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finnwrld · 2 years

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- one in the same -

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

word count: 3.2k

content: nwh spoiler free, reader doesn't know peter is spiderman, jealous peter on the low, swearing, reader has panic attack, reader falls, bitches are so ATTRACTED to each other damn, no angst (kinda), im rusty at writing im sorry

summary: spiderman visits you everyday and listens to you talk about your massive crush on an unnamed boy, completely oblivious to the fact he and the boy are one in the same.

a/n: yes I'm jumping on this bandwagon I did what needed to be done. jk im just happy I have an andrew character besides remus to write for now since you couldn't pay me to write eduardo ff ok bye AND THANKS TO USER @aksuallyours FOR HELPING SM WITH THIs

Peter's gloved finger hovered for a moment over your window. It happened every night, his finger would grow tense, his heart would begin to pound in his throat. The time between him raising his finger and finally bringing it down to tap on the glass stretched eternities until eventually, the bubbling in his chest would overflow, and in a burst of energy… it would land swift and sharp on your window.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The window was opening and the warm air was hitting his face faster than it took him to build up the courage to wake you.

Grinning and obviously tired, there you were. Hair slightly messy, light haloing your body, you whispered, “Hi.”

He was thankful for the mask.

“Hi,” he replied breathily, “what's up with you?”

And thus started your usual routine. You, of course, would respond with, “Do you actually want to know or are you just asking to ask?”

And then would come his response, usually some form of “I actually want to know” or “What do you think?” Sometimes, he would even just sit there in silence, waiting for you to start your rambling.

You’re the only person he could really do this with. It was never dull, never once did he wish he was somewhere else, even the repeated topics felt new each time.

He hung on every word you said, every syllable you uttered. Every thought was woven together like an intricate dance and the more time he spent up here with you, the more he memorized.

The way your hands would begin to fidget when you talked about school, or how you would begin pacing as you talked about your newest obsession, or how your eyes would glow whenever you talked about the boy.

The boy. The boy that your life honestly revolved around. You never mentioned him by name, you of course knew that the “Spider-man” was in high school, so he was just referred to as The Boy. The Boy that goes to your school. The Boy in your chem class. The Boy that your eyes are locked on from the first bell to the last. You rarely even talked about the things he did. You were very careful about that. But despite all of your precautions, you never shut up about him.

Today, after about a 15 minute debrief of the last movie you watched, the topic turned to The Boy.

“This last week… Spidey I don't think I can begin to describe it to you. Somebody put something in his water, he was so attractive. There is something in this boy's veins. He is like,,, unreal,” you put your head in your hands, “I just like… don't even know how to go about my feelings for him. Every time I talk to him it feels like I’ve literally gone into a dream. As fucking corny as it sounds it’s literally surreal.”

A silence hung in the room.

“I think I’m in love with him.”

This is the first time you’ve ever said anything this bold, that huge. You had spent hours gushing to him about this boy but he had managed to let it wash off of him. Let himself imagine that you were talking about him, that you wanted him. The knot in Peter's chest grew so tight, he thought it would snap.

You were his best friend. He was sure he was in love with you. But here you were, in front of him, fully confessing your love for somebody else.

“I just get this almost static feeling through my whole body when I look at him or when I talk to him. I think if I don’t do something, I’ll implode or some shit. Plus, to put it bluntly, hes is so hot there is no way he’s not gonna get swept up by some other person.”

You mirrored all of his feelings for you.

Quietly, he said, “You should do something then.”

“WOW!” your tone changed fast. “I never thought of that. That is such great advice. Wow, I’m so happy that we have a genius like you running the city. We are so lucky.”

Peter was thankful for the change of mood as he gently swatted at you from his place on the window sill.

Through giggles, while desperately still trying to change his voice enough, he replied, “Literally what else was I supposed to say?”

You flopped, back first, onto your bed and sighed, “I don’t know. I just know I want him”

He wished his suit had some sort of image capturing software.

Light cascaded gently down your face, illuminating each dip and curve. It framed the bridge of your nose, wound its way around the curve of your lips, reflected off of your open eyes. Your chest softly rose and fell, bare skin brushed by the faint glow, body finally relaxing. An expression had fallen onto your face, almost… longing. You laid before him, blanketed in light, almost heavenly. Every curve and edge and line he wanted, he needed. It was unbearable.

He longed for his camera. A chance to capture this image. Anything at all. He would’ve literally taken fucking crayons and drawn it if he could.

But he just sat there, until he couldn’t do it anymore.

“Y/n?” he said, waking you from your thoughts. “I’ve gotta go.” Every inch of his body rejected the thought of leaving, but he knew his self-control wasn’t strong enough. The beating in his heart had begun to grow stronger.

“When will you be back?” you asked, raising yourself up to your elbows.

“Soon I hope.”

Humming in response, you flashed him a grin, and then he was gone.

-----

“Peter! Hi, hi, hi, hi!” Your voice snapped him from his homework as you sat down on the ground next to him, slinging your backpack off.

“Hi,” he smiled at you, “I got food by the way.” Unzipping his backpack, he pulled out two boxes of takeout. He skipped 4th period so he thought he would swing by and grab you food, his treat.

“You are a God-send. I owe you my… left arm or something,” you said gratefully, snatching the box.

Digging into his own food, he replied, “Thought it would make up for the movie tickets you bought.”

You scoffed, “Nothing could make up for those movie tickets. I spent $10 dollars so you could have the best movie experience of your life and you think buying me take-out can equal that?”

“Ut wus not tat g-od”

“I don’t listen to the opinion of people that talk with their mouth full,” you deadpanned, dramatically putting your hand up and turning away. Peter finished his bite and smiled to himself a bit.

Sun was perfectly filtering through the trees and a slight breeze shifted through the air, rippling your shirt gently. Lunches were more bearable with you. Sitting on the courtyard ground, sharing food, listening to music. A lot of the time it would just end up like this, quiet but comfortable, shoulders inches apart, breathing practically synced.

After a bit of silence, you spoke up, “Ok so. I got invited to some birthday party thing on Friday and I literally know like… nobody. But I wanna go. But fuck that. So you know, do you uh wanna go with me? I cannot go alone. I just can’t.”

A bubbling rose in Peter’s heart. “Of course, I’ll go. Nobody invites me to that kinda shit anyways.”

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You and Peter found yourselves in some random corner on the top floor of the house, music streaming through the floor. Your body was faintly dancing and you were intently listening to Peter ramble on about this idea he had for a set of pictures.

The party had been generally boring. It was clear that neither of you were really feeling it in the slightest and so the two of you made your way away from the crowd of people downstairs to the second floor. It was nice, peaceful.

Dim light had settled over the two of you. Your face was lit by the faint glow and Peter was painfully reminded of you lying on your bed the other night.

The light bounced and framed your features in the same way. The light made Peter feel the same way he did that night. Uncontrollable.

“Peter?” you questioned, snapping him out of his revorie, “You were saying?”

“Oh, yeah I um think that-” but before he could finish his sentence, the entire house began to shake.

Shock traveled up Peter's spine, electrifying his bones in a sort of panic. His eyes darted to the shaking chandelier and adrenaline began to course to his head.

You grabbed his arm.

The shake was deep. Too strong to be a natural occurrence. Peter could tell.

Picture frames began shaking off the wall and he could hear glass breaking below him. Screaming. Peter could hear a lot of screaming, too.

“Y/n, go downstairs. I need you to go downstairs.” The underlying desperation he had seeped through into his tone. “Go.”

Hesitantly, you removed your hand from his bicep and looked at him with the strangest expression.

“And you?”

“Just go.”

Debri began to fall from the ceiling as you rushed down the hall, trying desperately to keep balanced. He kept his eyes fixed on you for as long as he could before the lights went out, washing Peter in darkness. He just had to trust that you would make it down.

Slipping into a random room, using shaking hands he pulled off his jacket and his pants off to reveal the blue and red pattern of his suit. He discarded his clothes and slipped on his mask.

More and more of the house was becoming destroyed. When he stepped out from his cover the walls that had once been protecting you and Peter had been half disintegrated. His head spun, dizziness and vertigo blinding him briefly as he looked down.

Standing below him, washed in the twilight, was The Lizard.

Rubble surrounded it’s scaled feet. It’s usual smirk was plastered on its face.

The front half of the house had been practically reduced to dust. Clumps of people cowered in corners and he could see many of them had managed to run off, sprinting down the unlit streets. Neighbors had stepped outside to see what was going on. Kids were on the phone with their parents. People were crying, people were frozen in fear.

Latching onto a surviving pillar, Peter swung himself over the crowd.

“Spiderman,” the low and droning voice of the Lizard boomed throughout the street, “Happy to see you here.”

“You won't be too happy for long.”

The crowd shrieked in unison as The Lizard’s clawed hand shot out to swipe at Peter. Peter’s quick reflexes saved him, just narrowly avoiding the cut by swinging away.

At this point, these fights were formulaic to Peter. Adrenaline would course through his veins and his vision barely had time to keep up with his actions, but most of the time it consisted of the same thing. He had gotten good at this. He flew over the crowd, dodged and weaved away from The Lizard, landed a few hits, same as usual. The claws caught him a couple times, but he was moving too fast for the pain to catch him.

That wasn’t to say it wasn’t tiring though. His powers gave him more endurance but it wasn’t endless.

He fought for a long time.

He could feel the fatigue creeping up his body as he swung around what was left of the house. His reflexes were taking longer, his punches less accurate. If it didn’t stop soon, he was afraid his body would completely give out.

The Lizard had been fighting well, better than last time. Peter eyed its hands as they reached down and locked around a large piece of debri. He knew what was coming next. As the lizard picked it up, Peter readied his web shooters, praying he would have enough strength to stop the debri from causing more destruction.

But just as the Lizard raised his arm and readied to throw the piece, it paused. Its eyes widened slightly, darting around rapidly.

Peter soon understood the reason behind the pause and it came in the form of sirens.

About fucking time.

His eyes left The Lizard to search for the blue and red lights that were bound to be in the distance, and there they were, winding down the road.

When Peter returned his eyes to the Lizard, it was gone.

He finally let himself survey the scene around him. Part of the house was still standing. It looked sort of like a dollhouse. All rooms exposed, one wall missing from each, the moon the only light source. Many of the people that had been there before the fight had run off, understandably so, and the people that remained stayed in little huddles consoling each other.

Police cars had pulled up to the house, sirens still blasting. The red and blue light that shone from the cars washed everybody in an almost unreal filter, illuminating the damage done. The scene before him was grim but a sigh of relief pushed from his lips at the general safety of everybody.

Peter quickly moved into a shadow and prayed that the dirt and dust that covered his suit from the fight would give him enough camouflage so he could finally let his mind turn to what he had been dying to focus on. You.

His eyes scanned the crowd desperately, searching for a glimpse of you. Just a sign that you were ok, that you made it down safely, that you hadn’t been hurt. The longer he looked, the more panicked he became.

It wasn’t until he let his eyes roam up, that he saw you.

You were on the second floor, the only one there. Frantically, you were walking around, being careful as to where you were stepping. He could see your chest rising and falling at a dangerous speed. But you weren’t walking to try and find a spot to get down, he realized after watching you long enough.

You were looking for something.

Your head was darting around, eyes scanning each room and the crowd below you. You were saying something, shouting a name, but the sirens were far too loud for him to hear.

He needed to get you down. Cursing the police for making him stay hidden, he began to search for some sort of ladder, anything he could use. Peter considered going to find clothes to put over the suit and then get you down in a normal, human way. Maybe there was enough going on that he could still do it as spiderman. Maybe, he doesnt care and will decide to just run from the police once you’re safe, he's done it before.

A crash drew Peter from his thoughts.

He knew you were falling before he saw it.

He knew it was the floor you were on. He knew you were the only person on the higher level.

Peter’s vision tunneled, he didn’t see the people he was shoving to the side, he didn’t hear the yelps and crashes as they fell into the rubble, and he probably wouldn’t have cared if he did. All of his thoughts were focused on the fall. He had never moved so fast in his life.

He had no clue how long it would take you to hit the ground. He didn’t want to know.

Webs shot out of his wrists and lodged themselves to the door. You had to be falling into this room. You had to. Pulling on the web, the door ripped off its hinges and Peter instantly shot another web to the furthest part of the ceiling of the room.

Clinging to this, he swung himself into the room, and before he could even visually register it, you were in his arms.

Pulsing adrenalin and the most extreme relief Peter had felt in ages rushed through his body, still blocking out any sound.

You were in his arms. You were safe. You were alive.

But as he looked longer he realized you were yelling. Still frantic. Tears left lines in the ash that had fallen on your face.

Finally, his hearing allowed him to understand what you were saying.

“He’s here. And. I can’t, I can’t find him. I can’t find him.” Your breathing was frenzied. You could barely get cohesive sentences out.

“Who's here?” Peter asked, carefully resting his hands on your shaking shoulders.

“The Boy. He’s here. But he’s gone. He’s gone. I don’t know what to do. I need you – To help.”

The boy was here. That’s who you had been looking for. But now he was nowhere to be found.

It took everything in him to put aside his own biases. It wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about the boy. It was about you.

“Y/n, what’s his name?”

You were too panicked, your breaths were getting shallower, your body getting shakier. “I need to find him. I can’t go on without him –He’s gone– He’s gone and I need him.” You couldn’t register what he was asking.

“Y/n. I need to know his name.” He was louder this time, more forceful. He gripped your arms stronger.

You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes were darting rapidly around the room. Tears coated your face and hysterical sobs were falling from your lips.

“Y/n,” he was begging now, shaking you, “What’s his fucking name??”

You took a huge gulp of air.

“PETER PARKER. His name is Peter Parker and I can’t fucking find him anywhere.”

Peter’s arms went slack.

His eyes left your face for the first time since he caught you and he stared at the destroyed room the two of you were standing in the middle of. Rubble lined both your and Peter’s feet. The dust had fallen onto your hair. It was just the two of you.

Peter Parker was the boy. He was Peter Parker. He was the boy. The boy you had gushed over for months to him almost every night.

His shaking hand found the neck of his suit, and as carefully as he could, he pulled off his mask.

Your confused expression got even deeper as your eyes darted across his face, taking him in.

“No.” you shook your head. “No. Fuck this. No you’re fucking with me.” You pushed against his chest, “I don’t— you can’t be.”

Cheeks flushing and skin still burning from your touch, Peter blurted the first thing that came into his mind as he looked at you.

“I love you.”

Your jaw slacked.

“I need you to know. I can’t hide how much I want you any longer. And I know that after all of this you probably don’t feel the same way but-”

“Shut up.” And your lips were on his.

Without a thought, Peter kissed you back. Slowly, you drank each other up, molding to one another, hands roaming, bodies crushed together. It was a release.

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, his lips grazed your jaw. Peter’s hands pulled you closer to him, unable to bear the thought of not being able to hold you.

His body ached for you.

His heart pounded in his chest. It pushed against his ribcage rhythmically, so powerful a bone might snap. He was sure you could feel it; he hoped you did. You needed to feel how his heart beat for you. How his body reacted to you.

He needed to prove it to you. He needed you to understand the effect you had on him.

You needed to believe that he loved you. Because he did.

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charlie-minion · 3 years

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Could the same SPN finale make a little more sense with some additions/changes?

I’ve had the idea for this post stuck in my head for days now, but with every new conspiracy theory and every new eventuality in the fandom, it became difficult to cool down enough to write something less ship-related and more narrative-focused.

What Supernatural and non-SPN fans have to understand is that a lot of us have expressed disappointment and frustration after 15x20, not because of Destiel (that’s just one part of the whole problem), but because the finale doesn’t make sense. Everything was leading up to something beautifully crafted until the end of 15x19. Beyond that, it’s hard to understand what happened. The story rendered all the character growth irrelevant, invalidated the themes of free will and “family don’t end in blood”, regressed to the original brother codependency they spent 15 years trying to overcome, made a queer non-binary character in a male vessel and a deaf female character basically disposable, and kept the show’s reputation of queerbaiting and misogyny until its very last breath.

That’s not going out with a bang! At least not a positive one. We all were ready to mourn Supernatural, but we wanted to feel proud of its legacy, and somehow TPTB managed to tarnish that legacy in less than 45 minutes. What a way to ruin the other more than 13,600 minutes of story!

It doesn’t matter who is to blame (The CW, Robert Singer, Andrew Dabb). It doesn’t matter why it happened (homophobia, censorship, marketing for Walker, bad writing). What matters is that at the end of the day, the finale that aired is what we got and that’s going to hurt for a long time. It hurts even more when we realize that the same finale could have easily made more sense, even without being perfect.

That’s what I want to do in this post. I want to show you how things would have been less jarring (for the fandom), while still keeping the goal to please the general audience.

Before I begin rewriting 15x20, I have to mention that I talked to my conservative boomer sister about the finale. She hasn’t watched the second half of season 15 yet (she’s waiting for Netflix to have it), but she’s been watching the show for a long time (she introduced me to it 8 years ago). She’s the perfect example of a viewer from the general audience. Loves the show but doesn’t give a second thought to it and definitely isn’t paying attention to character development or themes. Doesn’t engage with fandom, actors, or any of the show’s social media. Pure GA! When I told her the series finale had aired, she asked me about it and I refused to give her spoilers. Because of that, she told me the ending SHE wanted. She said she would be happy with either of two possibilities: the boys retiring and finally living a normal life OR they going to heaven and finding peace at last. She saw Sam and Dean as a unit, which means: both retiring or both going to heaven. AND she saw Cas as part of that, too. She wasn’t so sure about Jack. And for her, we could use the “Eileen who?” and it wouldn’t be a joke. She didn’t remember her.

NOW IT’S TIME TO WRITE A NEW VERSION OF 15X20 (KEEPING 15X18 AND 15X19 EXACTLY THE SAME AS THEY AIRED). This will be a very long post:

The opening remains almost the same. No “Carry on my wayward son” to induce feels. Too soon and too predictable! (Reasoning: Everyone was expecting it to play right there, so it would bring more tears at the end)

In the opening, after the scene where Jack says “People won’t need to pray to me or sacrifice to me”, we also see the scene from 15x19 where he says “I won’t be hands on”. Then we see the rest of the opening as it was. (Reasoning: People needed to be reminded that Jack would NOT intervene and that’s why later on, he would NOT save Dean).

We get the same montage, but when Sam takes a break from his morning run, we see him reading a message on his phone. A simple: “Hey Sam, what’s new?” from Eileen. Sam smiles fondly and begins to type a response we don’t get to see. The next scene continues the same, Sam making breakfast. (Reasoning: A text was a very simple way to show that Eileen was alive and still in communication with Sam).

The montage slowly ends as Sam enters the library (not after he sits down). He seems to be talking on the phone but we only hear an “I’ll tell him. Bye”. As he walks towards the table, he tells Dean: “Charlie says hi. Mentioned something about Stevie’s perfect scrambled eggs we have to try.” Dean’s answer is “Awesome!” (Reasoning: Just ONE line was needed to unbury Charlie and her girlfriend. ONE LINE).

Sam sits down, opens his laptop and everything continues the same. The title card shows for the last time.

YOU SEE? In the first 4 minutes they could have acknowledged that THREE WOMEN were alive and safe: Eileen, Charlie and Stevie. It wasn’t hard! Don’t blame bad writing on Covid! Now let’s continue.

Sam and Dean arrive at the Pie Fest just the same. Dean goes to get some “damn pie” and Sam takes out his phone. He dials and when someone picks up, he says “Hey, Jody, how are ya?” We don’t hear the rest of the conversation. The scene moves to Dean coming with his 6 portions of pie. Dean sits down and Sam tells him, “Talked to Jody. The other hunters haven’t had much work lately.” “That’s good, isn’t it?”, Dean says. All we get from Sam is “Yeah.” So, Dean looks at him and asks “what’s wrong?” like it happened in the episode. (Reasoning: Again, a couple of lines to make sure the people that were killed in 15x18 are safe and remembered by the boys in 15x20. Why is this important? Because they’re family!)

