each other, alright?” He spoke, glancing down at El, then back at Violet, and watched confusion spread across their faces.

“What? Why are you talking like that?” El asked.

“Just in case. We don’t know what all could happen. I don’t say it enough how much I love you two, and how proud of you girls I am.” He said, shrugging, as if his concern was nothing.

“Shut it, dad.” Violet spoke up, shocked in herself for calling him that the first time. “You’re gonna be fine. You have to be. We still have to annoy and scare you until the end of your days.”

Hopper laughed, ruffling his oldest daughter’s hair. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right kid.”

Violet gave him one more hug before giving him and El space to talk on their own. She tried her best to shake what he said, but it anxiously sat in the back of her mind as she made her way over to Steve.

“You should go home, go rest.” Steve said, wrapping his arms around her. Violet pulled back, brows furrowed.

“What? No way, no fucking way.” She replied, confused as to why he’d even suggest it.

“Vi, you’ve been awake for too long now. Your powers are drained. You need sleep.”

“Yeah, but I’d be damned if I left your side tonight. No way, Harrington.”

Steve sighed, hand coming up to cradle the side of her face. Violet leaned into his touch.

“You, Violet Hopper, are the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.”

“Maybe so, but you, Steve Harrington, love me anyway.” She playfully shot back, and Steve’s eyes widened.

“Shit. Did I say something while drugged?”

“Yep-“ Violet smirked. “You told me, and I quote: “You could snap my neck any day, and I’d still love you.””

“Fuck.” Steve sighed, ducking his head into her shoulder. “I definitely wanted the first time to be more romantic than that.”

Violet giggled before gently pulling him into a short, sweet kiss. “You could snap my neck any day too- even though I highly doubt you actually could- and I’d still love you right back, Steve.”

Steve’s face blushed up before he pulled her back in for another kiss, filled in with smiles from the both of them. They held each other close, cherishing the moment and safety between one another, before the worst they’ve been expecting was just nearly there.

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and-justice-for-zoisite · 5 years

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~Ocean Eyes~ (Benny Weir x Reader) Part 3

Series Masterlist // Official Masterlist

Summary: After you all catch a movie, you decide to spend a few hours at the mall since, according to Erica and Sarah, it’s the best time to be there. But, your suspicions of believing that Benny knew something that you wish he didn’t are confirmed when he confronts you about it...

Surprisingly to you, the movie was great! You weren’t sure if you were going to enjoy it considering you couldn’t sit through much of the Star Trek series when it was presented to you, but you were glad you were able to watch Star wars because you enjoyed it very much.

Exiting the cinema with a goofy smile, you had almost completely forgotten about your eyes when you turned to Benny. “Wowie! That was great! I’m so glad I watched that, who knew sci-fi could be so amazing?” You gushed, probably a little too excited over such a small thing. The sparkle in your Ocean eyes caused Benny to smile. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all, but he wasn’t just gonna count on the good feeling he got from seeing you happy for his judgement, he knew he was gonna need a little more proof. “I’m really glad you enjoyed it, you looked like you needed a friend at lunch yesterday. We’re not to weird for you...are we?” He asked, yourself shaking your head rapidly. “I’ll admit, Rory could use a lesson on personal space, but otherwise, you guys are perfect.” You giggled, causing the green eyed boy to copy the contagious action as you all walked out of the theaters.

“Hey, we should all go to the mall!” Sarah suggested, yourself cocking a brow at the statement. “..But it’s six o’clock.” You pointed out. “Yeah, that’s the best time to be out shopping! Unless you have better things to do.” Erica said. “O-of course I don’t, it’d be fun anyways.” You said as you smiled nervously. “Alrighty then, let’s go!” Rory said excitedly, everyone nodding in agreement as you all began on your way.

As you entered the automatic sliding doors which led to the interior of the mall, you took in the rather unfamiliar surroundings like a small fish in a big sea. Before this you had only ever been twice, and that was to buy your favorite snacks until they had started stocking them in the main grocery store in town. It made you feel so small being there, especially since you were still up for hiding your eyes as best you could under the circumstances.

“Ok, Sarah and I are gonna go look at shoes and dresses, would you like to join us (Y/N)?” Erica asked. You blushed in embarrassment as you hid your hands behind your back. “W-well...I-I’m more into uhh...v...video games...” You said quietly, Rory pumping his fist as he cheered. “Yes!! She’s hot, AND a geek! Score!!” You blushed even more as you giggled at his behavior, it was obvious you were becoming infatuated by the energetic blonde, something everyone around you found quite hard to believe since he was so immature. “Alright, you can go geek it up with the boys (*insert “me and The boys” meme*) and we’ll meet at the food court in half an hour for dinner.” Sarah said, the two groups splitting off and heading in separate directions.

The first place you headed off to was the game-stop, quite an obvious choice considering all of your interests. As soon as you had made it, all four of you went of running around the store like sugar-high kids.

Since you were honestly more of a movie nerd than a game nerd, you decided to browse through the vinyl pop figurines, hoping to find any which belonged to classics. That was when you spotted a collection that you favored out of all of them. Sitting upon the shelf was all six figurines made for the film “The Dark Crystal”, the best movie of them all next to “The Exorcist” and “Labyrinth” in your opinion. It was as if they were calling your name, begging to be bought and placed on the already quite crowded pop culture shelf you had at home. It was a good thing you inherited quite a lot of money from your family when they passed, all those valuable demon euros converted into human money made you much more money than you knew what to do with. This was a perfect excuse to spend it.

Carefully, you pulled each box off the shelf one by one, making sure to balance them all before you took any steps. That was when Benny rolled around the corner, raising a brow at all the figurines you were holding. “Woah, why so many?” He asked. “These are all the Pop Vinyl figurines made for one of my favorite movies, The Dark Crystal. I really just couldn’t resist.” You said happily as you began your way to the counter. “The...Dark Crystal?” Benny asked. “Yeah, it’s a classic movie, made in 1982. It was made by the same guy who made The Muppets. It delves into more of a Fantasy genre so I wouldn’t expect you to ever watch it considering you seem a lot more into Sci-fi.” You explained as you placed your desired purchases onto the counter for the clerk to scan. “Well, I mean, sure, Sci-fi is my favorite. But, I do tend to indulge in a bit of fantasy every now and then.” He said as a matter of factually, yourself giggling as you handed the man behind the counter your credit card. “Well, I suppose you might end up enjoying it if you were to watch it. But I’ll tell you now, there ain’t no Jedi's or Space ships in it.” You joked, the boy laughing as the two of you began walking out of the shop, completely forgetting that you guys had two other friends you were supposed to be waiting for.

Benny didn’t see it. After getting to know you a little, he didn’t at all understand how you could’ve been a pure blooded demon. You had normal interests, normal hobbies, and surprisingly good social skills. However, he was aware that if Ethan really did have that vision, and if there was really oceans in your eyes, then he’d have to hinge off of that and figure everything out.

After a bit of strolling, you two reached an area which seemed deserted, no one around to witness what was about to go down. He walked you into a little lounge area, where shoppers would usually sit to sort their shopping, where there was no exit beside the one behind Benny.

In confusion, you turned around to face Benny, about to ask him a question when he pulled out a book. The symbol placed on the cover caused a terrified gasp to escape your lips as you backed yourself against the wall and held your right hand up. “Stay back! Stay away from me you horrid Wiccan!” You shouted as a ball of bright blue glowing energy formed in your hand, Benny opening his book. “I’ve known, ever since I saw your eyes, what you are...I never thought I’d see a pure-blood demon in my lifetime.” He said, causing you to growl lowly as you felt your ears begin to point through your beanie and your canine teeth grow to meet your bottom lip. “I was so stupid to let myself be manipulated by a dirty wiccan...and to think I thought I’d started to make friends. I bet you have the others in on exterminating me as well!” You shouted. “Look, only Sarah and Ethan know...Ethan found out because he’s a seer, he had a vision when he touched your books, a vision you need to see.” He explained, making you scoff as you shook your head. “How do I know that you’re not just gonna freeze me? Your people are dirty and I wouldn’t be surprised.” Benny sighed as he looked into your ocean eyes, watching as the waves overlapped each other in a violent way to indicate the anger circulating through your body. Slowly, he raised his hand. “posuit animam suam in corpus illius....” He mumbled before a beam of light shot through his palm and into your head. You stumbled back from the sudden force, and you felt your vision go blurry until everything went black for a moment.

You fluttered your eyelids open and almost instantly felt the unease in the air as you looked around. The place you were in was unfamiliar, it was a small, dark room, nothing but the mysterious blue glow which centered the room. Upon further investigation, you realized that it was a person sitting in a chair, tied up and bound by chains. But to your horror, it was you, your glowing blue tears as the only light and your whimpers the only sound bouncing off the walls. That was when a sickeningly familiar face entered the scene, her face still as twisted as you remembered. “It’s time, you foul scum.” She seethed, the you which was sitting in the chair lifting your head fast and shaking your head. “obsecro...” she pleaded in Latin, yourself instantly being able to translate. “...please?” You asked yourself, even though she couldn’t hear you. “Don’t even bother, I have no mercy for you.” The old hag growled as she picked up an all too familiar tool from a table to the side. “nihil...obsecro!!” the other you screamed, squirming desperately. “Shut up and stay...still.” The woman said as she grabbed the girl’s face roughly and slowly began etching the tool under her left eye. “Nihil!! prohibere!!!!” she screamed. But it was too late, the other you’s eye had cleaning popped out of it’s socket. You felt as though you were going to be sick, but unconsciousness beat that feeling as you passed out and fell to the ground.

You screamed as your eyes shot open, panic completely numbing your senses as you found it difficult to find yourself again. “Woah woah woah, it’s ok (Y/n), calm down.” You heard a slightly comforting voice try to reason with you, calming your screams to panicked gasps as you felt tears well up in your eyes. Upon regaining consciousness of where you were, you saw a very worried looking Benny kneeling down in front of you while you were sat on the floor and against the wall. Taking in a shaky breath, you let go of your tears and began sobbing loudly, completely horrified by the awfully real feeling vision. Benny carefully placed a hand on your shoulder as he managed to look into your eyes. “(Y/n)...I know what happened with your family...my grandma, she was the one who saved you. Look, I know you’ve had bad experiences with people like me..uh, ‘wiccan’s’, as you call us, but I promise you, my intentions are good, and we’re gonna make sure nothing bad happens to you.” He said softly. Without thinking, you threw your arms around the boy and buried your face into his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt muffling your loud cries. Benny didn’t seem at all surprised when you did this as he slowly wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin atop your head. He figured you needed a loving hug, he didn’t think you had ever had one since your family, that would’ve been for a good fifty years you were hug deprived. The two of you stayed like that until you were calmed enough, Benny pulling away slightly so he could look you in the eyes again. Not to be cliche, but He couldn’t help but notice how pretty the tears which had stained your cheeks were, they made your face glow and sparkle, and they almost made him forget all the nasty things he had heard about your species as he cupped your cheek and used his thumb to wipe away a tear which was still falling. “Alright, so there’s this little ice-cream parlor just outside the mall that we could maybe go to. Y’know, ice-cream always makes me feel better.” The brunette said softly, making you sniffle and giggle as you wiped more of your tears away. “Are you asking me on a date?” You asked jokingly. “Will you punch me if it is?” He asked, causing a small fit of laughter to erupt from your lips as you hit him gently. “Just take me out already lover-boy.” You said, the two of you laughing before he helped you up and you both began your way to where the boy had spoken of, even though that meant leaving your friends behind.

It didn’t take you very long to arrive at the little ice-cream parlor, and surprisingly there were still people sitting at some tables, none of which you knew however. The two of you took a seat in a booth and eventually a waiter came by, pen in one hand, notepad in the other and his hair neatly slicked back. “May I take your order?” He asked in a friendly tone. “Two chocolate sundaes and lemonades please.” Benny ordered, the man nodding as he wrote it down. “We’ll get you your order in just a few moments.” And with that, he left to the counter.

In that moment, you turned to Benny with a curious look in your eyes. “So, what exactly are you?” You asked. “A Spell-caster, I don’t know if there’s much more to it. I mean, anyone could be a spell-caster if they had a book, so it’s not that exciting.” The brunette explained. “No, it is. I often dream of having hands which can give me anything I please with some form of words.” You sighed, Benny cocking a brow at this. “But I thought Pure-blood demons had that sort of power.” He said. “Did your granny tell you that?” You asked with a small laugh as Benny nodded. “No, no no no...there’s a lot told about us that’s incorrect. Pure-bloods are only allowed to conjure things which are direly needed, not things we desire. If we were to act on a selfish want, then we’d be transformed into an impure-blood for the rest of eternity.” You explained. “Wait...then that means...” Benny began. “That a lot of the legends told about us are untrue? I’m aware. About Half the facts in any book written on my species are false, like that we crave anything greed driven and that we’re violent creatures. We aren’t, we really aren’t.” You sighed, resting your cheek in your palm. “Then...what is true about you?” Benny asked. “Well, tell me any facts you’re unsure of and I’ll tell you truth from lie.” you suggested, the boy tilting his head in a thoughtful manner. “Alright, I’ve got quite a few I’m curious about...”

And with that, the two of you talked the night away, receiving your orders at least 5 minutes after the interrogation began. Within the hours Benny had spent with you, he learned so much about who you really were and how your species worked. A lot of it was quite shocking to hear, many legends about you he had been raised with were in fact false, and quite a few facts had also been lies. But on the other hand, it was fascinating to learn of your culture and customs.

The time was now 10:30 pm. Everyone else who had occupied some of the other chairs in the shop were now gone, leaving only the two of you plus a few of the late night employees to finish their shifts. You and Benny were quite tired, and so were the employees who’d usually finish early, but the brunette boy was too intrigued to finish the conversation.

“So...witches don’t use your blood as perfume?” He asked, yourself laughing as you shook your head. “Of course not doof. The healing and anti-aging properties would turn them into a baby again.” You explained. “Well, if that’s the case, you could get a pint of your blood, put it in a spray bottle, and use it against any witches that try to murder you! After all, they can’t fight you if they’re babies.” He joked, only causing more fits of laughter to escape your lips. “You’re such a dork.” You teased, the boy chuckling as he looked down with that adorable smile of his.

There was a small silence as you looked up at the little clock which hung on the wall, your eyes widening at the time you had seen.

“God Benny! It’s 10:30 ! We’ve been here for 4 hours!” You exclaimed, the boy seemingly also quite shock. “Damn it! Grandma isn’t gonna come out and pick me up this late.” He sighed. “Y’know, my house isn’t that far from here, it’s only a 10 minute walk. You could stay the night if you’d like.”

“Are you sure that’d be ok? I wouldn’t wanna be intruding or anything.” He said as he cocked a brow.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t be intruding, I’m the only one who lives there.” You sighed, the boy giving you a sympathetic look before he touched your arm softly.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

A/n: FINALLY I DID IT. Sorry for the wait y’all, but here you go. Just so y’all know I’m working on a NSFW Sub!Benny x Reader Headcannon thingy so if you’re into that shit then keep a lookout!

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twinkletoes-rp · 4 years

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Naruto AU “Surface Breaker” Ch. 1 - Awakening

Fandom: Naruto Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, (Found) Family Rating: T (to be safe) Relationships: Naruto Uzumaki & Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki & Sakura Haruno, Naruto Uzumaki & Konoha 11, Naruto Uzumaki & Everyone, Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke Uchiha (mentioned) Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Sakura Haruno, Konoha 11, Sasuke Uchiha (mentioned) Words: 4,456

Summary: AU/Canon Divergence post-Shippuden 215. When Naruto nearly dies at Sasuke’s hands for a second time, he makes the heartrending decision to finally heed his dead master’s advice and let the Uchiha go. Healing and moving on are never easy, but luckily, Naruto has a whole village (and even those outside it) to aid and love him along the way.

Canon Divergence start: Different from the actual episode, Naruto and Sasuke's fight goes on a lot longer and is way deadlier. It ends up a fight to the death. The only reason they both survive is because Tobi swoops in to steal Sasuke away, and Naruto passes out a second later. That's where the fic opens.

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“Naruto!”

He remembers coughing up blood, a lot of it, and then…his eyelids were so heavy…

“I can’t… We have to…the village…”

He remembers hands on him. Warm and slick and…shaking…

“Stay awake, Naruto…”

He remembers intense pain shooting through him, coughing up more blood…

“Hold on!”

He remembers rushing paws, so many and so loud it became a roar…

“Just a little farther! You can…”

He remembers being set on something soft and cold, tasting more blood…

“Come on, Naruto… You’re…be Hokage…”

He remembers pounding feet and familiar voices barking orders…

“Don’t you dare… Stay with me, you stubborn…”

He remembers machines screeching and a well of grudgingly-protective rage surging through him…

Don’t give up, brat!

And then…nothing.

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When Naruto wakes, it’s to sights, sounds, and sensations that are becoming more and more familiar over the years.

Machines beep into an otherwise silent, still room. Sterile floors and walls in dull colors that are supposed to relax and provide a sense of calm. Chemicals most might not be able to smell, the pinch of an IV, a few actually, in his arm. Slightly itchy white sheets and a starchy blue hospital gown that’s too big for his small frame. Bandages cover almost every part of him, and he thinks one of his arms might be in a sling – or at least, bound to his side temporarily. Some seriously strong pain meds must be in his system because, at least for the moment, he doesn’t feel even a fraction of the pain he’s sure he should be in. Sakura or Granny Tsunade, maybe both, must have ordered that for him. He’s grateful.

Giving his body a few minutes to adjust to being awake after…who knows how long, he turns his head slowly to look around. He almost regrets it when his vision swims, but something else he notices almost immediately takes precedence.

Body heat at his elbow. There’s…someone else here…?

For a split second, his heart rate spikes, but it calms just as quickly. His vision might not be clear yet, but he can tell from the steady heartbeat and gentle breathing that whoever it is isn’t here to hurt him. Besides, if the splotches of color he can make out are right, he thinks he knows who it is anyway, and in that case, he’s definitely not worried.

When he can finally see, Naruto can’t help but smile, what little he can manage anyway. He was right. It’s Shikamaru, fast asleep at his side with his face in his arms. Naruto breathes a laugh. It’s the same way he used to sleep in class at the Academy when they were kids. If he’s asleep, though, Naruto wonders how long he’s been here. He hopes not all night. Besides getting him in trouble with the nurses or, worse, Sakura and Granny Tsunade, leaning over on the mattress like that must be really uncomfortable.

All the same, he can’t help but soften. He never thought he’d wake up to find Shikamaru Nara, of all people, at his bedside, but he’s certainly not complaining. On the contrary…he’s happy and touched. Shikamaru’s a great friend, one he’s lucky to have, and he knows better than most that the genius doesn’t put his energy into anything he doesn’t believe in. So for him to be here…

Lifting his good arm experimentally, he finds it doesn’t hurt too much to use. Satisfied, he reaches over to rest a bandaged hand on Shikamaru’s shoulder and shake him gently. “Hey, Shikamaru,” he whispers, not wanting to scare his friend. “Wake up.”

Shikamaru instantly shifts and opens bleary eyes. Blinking a few times, he pushes himself back some and stretches, yawning so long that it leaves tears at the corners of his eyes. Wiping at them with his sleeves, he looks his way and freezes, blinking a few more times and even rubbing his eyes for good measure. “N-Naruto?” When he sees his friend really is up, he perks up instantly, face breaking into a wide smile, maybe his brightest Naruto’s ever seen. “Hey, you’re finally awake!”

His smile is contagious. Naruto’s isn’t nearly as big and bright as it normally is, but Shikamaru wasn’t expecting it to be. Not yet, anyway. “Y-yeah, I guess I—I am!” Naruto cringes and coughs at how raw and croaky his voice sounds from disuse, his throat dry as the Demon Desert. Shikamaru helps him sit up enough to drink some water, and Naruto sighs happily once he’s done. There’s more life to the smile he gives this time. “Thanks, Shikamaru! It’s good to see you, too!”

Shikamaru’s exhale is helplessly fond, the other’s voice and smile the last pieces he needed to know he really is okay – or, you know, going to be. He hangs his head with a heavy sigh, all the tension bleeding from his shoulders as his relief takes all his energy at once. “Thank goodness…”

Naruto, meanwhile, is silent, studying Shikamaru’s face. Now that it’s not hidden in his arms, his friend looks paler and definitely more tired than usual. There are some pretty dark shadows under his eyes, too. The blond’s brow furrows in concern.