The conversation about Sam’s sad face happens the same. Sam is the one that mentions Cas and Jack. (Reasoning: Because this episode was so Sam-centered, it’s obvious he was the protagonist in the finale. If we see him communicating with Eileen, Charlie, and Jody, then it’s NORMAL, even expected of him to be the one to bring up Cas and Jack). Without these additions, it’s harder for people to understand that most of the finale was NOT from Dean’s POV but from Sam’s.

Dean’s “if we don’t keep living, then all that sacrifice is gonna be for nothing” stays the same. (Reasoning: I believe it’s necessary that the show sticks to the importance of “letting go” and “what is dead should stay dead” for the first time ever because the message is “even when you lose someone you love, you can still find some form of happiness and keep living, for you and for them, because that’s what they would have wanted”. Bringing someone back means “I can’t live without you”, and that’s just more codependency. It’s how the demon deals began in the Winchester family –Mary being the first one to do it. This would explain why Dean didn’t ask Jack to bring Cas back, as he asked Chuck. He understood Jack was NOT going to interfere anymore and accepted it. Besides, when Cas saved Dean from hell, Dean thought he didn’t deserve to be saved. This time that Cas saved him, Dean finally feels worthy enough to accept that YES, HE DESERVED TO BE SAVED ALL ALONG, just as much as he deserved to be loved by that angel of the Lord. In this scene, Dean also says that the pain is not gonna go away, which means that from HIS PERPECTIVE, it still hurts that Cas is not there. The problem is that the finale is not showing his POV but Sam’s.

Sam pies Dean on the face just the same. (Reasoning: That part was just to avoid ending the scene on a sad note).

Everything related to the case happens exactly the same. (Reasoning: At this point, people don’t really care about the MoTW, they care about Sam and Dean).

NOTE 1: The case is important to show that even when the Winchesters are finally free of Chuck’s influence, they CHOOSE to keep hunting. It isn’t something they do out of revenge or because it is their destiny anymore. Maybe they were forced into the life at first, but they’ve learned to find joy in saving people. Being hunters is who they are. However, the fact that a job application was shown on Dean’s desk is also important because it means he was willing to explore what else was there for him besides hunting. Maybe he could find a balance? Maybe he was thinking it was time to quit? We will never know! The thing is that Sam only finds out about it when he goes into Dean’s room after his brother is dead, so maybe that’s when it hits him that Dean wanted to explore his options, and Sam starts to think it’s time for him to do the same.

NOTE 2: I believe the masks the vampires are wearing is something we can blame on covid. If they had their faces covered, it was easier to use people from the SPN crew for some scenes, instead of using more actors unnecessarily.

NOTE 3: When Sam and Dean arrive at the barn, we get 3 visuals to remember Cas in the same scene (those are for the fandom, not for the general audience): a) the barn, obviously; b) the bag that resembles Cas’ trenchcoat so much that many people thought that’s what it was; and c) two feathers hanging on Dean’s right when he opens the trunk.

The scene with the throwing star happens the same. (Reasoning: The episode is still told from Sam’s point of view, so it makes sense that he fondly sees his brother as a man child).

Jenny the vampire? Uhhh… I mean, it’s not the best piece of writing I’ve ever seen, but it’s not the worst, so okay. That stays the same. (Reasoning: There is none, but she’s not what really ruined the finale, so whatever!)

Dean still dies impaled on a rebar. (Reasoning: OK. HERE ME OUT!!! I hate as much as everyone else that Dean is killed. I think it’s lazy writing, but that’s what we got and I can’t change that in this re-write, so if killing Dean is what we have to work around, then, memes aside, death by rebar is better and here’s why. There’s no one to blame for Dean’s death: no Chuck (the boys were willingly hunting even after Chuck was defeated), no vampires (they were all killed and were no real threat, so it was impossible for Sam to begin a quest for revenge against all vampires. What was Sam going to blame? A rebar? Can you kill it? Hunt it? NO. It was an ordinary death, a stupid accident. Just like any person can die at any moment by slipping on a banana peel. Is it a good death? No, but it’s good to know he doesn’t die trying to save Sam or Cas, because Dean Winchester is NOT willing to give up his life in exchange for anyone else’s anymore.

Sam takes out his phone and says he’ll call for help, but his phone is more visible to the audience. He dials and it’s almost to his ear when Dean stops him and Sam hesitantly hangs up. (Reasoning: People have complained that Sam didn’t call an ambulance, but actually he tried to. It’s just that people missed that part, maybe?)

After Sam puts his phone back in his pocket and says “OK” to Dean, he adds, “I’ll pray to Jack”. Dean’s immediate answer is: “No hands on, remember?” “But Dean”, Sam says, and Dean interrupts him with “OK listen to me” and tells Sam what to do with the kids they rescued. (Reasoning: Jack is God now and how come Sam didn’t remember? The viewers remembered, so it was necessary to include a line that ruled the option out and that showed Dean didn’t want Jack to intervene. The rest was fine).

The lines “You knew it was always gonna end like this for me. It was supposed to end like this, right?” disappear completely from Dean’s monologue. (Reasoning: This is the most problematic part of Dean’s dying speech. He fought God and earned free will, he is no longer controlled by fate or destiny. Accepting that he is supposed to die on a hunt regresses his character development and denies his desire to keep living. This was a total mistake and should be removed).

Instead, if going to heaven is the ending TPTB wanted to give Dean, at least he should say something more empowering. Sam tells him that both of them are going to take the kids somewhere safe. Dean answers and the scene follows like this: “No. Sammy, we made our choice, didn’t we?”, he smiles with difficulty. “We were free to write our own story and we did. We decided to keep saving people, hunting things. Because it’s what we love despite the risks.” (Reasoning: If Dean’s going to die it doesn’t have to feel like it was always meant to be that way. He should die knowing that he exerted his free will until his last breath).

The rest of the dialogue between Sam and Dean happens almost the same. Except that instead of Dean saying “‘cause when it all came down to it, it was always you and me. It’s always been you and me”, he says “’cause when it all came down to it, we’ve always had each other’s backs. Always.” And instead of Sam saying “Don’t leave me”, he says “I still can try to save you.” (Reasoning: It sounds way less codependent without diminishing the importance of their love and support for each other).

Besides, let’s change Dean’s “I’m not leaving you” for “You don’t have to be alone. You’ve still got family.” The rest stays the same word by word. (Reasoning: Dean reminds Sam that “family don’t end in blood” and there are still lots of people out there who love Sam and will be with him).

“I love you so much, my baby brother” stays exactly the same. (Reasoning: Dean always had trouble to express the big L word. I always believed and said many times that before Dean could say “I love you” to Cas or any other character, he had to say it to Sam. So, this is important as part of Dean speaking his truth).

The last part when Dean insists Sam tell him that it’s okay stays the same. (Reasoning: It’s the final moment when the codependency cycle breaks. No more running in circles).

The forehead touch between them stays the same. (Reasoning: I think I would do something similar if my sister were dying. I know there are w*ncest shippers out there, but it shouldn’t matter because the moment feels appropriate for that kind of goodbye).

See? There are changes but not too many. That’s why I’ve been saying that it was easier to get it right, yet they still managed to screw it up.

The second montage stays the same. (Reasoning: Life goes on, but of course Sam has to mourn).

The call about a case in Austin remains the same. (Reasoning: It’s the only part of the episode where someone from the found family is mentioned, so I think that Donna’s name is perfect in that moment. However, without the other additions I’ve made in this re-write, that off-hand mention feels too little. Its purpose was to tell the viewers that if Donna was alive, so were the others, but the way the episode was executed gave us an isolated Sam, incapable of having friends and a family without Dean).

After 30 minutes of Sam’s POV, let’s finally see the last bit of Dean’s POV that we’ll ever get.

Dean arrives in Heaven and Bobby receives him. All their conversation stays almost the same, except that after mentioning Rufus and before saying “and your mom and dad…”, Bobby adds an “Ellen and Jo let me borrow their place”. (Reasoning: If you’re gonna put the man outside the Harvelle’s place, at least mention them for Jack’s sake!).

Besides, after Bobby tells Dean that Sam will be along and that time in heaven is different, Dean gives a small smile and says, “Well, there’s no rush. I want him to have a long, happy life.” Bobby answers with: “I would expect nothing less from you, boy” and tells him he got everything he could ever want, etc., just like it happened in the episode, and finishes by asking “What are you gonna do now, Dean?” (Reasoning: It’s important we know for sure that Dean is NOT codependent anymore and that he doesn’t expect to have a miserable afterlife just because his brother is not there yet).

Instead of saying “I think I’ll go for a drive” Dean says, “I think I know what I want” and walks towards baby. Bobby still tells him to have fun. (Reasoning: “Know what I want” is ambiguous enough to help us introduce the last piece of the puzzle, the one thing Dean’s wanted for many seasons and has never been able to express).

The biggest change is coming:

Dean gets on the Impala and has a moment of silence while he contemplates the wheel. He begins to pray: “Hey, Cas, you got your ears on? I hear you’ve been busy working on this updated Heaven with Jack. You were right about him, Cas. You had faith in him and he saved us all. You could always see the best in everyone, even when they couldn’t see it themselves. Even when I couldn’t see it myself. There’s so much I want to tell you. Maybe you can visit sometime. I hope prayer’s still a thing up here.” (Reasoning: Dean’s side of the confession was unaddressed and that was terrible writing. If there was no way to get him to speak his truth textually, at least take him as close to it as possible).

We listen to a flutter of wings and a “Hello, Dean” from the back seat. We don’t see Cas, but the camera shows us Dean’s cocky smile and he says “Took you long enough.” He turns around slowly. End of scene. (Reasoning: The flutter of wings confirms that angels have their wings back and ties that loose end. The final “hello, Dean” was highly anticipated and it made sense. If Misha couldn’t be there to film, for whatever reason, or if the problem was the kind of conversation Dean and Cas would have, then don’t show it, but leave the door open. Let us know that the two characters were reunited and will talk, but whatever Dean has to say is so private that it’s not for us to hear, only for Cas.

We finally hear “Carry on my wayward son” and get a montage that begins with Sam playing with his kid. Then we see Dean driving, super happy, and Sam living his life to the fullest. We still get Sam’s Blurry Wife, BUT… we see pictures of Eileen in the living room (not just of John, Mary, Sam, and Dean). We also see photos of Jody, Donna, Charlie, and AU!Bobby. (Reasoning: FAMILY DON’T END IN BLOOD).

The scene where Sam is wearing the party wig and looks miserable inside the Impala is cut and nobody talks about it ever again because it never existed. We get a scene of Sam teaching his son how to fix the car instead. (Reasoning: First of all, don’t give Sam a life where years later he’s still in pain. Second of all, the fucking wig was a crime).

Sam’s dying scene stays the same. The only thing is that his son signs a couple of phrases to him before actually speaking. (Reasoning: More confirmation that Dean Jr. is Eileen’s son).

We hear the final “Evanescence-like Carry on my wayward son”. Again we see the photos and there’s family other than the Winchesters there. (Reasoning: Obvious at this point).

The rest is exactly the same. The show began with two brothers and it’s okay if the last scene is with the two brothers reunited in Heaven. At this point, the other parts of the story are acceptable enough for us to feel happy that they get to see each other again after years of a happy (after)life.

Now look me in the eye and tell me this was too hard to execute. I still think that bad writing is a thing we can’t deny here, adding to the possible meddling of the Network. Maybe Dabb wanted us to hate the finale because he couldn’t get away with what he truly wanted. If that was his intention, then kudos to him. He and The CW really gave us a finale that only 30% of the fandom liked.

I hope you guys have enjoyed this and it helps to give you some peace of mind. In my heart, this was the finale we got. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t drop the ball either.

#supernatural #15x20 #spn 15x20 #spn finale #rewrite #dean winchester #dean deserved better #cas deserved better #destiel #the characters deserved better #we deserved better #it was easier to get it right #yet they screwed up big time #alternate ending

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thewritingginger · 3 years

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Will It Ever Be The Same? P.1

Ok I made the first part of this idea I had that was going to be a one shot but it was getting kinda long so here's what I've got so far!

The beginning was a trip for me to write/edit when I decided to change the tense it was in 🥴 So forgive any mistakes, I’ve read and edited this as many times as I physically could handle before I got tired of the words on the screen :)

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Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: Seraphim x Fem! Reader Word count: 4.5k+ words Warning(s): 16+, Mentions of violence and death, Angst, Fluff, (More might be added over course of writing)

Summary: Seraphim saved you from a pair of boys when you were young and from then on your friendship grew. Everything was perfect till disaster struck, causing you to flee. It’d be 10 year till you saw each other again. Will this rekindled friendship grow to be much more or will it end in disaster once again?

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The midday sun was high in the sky, beating down on the flooded marketplace. There were stall keepers hollering their offers and deals that blended together with the rest of the nonsensical crowded chatter. “Make sure you keep up with me. You wouldn’t want to get lost again.” The boy's mother said, giving him a knowing glance as he refocused on their path.

He stood in a shaded bit by the shop hut as his mother was exchanging herbs and spices for coin pieces. His attention was then drawn to the sound of children yelling.

“Hey, wait up guys!” A girl, younger than he, yelled winded as she chased after a pair of boys.

“Leave us alone! We don’t want a girl with us, you’re too slow!”

“Yeah so go away.” A boy with sandy hair added as he shoved the girl to the ground. The duo started to laugh and make fun of her as she began to cry.

“Well that’s not very nice.” The boy’s mother said, breaking his attention. He turned to her with a raised brow.

“Well not like we can do anything about it.” He shrugged, about to walk away.

“Seraphim.” He stopped. “You should always try to help others if you can.” She smiled at him, sweeping her palm over his hair as she walked past him to the next stall. Letting out a huff he glanced up at the back of her head then back to the girl crying in the dirt.

Walking over to the two boys still joking and laughing he strode right up to the sandy haired boy and shoved him to the ground with a hard thud. “What the heck! What was that for?”

“Now you know how it feels to be pushed in the dirt.” With his hands on his hips Seraphim looked down at the boy then up to his accomplice - who took a step back.

“Whatever.” The boy stood up, dusting himself off. “Let’s get out of here, he can deal with her.” The two of them scampered off through the crowd as Seraphim turned to the sniffling girl.

Looking up she saw his extending hand. Hesitantly she reached for it and got up. “I’m… Seraphim.” He introduced awkwardly as she whipped away the remaining tears and snot on her sleeve.

“I’m Y/n.” She stuttered. “Thanks for helping me.”

“Yeah it was whatever. My mom said it’s good to help people so… that’s why I did it.” He scratched his head and looked around like he wished to be elsewhere than in silence with the snot nosed girl. “Well I’m gonna go, bye.”

“Wait!” She interjects. Twisting her hands together she then shook her head and looked down. “Nevermind.” Seraphim looked at her for a second more and before he could say or do anything else he heard his mother’s voice.

“Seraphim are you ready- Oh hello.” She smiled before looking down at her son. “I saw that some boys were giving you trouble. I hope my son wasn’t one of them.” Seraphim tsked and looked at his mom, a small curve of her lip grew while she kept her gaze towards the girl.

“Oh, no. He actually helped me, he pushed the boy that hurt me and got them to leave.” Seraphim gave a nervous smile to his mom when she raised a brow at him.

“Well I’m glad my boy could help you. I’m Ariana, would you like to join us for lunch?” His mother asked, which caused Seraphim’s head to whip towards her but she just chuckled sweetly.

“Uh, I don’t want to be a bother…” the girl trails off meekly glancing at the dark haired boy before looking to the ground.

“Nonsense! We would love to have you join us. Right Seraphim?” She places her hand on his bare shoulder.

“Yeah, sure.”

~~~

Seraphim’s mom directed the two of you to go hangout in the shade as she gathered a few more things.

Sitting under a tree, Ariana’s back still in sight, you and Seraphim were in silence. He was standing with a stick in hand, prodding the ground and loosely swinging around like a sword as you ran your fingers in the grass picking at the small white flowers littered about. Growing bored you asked, “How old are you?”

“Twelve.” He responded, crouching down to look in the dirt.

“Oh well I’m ten.” You started to feel like he didn’t want you around because the conversation just teetered off from there.

About 15 minutes later you heard Seraphim’s mom “Okay, are you two ready to get some lunch going?” She smiled at the two of you. Walking a bit ahead of them you noticed Ariana whispering to her son before she directed you towards the entrance of the forest. “This way, my dear.”

After walking for about 10 more minutes you were in a clearing with a river and a small cave. “Wow, do you guys live here?” You asked, looking at the pretty flowers around the edges.

“Yes we do. You know Seraphim was gonna catch us some fish, if you’d like, I’m sure he’d enjoy the help.” You turned to join them by the river and you heard Seraphim give a quiet whine.

“Mom I can do it myself.” His mother just shook her head and walked away to get things together in their rock home. Then it was just you two. Again.

Maybe I should just go help his mom instead You thought, as you turned to walk away Seraphim interrupted you.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you gonna help me?” He asked, looking up from the spear he was sharpening with a pointed look.

“Oh I thought I could go help your mom. I don’t want to get in your way.” Standing up with a small huff he walked away towards the hut leaving you alone by the river. A few minutes later he arrived back, breaking your thoughts as he stuck the base of a spear in the ground next to you, his other hand holding another.

“Here. Now you can actually help me instead of standing around.” He leaned it towards you to take with a trace of a forced smile on his lips.

So for the next hour you were practically just standing in awe of how Seraphim stood in the gentle flowing river looking for fish and throwing his spear in the water. He even tried to teach you the best way to catch fish as well. “You want to make sure you don’t disrupt the water too much when you move or you’ll scare them away.” You just nodded and focused on what he is doing in hopes to replicate it.

Standing in the middle of the river a few pases away from the boy you suddenly felt something slippery touch your ankle. Letting out a squeal Seraphim looked at you just in time to see you fall back in the water.

“Something just touched me!” Looking up with eyes the size of dinner plates, you just saw Seraphim laughing. Really laughing, with his spear in the water using it as a crutch as his head reared back. “What’s so funny?” You asked, your face began to heat up.

“It was just a fish you scaredy cat.” He said between laughter. “Are you okay?” He walked over to you offering a hand, much like he did earlier in the day but much warmer than before.

Standing up dripping wet you decided you were done “fishing” for one day. Besides, Seraphim had already caught five fish to your zero.

Walking back to the cave where a fire has been made you sat on a log.

A hand rested on your shoulder, “Here Y/n. How about you change into this and we can lay your clothes out to dry.” Ariana said, handing you what looks to be one of her simple cotton dresses. You accepted it and trudged into the cave to do so. The dress, as you expected, was way too big on you. You had to hold the skirt up so it wouldn’t drag on the ground as you made your way back to the fire pit. Seraphim was roasting the fish over the fire, snorted when he saw your new attire. You were right to think you looked ridiculous. “Y/n, you look lovely. Doesn’t she?” Ariana gave her son a look.

“Yup, she sure does.” He said, trying to hold back another chuckle. You just rolled your eyes at him and took a seat.

Ariana laid your drenched clothes out on a giant rock that was soaked in the sun's rays.

From there everything went quite smoothly. You actually ended up spending the rest of the day with them till the sun was beginning to hang low above the horizon. You honestly had so much fun. Once the newness between you two wore off it became much easier to talk and play.

After your clothes weren’t soaking wet anymore you spent much time after eating, running around in the forest and even playing in the river looking for cool rocks.

But all things have to come to an end at some point.

“Y/n, don’t you need to head home? It’ll be nightfall before you know it.” Ariana reminded the two of you of the time. As you walked back to the cave you thanked the woman for allowing you to stay. “It was not trouble. You’re more than welcome to come back anytime, I’m sure Seraphim would enjoy the company as well.” She smiled. The boy in question looked at her.

“Mom!” He whispered, embarrassed.

“Oh hush now. You should walk her home, make sure she gets back safe.” His mom nudged him forward as she left you two.

At that point walking side by side wasn’t too weird anymore. “Thanks for letting me play with you.” You said.

“Yeah, it was fun.” He smiled.

A few times throughout your journey home the two of you got side tracked, to look at different rocks, flowers and even by an animal passing by.

“That’s my house over there.” You pointed towards a modest cobblestone hut with a straw roof. “Thanks, again.”

Standing at the door Seraphim gave you a nod. “You’re welcome. See ya.” He turned but you stopped him.

“Wait, would you like to- Maybe we can hang out again? There’s a place over here that has a lot of rocks. Maybe you can find some for your collection?” You said, wringing your hands together, admittedly a nervous tic. He thought about it for a few seconds then nodded his head again.

“Sure, that sounds cool. But I should go now before my mom worries. See ya later Y/n.” He said with a slight smile and wave.