“Shikamaru…are you okay? You don’t look so good…”

Shikamaru looks up, startled, and then he laughs, the action helping to further relax him. He can’t help it. He swears Naruto is the most selfless person he’s ever met in his life. “You’re one to talk. You’re practically a walking bandage roll.” Naruto doesn’t let up on his worried stare, though, not swayed by the joke and possible deflection, and Shikamaru sighs a bit, smile sobering along with him. “I’m fine. Just a little tired, is all.” He scrubs his hand down his face and then gives Naruto a semi-scolding look, smirking lightly. “You scared the shit out of us, you knucklehead.”

Naruto has the grace to look sheepish, rubbing the back of his head before he remembers that hurts. “S-sorry… But, uh…what exactly am I apologizing for…? How’d I get here again…?”

Shikamaru huffs a laugh. Honestly, this guy… “With how hard you hit your head, I’m not surprised you need a refresher.” He gets more comfortable in his chair and then fixes Naruto with a serious stare. “Depending on how this goes, this might not be the easiest thing to hear, so fair warning. Frankly, I’m glad you’re already lying down.” Naruto’s caught off guard for a moment, but he nods in the next one. Shikamaru takes that as a signal to start. “Well, for starters, you’ve been out for over a week.”

Naruto’s eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in the hospital that long before. “W-wait, really? How long?”

Shikamaru nods, resting his chin between his knuckles. “Eleven days, counting today.”

The blond pales a bit, good hand moving to the Seal on his stomach. He’s a little surprised that his immediate reaction is to worry about the Beast locked up inside him, but hey, stranger things have happened. To him, at least. He wants to try talking to it to make sure it’s okay, but he doesn’t want to freak Shikamaru out. Maybe if he explains it to him, he can try later.

As if reading his mind, Shikamaru offers, working to tread carefully, “I’ll get to the Nine Tails in a minute. But for now…what do you remember about what happened?”

Figuring the Fox is sleeping to regain its energy like he was anyway, Naruto takes a breath and does his best to think back. Everything’s so…hazy… He mostly remembers pain and blood and familiar voices…Kakashi-sensei, Sakura, and Granny Tsunade’s, specifically… Before that…—!

A face appears in his mind’s eye, and he bolts upright, Sasuke’s name on his lips, but the pain chokes it off and Shikamaru’s urgent, careful hands stop him halfway. It takes a moment for him to get his breath back. “Sa-Sasuke…! He was…!” Suddenly distracted by more important things, he doesn’t even register Shikamaru gently pushing him back down on the bed. “S-Shikamaru, is—Kakashi-sensei and Sakura—!” He swallows, blue eyes blazing as he breathes through the pain. He doesn’t want to even entertain the thought of being wrong. “A-are they okay?”

Shikamaru swears, no matter how old they get, Naruto’s insane devotion to his friends will always be one of his favorite things about him. He nods, a reassuring smile on his face. “They’re just fine. They made it back here with barely a scratch.” He pokes Naruto’s forehead gently. “It’s you we’ve all been worried sick about.”

Naruto’s whole body sags with the force of his relieved sigh, spring-coiled tension gone in a second. “Thank goodness…”

Shikamaru’s smile grows before he sobers again. “So, what do you remember? Let’s start there.”

Naruto narrows his eyes in concentration, and as the memories start to come back, he feels his stomach drop. “I-I remember…Kakashi and Sasuke about to fight when…S-Sakura tried to—“ he swallows, “—to take him out h-herself. Sasuke retaliated by—by t-trying to stab her with a—a k-kunai through the—” The last word turns to ash on his tongue, too awful to say, but he gestures to his throat with a trembling hand to finish the thought regardless. His words are shaky, horrified, more so as he goes on, and he swallows again, curling a fist in his sheets for purchase. “That’s—that’s when I jumped in. I-I saved her, and then…t-the three of us, all of Team 7, we…w-we tried to convince him to—to come back with us…b-but…” he breathes a laugh, a bitter, angry, almost scared thing, a like smile on his face, “…h-he was talking crazy… He said he—he killed Danzo and that h-he was—was going to k-kill us and then…d-destroy the Leaf to—to ‘cleanse the Uchiha name’…” His fist in the sheets tightens, though he tries to take a shaky breath to steady himself. “I’ve…I’ve never seen him like that before… It was…” he glances up at Shikamaru, knowing he’ll understand, “…it reminded me of the old Gaara, like he sounded when we stopped him from killing Lee all those years ago… That’s what he sounded like...”

Deranged. Unhinged. Totally unrecognizable from the person they knew. Hell, those are being generous…

Shikamaru swears under his breath, frowning as he glares at the floor. He knew the Uchiha was a little sick in the head, but nothing like this…! Looking back up at Naruto, he asks, “Anything else?”

He thinks, but then shakes his head. “Everything after that is…a blur, really. Bits and pieces, a lot of blood and pain, but that’s it. Mind filling me in?”

Shikamaru’s frown deepens, but he sits up a little straighter nonetheless. He’s always been one to rip off bandages quickly. “You used your clones to stop Kakashi-sensei from interfering and then went after Sasuke yourself. Once you two started fighting, there was nothing Kakashi and Sakura could do but watch. There was no way in hell they were getting between you two.” He can only imagine how hard that must have been for them to watch. “The fight went on for a long time, and it got pretty brutal. Sakura had to look away after a while. She couldn’t stand to see you two hurt each other like that. The only reason it stopped without both of you dying was because some guy in a mask showed up and took Sasuke away. You wanted to go after them, but you ended up coughing up blood and passing out a second later. Kakashi and Sakura got you back here as fast as they could, and then Sakura and Lady Tsunade headed the three surgeries necessary to save your life. According to Lady Tsunade, though, it wasn’t just them who saved you.”

He nods toward Naruto’s Seal. “It was the Nine Tails inside you, too.” Naruto’s eyes widen, and he looks down at where the demon resides. “It used up a lot of its chakra to keep you alive after yours was depleted. That’s also why it’s taking you so long to heal. Since the pair of you are basically out of chakra, the Nine Tails can’t accelerate your healing like it normally would, so your recovery’s pretty much slowed to a crawl.” Taking a sip of his water, he continues, “Anyway, after you got out of surgery, you were still in really bad shape. All the doctors and nurses did their best to take care of you, and Sakura and Lady Tsunade even stepped in and did some special medical ninjutsu stuff where they could, but it was touch and go almost the whole time. Some days were better than others. We were all really afraid you weren’t gonna make it this time.” He rubs the back of his neck and sighs, mostly in relief. “But thankfully, you’re awake now, so that’s over. Thank goodness… I’m getting way too old for this stuff…”

When Naruto doesn’t immediately laugh and spout some quip about Shikamaru only being a few weeks older, the chunin looks up to make sure he’s okay.

He finds Naruto staring up at the ceiling, for once completely silent. His eyes are dull, a shade or two darker than they were a few minutes ago, almost listless. His expression is much the same, but Shikamaru can tell there’s a whole maelstrom of emotions playing behind both.

“Where’s Sasuke now?” Even his voice has lost most of its inflection. He sounds…exhausted, but it’s more than that. Almost...defeated.

Shikamaru swallows, trying to quell the worry starting to turn his stomach. He hopes it’s just the shock and maybe a reaction to the memories coming back. “Hard to say. According to Kakashi-sensei and Sakura’s reports, when that masked man came for Sasuke, it was like they just vanished into thin air. There wasn’t a trace of them left, not even a chakra signature. Kakashi has a theory that it was some kind of jutsu unique to that man. An ANBU team was dispatched to the area to see what clues they could find, if any, and they did find a red-haired woman who claims she was Sasuke’s…assistant or something, but as far as Sasuke goes…” He shrugs, next words riding on a tired sigh as he scratches his head. “For now, it looks like we’re back to square one.”

There’s a long, pregnant silence for several moments. The clock ticks by, but Shikamaru can’t bring himself to break it, waiting instead on bated breath for his friend’s response.

Naruto, for his part, heard everything, it’s just…it’s like there’s white noise playing in the background of his mind. He’s not sure if it has something to do with the Nine Tails’ weakness, his own, or maybe it’s all in his head. He’s trying so hard to process everything he’s just remembered and learned, but…it’s too much. All of it’s too much. He wishes it would stop, especially the static. It’s not helping anything. Maybe…he just needs more sleep. “I see…”

His voice is even more despondent than before, and that combined with the way he rolls over onto his side, his back to Shikamaru, sets the older boy further on edge. “Naruto…are you okay?” he asks softly. He’s well aware how stupid a question like that probably is right now, but he doesn’t care. He needs to know, and more than that, he wants to. This would be a lot to take in for anybody, but especially Naruto, who loves with absolutely everything he has in him, and hell, he basically fought his former teammate to the death (for a second time), so it makes sense that this would negatively affect him. Of course it does. It’s only natural. He remembers the last time Naruto shut down like this, after his first near-death fight with Sasuke in the Valley of the End. But still, this…it feels…different somehow. He can’t quite put his finger on why yet. He just hopes it won’t be worse. God forbid.

Finally, curling into himself a little more, Naruto answers, “Y-yeah…” His voice is so hollow and low that Shikamaru almost has to strain to hear it. The brunette swears he’s the worst liar in the world. He’s not even trying at this point. It only makes him worry more. “Hey…Shikamaru…?”

Said boy leans forward so he can hear better. “Yeah? What’s—?”

Suddenly, there’s a bandaged arm around him, and the next thing Shikamaru knows, Naruto’s hugging him. He couldn’t even sit up before without being in intense pain, but now, through sheer force of will, he’s hugging him. Shikamaru breathes an exasperated laugh. “Thank you, Shikamaru. For staying.”

It’s barely more than a whisper, but Shikamaru hears it like it’s the only thing that matters. Right now, to him, it is. He gets the feeling Naruto isn’t just talking about being here when he woke up either. He can’t help but smile and hug his friend back gently, not wanting to hurt him more than he’s probably hurting himself. He feels Naruto relax in his arms, and he holds him just a little tighter, letting his face tuck just slightly into the blond’s shoulder. He’s so, so glad he’s alive. “Don’t mention it. What else are friends for?”

Naruto actually does manage a chuckle at that, and Shikamaru considers it a personal victory. They stay like that for several seconds more before settling Naruto back in bed.

“H-hey, um…” Shikamaru’s steady, calm gaze never leaves the blue-eyed boy; he wants to help in any way he can, “…don’t leave?” Then, even quieter, “Please?”

The whirlwind in Shikamaru’s gut dies down, if only a little, and even though Naruto’s too embarrassed to look at him, feeling his request childish, he hopes he can feel the way his gaze softens. He leans back in his chair to get a little more comfortable. If the nurses want to throw him out now, they’re going to have to contend with Naruto’s word as well as his own. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises quietly. “Sleep well, Naruto.”

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“I’m going to kill all of you…”

“You never had a family! You couldn’t possibly understand!”

“The Hidden Leaf will be destroyed by my own hand!”

Images of the Hidden Leaf in burning ruins pass by, nondescript screams and sobs piercing the air. Bodies everywhere—crushed, burning, impaled, cut in half, dismembered—so many there’s almost no open ground to be seen. Moving closer to the center, all of Naruto’s mentors and friends are lying on the ground, unmoving and unseeing. They’ve been killed, murdered, in chilling, gut-wrenching ways, each worse than the last. Those closest to Naruto were dealt the worst deaths by far.

In the middle of it all, Sasuke holds a dying Naruto by his collar, grinning at him like a lunatic, eyes wild. He leans in close, his Magekyo Sharingan glowing an unsettling red. Naruto can see and smell the blood coating his lips and teeth, gushing from now-blind eyes. “I win…Naruto!”

“No! Sasuke!”

Naruto shoots upright instantly, screaming loudly enough to wake the rest of the patients on the floor.

“Whoa, hey!”

His good arm clutches at his chest where a huge hole was a second ago, he’s sure of it.

“Naruto!”

He’s shaking like a leaf, drenched in sweat, breathing and heart rate erratic.

“Damn it! Can’t you hear me?!”

Tears flow freely from blue eyes that can see nothing but the carnage and world-ending in his nightmare. Part of him knows it’s not real, but he can’t—he can’t shake it—!

“Hey, Naruto!”

Naruto snaps his neck to find Shikamaru standing at his side. He has a tight, tremulous grip on his shoulder, and the older boy’s looking at him like he’s afraid he’ll pass out or start screaming again any second. They’re both breathing hard, but for two very different reasons. Shikamaru, seeing the change in him immediately, lets out a shaky breath, worry pinching his brow hard. “Hey, hey…” He squeezes his shoulder a little more to hopefully help ground him in reality. “You with me?”

Naruto takes a minute to catch his breath and slowly ease his white-knuckled fist from his shirt so he can reach up to wipe his eyes and face and then rest it on Shikamaru’s. He nods. “Y-yeah…I-I think so…” Shikamaru doesn’t let up right away, not moving an inch, and Naruto tries to manage a smile for him. It’s pitiful, but it’s something. “S-sorry if I scared you…”

A few more cautious seconds, and like the string holding him up has been cut, Shikamaru’s whole body slumps and he takes a heavy seat on the edge of Naruto’s bed. He sighs wearily and buries his face in his hand, just trying to breathe. He shakes his head. “No, it’s…don’t worry about it…”

He says that, and yet his shoulders are trembling, just slightly. Naruto isn’t sure he’s noticed. He gets the feeling his friend might have had a tougher time waking him up than he wants to tell him. Suddenly worried he might have actually hurt him in his terror, he looks him over for any injuries, but doesn’t find any. He lets out a relieved, silent sigh of his own. Thank goodness… “I’m…I’m sorry…” He winces at the sound of his own voice. It’s even worse than when he first woke up. Probably from all the crying and screaming. “It was…” he looks away, embarrassed and ashamed to have caused all this trouble, voice falling, “…it was just...a nightmare…”

Shikamaru, while listening intently, takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. He does that a few times before he lets his hand fall. It’s a calming exercise Asuma taught him years ago. It almost always works, and this is no exception. He’s grateful.

Turning back to Naruto, he hesitates a half-second ahead of reaching out to squeeze the blond’s fingers lightly. After so many years of being friends and as observant as he is, the notion that physical affection is something Naruto lives for hasn’t been lost on him. Never mind that he’s not usually especially physically affectionate himself, if he can give Naruto some comfort right now, damn it, he’ll do just about anything. “I know. I heard. About Sasuke attacking the village and killing everyone in horribly brutal ways, right?” Naruto looks at him like he’s grown two heads, and he explains, a tiny, wry smirk coming despite himself. “Unfortunately, your mumbles and screams didn’t leave much to the imagination.”

Paling, Naruto shakes his head roughly to get rid of the resurfaced images. “S-sorry…”

Shikamaru frowns. “Hey, stop that. This is not something you have to apologize for,” he tells him firmly. “After what you’ve been through, I don’t blame you for freaking out, even in your sleep. Any sane person would.”

Naruto breathes a laugh at that, somewhat relieved. Still, something in his expression is almost… haunted. ‘Sane,’ huh…? “So I’m not a drag, then?”

Shikamaru recognizes that look on sight. He used to wear it all the time as a kid, and it comes back once in a while when he’s reminded of back then. Hell, even just a few short years ago. His answering almost-snarl makes Naruto look up at him with wide eyes, but Shikamaru can’t help it. “No, of course not.” He doesn’t care if it’s been years. He still wants to punch all the ignorant bastards in this village who ever made Naruto feel like he was nothing but a worthless demon. He was a child, for God’s sake! “You are not a drag, idiot. You never could be.”

A heartbeat, and something in Naruto’s face and eyes softens, the shadows leaving his eyes, and a more believable, if still small, smile paints his lips. Shikamaru feels himself relax at that alone. “Got it. Thanks, Shikamaru.”

“You’re welcome.” It’s quiet for a good few seconds, and then, quietly, hesitantly, “So…do you wanna talk about it?”

Naruto blinks and then thinks. He could tell him what he’s thinking and feeling, but…right now, it’s all still kind of a mess inside, and that nightmare didn’t help. He might be able to help him figure out a solution, but he also gets the feeling that Shikamaru would tell him this is something he has to figure out for himself. With that in mind, he slowly shakes his head. “Not yet. I…I still need to…sort some things out. In my head and…my heart, too. How I’m feeling…you know?” Blue eyes leisurely move to meet brown. His tiny smile’s grown a bit. “But thank you. I’ll tell you when, okay?”

Shikamaru isn’t so sure he likes letting this lie, but…he trusts Naruto. He trusts that he’ll come to him if he needs someone to confide in. “Sure. Take your time. I’ll be here.”

Naruto softens, tries really hard not to think of the three clean-through sword wounds that traveled the length of Shikamaru’s midsection in his nightmare. He swallows, does his best to remind himself that the blood on his tongue isn’t real. His smile wavers, turns fragile, but then bounces back to be even bigger than before. “T-thanks, Shikamaru. You’re the best.”

Shikamaru’s cheeks color slightly at the compliment, not expecting it. Avoiding his gaze momentarily, he gently pushes Naruto back down on the bed. “Again, you’re welcome. Now…” he moves from the mattress back to his chair so he doesn’t crowd his friend, “…get some sleep. For real this time.” Sensing he’s nervous, he reaches out to squeeze his fingers again, leaving them there. If it’ll help him sleep and avoid any more nightmares for the night, he doesn’t mind. He offers a reassuring smile. “It’ll be fine, you’ll see. If I’m wrong, I’ll eat my words and do something we both know I think is a total drag.”

Naruto laughs, for real this time. It looks like some of his color’s finally coming back, too. That’s good. “A—” a big yawn interrupts him, and his eyelids start to droop; his exhaustion’s rushing back now that he feels warm and safe again, “—all right... Night…Shikamaru…”

He’s out like a light in just a few seconds, and that means Shikamaru can finally relax himself. He doesn’t plan on sleeping just yet, wanting to make sure Naruto really will be okay first, but he’ll get there eventually. Leaning back in his chair, head propped against the wall, he looks out the window at the clear, starry night sky. They might not be clouds, but they’ll do.

Something about all this tells Shikamaru that Naruto’s recovery won’t be as smooth as the last time.

But lucky for him?

This time, he has Shikamaru at his back.

#Naruto #Naruto AU #Naruto fanfiction #Naruto Uzumaki #Shikamaru Nara #Any feedback is appreciated #Thanks so much for reading Feel free to reblog #About Shikamaru here just in case: while he might be less 'what a drag' than usual I have my reasons for that. My thinking is that he was re #really freaked out when he thought Naruto was really gonna die (they all were); he's pissed at Sasuke;#as he gets older and more mature (espec following Asuma's death) he says it less (as shown in later eps/movies so applying it here lol);#and he knows (as much as he canat least) how hard this must be on Naruto so he wants to help in any way he can #Plus helping his friends like this is one of the few things that isn't a drag to him

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Kristen Stewart is having a huge moment in her career with Charlie’s Angels coming to theaters in November and Underwater coming in January. But so far the 29-year-old has been focusing her energies on promoting her independent movie Seberg, the tragic story of American actress Jean Seberg whose life was essentially destroyed by late ‘60s FBI surveillance when she supported the Black Panthers and had an affair with one of their leaders. Stewart is keen to spread the word about Seberg on the 40th anniversary of her death at age 40.

In Venice, at the world premiere, she admitted “we should definitely know her for more than her short haircut and movies.” Stewart then moved on to the Toronto, Deauville and London Film Festivals. Though her biggest splash was made at the Zurich Film Festival, where she gave a Masterclass, a press conference, and where I sat down with her for an exclusive interview. Seberg comes out through Amazon in December.

COLLIDER: You seem to be doing more promotion for Seberg than Charlie’s Angels. Is there a reason for that?

KRISTEN STEWART: It’s funny you mention that as I was thinking about that this morning. Maybe it’s just been a minute since I was really proud of a smaller movie that I’ve done. I’d like people to see this one and unless you go to festivals and engage with the cinematic culture that could give you that opportunity to be seen, there’s no way to do that. So I support this movie, I think it’s good, and I think it’s a good time to tell the story. It’s been cool to travel with it because I also just love the festival vibe. I like traveling around and talking to people about movie stuff. It doesn’t feel like I’m selling a film. It feels like I’m supporting it and getting it out there for sure, but not in a way that it feels like my job. It’s a nice way to complete the experience of making a film. You get this opportunity to articulate the reasons why you made it and it completes the process.