~~~

The next few weeks you and Seraphim began hanging out more and more till it became an everyday occurrence. After the first week Seraphim’s mom wasn’t even surprised by your presence.

“Good, you two are just in time to help me pick apples.”

That day you met their bears. It came as quite a startle when you just saw a bear walking up from behind Seraphim. “Oh my god, there's a bear!”

“Don’t worry, these guys won't hurt you.” He said as he scratched the animal next to him. Taking a few experimental steps forward, the bear accepted your touch when Seraphim guided your hand atop the creature's head. It’s black fur was so soft you couldn’t help but wrap your fingers in it and smile. Then not only did you have Seraphim to play with but also a few adorable bear cubs to pet and roll around with as well.

~~~

Though all this joy would soon come to an end a few short weeks later.

You and Seraphim were fishing in the river a bit away from his home. That day he brought his bow and you your spear. You were actually getting better and even managed to catch one that day. Heading back to the camp laughing Seraphim stopped abruptly making you bump into him. “Hey, wha-”

“Shh.” He cut you off. You felt uneasy by the seriousness on his once smiling face. You heard male voices and then a woman’s cry. Sticking close behind him, he crept around the lightly wooded area of your destination. Peering through the foliage of the forest you saw that it was Seraphim’s mother who cried and she was with company that seemed less than welcomed. There was a group of men holding swords talking to Ariana that was kneeling on the ground before one of them.

“Where’s the boy?” The man barked.

Seraphim? You look at your friend, his eyes glued on his mom. The grip on his bow tightened.

“I swear there is no one here but-” Her pleas are cut off by a sharp smack, you saw Seraphim’s body tense as if he was about to stand up. You grabbed the cloth around his waist to silently stop him, your eyes pleading. He glared at you, eyes locked. As you are growing more frightened you can see the fire in him was building.

Your staring contest was broken by a new voice. There was another woman the man referred to as Ariana’s sister. Your blood ran cold when you witnessed her apologizing before one of the men stabbed their sword through the back of her neck. Covering your mouth your eyes began to brim over with tears. Seraphim’s reaction was just as shocked till he saw another man grab his mother’s neck, strangling her.

Pulling out one of the arrows he readied his bow, his mother looked at the two of you with worry filled eyes. They were screaming for you to run, to leave before the two of you were hurt. Which was exactly what everything inside you was telling you to do but your body felt numb and unable to move. You were then soon brought back to earth when Seraphim released the arrow into the back of that man’s skull, the head sticking out his mouth.

Before climbing the tree he shoved you to the ground. “Get out of here!” His command startled you. You couldn’t just leave him.

After that everything happened so fast it felt like daze. First the bears you’ve played with countless times charged in mauling the men as Seraphim shot arrows at others. Then everything slowed when you saw your friend racing towards his mother as the man in charge grabbed her and sliced his blade across her throat, a wicked grin you’ll never forget played on his lips. Your heart broke for the loss for your friend and from his cry.

You wanted to look away or run, anything besides watching this nightmare playing out before you. The family you found was getting cut down one by one. The bears, Ariana, and all that was left was Seraphim.

You wanted to scream. Get to him. Anything to stop what was happening in front of your eyes. But you couldn’t. What could’ve you done? You could barely catch a fish without Seraphim’s help so you were forced to watch him face off against a grown man with a sword. This can’t be happening! Run! Your mind was pleading but you were frozen in fear once again. No matter how much you prayed to the gods it was all a dream and to make it stop, it didn’t.

Then in a horrifying moment you witnessed the vicious man’s blade strike down Seraphims face. He fell and so did you. Hiding behind the bushes your palms cupped over your mouth, trying to muffle your tears and quickened breath. Then once more a fire was lit under your ass when you heard more screams from the men and the roar of another bear. This time you got up and ran like Seraphim told you to. Glancing back all you saw was someone riding away on a horse and the blurred image of two figures crumpled on the ground.

~ 10 years later ~

For the past few years you’ve been working odd jobs where you can to earn coin. You’ve swept shop fronts, washed and fed horses, and stocked shop stalls with newly delivered goods.

At the moment you were working at a small tavern, filling drinks and cleaning tables.

You were out front serving a couple when you heard some commotion.

“Hey! Watch where you are going asshole!” A man yelled to another.

Probably just a drunk that wasn’t watching where he was going and is looking for a fight. The man just tsks, “Freak.” Before walking past you. Looking up, you catch a glimpse of the man he was referring to as he was pulling his hood back up. You paused.

That guy-

But you’re pulled from your thoughts by a voice. “Excuse me.” An older woman calls you, cup held up. You sighed and got back to work.

~~~

Another long day of work is over, thankfully. “Okay, I’m heading home. See ya tomorrow.” You wave to your friend as you leave through the back of the tavern. Turning the corner you see a large figure in a cloak. It resembles the man you couldn’t shake from your thoughts some weeks ago. You decide, against your better judgment, to take a detour and circle around a building hoping to be in a position to catch another look at his face. You don’t allow yourself a moment to really answer yourself as to why it was so important, you just let your legs guide the way.

Crossing the road, the evening sun casting it in a warm orange glow, you stopped at an abandoned stall that was shaded behind the building, trying to get a look of him from the corner of your eye.

Then your eyes locked!

You looked down and tried to walk away as nonchalantly as possible but you were stopped by a booming voice.

“Why are you following me?” The mystery man asks. You froze, turning on your heel to face him. You are about to respond when your words get caught in your throat. You must’ve looked like an idiot with your mouth ajar. It can’t be, can it? He gives a tsk as he begins to step away

“Seraphim?” You finally say. It came out as more of a whisper to yourself but he must’ve heard cause now it was his turn to freeze. You shake your head, That’s ridiculous! “I-I’m sorry. I must have the wrong-”

“How do you know my name?” He cuts you off, turning towards you, advancing a few steps. His build is much more threatening at a closer distance and his question certainly didn’t help. Though it was more of a command. You just open and close your mouth to find the words. Any words, literally anything at all would work just so you could stop looking like a fool that hit their head. Which you might have because this can’t be happening.

“Is it really you?” He just squints his eyes. “You remember me right? We played together a lot as children.” You can tell your words have begun to sink in the more his eyes scanned you, his face drops. Standing there, nerves getting the better of you, you began to rub your palms together awaiting his response. You’d be relieved even if he just spat a “fuck you” in your face cause than atleast there wouldn’t be this deafening silence. Unable to keep his gaze you look away but you can still feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head.

“…Y/n?” He finally says. Your name travels hesitantly past his lips. You feel like you might pass out or scream or just simply cry cause it’s him. It’s really him!

His expression reads the same as yours. For a final silent second of looking over each other you take a tentative step towards him, he stays like a statue.

Standing before him you think about touching him.

He is just like you remember, minus the height and strong build, his tanned skin and long brown hair you were always so jealous of. Though when your eyes reach his face yours falls, he notices and turns his away slightly.

His eye.

The right one is the same hue of obsidian as you remember but his left is cut through with a scar and left white.

That must have been from that day. You shudder at the thought.

Reaching up your palm grazes his cheek, he stiffens from your touch. You don’t know why you did that. Maybe you just needed proof that this wasn’t all a dream. That your old friend really is flesh and blood before you.

Turning his gaze to yours, you tilt your head taking him in. He really is the Seraphim you remember just… hardened.

“I- I thought you died.” You say, voice threatening to cry, because perhaps some part of him did that day and in the years apart.

He stays silent a moment longer, you assume it’s due to the similar shock you’re feeling. But then he pulls your hand away before turning. “You’d be better off keeping it that way.”

His body moves further into the shadows and you feel your blood begin to heat up. Does he really think he can just walk away like that?

Stomping after him you catch his shoulder and spin him back towards you, his brows raised. “What’s the big idea? What do you mean I should keep it that way?” Your hands are on your hips, chest is heaving. Unsure as to why you’re reacting like this you just keep your eyes locked with his.

“Do you have any idea how many nights I spent beating myself up for not going to you? The countless years I’ve spent wishing I could see you again? Just for you to tell me, now that that would be possible, that it’s better that I think you dead?”

After your outburst your arms drop to your side. You look up hoping to halt the tears threatening to seep out and just when you were about to tell him to forget it he responds.

“I don’t know what you’re hoping for Y/n but -” He trails off.

“You want to know what I was hoping for? That you were alive and I could see you just one last time even if that was all I’d be allowed.” You let out a breathy chuckle. “Call it pathetic if you want but… you were my only friend and I missed you. I mean it became pretty lonely without you.” You wipe away a loose tear that betrayed your will.

“Then what do you want?” He asks. You look back up with glossy eyes.

“Meet me tomorrow. I have work but I’ll be off two hours till nightfall and if either of us wants to leave after, then that will be that.” You say matter of factly with your hands on your hips. Another moment passes with him in silence. You let out a defeated sigh. “You know what, forget it.”

“I never said no.” His eyes bore into you in thought before continuing. “Meet me at the river.”

And that was it. He turned and walked back into the dimming streets, hood pulled high before you could say anything else.

So to say you were a bit shaken would be an understatement. Walking home you just kept replaying the image of his face and his voice.

He’s changed so much. Well of course he has, it's been a decade since you last saw him. He’s practically a stranger at this point.

A stranger…

And you’re going to be meeting with said stranger at the river before dusk tomorrow. Leaning against the door of your home you knock the back of your head against the wood. Y/n, what have you gotten yourself into?

Getting through the door you just flop yourself onto your bed, not bothering to change. The whole night was spent tossing and turning thinking about the coming day.

This is a bad idea! You don’t even know him. I mean sure he is your friend but what if he isn’t the boy you remembered? What if things are weird? What if he’s... different?

You somehow managed to sleep, though your unconscious mind was still spinning with thoughts of Seraphim. You had a dream, a memory actually. One you almost forgot.

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You were running around in the forest like you guys did countless times. But this time the two of you were ‘battling’ but you were doing a lot more running than fighting.

“Come back and face me! For I the mighty Seraphim will take you down!” The raven hair boy declared boisterously, making you laugh. The air was filled with the sound of rustling leaves and laughter from the two of you. You saw a clearing up a head which would make a perfect arena. However, you didn’t make it there before your foot got caught on an outstretched tree root. Tumbling to the ground you let out a small cry. “Y/n! Are you okay?”

Seraphim kneeled beside you on the damp earth. Looking you over he sees you clutching your knee to your chest. “Let me see it.” He said. You removed your hands to show him, you scraped your knee pretty badly. It was starting to bleed a little but nothing too unmanageable. “Stay here, I'll be right back.” He instructed before rushing towards his home.

About 10 minutes passed and your tears had stopped, though you were sure your eyes were red and your nose snotty. You hear rustling coming towards you and looking up you see the boy returning with a small pale of water and a cloth. “My mom is still at the market so this is the best I could do.”

He soaked the clean cloth in the water and started to wipe your wound. “OUCH!” Your knee jerked away from his touch.

“Sorry. But you need to wash it so it doesn't get worse.” You nodded your head and allowed him to continue. You kept wincing and hissing every so often.

Whilst cleaning your knee Seraphim saw you had a big splinter. “Uh this might hurt but I’ll do it quickly.” He tried to reassure you. Bracing yourself he took out the small piece of wood, you actually started to cry again - which felt embarrassing.

Once your knee was as clean as he could get it he then wrapped the clean side of the cloth around your knee. “Are you okay?” He asked, his onyx eyes laced with concern.

“Yeah, thanks.” you sniffle, wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Seraphim leaned towards you and placed a small peck on your cheek, which startled you. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, well I uh- you were hurt so I gave you a kiss better.” He hastily stuttered as he got up and dusted himself off. Without looking at you he extended his hand for you to take. “We should head back, my mom should be there by now.” He then took your hand and started walking back.

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Wow. Okey if you made it through that I hope you enjoyed it. This start feels a bit rocky but lets hope it only goes up from here 😅

I’m definitely more of a One shots & HCs kinda girl not a big Fic writer, perhaps that’s because I haven’t done much multi part/”chapter” writing before so 🤷🏻‍♀️

If you enjoyed this let me know your thoughts :3

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~ Masterlist ~

#netflix blood of zeus #blood of zeus #blood of zeus x reader #blood of zeus seraphim #boz seraphim #seraphim x reader #blood of zeus seraphim x reader #boz seraphim x reader

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barsformars · 3 years

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reaction: to their s/o being a teacher; ateez

req: Hi! Can I request Ateez Reaction to you being a teacher and them visiting you at school. Thank you you are the best ♥

a/n: thank you for requesting! this was kinda hard to write but i hope it won't bore you out JDJEJE I tried please hehehe

Seonghwa

being naturally curious about a lot of things, seonghwa would probably be more than happy to listen to you 'rehearse' your classes the next day at the dinner table, and if he has the energy to comprehend the content he might even ask questions so that you can kind of practice answering your students.

and before he even visits your school, he will make sure to ask you how many teachers there are in your department so that he can buy some snacks and drinks for everyone knowing just how exhausting teaching can be, hehe model boyfriend, 11/10 will make your colleagues jealousssssss

Hongjoong

you can count on hongjoong to help make your classes more interesting to keep the students attentive, like he would tell you what he wished his teachers did so that he would have liked school more and stayed in it longer but well JSJSJEJ

he would probably be very awkward while walking around your school waiting for you to end your class, like the only memories he had was when he was really young so, yea the school would probably feel pretty strange to him since he spent so much time in the studio since he was like what....15/16(?)

(also bye he's so small in the gif i-)

Yunho

he would be really amazed honestly, like he would always think of how much nonsense and bullshit teachers have to deal with and he would shudder so he really respects you for choosing this career and having the passion to educate children no matter how tiring it can be,, would always ask if you need any help unwinding for the weekend or something

he probably isn't supposed to but he would tell the security guard that he's just going to wait at the library or something but he ends up crashing your classes,, just suddenly appearing at the back of the room and surprising you. your students always asks you when he's going to come again as if you would know lmao

Yeosang

he likes hearing the tea, all the drama between your students or like from entitled parents or just the stupidest most chaotic things that the students in your school do jdjeje and like seriously,, schools really do have the juiciest gossip and stuff

the type to just hang out at your desk in the staff room and make friends with your colleagues, secretly judging the ones that you told him shit about. ok im making him some so mean and like drama hungry but he's really not, ok, he just finds it really interesting but he won't let anything loose.

San

like Yunho, he would really admire you because in his eyes, teachers are seriously one of the most selfless people on earth because they really do more than just teaching and he himself have received so much guidance and help outside of academics from his teacher and ya so uk,, he would really love a s/o who is a teacher.

you would just see him talking to students eating alone in the cafeteria, playing football/basketball with students and even helping your colleagues with carrying the books and all while waiting for you to end class. you know how there's always that one teacher who brings their kids to school and everyone loves them, yea that's San, but instead of a kid he's a grown ass man, of course (you've also heard he plays video games with some of your students????)

Mingi

he loves an intellectual, but you know what he loves even more, an intellectual who's willing to share and give that knowledge back to society. and mingi likes to learn, so hell yea he would definitely sit beside you while you plan out your classes so he can kinda pick up whatever you are teaching at school. he would probably like to read it up on his own and ask you about it

he would just go straight to your classroom but instead of going in he would just kinda loiter outside because he's shy lmao, it's a little creepy for the students if you think about it but he would peek through the windows and just admire you as you do your thing jsjsjs

Wooyoung

he was in no way a bad student but he was definitely loud, like you can't tell me he's quiet in the classroom. so naturally, he would ask you about your students, like who are the quiet ones and who are the loud ones, the class clowns etc. like yeosang, he's probably more interested in knowing about the people in school than what you teach (no offence)

and when he comes visit you in school, like Yunho, he would crash your class and try to match faces to names and be like "ohhhhh so you are the really smart one", "ohhh you are the one with the bad handwriting" 💀 or "you better hand up your work on time, I swear to god"....your students are just like 😳😳😳😳😳 "ok"

Jongho

constantly stocks up your desk with markers, marker refills, whiteboard duster, blank papers, stickers, stamps, you get it...whatever you need for your classes, he will make sure that you never run out and never have to worry about making last minute runs to the store to get them. will also text you reminders to eat well, sleep early and to not drink so much coffee

he may be quite shy but when he goes to visit you at school, I see him interacting with your students a lot, like he would ask how they find your lessons, or how they were coping with studies and stuff, would even play with them during breaks and tell them the dad jokes jdjsjs,, your students might like him more than they like you oops

#kwritersworldnet #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez writings #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez ot8 #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #requested

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the-record · 3 years

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The City of Romance (Part 2)

Summary: On Spencer’s mandatory leave, he plans a trip to Paris, France where he meets an unforgettable face.

Part 2 summary:

Italics: Translation French to English. Bold: Song lyrics

Songs: Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles - You Belong with Me by Taylor Swift

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Non-BAU!Fem!Reader

A/N: I love writing this, there will definitely be more parts <3

Part 1, Part 3

Check out my masterlist here!

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Spencer.” You smiled hearing his voice.

“Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah just wanted to make plans and I hate texting.” You giggle softly.

“Same. It takes way to long. And yeah. Where do you want to go?”

“It’s kind of a surprise. Just look nice and I will pick you up on Saturday at 5. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. See you then.” You hung up and ran to your closet to pick out an outfit. You chose a dress that could be both casual or formal depending on what shoes and jewelry you wore. A tight green dress. With heels, gold necklace, fancy earrings, and rings made it fancy. With converse and a silver necklace with simple silver rings made it casual. Hair curled and up was casual and fancy. Perfect. Now all you had to do was wait.

Saturday could not have come fast enough. You threw on the dress and did some natural makeup. You curled your hair and put it into a ponytail, taking out some pieces to frame your face. The doorbell of your uncles house rang as you finished your hair. You ran downstairs as fast as you could and opened the door.

“Spencer! Come in!” He nodded and stood by the door.

“You look gorgeous.” You felt the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you. I didn’t know whether this was casual or fancy...” You tried to play that off so he would give you a hint.

“Very casual.” You smiled and nodded.

“Sounds good. I’ll be right back.” He nodded and leaned against the wall as you ran upstairs. You put on the converse and jewelry quickly before doing a onceover and going back down, carefully this time. “Ready?” He nodded and lead you to his car, opening the passengers side door for you. What a gentleman. “Ok so where are we going?” You questioned.

“That’s a surprise.” You chuckled softly and rolled your eyes. You turned on the radio.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

“Do you know the song?” You look at Spencer and your jaw drops.