How did you come to work on the film, which is the second film by Australian, London-based theatre director Benedict Andrews? It’s about the life of Jean Seberg but is not a straightforward biopic as it concentrates on the fraught period of her life.

STEWART: I spent a bit of time on the jury with Cate Blanchett in Cannes (2018) and I’d just met Beno and was thinking about working with him and she immediately said, “Do it!” She’d worked with him on stage, he’s done a lot of opera, a realm I knew very little about. His first film Una was so incredible and so contained, just an undeniably original movie. When we had our first meeting about Jean he felt so precious and particular and his protective nature felt really contagious and he made me want to get to know her. At that point I’d only seen Breathless and learning about the story I was wildly blown away by the fact that we don’t know what happened to her and why she receded and became somebody we lost too early.

Is it possible now for an actress or even a woman who is political to be blacklisted by the US government as Seberg was?

STEWART: No, I don’t think so. A lot of people are speaking against Trump, a lot of people are speaking against things they’re not into and they’re speaking very loudly. There are just too many of us now.

Seberg was also crucified because of her sexuality, for being with a black (married) man. Your life has been in the tabloids so you must be able to relate to that.

STEWART: Yes of course. I come from a staunchly moral country as if we all share those rules. As if there could possibly be a set of rules that applies to everyone and their own individual happiness, which is absurd. But at least we’re talking about it a little more than we ever have.

It’s actually a good time to be a woman in this business with #timesup.

STEWART: I think it’s such an exciting time to be a woman who’s allowed to make films right now. There are so many stories that are going to be unearthed that have otherwise been ignored for a long time. Not that some of those stories won’t be told by men. There will be a trickle down effect. Some of my favorite experiences have been with male directors. We’re just becoming more honest about the female experience and that’s very exciting.

How was it making Charlie’s Angels directed by Elizabeth Banks, who also plays Bosley in the film? Was it fun?

STEWART: It was really fun. Liz is really funny. It was her idea to revive the movies. I’d never worked with her before but I’ve always been a huge fan. Tonally we’re so different—she can squeeze a joke or a laugh out of anything and I’m the furthest from that. So I was so shocked that she saw me like that, like, “Hey you’re a goofball and I think we should play around together because nobody does that with you.” And I was like, “What? But you’re right, nobody ever does that with me.” So she got in there and it was this really tender act and I was so thankful and ultimately she wrote a really warm, grounded—also very silly, stupid, sometimes slapstick—but also really well-intentioned movie. It’s rad. She took this story we’ve grew up with and took the superhero aspect out if it and made the girls really relatable and accessible but also very aspirational. There’s this network of women across the globe who are connected and are really unstoppable. So it’s not like there are these three unattainable women who can fly or do kung fu while suspended in the air. No, these girls are actually smart and it’s about women who are friends and who are good people working together. It’s like a women-at-work story that’s also absurd sometimes. It didn’t lose the kitschy thing because she’s fucking silly.

Are you a goofball yourself?

STEWART: Mmm, sometimes.

Did you enjoy the comedy/action?

STEWART: My character is wily. I’m the really irresponsible older sister who takes care of these girls. Sabina would take a bullet for you but she never really knows what time it is or where she’s supposed to be. So it was fun to be just a dumb-ass.

Do you want to do more of the fun dumb-ass? I guess it has to be with exactly the right person like Ellzabeth?

STEWART: I would love to play around a little bit more. I like serious movies but yes of course.

You’ve directed a short film and a few music videos and now you’re about to direct your first feature The Chronology of Water based on the memoir by Portland-based writer Lidia Yuknavitch. Why has this story captured your imagination so much?

STEWART: It was such an incredible experience reading the book. Sometimes you encounter material that articulates something you aren’t able to yet feel within you and it’s striking as hell when someone does it for you. It’s an exceedingly cool time for women to tell stories right now, the perspective is changing and I thought this was so real. This woman is a brilliant writer and uses language and plays with words in a way that I’ve never seen before. Also there’s a coming-of-age story embedded in this thing that is so confronting and not just raw for the sake of being startling, but is actually real. I don’t think it’s impossible for the male perspective to tell epic female stories, it’s just that this is so embedded in this book about a woman processing pain and shame and repurposing it and creating art as savior. It’s sort of this art-as-savior and swimming-as-solace story. It’s a real-word, body-fuck story. The way she inhabits a body and the way she speaks about it is unlike anything I’ve ever read. So I want to see it; I’ve never seen that in a movie.

Are you writing the script or are you working on it together with Lidia?

STEWART: It’s definitely a collaborative process, but I’ve adapted it. It’s such a choose-your-own-adventure story. Whoever would have ended up making it, it has to be your own take on it. There’s so much to be had, it’s so non-linear, it’s so transient. It’s like water; it’s impossible to slip down the same stream.

Will you star in it or will you stay behind the camera?

STEWART: I’m not really right for it. Whoever plays the lead needs to play 17 to 40, so it’s a really wide range. I don’t know who that is at the moment. Hopefully I’m going to direct it next year.

With Twilight did you know how big it would become when you agreed to play Bella?

STEWART: The books were a big deal in the young adult novel realm, but it wasn’t in popular culture yet. I hadn’t heard of the book at that point and thought I was auditioning for a normal movie. It didn’t stand out as this gaping opportunity, it was just something that I liked. That was a cool audition process too. Catherine [Hardwicke] and I worked together for ages auditioning a bunch of other people for all the other parts. It was very normal—until it wasn’t.

What did you enjoy about playing Bella?

STEWART: When you read that book you are her. It’s such an immersive experience. So more so than with other parts the way to get close to it and make it feel true was to really own it and make it my own rather than be faithful to a text. I guess you can say that about most work, but this in particular was fun to be there. I was a teenager, it was such a visceral time to be alive and any 17-year-old knows what I’m talking about. It was just about capturing something so immediate, that first awakening, that ownership of your body and desire, all of it. It’s like having people tell you that it’s wrong and what you shouldn’t do. It’s a fierce commitment to something you believe in and was such a cool story to tell at that age.

You made five Twilight movies. Do you still see other cast members? Do you have a big WhatsApp group?

STEWART: We all have a group chat (jokes). But we all see each other, I run into people all the time. I can’t make it to Taylor’s Halloween party, which bums me out, I’m going to be in New York. Rob’s great, he’s doing well, he’s going to be Batman and I’m very proud of him. It’s nice. In terms of the group we’ve all disbanded now for so long. I have individual relationships with everyone, but it’s not this thing that you would assume binds us in this way where we go, “Remember that?” We’ve all become real whole people who still know each other. I’m really thankful for that.

#twilight #Kristen Stewart #Collider #Charlie's Angels #Seberg #the chronology of water

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Shrewd As Serpents, Innocent As Doves: A SuperM Fanfic

Word Count: 1324

Summary: Six members, one leader and a world of purity left behind. Who will survive when the monster lies in yourself? Baekhyun will learn this the hard way when he joins a gang run by Taemin and his boyfriend Jongin but what will happen when he gets closer to the other members and decides to defy their leader in hopes of saving their innocence?

Genre: Sci-fi, Non-Idol AU, Gangs, Taekai

Baekhyun had been contained in the mechanics room for days now left to contemplate his decision to not go through with his work. The taser clip on his finger was a reminder that no one crossed the Supreme Leader. His life’s work was in building things. He crafted what the scientists today only fantasied about. But like all great things, his funding had run short and his bets had been irresponsible. Soon enough he’d found himself out in the slums with nothing left but a notebook of his own inventions and an empty stomach. When the Supreme had found him he had been minutes away from selling his notebook for whatever it was worth and begging for some food.

He remembered the man’s black boots and long overcoat. He remembered the way the Supreme’s face had been covered in shadow, his blonde hair radiant in the moonlight. Baekhyun remembered how he’d thought he had died of starvation and that this man before him was a god but he knew now how wrong he’d been.

The man leaned down and extended his hand to Baekhyun, he took it and was surprised to find his hands were so soft. “I have come with a deal you won’t be able to resist,” the man had said.

“What kind of deal,” Baekhyun asked skeptically.

“I will grant you a home with extraordinarily talented people like you. You can have your own workshop and build everything you have ever wanted to make with my funds. But first, you must build something for me in return.”

“What do you want me to build?” Baekhyun asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

“A device that takes away innocence and makes a resilient fighter, a device that can take all of the inferior parts of yourself away and leave a mirror image. In simple words, a cloning device.”

“If a cloning device is what you need, then I’ll do it, is that the only price?”

“No,” the man said with a smile as he stepped from the shadows. His blue eyes pierced Baekhyun’s when he whispered, “I’ll be needing your innocence as well as your devotion.”

“Then you shall have both, my innocence has been lost to me since childhood.”

“I guess we’ll have to see what your invention says to that. When the time comes, I want you to kill your clone and prove yourself to me.”

“I have nothing left to live for but my inventions, I care not about my own life.”

“Then we have a deal.” Baekhyun nodded and in the next instant a needle pricked the tip of his finger then the man’s. They clasped hands and the bargain was struck. The deal with the Devil had just been signed in blood.

“My name is Lee Taemin, owner of the Lucien Audio Recording Studio and the Black Wing Theatre. I’m sure you’ve heard of it?

“Of course!” Baekhyun said vigorously. The Black Wing Theatre was known for its lavish red cushion seats and exquisite food. The films shown there were selected by the Lee Family and they only played movies that other producers never bought or didn’t give enough funds too. Artists could bring the pieces that no one believed in and end up having the aristocracy later pay a small fortune for seating. He had never been but he knew now why this man had picked him. He was a broken toy and someone Taemin could command and fix.

The Lee family were wealthy beyond measure yet they were also quite reclusive. But for the annual banquets held in their mansion that the family never attended, they mostly kept to themselves and ever since the family moved away leaving everything to their heir Taemin, there was even less known about them.

“This is your home now,” Taemin said as he walked him up the grandiose staircase and passed the most beautiful flower garden Baekhyun had ever seen. It was as if he’d had the entire garden of Eden planted in his front yard. As if he’d summoned them with his thoughts, two dogs came tails wagging and running from the direction of the mansion into the arms of their master. Taemin picked them up and cradled each in his arms as he let them lick his face. Taemin introduced them both as Adam and Eve and Baekhyun almost laughed at the irony. After Taemin let them go they ran off to explore their garden.

“They are both boys Taemin said before he continued walking. Baekhyun followed close behind, paying close attention to the many elaborate fountains, statues and interestingly shaped topiary. He was amazed that in a world so overrun by technology and androids the Lee mansion was an oasis to the past. When they made it to the door a very handsome young man greeted them. He had brown hair and kind brown eyes with the lithe and muscular body of a ballet dancer. “Welcome to the gang,” He said to Baekhyun with a contagious laugh. He then embraced Taemin in a bearhug and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

Baekhyun blushed and looked down as Taemin said “Contain yourself Jongin you’ve got the boy all flustered already.” He said grabbing Jongin’s hand and entwining their fingers together.

“Baekhyun, this is my boyfriend Kim Jongin. He’ll be staying with us as well as a few other boys who desire to have their voices and talents heard.”

“I never did thank you for giving me a chance,” Baehyun said as he laid his new clothes into the dresser of his new room.

“I know genius when I see it,” Taemin said with a goofy smile and friendly chuckle that soon turned stoic and serious. “You may call me Supreme while you live here, he said taking the doorknob and closing it behind him as he let himself out. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said before it shut completely. “Breakfast is at nine.”

Baekhyun awoke from his memories as the taser clip on his finger flickered again. The set lights were on full blast as he carefully opened his eyes and watched his own creation move towards him. Zorya was the first robot he had created. He knew that it was probably amusing to the Supreme that the creation closest to Baekhyun’s heart had turned into his watchdog. Zorya’s camera flitted over him and recorded his movements. Baekhyun knew that there was no way out of what he’d promise to deliver all those months ago and if he went back on his word he wouldn't be the only one to suffer. If only the others hadn’t bargained away their innocence as well. Baekhyun didn’t care for his own but he did care about his members.

He didn’t want to see the jokes die in Lucas’s throat or let Taeyong’s giggles fade to nothing. He’d give up this workshop immediately if it meant saving any of them but that wasn’t his choice to make.

Baekhyun looked into Zorya’s retina scanner with his fair share of loathing as he rose from his chair and let his Cloning device Janus, scan his face, neck and body. They were all part of an inevitable game and he prayed they all survived to pick up the broken pieces before the Supreme crushed them to dust.

Taemin stood atop the four-sided staircase shaped like the Mayan and Egyptian structures of old. He spun slowly as the energy from Baekhyun’s clone pulsed with voracious purity. He had shot his innocence once long ago. He remembered his twin image staring back at him like a mirror as he pulled the trigger on himself in that small gas station. To scale the ladder of Heaven and rule a new future of his own he had to create an empire. Only with the blood of innocence flowing through him could he think to conquer his throne. And so he waited patiently as his pawns continued to move forward.

Part 2 coming soon. I hope you enjoyed it.

#superm #taemin #taemin fanfic #SuperM Fanfic #NCT #Exo #Taekai #Kai #jongin #Baekhyun #lucas #kpop fanfic #my writing #Taeyong #taemin senarios

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Culmination

This is Chapter Two. If you missed chapter one, check it out first.

CHAPTER TWO- EXPECTATION

MULDER

(Pilot)

“...Hi.”

He definitely isn’t expecting to see her at his motel room door, in her bathrobe, standing there in the rain. It’s not an unwelcome visit, but he’s unprepared. She’s visibly shaken, upset.

“I want you to look at something,” she says. This isn’t a social call, and he quickly rebukes the notion that he was hoping it might be.

“Come on in.” He opens the door and she rushes inside. The room is dark due to the blackout, and she turns around, facing away from him. Suddenly she’s dropping her robe, and he can see the curves of her body in the candlelight, and for a brief moment his mind wanders to a place he knows it shouldn’t go. But she’s truly afraid of something, and his concern for her outweighs his libido for the moment.

The robe falls down to her waist, revealing her naked back to him. She does it without hesitation, exposing far more in this moment than her bare skin; she’s showing her vulnerability. She’s so trusting in him he feels humbled.

She indicates a couple spots on her lower back, spots that he has to admit share a remarkable resemblance to those found on the teenage abductees they’d discovered in the woods earlier that day. Her voice is trembling.

“...What are they?”

He slowly crouches down to get a closer look. He can tell they are mosquito bites right away, and he wonders how she couldn’t see it for herself. Fear can get the best of anyone, he supposes. He tries to absorb the significance of Dr. Dana Scully’s very real fear that she might have contracted some sort of alien abductee disease, but he’s distracted by how smooth and perfect her skin looks and he lingers near the small of her back for a few seconds too long, he knows it. He can’t help it.

“Mulder! What are they?!”

Eventually he allays her fears and she flings herself into his arms with relief. At first he thinks the entire thing is kind of funny, but then he feels her body shaking. She seems genuinely afraid.

“I need to sit down,” she admits. She wraps the robe back around her body and sits in one of his chairs, breathing heavily.

“Take your time.” Mulder sets the candle down on the table by the door and takes the seat opposite her.

“I’m sorry for barging in on you, I think... I just overreacted, I guess. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He’s having a hard time believing she had been that afraid of something she dismissed so completely only a few hours earlier. He’s starting to wonder what’s really underneath her layers. It excites him, fascinates him. “These cases can get a little spooky. You’ll get used to it.”

She looks over at him, her hair slightly curling from the dampness. She hasn’t looked any less than put together the past couple days, but it’s funny… right now is the first time he’s really noticing how beautiful she is.

Stop it, he tells himself. He can’t be thinking about this. It’s utterly unprofessional. And inconvenient.

“You know, Mulder, you’ve got a way about you. Your... earnestness, your devotion. It’s a little contagious, I have to admit.” She smiles at him.

“You really didn’t know those were mosquito bites?” he asks. “You are a medical doctor, right? You’re not pulling my leg?”

“It was hard to see from that angle-" She narrows her eyes, a tiny grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. She’s not quite used to his sense of humor yet. “Shut up, Mulder.”

He laughs, gets up, offers her his hand. “Come on, you can stay in here if you want. We only have so many candles.”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

“I insist. Lotta big mosquitoes out there.”

She scrunches her face up and takes his hand as he helps her out of the chair. He walks over to the closet and pulls down a fleece blanket, handing it to her. “Here, you get warm first. You can take the bed. I’m used to the couch anyway.”

She hugs the blanket to her chest, eyeing him. “Mulder. I’m not going to take your bed.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s against Bureau regulations.”

“You don’t know me very well yet, but you’ll learn soon enough that the Bureau regulations and I don’t get along very well.” He eyes her mischievously. “But try any of that Tailhook crap on me, Scully, and I’ll kick your ass.”

Smiling, she crawls onto his bed, pulling the blanket around her. “You know, I could have you written up just for mentioning that.”

“But you won’t,” he grins.

“No, I won’t,” she admits. “You don’t seem like the type.”

“The type to sexually harass my female peers? Or the type to make jokes about it?”

“Neither, really.” She props her head up on one elbow as he plops down against the bed at her feet. “Quite frankly, I imagine you just don’t have the time or the energy.”

“You’re probably right about that.” He stares up at the ceiling. The rain pounds against the windows, picking up in intensity.

“What are you thinking?” she asks him, after a couple minutes of silence have passed.

“I’m thinking… that I feel like I can really trust you.”

She’s silent for a minute, and their eyes somehow meet in the dark room. He can tell she knows he’s serious, that this means something to him. “I want you to trust me, Mulder.”

He hesitates, but something in him is telling him she’s the one, the one he can confide in, the one he can tell. He’s been waiting for this person his entire life. She will listen. She will believe him. He feels it deep in his gut, in his heart, everywhere he can feel it.

“I want to tell you something,” he says.

“You can tell me anything.”

He exhales loudly, knowing he’s taking a great risk. She could laugh at him. She could roll her eyes. She could ask to be reassigned. All these things cross his mind in this moment, but the one thing outweighing everything else is the part of him that’s saying trust her. You can trust her.

So he does. He tells her everything. And she doesn’t laugh. She doesn’t roll her eyes. She hears him. He’s not certain if she really believes his sister was abducted by aliens, but he knows on this night they’ve made a vow, a silent unbreakable bond to always hear each other.

To always trust in one another.

It’s more than he expected, and much more than he hoped for. On this night he makes a choice, a decision, to place his trust in Scully, his new partner.

He’s been uncertain about many things in his life, but in this he believes.

SCULLY

(Shadows)

“Proclaim LIBERTY Throughout all the Land unto all the Inhabitants Thereof.”

Scully reads the inscription on the bell. She squints at the type, wishing she had her glasses from her carry-on bag back at the motel. Mulder is watching her, leaning against the railing, sans tie and jacket, top button undone. It’s as casual as he’d prepared to get on this trip.

“You know, that’s a Bible verse, Scully.”

She leans forward a bit to inspect the bell and cocks her head towards him. “Gee, thanks, Mulder, but I knew that.”

“Of course you did.” He pops a sunflower seed into his mouth, grins at her expectantly. He knows she’ll say it. She can’t help herself.

“Leviticus 25:10, actually.”

“Ah!” he rolls his head back and looks skyward, then looks at her smiling, shaking his head. “No one likes a know-it-all, Scully.”

She shrugs. “What can I say? I’m an endless fountain of information, some useful and some not so useful.”

“All of it’s useful if your objective is impressing your partner.”

“Anyway, it says it right here.” She walks around the bell and points to the inscription. He comes around behind her to look.

“Well, I never pegged you as a cheater.”

“I didn’t cheat. You don’t grow up a Catholic Navy brat without knowing some of these things,” she explains. “Besides, I’ve been here before.”

Mulder does a low, exaggerated bow. “Right. Well I appreciate you powering through this again for me, Scully.”

As they wander around the bell, she decides to impress him a little more. “Did you know that they have no way of knowing if this particular bell was ever actually rung at the reading of the Declaration of Independence?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean," she explains with a smile, "there’s no proof, not really. There’s no way to know. All we have are the accounts of historians and their best guesses. We just have to take their word for it.”

Mulder thinks for a moment. “That’s interesting. So you’re telling me we raced across town to get here before they closed, waited in line for forty-five minutes and the damn thing may have never even actually been rung?”

“Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Well, that would be disappointing if I wasn’t so completely used to that kind of disappointment in my everyday life.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she smiles.