“You don’t know Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds?” He shakes his head and smiled. “Wow ok. Next date we are teaching you about music because I am utterly shocked right now.” He stopped at the red light and looked at you.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

“Next date?” You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized what you said. You looked down at your hands even as his eyes were on you. “Wait, it’s okay. I would really like that actually.” You looked up at him.

“Really?” He nodded. “Great.” He drove a little longer while you sang to the music on the radio station. He pulled up to a mini golf course. “Mini golf?” You smiled and hopped out the car.

“Do you like it?” You smiled and took his arm.

“I love it.” It was warm outside. Spencer was in jeans, converse high tops, and a sweater. He looked absolutely adorable. You went to the front desk to pay for the night. You both got clubs and a fun colored golf ball before heading outside. Unsurprisingly you were both terrible and spent 15 minutes at each hole. “God we suck.” You giggle.

“I have to agree. Maybe mini golf wasn’t the best choice of date.” You nodded in agreement.

“Actually, I think it’s pretty great. I mean, we get to spend time together and get to know each other. I think it’s perfect.” You see the blush rise to his cheeks. “How about we go get ice cream or something?” He takes your hand in his and now it’s your turn to blush. The heat rises to your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach are flipping and running into your skin.

“That’s sounds like a great idea.” You walk with down the streets hand in hand until you make it to an ice cream parlor. “What kind are you getting?” You look up at him.

“Chocolate chip cookie dough. It’s the best.” He smiles and nods making a mental note of that.

“One vanilla cone and a chocolate chip cookie dough cone please.” He pulls out his wallet and you try to stop him but he proceeds anyways. “I’m taking you out, this is my treat so I am paying.” You finally give in. The ice cream is smooth and creamy. It has the perfect about of ice cream to cookie dough. “How is it?”

“To die for. How’s yours?”

“Perfect.” You smiled and take another bite of your dessert. You eventually make it back to the car and neither of you have any food left in your hands. It’s been such a long day you fall asleep in the car on the way back. When you wake up he is bent down next to you trying to wake you up. “Hey, we’re here.” You put your arms around his shoulders to help you up and he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t twitch or shake you away, he embraces you and helps you up. You pull out your key and unlock the door to David’s mansion.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You kissed his cheek a little closer to his lips than last time. “Bye Spence, I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Bye. Have a good night.” You smile as he walks away and when you close the door, your whole body leans against the door before sliding to the ground. Your body is to heavy for you feet to hold up. You felt weightless. Like you just might fly away if something didn’t hold you down. But you weren’t weightless so your feet hurt like a bitch.

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“No absolutely not! You cannot tell me Mozart is better than The Beatles! You are crazy Spence! I have been over 4 times to show you new music and still, you think classical music is the best!” You got up to put on a new record. It was Taylor Swift’s album Fearless.

“It’s better! Stop denying it.” You scoffed and placed the vinyl down before moving the needle over. It started playing ‘You Belong With Me’ one of your all time favorites. “Oh no, no more of your music. Please, I’m sorry for insulting The Beatles but this is torture.” You rolled your eyes and dropped your head.

“Nuh uh uh! This is Taylor Swift and we are listening to it, period.”

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

You sing every single word, getting each lyric and note right. You serenade the man in front of you.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do

Spencer laughs as you dance around his apartment singing the song like no one’s watching. He told you to bring your own music because all of his was classical which thoroughly annoyed you how uncultured he is.

But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

You stare him down in the eyes for the next part.

If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me You belong with me

His eyes flicker to your lips but you don’t say anything about it yet. To be fair, your eyes did the same. You got a little closer to him, still dancing and bouncing around.

Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy?

You put your finger out and tip up his chin so he looks you in the eyes. He smiles, perfect for the next lyrics.

And you've got a smile That can light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while Since she brought you down You say you're fine, I know you better than that Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

You back away once again, winking at him as you move. He thinks he’s imagined it but he definitely hasn’t. It’s all real. You, him, the music, the wink. Everything is real.

She wears high heels I wear sneakers She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

Suddenly your almost stomping on the ground to the beat, getting ready for the next part.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house In the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're 'bout to cry And I know your favorite songs And you tell me 'bout your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it's with me

Your words become softer and softer as you sing. Your voice lowering slightly every word.

Can't you see that I'm the one Who understands you? Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me

You come closer to Spencer and pull him up off his couch so you are standing right in front of each other. Your faces creep closer and closer as you finish the song.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

He pulls you in for a soft and sweet kiss which your reciprocate, throwing your arms around his neck. He hugs you close by the waist.

You belong with me Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me? You belong with me

“I like Taylor Swift.” You giggle against his lips.

“Well isn’t that amazing. Lucky for you I have all of her albums.” You place another kiss on his soft lips. “I like that.”

“I like that too.” You rest your head on his chest as ‘Breathe’ plays. “I think you might have to show me new music more often.” You bite your lip to try and hide your smile but fail.

“My email!” You gasp. “I was supposed to get an email about the job at that elementary school.” You pull out of his arms and race to your computer that you brought over. You see the email and run back over to him, pulling him towards it. “I can’t open it, you have to.” You instruct. He stands behind you and puts his arms on each side, moving the mouse and clicking on it. Your eyes screwed shut and when he realized and whispered into your ear.

“Congrats pretty girl.” You gasp and open your eyes, skimming over the email. Spencer goes to his kitchen and pulls a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Your face is bright and excited. You’re glowing and the ice cream makes it better. You both sit on the couch and eat ice cream as a celebration. He puts his arm around you and kisses your head. “I knew you would get the job.” You smile and lean into his chest.

“Thank you.” You look up and place go in for a kiss but wipe ice cream on his nose instead. “Oops!” He scoffs and puts some ice cream on your nose. “Spencer!” He chuckles and wipes your nose then his.

“I’m sorry love. I won’t ever wipe ice cream on your nose again.” You lean in for a kiss, and this time, you don’t stop.

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“Hello lovelies!” You enter the bullpen with boxes of pastries and cookies in your hands. “International gifts for my favorite people.” You place the boxes on Spencer’s desk before giving him a quick peck.

“You are a goddess woman!” You smile at Derek’s comment.

“Sorry, I’m taken.” You open a box and pull out an éclair for yourself, taking a big bite. Spencer moves his chair a little and pulls you into his lap causing you to jump and almost scream at the sudden movement. “Spencer Reid I swear I will have your head in a basket if you ever do that again!” You smack his shoulder with your free hand. He places a kiss on your cheek.

“Ok, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” You smile as the team all comes to get something from the boxes.

“Ugh, Hotch they’re doing it again!” Emily yells, pretending to be disgusted by you and Spencer.

“Someone’s grouchy today.” You point out, leaning into Spencer’s chest.

“Hey, what’re you doing here today anyways? Don’t you have work?” JJ asks. You smile and shake your head.

“Kindergarten got out early today. I don’t know why, but the district gave us early release.”

“That is so not true. We all know this is an excuse to see Reid because you don’t know what else to do.” You roll your eyes at Derek’s comment.

“That is not true. I actually have a lot of shit to do today. I have to go get candy and costumes for Halloween, get my classroom reset up and decorated, clean, go to the post office, make lesson plans, really I just wanted to stop by and bring you all food. Seeing my boyfriend was just an added plus. And what happened to me being a goddess like 10 minutes ago?” You hummed. “Ok well I am going to go say hi to the rest of the team. I love you.” You kissed Spencer’s head and walked to Hotch’s office with a box of treats in hand. “You’ve got mail.” You opened his door and walked over to bring him something to eat. He grabbed out a croissant and placed it on his desk. “Get something for Jack too.”

“Really?” You nod. “Thanks. How’s teaching going?” The sound of happy children rang through your ears.

“I love it so much however apparently we get early release so the kids got the rest of the day off. How’s catching twisted minds going?” He sighs and rubs his head before leaning back into his chair.

“Never get’s an easier. Alright well I assume you have busy day so I will let you get on. Thanks for the food.” You nodded and closed the door on your way out. Next stop, David’s office.

“Come in.” You opened the door.

“Mom says hi.” He looks up and smiles at you.

“Good morning Bella.” You smile and bring the box towards him and place on his desk when your phone rings in your back pocket. You smiled and step out to take the call. You stand in the hallway to talk.

“Y/N, es-tu là?“ “Y/N, are you there?”

“Ouais maman, je suis là. Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” “Yeah mom, I’m here. What’s wrong?”

“Je ne sais pas. Je ne peux pas respirer.” “I don’t know. I can’t breathe.”

“OK OK. Peux-tu faire quelque chose pour moi? Inspirez pendant 5 secondes, maintenez pendant 6 et expirez pendant 7.” “Ok Ok. Can you do something for me? Breathe in for 5 seconds, hold for 6, and out for 7.”

You listen and hear your mom, breathing as you count. You hear her breath steady out and it calms you.

“Bon travail. Pouvez-vous me chercher Nicolette? Donnez-lui le téléphone et prenez un verre d'eau.” “Good job. Can you get Nicolette for me? Hand her the phone and get a glass of water.”

“Qui.” “Yes.”

You hear the phone moving and the sounds of people conversing in French in the background.

“Salut?” “Hello?”

“Salut c'est moi. Maman vient d'avoir une crise de panique alors peux-tu l'aider? Je l'ai amenée à réguler sa respiration mais je ne peux pas m'empêcher de beaucoup parler au téléphone.” “Hey, it's me. Mom just had a panic attack so can you help her? I got her to regulate her breathing but I can't help much over the phone.”

“L'amour bien sûr. Je t'appellerai et un peu.” “Of course love. I will call you in a little.”

“Merci. Dis à maman que je t'aime pour moi. Au revoir.” “Thank you. Tell mom I love you for me. Bye.”

Your breathing relaxes and you realize the time. You’ve been here much longer than you thought you would be.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds fluff #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #Jennifer Jareau #elle greenaway #Penelope Garcia #david rossi #emily prentiss

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transhoverfish · 3 years

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What are everyone's "abilities" in Survivors? Ryley has good hearing and Milo glows but what do the others have?

!!! YOU HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT MY AU !!! THE FLOODGATES OF YELLING HAVE OPENED!!

OK SO. as u mentioned ryley has good hearing and milo glows. basically,

ryley = good hearing

milo = glowy boy

emily = electric detection (cooler than i describe rn my vocabulary is small)

danby = like emily's but reverse. controls electromagnetic things

roman = night vision

jochi = the most superpower like one, he got quick regeneration.

avery = telepathy!

bart = also kind of telepathy but more like future telepathy. he has future vision.

and i. never thought of one for ozzy actually and at this point i have no idea what to give them that wouldn't have been brought up prior so. u know genetics are weird! they just dont have anything ig. nobody look at me LABDKABDLABD

AND ALSO paul and marg have powers! paul got that peeper enzyme carrier thing, and marg got the very funny power of feeling others emotions. yes that includes the fish. yes this is one of the primary reasons she didnt kill paul over a decade of dealing w him. yes she hates it.

and the vesper haven't been sick long enough to develop anything! or at least thats what im going with bc i havent thought of anything for them yet 😔

AND NOW: LONGER EXPLANATIONS. IM GONNA GET CARRIED AWAY SO ITS UNDER A READ-MORE.

first off on the list: bart! so bart.. kinda has futuristic visions?? but the things he sees are not set in the stone,, as in if he dreams about smth (a lot like ryley can!) it is possible to change those events! most of these visions/telepathy type stuff were bc of the emperor and warpers, and also al-an! once the sea emp died and the warpers all calmed down his powers kind of go away a bit. i think i wrote al-an sort of mentioning it in one chap of awa?? but its only kind of implied. so he has rlly similar powers to avery except he can't tell what others are thinking and he can only kind of tell how his closest friends r feeling. so right now bart pretty much doesn't have powers! he can communicate w the warpers and sea emps much easier than the others tho (he's the only one that can talk to warpers! im not sure he'd get along w them after being hunted down by them for like 12 years though KABDLSBRLSHD)

avery has telepathy! this is because when he first shows up he jokes about having telepathy and i was like "haha. WAIT." and then he got telepathy! i realize its a bad idea to not come up with their powers until as im writing but uhhh well. i never said i was a fantastic writer who's smart. KANROSHROSBF.

he also kind of had marg's empathy ability but wayyy dialed back. he can only tell how other humans are feeling and he can only vaguely understand it as opposed to feeling the emotions himself like marg does. so he can kind of tell how others are feeling and he can tell what theyre thinking about! unless of course for plot convince he can't. strong emotions, especially strong negative emotions (ie. fear) can overwhelm him and makes his powers stop working. and if someone is convinced they're right then he wont b able to tell they're lying/hiding something! yay plot convenience!!

roman has night vision. i have no way of making this sound cool he just straight up can see really well in the dark. like a cat. most of the powers were based off where they originally landed and what would help them in that area! and roman landed in the sparse reef, which is so dark all the time i cry thinking about it. so he has night vision! his poor eyesight is probably all kinds of fucked up now tho.

jochi has regeneration abilities! now i know this might sound a bit much but he just heals from cuts and stuff faster and like. he bones heal fast. and he's more likely to survive smth that might usually kill someone, but its like a 10% higher chance of living nothing too much. he doesn't rlly get scars as much as the others, and its healed his old ones a bit more! this is by far the most unrealistic power of them all, but ya know its alien fish planet game who cares. basically bc his life support systems failed his spine got all fucked up and he got infected faster bc he was barely alive for the first few days and spent a lot of time w bart who was looking after him. power helped fix his back, but he still has a rlly bad limp and pretty much constant pain. big mood there khasar 😔✊

emily can detect electromagnetic waves! works best underwater. kind of like ryley's, but instead of hearing noises she can only hear anything electric, like vehicles or ampeels or heartbeats. gets all fucked up during thunderstorms though sadly. she's the only other one that can kind of hear warpers and can tell when ones about to warp around but she cant actually talk back to them. pretty sick if u ask me tho.

danby has p similar powers to her bc ampeels also spawn in the bulb zone. except he can sense them at a much smaller distance, cant hear warpers, and can control the waves around him! mostly just his own tho. so like, he can quiet his heartbeat or make it stop all together. scary power that he does not know how to control. uh oh. but he can also control other creatures a bit! he's very good at hiding bc of this, which is nice bc he loves to hide from scary things. very big mood once again.

milo is glowing powers! looks a lot like the transparency of a ghost levi or a crabsquid, although he isn't as see through as them. you can def make out like veins but not bones or organs. his powers are activated by touch, the more force behind will create more glow and more transparency! a poke = goes away within a few seconds, a slap = stays for a minute or so. instead of bruises, he just glows until the bruise would normally go away. he's basically a living glowstick. i have another joke for this but i cannot physically convince myself to type it bc its some shit emily would say to him and i cannot embarrass him like that LABDLABDKABAKD

andd ryley's super hearing! can hear basically everything within a mile radius at all times. im bad at math and i don't know the metric system but i think that's like around 1k meters. wait does the metric system use mile already. no. ONCE AGAIN NEVER SAID I WAS SMART.

OK ANYWAYS back on track! this means he can hear about half of the crater at all times. he's gotten p good at blocking out background noise and anything far away. typically only hears everything within like 300 meters of himself. so when he does get back to just hearing everything its like. u ever take out headphones in a busy place and everything kinda hurts for a few seconds bc its so much noise. yeah like that but 500x worse. he's able to concentrate on specific areas within this 1 mile field but if its far away it fucks him up good for a lil while. sorry ryley :(

and then the other two degasi! as mentioned before, paul can carry enzyme like the peepers, but he also can kind of make some himself! only small amounts and it works a bit less than the peeper enzyme does. he does not have to cough it up though thankfully it just like. idk how to describe this idea it can just kind of leave through his skin?? he has like no control over his power at all it just kind does its own thing and he deals w it. this is primarily how he and marg survive for so long w/o dying to kharra!

and finally marguerit! highly empathetic abilities that allow her to feel the emotions of anything around her! i thought it would be funny as hell to give MARGUERIT of all ppl Big Emotion Disease. this is a big reason why she has had yet to murder paul and why she's a lot less murderer like in the au. its hard to kill someone if you. you know. can feel exactly what they are. probably the reason she adopted Dog Bart/Legally Preston Emotionally Not. saw sad puppy and felt too bad to leave him. like paul, she has basically no control over it and is one of the reasons she does NOT want to go back to the survivors base and be around so many other ppl, she'd be feeling like, 13 ppl's emotions at one time. all these powers have fucked up drawbacks dont they??

once again sam, robin, jeff, maxim, and ozzy are (for now at least) not gonna have any powers! mutations are weird and ozzy just didn't get anything, and the vesper haven't been sick long enough for any yet!

OK THATS ALL. HOLY SHIT SORRY FOR YELLING FOR 15 MINUTES. GOT CARRIED AWAY. hopefully that explains everything tho OABEOABROANRJS OK BYE MY PHONE IS ALMOST DEAD

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hearteyesbowen · 4 years

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boy next door ☆ joshua bassett

y/n meets the boy next door, who has a different way of welcoming you to the town

warnings: fluff, steamy writing

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Your phone barely clutched to your shoulder, gradually slipping from the pressure of your right cheek. Your hands would have been a nice thing to have at the moment, if it weren’t already carrying two heavy cardboard boxes that barely let you see the door to your new apartment.

It was your parents who helped you find your own place to live. You stayed with them for a year after high school as you suffered to balance a part-time job and studying miles away from your parents’ house. Fortunately, a large apartment that didn’t have unreasonable rent and stationed fairly close to your school would be discovered by your father.

The apartment was beautiful. Dark brick exterior with about 15 stories, each lined with balconies extended past large windows from each room. Bushes fenced the perimeter of the building, some sprouting bright flowers from the spring. Inside was simple, clean, sleek. Rows of mailboxes greeted the entrance, and a marble desk sat in the center with lovely woman greeting every trip from your car to your room.

Moving out on your own was never easy. You weren’t worried about being alone all the time and have to worry about intruders breaking into your home, at least not all the time. Having to make new friends, that was the issue. Sure, you could invite your friends who lived at least an hour drive away from you, but you would eventually have to be an adult and introduce yourself to other people.

“Yeah, Mom, I know. Yeah- I know. Yes, yes, ok Mom. Got it, I will. Yea- love you too. Ok, bye now.”

You heaved, both from the amount of work it took to finish talking to your mother and the mountains of steep, tile staircases you hide to endure. You had also forgotten until your last journey from the car that there was an elevator parallel to the staircase you have been marching up the past 10 minutes. Luckily, you lived on the fifth floor, so not much harm done.

Your phone had been on its last grasp, struggling to keep its hold on the burning skin from your cheeks and the smooth fabric of your shirt. The tension in your neck continued to grow the more you held the uncomfortable position, almost as if it were about to snap.

“Need help, ma’am?”

The sudden male voice grazed over the gentle skin on the back of your neck, startling you and jolting your body. You managed to maintain your clutch on the boxes, but your phone had slipped off of your shoulder.

You squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating a crash and hundreds of new cracks on its screen. After about ten seconds, the halls remained silent. Confusion took over, so you pryed your eyes open to wonder where your phone had gone.

“Here, let me help you.”

From the corner of your eyes, a figure walked from behind you to your front, grabbing one of the heavy boxes and setting it down on the floor beside him. You sighed in relief, the feeling of exhaustion replaced by alleviation. You placed the package you still had down on the tile, stretching your arms from the soreness building up.

“Thank you so much, you have no idea how much that helped me.” You smiled.

Your smile turned into awe once you fully took in the boy in front of you. He had fair skin, hints of pink blossoming from his cheeks to his nose and parts of his chin. His eyes were dark brown, like a cup of coffee you endulge in as much as you could. Loose brown curls framed his head, you didn’t have to feel it to know it was soft. It was as if you found the definition of the perfect man.

“No problem. I caught your phone, by the way.”