“But that’s an interesting perspective. How many things that we think are true, and don’t even question, are based off what other people have told us? Are we expected to prove everything to ourselves or is it reasonable to just… take someone’s word for it?"

“I suppose it’s a matter of trust. Deciding who to place your trust in. I place my trust in science.”

“...And I trust no one,” he smiles conspiratorially. “Maybe that’s why I never get anywhere in this line of work?”

“That’s definitely something you should reflect upon in your more pensive moments, Mulder,” she suggests with a smile.

A family passes by them, a small child having a minor meltdown. Scully thinks of her own godson, and wonders how tolerable he’d find a visit to the Liberty Bell at almost eight o’clock in the evening on a weeknight. She remembers fondly the dozens of vacations and trips her own family went on to visit sites just like this. Her father was a huge American history buff, and that in itself was enough for young Dana Scully to consume as much knowledge on the subject as she could.

“You know, you never answered my question from earlier today, Scully,” he suddenly says, interrupting her reverie.

“Hm?” she replies absently. “What question?”

“Whether or not you believe in an afterlife.” He’s leaning back on the railing again, and she joins him.

“Honestly, I don’t think about it all that much.”

“You must have some thoughts on the subject,” he presses, a slight nod at her gold cross necklace. He casually pops a seed into his mouth.

She pauses, considering his motives. There’s no superiority, no condescension in his eyes. Just warmth and friendship and genuine curiosity. So she decides to divulge.

“I know, as a scientist and a rational person, that much of what’s in the Bible simply can’t be taken as fact. But... I don’t know, something in me takes great comfort in the idea that maybe there’s something or someone out there watching over me and the people I care about. So, I guess… the idea of an afterlife is a comfort, too. I’ve always thought that since I was a child. Maybe it seems crazy, but it’s tough to shake, you know?”

He looks at her pointedly, working a shell around in his mouth. “I do know.”

They share a smile and a silence hangs between them for a minute.

“Well, Mulder, we’ve got something in common after all. Neither of us can prove what we believe.”

“So you do believe it.”

She sighs. “Would it be incredibly cheesy of me to say that I want to believe?”

“Yes, yes it would," he smiles. "But I like it.”

“Well, what about you, Mulder?”

He shrugs. “I don’t have anything too interesting to reveal. As far as an afterlife goes, I obviously believe ghosts are possible. So some kind of realm beyond our own is something I imagine could be possible, too. But I’ve just never found a compelling reason to believe there’s some singular God, a higher power in charge of everything. The world is so beautiful in its randomness, and full of intricacies with so little rhyme or reason. Not to mention its endless inherent cruelties. It’s too difficult for me to acknowledge someone is responsible for all of it.”

“Yeah, but ... aliens?” She can’t help it.

He tilts his head to one side. “Look, Scully, I have the same doubts you do. But to me it seems all too possible, even probable, that we aren’t alone in the universe. And it definitely doesn’t sound any more far fetched than the concept of an all-powerful, all-knowing God.”

She looks away, uncomfortable. She can’t quite explain this feeling that comes over her whenever someone brings up the believability of God. The constant battle waging inside her mind on this particular topic never seems to abate. So in general she tries to avoid it entirely.

He continues. “We can disagree on pretty much anything, Scully, but I need you to know I’ll always respect your opinion, and I’ll always want to hear it.”

“I do know that, Mulder,” she says quietly. “Contrary to what you might think, you should know I feel the same way.”

He smiles and nods, an understanding between them. She really feels like, at this moment, nothing more needs to be said. So they stand next to one another in silence for awhile, looking at a large bell with a crack in it, wondering about the knell that may or may not have been.

After a minute he speaks again. “I’m glad we did this, Scully.” She knows his meaning is layered; the visit to the Liberty Bell, but also the opportunity to have a conversation about life, one that isn’t mandated by the Bureau.

“Me too. Thanks for talking me into it.” They start to exit as a group of tourists pass around them, forcing them to swim upstream for a bit. Mulder places his hand on the small of her back to guide her out of the observation area. As usual, she gets a tiny rush from the contact and as usual, doesn’t know what to make of it. Then, as usual, she feels a slight pang of disappointment when he moves his hand away.

“I’m starving,” she suddenly says. “Want to go get something to eat before we head out?”

“Yes. That would be a yes,” he answers. “Please say you like Philly cheesesteaks, Scully.”

“I was going to say,” she grins.

Thanks for reading! I’ll be back tomorrow with chapter three, or you can continue reading on A03.

#txf #fanfic #fanfiction #msr #the x files #mulder and scully #baby agents in love

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I think you are soulmates

Scenario pairing Jin and reader.

Featuring Namjoon. Fluff.

WC: 3585

What happen when your roommate and her new boyfriend both plan to set you up on a date with Jin, thinking you will be the perfect couple ever. Will the magic happen?

The second you open the door, you can see two beautiful man in front of you.

“Hi, you must be y/n” the taller one said. You don’t have time to answer, Zoe, your roommate and friend since a few months only, arrived in the kitchen running into the taller man’s arms. You figured it must be Namjoon, her boyfriend of the last 3 weeks. Because you landed yesterday, you haven’t met him yet.

You just arrived from a 1 month trip at your parent’s house. You needed to go and relax there, get treated like a princess by your dad, eat your mama’s food and take care of your little brother that was facing his biggest challenge until now: his first heartbreak.

Zoe couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful her new boyfriend is. About his soft skin, his sexyness, his generous personality. You have heard multiples stories while you two have talk on the phone the last month. She is so in love, it’s beautiful to see her that happy.

Zoe passionately kissed her boyfriend like none of you are in the room as soon as she was in his arms. You looked up at the the man standing in front of you. He is tall, gorgeous and his smile is wonderful. Wait, you have seen that face somewhere. Could he be the man she can’t stop talking to you about? What his name again? Jin? Looking at each other, you both started to laugh at the situation: 2 strangers facing each other while a couple of young lovers are almost making out in front of you, in the middle of the kitchen.

“Namjoonah! Can you please stop eating Zoe’s face and give me my camera please. Jimin is waiting in the car” the man you think is Jin said while he shaked Namjoon’s shoulders. He was laughing, making his contagious laugh heard.

Namjoon and Zoe started to laugh while still kissing, making you say “oh, you are so cute, I almost forgive your lack of good manners”. You were teasing them, you are actually happy they seems so in love. Jin and you were smiling at them.

“I’ll give it to you Jin” Zoe said before she leaves to her bedroom. Meanwhile, Namjoon introduced himself.

“Hi, I am Namjoon, you must be Y/n”, you shake hands with him.

“He’s the brain of our group for a reason, right y/n?” Jin says, poking Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Of course she is y/n, who else than Zoe’s roommate can open the door of her in pajama”.

You looked down at yourself, realising that you are still wearing your one piece unicorn pyjama, that ugly purple, white and pink one piece that you wear when you are tired and needed to stay warm. You hate what you look like in it, but you wear it nevertheless because it’s too comfy.

You can’t help yourself but laughed at how ridiculous you must look like right now.

“Oh no, that’s bad. I look like a fool. Well, what is done is done right? In my defense, I was not the one waiting for my boyfriend.

“You look perfect, I am Jin by the way”, the beautiful man says, reaching out his hand just like Namjoon did before.

“Nice to meet you”.

His hand is warm and his grip strong but friendly. You appreciate his smile and his energy right away. He has something in his eyes, an innocence that you connect with. He seems to be exactly how Zoe described him: confident, funny, easy going and he is even more handsome face to face than on the pictures you saw.

“You’re right, I am y/n”

“How was it in “your country’s name”? Namjoon asked.

“I rest a lot. I let my family cooked for me, which is good because here, I cook all the time for my roommate who can’t boil an egg”.

“Really?”, Namjoon said. “I thought you were a mess in a kitchen”

“That’s because I am a little clumsy. It’s our inside joke. I cook a lot but, well…. I broke something once and I can’t get away with it easily, Zoe keeps telling everybody”. You said, sighing.

“It’s called a food processor and you managed to broke it with a knife. You almost died that day” Zoe said, entering the kitchen.

You were both laughing, thinking about that day when suddenly a knife had fly in the air because of you.

“You are now forbid to enter my kitchen as soon as something is connected. Even if it’s a coffee machine”.

Both of you laughed.

“Hey, you are such a liar. I am the one who cook here. You never cooked a complete meal all by yourself’!

“Maybe you are right but Jin taught me how to make a delicious sweet and sour chicken. We should cook it for you and Namjoon one day”. Zoe said, smiling. Knowing exactly what she meant by that, you decided to let the subject die by itself.

You have met Zoe 6 months ago when you answered her newspaper ad. She was looking for someone to share a flat with. Living in Gangnam is expensive, the apartments cost a lot. Even though you are receiving a well paid salary, you are happy to split the costs of an apartment in 2. You got along with Zoe very well even though your personalities are quite the opposite. She is an extrovert person, she is always talking to strangers and make fun at every situation. You are bubbly as well, just more quiet than her. You ain’t what somebody would call “savage” but you don’t make the firsts steps with strangers either. As she always get all the attention on her with her loud voice and her contagious laugh, you are more comfortable when you are on a one on one conversation. You had to make some adjustments when you arrived in her apartment but now, both of you enjoy the presence of the other.

“Jin, she is the girl I keep talking to you about, you know? The girl I ship you with”. Zoe said.

“Zoe, I think you shouldn’t say it out loud” Namjoon quickly answered.

“But why not? She knows already, I keep telling her too”

Namjoon put his index on Zoe’s lips and said:

“Baby, look at them”.

You looked at Jin, his face and ears were all red. With the warmth you feel on your cheeks, your guess is that you are blushing as well.

“Zoe…. baby… she knows, he knows…. but it was still possible to pretend that they didn’t know that the other knew. Now that they know the other knows as well, they can’t pretend that they don’t know and be natural”. Namjoon explained her. She looked at him with a blank face.

“What are you saying Joon? You are too intellectual for me sometimes”.

Jin and you looked at each other and smiled.

“Well he will explain that later Zoe. I have to go, as I said Jimin is waiting for me. We lost a run BTS and our penalty is to go hiking together. Hopefully, the rain won’t fall on us” Jin told you.

“It was nice to finally meet you y/n, I heard a lot about you.”

“I heard a lot about you too actually” you answered, your cheeks and neck colored by a pretty variation of pink.

“I bet you did, if she talked about me as much as she talked about you….” he let his sentence incomplete.

“Have fun with your friends, Jin. See you another time”.

“Absolutely, protect your ears from those lovebirds, they are noisy” he said, laughing loudly while he leaves the apartment.

As soon as the door closed, Zoe asked you:

“So, what do you think of him? Namjoon, text Jin, ask him what he thinks of her”.

“Sorry y/n, Zoe can be a little tiny bit too excited sometimes” Namjoon said, smiling fondly at her.

“Hey! Don’t treat me like that Namjoonah” she protested, pretending to be sulking.

They started to kiss and you took that opportunity to tip toes your way to your bedroom.

It has been a few days since your meeting with Jin. Since then, you have seen Namjoon every day. He and Zoe are just inseparable. You understood very fast what Jin meant when he said they were noisy.

Every time Zoe was alone with you, she couldn’t stop asking you how you feel about Jin. When she was talking about him over the phone while you were at your parent’s house, you found her very cute but now that you have met Jin, it’s annoying you. You don’t really know how to react because you don’t want her to go and tell him everything. You know Zoe enough, the second you open your mouth about Jin, he will know everything you said. Therefore, you just say generalities like “he seemed nice”.

The truth is, you found him so attractive that you wanted to know more about him. The more you were searching on the net to get to know him, the more you fell for his personality.

You are aware that everything you see about him and his bandmates has been staged at some point but his true personality, you believe that it cannot be faked.

What you discovered about Jin during the numerous time you spent watching him on youtube and Vlive is that he can be very funny but he “hides” something. He hides his concerns from the cameras. From time to time, as you were watching him closely, you noticed an eye frown, a gaze, a sigh. He even said it himself a couple of times that being the older is hard on him because it’s his job to care about the others. But who is watching over him if, as he said himself, don’t talk about his concerns to the members not to put pressure on them? Some of his fans called him the mom of the group, even though you don’t like that adjective, you understood why very quickly. Just like a mom, he will do everything to make his family happy, even if it means he will have to sacrifice his own happiness doing so.

You have to admit, Jin is a man you would like to know a little more.

You were washing the dishes when you heard a knock on the door. As soon as you opened, Namjoon greets you with a bouquet of pink and white roses.

“Namjoonah, is this for me?”

“Absolutely. I bought that just for you on my way here”.

“But, why?”

“Because every day, you are being friendly and you have no idea what it means to me, to have somebody that act like I am not an idol”. He said just after he kissed your cheeks.

“Namjoon, you are a human before being an idol and to be honest I see you here in my flat doing things that “normal” people do.

“Y/n, believe me, everywhere I go, even in my family, there is always somebody very curious that would ask me a lot of questions about what is is to be an idol. You, you always ask me how I feel. How was my day. How I am doing. You don’t try to gossip. You are a nice person and I like you”.

“Oh, well, thank you Namjoon. I really appreciate it and I appreciate you too”.

“Your mom should have called you Rose or Rosie, that’s the color of your face every single time you are a tiny bit shy” he said, popping his dimples.

“I don’t like to be like that. It’s embarrassing”

“I think you are cute. You know who else found you cute in your unicorn pyjama?” He said, blinking.

He went in Zoe’s room to deposit his bag and came back in the kitchen, grabbing the dish towel from your hands.

“Zoe is still at school, I know, I came a little early to talk to you”.

“Me? What about?”

“About my wife” he said, laughing.

“What about Jin?”

He looked at you, lifting up an eyebrow.

“For a girl who didn’t know anything about Kpop and Bangtan a few days ago, you seem to know a little bit more now, aren’t you?”

“A little, I was curious, I have to admit. But what about Jin?”

He was wiping the dishes while talking.

“Even though Zoe was, I have to admit it, a little annoying about that, I really think Jin and you would make a perfect couple. I believe that from the bottom of my heart”.

“Well, bring him here from time to time and we’ll see” you answered. “Why do you ship us together though?”

He took a few seconds to think before he answered. That let you the time to think that he is so different from your roommate. He’s observant, she is impulsive. He is calm, she is noisy. He is serious and responsible, she doesn’t take anything seriously.

“You would be the perfect couple because you both care about the others the same way. Together, you would be both taking care of each other. You both like to laugh. From what I know about him, he need a woman that will be strong and confident so he can lean on her. At the same time, you said the other day that you love a man that you can talk to, that can listen properly, he is a good listener,

He was lost in his thoughts.

“I feel that you are much stronger than you believe you are. You are a strong but soft woman who respect others privacy and opinion. You and Jin together, you would share a strong bond, something solid. A power couple. It’s really strange, I have the feeling that you are soulmates”.

You smiled at him.

“I don’t believe in soulmates Namjoon” you said, “but it seems so romantic, I like the idea of it”.

“Jin is precious to me. He is the only member that never speaks out his guts for real. Not because he don’t trust us, because he thinks that as the older brother, it’s his role to protect us. So he tries his best to always enlighten the atmosphere for us to feel happy. At the end of the day, I think he needs somebody he can truly trust. I think you are that person. You are strong and funny but you are deep, just like him”.

You want to answer that it’s exactly the impression you had on Jin when you hear Zoe entering the apartment. She is talking to somebody. Soon, you recognise that voice, it’s Jin.

Looking at Namjoon, you read on his lips “thank me later y/n” just before his dimples appeared.

“Hey Y/n, we bought everything to cook. Me and Zoe are the best cooking team ever. You and Namjoon are gonna prepare us some drinks and just wait, as far as you can from the knifes and everything dangerous”. Jin says, already changing the atmosphere immediately after entering the apartment, lightening it with his laughter.

You looked at Namjoon who was not sure how to react at this comment. You started to laugh at his shocked face.

“Your friend doesn’t believe that I can cook, does he?” You asked Namjoon.

“He believes you, he just want to treat you and me. Zoe is not a good cook though, I don’t know why he says she is good….”

Very soon, the conversation started to be animated. The boys were laughing and sharing some backstages stories that made you and Zoe laughed.

While Zoe and Namjoon were kissing, you notices the sad gaze Jin has when looking at them. The second your eyes meet his, you understand each other without sharing a word. You both are conscious that Namjoon and Zoe, it’s not a couple that will last forever, having different needs and a different vision of life.

You smiled at Jin when you realised he was still looking at you. A couple of minutes after that silence exchange, Namjoon announced that he forgot to bring the dessert. He and Zoe grabbed their coat and leaved the apartment.

“I will be there for Namjoon when it happens” Jin said.

“And I will be there for Zoe as well” you add.

You both started to laugh.

“At least, they are having a good time and who knows, we may be wrong” you said lifting your shoulders up.

Jin started to laughed and he was agitating his fork in the air.

“I told you y/n. They are so noisy!”

“Yep! It’s uncomfortable. I sleep with loud music when Namjoon is here”

“As you said, at least they are having fun while they are together” he told you, approaching his glass from yours.

“Kombe” you both said, laughing.

“Now, tell me, what do you think of South Korea, of Seoul” he asked you to change the subject. You started to talk about your love for the country, describing the beauty of the landscape and the mild temperature. How beautiful the little kids are. You also talked about your concerns regarding the way idols are treated. The way women are sexualised and infantilised, acting like collegian girls but having a sexual attitude. You both shared your thoughts on the conservative mentality that bothers the both of you. The more you talk together, the more you laughed even though the subjects are quite serious.

“Hey, they left 1h30 ago” Jin said.

“Really? Are we talking since then?”

“Well, yes, let me text those clowns”

He texted Namjoon while you used the bathroom. When you sit back at the kitchen counter, Jin told you:

“They are unbelievable. They made a bet on how long it’s gonna take before we realised they are not coming back. Namjoon won”.

“What was the price”.

Realising what could be the answer to your question, you both laughed and said at the same time:

“I don’t want to know”.

“Are they gonna come back here”? You asked.

“No, they are at the dorms already, they apparently grab some take out on their way out”.

Jin’s neck began to turn red, embarrassed to be alone with you when the evening was suppose to be a couple event. Not that he doesn't want to be with you but because he is wondering how you will react. Will you be annoyed to be alone with him? Would you have accept that? Are you gonna think it was something he planned?

When you realised Jin’s was starting to feel uncomfortable, even if he was trying his best to hide his concerns, you decided to show him you are not bothered at all by the turn of the evening.

“Jin, don’t worry. I know my roommate, it’s probably her idea. I know you have nothing to do with it. Plus I have to say, I am having a very good time with you, I don’t miss them at all”.

Your pronounce those words with more confidence than you really feel, your beautiful pink cheeks betraying you. You regain confidence again as soon as you see a smile appear on his lips.

“I was scared you might be disappointed to be with me, if I caught it the good way, you were not even aware I was coming here tonight. Now you are stuck with me”.

“Jin, I am happy you are here. I love talking to you. I believe my friend knows me very well”. These words have slipped from your lips without you really wanting it. Before you can say anything else, Jin placed his warm hand on yours, making your little hand disappear completely under his.

“I am still angry at something though”

He said with a wide grin. You know he won’t be serious.

“What is it?” You asked lifting your eyebrow.

“If they are not coming back, it means we won’t have something sweet to eat”.

You knew he was not being serious nevertheless, you jumped on the occasion and answered:

“Let’s eat that meal you cooked all by yourself and then we can go have some ice cream together. What do you think?”

“Like a real date?” He asked smiling fondly at you.

“Maybe”.

“I think that’s a very good plan y/n. But you know in Korea, we can hold hands on the first date”.

You smiled at him. He is wonderful. You have never fell so good with a man, so fast. He is friendly, caring, intelligent. The more you get to know him, the more excited you are about being with him.

“Jin, in my country, the guy can even kiss the girl’s cheek at the end of the evening”.

“The man only? Your country is sexist y/n. I think in our case, it’s the girl that gonna kiss the man’s cheek for the first time” he said, smiling.

You burst out laughter.

“Because you are Worldwide handsome? Because I won’t be able to resist you?”

You thought he was gonna say something about his beautifulness but he surprised you. Suddenly serious he said:

“No, it’s gonna be the other way around, just like in your country’s tradition because you are the irresistible one among us”.

Your heart was about to explode, you don’t understand why you feel so flustered but you do.

“Well, I can’t wait for that to happen” you answered blushing.

“Then let’s eat shall we?”

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