He held out his hand that gripped your phone. You gave him a smile, hoping you didn’t show too much of your flustered appearance. You reached for your phone, barely touching the tips of his fingers. That little interaction sent a wave of shivers through your skin.

“Thank you, you’ve been so helpful today.”

“Well, I’ve been hearing a pretty voice walk back and forth through these halls so I figured I would help. Nice to know the lady with the pretty voice and the equally as pretty face lives across from me.” He complimented. “Sorry for not getting you a welcoming present.”

Your head felt like it was burning. He managed to sweep you off your feet and you didn’t even know his name.

“I’m so rude. I never got your name.” You took the phone from his hand and shoved it in your back pocket.

“I’m Joshua, but you can call me Josh.” He offered his hand once more for you to shake.

You gratefully held his hand, instantly noticing how soft and warm it was in yours. His eyes shifted from you to your hands, and his grip tightened by the slightest. You didn’t mind, you could have stayed like that forever.

“Y/N.”

“I like that.” He mumbled.

This boy was so hypnotizing. Everything about the way he looked at you to the small grin on his face and the way he stood taller than you captured you. He’s made you forget all your priorities, like how you just moved.

You shook your head, realizing you would only waste more time to completely unpack your apartment by staying with Josh. You let go of his hand, internally kicking yourself for wanting to do anything but stare at this boy.

“I should really unpack, I wouldn’t want to sleep on the floor tonight. Thank you, for helping me.”

You began to pick up the forgotten box. You felt him watch the way you kneeled down to get a stronger grasp on the cardboard.

“I could help you, if you want.”

You turned around to look at up him once more. He reached for your hands, gently placing his on top of yours to get a hold of the box.

“I have nothing to do today, anyways.”

You laughed, shaking your head at his nervous smile. Yanking the box and your hands out of his, you turned around opened the door to your apartment you left unlocked.

“Come on, pretty boy. There’s a box on the floor.”

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You two managed to finish unpacking the rest of the boxes from your car. Yesterday, your dad had helped bring in the mattress of your bed, the couch, and some of the tables and desks you had. Today was just to furnish the rest of the house with smaller appliances and other decorations.

In the three hours you spent with each other, you and Josh had become friends. While arranging your clothes in your closet, he would play around with the teddy bear from your mother or ask you questions about each photo you hung on your wall.

“So what do you do for a living?” Josh wondered.

You sat on top of the glass counter in your kitchen, your back pressed against the dark oak cabinets. Josh stood across from you, leaning against the surface. He looked at you with focus, wanting to know more about yourself.

“I work part-time at a cafe, but I’m also studying at college.”

“Looks like I’ll be stopping by the cafe more often.”

You giggled, hiding your blushing face with your hair. “What about you?”

“I’m an actor.”

You squinted your eyes. His smile grew wider at your reaction. Your head clicked, just as you remembered the memories of your friends screaming over a boy on a new tv show. You never gave interest, you didn’t watch tv as much. The name they screamed stuck with you, however. You didn’t get to see what he looked like, just that he was young, attractive, and has “the voice of a god.”

“Joshua Bassett?”

He laughed, pushing himself off the counter to slowly step up to you. “Yeah?”

“Like the guy from that one Disney show?”

“Yes?”

“As in, the guy my friends won’t shut up about?”

“I suppose.”

You let your head roll back, hitting the cabinets as you closed your eyes. Embarrassment overcame you. How could you have gone this long without know who he really was?

“I’m an idiot.”

“Nah, you’re just cute.” He complimented.

He was now only a few feet away from you. His eyes wandered around your body, making you feel a sudden feeling of confidence. Maybe your feelings weren’t one-sided.

“Does being an actor change how you feel about me?”

You slid off the counter, jumping onto the wooden floor beneath you. Your hands found there way inside the back pockets of your jeans. By now, his chest gently grazed yours as he stood directly in front of you.

“I don’t know, maybe I should ask for your autograph and get a picture with you. It would make my friends really jealous.”

You watched him let out a small laugh. His hands gripped the counter on either side of you, trapping you between him. Your faces were close, yet not enough to feel any excitement.

“Would you want that?” He asked lowly.

“Consider it a welcome present.”

“I have a better idea.”

His lips found yours for a soft, slow kiss. You quickly cupped his face, loving the way your lips molded together so perfectly. You didn’t realize how much you have wanted this until now. The feeling of his hands at your hips, holding you in a safe and comforting way felt so right. You pulled away, slowly opening your eyes to see his wide open as you continued to hold his head in your hands.

You smashed your lips back onto his, moving your hands to his hair and gripping it tightly between your fingers. He moved his hands to your butt, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss as he cautiously found his way to the couch not too far away from your kitchen.

Gently, he set you down so your back would softly rest on the cushions and your head would lay on the small pillows. His body was in between your legs that were still wrapped around him. His lips traveled down, leaving warm kisses from your cheek to your collarbone. You hummed in response, pleasure fogging up your head. There was a fire in his touch, one that you had never felt with any of your past partners. He made you feel special, like you were his. You didn’t mind, being held by him, feeling his lips capture every part of your neck was something you could get used to. He began to suck in a gentle spot under your ear, earning a quiet moan escape your lips automatically. You grabbed his chin and brought his face back up, continuing your make out session. His hands traveled to the waistband of your jeans, beginning to untuck your shirt.

You pulled away softly, earning a worried reaction from him. You had just reaIized what you had been doing, how quickly a nice conversation turned into a hookup. It didn’t bother you so much, but you wanted to know what he felt.

“Sorry, I’m moving a little too fast.” He whispered, regret laced in his words.

You pecked his lips reassuringly, making him eagerly pull you back into another kiss. You gave him a gentle smile, making him feel better.

“I like you, Josh. You’re sweet.”

“Can I take you out then?”

“You could take me to my room.”

His smile intensified, kissing you once more. Lifting you up, you laughed at how excited the boy next door was to be with you. He looked up at you, bringing another kiss to your lips.

“Deal.”

A/N - ive been lacking lately y’all im so sorry ): also if u requested something im doing my absolute best to get it written , ive just had to deal with a stupid amount of school work ugh . hope u like this story ive had in my drafts for a long time , another post coming saturday !! love y’all xx

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gendryadempsie · 5 years

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All men must die convention - The second edition

I finally have my digital photos and here are some with Joe (+ Jacob, Iwan and one of my friends). I hate myself on those pictures (i feel soooo ugly), but Joe and the boys are amazing ! I’ll post my pics with other cast members later.

I didn’t put watermark on it, but please, don’t repost without credit and don’t cut me off my own pics. Since last week-end, I saw that a lot and it’s not very respectful nor pleasant for the fans. Thank you in advance.

Now, I’m gonna explain you my week-end. It’s going to be long, feel free to not read lmao. As usual, i’m really sorry for my poor english. I write this very quickly, because I have to go to work in one hour ahah

So, as I already said in a previous post, this week-end was magical and Joe was the best.

During the autographs on saturday, while I was waiting for Jack’s, I heard someone calling me by my name. I turned my head and it was Joe ! He remembered me from last year ! He asked me if i was ok and he was like “ok, i’m gonna give you a hug”. He came to me and hugged me so tight, it was so cute.

And when i saw him later, for his autograph, he was amazing. I spent 15 minutes with him (I’m so sorry for the fans waiting behind…) and it was incredible. He gave me so many hugs and he remembered many things from our last meeting. He was still excited about the fanbook i made him last year. He looked at my photobook and was happy to see our photo ops from last year. We talked a lot, about the con, our lives and stuff, it was so chill.

I gave him a gift, a football shirt for his collection and oh my god, he looked like a little boy on Christmas morning ! He seemed genuinely happy and told me many times how amazing it was and how much he loved it ! (Later in the week-end, he told me that he talked about this gift to other fans and that he told to all his friends about it ahah). We had a long talk about football, it was fun ! He wrote my autograph :

I told him my mom was at the con and he was so excited ahah (When i saw him later, for the photo ops, my mom was behind in the queue and he told me : “Is that your mom ? You look just like her” and after that, he called her “mom” the whole week-end, even signed her autographe “to Annette/Mom”, ADORABLE !)

Then, i wanted my Gendry Funko pop signed too and i asked him a Gendrya quote. He went with “I can be your family” and told me “I know it’s an Arya quote, but that scene was so emotional and i loved it”, i was like “awww”.

Then, i had to leave, after my 15 minutes with him ahah. I saw him many times during the afternoon : for his meeting-room, his photo ops, the duo with Iwan, the group picture and the duo with Jacob (he loved the idea of using kazoos lmao). He was always so kind, always had a cute word for me like “nice to see you Estelle” and he even called me “lovely Estelle”.

I saw him after, for the selfie lounge and the VIP moment. During the selfie lounge, I went to see all the other actors and had nice chats with all of them, and I finished with Joe. And when I went to see him, we had an adorable and funny moment.

I wanted a seflie with Jacob and him. But Jacob was sitting with Pilou and Gemma. So Joe, who had already taken me by the waist for our photo, took me to them. All three stared at us, as we came towards them, holding each other’s waist, and Jacob said : “Are you gonna make an annoucement ?”. We laughed and I said that I just wanted a selfie. Jacob replied : “Oh shit, I was hoping for some exciting news” and Gemma said : “I’m so disappointed right now”, it was so funny.

I took my selfies with Joe and Jacob, and then, only with Joe.

After that, the VIP moment started. I literally spent 30 minutes with Joe, talking about a lot of things, like football (yes, again ahah), his home, Nottingham, Notting Hill, Hugh Grant, alcohol, his rosy cheeks (yes, don’t ask me why…..), the con itself, my job, etc. It was incredible, but really simple, like if I was talking to a friend, because he makes you feel so confortable ! We also talked about Gendry’s proposal, it was nice.

After that, i saw him and talked quickly with him at the pizzama party, but i spent most of the time with my friends.

Sunday autographs were quicker, because Joe’s manager asked him and the staff to spent less time with fans. But I still had a good five minutes with him. We talked about our nights, the book, our pictures from saturday, his football shirts collection, etc.

I gave him the letter and the bracelet from @whatmakesmebleed and he was truly happy about him. He immediatly put the bracelet and asked me to take a picture of him for Amber. It was really nice and thoughtful. He also said that he was so sorry to cancel Con of Thrones.

Then, he wrote me the cutest autograph i’ve ever read. When he was writing, the staff member who was next to him looked at me with a big smile, and my friend Johanna, who was behind me, hold my hand so tight. He hugged me and told me he was always happy to see me and that i was lovely.

After that, i saw him again for his meeting room, his photo ops (he made a joke about the proposal pic, about my ring ahah), the duo with Iwan, the group picture and the duo with Jacob. This duo was my last photo op of the week-end and i was really sad. When i told him it was our last moment together, he hugged me and told me again stuffs like “it’s always lovely to see you Estelle” etc., and even Jacob, who isn’t a hugger, hugged me ahah

As all my friends, i was a mess during the closing ceremony and we were all so sad when they left the stage. But then, we had a little surprise. Joe’s manager (who is also the manager of most of the actors who were there) allowed us (people with VIP pass) to come in the selfie lounge room (before it started) to say goodbye to the actors. They were all so cute, they all hugged us, Joe came twice to me to say “bye” and hugged me. I thanked him, he thanked me, it was messy, but it was a perfect way to end the week-end.

And when he left the selfie lounge room, 30 minutes later, i was waiting for my last printed photo op and he waved at me and said “goodbye” one last time.

Now, i have the worst DPC ever, but this week-end was absolutely perfect. I had a blast, all the guests were amazing, nice and funny, and Joe was simply the best.

Sorry for the long text, but I wanted to share that with you. Thanks for reading !!

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heavenlydreamerblog · 5 years

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In too Deep

Chapter 21

I can’t believe it’s Friday again! Hope you all have a great weekend and let me know what you think about this latest chapter! Party day’s almost arrived for Lexy!

You can check out previous chapters on my Wattpad account: https://www.wattpad.com/user/HeavenlyDreamerBlog

I pulled into the parking lot and switched off the engine. My phone vibrated from deep inside my bag. I sighed, digging past paperwork and my diary before eventually finding it nestled underneath a tub of body cream and a spare pair of old socks.

I noticed it was a missed call from the office. “Hey Jess,” I answered as she picked up the phone. “I’m on my way in now. Is there a problem?”

“No problem my end. What about you though? Where’ve you been for the past 36 hours Lex? ”

I decided not to answer that. “I’ll be 15 minutes max. I’m just picking up some coffees and I’ll be there. Is Carrie in the office?”

“Yes!”

“In that case I’ll make it three coffees to go,” I shouted before ending the call.

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I pushed open the door to hear Carrie shouting down the phone – hopefully to a supplier not a client – and Jess tapping away on her keyboard. She looked up as I cursed, coffee spilling from one of the mugs on to my jeans.

“Here, take these will you Jess,” I called, trying to balance bags, coffee and files in my too-small arms.

My desk was full of post-it notes and paperwork piled high next to my laptop. “God Jess, I haven’t been gone that long! What’s all this stuff waiting for me?”

I listened to her talking about new clients while I rubbed at the coffee stain down the front of my jeans. I’d showered at Jared’s before leaving but the memories of what happened weren’t quite so easy to wash away.

“So where have you been Lexy?” The abrupt turn in the conversation caught me off guard.

The look of confusion on my face must have spoken volumes. “Lexy, have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying for the past five minutes?”

“Sorry Jess,” I muttered. “This party’s gonna be the death of me. I’ve been going over last minute details with Jared this morning. We’re almost there, it’s just the little things he’s demanding that are taking up my time now.”

I sighed and pulled out my desk calendar. I preferred old school writing into little squares rather than using my phone. I pointed to today – March 7. “Ive got two more days before the party. Two more days Jess.” My voice was a whisper. Wow, surely nobody screws up better than me. Two days, two brothers and two colleagues who need me in the office working round-the-clock to clear a never-ending workload.

“Lexy, come over here for a moment!” Carrie was off the phone and straight on to the next task, which for my sins seemed to be me.

“Hi Carrie, what’s up?” I asked, pulling up a chair at the side of her desk.

“Christ Lexy, you look fucked. What’s been going on while I’ve been away? I need updates.”

If only she knew how fucked I was. I took a deep breath. “Let me get my notebooks and I’ll tell you where I am with everything.”

I walked back to my desk and sifted through piles of paperwork before finding the relevant documents.

I sat back down and spent the next twenty minutes filling Carrie in on the party planning and reassuring her we were on schedule for delivering the ultimate Hollywood bash.

“OK. Stop there for a minute,” she said. I held my breath for as long as Carrie held my gaze. It was too long and I looked away.

“So what’s it been like working for Jared Leto?” The question was a fully loaded pistol waiting for me to pull the trigger.

I paused, thinking how best to answer without prompting any further probing questions.

“Well, he’s been demanding and not the easiest person to work with,” I replied, looking anywhere other than at Carrie.

“It’s taken up a huge chunk of my time but as I’ve just shown you, we’re almost there.” I hoped this would satisfy her curiosity.

I looked up to see her eyes locked on mine. “One moment Lexy. Stay there.” She pulled out her phone and tapped on a contact.

Silence and then I heard the phone picking up the other end.

“Hi, it’s Carrie from Blue Sky Party Planners. You OK?” I listened, smiling at the way she schmoozed her clients, soothing their egos while promising them the world.

“So I’m told it’s all going to plan yes? I was wondering if it’s OK for me to pop over and take a look. Yes, I’ll bring Lexy with me because she’s been in charge of this project from the beginning. Lovely. See you in an hour. Bye Jared.”

WTF! My expression would surely have me hanged in the court of Carrie. “Ummm, surely you need to be getting on with work here Carrie?” I stammered, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt while trying boldly to hold eye contact with my boss.

“Yes, but I’ve still got time to check up on my clients and Jared’s top of my list for the next couple of hours. Grab your bags and paperwork and let’s go.”

I swear she was out of her chair like a rocket launching into space, a roar of fire and energy dragging me in her wake.

Jess looked up from her desk and I cursed the smirk writ large on her face. Good luck! She mouthed the words while wrapping her hands around her mug of coffee – yeah, the same bloody mug I’d so kindly brought her just moments ago.

I glared at her and mentally made plans to kick her ass in the house later.

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“So Lexy, is this party over budget or are you managing to keep to Jared’s detailed costings?”

The questions kept coming thick and fast and my mind was kept occupied for the entire drive over to Jared’s place. My lap was covered in paperwork, the contents of my bag had spilled out over my feet and I was a complete mess.

Before I knew it, Carrie had pulled up outside and keyed in the pass code which Jared had obviously given her to gain entry. The gates opened and Carrie pulled in, parking up behind Jared’s beaten up truck.

I’m constantly amazed at the woman’s energy and ability to leave me standing; or in this case sitting in the car, unable to move. She’d bounded up to the door and rang the bell, leaving me to sort through the mess of paperwork.

“Jared, so lovely to meet you darling!” I looked over to see Carrie doing her usual air kissing and kissing ass while I desperately tried to restore order in the car.

“Where’s Lexy?” Jared’s voice cut through her schmoozy greetings as Carrie pointed towards the car. All I wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I hadn’t had time to go home and change, my jeans were now stained with coffee, my hair was a dishevelled mess and I didn’t feel up to facing Jared, especially with the forced of Carrie in tow.

But Carrie was now in charge and I knew they were talking about me. I looked up to see Jared walking slowly towards the car. With his back to Carrie, he grinned before opening the door.

“Let me help you with that,” he laughed, smiling at my obvious discomfort.

“I couldn’t stop her Jared,” I whispered looking over at Carrie. “I’m so sorry if we’re wasting your time. I’ll try to keep her on track and get away as soon as possible. I promise!”

“Don’t rush on my account baby.” He bent over, scooping all my shit back into the bag.

“And on no account will you call me baby in front of Carrie,” I replied sharply. “This is the business end of the deal and she wants to know we’re on top of things. OK?”

“That’s fine with me baby girl,” he nodded before looking back over his shoulder and then dropping his head to land a soft kiss on my lips.

“Shit J! Do you listen to anything I say?”

“Sshh. Emma’s taken Carrie inside. We’re OK.”

I swear that man could talk the pants off a nun. “Take my bag and let’s get inside before Carrie comes looking for me.” I swung my legs out of the car, turning round to scoop up my papers before heading into the house.

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“So this is the poolside with the bar and DJ,” I explained, showing Carrie Jared’s chilled back yard before leading her inside. The caterers will be inside. They’re arriving tomorrow to prep the food.

“We’ve arranged a valet service, photographer, cloakroom and ....” I dropped my voice, “a special surprise upstairs ... but Jared knows nothing about that, so keep it secret.”

“What in God’s name have you planned Lexy?” Carrie’s voice was low and stern. “And is it covered by Jared’s budget? Please Christ say yes.”

I nodded and placed a finger on my lips, spotting Jared walking down the hallway.

Carrie turned and walked towards him. “So, are you pleased with what Lexy’s achieved so far?”

He glanced over to me and smiled. “I couldn’t be a happier man Carrie.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek before raising his finger to beckon me over.

“Honestly Carrie, this woman’s bent over backwards to meet my every demand. I think I’ve totally exhausted her.” He dragged me into his arms and hugged me in front of her. Was this a test to see how far he could push me? I laughed nervously and shoved him away.

“All in a day’s work Jared,” I muttered, feeling caught between a rock and hard place.

“Jared! You’ve just made a member of my staff blush!” Carrie’s voice seemed to echo down the hall. The woman has no filter on that mouth.

Being the total gentleman for a change, Jared smiled and led us back to the kitchen.

“Have you got time for some tea because there’s something else I need to discuss before you two go.” Jared pulled out two bar stools and gestured for us to sit down.

I sipped some tea and waited for him to start, wondering what other demands he had planned with just a day to go before the party.

He spoke slowly as if not wanting us to miss a word. “First of all Carrie ....” he looked at me before continuing. “Lexy’s been amazing and I couldn’t have asked any more from her. You’re really lucky to have her and I hope she’s appreciated.” He leaned over and put his arm around my shoulder. “I’m proud of everything she’s achieved while working for me. And I mean everything.” I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder.

This was so loaded I didn’t know where to look. I cleared my throat and looked at Carrie, who knocked that same goddamn look straight back at me.

“Thanks Jared. It’s been a complete pleasure.” The words came out confident, belying the utter confusion swimming around inside of me. “You said you have something else to discuss,” I prompted, wrapping my hands tightly around the mug of tea.

“Yes Lexy.” He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He padded back over to the bar, in no rush to let me know what else he wanted from me.

“The party will be brilliant. I know it’ll be amazing,” he assured me. “What I haven’t planned though is how to get Shannon here without giving the game away. And so I thought this was where I could use you.”

He smiled as he watched my reaction. I tried to keep my face neutral but I could feel my cheeks burning up and my stomach churning.

“What are your plans,” I asked tentatively, hardly wanting to hear the answer to my question.

“You will be his date for the night.” The words were delivered clearly and concisely. There was no question, it was a statement and he watched me with those blue eyes, waiting for my response.

“Here, have some water.” He offered me his bottle, allowing his fingers to brush over mine as he passed it over.

I breathed slowly and deeply before answering. “How will that work then?”

“I promise you it will work Lexy. You’ll love him. I’ll introduce the two of you tomorrow and then we’ll organise it from there. And more importantly ... this way you get to meet my brother before the party,” he explained, his voice soothing, but making me aware there would be no discussion. This was a done deal and I would comply with his wishes.

Carrie raised an eyebrow, her lips resting on the rim of her mug as she watched the scene play out in front of her.

“This seems all a bit above and beyond the call of duty don’t you think Jared?” She was watching to see how he’d react to her questioning.

Jared stared her down. “Carrie ... most of what I ask of Lexy is above and beyond our contract ... but I’m your client remember.

“Lexy? Are you OK with my plans?” His eyes met mine, demanding an answer.

I felt dizzy and drained with everything happening so rapidly. “Yes, we’re OK Jared. I’m just getting my head around everything. When will you speak to Shannon?” I asked, watching Carrie, watching me.

We broke eye contact and turned as Jared reached over the bar for his phone. He keyed in his code and hit the call button. “No time like the present is there. I’ll speak to Shannon now and organise things for the two of you tomorrow.”

I panicked. “Jared can’t this wait for a moment? You haven’t given me time to even think about what you’re asking of me,” I gasped, listening to the phone ring ... and then connect.

“Bro! You got a minute?”

Oh for the love of God, beam me up! This surely wasn’t happening. I walked out to the poolside with Carrie in hot pursuit.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on Lexy?” Carrie grabbed my arm, forcing me to face her.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s the problem and what’s with Jared making all these demands on you?”

Dammit. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. This was neither the time nor the place for having a minor breakdown.

“Can you just leave me alone for a moment Carrie, Please!” I begged, turning away, wanting nothing more than to hide away from this monster of a problem I’d brought on myself.

What did they say? Something about being the architect of your own downfall. Shit! I was up there at the very pinnacle of the mountain waiting for my fall from grace.

I looked over at Carrie, silently begging her to give me space.

She reached into her bag and removed the car keys, holding them up for me to see. “I’m going back to the office Lexy. What are you doing?” She watched and waited for my response.

But she didn’t have to wait too long. Jared’s voice sliced through the late afternoon breeze.

“Lexy, we have to talk!”

Carrie raised her eyebrow. “I have to go Lexy. Call if you need me and don’t take any of his shit,” she whispered, giving my arm a slight squeeze for reassurance.

I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself before going back into the kitchen.

Carrie said her farewells and left me and Jared alone and in silence.

I stood by the open door, my body silhouetted by the dipping sun outside.

Please go easy on me. That’s all I could think. His features were inscrutable, his blue eyes drilling into my soul. “Baby, baby girl. Come here,” he said, leaning against the wall, waiting or me to make the next move.

I held my ground though, determined not to let him get to me. “Have you discussed your plans with Shannon then?” I asked, glaring at him.

“What if I have Lexy?”

“Cut the crap Jared!” I was losing patience with his games. “What did you say to him?”

Whatever they’d discussed, I had to brave it out now. I closed the distance between us, not wanting to show any of the fear that was balling up in the pit of my stomach.

We were standing toe to toe, my face turned up to meet his steely gaze. “What ... did .... you ... discuss Jared.”

He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I told you what I needed from you Lexy. Tomorrow you WILL meet my brother and you WILL work out a way of bringing him to the party. Do you understand what I’m asking of you?”

His hand gripped my arm, pulling me closer. “And you will do anything necessary to get him here. I mean ... anything!”

I nodded, looking back towards the open door and the great outdoors.

“And Lexy.” His fingers loosened their grip, reaching up to brush over my face. “Let’s have no secrets between the three of us.”

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caroline18mars · 5 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 20

“What did you just call me?” he cocked his head and squinted his eyes, did she just..? Harper felt her cheeks go bright red, busted, damn, did she just say that out loud? Oh yes she did, another fit of giggles “uhm..floppy hair, in my mind I call you 'floppy hair'” she hiccupped, oh could he just stop the ridiculously cute staring he did? “I mean, you have rather sleek hair, but then there's these wavy bits too and it makes it kind of..floppy..I don't know”. Could she be any cuter? Oh she was gonna add to the cuteness, just talk to me, whatever you say is just sexy and hilarious and cute all at the same time, but then she wasn't exactly done on the topic of his hair, “you know who your hair reminds me of sometimes? Farah Fawcett! You know, like the original Charlie's Angels and..”. Oh I know Farah Fawcett, better than you do, were you even born in that era? “Ok, enough! enough about the hair already! I'm totally done with the subject, can we just go and eat now?”. Uh-oh! Floppy hair was upset, must sober up but most of all shut the hell up, and can you just stop giggling? What are you? 15? oy! “sure yeah..of course..” she took a step back and went in search for her bag and her keys. Five minutes later, they stepped back out into the biting cold that immediately seemed to sober her up, because she remained relatively quiet as they started walking, had he been a bit too harsh? “so..pasta, right? Do you already have a place in mind? Because I know this really amazing Italian place and it's right around the corner, actually” he tried to break the silence, “lead the way” she smiled, oh thank god for that smile.

“Buona sera questa sera” the classical Italian waiter waltzed up to greet them, “Buona sera, hai encora un tavolo per due?” Harper looked at the tiny dining room that was pretty much full, “per una bella donna comme voi? sempre, se vuoi seguirmi” and followed him. Jared watched the waiter pull back her chair and make her more compliments in Italian, ok, ok, we got the picture, just leave her alone, alright? “Grazie, grazie mille” yeah go on, give him a seductive smile, why don't you? Stop being so jealous, man, it's just harmless banter..aaannnddd focus back on me, yes!. Harper looked back up at Jared, not really knowing if he was still a little upset over that floppy hair comment, was it the light in here or did his eyes have a darker colour?. “De Robiano..I should have guessed you were Italian, I thought it was French..you know ever since we started e-mailing, I was wondering what your voice would sound like, hearing someone talk can paint an entire image, but I really had no image of you at all” there was that cocking of his head again. “Does everything have to be about image? Sometimes the flow of a conversation is so much more sexier and can draw up an entire world instead of just an image, looks are fleeting, but what people say or write to each other has so much more impact, don't you think?” Harper shrugged and smiled at that waiter again who was filling up a glass of water for her, pfff. Jared waited until the waiter handed them their menus and left again..finally. “Fleeting looks? Woman, you just don't realize what a stunning beauty you are, do you?” he blurted out, did he care that he already threw all his cards on the table? god no, this felt absolutely right. “Oh..well..” the compliment was as wild as it was unexpected, it was alcohol induced probably, everybody looked better after a glass too many “ have some water, because you've had too much to drink probably..but thank you, haven't heard that one in a looong time, my love life is kinda non-existant at the moment, I've just got a weird stalker that tends to lurk on me when I'm taking a bath” she raised her waterglass at him with a roll of her eyes. “Ah..Sean..I can fire him if you want” just saying that name made his blood curdle, he so didn't want to go back to Europe, he wanted to stay right here in NY with her and forget about all the responsibilities that were gonna take him away from her for months on end. “No, please don't, Shayla hates my guts more than enough as it is, but let's not talk about her or Sean, alright?” she shook her head with a painful grimace, but her eyes lit up the second their food arrived.

Watching her eat her pasta was just mesmerizing, every time a thin string of spaghetti was sucked up between those full lips, he shuffled in his seat, those suggestive sucks followed by a little lick of her lips did things to his loin that weren't exactly appropriate in a restaurant. “You ok? Not hungry?” she licked her lips again, oh could she stop torturing him? “I am, I just...got a lot on my mind..” and not just on his mind, but also a lot going on 1 metre below his mouth. “Ah, ok, because my mother always used to say that I should never trust a man who doesn't eat” she put her fork and spoon down, what was going on in his mind to put him off his food?. “Oh, so what else did your mother warn you about? She sounds like a smart woman” he looked up at her with a grin, “smart is debatable, she's a lot of things, but smart is really the least appropriate term” bye bye appetite, change of subject, right now!. “You don't deserve to be lonely, beautiful Harper Coco, can't you make things better with your family?” he hadn't even finished when she crumbled into a million little pieces “I'm..I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..” he reached for her hand but she leaned back in her chair and shook her head, no, no, she wasn't gonna start crying, not here and definitely not in front of him. “No, it's ok, no harm done and no offense taken because I'm not lonely, anyone ever tell you that you're a real bad judge of character, Joe? By the way, is Joe a nickname?” there, change of subject done and dusted, ha!. “Uhm..no, it's..” what, what just happened? “my middle name, Joseph..Joe” ok, he was gonna play along with her little game, but he would find out the truth later, that was a fact. “BJL..then what does the B stand for and Cubbins? What? BJ? I admit I thought at first it stood for..well you know..” oh he wanted to hear her say this, “BlowJob” she whispered and then started that hilarious giggle again, oh god, he so had no resistance against this woman and her ridiculous sense of humour. “I like the way you think, but in case you've forgotten, we're in a restaurant right now, maybe later, ok?” the shock on her face was priceless “but if you really must know, Bartholomew Cubbins? Dr. Seuss? It's just a name I used at hotels..to stop the fans from finding out what hotel we were staying in”. She took a sip of her water and just couldn't take her eyes off him, he was so obnoxious..and sweet and sexy..he was just..hot, but the last thing she wanted was for him to know she knew.

That twinkle in his eyes when he talked about one of the things he adored doing, like music, was one of the most mesmerizing things about him, every story was probably laced with exaggeration but it didn't matter, he was happy and that was all that mattered. Harper rested her chin on her hand, it didn't matter if they didn't do anything else than just sit here all night, talking like they had a lifetime to catch up on..but then his phone started buzzing around on the table, his face clouded over when he saw the name on the screen and the spell was immediately broken. “Sorry, I.uhmm..will you excuse me a minute?” he asked with an uncomfortable, little smile, “sure, of course..” she nodded, but her mind was screaming no, I will not excuse you, just stay here with me, this is our bubble, ignore the call. Jared connected the call as he walked away from the table and reluctantly put it against his ear “This better be important, because if it isn't I really don't want to hear it”, Shayla pulled the phone a little further away from her ear, oh this was important, mister, so important!. “Yeah, well, it's Shannon..”, his heart froze hearing his brother's name and he knew that his visit to New York was gonna be cut short, “he and his girlfriend..they had a huge fight and trashed a hotelroom, it's frikkin mayhem down here..he even gave Sean a black eye..you and I both know he only listens to one person and that's his brother”. What?! Fuck no! No, no, no “Me? He doesn't listen to anyone” he growled at his assistant, “yes he does, and you know it, I wouldn't be calling you if it wasn't serious, I tried calling Constance but her housekeeper said she's out of town on some hiking trip with friends, and apparantly she has no cell reception”. Oh for fuck's sakes, why couldn't he get a break? “I can have the plane waiting for you in NY in the morning, your time..please..Jared?”

Harper took another sip of her wine that she ordered during his absence, for months on end she had been alone and been just fine by herself, and now that he came along and had spent a few hours together, she couldn't seem to stand the silence any longer, not even for 10 minutes, oh..there he was, finally!. “Everything ok?” she smiled up at him, he just looked so troubled, “yeah..just..something at work, uhmm..I'll ask for the bill”, ok..game over..damn. “I got this” she held up her hand as he reached for his wallet, “no..I..” he tried but she already got up and walked over to the bar, the last thing he wanted was to leave her behind, he wanted to stay here, forget about this stupid tour and just start something completely new with this wonderful, breathtakingly beautiful, incredibly talented woman. “Shall we?” she came walking back to the table, tucking her purse back in her bag but then made an abrupt turn to head for the exit, he wasn't staying, that much was for sure, better to get things over and done with, this wasn't meant to be, a clean break, story of her life, hey hey hey don't go jumping to conclusions just yet. He followed her out and when he saw her fold her arms over her chest to try and keep warm, he sped up to catch up with her “here” he shrugged off his coat and put it around her shoulders. A wave of his perfume and 'just Joe' wafted up to her and she grabbed the sides of the coat, letting the rich fabric roll between her fingers “you're leaving, aren't you?” she refused to look at him, she didn't know why but she just couldn't bear to watch him confirm her worst fear. “Yeah..I'm afraid so” he sighed and she closed her eyes, why did this affect her so much? Simple, because she really, really liked him and this kind of spontaneous crush had never happened and she wanted more of it.

“Oh..ok” she nodded and pulled the coat a little tighter around her and kept strolling, sometimes silence was the best answer, he seemed to think the same becdause they just kept walking, both of them lost in their own little world but with the same trouble on their mind. “I wish I didn't have to leave but I've got no other choice..” he broke the silence when they arrived at his hotel unexpectedly and some doorman recognized and greeted him, “is this where you're staying?” she stopped and fidgeted nervously with the lapels of his coat. “Uhh yeah, this is me, wait how did we get here?” he looked around him like he didn't know where he was anymore, “doesn't matter” she shrugged his coat off her shoulders and handed it back to him “thank you for the coat..and for today..”. She took a step back but before she could turn around “wait..where are you going?” was she for real? Wanting to leave, just like that? “home..it's getting late” why did she feel like crying? Because this day that had started so wonderfully, was about to end in a total disaster?. “I'll get you a cab” oh just shut up, will you? Just ask if she wants to come up, force her if need be, but she's not leaving, not like this anyway, “no, it's ok, I'll walk..I need to clear my head” she shuffled uncomfortably and instead of a kiss goodbye, she touched his arm with a warm smile and off she went leaving him stunned. Don't look back, Harper, do.not.look.back, because then you'll see the ridiculousness of all this, the meeting, the few seconds it took to develop a crush on this guy..whoclearlyhadotherprioritiesandshewastooafraidtogetattachedtohimtoosoon...run, turn the corner and run like hell. No, this wasn't what he wanted, this couldn't be it..he had just been a little absentminded and wooshhh she was gone..”Harper?! Harppperrr!” he put his coat back on and ran after her.

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silkkpopbonnet · 5 years

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Dilemma

Yeon spent the next few months with Jay more, than she was with Jun Seo. They went to movies, out to eat, hung out at arcades, chilled at his place, and every once in awhile clubbed together. With Jun Seo she went out to dinner, he took her bowling, the amusement park. She tried to spend more of her nights with Jun Seo, because of school, but also she liked being with Jay in the day time more as well. When he wasn’t doing business for AOMG, looking for artists, and doing his own songs.

True to his word, her father rented out of her spot in Seoul, close to school but also home for her to live in. She had moved all her things to her new place and had bought more. Just as she was pulling her couch to a different wall, Jay knocked on her door. Yeon hurried over, licking her lips, adjusting her off shoulder sweater top, she opened the door.

“Happy..home warming?” He held out a vase full of orchids.

“Well aren’t you a sweetheart?” Yeon took the flowers from him, turning away from the door. “Can you lock it behind you?”

Jay looked around at her place. Spacious for one person living here, and he knee the neighborhood as well. “This place was pricey huh?” He took his shoes off, following her the rest of the way inside her home, to find her filling the vase with fresh water.

“I don’t know, didn’t pay for it.” She set the vase on the counter, coming from behind it, her arms open.

Jay grinned wrapping his arms around her, his lips lingered on her shoulder, kissing the warm skin he found there.

“Daddy’s girl, through and through.” He let her go, moving to sit down at the island bar. “So, what are you doing now?”

She smirked, hand on her hip. “I just moved the couch, and I have some boxes piled in that hall with things in them to set up. We can do my room first though. I got this idea from pintrest, and I had to do it.”

She motioned for him with a finger, and Jay followed her to her room. His eyes were on her hips, in her cotton shorts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear that much he could tell, and he suppressed a moan, as she bent over picking up a box.

“Can you get that box?” She pointed with her foot and turned left into a door.

He picked it up, half wondering how much manual labor he would have to do and what was going to be his present for doing so, when he turned into her room and she was sprawled across her bed.

“What do you think?” Yeon asked as he set the box down, taking in the view.

“Of the room, or the goddess on the bed?” He gave her his typical wink and crooked smile.

Yeon rolled her eyes, rolling off the bed. “Don’t even start. Gray and white, but it’s gonna be real girly, sequins and sparkle and glass.”

She kept on talking about her vision, as he helped her set up the room. Fake fur blanket on the foot of the bed, her white vanity, with crystals knobs installed. When they were finished, he laid down on her bed, hands over his eyes.

“I didn’t think you’d work me so hard. I’m tired.” Yeon straddled his waist, hands on his chest, rubbing in small circles.

Jay had put his hands down, putting them on her waist, moving her sweater to rub the skin under it. “Do I get a treat?”

“Like?” She leaned down, propping herself up on her elbows on his chest.

Jay winced in pain, moving her arms so they were around his head, he pulled her down, her lips were close to his. “Don’t play hard to get, you know what I’m looking for.”

Yeon rolled her hips on his body, earning a groan from him, she let her lips brush over his, then immediately backed off him and stood up walking out the door. “Just help me do the living room, and we can order food.”

Jay mumbled to himself about teasing females, and willed little Jay back down before he got up and walked to the living room ready to be her slave. As they were working, Yeon asked him to head back to her room, for some pillows in her closet. Jay walked past her vanity just as her phone let out a beep for a message. He knew he shouldn’t, but he was nosy, he could admit that. Looking down at her phone he saw a name. Jun Seo, the preview of the message, said:

Did you get your place set up jagi?

Jay made a face. Who was that? He took the pillows back to the living room, handing them to her full of questions, but was it his place? They had been talking, hanging out and together now for three months. To him, he considered that dating. He had seen no one else, talked to no other female. Yeon was his woman. Did she see it that way? Was he supposed to just ask her to be his girl? She asked him to grab something else from her room, and he went back again, hearing her phone beep two more times as he walked down the hall. Taking a peek at her phone it was the same name.

Jun Seo: Jagi…

Jun Seo: You must be busy. I’ll..

The rest of the message was cut off, and he hurried back to the living room, handing her a lamp. Just as the living room was finished, she sat on the couch, patting the place next to her, an iPad in her hands.

“What do you want to eat?” She asked, throwing her leg over his thighs.

Jay bit his bottom lip, he wanted to ask her so bad. “What do you normally get?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “There’s a good Japanese place not too far from here, I’ll get us some teriyaki.” She began pushing buttons on the iPad.

“Do you have water?” She peeked over the top of her iPad.

“I’m sorry Jay, I’m a bad hostess. Yea, look in the fridge, there should be water bottles.” She went back to looking over the menu.

As he got up, Jay opened the fridge, choosing his words carefully. “So, have you made friends in class? Hanging out with some people here?”

She seemed to stiffen up, at his words. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. Mentally willing her not to lie to him. “Friends. Have you made any?”

She set the iPad down, coming over to the kitchen. “A few. Some of the girls are nice, I think they are just…looking at me like a foreigner. I like a few though.” She grabbed a water bottle as well, opening it.

He nodded at her, smiling. “I was just wondering. Making sure, you didn’t need more time with me or anything.”

Yeon wiped her mouth on her sleeve. “Please, I see enough of you.” She said jokingly.

Jay nodded his head. “Go to dinner with me, tonight?”

Yeon stopped on her way back to the couch. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Why?” He didn’t want to get confrontational, but she was pushing him. “I feel like I really only see you during the day time. Someone else spends the nights with you?”

Ok, he was getting testy with her, he knew, but he couldn’t stand secrets. He didn’t like feeling like he could be a secret.

Yeon raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t it be the other way around? I would only see you at night if you were a secret. To answer your question, no. I have…family business at night, mostly.”

That was a hell of a convoluted answer if he ever heard one, but who was he to judge? He let it go for now. “Ok, dinner with me at my place, this Saturday. I won't take no for an answer.”

Yeon laid her head back against the sofa. “So thirsty for me.” She sat up smiling. “Yes, I’ll be there. Casual?”

“It’s always casual with me,” Jay replied, walking back towards her.

They ate lunch together, and watched a little bit of TV, towards the evening Jay had to go back to the office, a new artist was coming to perform for him, and he couldn’t be late. He spent an additional 15 minutes kissing her goodbye, and when he finally left, he forgot about ever seeing her phone. She was happy when she was with him, she gave him all of her attention, maybe it was just a friend. Maybe it was just someone, who thought he could be more. She was his though, he shouldn’t worry. Yeon had closed her door, touching her lips, and sighing. She wanted Jay and bad, but she couldn’t just let Jun Seo know that. Her father knew that. Or could she? He always pushed her too hard, the best grades, the best schools. She tried too hard to please him, and look where it got her now. She was expected once again, to drop anything she wanted and do what he told her to. She was tired of it. She wanted him to accept her, and love her for who she was. Not this makeshift person he was trying to make her be. She felt the tears come to her eyes and willed them away, she wasn’t going to cry over something so petty. What should she do? What could she do? She was falling hard for Jay, but her father wanted her to have Jun Seo, why was her world like this?

On the way to her parent’s home, Jun Seo called her.

“What are you doing? Didn’t you get my texts earlier?

“I did, I’m sorry, I was busy setting up my place, it’s done now. I’m on my way to my parents to eat dinner with them.” She turned into her parent's driveway, parking.

“Ah, what are you doing later tonight? Maybe, I could come to see you? Bring a bottle of wine?” If she said no, that would be rude, considering she went to his house.

At the same time, she didn’t hold her liquor well, and the last time, they were together and alone. No, she could control herself, that was something completely different. She just didn’t feel for Jun Seo like that, no matter how handsome he was, how deep his voice was, and how soft his hands were, or how good he could make her feel.

“I don’t know…I have a paper to write.”

He pleaded with her. “It’s not that late. I won't stay long then. Please, jagi?”

She hated that he felt like he was so familiar he could call her that. “Jun Seo…”

“I already know where you live. I won’t stay long, I promise. I’ll see you in two hours. Go eat with your parents, bye.” He hung up the phone before she could answer.

When she heard the dial tone, she sighed, bumping her head against her steering wheel. “Does no one fucking care, what I want?”

Inside her parents home, she was lectured once again by her father. Good grades, maintaining her new place, on the condition, she did very well in school. Don’t party so much. Her mother shot her an apologetic smile, before stopping her husband.

“Jesus, Yobo, you are going to talk her ear off. Yeon knows what to do. She is a grown woman, please give her some space.” Her mother winked at her, before continuing eating.

“You are my daughter. My only child. I want what is best for you.” He set his chopsticks down, looking at her.

Yeon put her head down. “Don’t I get to say what is best for me?”

Her father stopped his wine from coming towards his mouth. “Excuse me?”

Better late than never. Yeon sat her head up, facing her father. “I know what I want. I know what I like. I know what I have to do. You push me too much abeoji. Please, let me breathe. Let me be myself.”

Her father raised an eyebrow, setting his glass down. “You may be out of my house, but do not forget who provides for you, Park Yeon.”

She clenched her teeth, hands balling into fists. “That isn’t fair.”

“Life isn’t fair. Now I’m changing the subject. How are you and Jun Seo?” Her father drank his wine.

“He tells you everything, doesn’t he? You should know. I haven’t really seen him in awhile, I’ve been busy.” She drank her water, still angry.

“Yeon watch your tone.” Her mother replied.

“He did tell me that. He thinks you have been avoiding him. Enough of that, he is a good man. He will be a good husband. He wants to take you to Jeju Island this weekend. Go with him.” Yeon slapped her chopsticks down on her plate.

“No. No, I wont go, I have plans this weekend, and I won’t go with him. Why couldn’t he ask me that? Why does he have to go through you, like I don’t have my own brain? Like I don’t make my own decisions? I’m sick of this!” She stood up from the table, pointing at her father. “First, you take me from Atlanta, take me from the school I love and all my friends, and then you make me come back to Korea, and start over here. Why! To use me as your pawn? To force me into a relationship with some man, I don’t even know!”

“Yeon, please.” Her mother held a hand up, trying to calm her. “Sit down.”

“I won’t!” Yeon screamed. “I don’t love him, and I will never will.”

She ran from the dining room, into the foyer, grabbing her shoes and her keys. She could hear her mother, yelling for her to come back, as she left out the front door. In her car, angry tears fell down her face, she wanted to go to Jay. She dialed his number as she drive through the streets of Seoul to her house. His voicemail answered, and she didn’t leave a message. He was busy, he had no time to deal with her and her family drama. Once, she was home, Yeon pulled a blanket onto her light brown legs, laying down in the darkness.

She was half asleep when her doorbell rang, she got up from her couch sleepily and looked at the video feed. It was Jun Seo, god not right now, and she pressed the button for the elevator, waiting for him to knock on her door. Once he did, she opened it.

“I fell asleep, look Jun Seo-”

He grabbed her waist, startling her as he turned her so he could close the door behind her. His mouth quickly descended over hers, as he pressed her body into the door. Yeon yelped, putting her hands up on his chest, trying to push him away, but Jun Seo held onto her hands with one of his, biting her lower lip roughly.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” His lips moved to her neck.

“Stop, Jun Seo, stop,” She pushed at him, her eyes angry. “I am not in the mood, at all.”

He held up a wine bottle smiling at her. “I can get you there.”

Yeon rolled her eyes, her hair coming out of her messy top knot. “Were you drinking already?” He smelled like hard liquor.

Jun Seo grinned at her, before turning away deeper into her home. “Maybe, a little. Come drink with me, Jagi. Maybe, we can play like we did last time.”

He wagged his tongue out at her, and Yeon shivered, that was not attractive. “You are drunk, and youre being rough. I don’t like it. Please leave, Jun Seo. I won’t ask you again.”

He sighed, putting a hand on his face.”I haven’t seen you in what? Four days? Why are you being so mean to me? Is that the American in you? Be nice to Oppa.” He came towards her, hands making grabby motions.

For a minute, Yeon was legitimately afraid and she backed away from him. “If you touch me, I will scream. Go home now, and sleep it off.”

She moved towards her door, waiting for him to leave. Jun Seo grinned, walking towards her. “You play hard to get, but I know you want me. Remember how wet you were?” He reached a hand out, stroking her face. “Let’s play nice now, come inside, drink with me, and let me make you scream in Korean. You sound so cute, when you speak Korean. Let’s make your daddy happy.”

That set her off, Yeon grabbed his hand that was on her face, using her Ju JitSu skills to twist his hand, making him move out the door. “Go home and sleep Jun Seo, think about what you just said to me. Then fuck off.”

She slammed the door, walking back to her kitchen to pour the wine down the sink. She could hear him knocking on the door, then it got silent and she hoped he had left. As she lay in bed, Yeon closed her eyes, wondering when this roller coaster was going to end.

That Saturday proved to be a better day. She woke up to Jay, apologizing on voice messages and in text. Work ran longer than normal, he had too many things to do but tonight, they were still on. Jun Seo had called and left several voice messages, begging her forgiveness. He had even sent flowers to her house. She texted him back, telling him that she wasn’t going to put up with that, and that she wanted to cool it for awhile, he understood but; to her dismay kept asking to see her and apologize in person.

That night she just wanted to be with Jay and as she stood at his building waiting to be buzzed up, she fixed her hair. She let her curls hang loose, a silver headband on her head, she arranged the hair around it. Jay opened his door, giving her a kiss, pulling her inside. It smelled amazing.

“What are you making?” She took off her shoes, following him to his kitchen.

“Shish Kabobs, burgers, corn, and I grilled some chicken. My own marinades.” He was wearing black shorts that came to his knees, nike slides, and a V neck shirt with some designs on the front. His normally long hair, was freshly shaved on the sides, the top gelled and parted on one side of his face.

He was so attractive, pointing to where she could sit, as soft music came over the speakers located somewhere in her house. She recognized it as John Legend.

“I’m excited.” Yeon replied as he set a beer in front of her, drinking his own as he began to fix a plate for her.

“Well, you’re going to love my cooking, maybe so much you’ll fall in love with me.” He grinned at her winking.

Yeon toyed with the feathers on her long gold necklace. “You wouldn’t have to work that hard.”

Jay looked up at her, watching her lick her lips as she looked at him. “Don’t tease me, woman.”

“I’m not.” Just as a moment was beginning to happen, her phone rang, and she fished it out of her purse, looking at it, sighing.

“If it’s not family, not tonight, baby. I got too many plans.” He picked up two plates, carrying them to a table behind her.

“Get, your beer, but let me grab some waters.” He moved back towards the fridge, before sitting down across from her.

As they ate, Yeon had left her phone on his kitchen counter, but it buzzed two more times. She ignored it, but Jay couldn’t. He got up picking up her phone, looking down at the screen.

“You know, not even my friends call and text me, this much. Especially, if I tell them I’m on date.” He held her phone up. “Who is Jun Seo?”

Yeon swallowed her saliva, her heart stopped in her chest. “A friend.”

“Friends. Don’t call this much, baby. See the thing is, he calls you jagi, that’s reserved for men who like you. Who want more, see you as a romantic partner.” Jay set her phone down on the counter, his hand covering it. “I’ve been dating you damn near three months now, and I’ve noticed his name on your phone before. So, why don’t you tell me the truth. I don’t share.”

“I don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend.” Yeon turned her face away from him.

“Ok.” Jay crossed the room, standing in front of her. “So, me seeing you exclusively, isn’t what that is? I won’t ask you again. Who is Jun Seo?”

Yeon sighed. “He works for my dad. My father wants me to date him, in the hopes that I marry him-but-.”

Jay held up a hand, he walked around the table, and pulled out a chair next to her. “Run that by me again. So, you’ve been seeing him? and me?”

“Yes and no. Let me finish, Jay.” She reached for his hand, which he promptly took from her.

“Finish.”

She explained to him, how her father made her move back here from Atlanta. How he sprung Jun Seo on her, and how she knew him before she knew Jay. That she needed to please her father, she would make no commitments because, she wanted to do her own thing. Then, she started to fall for him, she hung out with Jay more than she did Jun Seo, she didn’t have sex with him, she hadn’t seen him in about a week. She didn’t kiss him, she only did that with Jay. She knew who she wanted.

“I don’t share baby, I won’t do it.” Jay crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m not asking you too.” She answered, hands on her face.

“I want you, Yeon. I want you to want only me. Do you want me? Do you want to be my woman?” He turned her chair towards him, pulling her hands from her face. “I understand what’s going on, I understand the pressure that is on you, but no more. You will not see him again, I won’t have it. Now, answer me.”

Yeon picked her head up, looking into his eyes. He wasn’t hurt, by her actions, or at least he didn’t show it. He cupped her chin in his hand, as her fingers skated down his tattooed arm.

“Yes, I want you, and I’m yours.”

Chapter Five

#dilemma #jay park #aomg jay park #black female lead #black female character #kpop for POC #kpop for black fans

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I’m Yours || Huang Justin

Title: I’m Yours Pairing: Reader x Justin Genre: angst + fluff Word Count: 1849 words Summary: Being oceans away from your boyfriend proved to be harder than you thought.

A/N: Why is it so hard to find angsty gifs for these boys? I spent a good an hour searching before giving up and settling on his weibo photo. Oof. Ngl, writing angst for this cutie was a bit difficult because he’s a literal ball of sunshine. It’s a little more fluff than angst, i think asdfghjl. I’m sorry! I hope this doesn’t turn out too crappy. Enjoy! As per usual, everything is under the cut!

When Justin told you he would be going away to LA, you were so happy for him. Seeing how excited he was to fly abroad to the U.S. made your heart swell. After all, he would be pursing more training as well as be preparing for Nine Percent’s tour, album and debut. However, it was when he told you that he’d be away for a month that put a damper to your mood. It would be the longest (both time and distance) he would be away from you since the two of you have been dating.

However, it wasn’t as if it was the first time Justin had traveled away from you. Every so often, he and Zhengting would fly to Korea for their training but they would usually be back within two or three weeks or so. Even then, the time difference would only be an hour apart. But since he would be in LA, the time difference was a whopping 15 hours apart, so you knew communication would be even more difficult seeing how busy he was going to be on top of that.

Don’t be mistaken though. You were completely supportive of your boyfriend. His dreams were coming true one by one and you couldn’t have been more proud of him. When you agreed to date him, you knew that things would be difficult as a trainee and definitely even more when he made it big (which you had no doubt he would and you were right).

Nine Percent hasn’t even debuted yet, but they’ve already garnered such a huge fan base. Not only that, Justin ranked 4th on Idol Producer so his popularity had skyrocketed tremendously throughout those four months of filming. You knew he had thousands upon thousands, possibly millions, of fans around the world.

You couldn’t help the worry that gnawed away at your stomach. They say that fame changes people, and a little voice in the back of your head wondered if it would do the same for Justin. He was still very young after all with huge aspirations. For years, he had been waiting for the day to finally debut. A part of you wondered if you were holding him back. After all, you believed that he should put his career and dreams first before you, who was essentially a nobody with silly little feelings for him that he so happened to return. You knew he could have anyone he wanted, so why settle for you?

As if he knew you were thinking of him, your computer started ringing. Glancing over at the screen, you saw a square photo of you and Justin pop up. You almost forgot that he told you the other day that he would be free to video call. Reaching over to click on the green phone symbol, you waited for a few seconds before the screen cleared and the image of a brunette appeared.

“(Y/n!)” Justin yelled excitedly.

A smile appeared on your face despite the nerves you were feeling. In true Justin fashion, his hair was slightly disheveled as if he had been running around. He still had on makeup from whatever schedule he had earlier that day. You guessed that he was too lazy to take it off even though you were pretty sure it was late for him.

“Hey, Minghao,” you answered back sweetly. “Isn’t it 11 pm in LA?”

“It is. We just came back from a shoot after having dance practice the entire day. I’m so tired,” he whined loudly, throwing his head back in an over-exaggerated manner.

You chuckled. The Justin Huang was tired? The same person who is literally bouncing off the walls 24/7? “Are you as tired as that time that Zhengting made you and Chengcheng run around the entire Yuehua building three times because you two decided to skip practice to go eat?”

He groaned. “God, never again. He made us dance twice as long to make up for the missed practice. Zhengting ge is so scary when he’s angry. He becomes Satan himself,” he replied.

Justin raised raised his hands to his head to form devil ‘horns’. You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m almost preeeetty sure your members have specially nicknamed you ‘the devil’s spawn’ after all the pranks you play on them.”

“What can I say? I’m the king of pranks,” he shrugged cockily, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.

“Did anything interesting happen lately?” you asked.

He took a few seconds to think about. Just as he was going to shake his head, he clapped his hands firmly together. “Ah! There was something today!”

“I'm all ears."

"Nongnong ge and I were out on a coffee run for the members this afternoon, right? As usual, we had a few fans who recognized us and were trailing us on our way back to the hotel. One of the girls kept calling for ge's name, so I just assumed that they were all his fans," he began simply.

You nodded, "Okay, go on."

"But then, guess what? The girls started shouting my name! 'Ah! Justin! I love you!' 'Huang Minghao!' 'You're so cool!'" He replied, raising the pitch in his voice to emulate fangirling like the extra dork he is.

"I'm not surprised. You're very popular. It's no surprise that you have girls fawning over you," you mused thoughtfully, him not catching the wistful tone in your voice.

"Of course. Who can deny this handsome face?" He confidentially posed, "They were very pretty, too! I have the most beautiful Nanas."

You struggled to smile back at him, "I can imagine..."

Justin failed to see how much his words were affecting you. He rambled on and on about how much he was being recognized in LA and how he was basically a world star now. He, as well as the other boys, even had the chance to meet up with several famous celebrities. Although he was right in front of you through a screen, he seemed a lot farther from you now.

"And then my fan asked-"

"Okay, I get it already! You're finally a celebrity and living the life," you snapped in irritation.

Seeing the shocked look of surprise on Justin's face, you felt guilt immediately sink into your stomach. You mentally cursed yourself for losing your composure. Sighing deeply, you ran a hand through your hair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," you apologized.

"I-It's okay," he awkwardly responded, all traces of excitement leaving his features. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, baby, it's not you. I'm sorry. I'm just being stupid."

"To be fair, you can't be more stupid than Chengcheng ge," he joked lightly, trying to break the tension. "Tell me what's wrong?"

Biting your lip, you felt all fight leave your body. "Minghao... why are you still with me?" You whispered.

"Huh? What do you mean?" He asked in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Of all people, why are you dating me?"

The question seemed to catch him off guard. Once it registered in his mind, he replied, "I thought it was obvious. I like you."

You shook your head in frustration, "But you also like your fans. Minghao, you're a star. A star that deserves to have the best. You can have anyone in this entire world, but you choose to be with me? I'm a nobody while you're out here living the high life. Whose to say that you won’t get tired of me as you grow older? You said it yourself. You have the most beautiful of fans, so why not get together with one of them?"

Tears started to pool around your eyes and you quickly wiped them away. On the other hand, Justin was looking at you with utter shock. He was absolutely distraught seeing how effected you were but not having much experience in the consoling department, he struggled to find a way to make you feel better. He felt really bad about the entire situation, but didn't know what to say or do. He paused for a few minutes to find the right words to say.

"Ayyyeee, what are you even saying? You're not making any sense," he said, waving you off casually.

Frustrated that it appeared that he wasn't taking you seriously, you glared at him and hovered your mouse over the 'end call' button. "Bye, Minghao."

"Wait, no!" He yelled in panic.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you huffed and removed your hand. He bit his lip nervously.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I'm not very good at this whole relationship thing. I didn't mean to brag about my life nor did I mean to make you feel bad," he began.

"You asked why I'm dating you. It's because I really really really like you. Everything about you is amazing. You're always supporting me and I love how much fun we have together. Your looks are a bonus, and for the record, I think you're incredibly attractive. Sometimes I wonder why you're with me when I'm a literal child most of the time."

It was your turn to be caught off guard. For someone who always came off as confident to you, you were surprised that he felt insecurities about you as well. He's always joking around with a smile on his face, so it never really registered to you that he was possibly scared of losing you too.

"I feel like I'm holding you back from your dream," you admitted sadly. "Do you realize how dangerous it is to your image if people were to find out you’re dating me? What if your company makes us break up?"

"Then, I'll fight for us. I'm not letting you go. If my fans and company really care about me, they'll let me be happy with you," he stated as if it was obvious.

"It isn't that easy."

"No one said it had to be. I refuse to choose between my dream and you. As a matter of fact, aside from performing, you're also my dream."

You blushed and cringed at his words, "That was incredibly cheesy, you know. You've been hanging around Yanjun for too long."

He smiled smuggly at you in triumph, "But it made you smile, didn't it?"

You chuckled, acknowledging that he was right. You felt a lot better now knowing that he still only had eyes for you and that you weren't being an obstacle for him.

"When are you coming home? I miss you," you questioned with a small pout.

"I miss you, too. Our manager said we should be home in a few days and we'll take a little break before schedules again."

"That doesn't sound too bad. I'm stealing you away as soon as you come home though."

"You've already stolen my heart, baobei."

"Oh my god."

You groaned, clutching your heart as you pretended to die from the greasiness. He laughed, proud at himself for being so 'clever'. Leaning his chin on his palm, he grinned at you adoringly.

"You can steal me away anytime, (y/n). I'm yours."

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10/2/21

FUCK AHH OH MY GOD I WANT TO PLAY VIDEO GAMES INSTEAD OF DOING THIS SO BAD. And you know, I don’t know if I really want to play video games that much actually. I’m just looking to cope I think. I’m absolutely buzzing, but I don’t necessarily have a drive to go pursue something. Like when I wake up I’m going “let’s do something!” And I’m wide awake and I’m bouncing my legs. But then I’m not yet interested in doing something substantive. I think I can comfortably say I’m in my elusive manic phase. And I always feel like I should go absolutely nuts and do something profound while I feel like this. Do I ever? ...

I’m listening to Aesop Rock right now. I know it’s very wordy, which I generally avoid when I’m writing; but this album is so goddamn beautiful, it’s inspiring. I was listening to this at breakfast last week, and the whole time I was just thinking I want to feel like this when I create something of my own. If I said something that felt like how I feel when I hear this music, I truly think I’d be satisfied.

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I took a ninety minute break. But in good way, I think. Ok I only have 10 minutes left before I have to go to therapy, so let’s just try to get our thoughts laid out. Homework was 15 minutes of things that make us uncomfortable per day and write about it.

So what did I do this week? Saturday, stayed out, was freaking out a bit after therapy; and I really sat in it. Let it wash over me, didn’t run. This whole entire ENTIRE week, I didn’t run from it. I just sat in it. And it really like, wired me. I didn’t sleep much this week. Like 7 or less hours per day, yeah? I think that’s true. Came into my room and napped I think, but then I woke up and faced random company (100% as a way to force myself into a uncomfortable zone. I had no qualms about doing it, or NOT doing it rather. But I knew I wasn’t interested at all in going out there) I think that might have been it.

Sunday was, hmmm. Watched My Neighbor Totoro with Bonnie. This normally works on a schedule of me just hitting the right mood, and then the day(s) after, I feel spent and uninterested in participating again, which is the uncomfortable part. Sitting and watching a movie with takeout is easy. I wish I did it more honestly. So I don’t remember what I got up to that day specifically, but that MONDAY, I showed up and didn’t hide at all, which was good. This was definitely the moment where I really felt like I had that power back. That power I felt all those years ago where I truly felt like I had nothing to lose. I’m only a prisoner of my mind; no one, nothing at all, else can claim me.

Fuck, I had a little momentum going for once, lol. I have to go now. Oh well, let’s roll into therapy with this. That’s not too shabby.

Bye, love you love you

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Let Me Protect You Part 2 Chapter 15

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Emilia

Warnings: Swearing, Psych Ward, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Talk about suicide attempt (overdosing)

Word Count: 2k+

It was a repeated nightmare. You had been in this situation before and you did not want to do it again. But you had fucked up, and failed. You told Eric it was an accident, but it wasn’t. You wanted to rid Chris of your problems and you thought the easiest way to do it was to get rid of yourself for good.

After saying your good-byes to Chris, the nurse escorted you to the seventh floor of the hospital. Back in Minnesota, you had to go to an actual Psychiatric Hospital, but here in Los Angeles, they had an entire ward in the Hospital itself.

They took all of your belongings and gave you some scrubs to change into. A social worker came in and told you what was going to happen during your 72-hour hold, but you knew it all already. You would be closely monitored just like everybody else. There would be a common room or your bedroom that you would be in at all times. If you had to use a bathroom, a nurse would escort you and stay close by. At some point, a psychiatrist would evaluate you. As mentioned before, a nightmare.

The first day was you would expect. There was a wakeup call in which everyone woke up, did their morning routines, and went to the common room for breakfast. There was a television, board games, and an abundance of self-care paperwork and activities to do if you got bored. There was a therapy session that afternoon in which you refused to partake in, so you sat and listened to everyone else as you didn’t say a word.

The next day, you finally saw your psychiatrist. You hoped you could work some sort of magic. Knowing this was your second suicide attempt, you had feared the worst.

“Hello Emilia, my name is Dr. Denise Anderson. I’ve been a Psychiatrist here for close to ten years. I see you had attempted suicide by overdosing on your medication. Can you tell me what happened?”

Putting your best foot forward, you went into this with as much confidence as you could muster. “Well, my boyfriend and I had a fight. And to be honest, it was an accident. I didn’t really mean to overdose. Honestly.”

Her lips pursed in a tight line as she nodded her head, writing in her notebook. “You know, your boyfriend and your brother contacted me last night.” Her words made your heart skip as you sat up straighter. Maybe they were trying to get you out earlier than 72 hours. Your back straightened as you perked up, feeling hopeful as you gazed at her. “They talked to me about an idea and I wanted to run it by you.”

‘Fuck’ you muttered to yourself as you realized this actually might not be a good situation. Sweat started to prickle at your skin as your leg bounced up and down.

“They came to me with an idea that I will actually agree to. I think it is a good fit for you Emilia. It is a rehab center for those struggling with mental illness, such as Borderline Personality Disorder and self-injury.”

Your eyes closed at the feel of tears forming. You did not want to look weak in front of this psychiatrist but you felt hopeless at this point. “No” you breathed out. “Absolutely not. I will not agree to that.”

Dr. Anderson gave you a dour look. “I know this may be hard to hear, especially because it was your brother and boyfriends idea. But Emilia, this would be really good for you.”

“I said NO!” you shrieked as you threw your hands up in the air. “I am not going to voluntarily throw myself into a rehab facility. No ifs ands or buts about it!”

“I get your hesitation Emilia. Being away from your loved ones for a month or longer. But in all reality, you need this. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this but unfortunately it has.” Her words scared you as both your legs started bouncing up and down. “Because this is your second suicide attempt, and from witness testimony from both your bother and boyfriend that you had stopped taking your medications on multiple accounts, you have one of two choices. You either stay here, for a month, or longer depending on how long it takes for you to recover, or you go to this rehab facility that has already been paid for in full.”

Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach. No, this could not be happening. No way in hell were you staying in this psych ward for a month or longer! NO! You wouldn’t do it.

“The choice is yours Emilia. Although I would choose the rehab facility if I were you. I have sent many patients there over the years and every single one of them has made a full recovery from their illness. They are located in Illinois and I have nothing but great things to say about them.”

Your teeth clenched tightly as your hands balled into fists. You had so much anger coursing through your body at this point but you had no way of letting it out. “Who paid for this?” you demanded through clenched teeth.

“I don’t think that really matters…” Dr. Anderson began to say but you cut her off rather quickly.

“This is MY life we are talking about. And if someone just up and paid for a month or more at an all-inclusive rehab facility, then I think I have the right to know who paid for it!” At this point, you had become so angry, so volatile that you were shaking in your seat.

Her lips pursed into a thin line as she nodded her head at you. “Alright. It was your boyfriend Chris who paid for it all.”

“Look, I will give you until tomorrow to decide what you want to do Emilia. Unfortunately, because this is your second attempt and it is also multiple times you have stopped taking your medications, either way, you are stuck here or you are stuck going to rehab. You need to get better and you need the extra help. I know it will benefit you. I will get your answer tomorrow.”

The rest of the day you spent crying in your room alone. Your wails not even echoing because of the padded room you were placed in. Your heart was broken. You felt betrayed by Chris. He thought you couldn’t handle this on your own, to make decisions as an adult.

The next morning, you had come to a decision. It was a decision you did not want to make, but it was something you had to choose nonetheless.

“Have you made a decision Emilia?” Dr. Anderson asked as you had your afternoon appointment with her.

Nodding your head, you folded your arms across your chest before you spoke. “I have actually. I took all night to think about it. Weighing the pros and cons of each. But in the end, I decided to go to rehab.”

Dr. Anderson gave you a wide smile at your response. “I’m so happy you decided that path Emilia. Like I said, I have sent many patients there and they have all made a remarkable improvement on their lives. I make sure to check in with them and see how they are doing. You will not be disappointed.”

Later that day, they let you change back into your regular clothes and put you in another small room. It contained a sofa and two chairs, but nothing else. You knew what was going to happen. Either Chris and Eric, or one of them would come and speak to you before being shipped off to Illinois and to the damn rehab. You hoped you could at least see Eric. At the same time, you wanted to see Chris and give him a piece of your mind.

There was a knock on the door as you stopped your pacing; Eric’s head popping in before he rushed in to give you a hug. He was the best hugger in the world and you felt safe in your brothers’ arms. “Oh Ems!! Fuck how are you holding up?”

“I’m….I’m alright for the most part” you sobbed into his shoulder as he held you tight. “I’m not happy to be leaving but it’s better than staying here for a month. The food is horrible.” You both laughed at your remark as you each held each other close.

Eric pulled away too fast for your liking as he looked at you. “I know this isn’t what you expected, but Ems, this is really a stepping point for you. Chris and I researched this place and it has great reviews. Even Dr. Anderson said she has sent patients there and they all made a turn around.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you spoke back, “So I’ve heard.”

“Ems, don’t be like that. Please. You’re really all I have left in this world. I barely talk to dad anymore. And speaking of dad, he’s on board for this.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “Of course he’s on board for this. He doesn’t want a nut case for a daughter.”

The two of you spent a good half hour talking before he left. He let you know that he packed a bag for you with everything you would need. The rehab center would provide you with anything else you needed if he missed packing anything.

Another knock at the door had you grabbing your back, thinking it was time to head to the airport but you were wrong. Chris opened the door and shut it quickly; his hands going to his pockets as his shoulders hung low. “Ems” he breathed out as he took in your appearance.

The oxygen was knocked out of you as you saw him. You replayed what you would say to him over and over the last two days in your mind. You were angry, upset, heartbroken and betrayed by his actions of going and paying for this stupid rehab. You didn’t want it, and you certainly didn’t feel like you needed it.

He started walking towards you but you quickly placed your hands up, motioning for him to stop. “How could you?” you demanded; your voice not all that threatening as tears filled your eyes.

“Ems…look. I…I need you to get better ok? I don’t want to lose you. Eric doesn’t want to lose you. I didn’t know what else to do!”

You shook your head at him as you turned around. You couldn’t face him for another minute. He was supposed to be on your side, to care and love you. But this felt like everything but that.

You soon felt his hands placed upon your shoulders and you jerked him away. “NO!” you roared at him. “You do NOT get to touch me Chris!” You felt your face heat up from anger. “I will accept your proposal to go to this fucking rehab center since you already paid for it because I sure as hell am NOT staying in this damn place for a month. But I want you to know one thing” you stated as you stared into his eyes, “I will NEVER forgive you for this.” The words left your mouth faster than you anticipated as you took in his shocked state.

“You don’t mean that baby. I’m doing this for YOU!” he declared with persistence.

“I hate you Chris. I HATE YOU! If it wasn’t for YOU I would never be in this situation! If it wasn’t for you contacting Dr. Anderson, I would be home free by now!!! But no, you had to go and put ideas in her fucking head! I HATE YOU!!!” you yelled as you shoved him backwards. He didn’t budge too much, all the years of training to be Captain America paid off in the physical aspect.

“Ems don’t do this!” he urged but you had none of it.

“I hate you Chris. This, you and I, are over!” In that moment, two male orderlies came in as one got a hold of you. “I HATE YOU CHRIS” you roared again as the orderly moved you out of the room. “I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!” You kicked and screamed letting your rage take over as the orderly removed you from the room, leaving a distraught Chris behind you.

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Crossing Paths- Chapter 2: Taking a Walk

Notes: Thanks for the love on the first chapter, hope you enjoy this next one :)

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It was the day before classes began for Betty and she was feeling her nerves turn with excitement and anxiety. It was 10 am and she was running around her apartment gathering her school supplies and chucking them in her bag to make sure she had everything she needed for tomorrow before she headed out for the day.

“Damn it” Betty muttered under her breath, as she realized that she left all the books she was currently reading in Riverdale.

She decided she would try to find a book store while she was out today. She was planning on finding her way to campus and having a walk around before starting school, to help herself feel more comfortable, and running any last minute errands she needed to before she was drowning in homework.

She pulled on some denim shorts and a button down then pulled the top half of her hair back before grabbing her purse and heading out the door. The hall was burning hot. The air conditioning must have broke, why is everything breaking here, she thought. When she proceeded to walk down the stairs she noticed that all the other floors had air conditioning. She sighed and continued out the front door.

Her walk to school would be two right turns, then a left, then 3 blocks forward. Pretty straightforward, she thought and set off towards school. Once she got there and started walking around she realized just how big the campus was. She decided to find where her first class would be so she wouldn’t be completely lost tomorrow. This specific writing class was at the very end of the hall, better be early tomorrow, she thought. Once she looked around for a while longer, she decided it was time to go find a bookstore.

She pulled up google maps on her phone and found a used book store just a couple blocks past her apartment the other way. It was called Commonwealth Books. On her walk over she was admiring the city scenery and thinking about starting school. Will I make any friends? Will anyone even want to talk to me? She sighed and decided to just let tomorrow unfold without worrying and risk surfacing her anxiety.

Once she came to Commonwealth, she stopped and gazed in the window at all the beautiful old books. When she walked in, she immediately turned into one of the many rows of books and started grabbing anything that caught her eye. She was in her element, reading, writing, words, they were her favorite things in this world, besides mugs of course. She was accumulating quite the stack of books in her arms when she took a step towards the next row and ran straight into someone, knocking the books out of her hand. She scrambled for her books and was apologizing before she heard her name.

“Betty?”

“Y-Ya… Jughead?” she said surprised

She gazed at him, noticing a single raven curl falling in front of his eyes out of his crown shaped beanie that she remembered he wore even when they were 15, as he started slowly picking up her fallen books and putting them back into her arms.

“Thank you Jug” she managed, “Oh, do you work here?” she asked

“Ya.. 6 days a week” he said with a smile

“Wow I’d love to work here, you have no idea how much I love old books” she said

“Um.. actually I think I have a pretty good idea” he said with a shy smile, “So what are you up to today?” he asked

“Oh, I actually just came from campus, I was just familiarizing myself before tomorrow, and then I came on a hunt for a good book store and found this place, It’s so cool in here” she gazed around at all the books with a grin spreading across her face.

“Ya I love it…Do you need any help finding anything?” he asked

“Actually I was looking for The Great Gatsby because I started it when I was still at home, and then forgot to bring it.” she said

“Uhh.. actually I think I just put a copy away” he turned to start looking in the next row over, Betty followed close behind.

“Here it is” he said with a grin handing it to her. “Can I ring this stuff up for you?” he asked

“Sure that’d be great, thanks” she said

She followed him to the register and got her wallet out as he started putting all her books in a big bag.

He handed her the bag and said “Well maybe we’ll run into each other on campus tomorrow”

“Hopefully we don’t actually run into each other again” she said with a laugh

“Haha ya.. See ya later Betty”

“Later Jug” she said with a smile as she headed out the door

He’s so nice, and he loves old books! She hadn’t really noticed until now but he seemed really sweet, not to mention those big blue eyes and soft raven curls.

It was now 2pm and Betty decided she needed some iced tea and headed towards a coffee shop she had noticed near Commonwealth. Once she ordered her drink, she was looking around and noticed a small table with a stack of papers that said Now Hiring, she considered for a second then grabbed one. It’s not like she had enough money saved up to pay rent indefinitely, she knew she would have to get a job eventually and this place was really close. She filled out the application and handed it to the worker when she handed her her drink.

“Looking for a job I see” the lady at the counter said after taking the paper.

“Ya, actually, and this place is really close to where I live and go to school.”

“Oh do you go to Boston University?” she asked

“Ya, I start tomorrow”

“I am taking some classes there right now too, just to finish up my degree this year. Maybe I’ll see you around? Oh by the way my name’s Lex.”

“I’m Betty, nice to meet you… and see you around” She turned to the door with her tea and left with a smile.

Betty took her time on her walk home, it was a beautiful day. She stopped by a park and sat to write in her journal and drink her tea. She watched the ducks in the pond and felt the slight breeze in her hair. This is exactly what I needed, she thought. She felt so at peace, which was a special and rare moment for Betty, as she constantly felt worried, and she definitely didn’t think she would feel this calm the day before starting college classes, It must have been the trip to the bookstore, she thought.

When she finally got up to walk the rest of the way home it was 4pm. She walked into her building feeling pretty tired from walking around all day, then as she made her way up the stairs she paused and remembered that the airconditioning in her hall was broken and decided to take a break in the still air conditioned halls before walking the rest of the way up the stairs with a hot death trap awaiting her at the top. She pulled out the Great Gatsby and started where she had left off at home. After about a minute Jughead walked up the stairs.

“Hey Betty, whats up?”

She quickly looked up from her book and smiled at who it was before saying, “Well actually the air conditioning in my hall is broken and I was taking a break before walking up there” she smiled and blushed when she realized she had been waiting right in front of his apartment.

“Oh that sucks, they really need to get a maintenance guy over here soon, is it still ok in your room though?” he asked

“Ya it was this morning, so it should be all good”

“Ok well just let me know if it gets too hot in your room… you could always chill in mine…” He trailed off not really knowing what he just said or offered.

Betty looked up at his blushing face and said “Oh, that’s very nice of you, thanks Jug..”

They stared at eachother for a moment longer before Betty said “Well I better continue my trek up these stairs, Maybe see you tomorrow?”

“Ya, see ya later Betts.” he clenched his teeth at the old nickname he had just used, then smiled and turned towards his door.

“Bye” Betty managed with a smile before climbing up the stairs to her apartment.

Jughead entered his apartment still blushing as he reached to feel his burning cheeks. He sunk into his couch and pulled out his phone. After scrolling through Twitter for a while he opened a message to Archie.

J: Hey Arch, I was wondering If you could send me Betty’s Number

A: Uh ya, here’s her contact [Betty Cooper] why.. Do u like her?! ;)

J: No, I mean I guess, Idk. You’re the one who told me to be nice to her and offer to help if she ever needed anything man.

A: Alright alright whatever man, talk to you later :)

Jughead continued blushing after that conversation and pulled open a new message to Betty.

J: Hey, Betty, Archie sent me ur number… you can text me if you ever need anything… by the way, is your apartment still cool?

He waited a couple of agonizing minutes before she texted back. He just felt so awkward texting her when he had got her number from Archie, but I guess it’s worth it he thought.

B: Oh, hey Jughead, ya my apartment seems to be cool, but damn that hallway is like hell. Thanks for checking on me btw, ur really sweet ;)

J: Well that’s good haha… see you later.

B: Alright Jug ;)

Betty spent the rest of her night chilling before her big day and went to sleep early with a smile on her face.

Jughead was starting to feel excited about starting school and he found himself hoping he would have a class with Betty. He wasn’t sure what his feelings meant, but he knew that he couldn’t stop thinking about Betty, she was so sweet and had the cutest smile he thought, but he wasn’t ready to admit anything to himself yet.

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